Graue states as enemies are banisht thence,

The shallow-brain’d yong giddie-headed wits,

Our wanton humour with best counsell fits,

The sage instructions of the wise man’s mouth,

Do sound harsh musike in the eares of youth.

24.

This was the spring, from whence at first did floe

Those streames of strife, which rising like a flood

Do ouerwhelme my state in waues of woe,

Which threat confusion to the common good,