The Arbor of Amitie wherin is comprised pleasant Pohems and pretie Poesies, set foorth by Thomas Howell |
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To his Friend Tho. Howell.
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To his Friend Tho. Howell.
Where oft the flouds doe floe,vpon the beaten banck:
Their sandes debarre the grasse to groe,
to spread his Aprill spranck:
And where the sonne doth march,
vpon the greened grasse:
In time it will the pasture parch,
as though it neuer was.
So where the sonne bright friends,
my Howell hauntes to hit,
There vsed lyfe in present winds,
will keeper cleane forget.
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shall ouerflow thy grasse:
That keeper hath obliuious walkt,
as though he neuer was.
And reason tis I meane,
why shouldst thou keeper keepe:
Since thou mayest lose in keeping him,
that nothing can but sleepe.
For sleepish dumps me shut,
from taste of cunning stile.
Nor can I boult my rudenesse out,
which lies on rustie file.
Yet holde in mindefull moode,
our auncient amitie:
For faithfull friends giue present salue,
for all the cares that be.
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