not haue respect Unto my Sinnes Which neuer linnes Nor holy Lorde thy vassaile to reiect Send libertie O Lorde when thou shalt please Unto me nowe a wretch all wrapt in wo And graunt Good Lorde vnto me now some ease Oh heare me Lord for now my griefe is so As it is thou must make it from me goe Or els my life will soone be laide in graue Which Dollour she woulde gladly so it haue Yet Lorde of helpe let helpe extend a pace And graunt relieâ—e To ease my griefe For Lorde I rest in lamentable case I wish my death a hundreth times a day With faithfull hearte O Lorde as thou dost know I wish I wish that I were laide in clay Then thrall should cease her seede in me to sowe The winde of care should not vpon me blow The galles of greefe should cease in their despight If clâ—ddy clay had gotten once her right And I should cease to make this my complainte Which greâ—ues me still And so it will Untill high Ioue giue iudgement of restraâ—ite Marke wellmy wo marke well my mourning teares Marke well O God my supplication here Which I preferre for riddance of my feares And turne my thrall vnto some ioyfull cheere Els I do wish for to be laide on beare Let not Dame thrall ein thraldome so me blinde But graunt O God that I reliefe may finde To ease me wretch which do make all this moâ—e In sollemne wise With plaintes to skyes In euery place where as I goe alone Wherefore Oh Kinge ease me when thou think'st good I yeelde my selfe into thy heauenly handes I wish it God for Christ thy Sonne his bloud Who suffred paine vs to redeeme from bandes So now good Lord ease me from thrall which standes Within my Corpes which breedeth my decay And hourely doth my â—â—sing minde affray Haue mercy Lord some pittie on me take And graunt redresse My thralles to lesse O Lord I pray for thy greate mercyes sake The conclusion wherein is included the Authors Name I pardon craue of sober modest mindes And sory am if that I dâ— offend My will is glad 〈◊〉 happily it findes Indifferencie where iudgment doth extend Such censure as affection will permit Yelding thereto if reason iudge and wit A willing hearte is glad to gratify Those whose desertes deserue full will the same In whom consistes as tryall doth it trye Such worthie workes as merits mickle fame Muse then no whitte at this my simple booke A forde good wordes as well as on it looke Disdaine it not although it want the file Esteeme it well hereafter you shall see More wâ—rldly workes I meane for to compile Experience may bring knowledge vnto me FINIS None good but God Aide the conductor to Youth Youth declareth the occation of his iorney Goodwill the procurer of his iorney Youth committes him selfe wholy vnto Aide The end of the sentence ClemeÌ„cy captaine of the Castell Praise finally preuaileâ— except proofe be present He was pinchâ— with priuate pangues being desolate vntill â—oue sent Aide to assist him Youthes thaÌ„kâ— vnto Ayde Good will is to be wayed though welthe doth want Aydes replie vnto Youth Youth Aide Ayde Youth 〈…〉 Resistance Porter to the Holde Youth Aide Youth Ayde Oratulation Captaine of the Houlde Youth Gratulation Dilligence seruant to Granâ—â—lation An Information giuen by Ayde vnto Youth Youth Ayde Youth Queene Dido truer then Aeneas An 〈◊〉 Morpheus God of the Dreamesâ— Small differeÌ„ce betwene pleasantnes ioyfulnesse Beawtie is brittle What will not 〈◊〉 Deâ—â—â—e attempt Morpheus departeth Those which more account of beautie theÌ„ haue respect to Chastitiâ— are often rewarded contrary to their expectation A base comparison A supposition Answere The 〈◊〉 cries it selfe needes no CoÌ„mendation A Parasites parte An old saying The foole will not leaue his Bable for the Tower of LoÌ„don If one shoulde throwe a stone at euery Curre 〈◊〉 barkes his Arme must needes be weary Let Iacke be a Iacke I pray you Good counsell would not be refused She was sister 〈◊〉 to my Lady Wentworth
I see yet seeme as though that I were blind I ioy likewise when as I might lament I frame my selfe to vse such play and sporte As others doe which to the place resorte Sighing is signe of sadnesse As myrth is shevve of gladnesse Verses vpon this Theame Silence breaketh many Friendeshippes Written vnto his friende G. P. IF Silence friendship breake then silent for to be Is euen the way to loose a friend as seemeth vnto me For when I call'd to minde how longe my pen did rest From writing to him which deserues as well as doth the best Then saide I to my selfe I am too silent I That to my friend of all this time nothing I doe discrie I doe consider thus he is of courteous kind Hee will haue no ill conceipt I hope within his minde for I must needes confesse I haue not idle Time So much as I had heeretofore to write each thing in rune I am inforced nowe to bend both wit and will For to discharge that is my charge and rest in fauour still The which God graunt I may for that is my Desire The onely sore I seeke to salue the right I doe require The more of it I muse the more I haue