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An epitome of the vvorlds woe vvherein is perspicuously discouered, the lamentable miseries of the world, in these tempestuous times, the infidelitie of fained friends, and ficklenesse of deceitefull fortune : continued by way of meditation and resolution / by Geo. Dichante, gent.
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Dichante, George.
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my heart But when it goes it's bitternesse to quell I looke for 't more and bid but halfe Farewell So that in Mirth I maladies do feare And in my care I know that comfort 's neere Oh that my eyes could shed a sea of Teares For to lament our vnlamented yeeres Or could but with my weake and weary straine Beate all these mischiefes into Mortals buaine Then sure some veiwing of its Misery Would cast all care aside and learne to dye Leaue of all worldly loue make preparation As here he had but one houres habitation I do not care my Minde was neuer such Whether I be endow'd with little or much If little my account shall be but small How I 'ue disposed of this little all If much no Auarice gainst me hath stood But I may grant it to the needies good And for my part I will confesse that I Am very young yet old enough to die If that the destinies had decreed it so I had beene well content that gate to go Then had I beene secure from sinning more And past the perill of the pikes before But since it stands thus with his holy pleasure That to repent I haue the times leysure My Times at all times like a carefull man I le make the best vse of it that I can But as for Fortune and all worldly care That daily on this world do make repaire I 'ue such an Antidote laid vp in store As that her hornes shall neuer hurt me more For Patience shall arme my body still To beare the burthen of her good or ill My minde shall meditate on that alway That prudent Pompey vsed oft to say My friends quoth he we haue but little cause To trust Fates flatterings and vaine applause For by experience I haue prou'd it true My former state I know was knowne to you How the Emperiall Rule I once did gaine Before I lookt for or ere wisht the same And on a suddaine euery one might see T was snarcht away and taken quite from me When I a Mighty Monarch reigned in Rome Secure as then I dreamd from Care to come And climing to attaine the top of all I was deposed and cought this feate full fall So Senecca when banished from Rome 〈…〉 Vnto his mother Altine wrote a letter That she might beare his banishment the better Mother said he I n'ere gaue credit to Or trusted Fortunes slimme and subtle show Although 'twixt me and her did often grow Great friendlinesse 't was fild with fraud I know For when she did consent to ought I did If any peace or praise in it lay hid I knew she did not pitty me at all But rais'd me high to take the greater fall So by her liberality what 's sent Riches or Honor I accompt them lent All promises that she doth proffer me The pleasures wealth or what prosperity I lay it by within my house by 't selfe Looking each houre to lose that lastlesse pelfe And it doth n'ere my mind at all affright Whether she tak 't away by day or night I le n'ere lament nor wander still in woe But as it came I le freely let it goe Whence this we see the prudent and the wise Will not presume still on good happ to rise Nor all her ficklenesse esteeme a haire Because before a change they do prepare Yet if I might elect I 'd rather buy Her Amity then wofull Enmity And when I 'ue lost wherewith she did relieue me Then let her take it it shall neuer greeue me Let her take all I haue burn't in the fire And giue it to some monster or a man Vse all extremities she will or can Yet shall not this nay nor a further smart Produce a sigh or euer greeue my heart We read that Philip Macedon likewise When he heard tell of three great victories Straight kneeled down with folded palmes to 'th skies And vnto heauen lifting vp his eyes Vtter'd these words Oh cruell Fates quoth he And gratious gods after prosperitie I humbly pray you you will be content To moderate my future chastisement And let it not be a sad introduction Of my great ruine or my dire destruction For I am certaine that such flowes are vaine And after pleasure will insue my paine All which examples truely should be noted And in our memories well writ and quoted That midditating on them we may know How little trust to fortune we do owe How much we haue to trust the flattering strife And fawning happinesses of this life For we not taking heed of after claps Fall vnawares in number of mishaps Yea if it fortune that some time we find Pleasures and great contentments to our mind Then paine his penalty for pleasure doubles And vs ou'r whelmeth in a gulfe of troubles So like right worldlings thinking for to hold Our 〈…〉 In spight of Fortune and her nimble lets We 're trapt and toyled in misfortunes Nets Such is our folly when we hauing got Some bauins blaze of blisse or little lot Our Wits by much presuming on that fate Are câ—ptiuate and drown'd in selfe conceit So we become by running thus astray To froward Fortune and ill hap a pray O traiterous world which for a little space Dost flatter fawne and smile on vs apace And quickly in the twinkling of an eye Bereaues vs of our ioyes and dignitie Thou giuest vs occasion to be glad And after makes vs dolefull heauy sad Now thou aduances and extols vs hie Then throwes vs downe and makes vs lowly lie But oh base world how can we scape thy gins Or liuing here extenuate our sinnes For why the more thou knowes a man is glorious And by 's aspiring seekes to be notorious To fit his chaps for him thou dost prouide Riches Honor and many things beside As Beauteous Women I and dainty fare That he may surfeit on them wtthout care But after all these wished ioyes and pleasures Great dignities and many precious Treasures Euen as a bate is for the Fishes set So are we taken in vaine pleasures net But as for worldly and these tough Temptations Presented to vs for our iust probations They make vs thinkt vnpossible ere Fate Should Metamorphose such a setled State Which hardens vs in them to take delight And practise nought but pleasures day and night Yet I would haue one that 's affectionate Vnto the worldly pleasures pompe and state Or loues it most To tell me by his wit What recompences or what benefit After the world deceiues them they can reape Nought but Laments and for their lust to weepe I 'ue knowne great dolors griefe and lamentations In many houses where 's beene exultations And many ioyes before in worldly state That haue their losse lamented too too late But thinke the world rewards vs still with euill And ruines good things like a demy-deuill T is Vertues Tyrant enemy to peace For base commotions neuer in 't will cease Errors maintainer and a freind to warres This Souldiers testifie