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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

with folly kept me blind Yet as the Egle casts her bill whereby her age renueth So Lorde with mercie doe forgiue the follies of my youth FINIS M. Hunnis No pleasure without some paine HOw can the tree but wast and wither awaie That hath not sometyme comforte of the Sunne How can that flower but fade and sone decaie That alwaies is with darcke clouds runne Is this a life naye death you maie it call That feeles eche paine and knoweth no ioye 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 hym that is alone Is this a life naye death you maie it call That féeles eche paine and knowes no ioy at all Wherto serue eares if that there be no sound Or suche a head where no deuise doeth growe But all of plaints since sorrowe is the grounde Whereby the harte doeth pine in deadlie woe Is this a life naye death you maie it call That feles eche paine and knowes no ioy at al. FINIS L. Vaux The fruite of feined frendes IN choise of frends what hap had I to chuse one of Cirēs kind whose harp whose pipe whose melody could fede my ears make me blind Whose pleasant voice made me forget that in sure trust is gret deceit In trust I see is treason founde and man to man deceitfull is And whereas treasure doeth abounde of flatterers there doe not misse Whose painted speache outward show do seme as frends be not so Would I haue thought in thee to be the nature of the Crocadill Whiche if a man a slepe maie see with bloudie thirst desires to kill And then with teares a while gan wepe the death of him thus slain a slepe O fauell false thou traitor borne what mischief more might thou deuise Then thy deare frend to haue in scorne hym to wound in sundry wise Whiche still a frende pretends to bee and are not so by proofe I see Fie fie vpon suche trecherie W. H. If suche false Shippes doe haunte the shore Strike doune the saile and trust no more M. Edwardes A dialogue betwene a Gentleman and his Loue. A. SHall I no waie winne you to graunt my desire B. What woman will graunt you the thyng 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 saie not so B. To Loue you beste I must saie no A. Yet will I not flitt B. then plaie 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 awaie B. Swift hauks in their fliyng oft tymes misse their praie 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 plaie 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 saiyngs I sure knowe not how A. Moste truthe I meane as tyme shall well trie B. No truthe in men I ofte espie A. Yet will I not flitt B. then plaie 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 maie saie naie and meane Loue moste 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 sone dispatche you you shall not come there A. Some speds at length that ofte haue miste B. I am well armde come when you liste A. Yet will I not flitt B. then plaie 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 frendly as I shall you proue A. Moste true you shall finde me I this doe protest B. Then sure you shall binde me to graunte your request A. O happie threede now haue I spunne B. You syng before the conquest wonne A. Why then will you swarue B. euen as you desarue A Loue still B. I will A. yet kill not B. I will not A. Make me your man B. come to me than FINIS M. Edwardes Exclamyng vpon his vnkinde Loue his frende replieth wittely M. WHat death maie bee compared to Loue H. What grief therein now doest thou proue M. My paines alas who can expresse H. I see no cause of heauinesse M. My Ladies looks my woe hath wrought H. Then blame thyne eyes that firste 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 must I Loue although I smarte H. With her owne sworde thou slaiest thy hart M. Suche pleasaunt baits who can refraine H. Suche baits will sure breede thee greate paine M. What shall I doe than H. Come out and thou can M. Alas I die H. what remedie M. Her golden beames myne eyes doe daze H. Vpon the Sunne thou maiest not gaze M. She might reward my cruell smarte H. She thinks thou hardst a fained harte M. She laughs to heare my wofull cries H. Forsake her then in tyme bee wise M. No no alas that maie 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. Suche are the fruits 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 hym self 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 FINIS E. S. The complaint of a Louer wearyng Blacke and Taunie A Croune of Baies shall that man weare That triumphs ouer me For Blacke and Taunie will I weare Whiche mournyng coulers bee The more I followe on the more she fled awaie As Daphne did full long agoe Apollos wishfull praie The more my plaints resounde the lesse she pities me The more I sought the lesse

