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The Pastime of Pleasure by Stephen Hawes

A literal reprint of the earliest complete copy (1517) with variant readings from the editions of 1509, 1554, and 1555 together with introduction notes, glossary, and indexes: By William Edward Mead

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X. Of dysposycyon the .ii. parte of rethoryke ca. x

The seconde parte / of crafty rethoryke
Maye well be called dysposycyon
That doth so hyghe mater aromatytyke
Adowne dystyll / by consolacyon
As olde poetes / make demonstracyon
That Mercury thrugh his premynence
His natyues endueth / with famous eloquence
By veray reason / it maye ryght well appere
That dyuers persones / in sundry wyse delyght
Theyr consolacyons / doth contratry so steere

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That many myndes / maye not agre aryght
Suche is the planettes / of theyr course and myght
But what for that / be it good or yll
Them for to folowe / it is at mannes frewyll
And dysposycyon / the trewe seconde parte
Of rethoryke / doothe euermore dyrecte
The maters founde / of this noble arte
Gyuynge them place / after the aspecte
And oftyme / it hathe the inspecte
As frome a fayre parfyte narracyon
Or elles by a stedfaste argumentacyon
The whiche was constytute / by begynnynge
As on the reason / and yf apparaunce
Of the cause / than by outwarde semynge
Be harde and dyffyculte / in the vtteraunce
So as the mynde / haue no perceyueraunce
Nor of the begynnynge / can haue audyence
Than must narracyon / begynne the sentence
And yf it be a lytle probable
Frome ony maner stedfast argument
We ordre it / for to be ryght stable
Aad than we neuer / begyn our sentement
Recytynge lettres / not conuenyent
But this commutacyon / shoulde be refused
Without cause or thynge / make it be vsed
This that I wryte / is harde and couert
To them that haue / nothynge intellygence
Vp so downe / they make it oft transuert
Or that they can knowe / the experyence

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Of this crafte / and facundyous scyence
By dysposycyon / the rethorycyan
To make lawes / ordynatly began
Without dysposycyon / none ordre gan be
For the dysposycyon / ordreth euery matter
And gyueth the place / after the degre
Without ordre / without reason we clatter
Where is no reason / it vayleth not to chatter
Dysposycyon / ordreth a tale dyrectly
In a perfyte reason / to conclude truely
The fatall problemes / of olde antyquyte
Cloked with myst / and with cloudes derke
Ordred with reason / and hye auctoryte
The trouthe dyde shewe / of all theyr couert werke
Thus haue they made / many a noble clerke
To dysnull myschefe / and inconuenyence
They made our lawes / with grete dylygence
Before the lawe / in a tumblynge barge
The people sayled / without parfytenes
Throughe the worlde / all aboute at large
They hadde none ordre / nor no stedfastnes
Tyll rethorycyans / founde Iustyce doubtles
Ordenynge kynges / of ryghte hye dygnyte
Of all comyns / to haue the souerainte
The barge to stere / with lawe and Iustyce
Ouer the wawes / of this lyfe transytorye
To dyrecte wronges / and also preiudyce
And tho that wyll resyste a contrary
Agaynste theyr kynge / by Iustyce openly

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For theyr rebellyon / and euyll treason
Shall suffre dethe / by ryght and reason
O what laude / glory and grete honoure
Vnto these poetes / shall be notyfyed
The whiche dystylled / aromatyke lycour
Clensynge our syght / with ordre puryfyed
Whose famous draughtes / so exemplyfyed
Sette vs in ordre / grace and gouernaunce
To lyue dyrectly / without encombraunce
But many one / the whiche is rude and dull
Wyll dyspyse theyr warke for lacke of connynge
All in vayne / they do so hayle and pull
Whan they therof / lacke vnderstandynge
They grope ouer / where is no felynge
So dull they are / that they can not fynde
This ryall arte / for to perceyue in mynde