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A21166	The paradise of daintie deuises containyng sundrie pithie preceptes, learned counsailes and excellent inuentions : right pleasant and profitable for all ages / deuised and written for the most parte by M. Edwardes, sometime of her Maiesties chappell, the rest by sundrie learned gentlemen both of honor and worship, whose names hereafter followe.	Edwards, Richard, 1523?-1566.; Bernard, of Cluny, 12th cent. De contemptu mundi. English & Latin. Selections.; Vaux, Thomas Vaux, Baron, 1510-1556.; Hunnis, William, d. 1597.; Heywood, Jasper, 1535-1598.; E. O.; Kinwelmersh, Francis, d. 1580?; Sande, D.; Yloop, M.	1585 (1585)	STC 7520; ESTC S105441	59,068	98

and worthy skill doth fade at length and fall away There is nothing but time doth wast The Heauens the Earth consume at last But vertue sits triumphing still vpon the trone of glorious fame Though spitfull death mans body kill yet hurtes he not his vertuous name By life or death what so betides The state of vertue neuer slides FINIS M. T. 22. Nothing is comparable vnto a faithfull frend SIth this our time of frendship is so scant Sith frendship now in euery place doth want Sith euery man of frendship is so hollow As no man rightly knowes which way to follow Cease not my Muse sease not in these our dayes To ring loude peales of sacred frendships prayse If men be now their owne peculiar frendes And to their neighbours frendship none pretendes If men of frendship shew them selues so bare And of their brethren take no frendly care Forbeare not then my Muse nor feare not then To ring disprayse of these vnfrendly men Did man in frendship know the mightie power How great effectes it worketh euery hower What store of hidden frendship it retaynes How still it powreth forth aboundant gaynes Man would with thee my Muse in these our dayes Ring out loude peales of sacred frendships prayse Frendship releeueth mans necessitie Frendship comforteth mans aduersitie Frendship augmenteth mans prosperitie Frendship preferres man to felicitie Then ring my Muse ring out in these our dayes Ring out loude peales of sacred frendships prayse Of frendship groweth loue and charitie By frendship men are linked in amitie From frendship springeth all commoditie The fruite of frendship is fidelitie Oh ring my Muse ring out in these our dayes Peale vpon peale of sacred frendships prayse That man with man true frendship may embrace That man to man may shew a freendly face That euery man may sow such freendly seedes As freendship may be found in freendly deedes And ioyne with thee my muse in these our dayes To ring loud peales of sacred freendships prayse FINIS F. Kindlemarsh Golden precepts PErhaps you think me bolde that dare presume to teache As one y t runns beyond his race rowes beyond his reach Sometime the blinde doe go where perfect sights doe fall The simple may sometimes instruct the wisest heads of al. If needefull notes I giue that vnto vertue tend Me thinkes you should of right vouchsafe your listning eares to lend A Whetstone cannot cut yet sharpes it well we see And I though blunt may whet your skils if you attentife bee First these among the rest I wish you warely heede That God be seru'd your prince obayed freends releeu'd at neede Then looke to honest thrift both what and how to haue At night examine so the day that bed be thought a graue Seeke not for others goods be iust in worde and deede For got with shiftes are spent with shame beleeue this as thy creede Boste not of Natures giftes nor yet of parents name For Uertue is the onely meane to winne a worthy fame Ere thou doest promise make consider well the ende But promise past be sure thou keepe both with thy foe and freende Threat not reuenge to much it shewes a crauens kinde But to preuaile and then forgiue declares a noble minde Forget no freendships debt wish to requite at least For God and man yea all the world condems the vngratefull beast Beare not a frendly face with hart of Iudas kisse It shewes a base and vile conceipt and not where valure is Flye from a faunyng flurt and from a coggyng mate Their loues breedes losse their prayse reproch their frēdship breeds but hate Seeke not to loose by wiles that law and duetie bindes They be but helpes of Banckrupts heads and not of honest myndes The motions of the flesh and Collers heate restraine For heapes of harmes do dayly hap where lust or rage doth raigne In diet deede and wordes a modest meane is best Inough sufficeth for a feast but riot findes no rest And so to make an end let this be borne away That vertue alwayes be thy guide so shalt thou neuer stray FINIS ¶ In prayse of the Snayle