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The Arbor of Amitie

wherin is comprised pleasant Pohems and pretie Poesies, set foorth by Thomas Howell
Howell, Thomas (fl. 1568-1581)

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Another to the same his honorable and very good Ladie.
 
To the curteous and gentle Reader,
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The vanitie of Beautie.
 
To his Friende.
 
Describing his lost of libertie and crauing returne of loue.
 
He accuseth his tongue.
 
When he thought himselfe contemned.
 
To his friende.
 
Being sore sicke, aunswereth his felowe enquiring whether he were willing to die.
 
An admonition to his friende.
 
Vse Vertue.
 
At his Friends departure.
 
Of Knowledge.
 
Of Auarice.
 
Of blinde Cupide.
 
To his Friend, whose friendly loue he craueth.
 
To D. M.
 
To his Friend being absent shewing his good will.
 
To one who after death woulde leaue his liuelie picture.
 
The destruction of many.
 
Being destitute of money, the complaint to his Friend.
 
The Louer describeth his trustie loue.
 
An admonition to his Friend.
 
He craueth regarde of the cares he taketh.
 
Desirous to requite for manie giftes, one to his deare beloue.
 
Time alwayes causeth some noueltie and furthereth knowledge.
 
Being in extremitie the Louer bewayleth his restlesse lyfe.
 
Of Miserie.
 
To his Friend H.
 
To be learned.
 
Flatterers.
 
The praise of vertue.
 
Of Counsaile.
 
Of Offence.
 
To one that matcht with a frowarde woman.
 
Of Ladie Fortune.
 
To his faythfull Friend.
 
To a Friend requesting his opinion in mariage, be aunswereth thus.
 
Fewe care for the soule: all for the body.
 
To his Friend Tho. Howell.
 
An aunswere.
 
The vanitie of riches.
 
An Epitaph made vppon the death of the right Honorable, the Lady Gartrid late Countesse of Shrewisburie.
 
Of ingratitude.
 
Of Death.
 
Answere.
 
To one that faine would speede, yet doubtfull to proceede.
 
The Louer being in the Countrie, showeth his good will to his Ladie in the Court.
 
To his Friend. R. H.
 
The Louer to his L.
 
Answere.
 
Golde corrupteth.
 
Aunswere.
 
A Poesie.
 
The vncertaintie of this worlde.
 
A diet prescribed to his Friend G.
 
Alution.
 
The Rose.
 
Of Golde.
 
The louer forsaken, bewayleth his estate.
 
Being betweene two doubtes, he taketh aduisement.
 
He sheweth his restlesse minde tormented for want of reliefe.
 
Libertie corrupteth youth.
 
The languishing Louer to his Ladie.
 
Bicause no aunswere was returned in long time.
 
H. to K. his Friend.
 
I. K. to his Friend H.
 
A Poesie.
 
Another.
 
The Louer whose loue begonne in time of spring, declares howe natures force then workes in euery thing.
 
A Poesie.
 
Being vexed with the care of the worlde, be comforteth himselfe.
 
Of Degrees
 
That men ought to be promoted to dignitie, onely by worthie deedes.
 
A Poesie.
 
Another.
 
The Louer to his L.
 
I. K. to his Friend H.
 
H. to his Friend K.
 
That learning and knowledge is surest riches.
 
The Louer receyuing no recompence for entire loue compareth himselfe to the vnluckie souldiour.
 
E. P. By fancies force loe here my gaine
 
Aunswere. H.
 
To T. A.
 
Aunswere.
 
Iacke showes his qualities and great good will to Ione.
 
The Louer almost in dispaire, showeth his great greefe and craues redresse.
 
I. K. at his Friends departure.
 
H. his aunswere to his Friend K.
 
A Poesie.
 
To his C.
 
To his fayned Friends.
 
A Poesie.
 
Another.
 
A farewell to his Friend T. Hooper.
 
To his Frowarde Friend.
 
The opinion he hath of his Friend absent.
 
Fraunces Flower in the commendation of the Authour.

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Aunswere.

[But nowe we feele and finde]

But nowe we feele and finde,
A thing to true in deede:
Where man be foe or friende,
The Golde and goods shall speede.
For vertues all are shut,
Unto the lower place:
And money loft is put,
Eche learned head to face.
If money none thou hast,
Thou art not worth a flie:
Thy credit cleane is past,
All vertues husht doe lie.
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A learned man, but poore,
Is counted doting foole:
Wise Virgill stands at dore,
To goe againe to schoole.
Yet once I hope to see,
All money go for drosse:
And vertue high to bee,
To winne hir wrongfull losse.
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