quight Wherefore affie in neither trull nor tree For I perceiue that colours lightly chaunge And Ladies loue on sodaine waxeth straunge ¶ An Epitaph of Maister Edwards sometime Maister of the Children of the Chappell and Gentleman of Lyncolns Inne of Court YE Learned Muses nine and sacred Sisters all Now lay your chéerefull Cithrons downe and to lamenting fall Rent off those Garlands gréene doe Lawrell Leaues away Remooue the Myrtell from your browes and stint on strings to play For he that led the daunce the chiefest of your traine I meane the man that Edwards height by cruell death is slaine Yée Courtyers chaunge your chéere lament in wailefull wise For now your Orpheus hath resignde in clay his Carcas lyes O ruth he is bereft that whilst he liued héere For Poets Pen and passing Wit could haue no English Péere His vaine in Verse was such so stately eke his stile His feate in forging sugred Songs with cleane and curious file As all the learned Greekes and Romaines would repine If they did liue againe to vewe his Verse with scornefull eine From Plautus he the Palme and learned Terence wan His writings well declarde the Wit that lurcked in the man O Death thou stoodste in dread that Edwards by his Art And Wisedome would haue scapte thy shaft and fled thy furious Dart. This feare enforste thy fist thy cursed Bow to bende And let the fatall Arrow flie that Edwards life did ende But spite of all thy spite when all thy hate is tride Thou cursed Death his earned praise in Mouth of Man shall bide Wherefore O Fame I say to trumpe thy lips applie And blow a blast that Edwards brute may pierce the golden Skie For here bylow in earth his name is so well knowne As eche that knew his life laments that hée so soone is gone ¶ An Epitaph on the death of Maister Arthur Brooke drownde in passing to New Hauen AT point to ende and finishe this my Booke Came good report to mée and wild me write A dolefull Verse in praise of Authur Brooke That age to come lament his fortune might Agréede quoth I for sure his Vertues were As many as his yeares in number few The Muses him in learned laps did beare And Pallas Dug this daintie Bab did chew Apollo lent him Lute for solace sake To sound his Verse by touch of stately string And of the neuer fading Baye did make A Lawrell Crowne about his browes to cling In proufe that he for Myter did excell As may be iudge by Iulyet and hir Mate For there he shewde his cunning passing well When he the Tale to English did translate But what as he to forraine Realme was bownd With others moe his soueraigne Quéene to serue Amid the Seas vnluckie youth was drownd More spéedie death than such one did deserue Aye mée that time thou crooked Delphin where Wast thou Aryons help and onely stay That safely him from Sea to shore didst beare when Brooke was drownd why wast y u theÌ„ away If sound of Harp thine eare delighted so And causer was that he bestâ—id thy back Then doubtlesse y u moughst wel on Brooke bestow As good a turne to saue him from the wrack For sure his hande Aryons Harp exceld His pleasant Pen did passe the others skill Who so his Booke with iudging eie beheld Gaue thanks to him and praisde his learned quill Thou cruel Goulf what meanst thou to deuowre With supping Seas a Iewell of such fame Why didst thou so with water marre the Flowre That Pallas thought so curiously to frame Vnhappie was the Hauen which he sought Cruell the Seas whereon his Ship did glide The winds to rough that Brooke to ruin brought Vnskilfull he that vndertooke to glide But sithens teares can not reuoke the ded Nor cries recall a drowned man to lande Let this suffice textall the life he led And print his prayse in house of Fame to stande That they that after vs shall bée and liue Deserued praise to Arthur Brooke may giue ê™ G. T. Of the renowmed Lady Lady Anne Countesse Warwick AN Earle was your Sire a worthie Wight A Cowntesse gaue you Tet a Noble Dame An Earle is your Féere a Mars outright A Cowntesse eke your selfe of bruted fame â–ª A Brother Lorde your Father Earles Sonne Thus doth your line in Lordes and Earles ronne You were well knowne of Russels race a childe Of Bedfords blood that now doth liue an Earle Now Warwicks wife a warlike man in fielde A Venus Péere a ritch and Orient Pearle Wherefore to you that Sister Childe and Wife To Lorde and Earles are I wish long life You Alpha were when I this Booke begoonne And formost as became your state did stande To be Omega now you will not shoonne O Noble Dame I trust but take with hande This ragged rime and with a courteous looke And Cowntesse eie pervse this tryfling Booke The Authours Epiloge to his Booke THe countnance of this Noble Cowntesse marck When she thy Verse with eie that Saphire like Doth shine suruayes let be thy onely carck To note hir Lookes and if she ought mislike Say that thou shouldst haue hid it from hir sight Thy Authour made the best for hir delight The woorst he willde in couert scrole to lurke Vntill the Beare were ouerlickt afresh For why in déepe this hastie hatched wurke Resembleth much the shapelesse lumpe of flesh That Beares bring forth So when I lick thée ouer Thou shalt I trust thy perfite shape recouer FINIS Imprinted at London by Henry Denham dwelling in Paternoster Rovve at the signe of the Starre OS HOMINI SVBLIME DEDIT Anno Domini 1567. 