profest The second trappe is grating talke that gripes each strangers brest The third deceite is greeting wordes with colours painted out Which bids suspect to feare no smart nor dread no dangerous doubt The fourth and last is long repaire which creepes in freendships lap And dayly hauntes that vnder trust deuiseth many a trap Loe how false freendes can frame a fetch to win the wil with wils To sauce their slightes with sugred sops shadow harme with smiles To serue their lustes are sundry sorts by practise diuers kindes Some carries honnie in their mouthes and venime in their mindes Mee thinkes the stones within the streetes should cry out in this case And euery one that doth them meete should shunne their double face FJNJS D. S. 27. A Lady forsaken complayneth JF pleasures be in painfulnes in pleasures doth my body rest If ioyes accord with carefulnes a ioyful hart is in my brest If prison strong is libertie in libertie long haue I bene If ioyes accord with miserie who can compare a life to mine Who can vnbind that is sore bound who can make free that is sore 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 beene Since first in bondage I became my words deedes were euer such That neuer once he could me blame except frō louing him too much Which I can iudge no iust offence nor cause that I deserue disdayne Except he mean through false pretēce through forged loue to make a train nay nay alas my fained thoughts my frēded my fained ruth My pleasures past my present plaints shew wel I mean but to much truth But since I can not him attain against my wil I let him goe And least he glory at my paine I will attempt to cloke my woe Youth learn by me but do not proue for I haue proued to my paine What grieuous griefs do grow by loue what it is to loue in vaine FJNJS M. D. 28. Finding worldly ioyes but vanities he wisheth death FOrlorne in filthy froward fate wherein a thousand cares I find By whom I do lament my state annoyd with fond afflicted mind A wretch in woe and dare not cry I liue and yet I wish to die The day in dole that semeth long I pas with sighes heauy cheere And with these eyes I vewe the wrong that I sustaine by liuing here Where my mishaps as rife doo dwell As plagues within the pit of hell A wailing wight I walk alone in desart dennes there to complaine Among the sauage sort to mone I flee my freends wher they remain And pleasure take to shun the sight Where erst I felt my great delight A captiue clapt in chaynes of care lapt in the lawes of lethal loue My flesh and bones consumed bare with crauling greefes full strange to proue Though hap doth bid me hope at least Whyles grasse doth grow yet statues the beast A seeged fort with forrain force for want of aide must yeeld at last So must my weried pined corse submit it selfe to bitter tast Of crauling care that carkes my brest Till hope or death shall breede my rest FJNJS F. M. 29. A replie to M. Edwards MAY. J Read a maying rime of late delighted much my eare It may delight as many moe as it shall reade or heare To see how there is shewed how May is much of price And eke to May when that you may euen so is his aduice It seemes he meant to may himselfe and so to vse his skill For that the time did serue so well in May to haue his will His onely May was ease of mind so farre as I can gesse And that his may his mind did please a man can iudge no lesse And as himselfe did reape the fruites of that his pleasant May He wils his freende the same to vse in time when as he may He is not for him selfe it seemes but wisheth well to all For that he would they should take May in time when it doth fall So vse your May you may it can not hurtfull be And May well vsed in time and place may make you mery gle Modest maying meetest is of this you may be sure A modest maying quietnes to Mayers doth procure Who may and will not take may wish he had so done Who may and it doth take may thinke he tooke too sone So ioyne your May with wisedomes lore and then you may be sure Who makes his May in other sort his vnrest may procure Some May before May come some May when May is past Some make their May to late and some doe May posthast Let wisedome rule I say your May and thus I make an ende And May that when you list to May a good May God you sende FJNJS M. S. 30. Hauing marryed a worthy Lady and taken away by death he complayneth his mishap JN youth when I at large did lead my life in lusty libertie When heuy thoughts no one did spread to let my pleasant fantasy No fortune seemd so hard could fall This freedome then that might make thrall And twenty yeeres I scarse had spent whē to make ful my happy fate Both treasures great were on me cast with lands titles of estate So as more blest their I stoode than Eke as me thought was neuer man For of Dame Fortune who is he could more desire by iust request Then health with wealth and liberty al which at once I this possest But masking in this ioly ioy A soden sight prooud al a toy For passing on these mery dayes with new deuice of pleasures great And now and their to view the rayes of beauties works with cunning feat In heauenly hewes all which as one I oft behelde but bound to none And one day rowling thus my eyes vpon these blessed wights at ease Amongst the rest one did I se who straight my wādring lokes did sease And stayed them firme but such a sight Of beautie yet saw neuer wight What shal I seke to praise it more wher tōgs cānot wel praise the same But to be short to louers lore I straight my sences all did frame And were it wit or were it chaunce I wonne the Garland in this daunce And thus where I before had thought no hap my fortune might encrease A double blis this chāce forth brought so did my ladies loue me please Her faith so firme and constant such As neuer hart can praise too much But now with tormēts strange I tast the fickle stay of fortunes wheele And where shee raised from high to cast with greater force of griefe to feele For from this hap of soden frowne Of Princes face she threw me downe And thus exchange now hath it made by liberty a thing most deare In hatefull prison for to fade where sundred from my louing feare My wealth and health
blame You woulde not hunt for termes of spight Nor faine me cause of all the same Small honour wonne in such a fight For they that noble minded bee Will rue the case and pittie mee I well allowe your finall clause To gadde and runne doth blot the name But lay the fault vnto the cause And graunt him gilthy of the same Who bred the bud that pleased my foe That greeued my friendes and hurt me soe FJNJS Cressida That Loue is requited by disdaine JN searehe of things that secret are my mated muse began What it might be molested most the head and minde of man The bending brow of Princes face to wrath that doth attend Or want of Parentes wyfe or chylde or losse of faithfull friend The roring of the Canon shot that makes the peece to shake Or terrour such as mighty Ioue from heauen aboue can make All these in fine may not compare experience so doth proue Vnto the tormentes sharpe and straunge of such as be in loue Loue lookes alofte and laughes to scorne all such as greefe anoy The more extreame their passions be the greater is his ioy Thus loue as victor of the field triumphes aboue the rest And ioyes to see his Subiectes lye with liuing death in brest But dire disdayne le ts driue a shafte and gaules this bragging foole He pluckes his plumes vnbendes his bowe and sets him new to scoole Whereby this boy that bragged late as conquerour ouer all Now yeeldes himselfe vnto disdayne his Vassall and his thrall FJNJS W. Hunnis ¶ Of a contented state JN welth we see some welthy men abound in welth most welthily In welth we see those men agayn in welth do liue most wretchedly And yet of wealth hauing more store Then earst of wealth they had before These welthy mē do seme to want they seme to wāt that most they haue The more posses the more they craue the more they craue the greater store That most they haue they think but skant Yet not content wo be therefore The simple men that lesse welth haue with lesser welth we se content Content are they twixt welth and scath a life to leade indifferent And thus of wealth these men haue more Then those of which we spoke before FINIS W. Hunnis Being disdayned he complayneth IF friendlesse faith if guiltlesse thought may shielde If simple truth that neuer meant to swearue If deare desire accepted fruite doe yielde If greedy lust in loyall life doth searue Then may my playnt bewayle my heauie harme That seeking calme haue stumbled on the storme My wonted cheare eclipsed by the cloude Of deepe disdayne through errour of report If wearie woe enwrapped in the shrowde Lies slayne by tongue of the vnfriendly sort Yet heauen and earth ayd all that Nature wrought I call to vowe of my vnspotted thought No shade I seeke in parte to shielde my taynte But simple truth I hunt no other sute On that I gape the issue of my plainee If that I quaile let Iustice me confute If that my place amongest the guiltlesse sort Repay by doome my name and good report Go