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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A03440	A treatise entitled the path waye to the towre of perfection. Compiled by Myles Huggarde, seruant to the Quenes most excellent maiestie	Huggarde, Miles.	1554 (1554)	STC 13561; ESTC S118796	19,460	42

A treatise entitled the Path waye to the towre of perfection Compiled by Myles Huggarde seruant to the Quenes most excellent maiestie Imprinted at London by Robert Caly within the precinct of the late dissolued house of the graye Freers nowe conuerted to an Hospitall called Christes Hospitall 1554. Cum priuilegio ad imprimendum solum To the Reader PResumed I haue good gentyll Reader To make this treatise thus vnlearnedly Not that I woulde seeme to be a leder Of other men for trulye none knowe I That wourse dothe lyue displeasing god hye Than my selfe dothe and therfore I pray All men to iudge well in that I will saye I study not for any eloquence For if I dyd my labour were in vaine First because I lacke the intelligence The whiche therunto doeth truly apertaine Secondely if I coulde litle woulde it gaine The simple folke to whō I haue this boke wild Whiche in eloquente speache is litle skilde And as for suche as trulye learned be The which wil wast time this treatise to reade Where they any fault in the same shal see I hertely pray thē where their wisedomes seith nede The same to cortecte for why this my dede I fancye not so but I knowe I may erre Sith in such mater I do wade so farre Well I maye erre I saie by ignoraunce But not to my knowledge that I knowe well For in maters of faieth I haue assuraunce From whiche I thanke God I yet neuer fell Nor I trust neuer shal thoughe the deuil in hell Would from this same faith me da●…ly perswaid But God in whom I trust is alway mine aide This litle worke I haue intiteled The Pathe way to the toure of perfection Wherin to walke God hath all men willed Bothe by him selfe and the discripcion Of his blessed worde with this condicion That excepte we beleue and his lawe obay We are none of his he dothe plainly saye Finis IT hath bene saied in time gone and past That what so euer doth in custome grow Uery harde it is that away to caste Be it good or yll this all men dothe knowe Experience partly dothe the profe showe And some custome there is which is indefferent And that in my selfe I see euident For to walke abrode my custome oft hath bene Because in songe of byrdes I had a delite Musinge ofte times what I had hearde sene Amonge all degrees of worldly apetite Some of whiche groslie in booke I did write But euer with one byrde happely I met Whiche caused me my penne to the booke to set Callinge to my minde in my bedde as I laye This my former custome taken of olde Knowing it was the mery moneth of Maye The luste of slepe could me no longer holde But that abrode for my pastyme I woulde Immediatly into the feldes I went Where I thought moost byrdes to be resident And as I there walked by a woode syde Where pleasauntly al kindes of birdes did singe For whose pleasaunt noyse I did their abide To here their notes not from nature altringe But kepte tune and time to kinde accordinge Which hering many thiges to my mide brought Cheiflye what nature God in thē had wrought In their kinde our lord thei praise night day Keping perfection in their degree In whiche study for a time I did stay And laying me downe a while to rest me Under the shadowe of a Cypresse tree What with this study and the birdes singingē Into a sounde slepe these two dyd me bryng Now than as I in to this slepe ded fall Anone by vision appered to me The byrde whiche of olde I had talkte withall Aryse man arise for very shame quod she And remēber where of thou diddist bethike the When thou diddist lye down auoide the blame Whiche maye turne thy thought to thine owne shame Thou did dist while eyre quod she reuolue in thy minde The perfection of vs in our estate Now if thou thy selfe accordinge to kinde Wilt not labour that way to emytate Which mought bring the vnto a perfite rate What great shame shal we byrdes bring y ● vnto If thou praise in vs that thy selfe wylte not do With that word thā me thought I did awake And asked her what I shoulde do in this Mary sir quod she if thou paine wilt take I wil soone bring the where thou shalt not misse To walke in the pathe that moost perfite is Shall I go quod I and knowe not whither Thou shalt know quod she or thou come thither I wyll know first quod I or ●…s ye sall Go alone for me where euer it be A well quod she nowe I knowe thy minde all Because of the paine thou art lothe to agree To go with me but hardly chuse the Whether thou wylt in slouth haue short ioy here Or els by short paine haue longe ioy els where Longe ioy after this I rather require Then after short ioy quod I to haue a long pain Then quod she if thou wylt haue thy desyre Ryse and go with me it is for thy gaine Nay tary a while quod I for I thinke plaine Their is no ioy to this to here these byrdes sing And to lie wher so many swet floures doth sprig O foolishe mā quod she this pleasure is vaine And shall haue an ende thou knowest not howe soone Wilt thou y ● euerlasting ioy disdaine For this shadowe of ioy than I haue done All worldly pleasures thou oughtest to shonne And rather to my counsell to applye Then in vaine vanites thus for to lye Call for grace quod she that thou maist arise From all worldly pleasures transitorie She is redy and at thine elbowe lyese Profringe hir helpe to bringe the to glory Plaint these my wordes man in thy memorie Refuse not Gods grace whyle she may be taken For she bydeth not where she is for saken O lorde quod I ho●…de this moueth my harte Faine woulde I go but I haue great hindraūce The sprite is redy ●…way to departe But to the fleshe it is a great greuaunce But o lorde by grace be thou my gouernaunce Then grace me thought to ●…e me by the hāde fast saiyng I am thine tyll thou me of caste Than vp I rose streight by the helpe of grace To take this iornay to me farre vnknowen Now ꝙ I to y e birde I am in such case That I am mete to walke while grace is mine own Yet take hede quod she thou be not ouer thrown Remembre the saiyng of holy sainte Paule Let him that thinkes he stādes take hede lest he fal Nowe come on quod she I wyll flye before Not to faste quod I and if thou loue me So frowarde quod she thou art euer more To do that whiche to thy great comforte shal be Thy corrupte nature by this thou maiste se With that towarde the East she toke her flight And I went after as fast as I mighte And euer as she had flowne a good waye But