thee Let me dye or liue thou in mee VVhere the truth once was and is not Shaddowes are but vanitie Shewing want that helpe they cannot Signes not salues of miserie Paynted meate no hunger feedes Dying life each death exceedes VVith my loue my life was nestled In the somme of happinesse From my loue my life is wrested To a world of heauinesse O let loue my life remoue Sith I liue not where I loue O my soule what did vnloose thee From thy sweete captiuitie God not I did still possesse thee His not mine thy libertie O two happie thrall thou wart VVhen thy prison was his hart Spightfull speare that break'st this prison Seate of all felicitie VVorking this with double treason Loues and liues deliuerie Though my life thou drau'st away Maugre thee my loue shall stay Times goe by turnes THE lopped tree in time may grow againe Most naked plants renew both fruit and flower The soriest wight may finde release of paine The dryest soyle sucke in some moystning shower Times goe by turnes and chaunces chaunge by course From foule to faire from better happe to worse The sea of fortune doth not euer flowe She drawes her fauours to the lowest ebbe Her tydes hath equall times to come and goe Her Loome doth weaue the fine and coursest webbe No ioy so great but runneth to an end No hap so hard but may in fine amend Not alwaies fall of leafe nor euer spring No endles night yet not eternall day The saddest birds a season find to sing The roughest storme a calme may soone alay Thus with succeeding turnes God tempereth all That man may hope to rise yet feare to fall A chaunce may winne that by mischaunce was lost The net that holdes no great takes little fish In some things all in all things none are crost Fewe all they neede but none haue all they wish Vnmedled ioyes here to no man befall VVho least hath some who most hath neuer all Looke home REtyred thoughts enioy their owne delights As beautie doth in selfe beholding eye Mans mind a mirrour is of heauenlie sights A briefe wherein all meruailes summed lye Of fayrest formes and sweetest shapes the store Most gracefull all yet thought may grace them more The mind a creature is yet can create To natures patterns adding higher skill Of finest works wit better could the state If force of wit had equall power of will Deuise of man in working hath no end VVhat thought can think an other thought can mend Mans soule of endlesse beauties image is Drawne by the worke of endles skill and might This skilfull might gaue many sparkes of blisse And to discerne this blisse a natiue light To frame Gods image as his worthes requird His might his skill his word and will conspird All that he had his image should present All that it should present he could afford To that he could afford his will was bent His will was followed with performing word Let this suffize by this conceiue the rest He should he could he would he did the best Fortunes falshood IN worldly meriments lurketh much miserie Slie fortunes subtilties in baites of happinesse Shrowd hookes that swallowed without recouerie Murder the innocent with mortall heauinesse She sootheth appetites with pleasing vanities Till they be conquered with cloaked tyrannie Than changing countenance with open enmities She triumphes ouer them scorning their slauerie VVith fawning flatterie deaths doore she openeth Alluring passengers to bloodie destenie In offers bountifull in proofe shee beggereth Mens ruines registring her false felicitie Her hopes are fastened in blisse that vanisheth Her smart inherited with sure possession Constant in crueltie shee neuer altereth But from one violence to more oppression To those that follow her fauours are measured As easie premises to hard conclusions VVith bitter corrosiues her ioyes are seasoned Her highest benefits are but illusions Her wayes a laborinth of wandring passages Fooles common pilgrimage to cursed deieties VVhose fond deuotion and idle menages Are wagde with wearinesse in fruitlesse drudgeries Blind in her fauorites foolish election Chaunce is her arbiter in giuing dignities Her choyse of visions shewes most discretion Sith welth the vertuous might wrest from pietie To humble suppliants tyrant most obstinate She suters aunswereth with contrarieties Proud with petition vntaught to mitigate Rigour with clemencie in hardest cruelties Like Tygre fugitiue from the ambitious Like weeping Crodocile to scornefull enemies Suing for amitie where shee is odious But to her followers forswearing curtesies No wind so changeable no sea so wauering As giddie Fortune in reeling varieties Now mad now mercifull now fierce now fauoring In all things mutable but