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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A04053) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 8723) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 250:12) The[n]terlude of youth [24] p. : ill. (woodcut) By [J. King for?] Iohn waley dwellyng in Foster lane, [Imprinted at London : [1557]] In verse. Caption title. Ostensible printer's name and address from colophon; possible actual printer and publication date from STC. Signatures: A-C⁴. Reproduction of the original in the Henry E. Huntington Library and Art Gallery. eng eebo The[n]terlude of youth. [no entry] 1557 22 4554 19 0 0 0 3 0 41.74 D The rate of 41.74 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the D category of texts with between 35 and 100 defects per 10,000 words. 2002-02 Assigned for keying and markup 2002-02 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2002-04 Sampled and proofread 2002-04 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2002-05 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion Harry Ransom Center, The University of Texas at Austin, PFORZ 526 PFZ
Thēterlude of youth .

IEsu that his armes dyd sprede And on a tree was done to dead From all perils he you defende I desyre audyence tyl I haue made an ende For am come from God aboue To occupye his lawes to your behoue And am named Charytye There maye no man saued be wythout the helpe of me For he that Charytye doth refuse Other vertues thought he do vse ●●e●out charitye it wyl ●●t ●e For it is written in the faythe Qui manet in charitate in deo monet I am the gate I tell the Of heauen that ioyful citye Ther maye no mak thider come But of charyty he must haue some Or ye may not come iwis Unto heauen the citie of blysse Therfore charitie who wil hym take A pure soule it wyl him make Before the face of God In the . A.B.C. of bokes the least yt is written deus charitas est Lo charytie is a great thinge Of all vertues it is the kynge Whan God in earth was here liuinge Of charyti he found none endinge I was planted in his hart We two might not departe Out of hys harte I dyd sprynge Throughe the myght of the heauen kinge And all prestes that be Maye singe no masse without charitie And chary to them they do not take Thei may not receyue him that did them make And all thys worlde of noughte youthe . A backe felowes and gyue me roume Or I shall make you to auoyde sone I am goodle of persone I am pereles where euer I come My name is youth I tell the I florysh as the vine tre who may belikeneth vnto me In my youthe and Iolytye My hearte is royall and bushed thicke My body plyaunt as a hasel styck Mine armes be bothe fayre and strong My fingers be both faire and longe My chest bigge as a tunne My legges be full lighte for to runne To hoppe and daunce and make mery By the masse I recke not a chery What so euer I do I am the heyre of my fathers lande And it is come into my hande I care for nomore charite . Are you so disposed to doo To folowe vyce and set vertue go youthe . Ye syr euen so For nowe a dayes he is not set by Without he be vnthryftye charite . You had nede to aske God mercye Why do you so prase your body youthe . Why knaue what is that to the wylt thou let me to prayse my body why shuld I not praise it & it be goodli I wil not let for the charite . What shal it be whan thou shalt flyt For the wealth into the pyt Therfore of it be not to boolde Least thou forthink it whan thou art olde ye maye be lykened to a tre In youth floryshyng with royalte And in age it is cut downe And to the fyre is throwne So shalt thou but thou amende Be burned in hel without ende 〈◊〉 Be ware leaste thou thyder go Hence caytyfe go thy way Or with my dagger I shal the slay Hens knaue out of this place Or I shall lay the on the face Sayest thou that I shal go to hel For euer more there to dwel I had leuerthou had euyll fare charite A yet syr do by my rede And aske mercy for thy mysdede And thou shalt be an herytoure of blysse Where al ioye and myrthe is Where thou shal se a gloryus syght Of aungeles singyng with saintes bright Before the face of God youthe . What syrs abowe the sky I hah nede of a ladder to climbe so hie But what and the ladder slyppe Than I am deceyued yet And if I fal I catche a quecke I may fortune to breke my necke And that ioynte is yll to set Nay nay not so charite