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book_n	deliver_v	desire_n	great_a	27	3	2.1273	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A68662	The rewarde of wickednesse discoursing the sundrye monstrous abuses of wicked and vngodlye worldelinges: in such sort set downe and written as the same haue béene dyuersely practised in the persones of popes, harlots, proude princes, tyrauntes, Romish byshoppes, and others. VVith a liuely description of their seuerall falles and finall destruction. Verye profitable for all sorte of estates to reade and looke vpon. Nevvly compiled by Richard Robinson, seruaunt in housholde to the right Honorable Earle of Shrovvsbury. A dreame most pitiful, and to be dreaded.	Robinson, Richard, fl. 1574.	1574 (1574)	STC 21121.7; ESTC S110696	77,705	128

will last and not be spent Oh very fooles deceyued foule ye bée If happe be on your sides example take by mée To know my life and what I was sometime Who liues and sées me lie amiddes this endelesse wo That woulde not doubt the like rewarde in fine That I deserued iustly long ago I must confesse my paine to little is Though twentie times it were much worse then this Harke what I say the stoutst among you all Who fitteth hext that hath not cause to feare Some blast doth blow that giues the grieuous fall It s often seene euen once in twentie yere Though Fortune hoyse the seates of some aloft Yet shée delightes to cast them downe as ofte Nothing more brittle is then state of man Both night and day exp●●ience doth appéere Yet notwithstanding who doe not what they can To liue like Goddes as long as they be héere Though time do teache al thinges begunne mast ende No mendement yet I sée of such as doe offende Except the Gods they thought for to displace From out their seates wherein they sitte on hie Or that from Ioue for to dispose the mace Wherewith hée rules the earth and all the skie Else wot I not what all this mischiefe meanes For Codrus lou'de of Gods ritch men disdains On heapes to Pluto headlong here they runne Hell scarse is able the halfe part to holde The father is torment for wronging of his sonne And eke the sonne for like in triple folde The mother for the daughter sustaines wo The daughter for the mother and many other mo But how happie be they that welth do not taste And that with pouertie yelde thankes to the Gods No doubt aboue the starres all such men are plaste They be not scourged nor whipped with our roddes Therefore by our harmes learne to be warned Else shall you be sure with vs to be charmed At the which wordes then Morpheus alofte did call What art thou quod he tell me thy name streight way Shee aunswered and sayde euen so with spéede I shall If it please thee here a while to bide and stay And if it be not long I am content quoth he And so with woful plainte these wordes declared she O Morpheus Morpheus I am that wofull wight That once did sitte in Peters seate and place A man I seemde to be alas in all mens sight And yet a wicked woman the lesse my grace I did take vpon me the Gospell for to guide Yet contrarie both I and mine did liue besyde And Iohan was I calde and of my birth a Citie Named Maience tooke hir proper name Brought vp in learned scooles the more great pitie That grace had not béene lincked to the same Learning I loued of all ritchesse vnder heauen Till I conquered the knowledge of Sciences seauen I refused my countrie and frindes euery one Many a Pro●ince I trauaylde to and fro Better learned then my selfe I met not with one Of what estate or degrée he were high or loe And in all these places where euer I came I was thought among the people to be a very man. In Englande once I was the countrey to peruse From thence to Roome I did returne with spéede Within the which I did no deale refuse Gramer Sophistry Logike and Rethorike for to reade My fellowe not founde so ready was my braine Nothing wanted Morpheus but grace I tel thée plaine In Lotaries time that Emperour was then After the death of Leo by full election I was chosen for my wisedome aboue al men To haue the Papall dignitye in my protection And so was made Pope and ruled as my lyst Tyll my abhomination accusde mée or I wist For hauing at my wyll what harte could best thinke And ruling as it were all men as pleased mée Then layde I away both Booke Pen and Inke The swelling fleshe with them could not agrée I spared neyther Cardinal Bishop Munke nor Frier To fulfil my desire I past not who they were Tyll at the last I chaunsed great with Childe At Saint Iohns Laterans deliuered was I And thus the Seate of Peter by mee was defilde Alas therefore full oft to late I crye Afterwarde deposed I was and so put downe And begged my bread both in Countrey and Towne At this filthye acte the Gods were offended And sente mee to Pluto his Judgement to trye Out of all the Heauens I was then suspended And heare am adlotted in paines still to lye Loe nowe thou knowest both the cause and my name Therefore I pray thee warne thy friendes of the same Tell women that haue fine pollytike wittes That except they dread the Gods with honour due Whome Fortune hexte of all with Scepture hits The hurtfull fall be they sure doth ensue Although her nature bée sometime to smile It 's best yet take héede shée winke them not a wile From valley lowe when Titan mounts the Hilles Hée doth dismount as fast as rise before The Phenix scaling skies with singed quilles Turnes to the Earth againe what néedeth more For fluddes that rise when at the hexte they bée Doe fall as fast againe the proofe we sée And finallye will euerye kinde of wight As well as women them selues to knowe and sée And that in time of wealth they set theyr sight To vewe what such doe wante that simpler bée Their goodes and Landes with state of noble raine Bewty Youth and al thinges els shall shrinke againe You knowe the nine worthies lasted but a time The monstrous mountes do waste and weare awaye Then what is it that is made of sliche and slime That can vpon the earth long stand or staye All is but fleshe which wasteth like the snowe When life shall part the wisest doth not knowe Nowe alas sith the world is thus vnsure And fleshe so fraile what fooles bée mortall men That haue such hope in that for to endure That straight shall slip awaye they know not when What gaines get they that winne a litle pelfe For which the Gods at last condempne him selfe These wordes thus sayde the rage of furious hell With new inuented miseries gan then to increase That very woe and sorrowe did compell This newe founde Pope from further talke to cease Within my secreate hart I pitied much her case Bicause shée was a woman and had so litle grace But then to sée the great Souseheaded Friars With Iommarnold Muncks on heapes how fast they fel Beside platterfasde Abbots Priests with pricke eares Howe busie they were it passeth tongue to tell I thinke they sang for they gaped so wide That to heare theyr seruice I might not abide Eache nowke was full of Nunnes as busye as the best Properly apparelled like newe fashioned Players Prating Pardoners were Cookes of the Feast Whose scullions were a number of beastly Southsaier● Euery one occupied not one of them was idle But neyther with Testament nor with Sacred Bible At length they fell out what so euer was the matter They fought with Sensars