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Towching the methode and invention, even as Petrark in his workes De remediis utriusque fortunæ doth recoupt the uncerteine joyes of men in severall dialogues, so have I in these elegies distributed the same into sundrie songs, and have hetherto perfected but fowre of the first, the which I humbly commend unto your noble sensure and gracious correction. And therewithall I proffer in like manner that if your Matic shall lyke the woorke, and deeme it worthy of publication, I will then shrinke for no pains untill I have (in such songes) touched all the common places of mans perylous pleasures.
But without the confirmation of your favorable acceptains (your Matie well knoweth) I will never presume to publish any thing hereafter, and that being well considered (compared also withe the unspeakable comfort which I have conce ved in your Matis undeserved favor) maie sufficiently witnes without further triall that doubtfull
greevous doubtes, do often accompanye oure greatest joyes.
Howsoever it be, I right humbly beseeche youre heighness to accept this Nifle for a new yeres gyfte, and therewithal to pardon the boldnes of your servaunt who eftsoones presumethe by contemplation to kysse youre delicate and most honourable handes, and voweth willingly to purchase the continewance of youre comforte, by any deathe or perill, which occasion maye
present for accomplishment of any least service acceptable to so worthie a Queene, whome God preserve this first of January, 1577, and ever. Amen.
Youre Maties joyfull greeved servant,
The Poem consists of what the Author calls
At the end of the last he has written“ Left unperfect for feare of horsmen.”
Tam Marti quam Mercurio.
The following specimen of the Poem is taken from the fourth song or section.
I graunt yong mynds may youthfully delight
But as the bell can hardly holde the hawke
the mery meane doth marre.
To prove this tiew who shall the game begynne?
Alas alas, who sooner deathe deceave
Yn deede suche dynne appeasethe angrye mynds,
Sett me asyde and harke to holly syres,
* No doubt the Author means honied, though I never remember to have seen this word.
+ They who climb highest,
Att last came Austine like a dreamyng dadd,
Yt is a treuth, and cannot be denyed,
sufferethe to be sadd.
The serpent tickleth whome she list to sting,
Amongst the vaynes of variable joyes
I meane I founde that ravished thereby,
That some reporte contynually dyd ryng
I coulde not reade, but I must tune my words;
Laugh nott, SWEETE QUEENE, for I shall not be founde
And wonderfull it is that NEROES mynde
And lyke the swanne he soong before his deathe,
suffise to shewe that all oure lust At last will leave us yn the depthe of dust;
* I presume ticklish is here meant.