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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
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

declared Which else had perisht with their liues decay Who to augment their glories haue not spared to crowne their browes with neuer-fading Bay What art deserues such liberality As doth the peerlesse art of Poetrie 9 But Liberalitie is dead and gone And Auarice Vsurps true bounties seat F●● her it is I make this endlesse mone ●●●●ose prayses worth no pen can well repeat Sweet Liberality adiew for euer For Poetrie againe shall see thee neuer 10 Neuer againe shall J thy presence see Neuer againe shall I thy bountie tast Neuer againe shall J accepted be Neuer againe shall I be so embrac't Neuer againe shall J the bad recall Neuer againe shall I belou'd of all 11 Thou wast the Nurse whose Bounty gaue me sucke Thou wast the Sun whose beames did lend me light Thou wast the tree whose fruit J still did plucke thou wast the Patron to maintaine my right through thee J liu'd on thee I did relie ●a thee J ioy'd and now for thee I die 12 What man hath lately lost a faithfull friend Or Husband is depriued of his Wife But doth his after-daies in dolour spend Leading a loathsome discontented life Dearer then friend or wife haue I forgone then maruell not although I make such mone 13 Faire Philomela cease thy sad complaint And lend thine eares vnto my dolefull Dittie Whose soule with sorrow now begins to faint And yet J cannot moue mens hartes to pittie thy woes are light compared vnto mine You watrie Nimphes to me your plaints resigne 14 and thou Melpomene the Muse of Death that neuer sing'st but in a dolefull straine Sith cruell Destinie hath stopt her breath Who whil'st she liu'd was Vertues Soueraigne Leaue He●●on whose Bankes so pleasant be and beare a part of sorrow now with mee 15 the trees for sorrow shead their fading Leaues And weepe out gum in stead of other teares Comfort nor ioy no Creature now conceiues to chirp and sing each little bird forbears the sillie Sheepe hangs down her drooping head and all because that bounty she is dead 16 the greater that I feele my griefe to be the lesser able am J to expresse it Such is the Nature of extremity the heart it som-thing eases to confesse it therefore I le wake my muse amidst her sleeping and what I want with words supplie with weeping 17 Weepe still mine eies a Riuer full of tears to drowne my Sorrow in that so molests me and rid my head of cares my thoughts of fears Exiling sweet Content that so detests me But ah alas my teares are almost dun and yet my griefe it is but new begun 18 Euen as the Sunne when as it leaues our sight Doth shine with those Antipodes beneath vs Lending the other world her glorious light And dismall Darknesse onely doeth bequeath vs Euen so sweet Bountie seeming dead to me Liues now to none but smooth-Tongd Flatterie 19 O Adulation Canker-worme of Truth The flattering Glasse of Pride and Self-conceit Making olde wrinkled Age appeare like youth Dissimulations Maske and follies Beate Pitty it is that thou art so rewarded Whilst Truth and Honestie goe vnregarded 20 O that Nobility itselfe should staine In being bountifull to such vile Creatures Who when they flatter most then most they faine Knowing what humour best will fit there Natures What man so mad that knowes himselfe but poore And will beleeue that he hath riches store 21 Vpon a time the craftie Foxe did flatter The foolish pie whose mouth was full of meat The Pye beleeuing him began to chatter And sing for ioy not hauing list to eate And whil'st the foolish Pye her meate let fall The craftie Foxe did runne a waie with all 22 Terence describeth vnder Gnatoes name The right conditions of a Parasyte And with such Eloquence sets forth the same As doeth the learned Reader much delight Shewing that such a Sicophant as Gnato Js more esteem'd then twentie such as Plato 23 Bountie looke back vpon thy goods mispent And thinke how ill thou hast bestowd thy mony Consider not their words but their intent Their harts are gal although their toongs be hony They speake not as they think but all is fained And onely to th' intent to be maintained 24 And herein happie I areade the poore No flattering Spaniels fawne on them for meate The reason is because the Countrey Boore Hath little inough for himselfe to eate No man will flatter him except himselfe And why because he hath no store of wealth 25 But sure it is not Liberality That doth reward these fawning smel-feasts so Jt is the vice of Prodigalitie That doth the the banks of Bountie ouerflo Bountie is dead yea so it needs must be Or if aliue yet is she dead to me 26 Therefore as one whose friend is latelie dead J will bewaile the death of my late friend Vpon whose tomb ten thousand teares I le shed Till drearie Death of me shall make an end Or if she want a Toomb to her desart On then I le bury her within my hart 27 But Bounty if thou loue a Tombe of stone Oh then seeke out a hard and stonie hart For were mine so yet would it melt with mone And all because that J with thee must part Then if a stonie hart must thee interr Goe finde a Step-dame or a Vsurer 28 And sith there dies no Wight of great account But hath an Epitaph compos'd by mee Bounty that did all other far surmount Vpon her Tombe this Epitaph shall be Here lies the Wight that Learning did maintaine And at the last by Auarice was slaine 29 Vile Auarice why hast thou kild my Deare And robd the world of such a worthy Treasure In whom no spark of goodnesse doth appeare So greedie is thy mind without all measure Thy death from Death did merit to release her The Murtherers deseru'd to die not Caesar. 30 The Merchants wife and Tender-harted Mother That leaues her Loue whos 's Sonneis prest for war Resting the one as woefull as the other Hopes yet at length when euded is the iarre To see her Husband see her Son againe wer it not then for Hope the hart were slaine 31 But I whose hope is turned to despaire Nere looke to see my dearest Deare againe Then Pleasure sit thou downe in Sorrowes Chaire And for a while thy wonted Mirth refraine Bounty is dead that whylome was my Treasure Bounty is dead my ioy and onely pleasure 32 If Pythias death of Damon were bewailed Or Pillades did rue Orestes end If Hercules for Hylas losse were quailed Or Theseus for Pyrithous Teares did spend then doe J mourne for Bounty being dead Who liuing was my hand my hart my head 33 My hand to helpe me in my greatest need My hart to comfort me in my distresse My head whom only J obeyd indeed If she were such how can my griefe be lesse Perhaps my words may perce the parcae's eares Jf not with words I le moue them with my teares 34 But ah alas my Teares

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