Paradise sig. Hiiiiv

[sig. Hiiiiv]

¶ Hope well and haue well. +

I N hope the shipman hoyseth sayle, in hope of passage good, In hope of health the sick man, doth suffer losse of bloud: In hope the prisoner linckt in chaines, hopes libertie to finde, Thus hope breedes health and health breedes ease, to euery troubled minde.
(5) In hope desire gets victorie, in hope great comfort springes, In hope the Louer liues in ioyes, he feares no dreadfull stinges: In hope we liue and may abide, such stormes as are assignde, Thus hope breedes health, and health breedes ease, to euery troubled mind.
In hope we easily suffer harme, in hope of future time, (10) In hope of fruite, the paines seemes sweete, that to the tree doth clime: In hope of Loue, such glory growes, as now by proofe I finde, That hope breedes health, and health breedes ease, to euery trobled minde.

FINIS. W. Hunnis.

He requesteth some freendly comfort.
affirming his constancie.

T He mountaines hie whose loftie topps, doth meete the hautie skie The craggy rocke that to the Sea, free passage doth deny: The aged Oke that doth resist, the force of blustering blast, The pleasaunt hearbe that euery where, a fragrant smell doth cast. (5) The Lions force whose courage stout, declares a princelike might, The Eagle that for worthines, is borne of kinges in fight: +The Serpent eke whose poysoned iawes, doth belch out venime vile, The lothsome Tode that shunneth light, and liueth in exile. These these I say, and thousandes more, by tract of time decay, (10) And like to time doe quite consume, and vade from time to clay: But my true heart and seruice vowde, shall last time out of minde, And still remayne as thine by dome, as Cupid hath assignde. My faith loe here I vow to thee, my troth thou knowest right well, My goodes, my freendes, my life is thine, what neede I more to tell? (15) I am not mine but thine I vowe, thy hestes I will obay, And serue thee as a seruaunt ought, in pleasing if I may. And sith I haue no flying winges, to see thee as I wishe, Ne finnes to cut the siluer streames, as doth the gliding fish: Wherefore leaue now forgetfulnesse, and send againe to me, (20) And straine thy Azured vaynes to write, then I may greeting see.