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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

brest appeares Hath sowen in thee such seedes you ought to weede with teares And life that shall succeede when death is worne and past Shall spring for euer then in ioy or payne to last Where death on life hath power ye see that life also Hath mowen the fruites of death which neuer more shall grow FINIS W. Hunis 2. Who wayteth on this wauering world and veweth each estate By tryall taught shall learne it best to liue in simple rate AMid the vale the sclender shrubbe is hid from all mishap When taller tree that standes aloft is rent with thunder clap The Turrets tops which touch the cloudes are beat with euery blast Soone shiuered are their stones with storme and quickly ouer cast Best bodyed tree in all the wood for tymber beame is found And to the axe the sturdiest Oxe dooth yeeld and fall to ground The highest hill dooth soonest feele the flash of lightnings flame And soone decayes the pomp and pryde of high renowmed name Of all the heard the huntman seekes by proofe as dooth appere With double forked arrowe head to wound the greatest Deare The hautiest head of all the droue enioyes the shortest life And staines the slaughter house with blood at pricke of butchers knife Thus what thing hyest place atteynes is soonest ouerthrowne What euer Fortune sets a loft she threates to throw it downe And though no force resist thy power nor seeke thee to confound Yet dooth the payse of weighty things decline it selfe to ground For restlesse tipe of roulling wheele example hath it tryde To heauy burden yeelde it must ful soone and slip asyde What vayles the rich his bed of down that sighes for sleplesse thought What time in couch of flock the poore sleepes sound feareth nought At homely boord his quiet foode his drinkes in treene be tane When oft the proud in cuppes of gold with wine receiue their bane The bed the boord the dread in dout with trayne to be opprest When fortune frounes their power must yeelde as wyre vnto the wrest If Icarus had not presumed to high to take his flight He had not yet ben drowned in Seas that now Itarion hight If Phaeton had not enterprised to guide his fathers seate His fires had not enflamed the world nor ben destroyed with heate But who so climes aboue the meane there is no hope of stay The higher vp the sonner downe and nearer his decay Then you that here in pompe or place to guide the golden mase Let crowne and Septer both obay the meane of Vertues race For neither shall renowmed Vertue see the pit of hell Nor yet in toombe of Marble stone she may abide to dwell But from Sepulcher flies she hence beyond the skies aboue And glistering in the blisful stares she raines with mighty Ioue FINIS Iasper Heywood 3. The perfect tryall of a faythfull freend NOt stayed state but feeble stay not costly robes but bare aray Not passed welth but presēt wāt not heped store but sclēder skāt Not plenties purse but poore estate not happy hap but troward fate Not wish at wil but wāt of ioy not harts good helth but harts annoy No fredomes vse but prisoners thrall not costly seate but lowest fall Not weale I meane but wretched wo doth truely try the feend frō foe And nowght but frowarde Fortune prooues who fauning faines or simply loues FINIS M. Yloop. 4. Being asked the occasion of his white head he annswereth thus WHere seething sighes and sorow sobbes Hath slaine the slippes that nature set And skalding showers with stony throbbes The kindly sappe from them hath fet What woonder then though that you see Vpon my head white heares to be Where thought hath thrild and throwne his speares To hurt the hart that harmeth him not And groning griefe hath ground forth teares Myne eyne to staine my face to spot What woonder then though that you see Vpon my head white heares to be Where pinching payne himselfe hath plaste There peace with pleasures were possest And where the walles of wealth lye waste And pouertye in them is prest What woonder then though that you see Vpon my head white heares to be Where wretched woe will weaue her webbe Where care the clewe can catch and cast And flooddes of ioy are fallen to ebbe So loe that life may not long last What woonder then though that you see Vpon my head white heares to be These