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ART. VI. The Castell of Courtesie, whereunto is
. adjoyned The Holde of Humilitie; with the Chariot of Chastitie thereunto annexed. Also a Dialogue betweene Age and Youth; and other matters herein conteined. By James Yates, Servingman. 1582. Reade, but not deride,
Accuse not without cause :
With reason, nor her lawes.
A second title, after fol. 8, runs thus : The Hould of Humilitie: adjoyned to the Castle of
Courtesie. Compiled by James Yates, Servingman,
Captious conceipts good reader doe dismiss :
And, friendly weigh the willing minde of his,
Which more doth write for pleasure then for praise,
Whose worthlesse workes
are simplie pend alwaies. London. Imprinted (as above.)
A third title near the middle of the book runs thus : The Chariot of Chastitie, drawne to publication by
dutiful Desire, GoodWill, and Commendation. Also a Dialogue betwene Diana and Venus. With Ditties devised at sundrie idle times, for recreation sake: set dou'ne in such wise as insueth by James Yates. London. Imprinted (as above) 1582.
Herbert discovered from the stationers' register that such a book as this was licensed to John Wolfe, in 1581;* but he had not seen it. The solitary copy now before me is imperfect; and appears to have been preserved from utter demolition by Mr. T. Martin t of Palgrave, the Suffolk antiquary, and to have descended from the curious collection of Major Pearson to the select library of Mr. Steevens, in whose sale-catalogue it will be found briefly designated at No. 1134. As the author was an uneducated menial, little probably was ever known, and still less can now be discovered concerning him. That he was a Suffolk man is presumable from his addressing verses to a person who visited Ipswich, and from writing an epitaph on a Mrs. Pooly of Badley. The different divisions of his book are inscribed to his approved good master and mistress Henry Reynowls, Esq. and his wife Elizabeth Reynowls, to whom he adds acrostical verses, which afford no better proofs of his poetical taste than the alliterative titles to his labours. The following lines however are creditable to his moral sentiment, and have been divested of their ancient orthography, that they may be read with greater pleasure.
" Verses on Friendship. Under the cope and glittering hue of heaven
Are all the joys allotted by decree;
Yet is there none that may compared be
But doth remain all one in constancy.
* Typogr. Antiq. p. 1186.
But for such friends as are but friends in sight,
They do deceive; incertain is their trust;
They prove untrue, they moulder like the dust:
He is a friend, as needs confess I must.
Now if one find a faithful friend indeed,
Then keep him still, as jewel that is rare;
Be sure of this, to have on him a care;
As trial tells, and truth doth well declare.”
Mr. Steevens had placed a particular mark, for a very obvious reason, before a copy of “ Verses written at the departure of the writer's friende Will S. when hee went to dwell at London :” but he, doubtless, found from the context that this passage could not be metamorphosed into “ Warwickshire Will.”
Art. VII. The Famous History of Frier Bacon.
Containing the wonderful ihings that he did in his life; also the manner of his death, with the lives and deaths of the two Conjurers Bungey and Vandermast. Very pleasant and delightful to be read.
Blijdschap doel, hel leven verlanghen. With a curious wood-cut from the story of Frier Bacon's braxen head. Black letter, without date.
This tract, containing the traditional history of this celebrated frier, the source of many a fable, is indeed “very pleasant to read,” and is interspersed with VOL. III.
many chansons à loire, and jocund ballads. My reason for introducing it as an object of literary attention is to copy the following chapter; which I take to be the origin, whence the author adopted the plot of the popular farce of “ No Song no Supper.” “ How Miles, Friar Bacon's man, did conjure for
meat, and got meat for himself and his Host.
“ Miles chanced one day upon some business, to go some six miles from home, and being loath to part with soine company that he had, he was belated and could get but half way home that night: to save his purse he went to one's house, that was his master's acquaintance: but when he came, the good man of the house was not at home, and the woman would not let him have lodging. Miles seeing such cold entertainment, wished that he had not troubled her, but being now there, he was loath to go any farther, and therefore with words he persuaded her for to give him lodging that night. She told him that she would wil. lingly do it, if her husband were at home, but he being now out of town, it would be to her discredit to lodge any man. “ You need not mistrust me," said Miles) “ for I have no thought to attempt your chastity; lock me in any place where there is a bed, and I will not trouble you till to-morrow that I rise." She thinking her husband would be angry if she should deny any of his friends so small a request, consented that he should lye there, if that he would be locked up: Miles was contented, and presently wert to bed, and she locked him into the chamber where he lay. Long had not he been a bed, but he heard the door open; with that he ’rose, and peeped through a chink of the partition, and saw an old man come in : this man set
down his basket that he had on his arm, and woman of the house three or four sweet kisses, which made Miles his mouth run with water to see it. Then did he undo his basket, and pulled out of it a fat capon ready roasted and bread; with a bottle of good old sack; this gave he unto her, saying, “Sweet-heart, hearing thy husband was out of town, I thought good to visit thee. I am not come empty handed, but have brought something to be merry withall; lay the cloth sweet honey, and let us first to banquet, and then to bed.” She kindly thanked him, and presently did as he bid her: they were not scarce set at the table, but her husband returning back, knocked at the door. The woman hearing this was amazed, and knew not what to do with her old lover; but looking on her apron strings, she strait found (as women use to do) a trick to put herself free from this fear; for she put her lover under the bed, the capon and bread she put under a tub, the bottle of wine she put behind the chest, and then she did open the door, and with a dissembling kiss welcomed her husband home, asking him the reason why that he returned so quickly. He told her that he had forgot the money that he should have carried with him, but on the morrow betimes he would be gone. Miles saw and heard all this, and having a desire to taste of the capon and the wine, called to the good man. He asked his wife who that was: she told him an acquaintance of his, that entreated lodging there that night. He bid her open the door, which she did, and let Miles out, He seeing Miles there, bid him welcome, and bad bis wife set them some meat on the table: she told him that there was not any ready, but prayed him to keep N2