A Mvsicall Consort of Heauenly harmonie (compounded out of manie parts of Musicke) called Chvrchyards Charitie [by Thomas Churchyard] |
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CHVRCHYARDES CHARITIE. |
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CHVRCHYARDES CHARITIE.
When labring minde, and weary body both
Is cloid with world, & hart wold shake off toile
Before the ghost, to highest heauens goeth
And death of life, shall make a wretched spoile
(And man must needs, forsake this loathsome soile)
He takes some care, to make his conshence cleere
Of all he thinks, or may imagine heere.
Is cloid with world, & hart wold shake off toile
Before the ghost, to highest heauens goeth
And death of life, shall make a wretched spoile
(And man must needs, forsake this loathsome soile)
He takes some care, to make his conshence cleere
Of all he thinks, or may imagine heere.
First lookes he vp, where soule desires to be
Of life to come, to know what hope we haue
And where we rest, in ioie from bondage free
So soone as cold, dead bodie lies in graue
Than ere man leaues, this cruell cumbrous caue
In charitie, he waies this world aright
As far as wades, wise iudgement, skill and sight.
Of life to come, to know what hope we haue
And where we rest, in ioie from bondage free
So soone as cold, dead bodie lies in graue
Than ere man leaues, this cruell cumbrous caue
In charitie, he waies this world aright
As far as wades, wise iudgement, skill and sight.
But finding world, full fraught with fond desires
(A mightie masse, of matter therein lies)
That burns out time, and kindleth many fires
Whereon foule flames, and smothring smoke doth rise,
He lookes thereon, with heauie rufull eies,
As though some zeale, might mooue a musing minde
To pity plagues, that man must leaue behinde.
(A mightie masse, of matter therein lies)
That burns out time, and kindleth many fires
Whereon foule flames, and smothring smoke doth rise,
He lookes thereon, with heauie rufull eies,
As though some zeale, might mooue a musing minde
To pity plagues, that man must leaue behinde.
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Who doth not sigh, to see the poore opprest
By rich mens reach, that wrests awry the right
Who will not waile, the woe of troubled brest
Or sore lament, the state of wronged wight
When broad day brings, darke dealings vnto light
Who will not rue, our wretched race on earth
That keepes till death, no rule from day of birth.
By rich mens reach, that wrests awry the right
Who will not waile, the woe of troubled brest
Or sore lament, the state of wronged wight
When broad day brings, darke dealings vnto light
Who will not rue, our wretched race on earth
That keepes till death, no rule from day of birth.
The goods we win, are woorse to keepe than get
The wealth we lose, robs some of rest and sleepe
Our daily gaine, will answere scarce our det
We couet more, than wit can warely keepe
We slip from hence, as rich as new shorne sheepe
And that we leaue, in world that well was won
Is soone consumde, and spent with riotous son.
The wealth we lose, robs some of rest and sleepe
Our daily gaine, will answere scarce our det
We couet more, than wit can warely keepe
We slip from hence, as rich as new shorne sheepe
And that we leaue, in world that well was won
Is soone consumde, and spent with riotous son.
Who parts from world, would wish that were not so
His charitie, commands him so to thinke
But graceles time, on rowling wheeles doth go
At whose abuse, our flyring world can winke
Vice cares no whit, if vertue swim or sinke
Ambishous mind, and malice meetes in one
So that true loue, and charitie is gone.
His charitie, commands him so to thinke
But graceles time, on rowling wheeles doth go
At whose abuse, our flyring world can winke
Vice cares no whit, if vertue swim or sinke
Ambishous mind, and malice meetes in one
So that true loue, and charitie is gone.
Loue bids men looke, to all things vnder Sun
Beast fish, and foule, and all we see with eie
But charitie, a greater course doth run
Because it doth, in quiet conscience lie
She lookes ech where, as she had wings to flie
And houer ore, our doings on this mould
That bridle takes, and will not be contrould.
Beast fish, and foule, and all we see with eie
But charitie, a greater course doth run
Because it doth, in quiet conscience lie
She lookes ech where, as she had wings to flie
And houer ore, our doings on this mould
That bridle takes, and will not be contrould.
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O then to loue, and charitie I pas
Whose zeale is great, and charge is nothing small
That cleerely sees, (as in a christall glas)
The spots of face, and inward cankers all
And can in haste, vnto remembrance call
Old farn yeers past, and present things of late,
Whereof a world, of wits may well debate.
Whose zeale is great, and charge is nothing small
That cleerely sees, (as in a christall glas)
The spots of face, and inward cankers all
And can in haste, vnto remembrance call
Old farn yeers past, and present things of late,
Whereof a world, of wits may well debate.
Who can hold toong, to see bad worlds abuce
Run ore the brim, where vertue neuer floes
As hauocke had, hald vp the water sluce
Where out at large, great skuls of fishes goes
Poore pashence must, be pleasd with painted shoes
Alms deeds are dead, no pitty now is laft
For all the world, is set on sleight and craft.
Run ore the brim, where vertue neuer floes
As hauocke had, hald vp the water sluce
Where out at large, great skuls of fishes goes
Poore pashence must, be pleasd with painted shoes
Alms deeds are dead, no pitty now is laft
For all the world, is set on sleight and craft.
If pouertie, be pincht with plague or sore
He starues for food, adue the man is dead
The sound we seeke, the sicke we do abore
Full paunch eats all, the hungrie is not fed
For greedy guts, keeps needy mouth from bred
True charitie, and good deuoshon old
By frost and snow, are almost kild with cold.
He starues for food, adue the man is dead
The sound we seeke, the sicke we do abore
Full paunch eats all, the hungrie is not fed
For greedy guts, keeps needy mouth from bred
True charitie, and good deuoshon old
By frost and snow, are almost kild with cold.
Would God good works, with faithfull honest deeds
Reformd this vice, that spreds too far I feare
And faire sweete flowrs, were planted for those weeds
That doth with fraud, infect sweet soyles ech where
Fine words doth but, betraie the simple eare
As fowlers pipe, the harmles bird disseaues
That lights on lyme, amid greene birchen leaues.
Reformd this vice, that spreds too far I feare
And faire sweete flowrs, were planted for those weeds
That doth with fraud, infect sweet soyles ech where
Fine words doth but, betraie the simple eare
As fowlers pipe, the harmles bird disseaues
That lights on lyme, amid greene birchen leaues.
