it is his best If that thy wife be old thy Daughters yong And faire of face and of a fluent tongue If by her sutors siluer may be had Beare with small faults the good will help the bad Be not too seuere time may mend their faults He is a foole before a cripple haults Or he that findes a fault where gaine comes in T is pittie but his cheekes should e're looke thin What though thou know'st that vice do gaine it all Will vertue helpe when thou begin'st to fall This is no world for vertuous men to thriue T is worke enough to keepe thy selfe aliue Let Wife and Daughters loue to make thee wealthie Thou know'st that gold will seeke to make thee healthie If thy Maid-seruants be kinde hearted wenches And closely make kinde bargins on the benches Let them haue libertie loue and pleasure All these are helpes to bring in thy treasure Let them laugh and be merrie it yeelds content Theil'e humor all till all their coyne is spent If by their pleasures may thy profit grow Winke at a wanton who hath not been so Make loue to twentie wenches in one day But let no poore lasse leade thy heart away For that 's in vaine thy labour then is lost Such idle loue can neuer quit thy cost It brings a charge and sends a heauie clog And makes thy life as seruile as a dog From house to house thou shalt be haunted then And cleane exempt from the Loue of men A plague that 's worse shee 's iealous euer-more This is the true course of a loue that 's poore Or if by chance her Husband wealth doth gaine Shee straight growes proude which is a beastly vaine Thus wealth and ease cannot with such agree Then let them passe my Sonne be rul'de by me But where thou find'st good store of land or gold There lay closely to purchase a free-hold Clap her a boord and brauely hoise vp saile Shoot her in the poop Duck haue at thy taile The prize is thine owne thou hast got it faire Thou must be briefe then in getting an heire And be not squemish at a nice conceipt That may perswade thee from a pleasing baite Stand not like a Woodcocke sneking in the cold But set it out with a grace and be bold To make thy selfe simple with shew of want Or that thy meanes at all grow verie scant Godnight Nichole thy friends will be packing Or by vilde disgrace thy credit racking These are the pleasures of a poore estate Be rich then if thou can'st possibly hate Keep good clothes on thy backe and neately weare them What want soeuer comes do not pawne them For once being gotten in the Deuils iawes He will surely keepe them in with his pawes If thy Apparell be something clenly Though in thy purse thou hast neu'r a penny Men may in some measure yet esteeme thee And a farther grace happily giue thee Doe not seeme base though penilesse thou art But looke about of whom to get a part Then make much of that and keepe it closely Seeke for treasure and keep it wisely Get all contentment that the world can giue For after death who knoweth how we liue Strange things are spoken and beleeue the best And leaue the worst I leaue thee to the rest Stumble not at a straw nor leape o're a block Leaue not things at randome keep all vnder lock Things may be missing but when t is gone It is a common speech that they saw none Be finding still but let thy losse be small Yet haue respect vnto thy selfe with all Be not among'st Theeues but when thou find'st them sharing Nor with a miserable wretch that 's sparing Come not neere a Brothell house for letchery Those damned Queanes are full of trecherie Part not a fray except thou find'st great reason Go not ill shâ—d in a winter season Be not to forwards to go in the raine Except it be for profit or thy gaine When sicknesse comes few friends are euer found Looke to thy selfe that thou be whole and sound And be not carelesse which way thou dost walke Nor care too much with idle braines to talke Come not within the verdict of a Iury Nor yet neere a Tyrant in his fury Giue faire words to the watch the 'il let thee passe Giue the Constable thankes thinke him an Asse Promise mony when thou passest through the Gate But on my blessing neuer let him h'ate Beare with a Tapster though his cans be frothie But raile on a Broker whose clothes are mothie Carmen and Porters are approued And most Watermen are very dogged Yet giue them faire words if thou canst gaine them Else bid Deri say Lord haue mercy on them What though thy Horse by the Hostler is nipt It is a true Hostler that hath not so been tript But to make him amends run in his