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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

But now to you which haue both charge and sway You must be braue for fame and credite sake Yet must you pinch no souldier of his pay Lest nipt with néede poore slaue his héeles hée take In heate of blowes before his head doth ake What then well kept a few will do more good Then store of lowtes which feare to loose their blood 56 Dead payes will helpe to chéerish all the rest And likewise you shall finde therein some gaine And when to filch your souldiers are addrest Fléese you their pray thē chide them for their paine For stragling out from resdue of their traine Ne spare to spoile when force doth foile your foe Take time and tide least fortune play the shroe 57 The lawyer hée w doubtes that dulls his braine For tenne yeares space his time in studie spends Ere practise his doth purchase stoare of gaine Too long a plague so long to fawne on friends And spend on stoare in hope of after mends And therefore sure deceite deserues no curse For working meanes meane while to fill his purse 58 And yet in ●ooth a grote will buy his gift A booke of notes remembraunce t' is to ease Wherein is writ full many a prettie shift Post facto stuf and Non est factum please By larger grauntes the lease away to fease Conditioned releases how to frame By former wordes the latter for to lame 59 Such quillets nyce when thus you noted haue Some practise néedes must print them in your thought Set such at Lawe in wordes as late but straue And when they both in backhouse ditch are brought To poule them both let some deuise be wrought Forget not this when writings hit your hand If youthes them owe with doubtes to lame his land 60 With hope of gaine his gréedy minde else moue To voyde some graunt or worke some leases wracke A lease of trust then must the title proue At leasure yet this timelesse trust turne backe Your interest small his greatest right will sacke For once in proofe this prouerbe still doth last A little lyme A foule will fetter fast 61 Physicians now that weyes how weake wée are Newe cures must search our griefes are now so straunge Old Gallens drugges our time vnfitteth farre Augmented then his cures abroade must raunge For healthlesse men on euery hope will chaunge But once reteynde be sure thou vse this course Another blame although thy selfe be worse 62 Sée your receites some lightning yéeld at first To worke conceites within your patients thought Persuade him still his paine is at the worst Yet heale and harme till wished gaine be wrought But for the poore sée some reléefe be sought And for your paines let rich men gréeued pay No cure performde your custome will decay 63 But now to you whom office doth aduaunce For your behoofe I forst imploy my paine You come deuaunt vppon a sorrie chaunce Yea stocke you set vppon a tickle maine Durant levie no longer lastes your gaine And ere you sway some thousand poundes must fle● Which is not raysde in hast vppon your fée 64 In tenne yeares space fiue hundred markes a yeare Unto his heire who purchase not to leaue Shall sure be blamde of mysers euery where If truth cause lacke most say the rest deceaue If all be false few will such faultes conceiue Once wronge you must a thousand for this gaine How voyde you then the penall statutes paine 65 You are forbid inroulements for to rase To fit your friend or foile your hated foe To saue old seales to giue forg'd writtes their grace To chaunge records a frendly turne to showe For once you may both helpe and ouerthrowe Yet vse you must both meanes by slie deuise But frosted bée for feare of slippery yse 66 Prouide a cloake to couler stil your crime Then worke your will Apollo oft doth fléepe But if your wyles do come to light in time To salue such misse some carelesse seruaunt kéepe Plague him with blame when you the profite reape What if sharpe checkes do put you in some feare The gaine remaines the tauntes in time doth weare 67 Mas gaylor néedes must taste of this my gift Extortion cryes against his yron fées What then in hould this is your onely shift With shackles huge your prisoners to displease Thus pincht good soules they will pay pray and please Pence poucht ne dreade although they stoutly crake To vse redresse poore prisoners vnde lacke 68 Now gallants learne whom brauery still consumes To royst in silkes to flaunt in coulers gay To pranke your wiues vp in their Pecockes plumes To snuffe to scorne to looke beyond your sway To finde a mint to féede your mindes with play To hauke to hunt to boast to braule and fight Which are the thoughtes that féede you with delight 69 This cost is more then carelesse youthes forethinke But cost ne care their hautie mindes can vaile Syth not sée ●ines your farmers Eofers shrinke Of timber trées then strike the loftie saile The bodies next will serue for bord and pale If all these helpes your charge will not defraye But still your names