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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

before The daunce of Death which all must runne on row The howre wherein onely himselfe doth know If man would minde what burdens life doth bring what grieuous crimes to God he doth commit what plagues what perill thereby spring with no sure howre in all his daie to sit He would sure thinke as with great cause I doe The day of death is happier of the two Death is the doore whereby we draw to ioye Life is the lacke that drowneth all in paine Death is so dole it seaseth all awaie Life is so lend that all it yeeldes is vaine And as by life in bondage man is brought Euen so by Death is freedome likewise wrought wherefore with Paule let all men wishe and praie To be dissolued of this foule fleshly masse Or at the least be arm'd against the daie That they be found good souldiours prest to passe From life to death from death to life againe And such a life as euer shall remaine FINIS D. S. 51. If thou desire to liue in quiet rest Giue eare and see but say the best IF thou delight in quietnesse of life Desire to shun from braules debate and strife To liue in loue with God with friend and fo In rest shalt sleepe when others can not so Giue eare to all yet do not all beleeue And see the ende and then doe sentence giue But say for truth of happie liues assinde The best hath he that quiet is in minde FINIS W. Hunis 52. Beyng forsaken of his frend he complayneth WHy should I linger long to liue In this disease of fantasie Since Fortune doth not cease to giue Thinges to my minde most contrarie And at my ioyes doth lowre and frowne Till she hath tourned them vpsidowne A frend I had to me most deare And of long time faithfull and iust There was no one my hart so neare Nor one in whom I had more trust whom now of late without cause why Fortune hath made my enemy The grasse me thinkes should grow in Skie The Starres vnto the earth cleaue fast The water streame should passe awrie The windes should leaue their strength of blast The Sunne and Moone by one assent Should both forsake the firmament The fish in ayre should flie with finne The foules in floud should bring forth fry All thinges me thinkes should erst beginne To take their course vnnaturally Afore my frend should alter so without a cause to be my foe But such is Fortunes hate I say Such is his will on me to wreake Such spite he hath at me alway And ceasseth not my hart to breake with such despite of crueltie wherfore then longer liue should I. FINIS E. S. 45. Prudence The historie of Damacles and Dionise WHo so is set in Princely throne and craueth rule to beare Is still beset on euery side with perill and with feare High trees by stormy windes are shakt and rent vp from the ground And flashly flackes of lightning flames on turrets doe rebound When little shrubes in safetie lurke in couert all alow And freshly florish in their kinde what euer winde doe blow The cruell kyng of Scisile who fearing Barbares handes was wont to singe his beard himselfe with coale and fire brandes Hath taught vs this the proofe wherof full plainely we may see Was neuer thing more liuely touched to shew it so to bee This kyng did seeme to Damacles to be the happiest wight Because he thought none like to him in power or in might who did alone so farre excell the rest in his degree As doth the Sunne in brightnesse cleare the darkest starre we see wilt thou then sayd this cruell kyng proue this my present state Possesse thou shalt this seate of myne and so be fortunate Full gladly then this Damacles this proferd honour tooke And shooting at a Princely life his quiet rest forsooke In honours seate then was he plast according to his will Forthwith a banquet was prepard that he might feast his fill Nothing did want wherein twas thought that he could take delite To feede his eye to fill his mouth or please the appetite Such store of plate I thinke in Greece there scarsly was so much His seruitures did Angels seeme their passing shape was such No daintie dish but there it was and thereof was such store That through out Greece so Princely cheare was neuer sene before Thus while in pompe and pleasures seate this Damacles was plast And did begin with gladsome hart ech daintie dish to tast At length by chaunce cast vp his eyes and gan the house to vew And saw a sight that him enforst his Princely state to rew A sword forsooth with downward poinct that no stronger thred Then one horse heare that peised it direct vpon his hed Wherewith he was so sore amas'd and shooke in euery part As though the sword that hong aboue had stroke him to the hart Then all their pleasures tooke their leaue and sorrow came in place His heauy hart the teares declard that trickled downe his face And then forthwith with sobbing voyce besought the king of grace That he would licence him with speede to depart out of that place And sayd that he full long enough had tried