Hee, and no judge, that never had the skill
With words, one better then himselfe to kill:
Nor ere did lay a plot for to oppresse
The new made widdow, and the fatherlesse:
Nor ever did Church-lands or Commons wring
From God; both dead and living injuring:
Certes is cleere from many crying crimes;
Yet such, as be, made customes by the times.
But you Sir Thomas ‘midst your fortunes must
Regard, that you, and what is yours are dust
That in this world, you have but a short lease,
And may be turn’d out when your Land-lord please.
Know eke that what is yours, is yours to give
And live so well, that you may die to live.
(Ralph Knevet)
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