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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

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

due desarte The pensiue pathe that guids my restlesse race Are at suche warre within my wounded brest As doeth bereue my ioye and eke my rest My greedie will that seeks the golden gaine My lucklesse lot doeth alwaie take in worthe My mated mynde that dreades my sutes in vaine My piteous plaint doeth helpe to set it forthe So that betwene twoo waues of ragyng seas I driue my daies in troubles and desease My wofull eyes doe take their chief delight To feede their fill vpon the pleasaunt maze My hidden harmes that growe in me by sight With pinyng paines doe driue me frō the gaze And to my hope I reape no other hire But burne my self and I doe blowe the fire FINIS I. Haiwood Looke or you leape IF thou in suertie safe wilt sitt If thou delight at reste to dwell Spende no more words then shall seme fitt Let tonge in silence talke expell In all things that thou seest men bent Se all saie nought hold thee content In worldly woorks degrees are three Makers doers and lookers on The lookers on haue libertie Bothe the others to iudge vpon Wherefore in all as men are bent See all saie nought holde thee content The makers ofte are in faulte founde The doers doubte of praise or shame The lookers on finde surest grounde Thei haue the fruite yet free from blame This doeth perswade in all here ment See all saie nought holde thee content The Prouerbe is not South and West Whiche hath bee saied long tyme agoe Of little medlyng cometh rest The busie man neuer wanteth woe The beste waie is in all world 's sent See all saie nought holde thee content FINIS Iasper Heywood Though Fortune haue set thee on hie Remember yet that thou shalt die TO die Dame nature did man frame Death is a thyng moste perfecte sure We ought not natures workes to blame She made nothyng still to endure That lawe she made when we were borne That hence we should retourne againe To render right we must not scorne Death is due debt it is no paine The ciuill lawe doeth bid restore That thou hast taken vp of truste Thy life is lent thou must therefore Repaie except thou be vniuste This life is like a pointed race To the ende wherof when man hath trode He must retourne to former place He maie not still remaine abrode Death hath in all the yearth a right His power is greate it stretcheth farre No Lorde no Prince can scape his wight No creature can his duetie barre The wise the iust the strong the hie The chast the meke the free of hart The riche the poore who can denie Haue yelded all vnto his darte Could Hercules that tamde eche wight Or els Vlisses with his witte Or Ianus who had all foresight Or chast Hypolit scape the pitte Could Cresus with his bagges of golde Or Irus with his hungrie paine Or Signus through his hardinesse bolde Driue backe the daies of Death againe Seyng no man then can Death escape Nor hire hym hence for any gaine Wee ought not feare his carraine shape He onely bryngs euell men to paine If thou haue ledde thy life a right Death is the ende of miserie If thou in God hast thy delight Thou diest to liue eternallie Eche wight therefore while he liues here Let hym thinke on his diyng daie In midst of wealthe in midst of chere Let hym accompt he must awaie This thought makes man to God a frende This thought doeth banishe pride and synne This thought doeth bryng a man in th ende Where he of Death the field shall winne FINIS T. Marshall The complaint of a Synner O Heauenly God O Father deare cast doune thy tender eye Vpon a wretche that prostrate here before thy throne doeth lye O powre thy precious oyle of grace into my wounded harte O let the dropps of mercie swage the rigour of my smarte My faintyng foule suppressed sore with carefull clogge of synne In humble sorte submitts it self thy mercie for to winne Graunt mercie then O Sauiour sweete to me moste wofull thrail Whose mornfull crie to thee O Lorde doeth still for mercie call Thy blessed will I haue despised vpon a stubborne mynde And to the swaie of worldly thyngs my self I haue enclinde Forgettyng heauen and heauēly powers where God saincts do dwell My life had like to tread the pathe that leads the waie to hell But now my Lorde my lode starre bright I will no more doe so To thynke vpon my former life my harte doeth melte for woe Alas I sigh alas I sobbe alas I doe repent That euer my licencious will so wickedly was bent Sith thus therefore with yernfull plaint I doe thy mercie craue O Lorde for thy greate mercies sake let me thy mercie haue Restore to life the wretched soule that els is like to die So shall my voyce vnto thy name syng praise eternallie Now blessed be the Father first and blessed be the Sonne And blessed be the holie Ghoste by whom all thyngs are doen Blesse me O blessed Trinitie with thy eternall grace That after death my soule maie haue in heauen a dwellyng place FINIS F. Kindlemarsh The fruite that sprynges from wilfull wits is ruthe and ruins rage And sure what heedelesse youth committes repentaunce rues in age I Rage in restlesse ruthe and ruins rule my daies I rue to late my rechlesse youth by rules of reasons waies I ranne so long a race in searche of surest waie That leasure learnde me tread the trace that ledde to leude decaie I gaue so large a raine to vnrestrained bitt That now with proofe of after paine I waile my want of witt I trifled forthe the tyme with trust to self conceites Whilst plenties vse prickt forthe my prime to search for sugred baites Wherein once learnde to finde I founde so sweete a taste That due foresight of after speede self will estemed waste Whiche will through wilfulnesse hath wrought my witlesse fall And heedelesse youthes vnskilfulnesse hath lapt my life in thrall Whereby by proofe I knowe that pleasure breedeth paine And he that euill seede doeth sowe euill fruite must reape againe Let suche therefore whose youth and purses are in Prime Foresee and shun the helpelesse ruthe whiche sues misspence of tyme. For want is nexte to waste and shame doeth synne ensue Euill speedyng proofe hath heedelesse haste my self haue proued it true When neighbours nexte house burnes t is tyme thereof take heede For Fortunes wheele hath choise of turnes whiche change of chances breede My saile hath been a lofte though now I beare but lowe Who clims to high selde falleth softe dedst ebbe hath highest flowe FINIS ꝙ Yloop. 1578.

