A poore Knight his Pallace of priuate pleasures Gallantly garnished, with goodly Galleries of strang inuentio[n]s and prudently polished, with sundry pleasant Posies, & other fine fancies of dainty deuices, and rare delightes. Written by a student in Ca[m]bridge. And published by I. C. Gent |
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An Epitaph vpon the death of P. Starling, Somtime Schoolemaister of Bury Schoole.
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An Epitaph vpon the death of P. Starling, Somtime Schoolemaister of Bury Schoole.
Cease
sighing now, and thinke no more of care,
Goe grisly ghost, goe tell thy heauy hap:
Come dolefull Dames, cast of these weedes you ware,
Reioyce with mee, which lye in ioyfull lap:
Where ioy it selfe, longe since did keepe and dwell.
Cease from your plaints, and harke what newes I tell.
Goe grisly ghost, goe tell thy heauy hap:
Come dolefull Dames, cast of these weedes you ware,
Reioyce with mee, which lye in ioyfull lap:
Where ioy it selfe, longe since did keepe and dwell.
Cease from your plaints, and harke what newes I tell.
The prety birde, which you haue fostered longe,
Which buylt her neast, within the Iuory tree:
Which did delight your eares with sugred song,
Though from her kinde, those notes dissending bee:
Hath now of late, built vp her neast on hye,
And sunge her songe, within the lofty skye.
Which buylt her neast, within the Iuory tree:
Which did delight your eares with sugred song,
Though from her kinde, those notes dissending bee:
Hath now of late, built vp her neast on hye,
And sunge her songe, within the lofty skye.
For while hee serued, with sheeld of learned lore,
And wan such thinges as furnished his nest:
Iudge you ye Dames, which knew this bird before,
Might not hee well compare him with the best:
In learnings lap, and vertues brants bred hee,
Oh happy wight, what gifte could better bee.
And wan such thinges as furnished his nest:
Iudge you ye Dames, which knew this bird before,
Might not hee well compare him with the best:
In learnings lap, and vertues brants bred hee,
Oh happy wight, what gifte could better bee.
And euery day, vpon Parnassus hill,
Hee tought his young, most sweetly to recorde:
His pleasant tune, eche vacant place did fill,
His ioyfull notes did please the liuing Lorde:
A constant hart, in him was truly tryed,
Thus Starling liued, thus Starling lately died.
Hee tought his young, most sweetly to recorde:
His pleasant tune, eche vacant place did fill,
His ioyfull notes did please the liuing Lorde:
A constant hart, in him was truly tryed,
Thus Starling liued, thus Starling lately died.
And in the clowdes hee doth possesse his place,
When as the Dames, his fatall clew had spun:
Untimely death did win him in his race,
And stopt the steps, which hee did thinke to run:
Yet sith in heauen, hee doth inioy his blisse,
Hee liueth in place, where perfit pleasure is.
When as the Dames, his fatall clew had spun:
Untimely death did win him in his race,
And stopt the steps, which hee did thinke to run:
Yet sith in heauen, hee doth inioy his blisse,
Hee liueth in place, where perfit pleasure is.
Vt voce sic vultu ac vita.
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