with earnest zeale we pray God doth vs not reiect But bendes his heauenly eares to heare and hath of vs respect Oh heauenly wightes that doe imbrace this heauenly gifte alway No Rash aduice doth passe your handes all Ilnesse you doe stay But with a mild and modest minde you â—oster euery doubt And take those châ—â—nces well in worth which time doth bring about What wished hap can better be or what can please you more But for to wish and haue at will where plentie is in store This plenteous place that I doe meane is vp aboue in skie It restes in sâ—ate inuisible yea frustrate from the eye Yet not so harde for to attaine if deedes according be A life well led in Godly feare doth winne that place we see â—f Anchor hold and Cable strong be fastned on with faith That Hould shall not relent the Hould as holy Scripture saith Wherefore if Constancie be plac'd within thy brest so pure Giue laude to God whose heauenlie giftes for euer shall indure A presumptuous Poesie for Pontificall pates LVâ—ifer was once an Angell bright And had his roome alofte in starry skie But hawt Disdaine did put him theÌ„ce to flight Throwne downe he was as truth doth testify And from an Angel a Deuill now is he Captaine of Hell and euer more shall be Which vnder him hath a cursed crabbed crue For to torment all such whose due Desert Hath gain'd the same most vgly things to view And hath delite to pay their paines with smart The Proud so vaine is hated for that vice A Deadly Sinne disdained of the wise Medusa she preferred so her Pate Prodigally with Golden lace to binde Her hayre on head but marke the finall Fate As she had wreathed the same in curious kinde Euen so the Snakes did winde about her head Tormenting her vntill that she was deadâ— A right rewarde for such a proude Pretence â— Oh due Desert rewarded very well Oh Peeuish pride thou art of much â—ffence Thy Guerdon abydes in howling hel Where Lucifer chiefe generall of the band Is readie there to shake thee by the hand High Ioue no doubt will not abide the vaine Of vaunting heades that glory without cause Which inwardly doe seeme for to Disdaine Each simple soule But stay a while and pause Behold their end and tell me how they speede And you shall see their good successe in deede Written vpon the departure of Care AS Cruell Care Weare doth away And pinching paines Refraines their place And inward woes Growes to decay So myrth we â—inde Minde to solace The quiet life Sâ—rife doth refraine When heauie heart Smarte doth indure Then wailing woâ—s Shewe out their paine And glad if they May finde sâ—me cure We may be bold Cold is delight Where sower sorrowe Borrowe doth a roome She brings the braine Disdaine and spite With griefe to passe As some doe doomâ— Who sadly sets Lets not to haue Most fearefull fitts Wits to a dull Who markes each cares Weares to his graue To Fatall fine Resigne he will With merrinesse Expresse thy state And seeke for ioy Annoy to kill And let thy minde finde to Probate Such myrth as may Defray each ill So shalt thou be Free from the care Of Froward Fate Hate to procure Thy moode and mind Finde shall that state Doubtes will appease Ease to endure Care is costly Written vpon Chaunce SOme Times a chaunce doth chaunce by chaunce to please the minde Some times againe a chaunce doth chaunce that no such chaunce we finde If luckely there chaunce a chaunce to thy delight Then I am sure that such a chaunce is ioyfull in thy sight If contrarie wise a chaunce do chaunce to bringe thee smart Then I am sure that such a chaunce is dolefull to thy heart Yet must we be content as well in chaunce of care As we are pleased in chaunce of mirth or chaunce that brings no feare For chaunces haue their chaunce like chaunces as they be And chaunce wil chaunce as chauÌ„ce doth please and so much chaunce for me Who seemes to wrest with chaunce may chaunce for to repent That chaunce hath so vnkindly chaunc'd to chaunce to his lament Then is it best Perchaunce to be content with chaunce Wheather if doth Decrease thy statâ— or do thy state aduaunce And â—ith of chaunce there is such chaunce of tickle state In modest sorte receaue thy chaunce as well of mirth as hate For 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 sameâ— 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 Cruel 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 Prouerbes old thus doth vs tell The Rowling stone doth get no mosse The raunger much doth nought but tosse In places fit for madding mindes Till youthfull yeares the folly findes But when that Age doth call them backe And youthfull trickes do finde the lacke Then do we thinke our youth ill spent Which in our Age we 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 castâ— 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 â—o auoyd their hates But he that hath so
