MACHIVELS' DOG.  

MY d●gged Muse where hast thou dwelled so long,  
Or hide thyself from this sad heart of mine?  
That longs to hear there sing that deadly song.  
That Sorrow set unto that soul of thine?  
Where tired spirits, that in torments dwell,  
Find how the Devil turns the world to hell.   

Dost thou not see, except thou wilt be blind,  
How life hath lost the notes of nature's love:  
And wisdoms words are held but as a wind,  
Where Machavilians matchless villains prove,  
And Tigers, Foxes, wolves and Owls, and Apes,  
Began the world in shows of human shapes.   

Say truth good dog, and do not spare to bark,  
But snarl and snap at every snea●ing thief.  
Let not a Cur go lee●ing 〈◊〉 the dark,  
But show thy kind, bough 〈◊〉 a dog be brief;  
Lie at the door, give warning to th● house,  
Scratch out a flea and 〈…〉 for a ●ow●●   

study no terms of stained Eloquence,  
But speak as plainly, as a paved floor:  
Give pride the height of sins pre-eminence:  
And bid the Pander keep the Lechers door:  
And let the flatterer be the Slingthrifts guest,  
And lock the Miser's heart up in his chest.   

Bristle thyself up at a beastly slave,  
That cares for nothing, but to feed on fat:  
And cast a leer at such a lurking knave,  
As pries about thee like a prowling Cat:  
And if the Fox come near thy Chickens pen,  
Run at the Rogue, and course him to his den.   

But if thou chance to 〈◊〉 the Lion roar,  
Lie down and couch, there is no looking out:  
But if thou meetest a Bull or a wild Boar,  
Beware the horn, and come not near the snout:  
For other cattle, horse, or Mare, or Ass,  
Come not too near their heels, and let them pass.   

Be plain and honest, do not swear and lie,  
Nor complement with cap, and crouch and knee,  
Nor like a Baby run away and cry,  
For fear to look upon a Humble Bee:  
Love no extremes in neither heat nor cold,  
And make no treasure of ill gotten gold.   

Do not persuade a foul ill favoured slut:  
She is as fair as Venus' forehead cloth:  
Nor stand to teach a Sparrow to keep Cut:  
Nor dwell all day upon a dish of broth:  
But do thy business that thou art about,  
And when 'tis midnight put the candle out.   

Stand, strut and stout, and do not wag the tail  
At every fillip of a fiddling friend,  
Bark at a Cow that kicketh down her pail,  
And make no banquet of a pudding's end:  
Call not a knave a knight, nor clown a king,  
In rules of reason, 'tis a rascal thing.   

For birds, let not the Crane pick out thine eyes,  
Nor let the Parat teach thee how to prate:  
Nor fill thy paunch too full of Woodcocks pies,  
Nor let Madge Howlat make thee watch too late:  
Nor let the Cuckoo teach thee how to sing,  
Nor with the Buzzard, make too low a wing,   

For Fishes do not swallow like the Whale;  
Nor like a Crayfish creep into a hole:  
Learn of the Dolphin how to keep his scale,  
But do not swim among the Herrings shoal:  
L●●●ie of the Fl●oke to sto●t, but with the flood,  
  

But whether runnest thou Counter with thy scent,  
Back take the wind, and beat it out again:  
The Hare is gone, thou knowest not where she went,  
List, how the hounds do ply it on the plain,  
Well far the kennel makes the merry eye,  
Ha, good old Tibbe, 'tis pity thou shouldst die.   

But leave this hunting, let us fall to play  
At Cards or Dice, or some such pretty sport.  
With merrcy tricks to pass the time away.  
While idle spirits do but long and short,  
But so, that in the end we may find out,  
How Gamesters bring their golden world about.   

Take up the Cards, and give the Coats their places,  
Honour the Kings, be subject to their sword,  
Bow to the Queens, do reverence to their Graces,  
But use the Knaves, but as the time affords:  
Where, rhough the knave of Clubs be called the chief,  
An other knave may be as close a thief.   

Sort out the suits, together lay the Tricks,  
Note a Bumcarde, and how to stop at need,  
The Hearts are spotted, Diamonds are but pricks,  
His time ill spent, that happens best to speed.  
The Spades are broken, and the C●● 〈◊〉 rotten,  
●nd by the small Cards ●●thin●●   

But what shall be our game? Primero? Gleek?  
Or one and thirty, Bone ace, or new Cut,  
Or Maw, or Ruff, or Trump, what do you leek?  
Or Post and Pair, or put and under put:  
All one to me, no Card can come across:  
Who hath no money, hath no fear of loss.   