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If meere deceit, were banisht from our viewe
False dealing then, would blush to shew his face
If wisdome did, disdaine vaine follies newe
Old troth in world, would claime his woonted place
But cunning wits, doth finenes so embrace
That plainnes walkes, like pilgrim to and fro
In wandring wise, and knowes not where to go.
False dealing then, would blush to shew his face
If wisdome did, disdaine vaine follies newe
Old troth in world, would claime his woonted place
But cunning wits, doth finenes so embrace
That plainnes walkes, like pilgrim to and fro
In wandring wise, and knowes not where to go.
Wealth hath desire, to drinke great riuers drie
His scalding thirst, cannot be quenched well
Want pines awaie, and comfortles doth lie
And water tasts, like Tantalus in hell
The needy sort, in dolour daily dwell
The hautie head, thinks skorne to turne his face
And rue the state, of naked wretches case.
His scalding thirst, cannot be quenched well
Want pines awaie, and comfortles doth lie
And water tasts, like Tantalus in hell
The needy sort, in dolour daily dwell
The hautie head, thinks skorne to turne his face
And rue the state, of naked wretches case.
The fields and lanes, are full of sicke and lame,
Who beg and craue, as loud as voice can crie
But sauing world, is grown so far from frame
No great remorse, remains in passers by
Hardnes holds backe, both bag and bounties eie
So that no ruth, regard nor pittie comes
From sparing hands, and graceles griping thombs.
Who beg and craue, as loud as voice can crie
But sauing world, is grown so far from frame
No great remorse, remains in passers by
Hardnes holds backe, both bag and bounties eie
So that no ruth, regard nor pittie comes
From sparing hands, and graceles griping thombs.
Our prisons all, are pestred with poore soules
Whose yelling noise, a tyrants hart may mooue
At grates they stand, and looke through peeping holes
To purchase alms, and trie good peoples loue
But penurie, doth so their pashence prooue,
With emptie wombe, and hungrie meatles mawe
They lay them downe, on boords or wads of strawe.
Whose yelling noise, a tyrants hart may mooue
At grates they stand, and looke through peeping holes
To purchase alms, and trie good peoples loue
But penurie, doth so their pashence prooue,
With emptie wombe, and hungrie meatles mawe
They lay them downe, on boords or wads of strawe.
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The silly folke, in towne or cottage rude
With belly full, do seldome go to bed
And lookes as leane, as haukes that ill are mude
Which often be, with crowes or carraine fed
How should men giue, when charitie is dead
For money, meat, and clothing now is bard
From those that need, the world is waxt so hard.
With belly full, do seldome go to bed
And lookes as leane, as haukes that ill are mude
Which often be, with crowes or carraine fed
How should men giue, when charitie is dead
For money, meat, and clothing now is bard
From those that need, the world is waxt so hard.
How can full purse, supplie the poore mans went
When trull at home, from sheepe lookes for a fleece
And master must, be sometimes all a flant
And prettie pus, my deere must haue a peece
Whose beautie staines, the faire Helen of Greece
These things are large, and long to looke vpon
By which cold cause, warme charitie is gon.
When trull at home, from sheepe lookes for a fleece
And master must, be sometimes all a flant
And prettie pus, my deere must haue a peece
Whose beautie staines, the faire Helen of Greece
These things are large, and long to looke vpon
By which cold cause, warme charitie is gon.
More reasons rise, to make men hold and keepe
The crums they catch, from Fortunes table still
For purchesars, do walke when plow men sleepe
Their sacks of corne, is seldome from the mill
They take no rest, till thrift bare budget fill
Then locke they vp, in chest their golden bags
When beggers trudge, and iet about in rags.
The crums they catch, from Fortunes table still
For purchesars, do walke when plow men sleepe
Their sacks of corne, is seldome from the mill
They take no rest, till thrift bare budget fill
Then locke they vp, in chest their golden bags
When beggers trudge, and iet about in rags.
Cold parts men plaie, much like old plain bopeepe
Or counterfait, in dock out-nettle still
And for their game, there is such hold and keepe
That nothing can, escape their reaching skill
Much haue yee won, when got is their good will
Tis lost againe, for one small graine of gold
Their charitie, is growne so extreme cold.
Or counterfait, in dock out-nettle still
And for their game, there is such hold and keepe
That nothing can, escape their reaching skill
Much haue yee won, when got is their good will
Tis lost againe, for one small graine of gold
Their charitie, is growne so extreme cold.
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They raise the price, of euery thing is bought
On tenter hookes, their ware is stretched out
Seekes all the waies, for wealth that may be sought
As for the winde, a ship is swaid about
And at a trice, they turne the water spout
So from our purse, both pence and pounds they draw
By hooke or crooke, by wrest or reach of law.
On tenter hookes, their ware is stretched out
Seekes all the waies, for wealth that may be sought
As for the winde, a ship is swaid about
And at a trice, they turne the water spout
So from our purse, both pence and pounds they draw
By hooke or crooke, by wrest or reach of law.
The rate of things, rackt vp doth fall no more
Colde conshence takes, all fish that coms to net
To make corne deere, they hoord much graine in store
So they may win, some care not how they get
For eu'ry bird, they do such lime-twigs set
That no bird scapes, if it be flidge to flie
Except foresight, the suddaine danger spie.
Colde conshence takes, all fish that coms to net
To make corne deere, they hoord much graine in store
So they may win, some care not how they get
For eu'ry bird, they do such lime-twigs set
That no bird scapes, if it be flidge to flie
Except foresight, the suddaine danger spie.
No rain nor curb, nor bridle holds them in
No lawe nor rule, nor order will they keepe
Sets all abroch, to feede and nourish sin
And plaies the wolues, with lambs when yonglings sleep
Makes old folks whine, and babes in cradle weepe
And makes the rate, of eu'ry thing so scant
That some cries out, that neuer thought of want.
No lawe nor rule, nor order will they keepe
Sets all abroch, to feede and nourish sin
And plaies the wolues, with lambs when yonglings sleep
Makes old folks whine, and babes in cradle weepe
And makes the rate, of eu'ry thing so scant
That some cries out, that neuer thought of want.
A diuelish dearth, is come from darke hell gate
To kill cold harts, as hands can crush a crab
That blow fals not, vpon the proud mans pate
But giues the meeke, and mildest minde the stab
Now tell I all, the secrets like a blab
As good to shew, a sore whiles wound is greene
As let men starue, before the greefe be seene.
