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             The scourge of basenesse, or, The old lerry with a new kicksey, and a new cum twang with the old winsye wherein Iohn Taylor hath curried or clapperclawed, neere a thousand of his bad debters, who will not pay him vpon his returnes from Scotland, Germany, Bohemia, the voyages of the paper boate, and his nauigations to Yorke and Salsbury with Oates.
             Taylor, John, 1580-1653.
          
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           The
           Scourge
           of
           Basenesse
           .
           OR
           The
           old
           Lerry
           with
           a
           new
           Kicksey
           ,
           and
           a
           new
           cum
           twang
           with
           the
           old
           Winsye
           .
           VVherein
           
             Iohn
             Taylor
          
           hath
           curried
           or
           clapperclawed
           ,
           neere
           a
           thousand
           of
           his
           bad
           Debters
           ,
           who
           will
           not
           pay
           him
           vpon
           his
           Returnes
           from
           
             Scotland
             Germany
             ,
             Bohemia
          
           ,
           the
           voyages
           of
           the
           paper
           boate
           ,
           and
           his
           Nauigations
           to
           Yorke
           and
           Salsbury
           with
           Oares
           .
        
         
           
             My
             Debters
             like
             seauen
             Eeles
             with
             slipry
             tailes
             ,
          
           
             One
             sort
             1
             catch
             ,
             sixe
             slips
             away
             and
             failes
             .
          
        
         
         
           London
           ,
           Printed
           by
           
             N.
             O.
          
           for
           
             Mathew
             Walbanck●
          
           ,
           dwelling
           in
           Graves
           〈…〉
        
      
       
         
         
         
           TO
           THE
           MIRROR
           OF
           GOOD
           FELLOWSHIP
           ,
           THE
           PATterne
           of
           true
           Friendship
           ,
           
             and
             the
             onely
             nonparallell
             of
             iouiall
             Entertainment
          
           ;
           Mr.
           
             Andrew
             Hilton
          
           ,
           at
           the
           
             signe
             of
             the
             horshooe
             ,
             at
          
           Daintree
           ;
           I.
           Taylor
           wisheth
           dayly
           increase
           of
           good
           Guests
           ,
           tue
           
             payment
             ,
             hearts
             content
             in
             this
             life
             ,
             and
             afterward
          
           as
           much
           happines
           as
           his
           soule
           can
           desire
           .
        
         
           KInd
           Sir
           ,
           I
           haue
           seene
           oftentimes
           men
           offering
           to
           snusfe
           a
           candle
           ,
           haue
           against
           their
           wills
           put
           it
           cleane
           out
           ;
           and
           an
           vnskilfull
           Chirurgian
           
           taking
           a
           small
           greene
           wound
           in
           hand
           ,
           hath
           brought
           it
           to
           an
           old
           Vlcer
           .
           I
           would
           be
           loath
           ,
           for
           my
           part
           ,
           to
           imitate
           either
           of
           these
           examples
           ;
           for
           my
           intent
           is
           ,
           confession
           of
           the
           wrong
           I
           did
           you
           :
           and
           an
           endeauour
           to
           make
           amends
           .
           I
           doe
           confesse
           that
           I
           did
           you
           wrong
           in
           print
           ,
           in
           my
           booke
           of
           my
           Trauels
           to
           Scotland
           ,
           and
           now
           in
           print
           ,
           I
           doe
           make
           you
           a
           publike
           satisfaction
           ;
           For
           ,
           I
           protest
           to
           God
           ,
           that
           I
           haue
           heard
           so
           much
           good
           report
           of
           you
           ,
           that
           I
           am
           double
           sorry
           that
           I
           was
           so
           mistaken
           ,
           and
           that
           I
           haue
           
           beene
           so
           long
           time
           before
           I
           haue
           printed
           my
           recantatiō
           .
           It
           was
           your
           Tapsters
           want
           of
           wit
           and
           manners
           ,
           and
           my
           want
           of
           discretion
           ,
           that
           was
           the
           grounds
           of
           my
           too
           much
           credulity
           and
           temerity
           .
           For
           his
           part
           I
           wish
           him
           no
           more
           harme
           ,
           but
           that
           chalke
           may
           bee
           his
           best
           payments
           ,
           Thunder
           may
           sowre
           his
           Hogsheads
           ,
           Rats
           gnaw
           out
           his
           spigots
           at
           midnight
           ,
           and
           himselfe
           to
           commit
           his
           witte
           to
           the
           keeping
           of
           a
           foole
           or
           a
           knaue
           while
           heliues
           ;
           And
           your
           hostlers
           ,
           for
           gaping
           so
           greedily
           like
           gudgeons
           vpon
           mee
           ,
           
           I
           pray
           that
           they
           may
           euery
           day
           mourne
           in
           litter
           and
           horse-dung
           .
           But
           these
           are
           but
           Iests
           by
           the
           way
           ,
           for
           as
           many
           as
           knowes
           you
           ,
           haue
           told
           mee
           that
           if
           you
           had
           beene
           at
           home
           ,
           my
           entertainment
           had
           been
           better
           :
           if
           it
           had
           beene
           so
           ,
           it
           had
           bin
           more
           then
           you
           owed
           me
           ,
           and
           more
           then
           I
           at
           that
           time
           could
           haue
           required
           :
           but
           I
           would
           haue
           stretched
           my
           wit
           vpon
           the
           tenters
           of
           Inuention
           ,
           in
           the
           praise
           of
           Innes
           and
           Inkeepers
           ;
           I
           would
           haue
           put
           the
           forgetfull
           world
           in
           minde
           of
           the
           good
           seruice
           that
           Rahab
           the
           Inne-keeper
           
