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A21162	The paradyse of daynty deuises Conteyning sundry pithy preceptes, learned counsels, and excellent inuentions, right pleasant and profitable for all estates. Deuised and written for the most part, by M. Edwardes, sometimes of her Maiesties Chappell: the rest, by sundry learned gentlemen, both of honor, and worship, whose names hereafter folowe.; Paradise of daynty devises	Edwards, Richard, 1523?-1566.	1578 (1578)	STC 7517; ESTC S111775	54,585	90

I founde that myne she meant to be Melpomene alas with dolefull tunes helpe than And syng Bis woe worthe on me forsaken man Then Daphnes Baies shall that man weare that triumphs ouer me For Blacke and Taunie will I weare whiche mournyng colours be Droune me you tricklyng teares you wailefull wights of woe Come helpe these hands to rent my heares my rewfull hap to showe On whom the scorchyng flames of Loue doeth feede you see Ah a lalalantida my deare Dame hath thus tormented me Wherefore you Muses nine with dolefull tunes helpe than And syng Bis woe worthe on me forsaken man Then Daphnes Baies shall that man weare that triumphs ouer me For Blacke and Taunie will I weare whiche mournyng colours be An Ancres life to leade with nailes to scratche my graue Where yearthly wormes on me shall feede is all the ioyes I craue And hide my self from shame sithe that myne eyes doe see Ah a lalalantida my deare dame hath thus tormented me And all that present bee with dolefull tunes helpe than And syng Bis woe worthe on me forsaken man FINIS E. O. Findyng no releef he complaineth thus INquest of my releef I finde distresse In recompence of Loue moste depe disdaine My langour suche as words maie not expresse A shower of teares my watrishe eye doeth raine I dreame of this and doe deuine of woe I wander in the thoughts of my sweete foe I would no peace the cause of warre I flie I hope I feare I burne I chill in Froste I lye a lowe yet mounts my mynde on hie Thus doubtfull stormes my troubled thoughts haue toste And for my paine this pleasure doe I proue I hate my self and pine in others Loue. The worlde I graspe yet holde I nought at all At libertie I seme in prison pent I taste the sweete more sower then bitter gall My shipp semes sounde and yet her ribbs bee rent And out alas on Fortune false I crie Looke what I craue that still she doeth denie Bothe life and death be equall vnto me I doe desire to die yet craue I life My witts with sondrie thoughts doe disagree My self am with my self at mortall strife As warmth of Sunne doeth melte the siluer Snowe The heate of Loue beholde consumes me so FINIS R. Hall. A Louer disdained complaineth IF euer man had loue to dearly bought Lo I am he that plaies within her maze And finds no waie to get the same I sought But as the Dere are driuen vnto the gaze And to augment the grief of my desire My self to burne I blowe the fire But shall I come nye you Of force I must flie you What death alas maie be compared to this I praie within the maze of my sweete foe And when I would of her but craue a kis Disdaine enforceth her awaie to goe My self I checke yet doe I twiste the twine The pleasure hers the paine is myne But shall I come nye you Of force I must flie you You courtly wights that wants your pleasaunt choyse Lende me a floud of teares to waile my chaunce Happie are thei in Loue that can reioyse To their greate paines where Fortune doeth aduaunce But sith my sute alas can not preuaile Full fraight with care in grief still will I waile Sith you will nedes flie me I maie not come nye you FINIS L. Vaux Beyng in Loue he complaineth IF care or skill could conquere vaine desire Or reasons raignes my strong affection staie Then should my sighs to quiet brest retire And shunne suche signes as secret thoughts bewraie Vncomely Loue whiche now lurks in my breast Should cease my grief through wisedomes power opprest But who can leaue to looke on Venus face Or yeldeth not to Iunos high estate What witt so wise as giues not Pallas place These vertues rare eche Gods did yelde amate Saue her alone who yet on yearth doeth raigne Whose beauties stryng no God can well destraine What worldly wight can hope for heauenly hire When onely sights must make his secret moue A silent sute doeth selde to grace aspire My haplesse happ doeth roule the restlesse stone Yet Phebe faire disdainde the heauens aboue To ioye on yearth her poore Edimions loue Rare is reward where none can iustly craue For chaunce is choise where reason maks no claime Yet lucke sometymes dispairyng soules doeth saue A happie Starre made Giges ioye attaine A slauishe Smithe of rude and rascall race Founde meanes in tyme to gaine a Goddes grace Then loftie Loue thy sacred sailes aduaunce My sithyng seas shall flowe with streames of teares Amidds disdaine driue forthe my dolefull chaunce A valiaunt mynde no deadly daunger feares Who loues alofte and setts his harte on hie Deserues no paine though he doe pine and die FINIS