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 prouerb true to proue The falling out of faithfull freends reliuing is of loue Then tooke I paper penne and ynke this prouerb for to write In regester for to remaine of such a worthy wight As she proceeded thus in song vnto her little bratt Much matter vttered she of waight in place whereas she satt And proued plaine there was no beast nor creature bearing life Could well be knowne to liue in loue without discord and strife Then kissed she her little babe and sware by God aboue The falling out of faithfull freendes renuing is of loue She sayd that neither king ne prince ne lord could liue aright Vntill their puissance they did proue their manhood and their might When manhood shall be matched so that feare can take no place Then weary workes make warriours eche other to embrace And leaued their force that failed 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 faithfull freendes renuing is of loue She sayd she saw no fishe ne foule nor beast within her haunt That mett a straunger in their kind but could giue it a taunt Since fleshe 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 ende the worke she hath begone And bridle well that will not cease her tragedy in some Thus in song she oft reherst as dyd her well behoue The falling out of faithfull freendes is the renuing of loue I meruaile much pardy quoth she for to behold the route To see man woman boy beast to tosse the world about Some kneele sōe crouch sōe beck some chek some cā smothly smile And some embrace others in arme and there thinke many a wile Some stand aloufe at cap and knee some humble and some stoute Yet are they neuer freendes in deede vntill they once fall out Thus ended she her song and sayd before she did remoue The falling out of faithfull freendes is the renuing of loue FJNJS M. Edwards 51. Thinke to dye THe life is long which lothsomely doth last The dolefull dayes draw slowly to their date The present pangues and painfull plagues forepast Yeeldes griefe aye greene to stablish this 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 strange ouerthrowe All which conflict in thraldome I was thrust The Lord be praised 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 pleasant yeeres that seemes so sweetely ronne The merry dayes to ende so fast that fleete The ioyfull wightes of which dayes drawes so sone The happy howres which moe do misse then meete Do all consume as snowe against the Sunne And death makes end of all that life begunne Since death shall dure till all the world be wast What meaneth man to dreade death then so sore As man might make that life should alway last Without regard the Lord hath ledde before The daunce of death which all must runne on rowe The hower wherein onely himselfe doth knowe If man would minde what burdens life doth bring What greeuous crimes to God he doth commit What plagues what perill thereby spring With no sure hower in all his dayes to sit He would sure thinke as with great cause I doe The day of death is happier of the two Death is the doore whereby we draw to ioy Life is the lake that drowneth all in payne Death is so dole it seaseth all away Life is so leude that all it yeeldes is vayne And as by life in bondage man is brought Euen so by death is freedome likewise wrought Wherefore with Paule let all men wish and pray To be dissolued of this foule fleshly masse Or at the least be armd against the day That they be found good souldiers prest to passe From life to death from death to life againe And such a life as euer shall remaine FINIS D. S. 51. If thou desire to liue in quiet rest geue eare and see but say the best If thou delight in quietnes of life Desire to shunne from brales debate and strife To liue in loue with god with freend and foe In rest shalt sleepe when others cannot so Giue eare to all yet doo not all beleeue And see the end and then do sentence geeue But say for truth of happy liues assinde The best hath he that quiet is in minde FJNJS M. Hunnis 52. Being forsaken of his freend he complaineth VVHy should I linger long to liue In this disease of fantasie Since fortune doth not cease to giue Thinges to my minde most contrarie And at my ioyes doth lowre and frowne Till she hath turned them vpsidowne A freend I had to me most deere And of long time faithfull and iust There was no one my hart so neere Nor one in whom I had more trust Whom now of late without cause why Fortune hath made my enemy The grasse me thinkes should grow in skie The starres vnto the earth cleaue fast The water streame should passe awrie The windes should leaue their strength of blast The Sunne and Moone by one assent Should both forsake the firmament The fishe in ayre should slye with finne The foules in floud should bring forth fry All thinges methinkes should erst beginne To take their course vnnaturally Afore my freend should alter so Without a cause to be my foe But such is Fortunes hate I say Such is his will on me to wreake Such spite he hath at me alway And ceasseth not my hart to breake With such despite of crueltie Wherefore then longer liue should I. FINIS E. S. 54. Prudens The history of Damacles Dionise VVHo so is set in princely throne and craueth rule to beare Is still beset on euery side with perill and with feare High trees by stormy windes are shakt and rent vp from the ground And flashly flackes of lightning flames on turrets do rebound When little shrubs in safetie lurke in couert all alowe And freshly florish in their kind what euer wind doe blowe The cruel king of Scisili who fearing Barbars hands Was wont to sludge his beard himself with cole and fire brands Hath taught vs this the proofe whereof full plainly we may see Was neuer thing more liuely touched to shewe it so to bee This king did seeme to Damacles to be the happiest wight Because he thought none like to him in power or in might Who did alone so farre excell the rest in his degree As doth the Sunne in brightnes cleare the darkest starre
In youth I rangde the feeldes where vices all did growe In youth alas I wanted grace such vice to ouerthrowe In youth what I thought sweete most bitter now do finde Thus hath the follies of my youth with folly kept me blind Yet as the Egle castes her bill whereby her age renueth So Lorde with mercy doe forgiue the follies of my youth FJNJS M. Hunnis No pleasure without some paine HOw can the tree but wast and wither away That hath not sometime comfort of the Sunne How can that flower but fade and soone decay That alwayes is with darke cloudes runne Is this a life nay death you may it call That feeles eche paine and knoweth no ioy at all What foodlesse beast can liue long in good plight Or is it life where sences there be none Or what auaileth eyes without their light Or els a tongue to him that is alone Is this a life nay death you may it call That feeles eche paine and knowes no ioy at all Whereto serue eares if that there be no sound Or such a head where no deuise doth growe But all of plaintes since sorrow is the ground Whereby the hart doth pine in deadly woe Is this a life nay death you may it call That feeles eche paine and knowes no ioy at all FINIS L. Vaux The fruite of feined friendes JN choise of frends what hap had I to chuse one of cirēs kind whose harp whose pipe whos melody could fede my ears make me blind Whose pleasant voice made me forget that in sure trust is great deceit In trust I see is treason founde and man to man deceitfull is And whereas treasure doth abound of flatterers there doe not misse Whose painted speach outward show do seme as frends be not so Would I haue thought in thee to be the nature of the Crocadill Which if a mā a slepe may see with bloudy thirst desires to kill And then with teares a while gan weepe the death of him thus slaine a sleepe O fauel false thou traitor born what mischief more might thou deuise Then thy deare frend to haue in scorne him to woūd in sundry wise Which still a frende pretends to be and are not so by proofe I see Fie fie vpon such trecherie W. H. If such false Shippes doe haunt the shore Strike downe the saile and trust no more M. Edwards A dialogue betweene a Gentleman and his Loue. A. SHall I no way winne you to graunt my desire B. What woman will graunt you the thing you require A. You onely to Loue me is all that I craue B. You onely to leaue me is all I would haue A. My deare alas now say not so B. To Loue you best I must say no A. Yet will I not flitt B. then play on the bitt B. I will B. doe still A. yet kill not B. I will not A. Make me your man B. beshrewe me than A. The swifter I followe then you flie away B. Swift haukes in their flying oft tymes misse their pray A. Yet some killeth deadly that flie to the marke B. You shall touche no feather thereof take no carke A. Yet hope shall further my desire B. You blowe the coales and raise no fire A. Yet will I not flitt B. then play on the bitt B. I will B. doe still A. yet kill not B. I will not A. Make me your man B. beshrewe me than A. To loue is no daunger where true Loue is ment B. I will Loue no ranger least that I repent A. My Loue is no raunger I make God auow B. To trust your smothe sayings I sure knowe not how A. Most truth I meane as time shall well trie B. No truth in men I ofte espie A. Yet will I not flitt B. then play on the bitt B. I will B. doe still A. yet kill not B. I will not A. Make me your man B. beshrewe me than A. Some women may say nay and meane Loue most true B. Some women can make fooles of as wise men as you A. In tyme I shall catche you I knowe when and where B. I will soone dispatche you you shall not come there A. Some speedes at length that ofte haue miste B. I am well armde come when you liste A. Yet will I not flitt B. then play on the bitt A. I will B. doe still A. yet kill not B. I will not A. Make me your man B. beshrewe me than A. Yet worke your kinde kindly graunt me Loue for Loue B. I will vse you friendly as I shall you proue A. Most true you shall finde me I this doe protest B. Then sure you shall binde me to graunt your request A. O happie threede now haue I spunne B. You sing before the conquest wonne A. Why then will you swarue B. euen as you deserue A. Loue still B. I will A. yet kill not B. I will not A. Make me your man B. come to me than FJNJS M. Edwards Exclaiming vpon his vnkind Loue his friend replieth wittely M. VVHat death may bee compared to Loue H. What griefe therein now doest thou proue M. My paines alas who can expresse H. I see no cause of heauinesse M. My Ladies lookes my woe hath wrought H. Then blame thine eyes that first hath sought M. I burne alas and blowe the fire H. A foole consumes by his desire M. What shall I doe than H. come out and thou can M. Alas I die H. what remedie M. My sugred sweete is mixed with gall H. Thy Ladie can not doe with all M. The more I seeke the lesse I finde H. Then striue not with the streame and wind M. Her most I loue although I smarte H. With her owne sworde thou slaiest thy hart M. Such pleasaunt baites who can refraine H. Such baites will sure breede thee great paine M. What shall I doe than H. Come out and thou can M. Alas I die H. what remedie M. Her golden beames mine eyes doe daze H. Vpon the Sunne thou maiest not gaze M. She might reward my cruell smarte H. She thinkes thou hardst a fained harte M. She laughes to heare my wofull cries H. Forsake her then in tyme be wise M. No no alas that may not bee H. No wise man then will pitie thee M. What shall I doe than H. come out and thou can M. Alas I die H. what remedie M. A liuyng death loe thus I proue H. Such are the fruites of froward Loue M. O that I might her Loue once gaine H. Thy gaine would not halfe quite the paine M. Her will I Loue though she be coye H. A foole him selfe will still annoye M. Who will not die for suche a one H. Bee wise at length let her alone M. I can not doe so H. then be thy owne fo M. Alas I die H. what remedie FJNJS E. S. The complaint of a Louer wearing Blacke and Taunie A Crowne of Bayes shall that man weare That triumphes ouer mee For Blacke and Taunie will I weare Which
