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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

sinne to Vsurers Or looke for mendment at a Mysers hand Pecunia hath so many followers Bootlesse it is her Power to withstand King Couetise and warinesse his wife The parents were that first did giue her life 16 But now vnto her praise I will proceed Which is as ample as the world is wide What great Contentment doth her presence breed In him that can his wealth with Wisdome guide Shee is the Soueraine Queene of all Delights For her the Lawyer pleads the Souldier fights 17 For her the Merchant ventures on the Seas For her the Scholler studdies at his booke For her the Vsurer with greater ease For silly fishes layes a siluer hooke For her the Townesman leaues the contry vilage For her the Plowman giues himselfe to Tillage 18 For her the Gentleman doth raise his rentes For her the Seruingman attends his mayster For her the curious head new toyes inuents For her to sores the Surgeon layes his playster In fine for her each man in his Uocation Applies himselfe in euery sev'rall Nation 19 What can thy hart desire but thou mayst haue it If thou haue readie money to disburse Then thanke thy Fortune that so freely gaue it For of all friendes the surest is thy Pursse Friends may proue fals leaue thee in thy need But still thy pursse will be thy friend indeed 20 Admit thou come into a place vnknowne And no man wots of whence or what thou art If once thy fayre Pecunia she be showne Thou art esteemd a man of great Desart And placed at the Tables vpper end Not for thine owne sake but thy trusty friende 21 But if you want your Ladies louely grace And haue not wherwithall to pay your shot Your Hostis presently will step in Place You are a Stranger Sir know you not By trusting Diuers I am run in Det Therefore of mee nor meate nor Bed you get 22 O who can then expresse the worthie praise Which faire Pecunia iustly doth desarue That can the meanest man to Honour raise And feed the soule that ready is to starue Affection which was wont to be so pure Against his golden Siege may not endure 23 Witnesse the Trade of Mercenarie sinne Or Occupation if you list to tearme it Where faire Pecunia must the suite beginne As common-tride Experience doth confirme it Not Mercurie himselfe with siluer Tongue Can so inchaunt as can a golden Songue 24 When nothing could subdue the Phrygian Troy That Cittie throgh the world so much renowned Pecunia did her vtterlie destroy And left her fame in darke Obliuion drowned And manie Citties since no lesse in fame For Loue of her haue yeelded to their shame 25 What thing is then so well belov'd as monie It is a speciall comfort to the mind More faire then women are more sweet than honie Easie to loose but verie harde to finde In fine to him whose purse begins to faint Golde is a God and Siluer is a Saint 26 The time was once when Honestie was counted A Demie-God and so esteem'd of all But now Pecunia on his Seate is mounted Since Honestie in great disgrace did fall No state no Calling now dooth him esteeme Nor of the other ill doeth any deeme 27 The reason is because he is so poore And who respects the poore and needy Creature Still begging of his almes from Doore to dore All ragd and torne and eeke deformd in feature In countenance so changde that non can kno him So weake that euery vice doth ouerthrow him 28 But fayre Pecunia most diuinely bred for sundrie shapes doth Proteus selfe surpasse In one Land she is suted all in Lead And in another she is clad in Brasse But still within the Coast of Albion She euer puts her best Apparell on 29 Siluer and Golde and nothing else is currant In England in faire Englands happy Land All baser sortes of Mettals haue no Warrant Yet secretlie they Slip from hand to hand If any such be tooke the same is lost And presently is nailed on a Post. 30 Which with Quick-siluer being flourisht ouer Seemes to be perfect Siluer to the show As Woemens paintings their defects doe couer Vnder this false attire so do they go If on a wollen Cloth thou rub the same Then wil it straight beginne to blush for shame 31 If chafed on thy haire till it be hot If it good Siluer be the scent is sweet If counterfeit thy chafing hath begot A ranke-smelt sauour for a Queene vnmeete Pecunia is a Queene for her Desarts And in the Decke may go for Queene of harts 32 The Queene of harts because she rules all harts And hath all harts obedient to her Will Whose Bounty