Sonnet 2: Enuy and Honour

Could Enuy die, if Honour were deceast,
She could not liue, for Honour's Enuies foode:
Shee liues by sucking of the Noble blood,
And scales the lofty top of Fames high Creast.
Base thoughts compacted in the Abiect breast,
The Meager Monster doth nor harme, nor good:
But like the wane, or waxe, of ebbe or flood,
Shee shunnes as what her gorge doth most detest;
Where heau'n bred honour in the Noble minde,
From out the Cauerns of the breast proceeds:
There helborne Enuie shewes her hellish kinde,
And Vulturlike upon their actions feedes,
But heeres the ode, that Honours tree shall groe,
When Enuies rotten stumpe shall burne in woe.