O yet remember cal to thy minde The mercy of God passeth al thyng For it is wryten by noble clerkes The mercye of God passeth all werkes That witnesseth holy scrypture saynge thus Miseratio domini super omnia opera eius Therfore doute not goodes grace Ther of is plenty in euery place youthe . what me thynke ye be clerkyshe For ye speake good gibbryshe Syr I pray you and you haue any store Soyle me a questyon or ye cast out any more Least whan your connynge is all done My question haue no solucyon Syr and it please you thys Why do men eate mustred with salfishe Sir I praye you soile me thys question That I haue put to your discrecyon charite . This question is but vanitie yt longeth not to me Suche questions to assoyle youthe Sir by god that me dere bought I se your connynge is littell or nought And I shuld folowe your scole Sone ye wold make a fole Therfore crake no longer here Least I take you on the eare And make your head to ake charite . Sir it falleth not for me to fight Nether by day ne be night Therfore do my counsayle I saye Than to heuen thou shalt haue thy way youthe . No syr I thynke ye wyll not fighte But to take a mannes purs in the night ye wyll not say nay For suche holy caitifes Were wonte to be theues And such wolde be hanged as hye As a man may se with his eye In faith this same is true charite . God saue euery christen body From such euell destenye And sende vs of his grace In heuen to haue a place youthe . Nay nay I warrant the He hathe no place for the We nest thou he wyll haue suche fooles To syt on his gaie stooles Naye I warrant the naye Humilitye . Well sir I put me in goddes wyll whether he wyll me saue or spyll And sir I pray you do so And truste in god what so euer ye do youthe . Syr I praye the olde thy peace And talke to me of no goodnes And soone loke thou go thy waye Leste with my dagger I the slaye In faythe yf thou mene my harte Thou shalte be wearye of thy parte Or thou and I haue done charite . Thynke what God suffered for the His armes to be spred vpon a tree A knight with a speare opened his side In his harte appeared a wounde wyde That bought both you and me youthe . Goddes faste what is that to me Thou dawe wylte thou rede me In my youth to lose my ioylytie Hence knaue and go thy waye Or wyth my dagger I shall the slaye charite . O syr heare what I you tell , And be ruled after my counsell That ye might syt in heuen hye with God and his company youthe . A yet of God thou wilte not ceasse Tyll I fyght in good earneste On my fayth I tell the true yf I fyght I tell the true All the dayes of thy lyfe charite Syr I ●e wen none other wise or I wyll go to my brother Humilitie And take good counsayle of hym Howe it is best to be do theryn youthe ye mary sire I pray you of that Me thinke it were a good sight of your backe I wolde se your heles hither And your brother and you together Fettred fine fast I wys and I had the kay ye shulde singe wel away charite . Or I let you lose Fare well my maysters euerychone I wyll come agayne anone youthe . And tel you howe I haue done And thou come hither agayne I shall sende the hens in the diuels name What nowe , I maye haue my space To ●et here in thys place Before I myght not stere whan the churle charitie was here But nowe amonge al thys chere I wold I had some company here I wis my brother Riot wold helpe me For to beate charitye Ryot . And his brother to Huffa , huffa who calleth after me I am Riot ful iolyte My heart as light as the wynde And all on Riot is my mynde Where so euer I go But wote ye what I do here To seke youth my compere 〈◊〉 of hym I wolde haue a sight yet thou shalt haue a wenche to kysse whan so euer thou wilte youthe . Mary Ryot I thanke the That thou wylt be stowe it on me And for thy pleasure so be it I wold not charity shuld vs mete And turne vs agayne For right nowe he was with me And said he wolde go to Humilitie And come to me agayne Ryot . Let him come if he will He were better to bide styll And he gyue the croked langage I wyll laye him on the visage And that thou shalt se sone How lightly it shall be done And he wyl not be ruled with knockes we shall set him in the stockes To heale his sore shinnes youthe . I shall helpe the if I can To dryue awaye that hang man Herke Riot thou shalt vnderstande I am heyre of my fathers land And nowe they be come to my hand Me thynke it were best