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.
[Expend my words which soule wt hart doth write]
Expend my words which soule wt hart doth writeLet that be loude which loues thee passing well:
In space comes grace, as worthie wits recite,
Soule hart and hand thou hast no more I tell.
Attend on God and waite his will to worke,
Be sober, wise, discreete in time and place:
Esteeme a friend where earnest hart doth lurke,
Trie ere thou trust, and shonne no pooremans case,
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But set my broken barke in calme to starte:
Reiect no right, lose not a heauen for hell.
Applie to purchase praise by due desarte.
Deride no wight, the best good ayde may mend,
Beware betime, be wise, in courtesie:
Use time and place as may to vertue tend,
Right thus thou mayst thy praise amount on hie.
No wight, no welth, no hart (but thou alone)
Enforceth me at times to ioy and mone.
The Arbor of Amitie | ||