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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

their turnes stricke not to play the Bée Scorne not for gaine in age to holde the doore They once were yong that were your bandes before 101 And now my larges giuen farewel foule guile Farewel O world no wile shal make me rich My mynd abhorres welth won by falshoodes vyle To mount by fraud I loth such loftie pitch I can not scratch the harmelesse ere they itch If due desart proude Flatterie pyneth still I list not fawne play hypocrite that will. 102 Fare wel fare wel O world farewel againe Thou now God wot frō wonted course doest réele The clergie once in preaching tooke great paine Whose words in works bare witnes of their zeale Most now in words but few in workes reueale They teach with toung when thought on tything is O wicked world thy wealth is cause of this 103 O world accurst in court thou settest pryde Whose mynions are fraude flatterie and disdaine They pyne desart before his truth be tryde They forge offened well meaning mindes to staine They cast at al yet sildome lose amaine Wo worth the world thy brauerie works the wracke Of such in court as well deserue and lacke 104 The souldier stout foreséeing small reliefe For seruice doone if spoyled honre he comes As forst to play no souldier but the théefe When fortune fits to gather vp his crumbes For once at home poore store of pence he thumbes O world thy wealth with rulers worketh so As what they haue they hardly will forgo 105 The lawe first made to wéede out wrongs for right To yeald amends vnto the poore opprest ●s wrested nowe for fauour or for spight Nowe monie so corrupts the Lawyers breast That daying is for poore mens suits the best Yea such effects in worldly muche doth lurke As iudges harme where helpe they ought to worke 106 Fine fare and slouth discases strange do bréede And grieued wights will spare no cost for ease But golden fées so doth Physicians féede As séelde or nere they rich mens paines appease With drinks and drugs they still do them displease O wicked world thy welth first wrought their grief Thy wealth againe doth hinder their reliefe 107 Desire of gaine make offices so heape As solde they be not giuen who best deserues Who buyeth deare séelde thriues by selling cheape Who wrongeth yet from honest getting swerues No force for that fewe nowe such course obserues Thus pelfe O world first makes the Doner foule To leauie mendes the Done néedes must poule 108 Each pleasant paine each swéete inticing sowre O world thou workst our wanton yeres to witch And not content we should our selues deuour But churles thou sett'st to clawe vs ere we itch Thou burnst the byrde and bastes the bacon stitch O spiteful world thou hap frank harts dost grutch And grieuest churles by giuing of too much 109 The merchant once bent all his care to seas In forreine soyle he sought desired gaine Then was his toyle to common wealth an ease And he deseru'd his wish in lye of paine But nowe at home he findes a swéeter vaine Sance venter nowe he will in wealth abound Foule fall the wight this second trade that found 110 The reachlesse héede youthes haue in large expence To flaunt it out their cost no care to thriue Inticeth churles with shewe of good pretence In prime of pride their maintnance to depriue For lymed once small bootes the wrong'd to striue Right Cousners haue such helps friends at néede As struange it is to sée how ●leare they spéede 111 Thy pryde O world doth bréede such wanton thought As most men nowe receiue dame Venus hyre To stoupe faire dames such sharp assaults are sought Such proffers large such wiles to winne desire As wonder t' is what fortes are set on fire Who sinneth not is such a gnawing bone To raise this siege that fewe will throwe a stone 112 Fye on the world fye on thy soule deceites Fye on thy fraude thy flatterie and thy pryde Fye on thy shifts thy subtilties and sleites Fye on thy cloakes thy filthy crimes to hyde Adieu adieu I can thée not abyde And thee O God for euermore I laude For kéeping me vntainted so with fraude 113 For though I haue consumd my dayes in thral Now death drawes néere my coūt is quickly made And well I wot death doth all sorts appall The prince the poore yea men of euery trade Who lewdly liues with recknings huge is lade Thus worldlings griefe where mine doth eb doth flowe A sorrie swéete to end with sowre woe 114 Through conscience I féele no thought of hell I conquer'd haue of dreadful death the feare Where is thy sting where doth thy furie dwell Where is thy force O Death wher is thy speare Assault say I that with my Christe I were I ready am both euening noone and morne The diuell the world and all their works I scorne Lenuoy 115 YOu worldlings chiefe to you this tale I tell God graunt my words be to your woundes a leache The fruites of fraude vntold you knowe too well Yea better then my naked Muse can teach But to this end this dririe plaintes I preach That hencefoorth you to getting haue such eye