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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

and to descende in sight Though farre vnfit and mates vnmeete with mortall men to fight Too late alas we wish his life too soone deceiues vs Death Too little wit we haue to seeke the dead agayne to breath UUhat helpelesse is most carelesse be as Natures course doth show For death shall reape what life hath sowen by nature this we know UUhere is that fierce Achilles fled where is king Turnus shroude UUhat is become of Priamus state where is Periander proude Hector Hanno Hanniball dead Pompei Pirrhus spild Scipio Cyrus Caesar slayne and Alexander kild So long there Fortune fast did flow and charged Fame to sound Till frowning Fortune foild by fate which fawning Fortune found Shun Fortunes feakes shake Fortune of to none is Fortune sound Sith none may say of Fortune so I Fortune faithfull found Behold where Fortune flowed so fast and fauoured Saunders lure Till fickle Fortune false agayne did Saunders death procure Loe clothed cold in cloddes of clay in drossie dust remaine By fate return'd from whence he came to his mothers wombe agayne UUho welnigh thirtie yeares was Iudge before a Iudge did fall And iudged by that mighty Iudge which Iudge shall iudge vs all The heauens may of right reioyce and earth may it bewayle Sith heauen wan and earth hath lost the guide and arke of vayle The gayne is much our losse is great their mirth our mone is such That they may laugh as cause doe yeld and we may weepe as much O happy he vnhappy we his hap doth aye encrease Happy he and haplesse we his hap shall neuer cease We liue to dye he died to liue we want and he possest UUe bide in bandes he bathes in blisse the Gods aboue him blest Beyng borne to liue he liued to dye and dyed to God so playne That birth that life that death doe shew that he shall liue agayne His youth to age his age to death his death to fame applied His same to time his time to God thus Saunders liued and dyed O happy life O happier death O ten times happy he Whose hap it was such hap to haue a Iudge this age to be Oh ioyfull time Oh blessed soyle where Pallas rules with wit O noble state O sacred seate where Saba sage doth sit Like Susan sound like Sara sad with Hesters Mace in hand With Iudithes sword Bellona like to rule this noble land I had my will you haue your wish I laugh reioyce you may I wanne now much you gayne no lesse to see this happy day Wherein I dyed wherein you liue oh treble happy cost Wherein I ioyed in glory great wherein you triumph most Kneele on your knees knocke hard your brests sound forth the ioyfull drome Clap loude your handes sound Eccho say the golden world is come Reioyce you Iudges may of right your mirth may now be such As neuer earst you Iudges had in England mirth so much Here Cuma is here Sibill reignes on Delphos seate to sit Here she like Phaebus rules that can Gordius knot vnknit I liued to Nature long inough I liued to honour much I liued at wish and died at will to see my countrey such As neither needes it Numas lawes nor yet Apollos sweard For mauger Mars yet Mars shalbe of this our Queene afeard O pearelesse pearle O Diamond deare O Queene of Queenes farewell Your royall Maiestie God preserue in England long to dwell Farewell the Phaenix of the world farewell my soueraigne Queene Farewell most noble vertuous Prince Mineruas mate I weene No Iewell Gemme no Gold to giue no Pearles from Pactol●s loe No Persian Gaze no Indian stone no Tagus sandes to show But faith and will to natiue soyle a liue and dead I finde My hart my minde my loue I leaue vnto my Prince behinde Farewell you Nobles of this land farewell you Iudges graue Farewell my felowes frendes and mates your Queene I say God saue What rise in time in time doth fall what floweth in time doth ebbe What liues in time in time shall dye and yeld to Parcus webbe The Sunne to darcknesse shalbe turn'd the starres from skyes shall fall The Moone to bloud the world with fire shalbe consumed all As smoke or vapour vanish straight as bubbles rise and fall As cloudes doe passe or shadow shiftes we liue we dye so all Our pompe our pride our triumph most our glory great herein Like shattering shadow passe away as though none such had bin Earth Water Ayre and Fire as they were earst before A lumpe confused and Chaos call'd so