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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

that then did lowre Controwld and scornde who thousands did commaunde Once craue and haue denyde now eche demaunde My lothsome couche presenteth to my vewe My beds of doune with thought of swéete delights Thus day and night my wilfull harme I rewe Ech thought of grace my conscience guilt affrights Yet loth to die against repentaunce fightes Till due desert by lawe and Iustice lead Did dome my misse with tosse of my poore head The which in place I ready am to pay Acknowledging my faultes before you all God graunt my life with such effect you way As you may be forewarned by my fall Of lawlesse loue the end is bitter gall I now haue sayd and for their witnesse crye How so I liude I do repentant dye The Argument for Cressids complaint THE inconstancie of Cressid is so readie in euery mans mouth as it is a needelesse labour to blase at full her abuse towardes yong Troilus her frowning on Syr Diomede her wanton lures and loue neuerthelesse her companie scorned of thousandes sometimes sought her beggerie after brauerie her lothsome leprosie after liuely beautie her wretched age after wanton youth and her perpetuall infamie after violent death are worthy notes for others heede to be remembred And for as much as Cressids heires in euery corner liue yea more cunning then Cressid her selfe in wanton exercises toyes and inticements to forewarne all men of such filthes to persuade the infected to fall from their follies to rayse a feare in dames vntainted to offend I haue reported the subtile sleites the leaud life and euill fortunes of a Courtisane in Cressid name whom you may suppose in tattered weedes halfe hungerstarued miserably arrayde with scabs leprosie and mayngie to complaine as followeth Cressids complaint YOu ramping gyrles which rage with wanton lust Beholde in me the bitter bloumes of chaunge Forworne with woe who wallowes in the dust And lepre like is double mayld with maynge For my desart this fortune is not straunge Disdaine my life but listen to my mone Without good héede the hap may be your owne Though now I am anoynted with annoy My hyde bepatcht with scabs of sundry hewe I sometime was the star of stately Troy With beautie blist my venes as Azures blewe No fault in me but that I was vntrue In Priams court who did not Cressid like In lue of loue who gaue she not the gleake Where I was lou'd I séemed alwayes straunge Where litle waide I won with gleames of grace My gadding mynd had such delight in chaunge As seldome twice the best I did imbrace And once beguild with beautie of my face With ebbes of griefe did fall his flouds of ioy He su'd and seru'd but Cressid then was coy I did intice king Priams sonnes to loue And did repine the poorest should go frée My thralls for grace a thousand wayes did proue On whom I smyld a happie man was he The wisest wits were thus bewitcht by me But as the hawke in mewe at randome liues Yet diet kéepes her gorge as seldome greues So I that liude with store of foode at large When hunger pincht on lustie youthes I prayd If boystrous lads my gorge did ouercharge For tyring meate the deintie boyes were wayde Thus with a meane my prime of pride was staide Then was I faire my traine with oyle was strickt My feathers freshe were dayly prunde and prickt No toy no gaude ne straunge deuise I sée Though not the first the same I second had Glad was the youth that fastned ought on me Of braue array in chaunge I still was clad My cost to sée the courtly dames were mad They did repine the péeres should Cressid loue When rascals scarce to them did liking moue Such fancies straunge were figurd in my face As few there were but my good will did moue I traind them on with outward shew of grace My garter one another had my gloue My colours all did weare in fine of loue But where in hart I lou'd and liked best He euer wore the spoyle of all the rest Syr Diomede got both brooch and belt of cost The which in right to Troilus belongs An eyesore sure to him that lou'd me most Who might repine but not reuenge his wrongs Least notes of hope were turnd to desperate songs The rest did loue as courtiers do in showe But he good soule did pine away with woe Yet cruell I did smile to sée his smart Who somtime warmd his woes with slender hap Which fréesd againe with frownings ouerthwart And when with ioy he pratled in my lap With péeuish speach I would his pleasures snap For wronging whom the Troians did me paint In hart a fiend in face and forme a Saint Then iudge you may my beautie bare great sway Which thus inthrawld by loue a Princes sonne My state no lesse that durst his sutes denay A world it was to heare what praise I wonne A wonder more how soone my pride was donne My forme did fade my beautie prou'd a blase Or as a toy which forced fooles to gase Declining yet I had a present shift A painted face did please a gasinge eye But surfled stuffe