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A21166	The paradise of daintie deuises containyng sundrie pithie preceptes, learned counsailes and excellent inuentions : right pleasant and profitable for all ages / deuised and written for the most parte by M. Edwardes, sometime of her Maiesties chappell, the rest by sundrie learned gentlemen both of honor and worship, whose names hereafter followe.	Edwards, Richard, 1523?-1566.; Bernard, of Cluny, 12th cent. De contemptu mundi. English & Latin. Selections.; Vaux, Thomas Vaux, Baron, 1510-1556.; Hunnis, William, d. 1597.; Heywood, Jasper, 1535-1598.; E. O.; Kinwelmersh, Francis, d. 1580?; Sande, D.; Yloop, M.	1585 (1585)	STC 7520; ESTC S105441	59,068	98

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 FINIS 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 alofe is rent with thunder clap The turrets tops which touche the cloudes are beat with euery blast Soone shiuered are their stones with storme and quickly ouercast Best bodied tree in all the wood for timber beame is found And to the axe the stūrdiest oke doth yeld and fall to ground The highest hill doth soonest feele the flash of lightninges flame And soone decayes the pompe and pride of high renowned name Of all the Heard the hunteman seekes by proofe as doth appeare with double forked arrow head to wounde the greatest Deare The haughtiest head of all the droue enioyest the shortest life And staines the slaughter house with bloud at pricke of Butchers knife Thus what thing highest place attaines is soonest ouerthrowne UUhat euer Fortune sets aloft she threates to throw it downe And though no force resist thy power and seeke thee to confounde Yet doth the paise of waighty thinges decline it selfe to grounde For restlesse tipe of rowlling wheele example hath it tride To heauie burden yeeld it must full soone and slippe aside UUhat vailes the riche his bed of Doune the sighes for sleeplesse thought what time in couche of flocke the poore sleepes sound and feareth nought At homely boorde his quiet foote his drinkes in treene be tane when oft the proude in cuppes of golde with wine receiue their bane The bed the boord they dread in doubt with traine to be opprest when fortune frownes their power must yeeld as wire vnto the wrest who so thou be that sits alowe and tread the valleyes pathe Thou needes not feare the Thunder boltes of mightie Ioue his wrathe If Icarus had not presumed too high to take his flight He had not yet bene drowned in Seas that now Icarian hight If Phaeton had not enterprised to guide his fathers seate His fiers had not inflamed the worlde nor beene destroyed with heate But who so climes aboue the meane there is no hope of stay The higher vp the sooner downe and neerer 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 renowmed vertue see the pitte of hell Nor yet in tombe of Marble stone she shall abide to dwell And in that tombe full brauely deckte when that she shall depart God sende her rest and all thinges well according to desarte But from Sepulcher flies she hence beyond the skies aboue And glistering in the blisfull starres she raignes with mighty Ioue FINIS Iasper Heiwood 3. The perfect trial of a faithful friend NOt staied state but feeble staie not costly robes but bare araie Not passed wealth but present want not heaped store but slender skant Not plenties purse but poore estate not happy hap but froward fate Not wish at will but want of ioy not hearts good health but hearts anoye Not freedomes vse but prisoners thrall not costly seate but lowest fall Not weale I meane but wretched woe doth truely trie the friend from foe And naught but froward fortune proues who fauning feines or simply loues FINIS M. Yloop. 4. Being asked the occasion of his white head he answereth thus WHere sighing sighes and sorrow sobbes Hath slaine the slippes that Nature set And scalding showers with stonie throbbes The kindly sappe from them hath fet what wonder then though that you see Upon my head white heares to be UUhere thought hath thrilde and throwne his speares To hurt the heart that harmeth him not And groning griefe hath ground forth teares Myne eyne to stayne my face to spot what wonder then though that you see Upon my head white heares to be UUhen pinching paine 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 Upon my head white heares to be UUhere wretched woe will weane her webbe UUhere care the clewe can catche and cast And flouds of ioy are fallen to ebbe So loe that life may not long last what wonder then though that you see Upon my head white heares to be These heares of age are messengers which bid me fast repent and praie They be of death the Harbingers That doth prepare and dresse the way wherefore I ioye that you may see Upon my head such heares to bee They be the lines 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 Upon my head such lines to bee They be the stringes of sober sounde Whose Musicke is harmonicall Their tunes declare a time from grounde I came and how thereto I shall Wherefore I ioy that you may see Upon 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 layed in graue Their soules may ioy their liues well spent God graunt likewise that you may see Upon your head such heares to bee FINIS W.H. 5. Beware of had I 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 perfect frend enioy his hoped hire And faithlesse faunyng foe shall misse th'effect of his desire Good will shall haue his gayne and hate shall heape despight A faithlesse frend shall finde distrust and loue shall reape delight Thy selfe shall rest in peace thy frend 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 frend to gayne But this not my intent to teach to finde a frende But safely how to loue and liue is all that I intende And if you proue in part and finde my counsell true Then wish me well for my good will tis all I craue adue FINIS My lucke is losse 6. M. Edwardes May. WHen May is in his prime then may eche hart reioyce When May bedeckes ech branch with greene eche bird streines forth his voyce The liuely sap creepes vp into the bloming thorne The flowres which cold in prison kept now laughes the frost to scorne All Natures Impes triumphes whiles ioyfull May doth last UUhen May is gone of all the yeare the pleasaunt time is past May makes the chearefull

hue May breedes and bringes new bloud May marcheth throughout euery lim May makes the mery mood May pricketh tender hartes their warbling notes to tune Full straunge it is yet some we see do make their May in Iune Thus thinges are straungely wrought whiles ioyfull May doth last Take May in time when May is gone the pleasaunt 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 Use May while that you may for May hath but his time UUhen all the fruite is gone it is to late the Tree to clime Your liking and your lust is fresh whiles May doth last When May is gone of all the yeare the pleasaunt time is past FINIS M. Edwardes 7. Fayre wordes make fooles fayne IN youthfull yeares when first my young desires began To pricke me forth to serue in court a slender tall young man My fathers blessing then I asked vpon my knee UUho blessing me with trembling hand these wordes 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 quoth he that faire wordes make fooles faine This counsell grauely giuen most straunge appeares to me Till tract of time with open eyes had made me plainly see UUhat subtill sleightes are wrought by painted tales deuise UUhen hollow hartes with frendly shewes the simple do entise To thinke all gold that shines to feede their fond desire Whose shiuering cold is warmde with smoke in steed of flaming fire Sith talke of tickle trust doth breed a hope most vaine This prouerb true by proofe I find that fayre wordes make fooles faine Fayre speech alway doth well where deedes insue faire wordes Faire speech againe alway doth euill that bushes giue for birdes Who hopes to haue fayre wordes to trie his luckie lot If I may counsell let him strike it while the Iron is hot But them that feed on cloddes in steed of pleasant grapes And after warning often giuen for better lucke still gapes Full loath I am yet must I tell them in wordes plaine This prouerb old proues true in them that faire wordes make fooles faine Wo worth the time that wordes so slowly turne to deedes Wo worth the time that fayre sweet flowres are growne to rotten weedes But thrise wo worth the time that truth away is fled UUherein I see how simple hartes with wordes are vainely fed Trust not fayre wordes therefore where no deedes do insue Trust wordes as skilfull Falkners do trust Haukes that neuer flue Trust deedes let wordes be wordes which neuer wrought me gaine Let my experience make you wise and let wordes make fooles faine FINIS M. Edwardes 8. In his extreame sickenesse WHat grieues my bones and makes my body faint UUhat prickes my flesh and teares my head in twaine UUhy do I wake when rest should me attaint UUhen others laugh why do I liue in paine I tosse I turne I chaunge from side to side And stretch me oft in sorrowes linckes betide I tosse