Epitaphes, epigrams, songs and sonets with a discourse of the friendly affections of Tymetes to Pyndara his ladie. Newly corrected with additions, and set out by George Turbervile Gentleman.

Againe.

LEt neuer man presume on worldly wealth, Let riches neuer bréede a loftie minde, Let no man boast to much of perfite health Let Natures gifts make no man ouer blinde For these are all but Bladders full of winde. Let friendship not enforce a retchlesse thought, Let no desart or life well led before, Let no renowne or glorie greatly sought

Make man forget his present state the more: For death is he that kéepes and rids the store. If eyther health, or goods had béene of powre, If Natures giftes, or friendship and good will, If lyfe forepast, if glories Golden Bowre Mought haue preuaild, or stopt the dolefull Knill Of Tufton, then had Tufton liued still. But now you sée that Death hath quight vndoon His last of lyfe, and put him to the foile, Yet liues the vertue that aliue he woon, The times alone are shrowded in the soile: Thus Death is ende of all this worldlesse toile.