A Golden Mirrour Conteining certaine Pithie and figuratiue Visions prognosticating good fortune to England and all true English Subiectes with an ouerthrowe to the enemies. Whereto be adioyned certaine pretie Poemes written on the names of sundrie both noble and worshipfull [by Richard Robinson] |
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Verses penned vpon the Etimologie of the name of the right vvorshipfull
George Brereton of Ashly in the Countie of Chester Esquyre.
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Verses penned vpon the Etimologie of the name of the right vvorshipfull George Brereton of Ashly in the Countie of Chester Esquyre.
Grace
growes and springs, where vertue vaunts her selfe,
Els wicked men, would swallow all by wealth:
On euery man, God doth his gifts bestow,
Regarding most where vertue seemes to grow:
Great is his mercy to vs euery hower,
Els how could Dauid, conquere Saules great power.
Els wicked men, would swallow all by wealth:
On euery man, God doth his gifts bestow,
Regarding most where vertue seemes to grow:
Great is his mercy to vs euery hower,
Els how could Dauid, conquere Saules great power.
Beware therefore, of Mydas wicked mynde,
Refuse the world, whose pleasures men doth blind:
Erect thy steps, in grace and vertues pathe,
Remember that in wisedomes well thou bath:
Esteeme no wretch, whose tongue shal paint or gloze,
There pick-thanke pranks, shall but thy worship lose:
Of friendes to come, it's vaine to hope soo much,
Nor present friendes, their frendship greatly tutch.
Refuse the world, whose pleasures men doth blind:
Erect thy steps, in grace and vertues pathe,
Remember that in wisedomes well thou bath:
Esteeme no wretch, whose tongue shal paint or gloze,
There pick-thanke pranks, shall but thy worship lose:
Of friendes to come, it's vaine to hope soo much,
Nor present friendes, their frendship greatly tutch.
Enter not where doubtes are of returne,
So needes not care, though after claps doe spurne:
Such wisedome warely, shall prouide thy way,
Quite from the spares, that should thy state decay:
Unto the poore stretch out thy stretched hand,
In Princes cause, looke faithfully thou stand:
And pitie still where power hath opprest,
Remember this, and men shall thinke thee blest.
So needes not care, though after claps doe spurne:
Such wisedome warely, shall prouide thy way,
Quite from the spares, that should thy state decay:
Unto the poore stretch out thy stretched hand,
In Princes cause, looke faithfully thou stand:
And pitie still where power hath opprest,
Remember this, and men shall thinke thee blest.
FINIS.
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