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Another waye.
[Let none mislike a man for his mishap]
Let none mislike a man for his mishap,But thinke how chance doth check the greatest might:
Aeneas he, Vlisses worthy wight,
By lande and seas, did danger great entrap,
None for deserts are lulde in Fortunes lap.
Chaunce roules vs rounde, and reaks ne wrong nor right,
Ne lewde is he on whom lewde luck doth light.
They erre that deeme all goes as men deserue,
At length Aeneas ranne his weary race:
Vlisses eke and Iobe, God did preserue,
So I poore wretch whom Fortune doth disgrace,
Do hope thylke God will guyde my crased barge,
Which beates the seas, whilst none of her takes charge.
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