H. His Deuises for his owne exercise, and his Friends pleasure [by Thomas Howell] |
The vanitie of rytches.
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H. His Deuises | ||
The vanitie of rytches.
The stately Pallace Princely plaste,For who hath most of such a store, the more he feares as thrall
the hoorde of glyttering Golde:
The Patrimony large of landes,
cannot from sicknesse holde.
Nor can they cure the crased corps,
or deck the minde at all:
of Flatterers by lotte:
It is the summe of griefe or woe,
who hath, or hath it not.
For who it hath, he quakth in feare,
least Fortune robbe his thrifte:
Who hath it not, laments because,
he knowes not how to shifte.
Wherfore of ritch or poore I iudge,
as wisedome smale I hente:
In best estate is he, with his
that liues with minde contente.
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