Newe sonets, and pretie pamphlets. Written by Thomas Howell gentelman

Keper to his frende Hovvell.

WHen surging Seas with raginge blastes be blowen, In whiche is man with ship of troublous saile, He must beware least Hulcke be ouerthrowen: When deathly seas compels weake hart to quaile: So though thou be returnd from Port of blisse, With hoysing waues and windes so hardly tost: Thou maist thy selfe full well assure of this, Thou art not he that first hath had the lost. It is a healpe sometimes in miserie, To haue a sort as felows eke of thrall, Ah many man hath felt the chaunce of thee: When witlesse youth doth range so prodigall. Then hoyse thy sayle and be not ouerblowen, The feare of harmes may not thy stomacke slake. And rise from couche when chearefull light is showen, And draw thee backe from paines of Plutoes lake.

Haue stronger hart then simple Birdes on trée, Let manly corps, a manly minde embrace, No woes can helpe: then frende be rulde by mée, Let pacience in quiet breast haue place: For all disease for cares and woes each one, A quiet minde, is only salue alone.

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