An excellent epitaffe of syr Thomas wyat with two other compendious dytties, wherein are touchyd, and set furth the state of mannes lyfe. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A15793 of text S111806 in the English Short Title Catalog (STC 26054). 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. 12 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 5 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 A15793 STC 26054 ESTC S111806 99847075 99847075 12085 2240941938

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A15793) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 12085) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 303:23) An excellent epitaffe of syr Thomas wyat with two other compendious dytties, wherein are touchyd, and set furth the state of mannes lyfe. Surrey, Henry Howard, Earl of, 1517?-1547. [8] p. By Iohn Herforde for Roberte Toye, [Imprynted at London : 1545?] The epitaph is by Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey; the other two pieces are anonymous. In verse. Caption title. Printer's and publisher's names from colophon; publication date conjectured by STC. Signatures: A⁴. Reproduction of a photostat of the original in the Henry E. Huntington Library and Art Gallery. eng Wyatt, Thomas, -- Sir, 1503?-1542 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. Conduct of life -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. eebo An excellent epitaffe of syr Thomas wyat, with two other compendious dytties, wherein are touchyd, and set furth the state of mannes lyfe. [no entry] 1545 9 1985 4 0 0 0 0 0 20.15 C The rate of 20.15 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 2002-02 Assigned for keying and markup 2002-02 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2002-03 Sampled and proofread 2002-03 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2002-04 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
An excellent Epitaffe of syr Thomas wyat , with two other compendious dytties , wherin are touchyd , and set furth the state of mannes lyfe .

WYat resteth here , that quicke coulde neuer rest . Whose heuenly gyftes , encreased by desdayne And vertue sanke , the deper in his brest Suche profyte he , of enuy could optayne A Head , where wysdom mysteries dyd frame Whose hammers beat styll in that lyuely brayne As on a styth , where some worke of fame Was dayly wrought , to turn to Brytayns game A Uysage sterne and mylde , where both dyd groo Uyce to contempne , in vertues to reioyce Amyd great stormes , whome grace assured soo To lyue vprighte and smyle at fortunes choyse . A Hand that taught what might be saide in rime That refte Chaucer , the glorye of his wytte A marke , the whi●he ( vnperfited for tyme ) Some may approche but neuer none shall hyt : A Tonge , that serued in foraine realmes his king Whose curtoise talke , to vertu dyd enflame . Eche noble harte a worthy guyde to brynge Our Englyishe youth , by trauayle vnto fame . An Eye , whose iudgement , no affect coulde blind Frendes to allure , and foes to reconcyle Whose pearcynge looke , dyd represent a mynde . with vertue fraught , reposed , voyde of gyle . A Harte , where drede yet neuer so imprest To hide the thought that might the trouth auaunce In neyther fortune lyfte nor so represt To swell in welth , nor yelde vnto mischaunce A valiaunt Corps , where force and beautye met Happy , alas , to happy but for foos . Lyued , and ran ●he race that nature set Of manhodes shape , where she the mold did loos But to the heauens that symple soule is fleed . Which lefte with such , as couet Christe to knowe witnes of faith that neuer shal be deade Sent for our welth , but not receiued so Thus for our gylt , this iewell haue we lost The earth his bones , the heuen possesse his goost AMEN .
The myrroure or Glasse of Fortune . WHan fortune fauoureth , and setteth a loft In hye estate man for to raigne Then all men cometh to him sull ofte And couey●s with him , for to remaine His company none will disdaine , Thus frendes he getteth , many a one But if he fall , I saye certaine . Of all his frendes then hath he none . ☞ Whan he doth rule him they obeye And serue him styll , at all assayes Attentifely , without delaye . Great paines they take both nightes and dayes With all their power him for to please Thus frendes he getteth many a one But if he fall they turne theyr wayes . Of all his frendes then hath he none : As longe as he , is in his welth Nothinge to him than shall be deare . In his estate , haue he his helth All honour to him than shall appeare Of most and lest , both farre and nere Thus frendes he getteth many one But if he fall , than euerye where , Of al his frendes , than hath he none . Man thus a loft , knoweth not his frende . For all men than , to him applye Shewynge them selues , to him moste kynde . As though they wolde both lyue and dye At his byddynge alway readye , Thus frendes he getteth many a one But if he fall they hym denye Of all his frendes , than hath he none . In his estate they wyll ensewe To folowe him all that they may In right or wronge , false or trewe Hys wyll truely , none will gaynesaye Though by and by they hym bewraye Suche fayned frendes , be many one And if he fall they him denaye Of all his frendes , than hath he none . Whan fortune on the dothe laugh or smyle Geuynge the greate possessyon Belowly and gentle all the whyle Thinking on her progression Some she exalteth , some by suppression Falleth vnder fote , as doth manye one So turneth the whele , without intercession Some to good chaunce , and some to none . Whan thou art downe , farewell a dew No more seruyce , thou hast at all Whan broken is thy retinew On thy name than no man wyll call Disdaynfull wordes , on the go shall Foes thou shalt haue , many a one Which wyll reioyce , at thy great fall Of all thy frendes , than hast thou none . Thus vnder fote whan thou arte brought Whom thou doost fauour moost of all By the truly wyll set right nought Scant a good worde gyue the he shall Unmyndfull how beneficiall Thou wast than to many a one And whan thy dignitie doth fall Of all thy frendes , than hast thou none . Thus fareth the worlde , both to and fro Whan man is in aduersitie Who is he than , that wyll him knowe Or helpe him in extremitie Whan he is stricke , without pitie With the foule darte , of cruell disdayne None than on him shall haue mercy Lye he in wo , pynynge in payne . Finis .
