The vvorkes of a young wyt trust vp with a Fardell of pretie fancies, profitable to young Poetes, preiudicial to no man, and pleasaunt to euery man to passe away idle tyme withall. Whereunto is ioyned an odde kynde of wooing, with a Banquet of Comfettes, to make an ende withall. Done by N. B. Gentleman |
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Primordium.
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Primordium.
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Farmer, he, that newe breakes vp a ground:
and dooth not know, what fruit, the soyle will yeelde.
The cheapest seede, that (lyghtly) may be found,
he (commonly) bestowes vpon that fielde.
For tryall, first, as (best for his behoue,)
by proofe of that, how better graine wil prooue.
and dooth not know, what fruit, the soyle will yeelde.
The cheapest seede, that (lyghtly) may be found,
he (commonly) bestowes vpon that fielde.
For tryall, first, as (best for his behoue,)
by proofe of that, how better graine wil prooue.
And as I thinke the cheapest kynde of grayne,
on newe digd grounde the Farmer can bestowe,
Whereof to reape some profit for his payne,
are Otes, a grayne which euery man dooth knowe:
Which proouing yll, his losse can be but small,
if well, such gaynes, as he may lyue withall.
on newe digd grounde the Farmer can bestowe,
Whereof to reape some profit for his payne,
are Otes, a grayne which euery man dooth knowe:
Which proouing yll, his losse can be but small,
if well, such gaynes, as he may lyue withall.
What sayd I? Otes? Why, Otes there are I see,
of diuers kyndes, as some are crumted wylde:
And they are light: and yet with them some be,
in steed of better many tymes beguyld.
And sure I thinke that wylde lyght kynde of grayne,
my selfe haue sowne, within my barren brayne.
of diuers kyndes, as some are crumted wylde:
And they are light: and yet with them some be,
in steed of better many tymes beguyld.
And sure I thinke that wylde lyght kynde of grayne,
my selfe haue sowne, within my barren brayne.
But tis no matter, smal hath been my cost:
and this is first tyme that I sturd my brayne,
Besydes, I haue, but little labour lost,
in idle tyme to take a little payne.
And though, I loose, both payne, and grayne in deede:
my ground, I trowe, will serue for better seede.
and this is first tyme that I sturd my brayne,
Besydes, I haue, but little labour lost,
in idle tyme to take a little payne.
And though, I loose, both payne, and grayne in deede:
my ground, I trowe, will serue for better seede.
For as the Farmer, though his croppe be yll,
the seede yet lost will fatten well the grounde.
And when he seekes for better grayne to tyll,
and sowes good grayne, then is the profit found.
For, all the first, that good was, for no grayne,
will beare good fruite, but with a little payne.
the seede yet lost will fatten well the grounde.
And when he seekes for better grayne to tyll,
and sowes good grayne, then is the profit found.
For, all the first, that good was, for no grayne,
will beare good fruite, but with a little payne.
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So my rude brayne, that at the fyrst (God wote)
was good for naught, no kynd of fruite would yeeld:
New broken vp, will now yet beare an Ote,
and as I hope, wil prooue a prety field:
I lyke it tothe better, that I fynd,
the Otes so sowne, do not come vp in kynd.
was good for naught, no kynd of fruite would yeeld:
New broken vp, will now yet beare an Ote,
and as I hope, wil prooue a prety field:
I lyke it tothe better, that I fynd,
the Otes so sowne, do not come vp in kynd.
For surely, all the Otes I sowed, were wilde,
and light God wote: and cheape, they cost me nought:
And now if that I be not much beguild,
they prooue good Otes, and will be quickely bought:
Mary my croppe I reape is very small,
but what is lost, my ground is made withall.
and light God wote: and cheape, they cost me nought:
And now if that I be not much beguild,
they prooue good Otes, and will be quickely bought:
Mary my croppe I reape is very small,
but what is lost, my ground is made withall.
