We dayly se before our syght and our presence
What mysauenture to many one doth fall
And that worthely for theyr synne and offence
Yet ar we blynde, and ar nat ware at all
But in our synnes lyue vnto them egall
And where by synne we se one come to shame
We wyllyngly (alas) ensue the same
Therfore who sethe a mad fole come to wo
Or fall in peryll for lacke of a good gyde
By another way ought craftely to go