Humours Heau'n on Earth With The Ciuile Warres of Death and Fortune. As also The Triumph of Death: Or, The Picture of the Plague, according to the Life, as it was in Anno Domini. 1603. By Iohn Dauies of Hereford |
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To the right Noble, Algernon, Lord Percy, sonne
and heire apparant to the right Honorable Henry Earle of Northumberland.
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To the right Noble, Algernon, Lord Percy, sonne and heire apparant to the right Honorable Henry Earle of Northumberland.
Thrice
Noble, and more hopefull Pupill I (ceits)
(Who learnes thy Hand to shew thy Hearts con-
Would make thy heart, before it Vice doth trie,
To know her Lures, to shunne her slie deceits.
But, in the Prime but of thy Pupillage
Before the ioynts of Iudgement can be knit,
(Although for Wit thou mai'st be Wisedomes Page)
Vice throwes her Lures aboue thy reach of Wit.
But yet when Time shall throwly close thy Mould,
Wherein all rare Conceits still cast shall bee,
Then shalt thou (with cleere eies) darke lines behold,
That leade thee to all knowledge fit for thee.
And, sith that Childhood more in Tales delights
Then saddest Truths; Ile tell thee merry Tales,
Of Lords and Ladies, with their merry Knights,
Their merry Blisses, and their sory Bales.
The outside of these Tales are painted o're
With colours rich, to please thine eagre sence;
But, lin'd with naked Truth (yet richly poore)
More fit for thy more rich Intelligence.
When thou canst cracke this Nut, within the Shell
Thou shalt a Kernell finde will please thy Taste;
The Pallate of thy Wit will like it well,
When thou shalt swallow it, for ioy, in haste.
Then make this Nut a whirligigge the while,
To make thee merry (if thou canst be so)
To see the turning of our Sports to toile,
Wherein obserue how pleasures come and go:
For, as a whirligigge doth turne so fast,
That sharpest sights the fruit do scarse perceiue:
So can no Pallate fruits of Pleasure taste
When they are come, so soone they take their leaue!
Reads little Lord, this Riddle learne to reede;
So, first appose; then, tell it to thy Peeres:
So shall they hold thee (both in Name and Deed)
A perfect Pierc-ey that in darkenesse cleeres.
A Pierc-ey, or a piercing Eie doth shew
Both Wit and Courage; and, if thou wilt learne
By morall Tales sinnes mortall to eschew,
Thou shalt be wise, and endlesse glorie earne:
That so thou mai'st, the meanest Tutors praise;
So, Percies fame shall pierce the Eie of Daies:
(Who learnes thy Hand to shew thy Hearts con-
Would make thy heart, before it Vice doth trie,
To know her Lures, to shunne her slie deceits.
But, in the Prime but of thy Pupillage
Before the ioynts of Iudgement can be knit,
(Although for Wit thou mai'st be Wisedomes Page)
Vice throwes her Lures aboue thy reach of Wit.
But yet when Time shall throwly close thy Mould,
Wherein all rare Conceits still cast shall bee,
Then shalt thou (with cleere eies) darke lines behold,
That leade thee to all knowledge fit for thee.
And, sith that Childhood more in Tales delights
Then saddest Truths; Ile tell thee merry Tales,
Of Lords and Ladies, with their merry Knights,
Their merry Blisses, and their sory Bales.
The outside of these Tales are painted o're
With colours rich, to please thine eagre sence;
But, lin'd with naked Truth (yet richly poore)
More fit for thy more rich Intelligence.
When thou canst cracke this Nut, within the Shell
The Pallate of thy Wit will like it well,
When thou shalt swallow it, for ioy, in haste.
Then make this Nut a whirligigge the while,
To make thee merry (if thou canst be so)
To see the turning of our Sports to toile,
Wherein obserue how pleasures come and go:
For, as a whirligigge doth turne so fast,
That sharpest sights the fruit do scarse perceiue:
So can no Pallate fruits of Pleasure taste
When they are come, so soone they take their leaue!
Reads little Lord, this Riddle learne to reede;
So, first appose; then, tell it to thy Peeres:
So shall they hold thee (both in Name and Deed)
A perfect Pierc-ey that in darkenesse cleeres.
A Pierc-ey, or a piercing Eie doth shew
Both Wit and Courage; and, if thou wilt learne
By morall Tales sinnes mortall to eschew,
Thou shalt be wise, and endlesse glorie earne:
That so thou mai'st, the meanest Tutors praise;
So, Percies fame shall pierce the Eie of Daies:
Then, by those Raies my Pen (inflam'd) shall runne
Beyond the Moone, to make thy Moone a Sunne!
Beyond the Moone, to make thy Moone a Sunne!
Meane while, and euer, I rest prest to honour thee with my poore vttermost, Iohn Dauies.
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