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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

to time doe quite consume and vade from time to clay But my true heart and seruice vowde shall last time out of minde And still remayne as thine by dome as Cupid hath assignde My faith loe here I vow to thee my troth thou knowest right well My goodes my freendes my life is thine what neede I more to tell I am not mine but thine I vowe thy hestes I will obay And serue thee as a seruaunt ought in pleasing if I may And sith I haue no flying winges to see thee as I wishe Ne sinnes to cut the siluer streames as doth the gliding fish Wherefore leaue now forgetfulnesse and send againe to me And straine thy Azured vaynes to write then I may greeting see And thus fare well more deare to me then chiefest friend I haue UUhose loue in hart I minde to shrine till death his see doe craue FINIS M. Edwardes ¶ He complayneth his mishap SHall rigour raigne where ruth hath run shall fansie now forsake Shall fortune lose that fauour wonne shall not your anger slake Shall hatefull heart be had in you that friendly did pretend Shall slipper thought and faith vntrue that heart of yours defend Shall Nature shew your beautie faire that gentle seemes to be shall frowardnesse your fansies heire be of more force then she shall now disdaine the dragge of Death direct and lead the way shall all the Impes vpon the yearth reioyce at my decay Shall this the seruice of my youth haue such reward at last shall I receiue rigour of ruthe and be from fauour cast shall I therefore berent my heares with wightes that wish to dye Or shall I bathe my selfe with teares to feede your fickle eye No no I shall in paine lye still with Turtle Doue most true And vow my selfe to wit and will their counsels to ensue Good Ladies all that louers be and that to be pretende Giue place to wit let reason seeme your enemies to defende Least that you thinke as I haue thought your selfe to striue in vayne And so to be in thraldome brought with me to suffer paine FINIS W. Hunnis ¶ No foe to a flatterer I Would it were not as I thinke I would it were not so I am not blinde although I winke I feele what windes doe blowe I know where craft with smiling cheare creepes into boldned brest I heare how fayned speeches speakes fayre where hatred is possest I see the serpent lye and lurke vnder the greene alowe I see him watche a time to worke his poyson to bestowe In friendly looke such fraude is founde as faith for feare is fled And friendship hath receiu'de such wound as he is almost dead And hatefull heart with malice great so boyles in cankred minde That flatterie flearing in the face had almost made me blinde But now I see all is not golde that glittereth in the eye Nor yet such friendes as they professe as now by proofe I trie Though secret spight by craft haue made a coate of Panters skin And thinkes to finde me in the shade by sleight to wrap me in Yet God be praysed my eye is cleare and can behold the Sunne UUhen falshood dare not once appeare to ende that he begunne Thus time shall trie the thing amisse which God saue shortly sende And turne the heart that fayned is to be a faithfull friende FINIS W. Hunnis His comparison of Loue. THe spider with great skill doeth trauell day by day His limms no time lye still to set his house in staie And when he hath it wrought thinking therein to raigne A blast of winde vnthought doth driue it downe againe The proofe whereof is true to make his worke indure He paines himselfe a newe in hope to dwell more sure And in some secret place a corner of a wall He frameth himselfe apace to build and rest withall His pleasure sweete to stay when he to rest is bent An vgly shamble Flee approcheth to his Tent And there intendes by force his labours great to winne Or els to yeeld his corse by fatall death therein Thus is the spiders nest from time to time throwne downe And he to labour prest with endles paine vnknowne So such as louers be like trauell doe attaine Those endlesse workes ye see are alwaies full of paine FINIS W. Hunnis A Louers ioye I Haue no ioye but dreame of ioye and ioy to thinke on ioye A ioye I withstoode to finish mine annoye I hate not without cause alas yet loue I know not why I thought to hate I cannot hate although that I should dye A foe most sweete a friend most sower I ioy for to embrace I hate the wrong and not the wight