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 presēt wāt not heped store but slēder skāt Not plenties purse but poore estate not happy hap but froward fate Not wish at wil but wāt 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 frō 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
MAY is gone of all the yeere the pleasant time is past MAY makes the cheerful hue MAY breedes brings 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 June Thus thinges are strangly wrought whiles ioyful 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 will Reioyce in MAY as I doe now vse your MAY with skill Vse MAY while 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 pleasant time is past FJNJS M. Edwardes 7. Faire wordes make fooles faine JN youthfull yeeres when first my young desyres began To pricke me forth to serue in Court a sclender tal young man My fathers blessing then I aske vpon my knee Who blessing me with trembling hand these words gan say to me My sonne God guide thy way and shield 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 old qd he that faire words make foles fain This counsell grauely giuen most straunge appeares to me Till tract of time with open eyes had made me plainely see What subtill sleightes are wrought by painted tales deuise When hollow harts with freendly shewes the simple do entise To thinke all golde that shynes to feede their fond desire Whose sheuering cold is warmd with smoke in steede of flaming fyre Sith talke of tickle trust doth breede a hope most vayne This prouerbe true by profe I find that faire words make fooles fain Faire speeche alway doth well where deedes insue fayre wordes Faire speech again alway doth euill that bushes giue for byrdes Who hopes to haue faire words to trie his luckie lot If I may councell let him strike it while the yron is hot But them that feede on cloddes in steede of pleasaunt grapes And after warning often giuen for better luck still gapes Full loth I am yet must I tell them in wordes playne This prouerbe olde proues true in them that faire words make fooles fayne Wo worth the time that wordes so slowly turne to deedes Wo worth the time that faire sweet flowers are grown to rotten weedes But thrise wo worth the time that truth away is fled Wherein I see how simple harts with wordes are vaynely fed Trust not faire wordes therefore where no deedes doe insue Trust words as skilfull Falkeners do trust Hawkes that neuer flewe Trust deedes let words be words which neuer wrought me gayne Let my experience make you wyse and let words make fooles fayne FJNJS M. Edwardes 8 Jn his extreame sicknesse WHat greeues my bones and makes my body fainte What prickes my flesh and teares my head in twayne Why doe I wake when rest should me attaint When others laugh why do I liue in payne I tosse I turne I chaunge from side to side And stretch me oft in sorrowes linkes betyde I tosse as one betost in waues of care I turne to flye the woes of lothsome lyfe I change to spie if death this corpes might spare I stretch to heauen to rid me of this strife Thus doe I stretch and chaunge and tosse and turne Whyle I in hope of heauen my lyfe do burne Then hold thee still let be thy heauinesse Abolish care forget 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 9. For Christmas day Reioyce reioyce with heart and voyce Jn Christes birth this day reioyce FRom Virgins wombe this day did spring The precious seede that onely saued man This day let man reioyce and sweetely sing Since on this day saluation first began This day did Christ mans soule from death remdite With glorious sainctes 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 griefe began for to surcease This day did man receiue a remedie For each 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 concord hate expel Of Christes flocke let loue be so embraste As we in Christ and Christ in vs may dwell Christ is the authour of all vnitie From whence proceedeth all felicitie O sing vnto this glittering glorious king O praise his name let euery liuing thing Let hart and voyce like Belles of siluer ring The comfort that this day did bring Let Lute let Shalme with sound of sweete delight The ioy of Christes birth this day resight FINIS F. Kindlemarsh 10 For Easter day ALl mortal men this day reioyce in Christ that you redeemed hath By death with deth sing we with voice to him that hath appesd gods wrath Due vnto man for sinfull path wherein before he went astray Giue thankes to him with perfect faith that for man kinde hath made this glorious day This day he rose frō tombe again wherin his precious corse was laid Whom cruelly the Iewes had slaine with bloody wounds ful il araid O man be now no more dismayd if thou henceforth from sin do stay Of death thou needest not be afraide Christ conquered death for this his glorious day His death preuailed had no whit as Paule the Apostle wel doth write Except he had vprisen 