The Rocke of Regard diuided into foure parts. The first, the Castle of delight: Wherein is reported, the wretched end of wanton and dissolute liuing. The second, the Garden of Vnthriftinesse: Wherein are many sweete flowers, (or rather fancies) of honest loue. The thirde, the Arbour of Vertue: Wherein slaunder is highly punished, and vertuous Ladies and 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 |
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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.
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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,Three speciall notes of much auaile, by Notes vntimely ende.
Note first his honest life, or euery sort was lou'd,
Learned hee was and vertuous both, his manhoode throughly prou'd,
A gallant witte hee had the which hee gouernde so,
As did content all sortes of men, when cause the vse did show.
Hee had both health and wealth, his fortune was to hard,
And yet in spite of froward chaunce, Fame shall his vertues gard.
His life would followed bee, his death forwarnes his friends,
(A note of worth) of quarreling, that still with mischiefe endes.
And yet with such abuse, I meane not him to tuch,
But this I say (hee prou'd it true) by once hee fought to much,
Another note hee leaues, the which to showe I quake,
His speeding wound so rest his sense, as word hee neuer spake.
Gods pleasure in the cause, I leaue for to dispute,
Hee knewe his thoughts, wee knowe his life: then iudge t'were better mute.
Yet learne you by his fate (if you examples feare,)
You haue no charter of your life, then best you do prepare,
Your selues eche houre to die, least you be tarde tooke,
You are here warnd, with ouer proofe, into your conscience looke.
Hora mortis uncertissima.
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