(15) Wherefore my prety Snaile, be still and lappe thee warme. Saue enuies frets mauger their fumes, thers few shall do thee harme. +
Because in some respect, thou holdes me to be wise, I place thee for a Presedent, and signe before mine eyes: Was neuer any yet, that harme in thee could find, (20) Or dare auow that euer Snaile, wrought hurt to humaine kinde.
I know dame Phisicke doth, thy friendly helpe implore, And crau’s the salue from thee ensues, + to cure the crased sore: +Sith Phisicke then alowes, the vertues in degree, In spight of spight I weare thee still, + that well contenteth me.
21. Remember thy end. +
T O be as wise as Cato + was, or rich as Cresus in his life: To haue the strength of Hercules, which did subdue by force or strife. What helpeth it when death doth call, The happy end exceedeth all.
(5) The rich may well the poore relieue, that rulers may redresse ech wrong: The learned may good counsell giue, but marke the end of this my song. Who doth these thinges, happy they call, Their happy end, exceedeth all.
The happiest end, in these our dayes, that all do seeke, both small and great: (10) Is either for fame, or els for praise, or who may sit in highest seat. But of these thinges hap, what hap shall, The happy end exceedeth all.
A good beginning oft we see, but seldome standing at one stay: For few do like the meane degree, then prayse at parting + some men say. (15) The thinges whereto ech wight is thrall, The happy end exceedeth all. +