The Life and Poems of Richard Edwards By Leicester Bradner: A Dissertation Presented to the Faculty of the Graduate School of Yale University in Candidacy for the Degree of Doctor of Philosophy |
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Though Triumph after bloudy warres, the greatest brags do beare:
Yet Triumph of a conquered minde, the crowne of Fame shall weare.
Yet Triumph of a conquered minde, the crowne of Fame shall weare.
Who so doth marke the careless life, of these unhappie dayes,
And sees what small and slender hold, the state of vertue stayes:
He findes that this accursed trade, proceedeth of this ill,
That men be giuen, too much to yeelde to their untamed will.
And sees what small and slender hold, the state of vertue stayes:
He findes that this accursed trade, proceedeth of this ill,
That men be giuen, too much to yeelde to their untamed will.
In lacke of taming witlesse wil, the poore we often see
Enuies the ritch, because that he, his equall cannot be:
The rich aduauncd to might by wealth, from wrong doth not refraine,
But will oppresseth weaker sort, to heape excessiue gaine.
Enuies the ritch, because that he, his equall cannot be:
The rich aduauncd to might by wealth, from wrong doth not refraine,
But will oppresseth weaker sort, to heape excessiue gaine.
If Fortune were so blinde, to geue to one man what he will,
A world would not suffise the same, if he might haue his fill:
We wish, we searche, we striue for all, and haue no more therin
Then hath ye slaue, when death doth come, though Cresus welth we win.
A world would not suffise the same, if he might haue his fill:
We wish, we searche, we striue for all, and haue no more therin
Then hath ye slaue, when death doth come, though Cresus welth we win.
In getting much, we get but care, such brittle wealth to keepe,
The rich within his walles of stone doth neuer soundly sleepe:
When poore in weake and slender house, doe feare no losse of wealth,
And haue no further care but this to keepe them selues in health.
The rich within his walles of stone doth neuer soundly sleepe:
When poore in weake and slender house, doe feare no losse of wealth,
And haue no further care but this to keepe them selues in health.
Affection may not hide the sword of sway, in iudgement seat,
Least partiall law doe execute the lawe in causes great:
But if the minde in constant state, affection quite doe leaue.
The higher state shall haue their rights, the poore no wrong receaue.
Least partiall law doe execute the lawe in causes great:
But if the minde in constant state, affection quite doe leaue.
The higher state shall haue their rights, the poore no wrong receaue.
It is accompted greater praise to Ceasars loftie state,
Against his vanquist foes, in warres to bridle wrekefull hate:
Then when to Rome he had subdued, the people long unknowne,
Whereby as farre as land was found, the same abrode was blowne.
Against his vanquist foes, in warres to bridle wrekefull hate:
Then when to Rome he had subdued, the people long unknowne,
Whereby as farre as land was found, the same abrode was blowne.
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If honour can selfe will refuse, and iustice be vpright,
And private state desires but that which good appeares in sight:
Then vertue shall with soueraigne show, to euery eye reueale
A heauenly life, a wealefull state, a happie common weale.
And private state desires but that which good appeares in sight:
Then vertue shall with soueraigne show, to euery eye reueale
A heauenly life, a wealefull state, a happie common weale.
Let vertue then the Triumph win, and gouerne all your deedes,
Your yeelding to her sober heastes immortal glory breedes:
Shee shall upreare your worthy name, shew then unto the skies,
Her beames shall shine in graue obscure where shrined carkesse lies.
Your yeelding to her sober heastes immortal glory breedes:
Shee shall upreare your worthy name, shew then unto the skies,
Her beames shall shine in graue obscure where shrined carkesse lies.
Finis.
M. Edwardes.
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