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A18734
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The firste parte of Churchyardes chippes contayning twelue seuerall labours. Deuised and published, only by Thomas Churchyard Gentilman.
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Churchyard, Thomas, 1520?-1604.
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1575
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STC 5232; ESTC S104983
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maist sit and sée At open vew what Churchyard writes of mee But erre he takes in hand this worke of myne I tell my tale with weping blubbring â—yeu Geue â—are good frind and here what I shall say And for the while set all affaires aside But suer I feare to short I finde the day To show my greâ—e that hardely can I â—ide Yet throw I go and hope with happy iioe Though haples wind hath bloweÌ„ my barke about And daungers deepe did driue my dayes in dout Since calme is cum and quiet â—ase I haue Heare his complaint the late crept out of graue How should I speake that houlds my head in hand Which seÌ„celes skalpe both life speach hath lost Yet out of brest though hedles here I stand I may blase forth the greues of groning goste As from the seas that is with torments tosâ—e Coms roring noyes when calmes ful quiet are So breath I 〈◊〉 from brest my broyling care Though head be of a smoking fume procedes From quaking neck gushing vaines that blâ—des Heare him I say whose bowels speakes alone And wants in dede both vse of tunge and wit Heare him that must by arte cum make his moâ—e And lackes therfore the members meete and fit Heare him that grones howles from hollow pit Here him whose voice doth giue a fearfull sownd Heare him that long lay rotten in the ground Here him whose plainte may pearse the lofty skyes And for thy ayde and english versis â—ryes As naked suer as he was lapte in shete With deadly lookes and grisâ—ly staring hare Not like a man but like a monstrus sprete Sent from the pit to whisper in thyne eare And make the muse of world an other where For here as tyme doth softly steale away So life and lande and all thinges doth decay No birth nor blud nor flocks of frends preuayles WheÌ„ sturdy storms strikes down our stately sails The ship must sway aside or sinck in seas That shaken is with shocking surges still The grenest gras that grows in goodliest leas To partching heat must yeld by reasoÌ„s skil What slene can stay y rowlith down the hil What fote can stand the fortune dayly trips whips What liuing wight can skape her skorging No soner out of shell or mothers lap But subiect straight to sorow and mishap The life 〈◊〉 sume â–ª most swéetly do embrace To trobled teares doth turn or we be ware We are in loue with fond Narcissus face And dâ—ound our selues in the wheroÌ„ we stare And fede the flesh so long with daintie fare That belly swelles or stomack belchith vp The liquor swéet that came from spiced cup. One daies disgrace doth brede an endles sore And payse vs â—ame for all thinges past before Yet climing vp the trée of tickell trust We streache the arme as far as reach may go Disguisd with pompe and pampred vp with lust We gase aloft and neuer lokes belo Till hatchet cumes and giues the fawling blo Then crack it cryes and all in shiuers flyes That many a day was mounting to the skyes One stroke throws downe a thousand â—owes withall And such as clyme are crusht by sodayne fall Was I not one that in toppe Galland stode And bare great sway with him y ruld the roste Was not my house sprong out of geÌ„tel blud And was not I long time in fauor most Yes sure I was and therof make I boste At skole broght vp with prince of pereles race A playfeere long with him in euery place My childhode wan such loue liking great That in mine age I sat in Senate seate Was not my sier about a king estemde And highly plast wherbi he purchast praise And nere the king in fauour as it semde Yea mutch made of ful loÌ„g before my daies Was not I sent Embaster sundry wayes And did not I my dewtie euery hower With paine purce as far as stretcht my power The world wel knows what seruice I haue done And by the same what honor I haue wonne My manhode made mine enemyes fly like shepe Before the Wolfe that watcheth for his pray My wisdom did in peace the commons kepe WheÌ„ Iohn of Gaunt they wold haue made away My presence oft could quiet many a fray My councel coeld the rage of retchles heades My stoutnes sarud the state in sundry steades My noble mynd could neuer take no rest For publike wealth I had such burning brest In Poâ—teou long agenst â—he French I was Where frontier warre I hild and did full well And as I did throw many a perell passe At comming home in enemyes hands I fell And when in dede my prince therof hard tell He sory was and spake of me much good But as these thinges in weight ballaunce stood â–ª Our Souldiers toke a Duches of great fame Who at that tyme of Burbon bare the name The Souldiors swore that she shuld neare be frée Nor see her Sune nor fynde a sparke of grace Nor loke for hope till she had raundsomd mee And set me safe in good and quiet cace Lo what regard they had in euery place Of me those dayes lo how I was on height Lo how I was employd in thinges of weight At home embrast abrode wel likt with all Yea louâ—d and sâ—aâ—d among both great and small When forraene frinds did send for succor here King Richard baed me aunswer make therin In presence then there stode a greater peere But I was he that did the fauor win To speake and thus me creadit did begin And still increace as one whose lampe in déede Cowld want no oyle the blase and flame to féede My Candell blasde so cleere as star by night And where I came the torche gaue littil light And when the king for causes good great Dâ—uisd to match with one beyond the seas T was I was thoght most â—it to work the feat And in this case the king I did so please Of marriage ther the knot was knit with case And so froÌ„ thence a Duke was seÌ„t with me For this behalf the state of thinges to sée Thus stil I was emploid in great affaires As hap her self had hald me vp her staires An office here I had of great renowne A place nere prince and stil in court to be That might coÌ„maund the people vp down And thrust theÌ„ out or cal them in to me Bad I theÌ„ run one flocks then wold they fle Bad I them stand in dede they durst not sit I swayd them all as horse is ruld by bit I bare in hand the stafe that kept the sturr And knokt their pates y prest to neer the dur Lord warden loe of the sinck parts I was And captaine both of Douer Castel tho Throw lordly roumes places I did passe As easely sure as man can wish to go I knew no ebbe my tide did dayly flo I kept the
