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A68662	The rewarde of wickednesse discoursing the sundrye monstrous abuses of wicked and vngodlye worldelinges: in such sort set downe and written as the same haue béene dyuersely practised in the persones of popes, harlots, proude princes, tyrauntes, Romish byshoppes, and others. VVith a liuely description of their seuerall falles and finall destruction. Verye profitable for all sorte of estates to reade and looke vpon. Nevvly compiled by Richard Robinson, seruaunt in housholde to the right Honorable Earle of Shrovvsbury. A dreame most pitiful, and to be dreaded.	Robinson, Richard, fl. 1574.	1574 (1574)	STC 21121.7; ESTC S110696	77,705	128

That to the show semes greate too worldly eye Who dwelles in Princes fauours that knowes him selfe Or at the least for gettes not what he was Who lookes not hye that catcheth worldly wealth Which slippes away as dewe vpon the grasse Fye on it fye it leades to endles fire And meare destruction bringes on them that it desire But in valleys lowe the qiuetst dwelling is On loftye mountaines the storming blast doth blowe The mounting Phenix shall witnesse bée of this Who doth full well the heartes of climbers showe Whose ende with her doth meare destruction call Which doth from loftye skyes belowe to ashes fal Who with Icarus séemes to flye a lofte Or with the Pine his fellowes ouergrowes That many times with fortune is not skofte And with the Pine be rente and spoilde of bowes Who standeth in conceyte with folishe fonde Nessus That in the ende of his misfortune misses But what auailde the Bookes that I haue read The wicked ende of none might cause mée to amende I sawe long syth howe euery Tyrant spead By worthy writers wose actes had Clerkly pende And theyr succes that in such vice abounded Howe short they rainde and were by God confounded But let me bée for so I maye no doubte Full well be made a mirrour to each one That be in Princes fauour make them selues so stout As I vnhappy wretch haue beene not long a gone I had so deepe a witte to purchase worldly wealth In vertue a very foole and cleane deceiu de my selfe And with these wordes his paines so much encreaste That worse then mad a thousand times he flinges Then to the brinke of loathsome lake hee preste And cryed behold what wicked doinges bringes Drawe neare good Morpheus harken what I saye And to thy friendes report another daye I was quoth hée aduaunste to such degrée And in the fauour stoode of Alexanders grace So much at last that in all causes hée Looke mine aduise in thinges that doubtful was My counsell lead him euer as my list Who had a s●te I not his friende his purpose mist All men gaue place when I in counsell close Unto this noble Emperoure both night and day My fame eache howre encreased styl and rose I saued whome my list agayne I put awaye Whome pleased mee and ruled mee at will I made both good and bad full glad to please mée still Vetronius Turinus is my proper name Chiefe counseller this famous Emprour too Which bleard my inward eyes in tasting of the same I could not know my selfe as I was wont to doe Such incōparable sweetnesse is found in Princes fauor Whom Fortune calles so high forgets their owne behauiour Such hap a while excéedeth Loios taste Whose sinatch some lickoras lips the most doe wishe Yet whosoeuer to gape therefore doth haste Sal trye in th ende Serdonia plaine it is For sweetest meates soure sauce they saye is best This is and euermore was vsed at eache feast Thus I elect and chosen chiefe of all In secreate familiaritie with this noble man I was so pufte with pride I did mistrust no fall Thus eache mans heart through dread and feare I wan A while I plaide the B●are I nipt both yong and olde I kept them so in awe to barke none durst bée bolde Thus euery man of mée did stand in feare Eache one with bending knées to me did bowe They honoured mée ●s I the ▪ Emproure were I gaped for such glory as was not méete nor dew Thus like a chowgh depaint in peacoks tayles Amid the gulfe of Cille I hoyst my rotten sayles And at the length this one thing blinded me When euery man my lawfull fauour sought Then I began to looke both stowte and hie I spake them fayre when inwarde ill I thought Great bribes I did receyue and made all men beléeue That whome my list I coulde both gladde and grieue Thus ritche I made my selfe and most men poore That to this noble Emproure any sute procurde And those of whome the Emproure made a store Such meanes I wrought that long he not indurde And yet a greater sleyght then this I vsed long I dayly sought to