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."

Say, whether of this choice,

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.

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 lesse 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 plainley,

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;

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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;

A schole of guile, a net of deepe deceit,

A guilded hooke that holds a poisoned baite.
3. A fortresse foyl'd which reason dyd defend,
A syren song, a feauer of the minde,
A maze wherein affection findes no ende,

A raging cloud that runnes before the winde;
A substance like the shadow of the sunne,
'A goale of griefe, for which the wisest runne.
4. A quenchlesse fire, a nursse of trembling feare,
A path that leades to perill and mishap,
A true retreat of sorrow and dispaire,

An idle boy that sleepes in pleasure's lap :
A deepe mistrust of that which certain seemes,
A hope of that which reason doubtful deemes."

1. "The match that's made for iust & true respects, With euennes both of yeers and parentage, Of force must bring foorth many good effects.

Pari iugo dulcis tractus.

2. For where chast loue and liking sets the plant, And concord waters with a firme good will, Of no good thing ther can be any want.