to take his due He heares some false reporte in hand which makes his heart to rue But he that bends his eare to euery â—atling tale Shall neuer be without a cause to busie him with bale Aâ—d he shall haue conceipts to coople with his will And some fond fancy put in vse to feede his humour still Wherfore a head that 's stai'd with steady â—amed braine Is vvorth a Masly Mounte of mucke that worldlings seeke to gaine For riches flieth loose where Rashnes rulâ—s the â—and And Right ReasoÌ„ is cut off vvhere Rigor seemes to staÌ„d But vnto false Report that fables feine and finde Esteeme of them no other vvaies but blastes of bootles vvind Put finger in thy eare and harke not to there taleâ— For they are motions mou'd by those that loue to heare of bales So shall each state stand fast and steady on his gound He shall not be accounted wise that folly doth confound So shall he sovv in ease and reape againe in ioy So shall he vvin the wished hap that wresteth downe anoy Wherefore I count him vvise that bridle can his braine And not too rashly ruÌ„ in rage though cause doth him coÌ„straine Verses vnto his Muse. MUse not my minde of worldly thinges Thou sâ—e'st what care to some it bringes The merriest minde from folly free Sometimes conceaues discourtesie Which is the occasion oft of Ire Through frowarde will which kindles fire But if thou wilt liue well at ease And worldly wights seeke for to please Then frame thy nature to this plight In each respect to deale vpright Thou seest my Muse how Fancie â—edes And what Desire in some it breâ—des Thou seest that those which haue bene well Haue not the skill thereof to tell But tâ—inke to get a better place When as they worke their owne Disgrace For why from heauen they chaunge to hell In deepe despite for time they dwell So is our fickle fancie fraught Whom can we blame but tickle Thought The sillie bird that dreedes no ill But singes with ioyfull notes ful shrill Is by the craft of birders arte Ketcht to her paine and carefull smart For why the lime her winges doth charge Who erâ— to fore did fly at large And then she resteth as we see To try the birders Courtesie Euenso if some do thee intrap Thou must needes stay to trye thy hap Wherefore who well can them content Haue seldome cause for to repent For if thou well doe feele thy selfe Chaunge not that life for worldly pelfe You know the ease of quyet minde Is happiest gifte by Ioue assign'd Admit that riches do encrease And then the quyet life surcease What is 't the better for the gilt When fretting fumes sweet rest haue spilt To haue both welth and quyet vaine Oh happie wightes that it attaine Oh golden dayes of quyet state When fortune giues no crabbed mate And on the other side I say O cursed life that euery day Doth not escape from furious fittes Which heates the hearte woundes the wites The merry meane I hould for best Oh happie wightes that it inuest Thâ— labouring man with breade and drinke Liues merrier in mind I thinke Then some which féede on dayntie fare Whose Corpes sufficed yet haue greate care For sure that meate digestes not well Where merrie measure doth not dwell Oh Life most happie still I say That liues at rest and hath to pay And lyeth downe with quyet minde The rest to take that Ioue asign'd Verses vpon the troubles of this Worlde OH troublesome world the worker of wâ—e bale Of bitter biasces of stormes that stint no stryfe Oh hazardes hard which heape vp such a gale In furiouse wise that gréefe is greedy ryfe In vaine with worldly welth is any wight indued If that by mightie Ioue it be not still renewed The cares are greate to cause the minde to muse Of this and that that happeneth oft awrye The Fates be fond that doth vs oft abuse Wherein consisteth a greate perplexetie For whilst with ioyes we seeke to haue relife In meane tune comes some cause of double griefe Thus sharpely shap'd are shimmering shewes that shine To bleare the eyes that very fame would see Such pleasant sightes whose asâ—ect doth incline No wight to wo nor moues to miserie To carke to care to gréefe nor to disease Oh happie 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 perchaunce 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 Mâ— 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 skillesse wise vnsteady to eâ—dyte But sith it is here written for your sake Accept it well and construc 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 fosters 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 sayleth 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 paâ—ne Loe this my friende if that thou finde by Tryall That firme and fâ—st 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 more 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 meane So hope is help'd by priuie thoughts
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 â— thou canst not haue that solely to thy selfe When others may in time it craue as gayned with their pelfe Thou art of yeares to know this well The Hauke whose gorge is full Lakes 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 wont to be Then thus consider in thy minde Where thou thy fancie frames Giue leaue let Nature â—howe her kindâ— 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 rehearseâ— when as they might be mume 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 heareth sway Who doth not Sir Dissemble for sooth the 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 lise it were if idlenesse were maintained A brutish kinde of trade to fauour a fâ—lthie faâ—t A mischieuous meaning man for most part is disdayned An innocent to sâ—ay 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 