           did
           at
           Iericho
           ,
           in
           hiding
           and
           preseruing
           the
           spyes
           that
           were
           sent
           by
           Caleb
           and
           Ioshua
           ;
           I
           would
           haue
           made
           the
           obliuious
           logger-headed
           Age
           remember
           ,
           that
           the
           Redeemer
           of
           the
           world
           did
           grace
           an
           Inne
           with
           his
           blessed
           birth
           :
           What
           place
           then
           but
           an
           Inne
           was
           the
           High
           Court
           of
           Heauen
           and
           Earth
           ,
           the
           residence
           &
           lodging
           of
           the
           immortall
           King
           ,
           of
           neuer-ending
           eternity
           ?
           This
           and
           more
           I
           would
           haue
           done
           ,
           but
           what
           is
           past
           cannot
           be
           recalled
           ,
           and
           it
           is
           too
           late
           to
           put
           olde
           omittings
           to
           new
           committings
           .
           And
           so
           my
           noble
           
           and
           thrice
           worthy
           hoste
           of
           hostes
           ,
           I
           omit
           not
           to
           commit
           you
           and
           yours
           to
           the
           protection
           of
           him
           that
           made
           you
           ,
           desiring
           you
           to
           take
           this
           merry
           Pamphlet
           in
           good
           part
           ,
           or
           in
           earnest
           of
           my
           better
           amends
           ,
           and
           as
           a
           qualifier
           of
           your
           Iust
           anger
           .
        
         
           
             Yours
             in
             the
             best
             of
             his
             eudeauours
             to
             be
             commanded
             ,
             
               IOHN
               TAYLOR
            
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           To
           the
           Reader
           .
        
         
           
             MY
             hearty
             condemnations
             ,
             I
             send
             forth
             ,
          
           
             Vnto
             a
             crew
             of
             Rascals
             ,
             nothing
             worth
             ,
          
           
             (
             Yet
             in
             some
             sort
             I
             wrong
             their
             high
             reputes
          
           
             Some
             of
             them
             are
             worth
             hanging
             for
             their
             sutes
             )
          
           
             Such
             as
             (
             to
             pay
             debts
             )
             haue
             the
             meanes
             ,
             not
             mindes
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             words
             ,
             and
             bonds
             ,
             are
             coustant
             as
             the
             windes
             ,
          
           
             Such
             as
             thinke
             satisfaction
             is
             a
             sinne
             ,
          
           
             And
             he
             most
             veriuous
             that
             's
             in
             debt
             most
             in
             ,
          
           
             Such
             for
             whose
             sakes
             ,
             (
             to
             my
             aparent
             losse
             )
          
           
             To
             Germany
             ,
             I
             twice
             the
             Seas
             did
             crosse
             ,
          
           
             To
             Scotland
             all
             on
             foot
             ,
             and
             backe
             from
             thence
             ,
          
           
             Not
             any
             Coyne
             about
             me
             for
             expence
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             a
             Rotten
             weake
             Browne
             paper
             Boate
             ,
          
           
             To
             Quinborough
             ,
             from
             London
             I
             did
             floate
             :
          
           
             Next
             to
             Bohemia
             ,
             o're
             the
             raging
             maine
             ,
          
           
             And
             troublous
             lands
             ,
             I
             went
             ,
             and
             came
             againe
             .
          
           
             Next
             with
             a
             Wherry
             ,
             I
             to
             Yorke
             did
             Ferry
             ,
          
           
             Which
             I
             did
             finde
             a
             voyage
             
               very
               merry
            
             .
          
           
             And
             lastly
             ,
             late
             I
             made
             a
             desperate
             launte
             ,
          
           
             From
             Famous
             London
             ,
             (
             sometimes
             Troynou●nte
             )
          
           
           
             To
             Salisbury
             ,
             through
             many
             a
             bitter
             blast
             ,
          
           
             I
             ,
             Rockes
             ,
             and
             Sands
             ,
             and
             foaming
             Billowes
             past
             ,
          
           
             That
             in
             ten
             thousand
             mouthes
             ,
             the
             City
             round
             ,
          
           
             The
             lying
             ,
             flying
             ,
             newes
             was
             ,
             I
             was
             drown'd
             :
          
           
             But
             I
             may
             see
             them
             hang'd
             before
             that
             day
             ,
          
           
             Who
             are
             my
             Debtors
             ,
             can
             ,
             and
             will
             not
             pay
             :
          
           
             These
             toyle
             some
             passages
             I
             vndertooke
             ,
          
           
             And
             gaue
             out
             Coyne
             ,
             and
             many
             a
             hundred
             Booke
             ,
          
           
             Which
             these
             base
             Mungrels
             tooke
             ,
             and
             promist
             me
          
           
             To
             giue
             me
             siue
             for
             one
             ,
             some
             foure
             ,
             some
             three
             :
          
           
             But
             now
             these
             Hownds
             ,
             no
             other
             pay
             affords
             ,
          
           
             Then
             shifting
             ,
             scornefull
             lookes
             ,
             and
             seuruy
             words
             ;
          
           
             And
             sure
             I
             thinke
             ,
             if
             I
             should
             harrow
             Hell.
          
           
             Where
             Diuels
             ,
             and
             cursed
             Reprobates
             do
             dwell
             ,
          
           
             I
             might
             finde
             many
             there
             ,
             that
             are
             their
             betters
             ,
          
           
             And
             haue
             more
             conscience
             ,
             then
             my
             wicked
             debtors
             .
          
