[436] And in the fall I lost. N.
[437] This was my race, this was my fatall fall. N.
[438] In their effects they are. N.
Be wise in artes exceed not wisdome’s bound,
The depth of arte by wit may not be found. N.
[440] That nothing haue yet promise all to you. N.
All which by nature are abhor’d as euill,
Practisde by fooles, inuented by the diuell. N.