now with feare What tis to be a happie man and princely rule to beare This deede of thine oh Dionise deserues immortall fame This deede shall alwayes liue with prayse though thou didst liue with shame Whereby both kinges be put in mynde their daungers to be greate And subiectes be forbid to climbe high steppes of honours seate FINIS M. Edwardes 55. Fortitude A young man of Aegipt and Valerian EChe one deserues great prayse to haue but yet not like I thinke Both he that can sustaine the yoke of paynes and doth not shrinke And he whom Cupids couert craft can nothing moue at all Into the hard and tangled knots of Venus snares to fall Besturre you then who so delightes in vertues race to runne The flying boye with bow ibent by strength to ouercome As one did once when he was yong and in his tender dayes Whose stoute and noble deede of his hath got immortall prayse The wicked Romaines did pursue the silly Christians than What time Valerian Emperour was a wicked cruell man who spared not with bloudy draughtes to quench his owne desire Dispatching all that stuck to Christ with hot consuming fire At length a man of tender yeares was brought before his sight Such one as nature seemed to make a witnesse of her might For euery part so well was set that nothing was depraued So that the cruell king himselfe would gladly him haue saued So loth he was to see a worke so rare of natures power So finely built so sodainly destroyed within an hower Then meanes he sought to ouercome or win him at the lest To slip from Christ whom he before had earnestly profest A bed prepard so finely dect such diuers pleasaunt smells That well it might appeare a place where pleasure onely dwells By him

wish no other fees But when that stormes beset me round such succour God me send That I may finde a friendly Tree that will me well defend No Tree there is which yeeldes no good to some that doth it seeke And as they are of diuers kindes their vses are vnlike The Ewe Tree serue the Bowyers tourne the Ashe the Coupers arte The puissant Oke doth make the poste the Pine some other parte The Elme doth helpe to hide the birdes in wearie UUinters night The Briers I gesse are nothing worthe they serue but for despight The willow wisht I farre from hence good will deserue no wrong The Sallow well may serue their states that sing so sad a song The Boxe and Beeche eche for himselfe aboue the rest doth boste The Eglantine for pleasure oft is pricked vpon the poste The Hauthorne is so sad in price the Baies doe beare the bell And that these Baies did bring no blisse I like it not so well As erst I doe that seemely Tree by which those bayes I found And wherewithall vnwittingly I tooke so great a wound As if the tree by which I leane doth lend me no reliefe There is no helpe but downe I fall so great is growne my griefe And therefore at the last I craue this fauour for to finde when euery tree that here is tolde begins to grow vnkinde The B. for beautie whome I boste and shall aboue the rest That B. may take me to her trust for B. doth please me best It likes me well to walke the way where B. doth keepe her bower And when it raynes to B. I run to saue me from the shower This braunch of B. which here I meane to keepe and chiefly craue At becke vnto this B. I bow to serue that beautie braue What shall I say the time doth passe the tale to tedious is though soth to leaue yet leaue I must and say no more but this I wish this B. I might embrace when as the same I see A league for life then I require betwene this B. and me And though vnworthy yet good will doth worke the way herein And B. hath brought the same aboue which beautie did begin Finis 59. In commendation of Musicke WHere griping grief the hart would wound doleful dumpes the minde oppresse There Musick with her siluer sound is wont w t speede to geue redresse Of troubled mindes for euery sore sweete Musicke hath a salue in store In ioy it makes our mirth abound in grief it cheeres our heauy sprites The carefull head relief hath found by Musickes pleasaunt sweete delites Our senses what should I say more are subiect vnto Musickes lore The Gods by Musicke hath their pray the foule therein doth ioy For as the Roman Poets say in seas whom Pirates would destroy A Dolphin saude from death most sharpe Arion playing on his Harpe Of heauenly gift that turnes the minde like as starne doth rule the ship Oh Musicke whom the Gods assignde to comfort man whō cares would nip Sith thou both man beast doest moue what wisman then wil thee reproue FINIS 60. A Dialogue betweene the Authour and his Eye Aucthour MY Eye why doest thou light on that which was not thine UUhy hast thou with thy sight thus slaine an heart of mine O thou vnhappie Eye would God thou hadst bene blinde UUhen first thou didst her spye for whome this griefe I finde Eye UUhy sir it is not I that doe deserue such blame Your fancie not your Eye is causer of the same For I am ready prest as Page that