I hauing hap, did make account of none, But such as fed my humour good or bad: To fawning dogs, sometimes I gaue a bone, And flong some scrapps to such as nothing had: But in my hands still kept the golden gad, That seru’d my turne and laught the rest to skorne, As for himselfe was cardnall _Wolsey_ borne. 58. No, no, good men, wee liue not for ourselues, Though each one catch as mutch as hee may get: Wee ought to looke to those that diggs and delues, That alwayes dwell and liue in endles det, Yf in such sort wee would our compas set, Wee should haue loue where now but hate wee finde, And hedstrong will, with cruell hollow minde. 59. I thought nothing of duty, loue, or feare, I snatcht vp all and alwayes sought to clime: I punisht all and would with no man beare: I sought for all and so could take the time: I plide the prince, whiles fortune was in prime, I fild the bags and gold in hoorde I heapt, Thought not on those that thresht the corne I reapt. 60. So all I lost and all I gat was nought, And all by pride and pompe lay in the dust: I aske you all what man aliue had thought, That in this world had beene so litle trust: Why, all thinges heare with time decline they must: Than all is vaine so all not worth a flye, Yf all shall thinke that all are borne to dye. 61. Yf all bee bace, and of so small a count, Why doe wee all in folly so abound? Why doe the meane and mighty seeke to mount, Beyonde all hope where is no surety found, And where the wheele is alwayes turning round? The case is plaine if all bee vnderstood, Wee are so vaine wee knowe not what is good. 62. Yet some will say, when they haue heapes of golde, With flocks of friends, and seruaunts at theyr call, They liue like gods in pleasure treble folde, And haue no cause to finde no fault at all: O blinde conceite, these gloryes are but small, And as for friends, they change their mindes so mych, They stay not long with neither poore nor rich. 63. With hope of friends our selues wee do deceaue, With feare of foes we threatned are with sleepe: But friends speake fayre yet men alone they leaue To sinke or swim, to mourne, to laugh, or weepe: Yet whan for smiles, the snake begins to creepe, As world falls out these dayes in compasse iust, Wee knowe not howe the friend or foe to trust. 64.