In cunning sleights and practick knauery.
From[529] that day forth he cast for to vphold
His idle humour with fine flattery[530],
And blow the bellowes to his swelling vanity.
Trompart fit man for Braggadocchio[531], x
To serue at court in view of vaunting eye;
Vaine-glorious man, when fluttring wind does blow
In his light wings, is lifted vp to skye:
The scorne of knighthood and trew cheualrye,
To thinke without desert of gentle deed,