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Edward Farr, ed.  Select Poetry of the Reign of Queen Elizabeth.  1845.
 
“That Christ did, that thou must die”
LXXIII. C. T.
 
        Mors, tua mors, Christe,
Fraus mundi, gloria cœli,
Et dolor inferni,
Sunt meditanda tibi.

THAT 1 Christ did, that thou must die,
The worldly fraude, the heauenly ioy,
The endles bitter paines of hell,
Tosse them, as tennis-balles, in minde.
 
But hereat some perhaps will sticke,        5
And say, who alwaies thinkes of death
Shall neuer looke with cheereful face,
But swarte, and wan, and halfe as dead.
 
Whereby appeares, whom nature hath
Forbidden beautie’s siluer show,        10
To good more prone and ready be
Than they whom nature hath decoerd.
 
The one, I will not maserate,
Saith he, my plum-round physnomie;
My straight-made lims I will not crooke,        15
To think of death, of deuill, or God.
 
The other saith, My fauour is harde,
My body croukte, of all despisde;
The world I leaue; it loues not me;
I ioy to think on heauenly things.        20
 
The happy blessed man
Doth loth this worldly life;
The wicked stryues in what he can
To whet still pleasure’s knife.
 
The wicked wighte bewailes the sight        25
Of deadly naked dart;
To blessed plight it bringes delight
Who gently yeeldes his hart.
 
Note 1. LXXIII. C. T.—Wrote “A Short Inuentory of certayne Idle Inuentions; the fruites of a close and secret garden of great ease, and little pleasure.” This work was published in 1581. [back]
 
 
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