An aunswere in dispraise of Wi

THe Wit you so commend
with wealth cannot compare:
For wealth is able Wit to win
when Wit is waxen bare.
Wit hath no Beauties beames,
to Kingly crowne it yeeldes:
Wit subiect is to wilfull rage,
Rage Wit and Reason wéeldes.
Wit rules not witlesse youth,
nor aged steps doth guide:
Wit knowes not how to win a friende,
Wit is so full of pride.
Wit wots not how to flie
the smooth and flattering gest:
Wit cannot well discerne the thing
that doth become it best.
Wit hath no wyle to ware
mishap before it fall,
Wit knowes not what good fashion meanes,
Wit can doe naught at all.
Since Wit by wisdome can
doe nothing as you wéene,
If you doe toyle to come by Wit,
then are you ouer séene.
Whome when you doe attaine,
though Wit and you séeme one:
Yet Wit will to another when
your back is turnde and gone.