And frendship hath receiued suche wounde as he is almoste deade And hatefull harte with malice greate so boyles in cankerd minde That flatteries flearyng in my face had almoste made me blinde But now I see all is not golde that glittereth in the eye Nor yet suche frends as thei professe as now by profe I finde Though secret spight by craft hath made a coate of Panters skin And thinks to finde me in the shade by sleight to wrapp me in Yet God be praised my eye is cleare and can beholde the Sonne When falshood dares not once appeare to ende that he begonne Thus tyme shall trie the thyng amisse whiche God sone shortly sende And turne the hatte that fained is to be a faithfull frende Finis THe Spider with greate skill doeth trauell daie by daie His limmes no tyme lye still to set his house in staie And when he hath it wrought thinkyng therein to raigne A blast of winde vnthought doeth driue it doune againe The profe whereof is true to make his worke indure He paines hym self a newe in hope to dwell more sure Or in some secret place a corner of the wall He trauaileth a spare to builde and rest with all His pleasure swete to staie when he to rest is bent An vgly shamble Flie approcheth to his tent And there entends by forse his labours greate to win Or els to yelde his corse by fatall death therein Thus is the Spiders nest from tyme to tyme throwne downe And he to labour prest with endles pains vnknowne So suche as louers be like trauell doe attaine Those endles works ye see â—er alwaies full of paine W. Hunis THe subtill â—â—â—y sleights that worldly men doe worke The freÌ„dly showes vnder whose shade most craft doth ofteÌ„ lurke Enforceth me alas with yernfull voice to saie Wo worthe the wily heads that seeks the simple mans decaie The birde that dreds no guile is sonest caught in snare Eche gentle harte deuoide of craft is sonest brought to care Good nature sonest trapt whiche giues me cause to saie Wo worthe the wily heads that seeks the simple mans decaie I see the serpent vile that lurks vnder the grene How subtelly he shrouds hym self that he maie not be sene And yet his fosters bane his leryng looks bewraie Wo worthe the wily heads that seeks the simple mans decaie Wo worthe the fainyng looks one fauour that doe waite Wo worthe the fained frendly harte that harbours depe deceit Wo worthe the Vipers broode oh chrise wo worthe I saie All worldly wily heads that seeks the simple mans decaie Finis M. Edwards WIth painted speache I list not proue my cunnyng for to trie Norâ—et will vse to fill my penne with gilefull flatterie With pen in hand and harte in breast shall faithfull promise make To loue you best and serue you moste for your great vertues sake And since dame Nature hath you deckt with gifts aboue the rest Let not disdaine a harbour finde within your noble brest For loue hath ledd his lawe alike 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 brutishe begger borne that feeds 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 lightnyng thunder fall And furies fell with franticke fitts bereue and stopp my breathe For an example to the rest if I shall breake my faithe Finis M. B. Trie and then trust THe sainct I serue and haue besought full oft Vpon my knees to stande my Goddes good With hope did holde my head sometyme aloft And fed my faunyng frende with daintie foode But now I see that words are nought but winde The sweter meate the sowrer sauce I finde Thus while I helde the Ele by the taile I had some hope yet neuer wanted feare Of double dread that man can neuer faile That will presume to take the Wolfe by the eare I snatche for sothe muche like to Esops dogg I sought for fishe and alwaies caught a frogg Thus did I long bite on the fomyng bitt Whiche found me plaie enough vnto my paine Thus while I loued I neuer wanted fitt But liued by losse and sought no other gaine But why should I mislike with Fortunes fetters Since that the like haue hapt vnto my betters Richard Hill. Complainyng to his frende he replieth wittely A. THe fire shall freese the frost shall frie the frozen mountains hie B. what straÌ„ge thinges shal dame nature force to turne her course awrie A. My Ladie hath me left and taken a newe man B. This is not straunge it happes oft tymes the truthe to scan A. The more is my paine B. her loue then refraine A. Who thought she would flitt B. ethe one that hath witt A. Is not this straunge B. light loue will chaunge A. By skilfull meanes I her reclaime to stope vnto my luer B. Suche hagard haukes will sore awaie of them who can be fuct A. With siluer bells and hoode my ioye was her to decke B. She was full gorgd she would the soner 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 lippes would chirp to me swete wordes of her desire B. Suche chirping birdes who euer sawe to preach still â—n one brire A. She saied she loued me dests and would doe till she die B. She saied in wordes she thought it not as tyme doeth 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 choice 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. Sithe slipper gaine falles to my lot farwell that glidyng praie B. Sithe that the dice doeth runne a wrie betimes leaue of thy plaie A. I will no more lament the thyng I maie 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 deceiue A. That is not straunge B. then let her raunge M. Edwards No paines comparable to his attempt VVHat watche what we what want what wracke Is due to those that
dearly bought Lo I am he that plaies within her maze And finds no waie to get the same I sought But as the Dere are driuen vnto the gaze And to augment the grief of my desire My self to burne I blowe the fire But shall I come ny you Of forse I must flie you What death alas maie be compared to this I plaie within the maze of my swete foe And when I would of her but craue a kis Disdaine enforceth her awaie to goe My self I check yet doe I twiste the twine The pleasure hers the paine is myne But shall I come ny you Of forse I must flie you You courtly wights that wants your pleasant choise Lende me a floud of teares to waile my chaunce Happie are thei in loue that can reioyse To their greate paines where fortune doeth aduaunce But sith my sute alas can not preuaile Full fraight with care in grief still will I waile Sith you will needs flie me I maie not come ny you Finis L.V. ¶ Beyng in loue he complaineth IF care or skill could conquere vaine desire Or reasons raines my strong affection staie Then should my sights to quiet breast retire And shunne suche signes as secret thoughts bewraie Vncomely loue whiche now lurks in my breast Should cease my grief through wisdoÌ„s power opprest But who can leaue to looke on Venus face Or yeldeth not to Iunos high estate What witt so wise as giues not Pallas place These vertues rare eche Godds did yelde amate Saue her alone who yet on yearth doeth reigne Whose beauties stryng no Gods can well destraine What worldly wight can hope for heauenly hire When onely