To kill cold harts, as hands can crush a crab
That blow fals not, vpon the proud mans pate
But giues the meeke, and mildest minde the stab
Now tell I all, the secrets like a blab
As good to shew, a sore whiles wound is greene
As let men starue, before the greefe be seene.
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The loue of wealth, forgets both God and man
And who growes rich, sets little by renowne
To catch and hold, the world doth what it can
With endles care, in court, in field and towne
Craft keepeth vp, plaine honestie fals downe
Charitie is dead, and goodnes growes full sicke
Wisedome doth drowp, and follie is too quicke.
And who growes rich, sets little by renowne
To catch and hold, the world doth what it can
With endles care, in court, in field and towne
Craft keepeth vp, plaine honestie fals downe
Charitie is dead, and goodnes growes full sicke
Wisedome doth drowp, and follie is too quicke.
Wealth like a worme, eats vp sweete kernels all
As cankers rust, runs into iron and steele
Hard closed hands, that will let nothing fall
Wants eares to heare, yet fingers hath to feele
Well all is right, when world runs like a wheele
Round as a top, that scourging can abide
Swims vp and downe, and followes time and tide.
As cankers rust, runs into iron and steele
Hard closed hands, that will let nothing fall
Wants eares to heare, yet fingers hath to feele
Well all is right, when world runs like a wheele
Round as a top, that scourging can abide
Swims vp and downe, and followes time and tide.
On present time and muck mans mind is bent
On world to come, no care nor eie they cast
What coms with ease, is often rashlie spent
And what doth hap, in hands we hold full fast
As though our pomp, and pride should alwaies last
Yea thinking all, is ours that we can scrape
And still for more, do greedie gluttons gape.
On world to come, no care nor eie they cast
What coms with ease, is often rashlie spent
And what doth hap, in hands we hold full fast
As though our pomp, and pride should alwaies last
Yea thinking all, is ours that we can scrape
And still for more, do greedie gluttons gape.
The many yeers, and winters past and gone
Hath changde the kind, of grace and goodnes quite
Our bodies beares, in flesh a hart of stone
That ioined is, with faintie liuer white
Which neuer breeds, in breast one good delite
Our noughtie minds, may be the cause of this
That hath transformd, all Adams babes amisse.
Hath changde the kind, of grace and goodnes quite
Our bodies beares, in flesh a hart of stone
That ioined is, with faintie liuer white
Which neuer breeds, in breast one good delite
Our noughtie minds, may be the cause of this
That hath transformd, all Adams babes amisse.
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The golden age, of our forefathers wise,
Is copper now, or worse than any brasse,
We quickly can, clap on a new found gise
And weare a maske, seeme shadow in a glasse
But bring no worke, nor great good thing to passe
Make shew of much, as art sets trifles forth
That proues a puffe, in substance little worth.
Is copper now, or worse than any brasse,
We quickly can, clap on a new found gise
And weare a maske, seeme shadow in a glasse
But bring no worke, nor great good thing to passe
Make shew of much, as art sets trifles forth
That proues a puffe, in substance little worth.
Words are the ware, that each man sets to sale
With phrases fine, bedeckt to blinde poore sight
Faire promise first, steps forth and tels a tale
Of bad deuice, that weies in ballance light
For at your need, performance taketh flight
And leaues in lake, the foole that words hath won
Who paies great paines, for shadowes in the sun.
With phrases fine, bedeckt to blinde poore sight
Faire promise first, steps forth and tels a tale
Of bad deuice, that weies in ballance light
For at your need, performance taketh flight
And leaues in lake, the foole that words hath won
Who paies great paines, for shadowes in the sun.
Wit did prefer, good people well of yore
Welth now with weights, doth wey the ballance down
Words and fine talke, leads world the dance before
But neither wealth, nor words wins true renown
For when the trumpe, doth giue vncertaine sown
Men will not then, prepare them for the fight
But rather seeke, to saue themselues by flight.
Welth now with weights, doth wey the ballance down
Words and fine talke, leads world the dance before
But neither wealth, nor words wins true renown
For when the trumpe, doth giue vncertaine sown
Men will not then, prepare them for the fight
But rather seeke, to saue themselues by flight.
Words are the waues, that welters on the seas
And works a froth, in colour white as snoe
Makes thousands sicke, and breedes a cold disease
To those that with, such swelling surges goe
Inconstant words, with tide will ebbe and floe
But fruitfull deeds, stands firme and fast as rocke
That bides the brunt, of eurie blast and shocke
And works a froth, in colour white as snoe
Makes thousands sicke, and breedes a cold disease
To those that with, such swelling surges goe
Inconstant words, with tide will ebbe and floe
But fruitfull deeds, stands firme and fast as rocke
That bides the brunt, of eurie blast and shocke
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Fine Macheuill, is now from Florence flown
To England where, his welcome is too great,
His busie books, are heere so red and known
That charitie, thereby hath lost hir heat
Poore prisners doe, in Ludgate die for meat
Who doth for det, in danger long remaine
Must fall down flat, and seldom rise againe.
To England where, his welcome is too great,
His busie books, are heere so red and known
That charitie, thereby hath lost hir heat
Poore prisners doe, in Ludgate die for meat
Who doth for det, in danger long remaine
Must fall down flat, and seldom rise againe.
Wit takes his toll, as milner at the mill
Powl feakes the bags, of meale as he doth please
Thrusts thousands backe, till tricksie tanker fill
Like prentise fine, that faine would take some ease
In deed there is, no fishing to the seas
But what is caught, in conshence should be sold
In market place, that men might credit hold.
Powl feakes the bags, of meale as he doth please
Thrusts thousands backe, till tricksie tanker fill
Like prentise fine, that faine would take some ease
In deed there is, no fishing to the seas
But what is caught, in conshence should be sold
In market place, that men might credit hold.
No charitie, is found when fisher feeds
On all himselfe, and giues his fellowes none
Alas poore soules, we angle in the reeds
And catch a frog, when all the fish is gone
Bullhead and loch, lies vnder little stone
But stones and sticks, will breake our nets I dout
Before we bring, a dish of gudgins out.
On all himselfe, and giues his fellowes none
Alas poore soules, we angle in the reeds
And catch a frog, when all the fish is gone
Bullhead and loch, lies vnder little stone
But stones and sticks, will breake our nets I dout
Before we bring, a dish of gudgins out.
