Machiuells dogge

MACHIVELS DOGGE.

MY d••gged Muse where hast thou dwelt so long, Or hid thy selfe from this sad heart of mine? That longs to heare ther sing that deadly song. That Sorrow set vnto that soule of thine? Where tyred spirits, that in torments dwell, Finde how the Deuill turnes the world to hell.

Doest thou not see, except thou wilt be blinde, How life hath lost the notes of natures loue: And wisdomes wordes are helde but as a wind, Where Machauilians ma••chlesse villaines proue, And Tigres, Foxes, wolues and Owles, and Apes, Beganne the world in shewes of humane shapes.

Say truth good dogge, and doe not spare to barke, But snarle and snappe at euery snea••ing thiefe. Let not a Curre goe lee••ing 〈◊〉〈◊〉 the darke, But shew thy kind, bough 〈◊〉〈◊〉 a dogge be briefe; Lie at the doore, giue wa••ning to th•• house, Scratch out a flea and 〈…〉〈…〉 for a ••ow••••

••tudy no termes of stayned Eloquence, But speake as plainely, as a paued floore: Giue pride the height of sinnes preheminence: And bid the Pander keepe the Lechers doore: And let the flatterer bee the Slingthrifts guest, And locke the Misers heart vp in his chest.

Brissell thy selfe vp at a beastly slaue, That cares for nothing, but to feede on fat: And cast a leere at such a lurking knaue, As pries about thee like a prowling Cat: And if the Foxe come neere thy Chickens penne, Runne at the Roague, and course him to his denne.

But if thou chance to 〈◊〉〈◊〉 the Lyon roare, Lie downe and cowch, there is no looking out: But if thou meetst a Bull or a wilde Bore, Beware the horne, and come not neere the snowte: For other Cattell, horse, or Mare, or Asse, Come not too neere their heeles, and let them passe.

Be plaine and honest, doe not sweare and lie, Nor complement with cappe, and crouch and knee, Nor like a Baby runne away and crie, For feare to looke vpon a Humble Bee: Loue no extremes in neyther heate nor colde, And make no treasure of ill gotten golde.

Doe not perswade a foule ill fauourd slut: Shee is as fayre as Venus forehead cloth: Nor stand to teach a Sparrow to keepe Cut: Nor dwell all day vpon a dish of broth: But doe thy businesse that thou art about, And when tis midnight put the candle out.

Stand, strut and stout, and doe not wagge the tayle At euery fillip of a fidling friend, Barke at a Cowe that kicketh downe her paile, And make no banquet of a puddings end: Call not a knaue a knight, nor clowne a king, In rules of reason, tis a rascall thing.

For birdes, let not the Crane picke out thine eyes, Nor let the Parat teach thee how to prate: Nor fill thy paunch too full of Woodcockes pies, Nor let Madge Howlat make thee watch too late: Nor let the Cuckoe teach thee how to sing, Nor with the Buzard, make too low a wing,

For Fishes doe not swallow like the Whale; Nor like a Cre••fish creepe into a hole: Learne of the Dolphin how to keepe his scale, But doe not swim among the Herrings shole: L••••••ie of the Fl••oke to sto••t, but with the floud, 〈1 line〉〈1 line〉

But whether runnest thou Counter with thy sent, Backe take the wind, and beat it out againe: The Hare is gone, thou knowest not where shee went, List, how the hounds doe plie it on the plaine, Well fare the kennell makes the merry eye, Hah, good olde Tibbe, tis pitty thou shouldst die.

But leaue this hunting, let vs fall to play At Cardes or Dice, or some such prety sport. With merrcy trickes to passe the time away. While idle spirits doe but long and short, But so, that in the end we may finde out, How Gamsters bring their golden world about.

Take vp the Cardes, and giue the Coates their places, Honour the Kings, bee subiect to their swordes, Bow to the Queenes, doe reuerence to their Graces, But vse the Knaues, but as the time affoordes: Where, rhough the knaue of Clubs be calde the chiefe, An other knaue may be as close a thiefe.

Sort out the suites, together lay the Trickes, Note a Bumcarde, and how to stoppe at neede, The Harts are spotted, Diamonds are but prickes, His time ill spent, that happens best to speed. The Spades are broken, and the C•••• 〈◊〉〈◊〉 rotten, ••nd by the small Cardes ••••thin••••

But what shall bee our game? Primero? Gleeke? Or one and thirty, Bone ace, or new Cut, Or Mawe, or Ruffe, or Trumpe, what doe you leeke? Or Post and Paire, or put and vnder put: All one to me, no Carde can come acrosse: Who hath no money, hath no feare of losse.

