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A21163	The paradyse of daintie deuises Contayning sundrie pithie preceptes, learned counsels, and excellent inuentions: right pleasaunt and profitable for all estates. Deuised and written for the most part, by M. Edwards, sometimes of her Maiesties Chappell: the rest, by sundrye learned gentlemen, both of honour, and worship, whose names hereafter followe.; Paradise of daynty devises	Edwards, Richard, 1523?-1566.	1580 (1580)	STC 7518; ESTC S116352	58,144	103

pleasure life and will That life which yet remaynes and in thy brest appeares Hath sowne 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 FJNJS W. Hunis 2. Who waighteth on this wauering world and veweth ech estate By triall taught shall learne it best to liue in simple rate AMid the vale the slender shrubbe is hid from all mishap When taller tree that standes aloft is rent with thunder clappe The Turrets tops which touch the clouds are beat with euery blast Soone shiuered are their stones with storme and quickly ouer cast Best bodyed tree in all the world for timber beame is found And to the axe the sturdiest Oxe doth yeelde and fall to ground The highest hill doth soonest feele the flash of lightninges flame And soone decayes the pompe and pryde of high renowned name Of all the heard the huntman seekes by proofe as doth appeare With double forked arrow head to wound the greatest Deare The haughtiest head of all the droue enioyest the shortest life And stains the slaughter house with blood at prick of butchers knife Thus what thing highest place attaines is soonest ouerthrowne What euer fortune sets aloft she threats to throw it downe And though no force resist thy power and seeke thee to confound Yet doth the praise of weighty thinges declyne it selfe to ground For restlesse tipe of rowlling wheele example hath it tride To heauy burthen yeelde it must full soone and slippe asyde What vailes the rich his bed of downe that sighes for sleepeles 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 proude in cuppes of gold with wine receiue their bane The bed the boord the dread in doubt with trayne to be opprest When fortune frownes their power must yeelde as wyre vnto the wrest Who so thou be that sits alow and tread the valleyes path Thou needes not feare the Thunder bolts of mighty Ioue his wrath If Icarus had not presumed to high to take his flight He had not yet bene drowned in Seas that now Jtarion hight If Phaeton had not enterprised to guide his fathers seate His fires had not inflamed the world nor bene destroyed with heate But who so climes aboue the meane there is no hope of stay The higher vp the sooner downe and nearer his decay Then you that here in pompe are plaste to guide the golden mace Let crowne and Scepter both obay the meane of vertues race For neither shall renowned vertue see the pitte of hell Nor yet in tombe of Marble stone she shall abide to dwell And in that Tombe full brauely dect When that she shall depart God send her rest and all thinges well according to desart But from Sepulcher flies she hence beyond the skies aboue And glistering in the blisfull starres she raignes with mighty Ioue FINJS Iasper Heywood 3. The perfect triall of a faithfull friend NOt stayed state but feeble stay not costly robes but bare aray not passed welth but preseÌ„t waÌ„t not heped store but sleÌ„der skaÌ„t Not plenties purse but poore estate not happy hap but froward fate Not wish at wil but waÌ„t of ioy not harts good helth but harts anoy No fredomes vse but prisoners thrall not costly seate but lowest fall Not weale I meane but wretched wo doth truly trie the friend froÌ„ foe And nought but frowarde Fortune prooues who fawning faynes or simply loues FINIS M. Yloop. 4. Being asked the occasion of his white head He aunswereth thus WHere seething sighes and sorrow sobbes Hath slaine the slippes that Nature set And scalding showers with stonie throbbes The kindly sapp from them hath fet What wonder their though that you see Vpon my head whyte heares to be Where thought hath thrilde and throwne his speares To hurt the hart that harmeth him not And groning grefe hath ground forth teares Myne eyne to stayne my face to spot What wonder then though that you see Vpon my head whyte heares to bee Where pinching payne himselfe hath plaste There peace with pleasures were possest And where the walles of wealth lye waste And pouertie in them is prest What wonder then though that you see Vpon my head whyte heares to bee Where wreatched woe will weaue her web Where care the clew can catch and cast And floods of ioy are fallen to ebbe So lo that life may not long last What wonder then though that you see Vpon my head white heares to bee These heares of age are messengers Which bid me fast repent and pray They be of death the Harbingers That doth prepare and dresse the way Wherefore I ioy that you may see Vpon my head such heares to be They be the liues that lead the length How farre my race is for to runne They say my youth is fled with strength And how old 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 musick is harmonicall Their tunes declare a time from ground I came and how thereto I shall Wherefore I ioy that you may see Vpon my head such stringes to bee 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 J wist BEware of had I wist whose fine bringes care and smart Esteeme of all as they deserue and deeme as deemde thou art So shall thy pefect friend enioy his hoped hyre And faithlesse fawning foe shall misse theffect of his desyre Good wilt shall haue his gayne and hate shall heape despight A faythlesse friend shall find distrust and loue shall reape delight Thy selfe shall rest in peace thy friend 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 perchaunce but vayne As rather teaching how to lose then how a friend to gayne But this not my intent to teach to finde a friend But safely how to loue and leaue is all that I intend And if you prooue in part and finde my councell true Then wish me well for my good will t is all I craue adue FJNJS My luck is losse 6. M. Edwardes 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 thorne The flowres which cold in prison kept now laughes the frost to skorne All natures Impes triumphes whiles ioyfull May doth last When

stands at like stay Obscurely to consume away And last when humane force was none could part our loue wherin we liued My ladies life alas is gon most cruel death hath it bereued Whose vertues her to God hath wonne And left me here a man vndone FINIS F. G. 31. A worthy ditie song before the Queenes Maiestie at Bristowe MIstrust not troth that truely meanes for euery ielous freke Instead of wroÌ„g coÌ„demne not right no hiddeÌ„ wrath to wreke Looke on the light of fault lesse 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 praise 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 secret harts whose thoughts are hard to find 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 praise 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 puffing hate FINIS D. S. 32. An Epitaph vpon the death of Sir Edward Saunders Knight Lord chiefe Baron of the Exchequer YOu Muses weare your mourning weeds strike on the fatal Drome Sound Triton out the trumpe of fame in spite of Parcas dome Distill Parnassus pleasant drops possesse Pierides place Apollo helpe with dolefull tune to waile this wofull case Wring hard your hands waile on your 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 corps the vermine foule to feede Whom Impes of Joue 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 An other Nestor for aduise Zalucus fame that wanne A Damon deare vnto his freend in faith like Phocion found A Cato that could counsell giue to prince a subiect found Not Athens for their Solon sage not Rome for Numa waile As we for Saunders death haue cause in fods of teares to saile Nor Sparta card for Chilos death ne proud Prienua 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 youthfull yeeres His counsel sad his rules his lawes in country soyle so wrought As though in Cuma he had ben 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 orphaÌ„ts weak might widows rere that cry The sound thereof should pearce the cloudes to skale the empire sky To bid the gods to battel bend and to dissend in sight Though farre 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 fierce Achilles sled where is king Turnus shroude What is become 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 Till frowning Fortune foyld by face which fawning fortune found Shun Fortunes feates shake fortune of to none is fortune sound Sith none may say of Fortune so I Fortune faithfull found Beholde where Fortune flowed so fast and fauoured Saunders lure Tiliffckle Fortune false again did Saunders death procure Lo clothed could in cloddes of clay in drossy dust remaine By fate returnd froÌ„ 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 their mirth our mone is such That they may laugh as cause doo yeeld 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 die 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 Judiths 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 wherein you triumph most Knele on your knes knock hard your brests souÌ„d 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 seate to sitte Here shee like Phaebus rules that can Gordius knot vnknitte I liued to nature long ynough I liued to honour 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 DiamoÌ„d 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

In youth I rangde the feeldes where vices all did growe In youth alas I wanted grace such vice to ouerthrowe In youth what I thought sweete most bitter now do finde Thus hath the follies of my youth with folly kept me blind Yet as the Egle castes her bill whereby her age renueth So Lorde with mercy doe forgiue the follies of my youth FJNJS M. Hunnis No pleasure without some paine HOw can the tree but wast and wither away That hath not sometime comfort of the Sunne How can that flower but fade and soone decay That alwayes is with darke cloudes runne Is this a life nay death you may it call That feeles eche paine and knoweth no ioy 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 him that is alone Is this a life nay death you may it call That feeles eche paine and knowes no ioy at all Whereto serue eares if that there be no sound Or such a head where no deuise doth growe But all of plaintes since sorrow is the ground Whereby the hart doth pine in deadly woe Is this a life nay death you may it call That feeles eche paine and knowes no ioy at all FINIS L. Vaux The fruite of feined friendes JN choise of frends what hap had I to chuse one of cireÌ„s kind whose harp whose pipe whos melody could fede my ears make me blind Whose pleasant voice made me forget that in sure trust is great deceit In trust I see is treason founde and man to man deceitfull is And whereas treasure doth abound of flatterers there doe not misse Whose painted speach outward show do seme as frends be not so Would I haue thought in thee to be the nature of the Crocadill Which if a maÌ„ a slepe may see with bloudy thirst desires to kill And then with teares a while gan weepe the death of him thus slaine a sleepe O fauel false thou traitor born what mischief more might thou deuise Then thy deare frend to haue in scorne him to wouÌ„d in sundry wise Which still a frende pretends to be and are not so by proofe I see Fie fie vpon such trecherie W. H. If such false Shippes doe haunt the shore Strike downe the saile and trust no more M. Edwards A dialogue betweene a Gentleman and his Loue. A. SHall I no way winne you to graunt my desire B. What woman will graunt you the thing 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 say not so B. To Loue you best I must say no A. Yet will I not flitt B. then play 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 away B. Swift haukes in their flying oft tymes misse their pray 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 play 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 sayings I sure knowe not how A. Most truth I meane as time shall well trie B. No truth in men I ofte espie A. Yet will I not flitt B. then play 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 may say nay and meane Loue most 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 soone dispatche you you shall not come there A. Some speedes at length that ofte haue miste B. I am well armde come when you liste A. Yet will I not flitt B. then play 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 friendly as I shall you proue A. Most true you shall finde me I this doe protest B. Then sure you shall binde me to graunt your request A. O happie threede now haue I spunne B. You sing before the conquest wonne A. Why then will you swarue B. euen as you deserue A. Loue still B. I will A. yet kill not B. I will not A. Make me your man B. come to me than FJNJS M. Edwards Exclaiming vpon his vnkind Loue his friend replieth wittely M. VVHat death may bee compared to Loue H. What griefe therein now doest thou proue M. My paines alas who can expresse H. I see no cause of heauinesse M. My Ladies lookes my woe hath wrought H. Then blame thine eyes that first 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 most I loue although I smarte H. With her owne sworde thou slaiest thy hart M. Such pleasaunt baites who can refraine H. Such baites will sure breede thee great paine M. What shall I doe than H. Come out and thou can M. Alas I die H. what remedie M. Her golden beames mine eyes doe daze H. Vpon the Sunne thou maiest not gaze M. She might reward my cruell smarte H. She thinkes thou hardst a fained harte M. She laughes to heare my wofull cries H. Forsake her then in tyme be wise M. No no alas that may 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. Such are the fruites 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 him selfe 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 FJNJS E. S. The complaint of a Louer wearing Blacke and Taunie A Crowne of Bayes shall that man weare That triumphes ouer mee For Blacke and Taunie will I weare Which

So must I flie of loue the vayne pursute Whereof the gaine is lesser then the fruite And I also must lothe those learing lookes Where loue doth lurke still with his subtle sleight With painted mocks and inward hidden hookes To trappe by trust that lieth not in wayte The end whereof assay it who so shall As sugred smart and inward bitter gall And I must flie such Cirian songs Wherewith thac Circes Vlisses did enchaunt These wilie Wattes I meane with filed tongues That hartes of steele haue power to daunt Who so as Hauke that stoopeth to their call For most desarte receiueth least of all But woe to me that firste behelde these eyes The trappe wherein I say that I was tane An outward salue which inward me destroyes Whereto I runne as Rat vnto her bane As to the fishe sometime it doth befall That with the bayte doth swallow hooke and all Within my brest wherewith I dayly fedde The vayne repast of amourous hote desyre With loytering lust so long that hath me fed Till he hath brought me to the flaming fyre In tyme as Phenix endes her care and carkes I make the fire and burne my selfe with sparkes FJNIS L. Vaux Bethincking himselfe of his end writeth thus WHen I behold the baier my last and posting Horse That bare shall to the graue my vile and carren corse Then say I seely wretche why doest thou put thy trust In things eithe made of clay that soone will turne to dust Doest thou not see the yong the hardy and the fayre That now are past and gone as though they neuer were Doest thou not see thy selfe draw howerly to thy last As shaftes which that is shotte at byrdes that flieth fast Doest thou not see how death through smyteth with his launce Some by warre some by plague and some by worldly chaunce What thing is there on earth for pleasure that was made But goeth more swift away then doth the Sommer shade Loe heare the Sommer flower that sprong this other day But Wynter weareth as fast and bloweth cleane away Euen so shalt thou consume feom youth to lothsome age For death he doth not spare the prince more then the page Thy house shal be of clay a clotte vnder thy head Vntill the latter day the graue shall be thy bed Vntill the blowing tromp doth say to all and some Rise vp out of your graue for now the Iudge is come FJNJS L. Vaux Being in loue he complayneth ENforst by loue and feare to please and not offende Within the wordes you would me write a message I must sende A wofull errand sure a wretched man must write A wretched tale a wofull head besemeth to indite For what can he but wayle that hath but all he would And yet that all is nought at all but lack of all he should But lack of all his minde what can be greater grefe That haue and lack that likes him best must needes be most mischief Now foole what makes thee wayle yet some might say full well That haste no harme but of thy self as thou thy self canst tell To whome I aunswere thus since all my harmes doe grow Vpon my self so of my selfe some happe may come I trow And since I see hoth hap and harme betides to me For present woe my after blisse will make me not forget thee Who hath a field of Golde and may not come therein Must liue in hope till he haue force his treasure well to winne Whose ioyes by hope of dread to conquere or to lose So great a wealth doth rise and for example doth disclose To winne the golden Fleese stoode Iason not in dread Till that Medeas hope of health did giue him hope to speede Yet sure his mynde was much and yet his feare the more That hath no happe but by your helpe may happe for to restore The raging Bulles he dread yet by his Ladies charme He knew it might be brought to passe they could doe little harm Vnto whose grace yeeld he as I doe offer me Into your handes to haue his happe not like him for to be But as King Priamus did yeeld him to the will Of Cressed false which him forsooke with Diomede to spill So I to you comend my fayth and eake my ioy I hope you will not be so false as Cressed was to Troy For if I be vntrue her Lazares death I wish And eake in thee if thou be false her clapper and her dish FINIS R. L. Being in trouble he writeth thus IN terrours trappe with thralldome thrust Their thornie thoughtes to taste and trie In conscience cleare from cause vniust With carping teares did call and crie And sayd O God yet thou art he That canne and will deliuer me Bis. Thus trembling there with teares I trod To totter tide in truthes defence With sighes and sobbes I sayd O God Let right not haue this recompence Least that my foes might laugh to se That thou wouldest not deliuer me Bis. My soule then to repentaunce ranne My ragged clothes all rent and torne And did bewayle the losse it wanne With lothsome life so long forlorne And sayd O God yet thou art he That can and will deliuer me Bis. Then comfort came with clothes of ioy Whose seames were faithfull steadfastnesse And did bedecke the naked boy That earst was full of wretchednesse And sayd be glad for God is hee That shortly will deliuer thee Biss FJNJS W. H. Being troubled in minde he writeth as followeth THe bitter sweate that straines my yeelded harte The carelesse count that doth the same imbrace The doubtfull hope to reape my due desarte The pensiue path that guides my restlesse race Are at such warre within my wounded brest As doeth bereaue my ioy and eake my rest My greedy will that seekes the golden gayne My luckelesse lotte doth alway take in wroth My mated minde that dreades my sutes in vayne My pittious playnt doth helpe to set it forth So that betweene two waues of raging Seas I driue my dayes in troubles and disease My wofull eyes doe take their cheefe delight To feede their fill vpon the pleasaunt maze My hidden harmes that grow in me by sight With pining paines doe driue me from the gaze And to my hope I reape no other hyre But burne my self and I doe blow the fire FINJS I. Haywood Looke or you leape IF thou in surety safe wile sit If thou delight at rest to dwell Spende no more wordes then shall seeme fitte Let tongue in silence talke expell In all thinges that thou seest men bent See all say nought hold thee content In worldly workes degrees are three Makers doers and lookers on The lookers on haue libertie Both the others to iudge vpon Wherefore in all as men are bent See all say naught hold thee content The makers oft are in fault found The doers doubt of praise or shame The lookers on finde surest ground They haue the fruite yet free from blame This doth perswade in all

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