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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An Epitaph vpon the death of Master Poolies wife of Badly.
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An Epitaph vpon the death of Master Poolies wife of Badly.
You
Dames leaue off your bootlesse teares,
Whose vaine complaintes can do no good,
Since cruell Death hath forc'd your feares,
And stroken such a noble bloud.
And though you waile and weepe your fill,
Yet you can not reuiue your will.
Whose vaine complaintes can do no good,
Since cruell Death hath forc'd your feares,
And stroken such a noble bloud.
And though you waile and weepe your fill,
Yet you can not reuiue your will.
For if high Ioue doth so permit,
That Dreedfull Death shall strike with dart,
It is in vaine to mourne for it,
Sith he can ioy, and he can smart:
He can graunt life, he can graunt death,
He can bereaue each Prince of breath.
That Dreedfull Death shall strike with dart,
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Sith he can ioy, and he can smart:
He can graunt life, he can graunt death,
He can bereaue each Prince of breath.
This worthie Matron wrapt in clay,
Was wife to Master Pooly she:
Whose noble race for to display,
My witte vnable is I see.
Alas my penne is nothing ryfe,
For to Declare her vertuouse lyfe.
Was wife to Master Pooly she:
Whose noble race for to display,
My witte vnable is I see.
Alas my penne is nothing ryfe,
For to Declare her vertuouse lyfe.
Wherefore twere vaine to pen her praise,
Sith it abrode in world is knowne.
Alas, that death did end her dayes,
And hath her life so ouerthrowne.
Wherefore to mourne, it is in vaine,
Since you no more her can attaine.
Sith it abrode in world is knowne.
Alas, that death did end her dayes,
And hath her life so ouerthrowne.
Wherefore to mourne, it is in vaine,
Since you no more her can attaine.
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