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A Discourse of an old Souldiour and a young.
To the right Worshipfull Sir Henry Kneuet Knight,
one of the Lieutenants of Willshire.
There
is a strife, a sweete dispute I troe,
Betwene two sortes, of men in these our daies:
On which debate, doth many reasons grow,
That soundes in deede, to each good Souldiours praise,
Whose fame my pen is ready for to raise.
But my intent is first with flat plaine truth,
To treat a verse, or two of age and youth.
Betwene two sortes, of men in these our daies:
On which debate, doth many reasons grow,
That soundes in deede, to each good Souldiours praise,
Whose fame my pen is ready for to raise.
But my intent is first with flat plaine truth,
To treat a verse, or two of age and youth.
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Age is the sire, and father of great thinges,
That hath begot, both science, rule, and wit:
Brought great renowne, and honour vnto kinges,
And for mans wealth, may well in councell sit.
Youth is for field, and towne a member fit,
To vse the sword, in Countreys cause and right,
In whose defence, youth hath great force to fight.
That hath begot, both science, rule, and wit:
Brought great renowne, and honour vnto kinges,
And for mans wealth, may well in councell sit.
Youth is for field, and towne a member fit,
To vse the sword, in Countreys cause and right,
In whose defence, youth hath great force to fight.
Age may commaund, because it knoweth most,
And best can iudge, of euery thing it knowes:
Hath mightie mind, yet makes but little bost,
On whose aduice, men may their liues repose,
The worth of youth, standes oft in outward shewes,
That fresh and gay, to worlde it seemeth still,
Like bladder faire, that is blowne vp with quill.
And best can iudge, of euery thing it knowes:
Hath mightie mind, yet makes but little bost,
On whose aduice, men may their liues repose,
The worth of youth, standes oft in outward shewes,
That fresh and gay, to worlde it seemeth still,
Like bladder faire, that is blowne vp with quill.
Age lookes like tree, whose barke is rough without,
When winters waste hath made greene leaues to fall:
But when spring comes, that braunch should bud and sprout,
With threefold fruite, the sprayes are loaded all,
Bare youth lookes like, a picture on a wall,
That stands both mute, and dumme like shadow weake,
To seeke for sence, whom age beginnes to speake.
When winters waste hath made greene leaues to fall:
But when spring comes, that braunch should bud and sprout,
With threefold fruite, the sprayes are loaded all,
Bare youth lookes like, a picture on a wall,
That stands both mute, and dumme like shadow weake,
To seeke for sence, whom age beginnes to speake.
The brute in world, is how old thinges decreace,
For that sweete sap, at length forsakes the tree:
Yet men will aske, old wittes in warres or peace,
Of this or that, what the successe shall be.
In outward shewes, young iudgements well can see,
When old mens sightes, that wisely lookes within,
The end beholdes, as soone as they beginne.
For that sweete sap, at length forsakes the tree:
Yet men will aske, old wittes in warres or peace,
Of this or that, what the successe shall be.
In outward shewes, young iudgements well can see,
When old mens sightes, that wisely lookes within,
The end beholdes, as soone as they beginne.
A great old Oake, long time will akornes beare,
And small young graffes, are long in sprouting out:
Some say old wine, is liked euery where,
And all men knowe, new ale is full of growt.
Old horse goes well, young titts are much to doubt,
But sure old gold, is more esteemed than new,
No hauke compares, with haggard in the mue.
And small young graffes, are long in sprouting out:
Some say old wine, is liked euery where,
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Old horse goes well, young titts are much to doubt,
But sure old gold, is more esteemed than new,
No hauke compares, with haggard in the mue.
Old men knowes much, though young men calls them fooles,
Old bookes are best, for there great learning is:
Old authors too, are dayly read in schooles,
New Sects are naught, olde knowledge cannot misse.
Old guise was good, and nothing like to this.
Where fraude, and craft, and finesse all would haue,
And plainest men, can neyther powle nor shaue.
Old bookes are best, for there great learning is:
Old authors too, are dayly read in schooles,
New Sects are naught, olde knowledge cannot misse.
Old guise was good, and nothing like to this.
Where fraude, and craft, and finesse all would haue,
And plainest men, can neyther powle nor shaue.
Old Fathers builte, faire Colleges good store,
And gaue great goodes, and landes to bring vp youth:
Young men loues not, to make of little more,
But spendes away, their thrift to tell the trueth.
Old men were full, of mercie, grace, and rueth,
And pittie tooke, on those that seemde to lacke,
Young gallants gay, from poore doe turne their backe.
And gaue great goodes, and landes to bring vp youth:
Young men loues not, to make of little more,
But spendes away, their thrift to tell the trueth.
Old men were full, of mercie, grace, and rueth,
And pittie tooke, on those that seemde to lacke,
Young gallants gay, from poore doe turne their backe.
Old beaten wayes, are ready still to hit,
These new be-pathes, leades men on many stiles:
An old prouerbye, hath no more wordes than wit,
New fangled heades, at each old order smiles.
Old wisedome farre, surmountes young fondlings willes.
Experience is, the Doctor euerie daie,
That carries close, all knowledge cleane awaie.
These new be-pathes, leades men on many stiles:
An old prouerbye, hath no more wordes than wit,
New fangled heades, at each old order smiles.
Old wisedome farre, surmountes young fondlings willes.
Experience is, the Doctor euerie daie,
That carries close, all knowledge cleane awaie.
Young houndes are fleete, the old huntes sloe and true,
Old dogges bite sore, if all their teeth be sound:
Old auncient freindes, are better than the new,
In younglings loue, there is small suretie found,
For like a top, light fancie turneth round.
Old clothe or silke, made in our elders dayes,
Wears long and firme, when new thinges soone decayes.
Old dogges bite sore, if all their teeth be sound:
Old auncient freindes, are better than the new,
In younglings loue, there is small suretie found,
For like a top, light fancie turneth round.
Old clothe or silke, made in our elders dayes,
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Old souldiers are, the beauty of a state,
Young branches beare, but blossomes many a day.
Old Doctors can, deepe matters well debate:
Young punies knowes, not what old doctors say,
King Harries crue, brought conquest home away.
From Flowdayne field, from France and many a soyle,
And put the proud, by strength and force to foyle:
Young branches beare, but blossomes many a day.
Old Doctors can, deepe matters well debate:
Young punies knowes, not what old doctors say,
King Harries crue, brought conquest home away.
From Flowdayne field, from France and many a soyle,
And put the proud, by strength and force to foyle:
Old souldiers were, great Allexanders ayde,
And chiefest ioy, in all the warres he had
The white gray head, made beardlesse boyes affraide,
Where graue men ruld, the countrey all was glad:
And where they lackt, the fortune was but bad.
As all thinges doth, to skill and knowledge yeeld,
So old men beare, the honour of the field:
And chiefest ioy, in all the warres he had
The white gray head, made beardlesse boyes affraide,
Where graue men ruld, the countrey all was glad:
And where they lackt, the fortune was but bad.
As all thinges doth, to skill and knowledge yeeld,
So old men beare, the honour of the field:
What needs more proofe, of auncient souldiers nowe,
Both old and young, are needfull members heere.
I want both time, and power to praise them throw,
For seruice great, in countries quarrell deere:
When cause requires, ye know the case is cleere,
These champions must, in field and open plaine,
With shining sword, the right of kinges maintaine.
Both old and young, are needfull members heere.
I want both time, and power to praise them throw,
For seruice great, in countries quarrell deere:
When cause requires, ye know the case is cleere,
These champions must, in field and open plaine,
With shining sword, the right of kinges maintaine.
FINIS.
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