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Mans Medley

 Hark, how the birds do sing,
And woods do ring!
All creatures have their joy, and man hath his.
Yet if we rightly measure, Man's joy and pleasure Rather hereafter than in present is.
To this life things of sense Make their pretence; In th' other angels have a right by birth.
Man ties them both alone, And makes them one, With th' one hand touching heaven, with th' other earth.
In soul he mounts and flies, In flesh he dies.
He wears a stuff whose thread is coarse and round, But trimmed with curious lace, And should take place After the trimming, not the stuff and ground.
Not that he may not here Taste of the cheer; But as birds drink and straight lift up their head, So must he sip and think Of better drink He may attain to after he is dead.
But as his joys are double, So is his trouble.
He hath two winters, other things but one: Both frosts and thoughts do nip And bite his lip, And he of all things fears two deaths alone.
Yet even the greatest griefs May be reliefs, Could he but take them right, and in their ways.
Happy is he whose heart Hath found the art To turn his double pains to double praise.

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