But let us think upon a gallant game,  
Primero? yea, there let us set our rest:  
Prime in his nature hath a Princely name:  
And Hero bears his honour with the best,  
Oh royal grounds that such a game begun,  
Blessed be the Fathers christendo such a son.   

But it is costly to apply this play?  
A good adventure shows no idle vain:  
For when the stake is at the lowest stay,  
A happy Prime will make all whole again,  
Then deal the Cards, and happy be his time,  
That sets his fortune on so fair a Prime.   

Enough of this, now let us go to Gleek:  
Fair play, and square, l●t●'● have no falling out.  
Look to your hand, and have no brains to seek:  
For dotage often comes home with a flo●●  
And 〈…〉 this ●b●●●●ion make,  
  

But let me see, who speaks unto the Ruff?  
Who vies it? he that hath the happiest suit:  
But pack no Cards, for that deserves the cuff,  
And ever let the standers by be mute:  
For many a time, a blind and simple eye,  
May lose much money by the standers by.   

But deal the cards, a mournivall of Aceses,  
Welcome poor spots that makes the Player's rich,  
And better welcome then those painted faces,  
That lay a Lordship in a dirty ditch:  
But what? are all the stakes up? then away,  
And let us fall upon some other play.   

Give over Gleek, a set or two at Maw:  
The Knave five fingers, and the Ace of Hearts:  
It was a Clown that first devised the law,  
That Peasants so should come to play their parts,  
And baseness so about the Game should bring,  
A knave should take the stake up from the king.   

And truth to tell, I cannot well digest,  
These heaves and helps, and livings after loss,  
For when the game sometimes is at the best,  
A baggage card may hap to come a cross,  
●nd make the Gamester fret, and swear and curse,  
〈◊〉 leave him never a penny i● his ●urse.   

Then let us leave this Maw, and go to R●ffe,  
Honour the King, the Queen, and the Knave too:  
But yet me seems it smells of Country stuff,  
A Knight, unto a Knave should honour do,  
Yet, if the Cards such fortune him allot,  
If that it be his due, deny him not.   

But, for I see, some hidden note doth rest,  
Of base Ambition in a Peasant's pride:  
To give a Knave such honour though in jest,  
I mean at Cards, when Trump is on his side,  
Cast up the Cards, the Tricks together put:  
And leaving Ruff, let's fall upon New Cut.   

New Cut, indeed, let's see no juggling Cut,  
But he that hits the game upon the head,  
May in his bag the money closely put,  
While other Gamesters may go bare to bed:  
But, whatsoever Card you play upon,  
Take heed of going out, for then all's gone.   

So farewell New Cut, and to be you pleased,  
A pretty game to get into the hole:  
Lose a good Card, and by an Ace be eased,  
A lingering sport, the last man wins the goal:  
A pretty note, for many an eye to make,  
Wh● holds out ●o● 〈…〉   

But leaving Cards, let's go to dice awhile,  
To Passage, Treitrippe, Hazard or Mumchaunce:  
But subtle Mates will simple minds beguile:  
And blind their eyes with many a blincking glance:  
Oh, cogs and stops, and such like devilish tricks,  
Full many a purse of gold and silver picks.   

And therefore first, for hazard, he that list,  
And passeth not, putteth many to a blank:  
And trip without a Treye makes had I witted  
To sit and mourn among the sleeper's rank.  
And for Mumchance, how ere the chance do fall,  
You must be mum for fear of marring all.   

But since I see that both at Cards and Dice,  
There is such cogging, stopping, cutting, striking,  
Where poor Repentance pays so dear a prize,  
For want of wit, in idle wantoness liking:  
I care not, if I quite give over play:  
And ●et my wits to work some other way.   

Then let us go to gardning, planting sowing,  
And turning up of pasture grounds for grain:  
But in soul weather herbs may have ill growing,  
And in fat grounds, ill weeds grow up amain,  
●nd many a time doth many a poor man furde  
●●eld of corn all blasted with a ●in●●   

Then leave the Plough, and take the Merchant's trade,  
And set our fortunes upon ebbs and floods;  
Alas, a poor cold reckoning will be made,  
When Seas or Pirates swallow up the goods,  
And he that sets his state upon a wind,  
May look before, and see his haps behind.   

What? shall we then be Lawyers? out alas,  
It is a fearful clog of conscience,  
To see a poor man from his right to pass,  
When in the proof of truths experience,  
A quitidy, a quirk, a word, a point,  
May put a long joyed title out of joint.   

