The garland of good-will divided into three parts : containing many pleasant songs and pretty poems to sundry new notes : with a table to find the names of all the songs / written by T.D.

THE THIRD PART OF THE GARLAND of GOOD-WILL. (Book 3)

Song. 1.

A Maids Choice, 'twixt Age and Youth. CRabbed Age and Youth, cannot live together; Youth is full of pleasure, Age is full of care: Youth's like Summers morn, Age like winters weather, Youth is full of sport, Age's breath is short; Youth is wild, and Age is lame: Youth is hot and bold, Age is weak and cold, Youth is wild, and Age is tame; Age I do abhor thee, Youth I do adore thee, O my Love, my Lord is Young, Age I do defie thee, O sweet Shepherd hye thee, for methinks thou stay'st too long. Here I do attend, arm'd by love and pleasure: UUith my youthful Friend, joyful for to meet:

〈…〉〈…〉, for my onely treasure, Genus sugred habit, fancy dainty sweet: Like a loveing wife, So lead I my life, thirsting for my hearts desire: Come sweet Youth, I pray Away Old Man, away, thou canst not give what I require: For Old Age I care not, Come my love and spare not, Age is Feeble, Youth is strong, Age I do defie thee, O sweet Shepherd hye thee, for methinks thou stay? & too long.

Phaebus stay thy Steeds over-swift running; Drive not on so fast, bright resplendant Sun: For fair Dapnes sake, now express thy running: Pitty on me take, else I am undone; Your hours swift of flight, That waste with Titans sight, and so consu••ie the chearful ••oy;

O stay a while with me, Till I my Love may see; O Youth thou dost so long delay: Time will over slip us, And in pleasure trip us: come away therefore with 〈◊〉〈◊〉: I would not lose an hour, For fair Londons Tower, Genus therefore help my 〈◊〉〈◊〉

Flora's Banks are spread, in their rich attire, With their dainty Uiolet, and the Pri••••rose sweet: Dazies white and red, fitting Youths desire, Whereby the Daffadilly, and the Cowslip meet: All for youths de••ire, Their fresh Colours move, in the Meadows green an•• 〈◊〉〈◊〉: The Birds with sweeter Ro••ts▪ Do strain their pritty throats, to entertain my love this way. I with twenty wishes, And an hundred kisses, would receive him by the hand: If he gave not me a fall,

I would him Coward call, and all unto my word would stand.

Lo where he appears, like young Adonis, Ready to set on fire, the chasest heart alive, Jewel of my life, welcome where thine own is: Pleasant are thy looks, sorrows to deprive; Embrasing thy Darling Dear, Without all doubtful fear; on thy command I wholly rest, Do what thou wilt to me, Therein I agree, and be not strange to my request: To Youth I only yield, Age fits not Venus field: though I be conquered what care I, In such a pleasant war, Come meet me if you dare, who first mislikes, let them cry.

FINIS.

AS you came from the Holy Land, of Walsingham; Met you not with my true Love,

by the way as you came? How should I know your true Love, that have met many a one; As I came from the Holy Land, that have come, that have gone.

She is neither white nor Brown, but as the Heavens fair; There is none hath a Form so Divine, on the Earth, in the Air: Such a one did I meet (good sir) with Angel-like Face; UUho like a Queen did appear; in her Gate, in her Grace.

She hath left me here all alone, all alone and unknown, UUho sometimes lov'd me as her life, and called me her own: UUhat's the cause she hath left thee alone,. and a new way doth take, That sometime did love thee as her self, and her joy did thee make?

I loved her all my youth, but now am Old as you see, Love liketh not the Falling Fruit, nor the withered tree:

For Love is •• careless Child, and forgets Promise past; He is blind, he is not deaf, when he 〈◊〉〈◊〉, and in Faith never fast.

For love is a great delight, And yet a tru••••less joy, he is won with a word of Despair; And is lost with a Ioy•• such is the Love of Women-kind: Or the word (Love) abused, Under which many childish desires, and Conceits are excused.

But Love is a durable fire, in the mind ever burning; Never Sick, never Dead, never Cold, from it self never turning.

4. The Winning of Cales.

LOng had the proud Spaniard, advanced to conquer us, Threatning our Country with Fire and Sword: Often preparing their Navy most sumptuous, With all the Provision

that Spain could afford: Dub, a dub, dub, thus strikes the Drums, Tan-ta-ra-ra, tan-ta-ra-ra, English men comes.

To the Seas presently, went our Lord admiral; With Knights Couragious, and Captains full good: The Earl of Essex, a prosperous General, With him prepared, to pass the Salt Flood. Dub, a dub, &c.

At Plymouth speedily, took their Ships ••••tiantiy; Braver Ships never were seen under sail: With their fair Colours spread, and Streams o're their head; Now braging Spaniards take heed of your Tayl. Dub, a dub, &c.

