The Pastime of Pleasure: An Allegorical PoemHawes, Stephen
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The Pastime of Pleasure: An Allegorical Poem
Hawes, Stephen
English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700
Howe Minerve ledde Graunde Amoure to kyng Melyzyus, whiche
made hym knyght 127
29. Howe he departed from kynge Melyzyus, with his grayhoundes
and Attendaunce his varlet, and met with False Reporte,
that chaunged his name to Godfrey Gobilyve 134
30. Howe Graund Amoure in the temple of Venus made his
supplication 144
31. The copy of a letter that Venus sent to La Bell Pucell 150
32. Howe Godfrey Gobilive was taken of Correction and punyshed 156
33. Howe Graunde Amoure disconfited the gyant with thre heads,
and was received bi iii. ladies 161
34. Howe he met with Perceveraunce, and reposed hym in the
manour place of dame Comfort 170
35. Howe he vainquyshed a gyaunt with seven heades, and was
received of vi. ladyes 178
36. How he made oblacyon to the godes Pallas and sayled over the
tempestuous flode 185
37. How he dyscomfited the wonderfull monstre of the vii.
mettalles made by enchauntment 191
38. How he was received of La Bell Pucell 195
39. The mariage of Graund Amour and La Bell Pucell 200
40. How whan Graunde Amoure had lived longe wyth La Bell Pucell,
he was arrested by Aege, that brought unto him Polycy
and Avaryce 202
41. Howe he was arested by Death 203
42. Howe Remembraunce made his epytaphy on his grave 205
43. Howe Fame came into the temple wyth burnyng tongues and
other prayse 208
44. Howe Tyme came into the temple in marvaylous semilitude, and
of his replycation 212
45. Howe Eternyte came into the temple, and of her vertuous
Exhortacyon 218
46. The excusation of the auctour 220
¶ This boke, called the Pastime of Pleasure, was made and compyled by
Stephen Hawes, one of the gromes of the most honorable chambre of our
soverayne lorde Kynge Henry the Seventh, the xxi. yere of his most noble
reyne; chapitred and marked after the table here before sette.
THE
PASTIME OF PLEASURE.
Ryght myghty prynce and redoubted soverayne,
Saylinge forth well in the shyppe of grace,
Over the waves of this lyfe uncertayne
Ryght towarde heven to have dwellyng place,
Grace dothe you guyde in every doubtfull cace.
Your governaunce dothe evermore eschewe
The synne of slouthe, enemy to vertewe.
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