But God that causeth thinges to fro or frame,[1022]

Not wit but lucke[1023] doth wield the winner’s game:

Wherefore if wee our follyes would refrayne,

Time would redresse all wronges, wee voyde of payne.

24.

Wherefore warne princes not to wade[1024] in war

For any cause, except the realme’s defence:[1025]

Theyr troublous titles are vnworthy far

The bloud, the life, the spoyle of innocence:

Of friendes, of foes,[1026] behold my foule[1027] expence,