My powre was prest to right the poore man’s wrong,
My hands were free to geue where neede required:
To watch for grace I neuer thought it long,
To do men good I neede not bee desyred:
Nor yet with gyfts my heart was neuer hyred:
But when the ball was at my foote to guyde,
I playde to those that fortune did abyde.
41.
My want was wealth, my woe was ease at will,
My robes were rich, and brauer then the sunne,