prou'd no induring drift My slibber sauce when wanton girles espie With open mouth the same in court they cry Poore Cressid then no sooner came in place But fortie frumpes were framed by her face Some said that I a passing picture drue Some would haue drawen the figure of a sot The crabtréeface would haue mée mend his hue Some in my chéeke did faine to cleare a spot And all to rub my starche away godwot If messellike my painting so they pilde They smylde and said my silke no colour hilde My selfe did laugh to sée my painting clearde The straung defects that withered age did bring A horseface then a tawnie hyde appearde A wrinkled mumpes a foule mishapen thing A sea of hate where liuely loue did spring Thus beauties beames to clowdes of scorne to chaunge So soone mée thought was sure a myrrour straunge Yet so I preast amid the Courtly crew Who once espyde a fresh the sport begon Some said I lookt now of a passing hew A scarfe some cryde to kéepe goodface from sunne Thus was I scornd when youthful pride was don Some wild me learne anew my A.B.C. With backward reade from H. to skip to B. But as the Hawke to gad which knowes the way Will hardly leaue to cheake at carren crowes If long vnserude she waites and wants her pray Or as the horse in whom disorder growes His iadish trickes againe wil hardly loose So they in youth which Venus ioyes do proue In drouping age Syr Chaucers iestes will loue My self for profe whē wanton yeres were worne When lookes could yeald no loue but lothsome hate When in my face appeard the forme of scorne Whē lust for shame with me might sound debate Although I did turne tayle to foules of state At vauntage yet with baser byrdes I met On kytes I

But now to you which haue both charge and sway You must be braue for fame and credite sake Yet must you pinch no souldier of his pay Lest nipt with néede poore slaue his héeles hée take In heate of blowes before his head doth ake What then well kept a few will do more good Then store of lowtes which feare to loose their blood 56 Dead payes will helpe to chéerish all the rest And likewise you shall finde therein some gaine And when to filch your souldiers are addrest Fléese you their pray thē chide them for their paine For stragling out from resdue of their traine Ne spare to spoile when force doth foile your foe Take time and tide least fortune play the shroe 57 The lawyer hée w doubtes that dulls his braine For tenne yeares space his time in studie spends Ere practise his doth purchase stoare of gaine Too long a plague so long to fawne on friends And spend on stoare in hope of after mends And therefore sure deceite deserues no curse For working meanes meane while to fill his purse 58 And yet in ●ooth a grote will buy his gift A booke of notes remembraunce t' is to ease Wherein is writ full many a prettie shift Post facto stuf and Non est factum please By larger grauntes the lease away to fease Conditioned releases how to frame By former wordes the latter for to lame 59 Such quillets nyce when thus you noted haue Some practise néedes must print them in your thought Set such at Lawe in wordes as late but straue And when they both in backhouse ditch are brought To poule them both let some deuise be wrought Forget not this when writings hit your hand If youthes them owe with doubtes to lame his land 60 With hope of gaine his gréedy minde else moue To voyde some graunt or worke some leases wracke A lease of trust then must the title proue At leasure yet this timelesse trust turne backe Your interest small his greatest right will sacke For once in proofe this prouerbe still doth last A little lyme A foule will fetter fast 61 Physicians now that weyes how weake wée are Newe cures must search our griefes are now so straunge Old Gallens drugges our time vnfitteth farre Augmented then his cures abroade must raunge For healthlesse men on euery hope will chaunge But once reteynde be sure thou vse this course Another blame although thy selfe be worse 62 Sée your receites some lightning yéeld at first To worke conceites within your patients thought Persuade him still his paine is at the worst Yet heale and harme till wished gaine be wrought But for the poore sée some reléefe be sought And for your paines let rich men gréeued pay No cure performde your custome will decay 63 But now to you whom office doth aduaunce For your behoofe I forst imploy my paine You come deuaunt vppon a sorrie chaunce Yea stocke you set vppon a tickle maine Durant levie no longer lastes your gaine And ere you sway some thousand poundes must fle● Which is not raysde in hast vppon your fée 64 In tenne yeares space fiue hundred markes a yeare Unto his heire who purchase not to leaue Shall sure be blamde of mysers euery where If truth cause lacke most say the rest deceaue If all be false few will such faultes conceiue Once wronge you must a thousand for this gaine How voyde you then the penall statutes paine 65 You are forbid inroulements for