For rest and peace and wealth abounding thoe Made mee forget my Iustice late well vsde: Forsaking vertues, vices gan to floe, And former noble acts I quite refusde. My giftes, my treasures, wealth and will misusde, Began all goodnes quite at length disdayn, And did my facts with filthy vices staine. 6. Misgouern’d both my Kingdome and my life, I gaue my selfe to ease, to sleepe, and sinne: And I had clawbackes euen in Court full rife, Which sought by mine outrages gaines to winne.[517] For Kinges no sooner well or worse beginne, But euen at hand the good or bad take payn, For vertue’s sake, or meede, the Prince to trayne. 7. As vices grew encreasing more and more, So vertues fled and bade their friends adieu: Deseases bad likewise, and sicknesse sore Began to wexe, and griefes about mee grew. I may fullwell my naughty surfets rue, Which pesterd so at length my drousy brayne, I could not scarse from sleeping ought refrayne. 8. A sleepie sickenesse, nam’d the _Lethargye_, Opprest me sore, and feauers fearce withall: This was the guerdon of my glottonie, _Iehoua_ sent my sleepie life this dwall. So who so sleeping let sleepe Iustice shall, Although he feele no whit such slumbring payne, Yet may he write he hath not long to raygne.[518] 9. Physicions wise may take on them the cure, But if _Iehoua_ smite the Prince for sinne, As earst of me, then is the helpe vnsure, That’s not the way for health to enter in. No potions then, nor pouders worth a pin: But euen as we, they must to die be fayne. Bid them in time from vices now refrayne. Who gouerns well, deserues with mighty _Ioue_ to raygne.[519] LENUOY. 1. Remembrng with my selfe this story past, When I agayne had tooke this worke in hand, I tooke my pen and wrote the same at last, Thereby to cause all Princes sloth aband. When they his fall set downe so vnderstand, They may beware: a warning this may be, Against the slothfull sweames of sluggardye. 2. The stories tell of _Comodus_ the raygne, A wise and noble Emperour at first: He diligent to gouerne well tooke payne, Till at the length him sloth in vice had nurst. But see at last, see whereunto it burst: He strangled was by wicked treacherie, That gaue himselfe to sluggish libertie. 3.