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A banqvet of daintie conceits

Furnished with verie delicate and choyse inuentions, to delight their mindes, who take pleasure in Musique, and there-withall to sing sweete Ditties, either to the Lute, Bandora, Virginalles, or anie other Instrument. Published at the desire of both Honorable and Worshipfull personages, who haue had copies of diuers of the Ditties heerein contained. Written by A. M. [i.e. Anthony Munday]
 
 

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A Dittie, wherein is contained diuers good and necessary documents, which beeing embraced and followed earnestly, may cause a man to shunne manie euilles and mischaunces, that may otherwise fall vpon him, ere he can beware.
 
 
 
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A Dittie, wherein is contained diuers good and necessary documents, which beeing embraced and followed earnestly, may cause a man to shunne manie euilles and mischaunces, that may otherwise fall vpon him, ere he can beware.

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This Ditty may be sung to the high Allemaigne Measure, singing euery last straine twise with the Musicque.

Softe fire makes sweete Mault, they say:
Few words well plast, the wise will way.
Time idle spent, in trifles vaine:
Returnes no guerdon for thy paine.


But time well spent, doth profite bring:
And of good works will honour spring.
Bestow thy time then in such sort:
That vertue may thy deedes support.
The greater profite thou shalt see:
And better fame will goe of thee.
In talke be sober, wise and sadde,
Faire to thy Freend, kind to the badde.
And let thy words so placed bee:
As no man may finde fault with thee.
Nor meddle not in any case,
With matters which thy witte surpasse.
With things that not to thee pertaines,
It folly were to beate thy braines.
For suddaine blame may hap to thee:
In medling vnaduisedly.
Take heede in any wise, I say:
What things thou goest about to day.
That thou to morrow not repent,
And with thy selfe be discontent.
Speake not such words to others blame:
As afterward may turne thee shame.
To day thou speakest and doost not care:
But of to morrow still beware.
For then thou canst not call againe,
What lauishly did passe thy braine.
Keepe secrete closely in thy minde:
Things that thy state and credite binde.
Beware, if thou doo them disclose:
To whom and where, for feare of foes.


Especially of him take heede,
Whose trueth thou doost not know in deede.
For hard it is thy freend to know:
From him that is a flattering foe.
And many men in showe are kind,
Yet worse then Serpents in their mind.
Be not too hasty in thy deedes,
Of too must haste, oft harme proceedes.
Be sober, mute, take good aduise:
For things too much are full of vice.
With moderation rule thee so:
As thou aside no way maist goe.
For haste makes waste, as proofe dooth say:
And little said, soone mend ye may.
Forecast what after may befall:
So shalt thou not be rashe at all.
Haue mind still of thine owne offence:
Regard thy faults with good pretence.
Seeke not a moate in one to spie:
First pull the beame out of thine eye.
And find no fault with any man:
Except amend thy selfe thou can.
And when thy faults amended be:
The good that others see in thee.
Will learne them so their deedes to frame:
As they may likewise scape from blame.
Of no man giue thou bad report:
Backbite not any in thy sport.
For words doo wound as deepe as swords:
Which many vse in iesting boordes.


And slaunder is a hainous hate:
Which dooth nought els but stirre debate.
And twixt good freendes makes deadly strife:
To hazard one anothers life.
And all this may proceede of thee:
Except thou wilt aduised bee.
Beare freendly with thy neighbours fault,
Remember thou thy selfe maist halt.
If he hath ought offended thee:
Forgiue, as thou the like wouldest be.
And thinke if thou hast gone awrie:
Thou for forgiuenesse must apply.
So with thy neighbours faults doo beare:
And of thine owne stand still in feare.
Pardon as thou wouldest pardoned be:
So God will pardon him and thee.
Be gentle vnto euery wight:
Let courtesie be thy delight.
Familiar be with few, I say,
For sure it is the wisest waie.
Too much familiaritie,
May bring thy sorrowes suddainly.
Therefore keepe gentlenesse in mind,
To rich and poore be alwaies kind.
So pride shall neuer conquere thee:
Which is mans cheefest enemie.
FINIS.