wasâ— and Phoebus ceast to shine Then went I to my â—asing 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 strâ—ight 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 lo beholde one of my friendes my thought thus tolde to me That modest mistresse F. W. shoulâ— most welthie married be Unto a proper Gentlâ—man whose Parentes are of fame And he himselfe by due deserteâ— 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 beyling bale Wiâ—h 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 deliâ—ht did friendlesse feare reiect So I doe wish if you so please that it may take effect And thus I â—nd my duely 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 dâ—e 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 quiâ—t minde is neuer trobled muchâ— But tries to take each thing in sober sorte When frâ—waâ—d fancy fretteth and doth gruteh 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 haâ—e no ill conceipt I hope within his minde For I must needes confesse I haue not idle Time So much as I had heâ—â—etoforeâ— 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 â—till 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 dâ—e to poâ—der 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 asorde me thaâ— which should yeelde me delight Because she saw I was dispos'd in solitarie soâ—te With matter voyd of pleasant glee to make a plaine reporte Of priuate passione which procure the inward wo and paine The secret causes of contempt the doleur and disdaine The lingring hope that faintly feedes the mindes of many wightes That passe their time in place where grow but few delightes And yet we seâ— it happens so that in the mid'st of smart They finde some causes of conceipâ—e which doâ— reâ—oyce their heart And trust me true that is the way to mittigate the ill Which other wise might be the causeâ— of wounding of their will To be disposed from delight is meane to moue or
mone To consâ—â—ue of each crosse conceipts is guyder vnto grone Whereâ—ore to vse indifferently the causes of ill lucke Is meane to moue no inwarde hate vpon our thâ—ught 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 tâ—ngue 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 Luâ—e 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 whein 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 â—aithfull friend be loth him to offend Accounte thoâ— 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 maist 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 that courteouse kind such malice once woulâ— owe. Oh Fortune fickle Dame in whom remains no trust Whose wauering chaunces are no â—taytâ— grouÌ„d vpoÌ„ for iusâ— As thou procurest friendes so thou procurest foes As thou makes â—ich so thou makes poore eueÌ„ as thy pleasure growes As now to day to laugh to morrow for to wâ—epe And those that wake in pleasure sweet at length in dauÌ„ger sléepe Thus vpside down thou roulest the whirling wheele of chauÌ„ce And I accompt them happilesse that most thou dost aduauÌ„câ—â— As for my onely state I blame thee oh 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 sâ—lely I was deem'd To be in presence more then euer since I was But now a chaunce against me vnhappely doth passs For why I dare not halfe so boldely now aspire I dare not once presume to warme me by the fire I dare not Parle nowe so bolde as I was wont For if I doe the aunswere comes both sharpe both tarte and blunt And head is hanged downe and eyes doe looke aside And faces of the other sorte are made as they woulde chide Wherfore you flattering flurt Dame fortune by your name A vengeance take thy truthles trade for thou didst cause the same But though in thy dispight yet will I vse my coy And neuer soake my heart with care although they seeme so coy For they are but thy fittesâ— I knowe it very well When pleasantnesse is so disposed such thinges he can expell To which most happy time I trust but not to thee For thou art still of flitting kind and euermore wilt be Verses declaring how each Desirâ— Is satisfied in Time THe hungery soule that wantes of foode his Corpes to fill Is forced forth through pining plainte to remedie his ill And if by happie lotte he lighteth in such place Whereas is foode abundantly to helpe his dolefull case Then you shall see this swaine whom hungers hate had hiâ—t When he in Time hath had Desire doth skorne that ofte he mist The wâ—ght that keepes in Courtâ— and viewes the gallant shewes Of Princes Pallace deerely dect whose eyes it dayly knowes â—steemeth not so much the sight though it be rare As he esteemes a new fond toy where on his eyes may stare What is the cause of this because that he is fill'd And hath enough euen of the sight As much as he hath will'd The Goldsmith that doth worke vpon the Diamond rare Doth not so much esteeme the sight as sequell doth declare The Painter that doth make with pencell in his hand Some passing peece of Portracture like liuely shape to stand At first time when he went with will to learne that art Desire was a mate of his and woulde not drawe a part And marke how he by Time of it hath had his fill He passeth more for greedie gold then he esteemes his skill Thus is Desire at length by Time brought into vre The Painter pleased is with Coyne as well as Portracture The Gentleman that keepes a Hauke for his delight And taketh pleasure for to view the swiftnesse of her flight With spannelles for to raungeâ— the game alofte to spring At length we see he wearily accompteth of the thing The greedy Lyon eke that roareth for her pray Is neuer satisfied vntill Some faultlesse thingâ— she slay And then when she hath fed and fulnesse her inuest
