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A18769	The vvorthines of VVales vvherein are more then a thousand seuerall things rehearsed: some set out in prose to the pleasure of the reader, and with such varietie of verse for the beautifying of the book, as no doubt shal delight thousands to vnderstand. Which worke is enterlarded with many wonders and right strange matter to consider of: all the which labour and deuice is drawne forth and set out by Thomas Churchyard, to the glorie of God, and honour of his Prince and countrey.	Churchyard, Thomas, 1520?-1604.	1587 (1587)	STC 5261; ESTC S105094	65,030	110

scope It seemes it stood farre off for Townes defence And in the warres it was Carleons hope Or els in deede the Duke of Gloster sence That did destroy both Towne and all therein To serue his turne this Fortresse did begin Not farre from this much like vnto the same Tombarlown stands a Mountaine of some fame A Towne nere this that buylt is all a length Cal'd Neawport now there is full fayre to viewe Which Seate doth stand for profite more then strength A right strong Bridge is there of Timber newe A Riuer runnes full nere the Castle wall Nere Church likewise a Mount behold you shall Where Sea and Land to sight so plaine appeeres That there men see a part of fiue fayre Shéeres As vpward hye aloft to Mountaine top This Market towne is buylt in healthfull sort So downeward loe is many a Marchants shop And many sayle to Bristowe from that Port. Of auncient tyme a Citie hath it bin And in those daies the Castle hard to win Which yet shewes fayre and is repayrd a parte As things decayd must néedes be helpt by arte A goodly Seate a Tower a princely pyle Built as a watch or saftie for the Soyle By Riuer stands from Neawport not thrée myle This house was made when many a bloodie broyle In Wales God wot destroyd that publicke state Here men with sword and shield did braules debate Here saftie stood for many things in déede That sought sauegard and did some sucker néede The name thereof the nature shewes a right Greenefield it is full gay and goodly sure A fine sweete Soyle most pleasant vnto sight That for delight and wholesome ayre so pure It may be praisde a plot sought out so well As though a King should say here will I dwell The Pastures gréene the woods and water cléere Sayth any Prince may buyld a Pallace héere And in this place and many parts about Is grasse and Corne and fertile ground enough And now a while to speake of Wales throughout Where if men would take paynes to plye the Plough Digge out of drosse the treasure of the earth And fall to toyle and labour from their birth They should as soone to store of wealth attaine As other Soyles whose people takes great paine But most of Wales likes better ease and rest Loues meate and mirth and harmelesse quiet daies Than for to toyle and trouble brayne and brest To vexe the mynd with worldly wearie waies Some stand content with that which God shall send And on their lands their stock and store doth spend And rubs out life cleane voyde of further care Because in world right well to liue they are Yet were they bent to proule and purchace still And search out wealth as other Nations doe They haue a Soyle a Countrey rich at will Which can them make full quickly wealthie too They haue begun of late to lime their land And plowes the ground where sturdie Okes did stand Conuerts the meares and marrish euery where Whose barraine earth begins good fruite to beare They teare vp Trées and takes the rootes away Makes stonie fieldes smooth fertile fallowe ground Brings Pastures bare to beare good grasse for Hay By which at length in wealth they will abound Wales is this day behold throughout the Shéeres In better state than twas these hundred yéeres More rich more fine and further more to tell Fewe men haue knowne the Countrey halfe so well Whereas at first they sought for Corne farre off To helpe the wants of Wales when grayne was deere Now on the boord they haue both Cheese and lofe To shewe the world in house is greater cheere The open Plaine that hath his rubbish lost Saith plentie is through Wales in euery coast The well wrought ground that thousands may behold Where thornes did growe sayth now there springs vp gold I meane where weedes and thistles long hath growne Wild drosse and docks and stinking nettles vile There Barley swéete and goodly Wheate is sowne Which makes men rich that liu'd in lacke long while No gift nor gayne more great and good to man Then that which toyle and honest labour wan What sweat of browes brings in is sugred swéete Makes glad the mynd and comforts hart and spréete ❧ Aborgaynies Towne is walled round about and hath fayre Suburbs also REturne I must to my discourse before Of Borrow townes and Castles as they are Aborgaynie behind I kept in store Whose Seate and Soyle with best may well compare The Towne somewhat on stéepe and mounting hill With Pastor grounds and Meddowes great at will On euery side huge Mountaines hard and hye And some thicke woods