as one betost in waues of care I turne to flie the woes of loathsome life I chaunge to spie if death this corpes might spare I stretch to heauen to rid me of this strife Thus do I stretch and chaunge and tosse and turne UUhile I in hope of heauen my life do burne Then hold thee still let be thy heauinesse Abolish care forget thy pining woe For by this meanes sone shalt thou find redresse When oft betost hence thou to heauen must goe Then tosse and tourne and tumble franke and free O happie thrise when thou in heauen shalt be FINIS L. Vaux 9. Eor Christmas day Reioyce reioyce with hart and voyce In Christes byrth this day reioyce FRom virgins wombe this day did spring The precious seed that onely saued man This day let man reioyce and sweetly sing Since on this day saluation first began This day did Christ mans soule from death remoue With glorious sainctes to dwell in heauen aboue This day to man came pledge of perfect peace This day to man came loue and vnity This day mans griefe began for to surcease This day did man receiue a remedy For ech offence and euery deadly sin With gilty hart that erst he wandred in In Christes flocke let loue be surely plaste From Christes flocke let concord hate expell Of Christes flocke let loue be so embraste As we in Christ and Christ in vs may dwell Christ is the authour of vnity 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 sweet delight The ioy of Christes birth this day resight FINIS F. Kindlemarshe 10. For Easter day AL mortall mēn this day reioyce in Christ that you redemed hath By death with death sing we with voyce to him that hath appeasde Gods wrath Due vnto man for sinfull path wherein before he went astray Giue thankes to him with perfect faith that for mankinde hath made this glorious day This day he rose from tombe againe wherein his precious corse was layd Whom cruelly the Iewes had slaine with bloudy woundes full ill arayd O man be now no more dismaid if thou hencefoorth from sinne do stay Of death thou needest not to be afrayde Christ conquered death for this his glorious day His death preuayled had no whit as Paule the Apostle well doth write Except he had vprised it from death to life by godlike might With most triumphant glittering light This daie his glory shined I say and made vs bright as sunne this glorious day O man arise with Christ therefore since he from sin hath made thee free Beware thou fall in sinne no more but rise as Christ did rise for thee So mayest 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 Iasper Heiwood 11. For Whitsonday COme holy Ghost eternall God and ease the wofull griefe That through the heapes of heauy sinne can no where find reliefe Doe thou O God redresse The great distresse Of sinfull heauinesse Come comfort the afflicted thoughtes of my consumed hart O rid the pearcing pinching 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 lawes O teach me then the way Whereby I may Make thee my onely stay My lippes my tongue my hart and all shall spread thy mighty name My voyce shall neuer cease to sound the praises of the same Yea euery liuing thing Shall sweetly sing To

and worthy skill doth fade at length and fall away There is nothing but time doth wast The Heauens the Earth consume at last But vertue sits triumphing still vpon the trone of glorious fame Though spitfull death mans body kill yet hurtes he not his vertuous name By life or death what so betides The state of vertue neuer slides FINIS M. T. 22. Nothing is comparable vnto a faithfull frend SIth this our time of frendship is so scant Sith frendship now in euery place doth want Sith euery man of frendship is so hollow As no man rightly knowes which way to follow Cease not my Muse sease not in these our dayes To ring loude peales of sacred frendships prayse If men be now their owne peculiar frendes And to their neighbours frendship none pretendes If men of frendship shew them selues so bare And of their brethren take no frendly care Forbeare not then my Muse nor feare not then To ring disprayse of these vnfrendly men Did man in frendship know the mightie power How great effectes it worketh euery hower What store of hidden frendship it retaynes How still it powreth forth aboundant gaynes Man would with thee my Muse in these our dayes Ring out loude peales of sacred frendships prayse Frendship releeueth mans necessitie Frendship comforteth mans aduersitie Frendship augmenteth mans prosperitie Frendship preferres man to felicitie Then ring my Muse ring out in these our dayes Ring out loude peales of sacred