Reward And Punishments.

Still to our gains our chief respect is had;
Reward it is that makes us good or bad.

God doth embrace the good with love; and gains
The good by mercy, as the bad by pains.

Who plants an olive, but to eat the oil?
Reward, we know, is the chief end of toil.

Dread not the shackles; on with thine intent,
Good wits get more fame by their punishment.

Among disasters that dissension brings,
This not the least is, which belongs to kings:
If wars go well, each for a part lays claim;
If ill, then kings, not soldiers, bear the blame.

Man's disposition is for to requite
An injury, before a benefit:
Thanksgiving is a burden and a pain;
Revenge is pleasing to us, as our gain.