I see that wise king Salomon, And wit doth quaile, Vnwise were I once for to think that I might Escape the stroke of death; And know that there is on the earth no one right, But must resign his breath. I see that faire young Absalon, His riches could not vaile him. In one night from his wealth was rapt, Thus see you plain, It is in vaine To make anie certaine account of this life, Or in yourselues to trust : Therefore make you ready to part from this strife, For to the earth you must. A DITTIE Wherein the brevitie of man's life is described, how soone his In time dooth lose his beautie and his strength; But as his life is likened to a span, So suddaine sicknes pulles him from his And both alike brought to their latest rest: The prince and peasant both with him are one: The sweetest face that's painted now-a-daies, And highest head set forth with pearl and stone, When he hath brought them to the earthly graue, Beare no more reckoning then the poorest slaue. The wealthy chuffe, that makes his gold his god, And scrapes and scratches all the mucke he may, And with the world doth play at euen and od, When death thinks good to take him hence away, Hath no more ritches in his winding-sheete Then the poore soule that sterued in the streete. Vnhappie man! that runneth on thy race, Not minding where thy crazed bones must rest: But woe to thee that doost forget the place, Purchast for thee to liue amongst the blest! Spend then thy life in such a good regard, That Christe's blessing may be thy reward. STANZAS From "The Complaint of Jonas," which forms a section of "The Mirror of Mutabilitie." You therefore that remain on earth, Feare still for to displease the Lord- Fix stil your minde on heauenly things, The rest are but as shadows heer, What vantage is it for a man The more a man doth fixe his minde The more endamaged is his soule For welth doth pamper him so much, That God is clene forgot, And then at last vnto his pain So that all good and vertuous men From company refuse him, And where before he was esteem'd, Now they disdain to vse him. * * * Turne vnto God, and God to you To goodnes, as men say; Let all that haue you preter-past How you may learn in all assayes And thus if you direct your wayes, XX. SIR WALTER RALEIGH. THE FAREWELL. GOE, Soule, the bodie's guest, Giue potentates the lye. |