The great good turnes, in court that thousands felt
Is turnd to cleer, faire holie water there
The scraps are small, that hungrie hands haue delt
Spoile cannot spare, the paring of a peare
For snatch crust robs, almes baskets eury where
The poore so starues, or knowes not what to do
And so I feare, shall sillie suters to.
Is turnd to cleer, faire holie water there
The scraps are small, that hungrie hands haue delt
Spoile cannot spare, the paring of a peare
For snatch crust robs, almes baskets eury where
The poore so starues, or knowes not what to do
And so I feare, shall sillie suters to.
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The father scarse, will speake for his owne son
World waxeth mute, when men should do some good
The streame is stopt, where water ought to run
We cast our nets, where fish creepes in the mud
And clime those trees, where bowes will neuer bud
We take great paine, yet no good fruit enioies
For words are wind, and fils our eares with noies.
World waxeth mute, when men should do some good
The streame is stopt, where water ought to run
We cast our nets, where fish creepes in the mud
And clime those trees, where bowes will neuer bud
We take great paine, yet no good fruit enioies
For words are wind, and fils our eares with noies.
The soldier sits, and sighes to shake off greefe
Whose wounds in war, of right claimes great reward
Waits hard at heele, but findeth small releefe
Who least deserues, is alwaies most prefard
Who brags and boasts, blind world doth best regard
But some that lost, their blood in countries right
May kisse the post, and bid vs all good night.
Whose wounds in war, of right claimes great reward
Waits hard at heele, but findeth small releefe
Who least deserues, is alwaies most prefard
Who brags and boasts, blind world doth best regard
But some that lost, their blood in countries right
May kisse the post, and bid vs all good night.
What charitie, is that iudge you that can
Who sees these things, so far past all redresse
When lip-wise world, sets little by a man
What may fall out, of that a foole may gesse
Each one shall haue, his lot yea more or lesse
But charitie, and fortune differ far
Between them two, we find a mortall war.
Who sees these things, so far past all redresse
When lip-wise world, sets little by a man
What may fall out, of that a foole may gesse
Each one shall haue, his lot yea more or lesse
But charitie, and fortune differ far
Between them two, we find a mortall war.
The one helps all, and loues a number still
The other hurts, or else prefers a few
And wise men find, no hold in hir good will
For she is cald, a most inconstant shrew
That with the sun, will waste away like dew
A sommer flowre, that withers in the frost
Coms softly on, and rides away in post.
The other hurts, or else prefers a few
And wise men find, no hold in hir good will
For she is cald, a most inconstant shrew
That with the sun, will waste away like dew
A sommer flowre, that withers in the frost
Coms softly on, and rides away in post.
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As blind of sight, as euer Cupid was
For she lookes not, on vertue any way
Nor wisdoms worth, but fauors many an asse
For his smooth face, and peacocks feathers gay
But charitie is, the only staffe and stay
To all estates, for where she stoutly stands
She sets all free, and breaketh bondage bands.
For she lookes not, on vertue any way
Nor wisdoms worth, but fauors many an asse
For his smooth face, and peacocks feathers gay
But charitie is, the only staffe and stay
To all estates, for where she stoutly stands
She sets all free, and breaketh bondage bands.
Forgiues great faults, and suffers many a wrong
She giues a badge, that eury christian weares
And in all worlds, hir liurey lasteth long
It garded is, all round about with teares
And she hir selfe, a branch of oliue beares
In signe of peace, and mercie mixt with grace
That pitie takes, of eurie rufull case.
She giues a badge, that eury christian weares
And in all worlds, hir liurey lasteth long
It garded is, all round about with teares
And she hir selfe, a branch of oliue beares
In signe of peace, and mercie mixt with grace
That pitie takes, of eurie rufull case.
This charitie giues, as much as men may craue
And soone forgets, the bountie she bestowes
Takes great delight, the life of man to saue
By vertue of, good turnes that from hir floes
Whose is sent like, the white and sweet red rose
For all hir gifts, and graces beares such flowres
That makes poore men, to laugh when fortune lowres.
And soone forgets, the bountie she bestowes
Takes great delight, the life of man to saue
By vertue of, good turnes that from hir floes
Whose is sent like, the white and sweet red rose
For all hir gifts, and graces beares such flowres
That makes poore men, to laugh when fortune lowres.
On charitie, the hungrie dailie feeds
As lambs and sheepe, in fruitfull pasture liue
Shee giues few words, where shee bestoes good deeds
The more we neede, the sooner will shee giue
As corne from chaffe, is sifred through the siue
So shee tries out, from dust and drosse the gold
As wisdome doth, the worth of men vnfold.
As lambs and sheepe, in fruitfull pasture liue
Shee giues few words, where shee bestoes good deeds
The more we neede, the sooner will shee giue
As corne from chaffe, is sifred through the siue
So shee tries out, from dust and drosse the gold
As wisdome doth, the worth of men vnfold.
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This charitie, is first that fauour findes
And shall be last, that wins our worlds good will
Begot by grace, and nurst in noble mindes
That staies and stands, vpon their honor still
Tis seen far off, as torch is on an hill
Felt near at hand, and found out by the light
Which in darke daies, doth glad ech good mans sight.
And shall be last, that wins our worlds good will
Begot by grace, and nurst in noble mindes
That staies and stands, vpon their honor still
Tis seen far off, as torch is on an hill
Felt near at hand, and found out by the light
Which in darke daies, doth glad ech good mans sight.
When fortunes wrath, hath wounded many a wight
She brings a boxe, of balm to heale ech sore
That makes sad mind, and heauie hart so light
It neuer thinks, on wretched chance no more
If charitie, like victor goes before
Come after hir, proud world with all thy braues
Like conqueror, she triumphs on hir slaues.
She brings a boxe, of balm to heale ech sore
That makes sad mind, and heauie hart so light
It neuer thinks, on wretched chance no more
If charitie, like victor goes before
Come after hir, proud world with all thy braues
Like conqueror, she triumphs on hir slaues.
But well awaie, and woe God wot the while
True charitie, is faintly felt or found
Shee is of late, halfe-driuen in exile
Because bad life, lets crueltie abound
The world is full, of hollow harts vnsound
And mercie meets, with ruth scarce once a yeere
For rigors rage, doth show such churlish cheere.
