III
.
On
a
small
Building
in
the
Gothick
Taste
.
O
You
that
bathe
in
courtly
blysse
!
Or
toyle
in
fortune's
giddye
spheare
!
Doo
not
too
rashlye
deeme
amysse
Of
him
,
that
bydes
contentid
here
.
Nor
yet
disdeigne
the
russet
stoale
.
Whyche
o'er
each
carelesse
lymbe
he
flyngs
:
Nor
yet
deryde
the
beechen
bowle
,
In
whyche
he
quaffs
the
lympid
spryngs
.
Forgyve
hym
,
if
,
at
eve
or
dawne
.
Devoyde
of
worldlye
carke
he
stray
:
Or
,
all
besyde
some
flowerye
lawne
,
He
waste
his
inoffensive
day
.
So
man
He
pardonne
fraud
and
strife
,
If
such
in
courtlye
haunt
he
see
:
For
faults
there
beene
in
busye
lyfe
,
From
whyche
these
peacefull
glennes
are
free
.