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A18760	A pleasaunte laborinth called Churchyardes chance framed on fancies, vttered with verses, and writte[n] to giue solace to euery well disposed mynde: wherein notwithstanding are many heauie epitaphes, sad and sorowfull discourses and sutche a multitude of other honest pastymes for the season (and passages of witte) that the reader therein maie thinke his tyme well bestowed. All whiche workes for the pleasure of the worlde, and recreation of the worthie, are dedicated to the right honourable sir Thomas Bromley knight, lorde Chancelour of Englande.; Churchyardes chance	Churchyard, Thomas, 1520?-1604.	1580 (1580)	STC 5250; ESTC S105045	53,461	90

Capitaine Randalls Epitaphe 8 Sir Edmond Peckains Epitaphe 9 Sir Iames Wilfordes Epitaphe 10 Sir Ihon Walloppes Epitaphe 11 Sir George Peckams first wiues Epitaphe 12 The Erle of Penbrokes Epitaphe 13 The Counties of Penbrokes Epitaphe 14 The Lorde Henry Dudleis Epitaphe 15 Sir Ihon Pollardes Epitaphe 16 The Lorde of Deluins Epitaphe 17 The Epitaphe of Maistresse Pennes daghter called Maistresse Gifforde 18 And many other gentilmen and gentilwomens Epitaphes that presently I neither can remember nor get into my handes againe ¶ Of the fickle faithe of men THE thoughts of men doe daiely chaunge As phansies breeds within their breasts And now their natuers are so straunge That fewer can find where frendship rests For double dealyng bears sutche swaie That honest meanyng doeth decaie The stedfast faithe that freends profeste Is fled from them or little vsde Who hath a perfaite freende possest In whom he neuer was abusde Where one is founde a frende in deede A score there bee that failes at neede A frende in woords where deedes are dedde Is like a spryng that water wants And thei that with faire words are fedde Doe hope for fruite on withred plants But who can iudge by vewe of eye Where deeds are dedde and trothe doeth lye For barraine Trees will blossoms beare As well as these that fruite shall yeeld Whose barcke and branches seems as feare As any Tree within the feeld As simply looks the subtell man As he that of no falshed can The surest waie that I can finde Is first to proue and then to truste Wherein affection is not blinde For proof will sone spie out the iuste And triall knowes who means desaite And bidds the blout beware the baite Without good proofe be not to bolde If you my councell lists to take In painted woords there is no holde Thei are but leau's that winde doeth shake But where that woords and deeds agree Accept that freende and credite me For he that giu's this councell here Hath bought his witte and freendshipp dere FINIS Of a Flatterer and a Backbiter THe tamest foule and wildest beast that euery man maie knowe Is sure a subtill flattryng freende and sclandryng tong I trowe The one bit's sore behinde thy backe the other blears thyne eyes And still deceiu's thee to thy face with nought but fained lyes The Doue is meeke and tame of kinde but yet a Flattrar fine More tamer is and shewes more arte then all the Muses nine For he can so transforme hym self you shall not see hym right Though through stone walls like Linx ye lock or could haue Argos sight And he that bit's vnto the bones is wilde as Bucke in chace And hides his hedde moste monster like that dare not shewe his face The Colt that skipps before the dame is not so light as he Malboche hath sutche a forked tong it stingeth worse then Bee Malboche doeth lodge the shamlesse clap that goes as fast as Mill Malboche is like a common skolde that must be chattyng still Malboche can creepe in credits grace and Court it too some tyme And make a stale and snare to catche the simple soule in Lyme The mightie Mastiue brought to Beare bit's not like scolding tong A Larum all the countrey cries where that loude bell is rong And when it hath begonne a braule awaie in haste it goes And will abide by nothyng sure for feare of bobbs and bloes But though Malbouche do breede muche strief the Flattrar passeth all For he lyes lullyng in the lapp and like a painted wall Full faire and smothe he shoes to sight when loe a rotten poste He prou's yet seems a holie sainct and is a curssed ghoste Well twoo thei are the wilde tame that works this world mutche woe The wilde he hinders honest name the tame no freend but foe But how to spie these monsters out in deede I can not tell Except with wisedomes iudgyng hed ye marke them bothe so well That when thei speake and babble mutche thei meane to lay abaite To take and trap the harmelesse harte in netts of meere decaite Now here is taught you how to find these twaine by outward vewe Though bothe of thē begiles this worlde with charms nifles newe FINIS ¶ A good description of a freende THe Bee doeth trauell long and wonders paine doeth take From herbe to flowre frō flowre to wéede a hony combe to make The Ante with no lesse art in season due doeth toile And learns vs how to helpe our selues in this vncertaine soile So man that knowledge hath to woorke with witte and sence Prouides for harm's that maie befall a buckler of defence That neither want nor woe shall quaill the noble minde Nor cast through care and froward happ the forward harte behinde And sure