heares of age are messengers Which bidde me fast repent and pray They be of death the harbingers That dooth prepare and dresse the way Wherefore I ioy that you may see Vpon my head such heares to be They be the lines that lead the length How farre my race is for to runne They say my youth is fled with strength And how olde age is weake begunne The which I feele and you may see Vpon my head such lines to be They be the stringes of sober sound Whose musicke is harmonicall Their tunes declare a time from ground I came and how there to I shall Wherefore I ioy that you may see Vpon my head such stringes to be God graunt to those that white heares haue No worse them take then I haue ment That after they be layde in graue Their soules may ioy their liues wel spent God graunt likewise that you may see Vpon your head such heares to be FINIS W. Hunis 5. Beware of had I wyst BEware of had I wyst whose fine brings care and smart Esteeme of all as they deserue and deeme as deemd thou art So shall thy perfect freend enioy his hoped hyre And faithlesse fawning foe shall misse theffect of his desyre Good will shall haue his gayne and hate shall heape despite A faithlesse freend shall find distrust and loue shall reape delite Thy selfe shall rest in peace thy freend shall ioy thy fate Thy foe shall fret at thy good happe and I shall ioy thy state But this my fond aduise may seeme purchaunce but vayne As rather teaching how to lose then howe a freend to gayne But this not my intent to teach to find a freend But safely how to loue and leaue is all that I entend And yf you prooue in part and find my counsell true Then wysh me well for my good wyll t is all I craue adue FINIS My lucke is losse 6. M. Edwards MAY. WHen MAY is in his prime then MAY eche hart reioyce When MAY bedecks eche branch with greene ech bird streins forth his voice The liuely sappe creepes vp into the bloming throne The flowres which cold in prison kept now laughes the frost to skorne All natures Impes triumphes whiles ioyful may doth last When MAY is gone of all the yeere the pleasant time is past MAY makes the cheerfull hue MAY breedes bringes new blood MAY marcheth throughout euery lim MAY makes the mery mood MAY pricketh tender harts their warbling notes to tune Ful strange it is yet some we see doe make their MAY in Iune Thus thinges

before the Queenes Maiestie at Bristowe MIstrust not troth that truely meanes for euery ielous freke In stead of wrong condēne not right no hidden wrath to wreke Looke on the light of faultlesse life how bright her vertues shine And measure out her steppes each one by leuel and by line Deeme eche desert by vpright gesse wherby your prayse shall liue If malice would be match with might let hate no iudgement giue Enforce no feare with wresting wittes in quiet conscience brest Lend not your eares to busie tongues which breedeth much vnrest In doubtfull drifts wade not to farre it weries but the mind Seeke not to search the secreat harts whose thoughts are hard to finde Auoide from you those hateful heads that helpes to heape mishap Be slow to heare the flatterers voice that creepeth in your lap Embrace their loue that wills you good and sport not at their prayse Trust not too much vnto your selfe for feeble are your stayes How can your seate be setled faste or stand on stedfast ground so propped vp with hollow harts whose surety is vnsound Giue faith to those that feare for loue and not that loue for feare Regard not them that force compels to please you euery where All this well waid and borne away shall stablish long your state Continually with perfect peace in spite of pussing hate FINIS D. S. 32. An Epitaph vpon the death of Syr Edward Saunders Knight Lord cheefe Boron of the Exchequer YOV Muses weare your mourning weeds strike on the fatal Drome Sound Triton out the trumpe of fame in spite of Pareas dome Distill Parnassus pleasant drops possesse Pierides plase Apollo helpe with dolefull tune to wayle this wofull case Wring hard you hands waile on you losse lament the fate that fell With sobs and sighes to Saunders say oh Saunders now farewell Whom Phaebus fed with Pallas pappe as one of Sibils seede Loe here where death did rest his corpes the vermine foule to feede Whom Impes of Ioue with Necter sweete long in Libethres noursht