Good Counsel.
If poor thou art, yet patient bide! For after ebb may come a tide: Yet at full sea, keep water store! That afterward thou want no more.
On the World.
The World's a City furnishèd with spacious streets: And Death's the Market Place; whereat all creatures meet.
When GOD made all, he made all good; So Woman was, if she had stood: Though Woman was the cause of fall; Yet Jesus' blood made amends for all.
On a Good Woman.
A wise man poor is like a Sacred Book that's never read. To himself he lives, though to the World seems dead: Yet this Age counts more of a golden fool Than of a thread-bare Saint, nursed up in Wisdom's School.
FINIS.