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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A18748	A musicall consort of heauenly harmonie (compounded out of manie parts of musicke) called Churchyards charitie; Churchyards charitie	Churchyard, Thomas, 1520?-1604.	1595 (1595)	STC 5245; ESTC S105039	29,766	66

throte ere we be ware Cold poison ●onke a quicke dispatch it giues Cold cra●●s dries vp the sences where they are Cold lims waxe lame and breeds diseases rare Thus cold mars all then warmth God send vs now That eurie part of man feele comfort throw Cold food is faint vnto weake stomacks still Warme broths keeps health in perfect sound estate Warme daies we wish cold bitter aire is ill Cold blasts be nought sharpe blustring storms we hate Sweetly sun shines in world earlie or late Cold quicklie caught goes seldome soone away And long cold nights kils some before the day Cold drie hard fro●● makes thousands seeke for fire Warme meate giues spreet to either sicke or sound Cold hungrie baites makes many a horse to tire Warme clouts and clothes doth comfort eurie wound No fruit thriues well where cold doth much abound The warmth doth ioy both spring and fall of leafe Makes dead things quicke delights both dum deafe Yea blind and lame and all that life doth beare Are glad of heate then cold is out of grace Cold words God wot when meaning scarce is there Kils many a man in court or any place O wold to God warme deeds did show his face That charitie hir whole effect may show On those that needs which knows not where to goe A colder time in world was neuer seene The skies do lowre the sun and moone waxe dim Sommer scarce knowne but that the leaues are greene The winters waste driues water ore the brim Vpon the land great flotes of wood may swim Nature thinks scorne to do hir dutie right Because we haue displeasde the Lord of light Cold works cold words cold world and al things cold Showes death drawes neer and then a deep cold graue Such hard cold hap may make a yoong man old Or old gray beard become a gall●e slaue Well let them loose that can ne● in nor saue The state of man on strange hap hazard lies As one fals downe so doth another rise If charitie would once bespread hirraies As Phoebus showes abroad his shining beames Or winter cold would bring some sommer daies And rid vs soone from all these great extreames Then shee dies not but haplie sleeps and dreames Now waken hir that haue most powre to speake I haue tane cold and so my voice growes weake You whose cleer speech doth loud as trumpet sound And may command the world the skies and stars And rules at beck the massie earth so round Sets orders downe and can make peace and wars And hath the force to breake big iron bars Call charitie fot loue once home againe That shee may heare hir people poore complaine My breath but bores a hole within the aire My date neer don cals for a shrouding sheet My darke dim daies lookes for no weather faire Mine eies can scarce look to my stumbling feet My wounted muse forsakes my drowping spreet My books and scroules and all that I haue wrot Hides now their heads as I were cleane forgot When aged yeers showes death amid my face My words are of small credit in this plite My hap and hope is in a better place Wherefore of world I plainly speake and write And ere I goe discharge my conshence quite To win the wise and loose the fonder sort That vnto quicke nor dead yeelds good report The wise well won waies ech thing as it ought Mistakes no terme nor sentence wrests awrie The fond will read awhile but cares for nought Yet casts on ech mans works a frowning eie This neither treats of matters lowe not hie But finds a meane that ech good meaning might In all true meanes take charitie aright FINIS A PRAISE OF POETRIE Imprinted at London by Ar. Hatfield for William Holme 1595. A praise of Poetrie some notes therof drawen out of the Apologie the noble minded Knight sir Phillip Sidney wrate WHen world was at the very woorst And vice did much abound And for offence the earth was curst Yet charitie was found Among the wise and woorthie sort Who euer had good chance with treble fame by their report True vertue did aduance The Poets and Philosophers Stept first on stately stage And plaid their parts with hazards great In euery world and age In eury age while wits of men Could iudge the good from bad Who gat the gift of toong or pen Of world great honor had Good Poets were in hie esteeme When lea●ning grew in price Their vertue and their verse did seeme A great rebuke to vice With blunt base people of small sence They fall now in disdaine But Sydneyes booke in their defence Doth raise them vp againe And sets them next Diuines in ranke As members meete and fit To strike the worlds blinde boldnes blanke And whet the bluntest wit Heere followes Histories good store That much thereof shall tell If paines may purchase thanks therefore My hope is answerd well AMphyons gift and grace was great In Thebes old stories saie And beasts and birds would leaue their meat● To heare Orpheus plaie In Rome were three of peereles fame That florisht in their daies Which three did beare the onely name Of knowledge skill and praise In Italy of yore did dwell Three men of spechall spreete Whose gallant stiles did sure excell Their verses were so sweete In France three more of fame we finde Whose bookes do well declare They beautifide their starely minde With inward vertues rare In England liued three great men Did Poetrie aduance And all they with the gift of pen Gaue glorius world a glance In Scotland finde we other twaine Were writers of good woorth Whose studies through their Poets vaine Brought many verses foorth In Ireland to this present time Where learning is not mich With Poetrie in verse or rime Their language they inrich In Wales the very remnant yet Of Brittaine bloud and race They honor men of speshall wit And giues a Poet grace Albinus long that rained heere Made verses in his youth And in his age as doth appeere With verse auancst the truth Among the sauage Indians still Who knowes no ciuill thing They honor writers of some skill Their parents liues to sing Among the anshent noble Danes And Saxsons long ago We read of many Poets names Whose woorthy wits did flo The graue wise learned men of Greece Durst neuer shew their art Till those Philosophers presumd To plaie the Poets part Some sang in verse their naturall Philosophie we finde And in sweete songs heroicall Exprest their secret minde So morall counsels vttred were In that same selfe sweete sort Thus Poets flourisht eury where As stories makes report And marshall matters in those daies Were song and set aloft So some the art of warre did raise Vnto the skies full oft Sibillas prophesies in verse Were alwaies vttred well The oracels of Delphos to In verse

