The Castell of Courtesie Whereunto is adioyned The Holde of Humilitie: With the Chariot of Chastitie thereunto annexed. Also a Dialogue betweene Age and Youth, and other matters herein conteined. By Iames Yates |
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Verses written vpon Desire, to vnload the minde. |
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Verses written vpon Desire, to vnload the minde.
The Bird that buildes her nest, doth order due obserue,
And therein takes her rest, her younglings to preserue:
As nature doth ordaine each thing by course of kind.
So she doth them maintaine till seekers do them find.
And therein takes her rest, her younglings to preserue:
As nature doth ordaine each thing by course of kind.
So she doth them maintaine till seekers do them find.
Like so where worldly woes doe dayly still increase,
And lucklesse chaunces shewe that sorrowes will not cease
Till happy hap doth hit, and course doth turne and change,
And good lucke come to those, to whome she hath bin strange.
And lucklesse chaunces shewe that sorrowes will not cease
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And good lucke come to those, to whome she hath bin strange.
Where want doth weaue the web, there skant doth pleasure growe,
Wher good successe doth ebb there ill successe doth flowe,
Where Patience perforce in spight must vsed be:
Vnhappy is that course, such haplesse hap to see.
Wher good successe doth ebb there ill successe doth flowe,
Where Patience perforce in spight must vsed be:
Vnhappy is that course, such haplesse hap to see.
As pleasantnesse doth vade, and dieth like the flowre:
So ioyfulnesse consumes within one silly houre.
Or what doth boote it nowe in myrth for to abound,
When as we bend and bow to sorrowes sollemne sound.
So ioyfulnesse consumes within one silly houre.
Or what doth boote it nowe in myrth for to abound,
When as we bend and bow to sorrowes sollemne sound.
The head opprest with dumpes, the heart doth heauie make,
And wayward chances come, our ioyes away to take.
And as the Impe thats greene, is tender for the knife:
So mirth is seldome seene, whereas such cases be rife
And wayward chances come, our ioyes away to take.
And as the Impe thats greene, is tender for the knife:
So mirth is seldome seene, whereas such cases be rife
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