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cause_n	body_n	cold_a	heat_n	2,211	5	8.1509	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B15720	Foure paradoxes of arte, of lawe, of warre, of seruice. By T.S.	Scott, Tho. (Thomas), fl. 1605.	1602 (1602)	STC 22107; ESTC S110889	7,643	48

for she keepes house in Rufus hall And makes all men downe at hir feete to fall See see what troopes of people hourely post To pay her tribute all the streetes are full Of hir base bond-men who with care and cost Inrich hir seruants and themselues do gull Sure I will be hir follower out of dout I may find clients amongst such a rout I loue her for she helpes to end debate Desciding quarrells and expounding doubts Shee 's not too prowde for oft she leaues hir state To question and conferre with country louts She is impartiall for she takes of all And plagues a publike sinne in generall All this is good I like hir yet yet better For she reuengeth bloud maintaineth peace Shee sets at one the Creditor and Debtor Making apparant iniuries surcease She doth all right she recompenceth wrong Shee helpes the weake she weakeneth the strong Besides how many graue and ciuill groomes Doth she maintaine in wealth in peace in ease Giuing them seuerall Liueries seuerall Roomes And all that may theit daintiest sences please Some runne about some speake and others iudge Some write some reade and euery one do drudge But see all 's marde a pooreman doth complaine Of open wrong doone by a treacherous slaue The poore mans cause she gladly would maintain● But see the villaine shal the sentence haue Hir Officers new-brib'd do stop hir eare And will not suffer her the cause to heare So sits she like the vertuous Emperor Old Galba whom all men approued iust But that about him vniust Officers Abused his geratnes to their priuate lust Their wickednesse was counted his his good Was counted theirs so valulesse he stood Such doth she seeme good in hirselfe and kinde But that bad Officers abuse their trust And too and fro hir mightie power do winde For greedy lucre and gold-getting lust The honest man oft begges or worser starues But he gaines most that most from vertue swarues Better it were farre for the Common-wealth Her selfe were wicked and hir seruants true Then for hir officers to liue by stealth Vnder the colour to giue all their due So haue I seene the Lion part his pray And from the weaker beast beare all away So haue I seene a paire of catch-poule theeues Leade a poore wretch to Luds vnlucky gate Like greedy bandogs hanging at his sleeues Without remorse or feeling of his state So haue I seene a villaine hang-man be To many other honester then he This warranted great Alexanders theft When he did al men wrong throgh force not right But this the waker Pirate helpelesse left Because he rob'd but few for want of might O fie for shame when that which should rule all Is growne the Lord of misse-rule in the hall O Law thou cobweb wherein little flies Are dayly caught whilst greater breake away Thou deere Experience which so many bies With losse of time wealth friends and long delay Thou endlesse Laborinth of care and sorrow Neere hand to day and farre remoou'd to morow Thou sweete reuenge of crauen-harted hindes Who neuer relish lou'd society Nor barbour kindnesse in their currish mindes But harbarous beastly inciuility Thou nurse of discord instrument of hatred Whose power with vice hath al the earth or'e-skattred Why should we not be good without thy aide And feare thy force lesse than deserued blame Shall man forbeare to sin being afraide Of punishment not of reproch and shame So Children learne their lessons kept from meate So Asses mend their paces being beate But man should beare a free vnforced spirit Vncapable of seruile feare and awe The guilty soule doth punishment demerrit Because he is not to himselfe a Lawe Let men like men loue Virtue and imbrace her Let men like men hate Vice the soules defacer In olde time Iustice was pourtrayed blinde To signifie her strait impartiall doome And in her hand she held a scale to finde By weight which case did most remoue the Loome She still is blinde and deafe yet feeles apace Her scales now weyes her fees and not the case The farewell Law thou power to make or marre I dare not trust my selfe for doing wrong Few rich do cleerely stand before the barre For Bribes haue rulde do rule and will rule long Farewell both Arte and Lawe I will go finde Some better thing to please my troubled minde Finis Veri iuris germanaeque iustitiae solidam expressam imaginem nullam tenemus vmbra imaginibus vtimur Bellum perniciosissimum NOw Warre presents it selfe O glorious war I doe admire thee and adore thy skil Thou arte in earth another hopeful starre The chiefe profession of the wit and will In thee Religion thriues Goodnesse doth florish For thou dost Vice correct and Vertue nourish Thou breakst the slender twist of childish Art Scorning the curbe of Apish pollicies Thou Lawe and all Corruption dost subuart Ore throwing querkes and verball fallacies Thou rootst vp euery euill which doth increase Within the ydle raigne of drowsie Peace Thou exerci'st the Body and the Mind Which in the time of rest did bring forth weeds Bycause it could no good imployment find Nor answere fruitfull haruest of bad Seeds Thou mak'st the man esteem'd more then his gold Though Peace doth that in far more reckning hold Thou teachest Patience how to indure The skorching heate and liuer-freezing cold To fast and watch and pray thou dost inure The sturdy souldier that 's in sinne growne bold Thou dost temptations affections slay And mortifies our Bodies euery day But ah too soone thy cause of praises cease And fresh present-ments of thy cruell deedes Makes men prefer an vniust prouling peace Before a iust Warre that destruction feedes Which helpes the brother to destroy the brother And makes one friend to rise against an other Thou hast no mercy nor no iustice in thee To pitty or to punnish any creature Nor teares nor praiers gifts nor vowes can winne thee To fauour any sex or any feature Thou art chiefe executioner vnto Death And like a prodigall consum'st much breath O why should men in enuy pride and hate In swolne Ambition lust and Couetise Vsurpe the bloudy rule of Death and Fate Becomming one an others destinies Is there not sea inough for euery Swanne And land inough to bury euery Man Why should our ships so iustle in the deepe As though the waters were not large and wide Or our huge armies so vnkindely sleepe Their bloody weapons in a christians side Why should I trauel into skorching Spaine To meete my Death when I may here be slaine Fie that the priuate hate or loue of any Should make me be a murtherer of Men And one Mans will should ouerthrow a many Such as himselfe perhaps far worthier then For oftentimes wee see it falles out true We kill our friend for him we neuer knew O bloody Warre to th' unexperien'st sweete That robst and spoilst and butcherest euery sex That tramplest all things with vpheaued feet And quiet states with