trust me touching chaunce it chaunceth now a dayes That such as gape for chaunce of Laude they chaunce vpon Dispraise It is a difficulte matter to please many HOw should a man his vsage frame to please each kinde of wight The froward and the fickle friend I see he takes delight In ouerthwarting of the vse of those he doth not loue For where Affection is not firme what will not mallice moue Let one endeuour what he can to satisfie their vaine Yet shall he haue behinde his backe some speach to his disdaine The more a man is mou'd to shew some fauour for his friend The more he seemeth to be quoy and fayleth in the end what hap more heard then sue and serue and yet to want good will What paine more pinching to the minde then wronged yet doth no ill What greefe more greate then secretlie to be exclam'd vpon What hell more hatefull then vntruth where faithfulnesse is gone What folly more then fleare and faune yet altogether fayning What Deede more Deuilish then Dispight and alwayes still Disdaining From such as do frequent the same the Lord my friend defend And eke conuert the fond intent of those that doe offend Yatis his song written presently after his comming from London Why should I laugh without a cause Or why should I so long time pause My hatefull happes for to declare Sith Cruell causes breedes my Care And Deuilish Disdaine within my brest Molesteth me with greate vnrest Agree I must to Froward Fate And be content with this my state Hoping in end all may be well For Prouerbeâ— â—ld thus doth vs tell The Rowling â—one doth get no mosse The raunger much doth nought but tosie In places fit for madding mindes Till youthfull yeares the folly findes But when that Age 〈◊〉 call them backe And youthfull trickes do finde the lacke Then do 〈…〉 our youth ill spent Which in our Age 〈◊〉 do repent But such is youth and youthfull toyes To follow fickle foolish ioyes How Fortune turnes we neede not Muse For dayly we may see in vse How some are in great fauoure cast Yet in the end are out at last And small account of them is made Such is the guyse of Fortunes trade To place aloft and to bring low Euen as her fauour seemes to growe For who so markes shall see in deed Fortune to faile when most they neede Content is best to please the minde By seeking yet some men do finde By crouching low to hy estates Is good for to auoyd their hates But he that hath so stubborne heart As wilfull will will not conuert He is not wise in my conceipte So much to stand in foolish sleight The bowing Reede withstandes the blast When stubborne oake is ouercast If in this world we meane to liue Such courteouse speach then we must giue As we may winne the heartes of those Which otherwise would be our foes For sinyling lookes do not auaile When friendship fauour seemes to quaile The want whereof doth vs molest With pinching pangues in priuate brest Yet from our hearte let vs require We may haue patience in our â—re To pleasure such as we are bound That vnto them our heartes be sounde And that no fayned speach be heard Least all our doings so be mard For smiling lookes and hollow hearts Be often tunes the cause of smarts But we must needs commend of Right All such as in the trueth delight And say from heart and so consent It is a heauen to be content Of wayling and not preuailing I Waylyng Yet not preuailing In sorrow sayling alas I mourne Such is the spight To dimme delight In me poore wight almost forlorne But God of grace Graunt me solace Within short space to ease my griefe And send release Where woes increase I cannot cease to craue reliefe For if the heart Feeles inward smart Without Desert Death it desires The griefe of minde Much woe doth finde Their life resign'd So some requires A Sonnet declaring what infortunate chaunces doe happen by trusting to the slipperie stone I Clim'd aloft and thought not of my fall For slipperie stone alas did me beguilde I fell so harde vpon the hardye hall As breath from Corpes was almost cleane exâ—lde Lo what it is to yeeld to wanton will Whose want of witt to sorrow proues at last Who would asspire may wish he had sate still And so auoyde perchance an ouer cast Yet youthfull toyes of giddy youth are such Not for to care vntill the present time That griefe they feele and then lament they much That fondly they so Rashly seem'd to clime Wherefore the meane who so obserues in brest Shall surely see he winnes a quiet rest A Sonnet of a slaunderous tongue OF all the plagues that raine on mortall wigâ—tes Yet is there none like to a slaunderous tongue Which brings Debate and filles each heart with spights And Enemy is aswell to old as young In my conceipt they doe more hurte I sweare Then stinking Toads that lothsome are to â—ighte For why such tongues cannot conceale and beareâ— â—ut vtte◠〈◊〉 that which workes most Despite They do more 〈…〉 casting Mooles in meadâ— Which doe turne vp the blacke earth on the greene Their poysoned speach doth serue in little steade They practise spite as dayly it is seene O Lorde I pray from singlenesse or heart Such slanderous tongues reforme and eke conueâ—â— Written at the Request of E. L. Vnto F. S. which he had Selected for his Mistresse IF I a Poet were or that vaine I could finde I would declare some part of simple skill To shewe abroade the lowly courteous kinde Which seemes to be within my Mistresse will Accepting so my seruice in good part Although as yet it is not my Desert But lo as Time I say each thing doth trie Euen so shall Time declare I will not sweruâ— But alwaies will my seruice so applie As that I may your fauour still deserue Which is the thing I chiefely doe Desire No worldly wealth at your handes I require And as you finde my seruice to be true So I doe trust your fauour shall remaine Which taketh ioy your presence for to view And glad if I through Dilligence may gaine The louing countenance of your friendly face Which glads my minde and yeeldes my heart solace You courteously did yeelde to my request And gaue me leaue you Mistresse for to call Which thing to praise my pen shall doe his best Although my skill vnable be and small But Ladies all a praise you may assigne Yea and giue place vnto this Mistresse mine And if you be destrous for to knowe My Mistresse name or eke Sir what she is Her Christian name begins with F. I trowe Her surname S. orelâ— I am amisse But I will sweare and vowe Permafoy She is as faire as was Hellina of Troy Alas my pen vnable is to write The vertues all that seeme in her to be Oh mighty Ioue which yeeldest bearâ—â—ly light Graunt her long
