To Certaine Questions And Riddles Ensuing: Xiii Poem by Humfrey Gifford
To Certaine Questions And Riddles Ensuing: Xiii
Amongst the firiendships rare,
Of which old writers tell:
This may bee plaste in highest roome,
And doth deserue it well.
Whiles death with gasping throte
Did gape for bloody pray,
Life conquered death, and saude that life,
Which death did seeke to slay.
That life which did this deede,
As death would straight haue slaine:
That life which late by him was saude,
Preserude from death againe.
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