Can geue agayne: thy giftes so vile I deeme,
That none but fooles such follies do esteeme.
25.
“'With conquest thou hast wonne the worlde so wide,
And yet thou canst not winne thy wandring wyll:
Thou wouldest winne an other worlde beside:
But tushe, that facte doth farre surpasse thy skyll:
Thou neuer wilt of conquest haue thy fyll,
Til death with daunting darte hath conquer’d thee,
Then must thou leue behynd, thy monarchie.