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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A04725	Lady Pecunia, or The praise of money Also a combat betwixt conscience and couetousnesse. Togither with, the complaint of poetry, for the death of liberality. Newly corrected and inlarged, by Richard Barnfield, graduate in Oxford.; Encomion of Lady Pecunia	Barnfield, Richard, 1574-1627.	1605 (1605)	STC 1486; ESTC S104488	13,933	52

are spent in vaine For she is dead and J am left aliue Teares cannot call sweet Bountie back againe Then why doe I against Fate and Fortune striue And for her death thus weep lament and crie Sith euerie mortall wight is borne to die 35 But as the wofull mother doeth lament Her tender babe with cruell Death opprest Whose life was spotlesse pure and innocent And therefore sure it soule is gone to rest So Bountie which her selfe did vpright keepe Yet for her losse loue cannot chuse but weepe 36 The losse of her is losse to manie a one The losse of her is losse vnto the poore And therefore not a losse to me alone But vnto such as goe from Doore to Doore Her losse is losse vnto the fatherlesse And vnto all that are in great distresse 37 The maimed Souldier comming from the war The woefull wight whose house was lately burnd the sillie soule the wofull trauelar And all whom Fortune at her feet hath spurnd Lament the losse of Liberalitie It s ease to haue in griefe some Companie 38 the Wife of Hector sad Andromache Did not bewaile her husbands death alone But sith he was the troians onely stey the wiues of troy for him made aequall mone Shee shead the teares of Loue and they of pitty She for her deare dead Lord they for their Citty 39 Nor is the Death of Liberalitie Although my griefe be greater than the rest Onely lamented and bewaild of me And yet of me she was beloued best But sith she was so bountifull to all She is lamented both of great and small 40 O that my Teares could moue the powres diuine That Bounty might be called from the dead As Pitty pierc'd the hart of Proserpine Who moued with the Teares Admetus shed Did send him backe againe his louing Wife Who lost her owne to saue her husbands life 41 Jmpartiall Parcae will no prayrs moue you Can Creatures so diuine haue stonie harts Haplesse are they whose hap it is to proue you For you respect no Creatures good Desarts O Atropos the crueldst of the three Why hast thou tane my faithfull friend from me 42 But ah she cannot or she will not heare me Or if she doo yet may not she repent her then com sweet death O why dost thou for bear me Aye me thy Dart is blunt it will not enter Oh now J know the cause and reason why I am immortall and I cannot die 43 So Cytherae a would haue dide but could not When faire Adonis by her side lay slaine So I desire the Sisters what J should not For why alas J wish for Death in vaine Death is their seruant and obeys their will And if they bid him spare he cannot kill 44 Oh would I were as other Creatures are Then would I die and so my griefe were ended But Death against my will my life doeth spare So little with the fates I am befrended Sith when J would thou doost my sute denie Vile Tyrant when thou wilt I will not die 45 And Bounty though her body thou hast slaine Yet shall her memorie remaine for euer For euer shall her memorie remaine Whereof no spitefull Fortune can bereaue her Then Sorrow cease and wipe thy weeping eie For Fame shall liue when al the world shal die A Comparison of the Life of Man MAns life is well compared to a feast Furnisht with choice of all Variety To it comes time and as a bidden guest He sits him downe in Pompe and Maiesty The three fold age of Man the Waiters be Then with a earthen voyder made of clay Comes Death and takes the table cleane away Finis A Remembrance of some English Poets LIue Spenser euer in thy Fairy Queene Whose like for deepe Conceit was neuer seene Crownd mayst thou be vnto thy more renowne As King of Poets with a Lawrell Crowne And Daniell praised for thy sweet-chast verse Whose Fame is grav'd on Rosamonds blacke Herse Still mayst thou liue and still be honoured For that rare worke The White Rose and the Red. And Drayton whose well-written Tragedies And sweet Epistles soare thy fame to skies Thy learned Name is equall with the rest Whose stately Numbers are so well addrest And Shakespeare thou whose hony flowing vaine Pleasing the World thy Praises doth containe Whos 's venus and whose Lucrece sweet and chast Thy Name in fames immortall Booke haue plac't Liue euer you at least in Fame liue euer Well may the Body die but Fame die neuer Finis

declared Which else had perisht with their liues decay Who to augment their glories haue not spared to crowne their browes with neuer-fading Bay What art deserues such liberality As doth the peerlesse art of Poetrie 9 But Liberalitie is dead and gone And Auarice Vsurps true bounties seat F●● her it is I make this endlesse mone ●●●●ose prayses worth no pen can well repeat Sweet Liberality adiew for euer For Poetrie againe shall see thee neuer 10 Neuer againe shall J thy presence see Neuer againe shall I thy bountie tast Neuer againe shall J accepted be Neuer againe shall I be so embrac't Neuer againe shall J the bad recall Neuer againe shall I belou'd of all 11 Thou wast the Nurse whose Bounty gaue me sucke Thou wast the Sun whose beames did lend me light Thou wast the tree whose fruit J still did plucke thou wast the Patron to maintaine my right through thee J liu'd on thee I did relie ●a thee J ioy'd and now for thee I die 12 What man hath lately lost a faithfull