Has thrown away his wealth and name in one,
Shall he turn scoffer of a more than brother,
To mock his needs when his desires are done?
Or shall a low-born boy whose mother won him
In great men great concerns his little place,
Turn, when his farthing honours come upon him,
To note her yeoman air and conscious grace?
Then mock me as you do my narrow scope,
For you it was put out this light of mine,
Traitrously wrecked my new adventured hope,