Englands Parnassus: or the choysest flowers of our moderne poets, with their poeticall comparisons Descriptions of bewties, personages, castles, pallaces, mountaines, groues, seas, springs, riuers, &c. Whereunto are annexed other various discourses, both pleasaunt and profitable.

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Englands Parnassus: or the choysest flowers of our moderne poets, with their poeticall comparisons Descriptions of bewties, personages, castles, pallaces, mountaines, groues, seas, springs, riuers, &c. Whereunto are annexed other various discourses, both pleasaunt and profitable.
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Albott, Robert, fl. 1600.
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Imprinted at London :: For N. L[ing,] C. B[urby] and T. H[ayes],
1600.
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English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700.
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"Englands Parnassus: or the choysest flowers of our moderne poets, with their poeticall comparisons Descriptions of bewties, personages, castles, pallaces, mountaines, groues, seas, springs, riuers, &c. Whereunto are annexed other various discourses, both pleasaunt and profitable." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A16884.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed April 30, 2024.

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Care.

—Another shape appeares Of greedy Care still brushing vp the knees, His knuckles knobd, his flesh deep dented in: With tawed hands, and hardy tanned skin, The morrow gray no sooner hath begun To spred his light, euen peeping in our eies, When he is vp and to his worke yrunne, But let the nights black mistie mantels rise, And with foule darke neuer so much disguise The faire bright day, yet ceaseth he no where, But hath his candles to prolong his toyle. M. Sackuill.
Rude was his garment, and to rags all rent, No better had he, ne for better carde: With blistered hands among the cynders brent, And fingers filthy, with long nayles vnpared, Right for to rend the food on which he fared. His name was Care; a black Smyth by his trade: That neither day nor night from working spared. But to small purpose yron wedges made, Those be vnquiet thoughts, that woful minds inuade. Ed. Spencer.
Care keepes his watch in euery olde mans eye, And where Care lodges, sleepe will neuer lie:

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But where vnbruiz'd youth with vnstuft braine Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleepe doth raine. W. Shakespeare.
Care and suspition are faire Bewties dower. M. Drayton.
Care the consuming canker of the minde, The discord that disorders sweet-hearts tune, Th'abortiue bastard of a coward minde, The lightfoote lackie that runnes poste by death, Bearing the leters which containe our end: The busie aduocate that sells his breath, Denouncing worst to him is most his frend, H. Constable.
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