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Which was once a happie wight, and hie in Fortunes grace: And which did spend my golden prime, in running pleasures race, Am now enforst of late, contrariwise to mourne, Since fortune ioies, into annoies, my former state to turne.

The toiling oxe, the horse, the asse, haue time to take their rest, Yea all things else which Nature wrought, sometimes haue ioies in brest: Saue onelie I and such which vexed are with paine: For still in teares, my life it weares, and so I must remaine.

How oft haue I in folded armes, enioied my delight, How oft haue I excuses made, of her to haue a sight? But now to fortunes wil, I caused am to bow. And for to reape a hugie heape, which youthful yeares did sow.

Wherefore all ye which do as yet, remaine and bide behind: Whose eies dame beauties blazing beams, as yet did neuer blind. Example let me be, to you and other more: Whose heauie hart, hath felt the smart, subdued by Cupids lore.