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A21166	The paradise of daintie deuises containyng sundrie pithie preceptes, learned counsailes and excellent inuentions : right pleasant and profitable for all ages / deuised and written for the most parte by M. Edwardes, sometime of her Maiesties chappell, the rest by sundrie learned gentlemen both of honor and worship, whose names hereafter followe.	Edwards, Richard, 1523?-1566.; Bernard, of Cluny, 12th cent. De contemptu mundi. English & Latin. Selections.; Vaux, Thomas Vaux, Baron, 1510-1556.; Hunnis, William, d. 1597.; Heywood, Jasper, 1535-1598.; E. O.; Kinwelmersh, Francis, d. 1580?; Sande, D.; Yloop, M.	1585 (1585)	STC 7520; ESTC S105441	59,068	98

there is shewed how May is much of price And eke to May when that you may euen so is his aduice It seemes he ment to May himselfe and so to vse his skill For that the tyme did serue so well in May to haue his will His onely May was ease of mynde so farre as I can gesse And that his May his mynde did please a man can iudge no lesse And as himselfe did reape the fruites of that his pleasaunt May He wills his freend the same to vse in tyme when as he may He is not for himselfe it semes but wisheth well to all For that he would they should take May in tyme when it doth fall So vse your May you may it can not hurtfull be And May well vsed in tyme and place may make you merie glee Modest Maiyng meetest is of this you may be sure A modest Maiyng quietnesse to Mayers doth procure Who may and will not take may wish he had so doen Who may and it doth take may thinke he tooke to soone So ioyne your May with wisedomes lore and then you may be sure Who makes his May in other sort his vurest may procure Some May before May come some May when May is past Some make their May too late and some do make post hast Let wisdome rule I say your May and thus I make an ende And May that when you list to May a good May God you sende FINIS M. S. 30. Hauyng maried a worthy Ladie and taken away by death he complayneth his mishap IN youth when I at large did lead my life in lusty liberty When heauy thoghts no one did spread to let my pleasant fantasy No fortune seemd so hard could fall This freedome then that might take thrall And twenty yeres I scarse had spent whē to make ful my happy fate Both treasures great were on me cast with lands and titles of estate So as more blest then I stoode than Eke as me thought was neuer man For of Dame Fortune who is he could more desire by iust request Then health with welth and liberty al which at once I this possest But masking in this iolly ioye A sodain sight prooud all a toy For passing on these merry days with new deuise of pleasures great And now thē to vew the raies of beauties works w t cunning feate In heauenly hewes all which as one I oft beheld but bound to none And one day rowlyng thus my eyes vpō these blessed wights at ease Emongst y e rest one did I se who straight my wādring loke did sease And stayed them firme but such a sight Of beautie yet sawe neuer wight What shall I seke to praise it more where tongs cānot wel praise y e same But to be short to louers lore I straight my sēces al did frame And were it wit or were it chaunce I wonne the Garlande in this daunce And thus where I before had thought no hap my fortune might encrease A double blisse this chaunce forth brought so did my Ladies loue me please Her faith so firme and constant such As neuer hart can prayse too much But now with tormentes straunge I tast the fickle stay of fortunes wheele And where she raysed from high to cast with greater force of grief to feele For from this hap of sodaine frowne Of Princes face she threw me downe And thus exchaunge now hath it made by libertie a thing most deare In hatefull prison for to fade where sundred from my louing feare My wealth and health standes at like stay Obscurely to consume away And last whē humaine force was none could part our loue wherein we liued My Ladies life alas is gone most cruell death hath it bereued Whose vertues her to God hath wonne And left me here a man vndoen FINIS F.G. 31. A worthy dittie song before the Queenes Maiestie at Bristow MIstrust not troth that truely meanes for euery ielous freke In stead of wrong condemne not right no hidden wrath to wreke Looke on the life of faultlesse life how bright her vertues shine And measure out her steppes ech one by leuell and by line Deme eche desart by vpright gesse whereby your prayse shall liue If malice would be matcht with might let hate no iudgement giue Enforce no feare with wresting wittes in quiet conscience brest Lend not your eares to busie tounges which breedeth much vnrest In doubtfull driftes wade not to farre it wearies but the minde Seeke not to search the secret hartes whose thoughtes are hard to finde Auoyde from you those hatefull heades that helpes to heape mishap Be slow to heare the flatterers voyce that creepeth in your lap Embrace their loue that willes you good and sport not at their prayse Trust not too much vnto your selfe for feeble are your stayes How can your seate be setled fast or stand on stedfast ground So propped vp with hollow hartes whose suretie is vnsound Giue faith to those that feare for loue and not that loue for feare Regard not them that force compels to please you euery where All this well wayed and borne away shall stablish long your state Continually with perfect peace in spite of puffing hate FINIS D. S. 32. An Epitaph vpon the death of Sir Edward Saunders Knight Lord chief Baron of the Exchequer YOu Muses weare your mourning weedes strike on the fatall drome Sound Triton out the trumpe of fame in spite of Pareas dome Distill Parnassus pleasaunt drops possesse