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A15041	A remembraunce, of the woorthie and well imployed life, of the right honorable Sir Nicholas Bacon Knight, Lorde keper of the greate Seale of Englande, and one of the Queenes Maiesties most honorable Priuie Counsell, who deceased, the 20 daye of Februarie 1578 VVith an exhortation necessarie for euery estate. The woorke of George VVhetstones Gentleman.	Whetstone, George, 1544?-1587?	1579 (1579)	STC 25343; ESTC S111692	7,428	24

A REMEMBRAVNCE OF THE woorthie and well imployed life of the right honorable Sir Nicholas Bacon Knight Lorde keper of the greate Seale of Englande and one of the Queenes Maiesties most honorable Priuie Counsell who deceased the 20 daye of Februarie 1578. VVith an exhortation necessarie for euery estate The woorke of George VVhetstones Gentleman Formae Nulla fides ¶ Imprinted at London for Myles Iennyngs dwellyng at the signe of the Bible in Paules Church-yarde TO THE RIGHT VVORshipfull Maister Gilbert Gerrard the Queenes Maiesties Attorney generall George Whetstons gent. wisheth concontinuaunce of healthe with increase of happinesse SIr the renowne of the right honourable the late Lord kepers vertues and the regard of my vnablenesse to report them staied my indeuor for a time to worke a remembrance of his worthy and wel imploied life and hindred my desire to commit my notes to your learned censure But waiyng that wise men winne moralitie out of trifles as Bees draine honie forth of weedes and worthie mindes allowe of euery mannes good will as the chiefest garlande of curtesie I haue performed my attempte and aduentured on your acceptance beseching your worshipp in iudgement to imprint what I haue left of his vertues vnreported and to pardon my owne inuentiō not worthy your vewe for sure I am to faile in the one whether I exceade or no in the other Appelles easily and liuely counterfetted Alexander but learned Plutarke hardly discouereth his conditiōs Heracleotes perfectly painted Hellen but Ouid erred in penning her wantōnesse So difficulte a woorke it is to discourse the liues bothe of the good and bad as according to Senicaes opinion it is ncessarie that the vertuous reporte the one and the vitious publishe the other For that in these causes it is more needefull to haue experience to iudge then wit to deuise Phormio learnedly deuinyng of warre of Haniball was deamed vnwise for that beyng a Philosopher he vndertooke the charge of a souldier The like maie be my check that presume to pen the life of a graue Counseller that of yeres am grene of iudgement incertaine neuertheles I am the rather to bee pardoned for that greater clarkes haue in this pointerred besides my good will the woorke instructes and no waie hurtes whiche if it passe with your fauour I hold my self fully satisfied and my paines well īmployed the 4. daye of Marche Your worships to commaunde George Whetstons A REMEMBRAVNCE of the worthie and well imployed life of the right honourable sir Nicholas Bacon Knight Lorde keeper of the greate Seale of Englande and of the Queenes Maiesties moste honourable priuie Counsell SOlon the sage enacted this decree That onely men that liu'd and died well In written bookes regestered should bee His reason was the leaude whiche liu'd in hell Ought not in fame among the good to dwell Yet least their liues might so vnblamed passe In publike vewe he wrote their faultes in brasse And truthe to saie good deedes and bad brede fame If once in books about the worlde thei packe And wicked men to get them selues a name But little waie to woorke their countries wracke As he that did Dianaes Temple sacke Therefore that suche maie lose their after hope Baffoule their names and bane them with a rope Yet least my woordes be construed from the sence Of wicked men the ruine and the faule Briefly to write I holde for no offence But rather fit the climyng head to caule From suche attemps as after maie hym gaule But to the crime a couller for to vse An other tyme is cause of like abuse Of like abuse maie worse if worse maie bee The naughtie man would little reake of lawe If he a cloke could for his leudenesse see Thus what was ment to keepe ill men in awe In wronges geues them a light thei neuer sawe And therefore good this mischief to forelet That naughtie deedes starke naked should be set Raine oft doeth good yet through a hurtfull cause The Sunne by kinde doeth nourishe with delight Euen so to shewe their scourge that breaketh lawes Doeth well but how the free from bandes to fright VVhen their sweete liues at large for to recight