Oh, thank you, my friend! I see that many of his poems celebrate what he apparently saw in his day-to-day life;
at any rate, I feel that I have an understanding of some things about the time he lived in. By today's standards I suppose his poems are quite simplistic, but hey--I like that kind! Here's another I thought was good:


Fortune Smiles

FORTUNE smiles, cry holiday,
Dimples on her cheeks do dwell,
Fortune frowns, cry welladay,
Her love is heaven, her hate is hell:
Since heaven and hell obey her power,
Tremble when her eyes do lour,
Since heaven and hell her power obey,
When she smiles, cry holiday.
Holiday with joy we cry
And bend, and bend and merrily,
Sing Hymns to Fortune's deity,
Sing Hymns to Fortune's deity.

Let us sing, merrily, merrily, merrily,
With our song let heaven resound,
Fortune's hands our heads have crown'd,
Let us sing merrily, merrily, merrily.

Thomas Dekker