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[Long time in sute, and seruice gets some grace]
To the right honourable my Lady Puckering, wife to
the most honorable the L. keeper of the great seale of England.
Long
time in sute, and seruice gets some grace,
Long crauing gaines, both crust and crome ye know:
Long walking rids, great ground away apace,
Long vse of legs makes traueiler easly go.
Long watching teid, brings ebbe at length to floe,
So loyall loue, and dutie long in vre:
Full many waies doth great good will procure.
Long crauing gaines, both crust and crome ye know:
Long walking rids, great ground away apace,
Long vse of legs makes traueiler easly go.
Long watching teid, brings ebbe at length to floe,
So loyall loue, and dutie long in vre:
Full many waies doth great good will procure.
Whereon good turnes springs out as from a flood,
Runnes gushing waues, that waters euery soile:
Whose moisture doth, both fruit and flower much good,
And profite brings to Plowmans painefull toile.
This faire land flood, kept barren field from foile,
For if no deaw, of heauen I had found:
Hot sommers drouth, had soone dried vp my ground.
Runnes gushing waues, that waters euery soile:
Whose moisture doth, both fruit and flower much good,
And profite brings to Plowmans painefull toile.
This faire land flood, kept barren field from foile,
For if no deaw, of heauen I had found:
Hot sommers drouth, had soone dried vp my ground.
The fountaine had, her course no sooner run,
With golden streames, that cordiall is of kinde:
But straight began, to shine the gladsome Sun,
That sucker sends, to tree, to root, and rinde.
The frost did thaw, with milde-warme westerne winde,
And all the springs and conduits of the towne;
Ran Claret wine, in honour of the crowne.
With golden streames, that cordiall is of kinde:
But straight began, to shine the gladsome Sun,
That sucker sends, to tree, to root, and rinde.
The frost did thaw, with milde-warme westerne winde,
And all the springs and conduits of the towne;
Ran Claret wine, in honour of the crowne.
When bill assignd, by sute from Prince had past,
Lord how the world, stood therewith well content:
The Clearkes they wrote, and freely laboured fast,
The seales were wonne, when purse no penny spent.
The waxe was wrought throw grace that God had sent,
So seale and waxe, and all that name I can:
Came franckly of, to me from euery man.
Lord how the world, stood therewith well content:
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The seales were wonne, when purse no penny spent.
The waxe was wrought throw grace that God had sent,
So seale and waxe, and all that name I can:
Came franckly of, to me from euery man.
Lo how hard world, by meanes is easie made,
And mens good wils, with tract of time we gaine:
In spring it sprouts, at fall of leafe did fade,
The grasse grows greene, with little showres of raine.
I reapt the crop, and fruit of others paine,
What needs more words, each place where I did go:
For Princes grace, did me great fauour sho.
And mens good wils, with tract of time we gaine:
In spring it sprouts, at fall of leafe did fade,
The grasse grows greene, with little showres of raine.
I reapt the crop, and fruit of others paine,
What needs more words, each place where I did go:
For Princes grace, did me great fauour sho.
They knew that Court had cleane consumde my youth,
And plead mine age, with pretie pension now:
If so they thought, in deed they gest the truth,
For youth and age, perforce is pleased throw.
Saue that they bid me make my pen my plow,
And prooue awhile, what printed bookes will doo:
To helpe old Tom, to get a supper too.
And plead mine age, with pretie pension now:
If so they thought, in deed they gest the truth,
For youth and age, perforce is pleased throw.
Saue that they bid me make my pen my plow,
And prooue awhile, what printed bookes will doo:
To helpe old Tom, to get a supper too.
But blest be her that did the dinner giue,
With too much meat we may a surfeit take:
Long with good rule, and diet men may liue,
Full belly oft, an emptie purse may make.
He feedeth best, that eats for hungers sake,
Than porcion poore, makes men ne proud nor rich:
Yet one good meale a day doth please me mich.
With too much meat we may a surfeit take:
Long with good rule, and diet men may liue,
Full belly oft, an emptie purse may make.
He feedeth best, that eats for hungers sake,
Than porcion poore, makes men ne proud nor rich:
Yet one good meale a day doth please me mich.
Where am I now, I speake of liberall men,
That freely gaue the seales and all the rest:
Which deed deserues both thankes and praise of pen,
For that is all from me they haue possest.
This course would make the learned Lawyers blest,
If of poore men (they tooke no fee at all:)
Whose wrongs are great, and riches is but small.
That freely gaue the seales and all the rest:
Which deed deserues both thankes and praise of pen,
For that is all from me they haue possest.
This course would make the learned Lawyers blest,
If of poore men (they tooke no fee at all:)
Whose wrongs are great, and riches is but small.
To trot and trudge two hundreth miles or more,
And spend their goods in toyling too and fro:
And be long pincht with paine and labour sore,
And then compeld to costly tearme to go.
Craues great regard of them that conscience know.
Than wise graue heads that looks through euery cause:
Defend the poore with fauour of your lawes.
And spend their goods in toyling too and fro:
And be long pincht with paine and labour sore,
And then compeld to costly tearme to go.
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Than wise graue heads that looks through euery cause:
Defend the poore with fauour of your lawes.
Their plaints may pearce through highest heauens all,
Their praiers brings great blessings to your dore:
Your fame doth rise, where they good words let fall,
For happie are the hands that helpes the poore.
This sentence should be written on the floore,
Who can do good to those that stands in need:
Shall reape much corne, where sowne was litle seed.
Their praiers brings great blessings to your dore:
Your fame doth rise, where they good words let fall,
For happie are the hands that helpes the poore.
This sentence should be written on the floore,
Who can do good to those that stands in need:
Shall reape much corne, where sowne was litle seed.
When iustice flowes from liberall noble mind,
Good turns in world wil make men liue like Saints:
When good cheap law, poore silly soules do find,
The Court is not long troubled with complaints.
Franke heart goes throw where feeble courage faints,
Bountie winnes loue, and lasts for euer more:
Who doth great good and little takes therefore.
Good turns in world wil make men liue like Saints:
When good cheap law, poore silly soules do find,
The Court is not long troubled with complaints.
Franke heart goes throw where feeble courage faints,
Bountie winnes loue, and lasts for euer more:
Who doth great good and little takes therefore.
The poore are more in number euery where,
Then are the rich that haue the world at wil:
Wherefore the more we ought with them to beare,
Because they liue in lacke and sorrow stil.
The Lord that sits on his hie holy hill,
Lookt lowly down on Lazarus the poore:
That humbly askt an almes at Diues doore.
Then are the rich that haue the world at wil:
Wherefore the more we ought with them to beare,
Because they liue in lacke and sorrow stil.
The Lord that sits on his hie holy hill,
Lookt lowly down on Lazarus the poore:
That humbly askt an almes at Diues doore.
Most precious are the poore to God aboue,
Though heere below they walke like lambes were lost:
And one good turne to them doth get more loue,
Then fortie things we doe for worldly boast.
Who saues a ship that is with tempest tost,
And brings the barke where helpe and harbour is:
For thankful paines shall purchase heauen blisse.
Though heere below they walke like lambes were lost:
And one good turne to them doth get more loue,
Then fortie things we doe for worldly boast.
Who saues a ship that is with tempest tost,
And brings the barke where helpe and harbour is:
For thankful paines shall purchase heauen blisse.
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When that great Iudge shal come to iudge vs all,
Such as did helpe the poore shal happy be:
For then that Iudge wil for those people call,
Who to the poore were alwaies franke and free.
Though world waxe blind, the Lord doth daily see,
Who helpes who harmes, and who in hope and trust:
Laies vp their gold where riches cannot rust.
Such as did helpe the poore shal happy be:
For then that Iudge wil for those people call,
Who to the poore were alwaies franke and free.
