The Arbor of Amitie wherin is comprised pleasant Pohems and pretie Poesies, set foorth by Thomas Howell |
H. his aunswere to his Friend K.
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The Arbor of Amitie | ||
H. his aunswere to his Friend K.
Perforce though Pilate beewhich hastes thy Ho. away
From pleasant porte, where still behinde,
his Iem of ioy doth stay:
Yea though the furious floodes,
his beaten barke doe waste,
Which gaping gulfes oft threatneth sore
to swallow vp in haste:
Yet distance none so great,
nor plundge of present paine
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whilst lyfe in lim shall raigne,
Whose stedfast truth well tryed,
whose golden giftes of grace:
Whose manlie minde, whose friendship firme,
who liues and will not brace?
Let fortune worke hir worst,
and spoute hir spightfull spight:
In welth in wo in ioy in care,
yet I in thee delight.
To whome ten thousande thankes
I yeelde for thy good will:
And where thou woulst me one good hap,
I wishe thee twentie still.
Farewell O Titus true,
whose lyke were harde to finde:
Farewell for faith a Phœnix firme,
O curteous Keeper kinde.
The Arbor of Amitie | ||