Behold how dreadful death him brought to that whence he came first Lycurgus he for learned lawes Rhadamanthus race that ranne Another Nestor for aduise Zalucus fame that wanne A Damon deare vnto his freend in faith like Phocion found A Cato that could counsel giue to prince a subiect sound Not Athens for their Solon sage not Rome for Numa waile As we for Saunders death haue cause in fods of teares to saile Not Sparta card for Chilos death ne proud Prienna prest To weepe for Bias as we wayle for Saunders late possest His learned pathes his talentes rare so now by death appeares As he that Salomon sought to serue in prime and youthful yeeres His counsel sad his rules his lawes in country soyle so wrought As though in Cuma he had benn of sage Sibilla taught His vertuous life was such I say as Vertue did embrace By Vertue taught in Vertues schoole to grow in vertues race Might tender babes might orphants weak might widows rere that cry The sound thereof shoulde pearce the cloudes to skale the empire sky To bid the gods to battel bend and to dissend in sight Though ffarre vnfit and mates vnmeete with mortal men to fight Too late alas we wish his life to soone deceiued vs Death Too little wit we haue to seeke the dead agayne to breath What helplesse is must carelesse be as Natures course doth shewe For death shal reape what life hath sowen by nature this we know Where is that ferce Achilles fled where is king Turnus shroude What is be come of Priamus state where is Periander proude Hector Hanno Hanibal dead Pompei Pirrhus spild Scipio Cirus Caesar slaine and Alexander kild So long there Fortune fast did floe and charged Fame to sound Tyll frowning Fortune foyld by fate which fawning fortune found Shun Fortunes feates shake fortune of to none is fortune sound Sith none may say of Fortune so I Fortune faithful found Beholde where Fortune flowed so fast and fauoured Saunders lure Till fickle Fortune false again did Saunders death procure Lo clothed could in cloddes of clay in drossy dust remaine By fate returnd from whence he came to his mothers wombe againe Who welnigh thirtie yeeres was Iudge before a Iudge dyd fall And iudged by that mighty Iudge which Iudge shall iudge vs all The heauens may of right reioyce and earth may it bewayle Sith heauen wan and earth hath lost the guide and arke of vaile There gaine is much our losse is great there mirth our mone is such That they may laugh as cause doo yeeld and we may weepe as much O happy he vnhappy we his hap doth aye encrease Happy he and haplesse we his hap shall neuer cease We liue to dye he dyed to liue we want and he possest We bide in bands he bathes in blisse the Gods aboue him blest Being borne to liue he liued to dye and dyed to God so plaine That birth that life that death doo shew that he shall liue againe His youth to age his age to death his death to fame applied His fame to time his time to God thus Saunders liued and dyed O happy life O happier death O tenne times happy he Whose hap it was such hap to haue a Iudge this age to be Oh ioyfull time oh blessed soyle where Pallas rules with witte O noble state O sacred seate where Saba sage dooth sitte Like Susan sound like Sara sad with Hesters mace in hand With Iudiths sword Bellona like to rule this noble land I had my will you haue your wish I laugh reioyce you may I wan now much you gaine no lesse to see this happy day Wherein I dyed wherein you liue Oh treble happy cost Wherein I ioyed in glory great wherin you triumpth most Kneele on your knees knock hard your brests sound forth the ioyful drome Clap loude your handes sound Eccho say the golden world is come Reioyce you Iudges may of right your mirth may now be such As neuer earst you Iudges had in England mirth so much Here Cuma is here Sibill raignes on Delphos seat to sitte Here shee like Phaebus rules that can Gordius knot vnknitte I liued to nature long ynough I liued to honor much I liued at wish I died at will to see my country such As neither needes it Numas lawes nor yet Apollos sweard For Mauger Mars yet Mars shal be of this our Queene afeard O peerlesse pearle O Diamond deer O Queene of Queenes farwell Your royall maiestie God preserue in England long to dwell Farwell the Phaenix of the world farwel my soueraigne Queene Farwel most noble vertuous prince Mineruas mate I weene No Iuel Gemme no Gold to giue no pearles from Pactolus lo No Persian Gaze no Indian stones no Tagus sands to show But faith and will to natiue soyle a liue and dead I find My hart my mind my loue I leaue vnto my prince behind Farwel you nobles of this land farwel you

