5.
For while her idle impes doe bath in blisse,
They count her giftes and pleasures all good hap,
But if at last shee frowne (as custome is)
And let them slip agayne beside her lap,
They then confesse her baytes did boad some trap:
As I haue prou’d, what Fortune giues to men,
For pleasure eache, shee bringes displeasures ten.
6.
Augustus great that good Octauius hight,