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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A10848	A golden mirrour conteining certaine pithie and figuratiue visions prognosticating good fortune to England and all true English subiectes, with an ouerthrowe to the enemies : whereto be adioyned certaine pretie poemes written on the names of sundrie both noble and worshipfull.	Robinson, Richard, fl. 1574.	1589 (1589)	STC 21121.5; ESTC S4858	28,685	63

full rare I had which gréeues me to declare Enuironde round about was I From loftie skyes with golden gleymes Wherein I saw a Goddes flye Thrise swifter then Syr Neptuns streames A razour in her hand she bare And fiercely did these wordes declare Remember well quoth she to mée Make ready pen and inck to write The wordes that now I speake to thée Sith that I know thou can indite Tyme is my name young once I was Though now I weare and wast alas Loe I am she that present was When Heauen Earth and Seas were made From age to age what came to passe Vnto this houre I know the trade Although that worldlings Tyme forget Yet to accompts I call their det Els those that fléete and flow in wealth Would quite deuour the poorer sorte Sith might alwayes forgets himselfe And makes of wrong a common sport I Tyme therfore this bloudy knife Doe beare vnwares to shut their life In Tyme that's past what Cities great Whose walles and towers scald the skyes Were mounted vp to be the seat For earthly Gods this Scripture tryes Which lyeth now layd loe with soyle And who but Tyme that made the spoyle Great castles to defend the foe With walles of force long sith were built Their towers torne doth plainly shoe That Tyme compeld them for to yeld Whose ruine doth these dayes declare That Tyme bids euery man prepare Haue I not bene the cause quoth Tyme That euery man these dayes doth build Whose pride therein so farre doth shyne That all the poore thereby are spild But as their goodes is now their God I Tyme therefore shall bring a rod. Erste such a whippe as I shall bring From mightie loue was neuer féel'd I all their buildings downe will fling To flée themselues shalbe compeld The sword shall vengeance take for sinnes And those shall lose these dayes that winnes So that if Ouid were aliue The Metaphor would passe his pen The father and the sonne shall striue And sharpe reuenge consume all men The Tenaunt shall his Landlord hate And neighbours be at great debate So Loue and Charitie shall wast Pride and Enuie shall increase And pure chastitie displast But whoredome he shall neuer seace And Vsurie shall fill his baggs While poore Tromtroth doth walke in raggs Quit voide of grace quoth Tyme I sée The greatest number at this day For Symon Magus subtilly By cloaked craft can catch his pray The world runs headlong after gayne Whose pleasure Tyme shall turne to payne Vndoubtedly this rasour sharpe quoth Tyme shall presently dispatch Yet none shall know when to depart No where nor when I make the match But sodenly the thréed I cut Thus wordly ioyes by me are shut You sée quoth Tyme the alteration You sée how lucar leades the way You sée these dayes abhomination By errour faith you sée decay By bribes true iustice blinded is By following will some wade amisse Edels●a now deceiueth vs By outward signes and also shoe Faire wordes be framed marueilous To worke the hearers griefe and woe But now said Time the day's at hand All things shall wast on sea and land Reuenge from skies with fiery flames Shall now at hand deuour and wast All mortall men vnto their shames Except where grace and vertue's plast Those that beléeue and God doe feare As Angels then shall straight apeare And with these wordes she tooke her flight And bad me boldly write the same When Time was gone I was afright For all the world me thought did flame With Thunder then the earth did quake Which wofull thing did cause me wake FINIS Verses penned vpon the Etimoligie of the name of the right worshipful M. Thomas Leigh of Adlington in the Countie of Chester Esquire purporting the nature of Time THe thorny thumps that Thought did thacke within my wofull breast Had pincht me so that Naturue crau'd for help to purchase rest Of studious works I weary was into the fieldes I fled My purpose was by wholsome aire for to refresh my head And as I wandred vp and downe vnder a bush I sate Some secrete thing me thought that time came in my painful pate Lo thus at last with musing much a sléepe came in my eie Erst neuer such a dreame I had nor