is but his minde A discourse of the true steps of manhood A discourse of the honor of a Souldior A discours of an olde Souldier and a yong A discourse and commeÌ„dation of those that can make Golde A discourse and rebuke to rebellious mindes A discourse of hospitalitie and consuming of time and wealth in London A discourse of misfortune and calamitie A discourse of law and worthy Lawyers A discourse of the only Phenix of the worlde A praise of that Phenix and verses translated out of French The tragedy of Shores wife much augmented A discourse of the ioy good subiects haue when they see our Phenix abroad The tragicall discourse of the haplesse mans life The adue the writer made long agoe to the worlde A discourse of a fantasticall Dreame A tragicall discourse of a dolorous Gentlewoman A tragicall discourse of a Lord and a Lady translated out of French I hope you look not that I should place euery Knight Lady in their degree for I must of necessitie follow my matter The bookes that I can call to memorie alreadie Printed are these that followes FIrst in King Edwards daies a book named Dauie Dicars dreame which one Camell wrote against whome I openly confuted Shores wise I penned at that season Another booke in those daies called the Mirror of Man In Queene Maries raigne a book called a New-yeares gift to all England which booke treated of rebellion And many things in the booke of songs and Sonets printed then were of my making Since that time till this day I wrote all these workes The booke of Chips dedicated to sir Christopher Hatton after Lord Chancellor The booke called Chance dedicated to sir Thomas Bromley L. Chancellor then The booke called my Charge to my L. of Surrye The booke called my Change in verse and proes dedicated to all good mindes The booke called my Choice dedicated to the L. Chancellor sir Christopher Hatton The book of the siege of Leeth and Edenbrough Castell The booke of sir William Druries seruice dedicated to sir Drue Drury The booke called the golden Nut dedicated to the Qu. Ma. The book of receiuing her highnes into Suffolk Norfolke The booke before of her highnes receiuing into Bristow The booke of the Earthquake to the good Deane of Paules The book of the troubles of Flanders to sir Francis Walsing The book called the scourge of rebels in Ireland to my Lord Admirall The booke called a rebuke to Rebellion to the good olde Earle of Bedford The book of a Sparke of freendship to sir Walter Rawley The book of Sorrows to D. Wilson when he was Secretary The booke of the winning of Macklin to my Lord Norrice The book called the Worthines of Wales to the Qu. Ma. The book giuen her Maiestie at Bristow where I made al the whole deuises The deuises of warre and a play at Awsterley her highnes being at sir Thomas Greshams The Commedy before her Maiestie at Norwich in the fielde when she went to dinner to my Lady Gerningâ—ms The whole deuises pastimes and plaies at Norwich before her maiestie The deuises and speeches that men and boyes shewed within many prograces The book of King Henries Epitaph and other princes and Lords to Secretary Wolley The book of my Deer adue to M. Iohn Stannop The book called a handfull of gladsome verses to the Qu. M. at Wodstocke The book called a pleasant coâ—ceite a new yeeres gift to the Queenes Maiestie These workes following are gotten from me of some such noble freends as I am loath to offend Aeneas tale to Dydo largely and truely translated out of Virgill which I once shewed the Qu. Ma. and had it againe A book of the oath of a Iudge and the honor of Law deliuered to a Stacioner who sent it the L. cheefe Baron that last dyed A book of a sumptuous shew in Shrouetide by sir Walter Rawley sir Robart Carey M. Chidly and M. Arthur Gorge in which book was the whole seruice of my L. of Lester mencioned that he and his traine did in Flaunders and the gentlemen Pencioners proued to be a great peece of honor to the Court all which book was in as good verse as euer I made an honorable knight dwelling in the black Friers can witnes the same because I read it vnto him A great peece of work translated out of the great learned French Poet Seignior Dubartas which worke treated of a Lady and an Eagle most diuinely written on by Dubartas and giuen by me to a great Lord of this land who saith it is lost An infinite number of other Songes and Sonets giuen where they cannot be recouered nor purchase any fauour when they are craued A new kinde of a Sonnet IN writing long and reading works of warre That Homer wrote and Virgils verse did show My muse me led in ouerweening farre When to their Stiles my pen presumde to goe Ouid himselfe durst not haue vaunted so Nor Petrarke graue with Homer would compare Dawnt durst