Both can betray the truest man aliue, Both are to doubt in matters of greate weight, Both will somtime for goodes and honour striue, Both seemeth playne, yet both can shewe great sleight: Both stoups full lowe, yet both can looke on height, And best of both, not worth a cracked crowne: Yet least of both, may loase a walled towne. 65. Talke not of friends, the name thereof is nought, Then trust no foes, if frendes theire credit loes: If foes and frendes of on bare earth were wrought, Blame nere of both though both one nature shoes: Grace passeth kinde where grace and vertue floes, But where grace wantes make foes and frends alike, The on drawes sworde the other sure will strike. 66. I prou’d that true by tryall twenty times, When _Wolsey_ stoode on top of fortune’s wheele. But such as to the height of ladder climes, Knowe not what led lies hanging on theire heele Tell mee my mates that heauy fortune feele, Yf rising vp, breede not a gyddy brayne, And faling downe, bee not a greuous payne. 67. I tolde you how from _Cawood_ I was led, And so fell sicke, when I arested was: What needeth nowe more wordes heere in bee sed? I knewe full well I must to pryson passe, And sawe my state as brittell as a glasse: So gaue vp ghost, and bad the worlde farewell, Wherein, God wot, I could no longer dwell.[2004] 68. Thus vnto dust and ashes I returnde, When blase of life and vital breath went out, Like glowing cole that is to sinders burnde: All fleshe and bloud so ende, you neede not doubt: But when the bruite of this was blowne about, The worlde was glad, the cardnall was in graue, This is of worlde, lo, all the hope we haue. 69. Full many a yeare the world lookt for my fall, And whan I fell, I made as great a cracke, As doth an oake, or mighty tottring wall, That whirling winde doth bring to ruin and wracke: Now babling world wil talke behinde my backe: A thousand things to my reproache and shame, So will it to of others do the same. 70. But what of that? the best is wee are gone, And worst of all when wee our tales haue tolde, Our open plagues will warning bee to none, Men are by hap and courage made so bolde: They thinke all is theyr owne they haue in holde: Well let them say and think what thing they please, This weltring world both flowes and ebs like seas. qd. Tho. Churchyard.[2005]