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The castell of courtesie whereunto is adioyned the holde of humilitie: with the chariot of chastitie thereunto annexed. Also a dialogue betwéene age and youth, and other matters herein conteined. By Iames Yates seruingman. 1582.

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The castell of courtesie whereunto is adioyned the holde of humilitie: with the chariot of chastitie thereunto annexed. Also a dialogue betwéene age and youth, and other matters herein conteined. By Iames Yates seruingman. 1582.
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Yates, James, servingman.
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London :: Imprinted by Iohn Wolfe, dwelling in Distaffe Lane, neere vnto the signe of the Castle,
[1582]
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"The castell of courtesie whereunto is adioyned the holde of humilitie: with the chariot of chastitie thereunto annexed. Also a dialogue betwéene age and youth, and other matters herein conteined. By Iames Yates seruingman. 1582." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A15817.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 5, 2024.

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A fancy vpon fortune

SIth Fortune doth assigne, My ioyes they shall vntwine, And cares they shall combine, I must contented stand: Sith that she is my foe, Good lucke to ouerthrowe, And haplesse hap to shew, I take it at her hand.
I take it at her hand, Perforce then I must stand, For to abide her band, Untill she me release: Her subiect and her thralle, Her vassaile at her call, Her innocent and all, So must I hould my peace.

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Though wrong I do sustaine, Alas it is in vaine For me for to complaine, When Fortune knittes her face•• But beare it well in hearte, Although it be a smart, In faith without Desarte, More greeuouse is my case.
But God that sittes on hy, And guydes the cloudy skye, And doth each secrete spye, Respect this ruthfull tale. Remember those in care, Whose backe is faine to bare, Untill their eyes do stare, And yet they not availe.
How long will Fortune frette, How long shall I thus sette, How long shall sorrowes gette, For to bereaue my ioy? How long shall pleasure stay, How long shall mirth delay, How long shall I thus sway, In depth of myne annoy?
Will Fortune neuer smile, Will Fortune wrong compile, Will Fortune still exile? O now I hope and trust, That fortune will me pleasure, Though not with wit or treasure, But quyet life and leasure, Lo thus I hope aud must.
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