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I m TT*C^l3t v ^V^ M-£M^| Imprinted at London, by i'SjSj^n Holr.. t, 1 5* *■ TO THE RIGHT HONORA- ble Robert Deverevx Earle of Eflcx and Evc,Vicountof Hereford, lord Ferrer of Chartley, Berchcr and LouM»e t Af*/lcr of the Queena Afaiejlies horfe, Knight of the noble order of the garter, and one of hirLAfttitRies honorable prime Counfell ^Thomas Churchyard nt/betbtnereafe of all wifbed — honor, happwes of hfe, worlds rood _ mll/wd eucrLiling - fame. •"" kfrx*^ Greater boldnes cannot be ^committed (Right Honora- ible ) than to prefent Pam- Iphlets and Poetrie to noble Councilors that gouernes a publike ftate, though in all ages reafonable writers, that kept an orderly compaiTe, were fuffc red in verfeorprofe (fo their inuentions were not farced ful of vanitie) to (hew good will in the dedication of fomc honed: labors, to fuch honorable perfonages, as was woorthie of any good volumes, or in the woorth of vcrtue, excelled the waight and value of numbers, that neither merits lauda- tion, nor (be w no fufficiency to be falutcd widi a bookc. But u h at I fee and the world reports A 2 of THE EPISTLE of your Lordlhip, makes me fomwhat hardic tooffcraprefent, yetfimplenes offpiritand want of profound learning, hath fo muffled my mufes,that they dare not fpcake,nor I pre- fumeto write, neuerthelcs thinking on your twenty fold honorable father (my great good Lord) matchleffe in our world, thatcariedin his bread the feare of God, and wan with his life the louc of men ( fo noble was his minde) I flood nothing difcouraged , bicaufe a fbl- dier like noble fonne of his is left aliue , to follow the (reps of fo ftately a father, and to fhine abouc and beyond the courfc of thou- fands in this time, or is likely to come after this age. To trcate of particulars inthatbe- halfe, I mould prefume too far, and vnadui- fedly come too fhort of matter fit for this caufe. Wherefore I am to leauethofedeepe confiderations, and drop into the (hallowncs of mine owne ftudies , that brings foorth a foooke of the coldnes of charitie , bicaufe a great noble man, told me this laft: wet fom- mer, The weather was too colde for Poets; On which fauorable words, I bethought me that DEDICATORIE. that charitie in court and all the world ouer, was become fo cold,that neither hot fommer, fcruent fire, nor heate of fiinne could make warme againe, in that comfortable fort as our forefathers haue felt it : fo my good L.follow- ing that onely theamc of cold weather (being apt to take any theam)to write on,in as fweetc aphrafcand tcrmesas I may deuifc (putting in the praife of Poets withall) I fmoothly paflc ouer (without bitter fpeeches) the corruption of this world, anddifguhed maners of men, riding by the new fanglenes of a multitude, and not dafhing any ones infirmitie,with blot of difgrace, orblemifli of credit, hoping the bed fort ihallftand pleafed with, howfoeuer thewoorft (happily may be touched) do of mccrc malice, wrcft awry the honeft meaning ofaplaine writer. For the dutifull regard, to- wards the purchafing of your L.fauor hath fo fiftcdeuery word and fentencc, that no one verfe or line ihall bee orTcnfnie to a foundc judgement and good conftru&ion. And for that now (by reafon of great age)my wits and inucntions arc almoft wearied with writing of THE EPISTLE,&c. ofbookes (this being one of the 1 aft) Itookc this taske in hand, atlargc to dilate fomewhac of Charitie, which would to God I had as great power to reuiue,as the world hau\pcca- fion to remember. Thus ouer-bold to trouble your L.folong with the reading of fofimple anEpiftlc, I proceed vnder your honorable fupportation, to my purpofed matter, wifli- ingyourL. euerlaftingfame, credit, and ho- nor, moft humbly at commandement, THOMAS CHVRCHYARD. AN EVERLASTING MEMORIE OF CHRISTIAN i comfort to the Queencs mod excellent Maieftie. OGramous dame, in whofc graue Judgment great The heauens hie, lies open plainc to fight The earth belowe, takes from thy rcgall (cat (In darken: daies) his hope and eleereft light. For at thy feet, a world of woorthies fall* Elizabeth, amonarketothemall. An Empreffe hecre, three kingdoms fliowes vs plaine On which three realms, our Queen may rightly raine. O treble Queen, the fweetc and higheft part That wc like beft, and mrilleft voice doth found Tiie onely meane, to (hew deepc muilcks ait Where all the skill; of well fet fong is found. Grant filly man, a grace that mcanes to fing Of heaunly lone, and of none other thing. He fings of peace, a fong iliould lull aflecpe T he felleft feends, and fearfull bugs below Peace charms with words, the wolfc that wearies lhccp That neither lambc, norkidaitraieihallgoe. For as the hen, hir chickens keepes from kite So charirie, doth iaue hir children all From common plagues, and wicked worlds defpire A And^ And all the wrath, that from the clouds can fall. She fpreds hir wings, to keepe hir birds from cold And learns poore chicks, to picke Vp graines ofgold. This charitie, (b chcckles ore hir broode Sta {crapes the earth, to make hir yoong ones feed And freely from, hirfelfe doth (pare them foode She takes in hart, fuch care for thole that needc. If charitie, were not the onely nurfe To nouriih vp, each thing that life doth bcare This backward world, would grow from ill to woorfc Andbrutiihtolke, would baniihloue and feare. Warme Chriftian Ioue, as long as life doth laft Doth bide the fhocke, and brunt ofeurie blaft. A nd kindled once, in any princely hart It burnes and flames, as hot as iEthna hill Creepes throw the vains, and nerues in euerie pan. Cannot be quencht, with water,wirnor skill. A heaunly grace, maintains a heaunly Ioue Each thing diuinc, diuinelyisfetfoorth Planted like rocke, that nothing may remoue Garnifht like gold, orperlc of greateft woorth. The charitie, I meane is garded fo A nd for hir faith, through fire and aire may goe. But what is that, to him that fings a fon^ \* twenty parts, when he one voice mud: found ft e fume s to tell, a talc perchance too long To To facred eares, whofe iudgcmenr is profound Sing hie or lowe, how ere the tune he takes For one fmall iar, the fong begins againe No ihift may (erue, for concord mufickc makes Mod harmonic, confifts in prickfong plaine. Diuifiondoth, butteare in peeccs fmall The minnems long, and little crotchets all. Full foftly blowcs, aquictcalmic winde A ftill milde voice, doth pleafe the hearers well No note nor ring, fo much contents the mind As folemne found, of cleere fweet filuer bell. Othatmymufe, might get fo great a grace A s credit win, throw any found it ilioes I die to fee, one fearfull frowne of face Where thefe meeke words, and humble