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 EGO SVM VIA ET VERITAS Jmprinted at London by Henry Disle dwelling in Paules Churchyard at the Southwest doore of Saint Paules Church and are there to be solde 1578. IE NE CHERCHE Q'VNE Saint Barnard E. O. Lord Vaux the elder VV. Hunis Iasper Heyvvod F. Kindlemarsh D. Sand. M. Yloop. TO THE RIGHT HOnorable Sir Henry Compton Knight Lord Compton of Compton RIGHT HONORABLE AND my verye good Lord presuming vpon your curtesy I am bolde to present vnto your honor this smale volume Entituled The Paradise of deyntye deuises being penned by diuers learned Gentlemen and collected togeather through the trauell of one both of vvorshippe and credite for his priuate vse who not long sine departed this life vvhich vvhen I had perused ouer not vvithout the aduise of sundry my freendes I determined by their good motion to set thē in print who therunto greatlye perswaded me vvith these and like vvords The vvryters of them were both of honor and worshippe besides that our ovvne country men and such as for their learning and grauitie might be accompted of among the wisest Furthermore the dittis both pithy pleasant as wel for the inuentiō as meter and vvill 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 VVhich well considering I porposed not to forsake so good an occasion beseching your honor to accept it in good parte cheefely for the authours sake who thoughe some of them are departed this life yet their worthy doings shall continue for euer for like as the shadow folovveth the body so praise foloweth vertue and as the shadow goeth somtimes before and sometimes behind so doth praise also to vertue but the later it commeth the greater it is to be the better esteemed Thus fearing to offend your honor with these my rude speaches I ende wishing your L. many yeeres 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 figula que sunt fragilia WHY dooth eache state apply it selfe to worldly prayse 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 glacia quam mundi fragilis venae fallabiae Fallsax in premijs vertutis specie que nunquam habuit tempus fiduciae Thinke rather firme to find a figure grauen in Ise Whose substance subiect is to heate of shining sunne Then hope for stedfast stay in wanton worlds deuise Whose fayned fond delightes from falshed forge doo come And vnder Vertues veyle are largely dealt about Deceiuing those who thinke their date will neuer out Magis credendū est viris fallacibus quam mundi miseris prosperitatibus Falsis insanijs voluptatibus falsis quoquae studijs vanitatibus The trifeling truthles tongue of rumours lying lippes Deserues more trust then dooth the highest happy hap That world to worldlinges giues for see how honour slippes To foolish fond conceytes to pleasures poysoned sap To studyes false in proofe to artes applied to gayne To fickle fancies toyes which wisedome deemeth vayne Dic vbi Salomon olim tam nobilis vel vbi Sampson est dux inuincibilis Vel dulcis Ionathas multum amabilis vel pulcher Absoln vultu mirabilis Where is the sacred king that Salomon the wise Whose wysedome former time of duety did commend Where is that Sampson strong that monstrous man in syze Whose forced arme dyd cause the mighty pillers bend Where is the pearles Prince the freendly Ionathas Or Absolon whose shape and fauour did surpasse Quo Caesar abijt celsus imperio vel diues splendidus totus in prandio Dic vbi Tullius clarus eloquio vel Aristoteles summus ingenio Where is that Caesar now whose high renowmed fame Of sundry conquestes wonne through out the world did sound Or Diues rich in store and rich in richly name Whose chest with gold and dishe with daynties did abound Where is the passing grace of Tullies pleding skill Or Aristotles vayne whose pen had witte and will O esca vermium ò massa pulueris ò ros ò vanitas cur sic extolleris Ignoras penitus vtrū cras vixeris fac bonum omnibus quam diu poteris O foode of filthy worme oh lump of lothsome clay O life ful like the dewe which morning sunne doth wast O shadow vayne whose shape with sunne dooth shrinke away Why gloriest thou so much in honour to be plaste Sith that no certayne houre of life thou doste enioy Most fyt it were thy time to goodnesse to employ Quam breue festū est haec mundi gloria vt vmbra hominū sic eius gaudia Que semper subtrahit aeterna praemia ducunt hominum ad dura eruia How short a banquet seemes the pomp of high renowne How like the senseles 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 enlesse gayne And sets vs in the way that leades to lasting payne Haec mundi gloria quae magni penditur sacris in litteris flos faeni dicitur Vt leue folium quod vento rapitur sic vita hominum hac vita tollitur The pompe of worldly prayse which worldlings hold so déere In holy sacred booke is likened to a flowre Whose date dooth not conteyne a weeke a moonth or yeere But springing now dooth fade againe within an houre And as the lightest leafe with wind about is throwne So light is life of man and lightly hence is blowne FINIS My luke is losse 1. Our pleasures are vanities BEholde 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 lyfe whose pleasures are but vayne On death likewise bethinke how thou maiest 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 dooth not spare the kings on earth to kill Shall reape also from thee thy pleasure life and will That lyfe which yet remaynes and in thy

