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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

But now to you which haue both charge and sway You must be braue for fame and credite sake Yet must you pinch no souldier of his pay Lest nipt with néede poore slaue his héeles hée take In heate of blowes before his head doth ake What then well kept a few will do more good Then store of lowtes which feare to loose their blood 56 Dead payes will helpe to chéerish all the rest And likewise you shall finde therein some gaine And when to filch your souldiers are addrest Fléese you their pray thē chide them for their paine For stragling out from resdue of their traine Ne spare to spoile when force doth foile your foe Take time and tide least fortune play the shroe 57 The lawyer hée w doubtes that dulls his braine For tenne yeares space his time in studie spends Ere practise his doth purchase stoare of gaine Too long a plague so long to fawne on friends And spend on stoare in hope of after mends And therefore sure deceite deserues no curse For working meanes meane while to fill his purse 58 And yet in ●ooth a grote will buy his gift A booke of notes remembraunce t' is to ease Wherein is writ full many a prettie shift Post facto stuf and Non est factum please By larger grauntes the lease away to fease Conditioned releases how to frame By former wordes the latter for to lame 59 Such quillets nyce when thus you noted haue Some practise néedes must print them in your thought Set such at Lawe in wordes as late but straue And when they both in backhouse ditch are brought To poule them both let some deuise be wrought Forget not this when writings hit your hand If youthes them owe with doubtes to lame his land 60 With hope of gaine his gréedy minde else moue To voyde some graunt or worke some leases wracke A lease of trust then must the title proue At leasure yet this timelesse trust turne backe Your interest small his greatest right will sacke For once in proofe this prouerbe still doth last A little lyme A foule will fetter fast 61 Physicians now that weyes how weake wée are Newe cures must search our griefes are now so straunge Old Gallens drugges our time vnfitteth farre Augmented then his cures abroade must raunge For healthlesse men on euery hope will chaunge But once reteynde be sure thou vse this course Another blame although thy selfe be worse 62 Sée your receites some lightning yéeld at first To worke conceites within your patients thought Persuade him still his paine is at the worst Yet heale and harme till wished gaine be wrought But for the poore sée some reléefe be sought And for your paines let rich men gréeued pay No cure performde your custome will decay 63 But now to you whom office doth aduaunce For your behoofe I forst imploy my paine You come deuaunt vppon a sorrie chaunce Yea stocke you set vppon a tickle maine Durant levie no longer lastes your gaine And ere you sway some thousand poundes must fle● Which is not raysde in hast vppon your fée 64 In tenne yeares space fiue hundred markes a yeare Unto his heire who purchase not to leaue Shall sure be blamde of mysers euery where If truth cause lacke most say the rest deceaue If all be false few will such faultes conceiue Once wronge you must a thousand for this gaine How voyde you then the penall statutes paine 65 You are forbid inroulements for to rase To fit your friend or foile your hated foe To saue old seales to giue forg'd writtes their grace To chaunge records a frendly turne to showe For once you may both helpe and ouerthrowe Yet vse you must both meanes by slie deuise But frosted bée for feare of slippery yse 66 Prouide a cloake to couler stil your crime Then worke your will Apollo oft doth fléepe But if your wyles do come to light in time To salue such misse some carelesse seruaunt kéepe Plague him with blame when you the profite reape What if sharpe checkes do put you in some feare The gaine remaines the tauntes in time doth weare 67 Mas gaylor néedes must taste of this my gift Extortion cryes against his yron fées What then in hould this is your onely shift With shackles huge your prisoners to displease Thus pincht good soules they will pay pray and please Pence poucht ne dreade although they stoutly crake To vse redresse poore prisoners vnde lacke 68 Now gallants learne whom brauery still consumes To royst in silkes to flaunt in coulers gay To pranke your wiues vp in their Pecockes plumes To snuffe to scorne to looke beyond your sway To finde a mint to féede your mindes with play To hauke to hunt to boast to braule and fight Which are the thoughtes that féede you with delight 69 This cost is more then carelesse youthes forethinke But cost ne care their hautie mindes can vaile Syth not sée ●ines your farmers Eofers shrinke Of timber trées then strike the loftie saile The bodies next will serue for bord and pale If all these helpes your charge will not defraye But still your names in merchauntes iornalls staye 70 To flote your mindes if house and land must flée To two or thrée the same giue graunt and sell Caue emptor to thy assuraunce sée Hap well hap ill some spéedeth pretie well The rest must take their fortune as it fell Shift you for one the world to fraude is bent Coyne stayes your friend when fléering wordes are spent 71 Come merchaunts come and take in worth my gift Whose Lynxes eyes in younge mens state doe prie Their losse your gaine their spending is your thrift They broche your bagges till all their lyuing flie But holla hoe a bug is Usurie Hée houldes you backe from thrée times tenne to take On morgage good least no returne you make 72 What resteth then your coyne will rust saunce vse And statute loane cannot content your thought Well fare a shift both lawe and them t' abuse You know in prime each thing is easily wrought The dog to draw the horse to order brought The skillesse youth is wonne with euery gaude The reason is his thought is frée from fraude 73 To worke this feate sée that you vse this course When dolefull knell doth bidde a churle adue Send streight to know on whom death vsd this force Not to this end your neighbours fate to rue But of his heire in hast so 〈◊〉 a ●ew If hée be younge well left and easily wonne To feede his dame ▪ sée wordes and workes be donne 74 Some prettie summe on small assuraunce lend If youth be slowe at leasure bid him pay Some times bestowe good counsell as his friend But helpe him to ech toy to make him gay To pay for all at length will come a day By péecemeales thus in lash hée wil be brought In daunger once let this deuise be wrought 75 Get some