friend Or Husband is depriued of his Wife But doth his after-daies in dolour spend Leading a loathsome discontented life Dearer then friend or wife haue I forgone then maruell not although I make such mone 13 Faire Philomela cease thy sad complaint And lend thine eares vnto my dolefull Dittie Whose soule with sorrow now begins to faint And yet J cannot moue mens hartes to pittie thy woes are light compared vnto mine You watrie Nimphes to me your plaints resigne 14 and thou Melpomene the Muse of Death that neuer sing'st but in a dolefull straine Sith cruell Destinie hath stopt her breath Who whil'st she liu'd was Vertues Soueraigne Leaue He●●on whose Bankes so pleasant be and beare a part of sorrow now with mee 15 the trees for sorrow shead their fading Leaues And weepe out gum in stead of other teares Comfort nor ioy no Creature now conceiues to chirp and sing each little bird forbears the sillie Sheepe hangs down her drooping head and all because that bounty she is dead 16 the greater that I feele my griefe to be the lesser able am J to expresse it Such is the Nature of extremity the heart it som-thing eases to confesse it therefore I le wake my muse amidst her sleeping and what I want with words supplie with weeping 17 Weepe still mine eies a Riuer full of tears to drowne my Sorrow in that so molests me and rid my head of cares my thoughts of fears Exiling sweet Content that so detests me But ah alas my teares are almost dun and yet my griefe it is but new begun 18 Euen as the Sunne when as it leaues our sight Doth shine with those Antipodes beneath vs Lending the other world her glorious light And dismall Darknesse onely doeth bequeath vs Euen so sweet Bountie seeming dead to me Liues now to none but smooth-Tongd Flatterie 19 O Adulation Canker-worme of Truth The flattering Glasse of Pride and Self-conceit Making olde wrinkled Age appeare like youth Dissimulations Maske and follies Beate Pitty it is that thou art so rewarded Whilst Truth and Honestie goe vnregarded 20 O that Nobility itselfe should staine In being bountifull to such vile Creatures Who when they flatter most then most they faine Knowing what humour best will fit there Natures What man so mad that knowes himselfe but poore And will beleeue that he hath riches store 21 Vpon a time the craftie Foxe did flatter The foolish pie whose mouth was full of meat The Pye beleeuing him began to chatter And sing for ioy not hauing list to eate And whil'st the foolish Pye her meate let fall The craftie Foxe did runne a waie with all 22 Terence describeth vnder Gnatoes name The right conditions of a Parasyte And with such Eloquence sets forth the same As doeth the learned Reader much delight Shewing that such a Sicophant as Gnato Js more esteem'd then twentie such as Plato 23 Bountie looke back vpon thy goods mispent And thinke how ill thou hast bestowd thy mony Consider not their words but their intent Their harts are gal although their toongs be hony They speake not as they think but all is fained And onely to th' intent to be maintained 24 And herein happie I areade the poore No flattering Spaniels fawne on them for meate The reason is because the Countrey Boore Hath little inough for himselfe to eate No man will flatter him except himselfe And why because he hath no store of wealth 25 But sure it is not Liberality That doth reward these fawning smel-feasts so Jt is the vice of Prodigalitie That doth the the banks of Bountie ouerflo Bountie is dead yea so it needs must be Or if aliue yet is she dead to me 26 Therefore as one whose friend is latelie dead J will bewaile the death of my late friend Vpon whose tomb ten thousand teares I le shed Till drearie Death of me shall make an end Or if she want a Toomb to her desart On then I le bury her within my hart 27 But Bounty if thou loue a Tombe of stone Oh then seeke out a hard and stonie hart For were mine so yet would it melt with mone And all because that J with thee must part Then if a stonie hart must thee interr Goe finde a Step-dame or a Vsurer 28 And sith there dies no Wight of great account But hath an Epitaph compos'd by mee Bounty that did all other far surmount Vpon her Tombe this Epitaph shall be Here lies the Wight that Learning did maintaine And at the last by Auarice was slaine 29 Vile Auarice why hast thou kild my Deare And robd the world of such a worthy Treasure In whom no spark of goodnesse doth appeare So greedie is thy mind without all measure Thy death from Death did merit to release her The Murtherers deseru'd to die not Caesar. 30 The Merchants wife and Tender-harted Mother That leaues her Loue whos 's Sonneis prest for war Resting the one as woefull as the other Hopes yet at length when euded is the iarre To see her Husband see her Son againe wer it not then for Hope the hart were slaine 31 But I whose hope is turned to despaire Nere looke to see my dearest Deare againe Then Pleasure sit thou downe in Sorrowes Chaire And for a while thy wonted Mirth refraine Bounty is dead that whylome was my Treasure Bounty is dead my ioy and onely pleasure 32 If Pythias death of Damon were bewailed Or Pillades did rue Orestes end If Hercules for Hylas losse were quailed Or Theseus for Pyrithous Teares did spend then doe J mourne for Bounty being dead Who liuing was my hand my hart my head 33 My hand to helpe me in my greatest need My hart to comfort me in my distresse My head whom only J obeyd indeed If she were such how can my griefe be lesse Perhaps my words may perce the parcae's eares Jf not with words I le moue them with my teares 34 But ah alas my Teares