Classic Poem

Tyme and trust doth trie both weake and sure,
O blisful hap that trust in time maye reache:
The patients paine which sicknesse doth procure,
Hath health or ende, at last to be his leache.
Effects (alas) I see doe fall out harde,
Lost labor reapes the crop of lyngering griefe,
And friendships force, through falshoode is debarde.
Despite denies deserte to reache reliefe,
I see some smyle as they were gyrte with gladnesse,
Stayde vp by hope, though drencht in deepe dispayre:
Preferring sporte, but daunted downe with sadnesse.
Enioying nought, yet faine to flye in th'ayre.
Kept farre from you (God graunt) all such annoye,
Embraste to be with them that lyue in ioye.