So I am poor, but withhold the only key
To allow access such dear safe treasure,
The rich will not a moment closely study,
For dull is the point of frequent pleasure.
Therefore are treats so sober and so thin,
Since rarely coming in the ages they own,
Like valuables rich men give on occasion,
Or gaudy gems placed just so in a crown.
So now the time arrives to peek my chest;
Peep my treasure by a spyhole revealed,
Making a blessèd instant instantly blessed
Soon unfolding the noted pride sealed.
Adored are you whose merit gives a scope,
If had, a Victory; if in Poverty, be broke.