The Coxcombes, of a well-deserved scorne.

But, of all Fooleries, the grossest Folly

Is theirs, who weare those garbes of seeming-holy,

Which paine them sore, yet make them still appeare,

To God and Men, as wicked as they are.

Be, therefore, what, to be thou hast profest;

But, bee not of this last, of all the rest.


Pursue thy Workes, without delay,
For, thy short houres runne fast away.