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A21161	The paradyse of daynty deuises aptly furnished, with sundry pithie and learned inuentions: deuised and written for the most part, by M. Edwards, sometimes of her Maiesties chappel: the rest, by sundry learned gentlemen, both of honour, and woorshippe. viz. S. Barnarde. E.O. L. Vaux. D.S. Iasper Heyvvood. F.K. M. Bevve. R. Hill. M. Yloop, vvith others.	Edwards, Richard, 1523?-1566.	1576 (1576)	STC 7516; ESTC S105445	52,854	98

And frendship hath receiued suche wounde as he is almoste deade And hatefull harte with malice greate so boyles in cankerd minde That flatteries flearyng in my face had almoste made me blinde But now I see all is not golde that glittereth in the eye Nor yet suche frends as thei professe as now by profe I finde Though secret spight by craft hath made a coate of Panters skin And thinks to finde me in the shade by sleight to wrapp me in Yet God be praised my eye is cleare and can beholde the Sonne When falshood dares not once appeare to ende that he begonne Thus tyme shall trie the thyng amisse whiche God sone shortly sende And turne the hatte that fained is to be a faithfull frende Finis THe Spider with greate skill doeth trauell daie by daie His limmes no tyme lye still to set his house in staie And when he hath it wrought thinkyng therein to raigne A blast of winde vnthought doeth driue it doune againe The profe whereof is true to make his worke indure He paines hym self a newe in hope to dwell more sure Or in some secret place a corner of the wall He trauaileth a spare to builde and rest with all His pleasure swete to staie when he to rest is bent An vgly shamble Flie approcheth to his tent And there entends by forse 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 endles pains vnknowne So suche as louers be like trauell doe attaine Those endles works ye see ●er alwaies full of paine W. Hunis THe subtill ●●●y sleights that worldly men doe worke The frēdly showes vnder whose shade most craft doth oftē lurke Enforceth me alas with yernfull voice to saie Wo worthe the wily heads that seeks the simple mans decaie The birde that dreds no guile is sonest caught in snare Eche gentle harte deuoide of craft is sonest brought to care Good nature sonest trapt whiche giues me cause to saie Wo worthe the wily heads that seeks the simple mans decaie I see the serpent vile that lurks vnder the grene How subtelly he shrouds hym self that he maie not be sene And yet his fosters bane his leryng looks bewraie Wo worthe the wily heads that seeks the simple mans decaie Wo worthe the fainyng looks one fauour that doe waite Wo worthe the fained frendly harte that harbours depe deceit Wo worthe the Vipers broode oh chrise wo worthe I saie All worldly wily heads that seeks the simple mans decaie Finis M. Edwards WIth painted speache I list not proue my cunnyng for to trie Nor●et will vse to fill my penne with gilefull flatterie With pen in hand and harte in breast shall faithfull promise make To loue you best and serue you moste for your great vertues sake And since dame Nature hath you deckt with gifts aboue the rest Let not disdaine a harbour finde within your noble brest For loue hath ledd his lawe alike to men of eche degree So that the begger with the prince shall loue as well as he I am no prince I must confesse nor yet of princes line Nor yet a brutishe begger borne that feeds among the Swine The fruite shall trie the tree at last 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 worde or deede let lightnyng thunder fall And furies fell with franticke fitts bereue and stopp my breathe For an example to the rest if I shall breake my faithe Finis M. B. Trie and then trust THe sainct I serue and haue besought full oft Vpon my knees to stande my Goddes good With hope did holde my head sometyme aloft And fed my faunyng frende with daintie foode But now I see that words are nought but winde The sweter meate the sowrer sauce I finde Thus while I helde the Ele by the taile I had some hope yet neuer wanted feare Of double dread that man can neuer faile That will presume to take the Wolfe by the eare I snatche for sothe muche like to Esops dogg I sought for fishe and alwaies caught a frogg Thus did I long bite on the fomyng bitt Whiche found me plaie enough vnto my paine Thus while I loued I neuer wanted fitt But liued by losse and sought no other gaine But why should I mislike with Fortunes fetters Since that the like haue hapt vnto my betters Richard Hill. Complainyng to his frende he replieth wittely A. THe fire shall freese the frost shall frie the frozen mountains hie B. what strāge thinges shal dame nature force to turne her course awrie A. My Ladie hath me left and taken a newe man B. This is not straunge it happes oft tymes the truthe to scan A. The