score If thou pai'st him I le counsell thee no more Bailiffes and Seriants keepe without their reach And without the verge of a priuie search Auoide warrants they are dangerous things Looke to thy profit that some comfort brings Plot for a pudding or peece of souce The slie Cat would not watch but for the Mouse The Fox would neuer hunt but for his prey And work-men but for gaine would play all day It is this wealth this profit and this gaine That makes the Labourer sing away his paine It makes Widowes forget their Husbands lately dead It is the cause they so soone againe doe wed If thou wo'st a Widow in time begin Or else thy woing is not worth a pin If thou be slow to speake as one I knew Thou would'st assure thy selfe my counsels true He to late finding her vpon her knees In Church where yet her Husbands coorse she sees Hearing the Sermon at his funerall Longing to behold his buriall This Sutor being toucht with inward loue Approched neere his louely sute to moue Then stooping downe he whispered in her eare Saying he bore her loue as might appeare In that so soone he shewed his loue vnto her Before any else did approach to woe her A lasse saith she your labour is in vaine Last night a Husband I did entertaine Yet your kinde offer I take in good part And had entertain'd you with all my heart If you had come in any time vnto me But he at my Husbands death did woe me Then speake in time if profit comes thereby Or else many dangers therein may lie If thou be rich and hat'st anothers pride That he may go on foot while thou do'st ride Finde meanes to feed his swelling humor so That high conceit may aboue compasse go Till Fortunes frownes his folly so doth checke That Male-content may after breake his necke Then lay in for his Lands his goods and place But still be sure to keepe thy selfe in grace There are many rubs twixt thee and the Iacke Therefore throw home thy cast and be not slacke Yet out-throw it not least thou loose the cast So Standers by will
drinke no Wine Small beere must suffice aye and say t is well Wine must be kept for Diues going to Hell This slender care of pouertie is had Which doth inforce them euer to be sad And walke abroad for sorrowes recreation Or starue himselfe or feed on contemplation Sorrowes companion and all forlorne And of euery Creature held in scorne His head hanges downe his armes lockt one in one To none but hilles and echoes make his mone Resounding care a heauie dolefull breath No better pillow then his mother earth Speaking to the aire as to a friend That should his miserie some comfort send Make cursie to the shadow of any food And glad to get a looke or halfe a word Blush and fall backe when gaie folke comes in place And start to looke a Ladie in the face Talke to the ayre where no man list to heare him Or plod alone where no man will come neare him Dispaire is all his food to nourish bloud A fearefull state hard to be vnderstood What grieuous hell is want affecting still A hungrie heart a hungrie soule to kill What woe is want where no man will releeue A poore distressed soule that still doth grieue And thus recording of a heauie care He feeds perhaps vpon a hungrie fare Till that some good Knight or learned Gentleman That will not be a Machauillian But can make vse of afflicted braines And gather profit from their toyling paines May hap to grace him with his countenance Giue him a blew coate and a cognizance An old cast doublet or a paire of boots Feed him with browne bread small beere hearbes and roots And now and then perhaps a peece of meate That scarce a man would giue a Dogge to eate Or after happily some good seruice done Make him Tutor to his yongest Sonne Laugh at those Beggers speake in scorne of pelse Care thou for nothing but to inrich thy selfe For truth reports that dolts of thriftie intreat If thou be rich thou quickly mai'st be great Why then thou shalt be sought vnto and praisd ' And many waies to dignities be raisd ' Thy name shall be extold by Poets Pen And brauely attended on by Seruing-men Bookes shall be dedicated to thy worth To aduance thy glorie thy fame set forth Thou shalt be wise and plac'st in Iustice to Though thou want will all this thy wealth can do Thinke no man wise but he that gathers wealth And keep the diet that preserues the health Doe not with Gluttons feed though they woe thee Nor with Drunkards vse though they pay for thee If thou be with a Glutton at a feast He 'll wish thee choked if thou