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A18744	A light bondell of liuly discourses called Churchyardes charge presented as a Newe yeres gifte to the right honourable, the Earle of Surrie, in whiche bondell of verses is sutche varietie of matter, and seuerall inuentions, that maie bee as delitefull to the reader, as it was a charge and labour to the writer, sette forthe for a péece of pastime, by Thomas Churchyarde Gent.; Churchyardes charge	Churchyard, Thomas, 1520?-1604.	1580 (1580)	STC 5240; ESTC S105030	25,886	45

woords mak● fooles full fain When prince nor countrey made no count of hym nor of his car● And none of bothe would help hym home of who he soughe for grace For whom and for their cause alone in enemies hands he fell And for their right to warrs he went as all men knowes full well And loste his blood for their defence and for their quarell fought And for the same full slenderly lookte to and set at nought When he his duetie to his powre did eury daie and yere Sutche vnkinde gwerdon had receiu'd as well before you here He saied let Marcus Regulus in same of Romains stande Whiche kept his othe and did retourne againe to Carthage lande If Tullie were a liue to write his praises more at full Yet since I scapt my enmies hands at home abide I wull He should not me perswade to goe where nought but death is found My countrey cares not for my life then why should I be bound To toies or any other bande that I haue power to breake Whiche I was forced by my foe in persone for to speake And for the hope of countries helpe and freends that there I had In any sort to please my foes I was bothe faine and glad Not mindyng if my countrey would release me from his hande To breake good order any whitte or violate my bande For iustice bids eche man doe right which God doeth know I ment But now a captiue yeeld my self it maie not me content For where that Tullie doeth affirme men ought ● keepe their othe Vnto their freends in eury point and to their enmies bothe And bryngeth Marcus Regulus example for thesame With other reasons many a one whiche were too long to name He shewed that the Senats all would hym haue staied at Rome And as in counsaill then thei satte their iugement and their doome Was that the prisners should be free whiche thei of Carthage held And he should staye full oft his freends this tale to hym thei teld Thei proffred helpe and offred still this Marcus to redeeme But Marcus for a further skill did little that esteeme I finde no succour hope nor aide then bounde why should I be More to my countrey in this case that countrey is to me These wordes this heauie man rehearst so bade the warrs adue And thought he would no raunsome paie for any thyng he knewe Wherefore from court he tournd his face and so an othe he swore As long as he his fiue witts had to come in court no more He kept that othe and cut his cote as clothe and measure wold And doune to Picarvie he comes some saied at thirtie yere old And for his lands and rents were small a maister lent he too Who vs'd his seruaunt not so well as maisters ought to doo He was not made out of that mould that his laste maister was These twoo in vertues were as like as Gold was vnto Glasse Vpon a daie alone he satte and saied these words right sadd Are soldiours cast at carts arse now that long faire words haue had Shall kyngs nere neede for helpe againe is fortune so their freende Haue thei a pattent of the Gods this peace shall neuer ende God graunt yet will I shift I trowe for on or happ shall faile And in the stormes my ship shall learne to beare a quiet saile And cleane forget braue daies agoe that fed my youthfull yeres Full glad that I haue gotten home and scape the s●rattyng Breers Of warrs and other worldly toiles adue I see their fine A wife shall now content my mynde suche as the Gods assigne A wooyng thus this haplesse man rode forthe not set to sale Thought none like hym in this his suite was meete to tell his tale And as the heauens had agreed the Planetts well were bent He sone descended from his horse and boldly in he went Where dwelt a sober widdowe then bothe wise and wifly too Late fallen sicke vnknowne to hym that tyme vnfitt to woo But her discretion was so greate and his behauiour bothe These straungers fell acqueinted thus if ye will knowe the trothe He faind an other ernd to make dissemblyng yet a space Till he might spie a better tyme to shewe