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 arise with Christ therfore since he from sin hath made the fre Beware thou fall in sinne no more but rise as Christ did rise for thee So maist thou him in glory see when he at day of doome shall say Come thou my child and dwell with me God graunt vs all to see that glorious day FINIS quoth Jasper Haywood 11. For Whitsunday COme holy ghost eternall God and ease the wofull greefe That through the heapes of heauy sin can no where find releefe Doe thou O God redresse The great distresse Of sinfull heauinesse Come comfort the afflicted thoughtes of my consumed hart O ryd the pearcing pricking paines 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 will commend my cause Nor glittering gold nor precious stone shall make me leaue thy laws O teach me then the way Whereby I may Make thee my onely stay My lippes my tongue my hart and al shall spread thy mighty name My voyce shall neuer cease
keepe the payne From her that is so cruell still No no on her worke all your will And let her feele the power of all your might And let her haue her most desire with speede And let her pine away both day and night And let her mone and none lament her needde And let all those that shall her see Despise her state and pittie me FJNIS E. O. Not attayning to his desyre he complayneth J Am not as I seeme to be nor when I smyle I am not glad A thrall although you count me free I most in myrth most pensiue sad I smile to shade my bitter spight as Haniball that sawe in sight His couÌ„try soile with Carthage towne by Romane force defaced downe And Cesar that presented was with noble Pompeis princely head As t were some iudge to rule the cace a floud of teares he semde to shed Although in deede it sprong of ioy yet other thought it was annoy Thus contraries be vsed I finde of wise to cloke the couert minde I Haniball that smiles for grief let you Cesars teares suffice The one that laughs at his mischief the other all for ioy that cries I smile to see me scorned so you weepe for ioy to see me woe And I a hart by Loue slaine dead presents in place of Pompeis head O cruell hap and hard estate that forceth me to loue my fo Accursed be so foule a fate my choise for to prefixe it so So long to fight with secret sore and finde no secret salue therefore Some purge their paine by plaint I finde but I in vain do breath my winde FINIS E. Ox. His minde not quietly setled he writeth thus EVen as the waxe doth melt or dewe consume away Before the Sunne so I behold through carefull thoughts deeay For my best lucke leades me to such sinister state That I doe waste with others Loue that hath my selfe in hate And he that beates the bushe the wished birde not gotts But such I see as sitteth still and holdes the fouling netts The Drone more Honnie sucks that laboureth not at all Then doth the Bee to whose most paine least pleasure doth befall The Gardner sowes the seedes whereof the flowers doe growe And others yet doe gather them that tooke lesse paine I knowe So I the pleasant Grape haue pulled from the Vine And yet I languish in great thirst whiles others drinke the wine Thus like a woefull wight I woue the webb of woe The more I would weede out my cares the more they seme to grow The which betokeneth ioy forsaken is of mee That with the carefull Culuer climes the worne and withered tree To entertaine my thoughtes and there my happ to mone That neuer am lesse idle loe then when I am alone FINIS E. Ox. No ioy Comparable to a quiet minde JN lothsome race pursued by slippery life Whose sugred guile doth glistering ioy present The carefull ghost oppressed sore with strife Yeeldes ghostly grones from painefull passions sent The sinfull flesh that beares him here in vewe In steede of life doth dreadfull death pursue The way he seeth by touche of merites grace Wherein to runne alas he gladly would But filthy fleshe his wretched dwelling place Doth so rebell at that which doe he should That silly soule who feeles his heauie neede Can onely will but naught performe in deede The will through grace doth oft desire the good But all in vaine for that the fleshly foe Yeeldes forth such fruites as sinnes hath bred in bud And blindly suckes the sapp of deadly woo Esteeming showes of fickell fancies knowen And scorning fruite by grace eternall sowen Though eye doth see that death doth swallow all Both life and lust and euery sound delight Yet wretched fleshe through sinne is made so thrall That nought it markes apparent thinges in sight That might him traine to care of better grace Both doth his bale with greedy lust imbrace Then sins desert and all things weare away That nought remaine but fruite of grace or sinne God build in vs such conscience as can say This fruite not mine but sinne that dwelt me in For why to sinne I dayly do in sight That vnto Christ I may reuiue my spright FJNJS ê™ Candish A Complaint IF Cressed in her gadding moode Had not gone to the greekish