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THE PARADYSE of daintie Deuises .

Contayning sundrie pithie preceptes , learned Counsels , and excellent Inuentions : right pleasaunt and profitable for all estates .

Deuised and written for the most part , by M. Edwards , sometimes of her Maiesties Chappell : the rest by sundrye learned Gentlemen , both of Honour , and Worship , whose names hereafter followe .

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Imprinted at London , by Henrye Dizle , dwelling in Pater noster rowe , and are to be solde at his Shoppe , in Cannons lane , neare the great North Dore of S. Paules Church . 1580.

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The names of those who wrote these Deuises . Saint Barnard . E. O. Lord Vaux , the elder . W. Hunis . Jasper Heywood . F. Kindlemarsh . D. Sand. M. Yloop.
To the Right Honourable Syr Henry Compton Knight , Lorde Compton of Compton .

RIGHT HONORABLE , AND MY very good Lord , ( presuming vpon your courtesy ) I am bolde to present vnto your Honour , this small volume , Entituled , The Paradice of daintie Deuises , being penned by diuers learned Gentlemen , and collected togither through the trauaile of one , both of worship and credite , for his priuate vse : who not long since departed this life , which when I had perused ouer , not without the aduise of sundry my friendes , I determined by their good motion to set them in print , who therevnto greatly perswaded mee , with these and like wordes . The writers of them , were both of honour and worship , besydes that , our owne countreymen , and such as for their learning and grauitie , might be accounted of , among the wisest . Furthermore , the ditties both pithie and pleasaunt , as well for the inuention as meeter , and will yeelde a farre greater delight , being as they are , so aptly made to be sette to any song in 5. partes , or song to instrument . Which well considering , I purposed not to forsake so good an occasion , beseching your honor to accept in good part , cheefelye for the Authours sake : who though some of them are departed this life , yet their worthy doings shall continue for euer , for like as the shadow followeth the body , so praise followeth vertue , and as the shadowe goeth sometimes before , and sometimes behinde , so doeth praise also to vertue : but the later it commeth , the greater it is , and to be the better esteemed . Thus fearing to offend your Honor with these my rude speeches , I end , wishing your L. many yeres of ioy .

Your good Lordships wholy to commaund . H. D.
The translation of the blessed S. Barnards Verses , conteining the vnstable felicitie of this wayfaring world . CVR mundus militat , sub vana gloria , cuius prosperitas est transitoria ? Tam cito labitur , eius potentia quam vasa figuli , que sunt fragilia . WHY doeth each state applie it selfe to worldly praise ? And vndertake such toyle , to heape vp honours gayne , Whose seate though seeming sure on fickle Fortune stayes , Whose giftes were neuer proued , perpetuall to remayne , But euen as earthen pot , with euery fillip fayles , So fortunes fauour flits , and Fame with Honour quayles . Plus crede litteris , scriptis in glacie , quam mundi fragilis , vanae fallasiae , Fallax in premijs , virtutis specie , que nunquam habuit , tempus siducie . Thinke rather firme to fynde , a figure grauen in yse , Whose substaunce subiect is , to heate of shyning sunne , Then hope for stedfast stay in wanton worlds deuise , Whose faigned fond delightes , from falsheads forge doe come , And vnder Vertues veyle are largely dealt about , Deceiuing those , who thinke their date will neuer out . Magis credendum est viris fallacibus , quam mundi miseris prosperitatibus Falsis insanijs & voluptatibus falsis quoquae studiis & vanitatibus . The trifeling truthlesse tongue of rumours lying lippes , Deserues more trust then doth the highest happy hap , That world to worldlinges giues , for see how honour slippes , To foolish fond conceites , to pleasures poysoned sap , To studies false in proofe , to artes applied to gaine , To fickle fancies toyes , which wisedome deemeth vaine . Dic vbi Salomon , olim tam nobilis , vel vbi Sampson est , dux inuincibilis , Vel dulcis Jonathas , multum amabilis , vel purcher Absolon , vultu mirabilis . Where is the sacred King , that Salomon the wise ? Who wisedome former time of duety did commend , Where is that Sampson strong , that monstrous man in size ? Whose forced arme did cause the mighty pillers bend , Where is the Pearelesse Prince , the friendly Ionathas ; Or Absolon whose shape and fauour did surpasse , Quo Caesar abijt ? celsus imperio , vel diues splendidus , totus in prandio , Dic vbi Tullius , clarus elloquio , vel Aristoteles , summus ingenio . Where is that Casar now , whose high renowned fame , Of sondry conquestes wonne , throughout the world did sound : Or Diues rich in store , and rich in richely name , Whose chest with Golde , and dishe with daynties did abound , Where is the passing grace of Tullies pleading skill ? Or Aristottles vayne , whose penne had witte and will . O esca vermium , ò massa pulueris , ò ros , ò vanitas , cur sic extolleris ? Jgnoras penitus vtrum cras vixeris , fac bonum omnibus , quam diu poteris . O foode of filthie worme , oh lumpe of lochsome clay , O life full like the dew , which morning soone doth waste , O shadow vayne whose shape with sonne doth shrinke away , Why gloryest thou so much , in honour to be plaste ? Sith that no certaine hower of life thou doest enioy , Most fit it were thy time to goodnesse to imploy . Quam breue festum est , haec mundi gloria , vt vmbra hominum , sic eius gaudia Quae semper subtrahit aeterna praemia , & ducunt hominum , at dura deuia . How short a banquet seemes the pompe of high renowne ? How like the sencelesse shape of shiuering shadow thine ? Are wanton worldly toyes , whose pleasure plucketh downe , Our harts from hope , & hands from works , which heauen should win , And takes vs from the trod , which guides to endlesse gayne , And sets vs in the way that leades to lasting payne . Haec mundi gloria , quae magni penditur , sacris in litteris , slos faeni dicitur , Vt leue folium , quod vento rapitur , sic vita hominum , hac vita tollitur . The pompe of worldly praise , which worldlinges hold so deare , In holy sacret booke , is likened to a flower , Whose date doth not contayne , a weeke , a month , or yeare , But springing now doth fade agayne within an hower . And as the lightest leafe , with wind about is throwne , So light is life of man , and lightly hence is blowne . FINIS . My lucke is losse .
1. Our pleasures are vantiies . BEholde the blast which blowes the blossomes from the tree , The ende whereof , consumes and comes to nought we see , Ere thou therefore be blowne from lyfe that may not last , Begin for grace to call , for time mispent and past . Haue minde on brittle life , whose pleasures are but vayne , On death likewise bethinke , how thou shalt not remayne . And feare thy Lord to greeue , which sought thy soule to saue , To sinne no more be bent , but mercy aske and haue . For death who doth not spare , the kings on earth to kill , Shall reape also from thee , thy pleasure , life and will : That life which yet remaynes , and in thy brest appeares , Hath sowne in thee such seedes , you ought to weede with teares . And life that shall succeede , when death is worne and past , Shall spring for euer then , in ioy or payne to last : Where death on life , hath power ye see , that life also , Hath mowen the fruites of death , which neuer more shall grow . FJNJS . W. Hunis .
2. Who waighteth on this wauering world , and veweth ech estate . By triall taught shall learne it best , to liue in simple rate . AMid the vale the slender shrubbe is hid from all mishap , When taller tree that standes aloft , is rent with thunder clappe , The Turrets tops which touch the clouds , are beat with euery blast , Soone shiuered are their stones with storme , and quickly ouer cast . Best bodyed tree in all the world , for timber beame is found , And to the axe the sturdiest Oxe , doth yeelde and fall to ground . The highest hill doth soonest feele , the flash of lightninges flame , And soone decayes the pompe and pryde , of high renowned name , Of all the heard the huntman seekes , by proofe as doth appeare , With double forked arrow head , to wound the greatest Deare . The haughtiest head of all the droue , enioyest the shortest life , And stains the slaughter house with blood , at prick of butchers knife . Thus what thing highest place attaines , is soonest ouerthrowne , What euer fortune sets aloft , she threats to throw it downe . And though no force resist thy power , and seeke thee to confound , Yet doth the praise of weighty thinges declyne it selfe to ground . For restlesse tipe of rowlling wheele , example hath it tride , To heauy burthen yeelde it must full soone , and slippe asyde . What vailes the rich his bed of downe , that sighes for sleepeles thought What time in couch of flock the poore , sleepes sound & feareth nought At homely boord his quiet foode , his drinkes in treene be tane , When oft the proude in cuppes of gold , with wine receiue their bane . The bed , the boord , the dread in doubt , with trayne to be opprest , When fortune frownes , their power must yeelde as wyre vnto the wrest Who so thou be that sits alow , and tread the valleyes path , Thou needes not feare the Thunder bolts of mighty Ioue his wrath If Icarus had not presumed to high to take his flight , He had not yet bene drowned in Seas , that now Jtarion hight , If Phaeton had not enterprised to guide his fathers seate , His fires had not inflamed the world , nor bene destroyed with heate , But who so climes aboue the meane , there is no hope of stay , The higher vp , the sooner downe , and nearer his decay . Then you that here in pompe are plaste , to guide the golden mace , Let crowne and Scepter both obay the meane of vertues race . For neither shall renowned vertue see the pitte of hell , Nor yet in tombe of Marble stone , she shall abide to dwell , And in that Tombe full brauely dect When that she shall depart , God send her rest and all thinges well , according to desart . But from Sepulcher flies she hence , beyond the skies aboue , And glistering in the blisfull starres , she raignes with mighty Ioue . FINJS . Iasper Heywood .
3. The perfect triall of a faithfull friend . NOt stayed state , but feeble stay , not costly robes , but bare aray : not passed welth , but present want , not heped store but slender skant . Not plenties purse , but poore estate , not happy hap , but froward fate , Not wish at wil , but want of ioy , not harts good helth but harts anoy . No fredomes vse , but prisoners thrall , not costly seate , but lowest fall Not weale I meane but wretched wo , doth truly trie the friend from foe , And nought but frowarde Fortune prooues , who fawning faynes , or simply loues . FINIS . M. Yloop.
4. Being asked the occasion of his white head , He aunswereth thus . WHere seething sighes and sorrow sobbes , Hath slaine the slippes that Nature set , And scalding showers with stonie throbbes , The kindly sapp from them hath fet , What wonder their though that you see , Vpon my head whyte heares to be . Where thought hath thrilde and throwne his speares , To hurt the hart that harmeth him not , And groning grefe hath ground forth teares , Myne eyne to stayne , my face to spot , What wonder then , though that you see , Vpon my head whyte heares to bee . Where pinching payne himselfe hath plaste , There peace with pleasures were possest , And where the walles of wealth lye waste , And pouertie in them is prest , What wonder then though that you see , Vpon my head whyte heares to bee . Where wreatched woe will weaue her web , Where care the clew can catch and cast , And floods of ioy are fallen to ebbe , So lo , that life may not long last , What wonder then though that you see , Vpon my head white heares to bee . These heares of age are messengers , Which bid me fast , repent and pray : They be of death the Harbingers , That doth prepare and dresse the way , Wherefore I ioy that you may see , Vpon my head such heares to be . They be the liues that lead the length , How farre my race is for to runne : They say my youth is fled with strength , And how old age is weake begunne , The which I feele , and you may see , Vpon my head such lines to be . They be the stringes of sober sound , Whose musick is harmonicall : Their tunes declare a time from ground I came , and how thereto I shall . Wherefore I ioy that you may see , Vpon my head such stringes to bee . God graunt to those that white heares haue , No worse them take then I haue ment : That after they be layde in graue , Their soules may ioy their liues wel spent . God graunt likewise that you may see , Vpon your head such heares to be . FINIS . W. Hunis .
5. Beware of had J wist . BEware of had I wist , whose fine bringes care and smart , Esteeme of all as they deserue , and deeme as deemde thou art : So shall thy pefect friend , enioy his hoped hyre , And faithlesse fawning foe , shall misse th effect of his desyre . Good wilt shall haue his gayne , and hate shall heape despight , A faythlesse friend shall find distrust , and loue shall reape delight . Thy selfe shall rest in peace , thy friend shall ioy thy fate , Thy foe shall fret at thy good happe , and I shall ioy thy state . But this my fond aduise , may seeme perchaunce but vayne , As rather teaching how to lose , then how a friend to gayne . But this not my intent , to teach to finde a friend , But safely how to loue and leaue , is all that I intend . And if you prooue in part , and finde my councell true , Then wish me well for my good will , t is all I craue , adue . FJNJS . My luck is losse .
6. M. Edwardes MAY . WHen MAY is in his prime , then MAY eche hart reioyce , When MAY bedecks eche branch with greene , ech bird streins forth his voice The liuely sappe creepes , vp into the bloming thorne , The flowres , which cold in prison kept , now laughes the frost to skorne . All natures Impes triumphes , whiles ioyfull May doth last , When MAY is gone , of all the yeere the pleasant time is past . MAY makes the cheerful hue , MAY breedes & brings new blood . MAY marcheth throughout euery lim , MAY makes the mery mood . MAY pricketh tender harts , their warbling notes to tune , Ful strange it is , yet some we see , doe make their MAY in June . Thus thinges are strangly wrought , whiles ioyful MAY doth last , Take MAY in time , when MAY is gone , the pleasant time is past . All ye that liue on earth , and haue your MAY at will , Reioyce in MAY , as I doe now , & vse your MAY with skill . Vse MAY , while that you may , for MAY hath but his time , When all the fruite is gone , it is to late the tree to clime . Your liking and your lust , is freshe whyles MAY dooth last , When MAY is gone , of all the yeere , the pleasant time is past . FJNJS . M. Edwardes .
7. Faire wordes make fooles faine . JN youthfull yeeres when first my young desyres began , To pricke me forth to serue in Court a sclender tal young man : My fathers blessing then I aske vpon my knee , Who blessing me with trembling hand , these words gan say to me : My sonne , God guide thy way , and shield thee from mischaunce , And make thy iust desartes in Court , thy poore estate to aduaunce : Yet when thou art become one of the Courtly trayne , Thinke on this prouerbe old ( qd he ) that faire words make foles fain . This counsell grauely giuen , most straunge appeares to me , Till tract of time with open eyes , had made me plainely see : What subtill sleightes are wrought by painted tales deuise , When hollow harts with freendly shewes the simple do entise . To thinke all golde that shynes , to feede their fond desire . Whose sheuering cold is warmd with smoke , in steede of flaming fyre , Sith talke of tickle trust , doth breede a hope most vayne , This prouerbe true by profe I find , that faire words make fooles fain . Faire speeche alway doth well , where deedes insue fayre wordes . Faire speech again alway doth euill , that bushes giue for byrdes , Who hopes to haue faire words , to trie his luckie lot , If I may councell , let him strike it while the yron is hot . But them that feede on cloddes , in steede of pleasaunt grapes , And after warning often giuen , for better luck still gapes , Full loth I am , yet must I tell them in wordes playne , This prouerbe olde proues true in them , that faire words make fooles fayne . Wo worth the time that wordes so slowly turne to deedes , Wo worth the time that faire sweet flowers are grown to rotten weedes , But thrise wo worth the time that truth away is fled , Wherein I see how simple harts , with wordes are vaynely fed , Trust not faire wordes therefore , where no deedes doe insue , Trust words as skilfull Falkeners do trust Hawkes that neuer flewe , Trust deedes , let words be words which neuer wrought me gayne , Let my experience make you wyse , and let words make fooles fayne . FJNJS M. Edwardes .
8 Jn his extreame sicknesse . WHat greeues my bones , and makes my body fainte What prickes my flesh and teares my head in twayne ? Why doe I wake when rest should me attaint ? When others laugh , why do I liue in payne ? I tosse , I turne , I chaunge from side to side , And stretch me oft in sorrowes linkes betyde . I tosse , as one betost in waues of care , I turne , to flye the woes of lothsome lyfe : I change , to spie if death this corpes might spare , I stretch to heauen to rid me of this strife : Thus doe I stretch , and chaunge , and tosse , and turne , Whyle I in hope of heauen my lyfe do burne . Then hold thee still , let be thy heauinesse , Abolish care , forget thy pining woe : For by this meanes soone shalt thou finde redresse , When oft betost , hence thou to heauen must goe . Then tosse , and turne , and tumble franke and free , O happy thryse , when thou in heauen shalt be . FINIS . L. Vaux .
9. For Christmas day . Reioyce reioyce with heart and voyce , Jn Christes birth this day reioyce . FRom Virgins wombe this day did spring , The precious seede that onely saued man : This day let man reioyce and sweetely sing , Since on this day saluation first began . This day did Christ mans soule from death remdite . With glorious sainctes to dwell in heauen aboue . This day to man , came pledge of perfect peace , This day to man , came loue and vnitie : This day mans griefe began for to surcease , This day did man receiue a remedie . For each offence and euery deadly sinne , With guiltie hart that erst he wandred in . In Christes flocke , let loue be surely plaste , From Christes flocke , let concord hate expel : Of Christes flocke let loue be so embraste , As we in Christ , and Christ in vs may dwell . Christ is the authour of all vnitie , From whence proceedeth all felicitie . O sing vnto this glittering glorious king , O praise his name let euery liuing thing : Let hart and voyce like Belles of siluer ring , The comfort that this day did bring . Let Lute , let Shalme , with sound of sweete delight , The ioy of Christes birth this day resight . FINIS . F. Kindlemarsh .
10 For Easter day . ALl mortal men this day reioyce , in Christ that you redeemed hath , By death with deth sing we with voice , to him that hath appesd gods wrath Due vnto man for sinfull path , wherein before he went astray , Giue thankes to him with perfect faith that for man kinde hath made this glorious day . This day he rose from tombe again , wherin his precious corse was laid Whom cruelly the Iewes had slaine , with bloody wounds ful il araid : O man be now no more dismayd , if thou henceforth from sin do stay , Of death thou needest not be afraide , Christ conquered death for this his glorious day . His death preuailed had no whit , as Paule the Apostle wel doth write , Except he had vprisen yet , from death to life by Godlike might , With most triumphant glittering light , This day his glory shined I say , and made vs bright as sunne this glorious day . O man arise with Christ therfore , since he from sin hath made the fre , Beware thou fall in sinne no more , but rise as Christ did rise for thee , So maist thou him in glory see , when he at day of doome shall say , Come thou my child and dwell with me , God graunt vs all to see that glorious day . FINIS . quoth Jasper Haywood .
