<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345937" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Dyttie To Hey Downe</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who sekes to tame the blustering winde,<br>Or causse the floods bend to his wyll,<br>Or els against dame nature's kinde<br>To 'change' things frame by cunning skyll:<br>That man I thinke bestoweth paine,<br>Thoughe that his laboure be in vaine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who strives to breake the sturdye steele,<br>Or goeth about to staye the sunne;<br>Who thinks to causse an oke to reele,<br>Which never can by force be done:<br>That man likewise bestoweth paine,<br>Thoughe that his laboure be in vaine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who thinks to stryve against the streame,<br>And for to sayle without a maste;<br>Unlesse he thinks perhapps to faine,<br>His travell ys forelorne and waste;<br>And so in cure of all his paine,<br>His travell ys his cheffest gaine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So he lykewise, that goes about<br>To please eche eye and every eare,<br>Had nede to have withouten doubt<br>A golden gyft with him to beare;<br>For evyll report shall be his gaine,<br>Though he bestowe both toyle and paine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">God grant eche man one to amend;<br>God send us all a happy place;<br>And let us pray unto the end<br>That we may have our princes grace.<br>Amen, amen! so shall we gaine<br>A dewe reward for all our paine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anonymous+Olde+English">Anonymous Olde English</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345937" data-title="A Dyttie To Hey Downe de Anonymous Olde English" data-description="Who sekes to tame the blustering winde, Or causse the floods bend to his wyll, Or els against dame nature's kinde To 'change' things frame by cunning skyll: That man I thinke bestoweth paine, Thoughe that his laboure be in vaine. Who strives to b..."></div> </div> </div>

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