will not see That worngfull iudgement geuen be Then preace in place thou guyltlesse mindâ— 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 subdue Conceyue no cause of ponsiue 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 lonâ—est doth remaine In â—appie blisse but aâ— the lastiâ—â—asteth of some paine Where with I grewe astonied an aunswere streight to make For why quoth I deliberation in this I had neede â—ake 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 theâ—ein takes her rest her younglings to preserue As nature doth ordaine each thing by course of kind So she doth them maintaine till seekers do them â—ind Like so where worldly woes doe dayly still increase And lucklesse chaunces shewe that sorrowes will not cease Till happy kap doth hit and course doth turne and change And good lucke come to those to whomâ— she hath bin strange Where want doth weaue the web there skant doth pleasure growe Wherâ— good successe doth ebb there ill successe doth flowe Where Patience perforce in spight must vsed be Vnhappy is that course such haplesse hap to see As pleasantnesse doth vade and dieth like the flowâ—e 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 iâ— tender for the knife So mirth is seldome seene whereas such cares be riâ—e Verses vvhich signifie the ease Hovv medling least doth not displease THe busie heads whose harebraine wits With causelesse cause will haue to dealâ— 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 Ne 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 ease 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 and Debate Rancour and Rage be reared vpright Enuie Disdaine and cruell hate Are put in vre by such a wight All you that meane to liue at ease To meddle least doth not displease So may you well be bold of this The loue of each man thou shalt winneâ— And haue likewise eternall blisse For quiet state you liued in All you that meane to liue at ease To meddle least doth not displease Of medling least I thus define The happie state in it doth rest And like a Iuell it doth shine Among all Iuels of the best All you that then wil liue at ease To meddle least doth not displease Verses written vpon Saint Iames his day OH Blesseâ— Sainte whose glorious name doth shine Throughout the world with fame and honouâ— eke Whose wisdome rare and modest life diuine Doe â—hew thy selfe to be both iust and meâ—ke Thou follow'ost Christ thou neuer wast to seeke God graunt I Iames may euer doe the like That Iames may ioy with Iames that was so pure In heauenly throne which euer shall endure O Lord Direct and guide my steps like his With harmelesse heart to treade so true a traâ—e Then shall my steps be steadie and not misse But by good life to winne thy heauenly place With courage bâ—uld to come and view thy face For that I haue sincerely runne the race And liu'd vpright in thought in worde and deede And in excesse of sinne doe not exceede O Lord if I may iustly this approue Then let me haue according to desert Reiect me not but for thy tender loue Reuerse the rage of sinnes internall smart And I protest to laude thee with my heart O Lord I craue from sinne doe me conuert That when my life no longer heere may bee My soule may rest in heauen aboue with thee FINIS None good but God quoth Iames Yatis THE Chariot of Chastitie Drawne to publication by Dutiful Desire Good will and Commendation Also A Dialogue betwene Diana and Venus With Ditties deuised at sundrie idle times for Recreation sake Set downe in such wise as insueth by Iames Yatis LONDON Imprinted by Iohn Wolfe dwelling in Distaffe Lane neere the Signe of the Castle 1582. To the vertuouse and his approued good Mistresse Mistresse Elizabeth Reynowls wife vnto his approued good Master and friend Master Henry Reynowls Esquire COnsidering with my selfe worshipfull Mistresse the due desert proceeding to your person the perfect proofe of pure pretence in supporting and holding vp of vertuouse exercises was and is the occasion to incourag me of presenting this vnto your view I am though vnskilfull yet not vnmindful of your deserts
