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death_n	die_v	life_n	time_n	18,635	5	3.9362	3	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A15662	Wither's motto nec habeo, nec careo, nec curo.	Wither, George, 1588-1667.	1621 (1621)	STC 25928.7; ESTC S123336	39,771	92

And with what mighty burth●ns of vnrest Their poore distemperd soules will be opprest How much they will repent I doe foresee How much confused and asham'd they 'l be And as I praise their doome eu'n so I pray Their shame and sorrow worke their comfort may I want not much experiment to show That all is good God pleaseth to bestow What shape soeuer he doth maske it in For all my former cares my ioyes haue bin And I haue trust that all my woes to come Will bring my Soule eternall comforts home I doe not finde within me other feares Then what to men of all degrres appeares I haue a conscience that is cleane within For though I guilty am of many a sinne A kinde redeemer I haue found and he His Righteousnes imputeth vnto me The Greatest haue no Greatnes more then I In bearing out a Want or Misery I can aswell to passion set a bound I brooke aswell the smarting of a wound Aswell endure I to be hunger-bit Aswell can wrestle with an ague-fit My eyes can wake as long as their I 'me sure And as much cold or heat I can endure Yea let my dearest friends excused be From heaping scorne or iniuries on me Come all the world and I my heart can make To brooke as much before it shrinke or breake As theirs that doe the noblest Titles were And slight as much their frown that might'st are For if in me at any time appeare A bashfulnes which some mistitle feare It is in doubt least I through folly may Some things vnfitting me or doe or say But not that I am fearefull to be shent For dread of Men or feare of punishment And yet no faults I want nor want in me Affections which in other men there be Asmuch I hate an inciuility Asmuch am taken with a Courtesie Asmuch abhorr I brutish Vanities Asmuch allow I Christian Liberties Assoone an iniury I can perceiue And with as free a heart I can forgiue My hand in Anger I as well can stay And I dare strike as stout a man as they And when I know that I amisse haue done I am as much asham'd as any one If my afflictions more then others be I haue more comforts to keepe heart in me I haue a Faith will carry me on high Vntill it lift me to Eternity I haue a Hope that neither want nor spight Nor grim Aduersity shall stop this flight But that vndaunted I my course shall hold Though twenty thousand Deuils crosse me should Yet I confesse in this my Pilgrimage I like some Infant am of tender age For as the Childe who from his Father hath Strai'd in some Groue through many a crooked path Is sometime hopefull that he findes the way And sometime doubtfull he runs more astray Sometime with faire and easie paths doth meet Sometime with rougher tracts that stay his feet Here runnes there goes and you amazed stayes Now cryes and straight for gets his care and playes Then hearing where his louing Father calls Makes haste but through a zeale il-guided fall● Or runnes some other way Vntill that He Who 's loue is more then his endeauours be To seeke this Wanderer foorth himselfe doth come And take him in his armes and beare him home So in this Life this Groue of ignorance As to my homeward I my selfe aduance Sometime aright and sometime wrong I goe Sometime my pace is speedy sometime slow Sometime I stagger and sometime I fall Sometime I sing sometime for helpe I call One while my wayes are pleasant vnto me Another while as full of Cares they be Now I haue Courage and doe nothing feare Anon my Spirits halfe deiected are I doubt and hope and doubt and hope againe And many a change of Passions I sustaine In this my Iourney So that now and then I lost may seeme perhaps to other men Yea to my selfe a while when sinnes impure Doe my Redeemers loue from me obscure But whatsoe're betide I know full well My Father who aboue the Cloudes doe dwell An eye vpon his wandring Childe doth cast And He will fetch me to my home at last For of Gods loue a Witnesse want not I And whom He loues He loues eternally I haue within my breast a little Heart Which seemes to be composed of a part Of all my Friends For truly whensoe're They suffer any thing I feele it there And they no sooner a Complaint doe make But presently it falls to pant and ake I haue a Loue that is as strong as Fate And such as cannot be impair'd by Hate And whatsoeuer the successe may proue I want not yet the comforts of my Loue. These are the Iewels that doe make me rich These while I doe possesse I want not much And I so happy am that still I beare These Riches with me and so safe they are Th●t Pyrats Robbers no deuice of man Or Tyrants powre depriue me of them can And were I naked forced to exile More Treasure I should carry from this Ile Then should be sold though for it I might gaine The wealth of all America and Spaine For this makes sweet my life and when I dye Will bring the sleepe of Dea●h on quietly Yea such as greatest pompe in life time haue Shall finde no warmer lodging in their Graue Besides I want not many things they need Who Me in outward Fortunes doe exceed I want no Guard or Coate of Musket proofe My Innocence is guardian strong enough I want no Title for to be the Sonne Of the Almighty is a glorious one I want no Followers for through Faith I see A troup of Angels still attending me Through want of Friendship need I not repine For God and Goodmen are still friends of mine And when I iourney to the North the East The pleasant South or to the fertile West I cannot want for profferd Courtesies As farre as our Great-Britaines Empire lies In euery Shire and Corner of the Land To welcome me doe Houses open stand Of best esteeme And Strangers to my face Haue thought me worth the Feasting more grac● Then I will boast of lest you may suspect That I those glories which I scorne affect Of my acquaintance were a thousand glad And sought it though not wealth nor Place I had For their aduantage And if some more high Who on the multitudes of friends relye Had but a Fortune equall vnto me Their troupe of Followers would as slender be And those mong whom they now esteeme haue wo● Would scarsely thinke them worth the looking on I want no Office for though none be voyde A Christian findes he may be still employd I want no Pleasures for I pleasures make What euer God is pleasd I vndertake Companions want I not For know that I Am one of that renown'd Societie Which by the Name we carry first was knowne At Antioch so many yeares agone And greatest Kings themselues haue happy thought Tho●●o this noble Order they were brought I want not Armes to sit

