Riddle #8

Long is it since to the world I came,
Small Am I of body, poore, feeble, and lame/
Yet none in this worlde, nor one neyther other,
In richesse and substance surpasse my mother.
Not long am I graunted this life to enjoy,
So many there are that worke me annoy.
O Lord how they rent mee, it cannot bee told:
What torments I suffer in heat and in cold.
One while I am drowned, such hap doth befal,
Then next doe they rost me: yet this is not al.
When thus they have vsde me, They cannot forbeare me,
Ere first being beaten, by peacemeale they teare me.
Then serue I the turne of euery estate,
But one kinde of people mee deadly doth hate.

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