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The end of a dissolute life is a desperate death. There was never president to the contrary, but in the theefe in the Gospell: In one,
shuld despaire: in onc alone, lest any should presume.
Evil thoughts are the divels harbingers, for he lodgeth nòt but where they provide his entertainment.
Indifferent equality is safest superiority.
If thou givest a benefit, keepe it close; but if thou receivest one, publish it, for that invites another.
Let thy will be thy friend, thy minde thy companion, thy tongue thy servant.
Age may gaze at beauties blossomes; but youth climbes the tree and enjoyes the fruit.
Time is the herald of Trueth, and Trueth the daughter of Time.
The young man may die quickly; but the old man cannot live long.
There be foure good mothers have foure bad daughters: trueth hath hatred, prosperity hath príde, security hath perill, and familiarity hath contempt. i. Wisdome is that olive that springeth from the heart, bloometh on the tongue, and beareth fruit in the actions. 1 Happy is that mishap whereby we passe to better perfection.
The soule is the greatest thing in the least continent.
Let the limits of thy power be the bounds of
No greater comfort than to know much: no lesse labour than to say little. .
Give a lazie clerke a lean fee."
AMONG rare tracts, perhaps there is none more rare, or in itself more curious, than this which I am about to describe.
Ritson makes mention of a John Philip, who wrote “A rare and strange historicall account of Cleomenes and Sophonisbe, surnamed Juliet, very pleasant to reade.” I presume John Phyllips is a different person, and a new name to be added to our Catalogue of our English Poets. The following is the title of his book.
" A Commemoration of the Right Noble and Vertuous Ladye Margrit Duglasis Good Grace, Countes of Lennox, Daughter to the renowned and most excellent Princesse, Margarit, Queene
of Scotland, espoused to King James the Fourth of that Name: in the Dayes of her most puissaunt and magnificent Father, Henry the Seaventh of England, Fraunce and Ireland, King.
Wherein is rehearsed hir godly Life, her Constancy and perfit Patience in Time of Infortune, her godly and last Farewel taken of all noble Estates at the Howre of her Death, the Ninth Day of March, 1577, at her House of Hackney, in the Countie of Midlesex: and now Iyeth enterred the Thyrd of April, in the Chappel of King Henry the Seaventh, her worthy Grandfather, 1578, and Anno 20 of our Soveraigne, Lady Queene Elizabeth, by God's Permission, of England, Fraunce and Irelande, Queene.”
The Poem is thus inscribed :
“ To all Right Noble, Honorable, Godlye and Worshipfull Ladyes, John Phillip wisheth the feare of God, prosperitie and peace in Jesus Christ."
I subjoin the following specimen:
All flesh is grasse, and doth wither away,
Even as the flower that doth partch with the sunne, No physick can serve our lyves for to staye
When the clockes past, and the hower full runne.
But how or when, no mortall man doth knowe,
Some by long sicknesse thyr lyves do-resigire, ;
Some with the sworde are constrained to dye, And some by famine to earth do incline,
And some in the Houdes deepe drentched do lye,
Subject to miseries we are on the earth,
No charter of life is graunted to mang
Our time is but short, our dayes are not long, Our substaunce is death, and do what we can,
To earth we shall tourné be we never so stronge,
When, or in what 'sort, he shall us arest,
Consider that time runnes on without stayy.
If he once passe by he will not turne back;
For the web of this lyfe runnes still unto wrack:
For such as live carelesse, glorying in sinne, i...
At the end is
“ Yours 'at commaunde in the Lord, Phyllips.
Imprinted at London, by John Charlewood, dwelling in Barbycan, at the signe of the Halfe Eagle and Key."
Wa worth the time that ever I him saw,
I was to hait sa sone for to complaine,
Now will ilkane hold me abhominabill,