_M_ 11

Doubtlesse, you are either wooing, Or, some other Bus’nesse, doing; Which, you shall attempt, in vaine, Or, much hazzard all your paine: Yet, if good, your meanings are, Doe not honest meanes forbeare; For, where things are, well, begunne, God, oft, workes, when Man hath done.

See, Emb. XI.

12

Be not angry, if I tell That, you love the World, too well; For, this Lot, perhaps, you drew, That, such Faults, you might eschew. Marke, to what their Soules aspire, Who, true Blessednesse, desire: For, if you can doe, like those, Heav’n you gaine, when Earth you lose.

See, Emb. XII.

13

You love the Rich; and, honour them; The needy-person, you contemne: Yet, Wealth, nor want of Wealth, is that, Which, wretched makes, or fortunate: From other Causes, those things flow; Which, since, you either doe not know, Or, heede not much, this Emblem came, That, you might learne to minde the same.

See, Emb. XIII.