           
             Thus
             to
             my
             seauen-fold
             troope
             of
             friends
             and
             foes
             ,
          
           
             My
             thankes
             ,
             and
             angry
             Muse
             ,
             thus
             onward
             goes
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           The
           VVhy
           and
           the
           VVherefore
           .
        
         
           I
           Haue
           published
           this
           Pamphlet
           ,
           to
           let
           my
           rich
           debtors
           vnderstand
           ,
           that
           as
           often
           as
           I
           meete
           them
           ,
           I
           doe
           looke
           that
           they
           should
           pay
           mee
           :
           and
           although
           I
           am
           shamefaste
           in
           not
           asking
           my
           due
           ,
           yet
           I
           would
           not
           haue
           them
           shamelesse
           in
           detaining
           it
           from
           
           me
           ,
           because
           the
           summes
           are
           but
           small
           ,
           and
           very
           easie
           for
           them
           (
           in
           generall
           )
           to
           pay
           ,
           and
           would
           do
           me
           a
           particular
           good
           to
           receiue
           .
        
         
           Secondly
           ,
           I
           haue
           sent
           this
           into
           the
           world
           ,
           to
           informe
           some
           ,
           that
           through
           their
           want
           doe
           shun
           and
           auoid
           my
           sight
           and
           company
           ,
           that
           they
           are
           much
           deceiued
           in
           my
           disposition
           :
           for
           I
           euer
           did
           esteeme
           an
           honest
           heart
           and
           a
           willing
           minde
           ,
           as
           well
           as
           their
           performances
           .
        
         
           Thirdly
           ,
           there
           are
           some
           great
           men
           ,
           who
           by
           reason
           of
           their
           extraordinary
           imployments
           ,
           my
           small
           acquaintance
           ,
           and
           lesse
           meanes
           of
           accesse
           vnto
           them
           ,
           with
           my
           
           want
           of
           impudencie
           ,
           and
           their
           mens
           want
           of
           courtesie
           to
           informe
           them
           ,
           all
           these
           are
           lets
           ,
           and
           demurres
           ,
           against
           my
           satisfaction
        
         
           Lastly
           ,
           the
           daily
           abuses
           that
           I
           haue
           concerning
           the
           booke
           of
           my
           Trauels
           ,
           wherein
           I
           am
           accused
           for
           lies
           ,
           and
           falsifications
           ;
           but
           I
           doe
           and
           euer
           will
           stedfastlie
           stand
           to
           the
           truth
           of
           euery
           title
           of
           it
           ,
           except
           the
           a-buse
           that
           I
           did
           to
           Maister
           Hilton
           at
           Daintree
           ,
           &
           that
           was
           not
           done
           on
           known
           malice
           neither
           ,
           but
           on
           blinde
           ignorant
           information
           :
           and
           there
           is
           a
           second
           Edition
           of
           my
           bookes
           of
           ●●auels
           comming
           foorth
           ,
           wherein
           I
           will
           Satyrize
           ,
           Cauterize
           ,
           and
           Stigmatize
           all
           the
           whole
           kennell
           of
           curres
           
           that
           dares
           maliciouslie
           snarle
           against
           manifest
           ,
           apparant
           ,
           and
           well
           knowne
           truths
           .
           In
           the
           meane
           space
           ,
           you
           that
           are
           my
           debtors
           ,
           if
           you
           please
           to
           pay
           me
           ,
           you
           shall
           therin
           put
           your selues
           out
           of
           a
           bad
           number
           amongst
           which
           you
           yet
           are
           placed
           :
           if
           you
           will
           not
           pay
           me
           ,
           take
           this
           bone
           to
           gnaw
           vpon
           ,
           That
           I
           doe
           hope
           to
           be
           euer
           better
           furnished
           with
           mony
           ,
           then
           you
           shall
           be
           with
           honestie
           .
        
         
           I.
           T.
           
        
      
       
         
         
           A
           Table
           of
           the
           generall
           heads
           ,
           
             containing
             seauen
             parts
          
           .
        
         
           
             1
             THose
             that
             haue
             paid
             .
          
           
             2
             Those
             that
             would
             pay
             if
             they
             could
             .
          
           
             3
             Those
             that
             walke
             inuisible
             ,
             and
             are
             not
             to
             be
             found
             ,
          
           
             4
             Those
             that
             say
             they
             will
             pay
             ,
             who
             knowes
             when
             .
          
           
             5
             Those
             that
             are
             dead
             .
          
           
             6
             Those
             that
             are
             fled
             .
          
           
             7
             Those
             Rorers
             that
             can
             pay
             ,
             and
             wil
             not
             .
          
        
         
           
        
         
           
           
             Those
             that
             To
             euer
             meane
             to
             pay
             ,
          
           
             Nothing
             at
             all
             this
             booke
             doth
             sar
             :
          
           
             To
             such
             my
             Satyre
             talketh
             still
             ,
          
           
             As
             haue
             not
             paid
             ,
             nor
             euer
             will.
             
          
        
      
    
     
       
         
         
           A
           Kicksey
           Winsey
           ,
           OR
           
             A
             Lerry
             Come-Twang
          
           :
           Wherein
           
             Iohn
             Taylor
          
           hath
           Satyrically
           suted
           750.
           
             of
             his
             bad
             debtors
             ,
             that
          
           will
           not
           pay
           him
           for
           his
           returne
           
             of
             his
             tourney
             from
             Scotland
          
           .
        
