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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
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

price O blasyng starre that burnes like Eathna flame O fickle dames goe hide your hedds in holes Approche not nere where I doe Constance name Your dwellyngs are emong the dampned soles Goe girnyng girles and giglotts where ye luste Dame Constance sitts in glorie with the iuste FINIS ¶ Of one that f●unde falshed in felowship IF faithe take foile and plaine good will be loste Let fained loue seke Larks when Skie doeth fall If triall greate be made a double poste No practise seru's to shoffull Cards with all If waityng long can winne but cold reward Bid wilie witts goe warme his hands at fire If trothe want happ for toile and greate regade There is no hope that workeman shall haue hire If letters large but little likyng winne Your bablyng tongs in fine small boste shall make If seruice paste a sute must newe beginne Newe hangers on in haste their leaue maie take Since suertie shrinks and freendship smells of gile Adue badd worlde thy fauour lasts no while FINIS Written to a vertuous gentlewoman whose name is in the verses DEMe all my deedes by true desarts that sheweth eury frute And paise my woords and proue my woorks and so esteme my suite My trothe vntried bids me retire and bryngs me in dispaire Passe on saith hope good hap maie come the weather maie be faire Prease not to faste saieth Danger then for feare thy ●oote doe slide Of hastie speede greate harmes doe rise as often hath bin tried Repentance comes care men beware for want of perfite skill Therefore let reason rule the raine and wisedome master will Thus in myne hedde a battaill is betwene my hope and dre●d Hope pricks me forthe feare driu's me backe my fancie thus I feed Though hope be farre aboue my happ good lucke maie me aduance And this great warre maie be a peace as al things haue their chance The tossed shipp maie hauen it that anker holde hath none As rainie dropps by length of tyme maie pearce the Marble stone What fort or holde is halfe so strong that euer man could make But poulders force and Cannon blast can make it doune to shake The pelletts all that I must bryng vnfained faithe must be The ladder for to scale the walls is trothe when tried is he This aunswere maie the captaine make to whom my siege I laie Whose fort is wonne by sutche a sault or by none other waie With Ensigne spred and battrie set I hope to make a breache And trust to winne by suite at length that now is past my reache FINIS A sarewell to a fondlyng THe heate is past that did me fret The fire is out that Nature wrought The plants of loue whiche youth did set Are drie and dedde within my thought The Frost hath kilde the kindly sappe Whiche kept the harte in liuly state The sodaine stormes and thonder clappe Hath tourned loue to mortall hate The miste is gone that bleard myne eyes The lovnyng clouds I see appere Although the blinde eats many flies I would she knewe my sight is clere Her sweete disceiuyng flattryng face Did make me thinke the Crowe was white I muse how she had sutche a grace To seeme a Hauke and he a Kite Finis ¶ VVritten to the good Lorde Maior of London now in office called Sir Nicholas Woodroffe Knight THe tyme showes all as fire woorks waxe in tyme greate thyngs are doen Tyme weau's the web and wrought the flaxe that paine through tyme hath sponne Tyme must be sought tyme must be vsde tyme must be tempred well Els out of tyme in any sorte the tale is that we tell So tyme moues pen sturrs the muse that time had lulld a slepe To write of tyme and matter sutche as maie good credite kepe Then my good Lorde to former tyme I doe referre my verse And auncient yeres with elders daies that can great things reherse Tyme brought the sworde that eche one fears to rule the rurall sort Tyme wanne this Citie hye renowne and gatt it good report Time made the chosen Maior a knight and time did greater things For tyme made subiects loue the lawe and honour rightfull Kyngs Thus tyme was nours and mother bothe to chosen children here And tyme out worne takes life of trothe so showe●●●ke candle clere Whiche time my verse reuiu's againe and bringeth freshe to minde The tyme that long is paste before and thousandes left behinde For those that in this present tyme list looke on Elders daies Who in their tyme did some good deeds