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A16815	The vvorkes of a young wyt, trust vp with a fardell of pretie fancies profitable to young poetes, preiudicial to no man, and pleasaunt to euery man, to passe away idle tyme withall. Whereunto is ioyned an odde kynde of wooing, with a banquet of comfettes, to make an ende withall. Done by N.B. Gentleman.	Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626?	1577 (1577)	STC 3715; ESTC S104671	43,127	80

I reape this yeere the rest I thinke be dead But they so lost will better make my braine to yeelde good fruite wh●● so I tyll agayne For I protest as thus aduisde at lest next tyme I tyll to sowe some better grayne Untill which tyme I friendly you request to take in woorth these first fruites of my brayne Accounting thus my braine a new digd ground my rimes wilde Otes which euery where abound And for my labour more then halfe quite lost Laugh not yet at me for my folly such Nor haue regard at all vnto my cost my paines were most although not very much Which paines so spent these trifling toies to write I haue imploide to purchase thy delight Which though but toyes yet if they like thee well yeeld friendly thankes and so my friend farewell Finis ¶ The Author standing in a study whether to write or no wrote as foloweth SHal I presume to presse into the place where Poetes stand to trie theyr cunnyng skyll Fie no God wote I must not shewe my face among such men they come from Pernasse hyll Where ech one findes a muze to guide his pen and what should I doo then among such men No no God wot it is yenough for me to stand without and hearken at the doore And through the key hole somewhat for to see of orders theirs although I doo no more To see I meane how all the Poets wryte and how their Muzes helpe them to endite Except I doo lyke Bayarde hould by chaunce thrust in at doore and take no leaue at all In seeking so my selfe for to aduaunce agaynst my will may hap to catch a fall In ventring so perhaps yet I may see among them al somewhat to profit me Perhaps I may and likelyer of the two for such my paynes get nothing but a flout Lo thus in doubt I know not what to doo to presse in place or still to keepe me out To stand without I can but little gaine to be too bould but laught at for my payne Laught at quoth I but tush if that be all I must not feare to presse in Poets place For laughing loud can breede a hurt but small it doth but shewe some asse or lobcockes grace In him that laughes for Poetes will no vse the simplest wight that is for to abuse 〈…〉 for feare of floutes of some odde mocking mate The wisest men this once I doo not doubt in ech respect such il demeanure hate They rather will regard mine earnest will and let me in then I should stand out still And Pallas shee would send from Pernasse hill some learned muze to helpe me to endite In writing to who so myght guide my quill that I myght somewhat like a Poet wryte The Poetes too would helpe rather then I should loose the loue I haue to Poetry Then if perhappes I wryte with simple skill the wisest he ades I trust will pardon me They will regarde my good and earnest will and thinke in tyme some better stuffe to see Which by Gods helpe ere long in hope I stand some finer matter for to take in hand ¶ The Author mynding to wryte somewhat yet not resolued what wrote in verse certayne demaundes with himselfe what to write as foloweth A Prouerbe olde there is which wise men count for true that oft of sluggish idlenesse great euils do ensue Which Prouerbe old and true when I do cal to mynde to set my self about strayght way I somwhat seek to find For feare least sitting stil when I haue nought to doo some thriflltes thought myne idle mynde would set it selfe vnts Sometyme I sit and reade such bookes as lykes me best sometyme a learned graue discourse sometyme a pleasaunt iest Sometyme I take my penne and then I fall to wryte to learne to frame a letter fayre sometime I doo indite Some prety odde conceit to please my selfe withall sometyme agayne I musick vse although my skil be smal Lo thus I reade I write I doo 〈◊〉 and sing and all to eschew idlenes that is so vile a thing And now not long ago not hauing much to doo but thinking best what kynde of woorke to set my selfe vnto I tooke my pen and Inke and thought in deede to write some kind of prety pleasant toy my minde for to delight But scarce I had begun but then I thought againe in countryes profit for to write to take a little payne And thinking so alas vnto my selfe quoth I what can I write that any man may profit gayne thereby My yeares are very young experience but small my learning lesse God he knowes my wisedome least of al. And being then so young and inexpert also and wisedome want to iudge in mynd which way the world wil go What almost can I write but I must gayne thereby but labour lost and many a flout for writing so fondly To write of pleasant toyes to purchase deepe delyght why euery Rimer writes such stuffe then what shall I endite Some Ditties of despite No yet I like that w●rse shall I then write some ruffing rime to sweare and banne and curse Fie that were woorst of all shall I then write of kings of princely Peeres and Princes courtes and of such gallant things No no no wordes of them what euer so they be Quod supra nos nihil ad nos then let them be for me Shall I go lower then and write of meaner sorte well if I doo I must take heede what tales I doo reporte What shall I tell their faultes and how they may amend why they will bid me mend my selfe ere I doo reprehend What shall I take in hand the truth in deede to teach thē some wil say beware your Geese the Fox begins to preach Shall I then write of warres oh no I am too young I neuer seru●ce saw in rield then I must hold my tongue What shall I write of ships and sayling in the seas alas my skill in saylors art is scarcely worth two peas What shall I write of Quirkes and Quidities in law no no for then I by and by should shewe my selfe a Daw. What then of fruites or plants of floures hearbes and trees of drawing kno●s setting slips and such like toyes as these Tush no the Gardner saies my cunning is but small and therfore I must hold my peace and meddle not withal To such as rulers be their duties shall I tel why they wil bid me rule my selfe and then I shall doo well What shall I somwhat write of thriftie husbandry then shall I shame my selfe alas for none so ill as I. What shall I set out rules for to be taught in schoole I am so young a scholar I should prooue my selfe a foole Shall I tell scholars then what is their due to doo le ts see good orders say young boyes you set your selfe vnto What shall I write of sinne what shame dooth growe therby why some will bid me mend for shame for no man woorse then

