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
in a garden how to shoote Or a blinde Harper how a song to reade Or how a flea may scape the fingers ends Or how a lowse may lâ—â—â— among his friends But canst thou do no good with cats and dogs Turne Ratcatcher and lay for rats and mice For t is but idle to goe fish for frogs And beggars get but little by their lice And Pandarisme is so poore a trade That none but beggers bargaine for a Iade But doe not bite so softly make them smart Tell Iohn a Noddes he is no Gentleman And giue the Rogue the whippe the Whore the cart And turne the foole to his Maide Marian And tell the Hobby horse he is an Asse And old Tom Piper but an Owliglasse And tell the Wittoll that doth weare the horne Hee is a Rascall bee he neere so rich And Iilian Iustice in her proudest scorne Iane Shore her sister dyed but in a ditch And Iacke a Lent that lookes aboue the Moone His breakefast hath beene brought him after noone Tell Tom a Lin that holdes the world with tales A Iester and a Iacke are cosen Iarmines And he that trades for nuts must take the shales And Coney-keepers must lay trappes for vermines And hee that goes a fishing for a Flooke 〈…〉 bee doe not loose his hooke And when the painted Image of ill thought Shall see how Age shall shriuell vp her skinne And shee shall see her cunning come to nought When nature was but nourisht vp with sinne Oh in what fright will her poore spirit dwell When shee shall serue for Kitchin stuffe in hell And when the Bawde that fils the golden bagges But with the fruit of Natures excrements Shall at her death behold those rotten ragges That shall become her richest ornaments How will her spirits fret and ban and curse When shee shall serue to be the Diuels nurse And so good Dogge lie downe and take thy rest The beggers all are going home to bed Each little birde is nuzling in her nest And euery horn'd beast ginnes to cast the head And euery Mowse into her hose is gone And thou hast little left to thinke vpon For if it bee as I doe hope it is The world is come vnto a happy passe Kindnesse lets no man know what thing is his The Horse is growne so inward with the Asse And loue is growne so gâ—â—â—◠〈◊〉 friend 〈…〉 The coast is cleare there are no knaues abroad The Cuckowe husht and cannot sing a note The Owle is hid within the Iuy todde And Iacke a Lent hath cast his liuely cote The Miller gone to the Market with his Mare And cleanely wenches quickly sell their hayre There is no swearing now but yea and nay And Conscience now determines euery case And charity is so in euery way That euery Begger dare to shew his face And beauty is so courteous and so kinde That euery man for money knowes her mind And honesty is wondrously beloued And simple Truth is helde a blessed soule And patience almost euery where approued And vertue writ vp in â—he â—nly rowle And Time so well imployde to profites vse That where no fault is there needes no excuse The rich men loue to heare the poore mens prayers And poore men loue to take the ricâ—â—ens pâ—â—ce The wise and learned sit in iudgements chaires And thiefes and murtherers hangs for their offence And men and vvomen do◠〈…〉 Tell William VVoodcocke with his winking eyes Hee is a foole for all his shew of wit And Lawrence Lobcocke that he prates and lies Of his pied Beagle and his Sorell Titte And Dauid Dogbolt with his boasting brags The Hangman is his Tayler for his Ragges Tell Peter Pudding with his paltry stuffe His wealth is all but in a Pedlers packe And Saunder Huffe cappe with his Ruffe and Snuffe The Tinkers boy is but a bragging Iacke And Sinior Spruse that smoothes it like a Bride He makes himselfe the laughing stocke of pride Tell Captaine To spot with his Tarletons cut His swaggering will not get him sixeteene pence And Susan Slapsauce shee is but a slut For all her powder of experience And Stabbing Stinckard with his minsing mouse The Hangman meetes him at the Sessions house Tell Slouenista that doth lie and sleepe Hee breedes but filthy blood to fatten fleas And drunken Dicke that layes his braines in steepe The dropsie is a horrible disease And Barnaby that goo◠〈◊〉 â—awdy Squire A cuppe of sacke 〈…〉 Nose on fire Tell Ragge a Muffin that doth rap out oathes The Cutpurse sweares to keepe him company When Tiburne shall vncase them of their clothes And make an end of all their