verfcs goes. Now mirthles fong, begin thy new found note As ftrange a ftraine, as any eare hath hard If world would lcarne, to fing the fame by rote Good charitie, mould grow in more regard. Play well thy part, fofliall the grcateft (mile • And meaneft fort, of force be plcafd the while. Tim CWvtfltet mos} humble [truant, m Thomas Churchyard. WHat fong mould pleafe, a facred princes eares Which likes no tu:ies,butmufickfwcet& found Weake were my mufe, to offer lighes and te3res V\ here io> full mirth, and glndnes doth abound Hut troubled mind, thatrowleson rcltles ground In forrow lings, the fecrets of the hart Becaufe fad man, can ling no fwcerer part. O charitie helpe, Of charitie, that makes a folemnenoies A ftrange conforr, 1 hope well tunde I bring Ofheauenlieloue, thatpafTethearthlie loies In formall wife, a true fet fong I ling Would God the found, through al the world might ring That charitie, which ech one ought to kecpe Might waken now, that long hath laine a flcepe. O charitie helpe. Shee hath bin brought, in (lumber fundrie waics With luilabic, as nurfe doth rocke hir childe The cradle gaie, ofpleafant nights and daies With too much eafe, hath charitie bcguilde And now God wot, the world is waxt fo wilde That charitie, muft needs make ech thing tame That wilde difcord, hath brought deanc out of frame. O charitie helpe. Pity and ruth, are fled or banifb: quite And in their place, comes rigor rudelicclcd Godlie remorfe, is drownd in worlds delite Good confhence feares, that charitie is dead Loue looketh downe, and hare holds vp the head Troth bardic lines, and rrctchriethriucs apace Defercs doth flame, and meanewcll hide* his face. O charitie help' Frankncs Franknes is blinde, afte&ion dims his fight Largcs is lolt, hardnes (applies hispbcc Wrong runsfofwjfr, itouer-g3llops right Good. ies limps downe, and halts in many a cafe Do well dorh droupe, or walks with muffled face Vertue and vice, now u f rattles for a fall And io the ttrong, will thrufl the weake to wall. O charitiehelpe. Stoutncs with ftrength, ftnkcsflatthefecble force Doune is kept downc, and neuer like to rife Malice and might, rides both vpon one horfe (Sir Packolcts naggc, rhar gallops through the skies) judgement growes grolfe, ore weening wanteth eies Will is a wagge, walte hath the wager woon 1 or all the date, of our rcdrefle is done. O charitiehelpe. Loyaltie weeps, and flatvrie laughes and fmiles Goodwill is fcornd, and puts vp many a taunt Pouertieisplagudc, or oucrmatcht with wiles Plamnes compljines, but pride bids him auaunt Crucltie the curre, with eric of hounds will chaunt Eut bandog bites, full fore before he barke And craft the carle, ttill iuggles in the darke. O charitiehelpe. Friendlhiplookespale, it hath an ague fit Fauour is faint, and lame it cannot go Finencs is falfe, and hill of fubtill wit Faith giues faire words, ar.d breaketh promis fo Conttanciereelcs, and daggers to and fro Chnntic mufl needs, reforme thefc follies ttrange That by abufe, doth noble nature change, O charitiehelpe. Dutic Dutie doth die, to driuc on diueliih drifts Stubbornes ftriues, to wrangle for a ftrawe Cunning long Hues, by cufnagc and by (hifts Difordcr thriues, with neither rule nor lau e People growes proud, without true feare or awe If fuffrancc fee, thefe prancks and hold his peace Goodnes decaies, and badnes (hall encreafe. O charitie helpe. If charitie be, the foode or fruitc of faith Where bloomes that tree, where doth thofe branches True charitie fure, as wifeft people faith (bud Is working (till, and euerdooing good Loue helpes our health, as life maintaines the blood But where no helpe, nor fuccour we may finde There charitie, is almoft out of ininde. O charitie helpe. If through my faith, great mountaines I may moue And can raife vp, to life the dead from graue That withred faith, brings foorth no fruitc of loue It gaines no grace, what cuer hope I haue If charitie be, the thing which good men craue God graunt that I, and all that heares the fame May ling that fong, like Sidrack in the flame. O charitie helpe. My humble hart, hopes now but for difpatch Of life that walks, away like candle blafc Theclocke will ftrickc, in haite I heare the watch That founds the bell, whereon the people gafe My forces faile, my wits are in a mafc My corps confumes, my skin and bones doth (hew* The foule is glad, the bodie hence (hall go. O charitie helpe. Truth Truth waited long, on your fweetc facred raigne To catch fome crums, that from your tabic fals I (owe in teares, and reaps but bitter paine That makes hcke foule, lie groning by the wals Where hands a crolle, for helpc to heaucn cals So fucks vp fighes, and forrow of the minde Asboylmgbrclt, blowesfaft for aire and windc. Ocharitiehelpe. My nvjfe doth mufe, how labour loft his time And feruice great, doth get fo fmall rcgarde I neuer thriude, by profc nor plcafant rime Nor couldin world, beany way prefard An open figne, my thanklcs hap is hard Yet numbers of, my vene name and race By prince in court, were cald to woorthie place* Ocharitiehelpe, I am the Drone, that bees beats from the hiue The vglicOule, that kites and crowes do hate The drawing oxe, that dounes do daily driue The haples hindc, that hath the hatefull fate (That wearcsailfutes andfeafonsoutofjiate) If deftny fo, alots men fuch hard chance They pafle the pikes, that fortune will aduancc. O chantie hclpc. My paflage is, like one that rides in port Through warer, hie, and all the hazards heerc And fo draws home, aweary grifly ghoft Whofe loflc of youth , bines loathfomcagetoo decre Nowconib account, ofdaies,of houresandyecre My debts are ltald, as oft bare bankrouts be The graue paies all, Jud fets my bondage free. Ocharitiehelpe. The The wo of war j, and pride and pompe of peace The toile of world, and Troubles here and there And churliih checks, of fortune I releafe Their heauie crofle, I can no longer beare In peeces fmall, my fcribbled fcrowles I tearc So flinging verfe, and bookcs before your feet I crauc fome crownes, to bie my flirouding (heet. O charitie helpc. All hope is gone, of any earthly hap The axe is come, to giue the falling blow Downe flies the bowes, the tree hath loft his fap Vp to the clouds, like fmoke the breath (hall go AfilliepurTe, ofwinde ends all this wo O gramous Queene, then fome companion take Before my foule, this combrous caue forfake. O charitie helpc. If nothing come, of feruice,futeand troth True man mult trudge, and leaue his natiue foile Abroad the world, to fee how fortune goth In any place, where faith is free from foyle Heere with vaine hope, my felfe and life I fpoile Fir ft loft my youth, fo time and all is gone Age findes