her all his care So takyng leaue for freends he wrought to bryng this thing about In suche affaires some spake full faire that are full well to doubt For commonly men take no cars of others sutes for why Their profite as thei gesse themselfes in hindryng that maie ly Some promise helpe and see no gaine maye spring to them thereof Waxe cold and slowe for lacke of spurre and vse it as a scoffe An other sort with stingyng tongs saie maistres take good heede This man will sone your feathers pull and cast ye of at neede Will you that haue bothe wealth and ease to yong mens cursie stand And let an other maister be of that is in your hande Some seekyng rule of that she hath and fleecyng from her first Doe faune and flatter all the daie and guide her as thei liste And liue on her and hate her life and waite her death to see And well can please her while she liues her sectors for to be Suche instruments these widowes haue about them eury howre Perchance this man perceiu'd the like and had good cause to lowre But as he knewe the fatall chance of things comes from aboue So he began and sought to knowe the fine of all his loue And found a daie full apt therefore at large thesame he told And flatly this her aunswere was she neuer marrie would If no newe thoughts fell in her minde whereof no doubt she made Except she chose a wealthie man that had a grounded trade To liue and had a hourd of gold to keepe them bothe from dette Good sir quod she on riches sure my minde is fully sette I can with ritches vertues make vertue with want is bare I praie you come no more at me thus answerd now ye are I would be lothe to hold you on with wordes and meane in deede That neither you for all your sute nor any yet shall speede He hearyng this hangde doune the hedde and smilde to cloke his woe A worde or twoo he after spake and parted euen so The waie he rode he curst hym self for cruell death he cried And saied oh wretche thou liuest to long to long here doest thou bide Not onely for this froward happ but for all other chance At any tyme thou tookst in hande thy self for to aduaunce Thy vertues ought if thei maie be serues thee no whit at all Thy learnyng stands thee in no steede thy trauell helps as small Thy knowledge sought in warrs abroad at home doth thee no good Thy lāgage is but laught at here where some would sucke thy blood Thy Poetts vaine and gift of penne that pleasurde thousandes long Hath now enough to doe to make of ther a wofull song Thy freends that long a winnyng were in court and

enmies all Whiche he did ●rudge in foule darke nights and so as happ did fall He scape a scourge and scouryng bothe and came where he desierd And finely had deceiu'd his foes what could be more requierd Yet long at home he 〈◊〉 not rest to warrs againe he went Where in greate seria●e sondrie tymes but half a yere he spent And loe his Deasmi● was so straunge he taken was againe And clapt vp closely for a spie and there to tell you plaine He was condemde to lose his hedde no other hope he sawe The daie drewe on of his dispatche to dye by Marciall lawe The people swarmyng in the streats and scaffold readie there A noble Dame his respi●● trau'd and spake for hym so feare That then the maister of the Campe his honest answere hard For whiche he came ●●credite streight and was at length prefard To right good roome and wages too then ritchly home he drewe And left the warrs and in greate heate he for a wife did sewe But haste makes waste an old prouerbe for he was w●●d in deede God sende all Soldiours in their age some better lucke at neede Now he be thought hym on the woords the widdowe tolde hym of Whiche long he held but as a ieast a scorne and merrie scoffe She saied that witte and wealth were good but who a wiuyng goes Must needs be sure of wealth before els he his sute shall lose For want but breeds mislikyng still and wit will decaue but woe In louers lomes where clothe is rackt as farre as threde will goe And whē the threede of wealth doeth breake let wit and wisedom too Doe what thei can to tie the threede the knot will sure vndoo The storie treats no more thereof yet therein maie you see That some haue vertues and good witte and yet vnluckie bee In winnyng wealth in worldly happs whiche common are of kinde To all and yet the vse thereof but to a fewe a sinde For some haue all their parents left all thei them selues can catche And tenne mens liuyngs in one hande