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A16731	Brittons bovvre of delights Contayning many, most delectable and fine deuices, of rare epitaphes, pleasant poems, pastorals and sonets by N.B. Gent.	Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626?; Jones, Richard, fl. 1564-1602.	1591 (1591)	STC 3633; ESTC S104695	30,322	60

care Whose carefull loue considered wel his country could not spare Oh Christ what ruthfull cries about the world do ring And to behold the heauie sighes it is a hellish thing The campe the dolefull campe comes home with all a Mort To see the captaine of their care come home in such a sort The Court the solemne Court is in a sudden trance And what is he but is amazde to heare of this mischance The C●…tie shakes the head as it had lost a piller And kind affect is in such care a little more would kill her Sweet Oxford sits and weepes and Cambridge ●…ries outright To loose the honour of their loue and loue of their 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 The Cleargie singing Psalmes with teares be blot their book●… And all the schollers follow on with sad and heauy lookes The Muses and the Nymphes attired all in blacke With tearing heares wringing hands as if their harts would cracke The father wife and friends and seruants in degrees With blubbred eies bewaile the life that faithfull loue did le●…se My selfe that leu'de him more then he that knew him much Will leaue the honour of his worth for better wits to tutch And said but what I thinke and that a number know He was a Phoenix of a man I feare there are no mo To let him downe in praise with men of passed fame Let this suffice who more deserude I neuer read his name For this he was in right in briefe to shew his pra●…se For Vertue Learning Valor W●…t the honor of our dayes And so with honor ende let all the world go seeke So yong a man so rare a man the world hath not the like Whose onely cor●…s consumes whose Vertue neuer dies Whose sweetest soule enioyes the sweet of highest Paradice The summe of the former in foure lines GRace Uertue Ualor Wit Experience Learning Loue Art Reason Time Conceite Deuise Discretion Truth All these in one and but one onely prooue Sorrow in age to see the end of youth In the praise of his Mistresse POets lay downe your pen●…es let ●…ancie leaue to ●…aine Bid all the Muses go to bed or get a be●…ter vaine Their Musicks are to base to sound that sweet consaite That on the wonder of the world with wonder may awaite But if as yet unknowne there be some daintie Muse That can do more then all the rest and 〈◊〉 her ●…nning vse Let her come whet her wits to see what she can do To that the best that e●…er ●…rote came neuer neere vnto For Venus was a toy an●…y s●…inned 〈◊〉 And Cressed but a Chawcers ●…east and H●…len but a bable My tale shall be of truth that neuer Treason taught My Mistresse is the onely sweete that euer Nature wrought Whose eyes are like those starres that keepe the hiest 〈◊〉 Whose beautie like the burning Sunne that blinds the clearest ●…ies Whose haires are like those beames that hang about the Sunne When in the morning forth he steps before his course be runne And let me touch those lips by loue by leaue or lucke When sweet affect by sweet aspect may yet some fauour sucke They are those little foldes of Natures finest wit That she sat smoothing while she wrought wilbe smacking yet And for that purest red with that most perfect white That makes those cheekes the sweetest chains of louers high delite What may be said but this Behold the onely feature That all the world that sees the face may wōder at the creature I will not stand to muse as manie writers do To seeke out Natures finest stuffe to like her lims vnto For if thou wert on earth that could in part compare With euerie part of euerie part wherein her prayses are Either for Natures gifts or Vertues sweetest grace I would confesse a blinded heart were in vnhappie case But where both Nature Sense and Reason doth approue She is the onely Saint on earth whom God and man doth loue Let this in summe suffice for my poore Muse and mee She is the Goddesse of the earth and there is none but shee Of Truth and Loue. TRuth shewes her selfe in secret of her trust Wisedome her grace in honour of her Loue Uertue her life where loue is not vniust Loue in his sweete that dooth ●…o sorrow proue Truth hath in hate to heare a fained tale Wisedome dooth frowne