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 Inuectiue written by Roberto
Sanseuerino, Earle of Giazzo, against Bianca Maria, Countesse of Celant.
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An Inuectiue written by Roberto Sanseuerino, Earle of Giazzo, against Bianca Maria, Countesse of Celant.
Who
euer sawe, a thorne sweete grapes to yeeld?
Or sower slowes, vppon a vine to growe?
Who euer heard, a coward first in feeld?
The foreward wight, soonste feard with sight of foe?
Who euer knew, in time of any minde?
Good fall to bad, or kitt to flee from kinde?
Or sower slowes, vppon a vine to growe?
Who euer heard, a coward first in feeld?
The foreward wight, soonste feard with sight of foe?
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Good fall to bad, or kitt to flee from kinde?
If proofe ne peares, who may Bianca blame?
Whose father rose, to wealth by filthie fraude,
Her mothers life, y shrinde with endles shame,
Whose grandam was, in drowping dayes a bawd:
Shee onely left, of all this beastly store,
Must needes be worse, then parents were before.
Whose father rose, to wealth by filthie fraude,
Her mothers life, y shrinde with endles shame,
Whose grandam was, in drowping dayes a bawd:
Shee onely left, of all this beastly store,
Must needes be worse, then parents were before.
What marueile then, if shee did flee by night,
And sent a horne, vnto her Lord and fere,
To blow the death, of all his braue delight,
That gadding moode, shee learned of sa mere,
Who lightly vailde, at ery wanton whoope,
How could shee then, but to Valperga stoope?
And sent a horne, vnto her Lord and fere,
To blow the death, of all his braue delight,
That gadding moode, shee learned of sa mere,
Who lightly vailde, at ery wanton whoope,
How could shee then, but to Valperga stoope?
Ne can shee chuse, but proue the Prouerbe true,
(Won with a word, and lost with one yll looke)
Giazzo knowes, Bianca seekes for newe,
Hee whilome was, a vowell in her booke,
Giazzo wrought, Valperga out of grace,
Giazzo scornd, Valperga hath his place.
(Won with a word, and lost with one yll looke)
Giazzo knowes, Bianca seekes for newe,
Hee whilome was, a vowell in her booke,
Giazzo wrought, Valperga out of grace,
Giazzo scornd, Valperga hath his place.
Yet both in lashe, at length this cressed leaues,
And Megra like, pursues their loue with hate,
Such is the fruite, of ruffians, roages, and theeues,
Which framde her heart, when shee was formde by fate,
Her fathers liue (Scappardone being dead)
And diuers seedes, doth diuers natures breede.
And Megra like, pursues their loue with hate,
Such is the fruite, of ruffians, roages, and theeues,
Which framde her heart, when shee was formde by fate,
Her fathers liue (Scappardone being dead)
And diuers seedes, doth diuers natures breede.
(O happie man) Giazzo scornes her loue,
(Valperga blest) that knowes her murdrous minde,
Wee haue ynough, her truth let others proue,
And rest content, with what wee left behinde,
We suckte the sweete, let others drinke the draffe,
Wee eate the corne, what skilles, who chewes the chaffe.
(Valperga blest) that knowes her murdrous minde,
Wee haue ynough, her truth let others proue,
And rest content, with what wee left behinde,
We suckte the sweete, let others drinke the draffe,
Wee eate the corne, what skilles, who chewes the chaffe.
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