The Scythian eke receiude a deadly wounde,
Which came to conquere vs, and lost his feelde:
Thus Fortune fares her children to confounde,
Which on her wheele their bastiles brauely beelde.
Let noble Princes then to reason yeelde,
The daynefull ladie daintie and demure,
Dame Fortune’s fauour fickle is vnsure,[1083]
[Her ioyes and triomphes tickle, timelesse to endure.]
22.
Some say that I retournde to Rome agayne,