A floorish vpon fancie As gallant a glose vpon so triflinge a text, as euer was written. Compiled by N.B. Gent. To which are annexed, manie pretie pamphlets, for pleasant heads to passe away idle time withal. By the same authour.

¶The same man being desyred the next day following, to sing som prety song to the Virginals, by a Gentle∣woman that he made no small accoumpt of: was faine Extem∣pore to endite, and sing as followeth.

AMid my ioyes such gréefe I fynde, That what to doe, I know not I: My pleasures are but blastes of wynde, Full well euen now, and by and by, Some sodayne pangues torment me so, That I could euen crye out for wo.

And yet perforce no remedy, Néedes must I laugh, when I could m••urne: Yea, ofte I sing when presently, To teares my singing could I tourne: Such lucke haue Gamsters some men say, Winne, and loose, and all in a day.

But some there are whome fortune still, Giues leaue to winne, and seldome lose: Oh would to God I had my will, That I might soone be one of those. That are in fortunes ••auour so, Then néede I not thus playne of wo.

For if that I were sure at least, For to obtayne that I would craue: Yea though it were but one request, I would desyre no more to haue. I aske but euen one happy day, Let me doe after as I may▪

And sure I sée no remedy, But euen to hope on happe alone: And that is it that comfortes me, For when hope sayles, all ioyes are gone. Therefore what with hope and dispayre, My ioyes lye houering in the ayre.

Which would to God would eyther fall, Or else be driuen quyte away: That I might haue no hope at all, or else that I might happily say. Now haue I found the thing I sought, Now will I take but little thought.

Well, yet I hope or e••e I dye, To light on such a happy day: That I may syng full merrily, Not, heigh ho wele, but care away. The Ship full many tempestes past, Hath reacht the quyet Hauen at last.

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