The paine of pleasure describing in a perfect mirror, the miseries of man [by Anthony Munday] |
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Fencing, The eleuenth pleasure.
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Fencing, The eleuenth pleasure.
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sir, this ioy in Arte of great Defence,
Which of Offence may rather well be namde:
Is not obtaind without some great expence,
Nor yet without some lim or other lamde.
Except by hap, you chance to scape the worst,
And yet you part then with your noddle burst,
Which of Offence may rather well be namde:
Is not obtaind without some great expence,
Nor yet without some lim or other lamde.
Except by hap, you chance to scape the worst,
And yet you part then with your noddle burst,
And let me but demaund this question now,
Will you be pleasd with him that brake your pate?
Or will you not, almost you care not how,
Seeke your reuenge, and beare him deadly hate,
Untill you be reuenged in like sorte:
And tell me then, is not this prettie sporte?
Will you be pleasd with him that brake your pate?
Or will you not, almost you care not how,
Seeke your reuenge, and beare him deadly hate,
Untill you be reuenged in like sorte:
And tell me then, is not this prettie sporte?
Perhaps againe, you haue your eye thrust out,
Or catch a scratch crosse ouerthwart your face:
Or else be swadled roughly round aboute,
Both shoulders, sides, armes, legs, and euery place.
At parting now, Sir when you feele the smart:
Will you not thinke Fencing a ioyfull Arte?
Or catch a scratch crosse ouerthwart your face:
Or else be swadled roughly round aboute,
Both shoulders, sides, armes, legs, and euery place.
At parting now, Sir when you feele the smart:
Will you not thinke Fencing a ioyfull Arte?
By Fencing growes our termes of the Brauado,
Our foines and thrusts, the deadly stabbe and all:
Which some more finely call a Stabbado,
And some a blowe, a cleanly wipe can call.
And some a rake, that crosseth both the shinnes,
Now with such stuffe this ioyfull sport beginnes.
Our foines and thrusts, the deadly stabbe and all:
Which some more finely call a Stabbado,
And some a blowe, a cleanly wipe can call.
Now with such stuffe this ioyfull sport beginnes.
Lie heere, lie there, strike out your blow at length,
Strike and thrust with him, looke to your dagger hand:
Beleeue me sir, you beare a gallant strength,
But chuse your ground, at vantage where to stand,
And keepe a loofe for catching too much harme:
Beware the button of your Buckler arme.
Strike and thrust with him, looke to your dagger hand:
Beleeue me sir, you beare a gallant strength,
But chuse your ground, at vantage where to stand,
And keepe a loofe for catching too much harme:
Beware the button of your Buckler arme.
With other termes that were too long to tell,
Besides, my selfe haue small skill in that arte,
But this I wot, vnto my cost too well,
A wasters end hath made my shoulders smart.
And when by chaunce I caught a smoaking blow,
I put it vp, or take two or three moe.
Besides, my selfe haue small skill in that arte,
But this I wot, vnto my cost too well,
A wasters end hath made my shoulders smart.
And when by chaunce I caught a smoaking blow,
I put it vp, or take two or three moe.
And sure I thinke, who doth in deede delight,
To follow Fencing, as some swashers doe:
Shall be thereby so boldened for to fight,
As willfull end, in time will bring them to.
Except that God doe giue them grace in deede,
To vse their arte but in defence at neede.
To follow Fencing, as some swashers doe:
Shall be thereby so boldened for to fight,
As willfull end, in time will bring them to.
Except that God doe giue them grace in deede,
To vse their arte but in defence at neede.
And vsed so, it will not doe amisse,
And so I thinke some skill is requisite:
But I cannot like very well of this,
That any man should so therein delight:
As he should set therein so great a ioy,
As many doe, vnto their great annoy.
And so I thinke some skill is requisite:
But I cannot like very well of this,
That any man should so therein delight:
As he should set therein so great a ioy,
As many doe, vnto their great annoy.
What should I neede, of Fencing more to write,
Well used I thinke it is a pretie arte:?
But by your leaue, who doth therein delight,
Shall buy his pleasure, with his bodies smart.
And so I end, vse it to saue your life:
But let it not make you to liue in strife.
Well used I thinke it is a pretie arte:?
But by your leaue, who doth therein delight,
Shall buy his pleasure, with his bodies smart.
And so I end, vse it to saue your life:
But let it not make you to liue in strife.
And then in Gods name, vse it at your will,
So that you vse it to your owne defence:
But if in fight, you chance your foe to kill,
His death will sure abide your conscience.
Yet for all that vse it but to defend:
And learne the arts, it will not much offend.
So that you vse it to your owne defence:
But if in fight, you chance your foe to kill,
His death will sure abide your conscience.
And learne the arts, it will not much offend.
But as I said before, I say againe,
Learne it, but loue it not, in any wise:
Least little pleasure breede your paine,
By hurt, by maime, or deadly ieopardies.
And thinke it but an arte of small delight,
Which many wayes doth worke full great despight.
Learne it, but loue it not, in any wise:
Least little pleasure breede your paine,
By hurt, by maime, or deadly ieopardies.
And thinke it but an arte of small delight,
Which many wayes doth worke full great despight.
But leauing now, of Fencing more to write,
There is as now another kinde of ioy:
Wherein some men, doe take so great delight,
As that in time it breedes their great annoy,
They toyle themselues, and thrift they throw away,
And lame their legs to learne a foolish play.
There is as now another kinde of ioy:
Wherein some men, doe take so great delight,
As that in time it breedes their great annoy,
They toyle themselues, and thrift they throw away,
And lame their legs to learne a foolish play.
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