bulwarkes against the assaults of fortune that no troubles can touch them nor make them yeeld to the common calamitie of our life but who soeuer so thinketh is vtterly deceiued For ritches is not gotten nor kept but with much care and labour and where it is possest it bringeth daunger dread disdaine and a thousand euills with it Tempting man to riot and lasciuious liuing and leadeth the soule to perdition by a number of infinite follies except a speciall grace doe vphold it it runneth headlong into hell and looketh seldome vnto heauen And commonly when men doe grow ritch they surfet so often with bankettes or bibbing that they are full of deseases and so shortens their daies Which libertie of life and boldnesse in abuses that springs on aboundance the roote of disorder puffes them vp in Pride pampers them in pleasures and blindeth so their iudgements that they neither can sée who deceiueth them nor finde out the right way of heauenly felicitie And yet the â—latterie of one and falsehood of an other about them bréedeth such businesse and raiseth such stormes where quietnesse is looked for that the ritch mans house is neuer without blonder brabble and braulinges So that vnder the calmest shewes ciuilest manners lurketh terrible tempestes and fearefull suspitions which in that kinde is a domesticall calamitie and miserie incurable And so al the iollitie and pompe of the earth enioyed by enheritaunce or purchased by fortune are accompanied with paine enterlarded with dolloure mixed with vnquietnesse and may bee compared to a rotten painted wall that vnder faire collours hath many a foule fret which deceiueth the eies of them that lookes on it or giues those a great ouerthrow that leaneth against it But this is no proofe y e riches is cause of sorrow but this rather shews that sorrow care many misfortunes doth follow riches pouertie so it be not bare indigence is void of hazard frée from fortunes mutability coumpted most happy in comparison of the goodnes that belonged to a blessed life God in beholding the vices of many and sées some bent to estéeme villanie or offence doth cut of their dayes by soddaine mischances or on a set purpose through the Deuine power because their euill shall not hurt the good And regarding the other sort that will or may amend leaues them to the touche of their consciences with good respite and leasure to repente sending them miserie trouble and disquietnesse onely as a restraint and bridle to plucke them from vices And so calamitie may bee accompted a precious purgation and prosperitie may be iudged a Pestilent desease which encreased or begun by disordered life is rather to be called a calamity sickenesse of the soule then a health of the minde or good renowme to the bodie Many great personages being ouercome with the casualties of this world and mutabilitie of fortune haue after their fall into persecution taken all thinges in good part and made but small ado nor account of their state when aduersitie approched and béene often time as glad to vse the libertie of minde in a seruiâ—e sort as they were well pleased when their bodies tooke most pleasure and had the world at commaundement For of necessitie stormes followe calmes and callamitie either last or first dooth visitte an earthly vessell For some come to Kingdomes from induraunce and some fall to miserie from wealth and honor Dyonisius was glad to keep a Schole after hee had lost his Empire and Andronico of Athens when his Countrey was subdued by the Romans was faine to serue sundry miserable Maisters and after led a Lyon about Rome to the end of his dayes But though I brought a Tyrante and and Infidell to shewe that calamitie must bee tasted so could I rehearse many Christen princes that calamitie hath touched and made them as happy by those crosses they haue borne as some others are blessed that makes boast that haue neuer suffered torment Calamitie is like a supplyng salue that heals a sore Canher A pretious preseruatiue to keepe the head from surie of folly A gentill medicine to reforme an infected conscience A bitter draught of drinke that purgeth a stout corrupt stomake A sowre sirope or sauce that seasoneth a lewde appetite And the sweete Salte of mans felicitie without the which no life can be well seasoned Who feeles himselfe afflicted hath cause to conceiue hee is not forgotten where fauour is most to be desired and be that is let alone to followe his owne pleasure walkes as a caste-away and hath nothing to reioyce of For his bad spirite leads him to distruction and his good Angell hath forsaken his companie which is a signe he is giuen ouer to his naughty inclinations and is suffered to slide or fall downe right when the afflicted by a speciall grace is kept from stumblidg The horse that findes the Bridle caste in his necke runneâ— out of order about the wild field And such as loueth lewde libertie and will not be briâ—eâ—ed good order runnes from them and foule reproch waâ—es at their héeles And if they chance to happen in any hazard the sodainnesse of the mischiefe breaketh their hart or the woundering of the worlde makes the wicked a wearie of his life But such as â—â—lamitie by custâ—me hath reclaimed taketh aduersitie as a qualifier of cursed conditions and being content to kisse the Rodde of perturbation are made children of promes and inheritours of the land they haue long looked for So blessed bee those babes then who in the trouble of their soules possesseth quietnesse and makes account of calamitie to be the perfit way and good meane to felicity and good hap The feeling of such a scourge and visitation lately sent me who gatte great benefitte by his trouble made me write this trifling treatise of calamity FINIS A Commendation to them that can make gold shewing that many heretofore hath found out the Philosophers stone To the right VVorshipfull my vvorthie greate friend Sir Iohn Russell knight one of the Lieuetenants of Worcester Shire I am bound in goodwil detted in ordinarie duetie and commanded for fauour receiued good Sir Iohn to publish openly in some little pamphlet the great desire I haue to bee registered in your memory so that I might merit by desearts the least part of your affectionate frendship not common to all but by a free election of minde offered to a fewe you thinke worthy of it in the purchase of which good liking I would bestowe a great portion of my studies accompting my selfe happie in dedicating a peece of my last labours to so worthy a knight The trueth is good sir in the first prime presumption of the gifte of pen I followed the fortunate fauourets of this world as well to be fauoured at their hands as to be enriched by their happes being learned that witte by those that lackte no wealth in obseruing that custome but the higher those fauorets were mounted the lower they lefte mee
knacke Beare euen hand and holde the bridle right Yet whiskt the wande sometimes for pleasures sake Yea spyce thy speach and tearmes with trifels light That lookers on may not thy mind mistake When store is gone yet doe thy budget shake Among the best and féede their fancies still No matter though a mouse créepe out of hill Small toyes may bréede great sporte in great estates And in great grounds men walke through little gates Doe wisely warne and warely vse thy pen Speake english playne and roue about the but And shoote at will and flaunt by wicked men Shale cut the shell and bid them cracke the Nut Shew some delight and so the sentence shut And bid the world beholde mee in a glasse That did to ruine from Pompe and pleasure passe Now I am gone I wish the rest behinde As they desire may better Fortune finde FINIS THE MAN IS BVT his Minde TO THE RIGHT WORSHIPfull my singular good friend Sir Iohn Skidmoer one of the Liefetenants of Haruordshire I Am not forgetfull good Sir Iohn of a promise made touching The man is but his minde Which worke now I present you though not so well penned as the matter requireth yet as wel ment as any peece of worke in this Booke written as well to keepe promise as to show the circumstance of the mistery that belongeth to euery mans minde and to hope that all I write thereof shall be as well taken as a dutifull writer can meane I haue plainely set downe mine opinion in that behalf doubting not but some one man or other shall