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death_n	sin_n	soul_n	world_n	9,573	5	4.8199	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A16757	I vvould, and would not	Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626?	1614 (1614)	STC 3664; ESTC S104802	15,932	46

Nor like a Lowse in beggars Residence Nor like a Flea that can but leape and skippe Nor like a worme but to be troden on Nor like a Gue-Gaw to be gaz'de vpon 142. Nor would I be a Byrd within a Cage Nor Dogge in Kennell nor a Bore in Stye Nor Crab-Tree-staffe to leane vpon for Age Nor wicked Liue to leade a Youth awrye Nor like a Flooke that floates but with the Fludde Nor like an Eele that liues but in the mudde 143. Nor would I haue the Crane picke out mine Eyes Nor Pyes nor Parats teach me how to prat● Nor fill my Pawnche too-full of Wood-cock-pyes Nor haue M●dge-Howlet make me watch too-late Nor let the Cu●kooe learne me how to sing Nor with a Buzzarde make too Lowe a wing 144. Nor would I bee a C●tte to hunt a Mowse Nor yet a Ferret to goe hunt a C●ny Nor yet an Ao● to stand and looke a Lowse Nor yet a Sh●epes-head to be solde for mony Nor yet a Hawke to se●ze vpon a Ducke Nor yet a Nars● to giue a Baby sucke 145. Nor would I write vpon the death of Dogges And say here lyes a good olde-stinking Curre Cut Rusty face● out of rotten Logges Nor of an Owles-skinne make an Ape a Furre Nor teach a Byrde to whistle in a Cage Nor be a Ministrell at a Marriage 146. Nor teach a Cat to hunt a Mowse drye-foote Nor a young Squyrrell ho● to clime a Reede A skarre-cr●w in a Garde● how to shoote Nor a blinde-Harper how a Song to reade Nor how a Fle● may scape the Fingers endes Nor how a Lowse may liue among her Friends 147. Nor would I be a Golden Alchymist To studie the Phylosophers fa●re stone And feede a sight of Fooles with Had-I-wist To weepe for S●luer when theyr Golde is gone Poope Noddy neuer was there such an other To make a Couzen of a simple Brother 148. Nor would I be a Foole when all is done To weare Pyed Coats Turn-spit eat fat-meat Follow my Master dandle his young Sonne And tell my Mistris who the Foole did beat That she might chide her Wenches euery one For medling with her Foole when she was gone 149. Nor sing new-Ballads nor make Countrey-games Nor set vp sights were neuer seene before Nor walke among my c●ue of Cursed-Dames And bee a Pander to a Paltry-Who No Pandarisme is so poore a Trade That none but Beggars bargaine for a Iade 150. No I would not bee any one of these Nor any of this wretched worlds delight I would not so my spirits comforts leese To haue mine Eyes bew●tcht frō heauenly light No I would haue an other World then this Where I would seeke for my Eternall-Blisse 151. And till I come vnto that Glorious place Where all Contents doe ouercome the heart And Loue doth liue in Euerliuing-Grace While greatest Ioy doth feele no smallest smart But GOD is all in all to his beloued The Sweet of soules that sweetest soules haue proued 152. To tell you truely what I wish to bee And neuer would be other if I could But in the comfort of the Heau'ns Decree In soule and bodie that I euer should Tho●g● in the world not to the world to liue But to my GOD my seruice wholly giue 153. This would I be and would none other be But a Religious seruant of my God And knowe there is none other God but he And willingly to suffer mercies Rod. Ioy in his Grace and liue but in his Loue And seeke my blisse but in the heauen aboue 154. And I would frame a kinde of faithfull praier For all estates within the state of Grace That carefull loue might neuer know despaire No ●eruile feare might faithfull loue deface And this would I both day and night deuise To make my humble spirits Exercise 155. And I would arede the rules of sacred Life Perswade the troubled soule to patience The husband Care and Comfort to the wife To Childe and seruant due obedience Faith to the friend and to the Neighbour peace That loue might liue and quarrels all may cease 156. Pray for the health of all that are deceased Confession vnto all that are Conuicted And patience vnto all that are displeased And comfort vnto all that are afflicted And mercy vnto all that haue offended And Grace to all that all may be amended 157. Pray for the King the Queene Countries health Their Royall issue and their Peeres of Estate The Counsaile Cleargy and the Common-wealth That no misfortune may their blisse abate But that th' Almighty so his Church will cherish That not a member of his Loue may perish 158. Wish King to haue King Dauids heart And euery Queene the Queene of Shelaus wit And euery Councell Salomons best part Of vnderstanding for a kingdome fit And euery Lady faire Rebeccaes face And euery Virgin the wise Virgins Grace 159. And euery Souldiour Iosuahs true spirit And euery Scholler Aarons eloquence And euery Miser wicked Diues merits And euery poore man Iobs true patience And euery Lawyer Maries heau'nly minde And euery Merchant of Zacheus kinde 160. Doe not with Esaw hunt for venizon And sell thy birthright for a messe of pottage