feed on the best And eye thee too and thinke thou do'st him wrong To eat one bit that to his chops belong Let Gluttons grease their dogs alone for thee They are not for thy profit take that of me Drunkards are vilde but not so ill as those Hee like a braue Bully cheares vp his nose With a rich colour set with pearles and stones Whiles Gluttons hungrie chaps make clean the bones He 'll call his neighbour in and make him drinke A Glutton like a beast doth beastly stinke Of any ill the least is to be chused Yet best of all when all is quite refused With good aduice menage so thy doings That thou be not troubled much with loosings Trauell with ease take heede of taking cold And next to God take comfort in thy gold Commit no secrets to thy second selfe For neuer yet was Ape but plaide the Elfe To womens trust t' is paine to trust vpon Greatest secrets from them are soonest gone Their closets cannot hold a thing forbidden Yet desires to know a thing that 's hidden Their nature's very weake their frailties much Thei 'l loue him very well that is exceeding rich Set snares for Wodcocks pitfales for small birds And catch a foole with nothing but faire words Kill not a flie and let a flea alone That sucks the blood and neuer hurts the bone File not thy fingers with a filthie slut And ride not often on a gald backt Cut. Keepe not a Curre that no good profit yeelds A lurching Dog will range about the fields Feare not a shadow but auoide a danger And keepe not a Iade at racke and manger Which will quite eat thee out of house home Thy selfe remaine a dunce a very mome With ridiculous termes thou shalt be scoft Thy lodging cold in the streetes very oft Perswade no Prince from his choice of pleasure Nor a rich man from his loue of treasure For if thou with Monarkes meddle to farre It must perforce procure a mightie iarre Or if thou prie but neere a rich mans chest To him thou shalt be an vnwelcome guest But if he be rich whatso'ere he be Seeme in thine honour to be iust as he If he be poore then let him beg alone It is a trade that few grow rich vpon The best Beggers are accounted idle Riding a stumbler hold fast the bridle A Souldiers wants these daies hath seldome aide To follow warres it makes men much dismaide Though ventering life and goods with losse of limmes What rich Domesticall a man esteemes At this returne his worth though were so great Scarse giue a looke or scarce a bit of meat If such worthy men shall want deseruing this Looke not thou for comfort in distresse Keepe thou at home as home-bred slaues do vse Whose cankered hearts bright honor doth abuse And feede on fat like Lubbers take their ease Let those that list attempt to crosse the Seas When Diues loue is only in his wealth When toiling Lazers counted nought but filth Greiuous vnto all horror t' is to see Delight in gold as these else shalt thou be Learne to know Kingdomes Nations and their natures Their lawes their iudgements Male and femall creatures And how their wealth doth grow by Warre or peace And how their quarrels grew and how they seace How they may be offended or defended And how their states begun and which way ended But in all noates noate this of all How thou mai'st rise whoeuer hap to fall Let thy Religion be of what sort it will Be thou of that Sect seeke to humour still Do not with a shamefa'st bashfulnesse do it But with a manly courage runne through it As if to such Sects thou had'st beene euer bred By which meanes thou mai'st be the better fed If thou hast a partner in thy stock And both your wealthes do rest vnder one lock And if thy partner ride abroad for pleasure And put thy faith in trust with all his treasure At his returne doe vpon quarrels stand When thou hast got his wealth into thy hand Say in accounts he hath deceiued thee Although thou know'st no such matter be Seeme exceeding earnest and speake aloud No maruell though of late you were so proud Must my purse needs be thus at your command T is very true you haue made a faire hand Thus raile
