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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A18741) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 5276) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 417:03) The honor of the lawe. VVritten by Thomas Churchyard Gent Churchyard, Thomas, 1520?-1604. [8] p. By Ar. Hatfield, for William Holme, Imprinted at London : 1596. In verse. Signatures: A⁴. Running title reads: The honor of the law. Reproduction of the original in the Henry E. Huntington Library and Art Gallery. eng Law -- Poetry. eebo The honor of the lawe. VVritten by Thomas Churchyard Gent. Churchyard, Thomas, 1596 10 1621 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2003-05 Assigned for keying and markup 2003-05 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2003-08 Sampled and proofread 2003-08 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2003-10 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion

THE HONOR OF THE LAWE .

Written by Thomas Churchyard Gent.

Imprinted at London , by Ar. Hatfield , for William Holme . 1596.

To the right honorable sir Thomas Egerton knight , Lord keeper of the great seale , and one of the Queenes Maiesties priuy counsell , Thomas Churchyard wisheth long life , continuance of vertue and iustice , with euerlasting credit and good fame .

THe gladnes good men did show ( right honorable ) when God & our gracious Prince placed the great seale in your hands , called vp my muse that seldom sleepeth , to awaken the world with some verses , that vertuous men may consider of . They are but the inuention of time , practise of pen , suffrance of old custom , and the boldnes of a writer , that often salutes men of great worth with bookes and blessednes , in the first entrie of their worldly honor . This spoken to your L. as one to whom the Lord of Lords ( as I know ) hath giuen great graces , not onely to iudge well of good mens causes , ( which prolongs life ) but likewise to answer the hope that great and good personages haue in your L. And so being called to greatnes ( a fortune not common ) great matter is exspected , and in iustice the full effect of your greatnes shall be seene ( I doubt not ) bicause the chosen and annointed of the Lord hath chosen you ( among a multitude ) to sit in the charitable seat of iudgement , where pity is a pleader , patience a hearer , mildnes a looker on , and mercy is a iudge . Now the good report of the world ( which I heare ) besides the good disposition in your owne mind are presently come to make a proofe and daily triall of your vertues : so leauing your Lordship to the goodnes and grace of the almighty , I humbly craue good acceptation of my simple plaine verses , ( that I call the Honor of the Law ) written in a franke motion of the good will I haue alwaies borne towards your honorable good fortunes .

The honor of the Law . THe law where iudge is plaest in princely seat , Cam first from God ( who would reform mans mis ) And well maintaind , with skill and wisdom great , And honord much , long lovde and feared is , Grace spreds the bowes , & goodnes brings forth frute , Time ripens all , and hales the haruest on , Law thresheth corne , and helps each poore mans sute , To sow new seed , ere all old graine be gon : But Iustice rules , ( by order ) all the cawes , And is of right , the honor of the lawes . Prowd , rich or poore , to Iustice are alike , No parshall eie , it hath but cleerly sees , Where to defend , to fauor , kill or strike , And lookes into the state of all degrees , With loue and law , is Iustice ioined still , The one keepes right , as hen doth clock hir broode , The other gains the heat of warm goodwill , Which is the cream , and milk of Christian foode : Iustice wins that , and like a Lady stands , With equall weights , and ballance in hir hands . What bears no poize , like feathers flies away , What keepeth weight , and stamp doth currant pas , What must be helpt with grains and doth decay , Is clipt too neere , or neither gold nor glas , The currant coin , that iustice doth allow , Is cald iust law , true dealing and good mind , A stamp that may , in any world go throw , And with both friends , and foes may fauor find : Thus Iustice doth both law and lawyers gide , Sees who aimes right , and who shoots short or wide . Marks pleaders well ( that lengthens sutes with words ) Lookes far in land , and can true titles sift , Sounds deepest seas , and wades throw shallow foords , And hates those heads , that with great finenes shift , Wealth , praise and peace , are Iustice handmaids all , Honor and fame , holds vp milde Iustice traine , Truth on each side , supports hir from a fall : And heaunly hope , in hart the doth retain : Disdains delay , giues aid and helpe in haste , Cuts off the snuffe , before the candle waste . When sutes do hang , ten yeeres on tenter hookes , They stretch too far , and so gro full of holes : When few words make great scrouls & mighty books Ill newes is brought to many silly soles . When cunning casts , a cloke on open wrong , Right is put back , and knoes not where to go , When troth is lapt , in great dispute too long , An vpright cause may get an ouerthro : Light is seen streight , from darknes if we please , And quarrels may be ended soon with ease . Though Mine and Thine , makes many brabbles still , In small short time , each man may haue his own , Though thousands run to law on froward will , Of each mans cause , the troth is quickly known , Though doubts arise , in matters of great weight , Good men may soon , decide a doubtfull cace , But if weake things , like wax we stretch an height , Or on bad stuffe , do clap an honest face : A straw may seem , as strong to many a one , As is a staffe , that lame men stay vpon . Gay collors hides , a patched rotten wall , Faire fained tales , conuaies foule things from sight , Sweet suger takes , the taste from bitter gall , Wrong richly clad , to blindnes seemeth right , Troth troden downe , lifts falsehood vp aloft , False dice do run , as smoothe as truest bones , Fine filed toongs , deceiues plaine people oft , Fondlings may take , pure glasse for preshous stones : A trim discourse , set out for goodly shoes , May quickly mar , the text with glorious gloes . Plaine words are brought , from plow & country plain , To finde plaine deedes , a friend to plainnes cace , In open court , then plainnes doth complain Of wrong receiud , before true Iustice face , The pleading there , begins , but hath no end , A yeere or twaine , runs on with reasons great , Both parties so , much time and wealth doth spend , Whiles lawyars talk at barr in cold and heat : The matter oft , scarse woorth a lock of hey , Begun of nought , doth breed an endlesse pley . Why bright brode day at any hole is seen , Darke night is known , when stars in skie do shoote , Both black and white are quickly gest from green , The head or hand is easly found from foot , The good and bad as great a diffrence haue , As chalke and cheese . Then is there no great doubt , Tween right and wrong , small pleading do they craue , For Iustice doom , soon finds their natures out : So is the court dismist of suters all , And mildly sits the Iudges in the hall . Long sutes are like a semstars clue of threed , That first was long a spinning of the wheele , Long twisting too , to make it serue the need , Long winding vp on thrifty huswiues reele , And ouer long a working some men say , Yet as the length is long of this same clue , So shall you finde an end som kind of way , To serue the turne in time and season due : But sutes do leaue the sutars all so bare , That halfe vndon world thinks long suters are . The honor of the law leaues long delaies , A quick dispatch works many men much good , When good turns are turnd off to yeers and daies , They bring disease , and breedeth no good blood , What falls out well is welcom at the furst , What hapneth ill must needs be known at last , And when a man in time doth know the wurst , The care is gon , and halfe the harms are past , Admit that lands and goods do lie therein , Looke what is lost we haue no hope to win . Plainnes is best , and euer furthest goes , Sleight finds a shift , to shuffell cards too long , The shortest way , vnto the wood who knoes , And goes about , shall do himselfe great wrong . No honor more , than get good will of men , With iudgement sweet , a true-loue knot to knit , To further that my praier and my pen , Shall wait vpon the seat wherein you sit : And poore mens plaints , when salued is their sore , Eternize shall your name for euermore . FINIS .