The paine of pleasure describing in a perfect mirror, the miseries of man [by Anthony Munday] |
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Phisicke, The eighteene pleasure.
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Phisicke, The eighteene pleasure.
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Phisickes arte, lets see what ioy we finde,
We heale the sicke by Medicines we make:
By vertues rare, of hearbes of sundry kinde,
By waters, oyles, and how we ought to take,
Each in his kinde, how best it may preuaile:
This Phisickes arte doth shew for our auaile.
We heale the sicke by Medicines we make:
By vertues rare, of hearbes of sundry kinde,
By waters, oyles, and how we ought to take,
Each in his kinde, how best it may preuaile:
This Phisickes arte doth shew for our auaile.
But if the man that is of greatest skill,
Haue not great care, in vsing of this arte:
May minister a medicine to kill,
When as he thinkes, to ease the sicke mans smart.
And who doth so may thinke himselfe accurst,
And Phisicke count of studies all the worst.
Haue not great care, in vsing of this arte:
May minister a medicine to kill,
When as he thinkes, to ease the sicke mans smart.
And who doth so may thinke himselfe accurst,
And Phisicke count of studies all the worst.
But he that takes such care in each respect,
And feares the worst, and seekes to doe his best,
Regardes the cause, doth not the time neglect,
But wisely workes to breede his patients rest.
In Phisickes arte, well hath he taken paine:
Gods fauour, and good Fame, shall be his gaine.
And feares the worst, and seekes to doe his best,
Regardes the cause, doth not the time neglect,
But wisely workes to breede his patients rest.
In Phisickes arte, well hath he taken paine:
Gods fauour, and good Fame, shall be his gaine.
But if he so be setled in that arte,
And that he count that studie for his ioy:
How best to seeke to ease the bodies smart,
And seeke no medicine for the soules annoy.
When that himselfe in fine, of force must die?
Oh then where shall his soule for comfort cry?
And that he count that studie for his ioy:
How best to seeke to ease the bodies smart,
And seeke no medicine for the soules annoy.
When that himselfe in fine, of force must die?
Oh then where shall his soule for comfort cry?
Let him haue spent some time in sacred writ,
And in that studie set his chiefe delight,
And he shall there soone finde a medicine fit,
To salue and saue his soule from perrill quite.
Oh blessed studie, that doth shew reliefe,
To soule and bodie in their greatest griefe.
And in that studie set his chiefe delight,
To salue and saue his soule from perrill quite.
Oh blessed studie, that doth shew reliefe,
To soule and bodie in their greatest griefe.
In holy writ we learne how to lament,
Our sinfull life, wherewith we God offend:
There we are taught our sinnes for to repent,
And there we learne how soone we may amend.
There doe we reade, that God must be the meane,
To cleanse our soules from all offences cleane.
Our sinfull life, wherewith we God offend:
There we are taught our sinnes for to repent,
And there we learne how soone we may amend.
There doe we reade, that God must be the meane,
To cleanse our soules from all offences cleane.
There doe we finde, that penitence procures,
Pardon of God, with pardon, pittie to:
Which pittie sends such comfort, as soone cures
The greatest hurt that worldly woes can doe.
And there we finde, Gods mercie yeelds at last,
The ioyes of heauen, when worldly woes are past.
Pardon of God, with pardon, pittie to:
Which pittie sends such comfort, as soone cures
The greatest hurt that worldly woes can doe.
And there we finde, Gods mercie yeelds at last,
The ioyes of heauen, when worldly woes are past.
If Phisicke then may yeeld so great delight,
For teaching vs to saue the bodies smart:
The studie then that soule and bodie quite,
Ridds of all woe, doth it not passe all arte,
Yes out of doubt, that yeeldes the onely ioyes:
To which comparde, all studies are but toyes.
For teaching vs to saue the bodies smart:
The studie then that soule and bodie quite,
Ridds of all woe, doth it not passe all arte,
Yes out of doubt, that yeeldes the onely ioyes:
To which comparde, all studies are but toyes.
Then studie Phisicke for necessitie,
To heale a hurt, or ease the sicke-mans smart:
But let thy ioy be in Diuinitie,
Which waied well, excelleth euery arte.
For Phisicke serues but for the bodies griefe,
Diuinitie doth yeelde the soules reliefe.
To heale a hurt, or ease the sicke-mans smart:
But let thy ioy be in Diuinitie,
Which waied well, excelleth euery arte.
For Phisicke serues but for the bodies griefe,
Diuinitie doth yeelde the soules reliefe.
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