John Harington of Stepney

degrese of lyghtnes lefte behynde
to teache us know lyght things of kynde
lyghter then fume flame is assynde
lyghter then flame they wryt the wynde
lyghter then wynd a womans mynde
lyghter then that no thyng the fynde

II A 3

[he that spares to speak hathe hardly his entent]

he that spares to speak hathe hardly his entent
he that speaks and speeds his speakyng is nott spent
he that speaks and speeds not. his spekyng is but lost
and yet speakyng wythe owt speedyng is but a small cost

II A 4

[None can deeme righte, whoe Faithfull freendes do rest]

None can deeme righte, whoe Faithfull freendes do rest
whilste they doe Rule, and Raigne in great degree
For than bothe faste, and fained freendes are preste
Whose faithes seeme bothe, of one effect to bee
But if that welthe unwynde and fortune flee
as never knowen revoltes th'unfaithfull gheste
but he whose hart, in life once faithe linckt faste
Will love and serve, even after deathe is paste

II A 5

[Such one is ware by what degrees he clymes]

Such one is ware by what degrees he clymes,
Rather pleasant then proud in high estate,
Rather bold then abasht in lowring times,
And can in both so well uphold his state,
As many would but few can do or none,
Of which few sort, I wish your Lordship one.

II A 6

[Who justly may rejoyce in ought under the skye?]

Who justly may rejoyce in ought under the skye?
As life, or lands: as frends, or frutes: which only live to dye.
Or who dothe not well know all worldly works are vaine?
And geveth nought but to the lendes, to take the same againe.
For though it lift some up: as wee long upward all:
Such is the sort of slipper welth: all things do rise to fall.
Thuncertentie is such: experience teacheth so:
That what things men do covet most, them sonest they forgo.
Lo Devorox where he lieth: whose life men heeld so deare
That now his death is sorowed so, that pitie it is to heare.
His birth of auncient blood: his parents of great fame:
And yet in vertue farre before the formost of the same.
His king, and countrye bothe he served to so great gaine:
That with the Brutes record doth rest, and ever shall remaine.
No man in warre so mete, an enterprise to take:
No man in peace that pleasurd more of enmies frends to make.
A Cato for his counsell: his head was surely such.
Ne Theseus frenship was so great, but Devorox was as much.
A graffe of so small grothe so much good frute to bring:
Is seldome heard, or never sene: it is so rare a thing.
A man sent us from God, his life did well declare:
And now sent for by god again, to teach us what we are.
Death, and the grave, that shall accompany all that live,
Hath brought him heven, though somewhat sone, which life could never geve
God graunt well all, that shall professe as he profest:
To live so well, to dye no worse: and send his soule good rest.

II A 7

[At least withdraw your creweltie]

At least withdraw your creweltie
or force the tyme to worke your will
Yt is to moche extreamytie
to kepe me pent in pryson styll
free from all fawte voyd of all cawse
without all right agaynst all lawse
how can you use more crewell spight
than offre wrong and promes right
yet can not accuse nor will acquyght

A Leven months full and longer space
I have endured your deavellishe dryftes
whylest you have sought bothe man and place
and sett your snares with all your shyftes
the fawtlesse foote to wrapp with wyle
in any guylt by any guyle
and now you see it will not be
how can you thus for shame agree
to kepe hym bownd you ought sett free

Your chaunce was once as myne is now
to kepe this hold agaynst your will
and than you sware you know well how
though now you swarve I know how yll
but thus the world his course doth passe
the priest forgeates that Clerk he was
and you that then cryed Justyce styll
and now have Justyce att your will
Wrest Justyce wrong agaynst all skill

But whye do I thus coldly playne
as thoughe it were my cawse alone
whan cawse doth eache man so constrayne
as Englond through hath cawse to mone
to see your blooddy searche of suche
as all the earth can no way towche
and better weare that all your kynd
Lyke hownds in hell with shame were shrynd
then you had might unto your mynd

But as the Stone that strykes the wall
Somtyme bownds back on th'urlers hedd
so your fowle fetche to your fowle fall
may tourne and noye the brest it bredd
and than suche measure as you gave
of right and Justice looke to have
yf good or yll, yf short or longe
yf falce or trew, yf right or wronge
And thus tyll than I end my songe

II A 8

[Heer lye the bones of busy Gardiner dead]

Heer lye the bones of busy Gardiner dead
that in five yeares spoild more good lawes and lore
then two great Kings with all the wittes they bred
Could stablish sure in forty yeares before
The Queen beguild, the Lordes like lymehoundes led,
The usurping rule of Rome he did restore
Burne, head, and hang, imprison, vex and spoile
the worthie sort of this declying Soile.