As you may liue as though you dayly dye 116 And least the lewde should wrest my worde amis I do exempt the good of euery trade The which I trust will not repine at this To shew thy praise this checking verse was made The Clergie first at whome a glaunce I had Of them there be great store of preachers good To shewe the truth that will not spare their blood 117 There are in court that liue in worthy fame And well deserue renoune and credite both Some officers will take no bribes for shame Some laweyers are to sowe dissention loth And citizens with whome I séemde so wroth I néedes must graunt how so my Muse did square Of euery trade a number honest are 118 The souldier now whom I do honour much How so I toucht their faults that do offend I graunt we haue of noble souldiers such As maimes to fame that will those vices shend I blame none such the rest I wish amend Physicians good as many sure there be Will not repine the lewde reprou'd to sée 119 How so I toucht some scriueners faults at quicke There are of those I knowe of honest fame Such haue no cause against my Muse to kicke Nor yet the lewde that wisely weyes the same I blase abuse yet touch no creatures name Yea to be shore ●●ypt no foot of men That truly can w●th malice charge my pen. Veritas non querit angulos G.W. opinion of trades as touching gaine written to his especiall friend maister R.C. MIne owne good friend ▪ since thou so faine wouldst know What kynde of trade doth yeald the surest gaine My iudgement now of some I meane to showe And after toyle which quiteth best thy paine The merchant he which cuts the mounting seas With

hard fortunes Ah good Rinaldo quoth she whersoeuer thy body lies in thought I so perfectly beholde thy image as in euery mournefull tale my thinkes I heare thy tong Woe worth thée Frizaldo to coole whole iealous distrust I vsed shewe of hate where in heart I loued and yet Rinaldo thou art not blamelesse in that when as I made thée priuie to the cause of my straungnesse thou wilfully afterwards didst drowne thy selfe ▪ Herewith Rinaldo to make Giletta partaker of his newe conceiued ioyes could not choose but discouer him self whome when she perfectly knewe And liues Rinaldo yet quoth she and therwithal imbracing her best beloued with very ioy fell into a swoone Rinaldo séeing his Lady and loue to faint spared for no kisses to fetch her againe She being reuiued and the heate of their ioyes somwhat qualified I want skill to will to shewe what desire the one had to delight the other but this I am assured they in such sort ouerwent the night that morning willed them away ere eyther of them had thought of former sorrowes or sought to worke for future ioyes But as it is sayde the womans vnt is more readier thē the mans in practises that answereth their liking experience here makes proofe of no lesse For when Giletta espied Rinaldo in a browne studie with debating which way they might best easiest and soonest perfect their 〈◊〉 delightes she comforting him with a pretie smyle willed him to commit that charge vnto her but in any case she warned him to liue a while vnknowne Rinaldo faithfully promised to obey her direction who after he had giuen and taken a hundred loth to depart kisses foorthwith posted vnto the next vncouth place and Giletta secretly conueyed her self vnto her chamber Who the next day forsooke her mourning wéedes with a chearefull countenance she bid her friendes Buon giorno who reioycing to sée her so pretily comforted applyed them selues vnto such exercises and persuasions as they thought would best worke her contentation Especially Frizaldo who after it was giuen out Rinaldo was drownd was so muche of Giletta misliked as that she could neyther abide his sight nor would patiently heare his name now seeing her stormie anger somwhat appeased by litle litle renued his louing suite Giletta nowe to worke sure bicause he should no more suspect fraude in her ouermuch familiaritie made the matter somewhat strange yet not so strange but that Frizaldo might picke out incouragement to continue his bootlesse suite Who refusing no aduauntage charged her and double charged her with importunate persuasions she at euery assault séemed somewhat to relent yea in the end she was content patiently to heare his request if she chaunced to crosse him with froward language she wold comfort him with some fained good looke Gilettaes father seeing some likelyhoode of the match he long desiered I meane betweene Frizaldo and Giletta his daughter furthered Frizaldos desire in what he could in so much as coueting a spéedy dispatche he one day inioyned his daughter to giue him a direct answere off or on Giletta modestly answered the promise she made Rinaldo was such a corsie to her conscience through the feare of infamie as althogh she had sufficiētly tried by trying liked Frizaldos honest and faithfull loue yet she feared to giue hir willing consent to that she hartily wished Why quoth her father your promise died with Rinaldo though he desperately