True charitie, is faintly felt or found
Shee is of late, halfe-driuen in exile
Because bad life, lets crueltie abound
The world is full, of hollow harts vnsound
And mercie meets, with ruth scarce once a yeere
For rigors rage, doth show such churlish cheere.
Men walke abroad, transformd in sundry shapes
More monster like, than babes of Adams brood
Fearfull to sight, like vglie owls and apes
That hath of kind, no ciuill humane mood
Tigers in proofe, nurst vp with woluish food
For sillie lambs, that doth no butcher fear
They do deuour, and in small peeces tear.
More monster like, than babes of Adams brood
Fearfull to sight, like vglie owls and apes
That hath of kind, no ciuill humane mood
Tigers in proofe, nurst vp with woluish food
For sillie lambs, that doth no butcher fear
They do deuour, and in small peeces tear.
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Greedy as guls, and gapes for garbedge still,
Rauening like woolues, that murthers sheepe in folde
Suttle as foxe, that neuer hath his fill
Hedstrong and proud, and will not be controld
Curtish as kite, ne gentle yoong nor old
Such cruell tricks, doth alter so mans minde
That long they liue, by craft and dies vnkind.
Rauening like woolues, that murthers sheepe in folde
Suttle as foxe, that neuer hath his fill
Hedstrong and proud, and will not be controld
Curtish as kite, ne gentle yoong nor old
Such cruell tricks, doth alter so mans minde
That long they liue, by craft and dies vnkind.
Quarrels encrease, and combats haue no end
Till bloud be shed, and life and land be lost
Some thinks the bow, were better breake than bend
On that consait, stands mightie manhood most
But charitie, rides then away in post
And leaues in lash, behinde hir in some part
A heape of harmes, and many a heauie hart.
Till bloud be shed, and life and land be lost
Some thinks the bow, were better breake than bend
On that consait, stands mightie manhood most
But charitie, rides then away in post
And leaues in lash, behinde hir in some part
A heape of harmes, and many a heauie hart.
Lust liues by spoyle, like theefe that robs true men
Desires to eate, the hen and chickens all
Rauine and rage, prouls fast for profite then
So gets some cheate, though it be near so small
But lust is like, an image on a wall
Strike out the cole, that is but blacke of hue
Faire white and cleane, appeers blurd wall to you.
Desires to eate, the hen and chickens all
Rauine and rage, prouls fast for profite then
So gets some cheate, though it be near so small
But lust is like, an image on a wall
Strike out the cole, that is but blacke of hue
Faire white and cleane, appeers blurd wall to you.
Ore weening runs, beyond the course of wit
Presumpshon then, doth set best foote before
And boldnes knowes, not where to stand nor sit
His loftie lookes, prouokes his pride so sore
But when threed-bare, his bad spun cloth is wore
The world but laughs, to see bald bayard blinde
With painted robes, patch vp a stately minde.
Presumpshon then, doth set best foote before
And boldnes knowes, not where to stand nor sit
His loftie lookes, prouokes his pride so sore
But when threed-bare, his bad spun cloth is wore
The world but laughs, to see bald bayard blinde
With painted robes, patch vp a stately minde.
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In cloud vnseene, new fanglenes would walke
But he is spide, by old deepe serching sight
Fine filed toongs, like parrets prate and talke
And wonder makes, of trifling matters light
This glorious crew, triumphes in moone shine night
But when cleere day, such idols doth disclose
World will point out, where eurie shadow goes.
But he is spide, by old deepe serching sight
Fine filed toongs, like parrets prate and talke
And wonder makes, of trifling matters light
This glorious crew, triumphes in moone shine night
But when cleere day, such idols doth disclose
World will point out, where eurie shadow goes.
Wilde wilfull heads, that all sound counsell hates
A careles course, of borrowed life doth lead
Whose retchles race, still argues and debates
They soone forget, good lessons that they read
But when the foot, awrie the shue doth tread
Downe goes the heele, yea seam the sole and all
And so vnwares, a man in mire may fall.
A careles course, of borrowed life doth lead
Whose retchles race, still argues and debates
They soone forget, good lessons that they read
But when the foot, awrie the shue doth tread
Downe goes the heele, yea seam the sole and all
And so vnwares, a man in mire may fall.
And stumbling oft, makes some to snapper still
Vse mastrie breedes, and custome pleads a law
Let bridle goe, the horse will haue his will
Much water scarse, will quench hot fire in straw
A stubborne childe, that still doth backward draw
Must needes be whipt, to make him feare the rod
So we are plagud, when we forget our God.
Vse mastrie breedes, and custome pleads a law
Let bridle goe, the horse will haue his will
Much water scarse, will quench hot fire in straw
A stubborne childe, that still doth backward draw
Must needes be whipt, to make him feare the rod
So we are plagud, when we forget our God.
Three sundrie plagues, the wrath of God doth show
The first is past, the second you may see
The third ye wot, the world too well doth know
For that cuts downe, corne, grasse, and highest tree
The angrie cloudes will neuer calmie bee
Till better life, seaise all our showres of raine
And Gods great grace, brings sommer home againe
The first is past, the second you may see
The third ye wot, the world too well doth know
For that cuts downe, corne, grasse, and highest tree
The angrie cloudes will neuer calmie bee
Till better life, seaise all our showres of raine
And Gods great grace, brings sommer home againe
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Shame followes pride, and death comes after sin
Then famine kils, vp thousands where it flies
They will take heed, that hath well scourged bin
And fall to mend, their liues if they be wise
But in our world, such new found fashons rise
All frames not well, looke into ech mans waies
Small charitie, is seen in these bad daies.
Then famine kils, vp thousands where it flies
They will take heed, that hath well scourged bin
And fall to mend, their liues if they be wise
But in our world, such new found fashons rise
All frames not well, looke into ech mans waies
Small charitie, is seen in these bad daies.
When charitie, proud painted posts plucks downe
To God and prince, great honor shall arise
When plainnes thriues, in court and ciuill towne
Old troth will bid, farewell our newfound gise
Goodnes will come, and so aduance the wise
Dunses and dolts, shall stand beneath the bar
And pride shall blush, that doth presume too far.
To God and prince, great honor shall arise
When plainnes thriues, in court and ciuill towne
Old troth will bid, farewell our newfound gise
Goodnes will come, and so aduance the wise
Dunses and dolts, shall stand beneath the bar
And pride shall blush, that doth presume too far.
