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A remembraunce of the wel imployed life, [and] godly end, of George Gaskoigne Esquire who deceassed at Stalmford in Lincolneshire the 7. of October. 1577. The reporte of Geor. Whetstons gent. an eye witnes of his godly and charitable end in this world.
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Whetstone, George, 1544?-1587?
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freely now all sortes of Men forgiue Their wrongs to me and wish them to amend And as good men in charitie should liue I craue my faults may no mans minde offend Lo heer is all I haue for to bequest And this is all I of the world request Now farwell Wife my Sonne Freends farwel Farwell O world the baight of all abuse Death where is thy stiÌ„g O Deuil where is thy hel I little forse the forâ—…es you can vse Yea to your teeth I doo you both defye Vt essem Christo cupio dissolui In this good mood an end woorthy the showe Bereft of speech his hands to God he heau'd And sweetly thus good Gaskaigne went a Dio Yea with such ease as no man there preceiu'd By strugling signe or striuing for his breth That he abode the paines and pangs of Death Exhortatio His Sean is playd you folowe on the act Life is but death til flesh and blood be stain God graunt his woords within your harts be pact As good men doo holde earthly pleasures bain The good for ther needs Vtuntur mundo And vse good deeds Vt fruantur Deâ—… Contemne the chaunge vse nay abuse not God Through holy showes this worldly muck to scratch To deale with men Saints is very od Hypocrisie a man may ouer catch But Hypocrite thy hart the Lord dooth see Who by thy thoughts not thy words wil iudge thee Thou iesting foole which mak'st at sin a face Beware that God in earnest plague thee not For where as he is coldest in his grace â—…uen there he is in vengeance very hot Tempt not to far the lathest man to fight When he is forste the lustiest blowes dooth smight You Courtiers check not MerchaÌ„ts for their gain 〈◊〉 by your losse doo match with them in blame The Lawyers life you Merchants doo not staine The blinde for slouth may hardly check the lame I meane that you in Ballance of deceit Wil Lawyers payze I feare with ouer waight You Lawyers now who earthly Iudges are you shal be iudg'd and therfore iudge aright you count Ignorantia Iuris no bar Then ignorance your sinnes wil not acquite Read read Gods law with which yours should agre That you may iudge as you would iudged bee You Prelats now whose woords are perfect good Make showe in woorks â–ª that you your woords insue A Diamond holdes his vertue set in wood but yet in Golde it hath a fresher â—…ue Euen so Gods woord tolde by the Deuil is pure Preacht yet by Saints it doth more heed procure And Reader now what office to thou haue to whose behoofe this breef discourse is tolde Prepare thy self eche houre for the graue the market eats aswel yong sheep as olde Euen so the Childe who feares the smarting rod The Father oft dooth lead the way to God. And bothe in time this worldly life shall leaue thus sure thou art but know'st not when to dye Then good thou liue least death doo the deceiue as through good life thou maist his force defye For trust me man no better match can make Then leaue vnsure for certain things to take Viuit post funera Virtus An Epitaph written by G. W. of the death of M. G. Gaskoygne For Gaskoygnes death leaue of to mone or morne You are deceiued aliue the man is stil A liue O yea and laugheth death to scorne In that that he his fleshly lyfe did kil For by such death tvvo liues he gaines for one His Soule in heauen dooth liue in endles ioye His vvorthy vvoorks such fame in earth haue sovvne As sack nor vvrack his name can there destroy But you vvill say by death he only gaines And hovv his life vvould many stand in stead O dain not Freend to counterchaunge his paynes If novv in heauen he haue his earned meade For once in earth his toyle vvas passing great And vve deuourd the svveet of all his svveat FINIS Nemo ante obitum beatus He was Sir Iohn G. sonne Heire Disinherited He serued in HollaÌ„d Prisoneâ—… in Hol. He had the Latin Italian French Dutch laÌ„guages His bookes publ Poyseâ—… Glasse of gouer meâ—… 〈◊〉 â—…asse Diet for drunkers Drum of dooÌ„sday Hunting He hath books to publish Enuy. Spight Suspect Care. No PhisicioÌ„ could find out his greefe The effect of his wil. Good meÌ„ â—…ocrites Careles â—…uers Courtiers Merchaâ—… Lawyeâ—… Prelats Readers ingenerall
lack for who can brook to see a painted crowe Singing a loft wheÌ„ Turtles mourn belowe What man can yeld to â—…arue among his books and see pied Doultes vppon a booty feed What honest minde can liue by fau'ring looks and see the lewd to rech a freendly deed What hart can bide in bloody warres to toile when carpet swads deuour that Soldiers spoile I am the wretch whom Fortune â—…irted soe These men were brib'd ere I had breth to speak Muse then no whit with this huge ouerthrowe though crusshig care my giltles hart doth break But you wil say that in delight doo dwell my outward showe no inward greef did tel I graunt it true but hark vnto the rest The SwaÌ„ in songs dooth knolle her passing beâ—… The Nightingale with thornes against her brest wheÌ„ she might mourn her sweetest layes doth yel The valiant man so playes a pleasant parte When mothes of mone doo gnaw vppoÌ„ his hart For proofe my self with care not so a feard But as hurt Deere waile though