This was the guerdon of my hawty pryde,
To haue mine head thus wise extold aloft:
Thus I the gaynes of hasty climing tride,
To leese mine head, and after haue it scoft:
A thing perdy that[1028] chaunceth wonders oft.
Who thinkes the gayne is sweete [he gets] by sheeding bloud,
In purple yeeldes like gaine, to doe like people good.[1029]
How the Viciovs Siluius Otho, Emperour of Rome, slew hym selfe, The yeare of Christ 71.
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Like will to like (for so the Prouerbe sayes)