The second is,[938] not easely to assent To aduise geuen against[939] thy faythfull frend, But of the speaker ponder the intent, The meaning full, the poynt, and finall end: A saint in showe in proofe is found a feend, The subtile man the simple to abuse, Much pleasaunt speach and eloquence doth vse. 42. And so was I abusde and other moe[940] By _Suffolke’s_ sleights, who sought to please the queene, Forecasting not the misery and woe Which thereof[941] came, and soone[942] was after seene: With glosing tong hee made vs fooles to weene, That _Humfrey_ did to _England’s_ crowne aspire, Which to preuent, his death they did conspire. 43. What should I more of mine vnhaps declare, Whereof my death at last hath made an end? Not I alone was voyde of[943] all this care, Some besides mee there were that did offend: None I accuse, nor yet my selfe defend, Faultes I knowe I had, as none liues without,[944] My chiefe fault was folly I put thee[945] out of dout. 44. Folly was the chiefe, the noughty time was next, Which made my fortune subiect to the chiefe: If _England_ then with strife had not beene vext, Glory might haue growen whereas ensued griefe: Yet one thing is my comfort[946] and reliefe, Constant I was in my prince’s quarell To die, or liue, and spared for no parell. 45. What though fortune enuious was my foe? A noble hart ought not the sooner yeelde, Nor shrinke a backe for any weale or woe, But for his prince lie bleeding in the feelde: If priuy spight at any time mee helde, The price is paide: and greeuous is my guerdon, As for the rest God (I trust) will pardon. G. F.[947]