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The arbor of amitie wherin is comprised pleasant poëms and pretie poesies, set foorth by Thomas Howell Gentleman. Anno. 1568.
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Howell, Thomas, fl. 1568-1581.
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If I had Tullies tongue and thousand wittes thereto If Chaucers vaine if Homers skill if thousande helpers mo Yet tongue nor wyt nor vaine nor skill nor helpe at all Can well descrie your due desarte in praise perpetuall Therefore my skillesse Muse doth ende his tale to tell As one that wanteth might to will O Noble Fem farewell Your Honors T. Howell To the curteous and gentle Reader Iohn Keeper student THe tender graffe that growes in groue that tooke the stock but late Frō slender spraies his leaues he shootes but small and young of rate Which length of time will strengthen strong his yerely fruites to beare Whose braunch then buddes in stronger stem least frowarde wight it teare So Howelles hart and hardie hande hath plight his pen to set And graft this braunch the fruites whereof are young and tender yet Late roote it tooke in seemely soyle which now beginnes to spring And eke on twigges so trimly growne doth now his profites bring Small gaines at first yong trees doe yeelde lowe things youth handleth right Of matter small the Poets young at first began to write As Horace first his trifling toyes in booke did place and plat And Virgils youth occasion tooke to praise the sielie gnat But length of lyfe shall Howell holde on stronger stem to stay By cunning skill of setled braunch to beare the bell away Then cease ye not to helpe the grounde where this good graffe doth growe Who can but giue deserued praise and thanke his Muse I trowe Which sweetely springs in sugred sap of euery grace full meete Which wife Minerue in lap hath nurst and gaue him suck so sweete Whom I doe iudge Apolloes Impe and eke our Chaucers peare What senselesse head of malice mad will seeke such branch to teare But learned wits will further forth and laude his lore thats rare For Zoils snarres and doggish snuffes no wiseman neede to care Then hope I well my Ho to plie some greater woorke to see O pittie tis this golden Muse should vade and die with thee A dewe good friends yee Readers right maintaine this braunch now shute Then will he spring in time full trim to yeelde you larger fruite Farewell The Table THe vanitie of Beautie 1 To his Friend 1 Describing his lost of libertie and crauing returne of loue 1 He accuseth his tongue 2 When he thought himselfe contemned 3 To hys Friend 3 Being sore sick aunswereth his felow enquiring whether he were willing to die 3 An admonition to his Friend 4 Vse Vertue 4 At his Friends departure 5 Of knowledge 5 Of Auarice 5 Of blinde Cupid 6 To his friend whose friendly loue he craueth 6 To D. M. 6 To his Friend being absent shewing hys good will 7 To one who after death woulde leaue his liuely picture 7 The destruction of many 8 Being destitute of money the complaint to his Friend 8 The Louer describeth his trustie loue 8 An admonition to his Friend 9 He craueth regarde of the cares he taketh 9 Desirous to requite for many giftes one to hys deare beloue 9 Time alwayes causeth some noueltie and furthereth knowledge 10 Being in extremitie the Louer bewayleth hys restlesse lyfe 10 Of miserie 10 To his Friend H. 11 To be learned 11 Flatterers 11 The prayse of vertue 11 Of counsaile 11 Of Offence 11 To one that matcht with a froward woman 12 Of Ladie Fortune 12 To his faythfull Friend 12 To a Friend requesting his opinion in mariage he aunswereth thus 13 Fewe care for the soule all for the body 15 To his Friend Tho. Howell 15 An aunswere 16 The vanitie of riches 17 An Epitaph made vppon the death of the right honorable the Ladye Gartrid late Countesse of Shrewisburie 17 Of ingratitude 18 Of death 18 Answere ▪ 19 To one that faine would speede yet doubfull to proceede 19 The Louer being in the Countrie showeth hys good wyll to his Ladie in the court 20 To his Friend R. H. 20 The Louer to his L. 20 Aunswere 21 Golde corrupteth 21 Aunswere 21 A Poesie 21 The vncertaintie of thys worlde 21 A diet prescribed to his Friend G. 22 Allution 22 The Rose 23 Of Golde 23 The Louer forsaken bewayleth his estate 23 Being betweene two doubtes he taketh aduisement 24 He sheweth hys restlesse minde tormented for want of reliefe 25 Libertie corrupteth youth 26 The languishing Louer to his Ladie 26 Bycause no aunswere was returned in