faist thou but another after thee may proue as lauish as thou hast beene scraping as riotous as thou sparing and may scatter that in a Yeare which tooke thee a Life to gather and what profit hast thou that thou hast laboured for the Wind T is true and iust both said and Found After a great Getter there commonly comes a Spender Goods ill gotten are ill spent The First Heire may haue them and a Second perhaps all which a Third scarce comes to heare of Nay but I now bethinke me thou hast neuer an Heire For whom is it now thou dost so toyle and irke yea and damne thy selfe Thou knowest thou must not haue them and who must haue them thou knowest not Perhaps one that neuer knew thee or will neuer thanke thee HE puts thee in minde of such thy Frailty and Folly at once Man Walketh in a vaine Shadow and disquieteth himselfe in vaine he heapeth vp riches and cannot tell who shall gather them Tush why tell you him If no Body will lay claime to it let it fall to the King Church Commons Poore of the Parish But for feare of such a Forfeit thou hast chosen thee an Heire vnto thy selfe One that thou louest well yea better it seemes than thine owne Soule One that loues thee well and well he may and it be but for the loue hee hath to thine He cannot chuse but loue thee horribly while he loues Thine so impatiently That is he could wish Thee and Thine at once both hang'd and had yea to haue Thine what cares he to curse Thee to Hell He is one of the same Name I am sure though not one of the Kinne So so Keepe the House howsoeuer in the same Name belike the Line was not worthy of it ABSOLON hath no Childe for his Name to liue in shall he rot therefore out of remembrance no not while ABSOLONS Pillar stands If he haue no Monument of his Loynes he can haue a Pillar of his Name and that 's enough to vphold his House This is one of the last but not the least follies of Men to let a Title carry it before the Right To make Kinsmen Strangers and a Kinsman of a Stranger With the whole Price of an Heiredome to buy the Name of an Heire or an Heire of the Name To purchase a lying Affinity with a costly kinde of Adoption Nay but the Heire that must be is a Poore Sisters Sonne The poore rag'd Knaue I can tell you is like to be Lord of all He shall one day owne all that is his Vncles though his Vncle now scarce will owne him Not a Farthing will he allow him to educate and maintaine him though leaue him all at last to waste perhaps or else ingrosse You shall finde him set the first in his Will which neuer was suffered to sit the last at his Table It is the manner of the Couetous to part with nothing while they liue no not to those to whom they mind to leaue all at their Death While he liues all is too little for himselfe but let him take all to him when he dies His Heire is now beholden to him not for what he hath bestowed but for what he could not keepe And will therefore thanke him when he shall not heare him will pray for him when it shall doe him no good Thou now liest gasping and thine Heire is gaping Euery looke he lets vpon thee accuses the slownesse of thy Death For he thinkes it his Wrong and Hurt that thou liuest Hee sighs and wailes before thee not that he cares for thy losse but hopes for thy Gaine How he howles and blubbers while thy hands quake Teeth guash Eyes close Breath stops Heart choaks and Soule flits all not so much that thou art now dead as that thou diedst not ere this No Mans Death is more desired than the Couetous Mans It is alwayes expected plotted often yea and sometimes vntimely effected All therefore wish him dead because like the Hog in the Pot he doth good to none but after his Death Well thou 'lt therefore shake off these Shadowes and mind'st I heare to build some Hospitall Schoole Colledge or doe some charitable Deed withall Sayes he so The Man liues poore I perceiue with purpose to die rich and dies rich to doe good after his Death Yea then doe Good when he can doe no longer hurt He hath robbed Peter all his Life and will now pay Paul at his Death That is no Liberalitie to giue when he can no longer haue no Charitie to releeue one with what he hath wrested from another no Pietie to doe Euill that Good may come thereof and no Equitie to get ill with a purpose to bestow it well I would not wish thee to goe to Hell all thy Life