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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Nicholas Bowyer in commendation of this Booke.
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Nicholas Bowyer in commendation of this Booke.
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praise the thing, that no man can dispraise,
Though it seeme vaine, yet trueth doth guard the checke,
Least pyning spite, the best with hate so paize,
That skillesse scoffes, do breake well meaninges necke,
For Art attaynde in science skilfull schoole,
Stands free from foe, except it bee a foole.
Though it seeme vaine, yet trueth doth guard the checke,
Least pyning spite, the best with hate so paize,
That skillesse scoffes, do breake well meaninges necke,
For Art attaynde in science skilfull schoole,
Stands free from foe, except it bee a foole.
And for this woorke which Whetstons witt hath wrought,
Though rash report of findfault foes deface it,
Yet will the wise commend it as it ought,
The proofe is praise, when grudgers do disgrace it,
And in the ende that worke getts prick and prise,
Which frettes the foole, and doth content the wise,
Though rash report of findfault foes deface it,
Yet will the wise commend it as it ought,
The proofe is praise, when grudgers do disgrace it,
And in the ende that worke getts prick and prise,
Which frettes the foole, and doth content the wise,
That this is such good Reader see and say,
Bee iudge thy selfe, I cannot tell thee all,
To speake to short, defame the same I may,
And better rest, then rise to catch a fall,
Yet this I say, who so most faults shal finde,
In trying like will come an ace behinde.
Bee iudge thy selfe, I cannot tell thee all,
To speake to short, defame the same I may,
And better rest, then rise to catch a fall,
Yet this I say, who so most faults shal finde,
In trying like will come an ace behinde.
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