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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A18737	A generall rehearsall of warres, called Churchyardes choise wherein is fiue hundred seuerall seruices of land and sea as seiges, battailes, skirmiches, and encounters. A thousande gentle mennes names, of the beste sorte of warriours. A praise and true honour of soldiours. A proofe of perfite nobilitie. A triall and first erection of heraldes. A discourse of calamitie. And ioyned to the same some tragedies & epitaphes, as many as was necessarie for this firste booke. All which workes are dedicated to the hounourable sir Christopher Hatton knight, ... Written by Thomas Churchyard Gent. 1579.	Churchyard, Thomas, 1520?-1604.	1579 (1579)	STC 5235.2; ESTC S107881	144,193	246

maintained on bothe the parties with suche a resolute mynde and determination to winne libertie or lose life There wer after this siege some other seruices but none so greate nor none of theim I mynde to treate of as yet for that I haue bente my studie to pleasure the Readers of my booke with other fancies varietie of matter The change of matter and maner of writyng thereof I hope shall rather bryng delite then breede wearinesse For that whiche doeth presently followe is sette out purposely with a nomber of deuises to occupie tyme withall and pleasure them that hath any good disposition towardes the woorke FINIS ¶ A description or discourse that declareth how that by tastyng of miseries men become happie written for that Soldiours alwaies beares the burthen of Sorrowe and suffers more calamitie then any other people GOod readers for that calamitie and combersome chances doe seeme intollerable too beare and for our first fathers offence thei are the burthens of life and companions of man till the hower of his death I beyng often charged with the heauie fardle of misfortunes haue taken in hande to treate of a troubled mynde and shewe what blessednesse and benefite to the bodie and soule this worldly infelicitie bryngeth As the common afflictions of mankynde are many in nomber and seem at the first feelyng so irksome and weightie that fewe can suffer them or support them So a multitude of miseries accustometh the minde so long in the sharpnesse of sorrowes that a sounde iudgemente is made the more able thereby to abide the brunte of troubles and attende for a short season a remedie of mischeeues by proof the trothe of this is tried For let the laboryng manne or ordinarie porter that daily carries greate burthens be often vsed to lifte vp packes he shall better beare a greate Logge then an other that is fine fingered shall bee able to heaue a small peece of Timber And there is none that laboureth so sore but is sure at one tyme or other to attaine to reste and commoditie So that all sorrowes are to be compted but a sharpe sause to season the appetite and bryng the sweete and delicate dishes in suche order that it glutte not the stomacke And nowe to consider howe all pleasures are possessed and profittes take their beginnynges The verie issue and originall of those yearthly commodities springes onely from continuall care and paine and labourious vexation of bodie and mynde The greatest glories and cheefest seates of honour anywhere are gotten and compassed by this kinde of calamitie and the leaste or moste sparke of mannes delite is maintained and at the lengthe enioyed by the meane of studious labour and painfull exersices But herein to be breef paine and labour is the portion appoincted for man in his pilgrimage and thei that are moste persecuted so thei bee not tempted aboue their strength are moste to be thought in fauour with God and happiest emong men if heauenly graces and correction bee measured by the yearthly vessailes of vanitie that we carry about whiche without correction and refourmyng would growe so full of filthe and corrupte maners that thei neither could holde good liquor nor serue to any good purpose Doe you not beholde that the purest mettall with ill lookyng vnto becommeth full of cankers and ruste if it bee not scoured rubbed and roghly handled his beautie decaieth and the worthe and vallue of it is little because it hath loste his vertue and estimation So mānes corrupt Nature were it not serched with sonderie instrumentes that takes awaie the dedde fleashe and toucheth the quicke would putrifie waxe lothsome to the whole worlde and to the creature hym self that beares it in his bowelles And for the auoydyng of suche an inconuenience calamitie muste bee tasted and troubles are necessarie for the keepyng cleane of a spotted conscience and fraile bodie puffed vp with Pride and vanitie of curious conceites And so I proue aduersitie is the brynger home of good spirites and gentill wittes that wanders after worldly follies and ronnes a gaddyng