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False world thy malice I espie	A
With what thou hast designed	B
And therein with thee to comply	C
Who likewise are combined	B
But do thy worst I thee defie	D
Thy mischiefs are confined	B
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From me thou my estate hast torn	E
By cheatings me beguiled	F
Me thou hast also made thy scorn	E
With troubles me turmoiled	F
But to an heritage I'm born	E
That never can be spoiled	F
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So wise I am not to be mad	F
Though great are my oppressions	G
Nor so much fool as to be sad	F
Though robb'd of my possessions	G
For cures for all sores may be had	F
And grace for all transgressions	G
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These words in youth my motto were	H
And mine in age I'll make them	I
I neither have nor want nor care	J
When also first I spake them	I
I thought things would be as they are	K
And meekly therefore take them	I
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The riches I possess this day	F
Are no such goods of fortune	L
As kings can give or take away	F
Or tyrants make uncertain	L
For hid within myself are they	F
Behinde an unseen curtain	L
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Of my degree but few or none	L
Were dayly so frequented	F
But now I'm left of every one	L
And therewith well contented	F
For when I am with God alone	M
Much folly is prevented	F
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Then why should I give way to grief	D
Come strike up pipe and tabor	H
He that affecteth God in chief	D
And as himself his neighbour	H
May still enjoy a happy life	D
Although he lives by labor	H
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Not me alone have they made poor	H
By whom I have been cheated	F
But very many thousands more	H
Are of their hopes defeated	F
Who little dreamed heretofore	H
Of being so ill treated	F
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Then if my courage should be less	N
Than theirs who never prized	F
The resolutions I profess	N
And almost idolized	F
I well deserv'd in my distress	N
To be of all despised	F
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Our sad complaints our sighs and tears	O
Make meat nor clothing cheaper	H
Vain are our earthly hopes and fears	P
This life is but a vapor	H
And therefore in despight of cares	O
I'll sing and dance and caper	H
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Though food nor raiment left me were	H
I would of wants be dreadless	O
For when I quickly should be there	H
Where bread and cloth are needless	O
And in those blessings have my share	H
Whereof most men are heedless	O
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I then should that attain unto	F
For which I now endeavour	H
From my false lovers thither go	Q
Where friendship faileth never	H
And through a few short pangs of woe	Q
To joys that last for ever	H
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For service done and love exprest	F
Though very few regard it	F
My country owes me bread at least	F
But if I be debarr'd it	F
Good conscience is a dayly feast	F
And sorrow never marr'd it	F
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My grand oppressors had a thought	F
When riches they bereaved	F
That then my ruine had been wrought	F
But they are quite deceived	F
For them the devil much mis taught	F
When that weak snare they weaved	F
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If in those courses I had gone	R
Wherein they are employed	F
Till such achievements had been won	L
As are by them enjoyed	F
They might have wager'd ten to one	L
I should have been destroyed	F
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But proofs have now confirmed me	S
How much our vice offendeth	F
And what small helps our virtues be	S
To that which God intendeth	F
Till he himself shall make us free	S
And our defects amendeth	F
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Not one is from corruption clear	H
Men are depraved wholly	S
Mere cruelties their mercies are	H
Their wisdom is but folly	S
And when most righteous they appear	H
Then are they most unholy	S
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There is no trust in temp'ral things	O
For they are all unsteady	S
That no assurance from them springs	O
Too well I find already	S
And that ev'n parliaments and kings	O
Are frail or false or giddy	S
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All stands upon a tott'ring wheel	T
Which never fixt abideth	F
Both commonweals and kingdoms reel	T
He that in them confideth	F
Or trusts their faith shall mischiefs feel	T
With which soe'er he sideth	F
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This wit I long ago was taught	F
But then I would not heed it	F
Experience must by fools be bought	F
Else they'll not think they need it	F
By this means was my ruin wrought	F
Yet they are knaves who did it	F
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When to the ground deprest I was	O
Our mushrooms and our bubbles	O
Whom neither truth nor wit nor grace	O
But wealth and pride ennobles	O
As cruel were as they are base	O
And jeer'd me in my troubles	O
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And when their hate these had made known	M
New mischiefs it begat me	S
For ev'ry rascal durty clown	U
Presumed to amate me	S
And all the curs about the town	U
Grinn'd snarl'd and barked at me	S
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Since therefore 'tis not in my power	H
Though oft I fore discern them	I
To shun the world's despights one hour	H
Thus into mirth I'll turn them	I
And neither grieve nor pout nor lowre	H
But laugh and sing and scorn them	I
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This fit at sev'nty years and two	F
And thus to spend my hours	O
The world's contempt inclines me to	F
Whilst she my state devours	O
If this be all that she can do	F
A fig for all her powers	O
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Yet I and shee my well agree	H
Though we have much contented	F
Upon as equal terms are we	H
As most who have offended	F
For I sleight her and she sleights me	H
And there's my quarel ended	F
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This only doth my mirth allay	F
I am to some engaged	F
Who sigh and weep and suffer may	F
Whilst thus I sing incaged	F
But I've a God and so have they	F
By whom that care's asswaged	F
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And he that gives us in these days	O
New lords may give us new laws	O
So that our present puppet plays	O
Our whimsies brauls and gew gaws	O
May turned be to songs of praise	O
And holy hallelujahs	O

George Wither

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