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The worlde | The worlde | ||
The world's a Bubble, and the life of man lesse then a span | |||
In his conception wretched, from the wombe soe to the | In his conception wretched, from the wombe soe to the tombe, | ||
Nurst from the cradle, and brought up to yeares with cares & feares, | Nurst from the cradle, and brought up to yeares with cares & feares, | ||
Whoe then to frayle mortallity shall trust | |||
But limes the waters, or but writes in dust | |||
Yet whilst with sorrowe here, wee live opprest what life is best | |||
Courtes are but onely superficiall scooles to dandle fooles | |||
The rurall partes are turn'de into a den of savage men | |||
And where's a citye, from foule vice soe free | |||
But maye be termde, the worst of all these three | |||
Domesticke cares afflictes the Husbands bead or paynes his head | |||
These that live single, takes it for a curse or doe thinges worse | These that live single, takes it for a curse or doe thinges worse | ||
They would have children, those that have the none or wish them gone | They would have children, those that have the none or wish them gone | ||
What is it then to have, or have noe wife | |||
But single thraldome, or a duble striffe | |||
Our owne affections still at home to pleasse is a disseasse | |||
to crose the sease, to any forren soyle perryll & toyle | to crose the sease, to any forren soyle perryll & toyle | ||
warrs with a noyse affright us, when they | warrs with a noyse affright us, when they c[e]ace we are worse in peace | ||
What then remaynes, but that wee still should crye | What then remaynes, but that wee still should crye | ||
Not to be | Not to be borne, or beinge, borne, to dye | ||
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Latest revision as of 18:15, 17 July 2017
The worlde The world's a Bubble, and the life of man lesse then a span In his conception wretched, from the wombe soe to the tombe, Nurst from the cradle, and brought up to yeares with cares & feares, Whoe then to frayle mortallity shall trust But limes the waters, or but writes in dust
Yet whilst with sorrowe here, wee live opprest what life is best Courtes are but onely superficiall scooles to dandle fooles The rurall partes are turn'de into a den of savage men And where's a citye, from foule vice soe free But maye be termde, the worst of all these three
Domesticke cares afflictes the Husbands bead or paynes his head These that live single, takes it for a curse or doe thinges worse They would have children, those that have the none or wish them gone What is it then to have, or have noe wife But single thraldome, or a duble striffe
Our owne affections still at home to pleasse is a disseasse to crose the sease, to any forren soyle perryll & toyle warrs with a noyse affright us, when they c[e]ace we are worse in peace What then remaynes, but that wee still should crye Not to be borne, or beinge, borne, to dye
Finis