Classic Poem

TWO OR THREE PRETY TOYES giuen to a Gentilman, to set about his Counting-house
What man can beare a lofty saile,
Where fortune frownes, and friends doo faile?

And who so low, but he may rise,
By fortunes aide and friends aduise?

What wo to hate? what ioye to love?
What stranger state then both to prooue?

What treasure, to a friend in deede?
What greater spight then faile at neede?

What wisdome more, then for to learne
The trueth from falshood to discerne?

From which false dealing G OD defend
Those that meane well: and so I end.