stepâ— 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 Who plagues the Cupid knights with paiâ—â—â— 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 samâ— shall neuer sure repent O Chastitie how is thy seat ordained in heauenly throne Assigned â—here by mighty Ioue whereas theâ— 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 ertant to the worlde 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 surâ— 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 maliâ—ce did extend O onely sweete and Sauiour greate of all the world so wide How didst thou suffer paine for vs with speaâ—e thrust in thy side And all was for our sâ—â—full 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 siâ—sul 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 theâ— in blisse which neuer shall imbace But shall remaine time 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 liue chaste and then be surâ— 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 insued 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 hauntâ— with entertainement good Then stay they still to spend their Time â— in fleshly giddie mood And vse such pranckâ— as please them bestâ— 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 praâ—e or make a braue reporte It were but vaine to seeme to dealâ— in place of great vnrest It were but vaine to pinch the mindâ— and busie much the brest It were but vaine to goe beyond our owne knowledge and skill It were but vaine to meddle wherâ— we shall but get vs ill Wherefore my friend sith I haue nowe performed as you see That your request which long agoâ— 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 â—o iudge with equall mind At all tâ—â—es 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 heartâ— shall cleere me from the blame That finding wittes deuising still to moue debate and strife 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 ciuile sorte and honest life which shines as bright as goldâ— 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 traine 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 all ilnesse 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 awâ—ye Because you are a Goddesse Chaste no ilnesse youâ—e espye Diana No ilnesse yes I see too much I would it were not vsed I pray to Ioue for to reforme the faâ—tes that are abused Venus Abused why in what respect you 'l count my lust a vice Perchaunce you wil condemne my baiteâ—â— that yunkers 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 euillâ— A thankesgeuing vnto God for the happie peaceable and most gloriouse Reigne of our singuler Souereigne and Ladie Queene Elizabeth WIth humble â—eartes and faithfull mindes assemble all and pray And sing high laude vnto our God whose goodnesse to display Surmountes the sense of mortall heâ—deâ— to glorifie the same With such desertes as rightly longeâ— 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 Elizabeth 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 secrecie that loorkes Lay open to her Princly viewe all those 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 faine 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 coniecture 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 â—olde they shine with vertue bright Thus much as Fame commanded me I haue heere put in vre 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 gallanist 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 saâ—ce As any Dame in Dians Courte I rightly may compare Yea Chaste she liues I tell you true in spite of Cupids ire A Vertuous praise she doth deserue if duety may requireâ— Foelix 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 keepâ— 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 rebâ—ked 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 is the most of all But if that wishing could aduaunce My wishing should not come behind But wishing is a tickle chaunce Although we wish yet want we find Wherfore to wish it is but vaine When as we wish and not attaine If Courteous nature be on ground It is in her I dare depese Whose grafted Impes of grace are sounde As vertuous buddes at large disclose Whose fragrant life like Woodbine flower May seeme to deâ—ke a Matrons bower I shall not neede to name her name But priuately in fostering brest I meane â—or 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 when as I view'd and saw There euery herbe that nature had bedeckt And euery flower so fresh and red as Haw I stoode in choyse of which I should elect Yet coulâ— I none there finde that did me please So much as two by whom I haue found ease And Fennill first for sight hath done me good Whose water Stil'd did ease my pricking eies Reuiu'd my heart cheer'd my fainting blood And made me laugh wheÌ„ head was ful of cries What say you noâ— can you expulsse my clause May I not praise yes sir when I haue cause Yes sure this hearbe I likâ— and like againeâ— And if I had a garden as some haue I would much plant and take therein greate paine To haue in store for such as will it craueâ— Yet some will say that Fennill is to flatter They ouer reache their tongues too much do clattâ—r The Woodbine leafe is good to ease the thorte Or paine in mouth that comes by â—romnies in drinkeâ— I haue it tryed I do not lye for note Seeth thou the leaues in water as I thinke And wash thy mouth and thou shalt finde such â—asâ— As will no doubte the former paine appeasâ— For these same two I pray to God from hearte Their hewes may stand in happie sâ—ate and prime And boysterouse windes may blowe from them apart Who do good though fisâ—ily they clyme As helpe I finde so helpe I ought to praise That helpe may helpe when helpe shall neede alwaies Of a friende in prosperitie and a foe in aduersitie THat morning which so braue doth shine with Phebus glistering face â—are darksome night approched is a shower doth it disgrace And yet Sir Phebus gallant hew in morning did displaye Who