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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A16746	A floorish vpon fancie As gallant a glose vpon so triflinge a text, as euer was written. Compiled by N.B. Gent. To which are annexed, manie pretie pamphlets, for pleasant heads to passe away idle time withal. By the same authour.	Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626?	1577 (1577)	STC 3654; ESTC S104788	74,416	134

thought I stood cōtent with al. The vsher of the Hall he tooke mee by and by And out of doores too in like sorte he thrust me presently Then euery Iacke an apes that rid vpon an Asse Was readie for to ride me still as I the Courte did passe The Geese and Ganders hist the Duckes cride quack at mee Thus euerie one woulde haue a flyrt ere I coulde get out frée The Porter Daliaunce hee draue me out in hast And thrust me down so harde the Hill my neck was almost brast And vp I rose againe though brused verie sore And ment if once I gat awaie for to come there no more Well limpinge as I coulde I hit the beaten waie Of fooles foote stepps through Forrest back that led me so astraie And backe againe I came to Learninges narrow lane And there I hit The trackt of Truth that I should first haue tane That leaues the Forrest quite which when I had hit on I staide a while and there my walke I gan to thincke vpon And thincking so I saw a scholler comming by That came from learned Vertues Schoole and sighing heauely I calde him vnto me and tolde him of my wo Of my sore fall from Fancies Forte and how I caught it so Which when that he had harde he tooke me by the hande And béeing verie weake in d●eacute ede scarse able for to stande Hee led me to a house of Wisdome an olde man His Father as he saide he was and there I rested than This Ientle youth if I doe not forget the same Is Honest Reason so I thincke his Father cald his name Where beeing but a while my tale I gan to tell To him of this my gentle walke whereat he laughed well And laughinge so quod hée go youth here take a booke And write now for remēbrance thine that when thou chance to looke Upon the same againe then thou mayest take heede still Of leauinge Wisdoms narow Lane and follow wanton Will. Lo thus at his commaunde I wrot it by and by And this it was beleeue me now or els at least I lye FINIS ¶ IN DISPIGHT of Fancie AH féeble Fancie now thy force is nothing worth Thou hadst me in thy Castel once but now I am got forth Thou baarst a gallant flagge of lustie brauerie But I haue séene that all thy showe is but méere knauerie Thy Fethers flaunt a flaunte are blowne awaie with winde And Falshood is the trustie Troth that one in thée shallfinde Thy valure is but vaunts thy weapons are but wordes Thou vsest Shales in stéede of Shot and signes in steede of swords Thy Forte is of no force each foole maie scale the same And thou thy selfe art but a flirt and not a noble Dame. As some doo thee accompt I know thee too too well And none but Dawes and Doltes within thy foolish Forte do dwell Thy castell is in déede a Caue of miserie A place in short space for to bring a man to beggerie Thy Forte defended is by Duckes and gardes of Geese By Iacke an Apes Asses too and such gallants as these Thy déepe delight is all in foolish triflinge toyes Thou makest a man in things of nought to set his chiefest ioyes Thy Schoole maie well be called The Schoole of littell skill Thy Schoolers most are waywarde wits that follow wanton will. Thy Lessons lothsome are thy selfe a Mistris too Of naught but Mischiefe which thou most doost make thy Schollers doo Thy Pleasure bréeds Mans paine thy Game doth turn to Greefe Thou woorkest many Deadly woe but few doost lend reléefe Thou makest a man to gaine Dishonour and Defame Thou makest him thinke a Stinking Slut too bee a Gallant dame Thou makest him Hang on hope and drowne in Deepe dispaire Thou makest him like a mome to build High Castels in the ayre Thou makest him thinke Black White when that all is knowne Thou makest him Like an asse to see A fooles head of his owne Thou art The cause of care but comfort very small And so what euer is amisse thou art the cause of all My selfe haue seene all this that I report and more Thou madest mee thinke that did mee good that greeued me ful sore But long I was so blinde thou so hadst dimd my sight That I could neuer see the craft of this thy deepe dispight Till I out of thy Forte was clerely got away And