Gascoigne, George / Kinwelmershe, Francis / Yelverton, ChristopherEuripides / Dolce, Lodovico · published 1575 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation · 491 words · other edition — not in the analysis
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THe hateful man that heapeth in his mind, Cruel revenge of wrongs forepast and done, May not (with ease) the pleasant pathway find, Of friendly verse which I have now begun, Unless at first his angry breast untwined, The crooked knot which cankered choler knit, And then recoil with reconciled grace. Likewise I find it said in holy writ, If thou intend to turn thy fearful face, To God above: make thine agreement yet, First with thy Brother whom thou didst abuse, Confess thy faults, thy frowardness and all, So that the Lord thy prayer not refuse. When I consider this, and then the brawl, Which raging youth (I will not me excuse) Did whilom breed in mine unmellowed brain, I thought it meet before I did assay, To writ in rhyme the double golden gain, Of amity: first yet to take away The grudge of grief, as thou dost me constrain. By due desert whereto I now must yield, And drown for ay in depth of Lethe's lake, Disdainful moods whom friendship cannot wield: Pleading for peace which for my part I make Of former strife, and henceforth let us writ The pleasant fruits of faithful friends delight. THis vain avail which thou by Mars hast won, Should not allure thy flitting mind to field, Where sturdy stéeds in depth of dangers run, By guts welgnawen by claps that Canons yield. Where faithless friends by warfare waxed ware, And run to him that giveth best reward: No fear of laws can 'cause them for to care, But rob and reave, and steal without regard, The father's coat, the brother's steed from stall: The dear friends purse shall picked be for pence, The native soil, the parents left and all, With Tant troth tant, the Camp is marching hence. But when bore beggary bids them to beware, And late repentance rules them to retire, Like hivelesse Bees they wander here and there, And hung on them who (erst) did dread their ire. This cut throto life (me seems) thou shouldst not like, And shun the happy haven of mean estate: High Ioue (pardie) may send what thou dost seek, And heap up pounds within thy quiet gate. Nor yet I would that thou shouldst spend thy days In idleness to tear a golden time: Like country louts, which count none other praise, But grease a sheep, and learn to serve the swine. In vain were then the gifts which nature lent, If Pan so press to pass dame Pallas lore: But my good friend, let thus thy youth be spent, Serve God thy Lord, and praise him evermore. Search out the skill which learned books do teach, And serve in field when shadows make thee sure: Hold with the head, and row not past thy reach. But pled for peace which plenty may procure. And (for my life) if thou canst run this race, Thy bags of coin will multiply apace.
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THe hatefull man that heapeth in his mynde, Cruell reuenge of wronges forepaſt and done, May not (with eaſe) ye pleaſaunt pathway finde, Of friendly verſe which I haue now begone, Vnleſſe at firſt his angry breſt vntwinde, The crooked knot which canckred choller knit, And then recule with reconciled grace. Likewiſe I finde it ſayde in holy write, If thou entend to turne thy fearefull face, To God aboue: make thyne agréement yet, Firſt with thy Brother whom thou didſt abuſe, Confeſſe thy faultes, thy frowardneſſe and all, So that the Lord thy prayer not refuſe. When I conſider this, and then the brall, Which raging youth (I will not me excuſe) Did whilome breede in mine vnmellowed brayne, I thought it méete before I did aſſay, To write in ryme the double golden gayne, Of amitie: firſt yet to take away The grutch of grief, as thou doeſt me conſtrayne. By due deſert whereto I now muſt yéeld, And drowne for aye in depth of Lethes lake, Diſdaynefull moodes whom frendſhip cannot wéelde: Pleading for peace which for my parte I make Of former ſtrife, and henceforth let vs write The pleaſant fruites of faythfull friends delight. THis vaine auaile which thou by Mars haſt woonne, Should not allure thy flitting minde to feelde, Where ſturdie ſtéeds in depth of dangers roonne, By guttes welgnawen by clappes that Canons yéelde. Where faithleſſe friendes by warrefare waxen ware, And runne to him that giueth beſt rewarde: No feare of lawes can cauſe them for to care, But robbe and reaue, and ſteale without regarde, The fathers coate, the brothers ſtéede from ſtall: The deare friendes purſe ſhall picked be for pence, The natiue ſoile, the parentes left and all, With Tant tra tant, the Campe is marching hence. But when bare beggrie bidds them to beware, And late repentance rules them to retire, Like hiueleſſe Bées they wander here and there, And hang on them who (earſt) did dreade their ire. This cut throto life (me ſéemes) thou ſhouldſt not like, And ſhunne the happie hauen of meane eſtate: High Ioue (perdy) may ſende what thou doeſt ſéeke, And heape vp poundes within thy quiet gate. Nor yet I would that thou ſhouldſt ſpende thy dayes In idleneſſe to teare a golden time: Like countrey loutes, which compt none other praiſe, But greaſe a ſheepe, and learne to ſerue the ſwine. In vaine were then the giftes which nature lent, If Pan ſo preſſe to paſſe dame Pallas lore: But my good friende, let thus thy youth be ſpent, Serue God thy Lord, and prayſe him euermore. Search out the ſkill which learned bookes do teach, And ſerue in féeld when ſhadowes make thée ſure: Hold with the head, and row not paſt thy reach. But plead for peace which plenty may procure. And (for my life) if thou canſt run this race, Thy bagges of coyne will multiply apace.