I pray thee, _Baldwine_, sith thou doest entende To shewe the fall[483] of such as climbe to hie, Remember mee, whose miserable end May teach a man his vicious life to flye,[484] Oh fortune, fortune, out on thee,[485] I crye: My liuely corps thou hast made leane and slender, For lacke of foode, whose name was _Owen Glendour_.[486] 2. A _Welshman_ borne,[487] and of the _Troyan_ bloud,[488] But ill brought vp, whereby full well I finde, That neyther byrth nor linage make vs good,[489] Though it bee true that cat will after kinde: Fleshe gendreth fleshe, but not the soule or minde,[490] They gender not, but fouly doe degender, When men to vice from vertue them surrender.[491] 3. Each thing by nature tendeth to the same Whereof it came, and is disposed like: Downe sinkes the mould, vp mounts the fiery flame, With horne the hart, with hoofe the horse doth strike, The wolfe doth spoile, the suttle foxe doth pike, And to conclude,[492] no fishe, fleshe, foule or plant, Of their true dame the property doth want.[493] 4. But as for men, sith seuerally they haue A minde, whose maners are by learning made, Good bringing vp all only doth them saue In honest actes,[494] which with their parents fade: So that true gentry standeth in the trade Of vertuous life,[495] not in the fleshely line: For bloud is brute, but gentry is deuine. 5. Experience doth cause mee thus to say, And that the rather for my countreymen, Which vaunt and boast themselues aboue the day, If they may straine their stocke fro[496] worthy men: Which let bee true, are they the better than? Nay far the worse, if so they bee not good, For why, they staine the bewty of their blood. 6. How would wee mocke the burden bearing mule, If hee would brag hee were an horse’s sonne, To presse his pride[497] (might nothing else him rule) His boastes to proue no more but bid him run: The horse for swiftnes hath his glory wonne: The mule[498] could neuer[499] the more aspyer, Though hee should proue that _Pegas_ was[500] his sier. 7. Each man may[501] crake of that which was[502] his owne, Our parents’ vertues are theirs,[503] and no whit ours:[504] Who therefore will of noble birth[505] bee knowne, Ought[506] shine in vertue like his auncestours: Gentry consisteth not in landes and towers: Hee is a churle, though all the world were his,[507] Yea _Arthur’s_ heyre, if that hee liue amis. 8.