The least of most, makes most of his bad stuffe
So leers and looks, as frighted were his wits
Is neuer well, till pride be in his ruffe
Than monarke like, on loftie seat he sits
(Whose scornfull hart, is full of froward fits)
But speaks no word, for feare that bayard blinde
Should plunge before, and yearke at him behinde.
So leers and looks, as frighted were his wits
Is neuer well, till pride be in his ruffe
Than monarke like, on loftie seat he sits
(Whose scornfull hart, is full of froward fits)
But speaks no word, for feare that bayard blinde
Should plunge before, and yearke at him behinde.
The woorst with best, compares and striues for place
As gold and glas, in woorth weare all alike
Beares out his brags, with scowling brazen face
That cannot blush, no more than can blacke tike
He frowns so sore, he lookes as he would strike
The crabbish carle, so curst and cumbrous is
Then when he speakes, in schoole the schollers hisse.
As gold and glas, in woorth weare all alike
Beares out his brags, with scowling brazen face
That cannot blush, no more than can blacke tike
He frowns so sore, he lookes as he would strike
The crabbish carle, so curst and cumbrous is
Then when he speakes, in schoole the schollers hisse.
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The surly sire, sits swelling like a toad
That venom casts, on goodly herbs and floures
Not pleased well, in house nor yet abroad
Nor seemes to haue, ne quiet daies nor houres
When cheerefull folke, doth smile this churle he loures
A swarme of such, checkmates a man may see
If stagers come, where fresh fine fellowes bee.
That venom casts, on goodly herbs and floures
Not pleased well, in house nor yet abroad
Nor seemes to haue, ne quiet daies nor houres
When cheerefull folke, doth smile this churle he loures
A swarme of such, checkmates a man may see
If stagers come, where fresh fine fellowes bee.
The stately stalks, that will ne stoup nor bend
Will speake no word, till first yee them salute
Holds head aloft, but downe no looke will lend
Faire blossomd trees, that brings foorth no good fruit
Nay sickles sharpe, that reaps vp many a sute
Their haruest hath, cut downe the corne so cleane
They leaue in field, the poore no graine to gleane.
Will speake no word, till first yee them salute
Holds head aloft, but downe no looke will lend
Faire blossomd trees, that brings foorth no good fruit
Nay sickles sharpe, that reaps vp many a sute
Their haruest hath, cut downe the corne so cleane
They leaue in field, the poore no graine to gleane.
The craftie crue, more wily than old Foxe
Runs flocking on, as sheepe to fold doth flie
Takes what they may, and giues but scornes & mocks
They want no wiles, within the winde to lie
Drains riuers vp, and drinks great fountaines drie
At first rebound, strikes backe the tennis ball
(From those that plaies) as though they would haue al.
Runs flocking on, as sheepe to fold doth flie
Takes what they may, and giues but scornes & mocks
They want no wiles, within the winde to lie
Drains riuers vp, and drinks great fountaines drie
At first rebound, strikes backe the tennis ball
(From those that plaies) as though they would haue al.
The cunning lads, that creepes through auger holes
As quicke as Bee, seekes honie eury where
Feeds body fat, but cares not for their soles
Their snatching shewes, what greedy minds they beare
Who lends the poore, ne louing looke nor eare
Brings emptie paunch, to mouth vp all alone
Skornes and disdaine, to fling a dog a bone.
As quicke as Bee, seekes honie eury where
Feeds body fat, but cares not for their soles
Their snatching shewes, what greedy minds they beare
Who lends the poore, ne louing looke nor eare
Brings emptie paunch, to mouth vp all alone
Skornes and disdaine, to fling a dog a bone.
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Preferments were, the marks whereat we shot
But past our aime; and reach those marks do stand
For ere we draw, the bow the game is got
Or else the string, doth breake within our hand
Our plaine prick-shafts, were wont to cleaue a wand
But now so blunt, and flat the heads are worne
When archer shoots, leud world laughs him to scorne.
But past our aime; and reach those marks do stand
For ere we draw, the bow the game is got
Or else the string, doth breake within our hand
Our plaine prick-shafts, were wont to cleaue a wand
But now so blunt, and flat the heads are worne
When archer shoots, leud world laughs him to scorne.
They hit the white, that neuer shot before
No marke men sure, nay bunglars in their kind
A sort of swads, that scarce can shoot twelue score
Nor hath no skill, to know where blowes the winde
Lo thus you see, that fortune is but blinde
To giue them hap, whose knowledge is so bace
They scarce deserue, a simple pedlars place.
No marke men sure, nay bunglars in their kind
A sort of swads, that scarce can shoot twelue score
Nor hath no skill, to know where blowes the winde
Lo thus you see, that fortune is but blinde
To giue them hap, whose knowledge is so bace
They scarce deserue, a simple pedlars place.
Ech man prefers, his friends and seruants both
The Queenes poore men, findes few to help their hap
I praie you who, doth speake for plaine Tom-troth
Which plies them all, with curchie, knee and cap
His old crab tree, is burnd with thunder clap
Blacke are the bowes, that once grew greene and gaie
The rune of time, doth threaten his decaie.
The Queenes poore men, findes few to help their hap
I praie you who, doth speake for plaine Tom-troth
Which plies them all, with curchie, knee and cap
His old crab tree, is burnd with thunder clap
Blacke are the bowes, that once grew greene and gaie
The rune of time, doth threaten his decaie.
How should men liue, that haue no chinks to spend
Steele now lacks strength, to strike out fire from flint
Hold fast the gnoff, will neither giue nor lend
Hope-well can get, no money from the mint
All things we haue, are set now at a stint
Nip-crust the carle, hath crept so neere the crums
That nothing scapes, from hungrie hucksters thumbs.
Steele now lacks strength, to strike out fire from flint
Hold fast the gnoff, will neither giue nor lend
Hope-well can get, no money from the mint
All things we haue, are set now at a stint
Nip-crust the carle, hath crept so neere the crums
That nothing scapes, from hungrie hucksters thumbs.
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Serue long waite well, spend much and little get
May be compard, to walking horse for nought
Brings many men, in danger and in det
For wit and time, thereby is deerlie bought
As when a drudge, all daie hath trulie wrought
And goes to bed, vnpleasd or paid aright
He thinks daies toile, brings beggrie home at night.
