Classic Poem

Sith glorious Princes like to Mirrours are,
(As cleare, as brittle) how dare they contend:
Sith when they meete, and light vpon the bare,
They may see their beginnings , in their ende?
And, sith base Vp starts like to Bladders bee
(Puft vp with winde which maks them stiffe, as stout)
Mee thinkes each bound they should rise heauily:
Sith That which makes them mount, may let It out.
Lastlie, sith Men to Bubbles are compar'd
(Then which no Being's nearer kin to Nought )
Why from ill Thoughts do they their Wills not warde
Sith they may bee extinguisht with a thought?
It is sith Bubbles do but weake appeare:
So, in their Weaknesse, Men to Nought are neere!