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The Soul Errand
To Sir Walter Raleigh Tomb.

Since my soul shall though go
Upon a thankless arrent too
I fear not to touch the best so
The truth shall be my warrant through 
I went since I need must die 
To gave the world the lie.

I say to the court, it glows
And shine like the rotten wood
I say to the church, it shows 
What`s good and doth no good
And as the church and court reply
I gave them both the lie.

And I tell potentates, they live
Acting by other`s same action 
Not been loved unless they give
Not that strong, but by a faction 
And as potentates so reply 
I gave potentates the lie.

Then men of high condition 
That so manage the estate 
Who`s purpose is ambition 
For their practice only hate 
I replied as the once reply
That I gave them all the lie.

I tell them that brave it most 
That bag for more by spending 
Who in their greatest cast 
Seek noting but commanding 
And as they make their reply 
I gave them all the lie.

O I tell zeal it wants devotion 
And for love it is but lust
I tell time it is but motion 
But to flesh it is but dust
And I wish them no reply  
For I must though gave the lie.

I tell age it daily wasteth
I tell honour how it alters
I tell beauty how she blasteth 
And to favour how it falters 
Though they so reply
And I gave everyone the lie.

So to wit of how much it wrangles 
In tickle point of niceness 
I tell wisdom she entangle 
Herself in over wiseness 
And when they do reply 
I straightly gave them the lie.

 While physic of her boldness
And skill of all it pretension 
I tell charity of her coldness 
Law of its contention 
They do though reply 
So I gave them still the lie.

I tell fortune of her blindness
And to nature of decay 
I tell friendship of unkindness 
So to justice of her delay
While they all reply 
I gave them all the lie.

Arts have no soundness 
But vary by esteeming 
That school want profoundness 
And stood too much on seeming 
As art and school so reply 
I gave art and school the lie.

And faith that it fled the city
I tell how the country erreth 
I tell manhood it shakes off  pity
That virtue least preferreth
And as they all reply
I never spare to give the lie.

Act I now all you command 
Telling the world in all you thought 
Of  law of church of faith to end
Of  physics of age of honour at night
Stab now at me he that will
No stab shall touch my soul be kill.

The High Hill Breeze.	
How massive and tall are you dear
That the heavenly sky lay its body here,
And the mother earth envies your richness
For all beauty behold your pretence. 
Are you a mountain or a type of it;
That trees, large birds, to reptiles home feet?
Though, man had no record to tale your myth,
That you alone had witness day and night. 
So I climb furthermore so high I climb,
Putting leaves ten step ahead one to not be snub
Will you tell me yourself or I do have to listen
To the malty strange scary song sounding too thin
That the more for I go that the more fear I breath.

Fare Well O Little Brother.
Fare well o little brother
Since you have no choose stay
That you journey down our border 
Through the vain and womb to say
For nine month or so in mother womb
And to day the earth receive you in tomb.

Dry your tears mother don’t cry
You are of sixty and seven and so
That was a fate you chose then way
Why shall your tears much fall oh no
Just bid it well and let go the odd
Let go the odd and forth him your word.

Tell the Mai

Tell the Mai that war had come
Knocking the wooden gate better he wake
Though the knight commander seem calm 
And the foes army are about to break 
In in hundreds with spear, swords, arrow, bow
To send down his head or his knees low.

If be asked from what messenger 
Tell the Mai his gayest spy
From the afar land where  dwell thunder 
That at first night when the light die 
They shall forth blood from the natives eyes 
They shall hump on the children before their eyes.

O tell the Mai that war had come 
Knocking the wooden gate better he wake
Though the knight commander seem calm
And the foes army are about to break
In, in hundreds with spear, swords, arrow, bow,
To send down his head or his knees low.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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