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A15046	The rocke of regard diuided into foure parts. The first, the castle of delight: wherin is reported, the wretched end of wanton and dissolute liuing. The second, the garden of vnthriftinesse: wherein are many swéete flowers, (or rather fancies) of honest loue. The thirde, the arbour of vertue: wherein slaunder is highly punished, and vertuous ladies nad gentlewomen, worthily commended. The fourth, the ortchard of repentance: wherein are discoursed, the miseries that followe dicing, the mischiefes of quareling, the fall of prodigalitie: and the souden ouerthrowe of foure notable cousners, with diuers other morall, natural, & tragical discourses: documents and admonitions: being all the inuention, collection and translation of George Whetstons Gent.	Whetstone, George, 1544?-1587?	1576 (1576)	STC 25348; ESTC S111731	150,826	258

their turnes stricke not to play the Bée Scorne not for gaine in age to holde the doore They once were yong that were your bandes before 101 And now my larges giuen farewel foule guile Farewel O world no wile shal make me rich My mynd abhorres welth won by falshoodes vyle To mount by fraud I loth such loftie pitch I can not scratch the harmelesse ere they itch If due desart proude Flatterie pyneth still I list not fawne play hypocrite that will. 102 Fare wel fare wel O world farewel againe Thou now God wot frō wonted course doest réele The clergie once in preaching tooke great paine Whose words in works bare witnes of their zeale Most now in words but few in workes reueale They teach with toung when thought on tything is O wicked world thy wealth is cause of this 103 O world accurst in court thou settest pryde Whose mynions are fraude flatterie and disdaine They pyne desart before his truth be tryde They forge offened well meaning mindes to staine They cast at al yet sildome lose amaine Wo worth the world thy brauerie works the wracke Of such in court as well deserue and lacke 104 The souldier stout foreséeing small reliefe For seruice doone if spoyled honre he comes As forst to play no souldier but the théefe When fortune fits to gather vp his crumbes For once at home poore store of pence he thumbes O world thy wealth with rulers worketh so As what they haue they hardly will forgo 105 The lawe first made to wéede out wrongs for right To yeald amends vnto the poore opprest ●s wrested nowe for fauour or for spight Nowe monie so corrupts the Lawyers breast That daying is for poore mens suits the best Yea such effects in worldly muche doth lurke As iudges harme where helpe they ought to worke 106 Fine fare and slouth discases strange do bréede And grieued wights will spare no cost for ease But golden fées so doth Physicians féede As séelde or nere they rich mens paines appease With drinks and drugs they still do them displease O wicked world thy welth first wrought their grief Thy wealth againe doth hinder their reliefe 107 Desire of gaine make offices so heape As solde they be not giuen who best deserues Who buyeth deare séelde thriues by selling cheape Who wrongeth yet from honest getting swerues No force for that fewe nowe such course obserues Thus pelfe O world first makes the Doner foule To leauie mendes the Done néedes must poule 108 Each pleasant paine each swéete inticing sowre O world thou workst our wanton yeres to witch And not content we should our selues deuour But churles thou sett'st to clawe vs ere we itch Thou burnst the byrde and bastes the bacon stitch O spiteful world thou hap frank harts dost grutch And grieuest churles by giuing of too much 109 The merchant once bent all his care to seas In forreine soyle he sought desired gaine Then was his toyle to common wealth an ease And he deseru'd his wish in lye of paine But nowe at home he findes a swéeter vaine Sance venter nowe he will in wealth abound Foule fall the wight this second trade that found 110 The reachlesse héede youthes haue in large expence To flaunt it out their cost no care to thriue Inticeth churles with shewe of good pretence In prime of pride their maintnance to depriue For lymed once small bootes the wrong'd to striue Right Cousners haue such helps friends at néede As struange it is to sée how ●leare they spéede 111 Thy pryde O world doth bréede such wanton thought As most men nowe receiue dame Venus hyre To stoupe faire dames such sharp assaults are sought Such proffers large such wiles to winne desire As wonder t' is what fortes are set on fire Who sinneth not is such a gnawing bone To raise this siege that fewe will throwe a stone 112 Fye on the world fye on thy soule deceites Fye on thy fraude thy flatterie and thy pryde Fye on thy shifts thy subtilties and sleites Fye on thy cloakes thy filthy crimes to hyde Adieu adieu I can thée not abyde And thee O God for euermore I laude For kéeping me vntainted so with fraude 113 For though I haue consumd my dayes in thral Now death drawes néere my coūt is quickly made And well I wot death doth all sorts appall The prince the poore yea men of euery trade Who lewdly liues with recknings huge is lade Thus worldlings griefe where mine doth eb doth flowe A sorrie swéete