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A musicall consort of heauenly harmonie (compounded out of manie parts of musicke) called Churchyards charitie; Churchyards charitie
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Churchyard, Thomas, 1520?-1604.
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STC 5245; ESTC S105039
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passage take Preasse thou to them for they may mend my hap If that of thee some good account they make And that in sport they laie thee in their lap Vntill they list to read thee eurie line Then at welhead some water drawe I may For fountaine springs may run cleere claret winâ— Whose pleasant sap giues moisture eurie way The nimble Nimphs that with Diana dwell Can quicklie turne the cock and flowing spout That thousands shall bring buckets to the well And watch their times till comfort commeth out Now booke trudge hence bestow thy labour right Set spurs to horse that flies in aeir with wings Mount ore the hils and rest ne day nor night Till thou do come before great Queens and Kings Then flat on face fall prostrate at their feet That may from graue call vp thy masters spreet Keepe thou these rules this course and compasse hold So may thy grace conuert my lead to gold CHVRCHYARDES CHARITIE WHen labring minde and weary body both Is cloid with world hart wold shake off toile Before the ghost to highest heauens goeth And death of life shall make a wretched spoile And man must needs forsake this soathsome soile He takes some care to make his conshence cleere Of all he thinks or may imagine heere First lookes he vp where soule desires to be Of life to come to know what hope we haue And where we rest in ioie from bondage free So soone as cold dead bodie lies in graue Than ere man leaues this cruell cumbrous caue In charitie he waies this world aright As far as wades wise iudgement skill and sight But finding world full fraught with fond desires A mightie masse of matter therein lies That burns out time and kindleth many fires Whereon foule flames and smothring smoke doth rise He lookes thereon with heauie rufull eies As though some zeale might mooue a musing minde To pity plagues that man must leaue behinde Who doth not sigh to see the poore opprest By rich mens reach that wrests awry the right Who will not waile the woe of troubled brest Or sore lament the state of wronged wight When broad day brings darke dealings vnto light Who will not rue our wretched race on earth That keepes till death no rule from day of birth The goods we win are woorse to keepe than get The wealth we lose robs some of rest and sleepe Our daily gaine will answere scarce our det We couet more than wit can warely keepe We slip from hence as rich as new shorne sheepe And that we leaue in world that well was won Is soone consumde and spent with riotous son Who parts from world would wish that were not so His charitie commands him so to thinke But graceles time on rowling wheeles doth go At whose abuse our flyring world can winke Vice cares no whit if vertue swim or sinke Ambishous mind and malice meetes in one So that true loue and charitie is gone Loue bids men looke to all things vnder Sun Beast fish and foule and all we see with eie But charitie a greater course doth run Because it doth in quiet conscience lie She lookes ech where as she had wings to flie And houer ore our doings on this mould That bridle takes and will not be contrould O then to loue and charitie I pas Whose zeale is great and charge is nothing small That cleerely sees as in a christall glas The spots of face and inward cankers all And can in haste vnto remembrance call Old farn yeers past and present things of late Whereof a world of wits may well debate Who can hold toong to see bad worlds abuce Run ore the brim where vertue neuer floes As hauocke had hald vp the water sluce Where out at large great skuls of fishes goes Poore pashence must be pleasd with painted shoes Alms deeds are dead no pitty now is last For all the world is set on sleight and craft If pouertie be pincht with plague or sore He starues for food adue the man is dead The sound we seeke the sicke we do abore Full paunch eats all the hungrie is not fed For greedy guts keeps needy mouth from bred True charitie and good deuoshon old By frost and snow are almost kild with cold Would God good works with faithfull honest deeds Reformd this vice that spreds too far I feare And faire sweete flowrs were planted for those weeds That doth with fraud infect sweet soyles ech where Fine words doth but betraie the simple eare As fowlers pipe the harmles bird disseaues That lights on lyme amid greene birchen leaues If meere deceit were banisht from our viewe False dealing then would blush to shew his face If wisdome did disdaine vaine follies newe Old troth in world would claime his woonted place But cunning wits doth finenes so embrace That plainnes walkes like pilgrim to and fro In wandring wise and knowes not where to go Wealth hath desire to drinke great riuers drie His scalding thirst cannot be quenched well Want pines awaie and comfortles doth lie And water tasts like Tantalus in hell The needy sort in dolour daily dwell The hautie head thinks skorne to turne his face And rue the state of naked wretches case The fields and lanes are full of sicke and lame Who beg and craue as loud as voice can crie But sauing world is grown so far from frame No great remorse remains in passers by Hardnes holds backe both bag and bounties eie So that no ruth regard nor pittie comes From sparing hands and graceles griping thombs Our prisons all are pestred with poore soules Whose yelling noise a tyrants hart may mooue At grates they stand and looke through peeping holes To purchase alms and trie good peoples loue But penurie doth so their pashence prooue With emptie wombe and hungrie meatles mawe They lay them downe on boords or wads of strawe The silly folke in towne or cottage rude With belly full do seldome go to bed And lookes as leane as haukes that ill are mude Which often be with crowes or carraine fed How should men giue when charitie is dead For money meat and clothing now is bard From those that need the world is waxt so hard How can full purse supplie the poore mans went When trull at home from sheepe lookes for a fleece And master must be sometimes all a flant And prettie pus my deere must haue a peece Whose beautie staines the faire Helen of Greece These things are large and loâ—g to looke vpon By which cold cause warme charitie is gon More reasons rise to make men hold and keepe The crums they catch from Fortunes table still For purchesars do walke when plow men sleepe Their sacks of corne is seldome from the mill They take no rest till thrift bare budget fill Then locke they vp in chest their golden bags When beggers trudge and iet about in rags Cold
