Content thyselfe with what Fates haue assignde:
Be rul'd by Reason, Warning dangers saue;
True Age is reuerend worship to thy graue.
Be patient in extreame Aduersitie,
(Man's chiefest credit growes by dooing well,)
Be no high-minded in Prosperity;
Falshood abhorre, nor lying fable tell.
Giue not thy selfe to Sloth, (the sinke of Shame,
The moath of Time, the enemie to Fame.)
This leare I learned of a Bel-dame Trot,