The Life and Death of William Long beard the most famous and witty English Traitor, borne in the Citty of London. Accompanied with manye other most pleasant and prettie histories, By T. L. [i.e. Thomas Lodge] of Lincolns Inne, Gent |
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[Lullabie]
Lullabie,
Ah little Laddes
Giue ceaselesse sorow end with lullabie,
Suck vp my teares
That streame from out the fountaines of mine eie,
Feed, feed on me
whom no good hope or Fortune glads,
Oh set me free
From those incessant and pursuing feares
which waken vp my woes and kil my pleasure.
Ah little Laddes
Giue ceaselesse sorow end with lullabie,
Suck vp my teares
That streame from out the fountaines of mine eie,
Feed, feed on me
whom no good hope or Fortune glads,
Oh set me free
From those incessant and pursuing feares
which waken vp my woes and kil my pleasure.
Lullabie,
Weepe, weepe no more
But let me weepe, and weeping weepe life hence,
That whilst you want,
I may not see false Fortunes proud pretence.
When I am dead
My God perhaps will send you store.
Oh smile in need,
Poore hungry babes let smiles be nothing scant
I teares, yow smiles; both haue no better treasure,
To bring these woes exceeding meane or measure
To Lullabie.
Weepe, weepe no more
But let me weepe, and weeping weepe life hence,
That whilst you want,
I may not see false Fortunes proud pretence.
When I am dead
My God perhaps will send you store.
Oh smile in need,
Poore hungry babes let smiles be nothing scant
I teares, yow smiles; both haue no better treasure,
To bring these woes exceeding meane or measure
To Lullabie.
[Amidst the maze of discontented mind]
Amidst the maze of discontented mind,
The royall trophey of ioy-breeding loue,
A happy holde and resting place did find,
Within that brest which earst earthes hel did proue.
The royall trophey of ioy-breeding loue,
A happy holde and resting place did find,
Within that brest which earst earthes hel did proue.
Since when my long-enfeebled eies haue reard,
Their drooping sight to gaze vpon the sunne,
Since when my thoughts in written lines appeard,
Reioycing at that Palme my faith had wunne.
Their drooping sight to gaze vpon the sunne,
Since when my thoughts in written lines appeard,
Reioycing at that Palme my faith had wunne.
Ennobled thus, by that thrice-nobled passion,
Which hath the power all worldly cares to banish,
I flie sweet-seeming leures of false occasion,
And let al thoughts but loue-sweet vade & vanish,
The fruits I reape in spight of Fortune froward,
Makes me suppose no torment too vntoward.
Which hath the power all worldly cares to banish,
And let al thoughts but loue-sweet vade & vanish,
The fruits I reape in spight of Fortune froward,
Makes me suppose no torment too vntoward.
[Ye braine-begotten dieties agree you]
Ye braine-begotten dieties agree you,
Nurst by transparant christall of chast eies,
Least she that gaue you life on sudden see you,
And frowning kil you both who causde you rise.
Nurst by transparant christall of chast eies,
Least she that gaue you life on sudden see you,
And frowning kil you both who causde you rise.
From hir you came yong Cupids from no other,
And but for her if enuious you shal wrastle,
I feare you both wil lose a louely mother,
Hir brow your bower, hir bosome is your castle.
And but for her if enuious you shal wrastle,
I feare you both wil lose a louely mother,
Hir brow your bower, hir bosome is your castle.
There gree you both, there both togither go you,
And suck the Aprill ritches of hir brest,
Then I who long haue serued and loue to shew you
How much I loue the bosome where you rest.
Will come and kisse and blesse you little wantons,
And feed you kindly wantons if you want once.
And suck the Aprill ritches of hir brest,
Then I who long haue serued and loue to shew you
How much I loue the bosome where you rest.
Will come and kisse and blesse you little wantons,
And feed you kindly wantons if you want once.
[As soone as thou doost see the Winter clad in colde]
As soone as thou doost see the Winter clad in colde,Within September on the Eaues in sundry formes to fold,
In pleasant Aprill Phœbus raies returne the sweeter time.
But Loue no day forsakes the place whereas I rest,
But euery houre liues in mine eies and in my hart dooth nest.
Each minute I am thrall and in my wounded hart,
He builds his neast, he laies his egges, and thence wil neuer part
Already one hath wings, soft downe the other clads,
This breakes the skin, this newly flegd about my bosome gads.
The one hath broke the shel, the other soares on hie,
This newly laid, that quickly dead, before the dam come nie.
Both day and night I heare the smal ones how they crie,
Calling for food who by the great are fed for feare they die.
All wax and grow to proofe and euery yeare doolay
A seeond neast, and sit and hatch the cause of my decay.
Ah Maudline what reliefe haue I for to remoue
These crooked cares that thus pursue my hart in harboring loue.
But helpelesse of reliefe since I by care am stung,
To wound my hart thereby to slaie both mother and hir yong.
[Oh faire of fairest Dolphin like]
Oh faire of fairest Dolphin like,
within the riuers of my plaint,
With labouring finnes the waue I strike
whose flouds are honored by my saint.
