And so doth Madan’s mangled end of life:
These though they scaped stout Bellonae’s knife,
Yet in the end for vices foule they fell
By Wolues deuourde, mine Author so doth tell.
2.
The glory vaine that fades and flits away,
Makes men so blinde, they looke not on the end:
Allurde to losse, on earthly pompe they stay,
But fewe to scale the vertue towres contend:
Fewe seeke, by Christ, the heauenly way to wend;