villany While olde Madge Howlat and yong Mawkin Spooner Will weepe for sorrow they were hangde no sooner And tell olde Gregory with his grumbling chappes Hee shall not beare a penny to his graue And if hee doe not looke to after claps Hee may happe know what t is to be a knaue When hee shall lie in deadly gripes and grones To see the diuell come to gnavv his bones And tell fine princking Parnell of Pickt hatch The Surgeon sayes that she is past all cure And though shee cousned a poore silly patch To bring a buzard to a baudy lure Yet now both towne and country knowes her trickes Shee may goe seeke the hedge for rotten stickes And tell olde Tibbe that dwells in Turnhole street Her name hath beene in Bridewell long agoe And for her breath it is so pockie sweet That all her teeth are rotten on a roe And for her tongue the Clarke of Clâ—â—ken well â—â—â—e shall bee sent for for chiefe scolâ— in hell And tell that ilfac't whore of Islington Shee poysons all that come but neere her breath And brings a world vnto confusion For who comes neere her comes vpon his death And if he scape the plague the poxe will haue him And if the diuell take him who shall saue him Tell shame fac't sheepes head with his rubies blush He cannot make a curtsie handsomely And all his Rethoricke is not worth a Rush Because he tels his tale ill-fauouredly And for his mistresse she can not abide him Because she sees the foole so often ride him And tell the Pander that doth purchase lands Out of the lust of filthy lechery When he shall fall into the Deuils hands To feele the venome of loues trecherie Besmearde all with the excrements of nature Hee shall in hell be the most horride creature And tell the Lecher that doth take delight To ferret all day at a Coneyhole And makes the night his day the day his night When lacke of warmth shall make him blow the cole After the poxe hath heere confounde his bones His soule shall â—â—ue in â—â—â—ing â—ones Tell Clownifista with his clowted shoes His cobling craft will proue him but a knaue VVhen that his nose is in the Deuils noose His soule in hell shall serue but for a slaue Within the sincke of all the filth of sinne To dig vp holes to throw
the damned in And tell the ouerglutted Epicure Whose ease delighteth but in fat and froth When he in hell shall hourely toyle endure And haue his wages in vnwholesome broth When boyling leade shall doe his guts no good When hee shall starue or gnawe his flesh for food Be sullen loure and skowle at knaues and fooles That walking come by thee like men of worth And send the scoldes vnto the cucking stooles And bring the beggers with their wallets foorth And sweepe the streetes from all the cheating mates And take heed of the horne beasts in the gates Runne all about among the rascall people And beat the beggers from the rich mens doores And goe from Charing Crosse vnto Paules steeple And clense the streetes of all the knaues and whores Kill all the dogges for feare of their faction And send the idle roagues vnto â—â—rection Scoure all the coasts Kent street and Clarken well Wapping East Smithfield Chick lane Turnhole street Pickthatche the Spittle Shorditch and Halliwell And all the by-lanes where the Baudes doe meet And Tuttill street S. Giles and Islington And make a steppe ouer to Newington All scolding Allies and such scuruey places And take them as thou find'st them euery where Bring out the Punkes with all their pockie faces The purple tawnie round and russer haire Set vp a stake and bring rhe Refuse thether And make a Bonefire of them all together Make much of none but true kind hearted wenches That would be honest if they could tell how But meddle with no great ones on their benches For feare of worse hurt then a broken brow Yet if thou see'st a knacke of knauery goe Thinke what thou list although thou say not so Barke at a Traytor sawne not on a theefe Tell them the halter hangs right in their way And tell rhe Butcher when hee buyes his beefe The hornes may helpe to make the hide away And watch the least good fortune may befall For greedy hounds will haue the deuill and all Or with Diogenes goe seeke and see If by a Lanthorne and a Candle light Thou canst finde out where there may hidden be One honest man from wicked wordlings sight Or make a Suruey of old Timons trees Whether the pockie vvhores haue payde their fees Rayle at