Of secrete smarte, those which do them delight:
Flee thou therfore this courte, with speedy spight.
7.
From pleasure’s place, when thou shalt turne thy face,
The high may then discretion wil thee shewe
To vertue’s lodge, which thou right well mayst know
By such as dwell about that pleasaunt place:
A hundred vertues raunging on a rowe,
Thou there shalt see, how fame her trumpe doth blowe,
For greate exploytes: where when thou art renownde,