WHen faith in frendes beare fruit, and folysh fancyes fade,
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& crafty catchers cum to nought, & hate gret love hath made
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When fraud flieth far from towne, & lewterers leave the fielde,
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And rude shall runne a rightfull race, and all men be well wilde:
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When gropers after gayne, shall carpe for comen welth,
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And wyly workers shall disdayne, to fygge and lyve by stelth:
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When wisdome walks aloft, and folly syts full low,
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And vertue vanquish pampred vice, and grace begins to grow.
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When Justice joynes to truth, and law lookes not to meede,
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& bribes help not to build fair bowres, nor gifts gret glotons fede
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When hongre hides his head, and plenty please the poore,
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And niggerdes to the nedy men, shall never shut their doore:
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When double darke deceit, is out of credit worne,
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And fauning speche is falshed found, & craft is laught to skorne
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When pride which picks the purs, gapes not for garments gay
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No javels weare no velvet weeds, nor wandring wits bere sway
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When riches wrongs no right, nor power poore put backe,
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Nor covetous creepes not into Courte, nor lerned, livings lack
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When slipper sleights are seene, and far fatchers can be founde,
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And private proffit & selfe love, shall both be put in pounde:
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When dette no sergeant dreeds, and cowrtiers credit keepe,
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& might mels not with merchandise, nor lords shal sell no sheepe:
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When lucre lasts not long, and hurd great heaps doth hate,
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And every wight is well content, to walke in his estate,
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When truth doth tread the stretes, and lyers lurke in den,
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And Rex doth raigne & rule the rost, & weeds out wicked men:
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Then baelfull barnes be blythe, that here in England wonne,
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Your strife shal stynt I undertake, your dreedfull daies ar done:
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