mournyng colours bee The more I followe on the more she fled awaye As Daphne did full long agoe Apollos wishfull praye The more my plaintes resounde the lesse she pities me The more I sought the lesse I founde that mine she meant to be Melpomene alas with dolefull tunes helpe than And sing Bis woe worthe on me forsaken man Then Daphnes Baies shall that man weare that triumphes ouer me For blacke Taunie will I weare which mourning colours be Drowne me you trickling teares you wailefull wights of woe Come help these hāds to rent my heares my rufull hap to showe On whom the scorching flames of Loue doth feede you see Ah a lalalantida my deare Dame hath thus tormented mee Wherefore you Muses nine with dolefull tunes helpe than And sing Bis woe worthe on me forsaken man Then Daphnes Baies shall that man weare that triumphs ouer me For Blacke and Taunie wil I weare which mourning colours be An Ancres life to leade with nailes to scratche my graue Where yearthly wormes on me shall feede is all the ioyes I craue And hide my selfe from shame sith that mine eyes doe see Ah a lalalantida my deare dame hath thus tormented mee And all that present bee with dolefull tunes helpe than And sing Bis woe worthe on me forsaken man FJNJS E. O. Finding no reliefe he complaineth thus JN quest of my reliefe I finde distresse In recompence of Loue most deepe disdaine My laugour such as wordes may not expresse A shower of teares my watrishe eye doth raine I dreame of this and doe define of woe I wander in the thoughtes of my sweete foe I would no peace the cause of warre I flie I hope I feare I burne I chill in Froste I lye a lowe yet mountes my minde on hie Thus doubtfull stormes my troubled thoughtes haue toste And for my paine this pleasure doe I proue I hate my selfe and pine in others Loue. The worlde I graspe yet holde I nought at all At libertie I seeme in prison pent I taste the sweete more sower then bitter gall My shippe seemes sounde and yet her ribbs be rent And out alas on Fortune false I crie Looke what I craue that still shee doth denie Both life and death be equall vnto me I doe desire to die yet craue I life My wittes with sundry thoughtes doe disagree My felfe am with my selfe at mortall strife As warmth of Sunne doth melte the siluer Snowe The heate of Loue beholde consumes me so FJNJS R. Hill Written vpon the death of his especiall good friend Maister Iohn Barnabie who departed this life at Bensted in the countie of Southampton 25. Ianuary 1579. Aetatis 78. MIne owne good father thou art gone thine eares are stopt with clay Thy gost is fled thy body dead thou hearste not what I say Thy dearest friends may sigh sobb thy children cry and call Thy wife may waile and not preuaile nor doe thee good at all Though reason would we should reioyce trickling teares restraine Yet kindlynes and friendlynes enforce vs to complaine Thy life was good our losse the more thy presence cherd our hart Thy lacke and absence turnd therefore our solace into smart I found thee both a kindly friend and friendly father too Barnabie lacks breath O cruel death couldst thou part vs two But death derides my wofull words to my saying saith Thou foolish wight I did but right I force nor friend nor faith The Lord of life Lord of death my threatning hand did let Els when that he in cradell lay I might haue claimd my debt His corps is clad in cloddes of earth his soule doth soore on hie Before the throne of God aboue whose seruaunt he did die And thou his friend she his spouse and they his children shall Behold the father friend and mate whose absence greeues you all But he nor can nor will returne to thee to her or them For heauen is his he liues in blisse ye dwell with mortall men Ye dwell in darke dreadfull denne in prison pent are yee He liues in light and all delight from thraldome franke and free Wishe not that he should come to you for then you doe him wrong But wishe that ye may goe to him the blessed saintes among FJNJS H. D. Coelum non solum JF care or skill could conquere vayne desyre Or reasons raignes my strong affection stay Then should my sighes to quiet brest retyre And shunne such signes as secret thoughts bewray Vncomely Loue which now lurkes in my breast Should cease my griefe through wisdomes power opprest But who can leaue to looke on Venus face Or yeeldeth not to Iunos high estate What witte so wise as giues not Pallace place These vertues rare eche Gods did yeelde a mate Saue her alone who yet on earth doth raigne Whose bewties string no God can well destraine What worldly wight can hope for heauenly hyre When onely sighes must make his secret mone A silent sute doth seeld to grace aspyre My haplesse happ doth roule the restlesse stone Yet Phebe fayre disdaynde the heauens aboue To ioy on earth her poore Edimions loue Rare is reward where none can iustly craue For chaunce is choyse where reason makes no clayme Yet luck sometimes dispayring soules doth saue A happy Starre made Giges ioy attayne A slauishe Smith of rude and raskall race Found meanes in tyme to gayne a Goddes grace Then loftye loue thy sacred sayles aduaunce My sithing seas shall flow with streames of teares Amidst disdayne driue forth my dolefull chaunce A valyaunt mynde no deadly daunger feares Who loues aloft and sets his heart on hye Deserues no payne though he do pine and dye FJNIS E. O. A Louer reiected complaineth THe trickling teares that falles along my cheekes The secret sighes that showes my inward greefe The present paynes perforce that loue aye seekes Bids me renew my cares without releefe In wofull song in dole display my pensyue heart for to bewray Bewray thy greefe thy wofull hart with speede Resigne thy voyce to her that causde thy woe With yrkesome cries bewayle thy late done deede For she thou louest is sure thy mortall foe And helpe for thee there is none sure But still in payne thou must indure The stricken Deare hath helpe to heale his wounde The haggerd Hauke with toyle is made full tame The strongest tower the Canon layes on grounde The wisest witte that euer had the fame Was thrall to loue by Cupids sleightes Then waie my case with equall weights She is my ioy she is my care and wo She is my payne she is my ease therefore She is my death she is my life also She is my salue she is my wounded sore In fine she hath the hand and knyfe That may both saue and end my lyfe And shall I liue on earth to be her thrall And shall I sue and serue her all in vayne And kisse the steppes that she lets fall And shall I pray the Gods to
stands at like stay Obscurely to consume away And last when humane force was none could part our loue wherin we liued My ladies life alas is gon most cruel death hath it bereued Whose vertues her to God hath wonne And left me here a man vndone FINIS F. G. 31. A worthy ditie song before the Queenes Maiestie at Bristowe MIstrust not troth that truely meanes for euery ielous freke Instead of wrōg cōdemne not right no hiddē wrath to wreke Looke on the light of fault lesse life how bright her vertues shine And measure out her steppes each one by leuel and by line Deeme eche desert by vpright gesse wherby your praise shall liue If malice would be match with might let hate no iudgement giue Enforce no feare with wresting wittes in quiet conscience brest Lend not your eares to busie tongues which breedeth much vnrest In doubtfull drifts wade not to farre it weries but the mind Seeke not to search the secret harts whose thoughts are hard to find Auoide from you those hateful heads that helpes to heape mishap Be slow to heare the flatterers voice that creepeth in your lap Embrace their loue that wills you good and sport not at their praise Trust not too much vnto your selfe for feeble are your stayes How can your seate be setled faste or stand on stedfast ground So propped vp with hollow harts whose surety is vnsound Giue faith to those that feare for loue and not that loue for feare Regard not them that force compels to please you euery where All this well waid and borne away shall stablish long your state Continually with perfect peace in spite of puffing hate FINIS D. S. 32. An Epitaph vpon the death of Sir Edward Saunders Knight Lord chiefe Baron of the Exchequer YOu Muses weare your mourning weeds strike on the fatal Drome Sound Triton out the trumpe of fame in spite of Parcas dome Distill Parnassus pleasant drops possesse Pierides place Apollo helpe with dolefull tune to waile this wofull case Wring hard your hands waile on your losse lament the fate that fell With sobs and sighes to Saunders say oh Saunders now farewell Whom Phaebus fed with Pallas pappe as one of Sibils seede Loe here where death did rest his corps the vermine foule to feede Whom Impes of Joue with Necter sweete long in Libethres noursht Behold how dreadful death him brought to that whence he came first Lycurgus he for learned lawes Rhadamanthus race that ranne An other Nestor for aduise Zalucus fame that wanne A Damon deare vnto his freend in faith like Phocion found A Cato that could counsell giue to prince a subiect found Not Athens for their Solon sage not Rome for Numa waile As we for Saunders death haue cause in fods of teares to saile Nor Sparta card for Chilos death ne proud Prienua prest To weepe for Bias as we wayle for Saunders late possest His learned pathes his talentes rare so now by death appeares As he that Salomon sought to serue in prime and youthfull yeeres His counsel sad his rules his lawes in country soyle so wrought As though in Cuma he had ben of sage Sibilla taught His vertuous life was such I say as Vertue did embrace By Vertue taught in Vertues schoole to grow in vertues race Might tender babes might orphāts weak might widows rere that cry The sound thereof should pearce the cloudes to skale the empire sky To bid the gods to battel bend and to dissend in sight Though farre vnfit and mates vnmeete with mortal men to fight Too late alas we wish his life to soone deceiued vs Death Too little wit we haue to seeke the dead agayne to breath What helplesse is must carelesse be as Natures course doth shewe For death shal reape what life hath sowen by nature this we know Where is that fierce Achilles sled where is king Turnus shroude What is become of Priamus state where is Periander proude Hector Hanno Hanibal dead Pompei Pirrhus spild Scipio Cirus Caesar slaine and Alexander kild So long there Fortune fast did floe and charged Fame to sound Till frowning Fortune foyld by face which fawning fortune found Shun Fortunes feates shake fortune of to none is fortune sound Sith none may say of Fortune so I Fortune faithfull found Beholde where Fortune flowed so fast and fauoured Saunders lure Tiliffckle Fortune false again did Saunders death procure Lo clothed could in cloddes of clay in drossy dust remaine By fate returnd frō whence he came to his mothers wombe againe Who welnigh thirtie yeeres was Iudge before a Iudge dyd fall And iudged by that mighty Iudge which Iudge shall iudge vs all The heauens may of right reioyce and earth may it bewayle Sith heauen wan and earth hath lost the guide and arke of vaile There gaine is much our losse is great their mirth our mone is such That they may laugh as cause doo yeeld we may weepe as much O happy he vnhappy we his hap doth aye encrease Happy he and haplesse we his hap shall neuer cease We liue to die he dyed to liue we want and he possest We bide in bands he bathes in blisse the Gods aboue him blest Being borne to liue he liued to dye and dyed to God so plaine That birth that life that death doo shew that he shall liue againe His youth to age his age to death his death to fame applied His fame to time his time to God thus Saunders liued and dyed O happy life O happier death O tenne times happy he Whose hap it was such hap to haue a Iudge this age to be Oh ioyfull time oh blessed soyle where Pallas rules with witte O noble state O sacred seate where Saba sage dooth sitte Like Susan sound like Sara sad with Hesters mace in hand With Judiths sword Bellona like to rule this noble land I had my will you haue your wish I laugh reioyce you may I wan now much you gaine no lesse to see this happy day Wherein I dyed wherein you liue Oh treble happy cost Wherein I ioyed in glory great wherein you triumph most Knele on your knes knock hard your brests soūd forth the ioyful drome Clap loude your handes sound Eccho say the golden world is come Reioyce you Iudges may of right your mirth may now be such As neuer earst you Iudges had in England mirth so much Here Cuma is here Sibill raignes on Delphos seate to sitte Here shee like Phaebus rules that can Gordius knot vnknitte I liued to nature long ynough I liued to honour much I liued at wish I died at will to see my country such As neither needes it Numas lawes nor yet Apollos sweard For Mauger Mars yet Mars shal be of this our Queene afeard O peerlesse pearle O Diamōd deer O Queene of Queenes farwell Your royall maiestie God preserue in England long to dwell Farwell the Phaenix of the world farwel my soueraigne Queene Farwel most noble vertuous prince Mineruas mate I weene No Iuel