Pierides place Apollo helpe with dolefull tune to wayle this wofull case UUring hard your handes wayle on your losse lament the fate that fell UUith sobs and sighes to Saunders say oh Saunders now farewell UUhom Phaebus fed with Pallas papp as one of Sibils seede Loe here where death did rest his corps the vermine foule to feede UUhom Impes of Ioue with Necter sweete long in Libethres noursht Behold how dreadfull death him brought to the whence he came first Lycurgus he for learned lawes Radamantus race that ran An other Nector for aduice Zalucus fame that wan A Damon deare vnto his frend in faith like Phocion found A Cato that could counsell giue to Prince a subiect sound Not Athens for their Solon sage not Rome for Numa wayle As we for Saunders death haue cause in floudes of teares to sayle Nor Sparta card for Chilos death nor proude Prienna prest To weepe for Bias as we wayle our Saunders late possest His learned pathes his talentes rare so now by death appeares As he that Salomon sought to serue in prime and youthfull yeares His counsell sad his rules his Lawes in country soyle so wrought As though in Cuma he had bene of sage Sibilla taught His vertuous life was such I say as vertue did embrace By vertue caught in vertues schoole to grow in vertues race Might tender babes might orphantes weake might widowes reare the crie The sound thereof should pearce the cloudes to scale the empire skie To bid the Gods to battaile bende

Hath sowne in thee such seedes you ought to weede with teares And life that shall succeede when death is worne and past Shall spring for euer then in ioy or payne to last Where death on life hath power ye see that life also Hath mowen the fruites of death which neuer more shall grow FINIS W. Hunis 2. Who waighteth on this wauering world and veweth ech estate By triall taught shall learne it best to liue in simple rate AMid the vale the slender shrubbe is hid from all mishap when taller tree that standes alofe is rent with thunder clap The turrets tops which touche the cloudes are beat with euery blast Soone shiuered are their stones with storme and quickly ouercast Best bodied tree in all the wood for timber beame is found And to the axe the stūrdiest oke doth yeld and fall to ground The highest hill doth soonest feele the flash of lightninges flame And soone decayes the pompe and pride of high renowned name Of all the Heard the hunteman seekes by proofe as doth appeare with double forked arrow head to wounde the greatest Deare The haughtiest head of all the droue enioyest the shortest life And staines the slaughter house with bloud at pricke of Butchers knife Thus what thing highest place attaines is soonest ouerthrowne UUhat euer Fortune sets aloft she threates to throw it downe And though no force resist thy power and seeke thee to confounde Yet doth the paise of waighty thinges decline it selfe to grounde For restlesse tipe of rowlling wheele example hath it tride To heauie burden yeeld it must full soone and slippe aside UUhat vailes the riche his bed of Doune the sighes for sleeplesse thought what time in couche of flocke the poore sleepes sound and feareth nought At homely boorde his quiet foote his drinkes in treene be tane when oft the proude in cuppes of golde with wine receiue their bane The bed the boord they dread in doubt with traine to be opprest when fortune frownes their power must yeeld as wire vnto the wrest who so thou be that sits alowe and tread the valleyes pathe Thou needes not feare the Thunder boltes of mightie Ioue his wrathe If Icarus had not presumed too high to take his flight He had not yet bene drowned in Seas that now Icarian hight If Phaeton had not enterprised to guide his fathers seate His fiers had not inflamed the worlde nor beene destroyed with heate But who so climes aboue the meane there is no hope of stay The higher vp the sooner downe and neerer his decay Then you that here in pompe are plaste to guide the golden mace Let Crowne and Scepter both obay the meane of vertues race For neither shall renowmed vertue see the pitte of hell Nor yet in tombe of Marble stone she shall abide to dwell And in that tombe full brauely deckte when that she shall depart God sende her rest and all thinges well according to desarte But from Sepulcher flies she hence beyond the skies aboue And glistering in the blisfull starres she raignes with mighty Ioue FINIS Iasper Heiwood 3. The perfect trial of a faithful friend NOt staied state but feeble staie not costly robes but bare araie Not passed wealth but present want not heaped store but slender skant Not plenties purse but poore estate not happy hap but froward fate Not wish at will but want of ioy not hearts good health but hearts anoye Not freedomes vse but prisoners thrall not costly seate but lowest fall Not weale I meane but wretched woe doth truely trie the friend from foe And naught but froward fortune proues who fauning feines or simply loues FINIS M. Yloop. 