sights must make his secret mone A silent sute doeth seâ—de to Grace aspire My haples happe doeth role to restles stone Yet Phebe faire disdainde the heauens aboue To ioye on yearth her poore Endimions loue Rare is reward where none can iustly craue For chaunce is choise where reason maks no claime Yet lucke sometymes dispairyng souls doeth saue A happie starre made Giges ioye attaine A slauishe Smith of rude and rascall race Founde means in tyme to gaine a Goddes grace Then loftie Loue thy sacred sailes aduaunce My sithyng seas shall flowe with streames of teares Amidds disdaine driue forthe my dolefull chaunce A valiaunt minde no deadly daunger feares Who loues alofte and setts his harte on hie Deserues no paine though he doe pine and die Finis M.B. ¶ A louer reiected complaineth THe tricklyng teares that fales along my cheeks The secret sighs that showes my inward grief The present paines perforce that loue aye seeks Bidds me renew my cares without relief In wofull song in dole displaie My pensiue harte for to bewraie Bewraie thy grief thou wofull harte with speede Resigne thy voyce to her that causde thy woe With irksome cries bewaile thy late doen deede For she thou louest is sure thy mortall foe And helpe for thee there is none sure But still in paine thou must endure The striken Deare hath helpe to heale his wounde The haggerd hauke with toile is made full tame The strongest tower the Canon laies on grounde The wisest witt that euer had the fame Was thrall to Loue by Cupids sleights Then waie my case with equall waights She is my ioye she is my care and wo She is my paine 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 hande and knife That maie bothe saue and ende my life And shal I liue on yearth to be her thral And shall I sue and serue her all in vaine And kisse the stepps that she let ts fall And shall I praie the gods to kepe the pain From her that is so cruell still No no on her woorke all your will. And let her feele the power of all your might And let her haue her moste desire with speede And let her pine awaie bothe daie and night And let her moue and none lament her neede And let all those that shall her se Dispise her state and pitie me Finis E. O. ¶ Not attainyng to his desire he complaineth I Am not as seme to bee Nor when I smile I am not glad A thrall although you count me free I moste in mirthe moste pensiue sadd I smile to shade my bitter spight As Haniball that sawe in sight His countrey soile with Carthage toune By Romaine force defaced doune And Caesar that presented was With noble Pompeyes princely hedd As t were some iudge to rule the case A floud of teares he semde to shedd Although in deede it sprong of ioye Yet others thought it was annoye Thus contraries be vsed I finde Of wise to cloke the couert minde I Haniball that smiles for grief And let you Caesars teares suffice The one that laughs at his mischief The other all for ioye that cries I smile to see me scorned so You wepe for ioye to see me wo And I a harte by loue slaine dead Presents in place of Pompeyes head O cruell happ and harde estate That forceth me to loue my foe Accursed be so foule afate My choise for to profixe 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 vaine doe breathe my winde Finis E. O. ¶ His mynde not quietly setled he writeth this EVen as the waxe doeth melt or dewe consume awaie Before the Sonne so I behold through careful thoughts decaie For my best lucke leads me to suche sinister state That I doe wast with others loue that hath my self in hate And he that beats the bushe the wished birde not getts But suche I see as sitteth still and holds the foulyng netts The Drone more honie sucks that laboureth not at all Then doeth the Bee to whose most pain least pleasure doth befall The Gardner sowes the seeds whereof the flowers doe growe And others yet doe gather them that tooke lesse paine I knowe So I the pleasaunt grape haue pulled from the Vine And yet I languish in greate thirst while others drinke the wine Thus like a wofull wight I woue my webb of woe The more I would wede out my cares the more thei seme to grow The whiche betokeneth hope forsaken is of me That with the carefull culuer climes the worne withered tree To entertaine my thoughts and there my happe to mone That neuer am lesse idle lee then when I am alone Finis E. O. ¶ Of the mightie power of Loue. MY meanyng is to worke what wondes loue hath wrought Wherwith I muse why meÌ„ of wit haue loue so derely bought For loue is worse then hate and eke more harme hath doen Record I take of those that rede of Paris Priams sonne It semed the God of slepe had mazed so muche his witts When he refused witt for loue whiche cometh but by fitts But why accuse I hym whom yearth hath couered long There be of his
will I loue though she be coye H. A foole hym self will still anoye M. Who will not die for suche 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 die H. what remedie Finis E. S. ¶ A louers ioye I Haue no ioye but dreame of ioye and ioye to thinke on ioye A ioye I withstoode for to enioye to finishe myne anoye I hate not without cause alas yet loue I knowe not why I thought to hate I can not hate although that I should die A foe moste swete a frende moste sower I ioye for to embrace I hate the wrong and not the wight that workt my wofull case What thyng it is I knowe not I but yet a thyng there is That in my fancie still perswads there is no other blisse The ioyes of life the pangs of death it make me feele eche daie But life nor death this humour can deuise to weare awaie Faine would I dye but yet in death no hope I see remaines And shall I liue since life I see a sourse of sorie paines What is it then that I doe seke what ioye would I aspire A thyng that is deuine belike to high for mans desire Finis FK ¶ The iudgement of desire THe liuely Larke did stretche her wyng The messenger of mornyng bright And with her cherefull voyce did syng The daies approche dischargyng night When that Aurora blushyng redd Discride the gilt of Thetis bedd Laradon tan tan Tedriton teight I went abroad to take the aire And in the meadds I mett a knight Clad in carnation colour faire I did salute the youthfull wight Of hym I did his name enquire He sight and saied I am desire Laradon tan tan Tedriton teight Desire I did desire to staie A while with hym I craued talke The courteous wight saied me no naie But hande in hande with me did walke Then in desire I askte againe What thing did please and what did pain Laradon tan tan He smild and thus he answered me Desire can haue no greater paine Then for to see an other man The thyng desired to obtaine No ioye no greater to then this Then to inioye what others misse Laridon tan tan Finis E. O. ¶ The complaint of a louer wearyng Blacke and Tawnie. A Croune of Bayes shall that man weare That triumphs ouer me For blacke and Tawnie will I weare Whiche mournyng colours be The more I folowed on the more she fled awaie As Daphne did