The Husbandman and his Sons. Fab. 65.
A Husbandman that on his death-bed lay,
Having two Sons, unto them thus did say:
My sons, ye know I love you with my heart,
But I from you, and all the world must part;
All that I have to give, or leave behind,
Is yours, dig in my vineyard, ye shall find.
The Father dies, the sons in hope of treasure,
Doe delve and dig the vineyard out of measure:
Many a day they wrought, and turn'd the ground,
But not a dram of coine, or gold, they found,
Yet lost no labour, for the vineyard bore
More grapes that yeare, than it had three before.
Morall.
Mans travell his assured treasure is,
What wealth comes otherwise is fortunes blisse: