[Which pray when I by tract of time obtaynde, And had my wyl when best it did me please, As I three monthes amidst my blesse remaynde, The duke’s returne, return’d me from my ease, No promise myght his raging wrath appease: But when he knewe the drifte of my delayes, To cause my death he sought an hundred wayes. 19. Then I the wrath of rash reuenge to flye, Thinking that time myght mitigate his moode: To _Troynouant_ in haste I did me hye: Which when the wrathful duke once vnderstoode,[1206] He raysde my realme, and by his myght and powre I lost my lyfe, my crowne, and princely bowre.][1207] 20. Learne they which line in high or lowe degree, To flee the foyle which I by folly felt: Let them refrayne those lofty dames to see, They know howe lofty lookes with me haue delt, You se how sight did make my honor melte: Let al men know man’s heart did neuer rue The thing which he with sight did neuer vewe. 21. But how may men the sight of beautie shunne, In _England_, at this present dismal daye? All voyde of veyles (like layes) where ladyes runne And rome about at euerye feast and playe, They wanderyng walke in euery streete and way: With loftie luering lookes they bounsing braue, The highest place in al men’s sight must haue. 22. With pride they pranke to please the wandring eye, With garishe grace they smyle, they iet, they iest: O _English_ dames, your lightnesse veryly, The curtizantes of _Rome_ do much deteste, In closets close to liue they count it best: They geue not grace to euery wandring wight, Your smiling chere doth euery man delight. 23. The poet’s goddes _Saturne_, and _Iupiter_, To beautie’s becke their highnesse did obay, _Pluto_ of hel did plead at beautie’s barre, And _Phillis_ causde _Demophoon_ to stay: _Pasiphäe_ a bull brought to the baye: So goddes and diuilles, both men and beastes, they all By women’s wyles are slaues to beautie’s thrall. 24. What gayne is got by lyght and wanton wayes? You reape reproche, a guerdon got thereby: Men by your meanes do cause their owne decay, And you your selues al souste in sinne muste die: Refrayne therefore to please man’s gazing eie, Let men likewise the bayted hookes refrayne Of luering lookes, their vaunting vowes be vayne. [THE INDUCTION.