wrest all men with wrong Faire wordes I ●edde them with and nothing elles On eyther part their money I receyued I eate their kirnels and fed them with the shelles Who trusted me that scaped vndeceyued I playde the Mariner that looketh backe and rowes And yet with floode his boate contrarie flowes For where these suters did awayte to knowe By me this noble Emperour his pleasure Then would I nodde my head and frindely countenaunce showe As who shoulde saye abyde a nother leysure Thus of the Emprours graue determination I made a trade as t were an occupation Till at the length all men with murmuration Perceyuing that I fabled with them so With open Iawes made open exclamation And earnest lookes cast on me too and fro Whereat report a Poste did sende for Fame Which causd hir crooked Trumpets sound abrode the same Thus to this noble Princes eares at length it came And publisht all abroade it was on euery side And of the same accusde of euery man That rounde about me stoode and to the Emprour cryde O famous noble prince incline thine eares to heare Turinus wickednesse to thée shall now appeare Then all my former lyfe disclosed was And prooude by credible persons before my face When the Emperour vnderstoode both more and les He iudgde me to be led into the market place Where straungers were of countries far and nye Which grieude me worse then twentie times to die In the market place sometime where I with pryde More like a Prince then otherwise had walkd the stones There to a stake my limbes full fast they tyde With cruell engins inuented for the nonce Where young and olde stoode rounde about to sée The fall of him which earst did looke full hie Then hidden malice did shewe his furious face Whose tongues before as swéete as suger séemde And crying sayde thou Tyraunt voyde of grace The proofe is plaine it was not as thou wéende Thou thought thou had our harts because we capt and knéelde Which inwardely with spitefull hate we stéelde Then curses blacke into the skies they sende To all the Gods where mightie Ioue doth sitte That after all this shame I might be torne and rent Within the puddle of Plutos stincking pitte And there withall their handes a pace they clappe Gréene stickes and stubble about the stake they wrap And fire thereto on euery side they set Whose powdering smoke mountes vp the loftie skies The flashing flame eche man was prone to let To th' ende thereby my doubled paine might rise Thus lingered life with tormentes worse then death By meanes of smoke compelde to yelde my breath Whereat with gladsome heartes reioyced many a one Tooth ' great reproche of all my bloode and line With hast a Bedle Themperour calde on And straightly chargde about the stake that

did winns The Deuill so kindled his stre in my breast and fostered in mée such detestable vice Because Alexander was not slaine I could not rest that was mine Awntes sonne both learned and wise To poyson him I offered Jewelles of great price because my wickednesse so much hée hated One while treason I conspired with spice in diuers drinkes and meates his death I animated But nowe behold the guerdon and rewarde of filthy vile and detestable life And howe the Gods theyr seruauntes doe regarde defending them from murders bloody knife My endeful wel maye warne both man and wife for Alexander whome I thought to kill Hée scapte the snare when I began to drife the first I was my selfe that in the same did sy●●● For hée through vertue wanne the noble heartes of thancient Senate and commons of the same In whose safegarde not one from other starles but with consent togeather ioyntly frame And thus beganne with mée that tragicallike game Tyrantes can not raigne experience long hath taught The Gods that suffer long at length doe blame the wicked imagination they euer bring to nought For by procuring Alexanders death I hasted mine owne to my life agréeing My wicked seruauntes like Traitours false of faith were thonely conspiratours and causers of my dying They slewe my adherentes and put mée to flying my familiers a thousand wayes they kilde Before my face I standing by and séeing for life durst not speake but as a coward yéeld But how I yéelded it 's shame to make relation I f●ed into a priuie and there was take My mother murdered on the same sorte and fashion Our funeralles togither amidde that dounge we make Loe my rewarde for filthy whoredomes sake The Gods forgot me not they quitt● me home They cast me headelong into this f●ery lake vpon the earth for aye good fame is gone Alas Morpheus yet thou knowst not all I praye thee ●ide a while and heare the