Find me a niggard that doth want the shift

To call his cursed avarice good thrift;

A rakehell sworne to prodigalitie,

That dares not terme it liberalitie;

A letcher that hath lost both flesh and fame,

That holds not letcherie a pleasant game:—

Thus with the world, the world dissembles still,

And to their own confusions follow will,

Holding it true felicitie to flie,

Not from the sinne, but from the seeing eie."[633:A]