Gemme no Gold to giue no pearles from Pactolos lo No Persian Gaze no Indian stones no Tagus sandes to show But faith and will to natiue soyle a liue and dead I finde My hart my mind my loue I leaue vnto my prince behinde Farwel you nobles of this land farwel you Iudges graue Farwel my felowes frends mates your Queene I say God saue What rise in time in time doth fall what floweth in time doth ebbe What liues in time in time shall dye and yeelde to Parcus webbe The sunne to darknes shal be turnd the starres from skies shall fall The Moone to blood the world with fire shal be consumed all As smoke or vapour vanish streight as bubbles rise and fall As cloudes do passe or shadow shiftes we liue we dye so all Our pompe our pride our triumph most our glory great herein Like shattering shadow passe away as though none such had bin Earth water ayre and fire as they were earst before A lumpe confused and Chaos calld so shall they once be more And all to earth that came from earth and to the graue descend For earth on earth to earth shall goe and earth shall be the end As Christ ascended vp in clowdes so Christ in clowdes shall come To iudge both good and bad on earth at dreadful day of dome From whence our flesh shall rise againe euen from the drossy dust And so shall passe I hope vnto the mansion of the iust FINIS Lodowick LLoyd 33. His good name being blemished he bewayleth FRamd in the front of forlorne hope past all recouery I stayles stand tabide the shocke of shame and infamy My life through lingring long is lodgde in lare of lothsome wayes My death delayd to keepe from life the harme of haplesse dayes My sprites my hart my witte and force in deepe destresse are dround The onely losse of my good name is of these greefes the ground And since my mind my wit my head my voyce tongue are weake To vtter mooue deuise conceiue sound forth declare and speake Such pearsing plaints as aunswere might or would my wofull case Helpe craue I must and craue I will with teares vpon my face Of all that may in heauen or hell in earth or ayre be found To waile with me this losse of mine as of these greefes the ground Helpe gods helpe saints helpe sprits powers that in the heauē do dwell Helpe ye that are aye woont to waile ye howling houndes of hell Helpe man helpe beasts helpe birds wormes that on the earth doth toile Helpe fishe helpe foule that flockes and feedes vpon the salt sea soyle Helpe Eccho that in ayre doth flee shril voyces to resound To waile this losse of my good name as of these greefes the ground FJNJS E. O. 34. Of Fortunes power POlicrates whose passing hap causd him to lose his fate A golden ring cast in the seas to change his constant state And in a fish yet at his bourd the same he after found Thus Fortune loe to whom she takes for bountie doth abound The myzers vnto might she mounts a common case we see And mighty to great misery she sets in low degree Whom she to day doth reare on hie vpon her whirling wheele Tomorrow next shee dingeth downe and casteth at her heele No measure hath shee in her giftes she doth reward eche sort The wise that counsell haue no more then fooles that maketh sport She vseth neuer partiall handes for to offend or please Geue me good Fortune al men sayes and throw me in the seas It is no fault or worthines that makes men fall or rise I rather be borne Fortunate then to be very wise The blindest man right soone that by good Fortune guided is To whom that pleasant Fortune pipes can neuer daunce amis FJNJS M. Edwards 36 Though triumph after bloudy wars the greatest brags do beare Yet triumph of a conquered mind the crowne of fame shall weare VVHo so doth marke the carelesse life of these vnhappy dayes And sees what smal and slender hold the state of vertue stayes He findes that this accursed trade proceedeth of this ill That men be giuen too much to yeeld to their vntamed will In lacke of taming witlesse will the poore we often see Enuies the rich because that he his equal cannot be The rich aduaunced to might by wealth frō wrong doth not refraine But will oppresseth weaker sort to heape excessiue gaine If Fortune were so blind to giue to one man what he will A world would not suffice the same if he might haue his fill We wish we search we striue for all and haue no more therein Then hath the slaue when deth doth come though Cresus welth he win In getting much we get but care such brittle wealth to keepe The rich within his walles of stone doth neuer soundly sleepe When poore in weake and slender house do feare no losse of wealth And haue no further care but this to keepe themselues in health Affection may not hide the sword of sway in iudgement seate Least partiall fauour execute the law in causes greate But if the mind in constant state affection quite do leaue The higher state shal haue their rights the poore no wrong receiue It is accompted greater praise to Caesars loftie state Against his vanquist foes in warres to bridle wrekefull hate Then when to Rome he had subdued the people long vnknowne Whereby as farre as land was found the same abrode was blowne If honor can selfe will refuse and iustice be vpright And priuate state desires but that which good appeares in sight Then vertue shall with soueraigne show to euery eye reueale An heauenly life a wealefull state a happy common weale Let vertue then the triumph win and gouern all your deedes Your yeelding to her sober heastes immortall glory breedes She shall vpreare your worthy name shining into the skies Her beames shall blaze in graue obscure where shrined carkasse lyes FJNJS M. Edwards 37. Of perfect wisedome VVHo so wil be accompted wise and truely claime the same By ioyning vertue to his deedes he must atchieue the same But few there be that seeke thereby true wisedome to attaine O God so rule our harts therfore such fondnesse to refraine The wisedome which we most esteeme in this thing doth consist With glorious talke to shew in words our wisedome when we list Yet not in talke but seemely deedes our wisedome we should place To speake so faire and doe but ill doth wisedome quite disgrace To bargaine well and shunne the losse a wisedome counted is And thereby through the greedy coyne no hope of grace to mis To seeke by honor to aduaunce his name to brittle praise Is wisedome which we dayly see increaseth in our dayes But heauenly wisedome sower seemes to hard for them to win And weary of the sute they seeme when they do once begin It teacheth vs to frame our life while vitall breath we haue When it dissalueth
againe The proofe whereof is true to make his worke indure He paines himselfe a newe in hope to dwell more sure And in some secret place a corner of a wall He frameth himselfe a pace to builde and rest withall His pleasure sweete to staie when he to rest is bent And vgly shamble Flee approcheth to his tent And there intendes by force his labours great to win Or els to yeelde his corse by fatall death therein Thus is the Spiders nest from time to time throwne downe And he to labour prest with endlesse paine vnknowne So such as Louers bee like trauell doe attaine Those endlesse works ye see are alwayes full of paine FJNJS M. Hunnis A Louers ioye J Haue no ioy but dreame of ioy and ioy to thinke on ioye A ioy I withstoode for to enioy to finishe mine annoy I hate not without cause alas yet Loue I knowe not why I thought to hate I can not hate although that I should dye A foe most sweete a freend most sower I ioy for to embrace I hate the wrong and not the wight that workt my wofull case What thing it is I knowe not I but yet a thing there is That in my fancie still perswads there is no other blisse The ioyes of life the pangues of death it make me feele eche day But life nor death this humour can deuise to weare away Faine would I die but yet in death no hope I see remaines And shall I liue since life I see a course of sorie paines What is it then that I doe seeke what ioy would I aspire A thing that is diuine belike to high for mans desire FJNJS F. K. Euill to him that euill thinketh THe subtill slily slights that worldly men doe worke The friendly showes vnder whose shade most crafte doeth often lurke Enforceth me alas with yernfull voyce to say Wo worth the wilie heads that seekes the simple mans decay The birde that dreads no guile is soonest caught in snare Eche gentle hart deuoide of craft is soonest brought to care Good nature soonest trapt which giues me cause to say Wo worth the wilie heads that seekes the simple mans decay I see the Serpent vile that lurkes vnder the greene How subtilly he shroudes himselfe that he may not be seene And yet his fosters bane his learing lookes bewray Wo worth the wilie heads that seekes the simple mans decay Wo worth the feining lookes on fauour that we doe waite Wo worth the feined friendly hart that harbours deepe deceite Wo worth the Vipers broode oh thrise wo worth I say All worldly wilie heads that seekes the simple mans decay FJNJS M. Edwards He assureth his constancie WIth painted speache I list not proue my cunning for to trie Nor yet will vse to fill my penne with gilefull flatterie With pen in hand hart in brest shall faithfull promise make To loue you best and serue you most by your great vertues sake And sure dame Nature hath you deckt with gifts aboue the rest Let not Disdaine a harbour finde within your noble brest For Loue hath lead his lawe a like to men of eche degree So that the Begger with the Prince shall Loue as well as he I am no Prince I must confesse nor yet of Princes line Nor yet a brutish Begger borne that feedes among the Swine The fruite shall trie the tree at last the blossomes good or no Then doe not iudge of me the worse till you haue tried me so As I deserue so then reward I make you iudge of all If I be false in worde or deede let Lightning Thunder fall And Furies fell with franticke fitts bereue and stay my breathe For an example to the rest if I shall breake my faith FJNJS M. Hunnis Complaining his mishapp to his friend he complaineth wittely A. THe fire shall freze the frost shall frie the frozen moūtaines hie B. What straunge thinges hath dame natures force to turne her course awrie A. My Loue hath me left and taken a newe man B. This is not straunge it happes oft times the truth to scan A. The more is my paine B. her Loue then refraine A. Who thought she would flitt B. eche one