May be compard, to walking horse for nought
Brings many men, in danger and in det
For wit and time, thereby is deerlie bought
As when a drudge, all daie hath trulie wrought
And goes to bed, vnpleasd or paid aright
He thinks daies toile, brings beggrie home at night.
I pray you who, makes haste to mend this misse
The man in the moone, as soone as any one
By which cold signe, true loue and charities
Growne now more cold, than ice or marble stone
As dogs do striue, and snarre about a bone
So for good turnes, the people throng and thrust
So thicke God wot, we know not who to trust.
The man in the moone, as soone as any one
By which cold signe, true loue and charities
Growne now more cold, than ice or marble stone
As dogs do striue, and snarre about a bone
So for good turnes, the people throng and thrust
So thicke God wot, we know not who to trust.
These natures new, doth argue plagues most strange
To come if now, No famine heere were had
For as we do, our old good maners change
So world I feare, hencefoorth will be too bad
When sober men, growes sauage wilde and mad
Looke for small rule, and order heere belowe
Our Iudgement daie, thereby drawes neere I trowe.
To come if now, No famine heere were had
For as we do, our old good maners change
So world I feare, hencefoorth will be too bad
When sober men, growes sauage wilde and mad
Looke for small rule, and order heere belowe
Our Iudgement daie, thereby drawes neere I trowe.
Not one doth right, with weights when we are waid
All are as light, in ballance as a flie
For out of frame. are all when all is said
Both they below, and those that would sit hie
But chieflie such, as vse to sell and bie
All sciences, yea all of eury art
Are stept on stage, and coms to play their part.
All are as light, in ballance as a flie
For out of frame. are all when all is said
Both they below, and those that would sit hie
But chieflie such, as vse to sell and bie
All sciences, yea all of eury art
Are stept on stage, and coms to play their part.
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Search eury art, artificers and all
In charitie, behold them as they are
And you shall see, their conshence is so small
That nere a one, for charitie doth care
Do neither church, queer, court, nor country spare
And tell me plaine, what charitie is there
God grant these daies, true loue be any where.
In charitie, behold them as they are
And you shall see, their conshence is so small
That nere a one, for charitie doth care
Do neither church, queer, court, nor country spare
And tell me plaine, what charitie is there
God grant these daies, true loue be any where.
Can plagues cease then, whan eury liuing wight
His neighbour plagues, as far as powre may stretch
In ballance iust, not one man waies aright
All vse desait, and ly on gard and watch
He liues not now, that can not scrat and snatch
Men are no saints, world is a world to thend
So folly doth, his wilfull faults defend.
His neighbour plagues, as far as powre may stretch
In ballance iust, not one man waies aright
All vse desait, and ly on gard and watch
He liues not now, that can not scrat and snatch
Men are no saints, world is a world to thend
So folly doth, his wilfull faults defend.
The man of Ind, can neuer change his skin
Nor yet the cat, of mountaine change hir hue
So those wilde buds, that euer bad haue bin
Can neuer beare, good fruit nor blossome nue
A bitter taste, will neuer go from rue
A wicked life, can shew no vertous deed
No more than may, a floure spring from a weed.
Nor yet the cat, of mountaine change hir hue
So those wilde buds, that euer bad haue bin
Can neuer beare, good fruit nor blossome nue
A bitter taste, will neuer go from rue
A wicked life, can shew no vertous deed
No more than may, a floure spring from a weed.
What keepes good course, the weather alters oft
The heauens seeme, to shew some sodaine change
The winds waxe shrill, and loud they blow aloft
Familiar friends, for trifles gro full strange
Wit waxeth wilde, whose wont was not to range
So out of tune, ech thing is wrested now
Because abuse, corrupts good nature throw.
The heauens seeme, to shew some sodaine change
The winds waxe shrill, and loud they blow aloft
Familiar friends, for trifles gro full strange
Wit waxeth wilde, whose wont was not to range
So out of tune, ech thing is wrested now
Because abuse, corrupts good nature throw.
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If sommer once, in twentie yeers growes hot
(Whose warmth reuiues, both fruit & floures ech where)
Cold winters blast, bites near the bones ye wot
Cold pleaseth few, for cold ech one doth feare
Why world growes cold, and cold is hard to beare
Cold weather makes, warme conshence cold I troe
So charitie, and goodnes cold doth growe.
(Whose warmth reuiues, both fruit & floures ech where)
Cold winters blast, bites near the bones ye wot
Cold pleaseth few, for cold ech one doth feare
Why world growes cold, and cold is hard to beare
Cold weather makes, warme conshence cold I troe
So charitie, and goodnes cold doth growe.
Cold is the aire, the open field and towne
Then court must needs, wax colder than it was
It seems wise world, cares not for vaine renowne
As world doth come, a Gods name let it passe
Though charitie, growe thrise as cold as glasse
A warmer time, in better tune may bring
This hard cold age, when comes a sommer spring.
Then court must needs, wax colder than it was
It seems wise world, cares not for vaine renowne
As world doth come, a Gods name let it passe
Though charitie, growe thrise as cold as glasse
A warmer time, in better tune may bring
This hard cold age, when comes a sommer spring.
Cold snow is not, so good as luke warme milke
Hot sun doth melt, cold frost and cakes of ice
Thicke frise surmounts, a thin cloke linde with silke
Furde gowne exceeds, cold cloth of preshous price
Warme loue lasts long, cold fauour growes full nice
With warme good will, we win great wordlie good
The fire burns best, where most ye clap on wood.
Hot sun doth melt, cold frost and cakes of ice
Thicke frise surmounts, a thin cloke linde with silke
Furde gowne exceeds, cold cloth of preshous price
Warme loue lasts long, cold fauour growes full nice
With warme good will, we win great wordlie good
The fire burns best, where most ye clap on wood.
Both flame and fire, goes out in weather cold
Where neither coles, nor wood mantaines the heat
And heat is that, contents both yoong and old
For in the same, our sweete delight is great
Most men feeds best, with good warme drinke or meat
Cold breeds worst blod, and hardlie doth digest
Bicause cold things, lies belching long in brest.
Where neither coles, nor wood mantaines the heat
And heat is that, contents both yoong and old
For in the same, our sweete delight is great
Most men feeds best, with good warme drinke or meat
Cold breeds worst blod, and hardlie doth digest
Bicause cold things, lies belching long in brest.
