Be wise and ware, and lothe theyr luering lookes,
Least craftye Cupide catch thee in his hookes.
5.
To pleasure’s court a company doth come,
Euen fame to finde, the losse I do lament,
For flitting fame, them rumor rud hath hent,
Which doth declare their dole til day of dome:
With tooth and nayle which trauaile, there be some
Vertue to finde, where when some time is spent
Her to obtayne, and that with good intent,