not think his sence so hye did flow As Virgils works that yet much honord are Thus each man sawe his iudgement hye or low And would not striue or seeke to make a iarre Or wrastle where they haue an ouerthrow So I that finde the weakenes of my bow Will shoot no shaft beyond my length I troe For reason learnes and wisdome makes me know Whose strength is best and who doth make or marre A little Lamp may not compare with Starre A feeble head where no great gifts doo grow Yeelds vnto skill whose knowledge makes smal shew Then gentle world I sweetly thee beseech Call Spenser now the spirit of learned speech Churchyards good will THE EARLE OF MVRTONS Tragedie once Regent of Scotland and alwaies of great birth great wisedome great wealth and verie great power and credite yet Fortune enuying his estate and noblenes brought him to lose his head on a Skaffold in Edenbrough the second of Iune 1581. MAke place for plaints giue rowme for plagued men Step backe proud mindes that praise your selues too much Let me appeale to some true writers pen That doth the life and death of Princes touch For my miâ—hap and fatall fall is such That gazing world which heares my woefull end Shall maruaile much to see such matter pend The restles race that mortall men doe runne Seemes smooth to sight yet full of scratting breers Here is no rest nor surety vnder Sunne Sowre is the taste of flowers that sweete appeares Our gentle ioyes are in our tender yeares For as the Childe to wit and reason growes So iudgement comes and seedes of sorrow sowes Our wanton time doth steale away with sport But when that care hath crept in curious braines Long griefe beginnes and pleasure is but short For heart and head is vert with fancies vaine Then hord brings hate and gold breeds greedy gaine Desire of which with pompe and glory great So boiles in brest it makes mans browes to sweat Ambitious minde the busie
knacke Beare euen hand and holde the bridle right Yet whiskt the wande sometimes for pleasures sake Yea spyce thy speach and tearmes with trifels light That lookers on may not thy mind mistake When store is gone yet doe thy budget shake Among the best and féede their fancies still No matter though a mouse créepe out of hill Small toyes may bréede great sporte in great estates And in great grounds men walke through little gates Doe wisely warne and warely vse thy pen Speake english playne and roue about the but And shoote at will and flaunt by wicked men Shale cut the shell and bid them cracke the Nut Shew some delight and so the sentence shut And bid the world beholde mee in a glasse That did to ruine from Pompe and pleasure passe Now I am gone I wish the rest behinde As they desire may better Fortune finde FINIS THE MAN IS BVT his Minde TO THE RIGHT WORSHIPfull my singular good friend Sir Iohn Skidmoer one of the Liefetenants of Haruordshire I Am not forgetfull good Sir Iohn of a promise made touching The man is but his minde Which worke now I present you though not so well penned as the matter requireth yet as wel ment as any peece of worke in this Booke written as well to keepe promise as to show the circumstance of the mistery that belongeth to euery mans minde and to hope that all I write thereof shall be as well taken as a dutifull writer can meane I haue plainely set downe mine opinion in that behalf doubting not but some one man or other shall see a peece of his owne minde in this my presumption of the same So wishing your good and vertuous minde augmented in grace and your selfe encreased in worship and contentation of mind I betake you to God and fall to my purposed discourse AS I was reading in the delightfull discourses of Ieronimus Cardanus his comforts among many pleasant passages and speciall sentences I founde that he said A man was but his mind either in the value of vertue or vanity of vice So waying the worth of that conclusion knowing that Manhood or Cowardize consistes in the selfe same opinion of the minde I considered that common quarrels and priuate reuengement of Iniuries receiued proceeded in a manner from this spring and flowing Fountaine that euer is fedde and nourished with som setled conceite or other For the minde is so noble watchfull and worthy that it is neuer vnoccupied whilest the man is awaken nor taketh any great rest when the body is a sleepe as some dreames and visions manifesteth plaine For euen as a cunning CarpeÌ„ter or Smith is hammering and heawing some péece of wood or iron to bring the same to such shape and perfection as the artificer would haue it So the minde the harber of all secretes and mouer of all good and bad motions can at no season be idle or wax weary of deuises The Imaginations thereof are so many and the innumerable conceites