in merchauntes iornalls staye 70 To flote your mindes if house and land must flée To two or thrée the same giue graunt and sell Caue emptor to thy assuraunce sée Hap well hap ill some spéedeth pretie well The rest must take their fortune as it fell Shift you for one the world to fraude is bent Coyne stayes your friend when fléering wordes are spent 71 Come merchaunts come and take in worth my gift Whose Lynxes eyes in younge mens state doe prie Their losse your gaine their spending is your thrift They broche your bagges till all their lyuing flie But holla hoe a bug is Usurie Hée houldes you backe from thrée times tenne to take On morgage good least no returne you make 72 What resteth then your coyne will rust saunce vse And statute loane cannot content your thought Well fare a shift both lawe and them t' abuse You know in prime each thing is easily wrought The dog to draw the horse to order brought The skillesse youth is wonne with euery gaude The reason is his thought is frée from fraude 73 To worke this feate sée that you vse this course When dolefull knell doth bidde a churle adue Send streight to know on whom death vsd this force Not to this end your neighbours fate to rue But of his heire in hast so 〈◊〉 a ●ew If hée be younge well left and easily wonne To feede his dame ▪ sée wordes and workes be donne 74 Some prettie summe on small assuraunce lend If youth be slowe at leasure bid him pay Some times bestowe good counsell as his friend But helpe him to ech toy to make him gay To pay for all at length will come a day By péecemeales thus in lash hée wil be brought In daunger once let this deuise be wrought 75 Get some

hate although 〈◊〉 heart do loue Yea farre from wish our woordes must menace mone And yet this shew of force must néedes séeme straunge Unto vs both twéene whome was neuer strife But let it helpe I neuer meane to chaunge But kéepe my vowe vnfallsed as my life These simple shiftes wée silly wenches worke To quenche or coole our ielous friends suspect Whose Lynxes eyes in euery corner lurcke To tric and spoy what worketh our defect Thus farewell friend I wil be short with thée Thou knowest my loue in darkest cloudes will shine And though in show my woordes from woorkes agrée Yet thinke I am and euer wil be thine ¶ The reiected louer with earnest desire pursues the sight of his disdainfull Mystresse THe dampe of do●le hath chaoked my delight Sharpe frumpes 〈◊〉 frostes doth nip my silly ioy My glymering grace is darkned with despight Yea sullen thoughtes my souereigne so accoy As mistes of scorne still falleth on my faith My cleare conceiptes are clowded oore with care And yet my heart aye mée no power hath To shunne the storme that sheweth all this scare O straunge effectes of blinde affected loue To haunt the yll whereby our mischiefes moue Much like the flye that buzzeth by the flame And makes a sport to sée the candle light Till she vnwares be sindged in the same And so with death doth buy her fond delight Or as the mouse that frisketh by the trap At length is mou'd to medle with the bayt Which weaues God wot the web of her mishap The bridge doth fal and she is baind with weight Such swéete conceits inticing sorrowes bréede To sterue with woe when ioy makes fare to féede With which effectes I finde my fancies witcht I féele the flame yet can not shun the fire Th' inticing trap I sée on treason pitcht And yet the bayte to byte I haue desire But O yll hap to worke my harmes increase Both mischiefes want the forerecyted force I finde no death ▪ my sorrowes to appease And so my state then other misers worse But sure my fault or fate ordaines it so And therfore I do take in worth this woe A Gentlewoman falsely deceiued with faire wordes forsweareth hereafter to be wonne with flattering promises GIue me my worke that I may sit and sowe And so escape the traines of trustlesse men I finde too true by witnesse of my woe How the faire wordes with faithles works they blen Much Syren like with swéete inticing call We sillie dames to witch and wrap in thrall O cruell friend whose false of faith I rue Thou forcest me to count all men vniust For if that vowor othe might make one true Thou vsedst such as well might force to trust But I betrayd by too farre trusting thée Wil hencefoorth take faire words euen as they be I will be deafe though thousands sue for grace My sight as dym if lights in silence plead Salt teares no oath within my hart shall place For this shall be my song and dayly reade Poore I that liu'd in thraldome linckt of yore Vnbound at length will learne to loue no more The pitious complaint of Medea forsaken of Iason liuely bewraying the slipperie hold in sugred words A Mid the desart woods I rue and shew my fate Exild O wretch frō courtly ioyes bereft of princes state O loue from whence these plagues procéede For seruice true is this thy méede What vaileth now my skil or sight in Magiches lore May charmed hearbs suffice to help or cure