to end with sowre woe 114 Through conscience I féele no thought of hell I conquer'd haue of dreadful death the feare Where is thy sting where doth thy furie dwell Where is thy force O Death wher is thy speare Assault say I that with my Christe I were I ready am both euening noone and morne The diuell the world and all their works I scorne Lenuoy 115 YOu worldlings chiefe to you this tale I tell God graunt my words be to your woundes a leache The fruites of fraude vntold you knowe too well Yea better then my naked Muse can teach But to this end this dririe plaintes I preach That hencefoorth you to getting haue such eye As you may liue as though you dayly dye 116 And least the lewde should wrest my worde amis I do exempt the good of euery trade The which I trust will not repine at this To shew thy praise this checking verse was made The Clergie first at whome a glaunce I had Of them there be great store of preachers good To shewe the truth that will not spare their blood 117 There are in court that liue in worthy fame And well deserue renoune and credite both Some officers will take no bribes for shame Some laweyers are to sowe dissention loth And citizens with whome I séemde so wroth I néedes must graunt how so my Muse did square Of euery trade a number honest are 118 The souldier now whom I do honour much How so I toucht their faults that do offend I graunt we haue of noble souldiers such As maimes to fame that will those vices shend I blame none such the rest I wish amend Physicians good as many sure there be Will not repine the lewde reprou'd to sée 119 How so I toucht some scriueners faults at quicke There are of those I knowe of honest fame Such haue no cause against my Muse to kicke Nor yet the lewde that wisely weyes the same I blase abuse yet touch no creatures name Yea to be shore ●●ypt no foot of men That truly can w●th malice charge my pen. Veritas non querit angulos G.W. opinion of trades as touching gaine written to his especiall friend maister R.C. MIne owne good friend ▪ since thou so faine wouldst know What kynde of trade doth yeald the surest gaine My iudgement now of some I meane to showe And after toyle which quiteth best thy paine The merchant he which cuts the mounting seas With

chaunge shée makes her choice Not carefull of her curious charge But gladly rowes in euerie barge How may it hée such fertile soyle Well tilde and sowne with happie séede Can chuse in recompence of toyle But yéeld thée fruites of Venus méede Why worke I her so great abuse For giltlesse fact to frame excuse My paines herein deserues no praise For all men knowes more then I write But thou that didst this rumour raise If that thou darst so show thy might As truth maintaine thy slaundrous wordes Committing triall to our swordes Who readie am her to defend Till wounded corpes with bloud begord Of worldly woes do make an end By froward force of slaundrous sword Or recant to make will I And for offence her mercie crie The vnfortunate louer is persuaded his misshap to grow by destinie YEt was not Hellens fa●e ne Parris faire Untimely which did weaue the Troyans woe For former faultes the Gods agréede in ire With future panges their vengeance downe to throwe And making choyse as instrument withall That Parris loue should king Priames thrall Such heaped harmes within the Heauens béene For one mans case to cause anothers care Unfriendly so the fates mens happes do spin In partiall wise to yéelde eche wight his share Then loue why should I cursse or skorne lawe Or blame the dame one whom I stande in awe Her vertues rare her pearelesse beautie bright Her Pallas witt I ioynde with Sabas skill My restlesse eyes which couets so her sight Are not the fates which forceth mée this ill For hier sprites deuised long agoe My youthfull yeares should passe in pyning woe ¶ The discommodities of forst marriages by the example of Venus and Vulcan supposed for the more plaine explayning of the inconueniences to be written to a couetous carle hauing but one onely daughter refused the offers of diuerse gentlemen some beeing of good worship and married her vnto an old croked coffing crust for his great wealthes sake IN prime of pride when Venus minde to Iunos rites aspirde A wealthie cruste to catch her vp her father then desirde Perusing well his subiectes states who best might be her feare At length hée chus'de a Croydon chuffe to wooe his daughter deare Whose wealth I do confesse was great y gott by endlesse toyle At smithes forge with daily heate his apish face did broyle This gallant squire a wooing rid his face bée grimde with dust And comming to her fathers house this daintie Dame hée bust Who at the first this Lady bright some monster thought to bée Retyring backe affright shée was his vglye shape to sée But in the ende her fathers threates and Vulcans giftes full braue Did force her daintie minde to yéelde this crabtrée péece to haue The marriage rites in hast were wrought in presence of them all Then hee this pearelesse dame conuayde vnto his rusticke hall Whereas the rest solemnised her friends they did depart The which once done then streight begunne the summe of all her smart For hée fell to his