Now fell it so, that Fortune list no longer The highë pride of Nero to cherice; 4144 For though he werë strong, yet was she stronger. She thoughtë thus; “By God, I am too nice 4145 To set a man, that is full fill’d of vice, In high degree, and emperor him call! By God, out of his seat I will him trice! 4146 When he least weeneth, 4147 soonest shall he fall.”