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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

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

hue May breedes and bringes new bloud May marcheth throughout euery lim May makes the mery mood May pricketh tender hartes their warbling notes to tune Full straunge it is yet some we see do make their May in Iune Thus thinges are straungely wrought whiles ioyfull May doth last Take May in time when May is gone the pleasaunt time is past All ye that liue on earth and haue your May at will Reioyce in May as I doe now and vse your May with skill Use May while that you may for May hath but his time UUhen all the fruite is gone it is to late the Tree to clime Your liking and your lust is fresh whiles May doth last When May is gone of all the yeare the pleasaunt time is past FINIS M. Edwardes 7. Fayre wordes make fooles fayne IN youthfull yeares when first my young desires began To pricke me forth to serue in court a slender tall young man My fathers blessing then I asked vpon my knee UUho blessing me with trembling hand these wordes gan say to me My sonne God guide thy way and shield thee from mischaunce And make thy iust desartes in Court thy poore estate to aduaunce Yet when thou art become one of the Courtly trayne Thinke on this Prouerbe old quoth he that faire wordes make fooles faine This counsell grauely giuen most straunge appeares to me Till tract of time with open eyes had made me plainly see UUhat subtill sleightes are wrought by painted tales deuise UUhen hollow hartes with frendly shewes the simple do entise To thinke all gold that shines to feede their fond desire Whose shiuering cold is warmde with smoke in steed of flaming fire Sith talke of tickle trust doth breed a hope most vaine This prouerb true by proofe I find that fayre wordes make fooles faine Fayre speech alway doth well where deedes insue faire wordes Faire speech againe alway doth euill that bushes giue for birdes Who hopes to haue fayre wordes to trie his luckie lot If I may counsell let him strike it while the Iron is hot But them that feed on cloddes in steed of pleasant grapes And after warning often giuen for better lucke still gapes Full loath I am yet must I tell them in wordes plaine This prouerb old proues true in them that faire wordes make fooles faine Wo worth the time that wordes so slowly turne to deedes Wo worth the time that fayre sweet flowres are growne to rotten weedes But thrise wo worth the time that truth away is fled UUherein I see how simple hartes with wordes are vainely fed Trust not fayre wordes therefore where no deedes do insue Trust wordes as skilfull Falkners do trust Haukes that neuer flue Trust deedes let wordes be wordes which neuer wrought me gaine Let my experience make you wise and let wordes make fooles faine FINIS M. Edwardes 8. In his extreame sickenesse WHat grieues my bones and makes my body faint UUhat prickes my flesh and teares my head in twaine UUhy do I wake when rest should me attaint UUhen others laugh why do I liue in paine I tosse I turne I chaunge from side to side And stretch me oft in sorrowes linckes betide I tosse as one betost in waues of care I turne to flie the woes of loathsome life I chaunge to spie if death this corpes might spare I stretch to heauen to rid me of this strife Thus do I stretch and chaunge and tosse and turne UUhile I in hope of heauen my life do burne Then hold thee still let be thy heauinesse Abolish care forget thy pining woe For by this meanes sone shalt thou find redresse When oft betost hence thou to heauen must goe Then tosse and tourne and tumble franke and free O happie thrise when thou in heauen shalt be FINIS L. Vaux 9. Eor Christmas day Reioyce reioyce with hart and voyce In Christes byrth this day reioyce FRom virgins wombe this day did spring The precious seed that onely saued man This day let man reioyce and sweetly sing Since on this day saluation first began This day did Christ mans soule from death remoue With glorious sainctes to dwell in heauen aboue This day to man came pledge of perfect peace This day to man came loue and vnity This day mans griefe began for to surcease This day did man receiue a remedy For ech offence and euery deadly sin With gilty hart that erst he wandred in In Christes flocke let loue be surely plaste From Christes flocke let concord hate expell Of Christes flocke let loue be so embraste As we in Christ and Christ in vs may dwell Christ is the authour of vnity From whence proceedeth all felicitie O sing vnto this glittering glorious king O praise his name let euery liuing thing Let hart and voyce like Belles of siluer ring The comfort that this day did bring Let Lute let Shalme with sound of sweet delight The ioy of Christes birth this day resight FINIS F. Kindlemarshe 10. For Easter day AL mortall mēn this day reioyce in Christ that you redemed hath By death with death sing we with voyce to him that hath appeasde Gods wrath Due vnto man for sinfull path wherein before he went astray Giue thankes to him with perfect faith that for mankinde hath made this glorious day This day he rose from tombe againe wherein his precious corse was layd Whom cruelly the Iewes had slaine with bloudy woundes full ill arayd O man be now no more dismaid if thou hencefoorth from sinne do stay Of death thou needest not to be afrayde Christ conquered death for this his glorious day His death preuayled had no whit as Paule the Apostle well doth write Except he had vprised it from death to life by godlike might With most triumphant glittering light This daie his glory shined I say and made vs bright as sunne this glorious day O man arise with Christ therefore since he from sin hath made thee free Beware thou fall in sinne no more but rise as Christ did rise for thee So mayest thou him in glory see when he at day of doome shall say Come thou my child and dwell with me God graunt vs all to see that glorious day FINIS Iasper Heiwood 11. For Whitsonday COme holy Ghost eternall God and ease the wofull griefe That through the heapes of heauy sinne can no where find reliefe Doe thou O God redresse The great distresse Of sinfull heauinesse Come comfort the afflicted thoughtes of my consumed hart O rid the pearcing pinching paines of my tormenting smart O holy Ghost graunt me That I by thee From sinne may purged be Thou art my God to thee alone I will commend my cause Nor glittering gold nor precious stone shall make me leaue thy lawes O teach me then the way Whereby I may Make thee my onely stay My lippes my tongue my hart and all shall spread thy mighty name My voyce shall neuer cease to sound the praises of the same Yea euery liuing thing Shall sweetly sing To

