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I will not of this victorie be glorious

Nor ought you for being vanquished to repine

You not being overcome nor I victorious

Your fortune only is overcome by mine

For by the force of judgement grace and will

You have a mind that is invincible

Be not discouraged at calumnies

Which are not at the worst but loads of wind

And therefore with a strong and patient mind

Most easie to support if you be wise

For naturally such burthens are but light

Unless the bearer's weakness give them weight

To wait for crosses that may happen

Is the meane whereby to beare them easily

They not being much unlike the cockatrice

Which is foreseene by us dies istantly

While unexpected misadventures kill

Joy in the breed and tyrannize the will

By any means with all your might endeavour

For honesty whatever be the event

Although sinister fortune should dissever

Vertue from honour be not discontent

For if you be deprived of your due

The fault is in time and not in you

Wrath makes a man to sin couragiously

And pride doth swell with faire appearances

But drunkenesse and too much leacherie

Are sloven filthie villainous and base

For by the one of God's image being exiled

His temple by the other is defiled

Seeing nature entred me on this condition

Into the world that I must leave I vow

A noble death shall be my chief ambition

To dye being the end of all I ought to doe

And rather gaine by a prime vertue death

Then to protract with common ones my breath

Boast not of outward health but have a care

Your foule be not distempered for we find

The case of them most dangerous who are

In wholesome bodies of a sickly mind

Vice tyrannizing over flesh and blood

In those whose will and judgement are not good

Death cares not for your palace who can climb

Without a ladder to the tops of towers

And shortly with a visage pale and grim

Will come and turn you naked out of doors

But make your body like a church of marbre

A castle fit a vertuous mind to harbour