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A15046	The rocke of regard diuided into foure parts. The first, the castle of delight: wherin is reported, the wretched end of wanton and dissolute liuing. The second, the garden of vnthriftinesse: wherein are many swéete flowers, (or rather fancies) of honest loue. The thirde, the arbour of vertue: wherein slaunder is highly punished, and vertuous ladies nad gentlewomen, worthily commended. The fourth, the ortchard of repentance: wherein are discoursed, the miseries that followe dicing, the mischiefes of quareling, the fall of prodigalitie: and the souden ouerthrowe of foure notable cousners, with diuers other morall, natural, & tragical discourses: documents and admonitions: being all the inuention, collection and translation of George Whetstons Gent.	Whetstone, George, 1544?-1587?	1576 (1576)	STC 25348; ESTC S111731	150,826	258

and Pimos falles WHo telles a tale at large of others smart In his report some errour néedes must shape Some blamed are some praisde beyond desart In this discourse such slaunder to escape It séemd me best to vse but notes of héede And leaue at full for to report the déede Yet some will say I wrong poore Plasmos here To make his youth the cause of his mishaps When he good soule who fraude did little feare Was slily snarld in sneaking couseners traps In déede my heart did bléede his plaints to showe And much I blamde the workers of his woe And yet forsooth what so of him is sayde In my conceit is nothing sayde but truth For sure his woes if they be wisely wayde Some wayes may be imputed to his youth For first of all his brauerie was the bayte These couseners mindes that egged with deceite Then sith him selfe was guiltie of his thrall His fortunes wrayd may wanton gallants warne From rash clyming for feare they catch a fall And by his woes vnwayed youthes may learne To trust them selues fewe others out of sight For timelesse trust wrought Plasmos much despight And for their falles by fraude that sought to mount Although that they not halfe their faults report Yet in their plaints are notes of good account Forewarnings faire and words of mylde exhort And for the rest how so they liu'd awry Let it suffice they did repentant dye R.v. Epilogus LOe here the fruits that growe of selfe conceits Loe here their falles that leape before they looke Loe gallants here the swéete inticeing baytes Wherein lyes hid the couseners poysoned hooke From maskes of pryde here are the visards pluckt Of dogged dice loe here the deadly yll Sée here how drie the louers purse is suckt That yealdes to please a wanton Ladies will. Who noteth here what treason lurkes in trust Before he trust may haply learne to trie Who sées faire words saust here with workes vniust May haue in scorne the shewes of flatterie Who marketh here the bitter end of frayes Of more emprise may holde a quiet life Who séeth here in lawe the long delayes May loue the worse to liue in wrangling strife Without good héede who so in court doth plant May here perceiue his beggerie in the end Who wayeth here the woes of withered want Were worse then mad beyond his boundes to spend Who would auoyde the snares that worldlings set And who would knowe their wiles and foule abuse Who hath desires an honest fame to get Who in his kinde inticing golde would vse May here finde rules his life for to direct Here liues their fames that vertues souldiers ware And here againe their dealings I detect To swimme in wealth that will no vauntage spare Here here discourst may worldlings sée their falles Which wey not how so riches they may winne Here may they sée how sore Gods vengeance galles When he is bent to punish filthy sinne All this and more my Muse at large reports All this my Muse for your auaile did hit In 〈◊〉 whereof she friendly you exhorts To take in worth what of good will is writ Quod cauere possis stultum est admitter● FINIS The Vicount Hermes her first husband kept her short Bianca Maria was her name Gōsago a lord about Mantua an earnest suter Shee married the Count of Celant a lord of Sauoy Kitt will to kinde Pride Pauie a towne vnder the gouernement of the Duke of Mantua Ardissino Valperga Count of Massino her first mynion at Pauie Note Note Idlenesse and pride the cause of wanton loue Roberto Sanseuerino Erle of Giazzo Valpergas great friend was her second louer The traynes that intice to loue Note Peeuish hate insueth passing loue A womans deadly hate Giazzos frēdship towardes Valperga Note An honest couler to dissemble a lewd reuenge Note She practised with Valperga whom late she scorned to slay G●azzo who should haue slaine him A policie Note Giachemo Scapar●one her fa●●er a great Vserer Dom Pietro a lustie younge Capitaine her lustie louer The thought of wonted pleasures increaseth the mysers paine The propertie of a courtesan to mainteine one with the spoile of another Painting common among Courtisans How euil the courtesies of a Courtesan is acquited if she liue to be aged The diseases that followe wanton and disordered liuing Beggerie the end of Courtesans Passing loue the cause of ielousie Frizaldo a suter to Giletta An vnwelcome guest Others pleasures a griefe to the wretched A secrete vertue in giliflowers Ielosie can neuer be perfectly quenched A trecherous part An vnlookte for comfort The womans 〈…〉 Faire wordes makes fooles faine A vnlooked for rescue Vide the fall of the C. of Celant fol. 16. a. Cressids complaint ●o 22. d Vide C. of Celant fol. 2. a fol. 10. b. Vide C. of Celant fol. 7. b. fol. 13. b. Vide Frizaldo fol. 45. Vide fo 65. fo 73. b. 80. 