bryng Before the time no tract of time The same awaye can wringe Riches The seruant swift of vice is welthe All powers with headye swaye To mischiues auckward do decline And leades to losse awaye Frendeshyp A trustie frinde is treasure best In honoure and distrese No person lewde for any cause In frendshippe do possesse Care The carefull breast deuoures the bones A mery pleasaunt mynde Doth kepe the body fat and fayer Conserued in his kynde Temperance in aboundance Aboundance can not shunne excesse The meane it can not kepe For fyer inflamd and full in course A way doth swiftly swepe VVyne The mynde and wyt is feabled sore By to much beluyng wyne For fyer the more that it is fedde More fully it doth shyne Feare of iudgement He that of iudgment stands in awe His wrath doth better tame For those that iudge of wrath it selfe In wrathe will iudge the same Affliction to affliction Hard case it is to adde more ill To him whom ills oppresse Yet one ille oft by profe we trye An other doth redresse Lastinge glorie Eternall glory lastynge fame To conquere let vs cast For that which heare we scrambling k Ore casteth as a blaste Anger an il counsailer That counsaile practise not wher to Thy wrath doth the inthrall For that which wrathe doth counsaile the No counsaile is at all Ill vvomen The dragon hath his noysome ill The Adder hath his smarte The Adders smart the Dragons ill Doth dwell in womans harte Marke the ende The skulles of dead the heades of quicke Apparant bald and bare Do proue that that will vs forsake For which we carcke and care Suche father suche child A yonge crabbe if he crepe awrye With foule vntoward pace Did not the Breader so likwise What iudge you in this case Like of like When Nature shall reuelt from kynde And bridle glad hir moade Then shall the scholmaister that 's badde Bring forth his scholers good Beauty and Pittie With diuerse godly ornamentes Thy corps and mynd imbroyde Dispise not thou the fatherles Nor let them be distroide Gods blessyng If God do lardgly giue increase ▪ No enuy can preuaile If god withdrawe his rich increase No trauaile can auaile Order and povver Set more by order then by power For order that aright Uphouldeth power hath in it selfe A greater power and might Dreading and melling They that in other matters mell And others chaunces dreade In dreadinge daungers not ther owne Their proper dread do speade The lavve of like Why dost thou viper payne abhorre In bringing forth thy yonge Assay what throwes had once the wombe Wherof thy selfe art spronge The stout are gloriouse None euer yet in any world Renowmed was for feare For conquests stout and bargings stoute Do strike vp glory cleare Dreames The want of sleape ingenders dreames Then slepe that can not spie A thinge it self in vision sées A broken fantasie Handling of rebelles Force only rebells can perswade Force rebells doth restrayne Force can subdue and rule prescribe To hugie Giaunts mayne The people a beast of many heads The headles people bearyng swaye Some skilles prince doth rayne The people is of all good thinges Confusion platt and plaine An ydle worke An Idle worke to be a worke Who could or can deuise Which eche wiseman by better right As foolishe will despise Gould a Rethorician If gould come once to speake in place Mans Rethorique pleadeth mumme For gould can pithily perswade Thoughe it in speache be dumme VVorldly peace Heare they may liue at their harts ease And take a worldly rest Which dote vpon the wicked world And like hir chaffer best Frinde and fooe A frind by all possible meanes His frind will gladly pleasure The fooe is he that hurts his fooe Without iust cause and measure Light shipping Swyme balauncd lightly in the sea Not ouer full of freight Lest thou an ouerloden barcke Do sinke or brast for weighte Musing of death Remember euer death at hande Thinke still vppon thy graue So thou of death when she shall strike The lesse of dread shalt haue The mynd a Temple Reare vp to God within thy mynde A Temple builded well So God the Lord of Heauen and earth At home with the will dwell Knowe thy selfe Knowe well thy selfe and what thou art And howe thou first beganne So shalt thou knowe the ofspringe fyrst And brittle state of man The steadfast mynde The dayes turmoyle vs swift in vayne From lyght to