11. For Whitsunday . COme holy ghost eternall God , and ease the wofull greefe , That through the heapes of heauy sin , can no where find releefe . Doe thou O God redresse The great distresse Of sinfull heauinesse . Come comfort the afflicted thoughtes of my consumed hart , O ryd the pearcing pricking paines of my tormenting smart : O holy ghost graunt me That I by thee From sinne may purged be . Thou art my God , to thee alone I will commend my cause , Nor glittering gold nor precious stone , shall make me leaue thy laws : O teach me then the way Whereby I may Make thee my onely stay . My lippes , my tongue , my hart and al , shall spread thy mighty name , My voyce shall neuer cease to sound the prayses of the same : Yea euery liuing thing Shall sweetely sing To thee ( O heauenly king . ) FINIS . F. K.
12. No pleasure without some payne . SWeete were the ioyes that both might like and last , Straunge were the state exempt from all distresse , Happy the life that no mishap should tast , Blessed the chaunce might neuer change successe , Were such a life to leade , or state to proue , Who would not wish that such a life were loue . But O the sowrie sauce of sweete vnsure , When pleasures flye and flit with wast of wind : The trustlesse traines that hoping harts allure , When sweete delightes doe but allure the mind . When care consumes and wastes the wretched wight , Whyle fancy feedes and drawes of her delight . What life were loue , if loue were free from payne ? But O that paine with pleasure match should meete : Why did the course of nature so ordayne , That surged sowre must sauce the bitter sweete ? Which sowre from sweete might any meanes remoue , What hap , what heauen , what life were like to loue : FJNJS . W. R.
13. Who mindes to bring his Shippe to happie shore Must care to know the lawes of wisedomes lore . MY friend , if thou wilt credite me in ought , To whom the truth by tryall well appeares : Nought worth is wit til it be dearely bought , There is no wisedome but in hoary heares . Yet if I may of wisedome oft de●●ne , As well as others haue of happinesse : Then to my words my freend thy eare encline , The thinges that make thee wise are these I gesse . Feare God , and know thy selfe in each degree , Be friend to all , familiar but to fewe : To light of credite see thou neuer be , For tryall ought in trust dooth treason shewe . To others faultes cast not too much thy eye , Accuse no man of guilt , amend thy owne : Of medling much doth mischiefe ought arise , And oft debate by tickle tongue is sowne . What thing thou wilt haue hyd , to none declare , In word or deede beware of had I wist : So spend thy good that some thou euer spare , For friendes like Haukes doo soare from emptie fist . Cut out thy coate according to thy cloth , Suspected persons see thou alwayes flee , Beleeue not him that once hath broke his troth , Nor yet of gift without desert be free . Time quickly slips beware how thou it spend , Of wanton youth repents a paynfull age : Begin nothing without an eye to th end , Nor bow thine eare from counsell of the sage . If thou too farre let out thy fancie slip , And witlesse will from reasons rule outstart : Thy folly shall at length be made thy whip , And sore the stripes of shame shall cause the smart ; To doe to much for old men is but lost , Of friendship had to women comes like gayne , Bestow not thou on Children to much cost , For what thou doest for these , is all in vayne , The old man or he can requite , he dies , Vnconstant is the womans wauering minde , Full soone the boy thy friendship will despise , And him for loue , thou shalt vngratefull finde . The aged man is like the barraine ground , The woman like the reede that wagges with winde : There may no trust in tender yeares he found , And of the three , the boy is most vnkinde . If thou haue found a faithfull friend in deede , Beware thou lose not loue of such a one : He shall sometime stand thee in better steede , Then treasure great of gold or precious stone . FJNJS . Jasper Haywood .
14. Of the vnconstant stay of Fortunes giftes . JF Fortune be thy stay , thy state is very tickle , She beares a double face , disguised , false and fickle : This day she seemes to smile , to morow will she frowne , What now she sets aloft , anone she throweth downe : Fly Fortunes slye deceytes , let Vertue be thy guide , If that you doo intend in happy state to abide . Vpon the setled rocke thy building surest standes , Away it quickly weares , that resteth on the sandes : Dame Vertue is the rocke , that yeeldes assured stay , Dame Fortune is the sand , that skoureth soone away : Choose that is certaine , let thing vncertaine passe , Preferre the precious gold , before the brittle glasse . Sly Fortune hath her slightes , she playes vpon the packe , Looke whom she fauours most , at length she turnes to wrack : But Vertue simply deales , she shuns deceitfull trayne , Who is by Vertue raysed vp , shall neuer fall agayne : Sticke fast to Vertue then , that giues assured trust , And flye from Fortunes frekes , that euer proue vniust . FJNJS . F. K.
15. Promise is debt . JN my accompt the promise that is vowed , Among the good is holden such a debt : As he is thought no whit to be allowed , That setteth light his promise to forget . And for my part I will not linke in loue , With fickle folke whose fancies ought remoue . My happy gaine I do esteeme for such , As fewe haue found in these our doubtfull dayes : To finde a freend I thinke it be as much , As to win a fort full fraught of noble prayse . Of all the goods that there may be possest , A faithfull freend I iudge to be the best . O freendly league although to late begun , Yet time shall trie our troth as well imployed : And that we both shall see that we haue won , Such fastned faith as can not be destroyed . By enuious rage or slaunders bitter blowe , That alwayes seekes the good to ouerthrowe . FJNJS . R. Hill .
16. No wordes but deedes . THE wrong is great , the payne aboue my power , That yeeldes such care in doubtfull dens to drowne : Such hap is hard where Fortune doth so lower , As freendly looke is turnd to froward frowne . Is this the trust that faithfull freendes can finde ? With those that yet haue promise broke ? By deedes in doubt , as though no wordes can binde , A vowed freend to hold him to his yoke . O faithlesse freend , what can assure your mind , That doubtes so soone before you haue cause why ? To what hard hap doth Fortune here me bind , When words nor deedes can no where satisfye . What can I write ? that hath not oft bine saide , What haue I sayd ? that hath not bine affyrmed : What not approued ? that ought to be assayed , Or what is vowed ? that shall not be perfourmed . Cast of mistrust , in hast no credite giue , To this or that , that breedeth freendes vnrest : No doubt at all , but trust me if I liue , My deedes shall proue , that all is for the best . And this beleeue , the Sea shall cease to flowe , The Sunne to shine within the fetled skye : All thinges on earth shall leaue to spring and growe , Yea euery Foule shall want his winges to flye . Eare I in thought shall seeme once to retyre , If you my freend remaine as I desyre : Nowe lose no time , but vse that while you may , Forget not this , a dogge shall haue a day . FINIS . R. D.
17. He desireth exchange of life . THE day delayed , of that I most do wishe , Wherewith I feede and starue in one degree : With wish and want still serued in one dishe , Aliue as dead , by proofe as you may see . To whom of old this prouerbe wel it serues , While grasse dooth grow , the selly horse he sterues . Tweene these extreames thus doo I rome the race , Of my poore life , this certainely I know : Tweene would and want vnwarely that do passe , More swift then shot out of Archers bow . As Spider drawes her line all day , I watch the net , and others haue the pray . And as by proofe the greedy dogge doth gnawe , The bared bone all onely for the taste : So to and fro this lothsome life I draw , With fancies forst and fed with vaine repast . Narsissus brought vnto the water brinke , So aye thirst I , the more that I do drinke . Loe thus I dye , and yet I seeme not sicke , With smart vnseene my selfe , my selfe I weare : With prone desire and power that is not quicke , With hope aloft now drenched in dispayre . Trained in trust for no reward assignd , The more I hast , the more I come behind . With hurt to heale , in frozen yse to frie , With losse to laugh , this is a wonderous case : Fast fetred here , is forst away to flie , As hunted Hare , that Hound hath in the chase . With winges and spurres , for all the hast I make , As like to lose , as for to draw the stake . The dayes be long that hang vpon desert , The life is irke of ioyes that be delayed : The time is short for to requite the smart , That dooth proceede of promise long vnpayed . That to the last of this my fainting breath , I wish exchange of life for happy death . FJNJS . L. Vaux .
18. Of the instabilitie of youth . WHEN I looke backe and in my selfe behold , The wandring wayes that youth could not descry : And markt the fearful course that youth did hold , And mette in mind , eache steppe youth strayed a wry . My knees I bowe , and from my hart I call , O Lord , forget these faultes and folies all . For now I see , how voyde youth is of skill , I see also his prime time and his end : I doe confesse my faultes and all my ill , And sorow sore , for that I did offend , And with a mind repentant of all crimes , Pardon I aske for youth , ten thousand times . The humble hart , hath daunted the proud mind , Eke wysedome hath giuen ignorance a fall : And wit hath taught , that folly could not find , And age hath youth , her subiect and her thrall . Therfore I pray , O Lord of life and truth , Pardon the faultes committed in my youth . Thou that diddest graunt the wise king his request , Thou that in the Whale , thy prophet didst preserue : Thou that forgauest the wounding of thy brest , Thou that didst saue the theefe in state to sterue . Thou onely God , the giuer of all grace , Wipe out of mind , the path of youthes vaine race . Thou that by power , to life didst raise the dead . Thou that restorest the blind to sight : Thou that for loue , thy life and loue out bled , Thou that of fauour , madest the lame goe right . Thou that canst heale , and helpe in all assayes , Forgiue the gilth , that grewe in youthes vaine wayes . And now since I , with faith and doubtlesse mind , Doo flye to thee by prayer to appease thy yre : And since that thee I onely seeke to finde , And hope by faith to attaine my iust desire . Lord mind no more youthes error and vnskill , And able age , to doo thy holy will . FJNJS . L. Vaux .
19. Most happy is that state alone , Where words and deedes agree in one . BY paynted words , the silly simple man , To trustlesse trap , is trayned now and than : And by conceyt , of sweete alluring tale , He bites the baits , that breedes his bitter bale . To beawties blaze , cast not thy rouing eye : In pleasant greeue , doo stinging serpents lye . The golden Pill , hath but a bitter tast , In glittering glasse , a poyson ranckest plaste . So pleasant wordes , without performing deedes : May well be deemed to spring of Darnel seedes , The freendly deede is it , that quickly tryes : Where trustie faith , and freendly meaning lyes . That state therefore most happy seemes to be : Where wordes and deedes , most faithfully agree . My freend if thou wilt keepe thy honest name : Fly from the blot , of barking slaunders blame . Let not in word thy promise be more large : Then thou in deede , art willing to discharge . Abhorred is that false dissembling broode : That seemes to beare two faces in one hoode . To say a thing , and not to meane the same : Wyll turne at length to losse of thy good name . Wherefore my freend , let double dealing goe : In stead whereof , let perfect playnenesse flowe . Doo thou no more , in idle wordes exceede : Then thou intendes to doe , in very deede . So good report , shall spread thy worthy prayse : For being iust in word and deede alwayes . You worldly wightes that worldly dooers are : Before you let your word slip out to farre , Consider well , what inconuenience springes : By breache of promise made , in lawfull thinges . First , God mislikes where such deceit doth swarme : Next , it redoundeth vnto thy neighbours harme . And last of all , which is not least of all : For such offence , thy conscience suffer shall . As barren groundes , bringes forth but rotten weedes . From barren words , so fruitlesse chaffe proceedes . As sauery flowres , doo spring in fertil ground : So trustie freendes , by triall soone are found . To shunne therefore the woorst , that may ensue : Let deedes alway , approue thy sayings true . FJNJS . F. K.
20. Who will aspire to dignitie . By learning must aduaunced be . THe poore that liue in needy rate , by learning doo great riches gaine : The rich that liue in welthy state , by learning do their welth maintaine . Thus rich and poore , are furthered still , By sacred rules of learned skill . All fond conceites of franticke youth , the golden gift of learning stayes : Of doubtfull things to search the truth , learning sets forth the reddy wayes . O happy him doo I repute , Whose brest it fraught with learning fruite . There growes no corne within the field , the Oxe & Plough did neuer tyll , Right so the mind no fruite can yeeld , that is not lead by learnings skill . Of ignoraunce comes rotten weedes , Of learning springes right noble deedes . Like as the Captaine hath respect , to traine his souldiours in aray : So learning doth mans mind direct , by Vertues staffe his life to stay . Though Freendes and Fortune waxeth skant , Yet learned men shall neuer want . You Impes therfore in youth be sure , to fraught your mindes with learned thinges , For learning is the fountaine pure , out from the which al glory springes . Who so therefore will glory win , With learning first must needes begin . FINIS . F. K.
21. Mans flittyng life findes surest stay , Where sacred Vertue bearteh sway . THE sturdy Rocke for all his strength , by raging Seas is rent in twaine : The Marble stone is pearst at length , with little drops of drisling raine . The Oxe dooth yeeld vnto the yoke , The Steele obeyeth the hammer stroke . The stately Stagge that seemes so stout , by yalping hounds at bay is set : The swiftest bird that flees aboue , is caught at length in Fowlers net . The greatest Fish in deepest Brooke , Is soone deceiued with subtill hooke . Yea man him selfe , vnto whose will , all thinges are bounden to obey : For all his witte and worthy skill , doth fade at length and fal away , There is nothing , but time doth wast , The Heauens , the Earth , consume at last . But Vertue sittes triumphing still , vpon the Trone of glorious Fame : Though spitefull death mans body kill , yet hurts he not his vertuous name By life or death , what so betides , The state of Vertue , neuer slides . FINIS . M. T.
22. Nothing is comparable vnto a faithfull freend . SIth this our time of Freendship is so skant , Sith Freendship now in euery place doth want . Sith euery man of Freendship is so hollowe , As no man rightly knowes which way to followe . Sease not my Muse , sease not in these our dayes , To ring loude peales , of sacred Freendships prayse . If men be now , their owne peculier freendes , And to their neighbours freendship none pertendes . If men of Freendship shewe them selues so bare , And of their brethren take no Freendly care . Forbeare not then my muse , nor feare not then , To ring dispraise of these vnfreendly men . Did man of Freendship know the mighty power ? How great effectes it worketh euery houre . What store of hidden freendship it retaynes , How still it powreth forth aboundant gaines . Man would with thee my muse in these our dayes , Ring out loude peales , of sacred Freendships prayse . Freendship releeueth mans necessitie , Freendship , comforteth mans aduersitie . Freendship augmenteth mans prosperitie , Freendship preferres man to felicitie . Then ring my muse , ring out in these our dayes , Ring out loude peales , of sacred freendships prayse . Of Freendship , growes loue and charitie , By Freendship , men are linked in amitie : From Freendship springeth all commoditie , The fruite of Freendship , is fidelitie . Oh ring my muse , ring out in these our dayes , Peale vpon peale , of sacred Freendships praise . That man with man , true freendship may embrace , That man to man , may shew a freendly face : That euery man , may sowe such freendly seedes , As freendship may be found in freendly deedes . And ioyne with thee my Muse in these our dayes , To ring loud peales of sacred Freendships prayse . FJNJS . F. K.
23. Remember thy ende . TO be as wise as Cato was , or rich as Cresus in his life : To haue the strength of Hercules , which did subdue by force or strife . What helpeth it when Death doth call , The happy ende exceedeth all . The rich may wel the poore releeue , the Rulers may redresse ech wrong : The learned may good counsel giue , but marke the end of this my song . Who doth these thinges , happy they call , Their happy ende exceedeth all . The happiest end , in these our dayes , that al do seeke , both small & great : Is either for Fame , or else for praise , or who may sit in highest seate . But of these thinges , hap what hap shall . The happy ende exceedeth all . A good beginning ought we see , but seeldome standing at one stay : For few do like the meane degree , their praise at parting some men say . The thinges wherto each wight is thrall , The happy ende exceedeth all . The meane estate , that happy life , which liueth vnder gouernance : Who seekes no hate , nor breedes no strife , but takes in worth his happy chance . If contentation him befall , His happy ende exceedeth all . The longer life that we desire , the more offence doth dayly grow : The greater paine it doth require , except the Iudge some mercy shew . Wherfore I thinke and euer shall , The happy ende exceedeth all . FJNJS . D. S.
24. He perswadeth his freend , from the fond Affectes of loue . WHy art thou bound & maist go fre , shal reason yeld to raging will ? Is thraldom like to liberty ? wilt thou exchange thy good for ill ? Then shalt thou learne a childish play , and of ech part to tash & proue : The lookers on shal iudge and say , loe this is he that liues by loue . Thy wits with thoughts , shal stand at stay , thy head shal haue but heauy rest . Thy eies shal watch for wanton praies , thy tonge shal shew thy harts request . Thy eares shal here a M. noise , thy hand shal put thy pen to pain : And in the end , thou shalt dispraise , thy life so spent , for such smal gaine . If loue & list might euer cope , or youth might run in reasons race : Or if strong sute might win sure hope , I wold lesse blame a louers case For loue is hot , with great desire , & sweete delight makes youth so fond , That little sparks wil proue great fire , & bring free hartes to endlesse bond . First count the care & then the cost , & marke what fraude in faith is found : Then after come & make thy bost , & shew some cause why thou art bound For when the wine doth run ful low , you shal be faine to drinke the lies : And eate the flesh ful well I know , that hath ben blowne with many flies . We see where great deuotion is , the people kneele & kisse the crosse : And though we find smal fault of this , yet some wil gilld a bridles bosse . A foole his bable will not change , not for the septer of a king , A louers life is nothing strange , for youth delights none other thing . FINIS . Tho. Churchyard .
