Ah pitie PALLAS, who hath thee enwrapt?

AH pitie PALLAS, who hath thee enwrapt?
And in a snare, thus brought thee to distresse:
The wisest now I see may be entrapt,
And Vertue stoope to Fortunes ficklenesse:
Nor Scholler-ship, or wit, at all times can
From sad disaster, keepe a mortall man.

The loue of Money, and Dissimulation,
Hold thee MINERVA tangled in their snare:
For now the world, is growne to such a fashion,
That those the wisest, that the richest are,
And such by whome the simpler should be taught,
Are in the net, like PALLAS soonest caught.