But let vs thinke vpon a gallant game, Primero? yea, there let vs set our rest: Prime in his nature hath a Princely name: And Hero beares his honour with the best, Oh royall grounds that such a game begunne, Blest be the Fathers christendo such a sonne.

But it is costly to apply this play? A good aduenture shewes no idle vaine: For when the stake is at the lowest stay, A happie Prime will make all whole againe, Then deale the Cardes, and happy be his time, That sets his fortune on so fayre a Prime.

Enough of this, now let vs goe to Gleeke: Fayre play, and square, l••t••'•• haue no falling out. Looke to your hand, and haue no braines to seeke: For dotage often comes home with a flo•••• And 〈…〉〈…〉 this ••b••••••••ion make, 〈1 line〉〈1 line〉

But let mee see, who speakes vnto the Ruffe? Who vies it? he that hath the happiest suit: But packe no Cardes, for that deserues the cuffe, And euer let the standers by bee mute: For many a time, a blinde and simple eye, May loose much money by the standers by.

But deale the cardes, a mournivall of Aces, Welcome poore spots that makes the Players rich, And better welcome then those painted faces, That lay a Lordship in a durty ditch: But what? are all the stakes vp? then away, And let vs fall vpon some other play.

Giue ouer Gleeke, a set or two at Maw: The Knaue fiue fingers, and the Ace of Harts: It was a Clowne that first deui'sd the law, That Pesants so should come to play their parts, And basenesse so about the Game should bring, A knaue should take the stake vp from the king.

And truth to tell, I cannot well disgest, These heaues and helpes, and liuings after losse, For when the game sometimes is at the best, A baggage carde may hap to come a crosse, ••nd make the Gamster fret, and sweare and curse, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 leaue him neuer a penny i•• his ••urse.

Then let vs leaue this Mawe, and goe to R••ffe, Honour the King, the Queene, and the Knaue too: But yet mee seemes it smelles of Countrey stuffe, A Knight, vnto a Knaue should honour doe, Yet, if the Cardes such fortune him allot, If that it be his due, denie him not.

But, for I see, some hidden note doth rest, Of base Ambition in a Peasants pride: To giue a Knaue such honour though in iest, I meane at Cardes, when Trompe is on his side, Cast vp the Cardes, the Trickes together put: And leauing Ruffe, lets fall vpon New Cut.

New Cut, indeede, lets see no iugling Cut, But he that hits the game vpon the head, May in his bagge the money closely put, While other Gamsters may goe bare to bed: But, whatsoeuer Carde you play vpon, Take heede of going out, for then all's gone.

So farewell New Cut, and to bee you pleasde, A prety game to get into the hole: Loose a good Carde, and by an Ace bee easde, A lingring sport, the last man winnes the gole: A prety note, for many an eye to make, Wh•• holdes out ••o•• 〈…〉〈…〉

But leauing Cardes, lett's goe to dice awhile, To Passage, Treitrippe, Hazarde or Mumchaunce: But subtill Mates vvill simple mindes beguile: And blinde their eyes with many a blincking glaunce: Oh, cogges and stoppes, and such like diuelish trickes, Full many a purse of golde and siluer pickes.

And therefore first, for hazard, hee that list, And passeth not, puts many to a blancke: And trippe without a Treye makes had I wist To sitte and mourne among the sleepers ranke. And for Mum-chance, how ere the chance doe fall, You must be mum for feare of marring all.

But since I see that both at Cardes and Dice, There is such cogging, stopping, cutting, striking, Where poore Repentance payes so deare a prize, For want of wit, in idle wantons liking: I care not, if I quite giue ouer play: And ••et my wits to worke some other way.

Then let vs goe to gardning, planting sowing, And turning vp of pasture grounds for graine: But in sowle weather hearbes may haue ill growing, And in fat groundes, ill weedes grow vp amaine, ••nd many a time doth many a poore man furde ••••eld of corne all blasted with a ••in••••

Then leaue the Plough, and take the Merchants trade, And set our fortunes vpon ebbes and floods; Alas, a poore colde reckening will bee made, When Seas or Pirats swallow vp the goods, And hee that sets his state vpon a winde, May looke before, and see his haps behind.

What? shall we then be Lawyers? out alas, It is a fearefull clogge of conscience, To see a poore man from his right to passe, When in the proofe of truthes experience, A quitidy, a quirke, a word, a point, May put a long ioyed title out of ioynt.

