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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A16802	The vncasing of Machauils instructions to his sonne with the ansvvere to the same.	Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626?; Machiavelli, Niccolò, 1469-1527, attributed name.	1615 (1615)	STC 3704.7; ESTC S120558	26,868	58

at him that he may shame to heare thee Act it well he may begin to feare thee When if he will not take what thou wilt giue him To course of law for his best comfort driue him Where whiles he railes on thy ill conscience Thy patience closely will put vp his pence Raile thou still on his ill Husbandrie So men may thinke he spent lasciuiously Commending thee that thou look'st to 't in time Raising on him abroad a grieuous crime But whatsoeuer honest mindes surmise Wealth with the wealthy makes the wealthy wise Be rich therefore I say be rich my Sonne For wealth will sway the world when all is done If these counsels will not make thee rich Nor procure thy further profit small or much By preuenting mischiefes that may befall thee What counsell then shall I farther giue thee The courses of the world I shew thee plaine As in a Mappe all dangers to refraine Which had they beene in time foretold to me I might auoided that which now I see Head strong youth in promotion cannot sit Their fickle age hath many an idle fit Following those humours that please them best Which is a hinderance to their quiet rest But things foretold may easily be past It is not good to thrust things vp in hast Be happie then in learning of this good Want is the meanes that partes kind brother-hood Thou seest enough if reason may suffice All is laid open heere before thine eyes As in a glasse thou rightly mai'st behold How thy state stands if thou wantest gold Then on my blessing learne these rules of mine Another day surely it will be thine FINIS THE ANSVVER TO MACHIAVELS vncasing BVt now my Sonne that thou hast learn'd this lore Vpon my blessing looke on it no more Except it be by ill to know the good But yet take heede it be misunderstood Be that thou seem'st to be in word and deed Least pater noster put thee from thy Creed Faire speech is good but keepe not a foule minde For hollow hearts are of a hellish kinde Backbiters and dissembling tongues are vilde From heauens happinesse by heauen exilde Against such horrid deeds is woe pronounc'd A wofull state from blessednesse renounc'd A good beginning makes a blessed end And hold him for a Dog that hath no friend His case is ill when no man will respect him But worst of all when vertue doth neglect him Receiue no bribes to fill a rustie chest A quiet conscience is a kingly feast Content doth shine where vertuous men do dwell A vicious life deserueth nought but hell Labour not by vnlawfull meanes to gaine When meanes vnlawfull breeds a wofull paine And t' is a heauie sence in sorrowes rowle To saue the body and to kill the soule Affect the wise and with the learned talke And with the learned often make a walke And such as thy companions shall be Euen such rewards shall be bestowed on thee Where grauitie remaines there still resort Where modestie doth dwell with such consort So shalt thou be beloued still of all No scandals then shall seeke to worke thy thrall Remember nothing that thou dost not write For danger doth but fearefull hearts affright And with charitie loue thy neighbour so That by no meanes thou seekst his ouerthrow Haue carefull eare to euery man giue right Regard kinde words in kindnesse haue delight In honours cause maintaine thy reputation And hold loue good for reasons recreation Sooth no ill eares with idle flatterie Honor the Bride but do the Groome no rye Performe thy word but promise not too much With rich and poore be carefull to keepe touch With great and small be sure to keepe measure And scorne no trifle that may do thee pleasure For he that scorneth much deserueth hate An infamie that ne're expireth date Such long lasting euils my Son refraine What losse so e're it be vnto thy gaine Frequent the Church with faith and true deuotion And do not step too fast into promotion For farre more griefe is in a headlong fall Then if thy care had neuer climde at all Be content with such meanes that God doth send A patient heart doth gaine a happie end Why should'st thou toile thy selfe for pelth When death ends all approaching still by stealth And crops the blossomes of our whole delight By winter stormes by time and darksome night What bootest then to burthen thus thine age With heauie