Dazled thus with height of place, <br />Whilst our Hopes our wits Beguile, <br />No man marks the narrow space <br />'Twixt a Prison and a Smile. <br /> <br />Then since Fortunes favours fade, <br />You that in her arms do sleep, <br />Learn to swim and not to wade; <br />For the Hearts of Kings are deep. <br /> <br />But if Greatness be so blind, <br />As to trust in Towers of Air, <br />Let it be with Goodness lin'd, <br />That at least the Fall be fair. <br /> <br />Then though darkned you shall say, <br />When Friends fail and Princes frown, <br />Vertue is the roughest way, <br />But proves at night a Bed of Down.<br /><br />Sir Henry Wotton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/upon-the-sudden-restraint-of-the-earl-of-somerset-then-falling-from-favour/
