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A16756
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Machiuells dogge
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Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626?; Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626? I would, and would not. aut
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and the Commons wealth The vertuous honour and the gracious health Inuay against all vile iniquity But chide the sinner with no bitter checke But so perswade him with such piety That on the blocke hee may lay downe his necke And at the stroke of death such comfort finde As mercy giues to a repentant mind Come by the proude with Lucifers great fall And lay downe Dinah at the vnchast dore The irreligious with the life of Paul Who once conuerted neuer fell no more The painted face with wicked Iezabel And the rich Churle with Diues deepe in hell Come by the fine but fond conceited wit With Herods and in all his Eloquence And tell the franticke in a furious fit Of cursed Saul in his impatience With Ananiah touch ill conscience And bribing hands with 〈◊〉 thirty pence Come by the Iudge that giues Iniustice doome With Pilats feare of Cesar more then God And bid the Tyrant looke on Neroes toombe Whose flesh an earth with wormes doth make abode While deepe in hell his soule doth feele the smart Of a proud Tirants bloody wicked hart Tell them that murmure at heauens Maiesty Of Corah Dathan and Abirams death And finely touch the tongue of blasphemie With huge Goliah in his hellish breath And bid the murtherer looke on Abels blood When teares nor prayers Caine did any good And tell the powerfull in their highest places That mercy is the grace of maiesty And from the poore the proud that turne their faces Shall finde the fruits of their Impiety When deafened hellish eares and blinded eyes Will see no teares nor heare the damned cries Allure the world to charitable loue And shew the comfort of a christian peace And seeke the sweetnesse in the soule to proue How patience vertue makes all passions cease In humble faithfull carefull constant kinde Set downe the notes of a true noble mind Bid virgins follow all the Virgin Mary And men their Master Christ in all his merits And men and women all their selues so carry That they may shew true hearts and christian spirits In mildenesse meekenesse and loues lowlinesse Set dovvne the notes of natures happinesse Giue beauty warning of a wanton eye And riches warning of a wretched mind And Honour warning of Indignity And aged eyes from being Cupid blinde And power a warning of the fall of pride And pray the gracious may in grace abide And shew the curses threatned vpon sinne The blessings on obedience vnto grace And how the cursed here their hell beginne Whose teares nor prayers in mercy haue no place And how the blessed heere beginne to tast The ioyes of heauen that shall for euer last Wish euery King to haue King Dauids heart And euery Queene the Queen of Shebâ—s wit And euery Councell Salomons best part Of vnderstanding for a kingdome sitte And euery Lady fayre Rebeccaâ— face And euery Virgin the wise Virgins grace And euery Souldier Iosuahs true spirit And euery Scholer Aarons Eloquence And euery Miser wicked Diâ—â—â— merit And euery poore man Ioâ—â— true patience And euery Lawyer Moses hâ—â—â—nly mind And euery Marchant of Zacâ—â—â— kind Doe not with Esau him of or Venisâ—â— And sell thy birthright for a messe of poâ—ge Lest Iacob steale away thy Bâ—â—â—on When Isaac fals vpon the yeeres of â—otagâ— But be a Ioseph in the time of heed To good olde Iacob and his blessed seed Be Abraham in his sonnes sacrifice And follow Loâ— in his loues hâ—â—linesse Like Salomon be in thy iudgement wise And Ionathan in friendship faithfulnesse Like Henoch make thy â—oâ—◠〈◊〉 loue And with Eliah liue 〈…〉 Be both a Priest a Prophet and a King A Priest to make thy heart 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 Oh kill not Conscience with a cruell letter Yet let the Atheist haue but little hope And count the false Professor little beâ—â—er That for dissembling doth deserâ—â—â— the rope For cleanely Cookâ—â— doe more it is a â—â—â—th That filthy water makes 〈◊〉 â—o â—efoâ—â—e bâ—â—â—â—â— And make no monster member of the Church Nor take ill counsell of Achitophel Nor let illusion giue thy soule the