good cause To try which way and what to doe to ponder and to pause To print in priuate brest and secrets to conceale For why it is a folly vaine each actâ—on to reueale But whether doe I wend I run beyond my reach What doe I meane to write so much as though that I should teach O no I not so minde but this is my intent Some verses to my very friend my thinkes I must present And thus I you commend vnto the Lord of all Who readie is to heare and helpe those that on him doe call Verses written in a solitary suppose of a doubtfull Dumpe I Sadly sitting in a Dumpe deuysing what to write My Muse could not aforde me that which should yeelde me delight Because she saw I was dispos'd in solitarie sorte With matter voyd of pleasant glee to make a plaine reporte Of priuate passions which procure the inward wo and paine The secret causes of contempt the dolour and disdaine The lingring hope that faintly feâ—des the mindes of many wightes That passe their time in place where grow but few delightes And yet we see it happens so that in the mid'st of smart They finde some causes of conceipte which doe reioyce their heart And trust me true that is the way to mittigate the ill Which other wise might be the cause of wounding of their will To be disposed from delight is meane to moue or mone To constiue of each crosse conceipte is guyder vnto grene Wherefore to vse indifferently the causes of ill lucke Is meane to moue no inwarde hate vpon our thought to sucke We see by due examples shewed the chaunges of our time We see ther 's none so warely liues that alwayes voydeth cryme We see who most doth frame him selfe to sober sorte of life Is forced though against his will to try and tast of strife The most of all that we do finde as hinderers of good happe Are crooked causes which do come our state for to intrappe The daintie dayes of due delight whereon some trust repose Incertaine are nothing so sure as life and them to lose The featured face which florisheth in beawtie blasing braue Shall wrimpled be when hoary Age commaundes it vnto graue The golden hayre which glittereth and showes so by in hewe Shall lodged be in cloddes of clay and kept from worldly view The listening eares which do delight in tales reporting pleasures Shall become deafe and brought to ground when death doth find his leasure The truthlesse tongue which doth agree to flatter and to faine Shall feede the wormes as it hath fed a number with disdaine The pleasant nose which takes repast to smell each pleasant sent Shall lose the profit of the same and vnto death relent The fingers that can finely frame to strike the ioyfull Lute Shall cease from pleasure of the same when Death doth Life confute The feete which wonted were to goe and vnto mirth resorte Must be content to rest at home and leaue off former sporte The wanton wight which takes delight to cut it with his blade By tract of Time growes from that vse whem Age doth him inuade The Preacher he which feedes his flocke with ghostly counsell pure Must yeelde to death and be content his pangues for to endure The wise and worthiest wighte of all that euer liued here Must be content to yeelde to Death as plainely doth appeare Thus to conclude we may be bold each one of natures frame Shall taste of Death when mightie Ioue assigned hath the same Verses sent vnto his friend B. M. IN all thy deedes be circumspect Thy secretes not disclose But vnto such in whom thou dost a faithfull trust repose And if thou hast a faithfull friend be loth him to offend Accounte thou not of flattering friendes thy eares to such not bend Serue God with faithfull fixed faith and frame thy life so iust As that thy carnall motions do not moue thee vnto lust Conceaue and way well thine estate take not too much in hand Frame thy expences as thou mais liue free from others band In doing this with iust regarde thou shalt auoyd much blame And euery one that markes thy vse will praise thee for the same Verses written for one who espyinge his friends fauour and countenance to be altered from the former fashion to satisfie his request he wrote as followeth I See and dayly spy by open viewe too plaine That those which once estem'd of me begin me to disdaine And much I muse thereat but my ill lucke is cause I stand in doubt and dumpish dreed and somtime in a pause I sigh I sobbe I waile I knocke vpon my brest I tosse me here I tosse me there as one that takes no rest I looke like sillie soule with ruthfull running eye And cast my head oft times abacke good countenance to espy But Lord how coy it seemes and squaimish to the showe I neuer thought yâ— courteouse kind such malice once would owe. Oh Fortune fickle Dame in whom remains no trust Whose wauering chaunces are no stay to grouÌ„d vpoÌ„ for iust growes As thou procurest friendes so thou procurest foes As thou makes â—â—ch so thou makes poore eueÌ„ as thy pleasure As now to day to laugh to morrow for to weepe And those yâ— wake in pleasure sweet at length in dauÌ„ger sléepe Thus vpside down thou roulest yâ— whirâ—â—lig wheele of chauÌ„ce And I accompt them happilesse that most thou dost aduauÌ„ce As for my onely state I blame thee â—h of right For sure none the causer was but thou of this my spite Thou broughst my liking first and I was well esteemed And had a contenaunce voyd of hate â—â—lely I was déem'd To be in presâ—nce more then euer since I was But now a chaunce against
