The Arbor of Amitie wherin is comprised pleasant Pohems and pretie Poesies, set foorth by Thomas Howell |
He craueth regarde of the cares he taketh.
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The Arbor of Amitie | ||
He craueth regarde of the cares he taketh.
The crooked clowne that drawth the plowewith all his yerely toyle:
Receiues at last rewarde of worke,
bestowed on fertile soyle.
And shall my paines and restlesse woes,
thus vnrewarded bee:
Shall I be prest in simpler sort
and vylder case then hee?
The fethred foule that flees aloft,
obtaines the things he seekes:
And sundrie where his fostring foode,
with chirping bill he peekes.
Esteeme me so.
The Arbor of Amitie | ||