Davy Dycars' Dream,  
WHen faith in friends bear fruit, and foolish fancies fade,  
& crafty catchers come to nought, & hate great love hath made  
When fraud flieth far from town, & lewterers leave the field,  
And rude shall run a rightful race, and all men be well wild:  
When gropers after gain, shall carp for comen wealth,  
And wily workers shall disdain, to fig and live by stealth:  
When wisdom walks a fit, and folly sits full low,  
And virtue vanquish pampered vice, and grace gins to grow.  
When justice joins to truth, and law looks not to meed,  
& bribes help not to build fair bowers, nor gifts great glotons feed  
When hunger hides his head, and plenty please the poor,  
And niggerdes to the needy men, shall never shut their door:  
When double dark deceit, is out of credit worn,  
And fawning speech is falsehood found, & craft is laughed to scorn  
When pride which picks the purse, gapes not for garments gay  
No iavels wear no velvet weeds, nor wandering wits bear sway  
When riches wrongs no right, nor power poor put back,  
Nor covetous creeps not into Court, nor learned, livings lack  
When slipper sleights are seen, and far fatchers be found,  
And private profit & self love, shall both be put in pound:  
When debt no sergeant dreeds, and cowriters credit keep,  
& might melts not with merchandise, nor lords shall sell no sheep:  
When lucre lasts not long, and hurd great heaps doth hate,  
And every wight is well content, to walk in his estate,  
When truth doth tread the streets, and liars lurk in den,  
And Rex doth reign & rule the roast, & weeds out wicked men:  
Then baelfull barns be blithe▪ that here in England won,  
Your strife shall stint I undertake, your dreadful days are done:  
Finis.  Quod. T. churchyard.  

Imprinted at London in Aldersgate street by richard Lant.