With sighes and teares I say, O God I not denie, My youth with follie hath deserued, with follie for to dye. (5) But yet if euer sinfull man, might mercy moue to ruth, Good Lord with mercy do forgiue, the follies of my youth.
In youth I rangde the fieldes, where vices all did grow, In youth alas I wanted grace, such vice to ouerthrow: In youth what I thought sweete, most bitter now do finde, (10) Thus hath the follies of my youth, with follie kept me blind. Yet as the Eagle castes her bill, whereby her age renueth, +So Lord with mercy do forgiue, the follies of my youth.
FINIS. W. Hunnis.
No pleasure without some payne. +
H Ow can the tree, but wast and wither away, That hath not sometime comfort of the Sunne: How can that flower but fade, and soone decay, That alwayes is with darke cloudes runne. +(5) Is this a life, nay death you may it call, That feeles eche payne, and knoweth no ioy at all.
What foodlesse beast, can liue long in good plight, Or is it life, where sences there be none: Or what auayleth eyes, without their light? (10) Or els a tongue, to him that is alone. Is this a life? nay death you may it call, That feeles eche payne, and knowes no ioy at all.
Whereto serue eares, if that there be no sounde, Or such a head, where no deuise doth grow (15) But all of plaintes, since sorrow is the grounde, Whereby the hart, doth pine in deadly woe. Is this a life, nay death you may it call, That feeles eche payne, and knowes no ioy at all.
FINIS. L. Vaux.