The Pastime of Pleasure by Stephen Hawes A literal reprint of the earliest complete copy (1517) with variant readings from the editions of 1509, 1554, and 1555 together with introduction notes, glossary, and indexes: By William Edward Mead |
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Of the grete sorowe that graunde Amoure made after
her depatynge / and of the wordes of counceyle. Capitulo. xx.
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Of the grete sorowe that graunde Amoure made after
her depatynge / and of the wordes of counceyle. Capitulo. xx.
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XX. Of the grete sorowe that graunde Amoure made after her depatynge / and of the wordes of counceyle. Capitulo. xx.
Her frendes and she / on theyr waye they sayled
Alonge the hauen / god them saue and brynge
Vnto the londe / I herde whan that they hayled
With a grete peale / of gunnes at theyr departynge
The meruaylous toure / of famous cunnynge
No gunne was shotte / but my herte dyde wepe
For her departynge / with wofull teres depe
Alonge the hauen / god them saue and brynge
Vnto the londe / I herde whan that they hayled
With a grete peale / of gunnes at theyr departynge
The meruaylous toure / of famous cunnynge
No gunne was shotte / but my herte dyde wepe
For her departynge / with wofull teres depe
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Councell me comforted / as euer he myght
With many storyes / of olde antyquyte
Remembre he sayde / that neuer yet was wyght
That lyued alwaye / in grete tranquylyte
But that hym happed / some aduersyte
Than after that / whan the payne was paste
The double Ioye / dyde comforte them at last
With many storyes / of olde antyquyte
Remembre he sayde / that neuer yet was wyght
That lyued alwaye / in grete tranquylyte
But that hym happed / some aduersyte
Than after that / whan the payne was paste
The double Ioye / dyde comforte them at last
Ye nede nothynge / for to make grete dolour
Fortune to you / hath ben ryghte fauourable
Makynge you / to attayne the good fauour
Of your lady / so swete and amyable
No doubte it is / she is true and stable
And demeane you so / that in no wyse
No man perceyue / or of youre loue surmyse
Fortune to you / hath ben ryghte fauourable
Makynge you / to attayne the good fauour
Of your lady / so swete and amyable
No doubte it is / she is true and stable
And demeane you so / that in no wyse
No man perceyue / or of youre loue surmyse
Be hardy / fyers / and also coragyous
In all youre batayles / without febenes
For ye shall be / ryght well vyctoryous
Of all youre enmyes / so full of subtylnes
Arme you with wysdome / for more surenes
Let wysdome werke / for she can stedfasty
In tyme of nede / resyste the contrary
In all youre batayles / without febenes
For ye shall be / ryght well vyctoryous
Of all youre enmyes / so full of subtylnes
Arme you with wysdome / for more surenes
Let wysdome werke / for she can stedfasty
In tyme of nede / resyste the contrary
Was neuer man / yet surely at the bayte
With sapyence / but that he dyde repent
Who that is ruled / by her hygh estate
Of his after wytte / shall neuer be shent
She is to man ryght benyuolent
With walles sure / she doth hym fortyfye
Whan it is nede / to resyste a contrary
With sapyence / but that he dyde repent
Who that is ruled / by her hygh estate
Of his after wytte / shall neuer be shent
She is to man ryght benyuolent
With walles sure / she doth hym fortyfye
Whan it is nede / to resyste a contrary
Was neuer place / where as she dyde guyde
With enmyes / brought to destruccyon
A remedy / she can so well prouyde
To her hygh werke / is no comparyson
It hath so stronge / and sure fundacyon
Nothynge there is / that can it molyfy
So sure it is / agaynst a contrary
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A remedy / she can so well prouyde
To her hygh werke / is no comparyson
It hath so stronge / and sure fundacyon
Nothynge there is / that can it molyfy
So sure it is / agaynst a contrary
Of her alwayes / it is the perfyte guyse
To begynne nothynge of mutabylyte
As is the warre / whiche maye soone aryse
And wyll not downe / it maye so stourdy be
The begynner oft / hath the inyquyte
Whan he began / wysdome dyde reply
In his grete nede / to resyste the contrary
To begynne nothynge of mutabylyte
As is the warre / whiche maye soone aryse
And wyll not downe / it maye so stourdy be
The begynner oft / hath the inyquyte
Whan he began / wysdome dyde reply
In his grete nede / to resyste the contrary
The myghty pryant / somtyme kynge of Troye
With all his Cyte / so well fortyfyed
Lytell regarded / all his welthe and Ioye
Without wysdome / truely exemplyfyed
His propre deth / hymselfe he nutryfyde
Agaynst his warre / wysdome dyde reply
At his grete nede / to resyst the contrary
With all his Cyte / so well fortyfyed
Lytell regarded / all his welthe and Ioye
Without wysdome / truely exemplyfyed
His propre deth / hymselfe he nutryfyde
Agaynst his warre / wysdome dyde reply
At his grete nede / to resyst the contrary
And where that wysdome / ruleth hardynes
Hardynes than is / euer inuyncyble
There maye nothynge / it vaynquysshe or oppres
For prudence is / so well intellygyble
To her there is / nothynge impossyble
Her grounded werke / is made so perfytely
That it must nedes / resyste the contrary
Hardynes than is / euer inuyncyble
There maye nothynge / it vaynquysshe or oppres
For prudence is / so well intellygyble
To her there is / nothynge impossyble
Her grounded werke / is made so perfytely
That it must nedes / resyste the contrary
To wofull creatures / she is goodly leche
With her good syster / called pacyence
To the toure of Ioye / she doth them tell weche
In the waye of hope without resystence
Who to her lyst / to applye his dylygence