mutabilities Scorne not the least WHere wards are weake foes encountring strong VVhere mightier doe assault then doe defend The feebler part puts vp enforced wrong And silent sees that speech could not amend Yet higher powers must thinke though they repine VVhen sunne is set the little starres will shine VVhile Pike doth range the silly Tench doth flie And crouch in priuie creekes with smaller fish Yet Pikes are caught when little fish goe bie These fleet a flote while those doe fill the dish There is a time euen for the wormes to creepe And sucke the dew while all their foes doe sleepe The Marlyne cannot euer sore on high Nor greedy Grey-hound still pursue the chase The tender Larke will finde a time to flie And fearefull Hare to runne a quiet race He that high growth on Ceders did bestow Gaue also lowly Mush-rumpts leaue to grow In Amans pompe poore Mardocheus wept Yet God did turne his fate vpon his foe The Lazar pinde while Diues feast was kept Yet he to heauen to hell did Diues goe VVe trample grasse and prize the flowers of May Yet grasse is greene when flowers doe fade away The Natiuitie of Christ. BEholde the father is his daughters sonne The bird that built the nest is hatch'd therein The olde of yeares an houre hath not out-runne Eternall life to liue doth now beginne The word is dumme the mirth of heauen doth weepe Might feeble is and force doth faintly creepe O dying soules behold your liuing spring O dazeled eyes behold your sonne of grace Dull eares attend what word this word doth bring Vp heauie hartes with ioye your ioye embrace From death from darke from deafenesse from dispaires This life this light this word this ioye repaires Gift better then him selfe God doth not know Gift better then his God no man can see This gift doth here the giuer giuen bestow Gift to this gift let each receiuer bee God is my gift himselfe he freely gaue me Gods gift am I and none but God shall haue me Man altered was by sinne from man to beast Beastes foode is haye haye is all mortall flesh Now God is flesh and lies in Manger prest As haye the brutest sinner to refresh O happie fielde wherein this fodder grew VVhose tast doth vs from beasts to men renew ¶ Christs childhood TIll twelue yeres
blasphemies did swell VVith taynted breath infecting all resort VVhy didst thou lead me to this hell of euills To shew my selfe a fiend among the diuels Euill president the tyde that wafts to vice Dumme Orator that woes with silent deedes VVriting in workes lessons of ill aduise The doing tale that eye in practise reedes Taster of ioyes to vnacquainted hunger VVith leauen of the olde seasoning the yonger It seemes no fault to doe that all haue done The number of offenders hides the sinne Coatch drawne with many horse doth easely runne Soone followeth one where multitudes begin O had I in that court much stronger bin Or not so strong as first to enter in Sharpe was the weather in that stormie place Best suting hearts benum'd with hellish frost VVhose crusted malice could admit no grace VVhere coales were kindled to the warmers cost VVhere feare my thoughts canded with ysie colde Heate did my tongue to periuries vnfolde O hatefull fire ah that I euer saw it Too hard my hart was frozen for thy force Farre hotter flames it did require to thawe it Thy hell resembling heate did freeze it worse O that I rather had congeal'd to yse Then bought thy warm'th at such a damning price O wakefull bird proclaimer of the day VVhose piercing note doth daunt the Lions rage Thy crowing did my selfe to me bewray My frights and brutish heates it did aswage But ô in this alone vnhappie cocke That thou to count my foyles wert made the clocke O bird the iust rebuker of my crime The faithfull waker of my sleeping feares Be now the daylie clocke to strike the time VVhen stinted eyes shall pay their taske of teares Vpbraide mine eares with thine accusing crow To make me rew that first it made me know O milde reuenger of aspiring pride Thou canst dismount high thoughts to low effects Thou mad'st a cocke me for my fault to chide My lofty boastes this lowlie bird corrects VVell might a cocke correct me with a crow VVhom hennish cackling first did ouer-throw VVeake weapons did Golias fumes abate VVhose storming rage did thunder threates in vaine His bodie huge harnest with massie plate Yet Dauids stone brought death into his braine VVith staffe and sling as to a dog he came And with contempt did boasting fury tame Yet Dauid had with Beare and Lyon fought His skilfull might excusd Golias foyle The death is easd that worthy hand hath wrought Some honour liues in honorable spoile But I on whom all