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All the workes of Iohn Taylor the Water-Poet

Being Sixty and three in Number. Collected into one Volume by the Author [i.e. John Taylor]: With sundry new Additions, corrected, reuised, and newly Imprinted

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Sonnet. 12.

[As Solon, to rich haplesse Crœsus said]

As Solon, to rich haplesse Crœsus said,
No man, is happy till his life doth end:
The proofe in thee so plainly is displaid,
As if he thy Natiuity had kend.
What mortall miseries could mischiefe send,
But thou therein hast had a treble share:
As if Calamities their powers should bend,
To make thy Corps a treasure-house of care?
Yet fell Aduersity thou didst out-dare,
And valiantly 'gainst stormes of woe resisted:
Loue of the world thy minde could not insnare,
Thou knewst wherein the best of best consisted.
And as old Solon said, so I agree,
Death makes men happy, as it hath done thee.