Looke to it: for, Ile stabbe ye

Looke to it : FOR , I le Stabbe ye .

Imprinted at London by E. Allde for W. Ferbrand , and George Loftes , and are to be solde in Popes-head Allie . 1604.

THere is a Humour vs'd of late , By eue'ry Rascall swagg'ring mate , To giue the Stabbe : I le Stabbe ( sayes hee ) Him that dares take the wall of me . If you to pledge a health denie , Out comes his Poniard ; there you lie . If his Tabacco you dispraise , He sweares , a Stabbe shal end your daies . If you demaund the Debt he owes , Into your guts his Dagger goes . Death seeing this , doth take his Dart , and he performes the Stabbing part . he spareth none , be who it will : his lisence is the World to kill . S. R.

Deaths great and generall Challenge . I Do defie the World and all therein , My challenge at the Scepter doth begin : Downe to the Plough Swaine , come who dare in place , Set foote to mine , and looke me in the face . My flesh and fat , doth make no burlie show , A raw-b●ne fellow , all the World doth know . To deale at sundry Weapons , J refuse , As Fencers ( when they play their prizes ) vse : Of Sword and Dagger I haue little skill : Rapier I neuer wore , nor neuer will . My sight is very bad to haue about , For I le assure you both mine Eyes be out ▪ But at the Irish Dart J onely deale : Whose Hart I hit , I nere knew Surgeon heale . My Horse is pale , well pac'd ; I neuer shoo-him , Sainct Georges Gelding was a ●ade vnto-him , I would ride often , when I goe on foot , But there 's no Shoo-maker can fit me ' a Boote .

Deaths Prologue to his Tragicall Stabbe . TO no degree or facultie , I do intende offence ; Al those I threaten heere to stab , & send the wretches hence Are such , as tremble when they heare , what fatall Stab I giue , For though I kill both good and bad , all creatures that do liue , The good are neuer terrified with any power I haue : I open the them Doore of life , the chiefest thing they craue . But to the wicked gracelesse sort , most fearefull appeare , Because I sende them to a place , doth passe all torments heere . To them the name of Death seems Death , Oh t is a fearful sound For of the hope of life to come , they want assured ground , From this bad World vnto a worse , I send them forth to dwell I am the Iaylor , leading them vnto the vault of Hell . Good newes vnto the good J bring : but to the wicked , euill : Because I send the one to God , the other to the Deuill . Such as feare God , they feare not me , but bid me do my worst If any finde himselfe agreeu'd , i le stabbe that fellow first .

Tyrant Kinges . YOu high Imperious crowne-contending Kings , Who for Earth's glory ( not Religions good ) Turne humane bodies into bloudy springs , And die the ground with slaught'red christians blood That for the gayning of an earthly Crowne , Will tosse a spatious Kingdome vpside downe . You that deuorce the husbands from their wiues , By fatall warre , the endlesse foe to peace : you that denye poore new-borne Babes their liues , and will not graunt sweet life an howers lease : That care not how , or by what meanes you raigne , So you the golden Crowne and Scepter gaine . I le Stabbe yee .

Wicked Magistrates . NObles and Iudges , mightie men on Earth , That carelesse cast the sword of Iustice by ▪ And let your pleasures surfeit in their myrth , Not lending poore mens Plaints , eare , hand , nor eye : Suff'ring the Iust vniustly be opprest , When the oppressor liues at ease and rest . Forgetting God , whom you should represent , In all the actions of your publique place : Yeelding the world your hartes , with full consent , To gather Mammon , hoording wealth apace . You that nere thinke your selues must once appeere To giue account how you haue Iudged heere : I le Stabbe yee .

Curious Diuines . DIuines , that are together by the eares , Puft vp , high-minded , seedes men of dissention , Striuing vntill Christes seame-lesse garments teares , Making the Scriptures follow your inuention , Neglecting that , whereon the soule should feede : Imployde in that , whereof soules haue no neede . Curious in thinges you neede not stir about , Such as concerne not matter of saluation : Giuing offence to them that are without : Vpon whose weaknes you should haue compassion , Causing the good to grieue , the bad reioyce ; Yet you with Martha , make the worser choyce . I le Stabbe yee .

