The Arbor of Amitie wherin is comprised pleasant Pohems and pretie Poesies, set foorth by Thomas Howell |
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Fewe care for the soule: all for the body.
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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.
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