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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

succour should haue sought But well I sée thou youth hast spared nought Yet all thy life thou moyldst and toyl●st for gaine Hard was thy hap that losse still aunsweard paine 35 No fortune yet but follie in thy selfe That losse thou reapst in recompence of paine Thy course was wrounge a pace to prowle vp pelfe For falsehoode must or flattery compasse gaine Or else in faith thy moyling is in vaine Deserte is dasde with dyrefull enuies driftes And honest mindes are put vnto their shiftes 36 But listen well and I will shortly showe How that thy want in drowping dayes shall die The way I know how euery state doth growe From base degrée to wealth and honour hie Thy conscience yet must beare with briberie With falsehoode fraude feare not to vse deceites To fishe for wealth those are the sweetest baites 37 If thou doest loue a faithlesse priest to bée If Courtiers life in thée hath lyking wrought In merchauntes fraude if thou wouldst deepely sée If Lawyers gaine doth tempt thy gréedie thought If through the warres aloft thou wouldst bée brought In countrie cares if thou wouldst beate thy braine If Cheters craft thou weanst is full of gaine 38 If by these trades reléefe thou meanst to reape Doe thus and thus and thou with wealth shalt swell With that hée wrayed of huge deceiptes a heape The least whereof would send a man to hell At which amasde quoth I good frend farewell I like theée not thy counsell is full euill I liued well I will not die a deuill 39 At which adue my mate to sigh I sawe Who sorrie was hée had bestowde such talke On mée whose tale to no deceite could drawe And in this chafe away the man did walke And waking then I vp and downe did stalke Who in my selfe did finde a hell of thought To sée what wyles to compasse wealth are wrought 40 Desire of wealth forthwith my heart did wound My honest minde did blame my gréedie venye Thus in my selfe a heape of harmes I found Afraide of fraude yet glad to compasse gaine Thus both I blamde and thankt the cousiners paine But as by chaunce I looking in my glasse Mée thought I saw how death by mée did passe 41 With that quoth I away with golden glée Auaunt desire of gréedie gathering gaine Wouldst thou him binde which whilome liued frée Away goe trudge thy toyling is in vaine The world I scorne with my swéete Christ to raine No subiect I of sathans Emiyre came Christ is my leage to serue the deuill I shame ¶ A Larges to the world 42 My knowledge yet vnto the world y knowne May haply warne my friends to shunne this baite Amonge the lewde this séede is hugely sowne They daily take this bitter swéete receite For why their foode is rapine and deceite My larges yet to all I franckly giue Within this world that haue desire to liue 43 The Cleargie they no worldly creatures are They cost contemne their wéedes but homely bée Heauen féedes their soules their paunche hath pouer fare They goodes despise but what with Scriptures grée To helpe the poore whose want they daily sée Well these I sée estéemeth not my gift To get their thankes and haue I neare a shifte 44 Yes yes forsooth wel fare the fruits of fraud They wedded are a néedefull helpe gainst sinne Their sonnes full oft desireth more a gaude Then at their bookes their fathers fame to winne Their daughters scorne to knit to card or spinne They Gentles are as braue as is the best They royst in silkes and gad to euery feast 45 With smal expence this pride is not maintaind And when you die your lyuing bids adue If naught you spare their brauerie then is staind They must forsake their wonted Courtly crue Or make some shift though shame thereof insue Which to preuent this counsel Craft doth giue To proule for them whilst you in wealth do liue 46 Scorne you the Pope scorne not to clawe his coine His titles leaue lease not the selfe same gaine You colours haue how so you pence purloine Decayed schooles you may erect againe You may relieue the néedie mysers paine With many moe whom penurie doth pearce For lacke of skill which scapes my worthlesse vearse 47 The Courtier hée will thanke mée for my gift Hée spendeth much yet little hath to spend Some say this course doth séeldome compasse thrift Yet fréely here his state for to amend To bragge it out in brauery to the end The Courtier younge a lesson loe I tell The elder sort doth knowe the forme full well 48 For credite sake you néedes must brauely