THe deepe turmoyled wight that liues deuoyde of ease Whose wayward wittes are often found more wauering then the seas Seekes sweete repose abroad and takes delight to rome Where reason leaues the Snayle for rule to keepe a quiet home Leape not before thou looke lest harme thy hope assayle Hast hauocke makes in hurtfull wise wherfore be slow as Sayle Refrayne from rash attempt let take heede be thy skill Let wisedome bridle brainsicke wit and leasure worke thy will Dame reason biddes I say in thynges of doubt be slacke Lest rashnesse purchase vs the wrong that wisedome wills vs lacke By rashnesse diuers haue bene deadly ouercome By kindly creepyng on like Snayle duke Fabe his fame hath wonne Though some as swift as haukes can stoope to euery stale Yet I refuse such sodayne flight and will seeme slow as Snayle Wherefore my prety Snaile be still and lappe thee warme Saue enuies frets mauger their fumes ther● few shall do thee harme Because in some respect thou holdes me to be wise I place thee for a Presedent and signe before mine eyes Was neuer any yet that harme in thee could find Or dare auow that euer Snaile wrought hurt to humaine kinde I know dame Phisicke doth thy friendly helpe implore And crau's the salue from thee ensues to cure the crased sore Sith Phisicke then alowes the vertues in degree In spight of spight I weare thee still that well contenteth me FINIS 21. Remember thy end TO be as wise as Cato was or rich as Cresus in his life To haue the strength of Hercules which did subdue by force or strife What helpeth it when death doth call The happy end exceedeth all The rich may well the poore relieue that rulers may redresse ech wrong The learned may good counsell giue but marke the end of this my song Who doth these thinges happy they call Their happy end exceedeth all The happiest end in these our dayes that all do seeke both small and great Is either for fame or els for praise or who may sit in highest seat But of these thinges hap what hap shall The happy end exceedeth all A good beginning oft we see but seldome standing at one stay For few do like the meane degree then prayse at parting some men say The thinges whereto ech wight is thrall The happy end exceedeth all The meane estate that happy life which liueth vnder gouernance Who seekes no hate nor breedes no strife but takes in worth his happy chance If contentation him befall His happie ende exceedeth all The longer life that we desire the more offence doth dayly grow The greater paine it doth require except the iudge some mercy shew Wherefore I thinke and euer shall The happie end exceedeth all FINIS D. S. 24. He perswadeth his friend from the fond affectes of loue VUhy art thou bound and mayest

wofull eyes do take their chief delight To feede their fill vpon the pleasaunt maze My hidden harmes that grow in me by sight With pinyng paynes do driue me from the gaze And to my hope I reape no other hire But burne my selfe and I do blow the fire FINIS I. Haiwood Looke or you leape IF thou in suretie safe wilt sit If thou delight at rest to dwell Spende no more wordes then shall seeme fit Let tongue in silence talke expell In all thinges that thou seest men bent See all say nought hold thee content In worldly workes degrees are three Makers doers and lookers on The lookers on haue libertie Both the others to iudge vpon Wherfore in all as men are bent See all say nought hold thee content The makers oft are in fault found The deers doubt of prayse or shame The lookers on finde surest ground They haue the fruite yet free from blame This doth perswade in all here ment See all say nought hold thee content The Prouerbe is not South and west which hath bene sayd long time agoe Of little medling commeth great rest The busie man neuer wanteth woe The best way is in all worldes sent See all say nought hold thee content FINIS I. Haiwood A description of the world WHat is this world a net to snare the soule A masse of sinne a desart of deceipt A momentes ioy an age of wretched dole A lure from grace for flesh a lothsome baite Unto the minde a canker worme of care Unsure vniust in rendring man his share A place where pride orerunnes the honest minde where riche men ioynes to robbe the shiftlesse wretch where bribing mistes do blind the Iudges eyen where Parasites the fattest croms do catch where good vesartes which chalenge like reward Are ouer blowen with blastes of light regard And what is man dust slime a puffe of winde Conceiude in sinne plast in the world with grief Brought vp with care till care hath caught his minde And then till death vouchsafe him some relief Day yea nor night his care doth take an end To gather goodes for