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B00633
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A theater of delightfull recreation.
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Rowlands, Samuel, 1570?-1630?
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STC 21408; ESTC S94970
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What thing is fauour but a shade It hath no certaine lasting hower Whereof is wanton beautie made That withers like a Sommers flower When these shall end their date in dayes She that feares God shall liue with praise And such a wife of worthie worth Due glories lot will to her fall And great assemblies will giue forth What vertues shee 's adorn'd withall Her lifes renowne to fame shall reach Her good example others teach Salomons Harlot in the 2. 7. and 8. chapt of his Prouerbs A Harlot of the whorish kind Describ'd by Wisedomes King Whose paths are crooked and whose wayes Vnto destruction bring That impudent with shamelesse brow Doth modest life detest And of all brutish filthynesse Insatiate is possest Is noted to be full of words And doth the streets frequent Not qualited as Sara was To keepe within the tent But haunts the citie to be seene Of all that passeth by Cal's simple people voyd of sence Her kindnesse to come try Like curl'd and painted Iesabel She at her doore will sit Without are dogs whoremungers murderers And whosoeuer loues or maketh lies Gracelesse inchanters and idolaters For entrance vnto these the Lambe denies They are for horror and eternall wo And must with trembling to destruction go O sonnes of Adam sinfull race of clay Most miserable blind deceiued men You scattred sheepe that wander from the way If this place be your fold where stray you then Why is your pace to heauen so slow and slacke Or rather why from thence retire you backe O foolish louer of vaine earthly things Why seek'st thou honor and promotion here Which onely care griefe and vexation brings To build to purchase and let leases deare Ioyne house to house and pile vp gold beside Fixing thy thoughts on gaine thy heart on pride Thou neuer canst attaine ike blessednesse In the inioying all thy soue can craue Nor once come neare tast of the happinesse That the least seruant in Gods house shall haue For in this holy citie wâ—ere they liue Is treasure which the world can neuer giue Which shall endure perpetually their lot The lot and portion in the liuing land A giuers gift whose purpose alters not But for the length of endlesse time shall stand In all perfection and securitie True holinesse and perfect puritie When thou with this worlds pompe and dignity Which hereon earth did please thy soule so well Shalt beare that same rich glutton company Whose burial's in the dreadfull vault of hell Excluded from all mercy comfort grace In that same endlesse easelesse hopelesse place Times swiftnesse I Run I flie I neuer stand at shy There 's no recalling of me being past Wise men take hold and meet me in the way Fooles first neglect their late repent comes last He that will vse me to his endlesse gaines Must spend time well while he on earth remaines Mans neglgence I Had a time in youth for learnings treasure I had a time to haue attaineâ— grace I spent that time in worlds bewitching pleasure And wish for time now time hath turn'd his face Time runs before and instantly forsakes vs Death posts behind and sodaine ouertakes vs. Deaths powerfulnesse I Make all feare that am a fearlesse creature The world doth euen tremble at my name Ender I am of all begun by nature Proud flesh and blood in graues of earth I tame Though bitter vnto many sweet to some That loath this life for loue of life to come A view of this world the Globe of Vanitie LOoke mortals on this stage of earthly things View well the changes of inconstant time Begin at poore men and go vp to kings From humble hearts to such as loue to clime From innocents to such as liue by crime From low to high from high againe to low What man is he would worlds delights forgo Oh fond felicitie that all men find On this vnsetled pauement of the earth Where 's nothing but perplexitie of mind None prouing still the period to our mirth Backe from our graue to our first houre of birth Onely this blindnesse doth some fooles besot They liue in sorrow and they see it not For what 's a King or mightie potent Lord That like a god millions of people swayes That saues and kils with his commanding word Whose will the flattrer sooths and all obayes Pray what 's the