Linsi-woolsie Or two centvries of epigrammes. Written by William Gamage |
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Epig. 98. The Traveller.
Costing Catita, t'was my chance to meetAlumnus poore, whome kindly I did greet:
And ask't what newes? who, sighing, did impart,
Which to vnlace, said he, torments my heart.
But hoping, friend thou wilt condole with me:
I will vnfold what I too common see.
The vnderling in Church, and Common-weale,
Must travaile, trudge, of bondage the viue seale;
And when his sorrie Sallarie would gaine,
The poore Pedant, who liues a servile life,
Which ever toiles, turmoiles in endlesse strife;
Must be to all, yea to the Clowne a Salue,
And for his owne, with cap and knee must craue.
The needy student wanting meanes to liue,
Detesting by the former waies to thriue:
The Oc'ean furrowes, being quite out of hope,
And either serues fierce Mavors, or the Pope.
Alas, quoth I, is this the best reward?
That good deserts reapes in this fertile soile?
Yes certs,, said he, but for the soules regard,
T'were better farre at the plow's taile to toile.
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