The Arbor of Amitie wherin is comprised pleasant Pohems and pretie Poesies, set foorth by Thomas Howell |
The Arbor of Amitie | ||
Fewe care for the soule: all for the body.
When as the crased corps,in groning bed doth lie:
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is sought for by and bie.
Which right prescribeth rules,
that thou must needes obserue:
By passing paines which thou doest keepe,
though thou therefore shouldst sterue.
Such bitter brunts thou bearst,
thy bodies health to haue:
But who will take a little toyle,
his sicklie soule to saue?
No, carnall men in cares,
are carnally ybent,
All gape for gaine, there is no God,
but God make vs repent.
The Arbor of Amitie | ||