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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A18752	A pleasant discourse of court and wars with a replication to them both, and a commendation of all those that truly serue prince and countrie. Written by Thomas Churchyard, and called his Cherrishing.	Churchyard, Thomas, 1520?-1604.	1596 (1596)	STC 5249; ESTC S105042	8,064	24

And Cupid shootes his shafts too fast The onely grace of earthly powre That was or is and so shall last The meane to make meane men to mount Yet court of no man makes account The path to hit prefarments right But when or how good hap must shoe The torch that giues a flattring light A blaze that quickly out will goe The candle cleere of comforts all Yet downe vntoucht the snuffe will fall The feeding hope of all good hap Till want coms home with weeping eie The smiling cloud where thunder clap Fals ratling from a pleasant skie The calmy aire that stormes doth hide Till winde bewraies a blustring tide The platform where all Poets thriue Saue one whose voice is hoarse they say The stage where time away we driue As children in a pagent play To please the lookers on somtime With words with bookes in prose or rime The mount where might and mercy dwels The one may kill the other saue The spring that maintains many wels Where thirsty throtes do water craue The nurse that milke and pap may giue To those that in great lack doth liue The ciuill sword of worldly sway That cuts off many a canker cleane The head that secrets can bewray And teach rash wits to keepe a meane The eie that sees both hie and loe Much further than our feete can goe The ground where plenty planted was VVhen bounties blossoms brought foorth frute Then gold was but esteemd as glas The prince so freely gaue a sute The onely spring and flowing spout VVhere all good turnes came flowing out The royall house of all repaire VVhere subiects swarme and still do run As thick as flies flocks to the aire In sommers day when shines the sun The paradise of earthly show VVhere many goodly frutes do grow The way to toull men on to spend As profit straight should rise thereon The ready rule to giue or lend Play best be trust till all be gon The place where promis is forgote Or where faire words make fooles to dote The ankor hold we trust vnto If cord and cable do not breake The gallant ship that may vndo VVith charge most men whose purse is weake The quiet port when tide coms in For all bare barks that harbor win The swelling sea where some do sinke That waues and surges swallow vp The doubtfull banket where some drinke Their bane out of a spiced cup The stage where many a part is plaid That makes some lookers on afraid The costly sumptuous golden hall That eats vp many a thatched hiue The bulwarke and the brazen wall Against whose state no force dare striue The stay and prop to weakest things And vnto man most comfort brings The flowre and blossom of each land That yeelds sweet sent like mirr or balme VVhich doth not on base fortune stand But safe in either storme or calme O God that guides each fortune now Preserue our court and kingdom throw FINIS COurt cannot pleas ech one that still doth craue No more than seas can make all sailers ritch Though few thereby do gaine yet some may saue And keepe a meane if folly be not mitch There foode is free and all belongs to health Fire rest and ease and pleasures of the eie Then for those ioies who bids them spend their welth Or follow gaine or waste their goods thereby If in one cloke or sute a Lordship stands Blame not the court but blame vnthrifty hands Though shining robes becoms a Courtier well Meane men may weare good garments of small price If waste will needes his patrimony sell Or play away his lands at cards and dice Court is not cause of that expence and charge No more than plow and carts makes Farmars poore If gallants gay cuts their owne clokes too large That they like brooms sweepe rushes from the doore Short capes in Court were fitter for a shoe In such light weeds of yore did Courtiers goe If men could sort themselues in Court aright The good may meete as good as he therein And stately Court hates all lewd maners light No coosning knack can there no fauour win Finenes and fraud are often frownd at thear Dissemblance shames to show a double face And though good wits in Court can speake full fear Rip iudgement soone finds out a courtly grace And will not be ore reacht with shoe or signe Of wily heads though they be ner so fine Court is a well and fountaine full of springs That runs to those that watch their seasons due Who to the cock their empty bucket brings When bounties streames spouts water fresh and new All cannot thriue that daily sell and by Some merchant prooues bankrout ere he be ware All shafts will not against ill weather flie They hit the marke that cunning archers are Court is not bound to pleasure eury one Court is a king and subiect vnto none If fauorits rise dame Fortunes babes they bee Begot and bred by sudden destnies lot