Qui se exaltat, humiliabitur
The boylinge brothe, above the brinke dothe swell,
And comes to naughte, with falling in the fire:
So reaching heads that thinke them never well,
Doe headlonge fall, for pride hathe ofte that hire:
And where before their frendes they did dispise,
Nowe beinge falne, none helpe them for to rise.