see a peece of his owne minde in this my presumption of the same So wishing your good and vertuous minde augmented in grace and your selfe encreased in worship and contentation of mind I betake you to God and fall to my purposed discourse AS I was reading in the delightfull discourses of Ieronimus Cardanus his comforts among many pleasant passages and speciall sentences I founde that he said A man was but his mind either in the value of vertue or vanity of vice So waying the worth of that conclusion knowing that Manhood or Cowardize consistes in the selfe same opinion of the minde I considered that common quarrels and priuate reuengement of Iniuries receiued proceeded in a manner from this spring and flowing Fountaine that euer is fedde and nourished with som setled conceite or other For the minde is so noble watchfull and worthy that it is neuer vnoccupied whilest the man is awaken nor taketh any great rest when the body is a sleepe as some dreames and visions manifesteth plaine For euen as a cunning CarpeÌ„ter or Smith is hammering and heawing some péece of wood or iron to bring the same to such shape and perfection as the artificer would haue it So the minde the harber of all secretes and mouer of all good and bad motions can at no season be idle or wax weary of deuises The Imaginations thereof are so many and the innumerable conceites therein are so mighty the fire is of such vehement heat and operation that it must néedes burne or consume any thing that long remaines in it so the minde is of such force and power that it leadeth the man any way it listeth and shapes al the sences and vitall spirites in what forme or fashion it pleaseth For the longer the fancies of the head by rouling to and froe are tired and at length reposeth themselues in the constantnes of the minde the more is the mans reason subiect to the mindes resolution and the lesse strength the iudgement hath when it féeles the forces of the body captiuated and compeld to obay the greatnes of the minde Though learning education and good instructions be a meane and restraint that a peruerse mind shall not draw the whole body to destruction yet the minde being bent to some dangerous determination hath ouercome all the good causes rehearsed and brought both the body reputation and life into a shamefull disorder and made a cruell confusion not onely of the man but likewise brought a licentious liberty to the minde experience of proud practises hath proued this argument no fable but now to talke truely and probably of the minde what can be named or thought on if they be things to be executed but the minde dare attempt and the man may goe about it dare aduenture the hazarde of the soule the losse of life and goods and the cracking of estimation and credit if any purposed mischiefe hale the minde forewarde to some odious enterprises this showes but a weakenes of Iudgement naughtines of nature and a most wicked and wilfull disposition of a desperate conceite diuelishly drawen and enclined and carelesly coÌ„mitting it selfe to euery kinde of practises and dangerous determination But now to touch the noblenes of an inuincible minde that neither Fortune can conquer power may commaund nor worldly pompe nor wealth can winne The true discourse of this minde craues a writer of a higher knowledge for the vnspeakeable spirite that keepes life and breatheth continuall constancy in the brest where this minde makes his mansion house is to be explained and set forth by the profoundest pen man of the worlde that can lay open like an Anotomy the hidden and secrete partes of the body especially the diuine nature closed vp in flesh and bloud and secrecy belonging to the vertue of this manly and valiaunt minde Some men there are and though they boast not much the nuÌ„ber may be great that with a strong heart can suffer afflictions beare burthens abide disgraces and in their most torments seeme careles of all the crossings counterchecks is offered them yet they are armed within to withstand all outward assaults as it were a fortresse manned with souldiers and munition throughly to defend it selfe against the power of Princes practises of warlike people yea as they in peace can vse this approued patience so in the hottest broiles of the warre the hope to ouercome the cruelty of their enemies doth redouble their courages and so with a resolute minde the Cannon they approch the combate they present and the present daunger is presently forgotten a present matter of great momeÌ„t to be in the presence and presented before the vniuersall people placed vnder the cope of the heauens But yet I can not leaue out the mind they haue of honour in greatest extremities for minding the preseruation of Prince and countrey they clap on such a minde as Mucius Sceuola did that burned his hande in the â—ire for missing the killing of Porcena They care not in like sort for imprisonment penury hunger torting racking but can suffer all manner of misery as want of meat lacke of liberty and open aire and lie on the hard earth or bare strawe to kéepe their enemies out of the Fort or hould committed to their charge yea and in respect of the loue they loyally beare to their Countrey they suffer many a mortall wound and in the end offer
ioyne in a battaile against those dogs that biteth them The Fish in the floud swim in skulles arming themselues against their enemies and you shall reade in Plinie that among the Dolphins was such amity that a Dolphin being taken prisoner by a King and closely kept there assembled such a number of Dolphins together as is incredible and they neuer lefte mourning and playning showing by sorrowfull signes the dolour taken for the losse of their companion by which meanes they recouered him againe of the King Thus if Fish Fowle and Beast agrée in vnion with a wonderful league of amity men may blush to behold their own defects and Serpentine natures that neuer rests hissing stinging and casting out of venome bred in vaine mindes and nourished in hatefull brests The reason that man beareth and the forme and shape of his noble creation should be an euerlasting remembraunce to moue him vnto quietnes especially the renowne that is gotten by patience and fortitude should alwaies kéepe reasonable men from rages and be a bulwarke and target to beare of quarrels the destruction of life the hour glasse of death and the whole consumer of all good credite It is to be presupposed that prowd hearts growes so Princely and euery one that is quarrelous would séeme a King or a conquerour yet Princes take great aduisement before they breake peace and cunningly put of causes of warre waying the innumerable troubles daungers and losses that pertaines to a quarrell but the generall number of men runs headlong into mischiefe casting neither perill nor hazard as all our life and fame stood on slashing cutting roisting and striuing for vain-glory In our Elders daies fighters were called ruffians and ruffians were so lothsome that no honest man could abide their company If seruing men which alwaies should be ciuile had quiet sober maisters such buckelers with pikes such swords like spits and such long great daggers should not bee worne The weapon and countenaunce by maintainers of quarrels may cause cowards to be bold and cause corage to catch copper or creepe closely in cornes And now in the chiefe and highest degree of quarrelling where see you iarres questions brawls banding and the rest of disorders but where some party is ouer great playing on aduantage or weapons are not equall except it be among noble great mindes whose valiauncy can neither suffer iniury nor abide any blemishe of honour So euen now to them this worke is adressed the baser sort néedes not my perswasions nor but of good will and presumption this needeth not I speake of The whole world is fraught so full of malice that the least occasion can be ministred bréedes such great busines that quarrels are so common the custome thereof so olde it séemeth nothing straunge to beholde murthers odious practises shamefull poisnings and miserable man slaughters In Italy a simple quarrell but once conceiued neuer endes till death hath dispatched peraduenture both the parties and so greedily they goe to take away life that all the mischiefe can be imagined is put in exercises without