former toyle before the dawning day Where bounsing blowes on stythie smit the sturdie stéele to fame Debard of rest did force her wish to tast of wedlockes game And as it is no newes to tell at all nor séeming straunge How louers they do neuer lacke whose mindes bée bent to chaunge Here mightie Mars y cleaped God of warre and battell ray Enforste to yéeld as Cupids thrall and eke his hestes obey Determined to giue attempt to fraught his heart with blis Though conquest hard yet glorie great quoth hée the guerdonis Before her eyes his siege hée plantes like Phoebus rayes that shan Assault hée gaue shée did resist hée made no batterie than But one repulse his valiaunt heart in no respect amasde Hée shot againe the bulwarkes fell and all the walles were raisde The fort thus wonne as hée did wish hée trode on pricking thornes To gaine the spoile of Vulcans toile and arme his head with hornes The which without resistaunce great hée ioyed at his will But Ielousie the gulfe did force to feare and dread that ill Which in the end when true hée found hée framed by his arte A chaine to tie these louers fast so that they might not starte And then for all the Gods hée sent to sée this laughing game Where they in méede of pleasures past receiued open shame Loe here the bitter fruites wherewith such mariages be fraught Where wealth doth winne the womans will and vertue set at naught Such chaunce may hap to the old snudge inforst by gréedie gaine Where pence possesse the daughters loue the man shée doth disdaine And so fare well at this my verse mée thinkes I heare thee snuffe But doggrell rime were farre to good to gréete a dunghill chuffe The forsaken louer sheweth to what intent he weareth Tawnie bewraying the bondage that wanton Dames bring their thralles vnto MY fancie once in fayre carnation stoode And trueth to say I liued in delight But loe such is the fruites of wanton moode Both Dye and dayes are chaunged with despight In Tawnie now I forced am to goe Forsaken wretch my mystresse storne to shoe And would to God who notes my wretched wéedes Would wisely shunne the baites that beautie lay Her swéete receites an ill digestion bréedes Once bound ynough her thralles must néedes obey Yea worse then that though loue séeme nere so hott When all is done forsaken is their lott This is the badge that Cressids heyres do giue They lure with grace and loose with deadly hate Beware of them you that in freedome liue If not behold a patterne of your fate Euen I my selfe do weare this Tawnie hue To shewe I seru'd a Cressid most vntrue The reiected louer determineth either to purchase his Ladies speedie reconcilement or els desperatly to die OF thée déere dame faine would I learne the trueth If hée that bringes the innocent in band Or so betrayde who slayeth him faunce ruth Is thought herein to haue the bloudiest hand ▪ If hée that doth the faultlesse first betray Then cruell note the wordes that I shall say I am the man that longe can hardly liue You with your scorne betrayde mée to despaire Then though my hand the deadly wound do giue The murtherer it wil be said you are But if you shame such fowle report to proue Now yéeld swéete wench or neuer graunt to loue Behold the blade that shall confirme my faith My woes consent in wanton yeares to die I liue to heare but what your aunsweare saith Once lapt therein my life or death doth lie For trust mée now I wretched haue decréede To winne your loue or else to die with spéede The louer being wounded at the Bathe sues vnto his Lady for pittie I Bathing late in Bathes of souereigne ease Not in those bathes where beauties blisse doth flow● But euen at Bathe which many a guest doth please But loe mishap those waues hath wrought my woe There loue I sawe her séemely selfe to laue

s●ooteth home Such is their force where credite beareth sway A perfect tale although the wronged tell Their thwarting speach what they mislike will stay The wronged wight with wrath may haply swell And pleades a fresh though not so passing well Then sausie knaue how ma●lapeart hée is Away go packe your purpose you shall mis. But if the sot which in their fauour stand Do slammer forth a patched tale of lyes Their helping speach will force him vnderstand The way and meanes afresh for to deuise To frame his talke from shew of trueth to rise A vertue straunge their wordes can bring to passe That fooles séeme wise the wise in shew an Asse UUhat fréer life then others to commaund UUhat happier state then for to liue in rest What greater wealth then what a man demaund UUhat credite like the countnaunce of the best For thralles it were a heauen to reach the left But they aloft whom vertue doth aduaunce If more may bée inioy more happie chaunce UUho will not then both séeke and double séeke To reach this hap with hazard at the first The foreward wight though fortune giue the gléeke A fresh will toyle till that his har● doth burst ▪ If still shée frowne in faith the man is curst A fall saith he who recketh such a losse An asse shall ride and no hie sturring horsse For proofe againe the huge and mightie oke UUhose withered roote from falling cannot stay But downe hee comes by sturdie Boreas