THE GOOD AND THE BAD, OR Descriptions of the Worthies, and Vnworthies of this Age. WHERE The Best may see their Graces, and the Worst discern their Baseness. LONDON, Printed by George Purslowe for john Budge, and are to be sold at the great South-door of Paul's, and at Britain's Burse. 1616. TO THE RIGHT WORSHIPFUL and Worthy, Sir Gilbert Houghton, of Houghton Knight, the Noble favourer of all virtuous spirits: the highest power of heaven grant the blessing of all happiness to his worthy hearts desire. Worthy Knight: THe worthiness of this subject, in which is set down, the difference of light and darkness, in the nature of Honour and disgrace, to the deservers of either, hath made me (upon the note of the Nobleness of your spirit) like the Eagle, still looking towards the Sun; to present to your patience, the Patronage of this little Treatise, of the Worthies and Vnworthies of this Age: Wherein, I hope, you will find some things to your content, nothing to the contrary: which leaving to the acceptance of your good favour, with my further service to your command: I humbly rest, Your Worship's devoted, to be commanded, Nicholas Breton. TO THE READER. I Am sure that if you read through this Book, you will find your description in one place or other: if among the Worthies, hold you where you are, and change not your Card for a worse: If among the other, mend that is amiss and all will be well. I name you not, for I know you not; but, I will wish the best, because the worst is too bad: I hope there will no body be angry, except it be, with himself for somewhat that he finds out of order, if it be so, the hope is the greater, the bad will be no worse: yet the world being at such a pass, that living Creatures are scarcely known from pictures till they move, nor Wisemen from fools till they speak, nor Arteists from Bunglers, till they work; I will only wish the Worthy their worth, and the contrary, what may mend their Condition; and for myself but pardon for my presumption, in writing upon the natures of more worth than I am worthy to write of, and favourable acceptation of no worthy intention of reprehension, by the least thought of malicious disposition. So leaving my book to your best like, with my better labours to the like effect: In hope to find you among the Worthies: I rest, At your command, if worthy, N. B. THE GOOD AND THE BAD: OR, Descriptions of the Worthies, and Vnworthies of this Age. A Worthy KING. A Worthy King is a figure of God, in the nature of government: he is the chief of men, and the Church's Champion, Nature's honour, and Earth's majesty: is the director of Law, and the strength of the same, the Sword of justice and the Sceptre of Mercy, the Glass of Grace, and the Eye of Honour, the Terror of Treason, and the Life of Loyalty. His command is general, and his power absolute, his frown a death, and his favour a life, his charge is his subjects, his care their safety, his pleasure their peace, and his joy their love: he is not to be paralleled, because he is without equality, and the prerogative of his Crown must not be contradicted: he is the Lords Anointed, and therefore must not be touched, and the Head of a public body, and therefore must be preserved: he is a scourge of sin, and a blessing of Grace, God's Vicegerent over his people, and under him supreme Governor, his safety must be his Counsels care, his health, his subjects prayer, his pleasure, his Peers comfort; and his content, his kingdoms gladness: his presence must be reverenced, his Person attended, his Court adorned, and his State maintained; his bosom must not be searched, his will not disobeyed, his wants not unsupplied, nor his place unregarded. In sum, he is more than a man, though not a God, and next under God to be honoured above man. An Unworthy King. AN Unworthy King, is the usurper of Power, where tyranny in authority loseth the glory of majesty, while the fear of terror frighteth love from obedience: For when the Lion plays the Wolf, the Lamb dies with the Ewe. He is a messenger of Worth to be the scourge of sin, or the trial of patience, in the hearts of the religious: he is a warrant of woe, in the execution of his fury, and in his best temper, a doubt of Grace: he is a dispeopler of his Kingdom, and a prey to his enemies, an undelightfull friend, and a tormentor of himself: he knows no God, but makes an Idol of Nature, and useth Reason but to the ruin of sense: his care is but his will, his pleasure but his ease, his exercise but sin; and his delight but unhuman: his heaven is his pleasure, and his gold is his God: his presence is terrible, his countenance horrible, his words uncomfortable, and his actions intolerable. In sum, he is the foil of a Crown, the disgrace of a Court, the trouble of a Council, and the plague of a Kingdom. A Worthy Queen. A Worthy Queen is the figure of a King, who under God in his Grace, hath a great power over his people: She is the chief of women, the beauty of her Court, and the grace of her Sex in the royalty of her spirit: She is like the moon, that giveth light among the stars, and but unto the Sun, gives none place in her brightness: She is the pure Diamond upon the King's finger, and the Orient Pearl unprizable in his eye, the joy of the Court in the comfort of the King, and the wealth of the kingdom in the fruit of her love: She is Reason's honour, in Nature's grace, and Wisdoms love in virtues beauty. In sum, she is the Handmaid of God, and the King's second self, and in his Grace, the beauty of a Kingdom. A Worthy Prince. A Worthy Prince is the hope of a kingdom, the richest jewel in a King's Crown, and the fairest flower in the Queen's garden: he is the joy of Nature in the hope of Honour, and the love of Wisdom, in the life of Worthiness: In the secret carriage of his heart's intention, till his designs come to action, he is a dumb show to the World's imagination: in his wisdom he startles the spirits of expectation in his valour, he subjects the hearts of Ambition in his Virtue, he wins the love of the Noblest, and in his bounty binds the service of the most sufficient: he is the Crystal glass, where Nature may see her comfort; and the book of Reason, where Virtue may read her honour: He is the morning-star, that hath light from the Sun, and the blessed fruit of the Tree of Earth's Paradise: he is the study of the wise in the state of Honour, and in the subject of Learning, the history of admiration. In sum, he is in the note of wisdom, the aim of Honour, and in the honour of Virtue the hope of a Kingdom. An Unworthy Prince. AN Unworthy Prince is the fear of a kingdom, when will and power carry Pride in impatience, in the close carriage of ambitious intention, he is like a fearful dream to a troubled