Du Bartas His Divine Weekes And Workes with A Compleate Collectio[n] of all the other most delight-full Workes: Translated and written by yt famous Philomusus: Iosvah Sylvester |
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From
my sad cradle to my sable chest,
Poor Pilgrim I did finde few months of rest.
In Flanders, Holland, Zeland, England, all,
To parents, troubles; and to mee did fall.
These made mee pious, patient, modest, wise:
And, though well born, to shun the Gallants guise.
Poor Pilgrim I did finde few months of rest.
In Flanders, Holland, Zeland, England, all,
To parents, troubles; and to mee did fall.
These made mee pious, patient, modest, wise:
And, though well born, to shun the Gallants guise.
But now I rest: my soule where rest is found;
My body heer in a small piece of ground.
And from my Hill, that Hill I have ascended,
From whence for mee my Saviour once descended.
Live yee to learn, that dy you must,
And after com to iudgement iust.
My body heer in a small piece of ground.
And from my Hill, that Hill I have ascended,
From whence for mee my Saviour once descended.
Live yee to learn, that dy you must,
And after com to iudgement iust.
| Du Bartas | |