serue And credite wonne is quickly worne away Get vp your crumbes therfore ere grace doth swerue Fawne still on them that beare the greatest sway Attendaunce daunce when others plie their play The mightiest please how so their mindes are ledde For wisest wittes with some conceites are fedde 49 With lawyer soone sée thou thy selfe acquaint UUhich knowes what giftes are in the Princes hands UUhat lyes conceald by reason of attaint UUhat fée what farme amonge his leages landes Drawes to an end that clarkly vnderstandes UUhat office yéeldes a gaine aboue the rest UUhat penall lawe to begge for thée is best 50 UUho finely drawes a pattent for a néede And Pattents sée you alwayes haue in store A time may serue when haply you may spéede UUhich fitted not so well a yeare before And by the way this care haue euermore UUell to foresée to whom you wray your minde Least in your sutes you slender fauour finde 51 Your charge is great shift therefore for your selfe For facion sake yet flatter to their face But vse no course in prowling vp of pelfe And if mishappe doth throw one out of grace Bée readie preast to prease into his place For why your ioy comes by your neighbours thrall Then be not nyce to rise where hée doth fall 52 The souldier stoute whom fortune still doth tosse To shadowe fraude forsothe hath fynest shoe His swéetest gaynes are sawste with sower losse Yea life full oft to reach reléefe must goe Her faintes his friend there fightes his mortall foe Here bulletes towze at vnawares him méete There hawlberds hewe here bilmen doth him gréete 53 If in this dole hée chaunce to reach a rap In faith at home hée findes a could reléefe Best therefore then whilst fortune fittes for hap Hée shift for one for feare of future gréefe The souldier once is neuer tearmde a théefe How so hée wronges how so hée spoyles and spends And reason good his life oft makes amends 54 The poorer sort yet séeldome compasse thrift To helpe whose want Mast Craft doth vse this way A pettie helpe for such as loue to shift To watch and ward to filche his fellowes pray To sacke the wight that gladly would obey To spoile his friend as one hée doth not knowe If ought be said hée toke him for his foe 55

too and fro Beares witnesse of their paine Their sowre sitting in secrete nookes When others laugh their lowring lookes Declares them caught in Cupides hookes And fare as men forlorne Their often making of their mone Their solemne sitting all alone In places secrete and vnknowne Still cursing they were borne Are tokens true the Peet sayth To whome these Turtles vowe their faith If fayning we may trust Certes these torments all men gréeue And therefore sure I do beléeue Their sayings to be iust Wherfore to guerdon loyall loue My deare such fancies from you moue As Enuie late did faine For truly I protest to you The heauens shall fall ere I vntrue My loyaltie will staine And time I trust will so prouide When eluish Enuie shall her hide From bale to blisse truth shall vs hide To top of Fortunes whéele Where we to banishe fell annoy Stil liue repleate with blissefull ioy Still lauding of the blinded boy Whose force we oft did féele Till time obtaines that happy day Let no conceite your mynd affray In iudging me vntrue Which blessed houre shall hap with spéede Or else my will shall want his méede And thus swéete wench adue The infortunate louer determineth rather desperately to end his sorrowes then to proroge them with bootelesse hope THe trayterous mate by law adiudg'd to dye If feare of death should worke this foule effect In hope Saunce hap his secrete to escrye Or slaunder forge to peach the vnsuspect Proroging thus his life by dallying death Besides his gilt with shame shuld stop his breath In desperate frayes where raunsome is denyde Base were the minde in hope of grace to yeald Whose courage else might daūt his enimies pride And so by force with fame to win the field For where our wrong doth worke our ouerthrow In vaine we hope to weare away our woe And why shuld I with hope persuade my thought To bath in blisse past bondes of my desart For my base hap my loue to high is sought Whom fauour none but frownings ouerthwart Alas can reape at my swéete maistresse hands I loue she hates and thus my fortune stands With withered woe my life I weare away Where often I heare thundring in my thought Through loue of her my friendes and foes to say Upon my selfe I wilfull murther wrought Then sith my death this strange report shal shape In vaine for grace till later gaspe I gape Nay wretche diuorce delayes from wished death Cut through the thred which care cōsumes to slowe Thy mounting mind despiseth seruile breath And canst thou yeald to fortunes ouerthrowe Thy dome is death by Ladies scorne decréed Néeds most thou dye then best to dye with spéede Some friend wil write on my vntimely tumbe With faithfull zeale I so my Goddesse seru'd My life my loue my liuing all and some I reaft and left before my fancie sweru'd And when my suit her mou'd to angry moode To worke amends I sacrifisde my bloud Verses of complaint deuised for a well meaning louer to moue his maistresse to pitie NOw cease good Lady cease to weaue my further woe Where scorne hath worne my ioyes to eb let pitie force them flowe To you I sue and serue to you I waile and wéepe For you my restlesse eyes doth watch when other men do sléepe To you my sighes I send which makes my heart to bléede For you my teares like Tiber streames from dazeled eyes procéede No wealth I do enioy but that I wish you part No griefe doth gaule your daintie minde but I do ease your smart To rowle in bagges of golde in choise I would detest In faith for to inioy your loue and harbour where you rest If you I might inioy I now forworne with woe To former ioyes would be restorde in spite of him sayes noe No torment then should vexe or nippe my heauie hart All gulfes of griefe shall soone be damde which drownes my ioyes in smart Of age I should triumphe and death I would defie And fortunes force I could withstand for all her crueltie In you to saue or spill in you to make or marre In you it restes to end my woes or cause my further care Twixt life and death I stand twixt hope and déepe despaire Till louing lines for pyning woe returnes a luckie share The complaint of a gentlewoman being with child falsely forsaken WHat gulfes of griefe may well receiue The teares which I in vaine do spend What faithlesse wight durst once deceiue By falsehoode foule so firme a friend With lose who wrayes how well shée lou'de When choise for chaunge his fancie moude Though reason would I should refraine His blame my shame for to bewray Good Ladies yet my pinching paine Inioynes mée here the truth to say Whose wretched plight and pensiue state Surmounteth farre Quéene Didoes fate What meanst thou wretch from ioy exilde To yeald vnto his fained teares With carelesse vowes why wert begilde And fearelesse othes the traytor sweares Ere nuptial rites whie didst thou trust His faith and yéelde vnto his lust Thou Iason false by periurde flight Thou Theseus thefte decypherest plaine I Dido wretch thou Troyan knight Here equall griefes in breast sustaine I iustly say which wordes I rue All men be false and none be true The fruites ysprong by our desire My wealth thou waste might moue thy hart To graunt the rightes which loue require And search a salue to cure my smart But sith thy faith thou doest forgoe Come death and end my wretched woe Yet Ladies all beware by mée To rue swéete woordes of fickle trust My heaped harmes let warning bée How filed talke doth proue vniust And rule your loue by reasons lore Least future plagues you do deplore Against one which wrote a slaunderous libell in dishonour of a Ladie YHacht thou wert in enuies nest Whose murthering tongue might not suffice To woorke a Ladies great vnrest But that with penne thou didst deuise Uile vice to paint in vertues place Her spotlesse life for to disgrace Whose sacred head with wisedome fraught Is guided by Dame Pallas skill Her deintie minde Minerua taught The good to loue to leaue the ill Then may it bée shée doth deserue Report from reasons lore to swerue Noe no thou wretch and Uiper vile From natures lawe which dost rebell The world doth know thy giltie gile In dungeon darcke hence forth now dwell For all men doth thy sight repine From manly actes which doest decline The heauens do frowne with earthly foode Thy carren corpes should nourisht bée Thou onely byrde of Uipers broode And bitter braunch of rankors trée A Harpie for thy filthie factes For God and man abhorres thy actes Unséene henceforth thou caitife couche Thou murtherer vile of others fame How durst thou once presume to touche The honour due vnto her name And make report that Dian chaste Faire Venus knightes in bedde imbraste Allotting to her harmelesse tongue All rusticke speach with Stentors voice Disdayning them whom loue hath stonge For that with

