%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> A proper newe ballad sheweing that Philosophers / Learnynges, are full of good warnynges. Elderton, William University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer ?-? Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 06/28/2021 37036

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S124249 1 my Lorde / Marques Galyarde? or the first traces of Que passa Chi Passa My Lord Marquess' Galliard or the First Traces of Chi Passa PHilosophers learnings, are ful of good warnigs, / in memorye yet left, to scoole vs, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 7 A proper newe ballad sheweing that Philosophers / Learnynges, are full of good warnynges. A proper new ballad showing that Philosophers' Learnings, are full of good warnings. Elderton, William Printer Thomas Colwell ?-?

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PHilosophers learnings, are ful of good warnigs, in memorye yet left, to scoole us, So be ther contayned, in Poietries fained great Documentes, to rate and rule us, As well for continuance, of life helth and substance, whose vanities the world requireth, As for the derection of life by correction from lyberties that lust desireth. Menander being asked what life was, he answered, a miserie, that never ceaseth Tormentig minds worldly, for goods goton hardly with contraries as time increaseth, Wherin is no surance of hope nor induraunce but Jeoberdies as fortune sendyth, Now sicklie now helthie now poorelie now welthy, with casualties as life contendith. Of Child thus reed we, whose councel most need we no memorye ought more to move us, Then for to know throwly, ourselves & our dewty, to notifie what doth behove us, And as we seeme faultie, rejecte folyes noughtie with practesinge allwaies to shone them, So may we triumphig, geve praise to ech good thig, Recomfortinge that we have done them: Excesse that delighteth as Plutarche well writeth in greedines that life requireth, In surfeitinge disshes ill workinge ill wishes suche filthines as fleshe desyrethe, Withdraw, wyth their pleasurs, dame natures dew measures, whose governaunce is so defaced, What man can dispose them, when lust overthrows them: to temperaunce, that should be placed.
Periander of livinge good counsell once gevinge, said merilie looke well within thee, If consience accuse thee, ill rest will abbuse thee no libertie hath leave to win thee, Kepe concience then clearly, that life may live chearly as Socrates doth wiselie will thee, No corzye shall greeve thee, sound sleepes shall relive thee Unquietnes, can no waye spill thee. If fortune displease us, whose wrackes may disease us, Let Sophacles his doctrine skoole us, Who writes that no suretie, on earth getteth victrye But pacience in paines to rule us, In suche pointes presisely good counsel most wisely, Exuperate blinde fortunes scourges, As the Marriner steareth, the Ship when he feareth The violence of salt Sea sourges. Ten thousand and ten to, of thease & like men to, Lyke Documentes have left behinde them, Methinks that these pagons, may counsel good Christians, With diligence to heare and mind them, Sith life hath no suertie, nor longe time of puertie Nor accedence that can prevaile us, Let wisdome now win us, to plant vertue in us, With penitence eare life doth faile us.
Finis. quod W. Elderton. Imprinted at London in Fleetestreet beneath the Conduit, at the signe of Sainte. John Evangelist, by Thomas Colwell.