English poem
Rychesse
by Stephen Hawes (1474–1523)
Theyr fruitfull sentence was grete rychesse, The whych ryght surely they myght well domyne, For lordshyp, welth, and also noblesse, The chaunce of fortune can some determyne. But what for this? she can not declyne The noble science, whiche, after poverte, Maye bryng a man agayne to dignitie.