Vanae merces

RICH NAVPALVS, hath secretly convaid,
Our English fleece so long beyond the sea,
That not for wit, but for his wealth tis said,
Hee's thence return'd a worthy Knight awaie,
And brought vs back, beades, Hobbie-horses, boxes,
Fannes, Windmills, Ratles, Apes, and tailes of Foxes.

And now like IASON, vp and downe he goes,
As if he had th' Hesperian Dragon slaine,
And equaliz'd in worth, those old Heroe's,
That in the ARGO cut the Grecian maine:
Honour thou didst, but doe his valour right,
When of the fleece, thou dubbest him a Knight.