Lads that good hap hath dandled on hir knee Tooke all their pap out of the sweete creame pot The rest are faire yoong children borne to soone Or out of time as many yoonglings bee No Planets birds nor darlings of the Moone Nor fixed stars that stands in highst degree But retrograde in some aspects but base Falne fro the clouds from Iupiters good grace Though many names to court these Poets giues Whose fained Art are full of fables vaine When they themselues by gifts of Princes liues And by the Court their betters far do gaine Court cares not for their stretched termes nor muse That in a moode finds fault with this or that Whose hie conceits doth out their pen abuse Which on the spleen may write they know not what Court thinks great scorne to stoup or seem so weake As answer make to any word they speake FINIS THe wars that marshall men do like For countries cause was first begun To shield and sword to launce and pike The lusty soldiers then would run And glad was he in towne or field Could force a forren foe to yeeld No walls nor rampire could hold out A lions hart in manly minde Men did in courage grow so stout They traueld far hot wars to finde And when these men abrode did rome They brought great skill and knowledge home Kings gaue them grace and honor great Fame sounded trumpet in their praise VVorld placst them in the highest seate So that like gods they raignd those daise Yea honord made of and extold Aboue the woorth of pearle or gold By them great empires did encrease Kingdoms were woon and conquerd all They held vp wars they made the peace They had the world at becke and call The sword subdues and makes them slaues That stands vpon their greatest braues Long in this course did soldiers liue Beloud and feard as victors are They felt no want but had to giue The people tooke of them such care Kings and their treasure eury way Kept noble soldiers from decay But when

that kings from bounty fell And made but wars for their owne gaine The wars were then a second hell Pleasure therein was turnd to paine Profit was gone honor lay lame And soldiers sought no more for fame Yet countries cause mooud men to fight As hirelings worke for wages still But take esteem once from a knight You lose his hart and warme good will Then after money doth he looke And licks his fingers like a cooke VVhen kings forget to giue good turns For good desarts then soldier shrinks The lampe of loue but dimly burns And God doth know what soldier thinks All one we liue both daies and weekes By loue as larks do liue by leekes VVars now is worse than walking horse For like a hackney tied at rack Old soldier so who wanteth force Must learne to beare a pedlers pack And trudge to some good market towne So from a knight become a clowne As good serue sowter in his shop As follow wars that beggry brings Nay play the childe and driue the top Or fauor many fonder things And thriue there by seemes better far That run a gadding to the war Wars wins the workman scarce his bread A fig for fame if that be all VVars quickly gets a broken head And gaines no better fruit at all But when good blood is wasted out Into the ioints wars thrusts the gout Lame lims and legs and mangled bones VVars brings a man vnwares God wot VVith priuy pangs sad sighes and grones Then come to court where nought is got Saue s●auls and shels when kernell sweete The hogs haue trampling vnder feete If fiue and forty sons I had Not one to court nor wars should goe Except that some of them were mad So prooud both where I would or noe But wars of all the arts that is Stands most from hap or heauens blisse Wars is a woorme in conshence still That gnawes the guts and hart in twaine Who goes to wars must make his will For feare he coms not home againe But at his welcom home in deed He gets but words so starues at need Or at court gate must sit and watch Like goodman Cockscom keeping croes Go supperles to bed like Patch Or for his lodging gage his cloes A warme reward a whip a whood Would do a silly foole more good Sell house and land to follow drom And so bring home an empty bag Then like bare Tom of Bedlem com VVith broken breech and many a rag And see what pity world will take On thee for thy great seruice sake Keepe that thou hast is counsell good VVhat wars may win thinke that is lost For prince do hazard life and blood If enmies breath but on this cost Shun other wars as from a snake VVhose sting a mortall wound will make VVars is but cald the scourge of God A plague for man and each things foe A whisking wand a cruell rod That drawes out blood at eury bloe A fearfull bug a cursed feend That driues good daies and yeers to eend If dyuels dance when drum doth sound And saints do weepe where blood is shed If wars doth shake the heauy ground VVhereon fish fowle and beasts are bred O wars packe hence and run away From me and all my friends this day For where thou goest all plagues repaire All mischeeues march all sorrowes swim All filthy facts infects the aire All sin and vice is at the brim All dearth