frendships prayse Of frendship groweth loue and charitie By frendship men are linked in amitie From frendship springeth all commoditie The fruite of frendship is fidelitie Oh ring my Muse ring out in these our dayes Peale vpon peale of sacred frendships prayse That man with man true frendship may embrace That man to man may shew a freendly face That euery man may sow such freendly seedes As freendship may be found in freendly deedes And ioyne with thee my muse in these our dayes To ring loud peales of sacred freendships prayse FINIS F. Kindlemarsh Golden precepts PErhaps you think me bolde that dare presume to teache As one y t runns beyond his race rowes beyond his reach Sometime the blinde doe go where perfect sights doe fall The simple may sometimes instruct the wisest heads of al. If needefull notes I giue that vnto vertue tend Me thinkes you should of right vouchsafe your listning eares to lend A Whetstone cannot cut yet sharpes it well we see And I though blunt may whet your skils if you attentife bee First these among the rest I wish you warely heede That God be seru'd your prince obayed freends releeu'd at neede Then looke to honest thrift both what and how to haue At night examine so the day that bed be thought a graue Seeke not for others goods be iust in worde and deede For got with shiftes are spent with shame beleeue this as thy creede Boste not of Natures giftes nor yet of parents name For Uertue is the onely meane to winne a worthy fame Ere thou doest promise make consider well the ende But promise past be sure thou keepe both with thy foe and freende Threat not reuenge to much it shewes a crauens kinde But to preuaile and then forgiue declares a noble minde Forget no freendships debt wish to requite at least For God and man yea all the world condems the vngratefull beast Beare not a frendly face with hart of Iudas kisse It shewes a base and vile conceipt and not where valure is Flye from a faunyng flurt and from a coggyng mate Their loues breedes losse their prayse reproch their frēdship breeds but hate Seeke not to loose by wiles that law and duetie bindes They be but helpes of Banckrupts heads and not of honest myndes The motions of the flesh and Collers heate restraine For heapes of harmes do dayly hap where lust or rage doth raigne In diet deede and wordes a modest meane is best Inough sufficeth for a feast but riot findes no rest And so to make an end let this be borne away That vertue alwayes be thy guide so shalt thou neuer stray FINIS ¶ In prayse of the Snayle THe deepe turmoyled wight that liues deuoyde of ease Whose wayward wittes are often found more wauering then the seas Seekes sweete repose abroad and takes delight to rome Where reason leaues the Snayle for rule to keepe a quiet home Leape not before thou looke lest harme thy hope assayle Hast hauocke makes in hurtfull wise wherfore be slow as Sayle Refrayne from rash attempt let take heede be thy skill Let wisedome bridle brainsicke wit and leasure worke thy will Dame reason biddes I say in thynges of doubt be slacke Lest rashnesse purchase vs the wrong that wisedome wills vs lacke By rashnesse diuers haue bene deadly ouercome By kindly creepyng on like Snayle duke Fabe his fame hath wonne Though some as swift as haukes can stoope to euery stale Yet I refuse such sodayne flight and will seeme slow as Snayle Wherefore my prety Snaile be still and lappe thee warme Saue enuies frets mauger their fumes ther● few shall do thee harme Because in some respect thou holdes me to be wise I place thee for a Presedent and signe before mine eyes Was neuer any yet that harme in thee could find Or dare auow that euer Snaile wrought hurt to humaine kinde I know dame Phisicke doth thy friendly helpe implore And crau's the salue from thee ensues to cure the crased sore Sith Phisicke then alowes the vertues in degree In spight of spight I weare thee still that well contenteth me FINIS 21. Remember thy end TO be as wise as Cato was or rich as Cresus in his life To haue the strength of Hercules which did subdue by force or strife What helpeth it when death doth call The happy end exceedeth all The rich may well the poore relieue that rulers may redresse ech wrong The learned may good counsell giue but marke the end of this my song Who doth these thinges happy they call Their happy end exceedeth all The happiest end in these our dayes that all do seeke both small and great Is either for fame or els for praise or who may sit in highest seat But of these thinges hap what hap shall The happy end exceedeth all