What licoure first the earthen pot doth take,
It keepeth still the sauour of that same.
Full hard it is a Cramocke[339] strayght to make,
Or crooked Logges with wainscot fine to frame.
Tis hard to make the cruell Tiger tame.
And so it fares with those haue vices caught:
Naught once (they say) and euer after naught.
7.
I speake not this as though it past all cure
From vices vile to vertue to retire: