For sure this hap if it bee rightly knowne,
Commeth[792] of our selues, and so the blame our owne.
6.
For who so liueth in the schoole of skill,
And medleth not with any worlde’s affayres,
Forsaketh pompes and honors, that doe spill
The minde’s recourse to grace’s quiet stayres,
His state no fortune by no meane appayres:
For fortune is the folly and plague of those,[793]
Which to the world their wretched willes dispose.