II A 9

[In doing well use no delay]

In doing well use no delay
For in short space, tyme wears away.

II A 10
A sonet written upon my Lord Admirall Seymour./

Of person Rare, Stronge Lymbes, and manly shapp
of nature fram'de to sarve on Sea or lande
of frendship firme in good state and ill happ
In peace head wise, in warr skill great, bolde hande
on horse on foote, in peryll or in playe
None coulde excell thoughe many did assaie
A Subject true to Kinge, and servant great
Freend to goddes truthe en'mye to Roomes disceat
Somtuous abroad, for honor of the lande
Temp'rat at home; yet kept great state with staie
And noble house; and gave moe mowthes more meat
then some advaunste on higher stepps to stande/
Yet against Nature Reason and just Lawes
His blood was spilt, guiltles without just cause/

II A 11
John Harington to his Mother, 1540.

There was a battaill fought of late,
Yet was the slaughter small;
The strife was, whether I shulde wright,
Or send nothing at all.
Of one syde were the Captaynes names
Short Tyme and Lytle Skill;
One fought alone agaynst them bothe,
Whose name was Great Good-will.
Short Tyme enforst me in a straite,
And bad me holde my hand;
Small Skill also withstoode desyre,
My wryting to withstand.
But Great Good-will, in shew though small,
To wright encourag'de me,
And to the battaile helde on still,
No common thinge to see.
Thus gan theise busye warriours three
Betwene themselves to fight
As valiauntlye as though they had
Bene of much greater might.
Till Fortune, that unconstant dame,
Which rules soche things allwaye,
Did cause the weaker parte in fight
To bear the greatter swaye:
And then the victour caused me,
However was my skill,
To wright theise vearses unto you,
To shew my great good-will.

II A 12
A sonnet made on Isabella Markhame, when I firste thought her fayer as she stood at the Princess's Windowe in goodlye Attyre, and talkede to dyvers in the Courte-Yard.

Whence comes my love, O hearte, disclose,
'Twas from cheeks that shamed the rose;
From lips that spoyle the rubies prayse;
From eyes that mock the diamond's blaze.
Whence comes my woe, as freely owne,
Ah me! 'twas from a hearte lyke stone.

The blushyne cheek speakes modest mynde,
The lipps befitting wordes moste kynde;
The eye does tempte to love's desyre,
And seems to say, 'tis Cupid's fire;
Yet all so faire, but speake my moane,
Syth noughte dothe saye the hearte of stone.

Why thus, my love, so kynde bespeake,
Sweet lyppe, sweet eye, sweet blushynge cheeke,
Yet not a hearte to save my paine,
O Venus, take thy giftes again;
Make not so faire to cause our moane,
Or make a hearte that's lyke our owne.

II A 13

[Alas! I love yow overwell]

Question.
Alas! I love yow overwell,
Myne owne sweete deere delygte;
Yet, for respects, I feare to tell
What moves my trobled spryghte:
What workes my woe, what breedes my smarte,
What woundes myn harte and mynde,
Reason restrayns me to emparte
Such perylls as I fynde.

Answer.
If present peryll reason fynde,
And hope for helpe doe haste;
Unfolde the secretts of yowr mynde,
Whyls hope of helpe may taste.
And I will ease yowr payne and smarte,
As yf yt weare myne owne;
Respects and perylls put aparte,
And let the truthe be knowne.

Question.
The words be sownde, the sownde ys sweete,
The sweete yeeldes bounty free;
Noe wyghte hathe worthe to yeelde meed meete
For grace of suche degree:
Now, sythe my playnte dothe pytie move,
Grawnt grace that I may taste
Suche joys as angells feele above,
That lovingly may last.

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Answer.
I yeeld with harte and wylling mynde
To doe all yow desyre;
Doubtinge noe deale suche faythe to fynde
As suche truste dothe requier:
Now yow have wealthe at yowr owne will,
And lawe at yowr owne luste,
To make or mar, to save or spill;
Then be a Conquerour juste.

