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 |
 |
[No sickenesse such, as is the griefe of minde] |
 | The vvorkes of a young wyt |  |
[No sickenesse such, as is the griefe of minde]
[_]
My Muse hauing heard this, told me that patience was the best Medicine for such a sickenesse. And thereuppon wild me wryte vppon Patience, as followeth.
No
sickenesse such, as is the griefe of minde,
no cunning more, then for to cure the same:
Rare is the helpe, yet this I plainly find,
for euery sore, some salue dooth Phisicke frame:
And so I thinke in deepest of distresse,
some meane there is, to lend the mind redresse.
no cunning more, then for to cure the same:
Rare is the helpe, yet this I plainly find,
for euery sore, some salue dooth Phisicke frame:
And so I thinke in deepest of distresse,
some meane there is, to lend the mind redresse.
But what that is, no writer shewes the name,
experience makes ech man himselfe to know:
But for my part, sure patience is the same,
in greatest griefe, whereby my ease doth growe:
And so I iudge, in greatest griefe of minde,
that other men the like reliefe doe finde.
experience makes ech man himselfe to know:
But for my part, sure patience is the same,
in greatest griefe, whereby my ease doth growe:
9
that other men the like reliefe doe finde.
For proofe whereof, the passing panges of loue
who dare denie, the greatest griefe that is,
Which from the minde, no meane can wel remoue,
but many wayes, torments it sore Iwis.
In this I saye so greate a mallady,
patience perforce is only remedy.
who dare denie, the greatest griefe that is,
Which from the minde, no meane can wel remoue,
but many wayes, torments it sore Iwis.
In this I saye so greate a mallady,
patience perforce is only remedy.
Where Patience comes, despaire with foule anoie
is driune awaye, and hope supplies the place:
Hope comforte bringes, and comforte causeth ioie,
and one Ioie bringes an other Ioye apace.
Oh sweete reliefe, chiefe comforte of the minde:
God graunte me thee, in all my griefes to finde.
is driune awaye, and hope supplies the place:
Hope comforte bringes, and comforte causeth ioie,
and one Ioie bringes an other Ioye apace.
Oh sweete reliefe, chiefe comforte of the minde:
God graunte me thee, in all my griefes to finde.
Finis.
| The vvorkes of a young wyt | |