Shall we be Soldiers then? but, to what end?  
unchristian comfort is the fruit of blood:  
Better keep inward with a faithful friend,  
Then purchase foes for any private good:  
And better prey that quarrels all may cease,  
And say, God save the holder's up of peace.   

What? shall we then be Gallants? and go gay?  
L●ue easily, feed, and sit, and sleep or talk,  
Or study, how to throw our wealth away?  
Or with a wanton make an idle walk?  
No, think upon the Proverb often told,  
A careless 〈…〉   

What? shall we then be Scholars? ply our books?  
Alas, poor learning hath but little Grace:  
And, we that want the gold and silver hooks,  
Shall hardly hit upon a happy place,  
Yet let us love all holy heavenly lines,  
And wish them honour that are true Divines.   

What? shall we then be men of Art and Skill,  
And by our Physic to preferments climb?  
No, a mistaken or distempered pill,  
May bring a man to death before his time,  
Yet, let us love all Noble Studients  
That cure, but do not kill their Patients.   

What? shall we then go learn to play and sing,  
And study Music in a merty Note?  
No, heavy strains do come from that heart's string,  
That makes a living of a Livery coat:  
Yet, let us love those Angelic sweet voices,  
Whose silver sounds, the sorry heart rejoices.   

What? shall we then become close Alkemists,  
And study the Philosophers fair stone?  
Oh no, I see a sight of had I wists,  
Do weep for silver when their gold is gone:  
●●ope Noddy, never was there such an other,  
〈◊〉 make a cozen of a simple brother.   

What shall we then do? somewhat must be done,  
Of Idleness comes nought but Ignorance:  
The Ditchers daughters and the Hedgers son,  
Must make no marriage at a Morris dance:  
But if that she can sow, and he can reap,  
The Ric may hap to make a pretty heap.   

But to the purpose: What shall we go do?  
Make love, and learn to tell a lie by Art:  
Oh no, it is an idle thing to woo,  
And, on an eye to throw away a heart:  
It shows, the brain lies ill within the head,  
That works all day to bring a fool to bed.   

Yet, let us think on something for our good,  
The world protesteth against Idleness:  
The Cuckoo finds a means to hatch her brood,  
Although she cheat the Sparrows simpleness.  
But, since that Nature so her course hath run,  
It is no matter, it must needs be done.   

By laughing, now there is but little got:  
jesters and jugglers may go walk the Fair:  
Beggars are looked at, as men knew them not,  
The younger brother seldom proves the heir,  
And yet sometimes it doth unhapply hit:  
The heir a fool, the younger hath the wit,   

What shall we then? turn fools when all is done;  
Laugh, wear long coats, and sing, and eat far meat:  
Fellow my Master, dandle his young son,  
And tell my Mistress, who the fool did beat,  
That she may chide her wenches every one,  
For meddling with her fool, when she was gone.   

Or, shall we turn brave Pirates? scour the Seas,  
And rob, and kill, and drown, or hang at last:  
Oh no, that course doth not mine humour please,  
Of all conceits, I like no halter cast:  
For in the end, this fortune follows them,  
The Sea, the Gallows, or hell swallows them.   

What shall we then do? speak once like a Dog,  
Shall we turn Poets? prove Satirical?  
And call an Ass, an Ass, a Hog, a Hog?  
Say holla, horse, and to a jade, ho Ball:  
Be libel knaves, and fools unto their faces.  
Oh no, I love no pleading in such cases.   

What? shall we then turn Brokers, Usurers?  
And strip the needy to their naked skins,  
Or secret B●ibers, or Extortioners?  
Oh no, God bless us from such devilish sins.  
What? shall we then be Colliers? dig for Coals?  
Oh no, great dangers are in dirty holes.   

What shall we then do? we must not be idle;  
Go teach a Spaniel, how to fetch a Duck:  
Or how to ride a Colt without a bridle,  
Or a young Nurse, to give a Baby suck?  
Oh no, these are but idle toys and trifles,  
And there is nothing to be got with Nifles.   

Writ Epitaphs upon the death of dogs?  
And say, here lies a good old sucking Cur;  
Cut rusty faces out of rotten logs:  
And of an Owls skin, make an Ape a fur?  
Or teach a Bird to whistle in a Cage.  
Or bear a Bride Cup at a marriage?   

Or sing new Ballads? or make country games;  
Or set up sights were never seen before?  
Make Epigrams or Anagrams of names;  
Or learn the healing of a festered sore?  
Learn any practice that may gather pelf:  
But if thou love me, do not hang thyself.   

