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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[Beautie leaue off to brag, thy brauery is but brayd]
Beautie leaue off to brag, thy brauery is but brayd,Thou mayst (God wot) thy visard vaile, thy wanton maskes are wrayd.
Thy toyes in thy attyre, thy plumes fortells thy pride,
Thy coyues, thy caules, thy curling cost, thy surfling helpes are spide.
Thy gases are for guestes, that garish showes wil eye,
Else who so blinde, but that hee can a painted visage spie,
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I hould (God wot) thy vauntes as vaine, thy lures, and loue I scorne,
For I beloued am, of one that thee doth passe,
In faith as much as finest gold, excelles the coursest brasse.
She needes no frizling feates, nor bumbaste for her breastes,
No glittring spangles for the gase, no ierkyns, iagges, nor iestes,
Her onely selfe a sunne, when thou art iudgde a starre,
Her sober lookes workes more regard, then all thy ruffling farre.
The reason is, the heauens, to reape the praise alone,
Did frame her eyes, her head, and handes of pearle and precious stone,
Which iewells needes no helpe, their beauties for to blase,
When brauery shadowes fowle defectes, or serues for wanton gase.
Besides her feature rare, her further fame to raise,
Her witt, her wordes, her workes in showe, doth winne a world of praise,
Then beautie haue no scorne, thy roome for to resigne,
To her, whose sundry markes of grace, thus shewes shee is diuine.
If not, thy champion chuse, if any dare auowe,
I doe the wronge, thee to abase, and her so to allowe,
And him I challenge forth, by force of fight to proue,
She hath no match, whom thus in heart, I honour, serue and loue.
Roberto Rinaldo.
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