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 theÌ„ 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 â—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 fleâ— 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 â—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 â—ew If hée be younge well left and easily wonne To feede his dame â–ª 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
the maskers were inuited vnto a costly banquet who marching with their Ladies with manly force encountred with many a monster whose grose bodies were traÌ„sformed into a sugred substance The maskers nowe on easie request did off their visardes as wel to make them selues knowne vnto their maistresses to manifest their zeale towardes the Lorde of the house the bridegrome and his faire bride as to shew their desire to delight the whole companie Rinaldo greatly ashamed of his disordered masking with blushing chéekes oftentimes very earnestly behelde faire Giletta Maistresse â–ª Giletta seeing him in these passions and knowing his wonted audacitie was assured somewhat was amisse with him so that to be better acquainted with his malladie with a prettie smyle she vsed these speaches Quoth she Friend Rinaldo I suppose your visard did you great wrong this night for that by your vnperfect sight you mistooke your choice so that wroth with your fortunes or angrie with poore Giletta she hath noted a number of souden alterations in you but if eyther be the cause remoue your choler and comfort your selfe that you tempered your toung so well as she knoweth none of your secretes Rinaldo glad of this opportunitie answered My souereine maistresse in very déede I greatly mistooke my chocie For wheras I had thought and determined to haue made it so in different as I might haue vsed my tong at will and pleasure I confesse it fel out so vnegal as I forst must yeald vnworthy to be your slaue so that musing on this mistaking I not only masked mute but I forgot to present you with my willing seruice Rinaldo being newely entered into his answere the Reuels broke vp and euery man went vnto his rest so that he was forced to discontinue his suite and bid his maistresse fare well which reuerently done he foorthwith went into his chamber and so to bed but his sleepe he diuided on those whose heades were frée from fancies For he God wot one while matching his base estate with her highe calling sawe an impossibilitie of fauour Anone ioyning her curteous disposition with the force of loue was fed with slender hope Thus hanging betwene hap harme the more he striued the more he was measht in the nextes of restlesse fancie but in the end resolued to prosecute his suit he soudenly caused his man to light a candle and then to proâ—â—er his seruice â–ª to paint his sorrowes and to vse excuse for his late silence he inuented these verses following THe pyning wight presented with reliefe With souden ioy awhile forgoes his sense The retchlesse youth likewise besiegde with griefe With feare dismayd forgets to vse defence Such is the force of hastie ioy or woe As for the time few knoweth what they doe And I vnwares with both extremes forgone Subiect to loue that neuer felt his force One while dismayd I starude in wretched mone And straight through hope I tasted sweet remorse Soust with these stormes wheÌ„ I shuld moue my sâ—it Small wonder though a while I masked mate And yet God wot my sighes did plead amaine They broke the cloudes that cowred all my care My ruthfull lookes presented still my paine As who wold say When wil she clâ—â—re thy scare Attending thus when you should note my case The time forewent ere I could sue for grace But now constraynd néede makes the créeple goe My festred sore of force some cure must seeke My woundes so bléed I can not hide my woe My hurt is heald if you my seruice like Let egall loue goe bath in wished blisse Suffiseth me my maistresse hand to kisse Lo thus deare dame you know my case and cure It rests in you my life to saue or spâ—ll If you desire I should these stormes indure Commaund my death and I will worke you◠〈◊〉 If not in time him for your seruant châ—se Who liuing dies till you his serâ—â—â—ce vse Roberto Rinaldo This little leasure together with the disquietnesse of mynde as appeareth by the plainenesse of this inuention wrought an alteration in Rinaldos muse yet for that his deuise somewhat answered his owne estate he was content to present it to maistresse Giletta and perseuering in the sayde purpose the next morning he clothed him selfe in russet satten garded with blacke veluet whiche witnessed he did both hope and dread he thus appointed chusing a place of moste aduauntage willingly lost these verses Giletta by this euening fare well looking for such a morning welcome was the first that found them who soudenly withdrewe her self with earnest desire effectually to peruse Rinaldos deuise Which done one while