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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P. Plasmos farewell to folly.
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P. Plasmos farewell to folly.
Farewell
yon fading ioyes,
Which fancie forst me loue,
Adieu'go trudge, your tickle toyes,
Though late, too soone I proue.
Which fancie forst me loue,
Adieu'go trudge, your tickle toyes,
Though late, too soone I proue.
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O wandring head leaue off,
Fonde fancies to imbrace,
And sugred toung nowe cease to scoffe,
Or others to disgrace,
Fonde fancies to imbrace,
And sugred toung nowe cease to scoffe,
Or others to disgrace,
Forsake, O luring eyes,
To faine the louing art,
And scalding sighes be you no spies,
To wound a womans hart.
To faine the louing art,
And scalding sighes be you no spies,
To wound a womans hart.
O mynde with verses vaine,
No more thy selfe acquaint,
Forsake in time, faire Venus game,
Ere age doth thee attaint.
No more thy selfe acquaint,
Forsake in time, faire Venus game,
Ere age doth thee attaint.
O hart on hoyh y set,
Be warnd by wisedomes lawe,
So shalt thou scape blinde Cupides net,
Of which thou stoodst in awe.
Be warnd by wisedomes lawe,
So shalt thou scape blinde Cupides net,
Of which thou stoodst in awe.
Beware of tenne and foure,
Which be the cheaters fare,
Least hassards hard, thy sweete do soure,
And make thy purse full bare.
Which be the cheaters fare,
Least hassards hard, thy sweete do soure,
And make thy purse full bare.
This double charge I giue,
To you vnhappie handes,
From quarels fond, y free to liue,
As foe to life and landes.
To you vnhappie handes,
From quarels fond, y free to liue,
As foe to life and landes.
Now last to you my legges,
Which be my bodies stay,
Frame not your gate as men on egges,
Whome busting doth affray.
Which be my bodies stay,
Frame not your gate as men on egges,
Whome busting doth affray.
Nor yet so stoutly stride,
As mens that beares would binde,
For stately steps bewrayes the pride,
Which harbours in the mynde.
As mens that beares would binde,
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Which harbours in the mynde.
My other members all,
Be rulde by reasons lore:
Let vertue reigne, where vice did stall,
And former faults deplore.
Be rulde by reasons lore:
Let vertue reigne, where vice did stall,
And former faults deplore.
Least future plagues you pricke,
To worke your greater paine,
For why against the thornes to kicke,
I count it more then vaine.
To worke your greater paine,
For why against the thornes to kicke,
I count it more then vaine.
Nunquam sero.
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