Couetous Lawyers . LAwyers that wrest the Law to your affection , To fauour , or disfauour , as you please : And keepe your Clyants purses in subiection , Till some doe get Peirce pennylesse disease : Nor caring how their cause do stand or fall , So you your selues get golde to rise withall . That whyle you deale with Angels , serue the Deuill , Because you banish Conscience out of towne , Couetousnesse , you knowe's a damned euill ; And yet you wrap it with you in your Gowne . You that with if's with and 's , demurrs , delayes , Bring Causes in consumptions and decayes . I le Stabbe yee .

Vp-start Courtier . COurtier , whose hart with pride , so mighty growes , thou wilt not to thy Father mooue thy Hat , because he weares a paire of ruslet Hose , Thy Veluet Breeches looke awry at that : Nay , ere he shall disgrace thee , thou wilt rather Sweare by the Lord , that he is not thy Father . You that deny the stocke from whence you came , thrusting your selfe into some Gentle kin , you that will giue your selfe an other name , Which must not from an old Thatcht-house begin . you that will haue an Armes shall grace you too , Though your poore Father cobled many a Shoo. I le Stabbe yee .

Wealthye Cittizens . YOu Cittizens that are of Diues wealth , His costly cloathing , and his dainty fare , Regarding nothing but selfe-ease and health : How euer Lazarus lyes poore and bare : your Dogges are not so kinde to licke their sores , But rather serue to bite them from your dores . You that do make your Tables Poulters stalles , Great prouocation to the sinfull flesh : And though the famish'd , hunger-starued calles For Iesus sake , with Crummes our wantes refresh : Your Dishes haue the food for which they cry : You play with that , for which they pine and die . I le Stabbe yee .

Greedy Vsurer . THou Fur-gown'd slaue , exceeding rich and olde Ready to be deuowred of the Graue : Thou that wilt sell a soule , to purchase Gold , And gold , still gold , nothing but golde dost craue : Thou most extreame hard-harted cruell wretch , Whome Hell gapes for ; the Deuill comes to fetch . Thou that wilt not forbeare an howers time , But wilt a forfayture seueerely take : Thou that by crueltie to wealth dost clyme , And threatnest Dice of poore mens bones to make , Hauing that rustie gold vpon thy hand , For which , there 's thousandes perish in the land . I le stabbe yee .

Cursed Swearers . THou that dost take Gods holy name in vaine , Which is of wondrous feare and reuerence , Thou that reprou'd , wilt vtter Oathes againe , To grieue him , that admonish'd thy offence . Thou that wilt say , He that 's agreeu'd with swearing , May stop his eares or get him out of hearing . Thou that wilt sweare a truth , not to be so , And sweare that which is false , to be most trew , Thou that wilt vow most absolute to know , That which thy conscience knowes thou neuer knew . Thou that wilt sweare , thou car'est not what thou swearest because the deuil and thy tongue are nearest . I le stabbe yee .

Phisitions of the Quacksaluers crew . DOctor , or rather Dunce , that purge with Pill , Vntill that siluer haue a cleane Purgation : You Artlesse Bussard , that abuse the skill , Of Learned men , deseruing reputation . You that had neuer Doctorship in Schooles , But got your grace from women or from Fooles . You base . Quacksaluer in a Common wealth . That practize Phisicke out of olde wiues tales , you that can make them sicke which haue their health And learne by Almanackes , to pare your Nayles . You that can tell what signe is best affected To picke ones Teeth , or haue his Beard corrected . I le Stabbe yee .