shall they once be more And all to earth that came from earth and to the graue descende For earth on earth to earth shall goe and earth shalbe the end As Christ ascended vp the cloudes so Christ in cloudes shall come To Iudge both good and bad on earth at dreadfull day of dome From whence our flesh shall rise agayne euen from the drossie dust And so shall passe I hope vnto the Mansion of the iust FINIS Lodowicke LLoyd 33. His good name beyng blemished he bewayleth FRam'd in the front of forlorne hope past all recouerie I stailes stand tabide the shocke of shame and infamie My life through lingring long is lodg'd in lare of lothsome wayes My death delayed to keepe from life the harme of haplesse dayes My sprites my hart my witte and force in deepe distresse are dround The onely losse of my good name is of these griefes the ground And since my mynde my wit my head my voyce and toung are weake To vtter moue deuise conceiue sound forth declare and speake Such pearsing plaintes as aunswere might or would my wofull case Helpe craue I must and craue I will with teares vpon my face Of all that may in heauen or hell in earth or ayre be found To waile with me the losse of myne as of these griefes the ground Helpe Gods helpe saints helpe sprites powers that in the heauen do dwel Helpe ye that are aye wont to waile ye howling houndes of hell Helpe man helpe beastes helpe birdes wormes that on the earth doth toyle Helpe fish helpe foule that flockes and feedes vpon the salt sea soyle Helpe Eccho that in the ayre doth flee shrill voyces to resound To waile this losse of my good name as of these griefes the ground FINIS E. O. 34. Of Fortunes power POlicrates whose passing hap caus'd him to lose his fate A golden ring cast in the seas to chaunge his constant state And in a fish yet at his bourd the same he after found Thus fortune loe to whom she takes for bountie doth abound The mizers vnto might she mountes a common case we see And mightie to great miserie she sets in low-degree UUhom she to day doth reare on hye vpon her whirling wheele To morow next she dingeth downe and casteth at her heele No measure hath she in her giftes she doth reward ech sort The wise that counsell haue no more then fooles that maketh sport She vseth

or hers gainsay that I intende Art thou so fonde not fonde but firmely fast Why foole her frendes wote how thy will is bent Yet thou like dolt whose witte and sence is past Seest not what frumpes do follow thy entent Ne know how loue in few of scorne is lent Adue for sighes such follie should preuent Well well their scoffes with scornes might be repayed If my requestes were fully yead or nayed UUel well let these with wisedomes prayse be wayed And in your chest of chiefest secretes layed FINIS My lucke is losse 48. What ioye to a contented mynde THe fayth that fayles must needes be thought vntrue The frend that faignes who holdeth not vniust UUho likes that loue that chaungeth still for new UUho hopes for truth where troth is voyde of trust No faith no frend no loue no troth so sure But rather fayles then stedfastly endure UUhat head so stayed that altereth not intent what thought so sure that stedfast did remaine what witte so wise that neuer needes repent what tongue so true but sometime wontes to fayne what foote so firme that neuer treades awrie what sooner dimde then sight of clearest eye UUhat hart so fixt but soone enclines to chaunge what moode so milde that neuer moued debate what faith so strong but lightly likes to raunge what loue so true that neuer learnd to hate what life so pure that lastes without offence what worldly mynde but moues with ill pretence UUhat knot so fast that may not be vntide what seale so sure but fraude or force shall breake what prop of stay but one tyme shrinkes aside what ship so stauche that neuer had a leake what graunt so large that no exception makes what hoped helpe but frend at neede forsakes UUhat seate so high but low to ground may fall what hap so good that neuer found mislike what state so sure but subiect is to thrall what force preuayles where Fortune list to strike what wealth so much but time may tourne to want what store so great but wasting maketh scant UUhat profites hope in depth of daungers thrall what trust in time but waxeth worse and worse what helpes good hart if Fortune frowne withall what blessing thriues