Lily
10
How no age is content with his own estate, and how the age of children is happiest if they had skill to understand it by Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey
chosen by Nalee
LAID in my quiet bed, in study as I were,
I saw within my troubled head a heap of thoughts
And every thought did shew so lively in mine eyes,
That now I sigh’d, and then I smiled, as cause of
I saw the little boy in thought how oft that he
Did wish of God to scape the rod, a tall young
The young man eke that feels his bones with pains
How he would be a rich old man, to live and lie
The rich old man that sees his end draw on so sore,
How he would be a boy again, to live so much the
Wherat full oft I smiled, to see how all these three,
From boy to man, from man to boy, would chop
And musing thus I think, the case is very strange,
That man from wealth, to live in woe, doth ever
Thus thoughtful as I lay, I saw my wither’d skin,
How it doth shew my dented chews, the flesh was
And eke my toothless chaps, the gates of my right