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A16762
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The mothers blessing
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Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626?
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1602
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STC 3669; ESTC S104773
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THE MOTHERS blessing Printed at London by T. C. for Iohn Smethick and are to be sold at his shop in S. Dunstons Churchyard in Fleetstreet 1602. TO THE SPIRIT OF MVCH forwardnesse in the inclination to much goodnesse in the loue of learning and the honor of vertue M. Thomas Rowe sonne to the Lady Bartley of Stoke Nich. Breton wisheth with continuance of health a prosperous atchieuement of his vertuous desires SYr my acquaintance with you hath not beene litle nor my loue lesse which I wold bee glad to manifest in some better matter theÌ„ bare words and yet since words well weyed sometime carry matter of good sence in the words which I write I pray you wey the sence of my good will which if it haue not done so well as I wish beare with it for a litle fault and it may bee I will mend it with a greater but leauing complements let me entreat you in your kindnesse to Patronage this childe of my best choise to answere the regard of your good discretion in whom though you finde not that finenesse that is fitting to phantastike humours yet it may bee you shall note some such matter of contentment as may be a little worthy entertainment the best is this there is a carefull mothers blessing to her beloued sonne the first I know you haue and the second I doubt not you are who reading what I haue written and remembring what you haue read I am assured will please her that loueth you and loue him that herein hath pleased you for that much good that he knoweth in you will euer loue you but seeing it were better that I rather do so then tell you so I will leaue my hope to a good occasion to manifest the nature of my affection And so beseeching God to blesse your forwardnesse in all good actions and to preserue you from all illusions Yours Irest at commaund in what mine owne Nich. Breton To the Reader GEntlemen there are so many idle Pamphlets vnder the abused name of Poetrie abroad in the world that matter of good worth either morall or diuine if it bee handled in verse it is almost as ill as vertue it will not sell almost for any thing yet amoÌ„g a number of no matter for theÌ„ I doubt not but there are some wil giue Reason his right and Vertue her due to such onely I commend this little tract of morall discipline which though it be handled in single verse yet if it please you to peruse it I hope you will not vtterly disdaine it such as it is I leaue it to your discreete censures and kinde corrections in which as you shall shewe the best conditions of dispositions so shall you giue mee cause with much thaâ—â—lnesse to present you hereafter with some better substance But least I promise more then I can performe I pray you take this in as good part as if it had bin a matter of more worth and so wishing you all that beare good mindes the happy fruites of your best desires Loath to be too tedious I rest as I finde cause Your friend N. Breton The Mothers blessing MY sonne my sonne my best beloued sonne Hear my deare son what careful charge I leaue thee Take hold of Time the glasse is quickly run Trust not to Fortune for she will deceiue thee What ere thou art let not the world perceiue thee Know God loue him be gouern'd by his will And haue no doubt of good nor feare of ill Weane laizie Will from thriftlesse Idlenes Beware the wanton to abuse thy wit Vnbridled Will breeds but vnhappines How euer sorrowes Care would couer it Who buyes Repentance must pay deare for it Time Truth and Triall will in one agree The fruits of sin Death shame and sorrow bee Loue not vpon the first delightfull looke Nor hate vpon the first conceiued harme Let not the care of Conscience be mistooke And feare the force of the Almightie arme Feare not mischance nor harken to a charme By graceles meanes deuise not to enrich thee And let no worlds vnworthy loue bewitch thee If that thou serue a Thatcher do him due But if thou canst subscribe not to the Clowne Lest all too late thou find'st it all too true When thou hast thatcht the house he throw thee downe But neuer fret how euer Fortune â—rowne For what the higher powers of heau'n decrâ—e There is no asking why it should so hee Breake not thy word that well thou maist performe For words are waide by men of worthy minde Take heed of those that falshoods do enforme And strike not â—aile for euery blast of winde Nor do thy spirit to thy body binde Giue not a Misers liberalitie And feare the fruite of prodigalitie Heare all men speake but harken to the wise Learne of the learned and the vertuous loue And let no pride thy blessed soule surprise That may discretion from thy minde remoue Humilitie is grac't with God aboue And Courtesie with honors cariage Twixt Loue and Beautie makes a mariage Be kinde to those that kindly do deserue Cruell to none a Tyrant is a Deuill Haue speciall care thy health for to preserue And keep thee from the Epicurian euill Loue not the eye that squints nor lips that dreuill Beware the Pander and the Parasite And do not leaue a Faulcon for a Kite Giue not thine eare to euery Idle tale And trust no more then what of needs thou must Set not the secrets of thy heart to sale For feare they throw thine honor in the dust And do not loue the treasure that will rust Make it thy day but when the Sun doth shine And ioy in soule but in the loue diuine Place not thy learning in a Library Yet reede and marke remember and apply And till thou art a perfect Antiquary Stand not too much vpon antiquitie Let vertue note the best Nobilitie Be wise in all things that thou doest intend A good beginning makes a blessed end Stand not on termes with persons of estate Be truly loyall in thy life and loue Know what belongs vnto a Magistrate Who hath his office from the heauâ—ns aboue Nor make a Gaunlet of a hedging gloue Let Bountie euer be the fruite of thrift For borrowing is too neare the Beggers shift Looke into Nature with Discretions eye And sort thy selfe with vnderstanding spiritsâ— Build not thy Castle of conceit too high Nor let thy hopes be grounded but on Merits While heedles Connies feare the hunters Ferits Giue none abuse nor basely take disgrace Nor loue that minde that hath a brazen face A blessed Colour is a maiden blush And setled Countenance is a comely sight Stand not too long in beating of a bush For feare the Bird beguâ—le thee with her â—light In idle follies neuer take delight Trauaile but tolle not painfull is the pleasure Where lacke of care in labour hath no measure If God haue blest thee with an inward good Be ioyfull of his blessing but not proud