to rase To fit your friend or foile your hated foe To saue old seales to giue forg'd writtes their grace To chaunge records a frendly turne to showe For once you may both helpe and ouerthrowe Yet vse you must both meanes by slie deuise But frosted bée for feare of slippery yse 66 Prouide a cloake to couler stil your crime Then worke your will Apollo oft doth fléepe But if your wyles do come to light in time To salue such misse some carelesse seruaunt kéepe Plague him with blame when you the profite reape What if sharpe checkes do put you in some feare The gaine remaines the tauntes in time doth weare 67 Mas gaylor néedes must taste of this my gift Extortion cryes against his yron fées What then in hould this is your onely shift With shackles huge your prisoners to displease Thus pincht good soules they will pay pray and please Pence poucht ne dreade although they stoutly crake To vse redresse poore prisoners vnde lacke 68 Now gallants learne whom brauery still consumes To royst in silkes to flaunt in coulers gay To pranke your wiues vp in their Pecockes plumes To snuffe to scorne to looke beyond your sway To finde a mint to féede your mindes with play To hauke to hunt to boast to braule and fight Which are the thoughtes that féede you with delight 69 This cost is more then carelesse youthes forethinke But cost ne care their hautie mindes can vaile Syth not sée ●ines your farmers Eofers shrinke Of timber trées then strike the loftie saile The bodies next will serue for bord and pale If all these helpes your charge will not defraye But still your names in merchauntes iornalls staye 70 To flote your mindes if house and land must flée To two or thrée the same giue graunt and sell Caue emptor to thy assuraunce sée Hap well hap ill some spéedeth pretie well The rest must take their fortune as it fell Shift you for one the world to fraude is bent Coyne stayes your friend when fléering wordes are spent 71 Come merchaunts come and take in worth my gift Whose Lynxes eyes in younge mens state doe prie Their losse your gaine their spending is your thrift They broche your bagges till all their lyuing flie But holla hoe a bug is Usurie Hée houldes you backe from thrée times tenne to take On morgage good least no returne you make 72 What resteth then your coyne will rust saunce vse And statute loane cannot content your thought Well fare a shift both lawe and them t' abuse You know in prime each thing is easily wrought The dog to draw the horse to order brought The skillesse youth is wonne with euery gaude The reason is his thought is frée from fraude 73 To worke this feate sée that you vse this course When dolefull knell doth bidde a churle adue Send streight to know on whom death vsd this force Not to this end your neighbours fate to rue But of his heire in hast so 〈◊〉 a ●ew If hée be younge well left and easily wonne To feede his dame ▪ sée wordes and workes be donne 74 Some prettie summe on small assuraunce lend If youth be slowe at leasure bid him pay Some times bestowe good counsell as his friend But helpe him to ech toy to make him gay To pay for all at length will come a day By péecemeales thus in lash hée wil be brought In daunger once let this deuise be wrought 75 Get some

hate although 〈◊〉 heart do loue Yea farre from wish our woordes must menace mone And yet this shew of force must néedes séeme straunge Unto vs both twéene whome was neuer strife But let it helpe I neuer meane to chaunge But kéepe my vowe vnfallsed as my life These simple shiftes wée silly wenches worke To quenche or coole our ielous friends suspect Whose Lynxes eyes in euery corner lurcke To tric and spoy what worketh our defect Thus farewell friend I wil be short with thée Thou knowest my loue in darkest cloudes will shine And though in show my woordes from woorkes agrée Yet thinke I am and euer wil be thine ¶ The reiected louer with earnest desire pursues the sight of his disdainfull Mystresse THe dampe of do●le hath chaoked my delight Sharpe frumpes 〈◊〉 frostes doth nip my silly ioy My glymering grace is darkned with despight Yea sullen thoughtes my souereigne so accoy As mistes of scorne still falleth on my faith My cleare conceiptes are clowded oore with care And yet my heart aye mée no power hath To shunne the storme that sheweth all this scare O straunge effectes of blinde affected loue To haunt the yll whereby our mischiefes moue Much like the flye that buzzeth by the flame And makes a sport to sée the candle light Till she vnwares be sindged in the same And so with death doth buy her fond delight Or as the mouse that frisketh by the trap At length is mou'd to medle with the bayt Which weaues God wot the web of her mishap The bridge doth fal and she is baind with weight Such swéete conceits inticing sorrowes bréede To sterue with woe when ioy makes fare to féede With which effectes I finde my fancies witcht I féele the flame yet can not shun the fire Th' inticing trap I sée on treason