Agaynste Couetousnes Poem by Nicholas Bacon

What is the cause the gredye manne
With care to gett waxethe pale and wanne?
Haueinge enoughe whye craues he more?
Whye dothe desier growe with his store?
A like disease to my thinkeinge
As where thirste growes by muche drinkeinge.
Whye makes he wante where plentye is
And haueinge thinges their vse doe misse?
Hee seekes with payne and keepes with care,
Hee hordes and hydes and makethe rare.
Thinges of that kynde shoulde common bee,
Changeinge nature in hur degree.
And yet by profe he sees at eye
Thinges gotten thus spente willfullye.
Noe cause of this can I inuente
But thorowe desyre mynde discontente.