Far[1020] better it were to lose a piece of right, Than lymmes and life in sousing[1021] for the same: It is not force of friendship, nor of might, But God that causeth thinges to fro or frame,[1022] Not wit but lucke[1023] doth wield the winner’s game: Wherefore if wee our follyes would refrayne, Time would redresse all wronges, wee voyde of payne. 24. Wherefore warne princes not to wade[1024] in war For any cause, except the realme’s defence:[1025] Theyr troublous titles are vnworthy far The bloud, the life, the spoyle of innocence: Of friendes, of foes,[1026] behold my foule[1027] expence, And neuer the neare: best therefore tary time, So right shall raigne, and quyet calme ech crime.[1028] [With that[1029] maister _Ferrers_ shooke mee by the sleue, saying: “Why how now man, do you forget your selfe? belike you minde our matters very much.” “So I doe indeede,” sayd I,[1030] “for I dreame of them.” And whan I had rehersed my dreame, wee had long talke concerning the nature of dreames, which to stint, and to bring vs to our matter agayne, thus sayd one of them: “I am glad it was your chaunce to dreame of duke _Richard_, for it had bene pity to haue ouerpassed him. And as concerning this lord _Clyfford_ which so cruely killed his sonne, I purpose to gieue you notes: who (as hee well deserued) came shortly after to a sodayne death, and yet too good for so cruell a tyrant. [For on Palmesonday next following, being the xxix day[1031] of March, in the yeare of Christ a thousand four hundreth threescore and one, this lord _Clyfford_ with _Henry Percy_ the thirde earle of _Northumberland_, the earle of _Westmerland_, the lord _Dacres_, the lord _Welles_, and other were slayn at _Towton_ in _Yorkeshyre_.][1032] Wherefore as you thought you saw and hearde the headles duke speake through his necke, so now[1033] suppose you see this lord _Clyfford_, all armed saue his head, with his brest plate all gore bloud running from his throate wherein an headlesse arrow sticketh through which wound hee sayth thus.”[1034]] How the Lorde _Clyfford_ for his straunge and abhominable cruelty came to as straunge and sodayne a death,[1035] Anno 1461.[1036] 1. Open confession axeth open pennaunce, And wisdome would a man his shame to hyde:[1037] Yet sith forgieuenes commeth through repentaunce, I thinke it best that men theyr crimes ascride, For nought so secret but at length is spyed: For couer fire, and it will neuer lynne Till it breake forth, in like case shame and sinne.[1038] 2.