doth of poyson sauour And all that to such vildnesse bends their courses Are left comfortlesse without remorses Machiauels rules let Machiauels read Loue to thy God his spirit be thy speede His loue is richer then siluer or gold His home is Paradice the surest hold His promise is sure for euer iust And t' is the surest hope that thou canst trust Thy Ancor being cast vpon that shore Thy cable will hold fast for euermore Loue not the world to leaue true vertues loue Least to thy destruction it after proue The worlds loue is but faire fansies flower Though seeming rich yet wanting richest power Taxe no mans name in any euill matter But like a Christian pray for euery creature Charitably wishing well to men The like rewards shall come to thee againe Let no mans name at all be wrong'd by thee The worsest euill euer thine will be When infamies thou raisest on thy brother Be sure gainst thee thou shalt receiue none other Such measure as thou meatest to thee is giuen He liues vprightly that keeps all euen But by good indeauour it may be gain'd Hate Vice the only meanes it is obtain'd To be free from euill speech a Christians care Be a louer of Vertue Vice forbeare Be sorrie for the euill thou hast done And go on with the good thou hast begunne A heart that 's penitent true comfort findes To finde remorse the heauenly Lawes it bindes If thou beginnest any good then proceed Thou shalt finde it to be a blessed deed Pray for thy faith that it may faile thee neuer So if thou diest yet shalt thou liue for euer Then shalt thou be brough to vertues pallace To receiue the true comfort of thy solace And for thy paine thou didst indure heere Thou euermore shalt finde a plenteous yeere Where neither hunger cold nor any want Shall hinder ioyes or make thy pleasures scant This is the benefit of a vertuous life This is true vertues force to end all strife This is vertues garden full of flowers Though on earth she had many pinching houres This is vertues path rightly leades to blisse This is vertues gift his friends doth neuer misse This is vertues harbor voide of cares This is vertues bountie who neuer spares This is vertues pallace adorn'd with state This is vertues gift neuer comes too late This is vertues Parke infoulds her Deare This is vertues care who will not loose a haire This is vertues armes incircling round This is vertue which now her right hath found This is vertues walkes whose aire 's euer sweete This is vertue her friends doth kindly greete This is vertues Citty whose gates are fast Gainst all that of her name made spoile or wast This is vertues banket house feeding all This is vertue that heares the poore mans call This is vertue that lou'd her parents kind This is vertue that loue to all resign'd This is vertue releeuing friends in want This is vertue whose loue was neuer scant To any one that pouertie did respect Who neuer will such kindnesse once reiect But kindly seeke such kindnesse to requite And all her friends shall haue their due and right No cankered churles shall seeke to crosse her of her will But in her place she remaines as Empresse still Then seeke my Son to serue this Goddesse pure diuine Be houerly offring gifts vnto her sacred Shrine Doe not leaue her seruice for the worlds treasure Esteeme her paine aboue the chiefest pleasure Her paines are short her ioyes for euer lasting Her loue is deare her hate to sorrowes hasting With reuerence my childe kneele for her grace Sue by petition in any case And neuer rest till thou hast got her fauour And it will be double worth thy labour For thou such a Mistris shalt haue of her That for her seruants good none comes neere her She giues her Seruants old good meanes to liue When Vice her seruants out of doores doth driue She helps her Seruants in sicknesse and in health On such preferments she bestowes her wealth Then be true Seruant to such a Mistris Who at all times with willing heart releeues distresse Be mindefull of my words giuen out of loue And happy to thy Father thou wilt proue What in the beginning I did declare Was but to shew thee what vaine courses are That by the knowledge of them thou mightst beware How thou art caught in any vicious snare Make vse of them and wrest them to the best And thou shalt finde it yeelds thee quiet rest By any meanes do not to vaine humours grow Least that it quickly seeke thy ouerthrow Yeeld praise to God in his Lawes seeke to liue And at his pleasure he will all things fitting giue If thou find'st any thing written heere That may to thy comfort any way appeare T' is all that I craue or heart requireth Who only for thy chiefest good desireth If thankes thou wilt bestow thou seemest kinde If vnthankfull thou hast a churlish minde Sith all my labour is only for thy good Desiring that it be well vnderstood Which if thou doest thou shalt be still my Sonne Be true of heart what misery soeuer come First to God giue praise to Prince and Country true Thy Parents reuerence and so my Sonne adue Machiauels rules deny yet vse them as thy pleasure False hearted friends defie in all haue equall measure Vse all these to good intent and boldly say Thou maist with Vertue euermore keepe holiday FINIS