A compendious dittie Wherin is touched the state of mans lyfe , NO wyght in this world , that welth can attayne Onelesse he beleue , that all is but vayne And loke how it cometh , so leaue it to go As tydes vse their tymes , to ebbe and to flo , This mucke on the molde , that men so desyre Doth worke them much wo , and moueth them to yre With grefe it is gotte , with care it is kepte With sorowe sone lost , that longe hath ben'repte And wo worth that man , that first dolue the moulde To fynde out the myne , of syluer and golde For whan it lay hyd , and to vs vnknowen Of stryfe and debate , the sede was not sowen Than lyued man wel and helde them content With meate , drynke and cloth without any rente Theyr houses but poore to shroude them selues in For castels and towres , were than to begine No towne had his wall , they feared no warre Nor ennemies hoste to seke them afarre So ledde they their lyues in quiete and reste Tyll hourde began hate from East vnto west And golde for to growe a lorde of great pryce Which chaunged the worlde from vertue to vyce And turned all thinge so farre from his kynde That howe it shulde be , is worne out of mynde For rychesse beareth nowe the fame and the brute And onelye the cause of all our pursute . Which maketh among vs muche mischief to reigne And shall tyll we seke the right waye agayne whan mariage was made for vertue and loue , Than was no diuorse goddes knette to remoue . whan iudges wolde suffer no brybes in theyr syghte , Their iudgementes was than according to right whan prelates had not possessions nor rent They preached the truthe and truelye they wente whan men dyd not flatter for fauoure nor mede , Than kinges herd the truth , & how the world yede And men vnto honour through vertue did rise But all this is turned contrarywise For money maketh all , and ruleth as a god Which ought not to be , for Christ it forbod And bad that we shulde take nothynge in hand But for the lordes loue , and welth of the lande And willes vs full ofte , that we shulde refraine From wrastynge his wil , to make our owne gaine , For couetous folke of euery astate . As hardely shall enter within heauen gate As through a nedles eye a camell to crepe Why do these madde men them hourde vp and kepe , Ye more then maie serue them selues to suffice As though perfecte blysse shulde that waye arise But if they wolde suffer to sinke in their brest What trouble of mynde what vnquiete reste What myschiefe , what hate this mony dothe bringe , They woulde not so toyle for so vyle a thinge For they that haue much , are euer in care Whiche waie to wynne , and how for to spare Theyr slepes be vnsounde for feare of the theefe The losse of a littell doth worke them much grefe In sekyng theyr lacke they want that they haue And subiecte to that which shuld be their slaue They neuer doo knowe , whyles ryches doth reygne Attende of effecte from him that doth seygne For flatterers seeke where fortune doth dwell And whan that she lowreth , they byd them farewel The poore doth them curse as ofte as they want In hauyng so much to make it so scant Theyr children somtymes do wysshe them in graue That they myght possesse that rychesse they haue And that which they wyne with trauayle and stryfe Oftentymes ( as we se ) doth cost them theyr lyfe To these be the fruites that rychesse bryngeth forth With many other mo , whiche be no more worth For monie is cause of murder and thefte Of bataile & bloudshed , which wold god wer●left Of rauyne , of wronge , of false witnesse bearyng Of treason conspired , and eke of forswearynge . And for to be shorte and knyt vp the knot Fewe mischeues at all that money makethe not . But though it be yll , whan it is abused , Yet neuertheles it may be well vsed . Nor I do not fynde , that men be denyde Of sufficient thynges them selues to prouyde , Accordynge as god hath put them in place , To haue and to holde a tyme and space : So it be well wonne and after well spent : For it is not theirs , but for that intent , And if they so do , than it is good skyll , They haue that is mete to vse at their will As priestes shuld not take promocions in hande To lyue at their ease lyke lordes of the lande But onely to feade gods flocke with the truth To preache and to teache without any slouth Nor folkes shulde not neade great ryches to wynne But godly to lyue and for to flee synne Hys wyll for to worke that is theyr soules helth And than may they thynke , they lyue in much welth For in this vayne worlde that we be nowe in Is nothynge but misery , myschefe and synne Temptation , vntrouthe , contencion , and strife Than lette vs nat sette by so vyle a lyfe But lyfte vp our eyes , and loke throughe our faythe Beholdynge his mercies , that many tymes saithe The iuste men shall lyue by theyr good belefe And shall haue a place where can be no grefe But gladnesse and myrth that none can amende Unspeakable toyes , whiche neuer shall ende With pleasures that passe all that we haue sought Felicities such as can not be thought Whiche place they shall haue that his wyll intendes With lyfe euerlastynge , and thus my tale endes . Vinit post funera uirtus .
Imprvnted at London by Iohn Herforde for Roberte Toye .