therein are so mighty the fire is of such vehement heat and operation that it must néedes burne or consume any thing that long remaines in it so the minde is of such force and power that it leadeth the man any way it listeth and shapes al the sences and vitall spirites in what forme or fashion it pleaseth For the longer the fancies of the head by rouling to and froe are tired and at length reposeth themselues in the constantnes of the minde the more is the mans reason subiect to the mindes resolution and the lesse strength the iudgement hath when it féeles the forces of the body captiuated and compeld to obay the greatnes of the minde Though learning education and good instructions be a meane and restraint that a peruerse mind shall not draw the whole body to destruction yet the minde being bent to some dangerous determination hath ouercome all the good causes rehearsed and brought both the body reputation and life into a shamefull disorder and made a cruell confusion not onely of the man but likewise brought a licentious liberty to the minde experience of proud practises hath proued this argument no fable but now to talke truely and probably of the minde what can be named or thought on if they be things to be executed but the minde dare attempt and the man may goe about it dare aduenture the hazarde of the soule the losse of life and goods and the cracking of estimation and credit if any purposed mischiefe hale the minde forewarde to some odious enterprises this showes but a weakenes of Iudgement naughtines of nature and a most wicked and wilfull disposition of a desperate conceite diuelishly drawen and enclined and carelesly coÌ„mitting it selfe to euery kinde of practises and dangerous determination But now to touch the noblenes of an inuincible minde that neither Fortune can conquer power may commaund nor worldly pompe nor wealth can winne The true discourse of this minde craues a writer of a higher knowledge for the vnspeakeable spirite that keepes life and breatheth continuall constancy in the brest where this minde makes his mansion house is to be explained and set forth by the profoundest pen man of the worlde that can lay open like an Anotomy the hidden and secrete partes of the body especially the diuine nature closed vp in flesh and bloud and secrecy belonging to the vertue of this manly and valiaunt minde Some men there are and though they boast not much the nuÌ„ber may be great that with a strong heart can suffer afflictions beare burthens abide disgraces and in their most torments seeme careles of all the crossings counterchecks is offered them yet they are armed within to withstand all outward assaults as it were a fortresse manned with souldiers and munition throughly to defend it selfe against the power of Princes practises of warlike people yea as they in peace can vse this approued patience so in the hottest broiles of the warre the hope to ouercome the cruelty of their enemies doth redouble their courages and so with a resolute minde the Cannon they approch the combate they present and the present daunger is presently forgotten a present matter of great momeÌ„t to be in the presence and presented before the vniuersall people placed vnder the cope of the heauens But yet I can not leaue out the mind they haue of honour in greatest extremities for minding the preseruation of Prince and countrey they clap on such a minde as Mucius Sceuola did that burned his hande in the â—ire for missing the killing of Porcena They care not in like sort for imprisonment penury hunger torting racking but can suffer all manner of misery as want of meat lacke of liberty and open aire and lie on the hard earth or bare strawe to kéepe their enemies out of the Fort or hould committed to their charge yea and in respect of the loue they loyally beare to their Countrey they suffer many a mortall wound and in the end offer
any good Some say the cause of this hard happe to the one and good Fortune to the other is a certaine deadly dissention fallen betwéene the sword and the penne By which mortall malice is bred and nourished in bosome such a headstrong hatred and parcialitie that the penne is euer giuing a dash out of order against the commendation of the sworde and the sword being disgraced by a balde blot of a scuruie Goose quill lies in a broken rustie scabberd and so takes a Canker which eates awaye the edge and is in a manner lost for lacke of good looking to and consideration of a painfull Cutler And the penne as many people are perswaded is like the Pensell of a Painter alwaies readie to set out sundrie colours and somtime more apt to make a blurre then giue a good shape and proportion to any inuention or deuise that proceedes of a plaine