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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 Glasse for all men to behold themselues in, especially such proude and prodigall minded men, and such delicate and daintie women who building on the pride of their beautie, and amiable complexion, thinke scorne to become aged, and that their sweete faces should be wrinckled, or their youthfulnes brought into subiection by age.
 
 
 
 
 
 

A Glasse for all men to behold themselues in, especially such proude and prodigall minded men, and such delicate and daintie women who building on the pride of their beautie, and amiable complexion, thinke scorne to become aged, and that their sweete faces should be wrinckled, or their youthfulnes brought into subiection by age.



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This Ditty may be sung to the Earle of Oxenfords Galliard.

You youthfull heads, whose climing mindes,
doo seeke for worldly praise:
Whose yong desires doo seeme to scorne,
Olde ages staied waies.
Beare with the plaine-song of my note,
which is so plaine in deede:
As daintie mindes will scant endure,
so harshe a tale to reade.


As nature hath endued your shapes,
with exquisite perfection:
And giues you choyse of sweete delights,
wherein you haue affection.
When Time hath runne his course in you,
the selfe-same Nature saies:
That all these daintie toyes must die,
whereof you made your praise.
Marke how the yeere in course doth passe,
note first the plesant Spring:
The earth by Nature then affoordes,
full many a precious thing.
Of fruits, of flowres, of wholsome hearbes,
we gather as we please:
And all things els we lacke beside,
our needfull wants to ease.
And likewise in this pleasant time,
we take delight to walke:
To run and play at barley breake,
and in our Gardens talke.
One freend an other dooth inuite,
they feast and make good cheere:
Both rich and poore doo make pastime,
at this time of the yeere.
But wreakfull Winter drawing on,
withdraweth these delights:
And robbes vs of them one by one,
as toyes and trifling sights.
The Scith cuttes downe the goodlie grasse,
that grew so greene to day:
And all the sweete and pleasant flowers,
are changed then to hay.


The Trees that bragged in their leaues,
the bitter blasts doo bight:
And chaunge them from their goodly state,
to olde and withered plight.
And they that flocked to the Feeldes,
when Summer was so braue:
Nowe closelie creepe about the fire,
for Winter warmth will haue.
Compare we now the yeerely chaunge,
with mans appointed race:
Who in the Aprill of his age,
greene humours dooth embrace.
And as Maie flowers glad the eye,
so in his youthfull time:
Man compasseth a world of ioyes,
whereto his thoughts doo clime.
Behold likewise Dame Beauties gyrles,
whose daintie mindes are such:
As not the Sun-shine nor the wind,
must their faire faces touch.
Theyr Maskes, their Fannes, and all the toyes,
that wanton heads can craue:
To maintaine Beautie in her pride,
these prancking Dames must haue.
But elder yeeres approching on,
a little euery daie:
Their daintie Beautie dooth decline,
and vanisheth away.
And as colde Winter chaseth hence,
the pleasant Summer daies:
So withered Age encountreth Youth,
amidst his wanton waies.


You that thinke scorne of auncient age,
and hold him in contempt:
To make of Beautie such a price,
and to vaine thoughts are bent.
Remember Nature yeelds to course,
and course his race will haue:
From the first howre of your byrth,
vntill you come to graue.
Age is an honour vnto them,
that liue to see the same:
And none but vaine and foolish heads,
will blot olde Age with blame.
Who oftentimes are soone cut off:
and not so happy blest:
To see the dayes their Fathers did,
before they went to rest.
Thrise happy they that spend their youth,
in good and vertuous wise:
Forsaking all such vaine desires,
as wanton heads surmise.
And wholie doo direct themselues,
vnto his will that made them:
Then Folly neuer can haue power,
from vertue to disswade them.
FINIS.