"Songes and Sonettes written by the ryght honorable
Lorde Henry Haward late Earle of Surrey, and other" | ||
Flee fro[m] the prese
To leade a vertuous and honest life,
Flee fro[m] the prese & dwell with sothfastnesSuffise to thee thy good though it be small,
For horde hath hate and climyng ticklenesse
Praise hath enuy, and weall is blinde in all
Fauour no more, then thee behoue shall.
Rede well thy self that others well canst rede,
And trouth shall the deliuer it is no drede.
Paine thee not eche croked to redresse
In hope of her that turneth as a ball,
Great rest standeth in litle busynesse,
Beware also to spurne against a nall,
Striue not as doth a crcoke against a wall,
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Deme first thy selfe, that demest others dede
And trouth shall the deliuer, it is no drede.
That the is sent, receiue in boxomnesse,
The wrestling of this world axith a fall:
Here is no home, here is but wildernesse.
Forth pilgrame forth beast out of thy stall,
Looke vp on high, giue thankes to god of all:
Weane well thy lust, and honest life ay leade,
So trouth shall the deliuer, it is no dreade.
"Songes and Sonettes written by the ryght honorable
Lorde Henry Haward late Earle of Surrey, and other" | ||