heauie verse pursue desyred grace Where pittie shrinde in cell of secret brest Awaits my haste the rightfull lot to place And lothes to see the guiltlesse man opprest Whose vertues great hath cround her more with fame Then kingly state though largely shine the same FJNJS L. Vaux Of the meane estate THe higher that the Ceder tree vnto the heauens doe grow The more in daunger is the top when sturdy winds gan blowe Who Iudges then in princely throne to be deuoyde of hate Doth not yet know what heapes of ill lies hid in such estate Such dangers great such gripes of mind such toyle doe they sustain That often times of God they wish to be vnkingd agayn For as the huge and mighty rockes withstand the raging seas So kingdomes in subiection be whereas dame Fortune please Of brittle ioy of smiling cheare of hunny mixt with gall Alotted is to euery prince in freedome to be thrall What watches long what sleepes vnsure what greefe care of mind What bitter broiles what endles toiles to kingdomes be assignd The subiect then may well compare with prince for plesant dayes Whose silent nigh brings quiet rest whose steps no storme bewrayes How much be we then bound to God who such prouision makes To lay our cares vpon the Prince thus doth he for our sakes To him therefore ler vs lift vp our hartes and pray amayn That euery Prince that he hath plaste may long in quiet raigne FJNIS W. H. Of a contentcd minde VVHen all is done and sayd in the end thus shall you finde The most of all doth bath in blisse that hath a quiet minde And cleare from worldly cares to deeme can be content The sweetest time of all this life in thinking to be spent The body subiect is to fickle fortunes power And to a million of mishapps is casuall euery hower And death in time doth chaunge it to a clodde of clay When as the minde which is deuine runnes neuer to decay Companion none is like vnto the minde alone For many haue bene harmd by speech through thinking few or none Few often times restraineth wordes but makes no thoughts to cease And ste he speakes best that hath the skill when for to hold his peace Our wealth leaues vs at death our kinsmen at the graue But vertues of the mynde vnto the heauens with vs haue Wherefore for vertues sake I can be well content The sweetest time of all my life to decine in thinking spent FINIS L. Vaux Trie before you trust TO counsell my estate abandonde to the spoyle Of forged friendes whose grosest fraude it set with finest foyle To verifie true dealing wightes whose trust no treason dreades And all to deare thacquaintaunce be of such most harmefull heads I am aduised thus who so doth friend friend so As though to morrow next he feared for to become a fo To haue a fayned friend no perrill like I finde Oft flering face may mantell best a mischeefe in the minde A payre of Aungels eares oft times doth hide a serpentes hearte Vnder whose gripes who so doth come to late bewayles the smart Wherefore I doe aduise who so doth friend friend so As though to morrow next he should become a mortall fo Refuse respecting friendes that courtly know to fayne For gold that winnes for golde shall lose the self same friend agayne The Quayle needes neuer feare in Fowlers nets to fall If he would neuer bend his eare to listen to his call Therefore trust not to soone but when you friend friend so As though to morrow next ye fearde for to become a fo FJNJS L. Vaux He renounceth all the affectes of Loue. LIke as the Hart that lifteth vp his eares To heare the houndes that hath him in the chase Doth cast the winde in daungers and in feares With flying foote to passe away apace
all thinges are bounden to obey For all his witte and worthy skill doth fade at length and fal away There is nothing but time doth wast The Heauens the Earth consume at last But Vertue sittes triumphing still vpon the Trone of glorious Fame Though spitefull death mans body kill yet hurts he not his vertuous name By life or death what so betides The state of Vertue neuer slides FINIS M. T. 22. Nothing is comparable vnto a faithfull freend SIth this our time of Freendship is so skant Sith Freendship now in euery place doth want Sith euery man of Freendship is so hollowe As no man rightly knowes which way to followe Sease not my Muse sease not in these our dayes To ring loude peales of sacred Freendships prayse If men be now their owne peculier freendes And to their neighbours freendship none pertendes If men of Freendship shewe them selues so bare And of their brethren take no Freendly care Forbeare not then my muse nor feare not then To ring dispraise of these vnfreendly men Did man of Freendship know the mighty power How great effectes it worketh euery houre What store of hidden freendship it retaynes How still it powreth forth aboundant gaines Man would with thee my muse in these our dayes Ring out loude peales of sacred Freendships prayse Freendship releeueth mans necessitie Freendship comforteth mans aduersitie Freendship augmenteth mans prosperitie Freendship preferres man to felicitie Then ring my muse ring out in these our dayes Ring out loude peales of sacred freendships prayse Of Freendship growes loue and charitie By Freendship men are linked in amitie From Freendship springeth all commoditie The fruite of Freendship is fidelitie Oh ring my muse ring out in these our dayes Peale vpon peale of sacred Freendships praise That man with man true freendship may embrace That man to man may shew a freendly face That euery man may sowe such freendly seedes As freendship may be found in freendly deedes And ioyne with thee my Muse in these our dayes To ring loud peales of sacred Freendships prayse FJNJS F. K. 23. Remember thy ende TO be as wise as Cato was or rich as Cresus in his life To haue the strēgth of Hercules which did subdue by force or strife What helpeth it when Death doth call The happy ende exceedeth all The rich may wel the poore releeue the Rulers may redresse ech wrong The learned may good coūsel giue but marke the end of this my song Who doth these thinges happy they call Their happy ende exceedeth all The happiest end in these our dayes that al do seeke both small great Is either for Fame or else for praise or who may sit in highest seate But of these thinges hap what hap shall The happy ende exceedeth all A good beginning ought we see but seeldome standing at one stay For few do like the meane degree their praise at parting some men say The thinges wherto each wight is thrall The happy ende exceedeth all The meane estate that happy life which liueth vnder gouernance Who seekes no hate nor breedes no strife but takes in worth his happy chance If contentation him befall His happy ende exceedeth all The longer life that we desire the more offence doth dayly grow The greater paine it doth require except the Iudge some mercy shew Wherfore I thinke and euer shall The happy ende exceedeth all FJNJS D. S. 24. He perswadeth his freend from the fond Affectes of loue WHy art thou bound maist go fre shal reason yeld to raging will Is thraldom like to liberty wilt thou exchange thy good for ill Then shalt thou learne a childish play and of ech part to tash proue The lookers on shal iudge and say loe this is he that liues by loue Thy wits with thoughts shal stand at stay thy head shal haue but heauy rest Thy eies shal watch for wātō praies thy tōgue shal shew thy harts request Thy eares shal here a M. noise thy hād shal put thy pē to pain And in the end thou shalt dispraise thy life so spent for such smal gaine If loue list might euer cope or youth might run in reasons race Or if strōg sute might win sure hope I wold lesse blame a louers case For loue is hot with great desire sweete delight makes youth so fond That little sparks wil proue great fire bring free hartes to endlesse bond First coūt the care then the cost marke what fraude in faith is foūd Thē after come make thy bost shew some cause why thou art boūd For when the wine doth run ful low you shal be faine to drinke the lies And eate the flesh ful well I know that hath ben blowne with many flies We see where great deuotion is the people kneele kisse the crosse And though we find smal fault of this yet sōe wil gilld a bridles bosse A foole his bable will not change not for the septer of a king A louers life is nothing strange for youth delights none other thing FINIS Tho. Churchyard 25. Wanting his desire he complayneth THe sailing ships with ioy at length do touch their long desired port The hewing axe the Oke doth wast the battring Canō breaks the fort Hard hagard haukes stope to the lure wild colts in time the bridle tames There is nothing so out of vre but to his kind long time it frames Yet this I find in time no time can winne my sute Though oft the tree I climbe I can not catch the fruite And yet the pleasant branches oft in yeelding wise to me do bow Whē I would touch they spring aloft soone are they gone I wot not how Thus I present the sleeting floode like Tantalus in hel below Would God my case she vnderstoode which can full soone releeue my woe Which if to her were knowen the fruite were surely mine She would not let me grone and brouse vpon the rine But if my ship with tackle torne with rented sailes must needs retire And streame wind hath plainly sworn by force to hinder my desire Like one that strikes vpon the rocks my weary wracke I shoulde bewayle And learne to know false fortunes mookes 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 FJNJS M. Edwards 26. Trye before you truste JN freendes are found a heape of doubts that double dealing vse A swarme of such I could find out whose craft I can accuse A face for loue a hart for hate these faigned freendes can beare A tongue for troth a head for wyles to hurt each simple eare In humble port is poyson pact that plainenesse can not spie Which credites all and can not see where stinging serpents lye Through hastie trust the harmelesse heart is easely hampred in And made beleeue it is good gold when it is lead and tin The first deceit that bleares myne eyes is faigned faith
