I will bewail, in manner of tragédy, The harm of them that stood in high degree, And fellë so, that there was no remédy To bring them out of their adversitý. For, certain, when that Fortune list to flee, There may no man the course of her wheel hold: Let no man trust in blind prosperity; Beware by these examples true and old.
At Lucifer , though he an angel were, And not a man, at him I will begin. For though Fortúnë may no angel dere, 4046 From high degree yet fell he for his sin Down into hell, where as he yet is in. O Lucifer! brightest of angels all, Now art thou Satanas, that may’st not twin 4047 Out of the misery in which thou art fall.