Such hauty hartes to haue,
And causeth vs for glory vayne,
That is not ours to craue.
Pryde pluckes out reason forth hir place,
And planted will in stede:
She puffes our mindes with vayne desires,
Our fancies fonde to feede.
Wherby we growe so obstinate,
And so ambitious ill:
That vs at length our brauery bids