dispatcht his life neither law of God nor Nature can forbid you marriage and to make you the more willing to that I wish there shal be proclamation made that if Rinaldo within one moneth come in make clame to Giletta he shuld be indifferent-heard if not Frizaldo to haue her as his lawful wife by this means quoth he the clattering tongs that thou fearest would note thee of inconstancie well persuaded of his death by reason of his absence will sure be staid Giletta thus proffered what she had thought to haue requested set nicenesse aside fayning her fathers persuasions to haue conquered her vpon this condition yealded to marrie Frizaldo The Lord de Bologna made no delay but presently vpon this cōsent assured Frizaldo to his daughter Giletta caused proclamation to be made This news wrought ioy on al sides Rinaldo laught to heare this proclamation for that he knew how to prouide sowre sauce for Frizaldos sweet delights Giletta smilde to see how wi●el●ly she had won her fathers consent to haue Rinaldo who she knew was ready to make clame Gilettas frends reioyced to see her sorowes appeased but Frizaldo aboue the rest triumphed in shew he made no account of the prouiso in his assurance For why he thought a dround man wold hardly clame his right the kind intertainment of his maistresse so laded him with ioy as that he bad iealouzie go trudge distrust adieu and al other hinderances auaunt one while he inuites his friends another while he makes choice of martiall calengers champions for iusting turne barriers c. Now he cōsults with carpet knights about curious masks other delightful shewes anon he runs vnto the tailers to sée his apparell made of the straungest costliest fashion thus was he occupied in prouision of brauerie against his marriage day he had no thought how Rinaldo wold be auēged of his trecherie ouerthrow him in combat weare his wéedes marrie his wife and vse his prouision of plesure for the honor of his own wedding he wold not sée secret hate that lay hid in Gilettas louing lookes as the snake lurkes in the swéet grasse his blinde affection made him forget the villanie he had offered Rinaldo so that pricke of conscience could moue him to no repentance For hauing reacht the height of his desires he made her the instrument of his destruction by whose dishonest seruice he attained this shew of preferment I meane Rosina Gilettas waiting woman who séeing the preparation for her maistres marriage began to loure on Frizaldo the reasō was at such time as he was out of Gilettas fauor to currie friendship with her he tolde this dāsel in respect of her curtesies in despight of her maistres iniuries he would marrie her which faire promise this fouly falsed might very wel force the poore wench to frowne Which Frizaldo seeing likewise saw without wise foresight a hindrāce to his desires deuising how to repaire this breach of amit●e he called to mind what smal trust was in a womans secrecie waying what mischiefe he had executed to compasse his louing affaires now to perfect the successe he long looked for he concluded in acquitall of the poore wenches courtesies to shorten her life O wretch spoyled of pitie rest of humanitie catyfe more cruell then any Tygre howe couldest thou professe to loue with so bl●ndy a mynde especially to acquite her with such crueltie that spoyled her credit to do thée courtesie But why weare I time to wonder at thy vnnaturall

And yet this woe doth wrong me most I mourne without a mate For if one drop of hope were séene though dride with scorne in sight I might with pyning Tantale ioyne who sterues in swéete delight Or if I could but halfe the hill roule vp the tumbling stone I had a mate of Sisyphus to match with mée in mone But oh O not my hap more harde they haue a scambling ioy But I no thought of swéete remorse my souereigne is so coy My ioy in was my woe in is and so is like to bée My fancies turne to firie sightes aliue my death to sée The court the court where pleasure liues with paine increast my care Eche blisie séemde bale eche gleame of grace did mist my ioyes with scare Eche show of sport my sorrowes moude eche pleasure made mée plaine Yet there I preast to féede on sight digesting dire disdaine Were loue not blinde this life were straunge for one to loue his foe More straunge to haunt a place of harme but most to ioy in wee But Oh who féeles his aukeward fittes and suckes the swéete in soure Shall bide a yeare of dole with ease to féele one lightning houre Such life I lykt til sogge of scorne did rise to dampe my ioyes Till secrete sighes wrought open scoffes till flontes did quite my ioye Untill the colours which I wore my secrete mourning wrayde Till dauntes of friendes till frumpes of foes my feeble hope dismayde And till her blondie hate was séene of euery béetell sight Till then I neuer shronke but sought with zeale to quenche her spight But then quoth I Dom Diego wretch bid Court not care adue Some vnkouth haunt thy fortune séemes thy harmes alone to rue Thou gau'st thy woord