Fountaines hot and cold, To heale by them the sicke, both yong and old. N. [427] Extols vs to the skies, We look not downe from whence we first did rise. N. [428] Ambition will not wisdome’s counsell brooke, Pride sets her thoughts on things that vade away, Forsaken vertue which doth nere decay. N. [429] We might admire what monsters time did hatch. N. [430] Surpasse in his degree. N. [431] As all the rest in wisdome weaker bee. N. [432] Magicke arte. N. [433] Which in the end did proue my future ill. N. [434] Few men did euer vse like enterprise. N. [435] And turne and winde at last which way I would. N. [436] And in the fall I lost. N. [437] This was my race, this was my fatall fall. N. [438] In their effects they are. N. [439] Be wise in artes exceed not wisdome’s bound, The depth of arte by wit may not be found. N. [440] That nothing haue yet promise all to you. N. [441] All which by nature are abhor’d as euill, Practisde by fooles, inuented by the diuell. N. [442] ----Beware of climing high, Lest that you helpelesse fall, as erst did I. N. THE AUTHOUR. When Bladud thus had ended quite his tale, And tolde his life as you haue heard before: He toke his flight, and then a Lady pale Appeard in sight, beraide with bloudy gore: In hande a knife of sanguine dye she bore: And in her breste a wounde was pearced wyde, So freshly bledde, as if but than she dyde. She staide a while, her coulour came and went, And doubtful was that would haue tolde hir paine: In wofull sort she seemed to lament, And could not wel her tongue from talke refraine. For why her griefes vnfolde she would right faine, Yet bashfull was: at length an ende to make, Hir Morpheus wild, and then thus wyse she spake. [443] Cannot still keepe in my counsaile. ed. 1575. [444] And shew mishaps. ib. [445] That. ed. 1575. [446] May keep. ib. [447] And willing be to flye. ib. [448] For sith I see thee prest to heare that wilt recorde. ib. [449] What I Cordila tell. ib. [450] To thee that giu’st an eare to heare and ready art. ib. [451] Practisde for to flye and soare. ib. [452] Who dead his sonne my father. ib. [453] He had three daughters faire the first hight Gonerell. N. [454] My sister Ragan. ed. 1575. [455] And of vs all our father deire in age did dote. ib. [456] So. ib. [457] To giue where. ed. 1575. [458] Had more age. ib. [459] My prayse t’asswage. ib. [460] Gainst. ib. [461] But still. ib. [462] This stanza follows in the edit. 1575.