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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A17462	A poore knight his pallace of priuate pleasures Gallantly garnished, with goodly galleries of strang inuentio[n]s and prudently polished, with sundry pleasant posies, [et] other fine fancies of dainty deuices, and rare delightes. Written by a student in Ca[m]bridge. And published by I.C. Gent.	Student in Cambridge.; Robinson, Richard, fl. 1574, attributed name.; I. C.	1579 (1579)	STC 4283; ESTC S104857	56,414	86

eschue that snare And fix not thou thy fancy there where care is banisht quite But if thou loue loue such a one as may yeeld thee thy right For if thou run in Laborinth without Ariadnes clew T is hap if thou finde out the doore wherin thou didst insew First looke then leape for why to leape before thou sedst the ground Perhaps thou maist leape in the Sea wheras thou shalt bee drownd Or els vpon some craggy Cliffe whose stones thy head will dash Or els vpon some pointed Speare which in thy side will lash Then wilt thou say ah ha my freend thy wordes are proued true Then looke I pray before you leape and thus my freend adue Maister Alexander D. gaue this Theame Multa cadunt inter calicem supremaque labrat BE not to bold in chance and change is oft a sodain sight And none doo know the victorer while foes bee at the fight While Saylers sulke vpon the seas they know not where to land And some which thinke to hap in Hauen d● sinke within the sand The fish which byteth on the baite hath cleane forgot the snare And euery thing in prosperous state hath banisht mortall care But yet so quickly turnes the wheele the fates do change so sone That good successe do seldome come good dayes be quickly gone And hee which liues can not prolonge his yeares by halfe a day But when time comes say what hée will yet must hee needes away The corne which groweth vpon the ground before it sh●ote to blade Reuiues his hart which long before a good accompt hath made But yet before the Haruest come it falles and fades away And when the Barne doth aske his right the corne lyeth in decay Then trust not vnto fickle fate for why from sun to sun I meane from Morne to Euen wee see that diuerse things be done And in the Moment of the time and twinckling of an eye Behold the man that liued in ioy is ready for to dye Such is our state such is our strength wheron wee daily trust But if wee hope wheron wee holde needes must we ly in dust The poore Knights lamentation wherin hee earnestly bewayleth the late losse of diuers worthy Gentilmens lyues that died of a verye strange disease at Oxforde in Iuly 1577. among whom died Sir Robert Bell Lorde cheefe Baron and Maister Nicolas Barham Ser●ant of the Law both Iustices of the Assise there with other Knights and Gentlemen beside Studients and others of all degrees as followeth STand still yee Féends of Limbo Lake ye hellish hounds giue eare Stay Theseus on thy whorling whéele harke what I shall declare Come plonge in pit of paynfull plight yee Furies three I pray Oh Pluto marke my dolefull mone giue eare what I shall say And rue with mee the rufull chance and mone the yll successe The dolefull dole the heauy hap the dumpes of déepe distresse Which Oxforde Towne hath had of late most fresh new in minde Harke harke ye Dames of Stigian flood and waile by course of kinde And though no teares of furies eyes will ease the fatall fall Yet plaints of you which Furies bée may moue the minde of all To say with mee as I haue sayd alas helpe to deplore And waile y chance like to which chance no chance hath chanst before In Oxforde towne or English soile since worthy Troians time Since Brute in coast did seeke by fame to clustering clowds to clime Oh strange disease most strange to tell and strange to call to minde As thundring fame hath tolde for truth as reason did her binde Alas alas I rue to thinke I tremble for to tell My fainting hart is much apalde my soule in gréefe doth dwell But yet alas what hoote to mone where teares will not a●ayle No gentle wordes will fence the Forte where denting death assaile No sugred termes will stay his stroke no force will make him fey No subtill sleight of mortall minde hée wayeth no hydeous cry No worthy actes can bannish death or cause him to relent No fame no name for good deserts no dayes in Iustice spent Can him intreate to holde his hand no hope of future gaine Which might redound to common wealth can cause him to abstaine But oft that Impe by whirling winde is blasted