that hath witt A. Is this not straunge B. light Loue will chaunge A. By skilfull meanes I here reclaime to stoope vnto my lure B. Such haggard Haukes will soare away of them who can be sure A. With siluer bels and hoode my ioy was her to decke B. She was full gorgde she would the sooner giue the checke A. The more is my paine B. her Loue then refraine A. Who thought she would flitt B. eche one that hath witt A. Is not this straunge B. light Loue will chaunge A. Her chirping lips should chirpe to me swete words of her desire B. Such chirping birdes who euer saw to preach still on one brire A. She said she loued me best and would not till she die B. She said in wordes she thought it not as time doth trie A. The more is my paine B. her Loue then refraine A. Who thought she would flitt B. eche one that hath witt A. Is not this straunge B. light Loue will chaunge A. Can no man winne a woman so to make her Loue endure B. To make the Foxe his wiles to leaue what man will put in vre A. Why then there is no choise but all women will chaunge B. As men doe vse so some women doe Loue to raunge A. The more is my paine B. her Loue then refraine A. Who thought she would flitt B. eche one that hath witt A. Is not this straunge B. light Loue will chaunge A. Sith slipper gaine falles to my lot farewell that gliding pray B. Sith that the dice doth runne awrie betimes leaue of thy play A. I will no more lament the thing I may not haue B. Then by exchaunge the losse to come all shalt thou saue A. Loue will I refraine B. thereby thou shalt gaine A. With losse I will leaue B. she will thee deceaue A. That is not straunge B. then let her raunge FINIS M. Edwardes No paines comparable to his attempt LIke as the dolefull Doue delightes alone to bee And doth refuse the bloumed branche chusing the leaflesse tree Whereon wailing his chaunce with bitter teares besprent Doth with his bill his tender breast oft pearse and all to rent Whose greeuous gronyngs tho whose gripes of pyning paine Whose gastly lookes whose bloudy streames out flowing frō ech vain Whose falling from the tree whose panting on the grounde Examples bee of myne estate tho there appeare no wounde FINIS W. Hunnis He repenteth his follie A Lacke when I looke backe vpon my youth thatz paste And deepely ponder youthes offence youthes reward at laste With sighes and teares I say O God I not denie My youth with follie hath deserued with follie for to die But yet if euer sinfull man might mercie moue to ruthe Good Lorde with mercie doe forgiue the follies of my youthe
here ment See all say naught holde thee content The Prouerbe is not South and West Which hath bee sayd long time agoe Of little medling commeth rest The busie man neuer wanteth woe The best way is in all world 's sent Se all say naught hold thee content FJNJS J. Haywood A description of the world WHat is this world a net to snare the soule A mas of sinne a desert of deceite A momentes ioy an age of wretched dole A lure from grace for flesh a lothsome bayre Vnto the minde a canker worme of care Vnsure vniust in rendring man his share A place where pride orerunnes the honest minde Where rich men ioynes to robbe the shiftlesse wretch Where bribing mistes doe blinde the Iudges eyes Where Parasites the fattest crums do catch Where good desartes which chalenge like reward Are ouer blowne with blastes of light regard And what is men dust slime a puffe of wynde Conceaude in sinne plaste in the world with greefe Brought vp with care till care hath caught his minde And then till death vouchsafe him some releefe Day yea nor night his care doth take an ende To gather goods for other men to spende Oh foolish man that art in office plaste Thinke whence thou camste and whether thou shalt go The haute hie Okes small windes haue ouercast When slender weedes in roughest weather groe Euen so pale death oft spares the wretched wight And woundeth you who wallow in delight You lusty youthes that nourish hie desire Abase your plumes which makes you looke so bigge The Collyers Cut the Courtiers Steede will tyre Euen so the Clarke the parsons graue doth digge Whoso happe is yet here long life to winne Doth heape God wot but sorrow vpon sinne And to be short all sortes of men take heede The Thunderboltes the lofty towers tare The lightning flashe consumes the house of Reede Yea more in time all earthly thinges will weare Saue only man who as his earthly time is Shall liue in woe or else in endlesse blisse FJNJS G. G. Being in Loue he complaineth MY haute desyre to hye that seeketh rest My feare to find where hope my help should giue My sighes and plaintes sent from vnquiet brest The hardned hart that will not truth beleeue Bids me dispayre and Reason saith to me Forsake for shame the sute that shameth thee But when mine eyes behold the alluring cayes Which only me to Cupids spoyle haue trainde Desyre a new doth worke his wonted wayes Thus shall I freeze and yet I frye in payne O quenchlesse fyre to quayle and quick agayn Such is the flame where burning loue doth last As hye ne low can beare with reasons bitte And such is loue wherein is setled fast That naught but death can ease his feruent fitte Then cannot I nor loue will me forsake Sweete is the death that faithfull loue doth make FINIS M. Edwardes The Complaint of a sinner O Heauenly God O Father deare cast downe thy tender eye Vpon a wretch that prostrate heare before thy face doth lye O powre thy precious Oyle of grace into my wounded hart O lette the droppes of mercy swage the rigor of my smart My faynting soule suppressed sore with carefull clogge of sinne In humble sorte submits it selfe thy mercy for to winne Graunt mercy then O Sauiour sweete to me most wofull thrall Whose mornefull crie to thee O Lord doth still for mercy call Thy blessed will I haue despised vpon a stubborne mynde And to the sway of worldly thinges my selfe I haue inclinde Forgetting heuen and heauenly powers where god saints do dwel My life had like to tread the path that leades the way to hell But now my Lord my lodestarre bright I will no more doe so To thinke vpon my former life my hart doth melt for wo. Alas I sigh Alas I sobbe alas I doe repent That euer my licencious will so wickedly was bent Sith thus therefore with earnefull plaint I doe thy mercy craue O Lord for thy great mercies sake let me thy mercy haue Restore to life the wretched soule that else is like to die So shall my voyce vnto thy name sing prayse eternally Now blessed be the father first and blessed be the Sonne And blessed be the holy Ghost by whom all thinges are done Blesse me O blessed Trinitie with thy eternall grace That after death my soule may haue in heauen a dwelling place FJNJS F. Kindlemarshe The fruite that springes from wilfull wits is ruth and ruines rage And sure what headlesse youth commits repentaunce rues in age J Rage in restlesse youth and ruines rule my dayes I rue to late my rechlesse youth by rules of reasons wayes I ranne so long a race in search of surest way That leisure learnde me tread the trace that lead to leude decay I gaue so large a rayne to vnrestrayned bitte That now with proofe of after payne I wayle my wante of witte I trifled forth the time with trust to selfe conceites Whilste plenties vse prickt forth my tyme to seeke for sugred baites Wherein once learnde to finde I found so sweete a tast That due foresight of after speede selfe will esteemed wast Which will through wilfulnesse hath wrought my witlesse fall And heedelesse youthes vnskilfulnesse hath lapt my life in thrall Whereby by proofe I know that pleasure breedeth payne And he that euill seede doth sow euill fruite must reape agayne Let such therefore whose youth and purses are in prime Foresee and shunne the helpelesse ruth which sues mispence of time For want is next to waste and shame doth sinne ensue Euill speeding proofe hath heedelesse hast my self haue proued it true When neighboures next house burnes t is time there of take heede For fortunes wheele hath choyse of turnes which change of chaunces breede My saile hath bene aloft though now I beare but low Who climbes so high seeld falleth soft deadst ebbe hath highest flow FINJS ê™ Yloop. ¶ An Epitaph vpon the death of syr William Drury Knight Lord Justice and Gouernour of Yreland deceased at Waterford the thyrd of October An. Do. 1579. JN place where wantes Apollo with his Lute There peeuish Pan may prease to pipe a daunce Where men of skill and learned Clarkes are mute There Fooles may prate and hit the truth perchaunce Why spare I then to speake when all are mumme And vertue left forgot in time to come Giue pardon then to him that takes in hande Though neuer taught with Poets pen to write Will yet presume to let you vnderstand No straunge euent although a sieldome sight Which late I saw a dolefull tale to tell And followeth thus then marke how it befell I saw Report in mourning weede arayde Whose blubbered eyes bewrayde some secret greefe Besprent with teares with sighes and sobbes he sayd You martiall wights abandone all releefe Come wayle with me whose losse is not alone When you your selues haue greatest cause to mone For Drurie he the choyse of all your trayne Your greatest guyde and lampe of clearest light The only man Bellona did retayne Her Champyon chefe and made syr Mars his knight Euen he is now bereaued of his breath T is you t is you may most lament his death Then might I see a warlik crew appeare Came marching on with weapons traylde on ground Their outward show bewrayde their inward cheare Their droms and tromps did yeeld a dolefull sound They marched thus in sad and solemne sort As men amasde to heare this late Report And in the midst of this their heauy muse I might perceiue in sight a worthy Dame Who by her speech and tenure of her newes I knew her well and saw t was Lady Fame With Tromp in hand and thus me thought she sed You worthy wights your Drurie is not dead He liueth he amongst the blessed route Whose noble actes hath purchaste endlesse fame Whylste world doth last no time shall weare him out Nor death for all his spight abridge his name But Drurie still for euer shall remayne His Fame shall liue in Flaunders Fraunce and Spayne The Germanes eke Italyans and the rest Can well discourse of Druries deedes at large With whome he serude a Champyon ready prest At all assaultes the formost to giue charge In many a fraye himselfe he did aduaunce Tweene Charles of Rome and Henrie King of Fraunce In vayne to vaunt the credite he attaynde In natiue soyle where he was knowne so well And Brute hath blowne what glory he hath gaynde In Scotish Land where they themselues can tell In Edenbrough he wan there Mayden tower By fyrst assault perforce the scotishe power But Ireland thou thou thrise accursed soyle Thy luck is losse thy fortune still withstoode What mischiefe more to worke thy greater spoyle Then losse of him that ment thee greatest good Yet canst thou say syr Druries noble name In Ireland still shall bide in lasting fame Wherefore you worthy wightes leaue of to wayle Your Drury liues his fame for aye shall last His vertues byde though wretched lyfe do fayle And taking then her Tromp she blewe a blast Which sounded more his prayse then I can write Or with my tongue expresse in order right Then might I heare the Souldyers giue a shoute The sounde whereof redounded in the skie Great ioy was made amongst the armed route With streined throtes then all at once they cry He liues he liues our Drurie is not deed His vertues rare by Fame shall still be spread In order then themselues they did retire Their weapons vaunst with Ensignes braue displayde What would you more Report is made a lyer Syr Drurie liues sufficeth what is sayde What though his Corpes entombed be in clay His vertues shyne that neuer shall decay Viuit post funaera virtus By Barnabe Ritche Gent. Finis 1580.