         
           
             1.
             
             My
             thankes
             to
             those
             that
             haue
             paid
             .
          
           
             
               YOu
               Worthy
               Worthyes
               ,
               of
               that
               liberall
               Tribe
               ,
            
             
               Who
               freely
               gaue
               your
               words
               ,
               or
               did
               subscribe
               :
            
             
               And
               were
               not
               itch'd
               with
               the
               vaine-glorious
               worme
               ,
            
             
             
               To
               write
               and
               lie
               ,
               but
               promise
               and
               performe
               ,
            
             
               Black
               Swans
               of
               Brittaine
               ,
               I
               ptotest
               you
               are
               ,
            
             
               And
               seeme
               (
               to
               me
               )
               each
               one
               a
               Blazing
               Starre
               ;
            
             
               For
               this
               inconstant
               Age
               so
               few
               affoords
            
             
               Of
               men
               ,
               whose
               deeds
               do
               counterpoise
               their
               words
               ,
            
             
               That
               finding
               one
               ,
               me
               thinkes
               I
               see
               a
               wonder
               ,
            
             
               More
               then
               Decembers
               Fruit
               ,
               or
               Winters
               Thunder
               ,
            
             
               Ingratitude
               ,
               I
               hold
               a
               vice
               so
               vile
               ,
            
             
               That
               I
               could
               ne're
               endur
               't
               a
               breathing
               while
               ,
            
             
               And
               therefore
               ,
               ere
               I
               'le
               prooue
               a
               thanklesse
               Iade
               ,
            
             
               Time
               in
               his
               course
               shall
               runne
               quite
               retrograde
               ;
            
             
               Yea
               ,
               euery
               thing
               shall
               hate
               his
               proper
               kind
               ,
            
             
               Before
               I
               'le
               harbour
               an
               ingratefull
               mind
               :
            
             
               And
               still
               I
               vow
               to
               quit
               you
               in
               some
               part
               ,
            
             
               With
               my
               best
               wishes
               ,
               and
               a
               thankefull
               heart
               :
            
             
               So
               much
               to
               you
               ,
               my
               Muse
               hath
               sung
               ,
               or
               said
            
             
               Whose
               louing
               bounties
               hath
               the
               Sculler
               paid
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             2.
             
             Those
             that
             would
             pay
             if
             they
             could
             .
          
           
             
               ANd
               as
               for
               you
               that
               would
               pay
               ,
               if
               you
               could
               ,
            
             
               I
               thank
               you
               ,
               though
               you
               do
               not
               as
               you
               should
            
             
             
               You
               promis'd
               faire
               ,
               and
               wrote
               as
               free
               as
               any
               ,
            
             
               But
               Time
               hath
               altered
               since
               ,
               the
               case
               with
               many
               ;
            
             
               Your
               monyes
               ,
               like
               low
               Tides
               ,
               are
               eb'd
               too
               low
               ,
            
             
               And
               when
               't
               is
               lowest
               't
               will
               begin
               to
               flow
               .
            
             
               To
               seek
               a
               breech
               from
               breechlesse
               men'twere
               vaine
               ,
            
             
               And
               sruitlesse
               labour
               would
               requite
               my
               paine
               :
            
             
               It
               were
               no
               Charity
               (
               as
               I
               suppose
               )
            
             
               To
               bid
               one
               wipe
               his
               nose
               ,
               that
               wants
               a
               nose
               ;
            
             
               And
               sure
               my
               Conscience
               would
               be
               lesse
               then
               little
               ,
            
             
               T'
               enrich
               my selfe
               ,
               by
               robbing
               of
               the
               Spittle
               :
            
             
               No
               ,
               honest
               friends
               (
               to
               end
               this
               vaine
               dispute
               )
            
             
               Your
               barren
               states
               may
               spring
               ,
               &
               bring
               forth
               fruite
               ;
            
             
               Your
               wills
               are
               good
               ,
               and
               whilst
               I
               keepe
               your
               bills
            
             
               Instead
               of
               paiment
               I
               accept
               good
               wills
               ;
            
             
               On
               hope
               and
               expectation
               I
               will
               feede
               ,
            
             
               And
               take
               your
               good
               endeauours
               for
               the
               deede
               :
            
             
               Praying
               that
               Crosses
               in
               your
               minds
               may
               cease
               ,
            
             
               And
               Crosses
               in
               your
               purses
               may
               increase
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             3.
             
             Those
             that
             are
             hard
             for
             me
             to
             finde
             ,
             and
             being
             found
             ,
             were
             better
             lost
             .
          
           
             
               ANother
               sort
               of
               debtors
               are
               behinde
               ,
            
             
               Some
               I
               know
               not
               ,
               and
               some
               I
               cannot
               finde
               :
            
             
               And
               some
               of
               them
               lies
               here
               and
               there
               ,
               by
               spirts
               ,
            
             
               Shifting
               their
               lodgings
               oftner
               then
               their
               shirts
               .
            
             
               Perchance
               I
               heare
               where
               one
               of
               these
               men
               lies
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               the
               morning
               vp
               betimes
               I
               rise
               ,
            
             
               And
               finde
               in
               Shorditch
               where
               he
               lodg'd
               a
               night
               ;
            
             
               But
               he
               to
               Westminster
               hath
               tane
               his
               flight
               .
            
