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William Stanley Braithwaite, ed.  The Book of Elizabethan Verse.  1907.
THE SEA 1 hath many thousand sands,
The sun hath motes as many;
The sky is full of stars, and Love
As full of woes as any:
Believe me, that do know the elf,        5
And make no trial by thyself.
It is in truth a pretty toy
For babes to play withal;
But O, the honies of our youth
Are oft our age’s gall:        10
Self-proof in time will make thee know
He was a prophet told thee so:
A prophet that, Cassandra-like,
Tells truth without belief;
For headstrong youth will run his race,        15
Although his goal be grief:
Love’s martyr, when his heat is past,
Proves Care’s confessor at the last.
Note 1. From Robert Jones’ The Muses’ Garden of Delights, 1610. [back]

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