Beneath on earth pompe, pelfe, and prayse they pooke,

On that depending frayle, that fayles, and flits, and flyes,

Forsaking vertue sole, that bides for aye aboue the skies.[428]

16.

Mens vayne delightes are wondrous to behold,

For that that reason nills, nor nature sowes

They take in hand, on science far to bold,

Deceiu’d by suttle snares of diuelish showes.

From which attemptes a floud of mischiefe flowes,

An heape of hurtes,