agaynst heauenly helpelesse curse what winnes desire to get and cannot gayne what bootes to wish and neuer to obtaine FINIS My lucke is losse 49. Donec eris Faelix multos numerabis amicos Nullus ad amissas ibit amicus ●pes EUen as the Rauen the Crow and greedy Kite Doe swarming flocke where carren corps doth fall And tiring teare with beake and talentes might Both skin and flesh to gorge their guttes withall And neuer cease but gather moe to moe Doe all to pull the carkas to and fro Till bared bones at last they leaue behinde And seeke elswhere some fatter foode to finde Euen so I see where wealth doth waxe at will And gold doth grow to heapes of great encrease There frendes resort and profering frendship still Full thicke they throng with neuer ceasing prease And slily make a shew of true intent when nought but guile and inward hate is ment For when mischaunce shall chaunge such wealth to want They packe them thence to place of richer haunt FINIS My lucke is losse 50. Amantium irae amoris redinte gratio est IN goyng to my naked bed as one that would haue slept I heard a wife sing to her child that long before had wept She sighed sore and sang full sweete to bring the babe to rest That would not cease but cried still in sucking at her brest She was full wearie of her watch and greeued with her child She rocked it and rated it till that on her it smilde Then did she say now haue I found this Prouerbe true to proue The falling out of faithfull frendes renuyng is of loue Then tooke I paper penne and Inke this Prouerbe for to write In register for to remaine of such a worthy wight As she proceeded thus in song vnto her little brat Much matter vttered she of waight in place where as she sat And proued playne there was no beast nor creature bearing life Could well be knowne to liue in loue without discorde and strife Then kissed she her little babe and sware by God aboue The falling out of faythfull frendes renuyng is of loue She sayd that neither King ne Prince ne Lord could liue a right Untill their puissance they did proue their manhood and their might when manhood shall be matched so that feare can take no place Then wearie workes make warriours eche other to embrace And leaued their force that fayled them which did consume the rout That might before haue liued their time and Nature out Then did she sing as one that thought no man could her reproue The falling out of faythfull frendes renuyng is of loue She sayd she saw no fish ne foule nor beast within her haunt That met a straunger in their kinde but could giue it a taunt Since flesh might not endure but rest must wrath succeede And force the fight to fall to play in pasture where they feede So noble Nature can well end the worke she hath begone And bridle well that will not cease her tragedie in some Thus in song she oft rehearst as did her well behoue The falling out of faithfull frendes renuyng is of loue I maruaile much pardy quoth she for to behold the rout To see man woman boy and beast to tosse the world about Some kneele some couche some becke some checke some cā smothly smile And some embrace others in arme and there thinke many a wile Some stand a loofe at cap and knee some humble and some stout Yet are they neuer frendes in deede vntill they once fall out Thus ended she her song and sayd before she did remoue The fallyng out of faythfull frendes renuyng is of loue FINIS M. Edwardes 51. Thinke to dye THe life is long which lothsomely doe last The dolefull dayes draw slowly to their date The present pangues and painefull plagues forepast Yeldes grief aye greene to stablish his estate So that I feele in this great storme and strife That death is sweete that shortneth such a life And by the stroke of this straunge ouerthrow All which conflict in thraldome I was thrust The Lord be praysed I am well taught to know From whence man came and eke whereto he must And by the way vpon how feeble force His terme doth stand till death doth end his course The pleasaunt yeares that seemes so sweetly runne The merrie dayes to ende so fast that fleete The ioyfull wights of which dayes drawes so soone The happie howres which moe do misse then meete Doe all consume as snow against the Sunne And death makes ende of all that life begunne Since death shall dure till all the world be waste what meaneth man to dread Death then so sore As man might make that life should alway laste without regarde the Lord hath led

