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A strong Opiniator.
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A strong Opiniator.
For
Fortunes favour or her fead,
I nether eik nor pairs my trynde;
Though misreport of me be made,
I nether vex nor moue my minde:
For who to misreport pretend,
Dismakes their malice in the end.
I nether eik nor pairs my trynde;
Though misreport of me be made,
I nether vex nor moue my minde:
For who to misreport pretend,
Dismakes their malice in the end.
I pance not on no present things,
Nor covets those that are to come:
I sturt not for Cupido's stings,
Nor am I driven to doe as some.
For privat pleasure to prescriue,
The day of death, or terme of liue.
Nor covets those that are to come:
I sturt not for Cupido's stings,
Nor am I driven to doe as some.
For privat pleasure to prescriue,
The day of death, or terme of liue.
I fash me not with Court effairs,
I sute not for a seat supreame:
I am not cloy'd with Countrey cares,
Nor hunt I for renoune of Name:
For I finde sooth that wise men sayes,
Fame conquest soone, als soone decayes.
I sute not for a seat supreame:
I am not cloy'd with Countrey cares,
Nor hunt I for renoune of Name:
For I finde sooth that wise men sayes,
Fame conquest soone, als soone decayes.
To gather geare is good I grant,
Bot godlie nought therein to glore:
Then some-time haue, and some-time want,
I for my selfe, I wolde no more:
It surfets oft, and seemeth sore,
To want, or to be still in store.
Bot godlie nought therein to glore:
Then some-time haue, and some-time want,
I for my selfe, I wolde no more:
It surfets oft, and seemeth sore,
To want, or to be still in store.
With faithfull Friends I doe not fash,
No ended bargane back I bring:
I waist me not in vaine to wash
The woeb J wait that wil not wring:
For folie is to enterprise
That not into my power lies.
No ended bargane back I bring:
The woeb J wait that wil not wring:
For folie is to enterprise
That not into my power lies.
J doe not hate no others hap.
And am content here with my owne:
I striue not to mount vp a stap,
To be two grees againe down-throwne.
Bot I employ me in that place,
Where glore I gaine not, nor disgrace.
And am content here with my owne:
I striue not to mount vp a stap,
To be two grees againe down-throwne.
Bot I employ me in that place,
Where glore I gaine not, nor disgrace.
Th'vnpleasant Proud I plaine dispise,
From Fooles J flee as from my foes,
I loue and honour ay the wise,
And still I doe mislike of those,
As Sancts that bears a Sanct-like shoe,
And yet in deed are no wayes so.
From Fooles J flee as from my foes,
I loue and honour ay the wise,
And still I doe mislike of those,
As Sancts that bears a Sanct-like shoe,
And yet in deed are no wayes so.
For doubtsome changes that may chance,
I nether glade, nor yet I grieue:
For hope of things that may advance,
I nether like to die nor liue:
For worldlie thing is not can
One liue, once make an happie man.
I nether glade, nor yet I grieue:
For hope of things that may advance,
I nether like to die nor liue:
For worldlie thing is not can
One liue, once make an happie man.
For swelling rage of sorrowes showr's,
As vnassaulted sure I sitt:
And for vnconstant stormie showr's,
As fixed fast, I'fotch no futt:
So as a Bulwark on the strand,
Rebeatting Fortunes bloes I stand.
As vnassaulted sure I sitt:
And for vnconstant stormie showr's,
As fixed fast, I'fotch no futt:
So as a Bulwark on the strand,
Rebeatting Fortunes bloes I stand.
For cumming storm's, I doe forecast,
Of greàtest ill's J choose the best:
J set no saill, I hew no mast,
No vehement I know can lest.
And as no Pilat vnexpert,
I view the Compas and the Cart.
Of greàtest ill's J choose the best:
J set no saill, I hew no mast,
No vehement I know can lest.
And as no Pilat vnexpert,
I view the Compas and the Cart.
For instant greefe, for gladnesse gone,
Beleiue J nether heat nor coole,
At all events I still am one,
For ought J nether joy nor doole:
So both in peace and in debate,
J still remaine in one estate.
Beleiue J nether heat nor coole,
At all events I still am one,
For ought J nether joy nor doole:
So both in peace and in debate,
J still remaine in one estate.
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