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A11131 Looke to it: for, Ile stabbe ye Rowlands, Samuel, 1570?-1630? 1604 (1604) STC 21398; ESTC S110756 10,018 48

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Daunces stale You that do liue by shaking of the heele By hopping and by turning like a wheele I le Stabbe yee Ieffery Make-shift SHifter that liues without a lawfull calling And onely basenesse with your humor fittes That cares not in what myschefe you are falling But make an occupation of your wittes You that haue alwayes cheating Dice in store With Come sweete Fiue I holde yee sixe to foure You that can cunningly in Cookes shops brawle And shew your selfe in Choller 's mighty heate while your Consort steales Victuals from the stall To finde your poore and needy stomacke meate You that for all your diet with your Hoast Do set your hand in Chalke vnto his Poast I le Stabbe you Spend-thriftes and ill Husbandes YOu carelesse wretches of the wastfull vaine That for your Families will not prouide But liue in Idlenesse and take no paine Spending your owne and other mens beside That wife and children vtterly neglect And to your seruantes neuer haue respect You that do wish them hang'd will purchase landes Tearming him that spares Mony worse then madde You that commit your Stocke to Vitlers handes With Tush a merry Hart outliues a sadde You that are a good fellow to your friende Druncke from the weekes beginning to the ende I le Stabbe yee Haue at you all to stabbe and kill There flies my Dart light where it will HEe that will take no warning let him chuse Few wordes my maisters I intende to vse My deede and word togither alwayes goe I loue plaine dealing you shall finde it so The Stabbe I promise and the Stabbe I le pay Your Hartes shall haue it on their dying day But thinke that day is very long to come And you shall liue more yeeres then other some Thinke though your friendes and kindred dayly die You shall escape your turne is nothing nie Put my remembrance farre out of your minde For wicked men no hope in Death can finde They thinke vpon me with a cruell feare They quake and tremble when my name they heare I bring but heauie newes their soules to greeue Yet till I come they will it not beleeue Hee that hath health and ease with gould stor'd still And nere in 's life did good nor neuer will Tell him of Death of Iudgement and the Graue And what reward in Hell the wicked haue That very shortly he shall not be heere That with his flesh the Wormes shall make good-cheere That other men his hoarded goodes shall share That hence he must depart poore naked bare That earth's delightes shall be of no esteeme That all the world cannot a Soule redeeme That Diues begg's for drops where torments dwell That there 's no comfort to be had in Hel. That they which haue done good to Heau'n shall go That they which haue done ill to endles wo. His blockish Sences worldes conceites so smother It enters one eare and goes out at tother Therefore let him that will hold on his course Goe on in euill and be worse and worse T is nothing vnto mee if hee le not mende I le Stabbe him for the Deuill there 's an ende Drinke and be merry as good fellowes do And if you please you may be drunken to Carouse your drunkardes health 's from day to day Till I and Sicknesse take your health away Sweare and blaspheme Gods sacred holy name And take delight in doing of the same Thunder out Oathes such as in Hell are bred Vntill I teare thy tongue out of thy head Beare thy selfe proude as loftie as thou can Dispise the poore disdaine an humble man Boast of thy store of wealth thy worldly wit I le turne thy flesh and bones to rot for it Mallice thy neighbour cause thou see'st him thriue And for to get away his lyuing striue Vndoe him if thou can'st and for that sinne I le leaue thee but a Clout to wrap thee in Rayse Rentes apace builde Houses purchase Landes Be alwayes raking with Oppressins handes Thinke all is lawfull purchase thou can'st catch from thy distressed friendles needy wretch Buye thy poore neighbours House ouer his head Turne him and 's children out to begge their bread Deale cruelly with those are in thy debt And let them at thy handes no fauour get Send them to Prison there in all distresse To taste the mercie of the mercilesse I le shackle thee for stirring handes or feete Within a Coffin and a Winding-sheete Say to thy selfe as once the Churle did say Whose soule the Deuill fetch'd that night away For many yeeres much goodes thou hast in store Eate drinke be merry take delight therefore Exclude all Pittie Conscience