The paine of pleasure describing in a perfect mirror, the miseries of man [by Anthony Munday] |
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Dauncing, The seuenth pleasure.
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Dauncing, The seuenth pleasure.
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touching now the harmes that often hap,
to such as seeke, for to be excellent:
In Dauncing catch some time so sore a clap,
By froward falles, as makes them to repent.
The tumbling tricks, and turning on the toe,
When leggs doe grow so lame they cannot goe.
to such as seeke, for to be excellent:
In Dauncing catch some time so sore a clap,
By froward falles, as makes them to repent.
The tumbling tricks, and turning on the toe,
When leggs doe grow so lame they cannot goe.
And some braue youthes will labour day and night,
Till they haue got the Caprey, and crosse poynt:
But tell me now, how much will they delight
When that they see they legs crost out of ioynt?
Or els perhaps with some vntoward fall:
Then breake their arme, or sometime necke and all.
Till they haue got the Caprey, and crosse poynt:
But tell me now, how much will they delight
When that they see they legs crost out of ioynt?
Or els perhaps with some vntoward fall:
Then breake their arme, or sometime necke and all.
Oh then behold, in Dauncing what delight,
Which breedes the Dauncers oft vntimely end:
And for my selfe, I see such great despight,
By dauncing growe, as he that were my friend,
Sure I would wish him leaue all dauncing quite,
Then in such toyes to take so great delight.
Which breedes the Dauncers oft vntimely end:
And for my selfe, I see such great despight,
By dauncing growe, as he that were my friend,
Sure I would wish him leaue all dauncing quite,
Then in such toyes to take so great delight.
Besides, sometime in dauncing we doe see,
Quarrels arise, yea, betwixt friend and friend:
Which once begun, God knowes but seldome be
Without great hurt, brought vnto quiet end.
Consider then the great and dire despight:
In dauncing growes, in midst of most delight.
Quarrels arise, yea, betwixt friend and friend:
Which once begun, God knowes but seldome be
Without great hurt, brought vnto quiet end.
Consider then the great and dire despight:
In dauncing growes, in midst of most delight.
What should I neede of dauncing more to write?
First of the paines in learning how to daunce:
And then againe how great and foule despight,
In dauncing oft to many men doth chaunce.
Let this suffize, it is but euen a toy,
Whose vse may yeelde a pleasure or annoy.
First of the paines in learning how to daunce:
And then againe how great and foule despight,
In dauncing oft to many men doth chaunce.
Let this suffize, it is but euen a toy,
Whose vse may yeelde a pleasure or annoy.
For least I should seeme to dispraise it quite,
In prayse of dauncing thus much will I say,
Who knowes in deede, how for to vse it right.
May daunce full well, I will not say him nay.
For so it is an honest exercise:
And one in deede of Courtly qualities.
In prayse of dauncing thus much will I say,
Who knowes in deede, how for to vse it right.
May daunce full well, I will not say him nay.
For so it is an honest exercise:
And one in deede of Courtly qualities.
But for to set in dauncing such delight,
As it should seeme, to giue great cause of ioy:
Who deemes it so, they are deceiued quite,
For God he knowes, it is but euen a toy.
And such a toy, as sure esteemde in kinde,
A franticke toy, a man may easilie finde.
As it should seeme, to giue great cause of ioy:
Who deemes it so, they are deceiued quite,
For God he knowes, it is but euen a toy.
And such a toy, as sure esteemde in kinde,
A franticke toy, a man may easilie finde.
For who would marke sometime the franticke fits,
The frisks and turnes, with trickes in sundry sortes:
Would thinke a Dauncer, quite out of his wits,
So to deuise to make such skipping sportes.
To throw himselfe about house, here and there:
As one halfe mad, who well could rest no where.
The frisks and turnes, with trickes in sundry sortes:
Would thinke a Dauncer, quite out of his wits,
So to deuise to make such skipping sportes.
To throw himselfe about house, here and there:
As one halfe mad, who well could rest no where.
But to be short, as once I said before,
I say againe, Dauncing is but a toy:
A skipping sport, which bruseth bones so sore,
As yeeldes the minde sometime but little ioy:
Yet vsde a right, giues cause of great delight,
But yet the best it worketh some despight.
I say againe, Dauncing is but a toy:
A skipping sport, which bruseth bones so sore,
As yeeldes the minde sometime but little ioy:
Yet vsde a right, giues cause of great delight,
But yet the best it worketh some despight.
But leauing Dauncing, and to Leaping now.
In which some men doe not a little ioy:
Would such as leape, consider well but how,
Their leaping breedes, both lims and harts annoy.
Sure they would say, before their legges be burst:
Of all odde sportes, yet Leaping is the wurst.
In which some men doe not a little ioy:
Would such as leape, consider well but how,
Their leaping breedes, both lims and harts annoy.
Sure they would say, before their legges be burst:
Of all odde sportes, yet Leaping is the wurst.
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