5. I laugh not at a nother's losse,
Nor grudge not at another's gaine:
minde can tosse,
No worldly waues my
I brooke that is another's bane;
I feare no foe nor fawne on friend,
I loth not lyfe, nor dread mine end.
6. My wealth is health and perfect ease,
And conscience cleere my chiefe defence;
I neuer seeke by brybes to please,
Nor by desert to giue offence;
Thus doe I liue, thus will I dye,
Would all did so as well as I."
1. "Wher fancie fond for pleasure pleads,
And reason keeps poore hope in iayle;
Ther time it is to take my beads,
And pray, that beautie may preuaile;
Or else dispaire will win the field,
Wher reason, hope, and pleasure yeeld.
2. My eyes presume to iudge this case,
Whose iudgement reason doth disdaine;
But beautie with her wanton face,
Stands to defend, the case is plaine;
And at the barre of sweet delight,
She pleads that fancie must be right.
S. But shame will not haue reason yeeld,
Though griefe do sweare it shal be so;
As though it were a perfect shield,
To blush and feare to tell my woe;
Where silence force will at the last
To wish for wit when hope is past.
4. So farre bath fond desire out runne
The bond which reason set out first;
That where delight the fray begun,
I would now say, if that I durst,
That in her steed ten thousand woes,
Haue sprong in field where pleasure growes.
5. O that I might declare the rest,
Of all the toies which fancie turnes :
Like towres of winde within my brest,
Where fire is hid that neuer burnes,
Then should I try one of the twaine,
Either to loue, or to disdaine.
6. But since conceit dares not declare
The strange conflict of hope and feare;
Least reason should be left so bare,
That loue durst whisper in mine eare;
And tell me how my fancie shall,
Bring reason to be beautie's thrall.
7. I must therefore with silence build,
The laborinth of my delight;
Till loue haue try'd in open field,
Which of the twaine shall win the fight:
I feare mee reason must giue place,
If fancie fond win beautie's grace."
"O you
you that see this face;
Say, whether of this choice,
that heare this voice,
May haue the former place;
Who dare iudge this debate,
That it bee voide of hate.
2. This side doth beautie take,
For that doth musicke speak;
Fit orators to make
The strongest iudgements weak,
The bar to plead their right,
Is only true delight.
3. Thus doth the voyce and face,
These gentle lawiers wage;
Like louing brothers cast,
For father's heritage;
That each, while each contends,
It selfe to other lends. 4. For beautie beutifies,
With heauenly hew and grace;
The heauenly harmonies,
And in that faultlesse face,
The perfect beauties bee,
A perfect harmonie.
5. Musicke more loftie swells,
In phrases finely plac'd;
Beautie as farre excells,
In action aptly grac'd;
A friend each partie drawes,
To countenance his cause.
6. Loue more affected seemes,
To beautie's louely light;
And wonder more esteemes,
Of musick's wond'rous might;
But both to both so bent,
As both in both are spent.
7. Musicke doth witnesse call,
The eare his truth doth trye;
Beautie brings to the hall
Eye witnesse of the eye:
Each in his obiect such,
As none exceptions touch.
8. The common sense which might,
Bee arbiter of this,
To bee forsooth vpright,
To both sides parciall is: Hee layes on this chiefe praise, Chiefe praise on that he laies. 9. Then Reason, princesse hie, Which sits in throne of minde; And Musicke can in skye,
With hidden beauties finde:
Say, whether thou wilt crowne,
With limit lessé renowne."
1. "If women could be faire, and neuer fond,
Or that their beauties might continue still;
I would not meruaile though they made men bond,
By seruice long to purchase their good will;
But when I see how fraile these creatures are,
I laugh that men forget themselves so farre.
2. To marke what choise they make, and how they change;
How leuing best the worst they chose out stil:
And how, like haggards wilde, about they range,
Skorning after reason to follow will:
Who would not shake such bussards from the fist; And let them flie (faire fooles) which way they list. 3. Yet for our sport, wee fawne and flatter both,
To passe the time, when nothing else can please;
And train them on to yeeld by subtill oath,
The sweet content, that giues such humor ease;
And then wee say, when wee their follies trie,
To play with fooles, oh, what a foole was I."
1. "What pleasure haue great princes,
More daintie to their choice,
Than heardmen wild, who careless
In quiet life reioyce;
And fortune's fate not fearing,
Sing sweet, in summer morning.
2. Their dealings plaine and rightfull,
Are void of all disceit;
They neuer know how spightfull
It is to kneele and waite,
On fauorite presumptious,
Whose pride is vaine and sumptious.
3. All day their flocks each tendeth,
At night they take their rest;
More quiet than who sendeth
His ship into the east;
Where gold and pearle are plentie,
But getting very daintie.
4. For lawiers and their pleading,
Th' esteeme it not a straw;
They think that honest meaning,
Is of it selfe a law;
Where conscience iudgeth plainely,
They spend no mony vainely.
5. O happie who thus liueth,
Not caring much for gold;
With clothing which suffiseth,
To keepe him from the cold;
Though poore and plain his diet,
Yet merie it is and quiet."
"In fields abroad wher trumpets shrill doe sound, Wher glaues and shields do giue and take the knocks; Wher bodies dead do ouerspred the ground,
And friend to foes are common butcher's blocks;
A gallant shot well managing his peece,
In my conceit, deserues a golden fleece."
1. "Farewell false loue the oracle of lies,
A mortall foe and enimie to rest;
An enuious boye, from whom all cares arise,
A bastard vile, a beast with rage possest:
A way of error, a temple full of treason,
In all effects, contrarie vnto reason.
2. A poisoned serpent couered all with flowers,
Mother of sighes, and murtherer of repose;
A sea of sorows from whence are drawen such flowers, As moisture lend to euery griefe that growes;
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