and Remorce Get Goodes it skils not how by fraude or force I le come vpon thee when thou thinkest least And thou shalt die as thou did'st liue a Beast Dissemble cunning do it with a grace Giue all kind wordes before thy neighbours face Protest thy kindnesse he shall neuer lacke Yet hang him if thou can'st behind his backe Flatter and fawne with falshood pray vpon him Bestow the courtecie of Iudas on-him Of all thy villany I keepe a score Ere long thou shalt deceiue the world no more Be a Time-seruer liue as others doo With some prophane with some religious too Yet howsoeuer thou hast done or spoke Let thy Religion serue but as a cloke Thinke th' art a man from whom much wisedome flowes If thou can'st blinde the eyes of men with showes To get thy selfe Gods curse with worldlings prayse Why t' is a sinne most common now adayes Looke to it wretch as sure as Death so sure An euerlasting Hell thou shalt endure Striue and contende reuenge the least offence Threaten by Law vrge to extreame expence Spende many a pound in quarrell of a penny And be it right or wrong yeeld not to any Let no man haue the ending of thy cause But onely Lawyers try it by the Lawes I le Stabbe thee foole there 's no Atturnyes fee Can finde out Law to be reueng'd on mee Builde sumtuous Houses tytle them thine owne Make wrong pay-maister for the wood and stone Let thy Wiues pride be all thy Tennants woe Because the Deuill and shee will haue it so Hood-her and Mask-her Fanne her with a Feather Let Vanitie and Lightnesse go together Vpon the pleasure of thy Hawkes and Houndes Waste it away most prodigall by poundes Be bountifull in spending on a Whore And myserable to relieue the poore Feaste euery day as once the Glutton did And none but Gluttons to thy Banquets bid Receiue thy foode as Beastes do feede on Grasse Sit downe like th'Oxe and rise as doth the Asse Steale Gods good guiftes and neuer vse his name Vnlesse in swearing to abuse the same Liue as thou list but for thy time so spent By me to Iudgement hence thou shalt be sent And this resolue howeuer Sinne doth dlind-thee Eu'en as Death leaues thee so shal Iudgement find-thee FINIS Deathes Epitaph vpon euery mans Graue BEhold the state of all the Sonne of Men That liue to die and die they know not when How Flowerlike they wither and decay How soone Deaths Sith doth mow them downe like Hay How vaine a thing of all thinges els is Man How short his life is measur'd out a span How he is borne with teares brought vp in paine And how with sighes he leaues the world againe FINIS S. R.
Looke to it FOR I le Stabbe ye Imprinted at London by E. Allde for W. Ferbrand and George Loftes and are to be solde in Popes-head Allie 1604. THere is a Humour vs'd of late By eue'ry Rascall swagg'ring mate To giue the Stabbe I le Stabbe sayes hee Him that dares take the wall of me If you to pledge a health denie Out comes his Poniard there you lie If his Tabacco you dispraise He sweares a Stabbe shal end your daies If you demaund the Debt he owes Into your guts his Dagger goes Death seeing this doth take his Dart and he performes the Stabbing part he spareth none be who it will his lisence is the World to kill S. R. Deaths great and generall Challenge I Do defie the World and all therein My challenge at the Scepter doth begin Downe to the Plough Swaine come who dare in place Set foote to mine and looke me in the face My flesh and fat doth make no burlie show A raw-b●ne fellow all the World doth know To deale at sundry Weapons J refuse As Fencers when they play their prizes vse Of Sword and Dagger I haue little skill Rapier I neuer wore nor neuer will My sight is very bad to haue about For I le assure you both mine Eyes be out But at the Irish Dart J onely deale Whose Hart I hit I nere knew Surgeon heale My Horse is pale well pac'd I neuer shoo-him Sainct Georges Gelding was a ●ade vnto-him I would ride often when I goe on foot But there 's no Shoo-maker can fit me ' a Boote Deaths Prologue to his Tragicall Stabbe TO no degree or facultie I do intende offence Al those I threaten heere to stab send the wretches hence Are such as tremble when they heare what fatall Stab I giue For though I kill both good and bad all creatures that do liue The good are neuer terrified with any power I haue I open the them Doore of life the chiefest thing they craue But to the wicked gracelesse sort most fearefull appeare Because I sende them to a place doth passe all torments heere To thē the name of Death seems Death Oh t is a fearful sound For of the hope of life to come they want assured ground From this bad World vnto a worse