Lest Iacob steale away thy benison When Isaach falls vpon the yeeres of dotage But be a Ioseph in the time of neede To good olde Iacob and his blessed seede 161. Be Abraham in obedient sacrifice And follow Lot in his loues holines Like Salomon be in thy Iudgement wise And Ionathan in friendships faithfulnes Like Henoch make thy Ioy of heauenly loue And with Eliah liue in Heau'n aboue 162. And diet not with Holofernes drinke But follow Iudith in her ioyfull strength Let Dalila not make stout Sampson winke Lest the Philistines fall on thee at length Nor Sal●mon be led with Pharaohs Childe Lest by the flesh the spirit be beguilde 163. Be both a Priest a Prophet and a King A Priest to make thy selfe a Sacrifice A Prophet to declare the way to bring The blessed Spirit vnto Paradise A King to rule thy selfe with such direction Thy Soule may keepe thy body in subiection 164. Know what and how where when to speake Be fearefull how thou doest thy God offend A vertuous vow take heed thou doest not breake And mercies pleasure willingly attend Holde backe thy hand from all vnlawfull Action And weane thy Spirit from vngodly Faction 165. Flatter not folly with an idle faith Nor let earth stand vpon her owne desart But shew what wisedome in the Scripture saith The fruitfull hand doth shew the faithfull hart Beleeue the word and thereto bend thy will And teach obedience for a blessed skill 166. Chide sinners as the father doth his childe And keepe them in the Awe of louing feare Make sinne most hatefull but in words be milde That humble patience may the better heare And wounded conscience may receiue reliefe Whē true repentance pleades the sinners griefe 167. Yet flatter not the foule delight of sinne But make it loathsome in the ●ie of Loue And seeke the hart with holy thoughts to winne Vnto the best way to the soules behoue So teach so liue that both in word and deede The world may Ioy thy heau'nly rules to reade 168. Heale the infect of sinne with oile of Grace And wash the Soule with true Cōtritious teares And when Confession shewes her heauy Case Deliuer faith from all Infernall feares That when high Iustice threatens sinne with death Mercy againe may giue Repentance breath 169. Sit not with Sathan on the Horse of pride But see sweet Iesus sitting on an Asse Better on foote then sowly so to ride As with the Diuell into hell to passe There is no meane but either heau'n or hell For on this Earth must no man euer dwell 170. Time hath a course which nature cannot stay For youth must die or come to doting Age What is our life on Earth but as a play Where many a part doth come vpon the Stage Rich poore wise fond faire fowle great smal And olde and young death makes an ende of al. 171. Where he that makes his life a Comedy To laugh and sing and talke away the time May finde it in the ende a Tragedy When mournefull Bells doe make no merry chime When sad despaire shall feare Infernall euill While Sinne and death are Agents for the diuel 172. But doe not Raue nor Raile nor stampe nor stare As if thy care would goe to cuffes with sinne But shew how mercy doth Repentance spare While working faith doth heau'nly fauour winne And loues obediēce to the law doth proue The chosen Soule that God doth chiefly loue 169. Thus would I spend in seruice of my God The lingring howres of these fewe daies of mi●e To shew how sinne and death are ouertrod But by the vertue of the power diuine Our thoughts but vaine our substance slime and dust And onely Christ for our Eternall trust 174. This would I be and say would not no more But onely not be otherwise then this All in effect but as I said before The life in that lifes kingdomes loue of his My glorious God whose grace all comfort giues Then be on Earth the greatest man that liues FINIS

might make the Beggers m●rry all When they but sawe the shadowe of my feet And Churles might chafe to see me so to throw Away the wealth that they did scrape for so 117. And yet I would not least when all were gone My stocke my goods my Leases my Lands It sure would breake my heart to looke vpon My whole estate to be in others hands And then to hide me in some secret place Or grieue to death to thinke of my disgrace 118. I would I were so neate and Spruse a Noddy As all in print might speake and looke walke And so become for euery idle body A kinde of ●able or a Stable-talke And say to see me tripping on the Toe The Fool 's so prowd he knows not how to goe 119. And yet I would not least some Wood-cock-asse To equall me in my 〈◊〉 Might paint and princke himselfe vp in a glasse And studie counterfeit Gentilitie And so perhaps put mee into some passion To see my fashion growe so out of fashion 120. No I will rather wisely looke about me And weare both what how might fit my state And haue a care within what were without me I might not be an Owle to wonder at But I might passe through all the Pide-coat-throng And bee no Taber for an idle-toong 121. I would I were a Beastly Epicure That car'de for nothing but to eate and drinke And talke of nought but Natures-Nour●ture And