sad distractions those dispaires and feares That all their glorious guilding cannot hide Those wofull ruines on their inner-side But ten to one at length they doe depart With losse with shame and with a broken heart I care not for this Humor but I had Far rather lye in Bedlem chain'd and mad Then be with these mens frantique mood possest For there they doe lesse harme and haue more rest I care not when there comes a Parliament For I am no proiector who inuent New Monopolies or such Suites as Those Who wickedly pretending goodly showes Abuses to reforme engender more And farre lesse tollerable then before Abusing Prince and State and Common-weale Their iust deserued beggeries to heale Or that their ill-got profit may aduance To some Great Place their Pride and Ignorance Nor by Extortion nor through Bribery To any Seat of Iustice climb'd am I Nor liue I so as that I need to care Though my proceedings should be question'd there And some there be would giue their Coat away That they could this as confidently say I care for no such thriuing Pollicy As makes a foole of Morrall Honesty For such occasions happen now and than That He prooues Wise that proues an Honest man And howsoere our Pr●iect-mongers deeme Of such mens Fortunes and of them esteeme How big soe're they looke how braue soe're Among their base Admirers they appeare Though ne're so trimme in others feathers dight Though clad with Title of a Lord or Knight And by a hundred thousand croucht vnto Those gaudv Vpstarts no more prize I doe Then poorest Kennell-rakers yea they are Things which I count so little worth my care That as I loue faire Vertue I protest Among all honest men the beggerl'est And most betatter'd Pesant in mine eye Is Nobler and more full of Maiestie Then all that braue bespangl'd Rabblement Composd of Pride of Shifts and Complement Let great and Courtly Pers'nages delight In some dull Gest●r or a Parasite Or in their dry Buffoone that gracefully Can sing them baudy songs and sweare and lye And let their Mastership if so they please Still fauour more the slauerings of These Then my free Numbers For I care no more To be approued or esteemed for A witty Make-sport then an Ape to be And whosoeuer takes delight in me For any quality that doth affect His Senses better then his Intellect I care not for his loue My dogge doth so He loues as farre as sensuall loue can go And if how well he lou'd me I did weigh Deserues perhaps as much respect as they I haue a Soule and must beloued be For that which makes a louely Soule in me Or else their Loues so little care I for That them and their affections I abhor I care not though some Fellowes whose desert Might raise them to the Pillory or Cart The Stocks the Branding-yron or the Whip With such like due Preferment those doe skip And by their blacke endeauours purchase can The Priuiledges of a Noble man And be as confident in what they doe As if by vertue they were rais'd thereto For as true Vertue hath a confidence So Vice and Villaines haue their impudence And manly Resolution both are thought Till both are to an equall Tryall brought But vicious Impudence then prooues a mocke And Vertuous Constancy endures the Shocke Though such vnworthy Groomes who t'other day Were but their Masters Panders to puruey The fuell of their Lust and had no more But the Reuertion of their meat their Whore And their old cloathes to brag of Though that these The foes to Vertue and the Times disease Haue now to couer o're their knauery Got on the Robes of Wealth and Brauery And dare behaue their Rogueships sawcily In preseuce of our old Nobilitie As if they had been borne to act a part In the contempt of Honour and Desart Though all this be and though it often hath Discourag'd many a one in Vertues Path I am the same and Care not For I know Those Butter-flies haue but a Time to show Their painted wings that when a storme is neare Our habits which for any weather are May shew more glorious whilst they shrinking lye In some old creuise and there starue and dye Those Dues which vnto Vertue doe belong He that despiseth offers Vertue wrong So he that followes Vertue for rewards And more the Credit then the Act regards Or such esteeme as others seeke doth misse Himselfe imagines worthier then He is If therefore I can tread the way I ought I care not how ignoble I be thought Nor for those Honours doe I care a fly Which any man can giue me or deny For what I reckon worth aspiring to Is got and kept whe● others will or no. And all the world can neuer raise a man To such braue heights as his owne Vertues can I care not for that Gentry which doth lye In nothing but a Coat of Heraldry One Vertue more I rather wish I had Then all the Heralds to mine Armes could add Yea I had rather by my industry I could acquire some one good quality Then through the Families that noblest be From fiftie Kings to draw my Pedigree Of Nations or of Countries I nought care To be Commaunder my Ambitions are To haue the Rule and Soueraignty of things Which doe commaund great Emperours and Kings Those strong and mighty Passions wherewithall Great Monarchs haue bin foyld brought in th●all I hope to trample on And whilst that they Force but my body if I disobey I rule that Spirit which would they constraine Beyond my will They should attempt in vaine Yea whilst they bounded within Limits here On some few Mortals onely domineer Those Titles and that Crowne I doe pursue Which shall the Deuils to my powre subdue I care not for that Ualour which is got By furious Choller or the Sherry-pot Nor if my Cause be ill to heare men say I fought it out euen when my bowels lay Beneath my feete A desperatenesse it is And there is nothing worthy praise in this For I haue seene and you may see it to That any Mastiue dogge as much will doe He valiant is who knowes the dis-esteeme The vulgar haue or such as Cowards seeme And yet dares seeme one rather then bestow Against an honest cause or word or blow Though else he fear'd no more to fight or die Then you to strike a dogg or kill a flie Yea him I honour who new wakt from sleeping Finds all his Spirits so their temper keeping As that he would not start though by him there Grim Death and Hell and all the Deuils were I care not for a Coward for to me No Beasts on Earth more truely hatefull be Since all the villanies that can be thought Throughout the world and altogether brought To make one Villaine can make nothing more Then he that is a Coward was before And he that is so can be nothing lesse Then the perfection of all wickednesse In him no manly