againe The proofe whereof is true to make his worke indure He paines himselfe a newe in hope to dwell more sure And in some secret place a corner of a wall He frameth himselfe a pace to builde and rest withall His pleasure sweete to staie when he to rest is bent And vgly shamble Flee approcheth to his tent And there intendes by force his labours great to win Or els to yeelde his corse by fatall death therein Thus is the Spiders nest from time to time throwne downe And he to labour prest with endlesse paine vnknowne So such as Louers bee like trauell doe attaine Those endlesse works ye see are alwayes full of paine FJNJS M. Hunnis A Louers ioye J Haue no ioy but dreame of ioy and ioy to thinke on ioye A ioy I withstoode for to enioy to finishe mine annoy I hate not without cause alas yet Loue I knowe not why I thought to hate I can not hate although that I should dye A foe most sweete a freend most sower I ioy for to embrace I hate the wrong and not the wight that workt my wofull case What thing it is I knowe not I but yet a thing there is That in my fancie still perswads there is no other blisse The ioyes of life the pangues of death it make me feele eche day But life nor death this humour can deuise to weare away Faine would I die but yet in death no hope I see remaines And shall I liue since life I see a course of sorie paines What is it then that I doe seeke what ioy would I aspire A thing that is diuine belike to high for mans desire FJNJS F. K. Euill to him that euill thinketh THe subtill slily slights that worldly men doe worke The friendly showes vnder whose shade most crafte doeth often lurke Enforceth me alas with yernfull voyce to say Wo worth the wilie heads that seekes the simple mans decay The birde that dreads no guile is soonest caught in snare Eche gentle hart deuoide of craft is soonest brought to care Good nature soonest trapt which giues me cause to say Wo worth the wilie heads that seekes the simple mans decay I see the Serpent vile that lurkes vnder the greene How subtilly he shroudes himselfe that he may not be seene And yet his fosters bane his learing lookes bewray Wo worth the wilie heads that seekes the simple mans decay Wo worth the feining lookes on fauour that we doe waite Wo worth the feined friendly hart that harbours deepe deceite Wo worth the Vipers broode oh thrise wo worth I say All worldly wilie heads that seekes the simple mans decay FJNJS M. Edwards He assureth his constancie WIth painted speache I list not proue my cunning for to trie Nor yet will vse to fill my penne with gilefull flatterie With pen in hand hart in brest shall faithfull promise make To loue you best and serue you most by your great vertues sake And sure dame Nature hath you deckt with gifts aboue the rest Let not Disdaine a harbour finde within your noble brest For Loue hath lead his lawe a like to men of eche degree So that the Begger with the Prince shall Loue as well as he I am no Prince I must confesse nor yet of Princes line Nor yet a brutish Begger borne that feedes among the Swine The fruite shall trie the tree at last 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 fitts bereue and stay my breathe For an example to the rest if I shall breake my faith FJNJS M. Hunnis Complaining his mishapp to his friend he complaineth wittely A. THe fire shall freze the frost shall frie the frozen moūtaines hie B. What straunge thinges hath dame natures force to turne her course awrie A. My Loue hath me left and taken a newe man B. This is not straunge it happes oft times the truth to scan A. The more is my paine B. her Loue then refraine A. Who thought she would flitt B. eche one that hath witt A. Is this not straunge B. light Loue will chaunge A. By skilfull meanes I here reclaime to stoope vnto my lure B. Such haggard Haukes will soare away of them who can be sure A. With siluer bels 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 paine B. her Loue then refraine A. Who thought she would flitt B. eche one that hath witt A. Is not this straunge B. light Loue will chaunge A. Her chirping lips should chirpe to me swete words of her desire B. Such chirping birdes who euer saw to preach still on one brire A. She said she loued me best and would not till she die B. She said in wordes she thought it not as time doth trie A. The more is my paine B. her Loue then refraine A. Who thought she would flitt B. eche one that hath witt 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 choise but all women will chaunge B. As men doe vse so some women doe Loue to raunge A. The more is my paine B. her Loue then refraine A. Who thought she would flitt B. eche one that hath witt A. Is not this straunge B. light Loue will chaunge A. Sith slipper gaine falles to my lot farewell that gliding pray B. Sith that the dice doth runne 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 refraine B. thereby thou shalt gaine A. With losse I will leaue B. she will thee deceaue A. That is not straunge B. then let her raunge FINIS M. Edwardes No paines comparable to his attempt LIke as the dolefull Doue delightes alone to bee And doth refuse the bloumed branche chusing the leaflesse tree Whereon wailing his chaunce with bitter teares besprent Doth with his bill his tender breast oft pearse and all to rent Whose greeuous gronyngs tho whose gripes of pyning paine Whose gastly lookes whose bloudy streames out flowing frō ech vain Whose falling from the tree whose panting on the grounde Examples bee of myne estate tho there appeare no wounde FINIS W. Hunnis He repenteth his follie A Lacke when I looke backe vpon my youth thatz paste And deepely ponder youthes offence youthes reward at laste With sighes and teares I say O God I not denie My youth with follie hath deserued with follie for to die But yet if euer sinfull man might mercie moue to ruthe Good Lorde with mercie doe forgiue the follies of my youthe
In youth I rangde the feeldes where vices all did growe In youth alas I wanted grace such vice to ouerthrowe In youth what I thought sweete most bitter now do finde Thus hath the follies of my youth with folly kept me blind Yet as the Egle castes her bill whereby her age renueth So Lorde with mercy doe forgiue the follies of my youth FJNJS M. Hunnis No pleasure without some paine 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 paine 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 auaileth 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 paine and knowes no ioy at all Whereto serue eares if that there be no sound Or such a head where no deuise doth growe But all of plaintes since sorrow is the ground Whereby the hart doth pine in deadly woe Is this a life nay death you may it call That feeles eche paine and knowes no ioy at all FINIS L. Vaux The fruite of feined friendes JN choise of frends what hap had I to chuse one of cirēs kind whose harp whose pipe whos melody could fede my ears make me blind Whose pleasant voice made me forget that in sure trust is great deceit In trust I see is treason founde and man to man deceitfull is And whereas treasure doth abound of flatterers there doe not misse Whose painted speach outward show do seme as frends be not so Would I haue thought in thee to be the nature of the Crocadill Which if a mā a slepe may see with bloudy thirst desires to kill And then with teares a while gan weepe the death of him thus slaine a sleepe O fauel false thou traitor born what mischief more might thou deuise Then thy deare frend to haue in scorne him to woūd in sundry wise Which still a frende pretends to be and are not so by proofe I see Fie fie vpon such trecherie W. H. If such false Shippes doe haunt the shore Strike downe the saile and trust no more M. Edwards A dialogue betweene a Gentleman and his Loue. A. SHall I no way winne you to graunt my desire B. What 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 flitt B. then play on the bitt B. I will B. doe still A. yet kill not B. I will not A. Make me your man B. beshrewe me than A. The swifter I followe then you flie away B. Swift haukes in their flying oft tymes misse their pray