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Show FH (HISTORYIO In chaungyng of her courfe, the chaunge fhewt this Vp ftartth a knaue, and downe there falth a knight The beggar ryche, and the ryche man pore is Hatred 1s turned to loue, loue to defpyght This is her {port, thus proueth fhe her myght Great bofte the maketh yf one be by her power Welthy and wretched both within an howre Pouertee that of her giftes wyl nothing take Wyth mery chere, looketh vppon the prece And feeth how fortunes houfhold goeth to wrake Faft by her ftandeth the wyle Socrates Arriftippus, Pythagoras, and many a lef Of olde philofophers, And eke agaynft the fonn Bekyth hym poore Diogenes in his tonne - With her is Byas, whofe countrey lackt defence And whylom of their foes ftode fo in dout ‘That eche man haftely gan to cary thence And afked hym why he nought caryed out 1 bere quod he all myne with me about ‘Wifedom he ment not fortunes brotle fees For nought he counted his that he might leefe Heraclitus eke, lyft felowfhip to kep *With glade pouertee, Democritus alfo Of which the fyrft can neuer ceafe but wepe To fee how thicke the blynded people go With labour great to purchafe care and wo ‘That other laugheth to fee the foolyfh apes How earneftly they walk about theyr capes Of this poore fect, it is comen vfage Onely to take that nature may {uftayne Banithing cleane all other {urplufage They be content, and of nothyng complayne No nygarde eke is of his good fo fayne But they more pleafure haue a thoufande folde The fecrete draughtes of nature to beholde Set fortunes fervauntes by them and ye wull That one is free, that other euer thrall That one content, that other neuer full That one 1n {furetye, that other lyke to fall ‘Who lyft to aduife them bothe, parceyue he thall As great difference between them as we fee Betwixte wretchednes and felicite Nowe haue I fhewed you bothe: thefe whiche y lyft Stately fortune, or humble pouertee That is to fay, nowe lyeth it in your fyft "To take here bondage, or free libertee But in thys poynte and ye do after me Draw you to fortune, and labour her to pleafe If that ye thynke your {elfe to well at eafe And fyrft vppon the louely fhall fhe fmile An frendly on the caft her wandering eyes Embrace the in her armes, and for a whyle Put the and kepe the in a fooles paradife And foorth with all what fo thou lyft deuife She wyll the graunt it liberally perhappes Bur for all that beware of after clappes SH r f u u f h o u n Recken y r h a a t l f e a d Ye may in clo r d e t e t f u c n l Or in dry And make the burnyn fyre his heate to fpare e a r f t i d r w y And all t l a f n g e o a c b As her to mak That of her natur is euer variable And in conclufion that thou fhalt winne t With labour wonn fhe fhall happly to moro l n r u r a g n a d Serue he y m n a r f a a e k t Vppo y f r d y r f t r w b n Sha y d t t t u g f a w y And look Plucke it agayne out of 'thyne hand with for W herefore yf thou in furetye lyft to ftande g u r f d o p l a r p i r u p Ta Rectyue nothyng that commeth from her hande Loue maner and vertue: they be onely tho Whiche double fortune may not take the fro Then mayft thou boldly defye her turnyng chaunc She can the neyther hynder nor auaunce But and thou wylt nedes medle with her treafure y l r b l i d e f a n e e t n Tru Beare the not proude, nor take not out of meafure Bylde not thyne houfe on heyth vp in the fkye Nonne falleth farre, but he that climbeth hye i Remember nature fent the hyther bare The gyftes of fortune count them borowe ware 8 Tsomas More to them that feke Fortene WHO fo delyteth to prouen and affay Of waveryng fortune the vncertayne lot If that the aunfwere pleafe you not alway Blame ye not me: for I commaunde you not Fortune to truft . and eke full well ye wot I haue of her no brydle in my fift She renneth loofe, and turneth where fhe lyft The rollyng dyfe in whome yourluckedoth ftande With whofe vnhappy chaunce ye be fo wroth Ye knowe your felfe came neuer in myne hande Lo in this ponde be fyfhe and frogges both Caft in your nette: but be you liefe or lothe Hold you content as fortune lyft aflyne For it is your owne fyfhyng and not myne And though in one chaunce fortune you offend Grudge not there at, but beare a mery face In many an other fhe fhall it amende There is no manne fo farre out of her grace But he fometyme hath comfort and folace: Ne none agayne fo farre foorth in her fauour ‘That 1s full fatisfyed with her behauiour Fortune is ftately, folemne, prowde, and hy And rychefle geueth, to haue feruyce therefore The nedy begger catcheth an halfpeny Some manne a thoufande pounde, fome lefic fom more k But for all that the kepeth euver in ftore |