Tossed with stormes of fortune variable.
VII.
When I behold this tickle* trustles state
Of vaine worlds glorie, flitting too and fro,
And mortall men tossed by troublous fate
In restles seas of wretchednes and woe,
I wish I might this wearie life forgoe,
And shortly turne unto my happie rest,
Where my free spirite might not anie moe
Be vest with sights that doo her peace molest.
And ye, faire Ladie, in whose bounteous brest
All heavenly grace and vertue shrined is,
When ye these rythmes doo read, and vew the rest,
Loath this base world, and thinke of heavens blis:
And though ye be the fairest of Gods creatures,
Yet thinke that death shall spoyle your goodly features.
[* _Tickle_, uncertain.]
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DAPHNAIDA:
AN ELEGIE
UPON THE DEATH OF THE NOBLE AND VERTUOUS
DOUGLAS HOWARD,
DAUGHTER AND HEIRE OF HENRY LORD HOWARD, VISCOUNT
BYNDON, AND WIFE OF ARTHUR GORGES, ESQUIER.
DEDICATED TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE
THE LADIE HELENA,
MARQUESSE OF NORTHAMPTON.
BY ED. SP.
(1591.)
TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE AND VERTUOUS LADY,
HELENA,
MARQUESSE OF NORTH HAMPTON.
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