to die her loue let word in worke agrée Her checking chaunge her scorne for faith is no excuse for thée A Hermits life beseemes thy lucke go haunt the Pyren hills To touch the foode wée may not taste increaseth hungry wills Therwith I vow'de in desart houltes alone to rue my harme Where fretting sighes doth serue for fire my frosen flesh to warme My foode is aples hawes and héepes such fruites as féede a beast Wilde monsters are companions mine in hollow caues I rest A crabtrée staffe my surest stéede my sterued legges to ease My thoughts new wounds increaseth stil whē cares I would appease The watchfull clocke the warning bell the harmonie I heare Is dreadfull noyes of dreadlesse beastes of whom I liue in feare My studie is to way and waile that fortune thus doth lowre Wher wealth by wāt once loue by scorne my swéete by present sowre Where fethers flue about my helme a willowe wreath to weare My wéedes of worth by cote of leaues sharpe flowes for deintie fare My stately home by hard exile delight by wythred woe Doth force god wott my wasted teares through griefe a fresh to flow My lute that sometime lent mée ease hath neither frett nor stringe My sugred voice with howling hoarst forbids mée now to singe My penns are worne my incke is done my paper all is writ Yet halfe my passions and my paine vnpainted are as yet So that for onely exercise in trées and Marble stone My griefe to case I forced now do graue my wretched mone Liue longe in blisse thou loftie Béeche wherein this vow is writt No luring friend nor lowring foe Geneuras faith shall flitt To witnes now her foule vntruth Dom Diego writes belowe Her vowed faith from knowen friend is reft by sawning foe But chiefe of all thou sacred stone remaine thou sound and safe Continue thou these letters fresh which are my Epitaphe Hard by this rough and ragged stone Dom Diego wretched ▪ lyes Geneuras hate exiled him yet louing her hee dies This homely tumbe is all my helpe to bring my death to light This must record my faithfull loue and show my Ladies spight In time I trust some forrest Pan or wandring pilgrime may Peruse my woes and to my swéete this sowre message wray To saue my faithfull boone vnbroke to show my seruice iust My souereignes scorne with face of faith her treason cloakt with trus● Me wretched Dom Diego forst before my time to die My bones vnburied by this tumbe makes proofe it is no lie And now good death with spéede diuorce my soule from lothed life My ioyes are worne my pleasures past my peace is chaung'd to strife I sée no meane of quiet rest but onely death by thée Then spare them death whom pleasure hauntes vse thy force on me ▪ Dom Diego hauing for the space of 22. monethes thus liued an exiles life onely accōpanied with sorrow wretchednes and miserie which comfortlesse cōpanions no one houre forsooke him it chaunced that Dom Roderico a speciall friend of his had occasion to trauel into Gascoine and as hée iourneyed in the desart forrest whereof this wretched louer was made frée citizen he mist of his way in the end finding out Dom Diegos homely caben of whom he demaunded the way to Barcelone hauing his aunswere as he departed hée espied in a corner of his cotage two faire saddles vppon the one of them was ingrauen this Poesse in Spanish Que brantare la fe es causamuy fea To violate faith is a thing detestable Dom Roderico reading this poesse called to remembraunce how that his frend Dom Diego in al his deuises vsed the same to be short he so handled the matter as the hermite whō hée knewe not so was hée ouergrowne with haire and worne with woe confessed himselfe to be Dom Diego his friend taking him a side hée deliuered the whole cause of his exile Dom Roderico séeing this foster louers miserable estate vowed with what possible speede hée could to worke his remedie who for more haste forsooke his iourney and returned home vnto his owne castle At his comming home making no semblaunce of his knowledg hée roade to the place where fayre Geneuora with her mother soiourned of purpose to learne what new gallant had wooed her and finting him to bée a yonge gentleman of Biskaye who shortly after by her owne consent was minded to steale her away Dom Roderico so cunningly coyned with Geneuoras Page who wholy knew his mystresse secretes that he certainly learned the night of these louers departure The same night accompanied with ix or x. Gentlemen his cōpanions and friends he laye in waite for this Biskayne louer his Lady who about x. or a xi of the clocke only accompanied with two or thrée gentlemen his companions came merely on their way Roderico so soone as he saw the instrument of Dom Diegos miserie set spurres vnto his horse with speare in Rest so rudely welcomed this Biskayne that for all his coate of plate hée pearst through both his sides The souldiers of this amorous captaine séeing their maister thus infortunately slaine and waying their vnable force to incounter with Dom Rodericos cōpany saued thēselues by flight left woofull

