The skull that bred them in the sepulchre.
[097] Thus ornament is but the guiled shore
To a most dangerous sea; the beauteous scarf
[099] Veiling an Indian beauty; in a word,
[100] The seeming truth which cunning times put on
[101] To entrap the wisest. Therefore, thou gaudy gold,
[102] Hard food for Midas, I will none of thee;
[103] Nor none of thee, thou pale and common drudge
’Tween man and man: but thou, thou meagre lead,
105 Which rather threatenest than dost promise aught,