nouell lyght The man of God theternall lighte Hath placed in his sight Vanyties On thinges whiche swiftly come and gooe If thou thy trust repose So mayst thou trust the bubbes of fluddes Which swiftly comes and gooes Deades and woordes Like errour count it to offende In liuing and in talke When once thy tounge hath troade awrye Thy life awry will walke Hooly orders reliques It s wickednesse that wicked men Should hooly orders take Of reliques and relligiouse bones The worshippe formde forsake The path of vertue Tread out the tract of lyfe well leade Sincke not but stande vp still If thou woulds stande stande not within Their threshoulds who be ill Of sevnge The stepps of the deuill He seeth not who séeth not that That sinne bread smart in space We knowe the deuill not by his face But note him by hys trace ▪ The sicke man feleth not The pacient sicke his daunger deape If that he will not tell Him vrgent force of present death From life will sone expell VVordes and vvorkes Let wordes be thyne and workes be mine The cursed lyuer vyle Standes neade of praising blasing words And pledars pleasaunt guyle Idlenes Slouth breadeth lust and therfore thou Haue euer what to doe Lest that thy light vnconstant mynde Doe wauer to and fro Treasure standing Be ryche in God those riches vayne Whiche in this world we finde Are very like the cobwebbes which The spiders weake haue twinde Vertue passing This world hath naught that worthy is Why longer we should lyue Except those graces we respect Whiche vertue sole doth giue Faith Let vs kepe close our faith in hart Nor vauntingly it sell The one is easy washd away The other long doth dwell The meane Be not to iust be not to wyse Extreames of all thinges flye Shunne both extreames and that persue Which twixt the twayne doth lye Bouldnesse vvith discretion Except thou rule thy stomacke ferce It neuer wil be stoute The discret wyse most worthy things Most bouldly bring aboute Lavve and Lavvyer The lawes of God peruse in brest So shalt thou be in fee Retainde of him whose lawes and sawes Of heauenly vertue bee Please and displease Be good thy selfe and whom thou oughst Those franckly doe contempne And for to please the godles crue As shamefull that condemne VVary in praysing Thy selfe well lyvde the wicked sort Thou canst not well commende For all wyl thinke that thyne owne life To path vncleane wyll bende Duresse trieth Aduersitie doth trie the good As golde is tride by flames The well disposed persons hurtes Doe neuer turne to shame Denying of Father He that his father doth deny Denieth not him alone For by the father God did worke As causes ioynde in one A good name a good possession Mothes eate vp all thy goodes with thee In tumbe shall not be cladde At death thyne only honour is A good name to haue had Spare straungers and the dead Spare straūgers much but more thē spare Whiche hence are gone away And left behinde them what they had Them selfes inclosde in clay An other life In Gods name leaue and quite forsake The worlde and worldly vayles And vp to skyes with course direct And courage speade thy sayles The Trinitie the fountaine The ishue of all honest actes From God must haue their course The thrise and most blest trinitie Of goodnesse well and source Mans life This course of guilfull life Whiche flitteth forth of hande A toppe is litle suer And litle like to stande It rouleth vp side downe It runnes without redresse When moste it semes to staye It so muche stayes the lesse We holde it but in flight It fadeth when it bides It skipping sone is paste Yeat hard at last it slides It drawes and eke redrawes With it a stackring state We may discriue it thus Which realeth in this rate This raging reastles life So chaunging eury hower A dreame a smother light Of grasse a fleting flower A christian life Eche Christian man becomes Teares watching toyll ▪ and payne And rage of strong affectes In glouing hart do strayne His belly to imbarre To Christe him to inthrall To mynde the latter daie And trembling quake withall FINIS
