brest She was full wearie of her watch and greeued with her child She rocked it and rated it till that on her it smilde Then did she say now haue I found this prouerb true to proue The falling out of faithfull freends reliuing is of loue Then tooke I paper penne and ynke this prouerb for to write In regester for to remaine of such a worthy wight As she proceeded thus in song vnto her little bratt Much matter vttered she of waight in place whereas she satt And proued plaine there was no beast nor creature bearing life Could well be knowne to liue in loue without discord and strife Then kissed she her little babe and sware by God aboue The falling out of faithfull freendes renuing is of loue She sayd that neither king ne prince ne lord could liue aright Vntill their puissance they did proue their manhood and their might When manhood shall be matched so that feare can take no place Then weary workes make warriours eche other to embrace And leaued their force that failed them which did consume the rout That might before haue liued their time and nature out Then did she sing as one that thought no man could her reproue The falling out of faithfull freendes renuing is of loue She sayd she saw no fishe ne foule nor beast within her haunt That mett a straunger in their kind but could giue it a taunt Since fleshe might not endure but rest must wrath succeede And force the fight to fall to play in pasture where they feede So noble nature can well ende the worke she hath begone And bridle well that will not cease her tragedy in some Thus in song she oft reherst as dyd her well behoue The falling out of faithfull freendes is the renuing of loue I meruaile much pardy quoth she for to behold the route To see man woman boy beast to tosse the world about Some kneele sōe crouch sōe beck some chek some cā smothly smile And some embrace others in arme and there thinke many a wile Some stand aloufe at cap and knee some humble and some stoute Yet are they neuer freendes in deede vntill they once fall out Thus ended she her song and sayd before she did remoue The falling out of faithfull freendes is the renuing of loue FJNJS M. Edwards 51. Thinke to dye THe life is long which lothsomely doth last The dolefull dayes draw slowly to their date The present pangues and painfull plagues forepast Yeeldes griefe aye greene to stablish this estate So that I feele in this great storme and strife That death is sweete that shortneth such a life And by the stroke of this strange ouerthrowe All which conflict in thraldome I was thrust The Lord be praised I am well taught to know From whence man came and eke whereto he must And by the way vpon how feeble force His terme doth stand till death doth end his course The pleasant yeeres that seemes so sweetely ronne The merry dayes to ende so fast that fleete The ioyfull wightes of which dayes drawes so sone The happy howres which moe do misse then meete Do all consume as snowe against the Sunne And death makes end of all that life begunne Since death shall dure till all the world be wast What meaneth man to dreade death then so sore As man might make that life should alway last Without regard the Lord hath ledde before The daunce of death which all must runne on rowe The hower wherein onely himselfe doth knowe If man would minde what burdens life doth bring What greeuous crimes to God he doth commit What plagues what perill thereby spring With no sure hower in all his dayes to sit He would sure thinke as with great cause I doe The day of death is happier of the two Death is the doore whereby we draw to ioy Life is the lake that drowneth all in payne Death is so dole it seaseth all away Life is so leude that all it yeeldes is vayne And as by life in bondage man is brought Euen so by death is freedome likewise wrought Wherefore with Paule let all men wish and pray To be dissolued of this foule fleshly masse Or at the least be armd against the day That they be found good souldiers prest to passe From life to death from death to life againe And such a life as euer shall remaine FINIS D. S. 51. If thou desire to liue in quiet rest geue eare and see but say the best If thou delight in quietnes of life Desire to shunne from brales debate and strife To liue in loue with god with freend and foe In rest shalt sleepe when others cannot so Giue eare to all yet doo not all beleeue And see the end and then do sentence geeue But say for truth of happy liues assinde The best hath he that quiet is in minde FJNJS M. Hunnis 52. Being forsaken of his freend he complaineth VVHy should I linger long to liue In this disease of fantasie