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 written vpon a Question.
I being once occasioned Comparisons to vse:
A friend of mine, a question put, to aunswere or refuse.
The which was this: VVhat thing vvas that, which longest doth remaine
In happie blisse, but at the last it tasteth of some paine.
A friend of mine, a question put, to aunswere or refuse.
The which was this: VVhat thing vvas that, which longest doth remaine
In happie blisse, but at the last it tasteth of some paine.
Where with I grewe astonied, an aunswere streight to make:
For why quoth I, deliberation in this I had neede take,
Yet as my simple head a simple reason can render,
I hope you will accept it well, though it be small and slender.
For why quoth I, deliberation in this I had neede take,
Yet as my simple head a simple reason can render,
I hope you will accept it well, though it be small and slender.
Then (Sir) I thus confesse, as reason would I should,
To tell my minde I am content, to speake the best I could.
The happiest thing (quoth I) is Gods eternall grace.
For that is that which doth remaine and stayes in happie case.
To tell my minde I am content, to speake the best I could.
The happiest thing (quoth I) is Gods eternall grace.
For that is that which doth remaine and stayes in happie case.
For els I knowe no thing, that happie can be counted,
No worldly wealth, no Towre high, that to the skye is mounted,
No faith of any friend, for why it shall decay:
We see it is like fortunes wheele, which turneth euery way.
No worldly wealth, no Towre high, that to the skye is mounted,
No faith of any friend, for why it shall decay:
We see it is like fortunes wheele, which turneth euery way.
In faith my friend (quoth he) you haue me full resolued,
It seemes you trust not much the world, from it you are dissolued.
The fragrant florishing feates, and gallant glosing glee,
Is like a blast or puffe of wind which blowes the leafe from tree.
It seemes you trust not much the world, from it you are dissolued.
The fragrant florishing feates, and gallant glosing glee,
Is like a blast or puffe of wind which blowes the leafe from tree.
Esteeme it as it is, and weigh and ponder thus,
That mindes of men change euery houre as fancie doth discusse:
But ah, the changelesse state that euer shall endure,
Is Gods eternall blisse on hye, of this we may be sure.
That mindes of men change euery houre as fancie doth discusse:
But ah, the changelesse state that euer shall endure,
Is Gods eternall blisse on hye, of this we may be sure.
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