I lose my end: for here as well as I
A desperate may live, and a coward die.
45Stagge, dogge, and all which from, or towards flies,
Is paid with life, or pray, or doing dyes.
Fate grudges us all, and doth subtly lay
A scourge,'gainst which wee all forget to pray,
He that at sea prayes for more winde, as well
50Under the poles may begge cold, heat in hell.
What are wee then? How little more alas
Is man now, then before he was? he was