the surest staie that any wight maie gette Is freendship if in sureties grounde the graffe thereof be sette Yea so it serues the tourne and salues eche sore and greef As Honie combe in tyme of neede is onely Bees releef And sutche prouision bare as Ante doeth make I gesse At greate extremes in eurie pointe true freendship doeth expresse When all these worldlyngs faile and faithe on yearth doeth fainte And pride with poisoned serpēts tougs like Parats prate paint To freendship maie we come as to a fountaine sweete That yeelds freshe water many waies to quench the thirstie spréete And there wee maie be bolde to drinke or drawe our sill For where the moistnesse feed's the flood's the springs are ronnyng stilk Emong the bruitest beastes and wildest birds that bee An inward likyng flattly fixte of freendship shall you see Should we then make it straunge that feelyng hath to knowe The lawe and league of blamelesse loue and iudge the freend frō foe No sure our glorie growes moste gaie on freendships ground And suger swéete are all those fruit's that springs on iudgemēt soūd When fauour makes the waie and letts desarts come in And modest maners milde of mode doeth wisedomes credite win The freendship vertuous is and like full long to laste And as a rocke against eche storme it standeth firme and faste This freedship first was bredd emongs the Gods aboue And fostred since in fleshly breasts and fed with frendly loue And so it was embraste of worthie skilfull braines Who to this daie with care of minde this freendship still retaines And more it bears the bruite beyonde all yearthly things And flees as farre as any fame hath powre to spred her wings And frendship triumphe makes on Fortune in despight And marcheth full amid her face and so subdues her quight No sorrowe nor mishappe no greef nor torment strange Maie frame by force or froward meane true freendships mynde too change For paines with equall weight doe freends imparte and deale As though within twoo priuate willes there were a commonweale And looke what one doeth taste the other feeles in deede And eche of them with helpyng hande supplies the others neede In minde thei meete and matche

A pleasaunte Laborinth called Churchyardes Chance framed on Fancies vttered with verses and writtē to giue solace to eury well disposed mynde wherein notwithstanding are many heauie Epitaphes sad and sorowfull discourses and sutche a multitude of other honest pastymes for the season and passages of witte that the reader therein maie thinke his tyme well bestowed All whiche workes for the pleasure of the worlde and recreation of the worthie are dedicated to the right honourable sir Thomas Bromley knight lorde Chancelour of Enlande ¶ Imprinted at London by Ihon Kyngston 1580. ¶ To the right honourable Sir Thomas Bromley Knight Lorde Chauncellour of Englande one of the Quenes Maiesties priuie Councell Thomas Churchyarde wisheth greate blessednesse of life continuance of vertue and perfite felicitie AS custome and continuaunce of tyme bredes a lawe in Nature and cōuertes mannes mynde to many a laudable excercise so moste honourable the good will of men is neuer vnoccupied if either honest labour or stdious diligence maie please those greate personages that affection and duetie commaundes vs to honor And as it hath bin through tyme out of mynde an auncient maner in the beginnyng of a newe yere to present vnto freendes and sutche as we beste fauour some signe of freendshipp by waie of newe yeres giftes so I trust the maner so mutche commended emong the wise and so long vsed with all sortes of people for the purchasyng of good liking shall excuse my ouer greate boldnesse and make my simple gifte accepted For as I vnderstande and my betters farre haue reported it is not the valewe of the presentes nor the ritchnesse of the Iewels that makes our giftes welcome and bringes the giuer in the good opiniō of the worthies in this worlde but it is the vertuous intent of the minde that maketh free passage to that whiche is presented and causeth as well little trifles to bee estemed as greate treasure to bee made of If otherwise the worthinesse of thynges were to be iudged my triflyng booke might blushe in my behalfe and the vaine verses therein would rather argue my disgrace then further my good fame And therefore my good Lorde since euery mans gift is receiued waied accordyng to the good will of the giuer I haue this present new yeres daie presented vnto your good Lordshipp good Chaunce and so with this good Chaunce salutyng your honor with all seruisable dueties I honor your Lordshipps vertues procede to the purpose of my matter The people of this worlde whose sondrie wittes and iudgementes lookes deepely into the deuises of the writers in our age if thei would straitly and narrowly beholde how busie I haue bin in settyng out bookes and printyng of pamfletts might paraduenture make a wonder of my wearisome woorkes for that many woordes hath bin spent to little profite either of my Countrey or commoditie to my self because my small learnyng and capacitie could neuer reche to any greate knowledge nor searche out the ground of any profounde seeret or science But how so euer my woorkes maie bee construed my penne hath kept me from slothe and Idelnesse and little hath bin loste by my studie and labors For freendes and fauourars hath bin gotten through diligence and tyme hath bin entertained in muche contentation of minde And though it was my Chaunce to light on a pleasant disposition in making of verses whē others happened by Fortunes election on a multitude of benifites yet blessed is the Chaunce that breedeth merrie thoughtes and vnlodes the harte and hedde of a nomber of heauie cogitations For though small abilitie simple callyng bryngeth no greate reputation and credite yet it sitteth free from the bitter blaste of Fortunes tempestes VVhen the mindes of the mightie are shocked and shaken with the blusteryng stormes of worldes vnstablenesse And though my Chaunce was to trauaill abroade to seeke after Fortune whiles others at home found themselues happie yet beyng so smally prefarred by Chaunce euery where I am neither troubled with her mutabilitie nor driuen to giue her thankes for any good tourne she hath doen me And yet my Chaunce is indifferent that bothe in warres and peace possessyng my little portion I haue seen thousandes depart from this worlde and sodainly taken from their abondance My chance is to be in court well knowen and mutche made of though smally considered or aduaunced My Chaunce is to liue awhile and write Epitaphes Sonets and sedules on many a worthie personage whiles my life and footesteps drawes the bodie to his long home and leades the restlesse daies to the quiet graue And so as Chance hath fallen out and alotted me by a bond of causes through the originall ground of all goodnesse the pleasure of penne and the pain of studie euen so in like maner I gladly plaie out my part on the stage in this toilesome and tragicall pilgrimage where nothyng easeth our labours so mutche as the sweete contentatiō of minde But to what purpose trouble I your honourable iudgement and grauitie with the rehersall of trifles or why doeth rashenesse in so bolde a maner dedicate sutche a woorke scarce worthie the looking on to sutche a worthie Magistrate whose wisedome maie disdaine the reading of so simple a discourse The trothe is my right good Lorde this present is offered as a peece of a meane to passe awaie the tyme amid great affaires and weightie causes whiche with light matters findes recreation by the inuention of pretie deuised sportes the studie and care of commonweale seemeth lesse tedius and troublesome For the minde wearied with ouer long labours and sadde motions of the spirite that through continuaunce maie dull the senses is sharpened and made better at commaundement when chaunge of pastymes with some pleasaunt exercises hath eased the bodie and refreshed the memorie My verses God wot are voide of sutche deuine vertue And I wantyng the grace of Mercurie or Pipe of Appollo presumeth to farre to please the eares of Minerua with the rashe sounde of rusticall Musicke But though the harmonie be not so sweete and delicate as is to be wished the desire to doe well is the instrument onely that maie bryng suche delite whiche maie for euer purchace good acceptation And for that to the art of Musicke and harmonie belongeth seuerall sortes of partes to make good concordance I haue tuned all my notes and songes worthie the hearyng into one kind of voice and order Meanyng that where many a peece of descant is to bee seen and some iarres maie happen by misliking of discordes yet a nomber of partes soundyng together maie couer the faultes and imperfectiōs of an ignoraunt Musition And because in the sweete soile of Salop in whiche parties your Lordshippe was nourished whiche seate I honour of nature and toke some sauor and taste of Science in the gladder are my muses to reuerence with verses a speciall sparke and spectacle of the countrey I was borne in either with Musicall melodie or Poeticall pastymes and passages delated

A grace to winne and purchace freends at vewe and present sight A Toby to his children all yea Iob for happie state A father graue that well bestowd the worldly goods he gate A Iewell to Kilkenie sure when toune besieged was A worthie Burges stoute of harte that could through perills passe Of stature meane of maner milde and sure as I haue hard A verie shadowe of a sainct so shapte in some regard His ende did showe what life he ledd his neighbours doe recorde He was a plant of speciall grace and member of the Lorde Wherefore dere freends y t reads these lines be sure his soule is well And he through Christ doeth triumph still on dreadfull death and hel And sitts as safe in Abrams breast as babe in mothers lappe Moste glad are Adams ofspring all that meets sutche blessed happe FINIS ¶ The Lorde Braies Epitaphe CRie out thou worlde and Court and saie that loste ye haue A better Iewell for his daies then your desarts doe craue But small ye waie the losse of hym and others eke Of whose good nature when ye neede ye are full farre to seeke Whiche maks your plague the more though least ye thinke thereon When ofte ye wishe them here againe that long are dedde and gon As Gold from Lead is knowne sutche diffrence is in deede In men and more vnlike thei are then flowre is vnto weede Lorde Braie declares the same who was so clere a Lampe That fewe