Humanae miseriae

SEE here our humane miseries in breife,
That doe our life, vnto the last amate,
And sawce the sweete, with feare, and howerly griefe,
Diseasing oft, the high, and happiest state:
A Rod, the world, a Woman, Ages greife,
Which fower, the wisest doe account the cheife.

His childish yeares, the Rod keepes vnder still,
His youth with Loue, and strong affectes is vext,
That headlong force him, pliable to ill,
A retchles wife, and worldly cares are next:
And when both youth, and middle age be past,
Diseases straunge, doe end him at the last.