THE BATCHELOR's PLEA AGAINST MATRIMONY. HE batchelor most joyfullye, THE In pleafant plight doth paffe his daies, Good fellowship and companie He doth maintaine and kepe alwaie. With damfells brave he maye well goe, The married man cannot doe fo, If he be merie and toy with any, His wife will frowne, and words geve manye; Her yellow hose she strait will put on, So that the married man dare not difpleafe his wife Joane. THE RENUING OF LOVE. N going to my naked bedde IN As one that would have flept, That would not ceafe but cried ftill, She was full wearie of her watch, She rocked it and rated it Till that on her it fimilde. Then did fhe faie, now have I founde Then tooke I paper, penne and ynke This prouerbe for to write, In regelter for to remaine Of fuch a worthie wight As fhe proceded thus in fong Unto her little bratte, Muche mattor uttered fhe of waight And proued plaine there was no beaft Could well be knowne to liue in loue, She faied that neither king ne prince, And leaue their forfe that failed them, That might before haue liued their tyme Then did fhe fyng as one that thought No man could her reproue, The falling out of faithfull frendes. She faid fhe fawe no fifhe ne foule Nor beaft within her haunt, But reft muft wrathe fuccede, Thus in her fonge fhe oft reherst, The falling out of faithfull frendes I maruaile much pardy quoth fhe, For to behold the route, To fce man, woman, boy and beaft To toffe the world about. Some knele, fome crouch, fome beck, fome check, And fome can fmothly fmile, And fome embrace others in arme, And there thinke many a wile. Yet are they neuer frend indeede Thus ended fhe her fong and faid Before fhe did remoue, The falling out of faithfull frends SONNET ON ELIZABETH MARKHAME. HENCE comes my love, O hearte, disclose, From lips that fpoyle the rubies pray se; The blufhyng cheek speakes modeft mynde, |