delay taking breath regard of God feare of law or shame of the world so blouddy is the minde the body sléepes not till the handes haue done some abhominable outrage The minde cannot bee in quiet til open folly monstruous madnes haue disturbed the whole sences and brought the life and body in hazard of hell fire or daunger of worldly shame these are the fruits of fury The defects of nature the miseries of man and the brutish conditions of the counterfaite finesse in Italy In Fraunce if a lie may bée brought in by circumstaunces or a fine quarrell can be sifted out of grosse speeches present death followes or perpetuall hatred is set abroach wherein murthers are committed and many a mischieuous act is taken in hand odious to beholde and a great horror to heare but most vnchristianly executed And so generally in all countreys and kingdoms a quarrell once begon comes to butchery and bloudshed and commonly growes after in many generations and kindreds to deadly foed and shamelesse slaughters A quarrell in property nature may be compared to many bigge barrels of Gun-powder which once set on fire flames so vehemently that euery little corne thereof is throughout consumed and the blast and busines it makes ouerthrowes houses beateth downe great buildings and shakes a whole towne and the walles thereof in sunder Yea euen as a tennis ball the harder is stricken the further it flieth and the oftner it reboundeth the more he labors that strikes it so a sparke of spitefull hatred being blowen with the busy bellowes of mallice that kindleth coales which can neuer be quenched encreaseth such a smoothering smoke and fire that burnes like the hill of Ethna that neuer goeth out nor wanteth heate and fume to trouble a whole countrey And one especiall point is alwaies to be noted in the naughty nature of a quarrell that whosoeuer hath done any iniury or giuen a wound or a blow neuer can auoide daunger and vtter destruction without some amendes made crauing of pardon open repentance or secrete working of friends that are wearied with the long debating of the matter As one good turne doth craue another so an Iniury demands a quarrell a quarrell bréedes a thousand offences offences hardly can bee forgotten and the more a wrong remaines in minde â—he lesse hope is of forgiuing the fault and the more mischiefe is put in proofe and exercise And whosoeuer duely considers the ill inclination of people he shall finde thousands so apt and ready to take in hand a quarell that in some sort it is held a cowardise and a kinde of no courage to put vp a trifle so many desires to sée bloudshed so many sets men agog in vnhappines and so many goes about with tales and bad deuises to stur vp strife and contention Well since our imbecillity is much our fury not little and disposition so stout that all thinges must be disputed of and drawen to the vttermost degrée of dangerous quarrelling I wish peraduenture vpon some experience that mildnes might moderate the manner of our falling out and if nothing could qualifie the cruelty of courage a regard of God good reputation iust cause and honest dealing may be vsed exhorting all men to looke to life common society mutuall loue and the generall peace of a christian Kingdome For how so euer the Worlde may imagine of fighting and brawling the very route and grounde of disorder in a common wealth is vnreasonable quarels wherein is maintained a kinde of Turkishe tyranny and brutish boldnesse This not spoken beyond the compasse of dutie nor to the preiudice and hinderaunce of any mans manhood which may bee as well seene and vnderstood by the conquering of himselfe and maistring his owne passions as in hauing the victorie of others Which triumph and victorie cannot bée gotten without great bloodshed and businesse Thus Friend worshipfull I haue discoursed a matter worthy treating off
and I hope for the benefite of many And so farewell FINIS TO THE RIGHT WORSHIPfull my singular good friend sir Michaell Blount Knight Lieutenant of the Towre IN trauailing abroad searching some secrets at home that closelie would lurke in corners vnknowen I found good M. Lieutenant manie occasions to write off but none more greeuous to behold than the wandring minds of this world sowers of dissention hatefull to themselues Enemies to their Countrey for reformation of their follies amendmeÌ„t of their liues I drew certain verses fit for those causes and I hope pleasant to read And because your good mind and office of worthie credit is as it were a curbe musrole to hold in such strong-headed wanderers wilfully bent wickedly disposed I did on goodwill dedicate this little Volume to your view and good consideration knowing that therein is no verse nor meaning of any matter but that attends only to the aduauncement of vertue rebuke of vice and loyaltie to our Countrey So wishing you much worshippe I enter into the discourse alreadie heere mentioned Yours in all at commaundment T. Churchyard A VVARNING TO THE VVANderers abroad that seekes to sow dissention at home MIne eyes they wéepe my heart it bléedes in brest My soule doth sob my body quakes for feare My fancies roule my minde can take no rest My sences blush as sprites amazed were My knowledge shrugges at rumors in myne eare My head doth muse my reason sore doth rewe These quarrels old that rise on brabblings new These bold attempts that Rebells set abroach To Gods dislike and Countries great reproach The rotten seames that in faire garments are Bée not espide by sodaine view of eye The spoyling moath that eates gay scarlet bare In foldes of cloath full long doth closely lie Time is the touch that trecherous trashe doth trie Foule cankred flesh by Surgeons arte is found And heald sometimes by searching of the wound Worlds sicknesse must with wisdome well be vsde That Doctors may sée how was health abusde For taynted fruit that is not sound at coare Smooth skin doth shew like apple ripe and good A playster faire may hide a filthy soare The painted face sets foorth no perfect blood By proofe the best from worst is vnderstood Faire shews but bleares the iudgement for a while And colours can not knowledge long begile Though salt be white the sugars taste is swéete And gall doth bite when honey comforts spréete Most bitter sowre doth foule Rebellion taste It bréedes on hate that heart hath harborde long And wicked will that wisheth woe and waste Whose raging mind delights in open wrong Stout stomake first with snakish stinging tongue Stirres vp the strife and blowes the blast abroad Then malice comes and lookes like swelling toad And venom casts where mischiefe may be wrought From mother spite so monster foorth is brought Rebellion is the monster that I meane A serpent vile that lines in stinking denne A grieslie ghost a gracelesse sprite vncleane That lurketh close in shapes of vainest men When it is bredde beholde what does it then It sowes discord and fostreth vp dislike Makes sharpe the sword that ready is to strike Lies listning still for newes and change of state And cares not how it bringeth in debate A Turke or Iew a Pagan or a dog A fiend of Hell or else a sprite of the aire A ventrous ladde that all can set a gog A pratling boy that fawnes and speaks full faire When Rebell falles in rage of rude dispaire Rebellion brings so hée reuenge may take The Deuill himselfe it will a Captaine make Rebellion lookes but how may blood bee shed And so vilde mindes in mischiefe runnes on head Rebellion springes of too much head and will That riot runnes without rebuke too farre In suffring harmes great wronges are offred still On little broyles beginnes a bloody warre The willfull man doth eyther make or marre The harebraine head a witlesse course holdes on Till feare of God and wordly care be gon All hope is past runne dogge or Deuill than No reason serues to rule the retchlesse man But what foule shame brings men to this lewd mind What bold abuse is this that bréedes such bale What vile deuice drawes nature out of kind What marres good wits what makes men pull and hale To seeke for death and sets their liues to sale Ist will alone â—ie on that wayward hart That for a toy makes all the bodie smart Fie on that tricke that turnes all out of frame Runnes farre a field and bringes home open shame Wée sée so long as house together standes