me vnhappely doth passe For why I dare not halfe so boldely no waspire I dare not once presume to warme me by the fire I dare not Parle nowe so bolde as I was wont For if I doe the aunswere comes both sharpe both tarte and blunt And head is hanged downe and eyes doe looke aside And faces of the other sorte are made as they woulde chide Wherfore you flattering flurt Dame fortune by your name A vengeance take thy truthles trade for thou didst cause the same But though in thy dispight yet will I vse my ioy And neuer soake my heart with care although they seeme so coy For they are but thy fittes I knowe it very well When pleasantnesse is so disposed such thinges he can expell To which most happy time I trust but not to thee For thou art still of flitting kind and euermore wilt be Verses declaring how each Desire Is satisfied in Time THe hungery soule that wantes of foode his Corpes to fill Is forced forth through pâ—â—ing 〈◊〉 to remedie his ill And if by happie lotte he lighteth in such place Whereas is foode abundantly to helpe his dolefull case Then you shall see this swame whom hungers hate had hist When he in Time hath had Desire doth skorne that ofte he mist The wight that keepes in Courtâ— and viewes the gallant shewes Of Princes Pallace deerely dect whose eyes it dayly knowes Esteemeth not so much the sight though it be rare As â—e esteemes a new fond toy where on his eyes may starâ— What is the cause of this because that he is fill'd And hath enough euen of the sight As much as he hath will'd The Goldsmith that doth worke vpon the Diamond rare Doth not so much esteeme the sight as sequell doth declare The Painter that doth make with pencell in his hanâ— Some passing peece of Portracture like liuely shape to stand At first time when he went with will to learne that art Desire was a mate of his and woulde not drawe a part And marke how he by Time of it hath had his fill He passeth more for greedie gold then he esteemes his skill Thus is Desire at length by Time brought into vre The Painter pleased is with Coynâ— as well as Portracture The Gentleman that keepes a Hauke for his delight And taketh pleasure for to view the swiftnesse of her dight With spannelles for to raunge the game alofte to spring At length we see he wearily accompteth of the thing The greedy Lyon eke that roareth for her pray Is neuer satisfied vntill Some faultlesse thinge she flayâ— And then when she hath fed and fulnesse her inuest She neuer passeth more for it till hunger doth request The Cat will watch adn wayte till she the Mouse hath got And then when she hath fedde her â—â—llâ— a dewe she careth not The Scriuener that takes paine with painfull penne to please Espieth not his labour wayed so much the more disease That company which keepes for a long time together By time grows strange as euer they were at first time comming hether The booke that newe is madâ— is more esteem'd of price And better liked on by some then workes of deepe deuice Wherefore the way to haue a thing esteemed well Is secretly to keepe the same and not abroade to tell For why I well perceiue examples put before That friendship failes when fancy findes new liking for her store Wherefore to learne to keepe in secret silent brest It is a poynt of wisedome sure in whom so ere it rest Thus is Desire fedde thus is Desire strange Thus doth Desire giue vs fill and makes our friendes to change Verses written vnto one which had wrote A Curious Commendation of his happie Exchange VVHy dost thou vaunt before thâ—u â—â—â—owe Why dost thou bragge before thou trie All is not golde that is of glittering shewe Nor trust not that which pleaseth the eye For in the same deceipte doth rest As proofe doth make it manifest For since thou wrot'st that glorious stile In praise of thy so good exchange A frowarde fit some did compile Which vnto thee did seeme full strange That at the first it did befall Such rough repulse to sleepe withall Wherefore I counsell thus doe giue To frame thy nature now to abyde And see that thou discreete doe liue And â—ainte not though some sondly chide For why thou wotst so much before You knowe my minde â—le say no more Verses written for a requisite remembrance of the earth quake which happened on wednesday the 6. of Aprill 1580. betwene 5. and 6 of the clocke at night of the same day WHen man doth least accompt of this his end And as he thinkes doth safely sit at rest Then suddenly or euer he beware Doth Death aproch his corps for to inuest And in a moment all his pompe and pride And glory vaine is quickly laide a side