A. Yet some killeth deadly that flie to the marke B. You shall touche no feather thereof take no carke A. Yet hope shall further my desire B. You blowe the coales and raise no fire A. Yet will I not flitt B. then play on the bitt B. I will B. doe still A. yet kill not B. I will not A. Make me your man B. beshrewe me than A. To loue is no daunger where true Loue is ment B. I will Loue no ranger least that I repent A. My Loue is no raunger I make God auow B. To trust your smothe sayings I sure knowe not how A. Most truth I meane as time shall well trie B. No truth in men I ofte espie A. Yet will I not flitt B. then play on the bitt B. I will B. doe still A. yet kill not B. I will not A. Make me your man B. beshrewe me than A. Some women may say nay and meane Loue most true B. Some women can make fooles of as wise men as you A. In tyme I shall catche you I knowe when and where B. I will soone dispatche you you shall not come there A. Some speedes at length that ofte haue miste B. I am well armde come when you liste A. Yet will I not flitt B. then play on the bitt A. I will B. doe still A. yet kill not B. I will not A. Make me your man B. beshrewe me than A. Yet worke your kinde kindly graunt me Loue for Loue B. I will vse you friendly 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 happie threede now haue I spunne 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 FJNJS M. Edwards Exclaiming vpon his vnkind Loue his friend replieth wittely M. VVHat death may bee compared to Loue H. What griefe therein now doest thou proue M. My paines 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 blowe the fire H. A foole consumes by his desire M. What shall I doe than H. 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 wind M. Her most I loue although I smarte H. With her owne sworde thou slaiest thy hart M. Such pleasaunt baites who can refraine H. Such baites will sure breede thee great paine M. What shall I doe than H. Come out and thou can M. Alas I die H. what remedie M. Her golden beames mine eyes doe daze H. Vpon the Sunne thou maiest not gaze M. She might reward my cruell smarte H. She thinkes thou hardst a fained harte 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 wise man 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 liuyng death loe thus I proue H. Such are the fruites of froward Loue M. O that I might her Loue once gaine H. Thy gaine would not halfe quite the paine M. Her will I Loue though she be coye H. A foole him selfe will still annoye M. Who will not die for suche a one H. Bee wise at length let her alone M. I can not doe so H. then be thy owne fo M. Alas I die H. what remedie FJNJS 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
pleasure life and will That life which yet remaynes and in thy brest appeares Hath sowne in thee such seedes you ought to weede with teares And life that shall succeede when death is worne and past Shall spring for euer then in ioy or payne to last Where death on life hath power ye see that life also Hath mowen the fruites of death which neuer more shall grow FJNJS W. Hunis 2. Who waighteth on this wauering world and veweth ech estate By triall taught shall learne it best to liue in simple rate AMid the vale the slender shrubbe is hid from all mishap When taller tree that standes aloft is rent with thunder clappe The Turrets tops which touch the clouds are beat with euery blast Soone shiuered are their stones with storme and quickly ouer cast Best bodyed tree in all the world for timber beame is found And to the axe the sturdiest Oxe doth yeelde and fall to ground The highest hill doth soonest feele the flash of lightninges flame And soone decayes the pompe and pryde of high renowned name Of all the heard the huntman seekes by proofe as doth appeare With double forked arrow head to wound the greatest Deare The haughtiest head of all the droue enioyest the shortest life And stains the slaughter house with blood at prick of butchers knife Thus what thing highest place attaines is soonest ouerthrowne What euer fortune sets aloft she threats to throw it downe And though no force resist thy power and seeke thee to confound Yet doth the praise of weighty thinges declyne it selfe to ground For restlesse tipe of rowlling wheele example hath it tride To heauy burthen yeelde it must full soone and slippe asyde What vailes the rich his bed of downe that sighes for sleepeles thought What time in couch of flock the poore sleepes sound feareth nought At homely boord his quiet foode his drinkes in treene be tane When oft the proude in cuppes of gold with wine receiue their bane The bed the boord the dread in doubt with trayne to be opprest When fortune frownes their power must yeelde as wyre vnto the wrest Who so thou be that sits alow and tread the valleyes path Thou needes not feare the Thunder bolts of mighty Ioue his wrath If Icarus had not presumed to high to take his flight He had not yet bene drowned in Seas that now Jtarion hight If Phaeton had not enterprised to guide his fathers seate His fires had not inflamed the world nor bene destroyed with heate But who so climes aboue the meane there is no hope of stay The higher vp the sooner downe and nearer his decay Then you that here in pompe are plaste to guide the golden mace Let crowne and Scepter both obay the meane of vertues race For neither shall renowned vertue see the pitte of hell Nor yet in tombe of Marble stone she shall abide to dwell And in that Tombe full brauely dect When that she shall depart God send her rest and all thinges well according to desart But from Sepulcher flies she hence beyond the skies aboue And glistering in the blisfull starres she raignes with mighty Ioue FINJS Iasper Heywood 3. The perfect triall of a faithfull friend NOt stayed state but feeble stay not costly robes but bare aray not passed welth but presēt wāt not heped store but slēder skāt Not plenties purse but poore estate not happy hap but froward fate Not wish at wil but wāt of ioy not harts good helth but harts anoy No fredomes vse but prisoners thrall not costly seate but lowest fall Not weale I meane but wretched wo doth truly trie the friend frō foe And nought but frowarde Fortune prooues who fawning faynes or simply loues FINIS M. Yloop. 4. Being asked the occasion of his white head He aunswereth thus WHere seething sighes and sorrow sobbes Hath slaine the slippes that Nature set And scalding showers with stonie throbbes The kindly sapp from them hath fet What wonder their though that you see Vpon my head whyte heares to be Where thought hath thrilde and throwne his speares To hurt the hart that harmeth him not And groning grefe hath ground forth teares Myne eyne to stayne my face to spot What wonder then though that you see Vpon my head whyte heares to bee Where pinching payne himselfe hath plaste There peace with pleasures were possest And where the walles of wealth lye waste And pouertie in them is prest What wonder then though that you see Vpon my head whyte heares to bee Where wreatched woe will weaue her web Where care the clew can catch and cast And floods of ioy are fallen to ebbe So lo that life may not long last What wonder then though that you see Vpon my head white heares to bee These heares of age are messengers Which bid me fast repent and pray They be of death the Harbingers That doth prepare and dresse the way Wherefore I ioy that you may see Vpon my head such heares to be They be the liues that lead the length How farre my race is for to runne They say my youth is fled with strength And how old age is weake begunne The which I feele and you may see Vpon my head such lines to be They be the stringes of sober sound Whose musick is harmonicall Their tunes declare a time from ground I came and how thereto I shall Wherefore I ioy that you may see Vpon my head such stringes to bee God graunt to those that white heares haue No worse them take then I haue ment That after they be layde in graue Their soules may ioy their liues wel spent God graunt likewise that you may see Vpon your head such heares to be FINIS W. Hunis 5. Beware of had J wist BEware of had I wist whose fine bringes care and smart Esteeme of all as they deserue and deeme as deemde thou art So shall thy pefect friend enioy his hoped hyre And faithlesse fawning foe shall misse theffect of his desyre Good wilt shall haue his gayne and hate shall heape despight A faythlesse friend shall find distrust and loue shall reape delight Thy selfe shall rest in peace thy friend shall ioy thy fate Thy foe shall fret at thy good happe and I shall ioy thy state But this my fond aduise may seeme perchaunce but vayne As rather teaching how to lose then how a friend to gayne But this not my intent to teach to finde a friend But safely how to loue and leaue is all that I intend And if you prooue in part and finde my councell true Then wish me well for my good will t is all I craue adue FJNJS My luck is losse 6. M. Edwardes MAY. WHen MAY is in his prime then MAY eche hart reioyce When MAY bedecks eche branch with greene ech bird streins forth his voice The liuely sappe creepes vp into the bloming thorne The flowres which cold in prison kept now laughes the frost to skorne All natures Impes triumphes whiles ioyfull May doth last When