or none my iudgement giues are left vs of that stampe So currant for the Court so comely in the felde So right a sparke of Natures moulde hath here been seen but selde His face did full present a manly worthie minde His woords set forthe a further skill then all mens heds could finde His life could none mislike his Nature throughly good His hande more freely gaue awaie then worlde well vnderstood A harte where honour dwelt a corps full trimly knitte A shape as kinde had breath'd hym out a hedde where lackt no witte O Braie thou borest awaie the banner of renowne Let none thinke scorne to followe thee in feeld in court nor toune I take a heauie leaue of thee and so I cease And leaue thee flikeryng in the aire before the God of peace FINIS Sir Ihon Constables Epitaphe IN lookyng through these worldly happs so walkyng where I would And waiyng well with equall paies the weight of yearthly mould I heard a sadd and priuie voice as though some fearfull spreete In hollowe Caue or vaute of stone had spoke from shroudyng sheete It badde me looke to true report that Tymes cheef daughter is And sett a side all fonde affects whiche leads the penne amis Thou hast ꝙ he for fauours sake prais'd some thou didst not knowe I was thy freende wherefore in verse my course of life doe showe These woords pronouncst he silence kept and vanisht so awaie His soule to Skies his fame to worlde his corps to clotts of claie Then to my Muse I gan repaire with harte as cold as stone And so with dolefull verse bewaield the death of good sir Ihon. Who ledde his life in greate renowne and neighbours loue with all And seru'd the state on his owne charge when prince did please to call By Northen broils that bred mutche bale and subiects trothes were tried His great good will to dueties bounds loiall faith was spied He alwaies stoode to rightfull thyngs and would not swaie a wrie To any pointe wherein reproche or losse of name did lye A freende that was not lightly loste and did good tournes bestowe Where cause requirde librall hart through bounties springs should flowe A house he kept of greate expence and daiely at his doore With that good store that God him blest he helpt to feede y ● poore He married twise in noble race and kept a noble traine And freely gaue good seruaunts Farms to recompence their paine He bare to freends sutche perfite loue that to the howre of death He neuer failed any one as long as he had breath He had greate suites and troubles too that many sorrows bryngs Yet ere he died with worship greate he ended all those thyngs He gaue good lands for Scholers weale as was the auncient gies And made an Almes house for the poore in Halsham where he lyes All Holdernesse that knewe hym well doeth misse his presence now So iuste and worthie eurie waie were all his doyngs throw But when the fruite of tree is ripe or men be at the beste Doune doe thei drop at the length in yearth with worms thei rest Yet good mens ghosts do clime the clouds drawes where God in trone Brings chosen lambs to endlesse ioy frō worldly care mone FINIS The phantasticall Monarkes Epitaphe THough Da●t be dedde and Marrot lies in graue And Petrarks sprite bee mounted past our vewe Yet some doe liue that Poets humours haue To keepe old course with vains of verses newe Whose penns are prest to paint out people plaine That els a sleepe in silence should remaine Come poore old man that boare the Monarks name Thyne Epitaphe shall here set forthe thy fame Thy climyng mynde aspierd beyonde the Starrs Thy loftie stile no yearthly titell bore Thy witts would seem to see through peace and warrs Thy tauntyng tong was pleasant sharpe and sore And though thy Pride and pompe was somewhat vaine The Monarcke had a deepe discoursyng braine A lone with freend he could of wonders treate In publike place pronounce a sentence greate No matche for fooles if wisemen were in place No mate at meale to sit with common sort Bothe graue of looks and fatherlike of face Of Iudgement quicke of comely forme and port Moste bent to words on hye and solempne daies Of diet fine and daintie diuerse waies And well disposde if Prince did pleasure take At any mirthe that he poore man could make On gallant robes his greatest glorie stood Yet garments bare could neuer daunt his minde He feard no state nor ●aerd for worldly good Helde eche thyng light as fethers in the winde And still he saied the strong thursts weake to wall When sworde bore swaie the Monarke should haue all The man of might at length shall Monarke bee And greatest strength shall make the feeble flee When straungers came in presence any wheare Straunge was the talke the Monarke vttred than He had a voice could thonder through your eare And speake mutche like a merrie Christmas man But sure small mirthe his matter harped on His forme of life who lists to looke vpon Did shewe some witte though follie fedde his will The man is dedde yet Monarke liueth still FINIS Epitaphes alreadie printed or out of my handes THe Epitaphe of Kyng Henry the eight 1 The Erle of Surries Epitaphe 2 The Lorde Cromwells Epitaphe 3 The Ladie Wentworthes Epitaphe 4 The Lorde Graies of Wilt on his Epitaphe 5 The Lorde Poinynges Epitaphe 6 Maister Audleis the greate Soldiours Epitaphe 7 The worthie