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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A16757	I vvould, and would not	Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626?	1614 (1614)	STC 3664; ESTC S104802	15,932	46

And cosen no man with false weight nor measure But with true dealing make a poore mās treasure 47. I would I were a practiser in Phisicke To know my simples Compounds my waters To heale the Rume the Tooth-ach and the Tisicke The Coughe olde Aches such other matters That I might by my skill in generall Be held the Maister of the Vrinall 48. And yet I would not for then day nor night I should haue quiet scarcely in my bed And in my Conscience haue full many a fright To heare my Patient suddenly were dead When by a Vomit I had burst his heart Or pur'gde his guttes out through the nether part 49. No I had rather bee an Herbalist To know the vertue both of Hearbs Rootes Then be too bolde and desperate Alchymist That ofte his weight and measure ouer-shootes And so by either want of Care or skill In steede of Curing giue a killing-Pill 50. I would I were a high Astronomer That I might make my walke among the starres And by my insight might fore-see a farre What were to come talke of peace warres Of liu●s and deaths and wonder to ensue Although perhaps but fewe doe fall out true 51. And yet I would not for then doe I doubt With too-much study I should grow st●rk mad When one Conceit would put an other out While giddy braines beyond themselues would gad And seeking for the 〈◊〉 within the Moone Mistake a morning for an after-noone 52. No I would rather learne no more to knowe Then of the times and seasons of the yeare What dayes the Fayres are kept and how to goe From towne to towne euery Sheer to Sheere That 〈◊〉 may not their day-note-books slack And so to make an honest 〈◊〉 53. I would I were a r●re and sound 〈◊〉 And had the Lawes of honest loue by heart Would not corrupt my Conscience for a million Nor euer pleade but on the honest part Examine strictly and consider duely And so giue sentence to the matter truly 54. And yet I would not for then might I heare How Truth gets hatred for her honest minde And simple-Fees doe make but sory che●●e While true Plain-dealing hath but barely dinde When such as know the world and how to vse it Seeing a Fee come faire will not refuse it 55. I would I were a Scriuener and could pen All kinde of writings write all kinde of hands Be well acquainted with great Monyed-men And closely deale for all their goods and Lands And being furnisht fully to my pleasure Play them a trick to make them look their Treasure 56. And yet I would not for then I am sure My Conscience would receiue a Mortall-wound And such a wound as neuer Arte could Cure By all the feates that euer s●ri●e●er sound When if I scap'● mine eares for Forgery My soule should goe to Hell for Vsury 57. No I had rather in a Copy booke Write a good sentence for a Schollers reading Whereon the parents may be glad to looke And say God send their hands a happy speeding And take my mony on the Saterday For all the weeke then bid my Boyes goe play 58. I would I were a Trades man and could sell My wares by weight and measure as I list And had such trickes to make my market well That I might send home fooles with Had-I-wist That while poore soules did sit with losses crying I might growe Rich with swearing with lying 59. And yet I would not for my Conscience then Wold make me feele the smart of falshoods woe When I beheld the ends of faithles men With what a horror to their Hell they goe While true plaine-dealing hearts in quiet die And faithfull loue doth liue Eternally 60. I would I were a Broker and for Coyne Tooke any Pawnes and ●are not what I tooke For interest nor how I did pou●loyne So I might get it with the Siluer hooke W●o were the Thiefe so ● might buye the wares Nor who did shift so I did get the shares 61. And yet I would not for then doe I doubt Some priuate Eyes would closely prie into me And some odde Ladde or Landresse finde me out And for receiuing stolne goods would vndo me When with the losse of all my goods scarce hope To be so happy as to scape the Rope 62. No I had rather trie a better Trade Whereby to make some honest kinde of gaine Whereby some better reckoning may be made Then buy Repentance with so great a paine Now fie vpon them Brokers Bawdes and Theeues Make poore men weare their Ierkins without sleeues 63. I would I were a close promoting Mate To picke a hole in each offenders Coat And make a shew of seruice to the State When I would purse vp many a priuy groat But in great Summes follow my Information Till I were well paied for a Reformation 64. And yet I would not for then euery knaue Would single me out for a secret friend And teach me how to play the cunning slaue To bring my busines to a wretched ende While hellish Craft with Cloke of heresie Might hide a world of foule iniquitie 65. No I would rather learne my selfe t' amend What is amisse and so my friends aduise Then when I see an other man offend In secret seeke his ●uine to deuise And making shew to seeke the good of all Set vp my selfe with many thousands fall 66. I would I were a Tapster fill my pot Halfe vp with froth and make my gaine of drinke And make no Care how I my mony got So I might hea●e my Golde and siluer chinke Make more of Drunkardes then of better men By putting off bad licour now and then 67. And yet I would not for then should I be At Call and Checke of euery Iacke and Gill And many a Lobcocke would looke into me What drinke I drew how I my pot did fill And sometime trust so farre vpon the score I scarce should put my head out of the doore 68. No I had rather runne an other Race Though for lesse profit yet for more content That both with God and man might be in Grace Wherein my time might be more happily spent And rather pay my penny for my pot Then cosen twenty people for a groat 69. I would I were as tall and stout a man As euer drewe a sword out of a sheath That I might see who durst come neere my Canne Or speake a word where I but seeme to breath Or fortune durst but crosse me with her wheeles For feare to see her braines about her heeles 70. And yet I would not for then where should I Bestowe my selfe but euery man would flie me I should be sure to haue no company Where none that loue themselues that wil come nigh me And fortune would be sure to fit me so That she wold some way seeke mine ouerthrow 71. I would I were a Trauellor to passe The Roughest Seas and card'e for winde and weather And might

