print to shew A sure beléefe did straight inuade his ouerlyuing minde Tâ—at there the fatall ende alas of Thisbie was assinde And that her dainty flesh of beastes a pray vnmeet was made Wherwith distrest with woodlike rage the words he out abrade The lamentacion of Piramus for elâ—e loffe of his Loue Thisbie THis is the day wherin my irksome life And I of lyuely breath the last shall spend Nor death I dread for fled is feare care strife Daunger and all wheron they did depend Thisbie is dead and Pirame at his ende For neuer shall reporte hereafter say That Pyrame lyu'de his Lady tane away O soueraigne God what straung outragious woe Presents alas this corsiue to my hart Ah sauage beaste how durst thy spight vndoe Or séeke woes mée so perfect loue to part O Thisbie mine that was and only art My liues defence and I the cause alone Of thy decay and mine eternall mone Come Lyon thou whose rage here only shew Aduaunce with spéede and doo mée eke deuoure For ruthlesse fact so shalt thou pitty shew And mée too heere within thy brest restore Where wée shall rest togeather euermore Ah since thy corps thou graues within thy wombe Denye mée not swéet beast the selfesame tombe Alas my ioy thou parted art from mée By far more cruell meane then woonted fine Or common law of nature doth decrée And that encreaseth for woe this gréefe of mine Of that beautie only which was deuine And soueraigne most of all that liued here No litle signe may found be any where If the dead corps alas did yet remayne O great cruelty O rage of fortune spight More gréeuous far then any tongue may fayne To reue her life and in my more despight Mée to defraude of that my last delight Her once t' mbrace or yet her visage pale To kisse full oftâ— and as I should bewayle But since from mée thou hast the meane outchast Of this poore ioy thy might I héere defie For maugre thee and all the power thou hast In Plutoes raigne togeather will wée bée And you my loue since you are dead for mée Good reason is that I for you agayne Receiue no lesse but euen the selfsame payne Ah Mulberie thou witnes of our woe Right vnder thée assigned was the place Of all our ioy but thou our common foo Consented hast vnto her death alas Of beauty all that had alone the grace And therfore as the chéefe of others all Let men the Tree of deadly woe thée call Graunt our great God for honor of thy name A guerdoâ—â—f the woe wée shall here haue For I nill 〈◊〉 shée dead that rulde thesame Pronounce O Pluto from thy hollow Caue Where stayes thy raigne and let this trée receiue Such sentence iust as may a witnesse bée Of dollour most to all that shall it see ANd with those wordes his naked blade hée fiersly froÌ„ his side Out drew through his brest it forst with mortal wouÌ„d to glide The streames of gory blood out glush but hée with manly hart Careles of death and euery payne that death could them imparte His Thisbies kerchéefe hard hée straines kist with stedfast chere And harder strainde and ofter kist as death him drew more nere The Mulberies whose hue before had euer white lo béene To blackish collour straight transformed black ay since are séen And Thisbie then who all that while had kept the hollow trée Least hap her Louers long aboad may séeme him mockt to bée Shakes of all feare and passeth foorth in hope her loue to tell What terror great shée late was in and wonderous case her fel But wheÌ„ she doth approche that treâ— whos◠〈…〉 were Abasht she stands musing much how 〈…〉 should appere Her Pyramus with sights prosound and 〈…〉 that plained Shee hard and him a kerchefe saw how hee bit 〈◊〉 and strained Shee neuer drew but wheÌ„ the sword and gaping wound she saw The anguish great shee had therof her caus'd to ouerthrow In deadly swoone and to her selfe shee beeing come agayne With pittious playnts and deadly dole her loue shee did coÌ„playne That doone shee did her body leane and on him softly lay She kist his face whose collour fresh is spent and falne away Then to the sword these woords she sayth thou sword of bitter gall â–ª Thou hast bereaued mee my Loue my comfort ioy and all With that deare blood woes me of his thy cursed blade doth shine Wherfore thinke not thou canst be free to shed the same of mine In life no meane though wee it sought vs to assemble could Death shall who hath already his mine shall straight vnfolde And you O Gods this last request for ruthe yet graunt it mee That as one death wee should receiue one Tombe our graue may bee With that agayn she oft him kist then shee speaketh thus O Louer mine beholde thy loue alas my Pyramus Yet ere I dye beholde mee once that comfort not denye To her with thee that liu'd and lou'd and eke with thee will dye The Gentilman with this and as the lastest throwes of death Did pearce full fast at that same stroke to end both life and breath The voice hee knows euen ther with castes vp his heauy eyes And sees his loue hee striues to speake but death at hand denyes Yet loue whose might not theÌ„ was queÌ„cht in spite of death gaue streÌ„gth And causde froÌ„ bottoÌ„ of his hart these words to pas at leÌ„gth Alas my loue and liue ye yet did not your life define By Lyones rage the foe therof and caus'd that this of mine Is spent and past or as I thinke it is your soule so deare That seekes to ioy and honor both my last aduenture heare Euen with that woord a profound sighe from bottom of his hart Out cast his corps and spirit of life in sunder did depart Then Thisbie efte with shrike so shrill as dynned in the skye Swaps down in swoone shee eft reuiues hents the sword hereby Wherwith beneath her pap alas into her brest shée strake Saying thus will I die for him that thus dyed for my sake The purple Skaâ—let streames downe ran shee her close doth lay Unto her loue him kissing still as life did pyne away Lo thus they lou'd and died and dead one tombe theÌ„ graued there And Mulberies in signe of woe from white to blacke turnde were FINIS ⧠The lamentacion of a Gentilwoman vpon the death of her late deceased frend William Gruffith Gent. A doutfull dying dolefull Dame Not fearing death nor forcing life Nor caring ought for flitting fame Emongst such sturdy stormes of strife Here doth shee mourne and write her will Vpon her liked Louers ende Graunt Muses nyne your sacred skill Helpe to assist your mournfull freend Embouldned with your Nimphish ayde Shee will not cease but seeke to singe And eke employ her willing head Her Gruffithes prayse with ruthe to ringe WIth Poets pen I doo not preace to
I not to learne And I did thinke you such that litle knew of guile But seemings now be plaste for deedes and please fulwel the while Why doo I wâ—nder thus to thinke this same so strange Who hath assayed and knoweth not that wemen choose to change Haue you thus sone forgot the doutes and dreades you made Of yongmens loue how litle holde how sone away they fade How hardly you beleeued â–ª how often would you say My wordes were spoken of the splene and I as oft denay How oft did you protest with handes vpstretcht to skyes How oft with othes vnto the Gods how oft with weeping eyes Did you beseech them all to rid your spending dayes When that you thought to leaue your fréend to dy without delayes Mée thought in heauen I saw how Ioue did laughe to skornâ— To sée you sweare so solemly and ment to be forsworne But as the Sirens singe when treason they procure So smyling baytes the harmles soules vnto their bane alure Thy fawning flattering wordes which now full falce I finde Perswades mee to content my selfe and turne from Cressids kinde And all the sorte of those that vse such craft I wish A speedy end or lothsome life to liue with Lasars dish Yet pardon I do pray and if my wordes offend A crased ship amid the streame the Marriner must mende And I thus to it and turnd whose life to shipwracke goes Complaynes of wrongs thou hast mee don and all my greefe forth showes And could your hart consent and could you gree therto Thus to betray your faythful freend and promis to vndo If nought your wordes could binde to holde your suer behest Nor ought my loue ne othes you sware could bide within your brest Yet for the worldly shame that by this facte might rise Or for the losse of your good name for dealing in this wise Or thus to see mee greeu'd tormented still in payne Thy gentil hart should haue bin pleasde such murder to refrayne But through thy cruell deede if that vntamed death With speedy dart shall rid my life or leaue my lyuing breath The gods then can and will requite thy bloddy acte And them I pray with lowly sute for to reuenge thy facte God graunt the earth may bring nought forth to thy auayle â–ª Nor any thing thou takest in hand to purpose may preuayle Thy most desired freend I wish may bee most coy Wherin thou doost thée most delite and takest the greatest ioy That same I would might turne vnto thy most mischeefe That in thy life thy hart may feele the smart of others greefe But sith no good can come of thy mishap to mee I graunt some blame I doo deserue that thus desire to see Thy blisfull life so changde from weaâ—e to wretched state When freendes do breake the bonde of loue then is their greatest hate Thy deedes do sure deserue much more reuenging spight Then hart can thinke or tongue can tel or this my pen can wright Thy bewty bright is sutch that well it would inuade A hart more hard then Tigar wilde and more it can perswade Then Tullyes cunning tongue or Ouids louing tale Well may I curse and ban them both that so haue brewed my bale I feare to praise to far least haply I begin To kindle fier that well is quencht and burne mée all within For well I may compare and boldly dare it say Thou art the Quéene of women kinde and all they ought obay And all for shame doo blush when thou doost come in place They curse ech thing that gaue thée life and more disdain thy face Then any liuyng wight doth hate the Serpent foule Or birdes that singe and flies by day abhors the shrikyng Owle Oh that a constant minde had guided forth thy dayes I had not then assayd myshap nor pen spoke thy disprayse Decréed sith that thou art for euer to forsake mée In sorrows swéete I wil mée shrine till death shall list to take mée Bewayle O woful eyes with fluds of flowing teares This great mischaunce thy lothsome life that all ill hap vp beares Since parted is your ioy resigne likewise your sight I neuer will agree to like or looke on other wight Nor neuer shall my mouth consent to pleasant sound But pale and leane with hollow lookes till death I will bée found And you vnhappy handes with lyking foode that fed mée Leaue of to labor more for mée since sorrow thus hath sped mée Lament vnlustie legges bée lame for euer more Sith shée is gone for whom you kept your willing pace in store O hatefull heauy hart bewayle thy great vnrest Consume thy selfe or part in twaine within my blouddy brest And yée my sences all whose helpe was aye at hand To length the life that lingreth now and lothsomely doth stand Yée sonne ye moone and starres that gyues the gladsome light Forbeare to show your force a while let all bée irkesome night Let neuer soyle bringe forth agayn the lusty gréene Nor trées that new dispoyled are with leafe be euer séene Let neither birde nor beast posses their wonted minde Let all the thinges that liues on earth be turned from their kinde Let all the furies forth that pine in Hell with payne Let all their torments come abroad with lyuing wightes to rayne Let peace be turnd to war let all consume with fier Sith I must dâ—e that once did ioy and lose that I desier I hate my life and breath I hate delighting food I hate my greefe I hate my death I hate that doth mee good I hate the gentill hart that rueth on my payne I hate the cruell stubborn sorte that doth my life disdayne I hate al sortes of men that haue their life in price And those I hate that folow death esteeming them vnwise I hate thâ—se carefull thoughtes that thinke on my sweet â—o I hate my selfe then twice as much if I forget her so I hate what would you more I wot not what I hate I wish her dead and layed in graue I wish her better state Come wilde and sauadge beastes stretch forth your cruell pawes Dismember mee consume my flesh imbrew your greedy iawes Within your entrayles see a coffin ye prepare To tombe this carefull corpes that now vnwillingly I bare Come lingringe slothful death that doost the wretch deny To show thy force and ridst the riche that list not for to dye Is this the recompence is this the due reward Doth loue thus pay his seruants hier and doth hee thus regard And doth hee vse to set the harmles soules on fier With faire sweet intisinge lookes to kindle their desier Fye false loue that hast so decte with bewty bright A Lady faire with such vntroth to worke such cruell spight And ye that did pursue blinde loue with speedy pace â—esâ—rame your steps example take of this my wofull case Let this alone suffise that in few wordes I say Who can beware by others harmes thrice blest and happy they Beleeue
honor to aspire Whose greatest pompe doth but a while endure For proofe the flower bedect with gorgious hew As soone with heate of scorching sun doth fade As doth the weede the which vnséemly grew And showes it selfe vncouerd with the shade The stately ship which floates on fâ—ming fluds With waue is tost as soone to surging Seas Doth yéeld his pompe though fraught with store of goods As vessell weake whose force the streame assayes Our selues may show the state of eche degrée As Sampson stout whose force Philistians felt For wealth let Diues glut with golde our Mirror bée Marke Nemrods fall whose hart with pride was swelt And diuers mo whose preter pathes may learne Our future steps our vayn vnsteady stay Whose elder lyues already past may warne Us shun such snares which leades vs to decay FINIS T. P. The fall of folly exampled by needy Age. BEhold mée here whose youth to withered yeres Doth bow and bend compeld by crooked age Sée here my lyms whose strength benumbde weres Whose pleasure spent gray heares bids to bee sage But loe to late I lothe my life lewd spent And wish in vayne I had foreséene in youth These drowsie dayes which mooues mee to lament My idle youth prou'd what therof ensueth Unstorde olde yeres must serue for lusty prime These féebled ioynts must séeke to serue their want With tedious toyle because I vsde not time Loe thus I liue suffisde perforce to scant In flaunting yeres I flaunting florisht forth Amid delight puft vp with puffing pryde Meane garments then I déemed nothing worth Nay scace the best might serue my flesh to hide I thought them foes which tolde mée of my fault And iudgd them speake of rigor not good will Who toulde of gayne mée thought for hire did hault Then loe I lothde what now I wish by skill Experience mooues mée mone the more my gréefe In lyuely yeres because I did not shun Such idle steps least voyd of such reléefe As might haue helpt my age now youth is dun But what preuayles to wish I would I had Sith time delayd may not bee calde agayne A guerdon iust for such as youth too bad Consumes it is in time therfore take payne Seeke how in youth to serue contented age Learne how to lead your life in vertues lore Beholde you mee attacht with death his page Constraynd through want my lewdnes to deplore What greefe more great vnto a hauty hart Then is distresse by folly forste to fall What care more cruell or lothsom to depart From wealth to want it greeues vs to the gall But what auayles to boast or vaunt of vayne What profit i st to prayse a passed pryde Sith it consum'd is but a pinching payne A heape of harmes whose hurt I wretch haue tryde A direfull dreed a surge of sorowing sobs A carking care a mount of mestiue mone A sacke of sin coucht full of cankered knobs A wauering weed whose force is soone orethrone For proofe behold the boast of breathing breath See see how soone his valiaunst vaunt doth vade Our pleasant prime is subiect vnto death By vices vrgde in waues of wo to wade I know the state and trust of euery tyme I see the shame wherto eche vice doth cum Therfore by mee learne how to leaue such crime Foeâ—ix quem faciunt aliena pericula cautum Let mee your Mirror learne you leaue what 's lewd My fall forepassed let teach you to beware My auncient yeres with tryall tript haue vewd The vaunt of vice to be but carking care FINIS T.P. ¶ A proper Sonet how time consumeth all earthly thinges AY mee ay mee I sighe to see the Sythe a fielde Downe goeth the Grasse soone wrought to withered Hay Ay mee alas ay mee alas that beauty needes must yeeld And Princes passe as Grasse doth fade away Ay mee ay mee that life cannot haue lasting leaue Nor Golde take holde of euerlasting ioy Ay mee alas ay mee alas that time hath talents to receyue And yet no time can make a suer stay Ay mee ay mee that wit can not haue wished choyce Nor wish can win that will desires to see Ay mee alas ay mee alas that mirth can promis no reioyce Nor study tell what afterward shal bee Ay mee ay mee that no sure staffe is giuen to age Nor age can giue sure wit that youth will take Ay mee alas ay mee alas that no counsell wise and sage Will shun the show that all doth marre and make Ay mee ay mee come time sheare on and shake thy Hay It is no boote to baulke thy bitter blowes Ay mee alas ay mee alas come time take euery thing away For all is thine bee it good or bad that growes FINIS A Mirror of Mortallity SSall clammy clay shrowd such a gallant gloze â—ust beauty braue be shrinde in dankish earth Shall crawling wormes deuoure such liuely showes of yong delights When valyant corps shall yéeld the latter breath Shall pleasure vade must puffing pride decay Shall flesh consume must thought resigne to clay Shall haughty hart haue hire to his desart Must deepe desire die drenchd in direfull dread Shall déeds lewd dun in fine reape bitter smart Must each vade when life shall leaue vs dead Shall Lands remayne must wealth be left behinde Is sence depriu'd when flesh in earth is shrinde Séeke then to shun the snares of vayne delight Which moues the minde in youth from vertues lore Leaue of the vaunt of pride and manly might Sith all must yeeld when death the flesh shall gore And way these wordes as soone for to be solde To Market cums the yonge shéepe as the olde No trust in time our dayes vncertayne bee Like as the flower bedect with splendant hue Whose gallant show soone dride with heat wee see Of scorching beames though late it brauely grew Wée all must yeeld the best shall not denye Unsure is death yet certayn wee shall dye Although a while we vaunt in youthful yeares In yonge delightes wee see me to liue at rest Wee subiect bee to griefe eche horror feares The valiaunst harts when death doth daunt the brest Then vse thy talent here vnto thee lent That thou mayst well account how it is spent FINIS T.P. A briefe dialogue between sicknesse and worldly desire ¶ Sicknesse TO darkesome caue where crawling wormes remayn Thou worldly wretch resigne thy boasting breath Yéeld vp thy pompe thy corps must passe agayn From whence it came compeld by dreadfull death ¶ Worldly desire Oh sicknesse sore thy paines doo pearce my hart Thou messenger of death whose goryng gripes mee greue Permit a while mee loth yet to depart From fréends and goods which I behinde must leaue ¶ Sicknesse Ah silly soule entis'de with worldly vayne As well as thou thy fréends must yéeld to death Though after thee a while they doo remayne They shall not still continue on the earth ¶ Worldly desire What must I then néede shrine in gastly graue And leaue what long I