my festred sore A salue I shapt for others smart My selfe to ayde I want the Arte. I made the wayward Moone against the Sunne to striue And gastly ghostes from burial graues ful oft I did reuiue To counterchaunge the same with death In flowre of youth some yealded breath What future harmes insude I shewd to other wights And wanted skil for to preuent my present pensiue plights Why did I leaue my natiue soyle In forreine land to haue the foyle Thy loue O Iason false to winne I sparde no paine Although Medeas loyaltie be guerdoned with disdaine The goulden fléece thou wert to blame To beare away I wonne the same But lordly lookes full oft and slippry seruice eke To harmelesse Ladies haue béene vowde to catch the suters séeke And then depart from plighted othe Their sugred woordes yéelde sealdome trothe Where be the carelesse vowes feareles othes thou sweare Whē I imbarkt frō Colches coast the mountaine waues did teare Where is thy faith for goulden fléece To crowne mée Quéene of famous Greece Might not thy traytrous mind in lue of friendships lore Forsake me wretch among my friends but that with saile and ore Thou me conuaydst to place vnknowne Amonge wyld beastes to make my moue Who gainst their sauage kinde do worke me wretch no yll But séemes for to lament my case or else the Gods y will. My lothed life should lengthned bée To guerdon my iniquitie ¶ The forsaken louer pretilie nippeth his Ladies inconstancie for that as he thought shee matched with his baser in accompt wherein coulerablie he discouereth both their names THe Gallie slaue which stil● doth stirre the ore If haplie hée his wished hauen espies With restlesse toile doth plie to be on shore Haile in a maine my mates hée chéerely cries But when with rough repulse from blissefull bay Hée is inforst on seas againe to stray Unhappie wight then drownde in déepe despaire Powres forth his plaintes with flouds of brackish teares ▪ With whome I now do claime a partie share ● Imbarkt in hope where will the stearne did wylde Thy faith was guide which falsed me beguylde My sailes of sighes my tackle framde of trust With blisse and bale thus armed was my barke Now vaunst on high now throwne downe to the dust Now fraught with ioy now forst to care and carke Yet quiet calme at length of friendships lore Did séeme to guide my shiuered ship to shore And entring in the narrowe brooke of blisse Triumph quoth I dame Fortune hath the foyle The mends is made that quiteth euery misse Aduentrous boy now reape thy fruits of toyle But trust to top of Fortunes fickle whéele Thy faith did slide and I began to réele For bitter blastes of rage and déepe disdaine My ankers lost my ship so sore they shooke That I againe was glad broad seas to gaine To scape the flats within thy blisselesse brooke And whilste in hope I winde and weather waite A baggish banke I sawe to passe thy straight Agrieud wherat through hate I houng the lip And sayd too true that waues and women grée Which saues the boate and spoiles the gallant ship So Ladies loue lightes oft in base degrée And then I vow'd from which I will not swarue To haunt you both no more then néede shal serue The louer attributeth his curelesse wound to chaunce by louing long LOng haue I lost my libertie Alas through loue long haue I so Long haue I stoode in ieopardie In louing

their turnes stricke not to play the Bée Scorne not for gaine in age to holde the doore They once were yong that were your bandes before 101 And now my larges giuen farewel foule guile Farewel O world no wile shal make me rich My mynd abhorres welth won by falshoodes vyle To mount by fraud I loth such loftie pitch I can not scratch the harmelesse ere they itch If due desart proude Flatterie pyneth still I list not fawne play hypocrite that will. 102 Fare wel fare wel O world farewel againe Thou now God wot frō wonted course doest réele The clergie once in preaching tooke great paine Whose words in works bare witnes of their zeale Most now in words but few in workes reueale They teach with toung when thought on tything is O wicked world thy wealth is cause of this 103 O world accurst in court thou settest pryde Whose mynions are fraude flatterie and disdaine They pyne desart before his truth be tryde They forge offened well meaning mindes to staine They cast at al yet sildome lose amaine Wo worth the world thy brauerie works the wracke Of such in court as well deserue and lacke 104 The souldier stout foreséeing small reliefe For seruice doone if spoyled honre he comes As forst to play no souldier but the théefe When fortune fits to gather vp his crumbes For once at home poore store of pence he thumbes O world thy wealth with rulers worketh so As what they haue they hardly will forgo 105 The lawe first made to wéede out wrongs for right To yeald amends vnto the poore opprest ●s wrested nowe for fauour or for spight Nowe monie so corrupts the Lawyers breast That daying is for poore mens suits the best Yea