to decay And sonest beares the withered leaues wherof most hope doth stay Of Troian soile let Hector say let Pyrhus speak● for Greece Or ioyne Achilles if you please and Paris with his peece Macedons Prince may tell his tale and Caesar may discharge That good Hamilcars eldest Sonne by proofe may tell at large What neede I range sith ranging far doth br●●de to great annoy Sith Bell Barham may blaze forth which once were Englands ioy Ah sounding Bell ah Barham bolde I meane in Iustice cause Ah true maintainers of the right and strengthners of the lawes How oft can VVestminster report whose record can not ly Your true deserts in Pleas of price your worthy wits to try How oft can al Assises say loe Bell loe Barham hee Perdy in skill of Lawiers trades those worthy champions bée How oft hath Bell béene sounded of through euery Sheere Towne How oft hath Barham through his deedes atchiued high renowne But out alas the Bell is broke and Barhams toung doth stay For Death hath strooke whose daunting dartes eche worldling must obay Both Iudge Shrife both Shrife and Clarke yea Clarke Cryer al Must giue accompt before the Iudge when Christ his Cryer call And well I hope hath Bell deserued and Barham shal haue meede With all the rest aloft in skyes wheras the Angels feede And you ye doughty Knights whose corps be laid in mourning graue Whose bones shall long bée kept in store a good reward shall haue And though ye waile yee Templers all for them which you did know Which oft within your costly Courts their sage aduise did show Yet sith the Fates haue cut their clewes sith Lachesis hath sayd That shee would stretch her hand no more then be you well apayde And stay from murmering at their fate such fatall hap had they Whom God had long ordaind before to visit in that day As few haue seene or heard the like with watery eyes lament With salted sighes and gushing teares which all in vaine be spent In Oxford Town euery where where fame hath blown her blast And scalding sighes in sundry brestes haue vowed for ay to last What shall I say what shall I wright or shall I leaue my verse How can my hand holde fast my pen these dollors to reherse Nay nay as great a gréefe as that did more augment my paine Which yet-hath lurkte concealed fast but can not so remaine Euē for your sakes yée Studiēts all whose gréefe increase my smart For whom my minde was troubled sore all flattery set apart Not mine alone but thousands more did see themselues agréeued And askt on knees of mighty Ioue your time might bee reléeued How many

yet this day to see how much hee stood in awe Of Sages wise whom hée estéemde which did neglect the law Of him and of his Tortures great all voyde of sparkes of loue Who hath not read and yet once red whose harts doth hée not moue ▪ Did not Perillus bloody wretch whose factes my gréefe renew From Athens bring the brazen Bull if Poets workes be trew Hoping of him which loued the same for to obtaine the prise Whose wordes did soone bewray his Art and vttered his deuise Oh noble Kinge quoth hée beholde in Athens where I dwell Thy fame is spred for whyeche one thy tyranny doth tell The Brute wherof vnto my eare by chaunce did come of late As well of thee as of thy life and of thy prosperous state And by my trade oh noble Kinge I vse to worke in Brasse Loe here a worke which of good will I offer to your grace The like to it since Saturns dayes was neuer wrought before Nor as I thinke by mortall hands can neuer bee made more For loe the Torture is so strange the torment is such paine The like to it you haue not had nor shall not haue againe These wordes inflamed his furious hart which thirsted after blood And to Perillus furiously hée spake with raging moode And sayd Perillus shew the vse cease not for to declare And I will well reward thy paines Perillus doo not feare The Bull is hollow noble Prince a man therin may lye Aslender flame beeing made with out hée shall consume and fry His spéech shall turne like to the noyse that liuing bulles doth make And for a terror to thy foes I made it for thy sake Possesse the same which done the Kinge his glosing wordes to try First put Perillus in the Bull where hée him selfe did die And after him that cursed Bull to many brought great smart And Phallaris did ende his life within Perillus Art. By whose cruell end I doo perceiue that counsell wise to bée Doo thou no worse to other men then they all doo to thee To R. Baker Virtus post funera viuit TO tell of them whose famous factes haue won no small