A circle cannot fill a triangle, so neither can the whole world, if it were to be compassed, the heart of man; a man may as easily fill a chest with grace as the heart with gold. The air fills not the body, neither doth money the covetous mind of man.

How many perils doe enfold The righteous man to make him daily fall.

Man's wretched state, That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late.

The gentle mind by gentle deeds is known, For a man by nothing is so well betrayed As by his manners.

Men, when their actions succeed not as they would, are always ready to impute the blame thereof to heaven, so as to excuse their own follies.

Why then should witless man so much misweene That nothing is but that which he hath seene?

But O the exceeding grace Of highest God, that loves his creatures so, And all his works with mercy doth embrace, That blessed angels, he sends to and fro, To serve to wicked man, to serve his wicked foe.

What man so wise, what earthly wit so ware, As to descry the crafty cunning train, By which deceit doth mask in visor fair, And cast her colours dyed deep in grain, To seem like truth, whose shape she well can feign, And fitting gestures to her purpose frame, The guiltless man with guile to entertain?

The man whom nature's self had made to mock herself, and truth to imitate.