From raine and stormes both man and wife doe sit So long as horse remaines in riders hands Hee keepes his pace and playes vppon the bitte So long as men be rulde by temprate witte Draw all one yoake take part as brethren ought So long you know they néede not take no thought But when they iarre and seuerall waies they goe They drawe too farre and breake true friendships bow Come home wilde heades then gad no more abroad To breede debate that workes your Countries wracke Lay vp your shippes and barques in quiet road Cast ankor there where cable cannot cracke Runne not to Rhemes to learne a cumbrous knacke That smels of smoake and sauors of discord Obay your Prince and so yée serue the Lord. To duties bounds reclaime your selues againe Against the streame who striues doe lose their payne Make Pope your head the Prince yée do forsake Obedience bids a subiect leaue dispute Indeede you doe the scripture cleane mistake If that your tree doe shew no better fruite But bring foorth brawles and raiseth slaunders brute Say what you please your conscience is not cleane Where dutie wants men doe some mischiefe meane And such as speakes against the Prince and Law Intends no good but flingeth fire in straw And when house burnes and flame beginnes to gloe Your fingers endes shall surely singed bee You smell on smoake as you the bellowes blowe Then put out fire where rotten wood you sée Cleare sight cannot with smothering smâ—â—ke agrée Good men are harmde with wicked bad deuise Of naughtie ware you know full well the price Make darke your shoppes to bleare the buyers eye When all is seene the light each thing shall trie If you doe wrong to Prince and publike state Your conscience shall accuse you in the end If legges and féete beginne the head to hate Sicke are the lims that should the head defend The bodie weake by medson may amend Wherefore doe fall to phisicke for your gréefe From candle cleare bee sure yee take the théefe For if in snuffe bée crept a little cole Through weeke and all is worne a curelesse hole And sothe light that glad the lookers on God wot is spoyld before his kindely houre When oyle or waxe or tallow cleane is gone The lamp or light to burne hath little powre You would plant wéedes where growes a goodly floure
well to bee séene that none by Caesar might meddle with men of Warre And it séemeth this libertie was fetched from Alexanders dayes who called his olde souldiours Noble men and gaue them noble priuileges and rewardes to cause the Worlde that did followe to augmente their renowne and spreade theire fame to the highest Heauens that haue beene valliant on earth and Noble of minde Which great foresight of Alexander and other great Princes to aduaunce Souldiours hath made menne more like Gods than earthly creatures and done such good to the Worlde thereby that there is no Worlde but will make of men of Warre and giue place to the goodnesse of those that striue by stoutnesse of heart and labour of bodie to enlarge the limmets and boundes of his Countrey The effect of this aboue expressed was drawne out of Spanish and remaines among Christians as a matter worthy noting though Infidells did obserue them Now though a man haue had charge and borne a number of Offices yet the name of an old soldiour beautifies his title But yet perticularly I will goe through the offices as breefly as I maie and therein shew who may iustlie bée called Gentlemen among them A Collonell a Captaine and Ensigne bearer A Lieutenaunt a Corporall a Sergeant of the band and old souldiour though hée neuer bare any office are all gentlemen graunting and allowing that none of the officers were made for affection at home But had their beginning by seruice in the Feelde and aâ—e knowne of good courage and conduct and well experimented in Marshâ—all affaires The rest of other officers that haue noble roumes and places in the Campe néedes no setting out for all men know such officers as are chosen and made by the most noble in any gouernement are not to bee treated off for that euerye souldiour giues them due honour and place You may not looke for at my hands the originall discourse of all gentlemen albeit I go as farre as I dare in that behalfe For I loue not to meddle with thankelesse labour and would be lothe to roue beyond my reach and knowledge in a matter that my betters as yet haue not dealt withall For a doubtfull attempt brings a dangerous construction And with drawing a strong Bow a weake arme waxeth weary Wherfore I go no further in this matter desâ—ring the Reader to bear with my boldnes herein and regard souldiers as they deserue FINIS TO THE RIGHT WORSHIPfull Sir Iohn Sauage Knight one of the Lieutenants of Cheshire MY good and affectionate Worshipfull friend for manie curtesies I promised to dedicat some verses vnto you and finding no subiect better to write vpon then the maintenance of Hospitalitie I thought a little to touche the losse of time and charges that a number of Gentlemen spendeth at London not anie whit thereby blemishing the good bruite of that honorable Cittie so I praie you vnderstand me but shewing the inconuenience that commeth by ouer great charges bestowed and spent where nothing is gathered againe nor reaped at the last but repentance or such colde acquaintance as when money is gone will scarse knowe a man in time of necessity this being spoken generally of all the places and Citties in the worlde where men shall finde but strangenes when their owne wealth and estate begins to decline A Discourse of Gentlemen lying in London that were better keepe house at home in their Countrey I Muse why youth or age of gentle blood Borne vnto wealth and worldly worship héere In London long consumes both land and good That better were at home to make good chéere In London still they finde all vittells déere Hoist vp a height to bring our purses low And send men home with empty bags yée know The stréetes with fields may neuer matched be For all swéete aire at will abroad we finde What is it then in London that they sée But Countrey yéeldes and better glads the minde Perhaps some say the people are so kinde And curteous to in stately ciuill Towne As men thereby wins credite and renowne First for they séeme in Citty fresh and fine Most gay to eie and gallant as a rose But shall a man for pleasure of his eien And pompe or pride of painted goodly cloes He sees abroad at home his credite lose Our Elders did not so delight in trashe And tempting toyes that brings a man in lash For when they came to London there to stay They sent fat béenes before them for their store And went sometimes a shooting all the way With all their traine and houshold that is more Yet were they not at no lesse charge therefore Kept house in Ins and fedde the poore thereby That in hard world may now for hunger die They taried not in Towne to card and dice Nor follow long lewd lusts that lothsome are Which breedes rebuke and fosters secrete vice And makes tame birds to fall in Satans snare They loude plaine robes but hated purses bare Made much of men gaue neighbors béefe and bred Yet left their aires great wealth now they are dead Their care was still to kéepe good house and name Spend they might spare yet spare where cause they found And librall be when bounty purchast fame And let floud runne where water did abound Rulde all with wit and wary Iudgement sound Not bent in braues great hauocke for to make But drawne and moâ—de to spend for vertues sake Gaue much to poore that craude an almes at gate Kept buttry dore for straungers open still Made neighbours eate that earely came or late By which they wonne the Countreys great good will Could serue the Prince with coundit men and skill With their owne charge and pors a rare thing now That seelde is seene with loue and power throw They raisd no rents to make the tenant whine Nor clapt no yoke on friendly neighbours necke Nor made poore folke find fault with cuâ—â—hroat fine But had the hearts of people at a becke As we haue now our seruants vndâ—r checke O how plaine men would follow Landlord than Like swarmes of Bees when any warres began Yea glad was he that might with maister goe Though charge and wife be lest at home behinde In this fine world the manner is not so Hard handling makes men shew another minde Then loyall loue made mens affection blinde Now can they sée and will doe what they list Cast of like Hawkes comes when they please to fist What change finde you yong maisters in these daies What hath drawn backe the forward minds of men What makes somtime prâ—st souldier run his waies What makes this world much worse then world was then I dare not now expresse the cause with pen. But lay your hands vppon your brest and winke And you shall gesse what of these thinges I thinke Gay golden robes and garments pownced out Silke laide on sâ—â—ke and stitched ore the same Great losse and play and keeping reuell route With grosser knackes I list not now
