A garden of graue and godlie flowers Sonets, elegies, and epitaphs. Planted, polished, and perfected: By Mr. Alexander Gardyne |
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Vpon his deare friend Mr A. M.
Giflosse of friends, if damnage great, or skaith,May moue to mourne, to waill, or to lament:
The first I think the greatest of them baith,
Yneugh for me, and a fit argument,
Too much for those not toucht with such intent,
For friendes or Fortune, once to mone or moue,
To all I say, this is sufficient,
Agreing to all harmed Mens behoue,
Prick with the spur, and force of onfold loue,
To such a one as by a just desert,
Sould longer liu'd, bot (weerds) I you reproue,
And curst be thou death with thy dreadfull dart:
That in the spring and prime time of his yeere,
Hath from his being broght him to his Beere.
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