I deem’d them foes that mee good counsaile gaue, And those my chiefest frends could glose and lie: I hated them that were so sage and graue, And those I lou’d were lusty, lewde, and slie. I did the wisest wittes as fooles defie, Such sots, knaues, ruffians, roysters I embraste, As were vnwise, vnhonest, rude, vnchaste. 8. I lusted eke, as lazy[398] lechers vse, My subiects wiues and daughters at my will I did so often as mee pleas’d abuse, Perforce I kept them at my pleasure still. Thus gate I queanes and concubines at fill, And for their sakes I put away my wife: Such was my lewdnes, lust, and lawlesse life. 9. But shame forbids mee for to tell the rest, It mee abhorres to shew what did insue: And yet because it moueth in my breast Compunction still, and was God wot to true, Ile farder tell whence[399] my destruction grue. To _Sodome_ sinne I fowly fell,[400] and than I was despised both of God and man. 10. Could I long prosper thus, doe you suppose? Might ought of euill exceede[401] these vices told? Thinke you ther’s any wight on ground that goes Might scape reuenge of vice so manifolde? No sure: who is in sienfullnes so bolde, His vices fare like weedes they sproute so fast They kill the corps, as weedes the corne at last. 11. My greate outrage, my heedelesse head, the life I beastly led could not continue so: My brothers bloud, my leauing of my wife, And working of my friends and subiects woe Cry’d still to God, for my foule ouerthroe, Which heares the wrong’d, hee vewes[402] their carefull case, And at the length doth all their foes deface. 12. Yet I mistrusting no mishaps at hand, (Though I were worthy twenty times to die) I lewdly liu’d, and did my wealth withstand. I neuer thought my end was halfe so nie. For my disport I rode on hunting, I, In woodes the fearefull heart I chased fast, Till quite I lost my company at last. 13. And or I wist, to cost I found my foes, By chaunce I came whereas the Wolues they bred: Which in a moment did mee round inclose, And mounted at my horse his throte and head. Some on the hinder partes their panches fed. Yet fought I still to scape, if it might bee, Till they my panting[403] horse puld downe with mee. 14.