hath what Nature could deuise To set a glosse vpon her gallant gifts Besides all this she hath such fortune lent As both commends and doth her selfe content In praise of my L. E. R. THe pearles of praise that decke a noble dame Excéede the price of any Iuellers showe Yea beauties gifts are but a glosse of fame In vertues soyle these precious iuels growe And that the dame whome I do here commend Hath store of both my able proofe attend A passing wit is lodged in her head The which is deckt with haires of golden hewe Her modest eyes are sild with gases lead And yet they staine bright Diamonds in viewe Her words of worth doth win her toung such praise As when she speakes the wisest silent slayes Besides her shape which sightly is in showe Her mynd is with these noble gifts possest Her bountie doth beyond her beautie goe A care she hath to ease the thrall distrest Thus is she deckt and this is she I say That weares and beares these pearles of praise away In praise of my L. Cecil of Bourlegih THe cruell warres that Nature long did moue By force to plucke good Uertue from her throne Appeasd in peace to shewe the fruits of loue Of precious mould kynde faults to worke anon And hauing shapt this séemely dame of clay For Uertues helpe she sent her straight away When Uertue viewd dame Natures worthy skill With great delight she kist this Ladies face And then to shewe that Nature wisht her will She posted to her treasure house of grace Her golden shewes where she good Ladie spoyles To decke this dame thus was she both their toyles And with these gifts into the world she came Whereas she doth in worthy credite rest Yea sure her life so beautifieth her name As Enuie graunts who sildome sayes the best Her wit her wéedes her words her workes and all So modest are as slaunder yealdes her thrall In praise of Maistresse M.H. now Bridges BEautie with brags of late wild vertue yeald her thrall But soone the Gods to stay their strife a parlement did call And fame with thundring tromp was wild their subiects ●i●e By credite of their thrals to shew who was of gretest might Beautie against this day her prowdest shewes prepard And sure a troupe of gallant gyrles her séemely selfe did gard Their spangels wrought a gase eche dame in feathers slauntes Their straung attyres their cuts cost foreshewd their scorneful vaūts They looked all askaunce when beautie claymde her right That loe the Gods amased were to see so proude a sight Anon good Uertue comes with traine of bashfull Dames Whose modest lookes wrought more regard then Beauties blasing flames A silence now was made that they their sutes might moue Both Ladies sue for souereigne rule and thus their titles proue Proude Beautie vaunts on powre poore Uertue on desart And by your leaue for all her bragges the worst had Beauties part Her showes were blemisht much with surfling and such like Which knowne beautie through feare of foyle into a mase did strike Who gasing rounde about faire Brydges did espie Whose séemely feature forme and shape did much delight her eye And scorning other proofe she Bridges calld in place Who to sett foorth her sightly selfe apeard with vashfull grace Quoth Beautie see my ●oyle you Gods nowe iudge aright Halfe part with you quoth Uertue streight my gifts adorne this wight For bountie guides her thought which beautie farre excells And pittie rules her noble heart where pride in Beautie dwells To loue and Lawlesse lust where beauties lures doe traine She winns a calme yet friēndship firme with showe of chaste disdaine A meane contents her minde where Beautie is extreame What botes thée then good beautie thus to striue against the streame Shée onely shall suffice if thereto thou agrée To showe and proue by dome of Ioue the best of thée or mée I will quoth Beautie stand to that that Ioue awards Ioue waying wel their worthie worke thus beth their toile rewards Hée ruled Uertue should be alwayes best in name Yet Beautie during Bridges-like should sway in equal fame Loe thus betwéene these Dames the bloudie frayes did seace But Bridges bore the praise away for making of this peace The praise of mistresse A. C. IF Troyians stoute that fought in Hellens ▪ band Small wayd their liues their Lady to preserue What doubt what death what hell should mée withstand To worke C. will the captaine that I serus Who doth in déede as farre fayre Hellen passe As good doth bad or gold the corsest brasse For first shée hath in feauture forme and face What Hellen had or