             
               Some
               two
               dayes
               after
               thither
               doe
               I
               trot
               ,
            
             
               And
               finde
               his
               lodging
               ,
               but
               yet
               finde
               him
               not
               ,
            
             
               For
               he
               the
               night
               before
               (
               as
               people
               tell
               )
            
             
               Hath
               tane
               a
               chamber
               about
               Clarken-well
               .
            
             
               Thither
               go
               I
               ,
               and
               make
               a
               priuy
               search
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               he
               's
               in
               Southwark
               ,
               neer
               S.
               
                 George
                 his
                 Church
              
               ,
            
             
               A
               pox
               vpon
               him
               ,
               all
               this
               while
               thinke
               I
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               I
               ne're
               finde
               out
               where
               my
               youth
               doth
               lie
               ?
            
             
               And
               hauing
               sought
               him
               many
               a
               weary
               bout
               ,
            
             
               At
               last
               perhaps
               I
               finde
               his
               chamber
               out
               :
            
             
             
               But
               then
               the
               Gentleman
               is
               fast
               in
               bed
               ,
            
             
               And
               rest
               hath
               seas'd
               vp
               on
               his
               running
               head
               ;
            
             
               He
               hath
               tooke
               cold
               with
               going
               late
               by
               water
               ,
            
             
               Or
               sate
               vp
               late
               at
               Ace
               .
               Deuse
               ,
               Trey
               ,
               and
               Cater
               ,
            
             
               That
               with
               a
               Sinke
               of
               fiftie
               peeces
               price
               ,
            
             
               He
               sleepes
               till
               noone
               before
               his
               Worship
               rise
               ;
            
             
               At
               last
               he
               wakes
               ;
               his
               man
               informes
               him
               straight
               ,
            
             
               That
               I
               at
               dore
               doe
               on
               his
               pleasure
               waite
               ;
            
             
               Perhaps
               I
               am
               requested
               to
               come
               neere
            
             
               And
               drinke
               a
               cup
               of
               either
               ale
               or
               beere
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               sucking
               English
               fire
               ,
               and
               Indian
               vapor
               ,
            
             
               At
               last
               I
               greete
               him
               with
               my
               bill
               of
               paper
               :
            
             
               Well
               Iohn
               (
               quoth
               he
               )
               this
               hand
               I
               know
               is
               mine
               ,
            
             
               But
               I
               this
               day
               doe
               purpose
               to
               goe
               dine
            
             
               At
               the
               halfe
               Moone
               in
               Milke-street
               ,
               prethee
               come
               ,
            
             
               And
               there
               we
               'le
               drinke
               ,
               and
               pay
               this
               petty
               Summe
               ,
            
             
               I
               take
               my
               leaue
               ,
               he
               in
               his
               sleeue
               doth
               laugh
            
             
               Whilst
               I
               beleeue
               him
               (
               like
               Iohn
               hold
               my
               staffe
               )
            
             
               I
               in
               the
               Tauerne
               stay
               ,
               and
               waite
               his
               pleasure
               ,
            
             
               And
               he
               to
               keep
               his
               word
               can
               finde
               no
               leasure
               .
            
             
               Thus
               many
               a
               street
               by
               me
               recrost
               ,
               and
               crost
            
             
               I
               in
               and
               out
               ,
               and
               to
               and
               fro
               ,
               am
               tost
               .
            
             
             
               And
               spend
               my
               time
               and
               coyne
               to
               finde
               one
               out
               ,
            
             
               Which
               hauing
               found
               ,
               rewards
               me
               with
               a
               flout
               .
            
             
               In
               this
               base
               fashion
               ,
               or
               such
               like
               as
               this
               ,
            
             
               To
               me
               their
               scuruy
               dayly
               dealing
               is
               :
            
             
               As
               one
               's
               in
               's
               study
               ,
               t'others
               deep
               in
               talke
               ,
            
             
               Another's
               in
               his
               Garden
               gone
               to
               walke
               :
            
             
               One's
               in
               the
               barbers
               suddes
               ,
               and
               cannot
               see
               ,
            
             
               Till
               chin
               and
               chaps
               are
               made
               a
               Roman
               T
               :
            
             
               And
               for
               his
               making
               thus
               a
               Gull
               of
               me
               ,
            
             
               I
               wish
               his
               cut
               may
               be
               the
               Graecian
               P.
               
               
            
             
               These
               men
               can
               kisse
               their
               clawes
               ,
               with
               Iack
               how
               is
               't
            
             
               And
               take
               and
               shake
               me
               kindly
               by
               the
               fist
               ,
            
             
               And
               put
               me
               off
               with
               dilatory
               cogges
               ,
            
             
               And
               sweare
               and
               lye
               ,
               worse
               then
               a
               sort
               of
               dogs
               ,
            
             
               Protesting
               they
               are
               glad
               I
               am
               return'd
               ,
            
             
               When
               they
               'd
               be
               gladder
               I
               were
               hang'd
               or
               burn'd
               .
            
             
               Some
               of
               their
               pockets
               are
               oft
               stor'd
               with
               chinke
               ,
            
             
               Which
               they
               had
               rather
               waste
               on
               drabs
               ,
               dice
               ,
               drinke
               ,
            
             
               Then
               a
               small
               pelty
               summe
               to
               me
               to
               pay
               ,
            
             
               Although
               I
               meete
               them
               euery
               other
               day
               ;
            
             
               For
               which
               to
               ease
               my
               mind
               to
               their
               disgrace
               ,
            
             
               I
               must
               (
               perforce
               )
               in
               Print
               proclaime
               them
               base
               ;
            
             
             
               And
               if
               they
               pay
               me
               not
               (
               vnto
               their
               shames
               )
            
             
               I
               'le
               print
               their
               trads
               ,
               their
               dwellings
               &
               their
               names
               ,
            
             
               That
               boyes
               shall
               hisse
               them
               as
               they
               walke
               along
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               they
               shal
               stink
               ,
               &
               do
               their
               breeches
               wrong
               :
            
             
               Pay
               then
               ,
               delay
               not
               ,
               but
               with
               speed
               disburse
               ,
            
             
               Or
               if
               you
               will
               ,
               try
               but
               who
               'le
               haue
               the
               worse
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             4.
             
             Those
             that
             will
             and
             doe
             dayly
             pay
             me
             in
             drinke
             and
             smoake
             .
          
           
             
               A
               Fourth
               crew
               I
               must
               drop
               from
               out
               my
               quill
               ,
            
             
               Are
               some
               that
               haue
               not
               paid
               ,
               yet
               say
               they
               will
               :
            
             
               And
               their
               remembrance
               giues
               my
               muddy
               mood
               ,
            
             
               More
               ioy
               then
               of
               those
               that
               will
               ne`re
               be
               good
               .
            
             
               These
               fellowes
               my
               sharpe
               Muse
               shall
               lash
               but
               soft
               ,
            
             
               Because
               I
               meete
               them
               to
               their
               charges
               oft
               ,
            
             
               Where
               at
               the
               Tauerne
               (
               with
               free
               frollick
               hearts
               )
            
             
               They
               welcome
               me
               with
               pottles
               ,
               pints
               ,
               and
               quarts
               ;
            
             
               And
               they
               (
               at
               times
               )
               will
               spend
               like
               honest
               men
               ,
            
             
               Twelue
               shillings
               ,
               rather
               then
               pay
               fiue
               or
               ten
               .
            
             
               These
               are
               Right
               Gentlemen
               ,
               who
               beare
               a
               mind
            
             
               To
               spend
               ,
               and
               be
               as
               liberall
               as
               the
               wind
               :
            
             
             
               But
               yet
               their
               bounty
               (
               when
               they
               come
               to
               pay
               )
            
             
               Is
               bountifull
               in
               nothing
               but
               delay
               .
            
             
               These
               I
               do
               neuer
               seeke
               from
               place
               to
               place
               ,
            
             
               These
               make
               me
               not
               to
               runne
               the
               wildgoose
               chase
               ;
            
             
               These
               do
               from
               day
               to
               day
               not
               put
               me
               off
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               the
               end
               reward
               me
               with
               a
               scoffe
               .
            
             
               And
               for
               their
               kindnesse
               ,
               let
               them
               take
               their
               leasure
               ,
            
             
               To
               pay
               or
               not
               pay
               ,
               let
               them
               vse
               their
               pleasure
            
             
               Let
               them
               no
               worser
               then
               they
               are
               ,
               still
               proue
            
             
               Their
               powrs
               may
               chance
               out-do
               me
               ,
               not
               their
               loue
               ;
            
             
               I
               meete
               them
               to
               my
               perill
               ,
               and
               their
               cost
               ,
            
             
               And
               so
               in
               time
               there
               's
               little
               will
               be
               lost
               .
            
             
               Yet
               the
               old
               prouerb
               I
               would
               haue
               them
               know
               ,
            
             
               The
               horse
               may
               statue
               the
               whilst
               the
               grasse
               doth
               grow
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             5.
             
             Those
             that
             are
             dead
             .
          
           
             
               A
               Fift
               sort
               (
               God
               be
               with
               them
               )
               they
               are
               dead
               ,
            
             
               And
               euery
               one
               my
               quittance
               vnder
               's
               head
               :
            
             
               To
               aske
               them
               coyne
               ,
               I
               know
               they
               haue
               it
               not
               ,
            
             
               And
               where
               nought
               is
               ,
               there
               's
               nothing
               to
               be
               got
               .
            
             
               I
               'le
               neuer
               wrong
               them
               with
               inuectiue
               lines
               ,
            
             
             
               Nor
               trouble
               their
               good
               heires
               ,
               or
               their
               as-sigues
               .
            
             
               And
               some
               of
               them
               ,
               their
               liues
               losse
               to
               me
               were
               ,
            
             
               In
               a
               large
               measure
               of
               true
               sorrow
               deere
               ;
            
             
               As
               one
               braue
               Lawyer
               ,
               whose
               true
               honest
               spirit
            
             
               Doth
               with
               the
               blest
               celestiall
               soules
               inherit
               .
            
             
               He
               whose
               graue
               wisedome
               gain'd
               preheminence
               ,
            
             
               To
               grace
               and
               fauour
               with
               his
               gracious
               Prince
               ;
            
             
               Adorn
               ,
               d
               with
               learning
               ,
               lou'd
               ,
               approu'd
               ,
               admir'de
               ,
            
             
               He
               ,
               my
               true
               friend
               ,
               too
               soon
               to
               dust
               retir'de
               .
            
             
               Besides
               ,
               a
               number
               of
               my
               worthy
               friends
            
             
               (
               To
               my
               great
               losse
               )
               death
               brought
               vnto
               their
               ends
               .
            
             
               Rest
               gentle
               spirits
               ,
               rest
               ,
               with
               Eternizing
               ,
            
             
               And
               may
               your
               corpes
               haue
               all
               a
               ioyfull
               rising
               :
            
             
               There
               's
               many
               liuing
               ,
               euery
               day
               I
               see
               ,
            
             
               Who
               are
               more
               dead
               then
               you
               in
               pay
               to
               me
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             6.
             