getting Few Lawyers griue at their Clients fretting To sue in Forma pauperis t' is in vaine When most Lawyers poore sutors do disdaine They must be humored sued and sought to still And all things else obedient to their will That this is true thou daily mai'st behold How deerely they esteeme a fee of gold Follow a Bishop with a world of praise And make him as the load-starre of the daies Admire him and extoll him to the skies But so that thou mai'st get a Benefies A good Vicarage Cure or some such As will returne thee profit small or much Looke too 't in time strike whiles the iron 's hot Vse no delay where wealth is to be got You know that seruice is no heritage What boot's a man to stand on parentage But looke to the maine chance ti 's that must hold He 's accounted well borne that hath much gold To serue in hope is but a Beggers fee And such rewards most Masters vse you see Or after two or three yeares seruice turne thee off And for thy seruice done bestow a scoff Or if perhaps thou serue till thou grow old Happie if an Almes-house thine age can hold This is the flinty course of this our age This is the time brings humors in a rage Then list in time serue not except for gaine Let Masters feele the toile of seruants paine Serue not those whose senses haue no feeling Or those that with leaden hands are giuing Applaude them not with courteous reuerence When they are so farre from due beneuolence Scorne his blew coate his cogniscence and all That shall reioice in a poore seruants fall Commend a Marchant honour his aduenture Who gets his wealth by danger not indenture Commend his trade his traffike and his truth The honour of his age and toile of youth Say how you haue heard him much commended And with worthy art himselfe defended Gainst forraine foes by Land and Seas And smoothly slipt it of himselfe to please But withall be sure to flatter soe That to thy purse some piece of monie groe Or on his boord thy trencher to be laid Or borrowed mony neuer to be paid And tell what-lack yee that he lackes no wit And for his head that he deserues to sit On higher seates then Church-wardens stooles For he hath more wit then a world of fooles But yet in feeding of his idle vaine Be sure to pick out some od priuie gaine It is a follie then to stand on nicenesse For that at such times is counted basenesse Thou must boldly looke vp and seeme merrie When profit comes in who can be wearie Refuse nothing that comes in any way It is a bad thing serues not another day A Rapier Dagger Stockings Bootes or Shooes Somewhat doth well though beggers must not chuse If one giue thee Venison what needest thou care How he came by it so it mend thy fare Stand not to question in any case He may thinke thou mean'st to seeke his disgrace By telling abroad to strangers vnknowne How he had Venison though none of his owne Alwaies looke to thy tongue no more but mum Euer be silent so any thing come Yet know thy time when to speake when to spare Keeping this course accounted very rare Tell Mistris minkes shee that keepes the shop Shee is a Ship that beares a gallant top Shee is a Lady for her louely face And her countenance hath a Princes grace And that her beautie hath inthrald thee soe Except shee yeelds remorse she workes thy woe Then cast thine eye vpon her beautious cheeke Protesting that thou neuer saw'st the like Her smooth forehead and her comely dressing Her louely Breasts cause loues increasing Her Iuorie teeth her lip and chin Her snow white hand the like was neuer seene Her leg and foote with her gate so comely Her apparels worne so neat and seemely Thus o're worne with care thou mai'st seeme to be Till thou hast made her proude herselfe to see Then she nods the head with smiling fauor That thou should'st bestow such loue vpon her Then bite the lip winke and hang the head And giue a sigh as though thy heart were dead And shew strange passions of affections sence That she may pittie loue sirreuerence Wishing her selfe worthy of thy fauor Which is a meanes to gaine some thing by her Thus let the issue of this cunning be That from her purse some profit come to thee A peece of Sattin Fustian or some Stuffe A Falling-band or a three Double-ruffe A