A good beginning oft we see but seldome standing at one stay For few do like the meane degree then prayse at parting some men say The thinges whereto ech wight is thrall The happy end exceedeth all The meane estate that happy life which liueth vnder gouernance Who seekes no hate nor breedes no strife but takes in worth his happy chance If contentation him befall His happie ende exceedeth all The longer life that we desire the more offence doth dayly grow The greater paine it doth require except the iudge some mercy shew Wherefore I thinke and euer shall The happie end exceedeth all FINIS D. S. 24. He perswadeth his friend from the fond affectes of loue VUhy art thou bound and mayest

or hers gainsay that I intende Art thou so fonde not fonde but firmely fast Why foole her frendes wote how thy will is bent Yet thou like dolt whose witte and sence is past Seest not what frumpes do follow thy entent Ne know how loue in few of scorne is lent Adue for sighes such follie should preuent Well well their scoffes with scornes might be repayed If my requestes were fully yead or nayed UUel well let these with wisedomes prayse be wayed And in your chest of chiefest secretes layed FINIS My lucke is losse 48. What ioye to a contented mynde THe fayth that fayles must needes be thought vntrue The frend that faignes who holdeth not vniust UUho likes that loue that chaungeth still for new UUho hopes for truth where troth is voyde of trust No faith no frend no loue no troth so sure But rather fayles then stedfastly endure UUhat head so stayed that altereth not intent what thought so sure that stedfast did remaine what witte so wise that neuer needes repent what tongue so true but sometime wontes to fayne what foote so firme that neuer treades awrie what sooner dimde then sight of clearest eye UUhat hart so fixt but soone enclines to chaunge what moode so milde that neuer moued debate what faith so strong but lightly likes to raunge what loue so true that neuer learnd to hate what life so pure that lastes without offence what worldly mynde but moues with ill pretence UUhat knot so fast that may not be vntide what seale so sure but fraude or force shall breake what prop of stay but one tyme shrinkes aside what ship so stauche that neuer had a leake what graunt so large that no exception makes what hoped helpe but frend at neede forsakes UUhat seate so high but low to ground may fall what hap so good that neuer found mislike what state so sure but subiect is to thrall what force preuayles where Fortune list to strike what wealth so much but time may tourne to want what store so great but wasting maketh scant UUhat profites hope in depth of daungers thrall what trust in time but waxeth worse and worse what helpes good hart if Fortune frowne withall what blessing thriues agaynst heauenly helpelesse curse what winnes desire to get and cannot gayne what bootes to wish and neuer to obtaine FINIS My lucke is losse 49. Donec eris Faelix multos numerabis amicos Nullus ad amissas ibit amicus ●pes EUen as the Rauen the Crow and greedy Kite Doe swarming flocke where carren corps doth fall And tiring teare with beake and talentes might Both skin and flesh to gorge their guttes withall And neuer cease but gather moe to moe Doe all to pull the carkas to and fro Till bared bones at last they leaue behinde And seeke elswhere some fatter foode to finde Euen so I see where wealth doth waxe at will And gold doth grow to heapes of great encrease There frendes resort and profering frendship still Full thicke they throng with neuer ceasing prease And slily make a shew of true intent when nought but guile and inward hate is ment For when mischaunce shall chaunge such wealth to want They packe them thence to place of richer haunt FINIS My lucke is losse 50. Amantium irae amoris redinte gratio est IN goyng to my naked bed as one that would haue slept I heard a wife sing to her child that long before had wept She sighed sore and sang full sweete to bring the babe to rest That would not cease but cried still in sucking at her brest She was full wearie of her watch and greeued with her child She rocked it and rated it till that on her it smilde Then did she say now haue I found this Prouerbe true to proue The falling out of faithfull frendes renuyng is of loue Then tooke I paper penne and Inke this Prouerbe for to write In register for to remaine of such a worthy wight As she proceeded thus in song vnto her little brat Much matter vttered she of waight in place where as she sat And proued playne there was no beast