A pleasaunte Laborinth called Churchyardes Chance framed on Fancies, uttered with verses, and writtee[n] to giue solace to eury well disposed mynde: wherein not withstanding are many heauie Epitaphes, sad and sorowfull discourses and sutche a multitude of other honest pastymes for the season (and passages of witte) that the reader therein maie thinke his tyme well bestowed. All whiche workes for the pleasure of the worlde, and recreation of the worthie, and dedicated to the right honourable sir Thomas Bromley, Knight, Lorde Chancelour of Englande [by Thomas Churchyard] |
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Of a vicious woman.
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Of a vicious woman.
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euery lake, and puddle seemeth sweete,
To greedie throts, that daiely drinke doe craue:
So vnto some, eche water is full meete,
To coole their mouths, when any thirst thei haue.
The worst at hande, contents their geerie fitte,
The beste farre of, is not desirde a whitte.
To greedie throts, that daiely drinke doe craue:
So vnto some, eche water is full meete,
To coole their mouths, when any thirst thei haue.
The worst at hande, contents their geerie fitte,
The beste farre of, is not desirde a whitte.
Good reason why, a pleasure nere at call,
Is better sure, then that we want at neede:
When thirst is paste, we wishe no drinke at all,
When honger comes, then gladly would we feede.
The Hauke once fedde, with any kinde of meate:
Her gorge is full, Gill will no Partriche eate.
Is better sure, then that we want at neede:
When thirst is paste, we wishe no drinke at all,
When honger comes, then gladly would we feede.
The Hauke once fedde, with any kinde of meate:
Her gorge is full, Gill will no Partriche eate.
Yet Beefe is grosse, and hard for to endue,
And carrion Crowes, with Phesant is no matche:
Though all things seru's, for Hauks that keeps ye mew,
Yet those that flee, a better pray can watche.
Who saies eche drinke, thei haue too greate a haste:
For Crabbs be Crabbs, and haue a bitter taste.
And carrion Crowes, with Phesant is no matche:
Though all things seru's, for Hauks that keeps ye mew,
Yet those that flee, a better pray can watche.
Who saies eche drinke, thei haue too greate a haste:
For Crabbs be Crabbs, and haue a bitter taste.
Is Beere and Wine, a like in euery cace,
Or frettyng Salt, like Suger any whear:
Is Porke at home, like Uenson in the chace,
Is Glasse like Golde, or Brasse yet halfe so fear.
Are little titts, like Coursers finely made:
No no in deede, a roile is but a Iade.
Or frettyng Salt, like Suger any whear:
Is Porke at home, like Uenson in the chace,
Is Glasse like Golde, or Brasse yet halfe so fear.
Are little titts, like Coursers finely made:
No no in deede, a roile is but a Iade.
Are Nettle stalks, like roddie Roses leaues,
Maie stinkyng Docks, with Gillaflowres compare:
Is dustie Chaffe, like goodlie filled Sheaues,
Is euill cheere, like pleasant sumptuous fare.
A hongrie baite, a cold repaste thei finde,
That fruite forsaks, and feedeth on the rinde.
Maie stinkyng Docks, with Gillaflowres compare:
Is dustie Chaffe, like goodlie filled Sheaues,
Is euill cheere, like pleasant sumptuous fare.
A hongrie baite, a cold repaste thei finde,
That fruite forsaks, and feedeth on the rinde.
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Then if there be, of worthies many a one,
That serues their will, with drosse where gold is cheape:
And for a Pearle, forsaks a precious stone,
And takes the worst, where worthies are a heape.
Now let them blushe, or frowne to heare my song:
Theirs is the fault, and I haue all the wrong.
That serues their will, with drosse where gold is cheape:
And for a Pearle, forsaks a precious stone,
And takes the worst, where worthies are a heape.
Now let them blushe, or frowne to heare my song:
Theirs is the fault, and I haue all the wrong.
FINIS.
| A pleasaunte Laborinth called Churchyardes Chance | |