speacheles deede doth passe a deedeles worde Without good deedes fewe haue ben caught vp hie But those whiche finest phrase could not aforde Doe naithelesse alday skale vp to the skie Not of the babling speaker god hath neade But of the soule that workes his will in deade An acceptable offring vnto God Most welcome gift to God is manners pure Though thou to him couldst all the world present The gift is not so good thy selfe assure Before all giftes good life doth him content Geue him thy harte as doe the meake that quake Thy coyne an horishe bribe God wyl not take Make no vowe to God Make thou no vowe not in the smalest thing Thou guyles thy selfe to crake that that is thyne Which was gods owne before thou diddes it bring That from indebted vs we should decline May warne vs well in this our mortall life The death of Ananias and his wyfe Mans life a market Beleue this life to be a very marte Great gaine there is if thou wilt plie a whyle Eternall thinges for vayne thou maist by arte Exchaunge and dearest ware for chaffer vile But if thou slougge and loiter liuing here No other tyme hereafter wyl appeare The race of Christian life Farre must we runne in this our drery race But more shal be our guardon great in tyme Take hede thou hast not so the whole timbrace That of the whole thou mis with note of cryme The deuill that would vs all from ioye exempt â–ª On both handes thus doth vse the good to tempte Nor presume nor dispaire Truste not to muche ne yet to much dispayre The one doth make vs dissolutely to bolde That other leades to euerlasting care Correcte the last and firme the former holde Arighte and freely fare vpon thy waye Not enuie pale not malice neade thee staie Kepe on thy course in vertue Proceade in thinges with good aduise begonne To moue at first makes not a good mans state But still to moue vntill the thing be done For we doe counte him curste and worthy hate Not who a litil downwarde slippes awry But he that falles exalted once on hie All occasion of euill is to be shunned A prety sparke doth rayse a mightie flame A Uipers seade doth pestilently kyll Instructed well and warned by this same Eschewe the smalest blot of any ill For being soylde with blemishe very small It draweth daungers manifolde with all Knowe thy selfe Good deedes better then golde Thine owne affaires looke rather thou applie Then to thy neighbours busily attende Thy neighbour he may some thing get thereby The other would thine owne estate amende Good deedes are better muche then fee or golde The one decaye the other stande and holde Study godlines Charme thy tongue To sacred reade thy mynde deuout dispose And to the rules deuine of blessed life Thy tatling tongue let it not glide or glose In bablarie or blablarie too rife Whiche if at randome thou permit to walke I warrant thee no wynner by thy talke Temptation by thy eies Our sight would gladly carie vs away But by resisting tho it is represt We are not booteys for syr Cupides pay No idole myndes to him we haue Idrest The baite was faire disguist but we are gonne Of Satans snares this certainly was one â–ª Temptation by the eares Gainst wanton talke thyne eares with waxe doe shitte And against all sonneites delicate and softe But what so for an honest man is fitte That thou respectiuly must very ofte Both marke with diligent and hedie care And in thy saws and deedes the same declare Temptation by the other senses To odours womannishe and fragrant smell Thy selfe to tender touchinges doe not yealde If these doe maister thee what wilt thou well Deserue with hande in battayle champion fielde The man hath his peculiar proper prayse The woman hirs by other diffring wayes Be not to liberal to thy belly Still geue me geue me crithe the gredy paunche And haue thou shalt if well thou canst it saue But if in dunge it passeth by the haunche Eftsones what bootes it thee so much to haue If thou dost kepe it long to make it more Of dunge thou dost but treasure greater store Laughter must be laughed at Uaine laughter would be laughed at againe And wanton laughter wyttely controlde Immodest laughter oft insueth payne To laughe whyles down thy chekes the teares at rolde And better is a sadde and pewly face Then that which smileth smugge with smirking grace Fauour and deformitie True beautie doth adorne a godly mynde And is to it a furniture no doubte No furniture which tyme can chaunge from kynde Nor such as crafte of hande can braue set out The mynde not practisde doth deformed lye As spieth he which hath an inwarde eye Contempte of vanities Pensiuenesse