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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

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

thee O heauenly king FINIS F. Kindlemarsh 12. No pleasure without some payne SUUeet were the ioyes that both might like and last Straunge were the state exempt from all distresse Happie the life that no mishap should tast Blessed the chaunce might neuer chaunge successe UUhere such a life to lead or state to proue UUho would not wishe that such a life were loue But O the sowrie sauce of sweet vnsure UUhen pleasures flie and flie with wast of winde The trustlesse traines that hoping harts allure UUhen sweet delightes do but allure the minde UUhen care consumes and wastes the wretched wight UUhile fancie feedes and drawes of her delight UUhat life were loue if loue were free from paine But O that paine with pleasure matcht should meet UUhy did the course of Nature so ordaine That sugred sowre must sauce the bitter sweet UUhich sowre from sweet might any meanes remoue UUhat hap what heauen what life were like to loue FINIS W. Hunis 13. Who myndes to bryng his Shippe to happy shore Must care to know the lawes of wisedomes lore MY frend if thou wilt credite me in ought To whom the truth by triall well appeares Nought worth is wit till it be dearely bought There is no wisedome but in hoarie heares Yet if I may of wisedome oft define As well as others haue of happinesse Then to my wordes my frend thy eare encline The thinges that make thee wise are these I gesse Feare God and know thy selfe in ech degree Be frend to all familiar but to few To light of credite see thou neuer bee For triall ought in trust doth treason shew To others faultes cast not to much thy eye Accuse no man of guilt amende thy owne Of medling much doth mischief ought arise And oft debate by tickle tongue is sowne What thing thou wilt haue hid to none declare In word or deede beware of had I wist So spend thy good that some thou euer spare For frendes like Haukes do soare from emptie fist Cut out thy coate according to thy cloth Suspected persons see thou alwayes flee Beleeue not him that once hath broke his troth Nor yet of gift without desert be free Time quickly slippes beware how thou it spend Of wanton youth repentes a painfull age Begin nothing without an eye to th'end Nor bow thine eare from counsaile of the sage If thou to farre let out thy fancie slip And witlesse will from reasons rule outstart Thy folly shall at length be made thy whip And sore the stripes of shame shall cause thee smart To doe to much for old men is but lost Of frendship had to women comes like gayne Bestow not thou on children to much cost For what thou doest for these is all in vayne The old man or he can requite he dies Unconstant is the womans wauering minde Full soone the body thy frendship will despise And him for loue thou shalt vngratefull finde The aged man is like the barraine ground The woman like the reede that wagges with winde There may no trust in tender yeares be found And of the three the boy is most vnkinde If thou haue founde a faithfull frend in deede Beware thou lose not loue of such a one He shall sometime stand thee in better steede Then treasure great of gold or precious stone FINIS Iasper Heiwood 14. Of the vnconstant stay of Fortunes giftes IF Fortune be thy stay thy state is very tickle She beares a double face disguised false and fickle This day she seemes to smile to morow will she frowne What now she sets aloft anone she throweth downe Flye Fortunes slye deceipte let Uertue be thy guide If that you doe intende in happy state to abide Upon the setled rocke thy building surest standes Away it quickely weares that resteth on the sandes Dame Uertue is the rocke that yeldes assured stay Dame Fortune is the sande that scoureth soone away Chose that is certaine let thinges vncertaine passe Preferre the precious gold before the brittle glasse Slye Fortune hath her sleightes she playes vpon the packe Looke whom she fauours most at length she turnes to wracke But Uertue simply deales she shuns deceptfull traine Who is by Uertue raised vp shall neuer fall againe Sticke fast to Uertue then that giues assured trust And fly from Fortunes frekes that euer proue vniust FINIS F. K. 15. Promise is debt IN my accompt the promise that is vowed Emong the good is holden such a debt As he is thought no whit to be allowed That setteth light his promise to forget And for my part I will not linke in loue UUith fickle folke whose fancies ought remoue My happy gayne I doe esteeme for such As few haue founde in these our doubtfull dayes To finde a frend I thinke it be as much As to win a fort full fraught of noble prayse Of all the goodes that there may be possest A faithfull frend I iudge to be the best O frendly league although to late begun Yet time shall trye our troth as well imployed And that we both shall see that we haue doen Such fastned fayth as can not be destroyed By enuious rage or slaunders bitter blow That alwayes seekes the good to ouerthrow FINIS R. Hill 16. No wordes but deedes THe wrong is great the payne aboue my power That yeldes such care in doubtfull dens to drowne Such hap is hard where Fortune doth so lower As frendly looke is tournd to froward frowne Is this the trust that faithfull frendes can finde With those that yet haue promise broke By deedes in doubt as though no wordes can binde A vowed frend to hold him to his yoke O faithlesse frend what can assure your minde That doubtes so soone before you haue cause why To what hard hap doth Fortune here me binde UUhen wordes nor deedes can no where satisfie UUhat can I write that hath not oft bene sayd UUhat haue I sayd that hath not bene affirmed UUhat not approued that ought to be assayed Or what is vowed that shall not be performed Cast of mistrust in hast no credite giue To this or that that breedeth frendes vnrest No doubt at all but trust me if I liue My deedes shall proue that all is for the best And this beleeue the sea shall cease to flow The sunne to shine within the setled skie All thinges on earth shall leaue to spring and grow Yea euery foule shall want his winges to flie Eare I in thought shall seeme once to retire If you my frend remaine as I desire Now lose no time but vse that while you may Forget not this a Dogge shall haue a day FINIS R. D. 17. He desireth exchaunge of life THe day delayed of that I most doe wish UUherewith I feede and starue in one degree UUith wish and want still serued in one dish A liue as dead by proofe as you may see To whom of old this Prouerbe well it serues UUhile grasse doth grow the silly horse he sterues Tweene these

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

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

go free shall reason yeld to raging will Is thraldome like to libertie wilt thou exchaunge thy good for ill Then shalt thou learne a childish play and of each part to tast and proue The lookers on shall iudge and say lo this is he that liues by Loue. Thy wits with thoughts shal stand at stay thy head shal haue but heauy rest Thy eyes shal watch for wanton praies thy tong shal shew thy harts request Thy eares shall heare a thousand noise thy hand shall put thy pen to paine And in the end thou shalt dispraise thy life so spent for such small gaine If loue and list might euer cope or youth might run in reasons race Or if strong sute might win sure hope I would lesse blame a louers case For loue is hot with great desire and sweet delight makes youth so fond That little sparks will proue great fire and bring free harts to endles bonds First count the care and then the coste marke what fraud in faith is found Then after come and make thy boast shew some cause why thou art bound For when the wine doth run full low you shall be faine to drinck the lies And eat the flesh full well I know that hath been blown with many flies We see where great deuotion is the people kneele and kisse the crosse And though we find small fault of this yet some will gilt a bridles bosse A foole his bable will not chaunge not for the scepter of a King A louers life is nothing straunge for youth delights none other thing FINIS Tho. Churchyard 25. Wanting his desire he complayneth THe sailyng ships with ioy at length do touch their long desired port The hewing axe the oke doth wast and battryng Canon breaks the fort Hard hagred haukes stope to the lure wild colts in time the bridle tames There is nothing so out of vre but to his kinde long tyme it frames Yet this I finde in tyme no tyme can winne my sute Though oft the tree I climbe I cannot catche the fruite And yet the pleasaunt braunches oft in yeldyng wise to me they bow UUhen I would touch they spring sone are they gone I wote not how Thus I present that fleetyng floud the Tantalus in hell below UUould God my case she vnderstoode which can full soone relieue my woe UUhich if to her were knowen the fruite were surely myne She would not let me grone and brouse vpon the rine But if my ship with tackle torne with rented sayles must needes retire And streame and winde haue playnly sworne by force to hinder my desire Like one that strikes vpon the rockes my weary wracke I should be waile And learne to know false fortunes mockes who smiles on me to small auaile Yet sith she onely can my rented Ship restore To helpe her wracked man but once I seeke no more FINIS M. Edwardes 28. Trie before you trust IN frendes are found a heape of doubtes that double dealyng vse A swarme of such I could finde out whose craft I can accuse A face for loue a harte for hate these faigned frendes can beare A tongue for troth a head for wiles to hurt ech simple care In humble poort is poyson part that plainnesse can not spye UUhich credites all and can not see where stingyng Serpentes lye Through hasty trust the harmelesse harte is easely hampred in And made beleeue it is good gold when it is Lead and Tin The first deceipt that bleres myne eyes is faigned fayth profest The second trappe is gratyng talke that gripes eche straungers brest The third deceipt is greetyng wordes with colours painted out UUhich bids suspect to feare no smart nor dread no daungerous doubt The fourth and last is long repayre which creepes in friendships lap And dayly hauntes that vnder trust deuiseth many a trap Loe how false friendes can frame a fetch to win their will with wiles To sauce