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An epitome of the vvorlds woe vvherein is perspicuously discouered, the lamentable miseries of the world, in these tempestuous times, the infidelitie of fained friends, and ficklenesse of deceitefull fortune : continued by way of meditation and resolution / by Geo. Dichante, gent.
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Dichante, George.
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pouerty like mistrisse Blade And they are Iewes that haue a friend indeed Indued with vertues though he be in need And do restraine their hands and then forsake him When as their furtherance might marre or make him For can a man that truly is possest Of vertuous ornaments within his brest Can he I say long want or stand in need Though for a time his hopes be buried No he 'l be still releeu'd each noble heart If friends vnwilling prooue wil soster Art For as the sunne when some obscuring cloud Doth in her bosome all her splendor shroud Though thus I say he shroud it from our sight Yet can he not extenuate his light So when a Wise man seemes to suffer need And cloudy want doth make his vertues dead For a small time that broke and vanisht quite Then doth his splendor shine through's learned light And a true friend will neuer during breath Forsake his friend for feare of paine or death Nay after death he will lament the end Of such a loyall and a louing friend And in the world there 's not nor cannot be More perfect loue then this and amitie That 's for a friend no perils to forsake May for the furtherance of his matters make This caused Plato often take his way From learned Athens to Sicilia And for no other end but looke vpon His true and trusty louer Phocion For of a wiseman to inioy the sight The wayes though long is short the labour light Tianeus as some Historians say Parted from Rome past through all Asia Saild ouer Nilus with vndanted boldnesse Endur'd the blasts of Cancasus his coldnesse Waded in cold through her congealed fountaines Suffered the heates of all the Riphean mountaines And to no other end but to conferre With his Hyarchus the Philosopher Agesilans hearing that his friend In remote Countries were i' th prison pend He set's affaires aside and went his way Longing to finde where his beloued lay Whom when he found vnto the King he went And him saluted with this complement Redoubted Roy a friend I haue and he Is here captiued by your Royaltie Of his distressed case some pitty take And if you please to free him for my sake Or giue him honor dignity or pelfe I take the deede as done vnto my selfe And I assure you Oh most Royall King You cannot chastice nor do any thing Vnto my friend but if I hear 't or see I feele the torment too aswell as hee Thus did the noble man great loue descrie Vnto his friend though in aduersitie And of all worldly pompe riches and pleasure 〈…〉 As a true friend to whom a man may show All secrets though none but himselfe doth know He may recount to him his woes and griefes And trustily rely on his reliefes In briefe he may repose without all doubt To him his secrets both within and out For he is sure to reape this for his gaines And be releiued in his woe and paines Counseld in perils and aduersities And be reioyc'd with in prosperities But such a friend is rare and hard to finde Wherefore to choose one of an honest mind We must be wary his condition be Godly and good and ioyn'd with honestie Not couetous vnpatient or vniust Thou maist then be deceiued in the trust Seditious factious nor that mooueth strife Presumptuous nor faulty in his life For if he be infected with those crimes As many be now in these latter times Reiect him trust him not nor come not nie him And if he proffer loue to thee deny him For none will buy a horse or count him trim Vnlesse he see him sound of wind and limme Nor none will bargaine for pure silke or cloath But he 'l first view that it be free from Moath Nor wine vntill that he can truely tell The colour 's pure and it will rellish well So none that 's wise will proffer all his fauour To any if he know not his behauiour But with Augustus alwayes carefull be Whom thou admittest in thy amity And when true triall doth informe that he Is euery way compleate for honestie Then let thy heart on such a friend take hold Reiect him not for siluer nor for gold Fot if we will beleeue the Antique stories Wherein 's recorded many Monarches glories We shall perceiue how friendship they reputed And how sincerely for true friends they suited