paper penne and ynke this prouerbe 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 sh●e 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 frendes renuing is of loue She sayd that neither king ne prince ne lord could liue aright Vntil their puissaunce the did proue their manhod and their might When manhode shal be matched so that feare can take no place Then weary workes make warriours each other to embrace And leaued their forse that fayled 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 faith ful freendes renuing is of loue She sayd she saw no fishe ne foule nor beast within her haunt That mett a stranger in their kind but could giue it a taunt Since fleshe might not endure but rest must wrath succede And forse 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 wel behoue The falling out of faithful frendes 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 knele some crouch some beck some chek some can 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 faithful freends is the renuing of loue FINIS M. Edwardes 43. Thinke to dye THe life is long which lothsomly doth last The doleful dayes draw slowly to their date The present panges and painful plages sorepast Yeldes grefe aye grene 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 he praysed I am well taught to know From whence man came and eke whereto he must And by the waye vpon how feeble force His terme doth stand till death doth end his course The pleasant yeeres that seemes so sweetely ronne The mery dayes to ende so fast that flete The ioyfull wightes of which dayes drawes so sone The happy howres which 〈◊〉 do misse then mete 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 wherin onely himselfe doth knowe If man would mind what burdeins 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 al it yelds 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 disolued 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 care and se but say the best If thou delight in quietnes of life Desire to shoun from bralls debate and strife To liue in loue with god with frend 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 ge eue But say for truth of happy liues assind The best hath he that quiet is in mind FINIS M. Hunnis 52. Beeing forsaken of his frend he complaineth WHy should I lenger long to liue In this desease of fantasie Sins fortune doth not cease to giue Thinges to my mind most contrarie And at my ioyes doth lowre and frowne Till she hath tourned them vpsidowne A freende I had to me most deere And of long time faithfull and iust There was no one my hart so neere Nor one in whome 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 faste The water streame should passe awrie The winds should leaue their strength of blast The Sunne and Moone by one assent Should both forsake the firmament The fishe in ayre should flye with finne The foules in floud should bring forth fry All thinges methinkes should erst beginne To take their course vnnaturally Afore my frend 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. 53. Prudens The history of Damacles Dionise WHo so is set in princely throne and craueth rule to beare Is still beset on euery side with peril and with feare High trees by stormy windes are shakt and rent vp from the ground And flashy flackes of lightning flames on turrets do rebound When little shrubs in sauetie lurke in couert all alowe And freshly florish in their kind what euer wind doe blowe The cruel king of Scisili who searing Barbars hands Was wont to sings his beard himselfe with cole and fire brands Hath taught vs this the proofe whereof ful plainly we may see Was neuer thing more liuely touched to shewe it so to be 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 we see Wilt thou then sayd this cruell king proue this my present state Possesse thou shalt this seate of mine and so be fortunate Ful gladly then this Damacles this proferd honour tooke And shooting at a princely life his quiet rest forsooke In honours seat then

withall His pleasure sweete to staie when he to rest is bent An vgly shamble Flee approcheth to his tent And htere entendes by force his labours greate to win Or els to yelde his corse by fatall death therein Thus is the Spiders nest from tyme to tyme throwne downe And he to labour prest with endlesse paine vnknowne So suche as Louers bee like trauell doe attaine Those endlesse works ye see are alwaies full of paine FINIS M. Hunnis A Louers ioye I Haue no ioye but dreame of ioye and ioye to thinke on ioye A ioye I withstoode for to enioye to finishe myne annoye 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 moste sweete a frende moste sower I ioye for to embrace I hate the wrong and not the wight that workt my wofull case What thyng it is I knowe not I but yet a thyng there is That in my fancie still perswads there is no other blisse The ioyes of life the pangs of death it make me feele eche daie But life nor death this humour can deuise to weare awaie Faine would I dye 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 ioye would I aspire A thyng that is deuine belike to high for mans desire FINIS F. K. Euill to hym that euill thinketh THe subtill stilie sleghts that worldly men doe woorke The friendly showes vnder whose shade moste craft doeth often lurke Enforceth me alas with yernfull voyce to saie Wo worthe the wilie heads that seeks the simple mans decaie The birde that dreads no guile