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THE dier, loe, in smoke, and heate doth toile,
Mennes fickle mindes to please, with sundrie hues:
And though hee learne newe collours still to boile,
Yet varijng men, woulde faine some newer choose:
When that the ould, mighte verie well suffise.
And some of them, here brieflie to recite,
And to declare, with whome they best agree:
For mourners, blacke, for the religious, white,
Which is a signe, of conscience pure, and free.
And eeke to youthe, this colour wee do giue.
The yelowe next, vnto the couetous wighte,
And vnto those, whome ielousie doth fret.
The man refus'd, in Taunye doth delite,
The collour Redde, let martiall captaine get.
And little boies, whome shamefastnes did grace,
The
The marriners, the Blewe becometh well,
Bicause it showes the colour of the sea:
And Prophettes, that of thinges deuine foretell,
The men content, like Violet arraie.
And laste, the poore and meaner sorte prouide,
The medley, graye, and russett, neuer dy'de.
And eeke the men, with whome they best agree:
Yet euerie one, doth thinke his hewe the beste,
And what one likes, an other lothes to see:
For Nature thoughe ten thousande colours haue,
Yet vnto man, more varijng mindes she gaue.
Nowe straungers, who their countries still commende
And make vs muse, with colours they recite:
Maye thinke our lande, small choise of hues doth lende.
Bycause so fewe, of manie I doe write.
Yet let them knowe, my Aucthor these presentes,
Inoughe for those, whome reason still contentes.
But saye wee lacke, their herbes, their wormes, their flies,
And want the meanes: their gallant hues to frame.
Yet
And eeke therein, a
Who, alwaies hathe so fine and freshe, a hewe,
That in their landes, the like is not to vewe.
Infoelix habitum tem-
poris huius habe
Nec te purpureo velent
vaccinia succo:
Non est conueniens
luctibus ille color.
Nos sperare docet viri-
dis. spes dicitur esse
In viridi quoties irrita
retro cadit.