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[From the Paradise of Dainty Devices.]

In going to my naked bed, as one that would have

slept, I heard a wife sing to her child, that long before

had wept.

She sighed sore, and sang full sweet, to bring the

babe to rest, That would not cease, but cried still, in sucking at

her breast. She was full weary of her watch, and grieved with

her child, She rocked it, and rated it, until on her it smiled; Then did she say, “ Now have I found the proverb

true to prove, “ The falling out of faithful friends renewing is of

" love."

Then took I paper, pen, and ink, this proverb for

to write In register for to remain of such a worthy wight; As she proceeded thus in song unto her little brat, Much matter utter'd she of weight in place whereas

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And proved plain, there was no beast, no creature

bearing life Could well be known to live in love without dis

cord and strife: Then kissed she her little babe, and sware by God

above, The falling out of faithful friends renewing is of love.

I marvel much, pardie, quoth she, for to behold

the rout,

To see man, woman, boy, and beast, to toss the

world about; Some kneel, some crouch, some beck, some check,

and some can smoothly smile, And some embrace others in arms, and there think

many a wile.

Some stand aloof at cap and knee, some humble,

and some stout, Yet are they never friends indeed until they once

fall out. Thus ended she her song, and said, before she did

remove, The falling out of faithful friends renewing is of love.


Was bom (says Mr. Warton) at Rivenhall, in Essex, about

the year 1523, and died in London, A. D. 1580. He was of an ancient family: was first placed as a chorister in the collegiate chapel of the castle of Wallingford; then impressed into the king's chapel, from whence he was admitted into the choir of St. Paul's cathedral, and completed his education at Eton, and Trinity college, Cambridge. From hence he was called up to court by his patron, William lord Paget ; but, at the end of about ten years, exchanged the life of a courtier for the profession of a farmer, which he successively practised at Ratwood in Sussex, Ipswich, Fairstead, Norwich, and many other places. He was also, for some time, a singing-man in Norwich cathedral: but he prospered no where ; and every period of his "singular life seems to have been marked by the ceaseless

persecutions of fortune. At Ratwood he composed his “ Five Hundred Points of good

“ Husbandrie, &c.” which was printed in 1557, passed through many subsequent editions, and was reprinted (says the London Review for May, 1800) in 1710, with notes and observations by a Mr. Daniel Hilman, a surveyor, of Epsom,

in Surrey. This work is a sensible and lively, though not an elegant

didactic poem, being solely intended for the use of the practical farmer. The preface“ to the buier of this book," begins with the following lines, in a metre afterwards adopted by Shenstone

What lookest thou herein to have ?

Fine verses, thy fancy to please !
Of many, my betters, that crave:

Look nothing but rudeness in these.
In general, as Mr. Warton has justly observed, the work is

“ valuable as a genuine picture of the agriculture, the rural “ arts, and the domestic economy and customs of our in“ dustrious ancestors.” The following specimens will sufficiently exemplify the style of this author.


Good huswife provides, ere sickness do come,
Of sundry good things in her house to have some.
Good aqua composita, and vinegar tart,
Rose-water, and treacle, to comfort thine heart.
Cold herbs in her garden, for fevers that burn,
That over-strong heat to good temper may turn.
White endive, and suckory, with spinach enow;
All such, with good pót-herbs, should follow the

plough. Get water of fumitory, liver to cool, And others the like, or else lie like a fool. (Good] conserves of barbery, quinces, and such, With sirops, that easeth the sickly so much. Ask Medicus' counsel, ere medecine ye make, And honour that man for necessity's sake.

Though thousands hate physick, because of the

cost, Yet thousands it helpeth, that else would be lost. Good broth, and good keeping, do much now and


Good diet, with wisdom, best comforteth man.
In health, to be stirring shall profit thee best;
In sickness, hate trouble; seek quiet and rest.
Remember thy soul; let no fancy prevail :
Make ready to God-ward; let faith never quail:
The sooner thyself thou submittest to God,
The sooner he ceaseth to scourge with his rod.


THOUGH winds do rage, as winds were wood,"
And cause spring-tides to raise great flood;
And lofty ships leave anchor in mud,
Bereaving many of life and of blood;
Yet, true it is, as cow chews cud,
And trees, at spring, do yield forth bud,
Except wind stands as never it stood,
It is an ill wind turns none to good.

1 Mad with rage.

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