nor creature bearing life Could well be knowne to liue in loue without discorde and strife Then kissed she her little babe and sware by God aboue The falling out of faythfull frendes renuyng is of loue She sayd that neither King ne Prince ne Lord could liue a right Untill their puissance they did proue their manhood and their might when manhood shall be matched so that feare can take no place Then wearie workes make warriours eche other to embrace And leaued their force that fayled them which did consume the rout That might before haue liued their time and Nature out Then did she sing as one that thought no man could her reproue The falling out of faythfull frendes renuyng is of loue She sayd she saw no fish ne foule nor beast within her haunt That met a straunger in their kinde but could giue it a taunt Since flesh might not endure but rest must wrath succeede And force the fight to fall to play in pasture where they feede So noble Nature can well end the worke she hath begone And bridle well that will not cease her tragedie in some Thus in song she oft rehearst as did her well behoue The falling out of faithfull frendes renuyng is of loue I maruaile much pardy quoth she for to behold the rout To see man woman boy and beast to tosse the world about Some kneele some couche some becke some checke some cā smothly smile And some embrace others in arme and there thinke many a wile Some stand a loofe at cap and knee some humble and some stout Yet are they neuer frendes in deede vntill they once fall out Thus ended she her song and sayd before she did remoue The fallyng out of faythfull frendes renuyng is of loue FINIS M. Edwardes 51. Thinke to dye THe life is long which lothsomely doe last The dolefull dayes draw slowly to their date The present pangues and painefull plagues forepast Yeldes grief aye greene to stablish his estate So that I feele in this great storme and strife That death is sweete that shortneth such a life And by the stroke of this straunge ouerthrow All which conflict in thraldome I was thrust The Lord be praysed I am well taught to know From whence man came and eke whereto he must And by the way vpon how feeble force His terme doth stand till death doth end his course The pleasaunt yeares that seemes so sweetly runne The merrie dayes to ende so fast that fleete The ioyfull wights of which dayes drawes so soone The happie howres which moe do misse then meete Doe all consume as snow against the Sunne And death makes ende of all that life begunne Since death shall dure till all the world be waste what meaneth man to dread Death then so sore As man might make that life should alway laste without regarde the Lord hath led

comparable to a quiet minde IN 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 sinnefull flesh that beares him here in vewe In steede of life doth dreadfull death pursue The way he seeth by touch of merites grace Wherein to runne alas he gladly would But filthie flesh his wretched dwelling place Doeth so rebell at that which doe he should That silly soule who feeles his heauie neede Can onely will but naught performe in deede Thy will through grace doeth 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 sap of deadly woe Esteeming shewes of fickle fancies knowne And scorning fruit by grace eternall sowen Though eye doth see that death doth swallow all Both life and lust and euery sound delight Yet wretched flesh through sinne is made so thrall That nought it markes apparant thinges in sight That might him traine to care of better grace Bothe doeth his bale with greedy lust imbrace Then since desert and al thinges weare away That nought remaine but fruite of grace or sinne God build in vs such conscience as can say This fruit not mine but sinne that dwelt in me For why to sinne I dayly doe in sight that vnto Christ I may reuiue my spright ꝙ Candishe FINIS That Loue is required by disdayne IN search of thinges that secret are my mated muse began What it might be molested most the head and minde of man The bending brow of Princes face to wrathe that doth attende Or want of Parentes wife or childe or losse of faithfull friend the roaring of the Canon shot that makes the peece to shake Or terrour such as mightie Ioue from heauen aboue can make All these in fine may not compare experience so doth proue Unto the tormentes sharpe and straunge of such as be in Loue. Loue lookes a loft and laughes to scorne all such as grief anoy The more extreame their passions be the greater is his ioy thus loue as victor of the field triumphes