The Arbor of Amitie wherin is comprised pleasant Pohems and pretie Poesies, set foorth by Thomas Howell |
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The vanitie of riches.
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The vanitie of riches.
The stately Pallace princely pight,the hoord of glistering Golde:
The patrimonie largde of landes,
cannot from sicknesse holde.
Nor can they cure the crased corps,
or glad the minde at all:
For who hath most of such a store,
the more he feares as thrall.
Gold is the father to the flock,
of flatterers by lot:
It is the summe of griefe or woe,
who hath, or hath it not.
For who it hath, he quakth in feare,
lest fortune rob his thrift:
Who hath it not, laments bicause
he knowes not how to shift.
Wherefore of riche or poore I iudge,
as wisedome small I hent:
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that liues alwayes content.
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