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A18760	A pleasaunte laborinth called Churchyardes chance framed on fancies, vttered with verses, and writte[n] to giue solace to euery well disposed mynde: wherein notwithstanding are many heauie epitaphes, sad and sorowfull discourses and sutche a multitude of other honest pastymes for the season (and passages of witte) that the reader therein maie thinke his tyme well bestowed. All whiche workes for the pleasure of the worlde, and recreation of the worthie, are dedicated to the right honourable sir Thomas Bromley knight, lorde Chancelour of Englande.; Churchyardes chance	Churchyard, Thomas, 1520?-1604.	1580 (1580)	STC 5250; ESTC S105045	53,461	90

A pleasaunte Laborinth called Churchyardes Chance framed on Fancies vttered with verses and writtē to giue solace to eury well disposed mynde wherein notwithstanding are many heauie Epitaphes sad and sorowfull discourses and sutche a multitude of other honest pastymes for the season and passages of witte that the reader therein maie thinke his tyme well bestowed All whiche workes for the pleasure of the worlde and recreation of the worthie are dedicated to the right honourable sir Thomas Bromley knight lorde Chancelour of Enlande ¶ Imprinted at London by Ihon Kyngston 1580. ¶ To the right honourable Sir Thomas Bromley Knight Lorde Chauncellour of Englande one of the Quenes Maiesties priuie Councell Thomas Churchyarde wisheth greate blessednesse of life continuance of vertue and perfite felicitie AS custome and continuaunce of tyme bredes a lawe in Nature and cōuertes mannes mynde to many a laudable excercise so moste honourable the good will of men is neuer vnoccupied if either honest labour or stdious diligence maie please those greate personages that affection and duetie commaundes vs to honor And as it hath bin through tyme out of mynde an auncient maner in the beginnyng of a newe yere to present vnto freendes and sutche as we beste fauour some signe of freendshipp by waie of newe yeres giftes so I trust the maner so mutche commended emong the wise and so long vsed with all sortes of people for the purchasyng of good liking shall excuse my ouer greate boldnesse and make my simple gifte accepted For as I vnderstande and my betters farre haue reported it is not the valewe of the presentes nor the ritchnesse of the Iewels that makes our giftes welcome and bringes the giuer in the good opiniō of the worthies in this worlde but it is the vertuous intent of the minde that maketh free passage to that whiche is presented and causeth as well little trifles to bee estemed as greate treasure to bee made of If otherwise the worthinesse of thynges were to be iudged my triflyng booke might blushe in my behalfe and the vaine verses therein would rather argue my disgrace then further my good fame And therefore my good Lorde since euery mans gift is receiued waied accordyng to the good will of the giuer I haue this present new yeres daie presented vnto your good Lordshipp good Chaunce and so with this good Chaunce salutyng your honor with all seruisable dueties I honor your Lordshipps vertues procede to the purpose of my matter The people of this worlde whose sondrie wittes and iudgementes lookes deepely into the deuises of the writers in our age if thei would straitly and narrowly beholde how busie I haue bin in settyng out bookes and printyng of pamfletts might paraduenture make a wonder of my wearisome woorkes for that many woordes hath bin spent to little profite either of my Countrey or commoditie to my self because my small learnyng and capacitie could neuer reche to any greate knowledge nor searche out the ground of any profounde seeret or science But how so euer my woorkes maie bee construed my penne hath kept me from slothe and Idelnesse and little hath bin loste by my studie and labors For freendes and fauourars hath bin gotten through diligence and tyme hath bin entertained in muche contentation of minde And though it was my Chaunce to light on a pleasant disposition in making of verses whē others happened by Fortunes election on a multitude of benifites yet blessed is the Chaunce that breedeth merrie thoughtes and vnlodes the harte and hedde of a nomber of heauie cogitations For though small abilitie simple callyng bryngeth no greate reputation and credite yet it sitteth free from the bitter blaste of Fortunes tempestes VVhen the mindes of the mightie are shocked and shaken with the blusteryng stormes of worldes vnstablenesse And though my Chaunce was to trauaill abroade to seeke after Fortune whiles others at home found themselues happie yet beyng so smally prefarred by Chaunce euery where I am neither troubled with her mutabilitie nor driuen to giue her thankes for any good tourne she hath doen me And yet my Chaunce is indifferent that bothe in warres and peace possessyng my little portion I haue seen thousandes depart from this worlde and sodainly taken from their abondance My chance is to be in court well knowen and mutche made of though smally considered or aduaunced My Chaunce is to liue awhile and write Epitaphes Sonets and sedules on many a worthie personage whiles my life and footesteps