If you, this _Emblem_, well have look’d upon, Although you cannot helpe it, yet, bemone The Worlds blacke Impudence; and, if you can, Continue (or become) an honest man. The poore, and petty _Pilferers_, you see On _Wheeles_, on _Gibbets_, and the _Gallow-tree_ Trust up; when they, that farre more guilty are, Pearle, Silke, and costly Cloth of Tissue, weare. Good _God_! how many hath each _Land_ of those, Who, neither limbe, nor life, nor credit lose (But, rather live befriended, and applauded) Yet, have of all their livelihoods defrauded The helplesse _Widowes_, in their great distresse? And, of their Portions, robd the _Fatherlesse_? Yet, censur’d others Errours, as if none Had cause to say, that they amisse have done? How many, have assisted to condemne Poore soules, for what was never stolne by them? And, persecuted others, for that Sin, Which they themselves, had more transgressed in? How many worthlesse men, are great become, By that, which they have stolne, or cheated from Their _Lords_? or (by some practices unjust) From those, by whom they had beene put in trust? How many _Lawyers_, wealthy men are growne, By taking Fees, for _Causes_ overthrowne By their defaults? How many, without feare, Doe rob the _King_, and _God_, yet blamelesse are? _God_ knowes how many! would I did so, too, _So I had pow’r to make them better doe_. _Whil’st thou dost, here, injoy thy breath, Continue =mindfull= of thy =Death=._ [Illustration: MEMENTO MORI ILLVSTR. XXXIV. _Book. 3_]