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A farevvell to his vvorshipfull friende. T. D.
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A farevvell to his vvorshipfull friende. T. D.
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bloysterous blastes that blow, compell to hoyse thy sayle,
To driue the ship to calmer Port, vnto thy more aduaile.
O cease ye froward fluds, returne O ship to stay,
For thou in Barke so well befraught, hast al our ioyes away,
But since the witlesse windes, haue causde good ship to flee,
The selfe same blast shall shortly force, a sorte to sayle with thee,
And since thou wilt away, what haplesse hap befell,
That doth proceede of inwarde woe, I can but say farewell,
Farewell O Iustice iust, that didst vprightly stande
And eke to rayse the fallinge poore, that hadst prepared hande,
Farewel thou friendly hart, that wouldst do dwell alwayes,
With towarde minde & plighted paines, that sought thy founders praise
Farewell of minde so milde, vpspronge of right degree,
Soms inwarde thoughts vrge outward woes, that finde ye want of thee,
Farewell thou worthy wight, in guile that canst not faine,
That will do well as thou hast don, not one there coms againe,
Farewell if needes it must, so doth our losse befall,
Of honest wights though hence ye go, yet haue the hartes of all,
Farewell a friend to eche, farewell a foe to none,
Lo here in griefe my last farewell, farewell O friende alone.
To driue the ship to calmer Port, vnto thy more aduaile.
O cease ye froward fluds, returne O ship to stay,
For thou in Barke so well befraught, hast al our ioyes away,
But since the witlesse windes, haue causde good ship to flee,
The selfe same blast shall shortly force, a sorte to sayle with thee,
And since thou wilt away, what haplesse hap befell,
That doth proceede of inwarde woe, I can but say farewell,
Farewell O Iustice iust, that didst vprightly stande
And eke to rayse the fallinge poore, that hadst prepared hande,
Farewel thou friendly hart, that wouldst do dwell alwayes,
With towarde minde & plighted paines, that sought thy founders praise
Farewell of minde so milde, vpspronge of right degree,
Soms inwarde thoughts vrge outward woes, that finde ye want of thee,
Farewell thou worthy wight, in guile that canst not faine,
That will do well as thou hast don, not one there coms againe,
Farewell if needes it must, so doth our losse befall,
Of honest wights though hence ye go, yet haue the hartes of all,
Farewell a friend to eche, farewell a foe to none,
Lo here in griefe my last farewell, farewell O friende alone.
Et puis, & clemens, & carus es omnibus vnus?
Nature prudens, conditione probus:
Viue Diu, venerande faue, reuerende valeto,
Hei mihi quod possum dicere, triste vale.
Nature prudens, conditione probus:
Viue Diu, venerande faue, reuerende valeto,
Hei mihi quod possum dicere, triste vale.
Finis.
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