and reaped peoples praise As gwerdon for the tyme well spent and vertues right reward That giuen is to graffs of grace that God doeth mutche regard As tyme hath taught good men to rule and made the bad obaie So tyme hath rooted vp all weedes that made good flowers decaie This Citie claimes by tracte of tyme a stately Ciuill trade And is a Lampe or shinyng Sunne to Countries sillie shade For Ciuill maners here began and Order roote did take Whē sauage swaines in rubbishe soiles did ciuill life forsake Here wit throwe wisedome weldeth wealth worlde good tyme attends And God through trafficks toile paine a worlde of treasure sends Here states repaire and lawes are tried and noble customes shine Here dwells the Sages of the worlde and all the Muses nine The Court it self Innes of court where wit knowledge floes Haunts here as terme and time cōmands and people comes goes Here are Embastours feasted still and forraine kynges haue bin Here are the wheeles of publike state that bryngs the pagent in And here is now the Maiden toune that keepes her self so cleane That none can touche nor staine in trothe by any cause or meane Then here ought be no member left that maie infecte the reste Whip faultors hence and plage the worst and make but of the beste Let stubburne route be taught to worke bid paltrars packe awaie Giue Idell folke no lodgyng here cause wantons leaue their plaie Searche out the haunts of noughtie men break the nest of theues Yea plucke their liurey oer their eares and badges from their sleues That breeds misrule and rudenesse showes so shall the Ciuill seate As Lanterne to all Britaine lande remaine in honour greate Demaūde how thredebare figboies liue swearing dāpned spretes Reforme those blading desprate dicks that roiste aboute the stretes Disperse that wicked shamelesse swarme that cares not for reproch Purge eury house from gracelesse geastes that setts all vice abroche Rebuke those common alehouse knights y t spends awaie their thrift And aske on Benche where Iustice sitts how roges beggers shift Teache railyng tongs to tune their speeche and talke of that is fitte Holde in the rashe and harebraine hedds by Lawe and Orders bitte Knowe whence these sausie libells come y e faine discord would make And woorke by art and crafte to pluke the styng from subtil Snake This Citie is no harbryng place for vessells fraught with vice Here is the soile and seate of kyngs and place of precious price Here worthies makes their mantions still buildeth stately towers Here sitts the Nobles of the realme in golden hasles and bowers O London looke to thy renowne thy fame hath stretched farre Thou art a staie in tyme of peace a help● in cause of warre A feare to foes a ioye to freends a Iewell in our daies That well maie matche with any Toune or sea●e of greatest praise Here people are so meeke and milde that forraine nations throwe In Ciuill sort with wealth and ease maie liue in quiet nowe What Citie can make ●oste and saie greate God ●e blest therfore It doeth so many straungers feede and so maintaine the store For here the more the number is the lesse of want we finde Of corne and cates ●utche store is here it answers eche mans minde Waye wed the hearth of other realmes and you shall see in deede The plentie of this 〈◊〉 Ile supplie our neighbours neede In worlde who trauailes any where and then repaireth here Shall fi●●e eche ●hing good chepe at home that is abroade full dere And none but London note it well doeth keepe one stint and rate O● vi●●●iles in the market place looke throughout eury state Yea here when God for wicked life his bountie will withdrawe T●e Maior and brethren shonneth dearth by rule and noble lawe Here is prouision for the poore and who that markes the ●ame Shall see that worthie Sages graue deserues a noble name My boldnesse now O my good lorde excuse through my good will That euer in my Countries praise is prest and readie s●ill And where the noughtie liues of some are touched by m● peinie It is for Londons honour spoke that can reforme futche menne Whiche in this stately shepheards folde like rotten shepe doe liue And who for want of lookyng too doe 〈◊〉 example giue God graunt whiles worthie Woodroffe rules euery other yere There comes no Mothes emong good men nor Caterpillars here Thus wishyng well in Londons laude my penne I must excuse To Printer sent these verses plaine of this lasie mornyngs muse FINIS