thing so strange did sée I saw a Lady called Time which flew as swift as winde Geue eare quoth she for presently I will expresse my mind Haue care vnto my speech said she and mark my sayings well Els out of wisdomes worthy waies I must thy wits expell See here the wings wherwith I fly behold the knife I beare Sée here the present speed I make yet Time no man doth feare Quite void of care I sée the world they mount with Icarus now Vndoubtedly so that they gaine to get they care not how Yet I Daine Time will call to count the stoutest of them all And giue vnto the loftiest mind a troublesome tombling fall Remember Time began all thinges at first when all was made Time at the last shall cause againe al thinges to wast and fade Haue I not cast Ierusalem vnto the slymy soyle Of worldly welth I make but dust though worldlings daily toile My nature is as I began so for to make an end And cause in time both quick and dead both for to bow and bend Such is my nature that I must make tryal of all trueth Looke from the first vnto the last let ancient bookes be prooffe Erected I haue Cities great so haue I Castles strong In euery part of all the world these buildings lie along Great is my force let Scripture iudge which saith al things shal wast How can the greatest kingdome then escape my force at last Els worldlings wold still brag and best vpon their good and land So I dame Time should haue the tant which haue thē in my hand Such buildings now be mounted vp by such as feare no fall Quite void of care the builders be to leaue the same at all Vntill I Time with razor sharpe do cut their vital thred I sée there is not any now the latter day doth dread Estéeme they doe their goods and lands and Time to come forget Remēbring not that Time at last shall cause them pay their det Mark but how hours wasteth daies and daies the wéeks deuoure And wéekes consume meneths you see by prooued proofs ech houre And moneths do swallow vp the yeare years do consume men Al this doth chance by me dame Time yet who knows where or when And with this speach she took her flight and bad me take my penne For to record the words she spake and publish to al men But when I saw that Time was past alas she gréeu'd me sore That I in Time did not take Time I dayly wéepe therefore Thus haue you hearde my drowsie dreame though Time be gone and fled And I her sayings still record within my heart and head FINIS A Psalme pend vpon the Etimologie of the name of the

should call All histories of auncient age Yet I should finde some chaunge His part he playes vpon the stage Excéedeth very Straunge No pride perceiued in his brest No hautie heart he beares And where is néede to helpe vs prest And thus he spends his yeares No harme to any hath he wisht Nor for a poore mans profite fisht Doubtles his life to man and wife Doth show in him no chaunge But sure eche houre vnto his power Among the rest is Straunge Of worldly wealth he makes no coumpt He wayes his honor more Loue to his seruants doth surmount And to his tenaunts poore Of countrey still he taketh care And for the common wealth prepare Remembring well that fame will tell What people loue to chaunge Therfore I say this present day He may be called Straunge Death doubts he not in Princes causes So true of faith is hée To serue and prosecute her lawes He cares not who they bée Refusing neither night nor day All tydes and tymes he takes the way No fauor feare no frend nor foe Can cause his mynde to chaunge No gayne nor payne can tempt him so And that is very Straunge If I should make report quoth Fame Of halfe his golden giftes Except that Tullie were thy name Thy pen were put to shiftes Go to therfore and write sayd she And I therewith abroad will flée And euery eare of him shall heare That neuer yet did chaunge But sure as rocke and all his stocke And that is onely Straunge He loueth men much more then shéepe That some doe most delite He pities people poore that wéepe When wrong hath wrought them spite He gently heares their gréeued causes And doth with iustice vse the lawes By force he wayes no wight with power Nor mynde with winde doth chaunge As many doe this presente houre But now that is not straunge Not markes and pounds but hawkes and hounds Is euer his desire He layes not gether poores mens grounds He is no countrey stroyer He liues in loue of rich and poore Sufficient he doth call his store Full well knowes he that men must dye And therefore will not chaunge But liues content with auncient rent Which