Within my shyp them sharply to reproue
That pen nor hande, themselfe wyll not refrayne
Of couetyse nowe I wyll nat speke agayne
But of them that kepeth by force and by myght
That thynge wherto they haue nat come, by ryght
Some fyndeth treasours other mennys good
And in theyr owne vse suche good they occupy.
Whiche of theyr myndes ar so blynde and wode.
And so reted in theyr errour and foly
That oft they say (say) ye and dare byde by