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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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Verses sent vnto Master P.W. to Cambridge.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Verses sent vnto Master P.W. to Cambridge.

If gratulations (Sir)
from secret faithfull heart,
May at your handes, accepted be
and taken in good part;
Or if a barren verse,
wherein doth rest no skill,
May yeeld vnto you such delight
as Motions mou'd by Will:
Then Sir: as Time outweares
the length of euery life,
Which bringeth some in happy blisse,
and some in dole and strife:
So Time oft takes in hand
a matter of e{i}ection,
And though at first it seeme vnlike,
in fine it hath perfection.
When this considered is,
me thinkes it hath a grace:
Which oft delightes the dolefull minde,
and yeeldes it some solace.
And though Sir I presume
to take in hand the penne,
I knowe full well to whom I write.
and what conceaue I then?
I streight persuade my selfe,
as Triall hath me tolde:
That there doth rest in Courteous brest,
receypts tenne thousand fold.
Which waied? who would not then,
inforce his doltish braine,
To wryte his verse, to such a one,
who neuer will disdaine,
The basenesse of the same,

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though sound it doe of paine;
Whose Oaten pipes doe ioy such mates,
as handle Flayle and Sawe.
Your friendes are all in health,
your foes God graunt them foyle:
And figge {f}or those that wish you ill,
let grumbling snudge goe moyle.
A letter I you sent,
wherein I did discharge:
To write effect of your request,
and fathers speech at large,
Concerning Master B.
who nowe in Cambridge Towne,
By fauours letter there receiued,
God graunt he so sit downe,
As when he ryseth vp:
all wildenesse be exilde,
Which is the grounde of gracelesse greene,
where mischiefe seemes to buylde.
Thus Sir I rest your owne,
with true and faithfull hart:
Crauing of God that you may liue,
a life deuoyde of smart.