to sound the prayses of the same Yea euery liuing thing Shall sweetely sing To thee O heauenly king FINIS F. K. 12. No pleasure without some payne SWeete were the ioyes that both might like and last Straunge were the state exempt from all distresse Happy the life that no mishap should tast Blessed the chaunce might neuer change successe Were such a life to leade or state to proue Who would not wish that such a life were loue But O the sowrie sauce of sweete vnsure When pleasures flye and flit with wast of wind The trustlesse traines that hoping harts allure When sweete delightes doe but allure the mind When care consumes and wastes the wretched wight Whyle fancy feedes and drawes of her delight What life were loue if loue were free from payne But O that paine with pleasure match should meete Why did the course of nature so ordayne That surged sowre must sauce the bitter sweete Which sowre from sweete might any meanes remoue What hap what heauen what life were like to loue FJNJS W. R. 13. Who mindes to bring his Shippe to happie shore Must care to know the lawes of wisedomes lore MY friend if thou wilt credite me in ought To whom the truth by tryall well appeares Nought worth is wit til it be dearely bought There is no wisedome but in hoary heares Yet if I may of wisedome oft deâ—â—ne As well as others haue of happinesse Then to my words my freend thy eare encline The thinges that make thee wise are these I gesse Feare God and know thy selfe in each degree Be friend to all familiar but to fewe To light of credite see thou neuer be For tryall ought in trust dooth treason shewe To others faultes cast not too much thy eye Accuse no man of guilt amend thy owne Of medling much doth mischiefe ought arise And oft debate by tickle tongue is sowne What thing thou wilt haue hyd to none declare In word or deede beware of had I wist So spend thy good that some thou euer spare For friendes like Haukes doo 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 slips beware how thou it spend Of wanton youth repents a paynfull age Begin nothing without an eye to th end Nor bow thine eare from counsell of the sage If thou too 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 the smart To doe to much for old men is but lost Of friendship 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 Vnconstant is the womans wauering minde Full soone the boy thy friendship 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 he found And of the three the boy is most vnkinde If thou haue found a faithfull friend 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 FJNJS Jasper Haywood 14. Of the vnconstant stay of Fortunes giftes JF 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 Fly Fortunes slye deceytes let Vertue be thy guide If that you doo intend in happy state to abide Vpon the setled rocke thy building surest standes Away it quickly weares that resteth on the sandes Dame Vertue is the rocke that yeeldes assured stay Dame Fortune is the sand that skoureth soone away Choose that is certaine let thing vncertaine passe Preferre the precious gold before the brittle glasse Sly Fortune hath her slightes she playes vpon the packe Looke whoÌ„ she fauours most at length she turnes to wrack But Vertue simply deales she shuns deceitfull trayne Who is by Vertue raysed vp shall neuer fall agayne Sticke fast to Vertue then that giues assured trust And flye from Fortunes frekes that euer proue vniust FJNJS F. K. 15. Promise is debt JN my accompt the promise that is vowed Among 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 With fickle folke whose fancies ought remoue My happy gaine I do esteeme for such As fewe haue found in these our doubtfull dayes To finde a freend I thinke it be as much As to win a fort full fraught of noble prayse Of all the goods that there may be possest A faithfull freend I iudge to be the best O freendly league although to late begun Yet time shall trie our troth as well imployed And that we both shall see that we haue won Such fastned faith as can not be destroyed By enuious rage or slaunders bitter blowe That alwayes seekes the good to ouerthrowe FJNJS R. Hill 16. No wordes but deedes THE wrong is great the payne aboue my power That yeeldes such care in doubtfull dens to drowne Such hap is hard where Fortune doth so lower As freendly looke is turnd to froward frowne Is this the trust that faithfull freendes can finde With those that yet haue promise broke By deedes in doubt as though no wordes can binde A vowed freend to hold him to his yoke O faithlesse freend what can assure your mind That doubtes so soone before you haue cause why To what hard hap doth Fortune here me bind When words nor deedes can no where satisfye What can I write that hath not oft bine saide What haue I sayd that hath not bine affyrmed What not approued that ought to be assayed Or what is vowed that shall not be perfourmed Cast of mistrust in hast no credite giue To this or that that breedeth freendes 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 flowe The Sunne to shine within the fetled skye All thinges on earth shall leaue to spring and growe Yea euery Foule shall want his winges to flye Eare I in thought shall seeme once to retyre If you my freend remaine as I desyre Nowe lose no time but vse that while you may Forget not this a dogge shall haue a day FINIS R. D. 17. He desireth exchange of life THE day delayed of that I most do wishe Wherewith I feede and starue in one degree With wish and want still serued in one dishe Aliue as dead by proofe as you may see To whom of old this prouerbe wel
proofe of torment strong my endlesse griefe to rue In which since needes I must consume both youth and age If olde I liue and that my care no comfort can asswage Henceforth I banishe from my brest All frustrate hope of future rest And truthlesse trust to times reward With all respectes of ioyes regard Here I forsweare 47. Where reason makes request there wisedome ought supply With freendly aunswere prest to graunt or els deny J Sigh why so for sorrow of her smart I morne wherfore for griefe that she complaines I pitie what her oppressed hart I dread what harme the daunger she sustaines I greeue whereat at her oppressing paines I feele what force the fittes of her disease Whose harme doth me and her alike displease I hope what happe her happy healthes retyre I wish what wealth no wealth nor worldly store But craue what craft by cunning to aspire Some skill whereto to salue her sickly sore What then why then would I her health restore Whose harme me hurtes how so so workes my will To wish my selfe and her like good and yll What moues thy mind whereto to such desire Ne force ne fauour what then free fancies choyse Art thou to chose my charter to require Eche Ladyes loue is feed by customes voyce Yet are there grauntes the euidence of their choyse What then our freedome is at large in choosing As womens wils are froward in refusing Wotes shee thy wil she knowes what I protest Daynde shee thy sute she daungerd not my talke Gaue shee consent she graunted my request What didst thou craue the roote the fruite the stalke I asked them all what gaue shee Cheese or chalke That tast must try what tast I meane the proofe Of freendes whose wils withhold there bowe aloofe Meanst thou good faith what els hopest thou to speede Why not O foole vntaught in carpell trade Knowest not what proofes from such delayes proceede Wilt thou like headlesse Cocke be caught in glade Art thou like asse too apt for burden made Fy fy wilt thou for faint adore the shrine And woo her freend eare she be wholy thine Who drewe this drift moued she or thou this match T was I oh foole vnware of womens wyles Long maist thou waite like hungry hounde at hatch Shee crafty Foxe the silly Goose beguiles Thy sute is shaped so fit for long delay That she at will may chek from yea to nay But in good soothe tell me her freendes intent Best learne it first their purpose I not know Why then thy will to worse and worse is bent Dost thou delight the vnkindled cole to blow Or childlike louest in anckred bote to rowe What meane these termes who sith thy sute is such Know of or on or thou affect too much No haste but good why no the meane is best Admit she loue mislike in lingring growes Suppose she is caught then Woodcocke on thy crest Till end approues what scornefull seedes she sowes In loytring loue such daungers ebbes and flowes What helpe herein why wake in daungerous watch That too nor fro may make thee marre the match Is that the way to end my weary worke By quicke dispatch to lesson long turmoyle Well well though losse in lingering wontes to lurke And I a foole most fitte to take the foyle Yet proofe from promise neuer shall recoyle My wordes with deedes and deedes with wordes shall wend Till shee or hers gainsay that I intend Art thou so fond not fond but firmely