25. Wanting his desire he complayneth . THe sailing ships with ioy at length , do touch their long desired port , The hewing axe the Oke doth wast , the battring Canon breaks the fort . Hard hagard haukes stope to the lure , wild colts in time the bridle tames : There is nothing so out of vre , but to his kind long time it frames . Yet this I find in time , no time can winne my sute , Though oft the tree I climbe , I can not catch the fruite . And yet the pleasant branches oft in yeelding wise to me do bow , When I would touch they spring aloft , soone are they gone I wot not how Thus I present the sleeting floode , like Tantalus in hel below , Would God my case she vnderstoode , which can full soone releeue my woe Which if to her were knowen , the fruite were surely mine , She would not let me grone , and brouse vpon the rine . But if my ship with tackle torne , with rented sailes must needs retire . And streame & wind hath plainly sworn , by force to hinder my desire , Like one that strikes vpon the rocks , my weary wracke I shoulde bewayle And learne to know false fortunes mookes , who smiles on me to small auaile . Yet sith she onely can , my rented ship restore , To helpe her wracked man , but once I seeke no more . FJNJS . M. Edwards .
26. Trye before you truste . JN freendes are found a heape of doubts , that double dealing vse , A swarme of such I could find out , whose craft I can accuse : A face for loue , a hart for hate , these faigned freendes can beare , A tongue for troth , a head for wyles , to hurt each simple eare . In humble port , is poyson pact , that plainenesse can not spie . Which credites all , and can not see , where stinging serpents lye . Through hastie trust , the harmelesse heart , is easely hampred in , And made beleeue it is good gold , when it is lead and tin . The first deceit that bleares myne eyes , is faigned faith profest , The second trappe is grating talke , that gripes each strangers brest . The third deceite is greeting wordes , with colours painted out , Which bids suspect to feare no smart , nor dread no dangerous doubt . The fourth , and last is long repaire , which creepes in freendships lap , And dayly hauntes , that vnder trust , deuiseth many a trap . Loe how false freendes can frame a fetch , to win the wil with wils , To sauce their slightes with sugred sops , & shadow harme with smiles . To serue their lustes , are sundry sorts , by practise diuers kindes , Some carries honnie in their mouthes , and venime in their mindes . Mee thinkes the stones within the streetes , should cry out in this case , And euery one that doth them meete , should shunne their double face . FJNJS . D. S.
27. A Lady forsaken complayneth . JF pleasures be in painfulnes ? in pleasures doth my body rest , If ioyes accord with carefulnes ? a ioyful hart is in my brest : If prison strong is libertie ? in libertie long haue I bene , If ioyes accord with miserie ? who can compare a life to mine . Who can vnbind that is sore bound ? who can make free that is sore thrall , Or how can any meanes be found to comfort such a wretch withall . None can , but he that hath my hart , conuert my paynes to comfort then . Yet since his seruant I became , most like a bondman haue I beene : Since first in bondage I became , my words & deedes were euer such , That neuer once he could me blame , except from louing him too much . Which I can iudge no iust offence , nor cause that I deserue disdayne , Except he mean through false pretence , through forged loue to make a train . nay , nay , alas , my fained thoughts , my frended & my fained ruth My pleasures past my present plaints , shew wel I mean but to much truth . But since I can not him attain , against my wil I let him goe . And least he glory at my paine , I will attempt to cloke my woe . Youth , learn by me , but do not proue , for I haue proued to my paine , What grieuous griefs do grow by loue , & what it is to loue in vaine . FJNJS . M. D.
28. Finding worldly ioyes but vanities , he wisheth death . FOrlorne in filthy froward fate , wherein a thousand cares I find , By whom I do lament my state , annoyd with fond afflicted mind : A wretch in woe , and dare not cry , I liue , and yet I wish to die . The day in dole , that semeth long , I pas with sighes & heauy cheere . And with these eyes I vewe the wrong , that I sustaine by liuing here : Where my mishaps as rife doo dwell , As plagues within the pit of hell . A wailing wight I walk alone , in desart dennes there to complaine , Among the sauage sort to mone , I flee my freends wher they remain : And pleasure take to shun the sight , Where erst I felt my great delight , A captiue clapt in chaynes of care , lapt in the lawes of lethal loue , My flesh and bones consumed bare , with crauling greefes full strange to proue : Though hap doth bid me hope at least , Whyles grasse doth grow , yet statues the beast . A seeged fort with forrain force , for want of aide , must yeeld at last , So must my weried pined corse , submit it selfe to bitter tast : Of crauling care , that carkes my brest , Till hope or death , shall breede my rest . FJNJS . F. M.
29. A replie to M. Edwards MAY . J Read a maying rime of late delighted much my eare , It may delight as many moe , as it shall reade or heare . To see how there is shewed , how May is much of price , And eke to May when that you may , euen so is his aduice . It seemes he meant to may himselfe , and so to vse his skill , For that the time did serue so well , in May to haue his will . His onely May was ease of mind , so farre as I can gesse , And that his may his mind did please , a man can iudge no lesse . And as himselfe did reape the fruites , of that his pleasant May , He wils his freende the same to vse , in time when as he may . He is not for him selfe it seemes , but wisheth well to all , For that he would they should , take May in time when it doth fall . So vse your May , you may , it can not hurtfull be , And May well vsed in time and place , may make you mery gle : Modest maying meetest is , of this you may be sure , A modest maying quietnes , to Mayers doth procure . Who may and will not take , may wish he had so done , Who may and it doth take , may thinke he tooke too sone . So ioyne your May with wisedomes lore , and then you may be sure , Who makes his May in other sort , his vnrest may procure . Some May before May come , some May when May is past , Some make their May to late , and some doe May posthast . Let wisedome rule I say your May , and thus I make an ende , And May , that when you list to May , a good May God you sende . FJNJS . M. S.
30. Hauing marryed a worthy Lady , and taken away by death , he complayneth his mishap . JN youth when I at large did lead , my life in lusty libertie , When heuy thoughts no one did spread , to let my pleasant fantasy : No fortune seemd , so hard could fall , This freedome then , that might make thrall . And twenty yeeres I scarse had spent , when to make ful my happy fate Both treasures great were on me cast , with lands & titles of estate : So as more blest their I , stoode than , Eke as me thought was neuer man . For of Dame Fortune who is he , could more desire by iust request , Then health , with wealth , and liberty , al which at once I this possest : But masking in this ioly ioy , A soden sight , prooud al a toy . For passing on these mery dayes , with new deuice of pleasures great , And now and their to view the rayes of beauties works with cunning feat : In heauenly hewes , all which as one , I oft behelde , but bound to none . And one day rowling thus my eyes , vpon these blessed wights at ease , Amongst the rest one did I se , who straight my wandring lokes did sease : And stayed them firme , but such a sight , Of beautie yet saw neuer wight . What shal I seke to praise it more , wher tongs cannot wel praise the same But to be short to louers lore , I straight my sences all did frame : And were it wit , or were it chaunce , I wonne the Garland in this daunce . And thus where I before had thought , no hap my fortune might encrease , A double blis this chance forth brought , so did my ladies loue me please Her faith so firme , and constant such , As neuer hart , can praise too much . But now with torments strange I tast , the fickle stay of fortunes wheele And where shee raised from high to cast , with greater force of griefe to feele : For from this hap of soden frowne , Of Princes face she threw me downe . And thus exchange now hath it made , by liberty a thing most deare , In hatefull prison for to fade , where sundred from my louing feare , My wealth and health , stands at like stay , Obscurely to consume away . And last when humane force was none , could part our loue wherin we liued , My ladies life alas is gon , most cruel death hath it bereued : Whose vertues , her , to God , hath wonne , And left me here , a man vndone . FINIS . F. G.
31. A worthy ditie , song before the Queenes Maiestie at Bristowe . MIstrust not troth , that truely meanes , for euery ielous freke , Instead of wrong , condemne not right , no hidden wrath to wreke : Looke on the light of fault lesse life , how bright her vertues shine , And measure out her steppes each one , by leuel and by line . Deeme eche desert by vpright gesse , wherby your praise shall liue , If malice would be match with might , let hate no iudgement giue . Enforce no feare with wresting wittes , in quiet conscience brest . Lend not your eares to busie tongues , which breedeth much vnrest . In doubtfull drifts wade not to farre , it weries but the mind , Seeke not to search the secret harts , whose thoughts are hard to find : Auoide from you those hateful heads , that helpes to heape mishap , Be slow to heare the flatterers voice , that creepeth in your lap . Embrace their loue that wills you good , and sport not at their praise , Trust not too much vnto your selfe , for feeble are your stayes : How can your seate be setled faste , or stand on stedfast ground , So propped vp with hollow harts , whose surety is vnsound . Giue faith to those that feare for loue , and not that loue for feare , Regard not them that force compels , to please you euery where : All this well waid and borne away , shall stablish long your state , Continually with perfect peace , in spite of puffing hate . FINIS . D. S.
32. An Epitaph vpon the death of Sir Edward Saunders . Knight , Lord chiefe Baron of the Exchequer . YOu Muses weare your mourning weeds , strike on the fatal Drome , Sound Triton out the trumpe of fame , in spite of Parcas dome . Distill Parnassus pleasant drops , possesse Pierides place , Apollo helpe with dolefull tune , to waile this wofull case . Wring hard your hands , waile on your losse , lament the fate that fell , With sobs and sighes to Saunders say , oh Saunders now farewell , Whom Phaebus fed with Pallas pappe , as one of Sibils seede , Loe here where death did rest his corps , the vermine foule to feede . Whom Impes of Joue with Necter sweete , long in Libethres noursht , Behold how dreadful death him brought , to that whence he came first . Lycurgus he for learned lawes , Rhadamanthus race that ranne , An other Nestor for aduise , Zalucus fame that wanne . A Damon deare vnto his freend , in faith like Phocion found , A Cato that could counsell giue , to prince a subiect found . Not Athens for their Solon sage , not Rome for Numa waile , As we for Saunders death haue cause , in fods of teares to saile . Nor Sparta card for Chilos death , ne proud Prienua prest , To weepe for Bias as we wayle , for Saunders late possest . His learned pathes his talentes rare , so now by death appeares , As he that Salomon sought to serue , in prime and youthfull yeeres , His counsel sad , his rules , his lawes , in country soyle so wrought , As though in Cuma he had ben , of sage Sibilla taught . His vertuous life was such I say , as Vertue did embrace , By Vertue taught in Vertues schoole , to grow in vertues race . Might tender babes , might orphants weak , might widows rere that cry , The sound thereof should pearce the cloudes , to skale the empire sky . To bid the gods to battel bend , and to dissend in sight , Though farre vnfit , and mates vnmeete , with mortal men to fight . Too late ( alas ) we wish his life , to soone deceiued vs Death . Too little wit we haue to seeke , the dead agayne to breath . What helplesse is , must carelesse be , as Natures course doth shewe , For death shal reape what life hath sowen , by nature this we know . Where is that fierce Achilles fled , where is king Turnus shroude , What is become of Priamus state , where is Periander proude : Hector , Hanno , Hanibal , dead , Pompei , Pirrhus spild , Scipio , Cirus , Caesar , slaine , and Alexander kild . So long there Fortune fast did floe , and charged Fame to sound , Till frowning Fortune foyld by face , which fawning fortune found : Shun Fortunes feates , shake fortune of to none is fortune sound , Sith none may say of Fortune so , I Fortune faithfull found . Beholde where Fortune flowed so fast , and fauoured Saunders lure , Tiliffckle Fortune false again did Saunders death procure . Lo clothed could in cloddes of clay , in drossy dust remaine , By fate returnd from whence he came , to his mothers wombe againe . Who welnigh thirtie yeeres was Iudge , before a Iudge dyd fall , And iudged by that mighty Iudge , which Iudge shall iudge vs all . The heauens may of right reioyce , and earth may it bewayle , Sith heauen wan , and earth hath lost , the guide and arke of vaile . There gaine is much , our losse is great , their mirth our mone is such , That they may laugh as cause doo yeeld , & we may weepe as much : O happy he , vnhappy we , his hap doth aye encrease , Happy he , and haplesse we , his hap shall neuer cease . We liue to die , he dyed to liue , we want , and he possest , We bide in bands , he bathes in blisse , the Gods aboue him blest . Being borne to liue , he liued to dye , and dyed to God so plaine , That birth , that life , that death , doo shew , that he shall liue againe : His youth to age , his age to death , his death to fame applied , His fame to time , his time to God , thus Saunders liued and dyed . O happy life , O happier death , O tenne times happy he , Whose hap it was , such hap to haue , a Iudge this age to be . Oh ioyfull time , oh blessed soyle , where Pallas rules with witte , O noble state , O sacred seate , where Saba sage dooth sitte . Like Susan sound , like Sara sad , with Hesters mace in hand , With Judiths sword Bellona like , to rule this noble land . I had my will , you haue your wish , I laugh , reioyce you may , I wan now much , you gaine no lesse , to see this happy day . Wherein I dyed , wherein you liue , Oh treble happy cost , Wherein I ioyed in glory great , wherein you triumph most . Knele on your knes , knock hard your brests , sound forth the ioyful drome Clap loude your handes , sound Eccho say , the golden world is come . Reioyce you Iudges may of right , your mirth may now be such , As neuer earst you Iudges had , in England mirth so much . Here Cuma is , here Sibill raignes , on Delphos seate to sitte , Here shee like Phaebus rules , that can Gordius knot vnknitte . I liued to nature long ynough , I liued to honour much , I liued at wish , I died at will , to see my country such . As neither needes it Numas lawes , nor yet Apollos sweard , For Mauger Mars , yet Mars shal be of this our Queene afeard . O peerlesse pearle , O Diamond deer , O Queene of Queenes farwell , Your royall maiestie God preserue in England long to dwell . Farwell the Phaenix of the world , farwel my soueraigne Queene , Farwel most noble vertuous prince , Mineruas mate I weene . No Iuel , Gemme , no Gold to giue , no pearles from Pactolos lo , No Persian Gaze , no Indian stones , no Tagus sandes to show . But faith and will to natiue soyle aliue and dead I finde , My hart my mind , my loue I leaue vnto my prince behinde . Farwel you nobles of this land , farwel you Iudges graue , Farwel my felowes , frends & mates , your Queene I say God saue . What rise in time , in time doth fall , what floweth in time doth ebbe , What liues in time , in time shall dye , and yeelde to Parcus webbe . The sunne to darknes shal be turnd , the starres from skies shall fall , The Moone to blood , the world with fire shal be consumed all . As smoke or vapour vanish streight , as bubbles rise and fall , As cloudes do passe or shadow shiftes we liue , we dye so all . Our pompe our pride , our triumph most , our glory great herein , Like shattering shadow passe away , as though none such had bin . Earth , water , ayre , and fire , as they were earst before , A lumpe confused , and Chaos calld , so shall they once be more . And all to earth , that came from earth , and to the graue descend , For earth on earth , to earth shall goe , and earth shall be the end . As Christ ascended vp in clowdes , so Christ in clowdes shall come , To iudge both good and bad on earth , at dreadful day of dome . From whence our flesh shall rise againe , euen from the drossy dust , And so shall passe I hope , vnto the mansion of the iust . FINIS . Lodowick LLoyd .
33. His good name being blemished , he bewayleth . FRamd in the front of forlorne hope , past all recouery . I stayles stand tabide the shocke of shame and infamy . My life through lingring long is lodgde , in lare of lothsome wayes , My death delayd to keepe from life , the harme of haplesse dayes : My sprites , my hart , my witte and force , in deepe destresse are dround , The onely losse of my good name , is of these greefes the ground . And since my mind , my wit , my head , my voyce , & tongue are weake : To vtter , mooue , deuise , conceiue , sound forth , declare , and speake : Such pearsing plaints , as aunswere might , or would my wofull case , Helpe craue I must , and craue I will , with teares vpon my face : Of all that may in heauen or hell , in earth or ayre be found , To waile with me this losse of mine , as of these greefes the ground . Helpe gods , helpe saints , helpe sprits & powers , that in the heauen do dwell , Helpe ye that are aye woont to waile , ye howling houndes of hell : Helpe man , helpe beasts , helpe birds , & wormes , that on the earth doth toile Helpe fishe , helpe foule , that flockes and feedes vpon the salt sea soyle . Helpe Eccho that in ayre doth flee , shril voyces to resound , To waile this losse of my good name , as of these greefes the ground . FJNJS . E. O.
34. Of Fortunes power . POlicrates whose passing hap , causd him to lose his fate , A golden ring cast in the seas to change his constant state , And in a fish yet at his bourd , the same he after found , Thus Fortune loe , to whom she takes , for bountie doth abound . The myzers vnto might she mounts , a common case we see , And mighty to great misery , she sets in low degree : Whom she to day doth reare on hie , vpon her whirling wheele , Tomorrow next shee dingeth downe , and casteth at her heele . No measure hath shee in her giftes , she doth reward eche sort , The wise that counsell haue , no more , then fooles that maketh sport . She vseth neuer partiall handes , for to offend or please , Geue me good Fortune al men sayes , and throw me in the seas . It is no fault or worthines , that makes men fall or rise , I rather be borne Fortunate , then to be very wise . The blindest man right soone , that by good Fortune guided is , To whom that pleasant Fortune pipes , can neuer daunce amis , FJNJS . M. Edwards .
36 Though triumph after bloudy wars , the greatest brags do beare . Yet triumph of a conquered mind , the crowne of fame shall weare . WHo so doth marke the carelesse life , of these vnhappy dayes , And sees what smal and slender hold , the state of vertue stayes : He findes , that this accursed trade , proceedeth of this ill , That men be giuen too much to yeeld , to their vntamed will . In lacke of taming witlesse will , the poore we often see , Enuies the rich , because that he , his equal cannot be : The rich aduaunced to might by wealth , from wrong doth not refraine , But will oppresseth weaker sort , to heape excessiue gaine . If Fortune were so blind to giue to one man what he will , A world would not suffice the same , if he might haue his fill : We wish , we search , we striue for all , and haue no more therein , Then hath the slaue , when deth doth come , though Cresus welth he win . In getting much , we get but care , such brittle wealth to keepe , The rich within his walles of stone , doth neuer soundly sleepe : When poore in weake and slender house , do feare no losse of wealth , And haue no further care but this , to keepe themselues in health . Affection may not hide the sword of sway in iudgement seate , Least partiall fauour execute , the law in causes greate : But if the mind in constant state , affection quite do leaue , The higher state shal haue their rights , the poore no wrong receiue . It is accompted greater praise to Caesars loftie state , Against his vanquist foes , in warres to bridle wrekefull hate : Then when to Rome he had subdued the people long vnknowne , Whereby as farre as land was found , the same abrode was blowne . If honor can selfe will refuse , and iustice be vpright . And priuate state desires but that , which good appeares in sight : Then vertue shall with soueraigne show , to euery eye reueale , An heauenly life , a wealefull state , a happy common weale . Let vertue then the triumph win , and gouern all your deedes , Your yeelding to her sober heastes , immortall glory breedes : She shall vpreare your worthy name , shining into the skies , Her beames shall blaze in graue obscure , where shrined carkasse lyes . FJNJS . M. Edwards .