Gentlemen of base broode . GAllant that takes the Altitudes on hie , and like a Fawk'ners Hawke do hood your wife , Giuing those golden Angels leaue to flye , your Father kept close prisoners all his life : you that are Sonne to him that held the Plow , Transform'd by Gold , into a Gentle now . You that are Fashions spie , and Humors Ape , A silken Asse , a very Veluet Clowne : A perfect Gull , that lets no Fashions scape , To swagger it in London , vp and downe . you that within a suite of Cyuit dwell , And Garlike was your Fathers onely smell . I le Stabbe yee .

Counterfayte Captaine . YOu Captine mouse-trap , growne a desperat stabber You that will put your Poniard in mens guts : You that last Voyage , were no more but swabber , Yet you cracke Blades as men cracke Hasel-nuts , You that try all your manhood with a Puncke , And fight most brauely when you are most drunke : You that protest the Feather in your Hat , came from a Countesse Fanne by way of fauour : Your Rapier , why the great Turke gaue you that For mightie monst'rous Marshal-like behauiour ▪ You that weare Scarfs and Gart'rings for your hose , Made all of Ancients , taken from your foes . I le Stab yee .

Dissembling Souldier YOu Sirha , that vsurpe a Souldiers name , Vaunting your selfe a Thunder-bolt of Warres , Vowing that euery ioynt you haue is lame , By piercing Bullets , bloudy woundes , and scarres : You that some hundred men at once withstood , And fought most brauely to the knees in blood . You that haue slaine more men by breake of day , Then could haue graues digg'd for them in a weeke , You that haue made your foes to run away , Starke naked , when their breeches were to seeke : You that haue compass'd all the earth's globe round , Yet neuer trod a step from English ground , I le Stab yee .

Vnkinde Parents . PArentes , which so vnnaturall are growne , That for your Children you will not prouide Becomming so obdurate to your owne , With hardned heartes you can them not abide , But to a stranger will extend more good , then to the ofspring of your blood . You that in rage and fury , most vnkinde , Will vtter Curses where you ought to blesse : For which God often yeeldeth to your minde , and sayes Amen , to wished ill successe . You that from all humanitie haue ceast , Man-like in shape , in manners but a beast . I le Stabbe yee .

Disobedient Children . CHildren that most vndutifull doe liue , Forgetting what the Law of God commaundes : You that no reuerence to your parents giue , But follow that which with your fancie stands , That onely like the Prodigall , will spend , But come not home ( as he did ) to amend . You that propound your selues vnthriftie wayes , And will not vnto sound aduise consent : you that doe runne like Follies witles strayes , Vntill some prison teach you to repent you that liue as you please , do what you list , and admonition vtterly resist . I le Stabbe yee .

Drunkard . YOu filthy slaues , whom I do often see , sleeping in Tauerns on the benches drunke : That will haue full carowses come to thee , Till with the liquors lading thou art sunke . Then fill vs Boy one quart of Charnico , To drinke a health to Dicke before we goe , You that will drinke Reynaldo vnto death : The Dane , that would carowse out of his Boote , and quaffe an hundred Flemings out of breath , Laying as many French-men vnder foote : you that no other course obserue and keepe , But either drinking , drunke , or els a sleepe . I le Stabbe you .

Periurers . VIllaine , that runn'st the ready way to Hell , and neuer art at home , till thou com'st there , Base slaue that for base Bribes thy soule wilt sell , And any thing wilt vndertake to sweare . Thou carest not for God , nor mans law feares , Vntill the Pillorie bite off both thine eares . Thou that dost make thy tongue a Serpents sting , To wound and hurt the Innocent withall : Thou that confusion to thy selfe dost bring , And wilfull wilt into perdition fall : Thou that art knowne amongst the best and most , and Officer of Hell , Knight of the Post . I le Stabbe you

God-lesse Athists . THou damned Athist , thou incarnate Deuill , That doest deny his power which did create thee : a Villaine apt for euery kinde of euill , And all the eyes in heauen and earth do hate thee . That mak'st account when thou shalt breathlesse lie , Thy soule and bodie like a beast do die . That Pharoa like dar'st aske what fellow 's God ? Esteeming sacred Scriptures , to be vaine ▪ And that the dead in earth shall make abode , and neuer rise from out their graues againe : That say'st ; eate , drinke , be merrie , take delight : Swagger out day , and Reuell all the night . I le Stabbe thee .

