The Castell of Courtesie Whereunto is adioyned The Holde of Humilitie: With the Chariot of Chastitie thereunto annexed. Also a Dialogue betweene Age and Youth, and other matters herein conteined. By Iames Yates |
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Verses on the name of Mistresse Elizabeth Reynovvls.
Experience of your Courtesie imboldeneth me to write,
Long might you liue in loyall loue, vnto your faithful make,
I craue of Ioue for to vphold your dayes still in delight,
Sending his blessing on each thing, ye which in hand you take
Aduancing vertue, infamouse vice you euer did forsake:
Bearing a zeale to sober mindes, well giuen, voyd of ill,
Extolling good and godly workes to them you haue respect:
The modest Matrons you frequent which scorne at wanton Will,
Hauty hearts & pompiouse pride you always did reiect.
Long might you liue in loyall loue, vnto your faithful make,
I craue of Ioue for to vphold your dayes still in delight,
Sending his blessing on each thing, ye which in hand you take
Aduancing vertue, infamouse vice you euer did forsake:
Bearing a zeale to sober mindes, well giuen, voyd of ill,
Extolling good and godly workes to them you haue respect:
The modest Matrons you frequent which scorne at wanton Will,
Hauty hearts & pompiouse pride you always did reiect.
Regarding much the vertuouse chase of Diana & her Dames,
Expelling wilde & wanton workes, which vaūt of Venus hue:
Yeelding no whit vnto the blaze of Cupids flashing flames,
Noting such matters as you finde by tryall to be true,
Omitting not to do each thing in time and season due,
Wisely waying what doth want, and it for to renew,
Lending reliefe, in time of need, to those that want the same:
Sure due desert doth well deserue to haue immortall fame.
Expelling wilde & wanton workes, which vaūt of Venus hue:
Yeelding no whit vnto the blaze of Cupids flashing flames,
Noting such matters as you finde by tryall to be true,
Omitting not to do each thing in time and season due,
Wisely waying what doth want, and it for to renew,
Lending reliefe, in time of need, to those that want the same:
Sure due desert doth well deserue to haue immortall fame.
No fauour to fortune.
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