A pleasaunte Laborinth called Churchyardes Chance ::

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]

Churchyard, Thomas (1520?-1604)

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My Ladie of Lennoyes graces Epitaphe.

An Epitaphe of sir Nicholas Bacon Knight, late Lorde Keeper.

Sir Hugh Pauletts Epitaphe.

Sir VVillyam Courtneis Epitaphe.

Sir VVillyam Pickryngrs Epitaphe.

Maister Hampdens Epitaphe.

My Ladie Baggnalles Epitaphe who died at the Nuerie.

An Epitaphe of one maistres Blunt, The Ladie Pauletts sister.

Maister VValter Archer his Epitaphe, an auncient Borgis of Kilkenie

The Lorde Braies Epitaphe.

Sir Jhon Constables Epitaphe.

The phantasticall Monarkes Epitaphe.

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Of the fickle faithe of men.

Of a Flatterer and a Backbiter.

A good description of a freende.

A warnyng from Courte.

Of a Courtiers life, and how the worst sorte findes beste Fortune.

Of woordes spoken by a greate personage.

A description of Desire.

Of a vicious woman.

Of vnsounde freendes.

A matter of fonde Cupid, and vain Venus.

This showes the vanitie of some hopes.

The meetyng of twoo noble knightes of the Garter (sir Henry Sidney, and the Erle of Essex) in Irelande, twoo miles beyond Dradath the xxj, of September, and 17 yere in the raigne of our souerain ladie Quene Elizabeth.

Of my Lorde cheef Baron that was.

Of a noble personage.

A letter in Maie, sent to Maister Henry Knowles house at Gobbyns.

Of the want of will.

Of twoo vertuous sisters.

Translated out of Latine.

A discription of the goodnesse that growes in Cicilia.

A matter of repulce, goyng to the Sea.

Of one that for vertues sake honored a freend.

VVritten from the Countrey twentie yere agoe, to one that poorely remaines at the Courte yet.

Of an iniurie by faunyng freendes.

Of the quietnesse that plaine Countrey bryngeth.

Of a fearfull Dreame.

Of a harde worlde.

Made against Idell and vain Rimes.

Of the vanitie of youth.

VVritten of a gentleman, whose name is in the verses.

Non est fides super terram.

Of a disdainfull persone.

A letter to maister Cressie.

A speciall trifle on a fickle woman.

Uerses written on the Muster that was made by the Pensioners before the Queene.

VVritten of the Queene, when her highnesse was in trouble.

Verses giuen the Quenes highnesse at windsor.

A Newe yeres gift to the Erle of Ormond, giuen at Kilkennie, when the Erle of Essex was in Irelande.

A touche stone to trie an error from a trothe.

For the losse of a mightie and noble mannes fauour.

Verses that were giuen to the Quenes maiestie.

A rebuke to vaine louers.

Of fained frendshippe.

Uerses that weare giuen to a moste mightie personage.

The louers of the worlde.

Of a noble mynde.

Of doubtfull hope.

Of the flantyng worlde.

Of a fantasticall dreame taken out of Petrarke.

A fancie as an answere to that dreame.

A fantasie on fifteene woordes, endyng all in one letter.

Of the strong and the weake.

Of Youth and Age.

Of the short estate of man.

The praise of mistres Mabell Browne, wherein vertue is honoured.

Of wandryng and gaddyng abroad.

Of faire thynges and foule, where in a vertuous Ladie is sette out.

Of an enemie.

VVritten in the beginnyng of Kyng Edwardes raigne, whiche verses are called Dauie Dicars Dreame.

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Of an iniurie by faunyng freendes.

I saile with shaken Shippe, through swellyng seas to saffeties shore,
And scape the scornefull whippe, that lyes in waite to scourge me sore:
And hauyng winde at will, in scoulyng clouds, I leaue disdaine,
Yea more by happ then skill, I beate the bellowe backe againe.
That would orewhelme my Barke, and swallowe vp, the silly boate,
Ere that the full sea marke, had set the tossed ship a flote:
In deede the gale is good, and God that gides, the sterne and all,
At ebbe hath sent a flood, where tide was neuer thought to fall.
Packe hence ye Pirates proude, the fleete is gone, ye get no pries,
When ship as swift as cloude, from weltryng wau's a lofte doth rise
And cutts the waters wilde, like sieth that shares, both grasse & corne,
In sothe you are begide, to lurke in creeks, and fishe for scorne.
When hoffyng sailes are hoiste, and shipman hath, escapte the race,
Greate folly for a Foist, through floodes to followe on the chace:
Your painted Galleis gaie, till caulmes doe come, dare sturre no ore,
Then crepe close vnder baye, and hide your heads, when seas do rore.
O busie bablars all, your tattlyng tournes, to trifles still,
And though you brede a braule, the worlde maie se, ye want your wil:
I haue out saild you cleane, and plaste my self in Princes traine,
And keeps a merrie meane, when you in discord beates your braine.
Wherfore your iarryng partes, doth sho frō whence your notes doth ryes,
Ye want the cunnyng artes, to blind my witts, or bleare myne eyes.
The more you strain your voice, to bryng good Musick out of frame,

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The lesse you maie reioyce, to see how I haue founde the same:
And so with smilyng songs, I laugh and leaue, you more and lesse,
And put vp many wrongs, that tyme and Fortune maie redresse.

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Of an iniurie by faunyng freendes.