Then thousands doe the world doth so report FINIS A Discourse of an old Souldiour and a young To the right Worshipfull Sir Henry Kneuet Knight one of the Lieutenants of Willshire THE world cannot wonder nor the wise thereof thinke strange that experience commaunds me to keepe friends and my pen doth what it maie to purchase me fauour for that is all the fruites of my studies Which once taken from me I haue neither prop to vphold mee nor foundation to stand on so feaâ—ing the weaknes of my feeble buildings that lies open to enuies blast which soddenly may bee blown downe I seeke manie staies and craue manie supportations for the maintenance of my honest mind and workes framed for the world to behold So good sir Henry among the worthy company of my selected friends I honor you with a smal discourse of age youth where a little is spoken of the olde Souldiour and the young not in dispraise of anie of them both but in the commendation of knowledge courage conduct vnder which three vertues consists many noble actions so vnder your fauourable sufferaunce I passe to my purposed matter THere is a strife a swéete dispute I troe Betwene two sorres of men in these our daies On which debate doth many reasons grow That soundes in déede to each good Souldiours praise Whose fame my pen is ready for to raise But my intent is first with flat plaine truth To treat a verse or two of age and youth Age is the fire and father of great thinges That hath begot both science rule and wit Brought great renowne and honour vnto kinges And for mans wealth may well in councell sit Youth is for field and towne a member fit To vse the sword in Countreys cause and right In whose defence youth hath great force to fight Age may commaund because it knoweth most And best can iudge of euery thing it knowes Hath mightie mind yet makes but little bost On whose aduice men may their liues repose The worth of youth standes oft in outward shewes That fresh and gay to worlde it séemeth still Like bladder faire that is blowne vp with quill Age lookes like tree whose barke is rough without When winters waste hath made gréene leaues to fall But when spring comes that braunch should bud and sprout With threefold fruite the sprayes are loaded all Bare youth lookes like a picture on a wall That stands both mute and dumme like shadow weake To séeke for sence whom age beginnes to â—peake The brute in world is how old thinges decreace For that sweete sap at length forsakes the trée Yet men will aske old wittes in warres or peace Of this or that what the successe shall be In outward shewes young iudgements well can sée When old mens sightes that wisely lookes within The end beholdes as sâ—one as they beginne A great old Oake long time will akornes beare And small young graffes are long in sprouting out Some say old wine is liked euery where And all men knowe new ale is full of growt Old horse goes well young titts are much to doubt But sure old gold is more estéemed than new No hauke compares with haggard in the mue Old men knowes much though young men calls them fooles Old bookes are best for there great learning is Old authors too are dayly read in schooles New Sects are naught olde knowledge cannot misse Old guise was good and nothing like to this Where fraude and craft and finesse all would haue And plainest men can neyther powle nor shaue Old Fathers builte faire Colleges good store And gaue great goodes and landes to bring vp youth Young men loues not to make of little more But spendes away their thrift to tell the trueth Old men were full of mercie grace and rueth And pittie tooke on those that seemde to lacke Young gallants gay from poore doe turne their backe Old beaten wayes are ready still to hit These new be-pathes leades men on many stiles An old prouerbye hath no more worâ—es than wit New fangled heades at each old order smiles Old wisedome farre surmountes young fondlings willes Experience is the Doctor euerie daie That carries close all knowledge cleane awaie Young houndes are fléete the old huntes sloe and true Old dogges bite sore if all their teeth be sound Old auncient freindes are better than the new In younglings loue there is small suretie found For like a top light fancie turneth round Old clothe or silke made in our elders dayes Wears long and firme when new thinges soone decayes Old souldiers are the beauty of a state Young branches beare but blossomes many a day Old Doctors can deepe matters well debate Young punies knowes not what old doctors say King Harries crue brought conquest home away From Flowdayne field from France and many a soyle And put the proud by strength and force to foyle Old souldiers were great Allexanders ayde And chiefest ioy in all the warres he had The white gray head made beardlesse boyes affraide Where graue men ruld the countrey all was glad And where they lackt the fortune was but bad As all thinges doth to skill and knowledge yeeld So old men beare the honour of the field What needs more proofe of auncient souldiers nowe Both old and young are needfull members heere I want both time and power to praise them throw For seruice great in countries quarrell deere When cause requires ye know the case is cleere These champions must in field and open plaine With shining sword the right of kinges maintaine FINIS A DISCOVRSE OF CALAMITY To the right VVorshipfull my singuler good friend Sir William Hatton knight IN the remembrance of a sorrowful losse I had by the death of the last Lord Chancelor good Sir William Hatton and considering your great countenance partly declined by that soddaine accident besides the great soms of money you were left to pay For the parting from such an honourable friend I thought euery peece of cause well waied you knowe as well what calamitie is as a meaner man and feeling the smart and weight of that burthen before you were ready to support it your care and calamitie could not be little First for the losse of so great a comfort next for the sorrow trobles that belongs to such a losse though lands or liuings helps to beare of a peece of the vexasion of mind yet the body shall alwayes beare to the death a sorrowfull imagination of that hastie mishap the impression therof shal neuer goe out of your memory so long as life lasteth So good sir in signe of some consolation I present you a discourse of Calamity the right path to come to quietnesse and the very hie way that leades a good mind to thinke of the immortality of the soule thus presuming your fauorable acception of the same I passe to the discourse of Calamity wishing you much worship hartes ease health T. Churchyard A Discription or Discourse that declareth how