Shall wee be Souldiers then? but, to what end? Vnchristian comfort is the fruit of blood: Better keepe inward with a faithfull friend, Then purchase foes for any priuate good: And better pray that quarrels all may cease, And say, God saue the holders vp of peace.

What? shall wee then be Gallants? and go gaye? L••ue easily, feede, and sit, and sleepe or talke, Or study, how to throw our wealth away? Or with a wanton make an idle walke? No, thinke vpon the Prouerbe often tolde, A carelesse 〈…〉〈…〉

What? shall wee then be Scholars? plie our bookes? Alas, poore learning hath but little Grace: And, wee that want the golde and siluer hookes, Shall hardly hit vpon a happy place, Yet let vs loue all holy heauenly lines, And wish them honour that are true Diuines.

What? shall wee then be men of Art and Skill, And by our Phisicke to preferments clime? No, a mistaken or distempered pill, May bring a man to death before his time, Yet, let vs loue all Noble Studients That cure, but doe not kill their Patients.

What? shall wee then goe learne to play and sing, And study Musicke in a merty Note? No, heauy straines doe come from that hearts string, That makes a liuing of a Liuery coat: Yet, let vs loue those Angelike sweet voyces, Whose siluer soundes, the sorry heart reioyces.

What? shall wee then become close Alkemists, And study the Philosophers faire stone? Oh no, I see a sight of had I wists, Doe weepe for siluer when their gold is gone: ••••ope Noddy, neuer was there such an other, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 make a Cosen of a simple brother.

What shall we then doe? somewhat must bee done, Of Idlenesse comes nought but Ignorance: The Ditchers daughters and the Hedgers sonne, Must make no marriage at a Morris daunce: But if that shee can sowe, and he can reape, The Ric may hap to make a prety heape.

But to the purpose: What shall we goe doe? Make loue, and learne to tell a lye by Art: Oh no, it is an idle thing to wooe, And, on an eye to throw away a hart: It shewes, the braine lyes ill within the head, That workes all day to bring a foole to bed.

Yet, let vs thinke on something for our good, The world protesteth against Idlenesse: The Cuckowe findes a meanes to hatch her broode, Although shee cheate the Sparrowes simplenesse. But, since that Nature so her course hath runne, It is no matter, it must needes be done.

By laughing, now there is but little got: Iesters and Iuglers may goe walke the Fayre: Beggers are lookt at, as men knew them not, The yonger brother seldome prooues the heyre, And yet sometimes it doth vnhapply hit: The heyre a foole, the yonger hath the wit,

What shall wee then? turne fooles when all is done; Laugh, weare long coates, and sing, and eate far meate: Follow my Master, dandle his young sonne, And tell my Mistresse, who the foole did beate, That shee may chide her wenches euery one, For medling with her foole, when shee was gone.

Or, shall we turne braue Pirats? scoure the Seas, And robbe, and kill, and drowne, or hang at last: Oh no, that course doth not mine humour please, Of all conceites, I like no halter cast: For in the end, this fortune followes them, The Sea, the Gallowes, or hell swallowes them.

What shall wee then doe? speake once like a Dogge, Shall wee turne Poets? proue Satiricall? And call an Asse, an Asse, a Hogge, a Hogge? Say holla, horse, and to a Iade, ho Ball: Be libell knaues, and fooles vnto their faces. Oh no, I loue no pleading in such cases.

What? shall we then turne Brokers, Vsurers? And strippe the needy to their naked skinnes, Or secret B••ibers, or Extortioners? Oh no, God blesse vs from such diuelish sinnes. What? shall wee then bee Colliers? digge for Coles? Oh no, great dangers are in durty holes.

What shall wee then doe? vve must not bee idle; Goe teach a Spaniell, how to fetch a Ducke: Or how to ride a Colte without a bridle, Or a young Nurse, to giue a Baby sucke? Oh no, these are but idle toyes and trifles, And there is nothing to be got with Nifles.

Write Epitaphes vpon the death of dogges? And say, here lyes a good olde sucking Curre; Cut rusty faces out of rotten logges: And of an Owles skinne, make an Ape a furre? Or teach a Birde to whistle in a Cage. Or beare a Bride Cuppe at a marriage?

Or sing new Ballads? or make country games; Or set vp sights were neuer seene before? Make Epigrams or Anagrams of names; Or learne the healing of a festred sore? Learne any practise that may gather pelfe: But if thou loue me, doe not hang thy selfe.