meaning And as all pensels are as well occupied of a bongling Paynter as a cunning woorkeman So the scribling Penne is euer woorking of some subteltie more for the benefite of the Writer then commonly for the profitte or pleasure of the Reader yea and the penne is waxt so fine and can shew such a florishe that a Mayster of Fence though hée playde with a twoo hand Sworde might bee put to a foule foyle where the Penne is in place and is guided by a sleight handâ— and a shrewde head But vnder correcton if a man may bee plaine the Penne and the Sword can neuer agree because the Penne standes in such feare of the sword it would not come vnder the blow of the blade the sword is in such doubt to bee moiâ—ed with inke by the dash of a penne that it loues not to come where the pen may annoye it And so the dissention and quarrell betweene the Penne and the Sworde is neuer like to bee taken vp the harmes are so great that growes on their amitie and méeting and the aduauntage of them both is so much when they bee kept a sunder For the Sworde is the best and in his most brauery when it is shyning in the fielde where bloode may be shed and honour may bée wonne And the Pen is in the chiâ—fest pompe when it lies lurking in the Towne where pence may bée purchased and peace and quietnesse may do what it pleaseâ—h And the Pen is so glad to rest in the pennar till profite cals him out that hée cannot abide the hindrers of his commoditie nor the disquieter of his ease Which commeth by warres and proceedeth from the Sword when the Drum and the Trumpet puts the penne out of credit Now to speake roundly to the reason may bee alledged in the Pens behalfe and prayses of those that haue the vse of the same it cannot bée denied but the penne may both perswade warre and purchase peace And those that heere at home maintaine good Lawes sée iustice ministred vpholde the publike state plead controuersies at the barre studie to vnfold doubtes Labour at their Booke to bée profitable members and striue dayly to excell in learning and quiet the quarrellous people of their Countrey Such I saye that with Pen or tongue aduaunceth vertue and ouerthrows vice are méete to bée honoured deserueth great laude and ought to goe in the rancke and place of commendation and dignitiye For there is but foure sortes of true Nobilitie or Gentlemen The first Gouernours by whom all States and Kingdomes are guided brought to know order and made to possesse in quietnesse the goodes that eyther good Fortune or sweate of browes hath gotten The second are Souldiers whose venter and valliance hath beene great seruice and labour not little and dayly defended with the hazard of their liues the libertie of the Countrey The thirde are vpright and learned Lawiers that lookeâ—h more to the matter they haue in hand then the money they receiue And are neuer idle in doing their duty and studying for the quietnesse of matters in controuersie The fourth are Marchants that sayles forrain Countreys and brings commodities home and after great hazards abroad do vtter their ware with regard of conscience and profite to the publike estate And as from the beginning Gouernours and Rulers were ordayned by God and the rest of Gentilitie came in and did follow as reason required and desart did commaund So ancient birth and blood ioyned with good conditions is a thing much to bee honoured and esteemed and beautifies not only the noble race but bringes likewise a treable beatitude to the person so vertuously bent and nobly borne And as for the Souldiers and their originall of honours titles and calling the Romaines which were the Fathers of all Marshiall affaires and Conquerors of the world haue so much spoken of and praysed that no man can denie but they are the men of greatest antiquitie and people that Princes first preferred and gaue stippendes vnto Yea and the chiefest Conquerours that euer were before our dayes had a great glorye themselues to bee called Souldiours and Noble Captaynes For they thought none so worthie as the Souldier nor none so meete to compare themselues vnto as the man that stoode on his honour and would neyther stoupe to no kinde of slauerye nor yeelde to no villanous action But in verie deede to speake of euery one in their order there is none â—o much to bee feared loued and honoured as the Rulers and Leaders of the common people For the peaceable Gouernour and such as are experimented in Wordly pollicies knowes how to make warre and howe to auoyde troubles and as they are loth to fall from rest and wealth to ruffeling Warre and wickednesse that bréedes bloodshed and want So they can breake the bandes of peace and set men out to the field when causes commaundes them and oportunitie doth serue But since