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A21162	The paradyse of daynty deuises Conteyning sundry pithy preceptes, learned counsels, and excellent inuentions, right pleasant and profitable for all estates. Deuised and written for the most part, by M. Edwardes, sometimes of her Maiesties Chappell: the rest, by sundry learned gentlemen, both of honor, and worship, whose names hereafter folowe.; Paradise of daynty devises	Edwards, Richard, 1523?-1566.	1578 (1578)	STC 7517; ESTC S111775	54,585	90

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 and vse your MAY with skill Vse MAY whyle 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 FINIS M. Edwardes 7. Faire words make fooles faine JN youthful 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 askt vpon my knnee Who blessing me with trembling hand these words gan say to me My sonne God guide thy way and shild 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 fleightes are wrought by painted tales deuise When hollow harts with freendly shewes the simple do entise To thinke all gold that shines to feede their fond desire Whose sheuering cold is warmde with smoke in stead of flaming fire Sith talke of tickle trust dooth breede a hope most vayne This prouerbe true by profe I find that faire words make fooles fain Faire speach alway doth wel where deedes insue faire words Faire speach agayn alway dooth euill that bushes giues for birdes Who hopes to haue faire words to trye his lucky lot If I may counsell let him strike it whyle the iron is hot But them that feede on cloddes in stead of pleasant grapes And after warning often giuen for better lucke still gapes Ful loth I am yet must I tel them in words playne This prouerbe old proues true in them that faire words makes fooles fayne Wo worth the time that words so slowly turne to deedes Wo worth the time the faire swete flouers are growen to rotten weedes But thrise wo worth the time that truth away is fled Wherein I see how simple harts with words are vaynely fed Trust not faire words therfore Where no deedes do ensue Trust words as skilful falkeners do trust Haukes that neuer flewe Trust deedes let words be words which neuer wrought me gaine Let my experience make you wise and let words make foles faine FINIS M. Edwardes 8. In his extreame sicknesse WHat greeues my bones and makes my body faint 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 sorowes linkes betyde I tosse as one betost in waues of care I turne to flee the woes of lothsome life I change to spy if death this corpes might spare I stretch to heauen to ridde me of this strife Thus doe I stretch and change and tosse and turne Whyle I in hope of heauen my life do burne Then hold the still let be thy heauinesse Abolish care forgeat thy pining woe For by this meanes soone shalt thou find 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 In Christes birth this day reioyce FRom Virgins wombe this day did spring The precious seede that only saued man This day let man reioyce and sweetely sing Since on this day saluacion first began This day did Christ man soule from death remoue With glorious saintes 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 dwel Christ is the authour of all vnitie From whence proceedeth all felicitie O sing vnto this glittering glorious king O prayse 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 dcy. ALl mortal men this day reioice in Christe that you redemed hath By death with death sing we with voice to him that hath appesd gods wrath Due vnto man for sinful 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 blooddy wounds ful il araid O man be now no more dismaid if thou henceforth from sin do stay Of death thou needest not be afraide Christe conquered death for thys his glorious day His death preuailed had not whitt 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 glorye shined I say and made vs brighte as sunne thys glorious day O man arise with Christ therfore since he from sin hath made thee 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 qoth Iasper 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 Doo thou O God redresse The great distresse Of sinful heauinesse Come comfort the afflicted thoughtes of my consumed hart O ryd the pearcing pricking paynes 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 to sound the prayses of the same Yea euery liuing thing Shall sweetely sing To thee O heauenly king FINIS F. K. 12. No pleasure without some payne SWeete were the ioyes that both might like and last Strange were the state exempt from all distresse Happy the life that no mishap should tost Blessed

