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39 Too fond were I, here thus to lie, 
Unles that welth mought further helth, 
And profit some should thereby come, 
to helpe withall: 
This causeth mee well pleasde to bee, 
Such drift to make, such life to take, 
Enforsing minde remorse to finde, 
as neede neede shall. 
40 Friend, al thing waid, that here is said, Happie that 
liues well, 
And being got, that paies the shot, vabs pie! 
Me thinke of right haue leaue I might, 
(death drawing neere :) 
To seeke some waies, my God to praies, 
And mercy craue, in time to haue, 
And for the rest, what he thinkes best, 
to suffer heere. 
FINIS. 
{Of edition of 1580, but see over. } 