rest I am sure as yet thou neuer hearde like fall of noble birth hatcht in so high a nest But what preuailes where vice is so possest A while I rulde and tumbled in my sinne I wanted nothing that mostrous life request of feare I frustrate was I dred not God a pin Therefore mine odious corps throughout the Citie with hookes they drewe both vp and downe the stréetes With ordure fylde no man of me had pitie haulters of ●empe were both our winding shéetes Fie on him villaine they skrickt cryde like sprites with clapping handes eche one reioyst to sée With wordes of great reproche the furies had delites my olde deserued deedes to wreake on mee Then to the common ●akes they dregged mée at the filthiest conduict downe they woulde me cast But that it was to narrow at least by fingers thrée or else I had bene shrinde within that dongue at last But then tyed to a mightie mylstone full fast into the floode of Tiber was I throwne Where many a worthy shippe hath past the tumbling streams was made my tumbe and throne Loe Morpheus loe thus was I seru'de of such that earst from naught to Princes mates I brought Beholde theyr actes to whome I gaue so much aboue the rest my misaduentures sought But alas the ende of wickednesse is naught the Gods alwayes take vengeaunce at the length I thought I should the fixed starres haue raught but yet abated was my hawtye heart and strength At the age of one and twentye yéeres I dyed and monstrous Heliogabalus they calde my name To my reproche report the same hath cryed who heard therof that made not sport and game And looke who leades my life shal euer tast the same vtter confusion hasteth for his praye Perdurable mischiefe comes after fast with shame and makes theyr pasporte at the latter daye But Morpheus to tell thée all my beastly actes an hundreth Clarkes were not able to pen them And againe whosoeuer should heare of like factes so detestable they are it would but offend them But I praye thée warne thy friendes to amend them my gilte thou hast hard my paines thou dost sée To repent betime I praye God to send them for be sure wicked déedes are rewarded wickedly Bid them flye whoredome and vile vicious déedes they are sure to loase Gods kingdome for euer Honest men doe hate them as nettles or wéedes but shame and ill report leaueth them neuer At length theyr owne Minions doe seeke theyr decaye on whome pursues death of life the bereuer Which makes an end of beggery cōmitting hell the pray if they in wickednesse vnto the ende perseuer And with these wordes this wicked wretche among his tormentes was toyled so sore With a pitifull lookes his hande forth did stretche as who saye a dewe I can speake no more His mother in a flaming puddle began to roare eche Deuill put in vse his terrible trade With greater spite then accustomed before to terrible to heare the noyse that then they made This monstrous Emperour in hell thus stoode tyed fast by the members on a snakie whéele Which ran about as if it were woode Invironde with Bawdes as blacke as the De'yle Hooked for the no●ce with hote glowing stéele which Butchered his bowels about his féete And for to rewarde his wickednesse wée le Th infernall fire streight way they beyte Whereat anone such smoke there do●h arise with leade that boyles in stormes like raging seas And with a twinche a thousande Dragons flyes ten times as fast as snowe in windie dayes Grypes as gréedie as Woolues that séeke their prayes and on him gnawe that myser tyed full fast The cruell wheele doth bounse and neuer stayes Loe thus his paines for euer more doth last And thus we left this wretch that dwels in endlesse pain A number for to vewe that crying did complaine ❧ The Bookes verdit WHen filthie lust doth guide and hath the helme in fist Beware the winde and tyde take heede of had I wist A wilfull mate is hee for to direct the waye He doubtes no perill nie in sayling on the sea But hoyse aloft he cries it blowes a merie blast And so at randome flies while youthfull life will last At Caphars lampe they runne with hoysed sayle amaine VVhich seemeth like the Sunne in sight of feeble braine A stale that leades the way to Scyllas sandy cost VVhich drinketh euery day their blood through folly lost Caribdes greedie Iawes lye gaping euerie houre And whom shee catcheth in hir clawes shee spares not to deuoure But loe the prancke of pride and race that rudenesse runnes The ende of wanton workes are spide se how destruction comes Marke rushing youth how vaine he spendes his retchelesse dayes Note well how pleasure breedeth paine a thowsande kinde of wayes If puffing pompe with golde might ease this Princes paine Or force of armed champions bolde could helpe his griefe againe Then all his scrikes and cryes had quite bene husht and stilde So had his eares and eyes with worldlie workes beene filde If