their wouÌ„ds alone When stoutly they doo stand amoÌ„g that heard So I that saw but few hark to my mone made choise to tel deaf walles my wretched plaint in sight of men who nothing seemd to faint But as oft vse dooth weare an iron cote as missing drops hard flints in time doth pearse By peece meales care so wrought me vnder foot but more then straunge is that I now rehearse Three months I liued and did digest no food when none by arte my sicknes vnderstood What helpeth then to dâ—…ath I needs must pine yet as the horse the vse of â—…arre which knowes If he be hurt will neither winch nor whine but til he dye poste with his Rider goes EueÌ„ so my hart whilst luÌ„gs may lend me breth Bares vp my limmes who liuingâ—… go like death But what auailes Achilles hart to haue King Cressus welth the sway of all the world The Prince the Peere so to the wretched slaue wheÌ„ death assaults froÌ„ earthly holdes are whorld Yea oft he strikes ere one can stir his eye Then good you liue as you would dayly dye You see the plight I wretched now am in I looke much like a threshed eare of torne I holde a forme within a wrimpled skin but from my bones the fat and flesh is worne See see the man late plesures Miniou â—…inde to the bones with care wretched mone See gallants see a picture worth the sight as you are now my self was heertofore My body late stute ful of manly might As bare as Iob is brought to Death his doore My hand of late which tought to win me fame Stif clung with colde wants forse to write my naÌ„e My legges which bare my body ful of flesh Vnable are â–ª to stay my bones vpright My tuÌ„g God wot which talkt as one would wish In broken woords can scarce my minde recite My head late stuft with wit and learned skill may now conceiue but not conuay my wil. What say you freends this sudain chaunge to see You rue my greef you doo like flesh and blood But mone your sinnes and neuer morne for me And to be plain I would you vnderstood My hatt dooth swim in seas of more delight Then your who seems to rue my wretched plight What is this world a net to snare the soule A mas of sinne a desart of decert A moments ioy an age of wretched dole A lure from grace for flesh a toothsome baight Vnto the minde a cankerworm of care Vnsure vniust in rendring man his share A place where pride oreruns the honest minde Wheer richmen ioynes to rob the shiftles wretch where bribing mists the iudges eyes doo blinde Where Parasites the fattest crummes doo catch where good deserts which chalenge like reward Are ouer blowen with blasts of light regard And what is man Dust Slime a puf of winde Conceiuâ—…d in sin plaste in the woorld with greef Brought vp with care til care hath caught his minde And then til death vouchsafe him some releef Day yea nor night his care dooth take an end To gather goods for other men to spend O foolish man that art in office plaste Think whence thou cam'st whether thou shalt goe The huge hie Okes small windes haue ouer cast when slender reeds in roughest wethers growe Euen so pale death oft spares the wretched wight And woundeth you who wallow in delight You lusty youths that nurish high desire Abase your plumes which makes you look so big The Colliers cut the Courtiars Steed wil tire Euen so the Clark the Parsones graue dooth dig Whose hap is yet heer longer life to win Dooth heap God wot but sorowe vnto sinne And to be short all sortes of men take heede the thunder boltes the loftye Towers teare The lightning flash consumes the house of reed yâ—…a more in time all earthly things will weare Saue only man who as his earthly liuing is Shall liue in wo orels in endles blis More would I say if life could lend me space but all in vain death waites of no mans will The tired Iade dooth trip at euery pace when paÌ„pered horse will praunce against the hil So helthfull men at long discourses sporte When few woords the sick would fain reporte The best is this my will is quickly made my welth is small the more my conscience ease This short accompt which makes me ill apaid my louing wife and sonne will hardly please But in this case to please them as I may These folowiÌ„g woords my testameÌ„t do wray My soule I first bequeath Almighty God and though my sinnes are greuous in his sight I firmly trust to scape his firy rod when as my faith his deer Sonne shall recite Whose precious blood to queÌ„ch his Fathers ire Is sole the cause that saues me from hel fire My Body now which once I decked braue from whence it cam vnto the earth I giue I wish no pomp the same for to ingraue once buried corn dooth rot before it liue And flesh and blood in this self sorte is tryed Thus buriall cost is with out proffit pride I humbly giue my gratious soueraign Queene by seruice bound my true and loyall hart And trueth to say 〈◊〉 â—…ight but rarely scene as Iron greues from th' adamant to parte Her highnes so hath â—…eachâ—… the Grace alone To gain all harts yet giues her hart to none My louing wife whose face I fain would see my loue I giue with all the welth I haue But sence my goods God knoweth but sleÌ„der bee most gratious Queene for Christ his sake I craue not for any seruice that I haue doon you will vouchsafe to aid her and my Sonne Come come deer Sonne my blessing take in parte and therwithall I giue thee this in charge First serue thou God then vse bothe wit and arte thy Fathers det of seruice to discharge which forste by death her Maiestie he owes beyond desarts who still rewardes bestowes I