 | The Melancholie Knight |  |
To Fame.
Thou art the Lady that I seeke to please,Before Pecunia, Fortune, Patience; these
Are all inferiour in renowned name,
To this eternall honour-giuer Fame;
Say I had Fortunes gifts in large degree,
Why fooles haue fortune we doe daily see.
If moneyes Lady would for me prouide
More quoine and plate, then is in all Cheape-side:
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There are more wealthy fooles then wealthy wise;
If I take Patience physicke for my sore,
And wate with her at expectations dore,
What's the reward will follow? euen this;
Patience and pouertie in th' end will kisse:
Therefore Ile set wit working like a watch,
Some rare vnknowne inuention to dispatch
That all the world could not haue brought about,
If I had not beene borne to finde it out:
And when I haue it (being yet vnbegotten,
I shall haue Fame aliue, and dead and rotten.
| The Melancholie Knight | |