Since fortune doth not cease to giue Thinges to my minde most contrarie And at my ioyes doth lowre and frowne Till she hath turned them vpsidowne A freend I had to me most deere And of long time faithfull and iust There was no one my hart so neere Nor one in whom I had more trust Whom now of late without cause why Fortune hath made my enemy The grasse me thinkes should grow in skie The starres vnto the earth cleaue fast The water streame should passe awrie The windes should leaue their strength of blast The Sunne and Moone by one assent Should both forsake the firmament The fishe in ayre should slye with finne The foules in floud should bring forth fry All thinges methinkes should erst beginne To take their course vnnaturally Afore my freend should alter so Without a cause to be my foe But such is Fortunes hate I say Such is his will on me to wreake Such spite he hath at me alway And ceasseth not my hart to breake With such despite of crueltie Wherefore then longer liue should I. FINIS E. S. 54. Prudens The history of Damacles Dionise VVHo so is set in princely throne and craueth rule to beare Is still beset on euery side with perill and with feare High trees by stormy windes are shakt and rent vp from the ground And flashly flackes of lightning flames on turrets do rebound When little shrubs in safetie lurke in couert all alowe And freshly florish in their kind what euer wind doe blowe The cruel king of Scisili who fearing Barbars hands Was wont to sludge his beard himself with cole and fire brands Hath taught vs this the proofe whereof full plainly we may see Was neuer thing more liuely touched to shewe it so to bee This king did seeme to Damacles to be the happiest wight Because he thought none like to him in power or in might Who did alone so farre excell the rest in his degree As doth the Sunne in brightnes cleare the darkest starre
now heaues to heauen now sinckes againe to hel Thus change in euery thing we see And nothing constant seemes to be Who floweth most in worldly wealth of wealth is most vnsure And he that cheefely tastes of ioy doth sometime woe endure Who vaunteth most of numbred freendes forgoe them al he must The fairest flesh and liuelest bloud is turnd at length to dust Experience giues a certen ground That certen here is nothing found Then trust to that which aye remaines the blisse of heauens aboue Which Time nor Fate nor Wind nor Storme is able to remoue Trust to that sure celestiall rocke that restes in glorious throne That hath bene is and must be still our anker hold alone The world is but a vanitie In heauen seeke we our suretie FINIS F. K. 44. A Vertuous Gentlewoman in the praise of hir loue J Am a Virgin faire and free and freely doe reioyce I sweetely warble sugred notes from siluer voyce For which delightfull ioyes yet thanke I curtesie loue By whose almighty power such sweete delights I proue I walke the pleasant fieldes adornd with liuely greene And view the fragrant flowers most louely to be seene The purple Columbine the Couslippe and the Lillie The Violet sweete the Daizie and Daffadillie The Woodbines on the hedge the red Rose the white And eche fine flowres els that rendreth sweete delight Among the which I choose all those of seemeliest grace In thought resembling them to my deare louers face His louely face I meane whose golden flouring giftes His euer liuing Fame to loftie skie vpliftes Whom louing me I loue onely for vertues sake When vertuously to loue all onely care I take Of al which fresh faire flowres the flower that doth appeare In my conceit most like to him I hold so deare I gather it I kisse it and eke deuise with it Such kind of louely speach as is for louers fit And then of all my flowres I make a garland fine With which my golden wyer heares togither I do twine And sette it on my head so taking that delight That I would take had I my louer still in sight For as in goodly flowres mine eyes great pleasure finde So are my louers giftes most pleasant to my minde Vpon which vertuous giftes I make more sweete repast Then they that for loue sportes the sweetest ioyes do tast FJNJS F. K. 45. Oppressed with sorrow he wisheth death JF Fortune may enforce the carefull hart to cry And griping griefe constraine the wounded wight lament Who then alas to mourne hath greater cause then I Against whose hard mishap both Heauen and earth is bent For whom no helpe remaines for whom no hope is left From whom all happy hap is fled and pleasure quite bereft Whose life naught can prolong whose health naught can procure Whose passed proofe of pleasant ioy Mischaunce hath chaunged to griefes