with an intent to win Heauen after thy Death Dost thou offend still with purpose to make amends Wealths well bestowing is not enough for the Fault in the getting Satisfaction may appease the Hurt it cannot wipe away the Guilt of Fraud or Oppression But if thou wilt doe Good withall I would aduise thee to doe it while thou hast it in thine hand to doe Doe well with it while it is yet thine What thanks is it to thee what Good is done with it when thou hast left it Doe then resigne it before thou must needs bequeath it thou hadst as good doe Good by thy selfe as others Euen now feed and cloath the Poore that their Loynes and Bowels may blesse thee before thou diest He is but a silly Traueller that so orders for his Iourney as to haue his Prouision sent after him when himselfe is already gone so farre before He may well want it ere it ouertake him Good Workes goe merrily with or before vs they follow but slowly afterwards I dreame but too well of him there 's no such matter he meanes He meanes as Hermocrates to make himselfe his owne Heire and wishes still that his Goods might fall by succession to himselfe Or else with Another will he deuoure his Gold before his Death and so bury it in him Or with such Another sow it in his Sleeue and appoint it to be buried with him Ah this bewitching Wealth ha this Gold this Gold how it ties Mens Hearts vnto it Once Couetous and alwayes so Auarice is commonly the Vice of old Age Whereas other vices then fade this grows afresh And as it begins with Age so it ends not but with Life A Couetous Man growes the fonder of his Gold the sooner he must forgoe it Yea when it must needs Leaue him euen then is he loth to leaue it I haue now said so much of thee that I had almost forgotten my selfe Who thinkst thou am I Euen no better than I would no other than thou oughtst to be Will I like thee abase mine Affections vnto Earth when I am bound to ayme at nothing vnder Heauen To what can I stoope to in a World that am aboue a World I am
the Creatures bound to serue Man longer than Man serues God If he will be so proud as to kicke against him that is his Maker they will bee so bold as to striue against him that should be their Master The bigge and lofty Creatures Buildings Trees Mountaines Rocks these all are obnoxious to euery Tempest and Thundering while the low and little shrimps and Shrubs shroud and stand secure These are dasht and These incouraged by him that putteth downe the Mighty from their Seat and exalteth them of low degree Pride we say will haue a Fall This is but the Ladder by which Men climbe to Ruine This but lifts men vp to cast them down the more violently desperately When you see a Proud Man neare thinke Iudgement not farre off Where there is Pride in the heart there is certainly a plague at his heeles Yet a little while and the Flourishing Bay is gone Bigge Trees stand seldome till they wither but are rather blowne or hewen downe before Yea but I am humble Nor is it thanks-worthy that I am little in mine own eyes since One greater than I made himselfe of no account How can we make vs low enough since He whose shooe latchet we are not worthy to vnloose humbled himselfe at our Feet How can vilenesse be puffed vp since He that was Great beyond estimation made himselfe of no esteeme It is humilitie enough with vs that we subiect vs to our Superiours and preferre vs not before our Equals but too much we count to subiect vs to our Equals and not preferre vs fore our Inferiours But O wondrous Humility He subiected him to Inferiours who among Men and Angels had no Equals He bowed the Heauens when he humbled himselfe to our Life Hee bowed the Head when he humbled himselfe to our Death Odious was our Pride the Pride of the Sonnes of Men That could not be cleansed not be healed but by so rare Humility the Humility of the Sonne of God Why are we puffed for whom our Sauiour was so emptied why so lifted for whom he became so prostrate What Worme of Earth can be lifted vp when the God of Heauen was brought so low We that are base to what can we be abased when Hee was humbled that was so high Oh Dust and Ashes learne to contemne thy selfe for whom the God of Spirits was despised Learne of him that was humbled not onely for thy Pride but to make thee humble Oh learne of him that saith Learne of me for