fast Why foole her freendes wote how thy will is bent Yet thou like doult whose witte and sence is past Seest not what frumpes do follow thy entent Ne know how loue in lewe of scorne is lent Adewe for sightes such folly should preuent Well well their scoffes with scornes might be repayd If my requestes were fully yead or nayd Well well let these with wisedomes praise be wayd And in your chest of cheefest secretes layd FJNJS My lucke is losse 48. What ioy to a contented mind THe faith that fayles must needes be thought vntrue The freend that faines who holdeth not vniust Who likes that loue that changeth still for new Who hopes for trueth where troth is voyde of trust No faith no freend no loue no troth so sure But rather failes then stedfastly endure What head so stayed that altereth not intent What thought so sure that stedfast doth remaine What witte so wise that neuer needes repent What tongue so true but sometime wonts to faine What foote so firme that neuer treades awrie What sooner dimde then sight of clearest eye What hart so fixt but soone enclines to change What moode so milde that neuer moued debate What faith so strong but lightly likes to range What loue so true that neuer learnd to hate What life so pure that lasts without offence What worldly minde but moues with ill pretence What knot so fast that may not be vntide What seale so sure but fraude or force shall breake What prop of stay but one time shrinkes aside What ship so stauche that neuer had a leake What graunt so large that no exception makes What hoped helpe but freend at neede forsakes What seate so high but lowe to ground may fall What hap so good that neuer found mislike What state so sure but subiect is to thrall What force preuailes where Fortune list to strike What wealth so much but time may turne to want What store so great but wasting maketh skant What profites hope in depth of daungers thrall What ruste in time but waxeth worse and worse What helpes good harte if Fortune frowne withall What blessing thriues against heauenly helplesse curse What winnes desire to get and can not gayne What bootes to wish and neuer to obtaine FJNJS My lucke is losse 49. Donec eris Faelix multos numerabis amicos Nullus ad amissas ibit amicus opes EVen as the Rauen the Crow and greedy Rite Do swarming flocke where carren corps doth fall And tiring teare with beak 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 froe Till bared bones at last they leaue behinde And seeke elsewhere 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 freendes resort and profering freendship still Full thicke they throng with neuer ceasing prease And slilie make a shewe of true intent When nought but guile and inward hate is ment For when mischance shall change such wealth to want They packe them thence to place of richer haunt FJNJS My lucke is losse 50. Amantium irae amoris redinte gratio est JN going to my naked bed as one that would haue slept I hard 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 cryed 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 prouerb true to proue The falling out of faithfull freends reliuing is of loue Then tooke I paper penne and ynke this prouerb for to write In regester for to remaine of such a worthy wight As she proceeded thus in song vnto her little bratt Much matter vttered she of waight in place whereas she satt And proued plaine there was no beast nor creature bearing life Could well be knowne to liue in loue without discord and strife Then kissed she her little babe and sware by God aboue The falling out of faithfull freendes renuing is of loue She sayd that neither king ne prince ne lord could liue aright Vntill their puissance they did proue their manhood and their might When manhood shall be matched so that feare can take no place Then weary workes make warriours eche other to embrace And leaued their force that failed 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 faithfull freendes renuing is of loue She sayd she saw no fishe ne foule nor beast within her haunt That mett a straunger in their kind but could giue it a taunt Since fleshe 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 ende the worke she hath begone And bridle well that will not cease her tragedy in some Thus in song she oft reherst as dyd her well behoue The falling out of faithfull freendes is the renuing of loue I meruaile much pardy quoth she for to behold the route To see man woman boy beast to tosse the world about Some kneele sōe crouch sōe beck some chek some cā smothly smile And some embrace others in arme and there thinke many a wile Some stand aloufe at cap and knee some humble and some stoute Yet are they neuer freendes in deede vntill they once fall out Thus ended she her song and sayd before she did remoue The falling out of faithfull freendes is the renuing of loue FJNJS M. Edwards 51. Thinke to dye THe life is long which lothsomely doth last The dolefull dayes draw slowly to their date The present pangues and painfull plagues forepast Yeeldes griefe aye greene to stablish this 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 strange ouerthrowe All which conflict in thraldome I was thrust The Lord be praised 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 pleasant yeeres that seemes so sweetely ronne The merry dayes to ende so fast that fleete The ioyfull wightes of which dayes drawes so sone The happy howres which moe do misse then meete Do all consume as snowe against the Sunne And death makes end of all that life begunne Since death shall dure till all the world be wast What meaneth man to dreade death then so sore As man might make that life should alway last Without regard the Lord hath ledde before The daunce of death which all must runne on rowe The hower wherein onely himselfe doth knowe If man would minde what burdens life doth bring What greeuous crimes to God he doth commit What plagues what perill thereby spring With no sure hower in all his dayes 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 ioy Life is the lake that drowneth all in payne Death is so dole it seaseth all away Life is so leude that all it yeeldes is vayne And as by life in bondage man is brought Euen so by death is freedome likewise wrought Wherefore with Paule let all men wish and pray To be dissolued of this foule fleshly masse Or at the least be armd against the day That they be found good souldiers 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 geue eare and see but say the best If thou delight in quietnes of life Desire to shunne from brales debate and strife To liue in loue with god with freend and foe In rest shalt sleepe when others cannot so Giue eare to all yet doo not all beleeue And see the end and then do sentence geeue But say for truth of happy liues assinde The best hath he that quiet is in minde FJNJS M. Hunnis 52. Being forsaken of his freend he complaineth VVHy 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 turned them vpsidowne A freend I had to me most deere And of long time faithfull and iust There was no one my hart so neere 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 fishe in ayre should slye with finne The foules in floud should bring forth fry All thinges methinkes should erst beginne To take their course vnnaturally Afore my freend 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 Wherefore then longer liue should I. FINIS E. S. 54. Prudens The history of Damacles Dionise VVHo 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 do rebound When little shrubs in safetie lurke in couert all alowe And freshly florish in their kind what euer wind doe blowe The cruel king of Scisili who fearing Barbars hands Was wont to sludge his beard himself with cole and fire brands Hath taught vs this the proofe whereof full plainly we may see Was neuer thing more liuely touched to shewe it so to bee This king 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 brightnes cleare the darkest starre
searche what thing is best that might your fancie please Auctour I sent thee forth to see but not so long to bide Though fancie went with thee thou wert my fancies guide Thy message beyng done thou mightst returne againe So Cupid Venus sonne no whit my hart should paine Eye Where fancie beareth swaye there Cupid will be bolde And reason flies away from Cupids shafte of golde If you finde cause thereby some deale of painefull smarte Alas blame not your eye but blame consent of harte Auctour My hart must I excuse and lay the fault on thee Because thy sight did chuse when hart from thought was free Thy sight thus brought consent consent hath bred my grief And grief bids be content with sorrow for relief FJNJS M. Hunnis 61. Finding no ioy he desireth death THe Connie in his caue the Feret doth annoy And fleing thence his life to saue himselfe he doth destroy 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 badde a death to proue I see in Loue to rest vnkindnesse doth pursure To rent the hart out of his breast which is a Louer true And if from Loue I start as one that Loue forsakes Then pensiue thoughts my hart doth pearce and so my life it takes Then thus to flie or bide hard is the choise to chuse Since death hath campd trenched eche side saith life now refuse Content I am therefore my life therein to spende And death I take a salue for sore my wearie dayes to ende And thus I you require that faithfull Loue professe When carcas cased is in cheste and body layed on hearse Your brinishe teares to saue such as my corse shall moue And therewith write vpon my graue beholde the force of Loue. FJNJS M. Hunnis Hope well and haue well JN hope the Shipman hoiseth saile in hope of passage good In hope of health the sicke man doth suffer losse of blood In hope the prisoner linckt in chaines hopes libertie to finde Thus hope breds health health breds ease to euery troubled minde In hope desire gets victorie in hope great comfort springs In hope the Louer liues in ioyes he feares no dreadfull stings In hope we liue and may abyde such stormes as are assignde Thus hope breds health health breds case to euery troubled minde In hope we easily suffer harme in hope of future time In hope of fruit the paine seemes sweete that to the tree doth clime In hope of Loue such glory growes as now by proofe I finde That hope breds health heath breds ease to euery troubled minde FJNJS M. Hunnis He requesteth some freendly comfort affirming his constancie THe mountaines hie whose loftie topps doth meete the hautie sky The craggie rocke that to the sea free passage doth deny The aged Oke that doth resist the force of blustring blast The pleasant hearbe that euery where a fragrant smell doth cast The Lions force whose courage stout declares a princelike might The Eagle that for worthinesse is borne of kings in fight The Serpent eke whose poisoned iawes doth belche out venime vile The lothsome Tode that shunneth light and liueth in exile These these I say and thousands more by trackt of time decay And like to time doe quite consume and vade from time to clay But my true hart and seruice vowed shall last time out of minde And still remaines as thine by dome as Cupid hath assignde My faith loe here I vowe to thee my troth thou knowest right well My goods my freends my life is thine what neede I more to tell I am not mine but thine I vowe thy hestes I will obey And serue thee as a seruaunt ought in pleasing if I may And sithe I haue no flying wings to see thee as I wishe Ne sinnes to cut the siluer streames as doth the gliding fishe Wherefore leaue now forgetfulnesse and send againe to me And straine thy azured vaines to write then I may greeting see And thus farewell more deare to me then chiefest friend I haue Whose Loue in hart I minde to shrine till death his fee doe craue FJNJS M. Edwards He complaineth his mishap SHall rigour raigne where ruth hath run shal fansie now forsake Shall fortune lose that fauour won shall not your anger slake Shall hatefull hart be had in you that friendly did pretende Shall slipper thought and faith vntrue that hart of yours defende Shall nature shewe your beautie faire that gentle seemes to bee Shall frowardnesse your fancies heire be of more force then shee Shall now disdaine the dragg of death direct and leade the way Shall all the imps vpon the earth reioyce at my decay Shall this the seruice of my youth haue such reward at last Shall I receiue rigour of ruthe and be from fauour tast Shall I therefore berent my heares with wights that wishe to dye Or shall I bathe my selfe with teares to feede your fickle eye No no I shall in paine lye still with turtle Doue most true And vowe my selfe to witt and will their counsels to ensue Good Ladies all that Louers be and that to be pretende Giue place to witt let reason seeme your enemie to defende Least that you thinke as I haue thought your selfe to striue in vaine And so to be in thraldome brought with me to suffer paine FINIS M. Hunnis No foe to a flatterer J Would it were not as I thinke I would it were not so I am not blinde although I winke I feele what winds doe blowe I know where craft with smiling cheere creps into boldned brest I heare how fained speache speakes faire where hatred is possest I see the Serpent lie and lurcke vnder the greene alowe I see him watch a time to worke his poyson to bestowe In freendly lookes such fraude is found as faith for feare is fled And freendship hath receiude such wound as he is almost ded And hatefull hart with malice great so boiles in cankred minde That flatterie flearing in the face had almost made me blinde But now I see all is not golde that glittereth in the eye Nor yet such freendes as they professe as now by proofe I trye Though secret spight by craft hath made a coate of Panter skin And thinkes to finde me in the shade by sleight to wrap me in Yet God be praised my eye is cleare and can beholde the Sunne When falshood dare not once appeare to ende that he begunne Thus time shall trie the thing amisse which God saue shortly sende And turne the hart that fained is to be a faithfull frende FINIS M. Hunnis His comparison of Loue. THe Spider with great skill doth trauell day by day His lymmes no time lie still to set his house in staie And when he hath it wrought thinking therein to raigne A blaste of winde vnthought doth driue it downe
mournyng colours bee The more I followe on the more she fled awaye As Daphne did full long agoe Apollos wishfull praye The more my plaintes resounde the lesse she pities me The more I sought the lesse I founde that mine she meant to be Melpomene alas with dolefull tunes helpe than And sing Bis woe worthe on me forsaken man Then Daphnes Baies shall that man weare that triumphes ouer me For blacke Taunie will I weare which mourning colours be Drowne me you trickling teares you wailefull wights of woe Come help these hāds to rent my heares my rufull hap to showe On whom the scorching flames of Loue doth feede you see Ah a lalalantida my deare Dame hath thus tormented mee Wherefore you Muses nine with dolefull tunes helpe than And sing Bis woe worthe on me forsaken man Then Daphnes Baies shall that man weare that triumphs ouer me For Blacke and Taunie wil I weare which mourning colours be An Ancres life to leade with nailes to scratche my graue Where yearthly wormes on me shall feede is all the ioyes I craue And hide my selfe from shame sith that mine eyes doe see Ah a lalalantida my deare dame hath thus tormented mee And all that present bee with dolefull tunes helpe than And sing Bis woe worthe on me forsaken man FJNJS E. O. Finding no reliefe he complaineth thus JN quest of my reliefe I finde distresse In recompence of Loue most deepe disdaine My laugour such as wordes may not expresse A shower of teares my watrishe eye doth raine 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 Froste I lye a lowe yet mountes my minde on hie Thus doubtfull stormes my troubled thoughtes haue toste And for my paine this pleasure doe I proue I hate my selfe and pine in others Loue. The worlde I graspe yet holde I nought at all At libertie I seeme in prison pent I taste the sweete more sower then bitter gall My shippe seemes sounde and yet her ribbs be rent And out alas on Fortune false I crie Looke what I craue that still shee doth denie Both life and death be equall vnto me I doe desire to die yet craue I life My wittes with sundry thoughtes doe disagree My felfe am with my selfe at mortall strife As warmth of Sunne doth melte the siluer Snowe The heate of Loue beholde consumes me so FJNJS R. Hill Written vpon the death of his especiall good friend Maister Iohn Barnabie who departed this life at Bensted in the countie of Southampton 25. Ianuary 1579. Aetatis 78. MIne owne good father thou art gone thine eares are stopt with clay Thy gost is fled thy body dead thou hearste not what I say Thy dearest friends may sigh sobb thy children cry and call Thy wife may waile and not preuaile nor doe thee good at all Though reason would we should reioyce trickling teares restraine Yet kindlynes and friendlynes enforce vs to complaine Thy life was good our losse the more thy presence cherd our hart Thy lacke and absence turnd therefore our solace into smart I found thee both a kindly friend and friendly father too Barnabie lacks breath O cruel death couldst thou part vs two But death derides my wofull words to my saying saith Thou foolish wight I did but right I force nor friend nor faith The Lord of life Lord of death my threatning hand did let Els when that he in cradell lay I might haue claimd my debt His corps is clad in cloddes of earth his soule doth soore on hie Before the throne of God aboue whose seruaunt he did die And thou his friend she his spouse and they his children shall Behold the father friend and mate whose absence greeues you all But he nor can nor will returne to thee to her or them For heauen is his he liues in blisse ye dwell with mortall men Ye dwell in darke dreadfull denne in prison pent are yee He liues in light and all delight from thraldome franke and free Wishe not that he should come to you for then you doe him wrong But wishe that ye