hoste Where she by Diomede was woode And wonne from him that loude her most She had not fallen to such mischeefe Nor turned Troylus to such greefe Nor Diomede had not vpbrayed To worthy Troylus Cressed spoyle Nor these two worthies had not frayed So oft ech others fame to foyle If Catterwaling Cressed coy Had taried with her loue in Troy No Troians foe nor cruell Greike Had triumphte ouer her good name If she had not gone forth to seeke The Campe where women winne no fame She had bene calde no common Gill If she in Troy had tarryed still She had not knowne the Lazars call With Cuppe and Clap her almes to winne Nor how infectiue scabbe and scall Do cloth the Lepre Ladies skinne She had no such distresse in Troy But honour fauour wealth and ioy Howbeit she could not tarry there But needes forsooth a gadding go To feele the tast of Straungers chere Nise noueltie lo prickt her so She could not hold where she was well But strayed and into ruin fell I pleasure not to blaze her blame Nor chiding cannot mend her mis But all good women by her shame May learne what Catterwaling is For wandring women most men say Cannot be good and goe astray It is not womens excercise To straye or gadde in field or towne Men count them neyther good nor wyse They blot and blemish their renowne They hurt their fame they please their foe And greeues their friend to see them so FINJS Troylus A Replye NO gadding moode but forced strife Compelled me retyre from Troy If Troylus would haue vowde his wife We might haue dwelt in former ioy Ne Diomede nor greekish wight Had sought my blame or his despight If ought the feeble force of mine Could haue withstood the Kingly heast If flowing fluds of stilled rine Had pittie found in Troians brest I had not bene Antenors prise Nor thus bene thrall to noted vise The blome of blame had not bine spread The seede of shame had not bine sowne If Knightly prowes his minde had lead By rightfull force to keepe his owne I had not thralled bine to ill If he in Troy had kept me still My heauie hart and dolefull case Which craues your pitie not your spight Full well you know hath had no place If he had garded well his right I see your curtesie small your store That blaze my plague to make it more You say in Troy I woulde not bee With gadding minde you charge me still When well you knowe that hie decree Did send me forth against my will Sith thus you triumph at my fall Ye ought to tell the cause withall If nought you ioy to blaze my
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 EGO SVM VIA ET VERITAS Imprinted at London by Henrye Dizle dwelling in Pater noster rowe and are to be solde at his Shoppe in Cannons lane neare the great North Dore of S. Paules Church 1580. IE NE CHERCHE Q'VNE The names of those who wrote these Deuises Saint Barnard E. O. Lord Vaux the elder W. Hunis Jasper Heywood F. Kindlemarsh D. Sand. M. Yloop. To the Right Honourable Syr Henry Compton Knight Lorde Compton of Compton RIGHT HONORABLE AND MY very good Lord presuming vpon your courtesy I am bolde to present vnto your Honour this small volume Entituled The Paradice of daintie Deuises being penned by diuers learned Gentlemen and collected togither through the trauaile of one both of worship and credite for his priuate vse who not long since departed this life which when I had perused ouer not without the aduise of sundry my friendes I determined by their good motion to set them in print who therevnto greatly perswaded mee with these and like wordes The writers of them were both of honour and worship besydes that our owne countreymen and such as for their learning and grauitie might be accounted of among the wisest Furthermore the ditties both pithie and pleasaunt as well for the inuention as meeter and will yeelde a farre greater delight being as they are so aptly made to be sette to any song in 5. partes or song to instrument Which well considering I purposed not to forsake so good an occasion beseching your honor to accept in good part cheefelye for the Authours sake who though some of them are departed this life yet their worthy doings shall continue for euer for like as the shadow followeth the body so praise followeth vertue and as the shadowe goeth sometimes before and sometimes behinde so doeth praise also to vertue but the later it cōmeth the greater it is and to be the better esteemed Thus fearing to offend your Honor with these my rude speeches I end wishing your L. many yeres of ioy Your good Lordships wholy to commaund H. D. The translation of the blessed S. Barnards Verses conteining the vnstable felicitie of this wayfaring world CVR mundus militat sub vana gloria cuius prosperitas est transitoria Tam cito labitur eius potentia quam vasa figuli que sunt fragilia VVHY doeth each state applie it selfe to worldly praise And vndertake such toyle to heape vp honours gayne Whose seate though seeming sure on fickle Fortune stayes Whose giftes were neuer proued