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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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The Louer describeth his trustie loue.

Though horse so wylde in thousand partes,
Should teare my corps most dolorous:
Though fryde I were wt piersing smarts
And boylde in lead most piteous.
Though sworde should pierse my hart so colde,
In bloudy woundes my death to frame,
Though paine of hell to me were folde,
Most retchlesse wretch and yll by name.
Though thousand miles on foote I fare,
With naked legge in frozen stormes:
Though bloud of hart I spend in care,
Through countries farre in thousand harmes.
Though dread in feares doth worke dispaire,
And hope alone doth cherishe mee:
Yet rack that rendes eche lim so faire.
Shall not by smart take heart from thee.
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