Caelica, Sonnet CVII

Isis, in whom the Poets feigning wit,
Figures the Goddesse of Authority,
And makes her on an Asse in triumph sit,
As if Powers throne were mans humility;
Inspire this Asse, as well becomming it,
Euen like a Type of wind-blowne vanity:
With pride to beare Powers gilding scorching heat
For no hire, but opinion to be great.

So as this Beast, forgetting what he beares,
Bridled and burdend by the hand of might,
While he beholds the swarmes of hope and feares,
Which wait vpon ambition infinite,
Proud of the glorious furniture hee weares,
Takes all to Isis offer'd, but his right;
Till wearinesse, the spurre, or want of food,
Makes gilded curbs of all beasts understood.