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A banqvet of daintie conceits

Furnished with verie delicate and choyse inuentions, to delight their mindes, who take pleasure in Musique, and there-withall to sing sweete Ditties, either to the Lute, Bandora, Virginalles, or anie other Instrument. Published at the desire of both Honorable and Worshipfull personages, who haue had copies of diuers of the Ditties heerein contained. Written by A. M. [i.e. Anthony Munday]
 
 

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A Dittie, wherein may be discerned the troublesome daungers, & vneasie passages in this world: exampled by a very proper discourse of a Trauailer in his iourney, howe many and sundry mischaunces happened vnto him.
 
 
 
 



A Dittie, wherein may be discerned the troublesome daungers, & vneasie passages in this world: exampled by a very proper discourse of a Trauailer in his iourney, howe many and sundry mischaunces happened vnto him.

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This Dittie may be sung to the Countesse of Ormonds Galliard.

A certaine yong man, as I reade,
that trauelled on his way:


On such affayres and businesse,
as his occasions lay.
Passing through waste and desart soyles,
which drew his mind in sadnesse:
At last he spied a pleasant plaine,
which gaue some cause of gladnesse.
Walking along this pleasant plaine,
more merrie then before:
Feeding his eyes with pleasant sighes,
whereof this place had store.
At last, on suddaine he espyed,
foure Lyons very fiercelie:
Preparde themselues to runne at him,
which he did brooke but scarcelie.
He seeing refuge on no side,
his life in daungerous plight:
Did take himselfe vnto his legges,
to shun them if he might.
But well he knewe that running long,
his strength perforce must fayle him:
And then his rauenous enemies,
might easilie assayle him.
He thought it better (if he could)
some where in secrete hid him:
So running on, he sawe a place,
whereof he did prouide him.
A Well besette with little twigges,
which catching hold vpon:
He thought to hang there by the hands,
vntill the Beastes were gone.


So casting both his legges abroade,
on either side the Well,
Where best he might sustaine himselfe,
what happe so euer fell.
With hands and feete such shift he made,
as well he could not fall:
Nor yet the Lyons if they came,
might come at him at all.
The Lions hauing lost the sight,
of this perplexed man:
Followed no more, but to the woods,
againe they swiftly ran.
He looking downe into the Well,
a hideous Dragon sawe:
With yawning mouth waighting his fall,
to glutte his greedie mawe.
The yong man nowe more fearefull was,
then at his first mishappe:
Perceiuing where he lookt for ayde,
he found the doubtful'st trappe.
If he should fall, the Dragon stoode,
at hand for to receiue him:
The Lyons were without (he thought)
of life for to bereaue him.
In this so great extremitie,
he wist not what to doo:
Seeing his death before his eyes,
and by such tyrants too.
Besides, there had he hung so long,
and in such greeuous paine:
His hands could hardly longer time,
his heauie weight sustaine.


But as we know that life is sweete,
and lothe we are to leaue it:
So this poore soule was very lothe,
these rauenous beasts should reaue it.
Which made him raise himselfe aloft,
desiring long to see:
Whether the Lyons yet were gone,
or should his Butchers be.
He sawe them gone, but then alas,
a newe mishappe began.
Threatning more daunger and distresse,
to this poore wretched man.
For looking out, he did behold,
two other Beasts were by:
The one was white, the other blacke,
now thought he sure to die.
For these two beasts stood gnawing ye roots
of those two litte Trees:
Whereby he did vphold himselfe,
which when (poore man) he sees.
And still the Dragon was belowe,
awayting for his fall:
We well may iudge this yong mans greefe,
may not be counted small.
He struggles hard to keepe his holde,
because his ioynts did faint:
His legges likewise full often slippe,
such numnesse did them taint.
Then looking round about the Well,
he chaunced to espie:
A potte of Honnie in a hole,
that was to him full nie.


This Pot some Sheepheard had left there,
in passing by the way:
And iudging this a place so fitte,
did there the same conuay.
Which when this yong man did behold,
he presently forgotte:
In what hard case he stoode of life,
and lusted to the potte.
One of the twigges he dooth forsake,
and hangeth by one hand:
Because he would the Honnie taste,
that did so neere him stand.
Thus hauing quite forgot the beastes
that gnawed the twigges without:
He sweetlie of the Honnie lickes,
not minding anie doubt.
So long he did delight himselfe,
in tasting of the potte:
The twigges by one and one doo breake,
and he so ouer-shotte.
That to the other twigges againe,
he could by no meanes come:
Nor could his footing longer hold,
because his strength was doone.
So falles he downe into the Well,
and there poore soule he died:
You that haue heard how many woes,
did this yong man betyde.
And yet how many shifts he made,
the perrill to preuent:
Let his mis-fortune teach you all,
whereto this world is bent.
FINIS.