Unto Cales runningly, came we most happily;

UUhere the King's Ruby, did secretly Ride, Being upon their backs, pierceing their Buts of Sack E're that the Spaniard our coming discry'd: Tan ta-ra-ra-ra, English-men tymes; bounce-abounce, bounce-abounce; Off went the Guns.

Great was the crying, running and riding; UUhich at that season was made in that place: Then Beacons was fired, as need was required, To hide their great treasure, they had little space: Alas they cryed English-men comes.

There you might see the Ships, how they were fired fast; And how the men drowned themselves in the Sea: That you might hear them cry, wail and weep piteously, UUhen as they saw no shift,

to escape thence away: Dub a dub, &c.

The great Saint Phillip, the pride of the Spaniards▪ UUas burnt to the bottom, and sunk into the Sea: But the Saint Andrew, and eke the Saint Matthew, UUe took in Fight manfully, and brought them away: Dub a dub, &c.

The Earl of Essex, most Ualiant and hardy, UUith Horse-men and Foot-men, marcht towards the Town The enemies which saw them, full greatly affrighted; Did fly for their Safe-guard, and burst not come down: Dub a dub, &c.

Now quoth the Noble Earl, Courage my Souldiers all, Fight and he Ualiant, the spoyl you shall have: And well rewarded all,

from the great to the 〈◊〉〈◊〉▪ But look that the Women and Children you save. Dub, a dub, &c.

The Spaniards at that 〈◊〉〈◊〉, Saw 'twas in vain to 〈◊〉〈◊〉, Hung up their Flags of 〈◊〉〈◊〉 yielding up the town We marcht in presently, decking the Walls on hi•••• With our English Colours, which purchased Renown. Dub, a dub, &c.

Entring the 〈…〉〈…〉 of the ••ichest men, For Gold and trea•••••••• we searched each day; In some places we 〈…〉〈…〉, ••yes baking in the 〈◊〉〈◊〉 Meat at the fire Roasting, and men ran away. Dub, a dub, &c.

Full of rich Merchandize, every Shop we did se••, Damask and Sattins,

and Velvet full fair: ••hich Souldiers measure out by the length of their Swo••ds Of all Commodities, and each one had a share, Dub a dub, &c.

Thus Cales was taken, and our brave General M••rcht to the Market-place, there he did stand; There many Prisoners of good account were took, Many crav'd Mercy, and mercy they found: Dub a dub, &c.

When as our General, saw they delayed time, And would not ransom the Town as they said: With their fair Mains••ots, their Presses and Bed••••eads, Their Ioynt-stools and Tables, a fire we made; And when the Town 〈◊〉〈◊〉 in a 〈◊〉〈◊〉, With tan-ta-ra, tan-ta ar-rat: from thence we came.

4. Of King Edward the Third, and the fair Coun∣tess of Salisbury; setting forth her constancy and endless glory.

WHen as Edward the third did live, the valliant King; David of Scotland to rebel, did then begin: The Town of Barwick suddenly, from us he won, And burnt Newcastle to the ground, thus strife begun: To Roxbury Castle marcht then, And by the force of warlike men, besieg'd therein a gallant fair Lady, While that her Husband was in France; His Countries honour to advance, the Noble and Famous Earl of Salisbury.

Brave Sir William Montague, rode then in haste, Who declared unto the King, the Scotish-mens ••oast: Who like a Lyon in a rage, did straightway prepare, For to deliver that fair Lady, from woful care:

But when the Scotish-men did hear her say, Edward our King was come that d••y: they raised their siege and ran away with speed So when th••t he did 〈◊〉〈◊〉 come With warlike Trumpet, ••ife and ••rum, none but a gallant Lady did him meet.

Who when he did with greedy eyes behold and see; Her peerless beauty inthral'd his Majesty: And ever the longer that he lookt; the more he might: For in her only beauty was his hearts delight. And humbly then upon her knees, She thankt his Royal Majesty, that he had driven danger from her gate: Lady, quoth he, stand up in peace, Although my war doth now encrease, Lord keep (quoth she) all hurt from ••our ••state

Now is the King full sadin soul, and wots not why, And for the love of the fair Countess of Salisbury. She little knowing his cause of g••ief, did come to see,

Wherefore his Highness sat alone so heavily, I have ••een wrong'd, fair Dame (quoth he) Since I came hithed unto th••; no, God 〈◊〉〈◊〉, my Sov••raign, she said, If I were worthy for to kn••w, The cause and ground of this your woe; you should be helpt, if it did lye in me.

