There _Salomon_ did reape the croppe of care, There _Dauid_ loude as I, _Vrias’_ wife, There _Samson_ strong was snarled in the snare, There _Paris_ liude, euen there he lost his life, There _Helen’s_ hate, brought _Troy_ her final strife, _Alcides_ he the myghtie _Herculus_, There to ariue, did finde it dangerous. 12. And I did learne with losse of lyfe at laste,[1203] That he who doth delyght in lawelesse loue, Must play the foole eare al the partes be past, And taste the sauce preparde for his behoue: Let men take heed how they their fancies moue, Let man beware where he doth cast his eie, The lymed byrde doth proue in vayne to flye. 13. O ancient _Rome_, thou did’st ordayne of yore, That women should no banqueting frequent, At _Rome_ she was esteemde a harlot whoore, If from her house without her veyle she went, Which lawes no doubt were made to good intent, For why the beames of beautie’s sanguynde sight, Like _Basilisco_ spoyles the gazing wyght.[1204] 14. Therefore the maydes, and _Roman_ matrons all, A shadowing veyle before their face did weare, Their heauenly hewe did throwe no man to thrall, They were content with playne and decent geare, They hufte it not wyth paynted frisled heare: The marryed wyfe, the matron, and the mayd, They of there veyles were glad and wel apayde. 15. If women thus had walked in my time, I had not stoopte vnto that paynted lure, Which did intice me to committe the crime, Which to the pearch of leudnesse tide me sure, For her disport my ladye could procure The wretched winges of this my muting minde, Restlesse to seeke her emptie fiste to finde. 16. I thus ariude in pleasure’s cursed courte, I lothed _Mars_, I hated _Mercury_, It was me thought a passing pleasant sporte, Leauinge the feeldes at _Bacchus_ brauery, Sometime to sit vpon my mistresse knee, Where that I might be at my pleasure plaste, I sent the noble duke to warres in hast.[1205] 17. You which haue playd with pleasure’s banding bales, You knowe the life which lingring louers lead, You know how sweete it is to scale the walles Of her good wyl, who liude in feare and dreade, You know right wel how wel those wightes haue sped, Who haue at last by driftes of long delay, Their hoped meede, and wished pleasant praye. 18.