A wished reformacion of wicked rebellion, newly set foorth

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Thomas Este 1598, 1598
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Page 24 - Thus long I lyved all weary of my life, Tyl death approcht and rid me from that woe: Example take by me both maide and wyfe, Beware, take heede, fall not to follie so...
Page 9 - Or quench the fire that crept is in the ftraw ? The thirfty drinkes, there is no other fhift, Perforce is fuch that neede obayes no lawe. Thus bounde we are in worldly yokes to drawe, And cannot ftay nor turne againe in time, Nor learne of thofe that fought too high to clime. My felfe for proofe, loe ! here I now appeare In womans weede, with weeping watred eyes, That bought her youth and her delights full deare, Whofe lewd reproch doth found unto the fkies, And bids my corfe out of the ground to...
Page 9 - Shore's wife was mine, defiring in my hart that all the plagues in the worlde maie poflcffe me, if anic holpe me either with fcrowle or councell to the publifhing of the invencion of the fame Shores wife. And to fhow that yet my fpirits faile me not in as great matters as that, I have augmented her Tragedie, I hope in as fine a forme as the firft impreffion thereof, and hath fette forth fome more Tragedies and tragicall difcourfes no whit inferior, as I truft, to my firft worke ; and, good madame,...
Page 20 - Protector then, whofe vice did ftill abound, From ill to worfe, till death did him confound. He falfely fainde that I of counfell was To poyfon him, which thing I never meant ; But he could fet thereon a face of braffe To bring to paffe his lewde and falfe intent, To fuch mifchiefe this tyrants heart was bent. To God ne man he never ftood in awe, For in his wrath he made his will a lawe. Lord Haftings bloud for vengeaunce on him cryes, And many moe that were to long to name ; But moft of all, and...
Page 20 - ... spoken of this case ; All earthly joyes by tract of time decayes ; Soone is the glasse runne out of our good dayes ! My fall and facte makes proofe of that is spoke, Tels world to much of shadowes in the sunne, Dust blowne with winde, or simple proofe of smoake, That...
Page 10 - What heavy loade is put on patients backe, What ftrange delights this branch of vice doth breed, And marke what graine fprings out of fuch a feede. Compell the hauke to fit that is unmande, Or make the hounde unraind to drawe the deere, Or bring the free againft his will in band, Or move the fad a pleafant tale to here, Your time is loft and you no whit the nere : So love ne learnes of force the knot to knit, She ferues but thofe that feeles fweete fancies fit. The lefs defame redounds to my difpraife...
Page 15 - And helpe them up that might have beene orethrowne. My powre was preft to right the poore mans wrong, My hands were free to give where neede required : To watch for grace I never thought it long ; To doe men good I neede not be defired ; Nor yet with giftes my hart was never hyred, But when the ball was at my foote to guide, I playde to thofe that Fortune did abide.
Page 18 - Poore people paffe (as fhadowes in the fun) Like feeble fifh that needes muft followe tyde. Among the rich a beggar foone is fpied. When weake Shores wife had loft her ftaffe of ftay, The halt and blind went limping lame away. The poore is pincht and pointed at in deed, As baited bull were leading to the ftake. Wealth findes great helpe, want gets no friend at neede : A plaged wight a booteles mone may make. A naked foole in ftreet for colde may quake ; But colde or hot, when mifchiefes comes a roe,...
Page 9 - Doth make the meane, to shrinke and couch for feare, Like as the hounde, that doth his maister knowe : What then ? since I was made unto the bowe, There is no cloake, can serve...
Page 23 - Ech eye beholdes the rifing of the funne, And men admire the favour of a king, And from great ftates growne in difgrace they run. Such fodaine claps ne wit nor will can fhun, For when the ftoole is taken from our feete, Full flat on floore the body falls in ftreete. I had no houfe wherein to hide my head, The open ftreete my lodging was perforce ; Full oft I went all hungry to my bed, My flefh confumde, I looked like a corfe. Yet in that plight who had on me remorfe ? O God ! thou knowfte my friends...

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