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 presumptuous Poesie for Pontificall pates.
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A presumptuous Poesie for Pontificall pates.
Lvcifer was once an Angell bright,
And had his roome alofte in starry skie:
But hawt Disdaine did put him thēce to flight,
Throwne downe he was as truth doth testify,
And from an Angel, a Deuill now is he:
Captaine of Hell, and euer more shall be.
And had his roome alofte in starry skie:
But hawt Disdaine did put him thēce to flight,
Throwne downe he was as truth doth testify,
And from an Angel, a Deuill now is he:
Captaine of Hell, and euer more shall be.
Which vnder him hath a cursed crabbed crue,
For to torment all such whose due Desert:
Hath gain'd the same, most vgly things to view,
And hath delite to pay their paines with smart.
The Proud (so vaine) is hatch for that vice:
A Deadly Sinne disdained of the wise.
For to torment all such whose due Desert:
Hath gain'd the same, most vgly things to view,
And hath delite to pay their paines with smart.
The Proud (so vaine) is hatch for that vice:
A Deadly Sinne disdained of the wise.
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Medusa she, preferred so her Pate,
Prodigally with Golden lace to binde
Her hayre on head: but marke the finall Fate.
As she had wreathed ye same in curious kinde:
Euen so the Snakes did winde about her head,
Tormenting her vntill that she was dead.
Prodigally with Golden lace to binde
Her hayre on head: but marke the finall Fate.
As she had wreathed ye same in curious kinde:
Euen so the Snakes did winde about her head,
Tormenting her vntill that she was dead.
A right rewarde for such a proude Pretence.
Oh due Desert, rewarded very well,
Oh Peeuish pride, thou art of much offence,
Thy Guerdon abydes in howling hel,
Where Lucifer chiefe generall of the band,
Is readie there to shake thee by the hand.
Oh due Desert, rewarded very well,
Oh Peeuish pride, thou art of much offence,
Thy Guerdon abydes in howling hel,
Where Lucifer chiefe generall of the band,
Is readie there to shake thee by the hand.
High Ioue no doubt will not abide the vaine
Of vaunting heades that glory without cause:
Which inwardly doe seeme for to Disdaine
Each simple soule. But stay a while and pause.
Behold their end, and tell me how they speede,
And you shall see their good successe in deede.
Of vaunting heades that glory without cause:
Which inwardly doe seeme for to Disdaine
Each simple soule. But stay a while and pause.
Behold their end, and tell me how they speede,
And you shall see their good successe in deede.
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