4. Being asked the occasion of his white head he answereth thus WHere sighing sighes and sorrow sobbes Hath slaine the slippes that Nature set And scalding showers with stonie throbbes The kindly sappe from them hath fet what wonder then though that you see Upon my head white heares to be UUhere thought hath thrilde and throwne his speares To hurt the heart that harmeth him not And groning griefe hath ground forth teares Myne eyne to stayne my face to spot what wonder then though that you see Upon my head white heares to be UUhen pinching paine himselfe hath plaste There peace with pleasures were possest And where the walles of wealth lye waste And pouertie in them is prest what wonder then though that you see Upon my head white heares to be UUhere wretched woe will weane her webbe UUhere care the clewe can catche and cast And flouds of ioy are fallen to ebbe So loe that life may not long last what wonder then though that you see Upon my head white heares to be These heares of age are messengers which bid me fast repent and praie They be of death the Harbingers That doth prepare and dresse the way wherefore I ioye that you may see Upon my head such heares to bee They be the lines that lead the length How farre my race is for to runne They say my youth is fled with strength And how old age is weake begunne The which I feele and you may see Upon my head such lines to bee They be the stringes of sober sounde Whose Musicke is harmonicall Their tunes declare a time from grounde I came and how thereto I shall Wherefore I ioy that you may see Upon my head such stringes to bee God graunt to those that white heares haue No worse them take then I haue ment That after they be layed in graue Their soules may ioy their liues well spent God graunt likewise that you may see Upon your head such heares to bee FINIS W.H. 5. Beware of had I wist BEware of had I wist whose fine bringes care and smart Esteeme of all as they deserue and deeme as deemde thou art So shall thy perfect frend enioy his hoped hire And faithlesse faunyng foe shall misse th'effect of his desire Good will shall haue his gayne and hate shall heape despight A faithlesse frend shall finde distrust and loue shall reape delight Thy selfe shall rest in peace thy frend shall ioy thy fate Thy foe shall fret at thy good happe and I shall ioy thy state But this my fond aduise may seeme perchaunce but vayne As rather teaching how to lose then how a frend to gayne But this not my intent to teach to finde a frende But safely how to loue and liue is all that I intende And if you proue in part and finde my counsell true Then wish me well for my good will tis all I craue adue FINIS My lucke is losse 6. M. Edwardes May. WHen May is in his prime then may eche hart reioyce When May bedeckes ech branch with greene eche bird streines forth his voyce The liuely sap creepes vp into the bloming thorne The flowres which cold in prison kept now laughes the frost to scorne All Natures Impes triumphes whiles ioyfull May doth last UUhen May is gone of all the yeare the pleasaunt time is past May makes the chearefull

extremes thus doe I rome the race Of my poore life this certainely I know Tweene would and want vnwarely that doe passe More swift then shot out of the Archers vow As Spider drawes her line all day I watch the net and others haue the pray And as by proofe the greedy Dogge doth gnaw The bared bone all onely for the tast So to and fro this lothsome life I draw UUith fancies forst and fed with vayne repast Narsissus brought vnto the water drinke So aye thirst I the more that I doe drinke Loe thus I dye and yet I seeme not sicke UUith smart vnseene my selfe my selfe I weare UUith prone desire and power that is not quicke UUith hope a loft now drenched in disprayre Trayned in trust for no reward assignde The more I hast the more I come behinde UUith hurt to heale in frozen Ise to frie UUith losse to laugh this is a wonderous case Fast fetred here is forst away to flie As hunted Hare that Hound hath in the chase UUith winges and spurres for all the hast I make As like to lose as for to draw the stake The dayes be long that hang vpon desart The life is irke of ioyes that be delayed The time is short for to requite the smart That doth proceede of promise long vnpayed That to the last of this my fainting breath I wish exchaunge of life for happy death FINIS L. Vanx 18. Of the instabilitie of youth WHen I looke backe and in my selfe behold The wandring wayes that youth could not descry And marke the fearefull course that youth did hold And met in mynde ech step youth strayed awry My knees I bow and from my hart I call O Lord forget these faultes and folies all For now I see how voyde youth is of skill I see also his Prime time and his ende I doe confesse my faultes and all my ill And sorrow sore for that I did offende And with a minde repentaunt of all crimes Pardon I aske for youth ten thousand times The humble hart hath daunted the proude minde Eke wisedome hath geuen ignoraunce a fall And wit hath taught that follie could not finde And age hath youth her subiect and her thrall Therfore I pray O Lord of life and truth Pardon the faultes committed in my youth Thou that diddest graunt the wise king his request Thou that in the Whale thy Prophet diddest preserue Thou that forgauest the wounding of thy brest Thou that didst saue the theefe in state to sterue Thou onely God the giuer of all grace Wipe out of minde the path of youthes vayne race Thou that by power to life didst rayse the dead Thou that restorest the blind to perfect sight Thou that for loue thy life and loue out blead Thou that of fauour madest the lame goe right Thou that canst heale and helpe in all assayes Forgiue the gilt that grew in youthes vayne wayes And now since I with faith and doubtlesse minde Doe flie to thee by prayer to appease thy Ire And since that thee I onely seeke to finde And hope by faith to attaine my iust desire Lord minde no more youthes errour and vnskill And able age to doe thy holy will FINIS L. Vaux 19. Most happy is that state alone Where wordes and deedes agree in one BY painted wordes the silly simple man To trustlesse trap is trayned now and than And by conceipt of sweete alluring tale He bites the baytes that breedes his bitter bale To beauties blaze cast not thy rouing eye In pleasaunt greene doe stinging Serpentes lye The golden Pill hath but a bitter tast In glittering glasse a poyson ranckest plast So pleasaunt