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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A16815	The vvorkes of a young wyt, trust vp with a fardell of pretie fancies profitable to young poetes, preiudicial to no man, and pleasaunt to euery man, to passe away idle tyme withall. Whereunto is ioyned an odde kynde of wooing, with a banquet of comfettes, to make an ende withall. Done by N.B. Gentleman.	Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626?	1577 (1577)	STC 3715; ESTC S104671	43,127	80

deadly woe The hungry fedde know beste what is good cheere and poore once riche who better knoweth welthe Who knowes good cheape but he that hathe bought deere and sick● once hole can Iudge how good is helthe Beleeue me now none better knowes contente then he that hathe some tyme in trouble spente But what of him that neuer knew contente that tastes no sweete but bitter sharpe and sowre And all his dayes hathe still in trouble spente and can not hope to finde one happy houre Whom none aliue but one that comforte can God make that one to helpe him wretched man. Finis ¶ This donne my Muse studiynge of the straunge estate of luckeles louers bethoughte her selfe of a disdainfull dame whom God had blest with better beauty then by her behauiour many wayes shee seemed worthy of and chiefely for her discourteous dealinge with a gentleman her faithfull louer who euery way had deserued her fauoure and was by equality worthy of her in euery respecte who seing her vntowarde dealing wrote vpon the same in his study alone certeine verses which as they were giuen me by my Muse to write were these folowing VVHat gyfte so good but folly may abuse what state so highe but fortune sets ful low What gemme so rare but fansy maie refuse what Ioie so great but Frenzie turnes to woe What faith so firme but Fury doth mistruste what wighte so stronge but Loue layes in the duste What force so stronge but wo may make ful weake what fury great but wit may moderate What Frenzy such but werines may breake what fansy firme but welthe wil alienate What fortunes power but wisedome maye with stande what folly that but will doth take in hande What wretched wo but tyme turnes to delighte what wit so fine but treason may entrappe What wery limme but treasure maketh lighte what welthe so great but wastes by euil happe What man so wise but fancy sets to schoole by lawes of loue to learne to play the foole What gyfte so good as beauty in a mayde what more abuse then proudely vse the same What Ge●●me to loue which proudely is denaide what madnes more then is in suche a Dame My faith so firme what fury dothe mistruste with foule disdaime to sting me in the duste But oh that God shoulde so his gifts bestow where wit doth wante to gouerne them arighte And aie me wretche that euer I shoulde know their suche abuse to worke my harts despighte ▪ And wo to them that so good gifts abuse that pride shoulde cause good profers to refuse Finis ¶ This donne my Muse gan cal to minde a prety shorte solemne fansy that the same man wrote in the tyme of his loue touchinge his il hap which presentely she willed me to pen in this maner FLy fansy fonde and trouble me no more for where thou likst thou findst vnlucky lot Die deepe desire and vexe me not so sore for doe thy beste and it auaileth not Leaue lowring loue to breede me still suche grief as by no meanes can euer finde relief Fie fansy fie why didste thou fixe mine eye on suche a starre as so hathe dimde my sighte Agayne desire why didste thou clime so hye where thou canste neuer reache vnto the heighte And cruell loue why didste thou yeelde me so a slaue to her that daily workes my woe But all in vaine I crye my fansy still doth like her beste who wurste doth like of me And my desire doth thinke perforce he will assaulte the forte that scaled can not be And loue doth force me honour her in hart who laughes at mee to see me liue in smarte Finis ¶ Now gan my Muse sodeinly to leaue me and I somwhat wery with writing walked abroad to take the aire but being not gon far from my lodging I mette with a noble man my right good Lord who would no nay haue me with him to his lodging where I had not been long but he commaunded me to wryte him some Verses I craued of his Lordship a Theame to wryte vppon ▪ none would he graunt but wild me to write what I would I not knowing what of a sodayne myght best fit his fansy and yet desyrous to pen that myght like his Lordshyppe standyng a while in a studye at last at all aduentures I wrote that which I dyd assure my selfe myght no way much mislyke hym which with the helpe of my Muse who mette me there of a sodayne and vnseene or heard would whisper me in the eare with what inuention shee thought best such as by good happe my Lord liked better of then it was worthy which was as followeth MY Lord commaundes that I in hast doo write somewhat in Uerse a charge too great for me Whose barreine brayne can no such Uerse endite as worthy were my louely Lord should see And therefore thus in halfe despayre I stand to write or no or what to take in hand Yet write I must I see no remedy My Lord Commaundes and I must needes obey And therefore though I shame my selfe thereby Yet write I must I see there is no nay And therefore thus not knowing what to write this ragged rime at randon I endite In hope my Lord will well except my will at his commaunde that seekes to doo my best And not regard my too too simple skill and were it not on this my hope did rest I should be so discomforted to write that I should sure no Uerse at all endite Therefore my Lord I first must pardon craue for rudenes such as in my rime you find I know my Lord your Lordshippe cannot haue a Uerse of me that may content your minde My yeares are young experience but small my learning lesse and wisedome least of all And therefore thus I shrinke and shame to wryte but yet in hope your Lordshippes noble minde Will pardon that which fondly I endite and well accept such Uerses as you find I thus haue wrote God wot with little skill at your commaund this Aliquid Nihil Finis ¶ This toye though little woorth yet likte my Lord so wel as presentely he wild me to discourse vppon Aliquid and let● Nihil alone at whose commaund with the helpe of my Muse I wrote in this wise SOmewhat doth beare some sauour some men say and where nought is the King dooth loose his right The poore that begges from doore to doore al day is safe if he a penny get by night The little child that learnes the Christes crosse row is better learnde then he that nought dooth knowe A cruste is better then no bredde at all and water serues where is ther drinke Some wit doth well though wisedome be but small t is better swim a stroke or two then sinke Better one eye one legge and but one hand then be starke blinde and cannot sturre nor stand Yet to a Prince a pound of pennies seemes a thing of nought no summe almost at all Agayne in schooles the learned Doctor deemes a good

