Wherin, to iustly praysde for secretnesse (For now my guilt with shriking I confesse) To him to true, to vntrue to the queene, Such hate I wan, as lasted long betweene Our familyes: _Shore’s_ wife was my nyce cheate, The holy[1308] hore, and eke the wyly peate: I fed his lust with lonely peces so, That God’s sharpe wrath I purchast, my iust woe. 8. See here of nobles new the diners sourse? Some vertue rays’th,[1309] some clyme by sluttish sorts:[1310] The fyrst, though onely of themselues begon, Yet circlewise into themselues do ron: Within their fame their[1311] force vnited so, Both endlesse is, and stronger gainst their foe: For, when end’th it[1312] that neuer hath begon? Or by what force, may circled knot bee vndon?[1313] 9. The other,[1314] as by wicked meanes they grew, And raynde by flattery, or violence: so sone rue:[1315] First tombling step from[1316] honours old, is vice: Which once discend[1317] some linger, none arise To former type: but they catch vertue’s spray, Which mounteth[1318] them that clime by lawfull way: Beware to rise by seruing princely lust, Surely to stand, one meane is rising iust. 10. Which learne by mee, whom let it helpe t’excuse,[1319] That ruthfull now my selfe I do accuse, And that my prince I euer pleasde with such As harmed none, and him contented much: In vice some favour, or lesse hate let win, That I ne wryde to worser end my sinne: But vsde my fauour to the safty[1320] of sutch, As fury of later[1321] war to lyue did grutch. 11. For as one durt (though durty) shin’th[1322] the sunne: So, euen amids my vice, my vertue shoane: My selfe I sparde with [any] his cheate to stayne, For loue and[1323] reuerence so I could refraine: _Gisippus_ wife erst _Titus_ would desyre With frendship’s breach, I quencht that brutish fyre: Manly it is, to loth the fawning[1324] lust: Small vaunt to flye, what[1325] of constreint thou must. 12. These therefore rasde, if thou mine office skan,[1326] Lo, none I hurt, but furdred euery man: My chamber _England_ was, my staffe the law, Wereby, sauns rygour, all I held in awe: So louing to all, so[1327] belou’d of all, As, (what ensude vppon my bloudy fall Though I ne felt) yet suerly this I thinke, Full many a trickling teare their mouths did drinke. 13.