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LIV

MAN'S MEDLEY

Hark how the birds do sing

And woods do ring:

All creatures have their joy, and man hath his.

Yet if we rightly measure,

Man's joy and pleasure

Rather hereafter than in present is.

To this life things of sense

Make their pretence;

In the other Angels have a right by birth:

Man ties them both alone,

And makes them one,

With the one hand touching Heaven, with the other earth.

Not that he may not here

Taste of the cheer;

But as birds drink, and straight lift up their head,

So must he sip, and think

Of better drink

He may attain to after he is dead.

But as his joys are double,

So is his trouble:

He hath two winters, other things but one;

Both frosts and thoughts do nip

And bite his lip;

And he of all things fears two deaths alone.

Yet ev'n the greatest griefs

May be reliefs,

Could he but take them right and in their ways.

Happy is he whose heart

Hath found the art

To turn his double pains to double praise!

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