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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In praise of my L. Cecil of Bourlegih.
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In praise of my L. Cecil of Bourlegih.
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cruell warres, that Nature long did moue,
By force to plucke, good Uertue from her throne,
Appeasd in peace, to shewe the fruits of loue,
Of precious mould, kynde faults to worke anon,
And hauing shapt this seemely dame of clay,
For Uertues helpe, she sent her straight away.
By force to plucke, good Uertue from her throne,
Appeasd in peace, to shewe the fruits of loue,
Of precious mould, kynde faults to worke anon,
And hauing shapt this seemely dame of clay,
For Uertues helpe, she sent her straight away.
When Uertue viewd, dame Natures worthy skill,
With great delight, she kist this Ladies face,
And then (to shewe, that Nature wisht her will)
She posted to, her treasure house of grace,
Her golden shewes, where she good Ladie spoyles,
To decke this dame, thus was she both their toyles.
With great delight, she kist this Ladies face,
And then (to shewe, that Nature wisht her will)
She posted to, her treasure house of grace,
Her golden shewes, where she good Ladie spoyles,
To decke this dame, thus was she both their toyles.
And with these gifts, into the world she came,
Whereas she doth, in worthy credite rest,
Yea sure her life, so beautifieth her name,
As Enuie graunts (who sildome sayes the best,
Her wit, her weedes, her words, her workes and all,
So modest are, as slaunder yealdes her thrall.
Whereas she doth, in worthy credite rest,
Yea sure her life, so beautifieth her name,
As Enuie graunts (who sildome sayes the best,
Her wit, her weedes, her words, her workes and all,
So modest are, as slaunder yealdes her thrall.
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