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
MACHIVELS DOGGE MY dâ—gged Muse where hast thou dwelt so long Or hid thy selfe from this sad heart of mine That longs to heare ther sing that deadly song That Sorrow set vnto that soule of thine Where tyred spirits that in torments dwell Finde how the Deuill turnes the world to hell Doest thou not see except thou wilt be blinde How life hath lost the notes of natures loue And wisdomes wordes are helde but as a wind Where Machauilians maâ—chlesse villaines proue And Tigres Foxes wolues and Owles and Apes Beganne the world in shewes of humane shapes Say truth good dogge and doe not spare to barke But snarle and snappe at euery sneaâ—ing thiefe Let not a Curre goe leeâ—ing 〈◊〉 the darke But shew thy kind bough 〈◊〉 a dogge be briefe Lie at the doore giue waâ—ning to thâ— house Scratch out a flea and 〈…〉 for a â—owâ—â— â—tudy no termes of stayned Eloquence But speake as plainely as a paued floore Giue pride the height of sinnes preheminence And bid the Pander keepe the Lechers doore And let the flatterer bee the Slingthrifts guest And locke the Misers heart vp in his chest Brissell thy selfe vp at a beastly slaue That cares for nothing but to feede on fat And cast a leere at such a lurking knaue As pries about thee like a prowling Cat And if the Foxe come neere thy Chickens penne Runne at the Roague and course him to his denne But if thou chance to 〈◊〉 the Lyon roare Lie downe and cowch there is no looking out But if thou meetst a Bull or a wilde Bore Beware the horne and come not neere the snowte For other Cattell horse or Mare or Asse Come not too neere their heeles and let them passe Be plaine and honest doe not sweare and lie Nor complement with cappe and crouch and knee Nor like a Baby runne away and crie For feare to looke vpon a Humble Bee Loue no extremes in neyther heate nor colde And make no treasure of ill gotten golde Doe not perswade a foule ill fauourd slut Shee is as fayre as Venus forehead cloth Nor stand to teach a Sparrow to keepe Cut Nor dwell all day vpon a dish of broth But doe thy businesse that thou art about And when t is midnight put the candle out Stand strut and stout and doe not wagge the tayle At euery fillip of a fidling friend Barke at a Cowe that kicketh downe her paile And make no banquet of a puddings end Call not a knaue a knight nor clowne a king In rules of reason t is a rascall thing For birdes let not the Crane picke out thine eyes Nor let the Parat teach thee how to prate Nor fill thy paunch too full of Woodcockes pies Nor let Madge Howlat make thee watch too late Nor let the Cuckoe teach thee how to sing Nor with the Buzard make too low a wing For Fishes doe not swallow like the Whale Nor like a Creâ—fish creepe into a hole Learne of the Dolphin how to keepe his scale But doe not swim among the Herrings shole Lâ—â—â—ie of the Flâ—oke to stoâ—t but with the floud But whether runnest thou Counter with thy sent Backe take the wind and beat it out againe The Hare is gone thou knowest not where shee went List how the hounds doe plie it on the plaine Well fare the kennell makes the merry eye Hah good olde Tibbe t is pitty thou shouldst die But leaue this hunting let vs fall to play At Cardes or Dice or some such prety sport With merrcy trickes to passe the time away While idle spirits doe but long and short But so that in the end we may finde out How Gamsters bring their golden world about Take vp the Cardes and giue the Coates their places Honour the Kings bee subiect to their swordes Bow to the Queenes doe reuerence to their Graces But vse the Knaues but as the time affoordes Where rhough the knaue of Clubs be calde the chiefe An other knaue may be as close a thiefe Sort out the suites together lay the Trickes Note a Bumcarde and how to stoppe at neede The Harts are spotted Diamonds are but prickes His time ill spent that happens best to speed The Spades are broken and the Câ—◠〈◊〉 rotten â—nd by the small Cardes â—â—thinâ—â— But what shall bee our game Primero Gleeke Or one and thirty Bone ace or new Cut Or Mawe or Ruffe or Trumpe what doe you leeke Or Post and Paire or put and vnder put All one to me no Carde can come acrosse Who hath no money hath no feare of losse But let vs thinke vpon a gallant game Primero yea there let vs set our rest Prime in his nature hath a Princely name And Hero beares his honour with the best Oh royall grounds that such a game begunne Blest be the Fathers christendo such a sonne But it is costly to apply this play A good aduenture shewes no idle vaine For when the stake is at the lowest stay A happie Prime will make all whole againe Then deale the Cardes and happy be his time That sets his fortune on so fayre a Prime Enough of this now let vs goe to Gleeke Fayre play and square lâ—tâ—'â— haue no falling out Looke to your hand and haue no braines to seeke For dotage often comes home with a floâ—â— And 〈…〉 this â—bâ—â—â—â—ion make But let mee see who speakes vnto the Ruffe Who vies it he that hath the happiest suit But packe no Cardes for that deserues the cuffe And euer let the standers by bee mute For many a time a blinde and simple eye May loose much money by the standers by But deale the cardes a mournivall of Aces Welcome poore spots that makes the Players rich And better welcome then those painted faces That lay a Lordship in a durty ditch But what are all the stakes vp then away And let vs fall vpon some other play Giue ouer Gleeke a set or two at Maw The Knaue fiue fingers and the Ace of Harts It was a Clowne that first deui'sd the law That Pesants so should come to play their parts And basenesse so about the Game should bring A knaue should take the stake vp from the king And truth to tell I cannot well disgest These heaues and helpes and liuings after losse For when the game sometimes is at the best A baggage carde may hap to come a crosse â—nd make the Gamster fret and sweare and curse 〈◊〉 leaue him neuer a penny iâ— his â—urse Then let vs leaue this Mawe and goe to Râ—ffe Honour the King the Queene and the Knaue too But yet mee seemes it smelles of Countrey stuffe A Knight vnto a Knaue should honour doe Yet if the Cardes such fortune him allot If that it be his due denie him not But for I see some hidden note doth rest Of base Ambition in a Peasants pride To giue a Knaue such honour though in iest I meane at Cardes when Trompe is on his side Cast vp the Cardes the Trickes together put And leauing
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