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.

A prety toye written vpon a Ladies propoundinge a Riddle to hir friende.

A Lady once in pleasaunt sorte, A question did demaunde of mee, For want as then of other sporte, Without offence, good Sir (quod shée): Maie I craue thus much at your 〈◊〉〈◊〉, To haue a Riddle rightly scand?

Whereto I soone gaue this Reply, Madame you know full harde it is, To reade a Riddle perfectly, The wisest men maie Iudge amisse: But shew theffect of your request, And you shall sée me doo my best.

The Riddle.

Why then a thinge there is quod shée, That bréedeth many deadly smart: Which none can féele, nor héere, nor sée, And yet with gréefe, consumes the hart. For which is founde none other ease, But euen the cause of the disease: Now this is my desire quoth shée, To be resolu'de what this maie be?

The Answere.

These doubts (Madame) quod I to skan, Requires some time, and that not small, They trouble wolde a wiser man, Then I by roode to deale withall: But yet faire Dame the doubt of this, I hope to finde, and not to misse, I can but gesse vpon a doubt, I will not sweare to finde it 〈◊〉〈◊〉.

But as I Iudge Madam quod I, It séemes Appollos sickenesse sure On whom he cried piteously, That neuer any herbe coulde cure: Nor any Phisicke finde reliefe, To helpe or ease him of his grée••e. Which plainly Madam for to name, Is lucklesse loue Dame Venus game.

Which spightfull sport for to 〈◊〉〈◊〉, Some so doe dull their sences all: That in the ende with to much paine, They doe become sore sicke with all: And so remaine vntill they haue, Some players such as they doe craue.

For euery Player cannot please, Ech patient to playe with all: For then to cure his straunge disease, Hee some shulde haue sone at his call: But he must haue whom eche wolde crau•• Els hee poore soule small rest shall haue▪

This Madam for ought I can see The meaning of your doubt must bee, Which if you like not good Madam: Let it euen passe from whence it came.

My Lady ••awght: is loue quod shee A spight, and sporte, to both at ones Now thou hast giuen me, credit me: A resolution for the nones. Tis loue in deede thou hast founde out, The misterie of all my doubt: And for thy paynes as to a friende, I yeelde thee thancks and there an 〈◊〉〈◊〉.

FINIS.