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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An Epitaphe vppon the death of Henrie
Cantrell of Lincolnes Inne Gent. by his friend R. C.
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An Epitaphe vppon the death of Henrie Cantrell of Lincolnes Inne Gent. by his friend R. C.
Sith
vertuous life, death neuer may depriue,
But liueth (ay) amidde the glorious crew,
Lament not then, our, Cantrell is aliue,
In heauen, on highe, with chaunged life a new,
Then death no dole, sith life therein remaines,
But glad, hee gone, to blisse from worldly paines.
But liueth (ay) amidde the glorious crew,
Lament not then, our, Cantrell is aliue,
In heauen, on highe, with chaunged life a new,
Then death no dole, sith life therein remaines,
But glad, hee gone, to blisse from worldly paines.
From wreake of woe, from cutt of cares anoye,
From fainting frends, frō dole of doubtful dome,
From vaine delights, the counterfet of ioy,
From sobbing sighes, whence sorrowes seedes do come,
From dread to die, sith death doth cleare vs quit,
Lament not then, good Henrie Cantrells hit.
From fainting frends, frō dole of doubtful dome,
From vaine delights, the counterfet of ioy,
From sobbing sighes, whence sorrowes seedes do come,
From dread to die, sith death doth cleare vs quit,
Lament not then, good Henrie Cantrells hit.
The dalying dayes, that here wee lead alonge.
On earthlie mould, fills vp the sacke with sinnes,
Here mirth with mone, is alwayes mixt amonge,
To sowre our sweete, here fortune neuer linnes,
Hence pleasure packes, no ioy can here remaine,
No swalowed sweete, not purgde with pills ef paine.
On earthlie mould, fills vp the sacke with sinnes,
Here mirth with mone, is alwayes mixt amonge,
To sowre our sweete, here fortune neuer linnes,
Hence pleasure packes, no ioy can here remaine,
No swalowed sweete, not purgde with pills ef paine.
Then laude the Lord, lament no whit at all,
Though it hath pleasd, his will and heauenly hest,
From wretched vs, this happie youth to call,
For (sure I say) his soule him liked best.
Thus best hee calls, and leaues the worst alone,
His mercie such, our heaped sinnes to mone.
Though it hath pleasd, his will and heauenly hest,
From wretched vs, this happie youth to call,
For (sure I say) his soule him liked best.
Thus best hee calls, and leaues the worst alone,
His mercie such, our heaped sinnes to mone.
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