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A True Love

[Proofed against the 1557 edition of Tottel's Miscellaney; original text title " A trueloue." --Steve]

    WHAT sweet relief the showers to thirsty plants we see:
       What dear delight the blooms to bees: my true Love is to me.
       As fresh and lusty vere foul winter doth exceed:
    As morning bright, with scarlet sky, doth pass the evening's weed*:            [garment]
       As mellow pears above the crabs* esteemed be:           [crab apples]
    So doth my Love surmount them all, whom yet I hap to see.
       The oak shall olives bear: the lamb, the lion fray*:            [frighten]
    The owl shall match the nightingale, in tuning of her lay:
       Or I my Love let slip out of mine entire heart:
    So deep reposed in my breast is she, for her desert.
       For many blessed gifts, O happy, happy land:
    Where Mars and Pallas strive to make their glory most to stand
       Yet, land, more is thy bliss: that, in this cruel age,
    A Venus imp, thou hast brought forth, so steadfast and so sage.
       Among the Muses nine, a tenth if Jove would make:
    And to the Graces three, a fourth: her would Apollo take.
       Let some for honour hunt, and hoard the massy gold:
    With her so I may live and die, my weal* can not be told.            [happiness]

    Nicholas Grimald


Man's Life After Posidonius, or Crates

[Proofed against the 1557 edition of Tottel's Miscellaney; Posidonius = Greek Stoic philosopher; Crates of Thebes = Greek Cynic philosopher --Steve]

    WHAT path list* you to tread? What trade will you assay?            [like, wish, want]
    The courts of plea, by brawl & bat, drive gentle peace away.
    In house, for wife and child, there is but cark, and care:
    With travail, and with toil enough, in fields we used to fare.
    Upon the seas lieth dread, the rich, in foreign land,
    Do fear the loss: and there, the poor, like misers poorly stand.
    Strife, with a wife, without, your thrift full hard to see:
    Young brats, a trouble: none at all, a maim it seems to be:
    Youth, fond*: age hath no heart, and pincheth all to nigh.            [foolish]
    Choose then the liefer* of these two, no life, or soon to die.            [more desirable]

    Nicholas Grimald


The Garden

[Proofed against the 1557 edition of Tottel's Miscellaney --Steve]

    THE issue of great Jove, draw near you, Muses nine:
    Help us to praise the blissful plot of garden ground so fine.
    The garden gives good food, and aid for leech's* cure:            [doctor]
    The garden, full of great delight, his master doth allure.
    Sweet sallet* herbs be here, and herbs of every kind;             [salad]
    The ruddy grapes, the seemly fruits be here at hand to find.
    Here pleasance* wanteth not, to make a man full fain**:             [pleasure : willing]
    Here marvelous the mixture is of solace, and of gain.
    To water sundry seeds, the furrow by the way
    A running river, trilling down with liquor, can convey.
    Behold, with lively hue, fair flowers that shine so bright:
    With riches, like the orient gems, they paint the mould* in sight.             [soil]
    Bees, humming with soft sound, (their murmur is so small),
    Of blooms and blossoms suck the tops, on dewed leaves they fall
    The creeping vine holds down her own bewedded elms:
    And, wandering out with branches thick, reeds folded overwhelms.
    Trees spread their coverts wide, with shadows fresh and gay:
    Full well their branched boughs defend the fervent sun away.
    Birds chatter, and some chirp, and some sweet tunes do yield:
    All mirthful, with their songs so blithe, they make both air and field.
    The garden it allures, it feeds, it glads the sprite*:             [spirit]
    From heavy hearts all doleful dumps the garden chaseth quite.
    Strength it restores to limbs, draws, and fulfills the sight:
    with cheer revives the senses all, and maketh labour light.
    O, what deights to us the garden ground doth bring?
    Seed, leaf, flower, fruit, herb, bee, and tree & more than I may sing.

    Nicholas Grimald


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