Yet Morpheus thou shalt here the cause wherfore and why The Gods awarde me here to wayle and crye Some thinke the Gods tooke vengaunce ●or my sonne Young Pelop's whome when I wanted meate And that the Gods vnto my house did come Because some saye I slewe him for to eate The Poets therefore thought that I thys fleeing bayfe Was iudged by the Gods alwayes to want wish As still I doe but yet the cause was this For in my countrie none but I the chéefe Subiect vnto me they were both far and ni● Who was so hardie but ●a●ger of his teeth I pluckt him on his knees and if he lookt awry But alas of wicked counsell each houre may I crye Which put it in my heade the poore for to subdue In Phrigia where I rulde which now full sore I rue What could bée thought that earthly man might please To pompe the paunche or féede the gréedy eye Nothing at all but by the lande or seas With a word of my mouth I had it by and by I thought to mount aboue the starry skye A woefull chaunce betide the causers of my smart Which counseld mée to play the Tyrantes parte Alas alas what grace had I vile wretche To poule and spoile my subiectes as I did Out of reason theyr rentes I did both racke and retche And another sort from house and grounde I rid Compeld them to bandone familye and kinred I banisht whome mée list eache man was glad to please Both mée and mine that thought to liue at ease I neuer had inough ne could I bée content To take the world as all my elders did I famishte the countrey with fines and double rent Estéeming not the mite that poore men to me offred I gapte for gobs of Golde which gréedily I coffred Money was my desire get it howe I might Of Ritche or Poore all one as wel by wrong as right But Morpheus nowe to tell the sum and all I will not leaue the least for thus it is My seruauntes through theyr counsell were principall That thus I was corrupt I crye therefore alas They fed mée with fables to bring theyr purpose to passe And in my name the poore they spoyled quite To mee vnknowen when I receiu'de no mite Thus many a score that serued mée that time That were of base degrée and of the simplest sort By title of my name alofte beganne to clime And sought for seates of greater fame and port To spoyle my subiectes they thought it but a sport The simplist knaue I had that any office beare Was honored of my Subiectes as I my selfe it were For theyr owne aduauntage as it did appeare To picke them thankes within mine eares they whisper Kéepe down y dunghil knaues quoth they in dread feare The Churles bée ritche let 's purge them with a glister The poorest widowe bée sure they neuer mist her The fatherles alas a begging out they thrust Who payde not al more a packing néedes they must And so my subiectes heartes alas I lost My honor eke decaide eache tongue declarde my crime Thus I purchaste hate of them that lou'd me most And bare the name for worst of al my line Thus were the poore opprest eache day by mée and mine A thousand hungry soules within one yéere made I For meate and drinke the countrey through to crye I was corrupt with couetise I neuer had inough For all my worldly treasure yet euer was I needye As fast as I spoilde al the countrey through Yet with the Cormorant I gaped alwayes gréedye Therefore the rewarde of my wickednes came spedye For my extorcion and famishing of the poore Beholde howe I am quitte with like for euermore Morpheus moue thine acquaintaunce to take good héede Whome they appoint and put in aucthoritye Let them bée sure they shall aunswere with spéede For extorting the poore and other enormitye Although they mistrust not any transformitye But alwayes doe thinke on the earth for to dwell Unlookte for comes death and rewardes them ful wel Who h●ted I so ill as them which lou'de mée best Who gained at my handes but such as taught mée guile Those that wishte mée worship I euer loued least My practise was alwaye my countrey for to spoyle By meane whereof I did my name defile And such as would in myne affaires haue dyed Moste churlishlye of thankes I haue denyed Thus on this worlde a God I alwayes made Wherein I thought to dwell for euermore At my pleasure and will the Countrey did inuade Passing not a pinne for the curses of the poore If hee filde not my bagges I thrust him out of doore As for mercye at my hande it booted not to craue They did but sturre my choler more