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Show EN L 1 GS H - LANGU G E And therefore hath there fome men bene or this k b n m t i w a e f l a d M "To my difprayfe And other caufe there nys Him felf in honour and felicite Vnftable here and there among them flittes "The pleafaunt grapes, and gan for to defy them Becaufe he lept and yet could not come by them But let them write theyr labour is in vayne ‘For well ye wote myrth honour and richefle Much better is than penury and payne The nedy wretch that lingereth in diftrefle Without myne helpe is euer comfortlefle A wery burden odious and loth To all the world and eke to him felfe both And ouer that, may forther and increafe A region hole in ioyfull reft and peace Now in this poynt there is no more to fay Eche man hath of him [elf the gouernaunce Let euery wight than folowe his-owne way And he that out of pouertee and mifchaunce Lift for to live, and wyll him felfe enhaunce In wealth and richefle, come forth and wayte o me And he that wyll be a beggar, let hym be Tromas MoRre to them that truft in Fortune o Ifl"ir Faft by her {fyde doth wery labour ftand But he that by my fauour may afcende To mighty power and excellent degree A common wele to gouerne and defende O in how blift condicion ftandeth he Thus lyke the fox they fare that once forfoke Prowdly fhe houeth as lady and emprefie Pale fere alfo, and forow all bewept Difdayn and hatred on that other hand Eke reftles watche fro flepe with trauayle kept His eyes drowfy and lokyng as he flept Before her ftandeth daunger and enuy Flattery, dyfceyt, mifchiefe and tiranny About her commeth all the world to begge He afketh lande, and he to pas would bryng This toye and that, and all not worth an egge He would in loue profper aboue all thyng He kneleth downe and would be made a kyng He forceth not fo he may money haue Though all the worlde accompte hym for a knaue Lo thus ye fee diuers heddes, diuers wittes Fortune alone as diuers as they all But for me lift not frendly on them loke Th Amyd her treafure and waueryng rycheffe THOU that are prowde of honour, thape or kynne That hepeft vp this wretched worldes treafure Thy fingers fhrined with gold, thy tawny fkynne With freth apparyle garnithed out of meafure And weneft to haue fortune at thy pleafure Caft vp thyne eye, and loke how flipper chaunce Illudeth her men with chaunge and varyaunce Sometyme fhe loketh as louely, fayre and bright As goodly Uenus mother of Cupyde She becketh and fke fmileth on euery wight But this chere fayned, may not long abide There cometh a cloude, and farewell all our pryde Like any ferpent fhe beginneth to {well And looketh as fierce as any fury of hell Yer for all that we brotle men are fayne (So wretched is our nature and {o blynde As foone as Fortune lift to laugh agayne ‘With fayre countenaunce and difceicfull mynde To crouche and knele and gape after the wynde Not one or twayne but thoufandes in a rout Lyke fwarmyng bees come flickeryng her aboute Then as a bayte the bryngeth forth her ware Siluer, gold, riche perle, and precious ftone On whiche the mafed people gafe and ftare And gape therefore as dogges doe for the bone Fortune at them laugheth and in her tron And at auenture downe her giftes fall Catch who fo may fthe throweth great and {mal Not to all men as commeth fonne or dewe But for the moft part, all among a fewe And yet her brotell giftes long may not laft He that the gaue them, loketh prowde and hye She whirlth about and pluckth away as faft And geueth them to an other by and by And thus from man to man continually She vieth to geue and take, and flily toffe One man to wynnyng of an others loffe And when fhe robbeth one, down goth his pryde He wepeth and wayleth and curfeth her full fore But he that receueth it, on that other fyde Is glad, and blefth her often tymes therefore But in a whyle when fhe loueth hym no more She glydeth from hym, and her giftes to And he her curfeth as other fooles do Alas the folyfh people can not ceafe Ne voyd her trayne, tyll they the harme do fele About her alway, befely they preace But lord how he doth thynk hym felf full wele That may fet once his hande vppon her whele He holdeth faft: but vpward as he flieth She whippeth her whele about and there he lyeth Thus fell Julius from his mighty power Thus fell Darius the worthy kyng of Perfe Thus fell Alexander the great conquerour Thus many mo then I may well reherfe Thus double fortune, when fhe lyft reuerf Her flipper favour fro them that in her truft She fleeth her wey and leyeth them in the duft She fodeinly enhaunceth them aloft And fodeynly mifcheueth all the flocke The head that late lay eafily and full foft In ftede.of pylows lyeth after on the blocke And yet alas the moft cruell proude mocke The deynty mowth that ladyes kiffed haue She bryngeth in the cale to kyfle a knaue |