anoy And loe whose hope of better day Is ouer whelmd with long delay Oh hard mishap Ech thing I plainly see whose vertues may auaile To ease the pinching paine which gripes the groning wight By Phisicks sacred skill whose rule doth seldome faile Through labours long inspect is plainly brought to light I know there is no fruite no leafe no roote no rind No hearbe no plant no iuyce no gumme no metal deepely mind No Pearle no precious stone ne Iemme of rare effect Whose vertues learned Gallens bookes at large do not detect Yet all their force can not appease The furious fittes of my disease For any drugge of phisickes art Can ease the greefe that gripes my hart Oh strange disease I heare the wise affirme that Nature hath in store A thousand secrete salues which Wisedome hath out found To coole the scorching heate of euery smarting sore And healeth deepest scarce though greeuous be the wound The auncient prouerbe sayes that none so festred greefe Doth grow for which the gods themselues haue not ordayned releefe But I by proofe do know such prouerbes to be vaine And thinke that nature neuer knew the plague that I sustaine And so not knowing my distresse Hath left my greefe remedilesse For why the heauens for me prepare To liue in thought and dye in care Oh lasting paine By chaunge of ayre I see by hant of healthfull soyle By diet duely kept grose humors are expeld I know that greefes of mind and inwarde hartes turmoyle By faithfull freendes aduise in time may be repeld Yet all this naught auailes to kill that me anoyes I meane to stop these flouds of care that ouerflow my ioyes No none exchange of place can change my lucklesse lot Like one I liue and so must die whom Fortune hath forgot No counsell can preuaile with mee Nor sage aduise with greefe agree For he that feeles the panges of hell Can neuer hope in heauen to dwell Oh deepe despaire What liues on earth but I whose trauaile reapes no gaine The wearied Horse and Oxe install and stable rest The Ante with sommers toyle beares out the winters paine The fowle that flyes all day at night returnes to rest The Ploughmans weary worke amid the winters mire Rewarded is with sommers gaine which yeeldes him double hire The silly labouring soule which drudges from day to day At night his wages truely payd contented goth his way And comming home his drowsie head He cowcheth close in homely bed Wherein no sooner downe he lyes But sleepe hath straight possest his eyes Oh happy man The Souldier biding long the brunt of mortall warres Where life is neuer free from dint of deadly foyle At last comes ioyfull home though mangled all with scarres Where frankly voyde of feare he spends the gotten spoyle The Pirate lying long amid the foming floods With euery flaw in hazard is to loose both life and goods At length findes view of land where wished Porte he spies Which once obtained among his mates he partes the gotten prise Thus euery man from trauaile past Doth reape a iust reward at last But I alone whose troubled minde In seeking rest vnrest doth finde Oh lucklesse lotte Oh cursed caitife wretch whose heauy hard mishappe Doth wish ten thousand times that thou hadst not ben borne Since fate hath thee condemned to liue in sorrowes lappe Where waylings waste thy life of all redresse forlorne What shall thy griefe appease who shall thy torment stay Wilt thou thy selfe with murthering hands enforce thy owne decay No farre be thou from me my selfe to stoppe my breath The gods forbid whom I beseech to worke my ioyes by death For lingring length of lothsome life Doth stirre in me such mortall strife That whiles for life and death I cry In death I liue and liuing dye Oh froward fate Loe here my hard mishap loe here my strange disease Loe here my deepe dispaire loe here my lasting paine Loe here my froward fate which nothing can appease Loe here how others toyle rewarded is with gaine While lucklesse loe I liue in losse of labours due Compeld by
