O fancye fonde, thy fuminges hath mee fed,

The stinking stinch of thyne inclined hest,

Hath poysoned al the vertues in my brest.

23.

The ruthful roodes[1265] of proued euil[1266] successe,

Who hath sustaynde that passing pinching[1267] payne,

That woful wight al wrapt in wrecthednesse,

Can well report man’s fancye is but vayne:

That man doth know, by proofe he findes it playne,

That he who stoopes to fancie’s fond desires,