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B01020 The fantasies of a troubled mannes head. Canand, J.; B. G. (Bernard Garter). 1566 (1566) STC 4555; Interim Tract Supplement Guide Huth 50[57] 2,268 2

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¶ The fantasies of a troubled mannes head BY Fortune as I lay in bed my fortune was to fynd Such fancies as my careful thought hath brought into my mynd And when each one was gone to rest all softe in bed to lye I would haue slept but that the watch did folow styl mine eye And Sodeinlie I saw a Sea of wofull sorrowes prest Whose wicked wayes of sharpe repulse bred mine vnquiet rest I saw this world and how it went ech state in his degrée And that from Wealth ygraunted is both lyfe and libertie I saw eke how Envie did raigne and bare the greatist price Yet greatter poison is not found within the Cockatrice I saw also how fowle Disdaine oft times to forge my woe Gaue me the cup of bitter swéete to pledge my mortal foe I saw also how that Desier to rest no place could fynd But styl constraind in endles paine to follow natures kynd I saw also most straunge of all how Nature did forsake The bloud that in her womb was wrought as doth the lothed Snake I saw how fancie would retaine no longer then shée lust And as the wynd how shée doth chaunge and is not for to trust I saw how Stedfastnes did flye with wynges of often chaunge A flyeng bird but seldome séen her nature is so straunge I saw how pleasaunt times did passe as flowers do in the mede To day that riseth red as Rose to morow falleth deade I saw my time how it did run as sand out of a glasse Euen as each owre appointed is from time and tide to passe I saw the yeares that I had spent and losse of all my payne And how the sporte of youthly plaies my follie did retayne I saw how that the little Ants in Somer styl doth rome To seke their foode wherby to liue in Winter for to come I saw eke Vertue how shée sate the thréede of life to spin Which sheweth the end of euery worke before it doth begin And when all these I thus behelde with manie mo pardie In me me thought each one had wrought a ꝑfect ꝓpertie And then I said vnto my selfe a lesson this shall bée For other that shall after come for to beware by mée Thus all the night I did diuise which way I might constrayne To forme a plot that wit might worke thes braūches in my brayne I. C. ¶ FINIS Of euyll tounges O Euyll tounges which clap at euerie wynd Ye slea the quicke and eke the dead defame Those that liue well some fault in them ye fynd Ye take no thought in sclaundring their good name Ye put iust men oft times to open shame Ye ryng so lowde ye sound vnto the Skyes And yet in proofe ye sowe nothyng but lyes ❀ Ye make great hatred where peace hath ben of long You bring good order to ruine and eke decaye Ye plucke downe right ye doe enhaunce the wrong Ye tourne swete myrth to wo and wallawaye Of mischeifs all you are the ground I saye Happie is he that liueth on such a sorte That nedes not feare such tounges of false reporte ꝙ I. Canand ¶ FINIS ¶ Of trust and triall WHo trusts before he tries may soone his trust repent Who tries before he trusts doth so his care preuent Thus trust may not be cause of triall then we sée But triall must be cause of trust in ech degrée B. G. ¶ Finis A strife betwene Appelles and Pigmalion WHen that Appelles liued in Grece Pigmalion also raigned than These two did striue to frame a pece Which should amaze the sight of man Whereby they might win such a name As should deserue immortall fame ¶ Appelles then strayed euerie where To marke and viewe ech courtlie Dame And when he heard where any were Did well deserue the prayse and fame He thither rode with willyng harte Of her to take the cumliest parte ¶ And when he had with trauaile great A thousand wights knit vp in one He found therewith to wurke his feat A paterne such as earst was none And then with ioye retourned backe For to those limmes but lyfe did lacke ¶ Pigmalion eke to shew his arte Did then conclude in Iuorie white To forme and frame in euerie parte A woman fayre to his delighte Wherein was euerie limme so coucht As not a vayne he lefte vntoucht ¶ When their two cunnings ioyned were A worlde it was to sée their wurke But yet it may greue euerie eare To heare the chaunce did therein lurke For throught the pece they framed had For loue Pigmalion did run mad ¶ Which séene Appelles shut his booke And durst no longer viewe that sight For why her comelie limmes and looke In one did passe ech other wight And while Appelles wiped his eye The pece did mount vnto the Skye ¶ Where as dame Nature toke it straight And wrapt it vp in linnen folde Estéeming it more then the waight Had ten times ben of glistryng golde Shée lockt it vp fast in chest To pleasure him that shée loued best ¶ Appelles then dismayed much Did throw his booke in to the fire He feared lest the Gods did grutch That wurkemen should so high aspire Yet once agayne he trauailed Grece With lesse effect and made a pece ¶ Which long time did hold great renowne For Venus all men did it call Tyll in our dayes gan Nature frowne And gaue the workemannes worke a fall For from her chest t' auoyde all stryfe Shée tooke the pece and gaue it lyfe ¶ And for a token gaue the same Vnto the highest man of state And said since thou art crownd by Fame Take to thée here this worthie mate The same which kyld the caruers strife Before that Nature gaue it life ¶ Lorde yf Appelles now did know Or yf Pigmalion once should heare Of this their worke the worthie show Since Nature gaue it life to beare No doubt at all her worthie prayse Those selie Grekes from death wold rayse ¶ Then those that daylie sée her grace Whose vertue passeth euerie wight Her comelie corps her christall face They ought to pray both day and night That God may graunt most happie state Vnto that Princesse and her mate Ber. Gar. ¶ FINIS ❧ Imprinted at London without Aldersgate in little Britaine by A. Lacy.