that my purpose is but to treate of Souldiers alone and that I lacke skill to set foorth the rest I will returne to my first Discourse and intent and leaue the wise to consider what good matter may bee sayde in the thing I leaue off The Souldiour because his life is in ballaunce and his death is at the dore hath so many mischieues to passe so few meanes to escape daunger that he is compelled to be honest and be ready to make an accompt euery houre of the day For as the Cannon may call him before he be aware or the pollicie of the enemie may cut off his yeares so is he assured that the pot which goeth often to the water comes home with a knock or at length is passhed all in peeces Through which accidents or crosse chances he is held so harde and curbed so shorte if any feare of God be in his breast that he hath no scope to runne at riot in nor play the parts of a wanton or prodigall sonne Albeit some hold opinion that Souldiours be giuen to spoile and offered to insolent life by a number of inconueniences yet may they so well bee
Yet in that plight who had on me remorse O God thou knowste my friends forsooke me than Not one holpe me that succred many a man They frownd on me that fawnd on me before And fled from me that followed me full fast They hated me by whome I set much store They ken we full well my Fortune did not last In euery place I was condemnde and cast To pleade my cause at bar it was no boote For euery man did treade me vnder foote Thus long I liud all weary of my life Till death approcht and rid me from that woe Example take by me both maide and wife Beware take heede fall not to folly so A Mirrour make by my great ouerthroe Defye the world and all his wanton wayes Beware by me that spent so ill her dayes T. Churchyard A Story of an Eagle and a Lady excellently set out in Du Bartas MOunt Eagle vp with fame and honour great By Pellycan that feedes her young with blood Of her owne brest make thou thy noble seat Thy vertues doe surmount all worldly good No bird but one which is a Phenix rare Doth thée surpasse or may with thee compare The Story A Lady once in Thraciaas we read Two Eagles found newe hatched in their neast The one she tooke and did that bird so feede And kept it warme amid her tender brest Tha as this dame fell sicke vpon a day This Eagle flue abroad to get his pray And what so ere this Eagle kild in field He brought it home as choycely as he might At mistresse foote the pray then would he yéelde Who mused much to see so strange a sight But mistresse health by this might not be had Which daily made the Eagle wonderous sad But still he flue to field for dainty fare To feede this dame that long a dying lay And when the bird saw house so full of care For mistresse death whose life was past away Upon the bed he sat and bowd his beake Downe to the flore to heare his mistresse speake Oft would he kisse her mouth as colde as stone And spread his winges abroad to warme her face And in his kind he made such heauy mone As man for wife may doe in such a case But when no life in mistresse might be found With his owne beake himselfe he gan to wound Brusd all his brest and body euery where Pluckt feathers off and flung them flat on flore Bled out of frame and did his flesh so teare That he could not no way flye out of dore Would take no foode nor rest but growling lay By bare bedstocke halfe dead full many a day At length her corse a funerall must haue Where mistresse must be burnd as was the gyse The Eagle then did follow her to graue And vnder winge did mount aloft in skyes And when in fire was cast this noble dame The Eagle flung himselfe amid the flame With pikes and staues the people held him backe That helpt no whit the Eagle there would burne So bent to seeke in fire his ruine and wracke Into the flame againe he did returne Mount Eagle then from dust and ashes héere Unto the clouds where vertue shineth cléere TO THE HONOVRABLE MY LADIE Carie. Sir George Caries wife one of the Ladies of the priuie chamber HAuing great desire good madame in some seruiceable sort to dedicate to you a peece of such my honest labors as may merit your Ladiships good liking I find my selfe so vnable for the same as in a manner halfe discouraged I doubted what inuencion I should take in hand but waieng your vertuous disposition ioyned with a sweet and courteous kind of behauiour that wins the worlds goodwill I presumed that your Ladiship would not thinke amisse of anie that would honour you in good meaning with such workes of the pen as becometh an humble writer to present to such a worthie Ladie so searching my simple storehouse of studies I found fit for my purpose though farre vnmeet for your reading a dolefull discourse of a haplesse man penned