therfore That I had one man more To wayte me vpon Ryot . I can spede the of a seruaunte of pryce That wil do the good seruice I se him go here be side Some men call him mayster pryde I sweare by God in Trinitie I wyll go fetche him vnto the And that euen anone youthe Hye the apace and come a gayne and brynge with the that noble swayne Ryot . Lo mayster youth here he is A prety man and wise He wyl be glad to do good you seruyce In al that euer he may youthe , Welcome to me good fellowe I pray the whence commest thou And thou wylt my seruaunt be I shall geue the golde and fee Pride . Syr I am content i wis To do you any seruis That euer I can do youthe . By likelyhod thou shulde do well ynowe Thou art a lykely felowe Pride . yes syr I warrant you yf ye will be rulde by me I shall you brynge to hye degre youthe . What shall I do tell me And I wyll be ruled by the Pride . Mary I shall tell you Considre ye haue good ynowe And thing ye come of noble kinde Aboue all men exalte thy minde Put downe the poore and se nought bi them Be in company with gentel man Iette vp and downe in the waye And your clothes loke they be gaye The pretye wenches wyll saye than yorder goeth a gentelmen And euery pore felowe that goeth you by Will do of his cap and make you curteisie In faith this is true youthe . Sir I thanke the by the roode For thy counsell that is so good And I commit me euen nowe Under the techynge of Ryot and you Ryot . Lo youth I tolde you That he was a lustye felowe youthe . Mary syr I thanke the That you wolde brynge hym vnto me Pryde . Syr it were expedyente that ye had a wife To liue with her all youre life Ryot . A wyfe nay nay for God auowe He shall haue fleshe inoughe For by God that me dere bought Ouer muche of one thinge is nought The deuyl sayd he had leuer burne al his lyfe Than ones for to take a wife Therfore I saye so god me saue He shall no wife haue Thou haste a syster fair and fre I knowe well hys lemman she wyll be Therfore I wolde she were here That we might go and make good chere At the wine some where youthe . I pray you hither thou do her brynge For she is to my likinge Pryde . Syr I shall do my diligence To bringe her to your presence youthe . Hye the apace and come agayn To haue a sight I wolde be faine Of that lady fre Ryot . Syr in faith I shall tell you true She is a freshe and faire of hue And verye propre of bodye Men call her Lady Lechery youthe . My herte burneth by God of myght Till of that lady I haue a syght Intret superbia cum luxuria et dica superbia Pryde . Syr I haue fulfylled your entent And haue brought you in thys present That you haue sent me fore youthe . Thou art a redy messengere Come hither to me my herte so dere ye be welcome to me as the hert in my body Lecheri Syr I thanke you and at your pleasure I am ye be the same vnto me youthe . Maisters wyl ye to tauerne walk A worde with you here wyll I talke And gyue you the wine Lecheri Gentle man I thanke you verely And I am all redye To waite you vpon Ryot . What sister lecherye ye be welcome to our companye Lecheri Well wanton well , fye for shame So sone ye do expresse my name what if no man shuld haue knowne I wis I shal you bete , well wanton well Ryot . A lytell pretye nylet ye be well nise God wote ye be a lytell prety pye , iwis ye go ful gingerie Lecheri Wel I se your false eye winketh on me full wantonly ye be full wanton i wis youthe . Pryde I thanke you of your laboure That you had to fecth thys fayre floure Pryde . Lo youth I tolde the That I wolde brynge her with me Sir I pray you tel me nowe Howe doth she lyke you youthe . Uerely wel she pleased me For she is courteis gentyll and fre Howe do you fayre Ladye Howe fare you tell me Lecheri Syr if it please you , I do well ynowe And the better that you wyl wite youthe . Riot I wolde be at the tauerne fayne Least charitie vs mete and turne vs agayne Than wold I be sory because of thys farye ladi Ryot . Let vs go agayne be tyme That we maye be at the wyne Or euer that he come Pryde . Hie the apace and go we hence we wil let for none expence youthe . Now we wil fil the cup and make good chere I trust I haue a noble here Herke sirs for God almighte Herest thou not howe they fight In fayth we shal them part Yf there be any wine to sell They shall no longer together dwell No than I be shrewe my herte Ryot , No syr so mote I the Let not thy seruauntes