beyonde the boundes of measure to the vtter confines of daunger and destructiō Yea a little trouble and tormente produceth greate goodnesse and bryngeth foorthe noble bookes and goodly workes whiche the libertie of life and wantonnesse of pleasure denies and hinders As a thyng that drawes manne frō the couetyng of Fame and true searchyng of immortalitie Mannes prosperous estate breedes but idelnesse nourisheth vice contempnes vertue and banisheth good studies and learnyng albeit some one emong the ritchest at one season or other maie looke on a booke fauor writers and giue good speeches of well dooyng Yet seldome comes any greate woorke from their handes that are in prosperitie And none in a maner but the afflicted did at any time hether to yeelde benefite to their countrey and generally knowledge the vniuersall worlde Lette Socrates Plato Aristotoles Cleantes and a nōber of poore Philosophers ye princes of education bee witnesse of that I speake from whiche Philosophers the sowres of noble Artes and Sciences did spryng and aboundantly flow The bodie pampered bedecked with beautie full of ornamentes and sett out to sale like fleashe in the Shambelles Either would bee bought quickly or will be tainted in hangyng too long in the winde So that as horses doe waxe reistie for want of good vsage and cleanest thynges taketh corruption by lacke of lokyng vnto in season Pleasure and libertie in processe of tyme makes a manne wilde if callamitie tame not the bodie bryng the minde in willyng subiection Sorrowe sadnesse and other passions of this worlde that comes by common causes puttes the wittes and iudgemente to suche a plonge secrete shifte and pollecie that all the senses openly makes a muster to defende the estimation and vpright bodie from fallyng to the whiche assemblie comes Pacience Reuerence and Modestie that the matter is so wel taken iniuries are putt vp and wronges that haue been offered woorkes in a wise hedde a worlde of deuises wherein vertue gettes victorie To beare the comfortable Crosse of persecution is the true badge of blessednesse wherby the seruaunt is seen to followe his maister and all the vices of manne be maistered or reformed by the crossyng chances of this world and vertuous operation of callamitie whiche miraculously worketh the distempered minde as the hotte Fornace tries out the Golde and the warme fire bringes in temper and makes softe the harde and coldest Waxe A deuine secret to them that are chosen and familiare example to those that glories in worldly felicitie who knowes the naturall causes of yearthlie thynges If a manne might aske wherefore was manne made sent from the highest dignitie of pleasures to this lowe dongion of sorrowes and base soile of seruitude It maie bee aunswered Adam was thruste out of Paradice for offence he had committed and for that he was formed out of the yearth on the face of the yearth he should get his foode and liuyng as a vessell ordained 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And straitly looke vnto my doyngs heere And like a Iudge in tremblyng conscience sitte I am condempd there serus ne force nor witte Out is my Lampe the oile hath loste his light And my faire daie is tornd to foule blacke night The searchyng hedds that sifts my maners throwe Will shrinke a side when I drawe neere their vewe The wievly daems that seeth my blotted browe In my behalfe will blushe and chaunge their hewe The gentill harts that others harms doeth rewe Will muche lament my life so leawdly ronne And cleane vntwiste the threede good name hath sponne The baseste dame whose faults are borne in breste Will scorne to heare my follie blasde abrode The fromppyng flocke at me will make a ieste The spitfull swarme will poult and swell like Tode My giltie mynde that bears moste heauie lode Will sinke doune right when worlde shall talke of grace And shame her self will slubber all my face The sober sorte that setts by noble brute Will shake their hedds as thei my boldnesse spie The clappyng tongs will neuer sure be mute Shreawd people all will shewe alowryng eye But still I feare the Lorde that sitts on hye Will looke more straunge on me so late disgraste Then all the worlde that here beneath are plaste The Churche wherein bothe faithe and hande I gaue Shall witnesse beare of breache of promes due The spousall bedde and marrage daie so braue Shall make me cald forsworne and moste vntrue The holie booke the old lawe and the newe Against my soule shall sure sharpe sentence giue In other worlde where sprite desiers to liue Let matrons chaste and modest wiues eche one That falshed haets and lou's their trothe to keepe In furie come and flyng at me a stone And let no wight my death bewaile nor weepe Let daies vnrest and dreadfull dreams in sleepe Pursue me still and bryng me to my graue Since God and