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Title:  Philotimus. The warre betwixt nature and fortune. Compiled by Brian Melbancke student in Graies Inne.
Author: Melbancke, Brian.
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to plant her brinnish plaints within thy tender eares, hark how the strumpet can straine her voice, to delighte with her de∣ceite. (Disdaine me not without desert, nor leaue me not so sodeinly, so do the stony rocks repulse the waues that rush them violently.) Thou standinge at the gaze, (as the Deare they say at the smell of an apple, or rather in a maze, to sée so stout a kite stoupe to thy fist without a lure, thus yu hearing and seing and saying nothing, she will not lose her penny worth for want of good cheaping, but thus againe begins. What trylle the ball againe my Iacke, and be contente to make some play, and I will lulle the on my lappe, with hey be bird now say not nay.But neuer trust thou these training toyes, and euer restraine thy louing glaunce, treade on the euen path, not once slipte aside, for feare of Had I wist proue a foole.Thus when with fained tunes she hath chirpt her yelden laies, and perceiues that fauning can force no fancie, she will assay an other way to flap the in the mouth with flimflam floutes, to dash the out of countenaunce, As that for one: It is no fyre that giues no heate, though it appeare neuer so hotte, and they that runne and cannot sweate, are very drye and leane godwot: but since I lende my loue to losse, fancy (saith she) farewell, adue dastarde, a calfe be your comfort, goe maske amonge meacockes, a fig for your reasons.But run thou on without returne, leaste in striuing against the streame thou haply ouerturne, and if her iestes be ioy to her, let her gibes bewray a giglot.If thou passe these pikes and chaunce to escape scotfrée, as thou maist if thou will, and must if thou doe well, let not the sequele of thy iourney be directed with securitie, but intend a good end, and be watchfull in thy warde, and sticke to thy tackling proui∣ding for more stormes. For an ague hath many shiftes of fittes. Iupiter hath more liknesses then one wherein to transfourme his feature, and when he cannot speake to Danae in the forme of a man, he will fall into her skirts as a golden shower, to quench the flame of his affection: so coosoning Lust hath many counterfit 0