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Pleasant dialogues and dramma's

selected out of Lucian, Erasmus, Textor, Ovid, &c. ... By Tho. Heywood

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Of Chrisalus.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  


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Of Chrisalus.

Flava Ceres longi spes interceperat anni,
Aruerat pigro vinea testa gelu.

Graine the long yeares hope in the eare doth pine,
The tedious frost doth pinch thy forward kine:
Rot kills thy sheepe, theeves steale thy gotes; and now
Thy labouring Oxen perish at the plow.
Losse after losse when Chrisalus had found,
And he himselfe unwilling to be found
Alone: when his whole state was cras'd, bethought
To hang himselfe so he might do't for nought.
But soone that purpose in his mind was lost,
When he considerd what a rope would cost,
For he would die of free-cost: he thinks then
To kill himselfe with a sharpe sword, but when
He lookt about and saw none, nay saith he,
To buy a sword were too much charge for me.
Hee then saith to himselfe: doubtlesse that knave
The Sexton expects something for my grave,
And somewhat those that put me in my shroud,
And somewhat must the bearers be allowd.
The Priest, the candles, ringing of the bell:
And prayers too, must cost somewhat I know well.
Therefore to save all charges, this I say,
Ile drowne my selfe, and that's the cheapest way.
He did so, And thus speaking in his fall,
See thus for nothing I discharge them all.