His house the which he takes for his Defence And as it were doth make a sure grounde Presuming that it standeth firme and fast Foundation such noâ— likely tâ— confound By any chaunce except the ground do fall The which high Ioue hath 〈◊〉 at his call Oh gratious God how wonderful are thy workes Thy secretes not known to mind of man Thou send'st vs signes and tokens of thy wrath And if with grace we rightly do them scanne We may thus thinke and also vnderstand Thy iudgemente day is very â—y at hand Yet mercifully thou doest vs all fore warne And wouldest not that we should sinke in sinne But penetently thy merry for to craue And leaue such leawdnesse as we do beginne Too much to vse alas the more the doth And God will scourge no doubt for our vntruth Oh sudden mosion and shaking of the earth No blustering blastes the weaâ—her calme and milde Good Lord the sudden rarenesse of the thing A sudden feare did bring to man and childe They verely thought as well in field as Towne The earth should sinke and the houses all fall downe Well let vs print this present in our heartes And call to God for neuer neede we more Crauing of him mercy for our misdeedes Our sinfull liues from heart for to deplore For let vs thinke this token doth portend A scourge nere hand if we do still offend Yet neuer was Gods word more diligently Preached vnto vs then it is at this day But out alas what boote is it to heare And presently forget what they do say For he which layes his hand vpon the plowâ— And turneth backe shall speed you know as how The wantonnesse and lewdnesse now adayes Is much to write therefore it is but vaine To seeme at large the same for to expresse The grauer sorte do much of it complaine And wish there were amendment of ill life Which euery where alas is too too rife Pride is too pearâ—e and falshood florisheth much Deceipte is deepe good Lord how it is vsed Enuy is rife blaspheming doth not want Wel in effect each thing is now
abide Wherewith I blusht and said againe oh Sir I pardon craue Accuse me not for slipping so my matter to depraue But giue me leaue to raunge a while by foolish fancie fraught So shall you pleasure me no small since that my wittes be naught But since I did digresse so much I ten times praise this Dame Whose Chastitie and vertuouse life deserues eternall Fame Her steppes are steady like the rocke her fortresse is so stronge As no assault of Cupids Crue shalt enter in by wrong And as the pleasant meades refresh the flying foules in aire So doth Dame Chastnesse comforte giue to those that might dispaire Which suffer many Derisious floutes and mokes of â—ilâ—e and vitious kinde Yet sure the chaste and constent life all forrowes do vnbinde A rich rewarde by Due desert to see such culling mates Be tinged about the towne in Cart and pulled by the pates When Chastnesse resteth like a Queene In high Magnificence With reuerence done of honest sorte and scapeth such offence As maketh them oft times ashamd and shrinke their headee in hold And chaunge in colours blacke and blew as though they were acolâ— But Truth to say they are a colde in this chast honest lore They are more hote in Venus flames then honestie in store Reuoke recant relent with speeds least Time do come to late I speake not to the honest Dames but to the viciouse mate For why I neede no honest warne then should I be too bold And I were worthy to be blam'd so much for to vnfolde Oh worthie wightes you sporte your mindes with sadde and sober sightes Oh gloriouse Chastnesse how she shines oh blest and happie wightes O sacret Dame by Ioue ordayn'd to be in heauenly place Where as no spot of spotted life thy seate shall once deface But with a heauenly body thou shalt there remaine for Aye Where Angels sitte in seemely sight which neuer shall decay Why then who would not liue a life as Chast as Chast might bee For they shall haue as promise is eternall blisse you see Where contrariwise we purchase death and flashing flames of fire In Plutoes pit to spend our Time if grace we not require There shall we see the broyling brands and fendes of vgly hue There shall we heare lamenting cries with Torments that renewe Upon such mates whom Carnall Lust in life of fleshly will They had not grace for to repent but did perseuer still To greate confusion of their soule in euerlasting fire Wherefore God graunt we may be Chaste for to avoyde his Ire And that we treads Dame Chastnesse steps and on her so repose As we in end may purchase heauen when vitall life we lose And there to rest in heauenly blisse and see our glorious God Which hath authoritie vs to scourge for our offences od Whe plagues yâ— Cupid knights with paine and Bacchus drunken mates And such as giue their minde to lust in end with scourge he rates But Chastitie he doth alowe as vertue excellent Who so doth frequent the same shall neuer sure repent O Chastitie how is thy seat ordained in heauenly throne Assigned there by mighty Ioue whereas there is no moane For as Sainte