spirit: in his passionate humours he frighteth the hearts of the prudent, in the delight of vanities he loseth the love of the wise, and in the misery of Avarice is served only with the needy: he is like a little mist, before the rising of the Sun, which, the more it grows, the less good it doth: He is the King's grief, and the Queen's sorrow, the Courts trouble, and the kingdoms curse. In sum, he is the seed of unhappiness, the fruit of ungodliness, the taste of bitterness, and the digestion of heaviness. A Worthy Privy Counsellor. A Worthy Privy Counsellor is the Pillar of a Realm, in whose wisdom and care, under GOD, and the King, stands the safety of a Kingdom: He is the watchtower to give warning of the Enemy, and a hand of provision for the preservation of the State: he is an Oracle in the King's ear, and a Sword in the King's hand, an even weight in the balance of justice, and a light of grace in the love of truth: he is an eye of care in the course of law, a heart of love in his service to his Sovereign, a mind of honour in the order of his service, and a brain of invention for the good of the Commonwealth: his place is powerful, while his service is faithful, and his honour due in the desert of his employment. In sum, he is as a fixed Planet 'mong the stars of the Firmament, which through the Clouds in the air, shows the nature of his light. An Unworthy Counsellor. AN unworthy Counsellor is the hurt of a King, and the danger of a State, when the weakness of judgement may commit an error, or the lack of care may give way to unhappiness: he is a wicked charm in the King's ear, a sword of terror in the advice of tyranny: His power is perilous in the partiality of will, and his heart full of hollowness in the protestation of love: Hypocrisy is the cover of his counterfeit religion, and traitorous invention is the Agent of his Ambition: He is the cloud of darkness, that threateneth foul weather; and if it grow to a storm, it is fearful where it falls: he is an enemy to God in the hate of Grace, and worthy of death in disloyalty to his Sovereign. In sum, he is an unfit person for the place of a Counsellor, and an unworthy Subject to look a King in the face. A Noble man. A Noble man is a mark of Honour, where the eye of wisdom in the observation of desert sees the fruit of Grace: he is the Orient Pearl that Reason polisheth for the beauty of Nature, and the Diamond spark where divine Grace gives Virtue honour: he is the Notebook of Moral Discipline, where the conceit of care may find the true Courtier: he is the Nurse of hospitality, the relief of necessity, the love of Charity, and the life of Bounty: he is Learning's grace, and Valour's fame, wisdoms fruit, and kindness love: he is the true Falcon that feeds on no Carrion, the true Horse that will be no Hackney, the true Dolphin that fears not the Whale, and the true man of God, that fears not the devil. In sum, he is the Darling of Nature, in Reason's Philosophy; the Lodestar of light in loves Astronomy, the ravishing Sweet in the music of Honour, and the golden number in Grace's Arithmetic. An Unnoble man. AN Unnoble man is the grief of Reason, when the title of Honour is put upon the subject of disgrace; when, either the imperfection of wit, or the folly of will shows an unfitness in Nature for the virtue of Advancement: he is the eye of baseness, and spirit of grossness, and in the demean of rudeness the scorn of Nobleness: he is a suspicion of a right Generation in the nature of his disposition, and a miserable plague to a feminine patience: Wisdom knows him not, learning bred him not, Virtue loves him not, and Honour fits him not: Prodigality or Avarice are the notes of his inclination, and folly or mischief are the fruits of his invention. In sum, he is the shame of his name, the disgrace of his place, the blot of his Title, and the ruin of his house. A Worthy Bishop. A Worthy Bishop is an Ambassador from God unto man, in the midst of war to make a Treaty of peace; who, with a general pardon upon confession of sin, upon the fruit of Repentance, gives assurance of comfort: He brings tidings from heaven, of happiness to the World, where the patience of mercy calls Nature to Grace: He is the silver Trumpet in the music of Love, where faith hath a life that never fails the beloved: He is the Director of life in the Laws of God, and the Chirurgeon of the Soul, in lancing the sores of sin, the terror of the Reprobate, in pronouncing their damnation; and the joy of the faithful, in the assurance of their salvation. In sum, he is in the nature of Grace, worthy of Honour, and in the message of Life, worthy of Love: a continual Agent betwixt God and man, in the preaching of his Word, and Prayer for his people. An Unworthy Bishop. AN Unworthy Bishop is the disgrace of Learning, when the want of reading, or the abuse of understanding, in the speech of Error may beget Idolatry. He is God's enemy, in the hurt of his people, and his own woe, in abuse of the Word of God: he is the shadow of a Candle, that gives no light; or, if it be any, it is but to lead into darkness: the Sheep are unhappy, that live in his fold, when they shall either starve, or feed on ill ground: he breeds a war in the wits of his Audience, when his life is contrary to the nature of his instruction: he lives in a room, where he troubles a World, and in the shadow of a Saint, is little better than a Devil; he makes Religion a cloak of sin, and with counterfeit Humility, covereth incomparable Pride. He robs the rich, to relieve the poor, and makes fools of the wise, with the imagination of his worth: he is all for the Church, but, nothing for God, and for the ease of Nature, loseth the joy of Reason. In sum, he is the picture of Hypocrisy, the spirit of Heresy; a wound in the Church, and a woe in the World. A worthy judge. A judge is a Doom, whose breath is mortal upon the breach of Law, where Criminal offences must be cut off from a commonwealth: He is a sword of justice in the hand of a King; and, an Eye of Wisdom in the walk of a kingdom: his study is a Square for the keeping of proportion, betwixt command, and obedience, that the King may keep his Crown on his head, and the Subject his head on his shoulders. He is feared but of the foolish, and cursed but of the wicked; but, of the wise honoured, and of the gracious beloved: He is a surveyor of rights, and revenger of wrongs, and in the judgement of Truth, the Honour of justice. In sum, his word is Law, his power Grace, his labour Peace, and his desert Honour. An unworthy judge. AN unworthy judge is the grief of justice in the Error of judgement, when, through ignorance, or will, the death of Innocency lies upon the breath of Opinion: He is the disgrace of Law, in the desert of Knowledge, and the plague of Power, in the misery of Oppression: He is more Moral, then Divine, in the nature of Policy, and more judicious, then Just, in the carriage of his conceit: His Charity is cold, when partiality is resolved, when the doom of life lies on the verdict of a jury, with a stern look, he frighteth an offender, and gives little comfort to a poor man's cause. The golden weight overwaies his Grace; when Angels play the Devils in the hearts of his people. In sum, where Christ is preached, he hath no place in his Church; and in this Kingdom, out of doubt, God will not suffer any such Devil to bear sway. A Worthy Knight. A Worthy Knight is a spirit of proof, in the advancement of Virtue, by the desert of Honour, in the Eye of Majesty: In the field he gives courage to his Soldiers, in the Court, Grace to his followers, in the City, reputation to his person, and in the Country honour to his House. His Sword and his Horse make his way to his House, and his Armour of best proof is an undaunted Spirit; the Music of his delight, is the Trumpet and the Drum, and the Paradise of his Eye, is an Army defeated, the relief of the oppressed, makes his Conquest honourable, and the pardon of the submissive makes him famous in mercy: He is in Nature mild, and in Spirit stout, in Reason judicious, and in all, Honourable. In sum, he is a Yeoman's commander, & a Gentleman's superior, a Noble man's companion, and a Princes worthy favourite. An Unworthy Knight. AN Unworthy Knight is the defect of Nature, in the title of Honour, when to maintain Valour, his Spurs have no rowels, nor his Sword a point; his apparel is of proof, that may wear like his Armour, or like an old Ensign, that hath his honour in rags. It may be he is the tailors trouble in fitting an ill shape, or a Mercer's wonder, in wearing of Silk; in the Court he stands for a Cipher, and among Ladies like an Owl among Birds: He is worshipped only for his wealth, and if he be of the first head, he shall be valued by his wit, when if his pride go beyond his purse, his Title will be a trouble to him. In sum, he is the Child of Folly, and the man of Gotham, the blind man of Pride, and the fool of imagination: But in the Court of Honour, are no such Apes, and I hope that this Kingdom will breed no such Asses. A Worthy Gentleman. A Worthy Gentleman, is a branch of the tree of Honour, whose fruits are the actions of Virtue, as pleasing to the Eye of judgement, as tasteful to the Spirit of understanding: whatsoever he doth, it is not forced, except it be evil, which either through ignorance unwittingly; or, through compulsion unwillingly, he falls upon, he in Nature kind, in Demeanour courteous, in Allegiance loyal, and in Religion zealous, in service faithful, and in reward Bountiful: He is made of no Baggage stuff, nor, for the wearing of base people; but is woven by the Spirit of Wisdom, to adorn the Court of Honour. His apparel is more comely than costly, and his Diet more wholesome than excessive, his Exercise more healthful than painful, and his Study more for Knowledge then Pride; his Love not wanton, nor common, his gifts not niggardly, nor prodigal: and his carriage neither Apish, nor sullen. In sum, he is an approver of his Pedigree, by the Nobleness of his passage, and, in the course of his life, an example to his posterity. An Unworthy Gentleman. AN Unworthy Gentleman is the scoff of Wit, and the scorn of Honour, where more wealth than wit is worshipped of Simplicity: who spends more in Idleness, then would maintain Thrift, or hides more in Misery, then might purchase Honour: whose delights are Vanities, and whose pleasures Fopperies, whose studies Fables, and, whose exercise, worse than Follies: His conversation is Base and his conference Ridiculous, his affections Ungracious, and his actions. Ignominious. His Apparel out of fashion, and his Diet out of order, his Carriage out of square, and, his company out of request. In sum, he is like a apparel Dog with a velvet collar, a Carthorse with a golden Saddle, a Buzzard kite with a Falcons Bells, or a Baboon with a pied jerkin. A Worthy Lawyer. A Worthy Lawyer is the Student of knowledge, how to bring controversies into a conclusion of Peace, and out of ignorance to gain understanding: He divides Time into uses, and Cases into constructions: He lays open obscurities, and is praised for the speech of Truth, and in the Court of Conscience pleads much in Forma pauperis, for small fees: He is a mean for the preservation of Titles, and the holding of possessions, and a great instrument of Peace in the judgement of impartiality: He is the Clients hope, in his Cases pleading, and his hearts comfort in a happy issue: He is the finder out of Tricks in the craft of ill conscience, and the joy of the distressed in the relief of justice. In sum, he is a maker of Peace, among the Spirits of Contention, & a continuer of quiet, in the execution of the Law. An Unworthy Lawyer. AN Unlearned and unworthily called a Lawyer, is the figure of a Foot-post, who carries Letters, but knows not what is in them, only can read the superscriptions, to direct them to their right owners. So trudgeth this simple Clerk, that can scarce read a Case when it is written, with his hand-full of papers, from one Court to another, and from one Counsellors chamber to another, when by his good payment, for his pains, he will be so saucy, as to call himself a Solicitor: But what a taking are poor Clients in, when this too much trusted cunning companion, better read in Pierce Ploughman, then in Ploydon, and in the Play of Richard the Third, then in the Pleas of Edward the Fourth; persuades them all is sure, when he is sure of all? and in what a misery are the poor men, when, upon a Nihil dicit, because indeed, this poor fellow, Nihil potest dicere, they are in danger of an Execution, before they know wherefore they are condemned: But, I wish all such more wicked than witty, unlearned in the Law and abusers of the same, to look a little better into their consciences, and to leave their crafty courses, lest when the Law indeed lays them open, in stead of carrying papers in their hands, they wear not papers on their heads, and in stead of giving ear to their Clients causes, or rather eyes into their purses, they have near an Ear left to hear withal, nor good Eye to see withal; or at least honest Face to look out withal: but as the Grasshoppers of Egypt, be counted the Caterpillars of England, and not the Fox that stole the Goose, but the great Fox that stole the Farm, from the Gander. A Worthy Soldier. A Worthy Soldier is the child of Valour, who was borne for the service of necessity, and to bear the Ensign of Honour, in the actions of Worth: He is the Dyer of the Earth with blood, and the ruin of the erections of Pride: He is the watch of Wit, in the advantage of Time, and the executioner of Wrath upon the wilful offender: He disputes questions with the point of a Sword, and prefers Death to indignities: He is a Lion to Ambition, and a Lamb to Submission: he hath Hope fast by the hand, and treads upon the head of Fear. He is the King's Champion, and the kingdoms Guard, pieces preserver, and Rebellions terror: He makes the Horse trample at the sound of a Trumpet, and leads on to a battle, as if he were going to a breakfast; he knows not the nature of Cowardice, for his rest is set up upon Resolution: his strongest fortification is his Mind, which beats off the assaults of idle humours, and his life is the passage of danger, where, an undaunted Spirit stoops to no Fortune; with his arms he wins his Arms, and by his desert in the field, his Honour in the Court. In sum, in the truest Manhood he is the true man: and in the creation of Honour, a most worthy Creature. An Untrained Soldier. AN Untrained Soldier is like a young hound, that when the first falls to hunt, he knows not how to lay his nose to the earth: Who having his name but in a book, and marched twice about a market place, when he comes to a piece of service, knows not how to bestow himself: He marches as if he were at plough, carries his Pike like a Pikestaff, and his sword before him, for fear of losing from his side: if he be a Shot, he will be rather ready to say a Grace over his Piece, and so to discharge his hands of it, then to learn how to discharge it with a grace: he puts on his Armour over his ears, like a waistcoat, and wears his Morion like a nightcap; when he is quartered in the field, he looks for his bed, and when he sees his Provant, he is ready to cry for his victuals; and ere he know well where he is, wish heartily he were at home again, with hanging down his head, as if his heart were in his hose: sleep till a Drum, or a deadly bullet awake him, and so carry himself in all Companies, that till Martial Discipline have seasoned his understanding, he is like a Cipher among figures, an Owl among birds, a Wise man among fools, and a shadow among men. A Worthy Physician. A Worthy Physician is the enemy of sickness, in purging nature from corruption: his action is most in feeling of pulses, and his discourses chiefly of the natures of diseases: He is a great searcher out of simples, and accordingly makes his composition: he persuades abstinence, and patience, for the benefit of health, while purgeing and bleeding are the chief courses of his counsel: the Apothecary, and the Chirurgeon are his two chief attendants, with whom conferring upon Time, grows temperate in his cures: Surfeits, and wantonness are great agents for his employment, when by the secret of his skill, out of others weakness he gathers his own strength. In sum, he is a necessary member for an unnecessary malady, to find a disease and to cure the diseased. An Unworthy Physician. AN unlearned, and so Unworthy Physician, is a kind of Horseleech, whose cure is most in drawing of blood, and a desperate purge, either to cure, or kill, as it hits; his discourse is most of the cures that he hath done, and them afar off: and not a receipt under a hundredth pounds, though it be not worth three halfpences: Upon the market day he is much haunted with Urinals, where if he find any thing (though he know nothing) yet he will say somewhat, which if it hit to some purpose, with a few fustian words, he will seem a piece of strange stuff: he is never without old merry tales, and stale jests to make old folks laugh, and Cumfits, or Plums in his pocket, to please little Children: yea, and he will be talking of complexions, though he know nothing of their dispositions: and if his medicine do a feat, he is a made man among fools: but being wholly unlearned, and oft-times unhonest, let me thus briefly describe him: He is a plain kind of Mountebank, and a true Quacksalver, a danger for the sick to deal withal, and a Dizzard in the world to talk withal. A Worthy Merchant. A Worthy Merchant is the heir of adventure, whose hopes hang much upon wind: Upon a wooden horse he rides through the world, and in a merry Gale, makes a path through the Seas: he is a discoverer of Countries, and a finder out of commodities, resolute in his attempts, and royal in his expenses: he is the life of Traffic, and the maintainer of Trade, the sailors Master, and the soldiers friend; he is the exercise of the exchange, the honour of credit, the observation of Time, and the understanding of thrift: his study is number, his care his accounts, his comfort his Conscience, and his wealth his good Name: he fears not Silla, and sails close by Charybdis, and having beaten out a storm, rides at rest in a harbour: by his Sea gain, he makes his land-purchase, and by the knowledge of Trade, finds the key of Treasure: out of his travails, he makes his discourses, and from his eye-obseruations, brings the Models of Architectures; he plants the earth with foreign fruits, and knows at home what is good abroad: he is neat in apparel, modest in demeanour, dainty in diet, and civil in his carriage. In sum, he is the Pillar of a City, the enricher of a Country, the furnisher of a Court, and the worthy servant of a King. An Unworthy Merchant. AN Unworthy Merchant is a kind of peddler, who (with the help of a Broker) gets more by his wit, then by his honesty: he doth sometime use to give out money to Gamesters, be paid in post, upon a hand at Dice: sometime, he gains more by Baubles, than better Stuffs, and rather than fail, will adventure a false oath for a fraudulent gain; he deals with no whole sale, but all his honesty is at one word: as for wares and weights he knows how to hold the balance, and for his Conscience, he is not ignorant what to do with it: his travail is most by land, for he fears to be too busy with the water, and whatsoever his ware be, he will be sure of his money: the most of his wealth is in a pack of trifles, and for his honesty, I dare not pass my word for him; if he be rich, 'tis ten to one of his pride, and if he be poor, he breaks without his fast. In sum, he is the disgrace of a Merchant, the dishonour of a City, the discredit of his parish, and the dislike of all. A good man. A Good man is an image of God, Lord over all his Creatures, and created only for his service: he is made capable of Reason, to know the properties of Nature, and by the inspiration of Grace, to know things supernatural: He hath a face always to look upward, and a Soul that gives life to all the Senses, he lives in the World as a Stranger, while Heaven is the home of his spirit: his life is but the labour of