Bring vp a Cat to hunt a Mouse drie foote, Or teach a Squirrell how to clime a reede, A Skarre crow in a garden how to shoote, Or a blinde Harper; how a song to reade: Or how a flea may scape the fingers ends, Or how a lowse may l•••••• among his friends.

But, canst thou do no good with cats and dogs? Turne Ratcatcher, and lay for rats and mice: For, tis but idle to goe fish for frogs, And beggars get but little by their lice: And Pandarisme is so poore a trade, That none but beggers bargaine for a Iade.

But, doe not bite so softly, make them smart, Tell Iohn a Noddes he is no Gentleman: And giue the Rogue the whippe, the Whore the cart, And turne the foole to his Maide Marian: And tell the Hobby horse he is an Asse, And old Tom Piper but an Owliglasse.

And tell the Wittoll, that doth weare the horne, Hee is a Rascall, bee he neere so rich. And Iilian Iustice in her proudest scorne, Iane Shore her sister, dyed but in a ditch: And Iacke a Lent that lookes aboue the Moone, His breakefast hath beene brought him after noone.

Tell Tom a Lin, that holdes the world with tales, A Iester, and a Iacke, are cosen Iarmines: And he that trades for nuts, must take the shales: And Coney-keepers must lay trappes for vermines: And hee that goes a fishing for a Flooke, 〈…〉〈…〉 bee doe not loose his hooke.

And when the painted Image of ill thought, Shall see how Age shall shriuell vp her skinne, And shee shall see her cunning come to nought: When nature was but nourisht vp with sinne: Oh, in what fright will her poore spirit dwell, When shee shall serue for Kitchin stuffe in hell.

And when the Bawde that fils the golden bagges, But with the fruit of Natures excrements, Shall at her death behold those rotten ragges, That shall become her richest ornaments, How will her spirits fret, and ban and curse, When shee shall serue to be the Diuels nurse.

And so good Dogge, lie downe and take thy rest, The beggers all are going home to bed: Each little birde is nuzling in her nest: And euery horn'd beast ginnes to cast the head, And euery Mowse into her hose is gone, And thou hast little left to thinke vpon.

For if it bee, as I doe hope it is, The world is come vnto a happy passe: Kindnesse lets no man know what thing is his: The Horse is growne so inward with the Asse, And loue is growne so g•••••••• 〈◊〉〈◊〉 friend 〈…〉〈…〉. 〈1 line〉〈1 line〉

The coast is cleare, there are no knaues abroad, The Cuckowe husht, and cannot sing a note: The Owle is hid within the Iuy todde, And Iacke a Lent hath cast his liuely cote, The Miller gone to the Market with his Mare, And cleanely wenches quickly sell their hayre.

There is no swearing now, but yea and nay, And Conscience now determines euery case: And charity is so in euery way, That euery Begger dare to shew his face: And beauty is so courteous, and so kinde: That euery man for money knowes her mind.

And honesty is wondrously beloued; And simple Truth is helde a blessed soule, And patience almost euery where approued. And vertue writ vp in ••he ••nly rowle, And Time so well imployde to profites vse, That where no fault is; there needes no excuse.

The rich men loue to heare the poore mens prayers, And poore men loue to take the ric••••ens p••••ce: The wise and learned sit in iudgements chaires And thiefes and murtherers hangs for their offence, And men and vvomen do•• 〈…〉〈…〉 〈1 line〉〈1 line〉

Tell William VVoodcocke with his winking eyes, Hee is a foole for all his shew of wit: And Lawrence Lobcocke, that he prates and lies Of his pied Beagle, and his Sorell Titte: And Dauid Dogbolt, with his boasting brags, The Hangman is his Tayler for his Ragges.

Tell Peter Pudding; with his paltry stuffe, His wealth is all but in a Pedlers packe: And Saunder Huffe cappe, with his Ruffe and Snuffe, The Tinkers boy is but a bragging Iacke, And Sinior Spruse that smoothes it like a Bride, He makes himselfe the laughing stocke of pride.

Tell Captaine To spot with his Tarletons cut, His swaggering will not get him sixeteene pence: And Susan Slapsauce shee is but a slut: For all her powder of experience, And Stabbing Stinckard with his minsing mouse, The Hangman meetes him at the Sessions house.

Tell Slouenista that doth lie and sleepe. Hee breedes but filthy blood to fatten fleas: And drunken Dicke that layes his braines in steepe, The dropsie is a horrible disease, And Barnaby that goo•• 〈◊〉〈◊〉 ••awdy Squire, A cuppe of sacke, 〈…〉〈…〉 Nose on fire.