J am meeke and lowly in heart I wonder not that the Deuill was so proud for he was an Angell bright and perfect But it makes me start and gaze to see Man so that is but Dung vile vanishing away The Deuill had more to be proud of than hath Man yet Man will be as proud as the Deuill What is Man thus to forget thus to transgresse his owne Condition Did he seriously consider himselfe this would make him keepe warily within himselfe at least not step so lauishly beyond himselfe Why liftest thou vp thy selfe O Man when thy selfe is enough to pull thee down Art thou not wretched mortall euill Thy blacke Feet will bow thy stiffe necke notwithstanding thy white Feathers What art thou but a Shadow a Sepulcher a Statue a Glasse a Bubble a Blast Dung Dust and Ashes Wormes-meat a crazy Body and full of Corruption a cankred Soule and Fraught with euill whose Being no Being whose Life no Life whose Life is gone or going whose Death is comming and will come And now Earth and Ashes how art thou puffed vp whose Nature and Lot it is to settle and sinke What should a Giant doe in a Dwarfe or so high a minde in so vile a carkasse The Sergeant Purseuant Catch-poll of the Great King that knocketh at the doore of Young and Old high and low rich and poore that equals Scepters and Spades Iron and Straw Bookes and Babbles She turns Beauty into Blacknesse Strength into weaknesse Wisdome into Folly and layes Honour in the Dust Digge vp the Beggers Graue open the Princes Tombe view well both their Skuls and see how like they looke compare their Dust and thou shalt finde no difference Why doth Man in his life so proudly preferre himselfe to the Most and Best whom Death shall once equall to the Least and Last No man is proud but he that is ignorant of himselfe Know then O Man at once and contemne thy selfe Know whence thou wert what thou art and whither thou must Whence thou wert from a muddy Slime What thou art a rotten Dung Whither thou must to the place of Dust and Wormes In all that was or is or is to come here 's nothing to be proud of How can he be proud of himselfe whose Birth is a pollution whose life is a Desolation whose Death is a Corruption our Life is but a step to Death or many Deaths to one Death Youth is the death of Infancie why then are we proud in the Toyes of our Infancie Manhood is the Death of Youth why then are we proud in the pleasures of our Youth Age is the Death of Manhood why then are we proud in the strength ofour Manhood Decrepitnesse is the Death of Age why then are we proud in the wisdome of our Age Lastly Death is the Death of all why then are we proud of any Tush what of all this Thou now thinkest neuer the worse of thy selfe for what thou shalt be Tell thee thou faist not what thou wert or must be but what thou art It s all one for that what thou hast thou mean'st to make much of it while thou hast it Goe to Great-Heart thou wilt ere long be lessened Bee proud yet awhile of thy selfe where shall once be thy Selfe or Pride Doe doe Out-gaze Heauen till Earth gape for thee and spurne Men till Men tread vpon thee Then shall they perceiue thee to be as vile as thou couldst conceiue of them Yea when thine Honour Wisdome Beauty Strength shall be sowne in Weaknesse Horrour Folly and Dishonour Thus shall they entombe and intitle thee at once GOod Reader know That commest nigh Here lies he low That look't so high Both poore and nak't That was gay cloath'd Of all forsak't Who others loath'd He once thought all Enui'd his Worth Nor Great nor Small Now grudge his Turfe The Heauenly Cope Was his Ambition Three Cubits scope Is his Fruition He was aboue all God aboue him He did not lone all Nor God loue him He that him taught First to aspire Now hath him caught And payes his hire The Jrefull OR Angrie BVt whither Sir Hotspur what al in haste A word I pray and you will yet not as you vse a word and a blow Come prethee let me walke thee a while to coole thee Spur not on too fast thou l't either jade or stable thy selfe I conceiue thee and can prescribe Perhaps thou hast not the wit to reckon the Greeke letters not the Grace perhaps to repeate the
