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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

not the Sonne But on a fewe that Fortune liks And there a man shall passe the Piks Eare he maie purchace that he craues As one doeth poole an other shaues And marquesotts the beard full trimme Yet nothyng runneth ore the brimme Till pursse be full and then perhapps When strings doe breake there falles some strapps Into your hands watche that who liste A birde is better sure in fiste Then fiue in feeld keepe that thou haste Where wealth and witte and tyme doeth waste Looke not to dwell what drawes thee there But gaine or glorie loue or feare If gaine to Courte doeth make thee goe Thou art no freend but flatteryng foe That daiely seeks thy self to helpe And couchest like the faunyng whelpe Till Prince hath filde thy purse with pence And then sim subtill getts hym thence If thou in Courte for glorie iette As dizard daunseth in a nette The worlde shall thee rewarde with praise Was neuer Courtier in our daies So braue as he then will thei saie And all not worthe a trusse of haye At home thy loue as well is seen And better then in Courte I wene If like a subiecte there thou liue And often good example giue To suche as stands thereof in neede If feare drawe thee to Courte in deede The Prince can finde sutche quakyng soals She knowes whose harte is full of hoals And seeth what lucks in hollowe stocks And treads vpon sutche tremblyng blocks From sutche is bounties larges bard And then is bountie laced hard From suche the well hedde stopped is A volume could I write of this As large as any Chequer rowle But I the plaine and sellie soule Must thinke and wishe the beste I maie And little of these matters saie Yet he that stands and giueth ame Maie iudge what shott doeth lose the game What shooter beats the marke in vaine Who shooteth faire who shooteth plaine At lit●le hoales the daie is seen Some in this cace maie ouer ween And thinke thei see in Milstones farre And take a Candle for a Starre Passe ore sutche toyes and aunswere me What cause hast thou in Court to be If gaine ne glorie feare nor loue To Courtyng doeth thy fancie moue What drawes thee thether hedlong now Giue eare and I shall shewe thee how Thei sitte and stare in Courte some while Yea on the other doeth beguile With fairest semblaunce that is sure And euery craft is put in vre To snatche or compasse that thei seeke Although it be not worthe a Leeke The finest hedds haue furthest fatche The deepest sight doeth neerest watche To trapp the vpright meanyng man And eche one doeth the beste he can To helpe hym self by others harme These Courtiers haue so fine a charme I graunt there is honour wonne And thether ought the subiects ronne To shewe their dueties by some meane But why haue some consumed cleane Their liues and lands in this desire Ye knowe a man maie loue the fire Full well and leape not in the flame Some thinke thei winne a goodly name When thei at home are Courtiers calde It is full gaie if he be stalde An almes knight ere that all begon His happ is hard that hopes thereon Yet sith I fauour Courtyng well Would God I had more lands to sell. To be at their commaundement still If that a man haue their good will He hath enough what needeth more Old ladds maie shifte vpon the score And let their garments ly and sweate Or with their Ostes woorke a feate To sette the horse in stable free But now the wiues so hongrie bee And housbands looke so nere their gaine A man as sone on Salsbrie plaine Shall haue a cheate as by that trade The daie hath bin who could with blade And Buckler square it in the streets Had bin a minion fine for sheets But now the pence doe make the place And worlde is in an other ca●e Well let the matter passe a while And heare my tale but doe not smile I hapt in Courte as newe Brome maie That sweepeth trimely for a daie To be desierd to plaie and syng And was full glad in euery thyng To please the Lordes and lordely sorte For that ye knowe with chaunge of sporte These Courtiars humours should be fedde And glad I was to bende my hedde And be at becke when thei did call In hope that somme good happ would fall To me for that apt will of myne Although my doyngs were not fine A Tabber with a Pipe full loude To better noyse is but a cloude Well as the Hackney is desierd And ridden till the Iade betierd I did continewe long me thought And still I spent