As Alexander Aristotle lou'd King Cyrus Chylon that so faithfull prou'd Great Ptolomie Pithimon much affected And with all reuerence he him respected Pyrrus Satirus August Symonides Traiane Plutarchus Scipio Sophocles Which men for friendship haue beene much esteem'd And mirrors of good manners haue beene deem'd The worlds true Worthies were they in their daies Wherein their seruice meritted true praise But oh this iron age which we liue in True friends are sowne thicke but they come vp thinne For in these dayes t is difficult to know Whether a man by 's words meanes well or woe Some Parasite reiected punckes will praise And terme her the true Damsell of our dayes Extoll her to the hight and tell her how But she ther 's none of any worth liues now Insinuating with this base intent To let her heare how he can complement Or else with her he gladly would make friends For 's owne commodity and proper ends But step aside he 'l say she is a scab And to his neighbour call her scume and drab Thus idle heads that so to sawne deuise Do circumuent such with a thousand lies And make their promise very large and faire But their performance is not worth a haire But let the wise take heede not to relieue them And when they speake most faire the lesâ—e beleeue him Trust not faire language many oathes not so But heare them for a while than let him go Well now Woes tract and Fickle faith I 'ue done Wherein a slender course my Muse hath ronâ—e Which some may blame me for when t is well scand As too too young to take this taske in hand To which I answer now that euen I Though twenty yeeres I hardly haue past by Yet Iue obseru'd sometime that forced teares Of woe asmuch as some of forty yeeres Therefore graue Seniors and you froward blood That grin at goodmen when they wish you good Excuse my weakenesse if you be not coy To take instruction from a witlesse boy Regard a while and let there grow no griefe That here I reckon other woes in briefe It is a woe when men of good deserts Should vilipended be with meere vpstarts Because they want and men that little know 〈…〉 This is the world a knaue that will not lacke A precious outside for his Asses backe Shall be esteem'd though the foole be mute Yet shall he be commended for his suite I greeue againe when Petti-foggers be So au'rous no conscience they wil see But with long Gownes they keepe their coxcombes warme And sell their breath for many a poore mans harme For bribes extoll them to a
AN EPITOME OF THE WORLDS WOE Wherein is perspicuously discouered the lamentable miseries of the World in these tempestuous times the infidelitie of fained friends and the ficklenesse of deceitefull fortune Continued by way of Meditation and Resolution By GEO. DICHANTE Gent. Ἄπαντε á¼Î½ θαλάςςη κακοῦ πλÎομην All we poore Mortals wade against our will In waues of woe and Seas of surging ill LONDON Printed by Thomas Cotes and Richard Cotes 1630 THE VVOE OF THE WORLD HEauen's high director and Olympus King Whose power doth guid gouerne euery thing Whose blessed bounty doth extend to all Whose wealth supplyes each want in generall Supply my wants Great God! thou map of meeknesse And let thy power be perfect in my weakenesse Oh helpe me to divulge in these weake times The vainnesse and vexation of these times Inspire my Muse she truely may explaine The woes that in this wicked world do raigne For at the Altar of thy holy Will My Muse doth offer vp her Incense still And all the faculties remaine in me I will addresse and consecrate to thee T is in thy power to rectifie each wrong Oh guide me then and go with me along Grant what I write within this tedious story May to all 's good redound and to thy Glory Since that same season wherein I was borne By sinne originall a wretch forlorne These eyes and eares of mine haue knowne though young Woes cannot be exprest by pen nor tongue For I protest yet many thinke not so I haue beene witnesse to a world of Woe Neere in my life as yet that I could tell One intire day remaind I perfect well But various passions still were represented Sometimes well-pleased straightway male-contented Sometimes fresh ioy did ouer ioy my heart Anone I was possest with pangs of smart And when some ouerflowe of fickle Fate Had fild my bodies bankes with blisse or State The ebbe of that within a little space Hath left me in a worse and weaker case And seeing thus my ioyes to ebbe and flowe With lofty Surges first and then sinke lowe Leauing the top-full bankes of blisse all dry Oh what a wicked world is here thought