bound while it is both Causlesse and Extreme Cursed CAIN looke vpon thy Brother he is thy Makers Image also as fearefully and wonderfully made as thy selfe his bones and haires are as strictly numbred and his bloud more precious in his Markers Eyes What Fury of Hell prouokes thee to destroy that Image which no art no ability of thine can repaire no amends can acquit Tush what 's a Death to a Dishonour His Life shall but pay for thy Disgrace Ah! nor thy Confusion but for his Life The LAW when it was vsed at the most and interpreted at the worst allowed no more than an Eye for an Eye a Tooth for a Tooth a Hand for a Hand a Foot for a Foot Stripe for Stripe Wound for Wound but Bloud answered not but for Bloud nor but for Life was Life required Do I instance think'st thou for thy priuate Retaliation of wrongs rather against that ouerplus of Euill whereby thy reuenge tyrannizes so farre beyond the Offence HE that knew best how farre that LAW did stretch and how long it should last now tells thee otherwise Yee haue heard that it hath beene said an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth But J say vnto you that ye resist not Euill The Talion Law when it was was for publike Iustice not for priuate Reuenge Especially sith the Reuenge of a man knowes no Order holds no Equalitie in his owne wrong So that commonly there is more wrong in the Reuenge done than in the Wrong receiued Hee hath endammaged thy Goods must thou therfore assault his Person He hath torne thy Coat must thou therefore teare his Flesh He pluckes thee by the Haire wilt thou therfore pull him by the Throat He hath blemished thy Name and must thou therefore spoile his Life While thou wilt be thus satisfied for the wrong hee hath done thee what satisfaction wilt thou make him for the wrong thou hast done Hee is the more Offender himselfe that seekes to auenge him about the Offence Let it not be pleaded whether hath first or last it shall be iudged whether hath most offended Besides the Ground and Occasion thereof this euill hath Anger in the End and Execution that it is vniust His Wrath is iust alone that shall once render to euery one according to his Workes Thou wicked SERVANT and mercilesse wilt thou pull thy Fellow by the throat and hale him to Prison for a few Farthing Trespasses Thy LORD shall once binde thee hand and foot and cast thee into Vtter Darknesse for many Talent Offences Anger is but the Deuils Wrath and the angry Man but his Weapon A Weapon wherewith hee kills double or two at once ones Soule together with anothers Body Hellish Instruments of Fury are they all to set a World in combustion and bring themselues to confusion What a spite is this Thus the Deuill vses Mans hand for Mans destruction Thus laughs the Aduersary that euery mans Sword is in his Fellowes side thus glories that Man is his owne and others ruine God made Man Mans God but the Deuill thus makes Man Mans Deuill Shall I turne Actor in this balefull Tragedie of Men and Dayes and inueigh against this Fury of the World Direfull Miscreant and hatefull Monster of Hell impatient of our Being irefull at our Quiet hurtfull to our Safetie and dismall through all our Dayes Who but SATAN did first enwombe thee Woe and alas that Man did euer enbosome thee Thy rage hath vndone more Liues than the force of Death hath dissolued Thou Plague of Mankind â—hat hast cost them such measurelesse such numberlesse Bloud and Wounds Not Tigres not Dogges not Vipers but Men ah Men are growne the impatient the froward and stubborne Generation thus vntowardly doe they degenerate from themselues The Lion the Beare the Wolfe feed on the Hart the Asse the Sheepe but Man thirsteth after Mans bloud and the greedy Canniball gluts himselfe with Mans flesh Aske why he is so hengry It is because he is so angry at his Fare It is his Fury that prouokes him to that Dogged Appetite and gets him such a Stomack to it Reuenge is but the Executioner of all those Cruelties whereof Anger is the first Inuentor That but the Practitioner this the Engineere Whence come Stabblings Stranglings Poysonings and rufull Maceratings This first taught and vrged to digge out a mans Eyes to slit his Nose to cut out his Tongue to hew off his hands to carbonate his Flesh and shiuer his Bones Yet more and worse Because it will not doe a Man the Fauour to dispatch him it studies to put him to as many Deaths as Wounds and thinkes that if be perish other or sooner than it would that he hath as good as escaped in comparison to what