Bring up a Cat to hunt a Mouse dry foot,  
Or teach a Squirrel how to climb a reed,  
A Scar crow in a garden how to shoot,  
Or a blind Harper; how a song to read:  
Or how a flea may scape the finger's ends,  
Or how a louse may l●●● among his friends.   

But, canst thou do no good with cats and dogs?  
Turn Rat-catcher, and lay for rats and mice:  
For, 'tis but idle to go fish for frogs,  
And beggars get but little by their louse:  
And Pandarism is so poor a trade,  
That none but beggars bargain for a jade.   

But, do not bite so softly, make them smart,  
Tell john a Nods he is no Gentleman:  
And give the Rogue the whip, the Whore the cart,  
And turn the fool to his Maid Marian:  
And tell the Hobby horse he is an Ass,  
And old Tom Piper but an Owliglasse.   

And tell the Wittol, that doth wear the horn,  
He is a Rascal, be he near so rich.  
And jilian justice in her proudest scorn,  
jane Shore her sister, died but in a ditch:  
And jacke a Lent that looks above the Moon,  
His breakfast hath been brought him after noon.   

Tell Tom a Lin, that holds the world with tales,  
A jester, and a jacke, are cozen jarmines':  
And he that trade's for nuts, must take the shells:  
And Coney-keepers must lay traps for vermins:  
And he that goes a fishing for a Flooke,  
〈…〉 be do not lose his hook.   

And when the painted Image of ill thought,  
Shall see how Age shall shrivel up her skin,  
And she shall see her cunning come to nought:  
When nature was but nourished up with sin:  
Oh, in what fright will her poor spirit dwell,  
When she shall serve for Kitchen stuff in hell.   

And when the Bawd that fills the golden bags,  
But with the fruit of Nature's excrements,  
Shall at her death behold those rotten rags,  
That shall become her richest ornaments,  
How will her spirits fret, and ban and curse,  
When she shall serve to be the devils nurse.   

And so good Dog, lie down and take thy rest,  
The beggars all are going home to bed:  
Each little bird is nuzling in her nest:  
And every horned beast gins to cast the head,  
And every Mouse into her hose is gone,  
And thou hast little left to think upon.   

For if it be, as I do hope it is,  
The world is come unto a happy pass:  
Kindness lets no man know what thing is his:  
The Horse is grown so inward with the Ass,  
And love is grown so g●●●● 〈◊〉 friend 〈…〉.  
  

The coast is clear, there are no knaves abroad,  
The Cuckoo hushed, and cannot sing a note:  
The Owl is hid within the ivy todde,  
And jacke a Lent hath cast his lively cote,  
The Miller gone to the Market with his Mare,  
And cleanly wenches quickly sell their hair.   

There is no swearing now, but yea and nay,  
And Conscience now determines every case:  
And charity is so in every way,  
That every Beggar dare to show his face:  
And beauty is so courteous, and so kind:  
That every man for money knows her mind.   

And honesty is wondrously beloved;  
And simple Truth is held a blessed soul,  
And patience almost every where approved.  
And virtue writ up in ●he ●nly roll,  
And Time so well employed to profits use,  
That where no fault is; there needs no excuse.   

The rich men love to hear the poor men's prayers,  
And poor men love to take the rich-men's p●●ce:  
The wise and learned sit in judgements chairs  
And thieves and murderers hangs for their offence,  
And men and women do● 〈…〉  
  

Tell William Woodcock with his winking eyes,  
He is a fool for all his show of wit:  
And Laurence Lobcock, that he prates and lies  
Of his pied Beagle, and his Sorrel Titte:  
And David Dogbolt, with his boasting brags,  
The Hangman is his Tailor for his Rags.   

Tell Peter Pudding; with his paltry stuff,  
His wealth is all but in a peddlers pack:  
And Saunder Huff cap, with his Ruff and Snuff,  
The Tinker's boy is but a bragging jacke,  
And Signior Spruce that smooths it like a Bride,  
He makes himself the laughing stock of pride.   

Tell Captain To spot with his Tarlton's cut,  
His swaggering will not get him sixteen pence:  
And Susan Slapsauce she is but a slut:  
For all her powder of experience,  
And Stabbing Stinckard with his mincing mouse,  
The Hangman meets him at the Session's house.   

Tell Slovenista that doth lie and sleep.  
He breeds but filthy blood to fatten fleas:  
And drunken Dick that lays his brains in steep,  
The dropsy is a horrible disease,  
And Barnaby that goo● 〈◊〉 ●awdy Squire,  
A cup of sack, 〈…〉 Nose on fire.   