pleasure life and will That life which yet remaynes and in thy brest appeares 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 FJNJS 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 aloft is rent with thunder clappe The Turrets tops which touch the clouds are beat with euery blast Soone shiuered are their stones with storme and quickly ouer cast Best bodyed tree in all the world for timber beame is found And to the axe the sturdiest Oxe doth yeelde and fall to ground The highest hill doth soonest feele the flash of lightninges flame And soone decayes the pompe and pryde of high renowned name Of all the heard the huntman seekes by proofe as doth appeare With double forked arrow head to wound the greatest Deare The haughtiest head of all the droue enioyest the shortest life And stains the slaughter house with blood at prick of butchers knife Thus what thing highest place attaines is soonest ouerthrowne What euer fortune sets aloft she threats to throw it downe And though no force resist thy power and seeke thee to confound Yet doth the praise of weighty thinges declyne it selfe to ground For restlesse tipe of rowlling wheele example hath it tride To heauy burthen yeelde it must full soone and slippe asyde What vailes the rich his bed of downe that sighes for sleepeles thought What time in couch of flock the poore sleepes sound feareth nought At homely boord his quiet foode his drinkes in treene be tane When oft the proude in cuppes of gold with wine receiue their bane The bed the boord the dread in doubt with trayne to be opprest When fortune frownes their power must yeelde as wyre vnto the wrest Who so thou be that sits alow and tread the valleyes path Thou needes not feare the Thunder bolts of mighty Ioue his wrath If Icarus had not presumed to high to take his flight He had not yet bene drowned in Seas that now Jtarion hight If Phaeton had not enterprised to guide his fathers seate His fires had not inflamed the world nor bene destroyed with heate But who so climes aboue the meane there is no hope of stay The higher vp the sooner downe and nearer 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 renowned vertue see the pitte of hell Nor yet in tombe of Marble stone she shall abide to dwell And in that Tombe full brauely dect When that she shall depart God send her rest and all thinges well according to desart But from Sepulcher flies she hence beyond the skies aboue And glistering in the blisfull starres she raignes with mighty Ioue FINJS Iasper Heywood 3. The perfect triall of a faithfull friend NOt stayed state but feeble stay not costly robes but bare aray not passed welth but presēt wāt not heped store but slēder skāt Not plenties purse but poore estate not happy hap but froward fate Not wish at wil but wāt of ioy not harts good helth but harts anoy No fredomes vse but prisoners thrall not costly seate but lowest fall Not weale I meane but wretched wo doth truly trie the friend frō foe And nought but frowarde Fortune prooues who fawning faynes or simply loues FINIS M. Yloop. 4. Being asked the occasion of his white head He aunswereth thus WHere seething sighes and sorrow sobbes Hath slaine the slippes that Nature set And scalding showers with stonie throbbes The kindly sapp from them hath fet What wonder their though that you see Vpon my head whyte heares to be Where thought hath thrilde and throwne his speares To hurt the hart that harmeth him not And groning grefe hath ground forth teares Myne eyne to stayne my face to spot What wonder then though that you see Vpon my head whyte heares to bee Where pinching payne 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 Vpon my head whyte heares to bee Where wreatched woe will weaue her web Where care the clew can catch and cast And floods of ioy are fallen to ebbe So lo that life may not long last What wonder then though that you see Vpon my head white heares to bee These heares of age are messengers Which bid me fast repent and pray They be of death the Harbingers That doth prepare and dresse the way Wherefore I ioy that you may see Vpon my head such heares to be They be the liues 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 Vpon my head such lines to be They be the stringes of sober sound Whose musick is harmonicall Their tunes declare a time from ground I came and how thereto I shall Wherefore I ioy that you may see Vpon 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 layde in graue Their soules may ioy their liues wel spent God graunt likewise that you may see Vpon your head such heares to be FINIS W. Hunis 5. Beware of had J 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 pefect friend enioy his hoped hyre And faithlesse fawning foe shall misse theffect of his desyre Good wilt shall haue his gayne and hate shall heape despight A faythlesse friend shall find distrust and loue shall reape delight Thy selfe shall rest in peace thy friend 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 friend to gayne But this not my intent to teach to finde a friend But safely how to loue and leaue is all that I intend And if you prooue in part and finde my councell true Then wish me well for my good will t is all I craue adue FJNJS My luck is losse 6. M. Edwardes MAY. WHen MAY is in his prime then MAY eche hart reioyce When MAY bedecks eche branch with greene ech bird streins forth his voice The liuely sappe creepes vp into the bloming thorne The flowres which cold in prison kept now laughes the frost to skorne All natures Impes triumphes whiles ioyfull May doth last When
MAY is gone of all the yeere the pleasant time is past MAY makes the cheerful hue MAY breedes brings new blood MAY marcheth throughout euery lim MAY makes the mery mood MAY pricketh tender harts their warbling notes to tune Ful strange it is yet some we see doe make their MAY in June Thus thinges are strangly wrought whiles ioyful MAY doth last Take MAY in time when MAY is gone the pleasant time is past All ye that liue on earth and haue your MAY at will Reioyce in MAY as I doe now vse your MAY with skill Vse MAY while that you may for MAY hath but his time When all the fruite is gone it is to late the tree to clime Your liking and your lust is freshe whyles MAY dooth last When MAY is gone of all the yeere the pleasant time is past FJNJS M. Edwardes 7. Faire wordes make fooles faine JN youthfull yeeres when first my young desyres began To pricke me forth to serue in Court a sclender tal young man My fathers blessing then I aske vpon my knee Who blessing me with trembling hand these words 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 qd he that faire words make foles fain This counsell grauely giuen most straunge appeares to me Till tract of time with open eyes had made me plainely see What subtill sleightes are wrought by painted tales deuise When hollow harts with freendly shewes the simple do entise To thinke all golde that shynes to feede their fond desire Whose sheuering cold is warmd with smoke in steede of flaming fyre Sith talke of tickle trust doth breede a hope most vayne This prouerbe true by profe I find that faire words make fooles fain Faire speeche alway doth well where deedes insue fayre wordes Faire speech again alway doth euill that bushes giue for byrdes Who hopes to haue faire words to trie his luckie lot If I may councell let him strike it while the yron is hot But them that feede on cloddes in steede of pleasaunt grapes And after warning often giuen for better luck still gapes Full loth I am yet must I tell them in wordes playne This prouerbe olde proues true in them that faire words make fooles fayne Wo worth the time that wordes so slowly turne to deedes Wo worth the time that faire sweet flowers are grown to rotten weedes But thrise wo worth the time that truth away is fled Wherein I see how simple harts with wordes are vaynely fed Trust not faire wordes therefore where no deedes doe insue Trust words as skilfull Falkeners do trust Hawkes that neuer flewe Trust deedes let words be words which neuer wrought me gayne Let my experience make you wyse and let words make fooles fayne FJNJS M. Edwardes 8 Jn his extreame sicknesse WHat greeues my bones and makes my body fainte What prickes my flesh and teares my head in twayne Why doe I wake when rest should me attaint When others laugh why do I liue in payne I tosse I turne I chaunge from side to side And stretch me oft in sorrowes linkes betyde I tosse as one betost in waues of care I turne to flye the woes of lothsome lyfe I change to spie if death this corpes might spare I stretch to heauen to rid me of this strife Thus doe I stretch and chaunge and tosse and turne Whyle I in hope of heauen my lyfe do burne Then hold thee still let be thy heauinesse Abolish care forget thy pining woe For by this meanes soone shalt thou finde redresse When oft betost hence thou to heauen must goe Then tosse and turne and tumble franke and free O happy thryse when thou in heauen shalt be FINIS L. Vaux 9. For Christmas day Reioyce reioyce with heart and voyce Jn Christes birth this day reioyce FRom Virgins wombe this day did spring The precious seede that onely saued man This day let man reioyce and sweetely sing Since on this day saluation first began This day did Christ mans soule from death remdite With glorious sainctes to dwell in heauen aboue This day to man came pledge of perfect peace This day to man came loue and vnitie This day mans griefe began for to surcease This day did man receiue a remedie For each offence and euery deadly sinne With guiltie hart that erst he wandred in In Christes flocke let loue be surely plaste From Christes flocke let concord hate expel Of Christes flocke let loue be so embraste As we in Christ and Christ in vs may dwell Christ is the authour of all vnitie 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 sweete delight The ioy of Christes birth this day resight FINIS F. Kindlemarsh 10 For Easter day ALl mortal men this day reioyce in Christ that you redeemed hath By death with deth sing we with voice to him that hath appesd gods wrath Due vnto man for sinfull path wherein before he went astray Giue thankes to him with perfect faith that for man kinde hath made this glorious day This day he rose frō tombe again wherin his precious corse was laid Whom cruelly the Iewes had slaine with bloody wounds ful il araid O man be now no more dismayd if thou henceforth from sin do stay Of death thou needest not be afraide Christ conquered death for this his glorious day His death preuailed had no whit as Paule the Apostle wel doth write Except he had vprisen yet from death to life by Godlike might With most triumphant glittering light This day his glory shined I say and made vs bright as sunne this glorious day O man arise with Christ therfore since he from sin hath made the fre Beware thou fall in sinne no more but rise as Christ did rise for thee So maist 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 quoth Jasper Haywood 11. For Whitsunday COme holy ghost eternall God and ease the wofull greefe That through the heapes of heauy sin can no where find releefe Doe thou O God redresse The great distresse Of sinfull heauinesse Come comfort the afflicted thoughtes of my consumed hart O ryd the pearcing pricking 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 laws O teach me then the way Whereby I may Make thee my onely stay My lippes my tongue my hart and al shall spread thy mighty name My voyce shall neuer cease
all thinges are bounden to obey For all his witte and worthy skill doth fade at length and fal away There is nothing but time doth wast The Heauens the Earth consume at last But Vertue sittes triumphing still vpon the Trone of glorious Fame Though spitefull death mans body kill yet hurts 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 freend SIth this our time of Freendship is so skant Sith Freendship now in euery place doth want Sith euery man of Freendship is so hollowe As no man rightly knowes which way to followe Sease not my Muse sease not in these our dayes To ring loude peales of sacred Freendships prayse If men be now their owne peculier freendes And to their neighbours freendship none pertendes If men of Freendship shewe them selues so bare And of their brethren take no Freendly care Forbeare not then my muse nor feare not then To ring dispraise of these vnfreendly men Did man of Freendship know the mighty power How great effectes it worketh euery houre What store of hidden freendship it retaynes How still it powreth forth aboundant gaines Man would with thee my muse in these our dayes Ring out loude peales of sacred Freendships prayse Freendship releeueth mans necessitie Freendship comforteth mans aduersitie Freendship augmenteth mans prosperitie Freendship preferres man to felicitie Then ring my muse ring out in these our dayes Ring out loude peales of sacred freendships prayse Of Freendship growes loue and charitie By Freendship men are linked in amitie From Freendship springeth all commoditie The fruite of Freendship is fidelitie Oh ring my muse ring out in these our dayes Peale vpon peale of sacred Freendships praise That man with man true freendship may embrace That man to man may shew a freendly face That euery man may sowe 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 FJNJS F. K. 23. Remember thy ende TO be as wise as Cato was or rich as Cresus in his life To haue the strēgth of Hercules which did subdue by force or strife What helpeth it when Death doth call The happy ende exceedeth all The rich may wel the poore releeue the Rulers may redresse ech wrong The learned may good coūsel giue but marke the end of this my song Who doth these thinges happy they call Their happy ende exceedeth all The happiest end in these our dayes that al do seeke both small great Is either for Fame or else for praise or who may sit in highest seate But of these thinges hap what hap shall The happy ende exceedeth all A good beginning ought we see but seeldome standing at one stay For