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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

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

for me them selues did fetter fast Whose baites for me them measht in beggers net Inforst men say of God loe here the might Which heales the harmd and lames the lewd in sight But I whose scare thy heauenly helpe did cleare Will daily sing with mynd with hart and voyce To thee O Lord be honour laude and feare Which foyldst my foes and madst me to reioyce Laude for thy grace and honour to thy name Feare cause thy wrath doth put the lewde to shame The reporter After that P. Plasmos had throughly passed the pikes of his troubles he foorthwith professed a newe course of life to witnesse which reformation making pouertie his excuse he sent this following farewell vnto fayre Laymos and other fine dames of his olde acquaintance ▪ which inuention he termed his farewel to wanton pleasures P. Plasmos farewell to wanton pleasures DAme Venus be content thy seruant should depart Who long hath bath'd in brauties blisse yet swam in seas of smart And willing nowe with losse to leaue his wanton sport Repentance hath reclaimed him from pleasures statly court Good loue my gouernesse thy charge that erst did raunge Is well content to carelesse youth to leaue his choice in chaunge My colours fresh and gay my pride in peacocks plumes I now resigne to Cupides thralls whose head with fancie fumes My sugred wordes that earst did wray my suites at large My scalding sighes to quench mistrust when iealousie gaue charge I will to salue their sore whome false suspect doth byte My vaunting speach I giue to those which soiourne with delight And fansie earst my friend of force I must forsake And lust my choice I leaue to those which rowes in leachers lake For wisdome rules my will and reason bids retire Least frosen feares through faythlesse loue doth followe hote desire Expence doth nip my purse my pride is pincht with paine Aspiring mynde hath caught a fall my lacke is linckt with gaine Yet losse this lesson learnd how pence my pleasure wrought Not pleasure pence but purses paine when néede the bottome sought A noddie for the nonce for faithlesse flurtes to flout Poore want was rayd in ragged clothes amongst dame pleasures rout Which picture when I sawe in fauour like my lacke Disdaine my thought did drowne my ioy despaire did bruse my backe Pure néede then prickt me foorth in faith good mistresse mine Ere scorne should worke me out of grace my seruice to resigne For if you rightly wey my want by former wealth Your selfe will iudge I can not serue without the ayde of stealth Then wrong will séeke reuenge with tryall of his bande And iustice soone will sentence giue to truce me out of hande Then conscience will accuse my coste in Venus court And warne my friendes by these my woes to shun dame pleasures sport And loth to dye will curse the causers of my smart Thus with your blame my one the shame perforce I shall depart The reporter After P. Plasmos had bid adieu to these counterfet delightes he made this ensuing recantation and sith it behoueth euery man that recanteth to shew with what errours he was led as well to discharge his owne conscience as to forewarne others of the like P. Plasmos in the saide recantation maketh discourse of loue betwixt faire Laymos and him self Wherein is discouered the subtile sleights of a cunning courtisane P. Plasmos recantation BEfore the world I here recant my life I do renounce both lingring loue and lust My wanton will with wisedome once at strife Hath lost the fielde the type of fansies trust My sugred toung bepoudred all with teares To chase mistrust from my swéete maistresse mynde With simple speach from humble sprite now weares That fauour I with my swéete Christ may finde My seattered sighes which I on earth did strowe I gather vp and sende them to the starres As messengers of my lamenting woe Twixt sine and soule so mortall is the warres Sith I repent no shame it is to wray My former life how farre from grace it swern'd Although from truth I silly shéepe did stray As good men God so I my Goddesse seru'd Her fauour heauen I reckt her frowning hell I swam in ioy when I attaind her grace I sunke in noy when she with wrath did swell Such strange effectes were shrowded in her face Saint Pandor then my aduocate I made Who pynde my purse yet fead my foolish vaine A thousand scornes with my fond sight did fade My suite in wordes such slender grace did gaine As Gods of olde my Goddesse honoured is Which sacrifice of kine and calues did craue But she inioynd in penance of my mis For fashion sake that first I yeald her ●laue With vowe of fayth my suite then must I showe But suites of lawne with toyes of déeper coste The duties were which I for grace did owe Such costly grace then found were better loste But mi●●es of loue did so bedim my eyes That wealth was slaue vnto my wanton thought Glad was my purse when he the toy espies Which with my loue a perfect liking wrought But I too sharpe did spurre so frée a wretch He pynde to naught to please her péeuish mynde Then lacke too late this lesson did me teach I seru'd no saint but one of Sathans kynde Who when she fawe pure néede to play his part With iealous speach gan straight to faine debate My second choice she sayde possest my heart As though pure loue had hatcht this souden hate But well I sawe despight did forge suspect And iealous speach was set to colour scorne My charge not change did frame with foule defect She fained griefe I wretch with woe forworne My plées of want then purchase little grace She wild me loue where I my wealth did waste For my nice choice she reckt her selfe too base Which here and there in change a new was plast Fonde fansie then presented to my will In desperate panges to pine away with paine Or purchase pence on top of Shooters hill If I escape my bootie grace would gaine For him that earst both hope and hap did vaunce To desperat thoughts to vayle his former blisse Blame not his mynde to cure this sorrie chaunce If ventur'd life did worke amends of misse And syth quoth I I must a martyr be Then burne to naught with blase of Cupides brands A gentler death is hanging on a trée I may escape the bowget makers hands In spight of scorne which haunts my Ladies hart Then shall I swim in seas of former grace And sorrow shall finde recompence of smart With foulded armes when I my ioy imbrace These drousie dumps which driues me to despaire Shall purged be with drugs of droynses store I glad he mad then mumping in his chaire When stéede is stolne too late shall shut the dore Thus I vile wretche led on by wanton lust A triumphe made within my wicked thought How I by hap the harmelesse threw to dust Ere I escapt or