drawes the bodie to his long home and leades the restlesse daies to the quiet graue And so as Chance hath fallen out and alotted me by a bond of causes through the originall ground of all goodnesse the pleasure of penne and the pain of studie euen so in like maner I gladly plaie out my part on the stage in this toilesome and tragicall pilgrimage where nothyng easeth our labours so mutche as the sweete contentatiō of minde But to what purpose trouble I your honourable iudgement and grauitie with the rehersall of trifles or why doeth rashenesse in so bolde a maner dedicate sutche a woorke scarce worthie the looking on to sutche a worthie Magistrate whose wisedome maie disdaine the reading of so simple a discourse The trothe is my right good Lorde this present is offered as a peece of a meane to passe awaie the tyme amid great affaires and weightie causes whiche with light matters findes recreation by the inuention of pretie deuised sportes the studie and care of commonweale seemeth lesse tedius and troublesome For the minde wearied with ouer long labours and sadde motions of the spirite that through continuaunce maie dull the senses is sharpened and made better at commaundement when chaunge of pastymes with some pleasaunt exercises hath eased the bodie and refreshed the memorie My verses God wot are voide of sutche deuine vertue And I wantyng the grace of Mercurie or Pipe of Appollo presumeth to farre to please the eares of Minerua with the rashe sounde of rusticall Musicke But though the harmonie be not so sweete and delicate as is to be wished the desire to doe well is the instrument onely that maie bryng suche delite whiche maie for euer purchace good acceptation And for that to the art of Musicke and harmonie belongeth seuerall sortes of partes to make good concordance I haue tuned all my notes and songes worthie the hearyng into one kind of voice and order Meanyng that where many a peece of descant is to bee seen and some iarres maie happen by misliking of discordes yet a nomber of partes soundyng together maie couer the faultes and imperfectiōs of an ignoraunt Musition And because in the sweete soile of Salop in whiche parties your Lordshippe was nourished whiche seate I honour of nature and toke some sauor and taste of Science in the gladder are my muses to reuerence with verses a speciall sparke and spectacle of the countrey I was borne in either with Musicall melodie or Poeticall pastymes and passages delated

pleasures here possest As did this knight of whom I spake who bore about in brest A noble harte a constant mynde a iollie courage greate A warme good will to common wealth that neuer wanted heate Brought vp in armes and Marciall feats a maister of that arte Whiche oft in feeld and countreis cause did plaie a manly parte As birth was good and noble sure so all he went about Was good and worthie eurie waie and noble still throughout In office oft and by his Prince to credite called still In matters graue and thyngs of weight of deepe foresight and skill No talker of good Fortune won nor boster for vaine bruite A tree that seldome blossomde showd yet brought forth good fruite As calme and milde as Sommer winds that neuer water moues And yet as stout to cruell Rites as gentill with the Doues A bodie apte to beare the brunt of paines and labour long A hedde that could conceiue the beste and sone could put vp wrong A freende that vsde no fained phrase and surely one of those That dealt with parfite plainnesse so he neuer purchaste fose A settled rocke a staied trothe that no deuice could staine A Paulet yea a piller too where Paulet did remaine An aide to sutche as wanted helpe a father free and franke To those that onely for good tourns but barely yeelded thanke What resteth more in any man then was in hym I saie Thus Paulet wan a noble brute and bore the same awaie Where vertue at the dreadfull howre when trompet sounds a loude Emong the cheef and chosen Lambes shall sit in sacred cloude FINIS ¶ Sir VVillyam Courtneis Epitaphe BY death eche life is knowen as darkenesse tries out light By life is man made like the Gods where life is ledde a right Whiles Courtneis life did laste his glorie hid remainde But now he hath sutche rare renowne as fewe or none attainde The worlde setts forthe his fame in sutche a liuely sorte That to the Angells eares aboue is blowen thereof reporte Whiche newes is lickte so well the heauens holde them bleste Whē God shall bid vnlocke the gates embrace this newe come gest But though the heauens ioye the yearth with teares is filde And kinde hath cause to curse her self that suche a tree hath spilde By sicknesse sent in spight to spoile the spraise and all And made grene leaues forsake their bowes ere fruit wer ripe to fall Me thinke I heare hym saie would God had been my chance To hitte on death in open feeld by chardge of enemies Lance. Lament ye Courtlike Lordes a plaie feere loste you haue Sende forthe some sighes a long the seas to sobb vpon his graue That buried is at Hawne with warlike pompe and shotte Whiche range his knell as is the gise alas to sone God wotte Well worthie goe thy waie how many of thy name Are lefte behinde to tread thy stepps and