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A15986	Certayne chapters of the prouerbes of Salomon drawen into metre by Thomas sterneholde, late grome of the kynges Magesties robes	Hall, John, b. 1529 or 30.; Sternhold, Thomas, 1529?-1566?, attributed name.; Surrey, Henry Howard, Earl of, 1517?-1547.; Case, John, d. 1600.	1550 (1550)	STC 2760; ESTC S119621	28,362	112

paste whych now are out of mynde To be renued in our dayes the lorde hath so assinde Lo thus this carefull scourge doth steale on vs vnware Whiche when the fleshe hathe cleane forgote he doth againe repaire When I in thys vayne searche had wandred fro my witte Beholde I sawe a royall throne where iustice shoulde haue sytte In stede of whom I sawe with fierce and cruel mode Wher wrong was set that cruel beast and dranke the gyltles bloude Then thought I thus the day the lorde shall syt in dome To vewe h●● 〈◊〉 chuse the pure the spotted haue no rome Yet by suche scourges sent that eche agreued mynde Lyke brute beastes that in their rage and fury by their kinde His erroure may confesse when he hath wresteled long And with suffraunce maye him arme the sure defence of wronge For death that of the beste the carren doth deuoure Unto the noble kynde of man presēce the fatall houre The perfecte fourine that god hath geuen either to man Or other beast dissolue it shall to earth where he began And who can tell if that the soule of man assende Or wyth the body of it dye and to the groude descende Wherfore ech gready herte that ryches ●●kes to gayne Gather may 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 that springet 〈◊〉 his payne A ●●cane conuenient wealth I meane to take in worthe And wyth an hande of largest in measure poure it forthe For treasure spent in lyfe the body doth susteyne The heyre shal wast the hoorded gold amased with muche payne Ne may foresyght of man suche ordre gyue in life For to foreknowe who shall enioye theyr gotten goodes wyth stryfe Domine deus salutis uicae O Lorde vpon whose wyll dependeth my welfare To call vpon thy holy name sins day nor night I spare Graunte that the iuste requeste of thys repentaunt mynd So perce thyne eares y e in thy sighte some 〈…〉 fynd My soule 〈…〉 full with griefe 〈◊〉 paste My restles b●dye doth consume and death approcheth faste Lyke them whose fatall threde thine hand hath cutte in twayne Of whom there is no farther bruite whyche in theyr graues remaine Oh lorde thou haste me caste headlonge to please my foo Into a pytte all bottomeles wher as I playne my woo The burden of thy wrathe it doth me sore oppresse And sondry stormes thou hast me sēt of terrour and distresse The faythful frendes are fledde and banished from my syght And suche as I haue helde ful deare hath set my frendshyp lyght My duraunce doth perswade of fredome suche dispaire That by the teares y t bayne my brest myne eye lyght doth ●ppayre Yet dyd I neu●● care thyne ayde for desyre With humble hert stretched hādes for to appeare thyne ire Wherfore dost thou forbeare in the defence of thyne To shewe suche tokens of thy power in syght of Adams lyne Wherby eche feble hert with fayth myght be so fedde That in the mouth of thine elect thy mercies might be spredde The fleshe that fedeth wormes can not thy loue declare Nor such set forth thy faieth as dwel in the lande of dispayre In blynde endured hertes lyght of thy lyuely name Can not appeare ne cā not iudge the bryghtnes of the same Nor blasted may thy name be by the mouthe of those whom death hathe shitte in silence so as they 〈…〉 The lyuely 〈…〉 that in thys worlde delyght Nor be the trumpe y t muste resownd the glory of thy might Wherfore I shall not cease in chiefe of my distresse To cal●on the tyl that the slepe my wery bones oppresse And in the morning eke when that the slepe is fledde With flouddes of salte repentaunte teares to washe my restles bedde Wyth in thys careful mynde burdened wyth care and grefe Why dost thou lorde appaese that shoulde be hys relefe My wretched state beholde whō death shall strayghte assayle Cast not from the thaflicted styll that neuer dyd but wayle The breade lo of thyne ire hath trode me vnder feete The scourges of thyne angry hande hath made death seme full swete Lyke as the roringe waues the sonken shyppe surrounde Greate heapes of care dyd folow me And I no succoure founde For they whom no mischaunce coulde from my loue deuide Are forced to my greater grefe frome me theyr face to