Tell Ragge a Muffin that doth rap out oathes, The Cutpurse sweares to keepe him company: When Tiburne shall vncase them of their clothes, And make an end of all their villany, While olde Madge Howlat, and yong Mawkin Spooner Will weepe for sorrow, they were hangde no sooner.

And tell olde Gregory with his grumbling chappes, Hee shall not beare a penny to his graue: And if hee doe not, looke to after claps: Hee may happe know, what tis to be a knaue: When hee shall lie in deadly gripes and grones, To see the diuell come to gnavv his bones.

And tell fine princking Parnell of Pickt hatch, The Surgeon sayes, that she is past all cure: And though shee cousned a poore silly patch, To bring a buzard to a baudy lure: Yet now, both towne and country knowes her trickes, Shee may goe seeke the hedge for rotten stickes,

And tell olde Tibbe, that dwells in Turnhole street, Her name hath beene in Bridewell long agoe; And for her breath it is so pockie sweet, That all her teeth are rotten on a roe: And for her tongue the Clarke of Cl••••ken well, ••••••e shall bee sent for, for chiefe scol•• in hell.

And tell that ilfac't whore of Islington, Shee poysons all that come but neere her breath, And brings a world vnto confusion: For, who comes neere her, comes vpon his death, And if he scape the plague the poxe will haue him, And if the diuell take him who shall saue him.

Tell shame fac't sheepes head with his rubies blush, He cannot make a curtsie handsomely: And, all his Rethoricke is not worth a Rush, Because he tels his tale ill-fauouredly: And, for his mistresse, she can not abide him, Because she sees the foole so often ride him.

And, tell the Pander that doth purchase lands, Out of the lust of filthy lechery; When, he shall fall into the Deuils hands: To feele the venome of loues trecherie: Besmearde all with the excrements of nature: Hee shall in hell, be the most horride creature.

And tell the Lecher that doth take delight, To ferret all day at a Coneyhole: And makes the night his day, the day his night, When lacke of warmth shall make him blow the cole, After the poxe hath heere confounde his bones: His soule shall ••••ue in ••••••ing ••ones.

Tell Clownifista with his clowted shoes, His cobling craft will proue him but a knaue, VVhen that his nose is in the Deuils noose, His soule in hell shall serue but for a slaue, Within the sincke of all the filth of sinne, To dig vp holes to throw the damned in.

And tell the ouerglutted Epicure, Whose ease delighteth but in fat and froth, When he in hell shall hourely toyle endure, And haue his wages in vnwholesome broth. When boyling leade shall doe his guts no good, When hee shall starue or gnawe his flesh for food.

Be sullen, loure, and skowle at knaues, and fooles, That walking come by thee like men of worth: And send the scoldes vnto the cucking stooles: And bring the beggers with their wallets foorth: And sweepe the streetes from all the cheating mates, And take heed of the horne beasts in the gates.

Runne all about among the rascall people, And beat the beggers from the rich mens doores, And goe from Charing Crosse vnto Paules steeple, And clense the streetes of all the knaues and whores, Kill all the dogges for feare of their faction, And send the idle roagues vnto ••••rection.

Scoure all the coasts, Kent street and Clarken well, Wapping, East Smithfield, Chick lane & Turnhole street Pickthatche, the Spittle, Shorditch, and Halliwell; And all the by-lanes where the Baudes doe meet: And Tuttill street, S. Giles and Islington: And make a steppe ouer to Newington,

All scolding Allies, and such scuruey places; And take them as thou find'st them euery where: Bring out the Punkes with all their pockie faces, The purple, tawnie, round and russer haire, Set vp a stake, and bring rhe Refuse thether, And make a Bonefire of them all together.

Make much of none, but true kind hearted wenches, That would be honest, if they could tell how, But meddle with no great ones on their benches, For feare of worse hurt then a broken brow: Yet if thou see'st a knacke of knauery goe Thinke what thou list, although thou say not so.

Barke at a Traytor, sawne not on a theefe, Tell them the halter hangs right in their way: And tell rhe Butcher when hee buyes his beefe, The hornes may helpe to make the hide away, And watch the least good fortune may befall, For greedy hounds will haue the deuill and all.

Or, with Diogenes, goe seeke and see, If by a Lanthorne, and a Candle light: Thou canst finde out where there may hidden be: One honest man from wicked wordlings sight: Or make a Suruey of old Timons trees: Whether the pockie vvhores haue payde their fees.