Withouten hart or gall I spring,
And swim to heare thee sweetly sing,
All like the fish when natures art
Hath rest of hate and tender hart.
within the riuers of my plaint,
With labouring finnes the waue I strike
whose flouds are honored by my saint.
Withouten hart or gall I spring,
And swim to heare thee sweetly sing,
All like the fish when natures art
Hath rest of hate and tender hart.
And in the sea for loue I burne,
As for Arion did the fish,
At euerie note I skip & turne,
I harke, I praise, I like, I wish.
But out alas with better chaunce
The friendly fish did him aduance,
He bare Arion on his back
Where I thy sweet imbracements lack.
As for Arion did the fish,
At euerie note I skip & turne,
I harke, I praise, I like, I wish.
The friendly fish did him aduance,
He bare Arion on his back
Where I thy sweet imbracements lack.
[My mistresse when she goes]
My mistresse when she goes
To pull the pinke and rose,
Along the riuer bounds
And trippeth on the grounds
And runnes from rocks to rocks
With louely scattered locks
Whilst amarous wind doth play
With haires so golden gay
The water waxeth cleere
The fishes draw hir neere
The Sirens sing hir praise
Sweet flowers perfume hir waies
And Neptune glad and faine
Yeelds vp to hir his raigne.
Another.
To pull the pinke and rose,
Along the riuer bounds
And trippeth on the grounds
And runnes from rocks to rocks
With louely scattered locks
Whilst amarous wind doth play
With haires so golden gay
The water waxeth cleere
The fishes draw hir neere
The Sirens sing hir praise
Sweet flowers perfume hir waies
And Neptune glad and faine
Yeelds vp to hir his raigne.
When I admire the rose
That nature makes repose
In you the best of many
More faire and blest than any
And see how curious art
Hath decked euery part
I thinke with doubtfull vieu
Whether you be the rose, or the rose is you.
His Oade.
Since that I must repose
Beyond th'infernal Lake,
What vailes me to compose
As many verses as Homer did make?
Beyond th'infernal Lake,
What vailes me to compose
As many verses as Homer did make?
Choice numbers cannot keepe
Me from my pointed graue,
But after lasting sleepe
The doomb of dreadful iudge I needs must haue.
Me from my pointed graue,
But after lasting sleepe
The doomb of dreadful iudge I needs must haue.
I put the case my verse,
In lieu of all my paine,
Ten yeares my praise rehearse
Or somewhat longer time some glorie gaine.
In lieu of all my paine,
Ten yeares my praise rehearse
Or somewhat longer time some glorie gaine.
What wants there to consume
Or take my lines from light,
But flame or fierie fume
Or threatning noice of war or bloudy fight?
Or take my lines from light,
But flame or fierie fume
Or threatning noice of war or bloudy fight?
Excell I Anacrion
Stesicores, Simonides,
Antimachus or Bion,
Philetes, or the graue Bacchilides?
Stesicores, Simonides,
Antimachus or Bion,
Philetes, or the graue Bacchilides?
All these though Greekes they were
And vsde that fluent toong,
In course of many a yeare
Their workes are lost and haue no biding long.
And vsde that fluent toong,
In course of many a yeare
Their workes are lost and haue no biding long.
Then I who want wits sap,
And write but bastard rime,
May I expect the hap,
That my endeuors may ore-come the time?
And write but bastard rime,
That my endeuors may ore-come the time?
No, no: tis farre more meet
To follow Marchants life,
Or at the iudges feet
To sell my toong for bribes to maintaine strife.
To follow Marchants life,
Or at the iudges feet
To sell my toong for bribes to maintaine strife.
Then haunt the idle traine
Of poore Calliope,
Which leaues for hunger slaine,
The choicest men that hir attendants be:
Of poore Calliope,
Which leaues for hunger slaine,
The choicest men that hir attendants be:
[Thinke what I suffred (wanton) through thy wildenesse]
Thinke what I suffred (wanton) through thy wildenesse,
When traitor to my faith thy losenesse led thee:
Thinke how my moodie wrath was turnde to mildnesse
When I bad best yet baser groomes did bed thee.
When traitor to my faith thy losenesse led thee:
Thinke how my moodie wrath was turnde to mildnesse
When I bad best yet baser groomes did bed thee.
Thinke that the staine of bewtie then is stained,
When lewd desires doo alienate the hart:
Thinke that the loue which will not be contained,
At last will grow to hate in spight of art.
When lewd desires doo alienate the hart:
Thinke that the loue which will not be contained,
At last will grow to hate in spight of art.
Thinke that those wanton lookes will haue their wrinkles,
And but by faith olde age can merit nothing,
When time thy pale with purple ouer-sprinkles,
Faith is thy best, thy beautie is a woe thing.
In youth be true, and then in age resolue thee,
Friends wil be friends, till time with them dissolue thee.
And but by faith olde age can merit nothing,
When time thy pale with purple ouer-sprinkles,
Faith is thy best, thy beautie is a woe thing.
In youth be true, and then in age resolue thee,
Friends wil be friends, till time with them dissolue thee.