man I so offended haue The stepps I tread shall tell me my offence The feelds I walke shall bryng my fault to minde The harms I did in worlde shall haste me hence The wealthe I wishe shall waste and weare with winde The fame I seeke shall flyng me farre behinde And all good things that vertues wiues enioye At my moste neede shall tourne to myne anoye The wise that waies my wiells in ballance right Shall see my witte want weight and be but bace The foole hymself shall finde my iudgement light In makyng choise to chopp and chaunge my cace The poore shall point at me in eurie place The riche and those that swaie and rule doeth beare With curbe of Lawe shall bryng leawde life in feare The freends I had shall frowne and shunne my sight The foes I haue shall followe me with shame The neighbour loue that pleasd me daie and night Shall now drawe backe and looke on losse of name The merrie mate and homely countrey dame And all the toune and soi●e where I was borne In Parishe Churche shall laugh my life to scorne The bande once broke that God hymself hath bleste Bryngs worldly woe and cursses in by swarmes The marrage marde that God made for mans reste Turns vpside doune from happie helpe to harmes The Bridall bedde defield with lothsome charmes Breeds wicked smoke and smothryng sclanders blase On whose foule fume a worlde of people gase The knotte of loue vnknitt by hatefull cause Caulls greeffs to count and cries to clouds for aied The leuwd contempt and breache of sacred lawes Maeks eurie howre offendour sore afraied The fickle faithe that is with skurges paied Bidds falshed flie the plague that is preparde For those who looks to life with small regarde No rofflyng troupe that swashe and swill vp wine Can ward the blowes that wrathe of God sends doune No cunnyng knacks nor knackyng fetches fine Can conquer trothe and thrust hym out of toune No treasons traine can take waie true renoune No cloud can cloke the crafte that all men findes No salue but grace can heale infected mindes My hollowe harte hath loste the hope I had What dropps in now doeth doubt and daunger bryng In housbands ears I spake that made me glad With newfounde freends I talke that mak's me wryng The first good will from vertuous loue did spryng The laste delite and all that since fell out Began on luste and needs must ende in doubt Now open streats by Oule flight must I walke And secret nouks and shifts must shadowe sleight Except I care not what the worlde doeth talke And minde to frame a crooked matter streight And then though pride holds hedde a wonders height Shame plucks doune harte and mak's me blushe at laste But well awaie that signe of grace is paste Though in the teeth I haue the bridell gote And that I run beyond my riders reache I dare not syng in quere to hye a note For feare of checke and tuter doe me teache I plaie boe peepe least people me appeache I seem a sainct when deulishe thyngs I meane Yet muche adoe I haue to carrie cleane O wretched change that bryngs repentaunce ofte O bitter sweete whose taste deceiues vs all O poisoned luste that puff's vp pride a lofte O graclesse game full farcst with sugred gall O trippyng trust that swiftly giu's a fall O spitfull sport that spends thy youth in shame And bryngs thine age in horrour and deffame O greedie will that gaines but greef of minde O gnawyng worme that fretts the conscience still O wicked arte that striks the senses blinde O madde deuice that tourns from good to ill O leawd desire more hotte then Eathna hill O beastly blisse begun on balde confaite And doeth bewitche them all that bites the baite O paultryng plaie and pinishe pastyme vaine O slidyng ioye that sincks where suertie swims O perlous toye and pleasure mixt with paine O Peacocke proude that still fonde feathers trims O lustie bloud naye wanton lothsome lims That stoups to filthe and costly carrein gaie That giu's ▪ badd gold and stealls good name awaie My merrie maetts and minsyng minions fine Speaks faire a while to winne their leawd desire But wilely worlde can let me starue and pine And for reward can giue a floute or flire So lead me on and leaue me in the mire And blabb all out that hath been closly wrought O pranks of youth O painted thyng of nought O puddell foule that seems at first full faire O cause of care and source of sorrowe sowre O deadly hope and grounde of deepe despaire O pleasaunt weede and stinckyng rotten flowre O rauenyng Wolues that doeth poore wiues deuoure O smilyng theeues that robbs the chastest harte O traiterous tongs that can plaie Iudas parte You laied your trains as Foulars laies his nette You bosome Snak's your styng hath me vndoen By louyng you at length what shall I gette When you me lothe where shall the caste of ron Wo worth that wight that woyng first begon Curste be the craft that causeth clamours ●yes And