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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Iohn wytton in commendation of this woorke.
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Iohn wytton in commendation of this woorke.
Though Whetston be no caruing toole, yet vertue hath it such,As will the durest metalls sharpe, though they be dulled much,
And sure the Author of this worke, whom wee do Whetston call,
To proue his nature, hits his name, to edge blunt wittes withall.
Hee moues, styrres vp, hee whets, hee sharpes, ech one doth hee inuite,
In vertuous wise, for to approch, his Castell of delight.
A Garden there vnto is ioynde, to solace you withall,
If wanton heate, offend your hart, in vertues Arbour stall.
An Orchard full of morall fruites for you hee hath prepard,
All this his learning leueld out, the Rock of good regard,
And for to vewe this gallant foyle, you freely leane may take,
The hearbs and fruits that therein are, doth serue both sicke and sound,
For to restore or to suppresse, as humours do abound.
There shall you finde, flowers and fruites, continually abide,
That makes or marres, that hurtes or salues, as they may be applide,
There may the sound collect and reape, his health, his wealth, and rest,
And if he please, so keepe him selfe preserued, with the best,
The youth with want newe surfited, his apples helpes anon,
If he detract his cure too long, the fault is then his owne,
More in his Ortchard counsel growes, to make preserue withall,
Gainst had I wist, and noysome neede, th'undoer of vs all,
All this in worthy Whetstons workes, with vauntage you may learne,
With thanks thē reader quite his paines, who heapes of gold doth earne.
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