Swear to perform thy word to me, thou Lady gay; To thee the sorrows of my heart, I will bewray: I swear by all the Saints in Heaven, I will (quoth she) And let my Lord have no mistrust at all in me. Then take thy self a••••de, he said, For why, thy beauty hath betray'd; Wounding a King with thy ••right shining eye, If thou •••• then some mercy show, Thou shalt expel a Princely woe: so shall I live, or else in sorrow ••ye.

You have your 〈◊〉〈◊〉, my ••overaign Lord, effectually; Take all the leave that I can 〈◊〉〈◊〉 your Majesty,

But on thy Beauty all my ioys have their above; Take thou my Beauty from my face, my gracious Lord. Did'st thou not swear to grant my will, All that I may, I will ful••l: then for my love, let my true love be seen, My Lord your speech I might reprove, You cannot give to me your love, for that belongs unto your Queen.

But I suppose your Grace did this, only to try, Whether a wanton Tale might tempt Dame Salisbury. Nor from your self therefore my Liege my steps do stray; But from your wanton tempting Tale, I go my way: O turn again my Lady bright, Come unto me my hearts delight; gone is the comfort of my ••ensive heart; Yere comes the Earl of Warwick he, The Father of this fair Lady, my mind to him I mean for to impart.

••hy is my Lord and Soveraign King, so griev'd in mind?

Because that I have lost the thing I cannot find. What thing is that any gra••ious Lord which you have lost? It is my 〈◊〉〈◊〉 which to near 〈◊〉〈◊〉 betwixt fire and frost? Curst be that fire and frosttho, That caused this your Highness wo••: O Warwick! thou 〈◊〉〈◊〉 wrong me very 〈◊〉〈◊〉 It is thy Daughter Noble Earl, That Heaven-bright-Lamp, that peerless Pearl, which kills my heart, yet do I her adore.

If that be all (my gracious King) that works your grief, I will perswade the sco••nful Dame to yield relief: Never shall she my Daughter be, if she refuse, The Love and favour of a King, may her excuse: Thus 〈◊〉〈◊〉 Warwick went away, And quits contrary he did say, when as he did the beaut••ous Countess meet; Well 〈◊〉〈◊〉 my Daughter (quoth ••••) A message I must do to thee, our Royal King most 〈…〉〈…〉 thee gre••••.

The King will dye, lest thou to him do grant thy love; To love, my Husband love I would remove. It is right Charity to love my Daughter dear, But no true love, so charitable, for to appear: His Greatness may hear out the shame, But his kingdom cannot buy out the blame, he craves thy love, that may ••ereave thy life; It is my duty to move this, But not thy honesty to yield, I wis, I mean to dye a true unspotted Wife.

Now hast thou spoken my Daughter dear, as I would have; Charity bears a Golden Name, unto the Grave: And when to thy wedded Lord thou provest untrue, Then let my bitter curses still, thy soul pursue: Then with a smiling chear go thou, As right and reason doth allow, yet shew the King thou bearest no Strumpets mind I go dear Father, with a trice, And by a slight of sine device,

I'le cause the King confess that I am unkind,

Here comes the Lady of my life, the King did say, My Father bids me Soveraign Lord, your will obey: And I consent, if you will gr••nt on•• boon to me, I grant it thee, my Lady fair, what e'rest be. My Husband is alive you know, First let me kill him e're I go, and at your command I will ever be Thy Husband now in France doth rest, No, no, he lies within my breast; and being so nigh, he will my fal••••od se••,

With that she started from the King, and took her knife, And desperately she thought to rid, her self of life. The King he started from the Chai••, her hand to stay, O noble King, you have broke your word with me this day. Thou that not do this deed, quoth he, Then never I will lye with thee; ••o, then live still, and let me bear the 〈◊〉〈◊〉;

Live in honour and high estate, With thy true Lord and wedded mate, I never will attempt this suit again.

5. The Spanish Ladies love to an English Gentleman.

WIll you hear a Spanish Lady, how she woo'o••m English-man, Garments gay, as rich as may be, deckt with jewels had she on: Of a comely countenance, and grace was ••he, And by Birth and Parentage, of high degree.

As his prios••er there he kept her, in his hands her life did lye: Cupids hands did tye her faster, by the likeing of her eye, In his courteous company, was all her joy; To favour him in anything, she was not coy.

At the last there raine commandment, for to set the Ladies free;

With their Jewels still ado••ned, none to do thein injury: Alas then said the Lady gay, full woe is me! O let me still sustain this kind captivity.

Gallant Captain shew some pitty to a Lady in distress, Leave me not within the City for to dye in heaviness, Thou hast set this present day my body free: But my heart in prison strong, remains with thee.

How should thou (fair Lady) love me, whom thou know'st thy Countries Foe, Thy fair words makes me sus••ect thee, Serpents are where flowers grow: All the evil I think to thee, most gracious Knight; God grant unto my self the same may fully light.

