No garden can be cleansd of euery Weede.
But now to her, whose praise is her pretended,
(Diuine Pecunia) fairer then the morne:
Which cannot be sufficiently commended;
Whose Sun-bright Beauty doeth the Worlde adorne,
Adorns the World, but specially the Purse;
Without whose pressence, nothing can be worse.
Not faire Hæsione (King of Priams sister)
Did euer showe more Beauty, in her face,
Then can this louely Lady, if it list her