Rayle at the world, and hate it to the death, And s••y it is but patience Purgatory: A c••••••red mouth that giues a cursed breath: That sounds but sorrow, death, and misery: Where he that can in his best sence conceiue it: Thinkes himselfe neuer happy, till hee leaue it.

But for the vertuous, eyther high or low: Honour and loue them, though thou dost not know thē: But for the vitious, let the villaines goe: Downe to the hell, a blast of whirlewinde blow them: Yet vvish them not to hell, but somewhat better: Although thou knowest they be the Hangmans debter.

Fret till the flesh bee bare vnto the bones, To see thy spirit so thy body spend: Sigh, sob, and swell, with such deepe inward grones, As heart would burst, to see thou canst not mend: Not mend a slender hurt, nor little paine: But heart all broke, that cannot heale againe,

Bite hard thy lippes, and shake thy troubled head, And grate thy teeth vntill thy gummes doe bleede: And looke as lumpish as a peece of lead, And speake to no man, but to serue thy neede, Walke by thy selfe, and seeke no company, And hate the thought of hellish villanie.

For, let rich Midas bee a golden asse, And like a toade, a dogged tyrant swell: And Iudas with his poysoned spirit passe, With all the cursed damned crue to hell: Loue thou thy God, and for the godly pray: And so, with all the world make holy day.

If that thou see a Begger grow to wealth, Marke how he gets it, and so giue him grace: If honestly, regarde him, if by stealth Of villany, wish him a viler place, And yet alas, in charitie pray for him: Hell may not haue him, though the heauens abhor hin.

And put on patience, for it is but vaine To fret and fume, and chafe, and play the foole: Let vs goe fall vpon some finer straine, And bring our wits vnto some better schoole: Entreat a little, it may breed•• good blood, See if fayre words will I 〈◊〉〈◊〉 the world to good.

Entreat all knaues to turne, all honest men, And honest men they will be honest still: Entreat no Cocke to treade his neighbours henne: But let the Turtles kindly sit and bill: Entreat the Tinker, better stop his holes, And Grim the Colier giue vs better coles,

Entreat the shepheard that doth sheare his sheepe, Hee will not clip too low, to cut the skinne: And bid his woman that shee doe not weepe, Because the mouse hath beene within her Binne: Her husband will not feele it in his purse, And sift the meale, the bread is neere the worse.

Entreat the Geese and Ganders hold their peace, There is not one wise word among them all: And all the alley scoldes, their brawling cease, For tis a filthy thing to scolde and brawle: And all fayre wenches that are beauties flowrse, They will not be the Deuils Paramours.

Intreat the Asses for to leaue their braying, The Peacocke that he will not stoupe his tayle: And mad young wenches for to leaue their maying: The milke mayde that shee looke vnto her payle: The Stallion horse, hee doe not beat the mare, And greedy houndes they doe not kill the hare.

Now fie on fooles cap, heere's a dish of drinke, To choke a dogge, let all these toyes alone: Let vs our selues of somewhat else bethinke, That yet may doe some good when all is gone: That though our bodies our of frame are growne, Our spirits yet may not be ouerthrowne.

Then let vs leaue the world and go to Church, And turne all Preachers true and holy men? And while the Knaue doth giue the foole the lurch. And plotters write, with an vngodly penne: Let vs deliuer by the word of truth, The way to heauen, both vnto age and youth.

Yea, let vs reade the rules of sacred life, Perswade the troubled soule to patience: The husbands care, and comfort to the wife: The childe and seruant, due obedience, Faith to the friend, and to the neighbour peace, That loue may liue, and suites at law may cease.

Pray for the health of all that are diseased, Confession vnto all that are conuicted: And patience vnto all that are displeased, And comfort vnto all that are afflicted, And mercy vnto all that haue offended, And Grace to all, that all may be amended,

Pray for the King, the Queene, and Countries health, Their royall Issue, and their Peeres of State: The Councell, Clergy, and the common wealth, That no misfortune may their blisse abate. But that th'almighty so his Church will cherish, That not a member of his loue may perish.

To King and Queene giue Rights of Royalty, And for their vertues giue them worthy prayse: Grace to the Prince, the Subiect loyalty, That all together may haue happy dayes, The Councell wisdome, and the Commons wealth, The vertuous honour, and the gracious health.

