Posts tagged ‘1568’

Monday, 6 February 2017

Truste Not Lightly nor Cavill Muche by Gregory of Nazianzus

All manner wordes, or promis doe not truste,
Against eache speache, in no wyse maist thou mell,
But as through tyme, and place thou rightly must,
Obey thou God, whom thou canst not excell.
With mouthe all men most egrely doe strive:
With manners never one that is alive.

From: Saint Gregory of Nazianzus, Epigrams and sentences spirituall in vers, of Gregori Nazanzen, an auncient & famous bishop in the Greke churche Englished by Tho. Drant, 2004, Text Creation Partnership: Ann Arbor, Michigan and Oxford, p. [unnumbered].
(http://name.umdl.umich.edu/A02203.0001.001)

Date: 4th century (original in Greek); 1568 (translation in English)

By: Gregory of Nazianzus (c329-390)

Translated by: Thomas Drant (c1540-1578)

Sunday, 3 January 2016

Like Will to Like: The Prologue by Ulpian Fulwell

Cicero in his book De Amicitia these words doth express,
Saying nothing is more desirous than like is unto like;
Whose words are most true and of a certainty doubtless:
For the virtuous do not the virtuous’ company mislike.
But the vicious do the virtuous’ company eschew:
And like will unto like, this is most true.
It is not my meaning your ears for to weary,
With hearkening what is the’ffect of our matter:
But our pretence is to move you to be merry,
Merrily to speak, meaning no man to flatter.
The name of this matter, as I said whilere,
Is, Like will to Like, quoth the Devil to the Collier.
Sith pithy proverbs in our English tongue doth abound,
Our author thought good such a one for to choose,
As may show good example, and mirth may eke be found,
But no lascivious toys he purposeth for to use.
Herein, as it were in a glass, see you may
The advancement of virtue, of vice the decay:
To what ruin ruffians and roisters are brought;
You may here see of them the final end:
Begging is the best, though that end be nought;
But hanging is worse, if they do not amend.
The virtuous life is brought to honour and dignity:
And at the last to everlasting eternity.
And because divers men of divers minds be,
Some do matters of mirth and pastime require:
Other some are delighted with matters of gravity,
To please all men is our author’s chief desire.
Wherefore mirth with measure to sadness is annexed:
Desiring that none here at our matter will be perplexed.
Thus, as I said, I will be short and brief,
Because from this dump you shall relieved be:
And the Devil with the collier, the thief that seeks the thief,
Shall soon make you merry, so shortly you shall see;
And sith mirth for sadness is a sauce most sweet,
Take mirth then with measure, that best sauceth it.

From: Fulwell, Ulpian and Farmer, John S. (ed.), The Dramatic Writings of Ulpian Fulwell: comprising Like Will to Like—Note-Book and Word-List, 1906, Early English Drama Society: London, pp. 3-4.
(https://archive.org/stream/dramaticulpian00fulwuoft#page/n9/mode/2up)

Date: 1568

By: Ulpian Fulwell (1545/6-1584/5/6)

Sunday, 31 May 2015

The Lover Describeth his Trustie Love by Thomas Howell

Though horse so wylde in thousand partes
Should teare my corps most dolorous:
Though Fryde I were with piersing smarts
And boylde in lead most piteous.
Though sworde shouide pierse my hart so colde,
ln bloudy woundes my death to frame,
Though paine of hell to me were solde,
Most retchlesse wretch and yll by name.
Though thousand miles on foote I fare,
With naked legge in frozen stormes;
Though bloud of hart I spend in care,
Through countries farre in thousand harmes.
Though dread in feares doth worke dispaire,
And hope alone doth cherishe mee:
Yet rack that rendes eche lim so faire,
Shall not by smart take heart from thee.

From: Howell, Thomas and Grosart, Alexander (ed.), The Poems of Thomas Howell, (1568-1581). Edited, with Introduction and Notes, 1879, Charles E. Simms: Manchester, p. 34.
(https://archive.org/stream/poemsthomashowe00howegoog#page/n50/mode/2up)

Date: 1568

By: Thomas Howell (fl. 1568-1581)

Tuesday, 26 May 2015

A Religious Use of Taking Tobacco by Robert Wisdome

The Indian weed witherèd quite,
Green at morn, cut down at night,
Shows thy decay;
All flesh is hay:
Thus think, then drink tobacco.

And when the smoke ascends on high,
Think thou behold’st the vanity
Of worldly stuff,
Gone with a puff:
Thus think, then drink tobacco.

But when the pipe grows foul within,
Think of thy soul defiled with sin.
And that the fire
Doth it require:
Thus think, then drink tobacco.

The ashes that are left behind,
May serve to put thee still in mind
That into dust
Return thou must:
Thus think, then drink tobacco.

From: http://gypsyscholarship.blogspot.com.au/2007/02/to-drink-tobacco.html

Date: c1568

By: Robert Wisdome (15??-1568)