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Cold fortune kils, the strongest man that liues
Cold countnance cuts, the throte ere we be ware
Cold poison dronke, a quicke dispatch it giues
Cold cramps dries vp, the sences where they are
Cold lims waxe lame, and breeds diseases rare
Thus cold mars all, then warmth God send vs now
That eurie part, of man feele comfort throw.
Cold countnance cuts, the throte ere we be ware
Cold poison dronke, a quicke dispatch it giues
Cold cramps dries vp, the sences where they are
Cold lims waxe lame, and breeds diseases rare
Thus cold mars all, then warmth God send vs now
That eurie part, of man feele comfort throw.
Cold food is faint, vnto weake stomacks still
Warme broths keeps health, in perfect sound estate
Warme daies we wish, cold bitter aire is ill
Cold blasts be nought, sharpe blustring storms we hate
Sweetly sun shines, in world earlie or late
Cold quicklie caught, goes seldome soone away
And long cold nights, kils some before the day.
Warme broths keeps health, in perfect sound estate
Warme daies we wish, cold bitter aire is ill
Cold blasts be nought, sharpe blustring storms we hate
Sweetly sun shines, in world earlie or late
Cold quicklie caught, goes seldome soone away
And long cold nights, kils some before the day.
Cold drie hard frost, makes thousands seeke for fire
Warme meate giues spreet, to either sicke or sound
Cold hungrie baites, makes many a horse to tire
Warme clouts and clothes, doth comfort eurie wound
No fruit thriues well, where cold doth much abound
The warmth doth ioy, both spring and fall of leafe
Makes dead things quicke, delights both dum & deafe
Warme meate giues spreet, to either sicke or sound
Cold hungrie baites, makes many a horse to tire
Warme clouts and clothes, doth comfort eurie wound
No fruit thriues well, where cold doth much abound
The warmth doth ioy, both spring and fall of leafe
Makes dead things quicke, delights both dum & deafe
Yea blind and lame, and all that life doth beare
Are glad of heate, then cold is out of grace
Cold words God wot, when meaning scarce is there
Kils many a man, in court or any place
O wold to God, warme deeds did show his face
That charitie, hir whole effect may show
On those that needs, which knows not where to goe
Are glad of heate, then cold is out of grace
Cold words God wot, when meaning scarce is there
Kils many a man, in court or any place
O wold to God, warme deeds did show his face
That charitie, hir whole effect may show
On those that needs, which knows not where to goe
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A colder time, in world was neuer seene
The skies do lowre, the sun and moone waxe dim
Sommer scarce knowne, but that the leaues are greene
The winters waste, driues water ore the brim
Vpon the land, great flotes of wood may swim
Nature thinks scorne, to do hir dutie right
Because we haue, displeasde the Lord of light.
The skies do lowre, the sun and moone waxe dim
Sommer scarce knowne, but that the leaues are greene
The winters waste, driues water ore the brim
Vpon the land, great flotes of wood may swim
Nature thinks scorne, to do hir dutie right
Because we haue, displeasde the Lord of light.
Cold works, cold words, cold world and al things cold
Showes death drawes neer, and then a deep cold graue
Such hard cold hap, may make a yoong man old
Or old gray beard, become a gallie slaue
Well let them loose, that can ne win nor saue
The state of man, on strange hap hazard lies
As one fals downe, so doth another rise.
Showes death drawes neer, and then a deep cold graue
Such hard cold hap, may make a yoong man old
Or old gray beard, become a gallie slaue
Well let them loose, that can ne win nor saue
The state of man, on strange hap hazard lies
As one fals downe, so doth another rise.
If charitie, would once bespread hir raies
As Phœbus showes, abroad his shining beames
Or winter cold, would bring some sommer daies
And rid vs soone, from all these great extreames
Then shee dies not, but haplie sleeps and dreames
Now waken hir, that haue most powre to speake
I haue tane cold, and so my voice growes weake.
As Phœbus showes, abroad his shining beames
Or winter cold, would bring some sommer daies
And rid vs soone, from all these great extreames
Then shee dies not, but haplie sleeps and dreames
Now waken hir, that haue most powre to speake
I haue tane cold, and so my voice growes weake.
You whose cleer speech, doth loud as trumpet sound
And may command, the world, the skies and stars
And rules at beck, the massie earth so round
Sets orders downe, and can make peace and wars
And hath the force, to breake big iron bars
Call charitie, fot loue once home againe
That shee may heare, hir people poore complaine.
And may command, the world, the skies and stars
And rules at beck, the massie earth so round
Sets orders downe, and can make peace and wars
And hath the force, to breake big iron bars
Call charitie, fot loue once home againe
That shee may heare, hir people poore complaine.
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My breath but bores, a hole within the aire
My date neer don, cals for a shrouding sheet
My darke dim daies, lookes for no weather faire
Mine eies can scarce, look to my stumbling feet
My wounted muse, forsakes my drowping spreet
My books and scroules, and all that I haue wrot
Hides now their heads, as I were cleane forgot.
My date neer don, cals for a shrouding sheet
My darke dim daies, lookes for no weather faire
Mine eies can scarce, look to my stumbling feet
My wounted muse, forsakes my drowping spreet
My books and scroules, and all that I haue wrot
Hides now their heads, as I were cleane forgot.
When aged yeers, showes death amid my face
My words are of, small credit in this plite
My hap and hope, is in a better place
Wherefore of world, I plainly speake and write
And ere I goe, discharge my conshence quite
To win the wise, and loose the fonder sort
That vnto quicke, nor dead yeelds good report.
My words are of, small credit in this plite
My hap and hope, is in a better place
Wherefore of world, I plainly speake and write
And ere I goe, discharge my conshence quite
To win the wise, and loose the fonder sort
That vnto quicke, nor dead yeelds good report.
The wise well won, waies ech thing as it ought
Mistakes no terme, nor sentence wrests awrie
The fond will read, awhile but cares for nought
Yet casts on ech, mans works a frowning eie
This neither treats, of matters lowe nor hie
But finds a meane, that ech good meaning might
In all true meanes, take charitie aright.
Mistakes no terme, nor sentence wrests awrie
The fond will read, awhile but cares for nought
Yet casts on ech, mans works a frowning eie
This neither treats, of matters lowe nor hie
But finds a meane, that ech good meaning might
In all true meanes, take charitie aright.
FINIS.
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