where Follie is in place Honour is gone where Bewtie is too small And Uertue dyes where Loue is in disgrace I leaue your truth to your desired trust Your wisedome to the wonder of the wise Your highest ioy to iudgement of the iust Where Uertue liues and Honour neuer dies And he vouchsafe you that all truth preserueth What Truth of Loue and Loue of Truth deserueth Rare newes NEwes from the heauens all warres are at an end Twixt higher powers a happie peace concluded Fortune and Faith are sworne each others friend And Loues desire shall neuer be deluded Time hath set downe the compasse of his course Nature her worke and Excellence her art Care his content and Crueltie his curse Labour his desire and Honour his desart Wordes shall be deedes and men shall be diuine Women all Saints or Angels in degrees Cloudes shall away the Sunne shall euer shine Heauens shall haue power to hinder none of these These are the Articles of the conclusion Which when they fa●… then looke for a confusion Of a wearie life VVHo can delight in such a wofull sound Or loues to heare a Laie of dire lament What note is sweete when griefe is all the ●…ound Discords can yeeld but onely discontent The wrest is wrung that straines each string too farre And strifes the stops that giue each stroke a iar●… Harsh is alas the harmonie God knowes When out of tune is almost euerie string That sound vnsweete that all of sorrow growes And sad the Muse that so is forst to sing But some doe sing but that for shame woulde crie So doth my Muse and so I sweare doe I. Good Nature weepes to see her selfe abusde Ill Fortune shewes her furie in her face Poore Reason pines to see himselfe refusde And Dutie dies to see his sore disgrace Hope hangs his head to see Dispaire so neere And what but Death can end this heauie cheere But hold each teare no token of a toy But torment such as teare my heart asunder Each sobbing ●…gh a signe of such annoy As how I liue beleeue me t'is a wonder Each grone a gripe that makes me gaspe for breath And euery straine a bitter pangue of death Loe thus I liue but looking still to die And still I looke but still I see in vaine And still in vaine alas I lie and crie And still I crie but haue no ease of paine So still in paine I liue looke lie and crie When Hope will helpe or Death will let me die Of his vnhappie sta●…e of life IF euer man did liue in Fortunes scorne Whose ioyes do faile that feele distresse in minde

Hold hart helpe heauens how can I longer liue But in the heauens there is no helpe for me Not all the world can any comfort giue When death doth of my dearest friend depriue me What can remaine in comfort to reuiue me Yet for the world shall witnesse what thou art Which in the world did leaue no like behinde I will set downe though short of thy desart The happie honour of thy heauenly minde And on thy tombe I wil with teares engraue The death of life that for thy lacke I haue Looke on the hils how all the Shepheards sit Heauie to thinke vpon their honest friend How Phillis sits as one besides her wit To see the sorrow of her Shepheards end Harke how the lambs go blaying vp downe To see their Shepheards caried to the towne Looke how the flock begin to leaue their feeding While cruell beasts breake i●… among the sheepe See how the heart of loue ●…ooth lie a bleeding That Mars was slai●…e while Venus was a sleepe See how the earth is bare in euerie place To see that death hath done the worlde disgrace And Corridon poore sillie wretched swaine Dooth make such mo●…e as if he should go mad All in dispaire to see good dayes againe To loose the ioy that on the earth he had Who since the time he heard but of the wound Liu'de like a ghost that goes vpon the ground And so forlorne abandonde all content Keepes in the Caues where comfort is vnknowne Borne but to liue and onely to lament The dolefull life that by his death hath growne Who in his life would let him know no care But by his death all griefes that euer are Pan in a rage hath broken all his pipes Pallas alas sits poaring on a booke Her weeping eyes see howe Diana wipes And poore Apollo casts a piteous looke The Nymphes come in with such a wofull crying As if that Loue or Venus lay a dying The Nightingale is stopped in her throte And shriking Owles do make a fearefull noise The dolefull Rauens sing a deadly note And little Wrennes the end of Eagles ioyes The Phoenix droopes and Falcons beate their