She wyll hym brynge / to worshyp shortly
That he shall well resyste the contrary
With her good syster / called pacyence
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In the waye of hope without resystence
Who to her lyst / to applye his dylygence
She wyll hym brynge / to worshyp shortly
That he shall well resyste the contrary
Ryght so let wysdome / youre sorowe surrende
And hye you fast / vnto dame geometry
And let no thought / in youre herte engendre
But after this / speke to Astronomye
And so frome thens / to the toure of chyualry
Wher of the worthy kynge Melyzyus
You shall be made / soone knyght aduenturous
And hye you fast / vnto dame geometry
And let no thought / in youre herte engendre
But after this / speke to Astronomye
And so frome thens / to the toure of chyualry
Wher of the worthy kynge Melyzyus
You shall be made / soone knyght aduenturous
And fare you well / for I must frome you go
To other louers / whiche are in dyspayre
As I dyde you / to confort them also
It is grete nede / that I to them repayre
Habundant teres / theyr hertes do refleyre
Farewell quod I / my good frende so true
I wolde with me / ye myght alwaye ensue
To other louers / whiche are in dyspayre
As I dyde you / to confort them also
It is grete nede / that I to them repayre
Habundant teres / theyr hertes do refleyre
Farewell quod I / my good frende so true
I wolde with me / ye myght alwaye ensue
Then agayne / I went to the toure melodyous
Of good dame musyke / my leue for to take
And pryuely / with these wordes dolorous
I sayde o toure / thou mayst well aslake
Suche melody now / in the more to make
The gemme is goone / of all famous porte
That was chefe cause / of the grete conforte
Of good dame musyke / my leue for to take
And pryuely / with these wordes dolorous
I sayde o toure / thou mayst well aslake
Suche melody now / in the more to make
The gemme is goone / of all famous porte
That was chefe cause / of the grete conforte
Whylome thou was / the fayre toure of lyght
But now thou arte replete with derkenes
She is now gone / that shone in the so bryght
Thou was some tyme the toure of gladnes
Now mayst thou be the toure of heuynes
For the chefe is gone of all thy melody
Whose beauty clere made moost swete armony
But now thou arte replete with derkenes
She is now gone / that shone in the so bryght
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Now mayst thou be the toure of heuynes
For the chefe is gone of all thy melody
Whose beauty clere made moost swete armony
The fayre carbuncle so full of clerenes
That in the truely dyde moost purely shyne
The perle of pyte replete with swetenes
The gentyll gyllofer the goodly columbyne
The redolente plant of the dulcet vyne
The dede aromatyke may no more ensence
For she is so ferre out of thy presence
That in the truely dyde moost purely shyne
The perle of pyte replete with swetenes
The gentyll gyllofer the goodly columbyne
The redolente plant of the dulcet vyne
The dede aromatyke may no more ensence
For she is so ferre out of thy presence
A / A truely in the tyme so past
Myne erande was the often for to se
Now for to entre I may be agast
Whan thou arte hens the sterre of beaute
For all my delyte was to beholde the
A toure / toure all my Ioye is gone
In the to entre conforte is there none
Myne erande was the often for to se
Now for to entre I may be agast
Whan thou arte hens the sterre of beaute
For all my delyte was to beholde the
A toure / toure all my Ioye is gone
In the to entre conforte is there none
So then inwardly my selfe bewaylynge
In the toure I wente in to the habytacle
Of dame musyke where she was syngynge
The ballades swete in her fayre tabernacle
Alas thought I this is no spectacle
To fede myn eyen whiche are now all blynde
She is not here that I was wonte to fynde
In the toure I wente in to the habytacle
Of dame musyke where she was syngynge
The ballades swete in her fayre tabernacle
Alas thought I this is no spectacle
To fede myn eyen whiche are now all blynde
She is not here that I was wonte to fynde
Than of dame musyke with all lowlynes
I dyde take my leue withouten taryenge
She thanked me with all her mekenes
And all alone fourth I went musynge
A / A quod I my loue and lykynge
Is nowe ferre hens on whome my hole delyght
Dayly was sette vpon her to haue syght
I dyde take my leue withouten taryenge
She thanked me with all her mekenes
And all alone fourth I went musynge
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Is nowe ferre hens on whome my hole delyght
Dayly was sette vpon her to haue syght
Fare well swete herte / fare well / farwell / fare well
Adieu / adieu I wolde I were you by
God gyue me grace with you soone to dwell
Lyke as I dyde for to se you dayly
Your lowly chere and gentyll company
Reioysed my herte with fode moost delycate
Myn eyen to se you were insacyate
Adieu / adieu I wolde I were you by
God gyue me grace with you soone to dwell
Lyke as I dyde for to se you dayly
Your lowly chere and gentyll company
Reioysed my herte with fode moost delycate
Myn eyen to se you were insacyate
Now good swete herte my lady and maystresse
I recommaunde me vnto your pyte
Besechynge you with all my gentylnesse
Yet other whyle to thynke vpon me
What payne I suffre by grete extremyte
And to pardone me of my rude wrytynge
For with wofull herte was myne endytynge.
I recommaunde me vnto your pyte
Besechynge you with all my gentylnesse
Yet other whyle to thynke vpon me
What payne I suffre by grete extremyte
And to pardone me of my rude wrytynge
For with wofull herte was myne endytynge.
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Of the grete sorowe that graunde Amoure made after
her depatynge / and of the wordes of counceyle. Capitulo. xx.
The Pastime of Pleasure by Stephen Hawes | |