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In Aman's pomp poor Mardocheus wept,
Yet God did turn his fate upon his foe;
The Lazar pined while Dives' feast was kept,
Yet he to heaven, to hell did Dives go.
We trample grass and prize the flowers of May,
Yet grass is green when flowers do fade away.

— Robert Southwell

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Times go by turns and chances change by course,
From foul to fair, from better hap to worse.

I feel no care of coin,
Well-doing is my wealth;
My mind to me an empire is,
While grace affordeth health.

Grant me grace, O God! that I
My life may mend, sith I must die.

To rise by others' fall
I deem a losing gain;
All states with others' ruins built
To ruin run amain.

No joy so great but runneth to an end,
No hap so hard but may in fine amend.

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