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death_n	woe_n	world_n	year_n	41	3	3.9654	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A05075	The profit of imprisonment A paradox, vvritten in French by Odet de la Noue, Lord of Teligni, being prisoner in the castle of Tournay. Translated by Iosuah Silvester.; Paradoxe que les adversitez sont plus necessaires que les prosperités. English	La Noue, Odet de, seigneur de Téligny, d. 1618.; Sylvester, Josuah, 1563-1618.	1594 (1594)	STC 15216; ESTC S109328	23,156	38

almost forget it What better proofe of this then those poore gallie-slaues Which hauing been before such rogues and idle knaues As shunning seruices to labour wear so loth That they would starue and die rather then leaue their sloth But being vsd a while to tug the painfull oare Labour that earst they loathd they now desire the more Or those that are assaild with burning feuer-fit Euen then when least of all they dread or doubt of it Which carefully complaine and crie and raue and rage Frying in inward flames the which they cannot swage Yet if it wax not worse the daintiest bodie makes it In eight daies as a vse and as a trifle takes it Or those that haue sometimes the painfull racke indured Who without chainge of paine being a while inured The paine that did constraine them to bewaile and weepe Seemes them so easie then they almost fall a-sleepe All are not euils then that are surnamed so Sith euill neuer can his nature mingle no Nor turne it into good wheras we plainly see On th' other side that these are changed sodainly And were they ills indeed sith they so little last Wear 't not a very shame to be so much agast But heer again say they th'ons nature neuer taketh The others nature on but still the stronger maketh His fellow giue him place and onlie beareth sway Till that returne againe driue it againe away Nay that can neuer be for neuer perfect good Can by his contrarie be bannisht though withstood For good is euer good and where so ere it goe Euill doth euer striue but with too strong a soe There is no reason then these good or ill to call That alter in this sort and neuer rest at all Neither to blesse or blame them for the good or ill That euer in her selfe our soule concealeth still For if that from without our bale or els our blisse Arriued euer more withall must follow this That alwaies vnto all selfe ill selfe pain would bring Selfe good one selfe content but 't is a certaine thing They are not taken for their qualitie and kind But rather as th' affects of men are most inclind One loosing but a crowne hath lost his pacience quight Another hauing lost fiue hundred in a night Is neuer mou●d a iote though hauing lesse in store Then the'other hath by ods his losse might greue him more One beeing banished doth nothing but lament Another as at home is there as well content And one in prison pent is vtterlie dismaide Another as at home liues there as well appaid Needs must we then confesse that in our selues doth rest That which vnhappieth vs and that which makes vs blest In vs indeed the ill which of our selues doth growe And in vs too the good which from god's grace doth flowe To whom it pleaseth him true good that none can owe-yet Saue those on whom the Lord vouchsafeth to bestow-it And that the bitter smart of all the paines that wring-vs From nothing but our sin receaueth strength to sting-vs Yea surely in our selues abides our miserie Our Grand-sire Adam left vs that for legacie When he enthrald him selfe vnto the law of sin Wherein his guiltie heires their greef-full birth begin The Lord had giuen to him a Nature and a feature Perfect indeed and blest aboue all other creature And of this Earthlie world had stablisht him as King Subiecting to his rule the raines of euerie thing His spirit within it selfe no selfe-debates did nurse Hauing no knowledge yet of better nor of wurse His bodie euer blith and healthfull felt no war Of those fower qualities that now do euer iar Nor any poysonie plant nor any serpent fell Nor any noysome beast could hurt him any deale He might without the tast of bitter death attaine Vnto the hauen of heauen where all trew Ioies doe raigne And had he not misdone he might haue well bequeathed The same inheritance to all that euer breathed How happie had he bin if he had neuer eaten Th'unlawfull fatall frute that double death did threaten O that he neuer had preferd the serpent's flatter Before th' eternall law of all the world's creator You shall be said the fiend like supreme deities This sweet frutes sugred iuice shall open both your eyes Which now your tirant God enuying all your blisse Blinds with a filmie vaile of blacke obscurities Least that you should become his equalls in degree Knowing both good and ill as well as euer he Poore Eue beleues him straight and Man beleeus his wife And biteth by and by the apple asking-life Whereof so soone as hee had tasted he beginns But all too-late alas to see his cursed sinnes His eyes indeed were ope and then he had the skill To know the difference between the good and ill Then did he know how good good was when he had lost-it And euill too he knew but ah too deerly cost-it Leauing himselfe besides the sorrow of his losse Nothing but sad dispaire of succor in his crosse He found him selfe falne down from blisse-full state of peace Into a ciuill war where discords neuer cease His soule reuolting soone became his bitter foe But as it oft befalls that worst do strongest grow She is not easde at all by th'inly striuing iarres Which do annoye her more them th'irefull open warrs Wrath hatred enuie feare sorrow dispare and such And passions opposite to these afflicte as much Distracting to an fro the Princesse of his life In restles mutinies and neuer-ceasing strife Then th'humor-brethren all hott cold and wet and drie Falne out among themselues augment his miserie So that by their debate within his flesh there seeded A haruest of such weeds as neuer can be weeded All creatures that before as subiects did atend him Now mong themselues conspire by al means to offend-him In breefe Immortall borne now mortall he became And bound his soule to bide hells euer-burning flame Leauing his wofull heires euen from their birth s begining Heires of his heavie paine as of his hainous sinning So that in him the Lord condemned all mankind To beare the punishment to his foule sinne assign'd And none had ever scap't had not the God of grace Desiring more to saue then to subvert his race Redeem'd vs by the death of his deare onely sonne And chosen vs in him before the world begunne Forgiuing vs the fault and with the fault the fine All saue this temporall death of Adams sinne the signe Now in the horror of those ease-lesse end-lesse paines It may be rightlie said that evill ever raignes That 's evill's verie selfe and not this seeming-seeming-woe Whereof the wanton world complaineth dayly so Liv'd we ten thousand yeares continuallie tormented In all fell tortures straunge that ever were invented What 's that compar'd to time that never shall expire Amid th' infernall flames whose least-afflicting fyre Exceedeth all the paines all mortall hearts can think Sure all that we endure till Laethe droppes we drink T is all but ease to