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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To Maister Iobson. |
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To Maister Iobson.
Qui é nuce nucleum esse, vult nucem franget.
To maske within the Front of Fame, to wear the Laureat crown
To march with worthy Martial might, to purchase high renown.
It is not wonne with cowards hartes: for why such flickering fame,
Deserue such deedes as iustly may, demerit all the same.
And first the labor must bee spent, before the end insue,
And hee which seekes the sounding blast, no labor must eschue.
For as wee plainly see by proofe, that hee which gapes for gaine,
No daungerous death, or dint of sword, is giuen to disdaine.
So hee which seekes to liue for aye, within the mouth of men,
Will not refuse the strong conflict, within Leerna Fen.
Had Iason left the golden fleece, when hee to Colchos went,
If Aiax in the Troian toyle, at Greece had bin content:
The fleece had beene at Colchos stil, Medea had bin true,
And Aiax might haue held his hands, such valiant actes to shew.
Had Cæsar stayd in Britanny, had Brutus kept his ire,
Pompey had liued in royall Rome, and Percia kept from fire.
Yea neither hee, nor this nor that, had liued so fresh in minde,
But fame did force & pricke them foorth, which came of gentil kinde.
Glaucus, of whom the Poets pen, haue found pastime to wright,
Feared not the floods to follow her, which was his cheefe delight.
Then marke the end, and way the end, the ende is cause of fame,
And hee which hopes to win the end, doth neuer feare the same.
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