Euphues Shadow, The Battaile of the Sences Wherein youthfull folly is set downe in his right figure, and vaine fancies are prooued to produce many offences. Hereunto is annexed the Deafe mans Dialogue, contayning Philamis Athanatos: fit for all sortes to peruse, and the better sorte to practise. By T. L. [i.e. Thomas Lodge] |
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Anthenors Item, to all young Gentlemen.
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Anthenors Item, to all young Gentlemen.
The retchlesse race of youths inconstant course,
(Which weeping age with sorowing teares behoulds)
Their wretched will (their wofull sorrows source)
Their wanton wits, their errors manifoldes
Hath reard my muse, whose springs wan care had dried,
To name them flie the dangers I haue tried.
(Which weeping age with sorowing teares behoulds)
Their wretched will (their wofull sorrows source)
Their wanton wits, their errors manifoldes
Hath reard my muse, whose springs wan care had dried,
To name them flie the dangers I haue tried.
From Cradles rock, when childish I had crept,
And May-like young, of pleasure gan to taste,
Seeing my fatall course my reason wepte,
Toyes were my triumphes, will my woorth did waste,
And in the seas of pleasure whilst I sayld,
Small were my fruits, and yet my youth was quailde.
And May-like young, of pleasure gan to taste,
Seeing my fatall course my reason wepte,
Toyes were my triumphes, will my woorth did waste,
And in the seas of pleasure whilst I sayld,
Small were my fruits, and yet my youth was quailde.
And now gan manlike vigor fill myne arme,
My hart was warmde with courage fit for loue:
Like wanton bird exempt from fowlers charme,
I soard aloft but looking from aboue.
I saw on earth a Fowler heauenly faire,
That made hir nets the trammels of hir haire.
My hart was warmde with courage fit for loue:
Like wanton bird exempt from fowlers charme,
I soard aloft but looking from aboue.
I saw on earth a Fowler heauenly faire,
That made hir nets the trammels of hir haire.
Then loe my pompuous plumes were layd a part,
Hir eyes were loadestars in this worldlie way,
My thoughts hir thraule, hir prisoner was my heart,
But for my paines, what payment but delay.
A lingring life I liude to sorrow soulde,
A foe to wit through follies waxing oulde.
Hir eyes were loadestars in this worldlie way,
My thoughts hir thraule, hir prisoner was my heart,
But for my paines, what payment but delay.
A lingring life I liude to sorrow soulde,
A foe to wit through follies waxing oulde.
When chillie age had seasure of this earth,
I felt a wound of sorrow in my brest,
I saw how iudgement quite was spoild by dearth.
How vertues seedes by errors was supprest.
I cast the count, and see what I haue gotten:
Time lost, wits wast, and limmes with surfets rotten.
I saw how iudgement quite was spoild by dearth.
How vertues seedes by errors was supprest.
I cast the count, and see what I haue gotten:
Time lost, wits wast, and limmes with surfets rotten.
Now see I well that trauell is mispent,
Except in vertue it be well imployed,
What I in loue had I in learning spent,
Oh what a ioy had wearie age enioyed?
Had I foreseene the wastfull course of time,
I then had made my haruest in my prime.
Except in vertue it be well imployed,
What I in loue had I in learning spent,
Oh what a ioy had wearie age enioyed?
Had I foreseene the wastfull course of time,
I then had made my haruest in my prime.
But now when feeble footsteps are allied,
Vnto the graue this sinfull bodies hould:
I cannot practise though I haue espyed.
The way of worth, the grace exceeding gould.
What only rests sweete young men that shall follow,
I know the sourse and now will teach the shallow.
Vnto the graue this sinfull bodies hould:
I cannot practise though I haue espyed.
The way of worth, the grace exceeding gould.
What only rests sweete young men that shall follow,
I know the sourse and now will teach the shallow.
Preuent the time the dayes are full of danger,
Whilst youthfull vigor yeelds you furtherance,
Make reason guide, let follie be a straunger,
Vertue is perfected by art and vsance.
Enritch your mindes with skill, for why they must,
Remaine eterne when boddie is but dust.
Whilst youthfull vigor yeelds you furtherance,
Make reason guide, let follie be a straunger,
Vertue is perfected by art and vsance.
Enritch your mindes with skill, for why they must,
Remaine eterne when boddie is but dust.
Let not your eyes infeebled be by sinne,
Cut short presumption for it will aspire:
Who takes aduice, amendment dooth begin,
Subdue your wils, and maister your desire.
A modest coate, chast thoughts, and studious artes,
Adorne the boddie, minde, and inward partes.
Cut short presumption for it will aspire:
Who takes aduice, amendment dooth begin,
Subdue your wils, and maister your desire.
A modest coate, chast thoughts, and studious artes,
Adorne the boddie, minde, and inward partes.
These lines are lines like Ariadnes clewe,
To leade thee through the Laborinth of greefe:
Who so thou be that vertue wilt ensew,
More sweete in sooth then show in true releefe,
Good Countrimen still proue what I haue tould,
Least you repent with me when you are ould.
To leade thee through the Laborinth of greefe:
Who so thou be that vertue wilt ensew,
Good Countrimen still proue what I haue tould,
Least you repent with me when you are ould.
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