Flye from thy chanell Thames, forsake thy streames, Leave the adamaunt iron, _Phœbus_ lay thy[1398] beames, Ceasse heauenly sphears at last your weary warke, Betray your charge, retourne to chaos darke: At least, some ruthles tiger hang her whelp, My _Catesby_ so with some excuse to help, And mee to comfort, that I, alone, ne seme Of all dame nature’s workes, left[1399] in extreme. 44. A golden treasure is the tryed frend, But who may gold from counterfayts defend? Trust not too[1400] soone, ne all too light mistrust:[1401] With th’one thy selfe with th’other thy frend thou hurtst: Who twyn’th betwixt, and stear’th[1402] the golden meane, Nor rashly lou’th,[1403] nor mistrusteth in vayne: For frendship poyson, for safety mithridate It is, thy frend to loue as thou wouldst hate.[1404] 45. Of tickle credit ne had ben the mischiefe, What needed _Virbius_ miracle doubled life? Credulity surnamed first the _Aegean_ seas; Mistrust, doth treason in the trustiest rayse: Suspicious _Romulus_, staynd his walls first reard With brother’s bloud, whom for light leape hee feard: So not in brotherhoode ielousie may be borne, The ielous cuckold weares th’infamous[1405] horne. 46. A beast may preach by tryall, not foresight: Could I haue shond this[1406] credit, nere had light The dreaded death vpon my guilty heade: But fooles aye wont to learne by after reade: Had _Catesby_ kept vnstaynd the truth he plight, Yet had yee enioyde me, and I yet the light: All _Derbie’s_ doubts I clered with his name: I knew, no harme could hap vs, _sauns_ his[1407] blame. 47. But see the fruites of fickle[1408] light beliefe: Th’[1409] ambitious dukes corrupt the traytour thiefe, To groape mee, if allurde I would assent, To bin a partner of theyr curst entent: Whereto, when neyther force nor frenship[1410] vaylde, By tyraunt force theyr purpose they assaylde,[1411] And summond shortly a counsaile in the tower, Of _Iune_ the fifteenth, at apoynted hower. 48. Alas, are counsels wryed to catch the good? Is no place[1412] now exempt from sheading bloud? Sith counsels, that were carefull to preserue The guiltlesse good, are meanes to make them starue, What may not mischiefe of mad man abuse? Religious cloake some one to vice doth chuse, And maketh God protectoure of his cryme: O monstrous world, well ought wee wish thy fine. 49.