Then wickedly I fell[397] to slouthfull ease,
A vice that breades a number moe beside.
I was so testy none durst mee displease,
And eke so puft with glory, vaine, and pride.
My sencelesse sence, as ship without a guide,
Was tost with euery fancy of my braine,
Like Phœbus chariote vnder Phaëton’s raigne.
7.
I deem’d them foes that mee good counsaile gaue,
And those my chiefest frends could glose and lie: