A true description of vnthankfulnesse: or an enemie to ingratitude. Compiled by Nicholas Breton Gent Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626? This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A16801 of text S116188 in the English Short Title Catalog (STC 3703). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 14 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 8 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 A16801 STC 3703 ESTC S116188 99851405 99851405 16676 2240914012

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A16801) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 16676) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 1371:04) A true description of vnthankfulnesse: or an enemie to ingratitude. Compiled by Nicholas Breton Gent Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626? [16] p. Printed by Thomas Este, At London : 1602. In verse. Signatures: A-B⁴. Running title reads: An enemie to ingratitude. Reproduction of the original in the Bodleian Library. eng eebo A true description of vnthankfulnesse: or an enemie to ingratitude. Compiled by Nicholas Breton Gent. Breton, Nicholas, 1602 15 2369 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2003-10 Assigned for keying and markup 2003-10 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2004-01 Sampled and proofread 2004-01 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2004-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion

A TRVE DESCRIPTION of vnthankfulnesse : Or an enemie to Ingratitude .

Compiled by Nicholas Breton Gent.

AT LONDON : Printed by Thomas Este. 1602.

M. M MORE worth then Vertue , can no creature know , A A Phaenix in the world there is but one : R Rare is the Bird , and though there be no mo , Y Yet may you finde hir when you are alone . G. G GREAT is the Grace that in the spirit liueth , A And such a life is worthy honors loue : T The perfect good that heau'nly mercie giueth , E Elected Virgins in the heau'ns aboue .
To the Right Worshipfull , Vertuous , and Noble minded Gentlewoman , Mistris Mary Gate , Daughter to that true worthie Knight of Honorable remembraunce Sir Henry Gate of Semer. N. B. wisheth all happinesse on Earth and Heauen heereafter .

A Vertuous minde can not bee without hir honor , nor , an vngratefull spirit without a burthen of Conscience : the first in your selfe is made manifest to many , the second , in my selfe , I wish not to liue to bee touched with , but yet , not able to requite those your Honourable fauours that I haue receiued yet vndeserued , giue mee leaue in this little fruit of my labour , to present you with this token of my thanckfulnesse , wherein treating onely of the vile Nature of Ingratitude , I hope not to bee found guiltie in that offence . And so , wishing you your desert of Honour , of the best mindes , and the vngratefull , the plague of an vnquiet Conscience , or amendement of their euill conditions , in continuall prayer for your harts euer Contentment , I rest .

Yours bounden to command Nicholas Breton .
To the Reader .

HEE that is vnthankfull for a good turne , sheweth the venime of a vile Nature , and hee that is kindly gratefull , is worthie to bee beeloued : if you bee of the last condition , I commend you , if of the first , God amend you : What you are I know not , but I hope the best , the worst I desire not to heare off . And therefore , in briefe , the Treatise beeing short , I will not trouble you to long , but as I finde your kindnesse , will rest in thankfulnesse .