few do like the meane degree their praise at parting some men say The thinges wherto each wight is thrall The happy ende 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 happy 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 Wherfore I thinke and euer shall The happy ende exceedeth all FJNJS D. S. 24. He perswadeth his freend from the fond Affectes of loue WHy art thou bound maist go fre shal reason yeld to raging will Is thraldom like to liberty wilt thou exchange thy good for ill Then shalt thou learne a childish play and of ech part to tash proue The lookers on shal iudge and say loe this is he that liues by loue Thy wits with thoughts shal stand at stay thy head shal haue but heauy rest Thy eies shal watch for wātō praies thy tōgue shal shew thy harts request Thy eares shal here a M. noise thy hād shal put thy pē to pain And in the end thou shalt dispraise thy life so spent for such smal gaine If loue list might euer cope or youth might run in reasons race Or if strōg sute might win sure hope I wold lesse blame a louers case For loue is hot with great desire sweete delight makes youth so fond That little sparks wil proue great fire bring free hartes to endlesse bond First coūt the care then the cost marke what fraude in faith is foūd Thē after come make thy bost shew some cause why thou art boūd For when the wine doth run ful low you shal be faine to drinke the lies And eate the flesh ful well I know that hath ben blowne with many flies We see where great deuotion is the people kneele kisse the crosse And though we find smal fault of this yet sōe wil gilld a bridles bosse A foole his bable will not change not for the septer of a king A louers life is nothing strange for youth delights none other thing FINIS Tho. Churchyard 25. Wanting his desire he complayneth THe sailing ships with ioy at length do touch their long desired port The hewing axe the Oke doth wast the battring Canō breaks the fort Hard hagard haukes stope to the lure wild colts in time the bridle tames There is nothing so out of vre but to his kind long time it frames Yet this I find in time no time can winne my sute Though oft the tree I climbe I can not catch the fruite And yet the pleasant branches oft in yeelding wise to me do bow Whē I would touch they spring aloft soone are they gone I wot not how Thus I present the sleeting floode like Tantalus in hel below Would God my case she vnderstoode which can full soone releeue my woe Which if to her were knowen the fruite were surely mine She would not let me grone and brouse vpon the rine But if my ship with tackle torne with rented sailes must needs retire And streame wind hath plainly sworn by force to hinder my desire Like one that strikes vpon the rocks my weary wracke I shoulde bewayle And learne to know false fortunes mookes who smiles on me to small auaile Yet sith she onely can my rented ship restore To helpe her wracked man but once I seeke no more FJNJS M. Edwards 26. Trye before you truste JN freendes are found a heape of doubts that double dealing vse A swarme of such I could find out whose craft I can accuse A face for loue a hart for hate these faigned freendes can beare A tongue for troth a head for wyles to hurt each simple eare In humble port is poyson pact that plainenesse can not spie Which credites all and can not see where stinging serpents lye Through hastie trust the harmelesse heart is easely hampred in And made beleeue it is good gold when it is lead and tin The first deceit that bleares myne eyes is faigned faith
profest The second trappe is grating talke that gripes each strangers brest The third deceite is greeting wordes with colours painted out Which bids suspect to feare no smart nor dread no dangerous doubt The fourth and last is long repaire which creepes in freendships lap And dayly hauntes that vnder trust deuiseth many a trap Loe how false freendes can frame a fetch to win the wil with wils To sauce their slightes with sugred sops shadow harme with smiles To serue their lustes are sundry sorts by practise diuers kindes Some carries honnie in their mouthes and venime in their mindes Mee thinkes the stones within the streetes should cry out in this case And euery one that doth them meete should shunne their double face FJNJS D. S. 27. A Lady forsaken complayneth JF pleasures be in painfulnes in pleasures doth my body rest If ioyes accord with carefulnes a ioyful hart is in my brest If prison strong is libertie in libertie long haue I bene If ioyes accord with miserie who can compare a life to mine Who can vnbind that is sore bound who can make free that is sore thrall Or how can any meanes be found to comfort such a wretch withall None can but he that hath my hart conuert my paynes to comfort then Yet since his seruant I became most like a bondman haue I beene Since first in bondage I became my words deedes were euer such That neuer once he could me blame except frō louing him too much Which I can iudge no iust offence nor cause that I deserue disdayne Except he mean through false pretēce through forged loue to make a train nay nay alas my fained thoughts my frēded my fained ruth My pleasures past my present plaints shew wel I mean but to much truth But since I can not him attain against my wil I let him goe And least he glory at my paine I will attempt to cloke my woe Youth learn by me but do not proue for I haue proued to my paine What grieuous griefs do grow by loue what it is to loue in vaine FJNJS M. D. 28. Finding worldly ioyes but vanities he wisheth death FOrlorne in filthy froward fate wherein a thousand cares I find By whom I do lament my state annoyd with fond afflicted mind A wretch in woe and dare not cry I liue and yet I wish to die The day in dole that semeth long I pas with sighes heauy cheere And with these eyes I vewe the wrong that I sustaine by liuing here Where my mishaps as rife doo dwell As plagues within the pit of hell A wailing wight I walk alone in desart dennes there to complaine Among the sauage sort to mone I flee my freends wher they remain And pleasure take to shun the sight Where erst I felt my great delight A captiue clapt in chaynes of care lapt in the lawes of lethal loue My flesh and bones consumed bare with crauling greefes full strange to proue Though hap doth bid me hope at least Whyles grasse doth grow yet statues the beast A seeged fort with forrain force for want of aide must yeeld at last So must my weried pined corse submit it selfe to bitter tast Of crauling care that carkes my brest Till hope or death shall breede my rest FJNJS F. M. 29. A replie to M. Edwards MAY. J Read a maying rime of late delighted much my eare It may delight as many moe as it shall reade or heare To see how there is shewed how May is much of price And eke to May when that you may euen so is his aduice It seemes he meant to may himselfe and so to vse his skill For that the time did serue so well in May to haue his will His onely May was ease of mind so farre as I can gesse And that his may his mind did please a man can iudge no lesse And as himselfe did reape the fruites of that his pleasant May He wils his freende the same to vse in time when as he may He is not for him selfe it seemes but wisheth well to all For that he would they should take May in time when it doth fall So vse your May you may it can not hurtfull be And May well vsed in time and place may make you mery gle Modest maying meetest is of this you may be sure A modest maying quietnes to Mayers doth procure Who may and will not take may wish he had so done Who may and it doth take may thinke he tooke too sone So ioyne your May with wisedomes lore and then you may be sure Who makes his May in other sort his vnrest may procure Some May before May come some May when May is past Some make their May to late and some doe May posthast Let wisedome rule I say your May and thus I make an ende And May that when you list to May a good May God you sende FJNJS M. S. 30. Hauing marryed a worthy Lady and taken away by death he complayneth his mishap JN youth when I at large did lead my life in lusty libertie When heuy thoughts no one did spread to let my pleasant fantasy No fortune seemd so hard could fall This freedome then that might make thrall And twenty yeeres I scarse had spent whē to make ful my happy fate Both treasures great were on me cast with lands titles of estate So as more blest their I stoode than Eke as me thought was neuer man For of Dame Fortune who is he could more desire by iust request Then health with wealth and liberty al which at once I this possest But masking in this ioly ioy A soden sight prooud al a toy For passing on these mery dayes with new deuice of pleasures great And now and their to view the rayes of beauties works with cunning feat In heauenly hewes all which as one I oft behelde but bound to none And one day rowling thus my eyes vpon these blessed wights at ease Amongst the rest one did I se who straight my wādring lokes did sease And stayed them firme but such a sight Of beautie yet saw neuer wight What shal I seke to praise it more wher tōgs cānot wel praise the same But to be short to louers lore I straight my sences all did frame And were it wit or were it chaunce I wonne the Garland in this daunce And thus where I before had thought no hap my fortune might encrease A double blis this chāce forth brought so did my ladies loue me please Her faith so firme and constant such As neuer hart can praise too much But now with tormēts strange I tast the fickle stay of fortunes wheele And where shee raised from high to cast with greater force of griefe to feele For from this hap of soden frowne Of Princes face she threw me downe And thus exchange now hath it made by liberty a thing most deare In hatefull prison for to fade where sundred from my louing feare My wealth and health
now heaues to heauen now sinckes againe to hel Thus change in euery thing we see And nothing constant seemes to be Who floweth most in worldly wealth of wealth is most vnsure And he that cheefely tastes of ioy doth sometime woe endure Who vaunteth most of numbred freendes forgoe them al he must The fairest flesh and liuelest bloud is turnd at length to dust Experience giues a certen ground That certen here is nothing found Then trust to that which aye remaines the blisse of heauens aboue Which Time nor Fate nor Wind nor Storme is able to remoue Trust to that sure celestiall rocke that restes in glorious throne That hath bene is and must be still our anker hold alone The world is but a vanitie In heauen seeke we our suretie FINIS F. K. 44. A Vertuous Gentlewoman in the praise of hir loue J Am a Virgin faire and free and freely doe reioyce I sweetely warble sugred notes from siluer voyce For which delightfull ioyes yet thanke I curtesie loue By whose almighty power such sweete delights I proue I walke the pleasant fieldes adornd with liuely greene And view the fragrant flowers most louely to be seene The purple Columbine the Couslippe and the Lillie The Violet sweete the Daizie and Daffadillie The Woodbines on the hedge the red Rose the white And eche fine flowres els that rendreth sweete delight Among the which I choose all those of seemeliest grace In thought resembling them to my deare louers face His louely face I meane whose golden flouring giftes His euer liuing Fame to loftie skie vpliftes Whom louing me I loue onely for vertues sake When vertuously to loue all onely care I take Of al which fresh faire flowres the flower that doth appeare In my conceit most like to him I hold so deare I gather it I kisse it and eke deuise with it Such kind of louely speach as is for louers fit And then of all my flowres I make a garland fine With which my golden wyer heares togither I do twine And sette it on my head so taking that delight That I would take had I my louer still in sight For as in goodly flowres mine eyes great pleasure finde So are my louers giftes most pleasant to my minde Vpon which vertuous giftes I make more sweete repast Then they that for loue sportes the sweetest ioyes do tast FJNJS F. K. 45. Oppressed with sorrow he wisheth death JF Fortune may enforce the carefull hart to cry And griping griefe constraine the wounded wight lament Who then alas to mourne hath greater cause then I Against whose hard mishap both Heauen and earth is bent For whom no helpe remaines for whom no hope is left From whom all happy hap is fled and pleasure quite bereft Whose life naught can prolong whose health naught can procure Whose passed proofe of pleasant ioy Mischaunce hath chaunged to griefes anoy And loe whose hope of better day Is ouer whelmd with long delay Oh hard mishap Ech thing I plainly see whose vertues may auaile To ease the pinching paine which gripes the groning wight By Phisicks sacred skill whose rule doth seldome faile Through labours long inspect is plainly brought to light I know there is no fruite no leafe no roote no rind No hearbe no plant no iuyce no gumme no metal deepely mind No Pearle no precious stone ne Iemme of rare effect Whose vertues learned Gallens bookes at large do not detect Yet all their force can not appease The furious fittes of my disease For any drugge of phisickes art Can ease the greefe that gripes my hart Oh strange disease I heare the wise affirme that Nature hath in store A thousand secrete salues which Wisedome hath out found To coole the scorching heate of euery smarting sore And healeth deepest scarce though greeuous be the wound The auncient prouerbe sayes that none so festred greefe Doth grow for which the gods themselues haue not ordayned releefe But I by proofe do know such prouerbes to be vaine And thinke that nature neuer knew the plague that I sustaine And so not knowing my distresse Hath left my greefe remedilesse For why the heauens for me prepare To liue in thought and dye in care Oh lasting paine By chaunge of ayre I see by hant of healthfull soyle By diet duely kept grose humors are expeld I know that greefes of mind and inwarde hartes turmoyle By faithfull