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ERASMVS IN HIS Chiliades.
Of a sheepe that fostered a woolfe.
With milke of myne I fed a woolfe,not of mine owne accorde,
(But therto forst:) for woolues you knowe,
of sheep are still abhord.
When I had brought hym life, at last
my life he reft from mee:
Lo, for no guifts nor benifites,
may nature chaunged be.
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Againe of the same.
With milke of mine owne, a woolfe I did feed,compelled thereto of my sheppard indeed:
Whē lōg I had fed hym, by hym I was spilt,
lo naught wilbe naught, say & do what yu wilt.
Best neuer to be borne.
What path list you to treade?what trade will you assay?
The courts of plea by braull and bate,
driue gentle peace away.
In house for wife and child,
there is but carke and care:
With toile and trauell enough,
in feeldes we vse to fare.
Uppon the Seas lyes dread:
the riche in forren land
Doe feare the losse, and there the poore
like misers poorely stand.
Strife with a wife, without
your thrift full hard to see:
Yong brats a trouble, none at all
a mayme it seemes to be.
Youth fond, age hath no hart,
and pincheth all to nye:
Choose then the leifer of these two
no life, or sone to dye.
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Metrodorus minde to the contrary.
What race of life run you?what trade will you assay?
In Court is glory got, and wit
encreaseth daie by daie.
At home we take our ease,
and beake our selues in rest:
The feilds our nature doth refresh
with pleasures of the best.
On seas great gaine is got:
the straunger, he shalbe
Esteemed hauyng much, if not
none knowes his lack but he.
A wife will trim thy house,
no wife then art thou free:
Brood is a louely thyng, without
thy life is loose to thee.
Yong blods be strong, old syres
in double honour dwell:
Do way the choyse, no life, or soone
to die, for all is well.
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