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Willobie His Avisa

Or The true Picture of a modest Maid, and of a chast and constant wife. In Hexamiter verse. The like argument wherof, was neuer heretofore published [by Henry Willoby]
  

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CANT. V.

AVISA
Needs must the sheepe strake all awrie,
Whose sheepheards wander from their way:
Needes must the sickly patient die,
Whose Doctor seekes his liues decay:
Needs must the people well be taught,
Whose chiefest leaders all are naught.
Such lawlesse guides Gods people found,
When Moab maides allur'd their fall;
They sought no salue to cure this wound,
Till God commaunds, to hange them all;
For wicked life, a shamefull end
To wretched men, the Lord doth send.
Was earth consumde with wreakfull waues?
Did Sodom burne and after sinke?
What sinne is that, which vengaunce craues,
If wicked lust no sinne we thinke?
O blind conceites! O filthy breath!
That drawes vs headlong to our death.
If death be due to euery sinne,
How can I then be too precise?
Where pleasures end, if paine beginne,
What neede haue we, then to be wise?
They weaue indeed the web of woe,
That from the Lord doe yeeld to goe.
I will remember whence I came,
I hunt not for this worldly praise,
I long to keepe a blamelesse fame,
And constant hart gainst hard assaies:
If this be folly, want of skill,
I will remaine thus foolish still.

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The blindfold rage of Heathen Queenes,
Or rather queanes that know not God,
Gods heauie iudgements tried since,
And felt the waight of angry rod;
God saue me from that Sodomes crie,
Whose deadly sting shall neuer die.