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Riches.
Riches are the Wings, yea the golden Wings upon which men soare to the Clouds; Riches are the earths treasure, which nature has hid in the bowels of the earth, and I wish it had been buried there yet; Riches are snares, golden fetters, which intangle mens mindes, and makes men slaves to it, living in Slavonia; Riches as Gold and Silver are Ʋtopia's rattles and baubles, they have been the wise Phylosophers contempt and scorn; men Idolize their glistering, glimmering brightnesse, when as the wise Ʋtopians say, a man may see a thousand times more lustre and brightnesse in the sun, or star; Riches are Golden baites, and hooks that catch men swimming in the Ocean of the World: Riches are coun∣ted the Al-heal, but they wound all with caret, grief and perplexities: Alas, if men should wallow always in Midas banquets it would be but lean chear, and they would desire to have their wishes revo∣ked: