Sonnet

I feare to me such fortune be assign'd
As was to thee, who did so well deserue,
Braue H ALKERSTONE , even suff'red here to sterue
Amidst base-minded freinds, nor true, nor kind.
Why were the Fates and Furies thus combined,
Such worths for such disasters to reserue?
Yet all those euills neuer made thee swerue
From what became a well-resolued mind;
For swelling greatnesse neuer made thee smyle,
Despising greatnesse in extreames of want;
O happy thrice whom no distresse could dant!
Yet thou exclaimed, O time! O age! O isle!
Where flatterers, fooles, baudes, fidlers, are rewarded,
Whilst vertue sterues vnpitied, vnregarded.
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