Classic Poem

The high estate is daungerous,
The poore degree is burdenous.
The welthie sorte are couetous,
The needie soule is dolorous.
The youthfull Imps are prodigall.
The aged be to riches thrall.
The bolder men foolehard ye call,
And fearefull wightes are dastards all.
Then yll eschew, embrace things cleane,
Well fare the sweete and golden meane.