serues your ease To search what thing is best that might your fansie please Aucthour I sent thee foorth to see but not so long to bide Though fancie went with thee thou wert my fancies guide Thy message being done thou mightst returne againe So Cupid Venus sonne no whit my heart should paine Eye Where fancie beareth sway there Cupid will be bold And reason flies away from Cupids shaft of gold If you finde cause thereby some deale of painefull smart Alas blame not your eye but blame consent of hart Aucthour My hart must I excuse and lay the fault on thee Because thy sight did chuse when hart from thought was free Thy fight thus brought consent consent hath bred my griefe And griefe bids be content with sorrow for reliefe FINIS W. Hunnis 61. Finding no ioye he desireth death THe Connie in his Caue the Ferret doth annoye And fliyng thence his life to saue himselfe doth he destroye His berrie round about beset with Hunters snares So that when he to scape starts out is caught therein vnwares Like choise poore man haue I to bide and rest in Loue Or els from thence to flie as bad a death to proue I see in Loue no rest vnkindnesse doth pursue To rent his heart out of his brest which is a Louer true And if from Loue I starte as one that Loue forsakes Then pensiue thoughtes my heart doth pearce and so my life it takes Then thus to flie or bide hard is the choise to chuse Since death hath camp'd and trenched ech side and saith life now refuse Content I am therefore my life therein to spend And death I take a salue for sore my wearie dayes to ende And thus I you require that faithfull Loue professe UUhen carcase cased in his Chest and body laid on hearse Your brinish teares to saue such as my corse shall moue And therewith write vpon my graue behold the force of Loue. FINIS W. Hunnis ¶ Hope well and haue well IN hope the shipman hoyseth sayle in hope of passage good In hope of health the sick man deth suffer losse of bloud In hope the prisoner linckt in chaines hopes libertie to finde Thus hope breedes health and health breedes ease to euery troubled minde In hope desire gets victorie in hope great comfort springes In hope the Louer liues in ioyes he feares no dreadfull stinges In hope we liue and may abide such stormes as are assignde Thus hope breedes health and health breedes ease to euery troubled mind In hope we easily suffer harme in hope of future time In hope of fruite the paines seemes sweete that to the tree doth clime In hope of Loue such glory growes as now by proofe I finde That hope breedes health and health breedes ease to euery trobled minde FINIS W. Hunnis He requesteth some freendly comfort affirming his constancie THe mountaines hie whose loftie topps doth meete the hautie skie The craggy rocke that to the Sea free passage doth deny The aged Oke that doth resist the force of blustering blast The pleasaunt hearbe that euery where a fragrant smell doth cast The Lions force whose courage stout declares a princelike might The Eagle that for worthines is borne of kinges in fight The Serpent eke whose poyfoned iawes doth belch out venime vile The lothsome Tode that shunneth light and liueth in exile These these I say and thousandes more by tract of time decay And like

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

hue May breedes and bringes new bloud May marcheth throughout euery lim May makes the mery mood May pricketh tender hartes their warbling notes to tune Full straunge it is yet some we see do make their May in Iune Thus thinges are straungely wrought whiles ioyfull May doth last Take May in time when May is gone the pleasaunt time is past All ye that liue on earth and haue your May at will Reioyce in May as I doe now and vse your May with skill Use May while that you may for May hath but his time UUhen all the fruite is gone it is to late the Tree to clime Your liking and your lust is fresh whiles May doth last When May is gone of all the yeare the pleasaunt time is past FINIS M. Edwardes 7. Fayre wordes make fooles fayne IN youthfull yeares when first my young desires began To pricke me forth to serue in court a slender tall young man My fathers blessing then I asked vpon my knee UUho blessing me with trembling hand these wordes gan say to me My sonne God guide thy way and shield thee from mischaunce And make thy iust desartes in Court thy poore estate to aduaunce Yet when thou art become one of the Courtly trayne Thinke on this Prouerbe old quoth he that faire wordes make fooles faine This counsell grauely giuen most straunge appeares to me Till tract of time with open eyes had made me plainly see UUhat subtill sleightes are wrought by painted tales deuise UUhen hollow hartes with frendly shewes the simple do entise To thinke all gold that shines to feede their fond desire Whose shiuering cold is warmde with smoke in steed of flaming fire Sith talke of tickle trust doth breed a hope most vaine This prouerb true by proofe I find