with folly kept me blind Yet as the Egle casts her bill whereby her age renueth So Lorde with mercie doe forgiue the follies of my youth FINIS M. Hunnis No pleasure without some paine HOw can the tree but wast and wither awaie That hath not sometyme comforte of the Sunne How can that flower but fade and sone decaie That alwaies is with darcke clouds runne Is this a life naye death you maie it call That feeles eche paine and knoweth no ioye at all What foodlesse beast can liue long in good plight Or is it life where sences there be none Or what auaileth eyes without their light Or els a tongue to hym that is alone Is this a life naye death you maie it call That féeles eche paine and knowes no ioy at all Wherto serue eares if that there be no sound Or suche a head where no deuise doeth growe But all of plaints since sorrowe is the grounde Whereby the harte doeth pine in deadlie woe Is this a life naye death you maie it call That feles eche paine and knowes no ioy at al. FINIS L. Vaux The fruite of feined frendes IN choise of frends what hap had I to chuse one of Cirēs kind whose harp whose pipe whose melody could fede my ears make me blind Whose pleasant voice made me forget that in sure trust is gret deceit In trust I see is treason founde and man to man deceitfull is And whereas treasure doeth abounde of flatterers there doe not misse Whose painted speache outward show do seme as frends be not so Would I haue thought in thee to be the nature of the Crocadill Whiche if a man a slepe maie see with bloudie thirst desires to kill And then with teares a while gan wepe the death of him thus slain a slepe O fauell false thou traitor borne what mischief more might thou deuise Then thy deare frend to haue in scorne hym to wound in sundry wise Whiche still a frende pretends to bee and are not so by proofe I see Fie fie vpon suche trecherie W. H. If suche false Shippes doe haunte the shore Strike doune the saile and trust no more M. Edwardes A dialogue betwene a Gentleman and his Loue. A. SHall I no waie winne you to graunt my desire B. What woman will graunt you the thyng you require A. You onely to Loue me is all that I craue B. You onely to leaue me is all I would haue A. My deare alas now saie not so B. To Loue you beste I must saie no A. Yet will I not flitt B. then plaie on the bitt B. I will B. doe still A. yet kill not B. I will not A. Make me your man B. beshrewe me than A. The swifter I followe then you flie awaie B. Swift hauks in their fliyng oft tymes misse their praie A. Yet some killeth deadly that flie to the marke B. You shall touche no feather thereof take no carke A. Yet hope shall further my desire B. You blowe the coales and raise no fire A. Yet will I not flitt B. then plaie on the bitt B. I will B. doe still A. yet kill not B I will not A. Make me your man B. beshrewe me than A. To Loue is no daunger where true Loue is ment B. I will Loue no ranger least that I repent A. My Loue is no raunger I make God auow B. To trust your smothe saiyngs I sure knowe not how A. Moste truthe I meane as tyme shall well trie B. No truthe in men I ofte espie A. Yet will I not flitt B. then plaie on the bitt B. I will B. doe still A. yet kill not B. I will not A. Make me your man B. beshrewe me than A. Some women maie saie naie and meane Loue moste true B. Some women can make fooles of as wise men as you A. In tyme I shall catche you I knowe when and where B. I will sone dispatche you you shall not come there A. Some speds at length that ofte haue miste B. I am well armde come when you liste A. Yet will I not flitt B. then plaie on the bitt A. I will B. doe still A. yet kill not B. I will not A. Make me your man B. beshrewe me than A. Yet worke your kinde kindly graunt me Loue for Loue B. I will vse you frendly as I shall you proue A. Moste true you shall finde me I this doe protest B. Then sure you shall binde me to graunte your request A. O happie threede now haue I spunne B. You syng before the conquest wonne A. Why then will you swarue B. euen