Avarice.

MOney, thou bane of blisse, & sourse of wo,
Whence com'st thou, that thou art so fresh and fine?
… know thy parentage is base and low:
… poore and dirtie in a mine.

…urely …ou didst so little contribute
To this great kingdome, which thou now hast got,
That he was fain, when thou wert destitute,
…o digge thee out of thy dark cave and grot:

…hen forcing thee, by fire he made thee bright:
Nay, thou h…st got the face of man; for we
Have with out stamp and seal transferr'd our right:
Thou art the man, and man but drosse to thee.

Man calleth thee his wealth, who made thee rich;
And while he digs out thee, falls in the ditch.