37. Of perfect wisedome . WHo so wil be accompted wise , and truely claime the same , By ioyning vertue to his deedes , he must atchieue the same : But few there be , that seeke thereby true wisedome to attaine , O God so rule our harts therfore , such fondnesse to refraine . The wisedome which we most esteeme , in this thing doth consist , With glorious talke to shew in words , our wisedome when we list . Yet not in talke , but seemely deedes , our wisedome we should place , To speake so faire , and doe but ill , doth wisedome quite disgrace . To bargaine well , and shunne the losse , a wisedome counted is , And thereby through the greedy coyne , no hope of grace to mis: To seeke by honor to aduaunce his name to brittle praise , Is wisedome , which we dayly see , increaseth in our dayes . But heauenly wisedome sower seemes to hard for them to win , And weary of the sute they seeme , when they do once begin : It teacheth vs to frame our life , while vitall breath we haue , When it dissalueth earthly masse , the soule from death to saue . By feare of God to rule our steppes , from sliding into vice , A wisedome is , which we neglect , although of greater price : A poynt of wisedome also this , we commonly esteeme , That euery man should be in deede , that he desires to seeme . To bridle that desire of gaine , which forceth vs to ill , Our hauty stomackes Lord represse , to tame presuming will : This is the wisedome that we should , aboue each thing desire , O heauenly God from sacred throne , that grace in vs inspire . And print in our repugnant harts , the rules of wisedome true , That all our deedes in worldly life , may like therof insue : Thou onely art the liuing spring , from whom this wisedome flowes , O wash therwith our sinful hartes , from vice that therin growes . FJNJS . M. Edwards .
38. A freendly admonition . YE stately wightes , that liue in quiet rest , Through worldly wealth , which God hath giuen you . Lament with teares and sighes from dolefull breast : The shame and power that vice obtaineth now . Behold how God doth dayly profer grace , Yet we disdaine repentance to embrace . The suddes of sinne do soke into the minde , And cancred vice doth vertue quite expell : No change to good alas can resting finde , Our wicked hartes so stoutly do rebell . Not one there is that hasteth to amend , Though God from heauen his dayly threats downe send . We are so slow to change our blamefull life , We are so prest to snatch aluring vice : Such greedy hartes on euery side be rife , So few that guide their will by counsell wise , To let our teares lament the wretched case , And call to God for vndeserued grace . You worldly wightes , that haue your fancies fixt , On slipper ioy of terraine pleasure here : Let some remorse in all your deedes be mixt , Whiles you haue time let some redresse appeare . Of sodaine death the houre you shall not know , And looke for Death although it seemeth slow . Oh be no iudge in other mens offence , But purge thy selfe and seeke to make thee free , Let euery one apply his diligence , A change to good within him selfe to see . O God direct our feete in such a stay , From cancred vice to shun the hatefull way . FINIS . R. Hill .
39. Sundry men sundry affectes . JN euery wight some sundry sort of pleasure I do finde , Which after he doth seeke to ease his toyling minde . Diana with her trayning chase , of hunting had delight , Against the fearful Deare , she could direct her shotte aright . The loftie yeeres in euery age , doth still embrace the same , The sport is good , if vertue doo assist the cheerefull game . Minerua in her chattering armes her courage doth aduaunce , In triall of the bloudy wars , she giueth luckie chaunce . For sauegard men imbrace the same , which do so needfull seeme . That noble hartes their cheefe delightes in vse thereof esteeme , In warlike games to trie or ryde the force of armes they vse , And base the man we do account that doth the same refuse . The siluer sound of musickes cordes , doth please Apollos wit , A sentence which the heauens aduaunce , where it deserues to sit , A pleasure apt for euery wight , releefe to carefull minde , For woe redresse , for care a salue , for sadnes helpe we finde . The soueraigne praise of Musicke stil , doth cause the Poets faine . That whirling Spheres , and eake the heauens do hermonie retaine . I hard , that these three powers , at variance lately fel , Whiles each did praise his owne delight , the other to excel . Then Fame , as an indifferent iudge , to end the case they call , The praise pronounced by her to them , indifferently doth fall . Diana health and strength maintaine , Minerua force doth tame , And Musicke giues a sweete delight , to further others game . These three delightes to hawtre mindes the worthiest are esteemed , If vertue be annexed to them , they rightly be so deemed . With ioy they do reuiue the witte with sorow oft opprest , And neuer suffer solempne greefe to long in mind to rest . Be wise in mirth , and seeke delight , the same doe not abuse , In honest mirth a happy ioy we ought not to refuse . FJNJS . R. Hill .
40. Of a Freend and a Flatterer . A Trustie freend is rare to finde , a fawning foe may sone be got : A faithful frend bere stil in mind , but fawning foe regard thou not A faithfull freend no cloke doth craue , to colour knauery withal : But Sicophant a Gun must haue , to beare a port what ere befall . A nose to smel out euery feast , a brasen face to set it out : A shamles child or homely gest , whose life doth like to range about . A fauning foe while wealth doth last , a thefe to rob & spoile his freend : As strong as oke while wealth doth last , but rotten sticke doth proue in the end . Looke first , then leape , beware the mire : Burnt Child is warnd to dread the fire . Take heede my freend , remember this , Short horse ( they say ) soone curried is . FJNJS . M. Edwards .
41. Of sufferaunce commeth case . TO seeme for to reuenge each wrong in hasty wise , By proofe of guiltlesse men , it hath not bene the guise . In slaunders lothsome brute , where they condemned be , with ragelesse moode they suffer wrong , where truth shal try them free . These are the patient pangues , that passe within the brest , Of those , that feele their cause by mine , where wrong hath right opprest . I know how by suspect , I haue bene iudgd awry , And graunted gilty in the thing , that clerely I deny . My faith may me defend , if I might loued be , God iudge me so , as from the guilt I know me to be free . I wrote but for my selfe , the griefe was all mine owne . As , who would proue extremitie , by proofe it might be knowne . Yet are there such , that say they can my meaning deeme , Without respect of this old troth , things proue not as they seeme . Whereby it may befall , in iudgement to be quicke , To make themselues suspect therewith , that needed not to kicke . Yet in resisting wrong , I would not haue it thought , I do amisse , as though I knew by whom it might be wrought . If any such there be , that herewithall be vext , It were their vertue to beware , and deeme me better next . L. Vaux .
43. All thinges are Vaine : ALthough the purple morning , brags in brightnes of the sunne , As though he had of chased night , a glorious conquest wonne : The time by day , giues place againe to force of drowsie night , And euery creature is constrained to change his lustie plight . Of pleasures all , that here we taste : We feele the contrary at laste . In spring , though pleasant Zephirus , hath fruitefull earth inspired , And neuer hath ech bush , ech branch , with blossomes braue attired : Yet fruites and flowers , as buds and blomes ful quickly withered be , When stormie winter comes to kill , the sommers iolitie . By time are got , by time are lost , All thinges wherin we pleasure most . Although the Seas so calmely glide , as daungers none appeare , And doubt of stormes , in skie is none , king Phaebus shines so cleare : Yet when the boisterous windes breake out , & raging waues do swel , The seely barke now heaues to heauen , now sinckes againe to hel . Thus change in euery thing we see , And nothing constant seemes to be . Who floweth most in worldly wealth of wealth is most vnsure , And he that cheefely tastes of ioy , doth sometime woe endure ? Who vaunteth most of numbred freendes , forgoe them al he must , The fairest flesh and liuelest bloud , is turnd at length to dust . Experience giues a certen ground , That certen here , is nothing found . Then trust to that which aye remaines , the blisse of heauens aboue , Which Time , nor Fate , nor Wind , nor Storme , is able to remoue . Trust to that sure celestiall rocke , that restes in glorious throne , That hath bene , is , and must be still , our anker hold alone . The world is but a vanitie , In heauen seeke we our suretie . FINIS . F. K.
44. A Vertuous Gentlewoman in the praise of hir loue . J Am a Virgin faire and free , and freely doe reioyce , I sweetely warble sugred notes , from siluer voyce : For which delightfull ioyes , yet thanke I curtesie loue , By whose almighty power , such sweete delights I proue . I walke the pleasant fieldes , adornd with liuely greene , And view the fragrant flowers , most louely to be seene : The purple Columbine , the Couslippe and the Lillie , The Violet sweete , the Daizie and Daffadillie , The Woodbines on the hedge , the red Rose & the white , And eche fine flowres els , that rendreth sweete delight : Among the which I choose , all those of seemeliest grace , In thought , resembling them to my deare louers face . His louely face I meane , whose golden flouring giftes , His euer liuing Fame , to loftie skie vpliftes : Whom louing me I loue , onely for vertues sake , When vertuously to loue , all onely care I take . Of al which fresh faire flowres , the flower that doth appeare , In my conceit most like to him I hold so deare : I gather it , I kisse it , and eke deuise with it , Such kind of louely speach , as is for louers fit . And then of all my flowres , I make a garland fine , With which my golden wyer heares , togither I do twine : And sette it on my head , so taking that delight , That I would take , had I my louer still in sight . For as in goodly flowres , mine eyes great pleasure finde , So are my louers giftes most pleasant to my minde : Vpon which vertuous giftes , I make more sweete repast , Then they that for loue sportes , the sweetest ioyes do tast . FJNJS . F. K.
45. Oppressed with sorrow he wisheth death . JF Fortune may enforce , the carefull hart to cry , And griping griefe constraine , the wounded wight lament : Who then alas to mourne , hath greater cause then I , Against whose hard mishap , both Heauen and earth is bent . For whom no helpe remaines , for whom no hope is left , From whom all happy hap is fled , and pleasure quite bereft , Whose life naught can prolong , whose health , naught can procure . Whose passed proofe of pleasant ioy , Mischaunce hath chaunged to griefes anoy : And loe , whose hope of better day , Is ouer whelmd with long delay . Oh hard mishap . Ech thing I plainly see , whose vertues may auaile , To ease the pinching paine , which gripes the groning wight : By Phisicks sacred skill , whose rule doth seldome faile , Through labours long inspect , is plainly brought to light . I know , there is no fruite , no leafe , no roote , no rind , No hearbe , no plant , no iuyce , no gumme , no metal deepely mind : No Pearle , no precious stone , ne Iemme of rare effect , Whose vertues , learned Gallens bookes , at large do not detect . Yet all their force can not appease , The furious fittes of my disease : For any drugge of phisickes art , Can ease the greefe that gripes my hart . Oh strange disease . I heare the wise affirme , that Nature hath in store , A thousand secrete salues , which Wisedome hath out found : To coole the scorching heate of euery smarting sore , And healeth deepest scarce , though greeuous be the wound . The auncient prouerbe sayes , that none so festred greefe , Doth grow , for which the gods themselues , haue not ordayned releefe . But I by proofe do know , such prouerbes to be vaine , And thinke that nature neuer knew the plague that I sustaine . And so not knowing my distresse , Hath left my greefe remedilesse , For why , the heauens for me prepare , To liue in thought , and dye in care . Oh lasting paine . By chaunge of ayre I see , by hant of healthfull soyle , By diet duely kept , grose humors are expeld : I know that greefes of mind , and inwarde hartes turmoyle , By faithfull freendes aduise , in time may be repeld . Yet all this naught auailes , to kill that me anoyes , I meane to stop these flouds of care that ouerflow my ioyes . No none exchange of place , can change my lucklesse lot , Like one I liue , and so must die , whom Fortune hath forgot . No counsell can preuaile with mee , Nor sage aduise with greefe agree : For he that feeles the panges of hell , Can neuer hope in heauen to dwell . Oh deepe despaire . What liues on earth but I , whose trauaile reapes no gaine , The wearied Horse and Oxe , install and stable rest : The Ante with sommers toyle beares out the winters paine , The fowle that flyes all day , at night returnes to rest . The Ploughmans weary worke , amid the winters mire , Rewarded is with sommers gaine , which yeeldes him double hire : The silly labouring soule , which drudges from day to day , At night his wages truely payd , contented goth his way . And comming home , his drowsie head , He cowcheth close in homely bed : Wherein no sooner downe he lyes , But sleepe hath straight possest his eyes . Oh happy man . The Souldier biding long the brunt of mortall warres , Where life is neuer free , from dint of deadly foyle : At last comes ioyfull home , though mangled all with scarres , Where frankly , voyde of feare , he spends the gotten spoyle . The Pirate lying long , amid the foming floods , With euery flaw in hazard is to loose both life and goods : At length findes view of land , where wished Porte he spies , Which once obtained , among his mates , he partes the gotten prise , Thus euery man , from trauaile past , Doth reape a iust reward at last : But I alone , whose troubled minde , In seeking rest , vnrest doth finde . Oh lucklesse lotte . Oh cursed caitife wretch , whose heauy hard mishappe , Doth wish ten thousand times , that thou hadst not ben borne : Since fate hath thee condemned , to liue in sorrowes lappe , Where waylings waste thy life , of all redresse forlorne . What shall thy griefe appease : who shall thy torment stay ? Wilt thou thy selfe , with murthering hands , enforce thy owne decay ? No , farre be thou from me , my selfe to stoppe my breath , The gods forbid , whom I beseech , to worke my ioyes by death . For lingring length of lothsome life , Doth stirre in me such mortall strife : That whiles for life and death I cry , In death I liue , and liuing dye . Oh froward fate . Loe here my hard mishap , loe here my strange disease , Loe here my deepe dispaire , loe here my lasting paine , Loe here my froward fate , which nothing can appease . Loe here how others toyle , rewarded is with gaine . While lucklesse , loe I liue , in losse of labours due , Compeld by proofe of torment strong , my endlesse griefe to rue : In which , since needes I must , consume both youth and age , If olde I liue , and that my care no comfort can asswage . Henceforth I banishe from my brest , All frustrate hope of future rest : And truthlesse trust to times reward , With all respectes of ioyes regard . Here I forsweare .
47. Where reason makes request , there wisedome ought supply , With freendly aunswere prest , to graunt or els deny . J Sigh , why so ? for sorrow of her smart , I morne , wherfore ? for griefe that she complaines : I pitie , what ? her oppressed hart , I dread what harme ? the daunger she sustaines . I greeue , whereat ? at her oppressing paines . I feele , what force the fittes of her disease , Whose harme doth me and her , alike displease . I hope , what happe ? her happy healthes retyre , I wish , what wealth ? no wealth , nor worldly store : But craue , what craft ? by cunning to aspire , Some skill , whereto ? to salue her sickly sore . What then ? why then would I her health restore , Whose harme me hurtes , how so ? so workes my will , To wish my selfe and her , like good and yll . What moues thy mind , whereto ? to such desire , Ne force , ne fauour , what then ? free fancies choyse : Art thou to chose ? my charter to require , Eche Ladyes loue is feed by customes voyce , Yet are there grauntes , the euidence of their choyse . What then , our freedome is at large in choosing , As womens wils are froward in refusing , Wotes shee thy wil ? she knowes what I protest , Daynde shee thy sute ? she daungerd not my talke : Gaue shee consent ? she graunted my request , What didst thou craue ? the roote , the fruite , the stalke , I asked them all , what gaue shee , Cheese , or chalke ? That tast must try , what tast ? I meane the proofe , Of freendes , whose wils withhold there bowe aloofe . Meanst thou good faith ? what els , hopest thou to speede ? Why not , O foole vntaught in carpell trade , Knowest not what proofes from such delayes proceede , Wilt thou like headlesse Cocke be caught in glade ? Art thou like asse , too apt for burden made ? Fy , fy , wilt thou for faint adore the shrine ? And woo her freend , eare she be wholy thine ; Who drewe this drift ? moued she , or thou this match ? T was I : oh foole vnware of womens wyles , Long maist thou waite , like hungry hounde at hatch , Shee crafty Foxe , the silly Goose beguiles . Thy sute is shaped so fit for long delay , That she at will may chek , from yea to nay . But in good soothe , tell me her freendes intent : Best learne it first , their purpose I not know , Why then thy will to worse and worse is bent , Dost thou delight , the vnkindled cole to blow ? Or childlike louest , in anckred bote to rowe , What meane these termes ? who sith thy sute is such , Know of or on , or thou affect too much . No haste but good , why no , the meane is best , Admit she loue , mislike in lingring growes : Suppose she is caught , then Woodcocke on thy crest , Till end approues , what scornefull seedes she sowes . In loytring loue , such daungers ebbes and flowes , What helpe herein ? why wake in daungerous watch , That too , nor fro , may make thee marre the match . Is that the way to end my weary worke ? By quicke dispatch , to lesson long turmoyle , Well well , though losse in lingering wontes to lurke , And I a foole , most fitte to take the foyle : Yet proofe from promise , neuer shall recoyle . My wordes with deedes , and deedes with wordes shall wend , Till shee or hers , gainsay that I intend . Art thou so fond ? not fond , but firmely fast , Why foole her freendes wote how thy will is bent : Yet thou like doult , whose witte and sence is past , Seest not what frumpes , do follow thy entent . Ne know , how loue in lewe of scorne is lent , Adewe , for sightes such folly should preuent . Well well , their scoffes with scornes might be repayd , If my requestes were fully yead or nayd , Well , well , let these with wisedomes praise be wayd , And in your chest of cheefest secretes layd . FJNJS . My lucke is losse .