lurch To leade thy heart into the sinke of hell Teach humble loue hate all ambitionâ— pride And shrowde thy vertues vnder Graâ—s side And diet not with Holoforâ—es drinke But ioyne with Iudith in her ioyfull strength Let Dalila not make stout Sâ—mpson winke Lest the Philistints fall on thee at length No Salomon be led by Pharaâ—â— â—â—lâ—iâ—â— â—est by the flesh the spirit be bâ—â—â—â—lde Know what and when and where and how to speake Bee fearefull how thou doest thy God offend A vertuous vow take heede thou doest not breake And Mercies pleasure patiently aâ—enâ— Loue no man for his purse 〈◊〉 for his place But for his wit his vertue and his grace Be wisely carefull but not couetous For Conscience woâ—â—e will make a mortall wound And be deuout but not Idolatrous For that both soule and body will confound Be kindly louing 〈…〉 lecherous For that in nature is most impious To idle things accustome not thy thought And tremble at the word of Blasphemy With vaine perswasions 〈…〉 wrought And keepe thy tongue from 〈◊〉 Infamy Hold backe thy hand from all vnlawfull action And weane thy Spirit from vngodly faction Care not to reade except to understand And let thy learning teach thee how to liue With perfect care let euery course be scand And spare to spend that thou mayest haue to giue Thinke no man happy o◠〈…〉 Stage Where death and 〈…〉 make a marriage Prie not into the faults of priuâ—â—◠〈◊〉 To lay them open to their â—â—eed shâ—â—â—â— Nor strike a dash with a false deadly peâ—â—e To kill the credit of an honest naâ—e And for the simple vse no â—â—btilâ—â—aiâ—â—â— But pitty the afflicted in their paines Flatter not folly with â—n idle faith Nor let earth stand vpon her owne desart But shew what wisdome in the scripture saith The fruitfull hand doth show the â—â—thful â—art Beleeue the Word and thâ—â— to â—â—nd thy will And teach obedience for a blessed 〈◊〉 Let not the beauteous nor the riâ—h be proud Nor aged wanton nor the youthfull wilde For in the rules of Grace 〈◊〉 not allow'd And graceles hâ—â—ts are all from heauen eâ—â—ld Let valour nor be cruell wiâ—â—â— kinde Nor base conceits corrupt a noâ—le mind But do not raue nor raile 〈◊〉 staâ—â—â—or stare As if thy care would go to â—â—ffes with sinne But shew how mercy doth repentance sparâ— Whilest working faith doth heau'nly faâ—our winne And Loues obedience to the 〈◊〉 dâ—â—h prâ—â—e The chosen soule that God doth chiefly loue Chide â—inners as the Father doth his childe And keepe them in the awe of louing feare Make sinne most hatefull but in words be nice That humble patience may the better heare And wounded conscience may receyue reliefe When true repentance pleadeâ— the sinners griefe Throw not the sinner headlong to damnation Nor fright the faithfull with a cursed feare But winne Repentance vnto Reformation And teach the Christian how his crosse to beare Giue comfort in thy Cares instruction To saue the faithfull from the soules destruction Heale the Infect of sinne with oyle of grace And wash the soule with true contritions teares And when Confession shewes her heauy case Deliuer faith from all Infernall feares That when high Iustice threatâ—â—â— sinne with death Mercy againe may giue Repentance breath Yet flatter not the fowle delight of sinne But make it loathsome in the eye of loue And seeke the heart with holy câ—res to winne To worke the best way for the soules be â—â—ue So teach so liue that both 〈…〉 deed The would 〈…〉 Time hath a course that 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 fayre fowle and great and small And old and young death makes an end of all Where hee that makes his life a Comedy To laugh and sing and talke away the Time Shall finde it in the end a Tragedie When mournefull bells will make no merry chime When sad despayre shall feare infernall euill While Sinne and death are Agents for the Deuill Oh when the rich and greedy Miser dies While fearefull visions will his soule affright And keepe his heart in hellish miseries To looke vpon so many a fearefull sight When Pride oppression Auarice and Theft Of hope of mercy hath the foule bereft And when the Murtherer that delights in blood Shall feele his heart to haue a mortall wound And grieues to looke vpon ill gotten good While guilty conscience runnes his care a ground What will hee doe when truth his soule shall tell A tyrants blood shall make a broth in hell