clogs for which thy soule 's at gage Where in woe and thraldome still remaining Except by Christ thou purchase thy redeeming Be wisely kinde to euery qualitie And euer keepe good hospitalitie A miserable house is vilde men say Ill gotten goods are quickly spent away Those that so neerely scrape their wealth together Another throwes it about and cares not whether At thy owne charge keepe thy Horses stable And seeke no banquet at a beggers table For a true minde had rather starue then eat Where Churles and seruants grudge a stranger meate Come not to a hungrie house for diet Where spies and teltales bring all out of quiet Rather for thy quiets sake liue with bread Then mo●gst talemongers seeke to be fed What is thine owne to eate none can grudge A backebiter must needes be a drudge Whose owne reports disgraceth him at last Cause he himselfe hath made the greatest wast Be free from this great danger lies therein To men offence to God a grieuous sinne Iest not with Cowards for they will but crie And as for Bawdes pitty their beggerie Lament the wofull state wherein they stand And rightly note the poison in their hand Which soone breakes foorth and makes the body foule But teene times worse it putrifies the soule Arithmeticke is in euery trade But true accounts are to be made For when the last count reckning is cast vp Then shall the craftie take their poysned cup And tast the iuyce of that they haue deserued For which deeds by doome it is reserued Where no woe or horror shall be wanting Though gold to them on earth was not scanting Desire no gaine where vice doth lead the ring It is a profit that thy paine doth bring For Lions Beares Wolues Apes and Asses Learne them to figure honors looking glasses And haue a care to carry so thy selfe No storme may driue thy ship vpon a shelfe Many dangers lies hid to thee vnknowne No corne comes vp sometimes where seede is sowne Enuious men sowes tares the Scripture saies A uoide them then and quite forsake their waies Let not earths pleasures lead thy heart away Which is transitory will soone decay And still doth passe on earth from hand to hand Neuer constant nor neuer firme doth stand Swallowes do feed on flies but light they flie Whiles Epicures in too much feeding die Wallowing in the sinke of sinnes filthinesse Loathsome to behold o're growne with beastlines Spuing out the rankor of selfe delight Which hath bred a cankor of endlesse spight By others harmes seeke not thy priuate good A

fall When parents counsell is thus reiected And their hourely care so much neglected Salomon saies smile not on thy daughter Least thou repent it euer after Then to sonnes and daughters let care be such That thou and they in vertue may be rich Seeme not to laugh at any vnseemly iest A meane in all in all is euer best And for thy seruants let no Belly swell A baudie house is but an earthly hell Keepe not an eye seruant within thy doore Which will but seeke to vexe thee euermore And scoffingly answere with taunting words A beastly tricke is all a Iade affords If that thou find'st a tell tale in thine house Be watching still as a Cat for a Mouse Such seruants can neuer be true nor iust Who backbites in secret such neuer trust Much discord by such is bred oft times When most themselues deserueth greatest crimes Be not familiar with seruants in any case But let them with dutie respect their place Giue but an inch they 'll quickly take an ell A wise tale to a foole t is vaine to tell In Law and Phisicke haue a conscience In making gaine of thy experience Least that thy Clients crie and Patients death Doe make thee crie out in the hell beneath Where grieuous horrors shall still affright thee Let vertues loue euermore delight thee Which is a gaine sufficient for thy store A perfect ioy delightfull euermore By wicked plots doe not proule for pelfe Let thy soules care be neerest to thy selfe So shall all thy waies prosper and be free From thraldome want and great necessitie No woe shall once approch where vertue shines What needes thou care though vicious men repines Their blasts as bubbles soone doth passe away Themselues in little time comes to decay If thou be rich abandon wicked pride And doe not on the horse of Enuie ride Least he carry thee with an easie way Vnto thy ouerthrow and great decay Seeke not the well-deseruing to disgrace Nor put the vertuous spirit out of place And sooth no humors in an euill minde For poisned breath is of a poisned kinde And though to hurt a few to hurt a manie Be good yet better not the hurt of any What bootes