Your friend Nicholas Breton .
Ingratis seruire Nefas . OF all the sinnes that euer raign'd , Since wickednesse hir world began : That Natures beautie most hath stain'd , Within the wretched hart of Man : And neerest doth to hell allude , Is that of fowle Ingratitude . It kills the Eie of Reasons sight , With fowle Obliuions foggy mists : And makes the spirit to delight , But in the harmes of had I wists : And mires the soule in sinnes fowle flud , While lack of grace , can see no good . It studies onely to destroie , A gentle spirit with despight : And knowes no part of Heauenly ioy , That pleads so in the Diuels right : It is a hagge , that heauens doe hate , And , dwels , but with the Reprobate . It bringeth foorth such shamefull Euill , Out of the shamelesse wicked minde : As by suggestion of the Diuell , Makes Nature goe against hir kinde : When Men that should bee Vertues friends , Become but Machauilian fiends . There is no thought can bee so vile , Nor word can sound so ill a worth : Nor cursed state , so ill a stile , As can Ingratitude set foorth : Which was the curse of Adams seede , And neuer since did better deede . Where it doth once infect the hart , The Sonne doth wish the Fathers death : The Wife doth seeke the Husbands mart , The Brother stops the Sisters breath : The Neighbour , and the neerest friend , Will plot each others speedy end . It makes the Seruant to forget , His duty to his Maisters loue : The Subiect all his wits to set , Rebellion to his Prince to proue : The Villaine for a Comfortlent , For to beetraie the Innocent . It maketh Man forget his God , In whom alone hee hath his beeing : His Comfort and his Mercies Rod , Whereof his Soule can haue no seeing : Vntill to late in hell he findes , How God doth hate vngratefull mindes . Oh what it doth , or doth it not ? That may agrieue an honest minde : To see the power that Sinne hath got , Vpon the curse of humane kinde : While Comfort , Kindnesse , Care , and Cost , Vpon vnthankfulnesse are lost . Oh Hellish Worme , that eates the wombe , Wherein it lay , to looke abroade : And plots the Meane to make his Tombe , Whose house had beene his chiefe aboade : While faithlesse friends make hellish fiends , God send all Iudasses such ends . A King that on a time ordain'd , A punishment for euery vice : Was asked , why hee did refraine ? On this to set downe his deuice : It is quod hee , beeyond my wit , I leaue to God to punish it . As who should say , the sinne were such , As did all other so exceede : That were the torment nere so much , It were no more then it did neede : That all the world might warning winne , To flie the thought of such a sinne . Oh , how much worse then any Beast , It makes the shape of Man to proue ? For shape is most , and Man is least , That so doth swarue from Natures loue : And in the hate of honours Nature , Becomes the worst of any creature . Fie , fie , vpon Ingratitude , The Sinne of Sinnes that euer was : That doth the soule to much delude , And brings the world to such a passe : That lack of loues Gratuitie , Hath almost worne out Charitie . Of Wormes , the Viper is the worst , That eates the Bowells that did breed him : Of Birds , the Cuckoe most accurst , That kils the Sparrow that did feed him : And is not Man more halfe a Diuell ? That so requiteth good with Euill ? A poore Man going to a wood , Within the Snow an Adder found : When , wishing how to doe it good , Did take it vp , from off the ground : And fearing of no future harme , Did in his bosome keepe it warme . But comming home vnto the fire , No sooner hee had loosde his Coate : But , to requite his kinde desire , The Adder bit him by the throate : Now whereto doth this tale alude ? But onely to Ingratitude : There was a Lyon as I reade , Who had a Thorne got in his foote : Which in his trauaile fore did bleede , While to his hart the payne did shoote : With which , vnto his Denne hee came , And fell to licking of the same . When , as hee stoode hee spied a Man , Who had beene thether fled for feare : And in his hart , with griefe beegan , To mourne his haplesse beeing there : Yet , seeing how the Lyon stoode , Aduentured to doe him good . And feeling softly where it stucke , So cunningly did beate about : As with his mouth first fell to sucke , Then , with his Teeth , did get it out : And after did such help apply , That hee was eased by and by . And when the Lyon felt such ease , Hee reacht him out a Princely Pawe : As who should say to such as please , I carry comfort in my Clawe : And to requite his kindnesse then , Hee led him foorth out of his Den. And brought him through a wildernesse , Into a high way , neere a towne : When in a Princely gentlenesse , Before his face , hee sat him downe : And with his Pawe as Poets tell , Did giue a Kingly kinde farewell . Now shortly after it befell , This Lyon was by hunters caught : And as the story seemes to tell , Vnto an Emperour was brought : And with great Ioy and Iolitie , Presented to his Maiestie . Which Lyon kept , as others are , That so are caught , and so are brought : To seede vpon such hungry fare , As , tamnesse had his stomacke taught : Did liue such Trayterous harts to teare : As to such death condempned were . Whete Long this Lyon had not beene , But that the Man that heal'd his wound : Whose Eie had neuer Treason seene , Nor Spirit such a thought had found : Iniuriously was apprehended , And vnto such a death condempned . Who beeing brought vnto the Den , Whereas the Lyon fiercely stood : To teare in peeces , those ill men , That fed him with their poisoned blood : Before his face did kindelie stand , And pawde and lickt him on the hand . The lookers on amaz'd to see , The Lyon thus the Man entreate : Did wonder what the cause should bee , His loue to him should bee so great : And to the Emperour did tell , What all before their Eies beefell . Who comming thether to behold , The truth of that hee thus had heard : And seeing still the prisoner hold , His place with him : a great reward Did promise him , the cause to show , That made the Lyon vse him so . When , of the Lyon , taking leaue , With kissing of his Kingly foote : To make his Maiestie conceiue , The truth of all euen from the roote : Hee ript vp all that hee had done , Whereby this Lyons loue beegunne . The Emperour well pleas'd to heare , How euery point and part did grow : Before his presence made appeere , The wretches that had wrong'd him so : And threw them in his wrathfull power , Vnto the Lyon to deuower . Who spared none but slew them all , The Man was Royally rewarded : The Note to this effect did fall , That thanckfulnesse was much regarded : The Lyon still remain'd his friend , And so the story made an end . Oh Lord that euer Man should liue , In hate of loues forgetfulnesse : And that a Lions loue should giue , Such notes of Noble thanckfulnesse : Which all in one doe but conclude , The Princely grace of Gratitude . Then , shew no Vipers venum vile , To gnaw the bowells , that did breed thee : Nor Cucko like , doe loue beguile , To kill the Sparrow that did feede thee : But Lionlike doe thanckfull proue , To him that hath deseru'd thy loue . Remember what thou hast Receu'd , Of whom , why , how , and what , and where : And , let it bee , as well perceu'd , Thou doste retourne thy kindenesse there : That perfect thanckfulnesse may proue , The Nature of the Lions loue . If that thou finde thy Mistresse kinde , Dishonor not hir qualitie : If that a noble friend thou finde , Skoffe not his liberalitie : If meane men buie thy companie , Requit them not with villanie . If that thy Father doe commend thee , Bee thou not bad to shew his blindnesse : And if thy friend a saddell lend thee , Steale not his Horsse to quite his kindnesse : But chiefely doe not seeke his blood , Whose loue hath liu'd to doe thee good . Forget not God , that gaue thee life , Defame not him that is thy friend : Bee not vnfaithfull to thy wife , And hold on honest to the end : For when the Knaues bee all discarded , A poore small tromp may be regarded . Doe not with Connies vndermine , The Castle where thy Captaine liues : Nor Counterfet with a Diuine , To cheate the Charitie hee giues : Least when the world doth see thy shame , Both God and Man doe hate thy name . Leaue not a Man to seeke a beast , A Monster is nor flesh , nor fish , And where thou hast receu'd a feast , Returne not home a poisoned dish : Least they that finde thy hellish Nature , Doe hold thee for a hatefull Creature . In summe , for all let this suffice , To warne thee from Ingratitude : Beehold it with your inward Eies , And let it not your soule delude : For Truth doth write that Time may reede , It is a graft of Gracelesse seede . Which growes but in a wicked ground , And beares no fruit but Infamie : And many times is blasted round , With Hellish breath of Blasphemie : Yet with ill humours moystned so , As makes it wickedlie to grow . But from this wicked Hellish thing , That so infects the minde of Man : And with a most infernall sting , The wofull state of Life beegan : And doth abuse good Creatures thus , Good Lord of such deliuer vs . FINIS .