she scorned his base estate and straight she was contented of Rinaldo to be beloued so that her mynde distempered with the contrarietie of fancies neyther angrie nor well pleased she wrote this following answere Although it pleased you this other night occasion by me vnhappily ministred to intertaine time with an ordinarie profession of loue yet master Rinaldo you doe both me and your selfe great iniurie to continue your néedelesse labour with such importunancie to me For that you trust to ouerthrow my vertues with the assault of wanton persuasions your selfe for that I am assured you warre in vaine but for that I want wit to incouÌ„ter you in words or writing I wil hencefoorth likewise want will to take knowledge of eyther your exercises Thus muche being your firste attempt I thought good to answere least you should thinke with néedelesse nicenesse I acquited your courtesies And for that you knowe the successe of your faultlesse aduentures I trust to be no more troubled in answering your idle letters Giletta de Bologna This letter so soone as Giletta had surely sealed she presented her selfe in the great chamber Rinaldo delighted in nothing so muche as in the sight of his maistresse with the first saluted her Maistresse Giletta courteously as she did the rest acquited him dissembling as then her knowledge of his verses but notwithstanding this carelesse shewe her mynde was combred with a thousand contrarie fancies one while she mistrusted the inuention to be his owne deuise an other while she feared to deliuer her answere nowe she loued straight she scorned and yet in her greatest disliking she liked to looke on Rinaldo and as it is the nature of louers subiect to a thousand distresses to search all meanes to be assured of their choyces loyaltie so here maistresse Giletta newly entered into that profession by the often beholding of Rinaldo and marking the colour in his apparell tooke occasion vnder the colour of a pleasant request to be acquainted perhaps with his inward disposition in so much when as other Ladies charged such as they thought well of with seruice Quoth she for that I know maister Rinaldo you are a very good Poet I inioyne you without further studie to shewe in vearse to what ende you weare blacke vpon russet quoth Rinaldo willing to obey this iniunction deare Lady although my sight in Poetrie be but small
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 doâ—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 â–ª 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 froÌ„ 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 WheÌ„ I imbarkt froÌ„ 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 stilâ— 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 â–ª With whome I now do claime a partie share â— 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
long through pyning woe Whose constant truth long hath den tryde Though long his suit hath ben denyde By batteriâ— long the brasen wall The cannon shot doth cleane deface The longest trées in time doe fall Which long before had Boreas base The little brooke in running long Doth turne into a riuer strong Then may it be I louing long My pyning corps by long delay Can long abide the furie strong Of ghastly death which long doth stay His lingring stroke to haue it so That louing long should worke my woe A Sonet wherin is showne the straunge effectes of loue IN care I ioy my mirth is mou'd by moâ—re With flouds of want I weare to ebbe my wo Appayd I rest in restlesse griefe to grone By fainting hope my friendly hap doth growe In waues of bale I bathe in wished blisse My wealth in woe in paine my pleasure is But how these hang if so she search my harme These fewe suffice the same to shew my swéete To rayse her ioy my selfe I wholy arme To fréese or fâ—y as she shal déeme it méete I bound am frée and frée I yeald her slaue That 's my delight that she desires to haue And sith my sport doth make my souereigne â—oy And mirth she finds to thwart my faith with frâ—ps I sad am glad my noy may force her ioy My sowre her swéete my dole may cleare her dumpes Yea life I wish this were to do her good Each day to waste a drop of guitlesse blood The louer wearied with a number of delayes sues vnto his Ladie for pitie or otherwise her speedie denyall by death to worke a speedie dispatch of his languishing dayes IF pitie may preuaile to pearse your hart with ruth Swéete maistres lend your listning eare to heare your seruants truth Whose faith hath chose you iudge and iurie if you please If not desart shal trye this cause your deintie mynd to ease The whole record is writ for rafing with my teares My witnesse is my withered corps ny famished with feares A thousand sighes besides in open court will sweare You are the Saint which with my heart I honour loue and feare Disdaine that workes delayes mistrust that moues my mone No witnesse hath to hinder right but