But foolish was the end of our intent.[779]
21.
For why, when glory vayne stirres men to strife,
When hope of prayse prouokes them once to ire,
Then they at all regard no goods nor life,
From faithfull frendship rudely they retire,
They are so set with glorie’s gloze on fire,
That quite they rule and reason wrest awrye,
They turne away their friendly fuwting eye,[780]
[And others eache, as fixed foes defie.]