perpetuall to remayne But euen as earthen pot with euery fillip fayles So fortunes fauour flits and Fame with Honour quayles Plus crede litteris scriptis in glacie quam mundi fragilis vanae fallasiae Fallax in premijs virtutis specie que nunquam habuit tempus siducie Thinke rather firme to fynde a figure grauen in yse Whose substaunce subiect is to heate of shyning sunne Then hope for stedfast stay in wanton worlds deuise Whose faigned fond delightes from falsheads forge doe come And vnder Vertues veyle are largely dealt about Deceiuing those who thinke their date will neuer out Magis credendum est viris fallacibus quam mundi miseris prosperitatibus Falsis insanijs voluptatibus falsis quoquae studiis vanitatibus The trifeling truthlesse tongue of rumours lying lippes Deserues more trust then doth the highest happy hap That world to worldlinges giues for see how honour slippes To foolish fond conceites to pleasures poysoned sap To studies false in proofe to artes applied to gaine To fickle fancies toyes which wisedome deemeth vaine Dic vbi Salomon olim tam nobilis vel vbi Sampson est dux inuincibilis Vel dulcis Jonathas multum amabilis vel purcher Absolon vultu mirabilis Where is the sacred King that Salomon the wise Who wisedome former time of duety did commend Where is that Sampson strong that monstrous man in size Whose forced arme did cause the mighty pillers bend Where is the Pearelesse Prince the friendly Ionathas Or Absolon whose shape and fauour did surpasse Quo Caesar abijt celsus imperio vel diues splendidus totus in prandio Dic vbi Tullius clarus elloquio vel Aristoteles summus ingenio Where is that Casar now whose high renowned fame Of sondry conquestes wonne throughout the world did sound Or Diues rich in store and rich in richely name Whose chest with Golde and dishe with daynties did abound Where is the passing grace of Tullies pleading skill Or Aristottles vayne whose penne had witte and will O esca vermium ò massa pulueris ò ros ò vanitas cur sic extolleris Jgnoras penitus vtrū cras vixeris fac bonum omnibus quam diu poteris O foode of filthie worme oh lumpe of lochsome clay O life full like the dew which morning soone doth waste O shadow vayne whose shape with sonne doth shrinke away Why gloryest thou so much in honour to be plaste Sith that no certaine hower of life thou doest enioy Most fit it were thy time to goodnesse to imploy Quam breue festū est haec mundi gloria vt vmbra hominū sic eius gaudia Quae semper subtrahit aeterna praemia ducunt hominum at dura deuia How short a banquet seemes the pompe of high renowne How like the sencelesse shape of shiuering shadow thine Are wanton worldly toyes whose pleasure plucketh downe Our harts from hope hands from works which heauen should win And takes vs from the trod which guides to endlesse gayne And sets vs in the way that leades to lasting payne Haec mundi gloria quae magni penditur sacris in litteris slos faeni dicitur Vt leue folium quod vento rapitur sic vita hominum hac vita tollitur The pompe of worldly praise which worldlinges hold so deare In holy sacret booke is likened to a flower Whose date doth not contayne a weeke a month or yeare But springing now doth fade agayne within an hower And as the lightest leafe with wind about is throwne So light is life of man and lightly hence is blowne FINIS My lucke is losse 1. Our pleasures are vantiies BEholde the blast which blowes the blossomes from the tree The ende whereof consumes and comes to nought we see Ere thou therefore be blowne from lyfe that may not last Begin for grace to call for time mispent and past Haue minde on brittle life whose pleasures are but vayne On death likewise bethinke how thou shalt not remayne And feare thy Lord to greeue which sought thy soule to saue To sinne no more be bent but mercy aske and haue For death who doth not spare the kings on earth to kill Shall reape also from thee thy
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 hauty stomackes Lord represse to tame presuming will This is the wisedome that we should aboue each thing desire O heauenly God from sacred throne that grace in vs inspire And print in our repugnant harts the rules of wisedome true That all our deedes in worldly life may like therof insue Thou onely art the liuing spring from whom this wisedome flowes O wash therwith our sinful hartes from vice that therin growes FJNJS M. Edwards 38. A freendly admonition YE stately wightes that liue in quiet rest Through worldly wealth which God hath giuen you Lament with teares and sighes from dolefull breast The shame and power that vice obtaineth now Behold how God doth dayly profer grace Yet we disdaine repentance to embrace The suddes of sinne do soke into the minde And cancred vice doth vertue quite expell No change to good alas can resting finde Our wicked hartes so stoutly do rebell Not one there is that hasteth to amend Though God from heauen his dayly threats downe send