wordes without performing deedes May well be deemed to spring of Darnell seedes The frendly deede is it that quickely tries Where trusty faith and frendly meaning lies That state therfore most happy seemes to bee Where wordes and deedes most faithfully agree My frend if thou wilt keepe thy honest name Flie from the blot of barking flaunders blame Let not in word thy promise be more large Then thou in deede art willing to discharge Abhorred is that false dissembling broode That seemes to beare two faces in one hoode To say a thing and not to meane the same Will turne at length to losse of thy good name Wherfore my frend let double dealing goe In stead wherof let perfect plainnesse flow Doe thou no more in idle wordes exceede Then thou intendes to doe in very deede So good report shall spread thy worthy prayse For being iust in word and deede alwayes You worldly wightes that worldly doers are Before you let your word slip out to farre Consider well what inconuenience springes By breache of promise made in lawfull thinges First God mislikes where such deceipt doth swarme Next it redoundeth vnto thy neighbours harme And last of all which is not least of all For such offence thy conscience suffer shall As barren groundes bringes forth but rotten weedes From barren wordes so fruitlesse chaffe proceedes As sauerie flowers doe spring in fertill ground So trusty frendes by triall soone are found To shunne therfore the worst that may ensue Let deedes alway approue thy sayinges true FINIS F. K. Who will aspire to dignitie 20. By learnyng must aduaunced be THe poore that liue in needy rate by learnyng do great richesse gayne The rich that liue in wealthy state by learning doe their wealth maintayne Thus rich and poore are furthered still By sacred rules of learned skill All fond conceiptes of franticke youth the golden gift of learning stayes Of doubtfull things to search the truth learning sets forth the ready wayes O happy him do I repute UUhose breast is fraught with learning fruite There growes no corne within the field that Oxe and plough did neuer till Right so the mynde no fruite can yeld that is not lead by learninges skill Of ignoraunce comes rotten weedes Of learning springes right noble deedes Like as the Captaine hath respect to trayne his souldiours in aray So learning doth mans mynde direct by vertues staffe his life to stay Though frendes and Fortune waxeth scant Yet learned men shall neuer want You impes therfore in youth be sure to fraught your myndes with learned thinges For learning is the fountaine pure out from the which all glory springes Who so therfore will glory win With learning first must needes begin FINIS F. Kindlemarsh 21. Mans flittyng life findes surest stay Where sacred vertue beareth sway THe sturdy rocke for all his strength by raging seas is rent in twaine The marble stone is pearst at length with little drops of drilling raine The Oxe doth yeld vnto the yoke The Steele obeyeth the hammer stroke The stately stagge that seemes so stout by yalping houndes at bay is set The swiftest bird that flees about is caught at length in foulers Net The greatest fish in deepest brooke Is soone deceiued with subtill hooke Yea man himselfe vnto whose will all thinges are bounden to obay For all his wit

and worthy skill doth fade at length and fall away There is nothing but time doth wast The Heauens the Earth consume at last But vertue sits triumphing still vpon the trone of glorious fame Though spitfull death mans body kill yet hurtes he not his vertuous name By life or death what so betides The state of vertue neuer slides FINIS M. T. 22. Nothing is comparable vnto a faithfull frend SIth this our time of frendship is so scant Sith frendship now in euery place doth want Sith euery man of frendship is so hollow As no man rightly knowes which way to follow Cease not my Muse sease not in these our dayes To ring loude peales of sacred frendships prayse If men be now their owne peculiar frendes And to their neighbours frendship none pretendes If men of frendship shew them selues so bare And of their brethren take no frendly care Forbeare not then my Muse nor feare not then To ring disprayse of these vnfrendly men Did man in frendship know the mightie power How great effectes it worketh euery hower What store of hidden frendship it retaynes How still it powreth forth aboundant gaynes Man would with thee my Muse in these our dayes Ring out loude peales of sacred frendships prayse Frendship releeueth mans necessitie Frendship comforteth mans aduersitie Frendship augmenteth mans prosperitie Frendship preferres man to felicitie Then ring my Muse ring out in these our dayes Ring out loude peales of sacred frendships prayse Of frendship groweth loue and charitie By frendship men are linked in amitie From frendship springeth all commoditie The fruite of frendship is fidelitie Oh ring my Muse ring out in these our dayes Peale vpon peale of sacred frendships prayse That man with man true frendship may embrace That man to man may shew a freendly face That euery man may sow such freendly seedes As freendship may be found in freendly deedes And ioyne with thee my muse in these our dayes To ring loud peales of sacred freendships prayse FINIS F. Kindlemarsh Golden precepts PErhaps you think me bolde that dare presume to teache As one y t runns beyond his race rowes beyond his reach Sometime the blinde doe go where perfect sights doe fall The simple may sometimes instruct the wisest heads of al. If needefull notes I giue that vnto vertue tend Me thinkes you should of right vouchsafe your listning eares to lend A Whetstone cannot cut yet sharpes it well we see And I though blunt may whet your skils if you