On high estate: auayles it ought thinke yee?
The gold is tryde when it is brought to tuche:
So tryall telles what worldly tryomphes bee.
When glory shines, no daungers deepe wee see,
Till wee at last finde true the prouerbe olde:
Not all that shynes is pure and perfect golde.
2.
While valiaunt men so burne with hoat desire
Of royall rule, and thyrst so sore for seate,
No springes of Pernasse mount can quench the fire,