E. O. A Louer reiected complaineth THe tricklyng teares that falles along my cheeks The secret sighs that shewes my inward grief The present paines perforce that Loue aye seeks Bidds me renewe my cares without relief In wofull song in dole displaie My pensiue harte for to bewraie Bewraie thy grief thy wofull harte with speede Resigne thy voyce to her that causde thy woe With irksome cries bewaile thy late doen deede For she thou louest is sure thy mortall foe And helpe for thee there is none sure But still in paine thou must endure The striken Deare hath helpe to heale his wounde The haggerd Hauke with toyle is made full tame The strongest Tower the Canon laies on grounde The wisest witt that euer had the fame Was thrall to Loue by Cupids sleights Then waie my case with equall weights She is my ioye she is my care and wo She is my paine she is my ease therefore She is my death she is my life also She is my salue she is my wounded sore In fine she hath the hande and knife That maie bothe saue and ende my life And shall I liue on yearth to be her thrall And shall I sue and serue her all in vaine And kisse the stepps that she let ts fall And shall I praie the Gods to keepe the paine From her that is so cruell still No no on her woorke all your will. And let her feele the power of all your might And let her haue her moste desire with speede And let her pine awaie bothe daie and night And let her mone and none lament her neede And let all those that shall her see Despise her state and pitie me FINIS E. O. Not attainyng to his desire he complaineth I Am not as seme to bee nor when I smile I am not glad A thrall although you count me frée I moste in mirth most pēsiue sad I smile to shade my bitter spight as Haniball that sawe in sight His coūtrie soile with Carthage toune by Romain force defaced doun And Cesar that presented was with noble Pompeis princely heade As t were some iudge to rule the cace a flould of teares he semde to shed Although in deede it sprong of ioye yet other thought it was

bridle that desire of gaine which forceth vs to ill Our hauty stomackes Lord represse to tame presuming will This is the wisedome that we should aboue each thing desire O heauenly God from sacred throne that grace in vs inspire And print in our repugnant harts the rules of wisedome true That all our deedes in worldly life may like therof insue Thou onely art the liuing spring from whome this wisedome flowes O wash therwith our sinful harts from vice that therin growes FINIS M. Edwardes 38. A freendly admonition YE stately wightes that liue in quiet rest Through worldly wealth which God hath giuen you Lament with teares and sighes from doleful brest The shame and power that vice obtaineth now Behold how God doth dayly profer grace Yet we disdayne repentance to embrace The suddes of sinne do soke into the mind And cancred vice doth vertue quite expel No change to good alas can resting finde Our wicked harts so stoutly do rebel Not one there is that hasteth to amend Though God from heauen his dayly threates downe send We are so slow to change our blameful life We are so prest to snach aluring vice Such greedy harts on euery side be rife So few that guide their will by counsel wise To let our teares lament the wretched case And call to God for vndeserued grace You worldy wightes that haue your fancies fixt On slipper ioy of terreine pleasure here Let some remorse in all your deedes be mixt Whiles you haue time let some redresse appeare Of sodaine death the houre you shall not know And looke for Death although he seemeth slow Oh be no iudge in other mens offence But purge thy selfe and seeke to make thee free Let euery one apply his diligence A change to good within him selfe to see O God direct our feete in such a stay From cancred vice to shun the hateful way FINIS R. Hill. 39. Sundry men sundry affectes JN euery wight some sundry sort of pleasure I do find Which after trauaile he doth seeke to ease his toyling minn Diana with her trayning chase of hunting had delight Against the fearful Deare she could direct her shotte aright The lofty yeeres in euery age doth stil embrace the same The sport is good if vertue doo assist the cheereful game Minerua in her chattering armes her courage doth aduaunce In trial of the bloudy wars she giueth luckie chaunce For sauegard men imbrace the same which do so needful seeme That noble harts their cheefe delightes in vse thereof esteeme In warlike games to ride or trye the force of armes they vse And base the man we do account that doth the same refuse The siluer sound of musickes cordes doth please Apollos wit A science which the heauens aduaunce where it deserues to sit A pleasure apt for euery wight celeefe to careful mind For woe redresse for care a salue for sadnes helpe we find The soueraigne praise of Musicke stil doth cause the Poets faine That whirling Spheres and eake the heauens do hermonie retaine I hard that these three powers at variance lateli fel Whiles