The works of Sir William Mure of Rowallan Edited with introduction, notes, and glossary by William Tough |
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Hear this, all people, and giue eare,All in the world who duell,
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Both high and low; alike yee poore,And yee whose riches swell.
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My mouth of wisdome shall discourse,My heart of knowledge muse;
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And to apply mine eare vntoA parable I'le choose.
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My doubtfull argument vponThe harp I will unfold.
Why, in the dayes of evill, should
Wpon me feare tak hold,
While I on everie syd besett
Am with iniquitie,
Wch doth me, at my very heels,
Persue wncessantlie?
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Of these that in their wealth do trust,Proud while ther riches ryse,
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Not one a brother can redeeme,God doth such pryce despise;
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For deare ther soul's redemption is,And ceaseth such to be;
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As thus hee should for ever live,And not corruption sie.
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For he beholds the wise to die,The foole and brutish one
To perish; and that others spend
Their goods when they are gone.
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Yet think they that establisht still,Ther houses shall endure;
And, from posteritie, applause
Their buildings shall procuir.
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There lands by ther oune names they call.Man, not the lesse, to day
Advanc'd to honor, like to beasts
That perrish, frosts away.
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This way of theirs their foolishnesMaks more then manifest.
Their sayings yet their seed approve,
And much wpon them rest.
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In grave, like sheep, they shal be lay'd,(A flock for death to feed);
And over them the just, when as
The morning beams shall spread,
Shall haue dominion. Then their strenth
In grave shal waist away;
Their duelling places of delight
Constrain'd to chainge for clay.
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But, from dominion of the grave,God shal my soule sett frie;
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For me receaue hee shall. O fearNot, one made rich to sie,
The glory of his hous encreast;
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For nothing at his endShall hee tak hence, nor after him
His honor shal discend.
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Though, (whiles alive) his soule hee blest;Thogh, thyself cherishing,
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Men prayse; with fathers yett to lodge,Wher nevir light shall spring,
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Remove hee must. Who prudent areNot, and in honour bee,
Ar like to beasts, of reasoun voyd,
Which perrisch vtterlie.
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