[What Lyfe is Best to lead in Citty or in towne;]
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What Lyfe is Best to lead in Citty or in towne;
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In th[?]re, both witt and wealth Court getts us great Renown;
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The Country Keepes in health Bringes quietnes of mind
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Where wholsome ayre with exersice & pretty sportes we find;
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Wed and thou hast a bed of sollace and of Joye
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Wed not and have a rest without anoy
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The setled love is safe swete is the love at large,
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Thy Children are thy Comforters, no Children are no Charge,
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Youth Lusty is and getts, age honnord is and wise
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Then not to dye or be unborne is best by my advise
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These verses found I, thus placed on a wall
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For want of Ink, twas written, with a Coale,
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By one who since hath Chaungd his state of lyf,
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For living single, now hath gott a wife
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So that howere we men, think straung to mary
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It is our Cheif desyr, though long we tary
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Witness this party, who these lines hath penned
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which Doutles then was of another Mind
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But graunt, this tru, yt here is sayd of menn;
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Much more, in maydes and widowes I thinke then
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Yett lest I should prove tedious with my Rime
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Here will I End wishing, you a [good] husband in time
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Dust is lighter then a fether,
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And the wind more light then ether
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But a womans fickle minde
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More, light then feather dust or wind
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An Epitaph on Edmund Sandford written in youth
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My sand still Rests, though lyfe doth passe,
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Fleete as the ford, parting my name,
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So parte remaines though Run my glass
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For what was sand is still the same
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Thus Death Di[?]s not all my trust
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For sand I was and now am dust
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