Yet my desert doubt dyd death deserue, Though hatred dyd not make mee kyll my kyng, Yet lucre lewde dyd force my feete to swarue, That hatefull hap mee to this bale dyd bring: Let them then learne that heedlesse liue by hope, Her hatefull hestes wyll bring them to the rope: And happy he, who voyde of hope can leade A quiet lyfe, all voyd of fortune’s dread. 44. _Perillus_, he who made the bull of brasse, Lyke him I hopte to haue some great rewarde, But he in brasen belly broyled was, And to a skarfe of hempe I was preferde: So they that meane by other’s harmes to rise, Their dying day shall ende with dolefull cries: And here I ende, approuing that most true, From wicked workes no goodnesse can insue. [THE INDUCTION. “This heardman,” quoth _Inquisition_, “dooth make me cal to minde _Pan’s_ preachers. I meane _Maroe’s_ shepherds, _Siluanus_, _Candidus_, and such lyke, who with their oten pipes dyd often times disclose very intricate mysteries, reasoning _pro et con_ of many high poynts belonging vnto the common weale. And I know not with what knowledge they dyd decide doubtfull matters, accordyng vnto the opinyon of the best philosophers. Surely, _Memorie_, I maruel much at the men of the olde worlde, for I read of many who hauing many passing great giftes of learning and knowledge, were content with the base estate of heardmen. In these our dayes, none bee heardmen but fooles, and euery man, though his witte be but meane, yet he cannot liue with a contented mind except he hath the degree of a lorde.” “It is moste true,” sayde _Memorye_, “for heretofore men did not raunge vntryed in such a worlde of libertye as they doo nowe; then the wisest was best content with the lowest estate: yea, reason so bridled the affections of men, that _Apollo_, whome poetes do faygne to be the verye god of wisedom, what was he but a shepehearde, and that verye poore as it woulde seeme, for he kepte _Admetus’_ hearde in _Thessalie_. And _Argus_, who for the sharpnesse of his wit was reported to haue an hundred eies, he also was content to be a cowheard. And were not _Bacchus_, _Saturne_, and mighty _Iupiter_, delighted in husbandrie? But he who is most wyse in these our dayes doth approue himselfe most folish, by thrusting himselfe vnto his owne destruction, which this heardman hath declared sufficiently in this storie of _Sigebert_. But let vs nowe proceede, and let vs, by examples, teach what fruit vertue and vice, contentation and ambition, doth yeeld. Then let them of this world choose, whether lyke the wise mariners they wil auoyd those dangerous rocks, or willingly cast themselues away. Proceede therefore, good _Inquisition_, and let vs see whom you haue here.” “Shee will declare her selfe,” quoth _Inquisition_, “what she is: but for the better vnderstanding of her