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A21163	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.; Paradise of daynty devises	Edwards, Richard, 1523?-1566.	1580 (1580)	STC 7518; ESTC S116352	58,144	103

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 ꝙ 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.

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

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

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 coūtry 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 ꝙ 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