A banisht man, long bard from his desire
By inward letts, of them his state possest,
Hid heere his hopes, by which he might aspire
To have his harmes with wisdomes helpe redrest.
Seeke then and see, what man esteemeth best,
All is but this, this is our labours hire,
Of this we live, in this wee finde our rest,
Who hold this fast no greater wealth require.
Looke further then, so shalt thou finde at least,
A baite most fit, for hungrie minded guest.