sense; and his death, the way to his rest: his study is the word of Truth, and his delight is in the law of love: his provision is but to serve necessity, and his care the exercise of Charity: he is more conversant with the divine Prophets, than the world's profits, and makes the joy of his soul in the tidings of his salvation: he is wise in the best wit, and wealthy in the richest treasure: his hope is but the comfort of mercy, and his fear but the hurt of sin: Pride is the hate of his soul, and Patience the worker of his peace, his Guide is the wisdom of Grace, and his travail but to the heavenly jerusalem. In sum, he is the Elect of God, the blessing of Grace, the seed of love, and the fruit of life. An Atheist, or most bad man. AN Atheist is a figure of desperation, who dare do any thing even to his soul's damnation: he is in nature a Dog, in wit an Ass, in passion a Bedlam, and in action a Devil: He makes Sin a jest, Grace an humour, Truth a fable, and Peace a Cowardice: his Horse is his pride, his Sword is his Castle, his Apparel his riches, and his Punk his Paradise: he makes Robbery his purchase, Lechery his Solace, Mirth his Exercise, and Drunkenness his Glory: he is the danger of Society, the love of Vanity, the hate of Charity, and the shame of Humanity: he is God's enemy, his Parent's grief, his Country's plague, and his own confusion; he spoils that is necessary, and spends that is needless; he spites at the Gracious, and spurns at the Godly: the Tavern is his Palace, & his belly is his God, a Whore is his Mistress, and the Devil is his Master: Oaths are his Graces, Wounds his Badges; Shifts are his practices, and beggary his payments: He knows not GOD, nor thinks of Heaven, but walks thorough the world, as a Devil towards Hell: Virtue knows him not, Honesty finds him not, Wisdom loves him not, and Honour regards him not: he is but the Cutler's friend, and the Surgeons Agent, the thieves Companion, and the Hangman's Benefactor: he was begotten untimely, and borne unhappily, lives ungraciously, and dies unchristianly: He is of no Religion, nor good fashion, hardly good complexion, & most vile in condition. In sum, he is a Monster among men, a jew among Christians, a fool among Wisemen, and a devil among Saints. A Wise man. A Wise man, is a Clock that never strikes but at his hour, or rather like a Dial, that being set right with the Sun, keeps his true course in his compass. So the heart of a Wise man, set in the course of Virtue by the spirit of Grace, runs the course of life, in the compass of eternal comfort: He measureth Time, and tempreth Nature, employeth Reason, and commandeth Sense: He hath a deaf Ear to the Charmer, a close mouth to the Slanderer, an open hand to Charity, and an humble mind to Piety: Observation and experience are his reasons labours, and Patience with Conscience are the lines of his loves measure, Contemplation, and Meditation are his Spirits exercise, and GOD and his Word are the joy of his Soul: He knows not the Pride of Prosperity, nor the misery of Adversity, but takes the one as the Day, the other as the Night: He knows no Fortune, but builds all upon providence, and through the hope of Faith, hath a fair aim at Heaven: His words are weighed with judgement, and, his Actions are the examples of Honour: He is fit for the seat of Authority, and deserves the reverence of Subjection: He is precious in the counsel of a King, and mighty in the sway of a Kingdom. In sum, he is God's servant, and the World's Master, a stranger upon Earth, and a Citizen in Heaven. A Foole. A Fool is the Abortive of wit, where Nature had more power than Reason, in bringing forth the fruit of imperfection, his actions are most in extremes, and the scope of his brain is but Ignorance: only Nature hath taught him to feed, and Use, to labour without knowledge: He is a kind of shadow of a better substance, or, like the Vision of a Dream, that yields nothing awake: he is commonly known by one of two special Names, derived from their qualities, as, from wilful Willfoole, and Hodge from Hodgepodge; all meats are alike, all are one to a Fool: His exercises are commonly divided into four parts, Eating and Drinking, Sleeping and Laughing: four things are his chief Loves: a Bauble, and a Bell, a Coxcomb, and a Pide-coate: He was begotten in unhappiness, borne to no goodness, lives but in beastliness, and dies but in forgetfulness. In sum, he is the shame of Nature, the trouble of Wit, the charge of Charity, and the loss of Liberality. An Honest man. AN Honest man is like a plain Coat, which, without welt or guard, keepeth the body from wind and weather, and being well made, fits him best that wears it; and where the stuff is more regarded than the fashion, there is not much ado in the putting of it on: so, the mind of an Honest man without tricks or compliments, keeps the credit of a good Conscience from the scandal of the World, and the worm of Iniquity: which, being wrought, by the Workman of Heaven, fits him best that wears it to his service: and, where Virtue is more esteemed than Vanity, it is put on, and worn with that ease, that shows the excellency of the Workman: His study is Virtue, his word Truth, his life the passage of Patience, and his death the rest of his Spirit: His travail is a Pilgrimage, his way is plainness, his pleasure Peace, and his delight is Love: His care is his Conscience, his wealth is his credit, his charge is his Charity, and his content is his Kingdom. In sum, he is a Diamond among jewels, a Phoenix among Birds, an Unicorn among Beasts, and a Saint among men. A Knave. A Knave is the scum of Wit, and the scorn of Reason, the hate of Wisdom, and the dishonour of Humanity: He is the danger of Society, and the hurt of Amity, the infection of Youth, and the corruption of Age: He is a Traitor to Affiance, and abuse to employment, and a rule of Villainy, in a plot of mischief: He hath a Cat's eye, and a bears paw, a Sirens tongue, and a Serpent's sting: His Words are lies, his Oaths perjuries, his Studies subtleties, and his practices Villainies, his Wealth is his wit, his Honour is his wealth, his Glory is his gain, and his god is his Gold: He is no man's friend, and his own enemy, cursed on Earth, and banished from Heaven: He was begotten ungraciously, borne untimely, lives dishonestly, and dies shamefully: His heart is a puddle of Poison, his Tongue a sting of iniquity, his Brain a distiller of deceit, and his Conscience a compass of Hell. In sum, he is a Dog in disposition, a Fox in wit, a Wolf in his prey, and a Devil in his Pride. An Usurer. AN Usurer is a figure of Misery, who hath made himself a slave to his Money: His Eye is closed from pity, and his hand from Charity, his Ear from compassion, and