now with soaking sighes to one I sue for grace Whose presence when I do approch she st●aight doth shunne the place My sight my sighes my teares nor truth Her stoanie heart can moue to ruth Yet loue that liues by hope a fresh enforsed mée to proue With pen to pleade what bashfull tongue dismayed was to moue But loe in vaine to her I write For loue my guerdon is despight I serue a froward saint a Tigers whelpe I ●roe Shée smiles to sée mée wade in smart her wish my wretched woe And yet in truth shée blamelesse is My onely fault inforceth this She is but instrument my selfe the very cause Why I consume with cureles griefe for scorning Cupids lawes Wherefore sith loue is sworne my foe Diuorce mée death from lingring woe And then for others héede this sillie boune I craue That I vppon my timelesse tombe this Epitaphe may haue The thing that causde mee here to lie Was scorning loue at libertie Epilogus FOr wantons héede héere wrayed is the thrall Of louing wormes how both they fréese and frie How swéetest thoughtes are sawst with bitter gall How care them cloyes that liue in ielousie What yll successe stolne marriages ensue How forst consentes ●ield beare a louing hart How sugred woordes to late faire Ladies rue How vaine they striue that louers séeke to part How enuious tongues are apt to sowe debate How fancie bringes the stoutest mindes in awe How louers wrongde from loue do fall to hate How ramping rigges regard no modest lawe How lingring loue doth oft mislyking moue How gallants giftes fond women oft allure How pride ease preferre mens thoughtes to loue How lawlesse lust all mischiefe puts in vre How scorneful dames the set mens sutes at nought Of such as seru'd are glad to séeke reliefe How louing thralles from setters frée are taught To shunne the snares that snarled them in griefe And to conclude in euery Page is wrayde A lightning ioy a life of lacke is loue Who loueth least which proues is best appaide For womens mindes as wether cockes will moue Wherefore these toyes who liste to read aright Shall finde Loues woes not how to loue I write FINIS The Arbour of Vertue A VVORKE CONTEIning the chaste and honourable life of a Bohemian Ladie to the which is adioyned the complaint of two Hungarian Barons that wagerd the spoile of her Chastitie ¶ VVherein are the seuerall prayses of certaine English Ladies and Gentlewomen being the translation collection and inuention of George Whetstons Gent. Formae nulla fides To the right Honourable and vertuous Lady Iana Sibilla Greye now of Wilton George Whetstons wisheth a longe and happie life RIght honourable and vertuous Ladie I find that our chiefest and greatest incouragement vnto vertue is to heare the memorie of the vertuous continued with the carefull reportes of worthy writers for that such testimonie is both a president for our liues and also foreshewes after death our fames Likewise it as necessarie to register the liues of the leaude that the terror of their punishments and infamie may feare vs to offend So that moued with these consideraetions among a number my leasurable labours I haue faithfully though not curiously translated the modest and noble life of a Boemian Lady with the fall of two Hungarian barons which vnaduisedly wagered the spoyle of her chastitie Which simple toyle of mine as a testimonie of the reuerent dutie I owe vnto you vnder the title of the Arbor of Vertue I humbly present to your Ladiship to the intent that when you are wearied with the dispatch of necessarie cares and causes you may recreate your honourable minde with the mylde report of this Ladies good behauiours Wholy assured that as you liuely present her vertues you wil likewise both defend her fame and my honest indeuour with the countenaunce of your regarded name From my lodging in Holborne the .15 of October 1576. Your honours during life to dispose George Wh●tstors The Argument of the following discourse of Lady Barbaraes vertuous behauiours A Boemian knight named Vlrico married a vertuous Lady called Barbara Vlrico being a little nipt with pouertie woulde faine haue supplyed his want by seruice in the warres which aduenture he long delayed through the i●alous suspicion of his wiues behauiour notwithstanding his imaginations quieted by the direction of a cunning Negromancer named Pollacco hee craued intertainment of the king of Hungarie the king vouchsafing his request imployed him in the warres against the Turke the warres ended Vlrico laden with honour returned vnto the kings court where one day the Lord Alberto the Lord Vdislao and he reasoned of womens behauiours The Hungarian barons helde opinion there was no woman so chaste but might be won to wantonnesse Vlrico in his Ladies behalfe reasoned to the contrarie In the end they grewe into this heate of argument that both the Lordes wagered their landes to his that if he durst abyde the triall that the one of them within two monethes woulde obtaine bodily delight with his wife Vlrico accepted of their lay the wager beeing set downe in writing the