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A15986 Certayne chapters of the prouerbes of Salomon drawen into metre by Thomas sterneholde, late grome of the kynges Magesties robes Hall, John, b. 1529 or 30.; Sternhold, Thomas, 1529?-1566?, attributed name.; Surrey, Henry Howard, Earl of, 1517?-1547.; Case, John, d. 1600. 1550 (1550) STC 2760; ESTC S119621 28,362 112

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Whych is debarde from wycked mē they may not haue that grace Where thou dost them defend from threates of mighty power Frō venim tonges thou dost thē hyde within thy pleasaunt bower Farre aboue all landes thy mercies I have founde And wondrous worckes in my defēce as citye walled rounde I haue thought me or thys farre caste out of thy syght But yet euen then thou heardeste my voyce my prayer day and night Love ye therfore the Lorde hys goodnes whych do taste The symple for he doth defend rewardes the proude as fast Be of good cheare all ye that hope of 〈◊〉 good turne For he wil 〈◊〉 stil your hertes that trust in his returne Miserere mei deus For thy greate mercies sake haue mercy lorde on me For thy goodnes do cleane away my greate impuritie My misdeades put away and eftsone● make me cleane From synne and all impuritie the for to serue agayne For nowe I do confesse my faultes done vnto the And myne offence is neuer frō the presence of myne eye To the euen I to the have done thys fore offence And this misedede I shew my fault not ferynge thy presence But if thou wylt vouchsafe of thys me now to ease And geue thy worde to me I shal not the displease Then named shalt thou be a god both ius●●●●● true Most constaunte 〈◊〉 promises not chaunging them a 〈◊〉 Yea then I say thou shalt be counted iuste in dede Condemning them that wil not turne and call for helpe at nede All thynge is knowen to the and nothyng from the hydde Even how of synne I hadde no lacke when I was conceyued For why to it also my mother was in thrall And when that I conceyued was by hyr I hadde my fall And though it were not small which by hyr then I hadde Yet in the trouth is thy delight whyche wisedome make me glade If thou oh lord wylt clense and purge me fro my sinne With I sope washte I shal be cleane a newe life to begynne If thou wilte putte awaye my synne and me renc●●e Then shal I be that was once blake as w●yte as is the knewe When thou shalt me reioyce and drawe to mirth agayne Then wyl my bones be voyde of wo which thou somtimes didst paine Thy face for thy names sake do turne from mine offence And for thy mercyes greate I craue preserue me now from thence Oh Lorde make cleane myne herte that I in me reserue And y t thy sprite wythin my brest alway may me preserue For thy benignitie forsake me not or lorde He take away thy blessed spirite lest that I be abhorde But rather graunt to me ●●e confort of thy hande Ar● wyth thy sprite as principal 〈◊〉 me to wythstand If that thou wylt thys graunte then in●ers shall I tell Their life how that they shal appoint in ioye 〈…〉 o well And those that ouerthrowen and thral to sinne be made They shall repent and turne agayne by seynge of my trade Oh aucthour of myne health from murder make me free Thy rightuousnes mi mouth shal tel and praise it certaynly Release my tonge oh Lorde wherof thou hast the cure That then it may declare abrode thy prayse and eke thy power If that I shoulde applye in presence for to brynge The outward sacrifice oh lord it woulde please the nothynge He yet wylt thou regard as thoughe thou hadst respecte The offeryng y e the heate doth 〈◊〉 whych we to the direct The sacrifice wherwyth the lorde is pleased son It is the sprite 〈◊〉 peni●●nt that 〈…〉 none It is the herte of trouthe with dolour stroken sore Thou canste not Lorde despise these twayne no not for euermore To Sion lorde alwayes declare thy gentlenes Ierusalem the walles therof againe may haue redresse The sacrifices then shalbe pleasaunte to the Whych shall declare as tokens true our inwarde puritie I meane the purged offeryng and eke oblation On aulters whē we calues shal laye thy name to call vpon Againste nigardy and riches No wyght in thys worlde that wealth can attaine Unlesse he beleue that all is but vayne And loke howe it commeth so leue it to god As tydes vse theyr tymes to ebbe and to floo Thys