their sleights with sugred sops and shadow harme with smiles To serue their lustes are sundry sortes by practise diuers kindes Some caries hony in their mouthes and venoume in their mindes Me thinkes the stones within the streetes should cry out in this case And euery one that doth them meet should shunne their doubble face FINIS D. S. 27. A Lady forsaken complayneth IF pleasures be in paynfulnes In pleasures doth my body rest IF ioyes accord with carefulnes A ioyfull hart is in my brest If prison strong be liberty In liberty long haue I been If ioyes accord with miserie who can compare a life to mine Who can vnbind that is sore hound who can make free that is full thrall Or how can any meanes be found to comfort such a wretch withall None can but he that hath my hart conuert my paynes to comfort then Yet since his seruant I became most like a bondman haue I been Since first in bondage I became my wordes and deedes were euer such That neuer once he could me blame except from louing him too much Which I can iudge no iust offence nor cause that I deserue disdaine Except he meane through false pretence throgh forged loue to make a traine Naie naie alas my faigned thoughts my friended and my faigned ruth My pleasures past my present plaints shew wel I meane but to much truth But since I cannot him attaine against my will I let him go And least he glory at my paine I will attempt to cloke my woe Youth learne by me but do not proue for I haue prooued to my paine What grieuous greefes do grow by loue and what it is to loue in vaine FINIS M. D. 28. Finding worldly ioyes but vanities he wisheth death FOrlorne in filthy froward fate wherein a thousand cares I finde By whom I do lament my state annoyde with fond afflicted minde A wretch in woe and dare not crye I liue and yet I wishe to die The day in dole that seemeth long to passe with sighes and heauy cheare And with these eyes I vewe the wrong that I sustayne by liuyng here UUhere my mishaps as rise do dwell As plagues within the pit of hell A wailyng wight I walke alone in desart dennes there to complayne Among the sauage sort to moue I flee my frendes where they remayne And pleasure take to shunne the sight UUhere erst I felt my great delight A captiue clapt in chaynes of care lapt in the lawes of lethall loue My flesh bones consumed bare with crauling griefes full straunge to proue Though hap doth bid me hope at least UUhiles grasse doth grow yet starues the beast A sieged fort with forraine force for want of ayde must yeld at last So must my wearied pined corse submit it selfe to bitter tast Of craulyng care that crackes my brest Till hope of death shall breake my rest FINIS F. M. ¶ A reply to M. Edwardes Maie I Read a Maiyng rime of late delighted much my eare It may delight as many moe as it shall read or heare To see how

excell Then fame as an indifferent Iudge to end the case they call The prayse pronounced by her to them indifferently doth fall Diana health and strength maintaine Minerua force doth tame And Musicke giues a sweete delight to further others game These three delightes to hautie myndes the worthiest are esteemed If vertue be annexed to them they rightly be so demed UUith ioy they doe reuiue the wit with sorrow oft opprest And neuer suffer solemne grief too long in minde to rest Be wise in mirth and seeke delight the same doe not abuse In honest mirth a happy ioy we ought not to refuse FINIS R. Hill 40. Of a frend and a flatterer A Trustie frend is rare to finde a fawning foe may soone be got A faithfull frend beare still in mynde but fawning so regard thou not A faithfull frend no cloke doth craue to coler knauery withall But Sicophant a gun must haue to beare a port what ere be fall A nose to smell out euery feast a brasen face to set it out A shamelesse child or homely gest whose life doth like to raunge about A fawning foe while wealth doth last a theefe to rob and spoyle his frend As strōg as oke while wealth doth last but rotten sticke doth proue in y e end Looke first then leape beware the mire Burnt child is warnd to dread the fire Take heede my frend remember this Short horse they say soone curried is FINIS M. Edwardes 41. Of sufferaunce commeth ease TO seeme for to reuenge ech wrong in hastie wise By proofe of guiltlesse men it hath not bene the guise In slaunders lothsome brute where they condemned be With ragelesse moode they suffer wrong where truth shall trie them free These are the pacient pangues that passe within the brest Of those that feele their cause by myne where wrong hath right opprest I know how by suspect I haue bene iudg'd awrie And graunted giltie in the thing that clearely I denie My faith may me defend if I might loued bee God iudge me so as from the guilt I know me to be free I wrote but for my selfe the grief was all myne owne As who would proue extremitie by proofe it might be knowne Yet are they such that say they can my meaning deeme Without respect of this old troth thinges proue not as they seeme Whereby it may befall in iudgement to be quicke To make them selues suspect therewith that needed not to kicke Yet in resisting wrong I would not haue it thought I doe amisse as though I knew by whom it might