Wherein hopest thou, that makes thee so to swell?
Riches? alack it taries not a day,
But where fortune the fickle list to dwell:
In thy children? how hardlie shalt thou finde,
Them all at once, good and thriftie and kinde:
Thy wife? o’ faire but fraile mettall to trust,
Seruants? what theeues? what threachours and iniust?
Honour perchance? it restes in other men:
Glorie? a smoake: but wherein hopest thou then?
In Gods iustice? and by what merite tell?
In his mercy? o’ now thou speakest wel,
But thy lewd life hath lost his loue and grace,
Daunting all hope to put dispaire in place.
We read that Crates the Philosopher Cinicke
in respect of the manifold
discommodities of mans life, held opinion that it
was best for man neuer
to haue bene borne or soone after to dye, [Optimum
non nasci vel cito
mori] of whom certaine verses are left written
in Greeke which I haue
Englished, thus.
What life is the liefest? the needy
is full of woe and awe,
The wealthie full of brawle and brabbles
of the law:
To be a married man? how much art thou
beguild,
Seeking thy rest by carke, for houshold
wife and child:
To till it is a toyle, to grase some honest
gaine,
But such as gotten is with great hazard
and paine:
The sayler of his shippe, the marchant
of his ware,
The souldier in armes, how full of dread
and care?
A shrewd wife brings thee bate, wiue not
and neuer thriue,
Children a charge, childlesse the greatest
lacke aliue:
Youth witlesse is and fraile, age sicklie
and forlorne,
Then better to dye soone, or neuer to
be borne.
Metrodorus the Philosopher Stoick was
of a contrary opinion, reuersing
all the former suppositions against Crates,
thus.
What life list ye to lead? in good
Citie and towne
Is wonne both wit and wealth, Court gets
vs great renowne,
Countrey keepes vs in heale, and quietnesse
of mynd,
Where holesome aires and exercise and
pretie sports we find:
Traffick it turnes to gaine, by land and
eke by seas,
The land-borned liues safe, the forriene
at his ease:
Housholder hath his home, the roge romes
with delight,
And makes moe merry meales, then dothe
the Lordly wight:
Wed and thost hast a bed, of solace and
of ioy,
Wed not and haue a bed, of rest without
annoy:
The setled loue is safe, sweete is the
loue at large,
Children they are a store, no children
are no charge,
Lustie and gay is youth, old age honourd
and wise:
Then not to dye or be unborne, is best
in myne aduise.