mucke on the molde that men so desyre Doth worcke them much woo and moue them to ire With griefe it is gote with care it is kepte Wyth sorowe sone loste that longe hath bene repte And wo worth the man that fyrste dolue the molde To fynde out the myne of syluer or golde For when it laye hydde and to vs vnknowen Of stryfe and debate the seede was not sowen Then lyued men well and held them content Wyth meate drinke and cloth wythout any rent Their houses bu●●●ore to 〈…〉 selues in For cas●e●s and toures were then to begyn No towne had his wall they feared no warre Nor enemyes hoste to seke them affare So ledde they their lyues in quiet and reste Tyll hoorde began hate from east vnto weste And golde for to growe a lorde of greate price Whych chaunged the world from vertue to vyce And turned all thynge so farre from his kynde That howe it should be is ●orne out of mynde For 〈◊〉 beare nowe the 〈◊〉 and the brute And onely ●he cause of all our pursuite Whych maketh amonge vs suche 〈…〉 And shall tyl we seke the ryght way agayne When mariage was made for vertue and loue Then was no diuorce goddes knotte to remoue When iudges would suffer no brybbes in their syght Their iudgementes were then accordynge to ryght When prelates had not possessions nor rent They preached the trouthe and truly they went When men dyd not flatter for fauoure nor mede Then kynges herde the trouth and howe the worlde yede And men vnto honour throughe vertue did rise But all thys is 〈◊〉 〈…〉 a●y my●●● For mony 〈◊〉 all and 〈◊〉 a god 〈…〉 ●ot to be for Ch●●●●●●bode And bade th●●●● should take nothyng in hande But for the lordes loue and wealth of the lande And willes vs full oft that we should refrayne From wrestyng hys wyll to make our owne gayne For couetous folke of euery estate As hardly shall enter wythin heaven gate As thorowe a nedles eye a camell to crepe Why do these mad men then hoorde vp and kepe Yea more then may serue the● selues to suffyce As though ●●fite blysse shoulde that waye ary● But if they woulde 〈◊〉 to synke in their br●●● What trouble of mynde what vnquiet reste What mischiefe what hate thys money doth brynge They woulde not so toyle for so vile a thynge For they that haue muche are euer in care Whyche way to wynne and how for to space Their slepes be vnsound for feare of the thiefe The losse of a lyttle doth worke them much griefe In sekynge their lacke they want that they haue And subiecte to that which should be their slaue They neuer do knowe whyle ryches do raygne A frende of effe●● 〈…〉 that doth fame For flatterers sake where 〈◊〉 doth dwell And 〈◊〉 at the loureth they bide them farewell The poore do●● them curse as oft as they want In hauynge so muche to make it so skante Theyr children sometyme do wyshe them in graue That they myght possesse that ryches they haue And that whyche they wynne wyth trauaile and strife Oft tymes as we see doth cost them theyr lyfe Lo these be the fruites that ryches brynge forth Wyth many other moo which be no more worth For money is cause o●●●●ther and thef● Of battell of bloddeshedd● whych should god we●●●●● Of rauyne of wrot●●● of false wytness 〈…〉 Of treason conspired 〈◊〉 and eke of forw●●●●nge And for to be shorte and knytte vp the knotte Fewe mischefes at al that money makes not But though it be ill when it is abused Yet neuertheles it may be well vsed Nor I do not fynde that men be denide For sufficient thynges them selves to prouide Accordynge as god hath put them in place To have and to holde a tyme and a space So it be wel wonne and after well spente For it is not th●●●s 〈◊〉 that ●ntent And 〈…〉 〈…〉 skyll 〈…〉 me●e to vse at 〈◊〉 wyll As priestes shoulde not take promotions in hande To lyue at theyr case lyke lordes of the lande But onely to fede gods flocke with the trouthe To preache and to teache wythout any slouthe Nor folkes shoulde not nede greate ryches to wynne But gladely to lyue and for to flee synne Hys will for to worcke that is theyr soules health And then may they thynke they lyue in much wealthe For in this vaine worlde 〈◊〉 be 〈◊〉 in nothyng but 〈◊〉 mischief● and synne Temptation vntrou●●● contention and 〈◊〉 Then lette vs not 〈◊〉 by so vile a lyfe 〈◊〉 But lyfte vp oure 〈◊〉 and loke throughe our fayth Beholdynge his mercies that many tymes sayth The iuste men shall lyue by their good beleife And shall haue a place where can be no griefe
