Humilibus dat gratiam

THE Mountaines huge, that seeme to check the sky,
And all the world, with greatnes overpeere,
With Heath, or Mosse, for most part barren lie:
When valleis low, doth kindly Phoebus cheere,
And with his heate, in hedge and groue begets,
The virgin-Primrose, or sweete Violets.

So God, oft times denies vnto the greate,
The giftes of Nature, or his heavenly grace,
And those that high, in Honor's chaire are set,
Doe feele their wantes, when men of meaner place,
Although they lack, the others golden spring,
Perhaps are blest, aboue the richest King,