¶ The vvorkes of a young wyt trust vp with a Fardell of pretie fancies profitable to young Poetes preiudicial to no man and pleasaunt to euery man to passe away idle tyme withall Whereunto is ioyned an odde kynde of wooing with a Banquet of Comsettes to make an ende withall Done by N. B. Gentleman ¶ The Letter 〈◊〉 to the Reader I Haue both heard read oft tymes that Bookes and Cheeses may very well be likened one to the other in this poynt for the diuersitie of mens iudgementes giuen of them For they are wares both to be looked on for loue and bought for money The Cheese once out of the Presse shortly after comes to market to be solde where perhaps it is tasted of many before it be bought And bookes once imprinted are presently in shoppes where many peruse them ere they be solde Nowe ▪ some that haue tasted the Cheese wil say perchaunce t is too drye an other wyl say t is too ful of whaye ▪ the third wyll say the meate is good but it is yll handled the fourth wil contrary say it lookes better then it is Come another he wyl say Berlady t is prety good meate Some wyl say It is litle worth and some wyll say It is starke naught but that is an euyl toungd felow Some wyl say T is Cheese that 's a blunt whorson Some wyl say T wil serue he is to be borne withal Some wyl say T is good meate when one is hungry he is woorthy to haue a peece of it if he can get it when he hath nothing els to dynner Some wyl like it very well and giue money for it he is most worthy to haue it much good may it doo hym And thus of Bookes and so of this my booke among others Some wyl say It is too dry it wants the sap of Sapience neither hath it yenough of the Runnet of Reason Some other wyl say It is too sul of the whay of wantonnesse which in wise mens taste seemes very sowre Some wyll say The inuention is prety but it is yll pend Some other wyll more commend the pennyng then the matter Some wyl say It is prety Poetrie Some wyl say It is meane stuffe And some perhaps wyl say It is bald ryme not worth the reading but that is a malicious Lob for my lyfe Some wyll say T is verse he speakes his mynd plainly Some wyl say T wil passe for Poaetrie let hym passe for cetera Some wyl say It is good enough to reade when a man hath nothing els to doo he may reade it if he can come by it in such idle tyme Some perhaps wyll prayse it more then it deserues and geue coyne for it rather then goe without it Such are best woorthy to haue it and wel may it like them when they haue bought it Well such as like it not I pray you beare a good tongue and let it alone and God be with you I wish you well and perhaps I wyl agaynst the next Terme prouide you some other newe ware for your olde golde Tyll when and euer I wish you all with my selfe the grace of God and well to fare From my lodgyng this .xiiii. of May. Anno Domini 1577. Your poore Countreyman N. B. ✚ The woorkes of a young wit. Primordium The Farmer he that newe breakes vp a ground and dooth not know what fruit the soyle will yeelde The cheapest seede that lyghtly may be found be commonly bestowes vpon that fielde For tryall first as best for his behoue by proofe of that how better graine wil prooue And as I thinke the cheapest kynde of grayne on newe digd grounde the Farmer can bestowe Whereof to reape some profit for his payne are Otes a grayne which euery man dooth knowe Which proouing yll his losse can be but small if well such gaynes as he may lyue withall What sayd I otes Why Otes there are I see of diuers kyndes as some are counted wylde And they are light and yet with them some be in steed of better many tymes beguyld And sure I thinke that wylde lyght kynde of grayne my selfe haue sowne within my barren brayne But t is no matter smal hath been my cost and this is first tyme that I sturd my brayne Besydes I haue but little labour lost in idle tyme to take a little payne And though I loose both payne and grayne in deede my ground I crowe will serue for better seede For as the Farmer though his croppe be yll the seede yet lost will fatten well the grounde And when he seekes for better grayne to tyll and sowes good grayne then is the profit found For all the first that good was for no grayne will beare good fruite but with a little payne So my rude brayne that at the fyrst God wote was good for naught no kynd of fruite would yeelde New broken vp will now yet beare an Ote and as I hope wil prooue a prety field I lyke it tothe better that I fynd the Otes so sowne do not come vp in kynd For surely all the Otes I sowed were wilde and light God wote and cheape they cost me nought ▪ And now if that I be not much beguild they prooue good Otes and will be quickely bought Mary my croppe I reape is very small but what is lost my ground is made withall And when I till and sow a better grayne mine Otes so lost I shall not then repent My profite then will so requite my payne as I shall thinke my labour pretly spent And eke in time I hope with taking payne to make it fit to beare a right good grayne These Otes alas are fonde and foolish toyes which often tymes doo enter in the minde The thoughtes of which giue cause of griefe or ioyes which are so lighte as turne with euery winde And suche wilde Otes I meane wilde thoughts God knowes are all the grayne that in my ground now growes But yet I see that all the Otes I sowde I meane the thoughts that enter in my minde Are not come vp not halfe of them is showde and some come vp are blowen away with wynde The rest that stand are such as here you see which if you lyke then take them as they be These thoughts in deede were causes of such crimes as in my bookes here playne apparant be Which as I sat halfe idle many tymes I wrote God wote at randon as you see Which though they be but wilde lyght Otes in deede will make my ground yet fit for better seede Now I haue thought on thousand causes mo then I haue showne as well of griefe as ioye Some are forgot and those I cannot showe and when I wrote vpon too fond a toye And that withall my selfe mislykte the same strayght to the fyre for feare of further blame But such as these which by desert in deede I here doo terme toyes of an idle head● Are all the croppe that yet of al my seede