Blessed be the time and season, that you came on Spanish ground; If you may our Foes be termed,

gentle foes we have you found: With our Cities you have won, our hearts eath one; Then to your Country bear away, that is your own.

Rest you still (most gallant Lady) rest you still and weep no more; Of fair Lovers there are plenty, Spain doth yield a wondrous store: Spaniards fraught with jealousse, we often find; But English-men throughout the world are counted kind.

Leave me not unto a Spaniard, you alone enjoy my heart; I am lovely, young, and tender, Love is likewise my desert: Still to serve thee day and night, my mind is prest, The wife of every English-man is counted blest.

It would be a shame, fair Lady, for to hear a woman hence, English Souldiers never carry and such without offence.

I will quickly change my self, if it be so; And like a Page i'le follow thee, where e're thou go.

I have neither Gold nor Silver, to maintain thee in this case, And to travel 'tis great charges, as you know in every place. My Chains and Jewels every one, shall be thine own; And eke five hundred pounds in Gold, that lies unknown.

On the Seas are many dangers, many storms doth there arise; Which will be to Ladies dreadful, and force tears from watry eyes: Well in worth, I could endure extremity; For I could find in heart to lose my life for the••.

Courteous Lady be contented, here comes all that breeds the ••••rise; I in England have already, a sweet Woman to my wife: I will not falsifie my vow,

for gold or gain, Nor yet for all the fairest Dames, that live in Spain.

O how happy is that woman that enjoys so true a friend; Many days of joy God send you, and of my suit i'le make an end: Upon my knees I pardon crave, for this offence; Which love and true affection, did first commence.

Commend me to thy loving Lady, bear to her this Chain of Gold, And these Bracelets for a token, grieving that I was so hold: All my Jewels in like sort, bear thou with thee, For these are fitting for thy wife, and not for me.

I will spend my days in prayer, Love and all her laws defies; In a Nunnery will I shrew me, far from other Company: But e're my Prayers h••••e 〈◊〉〈◊〉 and, be sure of this▪

To pray for thee and for thy love, I will not miss.

Thus farewel gentle Captain, and farewel my hearts concent, Count not Spanish Ladies wanton, though to thee my love was bent: Joy and true prosperity, go still with thee; The like fall ever to thy share, most fair Lady.

9. A Farewel to Love.

FArewel false Love, the Oracle of lies, a mortal foe, an enemy to rest, An envious Boy, from whence great cares arise, A bastard vile, a beast with age possest: A way for errour, a tempest full of treason, In all respects contrary unto reason.

A poysoned Serpent cover'd all with flowers, Mother of sighs, and Murtherers of repose; A sea of sorrows, whence run all such showers: As moisture gives to every grie•••• that grows: A school of guile, a nest of deep deceit: A Golden hook that holds a poysoned 〈◊〉〈◊〉

A Fortress field, whom reason did defend, A Syrens song, a server of the mind; A Maze wherein affections find no end, A raining cloud, that runs before the wind: A Substance like the shaddow of the Sun, A Cole of grief, for which the wisest run: A quenchless fire, a rest of trembling fear, A path that leads to peril and mishap, A true retread of sorrow and despair, An idle Boy, that sleeps in pleasures lap: A deep mistrust of that which certain seems, A hope of that which reason doubtful deems.

Then sith thy reign my younger years betray'd, And for my Faith, Ingratitude I find; And such repentance hath the wrong bewray'd, Whose crooked cause hath not been after kind: False love go back, and beauty frail adieu, Dead is the root from which such fancies grew.

FINIS.

The lover by his gifts thinks to conquer chastity And with his gifts sends these verses to his lady.

What face so fair, that is not crackt with gold? What wit so worth that hath in gold his wonder? What learning but with golden lines doth hold? what state so high, but gold could lying it under,

What thought so sweet, but Gold doth better seafo••, And what rule better then the golden reason?

The ground was fat that yields the golden fruit The study high that sets the golden state: The labour sweet that gets the golden suit: The reckoning rich that scorns the Golden rate: The love is sure that golden hoxe doth hold, And rich again, that serves the God of Gold.

FINIS.

The Womans Answer.

Foul is the face whose beauty gold can raft, Worthless the wit that hath gold in her wonder; Unlearned lines, puts gold in Honours place, Wicked the state that will to coin come under: Base the Conceit that seasoned is with Gold, And Beggers rule that such a reason hold.

Earth gives the gold, but Heaven gives greater grace, Men study wealth, but Angels wisdom raise; Labour seeks peace, love hath an higher place, Death makes the reckoning, life is all my race: The hope is here, my hope of heaven doth hald, God give me grace, let Dives dye with gold.

FINIS.