The Times' Whistle Or A Newe Daunce of Seuen Satires, and other Poems: Compiled by R. C., Gent. [i.e. Richard Corbett]. Now First Edited from Ms. Y. 8. 3. in the Library of Canterbury Cathedral: With introduction, notes, and glossary, By J. M. Cowper |
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De Fortuna. |
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De Fortuna.
Well have the poetes fainde the queen of chance,
Dame Fortune, blinde, & fixd vpon a wheele,
The swiftnesse of whose motion may entrance
A dull spectatours eye; at whose feet kneele
Great potentates, & kinges that sue for grace,
Whom as she list she spurns or doth embrace.
Dame Fortune, blinde, & fixd vpon a wheele,
The swiftnesse of whose motion may entrance
A dull spectatours eye; at whose feet kneele
Great potentates, & kinges that sue for grace,
Whom as she list she spurns or doth embrace.
Sometimes she rayseth to emperiall throne
An abject peasant & base cuntry swaine,
Who from the ycie to the torrid zone
Boundeth the frontiers of monarchall raigne:
Then downe she thrustes from their supernall seat
Princes & kings, & makes them begg their meat.
An abject peasant & base cuntry swaine,
Who from the ycie to the torrid zone
Boundeth the frontiers of monarchall raigne:
Then downe she thrustes from their supernall seat
Princes & kings, & makes them begg their meat.
O could she see, she would not be soe mad
(As now she is) in honour to advaunce
(Vertue despisde, & art but meanlie clad)
Vnmatchèd vice, & worthlesse ignoraunce:
But blinde she is, & seeth no mans fall;
Deafe, & can harken vnto no mans call.
(As now she is) in honour to advaunce
(Vertue despisde, & art but meanlie clad)
Vnmatchèd vice, & worthlesse ignoraunce:
But blinde she is, & seeth no mans fall;
Deafe, & can harken vnto no mans call.
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