If contentation him befall, (20) His happie ende exceedeth all.
The longer life that we desire, the more offence doth dayly grow: The greater paine it doth require, except the iudge some mercy shew. Wherefore I thinke and euer shall, The happie end exceedeth all.
FINIS. D. S.
24. He perswadeth his friend from the fond affectes of loue. +
Why art thou bound and mayest go free, shall reason yeld to raging will? Is thraldome like to libertie? wilt thou exchaunge thy good for ill? Then shalt thou learne a childish play, and of each part to tast and proue: The lookers on shall iudge and say, lo this is he that liues by Loue.
(5) Thy wits with thoughts, shal stand at stay, thy head shal haue but heauy rest, Thy eyes shal watch for wanton praies, thy tong shal shew thy harts request: Thy eares shall heare a thousand noise, thy hand shall put thy pen to paine, And in the end, thou shalt dispraise, thy life so spent, for such small gaine.
If loue and list might euer cope, or youth might run in reasons race, (10) Or if strong sute might win sure hope, I would lesse blame a louers case: For loue is hot, with great desire, and sweet delight makes youth so fond, That little sparks will proue great fire, + and bring free harts to endles bonds
First count the care, and then the coste, & marke what fraud in faith is found, Then after come, and make thy boast, & shew some cause why thou art bound: (15) For when the wine doth run full low, you shall be faine to drinck the lies, And eat the flesh full well I know, that hath been blown with many flies.
We see where great deuotion is, the people kneele and kisse the crosse, And though we find small fault of this, yet some will gilt a bridles bosse. A foole his bable will not chaunge, not for the scepter of a King, (20) A louers life is nothing straunge, for youth delights none other thing.
FINIS. Tho. Churchyard.