False world, thou ly’st: thou canst not lend
The least delight:
Thy favours cannot gain a friend,
They are so slight:
Thy morning-pleasures make an end
To please at night:
Poor are the wants that thou supply’st:
And yet thou vaunt’st, and yet thou vy’st
With heav’n; fond earth, thou boast’st,
False world, thou ly’st.