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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A16746	A floorish vpon fancie As gallant a glose vpon so triflinge a text, as euer was written. Compiled by N.B. Gent. To which are annexed, manie pretie pamphlets, for pleasant heads to passe away idle time withal. By the same authour.	Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626?	1577 (1577)	STC 3654; ESTC S104788	74,416	134

drowsy dumpes at home Will naught but fast and pray Some syng and daunce for lyfe Some Carde and Dyce as ryfe Some vse olde Christmas Games But I oh wretched wight In dole both day and night Must dwell the world so frames In Court what prety toyes What fyne and pleasaunt ioyes To passe the tyme away In countrey naught but care Sower Cheese curdes chiefest fare For Wyne a Bole of Whay For euery daynty dishe Of Flesh or else of Fishe And for your Drincke in Courte A dish of yong fryed Frogges Sodde houghes of mezled Hogges A cuppe of small Tap worte And for ech courtly syght Ech shew that may delight The eye or else the minde In Countrey thornes and brakes And many miery lakes Is all the good you finde And for fyne Enteryes Halles Chambers Galleryes And Lodginges many m●e Here desert Wooddes or playne● Where no delight remaynes To walke in too and fro● In Court for to be shorte For euery prety sporte That made the harte delight In countrey many a gréefe And small or no releefe To ayde the wounded wight And in this Deserte place I Wretch in wofull case This merry Christmas tyme Content my selfe perforce To rest my carefull corse And so I end my ryme ▪ ¶ In the latter ende of Christmas the same Gentleman was lykewyse desyred to sing and although against his will was content to syng as followeth THe Christmas now is past And I haue kepte my fast With prayer euery day And like a country Clowne With nodding vp and downe Haue past the tyme away As for old Christmas Games Or daunsing with fyne Dames Or shewes or prety playes A solemne oath I sweare I came not where they were Not all these holy dayes I did not syng one noate Except it were by roate Still buzing lyke a Bée To ease my heauy harte Of some though little smart● For want of other glée And as for pleasaunt wyne There was no drincke so fyne For to be tasted héere Full symple was my fare If that I should compare The same to Christmas chéere I saw no kinde of sight That might my minde delight Beléeue me noble Dame But euery thing I saw Did freat atwo my maw To thinke vpon the same Upon some bushy balke Full fayne I was to walke In Wooddes from trée to trée For wante of better roome But since my fatall doome Hath so appoynted mée I stood therewith contente Till Christmas full was spente In hope that God will sende A better yet next yeare My heauy harte to cheare And so I make an ende ¶ The same man being in very great dumpes the same tyme being likewise intreated to wryte some dolefull Dittie of his owne inuention wrote as followeth WHat griping gréefs what pinching pangues of payne What deadly dinte of déepe and darcke annoye What plague what wo doth in this world remayne What Hellish happe what wante of worldly ioye But that oh Caytife I doe daylye byde Yea and that more then all the world besyde If euer man had cause to wish for death To cut atwo this lucklesse lyne of lyfe Why stryue not I with spéede to stoppe my breath Since cruell care not lyke a caruing knyfe But lyke a Sawe still hackling to and froe Thus gnawes my harte with grypes of weary woe What doe you thinke I iest or that I fayne Or Louer lyke my lyfe I doe lament Or that my fyttes are fancies of the brayne Which wauer still and neuer stande content Or that my sighes are nought but signes of sloath Oh thinke not so beleeue me on my troath This I protest before my God on hye If that I could my doloures well declare I thinke I should such priuy p●ngues descrye Of sorrowes smarte as surely seldome are Séene now adayes I thincke especyally Yea seene or felte of such a Youth as I. But some perhaps will ask● what is my woe What is the thing that makes me so to mourne And why I walke so solemne too and froe I aunswere thus such fyry flames doth burne Both day and night within my boyling brest That God he knowes I take but little rest But shall I tell how fyrst this flame arose And how these Coles were kyndled at the furst I may not so my dolloures deepe disclose For credit me I would fayne if I durst But since alas I may not as I would Let this suffice I would fayne if I could What if I could nay durst what did I say For if I durst I know full well I could What could I doe no whit more then I may I know that too but yet if that I would I could doe much more then I meane to doe As thus aduisde but whether doe I goe What néede so many wordes so much a doe To blaze the broyles that I doe dayly byde Or else to tell of tormentes too too too Wherewith I am beset on euery syde These few wordes naught haue serued the tourne I trowe Then thousand plagues but pleasures none I knowe Finis ¶ A prety gyrde geuen by a Gentlewoman to her seruaunt wherevpon the verses were made as followeth ¶ Farewell Youth to your vntruth WHen as thou badst farewell to myne vntrueth I hope thou spakest it but in iest deare Dame Or else for that you thought that euery youth Most commonly is touched with the same Such youthes there are I must confesse in déede As with vntrueth their Ladyes fancies féede But what of that tush I am none of those Though youthly yeares I cannot well denye For rather lyfe then trueth I chuse to lose By trueth I meane my true fydelitye Which who so breakes to him as to a youth Thou mayest well say farewell to thine vntruth But yet good Lady say not so to mé● Till thou doest sée my trueth by falshood staynd Which when thou seest then iustly spit at mée As at a slaue whose truth is all but faynd But till that tyme say not to myne vntrueth Farewell agayne but onely to my youth For all vntruethes I vtterly denye And to my trusty trueth I stowtly stand And who so list agaynst the same replye Gainst him with spéede I goe with sword in hand Into the Féeld the same for to defend For loe in this my credit doth depend And though perhaps most commonly ech youth Is geuen in déede to follow euery gaye And some of these are touched with vntruth Yet some there be that take a better waye And stande vpon their truth and honesty More then vppon their foolish brauery Which two I count to be the chéefest poynctes That ech man ought to build his lyfe vpon And these hold I my chéefe and strongest ioynctes For what were I when these two poynctes are gone Wherefore deare Dame as I begon I end My Youth I graunt and trueth I still defend ¶ It chanced not long after that this Gentleman happened to be in the company of his very friend which at Dyce lost much money and after his losse entreated him