such effects in worldly muche doth lurke As iudges harme where helpe they ought to worke 106 Fine fare and slouth discases strange do bréede And grieued wights will spare no cost for ease But golden fées so doth Physicians féede As séelde or nere they rich mens paines appease With drinks and drugs they still do them displease O wicked world thy welth first wrought their grief Thy wealth againe doth hinder their reliefe 107 Desire of gaine make offices so heape As solde they be not giuen who best deserues Who buyeth deare séelde thriues by selling cheape Who wrongeth yet from honest getting swerues No force for that fewe nowe such course obserues Thus pelfe O world first makes the Doner foule To leauie mendes the Done néedes must poule 108 Each pleasant paine each swéete inticing sowre O world thou workst our wanton yeres to witch And not content we should our selues deuour But churles thou sett'st to clawe vs ere we itch Thou burnst the byrde and bastes the bacon stitch O spiteful world thou hap frank harts dost grutch And grieuest churles by giuing of too much 109 The merchant once bent all his care to seas In forreine soyle he sought desired gaine Then was his toyle to common wealth an ease And he deseru'd his wish in lye of paine But nowe at home he findes a swéeter vaine Sance venter nowe he will in wealth abound Foule fall the wight this second trade that found 110 The reachlesse héede youthes haue in large expence To flaunt it out their cost no care to thriue Inticeth churles with shewe of good pretence In prime of pride their maintnance to depriue For lymed once small bootes the wrong'd to striue Right Cousners haue such helps friends at néede As struange it is to sée how ●leare they spéede 111 Thy pryde O world doth bréede such wanton thought As most men nowe receiue dame Venus hyre To stoupe faire dames such sharp assaults are sought Such proffers large such wiles to winne desire As wonder t' is what fortes are set on fire Who sinneth not is such a gnawing bone To raise this siege that fewe will throwe a stone 112 Fye on the world fye on thy soule deceites Fye on thy fraude thy flatterie and thy pryde Fye on thy shifts thy subtilties and sleites Fye on thy cloakes thy filthy crimes to hyde Adieu adieu I can thée not abyde And thee O God for euermore I laude For kéeping me vntainted so with fraude 113 For though I haue consumd my dayes in thral Now death drawes néere my coūt is quickly made And well I wot death doth all sorts appall The prince the poore yea men of euery trade Who lewdly liues with recknings huge is lade Thus worldlings griefe where mine doth eb doth flowe A sorrie swéete to end with sowre woe 114 Through conscience I féele no thought of hell I conquer'd haue of dreadful death the feare Where is thy sting where doth thy furie dwell Where is thy force O Death wher is thy speare Assault say I that with my Christe I were I ready am both euening noone and morne The diuell the world and all their works I scorne Lenuoy 115 YOu worldlings chiefe to you this tale I tell God graunt my words be to your woundes a leache The fruites of fraude vntold you knowe too well Yea better then my naked Muse can teach But to this end this dririe plaintes I preach That hencefoorth you to getting haue such eye As you may liue as though you dayly dye 116 And least the lewde should wrest my worde amis I do exempt the good of euery trade The which I trust will not repine at this To shew thy praise this checking verse was made The Clergie first at whome a glaunce I had Of them there be great store of preachers good To shewe the truth that will not spare their blood 117 There are in court that liue in worthy fame And well deserue renoune and credite both Some officers will take no bribes for shame Some laweyers are to sowe dissention loth And citizens with whome I séemde so wroth I néedes must graunt how so my Muse did square Of euery trade a number honest are 118 The souldier now whom I do honour much How so I toucht their faults that do offend I graunt we haue of noble souldiers such As maimes to fame that will those vices shend I blame none such the rest I wish amend Physicians good as many sure there be Will not repine the lewde reprou'd to sée 119 How so I toucht some scriueners faults at quicke There are of those I knowe of honest fame Such haue no cause against my Muse to kicke Nor yet the lewde that wisely weyes the same I blase abuse yet touch no creatures name Yea to be shore ●●ypt no foot of men That truly can w●th malice charge my pen. Veritas non querit angulos G.W. opinion of trades as touching gaine written to his especiall friend maister R.C. MIne owne good friend ▪ since thou so faine wouldst know What kynde of trade doth yeald the surest gaine My iudgement now of some I meane to showe And after toyle which quiteth best thy paine The merchant he which cuts the mounting seas With