And when I till, and sow a better grayne,
mine Otes so lost, I shall not then repent:
My profite then, will so requite my payne,
as I shall thinke, my labour pretly spent:
And eke in time, I hope with taking payne,
to make it fit, to beare a right good grayne.
mine Otes so lost, I shall not then repent:
My profite then, will so requite my payne,
as I shall thinke, my labour pretly spent:
And eke in time, I hope with taking payne,
to make it fit, to beare a right good grayne.
These Otes (alas) are fonde and foolish toyes,
which, often tymes, doo enter in the minde:
The thoughtes of which, giue cause of griefe or ioyes,
which are so lighte, as turne with euery winde.
And, suche wilde Otes, I meane wilde thoughts God knowes,
are all the grayne that in my ground now growes.
which, often tymes, doo enter in the minde:
The thoughtes of which, giue cause of griefe or ioyes,
which are so lighte, as turne with euery winde.
And, suche wilde Otes, I meane wilde thoughts God knowes,
are all the grayne that in my ground now growes.
But yet I see that all the Otes I sowde,
I meane the thoughts that enter in my minde,
Are not come vp: not halfe of them is showde:
and some come vp, are blowen away with wynde.
The rest that stand, are such as here you see,
which if you lyke, then take them as they be.
I meane the thoughts that enter in my minde,
Are not come vp: not halfe of them is showde:
and some come vp, are blowen away with wynde.
The rest that stand, are such as here you see,
which if you lyke, then take them as they be.
These thoughts in deede, were causes of such crimes,
as in my bookes here playne apparant be:
Which, as I sat halfe idle many tymes,
I wrote (God wote) at randon, as you see:
Which though they be but wilde lyght Otes in deede,
will make my ground yet fit for better seede.
as in my bookes here playne apparant be:
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I wrote (God wote) at randon, as you see:
Which though they be but wilde lyght Otes in deede,
will make my ground yet fit for better seede.
Now I haue thought on thousand causes mo
then I haue showne, as well of griefe as ioye:
Some are forgot, and those I cannot showe:
and when I wrote vpon too fond a toye,
And that withall my selfe mislykte the same,
strayght to the fyre, for feare of further blame.
then I haue showne, as well of griefe as ioye:
Some are forgot, and those I cannot showe:
and when I wrote vpon too fond a toye,
And that withall my selfe mislykte the same,
strayght to the fyre, for feare of further blame.
But such as these which by desert in deede,
I here doo terme tozes of an idle head?
Are all the croppe, that yet of al my seede
I reape this yeere, the rest I thinke be dead:
But they so lost, will better make my braine,
to yeelde good fruite, when so I tyll agayne.
I here doo terme tozes of an idle head?
Are all the croppe, that yet of al my seede
I reape this yeere, the rest I thinke be dead:
But they so lost, will better make my braine,
to yeelde good fruite, when so I tyll agayne.
For I protest as thus aduisde, at lest,
next tyme I tyll, to sowe some better grayne:
Untill which tyme, I friendly you request,
to take in woorth these first fruites of my brayne:
Accounting thus my braine a new digd ground,
my rimes wilde Otes, which euery where abound.
next tyme I tyll, to sowe some better grayne:
Untill which tyme, I friendly you request,
to take in woorth these first fruites of my brayne:
Accounting thus my braine a new digd ground,
my rimes wilde Otes, which euery where abound.
And for my labour more then halfe quite lost,
Laugh not yet at me, for my folly such:
Nor haue regard at all vnto my cost,
my paines were most, although not very much:
Which paines so spent, these trifling toies to write:
I haue imploide to purchase thy delight.
Which though but toyes, yet if they like thee well,
yeeld friendly thankes: and so my friend farewell.
Laugh not yet at me, for my folly such:
Nor haue regard at all vnto my cost,
my paines were most, although not very much:
Which paines so spent, these trifling toies to write:
I haue imploide to purchase thy delight.
Which though but toyes, yet if they like thee well,
yeeld friendly thankes: and so my friend farewell.
Finis.
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