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 on the death of the right worshipfull
maister Iohn Ayleworth Esquier.
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An Epitaphe on the death of the right worshipfull maister Iohn Ayleworth Esquier.
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men may waile their losse, that death hath ridde from woe,
Then giue mee leaue to weepe my fill, my sorrowes so to showe.
And though to bathe in teares, small botes, now hee is gone,
Yet none can leaue, so firme a friend, and showe no signe of mone.
When brainesicke I a bruse, with ouer brauery caught,
Hee first did cure my neede with coyne, then soundly thus me taught,
Bee stayde: for rowling stones, do sildome gather mosse.
I tryde his ayde, I likt his wordes, and still shall rue his losse.
His losse not I alone, but thousands more lament,
His children, friends, & seruaunts poore, with brackish teares are sprent.
But Oh you sillie poore, whom neede doth nip and pearce,
With hart, with hand, with might & maine, your heapes of woe rehearse.
Crye, out of cruell death, for reauing your reliefe,
You are the wightes, that haue (God wott) the greatest cause of griefe.
When hunger faintes your heartes, when you with cold shall frease,
The lacke of Ayleworths foode and fire, your starued limms to ease.
When might would marre your right, his counsell sound and sure,
His open purse to pleade your cause, the paines hee but in vre.
When you (poore soules) shall misse, with him that was your stay,
Then shall your griefes appeare as greene, as hee had dyde to day.
These were his fruites of faith, these almes hee did of zeale,
Hee wayde no showe, his woordes, in workes, the Gospell did reueale.
Then giue mee leaue to weepe my fill, my sorrowes so to showe.
And though to bathe in teares, small botes, now hee is gone,
Yet none can leaue, so firme a friend, and showe no signe of mone.
When brainesicke I a bruse, with ouer brauery caught,
Hee first did cure my neede with coyne, then soundly thus me taught,
Bee stayde: for rowling stones, do sildome gather mosse.
I tryde his ayde, I likt his wordes, and still shall rue his losse.
His losse not I alone, but thousands more lament,
His children, friends, & seruaunts poore, with brackish teares are sprent.
But Oh you sillie poore, whom neede doth nip and pearce,
With hart, with hand, with might & maine, your heapes of woe rehearse.
Crye, out of cruell death, for reauing your reliefe,
You are the wightes, that haue (God wott) the greatest cause of griefe.
When hunger faintes your heartes, when you with cold shall frease,
The lacke of Ayleworths foode and fire, your starued limms to ease.
When might would marre your right, his counsell sound and sure,
His open purse to pleade your cause, the paines hee but in vre.
When you (poore soules) shall misse, with him that was your stay,
Then shall your griefes appeare as greene, as hee had dyde to day.
These were his fruites of faith, these almes hee did of zeale,
Hee wayde no showe, his woordes, in workes, the Gospell did reueale.
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EXHORTATIO.
O life of much auaile, O worldlings it insue,So shall you not be ledde by gold, but gold be rulde by you,
So shall you keepe him bright, that mouldeth in your chest,
So shall the world speake well of you, your conscience so in rest.
The sweetest ioyes of all, though death your farewell giue,
So, so: your soules with his in heauen, your fames on earth that liue.
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