beautie could deuise And therewithall she hath so chast a grace To hold them backe with fancies fonde that frie● That loe they choose to pine in secrete paine Before their sutes should moue her to disdaine She showes them grace that sorrowes their amis Beyonde desert her bountie doth reward Her modest minde by vertue guided is Her sober lookes doth worke a rare regard Although in court her roume is hie shée knowes Yet likes shée not to féede on curious showes A care shée hath which showes a louing wife To loue and like but what contents her fere With these good giftes commended is her life Such one is Q. whom I haue praised here Euen shée is shée denie it who that dare That doth both kinds and vertues iewels ware In praise of mistresse A. H. VAine is the vaunt that runnes beyonde desert Small is the praise that proofe will not commend Shame is their fall that mounteth fames by arte Truth is the gard that writers doth defend And Trueth I haue my naked Uerse to clothe But skill I want this pear●lesse péece to praise In fairenes who doth passe the Dame in troth Whose beautie wrought the Troyans bloudye frai●s Withal to showe what nature did pretend In framing her an endlesse fame to finde She wrought such meanes as vertue doth commend Her gallant shape with worthy giftes of minde What would you more then faire and vertuous both That both she is but search where shée doth liue Beyonde my reach report their telling troth This modest mayde a matchlesse praise doth giue Loe this is al though further would my will I write of her for want of able skill The saucie pesaunts present vnto his souereigne mistresse LAdy receiue thy pesaunts gift in grée Whose will is much although his worth be small A gift it is that best beséemeth thée Whose vertues hould thy beauties rare in thrall So that sith that your liue without a match Garde you your fame with this well meaning watch Thinke that you liue in gase of enuies eyes Whose sight ●oth search in secre●st thought of minde Thinke false suspect about you still hath spies Will forge offence where they no fault can finde Thinke déepe disdaine would blot your life with blame For that alone you weare the pearlesse of fame And yet fayre dame incountring all their

might These following rules if you imprint in minde Your enuious foes shall pine away with spite First choose a friend whose wordes in workes you finde With courtesie a straunger intertaine But louing sutes cutt off with chaste disdaine Thinke s●gred wordes as Syrens songes do wound All is not gold in sight that sémeth gay In carelesse trust is euer treason sound Then shunne the baites that philed tongues do lay With proude reuenge racke not your yéelding foe Lest nettels doe amonge swéete flowers groe Mount with your minde by Uertue to the skies Uaile yet your eares the mysers mone to heare From all extreames in spite of enuies spies In calme delight your dayes so shal you weare Thus souereigne ends your sausie pesaunts songe Accept it well or else you do him wronge Epilogus LOe Ladies heare if you can vse it well An Arbour fenst from burning fire and frost A place it is where pride shall neuer dwell Nor fortune worke a mase doe shée her worst A place wherein the worthie dame should liue Whom no extreame may change from vertuous thought Euen such a place my Muse faire dames doth giue To you the which with double toile is wrought Here may you sée by lampes of others liues A president to liue in worthie name Here may you sée when death your dayes depriues In spight of death remembraunce of your fame Virescit vulnere virtus The Ortchard of repentance Wherein is reported the miseries of dice the mischiefes of quarelling and the fall of prodigalitie Wherein is discouered the deceits of all sortes of people Wherein is reported the souden endes of foure notable Cousiners With diuers other discourses necessarie for all sortes of men The whole worke the inuention and collection of George Whetstons Gent. Formae nulla fides am nothing dismayde with such nyce findfaultes misliking Suffiseth me if the learned and wel disposed take my paines in worth among the which I chiefly seeke to please your worship the authoritie of whose patronage will both defende and commend my trauell desiring you to take it as a testimonie of the faithfull zeale I beare towardes you and being incouraged with your fauourable acceptancu I will not faile God willing to enterprise some worke that shall better deserue your countenance