hyde Inte domine sperauf In the lorde haue I hoped let me not fele the blame At any time I the beseche of disapoynted shame But me defende and kepe deliuer as I truste Now throughe thy mighte w eout the which there may no man be iust Geue eare and rydde me sone my fortresse before me In whose defence thou shalt me saue if I defended be For thou are wont to be myne holde and my succour And for my 〈◊〉 be thou both my guyde and 〈◊〉 fortour Thou shalt vntangle me from snares that they have hydde To take me with for wythout the my selfe I can not rydde Into thy cure I shall betake my simple sprite Thou hast and shalt deliuer me most iust in thy behyght Alowed I haue not them that fettes their endes in vayne Mine onely hope bothe all and some in the doth sure remaine Let me oh lorde enioye thy mercies oft assayde By troubles for thou didest regard wherin my life was stayed And hast not suffred me with enmyes power be paynde But rather hast thou set at large my steppes that were restraynde Rewe o●●ne now oh good lord at hand● my da●●n●●r loo Mine eye my life 〈◊〉 my fleshe alas doth fre●● for woo Moste of my dayes and yeres in troubles wasted are My strength decaieth my bones do quaile such mischefe me doth marre Dreade of my many foes hath made my frendes to swarue And they me abhorre wythout cause of whom I good deserue I am cast as forgote as dede in death doth steru● As a brokē potte of whō the shardes for nothing more can serue I hearde the assembles saye and threaten woo and stryfe As thoughe it semde by one consente I were not worthy life But I oh lorde in the settynge my sure beliefe D● knowe thou art what me befall my god and hole reliefe My ●●me is in 〈…〉 shal ensue Deliv● 〈…〉 ntes power which doth my lyfe pursue Shewe yet thy frendly chere vnto thy simple slaue Accordynge to thy natyue ruthe thou me defende and saue Imputed for no mocke lorde let it be to me That in my neede myne onely healpe I seke onely at the. The wicked hath the mocke and holde theyr peace in hel Buried mought althey be now of further helpe that tell And let that mouth be dombe that wountes his lyppes to lyes Speakynge slaunders of the iust mā wyth proude disdainefull cryes What plenty and what wealth hast thou layd vp for those That honour the that hope in the for whom thou dost disclose All openly at eye 〈◊〉 full many a no 〈◊〉 That Adams line 〈◊〉 much and lerne ●hre●r to drede Thou dost bestowe them ryght afore thy looke and face

coles barefote passe on hys waye And yet the same him neuer greue no no I dare well saye Euē so I thynke that the same mā that doth an harlote see And vseth hym to touche hyr oft vngiltye can not be The there is not despysed of al that steales for very nede Dis gredy wombe hongry guttes in hongre for to fede The vtmost is if he be found seuentymes to yelde agayne Or els to make amendes wythal his goodes that do remayne But if thou be in whoredome foūd with anye neghbours wyfe Thou plaist the fole for y e dost bryng destruction on thy life Thou gettest thy selfe rebuke and shame wherof none can the rydde Dishonour eke thou purchasest which neuer shall be hydde For why●hir husbāds wrathful ire entreated can not be Thoughe y u giue giftes amendes to make as much as is in the. Argumen Cha. vii In this he doth all men exhort to wisedome for to cleaue he sheweth eke the harlots tricks wherwith she doth deceyve MI son marke wel mi coūsels al lay them vp in store Obserue wel my cōmaūdemētes by the for euermore And honoure thou the lyuyng-lord so shalt thou be ryght sure To rayne in ioyes celestiall whyche euer shall endure And other goddes feare not at all in men haue thou no truste And this doyng thou shalte be sure to lyue emonge the iuste Thē kepe thou my cōmaūdementes lo once agayne I saye Euen as the apple of thyne eye by whyche thou seest the daye And eke aboute thy fingers tenne se that thou do them bynde And write thē in thyne herte w t spede and prynt them well in mynde And se that thou to wysdome saye thou arte my sister deare And vnderstandinge cal likewyse thy kynsewoman full neare For wysdome shall the safely kepe from women that be yll So that on harlots fyled wordes thou shalt not set thy wil As I by chaunce sate downe to se the folye of yonge men And kept me close w tin mine house and pepte out nowe and then Beholde I saw a yonge fole passe the corner of the streate And hyed as faste as he myght goo and harlette for to mete And so towarde the harlots