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[The Merchaunt Man, whome gayne dothe teache ye Sea] |
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[The Merchaunt Man, whome gayne dothe teache ye Sea]
The Merchaunt Man, whome gayne dothe teache ye Sea,
Where Rockes do weyte for them, the wyndes do chase,
Beaten wth waves, no sooner kenns the Bay,
Where hee was bounde to make his Martyng place,
But (feare forgott and paynes all overpast)
Make present ease receyve the better Taste.
Where Rockes do weyte for them, the wyndes do chase,
Beaten wth waves, no sooner kenns the Bay,
Where hee was bounde to make his Martyng place,
But (feare forgott and paynes all overpast)
Make present ease receyve the better Taste.
The Labourer wch cursed earthe up teares,
With sweaty Browes, some tymes wth watery eyes,
Ofte scorching Sunne ofte cloudy darcknes feares,
While uppon Chaunge his fruite of Labor lyes.
But, Harvest come, and Corne in fertile store.
More in his owne hee toylde hee gladdes the more.
With sweaty Browes, some tymes wth watery eyes,
Ofte scorching Sunne ofte cloudy darcknes feares,
While uppon Chaunge his fruite of Labor lyes.
But, Harvest come, and Corne in fertile store.
More in his owne hee toylde hee gladdes the more.
Thus in my Pilgrimage of mated mynde,
Seeking the Sainte, in whome all graces dwell,
What stormes founde mee, what Tormentes I doo fynde,
Who seekes to knowe acquayntes hym self wth Hell,
But, now, Success hathe gott above anoyes,
That, Sorowes weighte, dothe ballance up these Joyes.
Seeking the Sainte, in whome all graces dwell,
What stormes founde mee, what Tormentes I doo fynde,
Who seekes to knowe acquayntes hym self wth Hell,
But, now, Success hathe gott above anoyes,
That, Sorowes weighte, dothe ballance up these Joyes.
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