From the foure corners of the worlde doe haste.
Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas
My lovely living boy, My hope, my hap, my love, my life, my joy.
life
For where's the state beneath the firmament That doth excel the bees for government?
government
Not unlike the bear which bringeth forth In the end of thirty dayes a shapeless birth; But after licking, it in shape she drawes, And by degrees she fashions out the pawes, The head, and neck, and finally doth bring To a perfect beast that first deformed thing.
birth theend
Will change the pebbles of our puddly thought To orient pearls.
change
In every hedge and ditch both day and night We fear our death, of every leafe affright.
death
In the jaws of death.
Who well lives, long lives; for this age of ours Should not be numbered by years, daies, and hours.
age
To man the earth seems altogether No more a mother, but a step-dame rather.
man
There is no theam more plentifull to scan Than is the glorious goodly frame of man.
The world's a stage where God's omnipotence, His justice, knowledge, love, and providence Do act the parts.
Who breaks his faith, no faith is held with him.
faith
Much like the French (or like ourselves, their apes), Who with strange habit do disguise their shapes; Who loving novels, full of affectation, Receive the manners of each other nation.
french nations manners affectation
Yielding more wholesome food than all the messes That now taste-curious wanton plenty dresses.
food
The will for deed I doe accept.
deeds
haste
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