Selected quad for the lemma: cause_n
Text snippets containing the quad
|
ID |
Title |
Author |
Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication) |
STC |
Words |
Pages |
|
A16773
|
Pasquils passe, and passeth not Set downe in three pees. His passe, precession, and prognostication.
|
Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626?
|
1600
(1600)
|
STC 3679; ESTC S104765
|
12,701
|
48
|
inward euill And too much louing of this wordly treasure And from taking leuell by vnlawfull measure And from the babies foolish A B C The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me To thinke to wash an Ethiopan white To loue too long and not be loued againe To do him wrong that alwaies doth me right To play the knaue with him that meaneth plaine And to continue in so vâ—le a vaine From all such notes where such instructions be The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me An old blind cat that cannot catch a mouse A flinging curtoll and a kicking mare A wife that neuer loues to keepe her house A lazy hound that will not hunt a hare The shame that falles out with the begars share And from the foole that will good fortune flee The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me From all infections both of soule and body And from the curelesse crosses of the mind From being too much inward with a noddy Or to a brother or a friend vnkind Or changing humors hourely with the wind From an ill fruit of an accursed tree The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me From making bargaines till I liue by losse And hoording come to eate into my heart To walke the Woodcocke to the Beggars crosse Or to be scholler at the diuells art To hurt my soule with an infernall smart From all such humors where such errors be The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me From beating of my braines about a bable From thinking of no end ere I beginne From giuing eare vnto an idle fable And poasting iournies for a puddings skinne And loosing all while other men do winne From eating apples vpon A dams tree The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me A rainy euening and a foggy morne A barren ground and an vnkindly yeere A nittie haire a garment ouer worne A market towne where all things are too deere A churles bare table without bread or beere The wofull issue of a Iudas fee The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me From restie bacon and ill salted beefe From raw sodde cunger and ill rosted eeles From a quicke witte that hath his tongue too briefe And from the blaines and kibes vpon my heeles And from a madding wit that runnes on wheeles From all such rules as out of order be The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me From a delight in hunting after newes Or louing idle tales of Robin Hood And from too much frequenting of the stewes Or ventring farre but for a little good And take a puddle for a princely flood From such blind iests as best with fooles agree The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me To slander Honor Vertue to disgrace Offend Discretion Learning to abuse Good labours enuy and their worth deface To follow follie wisedome to refuse To leaue the best and all the worst to chuse To euery Asse to giue the cappe and knee From all such errors Lord deliuer me From writing libells against men of state And medlnig with matters aboue my selfe Where I am lou'd to giue iust cause of hate Or to be busie with a monkie elfe Or carelesse runne my ship vpon a shelfe From such ill courses where no good I see The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me From loosing too much time in making loue From trusting to an idle humour'd dreame From spending too much mony how to proue To make a boate to ouergo the streame To kill my selfe to purge a little fleame From such odde vaines where such deuises be The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me From a prowd woodcocke and a peeuish wife A sleepy maiden and a wanton hagge A poyntlesse needle and a broken knife A house vnfurnisht and an emptie bagge A fidling baggige and a wicked wagge And from the woods where wolues and foxes be The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me The French Verola and the English feuer The Irish ague and the Spanish pippe The lungs consumption and the rotten liuer The cursed fall into a fellons trippe And from the ladder by the rope to skippe Where execution makes the fatall tree The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me To diue into a pocket for a purse Or steale a horse out of a pasture field To loue to sweare and lie and ban and curse And stubbornely to no good counsell yeeld But vnder fortune all my forces shield From all such rules where reasons ruines be The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me From cousoning of my selfe with too much kindnes From slipping fortune when it doth befall me From being led by wilfull reasons blindnes And keeping backe when fortune seemes to call me From all such passions as may so apall me Where blinded eies cannot their blessings see The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me To be commanded by a currish minde And to be flattred by a foolish knaue And to be crossed by a wicked winde And to be followed with a filthy slaue And to be harbourd in a hellish caue From such ill courses where such crosses be The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me From thriftlesse spending and from fruitlesse paines From sencelesse studies and from gracelesse deedes From helplesse torments and from witlesse vaines And from all those follies that such humors feedes And from the sinne that endlesse sorrow breedes And from all spots in my fowle soule to see Oh blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me A moath that eates into the finest cloth A wicked worme that hath a deadly sting A poysned potion with a sugred froth A wicked charme within a Diuels Ring And from the Syrenes when they fall to sing From such ill creatures as so cursed be The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me A mowse within a daintie peece of cheese A nest of rattes within a linnen chest A snake within a hiue of hony Bees A woolfe that eates into a wounded breast And from his curse that neuer can be blest From all such ill wherein no good can be The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me From an olde kow that kicketh downe her milke And a yong colt that will his rider cast From a thiefes halter though it be of silke And from a diall that doth goe too fast And from a pardon when the paine is past And from confession vnder Tiborne tree The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me From too long hoping after dead mens shooes And from betraying of an honest trust From lacke of care either to gaine or loose And from a conscience that may proue vniust And from a wicked and vnlawfull lust From all such courses where no comforts be The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me From a stale peece of flesh that is twice sodden And from a bloud raw rosted peece of beefe And from a crauen henne that is crow trodden And from a bawd a whore a rogue a thiefe And from home-taking an hearts inward griefe And from the ill wherein no good can be The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me From blindnes lamenesse deafnes cramps and stitches And from the gowt the
