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Hornbyes hornbook Iudge not too rashly, till through all you looke; if nothing then doth please you, burne the booke. By William Hornbye, gent.
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Hornby, William.
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1622
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STC 13814; ESTC S118882
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HORNBYES HORNBOOK Iudge not too rashly till through all you looke If nothing then doth please you burne the Booke By William Hornbye Gent. London Printed by Aug. Math. for Thomas Bayly and are to be sold at his shop in the middle Rowneere Staple Inn. 1622. TO THE HONOVRABLE AND HOPEFVLL YOVNG Gentleman Sir ROBERT CARR Barronet W. H. wisheth increase of all honorable vertues MY honest humble harmlesse horning-book From whence young Schollers their first learning tool To you I dedicate true generous spirit Your early towardnesse and vertues merit A farre more worthy worke then here I can Set out that ne're was Accademian Yet in my homely verse perhaps you 'l find Something a little which may please your mind My booke 's but Harden to some Holland wit And so with home-spun plainest best doth fit For in a plaine and honest simple stile There lurkes no craft no subtiltie nor guile Here is no vaine nor yet prophane discourse To make you by the reading be the worse I would not staine your thoughts with such a booke Nor haue your chaste eyes on such follies looke This in a manner doth but plainely show How Schollers doe begin and how they grow To Learning by their industrie and paine That rich inestimable Iem to gaine The Horn-book is at first Arts Nurce froÌ„ whence We suck the milke of our intellîgence We must be perfect in our letters all E're we to spelling and to reading fall By this Originall we win indeed The Muses glory if we so proceede And as this booke sweet Sir but young appeares So tis respondent vnto youthfull yeares Fit for your young dayes and minoritie Vntill you come to senioritie Into my mind this cogitation came Vnto your selfe to dedicate the same Presuming of your fauour and your loue That what I write your vertues will approue Vpon your face although your yeares be greene The portrature of modestie is seene Though in the Teenes you scarce haue enterd yet You haue a manly Carriage pregnant Wit God be your good guide and your happy speede Euen as you haue begun so to proceede In honourable vertues worthy Car To make your name shine like the Morning-Star Thus Honourable Sir I take my leaue In hope you kindly will this mite receiue Yours in all humble seruice W. H. TO THE VVORSHIPFVLL YOVNG GENTLEMAN THOMAS GRANTHAM Esquire Sonne and Heire to Sir THOMAS GRANTHAM Knight W.H. wisheth all Health and Happinesse BEtwixt two Roses I a Lilly place Three flowers most sweet and louely flourishing All hopefull by Gods blessing and his grace In Vertues Garden sweetly vp to spring A true and worthy Gardiner they haue From choaking weedes them to preserue and saue God was assistant to so wise Elector When first he chose so sure a friend indeed To be his childrens Gardian and Protector Who with an honourable care and heed Kindly respects his deare posteritie Which sure shall lift his honour to the skie To you sole Sonne vnto this worthy Knight I likewise dedicate my simple Muse Conioyning you together as t is right Because a Simpathie in loue you vse As you are Fellowes both at Schoole and play I hope I blamelesse ioyne you partners may And thus relying on your kind affection That courteously you will this booke receiue I boldly shroud it vnder your protection And here in briefe I humbly take my leaue Wishing your vertues to grow more and more In multitudes like Sand vpon the shore Yours most officious and obsequius in what he can W. H. To the Worshipfull and vertuous young Gentleman Mr. Rochester Carre W.H. wisheth increase of all spirituall and temporall blessings RIght generous Sir I kindly you intreate To be Copartner for to patronize This little Orphant of my braines conceite Which to you also in all humble wise I dedicate my Muse shall still ingage her As well vnto the Minor as the Maior And thus my loue in equall ballance peasde I equallize your worths with equall thought My onely wishes are you would be pleasde Kindly to take what my poore wit hath wrought Your kind acceptance is my chiefest gaines I wish no greater gurdeon for my paines At your seruice to be commanded W. H. TO THE READER MY Braine now gentle Reader 's brought to bed Of that a while she painefull laboured â—ypen a carefull Mid-wiues part hath plaid â—o see her of her Orphant safely layd Wrap'd vp in raggs of meane intelligence Without the Robes of learned eloquence And though she be shee s not abortiue borne Though Retorique her shaps did ne're adorne Nor is she of a base and bastard straine Her Parentage is honest simple plaine All of her Father true Inuentions getting As t is most honest requisite and fitting She is no filtch-line of anothers wit Such Theft she hateth and abhorreth it And she dare looke euen with a modest grace Her better Muse with boldnesse in the face A Cottyers child may be as truly got As is a Courtyers euery way why not As faire and louely too in shape and face And euen as well adorn'd with inward grace And proue as faithfull iust and plaine a man For he nere temporise nor flutter can He doth not know the art of Adulation He neuer is acquainted with such fashion The difference of these two in this appears Th' one Robes of silke th'otherraggs doth weare Euen so although this homely brat of mine Doth want rich robes of Art to make it shine Through out all places where it haplie goes Yet meere simplicitie and truth it showes The two collauded and applauded springs Where all the Muses most delitious sings Within their armes did neuer me infold Nor did my eyes their glory yet behold Such blisse to me alas did ne're belong I had the greater iniurie and wrong Then gentle Reader if that title faire With thy good nature I may right compare Pardon my Muse which for no ill intent Into the world I homely here haue sent Here is no enuy that at all doth lurke In this my harmelesse Muses little worke And if that any discontent doth grow T is not my fault but theirs which take it so Those people then whose consciences are cleare From all such things as I haue written here Accept my minds true meaning and good will More then my Retorique my Art and skill If some cannot commend it nor defend it Then in their wisdomes let them kindly mend it If neither cease then a malignant tongue And doe a harmlesse honest Muse no wrong Yours as you like him Cornu-apes HORNBYES HORNBOOK THe Horn-booke of all books I doe commend For the worlds knowledge it doth coÌ„preheÌ„d There is no book vnder heauens copious cope Of mightie volume large and full of scope Composde of the pure quintissence of wit But sure the Horn-booke full containeth it What euer can be written read or said Are first of letters fram'd composde and made Each word and sentence are in order set Deriued from the English Alphabet Of