each did prayse his owne delight the other to excel Then Fame as an indifferent iudge to end the case they call The praise pronounced by her to them indifferently doth fall Diana health and strength maintaine Minerua force doth tame And Musicke giues a sweete delight to further others game These three delightes to hawtie mindes the worthiest are estemed If vertue be annexed to them they rightly be so deemed With ioy they do reuiue the witte with sorow oft opprest And neuer suffer solempne greefe to long in mind to rest Be wise in mirth and seeke delight the same doe not abuse In honest mirth a happy ioy we ought not to refuse FINIS R. Hill. 40. Of a Freend and a Flatterer A Trustie frend is rare to find a fawning foe may sone be got A faithful frend bere stil in mind but fawning foe regard thou not A faithful freend no cloke doth craue to colour knauery withal But Sicophant a Goun must haue to beare a port what ere befal A nose to smel out euery feast a brasen face to set it out A shamles child or homly geast whose life doth like to range about A fauning foe while wealth doth last a thefe to rob and spoile his freend As strong as oke til wealth doth last but rotten sticke doth proue in the end Looke first then leape beware the mire Burnt Child is warnd to dread the fire Take heede my freend remember this Short horse they say soone curried is FINIS M. Edwardes 41. Of sufferaunce commeth ease TO seeme for to reuenge each wrong in hasty wise By proofe of guiltlesse men it hath not bene the guise In slaunders lothsome brute where they condemned be With ragelesse moode they suffer wrong where truth shal try them free These are the pacient pagnes that passe within the brest Of those that feele their cause by mine where wrong hath right opprest I know how by suspect I haue bene iudgd awry And graunted gilty in the thing that clerely I deny My faith may me defend if I might loued be God iudge me so as from the guilt I know me to be free I wrote but for my selfe the griefe was all mine owne As who would proue extremitie by proofe it might be knowne Yet are there such that say they can my meaning deeme Without respect of this olde troth things proue not as they seeme Whereby it may befall in iudgement to be quicke To make them selues suspect therewith that needed not to kicke Yet in resisting wrong I would not haue it thought I do amisse as though I knew by whom it might be wrought If any such there be that herewithall be vext It were their vertue to beware and deeme me better next L. Vaux 43. All thinges are Vaine ALthough the purple morning bragges in brightnes of the sunne As though he had of chased night a glorious conquest wonne The time by day giues place againe to force of drowsie night And euery creature is constraind to change his lusty plight Of pleasures all that here we taste We feele the contrary at laste In spring though pleasant Zephirus hath fruteful earth inspired And nature hath each bush each branch with blossomes braue attired Yet fruites and flowers as buds and blomes ful quickly withered be When stormie winter comes to kill the sommers iolitie By time are got by time are lost All thinges wherin we pleasure most Although the Seas so calmely glide as daungers none appeare And dout of stormes in skie is none king Phaebus shines so cleare Yet when the boistrous windes breake out and raging waues do swel The seely barke 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 welth is most vnsure And he that cheefely tastes of ioy doth sometime woe endure Who vaunteth most of

withall His pleasure sweete to staie when he to rest is bent An vgly shamble Flee approcheth to his tent And htere entendes by force his labours greate to win Or els to yelde his corse by fatall death therein Thus is the Spiders nest from tyme to tyme throwne downe And he to labour prest with endlesse paine vnknowne So suche as Louers bee like trauell doe attaine Those endlesse works ye see are alwaies full of paine FINIS M. Hunnis A Louers ioye I Haue no ioye but dreame of ioye and ioye to thinke on ioye A ioye I withstoode for to enioye to finishe myne annoye I hate not without cause alas yet Loue I knowe not why I thought to hate I can not hate although that I should dye A foe moste sweete a frende moste sower I ioye for to embrace I hate the wrong and not the wight that workt my wofull case What thyng it is I knowe not I but yet a thyng there is That in my fancie still perswads there is no other blisse The ioyes of life the pangs of death it make me feele eche daie But life nor death this humour can deuise to weare awaie Faine would I dye but yet in death no hope I see remaines And shall I liue since life I see a course of sorie paines What is it then that I doe seeke what ioye would I aspire A thyng that is deuine belike to high for mans desire FINIS F. K. Euill to hym that euill thinketh THe subtill stilie sleghts that worldly men doe woorke The friendly showes vnder whose shade moste craft doeth often