pleasure shame and penurie Ryches honoure authoritie of throne Fearcenesse and feare let them both flitte and flye Without regarde to where they would begonne Such thinges so tickle fickle vile and vayne Doe nothing moue a suerly setled brayne The highnesse and humblenesse of good vvorkes Be hie not in thyne owne conceite at all For that with sodayne swaye wyll cast the downe If els thou buylst to hie loke for a fall Be hie in vpright lyfe that wyl thee crowne The more that thou exalted art on hie The lesse stande thou on thy maioritie Against vayne glorie and dissimulation Nor thou eche prayse nor too much prayse persue Its wurst to be accompted then to bee Flie praise which sprynges by gaie fonde facions newe In case thou knowest not measure in degree An Ape is he not still a very Ape Though all men iudge he hath a Lions shape Take not pryde in prayse Prayse not rashly If others praysing vardit make thee proude Thou shalt be thought a prayser for to want And rynging out an others prayses loude His manners hauing yet seruaid skant If his demenour be perceyued ill Thy credit that will quyte destroy and spyll Pleasure not in deriding an other It s better much to beare a scoffe or scorne Then thee thy selfe to skorne and scoffe If that vncyuilly thou byst not torne Thy vantage is with bourde to beare it of So shall this mery mockyng kynde of glee Unto the mocker moste vnpleasaunt bee Triumphe ouer no man Eere that thou commes to port boast not thy gayle For many men vpon the very shore Haue wrecke their shippe and sunke adown their sayle And many midst thicke wrastling waues Ibore Haue safe aryvde vpon the sedicke coast To laughe at no mans chaunce is wysdome most Better clere conscience in aduersitie then feare of iudgement in vvelth So that thou lyvst in righteous manner here Though vndersoote and subiect vnto throws Prostrat to God in prayre and conscience clere If that thou byst and him sincerely knowes It s better then berest of grace to smart Though all the worlde were framed to thy harte Almesse measure Whatsoeuer goodes thou hast the same disburse That thou the lorde of life
much and liuelonge toile These our dysloyall lymmes We ought to tame and put to foyle Art thou an honest man Thy selfe to passe contende thou still Unhonest art thou yet Content therfore to be lesse ill But Hypocrites do rayne Those after god will cutt awaye And for ther glosinge life With payne he will them sharply pay The strouted streched fleshe And heauy belly agrauate Will scarcely get to heauen So strayt and narrowe is the gate The felicitie of a Christian is Christ. LEt others gape for gould And followe banquet huffinge cheare Which in short life is short So gliding sliding outworne gear For pastures and for paks For grownd and grayne let others prodd And let them eke commaunde Their Satten suytes and silkes at nodde Let me haue only Christ Whom I in soule may perfitt se What seuer elles their is I pray the take it world to the. The life miserable and synne vnquyet WHy sends thou me o Christ Within this fleshe my soule to tyre Into this gastfull life And dongeon drent in deadly myre If that man be a god As in some points he is they saye Then god I am thy lote And sole on the my life doth staye My knees haue lost their strength Unpuysant are my members all Mée age and great disease And carcke and heauy frinds make fall Yet sinne doth not abate But me it fast pursues apase As when to eat theyr fleshe The dogge the Hare or hart doth chase Or gentle stay this gréefe Or me a man forworne sustayne From warfare me vnwinde And sone acquyt from present payne Let darknesse good induce Forgetfulnesse vnto my brayne The vanitie of this lyef A passage vnto God WHy bore my Mother me Why bore she me into this wooe Into this thorny daye Alas the day why did she so If that she felt no care Nor euer in hir fleshe felt fraye An happie one was she Begotten in a lucky daye But if hir stormes were stearne If many tymes and soore she fought Against hir will it was I thinke that me to world she brought All men haue now their trades And sundry liues they thick pursue He shreds the earth with share And he with shipp the waters blue He hunteth and he haukes And he in cheualry delights He learns the muses art And vaunting verses fresh indites And he