Upon His Sabboth

W hiles G REENHAM writeth of the Sabboths rest,
His soule inioyes that which his pen exprest:
His worke inioyes not what it selfe doth say,
For it shall neuer finde one resting day.
A thousand hands shall tosse each page and line,
Which shall be scanned by a thousand eyne.
That Sabboths rest, or this Sabboths vnrest,
Hard is to say whether is the happiest.
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