Ex Avaritia Bellum

THE hand that gripes, so greedily and hard,
What it hath got by long vnlawfull gaine;
Withall for Battaile ready is prepard,
Still to defend, what it doth fast retaine:
(For wretches some, will sooner spend their bloods,
Then spare we see, one penworth of their goods.)

Of Avarice, such is the nature still,
Who hardly can endure, to liue in Peace;
But alwaie prest, to qurrell, or to kill,
When sober mindes, from such contention cease:
And seeke no more, then quiet and content,
With those good blessinges, which the Lord hath sent.