paste whych now are out of mynde To be renued in our dayes the lorde hath so assinde Lo thus this carefull scourge doth steale on vs vnware Whiche when the fleshe hathe cleane forgote he doth againe repaire When I in thys vayne searche had wandred fro my witte Beholde I sawe a royall throne where iustice shoulde haue sytte In stede of whom I sawe with fierce and cruel mode Wher wrong was set that cruel beast and dranke the gyltles bloude Then thought I thus the day the lorde shall syt in dome To vewe h●● 〈◊〉 chuse the pure the spotted haue no rome Yet by suche scourges sent that eche agreued mynde Lyke brute beastes that in their rage and fury by their kinde His erroure may confesse when he hath wresteled long And with suffraunce maye him arme the sure defence of wronge For death that of the beste the carren doth deuoure Unto the noble kynde of man presēce the fatall houre The perfecte fourine that god hath geuen either to man Or other beast dissolue it shall to earth where he began And who can tell if that the soule of man assende Or wyth the body of it dye and to the groude descende Wherfore ech gready herte that ryches ●●kes to gayne Gather may 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 that springet 〈◊〉 his payne A ●●cane conuenient wealth I meane to take in worthe And wyth an hande of largest in measure poure it forthe For treasure spent in lyfe the body doth susteyne The heyre shal wast the hoorded gold amased with muche payne Ne may foresyght of man suche ordre gyue in life For to foreknowe who shall enioye theyr gotten goodes wyth stryfe Domine deus salutis uicae O Lorde vpon whose wyll dependeth my welfare To call vpon thy holy name sins day nor night I spare Graunte that the iuste requeste of thys repentaunt mynd So perce thyne eares y e in thy sighte some 〈…〉 fynd My soule 〈…〉 full with griefe 〈◊〉 paste My restles b●dye doth consume and death approcheth faste Lyke them whose fatall threde thine hand hath cutte in twayne Of whom there is no farther bruite whyche in theyr graues remaine Oh lorde thou haste me caste headlonge to please my foo Into a pytte all bottomeles wher as I playne my woo The burden of thy wrathe it doth me sore oppresse And sondry stormes thou hast me sēt of terrour and distresse The faythful frendes are fledde and banished from my syght And suche as I haue helde ful deare hath set my frendshyp lyght My duraunce doth perswade of fredome suche dispaire That by the teares y t bayne my brest myne eye lyght doth ●ppayre Yet dyd I neu●● care thyne ayde for desyre With humble hert stretched hādes for to appeare thyne ire Wherfore dost thou forbeare in the defence of thyne To shewe suche tokens of thy power in syght of Adams lyne Wherby eche feble hert with fayth myght be so fedde That in the mouth of thine elect thy mercies might be spredde The fleshe that fedeth wormes can not thy loue declare Nor such set forth thy faieth as dwel in the lande of dispayre In blynde endured hertes lyght of thy lyuely name Can not appeare ne cā not iudge the bryghtnes of the same Nor blasted may thy name be by the mouthe of those whom death hathe shitte in silence so as they 〈…〉 The lyuely 〈…〉 that in thys worlde delyght Nor be the trumpe y t muste resownd the glory of thy might Wherfore I shall not cease in chiefe of my distresse To cal●on the tyl that the slepe my wery bones oppresse And in the morning eke when that the slepe is fledde With flouddes of salte repentaunte teares to washe my restles bedde Wyth in thys careful mynde burdened wyth care and grefe Why dost thou lorde appaese that shoulde be hys relefe My wretched state beholde whō death shall strayghte assayle Cast not from the thaflicted styll that neuer dyd but wayle The breade lo of thyne ire hath trode me vnder feete The scourges of thyne angry hande hath made death seme full swete Lyke as the roringe waues the sonken shyppe surrounde Greate heapes of care dyd folow me And I no succoure founde For they whom no mischaunce coulde from my loue deuide Are forced to my greater grefe frome me theyr face to hyde Inte domine sperauf In the lorde haue I hoped let me not fele the blame At any time I the beseche of disapoynted shame But me defende and kepe deliuer as I truste Now