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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R. C. in praise of Whetstons and his Rocke of Regard.
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R. C. in praise of Whetstons and his Rocke of Regard.
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reward, this gallant gift with thankes,
Whose worth is much, although the price be small,
Biancaes life, and Cressids subtile prankes,
Of wantons showes, the fortune and the fall,
Frizaldoes foile, at point of all his hap,
Of lawlesse lust, foretells the after clap.
Whose worth is much, although the price be small,
Biancaes life, and Cressids subtile prankes,
Of wantons showes, the fortune and the fall,
Frizaldoes foile, at point of all his hap,
Of lawlesse lust, foretells the after clap.
What are the ioyes, and louers daily wronges,
Their sweete, their sowre, Rinaldo here doth showe,
The morall heede, in all these thriftlesse songes,
Doth proue him blest, that least of loue doth know,
But that that beares the pearle of praise away,
This Poet doth, the fall of vice bewray,
Their sweete, their sowre, Rinaldo here doth showe,
The morall heede, in all these thriftlesse songes,
Doth proue him blest, that least of loue doth know,
But that that beares the pearle of praise away,
This Poet doth, the fall of vice bewray,
Bare faste hee setts, the maskes of peeuish pride,
Hee finds their faultes, that fostereth fraude with pence,
His searching Uerse, the couseners traynes hath spide,
Which hyde their craft, with cloake of plaine pretence,
The end of bralles, the beggery folowing dice,
Forewarneth youth, from haunting either vice.
Hee finds their faultes, that fostereth fraude with pence,
His searching Uerse, the couseners traynes hath spide,
Which hyde their craft, with cloake of plaine pretence,
The end of bralles, the beggery folowing dice,
Forewarneth youth, from haunting either vice.
The vertuous praisde, the vicious here are blamde,
Here liues their fame, that Uertues souldieurs ware,
For your behoofe this worthie worke was framde,
Of more emprice, then gold or iewels farre,
Loe thus from toyes, hath Whetston weand his Muse,
In thundring Uerse to threaten foule abuse.
Here liues their fame, that Uertues souldieurs ware,
For your behoofe this worthie worke was framde,
Of more emprice, then gold or iewels farre,
In thundring Uerse to threaten foule abuse.
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