long a goe to bee looked on but cast carelesly aside therefore nowe reuiued againe to manifest his misfortunes that willinglie would not depart the world till his whole pilgrimage were well known to the best sort of people as the verses that followes shal amply declare which verses I commit to your ladiships iudgement and viewe wishing you much honour and good Fortune with encrease of vertue A TRAGICAL DISCOVRSE OF THE Haplesse mans life COme Courties al draw néere my morning hers Come heare my knell ere corse to church shal goe Or at the least come read this woefull verse And last farwell the haples penneth so And such as doth his life and manners kno Come shed some teares and sée him painted out That restles here did wander world about O pilgrimes poore presse néere my pagent nowe And note ful wel the part that I haue playd And wisely waye my thriftles Fortune throwe And print in brest ech word that héere is said Shrinke not my friends step forth stand not afrayd Though monstrous hap I daily héere possest Some swéeter chaunce may bring your hearts to rest For though the wretch in cold and hunger lies The happie wight in pompe and pleasure sits The weake falls downe where mightie folke aries The sound feeles not the féeble ague fits So world you wot doth serue the finest wits The wise at will can walke where shins the Sun And to the streame and floud ech fish will run And hap falles not to euery man a like Some sleepes full sound yet hath the world at call Some leapes the hedge some lights amid the dike Some sucks the sweat and some the bitter gall The vse of things blynd destnie giues vs all So though you sée ten thousand soules in hell Yet may you hope in heauens blisse to dwell Let my mishap a worldly wonder be For few can finde the fruit that I did tast Ne leaues nor bowes I found vpon the trée And where I ploud the Ground lay euer wast A man would thinke the child was borne in hast Or out of time that had such lucke as I For loe I looke for Larkes when falles the skye No soyle nor seat nor season serues my turne Ech plot is sowne with sorowe where I goe On mountaine top they say where torch should burn I find but smoke and lothsome smothring woe Neere Fountaine head where springs doe daily floe Cold yse I get that melts with warmth of hand So that I starue where Cocke and Cundits stand I quench small thirst where thousands drinke bib An empty cup I carry cleane away And though as leane as rake is euery rib And hollow chéekes doth hidden griefe bewray The riche cats all the poore may fast and pray No butter cleaus vpon my bread at néede When hungry maw thinkes throate is cut indéede The shallow brokes where little fishe are found I shun and séeke the Seas to swyin thereon Yet
people good Now bid al wiues defie this deuilish arte For my conceite is such a deadly darte That where I goe or walke in any place Me thinkes my faults are written in my face This discarded Gentlewoman went awalking twentye yeares and yet cannot finde the waie home to her husband FINIS To the right Worshipfull my Ladie Wawllar wife to the Souldioer-like Knight Sir VVater Wawllar I Had almost good Madam forgotte what I promised of my self touching a Book to be Printed yet at the kniting vp of a tedius tale I remeÌ„bred how to keepe promise and a friend bethought me of som matter pertaining to that cause waying that light and slender discourses became not me to offer nor your Ladishippe to heare So happening on a dolefull and tragicall Treatise I preferd it to your reading knowing that some humor of sorrow or sorrowfull penned matter would be answerable to your graue consistderation in which discourse following are numbers of heauie causes tâ—eated on and touched so narrowlie with a cleare conceite of the writer that no one point or other pertaining to a ruefull rehearsall of troubles is forgotten And though the tale seemeth long the varietie and life of words it bringeth shall I doubt not shorten the time that is spent in reading for that euerie passion of mind trouble of bodie and disquietnesse of the Soule is amplie and plainelie explained and vnfolded by that which followeth translated out of another language taught to speake English to those that vnderstandeth the heauie haps of such as haue fallen into misfortune so knitting vp my Booke with this discourse I expresse the matter I haue spoken of A DOLLFVLL DISCOVRSE OF A great Lorde and a Ladie Translated out of French into English DRaw néere good mindes that sadly markes the sway of worldly broyles And heare what I at large can say of troubles tumbling toyles Which did befall in forraine Land tweene two of Noble race To whose mishap and hatefull fate a world it selfe giues place Not long agoe the case so stood