that workt my woefull case What thing it is I know not I but yet a thing there is That in my fancie still perswades there is no other blisse The ioyes of life the pangues of death it makes me feele eche daie But life nor death this humor can deuise to weare awaye Faine would I dye but yet in death no hope I see remaines And shall I liue since life I see a course of sory paines UUhat is it then that I doe seeke what ioye would I aspire A thing that is diuine belike too high for mans desire FINIS F. K. Euill to him that euill thinketh THe subtill s●ily slightes that worldly men doe worke The freendly shewes vnder whose shade most craft doth often lurke Enforceth me alas with yernfull voyce to say UUoe worthe the wilie heads that seekes the simple mans decay The bird that dreades no guile is soonest caught in snare Eche gentle harte deuoyde of craft is soonest brought to care Good Nature soonest trapt which giues me cause to saie woe worthe the wilie heades that seeke the simple mans decay I see the serpent vile that lurkes vnder the greene How subtilly he shrowdes himselfe that he may not be seene And yet his fosters bane his learing lookes bewray woe worthe the wilie heades that seekes the simple mans decay Woe worth the feyning lookes on fauour that we doe waite woe worth the feyned friendly heart that harbours deepe deceipt woe worthe the Uipers broode oh thrise woe worthe I say All worldly wilie heades that seekes the simple mans decay FINIS M. Edwardes ¶ He assureth his constancie WIth painted speech I list not proue my cunning for to trie Nor yet will vse to fill my pen with guilefull flatterie UUith pen in hand and hart in brest shall faithfull promise make To loue you best and serue you moste by your great vertues sake And sure dame Nature hath you deckt with giftes aboue the rest Let not Disdaine a harbour finde within your noble brest For Loue hath led his Lawe a like to men of eche degree so that the Begger with the Prince shall Loue as well as he I am no Prince I must confesse nor yet of Princes line Nor yet a brutish Begger borne that feedes among the swine The fruite shall trie the tree at last

at large doe not detect Yet all their force can not appease The furious fittes of my disease For any drugge of Phisickes arte Can ease the grief that gripes my harte Oh straunge disease I heare the wise affirme that Nature hath in store A thousand secret salues which wisedome hath out found To coole the scorching heate of euery smarting sore And healeth deepest scarre though greeuous be the wound The auncient Prouerbe sayes that none so fostred grief Doth grow for which the Gods themselues haue not ordained relief But I by proofe doe know such Prouerbes to be vayne And thinke that Nature neuer knew the plague that I sustaine And so not knowing my distresse Hath left my grief remedilesse For why the heauens for me prepare To liue in thought and dye in care Oh lasting payne In chaunge of ayre I see by haunt of heathfull soyle By diet duely kept grosse humours are expeld I know that griefes of minde and inward hartes turmoyle By faithfull frendes aduise in time may be repeld Yet all this naught auayles to kill that me annoyes I meane to stop these floudes of care that ouerflow my ioyes No none exchaunge of place can chaunge my lucklesse lot Like one I liue and so must dye whom Fortune hath forgot No counsell can preuayle with me Nor sage aduise with grief agree For he that feeles the panges of hell Can neuer hope in heauen to dwell Oh deepe dispayre What liues on earth but I whose trauayle reapes no gayne The wearied Horse and Oxe in stall and stable rest The Ante with sommers toyle beares out the winters payne The foule that flies all day at night returnes to rest The Ploughmans wearie worke amid the winters mire Rewarded is with sommers gayne which yeldes him double hire The sillie labouring soule which drudges from day to day At night his wages truely payed contented goeth his way And commyng home his drousie hed He coucheth close in homely bed Wherein no sooner downe he lyes But sleepe hath straight possest his eyes Oh happy man The Souldiour biding long the brunt of mortall warres UUhere life is neuer free from dint of deadly foyle At last comes ioyfull home though mangled all with scarres Where frankly voyde of feare he spendes the gotten spoyle The Pirate lying long amid the foming floudes With euery flaw in