VVhiche liu'de belou'de and blameles scapeth deede Maks men doe well on zeale not through dreede But some will saie that carpe beyonde their wit The Sonne sometymes a hurtfull heate doeth sende And nemo sine crimine viuit I graunt fewe liue but maie some faultes amende The fairest Rose hath prickels to offende The fruitfull Bee that doeth sweete honnie bryng The houswiues hande somtymes doeth sharply styng But what of this the gaine excedes the greefe Besides the vse makes all thynges ill or good Some men fauour where flattrie lackes releefe Some doe reuenge and neuer sheades their blood some vse bothe as though their wittes wer wood But followe those though sometymes thei doe sinne VVhose vpright liues bothe loue and fauor winne Euen one of those sir Nicholas Bacon was Lorde keeper late keye of the common weale VVhose death his ioye makes many sithe alas Her Maiestie who knewe his faithfull zeale Her Counsell when in greate affaires thei deale His frendes of course their plaintes with teares doe plant But wrōged men maie most be waile his want His breatheles corse but not begorde with blood Nor headles as a Traitor I present But numbryng hym among the perfecte good I bryng hym forthe to paie the yearth his rent VVho there ingrau'd to drawe men from lament His vertuous deedes whiche liue in spight of death My willyng muse shall alwaies keepe in breath To blase his birthe botelesse or needelesse were Maioribus virtute prelux●i Abideth touche with honour euery where VVhose nature is in acte not name to glory And yet this right none can his house deny But by decent a gentleman he was And by desarte to honour he did pas First Cambridge did with learnyng store head At Graies Inne then the Lawe he did applie And as Sea men with ioye and comforte fead If in the Sunne no watrie signe thei spie A boun courage my mates faire weather crie So thei in youth that did his sirmenesse see Deuinde in yeres greate would his fortune bee His wit was quicke yet raisde with self conceight By rashnes he to rise did not assaie Fishe sone are caught that bight at euery baight Like lucke haue thei that clime without a staie VVhiche made hym wright Mediocria firma The Snaile is slowe yet safely scales the Towre VVhen fliyng birdes are scarred euery howre He tooke his course in wisedome like the Snaile He sought no meanes but merite to aspire VVho slowly creepes but yet doeth neuer quaile And euen as heate be wraieth hidden fire So vertue giues in fine the good their hire Though Enuie sekes their benefite to thwarte Or thei them selues imprison their desarte Sufficient prose this good Lorde keeper showes VVhose wisedome hym with suche a credite clad As euery daie in greate account he growes VVho

to passions could not moue Euen in the place where long he liu'de in peace By Natures course he happie did decease His blessed Soule his breathlesse corse thus lefte His counterfet the vewe deserueth yeat But his good deedes by Death which are not refte In Iudges hartēs are worthie to be writte A house for them as golde for Diamonds fitte And on his tombe for euery eye to see his fame to shewe this sweete recorde would be An Epitaphe aunswerable his honourable vertues HEre vnder lies sir Nicholas Bacon Knight Lorde keper late but not of Iustice spare VVhose office was to giue wrong'd men their right A right to vse whiche charge was all his care Bribes coyn'd no grace whereas the cause was bare He liu'd belou'd and is lamented deade In mens good will his giftes this liking breade Exhortatio VNto the worlde where he was well belou'd I sende this worke not philed like his fame VVhiche with the test of true reporte approu'd I wishe the best but liued by the same But soft faire woordes for feare I purchase blame Ne vltra crepidam suter be wise Moste men praise or blame but feawe can aduise The Prouerbe goes he hath a Crowe to pull VVhiche takes a taske the learned rules to showe Neither his wit nor iudgement must be dull Least that the leaude his lessons ouerthrowe But what of this the wise that sience knowe Euen as the Bee winns Honie from a weede In worthlesse bookes morallitie will reade The wise and mightie Kyng of Macedon Gaue charge a childe should wake him with his crie Phillip Phillip thy mortall state thinke on A morrall note for suche as looke so hye As if foresight were alwaie in their eye VVhen on mans wit saue one hath yet been suche But small aduise might sometyme aide hym muche Kyng Ptolomi the greate Astronomer Tooke greate delight with Shepherds oft to sitte VVhose notes he likte of fowle and faire weather Rude milo taught