be wrought If any such there be that herewithall be vext It were their vertue to beware and deeme me better next FINIS L. Vaux 43. All thinges are vayne ALthough the purple morning brags in brightnesse of the Sunne As though he had of chased night a glorious conquest wonne The time by day giues place agayne to force of drousie night And euery creature is constrayned to chaunge his lustie plight Of pleasures all that here we cast We feele the contrarie at last In Spring thou pleasaunt Zephirus hath fruitfull earth inspired And neuer hath ech bush ech braunche with blossomes braue attired Yet fruites and flowers as buds and blomes full quickly withered be When stormie winter comes to kill the sommers iolitie By time are got by time are lost All thinges wherein we pleasure most Although the Seas so calmely glide as daungers none appeare And doubt of stormes in skye is none king Phaebus shines so cleare Yet when the boisterous windes breake out and raging waues do swell The selie barke now heaues to heauen now sinckes agayne to hell Thus chaunge in euery thing we see And nothing constaunt seemes to bee Who floweth most in worldly wealth of wealth is most vnsure And he that chiefly tastes of ioy doe sometime woe endure Who vanteth most of numbred frendes forgoe them all he must The fayrest flesh and liuely bloud is tourn'd at length to dust Experience giues a certaine ground That certaine here is nothing found Then trust to that which aye remaines the blisse of heauens aboue UUhich Time nor Fate nor Winde nor Storme is able to remoue Trust to that sure celestiall rocke that restes in glorious throne That hath bene is and must be still our anker hold alone The world is but vanitie In heauen seeke we our suretie FINIS F. Kindlemarshe 44. A vertuous Gentlewoman in the prayse of her loue I Am a virgin fayre and free and freely doe reioyce I sweetly warble sugred notes from siluer voyce For which delightfull ioyes yet thanke I curteous Loue By whose almightie power such sweete delightes I proue I walke in pleasaunt fieldes adorn'd with liuely greene And vewe the fragrant flowers most louely to be seene The purple Columbine the Couslippe and the Lillie The Uiolet sweete the Daizie and Daffadillie The woodbines on the hedge the red Rose and the white And eche fine flowers els that rendreth sweete delight Emong the which I chose all those of seemeliest grace In thought resembling them to my deare louers face His louely face I meane whose golden flouring giftes His euerliuing fame to loftie skye vpliftes UUhom louing me I loue onely for vertues sake UUhen vertuosly to loue all onely care I take Of all which fresh fayre flowers that flower that doth appeare In my conceipt most like to him I hold so deare I gather it I kisse it and eke deuise with it Such kinde of louely speach as is for louers fit And then of all my flowers I make a garland fine UUith which my golden wier heares together I doe twine And set it on my head so taking that delight That I would take had I my louer still in sight For as in goodly flowers myne eyes great pleasure finde So are my louers giftes most pleasaunt to my mynde Upon which vertuous giftes I make more repast Then they that for loue sportes the sweetest ioyes doe tast FINIS F. K. 45. Oppressed with sorrow he wisheth Death IF Fortune may enforce the carefull hart to cry And gripyng grief constraine the wounded wight lament UUho then alas to mourne hath greater cause then I Against whose hard mishap both heauen and earth is bent For whom no helpe remaines for whom no hope is left From whom all happy hap is fled and pleasure quite bereft UUhose life naught can prolong whose health naught can procure UUhose passed proofe of pleasaunt ioy Mischaunce hath chaunged to griefes anoy And loe whose hope of better day Is ouerwhelm'd with long delay Oh hard mishap Eche thing I plainly see whose vertues may auayle To ease the pinching payne which gripes the groning wight By Phisickes sacred skill whose rule doth seldome fayle Through labours long inspect is plainly brought to light I know there is no fruite no leafe no roote no rinde No hearbe no plant no iuice no gum no mettall deepely minde No Pearle no precious stone ne Gem of rare effect Whose vertues learned Gallens bookes

the blossomes good or no Then doe not iudge of me the worse till you haue tried me so As I deserue so then reward I make you iudge of all If I be false in worde or deede let Lightning thunder fall And furies Fell with franticke fittes bereaue and staie my breathe For an example to the rest if I shall breake my faithe FINIS W. Hunnis Complayning of his mishap to his friend he complaineth wittely A. THe fire shall freeze the frost shall frie the frozen mountaines hie B. what straunge thinges hath dame natures force to turne her course awrie A. My loue hath me left and taken a new man B. This is not straunge it happes oft times the truth to scan A. The more is my payne B. her loue then refrayne A. who thought she would flit B. eche one that hath wit A. Is this not straunge B. light loue will chaunge A By skilfull meanes I here reclayme to stoupe vnto my lure B. Such haggard Haukes will soare away of them who can be sure A. With