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A04725	Lady Pecunia, or The praise of money Also a combat betwixt conscience and couetousnesse. Togither with, the complaint of poetry, for the death of liberality. Newly corrected and inlarged, by Richard Barnfield, graduate in Oxford.; Encomion of Lady Pecunia	Barnfield, Richard, 1574-1627.	1605 (1605)	STC 1486; ESTC S104488	13,933	52

are spent in vaine For she is dead and J am left aliue Teares cannot call sweet Bountie back againe Then why doe I against Fate and Fortune striue And for her death thus weep lament and crie Sith euerie mortall wight is borne to die 35 But as the wofull mother doeth lament Her tender babe with cruell Death opprest Whose life was spotlesse pure and innocent And therefore sure it soule is gone to rest So Bountie which her selfe did vpright keepe Yet for her losse loue cannot chuse but weepe 36 The losse of her is losse to manie a one The losse of her is losse vnto the poore And therefore not a losse to me alone But vnto such as goe from Doore to Doore Her losse is losse vnto the fatherlesse And vnto all that are in great distresse 37 The maimed Souldier comming from the war The woefull wight whose house was lately burnd the sillie soule the wofull trauelar And all whom Fortune at her feet hath spurnd Lament the losse of Liberalitie It s ease to haue in griefe some Companie 38 the Wife of Hector sad Andromache Did not bewaile her husbands death alone But sith he was the troians onely stey the wiues of troy for him made aequall mone Shee shead the teares of Loue and they of pitty She for her deare dead Lord they for their Citty 39 Nor is the Death of Liberalitie Although my griefe be greater than the rest Onely lamented and bewaild of me And yet of me she was beloued best But sith she was so bountifull to all She is lamented both of great and small 40 O that my Teares could moue the powres diuine That Bounty might be called from the dead As Pitty pierc'd the hart of Proserpine Who moued with the Teares Admetus shed Did send him backe againe his louing Wife Who lost her owne to saue her husbands life 41 Jmpartiall Parcae will no prayrs moue you Can Creatures so diuine haue stonie harts Haplesse are they whose hap it is to proue you For you respect no Creatures good Desarts O Atropos the crueldst of the three Why hast thou tane my faithfull friend from me 42 But ah she cannot or she will not heare me Or if she doo yet may not she repent her then com sweet death O why dost thou for bear me Aye me thy Dart is blunt it will not enter Oh now J know the cause and reason why I am immortall and I cannot die 43 So Cytherae a would haue dide but could not When faire Adonis by her side lay slaine So I desire the Sisters what J should not For why alas J wish for Death in vaine Death is their seruant and obeys their will And if they bid him spare he cannot kill 44 Oh would I were as other Creatures are Then would I die and so my griefe were ended But Death against my will my life doeth spare So little with the fates I am befrended Sith when J would thou doost my sute denie Vile Tyrant when thou wilt I will not die 45 And Bounty though her body thou hast slaine Yet shall her memorie remaine for euer For euer shall her memorie remaine Whereof no spitefull Fortune can bereaue her Then Sorrow cease and wipe thy weeping eie For Fame shall liue when al the world shal die A Comparison of the Life of Man MAns life is well compared to a feast Furnisht with choice of all Variety To it comes time and as a bidden guest He sits him downe in Pompe and Maiesty The three fold age of Man the Waiters be Then with a earthen voyder made of clay Comes Death and takes the table cleane away Finis A Remembrance of some English Poets LIue Spenser euer in thy Fairy Queene Whose like for deepe Conceit was neuer seene Crownd mayst thou be vnto thy more renowne As King of Poets with a Lawrell Crowne And Daniell praised for thy sweet-chast verse Whose Fame is grav'd on Rosamonds blacke Herse Still mayst thou liue and still be honoured For that rare worke The White Rose and the Red. And Drayton whose well-written Tragedies And sweet Epistles soare thy fame to skies Thy learned Name is equall with the rest Whose stately Numbers are so well addrest And Shakespeare thou whose hony flowing vaine Pleasing the World thy Praises doth containe Whos 's venus and whose Lucrece sweet and chast Thy Name in fames immortall Booke haue plac't Liue euer you at least in Fame liue euer Well may the Body die but Fame die neuer Finis

Lady Pecunia OR The praise of Money Also A Combat betwixt Conscience and Couetousnesse Togither with The complaint of Poetry for the death of Liberality Newly corrected and inlarged by Richard Barnfield Graduate in Oxford Printed by W. I. and are to bee sold by Iohn Hodgets dwelling in Paules Churchyard a little beneath Paules Schoole 1605. The Authors first Epistle Dedicatory LEd by the swift report of winged Fame with siluer trumpet sounding forth your name To you I dedicate this merry Muse And for my Patron I your fauour chuse She is a Lady she must be respected She is a Queene she may not be neglected This is the shadow you the substance haue Which substance now this shadow seems to craue Richard Barnfield To the gentlemen Readers GEntlemen being incouraged through your gentle acceptance of my Cynthia I haue once more ventred on your curtesies hoping to find you as I haue done heretofore friendly Being determined to writ of something and yet not resolued of anything I considered