no hold in hir good will For she is cald a most inconstant shrew That with the sun will waste away like dew A sommer flowre that withers in the frost Coms softly on and rides away in post As blind of sight as euer Cupid was For she lookes not on vertue any way Nor wisdoms worth but fauors many an asse For his smooth face and peacocks feathers gay But charitie is the only staffe and stay To all estates for where she stoutly stands She sets all free and breaketh bondage bands Forgiues great faults and suffers many a wrong She giues a badge that eury christian weares And in all worlds hir liurey lasteth long It garded is all round about with teares And she hir selfe a branch of oliue beares In signe of peace and mercie mixt with grace That pitie takes of eurie rufull case This charitie giues as much as men may craue And soone forgets the bountie she bestowes Takes great delight the life of man to saue By vertue of good turnes that from hir floes Whose is sent like the white and sweet red rose For all hir gifts and graces beares such flowres That makes poore men to laugh when fortune lowres On charitie the hungrie dailie feeds As lambs and sheepe in fruitfull pasture liue Shee giues few words where shee bestoes good deeds The more we neede the sooner will shee giue As corne from chaffe is si●ted through the siue So shee tries out from dust and drosse the gold As wisdome doth the worth of men vnfold This charitie is first that fauour findes And shall be last that wins our worlds good will Begot by grace and nu●st in noble mindes That staies and stands vpon their honor still T is seen far off as torch is on an hill Felt near at hand and found out by the light Which in darke daies doth glad ech good mans sight When fortunes wrath hath wounded many a wight She brings a boxe of balm to heale ech sore That makes sad mind and heauie hart so light It neuer thinks on wretched chance no more If charitie like victor goes before Come after hir proud world with all thy braues Like conqueror she triumphs on hir slaues But well awaie and woe God wo● the while True charitie is faintly felt or found Shee is of late halfe-driuen in exile Because bad life le ts crueltie abound The world is full of hollow harts vnsound And mercie meets with ruth scarce once a yeere For rigors rage doth show such churlish cheere Men walke abroad transformd in sundry shapes More monster like than babes of Adams brood Fearfull to sight like vglie owls and apes That hath of kind no ciuill humane mood Tigers in proofe nurst vp with woluish food For sillie lambs that doth no butcher fear They do deuour and in small peeces tear Greedy as guls and gapes for garbedge still Rauening like woolues that murthers sheepe in folde Suttle as foxe that neuer hath his fill Hedstrong and proud and will not be controld Currish as kite ne gentle yoong nor old Such cruell tricks doth alter so mans minde That long they liue by craft and dies vnkind Quarrels encrease and combats haue no end Till bloud be shed and life and land be lost Some thinks the bow were better breake than bend On that consait stands mightie manhood most But charitie rides then away in post And leaues in lash behinde hir in some part A heape of harmes and many a heauie hart Lust liues by spoyle like theefe that robs true men Desires to eate the hen and chickens all Rauine and rage prouls fast for profite then So gets some cheate though it be near so small But lust is like an image on a wall Strike out the cole that is but blacke of hue Faire white and cleane appeers blurd wall to you Ore weening runs beyond the course of wit Presumpshon then doth set best foote before And boldnes knowes not where to stand nor sit His loftie lookes prouokes his pride so sore But when threed-bare his bad spun cloth is wore The world but laughs to see bald bayard blinde With painted robes patch vp a stately minde In cloud vnseene new fanglenes would walke But he is spide by old deepe serching sight Fine filed toongs like parrets prate and talke And wonder makes of trifling matters light This glorious crew triumphes in moone shine night But when cleere day such idols doth disclose World will point out where eurie shadow goes Wilde wilfull heads that all sound counsell hates A careles course of borrowed life doth lead Whose retchles race still argues and debates They soone forget good lessons that they read But when the foot awrie the shue doth tread Downe goes the heele yea seam the sole and all And so vnwares a man in mire may fall And stumbling oft makes some to snapper still Vse mastrie breedes and custome pleads a law Let bridle goe the horse will haue his will Much water scarse will quench hot fire in straw A stubborne childe that still doth backward draw Must needes be whipt to make him feare the rod So we are plagud when we forget our God Three sundrie plagues the wrath of God doth show The first is past the second you may see The third ye wot the world too well doth know For that cuts downe corne grasse and highest tree The angrie cloudes will neuer calmie bee Till better life seaise all our showres of raine And Gods great grace brings sommer home againe Shame followes pride and death comes after sin Then famine k●ls vp thousands where it flies They will take heed that hath well scourged bin And fall to mend their liues if they be wise But in our world such new found fashons rise All frames not well looke into ech mans waies Small charitie is seen in these bad daies When charitie proud painted posts plucks downe To God and prince great honor shall arise When plainnes thriues in court and ciuill towne Old troth will bid farewell our newfound gise Goodnes will come and so aduance the wise Dunses and dolts shall stand beneath the bar And pride shall blush that doth presume too far The least of most makes most of his bad stuffe So leers and looks as frighted were his wits Is neuer well till pride be in his ruffe Than monarke like on loftie seat he sits Whose scornfull hart is full of froward fits But speaks no word for feare that bayard blinde Should plunge before and yearke at him behinde The woorst with best compares and striues for place As gold and glas in woorth weare all alike Beares out his brags with scowling brazen face That cannot blush no more than can blacke tike He frowns so sore he lookes as he would strike The crabbish ●arle so curst and cumbrous is Then when he speakes in schoole the schollers hisse The surly sire sits swelling like