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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[More haste then neede, doth turne to waste]
More haste then neede, doth turne to waste,
and waste doth al thinges marre,
Your Haruest, is in grasse good Syr,
as hastie as you are.
and waste doth al thinges marre,
Your Haruest, is in grasse good Syr,
as hastie as you are.
This doubtfull ieast, among my ioyes,
my mystresse late did peppe,
But I reply, that backward haste,
can neuer blast my croppe.
my mystresse late did peppe,
But I reply, that backward haste,
can neuer blast my croppe.
For sith (sweete wench) my seede of loue,
hath taken roote in time,
And cleare escapt the frostes of scorne,
that pincht it in the prime.
hath taken roote in time,
And cleare escapt the frostes of scorne,
that pincht it in the prime.
Now that the spring time of your grace,
hath raisde it to an eare,
The kindely riping of the same,
in faith I litle feare.
hath raisde it to an eare,
The kindely riping of the same,
in faith I litle feare.
For scorched sythes, like Summers sunne,
will hasten on this wheate,
And stormes of teares, as heauenly dewe,
shall nourish with the heate.
will hasten on this wheate,
And stormes of teares, as heauenly dewe,
shall nourish with the heate.
The ielous weedes of foule suspect,
which louers ioyes doth sting,
Shall cropped bee, with hooke of faith,
that fauour freash may spring.
which louers ioyes doth sting,
Shall cropped bee, with hooke of faith,
that fauour freash may spring.
Then banish dread, from thee deere dame,
my speede will worke no waste,
Since that the season serues so well,
our Haruest for to haste.
my speede will worke no waste,
Since that the season serues so well,
our Haruest for to haste.
Roberto Rinaldo.
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