Exhortatio

O life of much availe! O worldlings it insue!
So shall you not be ledde by gold, but gold be rulde by you;
So shall you keepe him bright, that mouldeth in your chest,
So shall the world speake well of you, your conscience so in rest.
The sweetest joyes of all, though death your farewell give,
So, so; your soules with his in heaven, your soules with his in heaven, your fames on earth shall live.
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