vesssayle sinkes or barke is layd a ground Where leaking ships in safety still haue gone The harbour finde when hauen haue I none Hap calles them in when I am logde at large Thus plainnes créepes in cold cocke Lorels barge Full fifety yéeres both Court and warres I tride And still I sought acquaintance with the best And serud the state and did such hap abide As might befall and Fortune sent the rest When drum did sound a souldier was I prest To Sea or Land as Princes quarrell stoode And for the same full oft I lost my bloud In Scotland long I lingered out my yéeres When Wilford liud a worthy wight indéede And there at length I fell so far in briers I taken was as destny had decreede Well yet with wordes I did my foes so féede That there I liud in pleasure many aday And scapte so free I did no ransome pay Some said I found in Scotland fauour then I graunt my pomp was more than reason would Yet on my band I sent home sundry men That els had pynd in prison pincht with cold To French and scots so faire a tale I told That they beleeud white chalke and chéese was one And it was pearle that proud but pible stone In Lawther fort I clapt my selfe by sleight So sled from soes and home to friends I past The French in hast beséegd that fortresse streight Then was I like to light in fetters fast But loe a peace broke vp the seege at last When weary warres and wicked bloudshed great Made both the sides to seeke a quiet seat From thence I came to England as I might And after that to Irland I did saile Where Sellenger a wise and Noble Knight Gaue me such place as was to mine auaile Then teasters walkt as thich as doth the hayle About the world for loe from thence I bore For seruice done of money right good store Home came I thoâ— and so to France did fare When that their King wan Meatts through fatchis fine So on the stocke I spent al voide of care And what I gate by spoyle I held it mine Than downe I past the pleasaunt floud of Ryen And so I serud in Flanders note thesame Where loe at first my hap fell out of frame For I was clapt in prison without cause And streightly held for comming out of France But God did worke through iustice of the cause And helpe of friends to me a better chaunce And still I hopte the warres would me aduance So trayld the pike and world began a newe And lookt like hauke that lately came from mue Three yéere at least I saw the Emprours warres Then homeward drewe as was my wonted trade Where Sun and Moone and al the seuen starres Stode on my side and me great welcome made But whether fayre and flowres full soone wil fade So peoples loue is like new besomes oft That swéepes all cleane whiles brome is greene and soft Well once againe to warres I drew me fast And with Lord Gray at Giens I did remaine Where he or his in any seruice past I followed on amyd the warlike traine And sometime felt my part of woe and paine As others did that Canon wel could like And pleasure tooke in trayling of the pike At length the French did Giens beséege ye wot And little helpe or succour found we thoe By which foule want it was my heauy lot To Paris streight with good Lord Gray to goe As prisoners both the world to wel doth knoe By tract of time and wonders charge indéede He homeward went and tooke his leaue with spéede But post alone I stoode alacke the while And country cleane forgot me this is true And I might liue in sorrow and exile And pine away for any thing I knewe As I had bakt indéede so might I brue Not one at home did seeke my griefe to heale Thus was I cleane cut of from common wealâ— Yet loe a shift to skape away I found When to my faith my taker gaue no trust I did deuise in writing to be bound To come againe the time was set full iust But to returne forsoth I had no lust Since faith could get no credit at his hand I sent him word to come and sâ—e my band He came himselfe to court as I did heare And told his tale as finely as he might At Ragland then was I in Monmouth shiere Yet when in court this matter came to light My friends did say that I had done him right A Souldier ought vpon his faith to go Which I had kept if he had sent me so Well yet my mind could neuer rest at home My shoes were made of running leather sure And borne I was about the world to rome To sée the warres and kéepe my hand in vre The French ye knowe did Englishmen procure To come to Leeth at seege whereof I was Till French did seeke in ships away to passe A little breath I toke then after this And shapte my selfe about the Court to be And euery day as right and reason is To serue the Prince in Court I settled me Some friends I found as friends doe goe you sée That gaue me words as swéete as hony still Yet let me liue by head and cunning skill I crucht I kneeld and many a cap could vayle And watched late and early rose at morne And with the throng I followed hard at tayle As braue as bull or shéepe but newly shorne The gladest man that euer yet was borne To wayt and stare among the states full hye Who feedes the poore with many a friendly eye But who can liue with goodly lookes alone Or merry words that sounds like tabers pype Say what they will they loue to keepe their owne And part with nought that commeth in their gripe You shall haue Nuts they say when ploms are ripe Thus all with shalls or shalles ye shal be fed And gape for gold and want both Gold and lead The proof thereof made me to séeke far hence To Anwerp then I trudged on the spleene And all in hast to get some spending pence To serue my turne in seruice of the Quéene But God he knowes my gaine was smal I wéene For though I did my credit still encrease I got no wealth by warres ne yet by peace Yet harke and note I pray you if you please In Anwerp towne what Fortune me befel My chance was such when I had past the seas And taken land and thereon rested wel The people iard and range a larum bel So that in armes the towne was euery where And few or none of life stood certaine there A Noble Prince I saw amid that broyle To whome I went and sware his part to take The commons came al set on rage and spoyle And gaue me charge to kéepe my wits awake The Prince for loue of King and countries sake Bad me doe wel and shed no guyltles bloud And saue from spoyle poore people and their good I gaue
doth destine giue And so with sorrowes breake the hart that hath no will to liue Good fréend quoth she haste not thine end with passions of the minde Hope after hap the world may mend thou maist good fortune finde No sure my glasse of life is runne Death drawes on me so fast I see my daies are almost done life may no longer last My haples yeares and aged bones desires no being heere To graue I go with sighs and grones I buy bad life too deere With losse of blood of time and youth and all that precious is With loyall seruice toile and truth and hope of earthly blisse All in one ballance now goes downe since guerdon get I none Nor no account in Court nor towne now I may hap vpon Adue day light shut close mine eies too long you stare for nought So farewell friends and you be wise for me take you no thought By this our ships were wend about and Cannons gan to rore As they to Brytaine passed out with bounsing shot great store At noyse whereof I wakned straight and calling for my close And saw the Sunne on such a height that sodainly I rose And so put all my dreame in verse would God a dreame it were For many things I now rehearse wil prooue too true I feare FINIS To the right honourable my Lady Puckering wife to the most honorable the L. keeper of the great seale of England GOod Madam strange it may seeme that a meere stranger to your Ladiship â—are aduenture to dedicate any peece of vvorke vvhere bold attempt and labour may be but strangely vnderstood if a greater hope in your goodnes exceeded not the greatnes of my matter but my 〈◊〉 your most honorable husbands bountifull dealings with me of late makes me the bolder because I must be thankful in this presumptioâ—◠〈◊〉 present some acceptable peâ—ce of that small talent God hath giuen me to your good L. as vvell to be knovven of you as to keepâ— me in my L. fauour and though that vvhich I oâ—fer be skarce vvorthy the taking Yet I trust first my seruiceable present hall not be misliked because the receiuing vvell thereof may procure a further peece of vvork better penned such as shall best become me to present as knovveth God 〈◊〉 novv and at all times augment his good gifts of grace in your good Ladiship LOng time in sute and seruice gets some grade Long crauing gaines both crust and crome ye know Long walking rids great ground away apace Long vse of legs makes traueiler easly go Long watching tâ—â—d brings ebbe at length to floâ— So loyall loue and dutie long in vre Full many waies doth great good will procure Whereon good turnes springs out as from a flood Runnes gushing waues that waters euery soile Whose moisture doth both fruit and flower much good And profite bringâ— to Plowmans painefull toile This faire land flood kept barren field from foile For if no deaw of heauen I had found Hot sommers drouth had soone dried vp my ground The fountaine had her course no sooner run With golden streames that cordiall is of kinde But straight began to shine the gladsome Sâ—n That sucker sends to tree to root and rinde The frost did thaw with milde warme westerne winde And all the springs and conduits of the towne