full long agone Apollos wishfull praie The more my plaints resounde the lesse she pities me The more I saught the lesse I founde that myne she ment to be Melpomeney alas with dolefull tunes helpe than And syng bis wo worthe on me â–ª forsaken man Then Daphnes baies shal that man weare that triumphs ouer me For Blacke Taunie will I weare which monrnyng colours be Droune me you tricklyng teares you wailefull wights of woe Come help these haÌ„ds to reÌ„t my heares my rufull happs to showe On whom the scorchyng flames of loue doeth feede you se Ah a lalalantida my deare dame hath thus tormented me Wherefore you Muses nine with dolefull tunes helpe than And syng Bis wo worthe on me forsaken man Then Daphnes Baies shall that man weare that triumps euer me For Blacke Taunie will I weare which mourning colours be An Ancres life to leade with nailes to scratche my graue Where earthly Wormes on me shall fede is all the ioyes I craue And hid my self from shame sith that myne eyes doe see Ah a alantida my deare dame hath thus tormented me And all that present be with dolefull tunes helpe than And syng Bis woe worthe on me forsaken man. Finis E.O. ¶ He complaineth thus LO heare the man that must of loue complaine Lo heare that seas that feeles no kinde of blisse Lo here I seke for ioye and finde but paine Lo what despite can greater be then this To freze to death and stande yet by the fire And she that shonneth me moste I doe desire L. But shall I speake alas or shall I die A. By death no helpe in speache some helpe doeth lie L. Then from that breast remoue a Marble minde A. As I see cause so are ye like to finde L. I yelde my self what would you more of me A. You yelde but for to winne and conquer me L. Saâ—e and kill not madame A. Forsake your sute for shame No no no no not so O happie man now vaunt thy self That hath this conquest gainde And now doeth liue in greate delight That was so lately painde Triumph triumph triumph wholouers be Thrise happie is that woyng That is not long a doyng Triumph triumph triumph that hath like victorie Finis ¶ Findyng no relief he complaineth thus IN quest of my relief I finde distresse In recompence of loue moste depe disdaine My langour is suche words maie not expresse A shower of teares my watrishe eye doeth raine I dreame of this and doe deuine of wo I wander in the thoughts of my swete fo I would no peace the cause of warre I flie I hope I feare I burne I chill in froste I lye alowe yet mounts my minde on hie Thus doubtfull stormes my troubled thoughts haue toste And for my paine this pleasure doe I proue I hate my self and pine in others loue The worlde I graspe yet holde I nought at all At libertie I seme in prison pent I taste the sweete more lower then bitter gall My shipp semes sounde and yet her ribbs be rent And out alas on Fortune false I crie Looke what I craue that still she doeth denie Bothe life and death be equall vnto me I doe desire to die yet craue I life My witts with sondrie thoughts doe disagre My self am with my self at mortall strife As warmth of sonne doeth melte the siluer Snowe The heate of loue beholde consumes me so Finis R.H. ¶ Beyng in loue he complaineth VVHat dome is this I faine would knowe That demeth all by contraries What God or whether height or lowe Now would I learne some warrantise Some saie the blinded God aboue Is he that woorketh all by loue But he that stirreth strife the truthe to tell I alwaies feele but knowe not well Some saie Alecto with her mates Are thei whiche breedeth all anoye Who sitts like Haggs in hellishe gates And seeks still whom thei maie destroye Some saie againe t is destinie But how it comes or what it is I let it passe before I misse Despite doeth alwaies worke my wo And happ as yet holds hardly still For feare I set my frendshipp so And thinke againe to reape good will. I doe but striue against the winde For more I seeke the lesse I finde And where I seeke moste for to please There finde I alwaies my desease And thus I loue and doe reape still Nothyng but hate for my good will. Finis L. V. A louer disdained complaineth IF euer man had loue to
loue and leaue is all that I entend And yf you prooue in part and finde my counsell true Then wyshe me well for my good wyll t is all I craue adewe Finis My lucke is losse The perfect tryall of a faythfull freend NOt stayed state but feeble stay Not costly robes but bare aray Not passed wealth but present want Not heaped store but sclender skant Not plenties purse but poore estate Not happy happe but froward fate Not wyshe at wyll but want of ioy Not harts good health but hartes annoy Not freedomes vse but prisons thrall Not costly seate but lowest fall Not weale I meane but wretched woe Dooth truely trye the freend from foe And nought but froward fortune proues Who fawning faines or simply loues Finis Yloop. No pleasure without some payne SWeete were the ioyes that both might like and last Strange were the state exempt from all distresse Happy the lyfe that no mishap should tast Blessed the chaunce might neuer change successe Were such a lyfe to leade or state to proue Who would not wyshe that such a lyfe were loue But O the sowry sauce of sweete vnsure When pleasures flye and flee with wast of winde The trustlesse traynes that hoping hartes allure When sweete delightes doo but allure the minde When care consumes and wastes the wretched wight Whyle fancy feedes and drawes of her delight What lyfe were loue yf loue were free from payne But O that payne with pleasure matcht should meete Why dyd the course of nature so ordayne That sugred sowre must sause the bitter sweete Which sowre from sweete might any meanes remoue What happe what heauen what lyfe were lyke to loue Finis E. S. 1. Our pleasures are vanities BEhold the blast which blowes the blossomes from the tree The end whereof consumes and comes to nought we see Ere thou therefore be blowen from life that may not last Begin for grace to call for time mispent and past Haue mind on brittle life whose pleasures are but vayne On death likewyse bethinke how thou maist not remaine And feare thy Lord to greene which sought thy soule to saue To synne no more be bent but mercie aske and haue For death who dooth not spare the kinges on earth to kill Shall reape also from thee thy pleasure life and will. That lyfe which yet remaynes and in thy brest appeares Hath sowne in thée sutch 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 paine to last Where death on life hath power ye see that life also Hath mowen the fruites of death which neuer more shall growe FINIS D. S. 2. M. Edwardes MAY. WHen MAY is in his prime then MAY eche hart reioyce When MAY bedeckes eche branch with greene eche bird streines forth his voyce The liuely sappe creepes vp into the bloming thorne The flowres which cold in prison kept now laughes the frost to scorne All natures Impes triumphes whyles ioyfull May dooth last When MAY is gone of all the yeere the pleasant time is past MAY makes the cherfull hue MAY breedes and bringes newe blood MAY marcheth throughout euery limme MAY makes the mery moode MAY pricketh tender hartes their warbling notes to tune Ful strange it is yet some wee see doo make their MAY in Iune Thus thinges are straungely wrought whyles ioyfull MAY doth last Take MAY in time when MAY is gone the pleasant time is past All ye that liue on earth and haue your MAY at wyll Reioyce in MAY as I doo now and vse your MAY with skill Vse MAY whyle that you may for MAY hath but his time When all the fruite is gone it is to late the tree to clime Your liking and your lust is freshe whyles MAY dooth last When MAY is gone of all the yeere the pleasaunt time is past Finis 3. Faire woordes make fooles faine IN youthfull yeeres when fyrst my young desyres began To pricke mee foorth to serue in Court a sclender tall young man. My Fathers blessing then I askt vpon my knee Who blessing me with trembling hand these woordes gan say to me My sonne God guide thy way and shielde 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 olde qd he that faire woordes make fooles faine This counsell grauely geuen most strange appeares to me Tyll tract of time with open eyes had made me plainely see What subtill sleightes are wrought by painted tales deuise When hollowe hartes with freendly shoes the simple doo entise To thinke al golde that shines to feede their fonde desire Whose shiuering cold is warmd with smoke in stead of flaming fire Sith talke of tickle trust dooth breede a hope most vaine This prouerbe true by proofe I finde that faire woordes make fooles faine Faire speache alway doeth well where deedes insue faire woordes Faire speache againe alway dooth euil that busshes geues for birdes Who hopes to haue fayre woordes to trye his luckie lot If I may counsel let him strike it whyle the iron is hotte But them that feede on cloddes in steade of pleasaunt grapes And after warning often geuen for better lucke still gapes Full loth I am yet must I tell them in woordes plaine This prouerbe old proues true in them that faire words makes fooles faine Wo woorth the time that woordes so slowly turne to deedes Wo worth the time that faire sweete floures are growē to rotten weedes But thrise wo woorth the time that trueth away is fled Wherein I see how simple hartes with woordes are vainely fed Trust no faire woordes therefore where no deedes doo ensue Trust words as skilful Falkeners doo trust Haukes that neuer flew Trust deedes let wodrdes be woordes which neuer wrough me gaine Let my experience make you wyse and let woordes make fooles faine M. Edwardes 4. In his extreame sycknesse What greeues my bones and makes my body faint What prickes my flesh and teares my head in twaayne Why doo I wake when rest should me attaynt When others laugh why doo I liue in paine I tosse I turne I change from side to side And stretche me oft in sorowes linkes betyde I tosse as one betost in waues of care I turne to flee the woes of lothsome lyfe I change to spie yf death this corps might spare I stretche to heauen to ridde me of this strife Thus doo I stretche and change and tosse and turne Whyle I in hope of heauen by life doo burne Then holde thee still let be thy heauinesse Abolishe care forgeat thy pining woe For by this meanes soone shalt thou finde redresse When oft betost hence thou to heauen must goe Then tosse and turne and tumble franke and free O happy thryse when thou in heauen shalt be Finis L. Vaux 5. For Christmas day Reioyce reioyce with hart and voyce In Christes birth this day
harme And last of all which is not least of all For such offence thy conscience suffer shall As barren groundes bringes foorth but rotten weedes From barren woordes so fruitelesse chaffe proceedes As sauerie flowres doo spring in fertill ground So trusty freendes by tryed freendes are found To shunne therefore the woorst that may ensue Let deèdes alway approue thy sayinges true Finis F. K. 15. Who wyll aspire to dignitie By learnyng must aduaunced be THE poore that liue in needie rate By learning doo great richesse gayne The riche that liue in wealthy state By learnyng doo their wealth mainteyne Thus ritch and poore are furthered still By sacred rules of learned skill All fond conceites of franticke youth The golden gyft of learning stayes Of doubtfull thinges to searche the trueth Learning sets foorth the reddy wayes O happy him doo I repute Whose brest is fraught with learninges fruite There growes no Corne within the feelde That Oxe and Plough did neuer tyll Right so the mind no fruite can yeelde That is not lead by learninges skill Of ignoraunce comes rotten weedees Of learnyng springes right noble deedes Like as the Captayne hath respect To trayne his souldiers in aray So Learning dooth mans mind direct By Vertues staffe his lyfe to stay Though Freendes and Fortune waxeth skant Yet learned men shall neuer want You Impes therefore in youth be sure To fraught your mindes with learned thinges For Learning is the fountayne pure Out from the which all glory springes Who so therefore wyll glory winne With Learning fyrst must needes beginne Finis F. K. 16. Mans flitting life fyndes surest stay Where sacred Vertue beareth sway THE sturdy Rocke for all his strength By raaging Seas is rent in twayne The Marble stone is pearst at length With little droppes of drislyng rayne The Oxe dooth yeelde vnto the yoke The Steele obeyeth the hammer stroke The stately Stagge that seemes so stout By yalpyng Houndes at bay is set The swiftest Bird that flees about Is caught at length in Fowlers net The greatest Fishe in deepest Brooke Is soone deceiued with subtil hooke Ye man him selfe vnto whose wyll All thinges are bounden to obay For all his witte and woorthy skill Dooth fade at length and fall away There is nothing but time dooth 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 hurtes he not his vertuous name By Life or death what so be tides The state of Vertue neuer slides Finis M. T. 17. Nothing is comparable vnto a faithfull freend SIth this our time of Freendship is so scant Sith Freendship nowe in euery place dooth want Sith euery man of Freendship is so hollowe As no man rightly knowes which way to followe Sease not my Muse cease not in these our dayes To ryng loude peales of sacred Freendships prayse If men be nowe their owne peculier freendes And to their neighbours Freendship none pretendes 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 ryng disprayse of these vnfreendly men Did man of Freendship knowe the mightie power Howe great effectes it woorketh euery houre What store of hidden freendship it retaynes How still it powreth foorth aboundaunt gaynes Man would with thee my muse in these our dayes Ryng out loude peales of sacred Freendships prayse Freendship releeueth mans necessitie Freendship comforteth mans aduersitie Freendship augmenteth mans prosperitie Frendship preferres man to felicitie Then ryng my muse ryng out in these our dayes Ring out loude peales of sacred Freendships prayse Of Freendship groweth loue and charitie By Freendship men are linked in amitie From Freendship springeth all commoditie The fruite of Freendship is fidelitie Oh ryng my Muse ryng out in these our dayes Peale vpon peale of sacred Freendships prayse That man with man true Freendship may embrace That man to man may shewe a freendly face That euery man may sowe such freendly seedes As Freendship may be found in freendly deedes And ioyne with me my Muse in these our dayes To ryng loude peales of sacred Freendships prayse Finis F. K. 18. Respise finem TO be as wyse as CATO was Or ritch as CRESVS in his life To haue the strength of Hercules Whiche did subdue by force or strife What helpeth it when Death doth call The happy ende exceedeth all The Ritche may well the Poore releeue The Rulers may redresse eche wrong The Learned may good counsell geue But marke the ende of this my song Who dooth these thinges happy they call Their happy ende exceedeth all The happiest end in these our dayes That all doo seeke both small and great Is eyther for Fame or els for Prayse Or who may sltte in highest seate But of these thinges hap what hap shall The happy ende exceedeth all A good beginning oft we see But seeldome standyng at one stay For fewe doo lyke the meme degree Then prayse at parting some men say The thing whereto eache wight is thrall The happy ende exceedeth all The meane estate that happy life Whiche liueth vnder gouernaunce Who seekes no hate nor breedes no strife But takes in woorth his happy chaunce If contentation him befall His happy end exceedeth all The longer lyfe that we desyre The more offence dooth dayly growe The greater paine it dooth require Except the Iudge some mercie shewe Wherefore I thinke and euer shall The happy ende exceedeth all Finis D. S. 19. He perswadeth his freend from the fond effectes of loue WHY art thou bound and maist goe free Shall reason yeelde to raging wyll Is thraldome like to libertie Wylt thou exchange thy good for ill Then shalt thou learne a childishe play And of eche part to taste and proue The lookers on shall iudge and say Loe this is he that liues by loue Thy wittes with thoughtes shal stand at stay Thy head shall haue but heauie rest Thy eyes shall watche for wanton prayes Thy tongue shall shewe thy hartes request Thy eares shall heare a thousand noyse Thy hand shall put thy pen to paine And in the ende thou shalt dispraise The life so spent for such small gaine If leue and list might neuer cope Nor youth to runne from reasons race Nor yf strong sute might winne sure hope I would lesse blame a louers case For loue is hotte with great desire And sweete delight makes youth so fond That little sparkes wyl prooue great fyre And bring free hartes to endlesse bond Finis 20. Wantyng his desyre be complayneth THe sayling ships with ioy at lenght do touche the long desired port The hewing axe the oke doth waste the battring Canon breakes the fort Hard hagard Haukes stope to the lure wild coâ—s in time the bridle tames There is nothing so out of vre but to his kinde long time it frames Yet this I finde in time no time can winne my sute Though oft the
tree I clime I can not catche the fruite And yet the pleasant branches oft in yeelding wyse to me doo bowe When I would touch they spring aloft sone are they gone I wot not howe Thus I pursue the fleting flood like Tantalus in hel belowe Would god my case she vnderstood which can ful sone releue my woe Which yf 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 turne with rented sailes must needes retire And streame wind had plainely sworne by force to hinder my desire Like one that strikes vpon the rocks my weerie wrack I should bewaste And learne to know false fortunes mocks who smiles on me to small auaile Yet sith she only can my rented ship restore To helpe her wracked man but once I seeke no more Finis M. Edwardes 21. Trye before you trust IN freendes are found a heape of doubtes that double dealing vse A swarme of such I could finde 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 eche simple eare In humble port is poyson pact that plainenesse can not spie Which credites all and can not see where stinging serpentes lye Through hastie trust the harmelesse hart is easely hampred in And made beleeue it is good golde when it is lead and tin The first deceit that bleares mine eyes is faigned faith profest The second trappe is grating talke that gripes eche strangers brest The third deceit is greeting woordes with colours painted out Which biddes suspect to feare no smart nor dread no dangerous dout The fourth and last is long repaire which creepes in freendships lap And dayly hauntes that vnder trust deuiseth many a trap Lo how false freendes can frame a fetch to winne the wil with wyles To sauce their sleightes with sugred sops shadowe harme with smiles To serue their lustes are sundry sortes by practise diuers kindes Some carries honnie in their mouthes and venime in their mindes Mee thinkes the stones within the streetes should crie out in this case And euery one that doth them meete should shunne their double face Finis D. S. 22. A Lady forsaken complayneth IF pleasures be in painefulnesse in pleasures dooth my body rest If ioyes accorde with carefulnesse a ioyfull hart is in my brest If prison strong be libertie in libertie long haue I been If ioyes accord with miserie who can compare a lyfe to myne 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 paines to comfort then Yet since his seruant I became most like a bondman haue I beene Since first in bondage I became my woord and deede was 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 deserud disdayne Except he meane through false pretēce through forged loued to make a traine Nay nay alas my fained thoughts my frēded my fained ruth My pleasures past my present plaints shew wel I meane but to much truth But since I can not him attaine against my wil I let him goe And lest he glorie at my paine I wyl attempt to cloke my woe Youth learne by me but doo not proue for I haue proued to my paine What greeuous greefes do grow by loue what it is to loue in vaine Finis M. D. 23. Finding worldly ioyes but vanities he wysheth death FOrlorne in filthy froward fate wherein a thousand cares I finde By whom I doo lament my state annoide with fond afflicted mind A wretche in woe and dare not crie I liue and yet I wishe to dye The day in dole that seemeth long I pas with sighes heauy cheere And with these eyes I vewe the wrong that I sustaine by louing here Where my mishappes as rife doo dwell As plagues within the pit of hell A wailing wight I walke alone in desart dennes there to complaine Among the sauage sort to mone I flee my frends where they remaine And pleasure take to shun the sight Where erst I felt my cheefe delight A captiue clapt in chaynes of care lapt in the lawes of lethall loue My fleshe bones consumed bare with crauling greefes ful strange to proue Though hap dooth bidde me hope at least Whiles grasse dooth growe yet starues the beast A seeged fort with forraine force for want of ayde must yeelde at last So must my weeried pined corse submit it selfe to bitter tast Of crauling care that carkes my brest Tyll hop or death shall breede my rest Finis F. M. 24. Hauing marryed a woorthy Lady and taken away by death he complayneth his mishap IN youth when I at large did leade my life in lustie libertie When heuy thoughtes no one did spreade to let my pleasant fantesie No fortune seemd so hard could fall This freedome then that might make thrall And twentie yeres I skarse had spent whē to make ful my happy fate Both treasures great were on me cast with landes and titles of estate So as more blest then I stoode than Eke as me thought was neuer man. For of Dame Fortune who is he coulde more desyre by iust request The health with wealth and libertie al which at once I thus possest But maskyng in this ioly ioy A soden syght prooud al a toy For passyng on these merie dayes with new deuice of pleasures great And now then to viewe the rayes of beauties workes with cunnyng fret In heauenly hewes al which as one I oft behelde but bounde to none And one day rowlyng thus my eyes vpon these blessed wyghts at ease Among the rest one dyd I see who strayght my wandryng lookes dyd sease And stayed them firme but suche a syght Of beautie yet sawe neuer wyght What shal I seke to praise it more where tongs can not praise the same But to be short to louers lore I strayght my senses al dyd frame And were it wyt or were it chaunce I woonne the Garlande in this daunce And thus wher I before had thought no hap my fortune might encrese ▪ A double blis this chance forth brought so did my ladies loue me plese Her fayth so firme and constant suche As neue◠hart can prayse too muche But now with torments strange I tast the fickle stay of fortunes whele And where she raysde from height to cast with greater force of greefe to feele For from this hap of soden frowne Of Princes face she threwe me downe And thus exchange now hath it made my libertie a thing most deare In hateful prison for to fade where sundred from my louing feare My wealth and health standes at like stay Obscurely to consume away And last when humaine force was none could part our loue
heart so neare the pith Except suche sâ—lue as when the Scorpion stinges I might receâ—ue to heale my wounde therewith In vaine for ease my tongue alwayes it ringes And I for paines shall pearish through her guilt That can reioyce to see how I am spilt Finis E. S. 35 Though Fortune haue sette thee on hie Remember yet that thou shalt die TO die Dame nature did man frame Death is a thing most perfect sure We ought not natures workes to blame Shee made nothing still to endure That lawe shee made when we were borne That hence we should retourne againe To render right we must not scorne Death is due debt it is no paine The ciuill lawe doth bidde restore That thou hast taken vp of trust Thy life is lent thou must therfore Repâ—y except thou be vniust This life is like a poynted race To the ende wherof when man hath trode He must returne to former place He may not still remaine abrode Death hath in all the earth aright His power is great it stretcheth farre No Lord no Prince can scape his might No creature can his duetie barre The wise the iust the strong the hie The chast the meeke the free of hart The rich the poore who can denie Haue yeelded all vnto his dart Could Hercules that tamde eache wight Or else Vlisses with his witte Or Ianus who had all foresight Or chast Hypolit scape the pitte Could Cresus with his bagges of golde Or Irus with his hungrie paine Or Signus through his hardinesse bolde Driue backe the dayes of Death againe Seeing no man then can Death escape Nor hire him hence for any gaine We ought not feare his carraine shape He onely brings euell men to paine If thou haue ledde thy life aright Death is the ende of miserie If thou in God hast thy delight Thou diest to liue eternallie Eache wight therefore while he liues heere Let him thinke on his dying day In midst of wealth in midst of cheere Let him accompt he must away This thought makes man to God a frend This thought doth banish pride and sinne This thought doth bring a man in th end Where he of Death the field shall win 39 All thinges ar Vaine ALthough the purple morning bragges in brightnes of the sunne As though he had of chased night a glorious conquest wonne The Time by day giues place againe to forse of drowsie night And euery creature is constraind to chaunge his lustie plight Of pleasures all that heere we taste We feele the contrary at laste In spring though pleasant Zephirus hath frutefull earth inspired And nature hath each bushe each branch with blossomes braue attired Yet fruites and flowers as buds and blomes full quickly witherd be When stormie Winter comes to kill the Somers iolitie By Time are gotte by Time are lost All things wherein we pleasure most Although the Seas so calmely glide as daungers none appeare And dout of stormes in skie is none king Phebus shines so cleare Yet when the boistrous windes breake out and raging waues do swel The seely barke now heaues to heauen now sinkes againe to hel Thus chaunge in euery thing we see And nothing constant seemes to bee Who floweth most in worldly wealth of wealth is most vnsure And he that cheefely tastes of ioy doth sometime woe indure Who vaunteth most of numbred frends forgoe them all he must The fairest flesh and liuelest bioud is turnd at length to dust Experience geues a certaine grounde That certen heere is nothing founde Then trust to that which aye remaines the blisse of heauens aboue Which 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 holde alone The world is but a vanitie In heauen seeke we our suretie Finis F. K. 37 A vertuous Gentle woman in the praise of his Loue. I Am a Virgine faire and free and freely doe reioyce I sweetely warble sugred notes from siluer voyce For which delightfull ioyes yet thanke I curtesie loue By whose allmightie power such sweete delites I proue I walke the pleasant fieldes adornd with liuely greene And view the fragrant flowres most louely to be seene The purple Columbine the Cousloppe and the Lillie The Violet sweete the Daizie and Daffadillie The Woodbines on the hedge the red Rose and the white And cache fine flowres else that rendreth sweete delite Among the which I choose all those of seemeliest grace In thought resembling them to my deare louers face His louely face I meane whose golden flouring giftes His euer liuing Fame to loftie skie vpliftes Whom louing me I loue onely for vertues sake When vertuously to loue all onely care I take Of all which freshe faire flowers that flowre that doth appeare In my conceit most like to him I holde so deare I gather it I kisse it and eake deuise with it Suche kinde of liuely speeche as is for louers fit And then of all my flowres I make a garland fine With which my golden wyer heares together I doe twine And sette it on my head so taking that delight That I would take had I my louer still in sight For as in goodly flowres myne eyes great pleasure finde So are my louers gyftss most pleasant to my minde Vpon which vertuous gyftes I make more sweete repast Then they that for loue sportes the sweetest ioyes doo tast Finis M. K. 38. Oppressed with sorowe he wysheth death IF Fortune may enforce the carefull hart to cry And griping greefe constrayne the wounded wight lament Who then alas to mourne hath greater cause then I Agaynst whose hard mishâ—p both Heauen and Earth are bent For whom no helpe remaynes for whom no hope is left From whom all happy happes is fled and pleasure quite bereft Whose lyfe nought can prolong whose health nought can assure Whose death oh pleasant port of peace no creature can procure Whose passed proofe of pleasant ioy Mischaunce hath chaunged to greefes anoy And loe whose hope of better day Is ouerwhelmd with long delay Oh hard mishap Eache thing I plainely see whose vertues may auayle To ease the pinching payne which gripes the groning wyght By Phisickes sacred skill whose rule dooth seldome fayle Through labours long inspect is playnely brought to lyght I knowe there is no fruite no leafe no roote no rynde No hearbe no plant no iuyce no gumme no mettal deepely mind No Pearle no Precious stone ne Ieme of rare effect Whose vertues learned Gallens bookes at lardge doo not detect Yet all theyr force can not appease The furious fyttes of my disease Nor any drugge of Phisickes art Can ease the greefe that gripes my hart Oh straunge disease I heare the wyse affyrme that Nature hath in store A thousand secrete salues which Wysdome hath outfound To coole the scorching heate of euery smarting sore And healeth deepest scarre though greeuous be the wound The auncient prouerbe sayes
with sobbing voice besought the king of grace That he would licens hym with speede to depart out of that place And saied that he full long enough had tried now with feare What t is to be a happie man and princly rule to beare This deede of thyne oh Dionise deserues immortall fame This deede shall alwaies liue with praise though thou didst liue with shame Whereby bothe kyngs be put in minde their dangers to be great And subiects be forbid to clime high stepps of honours seate Finis 48. Fortitude A yong man of Aegipt and Valerian EChe one deserues great praise to haue but yet not like I think Bothe he that can sustain the yoke of paines doeth not shrink And he whom Cupids couert crafte can nothyng moue at all Into the harde and tangled knotts of Venus snares to fall Besturre you then who so delights in vertues race to ronne The fliyng boye with bowe ibent by strength to ouercome As one did once when he was yong and in his tender daies Whose stout and noble deede of his hath got immortall praise The wicked Romaines did pursue the sely Christians than What tyme Valerian Emperour was a wicked cruell man. Who spared not with bloudy draughts to quēche his owne desire Dispatchyng all that stucke to Christ with hotte consumyng fire At length a man of tender yeres was brought before his sight Suche one as Nature semed to make a witnesse of her might For euery parte so well was set that nothyng was depraued So that the cruell kyng hym self would gladly haue hym saued So loth he was to see a woorke so rare of Naturs power So finely built so sodainly destroied within an hower Then meanes he sought to ouercome or winne hym at the lest To slip from Christe whom he before had earnestly profest A bedde preparde so finely deckt suche diuers pleasaunt smels That well it might appeare a place where pleasure onely dwells By hym he laied a naked wenche a Venus darlyng sure With sugred speache louely toyes that might his minde allure Such wanton lewres as these he thought might eassy him entise Which things he knewe with lustie youth had alwaies been in prise Suche waies I thinke the Gods themselues could haue inuented none For flatteryng Venus ouercoms the senses euery chone And he hym self was euen at point to Venus to consent Had not his stout and manly mynde resisted his entent When he perceiued his fleshe to yelde to pleasures wanton toyes And was by sleight almoste prouoked to tast of Venus ioyes More cruell to hym self then those that glad would hym vndoo With bloudie tooth his tēder tong bote quite and cleane in twoo Thus was the paine so passyng greate of this his bloudie bitte That all the fire and carnall lust was quenched euery whitte Doe ill and all thy pleasures then full sone will passe awaie But yet the shame of those thy deedes will neuermore decaie Do well though thy paines be great yet sone eche one wil cease But yet the praise of those thy deedes will euermore increase Finis 49. iustice Zaleuch and his Sonne LEt rulers make most perfect lawes to rule both great smal If thei them selues obeye them not it boteth not at all As lawes be nought but rulers dome cōteining egall might So rulers should be speakyng lawes to rule by line of right Zaleuch the Prince of Locrine once appointed by decree Eche lecherer should be punished with losse of either eye His sonne by chaunce offended first whiche when his father sawe Lorde God how earnest then was he to execute the lawe Then ran the people all by flocks to hym with wepyng eyes Not one emong the rout therewas but pardon pardon cries By whose outcries and earnest sute his sonne in hope did stande That he thereby should then obtaine some pardon at his hande But all in vaine for he is founde to be the man he was And maketh hast so muche the more to haue the lawe to passe The people yet renued their sute in hope of some relief Whose faces all besprent with teares did testifie their grief And cried all for pities sake yelde now to our request If all you will not cleane remit yet ease the paine at lest Then somewhat was the father moued with all the peoples voice And euery man did giue a shoote to shewe thei did reioyce Well then quoth he it shal be thus the lawe shal be fufilde And yet my sonne shall fauour haue accordyng as you wilde One eye of his shal be pulde out thus hath his leudnesse got And likewise so shall one of myne though I deserue it not This worde no soner was pronoūcde but strait the deede was doen Twoo eyes no mo were left betwene the father and the sonne Saie now who can and on my faithe Apollo he shal be Was he more gentle father now or iuster Iudge trowe ye This man would not his lawes belike the webbs the spiders weue Wherein thei lurke when thei entende the simple to deceiue Wherewith small flies full sone be caught tangled ere thei wist When greate ones flie and scape awaie breake them as thei list Finis 50. Temperaunce Spurina and the Romaine Ladies IF nature beare thee so great loue the she in thee haue beautie plast Full harde it is as we doe proue to kepe the body cleane chast Twixt comelinesse and