Anonymous · published 1570 · first performed or written 1568 [before 1569] (Annals) moral · Children of Paul's (first)(?) unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 516 words
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Thy message will 'cause her some favour to bear, For my sake and thy sake and for her own likewise If thou use thyself discreetly in this enterprise. She hath a father, a testy sour old man, I doubt jest he and I, shall fall out now and than, give him fair words, forbear him for his age, Thou must consider him to be ancient and sage, Show thyself officious and serviceable still, And then shall Reason make very much of William. If your wife be ever complaining, how then? My wife will have nothing to do with my men. If she do, believe her not in any wise. And when you once perceive her stomach to arise, Then cut her short at the first and you shall see A marvelous virtue in that medisen to be, Give her not the bridle for a year or twain And you shall see her bridle it without a rain, Break her betimes and bring her under by force Or else the grey Mare, will be the better horse. If thou have done begun, and spend no time in vain. Where shall I find you, when I come again. At home. Good enough take your ease let me alone with this Surely a treasure of all treasures it is, To serve such a master, as I hope him to be, And to have such a servant as he hath of me, For I am quick, nimbell, proper and nice, He is full good, gentle, sober and wise, He is full loath to thide or to check, And I am as willing to serve at a beck, He orders me well and speaks me so fair That for his sake no travail I must spare, But now am I come to the gate of this Lady, I will pause a while to frame mine errant fynelye And lo where she cometh yet will I not come nigh her, But among these fellows will I stand to eye her. My Parents ye know, how many fall in laps That do ascribe to me the cause of their mishaps? How many seek that come to short of their desire? How many do attempt that daily do retire? How many rove about the mark on every side? How many think to hit when they are much to wide? How many run to far how many light to low? How few to good effect, their travail do bestow, And how all these impute their losses unto me. Should I have joy to think of marriage now trow ye What doth the world my love alone say they Is bought so dear that life and goods for it must pay Strong youth must spend itself, and yet when all is done, We here of few or none that have this Lady won. On me they make outcries and charge me with the blood Of those that for my sake adventure life and good This grief doth wound my heart so, the suitors more as yet I see no cause nor reason why I should admit.
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Thy message wyll cause her some fauor to beare, For my sake and thy sake and for her owne likewyse If thou vse thy selfe discretly in this enterpryse. She hath a father, a testy sower old man, I doubt lest he and I, shall fall out nowe and than, Gyue hym fayre words, forbeare him for his age, Thou must consider hym to be auncient and sage, Shew thy selfe officious and seruisable stil, And then shall Reason make very muche of Will. If your wyfe be euer complayning, how then? My wyfe wyll haue nothing to doe wyth my men. If she doe, beleue her not in any wyse. And when you once perceyue her stomacke to aryse, Then cut her short at the first and you shall see A meruaylouse vertue in that medisen to bée, Giue her not the bridle for a yeare or twayne And you shal sée her bridle it without a reine, Breake her betymes and bring her vnder by force Or elles the graye Mare, wil be the better horse. If thou haue done begone, and spende no time in vayne. Where shal I fynde you, when I come againe. At home. Good enough take your ease let me alone with this Surely a treasure of all treasures it is, To serue such a mayster, as I hope him to bee, And to haue such a seruant as he hath of mee, For I am quicke, nimbell, proper and nise, He is ful good, gentle, sober and wyse, He is full loth to thide or to checke, And I am as willinge to serue at a becke, He orders me well and speakes me so fayre That for his sake no trauayle I must spare, But now am I come to the gate of this Ladye, I wyll pause a whyle to frame myne errante fynelye And loe wher she commeth yet will I not come nye her, But amonge these fellowes wyl I stande to eye her. My Parentes ye knowe, howe many fall in lappes That do ascribe to me the cause of their mishappes? Howe many séeke that come to short of their desyre? Howe many do attempt that dayly do retire? Howe many roue about the marke on euery syde? How many thinke to hit when they are much to wyde? Howe many runne to farre how many light to lowe? Howe fewe to good effecte, their trauayle do bestowe, And howe all these impute their losses vnto mee. Should I haue ioye to thinke of mariage nowe trowe yée What doth the worlde my loue alone say they Is bought so dere that life and goodes for it must paye Stronge youth must spende it selfe, and yet when al is done, We here of fewe or none that haue this Lady wonne. On me they make outcryes and charge me with the bloud Of those that for my sake aduenture life and good This griefe doth wound my hart so, ye suters more as yet I se no cause nor reason why I shold admyt.