The First Parte, of The Eyghth liberall Science Entituled, Ars adulandi, The Arte of Flatterie, with the confutation therof, both very pleasaunt and profitable, deuised and compiled, by Vlpian Fulwell |
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Adulatior, or flatterie.
Beholde the bragges that Sisters seauen haue made,
Suruiew their vaunts that seeme to shine so bright
My glittering skill shall clips them in the shade:
In mee appeares the beames of perfect light.
My flattering tongue shall gaine more then they all,
I geue the trip and they shall take the fall.
Suruiew their vaunts that seeme to shine so bright
My glittering skill shall clips them in the shade:
In mee appeares the beames of perfect light.
My flattering tongue shall gaine more then they all,
I geue the trip and they shall take the fall.
Grammarians gaine nought els but bread and cheese,
Perchance dame Logick haue a small reward,
Nete Eloquence will pleade for slender fees:
Nice Musick as a Minstrel men regard.
Arrithmatick obtaines but litle thrift,
Astronomy serues for a simple shift.
Perchance dame Logick haue a small reward,
Nete Eloquence will pleade for slender fees:
Nice Musick as a Minstrel men regard.
Arrithmatick obtaines but litle thrift,
Astronomy serues for a simple shift.
Geometrie may iog on barrels bun,
And drinke the dregs when liquor al is spent,
My golden Art the game and gole hath won:
To my sweete skill, eche hart and eare is bent.
The Well of wealth my Science doth contriue,
Then learne my lore all ye that meane to thriue.
And drinke the dregs when liquor al is spent,
My golden Art the game and gole hath won:
To my sweete skill, eche hart and eare is bent.
The Well of wealth my Science doth contriue,
Then learne my lore all ye that meane to thriue.
To mee doth flow the flood of happy state,
In mee is matcht a masse of worldly blisse,
No sturdy storme my fauour may abate:
For Princely cares my presence may not misse.
I spin the threed and weaue the web of hap,
And none but I may sit in Fortunes lap.
In mee is matcht a masse of worldly blisse,
No sturdy storme my fauour may abate:
For Princely cares my presence may not misse.
I spin the threed and weaue the web of hap,
And none but I may sit in Fortunes lap.
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