How _Iacke Cade_ naming himselfe _Mortimer_,[778] trayterously rebelling against his King, in Iune, Anno 1450,[779] was for his treasons and cruell doinges worthely punished. 1. Shall I call it fortune[780] or my froward folly, That lifted[781] mee vp[782] and laide mee downe belowe? Or was it courage that made mee so ioly, Which of the starres and bodies grement growe?[783] What euer[784] it were this one poynt sure I knowe, Which shall be meete for euery man to marke: Our lust and willes our euils chiefly warke. 2. It may bee well that planets doe encline, And our complexions moue our mindes to ill, But such is reason, that they bring to fine No worke vnayded of our lust and will: For heauen and earth are subiect both to skill: The skill[785] of God ruleth all, it is so strong, Man may by skill guide thinges that to him long. 3. Though lust be sturdy,[786] and will enclined to nought, This forst by mixture, that by heauen’s course, Yet through the skill[787] God hath in reason wrought And geuen man, no lust nor will to[788] course, But may bee stayed or swaged of the sourse, So that it shall in nothing force the minde To worke our woe, or leaue the proper kinde. 4. But though this skill bee geuen to euery man[789] To rule the will, and keepe the minde aloft, For lacke of grace full fewe vse it can,[790] These worldly pleasures tickle vs so oft: Skill is not weake, but will strong,[791] fleshe is soft, And yeeldes it selfe to pleasure that it loueth, And hales the minde to that it most reproueth. 5. Now if this hap whereby wee yeelde our minde To lust and will, bee fortune as wee name her, Than is shee iustly called false and blinde, And no reproach can bee to much to blame her: Yet is the shame our owne when so wee shame her, For sure this hap if it bee rightly knowne, Commeth[792] of our selues, and so the blame our owne. 6. For who so liueth in the schoole of skill, And medleth not with any worlde’s affayres, Forsaketh pompes and honors, that doe spill The minde’s recourse to grace’s quiet stayres, His state no fortune by no meane appayres: For fortune is the folly and plague of those,[793] Which to the world their wretched willes dispose. 7.