Of whome both mockes, and apishe mowes, he gain’d.
Thus, euerie daie he made his master sporte,
And to his clogge, was chained in the courte.
At lengthe it hap’d? while greedie graundsir din’de?
The ape got loose, and founde a windowe ope:
Where in he leap’de, and all about did finde,
The God, wherein the Miser put his hope?
Which soone he broch’d, and forthe with speede did flinge,
And did delighte on stones to heare it ringe?
The sighte, righte well the passers by did please,