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 LAMENTATION of Fancie.

ALas poore silly wretch, now maiest thou wéepe and wai••e, For now thy Forte is of no force, thou canst no more pre∣uaile. Fancie let ••all thy flag, thy brauerie is discride, Thy shifts are seene, wherewith thou thoughtest, thy self from sight to hide The man is got away, whō late I entertainde: And lo by him I am defamde, and all my state is stainde. Why did I not him féede, with some more sweete repaste? Why did I not deuise to dresse, some toy to please his taste? I put into his drincke, too much Drugges of dispight, Thou moughst allayd the bitternes, with drammes of swéet delight Why didst thou in a rage, first flinge him from thy lappe? And leaue to féede him any more, with worldly pleasures pap? Why did I in my rage, not speakinge anie worde: Take him so roughlie at the first, and set him from my boorde? And thrust him out of doores, in such a scornefull wise: Thou hadst bene better let him dinde, and let himselfe to rise. Why didst thou throw him downe the steares in such a sorte? That hee of thy discurtesie may iustlie make report. And beinge falne downe so, why didst thou Vaine delight Thrust him out of doores by force, in such dispight? You Iacke an Apeses too, why caught you at him so? To ride him like an Asse, as he alonge the Courte did go. Why did you hisse you Geese? and Duckes why cride you quacke, To raile on him? why did you not more gently let him packe? Why didst thou Daliaunce, so thrust him out of doore? That made him catch so great a fall, and bruze himself so sore. A las what blame I you? my selfe I ought to blame, For if I had forbidden it, you had not done the same? Coulde none of all my Flowers, so faire and swéete of smell, Cause him to haue desire againe, within my Forte to dwell?

Coulde not my Bedchamber, with all my Pictures faire, Make him yet ere he die againe, thither to make repaire. Alasse, I feare he sawe the wordes at my Beds hed. And out of doubt I feare in déede, that sentence he hath redde. And that hath caused him, to loth my Bed and mée, But coulde not all the other sightes, that in the Chamber hée Did sée to moue delight, make him forget the same, Oh no, well Fancie yet séeke none at all to blame, But euen thy onely selfe, who tookest so small regarde Unto a Stranger in such sorte, and handle him so harde. Well, since that hee is gone, and that I am discride, And that from him my shiftes alasse, I can no longer hide I must a warninge take, the next that come againe, Unto my Forte for seruice mine, better to entertaine. And though he thus begon, I doubt not but there be, Some youthes a broade yet in the worlde, y^t wil come séeke out me, But all that I can euer haue, to ease my paine, Will neuer doe me halfe that good, as to see him againe. Which if I euer haue, I now not sorow soo, But I shall then reioyce asmuch, and ridde me of my woo, Untill which time alasse, I languish still in paine, And so shall doe vntill I see, my gentle youth againe.

FINIS.