infamies must light VVas hisd to death with wordes of womens spight Small gnats enforst th' Egiptian king to stoupe Yet they in swarmes and arm'd with piercing stings Smart noyse annoyance made his courage droupe No small incombrance such small vermine brings I quaild at words that neither bit nor stoung And those deliuered from a womans toung Ah feare abortiue impe of drouping mind Selfe ouer-throw false friend root of remorce Sighted in seeing euils in shunning blind Foyld without field by fancie not by force Ague of valour phrensie of the wise True honours staine loues frost the mint of lies Can vertue wisedome strength by women spild In Dauids Salomons and Sampsons falls VVith semblance of excuse my errour guild Or lend a marble glose to muddy walles O no their fault had show of some pretence No veyle can hide the shame of my offence The blaze of beauties beames allur'd their lookes Their lookes by seeing oft conceiued loue Loue by affecting swallowed pleasures hookes Thus beautie loue and pleasure them did mooue These Syrens sugred tunes rockt them a sleepe Enough to damne yet not to damne so deepe But gratious features dazeled not mine eies Two homely droyles were authors of my death Not loue but feare my sences did surprize Not feare of force but feare of womans breath And those vnarm'd ill grac'd despisd vnknowne So base a blast my truth hath ouer-throwne O women woe to men traps for their fals Still actors in all tragicall mischances Earthes necessarie euils captiuing thralls Now murdring with your tongs now with your glances Parents of life and loue spoylers of both The theeues of harts false do you loue or loth In time ô Lord thine eyes with mine did meete In them I reade the ruines of my fall Their chearing raies that made misfortune sweete Into my guiltie thoughts pourd floods of gall Their heauenly lookes that blest where they beheld Darts of disdaine and angrie checks did yeeld O sacred eyes the springs of liuing light The earthly heauens where Angels ioy to dwell How could you deigne to view my deathfull plight Or let your heauenly beames looke on my hell But those vnspotted eyes encountred mine As spotlesse Sunne doth on the dounghill shine Sweet volumes stoard with learning fit for Saints VVhere blisfull quires imparadize their minds VVherein eternall studie neuer faints Still finding all yet seeking all it finds How endlesse is your laborinth of blisse VVhere to be lost the sweetest finding is Ah wretch how oft haue I sweet lessons read In those deare eyes the registers of truth How oft haue I my hungrie wishes fed And in their happie ioyes redress'd my ruth Ah that they now are Heralds of disdaine That erst were euer pittiers of my paine You flames diuine that sparkle out your heats And kindle pleasing fires in mortall hearts You nectar'd Aumbryes of soule feeding meates You gracefull quiuers of loues deerest darts You did vouchsafe to warme to wound to feast My cold my stony my now famishd brest The matchles eyes match'd onely each by other VVere pleasd on my ill matched eyes to glaunce The eye of liquid pearle the purest mother Broch'd teares in mine to weepe for my mischance The cabinets of grace vnlockt their treasure And did to my misdeed their mercies measure These blazing Comets lightning flames of loue Made me their warming influence to know My frozen hart theyr sacred force did proue VVhich at their lookes did yeeld like melting snow They did not ioyes in former plentie carue Yet sweet are crums where pined thoughts do starue O liuing mirrours seeing whom you shew which equall shadows worths with shadowed things Yea make things nobler then in natiue hew By being shap'd in those life-gyuing springs Much more my image in those eyes was grac'd Then in my selfe whom sinne and shame defac'd All-seeing eyes more worth then all you see Of which one is the others onely price I worthlesse am direct your beames on mee VVith quickning vertue cure my killing vice By seeing things you make things worth the sight You seeing salue and beeing seene delight O Pooles of Hesebon the bathes of grace VVhere happy spirits diue in sweet desires VVhere Saints reioyce to glasse theyr glorious face VVhose banks make Eccho to the Angels quires An Eccho sweeter in the sole rebound Then Angels musick in the fullest sound O eyes whose glaunces are a silent speech In ciphred words high misteries disclosing VVhich with a looke all Sciences can