his heart from Piety: while he lives, he is the hate of a Christian, and, when he dies, he goes with horror to hell: His study is sparing, and his care is getting, his fear is wanting, and his death is losing: His Diet is either fasting, or poor fare, his Clothing the Hangman's wordrobe, his house the receptacle of Thievery, and his Music the chinking of his Money: He is a kind of Canker, that with the teeth of Interest, eats the hearts of the poor, and a venomous Fly, that sucks out the blood of any flesh that he lights on. In sum, he is a servant of dross, a slave to Misery, an Agent for Hell, and a Devil in the World. A Beggar. A Beggar is the child of Idleness, whose life is a resolution of ease, his travail is most in the Highways, and his Randevows is commonly in an Alehouse: His study is to counterfeit Impotency, and his practice, to cozen simplicity of Charity, the juice of the Malt is the liquor of his life, and at bed, and at board a Louse is his companion: He fears no such enemy, as a Constable, and, being acquainted with the stocks, must visit them, as he goes by them: He is a Drone that feeds upon the labours of the Bee, and unhappily begotten, that is borne for no goodness; his staff and his scrip are his walking furniture, and what he lacks in meat, he will have out in drink: He is a kind of Caterpillar that spoils much good fruit, and an unprofitable creature to live in a commonwealth: He is seldom handsome, and often noisome, always troublesome, and never welcome: he prays for all, and preys upon all, begins with blessing, but ends often with cursing: if he have a Licence, he shows it with a grace, but if he have none, he is submissive to the ground: sometime he is a Thief, but, always a Rogue, and in the nature of his profession, the shame of Humanity. In sum, he is commonly begot in a Bush, borne in a Barn, lives in a Highway, and dies in a Ditch. A Virgin. A Virgin is the beauty of Nature, where the Spirit gracious makes the creature Glorious: She is the love of Virtue, the honour of Reason, the grace of Youth, and the comfort of Age: Her study is Holiness, her exercise Goodness, her grace Humility, and her love is Charity: her countenance is Modesty; her speech is Truth, her wealth Grace, and her fame Constancy: her virtue Continence, her labour Patience, her diet Abstinence, and her care Conscience: Her conversation Heavenly, her meditations Angellike, her prayers Devout, and her hopes Divine: Her parent's joy, her kindred's Honour, her countries Fame, and her own Felicity: She is the blessed of the Highest, the praise of the Worthiest, the love of the Noblest, and the nearest to the Best: She is of creatures the Rarest, of Women the Chiefest, of nature the Purest, and of Wisdom the Choicest. Her life is a Pilgrimage, her death but a Passage, her description a Wonder, and her name an Honour. In sum, she is the daughter of Glory, the mother of Grace, the sister of Love, and the beloved of Life. A wanton Woman. A Wanton Woman is the figure of Imperfection, in nature, an Ape, in quality, a Wagtail, in countenance, a Witch, and in condition, a kind of Devil: her beck is a net, her word a charm, her look an illusion, and her company a confusion: her life is the play of idleness, her diet the excess of dainties, her love the change of vanities, and her exercise the invention of follies: her pleasures are fancies, her studies fashions, her delight colours, and her wealth her clothes: her care is to deceive, her comfort her Company, her house is vanity, and her Bed is ruin, her discourses are fables, her vows, dissimulations, her conceits subtleties, and her contents varieties: She would she knows not what, and spends she cares not what, she spoils she sees not what, and doth she thinks not what: She is Youth's plague, and Ages Purgatory, Time's abuse, and Reasons trouble. In sum, she is a spice of madness, a spark of mischief, a touch of poison, and a fear of destruction. A quiet Woman. A Quiet woman is like a still wind, which neither chills the body, nor blows dust in the face: her Patience is a Virtue that wins the heart of love, and her wisdom makes her will well worthy regard: She fears God, and flieth sin, showeth kindness and loveth peace: her tongue is tied to discretion, and her heart is the harbour of goodness: She is acomfort of Calamity, and in prosperity a companion, a Physician in sickness, and a Musician in help: her ways are the walk toward heaven, and her Guide is the Grace of the Almighty: She is her husband's Downbed, where his heart lies at rest, and her children's Glass in the notes of her Grace, her servants honour in the keeping of her house, and her neighbour's example in the notes of a good nature: She skorns Fortune, and loves Virtue, and out of thrift gathereth Charity: she is a Turtle in her love, a Lamb in her meekness, a Saint in her heart, and an Angel in her soul. In sum, she is a jewel unprizable, and a joy unspeakable, a comfort in Nature incomparable, and a Wife in the world unmatchable. An Unquiet Woman. AN Unquiet Woman is the misery of man, whose demeanour is not to be described, but in extremities: her voice is the skrieching of an Owl, her eye the poison of a Cockatrice, her hand the claw of a Crocodile, and her heart a Cabinet of horror: She is the grief of Nature, the wound of Wit, the trouble of Reason, and the abuse of time: her pride is unsupportable, her anger unquenchable, her will unsatiable, and her malice unmatchable: She fears no colours, she cares for no counsel, she spares no persons, nor respects any time; her command is Must, her Reason Will, her Resolution Shall, and her satisfaction So: She looks at no law, and thinks of no Lord, admits no command, and keeps no good order: She is a cross, but not of Christ, and a word, but not of Grace, a creature, but not of wisdom, and a servant, but not of God. In sum, she is the seed of trouble, the fruit of travail, the taste of bitterness, and the digestion of death. A good Wife. A Good Wife is a world of wealth, where just cause of content makes a kingdom in conceit: She is the eye of wariness, the tongue of silence, the hand of labour, and the heart of love: a companion of kindness, a Mistress of Passion, an exercise of Patience, and an example of experience: She is the Kitchen Physician, the Chamber comfort, the Hall's care, and the Parlours Grace: She is the Dairies neatness, the Brue-house wholesomeness, the Garners provision, and the Gardens plantation: her voice is music, her countenance meekness, her mind virtuous, and her soul gracious: she is her Husband's jewel, her children's joy, her neighbours love, and her servants honour; she is Poverties prayer, and Charity's praise, Religion's love, and Devotions