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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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The letter of the Author to J. C. concerning these Posies.
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The vale of Venus, with all the wayes and footpathes vnto her Forte, beeing scituate in the same.
  
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Of Cupid his Campe.
  
Venus Oration to the Gods.
  
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A description of Cupid.
  
A description of Cupid his host.
  
A discription of Diana and her army.
  
Desire his message vnto Diana.
  
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Iustice and Iudgement, pleaded at Beauties Barre.
  
The lyfe and death of Maister, T. Cicero, who was slayne, beeinge 63. yeares of age.
  
An Epitaph vpon the death of the famous Phylosopher, P. Ramus, who was murdered in the persecution of Fraunce, 26. Augusti.
  
An Epitaph vpon the death of P. Starling, Somtime Schoolemaister of Bury Schoole.
  
An Epitaph on the death of M. Sharpe, of Trinity Colledge in Cambridge.
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Foure of the poore Knights complaints made as hee hath declared, in great greefe of harte, applyed to sundry theames.
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The fyrst complaynt.
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The seconde complaynt, which plainly bewray the matter of the first.
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The thirde complaint.
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The fourth complaint of this, and of the thirde I can set no true cause of wrighting, for the poore Knight hath denyed to tell it.
  
A letter to William Th. who sending to him for a looking glasse, writ vnto him this letter, with the Glasse following.
  
The looking glasse of the poore Knight, to W. Th.
  
A letter to Richard Ra. lyinge in his death bed.
  
The poore Knight his Paramour, written to M. Iohn Com. Phisition, and his singuler Mecænas.
  
To Thomas Ro. the poore Knight sendeth greeting.
  
To his freend Iohn R.
  
To his freend Bartholmew Ien.
  
To Abraham Iohnson.
  
The poore Knight his loue, to Rich. Ron.
  
To his freend Roger Phil.
  
To VVilliam Godf.
  
To his freend Robert Dyne.
  
To Maister Iobson.
  
To his freend Richard Bontly.
  
To Thomas Tur. by the example of Perillus, alluding to Quod tibi non vis fieri, alteri ne feceris.
  
To R. Baker.
  
To his freende and kinsman I. Tin.
  
Maister Alexander D. gaue this Theame.
  
The poore Knights lamentation: wherin hee earnestly bewayleth the late losse of diuers worthy Gentilmens lyues, that died of a verye strange disease, at Oxforde, in Iuly 1577. among whom died Sir Robert Bell, Lorde cheefe Baron, and Maister Nicolas Barham, Seriant of the Law, both Iustices of the Assise there, with other Knights and Gentlemen, beside Studients and others of all degrees, as followeth.
  
The poore Knight his farewel to his Booke.

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The seconde complaynt, which plainly bewray the matter of the first.

Onus ætna grauius.

If Ossa Mount, and Pelion hill, were cast vpon my backe to beare,
And I as strong as Atlas hy, which in his badge ye stares did weare
Or if my taske by payne of death, alotted were to cleane the sea,
Or if to passe by Stigian flood, to vew wheras the blessed bee.
I thinke of truth, and as I gesse,
So shall the truth it selfe come try:
Not halfe the paine I should sustaine,
Come gentle death and let mee dye.
For since I left my staggering state, and did the cradle milde res[illeg.],
And since to sucke my mothers brest, I did my minde therfro declare
Yea since ye time by mothers deth, I spent my dayes in care & greif
And since that time I thanke my God: of other frends I found releif.
As now I doo and longe haue done,
Yet this by proofe I plainly see:
I finde it so, no care and woe,
Like to a troubled minde can bee.

A troubled minde is cause of payne, a quiet spirit reuiueth ioyes,
A quiet minde increaseth myrth, a troubled minde the same did royes
Then if yt Ioue would kil the cause, yt care no doubt should fade away,
And yet my care cannot depart, while yt the troubled minde doth stay.
And thus I dare in breefe conclude,
No carking care that euer I finde:
Upon the mould, I dare bee bolde,
Is like vnto the troubled minde.
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