stands at like stay Obscurely to consume away And last when humane force was none could part our loue wherin we liued My ladies life alas is gon most cruel death hath it bereued Whose vertues her to God hath wonne And left me here a man vndone FINIS F. G. 31. A worthy ditie song before the Queenes Maiestie at Bristowe MIstrust not troth that truely meanes for euery ielous freke Instead of wrōg cōdemne not right no hiddē wrath to wreke Looke on the light of fault lesse life how bright her vertues shine And measure out her steppes each one by leuel and by line Deeme eche desert by vpright gesse wherby your praise shall liue If malice would be match with might let hate no iudgement giue Enforce no feare with wresting wittes in quiet conscience brest Lend not your eares to busie tongues which breedeth much vnrest In doubtfull drifts wade not to farre it weries but the mind Seeke not to search the secret harts whose thoughts are hard to find Auoide from you those hateful heads that helpes to heape mishap Be slow to heare the flatterers voice that creepeth in your lap Embrace their loue that wills you good and sport not at their praise Trust not too much vnto your selfe for feeble are your stayes How can your seate be setled faste or stand on stedfast ground So propped vp with hollow harts whose surety is vnsound Giue faith to those that feare for loue and not that loue for feare Regard not them that force compels to please you euery where All this well waid and borne away shall stablish long your state Continually with perfect peace in spite of puffing hate FINIS D. S. 32. An Epitaph vpon the death of Sir Edward Saunders Knight Lord chiefe Baron of the Exchequer YOu Muses weare your mourning weeds strike on the fatal Drome Sound Triton out the trumpe of fame in spite of Parcas dome Distill Parnassus pleasant drops possesse Pierides place Apollo helpe with dolefull tune to waile this wofull case Wring hard your hands waile on your losse lament the fate that fell With sobs and sighes to Saunders say oh Saunders now farewell Whom Phaebus fed with Pallas pappe as one of Sibils seede Loe here where death did rest his corps the vermine foule to feede Whom Impes of Joue with Necter sweete long in Libethres noursht Behold how dreadful death him brought to that whence he came first Lycurgus he for learned lawes Rhadamanthus race that ranne An other Nestor for aduise Zalucus fame that wanne A Damon deare vnto his freend in faith like Phocion found A Cato that could counsell giue to prince a subiect found Not Athens for their Solon sage not Rome for Numa waile As we for Saunders death haue cause in fods of teares to saile Nor Sparta card for Chilos death ne proud Prienua prest To weepe for Bias as we wayle for Saunders late possest His learned pathes his talentes rare so now by death appeares As he that Salomon sought to serue in prime and youthfull yeeres His counsel sad his rules his lawes in country soyle so wrought As though in Cuma he had ben of sage Sibilla taught His vertuous life was such I say as Vertue did embrace By Vertue taught in Vertues schoole to grow in vertues race Might tender babes might orphāts weak might widows rere that cry The sound thereof should pearce the cloudes to skale the empire sky To bid the gods to battel bend and to dissend in sight Though farre vnfit and mates vnmeete with mortal men to fight Too late alas we wish his life to soone deceiued vs Death Too little wit we haue to seeke the dead agayne to breath What helplesse is must carelesse be as Natures course doth shewe For death shal reape what life hath sowen by nature this we know Where is that fierce Achilles sled where is king Turnus shroude What is become of Priamus state where is Periander proude Hector Hanno Hanibal dead Pompei Pirrhus spild Scipio Cirus Caesar slaine and Alexander kild So long there Fortune fast did floe and charged Fame to sound Till frowning Fortune foyld by face which fawning fortune found Shun Fortunes feates shake fortune of to none is fortune sound Sith none may say of Fortune so I Fortune faithfull found Beholde where Fortune flowed so fast and fauoured Saunders lure Tiliffckle Fortune false again did Saunders death procure Lo clothed could in cloddes of clay in drossy dust remaine By fate returnd frō whence he came to his mothers wombe againe Who welnigh thirtie yeeres was Iudge before a Iudge dyd fall And iudged by that mighty Iudge which Iudge shall iudge vs all The heauens may of right reioyce and earth may it bewayle Sith heauen wan and earth hath lost the guide and arke of vaile There gaine is much our losse is great their mirth our mone is such That they may laugh as cause doo yeeld we may weepe as much O happy he vnhappy we his hap doth aye encrease Happy he and haplesse we his hap shall neuer cease We liue to die he dyed to liue we want and he possest We bide in bands he bathes in blisse the Gods aboue him blest Being borne to liue he liued to dye and dyed to God so plaine That birth that life that death doo shew that he shall liue againe His youth to age his age to death his death to fame applied His fame to time his time to God thus Saunders liued and dyed O happy life O happier death O tenne times happy he Whose hap it was such hap to haue a Iudge this age to