wight whom Fortune so doth please But for to tell for truth now which be they My wit is small and cunning it is lesse I cease to speake my sense serues not to say For if per chaunce I should not name aright They would me deeme some mome or doltish wight But this to say the wight that most doth spend His Time in ioy hath some time care among The world is such the best for to offend To reaue their rest that would be free from wrong So some do spend the Wicked World in feares Which for one ioy doth bring a M. cares Verses in declaration of a friend written at the request of P. W. MY Muse did moue me my pen in hand to take In skilleâ—â—e wise vnsteady to endyte But sith it is here written for your sake Accept it well and construe it aright For of a friende I do intende to treate What is a friende right well I can repeate For to declare by iust probation true What is a friend and what a friend should be A friend standes firme in causes olde or new He flitteth not as fickle friendes we see He keepes his oth he fost ers eke no guyle He laugheth not with face of craftie wile A friend is fraught with faith and fastened stay A friend kepes close that is to him disclosed A friend heares not that may his friend betraye But he declares vnto his friend Deposed A friend in woe which fayleth not at need A friend so found I call a friend in deede A friend doth mourne and languish in his heart A friend lamentes when as his friend doth fall A friend doth muse to helpe his friende in smart A friend doth marke and to his minde doth call How to Disnull the dolours of Disdaine Which he perceaues do put his friend to paine Loe this my friende if that thou finde by Tryall That firme and fast is kept a vow once made Thou canst not then procure a wronge Denyall But that he is a friend of friendly trade If such you finde keepe him and be not straunge For fickle friends for euery folly chaunge I hope this shall suffise to satisfy This your request I write it not for gaine But glad if that herein I do discry Such wordes as do lay open verie plaine The friendly factes of those whose friendly lore Doth winne them praise and so of this no morâ— Verses vpon Hope declared by Motion and Answere Motion My hope is helpe which lendes my minde reliefe Though care be cause Some times to force my griefe Aunswere As griefe doth gripe and moues the heart to moans So hope is help'd by priuie thoughts alone Motion By thought alone is that soone help'd indeede Ten thousand thoughtes shall then my fancy feede Aunswere Well if thou thinke with fastened minde and stay Thy thought will helpe in thinking what there may Motion With time comes thinges vnlike at first to proue So hope of Time when dolours doe thee moue Aunswere Such counsells good I take in friendly part And yeeld you thankes with willing minde and hart Verses written at the Departure of his friende W. â— When hee went to Dwell at London THe absence of a friend is griefe vnto the hart The presence of him worketh ioy and putteth backe the smart So will my onely Will the absence now of thee Doth make me waile in woful wise to thinke that it should bee But when thy friendly Corpes shall present be to view Then shal I ioy as now I mourne that absence makes me rue But well I must content my dolefull minde with this We subiect are to fortunes lore as certaine true it is Yet this I doe persuade that absence hath no force A faithfull friend to make vnkinde that were without remorce I doe not thinke that Will will so his friend forget But will remaine in former will and be not ouer set By any light conceipte which doth procure vnrest To bring disdaine whereas delight should build within the brest No no I am disposed to speake this by the way But Trust me Will beleeue me now I doubt not as I say For I am firmely fixt thy friendship will not faile Although that absence might procure the same for to preuaile Well for a vauntlesse vow accept this at my hand As I haue beene so will I be good Will so vnderstand Verses sent vnto Master P. W. to Cambridge IF gratulations Sir from secret faithfull heart May at your handes accepted be and taken in good part Or if a barren verse wherein doth rest no skill May yeeld vnto you such delight as Motions mou'd by Will Then Sir as Time outweares the length of euery life Which bringeth some in happy blisse and some in dole and strife So Time oft takes in hand a matter of erection And though at first it seeme vnlike in fine it hath perfection When this considered is me thinkes it hath a grace Which oft delightes the dolefull minde and yeeldes it some solace And though Sir I presume to take in hand the penne I knowe full well to whom I writes and what conceaue I then I straight persuade my selfe as Triall hath me tolde That there doth rest in Courteous brest receypts tenne thousand fold Which waied who would not then inforce his doltish braine To wryte his verse to such a one who neuer will disdaine The basenesse of the same though found it doe of paine Whose Oaten pipes doe ioy such mates as handle Flayle and Sawe Your friendes are all in health your foes God graunt them foyle And figge for those that wish you ill let grumbling snudge goe moyle A letter I you sent wherein I did discharge To write effect of your request and fathers speech at large Concerning Master B. who nowe in Cambridge Towne By fauours letter there receiued God graunt he so sit downe As when he ryseth vp all wildenesse by exilde Which is the grounde of gracelesse greene where mischiefe seemes to buylde Thus Sir I rest your owne with true and faithfull hart Crauing of God that you may liue a life deuoyde of smart Other verses written vnto him vvhen hee was at Ipsvvich With a Caueat vvhich was in Printe sente at the same Time IF will doe with not want can holde me backe Although I finde my cunning is but small Or if I should Discourse what I doe lacke As I haue cause if well to minde I call Then might I cease and be content to stay The skillesse verses which I ofte displaye I faine would frame some cunning in my â—â—ile And Poet like to notefie my minde I haue desire such matter to compile As may content although in Trueth I finde I want Dame learning which is the chiefest thinge Praiâ—e to procure and credit for to bringe But what meane I to be obedient Unto obliuion so vyle a thinge Why do I cease so longe for to present That to withold which I of right should bring Belike it is because the chaunged state Hath
chaung'd my Muse and put in feare of rate Some other matter Differing from the first Auoyding sadnesse workes a sudden feare A sudden chaunge from that which was the worst Doth suddenly discharge the minde of care And on the sudden seemeth such delight As moueth mirth more then I can resite But Sir if I should breake my inwarde hearte In secrete sort as I do it inuest I must haue Time for that I would imparte But I do hope that this among the rest Shall simply serue as Toaken which I sende My Truth and troth to you for to commend With vowes to vaunte the loyall loue I beare To you and all that is Sir of your name It were but vaine for I Dare iustly sweare You do I hopâ— so conâ—â—rue of the same My duetie donne to you and all the rest I you commend to him which is the best Prouyder for all men who alwayes prosper your proceedings A caueat conuenient for younkers to see How fickle Dame Fancie doth chaung her degree DRaw neere you Impes of youthfull race respect my wordes a while Beware in Time turne from that place where Fancie most doth smile Let not the shew of smyling lookes encourage â—â—ee to lust Least thou be tooke with poysoned hookes where most thou put'st thy Trust. Dost thou not see it is not race to vse deceiptfull wayes For if thou rightly wilt compare and marke well the delayes Then shalt thou finde such craftie vaine such soothing voyd of truth As puts each honest heart to paine and turnes their mirth to ruth The modest mind which markes the lore and state of this our time Doth inwardly in hearte deplore to construe of each crune Committed thorow follie fond The mother of