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WITH, lime, and net, the Mauis, and the larke,
The fowler loe, deceaued by his arte,
But whilste alofte, he leuel'd at his marke,
And did to highe exalte, his hawghtie harte,
An adder fell, that in the grasse did lurke,
With poisoned stinge, did his destruction worke.
Not looke to highe, with puffe of worldlie pride:
But sometime, viewe the place wheretoo they muste,
And not delighte, the poorest to deride:
Leste when theire mindes, do mounte vnto the skies,
Their fall is wrought, by thinges they doe dispise
To those, whoe doe Astronomie professe:
As if they coulde, all worldlie thinges expresse:
Yet, when to knowe the starres they take in hande,
Of daungers neare, they doe not vnderstande.
-- iam non ad culmina
rerum,
Iniustos creuisse que-
ror: tollantur in altum
Vt lapsu matore ruant,
&c.
Mitte arcana dei Ca-
lúmque inquirere
qid sit.
Si Christum bene scis,
satu est si caetera nescis.