be Oh ioyfull time oh blessed soyle where Pallas rules with witte O noble state O sacred seate where Saba sage dooth sitte Like Susan sound like Sara sad with Hesters mace in hand With Judiths sword Bellona like to rule this noble land I had my will you haue your wish I laugh reioyce you may I wan now much you gaine no lesse to see this happy day Wherein I dyed wherein you liue Oh treble happy cost Wherein I ioyed in glory great wherein you triumph most Knele on your knes knock hard your brests soūd forth the ioyful drome Clap loude your handes sound Eccho say the golden world is come Reioyce you Iudges may of right your mirth may now be such As neuer earst you Iudges had in England mirth so much Here Cuma is here Sibill raignes on Delphos seate to sitte Here shee like Phaebus rules that can Gordius knot vnknitte I liued to nature long ynough I liued to honour much I liued at wish I died at will to see my country such As neither needes it Numas lawes nor yet Apollos sweard For Mauger Mars yet Mars shal be of this our Queene afeard O peerlesse pearle O Diamōd deer O Queene of Queenes farwell Your royall maiestie God preserue in England long to dwell Farwell the Phaenix of the world farwel my soueraigne Queene Farwel most noble vertuous prince Mineruas mate I weene No Iuel
In youth I rangde the feeldes where vices all did growe In youth alas I wanted grace such vice to ouerthrowe In youth what I thought sweete most bitter now do finde Thus hath the follies of my youth with folly kept me blind Yet as the Egle castes her bill whereby her age renueth So Lorde with mercy doe forgiue the follies of my youth FJNJS M. Hunnis No pleasure without some paine HOw can the tree but wast and wither away That hath not sometime comfort of the Sunne How can that flower but fade and soone decay That alwayes is with darke cloudes runne Is this a life nay death you may it call That feeles eche paine and knoweth no ioy at all What foodlesse beast can liue long in good plight Or is it life where sences there be none Or what auaileth eyes without their light Or els a tongue to him that is alone Is this a life nay death you may it call That feeles eche paine and knowes no ioy at all Whereto serue eares if that there be no sound Or such a head where no deuise doth growe But all of plaintes since sorrow is the ground Whereby the hart doth pine in deadly woe Is this a life nay death you may it call That feeles eche paine and knowes no ioy at all FINIS L. Vaux The fruite of feined friendes JN choise of frends what hap had I to chuse one of cirēs kind whose harp whose pipe whos melody could fede my ears make me blind Whose pleasant voice made me forget that in sure trust is great deceit In trust I see is treason founde and man to man deceitfull is And whereas treasure doth abound of flatterers there doe not misse Whose painted speach outward show do seme as frends be not so Would I haue thought in thee to be the nature of the Crocadill Which if a mā a slepe may see with bloudy thirst desires to kill And then with teares a while gan weepe the death of him thus slaine a sleepe O fauel false thou traitor born what mischief more might thou deuise Then thy deare frend to haue in scorne him to woūd in sundry wise Which still a frende pretends to be and are not so by proofe I see Fie fie vpon such trecherie W. H. If such false Shippes doe haunt the shore Strike downe the saile and trust no more M. Edwards A dialogue betweene a Gentleman and his Loue. A. SHall I no way winne you to graunt my desire B. What woman will graunt you the thing you require A. You onely to Loue me is all that I craue B. You onely to leaue me is all I would haue A. My deare alas now say not so B. To Loue you best I must say no A. Yet will I not flitt B. then play on the bitt B. I will B. doe still A. yet kill not B. I will not A. Make me your man B. beshrewe me than A. The swifter I followe then you flie away B. Swift haukes in their flying oft tymes misse their pray A. Yet some killeth deadly that flie to the marke B. You shall touche no feather thereof take no carke A. Yet hope shall further my desire B. You blowe the coales and raise no fire A. Yet will I not flitt B. then play on the bitt B. I will B. doe still A. yet kill not B. I will not A. Make me your man B. beshrewe me than A. To loue is no daunger where true Loue is ment B. I will Loue no ranger least that I repent A. My Loue is no raunger I make God auow B. To trust your smothe sayings I sure knowe not how A. Most truth I meane as time shall well trie B. No truth in men I ofte espie A. Yet will I not flitt B. then play on the