false suspect alone Yet boulstred vp by scorne they scoffe my loyall loue And kept me play with forreine frumpes til prickt by méede to proue If pitie could procure your heart my harme to rue I found remorse was preast to heare the plaint before your view And now good Lady note my witnesse and my woe If I deserue your loue for loue giue verdite yea or no For daunted with delayes for hap or harme I iumpe And knowe you once if sullen will my faythful loue doth frumpe I will not languish long in cursed Cupides flame Death in despight shall rid me dole and you shall beare the blame But if with souereigne grace you may your seruants state Yeald recompence of loue betimes least liking come too late To coole his flaming harte by Cupide set on fire Through heate whereof a Whetstone colde consumes with hote desire The thought of wonted ioyes doubleth the miserable mans griefe I That whose youth was lul'd in pleasures lap Whose wanton yeres were neuer chargd with care Who made no flight but reacht the pitch of hap And now besieg'd with griefe at vnawares How can my hart but bléede to thinke on this My ioy with was my woe is ioynd with is With is Oh yea and euer wil be so Such hell is thought to muse on ioyes forgone For though content would faine appease my woe This myrthlesse note continues fresh my mone O deare delight with whome I dwelt in ioy Thy sowrest swéete my sorrowes would destroy â–ª Destroy it would but Oh those dayes are past When to my wil I found dame fortune wrought My fancies cleare with cares are ouer cast Yet bootelesse hope will not forsake my thought But still proroges my griefe that else would dye To vaine effect when I my toyling spye The hap and hard fortune of a carelesse louer MY hart on hayh with carelesse mind I rauÌ„ging fréedomes fieldâ— Blind Cupide by arest vnwares to beautie bad me yeald What yeald quoth I at beauties becke as Venus slaue to serue May he whome fréedome alwayes 〈◊〉 by bondage stoupe to sterue No Cupide no with me go tell dame beautie beares no sway Nor pleasure with her painted sheath can make me Cupide pray This answere made with winged féete he tooke his flight away And did impart to beautie straight his rest I would not bay â–ª With anger fraught who foorth with wild an armie should be had And captaines hauing charge them selues in armour should be clad Her selfe she plaste in formost front with Pleasure in her hand And Lady Loue elected was hygh Marshall of her band â–ª Faire Venus in the rereward went her sonne in ambush lay Thus Beautie and her warlike crue did mearch in battel ray But I poore I which feard no force in fréedomes lease at large Pursude my sport with carelesse mynd of Loue I tooke no charge But all too soone I heard a sound of dub dub in my eare And therewithall I sawe in sight tenne aunchents to appeare Which poudred were with pyned hartes in bloudy colours set Which forst me flée to wisdomes wood to scape Dan Cupids net But craftie he in scoute there lay who first gaue charge on me And brought me bound to Beauties barre her prisoner for to be Then stinging loue enforst me pray Dame Pleasure plead my case But Beautie sayd in vaine I sude in hope of future grace For martiall law foorthwith quoth she thy hart in bale shall bounce Therwith she chargd her Marshal high this sentence to pronounce To bate thy pride which wouldst not stoupe when beautie bent her lure Thy casting shall be clods of care Saunce hope of happie cure With flouds of teares thy dazeld eyes thy sickly chéekes shall staine And Fancie with his sleating toyes shall harbour in thy braine Thy heart shall poudred be with paine thy guts with griefe to boyle Thy séething sighes shall scalde thy lippes to taste of inwarde toyle Thy intrales all shall parched be with flames of fond desire The heauie perse of bodyes griefe thy pyned legges shall tire Despaire then was the hangman made which doome did Beautie please And I to bondage was bequeath'd to liue in little case Wherewith the Gem of Venus band vnprayd of her bon gre Did beg me â–ª wretch at Beauties hand her prisoner for to be And after vowe of loyaltie did let me goe at large Yea further payd my farewell fée my bondage to discharge In lâ—e whereof at her commaund my seruice loe is prest As homage due for saued life yea more her slaue I rest The absent louer in pawne of his constancie sendeth his heart to his Ladie REceiue deare dame as gage of worthy loue This pyned hart bepoudred all with teares Whose poesie is No