Miserable Marchant MArchant , that doest ende●our all thy daies , To get commodities for priuate gaine : Caring no whit by what synister wayes , Nor by what hazard , trauell , toyle , or paine : Neuer respecting other mens hard crosses , So thou mayst sell decrepen-worths by their losses . Thou that doest couet all in thine owne hand , and for another let him sincke or swim : Thou that hast blessinges both by Sea and Land , Giuen by God , yet neuer thankest him : thou that with carefull nights doest breake thy sleepe ; to gather wealth , which long thou canst not keepe . I le Stabbe thee .

Deceitfull Artificers . ARtificers , and Crafts-men of all trades , That deale by craft in selling and in bying : You that with falshood often times perswades Men to giue credite to vntrueth and lying : That care not , so your ware content the eye , Though your owne Father be deceiu'd thereby . You that protest to vse a man most kind , And serue him that , shall well be worth his mony , When he that tryes you , shall be sure to finde The deedes proue Gall , & words containe the Hony . You that are out-side goodly protestations , But all the in-side false dissimulations . I le Stabbe yee .

Wretched Husband-man . YOu Husband-men that heape & hord vp Corne , And neuer laugh , but when it waxeth deere : You whom the poore do wish had nere bin borne , Because you famish and vndo them heere . You that an Almanacke still beare about , To search and finde the rainy weather out . You that at plentie euermore repine , And hang your selues for griefe , to see the same . You that will weepe when as the Sunne doth shine , And sigh to heare but of faire-weathers name . You that for nothing but deare yeeres do pray , To Gentleman your Sonnes , another day . I le Stabbe yee .

Swaggring Ruffian . YOu Swagg'rer , with your Hat without a band , Your head beshagg'd with nittie lowsie lockes ▪ You that vpon Tabacco vertue stand , Your only soueraigne Medcine for the Pockes You that weare Bootes , and Ginglers at your heeles , Yet when you ride , your coatch hath but two wheeles . You that will meete one by the high-way side , And sweare Gods woundes , Deliuer me thy purse . You that for Bawdy houses do prouide , Though many honest true men speed the worse . You that will cousen , cheat , tobbe , kill , and steale , Till for your cloathes , Hangman and Broker deale . I le Stabbe yee .

Proud Gentlewomen YOu Gentle-puppets of the proudest size , That are like Horses , troubled with the Fashions , Not caring how you do your selues disguise , In sinfull shameles , Hels abhominations . You whom the Deuill ( Prides father ) doth perswade To paint your face , & mende the worke God made . You with the Hood , the Falling-band , and Ruffe , The Moncky-wast , the breeching like a Beare : The Perriwig ▪ the Maske , the Fanne , the Muffe , The Bodkin , and the Bussard in your heare : You Veluet-cambricke-silken-feather'd toy , That with your pride , do all the world annoy . I le Stabbe yee .

Odious Quarreler . YOu Sir , that are so quarrelous by nature , That you scorne all men , be they what they will : Tearming each one a cowardly base creature , That will not sweare and curse , stab , fight , and kill . You that will challenge any to the feelde , Vowing while you can stand , neuer to yeelde . You that without any offence at all , Will shoulder him you meete vpon the way . You that ( by wounds and blood ) will haue the wall , Eu'en in despight of him that dare say nay . You that inhumane , brutish , most vncyuill , Professe your selfe a Champion for the Deuill . I le Stabbe you .

Disloyall Traytor . FAlse harted Traytor , bred of Iudas kinde , Sent from the Furies , about Helles affayres : That vnto mischiefe wholy art inclin'd , And neither for thy soule nor body cares : Thou that with Sinon wishest Troy might burne , To serue and fit the Deuill , thy Maisters turne . Thou that doest plot and practise gainst the state , And Gods Annoynted dar'st with treason touch . Thou that can'st to thy Soueraigne be ingrate , Whom thou art dearely bound to honour much : I le fyle no handes vpon thee ; I abhorre thee , But I le giue order to the Hangman for-thee .