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 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 pleasant time is past FINIS M. Edwardes 7. Faire words make fooles faine JN youthful 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 askt vpon my knnee Who blessing me with trembling hand these words gan say to me My sonne God guide thy way and shild 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 fleightes are wrought by painted tales deuise When hollow harts with freendly shewes the simple do entise To thinke all gold that shines to feede their fond desire Whose sheuering cold is warmde with smoke in stead of flaming fire Sith talke of tickle trust dooth breede a hope most vayne This prouerbe true by profe I find that faire words make fooles fain Faire speach alway doth wel where deedes insue faire words Faire speach agayn alway dooth euill that bushes giues for birdes Who hopes to haue faire words to trye his lucky lot If I may counsell let him strike it whyle the iron is hot But them that feede on cloddes in stead of pleasant grapes And after warning often giuen for better lucke still gapes Ful loth I am yet must I tel them in words playne This prouerbe old proues true in them that faire words makes fooles fayne Wo worth the time that words so slowly turne to deedes Wo worth the time the faire swete flouers are growen to rotten weedes But thrise wo worth the time that truth away is fled Wherein I see how simple harts with words are vaynely fed Trust not faire words therfore Where no deedes do ensue Trust words as skilful falkeners do trust Haukes that neuer flewe Trust deedes let words be words which neuer wrought me gaine Let my experience make you wise and let words make foles faine FINIS M. Edwardes 8. In his extreame sicknesse WHat greeues my bones and makes my body faint 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 sorowes linkes betyde I tosse as one betost in waues of care I turne to flee the woes of lothsome life I change to spy if death this corpes might spare I stretch to heauen to ridde me of this strife Thus doe I stretch and change and tosse and turne Whyle I in hope of heauen my life do burne Then hold the still let be thy heauinesse Abolish care forgeat thy pining woe For by this meanes soone shalt thou find 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 In Christes birth this day reioyce FRom Virgins wombe this day did spring The precious seede that only saued man This day let man reioyce and sweetely sing Since on this day saluacion first began This day did Christ man soule from death remoue 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 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 dwel Christ is the authour of all vnitie From whence proceedeth all felicitie O sing vnto this glittering glorious king O prayse 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 dcy. ALl mortal men this day reioice in Christe that you redemed hath By death with death sing we with voice to him that hath appesd gods wrath Due vnto man for sinful 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 blooddy wounds ful il araid O man be now no more dismaid if thou henceforth from sin do stay Of death thou needest not be afraide Christe conquered death for thys his glorious day His death preuailed had not whitt 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 glorye shined I say and made vs brighte as sunne thys glorious day O man arise with Christ therfore since he from sin hath made thee 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 qoth Iasper 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 Doo thou O God redresse The great distresse Of sinful heauinesse Come comfort the afflicted 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 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 to sound the prayses of the same Yea euery liuing thing Shall sweetely sing To thee O heauenly king FINIS F. K. 12. 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 life that no mishap should tost Blessed