H. His Deuises for his owne exercise, and his Friends pleasure [by Thomas Howell] |
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Helpe best welcome, when most needefull.
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Helpe best welcome, when most needefull.
The
bitter smarte that straines my mated minde,
Through quelling cares that threate my woful wrack:
Doth prick me on against my wyll I finde,
To pleade for grace, or else to pine in lack.
As fainting soule sokt vp with sickly paine,
Prayeth Phisicks aide in hope of helth againe.
Through quelling cares that threate my woful wrack:
Doth prick me on against my wyll I finde,
To pleade for grace, or else to pine in lack.
As fainting soule sokt vp with sickly paine,
Prayeth Phisicks aide in hope of helth againe.
Whilste Sea roomes serues, the shipman feares no foyle,
In quiet Porte there needes no Pilotes Arte:
But when through wearie winters tyring toyle,
Cleere Sommers calmes to carefull clowds conuarte.
And streaming stormes at hand do danger threate,
Then Masters ayde is sought in perrill great.
In quiet Porte there needes no Pilotes Arte:
But when through wearie winters tyring toyle,
Cleere Sommers calmes to carefull clowds conuarte.
And streaming stormes at hand do danger threate,
Then Masters ayde is sought in perrill great.
So I right Noble Peere and Lodestarre mine,
Whose Pynnis smale an vpright course hath ronne:
In seruice yours, am forced nowe in fine,
Mine ancors worne, my sayles and tackling donne,
In humblest wise your honors help to craue,
My foredriuen ship from swallowing vp to saue.
Whose Pynnis smale an vpright course hath ronne:
In seruice yours, am forced nowe in fine,
Mine ancors worne, my sayles and tackling donne,
In humblest wise your honors help to craue,
My foredriuen ship from swallowing vp to saue.
You are the Hauen whereon my hope depends,
And I the Barck vpon the drie shore dryuen:
You eke the lan̄de that cheerefull Pilotte lends,
And I the wight, whom Seas to wrack hath giuen.
What resteth then, if Harbour you denye,
But that my shyp must perishe, sinck and dye?
And I the Barck vpon the drie shore dryuen:
You eke the lan̄de that cheerefull Pilotte lends,
And I the wight, whom Seas to wrack hath giuen.
What resteth then, if Harbour you denye,
But that my shyp must perishe, sinck and dye?
For now to late to sownde some other shore,
And he that hath and should by nature ayde:
Withdrawes his hande, and sayth he may no more,
Loe thus alas, I liue lyke one dismayde.
Twixte death and doubt, still surgde vpon the sande,
Stayde vp by hope to light on fyrmer lande.
And he that hath and should by nature ayde:
Withdrawes his hande, and sayth he may no more,
Loe thus alas, I liue lyke one dismayde.
Twixte death and doubt, still surgde vpon the sande,
Stayde vp by hope to light on fyrmer lande.
But oh, O me, where Autumne fruitelesse slydes,
A barren hope to Hiems falles by kinde:
In Haruest tyme, whose trauaile nought prouydes,
A nypping Winter shall be sure to finde.
So carelesse youth that wastes his yeares in vaine,
In age repents bereft of hope or gaine.
A barren hope to Hiems falles by kinde:
In Haruest tyme, whose trauaile nought prouydes,
A nypping Winter shall be sure to finde.
So carelesse youth that wastes his yeares in vaine,
In age repents bereft of hope or gaine.
As yeares increase, vncertaine hope seemes harde,
When sicknesse sharpe hath gathered greatest force:
Then Phisicks cure doth seeme a sweete rewarde,
Which you may yeelde, if please you take remorse.
My stepdame strange, I Fortune yet doe finde,
Which makes me more to dread some wrack behind.
When sicknesse sharpe hath gathered greatest force:
Then Phisicks cure doth seeme a sweete rewarde,
Which you may yeelde, if please you take remorse.
My stepdame strange, I Fortune yet doe finde,
Which makes me more to dread some wrack behind.
For where I seeke the depth of hope to sounde,
To helpe my selfe, and stay my credite still:
To fronte my course, doth crooked hap rebounde.
Through such I feare, as euer mente me ill.
Or else in state I stande the most accurst,
(If seruice long me shrowde not from the wurst.)
To helpe my selfe, and stay my credite still:
To fronte my course, doth crooked hap rebounde.
Through such I feare, as euer mente me ill.
Or else in state I stande the most accurst,
(If seruice long me shrowde not from the wurst.)
Though some be slowe to reache reliefe at neede,
And with delayes the matter will delate:
Yet Noble minde then sheweth it selfe in deede,
By gyuing strength vnto the weakned state,
I seeke no store to lyue and lye at rest,
I wishe but ayde in that I am opprest.
And with delayes the matter will delate:
Yet Noble minde then sheweth it selfe in deede,
By gyuing strength vnto the weakned state,
I seeke no store to lyue and lye at rest,
I wishe but ayde in that I am opprest.
Which if you graunt, you shall great honor gayne,
And eke encourage those of yonger dayes:
With cheerefull hope themselues & friends to strayne,
To serue a wyght that so his seruaunt stayes.
And I releast from wrackfull woes vnrest,
Will blase your praise tyll lyfe shall faile my brest.
And eke encourage those of yonger dayes:
With cheerefull hope themselues & friends to strayne,
To serue a wyght that so his seruaunt stayes.
And I releast from wrackfull woes vnrest,
Will blase your praise tyll lyfe shall faile my brest.
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