attentife bee First these among the rest I wish you warely heede That God be seru'd your prince obayed freends releeu'd at neede Then looke to honest thrift both what and how to haue At night examine so the day that bed be thought a graue Seeke not for others goods be iust in worde and deede For got with shiftes are spent with shame beleeue this as thy creede Boste not of Natures giftes nor yet of parents name For Uertue is the onely meane to winne a worthy fame Ere thou doest promise make consider well the ende But promise past be sure thou keepe both with thy foe and freende Threat not reuenge to much it shewes a crauens kinde But to preuaile and then forgiue declares a noble minde Forget no freendships debt wish to requite at least For God and man yea all the world condems the vngratefull beast Beare not a frendly face with hart of Iudas kisse It shewes a base and vile conceipt and not where valure is Flye from a faunyng flurt and from a coggyng mate Their loues breedes losse their prayse reproch their frēdship breeds but hate Seeke not to loose by wiles that law and duetie bindes They be but helpes of Banckrupts heads and not of honest myndes The motions of the flesh and Collers heate restraine For heapes of harmes do dayly hap where lust or rage doth raigne In diet deede and wordes a modest meane is best Inough sufficeth for a feast but riot findes no rest And so to make an end let this be borne away That vertue alwayes be thy guide so shalt thou neuer stray FINIS ¶ In prayse of the Snayle THe deepe turmoyled wight that liues deuoyde of ease Whose wayward wittes are often found more wauering then the seas Seekes sweete repose abroad and takes delight to rome Where reason leaues the Snayle for rule to keepe a quiet home Leape not before thou looke lest harme thy hope assayle Hast hauocke makes in hurtfull wise wherfore be slow as Sayle Refrayne from rash attempt let take heede be thy skill Let wisedome bridle brainsicke wit and leasure worke thy will Dame reason biddes I say in thynges of doubt be slacke Lest rashnesse purchase vs the wrong that wisedome wills vs lacke By rashnesse diuers haue bene deadly ouercome By kindly creepyng on like Snayle duke Fabe his fame hath wonne Though some as swift as haukes can stoope to euery stale Yet I refuse such sodayne flight and will seeme slow as Snayle Wherefore my prety Snaile be still and lappe thee warme Saue enuies frets mauger their fumes ther● few shall do thee harme Because in some respect thou holdes me to be wise I place thee for a Presedent and signe before mine eyes Was neuer any yet that harme in thee could find Or dare auow that euer Snaile wrought hurt to humaine kinde I know dame Phisicke doth thy friendly helpe implore And crau's the salue from thee ensues to cure the crased sore Sith Phisicke then alowes the vertues in degree In spight of spight I weare thee still that well contenteth me FINIS 21. Remember thy end TO be as wise as Cato was or rich as Cresus in his life To haue the strength of Hercules which did subdue by force or strife What helpeth it when death doth call The happy end exceedeth all The rich may well the poore relieue that rulers may redresse ech wrong The learned may good counsell giue but marke the end of this my song Who doth these thinges happy they call Their happy end exceedeth all The happiest end in these our dayes that all do seeke both small and great Is either for fame or els for praise or who may sit in highest seat But of these thinges hap what hap shall The happy end exceedeth all A good beginning oft we see but seldome standing at one stay For few do like the meane degree then prayse at parting some men say The thinges whereto ech wight is thrall The happy end exceedeth all The meane estate that happy life which liueth vnder gouernance Who seekes no hate nor breedes no strife but takes in worth his happy chance If contentation him befall His happie ende exceedeth all The longer life that we desire the more offence doth dayly grow The greater paine it doth require except the iudge some mercy shew Wherefore I thinke and euer shall The happie end exceedeth all FINIS D. S. 24. He perswadeth his friend from the fond affectes of loue VUhy art thou bound and mayest

and to descende in sight Though farre vnfit and mates vnmeete with mortall men to fight Too late alas we wish his life too soone deceiues vs Death Too little wit we haue to seeke the dead agayne to breath UUhat helpelesse is most carelesse be as Natures course doth show For death shall reape what life hath sowen by nature this we know UUhere is that fierce Achilles fled where is king Turnus shroude UUhat is become of Priamus state where is Periander proude Hector Hanno Hanniball dead Pompei Pirrhus spild Scipio Cyrus Caesar slayne and Alexander kild So long there Fortune fast did flow and charged Fame to sound Till frowning Fortune foild by fate which fawning Fortune found Shun Fortunes feakes shake Fortune of to none is Fortune sound Sith none may say of Fortune so I Fortune faithfull found Behold where Fortune flowed so fast and fauoured Saunders lure Till fickle Fortune false agayne did Saunders death procure Loe clothed cold in cloddes of clay in drossie dust remaine By fate return'd from whence he came to his mothers wombe agayne UUho welnigh thirtie yeares was Iudge before a Iudge did fall And iudged by that mighty Iudge which Iudge shall iudge vs all The heauens may of right reioyce and earth may it bewayle Sith heauen wan and earth hath lost the guide and arke of vayle The gayne is much our losse is great their mirth our mone is such That they may laugh as cause doe yeld and we may weepe as much O happy he vnhappy we his hap doth aye encrease