The Arbor of Amitie wherin is comprised pleasant Pohems and pretie Poesies, set foorth by Thomas Howell |
A Poesie.
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The Arbor of Amitie | ||
A Poesie.
[Esteeme a friend]
Esteeme a friend,Let vertue crease:
In friendly minde,
Sometime is peace.
As flowers spring,
But sone doe fall:
Euen so eche thing
Terrestriall.
Hope feedeth hart,
Ere loue take place:
Breede not a smart,
Right to disgrace.
As ioyfull lot,
Doth me assigne,
By goodnesse got,
O ioy is mine.
Uaine nay, if mee,
Refuse me heere:
Nay sone shall see,
Eche wounde me teere.
The Arbor of Amitie | ||