Filthy Pander . YOu scuruie fellow , in the Brokers suite , A Sattin Doublet , fac'd with Greace and Ale , That of the art of Bawdry can'st dispute , To picke a lyuing from a damn'd Whores tayle . Thou that within thy Table hast set downe , The names of all the Squirils in the towne . Thou that can'st holde a Fanne , and keepe a Dore , And offer any Constable the stabbe : Thou that about the streetes can'st walke a Whore , And bring her vnto him that wantes a Drabbe . Thou that art out-side horned like an Oxe , Thy in-side all Tabacco , and the Poxe . I le Stabbe thee .

Lease-mongers . REnt-raysing rascals , you that care not how You do exact vpon the needy wretch , That liue euen on the poore mans sweating brow , And from his painefull toyle , your ryches fetch : Early and late , his labours all are spent , To pay a churlish dogged Naball rent . You whom the Prophet curseth with a woe , House-mongers , that on earth would euer dwell : Grinding the poore , as their distresses shoe : And at the price of old Shooes do them sell . You that of Earth enough will neuer haue , Till soule in Hell , and body in the graue . I le Stabbe yee .

Adulterer . THou filthy fellow of a beastly life , Poluted both in body , and in minde : That breakest wedlocke with thy lawfull wife , And think'st all 's well , if thou the world canst blinde . Tut , Death ha's worke enough with other men , Hee le come when th' art an old man ; God knowes when . Tell thee of Iudgement , or of Gods displeasure , Why , thou wilt answere , He hath grace in store : And for Repentance , thou wilt finde some leasure , When Age will let thee follow Whores no more . Thou that wilt serue the Deuill with the best , And turne God to his leauings , and the rest . I le Stabbe thee .

Idle-huswife . FIne , neate , and curious mistris Butter flie , The Idle-toy to please an Idiots eye You that wish all Good-huswiues hang'd for why , Your dayes work 's done each morning when you rise Put on your Gowne , your Ruffe , your Masske , your Chaine Then dine & sup , & go to bed againe . You that will call your Husband Gull & Clowne , If he refuse to let you haue your will : You that will poute and lowere , and fret and frowne Vnlesse his purse be lauish open still . You that will haue it , get it how he can , Or he shall weare a Vulcans brow , poore man . I le Stabbe thee .

Prodigall Gallant . YOu Sir that haue your purse cram'd full of crownes The liuely picture of the Prodigall : That haue your mouth furnish'd with blood and woundes And come in Whores , Wine , Fidlers : you 'le pay all . You that are like the Dwarfe in Athens , right , Who in fiue dayes , spent's Patrimony quite . You that are churched once in seuen yeere , But in a Tauerne you could liue and die : You that haue your Ioy in Belly-cheere , In Dice , in Dauncing , and in Venerie . You that for pennance of your passed sinne , In Woodstreete , or the Poultry , meane to Inne . I le Stabbe thee .

Gluttone . YOu goodman Glutton , bellyed like a Butt , Fac'd like the North-windes picture in a Map : Thou with the neuer satisfied gutt , Whose life is eate , and drinke , and take a nap . Thou that if Wolner were aliue againe , Would'st eate more at a meale , then he in twaine . Thou most vnhealthy lothsome rauenous beast , That tak'st delight in nothing but excesse : And hast a nose to smell out any Feast : A brazen face to ceaze on euery messe , That vndertakest nothing with good-will , Vnlesse it be thy Pudding-house to fill . I le Stabbe thee .

