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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Yatis his song written presently after his comming from London.
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Yatis his song written presently after his comming from London.
Why
should I laugh without a cause?
Or why should I so long time pause?
My hatefull happes for to declare,
Sith Cruell causes breedes my Care,
And Deuilish Disdaine within my brest,
Molesteth me with greate vnrest?
Agree I must to Froward Fate
And be content with this my state:
Hoping in end all may be well,
For Prouerbe old thus doth vs tell.
Or why should I so long time pause?
My hatefull happes for to declare,
Sith Cruell causes breedes my Care,
And Deuilish Disdaine within my brest,
Molesteth me with greate vnrest?
Agree I must to Froward Fate
And be content with this my state:
Hoping in end all may be well,
For Prouerbe old thus doth vs tell.
The Rowling stone, doth get no mosse:
The raunger much doth nought but tosse,
In places fit for madding mindes,
Till youthfull yeares the folly findes.
But when that Age doth call them backe,
And youthfull trickes do finde the lacke:
Then do we thinke [OMITTED] our youth ill spent,
Which in our Age we do repent.
But such is youth, and youthfull toyes,
To follow fickle foolish ioyes.
The raunger much doth nought but tosse,
In places fit for madding mindes,
Till youthfull yeares the folly findes.
But when that Age doth call them backe,
And youthfull trickes do finde the lacke:
Then do we thinke [OMITTED] our youth ill spent,
Which in our Age we do repent.
But such is youth, and youthfull toyes,
To follow fickle foolish ioyes.
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How Fortune turnes, we neede not Muse,
For dayly we may see in vse,
How some are in great fauoure cast,
Yet in the end are out at last.
And small account of them is made.
Such is the guyse of Fortunes trade:
To place aloft, and to bring low,
Euen as hee fauour seemes to growe.
For who so markes shall see in deed,
Fortune to faile when most they neede.
For dayly we may see in vse,
How some are in great fauoure cast,
Yet in the end are out at last.
And small account of them is made.
Such is the guyse of Fortunes trade:
To place aloft, and to bring low,
Euen as hee fauour seemes to growe.
For who so markes shall see in deed,
Fortune to faile when most they neede.
Content is best to please the minde
By seeking yet some men do finde.
By crouching low, to hy estates,
Is good for to auoyd their hates:
But he that hath so stubborne heart,
As wilfull will, will not conuert:
He is not wise in my conceipte,
So much to stand in foolish sleight.
The bowing Reede withstandes the blast,
When stubborne oake is euercast.
By seeking yet some men do finde.
By crouching low, to hy estates,
Is good for to auoyd their hates:
But he that hath so stubborne heart,
As wilfull will, will not conuert:
He is not wise in my conceipte,
So much to stand in foolish sleight.
The bowing Reede withstandes the blast,
When stubborne oake is euercast.
If in this world we meane to liue,
Such courteouse speach then we must giue,
As we may winne the heartes of those,
Which otherwise would be our foes.
For smyling lookes do not auaile,
When friendship fauour seemes to quaile.
The want whereof, doth vs molest,
With pinching pangues in priuate brest.
Yet from our hearte let vs require,
We may haue patience in our ire.
Such courteouse speach then we must giue,
As we may winne the heartes of those,
Which otherwise would be our foes.
For smyling lookes do not auaile,
When friendship fauour seemes to quaile.
The want whereof, doth vs molest,
With pinching pangues in priuate brest.
Yet from our hearte let vs require,
We may haue patience in our ire.
To pleasure such as we are bound,
That vnto them our heartes be sounde.
And that no fayned speach be heard,
Least all our doings so be mard.
For smiling lookes and hollow hearts,
Be often times the cause of smarts.
But we must needs commend of Right,
All such as in the trueth delight.
And say from heart and so consent,
It is a heauen to be content.
That vnto them our heartes be sounde.
And that no fayned speach be heard,
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For smiling lookes and hollow hearts,
Be often times the cause of smarts.
But we must needs commend of Right,
All such as in the trueth delight.
And say from heart and so consent,
It is a heauen to be content.
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