wings To heare how Swans of death and sorrow sings The trees are blasted and the leaues do wither The daintie greene is turnde to duskie gray The gallant Uines are shrunke and gone togither And all the flowers doo fade and fall away The springs are dried and all the fish scale beaten And all good fruite the earth it selfe hath eaten Oh what a wo it is to see the woes Where nought but wo is left to looke vpon A griefe too great for Reason to disclose And in effect a death to studie on Where man and beasts birds fishes flowers and trees Do halfe the hope of all their comfort leese When on the earth was euer such a sight Hardly the world can such a sorrow haue Neuer did death more seaze vpon delight Then when this knight was caried to his graue Which when I sawe so neere my heart I set As while I liue I neuer can forget First comes the brother all in mourning blacke Mourning in deede in bodie and in minde Foulding his armes as if his heart would cracke Feeling the death that Loue and Nature finde Looking upon the last of his delight Oh heauenly God it was a pitious sight The Scholers come with Lachrimis Amoris As though their hearts were hopelesse of reliefe The Souldiers come with Tonitr●… Clamoris To make the heauens acquainted with their griefe The noble Peeres in Ciuitatis portis In hearts engrauen come in with Dolor mortis The straungers come with Oh che male sorte The seruants come with Morte dila vita The secret friends with Morte pui che morte And all with these Felic●…ta finita Nowe for my selfe Oh dolor infernale Da videre morte non da viuere tale Now if the griefe of all the world be great How great is his that is the griefe of all Who doth in thoughts more deadly pangs repeate Then euer did to all the world befall Whose paines and passions onely do approue The onely true Anotamie of loue But since I see there is no remedie What God will haue must neuer be withstoode And Male-content is but a maladie That may consume but can doe little good I will to God referre my whole reliefe In heauenly care of my vnhappie griefe And on my knees beseech his holy will To cast on me those sweete and louing eyes That heale the heart of euery hatefull griefe And giue the life where comfort neuer dyes And where my heart is gone my hope may thether That faith and loue may liue in heauen together But till my soule may see that heauenly sweete Where Vertue dooth her dearest loue embrace Where Comfort Care and Kinde affect m●…y meete And haue the ioy to see each others face Upon thy Tombe I will these wordes set downe That all the warld may read of thy renowme FINIS Poems and Sonets A pleasant Poem A Angels haue not their honour for their 〈◊〉 N No bewtie like the vertue of the minde N No life to loue that cannot proue vntrue E Esteeme the comfort of the highest kinde P Pure is the minde that cannot meane amisse A And sweete the life that is maintainde by loue R Rare is the heart where such affection is K Kinde the conceipt that dooth such honour proue E Excellens rare that wit and reason winneth R Read but each letter as the line beginneth A. P. Finis Another T Time made a stay when highest powers wrought R Regard of loue where vertue had her grace E Excellence rare of euerie beautie sought N Notes of the heart where honour had her place T Tried by the touch of most approued truth A A worthie Saint to serue a heauenly Queene M More faire then she that was the fame of youth E Except but one the like was neuer seene Trentame Finis Another G Good is the best the most can say no more A And yet is good and better and the best R Reason requires the best be set before R Regard of loue findes reason in the rest E Except the best in euerie good excepted T Though better serue the good may be accepted Garet Finis A sweete Pastorall GOod Muse rocke me asseepe with some sweet harmonie This weary eie is not to keepe thy warie companie Sweet Loue be gone a while thou knowst my heauines Bewtie is borne but to beguile my heart of happines See how my litle slocke that lou'd to feed on hie Do head-long ●…umble downe the rocke in the vally die The bushes and the trees that weare so fresh and greene Do all their daintie colours leese and not a leafe is seene The Black-bird the Thrush that made the woods to ring With all the rest are now at hush not a note they sing Sweet Philomele the bird that hath the heauenly throte Doth now alas not once afoord recording of a note