Enter at ease, and make them Lords of all.
The hurtfull workes of pleasure here behold.
An. The wolfe is not so hurtfull to the folde,
Frost to the grapes, to ripened fruits the raine:
As pleasure is to Princes full of paine.
Lu. Ther nedes no proofe, but by th’ Assirian kinge,
On whome that Monster woefull wrack did bring.
An. Ther nedes no proofe, but by vnhappie I,
Who lost my empire, honor, life therby.
Lu. Yet hath this ill so much the greater force,