zeal: she is a care of necessity, and a course of Thrift, a book of Housewifery, and a mirror of modesty. In sum, she is God's blessing, and Man's happiness, Earth's honour, and heavens creature. An Effeminate Foole. AN Effeminate fool is the figure of a Baby; he loves nothing but gay, to look in a Glass, to keep among Wenches, and, to play with trifles: to feed on sweet meats, and to be danced in Laps, to be embraced in Arms, and to be kissed on the Cheek: To talk Idly, to look demurely, to go Nicely, and to Laugh continually: To be his Mistress servant, and her maids master, his Father's Love, and his Mother's none-Child; to play on a Fiddle, and sing a Lovesong, to wear sweet Gloves, and look on fine things: To make purposes, and write Verses, devise Riddles, and tell lies: To follow Plays, and study Dances, to hear News, and buy trifles: To sigh for Love, and weep for kindness, and mourn for company, and be sick for fashion: To ride in a Coach, and gallop a Hackney, to watch all Night, and sleep out the Morning: to lie on a bed, and take Tobacco, and to send his Page of an idle message to his Mistress: to go upon Gigges, to have his Ruffs set in print, to pick his Teeth, and play with a Puppet. In sum, he is a manchild, and a Woman's man, a gaze of Folly, and wisdoms grief. A Parasite. A Parisite is the Image of iniquity, who for the gain of dross, is devoted to all villainy: He is a kind of Thief, in committing of Burglary, when he breaks into houses with his tongue, and picks pockets with his flattery: his face is brazed that he cannot blush, and his hands are limed to catch hold what he can light on: his tongue is a Bell (but not of the Church, except it be the Devils) to call his Parish to his service: he is sometime a Pander to carry messages of ill meetings, and perhaps hath some Eloquence to persuade sweetness in sin: he is like a dog at a door, while the devils dance in the chamber, or like a Spider in the house top, that lives on the poison below: he is the hate of honesty, and the abuse of beauty, the spoil of Youth, and the misery of Age. In sum, he is a danger in a Court, a Cheater in a City, a jester in the Country, and a jacke-an-apes in all. A Bawd. A Bawd is a kind of Woman-Beast, who having lost the honour of her Virginity in her youth, means to go to hell in her Age: She is dangerous among young people, for fear of the infection of the falling sickness, and not to teach children to spell, lest she learn them too soon to put together: she is partly a Surgeon, but most for the the allaying of swellings in the lower parts, and hath commonly a charm to conjure the Devil into hell: She grieves at nothing more, then at disability to sin, and is never so merry, as when she is persuaded to be young: she fears nothing more than the Cart, and cares for nothing but ease, and loves a cup of Sack and a pot of Ale, almost as well as the hope of her salvation: she is much subject to sore eyes, and ill teeth, with sitting up late, and feeding on sweet things: she is a Gossip at a Childbirth, where, her mirth is a bawdy tale; and a Matron in an Hospital, to see young wenches well set to work. In sum, she is the loathsomeness of Nature, the hate of Virtue, the spoil of wealth, and the ruin of Maidenheads. A Drunkard. A Drunkard is a Noun adjective, for he cannot stand alone by himself; yet in his greatest weakness, a great trier of strength, whether health or sickness will have the upper hand in a surfeit: He is a spectacle of deformity, and a shame of humanity, a view of sin, and a grief of Nature: he is the annoyance of Modesty, and the trouble of Civility, the spoil of wealth, and the spite of Reason: he is only the Brewer's Agent, and the Alehouse Benefactor, the beggars Companion, and the Constable's trouble: he is his Wife's woe, his children's sorrow, his Neighbour's scoff, and his own shame. In sum, he is a Tub of swill, a Spirit of sleep, a picture of a Beast, and a Monster of a man. A Coward. A Coward is the child of fear, he was begotten in cold blood, when Nature had much ado to make up a Creature like a man: his life is a kind of sickness, which breeds a kind of palsy in the joints, and his death the terror of his conscience, with the extreme weakness of his faith: he loves Peace as his life, for he fears a sword in his soul: if he cut his finger, he looketh presently for the sign, and if his head ache, he is ready to make his will: a report of a cannon strikes him flat on his face, and a clap of thunder makes him a strange Metamorphosis: rather than he will fight, he will be beaten, and if his legs will help him, he will put his arms to no trouble: he makes love commonly with his purse, and brags most of his Maidenhead, he will not marry but into a quiet family, and not too fair a wife, to avoid quarrels: if his wife frown upon him, he sighs, and if she give him an unkind word, he weeps: he loves not the horns of a Bull, nor the paws of a Bear: and if a dog bark, he will not come near the house: if he be rich, he is afraid of thieves, and if he be poor he will be slave to a Beggar. In sum, he is the shame of manhood, the disgrace of Nature, the scorn of Reason, and the hate of honour. An honest Poor man. AN honest Poor man is the proof of misery, where patience is put to the trial of her strength to endure grief without passion, in starving with concealed necessity, or standing in the adventures of Charity: if he be married, Want rings in his ears, and woe watereth his eyes: if single, he droopeth with the shame of Beggary, or dies with the passion of penury: of the Rich, he is shunned like infection, and of the poor learns but a heartbreaking profession: his bed is the earth, and the heaven is his canopy, the Sun is his Summer's comfort, and the Moon is his Winter candle: his sighs are the notes of his music, and his Song is like the Swan before her death: his study, his patience, and his exercise prayer; his diet, the herbs of the earth, and his drink, the water of the River: his travel is the walk of the woeful, and his horse Bayard of ten-toes: his apparel but the clothing of nakedness, and his wealth but the hope of heaven: He is a stranger in the world, for no man craves his acquaintance, & his funeral is without Ceremony, when there is no mourning for the miss of him: yet may he be in the state of Election, and in the life of love, and more rich in Grace, than the greatest of the World. In sum, he is the grief of Nature, the sorrow of Reason, the pity of wisdom, and the charge of Charity. A Just man. A Just man is the Child of Truth, begotten by virtue and kindness, when Nature in the temper of the spirit, made even the balance of Indifferency: his eye is clear from blindness, and his hand from Bribery, his