: Whether they be awake or sleepe, With what greate Care ought Virgins keepe, With what art and indevor, The Jewell which they ought to pryse Above the ritchest marchandise, And once lost lost for ever!

Beleeve mee nowe, I do not blame my frende To fishe in trobled streames for such a pearle, Or digge in black mowled for so ritch a myne; But to redeeme a chast and inocent sowle Forthe from the fierye jawes of lust and hell, Exprest a most comended charitye.

For if longe lyfe contentment bredes, In that the poore the ritche exceedes; The ritch man's dayes are short, as spent In pleasures and supposed content; Whylst to us poore men care and troble Makes every hower wee wast seeme duble.

Wants she but ritch attire or costly dyet, With her the Devill can nere live in quiet.

Vertue is ritch and blots a poore disgrace.