95 Vide ▪ 93. Vide. 93. Vide 74.75 b. Vide 72. a. Vide 90. a. Vide 97.87 Vide 94 Vide 93. Vide 100. Vide 74.2.100 Their exile The kingdom of the world described The deuils officers His first aduenture in the court The flatterer thriueth in the Court. Note In vnkind recompence For sakt brauerie and leue thy credite in the court Description of the court Fained friends Miserie can hardly winne the vertuous to vice His seconde aduenture in the warres A good Capitaine makes good souldiers The sowvre sauce of swete reported war. His last aduēture in the coūtrye made him a starke begger Yll seruaunds An old prouerb beggers must be no choosers In what contēpt the riche haue their poore friends This companion was Craft Lewde counsell Note Desire of goods draw our mindes frō goodnes The remembrannce of death hindereth vs from wickednes The godly cōremue riches compassed by deceite The knowledge of decceite is necessarie for the good A large larges The Cleargi The Courtie● The souldier The Lawyer Physicians The practise of a lewde Physician Officers One officer by honestie discouereth the deceites of the lewde A notable cloake Gaylors Younge Gentlemen Merchaunts Religiō without deuotion Crosbytinge a cusnage vnder the couler of friendship Note this policie Be dasigerous to enter into a statute to a marchaunt Burgoses To take ware on trust a notable vsurie A worthie custom in London Selling wares on credite collusion Scriueners Monie takers Cousiners Note this policie By the imprisoning of the complainant the cousiner agreeth without open shame Right Cousiners stand vppon their credite Make shiftes Counterfet Astronomers Phisitian● Bandes Courtesans Painting may helpe a courtesan but ther end is a bande and a begge● His farewell to the world a degression that shewes a of al this couetousness● ▪ Arbitriment best for poore men Vsurie a newe trade of merchandise Cousiners not without friends of calling A comfort to the godly in miserie A bolde chalenge

possesse in dreame that earst thou had Acquaintaunce for to craue aduentrous boy assay Thou wert not nise ne I abasht my secretes to bewray I showde thée all and some what I in vision sawe Thou wart mine owne by beauties dome vnlesse thou scorndst her law My wordes did like thée well or praises that I vsde And smyling saidst Dame beauties hest must no wayes be abusde Thus after slender sute thou knowste whom I euioyde But easily wonne as soone thou wert through sullon will accoyde And in thy wrangling rage I sawe thée raunge for newe I chafte through sight Dame beautie blamd cause Laymos was not true UUhich soone I did recant and yéelded for to haue My sute performde at beauties hands in forme as I did craue I askst a gallant gyrle which vaild at first assault I askte no faith nor none I found in whom was then the fault In him who now will learne to make his match more sure And as for thée thou dost but kinde to stoupe to euery lure The reporter This wrangling hate séemeth to be but a passion procéeding of Plasmos passing loue the which digested made his affection more perfect Neuerthelesse this following inuention wrayeth the euill fortunes of rash beléefe and cholericke reuenge after which for the most insueth repentaunce yet for that the Sonet it selfe foresheweth but a fitt of disquiet minde by loue occasioned it shal passe for mée without any preface FOwle fall thée false suspect so thriue thou ielous thought UUoe worth you both you reard the hate that all my harme hath wrought You did enuie my hap when late I liu'de in ioy You slaunder forg'd you mou'd mistrust you made my souereigne coy Shée wronged saunce offence good reason hath to hate But you no cause of filthie strife twixt friends to set debate But sith my heart did yeeld such motions to beléeue Both heart head and euery veine with fretting thoughtes to gréeue First loue renue thy force my ioyes for to consume And when desire hath blowen the cooles till all my fancies fume Then conscience guilt detect my follies day and houre And base desert exile remorse sée dreade my swéete thou soure Disdaine persuade my minde my Ladies passing loue Is chaungd to scorne from scorne to hate from hate reuenge to proue Tormenting passions eake abate my pride in showe Then scaulding sighes present my state vnto my friendly foe UUhich when shée once hath séene with wrecke of my delight Despaire end me dole with death in my swéete mistresse sight ▪ But least shée beare the blame of this my bloudy hand I craue vpon my timelesse tumbe this Epitaphe may stand Loe heare doth lie his corps Himselfe for woe who slue That Ielous thoughts his Lady blamde She euer liuing true The reporter These passionate verses wittingly lost wheras fayre Laymos might find them of likelyhoode she perceiuing his singular good loue hauing sufficient cause of quarell waxed euery day more straunger then other vntil poore Plasmos purse to make attonemēt prouided