the Romaine Senate witte That clemencie for conquered men was fitte Euen so my muse perchaunce maie hit the marke That will content or teache the learned clarke Firste since my penne in hande did take a taste To shewe his praise that liu'de and died well The which performde not as his worth doeth aske But euen as farre as my good will could tell VVhere self conceight sends many vnto hell I wishe all men by his example learne To vse the worlde as thei maie heauen yearne To trust the worlde is to deceiue our Soule To loue his luste woorkes losse vnto our healthe His youthfull ioyes lades crooked age with dole To take his prais is to good fame a stealthe To sothe his Pride consumeth all our wealthe His quaffyng cuppes of vaine delight to taste Vpon the mynde doeth straight a Dropsie caste But if that man did neuer taste his sowre A slender tyme his sweete indures God wotte The fairest Rose semes freshe not halfe an howre The life of man is lickned to whiche lotte VVhen Death doeth come all pleasures goe to potte And then the leaude to thinke vpon their synne That neuer endes doe feele their paines beginne Stout Sampsons strength king Alexanders might Salomons wit Azaels runnyng swift Riche Craesus wealth bould Hectors force in fight Haniballes wyles Ackilles subtill drift Prothew that could his shape at pleasure shift Homers sweete tonge nor Tullies learned arte Could ward the dent of Atropos his darte The brightest sonne with beate a substaunce makes That dims his light and clads with cloudes the aire So pride a corse much like the sonne that takes VVoorkes of him selfe what doeth his state impaire Proude Absalon was strangled in his heare But wheather course or kinde doeth stop his breath At first or last the prowdest vayle to death Let Midas mone to mysers be a leache To gase on golde who star●'d for lacke of meate But what neede I them by examples teache Their care to get their care to keepe more greate VVith hellishe greefes doeth make the gredy sweate And all his care tends to no other ende But goods to saue for other men to spende Let Cesars faule that laied the world a longe Fore warne hie mindes how thei with Enuie swell VVormes profer force against vnkindly wronge Then man that beares of creatures all the bell Disdaines to be disdainde in doyng well And he whose praise by enuie is forestoode VVill seeke reuenge vppon his enimies blood The wrathfull man is sildome free from woe A prouerbe olde but daiely proued true The eger Cocke this furie right doeth showe The whiche till death doeth still his fight pursue Like fortune wrath for angrie men doeth brewe And yet reuenge a passion is so sweete As wit must staie or will his foe will meete Of Sodome and Gommorha the ruine warnes All sorts of men from wantonnesse to flye Poore Troie still for Paris whoredome yernes Stronge poysons close in golden cuppes doe lye Crocodyles teares intrappeth passers bye The like of lust with loue it lulls the fleashe Till from the bones it doeth the marrowe threashe The headlesse corse of Hollofernes wills Dronkennesse and Gluttonie to forbare The belchyng beast that naught but belly fils Of honest men is bauked euery where And of excesse thus Plato doeth declare In peace more men by surfet catche their bane Then in the wars by sworde and shot are slaine The last but not of worldly euels the least VVhen wee haue fed of vaine delights our fill Death commes in fine and doeth desolue the feast The sight of sinne then many a soule doeth kill Caule Iudas forthe and thousandes if you will And will them warne vs wretches by their faule That worldly ioyes at death doe tourne to gaule Epilogus Se heare the ioyes that worldlynges so desire Se how thei haste the death we faine would shunne Se here saunce Grace fagots for Sathans fire Se here with all the race this Lord did runne Se what a meane from these extreames he wonne Se se at death his consience well prepared And see the rest through sinne with sickenes scared FINIS His Pocey He was Soliciter of the augmentation corte He was speaker of the parlament Signes of a worthie Magistrate He was in Religion a good protestant The Queenes Magisty made hym Lorde keper and of her honorable priuie Counsell A necessarie Iudge in causes of contience Licurgus kyng of the Lacedemonians Platos opinion of an angrie Iudge A sweete blessyng A necessarie note for ould men Sommons vsed for sickenes Longe before he died he caused his tombe to bee made Senecas opinion of a good mans ende Phillip kyng of macedon Sallomon ●ryde ●ouetousnes Enuy. Wrath. Whoredom Gluttonie drunkenes Desperation