Debate Which makes no acompt to keepe the bond of Truth or trustie state Yet marke how foolish wanton Will by Fancie brought a sleepe Will seeme to playe the noddey still in daunger more to creepe When as by proofe sufficient it plainely doth appeare How Lewdenesle leanes to theire intent and it some will not heare Though in their eares it sounded be eke each day in their sight They blynded are they can not see and why then shall I write For sooth because they senslesse seeme being lulled so in lust And yet they Prudently esteeme the factes of some vniust And in theire heart do sacrifice profoundly and deuout As though in deede that might suffise to bring their fetch about Alas a lack I mourne I waile I sigh I sob to see That foolish fancie should preuaile to winne the chiefe degree In mortall mindes which are but clay and flesh the wormes to feede And like a shadow doth decay most true it is in deede Then ere thy breath be spent and past reuoke thy childish toyes And giue thou ouer yet at last that most was once thy ioyes For why fond Will thou canst not haue that solely to thy selfe When others may in time it craue as gayned with their pelse Thou art of yeares to knew this well The Hauke whose gorge is full Takes more delight to shake her bell then on the lure to pull Euen so conceyue this in thy thought for why thou maiest it see The newest things are soonest bought and are still woâ—â— to be Then thus consider in thy minde Where thou thy fancie frames Giue leaue let Nature showe hee kinde but publish out no names For Nature she can not digresse I speake not this to faine But euen the truth for to expresse to those who to that vaine Doe seeme so much for to apply their studie in their hearte God graunte in fine such do not trie a close vnhidden smart And thus adue I leaue this verse to scanned be of some Which often times do wordes rehearse when as they might be name Verses vvritten vpon this vvord vvho doth refaine to faine declared vnto him priuatly by his friende vvhome he ansvvereth thus WHo can refraine where flatterie beareth sway Who doth not Sir Dissemble for sooth yâ— vpright mind Who hath the harmles heart not verteouse meÌ„ I say Who mindeth most mistrust the lewd and truthles kind Who fauours friendlesse fraud the fickl flearring friend Who most rebuketh vice those that wish godly ende A lothsome life it were if idlenesse were maintained A brutish kinde of trade to fauour a flithie fact A mischieuous meaning man for most part is disdayned An innocent to slay were but a cowardes acte A pratler much to be declares but simple sense A drunkardes draught to drinke you grauÌ„t to be offence Well Sir as for offence offenders we are all Aswell the riche as poore the wise as is the foole God graunt we may haue grace for mercy stil to call And with repentant hearts to set a godly dole In place where we may see and willing to amend As we by nature ready are Gods goodnesse to offend Verses vvritten vpon a dreame which was dreamed on Sundaie night the x. of April and written vnto Mistresse F. W. WHen darkesome night approched was and Phoebus ceast to shine Then went I to my easing bed to rest this corps of mine Wherein laide downe before I slept according to my vse I craued pardon for my faultes abounding in abuse Thus when I had bequeath'd my selfe vnto high loue to keepe My heauy eyes inforced me streight waies to fall asleepe Then Morpheus he was courteous bent to merry make my minde And vnto me this Sundayes night a pleasant parte assignde For so beholde one of my friendes my thought thus tolde to me That modest mistresse F. W. should most welthie married be Unto a proper Gentleman whose Parentes are of fame And he himselfe by due deserte doth merrite euen the same Whose vertuous life from infancie hath wonne him such renowme As Trust me friend I want the skill in order to set downe Well friende quoth I a thousand thankes for this thy happy tale This may preuent the peruers pangues of bitter boyling bale With that I wak'd from slothfull sleepe and to my selfe did say I craue of God with all my heart that Iames may see that day And as this dreame of my delight did friendlesse feare reiect So I doe wish if you so please that it may take effect And thus I end my duety done your selfe I doe commend Unto the heauenly Lord of hostes who alwayes you defend Verses vpon feare and Fury FEare is a foe as fury is a friend And selfe coÌ„ceipt is worker of much harme Disdainefull doubts doe bring a man to end And careful cold doth neuer keepe maÌ„ warme Mistrustfull mindes haue euery houre care As much as they can well vprightly beare The quiet minde is neuer trobled much But tries to take each thing in sober sorte When frowaâ—d fancy fretteth and doth grutch To see her selfe contemned in her sporte Well vaine it is heere much for to reueale In close coÌ„ceipt I will the rest conceale Till Time doth serue according to my minde And opportunitie to open my intent
I see yet seeme as though that I were blind I ioy likewise when as I might lament I frame my selfe to vse such play and sporte As others doe which to the place resorte Sighing is signe of sadnesse As myrth is shevve of gladnesse Verses vpon this Theame Silence breaketh many Friendeshippes Written vnto his friende G. P. IF Silence friendship breake then silent for to be Is euen the way to loose a friend as seemeth vnto me For when I call'd to minde how longe my pen did rest From writing to him which deserues as well as doth the best Then saide I to my selfe I am too silent I That to my friend of all this time nothing I doe discrie I doe consider thus he is of courteous kind Hee will haue no ill conceipt I hope within his minde for I must needes confesse I haue not idle Time So much as I had heeretofore to write each thing in rune I am inforced nowe to bend both wit and will For to discharge that is my charge and rest in fauour still The which God graunt I may for that is my Desire The onely sore I seeke to salue the right I doe require The more of it I muse the more I haue good cause To try which way and what to doe to ponder and to pause To print in priuate brest and secrets to conceale For why it is a folly vaine each actâ—on to reueale But whether doe I wend I run beyond my reach What doe I meane to write so much as though that I should teach O no I not so minde but this is my intent Some verses to my very friend my thinkes I must present And thus I you commend vnto the Lord of all Who readie is to heare and helpe those that on him doe call Verses written in a solitary suppose of a doubtfull Dumpe I Sadly sitting in a Dumpe deuysing what to write My Muse could not aforde me that which should yeelde me delight Because she saw I was dispos'd in solitarie sorte With matter voyd of pleasant glee to make a plaine reporte Of priuate passions which procure the inward wo and paine The secret causes of contempt the dolour and disdaine The lingring hope that faintly feâ—des the mindes of many wightes That passe their time in place where grow but few delightes And yet we see it happens so that in the mid'st of smart They finde some causes of conceipte which doe reioyce their heart And trust me true that is the way to mittigate the ill Which other wise might be the cause of wounding of their will To be disposed from delight