winne but halfe thy fame How should sutche gifts be graft without some power deuine Sutche vertues dwell in one mans breast as harbred were in thine A Courtney by thy name a Courtier kindly borne A perfite peece not painted out a coine vnclippte or worne One of so right a stampe that streight did currant passe In euery place of his repaire where sondrie golds were glasse His face bewraied at first what hope of hym to haue His works performde that tonge brought forth his hand full largely gaue A hedde that ofte had paste dame Prudens mustere books A countnance as his courage was no forsed Lyons looks A harte storehouse of trothe a minde no ire might moue An eare that watcht for well coucht words a grace that gatt mutche loue His liberall Nature shewed full ofte to eche degree Where bountie wants set birthe a side ye can not noble bee Now better kisse his steppes then at his praise to kicke Well maie men roue about his marke but none shall hit the pricke What mournyng makes his wife that sutche a housbande loste His babes his men his neighbours eke and all the Westerne coste Well geasts your Hoste is gone turne horse an other waie The shrine is robbde the saincte is fled where ye were wont to staie The sacred godds receiue emong them where thei are With as muche mirth as maie be made the sprite y t Courtney bare FINIS Sir VVillyam Pickryngrs Epitaphe MY sences slept in rest the quiet couche I take When worlds reporte with hurlyng brute badde sluggishe muse awake And whett the blunted witts on mournyng matter newe A heauie happe a soddaine chance that thousandes ought to rewe What fortune is befalne in worlde ꝙ I of late Is any braunche or member hurte that erst hath serude the state Or is some sproute decaied or tree blowne donne by blast That through mans skill sweate of browes might growe stande ful fast There is ꝙ Fame to me a worthie wight gone hence Now dedde ' that late was quicke and ripe of iudgement wit sence And Pickryng was his name whose mynde was sure so greate The noble browes bare witnesse plain where hāmers still did beate A man that credite wonne by seruice sondrie waies A Tully bothe with penne and tong at proofe moste worthie praies And surely from the Gods the rarest gifts posseste That euer in these drousie daies did lodge in one mans breste Looke not I should rehearse what all his vertues weare But looke amid these worldly happs how he hym self did beare When Fortune turude her face he smothly let it slide The want of will at no tyme could in looks nor life be spide If happe had faunde on hym he changde no chere therefore In equall ballance stoode the weight of chaunces lesse or more As wisedome clockte his cares so stoutnesse staied his minde And custome taught hym how to taste the toiles that here we finde In learned Platoes rules good Pickryng pleasure tooke And shonde the worlde to sort hym self with gladsome golden booke Emong a worlde of men in deede fewe freends he chose Yet with a manly modest meane he could reclaime his foes His port and presence sutche he was for Court full fitte And for his graue and deepe foresight he might in councell sitte The life that here he ledde giues still sufficient light For skilfull heads and scannyng minds to wrest his maners right Now hath he that he sought and dwells aboue in blis Where good mens soulls as worlde thei leaue at length shall meete with his When Fame had told her tale I cald for paper streight And in suche verse as here you reade I put these words of weight FINIS Maister Hampdens Epitaphe GOOd life is knowen through deathes despite and when to graue wee goe Good life steppes forthe of shroudyng sheete and doeth our vertues showe The yearth can claime but fleshe and bones and leaue the reste to fame The heauens lookes but for the soule and worlde retaines good name So somwhat man doeth leaue behinde that shines like lanterne clere Note

nights full darke Farewell freshe water soldiour streight thy harte or gaule is broke Thy bodie would be in a moode at home by chimneis smoke The Court to Sea I doe compare where calme aperes long while And frēds that tourns w t fortunes whele in face will laugh smile But let them once but see the lacke the calmie clouds will lowre And brauest speeche and sweetest words will turne to bitter sowre He seru's not one but waites on all that there would placed bee And bounde he is at becke and call to hye and loe degree Now trudge and trott at one mans héeles then to an other streight Not that good happ is got with witt and fauour comes by sleight But for one man hath but one voice and seldome speake he will To doe thee good except sutche speeche proceeds of deeper skill But my demaund is why doest thou that maiest frō court liue well Desire to chaunge thy heauens blis to feele the paines of hell First all thy sailes must be a flant that ship full winde maie haue Is that no paine to clap on clouts and make free minde a slaue Next must thou waite stande full still or turne like wether cocke Where eury thing that thou doest craue is vnder double locke Then for thy foode thou must make shifte or thrust amid the throng Where alwaies those that best deserue doe suffer greatest wrong On fastyng