Whom she, to day doth reare on hye, vpon her whirling wheele, To morow next she dingeth downe, and casteth at her heele.
No measure hath she in her giftes, she doth reward ech sort, (10) The wise that counsell haue, no more, then fooles that maketh sport: She vseth neuer parciall handes, for to offend or please, Giue me good Fortune all men sayes, and throw me in the seas.
It is no fault or worthinesse, that makes men fall or rise, I rather be borne fortunate, then to be very wise: +(15) The blindest man right soone, that by good fortune guided is, To whom that pleasaunt Fortune pipes, can neuer daunce amis.
FINIS. M. Edwardes.
36. Though triumph after bloudy warres, the greatest brags doe beare,
Yet triumph of a conquered mynde, the crowne of fame shall weare: +
W Ho so doth marke the carelesse life, of these vnhappy dayes, And sees what small and slender hold, the state of vertues stayes: He findes that this accursed trade, proceedeth of this ill, That men be giuen too much to yeld, to their vntamed will.
(5) In lacke of taming witlesse will, the poore we often see, Enuies the riche, because that he, his equall can not bee: The riche aduaunced to might by wealth, from wrong doth not refrayne, But will oppresseth weaker sort, to heape excessiue gayne.
If Fortune were so blind, to giue to one man what he will, (10) A world would not suffice the same, if he might haue his fill: We wish, we searche, we striue for all, and haue no more therein, Then hath the slaue, when death doth come, though Cresus wealth he win.
In getting much, we get but care, such brittle wealth to keepe, The rich within his walles of stone, doth neuer soundly sleepe: (15) When poore in weake and slender house, doe feare no losse of wealth, And haue no further care but this, to keepe them selues in health.
Affection may not hide the sword of sway, in iudgement seate,