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A21166	The paradise of daintie deuises containyng sundrie pithie preceptes, learned counsailes and excellent inuentions : right pleasant and profitable for all ages / deuised and written for the most parte by M. Edwardes, sometime of her Maiesties chappell, the rest by sundrie learned gentlemen both of honor and worship, whose names hereafter followe.	Edwards, Richard, 1523?-1566.; Bernard, of Cluny, 12th cent. De contemptu mundi. English & Latin. Selections.; Vaux, Thomas Vaux, Baron, 1510-1556.; Hunnis, William, d. 1597.; Heywood, Jasper, 1535-1598.; E. O.; Kinwelmersh, Francis, d. 1580?; Sande, D.; Yloop, M.	1585 (1585)	STC 7520; ESTC S105441	59,068	98

THE PARADISE OF DAINTIE DEVISES Containyng sundrie pithie preceptes learned Counsailes and excellent Inuentions right pleasant and profitable for al estates Deuised and written for the most parte by M. EDWARDES sometime of her Maiesties Chappell the rest by sundry learned Gentlemen both of Honor and Worship whose names hereafter followe AT LONDON Printed by Robert Walde-graue for Edward White dwelling neere the little North-doore of Paules Church at the signe of the Gun Anno. 1585. ¶ The names of those who wrote these Deuises Sainct Barnard E. O. Lorde Vaux the elder W. Hunis Iasper Heiwood F. Kindlemarshe D. Sande M. Yloop. ¶ To the right honourable Syr Henry Compton Knight Lord Compton of Compton RIght Honourable and my very good Lord presuming vpon your courtesie I am bold to present vnto your honour this small Volume entituled The Paradise of daintie Deuises beyng penned by diuerse learned Gentlemen and collected together through the trauayle of one both of worship and credite for his priuate vse who not long since departed this life whiche when I had perused ouer not without the aduise of sondry of my frendes I determined by their good motion to set them in Print who thereunto greatly perswaded me with these and like wordes The writers of them were both of honour and worship besides that our owne Countrey-men and such as for their learnyng and grauitie might be accoumpted of among the wisest Furthermore the ditties both pithie and pleasaunt as well for the Inuention as Meeter and will yeld a farre greater delight beyng as they are so aptly made to be set to any song in fiue partes or song to Instrument Which well considering I purposed not to forsake so good an occasion beseeching your honour to accept in good part chiefly for the Aucthours sakes who though some of them are departed this life yet their worthy doings shall continue for euer for like as the shadow followeth the body so prayse followeth vertue and as the shadow goeth sometymes before and sometymes behinde so doth prayse also to vertue but the later it commeth the greater it is and to bee the better esteemed Thus fearing to offend your Honour with these my rude speaches I ende wishyng your Lordshyp many yeares of ioye Your good Lordships wholy to commaunde H. Dizle The Paradise The translation of the blessed S. Bernardes Verses conteinyng the vnstable felicitie of this wayfaring world Cur mundus militat sub vana gloria cuius prosperitas est transitoria Tam cito labitur eius potentia quàm vasa figuli quae sunt fragilia WHy doth eche state applie it selfe to worldly prayse And vndertake such toyle to heape vp honours gaine Whose seate though seeming sure on fickle Fortune stayes Whose giftes were neuer proued perpetuall to remaine But euen as yearthen pot with euery fillip failes So Fortunes fauour flits and Fame with Honour quailes Plus crede litteris scriptis in glacie quàm mundi fragilis vanae fallaciae Faellax in praemiis virtutis specie quae nunquam habuit tempus fiduciae Thinke rather firme to finde a figure grauen in Ise Whose substaunce subiect is to heate of shining Sunne Then hope for stedfast stay in wanton worldes deuise Whose feigned fonde delightes from falsheades forge doe come And vnder vertues veile are largely dealt about Deceiuing those who thinke their date will out Magis credendum est viris fallacibus quàm mundi miseris prosperitatibus Falsis insaniis voluptatibus falsisque studiis vanitatibus The trifely truthlesse tongue of rumours liyng lippes Deserues more trust then doth the highest happie hap That world to worldlinges giues for see how honour slippes To foolish fonde conceiptes to pleasures poisoned sap To studies false in proofe to artes applied to game To fickle fancies toyes which wisedome deemeth vaine Dic vbi Salomon olim tam nobilis vel vbi Sampson est dux inuincibilis Veldulcis Ionathas multum amabilis vel pulcher Absolon vultu mirabilis Where is the sacred kyng that Salomon the wise whose wisedome former time of duetie did commende where is that Sampson strong that monstrous