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| MAN’S 1 pleasures passe; respect them not; | |
| His glory glisters but a tyme; | |
| His famous fare is soone forgot; | |
| His highest hap breedes cursed crime: | |
| But this to thee doth chiefly tend; | 5 |
| But what thou dost, respect thy ende. | |
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| To graft thy glory in the glose | |
| Of gorgeous geere and braue araie, | |
| Were sure to plant a vaine suppose | |
| On that which weares betymes away: | 10 |
| The surest shroude that may thee shend, | |
| Is, what thou dost respect thy ende. | |
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| Attempt no trade that tickle is, | |
| Or that which standes aboue thy strength; | |
| For sure the path to perfect blisse | 15 |
| Hath not the square for such a length: | |
| But when thou wouldst thyselfe defend, | |
| In what thou dost respect thy ende. | |
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| For when that doubtes and deepe delayes | |
| Can not ascertaine thy pretence, | 20 |
| Presume not much, nor set assayes | |
| To that thou canst not well conuince: | |
| From hence all hap doth still descend; | |
| In what thou dost respect the ende. | |
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| Or if the thing thou maist attaine | 25 |
| For present tyme hath pleasant tast, | |
| Returne betimes to this againe, | |
| To see if like it be at last; | |
| And trust no stayes that eases lend, | |
| But what thou dost, respect the ende. | 30 |
