Opprest me sore till death tooke life away:
This was the guerdon of my gluttonie,
As with the candles light the flie doth play,
Though in the ende it worke her liues decay:
So of the gluttons cup so long I drunke,
Till drown’d in it with shamefull death I sunke. N.
[519] This line omitted by Niccols.
[520] In the first edition this legend is in quatrains.
Forrex declares howe hee minding to kill his brother which ruled with him (that he might therby raigne alone) was by him slain. About the yeare before Christe, 491.
Pride moues the mindes of stately wightes