Thou Gaudy Idle world adieu, <br />& all thy tinsell Joys; <br />I lovd thee dearly once tis true, <br />But since a better choice I knew, <br />Ive made that better choice. <br />My wishes mount above the sky <br />Upon the wings of faith, <br />My soul shall follow when I dy, <br />For much I doubt if bodys fly, <br />What ever Asgill saith. <br />All things are fickle here below, <br />How ere above they be, <br />& If I had not left thee now, <br />Thy pleasures had left me. <br />Count but the changes Memory <br />Which your short time has known, <br />This is the third King which you see <br />Upon the English throne. <br />The Irish who by Williams reign <br />Were run so much aground, <br />Do by the Trust (confound it) Gain <br />three hundred thousand pound. <br />& My acquaintance wonder not <br />When you my change discover <br />Ev'n Methwin has a prayr book bought <br />'Gainst Rochester comes over.<br /><br />Thomas Parnell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thou-gaudy-idle-world-adieu/