Inuay against all vile iniquity, But chide the sinner with no bitter checke: But so perswade him with such piety, That on the blocke hee may lay downe his necke, And at the stroke of death such comfort finde, As mercy giues to a repentant mind.

Come by the proude with, Lucifers great fall, And lay downe Dinah at the vnchast dore, The irreligious with the life of Paul, Who once conuerted, neuer fell no more, The painted face with wicked Iezabel, And the rich Churle with Diues deepe in hell.

Come by the fine, but fond conceited wit, With Herods and in all his Eloquence: And tell the franticke in a furious fit, Of cursed Saul, in his impatience, With Ananiah, touch ill conscience, And bribing hands with 〈◊〉〈◊〉 thirty pence.

Come by the Iudge that giues Iniustice doome, With Pilats feare of Cesar, more then God: And bid the Tyrant looke on Neroes toombe, Whose flesh an earth with wormes doth make abode: While deepe in hell, his soule doth feele the smart Of a proud Tirants bloody wicked hart.

Tell them that murmure at heauens Maiesty, Of Corah, Dathan, and Abirams death: And finely touch the tongue of blasphemie, With huge Goliah in his hellish breath: And bid the murtherer looke on Abels blood, When teares nor prayers, Caine did any good.

And tell the powerfull in their highest places, That mercy is the grace of maiesty: And from the poore the proud that turne their faces, Shall finde the fruits of their Impiety. When deafened hellish eares, and blinded eyes, Will see no teares, nor heare the damned cries

Allure the world to charitable loue, And shew the comfort of a christian peace: And seeke the sweetnesse in the soule to proue: How patience, vertue makes all passions cease, In humble, faithfull, carefull, constant, kinde, Set downe the notes of a true noble mind.

Bid virgins follow all the Virgin Mary: And men their Master Christ in all his merits: And men and women all their selues so carry, That they may shew true hearts and christian spirits, In mildenesse, meekenesse, and loues lowlinesse, Set dovvne the notes of natures happinesse.

Giue beauty warning of a wanton eye, And riches warning of a wretched mind: And Honour warning of Indignity, And aged eyes from being Cupid blinde: And power a warning of the fall of pride. And pray, the gracious may in grace abide.

And shew the curses threatned vpon sinne, The blessings on obedience vnto grace: And how the cursed here their hell beginne, Whose teares nor prayers in mercy haue no place: And how the blessed heere beginne to tast The ioyes of heauen that shall for euer last.

Wish euery King to haue King Dauids heart, And euery Queene, the Queen of Sheb••s wit: And euery Councell, Salomons best part Of vnderstanding, for a kingdome sitte, And euery Lady, fayre Rebecca•• face, And euery Virgin, the wise Virgins grace.

And euery Souldier, Iosuahs true spirit, And euery Scholer Aarons Eloquence, And euery Miser, wicked Di•••••• merit: And euery poore man Io•••• true patience, And euery Lawyer Moses h••••••nly mind And euery Marchant of Zac•••••• kind.

Doe not with Esau him of or Venis•••• And sell thy birthright for a messe of po••ge: Lest Iacob steale away thy B••••••on. When Isaac fals vpon the yeeres of ••otag••: But be a Ioseph in the time of heed To good olde Iacob, and his blessed seed.

Be Abraham in his sonnes sacrifice, And follow Lo•• in his loues h••••linesse, Like Salomon be in thy iudgement wise, And Ionathan in friendship faithfulnesse, Like Henoch make thy ••o•••• 〈◊〉〈◊〉 loue; And with Eliah liue 〈…〉〈…〉

Be both a Priest, a Prophet and a King, A Priest to make thy heart a Sacrifice, A Prophet to declare the way to bring The blessed Spirit vnto Paradise, A King to rule thy selfe with such direction, Thy soule may keepe thy body in subiection.

Oh kill not Conscience with a cruell letter, Yet let the Atheist haue but little hope And count the false Professor little be••••er, That for dissembling doth deser•••••• the rope, For cleanely Cook•••• doe more it is a ••••••th, That filthy water makes 〈◊〉〈◊〉 ••o ••efo••••e b••••••••••.

And make no monster member of the Church, Nor take ill counsell of Achitophel: Nor let illusion giue thy soule the lurch, To leade thy heart into the sinke of hell, Teach humble loue, hate all ambition•• pride, And shrowde thy vertues vnder Gra••s side.

And diet not with Holofor••es drinke, But ioyne with Iudith in her ioyfull strength, Let Dalila, not make stout S••mpson winke, Lest the Philistints fall on thee at length, No Salomon be led by Phara•••• ••••l••i••••, ••est by the flesh, the spirit be b••••••••lde.