came to Graue aduises house where now I hope to stay Where when I was arriued by helpe of a deere frende Trewe reason one with whom I meane to keepe till life do ende Now when that I came there he did declare to me What ment that foolish Forte of thine and all that I did se. Which when I well had markt I did not all repent My labour in my Iourney so although my cost I spent Because thy nature so and deeds I did discry Which deeds of thine I doe detest and the● I doe defie And now vnto the worlde in deepe despight of thee I shew what a vaine flirte thou art that euery man may see I haue set out thy Forte thy Force and eke thy Schoole Thy Vshers too that teach therin a mad man and a foole Thy lothsom lessons too and how by greate good happe I am got out although longe first out of thy lothsome lappe What shall I farther say I haue set out in kinde Eche peeuish poynt I know in thee for euery man to finde Therefore let fall thy flagge and all thy brauerie I haue at large I thinke set out thy subtill slauerie And that in such a sorte as who so lust to réede My whole discourse of thy disceipte will learns for to take héede Of all thy gallant showe they know now what it is Thou long hast liued vnknowen alas but now discride I wis And for my 〈◊〉 thy Fo●●e I know so well I swere That I doo meane to kéepe me thence and neuer to come there But if I doe looke vp and follow thee againe Then kéepe me fast within the Forte and plague me for my paine But trust I meane it not with Reason here my freende I meane to liue in thy dispight and so I make an ende And yet before I make a flat ends ere I goo I will dischardge my stomacke quite and bid thée farwell so FINIS ¶ A Foole Dame Fancies man speakes in defence of his Mistris WHat meanes that mad man troe that railes on Fancie ●o That sekes to do hir such dispight sweres himself hirso The man mistakes himselfe it is not Fancie sure That for to fall into such rage doth him so much procure Why Fancie is a fréende to euerie curteous Knight Why Fancie is the chiefest thinge that doth the minde delight Why Fancie was the cause wonders first were founde Of manie fine deuises strange first Fancie was the grounde Why Fancie is the thinge that moueth men to loue And tells the Louers what to doo as best for their behoue Fancie findes prettie

lap These thinges with many mo in this same Cheapeside Hall Hath Vaine delight to please Fancie his Mistris minde withall Now though shee sée them all her Chamberlain must chuse What hee best thinkes wil like her minde what she wil refuse That Chamberlaine you know is Curiositie Hée euer chooseth all the ware that Fancie fond doth buye Now from the Hall vnto the Parlor straight you go Which as the Hall with Iewels riche is brauely hanged so The roome is long not large I met it not with féete But as I gesse in fashion t is much like to Lombarde streete This roome the Vsher too doth looke too with the Hall Well there within a litle while you quickly will see all Which beeing seene you passe into the other roome Which called is her Counting house wherin when you be come There shall you see her bookes that treates of many toyes And most of them doo show the cause of louers greifes or ioyes Some volumes Syr doo treate of naught but Vanitat● But very ●ew that speakes a worde of perfect Sanitate Some auncient authors write De arte a mandi Which who so studies throughly runs mad or ere hee die And in the steed of Tullies workes written De officijs There standes Tom ●atlers treatise Syr De fine brandicijs Among the rest are some Belle discorce d'amore And some doo write discourses De graundissimo dolore Some bookes doo make discourse of Pride and Foule disdayne Some letters Amatorie are some of Dispite agayne Some Pretie pamplets are some Posies Satirs some Some doo discourse of Falconrie and some of Day of doome And they are called Drommes and some tell pretie tales Of Lapwings Swallowes Fesant cockes noble Nightingales Some Songes and Sonets are and some are Louers layes Some Poets paint The panges of loue a thousand sundry wayes Now with sutch bookes as these with other such like toyes Doth Fancie store her Counting house for to instruct her boyes And girles too now and than at least if they doo reede And in sutch vaine Discourses most her selfe delightes indeede Now Syr when you haue seene her fine Librarie there Shee shews you then her other roomes leads you euery where But sure her Counting