no friends, nor helpe of any one. O charitie helpe. Of charitie, a great difcourfe is made VntoanEarlc, I honor in this land It is not hid, nor fits in filcnt made Would God it were, in your faire bleflcd hand There lies the notes, as thicke as is the fand And there I fine;, threeparts in one at left "And in fweetelound, truemufickeisexpreft. O charitie helpe, or elfe aduc the pen For I muft march, againe with marihall men. FINIS. To the gcnerall Readers. IF ought amijfe, you finde good%eader heere, \ His fault it is, that lings no fveete nor loud: IVhen he caught told, and voice could not be chert, Tecaufe ech note, is cloked vr.der cloud, He craud no helpe, nor flole from no m.insfong, Onepeece nor part, of muftcke any waie : Ne fembreeffe.breefe, nor yet ne larke nor lour, For he hath skill, tndeskant fome men fate, tSfnd on the bafe, can mak$ three parts in one, Andfet newfongs, when all the old are g one. , Though fome beleeue, but hardly that he makes, Thefe thmgs or i bat, which feemes far pail his reach, Tufh though old head, and hand witbpaulftefbakft, Let no ill wiff, plain e miters pen appeach : If you do loue, no monggiue ech man right : %ob not the tuft, of any prajfe well won, Way not mens worth, with watghts tn baOance light, For truth is truth, when all is faide and don: Tou may as well, fay white and red is blacks, And Sun and Moone, art ft tele and marble ft out : As fay or tbinke, behinde a miters backe. He borrowed that, which he clatmes as his owne : Ogiue men leaue, to father i heir owne chtlde t Let it be foule, or f aire as babies are, Aftubbome boye, a cracke-rope tame or wilde, Begot tn bafte, and brought Vppoore and bare : How ere they be, blindeJame,or/hapt amie, VgUe to fight, bigge, boulchonsjowe or hie, Thofe yoonglwgs all, the Dad can not denit, Are hts that font, thrfe babes abroad to nurfe, (Like orphautt weakf, that knoves not what to do) *Vtib bleffmgi great, and not with parents cm fe, ' That piortens life, and gets q ds anger to : Children were woont, tobeare their fathers name NttontdHrslfay, intarneil tell or skpne, \ _ Tothegcncrall Readers. f (To hinder chtlde, of fpotleffe birth and fame ) t/ilawfuil (ontiCy was but a baftard borne. Both beafl and bird, their yoong ones do defend. So {hall my Mufe, matntatne that I haue pend, 7 hen bring Shores wife, in question now no more, t J fethir foorth, in colours at /he goes ', Sir Rafe Bowfer a worihipfull knight witncf- ieth where and when I penned that. *■ And as fhe went, lilee gallant lajfe before, So other %yrls, as gate and frefb as rofe, With verfe bane I, fet foorth in fundrte forts, As braue as/be, what ere dtfdaine reports, That humor now, declines for age drawes on, The full tide is, of fine inuention gon : Sbbe followesfloud, when vitall vaines waxe dead, Wtt we ares and wasles, as torch con fumes with wtnde, When water turnes, driegrowes a flowing head: In age ech thing, decaies by courfe of itjnde: Yet whiles the oyle, in lampe may make a blaze, Or candell in, thefocttet [bewes a light, On (parking flame, the cleerefl etes willgaz*, And comfort finde, thereby in darkest nig bt : J j eeld to time, that tike a fit be cuts cleane, Jill that doth grow, in fprtng or fall of leafe. And wtfb in world, my treble were a meane, That I might fine, to cares that are not deafe, A note fhoutd finite, as deepe in iugging brefl, Aseueryet, tn fea did ancker reft : Songs are but likt, as fancies gtues them leaue, Both wetland tU, as founds of trumpets are, Though Syrens voice, the hearers doth deceaue, tjfrlwc hath no charme, but open plain e and kttre, As I was borne, fo (peaks I EngUfhfttU, To lofe my patnes, and win t he worlds g ood wiB, No lojfefomuch, as credit cracks w*tb pen, > Nor game fo great, as Luc of bene ft men. Fare you wclL The Author to his bookc. GO now plame booke \ where thou ma •/) l welcom find ', / J 'alkf throw t he world, till finds do thee embrace : Let foes alone, obay i hy ma/lers mind, For fear nor threat, hide not afautlejfeface. Win courts goodwill, the countries loue us gawd, With rvife men jl 'ay, from froward wits beware : At plotv and cart , plame jfeech is not dtfdatnd : Sit downe with thofe, that feeds on hungrtefart, For they haue time, to note what t hou doflfaie, Let gallants go, they mil butgtue a gibe : Or take thee vp, andfltng thee flnxight awate, Touch not fmooth hands, that vfe to take a bribe. They better like, full bags than bufte bookes, Shun from the fight, of glortoHi peacockj proud : Their onlte pomp, /lands all on flat cite lookes, Theyglowm and sleoull, Mtweare a rajr.tc cloud. Qtue bablmg toor.gs, goodie tine to taunt and talkf, Tfieir tafle ugone, tkey oft take chefe for c halite. Bid fc or n full heads, let t rue -plaint lines alone, That harmles are, and came from low lie hart: Taffe not in haffe, t o people fir ange vnknowne, Le.ifl tudgment fwtft , do take on thee the flart. And fun beyond, thy reach full many a skore, . Go flow lie foorth, wirli thanks come qutckh borne : Bring no rebuke, for that nips near and fore, Trrere better far, abroad thou (houldjl not rome. Though thou be blind, yet thofe that well can fee, If thou ojfend, will find g re at fault with mee. Behaue thy felfe, as mildly at thou mar/?, Ltkf meffenger, that doth hie arnd writ ht : Thy miller mufl, affrme eachthmg thouftifi. 7 he darkffl word, at length mufl come to bght, Likf pilgrim go, andpalfe throw perils all. Take well in worth, nhai hap doth thee befall. 'B Retume The Author to his bookc. Rtturne no more, to me till nerves thou bring, Ofpraife or thankes, or of fame better thing : J f none ofthefe, this waiward world willyeeld, 7 radge from fine torvne, fite to the open fetid, Where thou muflpaffe, through thickets full of thorns, Where pricing briers, and cr cited brambles grofe : Anrl neticr none, fcapt fee from fcaeth or fcorne s ', Or fcr.it ted hands, or tearing of his clofe. H here elm ft apes, and marmfets m ockes and mo ft, And thtflles are, feenfooner than a rofe. Tea thou {halt come, where nettles are good ft ore, Whcfe angrie fling, will bltfiers raife apace, Slip from thofe weedes, and come near them no more : For fear vnwares, good words do get dtfgrace. Thjgoodltefloures, of court thou needs not feare, For they are {weetc, andmceke of nature throve, There wifedome rvill, with writers humor be are : If humbly fltl, thou canfl behaue thee norv, Thy maflers pen, hathpurchafi fauour there, Among the 'Dames, of f aire Dianas traine, Where beautiejhives, hkefiluer drops ofraine. Jnfitnme day : O booke then happy art If with thofc Ntmphes, thou maifl be entcrtaind, If any one, of them takom ^oodpart, Averfc orword, thouhaji