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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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A Dialogue betwene Diana and venus:

Declaring what can be alleaged of eyther side for confutation.

Venus
The gallant Youthes with bold attempt,
my Darlings will defend:
Theile preace in place with glittering blade,
their blowes abroade to lend.

Diana
The modest Matrons then for me,
my honour will vphold:
By siuile sorte, and honest life,
which shines as bright as golde.

Venus
Thy life, nay, nay, tis not like mine,
I swarme in pleasure so:
As that no day doth passe my handes,
but new delightes I know.

Diana
Well, well, I force not for delightes,
of those thy Courtly tranie:
I do defy such pleasures as,
in end do proue but vaine.

Venus
Oh, I am Lady of the world,
each one to me consentes:
They lust, they loue, to like my law,
I know tis their intentes.

Diana
Thy law is Transitorie sure,
but mine remaines for Aye:
No discord doth arise by me,
all ilnesse I do stay.


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Venus
Dost thou condemne me now of ill,
by flatte and open speech:
Declare and shew thy minde at full,
I hartely beseech.

Diana
Within your court I dayly viewe,
much ryot there abroch:
With odiouse othes to please your Impes,
and dallings that approch.

Venus
And your Impes, are circumspect,
they will not looke awrye:
Because you are a Goddesse Chaste,
no ilnesse youle espye.

Diana
No ilnesse, yes I see too much,
I would it were not vsed:
I pray to Ioue for to reforme,
the factes that are abused.

Venus
Abused, why, in what respect?
you'ill count my lust a vice:
Perchaunce you wil condemne my baites,
that yunkers do intice.

Diana
Condemne yea, and eke defye,
I loth to see thy trade:
I spight thy state, I scorne thy vse,
that euer it was made.

Venus
To scorne my vse, it is but vaine,
a figge for such a flurt:
Now guppe you honest Goddesse you,
you neuer do no hurt.


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Diana
Well, well, no doubt the mightie God,
that doth vs goddesses guyde:
Will pay with paine: Ile say no more,
no longer Ile abide.

Venus
To proue perswations now with me
you shall but lose your time:
Farewell, adew, be honest still,
to Riotte I will clime.