King and Queene were both witnesses of the match Alberto gaue the first aduenture in these louing affaires to winne her to wantonnesse The Lady finding his humour by policies as a theefe that sought to rob her honour caused him to be imprisoned where to bridle his wanton affections she made him to spin for his victuals Alberto in hope of libertie discouered to the Lady the whole wager and how that the Lord Vdislao would come about that enterprise who in very deede shortly visited her castle whome she likewise made foorth comming and in penaunce of his offence hee reelde the thread Alberto spon the King and Queene hearing of their successe had the Lady in high estimation awarded Vlrico the lande and banished the barons for their slaunderous opinion The Arbour of Vertue AS supreme head of Hungarie a king there whilcome reign'd Coruinus hight whose worthy force a worlde of praises gain'd What law iustice once had made throgh rule he neuer broke He cherisht friendes he chast his foes with many a sturdy stroke Ymou'd through zeale with clattering armes he stoupt S. Mahomes pride The Turkish crue from Christian boundes he chast on euery side This noble prince vnto his spouse a gallant Lady chusde A matrone in her mayden yeres such modestie she vsde By whom she had thrée valliant sonnes thrée vertuous daughters eake Which worthy ympes in wisdomes lore did liue without their like Besides with haps to heape his ioyes his subiectes gréede so well That foes could finde no hollowe hearts against him to rebell As vassell to which noble king there was a Boeme knight A valiant and a ventrous Lord Vlrico was he hight In prime of force he plyde the warres his parents purse to ease His parents dead he home returnd his tenants pence to fease But small was left to pray

s●ooteth home Such is their force where credite beareth sway A perfect tale although the wronged tell Their thwarting speach what they mislike will stay The wronged wight with wrath may haply swell And pleades a fresh though not so passing well Then sausie knaue how ma●lapeart hée is Away go packe your purpose you shall mis. But if the sot which in their fauour stand Do slammer forth a patched tale of lyes Their helping speach will force him vnderstand The way and meanes afresh for to deuise To frame his talke from shew of trueth to rise A vertue straunge their wordes can bring to passe That fooles séeme wise the wise in shew an Asse UUhat fréer life then others to commaund UUhat happier state then for to liue in rest What greater wealth then what a man demaund UUhat credite like the countnaunce of the best For thralles it were a heauen to reach the left But they aloft whom vertue doth aduaunce If more may bée inioy more happie chaunce UUho will not then both séeke and double séeke To reach this hap with hazard at the first The foreward wight though fortune giue the gléeke A fresh will toyle till that his har● doth burst ▪ If still shée frowne in faith the man is curst A fall saith he who recketh such a losse An asse shall ride and no hie sturring horsse For proofe againe the huge and mightie oke UUhose withered roote from falling cannot stay But downe hee comes by sturdie Boreas stroke His fall god wot doth crush the vnder spray Euen so it fares with those that beareth sway If by mishap they wrapped be in thrall The poore doth beare the burthen of their fall For where as mindes by mischiefe rais●e too hie Sedition sowe their natiue soil● to wring UUhen Princes might doth make such rebels flie The leaders chiefe well horst away do fling UUhen pesaunts stay and Sursum corde sing They sue for grace safe in anothers land When toyling thralles are trussed out of hand If in abuse of both their states be best Although the best in faith is very bad Deseruing well they are farre better blest They roist in silkes whē clownes in raggs are clad They haue their will and what can more be had Who will not then how so sly hap saith nay Séeke out this chaunce if vertue sayes hée may ¶ An Epitaphe on the death of the right worshipful maister Robert Wingfield of Vpton in the countie of Northampton Esquier TO shewe their cause of dole whom Wingfields death doth pearse Good muse take thou a little paine his vertues to rehearse Hée wel was knowne to spring from house of auncient name Yea leaue his Armes and blase his actes and you shall sée the same His zeale to serue his God his care to saue his soule His stoute contempt of Romish ragges their taxe their tyth and toule The Gospell that hée lou'd his life that showde no lesse Bare witnesse that in words and workes the trueth he did professe Beléeue his blessings else which hée receyu'd from hie The first long life in happie health till age inforst him die And then this comfort swéete to frée his age from feares Hée sawe his children liue and like in credite many yeares Sufficient wealth hée had ynough hée thought a feast Hée had ynough hée spent ynough and with ynough deceast His credite with his Prince continued from his youth A sight