a garland gaind, Of^lorie greet, ftr fame hirfelfe mtifl found, Out ofthtir voice, locke what they do pronounce : Like tennis bail, aloft it doth rebound, ±A>:d ye elds great weight, but net by dram nor ounce, But he ante as, am.ijfte pound of lead, They wey mens worth, withpraifes quiche or dead. Tea what they fay, ofTocts fond or wife, Ofprofe or verfe, that ripe inuenflion fioes : As tnere a /are, the fame thereof/hall rife, And t hrough t he world, like com tt currant go es. from The Aut hor to his booke. From h.wdtohand, and fo doth pajftgc take, * 'Preajfe thou to them, for they may mend my bay : If that of thee, fome good account they make, t/ind that tnfport, they Ute thee in their lap, Vnttllthey lift, to read thee curie tine, Then at wet head, fome water drawe.I may : Forfountatne fprtngs, may run cleere claret Wine, Who ft pie a f ant fap, giues mot flute eurie way. The nimble Ntmphs, that rvtth Diana dwell, £an (juic kite titrne, the cockj*nd flowing (pout : That thoufands Jhall, bring buckets to the well And watch thetr times , tillcomfort commeth out. Now booke trudge hence, beftow thy labour right Set (purs to horfe, that pes in aeir with wings Mount ore the hils, and reft ne day nor night Till thou do come, before great Queens and Kings Then fiat on face, fall projlr ate at their feet That may from graue, call vp thy maflers (prtet Keepe thou thefe rules, thu courfe and compaffe hold Simajthjgrac*, c$»Mtrt my Ufidtogold, \ M 2 CHVRCHYARDES CHARITIE. WHcn tabring mindc, and u-cary body both Iscloid with world, t< hare u old make oft" toile Before the ghoft, to highelt heauens goerh And death of life, fhali make a wretched fpoile (Hd man mult needs, for fake thisfoathfomefoile) iwJSS* He takes fome care, tomakchisconmencedccrc §°° J im^io Of all bethinks, 01 may imagine hecrc. nKmotic. Firft lookes he ? p, where foulc dclircs to be Of life to come, to know what hope wchaue And where we reft, in ioie from bondage free So foone as cold, dead bodie lies in graue Than ere man leaucs, this cruel! cumbrous caue In charitie, he waies this world aright As far as wades, wife iudgemeii^skill and fighr. Crxvi mm hme MM H> ect him- But rinding vorid, full fnught with fond defirci (A mightic mitTe, otmartcr therein lies) That burns outtime, and kindleth many fires Whereon foulc flames, and fmothrin^fmoke doth nfe, He lookes thereon, with heauie rufuH eics, As though fome softie, might moouc a muling mindc To pity plagues, that man mutt leauc bclnnde. Who Wind< worlJ h fraught \tirji fond i Churchyards Charitie. Thfpooreefhtc Who doth not figh, to fee the pooreopprcft ot people is gy r j c i 1 mens reach, that wrclts awry the right Who will not waile, the woe of troubled breft Or fore lament, the (tare of wronged wight When broad day brings, darke dealings vnto light Who will not rue, our wretched race on earth That kecpes till death, no rule from day of birth. Uft. tik: wealth hrd- The goods we win, arcwoorfetokeepethanget jjMvoa.ieaf.liC y h( . wea | t h wc \ Q fe ) ro b s f omc Q f :c [\ anc | fl eC p C Our daily gaine, will anfwere fcarce our dct We couet more, than wit can warely kcepe We flip from hence, as rich as new (home flieepe And that we lcauc, in world that well was won Is fooneconhimde, and fpent with riotous fon. Grace le« rime runs ^niovvling checks. Who parts from world, would wi(h that were not fo His charitie, commands him fo to thinke But graceles time, on rowling whccles doth go At whofe abufe, our fiyring world can winkc Vice cares no whit, if vcrtue fwim or hnke Ambimous mind, and malice meetcs in one So that true loue, and charitie is gone. Chriftianloue llte* to cueric rhinjr. Loue bids men looke, to all things vnder Sua Beaft ri;"h,and foulc, and all we fee with eic But charitie, a greater courfe doth run Became it doth, in quiet confeience lie She lookes e ch where, as ihc had wings to flie And houer ore, our doings on this mould That bridle takes, and will not be contrould. Churchyards Charitic. 3 Orhcntoloue, and charitic I pas Whofc/calcisjj.rear, and charge is nothing fmall T l *fc * i# M That dccrcly fees, (iiimchriftiUglas) {SSS?" Thcfpotsot face, and inward cankers all And can in hafte, vnto remembrance call Old ram veers pail, and prcfenc things of late, Whcicof a world, of wits may well debate. Who can hold toong, to fee bad worlds abucc Afa***** Run ore the brim, where vertueneuer floes dxtmm. As hauocke had, hald vp the water fluce Where out at large, great skuls of filhcsgoes Poorc pafhence mult, bepleafd with painted Ihocs Alms deeds are dead, no pirty now is lafc For all the world, is fet on Height and craft. If pouertie, be pincht with plague or fore He ftarues for food, adue the man is dead The found we feeke, theficke we doabore Full paunch eats all, the hungneisnotfed f«ii paunth cau For greedy gate, keeps needy mouth from bred "p^ 1 Truecharitie, and good deuolhon old Byfroftandfnow, are almoltkdd with cold. Would Cod good works, with fnithfu'.l honcft deeds Rclonnd tins vice, tiiar fpredstoofar I fcare And fains fweete Bowrs, wei e planted for thole weeds r "■*■ That doth with fraud, in fed Greet foylcscch where tec. Fine words doth bur, betraie the limplc care As fowlers pipe] the harmles bird diiTeiuca That lights on iyme, amid grecne birchen lcaues. 4 Churchyards Charitie. If meerc deceit, were b3nifhtfrom our viewe i>r«it Jmmki y: a :f c dealing then, would blulh ro (hew his face If wifdomedid, difdame vaiuc rollicsnewe Old troth in world, would claime his woontcd place But cunning wits, doth fmencs fo embrace Thatphinnes walkcs, liJ. tiirn-.i to coj'rcf anibraflc. Is copper now, or worle than any brafle, \Vc quckly can, clap on a new found gHe And mreare a maske, fceme tludow in a glafle But bring no worke, nor great good thing to pafl'c Male flicw of much, as art fets trifles forth That proues a purfe, in fubltancc little worth . Words is the v. or.; ware that cucrwaifold. 9 Word s are the ware, that each man fcrs to fale With phrafes fine, bedeckt to blinde poore fight Faire promifefirit, fteps forth and tels a tale Of bad deuice, that weies in ballance light For at your need, performance taketh flight And leaues in lake, the fooje that words hath woo Who paies great paines, for ii adowes in the fun. f»«!t*i weighs io\\ ne cuery ikfii Wit did prefer, good people well of yore . Welth now with weights, doch weythe ballance down Words and rinetalke, leads world the dance before But neither wealth, nor words wins true renown For w hen the trumpe, doth giue vncertaine fown Men will not then, prepare them for the fight But rather feeke, to fauc themfclues by flight. Word* are ♦vauestolTed tvith win*!. Words are the waue.