his death forwarnes his friends A note of worth of quarreling that still with mischiefe endes And yet with such abuse I meane not him to tuch But this I say hée prou'd it true by once hée fought to much 3. An other note hée leaues the which to showe I quake His spéeding wound so reft his sense as word hée neuer spake Gods pleasure in the cause I leaue for to dispute Hée knewe his thoughts wée knowe his life then iudge t' were better mute Yet learne you by his fate if you examples feare You haue no charter of your life then best you do prepare Your selues eche houre to die least you be tarde tooke You are here warnd with ouer proofe into your conscience looke Hora mortis incertissima ¶ An Epitaphe on the death of his especiall friend Thomas Cornelius Gent slaine in the Prince of Orenge his seruice in Holland YOu lustie youthes that sometime were his friends Cornelius life here may you liuely reade In spite of death his vertues neuer endes Whose worthie pathes are méete for you to treade At home hée séeld in any quarels fell All sortes hée pleasd hée vsde himselfe so well When Flushing frayes were roung with swéete report Our English youthes post hast them thether hie Where as they found God wot but sorrie sport Farre from the speach that of the gaine did flie With whom in hope who hap did well deserue Away hée goes the Orenge Prince to serue And plaste at length amonge the drunken Dutch Hée quite forgot hée went to fight for pence The marke of fame was that hée sought to touch The which he hit before hée parted thence With slender pay at first hée was content And yet his minde stil with the foremost went. Though harebrainde youthes at such preferment spurne And gape for charge ere they them selues can guide Although hée had of friends to serue his turne Hée l●●t such sute till his desert were tride In all Al-armes to fight hée soone was prest In heate of blowes as forward as the best That hée vnsawe syld skirmishes there were Such paines hée tooke to scale the fort of fame The coine hée had ▪ hée grudged not to share For their reliefe that sickly were or lame Of euery sort thus wonne hée worthie praise From best to worst that seru'd in Holland fraies Two yeares and more hée tasted souldiers toiles And did escape when other men were slaine But kéeping still a coile in bloudie broiles I sighe to show God wot hée caught his baine Who being dead though no man may reuiue Yet shall my Muse his vertues kéepe aliue Mors honesta ignominiosae vitae praeferenda VVhetstons inuectiue against Dice MY Muse to mount Parnassus hill Which whilom tokst delight Faire Venus ioyes to set to vew And wray blind Cupids spite Go shrowde thy selfe in Limbo lake This dririe tale to tell Of Dice to figure forth the frute A second showe of hell There craue the ayde of wrathfull sprites The Authors of this art And ioyne with them such hellish impes As waytes to woorke our smart For sure their plagues to paint aright Beséemeth well the toile Of him that pend the paines of hell How Plutoes thralles do broile The lustie youth with lyuing left Whose woe is wealth and ease To line his purse with powling fines His tenaunts pence doth fease Then doth hée beare a loftie saile As one that dreads no want These sneaking curs now raunge abrode To finde this nouis haunt One bitten dog aboue the rest Doth great acquaintaunce craue Whose kindred blasde and friendship voucht Hée treates of counsell graue Trust mée good cus trust mée hée cries When first I left my guide This towne did weaue my webbe of cares Before that craft I spyde Eche shifting slaue did search the meane A mate to make mée méete Then hée the names bewrayes of some Himselfe to make him swéete The lustie brute which feares no fraude Doth count his cunning blist Who thinkes he hath a saint in hand Yet shakes syr Sathans fist Their friendship new by gréeting oft Now grafted in their brest His kindred coynde in cousners stampe Inuites him as his guest Who kindly thankes him for his cost And craues amends to make Then trudge they to some tabling house Their hunger for to slake Where daintie fare great store they finde Their naperie faire and swéete And gallants gay with Conges kinde Their comming for to gréete A bounsing gyrle they sildome misse To furnish forth their messe Whose chyrping tongue with pleasaunt speach Doth cheare her chosen gesse There shall you heare described plaine Eche forreine towne and towre Augmented newes of warlike frayes Where fortune late did lowre As cold as snow some couch their scoffes And some to rayling prest In plesaunt speach some play the K. And makes thereon a ieast And some so plainly figures forth The fruites of Venus court That honest eares doth scorne to heare Their vaine and vile report Their dinner done they leaue this speach The gamsters call for dice Where posting Iacke to rub the bord Doth come euen with a trice To you you furies now I leaue This foule abuse to wray Their foysting shiftes my Muse doth mase Their othes my pen doth fray Tenne mine alowde