more is my paine B. her loue then refraine A. Who thought she would flitt B. ethe one that hath witt A. Is not this straunge B. light loue will chaunge A. By skilfull meanes I her reclaime to stope vnto my luer B. Suche hagard haukes will sore awaie of them who can be fuct A. With siluer bells and hoode my ioye was her to decke B. She was full gorgd 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 chirping lippes would chirp to me swete wordes of her desire B. Suche chirping birdes who euer sawe to preach still ●n one brire A. She saied she loued me dests and would doe 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 choice 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. Sithe slipper gaine falles to my lot farwell that glidyng praie B. Sithe that the dice doeth runne a wrie betimes leaue of thy plaie A. I will no more lament 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 M. Edwards No paines comparable to his attempt VVHat watche what we what want what wracke Is due to those that

full fraught of noble praise Of all the goodes that there may be possest A faithfull freend I iudge to be the best O freendly league although to late begunne Yet time shall try our troth is well imployed And that we both shall see that we haue wonne Such fastned faith as can not be destroyed By enuious rage or slaunders bitter blowe That seekes the good to ouerthrowe Finis R. Hill. 11. No woordes but deedes THE wrong is great the paine aboue my power That yeeldes such care in doutfull dennes to drowne Such happe is hard where fortune dooth so lower As freendly looke is turned to froward frowne Is this the trust that faithfull treendes can finde With those that yet haue promise broke By deedes in dout as though no woordes can binde A vowed freend to hold him to his yoke O faithlesse freend what can assure your minde That doutes so soone before you haue cause why To what hard happe dooth Fortune here me binde When woordes nor deedes can no way satisfye What can I write that hath not oft been saide What haue I saide that other hath not affyrmed What is approued that ought to be assayed Or what is vowed that shall not be performed Cast of mistrust in haste no credite giue To this or that that breedeth freendes vnrest No doubt at all but trust me if I liue My deedes shall prooue that all is for the best And this beleeue the Sea shall ceasse to flowe The Sunne to shine within the setled skie All thinges on earth shall leaue to spring and growe Yea euery foule shall want his winges to flye Eare I in thought shall seeme once to retyre If you my freend remaine as I desyre Nowe lose no time but vse that whyle you may Forget not this a dogge shall haue a day Finis R. D. 12. He desyreth exchange of lyfe THE day delayed of that I most doo wishe Wherewith I feede and starue in one degree With wishe and want still serued in one dishe Aliue as dead by proofe as you may sowe To whom of olde this prouerbe well it serues Whyle grasse dooth growe the seelly Horse he sterues Tweene these extreames thus doo I rome the race Of my poore life this certaynely I knowe Tweene would and want vnwarely that dooth passe More swift then shot out of the archers howe As Spider drawes her line in vayne all day I watch the net and others haue the pray And as by proofe the greedy dogge d●●● gn●●● The bared bone all onely for the taste So to and fro this lothsome life I drawe With fancies forst and fled with vaine repast Narsissus brought vnto the water brinke So aye thirst I the more that I doo drinke Loe thus I dye and yet I seeme not sicke With smart vnseene my selfe my selfe I weare With prone desire and power that is not quicke With hope aloft nowe drenched in dispaire Trayned in trust for no reward assignd The more I haste the more I come behinde With hurt to heale in frozen yse to frye With losse to laugh this is a woonderous case Fast fetred here is forste away to flye As hunted Hare that Hound hath in the chase With winges and spurres for all the haste I make As like to lose as for to drawe the stake The dayes be long that hang vpon desert The life is irke of ioyes that be delayed The time is short for to requite the smart That dooth proceede of promise long vnpaid That to the last of this my fainting breath I wishe exchange of life for happy death Finis L. Vaux 13. Of the instabilitie of youth WHEN I looke backe and in my selfe beholde The wandring wayes that youth could not descry And markt the fearefull course that youth did holde And mette in mind eache steppe youth strayed a wry My knees I bowe and from my hart I call O Lorde forget these faultes and follies all For nowe I see howe voyde youth is of skill I see also his prime time and his end I doo confesse my faultes and all my yll And sorrowe sore for that I did offend And with a mind repentant