filling vp my Flagons to the brinke Of lusty swallowes and of pleasing taste And make no care how much good meat I waste 122. And yet I would not least the world should say Looke yonder goes a barrell full of Beere Who gulls in more good victualls in one day Then might suffize an honest man a yeere And ere he dye it will no doubt be found The Beast did burst stunck aboue the ground 123. No I had rather keepe a better Dyet And liue with Bread and water all my life Then in my Guttes to keepe so great a Ryot And in my S●omacke haue so sore a strife That I should puffe and blowe and swell sweat And be halfe-dead ere I disgest my meat 124. I would I were a man of all mens mindes My Wit were drawne into all kinde of passions And my Conceyts were all of sundry kindes My Cloathes made after all-Countrey-fashions I knew the secret of all Natures-sence And so of Earth and all her Excellence 125. And yet I would not for then sure should I Be all too gaz'd at wheresoere I goe And like the poore bare-feather'd Aesops-Pye When euery Byrd did her owne-feather knowe Be followed with many a flowting-lacke Or Rauens feathers all pull'd from my backe 126. No I had rather weare but home-spun-thread And haue my Cloathes close vpon my Breech And by my Labours-toyle to get my bread And vse no other but my Countrey-speech And rather haue a Foole thinke mee a foole Then craftie work-men know me by my Toole 127. I would I were the truest-hearted woman That euer spake with a most pleasing Toung And neuer meane to giue offence to no man Nor neuer thrust into an idle throng But so haue care of all my Cariage It may be helpe vnto my Mariage 128. And yet I would not for then euery Maide Within our towne would stand laugh at me And call me Foole and say I were afraide To know what in an honest man might be For shee that will not looke ere shee did leape Might curse the Trades-man though his Ware were cheape 129. No I had rather be a reasonable T●ue Honest Witty merry Bony-Kate That would not feare the Constable To see him looke in at our window-Grate As many We●ches will be now and then That haue bene medling with too-many men 130. I would I were the rarest Politician That euer plotred for preheminence And of the Doggedst disposition That euer was in Natures residence And car'de not how the worlde to Ruine went So I might onely purchase my Content 131. And yet I would not For then doe I feare Some sudden-Flash frō Heau'n would fall vpon me And all the world reioyce to see and heare In helples griefe how I am woe begon me When I of force should bid the world Fare-well And Death were sent to summon mee to Hell 132. No I had rather keepe the plaine High-way That leades the soule to her Eternall rest Then by Illusion seeke out a wry-way To hatche my Egges vp in the Diuells-nest And with the Worlde when I had made an ende To finde in Heau'n an Euerlasting-Friende 133. I would I were and yet I would not too Because I know not that I know ●ot what And when I would doe then I cannot doe When that would put out this this put out that And such strange Fancies would ●y spir●t feede That in the ende I should grow mad indeede 134. Then let me see if I at least can see What may be seene that 's worthie to be seene Wherein might be and onely there might bee That always hath bene and hath on●ly beene In true Conceit in state of Comforts store Where I would be a●d say would not no more 135. Yea that 〈◊〉 such a thing indeed to finde As one mi●●t seeke vntill ●is Eyes were out With all the st●ength both of ●is heart and minde And trauell ouer all the Earth about A●d noting Natures workes and worth in all Finde all as nothing or to nothing ●all 136. Yet there is something wheresoere it is And it is some-w●●re and no-where but there Where all is well and nothing is a●●sse But yonder here and there and e●e●●-where Where the bright-Eyes of Bless●d-Soules may see Where all the Ioyes of Hearts and Soul●● may bee 137. ●ut wher●s this same where that wold be known And wh●re is this same knowledge to be ●ound And where is such a seede of Science sowne And where is such a blessed piece of ground And where is such a Blessing to be sought That for that worth se●● al the world at ●ought 138. Where all the pride of Beawtie is put downe What Natures Reason must subscribe to Grace And wit and will may wander vp and downe And Vertue onely keepes a Glorious pl●ce Where shee alone vnto her Seruants showes Where a●l the com●ort of the spirit goes 139 Yea there alone the heart and soule may finde The sacred summe of their Eternall-Sweete Which gladdes the soule the spirit and the minde Where all the Graces do toegther meete And all together doe agree in one To sing in Glorie to thei● GOD alone 140. What neither great nor wise no● Rich nor faire What would ● be then might I as I would I would not be a Moate amidst the Ayre Nor yet a Mowle to digge within the ground Nor Byrd nor Beast that can but eate and sleepe Nor like a Baby can but laugh and weepe 141. Nor like a Bowby without wit or sence Not like a Baboune for a Bearardes whippe