content the reader and commend my paines From my longing in Holborne where I dayly pray for the prosperous health and hap both of you and your good Lady The 15. of October 1576. Your worships most bounden G. Whetstons The honest minded mans aduentures his largesse and his farewell to the world A worke discouering the subtilties of all sortes of men REpyne not friends to view the forme of scorne Skew not to sée a figure fresh of ruth A crooked péece with withered age for worne In drouping dayes whome begg●ri● pursuth A sorrie crop for séede of all his youth Who moylde who toyld who gaped after gaine When losse ensude a poore reward for paine 2 Though straunge at first my tale may séeme in sight Yet wisely wayde the cause appeareth playne Why backward hap my foreward hope did quite Why losse I found where I did looke for gayne Why pouertie I reapt in lue of paine For trye who list and he by proofe shall sée With honest myndes the world will hardly grée 3 Which of it selfe a kingdome is of sinne The deuill is prince whose pomp doth neuer fade Deceite and Craft his chiefest counsellers bin Extortion foule his treasurer is made Couetousnesse is merchant of his trade Uile Usurie his racking rents doth rake As auditour account doth Briberie take 4 Within his court these vipers beareth sway First false suspect high chamberlain they call Who raps thē down which mount by honest way Disdaine controuls the wightes which be in thral Then grudge the garde doth place them in the hal Mistrust and spight doth dayly watch and ward And malice is the captaine of the garde 5 Enuie and Hate the presence doore doth kéepe Which eluish elfes dame Uertue still deryde Or if she knocke the sottes will be a sléepe Next to the diuel the court doth Lecherie guyde On whom attends dame Pleasure Lust Pryde What office beares the Glutton with the rest Or drunken sot to shewe it were a iest 6 Debate and strife the coastes doth dayly scowre Well meaning mynds to sée they do repyne Though Fortune laugh the world on thē doth lowre Her subiects sléepe and snore like fatted swyne When hunger sterude with want the vertuous pyne No wonder though they leade this lothsome life For worldly rule with vertue is at strife 7 But I too long do tyre you with this tale To wray the rule the worldly wretches haue Who bath in blisse when others boyle in bale Who do commaund when others gladly craue Yet shame and all they leaue to fill their graue I ment and meane to shewe his ouerthrowe Whose honest mynd became his chiefest foe 8 I first by cost did séeke in court to mount A néedefull helpe in court to purchase grace But fowly short I fell vpon account I quite forgot to flatter and to face The thrall to scorne the best for to imbrace I su'● I seru'd I did attendance daunce And still I thought desart would me aduaunce 9 I lookt aloft and brau'd it with the best The charge mine owne no countnance did I lacke Whilest pence were ryfe I was a welcome guest I ayded those whom spitefull scorne did sacke Which one aduaunst were first that threwe me backe With conges kynde the gallants would me gréefe With cap and knée the meaner did me méete 10 The sneaking curres by bryberie layd a traine A myle to catch before they fell the crumbes I thought desart perforce would fasten gaine On me which gape but gained nought but plumbes For former graunts still nickt me oore the thumbes The drawlatch thriu'd my selfe who helpt to grace As well as he which bare the proudest face 11 Ne enuide I of either part the thrift Since Fortune smylde vpon the silly sot I thought aloft no doubt she would me lift So spent in hope for feare I spared not By cost I sayd that worship still was got But I so long did spende vpon the store That all was gone then could I spend no more 12 Then countnance straight with sower face did frowne And credite next began to slip aside Disdaine and spight with spéede then threwe me downe In this distresse whom earst I helpt I tryde Who gaue good words but no reliefe applyde Thus quight forsooke I in the briers stucke And cryde perforce a vengance of yll lucke 13 I thought mishap my fortune did withstand And méere good hap to others gaine assignde I little thought that Item in the hand Remembrance was a friend in court to finde Or some for some could leade a stately mynde Ne flatterie I did feare should be prefarde Ere seruice true had reapt his full rewarde 14 I could not thinke the

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