house of all that ere I see Is built as like to Poules Church yarde as euer it may bee Now next shee leades you too her Wardrope of fine cloth Of diuers kindes of colours Syr what laugh you Syr of trothe Beleeue mee when that you to Fancies for t doo go And if you come into her court then you shall finde it so The colours of her cloth are faire and very gay White Red Blew Greene Carnation Yealow Popingay Of blackes but very few but other colours store Of mingled colours or such as I tolde you of before Now shee that keepes that roome is a young pleasant dame And Wantonnes I trow it bee that Fancie calles her name Now Wantonnes againe shee keepes a pretie knaue That euery day deuiseth still new fashions for to haue Hée hath a knaui●● head fine knackes for to inuent Wherof good store of cloth in haste in fashions may be spent In gardes in weltes and iags in laying cloth vpon cloth And this same youth a Tailor is for men and women both His name is Fond deuise hee came of Apish race A man for such a mistris méete and fit for such a place But for dame Fancie ●ine no garments Syr hée makes But first the vew her Chamberlaine Curiositie takes And if hee like it well then will shee stand content If not his labour all is lost and cost in vaine is spent Now this same Wardrop Syr is likest in my minde To Watling streete of any place that euer I could finde Now Syr from thence you come when you haue seene all there You go into her Gallarie a roome that I dare sweare The like is seldome seene for gallant setting out If one shoulde trauaile euerie daie almost the worlde about For choice of gallant stuffe and fine deuises strange No place so like that ere I see as is The high Exchange Such purses gloues and pointes of cost and fasshion rare Such cutworkes partlets sutes of lawne bongraces such ware Such gorgets sléeues and ruffes lininges for gownes and calles Coiffes crippins cornets billaments muske boxes swéet balles Pincases picketoothes bearde brushes comes néedels glasses belles And manie such like toies as these that Gaine to fancie sels But yet of all these toies not one will Fancie buye Except they first bée looked on by Curiositie But Follie manie times standes at his elbow so That makes him choose the worse sumtime and let the better go Well there not longe you bide but downe you come againe Into the hall beneath good Syr where longe you not remaine But to the Kitchin streight she forthwith leadeth thee Where how she dresseth all hir meate the order thou shalt sée And what kinde cookes she hath and how they make their fyre To reast to séeth to broile to bake and what you will desire The roome is narow syr in which a Harth all bare On which the Cooke powers on his coales kindels thē with care Then layes he to the Spit if any meate be roast And if the fyre be once a flame then it beginns to toast The meate that most he roastes for Fancies dantie tooth Are Partridges larkes plouers gréene such fine foule for sooth The Coles are made of stickes of stuborne youth god wot which kindle quickelie of themselues and blowinge néedeth not The kinde of woode is Will drie without Sapience sappe The lobcoke Lust from thriftlesse thicke doth bring thē in his lap Which wood with lying still is growne so very drie That with a Sparke of Sporte alasse they kindle by and by The Cooke is Carelesse calde the fowles he roastes are these For Larkes are lookes for Plouers thoughts for Partridge Practises The Larkes are Lookes which when they liue doe flye But beinge stroken deade they serue for Fancie by and by The Partridge Practises which liuing séeme so good That they are put vnto the fyre to serue for Fancies ●oode For as the Partridge kéepes hir selfe close to the grounde Bicause by colour of hir coate she may not so bee founde So Practises that shift to kéepe themselues vnseene Are Foules most fit for Fancies tooth and now for Plouers gréene Greene thoughts that flye about now heere now there againe But if by chaunce by Cupids dart they hap for to be slaine Then lyinge but a while at this same flaminge fyre They make in déede a meate that most Fonde Fancie doth desyre Now hauing séene all this then shall you sée harde by The Pastrie Meale house and the roome wheras the Coales do ly The Coalehouse is a Cau●e of care and miserie The Pastrie is a Place of open Patcherie The Mealehouse is a Place with seate mischiefe fraught For sure the Meale is made of Corne y is much