Answer.
Fyrste shall the sunne in darknes dwell,
The moone and starrs lacke lyghte,
Before in thoughte I doe rebell
Agaynste my lyves delyghte:
Tryed ys my truste, knowne ys my truthe,
Yn tyme, my sweete, provyde,
Whilest bewtie florishe in thine yowthe,
And brethe in mee abyde.

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II A 14

[Lyke as the rage of rayne]

Lyke as the rage of rayne
Fills ryvers with excesse;
And as the drowght agayne
Doth draw them lesse and lesse;
So I both fall and clyme,
With no and yea somtyme.

As they ryse hye and hye,
So doth encreace my state;
As they fall drye and drye,
So doth my wealth abate:
As yea ys matcht with no,
My wealth ys myxt with wo.

As nothing can endure,
That lyves and lacks relief;
So no state may stand sure,
Where chaunge doth rayne as Chief:
Wherefore I must entend
To bow, when others bend.

And, when they laugh, to smyle,
And, when they weepe, to wayle;
And, when they crafte, begyle,
And, when they fight, assayle:
And thynck there ys no chaunge
Can make them seeme to straunge.

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Oh! moste unhappie state,
What wight may kepe such coorsse,
To love that he shuld hate,
Or ells to doe moche worsse:
Theise be rewardes for suche
As lyve and love to moche.

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II A 15
The prayse of six gentle Women attending of the Ladye Elizabeth her grace at Hatfield then./

The great Dyana, chaste
in Forest late I mett
who me commaunded in Haste
to Hatfield for to geatt
And to you Sixe a rowe
her pleasure to declare
How she meanes to bestow
on eache a gift most rare

Fyrst doth she geve to Grey
the Fawlcons Curtesse kinde
Her Lord for to obay
with moste obedient mynde
Fraught with such vertues rare
His love aye to renew
with Tysbe to compare
Or, Alyson most trew

To worthye willobe
As Egle in her flight
So shall her pearcing eye
bothe heale and hurt eache wight
that shall uppon her gase
Shall sone perceyve I see
A Lawra, in her face
And not a Willobe

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To Markhams, modest mynde
that Phenixe bird most rare
So have the godes assynde
with Grysylde to compare
Oh, happie twyse is hee
whome Jove shall do the grace
to lynck in unytie
that blissfull to enbrace

To Norwyche good and grave
Suche Sapient eares is send
As prudent Serpents have
the Charmer to defend
with knowledge in foresight
of suche thinges yet to come
As had Cassandra bright
Whoe tolde of Troye the dome

For Seintloe doth she say
So stable shall shee stand
as rock within the sea
or hudge hill on the land
dye rather with the mace
From mightie Hercules hand
then once her truth degrace
yf she theare in do stand

If Skypwith shuld escape
Without her gift most rare
Dyana wold me hate
and fill my Life with care
syns in her Temple chaste
full highe uppon the wall
Her bowe thear hangith fast
unbroke and ever shall

105

Thus have I shewid you all
this worthie goddesse will
Who hath decreed you shall
as her owne ympps lyve still
long in suche sacred sort
whearof dame fame shall bloe
suche trumppe of true reporte
as through the earth shall goe

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II A 16

[If dutie wyf leade the to deeme]

If dutie wyf leade the to deeme
that trade moost fytt I hold moost deere
first god regarde next me esteme
thy childrene then respecte thow neere
our howse both Sweete and clenlye see
ordre our fare thy maides kepe short
thye mirth with meane well myxed be
thy curtese partes in chast wyse sort
in sober weede the clenly dresse
when joyes me rayse thy cares downe cast
when gryeffes me grype thy solace sease
who so me frendes frend them as fast
in preasse gyve place what so I say
apart complayne yf cause thow fynde
let liberall Lypps no trust bewray
nor jelous humor payne thy mynd
yf I the wronge thy gryef unfold
yf thow me vex thyne error graunt
to seke straunge soyles be not to bold
the stryfles bedd no jarrs may haunt
smale sleap and tymely prayer intende
the Idle lyff as poyson hate
no credytt light nor much spech spende
in open place cause no debate
no thwartes, no frowns, no grudge nor stryf
eschew the badd embrace the best
to troth of worde joyne honest lyff
and in my bosom buyld thy nest

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II A 17

[Husband, yf you will be my deare]

Husband, yf you will be my deare
Your other self, you must me make
So, next to god, you shall be neare
So, of our babes, care will I take

An holsome house, and strong built geve
See needefull thinges, be never sckarce
Provide your men, unyd'lye live
Use Curtes Speache, shew frendlie face