Tell Rag a Muffin that doth rap out oaths,  
The Cutpurse swears to keep him company:  
When Tyburn shall uncase them of their clothes,  
And make an end of all their villainy,  
While old Madge Howlat, and young Malkin Spooner  
Will weep for sorrow, they were hanged no sooner.   

And tell old Gregory with his grumbling chaps,  
He shall not bear a penny to his grave:  
And if he do not, look to after claps:  
He may hap know, what 'tis to be a knave:  
When he shall lie in deadly gripes and groans,  
To see the devil come to gnaw his bones.   

And tell fine princking Parnell of Picked hatch,  
The Surgeon says, that she is past all cure:  
And though she cozened a poor silly patch,  
To bring a buzzard to a bawdy lure:  
Yet now, both town and country knows her tricks,  
She may go seek the hedge for rotten sticks,   

And tell old Tibbe, that dwells in Turnhole street,  
Her name hath been in Bridewell long ago;  
And for her breath it is so pocky sweet,  
That all her teeth are rotten on a roe:  
And for her tongue the Clerk of Cl●●ken well,  
●●●e shall be sent for, for chief scol● in hell.   

And tell that ilfaced whore of Islington,  
She poisons all that come but near her breath,  
And brings a world unto confusion:  
For, who comes near her, comes upon his death,  
And if he scape the plague the pox will have him,  
And if the devil take him who shall save him.   

Tell shame faced sheeps head with his rubies blush,  
He cannot make a curtsy handsomely:  
And, all his Rhetoric is not worth a Rush,  
Because he tells his tale ill-favouredly:  
And, for his mistress, she can not abide him,  
Because she sees the fool so often ride him.   

And, tell the Pander that doth purchase lands,  
Out of the lust of filthy lechery;  
When, he shall fall into the devils hands:  
To feel the venom of loves treachery:  
Besmearde all with the excrements of nature:  
He shall in hell, be the most horrid creature.   

And tell the Lecher that doth take delight,  
To ferret all day at a Coneyhole:  
And makes the night his day, the day his night,  
When lack of warmth shall make him blow the coal,  
After the pox hath here confound his bones:  
His soul shall ●●ue in ●●●ing ●ones.   

Tell Clownifista with his clouted shoes,  
His cobbling craft will prove him but a knave,  
When that his nose is in the devils noose,  
His soul in hell shall serve but for a slave,  
Within the sink of all the filth of sin,  
To dig up holes to throw the damned in.   

And tell the overglutted Epicure,  
Whose ease delighteth but in fat and froth,  
When he in hell shall hourly toil endure,  
And have his wages in unwholesome broth.  
When boiling lead shall do his guts no good,  
When he shall starve or gnaw his flesh for food.   

Be sullen, louvre, and scowl at knaves, and fools,  
That walking come by thee like men of worth:  
And send the scolds unto the cucking stools:  
And bring the beggars with their wallets forth:  
And sweep the streets from all the cheating mates,  
And take heed of the horn beasts in the gates.   

Run all about among the rascal people,  
And beat the beggars from the rich men's doors,  
And go from Charing Cross unto Paul's steeple,  
And cleanse the streets of all the knaves and whores,  
Kill all the dogs for fear of their faction,  
And send the idle rogues unto direction.   

Scour all the coasts, Kent street and Clarken well,  
Wapping, East Smithfield, Chick lane & Turnhole street  
Pickthatche, the Spittle, Shoreditch, and Halliwell;  
And all the by-lanes where the Bawds do meet:  
And Tuttill street, S. Giles and Islington:  
And make a step over to Newington,   

All scolding Allies, and such scurvy places;  
And take them as thou findest them every where:  
Bring out the Punks with all their pocky faces,  
The purple, tawny, round and russer hair,  
Set up a stake, and bring the Refuse thither,  
And make a Bonfire of them all together.   

Make much of none, but true kind hearted wenches,  
That would be honest, if they could tell how,  
But meddle with no great ones on their benches,  
For fear of worse hurt than a broken brow:  
Yet if thou see'st a knack of knavery go  
Think what thou list, although thou say not so.   

Bark at a Traitor, sawn not on a thief,  
Tell them the halter hangs right in their way:  
And tell the Butcher when he buys his beef,  
The horns may help to make the hide away,  
And watch the least good fortune may befall,  
For greedy hounds will have the devil and all.   

