Brittons bovvre of delights Contayning many, most delectable and fine deuices, of rare epitaphes, pleasant poems, pastorals and sonets by N.B. Gent.

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Title: Brittons bovvre of delights Contayning many, most delectable and fine deuices, of rare epitaphes, pleasant poems, pastorals and sonets by N.B. Gent.
Author: Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626?
Publication: Imprinted at London :: By Richard Ihones, at the Rose and Crowne neere Holborne Bridge,; 1591.
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A deuice of Diogenes Tubbe.

DIo•…•…enes was tearmed but a Dogge,
Tide to a Tubbe where lay but little treasure:
Who for his life was counted but a Hogge,
That knewe no part of any worldly pleasure.
What said the king yet in his greatest throne,
Either himselfe Dogenes, or none.

For when the king did bid him aske and haue,
His minde was not of any masse of wealth:
He askt no more then other creatures haue,
The chiefest comfort of his happie health.
Take not away (quoth he) thou canst not giue,
Out of the Sunne, for by the same I liue.

The good poore soule doth thinke no creature harme,
Onely he liues obscurely in his Tunne,
Most is his care to keepe his carkas warme,
All his delight to looke vpon the Sunne:
And could the heauens but make the Sunne to know him
He should not liue should keepe his shining fro him.