Would make mee Rich, in all the Worlds despight.

And, I have hopes, that, had shee quite bereft mee,

Of those few ragges and toyes, which, yet, are left me;

I should on God, alone, so much depend,

That, I should need, nor Wealth, nor other Friend.

True Vertue, firme, will alwayes bide,
By whatsoever suffrings tride.