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An epitome of the vvorlds woe vvherein is perspicuously discouered, the lamentable miseries of the world, in these tempestuous times, the infidelitie of fained friends, and ficklenesse of deceitefull fortune : continued by way of meditation and resolution / by Geo. Dichante, gent.
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Dichante, George.
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when scourg'd with skarres A graue of ignorance a field of folly That showes vs mirth yet stor'd with melancholy Curst Cares Charibdes and a dangerous deepe Wherein the godly many crosses reape A very Scilla wherein our desires Do also perish with vaine lucres fires For the base vulger makes no accompt of them That merit well or sprung of Noble Stem But those that can support and maintaine pleasures And onely wade in wealth and â—â—â—daâ—ie treasures When these bereft of liuing and of state Do curse their birth-day and the faith of fate Yet still the base broode cast a semblance sowre Vpon good qualities if they be poore When they fond clues his outside onely see And braue apparell without honestie But care not for all qualities a pin Nor the sweete gifts that he retaines within When the best Clearkes did often on it vant And banisht Opulence to line in want As Bias carried all his wealth about And dog'd Diogenes lay in 's Tub without Poore Irus Codrus and a many moe That sought things firme and let the fickle goe For plaine experience let these learned see Want is the Mistresse of Philosophie Their skill and learning told them this for sure That riches and preferment would not dure But vertues lustre lasteth during breath And makes our name Immortall after death This should be apprehended of the wise Though they seeme sordid in the vulgers eyes Their iudgements fallible and comes not neare The true insight but iudge as things appeare When wisedome alway doth of things take heede Not as they seeme but as they be indeed So still the noble striue for to surmount The Pedants censure and the vulgers count For when the brittle state of things they see And whâ—â— sâ—â—ll â—old 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 They cleaue to that which brings perpetuall gaine And makes men without ruine long to raigne But not of riches friends or lands to boast That long a gathering are and soone are lost Nor great ones loues for like the Scithian floure Their fauours fade or flourish in an houre Did not Aegyptian Ptholomie affect Ewsenides with honor and respect That what he spake though he prou'd but a Daw It was reputed for a lasting law Instal'd in offices and finally He waxt most opulent and proud thereby Reioycing greatly in his happy fate He boastingly one time said to his mate The King no more can attribute to me Then the sole rule of all his Monarchie Who answer'd Sir be not deceiu'd thinke how The Fate that gau 't can tak 't againe from you And that would prooue to your eternall strife The saddest day you ere had in your life Short after Ptholomie did him espie Talking with women very wantonly Whom he affected Ptolomia anon Caus'd all the women poyson drinke vpon Berâ—ft Ewsenides of all 's estate And lastly hang'd him on the Portall gate So by Senerus Plancina was promoted Till in his too much dignity he doted For checking of his Princes eldest sonne 〈…〉 Then Commodus his man Cleander lou'd Whose loue a long time could not be remoou'd For he was wise yet auarous and greedy And often times these proue but little speedy For when the Souldiers with a warrant came To aske their pay he did deny the same Though sealed with the Signet of the King And when the Souldiers did relate the thing For contradiction of the Kings command He hastily was hanged out of hand His goods confiscate and his noble name Togither with his life did end in shame Constantius to Hortensius had a fauour And deerely lou'd him for his good behauiour As one on whom rely'd his chiefe protection All his affaires were done by his direction Yet when the King receiu'd intelligence He was the Authâ—r of a foule offence Did touch his person straight way for the deed He was adiudged for to lose his head Nay and a number I could mention heere Who in great loue and estimation were Yet for such triuiall faults were done to death And all their blessings blasted with their breath Great Alexander in his angry mood Slewe Carterus and basely shed his blood Though Cincinnatus was Bittillons friend Yet was Bittilion Cincinnatus end So in mens fauours there 's no constancy For changes come i th â—â—iâ—â—ling of an eye And if from ancient Stories we descend To moderne acts and marke the timelesse end Of Fauorites here I truely might infold More presidents then all this booke can hold These represent to our meditations Liuely illustrate this worlds alterations And that there is no minute hour nor day But Woe and Gladnesse alter still their stay For which sage Solons speeches I commend And say No man is happy till his end Another greefe to make my woe amends Doth torture me and that is faithlesse friends Who when they see some poore sinister puffe Of Fate assault a friend Oh! that 's enough And causes good they haue then to reiect him Leaue him to helpe himselfe they 'le not respect him Some of this stampe I haue but sure not many But of that crew I wish I had not any For in a little triall I haue found Their bounties backward their hearts hide-bound When friends affliction puts them to the touch Then little helpe or heart is showne from such Yet farre be it our consanguinitie Should with vnnaturall affinitie Be cloyed thus though some there be that 's ill Yet I haue others that prooue honest still And for their parts thus much I 'le boldly say For no aduersity they 'le turne away But for the first all goodnesse doth forsake them Whom God amend or 〈…〉 For as their hearts are hardned to do ill So are their hands to propagate their will Their infamy and names I might haue noted And all their malice in the margent quoted But for my present ease I will forbeare And presse them in another place then here They are forwarned now and I protest Though they scape hanging yet they shall be prest For he indeed ought to be term'd a friend whose loue and aide last firme vnto the end That willingly doth offer with his heart Of a poore penny to his friend a part And willingly supplies what he doth lacke Meate for his mouth and cloathing for his backe Doth succor him before he asketh aide And 's fixed to him when all others fade For this is true none dare I thinke deny it To beg a thing of friendship is to buy it And such as in mens miseries forsake them They 're monsters made of men what can you make them For while that happy fortune doth in sue Friends grow then reckon them you 'l finde enough There 's goodman get-all and my neighbour Iane Must needes be sent for vnto gratious Lane She 's very honest and I meane to meete Her as she promis't me in Gracious streete But lauisht out and you shall see this rag-taile Where there no Gold-Finch is will proue a Wagtaile Then goodman get-all and long Iane the Iade Will curâ—e your
