Puff’d up with pride and fond desire of praise,
Foreweening nought what perils might ensue,
Adventured all and raught to will the reins:[272]
But now this age requires a sager course,
And will, advis’d by harms, to wisdom yields.
Those swelling spirits, the self-same cause which first
Set them on gog, even fortune’s favours quail’d,
And now mine oft’nest scapes do scare me most.
I fear the trap whereat I oft have tripp’d:
Experience tells me plain that chance is frail,