throughe thy mighte w eout the which there may no man be iust Geue eare and rydde me sone my fortresse before me In whose defence thou shalt me saue if I defended be For thou are wont to be myne holde and my succour And for my 〈◊〉 be thou both my guyde and 〈◊〉 fortour Thou shalt vntangle me from snares that they have hydde To take me with for wythout the my selfe I can not rydde Into thy cure I shall betake my simple sprite Thou hast and shalt deliuer me most iust in thy behyght Alowed I haue not them that fettes their endes in vayne Mine onely hope bothe all and some in the doth sure remaine Let me oh lorde enioye thy mercies oft assayde By troubles for thou didest regard wherin my life was stayed And hast not suffred me with enmyes power be paynde But rather hast thou set at large my steppes that were restraynde Rewe o●●ne now oh good lord at hand● my da●●n●●r loo Mine eye my life 〈◊〉 my fleshe alas doth fre●● for woo Moste of my dayes and yeres in troubles wasted are My strength decaieth my bones do quaile such mischefe me doth marre Dreade of my many foes hath made my frendes to swarue And they me abhorre wythout cause of whom I good deserue I am cast as forgote as dede in death doth steru● As a brokē potte of whō the shardes for nothing more can serue I hearde the assembles saye and threaten woo and stryfe As thoughe it semde by one consente I were not worthy life But I oh lorde in the settynge my sure beliefe D● knowe thou art what me befall my god and hole reliefe My ●●me is in 〈…〉 shal ensue Deliv● 〈…〉 ntes power which doth my lyfe pursue Shewe yet thy frendly chere vnto thy simple slaue Accordynge to thy natyue ruthe thou me defende and saue Imputed for no mocke lorde let it be to me That in my neede myne onely healpe I seke onely at the. The wicked hath the mocke and holde theyr peace in hel Buried mought althey be now of further helpe that tell And let that mouth be dombe that wountes his lyppes to lyes Speakynge slaunders of the iust mā wyth proude disdainefull cryes What plenty and what wealth hast thou layd vp for those That honour the that hope in the for whom thou dost disclose All openly at eye 〈◊〉 full many a no 〈◊〉 That Adams line 〈◊〉 much and lerne ●hre●r to drede Thou dost bestowe them ryght afore thy looke and face
lette not these thynges departe at no tyme from thyne eyes But kepe my lawe and counsels all by the in any wyse So shall it be eternall lyfe the soule for to embrace Thy mouthe shall be replenished wyth vertue and wyth grace Then shalte thou be right● sure to walke ful boldely in the waye Thy feete shall neuer slyppe from the by nyght nor yet by daye If thou dost stepe at any tyme thou nedst not be afrayed But swetely stepe and take thy reste for god wyl be thyne ayde And thoughe that the vngodly me rushe in with vyolence Thou shalt not be afrayed at all for god is thy defence The lord wil stād fast by thy syde and helpe the at thy nede And kepe the safe and suffer not thyne enemies to procede And such as woulde to other men do good wyth all their herte And haue therto sufficient to let is not thy part And if thy selfe thou able be thy neyghboure to releue Helpe him with such as y u maist spare and gladly to hym gyue Refuse not to do good to them to whome it doth belonge ●●●yle that thy ryght hand able is to do it them amonge And if thy frend do aske of the say not gette thou thy waye To morrowe come agayne to me or els some other daye And then I will gyue the y u sayste where as thou mayst it nowe Even out of hande and if thou wylte thys god doth not alowe Intēd not to thy neyghbours hurt where he no harme hath ment And wher to liue in rest and peace he settes his whole entente Striue not my sonne w e any mā● where as he doth no woo Nor folowe thou the vniust man but hye the fast him froo For whye the way of scorners all the Lorde doth cleane deteste And for to talke wyth symple men the Lorde is pleased beste Create scarcitye the lord doth se●●● wher wycked men abyde But he doth blesse the godly men and shall for them prouide The lord shall laugh at skornefull men and meeke them to their face But to the lowly he wyll gyue hys goodnes and hys grace The wyse wyth their possessyons in honoure shall remayne But shame is the promocion that folyshe men obtayne Argumen Cha. iiii Howe sagely and