Make me your man B. beshrew me than A. To loue is no daunger where true loue is ment B. I will loue no raunger least that I repent A. My loue is no raunger I make God auow B. To trust your smoth sayinges I sure know not how A. Most truth I meane as tyme shal wel trie B. No truth in men I oft espie A. Yet will I not flit B. than play on the bit A. I will B. doe still A. yet kill not B. I will not A. Make me your man B. beshrew me than A. Some women may say nay and meane loue most true B. Some women can make fooles of as wisemen as you A. In time I shall catch you I know when and where B. I will soone dispatch you you shall not come there A. Some speedes at length that oft haue mist B. I am well armde come when you list A. Yet will I not flit B. then play on the bit A. I will B. do still A. yet kill not B. I will not A. Make me your man B. beshrew me than A. Yet worke your kinde kindly graunt me loue for loue B. I will vse you frendly as I shall you proue A. Most true you shall finde me I this doe protest B. Then sure you shall binde me to graunt your request A. O happy threede now haue I sponne B. You sing before the conquest wonne A. Why then will you swarue B. euen as you deserue A. Loue still B. I will A. yet kill not B. I will not A. Make me your man B come to me than FINIS M Edwardes Exclayming vpon his vnkinde Loue his frend replyeth wittely M. WHat death may be compared to Loue H. UUhat grief therein now doest thou proue M. My paynes alas who can expresse H. I see no cause of heauinesse M. My Ladies lookes my woe hath wrought H. Then blame thine eyes that first hath sought M. I burne alas and blow the fire H. A foole consumes by his desire M. What shall I do than come out and thou can M. Alas I die H. what remedie M. My sugred sweete is mixed with gall H. Thy Ladie can not doe with all M. The more I seeke the lesse I finde H. Then striue not with the streame and winde M. Her must I loue although I smart H. UUith her owne sword thou slayest thy hart M. Such pleasaunt baites who can refraine H. Such baites will sure breed thee great paine M. UUhat shal I do than H. Come out and thou can M. Alas I die H. what remedie M. Her golden beames mine eyes do daze H. Upon the Sunne thou mayest not gaze M. She might reward my cruell smart H. She thinkes thou hardst a fayned hart M. she laughes to heare my wofull cries H. Forsake her then in tyme be wise M. No no alas that may not bee H. No wiseman then will pitie thee M. what shall I doe than H. Come out and thou can M. Alas I die H. what remedie M. A liuing death loe thus I proue H. Such are the fruites of froward loue M. O that I might her loue once gayne H. Thy gayne would not halfe quite the paine M. Her will I loue though she be coye H. A foole himselfe will still annoye M. who will not die for such a one H. Be wise at length let her alone M. I can not doe so H. then be thy owne foe M. Alas I dye H. what remedie FINIS E.S. The complaint of a Louer wearing Blacke and Taunie A Crowne of bayes shall that man weare That triumphes ouer mee For blacke and taunie will I weare Which mourning colours bee The more I follow on the more she fled away As Daphne did full long ago Apollos wishfull pray the more my plaintes I resounde the lesse she pities me The more I sought the lesse I found that mine she meant to be Melpomene alas with dolefull tunes helpe than And sing Bis woe worth on me forsaken man Then Daphnes bayes shall that mā weare that triumphes ouer me For blacke and taunie will I weare which mourning colours be Droune me you trickling teares you wailfull wights of woe Come helpe these hands to rent my heares my rufull hap to showe Of whom the scorching flames of Loue doth feede you see Ah a lalalantida my deare Dame hath thus tormented mee Wherfore you Muses nine with dolefull tunes helpe than And sing Bis woe worthe on me forsaken man Then Daphnes bayes shall that mā weare that triumphes ouer me For blacke and taunie will I weare which mourning colours be An Ankers life to lead with nayles to scratch my graue where earthly wormes on me shall feede is all the ioyes I craue And hide my selfe from shame sith that mine eyes do see Ah a lalalantida my deare Dame hath thus tormented mee And all that present be with dolefull tunes helpe than And