most rare in office plast hée trust returnde with trueth Full fiftie yeares and twoe a Iustice place hee vsde For common peace and profite both hée séeldome paynes refusde Hée wéeded wronges from right by law and not by ame Hee kept this course to helpe the poore the lewd againe to blame His life vpright and iust hée ioyde in no mans thrall His dealings were both lou'd and likt among his neighbours all His bountie at his bord his store for euery sort The hie the lowe the riche the po●re wrought him a rare report And thus long time hée liu'de in credite and in loue Till death to worke his ioy our griefe his force began to proue But yet hée sicknes sent for to forewarne him first Whose honest minde whose conscience cleare straight bade him doe his worst And so with hope of heauen vnto the graue hee vailde Of which hée glad his friendes as sad if sorrowe ought preuailde Viuit post funera virtus ¶ An Epitaphe on the death of the right worshipfull maister Iohn Ayleworth Esquier IF men may waile their losse that death hath ridde from woe Then giue mée leaue to wéepe my fill my sorrowes so to showe And though to bathe in teares small botes now hée is gone Yet none can leaue so firme a friend and showe no signe of mone When brainesicke I a bruse with ouer brauery caught Hée first did cure my néede with coyne then soundly thus mée taught Bée stayde for rowling stones do sildome gather mosse I tryde his ayde I likt his wordes and still shall rue his losse His losse not I alone but thousands more lament His children friends seruaunts poore with brackish teares are sprent But Oh you fillie poore whom néede doth nip and pearce With hart with hand with might maine your heapes of woe rehearse Crye out of cruell death for reauing your reliefe You are the wightes that haue God wott the greatest cause of griefe When hunger faintes your heartes when you with cold shall frease The lacke of Ayleworths foode and fire your starued limms to ease When might would marre your right his counsell sound and sure His open purse to pleade your cause the paines hée but in vre When you poore soules shall misse with him that was your stay Then shall your griefes appeare as gréene as hée had dyde to day These were his fruites of faith these almes hée did of zeale Hee wayde no showe his woordes in workes the Gospell did reueale EXHORTATIO O life of much auaile O worldlings it insue So shall you not be ledde by gold but gold be rulde by you So shall you kéepe him bright that mouldeth in your chest So shall the world speake well of you your conscience so in rest The swéetest ioyes of all though death your farewell giue So so your soules with his in heauen your fames on earth shal liue ¶ An Epitaphe in the order of an admonition written on the death of his verie friend Iohn Note of Grayes Inne Gent. Vntimely flaine the 2. of Nouember 1575. WIth teares in thought imprint both frem and knowen frende Thrée speciall notes of much auaile by Notes vntimely ende 1. Note first his honest life of euery sort was lou'd Learned hée was and vertuous both his manhoode throughly prou'd A gallant witte hee had the which hée gouernde so As did content all sortes of men when cause the vse did show Hée had both health and wealth his fortune was to hard And yet in spite of froward chaunce Fame shall his vertues gard 2. His life would followed bée

more hast then néedes resortes Both hie and lowe the riche and poore of name Pro et contra for pence at euery barre In right and wronge the lawyers were at iarre In faith quoth I these men deserueth praise For Iustice cause which thus imployes their paine But I to hie a note their names did raise In right or wrong they still did gape for gaine And as I walkt I saw one wrapt in woe Which much complainde of matter de post facto Speake English man what meanes these words quoth I Oh syr hee said a quillet in the lawe Alas it is which makes mée howle and crie And looking backe another man I sawe Of whom I askt why hée did looke so glum Hée plagued was with plées of non est factum I smyling then to heare the clownish drone By néede inforst to talke hée wist not what But as I learnd the cause of all his mone More pittie sure a lawyers friend how that To pay him pence did enter into band The which hée seald and liuered with his hand But after catcht by craft the selfe same bill The former seale he falslie toke away An other seald the same which he did spill And vnsuspect the bond there downe did lay Which forfet once in law they fall at iarre The seale was off was pleaded then in barre There might I sée releasses finely framde Prouided yet that if such thinges were done Which latter wordes by former force were lamde Who so releast a faire thred then hée spunne With thousand toyes which I do here omitt Did cousening Craft within his capcase knitt I lately feard to sée the fearelesse blowes The proud attempes assayd by desperate men Here rouled bookes my manhoode ouer throwes I durst not bide the truncheon of a pen Yet well I markt how