“'Stand backe (sir kyng) thy vaunting vowes be vaine, I nothing recke, thy promise, goodes, nor lande, And _Titan’s_ stately streames would me sustayne With heate, if thou from thys my doore wouldst stande: Thou tak’st away much more then thy commaunde Can geue agayne: thy giftes so vile I deeme, That none but fooles such follies do esteeme. 25. “'With conquest thou hast wonne the worlde so wide, And yet thou canst not winne thy wandring wyll: Thou wouldest winne an other worlde beside: But tushe, that facte doth farre surpasse thy skyll: Thou neuer wilt of conquest haue thy fyll, Til death with daunting darte hath conquer’d thee, Then must thou leue behynd, thy monarchie. 26. “'With greate assaultes my selfe I haue subdude, In all respectes, I haue my harte’s desyre, With a contented minde I am endude, To hygher state I neuer will aspire: More like a prince then any pore esquire, I leade my life: and sith my state is such, Aske thou of me, for I can geue thee muche.’ 27. “All dasht with dreade me thought in fuming heate, He sayd, departing thence in hast with speede: 'If I were not _Alexander_ the great, I would become _Diogenes_ indeed, Who leades his life al voyd of woeful dread: He hath the welth which I cannot obtayne, I haue the welth which wise men do disdayne. 28. “'I liue in feare, I languishe al in dreade, Welth is my woe, the causer of my care, With feare of death I am so il bestead, That restlesse I much like the hunted hare, Or as the canuiste kite, doth feare the snare: Ten hundred cares haue brought me to the baye, Ten thousand snares for this my lyfe men laye. 29. “'When _Philip_ he of _Macedon_ the king, One realme me lefte, I could not be content, Desier prickte me to an other thing, To winne the worlde it was my whole intent, Which donne, another worlde to winne I ment: When least I had, then most I had of blesse, Now, al the worlde, and al vnquietnesse. 30. “'No woe to want of contentation, No welth to want of riches and renowne, For this is seene in euery nation, The highest trees be sonest blowen downe, Ten kinges do dye before one clubbishe clowne: _Diogenes_ in quiet tunne doth rest, When _Cæsar_ is with carking care distrest.’ 31.