stile This brought him from the rankes of heau'nly quires Into this vale of teares and cursed soyle From flowers of grace into a world of bryers From life to death from blisse to balefull toyle This made him wander in our Pilgrim weede And tast our torments to relieue our neede O soule do not thy noble thoughtes abase To lose thy loues in any mortall wight Content thine eye at home with natiue grace Sith God him selfe is rauisht with thy sight If on thy beautie God enamored bee Base is thy loue of any lesse then hee Giue not assent to muddy minded skill That deemes the feature of a pleasing face To be the sweetest baite to lure the will Not valewing right the worth of ghostly grace Let Gods and Angels censure winne beliefe That of all beauties iudge our soules the chiefe Queene Hester was of rare and pearlesse hew And Iudeth once for beautie bare the vaunt But he that could our soules endowments vew Would soone to soules the Crowne of beauty graunt O soule out of thy selfe seeke God alone Grace more then thine but Gods the world hath none Lewd Loue is Losse MIsdeeming eye that stoupest to the lure Of mortall worthes not worth so worthy loue All beauties base all graces are impure That do thy erring thoughts from God remoue Sparkes to the fire the beames yeelde to the sunne All grace to God from whom all graces runne If picture moue more should the patterne please No shaddow can with shaddowed things compare And fayrest shapes whereon our loues do seaze But seely signes of Gods high beauties are Goe steruing sence feede thou on earthly mast True loue in Heau'n seeke thou thy sweet repast Gleane not in barren soyle these offall eares Sith reap thou maiest whole haruests of delight Base ioyes with griefes bad hopes do end in feares Lewd loue with losse euill peace with deadly fight Gods loue alone doth end with endlesse ease VVhose ioyes in hope whose hope concludes in peace Let not the luring traine of fansies trap Or gracious features proofes of natures skill Lull reasons force a sleepe in errors lap Or draw thy wit to bent of wanton will The fayrest flowers haue not the sweetest smell A seeming heauen proues oft a damning hell Selfe-pleasing soules that play with beauties bayte In shyning shroud may swallow fatall hooke VVhere eager sight or semblant faire doth waite A locke it proues that first was but a looke The fish with ease into the Net doth glide But to get out the way is not so wide So long the flie doth dallie with the flame Vntill his singed wings doe force his fall So long the eye doth follow fancies game Till loue hath left the hart in heauie thrall Soone may the minde be cast in Cupids Iayle But hard it is imprisoned thoughts to bayle O loath that loue whose finall ayme is lust Moth of the mind eclypse of reasons light The graue of grace the mole of natures rust The wrack of wit the wrong of euery right In summe an euill whose harmes no tongue can tell In which to liue is death to dye is hell Loues Garden griefe VAine loues auaunt infamous is your pleasure Your ioy deceit Your iewels iests worthlesse trash your treasure Fooles common bait Your pallace is a prison that allureth To sweet mishap and rest that paine procureth Your garden griefe hedg'd in with thornes of enuie And stakes of strife Your Allyes errour graueled with iealousie And cares of life Your bankes are seates enwrapt with shades of sadnes Your Arbours breed rough fittes of raging madnes Your beds are sowne with seedes of all iniquitie And poys'ning weedes VVhose stalks euill thoughts whose leaues words full of vanitie VVhose fruite misdeedes VVhose sap is sinne whose force and operation To banish grace and worke the soules damnation Your trees are dismall plants of pyning corrosiues VVhose roote is ruth VVhose barke is bale whose timber stubborne fantasies VVhose pyth vntruth On which in liew of birdes whose voyce delighteth Of guiltie conscience screching note affrighteth Your coolest summer gales are scalding sighings Your showers are teares Your sweetest smell the stench of sinfull liuing Your fauoures feares Your gardener sathan all you reape is miserie Your gaine remorse and losse of all felicitie From Fortunes reach LEt fickle fortune runne her blindest rase I setled haue an vnremoued mind I scorne to be the game of fansies chase Or vane to shew the chaunge of euery wind Light giddy humors stinted to no rest Still chaunge their choyce yet neuer chose the best My choyse was guided by fore-sightfull heede It was auerred with approuing will It shal be followed with performing deede And seal'd with vow till death the chooser kill Yea death though finall date of vaine desires Endes not my choyse which with no time expires To beauties fading blisse I am no thrall I bury not my thoughts in mettall Mynes I aime not at such fame as feareth fall I seeke and find a light that euer shynes VVhose glorious beames display such heauenly sights As yeeld my soule a summe of all delights My light to loue my loue to lyfe doth guyde To life that liues by loue and loueth light By loue to one to whom all loues are tyde By dewest debt and neuer equall right Eyes light harts loue soules truest life he is Consorting in three ioyes one perfect blisse FINIS Ma Mat Ioh. Ma◠Lu◠16 Ioh 6. 4. 17. Exod◠2. R◠3. R◠Iud◠Ca 〈…〉 2. Reg. Can. 5. 12. Exod. 1 verse 6 Psal. 6 Tob 〈…〉 3 7 Gene 〈…〉 Gene 〈…〉 2 Re 〈…〉 〈…〉 2. 11. 17. 〈…〉 8.
