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A feast full of sad cheere vvhere griefes are all on heape: where sollace is full deere, and sorrowes are good cheape.
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Churchyard, Thomas, 1520?-1604.
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1592
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A Feast full of sad cheere Where griefes are all on heape Where sollace is full deere And sorrowes are good cheape At London Printed for William Holme and are to be sold at his shoppe neere the great North doore of Paules 1592. To the Right Worshipfull my most worthy affectionate friend Maister Iohn Stannop one of the Queenes Maiesties Priuie Chamber Post-maister of England Thomas Church-yard wisheth much hap great health with great prosperity and increase of desired credite I AM BOLD RIGHT VVORshipfull on the generall report of good people and great commendation that the worthiest sort giues you besides mine own affection to present a fewe sorrowfull verses vnto your protection and iudgement And the rather moued to write of some sad inuention because I neuer knewe you delight in light or wanton discourses Many times I haue beheld the eeuen carriage of your behauiour and good inclination towards vertuous exercises studies that many wayes produced as much benefite to those you fauour as procured profit and commoditie to your selfe a naturall disposition of a good minde necessary to bee about Princes and a blessednes that in these dayes is not common among men And for feare I should runne too far in those causes by manifest speeches which is not commonly allowed I desire no more in you but a continuance of goodnes and those vertues rehearsed and so fall I to my purposed matter The troth is good Sir in the long pilgrimage of mine I purchased many good friendes requisite for my infortunat life which friends did no soner encrease but in a manner as quickly went away either by death or some vnwelcome accident and loozing dayly one or an other that stood mee in great steede I bethought me ouer-often on my great losse so shaping a kinde of lamentation in that behalfe to expresse the want of such friendes I presumed to offer you this simple Pamphlet as a testimony to be thankfull to those that did me pleasure the Bishop of Oxford one of the chiefest and to keepe their fauour I honour and loue who now are aliue This trifle in verse is named A Feast of sad cheere because the best banquets I can make to my friendes is but bare Tragedies Epitaphes or such bitter fruite as sewe doe feede on and many takes no taste in the sowrnes of my delicates so little delights a multitude And indeed Syr now I am left voyd of al prouision and am compelled to present such things as comes next to my hande because a Booke called my Challenge dedicated to the honorable Maister Secretarie Wolley hath caried away most or all together of my other conceits yet my hope is this little recreation that I offer you shall be as well accepted as though I could haue feasted you with a finer Banquet for you knowing mine abilitie in furniture and knowledge I trust you will take well in worth what of good will I am able to bring Thus wishing you much harts ease worldly hap and heauenlie felicitie I take my leaue desiring you with fauour to reade that which followeth The Epitaphe of the Right honorable the Earle of Worster that last died Knight of the most honorable order of the Garter NO day so cleere but brings at length darke night Faire flowers doe fade as fast as they doe groe No torch nor lampe but burnes away their light Sunne shines awhile then vnder clowde doth goe The lyfe of man is heere compared so It lasts a space till borrowed breath be paid And then cold corse in Tombe or graue is laid No honor wealth nor force nor wisedomes lore Nor famous praise Prolongs our daies VVhen Death drawes neere and man may liue no more The greatest Kings are onely borne to die Like poorest men their passage hence they take And noble Earles that sits in honor hie And all estates of life an end must make Yet waile I will for worthy Worsters sake His loyall loue to Prince and Country such As in our age can not be praisd too much In Wales well likt in England honord still For lordly minde And hart most kinde To all his friendes which wan the worlds good will Brought vp in Court among the Princely sort Of manner milde as his estate might forde Held stately house with traine and princely port Right spare of speech yet wise and waer in word Most glad of guestes and pleasant at his boord Full franck and free where things were nobly spent To each degree of nature throw-well bent As though a spring in Ragland Castle were To pleasure those That bounty knowes And had desire to draw sweet water there This Earle had ioy to haue his stable fild With faire great Horse that were for seruice fit And was himselfe in ryding as well skild As any man that myght in saddle sit Could vse the Horse with euery kinde of bit On horse and hound had much desire to looke In building to a great delight he tooke In all good gifts and artes had sure some sight Like noble man That now and than Could passe off time with matters graue or light And whan best proofe of him good people had A sicknes came and tooke him hence in hast The newes whereof makes friends neighbors sad Who hopes his soule the heauens haue imbrast Loe Lordings all how heere our time we waste Our daies are short our race is quickly run We slip away like shadow in the Sun To day on foote to morrow downe in graue From world we goe Both hie and loe All Adams seede no better surety haue FINIS THE EPITAPH OF the Right honorable Sir Iames Acrofft late Controller of the Queenes Maiesties Housholde IF world were waxt vnkind and would forget what heere is done And cleane weare out of mind the doubtful race that men do run True writers should reuiue time past for feare old age would rust And some young heads aliue would burie vertue in the dust VVhere are our famous Kings the shepheards of our English heard That conquerd many things and made our enemies all affeard Our world remembers none with princely Tombes or blast of praise They are no sooner gone but their renowne in world decayes Their Counsellers likewise whose wisedome held vp tottring state Once dead we doe despise we beare in breast such hart borne hate Thus world is worse then nought his care and iudgement is so small It neuer takes no thought for nothing heere that may befall But God that all doth see and giues man grace and gift of pen Of late hath moued mee with verse to honour worthy men Than come Syr Iames Acrofft a Knight who serud 4 princes great Who Fortune fauourd oft and who sate long in Senate seate Who was a while vizroy and then of Wales vizpresdent to Did many roomes enioy which none aliue may easily doe Come take the Crowne Ciuicque that Caesar gaue for true renowne Not one may weare the like in warlike fielde or walled Towne But those that