T'observe your tymes, if tyme I chuse
To know my tymes, you must take payne
And how your frends, you wold I use
So, Looke my frends, you entertaine

Your stormes, for stubburne Servants stay
and gent'lye warne me in myne eare
As you may at your pleasure play
So, when I sporte, be not seveare

That I you please, doth not alone
in all respectes my self suffyse
For good, of moe, I wold you knowne
And Longe Frome home, stayd in no wise

Yf no Suspicions rise, youe reede
Suspicius cause, t'eschewe weare best
What ever care, the day doth breede
Agree, the night, yelde pleasant rest

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What so a wooer, you me behight
Nowe Husband good, performe as due
Penelopes pathe, if I hold right
Ulixes Steppes, see you tread trew

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II A 18

[Marvaylous be thie matcheles gyftes of mynde]

Marvaylous be thie matcheles gyftes of mynde,
And, for thie shape, Ewrithmia rightlie growen;
Reckles of prayse, a prayse rare in thie kynde,
Great in desert, small in desyre well knowen:
A mansion meete, where Chastitie doth dwell,
Rype in all good, of evell the seede unsowen;
Endued with thewse that do the rest excell,
Temp'raunce hath wonne and constancye doth holde;
Wisdome hath taughte that myldnes mastreth might.
I am unskild the reste howe to unfolde.
Let envious eyes deeme that by exact sight
Of bewtie, hewe, and partes of pryce untolde;
But yet I reede thye looke with reverent care:
Eache wighte is wise that, warned, can beware.

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II A 19

[Amanza myne with heedefull eye beholde]

Amanza myne with heedefull eye beholde
the lyngring woe that restles care hath bredd
in frende more worthe, then myne of Indian goolde
of whose lifes joye th'arte chief and onlye hedd
no youthfull pange bereaveth me of rest
but inwarde care that wakes still in my brest

And yf you aske what cause dothe care procure
I answeare thus, the want of my delight
without the whiche my life may not endure
and lyke the whiche on earthe theare lives no wight
For vertue, grace, cleare fame and excellent witt
the chiefest ells in meaner seate may sytt

A pleasaunt cheere, a tongue more wyse then bolde
a constant hart, a secreat brest moste rare
good, Courtesse, fayre, and gladsome to beholde
the want hearof is cause of all my care
and this dothe moche encrease my care the more
I see it spoylde wheare care is none thearfore

For ficklenes hath faithfulnes faste lockte
uncertaynes assurednes hath tyde
and patientnes with passionatnes is yock'te
and Sobernes with Sollennes dothe byde
eake waywardnes hath worthynes at call
and noblenes to noysommes is thrall

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Thus cladd in care I seeke, I sue, I serve
I lyke, I love, I honour and obaye
I waite, I watche, how grace best to deserve
A parte I playne, in presence ofte I praye
but aye the neere I covett to the cooste
the farther of, the thing I covett moste

For whan my shyppe with faire and prosperous wynd
Her course had ronne in hope and happie plight
And all good signes that skill from skyes might fynd
Assured porte with joye and great delight
Amydds the Haven a tempest suche theare fell
as is to moche for anye tongue to tell

And hope and feare tormentors of mans mynde
at mortall warr sence in my brest are mett
Feare dothe encrease with everye blast of wynd
and in this Sawe Hopes strengthe is chieflye sett
no rage of storme so sore did ever blow
but after cleard and greater calme did show

But yf greate faithe, moche truthe and moste good will
With suche respectes as dothe all others passe
or yf true doome of Justice joynde with skill
or lawe of landes or nature maye take place
Hope maye be bolde his right to plead with all
in heaven or earthe, give sentence who so shall

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II A 20

[My deare sith chaunce hath Chosen me/ to be thyne only man]