cruelly to ●aue I lou'de vaineglory most hée was my counsel chiefe And priuate gaine of whome I spake before And other such as teare my subiectes with theyr téeth As a Dogge a bone they vsde my people poore Of Te●●ales and Pickthanks I alwaies had great store Whose whispering tales were Gospels in mine head And thus in steede of trueth with falsehood was I fed My shoulders laden were with worldly muck And yet mine eyes desired what I see Though all the world were layde vpon a rocke It neuer might haue satisfied myne eye If more then inough had halfe contented mée I might haue liu'de in honour al my dayes And of the poore haue wonne immortal praise B●●●ye of worldly mucke fie on it twenty times To mutuall enuie most men it doeth prouoke And vaineglorye doeth teache a thousand careful crimes In euery mischiefe these twee doe euer strike a stroke A deceytfull swéetenesse That bindes to Sathans yoke An vnfruiteful labour a continuall dread and feare A daungerous a●●auncement The aucthor of dispaire Uaineglory alwayes without repentaunce endeth Whose beginning without prouidence is Prouokes the Gods to wrath the people it offendeth Who gloreth in this globe that thinkes hée doeth amisse Hee g●peth like a gu●ton for glorye to bée his Whose eyes bee fixte into the Skies on hye And wisheth winges aboue the Sunne to flée What greater follic can bée then to couet Ritches It tormentes the minde and breakes the quiete sléepes It vexeth the heart and myrth away it twitchis Many miserable thoughtes in the conscience it kéepes It shakes vp the stomacke making sowers of swéetes It shorteneth the life as the Philosopher sayeth It makes Children kinsfolke wishers of your death It kéepeth from doing Godlye charitable déedes It causeth the partye not cherishe him selfe Being neuer friendly to any man that needes Dispatching eache man of theyr perfi●e health Loe these bee the fruites of this vile worldly pelfe Which causeth man to liue a misers life Whose ende is destruction to man mayde and wife And with these wordes the woefull sillye wretche His Jawes ope caste that boilde and burnde with heate And withered staruen armes with violence doe stretche eate In hope to catche

I was q●itie and payde it prou●de not so when all was sayde and done I made accounte to prosper ninetene yeere and glad I was as any man might bee I thought to make them stoupe both farre and néere but yet I was deceyude the Deuill failed mee Innocens of that name the tenthe died straight then by the most elections placed was I In the chayre of Pompe I stretchte my selfe on heyght for Pope I was proclaimed by and by Then Alexander the sirt I had to name and all for Solemnization of degree Thus rechelesse Rome agréed to the same bothe Ritche and Poore then wishte it so to bée Thus was the Myter with the Triple crowne ouchte rounde about with stones of worthye pryce Set on my headde in chayre of statelye Rome igrauen subtelly by curious crafty vice Arayed in robes of glearing beaten Golde with Pearles depotherid here and there in sight And at my feete in handes did Cardinals holde a Rose of finest mettall costlye dighte I treade on Tissue eache foote I set on grounde aboue my head was borne a shryne of golde Eache knee fell to the earth to heare my voyce or sounde who went at libertye that I bad take or holde Kinges and Princes with noble peeres I brought in feare and awe so muche they durst not route Them and their countreys I sackt brought to nought to mee and mine that would not bowe and stowpe All Italie in my wrathe I rente and shooke all Christian Princes I vexed night and daye I banish Kinges their regall seates I tooke who durst to mee so hardye doe or saye Honoured like a God I was in euery steede Who spake against my Lawes that scaped death All faithfull men with sworde and fire I rid alleadging that they liu'de out of the Christian faith A Leuen yéeres the Tyrante thus I playde and eyght monethes then sicke I fell at laste I wared feble my courage quite decayde I pinde awaye and Atropos made haste Thus I kept my bedde longe space and time the cause thereof I gladlye wisht to knoe So at the lengthe I calde a man of mine that of my secreates many times did knoe Modena was his name that best I trust into my Waredroabe my keyes withall I sent There laye a Booke within a Cubbard thrust of Nigromancie in Seruius first frequent When as my seruaunt into my Waredroabe came A Pope hée founde all deckte in Ritche araye That seemed as hée thought a very earthly man Of whome afrayde my seruaunt came his way And all a freight to me he tels this tale which