Thy thrift-arm’d [288]paines, [289]like idle Pouertie;

For then the time is when th’ industrious [290]Thie

Vpholdes, with all increase, his Familie:

With whose [291]rich hardness spirited, do thou

[292]Poor Delicacie flie; lest frost and snowe

[293]Fled for her loue, Hunger [294]sit both them out,

And make thee, with the beggar’s lazie gout

Sit stooping to the paine, still pointing too’t,

And with a leane hand stroke a [295]foggie foot.

IV.