Or, with Diogenes, go seek and see,  
If by a Lantern, and a Candle light:  
Thou canst find out where there may hidden be:  
One honest man from wicked worldlings sight:  
Or make a Survey of old Timon's trees:  
Whether the pocky whores have paid their fees.   

rail at the world, and hate it to the death,  
And s●y it is but patience Purgatory:  
A c●●●red mouth that gives a cursed breath:  
That sounds but sorrow, death, and misery:  
Where he that can in his best sense conceive it:  
Thinks himself never happy, till he leave it.   

But for the virtuous, either high or low:  
Honour and love them, though thou dost not know them:  
But for the vicious, let the villains go:  
Down to the hell, a blast of whirlwind blow them:  
Yet wish them not to hell, but somewhat better:  
Although thou knowest they be the Hangman's debtor.   

Fret till the flesh be bare unto the bones,  
To see thy spirit so thy body spend:  
Sigh, sob, and swell, with such deep inward groans,  
As heart would burst, to see thou canst not mend:  
Not mend a slender hurt, nor little pain:  
But heart all broke, that cannot heal again,   

By't hard thy lips, and shake thy troubled head,  
And grate thy teeth until thy gums do bleed:  
And look as lumpish as a piece of lead,  
And speak to no man, but to serve thy need,  
Walk by thyself, and seek no company,  
And hate the thought of hellish villainy.   

For, let rich Midas be a golden ass,  
And like a toad, a dogged tyrant swell:  
And judas with his poisoned spirit pass,  
With all the cursed damned crew to hell:  
Love thou thy God, and for the godly prey:  
And so, with all the world make holy day.   

If that thou see a Beggar grow to wealth,  
Mark how he gets it, and so give him grace:  
If honestly, regard him, if by stealth  
Of villainy, wish him a viler place,  
And yet alas, in charity pray for him:  
Hell may not have him, though the heavens abhor him.   

And put on patience, for it is but vain  
To fret and fume, and chafe, and play the fool:  
Let us go fall upon some finer strain,  
And bring our wits unto some better school:  
Entreat a little, it may breed● good blood,  
See if fair words will I 〈◊〉 the world to good.   

Entreat all knaves to turn, all honest men,  
And honest men they will be honest still:  
Entreat no Cock to tread his neighbour's hen:  
But let the Turtles kindly sit and bill:  
Entreat the Tinker, better stop his holes,  
And Grim the Colier give us better coals,   

Entreat the shepherd that doth shear his sheep,  
He will not clip too low, to cut the skin:  
And bid his woman that she do not weep,  
Because the mouse hath been within her Been:  
Her husband will not feel it in his purse,  
And sift the meal, the bread is near the worse.   

Entreat the Geese and Ganders hold their peace,  
There is not one wise word among them all:  
And all the alley scolds, their brawling cease,  
For 'tis a filthy thing to scold and brawl:  
And all fair wenches that are beauties flowrse,  
They will not be the devils Paramours.   

Entreat the Asses for to leave their braying,  
The Peacock that he will not stoop his tail:  
And mad young wenches for to leave their maying:  
The milk maid that she look unto her pail:  
The Stallion horse, he do not beat the mare,  
And greedy hounds they do not kill the hare.   

Now fie on fools cap, here's a dish of drink,  
To choke a dog, let all these toys alone:  
Let us ourselves of somewhat else bethink,  
That yet may do some good when all is gone:  
That though our bodies our of frame are grown,  
Our spirits yet may not be overthrown.   

Then let us leave the world and go to Church,  
And turn all Preachers true and holy men?  
And while the Knave doth give the fool the lurch.  
And plotters writ, with an ungodly pen:  
Let us deliver by the word of truth,  
The way to heaven, both unto age and youth.   

Yea, let us read the rules of sacred life,  
Persuade the troubled soul to patience:  
The husband's care, and comfort to the wife:  
The child and servant, due obedience,  
Faith to the friend, and to the neighbour peace,  
That love may live, and suits at law may cease.   

Pray for the health of all that are diseased,  
Confession unto all that are convicted:  
And patience unto all that are displeased,  
And comfort unto all that are afflicted,  
And mercy unto all that have offended,  
And Grace to all, that all may be amended,   

Pray for the King, the Queen, and Country's health,  
Their royal Issue, and their Peers of State:  
The Council, Clergy, and the common wealth,  
That no misfortune may their bliss abate.  
But that th'almighty so his Church will cherish,  
That not a member of his love may perish.   

To King and Queen give Rights of Royalty,  
And for their virtues give them worthy praise:  
Grace to the Prince, the Subject loyalty,  
That all together may have happy days,  
The Council wisdom, and the Commons wealth,  
The virtuous honour, and the gracious health.   

