Look to it: FOR, I'll Stab ye.  
Imprinted at London by E. Allde for W. Ferbrand, and George Loftes, and are to be sold in Popes-head Ally. 1604.   

THere is a Humour used of late,  
By eue'ry Rascal swaggering mate,  
To give the Stab: I'll Stab (says he)  
Him that dares take the wall of me.  
If you to pledge a health deny,  
Out comes his Poniard; there you lie.  
If his Tobacco you dispraise,  
He swears, a Stab shall end your days.  
If you demand the Debt he owes,  
Into your guts his Dagger goes.  
Death seeing this, doth take his Dart,  
and he performs the Stabbing part.  
he spareth none, be who it will:  
his licence is the World to kill.  
S. R.   

Death's great and general Challenge.  
I Do defy the World and all therein,  
My challenge at the Sceptre doth begin:  
Down to the Plough Swain, come who dare in place,  
Set foot to mine, and look me in the face.  
My flesh and fat, doth make no burly show,  
A rawbone fellow, all the World doth know.  
To deal at sundry Weapons, I refuse,  
As Fencers (when they play their prizes) use:  
Of Sword and Dagger I have little skill:  
Rapier I never wore, nor never will.  
My sight is very bad to have about,  
For I'll assure you both mine Eyes be out▪  
But at the Irish Dart I only deal:  
Whose heart I hit, I near knew Surgeon heal.  
My Horse is pale, well paced; I never shoo-him,  
Saint George's Gelding was a ●ade untohim,  
I would ride often, when I go on foot,  
But there's no Shoemaker can fit me ' a Boot.   

Death's Prologue to his Tragical Stab.  
TO no degree or faculty, I do intend offence;  
All those I threaten here to stab, & send the wretches hence  
Are such, as tremble when they hear, what fatal Stab I give,  
For though I kill both good and bad, all creatures that do live,  
The good are never terrified with any power I have:  
I open the them Door of life, the chiefest thing they crave.  
But to the wicked graceless sort, most fearful appear,  
Because I send them to a place, doth pass all torments here.  
To them the name of Death seems Death, Oh 'tis a fearful sound  
For of the hope of life to come, they want assured ground,  
From this bad World unto a worse, I send them forth to dwell  
I am the jailor, leading them unto the vault of Hell.  
Good news unto the good I bring: but to the wicked, evil:  
Because I send the one to God, the other to the Devil.  
Such as fear God, they fear not me, but bid me do my worst  
If any find himself aggrieved, i'll stab that fellow first.   

Tyrant Kings.  

YOu high Imperious crowne-contending Kings,  
Who for Earth's glory (not Religion's good)  
Turn human bodies into bloody springs,  
And die the ground with slaughtered christians blood  
That for the gaining of an earthly Crown,  
Will toss a spacious Kingdom upside down.   

You that divorce the husbands from their wives,  
By fatal war, the endless foe to peace:  
you that deny poor new-born Babes their lives,  
and will not grant sweet life an hours lease:  
That care not how, or by what means you reign,  
So you the golden Crown and Sceptre gain.   
I'll Stab ye.   

Wicked Magistrates.  

NObles and judges, mighty men on Earth,  
That careless cast the sword of justice by▪  
And let your pleasures surfeit in their mirth,  
Not lending poor men's Plaints, ear, hand, nor eye:  
Suffering the Just unjustly be oppressed,  
When the oppressor lives at ease and rest.   

Forgetting God, whom you should represent,  
In all the actions of your public place:  
Yielding the world your hearts, with full consent,  
To gather Mammon, hoarding wealth apace.  
You that near think yourselves must once appear  
To give account how you have judged here:   
I'll Stab ye.   

Curious Divines.  

Divines, that are together by the ears,  
Puffed up, highminded, seeds men of dissension,  
Striving until Christ's seamelesse garments tears,  
Making the Scriptures follow your invention,  
Neglecting that, whereon the soul should feed:  
Employed in that, whereof souls have no need.   

Curious in things you need not stir about,  
Such as concern not matter of salvation:  
Giving offence to them that are without:  
Upon whose weakness you should have compassion,  
Causing the good to grieve, the bad rejoice;  
Yet you with Martha, make the worse choice.   
I'll Stab ye.   

Covetous Lawyers.  

LAwyers that wrist the Law to your affection,  
To favour, or disfavour, as you please:  
And keep your Client's purses in subjection,  
Till some do get Peirce penniless disease:  
Nor caring how their cause do stand or fall,  
So you yourselves get gold to rise withal.   

That while you deal with Angels, serve the Devil,  
Because you banish Conscience out of town,  
Covetousness, you knows a damned evil;  
And yet you wrap it with you in your Gown.  
You that with if's with and's, demurs, delays,  
Bring Causes in consumptions and decays.   
I'll Stab ye.   

Upstart Courtier.  

COurtier, whose heart with pride, so mighty grows,  
thou wilt not to thy Father move thy Hat,  
because he wears a pair of ruslet Hose,  
Thy Velvet Breeches look awry at that:  
Nay, ere he shall disgrace thee, thou wilt rather  
Swear by the Lord, that he is not thy Father.   

You that deny the stock from whence you came,  
thrusting yourself into some Gentle kin,  
you that will give yourself an other name,  
Which must not from an old Thatcht-house begin.  
you that will have an Arms shall grace you too,  
Though your poor Father cobbled many a Shoo.   
I'll Stab ye.   

Wealthy Citizens.  

YOu Citizens that are of Dives wealth,  
His costly clothing, and his dainty fare,  
Regarding nothing but selfe-ease and health:  
How ever Lazarus lies poor and bare:  
your Dogs are not so kind to lick their sores,  
But rather serve to bite them from your doors.   

You that do make your Tables Poulters stalls,  
Great provocation to the sinful flesh:  
And though the famished, hunger-starved calls  
For jesus sake, with Crumbs our wants refresh:  
Your Dishes have the food for which they cry:  
You play with that, for which they pine and die.   
I'll Stab ye.   

Greedy Usurer.  

THou Fur-gowned slave, exceeding rich and old  
Ready to be devoured of the Grave:  
Thou that wilt sell a soul, to purchase Gold,  
And gold, still gold, nothing but gold dost crave:  
Thou most extreme hard-hearted cruel wretch,  
Whom Hell gapes for; the Devil comes to fetch.   

Thou that wilt not forbear an hours time,  
But wilt a forfeiture seveerely take:  
Thou that by cruelty to wealth dost climb,  
And threatenest Dice of poor men's bones to make,  
Having that rusty gold upon thy hand,  
For which, there's thousands perish in the land.   
I'll stab ye.   

Cursed Swearers.  

THou that dost take God's holy name in vain,  
Which is of wondrous fear and reverence,  
Thou that reproved, wilt utter Oaths again,  
To grieve him, that admonished thy offence.  
Thou that wilt say, He that's aggrieved with swearing,  
May stop his ears or get him out of hearing.   

Thou that wilt swear a truth, not to be so,  
And swear that which is false, to be most true,  
Thou that wilt vow most absolute to know,  
That which thy conscience knows thou never knew.  
Thou that wilt swear, thou car'est not what thou swearest  
because the devil and thy tongue are nearest.   
I'll stab ye.   

Physicians of the Quacksalver's crew.  

DOctor, or rather Dunce, that purge with Pill,  
Until that silver have a clean Purgation:  
You Artless Buzzard, that abuse the skill,  
Of Learned men, deserving reputation.  
You that had never Doctorship in Schools,  
But got your grace from women or from Fools.   

You base. Quacksalver in a Common wealth.  
That practise Physic out of old wives tales,  
you that can make them sick which have their health  
And learn by Almanacs, to pair your Nails.  
You that can tell what sign is best affected  
To pick one's Teeth, or have his Beard corrected.   
I'll Stab ye.   

Gentlemen of base brood.  

GAllant that takes the Altitudes on high,  
and like a Fawk'ners' Hawk do hood your wife,  
Giving those golden Angels leave to fly,  
your Father kept close prisoners all his life:  
you that are Son to him that held the Blow,  
Transformed by Gold, into a Gentle now.   

You that are Fashions spy, and Humours Ape,  
A silken Ass, a very Velvet Clown:  
A perfect Gull, that lets no Fashions scape,  
To swagger it in London, up and down.  
you that within a suit of Cyvit dwell,  
And Garlic was your Father's only smell.   
I'll Stab ye.   

counterfeit Captain.  

YOu Captain mousetrap, grown a desperate stabber  
You that will put your Poniard in men's guts:  
You that last Voyage, were no more but swabber,  
Yet you crack Blades as men crack Hasel-nuts,  
You that try all your manhood with a Punk,  
And fight most bravely when you are most drunk:   

You that protest the Feather in your Hat,  
came from a Countess Fan by way of favour:  
Your Rapier, why the great Turk gave you that  
For mighty monstrous Marshal-like behaviour▪  
You that wear Scarves and Gart'rings for your hose,  
Made all of Ancients, taken from your foes.   
I'll Stab ye.   

Dissembling Soldier  

YOu Sirrah, that usurp a soldiers name,  
Vaunting yourself a Thunderbolt of Wars,  
Vowing that every joint you have is lame,  
By piercing Bullets, bloody wounds, and scars:  
You that some hundred men at once withstood,  
And fought most bravely to the knees in blood.   

You that have slain more men by break of day,  
Then could have graves digged for them in a week,  
You that have made your foes to run away,  
Stark naked, when their breeches were to seek:  
You that have compassed all the earth's globe round,  
Yet never trod a step from English ground,   
I'll Stab ye.   

Unkind Parents.  

Parents, which so unnatural are grown,  
That for your Children you will not provide  
Becoming so obdurate to your own,  
With hardened hearts you can them not abide,  
But to a stranger will extend more good,  
then to the offspring of your blood.   

You that in rage and fury, most unkind,  
Will utter Curses where you ought to bless:  
For which God often yieldeth to your mind,  
and says Amen, to wished ill success.  
You that from all humanity have ceased,  
Manlike in shape, in manners but a beast.   
I'll Stab ye.   

Disobedient Children.  

CHildren that most undutiful do live,  
Forgetting what the Law of God commands:  
You that no reverence to your parents give,  
But follow that which with your fancy stands,  
That only like the Prodigal, will spend,  
But come not home (as he did) to amend.   

You that propound yourselves unthrifty ways,  
And will not unto sound advise consent:  
you that do run like Follies witless strays,  
Until some prison teach you to repent  
you that live as you please, do what you list,  
and admonition utterly resist.   
I'll Stab ye.   

Drunkard.  

YOu filthy slaves, whom I do often see,  
sleeping in Taverns on the benches drunk:  
That will have full carouses come to thee,  
Till with the liquors lading thou art sunk.  
Then fill us Boy one quart of Charnico,  
To drink a health to Dick before we go,   

You that will drink Reynaldo unto death:  
The Dane, that would carouse out of his Boot,  
and quaff an hundred Flemings out of breath,  
Laying as many Frenchmen under foot:  
you that no other course observe and keep,  
But either drinking, drunk, or else a sleep.   
I'll Stab you.   

Perjurers.  

Villain, that runnest the ready way to Hell,  
and never art at home, till thou comest there,  
Base slave that for base Bribes thy soul wilt sell,  
And any thing wilt undertake to swear.  
Thou carest not for God, nor man's law fears,  
Until the Pillory bite off both thine ears.   

Thou that dost make thy tongue a Serpent's sting,  
To wound and hurt the Innocent withal:  
Thou that confusion to thyself dost bring,  
And wilful wilt into perdition fall:  
Thou that art known amongst the best and most,  
and Officer of Hell, Knight of the Post.   
I'll Stab you   

Godless Athists.  

THou damned Atheist, thou incarnate Devil,  
That dost deny his power which did create thee:  
a Villain apt for every kind of evil,  
And all the eyes in heaven and earth do hate thee.  
That makest account when thou shalt breathless lie,  
Thy soul and body like a beast do die.   

That Pharoa like darest ask what fellow's God?  
Esteeming sacred Scriptures, to be vain▪  
And that the dead in earth shall make abode,  
and never rise from out their graves again:  
That sayst; eat, drink, be merry, take delight:  
Swagger out day, and Revel all the night.   
I'll Stab thee.   

Miserable Merchant  

Merchant, that dost ende●our all thy days,  
To get commodities for private gain:  
Caring no whit by what sinister ways,  
Nor by what hazard, travel, toil, or pain:  
Never respecting other men's hard crosses,  
So thou mayst sell decrepen-worths by their losses.   

Thou that dost covet all in thine own hand,  
and for another let him sink or swim:  
Thou that hast blessings both by Sea and Land,  
Given by God, yet never thankest him:  
thou that with careful nights dost break thy sleep;  
to gather wealth, which long thou canst not keep.   
I'll Stab thee.   

Deceitful Artificers.  

ARtificers, and Craftsmen of all trades,  
That deal by craft in selling and in buying:  
You that with falsehood often times persuades  
Men to give credit to untruth and lying:  
That care not, so your ware content the eye,  
Though your own Father be deceived thereby.   

You that protest to use a man most kind,  
And serve him that, shall well be worth his money,  
When he that tries you, shall be sure to find  
The deeds prove Gall, & words contain the honey.  
You that are outside goodly protestations,  
But all the inside false dissimulations.   
I'll Stab ye.   

Wretched Husbandman.  

YOu Husbandmen that heap & hoard up Corn,  
And never laugh, but when it waxeth dear:  
You whom the poor do wish had near been borne,  
Because you famish and undo them here.  
You that an Almanac still bear about,  
To search and find the rainy weather out.   

You that at plenty evermore repine,  
And hang yourselves for grief, to see the same.  
You that will weep when as the Sun doth shine,  
And sigh to hear but of faire-weathers name.  
You that for nothing but dear years do pray,  
To Gentleman your Sons, another day.   
I'll Stab ye.   

Swaggering Ruffian.  

YOu Swagg'rer, with your Hat without a band,  
Your head beshagged with nitty lousy locks▪  
You that upon Tobacco virtue stand,  
Your only sovereign Medicine for the Pocks  
You that wear Boots, and Ginglers at your heels,  
Yet when you ride, your coach hath but two wheels.   

You that will meet one by the highway side,  
And swear Gods wounds, Deliver me thy purse.  
You that for Bawdy houses do provide,  
Though many honest true men speed the worse.  
You that will cousin, cheat, tobbe, kill, and steal,  
Till for your clothes, Hangman and Broker deal.   
I'll Stab ye.   

Proud Gentlewomen  

YOu Gentle-puppets of the proudest size,  
That are like Horses, troubled with the Fashions,  
Not caring how you do yourselves disguise,  
In sinful shameless, Hell's abominations.  
You whom the Devil (Pride's father) doth persuade  
To paint your face, & mend the work God made.   

You with the Hood, the Falling-band, and Ruff,  
The Moncky-wast, the breeching like a Bear:  
The Periwig▪ the Mask, the Fan, the Muff,  
The Bodkin, and the Buzzard in your hear:  
You Velvet-cambric-silken-feather'd toy,  
That with your pride, do all the world annoy.   
I'll Stab ye.   

Odious Quarreller.  

YOu Sir, that are so quarrellous by nature,  
That you scorn all men, be they what they will:  
Terming each one a cowardly base creature,  
That will not swear and curse, stab, fight, and kill.  
You that will challenge any to the field,  
Vowing while you can stand, never to yield.   

You that without any offence at all,  
Will shoulder him you meet upon the way.  
You that (by wounds and blood) will have the wall,  
Even in despite of him that dare say nay.  
You that inhuman, brutish, most uncyvill,  
Profess yourself a Champion for the Devil.   
I'll Stab you.   

Disloyal Traitor.  

FAlse hearted Traitor, bred of judas kind,  
Sent from the Furies, about Helles affairs:  
That unto mischief wholly art inclined,  
And neither for thy soul nor body cares:  
Thou that with Sinon wishest Troy might burn,  
To serve and fit the Devil, thy masters turn.   

Thou that dost plot and practise 'gainst the state,  
And Gods Anointed darest with treason touch.  
Thou that canst to thy Sovereign be ingrate,  
Whom thou art dearly bound to honour much:  
I'll file no hands upon thee; I abhor thee,  
But I'll give order to the Hangman forthee.    

Filthy Pander.  

YOu scurvy fellow, in the Broker's suit,  
A Satin Doublet, faced with Grease and Ale,  
That of the art of Bawdry canst dispute,  
To pick a living from a damned Whores tail.  
Thou that within thy Table hast set down,  
The names of all the Squirrels in the town.   

Thou that canst hold a Fan, and keep a Door,  
And offer any Constable the stab:  
Thou that about the streets canst walk a Whore,  
And bring her unto him that wants a Drab.  
Thou that art outside horned like an Ox,  
Thy inside all Tobacco, and the Pox.   
I'll Stab thee.   

Lease-mongers.  

REnt-raysing rascals, you that care not how  
You do exact upon the needy wretch,  
That live even on the poor man's sweeting brow,  
And from his painful toil, your riches fetch:  
Early and late, his labours all are spent,  
To pay a churlish dogged Naball rend.   

You whom the Prophet curseth with a woe,  
House-mongers, that on earth would ever dwell:  
Grinding the poor, as their distresses shoe:  
And at the price of old Shoes do them sell.  
You that of Earth enough will never have,  
Till soul in Hell, and body in the grave.   
I'll Stab ye.   

Adulterer.  

THou filthy fellow of a beastly life,  
Polluted both in body, and in mind:  
That breakest wedlock with thy lawful wife,  
And thinkest all's well, if thou the world canst blind.  
Tut, Death has work enough with other men,  
he'll come when thou'rt an old man; God knows when.   

Tell thee of judgement, or of God's displeasure,  
Why, thou wilt answer, He hath grace in store:  
And for Repentance, thou wilt find some leisure,  
When Age will let thee follow Whores no more.  
Thou that wilt serve the Devil with the best,  
And turn God to his leavings, and the rest.   
I'll Stab thee.   

Idle-huswife.  

FIne, neat, and curious mistress Butter fly,  
The Idle-toy to please an Idiot's eye  
You that wish all Good-huswives hanged for why,  
Your days work's done each morning when you rise  
Put on your Gown, your Ruff, your Masske, your Chain  
Then dine & sup, & go to bed again.   

You that will call your Husband Gull & Clown,  
If he refuse to let you have your will:  
You that will poute and lower, and fret and frown  
Unless his purse be lavish open still.  
You that will have it, get it how he can,  
Or he shall wear a Vulcan's brow, poor man.   
I'll Stab thee.   

Prodigal Gallant.  

YOu Sir that have your purse crammed full of crowns  
The lively picture of the Prodigal:  
That have your mouth furnished with blood and wounds  
And come in Whores, Wine, Fiddlers: you'll pay all.  
You that are like the Dwarf in Athens, right,  
Who in five days, spent's Patrimony quite.   

You that are churched once in seven year,  
But in a Tavern you could live and die:  
You that have your joy in Belly-cheer,  
In Dice, in Dancing, and in Venery.  
You that for penance of your passed sin,  
In Woodstreet, or the Poultry, mean to Inn.   
I'll Stab thee.   

Gluttone.  

YOu goodman Glutton, bellied like a Butt,  
Faced like the north-winds picture in a Map:  
Thou with the never satisfied gut,  
Whose life is eat, and drink, and take a nap.  
Thou that if Wolner were alive again,  
Wouldst eat more at a meal, than he in twain.   

Thou most unhealthy loathsome ravenous beast,  
That tak'st delight in nothing but excess:  
And hast a nose to smell out any Feast:  
A brazen face to cease on every mess,  
That undertakest nothing with goodwill,  
Unless it be thy Pudding-house to fill.   
I'll Stab thee.   

Soothsayer, or Figure-flinger.  

YOu Cunning man, or rather co'sning Knave,  
That will tell goodman Ninney of his Marc:  
Cysley, how many Husbands she shall have,  
Tom Carter, when the weather will be fair:  
My neighbour Powling, who hath found his Purse,  
And jone his w●●● who did her Chickens curse.   

Whether a man shall have a happy life,  
Whether a Lover shall his Love enjoy:  
Who shall die first, the husband or the wife?  
Whether the child unborn, be girl or boy?  
You that can fetch home Servants run away,  
And find out any Cattle gone astray.   
I'll Stab ye.   

My fine Dancer.  

HEigh, w'on turn more, let's see this Galliard out,  
I promise you the fellow doth it well:  
How nimbly at his trade he turns about,  
At hopping up and down he doth excel:  
Well, let him dance it out, and when 'tis done,  
A dance twixt him and Death must be begun.   

You nimble skipiacke, turning on the toe,  
As though you had Gunpowder in your tail:  
You that do leap about and caper so,  
Esteeming our old Country Dances stolen.  
You that do live by shaking of the heel,  
By hopping, and by turning like a wheel.   
I'll Stab ye.   

jeffery Makeshift.  

SHifter, that lives without a lawful calling,  
And only baseness with your humour fits,  
That cares not in what mischief you are falling,  
But make an occupation of your wits:  
You that have always cheating Dice in store,  
With, Come sweet Five, I hold ye six to four.   

You that can cunningly in Cook's shops brawl,  
And show yourself in Chollers mighty heat:  
while your Consort steals Victuals from the stall,  
To find your poor and needy stomach meat.  
You that for all your diet with your Host,  
Do set your hand in Chalk unto his Post.   
I'll Stab you.   

Spendthriftes, and ill Husbands.  

YOu careless wretches of the wasteful vain,  
That for your Families will not provide:  
But live in Idleness, and take no pain,  
Spending your own, and other men's beside:  
That wife and children utterly neglect,  
And to your servants never have respect.   

You that do wish them hanged, will purchase lands,  
Terming him that spares Money, worse than mad:  
You that commit your Stock to Victuallers hands,  
With Tush, a merry heart outlives a sad.  
You that are a good fellow to your friend,  
Drunk from the weeks beginning to the end.   
I'll Stab ye.   


