[An exhortation to despise the gifts], whych we receaue by faylynge fortune Thachame, T. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A13643 of text S102635 in the English Short Title Catalog (STC 23925). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 3 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 A13643 STC 23925 ESTC S102635 99838407 99838407 2783 2248606380

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A13643) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 2783) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 1118:19) [An exhortation to despise the gifts], whych we receaue by faylynge fortune Thachame, T. 1 sheet ([1] p.) T. Raynald, [London : 1552?] Signed: T. Thachame. Verse - "Why doeth the worlde carke and care, for glory that is vayne". Formerly also STC 10618. Caption title. Imperfect: part of title lacking; title and imprint from and date estimated by STC. Filmed with STC 23356: The life and death of Iacke Straw (London, 1593 [i.e. 1594]). Reproduction of original in the Bodleian Library. eng Ballads, English -- 16th century. eebo [An exhortation to despise the gifts], whych we receaue by faylynge fortune. Thachame, T 1552 1 458 3 0 0 0 0 0 65.5 D The rate of 65.5 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the D category of texts with between 35 and 100 defects per 10,000 words. 2007-08 Assigned for keying and markup 2007-09 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2007-10 Sampled and proofread 2007-10 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
〈…〉 receaue by faylynge Fortune . WHy doeth the worlde carke and care , for glory that is vayne Whose welth departeth for euermore , and wyl not come agayne Whose power so sone is ouerthrowen , and falleth in decaye As doeth the potte which we se made , of brittell moulde and claye . Do soner truste the letters wrytten , vpon the meltynge yse Then flattering chaunce of worldly gyftes , vnconstaunt as the dyse Whych forgeth vyce in vertues place , moch myschiefe to procure Who can be certayne here to lyue , one mynute of an houre . Tell , where is noble Salomon , in wytte whych dyd excell Or Absalon the beawtyfull , of whom olde storres tell . Or where is Sampson great and strong , vnable to be wonne Or Ionathas the pleasauntst man , that raygned vnder the sunne . Wher is Cesar that mighty Prince , which ruled East and weste Or Dyues that belly God , whych spent both fyshe and beaste What is become of Cicero , that could so well declame Or wher is learned Aristotle that nowe doeth beare the name Thus noble men & rulers both , thus tyme which passeth away Thus kinges which had theyr holdes ful strong to kepe them nyght & daye Thus princes once which were of might , & with great power dyd florishe In the twinkling of an eye , for euermore doth perishe In howe short space doth slyppe awaye , these worldly pleasures all Like shadowes or soch vanities , whych sone doth slyde and fall Seducynge vs from heauenly gyftes , whych doeth for vs remayne And leade vs to thynges , whych are vngodly vyle and vayne O meat for wormes , O dewe sone melted , O clotte of bryttle claye Why doest thou trust styll to possesse , that whych wyl sone decaye Thou canst not tel what shal become , of the to morowe nexte Therfore do good by thy lyfe tyme , let none of the be vexte . For as the leafe whych wyth the wynde , we see dryuen to and fro So shal thy pryde and gorglous fare , be putte awaye also Wher is become thy proud carcas , which thou thoughtest freshe and gaye In scripture lykened to the flower , that springeth in the maye . Thinke nothinge thyne that thou mayst lose , nor trust to kepe it styll For that thou hast by worldly chaunce , it fayleth when it wyll Wherfore to searche immortal thinges , se that thou do deuyse The man is bleste that can and wyll , these worldly gyftes despyse . Quod 〈…〉 〈…〉