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Epitaphes Epigrams Songs and Sonets with a Discourse of the Friendly affections of Tymetes to Pyndara his Ladie Newly corrected with additions and set out by George Turbervile Gentleman Anno Domini 1567. ¶ IMPRINTED AT London by Henry Denham ¶ To the Right Noble and his singular good Lady Lady Anne Countesse Warwick c. George Turberuile wisheth increase of Honor with all good Happes AS AT WHAT time Madame I first published this fond slender treatise of Sonets I made bolde with you in dedication of so vnworthy a booke to so worthie a Ladie so haue I now also rubde my browe and wiped away all shame in this respect aduenturing not to cease but to increase my former follie in adding moe Sonets to those I wrote before So much the more abusing in mine owne conceite your Ladishippes patience in that I had pardon before of my rash attempt But see Madame what presumption raignes in retchlesse youth You accepted that my first offer of honorable and meere curtesie and I thereby encouraged blush not to procede in the like trade of follie alwayes hoping for the lyke acceptance at your hands which if should faile me as I hope it shal not faile then should I hereafter not once so much as dare as to set pen to paper for feare of controlment and check which howe grieuous it is to a yong man nowe as it were but tasting with his lippe the brim of learnings fountaine and saluting the Muses at the doore and thresholl neyther is your Ladiship ignorant and I myselfe presume to know Wherfore as I haue Madame by a little inlarging this Booke inlarged not a little my follie so is my humble sute to you a little to inlarge your bounteous curtesie J meane in well accepting the increase of these my follies proceding not so much vpon any light affection as desire to acknowledge a greater dutie It shall not be long I hope but that my hande shall seeke in some part the requitall of your bountie by some better deuise though not more learned treatise But what shoulde I stande vpon termes of skill knowing that it is not the worke that your Ladiship doth so much regarde as the Writer neyther the worthinesse of the thing as the good will and meaning of the Deuiser therof offering his dutie in such wise as best aunsweres his abilitie and power For as if subiectes shoulde haue respect more to the vnworthinesse of such things as they giue their Princes than regard the worthie mindes and good natures of their Souereignes in well accepting such slender trifles at their vassels handes they should quyte be discouraged from euer offering the like and slender giftes so if I should cast an eie rather to the basenesse of my Booke than account of your Noble nature and accustomed curtesie in well receyuing the same neither should I heretofore enboldned my selfe so farre as to haue offred you this trifling treatise nor now haue the hart to adueÌ„ture anew although somewhat purged of his former faults and scapes I cannot leaue to molest your noble eies with suruey of my rashe compiled toyes It may please your Ladyship to wey my well meaning hart at what time occasion ministers you the pervsing of my booke and this to deeme that desire alone to manifest my dutie to you was the onely cause of this my enterprise Which done I haue at this time no more to trouble your Ladyship but ending my Epistle to craue the Gods your happie preseruation of present Honor and luckie increase of blessed happes in all your life Your Ladiships daily Orator George Turberuile To the Reader HERE HAVE I Gentle Reader according to promise in my Translation giuen thee a fewe Sonets the vnripe seedes of my barraine braine to pleasure and recreate thy wearye mind and troubled hed withal Trusting that thou wylte not loth the bestowing thy time at vacant houres in pervsing the same Waying that for thy solace alone the bounden dutie which I owed the noble Cowntesse reserued I vndertoke this slender toyle and not for anye pleasure I did my selfe in penning