some pretie deuise that appeased her anger these louers thus reconciled it séemeth Plasmos to requite the friendship of his purse in praise whereof hée wrote these verses insuing P. Plasmos in praise of his Purse COme prettie purse the iewell of my ioy The daintie soile wherein delight is sowen Thou well deseru'st the title of a Ioy Who doth not feare whereas thy force is knowen UUho dare rebell where thou dost rule and reigne Thou foylest kinges by force of treason vile Thou clokest craft with flattrie feare or gaine UUhen Iustice should vncase his crooked guile By thée escapes the traytour and the théefe The murdrous mate which languisht late in woe Thou werst to ebb their tossing tydes of gréefe And graftest myrth where mone but late did growe To maske with pride thou art a visard fitt Thou heau'st him vp which held the plough of late Thou telst his tale which wants both Art and witt Thou wodcocke setst before the wise estate The wilie churle which wronges the wretch full oft The cousening mate whose mischiefe neuer endes Should sol fa singe in couseners cliffe aloft But that thou cloakst their craft with wealthie friends The thriftlesse childe by thée doth looke full hie UUhose sparing friends at home the plough doth hold In Court thou art the badge of brauerie UUho doth not fawne on gentle maister gold Deformed girles by thée are made full faire Dame Venus stoupes through thée to Vulcans lure The coffing churle doth match with beauties heire ▪ Such straunge consents can Lady Coyne procure UUhy stay I then swéete purse thée to embrace UUhose ayde I vsde when fortune most did lowre ▪ My clowdes of scare thou cleardst with gleames of grace My bale to blisse to swéete thou chaungst my sowre Thou sa●'dst my life with passing loue nie pinde UUhich friendly turnes are written in my minde The reporter It is hie time to digresse from the report of Plasmos wanton deuises vnto other his inuentions touching his miseries and repentance which immediatly followed his wanton expences and for that want is the contrarie vnto wealth I thought good to pla●e after the praise of his purse his complaint of wante the commodities of the one and the discommodities of the other dulie considered are meanes to persuade the wise in prosperitie to haue an eye vnto aduersitie and once in fauour to make prouision for Fortunes chaunge For fewe are so happie but in their time they are visited with miserie so wel beloued but once in their life they are as deadly hated so highly fauoured but are as vnhappily scorned not withstanding all these chaunces and chaunges Coyne in the coffer is an assured friend whereas if thou haue respect but to serue thy present tourne in prosperitie thou art so ouer prodigal that when pouertie pincheth the remembraunce of thy former swéete delights doth increase thy sower passions proofe appeareth by Plasmos who being nipped with neede calleth to remembrance what pleasures he had receiued by his purse and crossed euery of the said commodities with the inconueniences occasioned by his want as followeth P. Plasmos complaint of want I Whilome writ a iest what ioyes my purse did plant But now I wray with litle lust the woes of withered want When Purse with pence did flow a thousand friends I found Now wōted wealth doth weare to ebb their frēdship runnes aground When Coyne I had in claw my wronges weare doomde for right Since néede did nippe my rightfull sutes was ouer● ayde with might When wealth I had at wil my wished ioyes were wrought Now want doth choke those iestes with care cloyes my braynes with thought With wealth I fréedome wonne by wealth my woes did weare Through lacke restrainte of libertie doth foyle my hope with feare With Coyne I seruaunts kept which serued for mine ease By néede inforst now am I faine to pray to pay and please I ratlted then in silkes by brauerie of my bagges But pouer man now am I

for me them selues did fetter fast Whose baites for me them measht in beggers net Inforst men say of God loe here the might Which heales the harmd and lames the lewd in sight But I whose scare thy heauenly helpe did cleare Will daily sing with mynd with hart and voyce To thee O Lord be honour laude and feare Which foyldst my foes and madst me to reioyce Laude for thy grace and honour to thy name Feare cause thy wrath doth put the lewde to shame The reporter After that P. Plasmos had throughly passed the pikes of his troubles he foorthwith professed a newe course of life to witnesse which reformation making pouertie his excuse he sent this following farewell vnto fayre Laymos and other fine dames of his olde acquaintance ▪ which inuention he termed his farewel to wanton pleasures P. Plasmos farewell to wanton pleasures DAme Venus be content thy seruant should depart Who long hath bath'd in brauties blisse yet swam in seas of smart And willing nowe with losse to leaue his wanton sport Repentance hath reclaimed him from pleasures statly court Good loue my gouernesse thy charge that erst did raunge Is well content to carelesse youth to leaue his choice in chaunge My colours fresh and gay my pride in peacocks plumes I now resigne to Cupides thralls whose head with fancie fumes My sugred wordes that earst did wray my suites at large My scalding