bitt B. I will B. doe still A. yet kill not B. I will not A. Make me your man B. beshrewe me than A. Some women may say nay and meane Loue most true B. Some women can make fooles of as wise men as you A. In tyme I shall catche you I knowe when and where B. I will soone dispatche you you shall not come there A. Some speedes at length that ofte haue miste B. I am well armde come when you liste A. Yet will I not flitt B. then play on the bitt A. I will B. doe still A. yet kill not B. I will not A. Make me your man B. beshrewe me than A. Yet worke your kinde kindly graunt me Loue for Loue B. I will vse you friendly as I shall you proue A. Most true you shall finde me I this doe protest B. Then sure you shall binde me to graunt your request A. O happie threede now haue I spunne B. You sing before the conquest wonne A. Why then will you swarue B. euen as you deserue A. Loue still B. I will A. yet kill not B. I will not A. Make me your man B. come to me than FJNJS M. Edwards Exclaiming vpon his vnkind Loue his friend replieth wittely M. VVHat death may bee compared to Loue H. What griefe therein now doest thou proue M. My paines alas who can expresse H. I see no cause of heauinesse M. My Ladies lookes my woe hath wrought H. Then blame thine eyes that first hath sought M. I burne alas and blowe the fire H. A foole consumes by his desire M. What shall I doe than H. come out and thou can M. Alas I die H. what remedie M. My sugred sweete is mixed with gall H. Thy Ladie can not doe with all M. The more I seeke the lesse I finde H. Then striue not with the streame and wind M. Her most I loue although I smarte H. With her owne sworde thou slaiest thy hart M. Such pleasaunt baites who can refraine H. Such baites will sure breede thee great paine M. What shall I doe than H. Come out and thou can M. Alas I die H. what remedie M. Her golden beames mine eyes doe daze H. Vpon the Sunne thou maiest not gaze M. She might reward my cruell smarte H. She thinkes thou hardst a fained harte M. She laughes to heare my wofull cries H. Forsake her then in tyme be wise M. No no alas that may not bee H. No wise man then will pitie thee M. What shall I doe than H. come out and thou can M. Alas I die H. what remedie M. A liuyng death loe thus I proue H. Such are the fruites of froward Loue M. O that I might her Loue once gaine H. Thy gaine would not halfe quite the paine M. Her will I Loue though she be coye H. A foole him selfe will still annoye M. Who will not die for suche a one H. Bee wise at length let her alone M. I can not doe so H. then be thy owne fo M. Alas I die H. what remedie FJNJS E. S. The complaint of a Louer wearing Blacke and Taunie A Crowne of Bayes shall that man weare That triumphes ouer mee For Blacke and Taunie will I weare Which
So must I flie of loue the vayne pursute Whereof the gaine is lesser then the fruite And I also must lothe those learing lookes Where loue doth lurke still with his subtle sleight With painted mocks and inward hidden hookes To trappe by trust that lieth not in wayte The end whereof assay it who so shall As sugred smart and inward bitter gall And I must flie such Cirian songs Wherewith thac Circes Vlisses did enchaunt These wilie Wattes I meane with filed tongues That hartes of steele haue power to daunt Who so as Hauke that stoopeth to their call For most desarte receiueth least of all But woe to me that firste behelde these eyes The trappe wherein I say that I was tane An outward salue which inward me destroyes Whereto I runne as Rat vnto her bane As to the fishe sometime it doth befall That with the bayte doth swallow hooke and all Within my brest wherewith I dayly fedde The vayne repast of amourous hote desyre With loytering lust so long that hath me fed Till he hath brought me to the flaming fyre In tyme as Phenix endes her care and carkes I make the fire and burne my selfe with sparkes FJNIS L. Vaux Bethincking himselfe of his end writeth thus WHen I behold the baier my last and posting Horse That bare shall to the graue my vile and carren corse Then say I seely wretche why doest thou put thy trust In things eithe made of clay that soone will turne to dust Doest thou not see the yong the hardy and the fayre That now are past and gone as though they neuer were Doest thou not see thy selfe draw howerly to thy last As shaftes which that is shotte at byrdes that flieth fast Doest thou not see how death through smyteth with his launce Some by warre some by plague and some by worldly chaunce What thing is there on earth for pleasure that was made But goeth more swift away then doth the Sommer shade Loe heare