Edward Farr, ed. Select Poetry of the Reign of Queen Elizabeth. 1845.
Death CertainXXXVII. William Bvttes
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His sicknesse to eschew:
When health is got, God is forgot,
And griefes do grow anew.
Forgetting God most wretchedly;
In woe we waile, flesh is so fraile,
That nought is life but miserie.
Though stomack do not faile,
Lose yet we must life, and to dust;
To this port must we saile.
Common to me with all:
Life is a blast, age comes at last,
Then death to great and small.
See that you fit your ioy;
In death seek life, that dying once
Auoide you may annoy.