pitcht And yet the bayte to byte I haue desire But O yll hap to worke my harmes increase Both mischiefes want the forerecyted force I finde no death ▪ my sorrowes to appease And so my state then other misers worse But sure my fault or fate ordaines it so And therfore I do take in worth this woe A Gentlewoman falsely deceiued with faire wordes forsweareth hereafter to be wonne with flattering promises GIue me my worke that I may sit and sowe And so escape the traines of trustlesse men I finde too true by witnesse of my woe How the faire wordes with faithles works they blen Much Syren like with swéete inticing call We sillie dames to witch and wrap in thrall O cruell friend whose false of faith I rue Thou forcest me to count all men vniust For if that vowor othe might make one true Thou vsedst such as well might force to trust But I betrayd by too farre trusting thée Wil hencefoorth take faire words euen as they be I will be deafe though thousands sue for grace My sight as dym if lights in silence plead Salt teares no oath within my hart shall place For this shall be my song and dayly reade Poore I that liu'd in thraldome linckt of yore Vnbound at length will learne to loue no more The pitious complaint of Medea forsaken of Iason liuely bewraying the slipperie hold in sugred words A Mid the desart woods I rue and shew my fate Exild O wretch frō courtly ioyes bereft of princes state O loue from whence these plagues procéede For seruice true is this thy méede What vaileth now my skil or sight in Magiches lore May charmed hearbs suffice to help or cure my festred sore A salue I shapt for others smart My selfe to ayde I want the Arte. I made the wayward Moone against the Sunne to striue And gastly ghostes from burial graues ful oft I did reuiue To counterchaunge the same with death In flowre of youth some yealded breath What future harmes insude I shewd to other wights And wanted skil for to preuent my present pensiue plights Why did I leaue my natiue soyle In forreine land to haue the foyle Thy loue O Iason false to winne I sparde no paine Although Medeas loyaltie be guerdoned with disdaine The goulden fléece thou wert to blame To beare away I wonne the same But lordly lookes full oft and slippry seruice eke To harmelesse Ladies haue béene vowde to catch the suters séeke And then depart from plighted othe Their sugred woordes yéelde sealdome trothe Where be the carelesse vowes feareles othes thou sweare Whē I imbarkt frō Colches coast the mountaine waues did teare Where is thy faith for goulden fléece To crowne mée Quéene of famous Greece Might not thy traytrous mind in lue of friendships lore Forsake me wretch among my friends but that with saile and ore Thou me conuaydst to place vnknowne Amonge wyld beastes to make my moue Who gainst their sauage kinde do worke me wretch no yll But séemes for to lament my case or else the Gods y will. My lothed life should lengthned bée To guerdon my iniquitie ¶ The forsaken louer pretilie nippeth his Ladies inconstancie for that as he thought shee matched with his baser in accompt wherein coulerablie he discouereth both their names THe Gallie slaue which stil● doth stirre the ore If haplie hée his wished hauen espies With restlesse toile doth plie to be on shore Haile in a maine my mates hée chéerely cries But when with rough repulse from blissefull bay Hée is inforst on seas againe to stray Unhappie wight then drownde in déepe despaire Powres forth his plaintes with flouds of brackish teares ▪ With whome I now do claime a partie share ● Imbarkt in hope where will the stearne did wylde Thy faith was guide which falsed me beguylde My sailes of sighes my tackle framde of trust With blisse and bale thus armed was my barke Now vaunst on high now throwne downe to the dust Now fraught with ioy now forst to care and carke Yet quiet calme at length of friendships lore Did séeme to guide my shiuered ship to shore And entring in the narrowe brooke of blisse Triumph quoth I dame Fortune hath the foyle The mends is made that quiteth euery misse Aduentrous boy now reape thy fruits of toyle But trust to top of Fortunes fickle whéele Thy faith did slide and I began to réele For bitter blastes of rage and déepe disdaine My ankers lost my ship so sore they shooke That I againe was glad broad seas to gaine To scape the flats within thy blisselesse brooke And whilste in hope I winde and weather waite A baggish banke I sawe to passe thy straight Agrieud wherat through hate I houng the lip And sayd too true that waues and women grée Which saues the boate and spoiles the gallant ship So Ladies loue lightes oft in base degrée And then I vow'd from which I will not swarue To haunt you both no more then néede shal serue The louer attributeth his curelesse wound to chaunce by louing long LOng haue I lost my libertie Alas through loue long haue I so Long haue I stoode in ieopardie In louing