no hold in hir good will For she is cald a most inconstant shrew That with the sun will waste away like dew A sommer flowre that withers in the frost Coms softly on and rides away in post As blind of sight as euer Cupid was For she lookes not on vertue any way Nor wisdoms worth but fauors many an asse For his smooth face and peacocks feathers gay But charitie is the only staffe and stay To all estates for where she stoutly stands She sets all free and breaketh bondage bands Forgiues great faults and suffers many a wrong She giues a badge that eury christian weares And in all worlds hir liurey lasteth long It garded is all round about with teares And she hir selfe a branch of oliue beares In signe of peace and mercie mixt with grace That pitie takes of eurie rufull case This charitie giues as much as men may craue And soone forgets the bountie she bestowes Takes great delight the life of man to saue By vertue of good turnes that from hir floes Whose is sent like the white and sweet red rose For all hir gifts and graces beares such flowres That makes poore men to laugh when fortune lowres On charitie the hungrie dailie feeds As lambs and sheepe in fruitfull pasture liue Shee giues few words where shee bestoes good deeds The more we neede the sooner will shee giue As corne from chaffe is siâ—ted through the siue So shee tries out from dust and drosse the gold As wisdome doth the worth of men vnfold This charitie is first that fauour findes And shall be last that wins our worlds good will Begot by grace and nuâ—st in noble mindes That staies and stands vpon their honor still T is seen far off as torch is on an hill Felt near at hand and found out by the light Which in darke daies doth glad ech good mans sight When fortunes wrath hath wounded many a wight She brings a boxe of balm to heale ech sore That makes sad mind and heauie hart so light It neuer thinks on wretched chance no more If charitie like victor goes before Come after hir proud world with all thy braues Like conqueror she triumphs on hir slaues But well awaie and woe God woâ— the while True charitie is faintly felt or found Shee is of late halfe-driuen in exile Because bad life le ts crueltie abound The world is full of hollow harts vnsound And mercie meets with ruth scarce once a yeere For rigors rage doth show such churlish cheere Men walke abroad transformd in sundry shapes More monster like than babes of Adams brood Fearfull to sight like vglie owls and apes That hath of kind no ciuill humane mood Tigers in proofe nurst vp with woluish food For sillie lambs that doth no butcher fear They do deuour and in small peeces tear Greedy as guls and gapes for garbedge still Rauening like woolues that murthers sheepe in folde Suttle as foxe that neuer hath his fill Hedstrong and proud and will not be controld Currish as kite ne gentle yoong nor old Such cruell tricks doth alter so mans minde That long they liue by craft and dies vnkind Quarrels encrease and combats haue no end Till bloud be shed and life and land be lost Some thinks the bow were better breake than bend On that consait stands mightie manhood most But charitie rides then away in post And leaues in lash behinde hir in some part A heape of harmes and many a heauie hart Lust liues by spoyle like theefe that robs true men Desires to eate the hen and chickens all Rauine and rage prouls fast for profite then So gets some cheate though it be near so small But lust is like an image on a wall Strike out the cole that is but blacke of hue Faire white and cleane appeers blurd wall to you Ore weening runs beyond the course of wit Presumpshon then doth set best foote before And boldnes knowes not where to stand nor sit His loftie lookes prouokes his pride so sore But when threed-bare his bad spun cloth is wore The world but laughs to see bald bayard blinde With painted robes patch vp a stately minde In cloud vnseene new fanglenes would walke But he is spide by old deepe serching sight Fine filed toongs like parrets prate and talke And wonder makes of trifling matters light This glorious crew triumphes in moone shine night But when cleere day such idols doth disclose World will point out where eurie shadow goes Wilde wilfull heads that all sound counsell hates A careles course of borrowed life doth lead Whose retchles race still argues and debates They soone forget good lessons that they read But when the foot awrie the shue doth tread Downe goes the heele yea seam the sole and all And so vnwares a man in mire may fall And stumbling oft makes some to snapper still Vse mastrie breedes and custome pleads a law Let bridle goe the horse will haue his will Much water scarse will quench hot fire in straw A stubborne childe that still doth backward draw Must needes be whipt to make him feare the rod So we are plagud when we forget our God Three sundrie plagues the wrath of God doth show The first is past the second you may see The third ye wot the world too well doth know For that cuts downe corne grasse and highest tree The angrie cloudes will neuer calmie bee Till better life seaise all our showres of raine And Gods great grace brings sommer home againe Shame followes pride and death comes after sin Then famine kâ—ls vp thousands where it flies They will take heed that hath well scourged bin And fall to mend their liues if they be wise But in our world such new found fashons rise All frames not well looke into ech mans waies Small charitie is seen in these bad daies When charitie proud painted posts plucks downe To God and prince great honor shall arise When plainnes thriues in court and ciuill towne Old troth will bid farewell our newfound gise Goodnes will come and so aduance the wise Dunses and dolts shall stand beneath the bar And pride shall blush that doth presume too far The least of most makes most of his bad stuffe So leers and looks as frighted were his wits Is neuer well till pride be in his ruffe Than monarke like on loftie seat he sits Whose scornfull hart is full of froward fits But speaks no word for feare that bayard blinde Should plunge before and yearke at him behinde The woorst with best compares and striues for place As gold and glas in woorth weare all alike Beares out his brags with scowling brazen face That cannot blush no more than can blacke tike He frowns so sore he lookes as he would strike The crabbish â—arle so curst and cumbrous is Then when he speakes in schoole the schollers hisse The surly sire sits swelling like