I have no hope but one,
Which is of heavenly reign;
Effects attend, or not desire,
All lower hopes refrain.

I feel no care of coin,

Well-doing is my wealth; My mind to me an empire is, While grace affordeth health.

I clip high-climbing thoughts,
The wings of swelling pride;
Their fall is worst, that from the height
Of greatest honours slide.

Sith sails of largest size

The storm doth soonest tear, I bear so low and small a sail

As freeth me from fear.

I wrestle not with rage,

While fury's flame doth burn; It is in vain to stop the streams Until the tide doth turn.

But when the flame is out,
And ebbing wrath doth end,

I turn a late enlarged foe

Into a quiet friend.

And taught with often proof,
A temper'd calm I find
To be most solace to itself,
Best cure for angry mind.

Spare diet is my fare,

My clothes more fit than fine; I know I feed and clothe a foe

That pamper'd would repine.

I envy not their hap,

Whom favour doth advance; I take no pleasure in their pain, That have less happy chance.

To rise by others' fall

I deem a losing gain;

All states with others' ruins built,

To ruin run amain.

No chance of Fortune's calms

Can cast my comforts down; When Fortune smiles, I smile to think How quickly she will frown.

And when in froward mood

She proves an angry foe,

Small gain I found to let her come,

Less loss to let her go.

LOSS IN DELAY.

HUN delays, they breed remorse;
Take thy time while time is lent

thee;

Creeping snails have weakest force, Fly their fault lest thou repent thee. Good is best when soonest wrought, Linger'd labours come to nought.

Hoist up sail while gale doth last,
Tide and wind stay no man's pleasure;
Seek not time when time is past,
Sober speed is wisdom's leisure.
After-wits are dearly bought,
Let thy forewit guide thy thought.

Time wears all his locks before,

Take thy hold upon his forehead; When he flies he turns no more,

And behind his scalp is naked. Works adjourn'd have many stays, Long demurs breed new delays.

Seek thy salve while sore is green,
Fester'd wounds ask deeper lancing;
After-cures are seldom seen,

Often sought scarce ever chancing.
Time and place give best advice,
Out of season, out of price.

Crush the serpent in the head,

Break ill eggs ere they be hatch'd; Kill bad chickens in the tread,

Fledged, they hardly can be catch'd. In the rising stifle ill,

Lest it grow against thy will.

Drops do pierce the stubborn flint,

Not by force but often falling;

Custom kills with feeble dint,

More by use than strength and vailing.

Single sands have little weight,
Many make a drawing freight.

Tender twigs are bent with ease,

Aged trees do break with bending;

Young desires make little prease,

Growth doth make them past amending.

Happy man, that soon doth knock

Babel's babes against the rock!

LOVE'S SERVILE LOT.

OVE mistress is of many minds,
Yet few know whom they serve;
They reckon least how little love
Their service doth deserve.

The will she robbeth from the wit,
The sense from reason's lore;
She is delightful in the rind,
Corrupted in the core.

She shroudeth vice in virtue's veil,

Pretending good in ill;

She offereth joy, affordeth grief,
A kiss, where she doth kill.

A honey-shower rains from her lips,
Sweet lights shine in her face;
She hath the blush of virgin's mind,
The mind of viper's race.

She makes thee seek, yet fear to find;
To find but not enjoy ;

In

many frowns some gliding smiles,
She yields, to more annoy.