as you desarue A Loue still B. I will A. yet kill not B. I will not A. Make me your man B. come to me than FINIS M. Edwardes Exclamyng vpon his vnkinde Loue his frende replieth wittely M. WHat death maie bee compared to Loue H. What grief therein now doest thou proue M. My paines alas who can expresse H. I see no cause of heauinesse M. My Ladies looks my woe hath wrought H. Then blame thyne eyes that firste hath sought M. I burne alas and blowe the fire H. A foole consumes by his desire M. What shall I doe than H. come out and thou can M. Alas I die H. what remedie M. My sugred sweete is mixed with gall H. Thy Ladie can not doe with all M. The more I seeke the lesse I finde H. Then striue not with the streame and wind M. Her must I Loue although I smarte H. With her owne sworde thou slaiest thy hart M. Suche pleasaunt baits who can refraine H. Suche baits will sure breede thee greate paine M. What shall I doe than H. Come out and thou can M. Alas I die H. what remedie M. Her golden beames myne eyes doe daze H. Vpon the Sunne thou maiest not gaze M. She might reward my cruell smarte H. She thinks thou hardst a fained harte M. She laughs to heare my wofull cries H. Forsake her then in tyme bee wise M. No no alas that maie not bee H. No wise man then will pitie thee M. What shall I doe than H. come out and thou can M. Alas I die H. what remedie M A liuyng death loe thus I proue H. Suche are the fruits of froward Loue M. O that I might her Loue once gaine H. Thy gaine would not halfe quite the paine M. Her will I Loue though she be coye H. A foole hym self will still annoye M. Who will not die for suche a one H. Bee wise at length let her alone M. I can not doe so H. then be thy owne fo M. Alas I die H. what remedie FINIS E. S. The complaint of a Louer wearyng Blacke and Taunie A Croune of Baies shall that man weare That triumphs ouer me For Blacke and Taunie will I weare Whiche mournyng coulers bee The more I followe on the more she fled awaie As Daphne did full long agoe Apollos wishfull praie The more my plaints resounde the lesse she pities me The more I sought the lesse

spent FINIS L. Vaux Trie before you trust TO counsell my estate abandonde to the spoile Of forged frendes whose grosest fraude it set with finest foile To verifie true dealyng wights whose trust no treason dreads And all to deare thacquaintaunce be of suche moste harmfull heads I am aduised thus who so doeth frende frende so As though to morrowe nexte he feared for to become a fo To haue a fained frende no perill like I finde Oft fleryng face maie mantell best a mischief in the minde A paire of angels eares oft tymes doeth hide a serpents harte Vnder whose gripes who so doeth come to late complaines the smart Wherefore I doe aduise who so doeth frende frende so As though to morrowe next he should become a mortall fo Refuse respectyng frends that courtly knowe to faine For gold that winnes for golde shall lose the self same frende againe The Quaile needes neuer feare in foulers netts to fall If he would neuer bende his eare to listen to his call Therefore trust not to sone but when you frende frende so As though to morrowe next ye feard for to become a fo FINIS L. Vaux He renounceth all the affectes of Loue. LIke as the Harte that lifteth vp his eares To heare the hounds that hath hym in the chase Doeth cast the winde in daungers and in feares With fliyng foote to passe awaie apace So must I flie of Loue the vaine pursute Whereof the gaine is lesser then the fruite And I also must lothe those learyng looks Where Loue doeth lurke still with his subtill slaite With painted mocks and inward hidden hoks To trapp by trust that lieth not inwaite The ende whereof assaie it who so shall As sugred smart and inward bitter gall And I must flie suche Cirian songs Wherewith that Circes Vlisses did enchaunt These wilie Watts I meane with filed tongs That harts of steele haue power to daunt Who so as Hauke that stoupeth to their call For moste desarte receiueth least of all But woe to me that first behelde these eyes The trapp wherein I saie that I was tane An outward salue whiche inward me destroies Whereto I runne as Rat vnto her bane As to the fishe sometyme it doeth befall That with the baite doth swallow hooke and al. Within my breast wherewith I daiely fedd The