And in this of ours where we liken glory to a shadow.
  As the shadow (his nature beying such,)
  Followeth the body, whether it will or no,
  So doeth glory, refuse it nere so much,
  Wait on vertue, be it in weale or wo. 
  And euen as the shadow in his kind,
  What time it beares the carkas company,
  Goth oft before, and often comes behind: 
  So doth renowne, that raiseth us so hye,
  Come to vs quicke, sometime not till we dye. 
  But the glory, that growth not ouer fast,
  Is euer great, and likeliest long to last.

Againe in a ditty to a mistresse of ours, where we likened the cure of
Loue to Achilles launce.
  The launce so bright, that made Telephus wound,
  The same rusty, salued the sore againe,
  So may my meede (Madame) of you redownd,
  Whose rigour was first suthour of my paine.

The Tuskan poet vseth this Resemblance, inuring as well by
Dissimilitude as Similitude, likening himselfe (by Implication) to
the flie, and neither to the eagle nor to the owle:  very well Englished by
Sir Thomas Wiat after his fashion and by myselfe thus: 
  There be some fowles of sight so prowd and starke,
  As can behold the sunne, and neuer shrinke,
  Some so feeble, as they are faine to winke,
  Or neuer come abroad till it be darke: 
  Others there be so simple, as they thinke,
  Because it shines, so sport them in the fire,
  And feele vnware, the wrong of the desire,
  Fluttring amidst the flame that doth them burne,
  Of this last ranke (alas) am I aright,
  For in my ladies lookes to stand or turne
  I haue no power, ne find place to retire,
  Where any darke may shade me from her sight
  But to her beames so bright whilst I aspire,
  I perish by the bane of my delight.

Againe in these likening a wise man to the true louer.
  As true loue is constant with his enioy,
  And asketh no witnesse nor no record,
  And as faint loue is euermore most coy,
  To boast and brag his troth at euery word: 
  Euen so the wise without enother meede: 
  Contents him with the guilt of his good deede.

And in this resembling the learning of an euill man to the seedes sowen in
barren ground.
  As the good seedes sowen in fruitfull soyle,
  Bring foorth foyson when barren doeth them spoile: 
  So doeth it fare when much good learning hits,
  Vpon shrewde willes and ill disposed wits.

And in these likening the wise man to an idiot.
  A sage man said, many of those that come
  To Athens schoole for wisdome, ere they went
  They first seem’d wise, then louers of wisdome,
  Then Orators, then idiots, which is meant
  That in wisedome all such as profite most,
  Are least surlie, and little apt to boast.

Againe, for a louer, whose credit vpon some report had bene shaken, he
prayeth better opinion by similitude.
  After ill crop the soyle must eft be sowen,
  And fro shipwracke we sayle to seas againe,
  Then God forbid whose fault hath once bene knowen,
  Should for euer a spotted wight remaine.