some cogger cryes Thrée mine some youth doth say Gods bloud eleuen well sworne in faith The caster cryes to pay Sixe is the maine what do you sett Well tenne to sixe I haue Two flues gods hart then for the house The boxer streight doth craue And nine Come ye and nine this crowne Well chaunce at it I say Aumes ase gods wounds t' is not my lucke Two maynes to throwe this day Some hypocrites do murder othes Faire Gamsters for to séeme But of both euils to choose the best The doubt were hard I déeme Perhaps some gallant fortune hauntes Good hap his hand doth guide His purse aflote within his brest Doth lurke disdainfull pride Then roists hée in his ratling silkes And sortes with Venus dames Whose luring lookes inforce his heart To frie in Cupids flames To traine him in hee shall inioy Eche outward show of blisse In secrete sport they wil be coy They feare to do amisse A sute of Laune my Lady lackes Or else some trifling cheane A cawle of gold and other knackes My nouis purse must gleane The haggard then that checkt of late Will stoupe to fancies lure And inward bend at euery becke No storme shall chaunge procure Her christall eyes shall still be fixt To stare vppon his face Her daintie armes shall try their force Her louer to imbrace Her Rub●e lippes by stelth shée will Bée ioyning vnto his With courage vaunst her friend to force To fall to Venus blisse Then will shée play Galatheas part To make his ioy more swéete By striuing yéeld who neuer thought From such deuise to fléete To frame excuse for late offence The queane will cog apace She will alledge his sugred woordes

glad to royst in rotten ragges My purse me oft prelerd to play in pleasures lappe Wel may I wish but want I shal by wāt to reach such hap The reporter This complaint folowing sufficiently sheweth that Plasmos being somwhat behind hand by reason of his former vnthriftines hauing notwithstāding very proper liuing vnhappilie hit in acquaintaunce with certaine couseners who seing his sufficiente abilitie supplied his want from time to time with monie till they had wrapt him in very daungerous and cumbersome bonds so that hée had no way to winde himselfe out of their daunger but either by long leasure or sellinge some parcell of his land but by reason that it was intayled none would deale with him vntil a recouerie were had therof Plasmos hauing no experience in those causes and reposing a great confidence in one Liros one of the said companions committed the trust of his recouery vnto him who traiterously persuaded and instructed by Frenos his confederate by chaunging and counterfetting o● déedes had purchaste all Plasmos liuing for nothing if he and his felowes eagre desire of the possession by Plasmos vntimely destruction had not decyphered their deuilish deceites But sith the circumstances be longe and in reporting them I should passe my purpose I leaue their lewdnes vnto their owne reporting who in the prime of their mischiefes worthily visited with miseries to disburden their consciences of a number of villanies hereafter shall make discourse of their owne dealinges In the meane while Plasmos hauing new knowledge of and not yet remedied their indirect practises and also being a litle before maymed on his right hande by reason of a certaine quarel that Liros had raysed betwéene certaine youthes and himselfe the said Plasmos ioyning the said mischiefes with other his euill fortunes complayneth as followeth P. Plasmos to his mishap HOw should I frame my plaint how shall I tell my tale Whom should I blame whom shall I bane as worker of my bale Sith heauen and earth are bent to bruse mée with their hate What bootes mée wretch to rage at fraude or raile on lucklesse fate Whom neuer hap did haunt but thousand harmes affraide In prime of youth vntimely death first tooke my surest ayde Then rose a lawlesse friend that likt my rouing youth Hée gaue mée will to sucke my wealth alas the more the ruth I lothed forced thrift hée liked no expence And Tutors loue not for to toile without reward of pence Which lacke to late I rue The greater mischiefe mine But yet my thought at which offence perforce doth thus repine Why scornde I merchaunts trade with baites of fraude to fish Sith craft doth onely compasse wealth and wealth is that wée wish Or placed at my booke why plide I not the same Why sought I not by morall rules my madding yeares to tame Sith rule must leade our life or els wée liue awry Why Aristotles wise precepts then did I not apply Why likt I not the Lawe where huge deceites are sowen Sith wée by lawe do hurt our foe and hold that is our owne But leapt to libertie that longe I did desire Why was my hart so set on hoygh beyond my reach t' aspire Why was I wedded so to péeuish will and pride Sith pride are will and foes to wit and witt our wayes should guide But most of all to loue why was I wretch so thrall Why sought I so by raging lust my gadding yeares to gall Sith neither loue nor lust doth