fate my faith can moue A rare ascorde in prime of rouing yeres When fancie sets a thousand thoughts on fire When faith is choakt with smoke of filthy change When folly fumes when flameth fond desire When raging lust beyond his bounds doth range When euery bayte beguileth brainsicke youth When newe found loue the olde exileth still When sugred wordes are sauced with vntruth What straunge consent subdude my wanton wil Forsooth swéet weÌ„ch this stay thy vertue wrought Thy rare report this Metamorphose made And lest my youth shuld wroÌ„g thée with som thought I vse this helpe all vaine desires to vade In absenâ—e loe to leaue with thée my hart That al my ioy may liue where thou doest rest I likewise vse to frée thy hidden smart By secrete sighes which flies from couert brest My hart to send to ioyne in ayde with thine That thou mayst ioy although in paine I pyne The louer neither greatly fauoured nor openly refused compareth the wretchednesse of his estate vnto the paines of hell FUll fearefull is the talke of Tantals griefe Who hunger sterues in seas of deintie fare Which failes to eb when he should find reliefe And flowes againe his hope with woes to ware And how in vaine poore Sisyphus doth mone To mountaine top who stil doth roll the stone And reaching thus the point of all his paine For ioy he leapes downe falles his fruites of toyle Straight backe he runnes to feâ—ch the stone againe A new he rolles but reapes his former foyle These be their plagues which light in sathans trap To wish and want to hope and haue no hap If then it be a hell in doubt to liue My selfe by proofe can blase thereof the paine Who findeth grace where scorn but late did grieue And fead with hope with hate is steru'd againe For all his suite who can no answere knowe If his swéete maistresse loues him yea or no. If secrete yea this Item would but giue I loue in hart where most in shewe I hate To frée suspect thus straungely do I liue To plight my fayth where scorne doth faine debate Unto my smart it were a swéete reliefe Then should my lute sound notes of ioy not griefe Then would I laugh to sée my Lady pout And smyle when most she wrouÌ„g her mouth awry A signe of fayth should séeme each thwarting flout And iealous feare farre from my hart should fly Although in armes my foe did her imbrace If once she fleard with fancie on my face If open no would will my suites to cease I know the worst and so adieu to smart A hastie death my sorrowes could appease Or languor would soone pierce my pyning hart Thus death were worsse how so my fortune â—ell But nowe aliue I féele the paines of hell By gleames of grace I reape a hote reliefe With storms of scorne I fréese againe with feare â–ª Thus flouds of ioy do fall to eb with griefe And doubtfull hope desired hap doth weare In fauour most I moue her still to loue Soft she replyes I must your patience proue I feare to say be plaine with yea or no Least in her pettes no please her péeuish thought And scorne with all my ioyes do ouerthrowe So forward haste with backward speed were bought Thus am I forst to daunce attendance still God graunt for al in fiue I get good will. G.W. to the signe of the brasen bell AND not without desart I thée a tyrant call Which saue a scorne thou madst of me to eache mishape art thrall Thy credite is the church O false vnfriendly bell When as thou soundest the marridge â–ª ioyes or ringst the carefull knell The souldier in distresse by the alarum makes And when good hap doth him aduaunce thy sides he rudely shakes Digressing from his state to toyle of baser chaunce A thrall thou art to Hick and Steuen in euery morris daunce The hinde doth decke his horse with belles to make him frée The harmelesse foole vpon his cap doth make a scorne of thée Besides to sauage beastes a seruile slaue thou restes The deintie dog in Ladies lap is iueld with thy iostes The mounting faulcon loft bewrayes by thée her stande By thée the hobby dares the larke before he well be mande Of yore this phrase I learnd when things ne framed well A capcase for the foole to call a cockscomb and a bell Then canst that thus arte scornd besides thy seruile strokes A tryumph make vpon his teares whom loue ne lust prouokes To like thy maistresse lookes and loue her as his life Who wel is bent to quite thy toyle when stinted is his strife He sure would thée aduaunce from brasse to glittering golde If that by pearcing peales thou wouldst his sorrowes once vnfolde Thou séest what sighes I sende and howe my suites be payd Thou séest my maistresse smyle with grace and graunt she earst denayd Thou seest me Cupids thrall her loue in league with hate Thou séest my blisse is wayd with bale when wrath doth weaue debate Thou séest my greatest ioyes are counterpeisde with paine Thou séest my myrth is mixt with mone when iealousie doth reigne Yet when she smyles thou spar'st my sorrowes to deface And when she frownes thou fearst to speake to winne her wonted grace Well sith through feare or scorne thou lettst me languish still I present now will plead for grace to winne my wished will And first good tong prepare to tell a louers tale Sound foorth my ioyes aduaun'st by hope by dyre despaire my bale And when mistrust infectes my Ladies hautie hart Then scalding sighes giue you the charge to shew my ceaselesse smart But if she list to toy and smyle with friendly