chastitie A deadly strife is thought to be For beautie whiche some men suppose to be as t were a golden ill Prouoketh strief and many foes that seke on her to worke her wil Assaults to tounes if many make No toune so strong but maie be take And this Spurina witnesse can who did for beautie beare the bell So cleane a wight so comly made no dame in Rome but loued wel Not one could cole her hote desire So burnyng was the flame of fire Like as when baite caste in the floud forthwith doeth cause the fishes come That pleasantly before did plaie now presently to death to runne For when thei see the baite to fall Straight waie thei swallowe hooke and all So when Spurina thei did see to hym thei flocked out of hande She happest dame was thought to be that in his fauour moste did stande Not knowyng vnder sweete deceits How Venus hids her poysoned baits But whē he sawe them thus to rage whom loue had linked in his chain This means he sought for to aswage these ladies of their greuous pain His shape intendyng to disgrace With many wounds he skotch his face By whiche his deede it came to passe that he that semed an angel bright Euen now so cleane disfigured was that he became a sothsom wight And rather had be foule and chast Then faire and filthie ioyes to tast What pen cā write or tōg expresse the worthy praises of this deede My think that God can do no lesse then graunt him heauen for his meede Who for to saue hym self vpright Hym self hath first destroyed
toyle the Seas Life ledd with losse of paines no lacke In stormes to winne muche restlesse case A bedlesse horde in seas vnrest Maie happ to hym that chaunseth best How sundrie sounds with lead and line Vnto the depe the shipman throwes No foote to spare he cries oft tymes No nere when how the master blowes If Neptune frown all be vndoen Strait waie the shipp the wrack hath won These daungers greate doe oft befall On those that there vpon the sande Iudge of their liues the best who shall How vile it is fewe vnderstande Alacke who then maie iudge their game Not thei whiche haue not felt the same But thei that fall in stormes and winde And daies and yeres haue spent therein Suche well may iudge since profe thei find In rage no rest till calme begin No more then those that loue doe faine Giue iudgement of true louers paine Finis W. H. No pleasure without some paine HOw can the tree but wast and wither awaie That hath not sometyme comfort of the Sonne How can that flower but fade and sone decaie That alwaies is with darke clouds ouer ronne Is this a life naie death you maie it call That feeles eche paine and knoweth no ioye at all What foodles 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 tonge to hym that is alone Is this a life naie death you maie it call That feeles eche paine and knowes no ioye at all Whereto serue eares if that there be no sounde Or suche a head where no deuise doeth growe But all of plaints since sorrowe is the grounde Whereby the harte doeth pine in deadly woe Is this a life naie death you maie it call That feeles eche paine and knows no ioye at all Finis L. Vaux ¶ The fruites of fained frendes IN choise of frends what happy had I to chuse one of Cirenes kinde Whose harpe whose pipe whose melodie could feede my eares make me blinde Whose pleasant noise made me forget that in sure trust was great deceit In trust I see is treason founde and man to man deceitfull is And whereas Treasure doeth abounde of flatterers there doe not misse Whose painted speache and outward showe doe seme as frends and be not so Would I haue thought in thee to be the nature of the Crokadill Whiche if a man a slepe maie see with bloudy thirst desires to kill And then with teares a while gan wepe the death of hym thus slaine a slepe O flatterer false thou traitor borne what mischief more might thou deuise Then thy deare frende to haue in scorne and hym to wounde in sondrie wise Whiche still a frende pretends to be and art not so by profe I se Fie fie vpon suche trechery Finis W. H. Beyng importunate at the length he obtaineth A. SHall I no waie winne you to graunt my desire B. What woman will graunt you the thyng you require A. You onely to loue me is all that craue B. You onely to leaue me is all I would haue A. My deare alas now saie not so B. To loue you best I must saie no A. Yet will I not flitt B. then plaie 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. The swifter I followe then you fly awaie B. Swift hauks in their fliyng oft times misse their pray A. Yet some killeth dedly 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 plaie 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. To loue is no daunger where true loue is ment B. I will loue no ranger lest that I repent A. My loue is no ranger I make God auow B. To trust your smoth saiyngs I sure knowe not how A. Moste truthe I meane as tyme shall well trie B. No truthe in men I oft espie A Yet will I not flitt B. then plaie on the bitt A. I will B. doe still A. yet kill not B. I will not A. Make me your man B. Be shrewe me than A. Some women maie saie naie and meane loue moste true B. Some women can make fools of as wise men as you A. In tyme I shall catche you I knowe when and where B. I will sone dispatche you you shall not come there A. Some speds at length that oft haue mist B. I am well armed come when you list A. Yet will I not flitt B. then plaie 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 frendly as I shall you proue A. Moste close you shall finde me I this doe protest B. Then sure you shall binde me to graunt your request A. O happie threde now haue I sponne B. You syng before the conquest wonne A. Why then will you swarne 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. B. ¶ Requiryng the fauour of his loue She aunswereth thus M. WHat death maie be compared to loue H. What grief therein now doest thou proue M. My paines alas who can expresse H. I see no cause of heauinesse M. My Ladies looks my wo hath wrought H. Then blame thyne eyes that first haue sought M. I burne alas and blowe the fire H. A foole consumes by his desire M. What shall I do than H come out and thou can H. Alas I die M. 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 smarte H. With thy owne sworde thou slaiest thy harte M. Suche pleasaunt baites who can refraine H. Suche beats will sure brede the greate paine M. What shal I do than H. Come out and thou can H. Alas I die M. what remedie M. Her golden beames myne eyes doe daze H. Vpon the Sonne thou maiest not gaze M. She might reward my cruell smarte H. She thinks thou bearest a fained harte M. She laughs to heare my wofull cries H. Forsake her then in tyme be wise M. No no alas that maie not bee H. No wise man then will pitie thee M. What shall I do than H. come out and thou can M. Alas I die H. what remedie M. A liuyng death loe thus I proue H. Suche are the fruts of froward loue M. O that I might her loue once againe H. Thy gaine would not halfe quite the paine M. Her