yéeld a quiet rest Why made I choice of both the euills when bad was very best Ah Laymos once my loue by froward fate my foe Ah Laymos first by the I knew the workers of my woe But Liros most vnkinde both spoild of loue and ruthe Ah Liros thou doest wound my hart to thinke on thine vntruth Why did I trust thy faith or fearelesse othes thou sware Thy fayned vowes thy sugred woords of my welfare thy care Sith faith is turnde to fraude and woordes to workes vniust Why likte I wretch thy wilye tongue sith treason quiteth trust And did I thus deserue in faith thy selfe be iudge If Plasmos had did Liros lacke O no hée did not grudge To giue thée what thou wouldst yea more then thou couldst craue What cankred thought then mou'de thy minde his life and all to haue Whose murdrous marke ay mée my maymed fist can showe Although thou feardst to strike the stroake the strife thy hart did sowe And should I spare thee then of death to stand in awe O Noe my conscience bids mee strike betide what may of lawe Although the worst befall death quites but death againe And sure there is no ioy to death to such as piue in paine Why miste my hart the blowe that hitt my harmelesse wrist My hart it was that wrought offence and not my faultlesse fist My hart did trust these mates my hart did sturre this strife My hand did naught but make defence to saue my sillie life My hart deuisde the toyes which puft mée vppe with pride My hart inforst my eye to loue which manly fist defide And yet my hand not hart is plagued for others mis Too parcial sure in my conceite the heauens were in this Too parcial wretch not so t' was neither heauen nor happe But harebrainde youth which leapt the hedge and left the open gappe T' was youth which stouped first to Laymos wanton lure T' was youth that likt the wily wordes which Liros put in vre T' was youth through smal forsight that wrought poore Plasmos thral T' was youth so present want were scrud that feard no future fall T' was youth that made him maske with visard of delight Delight not so but dririe dread to shunne the merchants sight And Dread the scourge of youth for safegard of me wretch Did lodge me vp with néedie griefe while craft did play the leach In déede he playde the leach to ease my present lacke But what should serue for future store his physicke put to sacke He toylde in my behalfe God wot I durst not steare Least craftie traine should tol me in the merchants wily snare And dread did daunt me so that death I did desire Before a life of fréedome reft my hart did so aspire A tayle yet cloyde the land which should me frolike make Where Timeles trust to curtoule it did so the ioynt mistake That land will bléede to death if conscience worke no cure Such waste wrought haste for fréedomes sake to trust ere I were sure A pestleuce blowe forsooth it hurt not lande alone But spoyld my fist by filthy strife and maymd my hart with mone Of which I youth may thanke he snarld me in this snare Of force to trust or else to sterue with dread distresse and care Where Trust for best I chusd although it prou'd the worst Such backward hap doth euer haunt the man that is accurst The reporter Plasmos digression from one action of miserie vnto another yea vnto all the actions

and Pimos falles WHo telles a tale at large of others smart In his report some errour néedes must shape Some blamed are some praisde beyond desart In this discourse such slaunder to escape It séemd me best to vse but notes of héede And leaue at full for to report the déede Yet some will say I wrong poore Plasmos here To make his youth the cause of his mishaps When he good soule who fraude did little feare Was slily snarld in sneaking couseners traps In déede my heart did bléede his plaints to showe And much I blamde the workers of his woe And yet forsooth what so of him is sayde In my conceit is nothing sayde but truth For sure his woes if they be wisely wayde Some wayes may be imputed to his youth For first of all his brauerie was the bayte These couseners mindes that egged with deceite Then sith him selfe was guiltie of his thrall His fortunes wrayd may wanton gallants warne From rash clyming for feare they catch a fall And by his woes vnwayed youthes may learne To trust them selues fewe others out of sight For timelesse trust wrought Plasmos much despight And for their falles by fraude that sought to mount Although that they not halfe their faults report Yet in their plaints are notes of good account Forewarnings faire and words of mylde exhort And for the rest how so they liu'd awry Let it suffice they did repentant dye R.v. Epilogus LOe here the fruits that growe of selfe conceits Loe here their falles that leape before they looke Loe gallants here the swéete inticeing baytes Wherein lyes hid the couseners poysoned hooke From maskes of pryde here are the visards pluckt Of dogged dice loe here the deadly yll Sée here how drie the louers purse is suckt That yealdes to please a wanton