             Those
             that
             are
             sled
             .
          
           
             
               A
               Sixt
               ,
               with
               tongs
               glib
               ,
               like
               the
               tayles
               of
               eeles
               ,
            
             
               Hath
               shew'd
               this
               land
               and
               me
               foule
               pairs
               of
               heels
            
             
               To
               Ireland
               ,
               Belgis
               Germany
               ,
               and
               France
               .
            
             
               They
               are
               retir'de
               to
               seeke
               some
               better
               chance
               .
            
             
               T'
               was
               their
               vnhappy
               inauspicious
               Fate
               ,
            
             
             
               The
               Counters
               ,
               or
               King
               Luds
               vnlucky
               Gate
               ;
            
             
               Bonds
               being
               broke
               ,
               the
               stones
               in
               euery
               street
               ,
            
             
               They
               durst
               not
               tread
               on
               ,
               lest
               they
               burnt
               their
               feete
               ;
            
             
               Smoke
               by
               the
               pipe
               ,
               and
               ginger
               by
               the
               race
               ,
            
             
               They
               lou
               ,
               d
               with
               Ale
               ,
               but
               neuer
               lou'd
               the
               Mace.
            
             
               And
               these
               mens
               honesties
               are
               like
               their
               states
               ,
            
             
               At
               piteous
               ,
               wofull
               ,
               and
               at
               low
               priz'd
               rates
               ;
            
             
               For
               partly
               they
               did
               know
               when
               they
               did
               take
            
             
               My
               bookes
               ,
               they
               could
               no
               satisfaction
               make
               .
            
             
               And
               honesty
               this
               document
               doth
               teach
            
             
               That
               man
               shall
               neuer
               striue
               aboue
               his
               reach
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               haue
               they
               reacht
               ,
               and
               ouerreacht
               me
               still
               ,
            
             
               To
               do
               themselues
               no
               good
               ,
               and
               me
               much
               ill
               .
            
             
               But
               farewell
               friends
               ,
               if
               you
               againe
               doe
               come
               ,
            
             
               And
               pay
               me
               either
               all
               ,
               or
               none
               ,
               or
               some
               :
            
             
               I
               looke
               for
               none
               ,
               and
               therefore
               still
               delay
               me
               ,
            
             
               You
               onely
               doe
               deceiue
               me
               if
               you
               pay
               me
               .
            
             
               Yet
               that
               deceit
               from
               you
               were
               but
               my
               due
               ;
            
             
               But
               I
               looke
               ne're
               to
               be
               deceiu'd
               by
               you
               .
            
             
               Your
               stockes
               are
               poore
               ,
               your
               Creditors
               are
               store
               ,
            
             
               Which
               God
               increase
               ,
               and
               decrease
               ,
               I
               implore
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             7.
             
             Those
             that
             are
             as
             farre
             from
             honesty
             as
             a
             Turke
             is
             from
             true
             Religion
             .
          
           
             
               SEuenthly
               ,
               and
               last's
               a
               worthy
               worthlesse
               crew
               ,
            
             
               Such
               as
               heau'n
               hates
               ,
               &
               hell
               on
               earth
               doth
               spew
               ,
            
             
               And
               God
               renounce
               ,
               &
               dam
               them
               ,
               are
               their
               praiers
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               some
               of
               these
               sweete
               youths
               are
               good
               mens
               heires
               :
            
             
               But
               vp
               most
               tēderly
               they
               haue
               bin
               brought
            
             
               And
               all
               their
               breeding
               better
               fed
               then
               taught
               :
            
             
               And
               now
               their
               liues
               floate
               in
               damnations
               streame
               ,
            
             
               To
               stab
               ,
               drab
               ,
               kil
               ,
               swil
               ,
               tear
               ,
               swear
               ,
               stare
               ,
               blaspheme
               :
            
             
               In
               imitation
               worse
               then
               diuels
               apes
               ,
            
             
               Or
               Incubusses
               thrust
               in
               humane
               shapes
               :
            
             
               As
               bladders
               full
               of
               others
               wind
               is
               blowne
               ,
            
             
               So
               selfe-conceit
               doth
               puffe
               them
               of
               their
               owne
               :
            
             
               They
               deeme
               their
               wit
               all
               other
               men
               surpasses
               ,
            
             
               And
               other
               men
               esteem
               them
               witlesse
               asses
               .
            
             
               These
               pucksoyst
               cockbrain'd
               coxcōbs
               ,
               shallow
               pated
               .
            
             
               Are
               things
               that
               by
               their
               Taylors
               are
               created
               ;
            
             
               For
               they
               before
               were
               simple
               shapelesse
               wormes
               ,
            
             
               Vntill
               their
               makers
               lick'd
               them
               into
               sormes
               .
            
             
               T'
               is
               ignorant
               Idolatry
               most
               base
               ,
            
             
             
               To
               worship
               Sattin
               Sathan
               ,
               or
               gold
               lace
               ;
            
             
               T'
               adore
               a
               veluet
               varlet
               ,
               whose
               repute
            
             
               Stinkes
               odious
               ,
               but
               for
               his
               perfumed
               suite
               .
            
             
               If
               one
               of
               these
               to
               serue
               some
               Lord
               doth
               get
               ,
            
             
               His
               first
               taske
               is
               ,
               to
               sweare
               himselfe
               in
               debt
               :
            
             
               And
               hauing
               pawn'd
               his
               soule
               to
               Hell
               for
               oathes
               .
            
