For fame liues not, except for vertue’s merit,
Deeds of delite on earth no place inherit.
42.
A king, that only liues a king in name,
That dull’d with ease and drown’d in fancie’s lust,
Can stile his title with no deed of fame,
Being dead, his name iron-eating time shall rust
And in the end obscure it in the dust,
When he, though meane, that vertue’s race doth runne,
Doth liue eterniz’d like th’immortall sunne.