Ah not my sonne my soule it is that dyes It dyes for drought yet had a spring in sight VVorthy to dye that would not liue and might Faire Absolons foule faults compard with mine Are brightest sands to mud of Sodome lakes High aymes yong spirits birth of royall line Made him play false where kingdomes were the stakes He gazd on golden hopes whose lustre winnes Sometime the grauest wittes to grieuous sinnes But I whose crime cuts off the least excuse A kingdome lost but hop'd no mite of gaine My highest marke was but the worthlesse vse Of some few lingring howres of longer paine Vngratefull child his parent he pursude I Gyants warre with God himselfe renude Ioy infant Saints whom in the tender flower A happy storme did free from feare of sinne Long is their life that die in blisfull hower Ioyfull such ends as endles ioyes begin Too long they liue that lyue till they be nought Life sau'd by sinne base purchase deerely bought This lot was mine your fate was not so fearce VVhom spotlesse death in cradle rockt a sleepe Sweet Roses mixt with Lillies strow'd your hearce Death virgin white in martirs red did steepe Your downy heads both pearles and rubies crownd My hoary locks did femall feares confound You bleating Ewes that waile thys vvoluish spoyle Of sucking Lambes new bought with bitter throwes To balme your babes your eyes distill theyr oyle Each hart to tombe her child wide rupture showes Rue not theyr death whom death did but reuiue Yeeld ruth to me that liu'd to die aliue VVith easie losse sharpe wreacks dyd he eschew That Sindonles aside did naked slyp Once naked grace no outward garment knew Rich are his robes whom sinne did neuer stryp I that in vaunts displaid prides fayrest flags Disrob'd of grace am wrapt in Adams rags VVhen traytor to the Sonne in Mothers eyes I shall present my humble sute for grace VVhat blush can paint the shame that will arise Or write my inward feeling in my face Might she the sorrow with the sinner see Though I dispisde my griefe might pittyed bee But ah how can her eares my speech endure Or sent my breath still reeking hellish steeme Can Mother like what did the Sonne abiure Or hart deflowr'd a virgins loue redeeme The Mother nothing loues that Sonne doth loath Ah lothsome wretch detested of them both O sister Nymphes the sweet renowned payre That blesse Bethania bounds with your aboade Shall I infect that sanctified ayre Or staine those steps where Iesus breath'd and trode No let your prayers perfume that sweetned place Turne me with Tygers to the wildest chase Could I reuiued Lazarus behold The thyrd of that sweet Trinitie of Saints VVould not astonisht dread my sences hold Ah yes my hart euen with his naming faints I seeme to see a messenger from hell That my prepared torments comes to tell O Iohn ô Iames we made a triple corde Of three most louing and best loued friends My rotten twist was broken with a word Fit now to fuel fire among the fiends It is not euer true though often spoken That triple twisted corde is hardly broken The dispossessed deuils that out I threw In Iesus name now impiously forsworne Triumph to see mee caged in theyr mew Trampling my ruines with contempt and scorne My periuries were musick to their daunce And now they heape disdaines on my mischaunce Our rock say they is riuen ô welcome hower Our Eagles wings are clypt that wrought so hie Our thundering Cloude made noise but cast no shower He prostrate lyes that would haue scal'd the sky In womans tongue our runner found a rub Our Cedar now is shrunke into a shrub These scornefull wordes vpbraid my inward thought Proofes of their damned prompters neighbour voice Such vgly guests still wait vpon the nought Fiends swarm to soules that swarue from vertues choise For breach of plighted truth this true I trie Ah that my deede thus gaue my word the lie Once and but once too deere a once to twice it A heauen in earth Saints nere my selfe I saw Sweet was the sight but sweeter loues did spice it But sightes and loues did my misdeed with-draw From heauen and Saints to hell and diuels estrang'd Those sights to frights those loues