He that performes not what he ought,
But doth the same neglect,
Let him be sure not to receive
The thinge he doth expect.
When once the tall and loftie tree
Vnto the ground doth fall,
Why euery peassont hath an axe
To hew his boughes withall.
He that for virtue merrits well,
And yet doth nothing clayme,
A double kind of recompence
Deserueth for the same.
Acquaint me but with whom thou goest,
And thy companions tell,
I will resolue thee what thou doest,
Whether ill done or well.
He knowes enough that knoweth nought,
If he can ...