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A16801 A true description of vnthankfulnesse: or an enemie to ingratitude. Compiled by Nicholas Breton Gent Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626? 1602 (1602) STC 3703; ESTC S116188 4,001 15

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seemes to tell Vnto an Emperour was brought And with great Ioy and Iolitie Presented to his Maiestie VVhich Lyon kept as others are That so are caught and so are brought To seede vpon such hungry fare As tamnesse had his stomacke taught Did liue such Trayterous harts to teare As to such death condempned were Whete Long this Lyon had not beene But that the Man that heal'd his wound Whose Eie had neuer Treason seene Nor Spirit such a thought had found Iniuriously was apprehended And vnto such a death condempned Who beeing brought vnto the Den Whereas the Lyon fiercely stood To teare in peeces those ill men That fed him with their poisoned blood Before his face did kindelie stand And pawde and lickt him on the hand The lookers on amaz'd to see The Lyon thus the Man entreate Did wonder what the cause should bee His loue to him should bee so great And to the Emperour did tell What all before their Eies beefell Who comming thether to behold The truth of that hee thus had heard And seeing still the prisoner hold His place with him a great reward Did promise him the cause to show That made the Lyon vse him so When of the Lyon taking leaue VVith kissing of his Kingly foote To make his Maiestie conceiue The truth of all euen from the roote Hee ript vp all that hee had done VVhereby this Lyons loue beegunne The Emperour well pleas'd to heare How euery point and part did grow Before his presence made appeere The wretches that had wrong'd him so And threw them in his wrathfull power Vnto the Lyon to deuower VVho spared none but slew them all The Man was Royally rewarded The Note to this effect did fall That thanckfulnesse was much regarded The Lyon still remain'd his friend And so the story made an end Oh Lord that euer Man should liue In hate of loues forgetfulnesse And that a Lions loue should giue Such notes of Noble thanckfulnesse VVhich all in one doe but conclude The Princely grace of Gratitude Then shew no Vipers venum vile To gnaw the bowells that did breed thee Nor Cucko like doe loue beguile To kill the Sparrow that did feede thee But Lionlike doe thanckfull proue To him that hath deseru'd thy loue Remember what thou hast Receu'd Of vvhom why how and what and where And let it bee as well perceu'd Thou doste retourne thy kindenesse there That perfect thanckfulnesse may proue The Nature of the Lions loue If that thou finde thy Mistresse kinde Dishonor not hir qualitie If that a noble friend thou finde Skoffe not his liberalitie If meane men buie thy companie Requit them not vvith villanie If that thy Father doe commend thee Bee thou not bad to shew his blindnesse And if thy friend a saddell lend thee Steale not his Horsse to quite his kindnesse But chiefely doe not seeke his blood Whose loue hath liu'd to doe thee good Forget not God that gaue thee life Defame not him that is thy friend Bee not vnfaithfull to thy wife And hold on honest to the end For when the Knaues bee all discarded A poore small tromp may be regarded Doe not with Connies vndermine The Castle where thy Captaine liues Nor Counterfet with a Diuine To cheate the Charitie hee giues Least when the world doth see thy shame Both God and Man doe hate thy name Leaue not a Man to seeke a beast A Monster is nor flesh nor fish And where thou hast receu'd a feast Returne not home a poisoned dish Least they that finde thy hellish Nature Doe hold thee for a hatefull Creature In summe for all let this suffice To warne thee from Ingratitude Beehold it with your inward Eies And let it not your soule delude For Truth doth write that Time may reede It is a graft of Gracelesse seede Which growes but in a wicked ground And beares no fruit but Infamie And many times is blasted round With Hellish breath of Blasphemie Yet with ill humours moystned so As makes it wickedlie to grow But from this wicked Hellish thing That so infects the minde of Man And with a most infernall sting The wofull state of Life beegan And doth abuse good Creatures thus Good Lord of such deliuer vs. FINIS