Epigram 29: Walking along the streetes the other day

Walking along the streetes the other day,
A ragged Soldier crost me on the way;
And though my Purses lyning was but scant,
Yet somewhat I bestowd to ease his want.
For which he kindely thankt me with his hart,
And tooke his leaue and friendiy we did part.
When straight mine eyes a Horse and Footcloth spide,
Vpon whose backe in pompous state did ride,
One, whome I thought was Deputy to Ioue,
Yet not this Soldiers wants could pitty moue,
But with disdainefull lookes and tearmes of scorne,
Commaunds him trauell whether he was borne.
Twill almost make a puritane to sweare,
To see an Asses Horse a Cloake to weare,
When Christians must goe naked bare and thinne.
Wanting apparrell t'hide their mangled skinne.
Vaine world vnto thy Chaos turne agen,
bruitish beasts are more esteemd then men.