48. What ioy to a contented mind . THe faith that fayles , must needes be thought vntrue , The freend that faines , who holdeth not vniust , Who likes that loue , that changeth still for new : Who hopes for trueth , where troth is voyde of trust , No faith , no freend , no loue , no troth so sure , But rather failes then stedfastly endure . What head so stayed ? that altereth not intent , What thought so sure ? that stedfast doth remaine , What witte so wise ? that neuer needes repent : What tongue so true ? but sometime wonts to faine , What foote so firme ? that neuer treades awrie . What sooner dimde ? then sight of clearest eye . What hart so fixt ? but soone enclines to change , What moode so milde ? that neuer moued debate : What faith so strong , but lightly likes to range , What loue so true ? that neuer learnd to hate . What life so pure ? that lasts , without offence , What worldly minde ? but moues with ill pretence . What knot so fast ? that may not be vntide , What seale so sure ? but fraude or force shall breake : What prop of stay ? but one time shrinkes aside , What ship so stauche ? that neuer had a leake . What graunt so large ? that no exception makes , What hoped helpe , but freend at neede forsakes . What seate so high ? but lowe to ground may fall , What hap so good ? that neuer found mislike : What state so sure ? but subiect is to thrall . What force preuailes ? where Fortune list to strike . What wealth so much ? but time may turne to want , What store so great ? but wasting maketh skant . What profites hope in depth of daungers thrall . What ruste in time , but waxeth worse and worse : What helpes good harte , if Fortune frowne withall , What blessing thriues , against heauenly helplesse curse . What winnes desire to get and can not gayne , What bootes to wish and neuer to obtaine . FJNJS . My lucke is losse .
49. Donec eris Faelix multos numerabis amicos , Nullus ad amissas ibit amicus opes . EVen as the Rauen , the Crow , and greedy Rite , Do swarming flocke , where carren corps doth fall : And tiring teare with beak and talentes might ; Both skin and flesh to gorge their guttes withall . And neuer cease , but gather moe to moe , Doe all to pull the carkas to and froe , Till bared bones at last they leaue behinde , And seeke elsewhere some fatter foode to finde . Euen so I see , where wealth doth waxe at will . And Gold doth grow to heapes of great encrease : There freendes resort , and profering freendship still , Full thicke they throng , with neuer ceasing prease . And slilie make a shewe of true intent , When nought but guile , and inward hate is ment , For when mischance shall change such wealth to want , They packe them thence to place of richer haunt . FJNJS . My lucke is losse .
50. Amantium irae amoris redinte gratio est . JN going to my naked bed as one that would haue slept , I hard a wife sing to her child , that long before had wept : She sighed sore and sang full sweete , to bring the babe to rest , That would not cease but cryed still , in sucking at her brest . She was full wearie of her watch , and greeued with her child , She rocked it and rated it , till that on her it smilde : Then did she say now haue I found , this prouerb true to proue , The falling out of faithfull freends , reliuing is of loue . Then tooke I paper , penne and ynke , this prouerb for to write , In regester for to remaine , of such a worthy wight : As she proceeded thus in song vnto her little bratt , Much matter vttered she of waight , in place whereas she satt . And proued plaine , there was no beast , nor creature bearing life , Could well be knowne to liue in loue , without discord and strife : Then kissed she her little babe , and sware by God aboue , The falling out of faithfull freendes , renuing is of loue . She sayd that neither king ne prince , ne lord could liue aright , Vntill their puissance they did proue their manhood and their might . When manhood shall be matched so , that feare can take no place , Then weary workes make warriours , eche other to embrace , And leaued their force that failed them , which did consume the rout , That might before haue liued their time , and nature out : Then did she sing as one that thought , no man could her reproue , The falling out of faithfull freendes , renuing is of loue . She sayd she saw no fishe ne foule , nor beast within her haunt , That mett a straunger in their kind , but could giue it a taunt : Since fleshe might not endure , but rest must wrath succeede , And force the fight to fall to play , in pasture where they feede , So noble nature can well ende , the worke she hath begone , And bridle well that will not cease , her tragedy in some : Thus in song she oft reherst , as dyd her well behoue , The falling out of faithfull freendes , is the renuing of loue . I meruaile much pardy quoth she , for to behold the route , To see man , woman , boy & beast , to tosse the world about : Some kneele , some crouch , some beck , some chek , & some can smothly smile , And some embrace others in arme , and there thinke many a wile . Some stand aloufe at cap and knee , some humble and some stoute , Yet are they neuer freendes in deede , vntill they once fall out : Thus ended she her song , and sayd before she did remoue , The falling out of faithfull freendes , is the renuing of loue . FJNJS . M. Edwards .
51. Thinke to dye . THe life is long , which lothsomely doth last , The dolefull dayes draw slowly to their date : The present pangues , and painfull plagues forepast , Yeeldes griefe aye greene , to stablish this estate . So that I feele in this great storme and strife , That death is sweete , that shortneth such a life . And by the stroke of this strange ouerthrowe , All which conflict in thraldome I was thrust : The Lord be praised , I am well taught to know , From whence man came , and eke whereto he must . And by the way , vpon how feeble force , His terme doth stand , till death doth end his course . The pleasant yeeres that seemes so sweetely ronne , The merry dayes to ende , so fast that fleete : The ioyfull wightes , of which dayes drawes so sone , The happy howres which moe do misse then meete . Do all consume as snowe against the Sunne , And death makes end of all that life begunne . Since death shall dure till all the world be wast , What meaneth man to dreade death then so sore ? As man might make , that life should alway last , Without regard the Lord hath ledde before . The daunce of death , which all must runne on rowe , The hower wherein onely himselfe doth knowe . If man would minde , what burdens life doth bring , What greeuous crimes to God he doth commit : What plagues , what perill thereby spring , With no sure hower in all his dayes to sit . He would sure thinke , as with great cause I doe , The day of death is happier of the two . Death is the doore whereby we draw to ioy , Life is the lake that drowneth all in payne : Death is so dole it seaseth all away , Life is so leude , that all it yeeldes is vayne . And as by life , in bondage man is brought , Euen so by death is freedome likewise wrought . Wherefore with Paule let all men wish and pray , To be dissolued of this foule fleshly masse : Or at the least be armd against the day , That they be found good souldiers prest to passe . From life to death , from death to life againe , And such a life as euer shall remaine . FINIS . D. S.
51. If thou desire to liue in quiet rest , geue eare and see but say the best . If thou : delight , in quietnes of life , Desire : to shunne , from brales , debate and strife , To liue : in loue with god , with freend and foe , In rest : shalt sleepe : when others cannot so . Giue eare : to all , yet doo not all beleeue , And see : the end , and then do sentence geeue : But say : for truth of happy liues assinde , The best : hath he that quiet is in minde . FJNJS . M. Hunnis .
52. Being forsaken of his freend he complaineth . WHy should I linger long to liue , In this disease of fantasie , Since fortune doth not cease to giue , Thinges to my minde most contrarie . And at my ioyes doth lowre and frowne , Till she hath turned them vpsidowne , A freend I had to me most deere , And of long time faithfull and iust : There was no one , my hart so neere , Nor one in whom I had more trust . Whom now of late without cause why , Fortune hath made my enemy . The grasse me thinkes should grow in skie , The starres , vnto the earth cleaue fast : The water streame should passe awrie , The windes should leaue their strength of blast . The Sunne and Moone by one assent , Should both forsake the firmament . The fishe in ayre should slye with finne , The foules in floud , should bring forth fry : All thinges methinkes should erst beginne , To take their course vnnaturally , Afore my freend should alter so , Without a cause to be my foe . But such is Fortunes hate I say , Such is his will on me to wreake : Such spite he hath at me alway , And ceasseth not my hart to breake . With such despite of crueltie , Wherefore then longer liue should I. FINIS . E. S.
54. Prudens . The history of Damacles , & Dionise . WHo so is set in princely throne , and craueth rule to beare , Is still beset on euery side , with perill and with feare . High trees by stormy windes are shakt , and rent vp from the ground , And flashly flackes of lightning flames on turrets do rebound . When little shrubs in safetie lurke , in couert all alowe , And freshly florish in their kind , what euer wind doe blowe . The cruel king of Scisili : who fearing Barbars hands . Was wont to sludge his beard himself , with cole and fire brands , Hath taught vs this , the proofe whereof , full plainly we may see , Was neuer thing more liuely touched , to shewe it so to bee . This king did seeme to Damacles , to be the happiest wight , Because he thought none like to him , in power or in might . Who did alone so farre excell the rest in his degree , As doth the Sunne in brightnes cleare , the darkest starre we see . Wilt thou ( then sayd this cruell king ) proue this my present state , Possesse thou shalt this seate of mine , and so be fortunate . Full gladly then this Damacles , this proferd honour tooke , And shooting at a princely life , his quiet rest forsooke . In honours seat then was he plast , according to his will , Forthwith a banquet was prepard , that he might feast his fill , Nothing did want wherin t was thought , that he could take delite , To feede his eye , to fill his mouth , or please the appetite . Such store of plate , I thinke in Greece , there scarsly was so much , His seruitours did angels seeme , their passing shape was such . No dayntie dish but their it was , and thereof was such store , That through out Greece so princely cheere , was neuer seene before . Thus while in pompe and pleasures seate , this Damacles was plast , And did begin with gladsome hart , eche daintie dish to tast . At length by chaunce cast vp his eyes , and gan the house to vewe , And sawe a sight that him enforst , his princely state to rewe . A sword forsooth with downeward poynt , that had no stronger thread , Then one horse heere that peised it , direct vpon his head . Wherewith he was so sore amasde , and shoke in euery part , As though the sword that hong aboue , had stroke him to the hart . Then all their pleasures tooke their leaue , & sorrow came in place , His heauie hart the teares declard , that trickled downe his face . And then forthwith with sobbing voyce , besought the king of grace , That he would licence him with speede , to depart out of that place . And sayd that he full long enough , had tried now with feare , What t is to be a happy man , and princely rule to beare . This deede of thine oh Dionise , deserues immortall fame , This deede shal alwaies liue with praise , though thou didst liue with shame Whereby both kinges be put in minde , their daungers to be great , And subiects be forbid to climbe , high steppes of honours seat . FJNJS . M. Edwards .
48. Fortitude . A young man of Aegypt , and Valerian . EChe one deserues great praise to haue , but yet not like I thinke , Both he that can sustaine the yoke of paines , & doth not shrinke . And he whom Cupids couert craft can nothing moue at all , Into the hard and tangled knottes of Venus snares to fall . Besturre you then who so delightes in vertues race to ronne , The flying boye with bow ibent , by strength to ouer come . As one did once when he was young , and in his tender dayes , Whose stoute and noble deede of his , hath got immortall praise . The wicked Romaines did pursue the silly Christians than , What time Valerian Emperour was a wicked cruel man . Who spared not with bloudy draughtes , to quench his owne desire , Dispatching all that stucke to Christ with hotte consuming fire . At length a man of tender yeeres was brought before his sight , Such one as Nature seemed to make a witnes of her might . For euery part so well was set , that nothing was depraued , So that the cruell king himselfe , would gladly him haue saued . So loth he was to see a worke , so rare of Natures power , So finely built so sodainly destroyed within an howre . Then meanes he sought to ouercome , or win him at the lest , To slip from Christ whom he before had earnestly profest . A bed preparde , so finely dect , such diuers pleasant smels , That well it might appeare a place , where pleasure onely dwels , By him he layd a naked wench , a Venus darling sure , With sugred speach & louely toyes , that might his mind assure . Such wanton lewres as these he thought , might easly him entise , Which things he knew with lustie youth , had alwayes ben in prise . Such wayes I thinke the Gods themselues , could haue inuented none , For flattering Venus ouercomes the sences euery chone , And he himselfe was euen at poynt , to Venus to consent , Had not his stout and manly minde resisted his entent . When he perceiued his flesh to yeeld to pleasures wanton toyes . And was by flight almost prouoked , to tast of Venus ioyes . More cruel to himselfe then those , that glad would him vndoo , With bloudy tooth , his tender tongue , byt quite and cleane in twoo . Thus was the paine so passing great of this his bloudie bitt , That all the fire and carnall lust was quenched euery whitt . Doe ill and all thy pleasures then full soone will passe away , But yet the shame of those thy deedes , will neuermore decay . Doe well and though thy paines be great , yet soone ech one wil cease , But yet , the praise of those thy deedes will euermore increase . FJNJS . M. Edwards .
56. Iustice . Zaleuch and his Sonne . LEt rulers make most perfect lawes , to rule both great and small If they themselues obey them not , it booteth not at all . As lawes be nought but rulers dome , containing equall might , So rulers should bee speaking Lawes , to rule by line of right . Zaleuch the Prince of Locrine once , appoynted by decree , Eche Lecherer should be punished , with losse of either eye . His sonne by chaunce offended first , which when his father sawe , Lord God how earnest then was he , to execute the Lawe . Then ranne the people all by flockes , to him with weeping eyes , Not one among the route there was , but pardon , pardon cries . By whose outcries and earnest sute , his sonne in hope did stand , That he thereby should then obtaine , some pardon at his hand , But all in vaine , for he is founde to be the man he was , And maketh hast so much the more , to haue the Lawe to passe . The people yet renued their sute , in hope of some relief , Whose faces all besprent with teares , did testifie their grief . And cryed all for pities sake , yeeld now to our request , If all you will not cleane remit , yet ease the paine at least . Then somewhat was the father moued , with all the peoples voyce , And euery man did giue a shoute , to shewe they did reioyce . Wel then quoth he , it shall be thus , the Lawe shall be fulfilde , And yet my sonne shall fauour haue , according as you wilde . One eye of his shall be pulde out , thus hath his leudnesse got , And likewise so shall one of mine , though I deserue it not . This word no sooner was pronounced , but straite the deede was done , Two eyes , no mo were left , betweene the father and the sonne . Say now who can , and on my faith Apollo he shall be , Was he more gentle father lo ? or suffer Iudge trowe ye . This man would not his Lawes belike , the webbs the Spiders weue Wherein they lurke when they intende the simple to deceiue . Wherwith small flies ful soone be caught , and tangled ere they wist , When great ones flie and scape away , and breake them as they liste . FJNJS . M. Edwards .
57. Temperaunce . Spurina and the Romaine Ladies . IF nature beare thee so great Loue , that she in thee haue beautie plast , Full hard it is as we doe proue , to keepe the body cleane and chast : Twixt comelinesse and chastitie . A deadly strife is thought to be . For beautie which some men suppose , to be as t ware a golden ill , Prouoketh strife and many foes , that seeke on her to worke her will : Assaults to Townes if many make , No Towne so strong but may be take . And this Spurina witnesse can , who did for beautie beare the bell , So cleane a wight so comely made , no dame in Rome but loued well : Not one could coole her hotte desire , So burning was the flame of fire . Like as when baite cast in the floud , forthwith doth cause the fishes come That pleasantly before did play , now presently to death to runne : For when they see the baite to fall , Straight way they swallow hooke and all . So when Spurina they did see , to him they flocked out of hande , So happest dame was thought to be , that in his fauour most did stand : Not knowing vnder sweete deceits , How Venus hides her poisoned baits . But when he saw them thus to range , whom loue had linked in his chain This meanes he sought for to asswage , these Ladies of their greeuous pain : His shape intending to disgrace , With many wounds be scorcht his face . By which his deede it came to passe , that he that seemed an angell bright Euen now so cleane disfigured was , that he became a lothsome wight . And rather had he be foule and chaste , Then faire , and filthy ioyes to taste . What pen can write , or tong expresse , the worthy praises of this deede , Me thinke that God can do no lesse , then graunt him heauen for his meede : Who for to saue himselfe vpright , Him selfe hath first destroyed quite . Finis . M. E.
58. A bunche of hearbes and flowers . IF that eche flower , the Gods haue framed , or shapt by sacred skill , Where as I would ( no wrong to wishe ) & mine to weare at will . Or els eche tree , with lustie top , would lende me leaue to Loue , With sprigs displaied to spred my sute , a wailing hart to proue . Vpon my helme soone should you see , my head aduaunced hie , Some slipp for solace there to set , and weare the same would I. Yet would I not for great delight , the Daises straunge desire , The Lillie would not like my lust , nor Rose would I require . The Marigolde might growe for me , Rosemarie well might rest , The fenell to , that is more fitt , for some vnfriendly geste . Nor Cowslopps would I craue at all , sometimes they seeme to coy , Some ioly youth the Gelliflower , esteemeth for his ioy . The Lauender sometimes aloft , alures the lookers eyes , The Paunsie shall not haue the praise , where I may giue the prise . And thus no flower my fansie feedes , or liketh so my luste , As that I may subiect my selfe , to toyes of tickle truste . For flowres though they be faire and fresh , of sent excelling sweete . Yet growe they on the ground belowe , we tread them with our feete . And shall I then goe stoupe to such ? or els goe seeke to those , Shall flowres enforce me once to faune , for feare of frends or foes . Yet rather yeeld I to the right , as reason hath assignde , Mine aucthour sayd there was no salue , in flowres for me to finde . And yet perhaps some Tree there is , to shroude me from the shower , That with her armes may salue the soule , that yeeldeth to her power . Where I may finde some pleasant shade , to salue me from the Sunne , Eche thing we see that reason hath , vnto the Trees doe runne . Both men & beasts such foules as flies , the treasures are the trees , And for my part when braunches fall , I wishe no other fees . But when that stormes beset me round , such succour God me send , That I may finde a frendly Tree , that will me well defend . No Tree there is which yelds no good , to some that doth it seeke : And as they are of diuers kindes , their vses are vnlike . The Eue tree serue the Bowyers turne , the Ashe the Coupers arte , The puissaunt Oke doth make the poste , the Pine some other parte . The Elmo doth helpe to hide the birds , in wearie Winters night , The Briers I gesse are nothing worth , they serue but for despight . The willow wisht I farre from hence , good will deserue no wrong , The Sallowe well may serue their states , that sing so sad a song . The Boxe and Beeche eche for himselfe , aboue the rest doth bost , The Eglantine for pleasure oft , is pricked vpon the post , The Hauthorne so is had in prise , the Baies doe beare the bell , And that these Baies did bring no blisse , I like it not so well . As erst I doe that seemely tree , by which those Baies I founde , And wherewithall vnwittingly , I tooke so great a wounde . As if the tree by which I lent , doth lende me no relief , There is no helpe but downe I fall , so great is growne my grief . And therefore at the last I craue , this fauour for to finde , When euery tree that here is tolde , begins to growe vnkinde . The B. for beautie whom I boast , and shall aboue the rest , That B. may take me to her trust , for B. doth please me best . It likes me well to walke the way , where B. doth keepe her bower , And when it Raines to B. I runne to saue me from the shower . This braunche of B. which here I meane , to keepe & chiefly craue , At becke vnto this B. I bowe , to serue that beautie braue . What shall I say the time doth passe , the tale too tedious is , though lothe to leaue , yet leaue I must , and say no more but this . I wishe this B. I might embrace , when as the same I see , A league for life then I require , betweene this B. and mee . And though vnworthy , yet good will , doth worke the way herein , And B. hath brought the same aboue , which beautie did begin . Finis .
