Upon the Sudden Restraint of the Earl of Somerset, then falling from Favour

Dazzled thus with height of place,
Whilst our hopes our wits beguile
No man marks the narrow space
'Twixt a prison and a smile.

Then, since Fortune's favours fade,
You, that in her arms do sleep,
Learn to swim, and not to wade;
For the hearts of kings are deep.

But if greatness be so blind
As to trust in towers of air,
Let it be with goodness lined,
That at least the fall be fair.

Then, though darkened, you shall say,
When friends fail and princes frown,
Virtue is the roughest way,
But proves at night a bed of down.