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A03754
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The arbor of amitie wherin is comprised pleasant poëms and pretie poesies, set foorth by Thomas Howell Gentleman. Anno. 1568.
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Howell, Thomas, fl. 1568-1581.
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blockish braines can frame Shall turne my truth from thée awaies or spot thy giltlesse name Thou art my deare with vertues spred God thée in pleasures keepe On thée I thinke on wakefull bed when others swéetely sléepe I dreame of thee in slumbring rest and thinke thou present art I thinke my selfe then surely blest from thée loth to depart But when deluding dreame doth vade I sigh with groning cheere Me séemth I doe perceyue thy shade alas thou art not héere I grope about the wales for thée as to possesse thée faine But at the last full wofully I sée my fanside braine Farewell I say my onely care God send it true to bée That which my phansie did declare that lately dreampt of thée I. K. to his Friend H. THe ship I saw but late beare loftie saile And martch amid the waues of waters wilde Whose courage stoute I déemde no storme myght quaile When I hir vewde so fast firmely field With tempest tost his forste now saile to stréeke And in hir prime doth houering harbor séeke H. to his Friend K. THough blustring blasts cause ship to harber hast To whome the Seas with rigrus rage threates wrack Whose cables cut ankers worne wast Is forste stréeke sayle in this so great a lack When Neptune yet with mightie Mase in hande Shall stay the surge of furious foming flood This ship repairde may safely saile to land Nought dreding Eolus breth that was so wood So Howell hopes his howlk such port shall finde When stormes be past as wil content his minde That learning and knowledge is surest riches WHome welth doth highst aduaunce Oft falles by some mischaunce But once winne cunning skill With thée it standeth still The Louer receyuing no recompence for entire loue compareth himselfe to the vnluckie souldiour THe Souldiour still that warres in manie a stormie showre Perchaunce returnes without rewarde in most vnluckie howre So I in souldiours trade to fight to watch and warde And eche way sought hir once to please which giues me small regarde For though I present were to doe what she would craue Yet nowe an other shall possesse the thing I thought to haue Though I the toyle did take this pleasant plot to plowe Yet others reape the finest fruites of my true tilladge nowe What serued not my loue that brest so swéetely bare And shall I thus an wofull wretch be snapt in sugred snare Then may I grone in griefe and eke abhorre the place Where first I learnde with earnest hart to loue that gracelesse grace Is this your tried troth that sprang from rooted hart How frayle is then the female flock that counterfeits their smart When all men doe reioyce yea rude and brutishe beast Then I in cursed cares doe dwell my carkes are more encreast The blessed birdes doe sing and Ladie Ver retornes And pleasant sightes begin to growe among the thriftles thornes But yet doe I lament with teares where I remaine For that for troth and loyall loue thou louste me not againe Adue thou frosen hart and voice of hardned yre Yet tract of time shall trie me true as iustice doth desyre And since thou false hast bene that séest and wilt not sée Perhaps thou mayst as yet repent that thou forsookest mée But linck where loue doth light thy course runne out in this Take héede sone whot sone cold they say his loue you yet may misse Not all that glistereth bright may beare the name of golde Nor he that saies he loues thée well the truth perhaps hath tolde Some loue for riches store as commonly we sée But neuer one I euer loude more then I loued thee But out alas farewell I did it to my coste I liude in hope but all in vaine my labours all are loste Thou art my wofull wounde and cause of all my smart Which doste me hate and cleane refuse the loue of faithfull hart Nowe doe I well perceyue and proue it to my paine How great a griefe it is to loue and not be loude againe E. P. BY fancies force loe here my gaine Untimely death prouokt my paine Aunswere H. SUch fonde affects declares thée plaine Of féeble force or foolish braine To T. A. LIke as the mased Malarde lyes And fayne would flie if not for feare Least Fawcon fierce when he doth rise Should yéelde alas hir threatned cheare Right so with me it nowe doth rest That gladly would obey your hest Aunswere THough doubtfull dread cause Malard wise Oft stay the flight where he would light Yet time he spies wherein to rise And flie to feare in pleasant plight When Fawcon fierce shall nought anoy Like time I trust will worke our ioy Iacke showes his qualities and great good will to Ione MIne owne zwéet Ione let me not mone no more I thée require But as I craue so let me haue the thing I doe desire And ich shall still euen at thy will be readie at thy hande To fling to spring and runne at ring whilst ich am able stande With cap and knee ich will serue thée what should ich more declare Thy minde to please and bodie ease is onely all my care Though icham not zo zéemlie chwot as bene the Courtnoles gay Yet chaue a flaile that will not faile to thrashe both night and day And vor manhood cham zure cham good vor all our Towne can zay How stout ich stood with Robart Whood when Baldoone Uoke vetcht may And eke ich pas both more and las in dauncing Dountoones rounde To trip to skip and handle a whip cham zure my péers not vound To cloute a shooe ich ma tell you veowe cunnigare there bée And eke to theatch whare can ye veatch another like to mée In husbandry icham truely ycounted to excell Yée and ich can if néede be than waight at the table well For once ich went vp into Kent with the headman of our Towne Where ich did waite at euerye baite chee vore tha cham no clowne Why for my manner ich beare the banner before my Lorde of May No Countrie man there is that can teach me tho I doe zay And further more thou knowest gay store of good will fall to mée Uor vather zed when he is dead that all mine owne shall bée Both Calfe and Cowe and our great Zowe that viftene Pigges did varro Euen at one tyme shall then be mine and eke our newe whéelbarro Beside all this ich shall not mis of red ones to haue store That zawe no zunne nor yet the moone of yeres cham zewer a score And all my Ione shalt thou alone at thy commaundment haue If thou wilt let me friscoles vet in place where ich doe craue The Louer almost in dispaire showeth his great greefe and craues redresse THou art the braunch that swéetely springs whose hart so sounde and true Can onely chéere me wofull wight or force by want to rue Then giue to me the sap I thirst which gift may giue me ioy I meane thy firme and