Happy he and haplesse we his hap shall neuer cease We liue to dye he died to liue we want and he possest UUe bide in bandes he bathes in blisse the Gods aboue him blest Beyng borne to liue he liued to dye and dyed to God so playne That birth that life that death doe shew that he shall liue agayne His youth to age his age to death his death to fame applied His same to time his time to God thus Saunders liued and dyed O happy life O happier death O ten times happy he Whose hap it was such hap to haue a Iudge this age to be Oh ioyfull time Oh blessed soyle where Pallas rules with wit O noble state O sacred seate where Saba sage doth sit Like Susan sound like Sara sad with Hesters Mace in hand With Iudithes sword Bellona like to rule this noble land I had my will you haue your wish I laugh reioyce you may I wanne now much you gayne no lesse to see this happy day Wherein I dyed wherein you liue oh treble happy cost Wherein I ioyed in glory great wherein you triumph most Kneele on your knees knocke hard your brests sound forth the ioyfull drome Clap loude your handes sound Eccho say the golden world is come Reioyce you Iudges may of right your mirth may now be such As neuer earst you Iudges had in England mirth so much Here Cuma is here Sibill reignes on Delphos seate to sit Here she like Phaebus rules that can Gordius knot vnknit I liued to Nature long inough I liued to honour much I liued at wish and died at will to see my countrey such As neither needes it Numas lawes nor yet Apollos sweard For mauger Mars yet Mars shalbe of this our Queene afeard O pearelesse pearle O Diamond deare O Queene of Queenes farewell Your royall Maiestie God preserue in England long to dwell Farewell the Phaenix of the world farewell my soueraigne Queene Farewell most noble vertuous Prince Mineruas mate I weene No Iewell Gemme no Gold to giue no Pearles from Pactol●s loe No Persian Gaze no Indian stone no Tagus sandes to show But faith and will to natiue soyle a liue and dead I finde My hart my minde my loue I leaue vnto my Prince behinde Farewell you Nobles of this land farewell you Iudges graue Farewell my felowes frendes and 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 yeld to Parcus webbe The Sunne to darcknesse shalbe turn'd the starres from skyes shall fall The Moone to bloud the world with fire shalbe consumed all As smoke or vapour vanish straight as bubbles rise and fall As cloudes doe 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 call'd so shall they once be more And all to earth that came from earth and to the graue descende For earth on earth to earth shall goe and earth shalbe the end As Christ ascended vp the cloudes so Christ in cloudes shall come To Iudge both good and bad on earth at dreadfull day of dome From whence our flesh shall rise agayne euen from the drossie dust And so shall passe I hope vnto the Mansion of the iust FINIS Lodowicke LLoyd 33. His good name beyng blemished he bewayleth FRam'd in the front of forlorne hope past all recouerie I stailes stand tabide the shocke of shame and infamie My life through lingring long is lodg'd in lare of lothsome wayes My death delayed to keepe from life the harme of haplesse dayes My sprites my hart my witte and force in deepe distresse are dround The onely losse of my good name is of these griefes the ground And since my mynde my wit my head my voyce and toung are weake To vtter moue deuise conceiue sound forth declare and speake Such pearsing plaintes 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 the losse of myne as of these griefes the ground Helpe Gods helpe saints helpe sprites powers that in the heauen do dwel Helpe ye that are aye wont to waile ye howling houndes of hell Helpe man helpe beastes helpe birdes wormes that on the earth doth toyle Helpe fish helpe foule that flockes and feedes vpon the salt sea soyle Helpe Eccho that in the ayre doth flee shrill voyces to resound To waile this losse of my good name as of these griefes the ground FINIS E. O. 34. Of Fortunes power POlicrates whose passing hap caus'd him to lose his fate A golden ring cast in the seas to chaunge 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 mizers vnto might she mountes a common case we see And mightie to great miserie she sets in low-degree UUhom she to day doth reare on hye vpon her whirling wheele To morow next she dingeth downe and casteth at her heele No measure hath she in her giftes she doth reward ech sort The wise that counsell haue no more then fooles that maketh sport She vseth

to time doe quite consume and vade from time to clay But my true heart and seruice vowde shall last time out of minde And still remayne as thine by dome as Cupid hath assignde My faith loe here I vow to thee my troth thou knowest right well My goodes my freendes my life is thine what neede I more to tell I am not mine but thine I vowe thy hestes I will obay And serue thee as a seruaunt ought in pleasing if I may And sith I haue no flying winges to see thee as I wishe Ne sinnes to cut the siluer streames as doth the gliding fish Wherefore leaue now forgetfulnesse and send againe to me And straine thy Azured vaynes to write then I may greeting see And thus fare well more deare to me then chiefest friend I haue UUhose loue in hart I minde to shrine till death his see doe craue FINIS M. Edwardes ¶ He complayneth his mishap SHall rigour raigne where ruth hath run shall fansie now forsake Shall fortune lose that fauour wonne shall not your anger slake Shall hatefull heart be had in you that friendly did pretend Shall slipper thought and faith vntrue that heart of yours defend Shall Nature shew your beautie faire that gentle seemes to be shall frowardnesse your fansies