BOOK III.

LONDON.

Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers?

   Oh, sweet content!

Art thou rich, yet is thy mind perplexed?

   Oh, punishment!

Dost thou laugh to see how fools are vexed

To add to golden numbers, golden numbers?

   Oh, sweet content!

Work apace, apace, apace, apace;

Honest labour bears a lovely face.

     Probably THOMAS DEKKER.—Comedy of Patient Grissell.