I Where nothing's firme but all I here espie Of sublunary Subiects liue to die What mortall then that with the eye of wit Descends into the world but sees that it Containeth little that is good within For t is a nurse of vice a sinke of sinne A Laborinth of labour gins and guiles A sacke of sorrowes wickednesse and wiles And In my selfe though all these woes I see 〈…〉 sâ—â—ll as me Each man a little world containes within A true compendium of the great worlds sinne Where Reason as the Princesse highest sits In the bed-chamber of the Bodies wits The Sences are Attendants on the Court Without whose aide nought passes through the port The supreame powers as Memory and Will They are the Peeres retaining good or ill The Parts exterior and interne Affections Are Commons that relye o' th Peers protection Then violent Passions that there will not cease Are base Disturbers of the Common peace And as one Passion is anothers doore Wherein may enter more and more So restlesse Woes continually make roome Whereby another Woe may likewise come Which dumps and dolors do so terrifie me And sors my sences that no ioy comes nigh me For the great griefes that gaule me euery day Surprizâ— my comfort bannish blisse away I am no Stoicke that no passions loue Whose mindes at neither mirth nor sorrow moue These Stocke conceits do truly represent The ouerthrow of inward gouernment But as a Christian heart my God me gaue So I'â—â— take care to order all I haue Then tell what mortall euer yet could say His ioy was constant stâ—ll a compleate day Yet true it is that many men haue spent 〈…〉 But constantly if it endur'd a day And was not crackt by sorrow neere away That griefe and ioy so long hath kept a sunder I will record it for a worldly wonder No no the world is meerely all but vaine And her best pleasures turne to bitter paine For though ioy tary strangely for an houre T is soone consum'd by care and sorrow sowre Whence I extract which euery one sayes plaine That pleasures period is a passe to paine That ioy and gladnesse take their turnes about And when the one is in the others out So that in neither ther 's a stable station But when its sorrowes Terme it 's ioyes Vacation The Poets faine there was betwixt those two A great dissention and a deale to doo Which twix't them selues could not he pacifi'd But they must go to Iupiter to tride And he all meanes and motions too did trie The variant to reduce to amity But when he fee his paines had fruitlesse proou'd And that their malice could not be remoou'd To venge himselfe and curbe these solmne sots He bound them in indissoluble knots And chan'd them fast withall decreed so These two inseperate for ere should go Then t is no wonder that they do surprize Men in this manner with their miseries For euery man hath sure his turne of sorrow f glad to day he 's sure of griefe to morrow So thus is mankind with their mischeefes crost One day payes dolor that another lost I neuer yet with any did remaine But euer he of something did complaine If Rich then to augment his state and store He would take care to scrape and gape for more If poore and nipt with pinching pennurie He then must care to ease his miserie When Salomon the Mirror of true wit Had all experience man could haue of it And for his pleasure Orchards daily planted Made fish-ponds craued nought but it was granted Had men and women-seruants borne and breed within his house and there were nourished Had stately buildings costly gemmes and things As presents sent from Emperors and Kings Bdellium Ophir gold all kind of wood Gold Siluer Frankincense and all was good Nay to be briefe all solace he had sent Could please the eye or giue the heart content Yet did he deeply lothing them complaine And said The world and all is vaine So let men giue their hearts to glut in pleasures To hoord vp Riches Iewels Gems and treasures Yet in the end with him they will complaine And truely say The world and all is vaine But discontent and hunting still for more Not satisfi'd with good enough before Men fast pursue to be of all possest And till their race be runne can neuer rest Which woe indures and the furies fell Makes vs thinke earth to be a second hell Then cannot this be mended yes in store God hath laid vp a Salue for euery sore And the best Medicine that I finde is this If any in his Baine would looke for blesse When woe and sorrow come I do not care for 't Because before it come I am prepar'd for 't And when t is come for to disgest the smart I le freely welcome woe with all