is meane to moue or mone To constiue of each crosse conceipte is guyder vnto grene Wherefore to vse indifferently the causes of ill lucke Is meane to moue no inwarde hate vpon our thought to sucke We see by due examples shewed the chaunges of our time We see ther 's none so warely liues that alwayes voydeth cryme We see who most doth frame him selfe to sober sorte of life Is forced though against his will to try and tast of strife The most of all that we do finde as hinderers of good happe Are crooked causes which do come our state for to intrappe The daintie dayes of due delight whereon some trust repose Incertaine are nothing so sure as life and them to lose The featured face which florisheth in beawtie blasing braue Shall wrimpled be when hoary Age commaundes it vnto graue The golden hayre which glittereth and showes so by in hewe Shall lodged be in cloddes of clay and kept from worldly view The listening eares which do delight in tales reporting pleasures Shall become deafe and brought to ground when death doth find his leasure The truthlesse tongue which doth agree to flatter and to faine Shall feede the wormes as it hath fed a number with disdaine The pleasant nose which takes repast to smell each pleasant sent Shall lose the profit of the same and vnto death relent The fingers that can finely frame to strike the ioyfull Lute Shall cease from pleasure of the same when Death doth Life confute The feete which wonted were to goe and vnto mirth resorte Must be content to rest at home and leaue off former sporte The wanton wight which takes delight to cut it with his blade By tract of Time growes from that vse whem Age doth him inuade The Preacher he which feedes his flocke with ghostly counsell pure Must yeelde to death and be content his pangues for to endure The wise and worthiest wighte of all that euer liued here Must be content to yeelde to Death as plainely doth appeare Thus to conclude we may be bold each one of natures frame Shall taste of Death when mightie Ioue assigned hath the same Verses sent vnto his friend B. M. IN all thy deedes be circumspect Thy secretes not disclose But vnto such in whom thou dost a faithfull trust repose And if thou hast a faithfull friend be loth him to offend Accounte thou not of flattering friendes thy eares to such not bend Serue God with faithfull fixed faith and frame thy life so iust As that thy carnall motions do not moue thee vnto lust Conceaue and way well thine estate take not too much in hand Frame thy expences as thou mais liue free from others band In doing this with iust regarde thou shalt auoyd much blame And euery one that markes thy vse will praise thee for the same Verses written for one who espyinge his friends fauour and countenance to be altered from the former fashion to satisfie his request he wrote as followeth I See and dayly spy by open viewe too plaine That those which once estem'd of me begin me to disdaine And much I muse thereat but my ill lucke is cause I stand in doubt and dumpish dreed and somtime in a pause I sigh I sobbe I waile I knocke vpon my brest I tosse me here I tosse me there as one that takes no rest I looke like sillie soule with ruthfull running eye And cast my head oft times abacke good countenance to espy But Lord how coy it seemes and squaimish to the showe I neuer thought yâ— courteouse kind such malice once would owe. Oh Fortune fickle Dame in whom remains no trust Whose wauering chaunces are no stay to grouÌ„d vpoÌ„ for iust growes As thou procurest friendes so thou procurest foes As thou makes â—â—ch so thou makes poore eueÌ„ as thy pleasure As now to day to laugh to morrow for to weepe And those yâ— wake in pleasure sweet at length in dauÌ„ger sléepe Thus vpside down thou roulest yâ— whirâ—â—lig wheele of chauÌ„ce And I accompt them happilesse that most thou dost aduauÌ„ce As for my onely state I blame thee â—h of right For sure none the causer was but thou of this my spite Thou broughst my liking first and I was well esteemed And had a contenaunce voyd of hate â—â—lely I was déem'd To be in presâ—nce more then euer since I was But now a chaunce against
abused Lord graunt we may conuert and that with speede For well we know we neuer had more neede Let vs not linger and driue from day to day We haue beene warned sufficiently we know The Lord is angry and not without good cause And though he do but signes vnto vs shew Well let vs thinke if we do thus exceede In sinne so ryfe we shall it feele in deede Amend your liues for the kingdome of God is at hand Mat. 3. None good but God Verses written vnto his friend W. C. of not and nor NOt boyst crouse winds of Aeolus force caÌ„stir the hardy reckâ—s Nor wooden wedges can preuaile to cleane the knotty block Not absence he to frendly heartes can any breach procure Nor spiteful spite can do much hurte where frieÌ„dship doth assure Not frowning lookes of frowarde Mars that can my peâ— restraine Nor doubtfull speach can me reuoke in verse to shew my vaine Not want of good will ready prest shall be one let or cause Nor yet the feare of any man shall make me for to pause Not Time to tarry to deuise some pleasant thing to write Nor yet to proue for to be sine my verse for to indite Not that I thinke my friend he will for rashnesse laugh at me Nor that I stand in doubt if that this thing he take in grâ—â— Not that I am a Poet braue for to declare my minde Nor that I haue a curiouse head some pleasant thing to finde Not that my friend is scrupulousse but friendly be will take Nor that he is of Momus sect to mocks that I do make Not that I know my friend will now accept my ragged verse Nor I thinke he will reiect that which I do rehearse Not that the Time doth let me now some farder wordes to vse Nor that I meane in any thing my friend for to abuse In steade of giftes to thanke thee for Yake Yates his gifte of not and nor Verses written vpon the captiouse coniecture of one who not offended THe state of worldly wightes is straunge And mutall mindes do passe my skill The good haue bad for their exchaunge By cogitations wrong to will The iniury hath small repay Where maiestie doth beare the sway The supreame rule supporteth much Me thinkes it saith why I am hee Men know my nature to be such As scant my like is knowne to be For where I may I croppe I loppe I make them stoupe and bowe their toppe But Iustice sittes with sword in hand And Equity with ballance right The cause and truth to vnderstand To deale by equall Doome vpright For sure the Gods they will not see That worngfull iudgement geuen be Then preace in place thou guyltlesse minde Whose modest moode deserues no blame God will all misbeliues vnbinde And try thy truth with worthie fame And like as Laurell kepes the hue So truth the falshood shall subbue Conceyne no cause of ponstue thought In Nature good each small is greate The wise themselues haue wisely taught More then my pen can here repeat Wherefore I cease I stay to tell Hoping in end all shall be well Verses written vpon a Question I Being once occasioned Comparisons to vse A friend of mine a question put to aunswere or refuse The which was this VVhat thing vvas that vvhich longest doth remaine In happie blisse but at the last it tasteth of some paine Where with I grewe astonied an aunswere streight to make For why