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 his especiall friend,
Thomas Cornelius Gent slaine in the Prince of Orenge his seruice in Holland.
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An Epitaphe on the death of his especiall friend, Thomas Cornelius Gent slaine in the Prince of Orenge his seruice in Holland.
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lustie youthes that sometime were his friends,
Cornelius life, here may you liuely reade,
In spite of death his vertues neuer endes,
Whose worthie pathes, are meete for you to treade,
At home hee seeld, in any quarels fell,
All sortes hee pleasd, hee vsde himselfe so well.
Cornelius life, here may you liuely reade,
In spite of death his vertues neuer endes,
Whose worthie pathes, are meete for you to treade,
At home hee seeld, in any quarels fell,
All sortes hee pleasd, hee vsde himselfe so well.
When Flushing frayes, were roung with sweete report,
Our English youthes, post hast them thether hie,
Where as they found (Godwot) but sorrie sport,
Farre from the speach, that of the gaine did flie,
With whom in hope, who hap did well deserue,
Away hee goes the Orenge Prince to serue.
Our English youthes, post hast them thether hie,
Where as they found (Godwot) but sorrie sport,
Farre from the speach, that of the gaine did flie,
With whom in hope, who hap did well deserue,
Away hee goes the Orenge Prince to serue.
And plaste at length, amonge the drunken Dutch,
Hee quite forgot, hee went to fight for pence,
The marke of fame, was that hee sought to touch,
The which he hit, before hee parted thence,
With slender pay, at first hee was content,
And yet his minde, stil with the foremost went.
Hee quite forgot, hee went to fight for pence,
The marke of fame, was that hee sought to touch,
The which he hit, before hee parted thence,
With slender pay, at first hee was content,
And yet his minde, stil with the foremost went.
Though harebrainde youthes, at such preferment spurne,
And gape for charge, ere they them selues can guide,
Although hee had, of friends to serue his turne,
Hee left such sute, till his desert were tride,
In all Al-armes, to fight hee soone was prest,
In heate of blowes, as forward as the best.
And gape for charge, ere they them selues can guide,
Although hee had, of friends to serue his turne,
Hee left such sute, till his desert were tride,
In all Al-armes, to fight hee soone was prest,
In heate of blowes, as forward as the best.
That hee vnsawe, syld, skirmishes there were,
(Such paines hee tooke, to scale the fort to fame,)
The coine hee had hee grudged not to share,
For their reliefe, that sickly were or lame,
Of euery sort thus wonne hee worthie praise,
From best to worst, that seru'd in Holland fraies.
(Such paines hee tooke, to scale the fort to fame,)
The coine hee had hee grudged not to share,
For their reliefe, that sickly were or lame,
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From best to worst, that seru'd in Holland fraies.
Two yeares and more hee tasted souldiers toiles,
And did escape when other men were slaine,
But keeping still a coile in bloudie broiles,
(I sighe to show,) God wot hee caught his baine,
Who being dead, though no man may reuiue,
Yet shall my Muse, his vertues keepe aliue.
And did escape when other men were slaine,
But keeping still a coile in bloudie broiles,
(I sighe to show,) God wot hee caught his baine,
Who being dead, though no man may reuiue,
Yet shall my Muse, his vertues keepe aliue.
Mors honesta ignominiosæ vitæ præferenda.
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