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A Windmill faire, that all thinges had to grinde,
Which man coulde make, the father lefte his sonne:
The corne was broughte, there nothing lack'd, but winde,
And Customers, did freshlie to it ronne:
The sonne repoas'de his truste vppon the mill,
And dailie dream'de on plentie at his will.
And did not seeke, for other staie at all:
And thoughe hee founde, howe coulde the profit was,
And that soe small, vnto his share did fall:
Yet still he hoap'de, for better lucke at laste,
And put his truste, in eache vncertaine blaste.
Which idlie liue, and vainlie hoape for happe:
For while they hope, with wante they pine, wee see:
And verie fewe, are lul'de on fortunes lappe:
While grasse doth growe, the courser faire doth sterue,
And fortune sield, the wishers turne doth serue.
Cernis vt ignauum cor-
rumpant otia corpus?
Vt capiant vitium
ni moueantur aquae.
- vigilare decet ho-
minem,
Qui vult sua tempori
conficere officia.
Nam qui dormiunt li-
benter, sine lucro, &
cum malo quiescunt.