to please the gazers eye The Riuer Oske along the Uale doth passe Right vnderneath an auncient Bridge of stone A goodly worke when first it reared was And yet the Shiere can shewe no such a one Makes men to knowe old Buildings were not bace And newe things blush that steps not so in place With suretie good and shewe to step on stage To make newe world to honor former age For former tyme built Townes and Castles trim Made Bridges braue and strong for tyme to come And our young daies that doth in glorie swim Holds hard in hand that finger fast may thome Looke what tyme past made gallant fresh and fayre Tyme present spoyles or will not well repayre As in this Towne a stately Castle shoes Which loe to ruyne and wretched wracke it goes Most goodly Towers are bare and naked laft That cou'red were with timber and good lead These Towers y 〈…〉 and as streight as doth a shaft The walles whereo● might serue to some good stead For sound and thicke and wondrous high withall They are in déede and likely not to fall Would God therefore the owner of the same Did stay them vp for to encreace his fame Who doth delight to see a goodly Plaine Faire Riuers runne great woods and mountaines hye Let him a while in any Tower remaine And he shall see that may content the eye Great ruth to let so trim a Seate goe downe The Countries strength and beautie of the Towne A Lordly place a princely plot and viewe That laughs to scorne our patched buildings newe The shell of this I meane the walles without The worthie worke that is so finely wrought The Sellers déepe and buildings round about The firme Freestone that was so derely bought Makes men lament the losse of such a thing That was of late a house for any King Yea who so wayes the worth of Castle yet With heauie mynd in muse and dump shall sit To see so strong and stately worke decay The same disease hath Oske in Castle wall Which on maine Rocke was builded euery way And now Got wot is readie downe to fall A number more in Monmouth Shiere I finde That can not well abyde a blast of winde The losse is theirs that sees them

Under a wall right hand on side of Quéere On th'other side one Pilson lyes in graue Whose hearse of blacke sayth he a Tombe shall haue In Quéere lyes Hope by Armes of gentle race Of function once a rector in that place But speake of Church and stéeple as I ought My pen to base so fayre a worke to touch Within and out they are so finely wrought I cannot praise the workmanship too much But buylt of late not eight score yéeres agoe Not of long tyme the date thereof doth shoe No common worke but sure a worke most fine As though they had bin wrought by power deuine The stéeple there in forme is full foure square Yet euery way fiue pinnackles appéere Trim Pictures fayre in stone on outside are Made all like waxe as stone were nothing déere The height so great the breadth so bigge withall No peece thereof is likely long to fall A worke that stands to stayne a number more In any age that hath bin buylt before ❧ A generall Commendation of Gentilitie NEre Wricksam dwels of Gentlemen good store Of calling such as are right well to liue By Market towne I haue not seene no more In such small roume that auncient Armes doe giue They are the ioye and gladnesse of the poore That dayly feedes the hungrie at their doore In any Soyle where Gentlemen are found Some house is kept and bountie doth abound They beautifie both Towne and Countrey too And furnisht are to serue at néede in feeld And euery thing in rule and order do And vnto God and man due honour yeeld They are the strength and suretie of the Land In whose true hearts doth trust and credit stand By whose wise heads the neighbours ruled are In whom the Prince reposeth greatest care They are the flowers of euery garden ground For where they want there growes but wicked weedes Their tree and fruite in rotten world is sownd Their noble mynds will bring foorth faithfull deedes Their glorie rests in Countries wealth and fame They haue respect to blood and auncient name They weigh nothing so much as loyall hart Which is most pure and cleane in euery part They doe vphold all ciuill maners myld All manly acts all wise and worthie waies If they were not the Countrey would grow wyld And we should soone forget our elders daies Ware blunt of wit in spéech growe rude and rough Want vertue still and haue of vice enough Shewe feeble spréete lacke courage euery where Dout many a thing and our owne shadowes feare They dare attempt for fame and hye renowne To scale the Clowdes if men might clyme the ayre Assault the Starres and plucke the Planets downe Giue charge on Moone and Sunne that shines so fayre I meane they dare attempt the greatest things Flye swiftly ore high Hilles if they had wings Beate backe the Seas and teare the Mountaines too Yea what dare not a man of courage doo Now must I turne to my discourse agayne I Wricksam leaue and pen out further place So if my muse were now in pleasant vayne Holt Castle should from verse receiue some grace The Seate