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850<br />
855<br />
860<br />
865<br />
That whilst I traffic in this world of woes,<br />
My soul no more in lusts may be entrapped.<br />
Great are my faults, Oh me, most wilful witted:<br />
But if each one were just, there were no place<br />
To show thy power that sins might be remitted.<br />
Let then, O Lord, thy mercy quite displace,<br />
The lewd and endless sins I have committed,<br />
Through thine unspeakable and endless grace.<br />
The Second.<br />
Such dark obscured clouds at once encumbered<br />
My mind, my heart, my thoughts from grace<br />
retired<br />
With swarms of sins that never may be<br />
numbered,<br />
That hope of virtue quite in me expired.<br />
When as the Lord of hosts, my gracious Father,<br />
Bent on my dulled powers his beams of<br />
brightness,<br />
And my confused spirits in one did gather<br />
Too long ensnared by vanity and lightness.<br />
A perfect zeal (not office of my senses)<br />
So seized my judgement smothered in his miss,<br />
That Heaven I wished and loathed this earthly jail,<br />
My heart disclaimed vile thoughts and vain<br />
pretences.<br />
And my desires were shut in seemly vail, 1<br />
So that I said, “Lord, what a world is this?”<br />
After such time as he had received his judgement,<br />
he grew into this meditation of the miseries of<br />
1 vail something which obscures or cloaks.<br />
T HOMAS L ODGE<br />
870<br />
875<br />
880<br />
885<br />
890<br />
43<br />
life, which I dare avow is both worthy the reading<br />
and noting, yea even among the learnedest.<br />
The Third.<br />
A shop of shame, a gain of life-long grief,<br />
A heaven for fools, a hell to perfect wise,<br />
A theatre of blames where death is chief,<br />
A golden cup where poison hidden lies.<br />
A storm of woes without one calm of quiet,<br />
A hive that yieldeth hemlock and no honey,<br />
A booth of sin, a death to those that try it,<br />
A fair where cares are sold withouten money.<br />
A fleshly joy, a grave of rotten bones,<br />
A spring of tears, a let 2 of true delight,<br />
A loss of time, a labyrinth of moans,<br />
A pleasing pain, a prison of the sprite,<br />
Is this my life: why cease I then resolved,<br />
To pray with Paul 3 and wish to be dissolved?<br />
Thus endeth the life of William Longbeard: a<br />
glass 4 for all sorts to look into, wherein the highminded<br />
may learn to know the mean, and corrupt<br />
consciences may read the confusion of their<br />
wickedness. Let this example serve to withdraw<br />
the bad-minded from Bedlam 5 insolence, and<br />
encourage the good to follow godliness, so have I<br />
that fruit of my labour which I desire, and God<br />
shall have the glory, to whom be all praise.<br />
—1593<br />
FINIS.<br />
2 let hindrance, stop.<br />
3 To pray with Paul This might be a reference to any of the places in<br />
his Letters where Paul expresses his desire to abandon the body and<br />
become one with Christ after death: for example, Romans 7:24-8:3; 1<br />
Corinthians 15:50-58; 2 Corinthians 4:8-18.<br />
4 glass mirror.<br />
5 Bedlam mad, insane.