sing Bis woe worthe on me forsaken man FINIS E. O. Findyng no relief he complayneth thus IN quest of my relief I finde distresse In recompence of Loue most deepe disdayne My langour such as wordes may not expresse A shower of teares my watrie eye doth rayne I dreame of this and doe define of woe I wander in the thoughtes of my sweete foe I would no peace the cause of warre I flie I hope I feare I burne I chill in Frost I lye a low yet mountes my mynde on hye thus doubtfull stormes my troubled thoughtes haue tost And for my payne this pleasure do I proue I hate my selfe and pine in others Loue. The world I graspe yet hold I nought at all At libertie I seeme in prison pent I tast the sweete more sower then bitter gall My ship seemes sounde and yet her ribbes be rent And out alas on Fortune false I crie Looke what I craue that still she doth denie Both life and death be equall vnto me I do desire to dye yet craue I life My wittes with sundry thoughtes do disagree My selfe am with my selfe at mortall strife As warmeth of Sunne doth melt the siluer snow The heate of Loue behold consumes me so FINIS R. Hill ¶ Written vpon the death of his especiall good frend Maister Iohn Barnabe who departed this life at Bensted in the Countie of Southampton 25. Ianuary 1579. Aeratis 76. MIne owne good father thou art gone thine eares are stopt with clay Thy ghost is fled thy body dead thou hearst not what I say Thy dearest friendes may sigh and sob thy children crie and call Thy wife may waile and not preuaile nor doe the good at all Though reason would we should reioyce and trickling teares restraine Yet kindlinesse and friendlinesse enforce vs to complayne Thy life was good our losse the more thy presence cheard our heart Thy lacke and absence turnde therefore our solace into smart I founde thee both a kindely friend and friendly father too Barnabie lacks breath O cruell death and couldst thou part vs two But death derides my woefull wordes and to my saying saith Thus foolish

Hath sowne in thee such seedes you ought to weede with teares And life that shall succeede when death is worne and past Shall spring for euer then in ioy or payne to last Where death on life hath power ye see that life also Hath mowen the fruites of death which neuer more shall grow FINIS W. Hunis 2. Who waighteth on this wauering world and veweth ech estate By triall taught shall learne it best to liue in simple rate AMid the vale the slender shrubbe is hid from all mishap when taller tree that standes alofe is rent with thunder clap The turrets tops which touche the cloudes are beat with euery blast Soone shiuered are their stones with storme and quickly ouercast Best bodied tree in all the wood for timber beame is found And to the axe the stūrdiest oke doth yeld and fall to ground The highest hill doth soonest feele the flash of lightninges flame And soone decayes the pompe and pride of high renowned name Of all the Heard the hunteman seekes by proofe as doth appeare with double forked arrow head to wounde the greatest Deare The haughtiest head of all the droue enioyest the shortest life And staines the slaughter house with bloud at pricke of Butchers knife Thus what thing highest place attaines is soonest ouerthrowne UUhat euer Fortune sets aloft she threates to throw it downe And though no force resist thy power and seeke thee to confounde Yet doth the paise of waighty thinges decline it selfe to grounde For restlesse tipe of rowlling wheele example hath it tride To heauie burden yeeld it must full soone and slippe aside UUhat vailes the riche his bed of Doune the sighes for sleeplesse thought what time in couche of flocke the poore sleepes sound and feareth nought At homely boorde his quiet foote his drinkes in treene be tane when oft the proude in cuppes of golde with wine receiue their bane The bed the boord they dread in doubt with traine to be opprest when fortune frownes their power must yeeld as wire vnto the wrest who so thou be that sits alowe and tread the valleyes pathe Thou needes not feare the Thunder boltes of mightie Ioue his wrathe If Icarus had not presumed too high to take his flight He had not yet bene drowned in Seas that now Icarian hight If Phaeton had not enterprised to guide his fathers seate His fiers had not inflamed the worlde nor beene destroyed with heate But who so climes aboue the