% that welters on the feas And works a froth, in colour white as fnoe Makes thoufandsfickc, andbreedes acolddifcafe To thofe that with, fucb fwclling furges goe Inconftant words, with tide willebbe and floe But fruitful! deeds, ftands firmeand faftasrockc That bides the brunt, ofeuhcblaitandfliocke Fine Churchyards Charitie. TineMacheuill, is now from Florence flown To England where, his welcome is too grcar, His bulk books, are hecre fo red and known That charitie, thereby hath loft hi r heat Poore primers doe, in Ludgatedte for meat Who doth fordet, in danger longremaine Mull tall down thr, andleidom ufeagame. M»'chciii!Ii* row m»ic aa £ ..;;.. i roan. VVantof chatit* hath made mc loofcmypat- CCIiC. Wit takes his toll, as milner at the mill Powlfeakcs the bags, of mealeas he doth pleafe Thrufts thoufands backe, till trickfie tanker fill Like prentife fine, that faine would take fomc cafe In deed there is,no filhing to the feas But what is caught, in confhence mould be fold In market place, that men might credit hold. TnemilncrwiD be (Lie of hu toulc No charitie, is found when fimcr feeds On all himfelfe, and guies his fellowes none Alas poore foulcs, we angle in the reeds And catch a frog, when all the filh is gone Bullhead and loch, lies vnder little (tone Butltonesand (licks, will bieakcour netsldout Before we brutg, a di&S of gudgins out. A fine ftfner *. n'i c nth lit tumlcUc. The great good tumes, in court that thoufands felt Is turnd to cleer, faire holie water there Thcfcrapsarefmall, thathungric hands hauedclt Spoilecannot fpare, the paring of a peate Forfnatchcrulliobs, almes baskets cury where Tlic poore fo (tarnes, or knowes not what to do Andfo Iteare, ihallnliic futcrsto. Co^d mmf< are turi Ito tatebc- ly\>aici. Thr. I o Churchyards Charitic. The father fcarfe, will fpeakc for his owne fon The father will World waxeth mute, when men mould do foine good fete'fo^:. The ft reame is ftopt, where water ought to run We tail our nets, where riilicreepes in the mud And clime thofe trees, where bowes will neuer bud >Vc take great paine, yet no good fruit enioies For words arc wind, and his our earcs with noies. wuhgnefc, ihe&Ukttm- The foldier fits, and fighes to make off greefe fomobimfcifc vVhofe wounds in war, of right claimes great reward Waits hard at heele, but findeth fmall releefe \V I , o leaf t deferues, is al waies moft prefard Who brags and boafts, blind world doth beft regard But fome that loft, their blood in countries right May kiiTe the poft, and bid vs all good night What charitic, is that iudge you that can Who fees thefe things, fo far paft all redrefTc AiipwHeworM when lip-wife world, fets little by a man What may fall out, of that a foolc may gefle Each one mall haue, his lot yea more or leflc Dutch an tie, and fortune diner far Between them two, we find a mor tall war. u\ »h*il And (hall be laft, that wins our worlds good will Begot by grace, and nui (tin noble mindes That ftaies and ttands, vp:>n their honor dill Tis feen far off, as torch is on an hill Felt near at hand, and found out by the light Which in darke daics, doth glad ech good mans fight. When fortunes wrath, hath wounded many a wight She brings a boxe, of balm to heale ech fore That makes fad mind , and heauie hart fo light It neuer thinks, on wretched chance no more Chirineeon- Ifcharitie, like victor g.>ei before IhwViEa Come after hir, proud world with all thy braucs tiaor. Like conqueror, (he triumphs on hir (hues. But well awaie, and woe God wor the while True chant jc, is faintly felt or found Shee is of late, halfe-driuen in exile B»d life would Becaufc bad life, lets cruclrie abound Hriuc charitie in The world is full, of hollow harts vnfound And mercic meets, with ruth fcarce once a yeere For rigors rage, doth (how fuch churlifb cheere. «ulc. Men gotramfor- Men walke abroad, transformd in fundry (hapea ncdnow.dau Klore monfter like, than babes of Adams brood Feat full to fight, like vglie owls and apes That hath of kind, no ciuill humane mood Tigers in proofe, nurftvp with woluitb food r For fillic lambs, that doth no butcher fear They do devour, apd in fintU pceccs tear. Crccdic Churchyards Charitie. 1 3 Greedy as guls, and gapes for garbedge ftill, some people *e Rauenmg like woolues, that murthersQieepcinfoldc a»pccdya»sui. Suttle as foxe, that neucr hath his fill Hedllrong and proud, and will not be controld Currifh as kite, nc gentle yoong nor old Such crucll tricks, doth alter fo mans minde That long they liue, by crait and dies vnkind. Quarrels encreafe, and combats haue no end Qu«rreu breed* Till bloud be rticd, and life and land be loft SlS a™ 1 Some thinksthfc bow, were better breake than bend On that confait, ftands mightie manhood moft But charitie, rides then away in poft And lea ucs in lalli, behindehirin fomepart A heapc of harmes, and many a heauie hare. Luftliuesbyfpoyle, like theefe that robs true men Ldtkathedc Defirestoeatc, the hen and chickens all gdwt*w«f Kauine and rage, proulsfaft for profile then So gets fome cheatc, though it be near fo finall But luft is like, an image on a wall Strike out the cole, that is but blacks of hue Fan c white and deane, appeers blurd wall to you. Ore weening runs, beyond the courfe of wic Prdumplhon then, doth fet belt foote before And boldncs knowes, not where to Rand nor fit Hisloftielookcs, prouokes his pride fo fore \y«\<^>,™c- T> 1 II I • I I II- '" nV But when *nreed-barc, his bad Ipun cloth is wore i lc bayard. The World butlaughs, to fee b^ld bayard blinde \\1tr4pa1atcd10bes, patch vp a Hat el v mindt D In 14 Churchyards Charitie. NewFargbncs is tjfiiy found out. In cloud vnfeene, new fariglenes would walke But he is fpidc, by old deepe fetching fight Fine filed toongs, like parrots prate jndtalkc And wonder makes, of trifling matters light 1 his glorious crew, triumphes in moone mine right But when cleere day, fuch idols doth difclofe World will point out, where euric fliadow goes. Wilful: heads hatCi sjood counfcU. Wilde wilfull heads, rhat all found counfell hates A careles courfe, of borrowed life doth lead Whofe retchles race, ftill argues and debates They foone forget, good lefTons that they read But when the foot, awrie the {hue doth tread Downe goes the heele, yea feam the fole and all And fo vn wares, a man in mire may fall . Ill cuftome Brcedcs abufc. And {tumbling off, makes fome to fnapper ftill Vfe maftrie breedes, and cuftome pleads a law Let bridle goe, the horfe will.haue his will Much water fcarfe, will quench hot fire in ftraw A ltubborne childe, that ftill doth backward draw Muft needes be whipt, to make him feare the rod So we are plagud, when wc forget our God. Two plagues paftthieatcns a child. Three fundrie plagues, the wrath of God doth (how The firft is paft, the fecond you may fee The third ye wot, the world roo well doth know For that cuts downe, corne,gra(Te,and higheft tree The angrie cloudes will neuer calmie bee Till better life, feaifeallourfliowrcsofrainc And Gods great grace, brings fommer home againe Shame Churchyards Charitic. 