sighes to quench mistrust when iealousie gaue charge I will to salue their sore whome false suspect doth byte My vaunting speach I giue to those which soiourne with delight And fansie earst my friend of force I must forsake And lust my choice I leaue to those which rowes in leachers lake For wisdome rules my will and reason bids retire Least frosen feares through faythlesse loue doth followe hote desire Expence doth nip my purse my pride is pincht with paine Aspiring mynde hath caught a fall my lacke is linckt with gaine Yet losse this lesson learnd how pence my pleasure wrought Not pleasure pence but purses paine when néede the bottome sought A noddie for the nonce for faithlesse flurtes to flout Poore want was rayd in ragged clothes amongst dame pleasures rout Which picture when I sawe in fauour like my lacke Disdaine my thought did drowne my ioy despaire did bruse my backe Pure néede then prickt me foorth in faith good mistresse mine Ere scorne should worke me out of grace my seruice to resigne For if you rightly wey my want by former wealth Your selfe will iudge I can not serue without the ayde of stealth Then wrong will séeke reuenge with tryall of his bande And iustice soone will sentence giue to truce me out of hande Then conscience will accuse my coste in Venus court And warne my friendes by these my woes to shun dame pleasures sport And loth to dye will curse the causers of my smart Thus with your blame my one the shame perforce I shall depart The reporter After P. Plasmos had bid adieu to these counterfet delightes he made this ensuing recantation and sith it behoueth euery man that recanteth to shew with what errours he was led as well to discharge his owne conscience as to forewarne others of the like P. Plasmos in the saide recantation maketh discourse of loue betwixt faire Laymos and him self Wherein is discouered the subtile sleights of a cunning courtisane P. Plasmos recantation BEfore the world I here recant my life I do renounce both lingring loue and lust My wanton will with wisedome once at strife Hath lost the fielde the type of fansies trust My sugred toung bepoudred all with teares To chase mistrust from my swéete maistresse mynde With simple speach from humble sprite now weares That fauour I with my swéete Christ may finde My seattered sighes which I on earth did strowe I gather vp and sende them to the starres As messengers of my lamenting woe Twixt sine and soule so mortall is the warres Sith I repent no shame it is to wray My former life how farre from grace it swern'd Although from truth I silly shéepe did stray As good men God so I my Goddesse seru'd Her fauour heauen I reckt her frowning hell I swam in ioy when I attaind her grace I sunke in noy when she with wrath did swell Such strange effectes were shrowded in her face Saint Pandor then my aduocate I made Who pynde my purse yet fead my foolish vaine A thousand scornes with my fond sight did fade My suite in wordes such slender grace did gaine As Gods of olde my Goddesse honoured is Which sacrifice of kine and calues did craue But she inioynd in penance of my mis For fashion sake that first I yeald her ●laue With vowe of fayth my suite then must I showe But suites of lawne with toyes of déeper coste The duties were which I for grace did owe Such costly grace then found were better loste But mi●●es of loue did so bedim my eyes That wealth was slaue vnto my wanton thought Glad was my purse when he the toy espies Which with my loue a perfect liking wrought But I too sharpe did spurre so frée a wretch He pynde to naught to please her péeuish mynde Then lacke too late this lesson did me teach I seru'd no saint but one of Sathans kynde Who when she fawe pure néede to play his part With iealous speach gan straight to faine debate My second choice she sayde possest my heart As though pure loue had hatcht this souden hate But well I sawe despight did forge suspect And iealous speach was set to colour scorne My charge not change did frame with foule defect She fained griefe I wretch with woe forworne My plées of want then purchase little grace She wild me loue where I my wealth did waste For my nice choice she reckt her selfe too base Which here and there in change a new was plast Fonde fansie then presented to my will In desperate panges to pine away with paine Or purchase pence on top of Shooters hill If I escape my bootie grace would gaine For him that earst both hope and hap did vaunce To desperat thoughts to vayle his former blisse Blame not his mynde to cure this sorrie chaunce If ventur'd life did worke amends of misse And syth quoth I I must a martyr be Then burne to naught with blase of Cupides brands A gentler death is hanging on a trée I may escape the bowget makers hands In spight of scorne which haunts my Ladies hart Then shall I swim in seas of former grace And sorrow shall finde recompence of smart With foulded armes when I my ioy imbrace These drousie dumps which driues me to despaire Shall purged be with drugs of droynses store I glad he mad then mumping in his chaire When stéede is stolne too late shall shut the dore Thus I vile wretche led on by wanton lust A triumphe made within my wicked thought How I by hap the harmelesse threw to dust Ere I escapt or