The richë Croesus , whilom king of Lyde⁠— Of which Croesus Cyrus him sorë drad⁠— 4201 Yet was he caught amiddës all his pride, And to be burnt men to the fire him lad; 4202 But such a rain down from the welkin shad, 4203 That slew the fire, and made him to escape: But to beware no gracë yet he had, Till fortune on the gallows made him gape.