may goe to him the blessed saintes among FJNJS H. D. Coelum non solum JF care or skill could conquere vayne desyre Or reasons raignes my strong affection stay Then should my sighes to quiet brest retyre And shunne such signes as secret thoughts bewray Vncomely Loue which now lurkes in my breast Should cease my griefe through wisdomes power opprest But who can leaue to looke on Venus face Or yeeldeth not to Iunos high estate What witte so wise as giues not Pallace place These vertues rare eche Gods did yeelde a mate Saue her alone who yet on earth doth raigne Whose bewties string no God can well destraine What worldly wight can hope for heauenly hyre When onely sighes must make his secret mone A silent sute doth seeld to grace aspyre My haplesse happ doth roule the restlesse stone Yet Phebe fayre disdaynde the heauens aboue To ioy on earth her poore Edimions loue Rare is reward where none can iustly craue For chaunce is choyse where reason makes no clayme Yet luck sometimes dispayring soules doth saue A happy Starre made Giges ioy attayne A slauishe Smith of rude and raskall race Found meanes in tyme to gayne a Goddes grace Then loftye loue thy sacred sayles aduaunce My sithing seas shall flow with streames of teares Amidst disdayne driue forth my dolefull chaunce A valyaunt mynde no deadly daunger feares Who loues aloft and sets his heart on hye Deserues no payne though he do pine and dye FJNIS E. O. A Louer reiected complaineth THe trickling teares that falles along my cheekes The secret sighes that showes my inward greefe The present paynes perforce that loue aye seekes Bids me renew my cares without releefe In wofull song in dole display my pensyue heart for to bewray Bewray thy greefe thy wofull hart with speede Resigne thy voyce to her that causde thy woe With yrkesome cries bewayle thy late done deede For she thou louest is sure thy mortall foe And helpe for thee there is none sure But still in payne thou must indure The stricken Deare hath helpe to heale his wounde The haggerd Hauke with toyle is made full tame The strongest tower the Canon layes on grounde The wisest witte that euer had the fame Was thrall to loue by Cupids sleightes Then waie my case with equall weights She is my ioy she is my care and wo She is my payne she is my ease therefore She is my death she is my life also She is my salue she is my wounded sore In fine she hath the hand and knyfe That may both saue and end my lyfe And shall I liue on earth to be her thrall And shall I sue and serue her all in vayne And kisse the steppes that she lets fall And shall I pray the Gods to
keepe the payne From her that is so cruell still No no on her worke all your will And let her feele the power of all your might And let her haue her most desire with speede And let her pine away both day and night And let her mone and none lament her needde And let all those that shall her see Despise her state and pittie me FJNIS E. O. Not attayning to his desyre he complayneth J Am not as I seeme to be nor when I smyle I am not glad A thrall although you count me free I most in myrth most pensiue sad I smile to shade my bitter spight as Haniball that sawe in sight His couÌ„try soile with Carthage towne by Romane force defaced downe And Cesar that presented was with noble Pompeis princely head As t were some iudge to rule the cace a floud of teares he semde to shed Although in deede it sprong of ioy yet other thought it was annoy Thus contraries be vsed I finde of wise to cloke the couert minde I Haniball that smiles for grief let you Cesars teares suffice The one that laughs at his mischief the other all for ioy that cries I smile to see me scorned so you weepe for ioy to see me woe And I a hart by Loue slaine dead presents in place of Pompeis head O cruell hap and hard estate that forceth me to loue my fo Accursed be so foule a fate my choise for to prefixe it so So long to fight with secret sore and finde no secret salue therefore Some purge their paine by plaint I finde but I in vain do breath my winde FINIS E. Ox. His minde not quietly setled he writeth thus EVen as the waxe doth melt or dewe consume away Before the Sunne so I behold through carefull thoughts deeay For my best lucke leades me to such sinister state That I doe waste with others Loue that hath my selfe in hate And he that beates the bushe the wished birde not gotts But such I see as sitteth still and holdes the fouling netts The Drone more Honnie sucks that laboureth not at all Then doth the Bee to whose most paine least pleasure doth befall The Gardner sowes the seedes whereof the flowers doe growe And others yet doe gather them that tooke lesse paine I knowe So I the pleasant Grape haue pulled from the Vine And yet I languish in great thirst whiles others drinke the wine Thus like a woefull wight I woue the webb of woe The more I would weede out my cares the more they seme to grow The which betokeneth ioy forsaken is of mee That with the carefull Culuer climes the worne and withered tree To entertaine my thoughtes and there my happ to mone That neuer am lesse idle loe then when I am alone FINIS E. Ox. No ioy Comparable to a quiet minde JN lothsome race pursued by slippery life Whose sugred guile doth glistering ioy present The carefull ghost oppressed sore with strife Yeeldes ghostly grones from painefull passions sent The sinfull flesh that beares him here in vewe In steede of life doth dreadfull death pursue The way he seeth by touche of merites grace Wherein to runne alas he gladly would But filthy fleshe his wretched dwelling place Doth so rebell at that which doe he should That silly soule who feeles his heauie neede Can onely will but naught performe in deede The will through grace doth oft desire the good But all in vaine for that the fleshly foe Yeeldes forth such fruites as sinnes hath bred in bud And blindly suckes the sapp of deadly woo Esteeming showes of fickell fancies knowen And scorning fruite by grace eternall sowen Though eye doth see that death doth swallow all Both life and lust and euery sound delight Yet wretched fleshe through sinne is made so thrall That nought it markes apparent thinges in sight That might him traine to care of better grace Both doth his bale with greedy lust imbrace Then sins desert and all things weare away That nought remaine but fruite of grace or sinne God build in vs such conscience as can say This fruite not mine but sinne that dwelt me in For why to sinne I dayly do in sight That vnto Christ I may reuiue my spright FJNJS ê™ Candish A Complaint IF Cressed in her gadding moode Had not gone to the greekish hoste Where she by Diomede was woode And wonne from him that loude her most She had not fallen to such mischeefe Nor turned Troylus to such greefe Nor Diomede had not vpbrayed To worthy Troylus Cressed spoyle Nor these two worthies had not frayed So oft ech others fame to foyle If Catterwaling Cressed coy Had taried with her loue in Troy No Troians foe nor cruell Greike Had triumphte ouer her good name If she had not gone forth to seeke The Campe where women winne no fame She had bene calde no common Gill If she in Troy had tarryed still She had not knowne the Lazars call With Cuppe and Clap her almes to winne Nor how infectiue scabbe and scall Do cloth the Lepre Ladies skinne She had no such distresse in Troy But honour fauour wealth and ioy Howbeit she could not tarry there But needes forsooth a gadding go To feele the tast of Straungers chere Nise noueltie lo prickt her so She could not hold where she was well But strayed and into ruin fell I pleasure not to blaze her blame Nor chiding cannot mend her mis But all good women by her shame May learne what Catterwaling is For wandring women most men say Cannot be good and goe astray It is not womens excercise To straye or gadde in field or towne Men count them neyther good nor wyse They blot and blemish their renowne They hurt their fame they please their foe And greeues their friend to see them so FINJS Troylus A Replye NO gadding moode but forced strife Compelled me retyre from Troy If Troylus would haue vowde his wife We might haue dwelt in former ioy Ne Diomede nor greekish wight Had sought my blame or his despight If ought the feeble force of mine Could haue withstood the Kingly heast If flowing fluds of stilled rine Had pittie found in Troians brest I had not bene Antenors prise Nor thus bene thrall to noted vise The blome of blame had not bine spread The seede of shame had not bine sowne If Knightly prowes his minde had lead By rightfull force to keepe his owne I had not thralled bine to ill If he in Troy had kept me still My heauie hart and dolefull case Which craues your pitie not your spight Full well you know hath had no place If he had garded well his right I see your curtesie small your store That blaze my plague to make it more You say in Troy I woulde not bee With gadding minde you charge me still When well you knowe that hie decree Did send me forth against my will Sith thus you triumph at my fall Ye ought to tell the cause withall If nought you ioy to blaze my