- Were’t aught to me I bore the canopy,
- With my extern the outward honouring,
- Or laid great bases for eternity,
- Which proves more short than waste or ruining?
- Have I not seen dwellers on form and favour
- Lose all and more by paying too much rent
- For compound sweet; forgoing simple savour,
- Pitiful thrivers, in their gazing spent?
- No; let me be obsequious in thy heart,
- And take thou my oblation, poor but free,
- Which is not mix’d with seconds, knows no art,
- But mutual render, only me for thee.
- Hence, thou suborned informer! a true soul
- When most impeach’d, stands least in thy control.