Thocht he this warld had eist and west,
All wer povertie but glaidness:
For to be blyth me think it best.

Quho suld for tynsall drowp or de, {92a}
For thyng that is bot vanitie;
Sen to the lyfe that evir dois lest,
Heir is bot twynkling of an ee:
For to be blyth me think it best.

Had I for warldis unkyndness
In hairt tane ony heviness,
Or fro my plesans bene opprest;
I had bene deid lang syne dowtless:
For to be blyth me think it best.

How evir this warld do change and vary,
Lat us in hairt nevir moir be sary,
But evir be reddy and addrest
To pass out of this frawfull fary: {92b}
For to be blyth me think it best.



DOWSABELL
BY MICHAEL DRAYTON.



Far in the country of Arden