Thinke of her worth, and think that God did meane, This worthy mind should worthy things imbrace; Blast not her beauties with thy thoughts vnclean, Nor her dishonour with thy passions base: Kill not her quickning powers with surfettings, Mar not her sense with sensualitie; Cast not her serious wit on idle things: Make not her free-will, slaue to vanitie. And when thou think'st of her eternitie, Thinke not that death against her nature is, Thinke it a birth; and when thou goest to die, Sing like a swan, as if thou went'st to blisse. * * * * * Take heed of over-weening, and compare Thy peacock's feet with thy gay peacock's traine; Study the best and highest things that are, But of thyselfe an humble thought retaine."[16] "Expelled" and "disbarred," he retired to Oxford and there "followed his studies, although he wore a cloak." (Wood's _Athenæ_, as before, ii. 401). To lighten severer studies he now leisurely composed that "Nosce Teipsum" from which has just been quoted the remarkable close. His vein must have been a "flowing" one; for it was published within a year of his disgrace, viz. in 1599.[17] It was dedicated to the "great Queen;" without the all-too-common contemporary hyperbole of laudation, yet showing the strange magnetism of her influence to win allegiance from the greatest, even in her old age:-- "Loadstone to hearts and loadstone to all eyes."