Newe Sonets and pretie Pamphlets. Written by Thomas Howell. Newly augmented, corrected and amended |
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Good aduise, to his faithfull friende.
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Good aduise, to his faithfull friende.
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Louers restles liues, I list not wright,
Let learned heads describe their playnfull plight:
But plaine in tearmes I wishe thee euen as well,
As those that can their tales more trimly tell.
Let learned heads describe their playnfull plight:
But plaine in tearmes I wishe thee euen as well,
As those that can their tales more trimly tell.
Whose friendly meaning if thou wilt receaue,
Fyrst flie from Uice and vnto Uertue cleaue:
Nexte seeke by honest meanes, such wealth to winne,
As may thee helpe what neede thou shalt be in.
Fyrst flie from Uice and vnto Uertue cleaue:
Nexte seeke by honest meanes, such wealth to winne,
As may thee helpe what neede thou shalt be in.
Counte not thy Chickens that vnhatched be,
Waye wordes as winde, till thou finde certaintee:
For filid wordes that deeds do neuer yeelde,
May well be likened to the baren fielde.
Waye wordes as winde, till thou finde certaintee:
For filid wordes that deeds do neuer yeelde,
May well be likened to the baren fielde.
Be ware of had I wiste whilst youth doth last,
Whose stealinge steps do passe away in hast:
Prouide in time, thine aged yeres to chearishe,
And let fayre wordes go feede, the fonde and foolishe.
Whose stealinge steps do passe away in hast:
Prouide in time, thine aged yeres to chearishe,
And let fayre wordes go feede, the fonde and foolishe.
Acompte eache thinge, as proofe the same shall trie,
Trust not to farre before thou finde cause why:
For vnder Flowers so fayre: oft poyson lurkes,
Whose showe of flagrant smell much mischeefes workes.
Trust not to farre before thou finde cause why:
For vnder Flowers so fayre: oft poyson lurkes,
Whose showe of flagrant smell much mischeefes workes.
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Take heede least Argus with his craftie Net,
And wily subtle sleights do thee be set:
Thus wishinge aye thy wealth, I make an ende,
Least tedious talke should nought but thee offende.
And wily subtle sleights do thee be set:
Thus wishinge aye thy wealth, I make an ende,
Least tedious talke should nought but thee offende.
Finis.
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