the small I brought And neuer got I one denere Then thought I to beginne the yere On Newe yeres daie with some deuice And though that many men be nice And blushe to make an honest shifte I sent eche Lorde a Newe yeres gifte Suche treasure as I had that tyme A laughyng verse a merrie ryme Some thinke this is a crauyng guise Tushe holde your peace world waxeth wise A dulled horse that will not sturre Must be remembred with a spurre And where there serues ne spurre nor wand A man must needs lead horse in hande So I was forste on causes greate To see in fire where laye the heate And warme their witts that cold did waxe But thrust the fire into the Flax It will not burne if flaxe be wette The fishe these daies ran shonne the nette And hide them in the weeds full ofte Thou knowest that waxe is tempered softe Against the fire so frosen minds Must be assaied by many kinds To bryng them to a kindely thawe Who thrusts a candle in the strawe Shall make a blase and raise a smoke An honest meane there is by cloke To sturre the noble harts from ●leepe Whose coffers custome makes to keepe Faste lockt that should be opened wide To helpe the poore at euery tide Thei saie that knewe our elders well That often tymes thei hard them tell That larges linketh loue full faste And hardnesse loseth harts at laste And honour leaues on liberall waies And fame and honour nere decaies Till hoorde in horie mucke doeth holde The free and worthie vse of golde Oh sentence hye of Fathers wise I sweare by all the gods in Skies These woords deserue immortall fame And nothyng is so mutche to blame As pintchyng hands that should be frank● Admit the taker yeelds no thanke To hym that giues the gifte doeth binde Eche vertuous man and honest minde As captiue in all good respects To be a freende in full effects As farre as powre maie stretche vnto And thei that haue in warres to doo Can saie what bountie bryngs about Where that is not the fire goeth out And dyes as coale to ashes falls As Fouler taks the birde by calls In strawyng corne and chaffe by heapes So bountie as a sickle reapes The harts and all within the brest No perfect loue can be possest Where francknesse makes no place

horse could goe And when he came where Beautie satte he pausde with howed hed And loude in open audience then all haile faire Queene he sed I came quod he from Manhoods court the worthiest prince aliue Who keepes his kyngdome all by sworde and doeth for honor striue By battaill and by breakyng launce who sent me hether plaine To chalenge for my mistresse sake the stoutest in thy traine No soner he his message saied but in there rusht a bande Whose clattering harnesse causde their steeds vpō no groūd to stād The dust flewe vp the preace did shrinke the fomyng horses naied The trumpets blewe the launce in rest the spurres on sids thei laied Fie cowarde knight quod Courage then can all you fight with one So thei retierd and to the shocke came youth all armde alone These chāpions met as yearth should shake so fierce thei seemd to be As man became a Lyon woode and horse in aire should flie At eche encounter crasht their slaues and fell amid the throng The bu●fetts were so freely dealt the blood through Beauer sprong The Queene cride hola cease quod she you turne your sport to spi●e Some cause your collour doeth encrease Mars the pastime quite A cause quod Youth moste worthy dame and my leege Ladie dere Came euer yet before a Prince so stoute a chalenge here Who dare with Venus doughter boste dame Beautie iustly colde That came from Skies and satt next Ioue in sacred honor stalde Though Beautie sprang frō yearthly cause had but shape of kinde And did no heauenly gifts possesse nor vertues lodge in minde Yet Boldnesse churlishe chalenge braue too sawsie is you knowe And Beautie hath too many freends to see her handled so When Boldnesse hard this taunting tale markt the peoples chere He thrusted through the thickest throng and drewe the scaffolde nere And all on knees he crau'd to speake and aunswere to this cace On whom the Queene for honours sake did shewe a gracious face Speake on quod she so stept he vp and thus to her he saied O puisaunt prince thinks Youth of braggs y ● boldnes stands afraied I am a braunche of Manhoods blood that stoute conceite begate The hope and helpe of hie attempts and slaie of euery state That hether came for that no Courte can be where I am not No Tornay seen no