Our familyes: Shore’s wife was my nyce cheate,
The holy[1308] hore, and eke the wyly peate:
I fed his lust with lonely peces so,
That God’s sharpe wrath I purchast, my iust woe.
8.
See here of nobles new the diners sourse?
Some vertue rays’th,[1309] some clyme by sluttish sorts:[1310]
The fyrst, though onely of themselues begon,
Yet circlewise into themselues do ron:
Within their fame their[1311] force vnited so,