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The winter with his griesly

All worldly pleasures fade.

The winter with his griesly stormes no lenger dare abyde,
The plesant grasse, with lusty grene, the earth hath newly dyde.
The trees haue leues, [the] bowes don spred, new cha[n]ged is [the] yere.
The water brokes are cleane sonke down, the plesa[n]t ba[n]kes apere.
The spring is come, the goodly nimphes now dau[n]ce in euery place
Thus hath the yere most plesantly of late ychangde his face.
Hope for no immortalitie, for welth will weare away,
As we may learne by euery yere, yea howres of euery day.
For Zepharus doth mollifye the colde and blustering windes:
The somers drought doth take away [the] spryng out of our minds.
And yet the somer cannot last, but once must step asyde,
The[n] Autumn thinkes to kepe hys place, but Autumn ca[n]not bide.
For when he hath brought furth his fruits & stuft [the] barns w[ith] corn,
The winter eates & empties all, and thus is Autumn worne.
Then hory frostes possesse the place, the[n] te[m]pestes work much harm,
The[n] rage of stormes done make al colde whiche somer had made so warm

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Wherfore let no man put his trust in that, that will decay,
For slipper welth will not cu[n]tinue, plesure will weare away.
For when that we haue lost our lyfe, & lye vnder a stone,
What are we then, we are but earth, then is our pleasure gon.
No man can tell what god almight of euery wight doth cast,
No man can say to day I liue, till morne my lyfe shall last.
For when thou shalt before thy iudge stand to receiue thy dome,
What sentence Minos dothe pronounce that must of thee become.
Then shall not noble stock and blud redeme the fro[m] his handes,
Nor surged talke with eloquence shal lowse thee fro[m] his bandes.
Nor yet thy lyfe vprightly lead, can help thee out of hell,
For who descendeth downe so depe, must there abyde & dwell.

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Diana could not thence deliuer chaste Hypolitus,
Nor Thes eus

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Theseus

could not call to life his frende Periothous.