A Fruytful Short Dialogue Poem by Charles Pyrrye

A Fruytful Short Dialogue



W. I will not knit before I knowe, C.
Care not for long delaye: W.
And so I shall doe best I trowe: C.
It is the wisest waye.
W. The knot vnknowen I may repente, C.
But then it is to late: W.
Whiche way mought I this il preuent? C.
If ignorance you hate.
W. Encline my hart therto I muste, C.
Suche wisdome now is rare: W.
Repentace then neede not I trust, C.
Then shall you flie from care.
W. Can no man lose the knote once knit? C.
Once knit it must abide: W.
Good sage aduice therfore is fit, C.
Your wordes for truth are tride.
W. Examples can you here find out?
C. Examples yea great store. W.
Som of them dwelling here about? C.
Remaining here a score.
W. Such as by hast haue found the lost. C.
Preuenting soe their care: W.
The turning spit who eates the rost C.
You yf you can beware.
W. New hastie bandes adew, farwel, C.
Remember time trieth truth: W.
God graunt I folowe good councell? C.
Then call to minde your youth.
W. Yf I doe not I shall bewaile. C.
In that you say the best: W.
Repentance then will not preuaile, C.
Euen so then seeke for rest.

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