too and fro Beares witnesse of their paine Their sowre sitting in secrete nookes When others laugh their lowring lookes Declares them caught in Cupides hookes And fare as men forlorne Their often making of their mone Their solemne sitting all alone In places secrete and vnknowne Still cursing they were borne Are tokens true the Peet sayth To whome these Turtles vowe their faith If fayning we may trust Certes these torments all men gréeue And therefore sure I do beléeue Their sayings to be iust Wherfore to guerdon loyall loue My deare such fancies from you moue As Enuie late did faine For truly I protest to you The heauens shall fall ere I vntrue My loyaltie will staine And time I trust will so prouide When eluish Enuie shall her hide From bale to blisse truth shall vs hide To top of Fortunes whéele Where we to banishe fell annoy Stil liue repleate with blissefull ioy Still lauding of the blinded boy Whose force we oft did féele Till time obtaines that happy day Let no conceite your mynd affray In iudging me vntrue Which blessed houre shall hap with spéede Or else my will shall want his méede And thus swéete wench adue The infortunate louer determineth rather desperately to end his sorrowes then to proroge them with bootelesse hope THe trayterous mate by law adiudg'd to dye If feare of death should worke this foule effect In hope Saunce hap his secrete to escrye Or slaunder forge to peach the vnsuspect Proroging thus his life by dallying death Besides his gilt with shame shuld stop his breath In desperate frayes where raunsome is denyde Base were the minde in hope of grace to yeald Whose courage else might daūt his enimies pride And so by force with fame to win the field For where our wrong doth worke our ouerthrow In vaine we hope to weare away our woe And why shuld I with hope persuade my thought To bath in blisse past bondes of my desart For my base hap my loue to high is sought Whom fauour none but frownings ouerthwart Alas can reape at my swéete maistresse hands I loue she hates and thus my fortune stands With withered woe my life I weare away Where often I heare thundring in my thought Through loue of her my friendes and foes to say Upon my selfe I wilfull murther wrought Then sith my death this strange report shal shape In vaine for grace till later gaspe I gape Nay wretche diuorce delayes from wished death Cut through the thred which care cōsumes to slowe Thy mounting mind despiseth seruile breath And canst thou yeald to fortunes ouerthrowe Thy dome is death by Ladies scorne decréed Néeds most thou dye then best to dye with spéede Some friend wil write on my vntimely tumbe With faithfull zeale I so my Goddesse seru'd My life my loue my liuing all and some I reaft and left before my fancie sweru'd And when my suit her mou'd to angry moode To worke amends I sacrifisde my bloud Verses of complaint deuised for a well meaning louer to moue his maistresse to pitie NOw cease good Lady cease to weaue my further woe Where scorne hath worne my ioyes to eb let pitie force them flowe To you I sue and serue to you I waile and wéepe For you my restlesse eyes doth watch when other men do sléepe To you my sighes I send which makes my heart to bléede For you my teares like Tiber streames from dazeled eyes procéede No wealth I do enioy but that I wish you part No griefe doth gaule your daintie minde but I do ease your smart To rowle in bagges of golde in choise I would detest In faith for to inioy your loue and harbour where you rest If you I might inioy I now forworne with woe To former ioyes would be restorde in spite of him sayes noe No torment then should vexe or nippe my heauie hart All gulfes of griefe shall soone be damde which drownes my ioyes in smart Of age I should triumphe and death I would defie And fortunes force I could withstand for all her crueltie In you to saue or spill in you to make or marre In you it restes to end my woes or cause my further care Twixt life and death I stand twixt hope and déepe despaire Till louing lines for pyning woe returnes a luckie share The complaint of a gentlewoman being with child falsely forsaken WHat gulfes of griefe may well receiue The teares which I in vaine do spend What faithlesse wight durst once deceiue By falsehoode foule so firme a friend With lose who wrayes how well shée lou'de When choise for chaunge his fancie moude Though reason would I should refraine His blame my shame for to bewray Good Ladies yet my pinching paine Inioynes mée here the truth to say Whose wretched plight and pensiue state Surmounteth farre Quéene Didoes fate What meanst thou wretch from ioy exilde To yeald vnto his fained teares With carelesse vowes why wert begilde And fearelesse othes the traytor sweares Ere nuptial rites whie didst thou trust His faith and yéelde vnto his lust Thou Iason false by periurde flight Thou Theseus thefte decypherest plaine I Dido wretch thou Troyan knight Here equall griefes in breast sustaine I iustly say which wordes I rue All men be false and none be true The fruites