The Arbor of Amitie wherin is comprised pleasant Pohems and pretie Poesies, set foorth by Thomas Howell |
Answere.
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The Arbor of Amitie | ||
Answere.
[Why men such strife doe sowe]
Why men such strife doe sowe,To staye in place of paine,
Where you the cause would knowe,
I gesse its worldly gaine.
And since the fleshe is fraile,
Eche weake and feeble wight:
When death doth once assaile,
Resistes with all their might.
Then blame not wealthie wights,
Which knowes of neede no lack:
But lyue in deepe delights,
To die though they drawe back.
When needie soule in deede,
Of death doth stande in dreede.
The Arbor of Amitie | ||