daies thy purse is plaegde when triumphs comes adue Auoide the preace the Court throughout is filde with faces newe When strangers come the people swarme like Bees about y e hiue Then maiest thou not in Court be bold nor yet with stranger striue To tablyng houses hye thee then so purse doeth neuer reste And he is at no lettle charge in Court that speedeth beste Then tell what brings thee thether thus perharps faire goodly shose Whose beauties passeth as a flowre and withers like a Rose Naie Tom will be a lustie boye and knowne for credite sake Emong the beste that of hye harts a good a count maie make Why Court makes not but of a fewe and those I saie are thei That holds w t Hare and hunts with hound goes with game awey If that but fewe in Court doe thriue why doe sutche nombers flock Where fortune borrows all thei haue and paies them with a mocke If ten within one Princes raigne the Court doeth well aduaunce Ten score comes home by weping crosse or finds but croked chance A yere or twoo might well suffice to trie what grace will growe A longer tyme but breeds an ebbe where Fortunes flood should flow To tarry till our tyme ronnes out that none can call againe Is losse of wealthe and spoile of witt and breake of slepe and braine Some happly for thy shape or sence in Court maie make the staie But bite not at those baited hookes whose net fine fishe betraie Some offers helpe that lou's greate trains and would be waited on Sutche feede themselfs with newe consaits when old deuice is gon And leads poore yonglyngs like the lambs y t must go suck the eawes Seeke not in Court for suche fine frends but shrine suche saincts for shreaus Some neither tells what thei will doe nor will doe aught at all Yet giueth hope to haplesse men and so letts fauour fall Emong them catche it who that can as good take smoke from fire Or shadowe from the shinyng Sonne as by that waie aspire Some are not to be spoken with but those haue cunnyng shifts To driue out tyme and lengthen suits with long delaies and drifts Some speake thee faire to sucke out sapp frō goodly blouming tree So traps the sillie hongrie Mouse whose haste no harmes can see When thou hast spied these sorts of men and found muche labor lost Why dost thou by thy courtyng thus with suche great charge cos● I aske where many are vndoen why doe the rest repaire For them that seeketh to be solde it is no common faire Nor common plot to feede vpon if nagge be leane before Court rather is a presious place that still maintaines the store A priuate soile to fatte a fewe that happ hath hedged in A ground for those that from their birthe hath alwaies happie bin The greatest nomber haue great skoupe and roulm enough at will Where thei maie grosly pike vp cromes or feede on grasse their fill A dishe and daintie of the Court no meate for mowers is Then why to court doeth come suche preace I praie you tel me this Greate nombers haue been spoiled there and fewe in deede prefard But suche as worlde thought best vpon and Gods thē selues regard Full fortie yeres by tourne and tymes the Court I haunted haue And still in hope of doyng well I thought desarts should craue Now wrote I Rimes then made I bokes then song before the best Made plaies in peace and for the warres a soldiour ready prest In eury Prograsse nere the Prince with some newe odde deuice A merrie Christmas man at home not stately strange nor nice But glad to please and purchace fréends and yet for all these things My bells are of and I abroad maie flie if I had wings O gallants gaie when your ritche robes begins to change their hue The Court will hang the hed a side and bidde you all adue Youth lasts not long age sone decaies and goes like candell out To fall of leafe eche fruite shall yeeld that earst in spring did sprout But as newe parts and plaiers still stepps vp vpon the stage So gallants to the Court will come and did in eury age But I mutche muse why people swarme where suretie is vnsound And few are helpt thousadns haue muche sharpe misfortune found FINIS For the losse of a mightie and noble mannes fauour IF tears maie trie my truthe that trickle doune my cheeks Or if good will by proofe be knowne in yeres in daies or weeks Then doe I wrong receiue where freendship craue I moste And where in deede with eury storme my vessell hath been toste And through the tempests all my ship hath safly sailde And yet no seas might hurt my Barke my hope hath so preuailde O helpe you Courtiars now and Soldiours eury chon To waile my plage and present state my Fortune fled and gon And waile this wofull worlde wherein moste freends doe faint And namely sutche as trackt of tyme hath taught by tongs to paint And promesd more by words then will or worke performs Sutche haue the kirnells eaten all and are the gréedy worms That gnawes the harts of men in peeces eury daie And sutche haue ledde my shipp alas a wearie wilsome waie From whence if I retourne I shall but wander still And finde no seas to saile vpon that maie content my will Fie on my countrey soile there is no suretie founde A chancelesse race myne age must trie amid a doubtfull grounde Here haue I hoiste my saile as hie as winde can blowe Here had I freends whose