And many monuments that auncient were
I placed there, thou know’st the story tells.
I sought renowne and fame and nothing elze.
But when our actes extoll our prayse aboue the skie,
W’are blinded so, wee looke not downe from whence wee flye.[427]
15.
There are but fewe, whom Fortune bathes in blesse,
But blinded are, and dazelingly they looke:
They see nought else but worldly happinesse,
At that they only fish with Fortune’s hooke.