A poore Knight his Pallace of priuate pleasures Gallantly garnished, with goodly Galleries of strang inuentio[n]s and prudently polished, with sundry pleasant Posies, & other fine fancies of dainty deuices, and rare delightes. Written by a student in Ca[m]bridge. And published by I. C. Gent |
To his freend Iohn R.
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A poore Knight his Pallace of priuate pleasures | ||
To his freend Iohn R.
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that two euilles, bee offered to thy choice,
Then take the least, as reason will thee guide:
And for thy chance, thou maist with hart reioyce,
That of them twaine, the least did the betide:
But this I say, and councell thee beware,
Which long time since, was snarled in the snare.
Then take the least, as reason will thee guide:
And for thy chance, thou maist with hart reioyce,
That of them twaine, the least did the betide:
But this I say, and councell thee beware,
Which long time since, was snarled in the snare.
For when I did the smoky house abstaine,
Least that my eyes, with wattery stremes should flow:
Beholde I chanced, in cottage to remaine,
Where flaming fire, did bring the Rafters low:
The stone, the tyle, and all was burnd with flame,
And I alas, consumed with the same.
Least that my eyes, with wattery stremes should flow:
Beholde I chanced, in cottage to remaine,
Where flaming fire, did bring the Rafters low:
The stone, the tyle, and all was burnd with flame,
And I alas, consumed with the same.
Much like to him, which in another case,
Eschued the raine, which from the skye did fall:
With speedy flight, hee hastened in his race,
Till hee in pit was drowned horse and all:
Wherby I see, I may conclude no doubt,
The least of euils, is to bee chosen out.
Eschued the raine, which from the skye did fall:
With speedy flight, hee hastened in his race,
Till hee in pit was drowned horse and all:
Wherby I see, I may conclude no doubt,
The least of euils, is to bee chosen out.
A poore Knight his Pallace of priuate pleasures | ||