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

credite had I none Yet liue I must néede doth obey no lawe To worke for wealth yet wi●t I not the way The scourge for sinne did kéepe mée still in awe I durst not steale for feare of Tyborne play ▪ And other shiftes I knewe not to assay But to be short to soone to soone t' was knowne My will was good to take more then mine owne Then wily mates whose subtile eyes did sée In yonkers states and markt their youthfull vaine Made choice of mee the Instrument to bée In wanton trackes vnwayed youthes to traine Their wiles my wishe so swéete was speach of gaine My tongue was good my manhoode had in price My life was lewde I knewe and vsde eche vice Companion fitt for rufflers nowe adayes Whose wills rule witt and rage doth reason yoke Of which I searcht a crue of thriftlesse strayes Whom lewdly I to lewdnes did prouoke They bi tt my baite but other did them choke I bore the name when others layde the bane The shame was mine and others gleande the gaine But Oh I sigh to wray what wrought my thrall O Plasmos nowe I swoone through thought of thée I must confesse the goad that did the gall Was too too sharpe for friendship thine so frée I turnde my coate ere thou couldst fettered bée My wanton toyes could hardly thée intrap My falsed trust aye mée wrought thy ill hap And must I shewe wherein I was iniust Shame sayes conceale my conscience wil not soe I was a friend whose treason quited trust A counseller lewde that wrought my clientes woe Where I was lou'd I hated saue in shoe Yea twise accurst for mucke his life I sought Whose bloud and good for me hée ventred oft I forged déedes when fayled frée consent I rased roules to mend what hast did marre I put in vre what coemates mine inuent My woordes were graue as firme my friendship ware And yet forsooth to showe what mould I bare I prou'de it true how Cito ad suam Redierint res fictae naturam For though my wéedes foreshewde a settled minde God knowes my woorkes my wanton humour wraide The wyser sort my follies soone did finde They sawe full well my fancies were not staide Yet Plasmos hée of fraude was not afraide And truth to tell I baynde him with such baite As hardly hée could smell out my deceite Wise officers my falsehoode yet suspect To purchase land they thought my store to small And all to late to Plasmos they detect As they supposde I sought to worke his thrall Their sorrie newes did nip him to the gall Who like a man of hope of helpe dismayde Reportes the trust through which I him betraide Our foule deceite amas'de the hearers much They Plasmos wild from greement kept aloofe That open shame our villanies might tuch Our falles would be a warning of behoofe Our fraude thus found before it came to proofe What course were best should wée confesse our fault Noe noe wée ment to bide the first assault In euery Court our cousenages did ring ▪ Which bouldly wée vppon our othes denide For wée that dar'd commit so foule a thing Uppon our othes ne cared though wée lyde Yet durst wée not abide till trueth were tride In couseners clyffes wée feard sol fa to chaunt Howe so wée séemde on honestie to vaunt Yea wretched I that bore the blame of all Peccaui soung through pricke of conscience griefe How others scapt I sawe my shamefull fall I mou'de my mates to salue our great mischiefe In time or wée should suffer much repreafe But they that vsde their ●on●enage in my name If worst befell knewe I ●hould bide the shame To make amends would neuer yéeld consent What should I doe still Plasmos shot at mee False Frenos yet the mischiefe did inuent I plowde the lande the profite reaped hée Hée bounde me so saunce him I could not grée And thus through néede which I to show abhorre Against my will looke what hée would I swore Our cousenage knowen our likelyhoode of paine My earnest sute to some good end to growe Once mou'd him not to leaue ill gotten gaine Hée neuer blusht in conscience nor in showe But craft on craft hée layde to heape our woe T' ware straunge to heare the wealthy friends hée found Which ioynde with him to make our fraude séeme sound And boulstred thus for slaundring vs with truth Our actions huge poore Plasmos ouerlayde Wée knewe in néede friends faild the more the ruth Thus double wrong'd his huge distresses waide To cleare his land good store of coyne hée paide Least share whereof in faith to mée did fall Yet of this end I was the glad'st of all From open shame my selfe I iudged frée I tooke no héede to salue my conscience gall But God that doth all secrete dealinges sée Prouided whippes to scourge our sinnes withall And I that bare the blame of Plasmos thrall As sure I was the instrument of it The first man was that God with vengeaunce smit My onely child which should haue had the land With Plasmos bloud that faine I would haue bought Not sicke in sight first dyed out of hand Which heauie hap distempered so my thought As straight I was into a quarterne brought Whose frosen fittes brought downe my youthfull pride Do what I could it held mée till I dide A house I kept till I to cousening fell But loe beguilde euen with mine owne deceite My house I left and did in corners dwell To lay mée vp ▪ still Plasmos lay in waite Sometimes I was caught with a Sergeaunts baife And through a grate Presta quesimus sounge With care on care thus daily was I stounge I that sometime had wily witt good store As one bestrackt forgot what late I spake For all my cheates still was I very poore My friends did faile none would relieue my lacke On euery side I wretched went to wracke Yea Frenos he that drue the cousening plott Deuourde the gaine and gaue mée neuer a iott Two yeares well nie I liued in this woe God wot not worth the ground whereon I went And when I thought my ioyes againe would flowe Unhappie I that Plasmos murder ment Unto such ire the hie Iehoua bent That ah in stéede of drinke my thrist to slake I poyson dronke my timelesse ende to make Sée couseners sée my present lothsome state Loe here the ende of all my wanton race Behold the man that was so frolicke late A leaper foule in body legges and face At point of death cryes out to God for grace A warning fayre a mirror full of mone For greedie churles a bone to gnawe vppon Amende in time before Gods wrath you sturre Beware by mée false Frenos and the rest Quod diffeertur be sure non aufertur Unlesse euen from the bottome of your breast You both repent and to amends are preast Loe here my tale and life will haue an ende God