Divitiae

THE country Swaines, at footeball heere are seene,
Which each gapes after, for to get a blow,
The while some one, away runnes with it cleane,
It meetes another, at the goale below
Who never stirrd, one catcheth heere a fall,
And there one's maimd, who never saw the ball.

This worldly wealth, is tossed too and fro,
At which like Brutes, each striues with might and maine,
To get a kick, by others overthrow,
Heere one's fetch't vp, and there another slaine,
With eager hast, and then it doth affront
Some stander by, who never thought vpon't.