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A03756
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Newe sonets, and pretie pamphlets. Written by Thomas Howell gentelman
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Howell, Thomas, fl. 1568-1581.
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1570
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STC 13876; ESTC S118216
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Woulde rue my haplesse hap O hart with care opprest So plungde in penurie The sobbing sightes of great vnrest Will cause me wretch to die Into vntimely graue Mishap shall me conuaie The darte of death I néede not craue I sée no prompter way Thus I haue plight the paine Of toyling hand and minde To helpe the grace that can rewarde Yet shew it selfe vnkinde I. K. Finis After his good fortune falne into mishap AH wretches set in wretched vale Where nought is sure but death so pale All worldly goods and ioyes so gay As withred flowres they vade away When Fortune thée doth hiest extoule Yet somwhat still doth vexe thy soule Then vertue craue vayne ioyes despice For wisdom still shall beare the price I. K. Finis A Dialogue touching the matrimoniall degree SIthe wée are now in pleasaunt place Where eache may speake his minde at will And quietly debate the case Accordingly by simple skill I meane to reason this with thee Who will be bounde and may go free What bandes you meane first let me know And then I will some answer make In diuers sence your wordes do grow And diuersly they may be take Though commonly they be aplide To those that are in wedlocke tide My meaning is as ye do gesse Now let me heare what you can say If I shall right my minde expresse And speake the truth without delay I thinke him voyde of witte to bée That wil be bounde and may go free In wedlocke state is no such bande No freedom lost by taking wife If that the truth bâ—e rightly scande She causeth longe and happie life A verteous wife enlarge thy daies Of husbands age deuine bookes saies Who hastes to wyue in hope of that Maye grope for Eles and catch a Snake And proue as wise as Pusse our Catte That sekinge fishe fell in the lake Let them that list therfore for me I will not binde and maie goe free Well then I sée who will contend If thou so wilfully be bente I doe fall out to little ende Take hede therfore leste thou repente The life thou now calst libertie Here after through extremitie The Batcheler most ioyefully In pleasant plight doth passe his daies Good feloship and companie He doth maynteine and keepe alwaies With Damsels braue he may well go The maride man can not do so Though daintie Dames thée now delight And bewties beames thine eies do blinde When time shall come of perfit sight The weddid life thou suerst shalt finde For God himselfe to auoyde sinne The weddid state did first beginne Finis Tyme geueth triall ¶ Though yet to thee it skante appeare The ende shall showe what truth I beare Finis The Bridle of youth THe wilde and wanton Coulte that romes in pasture still And takes his foode with careles lippes without restraint of will Is all vnmeete to serue vpon till first by perfit guide With Bit and Bridle stronge he be from wanton will fast tide Wherefore eche worthy wight a rider â—it doth finde To checke and breake such carlesse Coultes as shall to them be sinde So likewyse beardlesse boyes that reasons rule doth shonne In steede of Rider they by Rod from vice to grace are wonne And both vnséemly were for princely peares to vse A lacke therefore in such I déeme as woulde them thus abuse Finis A farevvell to his vvorshipfull friende T. D. DO bloysterous blastes that blow compell to hoyse thy sayle To driue the ship to calmer Port vnto thy more aduaile O cease ye froward fluds returne O ship to stay For thou in Barke so well befraught hast al our ioyes away But since the witlesse windes haue causde good ship to flee The selfe same blast shall shortly force a sorte to sayle with thée And since thou wilt away what haplesse hap befell That doth procéede of inwarde woe I can but say farewell Farewell O Justice iust that didst vprightly stande And eke to rayse the fallinge poore that hadst prepared hande Farewel thou friendly hart that wouldst do dwell alwayes With towarde minde plighted paines that sought thy founders praise Farewell of minde so milde vpspronge of right degrée Soms inwarde thoughts vrge outward woes that finde y want of thée Farewell thou worthy wight in guile that canst not faine That will do well as thou hast don not one there coms againe Farewell if néedes it must so doth our losse befall Of honest wights though hence ye go yet haue the hartes of all Farewell a friend to eche farewell a foe to none Lo here in griefe my last farewell farewell O friende alone Et puis clemens carus es omnibus vnus â–ª Nature prudens conditione probus Viue Diu venerande faue reuerende valeto Heâ— mihi quod possum dicere trâ—ste vale Finis I. Keeper to his frend H. HOwell haunte hope bartely Hir happy hap haue humbly Hast hardie hart holde honestie Hir hartie hart I hight to thee ¶ Finis The life of man likened to a Stage playe where on wee ought warelie to Walke SIth earth is stage wheron we play ourparts And deeds are deemd accordyng to desarts Be warie how you walke vpon the same In playing your parte win prayse and banishe blame Remember how your tale once tolde straight way An other steps on stage his parte to play Lo whom of force you must geue vp your place As he that hath all redie runne his race Your porte your powre your wealth and wearing weds You then must yeelde to such as shall succede As thinges but lent to play your part withall Whose heyre shal be euen as desarte doth fall Not he that plaieth the stateliest parte most prayse Nor be that weareth ritchest robes alwayes But he I say that beares him selfe most best Whether his parte be with the great or least Take heede therfore and play your part so well That afterwardes you may in saftie dwell Grope not to greedely for worldly gayne The ende wherof is transitory and vayne But be suffisde with that sufficient is And seeke the thinges that bryng eternall blisse So shall you heare not only win great prayse But after eke enioy most happie dayes ¶ Finis Regard thy end ¶ Unpleasant is the plight of that most wofull wight That seeith with perfit sight his life from him take flight And wanteth power and might to slea and flee such spight ¶ Finis The lamentable historie of Sephalus with the vnfortunat end of Procris To the tune of Appelles WHo lust to vewe the heauy happes Of faythfull louers longe a go And eke suruaye their after clappes Muste needes me thinkes lament for woe If that my hart were framd of flynte From teares yet hardly might it stinte ¶ I reade some time of Sephalus A lusty youth of noble blood Of face and fauor amorus In Natures fauour far he stoode If neare woulde make a man agaste To marke hys lymbs and members plast ¶ So streight so square so trym was he So fayre of