Ran Claret wine in honour of the crowne When bill assignd by sute from Prince had past Lord how the world â—lood therewith well content The Clearkes they wrote and fréely laboured fast The seales were wonne when purse no penny spent The waxe was wrought throw grace that God had sent So seale and waxe and all that name I can Came franckly of to me from euery man Lo how hard world by meanes is easie made And mens good wils with tract of time we gaine In spring it sprouts at fall of leafe did fade The grasse grows greene with little showres of raine I reapt the crop and fruit of others paine What néeds more words each place where I did go For Princes grace did me great fauour sho They knew that Court had cleane consumde my youth And plead mine age with pretie pension now If so they thought in déed they gest the truth For youth and age perforce is pleased throw Saue that they bid me make my pen my plow And prooue awhile what printed bookes will doo To helpe old Tom to get a supper too But blest be her that did the dinner giue With too much meat we may a surfeit take Long with good rule and diet men may liue Full belly oft an emptie purse may make He feedeth best that eats for hungers sake Than porcion poore makes men ne proud nor rich Yet one good meale a day doth please me mich Where am I now I speake of liberall men That fréely gaue the seales and all the rest Which déed deserues both thankes and praise of pen For that is all from me they haue possest This course would make the learned Lawyers blest If of poore men they tooke no fee at all Whose wrongs are great and riches is but small To trot and trudge two hundreth miles or more And spend their goods in toyling too and fro And be long pincht with paine and labour sore And then compeld to costly tearme to go Craues great regard of them that conscience know Than wise graue heads that looks through euery cause Defend the poore with fauour of your lawes Their plaints may pearce through highest heauens all Their praiers brings great blessings to your dore Your fame doth rise where they good words let fall For happie are the hands that helpes the poore This sentence should be written on the floore Who can do good to those that stands in need Shall reape much corne where sowne was litle séed When iustice flowes from liberall noble mind Good turns in world wil make men liue like Saints When good cheap law poore silly soules do find The Court is not long troubled with complaints Franke heart goes throw where feeble courage faints Bountie winnes loue and lasts for euer more Who doth great good and little takes therefore The poore are more in number euery where Then are the rich that haue the world at wil Wherefore the more we ought with them to beare Because they liue in lacke and sorrow stil. The Lord that sits on his hie holy hill Lookt lowly down on Lazarus the poore That humbly askt an almes at Diues doore Most precious are the poore to God aboue Though heere below they walke like lambes were lost And one good turne to them doth get more loue Then fortie things we doe for worldly boast Who saues a ship that is with tempest tost And brings the barke where helpe and harbour is For thankful paines shall purchase heauen blisse When that great Iudge shal come to iudge vs all Such as did helpe the poore shal happy be For then that Iudge wil for those people call Who to the poore were alwaies franke
rest Awaie wild giggs that bounceth like a topp Awaie taâ—e louts that fawne like whelps for nought Awaie light heades that loues to chaunge and chopp Awaie fine witts that many mischiefs wrought Awaie slee Snakes that my destruction sought Away â—alse shrewes that neuer none may trust But such leawd girls as are beguilde by lust Awaie faire speach that me bewitch to long Away fowle workes that fild my face with blurs Come home poore sence that led my fancy wrong And packe from me you priuy biting curs That sticketh still together like wilde burs And where ye touch ye bring away the wull So from fine cloth pure honest name yée pull Tis time to looke how good report was lost And prop vp house that now is néere to fall A wretched bruite flies through the aire in post A whirling winde may come and trip downe all And though I list not come at husbands call I may not fly from God and follow man That still deuours like Wolfe what shéepe he can The swéetest wine at length will ware full sowre It proues sharpe sauce that once had sugred taste Fond fancies freaks will fade as fast as flowre And wantons loue with sports will weare and wast When hard in armes new commers are embrast Farewell old friend goe play you where you wull The Hauke hath praide the Haggards gorgs is full Loue staies not long it is but one yeares birde A foolishe fitte that makes wilde wits goe madde A gallant Coult that runneth for a girde A lime rod fine to catch a lusty ladde A youthfull prancke that makes age looke full sadde A merry mate so long as money lasts Good for a flight then of her bels shée casts Loue tarries not it is a pesting game That hath such hast it goes we know not where Now faire and fatte then crooked leane and lame Now plaies boe péepe now asking here and thers Now balde as Coote now trim with fresled heare Now gay and glad now shrewd and scarce wel pleasâ— Now sound as Chicke now sicke and soone diseasd With dalling much loue will be easly tierd When loue is cloyed the roile at gresse must ronne When hoofe is whole the hackney may be hierd When corne is solde the market cleane is done It ends with hate that was with loue begonne It may be loathd that long on liking lay Lust lacks no wings when loue wil flie away Loue must haue change to season swéete delite Loues minde wil range like Spaniel in the field Loue lookes like Doue when she wil proue a Kite Loue séekes to rule shée hath no minde to yéelde Loue will haue scope loue is restrained seelde If loue lack a ought she showes a lowring eye And then for nought the babe wil pule and cry Loue must be kolld and kissed round about Loue must goe gay and painted like a poste Loue must be péecst and patcht with many a clout Loue is a sprite a shadow or a Ghost A néedelesse charge that seldome quits the cost A practise bought with many a thred bare purse A wretched blisse that I and mine may curse It is the skum and onely drosse of youth That brings booth soule and body in decay A kinde of talke wherein there is no truth A Courting trade that doth much craft bewray A wily Foxe a wanton full of play A Sainct to show a Deuil God he knose That me betrayde and made me fréedome lose The Horse runs farre that neuer turns againe The beaten childe is learnd to feare the rod The double minde may fall to meaning plaine They may amend that féeles the feare of God The clouds may cléere that long hath threatned rain The time ill spent if reason will redéeme Cals home wild wits from toies that are extreme Youth takes his course and followes fancies freakes Age all reforms and sore repents tune past The bow long bent ye know in processe weakes Hard things at first may gentle waxe at last Who often fawls is taught to stand full fast And few there are but flides or fawls down right In youth or age our iudgements are so light When wit is bought and folly throughly waâ—ed An ounce of skill is worth a pound of drosse Till body smart the minde is neuer staied Gaine is not likt till we haue tasted losse Some say ech one is borne to beare his crosse My heauy faults now burthens breast so sore That heere or hence I must be scourgd therefore Swéete are those stripes that breaks ne bone nor lim And yet sets sound the soule and body both Sowre are those ioyes and worldly braurie trim That downe to hell with damned people goth Sweete are sharpe words that tels leud life the froth Sowre is sweete sauce that cloyes the stomacke still Swéete are those nips that doth restraine the wil. The pempred horse that still in stable stands Will waxe a iade if spurre ne wand he taste The wild-hed Colt is tamde by riders hands Ane so through bitte is made well traind and past Al hedstrong things are not reformde in hast But when regard lookes back where blindnes went The perill past bids pompe and pride repent Great is the scope that gréedy wil desires Smal gaine or grace doth grow by gadding out With heauy lode the weary legs