Not prouing the sore, nor reckoning the sounde,
Our shippes and our science we sinke and confounde.
7.
Ambition out sercheth to glory the greece,
The staire to estate, the graple of grace:
But in her is hidde of perill a peece,
Which all our attempts doth dimme and deface.
Perdy shee gets vs vaine ioyes[569] but a space,
Short, britle as glasse: false fayre giueing light:
Not golden, though glittering braue in the sight.