fight within the For it is a carefull lyfe Euermore to lyue in strife Therefore yf ye wyll be ruled bi mi tale We will go to the ale And se howe we can do I truste to God that sitteth on hye To lese that lyttell companye With in an houre or two Pride . Now let vs goo for goodes sake And se howe merye we can make Ryot . Now lette vs go a pace And I be last there I be shrewe my face youthe . Nowe let vs go that we were there To make this Ladye some chere Lecheri Uerelye sir I thanke the That ye wyll bestowe it on me And whan it please you on me to call My heart is yours bodye and all youthe . Faire Ladye I thanke the On the same wyse ye shall haue me whan so euer ye please Pryde . Riot we tarye very longe Ryot . we wyl go euen now with a lusty songe Pryde . In fayth I wyll be rector chorye youthe . Go to it then hardely , and let vs be agate charite . Abide felowe a worde with the whether go ye tell me Abyde and here what I shall you tell And be ruled by my counsel Pryde . Naye no felowe ne yet mate I trowe thy felowe be in Newgate Shal we tell the whether we go Nay i wis good Iohn a Pepo Who learned the thou mistaught man To speake so to a gentylman Thoughe his clothes be neuer so thine yet he is come of noble kinne Thoughe thou gyue him suche a mocke yet he is come of a noble stocke I let the well to wite Ryot . What syr Iohn what saye ye wolde you be fetred nowe Thynke nat to long I pray you It mye fortune come sone ynowe ye shall thynke it a lytell soone . youthe . yet syrs let thys cease And let vs talke of goodnes charite . He turned his tale he is a ferde But faith he shal be skerd He weneth by flatterynge to please vs againe But he laboureth all in vayne . charite . Syr I pray you me not spare For nothinge I do care That ye can doe to me Ryot . No horeson sayst thou so Holde him pride and let me go I shall set a prayre of rynges That shall sit to his shinnes And that euen a none Pride . Hye the apace and come agayne And bringe with he ta good chaine To holde him here stil. charite Iesu that was borne of Mare milde From all euyll he vs shielde And sende you grace to amende Or oure lyfe be at an ende For I tell you trewlye That ye lyue full wickedlye I praye God it amende Ryot , Lo syrs loke what I bringe Is not thys a ioly ringinge By my trouth I trowe it be I will go with of charitie How sayest thou mayster charitie Dothe this geare please the. charite . They please me well in dede The more sorowe the more mede For God saide whyle he was man Beatiqui persecutionem patiuntur ꝓpter iusticiam Unto his apostles he sayde so To teache them howe they shulde do Pride , we shall se how they can please Sit downe sir and take youre ease Me thinke these same were ful meete To go about your fayre feete youthe . By my truthe I you tell They wolde become him very well Therfore hye that they were on Unto the tauerne that we were gone Ryot , That shall ye se anone Howe soone they shall be on And after we wyll not tary longe But go hence with a mery songe Pryde , Let vs begyn all at once youthe . Nowe haue at it by cockes bones And soone let vs goo charite . Lo maisters here you maye see beforne That the weede ouergroweth the corne , Nowe maie ye see all in this tide How vice is taken , and vertue set aside yonder ye maye see youth is stable But euermore chaungeable And the nature of men is frayle That he wotteth not what may auayle Uertue for to make O good Lorde it is a pitifull case Sith God hath lent man wyt and grace To chose of good and euyll That man shulde voluntarylye To suche thynges him selfe applye That his soule shuld spyll 〈◊〉 Christ that was crucified & crowned with thorne 〈◊〉 Forsake them and do after vs The better shall you do Ryot . Syre he shall do well inowe Thoughe he be ruled by neither of you Therfore crake no longer here Least you haue on the eare And that a good knocke Pride . Lyghtlye se thou auoyde the place Or I shall gyue the on the face youth I trowe that he wolde Make you holy or ye be olde And I swere by the rode It is tyme inoughe to be good Whan that ye be olde youthe . Syr by my truthe I the say I wyll make mery whiles I may I can not tell you howe long Ryot . ye sir so mote I thryue Thou art not certayne of thy life Therfore thou were a starke foole Ro leue myrthe and folowe their scole humili. Syr I shall him exhorte Unto vs to resorte And you to forsake