fame vnto the World imparts And with her glory all the World doth fill The Queene of Diamonds she cannot be There was but one Eliza thou wast shee 33 And thou wast she O Sacred Soueraigne Whom God did ayde with his Al-mighty hand Blessing thy People with thy peacefull raigne And made this little Land a happy Land Thy peace on earth begun in heauen made pure There cround with lasting ioy ô ioy most sure 34 The time was once when faire Pecunia here Did basely goe attyred all in Leather But in Elizaes raigne it did appeare Most richly clad in Golde or Siluer either Nor reason is it that her Golden raigne With baser Coyne eclipsed should remaine 35 And as the Coine shee did repurifie From baser substance to the purrest Mettels Religion so did shee refine beside From Papistrie to truth which dayly settles Within the Peoples harts though some there be That cleaue vnto their wonted Papistrie 36 No flocke of sheepe but some are still infected No peece of Lawne so pure but hath some fret All buildings are not strong that are errected All Plants proue not that in good ground are set Some tares are sown amongst the choicest seed No garden can he cleans'd of euery Weede 37 But now more Angels then on Earth yet weare Her golden Impresse haue to Heauen attended Hir Virgin-soule now now she soiornes there Tasting more ioyes then may be comprehended Life she hath changde for life oh countlesse gaine An earthlie rule for an eternall Raigne 38 Such a Successor leauing in her stead So peerelesse worthie and so Royall wise In him her vertues liue though she be dead Bountie and Zeale in him both soueranize To him aloue Pecunia doth obay He ruling her that doth all others sway 39 Bounty that when she sickned cras'd and fainted And when she left the earth had almost died Hoping with her in heauen to haue bin sainted And mongst the rest an Angels place supplyed This King hath cherisht and his life assured And of a long consumption Bounti 's cured 40 Plenty and Peace vpon his Throne attend Health and Content vpon his person wait Conquest and Fame his Royaltie defend May all good Planets smile vpon his state By whom all-drooping-vertues are reuiued And dying-Bounty made againe long liued 41 The hand of

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

Heauen still take him to his keeping Him in no danger in no doubt forsaking A thousand of his Angels guarde him sleeping And all the hoast of heauen protect him waking That he in safety peace and rest may raigne whilst the two Poles the frame of heuen sustain 42 But now to her whose praise is here pretended Diuine Pecunia fairer then the morne Which cannot be sufficientlie commended Whose sun-bright Beautie doeth the worlde adorne Adorns the world but speciallie the Pursse Without whose presence nothing can be worse 43 Not faire Haesione King Priams sister Did euer shew more beautie in her face Then can this louelie Lady if it list her To shew her selfe admyr'd for comely grace Which neither Age can weare nor Tyme conclude For why her Beautie yearlie is renude 44 New Coine is yearlie stamped in the Tower But these faire daies of ioy addes alteration In faire Elizaes raign none had that power But kingly glorie clothes her new in fashion Ads beautie to her beames by adding more Then grayest haires in life ere saw before 45 Stand forth who can and tell and truelie saie When England Scotland Ireland and France He euer saw Pecunia to displaie Before these daies O wondrous happie chance Nor doth Pecunia onelie please the eie But charmes the eare with heauenlie harmony 46 Like to another Orpheus can she plaie Vpon her treble Harpe whose siluer sound Inchants the eare and steales the hart awaie That hardlie the deceit thereof is found Although such Musicke some a shilling cost Yet is it worth but Nine-pence at the most 47 But Ireland alone this Musicks sound Being clad in Siluer challenge for their coine What though amongst vs much thereof be found Authoritie no subiect dooth inioyne Aboue his worth to countenance the same Then men not coin are worthy of that blame 48 Had I the sweet inchaunting Tongue of Tully That charmed the hearers like the Syrens Song Yet could I not discribe the Prayses fully Which to Pecunia iustly doth belong Let it suffice her Beauty doeth excell whose praise no Pencan paint no Tongue can tel 49 Then how shall I describe with artlesse Pen The praise of her whose prais al praise surmounteth Breeding amazement in the mindes of men