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A feast full of sad cheere vvhere griefes are all on heape: where sollace is full deere, and sorrowes are good cheape.
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Churchyard, Thomas, 1520?-1604.
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1592
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A Feast full of sad cheere Where griefes are all on heape Where sollace is full deere And sorrowes are good cheape At London Printed for William Holme and are to be sold at his shoppe neere the great North doore of Paules 1592. To the Right Worshipfull my most worthy affectionate friend Maister Iohn Stannop one of the Queenes Maiesties Priuie Chamber Post-maister of England Thomas Church-yard wisheth much hap great health with great prosperity and increase of desired credite I AM BOLD RIGHT VVORshipfull on the generall report of good people and great commendation that the worthiest sort giues you besides mine own affection to present a fewe sorrowfull verses vnto your protection and iudgement And the rather moued to write of some sad inuention because I neuer knewe you delight in light or wanton discourses Many times I haue beheld the eeuen carriage of your behauiour and good inclination towards vertuous exercises studies that many wayes produced as much benefite to those you fauour as procured profit and commoditie to your selfe a naturall disposition of a good minde necessary to bee about Princes and a blessednes that in these dayes is not common among men And for feare I should runne too far in those causes by manifest speeches which is not commonly allowed I desire no more in you but a continuance of goodnes and those vertues rehearsed and so fall I to my purposed matter The troth is good Sir in the long pilgrimage of mine I purchased many good friendes requisite for my infortunat life which friends did no soner encrease but in a manner as quickly went away either by death or some vnwelcome accident and loozing dayly one or an other that stood mee in great steede I bethought me ouer-often on my great losse so shaping a kinde of lamentation in that behalfe to expresse the want of such friendes I presumed to offer you this simple Pamphlet as a testimony to be thankfull to those that did me pleasure the Bishop of Oxford one of the chiefest and to keepe their fauour I honour and loue who now are aliue This trifle in verse is named A Feast of sad cheere because the best banquets I can make to my friendes is but bare Tragedies Epitaphes or such bitter fruite as sewe doe feede on and many takes no taste in the sowrnes of my delicates so little delights a multitude And indeed Syr now I am left voyd of al prouision and am compelled to present such things as comes next to my hande because a Booke called my Challenge dedicated to the honorable Maister Secretarie Wolley hath caried away most or all together of my other conceits yet my hope is this little recreation that I offer you shall be as well accepted as though I could haue feasted you with a finer Banquet for you knowing mine abilitie in furniture and knowledge I trust you will take well in worth what of good will I am able to bring Thus wishing you much harts ease worldly hap and heauenlie felicitie I take my leaue desiring you with fauour to reade that which followeth The Epitaphe of the Right honorable the Earle of Worster that last died Knight of the most honorable order of the Garter NO day so cleere but brings at length darke night Faire flowers doe fade as fast as they doe groe No torch nor lampe but burnes away their light Sunne shines awhile then vnder clowde doth goe The lyfe of man is heere compared so It lasts a space till borrowed breath be paid And then cold corse in Tombe or graue is laid No honor wealth nor force nor wisedomes lore Nor famous praise Prolongs our daies VVhen Death drawes neere and man may liue no more The greatest Kings are onely borne to die Like poorest men their passage hence they take And noble Earles that sits in honor hie And all estates of life an end must make Yet waile I will for worthy Worsters sake His loyall loue to Prince and Country such As in our age can not be praisd too much In Wales well likt in England honord still For lordly minde And hart most kinde To all his friendes which wan the worlds good will Brought vp in Court among the Princely sort Of manner milde as his estate might forde Held stately house with traine and princely port Right spare of speech yet wise and waer in word Most glad of guestes and pleasant at his boord Full franck and free where things were nobly spent To each degree of nature throw-well bent As though a spring in Ragland Castle were To pleasure those That bounty knowes And had desire to draw sweet water there This Earle had ioy to haue his stable fild With faire great Horse that were for seruice fit And was himselfe in ryding as well skild As any man that myght in saddle sit Could vse the Horse with euery kinde of bit On horse and hound had much desire to looke In building to a great delight he tooke In all good gifts and artes had sure some sight Like noble man That now and than Could passe off time with matters graue or light And whan best proofe of him good people had A sicknes came and tooke him hence in hast The newes whereof makes friends neighbors sad Who hopes his soule the heauens haue imbrast Loe Lordings all how heere our time we waste Our daies are short our race is quickly run We slip away like shadow in the Sun To day on foote to morrow downe in graue From world we goe Both hie and loe All Adams seede no better surety haue FINIS THE EPITAPH OF the Right honorable Sir Iames Acrofft late Controller of the Queenes Maiesties Housholde IF world were waxt vnkind and would forget what heere is done And cleane weare out of mind the doubtful race that men do run True writers should reuiue time past for feare old age would rust And some young heads aliue would burie vertue in the dust VVhere are our famous Kings the shepheards of our English heard That conquerd many things and made our enemies all affeard Our world remembers none with princely Tombes or blast of praise They are no sooner gone but their renowne in world decayes Their Counsellers likewise whose wisedome held vp tottring state Once dead we doe despise we beare in breast such hart borne hate Thus world is worse then nought his care and iudgement is so small It neuer takes no thought for nothing heere that may befall But God that all doth see and giues man grace and gift of pen Of late hath moued mee with verse to honour worthy men Than come Syr Iames Acrofft a Knight who serud 4 princes great Who Fortune fauourd oft and who sate long in Senate seate Who was a while vizroy and then of Wales vizpresdent to Did many roomes enioy which none aliue may easily doe Come take the Crowne Ciuicque that Caesar gaue for true renowne Not one may weare the like in warlike fielde or walled Towne But those that