ysprong by our desire My wealth thou waste might moue thy hart To graunt the rightes which loue require And search a salue to cure my smart But sith thy faith thou doest forgoe Come death and end my wretched woe Yet Ladies all beware by mée To rue swéete woordes of fickle trust My heaped harmes let warning bée How filed talke doth proue vniust And rule your loue by reasons lore Least future plagues you do deplore Against one which wrote a slaunderous libell in dishonour of a Ladie YHacht thou wert in enuies nest Whose murthering tongue might not suffice To woorke a Ladies great vnrest But that with penne thou didst deuise Uile vice to paint in vertues place Her spotlesse life for to disgrace Whose sacred head with wisedome fraught Is guided by Dame Pallas skill Her deintie minde Minerua taught The good to loue to leaue the ill Then may it bée shée doth deserue Report from reasons lore to swerue Noe no thou wretch and Uiper vile From natures lawe which dost rebell The world doth know thy giltie gile In dungeon darcke hence forth now dwell For all men doth thy sight repine From manly actes which doest decline The heauens do frowne with earthly foode Thy carren corpes should nourisht bée Thou onely byrde of Uipers broode And bitter braunch of rankors trée A Harpie for thy filthie factes For God and man abhorres thy actes Unséene henceforth thou caitife couche Thou murtherer vile of others fame How durst thou once presume to touche The honour due vnto her name And make report that Dian chaste Faire Venus knightes in bedde imbraste Allotting to her harmelesse tongue All rusticke speach with Stentors voice Disdayning them whom loue hath stonge For that with

his death forwarnes his friends A note of worth of quarreling that still with mischiefe endes And yet with such abuse I meane not him to tuch But this I say hée prou'd it true by once hée fought to much 3. An other note hée leaues the which to showe I quake His spéeding wound so reft his sense as word hée neuer spake Gods pleasure in the cause I leaue for to dispute Hée knewe his thoughts wée knowe his life then iudge t' were better mute Yet learne you by his fate if you examples feare You haue no charter of your life then best you do prepare Your selues eche houre to die least you be tarde tooke You are here warnd with ouer proofe into your conscience looke Hora mortis incertissima ¶ An Epitaphe on the death of his especiall friend Thomas Cornelius Gent slaine in the Prince of Orenge his seruice in Holland YOu lustie youthes that sometime were his friends Cornelius life here may you liuely reade In spite of death his vertues neuer endes Whose worthie pathes are méete for you to treade At home hée séeld in any quarels fell All sortes hée pleasd hée vsde himselfe so well When Flushing frayes were roung with swéete report Our English youthes post hast them thether hie Where as they found God wot but sorrie sport Farre from the speach that of the gaine did flie With whom in hope who hap did well deserue Away hée goes the Orenge Prince to serue And plaste at length amonge the drunken Dutch Hée quite forgot hée went to fight for pence The marke of fame was that hée sought to touch The which he hit before hée parted thence With slender pay at first hée was content And yet his minde stil with the foremost went. Though harebrainde youthes at such preferment spurne And gape for charge ere they them selues can guide Although hée had of friends to serue his turne Hée l●●t such sute till his desert were tride In all Al-armes to fight hée soone was prest In heate of blowes as forward as the best That hée vnsawe syld skirmishes there were Such paines hée tooke to scale the fort of fame The coine hée had ▪ hée grudged not to share For their reliefe that sickly were or lame Of euery sort thus wonne hée worthie praise From best to worst that seru'd in Holland fraies Two yeares and more hée tasted souldiers toiles And did escape when other men were slaine But kéeping still a coile in bloudie broiles I sighe to show God wot hée caught his baine Who being dead though no man may reuiue Yet shall my Muse his vertues kéepe aliue Mors honesta ignominiosae vitae praeferenda VVhetstons inuectiue against Dice MY Muse to mount Parnassus hill Which whilom tokst delight Faire Venus ioyes to set to vew And wray blind Cupids spite Go shrowde thy selfe in Limbo lake This dririe tale to tell Of Dice to figure forth the frute A second showe of hell There craue the ayde of wrathfull sprites The Authors of this art And ioyne with them such hellish impes As waytes to woorke our smart For sure their plagues to paint aright Beséemeth well the toile Of him that pend the paines of hell How Plutoes thralles do broile The lustie youth with lyuing left Whose woe is wealth and ease To line his purse with powling fines His tenaunts pence doth fease Then doth hée beare a loftie saile As one that dreads no want These sneaking curs now raunge abrode To finde this