H. His Deuises for his owne exercise, and his Friends pleasure [by Thomas Howell] |
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No assurance but in Vertue.
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No assurance but in Vertue.
Who
wisely skans, the weake and brittle stayes,
That Natures Imps, within thys vale possesse,
The dyuers haps, the straunge vncertayne wayes,
That headlong forth we runne beyonde all gesse,
Shall soone perceyue, that euery worldly ioye,
Short pleasures yeelds, imixte with long anoye.
That Natures Imps, within thys vale possesse,
The dyuers haps, the straunge vncertayne wayes,
That headlong forth we runne beyonde all gesse,
Shall soone perceyue, that euery worldly ioye,
Short pleasures yeelds, imixte with long anoye.
Though whorde of heaped store, for more delight,
Our Cofers keepe, to please our greedie luste:
Yea, though our time we passe in ioyfull plight,
And in thys lyfe repose our chiefest trust,
Yet worldly pompe, when all is sayde and done,
Doth vade away, lyke Snowe against the Sonne.
Our Cofers keepe, to please our greedie luste:
Yea, though our time we passe in ioyfull plight,
And in thys lyfe repose our chiefest trust,
Yet worldly pompe, when all is sayde and done,
Doth vade away, lyke Snowe against the Sonne.
A tyme of byrth Dame Nature doth vs giue,
A tyme to dye shee lykewise doth prouyde:
No sooner doe we fyrst beginne to liue,
But straight to death vnwares away we slyde,
And yet alas, our fancies are so frayle,
That all our ioye is here to hoyse vp Sayle.
A tyme to dye shee lykewise doth prouyde:
No sooner doe we fyrst beginne to liue,
But straight to death vnwares away we slyde,
And yet alas, our fancies are so frayle,
That all our ioye is here to hoyse vp Sayle.
But such as set their Heauen of lingering lyfe,
In pleasures lap, whose froward tickle wheele
(Sayth wisdoms sonne) with frowning turne is ryse,
To drowne their blisse, that blyndly so doe reele,
By searche shall fynde, eche fleeting pleasure vaine,
When Uertues Impes, with Uertue highe shall raigne.
In pleasures lap, whose froward tickle wheele
(Sayth wisdoms sonne) with frowning turne is ryse,
To drowne their blisse, that blyndly so doe reele,
By searche shall fynde, eche fleeting pleasure vaine,
When Uertues Impes, with Uertue highe shall raigne.
Then who so sees, the Sugar strawde on Gall,
And shunnes the same, by sacred Uertues skill:
Shall safely stande, when Follyes children fall,
That heedlesse holde, Dame pleasures wanton will,
Thus Uertue stayeth, when Uices steps doe slyde,
So are they blest, that doe in Uertue byde.
And shunnes the same, by sacred Uertues skill:
That heedlesse holde, Dame pleasures wanton will,
Thus Uertue stayeth, when Uices steps doe slyde,
So are they blest, that doe in Uertue byde.
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