Honour Is Purchas'd By The

Jigging Veins Of Rhyming Mother Wits.

That Perfect Bliss And Sole Felicity, The Sweet Fruition Of An Earthly Crown.

Till Swollen With Cunning, Of A Self-conceit, His Waxen Wings Did Mount Above His Reach, And, Melting, Heavens Conspir'd His Overthrow.

Why Should You Love Him Whom The World Hates So? Because He Love Me More Than All The World.

Excess Of Wealth Is Cause Of Covetousness.