Lyke to an other _Orpheus_, can she play Vpon her _treble Harpe_, whose siluer sound Inchaunts the eare, and steales the hart away: Nor hardly can deceit, therein be found. Although such Musique, some a Shilling cost, Yet is it worth but _Nine-pence_, at the most. Had I the sweet inchaunting Tongue of _Tully_, That charmd the hearers, lyke the Syrens Song; Yet could I not describe the Prayses fully, Which to _Pecunia_ iustly doe belong. Let it suffice, her Beauty doeth excell: Whose praise no Pen can paint, no Tongue can tell. Then how shall I describe, with artlesse Pen, The praise of her, whose praise, all praise surmounteth? Breeding amazement, in the mindes of men: Of whom, this pressent Age to much accounteth. Varietie of Words, would sooner want, Then store of plentious matter, would be scant. Whether yee list, to looke into the Citty: (Where money tempts the poore Beholders eye) Or to the Countrey Townes, deuoyde of Pitty: (Where to the poore, each place doeth almes denye) All Thinges for money now, are bought and solde, That either hart can thinke, or eie beholde. Nay more for money (as report doeth tell) Thou mayst obteine a Pardon for thy sinnes: The Pope of _Rome_, for money will it sell; (Whereby thy soule, no small saluation winnes) But how can hee, (of Pride the chiefe Beginner) Forgiue thy sinnes, that is himselfe a sinner? Then, sith the Pope is subiect vnto sinne, No maruell tho, diuine _Pecunia_ tempt him, With her faire Beauty; whose good-will to winne, Each one contends; and shall we then exempt him. Did neuer mortall man, yet looke vpon her, But straightwaies he became, enamourd on her. Yet would I wish, the Wight that loues her so, And hath obtain'd, the like good-will againe, To vse her wisely, lest she proue his foe; And so, in stead of Pleasure, breed his paine. She may be kyst; but shee must not be _clypt:_ Lest such Delight in bitter gall be dypt. The iuyce of grapes, which is a soueraigne Thing To cheere the hart, and to reuiue the spirits; Being vsde immoderatly (in surfetting) Rather Dispraise, then commendation merits: Euen so _Pecunia_, is, as shee is vsed; Good of her selfe, but bad if once abused. With her, the Tenant payes his Landlords rent: On her, depends the stay of euery state: To her, rich Pressents euery day are sent: In her, it rests to end all dire Debate: Through her, to Wealth, is raisd the Countrey Boore: From her, proceedes much proffit to the poore.