What end hee hath that cruell dealing loues,
What subiects get the[514] Diademe doe craue.
Tis better, then to winne, thine owne to saue:
For so orethwartly trade of Fortune goes,
When win thou would’st, then art thou sure to lose.[515]
LENUOY.
1.
How restlesse are the peeres aloft would ryse?
How vncontented are theyr hauty myndes?
How quiet is the simple setled wise,