Not long am I graunted this life to enioy,
So many there are that worke mee annoy.
O Lord how they rent mee, it cannot bee told:
What torments I suffer in heat and in cold.
One while am I drowned, such hap doth befal,
Then next doe they rost me: yet this is not al.
When thus they haue vsde me, they cannot forbeare me,
Ere first being beaten, by peecemeale they teare me.
Then serue I the turne of euery estate,
But one kinde of people mee deadly doth hate.
(Humfrey Gifford)
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