We are so slow to change our blamefull life We are so prest to snatch aluring vice Such greedy hartes on euery side be rife So few that guide their will by counsell wise To let our teares lament the wretched case And call to God for vndeserued grace You worldly wightes that haue your fancies fixt On slipper ioy of terraine pleasure here Let some remorse in all your deedes be mixt Whiles you haue time let some redresse appeare Of sodaine death the houre you shall not know And looke for Death although it seemeth slow Oh be no iudge in other mens offence But purge thy selfe and seeke to make thee free Let euery one apply his diligence A change to good within him selfe to see O God direct our feete in such a stay From cancred vice to shun the hatefull way FINIS R. Hill 39. Sundry men sundry affectes JN euery wight some sundry sort of pleasure I do finde Which after he doth seeke to ease his toyling minde Diana with her trayning chase of hunting had delight Against the fearful Deare she could direct her shotte aright The loftie yeeres in euery age doth still embrace the same The sport is good if vertue doo assist the cheerefull game Minerua in her chattering armes her courage doth aduaunce In triall of the bloudy wars she giueth luckie chaunce For sauegard men imbrace the same which do so needfull seeme That noble hartes their cheefe delightes in vse thereof esteeme In warlike games to trie or ryde the force of armes they vse And base the man we do account that doth the same refuse The siluer sound of musickes cordes doth please Apollos wit A sentence 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 sadnes helpe we finde The soueraigne praise of Musicke stil doth cause the Poets faine That whirling Spheres and eake the heauens do hermonie retaine I hard that these three powers at variance lately fel Whiles each did praise his owne delight the other to excel Then Fame as an indifferent iudge to end 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 giues a sweete delight to further others game These three delightes to hawtre mindes the worthiest are esteemed If vertue be annexed to them they rightly be so deemed With ioy they do reuiue the witte with sorow oft opprest And neuer suffer solempne greefe to long in mind to rest Be wise in mirth and seeke delight the same doe not abuse In honest mirth a happy ioy we ought not to refuse FJNJS R. Hill 40. Of a Freend and a Flatterer A Trustie freend is rare to finde a fawning foe may sone be got A faithful frend bere stil in mind but fawning foe regard thou not A faithfull freend no cloke doth craue to colour knauery withal But Sicophant a Gun must haue to beare a port what ere befall A nose to smel out euery feast a brasen face to set it out A shamles child or homely gest whose life doth like to range about A fauning foe while wealth doth last a thefe to rob spoile his freend As strong as oke while wealth doth last but rotten sticke doth proue in the end Looke first then leape beware the mire Burnt Child is warnd to dread the fire Take heede my freend remember this Short horse they say soone curried is FJNJS M. Edwards 41. Of sufferaunce commeth case TO seeme for to reuenge each wrong in hasty wise By proofe of guiltlesse men it hath not bene the guise In slaunders lothsome brute where they condemned be with ragelesse moode they suffer wrong where truth shal try thē free These are the patient pangues that passe within the brest Of those that feele their cause by mine where wrong hath right opprest I know how by suspect I haue bene iudgd awry And graunted gilty in the thing that clerely I deny 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 extremitie by proofe it might be knowne Yet are there such that say they can my meaning deeme Without respect of this old troth things proue not as they seeme Whereby it may befall in iudgement to be quicke To make themselues 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 whom it might be wrought If any such there be that herewithall be vext It were their vertue to beware and deeme me better next L. Vaux 43. All thinges are Vaine ALthough the purple morning brags in brightnes of the sunne As though he had of chased night a glorious conquest wonne The time by day giues place againe to force of drowsie night And euery creature is constrained to change his lustie plight Of pleasures all that here we taste We feele the contrary at laste In spring though pleasant Zephirus hath fruitefull earth inspired And neuer hath ech bush ech branch with blossomes braue attired Yet fruites and flowers as buds and blomes ful quickly withered be When stormie winter comes to kill the sommers iolitie By time are got by time are lost All thinges wherin we pleasure most Although the Seas so calmely glide as daungers none appeare And doubt of stormes in skie is none king Phaebus shines so cleare Yet when the boisterous windes breake out raging waues do swel The seely barke