No Wight, no Beauty held; more faire, more deere.
FINIS.
His Prayer to Pecunia.
Reat Lady, sith I haue complyde thy Prayse,
(According to my skill and not thy merit:)
And sought thy Fame aboue the starrs to rayse;
(Had I sweete Ovids vaine, or Virgils spirit)
I craue no more but this, for my good will,