is fine and trimly buylt about With lodgings fayre and goodly roumes throughout Strong Uaults and Caues and many an old deuice That in our daies are held of worthie price That place must passe with praise and so adue My muse is bent and pen is readie prest To feede your eares with other matters newe That yet remaines in head and labouring brest A Mountaine towne that is Thlangothlan calde A pretie Seate but not well buylt nor walde Stands in the way to Yale and Writhen both Where are great Hilles and Plaines but fewe for troth Of Mountaines now in déede my muse must runne The Poets there did dwell as fables fayne Because some say they would be neere the Sunne And taste sometymes the frost the cold and rayne To iudge of both which is the chiefe and best Who knowes no toyle can neuer skill of rest Who alwaies walkes on carpet soft and gay Knowes not hard Hilles nor likes the Mountaine way A discourse of Mountaynes DAme Nature drew these Mountaynes in such sort As though the one should yéeld the other grace Or as each Hill it selfe were such a Fort They scornde to stoope to giue the Cannon place If all were playne and smooth like garden ground Where should hye woods and goodly groues be found The eyes delight that lookes on euery coast With pleasures great and fayre prospect were lost On Hill we vewe farre of both feeld and flood Feele heate or cold and so sucke vp swéete ayre Behold beneath great wealth and worldly good Sée walled Townes and looke on Countries fayre And who so sits or stands on Mountayne hye Hath halfe a world in compasse of his eye A platforme made of Nature for the nonce Where man may looke on all the earth at once These ragged Rocks brings playnest people foorth On Mountaine wyld the hardest Horse is bred Though grasse thereon be grosse and little worth Swéete is the foode where hunger so is fed On rootes and hearbs our fathers long did feede And neere the Skye growes swéetest fruit in déede On marrish meares and watrie mossie ground Are rotten wéedes and rubbish drosse vnsound The fogges and mists that rise from vale belowe A reason makes that highest Hilles are best And when such fogges doth ore the Mountayne goe In foulest daies fayre weather may be gest As bitter blasts on Mountaynes bigge doth blowe So noysome smels and sauours breede belowe The Hill stands cléere and cleane from filthie smell They finde not so that doth in Ualley dwell The Mountayne men liue longer many a yéere Then those in Uale in playne or marrish soyle A lustie hart a cleane complexion cléere They haue on Hill that for hard liuing toyle With Ewe and Lambe with Goates and Kids they play In greatest toyles to rub out wearie day And when to house and home good fellowes drawe The lads can laugh at turning of a strawe No ayre so pure and wholesome as the Hill Both man and beast delights to be thereon In heate or cold it kéepes one nature still Trim neate and drye and gay to go vpon A place most fit for pastime and good sport To which wyld Stagge and Bucke doth still resort To crye of Hounds the Mountayne ecco yéelds A grace to Uale a beautie to the feelds It stands for world as though a watch it were A stately gard to keepe greene meddowe myld The Poets fayne on shoulders it doth heare The Heauens hye but there they are beguyld The maker first of Mountayne and of Uale Made Hill a wall to clip about the Dale A strong defence for néedfull fruit and Corne That els by blast might quickly be forlorne If boystrous wynds were not withstood by strength Repulst by force and driuen backward too They would destroy our earthly ioyes at length And through their rage they would much

It makes our world to thinke on elders daies Because the worke was formde in such a frame One tower or wall the other answers right As though at call each thing should please the sight The Rocke wrought round where euery tower doth stand Set foorth full fine by head by hart and hand And fast hard by runnes Cloyd a Riuer swift In winter tyme that swelles and spreads the feeld That water sure hath such a secret gift And such rare Fish in season due doth yéeld As is most straunge let men of knowledge now Of such hid cause search out the nature throwe A Poole there is through which this Cloyd doth passe Where is a Fish that some a Whiting call Where neuer yet no Sammon taken was Yet hath good store of other Fishes all Aboue that Poole and so beneath that flood Are Sammons caught and many a Fish full good But in the same there will no Sammon bée And néere that Poole you shall no Whiting see I haue left out a Riuer and a Uale And both of them are fayre and worthie note Who will them seeke shall finde them still in Yale They beare such fame they may not be forgot The Riuer runnes a myle right vnder ground And where it springs the issue doth abound And into Dée this water doth dissend So loseth name and therein makes an end Good ground likewise this Ualley seemes to bee And many a man of wealth is dwelling there On Mountayne top the Ualley shall you see All ouer greene with