quoth I deliberation in this I had neede take Yet as my simple head a simple reason can render I hope you will accept it well though it be small and slender Then Sir I thus confesse as reason would I should To tell my minde I am content to speake the best I could The happiest thing quoth I is Gods eternall grace For that is that which doth remaine and stayes in happie case For els I knowe no thing that happie can be counted No worldly wealth no Towre high that to the skye is mounted No faith of any friend for why it shall decay We see it is like fortunes wheele which turneth euery way In faith my friend quoth he you haue me full resolued It seemes you trust not much the world from it you are dissolued The fragrant florishing feates and gallant glosing glee Is like a blast or puffe of wind which blowes the leafe from tree Esteeme it as it is and weigh and ponder thus That mindes of men change euery houre as fancie doth discusse But ah the changlesse state that euer shall endure Is Gods eternall blisse on hye of this we may be sure Verses written vpon Desire to vnload the minde THe Bird that buildes her nest doth order due obserue And therein takes her rest her younglings to preserue As nature doth ordaine each thing by course of kind So she doth them maintane till seekers do them find Like so where worldly woes doe dayly still increase And lucklesse chaunces shewe that sorrowes will not cease Till happy hap doth hit and course doth turnâ— and change And good lucke come to those to whome she hath bin strange Where want doth weaue the web there skâ—nt doth pleasure growe Wherâ— good 〈◊〉 doth 〈◊〉 there ill successe doth slowe Where Patience perforce in spight must vsed be Vnhappy is that course such haplesse hap to sec. As pleasantnesse doth vade and dieth like the flowre So ioyfulnesse consumes within one silly houre Or what doth boote it nowe in myrth for to abound When as we bend and bow to sorrowes sollemne sound The head opprest with dumpes the heart doth heauie make And wayward chances come our ioyes away to take And as the Impe that 's greene is tender for the knife So mirth is seldome seene whereas such cares be rife Verses vvhich signifie the ease Hovv medling least doth not displease THe busie heads whose harebraine wits With causelesse cause will haue to deale Doe often shewe but foolish fittes For nothing they can close conceale All you that meane to liue at ease To meddle least doth not displease The Royster and the quarreling foole That standes vpon his garde of strength May meete with one that shall him coole And ouercome his pride at length All you that meane to liue at ease To meddle least doth not displease The pratler he cannot abstaine No yet keepe in his tongue from prate O blame him not for t is his vaine He takes a glory in that rate All you that meane to liue at case To meddle least doth not displease T is vaine to put our hand in fire Or in a fray to take a parte When as no cause doth so require Perchance he comes vnto his smart All you that meane to liue at ease To meddle least doth not displease The prouerbe often thus doth shew Which warneth vs in this respect Heere much but little seeke to know That any tumult may erect All you that meane to liue at ease To meddle least doth not displease By busie pates strife
abide Wherewith I blusht and said againe oh Sir I pardon craue Accuse me not for slipping so my matter to depraue But giue me leaue to raunge a while by foolish fancie fraught So shall you pleasure me no small since that my wittes be naught But since I did digresse so much I ten times praise this Dame Whose Chastitie and vertuouse life deserues eternall Fame Her steppes are steady like the rocke her fortresse is so stronge As no assault of Cupids Crue shalt enter in by wrong And as the pleasant meades refresh the flying foules in aire So doth Dame Chastnesse comforte giue to those that might dispaire Which suffer many Derisious floutes and mokes of â—ilâ—e and vitious kinde Yet sure the chaste and constent life all forrowes do vnbinde A rich rewarde by Due desert to see such culling mates Be tinged about the towne in Cart and pulled by the pates When Chastnesse resteth like a Queene In high Magnificence With reuerence done of honest sorte and scapeth such offence As maketh them oft times ashamd and shrinke their headee in hold And chaunge in colours blacke and blew as though they were acolâ— But Truth to say they are a colde in this chast honest lore They are more hote in Venus flames then honestie in store Reuoke recant relent with speeds least Time do come to late I speake not to the honest Dames but to the viciouse mate For why I neede no honest warne then should I be too bold And I were worthy to be blam'd so much for to vnfolde Oh worthie wightes you sporte your mindes with sadde and sober sightes Oh gloriouse Chastnesse how she shines oh blest and happie wightes O sacret Dame by Ioue ordayn'd to be in heauenly place Where as no spot of spotted life thy seate shall once deface But with a heauenly body thou shalt there remaine for Aye Where Angels sitte in seemely sight which neuer shall decay Why then who would not liue a life as Chast as Chast might bee For they shall haue as promise is eternall blisse you see Where contrariwise we purchase death and flashing flames of fire In Plutoes pit to spend our Time if grace we not require There shall we see the broyling brands and fendes of vgly hue There shall we heare lamenting cries with Torments that renewe Upon such mates whom Carnall Lust in life of fleshly will They had not grace for to repent but did perseuer still To greate confusion of their soule in euerlasting fire Wherefore God graunt we may be Chaste for to avoyde his Ire And that we treads Dame Chastnesse steps and on her so repose As we in end may purchase heauen when vitall life we lose And there to rest in heauenly blisse and see our glorious God Which hath authoritie vs to scourge for our offences od Whe plagues yâ— Cupid knights with paine and Bacchus drunken mates And such as giue their minde to lust in end with scourge he rates But Chastitie he doth alowe as vertue excellent Who so doth frequent the same shall neuer sure repent O Chastitie how is thy seat ordained in heauenly throne Assigned there by mighty Ioue whereas there is no moane For as Sainte Matthew doth discusse a Chaste and honest mayde Shoulde be content to welcome death and be no whit afraide For why saith he tis glory greate to dye a virgin pure So shall they gaine a precious place which euer shall indure Her name shall grauen be in gold or els in Marble stone Which shall be extant to the worldâ— although that she be gone Behold you Dames whose chastitie doth merrite well the same And trust me by your due Deserte doth winne you endlesse fame You get renowme immortall sure for Time withouten minde You doe as much as may be donne or in that way assign'd Wherfore keepe fast that key so rare the which no Smith can make But onely he which on the crosse did buy it for your sake Whose guiltlesse blood you know was shedde though he did not offend The cruell Iewes him to torment their mallice did extend O onely sweete and Sauiour greate of all the world so wâ—â—e How didst thou suffer paine for vs with speare thrust in thy side And all was for our sinfull