stroke His fall god wot doth crush the vnder spray Euen so it fares with those that beareth sway If by mishap they wrapped be in thrall The poore doth beare the burthen of their fall For where as mindes by mischiefe rais●e too hie Sedition sowe their natiue soil● to wring UUhen Princes might doth make such rebels flie The leaders chiefe well horst away do fling UUhen pesaunts stay and Sursum corde sing They sue for grace safe in anothers land When toyling thralles are trussed out of hand If in abuse of both their states be best Although the best in faith is very bad Deseruing well they are farre better blest They roist in silkes whē clownes in raggs are clad They haue their will and what can more be had Who will not then how so sly hap saith nay Séeke out this chaunce if vertue sayes hée may ¶ An Epitaphe on the death of the right worshipful maister Robert Wingfield of Vpton in the countie of Northampton Esquier TO shewe their cause of dole whom Wingfields death doth pearse Good muse take thou a little paine his vertues to rehearse Hée wel was knowne to spring from house of auncient name Yea leaue his Armes and blase his actes and you shall sée the same His zeale to serue his God his care to saue his soule His stoute contempt of Romish ragges their taxe their tyth and toule The Gospell that hée lou'd his life that showde no lesse Bare witnesse that in words and workes the trueth he did professe Beléeue his blessings else which hée receyu'd from hie The first long life in happie health till age inforst him die And then this comfort swéete to frée his age from feares Hée sawe his children liue and like in credite many yeares Sufficient wealth hée had ynough hée thought a feast Hée had ynough hée spent ynough and with ynough deceast His credite with his Prince continued from his youth A sight most rare in office plast hée trust returnde with trueth Full fiftie yeares and twoe a Iustice place hee vsde For common peace and profite both hée séeldome paynes refusde Hée wéeded wronges from right by law and not by ame Hee kept this course to helpe the poore the lewd againe to blame His life vpright and iust hée ioyde in no mans thrall His dealings were both lou'd and likt among his neighbours all His bountie at his bord his store for euery sort The hie the lowe the riche the po●re wrought him a rare report And thus long time hée liu'de in credite and in loue Till death to worke his ioy our griefe his force began to proue But yet hée sicknes sent for to forewarne him first Whose honest minde whose conscience cleare straight bade him doe his worst And so with hope of heauen vnto the graue hee vailde Of which hée glad his friendes as sad if sorrowe ought preuailde Viuit post funera virtus ¶ An Epitaphe on the death of the right worshipfull maister Iohn Ayleworth Esquier IF men may waile their losse that death hath ridde from woe Then giue mée leaue to wéepe my fill my sorrowes so to showe And though to bathe in teares small botes now hée is gone Yet none can leaue so firme a friend and showe no signe of mone When brainesicke I a bruse with ouer brauery caught Hée first did cure my néede with coyne then soundly thus mée taught Bée stayde for rowling stones do sildome gather mosse I tryde his ayde I likt his wordes and still shall rue his losse His losse not I alone but thousands more lament His children friends seruaunts poore with brackish teares are sprent But Oh you fillie poore whom néede doth nip and pearce With hart with hand with might maine your heapes of woe rehearse Crye out of cruell death for reauing your reliefe You are the wightes that haue God wott the greatest cause of griefe When hunger faintes your heartes when you with cold shall frease The lacke of Ayleworths foode and fire your starued limms to ease When might would marre your right his counsell sound and sure His open purse to pleade your cause the paines hée but in vre When you poore soules shall misse with him that was your stay Then shall your griefes appeare as gréene as hée had dyde to day These were his fruites of faith these almes hée did of zeale Hee wayde no showe his woordes in workes the Gospell did reueale EXHORTATIO O life of much auaile O worldlings it insue So shall you not be ledde by gold but gold be rulde by you So shall you kéepe him bright that mouldeth in your chest So shall the world speake well of you your conscience so in rest The swéetest ioyes of all though death your farewell giue So so your soules with his in heauen your fames on earth shal liue ¶ An Epitaphe in the order of an admonition written on the death of his verie friend Iohn Note of Grayes Inne Gent. Vntimely flaine the 2. of Nouember 1575. WIth teares in thought imprint both frem and knowen frende Thrée speciall notes of much auaile by Notes vntimely ende 1. Note first his honest life of euery sort was lou'd Learned hée was and vertuous both his manhoode throughly prou'd A gallant witte hee had the which hée gouernde so As did content all sortes of men when cause the vse did show Hée had both health and wealth his fortune was to hard And yet in spite of froward chaunce Fame shall his vertues gard 2. His life would followed bée