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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A letter to William Th. who sending to him for a looking glasse,
writ vnto him this letter, with the Glasse following.
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A letter to William Th. who sending to him for a looking glasse, writ vnto him this letter, with the Glasse following.
The Letter.
To
blame my selfe, or pinch mee to the quicke,
To rub the bare, which faine would ranckled lye:
To raise the mier, within the water thicke,
Is all in vaine, experience plainly trie:
To warne of that, as Horace did in Rome:
Exhorting thee from that which I should vse,
That guerdon dew, vnto my share would come:
Which for his hier, Scilla could not refuse,
Exhorting those, which then in Rome did stay,
To sober life: when hee a Ruffian was:
Loe euery one, with ready tounge would say,
Scilla, Scilla, seeke to amend thy case:
Amend thy life: a good example giue,
So wee by thee shall better know to liue.
To rub the bare, which faine would ranckled lye:
To raise the mier, within the water thicke,
Is all in vaine, experience plainly trie:
To warne of that, as Horace did in Rome:
Exhorting thee from that which I should vse,
That guerdon dew, vnto my share would come:
Which for his hier, Scilla could not refuse,
Exhorting those, which then in Rome did stay,
To sober life: when hee a Ruffian was:
Loe euery one, with ready tounge would say,
Scilla, Scilla, seeke to amend thy case:
Amend thy life: a good example giue,
So wee by thee shall better know to liue.
So wee by thee, shall better know to liue,
Whose life wee seeke, whose wordes wee doo not way:
If I to thee, the like to this should giue,
And thou my hier, with like accompt should pay:
Then were I well rewarded for my paine,
And had enough alotted to my taske:
But this I know, thou neuer wilt disdaine,
For to performe, the sum that I shall aske:
Then sith I trust, to tryall of good will,
Peruse the same, which I to thee haue sent:
Which would I could, delate with so much skill:
As hee which first moued mee to this intent,
But here, to him, to thee, to his, to thine:
And as to thee, euen so to mee and mine.
Whose life wee seeke, whose wordes wee doo not way:
And thou my hier, with like accompt should pay:
Then were I well rewarded for my paine,
And had enough alotted to my taske:
But this I know, thou neuer wilt disdaine,
For to performe, the sum that I shall aske:
Then sith I trust, to tryall of good will,
Peruse the same, which I to thee haue sent:
Which would I could, delate with so much skill:
As hee which first moued mee to this intent,
But here, to him, to thee, to his, to thine:
And as to thee, euen so to mee and mine.
And as to thee, euen so to mee and mine,
For thee I doo, accompt among my owne:
And as my owne, from thee shall not decline,
But ioyne in one, whose seedes in one bee sowne:
So read thou this, which cummeth from thy frend,
But as thou reade, remember my good will:
And way this well, which I for thee haue pende,
As for a glasse, to stand before thee still:
And when thou vewest, thy formall face therin,
Though I bee gon, and happely out of minde.
Thus for to muse, on mee thou maist begin,
God rest thy soule, my friend which wert so kinde:
And after if thou canst perceiue thy spot,
To looke in this, my Glasse disdaine thou not.
For thee I doo, accompt among my owne:
And as my owne, from thee shall not decline,
But ioyne in one, whose seedes in one bee sowne:
So read thou this, which cummeth from thy frend,
But as thou reade, remember my good will:
And way this well, which I for thee haue pende,
As for a glasse, to stand before thee still:
And when thou vewest, thy formall face therin,
Though I bee gon, and happely out of minde.
Thus for to muse, on mee thou maist begin,
God rest thy soule, my friend which wert so kinde:
And after if thou canst perceiue thy spot,
To looke in this, my Glasse disdaine thou not.
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