face With easie force then armes assay thy maistresse to imbrace Then sorrowe séeke reuenge vpon her ruby lips Then wounded hart receiue the cure of cruell Cupids nips Thus forward vaunce your selues the maister griefes to wray The silent man still suffers wrong the prouerbe olde doth say And where aduenture wants the wishing wight ne thriues Faint heart hath ben a common phrase faire Lady neuer wiues The louer blameth his Ladies mistrust wherin is figured the passions of an earnest louer WHat fancie fond did force your mynde My deare to iudge me so vnkinde As one of wits bereau'd To breake the bondes of loyaltie As one deuoyd of honestie No no you are deceaud For where such perfect amitie Is linckt with true fidelitie By no meanes Iunos iealousie A sunder may it part For since with you I fell in loue Assigned by the Gods aboue My heart did neuer seeke to proue From yours once to start For proofe to try what I haue sayd Marke how my flesh away doth fade And inward parts doth fret For who can hide the slankering fire But that it will shewe foorth his ire By vertue of his heate So those ypearst with Cupides dart Cannot so closely cloake their smart But that they must complaine Their scalding sighes their sorowes shewe Their colour fading
the fits To carelesse courtiers knowne The masking mynd that mounts amid the starrs And wakes to write by skill of planets course Foretels of dearth of plentie peace and warres Of temperate times of hoarie Hyems force Not only skill but lasting fame When death depriues his dayes He reapes with groates to garde his coates Art thriues at all assayes Physicians dregs who tasteth not betime May come too short if faintnesse feare to bléede Mas'doctours drinke deserues this praise of mine I neuer knewe the man it stoode in stéede Yet one kynde tale and one kynde drinke One doctour sure hath got A tawnie veluet coate and pouch What others get God wot Though rents be great that runs to clergies share And more th' account their soules doth rest vpon Yet Christe his truth to preach if nere they spare But féede the flocke the account is cast anon And in reward of seruice done At last appointed houre Where Christ doth reigne they shall attaine To shroude in heauenly howre The Lawyer he the man that measures right By reason rule and lawe conioynd in one Thy rouing Muse squares much with his delight Whose only toyle all states depend vpon For Lawyer gone good right adieu Dicke Swash must rule the reaste And madding might would banish quite Tom Troth from English coast In corner close mid bookes of crabbed sense For ten yeres day fith sore he beates his braines To finde the right of things from soule offence Who can depriue such toyle of hoped gaines In doubtfull doomes he reaues the right And throweth force along With doubtfull praise his fame to raise In fayth thou dost him wrong A briefe discourse of the discommodities of quarelling written at the request of his especiall friend and kinseman maister Robert Cudden of Grayes In. AS manhood is a vertue great where wisedome rules the sword As great a vice it is to brall for euery trifling word The rayling speach the fearelesse othes the standers by affright When quarellers like curtall curres do barke before they bite But if their brauling turne to blowes his count comes very scant For sixe pence strife to buy a sword and buckler if he want A reckning worsse to catch a licke but worst the losse of life One of which euils lightly haunt the man which liues in strife Who so is hurt doth féele the smart who hurtes in feare doth liue His foe to séeke a sharpe reuenge some desperate stroke will giue If lucklesse blowe should plerte the hart the one to death giues place The other liues in slender hope to haue the princes grace Though suite of friendes his pardon gets appeale doth pinch his pursse But gnawing of the conscience guilt then all will grieue him worsse What greater spite than spoyled limmes with houghed less to limp Or with a wood or yron hand the maimed arme to yâ—â—e This mone he findes at straungers handes a colde amends in fayth A proper man as one shall sée sée what mishap he hath But they that know his bralles doth say no force it skilleth not His hassard hap hath hit the white at which his solde shot His friends do count by this mischaunce how he doth nothing loose Who else would kyll or sure be kilde a sorrie choise to choose But ah good couse at this my verse the reader smyle I sée Who sayes behold how far from words his déeds doe disagrée If halfe this reason rulde his rage his rashnesse had not caught A maimed hand which true I graunt nor tryall had me taught The goodnesse halfe of such a lym which by the losse I finde But sith mishap would haue it so this shewes an honest mynde To warne his friends the vice to shun whose proofe be wrayes the woe If late repentance wrought him helpe he would no more do so The vnhappie man contemneth