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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A short Dialogue, betweene the Authour and his booke, wherin is shewed sundry opinions that were vttered of the first Impression of this booke, which the Authour him selfe hearde in Paules Church yeard. and else where.
Author.What loytring cause or lingring let,
Hath helde thee from my handes so long
Or elss hast thou such checke mates met,
As by some meanes hath done thee wrong
Some newes hath chaunst, I know full well,
If good or bad? I pray thee tell.
Booke.
Such newes perhaps, I haue to show,
As vneth will thy minde content:
If talke may make mennes eares to glow,
I muse if thine be not quite spent,
A thousand tongues doo speake of thee,
Thou hast so fondly framed mee.
As vneth will thy minde content:
If talke may make mennes eares to glow,
I muse if thine be not quite spent,
A thousand tongues doo speake of thee,
Thou hast so fondly framed mee.
This is a new found arte, say they,
Pickte out of late from ydle brayne:
But some agaynst those wordes inuey,
And say thou tookst an honest payne,
By mery meane thus to detect:
The folly of the flattering sect.
Pickte out of late from ydle brayne:
But some agaynst those wordes inuey,
And say thou tookst an honest payne,
The folly of the flattering sect.
Some like thy verse, but not thy proes,
Some prayse thy minde, but not thy skill:
Some shew them selues to bee thy foes,
By mocking thee, and eke thy quill,
Some say thou hast a litle wit,
But doost apply the same vnfit.
Some prayse thy minde, but not thy skill:
Some shew them selues to bee thy foes,
By mocking thee, and eke thy quill,
Some say thou hast a litle wit,
But doost apply the same vnfit.
Some say that in times past,
In Flatteries Schoole thou hast been traynde:
And yet to thriue foundst not the cast,
For Fortune aye thy state disdaind:
And now thou takst as weapon stronge,
Thy pen for to auenge that wrong.
In Flatteries Schoole thou hast been traynde:
And yet to thriue foundst not the cast,
For Fortune aye thy state disdaind:
And now thou takst as weapon stronge,
Thy pen for to auenge that wrong.
And thus as I haue raunged abrode,
I heare the verdictes of them all:
Some rage and rayle, some lay on lode.
Belike they were rubde on the gall.
Some smyle to see so quaint a toy,
Some laugh right out, and some looke coy.
I heare the verdictes of them all:
Some rage and rayle, some lay on lode.
Belike they were rubde on the gall.
Some smyle to see so quaint a toy,
Some laugh right out, and some looke coy.
Author.
Ah sily booke, that thus hast past,
Amid thy freends, and through thy foes,
VVhat writer euer found the cast,
To please all men? none I suppose,
For fancy comes to men by fittes,
So many heads, so many wittes.
Amid thy freends, and through thy foes,
VVhat writer euer found the cast,
To please all men? none I suppose,
For fancy comes to men by fittes,
So many heads, so many wittes.
Sith sundry men in sundry wise,
Do shoote their sentence at my name:
Goe tell them all, that I despise,
The scoffes that taunting tongues do frame,
Thy humble duety do expresse,
To thy right noble patronesse,
Do shoote their sentence at my name:
Goe tell them all, that I despise,
The scoffes that taunting tongues do frame,
Thy humble duety do expresse,
To thy right noble patronesse,
Then reuerently thy selfe submit,
Vnto the troupe of learned trayne:
As for fooles boltes, that would thee hitte,
Thou shalt full well their shot sustayne.
And say to them, that thee doo blame,
My Author prayse you mend the same.
Vnto the troupe of learned trayne:
As for fooles boltes, that would thee hitte,
Thou shalt full well their shot sustayne.
And say to them, that thee doo blame,
My Author prayse you mend the same.
So shall you answere his desire,
And haue his thankes, a small rewarde,
Els let your tongue from taunts retire,
Yll tongues good matters, ofte hath marde,
A fault is sooner found, then mended,
Few bookes by finde faulte is defended.
And haue his thankes, a small rewarde,
Els let your tongue from taunts retire,
Yll tongues good matters, ofte hath marde,
A fault is sooner found, then mended,
Few bookes by finde faulte is defended.
Farewell my booke, God bee thy speede,
I sende thee forth to walke alone:
In homly stile, a threede bare weede,
For robe of Rethorike I haue none,
My VVaredrope hath no filed phrase,
VVheron fine eyes delight to gase.
I sende thee forth to walke alone:
In homly stile, a threede bare weede,
For robe of Rethorike I haue none,
My VVaredrope hath no filed phrase,
VVheron fine eyes delight to gase.
FINIS.
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