the world and hate it to the death And sâ—y it is but patience Purgatory A câ—â—â—red mouth that giues a cursed breath That sounds but sorrow death and misery Where he that can in his best sence conceiue it Thinkes himselfe neuer happy till hee leaue it But for the vertuous eyther high or low Honour and loue them though thou dost not know theÌ„ But for the vitious let the villaines goe Downe to the hell a blast of whirlewinde blow them Yet vvish them not to hell but somewhat better Although thou knowest they be the Hangmans debter Fret till the flesh bee bare vnto the bones To see thy spirit so thy body spend Sigh sob and swell with such deepe inward grones As heart would burst to see thou canst not mend Not mend a slender hurt nor little paine But heart all broke that cannot heale againe Bite hard thy lippes and shake thy troubled head And grate thy teeth vntill thy gummes doe bleede And looke as lumpish as a peece of lead And speake to no man but to serue thy neede Walke by thy selfe and seeke no company And hate the thought of hellish villanie For let rich Midas bee a golden asse And like a toade a dogged tyrant swell And Iudas with his poysoned spirit passe With all the cursed damned crue to hell Loue thou thy God and for the godly pray And so with all the world make holy day If that thou see a Begger grow to wealth Marke how he gets it and so giue him grace If honestly regarde him if by stealth Of villany wish him a viler place And yet alas in charitie pray for him Hell may not haue him though the heauens abhor hin And put on patience for it is but vaine To fret and fume and chafe and play the foole Let vs goe fall vpon some finer straine And bring our wits vnto some better schoole Entreat a little it may breedâ— good blood See if fayre words will I 〈◊〉 the world to good Entreat all knaues to turne all honest men And honest men they will be honest still Entreat no Cocke to treade his neighbours henne But let the Turtles kindly sit and bill Entreat the Tinker better stop his holes And Grim the Colier giue vs better coles Entreat the shepheard that doth sheare his sheepe Hee will not clip too low to cut the skinne And bid his woman that shee doe not weepe Because the mouse hath beene within her Binne Her husband will not feele it in his purse And sift the meale the bread is neere the worse Entreat the Geese and Ganders hold their peace There is not one wise word among them all And all the alley scoldes their brawling cease For t is a filthy thing to scolde and brawle And all fayre wenches that are beauties flowrse They will not be the Deuils Paramours Intreat the Asses for to leaue their braying The Peacocke that he will not stoupe his tayle And mad young wenches for to leaue their maying The milke mayde that shee looke vnto her payle The Stallion horse hee doe not beat the mare And greedy houndes they doe not kill the hare Now fie on fooles cap heere 's a dish of drinke To choke a dogge let all these toyes alone Let vs our selues of somewhat else bethinke That yet may doe some good when all is gone That though our bodies our of frame are growne Our spirits yet may not be ouerthrowne Then let vs leaue the world and go to Church And turne all Preachers true and holy men And while the Knaue doth giue the foole the lurch And plotters write with an vngodly penne Let vs deliuer by the word of truth The way to heauen both vnto age and youth Yea let vs reade the rules of sacred life Perswade the troubled soule to patience The husbands care and comfort to the wife The childe and seruant due obedience Faith to the friend and to the neighbour peace That loue may liue and suites at law may cease Pray for the health of all that are diseased Confession vnto all that are conuicted And patience vnto all that are displeased And comfort vnto all that are afflicted And mercy vnto all that haue offended And Grace to all that all may be amended Pray for the King the Queene and Countries health Their royall Issue and their Peeres of State The Councell Clergy and the common wealth That no misfortune may their blisse abate But that th' almighty so his Church will cherish That not a member of his loue may perish To King and Queene giue Rights of Royalty And for their vertues giue them worthy prayse Grace to the Prince the Subiect loyalty That all together may haue happy dayes The Councell wisdome