Fortune and cleaueth to Hope assured once to reach good hap by vertuous Industrie in the despite of Fortune SWéete is the thought where hope persuadeth hap Although the mynd be fed with faint desire The dunghil drone would mount to honours lap If forward thoughts to Fortune could aspire The ventrous knight whom Vallor doth aduauÌ„ce First cuts off dread with hope of happie chaunce If hope of fame supprest not feare of death In face of shot the souldier would not run Or recke so small the losse of liuely breath If spoyle thereof a slender glory won Nor merchants would so séeke out forreine soyle If hope of gaine ne recompenst their toyle The murdrous mate the traitour and the théefe By conscience guilt that bathes in bitter teares In hope of grace doth sucke out swéete reliefe Which wears to eb their flowing tyde of feares Then sith she féeds the wights forworne with wo Why should I faint though Fortune be my fo Whose thought doth climbe by vertue not by vice To whom perforce proude Fortune yeldes a thral Suppose sly hap may hinder my deuice Feare féedes the heart that faintes for euery fall If first come short then frame a newe account The forward mynde a thousand wayes may mount Thou séest that doultes whome only hap aduaunce Dare ouerrule their betters farre in wit Which vailde their hope to euery sorrie chaunce What may he then whose hap with skill is knit Bare sway by will as well in wrong as right Grudge may his foes but not withstande his might Yet hardly men â–ª by vertue do aspire Spight sowes suspect till their desart be tryde But once aduaunst is that the wise desire In fauour they for fortunes chaunge prouide Then though at first thou light in Enuies trap Small were thy losse which neuer earst hadst hap If so it be in hope I forward set To raunge the world as fortune shall me driue A happy toyle if credite so I get As sure I shall for what is he aliue But hath good hap within so large a scope God and Saint George send fortune as I hope How great a follie the conceit of excellencie is WHere as dame Nature hath bestow'd a speciall gift of wit And learning won by trauell long with natures lore is knit If wisdome then do rule his toung the tryall of his skill A passing praise among the wise no doubt but win he will But once infect with fonde conceit how he doth others passe So feeding on his painted speach wil proue a passing asse Or if he séekes by reasons rule the scoffer to disgrace Which makes a scorne of sounde aduice and loues to floute and face Or when his equalles list to sport to waste their sharpe annoy His glorious toung is grauely bent to countermaund their ioy If once they do espy his veine their vice they wil him take Then sots will straight be on his top the residue sport to make If argument his betters moue howe so the same doth growe If he defende or proue with them before their mynde he knowe Too malapert they will him recke and so their tale adiourne Thus too familiar speach in
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 lâ—â—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 â–ª 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 Rubâ—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
pardon mée and graunt you to amende The reporter The miserable end of Liros rather wrought a feare in straÌ„gers vnto the horrible cousenage then any repentance in false Frenos and other his confederats So hardeneth the deuil the heartes and blindeth the sightes of the raprobate as neither the example of other mens miseries nor pricke of their owne consciences can reclaime them from lewdenes And yet although a while they wallowe in their wickednes and seeme to holde the intising drâ—sse I meane wealth of this world at will in the pride of their prosperitie the most part of such worldlinges throughe Gods iustice are diuorced from their vaine delightes The soudaine fall of this Frenos proueth both the one and the other for notwithstanding he sawe the wretched death of Liros and knew that Liros did execute nothing but his deuise and direction yet séemed hée no wayes to be vexed in conscience for this offences being the author and only aduauntage reaper of his deceite and yet in the heate of his vnconscionable prouision he was soudainly arested with death Whom you may suppose as one amased with such soudaine visitation striuing for life to tell this disordered tale following Frenos complaint I Sée quoth hée death spares no sortes of men Our bagges of drosse may not withstand his might To moyle and toile for pelfe what bootes it then No whit God knowes if wée could sée aright But worldly cares our minds bewitched soe As thoughtes of heauen silde in our brestes do dwell The prouerbe saith the more such fathers woe Happ'is the childe whose father goes to hell But such prouerbes more common are then true Silde children kéepe that fathers lewdly gett And trust mée wealth if after want ensue With double