howe fatherly he doth vs here aduise That we from euil our hertes refraine and study to be wise YE children heare your father no● how he doth you exhort Take hede y t you do wisdom● lern● which shalbe your confort And I wyl gyue you good reward and therwythe wyl you fyll If you wyll not forsake my lawe but study therein styll For when I was the onelye sonne of both my parentes dere And tenderly beloued was of father and mothere Then he taught me full louyngely and vnto me dyd preache And thus he sayde full oftentymes as I wyll you nowe teache Se that thou dost receiue sayd he my wordes into thy breste And kepe thē wel so shalt thou lyue in perfite ioie and reste In vnderstadynge busilye apply thy selfe alwaye Let not the same depart from the by nyght nor yet by daye And wysedome neuer suffer thou from the for to digresse If thou loue hyr she shall preserue and kepe the from distresse The chiefest point of wysedome is that thou do take in hande Before al goodes wysdome to gette and learne to vnderstande Make much of hyr she shall the promote to power and might And if thou hyr embrace she shall to honour brynge the ryght For she wyl make thyne head truly both good and gracious And w e a crowne shall garnysh it that is full glorious My son therefore embrace w t spede the wordes I say to the So that thy yeares in ioye and peace on earth prolonged be The wayes of wysedome vnto the I shall make fayre and playne And in the pathes of equitye shall leaue the to remayne So that thou mayste walke wel in them haue none hinderaunce And when y u runst thou shalt not fal nor haue an euyl chaunce Of wisedome thē sure hold take y u and do not lette hyr god In kepynge hyr thou shalt surely defended be from woo And in the path come not my son of the vngodly trayne Nor walke thou in the wycked waye of them whose lyfe is vayne Frō the yll trade of naughty men departe thou cleane asyde And se that thou go farre from them and kepe the styll awyde They can not steepe tyll they have done some harme or els mischefe Nor take their reaste tyll they have wrought to some mā wo or griefe For they do eate the bytter breade of wyllfull wyckednes And drynke the wine of cōmen spoyle and all vngodlines The pleasaūt pathes of godly mē appeare bothe lyght and gaye And to al men more bryght do shyne then doth the lyghtsome daye But the yll waye of wycked men to darckenes is comparde Wherin men fall or they beware or els do scape ful harde My sonne marke well my wordes th●●●●e that I do to the tel And to the same thyne eares enclyne and vnderstande them well And se that frō thy faythful minde thou letst them not departe But kepe them styl ful stedfastly in the mydst of the herte For they are lyfe vnto al those that chaunceth them to fynde And health of body eto al suche as beare them in theyr mynde My son also kepe well thyne herte for therin resteth lyfe And put from the a frowarde mouth and lyppes that causen stryfe And let thine eyes w t diligence behold that which is ryght And eke thyne eye lyddes loke before directly in the lyght Marcke well thy pathes lest y t thy fete happe sodainly to slyde So shall thy gate be sure inoughe whether thou go or ryde Turne not asyde on the left hande For yet vnto the righte But kepe away from wyckednes thy fete wyth all thy myght The perfite pathes the Lord doth knowe that lede the way of lyght The wycked wayes the lord also considereth aryght But such as walke in godlines the lorde wyll kepe and saue And all theyr iourneys prosperre so that they none harme shall haue Argumen Cha. v. All harlottes ●e thine honour saue thy pe●es spende not in vaine Of thine owne f●oure enioy the fruite straunge loue also refraine Mi son giue eare that with spede my wisdome folow y u With good pretēce to wisedoms scole thine eares se that y u bow So that thou dost regard alwaye my ryght and good counsell And y u thy lyppes may nurtour kepe lyke wyse in speakynge well The flattrynge lyppes of wyck●●● hore●● may well compared be To hony combes whych do distyll as we do often see Whole wordes appeare vnto thine eares as smoth as any oyle But y u art lyke w tout good hede to take the shame and foyle An in the ende the pleasure paste assured mayste thou be The bitter taste of wormewood shall more pleasaunt seme to the. And so likewise more