with my selfe if one should write of Loue they will say euerie one writes of Loue if of vertue why who regards vertue To be short I could thinke of nothing but either it was common or not at all in request At length I beethoght my selfe of a Subiect both new as hauing neuer been written vpon before and pleasing as I thought because Mans Nature commonlye loues to heare that praised with whose presence he is most pleased Erasmus the glory of Netherland and the refiner of the Latin Tongue wrote a whole Booke in the praise of follye Then if so excellent a Scholler writ in praise of vanity why maye not I write in praise of that which is profitable There are not two Countreys where Gold is esteemed lesse than in India and more then in England the reason is because the Indians are barbarous and our Nation ciuill I haue giuen Pecunia the title of a Woman Both for the termination of the Word because as Women are shee is lou'd of men The brauest voyages in the World haue been made for Gold for it men haue ventured by Sea o the furthest partes of the earth In the pursute whereof Englandes Nestor and Neptune Hawkins and Drake lost their liues vpon the Deaths of the which two of the first I writ this The Waters were his winding Sheete the Sea was made his Toombe Yes for his Fame the Ocean Sea was not sufficient roome Of the latter this England his Hart his Corps the Waters haue And that which raisd his Fame became his graue The Praetorians after the death of Pertinax in the election of a new Emperour more esteemed the money of Iulianus then either the vertue of Seuerus or the valour of Pessennius Then of what great estimation this Lady Pecunia both hath beene in the world and is at this present I leaue to your Iudgement But what speak I so much of her praise in my Epistle that haue commended her so at large in my Booke To the reading whereof Gentlemen I refer you Lady Pecunia OR The praise of Money I Sing not of Angellica the faire For whom the Palladine of Fraunce fel mad Nor of sweet Rosamond old Cliffords heire Whose death did make the second Henry sad But of the fairest faire Pecunia The famous Queene of rich America 2 Goddesse of Gold great Empresse of the Earth O thou that canst doo all Thinges vnder Heauen That doost conuert the saddest mind to Mirth Of whom the elder age was quite bereauen Of thee I le sing and in thy Praise I le write You golden Angels helpe me to indite 3 You you alone can make my Muse to speake And tell a golden tale with siluer tongue You onely can my pleasing silence breake And adde some Musique to a merry Songue But amongst all the fiue in Musicks Art I worst can brooke the Countcr-tenor part 4 the Meane is best and that I meane to keepe So shall I keepe my selfe from that I meane Lest with some Others I be forc'd to weepe And cry Peccaui in a dolefull Scaene But to the matter which I haue in hand The Lady Regent both by Sea and Land 5 When Saturne liu'd and wore the Kingly Crowne And Ioue was yet vnborn but not vnbred this Ladies fame was then of no renown For Gold was then no more esteem'd then Lead then truth and Honesty were onely vs'd Siluer and Golde were vtterly refus'd 6 But when the Worlde grew wiser in Conceit And saw how men in manners did decline How Charitie began to lose her heate And One did at anothers good repine Then did the Aged first of all respect her And vowd from thence-forth neuer to reiect her 7 Thus with the World her beauty did increase And many Suters had she to obtaine her Some sought her in the Wars and some in peace But few of youthfull age could euer gaine her Or if they did she soone was gon againe And could with them but little time remaine 8 For why against the Nature of her Sexe That commonly despise the feeble Olde Shee loues old men but yong men she reiects Because to her their Loue is quickly colde Oldemen like Husbands iealous of their Wiues Lock her vp fast and keepe her as their liues 9 The young man carelesse to maintaine his life Neglects her loue as though he did abhor her Like one that hardly doth obtaine a wife And when he hath her once he cares not for her Shee seeing that the yong man doth despise her Leaues the franke hart and flyes vnto the miser 10 He entertaines her with a ioyfull hart And seemes to rue her vndeserued wrong And from his presence she shall neuer part Or if she doe he thinkes her absence long And oftentimes he sends for her againe Whose life without her cannot long remaine 11 And when he hath her in his owne possession He locks her in an yron-barred chest And doubting somewhat of the like Transgression He holds that yron-walled Prison best And least some Rusty sicknes should infect her He often visits her and doth respect her 12 As for the yong man subiect vnto sinne No maruell thogh the Diuell doe distresse him To tempt mans frailty which doth neuer linne Who many times hath not a Crosse to blesse him But how can he incurre the heauens Cursse That hath so many Crosses in his purse 13 He needs not fear those wicked sprights that walke Vnder the couerture of Cole-blacke Night For why the Diuell still a Crosse doth baulke Because on it was hangde the Lord of Light But let not Mysers trust to Siluer Crosses Least in the end their gaines be turnd to losses 14 But what care they so they may hoord vp golde Either for God or Deuill or heauen or hell So they may faire Pecuniaes face behold And euerie daie their Mounts of Money tell What tho to count their Coine they neuer blin Count they their coin counts not god their sin 15 But what talke I of