of all crimes Pardon I aske for youth ten thousand times The humble hart hath daunted the proud mind Eke wysedome hath geuen ignorance a fall And wit hath taught that folly could not finde And age hath youth her subiect and her thrall Therefore I pray O Lorde of life and trueth Pardon the faultes committed in my youth Thou that dydst graunt the wyse king his request Thou that in Whale thy prophet didst preserue Thou that forgauest the wounding of thy brest Thou that dydst saue the theefe in state to sterue Thou only God the geuer of all grace Wipe out of mind the path of youthes vaine race Thou that by power to lyfe didst rayse the dead Thou that of grace restorest the blinde to sight Thou that for loue thy life and loue out bled Thou that of fauour madest the lame goe ryght Thou that canst heale and helpe in all assayes Forgeue the gilth that grewe in youthes vayne wayes And nowe since I with faith and doubtlesse minde Doo fly to thee by prayer to appease thy yre And since that thee I onely seeke to finde And hope by faith to attayne my iust desyre Lorde minde no more youthes error and vnskill And able age to doo thy holy wyll Finis L. Vaux 14. Most happy is that state alone Where woordes and deedes agree in one BY painted woordes the silly simple man To trustlesse trappe is trayned now and than And by conseyte of sweete alluring tale He bites the baites that breedes his bitter bale To beawties blast cast not thy rolling eye In pleasaunt greene doo stinging Serpent lye The golden Pill hath but a bitter taste In glittering glasse a poyson ranckest plaste So pleasant woordes without perfourming deedes May well be deemed to spring of Darnel seedes The freendly deede is it that quickly tryes Where trusty faith and freendly meaning lyes That state therefore most happy is to me Where woordes and deedes most faithfully agree My freend yf thou wylt keepe thy honest name Fly from the blotte of barking slaunders blame Let not in woord thy promise be more large Then thou in deede art wylling to discharge Abhorred is that false dissembling broode That seemes to beare two faces in one hoode To say a thing and not to meane the same Wyll turne at length to lose of thy good name Wherefore my freend let double dealing goe In steade whereof let perfect plainenesse flowe Doo thou no more in idle woordes exceede Then thou intendes to doo in very deede So good report shall spreade thy woorthy prayse For being iust in woord and deede alwayes You worldly wightes that worldly dooers are Before you let your woord slip foorth to farre Consyder wel what inconuenience springes By breache of promise made in lawfull thinges First God mislikes where such deceite dooth swarme Next it redoundeth vnto thy neighbours

they doe once begin It teacheth vs to frame our life while vitall breth we haue When it dissolueth earthly masse the soule from death to saue By feare of God to rule our steppes from sliding into vice A wisedome is which we neglect although of greater price A poynt of wisedome also this we commonly esteeme That euery man should be in deede that he desires to seeme To bridle that desire of gaine which forceth vs to ill Our hawtie stomackes Lord represse to tame presuming will This is the wisedome that we should aboue eache thing desire O heauenly God from sacred throne that grace in vs inspire And print in our repugnant hearts the rules of wisedome true That all our deedes in worldly life may like thereof insue Thou onely art the liuing spring from whome this wisedome flowes O washe therewith our sinfull heartes from vice that therin growes Finis M. Edwardes 30 A frendly admonition YE stately wightes that liue in quiet rest Through worldly wealth which God hath giuen to you L●ment with teares and sighes from dolefull brest The shame and power that vice obtaineth now Behold how God doth daily profer grace Yet we disdaine repentance to embrace The suddes of sinne doe sucke into the mind And cancred vice doth vertue quite expell No chaunge to good alasse can resting finde Our wicked hearts so stoutly doe rebell Not one there is that hasteth to amend Though God from heauen his daily threates doe send We are so slow to chaunge our blamefull life We are so prest to snatche aluring vice Such greedie hartes on euery side be rife So few that guide their will by counsell wise To set our teares lament the wretched case And call to God for vndeserued grace You worldly wightes that haue your fancies sixt On slipper ioy of terreine pleasure here Let some remorse in all your deedes be mixt Whiles you haue time let some redresse appere Of sodaine Death the houre you shall not know And looke for Death atthough it seemeth slow Oh be no iudge in other mens offence But purge thy selfe and seeke to make thee free Let euery one applie his diligence A chaunge to