freendes aduise in time may be repeld Yet all this naught auailes to kill that me anoyes I meane to stop these flouds of care that ouerflow my ioyes No none exchange of place can change my lucklesse lot Like one I liue and so must die whom Fortune hath forgot No counsell can preuaile with mee Nor sage aduise with greefe agree For he that feeles the panges of hell Can neuer hope in heauen to dwell Oh deepe despaire What liues on earth but I whose trauaile reapes no gaine The wearied Horse and Oxe install and stable rest The Ante with sommers toyle beares out the winters paine The fowle that flyes all day at night returnes to rest The Ploughmans weary worke amid the winters mire Rewarded is with sommers gaine which yeeldes him double hire The silly labouring soule which drudges from day to day At night his wages truely payd contented goth his way And comming home his drowsie head He cowcheth close in homely bed Wherein no sooner downe he lyes But sleepe hath straight possest his eyes Oh happy man The Souldier biding long the brunt of mortall warres Where life is neuer free from dint of deadly foyle At last comes ioyfull home though mangled all with scarres Where frankly voyde of feare he spends the gotten spoyle The Pirate lying long amid the foming floods With euery flaw in hazard is to loose both life and goods At length findes view of land where wished Porte he spies Which once obtained among his mates he partes the gotten prise Thus euery man from trauaile past Doth reape a iust reward at last But I alone whose troubled minde In seeking rest vnrest doth finde Oh lucklesse lotte Oh cursed caitife wretch whose heauy hard mishappe Doth wish ten thousand times that thou hadst not ben borne Since fate hath thee condemned to liue in sorrowes lappe Where waylings waste thy life of all redresse forlorne What shall thy griefe appease who shall thy torment stay Wilt thou thy selfe with murthering hands enforce thy owne decay No farre be thou from me my selfe to stoppe my breath The gods forbid whom I beseech to worke my ioyes by death For lingring length of lothsome life Doth stirre in me such mortall strife That whiles for life and death I cry In death I liue and liuing dye Oh froward fate Loe here my hard mishap loe here my strange disease Loe here my deepe dispaire loe here my lasting paine Loe here my froward fate which nothing can appease Loe here how others toyle rewarded is with gaine While lucklesse loe I liue in losse of labours due Compeld by
searche what thing is best that might your fancie please Auctour I sent thee forth to see but not so long to bide Though fancie went with thee thou wert my fancies guide Thy message beyng done thou mightst returne againe So Cupid Venus sonne no whit my hart should paine Eye Where fancie beareth swaye there Cupid will be bolde And reason flies away from Cupids shafte of golde If you finde cause thereby some deale of painefull smarte Alas blame not your eye but blame consent of harte Auctour My hart must I excuse and lay the fault on thee Because thy sight did chuse when hart from thought was free Thy sight thus brought consent consent hath bred my grief And grief bids be content with sorrow for relief FJNJS M. Hunnis 61. Finding no ioy he desireth death THe Connie in his caue the Feret doth annoy And fleing thence his life to saue himselfe he doth destroy His Berrie round about beset with Hunters snares So that when he to scape starts out is caught therein vnwares Like choise poore man haue I to bide and rest in Loue Or els from thence to flie as badde a death to proue I see in Loue to rest vnkindnesse doth pursure To rent the hart out of his breast which is a Louer true And if from Loue I start as one that Loue forsakes Then pensiue thoughts my hart doth pearce and so my life it takes Then thus to flie or bide hard is the choise to chuse Since death hath campd trenched eche side saith life now refuse Content I am therefore my life therein to spende And death I take a salue for sore my wearie dayes to ende And thus I you require that faithfull Loue professe When carcas cased is in cheste and body layed on hearse Your brinishe teares to saue such as my corse shall moue And therewith write vpon my graue beholde the force of Loue. FJNJS M. Hunnis Hope well and haue well JN hope the Shipman hoiseth saile in hope of passage good In hope of health the sicke man doth suffer losse of blood In hope the prisoner linckt in chaines hopes libertie to finde Thus hope breds health health breds ease to euery troubled minde In hope desire gets victorie in hope great comfort springs In hope the Louer liues in ioyes he feares no dreadfull stings In hope we liue and may abyde such stormes as are assignde Thus hope breds health health breds case to euery troubled minde In hope we easily suffer harme in hope of future time In hope of fruit the paine seemes sweete that to the tree doth clime In hope of Loue such glory growes as now by proofe I finde That hope breds health heath breds ease to euery troubled minde FJNJS M. Hunnis He requesteth some freendly comfort affirming his constancie THe mountaines hie whose loftie topps doth meete the hautie sky The craggie rocke that to the sea free passage doth deny The aged Oke that doth resist the force of blustring blast The pleasant hearbe that euery where a fragrant smell doth cast The Lions force whose courage stout declares a princelike might The Eagle that for worthinesse is borne of kings in fight The Serpent eke whose poisoned iawes doth belche out venime vile The lothsome Tode that shunneth light and liueth in exile These these I say and thousands more by trackt of time decay And like to time doe quite consume and vade from time to clay But my true hart and seruice vowed shall last time out of minde And still remaines as thine by dome as Cupid hath assignde My faith loe here I vowe to thee my troth thou knowest right well My goods my freends my life is thine what neede I more to tell I am not mine but thine I vowe thy hestes I will obey And serue thee as a seruaunt ought in pleasing if I may And sithe I haue no flying wings to see thee as I wishe Ne sinnes to cut the siluer streames as doth the gliding fishe Wherefore leaue now forgetfulnesse and send againe to me And straine thy azured vaines to write then I may greeting see And thus farewell more deare to me then chiefest friend I haue Whose Loue in hart I minde to shrine till death his fee doe craue FJNJS M. Edwards He complaineth his mishap SHall rigour raigne where ruth hath run shal fansie now forsake Shall fortune lose that fauour won shall not your anger slake Shall hatefull hart be had in you that friendly did pretende Shall slipper thought and faith vntrue that hart of yours defende Shall nature shewe your beautie faire that gentle seemes to bee Shall frowardnesse your fancies heire be of more force then shee Shall now disdaine the dragg of death direct and leade the way Shall all the imps vpon the earth reioyce at my decay Shall this the seruice of my youth haue such reward at last Shall I receiue rigour of ruthe and be from fauour tast Shall I therefore berent my heares with wights that wishe to dye Or shall I bathe my selfe with teares to feede your fickle eye No no I shall in paine lye still with turtle Doue most true And vowe my selfe to witt and will their counsels to ensue Good Ladies all that Louers be and that to be pretende Giue place to witt let reason seeme your enemie to defende Least that you thinke as I haue thought your selfe to striue in vaine And so to be in thraldome brought with me to suffer paine FINIS M. Hunnis No foe to a flatterer J Would it were not as I thinke I would it were not so I am not blinde although I winke I feele what winds doe blowe I know where craft with smiling cheere creps into boldned brest I heare how fained speache speakes faire where hatred is possest I see the Serpent lie and lurcke vnder the greene alowe I see him watch a time to worke his poyson to bestowe In freendly lookes such fraude is found as faith for feare is fled And freendship hath receiude such wound as he is almost ded And hatefull hart with malice great so boiles in cankred minde That flatterie flearing in the face had almost made me blinde But now I see all is not golde that glittereth in the eye Nor yet such freendes as they professe as now by proofe I trye Though secret spight by craft hath made a coate of Panter skin And thinkes to finde me in the shade by sleight to wrap me in Yet God be praised my eye is cleare and can beholde the Sunne When falshood dare not once appeare to ende that he begunne Thus time shall trie the thing amisse which God saue shortly sende And turne the hart that fained is to be a faithfull frende FINIS M. Hunnis His comparison of Loue. THe Spider with great skill doth trauell day by day His lymmes no time lie still to set his house in staie And when he hath it wrought thinking therein to raigne A blaste of winde vnthought doth driue it downe
keepe the payne From her that is so cruell still No no on her worke all your will And let her feele the power of all your might And let her haue her most desire with speede And let her pine away both day and night And let her mone and none lament her needde And let all those that shall her see Despise her state and pittie me FJNIS E. O. Not attayning to his desyre he complayneth J Am not as I seeme to be nor when I smyle I am not glad A thrall although you count me free I most in myrth most pensiue sad I smile to shade my bitter spight as Haniball that sawe in sight His couÌ„try soile with Carthage towne by Romane force defaced downe And Cesar that presented was with noble Pompeis princely head As t were some iudge to rule the cace a floud of teares he semde to shed Although in deede it sprong of ioy yet other thought it was annoy Thus contraries be vsed I finde of wise to cloke the couert minde I Haniball that smiles for grief let you Cesars teares suffice The one that laughs at his mischief the other all for ioy that cries I smile to see me scorned so you weepe for ioy to see me woe And I a hart by Loue slaine dead presents in place of Pompeis head O cruell hap and hard estate that forceth me to loue my fo Accursed be so foule a fate my choise for to prefixe it so So long to fight with secret sore and finde no secret salue therefore Some purge their paine by plaint I finde but I in vain do breath my winde FINIS E. Ox. His minde not quietly setled he writeth thus EVen as the waxe doth melt or dewe consume away Before the Sunne so I behold through carefull thoughts deeay For my best lucke leades me to such sinister state That I doe waste with others Loue that hath my selfe in hate And he that beates the bushe the wished birde not gotts But such I see as sitteth still and holdes the fouling netts The Drone more Honnie sucks that laboureth not at all Then doth the Bee to whose most paine least pleasure doth befall The Gardner sowes the seedes whereof the flowers doe growe And others yet doe gather them that tooke lesse paine I knowe So I the pleasant Grape haue pulled from the Vine And yet I languish in great thirst whiles others drinke the wine Thus like a woefull wight I woue the webb of woe The more I would weede out my cares the more they seme to grow The which betokeneth ioy forsaken is of mee That with the carefull Culuer climes the worne and withered tree To entertaine my thoughtes and there my happ to mone That neuer am lesse idle loe then when I am alone FINIS E. Ox. No ioy Comparable to a quiet minde JN 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 sinfull flesh that beares him here in vewe In steede of life doth dreadfull death pursue The way he seeth by touche of merites grace Wherein to runne alas he gladly would But filthy fleshe his wretched dwelling place Doth so rebell at that which doe he should That silly soule who feeles his heauie neede Can onely will but naught performe in deede The will through grace doth 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 sapp of deadly woo Esteeming showes of fickell fancies knowen And scorning fruite by grace eternall sowen Though eye doth see that death doth swallow all Both life and lust and euery sound delight Yet wretched fleshe through sinne is made so thrall That nought it markes apparent thinges in sight That might him traine to care of better grace Both doth his bale with greedy lust imbrace Then sins desert and all things weare away That nought remaine but fruite of grace or sinne God build in vs such conscience as can say This fruite not mine but sinne that dwelt me in For why to sinne I dayly do in sight That vnto Christ I may reuiue my spright FJNJS ê™ Candish A Complaint IF Cressed in her gadding moode Had not gone to the greekish hoste Where she by Diomede was woode And wonne from him that loude her most She had not fallen to such mischeefe Nor turned Troylus to such greefe Nor Diomede had not vpbrayed To worthy Troylus Cressed spoyle Nor these two worthies had not frayed So oft ech others fame to foyle If Catterwaling Cressed coy Had taried with her loue in Troy No Troians foe nor cruell Greike Had triumphte ouer her good name If she had not gone forth to seeke The Campe where women winne no fame She had bene calde no common Gill If she in Troy had tarryed still She had not knowne the Lazars call With Cuppe and Clap her almes to winne Nor how infectiue scabbe and scall Do cloth the Lepre Ladies skinne She had no such distresse in Troy But honour fauour wealth and ioy Howbeit she could not tarry there But needes forsooth a gadding go To feele the tast of Straungers chere Nise noueltie lo prickt her so She could not hold where she was well But strayed and into ruin fell I pleasure not to blaze her blame Nor chiding cannot mend her mis But all good women by her shame May learne what Catterwaling is For wandring women most men say Cannot be good and goe astray It is not womens excercise To straye or gadde in field or towne Men count them neyther good nor wyse They blot and blemish their renowne They hurt their fame they please their foe And greeues their friend to see them so FINJS Troylus A Replye NO gadding moode but forced strife Compelled me retyre from Troy If Troylus would haue vowde his wife We might haue dwelt in former ioy Ne Diomede nor greekish wight Had sought my blame or his despight If ought the feeble force of mine Could haue withstood the Kingly heast If flowing fluds of stilled rine Had pittie found in Troians brest I had not bene Antenors prise Nor thus bene thrall to noted vise The blome of blame had not bine spread The seede of shame had not bine sowne If Knightly prowes his minde had lead By rightfull force to keepe his owne I had not thralled bine to ill If he in Troy had kept me still My heauie hart and dolefull case Which craues your pitie not your spight Full well you know hath had no place If he had garded well his right I see your curtesie small your store That blaze my plague to make it more You say in Troy I woulde not bee With gadding minde you charge me still When well you knowe that hie decree Did send me forth against my will Sith thus you triumph at my fall Ye ought to tell the cause withall If nought you ioy to blaze my