foe And sew to such as set our liues to sale We were shut vp they had the bounsing gale That blew their barke beyonde our compasse cleane With sailes aflaunte and had no mery meane They clapt on all and wente throw streme and flud When trew mens fete stode faste in mier and mud I was the man that moste of mischief had I was accusde and cald to counte in haste I founde moste cause to sighe and sit full sad I was laide vp and thereby clene disgraste Myn enmies said I did the treasure waste And held in hand the Souldiours money to I was so nipt I knew not what to do My frindes wext fainte or ferd the like mischaunce But I was he must leade the dolefull daunce A mitred head a Bishop bolde and braue Said I conueide away Saint Thomas shryne And that I mente the king of Beame should haue The same from me by priuy practise fyne To hoiste me vp he laid boeth hooke and syne And so by frindes he framd so flat a feate That I was cald to strait accounte in heate For this and more a libell long and large Of forgid faultes that he laide to my charge No clarke might come to make my reckning right No tale could serue to show my matter throw No depe discource could bring the trothe to light No man of law could canues cases now Strong hande did all I must both bende and bow The king knewe not of halfe the wrongs I felte Nor none could finde how finely cardes were delte A pack was made and one had got the ace And trimly robd the trumps before my face No boote to bid the players deale agayne The game was won and I had lost the stake These foisters fyen could nick both by and maine And kog out right when they the dice did shake And of swete spoyle a bitter banquet make They cald me in and I the only geste Was bidden then vnto this bluddy feeste I was compeld to taest what dishe they wolde And in great heete to drinke vp poison colde I meane my fate and fortune was so harde I could not scape their handes that sought my life Who wreackt their wrath on me without regarde Yet long in sheath they kept the murthering knife For on my hap at first rose all this strife And on the frinds that I by hap had wonne This end I had and mischief was begonne For taking parte with such as likt me well To ground full flat from top of tree I fell When in the tower my foes had clapt me faste Few frendes I founde the world began to winke And so at length in rerage was I caste And poste alone was lefte to swym or sinke And iudgement was as I was forste to thinke That I should paie twoo hundrith thousand frankes For all my toile lo here is all my thankes I did posses my chargis and my losse And paines abrode came home by weping crosse And wanting wealth to paie this heauy summe With billes and glaiues from prison was I led And so vnto the Towre hill did I cumme To suffer death where sone I loste my hed The king knew naught of this til I was ded Loo people here how thinges about were brought And what disdaine and mightie mallice wrought Lo here his ende and sodaine sliding downe That was both true to God and to the crowne As littill twigges oer toppes of houses grow Whose braunches big spredes out a mightie tree Or as smale brokes with seas do swell and flowe Yet hath no powre to passe their boundes you see Or as faire flowers that in gay gardins bee Sprouts out a while and when they are at height They fade and fall and then declineth streight So man doth mounte a whyle on stages hie And at the beste shottes downe like starre from skie When thinges are growen as farre as course is set And haue attaind â–ª the fulnes of their state They backewarde come and can no further get For cleane expierd ye see is then their date The life we beare of force must yeld to fate The slâ—ppes we crede weares out by track of tyme When ladder brekes we can no higher clyme Where Fortune sittes so faste doth grynde the mill The whele turns rounde and neuer standeth still Long is the toile or man to triumphe cummes Large is the plot where we our pagantes play Swete is the sap and sower are all the plummes That paine pluckes of the pleasane planted spray Shorte is the tyme of all our glorie gaye Uaine is the hope of hazardes here in earth Great are the greues of life from day of bearth No suerty growes of all is here posseste All comes to naught when people feareth leste Loo what it is to stande on tickell stayes Where hatred heaues the housholde out of square And when it faules the ioyntes fle seuerall wayes And ioyfull weights are cled with wo and care The seruauntes howle the wyfe and childe is bare The frends wring hands the foes do laugh and flyer Suche chaunges chaunce to those that do aspyre The grounde but gaps who first shall faule therein And who sekes moste at length the leste may wyn Loo Churchyarde now my mirthles tale is tould A mourning verse prepare thou straight for me And in thy ryme some stately order hould For that I sprong not out of base degree Let euery lyne a liuely sentence bee To wake the wittes of such as world would knoe And liste to marke how worldly matters goe And when thou comste to touch the gauled back Leape oer the horse or vse a ryders knack Bear euen hande and holde the bridell right Yet whiske the wande sometimes for pleasures sake Yea spice thy speache and tearmes with trifels light That lokers on may not thy mynde mistake When store is gone yet do thy budget shake Among the best and feede their fansies still No matter though a mouse crepe out of hill Smale toyes may brede great sporte in great estates And in great groundes men walke throw littill gates Do wisely warne and warely vse thy pen Speake Englishe plaine and roue about the but And shote at will and slante by wicked men Shale out the shell and bid them crack the nut Showe some delight and so the sentence shut And bid the world behold me in a glas That did to rewen from pompe and pleasure passe Now I am gone I wyshe the rest behinde As they desier may better fortune finde A TRAGICALL DIScourse of the vnhappy mans life COm courtiars all â–ª draw neer my morning hers Com heer my knell ear cors to church shall go Or at the least come read this wofull vers And last farewell the haples penneth so And such as doth his lief and manners kno Come shed some teares and se him painted out That restles heer did wander world about O pilgrims poer preace neer my pagent nowe And note full well the part that I haue playd And wyesly waye my