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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

the fits To carelesse courtiers knowne The masking mynd that mounts amid the starrs And wakes to write by skill of planets course Foretels of dearth of plentie peace and warres Of temperate times of hoarie Hyems force Not only skill but lasting fame When death depriues his dayes He reapes with groates to garde his coates Art thriues at all assayes Physicians dregs who tasteth not betime May come too short if faintnesse feare to bléede Mas'doctours drinke deserues this praise of mine I neuer knewe the man it stoode in stéede Yet one kynde tale and one kynde drinke One doctour sure hath got A tawnie veluet coate and pouch What others get God wot Though rents be great that runs to clergies share And more th' account their soules doth rest vpon Yet Christe his truth to preach if nere they spare But féede the flocke the account is cast anon And in reward of seruice done At last appointed houre Where Christ doth reigne they shall attaine To shroude in heauenly howre The Lawyer he the man that measures right By reason rule and lawe conioynd in one Thy rouing Muse squares much with his delight Whose only toyle all states depend vpon For Lawyer gone good right adieu Dicke Swash must rule the reaste And madding might would banish quite Tom Troth from English coast In corner close mid bookes of crabbed sense For ten yeres day fith sore he beates his braines To finde the right of things from soule offence Who can depriue such toyle of hoped gaines In doubtfull doomes he reaues the right And throweth force along With doubtfull praise his fame to raise In fayth thou dost him wrong A briefe discourse of the discommodities of quarelling written at the request of his especiall friend and kinseman maister Robert Cudden of Grayes In. AS manhood is a vertue great where wisedome rules the sword As great a vice it is to brall for euery trifling word The rayling speach the fearelesse othes the standers by affright When quarellers like curtall curres do barke before they bite But if their brauling turne to blowes his count comes very scant For sixe pence strife to buy a sword and buckler if he want A reckning worsse to catch a licke but worst the losse of life One of which euils lightly haunt the man which liues in strife Who so is hurt doth féele the smart who hurtes in feare doth liue His foe to séeke a sharpe reuenge some desperate stroke will giue If lucklesse blowe should plerte the hart the one to death giues place The other liues in slender hope to haue the princes grace Though suite of friendes his pardon gets appeale doth pinch his pursse But gnawing of the conscience guilt then all will grieue him worsse What greater spite than spoyled limmes with houghed less to limp Or with a wood or yron hand the maimed arme to y●●e This mone he findes at straungers handes a colde amends in fayth A proper man as one shall sée sée what mishap he hath But they that know his bralles doth say no force it skilleth not His hassard hap hath hit the white at which his solde shot His friends do count by this mischaunce how he doth nothing loose Who else would kyll or sure be kilde a sorrie choise to choose But ah good couse at this my verse the reader smyle I sée Who sayes behold how far from words his déeds doe disagrée If halfe this reason rulde his rage his rashnesse had not caught A maimed hand which true I graunt nor tryall had me taught The goodnesse halfe of such a lym which by the losse I finde But sith mishap would haue it so this shewes an honest mynde To warne his friends the vice to shun whose proofe be wrayes the woe If late repentance wrought him helpe he would no more do so The vnhappie man contemneth Fortune and cleaueth to Hope assured once to reach good hap by vertuous Industrie in the despite of Fortune SWéete is the thought where hope persuadeth hap Although the mynd be fed with faint desire The dunghil drone would mount to honours lap If forward thoughts to Fortune could aspire The ventrous knight whom Vallor doth aduaūce First cuts off dread with hope of happie chaunce If hope of fame supprest not feare of death In face of shot the souldier would not run Or recke so small the losse of liuely breath If spoyle thereof a slender glory won Nor merchants would so séeke out forreine soyle If hope of gaine ne recompenst their toyle The murdrous mate the traitour and the théefe By conscience guilt that bathes in bitter teares In hope of grace doth sucke out swéete reliefe Which wears to eb their flowing tyde of feares Then sith she féeds the wights forworne with wo Why should I faint though Fortune be my fo Whose thought doth climbe by vertue not by vice To whom perforce proude Fortune yeldes a thral Suppose sly hap may hinder my deuice Feare féedes the heart that faintes for euery fall If first come short then frame a newe account The forward mynde a thousand wayes may mount Thou séest that doultes whome only hap aduaunce