Let that, which only was to it assign’d,
Be now polluted by the baser mind?
Alas the while, that once the best reward
To vertuous deeds is now of no regard.
16.
No golden churle, no elbow-vanting Iacke,
No peasant base, nor borne of dunghill mould,
Could find such treasure in his pedler’s packe
To purchase that, which fame on high did hold
For true desart, aboue the reach of gold: