The paine of pleasure describing in a perfect mirror, the miseries of man [by Anthony Munday] |
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Horses, Hawkes, and Dogs, The fift Pleasure
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Horses, Hawkes, and Dogs, The fift Pleasure
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so I leaue to write of Louers ioy,
Which many wayes doth worke a world of woe:
And I will now speake of some other ioy,
Which with small ioy, doth diuers sorrowes sowe.
As Horses, hawkes, houndes, birdes of diuers sortes,
Which to some mindes, doe make delightfull sportes.
Which many wayes doth worke a world of woe:
And I will now speake of some other ioy,
Which with small ioy, doth diuers sorrowes sowe.
As Horses, hawkes, houndes, birdes of diuers sortes,
Which to some mindes, doe make delightfull sportes.
As first, behold the stately stamping Steede,
That snuffes and snorts, and stands vpon no ground,
I must confesse a ioyfull sight in deede,
But he that hath the toyle and labour found,
In bringing him vnto that passe at first,
Will thinke of ioyes, the ioy in horse the worst.
That snuffes and snorts, and stands vpon no ground,
I must confesse a ioyfull sight in deede,
But he that hath the toyle and labour found,
In bringing him vnto that passe at first,
Will thinke of ioyes, the ioy in horse the worst.
Nowe he againe that neuer takes the paine,
To breake him so, but haue him broke to hand,
I thinke in deede, hath more ioy of the twaine,
In stately sort to see him stamping stand.
But if he take delight to ride him too:
Let him take heede what then hee seekes to doe.
To breake him so, but haue him broke to hand,
I thinke in deede, hath more ioy of the twaine,
In stately sort to see him stamping stand.
But if he take delight to ride him too:
Let him take heede what then hee seekes to doe.
For such a ioy may hap to breede such woe,
By iollitie in ryding without skill:
That he by fall, may catch so sore a blow,
As downe on ground, may make him lye there still.
Where broken bones, lim lamde, or bruses sore:
Will make him ioy in praunsing horse no more.
By iollitie in ryding without skill:
As downe on ground, may make him lye there still.
Where broken bones, lim lamde, or bruses sore:
Will make him ioy in praunsing horse no more.
And if againe he chaunce to sit him fast,
Whereby he may the more increase his ioy:
Yet is hee not assurde his ioy will last,
But it will turne vnto his great annoy.
For by ill hap his horse may fall sore sicke,
Or halt downe right, by shooing ill, or pricke.
Whereby he may the more increase his ioy:
Yet is hee not assurde his ioy will last,
But it will turne vnto his great annoy.
For by ill hap his horse may fall sore sicke,
Or halt downe right, by shooing ill, or pricke.
Perchance againe he ride him till he sweate,
And set him vp vnwalked, somewhat hote:
And so doo make him catch so sore a heate,
As ten to one if shortly he dye not.
And if he dye, then farewell Maisters ioy:
And Ryders paynes, and farewell foolish toy.
And set him vp vnwalked, somewhat hote:
And so doo make him catch so sore a heate,
As ten to one if shortly he dye not.
And if he dye, then farewell Maisters ioy:
And Ryders paynes, and farewell foolish toy.
Hawkes.
So
ioy in Hawkes, good Lord how some delight,
To see them kill a byrd of meaner strength:
Some marke the pitch in making of their flight,
Some loue the Hawke that flyeth out at length.
Some most of all, the short wingde hawke esteeme,
Some long wingde hawkes the brauest birdes doe deeme.
To see them kill a byrd of meaner strength:
Some marke the pitch in making of their flight,
Some loue the Hawke that flyeth out at length.
Some most of all, the short wingde hawke esteeme,
Some long wingde hawkes the brauest birdes doe deeme.
Some loue to see the Goshawke roughly rush,
Thorow the woods, and perch from tree to tree,
And ceaze vpon the Fesant in the bush,
And sure it is a prettie sporte to see.
But in respect of any worthy ioy:
God knowes it is but euen a very toy.
Thorow the woods, and perch from tree to tree,
And ceaze vpon the Fesant in the bush,
And sure it is a prettie sporte to see.
But in respect of any worthy ioy:
God knowes it is but euen a very toy.
But let it be to some a great delight,
Yet see what toyle it dayly brings withall:
First, if she take a gadding in her flight,
Then ride and runne, and marre Horse, man and all.
And tyre themselues to seeke a foolish Kite,
Yet loose her too, and then what greater spight?
Yet see what toyle it dayly brings withall:
First, if she take a gadding in her flight,
Then ride and runne, and marre Horse, man and all.
And tyre themselues to seeke a foolish Kite,
Yet loose her too, and then what greater spight?
And let her be the finest Hawke that is,
And neuer gad, nor haue ill qualities:
And what shee flyes at, seeld or neuer misse,
Yet is shee not quite free from ieopardies.
Some foolish thorne may strike a too her wing,
And flying marde, then farewell foolish thing.
And neuer gad, nor haue ill qualities:
And what shee flyes at, seeld or neuer misse,
Yet is shee not quite free from ieopardies.
Some foolish thorne may strike a too her wing,
And flying marde, then farewell foolish thing.
What should I neede of other Hawkes to write?
As Faulcon, Tassel, Lanner, and Lanneret:
With little Hawkes, that Ladies take delight
Fine Faulknor like, vpon their fist to set.
As Sparhawke, Merline, birds I must confesse,
For Ladies fit, I can well say no lesse.
As Faulcon, Tassel, Lanner, and Lanneret:
With little Hawkes, that Ladies take delight
Fine Faulknor like, vpon their fist to set.
As Sparhawke, Merline, birds I must confesse,
For Ladies fit, I can well say no lesse.
But of all Hawkes, those Hawkes are yet the worst,
For if they catch a bruse abroade in flight,
Then tender harts, straight into teares they burst,
For loosing of a little peeuish Kite.
A goodly thing to giue such cause of ioy,
As beeing lost, should breede so great annoy.
For if they catch a bruse abroade in flight,
Then tender harts, straight into teares they burst,
For loosing of a little peeuish Kite.
A goodly thing to giue such cause of ioy,
As beeing lost, should breede so great annoy.
Now some againe it is a sport to see,
What mone they make, some first will sighing say:
It is my lucke, what most delighteth mee,
Comes to some mischiefe one or other way.
And some will say, my froward dreame to night,
Pretended me this day some foule dispight.
What mone they make, some first will sighing say:
It is my lucke, what most delighteth mee,
Comes to some mischiefe one or other way.
And some will say, my froward dreame to night,
Pretended me this day some foule dispight.
But let me leaue of Beasts and birds to write,
And let me now vnto some other ioyes:
Which with delight, doe breede as great dispight,
Which wisely wayde, may well be thought but toyes.
As dauncing, singing, wrestling, leaping too:
Which who almost but doeth delight to doo.
And let me now vnto some other ioyes:
Which with delight, doe breede as great dispight,
Which wisely wayde, may well be thought but toyes.
As dauncing, singing, wrestling, leaping too:
Which who almost but doeth delight to doo.
Which pleasant sports, ere they be well attainde,
Do breede some paine, to them that seeke the same:
And some of them ere they be throughly gaind,
Doe often strike some limme or other lame.
I will not say, though some haue found it so:
Some of their sports, doe breede their deadly woe.
Do breede some paine, to them that seeke the same:
And some of them ere they be throughly gaind,
Doe often strike some limme or other lame.
I will not say, though some haue found it so:
Some of their sports, doe breede their deadly woe.
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