English poem
_M_ 14
by George Wither (1588–1667)
Thy Chance is doubtfull; and, as yet, I know not, what to say of it; But, this I know, a foe thou art To what thine Emblem hath, in part, Expressed by a Mimicke Shape; Or, thou, thy selfe, art such an Ape. Now, which of these, pertaines to thee, Let them, that know thee, Iudges bee.
See, Emb. XIV.
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Thy Vertues he may wrong, that sayes Thou spend’st thy selfe, in wanton wayes; But, some have thought, and sayd of late, That, those thou lov’st, consume thy state: Yet, spare nor Time, nor Substance, tho, Where, them, thou oughtest to bestow; But, to thine Emblem turne, and, see When Life, and Wealth, well ventur’d bee.
See, Emb. XV.
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Though Troubles, you may have (or had) Enough, to make some others mad; Yet, be content: for, they, that are As weake, have had as much to beare; And, that, which Malice did contrive, To make them poore, hath made them thrive. That Emblem, which, by Lot, you drew, Prognosticates, as much, for you.
See, Emb. XVI.
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Though, you suffer blame and paine, You, at last, may Comfort gaine, (Sharing Honours, truely gotten, When, your Foes are dead, and rotten) For, of this, you have a pawne, In the Lot, that you have drawne; And, by that, it may appeare, What your paines, and wages, are.
See, Emb. XVII.
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Take you serious heed, I pray, Whither, you doe goe to day; Whom you credite; and, for whom You, ingaged, shall become; And, unlesse you wish for Sorrow, Be as provident, to morrow: For, there are some traps and Snares, Which, may take you unawares.
See, Emb. XVIII.
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Your Wit, so much, you trust upon, That, weaker Meanes hath yours out-gone; Sometime, you runne, when there is need Of much more Warinesse, then Speed. But, you, to God-ward, worse have err’d; And, yet, Amendment is deferr’d. See, therefore, what your Chance doth say, And, take good Counsell, while you may.
See, Emb. XIX.
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Take heed, you doe not quite forget, That you are dauncing in a Net: More, then a few, your Course doe see, Though, you, suppose, unseene to be. Your Fault, we will no nearer touch; Me-thinkes your Emblem blabs too much: But, if, you minde, what is amisse, You, shall be nere the worse, for this.
See, Emb. XX.
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Let such, as draw this Lot, have care, For Death, and Sorrow, to prepare All times, to come, lest one of these, Their persons, unexpected, seize: For, them, or some of theirs, to stay, Pale Death, drawes neerer, ev’ry day. Yet, let them not, disheartned, bee: For, in their Emblem, they shall see, Death, may (though, in appearance, grim) Become, a blessing, unto them.
See, Emb. XXI.
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With Mary, thou art one of those, By whom, the better part, is chose; And, though, thou tempted art, astray, Continu’st in a lawfull way. Give God the praise, with heart unfaign’d, That, he, such Grace to thee, hath dain’d; And, view thy Lot, where thou shalt see, What Hag, hath layd a Trap, for thee.
See, Emb. XXII.
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Although, that, thou demure appeare, For Pleasure, there is no man here Will venture more: And, some there are, Who thinke you venture over farre: Hereof, consider well, therefore, E’re, so, you venture, any more; And, in your Lotted Emblem, see, For what, your Suffrings ought to bee.
See, Emb. XXIII.
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If ought, thou purpose, to assay, Pursue the same, without delay; And, if thou meane to gather fruit, Be constant in thy Hopes pursuit: For, by thine Emblem, thou mayst finde, Thy Starres, to thee, are well-inclin’d; Provided, thy Attempts be good: For, that, is ever understood.
See, Emb. XXIV.
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Take heed, thou love not their deceipt, Who Number give, in steed of Weight; Nor, let their Fansies, thee abuse, Who, such-like foolish Customes, use. Perhaps, it may concerne thee, much, To know the Vanities of such; And, who they are: Marke, therfore, what Thine Emblem, will, to thee relate.
See, Emb. XXV.
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Thou, to Impatience, art inclin’d; And, hast a discontented Minde; That, therfore, thou mayst Patience learne, And, thine owne Over-sights discerne, Thy Lot (as to a Schoole to day) Hath sent thee to the Squirrells Dray; For, she instructs thee, to indure, Till, thou, a better state, procure.
See, Emb. XXVI.
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Your Lot, is very much to blame, Or else, your person, or, your Name Hath injur’d beene, or, may have wrong By some loose wanton, ere’t be long: Therfore, e’re, hence, you passe away, Marke, what your Emblem, now, doth say. Perhaps, by drawing of this Lot, Some Harmes prevention may be got.
See, Emb. XXVII.
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Vpon your head, those weights were laid, Which, your Endeavours, downeward waigh’d; For, those, who doe your weale envie, Much feare, your top will spring too high; Nay, yet, some Burthen, you sustaine: But, what their Malice will obtaine, Your Emblem prophesies; if you, With Patience, Honest-wayes, pursue.
See, Emb. XXVIII.
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This Lot, befell thee, for the nonce; For, if things come not, all at once, Thou, to despairing, soone, dost runne, Or, leav’st the Worke, that’s well begun: Which, to prevent, regardfull be Of what thine Emblem counsells thee.
See, Emb. XXIX.
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Afflictions, are thy chiefest Lot; Yea, great ones, too: yet, murmure not. For, all, must fiery tryalls bide, And, from their Drosse be purify’d. Therefore, though this, in sport, be done, Thy Morall’d Emblem, looke upon; And, learne, those Vertues to acquire, Which, will not perish in the Fire.
See, Emb. XXX.
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You seeke a Lot, which, proving bad, Would, peradventure, make you sad; But, this may please: for, you are taught To mend a Fortune, that is naught; And, armed, with such Counsell, here, That, you, no Destiny, need feare. Now, if you come to Harme, or Shame, Vpon the Starres, lay not the blame.
See, Emb. XXXI.