Mounts high above the Earth, are free from wet,
On which who builds a sure foundation set,
Verily standing firme against each storme:
Nor doth the Mount leave truly to performe,
The right condition of a good foundation,

In one estate that ever keepes its station:
Oh happie's he, whose house builded thereon,
Yeelds not in stormes the fall of one poore stone.

Builded have you thereon, which canseth it
Lasting to stand, no part thereof to fleete,
Vertue is the firme Mountaine , honour is,
Newly reard as an house; the end is blisse,
That you who so sure builded shall not misse.