heire be of more force then she shall now disdaine the dragge of Death direct and lead the way shall all the Impes vpon the yearth reioyce at my decay Shall this the seruice of my youth haue such reward at last shall I receiue rigour of ruthe and be from fauour cast shall I therefore berent my heares with wightes that wish to dye Or shall I bathe my selfe with teares to feede your fickle eye No no I shall in paine lye still with Turtle Doue most true And vow my selfe to wit and will their counsels to ensue Good Ladies all that louers be and that to be pretende Giue place to wit let reason seeme your enemies to defende Least that you thinke as I haue thought your selfe to striue in vayne And so to be in thraldome brought with me to suffer paine FINIS W. Hunnis ¶ No foe to a flatterer I Would it were not as I thinke I would it were not so I am not blinde although I winke I feele what windes doe blowe I know where craft with smiling cheare creepes into boldned brest I heare how fayned speeches speakes fayre where hatred is possest I see the serpent lye and lurke vnder the greene alowe I see him watche a time to worke his poyson to bestowe In friendly looke such fraude is founde as faith for feare is fled And friendship hath receiu'de such wound as he is almost dead And hatefull heart with malice great so boyles in cankred minde That flatterie flearing in the face had almost made me blinde But now I see all is not golde that glittereth in the eye Nor yet such friendes as they professe as now by proofe I trie Though secret spight by craft haue made a coate of Panters skin And thinkes to finde me in the shade by sleight to wrap me in Yet God be praysed my eye is cleare and can behold the Sunne UUhen falshood dare not once appeare to ende that he begunne Thus time shall trie the thing amisse which God saue shortly sende And turne the heart that fayned is to be a faithfull friende FINIS W. Hunnis His comparison of Loue. THe spider with great skill doeth trauell day by day His limms no time lye still to set his house in staie And when he hath it wrought thinking therein to raigne A blast of winde vnthought doth driue it downe againe The proofe whereof is true to make his worke indure He paines himselfe a newe in hope to dwell more sure And in some secret place a corner of a wall He frameth himselfe apace to build and rest withall His pleasure sweete to stay when he to rest is bent An vgly shamble Flee approcheth to his Tent And there intendes by force his labours great to winne Or els to yeeld his corse by fatall death therein Thus is the spiders nest from time to time throwne downe And he to labour prest with endles paine vnknowne So such as louers be like trauell doe attaine Those endlesse workes ye see are alwaies full of paine FINIS W. Hunnis A Louers ioye I Haue no ioye but dreame of ioye and ioy to thinke on ioye A ioye I withstoode to finish mine annoye I hate not without cause alas yet loue I know not why I thought to hate I cannot hate although that I should dye A foe most sweete a friend most sower I ioy for to embrace I hate the wrong and not the wight that workt my woefull case What thing it is I know not I but yet a thing there is That in my fancie still perswades there is no other blisse The ioyes of life the pangues of death it makes me feele eche daie But life nor death this humor can deuise to weare awaye Faine would I dye but yet in death no hope I see remaines And shall I liue since life I see a course of sory paines UUhat is it then that I doe seeke what ioye would I aspire A thing that is diuine belike too high for mans desire FINIS F. K. Euill to him that euill thinketh THe subtill s●ily slightes that worldly men doe worke The freendly shewes vnder whose shade most craft doth often lurke Enforceth me alas with yernfull voyce to say UUoe worthe the wilie heads that seekes the simple mans decay The bird that dreades no guile is soonest caught in snare Eche gentle harte deuoyde of craft is soonest brought to care Good Nature soonest trapt which giues me cause to saie woe worthe the wilie heades that seeke the simple mans decay I see the serpent vile that lurkes vnder the greene How subtilly he shrowdes himselfe that he may not be seene And yet his fosters bane his learing lookes bewray woe worthe the wilie heades that seekes the simple mans decay Woe worth the feyning lookes on fauour that we doe waite woe worth the feyned friendly heart that harbours deepe deceipt woe worthe the Uipers broode oh thrise woe worthe I say All worldly wilie heades that seekes the simple mans decay FINIS M. Edwardes ¶ He assureth his constancie WIth painted speech I list not proue my cunning for to trie Nor yet will vse to fill my pen with guilefull flatterie UUith pen in hand and hart in brest shall faithfull promise make To loue you best and serue you moste by your great vertues sake And sure dame Nature hath you deckt with giftes aboue the rest Let not Disdaine a harbour finde within your noble brest For Loue hath led his Lawe a like to men of eche degree so that the Begger with the Prince shall Loue as well as he I am no Prince I must confesse nor yet of Princes line Nor yet a brutish Begger borne that feedes among the swine The fruite shall trie the tree at last