good with in him selfe to see O God direct our feete in such a stay From cancred vice to shame the hatefull way Finis R. Hill. 31. Sundrie men sundrie affectes IN euery wight some sondrie sort of pleasure I doe finde Which after he doth seeke to ease his toyling minde Diana with her training chase of hunting had delight Against the fearefull Deare shee could direct her shotte aright The loftie yeares in euery age doth still imbrace the ●ame The sport is good if vertue doe assist the chearefull game Minerua in her chattering armes her courage doth aduaunce In triall of the bloudie warres shee giueth luckie chaunce For sauegard men imbrace the same which doe so needefull seeme That noble heartes their cheefe delights in vse therof esteeme In warlike games to ride or trie the force of armes they vse And base the man we doe accompt 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 releefe to carefull minde For woe redresse for care a salue for sadnesse helpe we finde The soueraigne praise of Musicke still doth cause the Poetes faine That whliring Spheres and eke the heauens do hecmonie retaine I heard that these three powers at variaunce lately fell Whiles eache did praise his owne delight the other to excell Then Fame as one indifferent iudge to ende 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 geues sweete delight to further other game These three delightes to hawtie mindes the worthiest are estemed If vertue be anexed to them they rightly be so demed With ioy they doe releeue the witte with sorrow oft opprest And neuer suffer solempne greefe too long in minde to rest Be wise in mirth and seeke delight the same doe not abuse In honest mirth a happie ioy we ought not to refuse Finis R. Hill. 32. Time giues experience WE reade what paines the powers deuine Through wrath conceiued by some offence To mortall creatures they assigne Their due desartes for recompence What endlesse paine they must endure Which their offences did procure A Gripe doth Titius Liuer teare His greedie hungrie gorge to fill And Sisiphus must euer beare The rowling stone against the hill A number moe in hell be found Which thus to endlesse paine are bound Yet all the woe that they sustaine Is nothing to the paine of me Which cometh through the proude disdaine Of one that doth to loue repine Therefore I crie woe worth the houre Since first I fell in Venus power The gnawing gripes of irksome thought Consumes my heart with Titius griefe I also haue full vainly wrought With Sisiphus without reliefe Euen when I hope to ende my paine I must renue my sute againe Yet will I not seeme so vntrue To leaue a thing so late begone A better happe may yet insue The strongest towres in time be wonne In time therefore my trust I place Who must procure desired grace Finis R. H. 33 Of sufferance cometh ease TO seeme for to reuenge eache wrong in hastie wise By proofe we see of guiltlesse men it hath not bene th● guise In slaunders lothsome brute where they condemned bee With ragelesse moode they suffer wrong where truth shal trie thē free These are the patient panges that passe within the brest Of those that feele their cause by mine where wrōg hath right opprest I know how by suspect I haue bene iudgd awrie And graunted g●ltie in the thing that cleerely I denie 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 excremitie by proofe it might be knowne Yet are there suche that say they can my meaning deeme Without respect of this olde trothe 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 whome it might be wrought If any suche there be that heerewithall be vext It were their vertue to beware and deeme me better next Finis E. S. 34 Being trapped in Loue be complayneth THe hidden wees that swelleth in my hart Brings forth suche sighes as filles the aire with smoke T●e golden beames thorow this his fierie dart D●re not abide the answere of the stroke Which stroke although it dazed me some dele Yet nature taught my hand to worke his kinde Wherewith I taught to pull away the stele But to my paine it left my head behinde That fastned hath my

will I loue though she be coye H. A foole hym self will still anoye M. Who will not die for suche a one H. Be wise at length let her alone M. I can not doe so H. then be thy owne foe M. Alas I die H. what remedie Finis E. S. ¶ 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 anoye I hate not without cause alas yet loue I knowe not why I thought to hate I can not hate although that I should die A foe moste swete 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 sourse of sorie paines What is it then that I doe seke what ioye would I aspire A thyng that is deuine belike to high for mans desire Finis FK ¶ The iudgement of desire THe liuely Larke did stretche her wyng The messenger of mornyng bright And with her cherefull