59. Jn commendation of Musick . WHere griping grief the hart would wound , & dolfull dumpes the minde there Musick with her siluer sound , is wont with spede to giue redresse : Of troubled minds for euery sore , sweete Musick hath a salue in store . In ioy makes our mirth abound , in grief it cheres our heauy sprits , the careful head relief hath found , by Musicks pleasant swete delits : Our senses , what should I say more , are subiect vnto Musicks lore , The Gods by Musick hath their pray , the foule therein doth ioy , For as the Romane Poets say , in seas whom Pirats would destroy , A Dolphin saude from death most sharpe , Arion playing on his harpe : Oh heauenvly gift , that turnes the mind , like as the sterne doth rule the ship , Of musick whom the gods assignde to confort man , whom cares would nip , sith thou both man & beast dost moue , what wiseman them wil thee reproue Finis .
60. A dialogue betweene the auctour and his eye . Auctour . MY eye why didst thou light on that , which was not thine ? Why hast thou with thy sight , thus slaine an hart of myne ? O thou vnhappie eye , would God thou hadst been blinde , When first thou didst her spie , for whom this grief I finde . Eye . Why sir it is not I , that doe deserue such blame , Your fancie not your eye , is causer of the same : For I am ready prest , as page that serues your ease , To searche what thing is best , that might your fancie please . Auctour . I sent thee forth to see , but not so long to bide , Though fancie went with thee , thou wert my fancies guide : Thy message beyng done , thou mightst returne againe , So Cupid Venus sonne , no whit my hart should paine . Eye . Where fancie beareth swaye , there Cupid will be bolde , And reason flies away , from Cupids shafte of golde : If you finde cause thereby , some deale of painefull smarte , Alas blame not your eye , but blame consent of harte . Auctour . My hart must I excuse , and lay the fault on thee , Because thy sight did chuse , when hart from thought was free : Thy sight thus brought consent , consent hath bred my grief , And grief bids be content , with sorrow for relief . FJNJS . M. Hunnis .
61. Finding no ioy , he desireth death . THe Connie in his caue , the Feret doth annoy , And fleing thence his life to saue , himselfe he doth destroy , His Berrie round about beset , with Hunters snares , So that when he to scape starts out , is caught therein vnwares , Like choise poore man haue I , to bide and rest in Loue , Or els from thence to flie , as badde a death to proue . I see , in Loue to rest , vnkindnesse doth pursure , To rent the hart out of his breast , which is a Louer true : And if from Loue I start , as one that Loue forsakes , Then pensiue thoughts my hart doth pearce , and so my life it takes . Then thus to flie or bide , hard is the choise to chuse , Since death hath campd , & trenched eche side , & saith life now refuse . Content I am therefore , my life therein to spende , And death I take a salue for sore , my wearie dayes to ende . And thus I you require , that faithfull Loue professe , When carcas cased is in cheste , and body layed on hearse . Your brinishe teares to saue , such as my corse shall moue , And therewith write vpon my graue , beholde the force of Loue . FJNJS . M. Hunnis .
Hope well and haue well . JN hope the Shipman hoiseth saile , in hope of passage good , In hope of health the sicke man , doth suffer losse of blood : In hope the prisoner linckt in chaines , hopes libertie to finde , Thus hope breds health , & health breds ease , to euery troubled minde . In hope desire gets victorie , in hope great comfort springs , In hope the Louer liues in ioyes , he feares no dreadfull stings , In hope we liue and may abyde , such stormes as are assignde , Thus hope breds health , & health breds case , to euery troubled minde . In hope we easily suffer harme , in hope of future time , In hope of fruit , the paine seemes sweete , that to the tree doth clime : In hope of Loue such glory growes , as now by proofe I finde , That hope breds health , & heath breds ease to euery troubled minde . FJNJS . M. Hunnis .
He requesteth some freendly comfort , affirming his constancie . THe mountaines hie whose loftie topps , doth meete the hautie sky , The craggie rocke that to the sea , free passage doth deny : The aged Oke that doth resist , the force of blustring blast , The pleasant hearbe that euery where , a fragrant smell doth cast . The Lions force whose courage stout , declares a princelike might , The Eagle that for worthinesse , is borne of kings in fight : The Serpent eke whose poisoned iawes , doth belche out venime vile , The lothsome Tode that shunneth light , and liueth in exile . These these I say and thousands more by trackt of time decay , And like to time doe quite consume , and vade from time to clay : But my true hart and seruice vowed , shall last time out of minde , And still remaines as thine by dome , as Cupid hath assignde . My faith loe here I vowe to thee , my troth thou knowest right well , My goods my freends , my life is thine , what neede I more to tell ? I am not mine , but thine I vowe , thy hestes I will obey , And serue thee as a seruaunt ought , in pleasing if I may : And sithe I haue no flying wings , to see thee as I wishe , Ne sinnes to cut the siluer streames , as doth the gliding fishe . Wherefore leaue now forgetfulnesse , and send againe to me , And straine thy azured vaines to write , then I may greeting see : And thus farewell more deare to me , then chiefest friend I haue , Whose Loue in hart I minde to shrine , till death his fee doe craue . FJNJS . M. Edwards .
He complaineth his mishap . SHall rigour raigne where ruth hath run , shal fansie now forsake ? Shall fortune lose that fauour won , shall not your anger slake ? Shall hatefull hart be had in you , that friendly did pretende , Shall slipper thought and faith vntrue , that hart of yours defende ? Shall nature shewe your beautie faire , that gentle seemes to bee ? Shall frowardnesse your fancies heire , be of more force then shee ? Shall now disdaine the dragg of death , direct and leade the way ? Shall all the imps vpon the earth , reioyce at my decay ? Shall this the seruice of my youth , haue such reward at last ? Shall I receiue rigour of ruthe , and be from fauour tast ? Shall I therefore berent my heares , with wights that wishe to dye ? Or shall I bathe my selfe with teares , to feede your fickle eye . No , no , I shall in paine lye still , with turtle Doue most true , And vowe my selfe to witt and will , their counsels to ensue : Good Ladies all that Louers be , and that to be pretende , Giue place to witt , let reason seeme , your enemie to defende . Least that you thinke as I haue thought , your selfe to striue in vaine , And so to be in thraldome brought , with me to suffer paine . FINIS . M. Hunnis .
No foe to a flatterer . J Would it were not as I thinke , I would it were not so , I am not blinde although I winke , I feele what winds doe blowe : I know where craft , with smiling cheere , creps into boldned brest , I heare how fained speache speakes faire , where hatred is possest . I see the Serpent lie and lurcke , vnder the greene alowe , I see him watch a time to worke , his poyson to bestowe . In freendly lookes such fraude is found , as faith for feare is fled , And freendship hath receiude such wound , as he is almost ded . And hatefull hart with malice great , so boiles in cankred minde , That flatterie flearing in the face , had almost made me blinde . But now I see all is not golde , that glittereth in the eye , Nor yet such freendes as they professe , as now by proofe I trye . Though secret spight by craft , hath made a coate of Panter skin , And thinkes to finde me in the shade , by sleight to wrap me in , Yet God be praised my eye is cleare , and can beholde the Sunne : When falshood dare not once appeare , to ende that he begunne , Thus time shall trie the thing amisse , which God saue shortly sende , And turne the hart that fained is , to be a faithfull frende . FINIS . M. Hunnis .
His comparison of Loue . THe Spider with great skill , doth trauell day by day , His lymmes no time lie still , to set his house in staie : And when he hath it wrought , thinking therein to raigne , A blaste of winde vnthought , doth driue it downe againe , The proofe whereof is true , to make his worke indure , He paines himselfe a newe , in hope to dwell more sure : And in some secret place , a corner of a wall , He frameth himselfe a pace , to builde and rest withall . His pleasure sweete to staie , when he to rest is bent , And vgly shamble Flee , approcheth to his tent : And there intendes by force , his labours great to win , Or els to yeelde his corse , by fatall death therein , Thus is the Spiders nest , from time to time throwne downe , And he to labour prest , with endlesse paine vnknowne : So such as Louers bee , like trauell doe attaine , Those endlesse works ye see , are alwayes full of paine . FJNJS . M. Hunnis .
A Louers ioye . J Haue no ioy , but dreame of ioy , and ioy to thinke on ioye , A ioy I withstoode , for to enioy , to finishe mine annoy . I hate not without cause alas , yet Loue I knowe not why , I thought to hate , I can not hate , although that I should dye . A foe most sweete , a freend most sower , I ioy for to embrace . I hate the wrong , and not the wight , that workt my wofull case : What thing it is I knowe not I , but yet a thing there is , That in my fancie still perswads , there is no other blisse . The ioyes of life , the pangues of death , it make me feele eche day , But life nor death , this humour can , deuise to weare away . Faine would I die , but yet in death no hope I see remaines , And shall I liue ? since life I see , a course of sorie paines : What is it then that I doe seeke , what ioy would I aspire , A thing that is diuine belike , to high for mans desire . FJNJS . F. K.
Euill to him that euill thinketh . THe subtill slily slights , that worldly men doe worke , The friendly showes , vnder whose shade , most crafte doeth often lurke : Enforceth me alas , with yernfull voyce to say , Wo worth the wilie heads that seekes , the simple mans decay . The birde that dreads no guile , is soonest caught in snare , Eche gentle hart deuoide of craft , is soonest brought to care : Good nature soonest trapt , which giues me cause to say , Wo worth the wilie heads , that seekes the simple mans decay . I see the Serpent vile , that lurkes vnder the greene , How subtilly he shroudes himselfe , that he may not be seene : And yet his fosters bane , his learing lookes bewray , Wo worth the wilie heads that seekes , the simple mans decay . Wo worth the feining lookes , on fauour that we doe waite , Wo worth the feined friendly hart , that harbours deepe deceite : Wo worth the Vipers broode , oh thrise wo worth I say , All worldly wilie heads , that seekes the simple mans decay . FJNJS . M. Edwards .
He assureth his constancie . WIth painted speache I list not proue , my cunning for to trie , Nor yet will vse to fill my penne , with gilefull flatterie : With pen in hand , & hart in brest , shall faithfull promise make , To loue you best , and serue you most , by your great vertues sake . And sure dame Nature hath you deckt , with gifts aboue the rest , Let not Disdaine a harbour finde , within your noble brest : For Loue hath lead his lawe a like , to men of eche degree , So that the Begger with the Prince , shall Loue as well as he . I am no Prince I must confesse , nor yet of Princes line , Nor yet a brutish Begger borne , that feedes among the Swine : The fruite shall trie the tree at last , the blossomes good or no , Then doe not iudge of me the worse , till you haue tried me so . As I deserue , so then reward , I make you iudge of all , If I be false in worde or deede , let Lightning Thunder fall : And Furies fell with franticke fitts , bereue and stay my breathe , For an example to the rest , if I shall breake my faith . FJNJS . M. Hunnis .
Complaining his mishapp to his friend , he complaineth wittely . A. THe fire shall freze , the frost shall frie the frozen mountaines hie , B. What straunge thinges hath dame natures force , to turne her course awrie : A. My Loue hath me left , and taken a newe man : B. This is not straunge , it happes oft times , the truth to scan , A. The more is my paine , B. her Loue then refraine . A. Who thought she would flitt , B. eche one that hath witt , A. Is this not straunge , B. light Loue will chaunge . A. By skilfull meanes I here reclaime , to stoope vnto my lure , B. Such haggard Haukes will soare away , of them who can be sure , A. With siluer bels and hoode , my ioy was her to decke , B. She was full gorgde , she would the sooner giue the checke , A. The more is my paine , B. her Loue then refraine : A. Who thought she would flitt , B. eche one that hath witt , A. Is not this straunge , B. light Loue will chaunge . A. Her chirping lips should chirpe to me , swete words of her desire B. Such chirping birdes who euer saw , to preach still on one brire , A. She said she loued me best , and would not till she die , B. She said in wordes , she thought it not , as time doth trie . A. The more is my paine , B. her Loue then refraine : A. Who thought she would flitt , B. eche one that hath witt , A. Is not this straunge , B. light Loue will chaunge . A. Can no man winne a woman so , to make her Loue endure , B. To make the Foxe his wiles to leaue , what man will put in vre ; A. Why then there is no choise , but all women will chaunge , B. As men doe vse , so some women doe Loue to raunge . A. The more is my paine , B. her Loue then refraine , A. Who thought she would flitt , B. eche one that hath witt : A. Is not this straunge , B. light Loue will chaunge . A. Sith slipper gaine falles to my lot , farewell that gliding pray , B. Sith that the dice doth runne awrie , betimes leaue of thy play . A. I will no more lament , the thing I may not haue , B. Then by exchaunge the losse to come , all shalt thou saue . A. Loue will I refraine , B. thereby thou shalt gaine , A. With losse I will leaue , B. she will thee deceaue : A. That is not straunge , B. then let her raunge . FINIS . M. Edwardes .
No paines comparable to his attempt . LIke as the dolefull Doue , delightes alone to bee , And doth refuse the bloumed branche , chusing the leaflesse tree . Whereon wailing his chaunce , with bitter teares besprent , Doth with his bill , his tender breast oft pearse and all to rent . Whose greeuous gronyngs tho : whose gripes of pyning paine , Whose gastly lookes , whose bloudy streames out flowing from ech vain Whose falling from the tree , whose panting on the grounde , Examples bee of myne estate , tho there appeare no wounde . FINIS . W. Hunnis .
He repenteth his follie . A Lacke when I looke backe , vpon my youth thatz paste , And deepely ponder youthes offence , & youthes reward at laste . With sighes and teares I say , O God I not denie , My youth with follie hath deserued , with follie for to die . But yet if euer sinfull man , might mercie moue to ruthe , Good Lorde with mercie doe forgiue , the follies of my youthe . In youth I rangde the feeldes , where vices all did growe , In youth alas I wanted grace , such vice to ouerthrowe . In youth what I thought sweete , most bitter now do finde , Thus hath the follies of my youth , with folly kept me blind . Yet as the Egle castes her bill , whereby her age renueth , So Lorde with mercy doe forgiue , the follies of my youth . FJNJS . M. Hunnis .
No pleasure without some paine . HOw can the tree but wast , and wither away , That hath not sometime comfort of the Sunne : How can that flower but fade , and soone decay , That alwayes is with darke cloudes runne . Is this a life , nay death you may it call , That feeles eche paine , and knoweth no ioy at all . What foodlesse beast can liue long in good plight ; Or is it life , where sences there be none : Or what auaileth eyes without their light ? Or els a tongue , to him that is alone . Is this a life ? nay death you may it call , That feeles eche paine , and knowes no ioy at all . Whereto serue eares , if that there be no sound , Or such a head , where no deuise doth growe : But all of plaintes , since sorrow is the ground , Whereby the hart doth pine in deadly woe . Is this a life , nay death you may it call , That feeles eche paine , and knowes no ioy at all . FINIS . L. Vaux .
The fruite of feined friendes . JN choise of frends what hap had I , to chuse one of cirens kind whose harp , whose pipe , whos melody could fede my ears & make me blind Whose pleasant voice made me forget , that in sure trust is great deceit . In trust I see is treason founde , and man to man deceitfull is , And whereas treasure doth abound , of flatterers there doe not misse : Whose painted speach , & outward show , do seme as frends & be not so , Would I haue thought in thee to be , the nature of the Crocadill : Which if a man a slepe may see , with bloudy thirst desires to kill : And then with teares a while gan weepe , the death of him thus slaine a sleepe , O fauel false , thou traitor born , what mischief more might thou deuise Then thy deare frend to haue in scorne , & him to wound in sundry wise , Which still a frende pretends to be , and are not so by proofe I see . Fie , fie , vpon such trecherie . W. H. If such false Shippes doe haunt the shore , Strike downe the saile and trust no more . M. Edwards .
A dialogue betweene a Gentleman and his Loue . A. SHall I no way winne you , to graunt my desire ? B. What woman will graunt you , the thing you require : A. You onely to Loue me , is all that I craue , B. You onely to leaue me , is all I would haue . A. My deare alas , now say not so , B. To Loue you best I must say no : A. Yet will I not flitt , B. then play on the bitt . B. I will , B. doe still , A. yet kill not , B. I will not . A. Make me your man , B. beshrewe me than . A. The swifter I followe , then you flie away , B. Swift haukes in their flying , oft tymes misse their pray . A. Yet some killeth deadly , that flie to the marke : B. You shall touche no feather , thereof take no carke . A. Yet hope shall further my desire , B. You blowe the coales , and raise no fire , A. Yet will I not flitt , B. then play on the bitt , B. I will , B. doe still , A. yet kill not , B. I will not , A. Make me your man , B. beshrewe me than . A. To loue is no daunger , where true Loue is ment , B. I will Loue no ranger , least that I repent : A. My Loue is no raunger , I make God auow , B. To trust your smothe sayings , I sure knowe not how . A. Most truth I meane , as time shall well trie , B. No truth in men , I ofte espie . A. Yet will I not flitt , B. then play on the bitt . B. I will , B. doe still , A. yet kill not , B. I will not , A. Make me your man , B. beshrewe me than . A. Some women may say nay , and meane Loue most true , B. Some women can make fooles , of as wise men as you : A. In tyme I shall catche you , I knowe when and where : B. I will soone dispatche you , you shall not come there . A. Some speedes at length , that ofte haue miste , B. I am well armde , come when you liste . A. Yet will I not flitt , B. then play on the bitt , A. I will , B. doe still , A. yet kill not , B. I will not , A. Make me your man , B. beshrewe me than . A. Yet worke your kinde kindly , graunt me Loue for Loue , B. I will vse you friendly , as I shall you proue : A. Most true you shall finde me , I this doe protest , B. Then sure you shall binde me , to graunt your request . A. O happie threede , now haue I spunne , B. You sing before the conquest wonne . A. Why then , will you swarue , B. euen as you deserue : A. Loue still , B. I will , A. yet kill not , B. I will not , A. Make me your man , B. come to me than . FJNJS . M. Edwards .
