Newe Sonets and pretie Pamphlets. Written by Thomas Howell. Newly augmented, corrected and amended |
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The life of man likened to a Stage playe, where on wee ought warelie to Walke.
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The life of man likened to a Stage playe, where on wee ought warelie to Walke.
Sith
earth is stage wheron we play our parts,
And deeds are deemd accordyng to desarts,
Be warie how you walke vpon the same,
In playing your parte win prayse and banishe blame,
And deeds are deemd accordyng to desarts,
Be warie how you walke vpon the same,
In playing your parte win prayse and banishe blame,
Remember how your tale once tolde straight way,
An other steps on stage his parte to play:
Lo whom of force you must geue vp your place,
As he that hath all redie runne his race.
An other steps on stage his parte to play:
Lo whom of force you must geue vp your place,
As he that hath all redie runne his race.
Your porte, your powre, your wealth and wearing wede,
You then must yeelde to such as shall succede:
As thinges but lent to play your part withall,
Whose heyre shalbe euen as desarte doth fall.
You then must yeelde to such as shall succede:
As thinges but lent to play your part withall,
Whose heyre shalbe euen as desarte doth fall.
Not he that plaieth the stateliest parte most prayse,
Nor he that weareth ritchest robes alwayes,
But he I say that beares him selfe most best,
Whether his parte be with the great or least.
Nor he that weareth ritchest robes alwayes,
But he I say that beares him selfe most best,
Whether his parte be with the great or least.
Take heede therfore and play your part so well,
That afterwardes you may in saftie dwell:
Grope not to greedely for worldly gayne,
The ende wherof is transitory and vayne.
That afterwardes you may in saftie dwell:
Grope not to greedely for worldly gayne,
The ende wherof is transitory and vayne.
But be suffisde with that sufficient is,
And seeke the thinges that bryng eternall blisse,
So shall you heare not only win great prayse,
But after eke enioy most happie dayes.
And seeke the thinges that bryng eternall blisse,
So shall you heare not only win great prayse,
But after eke enioy most happie dayes.
Finis.
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