voyce did syng The daies approche dischargyng night When that Aurora blushyng redd Discride the gilt of Thetis bedd Laradon tan tan Tedriton teight I went abroad to take the aire And in the meadds I mett a knight Clad in carnation colour faire I did salute the youthfull wight Of hym I did his name enquire He sight and saied I am desire Laradon tan tan Tedriton teight Desire I did desire to staie A while with hym I craued talke The courteous wight saied me no naie But hande in hande with me did walke Then in desire I askte againe What thing did please and what did pain Laradon tan tan He smild and thus he answered me Desire can haue no greater paine Then for to see an other man The thyng desired to obtaine No ioye no greater to then this Then to inioye what others misse Laridon tan tan Finis E. O. ¶ The complaint of a louer wearyng Blacke and Tawnie. A Croune of Bayes shall that man weare That triumphs ouer me For blacke and Tawnie will I weare Whiche mournyng colours be The more I folowed on the more she fled awaie As Daphne did full long agone Apollos wishfull praie The more my plaints resounde the lesse she pities me The more I saught the lesse I founde that myne she ment to be Melpomeney alas with dolefull tunes helpe than And syng bis wo worthe on me ▪ forsaken man Then Daphnes baies shal that man weare that triumphs ouer me For Blacke Taunie will I weare which monrnyng colours be Droune me you tricklyng teares you wailefull wights of woe Come help these hāds to rēt my heares my rufull happs to showe On whom the scorchyng flames of loue doeth feede you se Ah a lalalantida my deare dame hath thus tormented me Wherefore you Muses nine with dolefull tunes helpe than And syng Bis wo worthe on me forsaken man Then Daphnes Baies shall that man weare that triumps euer me For Blacke Taunie will I weare which mourning colours be An Ancres life to leade with nailes to scratche my graue Where earthly Wormes on me shall fede is all the ioyes I craue And hid my self from shame sith that myne eyes doe see Ah a alantida my deare dame hath thus tormented me And all that present be with dolefull tunes helpe than And syng Bis woe worthe on me forsaken man. Finis E.O. ¶ He complaineth thus LO heare the man that must of loue complaine Lo heare that seas that feeles no kinde of blisse Lo here I seke for ioye and finde but paine Lo what despite can greater be then this To freze to death and stande yet by the fire And she that shonneth me moste I doe desire L. But shall I speake alas or shall I die A. By death no helpe in speache some helpe doeth lie L. Then from that breast remoue a Marble minde A. As I see cause so are ye like to finde L. I yelde my self what would you more of me A. You yelde but for to winne and conquer me L. Sa●e and kill not madame A. Forsake your sute for shame No no no no not so O happie man now vaunt thy self That hath this conquest gainde And now doeth liue in greate delight That was so lately painde Triumph triumph triumph wholouers be Thrise happie is that woyng That is not long a doyng Triumph triumph triumph that hath like victorie Finis ¶ Findyng no relief he complaineth thus IN quest of my relief I finde distresse In recompence of loue moste depe disdaine My langour is suche words maie not expresse A shower of teares my watrishe eye doeth raine I dreame of this and doe deuine of wo I wander in the thoughts of my swete fo I would no peace the cause of warre I flie I hope I feare I burne I chill in froste I lye alowe yet mounts my minde 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 lower then bitter gall My shipp semes sounde and yet her ribbs be 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 disagre My self am with my self at mortall strife As warmth of sonne doeth melte the siluer Snowe The heate of loue beholde consumes me so Finis R.H. ¶ Beyng in loue he complaineth VVHat dome is this I faine would knowe That demeth all by contraries What God or whether height or lowe Now would I learne some warrantise Some saie the blinded God aboue Is he that woorketh all by loue But he that stirreth strife the truthe to tell I alwaies feele but knowe not well Some saie Alecto with her mates Are thei whiche breedeth all anoye Who sitts like Haggs in hellishe gates And seeks still whom thei maie destroye Some saie againe t is destinie But how it comes or what it is I let it passe before I misse Despite doeth alwaies worke my wo And happ as yet holds hardly still For feare I set my frendshipp so And thinke againe to reape good will. I doe but striue against the winde For more I seeke the lesse I finde And where I seeke moste for to please There finde I alwaies my desease And thus I loue and doe reape still Nothyng but hate for my good will. Finis L. V. A louer disdained complaineth IF euer man had loue to