Exclaiming vpon his vnkind Loue , his friend replieth wittely . M. WHat death may bee , compared to Loue ; H. What griefe therein , now doest thou proue ? M. My paines alas , who can expresse , H. I see no cause of heauinesse . M. My Ladies lookes , my woe hath wrought : H. Then blame thine eyes , that first hath sought , M. I burne alas , and blowe the fire , H. A foole consumes by his desire , M. What shall I doe than ? H. come out and thou can . M. Alas I die , H. what remedie ? M. My sugred sweete , is mixed with gall , H. Thy Ladie can not doe with all : M. The more I seeke , the lesse I finde , H. Then striue not with the streame and wind , M. Her most I loue , although I smarte , H. With her owne sworde , thou slaiest thy hart : M. Such pleasaunt baites , who can refraine , H. Such baites will sure breede thee great paine , M. What shall I doe than ? H. Come out and thou can . M. Alas I die , H. what remedie . M. Her golden beames , mine eyes doe daze , H. Vpon the Sunne thou maiest not gaze : M. She might reward my cruell smarte , H. She thinkes thou hardst a fained harte , M. She laughes to heare my wofull cries , H. Forsake her then , in tyme be wise : M. No , no , alas , that may not bee , H. No wise man then , will pitie thee , M. What shall I doe than ? H. come out and thou can . M. Alas I die , H. what remedie . M. A liuyng death , loe thus I proue , H. Such are the fruites of froward Loue : M. O that I might her Loue once gaine , H. Thy gaine would not , halfe quite the paine . M. Her will I Loue , though she be coye , H. A foole him selfe , will still annoye : M. Who will not die , for suche a one ? H. Bee wise at length , let her alone : M. I can not doe so , H. then be thy owne fo , M. Alas I die , H. what remedie . FJNJS . E. S.
The complaint of a Louer , wearing Blacke and Taunie . A Crowne of Bayes shall that man weare , That triumphes ouer mee : For Blacke and Taunie will I weare , Which mournyng colours bee . The more I followe on , the more she fled awaye , As Daphne did full long agoe , Apollos wishfull praye : The more my plaintes resounde , the lesse she pities me , The more I sought , the lesse I founde , that mine she meant to be . Melpomene , alas with dolefull tunes helpe than , And sing Bis woe worthe on me forsaken man : Then Daphnes Baies shall that man weare , that triumphes ouer me , For blacke & Taunie will I weare , which mourning colours be . Drowne me you trickling teares , you wailefull wights of woe , Come help these hands to rent my heares , my rufull hap to showe : On whom the scorching flames of Loue , doth feede you see , Ah a lalalantida my deare Dame , hath thus tormented mee . Wherefore you Muses nine , with dolefull tunes helpe than , And sing Bis woe worthe on me forsaken man : Then Daphnes Baies shall that man weare , that triumphs ouer me , For Blacke and Taunie wil I weare , which mourning colours be . An Ancres life to leade , with nailes to scratche my graue , Where yearthly wormes on me shall feede , is all the ioyes I craue : And hide my selfe from shame , sith that mine eyes doe see , Ah a lalalantida my deare dame , hath thus tormented mee . And all that present bee , with dolefull tunes helpe than : And sing Bis woe worthe on me , forsaken man . FJNJS . E. O.
Finding no reliefe , he complaineth thus . JN quest of my reliefe , I finde distresse , In recompence of Loue , most deepe disdaine : My laugour such , as wordes may not expresse , A shower of teares , my watrishe eye doth raine . I dreame of this , and doe define of woe , I wander in the thoughtes of my sweete foe . I would no peace , the cause of warre I flie , I hope . I feare , I burne , I chill in Froste : I lye a lowe , yet mountes my minde on hie , Thus doubtfull stormes , my troubled thoughtes haue toste , And for my paine , this pleasure doe I proue , I hate my selfe , and pine in others Loue . The worlde I graspe , yet holde I nought at all , At libertie I seeme , in prison pent : I taste the sweete , more sower then bitter gall , My shippe seemes sounde , and yet her ribbs be rent . And out alas , on Fortune false I crie , Looke what I craue , that still shee doth denie . Both life and death , be equall vnto me , I doe desire to die , yet craue I life . My wittes with sundry thoughtes doe disagree , My felfe am with my selfe at mortall strife . As warmth of Sunne , doth melte the siluer Snowe , The heate of Loue , beholde consumes me so . FJNJS . R. Hill .
Written vpon the death of his especiall good friend Maister Iohn Barnabie , who departed this life at Bensted in the countie of Southampton 25. Ianuary . 1579. Aetatis . 78. MIne owne good father thou art gone thine eares are stopt with clay Thy gost is fled , thy body dead , thou hearste not what I say . Thy dearest friends may sigh & sobb , thy children cry and call , Thy wife may waile and not preuaile , nor doe thee good at all . Though reason would we should reioyce , & trickling teares restraine , Yet kindlynes and friendlynes , enforce vs to complaine . Thy life was good our losse the more , thy presence cherd our hart , Thy lacke and absence turnd therefore , our solace into smart . I found thee both a kindly friend , and friendly father too , Barnabie lacks breath , O cruel death & couldst thou part vs two . But death derides my wofull words , & to my saying saith , Thou foolish wight I did but right , I force nor friend nor faith . The Lord of life & Lord of death , my threatning hand did let , Els when that he in cradell lay , I might haue claimd my debt . His corps is clad in cloddes of earth , his soule doth soore on hie , Before the throne of God aboue , whose seruaunt he did die . And thou his friend & she his spouse , and they his children shall , Behold the father friend and mate , whose absence greeues you all . But he nor can , nor will returne to thee to her or them , For heauen is his , he liues in blisse , ye dwell with mortall men . Ye dwell in darke & dreadfull denne in prison pent are yee , He liues in light , and all delight , from thraldome franke and free . Wishe not that he should come to you for then you doe him wrong , But wishe that ye may goe to him , the blessed saintes among . FJNJS . H. D.
Coelum non solum . JF care or skill , could conquere vayne desyre , Or reasons raignes my strong affection stay , Then should my sighes to quiet brest retyre , And shunne such signes , as secret thoughts bewray , Vncomely Loue , which now lurkes in my breast , Should cease my griefe , through wisdomes power opprest But who can leaue to looke on Venus face , Or yeeldeth not to Iunos high estate , What witte so wise , as giues not Pallace place , These vertues rare , eche Gods did yeelde a mate , Saue her alone , who yet on earth doth raigne . Whose bewties string , no God can well destraine . What worldly wight can hope for heauenly hyre , When onely sighes must make his secret mone , A silent sute doth seeld to grace aspyre , My haplesse happ doth roule the restlesse stone , Yet Phebe fayre disdaynde the heauens aboue , To ioy on earth , her poore Edimions loue . Rare is reward where none can iustly craue , For chaunce is choyse , where reason makes no clayme , Yet luck sometimes , dispayring soules doth saue , A happy Starre , made Giges ioy attayne . A slauishe Smith , of rude and raskall race , Found meanes in tyme to gayne a Goddes grace . Then loftye loue , thy sacred sayles aduaunce , My sithing seas shall flow with streames of teares , Amidst disdayne driue forth my dolefull chaunce , A valyaunt mynde , no deadly daunger feares , Who loues aloft , and sets his heart on hye , Deserues no payne , though he do pine and dye . FJNIS , E. O.
A Louer reiected , complaineth , THe trickling teares , that falles along my cheekes , The secret sighes that showes my inward greefe , The present paynes perforce , that loue aye seekes , Bids me renew my cares without releefe . In wofull song in dole display , my pensyue heart for to bewray . Bewray thy greefe , thy wofull hart with speede , Resigne thy voyce to her that causde thy woe : With yrkesome cries bewayle thy late done deede , For she thou louest , is sure thy mortall foe . And helpe for thee there is none sure , But still in payne thou must indure . The stricken Deare hath helpe to heale his wounde , The haggerd Hauke , with toyle is made full tame : The strongest tower , the Canon layes on grounde , The wisest witte that euer had the fame , Was thrall to loue , by Cupids sleightes , Then waie my case with equall weights . She is my ioy , she is my care and wo , She is my payne , she is my ease therefore : She is my death , she is my life also , She is my salue , she is my wounded sore . In fine , she hath the hand and knyfe , That may both saue and end my lyfe . And shall I liue on earth to be her thrall , And shall I sue and serue her all in vayne ? And kisse the steppes that she lets fall , And shall I pray the Gods to keepe the payne ? From her , that is so cruell still , No , no , on her worke all your will . And let her feele the power of all your might , And let her haue her most desire with speede : And let her pine away both day and night , And let her mone , and none lament her needde . And let all those that shall her see , Despise her state , and pittie me . FJNIS . E. O.
Not attayning to his desyre , he complayneth . J Am not as I seeme to be , nor when I smyle , I am not glad : A thrall although you count me free , I most in myrth , most pensiue sad : I smile to shade my bitter spight , as Haniball that sawe in sight : His country soile with Carthage towne : by Romane force defaced downe . And Cesar that presented was , with noble Pompeis princely head , As t were some iudge to rule the cace , a floud of teares he semde to shed : Although in deede it sprong of ioy , yet other thought it was annoy , Thus contraries be vsed I finde , of wise to cloke the couert minde . I Haniball that smiles for grief , & let you Cesars teares suffice , The one that laughs at his mischief , the other all for ioy that cries : I smile to see me scorned so , you weepe for ioy to see me woe , And I a hart by Loue slaine dead , presents in place of Pompeis head . O cruell hap , and hard estate , that forceth me to loue my fo , Accursed be so foule a fate , my choise for to prefixe it so : So long to fight with secret sore , and finde no secret salue therefore , Some purge their paine by plaint I finde , but I in vain do breath my winde . FINIS . E. Ox.
His minde not quietly setled , he writeth thus . EVen as the waxe doth melt , or dewe consume away , Before the Sunne , so I behold through carefull thoughts deeay : For my best lucke leades me , to such sinister state , That I doe waste with others Loue , that hath my selfe in hate , And he that beates the bushe , the wished birde not gotts , But such I see as sitteth still , and holdes the fouling netts . The Drone more Honnie sucks , that laboureth not at all , Then doth the Bee , to whose most paine , least pleasure doth befall : The Gardner sowes the seedes , whereof the flowers doe growe , And others yet doe gather them , that tooke lesse paine I knowe . So I the pleasant Grape haue pulled from the Vine , And yet I languish in great thirst , whiles others drinke the wine . Thus like a woefull wight , I woue the webb of woe , The more I would weede out my cares , the more they seme to grow : The which betokeneth ioy , forsaken is of mee , That with the carefull Culuer climes , the worne and withered tree . To entertaine my thoughtes , and there my happ to mone , That neuer am lesse idle loe , then when I am alone . FINIS . E. Ox.
No ioy Comparable to a quiet minde . JN lothsome race pursued by slippery life , Whose sugred guile doth glistering ioy present : The carefull ghost oppressed sore with strife , Yeeldes ghostly grones from painefull passions sent . The sinfull flesh that beares him here in vewe , In steede of life doth dreadfull death pursue . The way he seeth by touche of merites grace , Wherein to runne alas he gladly would : But filthy fleshe his wretched dwelling place , Doth so rebell at that which doe he should . That silly soule who feeles his heauie neede , Can onely will but naught performe in deede . The will through grace doth oft desire the good , But all in vaine for that the fleshly foe : Yeeldes forth such fruites as sinnes hath bred in bud , And blindly suckes the sapp of deadly woo . Esteeming showes of fickell fancies knowen , And scorning fruite by grace , eternall sowen . Though eye doth see that death doth swallow all , Both life and lust and euery sound delight : Yet wretched fleshe through sinne is made so thrall , That nought it markes apparent thinges in sight . That might him traine , to care of better grace , Both doth his bale with greedy lust imbrace . Then sins desert and all things weare away , That nought remaine but fruite of grace or sinne : God build in vs such conscience as can say , This fruite not mine but sinne that dwelt me in . For why to sinne I dayly do in sight , That vnto Christ I may reuiue my spright . FJNJS . qd Candish .
A Complaint . IF Cressed in her gadding moode , Had not gone to the greekish hoste : Where she by Diomede was woode , And wonne from him that loude her most . She had not fallen to such mischeefe , Nor turned Troylus to such greefe , Nor Diomede had not vpbrayed , To worthy Troylus , Cressed spoyle . Nor these two worthies had not frayed , So oft ech others fame to foyle : If Catterwaling Cressed coy , Had taried with her loue in Troy . No Troians foe , nor cruell Greike , Had triumphte ouer her good name : If she had not gone forth to seeke , The Campe where women winne no fame , She had bene calde no common Gill , If she in Troy had tarryed still . She had not knowne the Lazars call , With Cuppe and Clap her almes to winne : Nor how infectiue scabbe and scall , Do cloth the Lepre Ladies skinne , She had no such distresse in Troy , But honour , fauour , wealth , and ioy . Howbeit she could not tarry there , But needes forsooth a gadding go , To feele the tast of Straungers chere , Nise noueltie lo prickt her so . She could not hold where she was well , But strayed and into ruin fell . I pleasure not to blaze her blame , Nor chiding cannot mend her mis: But all good women by her shame , May learne what Catterwaling is . For wandring women , most men say , Cannot be good and goe astray . It is not womens excercise , To straye or gadde in field or towne : Men count them neyther good nor wyse , They blot and blemish their renowne . They hurt their fame , they please their foe , And greeues their friend to see them so . FINJS Troylus .
A Replye . NO gadding moode , but forced strife , Compelled me retyre from Troy : If Troylus would haue vowde his wife , We might haue dwelt in former ioy . Ne Diomede nor greekish wight , Had sought my blame or his despight . If ought the feeble force of mine , Could haue withstood the Kingly heast , If flowing fluds of stilled rine , Had pittie found in Troians brest , I had not bene Antenors prise , Nor thus bene thrall to noted vise . The blome of blame had not bine spread , The seede of shame had not bine sowne : If Knightly prowes his minde had lead , By rightfull force to keepe his owne . I had not thralled bine to ill , If he in Troy had kept me still . My heauie hart and dolefull case , Which craues your pitie not your spight : Full well you know hath had no place , If he had garded well his right . I see your curtesie small , your store , That blaze my plague to make it more . You say in Troy I woulde not bee , With gadding minde you charge me still : When well you knowe that hie decree , Did send me forth against my will . Sith thus you triumph at my fall , Ye ought to tell the cause withall . If nought you ioy to blaze my blame , You woulde not hunt for termes of spight , Nor faine me cause of all the same , Small honour wonne in such a fight . For they that noble minded bee , Will rue the case and pittie mee . I well allowe your finall clause , To gadde and runne doth blot the name , But lay the fault vnto the cause , And graunt him gilthy of the same . Who bred the bud that pleased my foe , That greeued my friendes and hurt me soe . FJNJS . Cressida .
That Loue is requited by disdaine . JN searehe of things that secret are , my mated muse began , What it might be , molested most the head and minde of man . The bending brow of Princes face , to wrath that doth attend , Or want of Parentes , wyfe or chylde , or losse of faithfull friend . The roring of the Canon shot , that makes the peece to shake , Or terrour such as mighty Ioue , from heauen aboue can make . All these in fine may not compare , experience so doth proue , Vnto the tormentes sharpe and straunge , of such as be in loue . Loue lookes alofte , and laughes to scorne , all such as greefe anoy , The more extreame their passions be , the greater is his ioy . Thus loue as victor of the field , triumphes aboue the rest , And ioyes to see his Subiectes lye with liuing death in brest . But dire disdayne let s driue a shafte , and gaules this bragging foole , He pluckes his plumes vnbendes his bowe , and sets him new to scoole Whereby this boy that bragged late , as conquerour ouer all , Now yeeldes himselfe vnto disdayne , his Vassall , and his thrall . FJNJS . W. Hunnis .
Of a contented state . JN welth we see some welthy men , abound in welth most welthily , In welth we see those men agayn , in welth do liue most wretchedly . And yet of wealth hauing more store , Then earst of wealth they had before . These welthy men do seme to want , they seme to want that most they haue , The more posses , the more they craue , the more they craue the greater store That most they haue , they think but skant . Yet not content , wo be therefore . The simple men that lesse welth haue , with lesser welth we se content , Content are they twixt welth and scath , a life to leade indifferent . And thus of wealth these men haue more , Then those of which we spoke before . FINIS . W. Hunnis .
Being disdayned , he complayneth . IF friendlesse faith ? if guiltlesse thought may shielde ? If simple truth that neuer meant to swearue : If deare desire accepted fruite doe yielde , If greedy lust in loyall life doth searue . Then may my playnt bewayle my heauie harme , That seeking calme , haue stumbled on the storme . My wonted cheare eclipsed by the cloude , Of deepe disdayne , through errour of report : If wearie woe enwrapped in the shrowde , Lies slayne by tongue of the vnfriendly sort . Yet heauen and earth , ayd all that Nature wrought , I call to vowe of my vnspotted thought . No shade I seeke in parte to shielde my taynte , But simple truth I hunt no other sute : On that I gape , the issue of my plainee , If that I quaile , let Iustice me confute . If that my place amongest the guiltlesse sort , Repay by doome my name and good report . Go heauie verse , pursue desyred grace , Where pittie shrinde in cell of secret brest , Awaits my haste , the rightfull lot to place , And lothes to see the guiltlesse man opprest , Whose vertues great , hath cround her more with fame , Then kingly state , though largely shine the same . FJNJS . L. Vaux .