Sooth-sayer , or Figure-flinger . YOu Cunning man , or rather co'sning Knaue , That will tell good-man Ninney of his Marc : Cysley , how many Husbandes she shall haue , Tom Carter , when the weather will be faire : My neighbour Powling , who hath found his Purse , And Ione his w●●● who did her Chickens curse . Whether a man shall haue a happy life , Whether a Louer shall his Loue enioy : Who shall die first , the husband or the wife ? Whether the childe vnborne , be girle or boy ? You that can fetch home Seruantes runne away , And finde out any Cattle gone astray . I le Stabbe yee .

My fine Dauncer . HEigh , w'on turne more , let 's see this Galliard out , I promise you the fellow doth it well : How nimbly at his trade he turnes about , At hopping vp and downe he doth excell : Well , let him daunce it out , and when t is done , A daunce twixt him and Death must be begun . You nimble skipiacke , turning on the toe , As though you had Gun-pouder in your tayle : You that do leape about and caper soe , Esteeming our old Country Daunces stale . You that do liue by shaking of the heele , By hopping , and by turning like a wheele . I le Stabbe yee .

Ieffery Make-shift . SHifter , that liues without a lawfull calling , And onely basenesse with your humor fittes , That cares not in what myschefe you are falling , But make an occupation of your wittes : You that haue alwayes cheating Dice in store , With , Come sweete Fiue , I holde yee sixe to foure . You that can cunningly in Cookes shops brawle , And shew your selfe in Chollers mighty heate : while your Consort steales Victuals from the stall , To finde your poore and needy stomacke meate . You that for all your diet with your Hoast , Do set your hand in Chalke vnto his Poast . I le Stabbe you .

Spend-thriftes , and ill Husbandes . YOu carelesse wretches of the wastfull vaine , That for your Families will not prouide : But liue in Idlenesse , and take no paine , Spending your owne , and other mens beside : That wife and children vtterly neglect , And to your seruantes neuer haue respect . You that do wish them hang'd , will purchase landes , Tearming him that spares Mony , worse then madde : You that commit your Stocke to Vitlers handes , With Tush , a merry Hart outliues a sadde . You that are a good fellow to your friende , Druncke from the weekes beginning to the ende . I le Stabbe yee .