vaine repast of amourous hott desire With loitryng lust so long that hath me fedd Till he hath brought me to the flamyng fire In tyme as Phenix ends her care and carks I make the fire and burne my self with sparks FINIS L. Vaux Bethinking hym self of his ende writeth thus WHen I beholde the baier my laste and postyng horsse That bare shall to the graue my vile and carren corsse Then saie I seely wretche why doest thou put thy truste In thyngs eithe made of claye that sone will tourne to duste Doest thou not see the young the hardie and the faire That now are paste and gone as though thei neuer were Doest thou not see thy self drawe hourly to thy laste As shafts whiche that is shotte at birds that flieth faste Doest thou not see how death through smiteth with his launce Some by warre some by plague and some with worldlie chaunce What thyng is there on yearth for pleasure that was made But goeth more swifte awaie then doeth the Sommer shade Loe here the Sommer floure that sprong this other daie But Winter weareth as faste and bloweth cleane awaie Euen so shalt thou consume from youth to lothsome age For death he doeth not spare the prince more then the page Thy house shall be of claie a clotte vnder thy hedde Vntill the latter daie the graue shall be thy bedde Vntill the blowyng trumpe doeth saie to all and some Rise vp out of your graue for now the Iudge is come FINIS L. Vaux Beyng in Loue he complaineth ENforst by Loue and feare to please and not offende Within the words you would me write a message must I sende A wofull errande sure a wretched man muste write A wrecched tale a wofull head besemeth to endite For what can he but waile that hath but all he would And yet that all is nought at all but lacke of all he should But lacke of all his mynde what can be greater grief That haue and lacke that likes hym best must neds be moste mischief Now foole what makes thee waile yet some might saie full well That haste no harme but of thy self as thou thy self canst tell To whom I aunswere thus since all my harmes doe growe Vpon my self so of my self some happ maie come I trowe And since I see bothe happ and harme betids to me For present woe my after blisse will make me not forget thee Who hath a fielde of golde and maie not come therein Must liue in hope till he haue forse his treasure well to winne Whose ioyes by hope of dread to conquere or to lose So greate a wealth doeth rise and for example doeth disclose To winne the golden Flese stoode Iason not in drede Till that Medeas hope of helpe did giue hym hope to spede Yet sure his mynde was muche and yet his feare the more That hath no happ but by your helpe maie happ for to restore The ragyng Bulls he dread yet by his Ladies charme He knewe it might be brought to passe thei could doe little hame Vnto whose grace yelde he as I doe offer me Into your hands to haue his happ not like hym for to be But as kyng Priamus did binde hym to the will Of Cressed false whiche hym forsoke with Diomed to spill So I to you commende my faithe and eke my ioye I hope you will not bee so false as Cressed was to Troye For if I bee vntrue her Lazares death I wishe And eke in thee if thou bee false her clapper and her dishe FINIS R. L. Beyng in trouble he writeth thus IN terrours trapp with thraldome thruste Their thornie thoughts to taste and trie In conscience cleare from cause vniuste With carpyng teares did call and crie And saied O God yet thou art he That can and will deliuer me Bis. Thus tremblyng there with teares I trodd To totter tide in truthes defence With sighes and sobs I saied O God Let right not haue this recompence Lest that my foes might laugh to se That thou wouldest not deliuer me Bis. My soule then to repentance ranne My ragged clothes all rent and torne And did bewaile the losse it wanne With lothsome life so long forlorne And saied O God yet thou art he That can and will deliuer me Bis. Then comfort came with clothes of ioye Whose semes were faithfull stedfastnesse And did bedecke the naked boye That erst was full of wretchednesse And saied be glad for God is he That shortly will deliuer thee Bis. FINIS W. H. Beyng troubled in mynde he writeth as followeth THe bitter sweate that straines my yelded harte The carelesse count that doeth the same emrace The doubtfull hope to reape my