nouis haunt One bitten dog aboue the rest Doth great acquaintaunce craue Whose kindred blasde and friendship voucht Hée treates of counsell graue Trust mée good cus trust mée hée cries When first I left my guide This towne did weaue my webbe of cares Before that craft I spyde Eche shifting slaue did search the meane A mate to make mée méete Then hée the names bewrayes of some Himselfe to make him swéete The lustie brute which feares no fraude Doth count his cunning blist Who thinkes he hath a saint in hand Yet shakes syr Sathans fist Their friendship new by gréeting oft Now grafted in their brest His kindred coynde in cousners stampe Inuites him as his guest Who kindly thankes him for his cost And craues amends to make Then trudge they to some tabling house Their hunger for to slake Where daintie fare great store they finde Their naperie faire and swéete And gallants gay with Conges kinde Their comming for to gréete A bounsing gyrle they sildome misse To furnish forth their messe Whose chyrping tongue with pleasaunt speach Doth cheare her chosen gesse There shall you heare described plaine Eche forreine towne and towre Augmented newes of warlike frayes Where fortune late did lowre As cold as snow some couch their scoffes And some to rayling prest In plesaunt speach some play the K. And makes thereon a ieast And some so plainly figures forth The fruites of Venus court That honest eares doth scorne to heare Their vaine and vile report Their dinner done they leaue this speach The gamsters call for dice Where posting Iacke to rub the bord Doth come euen with a trice To you you furies now I leaue This foule abuse to wray Their foysting shiftes my Muse doth mase Their othes my pen doth fray Tenne mine alowde some cogger cryes Thrée mine some youth doth say Gods bloud eleuen well sworne in faith The caster cryes to pay Sixe is the maine what do you sett Well tenne to sixe I haue Two flues gods hart then for the house The boxer streight doth craue And nine Come ye and nine this crowne Well chaunce at it I say Aumes ase gods wounds t' is not my lucke Two maynes to throwe this day Some hypocrites do murder othes Faire Gamsters for to séeme But of both euils to choose the best The doubt were hard I déeme Perhaps some gallant fortune hauntes Good hap his hand doth guide His purse aflote within his brest Doth lurke disdainfull pride Then roists hée in his ratling silkes And sortes with Venus dames Whose luring lookes inforce his heart To frie in Cupids flames To traine him in hee shall inioy Eche outward show of blisse In secrete sport they wil be coy They feare to do amisse A sute of Laune my Lady lackes Or else some trifling cheane A cawle of gold and other knackes My nouis purse must gleane The haggard then that checkt of late Will stoupe to fancies lure And inward bend at euery becke No storme shall chaunge procure Her christall eyes shall still be fixt To stare vppon his face Her daintie armes shall try their force Her louer to imbrace Her Rub●e lippes by stelth shée will Bée ioyning vnto his With courage vaunst her friend to force To fall to Venus blisse Then will shée play Galatheas part To make his ioy more swéete By striuing yéeld who neuer thought From such deuise to fléete To frame excuse for late offence The queane will cog apace She will alledge his sugred woordes

glad to royst in rotten ragges My purse me oft prelerd to play in pleasures lappe Wel may I wish but want I shal by wāt to reach such hap The reporter This complaint folowing sufficiently sheweth that Plasmos being somwhat behind hand by reason of his former vnthriftines hauing notwithstāding very proper liuing vnhappilie hit in acquaintaunce with certaine couseners who seing his sufficiente abilitie supplied his want from time to time with monie till they had wrapt him in very daungerous and cumbersome bonds so that hée had no way to winde himselfe out of their daunger but either by long leasure or sellinge some parcell of his land but by reason that it was intayled none would deale with him vntil a recouerie were had therof Plasmos hauing no experience in those causes and reposing a great confidence in one Liros one of the said companions committed the trust of his recouery vnto him who traiterously persuaded and instructed by Frenos his confederate by chaunging and counterfetting o● déedes had purchaste all Plasmos liuing for nothing if he and his felowes eagre desire of the possession by Plasmos vntimely destruction had not decyphered their deuilish deceites But sith the circumstances be longe and in reporting them I should passe my purpose I leaue their lewdnes vnto their owne reporting who in the prime of their mischiefes worthily visited with miseries to disburden their consciences of a number of villanies hereafter shall make discourse of their owne dealinges In the meane while Plasmos hauing new knowledge of and not yet remedied their indirect practises and also being a litle before maymed on