to hates are chang'd Christ as my God was tempted in my thought As man he lent mine eyes their dearest light But sinne his temple hath to ruine brought And now he lightneth terrour from his sight Now of my lay vnconsecrate desires Prophaned wretch I tast the earned hires Ah sinne the nothing that doth all things file Out-cast from heauen earths curse the cause of hell Parent of death author of our exile The wrecke of soules the wares that fiends do sell. That men to monsters Angels turnes to diuels VVrong of all rights selfe ruine root of euils A thing most done yet more then God can doe Dayly new done yet euer done amisse Friended of all yet vnto all a foe Seeming a heauen yet banishing from blisse Serued with toyle yet paying nought but paines Mans deepest losse though false esteemed gaine Shot without noyse wound without present smart First seeming light prouing in fyne a lode Entring with ease not easily wonne to part Far in effects from that the showes abode Endorc'd with hope subscribed with dispaire Vgly in death though life did faine it faire O forfeiture of heauen eternall debt A moments ioy ending in endlesse fires Our natures scumme the worlds entangling Net Night of our thoughts death of all good desires VVorse then all this worse then all tongues can say VVhich man could owe but onely God defray This fawning viper dumme till he had wounded VVith many mouthes doth now vpbraid my harmes My sight was vaild till I my selfe confounded Then did I see the dissinchanted charmes Then could I cut the anotomy of sinne And search with Linxes eyes what lay within Bewitching euill that hides death in deceits Still borrowing lying shapes to maske thy face Novv know I the deciphring of thy sleights A cunning deerely bought with losse of grace Thy sugred poyson now hath wrought so well That thou hast made me to my selfe a hell My eye reades mournfull lessons to my hart My hart doth to my thought the griefes expound My thought the same doth to my tongue impart My tongue the message in the eares doth sound My eares back to my hart theyr sorrowes send Thus circkling griefes runne round without an end My guilty eye still seemes to see my sinne All things Charecters are to spell my fall VVhat eye doth reade without hart rues within VVhat hart doth rue to pensiue thought is gall VVhich when the thought would by the tongue disgest The eare conuayes it backe into the brest Thus gripes in all my parts do neuer fayle VVhose onely league is now in bartring paines VVhat I in grosse they traffique by retayle Making each others miseries theyr gaines All bound for euer prentizes to care VVhile I in
age how Christ his childhood spent All earthly pennes vnworthy were to write Such acts to mortall eyes he did present VVhose worth not men but Angels must recite No natures blots no childish faults defilde VVhere grace was guide and God did play the childe In springing locks lay couched hoarie wit In semblance young a graue and auncient port In lowly lookes high Maiestie did sit In tender tongue sound sence of sagest sort Nature imparted all that shee could teach And God supplied where nature could not reach His mirth of modest meane a mirrour was His sadnesse tempered with a milde aspect His eye to try each action was a glas VVhose lookes did good approue and bad correct His natures gifts his grace his word and deede VVell shewed that all did from a God proceede A child my choyse LEt folly praise that fancie loues I praise and loue that child Whose hart no thought whose tong no word whose hand no deed defild I praise him most I loue him best all praise and loue is his While him I loue in him I liue and cannot liue amisse Loues sweetest mark lawdes highest theme mans most desired light To loue him life to leaue him death to liue in him delight He mine by gift I his by debt thus each to others due First friend he was best friend he is all times will try him true Though young yet wise though smal yet strong though man yet God he is As wise he knowes as strong he can as God he loues to blisse His knowledge rules his strength defends his loue doth cherish all His birth our ioye his life our light his death our end of thrall Alas he weepes he sighes he pants yet doo his Angels sing Out of his teares his sighes and throbs doth buda ioyfull spring Almightie babe whose tender armes can force all foes to flie Correct my faults protect my life direct me when I die Content and rich IDwell in graces court Enrich'd with vertues rights Faith guides my wit loue leades my will Hope all my mind delights In lowly vales I mount To pleasures highest pich My seely shrowd true honor brings My