15 Shame followes pride, and death comes after fin Then famine k.ls« vp thoufands where it flies They will take heed, that hath well feourged bin And fall to mend, their liues if they be wife But in our world, fuch new found fafhons rife All frames not well, looke into ech mans waies Small charitie, is feen in thefe bad daies. Shame fnllowet pride, and dearth Dipped fore When charitie, proud painted pofts plucks downe To God and prince, great honor {hall arife When plainncs thriues, in court and ciuill townc Old troth will bid, farewell our newfound gife Goodnes will come, and fo aduancc the wife Dunfes and dolts, (hall ftand beneath the bar And pride ihall bluiTi, that doth prcfume too far. Proud painted pofts are rortea to the middle. The leaft of moft, makes moft of his bad fturTc So leers and looks, as frighted were his wits Is ncuer well, till pride be in his ruffe Than monarkc like, on loftie feat he fits (Whofe fcornfull hart, is full of froward fits) But fpeaks no word, for feare that bayard blinde Should plunge before, and yearke ac him behinde. Pride alubberl* lout, lookes UK a monarkc. The woorft with beft, compares and ftriucs for place As gold and glas, in woorth we.ire all alike Bearcsouthis brags, with fcowli.igbray.cn fjee That cannot blufh, no more than can blacke tike He frowns fo fore, he lookes as he would flrikc The crabbiih carle, fo curfl and cumbrous is Then when he fpeakes, in fchoolc the fchollers hifle. D a The The woorfl *itl hie hart, com- n ire* wj}\ the beft, I £ Churchyards Charitic. A furlv (ire fwcMikea The furly fire, fits fuelling like a road acoaiT * That venom cafts, on goodly herbs arid flourcs Not pleafed well, in houfe nor yet abroad Nor feemes to haue, ne quiet daies nor houres When cheerefull folkc, doth fmile this churle he loures Afwarmeof fuch, checkmates a man may fee If ftagers come, where fremfincfcllowes bee. Afateivftaike Theftatelyftalks, that will neftoup nor bend gnbnoneftc V Vill fpeakeno word, till firftyee them falute Holds head aloft, but dow ne no looke will lend Faire bloflbmd trees, that brings foorth no good fruit Nay fickles (harpe, that reaps vp many a futc Their harueft hath, cut downe the corne fo cleane They leaue in field, the poore no graine to gleane. Aeraftiecrue , , are wilier than The craftie erne, more wily than old Foxe thefoae. Runs flocking on, as flieepe to fold doth flie Takes what they may, and giucs but fcornes & mocks They want no wiles, within the winde to lie Drains riuersvp, and drinks great fountaincsdrie At firft rebound, ftrikes backe the tennis ball (From thofethat plaies) as though they would haue ah runrinK hisare The cunning lads, that creepes through auger holes £9Kkc a » As quicke as Bee, feekes honic eury where Feeds body far, but cares not for their foles Their fnatching fliewes, what greedy minds they bearc Who lends the poorc, nclouint; looke nor earc Brings emptie paunch, to mouth vp all alone Skorncs and dii'daine, to fling a dog a bone. Preferments Churchyards Chariric 17 Preferments were, the marks whereat we (not Preferments « But paft our aime; and reach thofe marks do ftand gffjj? For ere we draw, the bow the game is got (hon. Oi e!fe the fifing, doth breakc within our hand Our plaine prick-fliafts, were wont to cleaue a wand But now fo blunt, and flat the heads are worne When archer (hoots, leud world laughs him to fcorne. They hit the white, that neacr (hot before They hit d* No marke men fure, nay bunglars in their kind g£!d ha?. 11 "' Afortoffwads, that fcarcc can fhoottweluefcone Nor hath no skill, to know where blowes the windc Lo thus you fee, that fortune is but blindc To giuc them hap, whofc knowledge is fo bace They fcarcc deferue, a fimple pedlars place. Ech man prefers , his friends and feruants both e c h mm prefai The Qneenes poore men, findes few to help their hap %5gy »** I praie you who, doth fpeake for plaineTom-troth Which plies them all, with curchie, knee and cap His old crab tree, is burnd with thunder clap Blackcarethebowes , that once grew grcene and gaic The rune of time, doth threaten his decaic. How mould men liue, that hauc no chinks to fpend Steele now lacks llrengch, to ftrikc out fire from flint Holdfaft thcLmoff, will neither giuc nor lend Hope-well can get , no money from the mint Hope wen can All things we hauc, arcfet now at a Hint Ktnomoacy Nip-crult the carle, hath crept fo nccre the crums fio«*e«i* That nothing fcapes, from hungrie huckfters thumbs. 1 8 Churchyards Charitic. ^dhSj*^* Scruclong wajte well, fpcnd much and little get bde - May be compard, to walking horfe for nought Brings many men, in danger and in det For wit and time, thereby is deer lie bought As when a drudge, all daie hath trulie wrought And goes to bed , vnpleafd or paid aright He thinks daies toile, brings beggric home at nighr Whomake* Iprayyouwho, makes hafte to mend this mitfe wyScT Themaninthemoone, asfooneasanyone By which cold figne, true loue and charities Growne now more cold, than ice or marble (tone As dogs do ftriuc, and fnarre about a bone So for good turncs, the people throng and thruft So thicke God wot, we k no w not who to tr uft. n«» mturfi *i- Thefe n atures new, doth argue plagues mo ft ftrangc Tffllf* To come if now, No famine hecre were had conditions. * For as we do, our old good maners change So world I feare, hencefoorth will be too bad When fober men, growes fauage wilde and mad Looke for fine II rule, and order heere belowe Our Iudgement daie, thereby drawes neere I trowe. Notonedoth Not one doth right, with weights when wc are waid ^oSfiT* All are as light, in ballanceasaflie For out of frame, are all when all isfaid Both they below, and thofe that would fit hie But chieflie fuch, as vfc to fell and bie Allfciences, yeaallofeuryart Are ftept on Gage, and corns to play their part. Scarck Churchyards Charitic. IP Search eury art, artificers and all Jn charitic, behold them as they are And you fhallfee, their conihence is fofmall That neie a one, for charuie doth care Do neither church, cjueer, court, nor country fpare And tell meplaine, whatcharitie is there God grant thefe dajes, true loue be any where. Artificer* and all are light in die ballancc . Can plagues ceafe then, whan eury liuing wight His neighbour