158 Anne BradJlreeVs Works.
Yea, jurtice have I done, was I in place,
To chear the good, and wicked to deface.
The proud I crufti't, th'opprelled I let free,
The lyars curb'd, but nourifht verity.
Was I a Paftor, I my Flock did feed,
And gently lead the Lambs as they had need.
A Captain I, with Skill I train'd my Band,
And fhew'd them how in face of Foes to ftand.
A Souldier I, with fpeed I did obe}^
As readily, as could my leader fay.
Was I a labourer, I wrought all day
As cheerfully as e're I took my pay.
Thus hath mine Age in all fometimes done well,
Sometimes again, mine Age " been worfe then Hell.
In meannefs, greatnefs, riches, poverty.
Did toyle, did broyle, opprelT'd, did ileal and lye.
Was I as poor as poverty could be, [53]
Then bafenefs was Companion unto me.
Such fcum as hedges and high-ways do yield,
As neither low, nor reap, nor plant, nor build,
If to Agriculture I was ordain'd,
Great labours, forrows, CrolTes I fuftain'd.
The earl}^ Cock did fummon but in vain
My wakeful thoughts up to my painful gain: "
My weary Beaft reft from his toyle can lind,
But if I reft the more diftreft my mind.
« Sometimes mine age (in all).
^ After this the first edition has, —
For reftlelTe day and night, I'm rob'd of llec|i. Bv cankered care, who centinel doth keep.
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