Summary

Richard Barnfield The Complete Poems of Richard Barnfield (1876)

Assign'd as one to end this doubtfull strife
(Touching your forme, your fame, your loue, your life) ,
Beauty is vaine much like a gloomy light,
And wanting wit is counted but a trife,
Especially when Honour's put to flight:
Thus of a louely, soone becomes a loathly sight.
XV.
Wit without wealth is bad, yet counted good,
Wealth wanting wisdom's worse, yet deem'd as wel,
Erom whence (for ay) doth flow, as from a flood,
A pleasant Poyson, and a heauenly Hell,
Where mortall men do couet still to dwell.
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