Classic Poem

All Dignities that sodainly begin,
And gloriously increase in hast, post hast,
So orerunne Enuie , that shee cannot synne,
Nor synne before: for, straight hir pow'r they past
If Flax on fire bee put, it makes no smoke,
Because it, in a moment, falls to flame:
No more can Enuy, Pompe to fume prouoke
That on the soddaine blazeth on the same,
But Greatnesse gotten slowlie by degrees
Lies most expos'd to Enuies crueltie:
Those Beames are faint, and vs'd thereto, shee sees
Them at the brightest, with a banefull Eye:
 Then, blessed They that are from State exempt,
 That lies expos'd to Enuy , and Contempt .