The vision first of _Stanley_, late descryed: Then mirth so extreme, that neare for ioy I dyed: Were it, that swanlyke I foresong my death, Or mery mynde foresaw the losse of breath, That long it coueted, from this earth’s annoy: But euen as siker as th’end of woe is ioy, And glorious light to obscure night doth tend: So extreame mirth in extreame moane doth end. 56. For why, extreames are haps rackt out of course, By violent might far swinged forth perforce, Which as they are pearcingst while they violent’st moue, For nearst they cleaue to[1428] cause that doth them shoue: So soonest fall from that theyr high’st[1429] extreame, To th’other contrary that doth want of meane: So laught[1430] he erst, who laughed out his breath: So laught[1430] I, when I laught my selfe to death. 57. The pleasingst meanes boade not the luckiest ends, Not aye found treasure to like pleasure tends, Mirth meanes not mirth all time, thrise happy hyre Of wit, to shun th’excesse[1431] that all desire: But this I passe: I hye to other like; My palfrey in the playnest paued streete, Thrise bowed his boanes, thrise kneeled on the flowre, Thrise shond (as _Balam’s_ asse) the dreaded towre. 58. What, should I thinke hee had sence of after haps? As beastes foreshew the drought, or rayny drops, As humours in them want, or else abounde, By influence from the heauens, or chaunge of ground, Or doe we interpret by successe ech signe? And as wee fancy, of ech hap deuyne? And make that cause, that kin is to th’effect? Not hauing ought of consequence respect? 59. Bucephalus kneeling only to his lorde, Shewde only, hee was monarche of the worlde: Why may not then the steede foreshewe by fall, What casuall hap the sitter happen shall? Darius horse by braying bought a realme: And what letteth, why he ne is (as the asse) God’s meane, By speaking signe to shewe his hap to come, Who is deafe hearer of his speaking dome? 60. But forward yet: in _Tower_ streete I stayed, Where (could I haue seene) loe, _Haward_, all bewrayed, For as I commond with a priest I met: “Away, my lord,” quoth he, “your time is ne yet To take a priest.” Loe, _Synon_ might bee seene Had _Troyans_ eares, as they had[1432] hares foole[1433] eyen: But, whom thou God allotted hast to dye,[1434] Some grace it is[1435] to dy with wimpled eye. 61.