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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Fulwels farewell vnto dame Fortune.
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Fulwels farewell vnto dame Fortune.
Farewell thou froward frowning dame, the fautor still of fooles:I list not learne thy fawning loare, I loth thy flattering schooles:
For tract of time by tryed truth, shall turne thy whirlinge wheele,
And throw him from thy tickle top, to tomble at thy heele.
My dreary date shall driue the line, to Atrops fatall blade,
Er I vnto thy filthy art, will frame my liuing trade:
Let greedy neede make olde wiues trot, to fill their rusty hutche:
Let Gnato feede his hungry panche, I list not to bee such.
Let Aristippus cogging skill, the ytching eares still rub:
And I with playne Diogenes, wil tumble in a Tub.
Where wee with rootes wil take repast, with conscience cleare possest:
Before fine fare, with tongue in mouth, quite from the heart in brest.
Adew therfore thou doting dame, I do disdaine thy skill:
And while I liue agaynst thy lore, I will direct my quill.
Thy fruite with filthy taste is fraught, yet faire to view of eyes:
Wherunder priuy poyson lurkes, and secret venime lyes.
The sap is sweete and pleasant bane, yet feedes the foolish minde:
Such graffes so set on rotten stockes, such fruite must yeeld by kinde,
I rather choose the homely dish that holesome drinke doth holde:
Then sugred wine with poyson saust, in cup of glittering golde.
As thou hast alwayes scornd my state, so I doo thee disdayne:
That pleasure is to dearely bought, that purchast is with payne.
And glorious though thy gyftes appeare, yet tickle is the stay:
And hatefull heartes pursues with grudge, thy golden giftes alway.
And when thy wrinkled forehed frownes vpon the welthy wight:
What sot is hee so simple then, that shewes not forth his spight.
Lyes prostrate at eche Peasants foote, to wayle his wofull hap,
When flud of wealth is turnd to eb, what greater greefe may bee:
Two contraries extreamely plaste, doth ay full yll agree.
Soo hee that hath bene finely fed with sweetenes of thy bower:
Most greeuously sustaynes the chaunge, when hee castes of the sower.
The meane estate, that thee contemnes, in stedfast boat doth row:
The Ship in safegard most doth passe, that beares her sayles but low
And for my part, I force thee not, thy frownes I can sustaine:
For if thou cause my speedy fall. I fall but in the playne.
This vantage then I haue by right, to vaunt where euer I goe:
That I may sit and smyle at thee, that haue deceiude thee soe.
But most of all I trust needes muse, that wisemen seeke thy grace:
Sith troubles so attend on them that haue thy freendly face.
But some can vse thee in thy kinde, whom thou hast finely fed:
And are not now to learne I trow to bring a babe to bed.
Let them that lyst that hazard try, and trust in thee repose:
As I by thee no gaynes doo seeke, so nothing will I lose.
And thus farewell, I will returne to Lady Hope agayne:
And for a token I thee sende, a dotinge Figge of Spayne.
FINIS.
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