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A03755
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H. His deuises, for his owne exercise, and his friends pleasure
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Howell, Thomas, fl. 1568-1581.
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1581
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STC 13875; ESTC S113292
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offence and graunt this póore request To tell if ayre maye alter gréefe or where like luck betide Thy selfe that vnder Country Hauens doste seeke thy selfe to hide And if loue bée what thing it is if not what moues my paine Good Nedham wryte or come in haste and I shall wryte againe ¶ H. To his mishap THe Gallie slaue that stirres the fléeting Ore In foming Seas to cut the mounting waue With heauie chéere doth wish the gladsome shore In hope that ende his thraldome then shall haue Or else doth hope amidst his pyning wo That ship will sinke and ende his trauell so The sickly wight whom Feuers pinche full sore With gasping breath and panting hart in bed And yéelds himselfe content with Natures lore Reuoltes againe who was by hope misled If vitall breath yet chaunce to fayle him than Now past his paine becomes a happy man An ende of woes these séelie folke obtayne An ende of thrals at length by â—â—â—â—â—â—es they finde Deuoyde of cares and I as wretch remayne To whom aliue the Gods aboue assignde That lyuing yet a thousande times should dye And long time dead vnburied yet should lye ¶ Falsyfying of Fayth breedes many complaynts MY idle head retaynes the busie hope My gasing eye giues ouer her desyre My reaching hand would after fauor grope My legs yéelde vp and leaue me in the myre Tis light t'outrunne but not to outread the wise Thus finde I strife to hinder my deuise The time too shorte to weare so spéedie gréefe I still pursue that shunnes my wylling holde Skill is to weake to yéelde my woe reléefe My cares lyke clowds infect my hart with colde So that if heat should melt so cruell frost My heart were drownde and all the loue were lost Betwéene two Adamants of equall weyght I am the péece of yron to beholde Wythout desert loe I am made the baight Denide the ioy that my desyres wolde My taste of loue is lost as you may gesse That know how Sickmen sauour bitternesse Who would his will must beare the bitter lot The Faucons foote distraynth the Princes hande When loue was made his eyes were quite forgot The highest towers in greatest danger stande O slipper holde that for a silly eye Can finde no peace but euer séekes to die Die and doe all the wretched traine of loue To know the torment of my boyling smarte Her might on me pore man she ment to prooue Whom I had thought should heale my wounded harte O cruell penance to my pore desyre In such great heat to bring me to the fyre ¶ To his Song sent to his Mistresse SOng in the swéete place Where as my Ladie was walking Thinke if thou shouldst stande She would reach outher hande wylling Touch not her tendernesse Stoupe to her statelinesse hie thée Spirite without carkesse Mercurie bodilesse ply thée Tell her I will come Knowing not howe soone spéede well Loue may no let haue This is all I craue farewell ¶ A Poesie THe streaming stormes that fast on me doe flowe The secrete sighes that waste my wofull breast The Isie colde I feele like flakes of Snowe The hidden harmes that bréede my great vnteast By Fancies force doe cause such troublous tyde That shyp nowe shakes which late in roade did ryde ¶ Aunswere WHere reason rules affections fonde doe flye And bewties beames 〈◊〉 bittirnesse may bréede Where wisdome will by vertues skill doth lye Cupidos flames are quenched forth with spéede Let reason then thy will by wisedome guyde So shalt thou safely shunne this stormie tyde ¶ The vanitie of rytches THe stately Pallace Princely plasse the hoorde of glyttering Golde The Patrimony large of landes cannot from sicknesse holde Nor can they cure the crased corps or deck the minde at all Golde is the Father to the Flock of Flatterers by lotte It is the summe of griefe or woe who hath or hath it not For who it hath he quakth in feare least Fortune robbe his thrifte Who hath it not laments because he knowes not how to shifte Wherfore of ritch or poore I iudge as wisedome smale I hente In best estate is he with his that liues with minde content ¶ Discorde makes weake what concorde left strong THe quyet pawse that silente night Doth bring from trauayles past Of daye no sooner had by sleight A nuumber on me cast But in my sléepe there did appeare Sixe sauadge men in mosse and haire A Fagot bounde the foremost wight Me thought in hande did beare Which ioyntly and alone through might All sought to breake and teare Yet still in vaine their strength they tryde Eche parte to other was so tyde Till wresting long a stick at last One forth by sleight doth wring Whereby the Bundell knitte so fast A sunder soone they fling Then eche a seuerde péece doth spoyle Which late conioynde no force could foyle This done me séemde they vanishte quite And there my Dreame did ende Yet so amazed with the sight That out a sighe I sende I curst the frawde that friends defast Whose broken bande eche harme doth hast The wrack of Realmes hereby is wrought The force of Foes increast The spoyle of famous Princes sought And right by wrong supprest Foule fall therefore the guyde of those That friendships bande doe séeke to lose And happy they that doe restraine Their eares to heare when Syrens faine ¶ Of one that came to borrow money IN loane what losse I want and would Two Gods I bring to entreate for Golde Perswasion may procure the thing That force would vndertake to bring ¶ Aunswere THe losse of Friends by bringing home againe Such Interest I séeke not so to gleane Two Goddesses to match your Gods there be Inopie and Impossibilitie ¶ Truth feareth no tryall THe Muses calde a Courte of late Wherein they déemde of sundry déedes To scan eche cause in seate they sate The summond péere and law procéedes The truth they sought of all mens harts And déemde of eche by his desarts So some were saude and some I sawe Condemde to dye by Justice might Among the which by course of lawe Approcht to barre a worthy wight Whome festred Enuy sought to spoyle By forged lyes his fayth to foyle Upon whose talke he was araynde Holde vp thy hande quoth Doubt by name Thou art accused to haue staynde Thy credite and thy fayth with shame And briefe to be by verdite iuste Condemde thou art for thine vntruste To whom the Captiue gan reply I graunt if this be prooued true That I well worthy am to dye And here I craue no more of you But perfite triall of my case The guiltie onely pleads for grace A Queste was then impanelde newe And his accusers calde in sight Suspition did the sute pursue He was indited by Despite The Muses nowe with all the rest Made Conscience foreman of the quest Wherewith Suspition fled for feare Despite durst not maintaine his sute The cause was calde the captiue cleare Thus did the last the fyrst confute And