My deare sith chaunce hath Chosen me/ to be thyne only man
Thee for to serve in eache degree/ so farr forth as I can
With humble hart I me submytt/ to do thie will in all
as one contented with eache whitt/ that by suche fate doth fall
Then for thie parte I the requyre/ let shew no sturdie guyse
as thoughe thow discontentid were/ with this the godes devyse
for certes sweete beleve this well/ long tyme our birthes before
Appointed was that we shuld dwell/ in love for evermore
Suche pleasure toke the powre devyne/ to knytt us two in one
then for my parte I me assigne/ to Reape that they have sowne
Happ good or yll, taste sweete or sowre/ come weale or ells suche woe
Appointed hath that fatall howre/ me for to love thee so
For ever, never to repent/ the good will that I beare
althoughe to thee suche lot weare lent/ as was to Ixion the fayre
Shuld I then shrinck the to defend/ the griselye Monstre froe
and see with eye the dredfull end/ alas shuld I do so
In pryson thoughe thow weare as sure/ as Quene proserpyne was
whyles breathe and lyfe in me did dure/ ne wold I stay to passe
by owglye Cerberus sett I sholde/ my foote even for thie sake
and on hym wynne that streight I wolde/ ells theare myne end to take
So if the hundreth Centaures came/ A way the for to steale
Lyke as they did yong Ixodame/ yet wold I them assayle
Althoughe I note my self unmeete/ suche enterpryse to prove
Yet for my Ixodame mooste Sweete/ sweete weare suche death for love
Whearby shuld spring for aye suche fame/ as never shuld deceave
unto disloyall lovers blame/ and to the faithfulls prays
Loe, here my sweete even for thie sake/ yf powre to my will
In faith ne wold I stynt ne slake/ all theise thinges to fulfill

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II A 21
A trew report, of Mistress Isabell Harington somtyme of her majesties Pryvy Chambre wrytten by a credible parson that was well acquaynted with her conditions./

A body chast, a virtuous mynd, a temperat toung, an humble hart,
secret, and wyse, faythfull, and kynde, playn without guyle, myld without art
A frend to peace, a foe to stryfe, a spotlesse mayd a matchlesse wyfe

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II A 22

[A boy that should content me wondrous well]

A boy that should content me wondrous well
should keep thease rules set down for his behoofe
In fearing god all boys he should excell
and lead a lyfe unworthy just reproofe
An upryght gate a forhed smothe and playn
a countenaunce good with feet even set on ground
a steady ey still hands and setled brayn
an open ear to good enstructions bound
a courteous tounge that talketh trew and playne
An humble harte of guyle voyd' evermore
A constant mynde that will refuse no payn
to purchase skyll and fruyt of virtous lore
and lern to know and know to doe the best
and suche a boy should worthely passe the rest.

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II A 23

[Of Auncyent Howse, and gentle bloud descended.]

Of Auncyent Howse, and gentle bloud descended.
For wise, and virtuous manners much imbraced;
By service donne to Prince, in feild commended,
Through warlyke feates, in warlyke office placed.
In frendshipp firme, a faithfull frend unfained;
An Englishe Hart, to stoute, to stoope to straungers./
O that such mynde in some such men remayned,
Then wear the state no dowbt, devoyd of dangers./
Then Markhim well, how he of god is blest,
With health, with wealth, and Chilldren broght upp well:
Daughters, and sonnes, but farr above the rest;
A wife so wise, and kynde, as toung can tell./

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II A 24

[Honour is highe, and hard for to attayne]

Honour is highe, and hard for to attayne
Enforcing hartes, of noble blood that bene
No deede to do, their statelye stock to stayne
Right race to ronne, no Reckles for to seeme
In Awntrus actes, as did Awcetours olde
Stowtlye to stand, the en'mye in the face
Trulye to serve, the prince as baron bolde
Allowing lesse the life, then royall race
Not fearinge foes, ne fortune in suche cace
Loyall to be, and Lyberall also
En'mye to none, but suche as wold degrace
In evell sort, your Honour as a foe

Love Litt'rature, as Lamppe that lighteth all
Onlye eschewe, the ydle pathe to treade
Right Honour restes, wheare vertue governe shall
Delicate lyfe, lett women onlye Lead
Excell in all, that leadith unto fame
Stryve with the least, more valyaunt for to be
Trew noblenes, Tryumphethe in the same
Regarde your god in all felicitie
Ambicion abhor, that Ladye brutishe beast

Note well the end, of suche as so aspyre
Goe you that waye, your noble parentes prest
Ey well to serve, the state, was their desyre
Highe Honour thus, right well you shall defend
Sure so to lyve, unstayned to the end

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II A 25

[The Daughters deare of mightie Jove the great]

The Daughters deare of mightie Jove the great
Commaunded me all barren of suche skill
no tyme to tract but wryte withouten let
Suche lynes as they thearwith, my pen shuld fill
Her Royall race first to discryve aright
Her vertues then, eache one to putt in sight