Know, what and when, and where, and how to speake Bee fearefull, how thou doest thy God offend: A vertuous vow, take heede thou doest not breake, And Mercies pleasure, patiently a••en•• Loue no man for his purse, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 for his place: But for his wit, his vertue and his grace.

Be wisely carefull, but not couetous, For Conscience wo••••e, will make a mortall wound, And be deuout, but not Idolatrous: For, that both soule and body will confound: Be kindly louing, 〈…〉〈…〉 lecherous, For that in, nature is most impious,

To idle things accustome not thy thought: And tremble at the word of Blasphemy: With vaine perswasions, 〈…〉〈…〉 wrought, And keepe thy tongue from 〈◊〉〈◊〉 Infamy; Hold backe thy hand from all vnlawfull action; And weane thy Spirit from vngodly faction.

Care not to reade except to understand, And let thy learning teach thee how to liue: With perfect care let euery course be scand; And spare to spend, that thou mayest haue to giue, Thinke no man happy o•• 〈…〉〈…〉 Stage, Where death and 〈…〉〈…〉; make a marriage

Prie not into the faults of priu•••••• 〈◊〉〈◊〉 To lay them open to their ••••eed sh••••••••; Nor strike a dash with a false deadly pe••••e, To kill the credit of an honest na••e; And for the simple, vse no ••••btil•• ••ai••••••, But pitty the afflicted in their paines.

Flatter not folly with ••n idle faith, Nor let earth stand vpon her owne desart; But shew what wisdome in the scripture saith, The fruitfull hand doth show the ••••thful ••art, Beleeue the Word, and th•••• to ••••nd thy will, And teach obedience for a blessed 〈◊〉〈◊〉

Let not the beauteous, nor the ri••h be proud, Nor aged wanton, nor the youthfull wilde; For in the rules of Grace, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 not allow'd, And graceles h••••ts, are all from heauen e••••ld: Let valour nor be cruell, wi•••••• kinde, Nor base conceits corrupt a no••le mind.

But do not raue, nor raile, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 sta•••• ••or stare, As if thy care would go to ••••ffes with sinne: But shew how mercy doth repentance spar••, Whilest working faith doth heau'nly fa••our winne, And Loues obedience to the 〈◊〉〈◊〉 d••••h pr••••e, The chosen soule, that God doth chiefly loue.

Chide ••inners, as the Father doth his childe, And keepe them in the awe of louing feare: Make sinne most hatefull, but in words be nice, That humble patience may the better heare; And wounded conscience may receyue reliefe, When true repentance pleade•• the sinners griefe.

Throw not the sinner headlong to damnation, Nor fright the faithfull with a cursed feare; But winne Repentance vnto Reformation, And teach the Christian, how his crosse to beare, Giue comfort in thy Cares instruction, To saue the faithfull from the soules destruction.

Heale the Infect of sinne with oyle of grace, And wash the soule with true contritions teares, And when Confession shewes her heauy case, Deliuer faith from all Infernall feares, That when high Iustice threat•••••• sinne with death, Mercy againe, may giue Repentance breath.

Yet flatter not the fowle delight of sinne, But make it loathsome in the eye of loue; And seeke the heart with holy c••res to winne, To worke the best way for the soules be ••••ue? So teach, so liue, that both 〈…〉〈…〉 deed, The would 〈…〉〈…〉

Time hath a course, that Nature cannot stay, For youth must die, or come to doting age: What is our life on earth? but as a play, Where many a part doth come vpon the Stage, Rich, poore, wise, fond, fayre, fowle, and great, and small And old, and young, death makes an end of all.

Where hee that makes his life a Comedy, To laugh and sing, and talke away the Time: Shall finde it in the end a Tragedie, When mournefull bells, will make no merry chime, When sad despayre shall feare infernall euill, While Sinne and death; are Agents for the Deuill.

Oh when the rich, and greedy Miser dies, While fearefull visions will his soule affright? And keepe his heart in hellish miseries, To looke vpon so many a fearefull sight, When Pride, oppression, Auarice and Theft, Of hope, of mercy, hath the foule bereft.

And when the Murtherer that delights in blood, Shall feele his heart to haue a mortall wound: And grieues to looke vpon ill gotten good, While guilty conscience runnes his care a ground: What will hee doe? when truth his soule shall tell, A tyrants blood shall make a broth in hell.