plagues, as far as powrc may iketch In ballance iuft, not one man waies aright All vfc defait, and ly on gard and watch He hues not now, that can not fcrat and (hatch Men arc no faints, world is a world to thend So folly doth, his wilfuil faults defend. Plagues will not ecale till bad life be reformed The man of Ind, can neuer change his skin Nor yet the cat, of mountainc change hir hue So thofe wilde buds, thaceucr bad haue bin Can neuer beare, good fruit nor blofiome nuc A bitter tafte, will neuer go from rue A wicked life, can fhew no vertous deed No more than may, a floure fpringfrom a weed. Wild buds bringt leorth tit good fnuc What keepes good courfe, the weather alters oft The heauens fceme, to mew fome fodaine change The winds waxe Quill, and loud they blow alott Familiar friends, for trifles gro full Itrangc Wit waxeth wilde, whofc wont was not to range So out of tune, ech thing is wrefted now Becaufc abufe, corrupts good nature throw. Neither MmU nor weathct keeps gooJ courfe. If io Churchyards Charitie. If fommer once, in twentic yecrs groves hot (Whofc warmth reuiues,both fruit & floures ech where) Cold winters blaft, bites near tlic bones ye wot Cold plcafeth (cw t for cold ech one doth feare Why world growes cold, and cold is hard to bcare Nei J Ct J'? ,w Cold weather makes, warme confluence cold I troc keep* good So charitie, and goodnes cold dethgrowe. coiufc. Cold wither or Cold is the aire, the open field and towne ™ ple * fah Then court mult needs, wax colder.than it was Itfecms wife world, cares not for v3inercnowne As world doth come, a Gods name let it pafle Though charitie, growe thnfe as cold as glafle A warmer time, in better tunc may bring This hard cold age, when comes a fommer fpring. none and ink ^. Coidaitekiii Cold fnow isnor, fogoodaslukewarmemilke fomctirnc found H ot f lH1 doth melt, cold froft and cakes of ice Thicke frife furmounts, a thin cloke linde with filke Furde gowne exceeds, cold cloth of prcthous price Warme loue lafts long, cold fauour growes full nice With warmc good will, we win great wordlie good The fire burns beft, where molt ye clap on wood. row toaeqwek- P>oth flame and fire, goes out in weather cold jtffkme. \\ here neither coles, nor wood mantaincs the heat And heat is that, content 1 ; both yoong and old For in the fame, onrfwecte delight is great Moftmen feeds belt, with good • ' medrinkeof meat Cold breeds word bkxl, and hard) ie doth digeft Bicaufc cold things, lies belching long in brefh Cold Churchyards Charitic. 21 Cold fortune kils, the ftrongeft man that Hues coidforru-tv.:* Cold countnance cuts, thethroteere we be ware **y nun u..«|. Coid poifon. '' .onke, a quicke difpatch it giues Cold cr?c*U When aged yeers, (howes death amid my face My words are of, fmall credit in this plite My hap and hope, is in a better place Wherefore of world, I plainly fpeake and write Anderelgoe, difcharge my confidence quite To win the wife, and loofc the fonder fort That vnto quickc, nor deadyeelds good report. Agedr*» The wife well won, waiesech thing as it ought M < (takes no terme, norfentenccwreftsawrie The fond will read, awhile but cares for nought Yet cafts on ech, mans works a frowning eie This neither treats, of matters lowc nor hie But finds a meane, that ech good meaning might In all true meaner take chant icarighc. Labor is mil fc# fkmed whea 9 i a t * Ei 7F*3 52r-?Tc ': •* r± -1 m» **>• <*•<=» ?,**■ tetfm POET1UE. LW-Jj l^ftM! Imprinted at London, by 9 M P J- • ;•■'.■••■;;•>.■ *7 A praife of Poetrie/ome notes therof drawer* out of thcApologic, the noble minded Knight, fir Phillip Sidney vvrate. WHcn world was at the very woorft And vice did much abound And for offence the earth wasturll Yet clnritie was found. Amons the wiCc and roorthic fort Whocuerhad good chance wth treble tame, by their report True vcrtue did aduance. The Poets and Philofophers Stept fir I i on Itatel) llage And plaid their pans » uh hazards great In cuery world and age. In eury age while wits of men Could mdge the good horn bad Who gat the gittof toongor pen Of world -great honor had. Good Poets were in hie eflceme, When lea. ning grew in price Their vertue and their vcrfc did feemt A great rebuke ro vice. With blunt bafe people of fmall fence They fall now in difdame But Sydneycs booke in their defeDC* Doth raife them vp againe. And 28 A pnaitc of Poctrie. And fc:s them nextDiuinesinrankc As members mccte and fit To flnke the worlds blinde boldncs blankc Andwhetthcbluntell wit. Heerefollowes Hiftories good ftore That much thereof mall tell If paines may purchafe thanks therefore My hope is anfwerd well. Am ? hvonanj A Mphyons gift and grace was great OnhewPnea -fxin Thebes old lloriesfaie And beaftsand birds would lcaue their meat* To hcare Orpheus plaie. muiiaons. Liuiw, Androni- In Rome were three of peereles farrwi cu»,anaEnmui. i hat fionfht in their daics Which three did beare the onely name Of knowledge,skill and praife. In Italy of yore did dwell Dint, JWace, ' ' . . andPctmkc. Three men of fpechall fpreere Whofe gallant itiles did fure excell Their verfes were fo fweete. Mam* Hon- In France three more of fame we find* B^r 1 * Whofe bookesdo well dec kue They bcautiridc their ftarely minde With inward vertues rare. Co* chafer, la En S'and lined rhrec great men the noble Did Poerric aduance cark o. sunyc, And all rlv.y with the gift of pen Gauc glorious u orld a glance. Apraiicof Poetrie. In Scotland findc we other twaioc Were writers of good uoorth Whofe iiudies through then Poets vaine Brought many verfes roorth. In Ireland to this prefent time Where learning is not mith With Poetrie in verfc or nmc Their language they innch. In Wales the very remnant yet Of Brirtaine bloud and race They honor men of fpcfliall wit And giues a Poet grace. Albinus long that rained hcere Made verfes in his youth And in his age as doth appeerc With verfe auanclUhe truth. *9 DauvL;ndiey HJluckaiUH'-J. They h^nor anj make much of dicu timers. InWalesthej call the. r rimers Elides. Albinus loueJ pocciemuch. Among the fauage Indians ftill (Who knowes no ciuill thing) They honor writers of fome skill Their parents hues to fing. Among the anflient noblcDanes And Saxfons longago We read of many Poets names Whole woorchy wits did flo. The graue wife learned men of Gkccc Durli neucr ihew their art Till thofe Philofophers prcfumd To plaie the Poets parr; The rude lact- am »i Ar much •fthen rimers. The Dane* r > an onj tkem. In Greece tkeir bell philor^licn at thefirft be- came poet*. Some 3° ApraiieofPoetrie. dodcs,ar.d Par- mcni r j • •- AdaunckLani The Poet fundnc waies Good things were better foong than faid Which gaind immortal! praile. fmrtfni Pl^otookeSolons works in hand jtoupwpoetne. And plaid the Poet right And fet that Atlantike Hand Full plainc before our fight. Htodotw. The Booke of Herodotus bore A famous title fine (Yea fuch as none did giuc before) Of all the mufes nine. Domiciai ApraifeofPoetric. 