Inveigh against all vile iniquity,  
But chide the sinner with no bitter check:  
But so persuade him with such piety,  
That on the block he may lay down his neck,  
And at the stroke of death such comfort find,  
As mercy gives to a repentant mind.   

Come by the proud with, Lucifer's great fall,  
And lay down Dinah at the unchaste door,  
The irreligious with the life of Paul,  
Who once converted, never fell no more,  
The painted face with wicked jezabel,  
And the rich Churl with Dives deep in hell.   

Come by the fine, but fond conceited wit,  
With Herod's and in all his Eloquence:  
And tell the frantic in a furious fit,  
Of cursed Saul, in his impatience,  
With Ananiah, touch ill conscience,  
And bribing hands with 〈◊〉 thirty pence.   

Come by the judge that gives Injustice doom,  
With Pilat's fear of Cesar, more than God:  
And bid the Tyrant look on Nero's tomb,  
Whose flesh an earth with worms doth make abode:  
While deep in hell, his soul doth feel the smart  
Of a proud tyrants bloody wicked heart.   

Tell them that murmur at heavens Majesty,  
Of Corah, Dathan, and abiram's death:  
And finely touch the tongue of blasphemy,  
With huge Goliath in his hellish breath:  
And bid the murderer look on Abel's blood,  
When tears nor prayers, Cain did any good.   

And tell the powerful in their highest places,  
That mercy is the grace of majesty:  
And from the poor the proud that turn their faces,  
Shall find the fruits of their Impiety.  
When deafened hellish ears, and blinded eyes,  
Will see no tears, nor hear the damned cries   

Allure the world to charitable love,  
And show the comfort of a christian peace:  
And seek the sweetness in the soul to prove:  
How patience, virtue makes all passions cease,  
In humble, faithful, careful, constant, kind,  
Set down the notes of a true noble mind.   

Bid virgins follow all the Virgin Mary:  
And men their Master Christ in all his merits:  
And men and women all their selves so carry,  
That they may show true hearts and christian spirits,  
In mildness, meekness, and loves lowliness,  
Set down the notes of nature's happiness.   

Give beauty warning of a wanton eye,  
And riches warning of a wretched mind:  
And Honour warning of Indignity,  
And aged eyes from being Cupid blind:  
And power a warning of the fall of pride.  
And pray, the gracious may in grace abide.   

And show the curses threatened upon sin,  
The blessings on obedience unto grace:  
And how the cursed here their hell begin,  
Whose tears nor prayers in mercy have no place:  
And how the blessed here begin to taste  
The joys of heaven that shall for ever last.   

Wish every King to have King David's heart,  
And every Queen, the Queen of Sheb●s wit:  
And every Council, salomon's best part  
Of understanding, for a kingdom sit,  
And every Lady, fair Rebecca● face,  
And every Virgin, the wise Virgin's grace.   

And every Soldier, josuahs' true spirit,  
And every Scholar Aaron's Eloquence,  
And every Miser, wicked Di●●● merit:  
And every poor man Io●● true patience,  
And every Lawyer Moses humanly mind  
And every Merchant of Zac●●● kind.   

Do not with Esau him of or Venison  
And sell thy birthright for a mess of po●ge:  
Lest jacob steal away thy B●●●on.  
When Isaac falls upon the years of ●otag●:  
But be a joseph in the time of heed  
To good old jacob, and his blessed seed.   

Be Abraham in his sons sacrifice,  
And follow Lo● in his loves homeliness,  
Like Solomon be in thy judgement wise,  
And jonathan in friendship faithfulness,  
Like Henoch make thy ●o●● 〈◊〉 love;  
And with Eliah live 〈…〉   

Be both a Priest, a Prophet and a King,  
A Priest to make thy heart a Sacrifice,  
A Prophet to declare the way to bring  
The blessed Spirit unto Paradise,  
A King to rule thyself with such direction,  
Thy soul may keep thy body in subjection.   

Oh kill not Conscience with a cruel letter,  
Yet let the Atheist have but little hope  
And count the false Professor little be●●er,  
That for dissembling doth deser●●● the rope,  
For cleanly Cook●● do more it is a ●●●th,  
That filthy water makes 〈◊〉 ●o ●efo●●e b●●●●●.   

And make no monster member of the Church,  
Nor take ill counsel of Achitophel:  
Nor let illusion give thy soul the lurch,  
To lead thy heart into the sink of hell,  
Teach humble love, hate all ambition's pride,  
And shroud thy virtues under Gra●s side.   

And diet not with Holofor●es drink,  
But join with judith in her joyful strength,  
Let Dalila, not make stout S●mpson wink,  
Lest the Philistints fall on thee at length,  
No Solomon be led by Phara●● ●●l●i●●,  
●est by the flesh, the spirit be b●●●●lde.   