and famin are aflote And all or most haue God forgote Fie fly from wars as from a fire That all burns vp or kils in haste Spoiles and robs all leaues all in mire Consumeth all brings all to waste Yet when the wars rules all like king VVars is himselfe a beggry thing But if proud wars begin to brall And quarrels picks to wrong our right Then clap on armes corslets and all To put a wrangling foe to flight And make them run like rats away That robs our cheese house eury day Loe knights how plaine poore poets shifts In scambling world to scowre the coast VVith rimes and sends such new yeers gifts From sicke mans couch to court in poast VVhere this may make a merry hed To smile before he goes to bed FINIS WElth pomp and pride with malice of the mind Bred wars broils between two brethren furst The one feard God the other most vnkind For his foule fact in world was held accurst Though wars began throw pride and great offence As rods are made to scourge leud vicious life Yet fearfull wars hath wrought great goodnes sence And planted peace where was but blooddy strife Wars makes men looke to soule and body too Which in no sort proud peace can neuer doo Who sees but death aud danger feareth God A greater feare no man aliue may haue As horse fears whip and scholler fears the rod So sword is feard that quickly brings a graue Wars makes men meeke vertuous valiant and wise Hardy and bold forward faithfull and true Goodnes imbrace and villany despise Killeth old vice and forms a man anue Quickneth the sprites and kindleth courage still That else growes cold weake resty dull and ill Wars is no trade for milksops dawes and dolts Meacocks of kinde and cowards from their birth A spur for old Iades a snaffle for yoong colts For lusty lads the greatest ioy on earth Breeds gallants vp puts lions harts in men Breathes blood and life into a trembling brest Makes hand draw sword and fling away the pen Mount a great horse and clap the launce in rest And woonders do as Samson did in feeld Whose stoutnes made the proud Philistines yeeld Wars wisely made Brings triumph to the towne Sends victors out to fetch great wealth from far Keepes kings in seat giues honor to the crowne And no great fame is found where is no war Set wars aside bid men go spin and card Distaffs are fine when launce is flung away Make no more knights let cowards be prefard Set lowts aworke bid soldiers then go play So pluck downe wars and set vp Robin Whood Or Iohn a Stile that near did countrey good Wars was a wand for wantons that were wilde It made them tame and greater maruels wrought But where you see that wars are clean exilde Stout people faint and kingdom coms to naught Venus and lust are great togither still Right taketh wrong and reason rules no whit Weake knees must bow strong head will haue his wil And bayard blinde in teeth doth take the bit Thus want of wars confounds a woorthy state And breeds at home both quarrels and debate Wars was and is and shall be till worlds end Till iudgement day you shall haue little peace You say it is a scourge that God doth send A common plague for sin that shall not seace Thinke so and make of wars your profit then For soule at least thus wars ve ought to loue Bicause wars doth reforme the faults of men And by sharpe means it doth his pashence proue If such effects a blooddy wars brings foorth When wars doth com do take it well in woorth FINIS A COMMENDATION TO ALL THOSE THAT EITHER BY INVENTION OF WIT STVDY OF MINDE TRAVEL of body expences of purse or hazard of life seekes the aduauncement of their Prince and countrey THe world throwout breeds men of sundry kinds Som of great spreet great skil and deep engine Som meane and base and som of noble minds Som grosse of wit and som most rare and fine As gifts of grace and nature shapes them forth To show themselues in actions men of worth Som plant and graffe and still manures the ground Gains much thereby as labrer liues by toile Som loues to saile about the world so round To search what may be seen in eury soile Som trudge to wars and far abrode they rome For knowledge sake to serue their prince at home Som haue delite to build and purchase still Thus all haue not one motion mind nor will But such that seekes for fame in forren place Forsakes great ease welth where they were bred Are speshall men and do deserue more grace Than all the rest what euer may be sed Leaues wife and friends to try the tumbling seas Makes open sale of life and all they haue Are men that may both prince and countrey pleas VVho shall of right be honord to their graue Then step in place sir VVALTER RAWLEGH now Show foorth thy face among the woorthiest sort Thy trauell long thy charge and labor throw Crowns thy great pains with prais and good report Bid enuy blush for vertue hits the white Malice may barke but hath no powre to bite VVorld babbles much but wit doth all behold The touchstone must at length try out the gold VVho reads his booke and waies what he hath don Shall sound his fame as far as shines the sun FINIS