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 Richard Ra. lyinge in his death bed.
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A letter to Richard Ra. lyinge in his death bed.
Memento mori.
Oh
call to minde, forget not thy estate,
And ponder well, within thy musing minde:
Wheron thou oughtest alwaies to meditate,
That man is man, by property and kinde.
Yea man is man, experience this doth try,
Who flourisheth here, but yet at last shall dye.
And ponder well, within thy musing minde:
Wheron thou oughtest alwaies to meditate,
That man is man, by property and kinde.
Yea man is man, experience this doth try,
Who flourisheth here, but yet at last shall dye.
For flesh is fraile, and framde of fickle clay,
Yea life is short, and breath is quickly gone:
Of whom the wormes doo seeke to make a pray,
When thou art dead, and couered vnder stone.
And to the wombe, where thou at first did lye,
Thou shalt returne, prepare thy selfe to dye.
Yea life is short, and breath is quickly gone:
Of whom the wormes doo seeke to make a pray,
When thou art dead, and couered vnder stone.
And to the wombe, where thou at first did lye,
Thou shalt returne, prepare thy selfe to dye.
Remember death, and thinke vpon the end,
Bequeath thy soule, vnto the Lord of might:
And craue of him, such mercy for to send,
That when thou diest, thou maist inioy the light:
Which few attaine aboue the clowdy skye,
which to attaine, prepare thy selfe to dy.
Bequeath thy soule, vnto the Lord of might:
And craue of him, such mercy for to send,
That when thou diest, thou maist inioy the light:
Which few attaine aboue the clowdy skye,
which to attaine, prepare thy selfe to dy.
And faint not (Dicke) though denting death be nere,
For why thou hast, run forth a roiall race:
Pull vp thy strength, take hart and bee of chere,
And fix thy minde, vpon that blessed place:
Whose ioyfull ioyes, were neuer seene of eye,
Nor thought of hart: prepare thy selfe to dy.
For why thou hast, run forth a roiall race:
Pull vp thy strength, take hart and bee of chere,
And fix thy minde, vpon that blessed place:
Whose ioyfull ioyes, were neuer seene of eye,
Nor thought of hart: prepare thy selfe to dy.
For euery man which liued the age before,
Could not resist, the denting stroke of death:
The strongest men, whose fame is kept in store,
Unto the fates, did yeeld their liuely breath:
Olde Adam hee, to this could not deny,
For why hee knew, that hee was borne to dy.
Could not resist, the denting stroke of death:
The strongest men, whose fame is kept in store,
Unto the fates, did yeeld their liuely breath:
Olde Adam hee, to this could not deny,
For why hee knew, that hee was borne to dy.
The former world, to this gaue their consent,
Saturnus liued, and after died againe:
Yea all his stocke, with this was well content,
When death doth come, none can resist his paine:
Death play thy part, and life away shall fly,
All must confesse, that they are borne to dy.
Saturnus liued, and after died againe:
Yea all his stocke, with this was well content,
When death doth come, none can resist his paine:
Death play thy part, and life away shall fly,
All must confesse, that they are borne to dy.
The stately streats, and Turrets all of Troy,
Be now cast downe, and flatling lie on ground:
All Pryams stocke, the Grecians did destroy,
Rare was his chance, and seldome to bee found:
Alas what tho, the Turrets all on hie,
Yeelded to dust, and Troians all did die.
Be now cast downe, and flatling lie on ground:
All Pryams stocke, the Grecians did destroy,
Rare was his chance, and seldome to bee found:
Alas what tho, the Turrets all on hie,
Yeelded to dust, and Troians all did die.
Eneas scapte, Antenor did the same,
Whom death pursued, with all his lordly route:
Some die in floods some other die in flame,
And Martiall blade, hath searched other out:
For when as death, this present life defie,
Prepare thy felfe, for then needes shalt thou dy.
Whom death pursued, with all his lordly route:
Some die in floods some other die in flame,
And Martiall blade, hath searched other out:
Prepare thy felfe, for then needes shalt thou dy.
Dy (oh my Dicke) why shouldst thou grutch to die,
What wouldest thou wish, to liue in this annoy?
What is there lost, that should delight thy eye?
What is there now, that should augment thy ioy?
Then farewell life, and welcome death say I,
Come, death, come, come, let vs prepare to dy.
What wouldest thou wish, to liue in this annoy?
What is there lost, that should delight thy eye?
What is there now, that should augment thy ioy?
Then farewell life, and welcome death say I,
Come, death, come, come, let vs prepare to dy.
Ah welcome death? alas what haue I sayd?
Nay welcome life, and farewell death againe:
But oh my freend, I pray be not dismaide,
For where wee liue, in death wee do remaine.
Then farewell death: the life it is on hy,
Which to obtaine, let vs prepare to dye.
Nay welcome life, and farewell death againe:
But oh my freend, I pray be not dismaide,
For where wee liue, in death wee do remaine.
Then farewell death: the life it is on hy,
Which to obtaine, let vs prepare to dye.