Know, what and when, and where, and how to speak  
Bee fearful, how thou dost thy God offend:  
A virtuous vow, take heed thou dost not break,  
And Mercies pleasure, patiently a●en●  
Love no man for his purse, 〈◊〉 for his place:  
But for his wit, his virtue and his grace.   

Be wisely careful, but not covetous,  
For Conscience wo●●e, will make a mortal wound,  
And be devout, but not Idolatrous:  
For, that both soul and body will confound:  
Be kindly loving, 〈…〉 lecherous,  
For that in, nature is most impious,   

To idle things accustom not thy thought:  
And tremble at the word of Blasphemy:  
With vain persuasions, 〈…〉 wrought,  
And keep thy tongue from 〈◊〉 Infamy;  
Hold back thy hand from all unlawful action;  
And wean thy Spirit from ungodly faction.   

Care not to read except to understand,  
And let thy learning teach thee how to live:  
With perfect care let every course be scanned;  
And spare to spend, that thou mayest have to give,  
Think no man happy o● 〈…〉 Stage,  
Where death and 〈…〉; make a marriage   

pry not into the faults of priu●●● 〈◊〉  
To lay them open to their ●●eed sh●●●●;  
Nor strike a dash with a false deadly pe●●e,  
To kill the credit of an honest na●e;  
And for the simple, use no ●●btil●●ai●●●,  
But pity the afflicted in their pains.   

Flatter not folly with ●n idle faith,  
Nor let earth stand upon her own desert;  
But show what wisdom in the scripture saith,  
The fruitful hand doth show the ●●thful ●art,  
Believe the Word, and th●● to ●●nd thy will,  
And teach obedience for a blessed 〈◊〉   

Let not the beauteous, nor the ri●h be proud,  
Nor aged wanton, nor the youthful wild;  
For in the rules of Grace, 〈◊〉 not allowed,  
And graceless h●●ts, are all from heaven ewald:  
Let valour nor be cruel, wi●●● kind,  
Nor base conceits corrupt a no●le mind.   

But do not rave, nor rail, 〈◊〉 sta●●●or stare,  
As if thy care would go to ●●ffes with sin:  
But show how mercy doth repentance spar●,  
Whilst working faith doth heavenly favour win,  
And loves obedience to the 〈◊〉 d●●h pr●●e,  
The chosen soul, that God doth chief love.   

Chide ●inners, as the Father doth his child,  
And keep them in the awe of loving fear:  
Make sin most hateful, but in words be nice,  
That humble patience may the better hear;  
And wounded conscience may receive relief,  
When true repentance pleade● the sinner's grief.   

Throw not the sinner headlong to damnation,  
Nor fright the faithful with a cursed fear;  
But win Repentance unto Reformation,  
And teach the Christian, how his cross to bear,  
Give comfort in thy Cares instruction,  
To save the faithful from the soul's destruction.   

heal the Infect of sin with oil of grace,  
And wash the soul with true contritions tears,  
And when Confession shows her heavy case,  
Deliver faith from all Infernal fears,  
That when high justice threat●●● sin with death,  
Mercy again, may give Repentance breath.   

Yet flatter not the fowl delight of sin,  
But make it loathsome in the eye of love;  
And seek the heart with holy c●res to win,  
To work the best way for the souls be ●●ue?  
So teach, so live, that both 〈…〉 deed,  
The would 〈…〉   

Time hath a course, that Nature cannot stay,  
For youth must die, or come to doting age:  
What is our life on earth? but as a play,  
Where many a part doth come upon the Stage,  
Rich, poor, wise, fond, fair, fowl, and great, and small  
And old, and young, death makes an end of all.   

Where he that makes his life a Comedy,  
To laugh and sing, and talk away the Time:  
Shall find it in the end a Tragedy,  
When mournful bells, will make no merry chime,  
When sad despair shall fear infernal evil,  
While Sin and death; are Agents for the Devil.   

Oh when the rich, and greedy Miser dies,  
While fearful visions will his soul affright?  
And keep his heart in hellish miseries,  
To look upon so many a fearful sight,  
When Pride, oppression, Avarice and Theft,  
Of hope, of mercy, hath the foul bereft.   

And when the Murderer that delights in blood,  
Shall feel his heart to have a mortal wound:  
And grieves to look upon ill gotten good,  
While guilty conscience runs his care a ground:  
What will he do? when truth his soul shall tell,  
A tyrant's blood shall make a broth in hell.