Ladies will. Who noteth here what treason lurkes in trust Before he trust may haply learne to trie Who sées faire words saust here with workes vniust May haue in scorne the shewes of flatterie Who marketh here the bitter end of frayes Of more emprise may holde a quiet life Who séeth here in lawe the long delayes May loue the worse to liue in wrangling strife Without good héede who so in court doth plant May here perceiue his beggerie in the end Who wayeth here the woes of withered want Were worse then mad beyond his boundes to spend Who would auoyde the snares that worldlings set And who would knowe their wiles and foule abuse Who hath desires an honest fame to get Who in his kinde inticing golde would vse May here finde rules his life for to direct Here liues their fames that vertues souldiers ware And here againe their dealings I detect To swimme in wealth that will no vauntage spare Here here discourst may worldlings sée their falles Which wey not how so riches they may winne Here may they sée how sore Gods vengeance galles When he is bent to punish filthy sinne All this and more my Muse at large reports All this my Muse for your auaile did hit In 〈◊〉 whereof she friendly you exhorts To take in worth what of good will is writ Quod cauere possis stultum est admitter● FINIS The Vicount Hermes her first husband kept her short Bianca Maria was her name Gōsago a lord about Mantua an earnest suter Shee married the Count of Celant a lord of Sauoy Kitt will to kinde Pride Pauie a towne vnder the gouernement of the Duke of Mantua Ardissino Valperga Count of Massino her first mynion at Pauie Note Note Idlenesse and pride the cause of wanton loue Roberto Sanseuerino Erle of Giazzo Valpergas great friend was her second louer The traynes that intice to loue Note Peeuish hate insueth passing loue A womans deadly hate Giazzos frēdship towardes Valperga Note An honest couler to dissemble a lewd reuenge Note She practised with Valperga whom late she scorned to slay G●azzo who should haue slaine him A policie Note Giachemo Scapar●one her fa●●er a great Vserer Dom Pietro a lustie younge Capitaine her lustie louer The thought of wonted pleasures increaseth the mysers paine The propertie of a courtesan to mainteine one with the spoile of another Painting common among Courtisans How euil the courtesies of a Courtesan is acquited if she liue to be aged The diseases that followe wanton and disordered liuing Beggerie the end of Courtesans Passing loue the cause of ielousie Frizaldo a suter to Giletta An vnwelcome guest Others pleasures a griefe to the wretched A secrete vertue in giliflowers Ielosie can neuer be perfectly quenched A trecherous part An vnlookte for comfort The womans 〈…〉 Faire wordes makes fooles faine A vnlooked for rescue Vide the fall of the C. of Celant fol. 16. a. Cressids complaint ●o 22. d Vide C. of Celant fol. 2. a fol. 10. b. Vide C. of Celant fol. 7. b. fol. 13. b. Vide Frizaldo fol. 45. Vide fo 65. fo 73. b. 80. 95 Vide ▪ 93. Vide. 93. Vide 74.75 b. Vide 72. a. Vide 90. a. Vide 97.87 Vide 94 Vide 93. Vide 100. Vide 74.2.100 Their exile The kingdom of the world described The deuils officers His first aduenture in the court The flatterer thriueth in the Court. Note In vnkind recompence For sakt brauerie and leue thy credite in the court Description of the court Fained friends Miserie can hardly winne the vertuous to vice His seconde aduenture in the warres A good Capitaine makes good souldiers The sowvre sauce of swete reported war. His last aduēture in the coūtrye made him a starke begger Yll seruaunds An old prouerb beggers must be no choosers In what contēpt the riche haue their poore friends This companion was Craft Lewde counsell Note Desire of goods draw our mindes frō goodnes The remembrannce of death hindereth vs from wickednes The godly cōremue riches compassed by deceite The knowledge of decceite is necessarie for the good A large larges The Cleargi The Courtie● The souldier The Lawyer Physicians The practise of a lewde Physician Officers One officer by honestie discouereth the deceites of the lewde A notable cloake Gaylors Younge Gentlemen Merchaunts Religiō without deuotion Crosbytinge a cusnage vnder the couler of friendship Note this policie Be dasigerous to enter into a statute to a marchaunt Burgoses To take ware on trust a notable vsurie A worthie custom in London Selling wares on credite collusion Scriueners Monie takers Cousiners Note this policie By the imprisoning of the complainant the cousiner agreeth without open shame Right Cousiners stand vppon their credite Make shiftes Counterfet Astronomers Phisitian● Bandes Courtesans Painting may helpe a courtesan but ther end is a bande and a begge● His farewell to the world a degression that shewes a of al this couetousness● ▪ Arbitriment best for poore men Vsurie a newe trade of merchandise Cousiners not without friends of calling A comfort to the godly in miserie A bolde chalenge