Dare ouerrule their betters farre in wit Which vailde their hope to euery sorrie chaunce What may he then whose hap with skill is knit Bare sway by will as well in wrong as right Grudge may his foes but not withstande his might Yet hardly men ▪ by vertue do aspire Spight sowes suspect till their desart be tryde But once aduaunst is that the wise desire In fauour they for fortunes chaunge prouide Then though at first thou light in Enuies trap Small were thy losse which neuer earst hadst hap If so it be in hope I forward set To raunge the world as fortune shall me driue A happy toyle if credite so I get As sure I shall for what is he aliue But hath good hap within so large a scope God and Saint George send fortune as I hope How great a follie the conceit of excellencie is WHere as dame Nature hath bestow'd a speciall gift of wit And learning won by trauell long with natures lore is knit If wisdome then do rule his toung the tryall of his skill A passing praise among the wise no doubt but win he will But once infect with fonde conceit how he doth others passe So feeding on his painted speach wil proue a passing asse Or if he séekes by reasons rule the scoffer to disgrace Which makes a scorne of sounde aduice and loues to floute and face Or when his equalles list to sport to waste their sharpe annoy His glorious toung is grauely bent to countermaund their ioy If once they do espy his veine their vice they wil him take Then sots will straight be on his top the residue sport to make If argument his betters moue howe so the same doth growe If he defende or proue with them before their mynde he knowe Too malapert they will him recke and so their tale adiourne Thus too familiar speach in

Our worldly mindes from loue of worldlie ioyes But if wée still will wallowe in our sinne The plagues are sharpe with which he vs destroyes To stay whose wrath I hould the next way is While wée haue space to sorrowe our amis Death comes God wot euen like a myching théefe With conscience cleare some wardes his wily blowe And some againe hee gawls with soudaine gréefe Whose thoughtes of sinne doth worke their double woe Had I but wayde the halfe that now I wray My coemates endes had made mée fitt for death But that is past this is my onely stay Gods mercie salues at latter gaspe of breath And yet thereof let no man hope to farre Presumptious sinnes of all the greatest are The reporter It séemeth by the deposition in Caphos complaint that the direction from time to time as concerning the afore reported cousenage came from some subtile head But whose deuise or direction soeuer it were there is yet an other a lawyer it séemeth by the order of his complaint that findes his conscience infected with Lyros Frenos and Caphos fellowship who likewise attached with death you may suppose with a troubled minde to wreast out this following complaint Pimos complaint at the houre of his death AYe mée quoth hée the case is altered quite My wylie skill that chaungde the sense of lawe My cunning Pleas that made a wronge seeme right Are nowe the bones whereon my conscience gnawe They force mée graunt the good from euill I knewe The good I left the euill too late I rue The common lawe the which I studied longe I finde condemnes mée wretch of many a crime The lawe it selfe how so we wreast it wronge Of God his lawe was founded in the prime Then since in one they both agrée in troth Abuse of one must be abuse of both And sure the one I turned as I list If I were wrong'd the lawe amends could make If I did wronge ▪ the lawe such power mist The case was chang'de the wronged might go packe Such helpes I had such quillets of delay That all séemde true that subtile I did say But now I am attached to appeare Afore a Iudge at no mannes faultes that winkes The diuell declares how I haue liued here My conscience guilt giues euidence me thinkes To learne the lawe sith studie I did vowe For breach of lawe I am indited nowe Before my God mée séemes I charged am For ayding those with credite coyne and skill Whose lewde deceites deserued whippes of shame And that to make me guiltie of their ill Consentientes your lawe sayth Io●e doth say Et agentes plectentur pari pena My guiltie minde confesseth streight the act False Frenos fraud was boulstered vp by mée Condemnde of this streight comes an other fact I wronged men against all equitie When lawe doth say Hoc facias alteri In right and wronge quod vis tibi sieri This bitter doome giuen by the doome of lawe Mae sinnefull wretch as guiltie striketh mute The men I wrong'd within my conscience gnawe ▪ I spared none through pittie nor through sute What lawe did giue since I for vauntage tooke In breach of lawe should I for fauour looke O noe I must in proper person pleade Plaine not guiltie or guiltie of the crime No forreine Plea may now delayaunce bréede Untrauerst goes the Venu and the time No aduocate or letters here may serue The Iudge is bent to iudge as I deserue I guiltie am I must of force confesse By ignoraunce