it meant him Diuers hath this Euill diuersly surpriz'd and ruin'd One in his Bed another at his Table another on his Way another in the Church Not Time Place Persons Occasions can forbid Anger 's rash and raging attempts Widowes and Orphans Young and Old lament and curse this Euill since it vntimely tooke away the Husband from the Wife of his bosome the Parent from the tender Infants head the staffe of his age from the aged Father What say I thus of some This Firebrand of the World hath set all Nations together by the eares hath dilapidated whole Cities depopulated whole countries hath made mountaines of Carkasses Riuers of Bloud and Mists of gasping Breaths Outragious Hagge and odious had the World but one Head she with Caligula would strike it off at a blow So she might see the whole Fabricke in a flame shee Nero-like would not grudge her ashes to a second Chaos This euill hath Anger thought and done and would yet do more It neuer but had a desire aboue the power a thirst beyond the practice of reuenge Yet it thunders though it now can dart no more hauing done the vtmost spite and rage it yet will threaten worse Thus as followeth haue the Furious vowed and sworne against the liues of their Aduersaries To giue their Carkasses to the Beasts of the field to the Fowles of the aire to strow their ashes vpon the Sea to make them they shall neither know nor say who hurt them not to leaue so much as one to carry newes of the rest That hee 'le make them eat their owne dung and drinke their owne stale that not their God shall deliuer them out of his hands That he meanes to ply them with Powder and Pellets as thicke as mist and haile that hee 'le tread their Gray-haires to their well nigh returned dust strangle the Infant in the Parents eye and arme spoile their Virgins rip vp their Bigge bereaue their Mothers Make their Men to draw in his Waggons to grinde in his Mills to dig in his Mines Their Princes necks shall bee but his Footstooles and their Young-mens backes but the Asses for his loads Thus roare the Lions thus hisse the Serpents thus barke the Dogges Nought but
Man because hee hath beene so causelesly angry at Another hath had cause enough after to be angry at Himselfe The End of sudden Anger was alwayes the Beginning of late Repentance Another hath done mee wrong I might haue done no lesse to him His might likewise haue been the Sorrow the Euill mine Wee are all offensiue each to other and may need each others Pardon Hee is liuelesse they say that is faultlesse And whose turne can you tell shall it next be to craue mercy for his Fault Should wee not winke at our mutuall Offences there would be no end of Strifes Plagues betwixt Man and Man yea betwixt God and them both Doe wee looke to finde others inexorable sith our selues are so implacable Full oft hath a Man beene driuen to begge Forgiuenesse of him to whom he denied it and now to kneele to him for Grace whom hee sometimes spurned in disdaine I will deale with mine Aduersary as to tell him how I am dealt withall so to teach him how hee should deale with mee My Brother hath offended mee Alas and I my God My Brother me once and in one thing I my God alwayes and in all If Iupiter said He should thunder downe his Darts so oft as Men prouoke him he should soone leaue himselfe Weaponlesse and Men Liuelesse If my God thinke I should haue beene angry with mee so oft as I haue offended him I should not haue yet beene whom my Brother might now offend Hee is one and the same Clay with mee that now lifteth vp the hand against mee I that am a vile Worme haue kitked the heele against the God of Maiestie With what face can I begge pardon of my Lord and Master when I haue denied it to my Fellow-Seruant One Man saith a WISE MAN beareth Hatred against another and doth he seeke pardon from the Lord He sheweth no mercy to a Man which is like himselfe and doth he aske forgiuenesse of his owne Sinnes How doth the mercifull Lord checke the mercilesse Seruant Shouldest not thou also haue had compassion on thy Fellow Seruant euen as J had pitty on thee Oh that Men would therefore Doe as they Pray Forgiue vs our Trespasses as we forgiue them that trespasse against vs. I will doe to another as I would another yea as I would my God should doe to mee Ouercome euill with Good My Sauiour stood as