That found the meane duke Humfrey’s bloud to coole,
Whose worthy actes[748] deserue eternall prayse,
Whereby I note that fortune cannot rayse
Any one aloft, without some other’s wracke:
Fluds drowne no fieldes before they finde a bracke.
4.
But as the waters which doe breake the walles
Doe lose their[749] course they had within the shore,
And daily rotting stinke within their stalles,
For faut of mouing which they found before,