I send them forth to dwell I am the Iaylor leading them vnto the vault of Hell Good newes vnto the good J bring but to the wicked euill Because I send the one to God the other to the Deuill Such as feare God they feare not me but bid me do my worst If any finde himselfe agreeu'd I le stabbe that fellow first Tyrant Kinges YOu high Imperious crowne-contending Kings Who for Earth's glory not Religions good Turne humane bodies into bloudy springs And die the ground with slaught'red christians blood That for the gayning of an earthly Crowne Will tosse a spatious Kingdome vpside downe You that deuorce the husbands from their wiues By fatall warre the endlesse foe to peace you that denye poore new-borne Babes their liues and will not graunt sweet life an howers lease That care not how or by what meanes you raigne So you the golden Crowne and Scepter gaine I le Stabbe yee VVicked Magistrates NObles and Iudges mightie men on Earth That carelesse cast the sword of Iustice by And let your pleasures surfeit in their myrth Not lending poore mens Plaints eare hand nor eye Suff'ring the Iust vniustly be opprest When the oppressor liues at ease and rest Forgetting God whom you should represent In all the actions of your publique place Yeelding the world your hartes with full consent To gather Mammon hoording wealth apace You that nere thinke your selues must once appeere To giue account how you haue Iudged heere I le Stabbe yee Curious Diuines DIuines that are together by the eares Puft vp high-minded seedes men of dissention Striuing vntill Christes seame-lesse garments teares Making the Scriptures follow your inuention Neglecting that whereon the soule should feede Imployde in that whereof soules haue no neede Curious in thinges you neede not stir about Such as concerne not matter of saluation Giuing offence to them that are without Vpon whose weaknes you should haue compassion Causing the good to grieue the bad reioyce Yet you with Martha make the worser choyce I le Stabbe yee Couetous Lawyers LAwyers that wrest the Law to your affection To fauour or disfauour as you please And keepe your Clyants purses in subiection Till some doe get Peirce pennylesse disease Nor caring how their cause do stand or fall So you your selues get golde to rise withall That whyle you deale with Angels serue the Deuill Because you banish Conscience out of towne Couetousnesse you knowe's a damned euill And yet you wrap it with you in your Gowne You that with if's with and 's demurrs delayes Bring Causes in consumptions and decayes I le Stabbe yee Vp-start Courtier COurtier whose hart with pride so mighty growes thou wilt not to thy Father mooue thy Hat because he weares a paire of ruslet Hose Thy Veluet Breeches looke awry at that Nay ere he shall disgrace thee thou wilt rather Sweare by the Lord that he is not thy Father You that deny the stocke from whence you came thrusting your selfe into some Gentle kin you that will giue your selfe an other name Which must not from an old Thatcht-house begin you that will haue an Armes shall grace you too Though your poore Father cobled many a Shoo. I le Stabbe yee VVealthye Cittizens YOu Cittizens that are of Diues wealth His costly cloathing and his dainty fare Regarding nothing but selfe-ease and health How euer Lazarus lyes poore and bare your Dogges are not so kinde to licke their sores But rather serue to bite them from your dores You that do make your Tables Poulters stalles Great prouocation to the sinfull flesh And though the famish'd hunger-starued calles For Iesus sake with Crummes our wantes refresh Your Dishes haue the food for which they cry You play with that for which they pine and die I le Stabbe yee Greedy Vsurer THou Fur-gown'd slaue exceeding rich and olde Ready to be deuowred of the Graue Thou that wilt sell a soule to purchase Gold And gold still gold nothing but golde dost craue Thou most extreame hard-harted cruell wretch Whome Hell gapes for the Deuill comes to fetch Thou that wilt not forbeare an howers time But wilt a forfayture seueerely take Thou that by crueltie to wealth dost clyme And threatnest Dice of poore mens bones to make Hauing that rustie gold vpon thy hand For which there 's thousandes perish in the land I le stabbe yee Cursed Swearers THou that dost take Gods holy name in vaine Which is of wondrous feare and reuerence Thou that reprou'd wilt vtter Oathes againe To grieue him that admonish'd thy offence Thou that wilt say He that 's agreeu'd with swearing May stop his eares or get him out of hearing Thou that wilt sweare a truth not to be so And sweare that