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A mirrour of loue, which such light doth giue, that all men may learne, how to loue and liue. Compiled and set furth by Myles Hogarde seruaunt to the quenes highnesse
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Huggarde, Miles.
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A mirrour of loue which such light doth giue That all men may learne howe to loue and liue Compiled and set furth by Myles Hogarde seruaunt to the quenes highnesse Mense Maij. 1555. Cum priuilegio ad imprimendum solum To the moste high and most vertuous ladie and our most gracious soueraigne Mary by the grace of God Quene of Englande Fraunce Naples Hierusalem and Irelande defendour of the fayth Princesse of Spaigne Sicilie Archeduchesse of Austria Duchesse of Millaine Burgundie and Brabant Countesse of Haspurge Flaunders and Tyrole Your Maiesties most faythful louyng and obedient seruaunt Miles Hogarde wissheth al grace long peace quiet raigne from God the father the sonne and the holy Ghost WHen I considered oh most noble Quene Howe God in time hath wonderfully wrought In reducinge vs home whiche so longe hath beene Out of his true church yet nowe to be brought Into his church agayne it came to my thought What loue by your grace god to vs did showe When hope was almost past as al men do know This loue I say thus comming to my mynde I thought to the worlde somwhat to expresse But yet then thinkyng how I am assynde By thacceptation of your goodnesse To serue your grace though most vnworthinesse Appeareth on my part I did thinke I say The fruits of my wit to your grace first to pay Yet doth my hand shake that scarse I can write Considryng your highnes most royal estate Sith I so simply dyd this boke indite Beyng both of wit and learning frustrate Wherwith such a worke ought to be ornate But yet your highnes great benignite Shewed to all men dyd much encourage me Therfore when I had this worke finished Which is but short and compendious Containyng matter mete to published Unto all men syth it doth playne discusse The great loue of God shewed vnto vs Not in high learning but in termes plaine Which euery simple wit may easely attayne Also they may learne howe them selues to loue As nature doth teach and accordingly To loue their neighbour as that loue doth moue And by the way I do shew openly How their actes both hath and also doth trie That thei this loue in order haue not kept Sith obedience they haue not accept Now make I humble request to your highnesse If it with your gracious fauour maye stande That this simple worke may haue such successe To passe furth in prynt that it may be skande Of al men to learne to kepe the true bande Of charite and then I winne myne entent For to that ende I it onely ment Of my minde this is thonly pretence Most humbly beseching your noble highnesse To take it in worth though intelligence To set furth this worke to the worthinesse Doth lacke on my part yet neuerthelesse My wit is good I woulde al thinges were wel Thus as my wit is my wyll furth I tell Your highnesse humble seruaunt Miles Hogarde To the Reader GOod readers al whose chaunce shal be This booke to heare or reade Where lackes in dede fine eloquence I wrote as wit doth leede Yet let not the authours rudenesse Thys good matter deface For though the authour simple be The matter may take place May chaunce some man wyll thinke and say That great pittie it was That suche a treatise as thys is Shoulde thus so rudely passe I wyl aske them this question If they a stone shoulde fynde That were of price most preciouse And not wrought to his kynde Would they then cast that stone awaye And esteme it right nought Or would they seeke all meanes they might To haue it purely wrought Yf they should answere vnto this What thinke ye they would say They woulde not be so madde I trow To cast that stone away Euen so this matter which in dede Is very precious Yet not wrought to the purpose wel I do confesse it thus Haply some man to me wyll saye Why shoulde I wade so farre In matter which I can not make But rather doth it marre My calling is not bokes to write Nor no faultes to reproue But to folow my busynesse As wisedome would me moue Before say they when men dyd preache Whiche artificers were They were not calde therto say you Gods worde wyl them not beare But now can ye suffer a man Which no learning hath Against his calling as it were To write vpon our faith To them do I answere againe My selfe for to defende If Gods precept dyd me forbyd No bookes I would haue pende But God forbyds al men to preache The which he hath not sent So hath he not all men to write This is most euident But here my booke I do commit To those that learned be If faulte they finde it to correct As therin cause they se And pardon here of them I craue For this mine enterprise I only dyd intende therby My wittes to exercise I haue but a simple talent My writing doth expresse Yet doth it serue in ydle times To exchewe ydlenesse Now trusting I shal not offende In this my simple dede I wyl now by the helpe of grace In my purpose procede FINIS WHan by course as god hath ordinated Phebus had entered into Gemini The fields w t flours wer frâ—shly furnished CoÌ„forting man beast and birde therby Which comfort to enioye I went only To walke in the fieldes and as I there went A birde I heard singe with notes excellent Which when I did heare down I did me lay My dumpishe wit as it were to renewe From thoughtes of this worlde which at this day Is so vnstable as we see ensew Men for their fancies their own bale doth brewe On which as I thought euen sodaynly This byrde I spake of did me espie I perceaue qd she by thy countenaunce That toyes in thy head thou hast conceaued Of the which gladly thou woldest make vtterauÌ„ce That thy busy wit might be releued Which tyl thou hast done thy braines are greued But them to ease I wyll set before thee To shorten thy studie matters two or three Of the which yf thy wit can any thinge do Thou nedest no more to muse on that thyng I doubt qd I I can not reache therto Onlesse by thy helpe I it to passe bringe On a weake wit qd she that doubt doth springe A wise man woulde fyrst the grounde of it heare Or lacke of wit could make hym to feare I haue cause qd I my wit for to dout Sith I see wise men into errour fall Which doth make me loth for to go about To enter any matter mysticall Thou knowest not qd she what the matter shall Contayne which I haue to thee to expresse That is trueth qd I that fault I confesse Then marke qd she what I shal to the saye Thou knowest that I am called a Nightingale The which by nature doth singe night and day To the prayse of God both on hyl and dale For which cause a worme doth me assayle Which woulde me destroy by day or