H. His Deuises for his owne exercise, and his Friends pleasure [by Thomas Howell] |
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In aduersitie, is best seene Vertues excellency.
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In aduersitie, is best seene Vertues excellency.
When
Boreas rough, had leauelesse left eche tree,
And horie Hiems gan his raigne to holde:
In walking forth, I might discerne and see,
A stately Palme, her branches greene vnfolde.
At sight whereof, when I a tyme had mused,
By malice meanes, I sawe the tree abused.
And horie Hiems gan his raigne to holde:
In walking forth, I might discerne and see,
A stately Palme, her branches greene vnfolde.
At sight whereof, when I a tyme had mused,
By malice meanes, I sawe the tree abused.
I sawe howe swelling Enuye in the top,
Sat shrowded close, embrasing slaunders cup:
By whome stoode Hate, aye ready prest to crop,
Ech springing spray, so soone as they shot vp.
And Flattery eke, did fiske from place to place,
By Synons arte, to seeke the Palmes disgrace.
Sat shrowded close, embrasing slaunders cup:
By whome stoode Hate, aye ready prest to crop,
Ech springing spray, so soone as they shot vp.
And Flattery eke, did fiske from place to place,
By Synons arte, to seeke the Palmes disgrace.
As Tennys Ball, yet make the highest bownde,
When greatest powre is plaste to presse the same:
Or as a Bell sends forth the brimmest sownde,
When deepest downe the Ringer plucks the frame.
Euen so in sort, this Tree did rise and spring,
That Enuye sought by burden low to bring.
When greatest powre is plaste to presse the same:
Or as a Bell sends forth the brimmest sownde,
When deepest downe the Ringer plucks the frame.
Euen so in sort, this Tree did rise and spring,
That Enuye sought by burden low to bring.
Which to your vertues may alude right well,
Though Malice fainte, to matche you with her might:
Yet fewe so sure in these our dayes doe dwell,
That Enuye neuer spurnes with deepe dispight.
If such then be, or if hereafter shall,
The Gods graunt you, as to the Palme doth fall.
Though Malice fainte, to matche you with her might:
Yet fewe so sure in these our dayes doe dwell,
That Enuye neuer spurnes with deepe dispight.
If such then be, or if hereafter shall,
The Gods graunt you, as to the Palme doth fall.
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