pleasure of his kingly dayes If he be good as great men good is rare His kingdome then is but his hourely care What 's a great conqueror whose name is fear'd Like Caesar or the dreaded Tamberlaine Who by his sword Piramides hath rear'd With bones and scalpes and ensignes of the slaine Looke on him well and find him meerly vaine The fitttest Epithet for him is this This mightie man a mightie murdrer is What 's a great traueller by sea and land That doth suruey the world with curious eye And sees what wonders the Creators hand Wrought in the deepes in vales or mountaines hie Who doth not thinke this traueller doth lie Though he tell truth then what 's a greater shame For man to toile and get a liers name What is it to be rich and pile vp store To build great houses titling them our owne To haue abundance yet still couet more To rise by many wrong'd and ouerthrowne What is all this when it is truly knowne Misers oppresse build gather to this end For vnthrift heires to ruine spoile and spend What is it to be great in peoples eyes And to be puft vp with their bubble praise What is the issue of their vulgar cries Their songs and rimes and high applauding layes Here 's onely all it shortens honors dayes Whom the rude greete with shouts and garlicke breath The mightie hate and hasten vnto death What is it to be faire and so composed That being earth we yet seeme angeline To haue in vs all beauties grace inclosed And Venus fooles account vs most diuine What is the end to be thus goodly fine On beauties brow is this inscription plac'd T is rare to find a person faire and chast What is it to be any thing indeed That mortals in their dull conceits commend What is it on the worlds delights to feed And haue each vanitie on vs attend Euen nothing all for here 's of all the end As we were borne with teares to liue in paine Death comes with sighes and takes vs hence againe A summe of good desires GReat God which hast al wisdome at commanding Be in my head inspire my vnderstanding Almightie God the obiect of true light Be thou director of mine eyes and sight Dread God whose word is sacred and diuine Be in my mouth and guide this tongue of mine Mercifull God the fulnesse of all grace Be in my heart and purge that filthy place Eternall God on whom I whole depend Be at my last departing and mine end Times Epigramme STep Caesar on earths stage and act thy part Shew now what monarch of the world thou art Let Alexander
But rather with my heart I craue The liue child wholy let her haue Nay but sayes tother to the King As thou hast spoke performe the thing Nor mine nor thine let it remaine But share it equall twixt vs twaine Then said the King the babe shall liue And to the mother I it giue Which I am sure thou canst not bee Because no kindnesse rests in thee Cruell Queene Iezabel turned vnto dogges meate WHat terror is my spirit vexed in How doth Reuenge sound dolefull to mine eares My soule 's pursude with that same crying sin Of murther Naboth fils my thoughts with feares There is no horror like a troubled mind As I accursed Iezabel do find Reuenge for bloud I heare continuall sound Till vengeance comes thus will it euer crie My soule is lost to get a little ground I caus'd the guiltlesse man causlesse to die I wrote a letter in my husbands name And onely I the wicked plot did frame By my aduice a fast there was pretended And Naboth plac'd amongst the chiefest then Being suddenly accus'd to haue offended By two suborned leud and diuellish men Who to the Elders did auouch this thing The Iezralite blasphem'd God and the king Vpon this slandrous false accusing breath He sentenc'd was to die with common voice And presently they stoned him to death Which I no sooner heard but did reioyce And went to Ahab saying Ioyfull be The vineyard now is thine I le giue it thee Going to take possession of the same He meeteth with Elias by the way Sent from the Lord who tels him in his name Hearke bloudie purchaser what God doth say Hast thou both kil'd and got possession too For this thy sin marke what the Lord will doo Euen in the place where dogs did licke the bloud Of Naboth to whose vineyard thou mak'st claime Euen in that place the Lord hath thought it good That dogs shall with thy bloud performe the same Euill on thee and on thy seed shall fall From thee to him makes water gainst the wall And for thy wife thus saith the God of power Since she hath wrought such euill in his eyes Dogges shall the flesh of Iezabel deuoure When by the citie wals her carcase lies In