Her noble lyne no stayned stock by kynde
her blood moste rare that Brytayne forthe hath brought
Her Honour highe, suche fewe, or none to fynd
Her seemelye shape Dame nature so hathe wrought
This Paragon whose perfect molde thus made
theise bene her giftes, whiche can not fayle ne fade

A prudent head Dame Pallas perfect crest
A memorye so lyvelye quyck allwaye
A pearcinge eye, well judging of the rest
A Sylent tongue, no trust that can bewraye
A sweete rownd face, with stayed countennaunce right
Wheare Vertue Raignes, Joyned with bewtie bright

A blisfull brest wheare in in setlid sure
A hart from whence eache noble vertue flowes
A mynd so myxte, aye modest to endure
A hope so stronge, not fearing secreat foes
A good desyre, the quyet life to lead
not thristing rule, no under foote be tread

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A fervent Zeale, humblie her prince to serve
A faithfull frend, wheare fast frindship she fyndes
A gratefull one, to suche as well deserve
As Ivye braunche, she frindshipp Lynckes and byndes
A constant Corps, in causes great or small
Whome frownes ne threattes, can move to ryse or fall

A hand whiche hates, that noysome nygardes craves
A deadlye foe unto those mysers all
A Ruler of, that maketh moste men slaves
A graund mystres, making the same her thrall
A Ladye suche, straight laste, lykes not to be
A pittyefull one, to eache in their degree

A Courtyer suche, for curtesye and grace
As best besyttes, suche noble state to be
A furnyture, when as she comes in place
of worthie bloode, eache eye deemes her to be
A margaret Stone, most Straunge and rare of kynd
Whose vertues all, within her breast bene shrynde

Wheare with alas, the muses then me lefte
the uglye black, and they could not agree
bothe Pen and style, from me by force berefte
in naked sorte, me seemed so to be
tyll I espyed, that state amyd the throng
to whome was sent, by me theise muses song

119

II A 26

[Theare be two thinges especiallye]

Theare be two thinges especiallye
that makes a man noted of inconstancie
if either in his awne prosperitie
He sett his frind light
or in his frends adversitie
He cast hym of quight./

120

II A 27

[The care to compasse quyet rest]

The care to compasse quyet rest
Wythout suspect that grief shuld grow
hath bredd suche broyle within my brest
that more I searche the lesse I know

To leese moste lothe to wynne more wyll
great feare to follow my desyre
moche lyke to hym whom colde wold kyll
perswaded full to flye the fyre

Hys happ is hard that needes must chuse
of two great evylls whiche to forsake
as lyve at lardge thye fame to loose
or byde in bonds thye death to take

Lyke chaunce of Choyce now doth appeare
in me with sondrye stormes of stryf
whiche of theise two I hold moste deare
myne honestye or ells my lyf

And synce I am compeld to chuse
of evell to lyve or well to dye
rather the lyf I shall refuse
than lyke to lyve dishonestly

Thus to conclude I wishe and shall
the true to holde the false to breake
the good great powre the evell as small
and me good speede in that I speake

121

II A 28

[Of hew right faire, a face both good and sweete]

Of hew right faire, a face both good and sweete
Sober of cheare, joyned with singuler grace
Bewtie and vertue, heare in tryumphe meete
Of force so even, as neither geveth place
Rudelesse her maners and wemlesse her wayes
Nedelesse and thancklesse, not cawselesse I prayse

122

II A 29

[In all respectes that nature may commend]

In all respectes that nature may commend
As face and forme, grace good and favour great
No one I know, that rightlye may contend
(Exception none) to chalendge chieffer seate
Famed well farr, and justly praysed neare
Loved of all, and hatefull unto none
Esteamed wyse, and of the wyse held deare
Most sett by yet, wheare vertue is best knowne
in worde right ware, of sober deede and cheare
neither to sower, nor of to pleasant mynde
Great is the prayse, shee geveth all her kynde

123

II A 30

[Now to the myndes of twelve it is—referd]

Now to the myndes of twelve it is—referd
Envye men bare thy vertue and hyhe wit
sought thy free foote in suttle wyles to have snared
false witnesses forthwith were then prepard
with hatefull harte the solemene judge doth sett

Thus men may see, whose lyf the Lord will have
Is not yet dead, thoughe three days laid in grave

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A. POEMS ACCEPTED AS HARINGTON'S BY THE EDITOR

II A 1

[Yf Ryght be rakt and over Roon]

II A 2

[degrese of lyghtnes lefte behynde]