Wit danced about, when Folly 'gan to pipe;
And Will and he together went astray.
Nought then but Pleasure, was the good they sought!
Which now Repentance proves too dearly bought.
XXXVI.
He that in matters of delight and pleasure,
Can bridle his outrageous affection;
Est virtus placitis abstinuisse bonis.
And temper it in some indifferent measure,
Doth prove himself a man of good direction.