Edward Farr, ed. Select Poetry of the Reign of Queen Elizabeth. 1845.
A MoralLXXXIX. Samuel Rowlands
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But doth the same neglect,
Let him be sure not to receive
The thinge he doth expect.
Vnto the ground doth fall,
Why euery peassont hath an axe
To hew his boughes withall.
And yet doth nothing clayme,
A double kind of recompence
Deserueth for the same.
And thy companions tell,
I will resolue thee what thou doest,
Whether ill done or well.
If he can silence keepe:
The tongue oft makes the heart to sigh,
The eyes to waile and weepe.
Of any man doth live,
That takes good counsell when his friend
Doth that rich iewell give.