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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A18744	A light bondell of liuly discourses called Churchyardes charge presented as a Newe yeres gifte to the right honourable, the Earle of Surrie, in whiche bondell of verses is sutche varietie of matter, and seuerall inuentions, that maie bee as delitefull to the reader, as it was a charge and labour to the writer, sette forthe for a péece of pastime, by Thomas Churchyarde Gent.; Churchyardes charge	Churchyard, Thomas, 1520?-1604.	1580 (1580)	STC 5240; ESTC S105030	25,886	45

thinke my studie well bestowed and promes yet with my penne to pleasure thee farther And for that I would haue all menne to thinke that in trothe and plainnesse I haue greate felicitie and doe hate any kinde of flatterie or finenesse I meane in my next booke called my Challenge to ronne ouer many of myne other woorkes and where peraduenture by some reporte of others that knewe not the trothe I haue failed in settyng foorthe of some seruices emong the whiche Maister Ihon Norrice and diuers worthie gentlemen Captaines now in Flaunders haue not the worthinesse of their seruices declared I doe promes that now beyng better instructed and hauyng true intelligence of thynges as thei were I will at large write the commendation of as many as merites to bee honoured for their well doyng and make amendes where either by ignoraunce or the report of others I haue failed For so sure as GOD is Almightie if I could gaine mountaines of golde to flatter any one in Printyng an vntrothe I would rather wishe my handes were of then take in hande sutche a matter For neither affection fauor commoditie fame nor parciallitie at no tyme nor season shall willyngly lead my penne amisse And farther if I thought any one for his owne glories sake had tolde me more then is truely to bee proued I would not onely condempne my self for giuyng sutche hastie credite to vainglorious people But in like sorte my penne should shewe the blotte in their browes that giueth me wrong aduertisementes And so good Reader condēpne not me if anything bee amisse or lefte out that ought to haue been touched For as I knowe and am instructed seeyng not all my self I must write and so till my nexte booke come forthe where many thynges shall be treated of and that my good will to the honouryng of vertue shall bee seen I bidde thee fare well freendly Reader crauyng thy fauourable Iudgemente on that I haue written From those men for whom my booke hath bin a blast of fame vnto as I did beleue by the true trōpet of penne are not of sutche greate abilitie that either their purses power or countenaunces could comptll me to followe their humours nor by any meanes woorke my muse to their willes whose ritchesse and wealthe is not able if men would be hired to wrest a wrie the hande and hedde of an honest writer And to make manifest that I neither will be infected nor carried awaie from that whiche is good for any badde practice and perswasions I confesse before GOD and the worlde I scarce haue receiued thankes for the honest labors I haue taken at their handes that I haue written of mutche lesse haue I been recompenced or founde cause to flatter the worlde But in one thyng I maie reioyce the honourable persone to whom my Choice is dedicated and others of great callyng hath bothe been gratefull sondrie waies in moste bountifull maner and also hath encoraged me to proceede in the like paines whiche in very deede I mynde to go about as well to the fame and glory of good menne as for the aduoidyng of sloth and idelnesse my self FINIS ¶ A storie translated out of Frenche IN old tyme paste in Picardie there dwelt an honest man Whose name the storie doeth not tell what he was called than A wife he had a house he helde as Farmers vse to doo And lacked little for thesame that did belong there too And as God sent hym suffisance to rubbe forthe life here lent So for to chere vnweldie age faire children God hym sent Of whiche he had one moste in minde a lad of liuly spre●te Who with great care he kept to schoole as for his youth was meete This boye to glad his fathers harte in bookes set his delite And learnd to make a Latine verse to reade and eke to wri●e And for his Nature was enclinde to studie learnyngs lore The better he aplied his schoole he profited the more To make his schoole the sweeter seem with Musicke mixed was The studie that he followd then the tyme awaie to passe Good bookes were bought and instruments greate charge was but smal let If that thereby the father might the sonne some knowledge get In seuen yeres as tyme it was this striplyng gan to taste Tyme well emploied tyme driuen forthe and tyme ill spēt in was●e And made no small account thereof but still sought more to haue Wherewith he to his father came on knees this did he craue I haue ꝙ he dere father now my childishe daies ore ronne And as I thinke and you beleue my boyes delites are donne And as my witte and grace hath seru'd some learnyng haue I gote And as I knowe you loue me well on me you should not dot● I meane I should not still at home vnder my mothers wing Be brought vp like a wanton child and doe no other thing The worlde is wide I want no witte your wealth is not so greate But you maie thinke in some dere yere I scarce deserue my meate And though your kinde and custome is full fatherlike alwaie Yet should your sonne discretion haue to ease you as he maie Wherefore to make your burthen lesse let me goe seeke my happ And let no longer now your sonne be lullde in mothers lapp The father wise well vnderstoode his childs request at full And that the fethers of his youth he thought awaie to pull Before he gaue hym leaue to parte by councell graue and sage Well boye quoth he now art thou come vnto thy flowryng age Now art thou like the little wande that bent and bound will bee Vnto his hande or to his skill that liste to maister thee Now are ripe yeres soone rotten made now art thou apt to take Bothe good and badd but cheefly things that age bidds thee forsake And now large scope shall sone forget what short rein learnd in schole And thou that wisely wast brought vp shall plaie the wanton foole Abrode as wilde harebrains are wont newe taken from their booke And in a while laie all a side nere after their on looke In eury place of thy repaire thou shalt no father finde Nor scarce a freende to whō thou maiest at all tymes sho thy minde But on Gods blessyng goe thy waie thy wilde Otes are vnsowne Hereafter time shall learne thee well things to thee now vnknowne The ladde his leaue and farewell tooke well furnisht for the nonce And had about hym as I trowe his treasure all at once To court he came all maisterlesse and sawe what likt hym beste Of runnyng Leather were his shues his feete no where could reste His bookes to blade and bucklar chang'd he gaue ore scholars trade Where reuell roysted all in ruffe there he his residence made This rule had soone his purse so pickt that princoks wanted pence And oft he sawe some trussed vp that made but small offence His father farre from seyng this he come of honest stocke He hoffryng forthe a hatefull life