Poetical and Prose Miscellany ca.1580-1800 V.a.307

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Who lookes aloft​
Whoe lookes alofte shall daunger finde
Whoe lookes to lowe disgrace shall haue
Whoe lookes to ofte must nedes be blynde
Whoe neuer lookes nede neuer craue
Whoe wynkes for wyles and dare not looke
leaste subtyll syghte his fancye gall
him selfe beguiles and getts the hooke
for wante of syghte that makes him fall
For equall choyse no prayse dothe gaine
and love to lowe deseruethe skorne
A loftye lykynge getts disdayne
thus is the badge of fancye worne
Iudge not amiss thinke as you wyll
the fairest wood in parke you fynde
be suer of this I meane no ill
fairewell be good you knowe my mynde

Thoughe Reuellers​ in woods that rauge
doe pass awaye wi​th​oute regarde
And thinke yt Tryin in game to change
there hartes for euerye common carde
Yet when the waller dothe beholde
to pryse the wood that erste was sene
he rather seekes to haue yt solde
then styll to see yt growe to grene
He vewes the parke in compasse rownde
and woodes where in the hartes do dwell
buy staye I here a heauenlye sownde
Try or you truste in haiste fairewell
Will Tout ce que luit n'est d'or​ Parkyn
Where I coulde I care not Wher I woulde I dare not​ (note: this final line is written vertically, at the right of the main text)


I wolde yt were not as yt is I thinke
I wolde yt were not soe
I am not blyunde allthoughe I wynke
I fele what wyndes do blowe
I knowe where crafte with smylinge chere
crepes into boldned brest
I here howe fayned speche speakes faire
Where hatred is posseste
I see the serpente lye & lurke
under the grene alowe
I se him watche a tyme to worke
his poyson to bestowe
In frendlye lookes suche fraud is founde
as faithe for feare is fledd
& frendshipp hathe received such wounde
as he is allmoste deade
and haitefull hearte with malice greate
so boyles in cancred mynde
that flattery fleering in the face
had allmoste maid me blynde
But nowe I see all is not golde
that glyttereth in the eye
Nor yet suche frendes​ as they pro​fesse
as nowe by pro​fe I trye
Though secret spyght by crafte have maid
a cote of painted skyn
And thinkes to fynde me in the shade
by sleight to wrapp me in
Yet god be praised myne eies​ is clere
& can beholde the sonne.
When falshood dare not once appeare
to ende that he begunne
Thus tyme shall trye the thinge amysse
which god save shortely sende
And turne the harte th​a​t​ fayned is
to be a faithfull frende
finis W Hann​​is

9. De Articulis Fidei
The Writing of this Creed being almost=
worn out, take as follows,
I byleue stedfastely in my Lord god-
almighty that is fadur & sone and holy goost
thre persones and on god I beleue that his
Sone tooke fleesche & blood in our lady clene
modur wiif & mayden by lygeyns of the
holy goost as his wills was I byleue that-
goddis sone suffryd also deeth for me-
& alle mankynde and also I beleue that
he was in pye the sepulcur that his soule-
went down to helle & brougt out soulis
that weren therinne & that he roos from
deeth to lyue on the thridde day & he stey to
heuene on hooly thursday & set hym on
his fadur rigt hond & that he schal comen
agen to the general iudgement to reward
yche man aftur his deseruyng I by
byleue in....sacrament of hooly church
a gift of the fadur & of the son & of the hooly
goost thre persones in a godhed I byleue
also in hooly chirch ordrynge us I beleue
in the Sacrament of goddis flesche & his
blood that toe hedde on the blessid....
rood tre for me and for alle man
loquor (note: the Latin word loquor is written in the bottom right hand corner, it means 'I speak' or 'I am speaking.)