William Long beards Epitaph.
Vntimely death and my found fruits of Treason,
My lawlesse lust, my murthers long concealed,
Haue ship wract life amids my Aprill season,
Thus couerd things at last will be reuealed.
A shamefull death my sinfull life succeedeth
And feare of heauenly iudge great terror breedeth.
My lawlesse lust, my murthers long concealed,
Haue ship wract life amids my Aprill season,
Thus couerd things at last will be reuealed.
A shamefull death my sinfull life succeedeth
And feare of heauenly iudge great terror breedeth.
My mangled members in this graue included,
Haue answered lawes extreames to my confusion,
Oh God let not my murthers be obtruded
Against my soule wrongd through my earthes illusion.
And as the graue my liuelesse limmes containeth,
So take my soule to thee where rest remaineth.
Haue answered lawes extreames to my confusion,
Oh God let not my murthers be obtruded
Against my soule wrongd through my earthes illusion.
And as the graue my liuelesse limmes containeth,
So take my soule to thee where rest remaineth.
Thou trauailer that treadest on my toombe,
Remembreth thee of my vntimely fall,
Preuent the time forethinke what may become,
See that thy wil be to thy reason thrall,
Scorne worlds delights, esteeme vaine honor small:
So maist y die with fame, where men of conscience foule
Perish with shame and hazard of their soule.
Remembreth thee of my vntimely fall,
Preuent the time forethinke what may become,
See that thy wil be to thy reason thrall,
Scorne worlds delights, esteeme vaine honor small:
So maist y die with fame, where men of conscience foule
Perish with shame and hazard of their soule.
Songs
The First.
[That pitty Lord that earst thy hart inflamed]
That pitty Lord that earst thy hart inflamed
To enterteine a voluntarie death,
To ransome man by lothed sinnes defamed,
From hel, and those infernal paines beneath:
To enterteine a voluntarie death,
To ransome man by lothed sinnes defamed,
From hel, and those infernal paines beneath:
Vouchsafe, my God, those snares it may vnlose
Wherein this blinded world hath me intrapped:
That whilst I traffique in this world of woes,
My soule no more in lusts may be intrapped.
Wherein this blinded world hath me intrapped:
That whilst I traffique in this world of woes,
My soule no more in lusts may be intrapped.
Great are my faults, O me most wilfull witted:
But if each one were iust, there were no place
To shew thy power that sinnes might be remitted.
Let then O Lord thy mercy quite displace,
The lewd and endlesse sinnes I haue committed,
Trough thine vnspeakeable and endlesse grace.
But if each one were iust, there were no place
To shew thy power that sinnes might be remitted.
Let then O Lord thy mercy quite displace,
The lewd and endlesse sinnes I haue committed,
Trough thine vnspeakeable and endlesse grace.
The Second.
[Such darke obscured clouds at once incombred]
Such darke obscured clouds at once incombred
My mind, my hart, my thoughts from grace retired
With swarmes of sinnes that neuer may be numbred,
That hope of vertue quite in me expired.
My mind, my hart, my thoughts from grace retired
With swarmes of sinnes that neuer may be numbred,
That hope of vertue quite in me expired.
When as the Lord of hosts my gratious father,
Bent on my dulled powers his beames of brightnesse,
And my confused spirits in one did gather
Too long ensnard by vanitie and lightnesse.
Bent on my dulled powers his beames of brightnesse,
And my confused spirits in one did gather
Too long ensnard by vanitie and lightnesse.
A perfect zeale (not office of my sences)
So seazde my iudgement smothered in his misse,
That heauen I wisht and loathd this earthly gaile,
My hart disclaimd vile thoughts and vaine pretences.
And my desires were shut in seemely vaile,
So that I said, Lord, what a wolrd is this?
So seazde my iudgement smothered in his misse,
That heauen I wisht and loathd this earthly gaile,
My hart disclaimd vile thoughts and vaine pretences.
So that I said, Lord, what a wolrd is this?
The Third.
[A shop of shame, a gaine of liue-long griefe]
A shop of shame, a gaine of liue-long griefe,
A heauen for fooles, a hel to perfect wise,
A theater of blames where death is chiefe,
A golden cup where poison hidden lies.
A heauen for fooles, a hel to perfect wise,
A theater of blames where death is chiefe,
A golden cup where poison hidden lies.
A storme of woes without one calme of quiet,
A hiue that yeeldeth hemlock and no hony,
A boothe of sinne, a death to those that trie it,
A faire where cares are sold withouten mony.
A hiue that yeeldeth hemlock and no hony,
A boothe of sinne, a death to those that trie it,
A faire where cares are sold withouten mony.
A fleshlie ioy, a graue of rotten bones,
A spring of teares, a let of true delight,
A losse of time, a laborinth of mones,
A pleasing paine, a prison of the sprite,
Is this my life: why cease I then resolued
To pray with Paule and wish to be dissolued?
A spring of teares, a let of true delight,
A losse of time, a laborinth of mones,
A pleasing paine, a prison of the sprite,
Is this my life: why cease I then resolued
To pray with Paule and wish to be dissolued?
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