Haue at you all to stabbe and kill , There flies my Dart , light where it will . HEe that will take no warning , let him chuse , Few wordes my maisters , I intende to vse : My deede and word , togither alwayes goe , I loue plaine dealing , you shall finde it so . The Stabbe I promise , and the Stabbe I le pay , Your Hartes shall haue it , on their dying day . But thinke that day is very long to come , And you shall liue more yeeres then other some : Thinke though your friendes and kindred dayly die , You shall escape , your turne is nothing nie : Put my remembrance farre out of your minde , For wicked men no hope in Death can finde : They thinke vpon me with a cruell feare , They quake , and tremble , when my name they heare . I bring but heauie newes , their soules to greeue , Yet till I come , they will it not beleeue . Hee that hath health and ease , with gould stor'd still , And nere in 's life did good , nor neuer will , Tell him of Death , of Iudgement , and the Graue , And what reward in Hell , the wicked haue ; That very shortly he shall not be heere , That with his flesh the Wormes shall make good-cheere , That other men his hoarded goodes shall share , That hence he must depart , poore , naked , bare : That earth's delightes shall be of no esteeme , That all the world cannot a Soule redeeme : That Diues begg's for drops , where torments dwell , That there 's no comfort to be had in Hel. That they which haue done good , to Heau'n shall go That they which haue done ill , to endles wo. His blockish Sences , worldes conceites so smother , It enters one eare , and goes out at tother . Therefore let him that will hold on his course , Goe on in euill , and be worse and worse ▪ T is nothing vnto mee , if hee le not mende , I le Stabbe him for the Deuill , there 's an ende ▪ Drinke and be merry as good fellowes do , And if you please you may be drunken to . Carouse your drunkardes health 's from day to day , Till I , and Sicknesse , take your health away . Sweare and blaspheme Gods sacred holy name , And take delight in doing of the same . Thunder out Oathes , such as in Hell are bred , Vntill I teare thy tongue out of thy head . Beare thy selfe proude , as loftie as thou can , Dispise the poore , disdaine an humble man , Boast of thy store of wealth , thy worldly wit , I le turne thy flesh and bones to rot for it . Mallice thy neighbour , cause thou see'st him thriue , And for to get away his lyuing , striue . Vndoe him if thou can'st , and for that sinne , I le leaue thee but a Clout to wrap thee in . Rayse Rentes apace , builde Houses , purchase Landes , Be alwayes raking with Oppressins handes . Thinke all is lawfull purchase , thou can'st catch from thy distressed friendles needy wretch . Buye thy poore neighbours House ouer his head , Turne him and 's children out to begge their bread . Deale cruelly with those are in thy debt , And let them at thy handes no fauour get . Send them to Prison ; there in all distresse , To taste the mercie of the mercilesse . I le shackle thee , for stirring handes or feete Within a Coffin and a Winding-sheete . Say to thy selfe , as once the Churle did say , ( Whose soule the Deuill fetch'd that night away ) For many yeeres , much goodes thou hast in store , Eate , drinke , be merry ; take delight therefore : Exclude all Pittie , Conscience , and Remorce . Get Goodes it skils not how , by fraude or force . I le come vpon thee , when thou thinkest least , And thou shalt die , as thou did'st liue , a Beast . Dissemble cunning , do it with a grace : Giue all kind wordes before thy neighbours face . Protest thy kindnesse he shall neuer lacke : Yet hang him ( if thou can'st ) behind his backe . Flatter , and fawne : with falshood pray vpon him : Bestow the courtecie of Iudas on-him : Of all thy villany I keepe a score , Ere long thou shalt deceiue the world no more . Be a Time-seruer ; liue as others doo : With some prophane , with some religious too : Yet howsoeuer thou hast done , or spoke , Let thy Religion serue but as a cloke . Thinke th' art a man from whom much wisedome flowes , If thou can'st blinde the eyes of men with showes . To get thy selfe Gods curse , with worldlings prayse , Why , t' is a sinne most common now adayes . Looke to it wretch , as sure as Death ; so sure , An euerlasting Hell , thou shalt endure . Striue and contende , reuenge the least offence : Threaten by Law : vrge to extreame expence . Spende many a pound , in quarrell of a penny , And be it right or wrong , yeeld not to any . Let no man haue the ending of thy cause , But onely Lawyers ; try it by the Lawes . I le Stabbe thee foole ; there 's no Atturnyes fee Can finde out Law to be reueng'd on mee . Builde sumtuous Houses , tytle them thine owne : Make wrong pay-maister for the wood and stone . Let thy Wiues pride , be all thy Tennants woe , Because the Deuill and shee , will haue it so . Hood-her , and Mask-her ; Fanne her with a Feather : Let Vanitie and Lightnesse , go together . Vpon the pleasure of thy Hawkes and Houndes Waste it away most prodigall , by poundes . Be bountifull in spending on a Whore , And myserable to relieue the poore . Feaste euery day , as once the Glutton did , And none but Gluttons to thy Banquets bid . Receiue thy foode , as Beastes do feede on Grasse . Sit downe like th' Oxe , and rise as doth the Asse , Steale Gods good guiftes , and neuer vse his name , Vnlesse in swearing , to abuse the same . Liue as thou list : but for thy time so spent , By me to Iudgement , hence thou shalt be sent . And this resolue , howeuer Sinne doth dlind-thee , Eu'en as Death leaues thee , so shal Iudgement find-thee

FINIS .

Deathes Epitaph , vpon euery mans Graue . BEhold the state of all the Sonne of Men , That liue to die , and die they know not when : How Flowerlike they wither and decay ; How soone Deaths Sith doth mow them downe like Hay . How vaine a thing of all thinges els , is Man , How short his life is measur'd out a span : How he is borne with teares , brought vp in paine , And how with sighes , he leaues the world againe . FINIS . S. R.