Matthew doth discusse a Chaste and honest mayde Shoulde be content to welcome death and be no whit afraide For why saith he tis glory greate to dye a virgin pure So shall they gaine a precious place which euer shall indure Her name shall grauen be in gold or els in Marble stone Which shall be extant to the worldâ— although that she be gone Behold you Dames whose chastitie doth merrite well the same And trust me by your due Deserte doth winne you endlesse fame You get renowme immortall sure for Time withouten minde You doe as much as may be donne or in that way assign'd Wherfore keepe fast that key so rare the which no Smith can make But onely he which on the crosse did buy it for your sake Whose guiltlesse blood you know was shedde though he did not offend The cruell Iewes him to torment their mallice did extend O onely sweete and Sauiour greate of all the world so wâ—â—e How didst thou suffer paine for vs with speare thrust in thy side And all was for our sinfull liues the which we followe still But Lord graunt that we may conuert and if it be thy will And with a true and faithfull heart as Marie Magdalen she Did her repent of sinful life euen so Lord graunt may we And bring sweete oyntments to thy seate and looke thee in the face And hope to rest with thee in blisse which neuer shall imbace But shall remaine tune out of minde as trueth doth well relate In place where as is nought but ioy and at no time Debate What say you to this Dames so chaste what say you to this newes Liue chaste hue chaste and then be sure you liue without abuse For chastnesse is much honoured in euery place with Fame And Castnesse of each man hath praise as worthie of the same But where as Beautie ryotously with fleshly will indewed Doth not regard her chastitie marke then what is iâ—sued For Cupids knightes spying that vent doe thether streight repayre And thinke it is a match obtain'd by foolish speaking faire And when that once they finde the haunte with entertainement good Then stay they still to spend their Time in fleshly giddie mood And vse such prancks as please them best too much for shame to write Or more then wisdome would permit should come vnto the light It were but vaine to meddle much or glose in glorious sorte It were but vaine to praise and prate or make a braue reporte It were but vaine so seeme to deale in place of great vnrest It were but vaine to pinch the minde and busie much the brest It were but vaine to goe beyond our owne knowledge and skill It were but vaine to meddle where we shall but get vs ill Wherefore my friend sith I haue nowe performed as you see That your request which long agoe you did make vnto me In writing of Dame Chastitie according as you will'd Accept of it in friendly wise your request is fulfill'd Desiring you of this deuice to iudge with equall mind At all tunes for to pleasure you you ready me shall finde Although in deede I simple am for to performe the same Yet willingnesse of my true hearte shall cleere me from the blame That finding wittes deuising still to moue debate and strâ—fe I le say no more but God amend their lewd and wicked life The end of the Chariot of Chastitie A Dialogue betwene Diana and venus Declaring what can be alleaged of eyther side for confutation Venus THe gallant Youthes with bold attempt my Darlings will defend Thei le preace in place with glittering blade their blowes abroade to lend Diana The modest Matrons then for me my honour will vphold By siuile sorte and honest life which shines as bright as golde Venus Thy life
time her happy daies to see And though my verse be not fram'd as the best Yet 〈◊〉 herâ— and so I meane to rest Still and will Till death me kill The Carefull Complainte of a Dolorous Dame YOu Virgins pure of hearte come mourne in doleful wise Helpe me to sing this beauie song let plaints asceÌ„d yâ— skies Oh pittie you my hap that now doth liue in thrall 〈…〉 tofore was voyde of it plai'd with pleasures ball 〈◊〉 those which once were well and could not thereof see Must taste some sorrow for their myrth and so it is with me The fall of strately Troy did not so much men greeue As doth the fall of my good hap in thraldome now to liue Nor yet the Aetna hils burnes not more worse with fire Then I doe burne in flames of feare yet voyde of my Desire Wherâ—fore Oh waile with me Oh waile you worthy Dames Desire of God I may haue helpe to quâ—ch my fretting flames Oh if I had the skill of Dedalus his art With winges I would deuise to fly to voyde me of this smart Or if that I could rule as Iuno Goddesse she Then would I make them feele of griefe that so agreeueth me But since it may not bee I waste my life in teares With soking sighes I spend the day and so my life it weares If pittie planted were within his cruel brest Then he might soone redresse my gréeues and yeeld me quyet rest He cancell can my cares he can inforce my ioye He may surcease all these my wronges which breedes my great Anoy But where as Boysterouse Winds do