a Sheepe before the Shearers they smote him on the one cheeke and hee gaue the other they reuiled him and in his mouth were no reproofes And is the Seruant aboue his Lord What Losse or Shame is it for mee to suffer as CHRIST suffered What Profit or Credit will it be for mine Enemy to doe as IVDAS did Oh call but thy Sauiours Sufferings to mind the Wrong and Scorne he tooke and what can be too hard for thee to beare And I and mine Enemy Who are wee and what Men both and Mortall Men mortall in our Nature immortall only in our Anger Ah that we would be each against other euerlastingly that are for our selues but a while Nothing will more work vpon this our fierce Affection than to thinke vpon this our fraile Condition The Man is mortall as hee ought why should his Anger as it ought not be immortall This is also a great Euill vnder the Sunne Vexation of Spirit That a Man will adde Vnquietnesse to the Shortnesse of his Dayes and so make them still not onely Few but Euill But Thou strengthenest thee in this inhumane Fiercenesse vnmindfull altogether of thy humane Weaknesse Thou now thinkest to acquit thee ere such a time Alas that thou thinkst not that Time perhaps may be beyond thine owne Thou wouldest the Death of thine Enemy Oh wish it not attempt it not Yet a little while and Death her selfe will doe it without thy Trouble and Sinne. The Mouse and the Frogge fought so long till the Kite came and tare them both to peeces Oh striue not so long till Death come and part the Fray and so take you both away him Wounded and thee Blemished When thou art now gone with or after him thy Name shall yet suruiue a while as odious as thy Life When Death shall haue cooled thy courage weakned thy hands stopt thy mouth Men shall thus write vpon thy Graue HEre lies a Fury hight Sir Ire That bred and earn'd immortall Fire He 'gan to wrangle from the wombe And was a Wrangler to his Tombe A Peeuish and a Foolish Elfe Foe to his God his Saints his Selfe He hated Men Men did not loue him No Euill but his owne might moue him He Was and was Earths Load and Care He Is and is Hels Brand and Share The Couetous IS it you be naught old Pouch-penny Me thought t was some such Scrapeling he came so sneaking on It is many an honest Mans lucke more than mine to stumble vpon such Blocks in euery street I would none beside mee had more need or vse of such saue onely to know them with me They should not seeke him long I soone could spie him out A Couetous Man is easily inquired and determined by him that is not so But he that sees him and is like him can no more discouer the other than expresse himselfe Pouch-penny did I call him But hee 's not so known to euery one Hee hath more Names than euer he was Christned with The Best call him no better than you would call a Wretch Silly Needy Cark Snig Gripe Sharke Droyle and Plod And for the Most they call him no more than you would call a Dogge Snap Catch Pinch Holdfast and the like Wee may iustly and modestly and then iustly when modestly call the Naughty no better than they are Call mee a Spade a Spade a Wretch a Wretch a Knaue a Knaue Neuer goe behinde his backe and so beslander him with the Truth Tell a Man his Euill to his teeth yet so as not to reuile him but reprehend him rather Wearish Wretch so like a Flea-biter hee lookes Say as you see is he not mostly Wry-Neckt crompe-shouldred pale-fac't Thin-cheekt Hollow-eyed Hooke-nos'd Beetle-brow'd Purse-lipt Gaunt-belly'd Rake-backt Buckle-hamm'd Stump-legg'd Splay-footed Dry-fisted and Crooke-fingered with a learing Looke slow Breath stealing Pace squeaking Voice His tall Hat and tatterd Cloake Threed-bare Buskins and cobbled Shooes a swagging Pouch and a Spadle-staffe And if you reckon him onely by his Coat and Carcasse one would scarce bestow the hanging of him to haue them both They say commonly ill Humours ill Manners but here certainly ill Manners ill Members For could you see into him he is not more ill-fauoured than ill-conditioned There 's certainly more vglinesse in him than appeares by him A mind more mishapen than can be figured in a Carcasse neuer so disfigured How monstrous a Vice is Auarice and odious It distorts the Body and distracts the Soule Is Natures very Enormity and an vtter Anomie to Grace here quite sweruing there farre out of frame It makes a