blame You woulde not hunt for termes of spight Nor faine me cause of all the same Small honour wonne in such a fight For they that noble minded bee Will rue the case and pittie mee I well allowe your finall clause To gadde and runne doth blot the name But lay the fault vnto the cause And graunt him gilthy of the same Who bred the bud that pleased my foe That greeued my friendes and hurt me soe FJNJS Cressida That Loue is requited by disdaine JN searehe of things 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 wrath that doth attend Or want of Parentes wyfe or chylde or losse of faithfull friend The roring of the Canon shot that makes the peece to shake Or terrour such as mighty Ioue from heauen aboue can make All these in fine may not compare experience so doth proue Vnto the tormentes sharpe and straunge of such as be in loue Loue lookes alofte and laughes to scorne all such as greefe 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 disdayne le ts driue a shafte and gaules this bragging foole He pluckes his plumes vnbendes his bowe and sets him new to scoole Whereby this boy that bragged late as conquerour ouer all Now yeeldes himselfe vnto disdayne his Vassall and his thrall FJNJS W. Hunnis ¶ Of a contented state JN welth we see some welthy men abound in welth most welthily In welth we see those men agayn in welth do liue most wretchedly And yet of wealth hauing more store Then earst of wealth they had before These welthy mē do seme to want they seme 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 think but skant Yet not content wo be therefore The simple men that lesse welth haue with lesser welth we se content Content are they twixt welth and scath a life to leade indifferent And thus of wealth these men haue more Then those of which we spoke before FINIS W. Hunnis Being disdayned he complayneth IF friendlesse faith if guiltlesse thought may shielde If simple truth that neuer meant to swearue If deare desire accepted fruite doe yielde If greedy lust in loyall life doth searue Then may my playnt bewayle my heauie harme That seeking calme haue stumbled on the storme My wonted cheare eclipsed by the cloude Of deepe disdayne through errour of report If wearie woe enwrapped in the shrowde Lies slayne by tongue of the vnfriendly sort Yet heauen and earth ayd all that Nature wrought I call to vowe of my vnspotted thought No shade I seeke in parte to shielde my taynte But simple truth I hunt no other sute On that I gape the issue of my plainee If that I quaile let Iustice me confute If that my place amongest the guiltlesse sort Repay by doome my name and good report Go heauie verse pursue desyred grace Where pittie shrinde in cell of secret brest Awaits my haste the rightfull lot to place And lothes to see the guiltlesse man opprest Whose vertues great hath cround her more with fame Then kingly state though largely shine the same FJNJS L. Vaux Of the meane estate THe higher that the Ceder tree vnto the heauens doe grow The more in daunger is the top when sturdy winds gan blowe Who Iudges then in princely throne to be deuoyde of hate Doth not yet know what heapes of ill lies hid in such estate Such dangers great such gripes of mind such toyle doe they sustain That often times of God they wish to be vnkingd agayn For as the huge and mighty rockes withstand the raging seas So kingdomes in subiection be whereas dame Fortune please Of brittle ioy of smiling cheare of hunny mixt with gall Alotted is to euery prince in freedome to be thrall What watches long what sleepes vnsure what greefe care of mind What bitter broiles what endles toiles to kingdomes be assignd The subiect then may well compare with prince for plesant dayes Whose silent nigh brings quiet rest whose steps no storme bewrayes 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 ler vs lift vp our hartes and pray amayn That euery Prince that he hath plaste may long in quiet raigne FJNIS W. H. Of a contentcd minde VVHen all is done and sayd in the end thus shall you finde The most of all doth bath in blisse that hath a quiet minde And cleare from worldly cares to deeme can be content The sweetest time of all this life in thinking to be spent The body subiect is to fickle fortunes power And to a million of mishapps is casuall euery hower And death in time doth chaunge it to a clodde of clay When as the minde which is deuine runnes neuer to decay Companion none is like vnto the minde alone For many haue bene harmd by speech through thinking few or none Few often times restraineth wordes but makes no thoughts to cease And ste he speakes best that hath the skill when for to hold his peace Our wealth leaues vs at death our kinsmen at the graue But vertues of the mynde vnto the heauens with vs haue Wherefore for vertues sake I can be well content The sweetest time of all my life to decine in thinking spent FINIS L. Vaux Trie before you trust TO counsell my estate abandonde to the spoyle Of forged friendes whose grosest fraude it set with finest foyle To verifie true dealing wightes whose trust no treason dreades And all to deare thacquaintaunce be of such most harmefull heads I am aduised thus who so doth friend friend so As though to morrow next he feared for to become a fo To haue a fayned friend no perrill like I finde Oft flering face may mantell best a mischeefe in the minde A payre of Aungels eares oft times doth hide a serpentes hearte Vnder whose gripes who so doth come to late bewayles the smart Wherefore I doe aduise who so doth friend friend so As though to morrow next he should become a mortall fo Refuse respecting friendes that courtly know to fayne For gold that winnes for golde shall lose the self same friend agayne The Quayle needes neuer feare in Fowlers nets to fall If he would neuer bend his eare to listen to his call Therefore trust not to soone but when you friend friend so As though to morrow next ye fearde for to become a fo FJNJS L. Vaux He renounceth all the affectes of Loue. LIke as the Hart that lifteth vp his eares To heare the houndes that hath him in the chase Doth cast the winde in daungers and in feares With flying foote to passe away apace
THE PARADYSE of daintie Deuises Contayning sundrie pithie preceptes learned Counsels and excellent Inuentions right pleasaunt and profitable for all estates Deuised and written for the most part by M. Edwards sometimes of her Maiesties Chappell the rest by sundrye learned Gentlemen both of Honour and Worship whose names hereafter followe EGO SVM VIA ET VERITAS Imprinted at London by Henrye Dizle dwelling in Pater noster rowe and are to be solde at his Shoppe in Cannons lane neare the great North Dore of S. Paules Church 1580. IE NE CHERCHE Q'VNE The names of those who wrote these Deuises Saint Barnard E. O. Lord Vaux the elder W. Hunis Jasper Heywood F. Kindlemarsh D. Sand. M. Yloop. To the Right Honourable Syr Henry Compton Knight Lorde Compton of Compton RIGHT HONORABLE AND MY very good Lord presuming vpon your courtesy I am bolde to present vnto your Honour this small volume Entituled The Paradice of daintie Deuises being penned by diuers learned Gentlemen and collected togither through the trauaile of one both of worship and credite for his priuate vse who not long since departed this life which when I had perused ouer not without the aduise of sundry my friendes I determined by their good motion to set them in print who therevnto greatly perswaded mee with these and like wordes The writers of them were both of honour and worship besydes that our owne countreymen and such as for their learning and grauitie might be accounted of among the wisest Furthermore the ditties both pithie and pleasaunt as well for the inuention as meeter and will yeelde a farre greater delight being as they are so aptly made to be sette to any song in 5. partes or song to instrument Which well considering I purposed not to forsake so good an occasion beseching your honor to accept in good part cheefelye for the Authours sake who though some of them are departed this life yet their worthy doings shall continue for euer for like as the shadow followeth the body so praise followeth vertue and as the shadowe goeth sometimes before and sometimes behinde so doeth praise also to vertue but the later it cōmeth the greater it is and to be the better esteemed Thus fearing to offend your Honor with these my rude speeches I end wishing your L. many yeres of ioy Your good Lordships wholy to commaund H. D. The translation of the blessed S. Barnards Verses conteining the vnstable felicitie of this wayfaring world CVR mundus militat sub vana gloria cuius prosperitas est transitoria Tam cito labitur eius potentia quam vasa figuli que sunt fragilia VVHY doeth each state applie it selfe to worldly praise And vndertake such toyle to heape vp honours gayne Whose seate though seeming sure on fickle Fortune stayes Whose giftes were neuer proued perpetuall to remayne But euen as earthen pot with euery fillip fayles So fortunes fauour flits and Fame with Honour quayles Plus crede litteris scriptis in glacie quam mundi fragilis vanae fallasiae Fallax in premijs virtutis specie que nunquam habuit tempus siducie Thinke rather firme to fynde a figure grauen in yse Whose substaunce subiect is to heate of shyning sunne Then hope for stedfast stay in wanton worlds deuise Whose faigned fond delightes from falsheads forge doe come And vnder Vertues veyle are largely dealt about Deceiuing those who thinke their date will neuer out Magis credendum est viris fallacibus quam mundi miseris prosperitatibus Falsis insanijs voluptatibus falsis quoquae studiis vanitatibus The trifeling truthlesse tongue of rumours lying lippes Deserues more trust then doth the highest happy hap That world to worldlinges giues for see how honour slippes To foolish fond conceites to pleasures poysoned sap To studies false in proofe to artes applied to gaine To fickle fancies toyes which wisedome deemeth vaine Dic vbi Salomon olim tam nobilis vel vbi Sampson est dux inuincibilis Vel dulcis Jonathas multum amabilis vel purcher Absolon vultu mirabilis Where is the sacred King that Salomon the wise Who wisedome former time of duety did commend Where is that Sampson strong that monstrous man in size Whose forced arme did cause the mighty pillers bend Where is the Pearelesse Prince the friendly Ionathas Or Absolon whose shape and fauour did surpasse Quo Caesar abijt celsus imperio vel diues splendidus totus in prandio Dic vbi Tullius clarus elloquio vel Aristoteles summus ingenio Where is that Casar now whose high renowned fame Of sondry conquestes wonne throughout the world did sound Or Diues rich in store and rich in richely name Whose chest with Golde and dishe with daynties did abound Where is the passing grace of Tullies pleading skill Or Aristottles vayne whose penne had witte and will O esca vermium ò massa pulueris ò ros ò vanitas cur sic extolleris Jgnoras penitus vtrū cras vixeris fac bonum omnibus quam diu poteris O foode of filthie worme oh lumpe of lochsome clay O life full like the dew which morning soone doth waste O shadow vayne whose shape with sonne doth shrinke away Why gloryest thou so much in honour to be plaste Sith that no certaine hower of life thou doest enioy Most fit it were thy time to goodnesse to imploy Quam breue festū est haec mundi gloria vt vmbra hominū sic eius gaudia Quae semper subtrahit aeterna praemia ducunt hominum at dura deuia How short a banquet seemes the pompe of high renowne How like the sencelesse shape of shiuering shadow thine Are wanton worldly toyes whose pleasure plucketh downe Our harts from hope hands from works which heauen should win And takes vs from the trod which guides to endlesse gayne And sets vs in the way that leades to lasting payne Haec mundi gloria quae magni penditur sacris in litteris slos faeni dicitur Vt leue folium quod vento rapitur sic vita hominum hac vita tollitur The pompe of worldly praise which worldlinges hold so deare In holy sacret booke is likened to a flower Whose date doth not contayne a weeke a month or yeare But springing now doth fade agayne within an hower And as the lightest leafe with wind about is throwne So light is life of man and lightly hence is blowne FINIS My lucke is losse 1. Our pleasures are vantiies BEholde the blast which blowes the blossomes from the tree The ende whereof consumes and comes to nought we see Ere thou therefore be blowne from lyfe that may not last Begin for grace to call for time mispent and past Haue minde on brittle life whose pleasures are but vayne On death likewise bethinke how thou shalt not remayne And feare thy Lord to greeue which sought thy soule to saue To sinne no more be bent but mercy aske and haue For death who doth not spare the kings on earth to kill Shall reape also from thee thy