these faultes yet would I scuse But I vile I that had men in distresse And did their Pleas of ignoraunce refuse Mee thinkes that God doth rule mée ore with this Non excusat ignorantia iuris And thus I lye with deadly sicknes pinde Yea more my soule beseng'd with sinnefull gréefe The more I séeke to pacifie my minde The further off I wretched finde reléefe My dealinges great or rather great deceite Fall out so lewde as I no count can streight Do what I can the cause that causde my ioy When fleshe and bloud was fedde with worldly gaine Is nowe the cause that causeth my annoye Now feare of hell in place of fleshe doth raigne The soule and fleshe impugnes the other so As what likes one doth worke the others w●e What meane wée then sith th' one wée must displease To serue the flesh that beares no lasting sway And leaue the soule that couets still our ease Who foyling flesh in heauen doth liue for aye What worser match can any creature make Incerta then pro certis thus to take O sinfull wreth had I this ende foreséene I had not nowe come short vpon account I would haue lik't and lou'd the merrie meane Which euer doth to reckoning best amount For violents do sildome long indure They alwayes come from fortune most vnsure O wicked man had I séene heauen in thought Had I seru'd God like as in shewe of zeale I had not thus for poore mens liuings sought Nor purchast hell for lande for others weale Had I well wayde how tickle was my life I had ere this appeasd my conscience strife Or had I thought O most vnhappie wight Looke what I gaue that measure should I reape I sure had giuen to euery man his right This wicked world had not luld me asleape I had not then bene carelesse of my end My soule had watcht deathes furie to defend But oh in me the contrarie was plaste I was intyste on baytes of sinne to feede Which charm'd receits séemde suger swéete in taste But oh they say sweete meate sowre sauce doth néede Néede or not néede I proue the prouerbe true My brittle ioyes my endlesse woes do brue My conscience loathes what liked well my life My conscience rues the gaine I got by guile My conscience féeles the woes of wrangling strife My conscience wéepes at that my life did smile My conscience bléedes through that life thought a blisse My conscience wailes what life thought not amisse Well sith my life this wretched woe hath wrought Would God my life nay death through foule abuse Were noted so as all men might be taught By scriptures rule their talents here to vse And specially about their studies wall For lawyers héed would God were writ my fall Through sight whereof no doubt they would refuse To fish for gaine with nets of foule deceit To worke delayes they would no pleadings vse They sure would thinke they had account to straight My vexed mynde at death still in their eye Would will them liue as they did dayly dye If to such good my souden fall would proue Would life would last to tell a larger tale But how it proue in vaine for life I moue Death nowe assaults and wretched I must vale My breath doth fade the bell doth sound away From whence I came I néedes must turne to clay The reporters conclusion as touching the report of Paulus Plasmos aduentures and Lyros Frenos Caphos

course direct as lyes his best auaile The Spanish marte whose mynde sometime doth please With further reach some hoyst their houering saile Some passe Marroccos straights by painful toyle Some séeke to reape the fruites of Ciprus soyle But how or where they rome with oken blockes Their liues their goods doth rest in Neptunes handes In rage some times who rolles them on the rockes Or driuen vnknowne they sinke on Sillaes sandes The gotten gaine they lookt thus haplesse lost In lue of toyle them selues be quite vndone Now vnto him which furrowes on the coast And hassard gaines on waltering waues doth shun Who gropes the oxe who sheares the shéepe for gaine Is often doust with dewes of rotting raine The handie craft who wins his breade by toyle With sweate of browe he gropes for others gaine He tylles the ground he sowes with séede the soyle When others reape the haruest of his paine To lodge the Lord who buildes the stately hall Yet glad to couch in cabben clad with néede For others ioy who liues him selfe in thrall Who killes the shéepe yet of the ●oad doth séede His summers toyle doth serue for winters store From hand to mouth good soule he hath no more The captaine he which climbes for high aduaunce By piercing blade imbrude in enimies blood In martiall shewes who formost leades the daunce His souldiers trainde in warlike order good The pyke men plaste to stay the horfemens rage The Musket wilde aloofe to souse them downe The byll men fresh when handie stroakes must gage When gallants hauing charge doth cry Aloun Then tantara he bids in battell ray Be mearching mates in hope of happie day But when to ioyne the bloudie trumpe doth sounde The horsemen fling to breake the pikemens ray The roaring gunnes doth terrifie the grounde The feathred flightes