Therefore vsurping Couetise, be gone.
For why, the minde belongs to mee alone.
Couetousnesse.
Alas poore Conscience, how thou art deceav'd?
As though of senses, thou wert quite bereaud.
What wilt thou say (that thinkst thou canst not erre)
If I can proue my selfe the ancienter?
Though into Adams minde, God did infuse thee,
Before his fall, yet man did neuer vse thee.
What was it else, but Aurice in Eue,