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 vowe prefixt.
As
Tracte of Time, doth try each trade,
And Triall doth disclose the truth,
And truth is seene where proofe is made,
And proofe explaineth ioy or ruth.
So modest minde is bent to beare,
The mirth, the mone, the wo and care,
And Triall doth disclose the truth,
And truth is seene where proofe is made,
And proofe explaineth ioy or ruth.
So modest minde is bent to beare,
The mirth, the mone, the wo and care,
The mirth we easily can vphold,
The more indifferently to tast:
The wo is neyther hote nor colde,
The cares be as the cause is plac'd.
Lo one my friend, and three my foes,
My pensiue pen doth now disclose.
The more indifferently to tast:
The wo is neyther hote nor colde,
The cares be as the cause is plac'd.
Lo one my friend, and three my foes,
My pensiue pen doth now disclose.
To take each chaunce and act vpright,
To heare eache speache that shall be tolde:
To laugh when cause is of delight,
To smyle when Fancie things behold.
Thus to behaue and frame thy minde,
Shall make thee see when some are blinde.
To heare eache speache that shall be tolde:
To laugh when cause is of delight,
To smyle when Fancie things behold.
Thus to behaue and frame thy minde,
Shall make thee see when some are blinde.
The sillie soule that droyles in durt,
And drinkes the dregges of deepe Disdaine:
Whose simple minde doth thinke no hurt,
By Patience doth experience gaine:
And closely doth conuey a smyle,
To cheere his minde, betwene each while.
And drinkes the dregges of deepe Disdaine:
Whose simple minde doth thinke no hurt,
By Patience doth experience gaine:
And closely doth conuey a smyle,
To cheere his minde, betwene each while.
Thus neyther for to feare the brunte,
Nor yet to care for too much toyle:
But patiently to take thy wunt,
Till Tracte of Time do giue the foyle.
And like as trees their Blossomes shed,
So cares be past when man is deade
Nor yet to care for too much toyle:
But patiently to take thy wunt,
Till Tracte of Time do giue the foyle.
And like as trees their Blossomes shed,
So cares be past when man is deade
Patience is profitable.
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