poore estate is rich My conscience is my crowne Contented thoughts my rest My hart is happie in it selfe My blisse is in my brest Enough I reckon welth A meane the surest lot That lies too high for base contempt Too low for enuies shot My wishes are but few All easie to fulfill I make the limites of my power The bondes vnto my will I haue no hopes but one VVhich is of heauenly raigne Effects attaind or not desir'd All lower hopes resraine I feele no care of coyne VVeldoing is my welth My minde to me an empire is VVhile grace affordeth health I clyp high-clyming thoughts The wings of swelling pride Their fall is worst that from the hight Of greatest honour slide Sith sayles of largest size The storme doth soonest teare I beare so low and small a sayle As freeth me from feare I wrastle not with rage VVhile furies flame doth burne It is in vaine to stop the streame Vntill the tide doth turne But when the flame is out and ebbing wrath doth end I turne a late enraged foe Into a quiet friend And taught with often proofe A tempered calme I finde To be most solace to it selfe Best cure for angrie minde Spare diet is my fare My clothes more fit then fine I know I feede and cloth a foe That pamp'red would repine I enuie not their happe VVhom fauour doth aduance I take no pleasure in their paine That haue lesse happie chance To rise by others fall I deeme a loosing gaine All states with others ruines built To ruine runne a-maine No change of fortunes calmes Can cast my comforts downe VVhen fortune smiles I smile to thinke How quickly shee will frowne And when in froward moode She proues an angrie foe Small gaine I found to let her come Lesse losse to let her goe Losse in delayes SHun delayes they breed remorse Take thy time while time doth serue thee Creeping Snayles haue weakest force Flie theyr fault least thou repent thee Good is best when soonest wrought Lingring labours come to nought Hoise vp saile while gale doth last Tide and wind stay no mans pleasure Seeke not time when time is past Sober speede is wisedomes leysure After wits are dearely bought Let thy fore-wit guide thy thought Time weares all his lockes before Take thou hold vpon his fore-head VVhen he flies he turnes no more And behind his scalpe is naked VVorkes aiournd haue many stayes Long demurres breede new delayes Seeke thy salue while sore is greene Festred wounds aske deeper launcing After cures are seldome seene Often sought scarce euer chauncing Time and place giue best aduise Out of season out of prise Crush the Serpent in the head Breake ill egges ere they be hatched Kill bad Chickins in the tread Fligge they hardly can be catched In the rysing stifle ill Least it grow against thy will Drops doe pierce the stubborne flint Not by force but often falling Custome kils with feeble dint More by vse then strength preuailing Single sands haue little waight Many make a drowning fraight Tender twigs are bent with ease Aged trees doe breake with bending Young desires make little prease Growth doth make them past amending Happy man that soone doth knock Bable babes against the rocke Loues seruile Lot LOue mistris is of many minds Yet few know whom they serue They reckon least how little loue Theyr seruice doth deserue The will shee robbeth from the wit The sence from reasons lore Shee is delightfull in the rine Corrupted in the core Shee shroudeth vice in vertues vaile Pretending good in ill Shee offereth ioy affoordeth griefe A kisse where shee doth kill A honny shower raines from her lyps Sweet lights shine in her face Shee hath the blush of virgine mind The minde of Vipers race She makes thee seek yet feare to find To find but not enioy In many frownes some gliding smiles Shee yeelds to more anoy She wooes thee to come neere her fire Yet doth shee draw it from thee Farre off she makes thy hart to frie And yet to freeze within thee Shee letteth fall some luring baits For fooles to gather vp Too sweet too sowre to euery tast Shee tempereth her cup. Soft soules she bindes in tender twist Small Flyes in spinners webbe Shee sets a floote some luring streames But makes them soone to ebbe Her watrie eyes haue burning force Her floods and flames conspire Teares kindle sparkes sobbes fuell are And sighes doe blow her fire May neuer was the Month 〈…〉 oue For May is full of flowers But rather Aprill wet by kind For loue is full of showers Like tyrant cruell wounds she giues Like Surgeon salue shee lends But salue and sore haue equall force For death is both their ends VVith soothing wordes inthralled soules Shee chaines in seruile bands Her eye in silence hath a speach VVhich eye best vnderstands Her