seem'd to promise by aspect to burnish out the day Euen so of double harted friendeâ— I rightly do compare Which shewe a pleasant face vntill 〈◊〉 friend be caught in care And then as dimming of the Sunnâ— doth châ—unge the former hue So doth a double faced friend returne againe a new From faithfull friendship which as he by promise should not do But those that can dissemble Sir they know what longâ— theretoâ— But whilest thou art in prosperouse state and voyd of Fortunes lowre Then will they seeme to be thy friendes in pleasant wordes each howre But when Aduersitie that wretch hath caught thee in his snare Their friendship is forgotten then of thee they haue no care Wherefore who trustes a smiling face may chaunce to be beâ—uylde And he that toucheth pich they say shall thâ—rewith be defil'â— A perswation patiently to suffer
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 deedâ— 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 enterprâ—se so bolde And layes her ribbes in foaming seaeâ— 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 Whâ—t 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 a go tels Faire wordes makes fooles faine Which Sentence tries it selfe in me the more hath beene my paine I stand to trye my Chaunce as Fortune will alotte To see if that she white thâ—e 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 â—or 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 â—iâ—e 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 hue 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 flamesâ— 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 beléeue Thus do the knaues so cogge and foyst and count you as a foole And say your wittes they be so â—ase as you may go to schoole Wherefore loue no such fleering 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 beâ—t 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 the horse which drawes in cartâ— is euer nye the whippe But when too late you do repent repentance will not serue Wherefore foresee in time I warne from follie 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 friendshipe is the best Oh happie man that findes the same yea twise and double blest A trustie friend is harde to finde as Sages old doe tell But flattering friendes attend at hand some profit out to smell And when for greedinesse of gaine his friend he doth forsake That friendship is not faithfull fixt but as the lurking Snake Lies hidden vp in leaues so greene to sting a man vnwares Euen so a fauning friend is found to leaue a man in cares But faâ—thfull friendship saith to him thou dost declare thy kinde Thou shew'st thy nature and thy moode and eke thy truthles minde O faithfull friendship high in hap thou dost no time Dissemble Thou swaruest not in time of neede though foes coulde make thee tremble Thou standest like a steadie rocke though friend be link'd in chaines And if thou maist expulse his thralles thou thinkst it happy paines And to redresse him of his greeues and libertie to get Such iâ— thy faiâ—h and constancie as charge no time can let Such is a faithfull friend indeedâ— but for a friend by shewes He is a friend but flatteringly as well his conscience knowes A faithfull friend is neuer tried till one be neare the brinke And that his fâ—iend is like to fall and iâ— he then doe shrinke That friend will beare the name no more of faithfull friend I say But counted as a fleeting friend wherein there is no stay There are many kindes of frends god knows more then I can well name There are friends in words and not in deedes and friendes that faile with shame And friendes by former promise true till stone is roulde on necke And then Godboy they cannot stayâ— but feede thee with a becke Such is the friendship of this world O Lorde a faithfull friend Is rare to finde and daintie sure to haue vnto the end For faithfull friendes were neuer more in scarcitie then now Nor neuer harder for to finde to God I make a vowe For I my selfe not long a goe by raunging wise did trie What seedes were sowne in frieÌ„dships grouÌ„d and where the chafte did lye And as the triall telles the trueth euen so I haue founde out To settle thinges within my thought which I tofore did doubt For why that friend that laughes on thee is not a friend in heart But outwardly he seemes thy friend and inwardly thy smarte And suckes thee as the lurking Drone which doth beguild the Eâ—e So he lyes lurking in his den some spite to worke to thee And yet with â—auning smiling lookes he laughes vpon thee so To bleare thy eies as who should say he cannot be thy foe But trust him not for his faire lookes ne for his glosing vaine But vtterly detest such mates as flatter fleare and faine