siluer belles and hoode my ioy was her to decke B. She was full gorgde she would the sooner giue the checke A. the more is my payne B. her loue then refrayne A. UUho thought she would flit B. eche one that hath wit A. Is not this straunge B. light loue will chaunge A. Her chirping lips should chirpe to me sweete wordes of her desire B. such chirping birdes who euer sawe to preach still on one Brire A. She sayd she loued me best and would not till she dye B. She sayd in wordes she thought it not as tyme doth trye A. The more is my payne B. her Loue then refrayne A. UUho thought she would flit B. ech one that hath wit A. Is not this straunge B. light Loue will chaunge A. Can no man winne a woman so to make her Loue endure B. To make the Foxe his wiles to leaue what man will put in vre A. why then there is no choyse but all women will chaunge B. As men do vse so some women do Loue to raunge A. The more is my payne B. her Loue then refrayne A. who thought she would flit B. ech one that hath wit A. Is not this straunge B. light Loue will chaunge A. Sith slipper gayne falles to my lot farewell that gliding pray B. Sith that the Dice doth run awrie betimes leaue of thy play A. I will no more lament the thing I may not haue B. Then by exchaunge the losse to come all shalt thou saue A. Loue will I refraigne B. thereby thou shalt gayne A. with losse I will leaue B. she will thee deceiue A. That is not straunge B. then let her raunge FINIS M. Edwardes No paynes comparable to his attempt LIke as the dolefull Doue delightes alone to bee And doth refuse the bloumed branche chusing the leaflesse tree whereon wailyng his chaunce with bitter teares besprent Doth with his bill his tender breast oft pearse and all to rent UUhose greeuous groninges tho whose gripes of pinyng payne whose gastly lookes whose bloudy streames out flowing from ech vayne UUhose falling from the tree whose panting on the grounde Examples be of myne estate tho there appeare no wounde FINIS W. Hunnis He repenteth his follie ALacke when I looke backe vpon my youth thats past And deepely ponder youthes offence and youthes reward at last With sighes and teares I say O God I not denie My youth with follie hath deserued with follie for to dye But yet if euer sinfull man might mercy moue to ruth Good Lord with mercy do forgiue the follies of my youth In youth I rangde the fieldes where vices all did grow In youth alas I wanted grace such vice to ouerthrow In youth what I thought sweete most bitter now do finde Thus hath the follies of my youth with follie kept me blind Yet as the Eagle castes her bill whereby her age renueth So Lord with mercy do forgiue the follies of my youth FINIS W. Hunnis No pleasure without some payne HOw can the tree but wast and wither away That hath not sometime comfort of the Sunne How can that flower but fade and soone decay That alwayes is with darke cloudes runne Is this a life nay death you may it call That feeles eche payne and knoweth no ioy at all What foodlesse beast can liue long in good plight Or is it life where sences there be none Or what auayleth eyes without their light Or els a tongue to him that is alone Is this a life nay death you may it call That feeles eche payne and knowes no ioy at all Whereto serue eares if that there be no sounde Or such a head where no deuise doth grow But all of plaintes since sorrow is the grounde Whereby the hart doth pine in deadly woe Is this a life nay death you may it call That feeles eche payne and knowes no ioy at all FINIS L. Vaux The fruite of feyned frendes IN choyse of frends what hap ha● I to chuse one of Sirens kinde Whose harpe whose pipe whose melodie could feede my eares make me blind UUhose pleasaunt voyce made me forget that in sure trust is great deceipt In trust I see is treason found and man to man deceiptfull is And where as treasure doth abounde of flatterers there do not misse UUhose painted speach and outward shew do seeme as frendes and be not so UUould I haue thought in thee to be the nature of the Crocadill UUhich if a man a sleepe may see with bloudy thirst desires to kill And thē with teares a while gan weepe that death of him thus slaine a sleepe O fauell false thou traitour borne what mischief more might thou deuise Then thy deare frend to haue in scorne and him to wound in sundry wise UUhich still a frend pretendes to be and art not so by proofe I see Fie fie vpon such trecherie W.H. If such false shippes do haunt the shore Strike downe the sayle and trust no more M Edwardes A Dialogue betwene a Gentleman and his Loue. A. SHall I no way win you to graunt my desire B. UUhat woman will graunt you the thing you require A. You onely to loue me is all that I craue B. You onely to leaue me is all I would haue A. My deare alas now say not so B. To loue you best I must say no 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. The swifter I follow then you flie away B. Swift haukes in their flying oft times misse their pray A. Yet some killeth deadly that flie to the marke B. You shall touch no feather therof take no carke A. Yet hope shall further my desire B. You blow the coales and rayse no fire 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.