triumph made no fame nor glorie got And wotte you well a Princesse too in Court I serue this howre That is as greate in some respects as she is small in powre If stately honour can be gest by goodly graces trime Or perfect beautie be possest where Bountie swimes at brime Or wisedome vnder seemly shaeds maie shine or yet be seene My mistres is a worthie dame though Beautie be a Queene Report hath blowne to Manhoods eares the trothe of that I tell Then Boldnesse needs not blushe to boast y ● Bountie beares the bell And sith you licence me to speake I dare deuoide of blame Light suche a torche vnto your eyes shall shewe this Ladies name When Skie is clere and Sommer set to shewe the weather faire I meane when calmie blowes the winde and pleasaunt is the aire A Marie gold then maie you flude full nere an Eglantine Whose flowrs within the North new buds yet in court doth shine Her countenance carries sutche a state full right amid her face As though therein the Muses nine had made their mansion place A ratlyng sounde vnto your eares of her now here I showe Now racke wrest my meanyng out and you my mind shal know This saied eche one on others lookt and he on horsebacke leapt And some that dwelt in their concept full close in corners creapt The glorious sort that gapte for fame where no deserts could be Did drawe a backe and preast a pace with plaine reproche to flee The hautie minds held doune their heds hye looks gan blush for fere As Youth beheld this sodaine chaunge he thought no tariyng there The Gods regardyng from the starres what strife by Beautie rose Bad Venus call her daughter home and homewards so she goes Then sawe I Boldnesse turne againe who gaue for Boūties weare A garlande of the goodliest flowres that euer yearth did beare And foarst her for to take the same in signe of glorie wonne As Beautie mounted to the Gods and all the triumphe doen The people seyng Beautie gon with one assent did crie That Bountie pleased more their mindes then Beautie did the eye FINIS ¶ Of one that by dissemblyng fedde his desire IF loue be luste the more my lacke and lesse I thinke your lucke Yet loue I not for leude delight nor gaine of worldly mucke But for a finer freake be you the iudge thereof When craft to cloke some secret smart beginns to scorne and scoffe Witte workes with words and wiells a waie to winne his will And where y ● fleight shewes gladsom smiles y e world cōceius n●ne ill Mirthe blears the peoples eyes and makes the matter light And sadnesse breeds suspect to sone in hedds of deepe foresight And worlde mislikes no toyes that mirrie laughter bryngs God knowes what care the bird doeth feele in cage that swetly sings Some weepe in weddyng weeds and laugh in mournyng gounes And sure I smile my self sometyme when froward fortune frounes Where is moste cause of care moste signe of ioye I showe For pleasure is redoubled oft where men dissemble woe Who bluntly bites a baite and swallows vp a hooke Is caught like Gogon in a nette or conquerd by a looke But sutche as warely feedes and pikes out bones full cleane Shall eate their fill learne to knowe what daintie morsells meane Thus restyng at your will I feede my hidden thought With fancies merrie sweete conceipts a foode full dearly bought FINIS ¶ Of stedfastnesse and constancie WHen Constance maks her boed in bloudie breast And builds her bowre with bowes of bloming trothe There frendly faithe is sure a welcome geast And Ious doeth dwell and Ladie Venus bothe The Gods are glad to vewe sutche trothe belowe The heauens hopp to see sutche Constance flowe But where fonde luste doeth leade firme loue awrie And fickle toies in feeble fancie falls And foule delite doeth feede the wantons eye And stedfast harts are toste like Tennis balls There Pluto raignes with all his hounds of hell In irksome shame and smothryng smoke to dwell Oh what a praise hath Constance shinyng face What greater blott maie be then breache of loue The constant minde hath sodaine change in chace But thei that will of eury water proue Shall drinke sowre whey in steede of sirup sweete For licrus lusts a licour fitte and meete Tenne thousande false I finde where one is true With faithe for sworne loe eury face apears These faithlesse fooles that chaunge for eury newe Doe looke full smothe yet proue but scrattyng Brears Since foule deceipts hath filde the worlde with vice We ought to giue dame Constance all the