Fame's but a hollow echo, gold pure clay,
Honour the darling but of one short day.
5Beauty (th'eyes idol) but a damasked skin,
State but a golden prison, to keepe in
And torture free-born minds; imbroidered trains
Meerly but Pageants, proudly swelling vains,
And blood ally'd to greatness, is a loane
10Inherited, not purchased, not our own.
Fame, honor, beauty, state, train, blood and birth,