house he toke his way full ryght Thynkynge to scape and not be sene when it was almoste nyght And sodainlye there mette wyth him an harlot proude and bolde Whyche alwaye set hyr whole delyte to mocke both yong and olde For in hyr herte deceyte was hydde and wantonnes also Which she declard by hyr attyre and tokens other mo Whose feete coulde not abyde w tin the house but ranne about Now here now ther in ech blind lane wythin and eke wythout She caught the yōg mā kissing him and shamed not to saye I made a vowe whych to perfourme I purposed thys daye Wherfore came I to mete the nowe and to beholde thy face And thus I haue by happe the foūd my waye as I dyd trace My house is decte w e painted clothes of Egypte the to please My bedde dothe smell of Sinamon of myrre and Aloes Come ou therfore and let vs lye togyther all thys nyght And let vs twayne our pleasure take tyll it be brode day lyght Mine husbande is not nowe at home he is gone farre awaye Wyth him he toke the money bagge and coines not home to daye And thus w e many flattering wordes she dyd hym ouercome And also throughe hyr lyinge lippes anon she had hym wonne Immediatly he folowed hir muche lyke vnto an oxe whych ledde is to a slaughter house where he is kylde w e knockes Or lyke vnto the folysh lambe that skyppeth in the leese When that the boucher fetcheth hym mens appetite to please He thynketh not howe shamefullye to pryson he is brought Where his body suffreth wo for foly by hym wrought This harlote vile of this yong fole so chaunged had hys herte And had anone wounded to death his liuer with hir dart That lyke a birde he made greate haste to fall into the gyn Not knowynge of the fowlers art vntill that he was in For loue I speake full fatherlye and counsell the eftsone Marke well my wordes w e diligence obserue them well my sonne Let not thine hert in harlots snares at any tyme be caught Be not deceiued refuse hyr sight hir pathes be very naughte Hir house my son is the ryght waye that leadeth vnto hell The chambers of the same to deathe ' may be compared well Argument Chap. viii The wisemen doeth commend to vs the sonne of god moste hye Whiche is the worde that al thinges made and was eternally How can you saye oh mortal mē that wisedome doeth not crye And prudence eke exalt aloude her voice incessauntlye In places all as in the toppes of hilles that be full stepe And in the plaine and wide countreis and valeis that be depe In common places and nigh the same in churches and in stretes And in the gates of Cities great where many people metes The mightie word the son of god doeth call vnto mankynde Which was before the heavens were made and vttreth thus his mynde O sonnes of men to you I speake and earnestly do crye My wysedome learne to vnderstand and kepe it faythfullye Oh herken well and geue good eare of wayghty thynges wyse My lyppes shal speke mine hert shall styll much godlines deuyse My talke shalbe on vertuous things wherin I moste delyght My lyppes abhorre the wycked man for all hys power and myght My counselles all and my precepter be rightuous and strayght There is in them no wyckednes nor any maner sleyght To suche as do theym vnderstande they be but very playne And not to harde for theym to kepe if there of they be fayne Before gret heaps of worldly goods chose thou my disciplyne My doctryne is of greater pryce then is the golde so fyne As lyghtsom daies wyth hys bryght beames excelleth y e darke night Whē that the skies are full of sterres or mone doth giue hyr lyght Euen so trulye doth wysedome passe and farre aboue excell All wordely wealthe to it nothynge may be compared well I whych am the eternall worde and equall in all myght To god which al thinges hath made and created aryght Assystaunte am from tyme to tyme In counsels that are luste And lykewyse am of al good though 〈◊〉 the geuer when I luste And he whyche hath the feare of god sure prynted in hys breaste Doth hate all vyce all pryde of herte and vtterly deteste The wycked pathes in which to walk yll men haue theyr delyght The double tonge hys neyghbours hurte which worketh w t despite I onely gyue vnto mans herte good counsell to deuise To deale vpright in equitie and iustice exercyse All wisedome doeth procede from me as from the very spring All wordly strength and fortitude to man alone I bryng By me y e kynges theyr power do take and rule the earth therby And holsome lawes are stablished and kept accordingly By