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Churchyardes lamentacion of freyndshyp
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Churchyard, Thomas, 1520?-1604.
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⧠Churchyardes Lamentacion of Freyndshyp IN Court some say doth freindshyp stolne And some to Court for freindshyp goe But I that walke the worlde aboute Could neuer yet fynde freyndshyp out For fyneness shewes so fayre a face That freyndshyp hath no dwellynge place Yea depe dyssemblynge manners mylde Hath sayth and freindshyp both erylde The holowâ— harte is fowle and fell Wheare freyndshyp loketh now to dwell The humble speche and Syrenes songe Hath shrouded freyndshyp ouer longe The wylye wordes that waues wyth wynde Hath brought true frendshyp out of mynde And to be shorte fayre wordes is all The fruite that from the tree dothe fall Wordes weldes the worlde beares the swaye And freindshyp daylye dothe decaye Yet durste I make of it reporte it is amonge the meaner sorte If any faythe or freyndshyp bee But I so lytle freindshyp see I feare the vertue of the same Consystes but in the gentle name The worlde is waren now so nyce That we haue learnd the frenche deuyce At your coÌ„maundement for a showe and meane no farther for to goe We are as free of promyse styll as though we mente a great good wyll And braue it out for gloryes sake and much adoe therof we make To blase abrode our bountye great Tâ—â—h man the fyre hath lost his heate The flame yeldes furthe but sparkles smal theare is no freyndshyp now at all Geue eare and here a pretye Iest Theare was a man at my request That seemd an earnest freinde in dede and swore he wolde supplye my nede Wyth all hys helpe he could deuyse and ofte to blere hys Ladyes eyes And make her know hys lyberall mynde for women Larges loue of kynde He promyst many a goodlye gyfte but when I put hym to hys shyfte For quycke performaunce of thys geare then backwarde gan he for to swarue Eche worde had past hys mouth before I pray you now if we had store Of such good freinds when nede shuld cum myght not a pore man stryke hys Drum Before theyr dores wyth chereful sprete and sounde a marche in open strete A thousand tymes amidste hys greefe or he should fynde thearby releefe Fyue hundred of such mates as thease whose freyndshyp is not worthe a pease Whose brauery shynes beyonde the Sune yet slypper laddes when all is done My hap hath bene to mete or thys beware I say the Iudas kysse The â—yrynge face the Parate gaye the bablynge tongue that hath no staye The faâ—ner fyne that croutcheth lowe the plyant head that bendes lyke bowe Whose nature lykes not freindshyps lawe the gloryous man the pratynge dawe Tut tut I warne thee ouersoone ful longe had nede to be the spoone A man should haue for euery feate that wyth the dyuell thynkes to eate For dyuels in these dayes are to ryfe and thou must nedes leade out thy lyfe Wyth depe dyssemblers euery wayes the dâ—uels are much more to prayse Then muffled men that myscheife breedes who are not knowen but by theyr deedes Oh frendshyp thou art much mysused to be wyth freindes thus abused For freyndshyp should wyth open face be seene and felt in euery place Of playnenesse first was freyndshyp wrought Iust as the Gods and pure of thought Full free and franke as Lordes hath byn full bent the peoples hartes to wynne Full glad to fyll the nedye hande full fyrme of worde and sure to stande As Oke that euery storme wyl byde not lost with want nor wonne wyth pryde And welthy pompe the pumpe of synne that bryngeth euery myscheife in But alwayes cleare from falseheddes trayne Than tell me now and do not fayne Where do that freindshyp buylde his bowre where is such freindshyp had thys howre Where maketh he now hys mansyon place or where good Lord hath men such grace To lyght vpon so great a blysse mans mynde and nature altered is The worlde in wyckednesse is drounde and trulye freindshyp is vnsounde And rotten lyke corrupted fruite though gloryous men wyll beare a brute Of freindes theyr freyndshyp is so colde that we therof haue lytle holde When it should serue our turne god knowes we reape the weede and plant the Rose We gape for golde and grype but glasse now dothe such wordes of offyce passe Tweene all estates bothe farre and nere that talke is nought but fayned chere To make fayre weather for a whyle tyl one the other do beguyle I tell the man who playes the parte of wylye For must lerne thys arte They are no small byrdes as I gesse if I in authors maye expresse The synnes that now be kept in store that puts in practyse this and more To compasse cloked freindshyp fyne The Fowler neuer draweâ— hys lyne So strayghte vpon the selye fowle nor sure the byas of the bowle Goeth not so strayghte on mayster blocke as dayly dothe thys dallyenge flocke Upon the polycye of the brayne to brynge the selye foole to trayne Men are so vsed these dayes wyth wordes they take them but for â—stes and boordes That Christmas Lordes were wonte to speke well well I say the worlde is weke And weker it is lyke to be when credyte out of the worlde shall flye When trust is gone and trothe is dead and faythfull freyndshyp hydes hys head And wordes are help of none effecte and promyse faythfull is suspecte Farewell al earthly hope is past I see our maners change so fast And suche affection leades our wyll awrye to fyckle freindshyp styll That sure true freindshyp sylent syttes and nought beares rule but wylye wâ—ttes Unshame faste wayes and meare deceyte for playnenesse such a pleasante bayte As choketh vp bothe hye and lowe and poysoneth all the worlde I trowe Wherfore synce freyndshyp takes hys leaue and fynenesse dothe vs all deceyue Let freyndshyppes name be banyshed quyte for sure it is a great dyspyte To speke of freindshyp any tyme to make of freyndshyp prose or ryme Or gyue to freyndshyp anye prayse that is so frutelesse in our dayes qd Churchyarde Finis ¶ Imprinted at london by Thomas Colwell for Nicolas Dyer dwelling in S. Mariyus paryâ—she nere to Charynge Crosse at the sygne of Saint Iohn Euangelist