goodly Meddowes feare This Ualley hath a noble neighbour néere Wherein the Towne of Wrythen doth appéere Which Towne stands well and wants no pleasant ayre The noble Soyle and Countrey is so fayre A Church there is in Wrythen at this day Wherein Lord Gray that once was Earle of Kent In Tombe of stone amid the Chauncell lay But since remou'd as worldly matters went And in a wall so layd as now he lyes Right hand of Quéere full playne before your eyes An Anckres too that nere that wall did dwell With trim wrought worke in wall is buryed well Now to the Uale of worthie Dyffrin Cloyd My muse must passe a Soyle most ritch and gay This noble Seate that neuer none anoyd That sawe the same and rode or went that way The vewe thereof so much contents the mynd The ayre therein so wholesome and so kynd The beautie such the breadth and length likewise Makes glad the hart and pleaseth each mans eyes This Uale doth reach so farre in vewe of man As he farre of may see the Seas in déede And who a while for pleasure trauayle can Throughout this Uale and thereof take good héede He shall delight to see a Soyle so fine For ground and grasse a passing plot deuine And if the troth thereof a man may tell This Uale alone doth all the rest excell As it belowe a wondrous beautie showes The Hilles aboue doth grace it trebble fold On euery side as farre as Ualley goes A border bigge of Hilles ye shall behold They kéepe the Uale in such a quiet sort That birds and beasts for succour there resort Yea flocks of foule and heards of beasts sometyme Drawes there from storme when tempests are in pryme Thrée Riuers run amid the bottome heere Istrade and Cloyd Clanweddock loe the third The noyse of streames in Sommer morning cléere The chirp and charme and chaunt of euery bird That passeth there a second Heauen is No hellish sound more like an earthly blis A Musick sweete that through our eares shall creepe By secret arte and lull a man a sleepe The Castle of Cargoorley in Denbighshiere CArgoorley comes right now to passe my pen With ragged walles yea all to rent and torne As though it had bin neuer knowne to men Or carelesse left as wretched thing forlorne Like begger bare as naked as my nayle It lyes along whose wracke doth none bewayle But if she knewe to whom it doth pertayne What royalties and honors doth remayne Unto that Seate it should repayred bee For further cause then common people see But sondrie things that are full farre from sight Are out of mynd and cleane forgot in fine So such as haue thereto but little right Possesse the same by leauell and by line Or els by hap or suite as often falles But what of that Cargoorleys rotten walles Can neuer bring his better in dispute That hath perchaunce bin got by hap or sute So rest good muse and speake no further heere Least by these words some hidden thoughts appeere Kings giue and take so tyme still rouleth on Good Subiects serue for somewhat more or lesse And when we see our fathers old are gon Of tyme to come we haue a greater gesse First how to gayne by present tyme and state Then what may fall by futer tyme and date Tyme past growes cold and so the world lukewarme Doth helpe it selfe by Castle house or Farme That reach is good that rule my frends God send Which well begin and makes a vertuous end ODenbigh now appeare thy turne is next I néede no glose nor shade to set thée out For if my pen doe followe playnest text And passe next way and goe nothing about Thou shalt be knowne as worthie well thou art The noblest Soyle that is in any part And for thy Seate and Castle doe compare With any one of Wales what ere they are This Castle stands on top of Rocke most hye A mightie Cragge as hard as flint or stéele A massie mount whose stones so deepe doth lye That no deuice may well the bottome feele The Rocke discends beneath the auncient Towne About the which a stately wall goes downe With buyldings great and posternes to the same That goes through Rocke to giue it greater fame I want good words and reasons apt therefore It selfe shall shewe the substance of my tale But yet my pen must tell here somewhat more Of Castles praise as I haue spoke of Uale A strength of state ten tymes as strong as fayre Yet fayre and fine with dubble walles full thicke Like tarres trim to take the open ayre Made of Fréestone and not of burned Bricke No buylding there but such as man might say The worke thereof would last till Iudgement day The Seate so sure not subiect to a Hill Nor yet to Myne nor force of Cannon blast Within that house may people walke at will And stand full safe till daunger all be past If Cannon rorde or barkt against the wall Frends there may say a figge for enemies all Fiue men within may kéepe out numbers greate In furious sort that shall approach that Seate Who stands on Rocke and lookes right downe alone Shall thinke belowe a man is but a child I sought my selfe from top to fling a stone With full mayne force and yet I was beguyid If such a height the mightie Rocke be than Ne force nor sleight nor stout