This was the guerdon of my hawty pryde, To haue mine head thus wise extold aloft: Thus I the gaynes of hasty climing tride, To leese mine head, and after haue it scoft: A thing perdy that[1028] chaunceth wonders oft. Who thinkes the gayne is sweete [he gets] by sheeding bloud, In purple yeeldes like gaine, to doe like people good.[1029] How the Viciovs Siluius Otho, Emperour of Rome, slew hym selfe, The yeare of Christ 71. 1. Like will to like (for so the Prouerbe sayes) Such are the men, as those with whom they vse: The Goate with [the] Goate togeather is alwayes, The Wolfe not of Wolfe doth fellowship refuse:[1030] The crafty Foxe of Foxe the company doth chuse:[1031] And euery liuing creature loues [of] his kinde, As well as in shape, in qualityes of minde.[1032] 2. And yet all men that come in company, Are not embued with qualities alike; One loues song ma chaunce and melody,[1033] Another is perhaps Melancholike, Another fumishe is and Cholerike, Another dull and sottishe in his sence, And all (in some what) full of negligence. 3. Now then Complexion is somewhat in [the] case, Concerning cheefe the disposition; But yet the learned writers haue a place, What maners alter our Complexion; So some say also of correction: And sure I thinke if that they say bee true, I after was the worse for _Nero_ and his crue.[1034] 4. His Courtisane brought mee in fauour furst, Into his Court and fellowship I came; To mee recount his vilanyes hee durst, Not fit to tell, hee thought which had no shame; I will no more recite of his defame: The day was curst to mee which brought mee in, At _Neroe’s_ house, such infamy to winne. 5. But yet another did mee more infect, _Seleucus_ seene in _Mathematiques_ well; Hee of my birth a figure did erect, Of many haps and chaunces hee did tell, Incyted mee 'gaynst _Galba_ to rebell, Which[1035] warraunt if I would enuade the throne, I might aloft with scepter sit alone. 6. Reuenge eke of _Neroe’s_ death[1036] likewise, Incyted mee his enemy to kill; Then with my souldiers[1037] I did deuise, The way t’accomplishe mine endeuour still, Whom well I might perswade almost to any ill: Eke so in deede the souldiers did him slay, And brought to mee his head with them away. 7.