Et cute sub placida tabida sæpe dolent;
Ut quando secura putas et cuncta serena,[229]
Anguis sub viridi gramine sæpe latet.
Though ye suppose all jeperdys ar paste,
And all is done that ye lokyd for before, 10
Ware yet, I rede you, of Fortunes dowble cast,
For one fals poynt she is wont to kepe in store,
And vnder the fell oft festerd is the sore:
That when ye thynke all daunger for to pas,
Ware of the lesard lyeth lurkyng in the gras.