The Covntrie Man's Comfort Or Religious Recreations, fitte for all well disposed persons. Which was Printed in the yeere of our Lord 1588. And since corrected, amended, and enlarged by the same Author. I. R. [i.e. John Rhodes] |
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A song or ditty, shewing the nature of the
ambitious, and what is true happinesse,
namely to live as that we may make a good
end before death.
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A song or ditty, shewing the nature of the ambitious, and what is true happinesse, namely to live as that we may make a good end before death.
The happy life in these our dayes,
That all doth seek both small and great:
Is who may gaine, or win the prayse,
or who may sit in highest seat:
But in this life happ what happ shall,
the happy end exceedeth all.
That all doth seek both small and great:
Is who may gaine, or win the prayse,
or who may sit in highest seat:
But in this life happ what happ shall,
the happy end exceedeth all.
A good beginning oft we see,
but seldome standeth at one stay:
For few doe like the meane degree,
then prayse at parting some men say,
To death seeth euery one is thrall:
the happy end exceedeth all.
but seldome standeth at one stay:
For few doe like the meane degree,
To death seeth euery one is thrall:
the happy end exceedeth all.
To be as wise as Cato was,
or rich as Cressus in his life:
To haue the strength of Hercules,
which did subdue by force and strife,
What helpeth it when Death doth call:
the happy end exceedeth all.
or rich as Cressus in his life:
To haue the strength of Hercules,
which did subdue by force and strife,
What helpeth it when Death doth call:
the happy end exceedeth all.
The longer life that we desire,
the more offence doth daily grow:
The greater paine it doth require,
except the Lord some pitty shew.
Wherefore I thinke and euer shall:
the happy end exceedeth all.
the more offence doth daily grow:
The greater paine it doth require,
except the Lord some pitty shew.
Wherefore I thinke and euer shall:
the happy end exceedeth all.
The rich my well the poore releeue,
the rulers may redresse much wrong:
The learned can good counsell giue,
but marke the end of this my song.
Who shewes good fruites happy I call,
his happy end exceedeth all.
the rulers may redresse much wrong:
The learned can good counsell giue,
but marke the end of this my song.
Who shewes good fruites happy I call,
his happy end exceedeth all.
FINIS.
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