man in size whose forced arme did cause the mightie pillers bend Where is the Pearelesse Prince the frendly Ionathas Or Absolon whose shape and fauour did surpasse Quò Caesar abiit celsus imperio vel diues splendidus totus in prandio Dic vbi Tullius clarius eloquio vel Aristotelus summus ingenio where is that Caesar now whose high renowned fame Of sondry conquestes wonne throughout the world did sounde Or Diues riche in store and riche in richely name whose chest with gold and dishe with dainties did abounde where is the passing grace of Tullies pleading skill Or Aristotles vaine whose penne had witte and will O esca vermium ô massa pulueris ô ros ô vanitas cur sic extolleris Ignoras penitùs vtrum cras vixeris fac bonum omnibus quam diupoteris O foode of filthy worme oh lompe of lothsome clay O life full like the dew which morning soone doth wast O shadow vaine whose shape with Sunne doth shrinke away why gloriest thou so much in honour to be plast Sith that no certaine houre of life thou doest enioy Most fit it were thy time in goodnesse to employ Quem breue festum est haec mundi gloria vt vmbra hominum sic eius gaudia Quae semper subtrahit aeterna praemia ducunt hominum ad dura deuia How short a banquet seemes the pompe of high renowne How like the sencelesse shape of shiuering shadowes thin Are wanton worldly toyes whose pleasure plucketh downe Our hartes from hope and handes from workes which heauen should win And takes vs from the trode which guides to endlesse gaine And sets vs in the way that leades to lasting paine Haec mundi gloria quae magnipenditur sacris in litteris flos foeni dicitur Vt leui folium quod vento rapitur sic vita hominum hac vita tollitur The pompe of worldly prayse which worldlinges hold so deare In holy sacred booke is likened to a flower whose date doth not containe a weeke a month or yeare But springing now doth fade againe within an hower And as the lightest leafe with winde about is throwne So light is life of man and lightly hence is blowne FINIS My lucke is losse 1. Our pleasures are but vanities BEhold the blast which blowes the blossomes from the tree The end whereof consumes and comes to nought we see Ere thou therfore be blowne from life that may not last Begin for grace to call for time mispent and past Haue minde on brittle life whose pleasures are but vayne On death likewise bethinke how thou shalt not remaine And feare thy Lord to greeue which sought thy soule to saue To sinne no more be bent but mercy aske and haue For death who doth not spare the kinges on yearth to kill Shall reape also from thee thy pleasure life and will That life which yet remaines and in thy brest appeares

wofull eyes do take their chief delight To feede their fill vpon the pleasaunt maze My hidden harmes that grow in me by sight With pinyng paynes do driue me from the gaze And to my hope I reape no other hire But burne my selfe and I do blow the fire FINIS I. Haiwood Looke or you leape IF thou in suretie safe wilt sit If thou delight at rest to dwell Spende no more wordes then shall seeme fit Let tongue in silence talke expell In all thinges that thou seest men bent See all say nought hold thee content In worldly workes degrees are three Makers doers and lookers on The lookers on haue libertie Both the others to iudge vpon Wherfore in all as men are bent See all say nought hold thee content The makers oft are in fault found The deers doubt of prayse or shame The lookers on finde surest ground They haue the fruite yet free from blame This doth perswade in all here ment See all say nought hold thee content The Prouerbe is not South and west which hath bene sayd long time agoe Of little medling commeth great rest The busie man neuer wanteth woe The best way is in all worldes sent See all say nought hold thee content FINIS I. Haiwood A description of the world WHat is this world a net to snare the soule A masse of sinne a desart of deceipt A momentes ioy an age of wretched dole A lure from grace for flesh a lothsome baite Unto the minde a canker worme of care Unsure vniust in rendring man his share A place where pride orerunnes the honest minde where riche men ioynes to robbe the shiftlesse wretch where bribing mistes do blind the Iudges eyen where Parasites the fattest croms do catch where good vesartes which chalenge like reward Are ouer blowen with blastes of light regard And what is man dust slime a puffe of winde Conceiude in sinne plast in the world with grief Brought vp with care till care hath caught his minde And then till death vouchsafe him some relief Day yea nor night his care doth take an end To gather goodes for other men to spend Oh foolish man that art in office plaist Thinke whence thou camste and whether thou shalt goe The haut high ekes small windes haue ouercast when slender weedes in roughest weather grow Euen so pale death oft spares the wretched wight And woundeth you who wallow in delight You lustie youthes that nourish high desire Abase your plumes which makes you looke so bigge The Colliers Cut the Courtiers Steede will tire Euen so the Clarke the Parsons graue doth digge whose happe so is yet here long life to winne Doth heape God wott but sorrow vpon sinne And to be short all sortes of men take heede The thunderboltes the loftie towers teare The lightning flash consumes the house of reede Yea more in time all earthly thinges will weare Saue onely man who as his earthly time is Shall liue in woe or els in endlesse blisse FINIS G. Gask A wittie and pleasaunt consaite WHat fonde delight what fancies straunge what deepe despight what sodaine chaunge what stilling strife what deepe debates Doe runne so rife in doltishe pates Who vewes and sees and takes no heede who seekes degrees and can not speede In steade of ioyes shall reape such woes As breed annoyes twixt frendes and foes who wiuing wantes and liues alone when thriuing scantes is ouerthrowne who seekes to thriue and finde no way May chaunce to striue and marre the play who spendes his wealth and winnes the wine Doth hurt himselfe and helpe the swine who hauntes the house where Ale is sold May gayne a croust and lose his gold Who spinnes by spight and reeles to woe Who takes delight in roling so Doth dubbe himselfe a drousie hedde And bringes drousie foole to bedde Who rides a loft and cannot rule Who sitts not soft and keepes his stoole Doth both content themselues with wrong But wisemen will not vse it long FINIS I.H. ¶ The complaynt of a Sinner And song by the Earle of Essex vpon his death bedde in Ireland O Heauenly God O Father deare cast downe thy tender eye Upon a wretche that prostrate here before thy face doth lye O poure thy precious oyle of grace into my wounded hart O let the droppes of mercy swage the rigour of my smart My fainting soule suppressed sore with carefull clogge of sinne In humble sort submittes it selfe thy mercy for to winne Graunt mercy then O Sauiour sweete to me most wofull thrall UUhose mournefull crie to thee O Lord doth still for mercy call Thy blessed will I haue despised vpon a stubburne minde And to the sway of worldly thinges my selfe I haue inclinde Forgetting heauen heauenly powers where God and Sainctes do dwell My life had like to tread the pathe that leades the way to hell But now my Lord my Lodestarre bright I will no more do so To thinke vpon my former life my hart doth melt for wo Alas I sigh alas I sobbe alas I doe repent That euer my licencious will so wickedly was bent Sith thus therfore with carefull plaint I do thy mercy craue O Lord for thy great mercies sake let me thy mercie haue Restore to life the wretched soule that els is like to dye So shall my voyce vnto thy name sing prayse eternally Now blessed be the Father first and blessed be the Sonne And blessed be the holy Ghost by whom all thinges are done Blesse me O blessed Trinitie with thy eternall grace That after death my soule may haue in heauen a dwelling place FINIS F. Kindlemarshe The fruite that springes from willfull wittes is ruth and ruine rage And sure what headlesse youth committes repentaunce rues in age I Rage in restlesse youth and ruines rule my dayes I rue too late my restlesse youth by rules of reasons wayes I ranne so long a race in searche of surest way That leysure learnd me trade the trace that lead to leude decay I gaue so large a rayne to vnrestrained bitte That now with proofe of after payne I waile my want of witte I trifled forth the time with trust to selfe conceiptes UUhilst plenties vse prickt forth my time to seeke for sugred baites wherein once learnde to finde I founde so sweete a tast That due foresight of after speede selfewill esteemed wast which will through wilfulnesse hath wrought my witlesse fall And heedelesse youthes vnskilfulnesse hath lapt my life in thrall whereby by proofe I know that pleasure breedeth paine And he that euill seede doth sow euill fruite must reape againe Let such therfore whose youth and purses are in prime Foresee and shunne the helpelesse ruth which sues mispent of time For want is next to wast and shame doth sinne ensue Euill speeding proofe hath heedelesse hast my selfe haue proued it true UUhen neighbours next house burnes tis time therof take heede For fortunes wheele hath choise of turnes which chaūge of chaunces breede My sayle hath bene aloft though now I

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

beare but low who climbes so high seeld falleth soft deadst ebbe hath highest flow FINIS ꝙ Yloop. Maister Edwardes his I may not IN may by kinde Dame Nature wills all earthly wights to sing In may the new and coupled foules may ioy the liuely spring In May the Nightingall her notes doth warble on the spray In May the birdes their mossie neastes doe timber as they may In May the swift and turning Hare her bagged belly slakes In May the little sucking UUatts doe plaie with tender Flaxe All creatures may in Maie be glad no may can me remoue I sorrow in May since I may not in May obtaine my loue The stately Harte in Maye doth mue his olde and palmed beames His state renewes in May he leapes to view Appollos streames In Maie the Bucke his horned toppes doth hang vpon the pale In Maie he seekes the pastures greene in ranging euery Dale In Maie the vgley speckled Snake doth cast her lothsome skinne In Maie the better that he may increase his scaley skinne All thinges in May I see they may reioyce like Turtle doue I sorrow in Maie since I may not in May obtayne my loue Now may I mourne in fruitfull Maie who may or can redresse May maie is sorrow since she that may with holdes my maie a freshe Thus I must may in pleasaunt Maie till I may May at will with her in Maie whose may my life now may both saue and spill Contented heartes that haue your hope in May you may at large Untolde your ioyes expell your cares and baske in pleasure barge Saue I alone in Maie that may lament for my behoue I mourne in Maie till that I may in May obtaine my loue FINIS The complaint of a sorrowfull Soule O Soueraigne salue of sinne who doest my soule behold That seekes her selfe from tangling faultes by striuing to vnfold What plea shall I put in when thou doest Summons send To iudge the people of the yearth and giue the world and end UUhen euery deede and worde yea euery secret thought In open vewe of all the worlde shall vnto light be brought So many Iudges shall against me sentence giue As by example of good woorkes hath taught how I should liue So many pleaders shall confound my carefull case As haue in one by sound aduise sought to engraft by grace So manie shall that time against me witnesse beare As haue beheld my fruitlesse faith and saw my sinnes appeare Whereon whils I do muse in my amazed minde Froward thoughts familiar foes most fiers assaults I finde My conscience to my face doth flatlie me accuse My secret thoughts within my eares do whisper still these newes Mine auarice and briberie my pride doth bragge me downe Mine enuie frets me like a file at other folks renowne Concupiscence inflames and lusts my limmes infect My meat doth burthen and my drinke my weaknesse doth detect My slanders rend my fame ambition doth supplant My greedinesse is not content but makes me waile for want My mirth but flatterie is my sorrowes are vnkinde Sith pleasures runne me out of breath and greefs suppresse my minde Behold my God whose might maie me a freeman make These were my freends whose counsels curst I was content to take These were the lawlesse Lords whom I did serue alwaie These were the maisters whose madde hests I did too much obaie Behold my faults most foule which follie first did frame In louing them I should haue loathed whens breedeth all my bane Now I do looke aloft with bashful blushing face On glorie thine that so I maie discerne my owne disgrace My manie spots and great must needs encrease my gilt Unlesse thou wash them in the bloud that for my sake was spilt Forgiue the faults O Lord which I from hart repent And graunt my daies to come maie be in thy sweet seruice spent FINIS I. Heiwood ¶ Alluding his state to the prodigall child THe wandring youth whose race so rashlie runne Hath left behinde to his eternall shame The thriftlesse title of the Prodigall sonne To quench remembraunce of his other name Mate now deuide the burthen of his blame with me whom wretchlesse thoughtes entised still To tread the trackt of his vnruly will He tooke his childes part at his fathers handes Of Gods free grace his giftes I did receiue He traueld farre in many forraigne landes My restlesse minde would neuer raging leaue False queanes did him of all his coine bereaue Fonde fancies stuft my braine with such abuse That no good hap could seeke to any vse They draue him out when all his pense was spent My lustes left me when strength with age was worne He was full fayne a Fermars hoggs to tent My life misled did reape deserued scorne Through hunger huge where with his trips were torne He wisht for swaddes euen so wisht I most vayne In fruitlesse pleasure fondly to remayne Now to come home with him and pardon pray My God I say against the heauens and thee I am not worthy that my lippes should say Behold thy handie worke and pitie me Of mercy yet my soule from faultes set free To serue thee here till thou appoint the time Through Christ vnto thy blessed ioyes to climbe FINIS I. Heiwood