The Arbor of Amitie wherin is comprised pleasant Pohems and pretie Poesies, set foorth by Thomas Howell |
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To his Friende.
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To his Friende.
Beware my friende,Liue warylie
At back behinde
Pale death doth prie
Eche howre and space
Account the last,
Let Lampe of grace
With Oyle be fast.
Then shalt thou stande
In ioyes to raigne,
When Uirgins fonde
Shall knock in vaine.
God graunt vs all
To liue so right
That when he call
Our Lamps giue light.
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