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Honest counsaile A merrie fitte of a poeticall furie: good to read, better to follow.
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Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626?
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1605
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STC 3659; ESTC S104799
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Honest Counsaile A Merrie fitte of a Poeticall Furie Good to read better to follow Imprinted at London by W.W. for William Iones dwelling at the signe of the Gunne neare Holborne Conduit 1605. TO THE RIGHT WOR MY VERY GOOD FRIEND AND LOVING FATHER IAMES DACKHAM OF Steepleton in the countie of Dorset Esquier health happinesse and heauen MY good Father the Loue that I haue euer noted in you to all good Spirits and especially the Learned with the bande of many good fauours wherein I am indebted to your kindnes made mee in this little porticall Rownd to shew you the labour of my Spirit which with my hartiâ— loue I commende to your kinde acceptation the Tract is short and the Lessons not vnnecessarie for old men to read and young men to follow Some lines may seeme prettie other pleasant and some perhaps not vnprofitable As they bee I leaue them to your leysure to peruse and your pleasure to make vse of And so loth to be tedious in a trifle wâ—â—â—ing you Craesus treasure with your Spirits better comfort and continuall health and happines In prayer for the same in all thankfulnes for your euer vndeserued kidnes I rest Your louing Sonne N. B. TO THE READER ALl good Fathers that loue their Children and all good Children that would be loued of their Fathers reade and follow if you can and will this Honest Counsaile fetcht out of an odde Furie no matter for the Rime so the Reason serue turne hee meant well that wrote it and you may take it well that read it It is a Kalender of good Notes and hee that studies it well may happe be as wise as a Walnut Yet as there is somewhat to laugh at so there is somewhat to looke at which well perused may yeelde profite Such as it is I commende it to your witte and leysure to make vse of as you haue Reason How soeuer it like your humour shew no Imperfection but if you finde it to your minde much good do it you if not let it not trouble you So wishing you to do as you list I rest as I finde cause Your Friende N. B. HONEST Counsaile MY Sonne for that I hold thee deere And haue not long to tarrie heere This Lesson kindly learne of mee To leaue the World ere it leaue thee And rather learne and wish to die Then liue in filthy Villanie Learne not to cogge and lie and prate To climbe the stepps of Honors state Nor waight vpon a wicked Whore Like Serberus to keepe her dore While that the Diuell getteth in To place him in the pride of sinne Nor follow Fooles nor flatter Knaues Nor swagger with the swearing Slaues Nor coozen any crooked Croane Nor counterfaite a needles moane Nor cut a Pursse nor robb a Church Nor giue a silly soule the lurch Nor want sufficient for thy need Nor shrinke to stand thy friend in steed Nor foyst a Die nor cut a Card Nor hinder Vertue of reward Nor make Religion cloake of sinne Nor fall into the Diuels Ginne Learne not to paint an ougly face Nor falsely plead a poore mans case Nor take a Bribe nor do a wrong Nor pittilesse a paine prolong Nor plot a treason nor conspire Too high an Honour to aspire Nor lazie with the idle bones Nor feede vpon the needy ones Nor false thy fayth nor feare thy foe Nor seeke thy wealth by others woe Oh do not thou delight in blood Nor beare two faces in a hood Nor play the Asse to make men laffe Nor with the Drunckarde learne to quaffe Nor sweare and lie for worldes of wealth Nor purchase Honors tipe by stealth Nor cuckold Age nor Slaunder Youth Nor vse thy tongue vnto vntrueth Nor bend thy wittes to wanton trickes Nor come too neare the lade that kickes Nor borrow still and neuer pay Nor Carde nor Dice thy wealth away Nor fall in loue with foolish thinges Nor come among the Serpents Stinges Nor drowne thy selfe in Puddle water Nor set a gloze on an ill matter Nor vndermine an honest minde Nor to a brother be vnkind Nor tempt the chast affect to euill Nor follow Atheists to the Diuell Nor take In-cummes raise no Rent Nor murther anie Innocent Deflowre no Virgin trust betray Nor wake the night and sleepe the day Nor haunt the Fairies in the night Nor carrie Hornes to all mens sight Nor weare gay Clothes on thy backe And see a world of people lacke Nor scratch with Cats nor snarle with Curres Nor line thy Coate with Hedg-hogs furres Nor butt with Rammes nor fight with Bulls Nor cheate vpon a sight of Gulls Nor grace the care of craftines Nor blot the name of noblenes Nor tickle Follie in the eare Nor like the Wind be euerie where Nor play with Monkies Apes nor Owles Nor harken to the Diuels howles Nor set thy hart in Beautis eies Nor make the Earth a Paradice Nor put thy trust in any one But onely thy good God alone Oh do not thou become a Dogge Nor feede vpon a meazzled Hogge Nor in a poyson seeke for Honny Nor like a Ferret hunt a Cunny Nor like a Tiger teare and kill What ere he findes his maw to fill Doe not thou set thy Loue to sale Nor listen to an idle tale Nor binde a promise with an oath And make no care of fayth and troth Nor follow Witches nor their Charmes Nor pleasure in thy neighbours harmes Nor to an old griefe add a new Nor in thy Conscience prooue a Iew. Nor let a cruell Wolfe goe loose Nor with a Foxe to hunt a Goose. Nor loue a Dogge more then a Man Nor kill a Ducke to gaine a Swan Nor chase a Flea nor lodge a Lowse Nor swagger in a Bawdie house Nor hunt a Doe that is with Fawne Nor lay thy Lands nor Clothes to pawne Nor liue by Ballads nor bald Rimes Nor Libell vpon loftie Crimes Nor loose thy time in making loue Nor take a lack-daw for a Doue Nor feede with Rauens on little Lambes Nor with the Eagle kill their Dambes Nor with the Cuckow kill thy breeder Nor laugh at any learned Reeder Nor with the Turkie beat thy Hen Nor company with wicked Men Nor make a trauayle vnto Rome And come for to be hang'd at home Nor go to schole for cunning Art Nor learne to play the Diuels part Oh do not thou corrupt thy Soule With keeping of a cursed Rowle Nor blot thy Conscience with the blame Of a deserued wilfull shame Nor seeke by power to oppresse The Widdow nor the Fatherlesse Nor serue the Proude nor sooth the Rich Nor tread the poore into the ditch Nor creepe into an open Eare And seeke a silly hart to teare Nor looke as bigge as fifteene Beeues Nor hang on euery Rascals sleeues Nor take delight in euey gawde Nor play the Pander nor the Bawde The Iacke the Iuggler nor the Iester The Hange-man nor the debter-Rester Oh do thou rather wish to die Then liue by Beggers miserie Doe not thou stalke