Of the meane estate . THe higher that the Ceder tree , vnto the heauens doe grow , The more in daunger is the top , when sturdy winds gan blowe , Who Iudges then in princely throne , to be deuoyde of hate , Doth not yet know what heapes of ill , lies hid in such estate . Such dangers great , such gripes of mind , such toyle doe they sustain That often times of God they wish , to be vnkingd agayn . For as the huge and mighty rockes , withstand the raging seas , So kingdomes in subiection be , whereas dame Fortune please , Of brittle ioy , of smiling cheare , of hunny mixt with gall , Alotted is to euery prince in freedome to be thrall . What watches long , what sleepes vnsure , what greefe & care of mind What bitter broiles , what endles toiles , to kingdomes be assignd . The subiect then may well compare , with prince for plesant dayes , Whose silent nigh brings quiet rest , whose steps no storme bewrayes How much be we then bound to God , who such prouision makes , To lay our cares vpon the Prince , thus doth he for our sakes , To him therefore ler vs lift vp our hartes , and pray amayn , That euery Prince that he hath plaste , may long in quiet raigne . FJNIS , W. H.
Of a contentcd minde . WHen all is done and sayd , in the end thus shall you finde , The most of all doth bath in blisse , that hath a quiet minde . And cleare from worldly cares to deeme can be content , The sweetest time of all this life , in thinking to be spent . The body subiect is , to fickle fortunes power , And to a million of mishapps , is casuall euery hower : And death in time doth chaunge it to a clodde of clay , When as the minde which is deuine , runnes neuer to decay . Companion none is like , vnto the minde alone , For many haue bene harmd by speech , through thinking few or none , Few often times restraineth wordes , but makes no thoughts to cease And ste he speakes best that hath the skill , when for to hold his peace . Our wealth leaues vs at death , our kinsmen at the graue , But vertues of the mynde , vnto the heauens with vs haue . Wherefore for vertues sake I can be well content , The sweetest time of all my life , to decine in thinking spent . FINIS . L. Vaux .
Trie before you trust . TO counsell my estate , abandonde to the spoyle , Of forged friendes whose grosest fraude , it set with finest foyle . To verifie true dealing wightes , whose trust no treason dreades , And all to deare th acquaintaunce be , of such most harmefull heads . I am aduised thus , who so doth friend , friend so , As though to morrow next he feared , for to become a fo . To haue a fayned friend , no perrill like I finde , Oft flering face may mantell best , a mischeefe in the minde : A payre of Aungels eares oft times doth hide a serpentes hearte , Vnder whose gripes who so doth come , to late bewayles the smart . Wherefore I doe aduise , who so doth friend , friend so , As though to morrow next he should become a mortall fo . Refuse respecting friendes , that courtly know to fayne , For gold that winnes for golde , shall lose , the self same friend agayne . The Quayle needes neuer feare : in Fowlers nets to fall , If he would neuer bend his eare to listen to his call . Therefore trust not to soone , but when you friend , friend so , As though to morrow next , ye fearde for to become a fo. FJNJS . L. Vaux .
He renounceth all the affectes of Loue . LIke as the Hart that lifteth vp his eares , To heare the houndes that hath him in the chase , Doth cast the winde , in daungers and in feares , With flying foote , to passe away apace , So must I flie of loue the vayne pursute , Whereof the gaine is lesser then the fruite . And I also must lothe those learing lookes , Where loue doth lurke still with his subtle sleight , With painted mocks , and inward hidden hookes , To trappe by trust that lieth not in wayte , The end whereof , assay it who so shall , As sugred smart , and inward bitter gall . And I must flie such Cirian songs , Wherewith thac Circes , Vlisses did enchaunt : These wilie Wattes I meane , with filed tongues , That hartes of steele haue power to daunt . Who so as Hauke , that stoopeth to their call , For most desarte , receiueth least of all . But woe to me that firste behelde these eyes , The trappe wherein I say that I was tane , An outward salue , which inward me destroyes , Whereto I runne , as Rat vnto her bane , As to the fishe sometime it doth befall , That with the bayte doth swallow hooke and all . Within my brest wherewith I dayly fedde , The vayne repast of amourous hote desyre : With loytering lust so long that hath me fed , Till he hath brought me to the flaming fyre . In tyme as Phenix endes her care and carkes . I make the fire and burne my selfe with sparkes . FJNIS . L. Vaux .
Bethincking himselfe of his end ; writeth thus . WHen I behold the baier , my last and posting Horse , That bare shall to the graue , my vile and carren corse . Then say I seely wretche , why doest thou put thy trust , In things eithe made of clay , that soone will turne to dust . Doest thou not see the yong , the hardy and the fayre , That now are past and gone , as though they neuer were , Doest thou not see thy selfe , draw howerly to thy last , As shaftes which that is shotte at byrdes that flieth fast . Doest thou not see how death , through smyteth with his launce , Some by warre , some by plague , and some by worldly chaunce , What thing is there on earth , for pleasure that was made , But goeth more swift away , then doth the Sommer shade . Loe heare the Sommer flower , that sprong this other day , But Wynter weareth as fast , and bloweth cleane away , Euen so shalt thou consume , feom youth to lothsome age , For death he doth not spare , the prince more then the page . Thy house shal be of clay a clotte vnder thy head , Vntill the latter day the graue shall be thy bed . Vntill the blowing tromp doth say to all and some , Rise vp out of your graue , for now the Iudge is come . FJNJS . L. Vaux .
Being in loue he complayneth . ENforst by loue and feare , to please and not offende , Within the wordes you would me write , a message I must sende . A wofull errand sure , a wretched man must write , A wretched tale , a wofull head , besemeth to indite . For what can he but wayle , that hath but all he would , And yet that all is nought at all , but lack of all he should , But lack of all his minde , what can be greater grefe , That haue and lack that likes him best , must needes be most mischief . Now foole what makes thee wayle , yet some might say full well , That haste no harme but of thy self , as thou thy self canst tell . To whome I aunswere thus , since all my harmes doe grow , Vpon my self , so of my selfe , some happe may come I trow . And since I see both hap and harme betides to me , For present woe , my after blisse , will make me not forget thee , Who hath a field of Golde , and may not come therein , Must liue in hope till he haue force his treasure well to winne . Whose ioyes by hope of dread , to conquere or to lose , So great a wealth doth rise , and for example doth disclose , To winne the golden Fleese , stoode Iason not in dread , Till that Medeas hope of health , did giue him hope to speede . Yet sure his mynde was much , and yet his feare the more , That hath no happe but by your helpe , may happe for to restore , The raging Bulles he dread , yet by his Ladies charme , He knew it might be brought to passe , they could doe little harm . Vnto whose grace yeeld he , as I doe offer me , Into your handes to haue his happe not like him for to be , But as King Priamus did yeeld him to the will , Of Cressed false which him forsooke with Diomede to spill . So I to you comend my fayth , and eake my ioy , I hope you will not be so false , as Cressed was to Troy . For if I be vntrue , her Lazares death I wish , And eake in thee if thou be false , her clapper and her dish . FINIS . R. L.
Being in trouble he writeth thus . IN terrours trappe with thralldome thrust , Their thornie thoughtes to taste and trie , In conscience cleare , from cause vniust , With carping teares did call and crie , And sayd O God yet thou art he , That canne and will deliuer me . Bis. Thus trembling there with teares I trod , To totter tide in truthes defence . With sighes and sobbes , I sayd O God , Let right not haue this recompence . Least that my foes might laugh to se , That thou wouldest not deliuer me . Bis. My soule then to repentaunce ranne , My ragged clothes all rent and torne , And did bewayle the losse it wanne , With lothsome life so long forlorne . And sayd O God yet thou art he , That can and will deliuer me . Bis. Then comfort came with clothes of ioy , Whose seames were faithfull steadfastnesse : And did bedecke the naked boy , That earst was full of wretchednesse , And sayd be glad , for God is hee , That shortly will deliuer thee . Biss FJNJS . W. H.
Being troubled in minde , he writeth as followeth . THe bitter sweate , that straines my yeelded harte , The carelesse count that doth the same imbrace , The doubtfull hope to reape my due desarte , The pensiue path that guides my restlesse race , Are at such warre within my wounded brest , As doeth bereaue my ioy and eake my rest . My greedy will that seekes the golden gayne , My luckelesse lotte , doth alway take in wroth : My mated minde , that dreades my sutes in vayne , My pittious playnt doth helpe to set it forth . So that betweene two waues of raging Seas , I driue my dayes in troubles and disease . My wofull eyes doe take their cheefe delight , To feede their fill vpon the pleasaunt maze , My hidden harmes that grow in me by sight , With pining paines doe driue me from the gaze , And to my hope , I reape no other hyre , But burne my self , and I doe blow the fire . FINJS I. Haywood .
Looke or you leape . IF thou in surety safe wile sit , If thou delight at rest to dwell , Spende no more wordes then shall seeme fitte , Let tongue in silence talke expell , In all thinges that thou seest men bent , See all say nought , hold thee content . In worldly workes degrees are three , Makers , doers , and lookers on , The lookers on , haue libertie , Both the others to iudge vpon , Wherefore in all as men are bent , See all , say naught , hold thee content . The makers oft are in fault found , The doers doubt of praise or shame , The lookers on finde surest ground , They haue the fruite yet free from blame , This doth perswade in all here ment , See all , say naught , holde thee content . The Prouerbe is not South and West , Which hath bee sayd long time agoe : Of little medling commeth rest , The busie man neuer wanteth woe . The best way is , in all worlds sent , Se all , say naught , hold thee content . FJNJS . J. Haywood .
A description of the world . WHat is this world , a net to snare the soule , A mas of sinne , a desert of deceite , A momentes ioy , an age of wretched dole , A lure from grace , for flesh a lothsome bayre . Vnto the minde a canker worme of care , Vnsure , vniust , in rendring man his share . A place where pride orerunnes the honest minde , Where rich men ioynes to robbe the shiftlesse wretch , Where bribing mistes doe blinde the Iudges eyes , Where Parasites the fattest crums do catch , Where good desartes which chalenge like reward , Are ouer blowne with blastes of light regard , And what is men ? dust , slime , a puffe of wynde , Conceaude in sinne , plaste in the world with greefe , Brought vp with care , till care hath caught his minde , And then till death vouchsafe him some releefe . Day , yea nor night , his care doth take an ende , To gather goods for other men to spende . Oh foolish man that art in office plaste , Thinke whence thou camste , and whether thou shalt go , The haute hie Okes , small windes haue ouercast , When slender weedes in roughest weather groe , Euen so pale death oft spares the wretched wight , And woundeth you , who wallow in delight . You lusty youthes that nourish hie desire , Abase your plumes , which makes you looke so bigge , The Collyers Cut the Courtiers Steede will tyre , Euen so the Clarke , the parsons graue doth digge , Whoso happe is yet here long life to winne , Doth heape God wot , but sorrow vpon sinne . And to be short , all sortes of men take heede , The Thunderboltes the lofty towers tare , The lightning flashe consumes the house of Reede , Yea more in time all earthly thinges will weare , Saue only man , who as his earthly time is , Shall liue in woe , or else in endlesse blisse . FJNJS . G. G.
Being in Loue , he complaineth . MY haute desyre , to hye that seeketh rest , My feare to find , where hope my help should giue , My sighes and plaintes sent from vnquiet brest , The hardned hart that will not truth beleeue , Bids me dispayre , and Reason saith to me , Forsake for shame , the sute that shameth thee , But when mine eyes behold the alluring cayes , Which only me to Cupids spoyle haue trainde , Desyre a new doth worke his wonted wayes , Thus shall I freeze , and yet I frye in payne , O quenchlesse fyre to quayle and quick agayn . Such is the flame , where burning loue doth last , As hye ne low can beare with reasons bitte , And such is loue , wherein is setled fast , That naught but death can ease his feruent fitte , Then cannot I , nor loue will me forsake , Sweete is the death , that faithfull loue doth make , FINIS . M. Edwardes .
The Complaint of a sinner . O Heauenly God , O Father deare , cast downe thy tender eye , Vpon a wretch that prostrate heare before thy face doth lye . O powre thy precious Oyle of grace into my wounded hart , O lette the droppes of mercy swage the rigor of my smart . My faynting soule suppressed sore , with carefull clogge of sinne , In humble sorte submits it selfe , thy mercy for to winne , Graunt mercy then O Sauiour sweete to me most wofull thrall , Whose mornefull crie to thee O Lord , doth still for mercy call . Thy blessed will I haue despised vpon a stubborne mynde , And to the sway of worldly thinges , my selfe I haue inclinde , Forgetting heuen , and heauenly powers , where god & saints do dwel , My life had like to tread the path , that leades the way to hell . But now my Lord , my lodestarre bright , I will no more doe so , To thinke vpon my former life , my hart doth melt for wo. Alas I sigh , Alas I sobbe , alas I doe repent , That euer my licencious will so wickedly was bent . Sith thus therefore with earnefull plaint , I doe thy mercy craue , O Lord for thy great mercies sake , let me thy mercy haue . Restore to life the wretched soule that else is like to die , So shall my voyce vnto thy name , sing prayse eternally . Now blessed be the father first , and blessed be the Sonne , And blessed be the holy Ghost , by whom all thinges are done . Blesse me O blessed Trinitie , with thy eternall grace , That after death my soule may haue in heauen a dwelling place . FJNJS . F. Kindlemarshe .
The fruite that springes from wilfull wits , is ruth and ruines rage , And sure what headlesse youth commits , repentaunce rues in age . J Rage in restlesse youth , and ruines rule my dayes , I rue ( to late ) my rechlesse youth , by rules of reasons wayes , I ranne so long a race in search of surest way , That leisure learnde me tread the trace that lead to leude decay . I gaue so large a rayne to vnrestrayned bitte , That now with proofe of after payne , I wayle my wante of witte . I trifled forth the time , with trust to selfe conceites , Whilste plenties vse prickt forth my tyme , to seeke for sugred baites , Wherein once learnde to finde , I found so sweete a tast , That due foresight of after speede , selfe will esteemed wast . Which will through wilfulnesse , hath wrought my witlesse fall , And heedelesse youthes vnskilfulnesse , hath lapt my life in thrall . Whereby by proofe I know , that pleasure breedeth payne , And he that euill seede doth sow , euill fruite must reape agayne , Let such therefore whose youth and purses are in prime , Foresee and shunne the helpelesse ruth , which sues mispence of time , For want is next to waste , and shame doth sinne ensue , Euill speeding proofe hath heedelesse hast , my self haue proued it true , When neighboures next house burnes , t is time there of take heede , For fortunes wheele hath choyse of turnes , which change of chaunces breede , My saile hath bene aloft , though now I beare but low , Who climbes so high seeld falleth soft , deadst ebbe hath highest flow , FINJS . qd . Yloop.
An Epitaph vpon the death of syr William Drury , Knight , Lord Justice and Gouernour of Yreland , deceased at Waterford the thyrd of October . An. Do. 1579. JN place where wantes Apollo with his Lute , There peeuish Pan may prease to pipe a daunce , Where men of skill and learned Clarkes are mute , There Fooles may prate , and hit the truth perchaunce , Why spare I then to speake , when all are mumme , And vertue left forgot in time to come . Giue pardon then to him that takes in hande , Though neuer taught with Poets pen to write , Will yet presume , to let you vnderstand , No straunge euent , although a sieldome sight , Which late I saw , a dolefull tale to tell , And followeth thus , then marke how it befell . I saw Report in mourning weede arayde , Whose blubbered eyes bewrayde some secret greefe , Besprent with teares , with sighes and sobbes he sayd , You martiall wights abandone all releefe , Come wayle with me , whose losse is not alone , When you your selues haue greatest cause to mone . For Drurie he , the choyse of all your trayne , Your greatest guyde , and lampe of clearest light , The only man Bellona did retayne , Her Champyon chefe , and made syr Mars his knight . Euen he is now bereaued of his breath , T is you , t is you , may most lament his death . Then might I see , a warlik crew appeare , Came marching on with weapons traylde on ground , Their outward show bewrayde their inward cheare , Their droms and tromps did yeeld a dolefull sound , They marched thus in sad and solemne sort , As men amasde to heare this late Report . And in the midst of this their heauy muse , I might perceiue in sight a worthy Dame , Who by her speech and tenure of her newes , I knew her well , and saw t was Lady Fame . With Tromp in hand , and thus me thought she sed , You worthy wights , your Drurie is not dead . He liueth he , amongst the blessed route , Whose noble actes hath purchaste endlesse fame : Whylste world doth last , no time shall weare him out , Nor death for all his spight abridge his name , But Drurie still for euer shall remayne , His Fame shall liue , in Flaunders , Fraunce , and Spayne . The Germanes eke , Italyans , and the rest , Can well discourse of Druries deedes at large , With whome he serude , a Champyon ready prest , At all assaultes , the formost to giue charge , In many a fraye , himselfe he did aduaunce , Tweene Charles of Rome , and Henrie King of Fraunce . In vayne to vaunt , the credite he attaynde , In natiue soyle , where he was knowne so well , And Brute hath blowne , what glory he hath gaynde , In Scotish Land , where they themselues can tell , In Edenbrough he wan there Mayden tower , By fyrst assault , perforce the scotishe power . But Ireland thou , thou thrise accursed soyle , Thy luck is losse , thy fortune still withstoode , What mischiefe more , to worke thy greater spoyle , Then losse of him that ment thee greatest good , Yet canst thou say , syr Druries noble name , In Ireland still shall bide in lasting fame . Wherefore you worthy wightes , leaue of to wayle , Your Drury liues , his fame for aye shall last , His vertues byde , though wretched lyfe do fayle , And taking then her Tromp , she blewe a blast , Which sounded more his prayse , then I can write , Or with my tongue expresse in order right . Then might I heare the Souldyers giue a shoute , The sounde whereof , redounded in the skie , Great ioy was made amongst the armed route , With streined throtes then all at once they cry , He liues , he liues , our Drurie is not deed , His vertues rare , by Fame shall still be spread . In order then , themselues they did retire , Their weapons vaunst , with Ensignes braue displayde , What would you more ? Report is made a lyer , Syr Drurie liues , sufficeth what is sayde . What though his Corpes entombed be in clay , His vertues shyne , that neuer shall decay . Viuit post funaera virtus . By Barnabe Ritche . Gent. Finis . 1580.