Democritus, or Doctor Merry-man his Medicines against Melancholy humors. Written by S. R. [i.e. by Samuel Rowlands] |
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[A shepheard that a carefull eye did keepe] |
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[A shepheard that a carefull eye did keepe]
A shepheard that a carefull eye did keepe,Vnto the safety of his grazing sheepe:
Perceiu'd a Wolfe through the hedge to pry:
Sirrah (quoth he) pray, what make you so nye?
Why (sayde the Wolfe) thou see'st I do no ill,
Thy flockes are far enough vpon the hill.
What Iustice now adayes these people lackes?
The Crowes ride boldly on thy cattels backs:
And not a word thou sayst to them at all,
Yet but for looking on, with me do'st braule.
The Prouerb's true, for now I find it well,
Which once I heard an ancient old Wolfe tell:
He that vpon a bad ill name doth light,
Is euen halfe hang'd, as good be hang'd out-right:
And I my selfe by proofe can now alledge,
Some better steale, then some looke ore the hedge.
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