mercie bared sway The conquerd wightes were prisoners sent away But for this grace their raunsome sure was great The gaylor fléest the lawyer had a share If pence were spent cold yrons made him sweate Hard beds well payde poore chéere was costly fare Agréeued much extortion bare such sway To patience I mée thought these words did say Can cousening shiftes thus conscience foyle in sight Where is no right may hellhoundes thus extort Shall periurie condemne the guiltlesse wight And may it bee subor●ing should support The lewde in lies when grace is not their stay Can Iustice rule a right with parciall sway Content thy selfe quoth patience then to mée Good lawes are made to punish their amisse But pence their wronge doth couler oft wée sée And want doth ware the poore mans right I wisse And thus thou séest presented to thy sight The prouerbe old how might doth maister right Then out wée goe I glad to leaue this hell But soone wée shipt into as hard a vaine Where Usurie with bagges of gold did swell Who much complainde of penall statutes paine And ioynde with craft the same for to preuent Now this now that the myser doth inuent On casuall chaunce I may my monie lend Yet hassard small shall happen by my marte If I my wife my seruaunt child or friend Do goe to Powles and home againe reuert Then twentie in the hundred you shall pay This gaine is small forsooth doth Holdfast say Collusion then did catch him by the backe And feasde his pence which songe loth to depart To leuey mends the harmles went to wracke Thus salued was his sore by others smart Couetousnes went myching vpp and downe His iacket pilde and threadbare was his gowne But banckrowte sure did braue it with the best His cape of cloth with veluet linde within His hoase of silke with stitches straunglie drest More cost hée said more worship did him win But well I markt how soone this pride decayd his héeles he tooke when debtes should be defrayd Some kept their house and durst not shewe their face Some were betrayde and came in cutthrotes handes Then plees of néede did purchase litle grace Past starting now they tyde in Darbyes bandes In prison vile of force must lye and rott Till they haue paid their debt and cost God wott Then forth wée goe into a paltrie towne Where vnderprops eche stagering house did stay I chaunste to méete a sillie countrie clowne Of whom I askt what wrought their townes decay Who aunswerd straight your mast●ips honour sees Yond goodly place that pluckt vs on our knées Yond stately walles our chiefest stones did steale UUhich were the stay vnto our féeble farmes For want of strength then did our houses reale And worse then that to worke our greater harmes Inclosures great so in our commons créepe UUhere kine wée kept wée scase can kéepe a shéepe Yet racked rentes increase our landlords gaine UUée moile wée toile wée worke both morne and Euen Our landlords reape reward for all our paine To pay our rentes and make the world euen Doe what wee can wée compasse very hard UUith farmers now the wonted world is mard UUhen hée did raise besides his Landlords rent Old gold good store to serue him at his néede The cribel loafe about his bord then went Salt béefe good souce their hungrie mawes did féede A stand of ale hée euer had in store UUell come gossipe a cruse of ale to the dore Then droyling Dicke and toyling Tom did sturre To mucke his ground to make a fatter croppe To serue his hogges poore Madge his maide did spurre For winters cold he hedge rowes large might loppe To ride abroade he seeldome lackt a mare And in this sort the fermers life did ware But now god wott our rentes we hardly pay To barlie crustes is turnde our cribel bread Where béefe brawne souce our hungers did allay On cruddes and chéese wée hungerly do féede A pecke of malte doth make him ale good store Wellcome gossip no drinke now to the dore Where Hicke and Tom his boyes about did moyle He delues hée digges he labours for his hire And Ioane his wife perforce herselfe doth droyle In steede of woode now pestrow makes good fire Where earst hée ridde abroade vppon his nagge For falling now on tenne toes hee doth lagge Thus Iohn Adroynes did wray the farmers woe And I mée thought did pittie much their want Quoth patience then now time doth serue to showe The cause why care thy heauie hart doth haunt Thou sayest thy want is weade with others wealth Thy harmes are payste with weighes of others health Good reason why thou viewdst in courtiers trade Both good and bad a like did gaine expecte A like not so ▪ the good by vertuous ayde The bad did s●●ke by traynes of false suspect The best to throw from grace despite to spell Whilst they by craft did catch such crummes as fell How hypocrites with shew of honest life In fauour créepes when goodmen be disdainde How souldiers winne the field with bloudy knife When cowards filch which their aduenture gainde How cutthrotes thriue where conscience beares no sway When simple men with want are

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