A friends advice In an excellent ditty, concering [sic] the variable changes in this world. To a pleasant new tune. Campion, Thomas, 1567-1620. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A79640 of text R232675 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing C408E). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 6 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2017 A79640 Wing C408E ESTC R232675 99900220 99900220 171039 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A79640) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 171039) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 2551:16) A friends advice In an excellent ditty, concering [sic] the variable changes in this world. To a pleasant new tune. Campion, Thomas, 1567-1620. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. (woodcuts) printed by I.B[ell] for Frrncis [sic] Coles, London : [1654?] By Thomas Campion; Wing suggest as author. Date of publication from Wing CD-ROM, 1996. Verse - "What if a day or a moneth or a yeare,". In two parts, printed side by side. In four columns with a woodcut above each column. Includes "The second part, to the same tune". Reproduction of original in the Bodleian Library, Oxford, England. eng Male friendship -- Early works to 1800. Broadsides -- England -- London A79640 R232675 (Wing C408E). civilwar no A friends advice. In an excellent ditty, concering [sic] the variable changes in this world. To a pleasant new tune. Campion, Thomas 1650 952 10 0 0 0 0 0 105 F The rate of 105 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the F category of texts with 100 or more defects per 10,000 words. 2007-10 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2007-10 Apex CoVantage Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2007-11 Emma (Leeson) Huber Sampled and proofread 2007-11 Emma (Leeson) Huber Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-02 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion A Friends Advice . In an excellent Ditty , concerning the variable changes in this World . To a pleasant new Tune . WHat if a day or a moneth or a yeare , crown thy delights , With a thousand wisht contentings ? Cannot the chance of a night or an hour crosse thy delights , with as many sad tormentings ? Fortunes in their fairest birth , are but blossoms dying , Wanton pleasures doting mirth , are but shadowes flying : All our joyes are but toyes , idle thoughts deceiving , None hath power of an hour , in our lives be reading . What if a smile , or a beck , or a look , Féed thy fond thoughts with many a swéet conceiving ? May not that smile , or that beck , or that look tell thée as wel they are but vain deceiving ? Why should beauty be so proud , in things of no surmounting ? All her wealth is but a shroud , of a rich accounting : Then in this repose no blisse , which is so vain and idle : Beauties flowers have their hours , time doth hold the bridle . What if the world with allures of her wealth Raise thy degrée to a place of high advancing ? May not the world by a check of that wealth , put thée again to a low despiced chancing ? Whilst the sunne of wealth doth shine , thou shalt have friends plenty , But come want , then they repine , not one abides of twenty , Wealth and Friends holds and ends , all your fortunes rise and fall , Vp and down rise and frown , certain is no state at all . What if a grief , or a strain , or a fit , Pinch thée with pain , or the feeling pangs of sicknesse ? Doth not that gripe or that strein or that fit , Shew thee the form of thy own true perfect likeness ? Health is but a glimpse of joy subject to all changes , Mirth is but a silly toy , which mishap estranges , Tel me then , silly man , why art thou so weak of wit , As to be in jeoperdy , when thou maist in quiet sit ? Then if all this have declar'd thine amisse take it from me as a gentle friendly warning ; If thou refuse , and good councel abuse , Thou maist hereafter dearly buy thy learning : All is hazard that we have , there is nothing biding , Dayes of pleasure are like streames , through fair Meddowe● bliding Wealth or woe , time doth go , there is no returning ▪ Secret fates guid our ●tates , both in mirth and m●urning . The second Part , to the same Tune MAns but a blast , or a smoak , or a cloud , That in a thought or a moment is dispersed : Life 's but a span , or a tale , or a word that in a trice , on sudden is rehearsed : Hopes are chang'd ▪ and thoughts are crost , Will nor skill prevaileth Though we laugh and live at ease , change of thoughts assayleth , Though a while fortune smile , and her comforts frowneth , Yet at length failes her strength , and in fine she frowneth . Thus are the joyes of a year in an hour , and of a moneth , in a moment quite expired , But in the night with the word of a noise , crost by the day , of an ease our hearts desired : Fairest blossoms soonest fade , withered foul and rotten , And through griefe our greatest joyes quickly are forgotten : Séeke not then ( mortall men ) earthly fléeting pleasure , But with pain strive to gaine heavenly lasting treasure . Earth to the world , as a man to the earth , hath but a point , and a point is so●● defaced : Flesh to the soul as a flower to the Sun , that in a storme or a tempest is disgraced : Fortune may the body please , which is onely carnall ▪ But it wil the ●oul disease , that is still immortal , Earthly joyes are but toyes , to the soules election , Worldly grace doth deface , mans divine perfection . Fleshly delight to the earth that is flesheth ▪ may be the cause , of a thousand swéet contentings ; But the defaults of a fleshly desire , brings to the soul many thousand sad tormentings : Be not proud presumptuous man , sith thou art a point so base , Of the least and lowest Element : which hath least and lowest place : Marke thy fate and thy state , which is onely earth and dust ▪ And as grasse , which alas shortly surely perish must . Let not the hopes of an earthly desire , bar thée the joyes of an earnest contentation , Nor let thy eye on the world be so sixt , to hinder thy heart from unfained recantation : Be not backward in that course , that may bring thy soul delight , Though another way may seem far more pleasant to thy sight ; Do not go , if he sayes no , That knowes the secrets of thy mind , Follow this thou shalt not misse an endlesse happiness to find . FINIS . London printed by I. B. for Frrncis Coles .