renowne Eyther with glittering blade in féelde or els with Consuls gowne Aswell within our natiue lande or els in forrain soyle My Muse doth lothe that labour great it were to great a toyle But yet shée daines at your request for to discribe at large And as the season will permit her duty to discharge In Vertues race guide well thy steps in her put thy delight For Fame doth fauor Vertues house frō whence shée takes her slight Whose sounding Tromp doth warne all those which seeke renowned state To arme themselues in Vertues tent fight in Iustice gate Who often sayth chéere on my harts your manhood séeke to try I will preserue your déedes on liue your fame shall neuer dy Alcides hee whose heauy hand the Centaures doo lament Whose direfull strokes the Stigian Knights with pitteous plaints repent Was mooued to force by flickering fame his faithfull fréend to fetch Whose lingering liues y furies ferce on whirling whéele did stretch With pricke of praise King Peleus deare did saile frō gallant Greece And conquered the golden Ram and stole away the Fléexe When praise did pricke the panting hart of Pallamedes Prince Hée rygde his shippes and hoysed sayle the Troians to conuince If Pirhus father had not ceast the handmaydes wéede to weare Then Homers hand had stayd his quill which doth his actes declare Come subtill Sinon tell the truth what did thy hart inflame To hazard health with forrain foes but hope of future fame Iyeurgus leaue thy exilde life come home come home againe Nay nay I meane while life doth last an exile to remaine For though I dy a banisht wight yet this I know most sure That all the world shall pen my praise while Aestas yeares indure So fancy fed the fainting mindes of them which liued before That they in hope of perfit praise Dame Vertue did adore For nothing was estemed so much as for to leaue behinde To those which should succeede his roome as was a vertuous minde For praise did tickle toward wits and made them search the way To purchase fame which should remaine when they were shrind in clay This caused Alexander stout to take the war in hand In hope to conquer all the world as well by sea as land And Tully with his filed toung did seeke to purchase fame And all the Roman Emperours haue leaueld at the same What should I say I faynt to tell or to discourse of all And bare remembrance of the same doo make my pen to fall And bid mée cease for why Dame Fame haue sworne and can not ly That shee will not permit the déedes of valiant wights to dy Then let vs seeke to hit that marke wherto wée should assend I meane to win eternall life which neuer shall haue end For Fame in tract of time will fléete but that shall euer last Fame serues but for this present life but that when life is past So let vs trust to Vertues waies in hope the same to try That wee by proofe may plainly plead that Vertue can not dy To his freende and kinsman I. Tin. Satius est initijs mederi quam fini THe Pacient which by yll successe doth beare the daungerous sore Whose swelling smart painful panges increaseth more more Dooth seeke the Surgeons skilfull hand his paine for to aswage Before the wound bee festered far to mitigate his rage For why the Surgeon willeth this before the cure bee past Which done hee layeth his helping hand heales the wound at last When winde hath rent with raging blast the tender stocke and trée At first if helpe begins to faile then no redresse can bee And hunters vse to trade their hounds in youth to hunting game Least that in age when time shall serue they should neglect the same For that which bréedeth by the bone will hardly bee remoued And men in age will scarsely lothe the thing which once they loued Then must I néedes reioyce my freend that fortune doth reueale That thing to mee which thou from mee didst purpose to conceale Fame telles to mee with sounding Trompe that thou begins to loue I doo beleeue yet Fame at first could hardly credit moue But when as true Report was blased Misdout was banisht quite And thou wert sayd to sue for grace which is a louers right I speake by gesse for why I lacke experience of the same I neuer serued her whom thou seruest nor neuer playde her game Yet this I thinke and do confesse that loue may well bee vsed I know the same I read the same it ought not bee refused So long as loue keepes lawfull loue and flies from Cupids Court Or if vnto Dame Venus Vale it ginnes not to resorte From whence my fréend I counsel thee with tender loue and care That thou abstaine as well becomes thee to