Who knoweth me, hymselfe may neuer sloo.
Magn. Alas, syr, so I am lapped in aduersyte,
That dyspayre well nyghe had myscheued me! 2360
For, had ye riot the soner ben my refuge,
Of dampnacyon I had ben drawen in the luge.
Good. Vndoubted ye had lost yourselfe eternally:
There is no man may synne more mortally
Than of wanhope thrughe the vnhappy wayes,
By myschefe to breuyate and shorten his dayes:
But, my good sonne, lerne from dyspayre to flee,