Of Cosmus heyre

WHen all men thought old Cosmus was a dying,
And had by Will giu'n thee much goods & lands,
Oh, how the little Cosmus fell a crying
Oh, how he beates his brests, and wring his hands!
How feruently for Cosmus health he pray'd!
What worthy Almes he vow'd, on that condition:
But when his pangs a little were allayd,
nd health seem'd hoped, by the learn'd Physicion,
Then though his lips, all loue, and kindnesse vanted,
His heart did pray, his prayer might not be granted.