Hat a Shirt a Cloake-cloath or a Ring Kniues Purses Gloues or some such prettie thing Some-what hath some sauour t' is this gaine That still inuention giues his sweetest vaine It cheares a body weake and comfort sends To any one that 's ill or voide of friends It brings the infant vp for want might pine Els Charity small comfort would resigne To middle age it nourisheth the blood And giues them all and all that may be good And aged men it luls them fast a sleepe Whose youth tooke care this pretious gem to keepe Be carefull then how thou keepe this by thee Least when thou wantest it quite forsake thee And leaue thee to wander still reiected My Boy looke too 't and seeke to preuent it Why tell a Cobler he is halfe a King When on his patches he can sit and sing And knock his last and whet his cutting knife There is no Kingdome to a merrie life A light heart lightly beares the bell away When mightie men findes cares though clothed gay But yet in telling of this idle tale Be sure at least to get a pot of Ale Or something else that hath a feeling sence Take any thing as part of recompence And seeme very thankfull till better comes Sith many small things ad to greater summes For this same nothing brings no world about Better play small game then be cleane shut out If that thy Wife be faire and thou but poore Let her stand like a picture at thy doore Where though she do but pick her fingers ends Faire eies fond lookes will gaine a world of friends Taske her not to worke if she be prettie Bid her forbeare her toyle makes thee pittie She may with ease haue meanes for greater gaines With rich rewards and pleasure for her paines Play at bo-peepe see me and see me not It comes off well that is so closely got And euermore say aye well fare the vent That paies the charges of the house and rent Come come t is no matter berul'd by this The finest Dames doth some times do amisse Yet walke demure like Puritans indeed And early rise to a Sermon for a need And make great shew of deuoutest praier When she only goes to meete her louer Turning backe poore foole defires the text She tels him any thing that commeth next And turning o're the leafe to reade the verse Scarse for laughing one word can rehearse But prettily turnes it off with some iest He beares with all he knowes
fall When parents counsell is thus reiected And their hourely care so much neglected Salomon saies smile not on thy daughter Least thou repent it euer after Then to sonnes and daughters let care be such That thou and they in vertue may be rich Seeme not to laugh at any vnseemly iest A meane in all in all is euer best And for thy seruants let no Belly swell A baudie house is but an earthly hell Keepe not an eye seruant within thy doore Which will but seeke to vexe thee euermore And scoffingly answere with taunting words A beastly tricke is all a Iade affords If that thou find'st a tell tale in thine house Be watching still as a Cat for a Mouse Such seruants can neuer be true nor iust Who backbites in secret such neuer trust Much discord by such is bred oft times When most themselues deserueth greatest crimes Be not familiar with seruants in any case But let them with dutie respect their place Giue but an inch they 'll quickly take an ell A wise tale to a foole t is vaine to tell In Law and Phisicke haue a conscience In making gaine of thy experience Least that thy Clients crie and Patients death Doe make thee crie out in the hell beneath Where grieuous horrors shall still affright thee Let vertues loue euermore delight thee Which is a gaine sufficient for thy store A perfect ioy delightfull euermore By wicked plots doe not proule for pelfe Let thy soules care be neerest to thy selfe So shall all thy waies prosper and be free From thraldome want and great necessitie No woe shall once approch where vertue shines What needes thou care though vicious men repines Their blasts as bubbles soone doth passe away Themselues in little time comes to decay If thou be rich abandon wicked pride And doe not on the horse of Enuie ride Least he carry thee with an easie way Vnto thy ouerthrow and great decay Seeke not the well-deseruing to disgrace Nor put the vertuous spirit out of place And sooth no humors in an euill minde For poisned breath is of a poisned kinde And though to hurt a few to hurt a manie Be good yet better not the hurt of any What bootes small gaines when greater losse doth fall By such measure seeke not to get at all Be patient