31 Domician was a Poet rare And did therein excell So many princes now there are That loueth Poetrie well. Three conquerours of mightle powre Gaue Poets fuch a grace That they would neucr frownc nor lowre On them in any cafe. As Plutarke faith,a tyrant wept Atragedietoheare Who la we his murthring mindc thereby Asinaglasfulldeere. Amid a great rcuolt in Rome A woorthie Poet flood And told of bodic and the mindc A tale that did much good. Two Poets tumd a tyrants hart From rigour vnto ruth And wrought him with their wits and art To fauour right and truth. Nathan did faine a tale indeed To Dauid when he fell Whereon the king tooke fuch great heed Hefawhisfollicwcll. In Dauids Pfalms true miter floes (And fongs of Sallomon) Where great dclite and plcafure groes Are woorthiw looking on. Fi Domician V«fp*. fiimc r is Phnicfajchwaf an excellent poo. Akxander.Ce- fc AlkiSuptO. Alexander Pho. reus wept at a tragedy. Ifenenui Aqrip- pa a phjloiophcr made peace a- mong the people in an vprorc Simonidcs and Pyndarius made Hicro a iuA king. Natnanlpakcof a lair be vn^rict- oullv taken tram kubokxac. Daim' and Salo- mon 4cuu)C poca. 3 1 A praife of Poetric, P!«oe*octs. True vertuc inhir kinde And do notrun with rimes at bacc With wanton blotted minde. -f o irf nemr All idle verfc he counts but vainc %!3SE Llke cracks of thorns in fire ngofCid'iand Or fummer iliowrs of fleeteor rainc ■VSta? That turns drie duA to mire. Theft Apraileof Poctric. 3J Thefe rurall rymes are but the fcum And froth that flies from Teas Ot doth from Tome (harpe humor come Tiut btceds a new difcafe. Cardinal! Eem- bm ami P ibtcoa, In braine that beats aboutthe skull And fo brings fooith a toye (When muflc or moone is at the full) Of paines or pleafing ioye. Like long wingd hauke,doth Poet fore Ore mountaine or hie trees And loud as cannon can he rore Atcch vice that he fees. Famous teacher i and preachcrt, Beza and Me- lan&on. Learned philc- (ciphers Fraca- ftorms and Mat lyi. His fcope as hie as reafons reach May clime in order due Not to giue counfcll nor to teach But to write fancies nevr. Great and g"oiamu,Aii&i. Ye t of all thofe that newly wrate flu-. F.mpcior a ' poer and prefer. In prole or veric or late icrof pontic. Lcf Sy J ney wcare Qfa lt ,| e f ft arc j The garland lawreate. iuiiarm* Bmpc- His bookes makes many bookes to blufh Etaci^" Thc y fo? w fuch fencc ani * ic Our dnbbcrs (hoots not woorth a r ufh When he (he markc doth hit . His ApraifeofPoctric. His phrafe is fifted like fine flourc That makech manchet bread Sweet cury where and nothing foure That flowcsfrom Sydncyes head. N Swcetc dewc dropt out of Sydneyes quill As raine great moyfture (hoes And from his mufe there did diftill A liquor fweetc as rofe. Aqninrcfcnce,afpiritof wine Naic Nedar better namde A brcuage for the Gods deuine Of compounds made and fiamde. That whofoeucr drinks thereon Immortall (hall be made His books he left to looke vpon When we in worldly (hade Sits mumping eury houre of daie And fcarce knows where we are Our braines like bucke doth ftande at bait Befct about with care. 19 Oppianuiaf Softus Aardiiu ^ropertiuv onc- And make'; or eamclt words a fcofre Orcahuirefpeechesfowlc. Our ApraifeofPoctrie. 41 Our countrie breeds vp Poets ftill Asgraflefpringsfromgood ground ] or there doth fiounfh learned skill Where knowledge doth abound. Looke whatour elders wits did fowe Or lefr bchinde in heapes Onrageandharueftpeople mowe Or with (harps fickle reapes. The feecie offence, faire fruit brings foorth In feeld a thoufand fold And is in value price and woorth More preihous than the gold. ' ' What can be counted foulc or cleanc But Poets thereon talke Yet thoufands knowes not what they mcanc When they in cloud will walkc. As from the fountaine water floes (Conuaid by guibing pipe) So from the pen of Poet goes Fine wordi and fenrence ripe. - That ech good mindemay well digeft As fvveete as home fure His termes are taken with the beft If verfe be neate and pure. As riders whiskinq wand doth fcare ^tt 11 "? !t ° , whole iTni'ianC The horfe who eon he fits opediroo, i«t* So wrangling people eirie where Ju-wuh ai«»- At rerfes vex their wits. If 4 2 ApraifeofPoctric. Mafonidcshono- if an y writer touch the call rcdof Adrian the t ' n . , . r , D EmpcKw; Inpaiumcbeitled Then downe corns treflels houfe and all Vpon the poorc mans head. Yet wife men will good words embrace A nd take each thing in worth And giue each word and line a grace That poets do fet forth. ^tdS° f Diuine du Bartas merits W gj^ r Mod excellent vei fe he wrate Sofjndrie writers in ourdaies Haue done full well of late. In Spenfers morall fairie Queene And Daniels rode mound If they be throwly waid and feea Much matter may be found. Tofqunor Taflb One Barnes that Perrarks fcholler is m Italian knight May m arch with them in ranke and poet Iaurear . , * . _ , ... whodeparted A learned Templcrs name I mis from obimion to \yhofe pen deferucs great thanke. thislalUprOI «59j.v»hofe ^ number more writs well indeed memone fhall . r . ucucrvajiifh. They fpnng vp newly now As gazing world their works (hall reed So fhall world praife them throw. But fure my noble Sidneies skill Ineucr can forget To him my feruice and good will Shall cuer dwell in dec. Of Apraifeof Poetric. 43 Of learned lore the oncly light Which blazde like lampe molt cleere And as a ftar in moone (hint night Could vndcr cloud appeer, Seemd dim and darke to dazled eies But faire and bright to thofc That vnderftood the ftatcly gifc Of learned verfc or profc. Could crack the nut otnui ,nell And (hew thekernell plainc For by his works who notes them well In world he liucsagainc. The booke that doth of poetstrcat In golden robes fo fiiines It triumphes ftill with honor great Among the beftdiuines. Which booke deckt vp in trim attirt Of authors wife and graue In matters ofmine ownedefirc Great light to poeirie gaue. And made me write of poets praiie Thus fo to (tarrieskic My Milneies honor heerelraifc Ai far as iaiuc can flie. Mounfiour De- ucreuxa jroong Bifho;.' Ii this Franccaccoun- tcJ now the (insu- lar man in Europ lor rerfc and pc«» ucaildcuifo. JirPhiinpSii. W I N I S, My nextBooke comes out Ihortlic : dedica- ted to my Honorable woorthy friende, Matter Henrie Brooke, ibmic and he ire to the noble Lord i COBHAM. ^ UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA, LOS ANGELES THE UNIVERSITY LIBRARY APR 2 5 191