drewe me in a maze and musing minde Yet after a while I calde my man by name and sent him once againe the booke to finde This booke with golde and precious stones was bounde I neuer loued Christes Testament halfe so well Of Nygromancie there was containde the ground throughout the earth there was not any such But when my man the Wardroabe entered againe he founde the Pope iawsting vp and downe Although he were afrayde yet manly ventred and fainde himselfe as though he sought a gowne But terriblye this Pope with sparkling looke sayde to my man my friende what doest thou here Where at hée shranke forgetting of the booke almost hee lost his winde for very dread and f●are With trembling fleshe anon thus aunswered hée for the Pope I come to fetche a Gowne hée sayd What Pope quod vision you haue no Pope but mée and I am hée that ought to bée obeyde With this my man returned backe agayne and what hée sawe reuealed in myne eare Whiche when I heard did much augment my payne for death at hande I knew would straight appeare Then sicknesse did encrease eache hower more and more and at the length time gan to drawe so nye One like a messenger rapping at the doore with open mouth awaye dispatche gan crye ▪ With this the doores abroade gan flye and rushing in hee comes to speake with mée First word hee sayde haste haste dispatche quod hée the time is come from death thou canst not flee Then Jobiected ●o his charge full sore the former promise that he made to mée Howe I oughte to liue eyghte yeere by couenant more And if a leuen and eyght obserued bee Quod hee agayne my sayinges you haue mistaken eleuen yeares eyght monethes was all I meant My promise to obserue I haue not yet for saken of eleuen yeeres eyght monethes not one doeth want Full glad I woulde haue crau'de a lenger time but all was vaine to speake him fayre at all With cruell lookes hee aunswered thou art mine thou shalt with mee into the lake inf●rnall And thus he turnde his backe and went his waye then straight my Corps did yeld vp vitall breath My wofull spirite he toke with him that daye where nowe I am tormented with double death Loe what it is to worke by Coniuration or to deale with deuils by wicked arte Beholde the ende of all abomination am I not well rewarded for my part A Guerdon méete is Hell for suche as I that sought so much to sitte in statelye seate Nowe who is Pope vnhappye wretche I trye that am preparde for Sathans hooke a baite Loe Morpheus thus I did beginne and ende I lefte my Sonne with all my heapes of treasure Through al the world there was not one his friende poore and ritche still sought his great displeasure I lefte his Sister whome both wée twoo as ofte as pleased vs did vse and take Carnallye eache night and daye wée knewe a common Concubine I did my Daughter make And with these wordes Maegaera commeth flying a thousande newe de●ised plagues shée bringes Take heare quod shée your iust reward for lying and there withal great flames of fire flynges This done shée then departes a pace to put in vse her wanted cancarde nature A death it was for to beholde her face or else to vewe her vglye monstrous stature Where at the rable of all this recheles rancke immediatelye like bedlems sweare and stare ▪ Into the hollowe hole of gleydes they sancke where furious ●iendes theyr fleshe in péeces tare Thus they vanisht and fled out of our sight with carefull cryes our ruthful eares they filde The pit with clowdes of fearefull irkesome night and dreadful darkenes rounde about was hilde Yet many wée behelde with offeringes and oblations that approched nighe for hast they headlong came Frier Rushe bare the Crosse Clarke of the sessions a member of their Churche the Popes owne man Thousandes came knip knap pattering on Beades Friars Munkes and Nunnes came after with hast As vowed Pilgrimes came Wiues widowes Maides of the holye Popes workes the fruites for to tast Whome when I sawe theyr state I did bewaile with teares I stéepte a thousand times my face ▪ Alas they sought that might not them preuaile the Pope their God was in a woful case Hée broylde in fire and endlesse woe and paine and all his secte