and some haue nere a patche And some not borne to sixteene pence finde twentie waies to get By happe yet some as wise as thei no hande thereon maie sette I heard a white hoare hedded man in this opinion dwell That witte with wealth hap with witte would gree together wel But for to chuse the one alone he held that happ was beste He saied witte was a happie gifte but wealth made all the feaste Witte with the wise must companie keepe then cold oft is his chere Wealth hath companions eury where and banketts all the yere Wealth hath the waie the cappe and knee and twentie at his taile When witte hath nere a restyng place no more then hath a Snaile Wit is compeld to be a slaue to wealth and serue hym still Yet wealth is naked w tout witte nought worthe where lacketh skill But if that wealth maie match with hap then bid fine wit goe plea Our old Prouerbe is giuen me hap and cast me in the Sea Vnhappie must I iudge this man in sondrie sorts and waies Yet fortunate I call hym then in true report of praies The cheefest Iewell of our life is vertues la●de well won Whiche liu's within the other worlde when fame of this is doen FINIS ¶ Churchyardes farewell from the Courte the seconde yere of the Queenes Maiesties raigne THough Fortune casts me at her heele And lifts you vp vpon her wheele You ought not ioye in my ill happe Nor at my harms your hands to clapp For calmes maie come and skies maie cleare And I maie chaunge this mournyng cheare To gladsome thoughts and merrie looks Although you fishe with golden hooks And make the worlde bite at your baits And feede your selues with sweete consaits Myne anglyng maie at length amende My rodde it can bothe bowe and bende As causes falls for my behoofe I leaue you Courtiers in your ruffe I will goe liue with plainer menne And vse my booke and plie my penne Perhapps that I asmutche haue seen As thei that braues it on the Spleen Where Cannon roard and Dromme did sounde I did not learne to daunce a rounde And vaunte I maie my happe the woorse I haue with many a threede bare pursse Been glad to serue in Countries cause When you at home were pickyng strawes Since you did spite my doynges all And tosse from me the tennis ball By woords and woorks and priuie nipps A man maie saie beshrewe your lipps And vse a kinde of ridyng Rime To sutche as wooll not let me clime Where euery one would Apples sheake Though at the hiest the bowes are weake The Crowe bilds there full saffe ye wotte And neare the topp the fruite is gotte Well I full lowe must beare my sailes In climyng often footyng failes Watche you the ball at first rebounde So I maie stande on euen grounde And plaie at pleasure when I please I am not greeued at your ease Although that you with shiftyng braine Doe reape the profite of my paine And thrusts your hedds tweene hap and me Whose hands doe plucke the barke from tree So greate and greedie is your gripe You eate the fruite ere it be ripe And none maie feede but you a lone You can not spare a dogge a bone Ye cleaue together so like Burres Perhapps in winnyng of the Spurres You maie the horse and saddle lose When that her hedde whose vertue flowes Shall see the deepnesse of your sleight And sette your crooked dealyngs streight And all your painted sheathes espie And waie what stuffe in shadowes lye Thinke you she smiles not once a daie To see how many vices plaie Vppon the stage where matter lacks You doe no soner tourne your backs But greater laughyng riseth there Then at the baityng of a Beare Me thinke you chuse your shopp not well In Court your follies for to sell. That shopp stands full within the winde Or els so muche in peoples minde That if one fault be in your ware Tenne thousande eyes thereon doe stare And when thei finde a counterfeite Or see fine Merchaunts vse deseite Thei crie a loude wee smell a Ratte Some haue more witte within their hatte Then in their hedde that sells suche stuffe Well euery man vnto his ruffe And I into my coate of Frees For I in Courte can hiue no Bees The Home there is bought so deare I were as good with countrey cheare Sitte free in mynde and farre from stats And daiely matche me with my mats As waite emong the hautie breede Whose humourss are full hard to feede Where small is wonne and mutche is spent And needlesse hands doe stoppe the vent That well might serue a thousands tourne Tushe at the pricke to kicke and spourne I should but hurte my shinnes ye knowe From Court to Countrey will I goe With mutche ill happ and losse with all Now maie my boule to byas fall In alleys smothe where it maie roune I see in Court shines