other men to spend Oh foolish man that art in office plaist Thinke whence thou camste and whether thou shalt goe The haut high ekes small windes haue ouercast when slender weedes in roughest weather grow Euen so pale death oft spares the wretched wight And woundeth you who wallow in delight You lustie youthes that nourish high desire Abase your plumes which makes you looke so bigge The Colliers Cut the Courtiers Steede will tire Euen so the Clarke the Parsons graue doth digge whose happe so is yet here long life to winne Doth heape God wott but sorrow vpon sinne And to be short all sortes of men take heede The thunderboltes the loftie towers teare The lightning flash consumes the house of reede Yea more in time all earthly thinges will weare Saue onely man who as his earthly time is Shall liue in woe or els in endlesse blisse FINIS G. Gask A wittie and pleasaunt consaite WHat fonde delight what fancies straunge what deepe despight what sodaine chaunge what stilling strife what deepe debates Doe runne so rife in doltishe pates Who vewes and sees and takes no heede who seekes degrees and can not speede In steade of ioyes shall reape such woes As breed annoyes twixt frendes and foes who wiuing wantes and liues alone when thriuing scantes is ouerthrowne who seekes to thriue and finde no way May chaunce to striue and marre the play who spendes his wealth and winnes the wine Doth hurt himselfe and helpe the swine who hauntes the house where Ale is sold May gayne a croust and lose his gold Who spinnes by spight and reeles to woe Who takes delight in roling so Doth dubbe himselfe a drousie hedde And bringes drousie foole to bedde Who rides a loft and cannot rule Who sitts not soft and keepes his stoole Doth both content themselues with wrong But wisemen will not vse it long FINIS I.H. ¶ The complaynt of a Sinner And song by the Earle of Essex vpon his death bedde in Ireland O Heauenly God O Father deare cast downe thy tender eye Upon a wretche that prostrate here before thy face doth lye O poure thy precious oyle of grace into my wounded hart O let the droppes of mercy swage the rigour of my smart My fainting soule suppressed sore with carefull clogge of sinne In humble sort submittes it selfe thy mercy for to winne Graunt mercy then O Sauiour sweete to me most wofull thrall UUhose mournefull crie to thee O Lord doth still for mercy call Thy blessed will I haue despised vpon a stubburne minde And to the sway of worldly thinges my selfe I haue inclinde Forgetting heauen heauenly powers where God and Sainctes do dwell My life had like to tread the pathe that leades the way to hell But now my Lord my Lodestarre bright I will no more do so To thinke vpon my former life my hart doth melt for wo Alas I sigh alas I sobbe alas I doe repent That euer my licencious will so wickedly was bent Sith thus therfore with carefull plaint I do thy mercy craue O Lord for thy great mercies sake let me thy mercie haue Restore to life the wretched soule that els is like to dye So shall my voyce vnto thy name sing prayse eternally Now blessed be the Father first and blessed be the Sonne And blessed be the holy Ghost by whom all thinges are done Blesse me O blessed Trinitie with thy eternall grace That after death my soule may haue in heauen a dwelling place FINIS F. Kindlemarshe The fruite that springes from willfull wittes is ruth and ruine rage And sure what headlesse youth committes repentaunce rues in age I Rage in restlesse youth and ruines rule my dayes I rue too late my restlesse youth by rules of reasons wayes I ranne so long a race in searche of surest way That leysure learnd me trade the trace that lead to leude decay I gaue so large a rayne to vnrestrained bitte That now with proofe of after payne I waile my want of witte I trifled forth the time with trust to selfe conceiptes UUhilst plenties vse prickt forth my time to seeke for sugred baites wherein once learnde to finde I founde so sweete a tast That due foresight of after speede selfewill esteemed wast which will through wilfulnesse hath wrought my witlesse fall And heedelesse youthes vnskilfulnesse hath lapt my life in thrall whereby by proofe I know that pleasure breedeth paine And he that euill seede doth sow euill fruite must reape againe Let such therfore whose youth and purses are in prime Foresee and shunne the helpelesse ruth which sues mispent of time For want is next to wast and shame doth sinne ensue Euill speeding proofe hath heedelesse hast my selfe haue proued it true UUhen neighbours next house burnes tis time therof take heede For fortunes wheele hath choise of turnes which chaūge of chaunces breede My sayle hath bene aloft though now I