Look ye, how following fast on fierce despair 1

Look ye, how following fast on fierce despair We win the weal that seemed beyond our range; Thus ever dogging happy days sans care Comes hateful Sorrow with her certain change. Whoso would win such lore, such secret bare, How Chance shall aye Security estrange, I wot, his wisdom would no blessing gain, But breed a madness in his brooding brain.