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Scorne not the least.
Where wards are weake, & foes encountring strong:
Where mightier doe assault, then doe defend:
The feebler part puts vp enforced wrong,
And silent sees, that speech could not amend.
Yet higher powers must thinke, though they repine,
When sunne is set: the little starres will shine.
Where mightier doe assault, then doe defend:
The feebler part puts vp enforced wrong,
And silent sees, that speech could not amend.
Yet higher powers must thinke, though they repine,
When sunne is set: the little starres will shine.
While Pike doth range, the silly Tench doth flie,
And crouch in priuie creekes, with smaller fish;
Yet Pikes are caught when little fish goe bie:
These, fleet a flote; while those, doe fill the dish.
There is a time euen for the wormes to creepe:
And sucke the dew while all their foes doe sleepe.
And crouch in priuie creekes, with smaller fish;
Yet Pikes are caught when little fish goe bie:
These, fleet a flote; while those, doe fill the dish.
There is a time euen for the wormes to creepe:
And sucke the dew while all their foes doe sleepe.
The Marlyne cannot euer sore on high,
Nor greedy Grey-hound still pursue the chase:
The tender Larke will finde a time to flie,
And fearefull Hare to runne a quiet race.
He that high growth on Ceders did bestow:
Gaue also lowly Mush-rumpts leaue so grow.
Nor greedy Grey-hound still pursue the chase:
The tender Larke will finde a time to flie,
And fearefull Hare to runne a quiet race.
He that high growth on Ceders did bestow:
Gaue also lowly Mush-rumpts leaue so grow.
In A mans pompe poore Mardocheus wept;
Yet God did turne his fate vpon his foe.
The Lazar pinde, while Dives feast was kept,
Yet he, to heauen; to hell, did Diues goe.
We trample grasse, and prize the flowers of May:
Yet grasse is greene, when flowers doe fade away.
Yet God did turne his fate vpon his foe.
The Lazar pinde, while Dives feast was kept,
Yet he, to heauen; to hell, did Diues goe.
We trample grasse, and prize the flowers of May:
Yet grasse is greene, when flowers doe fade away.
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