Which daily grow Bereaues the ioyes Of some I knowe Of some I know that daily faâ—â— The sower sauce of sorrowes still And yet with griefe they take repast And make a myrth of euery ill For that 's the way As wisedome shewes For to alay Dame Fortunes blowes Dame Fortunes blowes which coopled are With ouerthwartes that glutte the minde And in the stomake make such warre As life doth wish it were Resign'd Yet onely this Remembring still A time there is To end all ill He being very sicke and finding greate courtesie at his betters handes thereupon writeth LEt truth Reporte what Triall findes Conceale no praise where it is due Be bold to laude such courteous mindes As that disdaine not for to view As well the simple as the best With sickenesse when they be opprest Not like the Proude Ambitions wights Which scorne the simple for their race Where wisdome guides there are no sights For moâ—estie supplyes the place And pittie prickes their ruthfull eyes To pittie him in cares that lyes And Doubtles sure for their reward High Ioue some heauenly hap will send Besides their Fame which is Preferd Throughout the soyle where life doth lend And for my parte while life doth well I will not let the same to tell As knoweth God Which sits on hye Who euery secret thought Doth spye If I dissemble Or do faine God graunâ— good hap I neere attaine A Question vnto true Meaning WHere hast thou beene so long Truemeaning to me tell Abroad in world to seeke and search where Faithfulnesse doth dwell What hast thou found him out and where he keepes his hould I He keepes a marrish place that is both moist and colde Who bringeth him his foode firme friendes which neuer fayle And what is that they bring to him Plaine proofe which shall preuaile Why doth he keepe away because men should him craue He saith that fewe now Desire his companie to haue Who is the cause thereof Disâ—embling deepe delight Who doth allure the mindes of men to swerue from faithfull right And doth Dissembling driue Firme faithfulnesse away I. I. Truemeaning markes it well he seeth it euery day Let Flearing flatterie faune Truemeaning is but plaine Yet Truemeaning and faithfulnesse were neuer found to faine Truemeaning cannot glose ne Faithfulnesse deceaue Wherefore Truemeaning and Faythfulnesse of Dissembling take their leaue Written vnto Master S. H. IF wealth agre'd vnto my willing minde To gratify you as I doe Desire Then trust me true some present you shoulde finde For recompence but this I you require For to accept these verses heere in place Which simple be and worthles in their grace I cannot chuse exaction mouing me But write I must yet briefly I intend I am Disposed belike that you should see A fewe verses which I doe commend To your constructioÌ„ vprightly for to Deeme Then courteoâ—sly see that you them esteeme It were a fault to flatter with a â—riend A faulte nay sure a villany that 's more Where Trusty troth abids not to the end Nor promise kept as it was made before If breach thereof be proued then I say Such well deserue to be â—ut from the way Where faithfull friendship walketh voide of And firmenes fixt fond flattery to reiect guile And Deepe disseÌ„bling with her glosing stile Is put apart where Trust doth whole protect Which Trust God graÌ„t vntill our daies do endâ— Trusty to be vnto a faithfull friend No foe to a flatterer A fancy vpon fortune SIth Fortune doth assigne My ioyes they shall vntwine And cares they shall combine I must contented stand Sith that she is my foe Good lucke to ouerthrowe And haplesse hap to shew I take it at her band I take it at her hand Perforce then I must stand For to abide her band Untill she me release Her subiect and her thralâ—e Her vassaile at her call Her innocent and all So must I hould my peace Though wrong I do sustaine Alas it is in vaine For me for to complaine When Fortune knittes her face But beare it well in hearte Although it be a smart In faith without Desarte More greeuouse is my case But God that sittes on hy And guydes the cloudy skye And doth each secrete spye Respect this ruthfull tale Remember those in care Whose backe is faine to bare Untill their eyes do stare And yet they not availe How long will Fortune frette How long shall I thus sette How long shall sorrowes gette 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 and must A vowe prefixt AS Tracte of Time doth try each tradeâ— 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 wâ— and care The mirth wâ— easily can vphold The more indifferently to tast The wo is neyther hoâ—e nor colde The cares be as the cause is plac'd Lo one my friend and three my foes My pensâ—ue pen doth new disclose To take each chaunce and act vpright To hearâ— 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 â—oyle And like as trees their Blossomes shed So cares be past when man is deadeâ— Patience is profitable A quyet life is sure a world of wealth A meane to mirth a preparatiue for healâ—h WHat 's that hath cha ung'd thy state my friend to me declare What 's that hath eas'd thy feare and toyles of former trade What 's that which makes thee now at libertie from care Doth pleasure now possesse the place which greefe did once inuade No t is a quyet life whiâ—h is the worlde of welth A meane to moue vs vnto mirth a preparatiue to healthâ— For where Discention digges there Sorrow sowes her sâ—edeâ— Where fearefullnesse is founde there pleasantnesse is voyde Where soaking sighes be sonke what passions then it breedes I me report to those which be with those extreemes anoy'd For sure â— quyet life is euen the world of wealth A meane to moue vs vnto mirth preparatiue to health The hearte which haunted is with dayly dreedfull doubtes Is in a prison pent in paine procuring still vnrest And when their happens