The Arbor of Amitie wherin is comprised pleasant Pohems and pretie Poesies, set foorth by Thomas Howell |
 |
|
Of Knowledge.
|
 | The Arbor of Amitie |  |
Of Knowledge.
When death is bent,Yet stands thy praise
For life once spent,
Wit, fame doth raise.
5
Is learning tride:
When riches quaile,
Good letters bide.
The more tis prest,
The more it springs:
It is the best,
Of mundane things.
It bydth with thee,
Doe what thou wilt:
Till dead thou be,
And breath be spilt.
No burthen tis,
To charge thy back:
Most wretch he is,
That this doth lack.
Eche thing that groes,
Doth likewise die:
Still learning floes,
Aboue the skie.
Than knowlege craue
Let riches go:
If this thou haue,
welth needes must gro.
| The Arbor of Amitie | |