griefe the néedie thrall doth frett To what ende then for mucke take wée such care To damne our selues and worke our childrens scare O wicked world so swéete thy torments séeme That when men tast thy drugges of vaine delight Their onely heauen thy thralles do thée estéeme With mistes of mucke thou blindest so their sight That wretched they whilst that in health they liue As Swine in myre do wallowe in their faultes An others fall nor conscience can them méeue To waile their sinnes till grislie death assaultes The thought of whom as thornes do pricke mée wretch Alas mée thinkes I sée his ghastly shape What did I meane to name him in my speach And can I not his furious force escape Oh noe my sinnes beginneth now to swarme To matche with him my selfe howe should I arme My conscience cryes confesse thy wicked life My wicked life such monstrous fraude presents As in my selfe I finde a hell of strife My gracelesse déedes the hope of grace preuents I sée I sée howe fierie fiendes do yell Before hie Ioue my wicked soule to haue My secrete sinnes condemnes mée wretch to hell They be so huge that nothing can me saue Where is the booke wherein Gods will is writ They say there in is balme that sinne can cure What ment I wretch I neuer studied it The booke is large my life will not indure So longe as I may reade and reape such grace The fault is mine I might while I had space I faint I faint my life will néedes away False Frenos now of force must yéeld to death These farewell woordes good friends yet note I pray Prepare your selues ere latter gaspe of breath So spend your liues as if you daily dyde Leste tarde you by death perhaps be tane Note well my fall in top of all my pride Before I wist hée gaue mée wretch my bane My worldly wealth for which I tooke such care I néedes must leaue in no good order sett A soudaine chaunge the chaunce yet nothing rare This is the proofe of goods that fraude doth get Loe this is all that death will let mée say But what is short may best be borne away The reporter This disordered complaint of Frenos is answerable vnto his disordered dealing but most of all vnto his sodaine death who hauing his conscience vnprepared tormented with the multitude of his sinnes stoode amazed what to say and yet howsoeuer it hange together it conteyneth matter of note which I leaue to the censure of the discrete reader And now to the rest of this report the next that death mett with in this Tragedie of couseners was Caphos a merchant whose name Frenos vsed in diuers of his craftie conueyaunces for that if néede so required hée had friendes to countenaunce monie to defend and an indifferent honest report to couler their lewde practises But notwithstanding his monie couler and countenaunce to set an honest shewe in the sight of the world of his subtile practises now that death attacheth him to make his accompt before the hiest you shall heare in what arerages he findes himselfe Caphos complaint THe Prouerbe saith as good wée eate the deuill As sup the broth wherein his body boilde As good wée do as giue consent to euill Which sorrie doome my coloured scuse hath foild My conscience throbs though I no fraude deuis'de My onely name that shadowed foule deceite In God his sight with Frenos fall is pris'de I féele my sinnes pluckes downe my soule with weight Yea Lyros and false Frenos both I knowe But leade the way that I must shortly goe Farre yet I am vnfit for such a iournie My compt falls short that I to God must giue If hée charge mée with filthie periurie It will not serue to saue mée from repreue To say how that for feare of after shame A manifest vntrueth I durst not sweare But Frenos gott a post knight of my name In stéede of mée that did both sweare and steare I must confesse I gaue thereto consent And God no doubt will punish my intent My subtile steightes to shadowe foule abuse May well lye hid and no man knowe the same But God doth knowe the fraude I put in vse For others heede deserued open shame The man that is with sicknes neuer vext Hath séeldome care what kinde of meate hée eates When such as are with surfets oft perplext Séeme daintie still to féede on diuers meates In worldly churles obserued is the like They feede on fraude till infamie them strike Marke well my woordes you worldlinges of all sortes But citizens your natures best I knowe There are of you haue méetely good reportes For riches sake and outward honest showe But how you get your monstrous heapes of gold Your conscience knowes and I can somewhat tell Your secret craft so séeldome is controld As what you gett you thinke you gett it well But how so héere your reckonings séemeth true A day will come when you shall count a newe Bée you reclaymde by others soudaine fall Sighe for your owne when others shames you sée Thinke that they are but patternes of your thrall If iustice should on you auenged bée A thousand wayes the highest séekes to winne