Of whom this present Age so much accounteth Varietie of Words would sooner want Then store of plentious matters would be scant 50 Whether yee list to looke into the Citty Where money tempts the poore beholders eye Or to the Countrey Townes deuoyde of Pitty Where to the poore each place doth almes denie All things for money now are bought and sold That either hart can thinke or eie behold 51 Nay more for money as report doth tell Thou mayst obtaine a Pardon for thy sinnes The Pope of Rome for mony will it sell Whereby thy soule no small saluation winnes But how can he of Pride the chiefe Beginner Forgiue thy sinnes that is himselfe a sinner 52 Then sith the Pope is subiect vnto sinne No maruell tho diuine Pecunia tempt him With her faire beauty whose good-will to winne Each one contends and shall wee then exempt him Did neuer mortall man yet looke vpon her But straight way he became enamourd on her 53 Yet would I wish the Wight that loues her so And hath obtain'd the like good-will againe To vse her wisely lest she proue his foe And so in stead of Pleasure breed his paine She may be kislt but she may not be clipt Lest such delight in bitter gall be dypt 54 The ioyce of grapes which is a souerai gne Thing To cheere the hart and to reuiue the spirits Being vsde imoderatly in surfetting Rather Dispraise then commendation merits Euen so Pecunia is as she is vsed Good of her selfe but bad if once abused 55 With her the Tenant payes the Landlords rent On her depends the stay of euery state To her rich Pressents euery day are sent In her it rests to end all dire Debate Thrugh her to wealth is raisd the Country Boor From her proceeds much profit to the poore 56 Then how can I sufficiently commend her Beuties worth which maks the world to wonder Or End her praise whose praises haue no End Whose absence brings the stoutest stomack vnder Let it suffice Pecunia hath no peere No wight no Beauty held more faire more deere FINIS The Authors prayer to Pecunia GReat Lady fith I haue compilde thy Praise According to my skill and not thy merit And sought thy Fame aboue the stars to raise Had I sweet Ovids vaine or Virgils spirit I craue no more but this for my good-will That in my Want thou wilt supply me still The Combat betvvixt Conscience and Couetousnesse in the minde of Man NOw had the cole-black steeds of pitchie Night Breathing out Darknes banisht cheerfull light And sleepe the shaddow of eternall rest My seuerall sences wholy had possest When loe there was presented to my view A vision strange yet not so strange as true Conscience me thought appeared vnto me Cloth'd with good Deeds with truth and Honesty Her countenance demure and sober sad Nor any other Ornament she had Then Couetousnesse did incounter her Clad in a Cassock like a Vsurer The Cassock it was made of poore men skinnes Lac'd here and there with many seuerall sinnes Nor was it furd with any common fur Or if it were himselfe he was the fur A Bag of money in his hand he held The which with hungry eie he still beheld The place wherein this vision first began A spacious plaine was cald The mind of Man The Carle no sooner Conscience had espyde But swelling like a Toad puft vp with pride He straight began against her to inuey These were the words which Couetise did say Conscience quoth he how dar'st thou be so bold To claime the place that I by right do hold Neither by right nor might thou canst obtaine it By might thou knowst ful wel thou canst not gain it The greatest Princes are my followars The King in Peace the Captaine in the Wars The Courtier and the simple Countrey-man The Iudge the Merchant and the Gentleman The learned Lawyer and the Politician The skilfulll Surgeon and the fine Physician In briefe all sortes of men me entertaine And hold me as their Soules sole Soueraigne And in their quarrell they will fight and die Rather then I should suffer iniurie And as for title interest and right I le proue its mine by that as well as might Though Couetousnesse were vsed long before Yet Iudas Treason made my fame the more When Christ he caused crucifide to bee For thirtie pence man solde his mind to me And now adaies what tenure is more free Then that which purchas'd is with Gold and fee Conscience With patience haue I heard thy large Complaint Wherein the Diuell would be thought a Saint But wot ye what the Saying is of olde One tale is good vntill anothers tolde Truth is the right that I must stand vpon For other title hath poore