THE PARADYSE of daynty deuises Conteyning sundry pithy preceptes learned Counsels and excellent inuentions right pleasant and profitable for all estates Deuised and written for the most part by M. Edwardes sometimes of her Maiesties Chappell the rest by sundry learned Gentlemen both of honor and worship whose names hereafter folowe EGO SVM VIA ET VERITAS Jmprinted at London by Henry Disle dwelling in Paules Churchyard at the Southwest doore of Saint Paules Church and are there to be solde 1578. IE NE CHERCHE Q'VNE Saint Barnard E. O. Lord Vaux the elder VV. Hunis Iasper Heyvvod F. Kindlemarsh D. Sand. M. Yloop. TO THE RIGHT HOnorable Sir Henry Compton Knight Lord Compton of Compton RIGHT HONORABLE AND my verye good Lord presuming vpon your curtesy I am bolde to present vnto your honor this smale volume Entituled The Paradise of deyntye deuises being penned by diuers learned Gentlemen and collected togeather through the trauell of one both of vvorshippe and credite for his priuate vse who not long sine departed this life vvhich vvhen I had perused ouer not vvithout the aduise of sundry my freendes I determined by their good motion to set thē in print who therunto greatlye perswaded me vvith these and like vvords The vvryters of them were both of honor and worshippe besides that our ovvne country men and such as for their learning and grauitie might be accompted of among the wisest Furthermore the dittis both pithy pleasant as wel for the inuentiō as meter and vvill 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 VVhich well considering I porposed not to forsake so good an occasion beseching your honor to accept it in good parte cheefely for the authours sake who thoughe some of them are departed this life yet their worthy doings shall continue for euer for like as the shadow folovveth the body so praise foloweth vertue and as the shadow goeth somtimes before and sometimes behind so doth praise also to vertue but the later it commeth the greater it is to be the better esteemed Thus fearing to offend your honor with these my rude speaches I ende wishing your L. many yeeres 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 figula que sunt fragilia WHY dooth eache state apply it selfe to worldly prayse 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 glacia quam mundi fragilis venae fallabiae Fallsax in premijs vertutis specie que nunquam habuit tempus fiduciae Thinke rather firme to find a figure grauen in Ise Whose substance subiect is to heate of shining sunne Then hope for stedfast stay in wanton worlds deuise Whose fayned fond delightes from falshed forge doo come And vnder Vertues veyle are largely dealt about Deceiuing those who thinke their date will neuer out Magis credendū est viris fallacibus quam mundi miseris prosperitatibus Falsis insanijs voluptatibus falsis quoquae studijs vanitatibus The trifeling truthles tongue of rumours lying lippes Deserues more trust then dooth the highest happy hap That world to worldlinges giues for see how honour slippes To foolish fond conceytes to pleasures poysoned sap To studyes false in proofe to artes applied to gayne To fickle fancies toyes which wisedome deemeth vayne Dic vbi Salomon olim tam nobilis vel vbi Sampson est dux inuincibilis Vel dulcis Ionathas multum amabilis vel pulcher Absoln vultu mirabilis Where is the sacred king that Salomon the wise Whose wysedome former time of duety did commend Where is that Sampson strong that monstrous man in syze Whose forced arme dyd cause the mighty pillers bend Where is the pearles Prince the freendly Ionathas Or Absolon whose shape and fauour did surpasse Quo Caesar abijt celsus imperio vel diues splendidus totus in prandio Dic vbi Tullius clarus eloquio vel Aristoteles summus ingenio Where is that Caesar now whose high renowmed fame Of sundry conquestes wonne through out the world did sound Or Diues rich in store and rich in richly name Whose chest with gold and dishe with daynties did abound Where is the passing grace of Tullies pleding skill Or Aristotles vayne whose pen had witte and will O esca vermium ò massa pulueris ò ros ò vanitas cur sic extolleris Ignoras penitus vtrū cras vixeris fac bonum omnibus quam diu poteris O foode of filthy worme oh lump of lothsome clay O life ful like the dewe which morning sunne doth wast O shadow vayne whose shape with sunne dooth shrinke away Why gloriest thou so much in honour to be plaste Sith that no certayne houre of life thou doste enioy Most fyt it were thy time to goodnesse to employ Quam breue festū est haec mundi gloria vt vmbra hominū sic eius gaudia Que semper subtrahit aeterna praemia ducunt hominum ad dura eruia How short a banquet seemes the pomp of high renowne How like the senseles 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 enlesse gayne And sets vs in the way that leades to lasting payne Haec mundi gloria quae magni penditur sacris in litteris flos faeni dicitur Vt leue folium quod vento rapitur sic vita hominum hac vita tollitur The pompe of worldly prayse which worldlings hold so déere In holy sacred booke is likened to a flowre Whose date dooth not conteyne a weeke a moonth or yeere But springing now dooth fade againe within an houre And as the lightest leafe with wind about is throwne So light is life of man and lightly hence is blowne FINIS My luke is losse 1. Our pleasures are vanities BEholde the blast which blowes the blossomes from the tree The end whereof consumes and comes to nought we see Ere thou therefore be blowen from life that may not last Begin for grace to call for time mispent and past Haue mind on brittle lyfe whose pleasures are but vayne On death likewise bethinke how thou maiest 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 dooth not spare the kings on earth to kill Shall reape also from thee thy pleasure life and will That lyfe which yet remaynes and in thy