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Tennis, The twelft pleasure.

What sport is it to cut a Ball in kinde,
Or strike a Ball into the hazard fine:
Or bandie Balles, to flie against the winde,
Or strike a ball low, leuell ore the line.
Or make a Chase or hazard for a game,
Then with a brickle wall to winne the same.
Oh braue delightes, but he that thinkes vpon
The vnknowne charge that groweth by the same,
Will say, when once his store of coyne is gone,
Of all sportes, Tennis is a costly game.
Which cost considered, soone will driue away,
The deere delight that growes by Tennis play.
Yet will I not dispraise the Tennis so,
That I would wish no man should vse the same.
For by the game no hurt is like to grow,
Except a man doe too much vse the same.
For I would haue it vsde for exercise:
In some cold mornings, and not othewise.
For as I said in other things before,
Tis not the thing, but the delight therein:


That makes or marres, delightes or greeueth sore,
Then take good heede, when first you doe begin.
To take delight in any kinde of thing:
For too much ioy doth after sorrow bring.
Then vse the Tennis, wisely now and than,
To exercise your lustlesse limmes withall:
And doe not thinke to doe more then you can,
With labouring and toyling at a ball,
Least that you thinke, in stead of sweete delight:
With painefull toyle you buy a deere despight.
And as of Tennis, so againe I finde:
In other sportes, as shooting, bowling too:
Wherein too many, so much set their minde,
As all day long they little els can doe.
Would they but way the woes thereby they win:
And they would leaue their fond delight therein.