I WOVLD AND would not LONDON Printed by Tho. C. for Tho. Bushell 1614. To the Reader YOu that reade what you would be I know not what you would not be you know your selfe But what you should be God knowes But for my selfe I haue founde what is best to be and so wishe other except they neither knowe what they should be nor well what they would or would not be Scorne i● not because it is in verse or rime for if you will reade it you maie perhaps finde more pleasure and profit in it then a worse piece of prose not to perswade you to any thing further then your liking I leaue the censure of it to your discretion and my better Labours as they fall out to your further content And so loath to make you beleeue more then perhaps you shall finde hoping that no man will be angry with his owne shadowe nor saie meaning m● when hee com●s to a f●●le point But take the best and leaue the worst and break none of the pal● as kinde hearts doe in the Countrey I rest as you may see in my Discourse what I would and would not bee and without would not would bee as I should be Your friend and well-willer B. N. I WOVLD And would not 1. I Would I had as much as might be had Of wealthy wishes to the woldes content That I might liue all like a lusty Ladde And scorne the world and care not how it went But eate and drinke and sleepe and sing and play And so in pleasures passe my time away 2. And yet I would not for too wealthy then I should be troubled with a world of toyes Kinred Companions Troups of Seruing-men Fashion-Deuisers Fooles and Guirles Boyes Fidlers and Iesters Monkeys Apes Babounes Drunckards and Swaggerers and such trouble-townes 3. Besides I should forget to finde the way That leades the Soule to her Eternall blisse And then my state were at a wofull stay No I would wish a better world then this And in Afflictions here on Earth to dwell Rather then seeke my Heau'n on earth run to hell 4. I would I were a man of such deepe wit As might discerne the depth of e●ery cause That wherefoere I did in Iudgement sit I might be held a Note-booke in the Lawes My braine might seeme a kinde of miracle And euery word I spake an Oracle 5. And yet I would not for then woe were me I should be troubled wit● a world of Cases Both rich and poore would then ●●y Clients be Some with their pleasing some with piteous faces And when the Rich had left their briberie I should not rest for Formap●uperie 6. I would I were a man of greatest power That swaies a Scepter on this worlds great Masse That I might sit on toppe of pleasures Tower And make my will my way where ere I passe That Lawe might haue her being from my breath My smile might be a life my frowne a death 7. And yet I would not for then doe I feare Enuy or Malice would betray my trust And some vile spirit though against the haire Would seeke to lay mine honor in the dust Treason or Murther would beset me so I should not knowe who were my friend or foe 8. No I doe rather wish the Lowe estate And be an honest Man of meane degrees Be lou'd for good and giue no cause of hate And clime no higher then a Haw-thorne tree Pay euery man his owne giue Reason right And work● all day and take my rest at night 9. For sure in Courtes are worlds of costly Cares That Comber Reason in his course of rest Let me but learne how thrift both spends spares And make enough as good as any feast And fast and pray my daies may haue good end And welcome all that pleaseth God to send 10. I would I were the fairest sweetest Creature That could be painted with the purest Art That Arte might wonder at the worke of Nature How so perfection made vp euery part That euery Eye that saw mee might admire mee And euery heart heard of me might desire me 11. And yet I would not for then out alasse I should be troubled with a world of fooles When many a simple Idle headed Asse Would put his wits vnto some Poets schooles To learne to make a verse to flatter mee As there were no such louing foole as hee 12. No I doe rather wish the louely Browne Where vertues Beauty makes the Inward faire Then be the gallant Gazer of the towne And make mine honor but a Barbers Chaire Whē none that had with losse of treasure tride me Once finding my foule Inside would abide me 13. I would I were an Innocent a foole That can do nothing else but laugh or crie And eate fat-meate and neuer goe to schoole And be in loue but with an Apple-pie Weare a pide-Coate a Cockes-Combe and a Bell And thinke it did become me passing well 14. And yet I would not for then should I not Discerne the difference twixt the good bad Nor how the gaine of all the world is got Nor who are sober wise nor who are mad Nor in the Truth of follies sence to see Who 's the foole now ther 's no such foole as hee 15. I would I were a Fidler and could play A thousand quauers in a minutes space And at a Bridale brauely leade the way Before the Bride and giue the Groome a Grace That I might shake the head and stare and gape And make a thousand faces like an Ape 16. And yet I would not for ten to one My fiddle or my fingers should not rest But euery Iacke a Lute would call vpon Such Moris daunces as doe like him best And euery wagtaile with a wanton Eye Would hang vpon me for a Heidegy 17. I would I were a Cuckolde Wittal Asse And car'de not who did mount my Hackney Saddle Yet thinke I haue as true a louing Lasse As ere lay in Swadling Clouts or Cradle And manerly goe to the Church before her And would not heare how many did be whore her 18. And yet I would not for then doe I feare My hornes would be so hard I could not bide them And whē their weight were more thē I could beare Alas I know not what to doe to hide them But euery one would say in bitter scornes Looke yonder goes a gallant paire of hornes 19. I would I were the arranst Cuckolde maker That euer answerde for his Aperne sport There should not scape a wench but I would take her And set her to her worke in such a sort That all the world should know while I had health I would not see an Idle Common-wealth 20. And yet I would not for then doe I doubt Bride-well and I should wrestle for the Whippe And once got in I hardly should get out Till I had soundly pay'd for Trully-Trippe Whē all the Beggers in the street would whoo me And do me all the shame that they