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Tixall Poetry.
How bravely men would live and dye,
Did not the fates two lives deny;
But since they us one only gave,
Ther's few well use even that they have.
Each cottage hath a single dore,
Poor men, alas! can build no more;
Great palaces esteeme it state
To have a fair and double gate.
Let not the eyes then be outdone,
By th' forehead, cause they're two for one;
Who hope that justice will do right,
Though she be blind to others' sight.
Eyes, where no pencil has a part,
Adorn'd by Nature, not by Art;
The only part from painting free,
Yet that wherein all colors be.
Did not the fates two lives deny;
But since they us one only gave,
Ther's few well use even that they have.
Each cottage hath a single dore,
Poor men, alas! can build no more;
Great palaces esteeme it state
To have a fair and double gate.
Let not the eyes then be outdone,
By th' forehead, cause they're two for one;
Who hope that justice will do right,
Though she be blind to others' sight.
Eyes, where no pencil has a part,
Adorn'd by Nature, not by Art;
The only part from painting free,
Yet that wherein all colors be.
