Phyala Lachrymarum: Or A Few Friendly Teares, shed over the dead Body of Mr Nathaniel Weld Mr of Arts of Emanuel Colledge in Cambridge who in the short journey of his life, died betweene the five and sixe and twentieth yeare of his youth, 1633. Together with sundry choyce Meditations of Mortalitie [by William Lathum] |
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O valente huomo chi puo esser misero.
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 | Phyala Lachrymarum: Or A Few Friendly Teares, shed over the dead Body of Mr Nathaniel Weld Mr of Arts of Emanuel Colledge in Cambridge |  |
O valente huomo chi puo esser misero.
Full easie is for men in miserie
Weary of life, t'importune death to die,
Who dare not looke misfortune in the face,
Nor griefe, nor paine, nor sicknesse, nor disgrace,
But cowardly with horror, and dismay
Out of themselves, oft times do runne away.
Like Grashoppers, that skip, and sing, and dance
While Summer lasts; but as flyes, in a transe,
When Winter comes, with stormes accompan'ed
In every hole, and corner them doe hide,
Quite out of love with life, for such to call
For death, no fortitude it is at all.
Weary of life, t'importune death to die,
Who dare not looke misfortune in the face,
Nor griefe, nor paine, nor sicknesse, nor disgrace,
But cowardly with horror, and dismay
Out of themselves, oft times do runne away.
Like Grashoppers, that skip, and sing, and dance
While Summer lasts; but as flyes, in a transe,
When Winter comes, with stormes accompan'ed
In every hole, and corner them doe hide,
Quite out of love with life, for such to call
For death, no fortitude it is at all.
But he whose countenance at all assayes,
Is ever one, in Sun or cloudie dayes:
Whose minde can bend, as buxom as a twigge
To all estates, bee't high, low, small, or bigge,
If fortune say he must doe thus, or thus,
With her the matter he doth ne're discusse.
Who with same freenesse, that he wins can lose,
Who with small noise can beare all fortunes blowes:
And any part that fortune shall her please
To put him to, can personate with ease;
This is a man, one of a thousand men,
A right-bred chicken of the milke-white hen.
Right truly wise and valiant is this man,
Who selfe submit to all manner weather can;
Who 'gainst it comes, for fortune doth provide,
Not mov'd with Ebbe, nor flowing of her tyde.
So great the strength of his true temperd minde
To welcome faire and foule in selfe same kinde.
Is ever one, in Sun or cloudie dayes:
Whose minde can bend, as buxom as a twigge
To all estates, bee't high, low, small, or bigge,
If fortune say he must doe thus, or thus,
With her the matter he doth ne're discusse.
Who with same freenesse, that he wins can lose,
Who with small noise can beare all fortunes blowes:
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To put him to, can personate with ease;
This is a man, one of a thousand men,
A right-bred chicken of the milke-white hen.
Right truly wise and valiant is this man,
Who selfe submit to all manner weather can;
Who 'gainst it comes, for fortune doth provide,
Not mov'd with Ebbe, nor flowing of her tyde.
So great the strength of his true temperd minde
To welcome faire and foule in selfe same kinde.
Come good? why well, and good: come bad? why well:
So 'gainst all paines, his patience is his spell:
Hee eekes, nor aggravates his weale, or woe;
Ne takes long farewells of them when they goe,
And in his open doore still readie stands,
When ere they come, to take them by the hands:
So evenly he knowes to beare himselfe;
Hee rich in povertie, and poore in wealth;
Either or neither can contented bee:
Oh blessed man, how free in bonds is hee?
Who though his bread too sow'r of leaven taste,
Can eate and it digest as finest paste:
And water drinke, yea vineger for need.
This is the truely valiant man indeed.
So 'gainst all paines, his patience is his spell:
Hee eekes, nor aggravates his weale, or woe;
Ne takes long farewells of them when they goe,
And in his open doore still readie stands,
When ere they come, to take them by the hands:
So evenly he knowes to beare himselfe;
Hee rich in povertie, and poore in wealth;
Either or neither can contented bee:
Oh blessed man, how free in bonds is hee?
Who though his bread too sow'r of leaven taste,
Can eate and it digest as finest paste:
And water drinke, yea vineger for need.
This is the truely valiant man indeed.
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