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IHtie needy beggar * catcheth an halfpenny , Some men , a thousand pound , some less , some more * But , for all that * she keepeth evor in store , Ftohi ev ' ry man , some parcel of his will , That he may pray therefore , and serve her still .
Some man hath goods , but children hath he none , Some man hath both , but he can get no health , Some have all three , but up to honour ' s throne , Can he not creep , by no manner of stealth . To soniu she sendeth children , riches , health , Honour , worship $ nd reverence , all his life , But yet she pincheth him , with a shrewd wife .
Then , forasmuch as it is fortune ' s guise To grant to man , all thing that he will aocty But . as herself list order and devise , Doth ev ' ry man , his part divide , and tax , I counsel you , each one , truss up ^ your packs , And take no thing at all , or be confent , With such reward as fortune hath you sent .
Lines by Sir Thomas More while a prisoner in the Tower . ( 1534 . ) On occasion qf a visit from Secretary Cromwell for the purpose of persuading More to accept the King * s pardon ly taking the Oath of Supremacy . Ey flatfxing fortune ; ! look thou ne ' er so fair , Or ne ' er so pleasantly begin to smile ,
As though thou would'st my ruin all repair , During my life , thou shalt not me beguile . Trust shall I , God , to enter in , a while , His haven of heaven , sure and uniform , Ever after thy calm , look I'for a storm , *
• The following Letter may suitably accompany these lines as a specimen of the writer's cheerful piety , worthy of a purer faith , and displaying How shined the soul , unconquer * d in the Tower * € t A Letter written , with a coal , by Sir Thomas More to his daughter Mistress Roper , within a while after he was prisoner in the Tower . ' Mine own good Daughter , our Lord be thanked I am in good health of body , and in good quiet of mind : and of worldly things , I no more desire than I have , I beseech him , make you , all merry , in ttit hope of heaven .
And such thirigs as I somewhat longed to talk with you all , concerning the world to con ) e , our Lord put th ^ m into your minds , as f trust he doth , and better too , by his holy spirit : who bless you , and preserve you alL Writtet * with a coal , by yo uc tender laying father , who , in his poor prayers , fbrgctteth none of you all , nor your babes , nor your nurses , nor your good husbands , nor your good husbands' shrewd wives , nor your fathers shrewd wife neither , nor our other friends . And th ^ s far e ye heartily wclf , for lack of paper . THOMAS MORE , K > nx « ut . "
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Jan. 2, 1814, page 45, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2436/page/45/