retiers And heartfull fraught of worldly dread and dout And sure the ground from whence al vice doth sprout Is gadding geres that loues abroad to gase Who shame sends home in great sad muse and mase And when in dores dame dalliance close is drawn And notes what blot she did escape without Shée thinkes in stréete she put her name to pawne Or went abroad to play the bare banckrout Where wanton eyes did naught but stare about Where all a flant at full like shippe with saile Fine minions march as braue as Peacocks taile The crooked backe must bolstred be by arte The tawny skinne must shine by some trim knack The twinkling lookes for sport must play their part The per wickes fine must curle wher haire doth lack The swelling grace that fils the empty sacke And ietting pace with lims stretcht out ful streight To patch out pride are matters of great weight Then fle on al such trashe and trompry vile That sets forth shades in Sunny day to shine My youth is past I cannot world beguile Men wil not looke for babes in hollowd eyen A witherd grape hangs now on rotten vien From blasted branche the berry round is gone A dosky glasse is little lookte vppon Wherefore I vowe to weare a sory vaile To shrowd the face that few or none will like And get some shell to holde in head like Snaile For former faults in conscience so doth strike That I doe feare I shall my selfe mislike If shadowes doe not cloke defects I haue Or death dispatch and send me to my graue Now note my tale you dames of gentle blood Now waile with me al such as playes my part Now let my harmes doe harmelesse
people good Now bid al wiues defie this deuilish arte For my conceite is such a deadly darte That where I goe or walke in any place Me thinkes my faults are written in my face This discarded Gentlewoman went awalking twentye yeares and yet cannot finde the waie home to her husband FINIS To the right Worshipfull my Ladie Wawllar wife to the Souldioer-like Knight Sir VVater Wawllar I Had almost good Madam forgotte what I promised of my self touching a Book to be Printed yet at the kniting vp of a tedius tale I remeÌ„bred how to keepe promise and a friend bethought me of som matter pertaining to that cause waying that light and slender discourses became not me to offer nor your Ladishippe to heare So happening on a dolefull and tragicall Treatise I preferd it to your reading knowing that some humor of sorrow or sorrowfull penned matter would be answerable to your graue consistderation in which discourse following are numbers of heauie causes tâ—eated on and touched so narrowlie with a cleare conceite of the writer that no one point or other pertaining to a ruefull rehearsall of troubles is forgotten And though the tale seemeth long the varietie and life of words it bringeth shall I doubt not shorten the time that is spent in reading for that euerie passion of mind trouble of bodie and disquietnesse of the Soule is amplie and plainelie explained and vnfolded by that which followeth translated out of another language taught to speake English to those that vnderstandeth the heauie haps of such as haue fallen into misfortune so knitting vp my Booke with this discourse I expresse the matter I haue spoken of A DOLLFVLL DISCOVRSE OF A great Lorde and a Ladie Translated out of French into English DRaw néere good mindes that sadly markes the sway of worldly broyles And heare what I at large can say of troubles tumbling toyles Which did befall in forraine Land tweene two of Noble race To whose mishap and hatefull fate a world it selfe giues place Not long agoe the case so stood a Lord of great estate In natiue Soyle by destnies loâ— a Ladies fauour gate With whom he ioynde a hazard great his liking led him so That neyther feare of frowning Gods nor dread of earthly â—oe Could make him staine his plighted troth such constant mind hee bare For which this noble Fawkon may with turtle true compare But well away alas for woe his griefe thereby beganne In Prince displeasure throw this prank fell â—o this Noble man And Cesar frowing on the fact there was no other boote But flie the Realme or prostrate fall Full flat at Cesars foote O states by this come learne to stoupe no stoutnesse can preuayle When from the Heauens stormes do blow and striketh downe your sayle From thunder cracks both man and beast yea Sunne and Moone doth flie The Earth and all that liues below doth feare the ratling skie When Gods are moued in lowring clouds like dusky Mantles blacke The troubled ayre to mortall men doth threaten ruine and wracke I turnde my talke from such Discourse and treat of that turmoyle Which long this Knight and Ladie felt at home in Countrey soyle And somewhat of the cares abroade that hee perforce did taste I meane to write so that as troth my verses bee embraste For troth and time that tries out Gold â—ath tempreâ— so my talke That penne nor muse no pleasures takes on doubtfull ground to walke Now when these states with linkes of loue were tyds together fast And many a sad and heauy thought betweene them both had past Of Princes grace and fauour great to which regard they tooke As chiefest thing and onely cause Whereon they ought to looke They wayde in ballance of their breastes what â—ittest serude their turnes And like as wood takes flame of fire and so to Sinders burnes So through the heape of this mishapp they felt such sorrow thoe As though hard destnie swore they should consume themselues with woe The Ladie lost her fréedome straight the Gods had so decréed Her knight by sodaine flight abroad made vertue of a néede And liuing there with lingring hope in forraine Countrey straunge Where absence might through present toyes in some men worke a chaunge Hée stoode as firme as marble stone and kept both troeth and toutch To her who found few friendes at home and heartes disease was much Yea though this knight with offers great and treasure tempted was As they full well can witnesse beare which saw this matter pas Yet small account of Fortune new hee made for still in breast Was shrinde the Sainct that stonie walles and prison had possest No feere nor friend nor fellow-mate this Troylus mind might moue This Fawcon scornd to pray abroad at home hee left his loue Full many a sigh and heauie looke hee sent along the Seas And wisht himselfe in fetters fast to doe his Ladie ease What griefe of mind and torment strange shée suffred all that while Is knowen to those that bondage féeles whose friendes are in exile Could mischiefe fall on both the sides more harder then it did The one from ioy and worldly pomp in prison closely hid The other forst by fatall chaunce to seeke his fortune out And shonning daunger found â—ispayre in wandring Worlde about But waying well a Subiectes State and what was duties boundes Hee yeelded straight to open harmes for feare of secret woundes And ventring life yea Landes and goodes to heepe his name from blot And to requite with hazardes hard the loue that hee had got From Spaine with speede he did returne and setting foote on Lande Hee put his cause in Iustice dome and Noble Princes hande Though in the yoke with free consent the humble heart did fall The heauens stoode so out of tune hee gate no grace at all And clapped vp full fast in hold a Prisoners parte hee playes Where griping griefes gréeuous grones consumde his gladsome dayes Whiles hee aloofe full long remaynde and out of daunger crepte The dolfull Dame in great dispayre his absence sore bewept Yet great regard to promise past shee had as world well wist And therefore often wrong her handes when that her Knight shée mist. But now began the boistrous blastes to blow in bloudy brest And now the gulfe of sighes and sobs burst out with great vnrest For lo one house held both these wights yet both a sunder were And bâ—th in like displeasure stoode yea ech of both did feare Of Princes wrath and worlds disgrace a heauy tale to tell A plague past hope of heauens blisse a torment and a hell That is without redemption sure but what should more be saide Thus vnder locke and barred dores these Iewels safely laide They must abide the happy hours that God appoints in skies And drinke vp water swéete or sowre or what shal happe to rise The prison then did plead their case the wals both deafe and dum Did show by signes of fréedome gone what sorrowes were