meane there is no hope of stay The higher vp the sooner downe and neerer his decay Then you that here in pompe are plaste to guide the golden mace Let Crowne and Scepter both obay the meane of vertues race For neither shall renowmed vertue see the pitte of hell Nor yet in tombe of Marble stone she shall abide to dwell And in that tombe full brauely deckte when that she shall depart God sende her rest and all thinges well according to desarte But from Sepulcher flies she hence beyond the skies aboue And glistering in the blisfull starres she raignes with mighty Ioue FINIS Iasper Heiwood 3. The perfect trial of a faithful friend NOt staied state but feeble staie not costly robes but bare araie Not passed wealth but present want not heaped store but slender skant Not plenties purse but poore estate not happy hap but froward fate Not wish at will but want of ioy not hearts good health but hearts anoye Not freedomes vse but prisoners thrall not costly seate but lowest fall Not weale I meane but wretched woe doth truely trie the friend from foe And naught but froward fortune proues who fauning feines or simply loues FINIS M. Yloop. 4. Being asked the occasion of his white head he answereth thus WHere sighing sighes and sorrow sobbes Hath slaine the slippes that Nature set And scalding showers with stonie throbbes The kindly sappe from them hath fet what wonder then though that you see Upon my head white heares to be UUhere thought hath thrilde and throwne his speares To hurt the heart that harmeth him not And groning griefe hath ground forth teares Myne eyne to stayne my face to spot what wonder then though that you see Upon my head white heares to be UUhen pinching paine himselfe hath plaste There peace with pleasures were possest And where the walles of wealth lye waste And pouertie in them is prest what wonder then though that you see Upon my head white heares to be UUhere wretched woe will weane her webbe UUhere care the clewe can catche and cast And flouds of ioy are fallen to ebbe So loe that life may not long last what wonder then though that you see Upon my head white heares to be These heares of age are messengers which bid me fast repent and praie They be of death the Harbingers That doth prepare and dresse the way wherefore I ioye that you may see Upon my head such heares to bee They be the lines that lead the length How farre my race is for to runne They say my youth is fled with strength And how old age is weake begunne The which I feele and you may see Upon my head such lines to bee They be the stringes of sober sounde Whose Musicke is harmonicall Their tunes declare a time from grounde I came and how thereto I shall Wherefore I ioy that you may see Upon my head such stringes to bee God graunt to those that white heares haue No worse them take then I haue ment That after they be layed in graue Their soules may ioy their liues well spent God graunt likewise that you may see Upon your head such heares to bee FINIS W.H. 5. Beware of had I wist BEware of had I wist whose fine bringes care and smart Esteeme of all as they deserue and deeme as deemde thou art So shall thy perfect frend enioy his hoped hire And faithlesse faunyng foe shall misse th'effect of his desire Good will shall haue his gayne and hate shall heape despight A faithlesse frend shall finde distrust and loue shall reape delight Thy selfe shall rest in peace thy frend shall ioy thy fate Thy foe shall fret at thy good happe and I shall ioy thy state But this my fond aduise may seeme perchaunce but vayne As rather teaching how to lose then how a frend to gayne But this not my intent to teach to finde a frende But safely how to loue and liue is all that I intende And if you proue in part and finde my counsell true Then wish me well for my good will tis all I craue adue FINIS My lucke is losse 6. M. Edwardes May. WHen May is in his prime then may eche hart reioyce When May bedeckes ech branch with greene eche bird streines forth his voyce The liuely sap creepes vp into the bloming thorne The flowres which cold in prison kept now laughes the frost to scorne All Natures Impes triumphes whiles ioyfull May doth last UUhen May is gone of all the yeare the pleasaunt time is past May makes the chearefull

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

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