In commendation of Wit

Wit farre excéedeth wealth,
Wit Princely pompe excels,
Wit better is than Beauties beames
Where Pride and Daunger dwels.
Wit matcheth Kingly Crowne,
Wit maisters Witlesse rage:
Wit rules the fonde affects of youth,
Wit guides the steps of Age.
Wit wants no Reasons skill
a faithfull Friend to know:
Wit wotes full well the way to voide
the smooth and fléering fo.
Wit knowes what best becommes
and what vnséemely showes:
Wit hath a wile to ware the worst,
Wit all good fashion knowes:
Since Wit by wisedome can
doe this and all the rest,
That I imploy my painefull head
to come by Wit is best.
Whome if I might attaine,
then Wit and I were one:
But till time Wit and I doe cope,
I shall be post alone.