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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Epilogus.
Loe
here the fruits, that growe of selfe conceits,
Loe here their falles, that leape before they looke,
Loe gallants here, the sweete inticeing baytes,
Wherein lyes hid, the couseners poysoned hooke.
Loe here their falles, that leape before they looke,
Loe gallants here, the sweete inticeing baytes,
Wherein lyes hid, the couseners poysoned hooke.
From maskes of pryde, here are the visards pluckt.
Of dogged dice, loe here the deadly yll.
See here how drie, the louers purse is suckt,
That yealdes to please, a wanton Ladies will.
Of dogged dice, loe here the deadly yll.
See here how drie, the louers purse is suckt,
That yealdes to please, a wanton Ladies will.
Who noteth here, what treason lurkes in trust,
Before he trust, may haply learne to trie.
Who sees faire words, saust here with workes vniust,
May haue in scorne, the shewes of flatterie.
Before he trust, may haply learne to trie.
Who sees faire words, saust here with workes vniust,
May haue in scorne, the shewes of flatterie.
Who marketh here, the bitter end of frayes,
Of more emprise, may holde a quiet life.
Who seeth here, in lawe the long delayes,
May loue the worse, to liue in wrangling strife.
Of more emprise, may holde a quiet life.
Who seeth here, in lawe the long delayes,
May loue the worse, to liue in wrangling strife.
Without good heede, who so in court doth plant,
May here perceiue, his beggerie in the end.
Who wayeth here, the woes of withered want,
Were worse then mad, beyond his boundes to spend.
May here perceiue, his beggerie in the end.
Who wayeth here, the woes of withered want,
Were worse then mad, beyond his boundes to spend.
Who would auoyde, the snares that worldlings set,
And who would knowe, their wiles and foule abuse,
Who hath desires, an honest fame to get,
Who in his kinde, inticing golde would vse,
And who would knowe, their wiles and foule abuse,
Who hath desires, an honest fame to get,
Who in his kinde, inticing golde would vse,
May here finde rules, his life for to direct,
Here liues their fames, that vertues souldiers ware,
And here againe, their dealings I detect.
To swimme in wealth, that will no vauntage spare.
Here liues their fames, that vertues souldiers ware,
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To swimme in wealth, that will no vauntage spare.
Here here discourst, may worldlings see their falles,
Which wey not how, so riches they may winne,
Here may they see, how sore Gods vengeance galles,
When he is bent, to punish filthy sinne,
Which wey not how, so riches they may winne,
Here may they see, how sore Gods vengeance galles,
When he is bent, to punish filthy sinne,
All this and more, my Muse at large reports,
All this my Muse (for your auaile) did hit,
In lue whereof, she friendly you exhorts,
To take in worth, what of good will is writ.
All this my Muse (for your auaile) did hit,
In lue whereof, she friendly you exhorts,
To take in worth, what of good will is writ.
Quod cauere possis, stultum est admittere.
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