aboue the rest And ioyes to see his subiectes lye with liuing death in brest But dire disdaine letts driue a shaft gaules this bragging foole He pluckes his plumes vnbēds his bow setts him new to schoole Whereby this boy that bragged late as conquerour ouer all Now yeldes himselfe vnto disdaine his vassall and his thrall FINIS W. Hunnis Of a contented state IN wealth we see some wealthy men abounde in wealth most wealthely In wealth we see those men agayne in wealth do liue most wretchedly And yet of wealth hauing more store Then earst of wealth they had before These wealthy mē do seeme to want they seeme to wāt that most they haue The more posses the more they craue the more they craue the greater store That most they haue they thinke but skant Yet not content woe be therfore The simple men that lesse wealth haue with lesser wealth we see content Content are they twixt wealth and scathe a life to lead indifferent And thus of wealth these men haue more Then those of which we spoke before FINIS W. Hunnis Beyng disdayned he complayneth IF frendlesse fayth if guiltlesse thought may shield If simple truth that neuer meant to swarue If deare desire accepted fruite do yeld If greedy lust in loyall life do searue then may my plaint bewayle my heauie harme That seeking calme haue stumbled on the storme My wonted cheare Eclipsed by the cloud Of deepe disdayne through errour of report If wearie woe enwrapped in the shroude Lyes slayne by tongue of the vnfrendly sort Yet heauen and earth and all that nature wrought I call to vowe of my vnspotted thought No shade I seeke in part to shield my tainte But simple truth I hunt no other sute On that I gape the issue of my plainte If that I quayle let iustice me confute If that my place emongest the giltlesse sort Repay by doome my name and good report Goe heauy verse pursue desired grace Where pitie shrinde in cell of secret brest Awaites my hast the rightfull lot to place And lothes to see the guiltlesse man opprest Whose vertues great hath crownde her more with fame then kingly state though largely shine the same FINIS L. Vaux Of the meane estate THe higher that the Cedar tree vnto the heauens do grow the more in daungers is the top when sturdy windes gan blow Who iudges then in Princely throne to be deuoide of hate Doth not yet know what heapes of ill lyes hid in such estate Such daūgers great such gripes of mynde such toyle do they sustaine that often tymes of God they wish to be vnkingd agayne For as the huge and mightie rockes withstand the raging seas So kingdomes in subiection be whereas dame Fortune please Of brittle ioy of smilyng cheare of honnie mixt with gall Alotted is to euery Prince in freedome to be thrall UUhat watches long what sleepes vnsure what grief and care of mynde UUhat bitter broyles what endlesse toyles to kingdomes be assignde The subiect then may well compare with Prince for pleasaunt daies whose silent night bringes quiet rest whose steppes no storme bewraies How much be we then bound to God who such prouision makes to lay our cares vpon the Prince thus doth he for our sakes to him therefore let vs lift vp our heartes and pray amaine that euery prince that he hath plaste may long in quiet raigne FINIS W. Hunnis Of a contented minde WHen all is done and said in the ende thus shall you finde the moste of all doth bathe in blisse that hath a quiet minde And cleere from worldly cares to deeme can be content the sweetest time of all this life in thinking to be spent The bodie subiect is to fickle Fortunes power And to a million of mishaps is casuall euery hower And death in time doth chaunge it to a clodd of clay UUhen as the minde which is deuine runnes neuer to decay Companion none is like vnto the minde alone For many haue beene harmde by speeche through thinking few or none Few often times restraineth wordes but makes no thoughtes to cease And stay he speakes best that hath the skill when for to hold his peace Our wealthe leaues vs at death our kinsmen at the graue But vertues of the minde vnto the heauens with vs haue wherefore for vertues sake I can be well content the sweetest time of all my life to deeme in thinking spent FINIS L. Vaux Trie before you trust TO counsell my estate abandonde to the spoile Of forged freendes whose grosest fraude is set with finest foile To verefie true dealing wightes whose trust no treason treades And all too deare th'acquaintance be of such most harmefull heades I am aduised thus who so doth friend friend so As though to morrowe next he feared for to become a foe To