The paine of pleasure describing in a perfect mirror, the miseries of man [by Anthony Munday] |
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Bowling, The fourteenth pleasure.
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Bowling, The fourteenth pleasure.
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now to Bowles, a pretty kinde of sport.
Wherein so many take so great delight:
That euery day such numbers doe resort.
To bowling Allies, that both day and night,
If light would serue they would not be away,
But wast their wealth vpon that foolish play.
Wherein so many take so great delight:
That euery day such numbers doe resort.
To bowling Allies, that both day and night,
If light would serue they would not be away,
But wast their wealth vpon that foolish play.
How some delight, to see a round Bowle run,
Smoothely away, vntill he catch a rub:
Then hold thy bias, if that cast were wun,
The game were vp as sure then as a club.
Then vpright Bowles, that neede not any banke,
And for a game, a fine throw in the cranke.
Smoothely away, vntill he catch a rub:
Then hold thy bias, if that cast were wun,
The game were vp as sure then as a club.
Then vpright Bowles, that neede not any banke,
And for a game, a fine throw in the cranke.
But if they markt their money run away,
Their coyne to crosse quite byas from their purse:
T'would make them leaue that costly kinde of play,
And liking take in bowling sporte the wurse.
And yet the sport well vsde, will yeeld delight:
But loue it not, for then it breedes despight.
Their coyne to crosse quite byas from their purse:
T'would make them leaue that costly kinde of play,
And liking take in bowling sporte the wurse.
And yet the sport well vsde, will yeeld delight:
But loue it not, for then it breedes despight.
For ioy in games to other kinde of ioyes,
Wherein some men, their chiefe delight repose:
Which wayed well, may well be thought but toyes,
Wherein both cost and labour eke we lose.
As Fishing, Fowling, and such like delights:
Which some doe loue to follow dayes and nights.
Wherein some men, their chiefe delight repose:
Which wayed well, may well be thought but toyes,
Wherein both cost and labour eke we lose.
Which some doe loue to follow dayes and nights.
But loe, beholde, what great delight we finde,
In Fishing first, in diuers sundry sortes:
With Nets, and Angles, Weeles, and other kinde,
Or pretie ginnes, which yeelde delightfull sportes.
And with the sportes, lets see the spight withall:
That oftentimes in Fishing dooth befall.
In Fishing first, in diuers sundry sortes:
With Nets, and Angles, Weeles, and other kinde,
Or pretie ginnes, which yeelde delightfull sportes.
And with the sportes, lets see the spight withall:
That oftentimes in Fishing dooth befall.
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