Versos English George Wither _M_ 7

English poem

_M_ 7

by (1588–1667)

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Thou art, or els thou wert, of late, Some great, or petty, Magistrate; Or, Fortune thereunto, perchance, In time to come, will thee advance. But, by thine Emblem, thou shalt see, That, when restrein’d, thy pow’r shall be, Offenders, thereof will be glad, And skoffe the pow’re which thou hast had; Observe it; and be so upright, That, thou maist laugh at their despight.

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Promotion thou dost much desire, And, spacious Fortunes to acquire; As, if thou thoughtst, thou mightst attaine, True Blessednesse, by such a gaine: To shew thee, therefore, what event, What happinesse, and what content, Such things, will bring vs, at the last, An usefull Object, now, thou hast.

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Disheartned be not, though thou see, Thy Hopes, quite frustrate seeme to be; For, many Hopes, appearing past, Have, beene renew’d againe, at last; And, grew far greater, then before, When, they seem’d lost, for evermore. Examples, therefore, now are brought, That, still, to Hope, thou mayst be taught.

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