by plays and prancks By seafold scornes by termes and trickes Aduances him for price And fast the fées of men he lickes But Christ is my rewarde My fée is longe corosyue care And soiorning disease That maks my carkasse lancke and spare Care cruche me for a tyme Me cruche and crouse nor on me rue In tyme I shal be well And bidd all care and carke adue The knovvlege of the Trynitie is blesfulnesse WHy bore my mother me That god I can not fully knowe Nor eauen so as I would His prayse I can not full out blowe The brightsome leamynge light Of Godhead daseleth quyte my brest Thee smalest parte therof Not fully in my skil doeth reast The light conuayes it selfe I morne nor can it perfit fele No more then leuen I knowe Which downe from heauen doth headlong réele But if aboue o Lord I face to face shall loke on the I will not blame my dame O happie then and well is me O sonne of god me saue And take me from this bitter myre And make me happie with Of latter life the happy hire Wher I shall se the plaine And seing plaine tryumphe aloude And not in parcill wise Thus still suruay the in a cloud A prayer for quiet death KInge Christ the light of men And pilloure bright of Gregory To me that stragling straye And wilsom wander farre and nye Staye tyrante Pharao Do by his hand o Christ I praye Staye those exactinge deuills Whiche on vs tasks so felly laye And from this Egipt yoake And from this mud that doth vs soyle Kidd vs and from this plague So full of death and trudginge toile Geue vs a passage good And quyet saffe addresse our waye If that our fooe arise And giue assault to make vs staie Then to vs fearefull folke In hast the read sea swift deuide That on the sands dryshodde Twixt walles of waues we glade may glyde Forth to the holy lande And cuntry coasts that longe shall duer Which thou Christ gauste to vs To haue and houlde saffe standyng suer That true maye be thy worde Wherin we only put our trust Then which nothing we thinke To be more stable and more iust The straungers fountaynes swéete And brokes of pleasance them imbarre Put by their threatning braggs And dolefull warre set from them farre So when the sacred soile We shal inioy reposd at ease With carrouls goodly swete We euer will the praise and pléese Finall repentaunce All is vanitie MY ende of life is come A shipman I the mayne hath past For me doth now remayne ▪ Due for my sinnes a bitter blast The vggly shade of hell Fercefyers darksome profound night Now all my crymes must come And be detected bare in light But in this latest acte Rue on me Christ and stand me nye And now my neadfull wante O Sauiour deare do thou supplye I suffer in my soule And troblouse feares do me agrize That anger thine on me Should fall in wrekful woofull wise Fayne would I passe from paynes That so my hart consume and eate And carry hence with me My busy destnyes dreadfull great But dying vnto you Which after me suruiue behinde I do protest with faith And tell you truly as I finde Beleue me deare my frinds There is no profit of this lyfe The death ther of doth bring A lasting life deuoide of strife A repulse to the deuill A passage to heauen A Farewell to the worlde DEpart thou from my breast A waye thou subtile deuil and slye Depart thou from my lyfe And from my body by and by Thefe Serpent Bellyall Fyer Beast gaper Dragon death and vice Thou Frensy darknesse night That into guile dost all intyce Inchaunter full of spite That dost in murder pleasure much Our parents that vndost With sinne and death and pestlence such Go get the to the seas Christs so commaunds or to the rockes As did the legion once Take vp thy rome in swinishe flockes Forlorne be faringe hence The death of Christ will ells the paye That death in all my partes That death in all my hart doth staye Christs death before my fete The death of Christ is all my ioye Thou crafty wilt thou not Surceasse to worke me mor annoye Wilt thou not go aside Wilt thou not fling the headlong downe On Sodome set thine eys That now for sinne dispeopled towne To lewd blasphemouse flokes The Godhead great that proude dispise Begonne and do not vexe My hoary head in tempting wise With thy malignaunt thought Thou makst my mynde both blacke bloe Wilt nether thou for me Nor yet for God wilt thou hence gooe Gods will doth the discharge No