the Sommer flower that sprong this other day But Wynter weareth as fast and bloweth cleane away Euen so shalt thou consume feom youth to lothsome age For death he doth not spare the prince more then the page Thy house shal be of clay a clotte vnder thy head Vntill the latter day the graue shall be thy bed Vntill the blowing tromp doth say to all and some Rise vp out of your graue for now the Iudge is come FJNJS L. Vaux Being in loue he complayneth ENforst by loue and feare to please and not offende Within the wordes you would me write a message I must sende A wofull errand sure a wretched man must write A wretched tale a wofull head besemeth to indite For what can he but wayle that hath but all he would And yet that all is nought at all but lack of all he should But lack of all his minde what can be greater grefe That haue and lack that likes him best must needes be most mischief Now foole what makes thee wayle yet some might say full well That haste no harme but of thy self as thou thy self canst tell To whome I aunswere thus since all my harmes doe grow Vpon my self so of my selfe some happe may come I trow And since I see hoth hap and harme betides to me For present woe my after blisse will make me not forget thee Who hath a field of Golde and may not come therein Must liue in hope till he haue force his treasure well to winne Whose ioyes by hope of dread to conquere or to lose So great a wealth doth rise and for example doth disclose To winne the golden Fleese stoode Iason not in dread Till that Medeas hope of health did giue him hope to speede Yet sure his mynde was much and yet his feare the more That hath no happe but by your helpe may happe for to restore The raging Bulles he dread yet by his Ladies charme He knew it might be brought to passe they could doe little harm Vnto whose grace yeeld he as I doe offer me Into your handes to haue his happe not like him for to be But as King Priamus did yeeld him to the will Of Cressed false which him forsooke with Diomede to spill So I to you comend my fayth and eake my ioy I hope you will not be so false as Cressed was to Troy For if I be vntrue her Lazares death I wish And eake in thee if thou be false her clapper and her dish FINIS R. L. Being in trouble he writeth thus IN terrours trappe with thralldome thrust Their thornie thoughtes to taste and trie In conscience cleare from cause vniust With carping teares did call and crie And sayd O God yet thou art he That canne and will deliuer me Bis. Thus trembling there with teares I trod To totter tide in truthes defence With sighes and sobbes I sayd O God Let right not haue this recompence Least that my foes might laugh to se That thou wouldest not deliuer me Bis. My soule then to repentaunce ranne My ragged clothes all rent and torne And did bewayle the losse it wanne With lothsome life so long forlorne And sayd O God yet thou art he That can and will deliuer me Bis. Then comfort came with clothes of ioy Whose seames were faithfull steadfastnesse And did bedecke the naked boy That earst was full of wretchednesse And sayd be glad for God is hee That shortly will deliuer thee Biss FJNJS W. H. Being troubled in minde he writeth as followeth THe bitter sweate that straines my yeelded harte The carelesse count that doth the same imbrace The doubtfull hope to reape my due desarte The pensiue path that guides my restlesse race Are at such warre within my wounded brest As doeth bereaue my ioy and eake my rest My greedy will that seekes the golden gayne My luckelesse lotte doth alway take in wroth My mated minde that dreades my sutes in vayne My pittious playnt doth helpe to set it forth So that betweene two waues of raging Seas I driue my dayes in troubles and disease My wofull eyes doe take their cheefe delight To feede their fill vpon the pleasaunt maze My hidden harmes that grow in me by sight With pining paines doe driue me from the gaze And to my hope I reape no other hyre But burne my self and I doe blow the fire FINJS I. Haywood Looke or you leape IF thou in surety safe wile sit If thou delight at rest to dwell Spende no more wordes then shall seeme fitte Let tongue in silence talke expell In all thinges that thou seest men bent See all say nought hold thee content In worldly workes degrees are three Makers doers and lookers on The lookers on haue libertie Both the others to iudge vpon Wherefore in all as men are bent See all say naught hold thee content The makers oft are in fault found The doers doubt of praise or shame The lookers on finde surest ground They haue the fruite yet free from blame This doth perswade in all