lurke Enforceth me alas with yernfull voyce to saie Wo worthe the wilie heads that seeks the simple mans decaie The birde that dreads no guile is sonest caught in snare Eche gentle harte deuoide of crafte is sonest brought to care Good nature sonest trapt whiche giues me cause to saie Wo worthe the wilie heads that seeks the simple mans decaie I see the Serpent vile that lurkes vnder the grene How subtilly he shroods hym self that he maie not be sene And yet his fosters bane his leryng lookes bewraie Wo worthe the wilie heads that leeks the simple mans decaie Wo worthe the feinyng looks on fauour that we doe waite Wo worthe the feined frendly harte that harbours deepe deceite Wo worthe the Vipers broode oh thrise wo worthe I saie All worldlie wilie heads that seeks the simple mans decaie FINIS M. Edwardes He assureth his constancie WIth painted speache I list not proue my cunnyng for to trie Nor yet will vse to fill my penne with gilefull flatterie With pen in hand hart in brest shall faithful promise make To loue you beste and serue you moste by your greate vertuts sake And sure dame Nature hath you deckt with gifts aboue the reste Let not Disdaine a harbour finde within your noble breste For Loue hath lead his lawe alike to men of eche degrre So that the Begger with the Prince shall Loue as well as he I am no Prince I muste confesse nor yet of Princes line Nor yet a brutishe Begger borne that feeds emong the Swine The fruite shall trie the Tree at laste the blossomes good or no Then doe not iudge of me the worse till you haue tried me so As I deserue so then reward I make you iudge of all If I be false in woorde or deede let Lightnyng Thunder fall And Furies fell with franticke fi●ts bereue and stay my breathe For an example to the reste if I shall breake my faithe FINIS M. Hunnis Complainyng his mishapp to his frende he complaineth wittely A. THe fire shall freze the frost shall frie the frozen moūtains hie B. What straunge things hath dame natures force to turne her course awrie A. My Loue hath me left and taken a newe man B. This is not straunge it happes ofte tymes the truthe to scan A. The more is my paine B. her Loue then refraine A. Who thought she would flitt B. eche one that hath witt A. Is this not straunge B. light Loue will chaunge A. By skilfull meanes I here reclaime to stoope vnto my lure B. Suche haggard Haukes will soare awaie of them who can be sure A. With siluer bells and hoode my ioye was her to decke B. She was full gorgde she would the soner giue the checke A. The more is my paine B. her Loue then refraine A. Who thought she would flitt B. eche one that hath witt A. Is not this straunge B. light Loue will chaunge A. Her chirpyng lips should chirpe to me swete words of her desire B. Suche chirpyng birdes who euer sawe to preach still on one brire A. She saied she loued me beste and would not till she die B. She saied in wordes she thought it not as tyme doeth trie A. The more is my paine B. her Loue then refraine A. Who thought she would flitt B. eche one that hath witt A. Is not this straunge B. light Loue will chaunge A Can no man winne a woman so to make her Loue endure B. To make the Foxe his wiles to leaue what man will put in vre A. Why then there is no choise but all women will chaunge B. As men doe vse so some women doe Loue to raunge A. The more is my paine B. her Loue then refraine A. Who thought she would flitt B. eche one that hath witt A. Is not this straunge B. light Loue will chaunge A Sith slipper gaine falles to my lot farewell that glidyng praie B. Sith that the dice doeth runne awrie betymes leaue of thy plaie A. I will no more lamente the thyng I maie not haue B. Then by exchaunge the losse to come all shalt thou saue A. Loue will I refraine B. thereby thou shalt gaine A With losse I will leaue B. she will thee deceiue A. That is not straunge B. then let her raunge FINIS M. Edwardes No paines comparable to his attempt LIke as the dolefull Doue delights alone to bee And doeth refuse the bloumed branche chusyng the leaflesse tree Whereon wailyng his chaunce with bitter teares besprent Doeth with his bill his tender breaste ofte pearse and all to rent Whose greeuous gronyngs tho whose grips of pinyng paine Whose gastly lookes whose bloudie streams out flowyng frō ech vain Whose fallyng from the tree whose pantyng on the grounde Examples bee of myne estate tho there appere no wounde FINIS W. Hunnis He repenteth his follie A Lacke when I looke backe vpon my youth thatz paste And deepely pouder youthes offence and youths reward at laste With sighes and teares I saie O God I not denie My youth with follie hath deserued with follie for to die But yet if euer synfull man might mercie moue to ruthe Good Lorde with mercie doe forgiue the follies of my youthe In youth I rangde the feelds where vices all did growe In youth alas I wanted grace suche vise to ouerthrowe In youth what I thought swéete moste bitter now do finde Thus hath the follies of my youth