his right hande by reason of a certaine quarel that Liros had raysed betwéene certaine youthes and himselfe the said Plasmos ioyning the said mischiefes with other his euill fortunes complayneth as followeth P. Plasmos to his mishap HOw should I frame my plaint how shall I tell my tale Whom should I blame whom shall I bane as worker of my bale Sith heauen and earth are bent to bruse mée with their hate What bootes mée wretch to rage at fraude or raile on lucklesse fate Whom neuer hap did haunt but thousand harmes affraide In prime of youth vntimely death first tooke my surest ayde Then rose a lawlesse friend that likt my rouing youth Hée gaue mée will to sucke my wealth alas the more the ruth I lothed forced thrift hée liked no expence And Tutors loue not for to toile without reward of pence Which lacke to late I rue The greater mischiefe mine But yet my thought at which offence perforce doth thus repine Why scornde I merchaunts trade with baites of fraude to fish Sith craft doth onely compasse wealth and wealth is that wée wish Or placed at my booke why plide I not the same Why sought I not by morall rules my madding yeares to tame Sith rule must leade our life or els wée liue awry Why Aristotles wise precepts then did I not apply Why likt I not the Lawe where huge deceites are sowen Sith wée by lawe do hurt our foe and hold that is our owne But leapt to libertie that longe I did desire Why was my hart so set on hoygh beyond my reach t' aspire Why was I wedded so to péeuish will and pride Sith pride are will and foes to wit and witt our wayes should guide But most of all to loue why was I wretch so thrall Why sought I so by raging lust my gadding yeares to gall Sith neither loue nor lust doth yéeld a quiet rest Why made I choice of both the euills when bad was very best Ah Laymos once my loue by froward fate my foe Ah Laymos first by the I knew the workers of my woe But Liros most vnkinde both spoild of loue and ruthe Ah Liros thou doest wound my hart to thinke on thine vntruth Why did I trust thy faith or fearelesse othes thou sware Thy fayned vowes thy sugred woords of my welfare thy care Sith faith is turnde to fraude and woordes to workes vniust Why likte I wretch thy wilye tongue sith treason quiteth trust And did I thus deserue in faith thy selfe be iudge If Plasmos had did Liros lacke O no hée did not grudge To giue thée what thou wouldst yea more then thou couldst craue What cankred thought then mou'de thy minde his life and all to haue Whose murdrous marke ay mée my maymed fist can showe Although thou feardst to strike the stroake the strife thy hart did sowe And should I spare thee then of death to stand in awe O Noe my conscience bids mee strike betide what may of lawe Although the worst befall death quites but death againe And sure there is no ioy to death to such as piue in paine Why miste my hart the blowe that hitt my harmelesse wrist My hart it was that wrought offence and not my faultlesse fist My hart did trust these mates my hart did sturre this strife My hand did naught but make defence to saue my sillie life My hart deuisde the toyes which puft mée vppe with pride My hart inforst my eye to loue which manly fist defide And yet my hand not hart is plagued for others mis Too parcial sure in my conceite the heauens were in this Too parcial wretch not so t' was neither heauen nor happe But harebrainde youth which leapt the hedge and left the open gappe T' was youth which stouped first to Laymos wanton lure T' was youth that likt the wily wordes which Liros put in vre T' was youth through smal forsight that wrought poore Plasmos thral T' was youth so present want were scrud that feard no future fall T' was youth that made him maske with visard of delight Delight not so but dririe dread to shunne the merchants sight And Dread the scourge of youth for safegard of me wretch Did lodge me vp with néedie griefe while craft did play the leach In déede he playde the leach to ease my present lacke But what should serue for future store his physicke put to sacke He toylde in my behalfe God wot I durst not steare Least craftie traine should tol me in the merchants wily snare And dread did daunt me so that death I did desire Before a life of fréedome reft my hart did so aspire A tayle yet cloyde the land which should me frolike make Where Timeles trust to curtoule it did so the ioynt mistake That land will bléede to death if conscience worke no cure Such waste wrought haste for fréedomes sake to trust ere I were sure A pestleuce blowe forsooth it hurt not lande alone But spoyld my fist by filthy strife and maymd my hart with mone Of which I youth may thanke he snarld me in this snare Of force to trust or else to sterue with dread distresse and care Where Trust for best I chusd although it prou'd the worst Such backward hap doth euer haunt the man that is accurst The reporter Plasmos digression from one action of miserie vnto another yea vnto all the actions