I trow that countenance cannot lie, Whose thoughts are legible in the eie. - Edmund Spenser

Let therefore nought that great is, therein glorie, / Sith so small thing his happiness may varie.

It is the mynd, that maketh good or ill,
That maketh wretch or happie, rich or poore:
For some, that hath abundance at his will,
Hath not enough, but wants in greatest store;
And other, that hath litle, askes no more,
But in that litle is both rich and wise.
For wisedome is most riches; fooles therefore
They are, which fortunes doe by vowes deuize,
Sith each vnto himselfe his life may fortunize.

And in his hand a sickle he did holde, To reape the ripened fruits the which the earth had yold.