That ye were runne so fondly far astray,
As for to lead your selfe vnto your owne decay?
Much was the man confounded in his mind, xxvii
Partly with shame, and partly with dismay,
That all astonisht he him selfe did find,
And little had for his excuse to say,
But onely thus; Most haplesse well ye may
Me iustly terme, that to this shame am brought,
And made the scorne of Knighthod[278] this same day.
But who can scape, what his owne fate hath wrought?