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Bona vertuntur in mala.
The shālesse sins which shālesse sots doo vseWtdrawes ye minde frō vertue vnto vice:
And wallowing in their owne cōceites abuse
The gifts they ought to gouern wt advice.
Few liues content wt their appointed state
Moste enuies at their neibours good successe
Mindes are corrupted wt a deadly hate,
All are enclinde to follow wickednes.
Sin sits aloft and treads down Godlynes,
Vice conquers vertue, falshod wrōgeth trueth
Hate hinders looue, plenty by couetousnes
Is waxed poor, the greater is the rueth.
Freendship is colde & woordes esteemed wīde
Deeds few or none belonging vnto good:
Flattery dooth florish ye simple sorte to blinde,
And smiling lookes are redy to spill blood.
In plesant speech deceitful craft is hid,
In promise fair, performaunce is not found:
Reson and right in matters are forbid,
Rich wrongs ye poor, & presse thē to ye groūd.
Few things are doon as they apointed were,
Good gifts of God are turned to abuse:
The mindes of men to sinne adicted are,
Of this vain world such is the common vse.
FINIS.
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