But them mishapeth also now and then.
7.
Wherefore let who so loues to liue long dayes
Without deseases, strong in youthfull state,
Beware of Bacchus’ booth which all betrayes,
The vayle of vices vayne, the hauen of hate,
The well of weake delightes, the brande of bate,
By which I loste my health, life, realme and fame,
[My wealth, my crowne, my scepter, sheelde and name:]
And only wan the shrowding sheete of shame.