 | The Poetical Recreations of Mr. Alexander Craig |  |
Vivitur parvo bene.
He that can walk on ground that's fair and plane,
Shall seldome fall, or if he chance to fall,
He measures but his lenth, he'ill rise agane,
And haue no harme, nor any hurt at all:
But he must fall of force that climbs too hie,
And if he fall, it's ten to one he'ill die.
Shall seldome fall, or if he chance to fall,
He measures but his lenth, he'ill rise agane,
And haue no harme, nor any hurt at all:
But he must fall of force that climbs too hie,
And if he fall, it's ten to one he'ill die.
Heigh hoised sailes giue vantage to the storme,
And if thy state be stately, large, and fair,
The farer mark for mischief to deforme,
With spightfull sport proud Fortun play's her there:
Fair marks are hit with shots and shafts mischivous,
Which make the wounds more deep & much more grievous.
And if thy state be stately, large, and fair,
The farer mark for mischief to deforme,
With spightfull sport proud Fortun play's her there:
Fair marks are hit with shots and shafts mischivous,
Which make the wounds more deep & much more grievous.
Contented Codrus with his Cuntrie Dame,
Suppose his Farme were set on fire he fear's not,
His wife and he will warme them with the flame,
Come what can come, his compts are cast, he cares not:
Jf want and wealth were alwaies at my will,
Away with wealth, let me be Codrus still.
Suppose his Farme were set on fire he fear's not,
His wife and he will warme them with the flame,
Come what can come, his compts are cast, he cares not:
Jf want and wealth were alwaies at my will,
Away with wealth, let me be Codrus still.
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