Vice, only vice, with her stout strengthlesse arme,
Doth cause the harte from good to ill encline,[319]
Which I, alas, doe finde to true by mine.
3.
For where by birth I came of noble race,[320]
The Mowbrey’s heyre, a famous house and old,
Fortune I thanke, gaue mee so good a grace,[321]
That of my prince I had what so I would:
Yet neyther was to other greately hold,[322]