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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The hap, and hard fortune of a carelesse louer.
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The hap, and hard fortune of a carelesse louer.
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hart on hayh, with carelesse mind, I raūging freedomes fielde,
Blind Cupide, by arest vnwares, to beautie bad me yeald,
What yeald (quoth I) at beauties becke, as Venus slaue to serue?
May he whome freedome, alwayes fen, by bondage stoupe to sterue?
Blind Cupide, by arest vnwares, to beautie bad me yeald,
What yeald (quoth I) at beauties becke, as Venus slaue to serue?
May he whome freedome, alwayes fen, by bondage stoupe to sterue?
No, Cupide, no: with me go tell, dame beautie beares no sway,
Nor pleasure with her painted sheath, can make me Cupide pray:
This answere made, with winged feete he tooke his flight away,
And did impart, to beautie straight, his rest I would not bay.
Nor pleasure with her painted sheath, can make me Cupide pray:
This answere made, with winged feete he tooke his flight away,
And did impart, to beautie straight, his rest I would not bay.
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With anger fraught, who foorth with wild, an armie should be had,
And captaines hauing charge them selues, in armour should be clad,
Her selfe she plaste in formost scont, with Pleasure in her hand,
And Lady Loue elected was, hygh Marshall of her hand.
And captaines hauing charge them selues, in armour should be clad,
Her selfe she plaste in formost scont, with Pleasure in her hand,
And Lady Loue elected was, hygh Marshall of her hand.
Faire Venus in the rereward went, her sonne in ambush lay,
Thus Beautie and her warlike crue, did mearch in battel ray,
But I poore I, which feard no force, in freedomes lease at large,
Pursude my sport, with carelesse mynd, of Loue I tooke no charge.
Thus Beautie and her warlike crue, did mearch in battel ray,
But I poore I, which feard no force, in freedomes lease at large,
Pursude my sport, with carelesse mynd, of Loue I tooke no charge.
But all too soone, I heard a sound, of dub, dub, in my eare,
And therewithall I sawe in sight, tenne aunchents to appeare:
Which poudred were with pyned hartes, in bloudy colours set,
Which forst me flee to wisdomes wood, to scape Dan Cupids net.
And therewithall I sawe in sight, tenne aunchents to appeare:
Which poudred were with pyned hartes, in bloudy colours set,
Which forst me flee to wisdomes wood, to scape Dan Cupids net.
But craftie (he) in scoute there lay, who first gaue charge on me,
And brought me bound to Beauties barre, her prisoner for to be,
Then stinging loue, enforst me pray, Dame Pleasure plead my case,
But Beautie sayd in vaine I sude, in hope of future grace.
And brought me bound to Beauties barre, her prisoner for to be,
Then stinging loue, enforst me pray, Dame Pleasure plead my case,
But Beautie sayd in vaine I sude, in hope of future grace.
For martiall law, foorthwith (quoth she) thy hart in bale shall bounce,
Therwith she chargd her Marshal high, this sentence to pronounce,
To bate thy pride, which wouldst not stoupe, when beautie bent her lure,
Thy casting shall be clods of care, Saunce hope of happie cure.
Therwith she chargd her Marshal high, this sentence to pronounce,
To bate thy pride, which wouldst not stoupe, when beautie bent her lure,
Thy casting shall be clods of care, Saunce hope of happie cure.
With flouds of teares, thy dazeld eyes, thy sickly cheekes shall staine,
And Fancie with his fleating toyes, shall harbour in thy braine,
Thy heart shall poudred be with paine, thy guts with griefe to boyle,
Thy seething sighes, shall scalde thy lippes, to taste of inwarde toyle.
And Fancie with his fleating toyes, shall harbour in thy braine,
Thy heart shall poudred be with paine, thy guts with griefe to boyle,
Thy seething sighes, shall scalde thy lippes, to taste of inwarde toyle.
Thy intrales all shall parched be, with flames of fond desire,
The heauie perse of bodyes griefe, thy pyned legges shall tire:
Despaire then was the hangman made, which doome did Beautie please,
And I to bondage was bequeath'd, to liue in little ease,
The heauie perse of bodyes griefe, thy pyned legges shall tire:
Despaire then was the hangman made, which doome did Beautie please,
And I to bondage was bequeath'd, to liue in little ease,
Wherewith the Gem of Venus band, vnprayd of her bongre.
Did beg me wretch at Beauties hand, her prisoner for to be.
And after bowe of loyaltie, did let me goe at large,
Yea further payd my farewell fee, my bondage to discharge
In lue whereof at her commaund, my seruice loe is prest,
As homage due, for saued life, yea, more her slaue I rest.
Did beg me wretch at Beauties hand, her prisoner for to be.
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Yea further payd my farewell fee, my bondage to discharge
In lue whereof at her commaund, my seruice loe is prest,
As homage due, for saued life, yea, more her slaue I rest.
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