Thou art toward thiself unwis:
And sett thou myhtest lust atteigne,[1687]
Of every lust thende is a peine,
And every peine is good to fle;
So it is wonder thing to se,[1688]
Why such a thing schal be desired.
The more that a Stock is fyred, 2100
The rathere into Aisshe it torneth;
The fot which in the weie sporneth
Fulofte his heved hath overthrowe;