beares in brest to Country such great loue and zeale As still they doe their best to serue both Prince Common-weale Let Fraunce Scotland both and Ireland shew in louing sort His duety and his troth bid all those Realmes yeeld true report And tell me who can say now borne in this our Brittish soyle He passed cleere this day through such great roomes without some foyle And last in Court of all Sir Iames Acroffts Controller was That credite i 〈…〉 ot small that place through many perrils passe Yet that and 〈◊〉 he rest of honors he possessed heere Fild neyther purse nor chest for he bought all those honors deere VVith losse of time and wealth and dreadfull dangers day and night To hazard life and health and all he had for Countryes right Yea in his brauest boast when he in greatest fauour stood And profits deserud most the Princes died should doe him good Saue one a Queene most rare to whom great God great grace dooth send Tooke of his case som care thought to help him in the end But ere the comfort came his blaze and candle cleane went out And meeke milde as lambe that doth no death nor danger doubt He tooke his last farewell and so lost life lands goods and all To her he serued well so long as he was at her call Loe what mishaps men haue to rise and rule and gouerne mych Yet going to their graue the world may see they die not rych A signe they had no hord but had their hope in Prince and troth By seruice and by sword to purchase fame and treasure both Now lowe in earth he lies that hie did sit and beare great sway Tyll he and wee shall rise and heare our doome at Iudgement day FINIS Sir William Winter Knight his Epitaphe WHat mourning verse or careful cries shal serue where sadnes floes Where soking sighes and blobred eyes a world of sorrowe shoes Be still and mute ô house of ioy giue groning griefe some place Turne sollace sweet to sowre annoy that soone is scene in face Let gladsome mirth goe where it please make woe a welcome guest Bid each delight and wished ease dislodge from troubled brest Let sports and pleasures silent be and name no earthly blis For heauy harts doe best agree where death and dollor is So if you shape your selues to heare what did by death befall This verse may chaunce to change your cheare make you mourne withall A knight here lies but late aliue who purchast pereles praise Who nobly long for fame did striue by seruise sundry waise On sea and land a happy man that bore a Lyons hart Who honor wealth worship wan throw sword and due desart His skill and councell gaue great grace where martial people were And where he shewd his manly face he put his foes in feare A victor that brought conquest home from many a fight and field A Champion that in hard attempts had rather die then yield A chieftain oft that might commaund both ships men good store A gallant guide that throw would goe and leade them all before His presence promisd good successe of all he tooke in hand A cheerefull comfort in distresse a lode-star of our Lande A worthy that had great regard of charge and liues of men A wight in world right well preferd by sword but not by pen. Most graue of words and stout of mind ful constant firme and fast Not turnd like weltring waues with wind nor sturd by storme or blast A targe of proofe to publique state of iudgement deepe and great That could of Countries weale debate like Sage in Senate seate A sparke of Mars by speech lookes wherein the world might spy A warlike mind a worthy head a hart and courage hye His seruice last on sea declard what kinde of man he was Whose worth is of as great regard as gold is from the glasse VVhat want of him haue we the while to leese this Iewell now VVhose valour showne amid this Ile lyke pearle in princely brow Come Souldiours then with drum and fife and sound his deere adue Lament the losse of Winters life in black sad mourning hue Come Captaines all both rich and poore with shot Armor bright And traile your Collours on the flowre in honor of this Knight Come wofull babes come sun and ayre cast off your garments gay And clap on robes of deepe dispaire to waile this dismall day Cold death hath doone vs all this wrong by griefe that body bred For Winter might haue liued long and had not now beene dead If Death gaue not consent thereto that lyes like priuie watch But loe what Cannon could not doe Death made thereof dispatch Yet at the brūt of all this broyle whē conscience cast account How soone the life should leaue this soile and where the soule should mount He held vp hands with staied thought to highest clowdes aboue And so set all the world at nought and died as meeke as Doue We hope the heauens haue embrast the soule we could not keepe And that by grace is Winter plast in Abrams brest to sleepe FINIS The good Maister VVilliam Holstocks Epitaph Controller of the Queenes Maiesties Nauie MVse not to see this man in Tombe all flesh to graue must goe Death calls for life ere day of doome to pay the debt we owe. 〈◊〉 went from world when worlds good wil embrast him eu'ry where For whom his friends sits wayling still and sheds full many a teare What taketh breath and life must die the best and worst takes leaue What comes from earth in earth must lie els we our selues deceaue Then worldlings waile the dead no more he liues dwels in skye For Holstocke did but goe before to learne vs all to die In youth this forward Martiall man was still in seruice great Where he much fame and credite wan through many a warlike feate In age his care of Country such as he lou'd nothing more Whereon he could not talke too much if cause fel out therefore Hys courage alwaies him prefard whiles he in world did liue To worthy place of great regard which Prince did freely giue As he increast to wished wealth or worship through desart He shewd in sicknes and in health a cheerefull librall hart Held house and plentious table still full long and many a yeere Did welcome guests with great good wil that came to tast his cheere Made much of all good vertuous men and what so ere befell Was glad and pleasant now and then with those he liked well Full wise in deede and waer of word and carefull of his charge And alwaies free and francke at boord where his expence was large Belou'd and praisd of poore and rich and prayd for sundry waies Good Holstocke shall be missed much in these hard needy daies A conscience cleere a fayth most fearme a currant stampe of truth Kept touch and promise time and tearme fearde God in age