long time 26 H. to K. his Friend 27 I. K. to his Friend H. 27 A Poesie 29 Another 29 The Louer whose loue begon in time of spring declares howe natures force then workes in euery thing 29 A Poesie 30 Being vexed with the care of the worlde he cōforteth himselfe 30 Of Degrees 31 That men ought to bee promoted to dignitie onely by worthie deedes 31 A Poesie 32 Another 32 The Louer to his L. 32 I. K. to his Friend H. 33 H. to his Friend K. 34 That learning and knowledge is surest riches 34 The Louer receyuing no recompence for entire loue compareth himselfe to the vnlucky Souldiour 34 E. P. 35 Aunswere H. 35 To T. A. 35 Aunswere 36 Iacke showes his qualities and great good wyll to Ione 36 The Louer almost in dispaire sheweth his great griefe and craues redresse 37 I. K. at his Friends departure 38 H. his aunswere to his Friend K. 39 A Poesie 39 To his C. 40 To his fayned Friend 40 A Poesie 40 Another 40 A farewell to his Friend T. Hooper 41 To his froward Friend 42 The opinion he hath of his Friend 43 Fraunces Flower in the commendation of the author 43 FINIS The Talbot true that is And still hath so remaynde Lost neuer noblenesse By sprinck of spot distaynde On such a fixed fayth This trustie Talbot stayth The Arbour of Amitie The vanitie of Beautie FOrme is most frayle a fading flattring showe As brickle glasse it vadth as grasse doth growe The more it comes vnto the crease of yeres The more it faylth and lesse the front apperes The flagrant flowres and goodly rubie Rose The Uiolets trim and Lylies white that grose Doe not alwayes retaine their sap and sent And florishe gay with smell most redolent So though thou spring of beautie passing all And bearst the flowre and fame as principall Whose péereles view hath blasde thy forme in sight Which thou to sée in glasse takste great delight Yet time on face so faire shall forrowes plowe And writhed wrincles péere on blemisht browe That thou shalt loath to sée thy ragged hewe And hate thy forme in liuely glasse to vewe And that which thou hast most delighted on Thou shalt it hate and wishe to die anon This is most true by right experience The fayrste that euer were are sone gone hence Lo Ladie faire of forme there is no trust It soone doth slip and thou shalt réele to dust O gréedie eyes bewitcht with things so fraile That causeth retchlesse youth in loue to quaile Whose witlesse heads on fansies fonde
peace As flowers spring But sone doe fall Euen so eche thing Terrestriall Hope feedeth hart Ere loue take place Bréede not a smart Right to disgrace As ioyfull lot Doth me assigne By goodnesse got O ioy is mine Uaine nay if mée Refuse me héere Nay sone shall see Eche wounde me téere The vncertaintie of this worlde AS Player playes on stage till parte be done So man alike his race one earth doth runne To day alyue in silkes and fine aray To morrow dead and cladde with clot of clay Of earthly things loe here the slipper stay A diet prescribed to his Friend G. MY friend to holde thy harmlesse helth a diet must thou keepe As phisicks Art shall thée instruct men first did learne to créepe Abstaine thou still to féede thy fleshe which swelles in pampred pride Tabstaine from sinne a meane there is as fathers olde haue saide And first all noysome lothed meate that white is doe eschewe As lime and paper tallow chalke and from all partchment newe From all meat sharp as dagger swords with kniues and sharped speares From black as tarre and tarre box pitch and sut that chimney smeares From hard that cannot well disgest as milstone timber flint But chiefly flie a female foole O woes that doe not stint From all meate light as fethers flocks fine downe and sifted haye From heauie things as lead and tinne with brasse and yron aye From all meate soft as wooll and flaxe bombaste and winds that bloe From things but grosse as stéeples towres trées walles and manye moe From things but leane as rakes and forkes with wodcocks billes and braine With pothookes potled whetstone smoth all these are vices vaine Alution O be not white through enuious wrath against the captiues wise Nor be thou sharpe to sorrow them least black as pitch thou rise Nor be thou hard vnto the poore nor light to credit lies Nor heauie be to presse downe wyt till truth the matter tries Go not to soft in slothfull sort to men of antique store And leaue the wyttes that grosser be which are but leane in lore Pluck downe no house nor pen things false nor grease thy booke with glose Seeke no mans death by enuious sting for witlesse men be those Flée