is sonest caught in snare Eche gentle harte deuoide of crafte is sonest brought to care Good nature sonest trapt whiche giues me cause to saie Wo worthe the wilie heads that seeks the simple mans decaie I see the Serpent vile that lurkes vnder the grene How subtilly he shroods hym self that he maie not be sene And yet his fosters bane his leryng lookes bewraie Wo worthe the wilie heads that leeks the simple mans decaie Wo worthe the feinyng looks on fauour that we doe waite Wo worthe the feined frendly harte that harbours deepe deceite Wo worthe the Vipers broode oh thrise wo worthe I saie All worldlie wilie heads that seeks the simple mans decaie FINIS M. Edwardes He assureth his constancie WIth painted speache I list not proue my cunnyng for to trie Nor yet will vse to fill my penne with gilefull flatterie With pen in hand hart in brest shall faithful promise make To loue you beste and serue you moste by your greate vertuts sake And sure dame Nature hath you deckt with gifts aboue the reste Let not Disdaine a harbour finde within your noble breste For Loue hath lead his lawe alike to men of eche degrre So that the Begger with the Prince shall Loue as well as he I am no Prince I muste confesse nor yet of Princes line Nor yet a brutishe Begger borne that feeds emong the Swine The fruite shall trie the Tree at laste 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 woorde or deede let Lightnyng Thunder fall And Furies fell with franticke fi●ts bereue and stay my breathe For an example to the reste if I shall breake my faithe FINIS M. Hunnis Complainyng his mishapp to his frende he complaineth wittely A. THe fire shall freze the frost shall frie the frozen moūtains hie B. What straunge things 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 ofte tymes the truthe 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. Suche haggard Haukes will soare awaie of them who can be sure A. With siluer bells and hoode my ioye was her to decke B. She was full gorgde she would the soner 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 chirpyng lips should chirpe to me swete words of her desire B. Suche chirpyng birdes who euer sawe to preach still on one brire A. She saied she loued me beste and would not till she die B. She saied in wordes she thought it not as tyme doeth 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 glidyng praie B. Sith that the dice doeth runne awrie betymes leaue of thy plaie A. I will no more lamente the thyng I maie 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 deceiue A. That is not straunge B. then let her raunge FINIS M. Edwardes No paines comparable to his attempt LIke as the dolefull Doue delights alone to bee And doeth refuse the bloumed branche chusyng the leaflesse tree Whereon wailyng his chaunce with bitter teares besprent Doeth with his bill his tender breaste ofte pearse and all to rent Whose greeuous gronyngs tho whose grips of pinyng paine Whose gastly lookes whose bloudie streams out flowyng frō ech vain Whose fallyng from the tree whose pantyng on the grounde Examples bee of myne estate tho there appere no wounde FINIS W. Hunnis He repenteth his follie A Lacke when I looke backe vpon my youth thatz paste And deepely pouder youthes offence and youths reward at laste With sighes and teares I saie O God I not denie My youth with follie hath deserued with follie for to die But yet if euer synfull man might mercie moue to ruthe Good Lorde with mercie doe forgiue the follies of my youthe In youth I rangde the feelds where vices all did growe In youth alas I wanted grace suche vise to ouerthrowe In youth what I thought swéete moste bitter now do finde Thus hath the follies of my youth

bridle that desire of gaine which forceth vs to ill Our hauty stomackes Lord represse to tame presuming will This is the wisedome that we should aboue each thing desire O heauenly God from sacred throne that grace in vs inspire And print in our repugnant harts the rules of wisedome true That all our deedes in worldly life may like therof insue Thou onely art the liuing spring from whome this wisedome flowes O wash therwith our sinful harts from vice that therin growes FINIS M. Edwardes 38. A freendly admonition YE stately wightes that liue in quiet rest Through worldly wealth which God hath giuen you Lament with teares and sighes from doleful brest The shame and power that vice obtaineth now Behold how God doth dayly profer grace Yet we disdayne repentance to embrace The suddes of sinne do soke into the mind And cancred vice doth vertue quite expel No change to good alas can resting finde Our wicked harts so stoutly do rebel Not one there is that hasteth to amend Though God from heauen his dayly threates downe send We are so slow to change our blameful life We are so prest to snach aluring vice Such greedy harts on euery side be rife So few that guide their will by counsel wise To let our teares lament the wretched case And call to God for vndeserued grace You worldy wightes that haue your fancies fixt On slipper ioy of terreine pleasure here Let some remorse in all your