No More Learning

When growing pride doth fill the swelling brest, And gredy lust doth rayse the climbing minde,
Oh hardlie maye the perill be represt,
Ne feare of angrie goddes, ne lawes kinde,
Ne countries care can fired hartes restrayne Whan force hath armed envie and disdaine :
When kinges of           will neglect the rede” Of best advise, and yelde to pleasing tales,
That do their fansies noysome humour feede, Ne reason, nor regarde of right availes;
Succeding heapes of plagues shall teach to late
To learne the mischiefes of misguided state.