Pride . Aske him if he wyll do so To forsake vs and folowe you two Nay I warrant you nay humili. That shall your euen anone I wyll vnto him gone And se what he will ●aye Ryot . Hardely go on thy waye I knowe well he will say naye youthe . Ye syr ●e God that me ●ere ●●●ght Me think ye laboure all for nought Benest thou that I wyll for the Or thy brother Charytie Forsake thys good companye Nay I warrant the Pride . ●o mayster I praye you of that For anye thynge for sake vs nat and all oure counsell rule you by ye may be Emperour or ye dye youthe . While I haue life in my body Shall I be ruled by Riot and the Ryot . Sir than shall ye do well For we be true as stele Syr can teache you to play at the dice At the quenes game and at the Iryshe The Treygobet and the hasarde also And many other games mo Also at the cardes I can theche you to play At the triump and one and thyrtye Post , pinion and also aumsase And at ad other they call dewsace yet I can tel you more & ye shyll con me thanke Pinke and drinke and also at the blanke And many sportes mo youthe . I thanke the Riot so mote I the For the counsell thou haste geuen me I will folowe thy minde in euery thinge And guide me after thy learnynge charite . Youth leue that counsell for it is nought And amende that thou hast mys wrought That thou maist saue that God hath boughte youthe . What saye ye mayster charitie whath hath God bought By my trouth I knowe not He came neuer at the stues Nor in no place where I do vse I wis he bought not my cap Nor yet my ioylie hat I wot not what he hath bought for me And he bought any thynge of myne I wyll g●ue hym a quarte of wyne The nexte tyme I hym meete charite . Sir this he dyd for the When thou wast honde he made the free And bought the wyth his bloud youthe . Sir I praye you tell me Howe may thys be That I knowe I was neuer bonde Unto none in Englande charite . Sir I shall tell you Whan Adam had done greate trespas And out of paradise exiled was Then all the soles as I can you tell were in the bondage of the deuyll of hell Tyll the father of heauen of hys great mercie Sent the seconde person in Trinitie Us for to redeme And so with his precyous bloude He bought vs on the roode And our soules dyd saue youthe . Howe shulde I saue it tell me nowe and I wyll be ruled after you my soule to saue Ryot . What youth wyll you forsake me I wyll not forsake thee humili. I shall tell you shortely Knele downe and aske God mercye For that you haue offended Pr●●●● Youth wylte thou do so Folowe them and let vs go Marye I trowe naye youthe . Here all sinne I forsake And to God I me betake Good Lorde I praye the haue no indignacion That I a sinner shulde aske saluacyon charite . Nowe thou muste forsake pryde And all Riot set aside Pride . I wyll not him forsake Neither early ne late I wende he wolde not forsake me But if it wyll none otherwise bee I wyll go my waye youthe . Sir I praye God be your spede and helpe your at your nede Ryot . I am sure thou wilt not forsake me Nor I wyll not forsake thee youthe . I forsake you also and wyll not haue with you to do Ryot . And I forsake the vtterlye Fye on the caytife fye Once a promise thou dyd me make That thou wolde me neuer forsake But nowe I se it is harde For to truste the wretched worlde humili. Fare well masters euerycheone For your synne looke ye morne and euyll creatures loke ye tourne For your name who maketh insicion Saye it is good contricion That for sinne doth morne charite . Here is a newe araye For to walke by the waye Your prayer for to saye 〈◊〉 Here be bedes for your deuocyon And kepe you from all temptacyon Let not vyce deuoure Whan ye se mysdoing men Good counsell geue them And teach them to amende youthe . For my synne I wyll morne All creatures I wyll turne and whan I see misdoinge men Good counsell I shall geue them and exorte them to to amende charite . Then shall ye be an heritour of blysse Where all ioye and myrth is youthe . To the whiche eternall Go brynge the persons all Here beynge amen . humili. Thus haue we brought our matter to an ende Before the persons here present Wolde euery man be contente Leaste onother daye we be shente charite . He thanke all thys presente Of theyr meeke audyence humili. Iesu that sytteth in heauen so hye Men and women that here be amen amen , for charitie .

Imprinted at London , by Iohn waley dwellyng in Foster lane .