Who thirstes to thring[1134] vnto the highest throne,
Ne wisely windes Dame Fortune’s subtile snare:
Or who in courte would rule the rost alone,
And sees not what he heapes himselfe of care,
Let him well wey my case, and then beware:
Whome foorth the stately seate did first allure,
Which after did my hastie death procure.
2.
And, Higins, here in purpose sith thou hast
The haplesse hauen where Fortune’s impes ariue,