Let them renowne their former factes with fame,
And shunne the path which leades man’s life to shame.
3.
Who walketh in this wildernesse of woe,
And loue’s aloft on flitting fame to flee,
Must pace the pathes of mother mysery:
That man through gastfull greefe must goe,
By thousande thickes which wrapped are with wo:
By daunger’s denne where lucking she dooth lye,
By hatred’s house, where spite wil thee espye,