argues to be Straunge Thus did I write and Fame indite Me thought that present tyme For in the sense I had delite To studie euery line Loe this in sléepe me thought I heard Of Fame which bad me take regard With painefull pen to tell all men That it might neuer chaunge Then out of sight she tooke her flight And bad me thinke of Straunge Then wakened I with wéeping eyes To call my Dreame to mynde Because I see such men as these In England hard to finde Alas therefore what should I say It is the cause poore men decay Vice taketh place for want of grace So many loue to chaunge Thus haue I pen'd and also end My Dreame of Noble Straunge FINIS Verses penned vpon the Etimologie of the Name and Title of the right vvorshipfull Lady the Lady Iulian Holcraft of the Vale Royall THe head which still with studie is opprest Of force must finde some way to ease the same All trauellers must haue a tyme to rest Or els their limmes with wandring wilbe lame So I a weary sitting at my booke Into the fieldes to walke the way I tooke High on a hill to mount I did delite To view a Royall Vale that was below Where riuers run with streams as christall white And pleasant woods about the same did show Wherein did bounse the Buck with Hart Hynd The Faulconer ther for hawkes may pastime finde Eche spray was sprouted out with buds Vpon the which Merula singeth swéet The Ro Bucke roreth in the shrubs The fertill medowes tast of flowers swéet Which vapurs did perfume the starry skyes That from this vale so Royally doth rise Loe thus bewrapt in viewing this prospect The sight I see my sense so ouer threw The christall streames my eyes had so reflect The ioy thereof my iudgement ouerthrew That downe I sate to studie at the same Till Morpheus had my drowsie head ore ' tane And thus a sléepe to me approched neare A gallant Dame presenting great renowme Which sayd arise thou slugg why sléep'st thou here Come goe with me where thou shalt haue a roome I looked vp and did Melponia sée I rose and crau'd her pardon on my knée Doubtles quoth he at Helicon thou art Recorded thée where thou shalt still remayne But yet moe counsell take before we part In hast prepare thy pen for to proclayme The vertuous life a Lady leadeth here As dayly shall by iuste reporte appeare In lasting letters pen this Saras gift Whose mildnes may full well Rebecca teach And Rachels vertues all would put to shift The steps she treades no lyuing wight can rech From blooming youth vnto these present dayes Of Alcest she doth iustly beare the kayes In heart so méeke with spotles thought is she That wordes in wast be banisht from her brest No idle looke once glanceth from her eyes The poore mans plaints to heare her eares are prest Her liberall hand doth hungry belly fill Who wants her helpe she is their comfort still Vnto her frend as sure as marble rocke To foe not yelding but as reason will Of s●eaches she both beares the key and locke In tyme to vse all things she hath the skill In iudgement she can play Apollos part A Goddesse she might be for lerned art Liue she doth in loue of rich and poore Her race so rarely run hath not bene knowen Her lampe of light thus burneth euermore With newes thereof loe Fame her trump hath blowen At Hespias in chaire of state this Dame Hath chéefest place for to aduance her name In worldly stormes she beares her sailes so well No suddaine blast can worke her any wracke From out her presence vice she doth expell And Vertue yet would neuer sée him lacke Her iust deserued praise shée doth not séeke She is so humble and lowly in her sprite And to the stranger still she hath regard To showe such courtesie as worship craues Her neighbors cause with her is euer heard Lo thus this Lady still her selfe behaues She beares no minde that soreth in the skie Nor yet too lowe she lifteth not to flie Not cankered Enuie can these words deny If Spite should speake he must declare the same For Vertue vaunts her name into the skie With golden Trumpet sounded vp by Fame Would God therefore her daies should euer last Then might a number think their sorrowes past Her blossomes bréede the fruites of noble state Whose tast doth comfort rich and poore these daies By Natures works of God these giftes they gat● That euery wight should iustly speak her praise At Helicon the Muses do delight With golden pen this Ladies life to write Of many vertues moe I could declare To occupie thy pen if Tully were thy name That wanting Tyme I am compeld to spare Behold Sir Phoebus doth confesse the