May 18

The word he then did speak, fits now as then,

For the same kind of men doth mock at it.

God-fools, God-drunkards these do call the men

Who think the poverty of their all not fit,

Borne humbly by their art, their voice, their pen,

Save for its allness, at thy feet to fling,

For whom all is unfit that is not everything.