pouerty like mistrisse Blade And they are Iewes that haue a friend indeed Indued with vertues though he be in need And do restraine their hands and then forsake him When as their furtherance might marre or make him For can a man that truly is possest Of vertuous ornaments within his brest Can he I say long want or stand in need Though for a time his hopes be buried No he 'l be still releeu'd each noble heart If friends vnwilling prooue wil soster Art For as the sunne when some obscuring cloud Doth in her bosome all her splendor shroud Though thus I say he shroud it from our sight Yet can he not extenuate his light So when a Wise man seemes to suffer need And cloudy want doth make his vertues dead For a small time that broke and vanisht quite Then doth his splendor shine through's learned light And a true friend will neuer during breath Forsake his friend for feare of paine or death Nay after death he will lament the end Of such a loyall and a louing friend And in the world there 's not nor cannot be More perfect loue then this and amitie That 's for a friend no perils to forsake May for the furtherance of his matters make This caused Plato often take his way From learned Athens to Sicilia And for no other end but looke vpon His true and trusty louer Phocion For of a wiseman to inioy the sight The wayes though long is short the labour light Tianeus as some Historians say Parted from Rome past through all Asia Saild ouer Nilus with vndanted boldnesse Endur'd the blasts of Cancasus his coldnesse Waded in cold through her congealed fountaines Suffered the heates of all the Riphean mountaines And to no other end but to conferre With his Hyarchus the Philosopher Agesilans hearing that his friend In remote Countries were i' th prison pend He set's affaires aside and went his way Longing to finde where his beloued lay Whom when he found vnto the King he went And him saluted with this complement Redoubted Roy a friend I haue and he Is here captiued by your Royaltie Of his distressed case some pitty take And if you please to free him for my sake Or giue him honor dignity or pelfe I take the deede as done vnto my selfe And I assure you Oh most Royall King You cannot chastice nor do any thing Vnto my friend but if I hear 't or see I feele the torment too aswell as hee Thus did the noble man great loue descrie Vnto his friend though in aduersitie And of all worldly pompe riches and pleasure 〈…〉 As a true friend to whom a man may show All secrets though none but himselfe doth know He may recount to him his woes and griefes And trustily rely on his reliefes In briefe he may repose without all doubt To him his secrets both within and out For he is sure to reape this for his gaines And be releiued in his woe and paines Counseld in perils and aduersities And be reioyc'd with in prosperities But such a friend is rare and hard to finde Wherefore to choose one of an honest mind We must be wary his condition be Godly and good and ioyn'd with honestie Not couetous vnpatient or vniust Thou maist then be deceiued in the trust Seditious factious nor that mooueth strife Presumptuous nor faulty in his life For if he be infected with those crimes As many be now in these latter times Reiect him trust him not nor come not nie him And if he proffer loue to thee deny him For none will buy a horse or count him trim Vnlesse he see him sound of wind and limme Nor none will bargaine for pure silke or cloath But he 'l first view that it be free from Moath Nor wine vntill that he can truely tell The colour 's pure and it will rellish well So none that 's wise will proffer all his fauour To any if he know not his behauiour But with Augustus alwayes carefull be Whom thou admittest in thy amity And when true triall doth informe that he Is euery way compleate for honestie Then let thy heart on such a friend take hold Reiect him not for siluer nor for gold Fot if we will beleeue the Antique stories Wherein 's recorded many Monarches glories We shall perceiue how friendship they reputed And how sincerely for true friends they suited As Alexander Aristotle lou'd King Cyrus Chylon that so faithfull prou'd Great Ptolomie Pithimon much affected And with all reuerence he him respected Pyrrus Satirus August Symonides Traiane Plutarchus Scipio Sophocles Which men for friendship haue beene much esteem'd And mirrors of good manners haue beene deem'd The worlds true Worthies were they in their daies Wherein their seruice meritted true praise But oh this iron age which we liue in True friends are sowne thicke but they come vp thinne For in these dayes t is difficult to know Whether a man by 's words meanes well or woe Some Parasite reiected punckes will praise And terme her the true Damsell of our dayes Extoll her to the hight and tell her how But she ther 's none of any worth liues now Insinuating with this base intent To let her heare how he can complement Or else with her he gladly would make friends For 's owne commodity and proper ends But step aside he 'l say she is a scab And to his neighbour call her scume and drab Thus idle heads that so to sawne deuise Do circumuent such with a thousand lies And make their promise very large and faire But their performance is not worth a haire But let the wise take heede not to relieue them And when they speake most faire the lesâ—e beleeue him Trust not faire language many oathes not so But heare them for a while than let him go Well now Woes tract and Fickle faith I 'ue done Wherein a slender course my Muse hath ronâ—e Which some may blame me for when t is well scand As too too young to take this taske in hand To which I answer now that euen I Though twenty yeeres I hardly haue past by Yet Iue obseru'd sometime that forced teares Of woe asmuch as some of forty yeeres Therefore graue Seniors and you froward blood That grin at goodmen when they wish you good Excuse my weakenesse if you be not coy To take instruction from a witlesse boy Regard a while and let there grow no griefe That here I reckon other woes in briefe It is a woe when men of good deserts Should vilipended be with meere vpstarts Because they want and men that little know 〈…〉 This is the world a knaue that will not lacke A precious outside for his Asses backe Shall be esteem'd though the foole be mute Yet shall he be commended for his suite I greeue againe when Petti-foggers be So au'rous no conscience they wil see But with long Gownes they keepe their coxcombes warme And sell their breath for many a poore mans harme For bribes extoll them to a