doctrine false which makes thée black to lurck in lothsome hell Séeke not to farre that God hath hid fooles braines be neuer well Let chastitie prayer abstinence direct a christian shéepe No Pastor light Christs flock must haue but men most graue them keepe Depaire no Church nor auncient acte in building be not sloe Conuey you not to other realmes the fruites that héere doe groe Flée foolishe guides that roue at large which truthlesse tongue doe straine As potled tales they prate aloft so thende will proue but vaine To fast and pray to help the poore to profite all with good This is a healthfull phisick note to stop the lustie blood The Rose WHen as the myldest Month of ioly Iune doth spring And Gardens gréene with happy hue their famous fruites doe bring When eke the lustiest time reuiueth youthly blood Then springs the finest featurde flowre in border fayre that stood Which moueth me to say in time of pleasant yéere Of all the pleasant flowres in Iune the red Rosse hath no péere Of Golde O Gracious Golde Whose glittring hie Doth chéere and holde Eche gazing eie The sweete delight That dwelles in thée Doth spoyle eche spight And pouertie It liftes aloft Who late was loe And foole makes oft For wiseman goe What ioy what gaine What worldly thing Doth want to them That Golde doe bring Gold buildeth townes Golde maketh ioy Gold cheereth clownes Golde quelth anoy Golde all can doe Golde raignes alone Alas what woe Where Golde is none Which I poore wyght By proofe doe sée Which gladly séeke That will not bee But well I weare If I might catch White siluer cléere Which all men snatch The louer forsaken bewayleth his estate O Drooping hart deprest with deadly care whose stretched strings be crackt in péeces smal ▪ Thy secret sighes thy panting oft declare What heauie hap in wo to thée did fall Now crie thou clapt in chaines as captiue thrall What hart can ioy alas in miserie To beare the blasts that well he would not sée The burdened Asse doth know his crib by course The yoked Oxe doth smell his strawie stall The ridden horse the maunger giues remorse But my poore hart no salue may heale at all Whome furious force aye threatneth fearce to fall What shall I say the time eche truth shall trie Till then I waile my woe with wéeping eie Down déepe doth droope my dread most dolorous O hart dispatch to ende my hidden paine Shall good for harme be had in credite thus Eche honest minde with ratling rage to straine Then farewell ioy welcome my woes againe O what a woe is this in griefe to grone And waile the want where helpe I sée is none Being betweene two doubtes he taketh aduisement MY pen now plie thy pase thy maisters paines to paint For hart now set in doubtfull case begins to fall and faint Now wyt declare thy might now hands and learning shoe What best for me a wofull wight that wéepes and wayles in woe Much better tis to stay than clime and take no holde And rashly graunt by deadly lure vnto hir loue so colde For where two mindes are matchte and thone no loue will beare There is nought else but sorrowes hatcht Thy restlesse life to weare What vailes the glittring Golde when loue is forcde to flee And match with hir that others holde and nought regardeth thée And she thy eyes so blacks by wile of subtile kinde That though thou see hir craftie knacks yet will she make thée blinde Though thousands thou possest and harte doth holde in hate All shall decay by wretchednesse for yll will bréedeth bate But where as loue remaines and discord put to flight There springs the fount of ioyes and gaines and concord stands in might There is the Paradise and Pallace eke of peace Where things but small of simple prise to valoures great encrease But out alas I die a wretch in daungerous doubt I sée that death before mine eie hath siedgde me round about For hart that loues me best I cannot loue againe And she who causeth mine vnrest considereth not my paine Loe howe can I escape Alas what remedie The Gods haue sure sworne my mishap betwéene these golfes to die To bruse my baned bones betwixt these raging rocks In doubt of life I make my mones and beare the cruell strokes But hart thy selfe content to frie and fréese a while Though fickle fate be froward bent yet fortune once maye smile He sheweth his restlesse minde tormented for want of reliefe ALone who sailes the foming floodes in ship that wants a guide In stormie streames thundring showres in darke and trembling tide Doth feare the harmes of gaping golfes and renting rocks doth mone And wayles his most