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WEake is
th'assurance that weake flesh reposeth,
In her owne
powre and scorneth others ayde:
that soonest fals
when as she most supposeth,
her selfe assurd, and is
of nought affrayd.
All flesh is frayle, and all her
strength vnstayd,
like a vaine bubble blowen vp with
ayre:
deuouring tyme & changeful chance haue prayd,
her glories pride that none may it repayre.
Ne
none so rich or wise, so strong or fayre,
but
fayleth trusting on his owne assurance:
and he that
standeth on the hyghest stayre
fals lowest: for on
earth nought hath endurance.
Why then doe ye proud
fayre, misdeeme so farre,
that to your selfe ye most
assured arre.
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