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 looking glasse of the poore Knight, to W. Th.
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The looking glasse of the poore Knight, to W. Th.
In him which made and framed all, repose thy hope and trust,Who as hee made thee out of clay, can turne thee vnto dust.
In him I say which guideth all, the Heauen, the earth the sea,
Holde fast thy hope, in whom I hope, eternall life to see.
Who as hee seeth euery thing, yet neuer seene of any,
So is hee present euery where, as hath appeard to many.
Hee seeth the Lord: hee knoweth the Lord, hee doth the Lord his will.
In him to put thy confidence, as loyall duty charge.
Forget not for to put thy hope, in him (which holds the large
And lofty sky within his hand) do not his hest neglect,
For godly duty at thy hands, hee solely doth expect.
Which if thou doost hee will thee blesse, yea in most bounden sort,
And bring thy ship through wallowing waues, vnto ye happy port.
Then after duty done to God: (sweet VVilliam) keepe in minde,
The straight and lincked knot of loue, which natiue soyle doth binde.
To whom thou owest thy life, thy land, thy body and thy blood,
For whom thou oughtest to spend the same, if it may doo her good.
For what can bee more neare the skin, or sticke more nere the bone,
Then ioy with parents, when they ioy, & mone when as they mone.
And loe thy cuntry doth maintaine, both thee and all thy kin,
Thy life their land, thy ioy their hope, and all that is therin.
Herin thou oughtest not to forget, thy parents of good fame,
And seeke for them, as they for thee, for to increase the same.
Doo duty to thy elder Sire, and loue thy yonger brother,
And holde vpright the falling staffe, of thy gray hedded mother.
Whose hoary haire doth smile for ioy, whose fainting feete renew,
The running race with liuely blood, with fresh and pleasant hew.
And thou in whom her hart doth rest, do walke that wished way,
Oh ioyfull stockes (saith shee) whose impes doth keepe you from decay
Now learne (my Will) thy duty done, to God and parents then,
To shun those wicked waies, which ought to bee dispysed of men.
First fly from pride, whose puffed cheeks, wil bring thy hart to pain,
Eschue the Pope, with all his pelfe, for why hee is but vaine.
Whose bellowing Bulles in Basan bred, haue rored against the light,
And cleane apposed their wicked waies, against the Lord of might.
Whose great confusion and decay, no doubt is neare at hand,
Although hee clime the suprem head, of euery christian land,
In riot run no rechles race, regard thy good estate,
And way thy welth, for riot hath acquainted many a mate.
Where riot rules within the ship, there Whoredome holds an Ore,
And Sloth doth holde the fickle helme, while Enuy row to shore.
There Cruelty doth turne the sayle, and these the Ancor cast,
There Gluttony sleepes vnder hatch: and Sicknes comes in fast.
And false attempts with Flattery, doo sinke the ship in sand.
When Riot lieth, and all his mates, the sea doth make her pray,
And swalloweth quick those passengers, which walke that wery way
In youth my freend, while yeeres be green, beware of Circes charms
And stop thy cares whē Sirens sing, whose noates pretendeth harme.
For why the baite which fishers vse, were of to great a price,
If that the pleasant taste therof, the fish did not intice.
And subtill foulers would accompt, their labor lost in vaine,
If that the draught of simple birdes, did not requite their paine.
Bee not to bolde to trip thy selfe in Cressids subtill traine,
For hee that reche his foot to far, can not returne againe.
And wanton wordes may rule thy will, and turne thy wit away,
And wise men often bee to seeke, in that they ought to say.
This is the glasse, the which I sent, thy cumly face to vew,
Till other glasses may be bought: and thus my freend adew.
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