hazaed is to lose both life and goodes At length findes vewe of land where wished Port he spies UUhich once obtayned emong his mates he partes the gotten prise Thus euery man from trauaile past Death reape a iust reward at last But I alone whose troubled minde In seeking rest vnrest doth finde Oh lucklesse lot Oh cursed caitife wretch whose heauy hard mishap Doth wish ten thousand times that thou hadst not bene borne Since fate hath thee condemned to liue in sorrowes lap UUhere wailynges wast thy life of all redresse forlorne UUhat shall thy grief appease who shall thy torment stay UUilt thou thy selfe with murthering handes enforce thy owne decay No farre be thou from me my selfe to stop my breath The Gods forbid whom I beseech to worke my ioyes by death For lingryng length of lothsome life Doth stirre in me such mortall strife That whiles for life and death I cry In death I liue and liuing dye Oh froward fate Loe here my hard mishap loe here my straunge disease Loe here my deepe dispayre loe here my lasting payne Loe here my froward fate which nothing can appease Loe here how others toyle rewarded is with gayne With lucklesse loe I liue in losse of labours due Compeld by proofe of torment strong my endlesse grief to rue Is which since needes I must consume both youth and age If old I liue and that my care no comfort can asswage Henceforth I banish from my brest All frustrate hope of future rest And truthlesse trust to Tymes reward With all respectes of ioyes regard Here I forsweare 47. Where reason makes request there wisedome ought supplie With frendly aunswere prest to graunt or els denie I Sigh why so for sorrow of her smart I mourne wherfore for grief that she complaines I pitie what her oppressed hart I dread what harme the daunger she sustaines I greeue whereat at her oppressing paynes I feele what force the fittes of her disease UUhose harme doth me and her a like displease I hope what hay her happy healthes retire I wish what wealth no wealth nor worldly store But craue what craft by cunnyng to aspire Some skill whereto to salue her sickely sore UUhat then why then would I her health restore UUhose harme me hurtes how so so workes my will To wish my selfe and her like good and ill UUhat moues thy minde whereto to such desire Ne force ne fauour what then free fancies choyse Art thou to chose my charter to require Eche Ladies loue is fedde by customes voyce Yet are there grauntes the euidence of their choyse UUhat then our freedome is at large in chosing As womens wills are froward in refusing Wotes she thy will she knowes what I protest Damde she thy sute she daungered not my talke Gaue she consent she graunted my request What didst thou craue the roote the fruite the stalke I asked them all what gaue she cheese or chalke That tast must trie what tast I meane the proofe Of frendes whose wills withhold their bow aloofe Meanst thou good fayth what els hopest thou to speede why not O foole vntaught in carpell trade Knowest not what proofes from such delayes proceede wilt thou like headlesse Cocke be caught in glade Art thou like Asse too apt for burden made Fie fie wilt thou for faint adore the shrine And woe her frend ere she be wholy thine Who drew this drift moued she or thou this match Twas I oh foole vnware of womens wiles Long mayest thou wayte like hungry hound at hatch She craftie Foxe the sillie Goose beguiles Thy sute is shaped so fit for long delay That she at will may checke from yea to nay But in good sooth tell me her frendes intent Best learne it first their purpose I not know why then thy will to worse and worse is bent Doest thou delight the vnkindled coale to blow Or childlike louest in ankred Boate to row what meane these termes who sith thy sute is such Know of or on or thou affect too much No hast but good why no the meane is best Admit she loue mislike in lingring growes Suppose she is caught then woodcocke on thy crest Till end approues what scornefull seedes she sowes In loytring loue such daungers ebbes and flowes what helpe herein why wake in daungerous watch That to nor fro may make thee marre the match Is that the way to end my wearie worke By quicke dispatch to lessen long turmoyle Well well though losse in lingering wontes to lurke And I a foole most fitte to take the foyle Yet proofe from promise neuer shall recoyle My wordes with deedes and deedes with wordes shall wende Till she