price O blasyng starre that burnes like Eathna flame O fickle dames goe hide your hedds in holes Approche not nere where I doe Constance name Your dwellyngs are emong the dampned soles Goe girnyng girles and giglotts where ye luste Dame Constance sitts in glorie with the iuste FINIS ¶ Of one that f●unde falshed in felowship IF faithe take foile and plaine good will be loste Let fained loue seke Larks when Skie doeth fall If triall greate be made a double poste No practise seru's to shoffull Cards with all If waityng long can winne but cold reward Bid wilie witts goe warme his hands at fire If trothe want happ for toile and greate regade There is no hope that workeman shall haue hire If letters large but little likyng winne Your bablyng tongs in fine small boste shall make If seruice paste a sute must newe beginne Newe hangers on in haste their leaue maie take Since suertie shrinks and freendship smells of gile Adue badd worlde thy fauour lasts no while FINIS Written to a vertuous gentlewoman whose name is in the verses DEMe all my deedes by true desarts that sheweth eury frute And paise my woords and proue my woorks and so esteme my suite My trothe vntried bids me retire and bryngs me in dispaire Passe on saith hope good hap maie come the weather maie be faire Prease not to faste saieth Danger then for feare thy ●oote doe slide Of hastie speede greate harmes doe rise as often hath bin tried Repentance comes care men beware for want of perfite skill Therefore let reason rule the raine and wisedome master will Thus in myne hedde a battaill is betwene my hope and dre●d Hope pricks me forthe feare driu's me backe my fancie thus I feed Though hope be farre aboue my happ good lucke maie me aduance And this great warre maie be a peace as al things haue their chance The tossed shipp maie hauen it that anker holde hath none As rainie dropps by length of tyme maie pearce the Marble stone What fort or holde is halfe so strong that euer man could make But poulders force and Cannon blast can make it doune to shake The pelletts all that I must bryng vnfained faithe must be The ladder for to scale the walls is trothe when tried is he This aunswere maie the captaine make to whom my siege I laie Whose fort is wonne by sutche a sault or by none other waie With Ensigne spred and battrie set I hope to make a breache And trust to winne by suite at length that now is past my reache FINIS A sarewell to a fondlyng THe heate is past that did me fret The fire is out that Nature wrought The plants of loue whiche youth did set Are drie and dedde within my thought The Frost hath kilde the kindly sappe Whiche kept the harte in liuly state The sodaine stormes and thonder clappe Hath tourned loue to mortall hate The miste is gone that bleard myne eyes The lovnyng clouds I see appere Although the blinde eats many flies I would she knewe my sight is clere Her sweete disceiuyng flattryng face Did make me thinke the Crowe was white I muse how she had sutche a grace To seeme a Hauke and he a Kite Finis ¶ VVritten to the good Lorde Maior of London now in office called Sir Nicholas Woodroffe Knight THe tyme showes all as fire woorks waxe in tyme greate thyngs are doen Tyme weau's the web and wrought the flaxe that paine through tyme hath sponne Tyme must be sought tyme must be vsde tyme must be tempred well Els out of tyme in any sorte the tale is that we tell So tyme moues pen sturrs the muse that time had lulld a slepe To write of tyme and matter sutche as maie good credite kepe Then my good Lorde to former tyme I doe referre my verse And auncient yeres with elders daies that can great things reherse Tyme brought the sworde that eche one fears to rule the rurall sort Tyme wanne this Citie hye renowne and gatt it good report Time made the chosen Maior a knight and time did greater things For tyme made subiects loue the lawe and honour rightfull Kyngs Thus tyme was nours and mother bothe to chosen children here And tyme out worne takes life of trothe so showe●●●ke candle clere Whiche time my verse reuiu's againe and bringeth freshe to minde The tyme that long is paste before and thousandes left behinde For those that in this present tyme list looke on Elders daies Who in their tyme did some good deeds