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[Haue at you all to stabbe and kill]
Haue at you all to stabbe and kill,
There flies my Dart, light where it will.
Hee that will take no warning, let him chuse,
There flies my Dart, light where it will.
Few wordes my maisters, I intende to vse:
My deede and word, togither alwayes goe,
I loue plaine dealing, you shall finde it so.
The Stabbe I promise, and the Stabbe Ile pay,
Your Hartes shall haue it, on their dying day.
But thinke that day is very long to come,
And you shall liue more yeeres then other some:
Thinke though your friendes and kindred dayly die,
You shall escape, your turne is nothing nie:
Put my remembrance farre out of your minde,
For wicked men no hope in Death can finde:
They thinke vpon me with a cruell feare,
They quake, and tremble, when my name they heare.
I bring but heauie newes, their soules to greeue,
Yet till I come, they will it not beleeue.
And nere in's life did good, nor neuer will,
Tell him of Death, of Iudgement, and the Graue,
And what reward in Hell, the wicked haue;
That very shortly he shall not be heere,
That with his flesh the Wormes shall make good-cheere,
That other men his hoarded goodes shall share,
That hence he must depart, poore, naked, bare:
That earth's delightes shall be of no esteeme,
That all the world cannot a Soule redeeme:
That Diues begg's for drops, where torments dwell,
That there's no comfort to be had in Hel.
That they which haue done good, to Heau'n shall go
That they which haue done ill, to endles wo.
His blockish Sences, worldes conceites so smother,
It enters one eare, and goes out at tother.
Therefore let him that will hold on his course,
Goe on in euill, and be worse and worse,
Tis nothing vnto mee, if heele not mende,
Ile Stabbe him for the Deuill, there's an ende,
Drinke and be merry as good fellowes do,
Carouse your drunkardes health's from day to day,
Till I, and Sicknesse, take your health away.
Sweare and blaspheme Gods sacred holy name,
And take delight in doing of the same.
Thunder out Oathes, such as in Hell are bred,
Vntill I teare thy tongue out of thy head.
Beare thy selfe proude, as loftie as thou can,
Dispise the poore, disdaine an humble man,
Boast of thy store of wealth, thy worldly wit,
Ile turne thy flesh and bones to rot for it.
Mallice thy neighbour, cause thou see'st him thriue,
And for to get away his lyuing, striue.
Vndoe him if thou can'st, and for that sinne,
Ile leaue thee but a Clout to wrap thee in.
Rayse Rentes apace, builde Houses, purchase Landes,
Be alwayes raking with Oppressins handes.
Thinke all is lawfull purchase, thou can'st catch
from thy distressed friendles needy wretch.
Buye thy poore neighbours House ouer his head,
Turne him and's children out to begge their bread.
And let them at thy handes no fauour get.
Send them to Prison; there in all distresse,
To taste the mercie of the mercilesse.
Ile shackle thee, for stirring handes or feete
Within a Coffin and a Winding-sheete.
Say to thy selfe, as once the Churle did say,
(Whose soule the Deuill fetch'd that night away)
For many yeeres, much goodes thou hast in store,
Eate, drinke, be merry; take delight therefore:
Exclude all Pittie, Conscience, and Remorce.
Get Goodes it skils not how, by fraude or force,
Ile come vpon thee, when thou thinkest least,
And thou shalt die, as thou did'st liue, a Beast.
Dissemble cunning, do it with a grace:
Giue all kind wordes before thy neighbours face.
Protest thy kindnesse he shall neuer lacke:
Yet hang him (if thou can'st) behind his backe.
Flatter, and fawne: with falshood pray vpon him:
Bestow the courtecie of Iudas on-him:
Of all thy villany I keepe a score,
Be a Time-seruer; liue as others doo:
With some prophane, with some religious too:
Yet howsoeuer thou hast done, or spoke,
Let thy Religion serue but as a cloke.
Thinke th' art a man from whom much wisedome flowes,
If thou can'st blinde the eyes of men with showes.
To get thy selfe Gods curse, with worldlings prayse,
Why, t'is a sinne most common now adayes.
Looke to it Wretch, as sure as Death; so sure,
An euerlasting Hell, thou shalt endure.
Striue and contende, reuenge the least offence:
Threaten by Law: vrge to extreame expence.
Spende many a pound, in quarrell of a penny,
And be it right or wrong, yeeld not to any.
Let no man haue the ending of thy cause,
But onely Lawyers; try it by the Lawes.
Ile Stabbe thee foole; there's no Atturnyes fee
Can finde out Law to be reueng'd on mee.
Builde sumtuous Houses, tytle them thine owne:
Make wrong pay-maister for the wood and stone.
Because the Deuill and shee, will haue it so.
Hood-her, and Mask-her; Fanne her with a Feather:
Let Vanitie and Lightnesse, go together.
Vpon the pleasure of thy Hawkes and Houndes
Waste it away most prodigall, by poundes.
Be bountifull in spending on a Whore,
And myserable to relieue the poore.
Feaste euery day, as once the Glutton did,
And none but Gluttons to thy Banquets bid.
Receiue thy foode, as Beastes do feede on Grasse.
Sit downe like th' Oxe, and rise as doth the Asse,
Steale Gods good guiftes, and neuer vse his name,
Vnlesse in swearing, to abuse the same.
Liue as thou list: but for thy time so spent,
By me to Iudgement, hence thou shalt be sent.
And this resolue, howeuer Sinne doth blind-thee,
Eu'en as Death leaues thee, so shal Iudgement find-thee
FINIS.
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