liues the which we followe still But Lord graunt that we may conuert and if it be thy will And with a true and faithfull heart as Marie Magdalen she Did her repent of sinful life euen so Lord graunt may we And bring sweete oyntments to thy seate and looke thee in the face And hope to rest with thee in blisse which neuer shall imbace But shall remaine tune out of minde as trueth doth well relate In place where as is nought but ioy and at no time Debate What say you to this Dames so chaste what say you to this newes Liue chaste hue chaste and then be sure you liue without abuse For chastnesse is much honoured in euery place with Fame And Castnesse of each man hath praise as worthie of the same But where as Beautie ryotously with fleshly will indewed Doth not regard her chastitie marke then what is iâ—sued For Cupids knightes spying that vent doe thether streight repayre And thinke it is a match obtain'd by foolish speaking faire And when that once they finde the haunte with entertainement good Then stay they still to spend their Time in fleshly giddie mood And vse such prancks as please them best too much for shame to write Or more then wisdome would permit should come vnto the light It were but vaine to meddle much or glose in glorious sorte It were but vaine to praise and prate or make a braue reporte It were but vaine so seeme to deale in place of great vnrest It were but vaine to pinch the minde and busie much the brest It were but vaine to goe beyond our owne knowledge and skill It were but vaine to meddle where we shall but get vs ill Wherefore my friend sith I haue nowe performed as you see That your request which long agoe you did make vnto me In writing of Dame Chastitie according as you will'd Accept of it in friendly wise your request is fulfill'd Desiring you of this deuice to iudge with equall mind At all tunes for to pleasure you you ready me shall finde Although in deede I simple am for to performe the same Yet willingnesse of my true hearte shall cleere me from the blame That finding wittes deuising still to moue debate and strâ—fe I le say no more but God amend their lewd and wicked life The end of the Chariot of Chastitie A Dialogue betwene Diana and venus Declaring what can be alleaged of eyther side for confutation Venus THe gallant Youthes with bold attempt my Darlings will defend Thei le preace in place with glittering blade their blowes abroade to lend Diana The modest Matrons then for me my honour will vphold By siuile sorte and honest life which shines as bright as golde Venus Thy life
nay nay t is not like mine I swarme in pleasure so As that no day doth passe my handes but new delightes I know Diana Well well I force not for delightes of those thy Courtly tranie I do defy such pleasures as in end do proue but vaine Venus Oh I am Lady of the world each one to me consentes They lust they loue to like my law I know t is their intentes Diana Thy law is Transitorie sure but mine remaines for Aye No discord doth arise by me 〈…〉 I do stay Venus Dost thou condemne me now of ill by flatte and open speech Declare and shew thy minde at full I hartely beseech Diana Within your court I dayly viewe much ryot there abroch With odiouse othes to please your Impes and dallings that approch Venus And your Impes are circumspect they will not looke awrye Because you are a Goddesse Chaste no ilnesse you le espye Diana No ilnesse yes I see too much I would it were not vsed I pray to Ioue for to reforme the factes that are abused Venus Abused why in what respect you'ill count my lust a vice Perchaunce you wil condemne my baites that punkers do intice Diana Condemne yea and eke defye I loth to see thy trade I spight thy state I scorne thy vse that euer it was made Venus To scorne my vse it is but vaine a figge for such a flurt Now guppe you honest Goddesse you you neuer do no hurt Diana Well well no doubt the mightie God that doth vs goddesses guyde Will pay with paine I le say no more no longer I le abide Venus To proue perswations now with me you shall but lose your time Farewell adew be honest still to Riotte I will clime Ditties deuised at sundrie idle times for Recreation sake written by Iames Yatis Dame Practise brings experience Experience knovvledge gaines Dame Idelnesse hath ill conceiptes And loues To take no paines Idlenesse is euill A thankesgeuing vnto God for the happie peaceable and most gloriouse Reigne of our singuler Souereigne and Ladie Queene Elizabeth WIth humble heartes and faithfull mindes assemble all and pray And sing high laude vnto our God whose goodnesse to display Surmâ—untes the sense of mortall heâ— to glorifie the same With such desertes as rightly longes vnto his blessed name Oh England ioy thou litle I le in prayers do not cease Both day and night giue laud to God for this thy happie peace Inioyed vnder Perelesse Prince Eizabeth thy Queene Whose quyet raigne declares that God his blessing would haue seene Upon her grace and eke her realme the which O Lord preserue With Seemely Cepter in her Throne thy Gospell to conserue From forraine foe and faithlesse friendes from all that mischiffe workes Lord breake the broode of Enuies wyles in secretie that loorkes Lay open to her Princly viewe all tho se that faithlesse be In thought against her Maiestie Lord let her highnesse see We must confesse vnfainedly we haue deseru'd thy ire We dayly lord be prompt to sinne smale goodnesse we require Yet haue compassion on our land and do the same defend From those which vnder shew of friendes their mallice do pretend Unto our Quene which raigned hath this three and twentie yeares In peacable Tranquillitie as well to vs appeares God graunt Her highnesse Nestors yeeres ouer this Realme to Raine Amen Amen for Iesus sake amen we do not fame God preserue with ioyfull life our Gracious Queene Elizabeth In the Commendation of a Godly and Vertuous Matron AS I alone did walke in fieldes I heard a thundering voyce Which did descend from loftie skyes whereof I stood in choyse For to conâ—ecture with my selfe what voyce should be the same It answered me as I it heard I am the flying fame Which farther said take pen in hand and proue thy simple skill To blaze abroad a Matrons life whose minde doth meane no ill Her Vertuous life adorned is with Godly zeale and grace Lucrese if she were aliue she could it not deface No day doth passe this Matrons handes in any idle sporte She to the Church to serue her God in due time doth resorte If any wight shall purchase heauen for Godly life well spent Fame told me that should be she high Ioue did so assent And to conclude if graftes of grace doe growe in any wight Then in the Hinde you may be bolde they shine with vertue bright Thus much as Fame commanded me I haue heere put in 〈◊〉 With heartie prayers to the Lorde her life may long indure Heauenly Happinesse is Due to the Hinde In the Commendation of a Dame Whose name is Elected with Fame IF skill did rest within my head or Poets cunning art Then would I proue to write her praise agreeing to her parte But Ladies if you doe deride and scorne a willing minde Dame wisedome doth not teach you that but Momus mocking kinde For sooth the gallantst of you all that be of Dians flocke May seeme to let her haue a roome without dispight or mocke For why her fauour is as sweete