that fayre wordes make fooles faine Fayre speech alway doth well where deedes insue faire wordes Faire speech againe alway doth euill that bushes giue for birdes Who hopes to haue fayre wordes to trie his luckie lot If I may counsell let him strike it while the Iron is hot But them that feed on cloddes in steed of pleasant grapes And after warning often giuen for better lucke still gapes Full loath I am yet must I tell them in wordes plaine This prouerb old proues true in them that faire wordes make fooles faine Wo worth the time that wordes so slowly turne to deedes Wo worth the time that fayre sweet flowres are growne to rotten weedes But thrise wo worth the time that truth away is fled UUherein I see how simple hartes with wordes are vainely fed Trust not fayre wordes therefore where no deedes do insue Trust wordes as skilfull Falkners do trust Haukes that neuer flue Trust deedes let wordes be wordes which neuer wrought me gaine Let my experience make you wise and let wordes make fooles faine FINIS M. Edwardes 8. In his extreame sickenesse WHat grieues my bones and makes my body faint UUhat prickes my flesh and teares my head in twaine UUhy do I wake when rest should me attaint UUhen others laugh why do I liue in paine I tosse I turne I chaunge from side to side And stretch me oft in sorrowes linckes betide I tosse as one betost in waues of care I turne to flie the woes of loathsome life I chaunge to spie if death this corpes might spare I stretch to heauen to rid me of this strife Thus do I stretch and chaunge and tosse and turne UUhile I in hope of heauen my life do burne Then hold thee still let be thy heauinesse Abolish care forget thy pining woe For by this meanes sone shalt thou find redresse When oft betost hence thou to heauen must goe Then tosse and tourne and tumble franke and free O happie thrise when thou in heauen shalt be FINIS L. Vaux 9. Eor Christmas day Reioyce reioyce with hart and voyce In Christes byrth this day reioyce FRom virgins wombe this day did spring The precious seed that onely saued man This day let man reioyce and sweetly sing Since on this day saluation first began This day did Christ mans soule from death remoue With glorious sainctes to dwell in heauen aboue This day to man came pledge of perfect peace This day to man came loue and vnity This day mans griefe began for to surcease This day did man receiue a remedy For ech offence and euery deadly sin With gilty hart that erst he wandred in In Christes flocke let loue be surely plaste From Christes flocke let concord hate expell Of Christes flocke let loue be so embraste As we in Christ and Christ in vs may dwell Christ is the authour of vnity From whence proceedeth all felicitie O sing vnto this glittering glorious king O praise his name let euery liuing thing Let hart and voyce like Belles of siluer ring The comfort that this day did bring Let Lute let Shalme with sound of sweet delight The ioy of Christes birth this day resight FINIS F. Kindlemarshe 10. For Easter day AL mortall mēn this day reioyce in Christ that you redemed hath By death with death sing we with voyce to him that hath appeasde Gods wrath Due vnto man for sinfull path wherein before he went astray Giue thankes to him with perfect faith that for mankinde hath made this glorious day This day he rose from tombe againe wherein his precious corse was layd Whom cruelly the Iewes had slaine with bloudy woundes full ill arayd O man be now no more dismaid if thou hencefoorth from sinne do stay Of death thou needest not to be afrayde Christ conquered death for this his glorious day His death preuayled had no whit as Paule the Apostle well doth write Except he had vprised it from death to life by godlike might With most triumphant glittering light This daie his glory shined I say and made vs bright as sunne this glorious day O man arise with Christ therefore since he from sin hath made thee free Beware thou fall in sinne no more but rise as Christ did rise for thee So mayest thou him in glory see when he at day of doome shall say Come thou my child and dwell with me God graunt vs all to see that glorious day FINIS Iasper Heiwood 11. For Whitsonday COme holy Ghost eternall God and ease the wofull griefe That through the heapes of heauy sinne can no where find reliefe Doe thou O God redresse The great distresse Of sinfull heauinesse Come comfort the afflicted thoughtes of my consumed hart O rid the pearcing pinching paines of my tormenting smart O holy Ghost graunt me That I by thee From sinne may purged be Thou art my God to thee alone I will commend my cause Nor glittering gold nor precious stone shall make me leaue thy lawes O teach me then the way Whereby I may Make thee my onely stay My lippes my tongue my hart and all shall spread thy mighty name My voyce shall neuer cease to sound the praises of the same Yea euery liuing thing Shall sweetly sing To

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