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H. His Deuises

for his owne exercise, and his Friends pleasure [by Thomas Howell]
 
 

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Truth feareth no tryall.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Truth feareth no tryall.

The Muses calde a Courte of late,
Wherein they deemde of sundry deedes:
To scan eche cause in seate they sate,
The summond peere and law proceedes,
The truth they sought of all mens harts,
And deemde of eche by his desarts.


So some were saude, and some I sawe,
Condemde to dye by Iustice might:
Among the which by course of lawe
Approcht to barre a worthy wight,
Whome festred Enuy sought to spoyle,
By forged lyes his fayth to foyle.
Upon whose talke he was araynde,
Holde vp thy hande quoth Doubt by name,
Thou art accused to haue staynde
Thy credite, and thy fayth with shame.
And briefe to be, by verdite iuste,
Condemde thou art for thine vntruste.
To whom the Captiue gan reply,
I graunt if this be prooued true:
That I well worthy am to dye,
And here I craue no more of you.
But perfite triall of my case,
(The guiltie onely pleads for grace.)
A Queste was then impanelde newe,
And his accusers calde in sight:
Suspition did the sute pursue,
He was indited by Despite.
The Muses nowe with all the rest,
Made Conscience foreman of the quest.
Wherewith Suspition fled for feare,
Despite durst not maintaine his sute,
The cause was calde, the captiue cleare,
Thus did the last, the fyrst confute.
And he that earst should needes haue dide,
No trespasse made, when truth was tride.
Loe thus beholde, the guyltlesse wight,
Had Conscience not bene present tho:


Through false report and deepe despight,
Condemde had beene to death to go.
By which you well may learne and see,
The faultlesse ofte condemned bee.
Let pittie therfore moue your minde,
To stay your doome till truth be tryde:
So you by search shall easily finde,
That I from truth did neuer slyde.
As tyme by triall shall declare,
I aske no more, so spoyle or spare.