her Beautie is as faire As any Dame in Dianâ— Courte I rightly may compare Yea Chaste she liues I tell you true in spite of Cupids 〈◊〉 A Vertuous 〈◊〉 she doth deserue if duety may require Foeliâ— was not more faithfuller vnto his friend in heart Then she is true vnto her make her vertue hath desert Which long the Lord preserue and keepe with his defending hand From faithlesse friendes and fauning foes whose trust doth truthlesse stand Praise is a preferring of the party though needelesse In the Prayse of a vertuous Gentlewoman IF Vertue praise gaine by desert Or constant stay or faithfull minde Good Ladies let me in this part Some thing Declare for faithfull kinde Let not my pen rebuked be Though simple skill doe rest in me But giue me leaue for to declare And speake my minde without offence Such duetie I vnto her beare As trust me this is my petence To write some thing although I see Unablenesse which rests in mee A Lady I obey and serue With heart and minde and onelie will Who hath done more then I deserue For which I am her seruant still To wish her well since wealth is small And wishing iâ— the most of all But if that withinâ— could aduaunce My wishing should not come behind But wishing iâ— a 〈◊〉 chaunce Although we wish yet want we find Wherfore to wish it is but vaine When as we wish and not attaâ—ne If Courteous nature be on ground It is in her I dare depose Whose grafted Impes of grace are sounde As vertuous buodes at large disclose Whose fragrant life like Woodbine flower May seeme to decke a Matrons bower I shall not neede to name her name But priuately in fostering brest I meane for to obserue the same With former minde and so I rest Whose life I wish whose ioy I craue Till breath from corpes death doth depraue In the praise of Fennill and Woodbine IN garden braue
putting leade in Tin And he that writes may place A. H. where as A. G. should serue But Truth to tell A. F. were best for some doe it deserue And vnder fresh and fragrant Rose may lye a lothsome Toad For to infect that flowre braue by hauing there aboad Wherefore I count them happy sure that doe not trust the vse Of Tickle flattering flearing friendes in them doth rest abuse Let these examples put before suffice to shewe the kinde Of Truthlesse troth which readie is in each deceiptfull mind No Foe to a Flatterer When as occasion moueth To answere it behoueth WHen vrgent cause doth moue who can withhold his hand The Worme when she is troden on doth seeme for to withstand The Owle of vgly hue doth thinke her virâ—es are best The miser pincheth at his feast although he bids his ghâ—st The windes that rise in skyes doe threaten surges sore And tatling tales doe moue Debate where none was ment before The valiant Champion Stoute which hath a Victors minde Doth thinke ther 's none so good as he vntill by proofe he find The fop and fauning foole doth like his bable so As for the Tower of great price he will not let it goe The Scholler younge in schoole may proue a learned Clarke The whelpe by Natures kinde we see is giuen for to barke The Scholler though but young hath wrote this verse to those Which pleaseth for to answere him in Meeter or in prose But trueth for to vnfold some loue to prattle much And finde three faultes yet mend not one yea Minstrelles oft be such At euery dog which barkes if one should throw a stone Perchance in end he would haue wisht to let such Curs alone Hard hap causeth sorrowe and breedeth disrest Where griefe is not absent notes solemne are best LIke as the Carren Crowe doth crie against the raine So I which doe foresee my griefe begin for to complaine Or as the snared Hare lyes tumbling in the net So I lye tumbling in my woe which I cannot forget For why no neysome newes doth glad the heart of man But doth reuoke his pleasures all on sorrowes for to skan I see how spitefull Care doth looke out of her bowre And Fortune with her smiling face beginneth for to lowre The mistie cloudes of griefe doe dimme my cleerest sight And haplesse hap doth take the place to worke my deepe despight The sweete and pleasant sentes which I was wont to taste Be cleane dismist and put away my pleasures all do wast The fine and flagrant smels which did me recreate Be noysome sauours vnto me and worke me much Debate Sir Phebus glistering hue seemes nothing in my eyes For why I weepe and spend the day with sorrowing sobbes and cryes No maruaile though I write with pensiue pen in hand No maruaile though I waile in deede when things be rightly skand And marke now which be they that do oppresse me most Deride me not though plaine I tell you heades of finest cost Lo thus I do beginne they are in number three The first of them is losse of friendes the next discurtesie The thirde is not beléeue the spitfullest of all Which griues me more then former two and bitter seemes as gall But well what remedie Plaine patience is the best For why by her we dayly see is got most quyet rest What doth it boote the shippe to saile against the winde She must abide for Time and Tide els tarrie still behinde Or els perchaunce she drinkes for enterprise so bolde And layes her ribbes in foaming seaâ—â— of waters wanne and cold What doth it eft preuaile to striue to reach the skye In my conceipte it were but vaine least some for it do crye What though that smyling wordes hath led me on the bit Some froward speech shall loose the bond if luckie chaunce so hit A Prouerbe long â— go tels Faire wordes makes fooles faine Which Sentence tries it selfe in me the morâ— hath beene my paine I stand to trye my Chaunce as Fortune will aloâ—te To see if that she white thee rede or dimme it with a blot And if she be so kinde to take the blot away Then will I sing some ioyfull songe in praise of that good day But if that it be so the blot do still remaine What remedie but Patience she must medicine bee for paine But if that spite will spitte her spite in furiouse wise Let all the spites do what they will or what they can surmise For by my Troth I am as the condemned wight Which thinkes his life is past release and voyde is of delight So I am voyde of ioy yet laugh I with the best And smile it out in pleasant huâ— as well as do the rest But what of that I know ther 's many a smiling face Beares heauie heart in Carefull Corpes which causeth their disgrace Some laugh outwardly Yet sorow inwardly A Glasse for Amorouse Maydens to looke in friendly framed as a caueat for a light beleeuing Mayden which she may take as a requisite rebuke if she modestly meditate the matter FY Mayden fy that Cupids flames within you so abounde To trust the tatling tales of some whose wordes proue oft vnsounde Should euery knaue intice you so to talke with you at will What be your wittes so simple now and of such litle skill As you can not discerne in minde who leades you on the bit Fy fy for shame now leaue it off it is a thing vnfit I promise you it griues me sure because I am your friend That euery Iacke should talke with you and it is to no end But for to feele and grope your minde and then they laugh in sleeue And say it is a gentle maide how she will men beleeue Thus do the knaues so cogge and foyst and count you as a foole And say your wittes they be so base as you may go to schoole Wherefore loue no such steering Iackes and giue to them no eare And thinke this lesson to be true which I haue written here For well in Time you shall it finde to breede in you vnrest Wherefore to leaue it of at first I thinke it were the best Giue not your mind to be intic'd to heare each tatling tale Where constant heades do not abide what Hope doth there auaile You will not warned be I see vntill you haue a nippe You know â—he horse which drawes in cart is euer nye the whippe But when too late you do repent repentance will not serue Wherefore foresee in time I warne from faâ—lie fond to swerue Take heede I say in time therefore so shall your state be blest And I shall cease to write so much my pen shall take his rest A praise of friendshippe OF all the Iuels vnder heauen firme friendâ—hipe is the best Oh happie man that findes the same yea twâ—se and double blest A trustie friend is harde to finde as Sages old doe tell But flattering friendes attend at hand