30 Ingratitudo Ingratitudo​
You ar not built vp per​​ onerum
there to a galoun of fayre rennynge
waters, and then take a halpenyworth
of lycoures, and do a wey the barke
thereof and brese hit to streyne throw
a fayre lynnen clothe, and then wasche
clene youre pot and do yn youre lycour
a yen and do therto a pynte of clene puret
honey and do hit to esy feyre and scome
hit and wen hit ys clere do hit fro the
fure & wen hit ys cold; do hit into a
clene Glasse well stopped & yeff the pacient
there of a nyght warme & on the morow
cold and every tyme 5 sponefull.
XXV. 1. A Treatise of the seven Sacraments
The might of the fadere, the grace, and th​e​ -
comownynge of oure Lord Ihu Christe & th​e​ -
charite of th​e​ hooli goost be to gou in gh​ou-
& wi​th​ gh​ou, breth​eren and sustren.
2. The Duty of a Christian. In th​e​ begyn=
=nynge & eendinge of alle gode werkis.
1. A Poem of Moralities here intitled Constitutio=
nes Artis Geometrie secundum Euclidem.
"Whoso wol hope wel rede and loke."​
(note: we have used 'gh' to transcribe the letter form which looks a little like a long z, seemingly it is acting as a 'yogh' in this manuscript. Hence myght/might, nyght/night, ghou/you or thou)


(note the faded writing at the top of 48 has not been transcribed here)
Verses wrote upon a Gentleman
saying young men​ Ladies were not
like to get Husbands tho men were
averse to Marriage.
You tell us with a serious Air
What We without a Sigh can bear
You say you​r​ sex no longer deign
To pay their vows at Hymen ffane
They think a single Life the best,
A Matrimonial one detest,
th​en let them take their final Leave
For little cause have we to greive


What does our sex by Marriage gain
A plentious Share of care & paine
Soon as we give our Hand away
And utter that dread word obey
Fair Freedom instant takes its flight
We bid adieu to each Delight
For though we chance to wed a Fool
As Husband, he'll expect to rule,
Will think he has Sense enough to guide
For each Man has his share of Pride
Good Nature and Good Sense are seen
Though Seldom to unite in Men
In some I own, some few they ioin
In thee conspicuosly they shine,
But of Mankind how small a part
possess so good so great a Heart,
The Nymph who in the Lottery tries
Hands a poor chance to gain a Prize
The best when got, alas is small
Though for that Prize we hazard all.


Thoug. reuells in woods that
No man​​ losethe worshipp by answeringe a lett​re./ To
wryte to ou​r better is of necessetye, to answer ou​r
equall is of wyll but to wryte vnto ou​r inferior is
of mere vertue. Alexander the great dyd wryte to
Pulion his byt maker: Iulius​ Caesar to Rufus his gardner​
Augustus to Pamphilo his smythe. Tiberius​ to Escaurius
his myller Tullius to Mirto his tayler & Seneca to
Gypho his rente getherer / Paulus Aemelius wryte
to his husbandman​ of his oxne carte vines & trees
Dentatus beinge in th​e warrs wi​th​ Pyrrhus, .King​ of Epicotes
wryt to his carpenter​ of his buyldinge tymber
wyndowes chymnyes & dores. Alexander​ wryt to his
smythe (sendinge him his horse) to cure him pare
him dyet him & breth him. / Of Phalaris the
famaous tyrant yt is red that neuer​ man dyd him
ser​vice th​a​t​ he dyd not gratefye either wryte him
a lett​re that he dyd not answer /
In Caius Caesar there wanted no fortitude, for that he
overcame manye people, either clemency for that​ he
par​doned his enemyes either liber​ality for that​ he gave
kyngedomes either science for th​a​t​ he wrote manye
bookes either fortune for th​a​t​ he was lorde ouer​ all men​​
but he wanted good manner​s th​e​ fondaci​on of a quiet
lyfe. Amongste the .King​ yt was a custome th​a​t​​​​​
when​​ th​e​ Senat entred th​e​ Emperor​s house they dyd vntie ​​​​
him a certane greate obedience, & he to them a
certane curtecy in doinge wherof as he grewe neg=
ligen​​t either for that​ he wolde not or not remem​​bringe
wi​thin .5. dayes after they gave him .23. stabs wi​th a
dagger​ so th​a​t​ he lost his lyfe. On the contrary. Suetonius
syt downe tyl they were all set, & render​ed th​e​ same rever​ence
they gave him, & if any of his churdren​​ came in he wold not
suffer yo​w to ryse nor his churden​ to syt donne