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S8 THE THIRD BOOKE
If any the leaft care be wanting to
Chaftife the wicked, and reward the good :
Which law each Prince fliould in his bofome nourilh,
That vice may be fuppreft, and vertue flonrifh.
THAT OVERWEENING IMPEDETH OFTENTIMES THE PERFEC-
TIONING OF THE VERY SAME QUALITIE WEE ARE
PROUDEST OF.
Fond felfe-conceit likes never to permit
One's mind to fee it lelfe with upright eyes ;
Whence many men might have attain'd to wit,
Had they not thought themielves already wile :
To boaft of wifedome then is foolilhnefle,
For while we thinke we're wile, we're nothing lefle.
TO ONE WHO SEEMED TO BE GRIEVOUSLY DISCONTENTED
WITH HIS POVERTY.
Let never want of money vexe your braine,
Seeing all contentment is in th'only mind ;
To the which mony doth no more pertaine,
Then to the hierarchies of angel-kind :
Thus gold being earthly, and the mind fublime,
T'abafe your fpirit is a fort of crime.
THE resolution of a PROFICIENT IN VERTUE.
I hope fo little to tranlgrelle the law
My confcience will endite me, or be proud
Of wealth and pomp as not to care a ftraw
For fortune's frownes ; fo that my deeds be good,
Which eternize my blifle, while fhe makes kings
T'enjoy at bell but tranlitory things.