deedes be mixt Whiles you haue time let some redresse appeare Of sodaine death the houre you shall not know And looke for Death although he seemeth slow Oh be no iudge in other mens offence But purge thy selfe and seeke to make thee free Let euery one apply his diligence A change to good within him selfe to see O God direct our feete in such a stay From cancred vice to shun the hateful way FINIS R. Hill. 39. Sundry men sundry affectes JN euery wight some sundry sort of pleasure I do find Which after trauaile he doth seeke to ease his toyling minn Diana with her trayning chase of hunting had delight Against the fearful Deare she could direct her shotte aright The lofty yeeres in euery age doth stil embrace the same The sport is good if vertue doo assist the cheereful game Minerua in her chattering armes her courage doth aduaunce In trial of the bloudy wars she giueth luckie chaunce For sauegard men imbrace the same which do so needful seeme That noble harts their cheefe delightes in vse thereof esteeme In warlike games to ride or trye the force of armes they vse And base the man we do account that doth the same refuse The siluer sound of musickes cordes doth please Apollos wit A science which the heauens aduaunce where it deserues to sit A pleasure apt for euery wight celeefe to careful mind For woe redresse for care a salue for sadnes helpe we find The soueraigne praise of Musicke stil doth cause the Poets faine That whirling Spheres and eake the heauens do hermonie retaine I hard that these three powers at variance lateli fel Whiles each did prayse his owne delight the other to excel Then Fame as an indifferent iudge to end the case they call The praise pronounced by her to them indifferently doth fall Diana health and strength maintaine Minerua force doth tame And Musicke giues a sweete delight to further others game These three delightes to hawtie mindes the worthiest are estemed If vertue be annexed to them they rightly be so deemed With ioy they do reuiue the witte with sorow oft opprest And neuer suffer solempne greefe to long in mind to rest Be wise in mirth and seeke delight the same doe not abuse In honest mirth a happy ioy we ought not to refuse FINIS R. Hill. 40. Of a Freend and a Flatterer A Trustie frend is rare to find a fawning foe may sone be got A faithful frend bere stil in mind but fawning foe regard thou not A faithful freend no cloke doth craue to colour knauery withal But Sicophant a Goun must haue to beare a port what ere befal A nose to smel out euery feast a brasen face to set it out A shamles child or homly geast whose life doth like to range about A fauning foe while wealth doth last a thefe to rob and spoile his freend As strong as oke til wealth doth last but rotten sticke doth proue in the end Looke first then leape beware the mire Burnt Child is warnd to dread the fire Take heede my freend remember this Short horse they say soone curried is FINIS M. Edwardes 41. Of sufferaunce commeth ease TO seeme for to reuenge each wrong in hasty wise By proofe of guiltlesse men it hath not bene the guise In slaunders lothsome brute where they condemned be With ragelesse moode they suffer wrong where truth shal try them free These are the pacient pagnes that passe within the brest Of those that feele their cause by mine where wrong hath right opprest I know how by suspect I haue bene iudgd awry And graunted gilty in the thing that clerely I deny My faith may me defend if I might loued be God iudge me so as from the guilt I know me to be free I wrote but for my selfe the griefe was all mine owne As who would proue extremitie by proofe it might be knowne Yet are there such that say they can my meaning deeme Without respect of this olde troth things proue not as they seeme Whereby it may befall in iudgement to be quicke To make them selues suspect therewith that needed not to kicke Yet in resisting wrong I would not haue it thought I do amisse as though I knew by whom it might be wrought If any such there be that herewithall be vext It were their vertue to beware and deeme me better next L. Vaux 43. All thinges are Vaine ALthough the purple morning bragges in brightnes of the sunne As though he had of chased night a glorious conquest wonne The time by day giues place againe to force of drowsie night And euery creature is constraind to change his lusty plight Of pleasures all that here we taste We feele the contrary at laste In spring though pleasant Zephirus hath fruteful earth inspired And nature hath each bush each branch with blossomes braue attired Yet fruites and flowers as buds and blomes ful quickly withered be When stormie winter comes to kill the sommers iolitie By time are got by time are lost All thinges wherin we pleasure most Although the Seas so calmely glide as daungers none appeare And dout of stormes in skie is none king Phaebus shines so cleare Yet when the boistrous windes breake out and raging waues do swel The seely barke 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 welth is most vnsure And he that cheefely tastes of ioy doth sometime woe endure Who vaunteth most of