Classic Poem

A banisht man, long bard from his desire
By inward lets of them his state possest,
Hid here his hopes, by which he might aspire
To haue his harmes with wisedome's helpe redrest.
Seeke then and see, what man esteemeth best;
All is but this, this is our labour's hire;
Of this we liue, in this we finde our rest,
Who hold this fast no greater wealth require.
Looke further, then, so shalt thou finde at least
A bait most fit for hungry-minded guest.