H. His Deuises for his owne exercise, and his Friends pleasure [by Thomas Howell] |
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Of the Golden worlde.
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Of the Golden worlde.
The golden worlde is past sayth some,But nowe say I that worlde is come:
Now all things may for Golde be had,
For gayne of Golde, both good and bad.
Now honour hie for Golde is bought,
That earst of greater price was thought.
For Golde the Foole alofte doth rise,
And ofte is plaste aboue the wise.
For Golde the subtile shewe their skill,
For Golde the wicked winne their will.
For Golde who shunnes to wrest a wrong,
And make it seeme as right and strong?
Who spares to pleade as pleaseth thee,
If bring thou doe a golden fee?
The Fatherlesse is quyte forgot,
Where golden giftes doe fall to lot.
For Golde the Wyddow is opprest,
And rightfull heyres are dispossest.
Poore Irus cause at dore doth stande,
If Crœsus come with Golde in hande.
That now for Golde not daylie wrought?
A heape of ylles for Golde are clokte,
Yea vice for Golde hath vertue chokte.
For gayne of Golde the Flatterer smyles,
And on thee fawnes with sundry wyles.
I will not here through golden traps,
Say Louers light in Ladies laps.
But briefe to bee, what can you craue,
That now for Golde you may not haue?
Then truth to tell, and not to fayne,
Right now the golden worlde doth raygne.
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