TRUST. How God hath blessed you, all men may see; For first at your entrance you conquered Lust, Not by your power, but by might of the deity, As all persons ought to do that be just. Then through Sapience, which God did you send, You bridled that brutish beast Inclination, And also ordered you with Contentation. CONT. Those that are contented with their vocation Be thankful to God; this is a true consequent; And those that be thankful in their conversation, Cannot but please the Lord God omnipotent; But those that be sturdy, proud, and disobedient, The Ruler of all rulers will them confound, And rot their remembrance off from the ground. JUST. When Solon was asked of Croesus the king, What man was most happy in this vale terrestrial, To the end he seemeth to attribute that thing When men be associate with treasures celestial, Before the end can no man judge, he doth say, That any man is happy that here beareth breath, But then by his end prettily judge we may. Thus true happiness consisteth, saith he, after death. If this be a truth, as undoubtedly it is, What men are more foolish, wretched, and miserable, Than those that in these treasures accompt their whole bliss? Being infect with ambition, that sickness incurable; Ah, wicked Adrastia, thou goddess deceivable, Thus to pluck from men the sense of their mind, So that no contentation therein they can find. TRUST. The treasure of this world we may well compare To Circes the witch with her crafty cautility, Wherewith many men's minds so poisoned are, That quite they are carried into all fidelity; They are conjured indeed, and bewitched so sore, That treasure is their trust, joy and delight. True trust is expelled, they pass not therefore, And against contentation they continually fight. But though wicked men follow their lust, Crying, on earth is our felicity and pleasure, Yet God doth so guide the hearts of the just, That they respect chiefly the celestial treasure.