The Castell of Courtesie Whereunto is adioyned The Holde of Humilitie: With the Chariot of Chastitie thereunto annexed. Also a Dialogue betweene Age and Youth, and other matters herein conteined. By Iames Yates |
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To the Courteous construers of indifferent iudgement. |
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To the Courteous construers of indifferent iudgement.
I see a sect, which leane to false reporte,
And finde some cause to cauill in disdaine:
I wishe they would leaue off that friendlesse sorte,
And not triumph in vauntes which are but vaine.
Their doubtful doomes delighting in disdaine,
Might frustrate be from follie, trust me true,
And not with contempt, the simpler sorte to view.
And finde some cause to cauill in disdaine:
I wishe they would leaue off that friendlesse sorte,
And not triumph in vauntes which are but vaine.
Their doubtful doomes delighting in disdaine,
Might frustrate be from follie, trust me true,
And not with contempt, the simpler sorte to view.
To Courteous construers, I doe this commende,
Which vvith good vvill, doe vveigh the vvilling mind,
Indifferentlie their iudgement to extend,
And yeelde reporte according as they finde:
And so shall I at no time be behinde
To vse my penne, and practise vvith my pate,
In vvilling sorte my fancies to relate.
Which vvith good vvill, doe vveigh the vvilling mind,
Indifferentlie their iudgement to extend,
And yeelde reporte according as they finde:
And so shall I at no time be behinde
To vse my penne, and practise vvith my pate,
In vvilling sorte my fancies to relate.
A homelie Houlde for present I preferre:
Requesting those vvhich doe the same expect,
With Courtesie their iudgement to inferre.
For I presume all vvill not it reiect
But fauour finde, my indeuour to protect,
From truthlesse tongues, vvhich tattle tales but fained
And glorie great vvhen others are disdained.
Requesting those vvhich doe the same expect,
With Courtesie their iudgement to inferre.
For I presume all vvill not it reiect
But fauour finde, my indeuour to protect,
From truthlesse tongues, vvhich tattle tales but fained
And glorie great vvhen others are disdained.
No dolor to disdaine. Iames Yates.
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