a Lord of great estate In natiue Soyle by destnies loâ— a Ladies fauour gate With whom he ioynde a hazard great his liking led him so That neyther feare of frowning Gods nor dread of earthly â—oe Could make him staine his plighted troth such constant mind hee bare For which this noble Fawkon may with turtle true compare But well away alas for woe his griefe thereby beganne In Prince displeasure throw this prank fell â—o this Noble man And Cesar frowing on the fact there was no other boote But flie the Realme or prostrate fall Full flat at Cesars foote O states by this come learne to stoupe no stoutnesse can preuayle When from the Heauens stormes do blow and striketh downe your sayle From thunder cracks both man and beast yea Sunne and Moone doth flie The Earth and all that liues below doth feare the ratling skie When Gods are moued in lowring clouds like dusky Mantles blacke The troubled ayre to mortall men doth threaten ruine and wracke I turnde my talke from such Discourse and treat of that turmoyle Which long this Knight and Ladie felt at home in Countrey soyle And somewhat of the cares abroade that hee perforce did taste I meane to write so that as troth my verses bee embraste For troth and time that tries out Gold â—ath tempreâ— so my talke That penne nor muse no pleasures takes on doubtfull ground to walke Now when these states with linkes of loue were tyds together fast And many a sad and heauy thought betweene them both had past Of Princes grace and fauour great to which regard they tooke As chiefest thing and onely cause Whereon they ought to looke They wayde in ballance of their breastes what â—ittest serude their turnes And like as wood takes flame of fire and so to Sinders burnes So through the heape of this mishapp they felt such sorrow thoe As though hard destnie swore they should consume themselues with woe The Ladie lost her fréedome straight the Gods had so decréed Her knight by sodaine flight abroad made vertue of a néede And liuing there with lingring hope in forraine Countrey straunge Where absence might through present toyes in some men worke a chaunge Hée stoode as firme as marble stone and kept both troeth and toutch To her who found few friendes at home and heartes disease was much Yea though this knight with offers great and treasure tempted was As they full well can witnesse beare which saw this matter pas Yet small account of Fortune new hee made for still in breast Was shrinde the Sainct that stonie walles and prison had possest No feere nor friend nor fellow-mate this Troylus mind might moue This Fawcon scornd to pray abroad at home hee left his loue Full many a sigh and heauie looke hee sent along the Seas And wisht himselfe in fetters fast to doe his Ladie ease What griefe of mind and torment strange shée suffred all that while Is knowen to those that bondage féeles whose friendes are in exile Could mischiefe fall on both the sides more harder then it did The one from ioy and worldly pomp in prison closely hid The other forst by fatall chaunce to seeke his fortune out And shonning daunger found â—ispayre in wandring Worlde about But waying well a Subiectes State and what was duties boundes Hee yeelded straight to open harmes for feare of secret woundes And ventring life yea Landes and goodes to heepe his name from blot And to requite with hazardes hard the loue that hee had got From Spaine with speede he did returne and setting foote on Lande Hee put his cause in Iustice dome and Noble Princes hande Though in the yoke with free consent the humble heart did fall The heauens stoode so out of tune hee gate no grace at all And clapped vp full fast in hold a Prisoners parte hee playes Where griping griefes gréeuous grones consumde his gladsome dayes Whiles hee aloofe full long remaynde and out of daunger crepte The dolfull Dame in great dispayre his absence sore bewept Yet great regard to promise past shee had as world well wist And therefore often wrong her handes when that her Knight shée mist. But now began the boistrous blastes to blow in bloudy brest And now the gulfe of sighes and sobs burst out with great vnrest For lo one house held both these wights yet both a sunder were And bâ—th in like displeasure stoode yea ech of both did feare Of Princes wrath and worlds disgrace a heauy tale to tell A plague past hope of heauens blisse a torment and a hell That is without redemption sure but what should more be saide Thus vnder locke and barred dores these Iewels safely laide They must abide the happy hours that God appoints in skies And drinke vp water swéete or sowre or what shal happe to rise The prison then did plead their case the wals both deafe and dum Did show by signes of fréedome gone what sorrowes were