Wherewith in haste he to the hangman said:
“Let this man’s head the hyghest place obtayne
On London walles:” wherewith I neuer stayde,
But on a blocke my necke was cut in twayne,
In all men’s sighte, my head did long remayne:
See here what wit the grape of hope dooth yeeld,
See on what sand such busie braynes do builde.
8.
O hateful thing that fancie’s fonde delight,
The sense of mortal man should senselesse make: