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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

loue and leaue is all that I entend And yf you prooue in part and finde my counsell true Then wyshe me well for my good wyll t is all I craue adewe Finis My lucke is losse The perfect tryall of a faythfull freend NOt stayed state but feeble stay Not costly robes but bare aray Not passed wealth but present want Not heaped store but sclender skant Not plenties purse but poore estate Not happy happe but froward fate Not wyshe at wyll but want of ioy Not harts good health but hartes annoy Not freedomes vse but prisons thrall Not costly seate but lowest fall Not weale I meane but wretched woe Dooth truely trye the freend from foe And nought but froward fortune proues Who fawning faines or simply loues Finis Yloop. No pleasure without some payne SWeete were the ioyes that both might like and last Strange were the state exempt from all distresse Happy the lyfe that no mishap should tast Blessed the chaunce might neuer change successe Were such a lyfe to leade or state to proue Who would not wyshe that such a lyfe were loue But O the sowry sauce of sweete vnsure When pleasures flye and flee with wast of winde The trustlesse traynes that hoping hartes allure When sweete delightes doo but allure the minde When care consumes and wastes the wretched wight Whyle fancy feedes and drawes of her delight What lyfe were loue yf loue were free from payne But O that payne with pleasure matcht should meete Why dyd the course of nature so ordayne That sugred sowre must sause the bitter sweete Which sowre from sweete might any meanes remoue What happe what heauen what lyfe were lyke to loue Finis E. S. 1. Our pleasures are vanities BEhold the blast which blowes the blossomes from the tree The end whereof consumes and comes to nought we see Ere thou therefore be blowen from life that may not last Begin for grace to call for time mispent and past Haue mind on brittle life whose pleasures are but vayne On death likewyse bethinke how thou maist not remaine And feare thy Lord to greene which sought thy soule to saue To synne no more be bent but mercie aske and haue For death who dooth not spare the kinges on earth to kill Shall reape also from thee thy pleasure life and will. That lyfe which yet remaynes and in thy brest appeares Hath sowne in thée sutch 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 paine to last Where death on life hath power ye see that life also Hath mowen the fruites of death which neuer more shall growe FINIS D. S. 2. M. Edwardes MAY. WHen MAY is in his prime then MAY eche hart reioyce When MAY bedeckes eche branch with greene eche bird streines forth his voyce The liuely sappe creepes vp into the bloming thorne The flowres which cold in prison kept now laughes the frost to scorne All natures Impes triumphes whyles ioyfull May dooth last When MAY is gone of all the yeere the pleasant time is past MAY makes the cherfull hue MAY breedes and bringes newe blood MAY marcheth throughout euery limme MAY makes the mery moode MAY pricketh tender hartes their warbling notes to tune Ful strange it is yet some wee see doo make their MAY in Iune Thus thinges are straungely wrought whyles ioyfull MAY doth last Take MAY in time when MAY is gone the pleasant time is past All ye that liue on earth and haue your MAY at wyll Reioyce in MAY as I doo now and vse your MAY with skill Vse MAY whyle that you may for MAY hath but his time When all the fruite is gone it is to late the tree to clime Your liking and your lust is freshe whyles MAY dooth last When MAY is gone of all the yeere the pleasaunt time is past Finis 3. Faire woordes make fooles faine IN youthfull yeeres when fyrst my young desyres began To pricke mee foorth to serue in Court a sclender tall young man. My Fathers blessing then I askt vpon my knee Who blessing me with trembling hand these woordes gan say to me My sonne God guide thy way and shielde thee from mischaunce And make thy iust desartes in Court thy poore estate to aduaunce Yet when thou art become one of the Courtly trayne Thinke on this prouerbe olde qd he that faire woordes make fooles faine This counsell grauely geuen most strange appeares to me Tyll tract of time with open eyes had made me plainely see What subtill sleightes are wrought by painted tales deuise When hollowe hartes with freendly shoes the simple doo entise To thinke al golde that shines to feede their fonde desire Whose shiuering cold is warmd with smoke in stead of flaming fire Sith talke of tickle trust dooth breede a hope most vaine This prouerbe true by proofe I finde that faire woordes make fooles faine Faire speache alway doeth well where deedes insue faire woordes Faire speache againe alway dooth euil that busshes geues for birdes Who hopes to haue fayre woordes to trye his luckie lot If I may counsel let him strike it whyle the iron is hotte But them that feede on cloddes in steade of pleasaunt grapes And after warning often geuen for better lucke still gapes Full loth I am yet must I tell them in woordes plaine This prouerbe old proues true in them that faire words makes fooles faine Wo woorth the time that woordes so slowly turne to deedes Wo worth the time that faire sweete floures are growē to rotten weedes But thrise wo woorth the time that trueth away is fled Wherein I see how simple hartes with woordes are vainely fed Trust no faire woordes therefore where no deedes doo ensue Trust words as skilful Falkeners doo trust Haukes that neuer flew Trust deedes let wodrdes be woordes which neuer wrough me gaine Let my experience make you wyse and let woordes make fooles faine M. Edwardes 4. In his extreame sycknesse What greeues my bones and makes my body faint What prickes my flesh and teares my head in twaayne Why doo I wake when rest should me attaynt When others laugh why doo I liue in paine I tosse I turne I change from side to side And stretche me oft in sorowes linkes betyde I tosse as one betost in waues of care I turne to flee the woes of lothsome lyfe I change to spie yf death this corps might spare I stretche to heauen to ridde me of this strife Thus doo I stretche and change and tosse and turne Whyle I in hope of heauen by life doo burne Then holde thee still let be thy heauinesse Abolishe care forgeat thy pining woe For by this meanes soone shalt thou finde redresse When oft betost hence thou to heauen must goe Then tosse and turne and tumble franke and free O happy thryse when thou in heauen shalt be Finis L. Vaux 5. For Christmas day Reioyce reioyce with hart and voyce In Christes birth this day

reioyce FRom Virgins wombe this day dyd spring The precious seede that onely saued man This day let man reioyce and sweetely sing Since on this day saluation fyrst began This day dyd Christe mans soule from death remooue With glorious saintes to dwell in heauen aboue This day to man came pledge of perfect peace This day to man came loue and vnitie This day mans greefe began for to surcease This day did man receyue a remedie For eche offence and euery deadly sinne With guiltie hart that erst he wandred in In Christes flocke let loue be surely plaste From Christes flocke let concorde hate expell Of Christes flocke let loue be so embraste As we in Christe and Christe in vs may dwell Christe is the aucthour of all vnitie From whence proceedeth all felicitie O syng vnto this glittering glorious king O prayse his name let euery liuing thing Let hart and voyce like Belles of syluer ring The comfort that this day did bring Let Lute let Shalme with sounde of sweete delight The ioy of Christes birth this day resight Finis F. K. 6. Easter day ALl mortall men this day reioyce In Christ that you redeemed hath By death with death sing we with voyce To him that hath appesed Gods wrath Due vnto man for sinfull path Wherein before he went astray Geue thankes to him with perfect faith That for mankind hath made this glorious day This day he rose from tombe againe Wherin his precious corse was laide Whom cruelly the Iewes had slaine With blooddy woundes full ill araide O Man be nowe no more dismaide If thou hencefoorth from sinne doo stay Of death thou needest not be afraide Christ conquered death for this his glorious day His death preuayled had no whit As Paul the Apostle well doth write Except he had vprysen yet From death to life by Godlike might With most triumphant glittering light This day his glory shined I say And made vs bright as sunne this glorious day O man aryse with Christe therefore Since he from sinne hath made thee free Beware thou fall in sinne no more But ryse as Christe dyd ryse for thee So mayst thou him in glory see When he at day of doome shal say Come thou my childe and dwell with me God Graunt vs all to see that glorious day Finis Iasper Heywood 7. For Whitsunday COme holy ghost eternall God and ease the wofull greefe That thorough the heapes of heauy sinne can no where find releefe Doo thou O God redresse The great distresse Of sinfull heauinesse Come comfort the aflicted thoughtes of my consumed hart O ryd the pearcing pricking paynes of my tormenting smart O holy Ghost graunt me That I by thee From sinne may purged be Thou art my God to thee alone I wyll commend my cause Not glittering golde nor precious stone Shall make me leaue thy lawes O teache me then the way Whereby I may Make thee my onely stay My lippes my tongue my hart and al Shall spreade thy mightie name My voyce shall neuer cease to sound The prayses of the same Yea euery liuing thing Shall sweetely syng To thee O heauenly king Finis M. Kindlemarsh 8. Who mindes to bring his shippe to happy shore Must care to knowe the lawes of wysdomes lore MY freend yf thou wylt credite me in ought To whom the trueth by tryall well appeares Nought woorth is wit till it be dearely bought There is no wysedome but in hoaric heares Yet yf I may of wysedome oft define As well as others haue of happinesse Then to my woordes my freende thy eare encline The thinges that make thee wyse are these I gesse Feare God and knowe thy selfe in eche degree Be freend to all familier but to fewe Too light of credite see thou neuer be For tryall oft in trust dooth treason shewe To others faultes cast not to much thy eye Accuse no man of gilt amend thy owne Of medling much dooth mischiefe oft aryse And oft debate by tickle tongue is sowne What thing thou wylt haue hid to none declare In woorde or deede beware of had I wist So spend thy good that some thou euer spare For freendes like Haukes doo soare from emptie fist Cut out thy coate according to thy cloth Suspected persons see thou alwayes flee Beleeue not him that once hath broke his troth Nor yet of gift without desart be free Time quickly slips beware how thou it spend Of wanton youth repentes a painefull age Beginne nothing without an eye to th end Nor bowe thyne eare from counsell of the sage If thou to farre let out thy fancie slip And witlesse wyll from reasons rule outstart Thy folly shall at length be made thy whippe And sore the stripes of shame shal cause thee smart To doo too much for olde men is but lost Of freendship had to women comes like gaine Bestowe not thou on children to much cost For what thou dooest for these is all in vayne The olde man or he can requite he dyes Vnconstant is the womans waueryng minde Full soone the boy thy freendship wyl despise And him for loue thou shalt vngratefull finde The aged man is like the barren ground The woman like the Reede that wagges with winde There may no trust in tender yeeres be found And of the three the boy is most vnkinde If thou haue found a faithfull freend in deede Beware thou lose not loue of such a one He shall sometime stand thee in better steede Then treasure great of golde or precious stone Finis Iasper Heywood 9. Of the vnconstant stay of fortunes giftes IF Fortune be thy stay thy state is very tickle She beares a double face disguised false and fickle This day she seemes to smile to morrowe wyl she frowne What nowe she sets aloft anone she throweth downe Fly Fortunes sly deseytes let Vertue be thy guide If that you doo intend in happy state to bide Vpon the setled Rocke thy building surest standes Away it quickly weares that resteth on the sandes Dame Vertue is the Rocke that yeeldes assured stay Dame Fortune is the Sand that skowreth soone away Chuse that is certaine let thinges vncertayne passe Preferre the precious golde before the brittle glasse Sly Fortune hath her sleightes she plaies vpon the packe Looke whom she fauours most at length she turnes to wracke But Vertue simply deales she shuns deceitfull trayne Who is by Fortune raysed vp shall neuer fall againe Sticke fast to Vertue then that geues assured trust And fly from Fortunes freekes that euer prooue vniust Finis F. K. 10. Promise is debt IN my accompt the promise that is vowed Among the good is holden such a debt As he is thought no whit to be alowed That setteth light his promise to forget And for my part I wyl not linke in loue With fickle folke whose fancies oft remoue My happy gaine I doo esteeme for such As fewe haue found in these our doutful dayes To finde a freend I thinke it be as much Aste winne a fort

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