May all those liue, that wish long life to thee,
And all the rest, perish eternally.
Thy tyme was once, when faire Pecunia, here
Did basely goe attyred all in Leather:
But since her raigne, she neuer did appeere
But richly clad; in Golde, or Siluer either:
Nor reason is it, that her Golden raigne
With baser Coyne, eclypsed should remaine.
And as the Coyne, she hath repurifyde,