the enimies face doth fray The currier swift doth rid the skonce of ake With streames of bloud the ioyning vallies flowes And wounded wightes for life their héeles doth shake Who scapeth then next brunt may go to pot Thus daungerous standes the souldier state God wot The courtier nowe which hops vp by degrée ▪ And haply heau'd to heigth of high renowne If he do swerue from top of tickle trée His courtly friends will helpe to throwe him downe Who fawned earst then wrayes the forme of hate He honourd late nowe glad to crouch and créepe Yet Enuie vile with spite and foule debate So wreastes his guilt that grace doth alwayes sléepe Expeuterand toyle is guerdond with disdaine A bare reward in recompence of paine The clowne doth clawe more coyne out of the ground Then he whose skill doth reach the state of starres Of yore though men though learning were renound Wealth with those wit●●● nowe at mortall warres By Physicke 〈◊〉 to credite many amount Where lacke of 〈◊〉 doth murther many one A sorrie trust tyde to so hard acount To lende him pence that payes the death for lone And yet no doubt his gaine is gauld with griefe When conscience his doth call him murdring théefe Great be the rents the Clergie doth receiue More great their charge the count if conscience take If errours their the simple doth deceiue For both their misse amendes their soules shall make This desperate cure agrees not with my minde Although the gaine doth tempt my gréedie thought If so it be that my●●es of feaude doth blynde Or falshood faith from former grace hath wrought If trades of gaine be spyste with déepe deceit The Lawyers hooke lyes hid in sweetest bayte It choketh fooles which hunger after strife Suppose that cra●t doth fore abuse his skill He sleas the purse the others soule and life By learnings lacke and error oft doth kill He roystes in sylkes which merchants fetch a far Him glad to please the simple soule doth moyle His sugred charme witch Angels to the bar His piercing pen the souldier oft doth soyle For solace sake if he will to the court If any be he soone shall sée the sport He little weyes so lawe be on his side The thundring threates which Lordly might doth moue If that his cause with countrie men be tride More harts he hath for feare then they for loue He often pulles a personage from the priest And ouerrules by lawe both might and right A kildowe sure whom no man dare resist God shield that I with such a b●g should fight And thus thou hearst of trades what I can say The lawe for game doth beare the bell away Formae ●ulla fides R.C. answere to G.W. opinion of trades I Thought my George thy Muse would fully fit My troubled mynde with heast of setled doome And tell the trade wherein I sure might sit From nipping néede in wealthy walled roome But out alas in tedious tale She telles the toyles of all And forgeth fates t' attend estates That séeld or neuer fall Bereauing so the hope that earst I held To finde at last a sight to set me sure In profites path my thriftlesse féete to weald Or walke the way that age might well indure Sith haplesse haps or conscience crackes Or toyles of tedious waight She proues the fées of all degrées Each course with cares affraight And yet I smell whereto thy tale doth tend And smyle to sée thy queint conceit therein I write not here thy meaning to amend Against thy wordes this answere I begin In prime to touch the merchants trade Which furrowes fishfull floodes Whose hap thou saist is lightly hurt With losse of life and goods Thou saist his ship sits sincking on the sande Of Sillas seas or on Caribdis rockes When nothing lesse the sea more sure then land Then fenced fortes more trustie hollowe blockes Let Neptune rage with wayward waues A figge for Aeoles windes By anchors stay in harbour gay The merchants succour findes As for the man that furrowes in the fielde Distrusting gaines that waltering waues afforde The fées that oxe and fruitfull shéepe doth yeelde And parched fieldes and northren dewes accorde His paines do passing pleasure quit When gréenie landes appeares He smyles in sweate when haruest heate Dries vp the corned eares The craftes man he that liues by handie skill By toyle and trade obtaineth néedefull gaines Ynough's as good as any feast sith will And quiet mynde contented so remaines He liues at rest in meane estate Contemning fortunes blast While such as hye aloft to flye He sées to fall as fast The noble hart whome nature pricks to prancke In martiall fieldes amid the clattering crewe For high renoune to furnish vp the ranke Thy Muse to daunt oh how the same I rewe Sith pen ne tong nor minde can match With due deserued hire The factes of those which force their foes By helmets helpe retire The courtier he that hops for high degrée At last attaines his wel deserued hap For seruice done he must rewarded be And gwerdon his the marke he leueld at Which gotten if he loose againe The fault ascribe his owne But setled wits escape

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