The rich and poore, and eu’ry one may see,
Which way to loue, and liue in due[92] degree.
9.[93]
I wishe them often well to reade it than,
And marke the causes why those Princes fell:
But let mee ende my tale that I began.
When I had red these Tragedies full well,
And past the winter euenings[94] long to tell,
One night at last I thought to leaue this[95] vse,
To take som ease beefore I chaundge my muse.