beare such foâ—ce sway It is in vaine to hoyse your saile least that the shippe decay You know the sayling shippe musâ— tarry winde and tide She can not saile why then no doubt of force she must abide So I that would fame go do want a â—ight release Wherefore I see I 〈◊〉 abide though sorrowes do increase My ioyes they vade awaâ—â— and wither doth my will The greenesse of my yong delightes is feare with inward ill Well well what remedie sith chaunced so do fall But Patiently them for to beare and be content withall Yet still I hope the best though present helpe I want For why it restes in â—oue his power some pleasure for to plant Within my broosed brest that almost is consum'd With greedie griefe and cruell care that hath me so perfum'd Care is costly An Epitaph vpon the death of Master Poolies wife of Badly YOu Dames leaue off your bootlesse teares Whose vaine complaintes can do no good Since cruell Death hath forc'd your scares And stroken such a noble blend And though you waile and weepe your fill Yet you can not reuiue your will For if high â—oue doth so permit That Dreedfull Death shall strike with dart It is in vaine to mourne for it Sith he can ioy and he can smart He can graunâ— life he can graunt death He can bereaue each Prince of breath This worthie Matron wrapt in clay Was wife to Master Pooly she Whose noble race for to display My witte vnable is I see Alas my penne is nothing ryfe For to Declare her veâ—uouse lyfe Wherefore t were vaine to pen her praise Sith it abrode in world is knowne Alas that death did end her dayes And hath her life so ouer throwne Wherefore to mourne it is in vaine Since you no more her can attaine Giuen vnto Mistresse F. W. when shee Went to waite TO waite on Noble Dames much attendance it doth craue And searcheth out in each respect the seruice that you hauâ— Attendance you must daunce in chamber all the day And not to walke abrode in fieldes if truth Reporte doth say Except my Lady go then you must waite on her Or els to keepe the chamber still and not abrode to stirre And when she playes at cardes downe kneele you must on knees An so to sit there all the Time vntill she winne or leese Oh God this is no life of Pleasure as I thinke To waite in chamber all the day till sleepe do make you winke But Paraduenture you do thinke Preferment there Will hoyse you vp to be aloft and set you voyde of care I do not I say nay for it is like to be And I as glad as any one that happie day to see Thus gentle Mistresse mine The Gods keepe you in rest And graunt such pleasures to abound as sorrowes not molest Of one who had vitiously spent his Patrimonie IF shriking plaintes of bitter brest may yerce the loftie skye Or heauie happes of Fortunes lore that happen so awry Then come drawe â—y good minded willeâ— and marke this mournfull verse Lend willing eares to heare short tale the which I shall rehearse It chaunced so by wanton will a man that was in Prime Whose witlesse race did not regardâ— for substance of his time But vainely he did spend his welth in hugling pleasures sweete Yea not regarding honest lore ne sober life discreete He was worth thousandes by 〈◊〉 this man in London soyle Who there doth spend his dolefull dayes ashamed of his foyle His yonger Brother now 〈◊〉 by taking honest Paine For to disspend by land a 〈◊〉 an hundred pound certaine Oh Shamelesse Sauage elder thou what shame falles to thy share Sweete minching Dames haue pul'd thée so as clothes are skant to weare Happie is he whom other mens harmes do make to beâ—â—â—â— The wounded wight thus complayneth NO ioy I feele since care doth gripe my hearte No haplesse hap could happen more amisse Then for to liue in place of feare and smart And spend my dayes where as no pleasure is Such is the happe I see for me assigned And for such happe I wish my lyfe resigned I being well and voyde quyte of this snare Could not take heede but headlong runne therein Must for such hast content my selfe with care And take my happe sith I did it beginne For where I was I liu'd and was well eas'd Yet not content my minde was no so pleas'd If I were there and absent from this place I do beleeue I would not fast returne Sith I doe feele my comming workes disgrace Within my minde and makes my heart to burne As pleasant springes which springe in others soile Must queÌ„ch the heate which in my brest doth boile Unto which springs God graunt I may repayre To coole my heate and set my hearte at rest To ease this minde now dying in Despaire And helpe to ioy my heart which is opprest I craue this summe with wet and waterie eyes With soaking sighes and shriking voyce to skies T is wisedome some doe tell To know when we are well And so to rest Content Least that we doe repent Not Beautie but Bountie THe Prime of yeeres delightes in Beauties blaze And much esteemes the seemely shewe thereof The pleasant hue inforceth many a gaze To feede the eye on Dames that loue to scoffe But who can tell what gaine such Fancy breedes Or