gramarian but a scoller small Yet doo the poore a penny somewhat finde and ABC doooth trouble a childes mynde And though the Baker count a Lofe no bredde and Uintner count good Beere no drinke at all And in comparison of a deepe hedde a right good wit haue vnderstanding small Yet poore chawe crusts and sup worse Broth then Beere and wit must serue where wisedome is not neere And though the man that sees with both his eyes dooth thinke a man with one eye sees but ill And he that hath his limmes all sound likewise may thinke the lame on ground must needes ly still Yet one eye sees one legge may helpe to stand and he may sturre that hath but o●e good hand But this I graunt a penny sure to be but little coyne to make a mery hart And so I thinke the childrens ABC but little knowledge to a learned arte And small in deede the sauour is I know that by these two is likely for to grow And crustes I thinke doo lend reliefe but hard and cold the comfort that dooth water yeeld And wisdome too from wit may not be spard two strokes in swimming saues a man but seelde One eie sees ill one legge but lamely standes he numly sturres that lackes one of his handes And thus I graunt and therefore now agayne I thinke these summes as good as nought at all I craue and haue my penny for my payne and yet God wot it lendes me comfort small I can ech letter in my Christes crosse rowe and yet in deede me thinkes I nothing knowe I chaw on crust yet ready am to starue I water drinke which makes me cold at hart My wit I see from wisedome quite dooth swarue I striue to swim but cannot learne that art Dimme is my sight I stifely sturre my handes and on my limmes my body numly standes But as I first begun I end agayne somewhat doth well although the summe be small A little plaster doth aswage much payne hee onely blest that needeth nought at all Who countes al summes on earth a summe but small to heauenly ioyes which summe God send vs all Finis ¶ This discourse ended and perused my Lord was somwhat earnest with me ere I should depart from him to write in lyke manner some discourse vppon Nihil and let Aliquid alone which though it seemed vnto me heard at the first yer minding to do my Lord any seruice I could I tooke in hand with the helpe of my Muse to write these verses following VVHat must I doo write nothing no not so of nothing I must somewhat seeke to wryte Of nothing Why What can I write I trowe nothing yeeldes nothing whereon to endite But there are choise of nothings now I see of which I knowe not which is giuen to me But let me see what these new nothings be what matter too they giue to write vppon One nothing is as I remember me a new nothing which many a day agen Children were woont to hang vpon their sleeues now let me see what this new nothing giues Ah now I find it showes a prety iest when children cry be it or Gyrle or boy To still them strayght and make them be at rest new nothing is a pleasant prety toy So new nothing I see when children cry is a fit member in the nursery No more of new nothings but now againe an old nothing there is and what is that That men doo vse and some vnto their payne doo learne to know the meaning of that what Twixt creditours it is as some men say a few fayre woordes where is no coyne to pay Besydes these nothings now a thyrd there is which some doo nothing to the purpose call That nothing to the purpose now is this when wisemen fall in talke among them all If some odde foole doo seeme to prate and clatter and all his talke tend nothing to the matter Now a fourth nothing I doo call to mynd and that is nothing in comparison The meaning of which nothing this I find an entrance nothing to that which is done A penny to a pound will seeme so smal as in manner seemeth naught at all Another nothing now is nothing thought as when a man that hath a thing to doo Dooth thinke it easie as a thing of nought and yet when that he sets himselfe thereto He findes his nothing such a some in deede as more then he can well dispatch with speede One nothing more that nothing is in deede where credit coyne nor wit nor wisedome is New nothing old nothing nothing to stand in steede nor nothing in comparisson I wis These nothings now my selfe I thinke possesse and I beleeue fewe men that can haue lesse Now nothing thought is this my fond discourse of all these nothings clapt together so Then which I thinke there can be nothing worse and may therefore for nothing iustly goe Yet who the like dooth set himselfe vnto shall finde a foolishe peece of woorke to doe And thus my Lorde I must confesse in deede I showe my nought or no capacitie To giue your Lordship such a toye to reede as dooth coutanei nothing but vanitie Yet since to write of nothing I was wild your Lordshippes hest I hope I haue fulfild If not so well as dooth in deede content I pardon craue my will did wishe the best If I had knowne what had your lordship ment To haue had done I should haue soone been prest To beate my braines according to my skill for to haue writ according to your will. But since my theame was nothing els but this a ba●e nothing for to endite vpon If I by chaunce haue wrote somewhat amisse And haue besides the rules of reason gon I stande in hope your Lordshippes noble minde will pardon all which nothing worth you finde Finis ¶ This discourse finished and deliuered vnto my Lorde after some talke had with his Lordship I tooke my leaue of him and returnde home to my lodging but by the way I chaunced to passe by three or foure gardens loking ouer a Pale into one of the sayd gardens to take the sweete ayre of diuers floures and herbes that grue neere vnto the pale Iespyed sitting on a Cammamell bancke vnder two or three trees to shade them from the parching heate of the sunne three gallant ladyes of which one so farre in beautie excelled the rest as my thought I could not content my selfe enough with the singular comforte of her sweete countenaunce but let this suffice that I stoode there gazing til the sweete soule to my extreme sorrow and hartes griefe departed the place and then wyth a heauie hart as I coulde I returnde to my lodging where long I had not been but my Muse came to me and seeing me sit in that solempne sort wyld mee write somewhat of the cause of my dumpes I not knowing what to write in that perplexitie of mynde wrote as my Muse bad me in praise of the garden for the