thereof As I deeme thou canst not so do I hope thou wilt not mislike it at all But if there be any thing herein that maye offend thee refuse it reade and pervse the reast with pacience Let not the misliking of one member procure thee rashlye to condemne the whole I stand to thy iudgement I expect thy aequitie Reade the good and reiect the euill yea rather condemne it to perpetuall silence For so woulde I wyshe thee to deale wyth vnworthye Bookes But assuredlye there is nothing in thys whole slender Volume that was ment amisse of me the Writer howsoeuer the Letter goe in thy iudgement that arte the Reader Whatsoeuer I haue penned I write not to this purpose that any youthlie head shoulde folow or pursue such fraile affections or taste of amorous bait but by meere fiction of these Fantasies I woulde warne if I myghte all tender age to flee that fonde and filthie affection of poysoned vnlawful loue Let this be a Glasse Myrror for them to gaze vpon the soner may I I trust preuayle in my perswasioÌ„ for that my selfe am of their yeares and disposition And as I am not the first that in this sort hath written imployde his time so shall I not be the last that without desarte perhaps shalbe misdeemed for attempting the same But let those curious Knightes cast an eye to home and looke well about whether they them selues are blamelesse or as well worthie reproche as others This done and my intent considered hoping of thy courtesie I ende alwayes readie to pleasure thee by my pains wishing vnto thee that arte the patient Reader as to my self the Writer and thy very Friend George Turberuile To the rayling Route of Sycophants IF he that once encountred with his Foes In open field at sound of blasted Trumpe Doe dare to yéelde his hewed head to vides And go again to heare y e Canons thumpe With dreadlesse hart and vnappalled brest Not fearing till he be by Foes opprest If such as earst in cutting of the Surge By passing to the straunge and forraine lande Bode bitter blast and scornefull Neptunes scurge Dreade not to take the lyke attempt in hande But rashly runne like sturdie ventrous Wights Not fearing wind nor wane when Borias fights If these I say doe nothing doubt at all But valiantly giue fresh assault anew Not dreading daunger that is like to fall As they long earst by proufe and practise knew Then why should I of yore that haue assayde The force of Zoylls mouth be ought dismayde Then why should I like one that fearde to fight Or neuer crusht his head with Helmets heft Now shew my selfe a weake and coward Wight As long as life or lym vncut is left Fo◠〈◊〉 â—â—â—st and I attempt the like And 〈…〉 selfe now shall I â—â—â—ck is strike No no I martch gainst Momus once againe My courage
is not quailde by cruell Fo Though Zoyll did his best my Flag to gaine Twas not his hap to haue the Conquest so And since it was my luck to scape his might I here assaile the Beast with nouell fight Thou Sycophant vnsheath thy shamefull blade Pluck out that bloudie Fawchon Dafrard thou Wherewith thou hast full many a skirmish made And scocht the braines of many a learned brow Now doe thy woorst I force not of thy stroke Thou shalt not bring my neck to seruage yoke Though thou affirme with rash railing iawes That I inuita haue Minerua made My other Booke I gaue thée no such cause By any déede of mine to drawe thy blade But since thou hast shot out that shamelesse worde I here gainst thée vncote my cruell sworde I know thou wilt eche worde and sentence wrie That in this slender Booke of me is write And wilt the same vnto thy sense applie Hoping for loue thereby to bréede dispite And looke what I amisse did neuer meane Thou wilt mistake and eke misconster cleane Thou wilt the wylie braine that ought is bent To fowle suspect and spot of fell distrust Perswade that here something of him was ment And Iealous Coales into his bosome thrust Thincking thereby thy purpose to asâ— In setting of his boyling breast a fire But as thou art in all thy other déedes Deseruing no beliefe or trust at all Likewise what so from thy vile Iawes procéedes Is lothsome lie fowle â—itton bitter Gall. Beleue him not but reade the Treatise through He sowes debate with helpe of hatefull Plough The modest mind that meanes but vertues trade And shunnes the shamefull shop of bawdie sect This spitefull Beast will if he may perswade That these are Toyes for that he should reiect And not pervse the meaning of the same Thus Zoyll séekes but blot of black defame But thou that vewste this stile with staid brow Marke crie worde vnioint eche Verse of mine Thy iudgement I and censure will allow Nor once will séeme for rancour to repine Thou