small gaines when greater losse doth fall By such measure seeke not to get at all Be patient and wise in extremity Thou mai'st the sooner come to prosperitie As gentle dewes kindly cause flowers to spring Patience gaines content though misery be long Let truth in euery thing be thy companion And vice ore thee shall neuer get dominion Thou hast a bulwarke that defends thee And a trustie friend that treasure lends thee If that thy friend doe trust thee with his loue Vnto his trust doe not a Traitor proue Least he that seeth thy ill gotten treasure Do pay thee home with an euill meaten measure Though thy gaines be small and trauell great Thou art certaine to come to iudgement seat To receiue a guerdon due to thy deeds A blessed food that blessed creatures feeds Neuer wanting but still possest with store Which makes thee rich though seeming ne're so poore Be faithfull to thy Wife firme to thy friend And constant in Religion to the end Doe not humor euery Sect for priuate gaine It is a greiuous sinne a greeuous paine Against the holy Ghost a sinfull deed Then vse it not what euer be thy need Religion is sacred pure diuine It is a heauenly map a heauenly signe It is that burning lampe that shines so bright Being with truth receiued a true delight Seeke not thou to depraue religious truth Least thou increase thy paine and endlesse ruth For chiefest learning thereon is grounded And all errors from thence quite confounded Be rich and wise in this good wit my boy That death nor hell nor Diuell can destroy Let thy chiefest pleasure be to seeke that gaine That afterwards may neuer turne to paine Who so but for the present time doth care Oft times is inforst to be poore and beare And when those present pleasures past and gone As much the nere if he had ne're seene none Then Time to accompt doth call that folly Checking him for all those deeds vnholy How he his time so loosely spent in vaine Which being spent can ne're be had againe Then with ifts and ands he begins to say Had I knowne this fore time had past away I had preuented that which now I finde But time is past and thou tookst hold behinde Where nought remaines but a scull death portraiture As Time doth passe it is of all most sure To spend this precious time it is a woe Without regarding how the houres do goe When time makes full the houres of times accompt Asking how much the totall doth amount Then all ill times by time vntimely spent Shall by that time haue time then to repent But all too late sith time was once refus'd And time so deerely lost so much abus'd The date is out 't is true the Clocke hath strooke Time kindly offered all when all forsooke This gem of worth most pretious is to youth But their selfe-wils hates knowledge of the truth Which should bring their tender age vnto blisse The right way to that perfect happinesse Which would shew then how they should spend the day With due respect how to spend the time away Not by idlenesse or foolish fansies Subiect to many vicious mischances Which luls their age with pleasure fast asleepe Such pleasures they were better loose then keepe Tell thou the Clocke as houres doth passe away And thinke how time doth turne all flesh to clay Serue God thy King be to thy countrie true Liue till thou diest then bid the world adue But liue in that sort that thou diest with fame That after death men giue thee a good name Which as Cronicles may last for euer In liuing thus thy life endeth neuer Ifto thy King thou prouest vntrue vniust Who will afterwards giue thee any trust Then to thy Prince giue due obedience And to thy betters seemly reuerence So shall thy fame on earth be had in store And heauenly blessings giuen thee euermore Ifto Countrie thou hast a tretchers heart Thy words are worse then a deepe venom'd dart Swine eates the flowers then nusles vp the roote And none but beastly mindes will surely doo 't Or offer to spoile that by which they 'r bred Or betray the Country in which they 'r bred How manifest it is of such mens liues How their courses euermore basely thriues Some themselues vntimely death doth bring Others in griefe of conscience still mourning Some wandring heere some there in wofull griefe Others pining in streetes and wants releife Some starke mad doth run quite distract of all Others in vaine for comfort out doth call Some in forraine Countries desires a place But gnawing conscience brings them to disgrace Some with audacious face doth faine excuse But God cries vengeance gainst so vilde abuse Some to Magistrates will sue for fauour But poysned hearts