Though world waxe blind, the Lord doth daily see,
Who helpes who harmes, and who in hope and trust:
Laies vp their gold where riches cannot rust.
The wise no doubt doth so by gift of grace,
That gouernes man in euery honest cause:
Those noble minds that vertue doe embrace,
Are plac'st by Prince the Iudges of our Lawes.
At that wel head the poore cleare water drawes,
Yea poore and rich doe tast that running streame:
That spreads her vaines throw al this stately Reame.
That gouernes man in euery honest cause:
Those noble minds that vertue doe embrace,
Are plac'st by Prince the Iudges of our Lawes.
At that wel head the poore cleare water drawes,
Yea poore and rich doe tast that running streame:
That spreads her vaines throw al this stately Reame.
Who could enioy a yard or foot of Land,
If Law did not decide true titles right?
Or who could holde his purse in his owne hand?
If Law brought not darke dealings vnto light.
Good Law doth see cleere day from clowdy night,
Discernes the troth from falshood finely cled:
Whose glorious grace deceaues each simple head.
If Law did not decide true titles right?
Or who could holde his purse in his owne hand?
If Law brought not darke dealings vnto light.
Good Law doth see cleere day from clowdy night,
Discernes the troth from falshood finely cled:
Whose glorious grace deceaues each simple head.
Law lookes on all and sifts the flower from bran,
Law sets that straight that craft would crooked make:
Law is a stay to state and life of man,
Law with a word makes guilty conscience quake.
Law with the sword from shoulders head doth take,
Law forceth loue, where hatred seeketh blood:
And Law mong men in world doth greatest good.
Law sets that straight that craft would crooked make:
Law is a stay to state and life of man,
Law with a word makes guilty conscience quake.
Law with the sword from shoulders head doth take,
Law forceth loue, where hatred seeketh blood:
And Law mong men in world doth greatest good.
Where Law is none, there ciuill order dies,
Both brute, and rude, and sauadge people groe:
Like Canibals they liue in beastly guise,
And naked too like mad wilde goats they goe.
The Feend they serue for God they do not know,
Where Law doth lacke and Iustice hath no place:
There neuer comes ne goodnes, rule, nor grace.
Both brute, and rude, and sauadge people groe:
Like Canibals they liue in beastly guise,
And naked too like mad wilde goats they goe.
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Where Law doth lacke and Iustice hath no place:
There neuer comes ne goodnes, rule, nor grace.
O God how glad the hungry is of food,
The heauie heart that woe hath wasted long:
To feele and find the Lawyers in such mood,
That they by Law redresse a poore mans wrong.
O sweet consort, O pleasant well set song,
Where all the parts the singers haue by rote:
And out of tune is placed nere a note.
The heauie heart that woe hath wasted long:
To feele and find the Lawyers in such mood,
That they by Law redresse a poore mans wrong.
O sweet consort, O pleasant well set song,
Where all the parts the singers haue by rote:
And out of tune is placed nere a note.
O noble Law where Iustice voyce doth sound,
Concordance right the prop of publicke state:
And where no iarre of musicke may be found,
Nor discord comes amisse to breed debate.
Who loues no law doth all good order hate,
Law holds the ioynts to gather firme and fast:
That makes the house and timber long to last.
Concordance right the prop of publicke state:
And where no iarre of musicke may be found,
Nor discord comes amisse to breed debate.
Who loues no law doth all good order hate,
Law holds the ioynts to gather firme and fast:
That makes the house and timber long to last.
With equall waights in ballance all is tried,
By measure iust the world doth buy and sell:
A little graine in golde is quickly spied,
When in true skales good coyne is waied well.
Rest so I haue a further tale to tell,
God graunt my muse be in so good a vaine:
That I deserue but thankes for all my paine.
By measure iust the world doth buy and sell:
A little graine in golde is quickly spied,
When in true skales good coyne is waied well.
Rest so I haue a further tale to tell,
God graunt my muse be in so good a vaine:
That I deserue but thankes for all my paine.
FINIS.
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