To dy I meane, out of this deadly life,
To dy I meane, out of this care and wo:
To dy I meane, out of this wofull strife,
To dy I meane, and free my selfe from fo:
To liue to life, and dy to sin meane I,
To liue in ioy, let vs prepare to dy.
To dy I meane, out of this care and wo:
To dy I meane, out of this wofull strife,
To dy I meane, and free my selfe from fo:
To liue to life, and dy to sin meane I,
To liue in ioy, let vs prepare to dy.
To liue in ioy, to liue in heauenly blisse,
To liue in ioy, in mirth solace and glee:
To liue in ioy, who would not dy for this,
To liue in ioy, where all the Angels bee:
To liue in ioy, which ioy none can descry,
To liue in ioy, let vs prepare to dy.
To liue in ioy, in mirth solace and glee:
To liue in ioy, who would not dy for this,
To liue in ioy, where all the Angels bee:
To liue in ioy, which ioy none can descry,
To liue in ioy, let vs prepare to dy.
Prepare to dy, out of this world of woe,
Prepare to dy, out of this sea of sin:
Prepare to dy, to hauty heauen to goe,
Prepare to dy, the heauenly life to win:
Prepare to dy, to liue within the sky,
Prepare to dy, I say prepare to dy.
Prepare to dy, out of this sea of sin:
Prepare to dy, to hauty heauen to goe,
Prepare to dy, the heauenly life to win:
Prepare to dy, to liue within the sky,
Prepare to dy, I say prepare to dy.
And though the paines, and pinching pangs of death,
Perhaps do stinge thy silly naked hart:
Bee not dismaid, feare not to yeeld thy breath,
To him which can aswage thy swelling smarte
And dreadfull dumpes: for of this minde am I,
With Christ to liue, feare not with Christ to dy.
Perhaps do stinge thy silly naked hart:
Bee not dismaid, feare not to yeeld thy breath,
To him which can aswage thy swelling smarte
And dreadfull dumpes: for of this minde am I,
With Christ to liue, feare not with Christ to dy.
And this thou knowest, that worldly life is vaine,
And though thou liue, perhaps yet forty yeares:
Confesse good Dicke, dissemble not nor faine,
Shall not those yeares, be garnished all with cares?
And yet at last, all this by proofe wee try,
When death doth call, then Dicke perforce must dy.
And though thou liue, perhaps yet forty yeares:
Confesse good Dicke, dissemble not nor faine,
Shall not those yeares, be garnished all with cares?
And yet at last, all this by proofe wee try,
When death doth call, then Dicke perforce must dy.
Perhaps thy freends, do sit in high renowne,
And thou by them, maist haue of good estate:
Perhaps thou wish to weare a Consuls gowne,
Or els to spend, thy life with ioyfull mate:
Wherto beeing raised, and to this state so hye,
Alas (thou sayest) twould greeue thee for to dye.
And thou by them, maist haue of good estate:
Perhaps thou wish to weare a Consuls gowne,
Or els to spend, thy life with ioyfull mate:
Wherto beeing raised, and to this state so hye,
Alas (thou sayest) twould greeue thee for to dye.
I know thy minde, thy freends oft haue I seene,
Their good estate I must confesse no doubt:
I know their care, which vpon thee haue beene,
I know the means, which parents haue sought out:
I know thy loue (oh Dicke) I doo not lye,
But for all this, prepare thy selfe to dye.
Their good estate I must confesse no doubt:
I know their care, which vpon thee haue beene,
I know the means, which parents haue sought out:
I know thy loue (oh Dicke) I doo not lye,
But for all this, prepare thy selfe to dye.
For why thou knowest, the soule it is most deare,
To bee preferd, before the body vilde:
Then if thou seekest for pleasures that be here,
To beautifie that part which is defilde:
Seeke, seeke, and search: thy dilligence apply,
T'adorne thy soule: prepare thy selfe to dye.
To bee preferd, before the body vilde:
Then if thou seekest for pleasures that be here,
To beautifie that part which is defilde:
Seeke, seeke, and search: thy dilligence apply,
T'adorne thy soule: prepare thy selfe to dye.
And thus I end, but one thing by the way,
If God graunt life and longer dayes to thee:
Thanke him therfore, to whom cease not to pray,
Both for thy selfe, and then thinke vpon mee:
Who for thy sake to mighty Ioue will cry,
To ayde vs both, but yet prepare to dy.
If God graunt life and longer dayes to thee:
Both for thy selfe, and then thinke vpon mee:
Who for thy sake to mighty Ioue will cry,
To ayde vs both, but yet prepare to dy.
And thus I ende, as erst I did begin,
Prepare to dy, for why thy flesh is fraile:
And call to minde, that Hauen to enter in,
Whose ioyfull bankes, in winter will preuaile:
In winters raine, when windes do blow in sky,
Couch in this hauen, so shalt thou neuer dy.
Prepare to dy, for why thy flesh is fraile:
And call to minde, that Hauen to enter in,
Whose ioyfull bankes, in winter will preuaile:
In winters raine, when windes do blow in sky,
Couch in this hauen, so shalt thou neuer dy.
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