The Court of Conscience or Dick Whippers Sessions With the order of his arraigning and punishing of many notorious, dissembling, wicked, and vitious liuers in this age. By Richard West |
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[Cease you sad Nimphes your Delia to bemoane] |
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[Cease you sad Nimphes your Delia to bemoane]
Cease you sad Nimphes your Delia to bemoane,
For she a ioyfull life since death hath gained:
And you pale Dimenes daughters cease to groane,
For Phaeton was for his folly pained.
The one by nature, but the other died,
Cast Downe by Ioue, from Heauen for his great pride
For she a ioyfull life since death hath gained:
And you pale Dimenes daughters cease to groane,
For Phaeton was for his folly pained.
The one by nature, but the other died,
Cast Downe by Ioue, from Heauen for his great pride
It greeues me sore to see your sad laments,
In the bewayling of so great your friends:
Looke but about who's this that parchment rents,
Sure he brings newes that to lamenting tendes.
Tis not for one alone to lend his eare,
For all are naught and so twill proue I feare.
In the bewayling of so great your friends:
Looke but about who's this that parchment rents,
Tis not for one alone to lend his eare,
For all are naught and so twill proue I feare.
Sure tis some Lawyer or some worthy man,
So by his habite he doth seeme to bee:
By his blacke gowne, his pen and inke in hand,
Paper and Dust boxe, frowning face and eye,
He hath a scrowle all full of written names,
He calls in order Maisters Men and Dames.
So by his habite he doth seeme to bee:
By his blacke gowne, his pen and inke in hand,
Paper and Dust boxe, frowning face and eye,
He hath a scrowle all full of written names,
He calls in order Maisters Men and Dames.
What should it meane why tis no brewers clarke,
Clarke of no kitchen nor of any Church:
Steward of hell no no no who then? harke,
Ile stand a loofe and keepe out of his lurch.
He hath a great long launching whip behind him.
I cannot stealt I know not how to blind him.
Clarke of no kitchen nor of any Church:
Steward of hell no no no who then? harke,
Ile stand a loofe and keepe out of his lurch.
He hath a great long launching whip behind him.
I cannot stealt I know not how to blind him.
Take heed my maisters you with whom he reckons,
It seemes heele pay you all your wages soundly:
Ha, let me se whose that to whom be beckens,
Hees very briefe, he beginnes to call him roundly,
What fellowes that, that to him doth trudge,
There sits a Iury by him, hees a Iudge.
It seemes heele pay you all your wages soundly:
Ha, let me se whose that to whom be beckens,
Hees very briefe, he beginnes to call him roundly,
What fellowes that, that to him doth trudge,
There sits a Iury by him, hees a Iudge.
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