wofull eyes do take their chief delight To feede their fill vpon the pleasaunt maze My hidden harmes that grow in me by sight With pinyng paynes do driue me from the gaze And to my hope I reape no other hire But burne my selfe and I do blow the fire FINIS I. Haiwood Looke or you leape IF thou in suretie safe wilt sit If thou delight at rest to dwell Spende no more wordes then shall seeme fit Let tongue in silence talke expell In all thinges that thou seest men bent See all say nought hold thee content In worldly workes degrees are three Makers doers and lookers on The lookers on haue libertie Both the others to iudge vpon Wherfore in all as men are bent See all say nought hold thee content The makers oft are in fault found The deers doubt of prayse or shame The lookers on finde surest ground They haue the fruite yet free from blame This doth perswade in all here ment See all say nought hold thee content The Prouerbe is not South and west which hath bene sayd long time agoe Of little medling commeth great rest The busie man neuer wanteth woe The best way is in all worldes sent See all say nought hold thee content FINIS I. Haiwood A description of the world WHat is this world a net to snare the soule A masse of sinne a desart of deceipt A momentes ioy an age of wretched dole A lure from grace for flesh a lothsome baite Unto the minde a canker worme of care Unsure vniust in rendring man his share A place where pride orerunnes the honest minde where riche men ioynes to robbe the shiftlesse wretch where bribing mistes do blind the Iudges eyen where Parasites the fattest croms do catch where good vesartes which chalenge like reward Are ouer blowen with blastes of light regard And what is man dust slime a puffe of winde Conceiude in sinne plast in the world with grief Brought vp with care till care hath caught his minde And then till death vouchsafe him some relief Day yea nor night his care doth take an end To gather goodes for other men to spend Oh foolish man that art in office plaist Thinke whence thou camste and whether thou shalt goe The haut high ekes small windes haue ouercast when slender weedes in roughest weather grow Euen so pale death oft spares the wretched wight And woundeth you who wallow in delight You lustie youthes that nourish high desire Abase your plumes which makes you looke so bigge The Colliers Cut the Courtiers Steede will tire Euen so the Clarke the Parsons graue doth digge whose happe so is yet here long life to winne Doth heape God wott but sorrow vpon sinne And to be short all sortes of men take heede The thunderboltes the loftie towers teare The lightning flash consumes the house of reede Yea more in time all earthly thinges will weare Saue onely man who as his earthly time is Shall liue in woe or els in endlesse blisse FINIS G. Gask A wittie and pleasaunt consaite WHat fonde delight what fancies straunge what deepe despight what sodaine chaunge what stilling strife what deepe debates Doe runne so rife in doltishe pates Who vewes and sees and takes no heede who seekes degrees and can not speede In steade of ioyes shall reape such woes As breed annoyes twixt frendes and foes who wiuing wantes and liues alone when thriuing scantes is ouerthrowne who seekes to thriue and finde no way May chaunce to striue and marre the play who spendes his wealth and winnes the wine Doth hurt himselfe and helpe the swine who hauntes the house where Ale is sold May gayne a croust and lose his gold Who spinnes by spight and reeles to woe Who takes delight in roling so Doth dubbe himselfe a drousie hedde And bringes drousie foole to bedde Who rides a loft and cannot rule Who sitts not soft and keepes his stoole Doth both content themselues with wrong But wisemen will not vse it long FINIS I.H. ¶ The complaynt of a Sinner And song by the Earle of Essex vpon his death bedde in Ireland O Heauenly God O Father deare cast downe thy tender eye Upon a wretche that prostrate here before thy face doth lye O poure thy precious oyle of grace into my wounded hart O let the droppes of mercy swage the rigour of my smart My fainting soule suppressed sore with carefull clogge of sinne In humble sort submittes it selfe thy mercy for to winne Graunt mercy then O Sauiour sweete to me most wofull thrall UUhose mournefull crie to thee O Lord doth still for mercy call Thy blessed will I haue despised vpon a stubburne minde And to the sway of worldly thinges my selfe I haue inclinde Forgetting heauen heauenly powers where God and Sainctes do dwell My life had like to tread the pathe that leades the way to hell But now my Lord my Lodestarre bright I will no more do 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 therfore with carefull plaint I do thy mercy craue O Lord for thy great mercies sake let me thy mercie haue Restore to life the wretched soule that els is like to dye 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 FINIS F. Kindlemarshe The fruite that springes from willfull wittes is ruth and ruine rage And sure what headlesse youth committes repentaunce rues in age I Rage in restlesse youth and ruines rule my dayes I rue too late my restlesse youth by rules of reasons wayes I ranne so long a race in searche of surest way That leysure learnd me trade the trace that lead to leude decay I gaue so large a rayne to vnrestrained bitte That now with proofe of after payne I waile my want of witte I trifled forth the time with trust to selfe conceiptes UUhilst plenties vse prickt forth my time to seeke for sugred baites wherein once learnde to finde I founde so sweete a tast That due foresight of after speede selfewill 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 paine And he that euill seede doth sow euill fruite must reape againe Let such therfore whose youth and purses are in prime Foresee and shunne the helpelesse ruth which sues mispent of time For want is next to wast and shame doth sinne ensue Euill speeding proofe hath heedelesse hast my selfe haue proued it true UUhen neighbours next house burnes tis time therof take heede For fortunes wheele hath choise of turnes which chaūge of chaunces breede My sayle hath bene aloft though now I