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The arbor of amitie wherin is comprised pleasant poëms and pretie poesies, set foorth by Thomas Howell Gentleman. Anno. 1568.
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Howell, Thomas, fl. 1568-1581.
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1568
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If I had Tullies tongue and thousand wittes thereto If Chaucers vaine if Homers skill if thousande helpers mo Yet tongue nor wyt nor vaine nor skill nor helpe at all Can well descrie your due desarte in praise perpetuall Therefore my skillesse Muse doth ende his tale to tell As one that wanteth might to will O Noble Fem farewell Your Honors T. Howell To the curteous and gentle Reader Iohn Keeper student THe tender graffe that growes in groue that tooke the stock but late Frō slender spraies his leaues he shootes but small and young of rate Which length of time will strengthen strong his yerely fruites to beare Whose braunch then buddes in stronger stem least frowarde wight it teare So Howelles hart and hardie hande hath plight his pen to set And graft this braunch the fruites whereof are young and tender yet Late roote it tooke in seemely soyle which now beginnes to spring And eke on twigges so trimly growne doth now his profites bring Small gaines at first yong trees doe yeelde lowe things youth handleth right Of matter small the Poets young at first began to write As Horace first his trifling toyes in booke did place and plat And Virgils youth occasion tooke to praise the sielie gnat But length of lyfe shall Howell holde on stronger stem to stay By cunning skill of setled braunch to beare the bell away Then cease ye not to helpe the grounde where this good graffe doth growe Who can but giue deserued praise and thanke his Muse I trowe Which sweetely springs in sugred sap of euery grace full meete Which wife Minerue in lap hath nurst and gaue him suck so sweete Whom I doe iudge Apolloes Impe and eke our Chaucers peare What senselesse head of malice mad will seeke such branch to teare But learned wits will further forth and laude his lore thats rare For Zoils snarres and doggish snuffes no wiseman neede to care Then hope I well my Ho to plie some greater woorke to see O pittie tis this golden Muse should vade and die with thee A dewe good friends yee Readers right maintaine this braunch now shute Then will he spring in time full trim to yeelde you larger fruite Farewell The Table THe vanitie of Beautie 1 To his Friend 1 Describing his lost of libertie and crauing returne of loue 1 He accuseth his tongue 2 When he thought himselfe contemned 3 To hys Friend 3 Being sore sick aunswereth his felow enquiring whether he were willing to die 3 An admonition to his Friend 4 Vse Vertue 4 At his Friends departure 5 Of knowledge 5 Of Auarice 5 Of blinde Cupid 6 To his friend whose friendly loue he craueth 6 To D. M. 6 To his Friend being absent shewing hys good will 7 To one who after death woulde leaue his liuely picture 7 The destruction of many 8 Being destitute of money the complaint to his Friend 8 The Louer describeth his trustie loue 8 An admonition to his Friend 9 He craueth regarde of the cares he taketh 9 Desirous to requite for many giftes one to hys deare beloue 9 Time alwayes causeth some noueltie and furthereth knowledge 10 Being in extremitie the Louer bewayleth hys restlesse lyfe 10 Of miserie 10 To his Friend H. 11 To be learned 11 Flatterers 11 The prayse of vertue 11 Of counsaile 11 Of Offence 11 To one that matcht with a froward woman 12 Of Ladie Fortune 12 To his faythfull Friend 12 To a Friend requesting his opinion in mariage he aunswereth thus 13 Fewe care for the soule all for the body 15 To his Friend Tho. Howell 15 An aunswere 16 The vanitie of riches 17 An Epitaph made vppon the death of the right honorable the Ladye Gartrid late Countesse of Shrewisburie 17 Of ingratitude 18 Of death 18 Answere ▪ 19 To one that faine would speede yet doubfull to proceede 19 The Louer being in the Countrie showeth hys good wyll to his Ladie in the court 20 To his Friend R. H. 20 The Louer to his L. 20 Aunswere 21 Golde corrupteth 21 Aunswere 21 A Poesie 21 The vncertaintie of thys worlde 21 A diet prescribed to his Friend G. 22 Allution 22 The Rose 23 Of Golde 23 The Louer forsaken bewayleth his estate 23 Being betweene two doubtes he taketh aduisement 24 He sheweth hys restlesse minde tormented for want of reliefe 25 Libertie corrupteth youth 26 The languishing Louer to his Ladie 26 Bycause no aunswere was returned in long time 26 H. to K. his Friend 27 I. K. to his Friend H. 27 A Poesie 29 Another 29 The Louer whose loue begon in time of spring declares howe natures force then workes in euery thing 29 A Poesie 30 Being vexed with the care of the worlde he cōforteth himselfe 30 Of Degrees 31 That men ought to bee promoted to dignitie onely by worthie deedes 31 A Poesie 32 Another 32 The Louer to his L. 32 I. K. to his Friend H. 33 H. to his Friend K. 34 That learning and knowledge is surest riches 34 The Louer receyuing no recompence for entire loue compareth himselfe to the vnlucky Souldiour 34 E. P. 35 Aunswere H. 35 To T. A. 35 Aunswere 36 Iacke showes his qualities and great good wyll to Ione 36 The Louer almost in dispaire sheweth his great griefe and craues redresse 37 I. K. at his Friends departure 38 H. his aunswere to his Friend K. 39 A Poesie 39 To his C. 40 To his fayned Friend 40 A Poesie 40 Another 40 A farewell to his Friend T. Hooper 41 To his froward Friend 42 The opinion he hath of his Friend 43 Fraunces Flower in the commendation of the author 43 FINIS The Talbot true that is And still hath so remaynde Lost neuer noblenesse By sprinck of spot distaynde On such a fixed fayth This trustie Talbot stayth The Arbour of Amitie The vanitie of Beautie FOrme is most frayle a fading flattring showe As brickle glasse it vadth as grasse doth growe The more it comes vnto the crease of yeres The more it faylth and lesse the front apperes The flagrant flowres and goodly rubie Rose The Uiolets trim and Lylies white that grose Doe not alwayes retaine their sap and sent And florishe gay with smell most redolent So though thou spring of beautie passing all And bearst the flowre and fame as principall Whose péereles view hath blasde thy forme in sight Which thou to sée in glasse takste great delight Yet time on face so faire shall forrowes plowe And writhed wrincles péere on blemisht browe That thou shalt loath to sée thy ragged hewe And hate thy forme in liuely glasse to vewe And that which thou hast most delighted on Thou shalt it hate and wishe to die anon This is most true by right experience The fayrste that euer were are sone gone hence Lo Ladie faire of forme there is no trust It soone doth slip and thou shalt réele to dust O gréedie eyes bewitcht with things so fraile That causeth retchlesse youth in loue to quaile Whose witlesse heads on fansies fonde