art the man whose sentence I expect I scorne the scoffes of Zoylls shamefull sect FINIS The Table IN prayse of the Renowmed Ladie Anne Ladie Cowntesse Warwick fol. 1. The Argument to the whole discourse and Treatise following fol. 3. To a late acquainted Friend fol. 4. The Louer extolleth the singular beautie of his Ladie 6 The Louer declareth howe first he was taken and enamoured by the sight of his Ladie 7 Mayster Googe hys Sonet of the paynes of Loue. 8 Turberuiles Aunswere and Distich to the same 8 ¶ An Epitaph on the death of Dame Elyzabeth Arhundle 9 To Piero of Pride 9 Piero to Turberuile 9 Verse in prayse of Lorde Henry Howarde Earle of Surrey 9 Of Ialousie 10 To his Lady that by hap when he kissed hir and made hir lip bleede controlde him and tooke disdaine 10 Mayster Googe his Sonet 11 Turberuiles aunswere 11 A Comparison of the Louers estate wyth the Souldiars painefull lyfe 11 The Louer against one that compared hys Mistresse with his Ladie 12 The Louer to a Gentlewoman that after great friendship without desart or cause of mislyking refused him 14 The Louer obtaining his wish by all likelyhode yet not able to attaine his desire compares himselfe to Tantalus 16 The Louer to the Thems of London to fauour his Ladie passing thereon 18 To his Ring giuen to his Lady wherin was grauen this Verse My hart is yours 18 The dispairing Louer craues eyther mercy in time at his Ladies handes or cruell death 19 To his Friende to be constant after choyse made 20 Counsell returned by Pyndara to Tymetes of constancie 21 The Louers must not dispaire though their Ladies seeme straunge 21 A Letter sent by Tymetes to his Lady Pyndara at the time of his departure 23 Pyndaras Aunswere to the Letter whiche Tymetes sent hir at the time of his departure 24 To his absent Friende the Louer writes of his vnquiet and restlesse state 29 The aunswere of a Woman to hir Louer supposing his complaint to be but fayned 31 The Louer exhorteth his Ladie to take time while time is 32 The Louer wisheth to bee conioyned and fast linckt with his Ladie neuer to sunder 33 The Louer hoping assuredly of attayning hys purpose after long sute begins to ioy renouncing dolors 35 The Louer to hys carefull Bed declaring his restlesse state 35 ¶ An Epitaph and wofull Verse of the death of Sir Iohn Tregonwell Knight and learned Doctor of both lawes 36 The Louer confesseth himselfe to bee in loue and enamored of Mistresse P. 39 That all things haue release of paine saue the Louer that hoping and dreading neuer taketh ease 39 A poore Ploughman to a Gentleman for whom he had taken a little paines 41 To his Friend P of courting trauailing Dysing and Tenys 41 The louer declares that vnlesse he vtter his sorrowes by sute of force he dyeth 42 The Louer to a Friende that wrote hym this sentence Yours assured to the death 42 Of certaine Flowers sent by his Loue vpon suspicion of chaunge 42 The Aunswere to the same 43 Of a Foxe that would eate no Grapes 43 Of the straunge countenaunce of an aged Gentlewoman 43 To the Rouing Pyrat 44 Of one that had little Wit 44 In commendation of Wit 44 An Aunswere in dispraise of Wit 44 The Louer to Cupid for mercie declaring how first he became his Thrall with the occasion of his defying loue and now at last what caused him to conuert 45 After misaduentures come good haps 55 To his Loue that controlde his Dogge for fawning on hir 55 Vpon the death of the aforenamed Dame Elizabeth Arundle of Cornewall 56 Dispraise of Women that allure and loue not 59 Of a Phisition and a Soothsayer 62 A controuersie of a conquest in loue twixt Fortune and Venus 62 The Louer voweth howsoeuer he be guendoned to loue faithfully 63 He sorrowes the long absence of hys Ladie P. 64 To his Loue long absent declaring hys torments 65 To Browne of light beliefe 67 That death is not so much to be feared as daylie diseases are 68 The Epicures counsell eate drinke and plaie 68 The Aunswere to the vile and canckred counsell of the outragious Epicure 69 Of Homer and his birth 69 That time conquereth all things saue the Louers paine 70 To his Friend ryding to Londonward 71 Of the Rayne and cloudy weather at the time of hys Friendes departure from Troie 71 Of a couetous Niggarde and a needie Mouse 71 A pretie Epigram of a Scholler that hauing read Vergils Aeneidos maried a curst Wyfe 73 To a yong Gentleman of taking a wife 73 The Aunswere for taking a Wyfe 73 Of a deafe Plaintife a deafe Defendant and a deafe Iudge 74 A promise of olde good will to an olde friend at the beginning of New yere 75 A Vow to serue faithfully 75 Funerall Verse vpon the death of Sir Iohn Horsey Knight 75 To his Friende T hauing beene long