Iezrael it shall be shortly seene That dogs shall eate thy proud and painted Queene Which punishment reuenging Iehu wrought In rooting out the house of Ahab quite Ioram he slue and caused to be brought Vnto the plot of ground was Naboths right Then to the citie did in triumph ride Where me most wretched murdresse hee spide My face was painted euen as pride would haue it My head attyr'd to vanities content Thus at a window I did stand to braue it Said Iehu who is there to my side bent With that were chamberlaines at hand lookt out The instruments to bring my death about He bad them throw me downe and so they did They sent me with a vengeance to the ground My blood dasht out my life was sodaine rid Deuouring dogs my flesh had quickly found And with a Queene they fild their paunches full Leauing but palmes of hands my feete and scull The measuring of mans life by Dauids span THreescore and ten the age and life of man In holy Dauids eyes seem'd but a span For halfe that time is lost and spent in sleepe So onely thirty fiue for vse we keepe Then dayes of youth must be abated all Wise Salomon childhood and youth doth call But vanitie meere vanitie he sayes All that doth passe vs in our infant dayes Our time of age we take no pleasure in Our dayes of griefe we wish had neuer bin Then sleepe deducted youth and age and sorrow Onely a span is all thy life doth borrow Mans Salue being wounded by temtatiō Is to remember Christ his passion THe wounds that Iesus suffred for my sin Are mouthes that cry Oh loue him with thy heart The thornes that pierced through his sacred skin Are tongues pronouncing Loue is his desert The tort'ring whips that did to anguish moue him Are echoes sounding Wretched sinner loue him There is no losse that griefe can get againe But losse of grace sorrow may grace attaine Salomons good houswife in the 31. of his Prouerbs HE that a gracious wife doth find Whose life puts vertue chiefe in vre One of the right good houswife kind That man may well himselfe assure And boasting say that he hath found The richest treasure on the ground Who so enioyeth such a loue Let him resolue with hearts consent She euer constantly will proue A carefull nurse want to preuent With diligence and painfull heed Preuenting tast of beggars need And while she liues will still procure By true and faithfull industrie T' increase his wealth and to insure His state in all securitie To seeke his quiet worke his ease And for a world no way displease Her houshold folke from sloth to keepe She will endeuour with good heed At worke more wakefull then asleepe With flaxe and stuffe which houswiues need To be employd her hands also The way to worke will others show Her wit a common wealth containes Of needments for her houshold store And like a ship her selfe explaines That riches brings from forraine shore Ariuing with a bounteous hand Dispearsing treasure to the land Before the day she will arise To order things and to prouide What may her family suffice That they at labour may abide If she haue land no paine shall want To purchase vines set sow and plant No honest labour shee le omit In ought she can attaine vnto But will endeuour strength and wit Adding the vtmost she can do And if that profit comes about By night her candle goes not out A willing hand to the distrest She lends and is a chearefull giuer Come winters cold and frostie guest When idle huswiues quake and quiuer She and her houshold's cloathed well The weathers hardnesse to expell Her skill doth worke faire tapistrie With linnen furnish'd of the best Her needle workes do beautifie And she in scarlet costly drest When Senators assembled be Her husbands honor there shall see Her spinning shall her store increase The finest cloth shall yeeld her gaine And daily profit shall not cease Which her vnidle hands maintaine Her clothing shall her worth expresse And Honors yeares her end possesse Her mouth shall neuer opened be But wisedome will proceede from it And such mild gracious words yeelds shee Sweetnesse vpon her tongue doth sit In age she will her care addresse To eate no bread of idlenesse Her children shall their dutie show Most reuerent to her all their life Her husband blesse that he did know The time to meete with such a wife And vttring foorth his happinesse Her vertues in this wise expresse I know t' is true that more then one Good huswife there is to be found But I may say that thou alone Aboue all women dost abound Yea I protest in all my dayes Thou art the first and thee I le praise