and reaped peoples praise As gwerdon for the tyme well spent and vertues right reward That giuen is to graffs of grace that God doeth mutche regard As tyme hath taught good men to rule and made the bad obaie So tyme hath rooted vp all weedes that made good flowers decaie This Citie claimes by tracte of tyme a stately Ciuill trade And is a Lampe or shinyng Sunne to Countries sillie shade For Ciuill maners here began and Order roote did take Whē sauage swaines in rubbishe soiles did ciuill life forsake Here wit throwe wisedome weldeth wealth worlde good tyme attends And God through trafficks toile paine a worlde of treasure sends Here states repaire and lawes are tried and noble customes shine Here dwells the Sages of the worlde and all the Muses nine The Court it self Innes of court where wit knowledge floes Haunts here as terme and time cōmands and people comes goes Here are Embastours feasted still and forraine kynges haue bin Here are the wheeles of publike state that bryngs the pagent in And here is now the Maiden toune that keepes her self so cleane That none can touche nor staine in trothe by any cause or meane Then here ought be no member left that maie infecte the reste Whip faultors hence and plage the worst and make but of the beste Let stubburne route be taught to worke bid paltrars packe awaie Giue Idell folke no lodgyng here cause wantons leaue their plaie Searche out the haunts of noughtie men break the nest of theues Yea plucke their liurey oer their eares and badges from their sleues That breeds misrule and rudenesse showes so shall the Ciuill seate As Lanterne to all Britaine lande remaine in honour greate Demaūde how thredebare figboies liue swearing dāpned spretes Reforme those blading desprate dicks that roiste aboute the stretes Disperse that wicked shamelesse swarme that cares not for reproch Purge eury house from gracelesse geastes that setts all vice abroche Rebuke those common alehouse knights y t spends awaie their thrift And aske on Benche where Iustice sitts how roges beggers shift Teache railyng tongs to tune their speeche and talke of that is fitte Holde in the rashe and harebraine hedds by Lawe and Orders bitte Knowe whence these sausie libells come y e faine discord would make And woorke by art and crafte to pluke the styng from subtil Snake This Citie is no harbryng place for vessells fraught with vice Here is the soile and seate of kyngs and place of precious price Here worthies makes their mantions still buildeth stately towers Here sitts the Nobles of the realme in golden hasles and bowers O London looke to thy renowne thy fame hath stretched farre Thou art a staie in tyme of peace a help● in cause of warre A feare to foes a ioye to freends a Iewell in our daies That well maie matche with any Toune or sea●e of greatest praise Here people are so meeke and milde that forraine nations throwe In Ciuill sort with wealth and ease maie liue in quiet nowe What Citie can make ●oste and saie greate God ●e blest therfore It doeth so many straungers feede and so maintaine the store For here the more the number is the lesse of want we finde Of corne and cates ●utche store is here it answers eche mans minde Waye wed the hearth of other realmes and you shall see in deede The plentie of this 〈◊〉 Ile supplie our neighbours neede In worlde who trauailes any where and then repaireth here Shall fi●●e eche ●hing good chepe at home that is abroade full dere And none but London note it well doeth keepe one stint and rate O● vi●●●iles in the market place looke throughout eury state Yea here when God for wicked life his bountie will withdrawe T●e Maior and brethren shonneth dearth by rule and noble lawe Here is prouision for the poore and who that markes the ●ame Shall see that worthie Sages graue deserues a noble name My boldnesse now O my good lorde excuse through my good will That euer in my Countries praise is prest and readie s●ill And where the noughtie liues of some are touched by m● peinie It is for Londons honour spoke that can reforme futche menne Whiche in this stately shepheards folde like rotten shepe doe liue And who for want of lookyng too doe 〈◊〉 example giue God graunt whiles worthie Woodroffe rules euery other yere There comes no Mothes emong good men nor Caterpillars here Thus wishyng well in Londons laude my penne I must excuse To Printer sent these verses plaine of this lasie mornyngs muse FINIS