Have at you all to stab and kill,  
There flies my Dart, light where it will.   
He that will take no warning, let him choose,  
Few words my masters, I intend to use:  
My deed and word, together always go,  
I love plain dealing, you shall find it so.  
The Stab I promise, and the Stab I'll pay,  
Your Hearts shall have it, on their dying day.  
But think that day is very long to come,  
And you shall live more years than other some:  
Think though your friends and kindred daily die,  
You shall escape, your turn is nothing nigh:  
Put my remembrance far out of your mind,  
For wicked men no hope in Death can find:  
They think upon me with a cruel fear,  
They quake, and tremble, when my name they hear.  
I bring but heavy news, their souls to grieve,  
Yet till I come, they will it not believe.  
He that hath health and ease, with gold stored still,  
And near in's life did good, nor never will,  
Tell him of Death, of judgement, and the Grave,  
And what reward in Hell, the wicked have;  
That very shortly he shall not be here,  
That with his flesh the Worms shall make good-cheere,  
That other men his hoarded goods shall share,  
That hence he must departed, poor, naked, bare:  
That earth's delights shall be of no esteem,  
That all the world cannot a Soul redeem:  
That Dives beggs for drops, where torments dwell,  
That there's no comfort to be had in Hel.  
That they which have done good, to Heaven shall go  
That they which have done ill, to endless wo.  
His blockish Senses, worlds conceits so smother,  
It enters one ear, and goes out at t'other.  
Therefore let him that will hold on his course,  
Go on in evil, and be worse and worse▪  
'tis nothing unto me, if he'll not mend,  
I'll Stab him for the Devil, there's an end▪  
Drink and be merry as good fellows do,  
And if you please you may be drunken to.  
Carouse your drunkards health's from day to day,  
Till I, and Sickness, take your health away.  
Swear and blaspheme Gods sacred holy name,  
And take delight in doing of the same.  
Thunder out Oaths, such as in Hell are bred,  
Until I tear thy tongue out of thy head.  
Bear thyself proud, as lofty as thou can,  
Despise the poor, disdain an humble man,  
Boast of thy store of wealth, thy worldly wit,  
I'll turn thy flesh and bones to rot for it.  
Malice thy neighbour, cause thou see'st him thrive,  
And for to get away his living, strive.  
Undo him if thou canst, and for that sin,  
I'll leave thee but a Clout to wrap thee in.  
Raise Rents apace, build Houses, purchase Lands,  
Be always raking with Oppressins hands.  
Think all is lawful purchase, thou canst catch  
from thy distressed friendless needy wretch.  
Buy thy poor neighbour's House over his head,  
Turn him and's children out to beg their bread.  
Deal cruelly with those are in thy debt,  
And let them at thy hands no favour get.  
Send them to Prison; there in all distress,  
To taste the mercy of the merciless.  
I'll shackle thee, for stirring hands or feet  
Within a Coffin and a Winding-sheete.  
Say to thyself, as once the Churl did say,  
(Whose soul the Devil fetched that night away)  
For many years, much goods thou hast in store,  
Eat, drink, be merry; take delight therefore:  
Exclude all Pity, Conscience, and Remorse.  
Get Goods it skills not how, by fraud or force.  
I'll come upon thee, when thou thinkest least,  
And thou shalt die, as thou didst live, a Beast.  
Dissemble cunning, do it with a grace:  
Give all kind words before thy neighbour's face.  
Protest thy kindness he shall never lack:  
Yet hang him (if thou canst) behind his back.  
Flatter, and fawn: with falsehood pray upon him:  
Bestow the courtecie of judas on-him:  
Of all thy villainy I keep a score,  
Ere long thou shalt deceive the world no more.  
Be a time-server; live as others do:  
With some profane, with some religious too:  
Yet howsoever thou hast done, or spoke,  
Let thy Religion serve but as a cloak.  
Think thou'rt a man from whom much wisdom flows,  
If thou canst blind the eyes of men with shows.  
To get thyself Gods curse, with worldling's praise,  
Why, 'tis a sin most common now adays.  
Look to it wretch, as sure as Death; so sure,  
An everlasting Hell, thou shalt endure.  
Strive and contend, revenge the least offence:  
Threaten by Law: urge to extreme expense.  
Spend many a pound, in quarrel of a penny,  
And be it right or wrong, yield not to any.  
Let no man have the ending of thy cause,  
But only Lawyers; try it by the Laws.  
I'll Stab thee fool; there's no Atturnyes fee  
Can find out Law to be revenged on me.  
Build sumtuous Houses, title them thine own:  
Make wrong paymaster for the wood and stone.  
Let thy wives pride, be all thy tenants woe,  
Because the Devil and she, will have it so.  
Hood-her, and Mask-her; Fan her with a Feather:  
Let Vanity and Lightness, go together.  
Upon the pleasure of thy Hawks and Hounds  
Waste it away most prodigal, by pounds.  
Be bountiful in spending on a Whore,  
And miserable to relieve the poor.  
Feast every day, as once the Glutton did,  
And none but Gluttons to thy Banquets bid.  
Receive thy food, as Beasts do feed on Grass.  
Sat down like th'ox, and rise as doth the Ass,  
Steal Gods good gifts, and never use his name,  
Unless in swearing, to abuse the same.  
Live as thou list: but for thy time so spent,  
By me to judgement, hence thou shalt be sent.  
And this resolve, however Sin doth dlind-thee,  
Even as Death leaves thee, so shall judgement find-thee   
FINIS.  

deaths Epitaph, upon every man's Grave.  
BEhold the state of all the Son of Men,  
That live to die, and die they know not when:  
How Flowerlike they whither and decay;  
How soon Deaths Sith doth mow them down like Hay.  
How vain a thing of all things else, is Man,  
How short his life is measured out a span:  
How he is borne with tears, brought up in pain,  
And how with sighs, he leaves the world again.  
FINIS.  
S. R.