Yet, oh preserve me from the scorne of Fooles.

Those wicked Fooles, that in their hearts have sed

There is no God; and, rather give me Bread

By Ravens, Lord, or in a Lions Den,

Then by the Favours of such foolish men:

Lest, if their dainties I should swallow downe,

Their smile might more undoe, me, than their frowne.


Though weaknesse unto me belong,
In my Supporter, I am strong.