he layd a naked wench a Venus darling sure With sugred speach and louely toyes that might his mynde allure such wanton louers as these he thought might easly him entise Which thinges he knew with lustie youth had alwayes bene in prise such wayes I thinke the Gods them selues could haue inuented none For flattering Venus ouercomes the sences euerychone And he himselfe was euen at point to Venus to consent Had his stout and manly minde resisted his entent When he perceiued his flesh to yeld to pleasure not wanton toyes And was by slight almost prouoked to cast of Venus ioyes More cruell to himselfe then those that glad would him vndoo With bloudy tooth his tender tongue bit quite and cleane in twoo Thus was the payne so passing great of this his bloudy bit That all the fire and carnall lust was quenched euery whit Do ill and all thy pleasures then full soone will passe away But yet the shame of those thy deedes will more decay Do well and though thy paynes be great yet soone ech one will cease But yet the prayse of those thy deedes will euermore encrease FINIS M. Edwardes 56. Iustice Zaleuch and his sonne LEt rulers make most perfect lawes to rule both great and small If they themselues obey them not it booteth not at all As lawes be nought but rulers dome containyng equall might So rulers should be speaking Ladies to rule by line of right Zaleuch the Prince of Locrine once appointed by decree Ech lecherer should be punished with losse of either eye His sonne by chaunce offended first which when his father saw Lord God how earnest then was he to execute the law Then ranne the people all by flockes to him with weeping eyes Not one among the rout there was but pardon pardon cries By whose outcries and earnest sute his sonne in hope did stand That he thereby should then obtaine some pardon at his hand But all in vayne for he is found to be the man he was And maketh hast so much the more to haue the law to passe The people yet renued their sute in hope of some relief Whose faces all besprent with teares did testifie their grief And cried all for pities sake yeld now to our request If all you will not cleane remit yet ease the payn at least Then somewhat was the father moued with all the peoples voyce And euery man did giue a shoute to shew they did reioyce well then quoth he it shall be thus the law shall be fulfilde And yet my sonne shall fauour haue according as you wilde One eye of his shall be pulde out thus hath his leudnesse got And likewise so shall one of myne though I deserue it not This word no sooner was pronounced but straite the deede was done two eyes no more were left betwene the father and the sonne Say now who can and on my fayth Appollo he shall be UUas he more gentle father loe or iuster iudge trow ye this man would not his lawes belike the webbes the spiders weue UUherein they lurke when they intend the simple to deceiue UUherewith small flies full soone be caught and tangled ere they wist UUhen great ones flie and scape away and breake them as they list FINIS M. Edwardes 57. Temperaunce Spurina and the Romaine Ladies IF nature beare thee so great loue that she in thee haue beautie plast Full hard it is as we do proue to keepe the body cleane and chast Twixt comelinesse and chastitie A deadly strife is thought to bee For beautie which some men suppose to be as tware a golden ill Prouoketh strife and many foes that seeke on her to worke her will Assaultes to townes if many make No towne so strong but may be take And this Spurina witnesse can who did for beautie beare the bell So cleane a wight so comely made no dame in Rome but loued well Not one could coole her hot desire So burning was the flame of fire Like as when baite cast in the floud forthwith doth cause the fishes come That pleasauntly before did play now presently to death to runne For when they see the baite to fall Straight way they swallow hooke and all So when Spurina they did see to him they flocked out of hand So happiest dame was thought to be that in his fauour most did stand Not knowing vnder sweete deceits How Venus hides her poysoned baites But when he saw them thus to range whom loue had linked in his chaine This meanes he sought for to asswage these Ladies of their greeuous payne His shape entending to disgrace UUith many woundes be scorcht his face By which his deede it came to passe that he that seemed an angell bright Euen now so cleane disfigured was that he became a lothsome wight And rather had he be foule and chast Then fayre and filthy ioyes to tast What pen can write or tong expresse that worthy prayses of this deede Me thinke that God can do no lesse then graunt him in heauen for his meede UUho for to saue himselfe vpright Himselfe hath first destroyed quite FINIS M. Edwardes 58. A braunche of hearbes and flowers IF that eche flower the Gods haue framed or shapt by sacred skill UUhere as I would no wrong to wish and mine to weare at will Or els ech tree with lustie top would lend me leaue to loue UUith sprigs displaied to spred my sute a wayling hart to proue Upon my helme some should you see my head aduaunced hye Some slip for solace there to set and weare the same would I Yet would I not for great delight the Daises straunge desire The Lillie would not like my lust nor Rose would I require The Marigolde might growe for me Rosemarie well might rest The Fenell to that is more fit for some vnfriendly gest Nor Cowslops would I craue at all sometime they seeme too coye Some ioly youth the Gelliflower esteemeth for his ioye The Lauender sometimes aloft allures the lookers eyes The Paunsie shall not haue the prayse where I may giue the prise And thus no flower my fansie feedes or liketh so my lust As that I may subiect my selfe to toyes of tickle trust For flowers though they be faire and fresh of sent excelling sweete Yet grow they on the ground below we tread them with our feete And shall I then goe stoupe to such or els goe seeke to chose Shall flowers enforce me once to faune for feare of friendes or foes Yet rather yeeld I to the right as reason hath assignd Mine author sayd there was no salue in flowers for me to finde And yet perhaps some Tree there is to shrowd me from the shower That with her armes may salue the soule that yeeldeth to her power UUhere I may finde some pleasaunt shade to salue me from the sunne Eche thing we see that reason hath vnto the Trees do runne Both men and beastes such foules as flies the treasures are the Trees And for my part when braunches fall I