Classic Poem

E nuy and Anger haue some Wise men kil'd:
(though in those Passions we hold no man wise)
As fauour and base fall'ry Fooles haue spild;
for, with them both, we Fooles doe Nestorise .

But when these moodes are, with the Parties , dead,
then, were they Fooles, who wer so wise while-ere:
And, They most wise that Fooles were reckoned:
thus, Death doth make Things, as they are, appeare.

Flatl'ry adornes Mens Fortunes , not the Men ;
and Enuy , not their Persons , but their Fames
Doth seeke to wound: so, it appeareth then,
that Wise nor Fooles haue here their proper Names
But in the Font of Death they doe receiue
Their naked Names which their true Natures giue.