For to bereaue my ioy How long shall pleasure stay How long shall mirth delay How long shall I thus sway In depth of myne annoy Will Fortune neuer smile Will Fortune wrong compile Will Fortune still exile O now I hope and trust That fortune will me pleasure Though not with wit or treasure But quyet life and leasure Lo thus I hope aud must A vowe prefixt AS Tracte of Time doth try each trade And Triall doth disclose the truth And truth is seene where proofe is made And proofe explaineth ioy or ruth So modest minde is bent to beare The mirth the mone the wo and care The mirth we easily can vphold The more indifferently to tast The wo is neyther hote nor colde The cares be as the cause is plac'd Lo one my friend and three my foes My pensiue pen doth now disclose To take each chaunce and act vpright To hears eache speache that shall be tolde To laugh when cause is of delight To smyle when Fancie things behold Thus to behaue and frame thy minde Shall make thee see when some are blinde The sillie soule that droyles in durt And drinkes the dregges of deepe Disdaine Whose simple minde doth thinke no hurt By Patience doth experience gaine And closely doth conuey a smyle To cheere his minde betwene each while Thus neyther for to feare the brunte Nor yet to care for too much toyle But patiently to take thy wunt Till Tracte of Time do giue the foyle And like as trees their Blossomes shed So cares be past when man is deade Patience is profitable A quyet life is sure a world of wealth A meane to mirth a preparatiue for health WHat 's that hath chaung'd thy state my friend to me 〈◊〉 What 's that hath eas'd thy feare and toyles of 〈…〉 What 's that which makes thee now at libertie from câ—â—e Doth pleasure now possesse the place which greefe did 〈…〉 No t is a quyet life which is the worlde of welth A meane to moue vs vnto mirth a preparatiue to health For where Discention digges there Sorrow sowes his soâ—des Where fearefullnesse is founde there 〈…〉 Where soaking sighes be sonke what 〈…〉 I me report to those which he with those extreemes wealth For sure a quyet life is euen the world of 〈◊〉 A meane to moue vs vnto mirth a preparatiue to health The hearte which haunted is with dayly 〈…〉 Is in a prison pent in paine 〈…〉 And when their happens ioy t is deem'd for Fortunes 〈◊〉 As oft it is her propertie slyly to smyle and â—est But sure a quyet life is â—â—en a world of wealth A meane to moue vs vnto mirth a preparatiue to health The shepâ—hearde poore and base 〈◊〉 his 〈…〉 Is ioyfull for tâ—see his nomber safe and wellâ— He eates with merry cheare and iâ—yfully deth 〈◊〉 He thinkes that trade of life doth others farre excell For sure a quyet life is euen the world of wealth A meane to moue vs vnto mirth a preparatiue to healthâ— What booteth Midas mucke where Nero is at handâ— Whose pining trade doth reare 〈◊〉 ruthfull rage Is there a quyet life how might one vnderst andâ— No no it is a hatefull happe vntill it doth aswage But sure a quyet life I count the world of wealth A meane to moue vs vnto mirth a preparatiue to health To liue in quyet state each Godly minde Desires To sue and serue the Lord his giftes of grace to gaine To aske his heauenly helpe t is most that some requires To way the worldly woes is but a meane to paine Then sure a quyet lyfe I deeme the world of welth A meanÌ„e to moue vs vnto mirth a preparatiue to health His farewell to Feare FArewell Fond Feare which did my minde dismay Whose peeuish pangues procur'd my priuate pains The soaking sighes thou did'st in stomacke lay Oft cauâ—â—d my minde to construe of disdaine But sines I see that thou did'st me deceaue Fond Feare farewell of thee I take my leaue I feared thée Feare and why because I hill'd Thy fearefull fittes as Master of my minde I stood in awe to doe what so thou will'd And was content to stoupe vnto thy kinde But since I see that thou did'st me deceaue Fond Feare farewell of thee I take my leaue Yet God forbid true feare I should exempte The feare of God before myne eyes to be If I neglect I counte it but contempt A gracelesse gift from sinne it were not free But when I saw Fond Feare did me deceaue Fond Feare farewell of thee I take my leaue What lingring lyfe led I with doubtfull dayes What heauy happes by thee were brought to passe I feared thee Feare in hope to purchase prayse But when I saw thy truth like tickle glasse Then quoth I thus thou shalt not me deceaue Fond feare farewell of thee I take my leaue God graunt to those with whom Fond Feare will bee A patient minde to suffer all their Illes That Hope may helpe and Comforte let them see And Time may turne the worlde vnto their willes But I say still since Feare did me deceaue Fond Feare farewell of thee I take my leaue Of the burning of the eares IF Talles so often told may moue vs to beleeue That trueth of force in them doth rest then let it not me greeue That I doe credite giue vnto the saying old Which is when as the eares doe burne some thing on thee is told Then trust me now for true in me it is approu'd For why my eares haue burnt so hot as I thereby am mou'd To write as heare you see for to foreshew my case That vnto fables fond and vaine our nature giueth place For if the right eare burne then thus the saying is No good on thee that time they speaks but sure how true it is I leaue it for to iudge to those that knowe the same For if I intermeddle farre I shall but purchase blame Well when the left eare burnes then doe they speake thee good But surely I counte them both a tale of Robinhood Belieue them who that lift for I will leaue the same To him which is the righteous Iudge and Prince of peereles Fame A sorowfull Libell Exhibited to Ioue OH mightie Ioue whose powre is infinite Which can release each captiue bound in thralle Uouchsafe O God to heare me which lament And send redresse to ease me of this galle Let me not thus in thraldome still be bound Since thou art he can ease me of my wounde But send me helpe from heauenly throne aboue Where thou hast store For griefe much more If that thou please from me it to remoue I doe confesse Oh God withall my hearte I haue deseru'd this griefe though it were more Yet I doe hope thou wilt releaâ—e my smart And ease my thralle which greeueth me so sore Haue mercy Lorde for all my sinfull lore The Righteous man doth often times transgresse As still I doe O Lord I doe confesse Yet this I hope thou wilt