will from wilfulness, and his heart from wickedness: his word and deed are all one, his life shows the nature of his love, his care is the charge of his Conscience, and his comfort, the assurance of his Salvation: In the Seat of justice, he is the grace of the Law, and in the judgement of Right, the honour of Reason: he fears not the power of Authority to equal justice with Mercy, and joys but in the judgement of Grace, to see the execution of justice: his judgement is worthy of honour, and his Wisdom is gracious in Truth: his Honour is famous in Virtue, and his Virtue is precious in Example. In sum, he is a spirit of Understanding, a brain of Knowledge, a heart of Wisdom, and a Soul of Blessedness. A Repentant Sinner. A Repentant Sinner is the Child of Grace, who being borne for the service of God, makes no reckoning of the mastership of the world, yet, doth he glorify God in the beholding of his creatures, and in giving praise to his holy Name, in the admiration of his workmanship: He is much of the nature of an Angel, who being sent into the world but to do the will of his Master, is ever longing to be at home with his fellows: He desires nothing but that is necessary, and delighteth in nothing that is transitory, but contemplates more than he can conceive, and meditates only upon the Word of the Almighty; his Senses are the tyrers of his Spirit, while, in the course of nature, his Soul can find no rest: He shakes off the rags of Sin, and is clothed with the rob of Virtue: he puts off Adam, and puts on Christ: His heart is the anvil of Truth, where the brain of his Wisdom beats the thoughts of his Mind, till they be fit for the service of his Maker: His labour is the travail of Love, by the rule of Grace to find the highway to Heaven: His fear is greater than his Love of the World, and his Love is greater than his fear of God. In sum, he is in the Election of Love, in the book of Life, an Angel incarnate, and a blessed Creature. A Reprobate. A Reprobate is the Child of sin, who being borne for the service of the Devil, cares not what villainy he does in the world: His wit is always in a maze, for his courses are ever out of order, and while his will stands for his wisdom, the best that falls out of him, is a Fool: He betrays the trust of the simple, and sucks out the blood of the Innocent. His breath is the fume of Blasphemy, and his Tongue the firebrand of Hell: His desires are the destruction of the Virtuous, and his delights are the Traps to damnation: He baths in the blood of Murder, and sups up the broth of Iniquity: He frighteth the Eyes of the Godly, & disturbeth the hearts of the Religious: he marreth the wits of the Wise, and is hateful to the Souls of the Gracious. In sum, he is an inhuman Creature, a fearful Companion, a man-Monster, and a Devil incarnate. An Old man. AN Old man is the declaration of Time, in the defect of nature, and the imperfection of sense in the use of Reason: He is in the observation of Time, a Calendar of experience, but in the power of Action, he is a blank among Lots: He is the subject of weakness, the Agent of sickness, the displeasure of life, and the forerunner of death: He is twice a Child, and half a man, a living Picture, and a dying Creature: he is a blown Bladder, that is only stuffed with wind, and a withered Tree, that hath lost the sap of the Root: or an old Lute with strings all broken, or a ruined Castle that is ready to fall: He is the eyesore of Youth, and the jest of Love, and in the fullness of Infirmity, the Mirror of Misery. Yet, in the honour of Wisdom, he may be Gracious in Gravity, and in the government of justice, deserve the Honour of Reverence: Yea, his Words may be notes for the use of Reason, and his Actions examples for the imitation of discretion. In sum, in whatsoever estate, he is but as the snuff of a Candle, that pink it never so long, it will out at last. A Young man. A Young man is the Spring of Time, when Nature in her Pride shows her Beauty to the World: He is the delight of the Eye, and the study of the mind, the labour of instruction, and the Pupil of Reason: His Wit is in making or marring, his Wealth in gaining or losing, his Honour in advancing or declining, and his Life in abridging or increasing: He is a bloom, that either is blasted in the Bud, or grows to a good fruit, or a Bird that dies in the nest, or lives to make use of her wings: He is a Colt that must have a Bridle, ere he be well managed, and a Falcon that must be well man'd, or he will never be reclaimed: He is the Darling of Nature, and the charge of Reason, the exercise of Patience, and the hope of Charity: His exercise is either Study or Action, and his study either Knowledge or Pleasure: His disposition gives a great note of his generation, and yet, his breeding may either better or worse him, though to wish a blackmoor white, be the loss of labour, and what is bred in the bone, will never out of the flesh. In sum, till experience have seasoned his Understanding, he is rather a Child then a man, a prey of flattery, or a praise of providence, in the way of Grace, to prove a Saint, or in the way of sin, to grow a Devil. A Holy man. A Holy man is the chiefest Creature in the workmanship of the World: He is the highest in the Election of Love, and the nearest to the Image of the human Nature of his Maker: He is served of all the creatures in the Earth, and created but for the service of his Creator: He is capable of the course of Nature, and by the rule of Observation, finds the Art of Reason; his senses are but servants to his Spirit, which is guided by a power above himself: his Time is only known to the Eye of the Almighty, and what he is in his most greatness, is as nothing, but in his Mercy: He makes Law by the direction of life, and lives but in the mercy of Love: he treads upon the face of the Earth, till in the same substance he be trod upon, though his Soul that gave life to his senses, live in Heaven, till the resurrection of his flesh: He hath an Eye to look upward towards Grace, while Labour is only the punishment of sin: his Faith is the hand of his Soul, which layeth hold on the promise of Mercy: his Patience, the Tenure of the possession of his Soul, his Charity, the rule of his life, and his hope, the Anchor of his Salvation: His study is the state of Obedience, and his exercise the continuance of Prayer; his life but a passage to a better, and his death, the rest of his labours: His heart is a watch to his Eye, his wit, a door to his Mouth, his Soul, a guard to his Spirit, and his Limbs, but labourers for his Body. In sum, he is ravished with Divine Love, hateful to the nature of Sin, troubled with the Vanities of the World, and longing for his joy but in Heaven. FINIS.