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 his freende and kinsman I. Tin.
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To his freende and kinsman I. Tin.
Satius est initijs, mederi quam fini.
The Pacient which by yll successe doth beare the daungerous sore,
Whose swelling smart, & painful panges, increaseth more & more
Dooth seeke the Surgeons skilfull hand, his paine for to aswage,
Before the wound bee festered far, to mitigate his rage.
For why? the Surgeon willeth this, before the cure bee past,
Which done, hee layeth his helping hand, & heales the wound at last.
When winde hath rent with raging blast, the tender stocke and tree
At first if helpe begins to faile, then no redresse can bee.
And hunters vse to trade their hounds, in youth to hunting game,
Least that in age when time shall serue, they should neglect the same.
For that which breedeth by the bone, will hardly bee remoued,
And men in age will scarsely lothe, the thing which once they loued.
That thing to mee, which thou from mee didst purpose to conceale.
Fame telles to mee with sounding Trompe, that thou begins to loue,
I doo beleeue, yet Fame at first, could hardly credit moue.
But when as true Report was blased, Misdout was banisht quite,
And thou wert sayd to sue for grace, which is a louers right.
I speake by gesse, for why I lacke experience of the same,
I neuer serued her whom thou seruest, nor neuer playde her game.
Yet this I thinke and do confesse, that loue may well bee vsed,
I know the same, I read the same, it ought not bee refused.
So long as loue keepes lawfull loue, and flies from Cupids Court,
Or if vnto Dame Venus Uale, it ginnes not to resorte.
From whence (my freend) I counsel thee, with tender loue and care,
That thou abstaine, as well becomes thee to eschue that snare.
And fix not thou thy fancy there, where care is banisht quite,
But if thou loue, loue such a one, as may yeeld thee thy right.
For if thou run in Laborinth, without Ariadnes clew,
Tis hap if thou finde out the doore, wherin thou didst insew.
First looke, then leape: for why to leape, before thou seest the ground
Perhaps thou maist leape in the Sea, wheras thou shalt bee drownd
Or els vpon some craggy Cliffe, whose stones thy head will dash,
Or els vpon some pointed Speare, which in thy side will lash.
Then wilt thou say, ah ha my freend, thy wordes are proued true,
Then looke I pray, before you leape, and thus my freend adue.
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