My want no poorer than thy rich estate.
Our ends and births alike, in this as I,
Poor thou wert born, and poor again shalt die.
My little fills my little-wishing mind,
Thou having more than much, yet seekest more;
Who seeks, still wishes what he seeks to find;
Who wishes, wants; and whoso wants, is poor:
Then this must follow of necessity,
Poor are thy riches, rich my poverty.
Though still thou gett’st, yet is thy want not spent,