PASQVILS Passe and passeth not Set downe in three Pees His Passe Precession and Prognostication LONDON Printed by V.S. for Iohn Smithicke and are to be solde at his shop within Temple Barre 1600. To my very louing and vndeserued good friend M. Griffin Pen vpon his hearts true worthinesse shine the Sunne of highest happinesse THe countenance of a Landlord makes a poore Tenant halfe a King and simple men are no fooles that followe the shadow of alittle honour for my selfe I am of none of these Sects for I esteeme more of the kindenes of a good spirite than of faire wordes that bewitch Ignorance yet I reuerence Honour and loue Vertue but finding my selfe vnworthy the fauour of great ones and yet not willing to looke among the too little I will loue where I find cause deserue where I finde loue in which sence entreating you in the fore rancke of my affection to march with your kind friend M. Conquest I commend to the good leizure of of your patience the perusing of this little pamphlet deuided into three pees a Passe a Precession and a Prognostication Pasquill gaue them to me to deliuer vnto you which with his further seruice shall be further at your commandement and for my selfe how well I loue you I will not tell you til your commandement make me happy in your emploiment so wishing both in the work my wil a more worthines of your kindnes I rest Yours affectionately to command N. B. To the Reader PAsquill commends him to all that loue him to whom he giues to vnderstand that after his pains taken in his Mad-cappe and his Fooles-cappe laying them both aside thinking to take alitle rest gat him his Night-cappe vnder which in steede of sleep many idle humors came in his head which troubling his little staied braine would not let him be at quiet till he had committed them to the custodie of pen and incke and paper which hauing set downe somewhat to his owne contentment he hath in diuers Copies sent abroade to all such as will pay for the writing or els I should rather say for the printing which I thinke be better cheape to tell you what he doth intreate of were needeles when it followeth neere at hand and therefore onely thus much I will tell you hauing past through manie strange courses and finding little or nothing so pleasing but tasted like a bitter sweete vpon a suddaine fell vpon Good Lord deliuer vs and so continuing of his Precession as long as he thought good growing weary of his life fell to dreame of Doomes-day but lest I prooue tedious I will turne you to that you shall reade if it shall please you and consider of it as it shall like you and so for this time I leaue you Your friend Pasquill Pasquill to Morphorius MOrphorius I promised thee a Passe which heere I haue sent thee hoping in the like kindnesse ere long to heare from thee in the meane time let mee tell thee that for our parts we haue little ioy to looke for in this worlde fooles doe not vnderstand vs and knaues do but abuse vs the wealthy loue vs not and the poore can do vs no good honesty is ill for thriuing and yet the wisedome of the world being foolishnesse before God I know not what to say but for that the time of our life is short in this worlde let vs leaue vanitie and fall to some vertuous courses and yet because I will not at this time trouble thee too much with the Scripture I will leaue thee to reade what I haue scribbled and so end in some haste Thine Pasquill PASQVILS Passe HE that desires from danger safe to passe Along the world his wofull wretched daies And would behold as in a looking glasse The blocks and stops and such vnhappy staies As crosse a thousand in their very waies Let him but creepe as I haue learnd to go And tell me if it do him good or no. He that will passe neere to a Princes Court Let him take heede his tongue breake not his necke Nor mate himselfe among the Noble sort Lest prowde presumption haue too sore a checke Nor bend his will to euery wantons becke But watch good fortunes when they kindly fall And then passe on and haue no feare at all But if a fâ—ce of brasse will be too bold Or like a sheepes head shunne good company Or of complexion be too chilling cold Or fiery hot vpon an agony Or much inclind to any villany Or for his wit ioyne issue with an asse He hath no warrant neere the Court to passe He that will passe before a Iudgement seate Let him take heede his case be good and cleere Lest when that Trueth doth of the matter treate A heedlesse will do buy repentance deere While cost ill lost doth breed but heauy cheere But let him chiefly carry a good purse And then be sure to passe on ne're the worse But if he come with an vncertainety And thinke a curtsie will excuse a fee In hope that Law in Pitties charity Wil alwayes giue the right where it should be Let him learne this probatum rule of me That Trueth and Wealth do very much in law While beggar Falshoode is not worth a straw He that wil passe into a warlike field Let him not be too rash nor yet too slow Not franticke fight nor like a coward yeeld But with discretion so his valour show That fame may grace him where e're he goe Lest heedlesse will do shew when he is slaine He may passe thither but not backe againe He that will passe into a Merchants booke Let him take heede how to discharge the debt Lest when that Kindnesse doth for Patience looke He be so tangled in a Statute net That he be so with cunning trickes beset That to the Counter he do passe so fast As he can scarce passe backe againe in haste He that wil passe into a Ladies eies And in her hands wil leaue his little heart And yet with all his wit is not so wise As to discerne the sleight of Venus Art In giuing of the Fooles-Cap by desart Let him go better set his wittes to schoole Or else be sure to passe for a good foole He that will passe into the Holy land Let him be grounded in the rules of grace And be assurde that he doth vnderstand What is the trueth that falshoode may deface Lest when that Wisedome Follie doth displace And Learnings Court breake vp and all are gone He passe but for a simple blind sir Ihon. He that will passe into a Clownes conceit Let him take heedâ— be know a clouted shooe Lest he be cousoned with a close deceit When seely Fooles know not what Knaues can doe With Yea and Nay to bring an Ideot to But if he kindly know Clim of the Clough Then let him passe he shall doe well enough He that will passe into an Ordinary Let him take heede to deale with cardes and dice