shée would néedes bée paide before that any went. Some had surfette some toke colde and some for sléepe were lost What tho whē pēce were out of purse be gon straight cride my host And seude his Gestes by Crosselesie lane and litle wittame home They néede not doubt the théefe by th way for Money had they none Yet ouernight hée that had séene the carping of mine Host Howe welcome were his newcome Gestes how the Churle could bost Of this and that and fill the Pots laye Apples in the fire And nowe I le drinke vnto you all thus cryed the Aple squire Come Kate ▪ goe Wife fill bowle againe Ioane looke vnto the doore Pipe Minstrum make vs Murth a while God sendeth al men store That like the Cyrents song my Host playde Synons parte And made them lende theyr listening eares vnto his guileful arte To euery Feast hée biddes a Gest fetch drinke good Dame saith hée And make this Gentleman some Chéere y are welcome sir saith shée And thus they bid you to the Rost and herte of all shall sit But or you part I hold a crowne they le beate you with the spit I found theyr fetch no force thought I sith you such Cutthrotes bée No more then néede or force compels no gro●te you get of mée And there withall my Hostesse calde I payde and got mée thence No fauour there was to bee had but for the litle pence And then I calde my Dreame to mind whereat straight way I went To put in vse the promise made The time in studye spent Tyll I had made a finall ende of this my little Booke To haste the same to Printers handes al trauailes els forsooke What thankes therefore I shall deserue God knowth so doe not I. But as my meaning is herein let Fame proclaime and crye Bée as bee maye I le take my chaunce as hap shal cast the Dice Sith once I knowe yet hytherto my trauaile paide the Price FINIS Quoth R. Robinson The greatest vices on earth be chiefe Captaines in Hell. Let vs abhorte these vices and cruell crimes Confusion doth de●o●● wickednesse Uertue is the beautie of man and woman A description of the place where shee toweth in a riuen Boate in Stigion The Gods haue no respect of persons The one fornicator destroyeth the other experience telleth What mischiefe doth not a wicked woman breede ●n y●● bargaine wher no man ●innes c. It is an old prouerd take heede is a fayre thing Olde pleasure● brede newe sorrowes Wickednes destroyeth it se●e A sinne a shame before the Gods and men also Marke you worthye Matrones the counsel of ●ofull Hell●● The vertuous and godlye Wiues be shrinde among the Gods for euer The Innocentes blood shed w●lfullye craueth vengeance ● voyce The Tres is knowne by his fruite ☞ The Traitour the theef both confesse the truth when they see no better Theodore Borgia 〈◊〉 maie ●ope and called Alexadr● and surna med the ●i●te The promise to the Deuill Mons Caballus ●● a secrete house to worke kna ue●●e a litle with●●● Rome A Prothonotarie is vnderstande the greatest writer or C●ar●e in whose lik●ne● th● deuill she●d him ●●●f● Behold the fruites of our holye Father the Pope The deceyt ●●● doubt ful promise made by ●he deuil to the Cardinall Tyrantes prosper not long Popes Manckes Friers c. in steed● of gods word studied C●●uration Nigromācie other cursed a●s The aunswere of the messenger to the ●●●u and the answere of the vi●●on againe The Pope is deceiued by the Deuilles craftye promise A fayre warning for Loniurers Inchanters c. The saying is a good beginning make a good ending Godlye actes of our holie father the Popes do●●g●s Frier Rush ☞ Colatine was the husband of Lucrece An olde saying al couet all lo●e The tormentes of Stigion Gregor Bernar. Plutar. Herm. Tullius August Ambros Barnar August Hier●● Chrisost ●●n●●a Iacobus Plinius Repentaunce to late Wicked counsell Too many of this condiciō at these daies There wantes no pickthāks P●ulu● August Such there are Diog● Horae Marcus Curius Isiodorus Hermes Phenix ☞ Uetronius Turinus His execution maketh people glad A man deformed The scripture alleaged then Psal. 84. Psal. 24. Psal. 3. Roma 8. Apoca. 22. Math 24. 1. Thes 4. Math 25. Apoca. 7. Apoca. 4. Apoca. 21. ☞ Esay 43. Esay 1. Esay 5. Math. 11. John. 3. John. 5. Luke 5. Varius Heliogabalus Sardanapalus the last Assirian king liued too vile a life to bee rehearsed Yt is nedefull for Princes noble men to cal sage wise learned men to bee of their counsell such as bee Gentlemē well brought vy Protogenes Cordius two sleues borne Vitellus at one supper was set ued with 7 thousande fishes and. 5 thousande Fowles ●n abhominable thing and damnable Zoticus S●m●●mir● his mother ●●icious woman Tartarus Daniel 13. Daniel 13. His words spoken to Mor●heus Sisiphus for his desolute and vicious liuing There are moe wayes to hell then one This is the way● frō Rome to Pluto The waye that soules passe thorowe betwene heauē and hel Storie ▪ Gardiner Fecknam Iuell ●arding ▪ The building of the Lader and the timber with the workmen The cause of the fall thereof The tormented ●oules perswaded to dwell for eue in paines ❧ Imprinted at London in Pawles Churche Yarde by William Williamson