The Poems of Henry Howard Earl of Surrey: Frederick Morgan Padelford: Revised Edition |
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42 THE GOLDEN MEAN
Of thy lyfe, Thomas, this compasse well mark:Not aye with full sayles the hye seas to beat;
Ne by coward dred, in shonning stormes dark,
On shalow shores thy keel in perill freat.
Who so gladly halseth the golden meane,
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Not with lothsom muck, as a den vncleane,
Nor palacelyke, wherat disdayn may glome.
The lofty pyne the great winde often riues;
With violenter swey falne turrets stepe;
Lightninges assault the hye mountains and cliues.
A hart well stayd, in ouerthwartes depe,
Hopeth amendes; in swete, doth feare the sowre.
God, that sendeth, withdrawth winter sharp.
Now ill, not aye thus: once Phebus to lowre
With bow vnbent shall cesse, and frame to harp
His voyce. In straite estate appere thou stout;
And so wisely, when lucky gale of winde
All thy puft sailes shall fil, loke well about,
Take in a ryft; hast is wast, profe doth finde.
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