I lost my lyfe, my crowne, and princely bowre.][1207]
20.
Learne they which line in high or lowe degree,
To flee the foyle which I by folly felt:
Let them refrayne those lofty dames to see,
They know howe lofty lookes with me haue delt,
You se how sight did make my honor melte:
Let al men know man’s heart did neuer rue
The thing which he with sight did neuer vewe.
21.