and wise in extremity Thou mai'st the sooner come to prosperitie As gentle dewes kindly cause flowers to spring Patience gaines content though misery be long Let truth in euery thing be thy companion And vice ore thee shall neuer get dominion Thou hast a bulwarke that defends thee And a trustie friend that treasure lends thee If that thy friend doe trust thee with his loue Vnto his trust doe not a Traitor proue Least he that seeth thy ill gotten treasure Do pay thee home with an euill meaten measure Though thy gaines be small and trauell great Thou art certaine to come to iudgement seat To receiue a guerdon due to thy deeds A blessed food that blessed creatures feeds Neuer wanting but still possest with store Which makes thee rich though seeming ne're so poore Be faithfull to thy Wife firme to thy friend And constant in Religion to the end Doe not humor euery Sect for priuate gaine It is a greiuous sinne a greeuous paine Against the holy Ghost a sinfull deed Then vse it not what euer be thy need Religion is sacred pure diuine It is a heauenly map a heauenly signe It is that burning lampe that shines so bright Being with truth receiued a true delight Seeke not thou to depraue religious truth Least thou increase thy paine and endlesse ruth For chiefest learning thereon is grounded And all errors from thence quite confounded Be rich and wise in this good wit my boy That death nor hell nor Diuell can destroy Let thy chiefest pleasure be to seeke that gaine That afterwards may neuer turne to paine Who so but for the present time doth care Oft times is inforst to be poore and beare And when those present pleasures past and gone As much the nere if he had ne're seene none Then Time to accompt doth call that folly Checking him for all those deeds vnholy How he his time so loosely spent in vaine Which being spent can ne're be had againe Then with ifts and ands he begins to say Had I knowne this fore time had past away I had preuented that which now I finde But time is past and thou tookst hold behinde Where nought remaines but a scull death portraiture As Time doth passe it is of all most sure To spend this precious time it is a woe Without regarding how the houres do goe When time makes full the houres of times accompt Asking how much the totall doth amount Then all ill times by time vntimely spent Shall by that time haue time then to repent But all too late sith time was once refus'd And time so deerely lost so much abus'd The date is out 't is true the Clocke hath strooke Time kindly offered all when all forsooke This gem of worth most pretious is to youth But their selfe-wils hates knowledge of the truth Which should bring their tender age vnto blisse The right way to that perfect happinesse Which would shew then how they should spend the day With due respect how to spend the time away Not by idlenesse or foolish fansies Subiect to many vicious mischances Which luls their age with pleasure fast asleepe Such pleasures they were better loose then keepe Tell thou the Clocke as houres doth passe away And thinke how time doth turne all flesh to clay Serue God thy King be to thy countrie true Liue till thou diest then bid the world adue But liue in that sort that thou diest with fame That after death men giue thee a good name Which as Cronicles may last for euer In liuing thus thy life endeth neuer Ifto thy King thou prouest vntrue vniust Who will afterwards giue thee any trust Then to thy Prince giue due obedience And to thy betters seemly reuerence So shall thy fame on earth be had in store And heauenly blessings giuen thee euermore Ifto Countrie thou hast a tretchers heart Thy words are worse then a deepe venom'd dart Swine eates the flowers then nusles vp the roote And none but beastly mindes will surely doo 't Or offer to spoile that by which they 'r bred Or betray the Country in which they 'r bred How manifest it is of such mens liues How their courses euermore basely thriues Some themselues vntimely death doth bring Others in griefe of conscience still mourning Some wandring heere some there in wofull griefe Others pining in streetes and wants releife Some starke mad doth run quite distract of all Others in vaine for comfort out doth call Some in forraine Countries desires a place But gnawing conscience brings them to disgrace Some with audacious face doth faine excuse But God cries vengeance gainst so vilde abuse Some to Magistrates will sue for fauour But poysned hearts