             
               He
               pawnes
               those
               othes
               for
               newfoūd
               fashiō
               clothes
               .
            
             
               His
               carcasse
               cased
               in
               this
               borrowed
               case
               ,
            
             
               Imagines
               he
               doth
               me
               exceeding
               grace
               ;
            
             
               If
               when
               I
               meete
               him
               ,
               he
               bestowes
               a
               nod
               ,
            
             
               Then
               must
               I
               thinke
               me
               highly
               blest
               of
               God.
            
             
               Perhaps
               (
               though
               for
               a
               Wood-cocke
               I
               repute
               him
               ,
               )
            
             
               I
               vaile
               my
               bonnet
               to
               him
               ,
               and
               salute
               him
               :
            
             
               But
               sure
               my
               salutation
               is
               as
               euill
               ,
            
             
               As
               Infidels
               that
               do
               adore
               the
               Diuell
               .
            
             
               For
               they
               do
               worship
               Sathan
               for
               no
               good
               ,
            
             
               Which
               they
               expect
               from
               his
               infernall
               mood
               ,
            
             
               But
               for
               they
               know
               he
               's
               author
               of
               all
               ill
               ,
            
             
               And
               o're
               them
               hath
               a
               power
               to
               spoyle
               and
               kill●
            
             
               They
               therefore
               doe
               adore
               him
               in
               the
               durt
               ,
            
             
               Not
               hoping
               any
               good
               ,
               but
               fearing
               hurt
               .
            
             
               So
               I
               do
               seeme
               these
               mimmicks
               ,
               to
               respect
            
             
             
               Not
               ,
               that
               from
               them
               I
               any
               good
               expect
               ;
            
             
               (
               For
               I
               from
               dogs
               dung
               can
               extract
               pure
               honey
               ,
            
             
               As
               soone
               as
               from
               these
               widgeons
               get
               my
               money
               )
            
             
               But
               I
               (
               in
               courtesie
               )
               to
               them
               haue
               b●●de
               ,
            
             
               Because
               they
               shall
               not
               say
               ,
               I
               ●m
               growne
               prowde
               ;
            
             
               And
               sure
               if
               harmelesse
               true
               humillity
               ,
            
             
               May
               spring
               from
               money
               wanting
               pouerty
               ,
            
             
               I
               haue
               of
               debtors
               such
               a
               stinking
               store
               ,
            
             
               Will
               make
               me
               humble
               ,
               for
               they
               'le
               keepe
               me
               poore
               .
            
             
               And
               though
               no
               wiser
               then
               flat
               fooles
               they
               be
               ,
            
             
               A
               good
               lucke
               on
               them
               thei
               're
               too
               wise
               for
               me
               ;
            
             
               They
               with
               a
               courtly
               tricke
               ,
               or
               a
               flim
               flam
               ,
            
             
               Do
               nod
               at
               me
               ,
               whilst
               I
               the
               noddy
               am
               :
            
             
               One
               part
               of
               Gentry
               they
               will
               ne're
               forget
               ,
            
             
               And
               that
               is
               ,
               that
               they
               ne're
               will
               pay
               their
               debt
               .
            
             
               To
               take
               ,
               and
               to
               receiue
               ,
               they
               hold
               it
               fit
               ,
            
             
               But
               to
               requite
               ,
               or
               to
               restore's
               no
               wit.
            
             
               Then
               let
               them
               take
               and
               keepe
               ,
               but
               knocks
               ,
               and
               pox
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               diseases
               from
               Pandora's
               box
               .
            
             
               And
               which
               of
               them
               sayes
               that
               I
               raue
               or
               raile
               ,
            
             
               Let
               him
               but
               pay
               ,
               and
               bid
               me
               kisse
               his
               T.
            
             
               But
               sure
               the
               Diuell
               hath
               taught
               them
               many
               a
               trick
               ,
            
             
             
               Beyond
               the
               numbring
               of
               Arithmetick
               .
            
             
               I
               meete
               one
               ,
               thinking
               for
               my
               due
               to
               speake
               ,
            
             
               He
               with
               euasions
               doth
               my
               purpose
               breake
               ,
            
             
               And
               askes
               what
               news
               I
               heare
               from
               France
               or
               Spain
               ,
            
             
               Or
               where
               I
               was
               in
               the
               last
               shower
               of
               raine
               ;
            
             
               Or
               when
               the
               Court
               remooues
               ,
               or
               what
               's
               a
               clock
               ,
            
             
               Or
               wher
               's
               the
               wind
               (
               or
               some
               such
               windy
               mock
               )
            
             
               With
               such
               sine
               scimble
               ,
               scemble
               ,
               spitter
               ,
               spatter
               ,
            
             
               As
               puts
               me
               cleane
               besides
               the
               mony-matter
               .
            
             
               Thus
               with
               poore
               mungrell
               shifts
               ,
               with
               what
               ,
               where
               ,
               when
               ,
            
             
               I
               am
               abused
               by
               these
               things
               ,
               like
               men
               .
            
             
               And
               some
               of
               them
               doe
               glory
               in
               my
               want
               ,
            
             
               They
               being
               Romists
               ,
               I
               a
               Protestant
               :
            
             
               Their
               Apostaticall
               iniunctions
               faith
               ,
            
             
               To
               keepe
               their
               faith
               with
               me
               ,
               is
               breach
               of
               faith
               :
            
             
               For
               't
               is
               a
               Maxim
               of
               such
               Catholicks
               ,
            
             
               T
               is
               Meritorious
               to
               plague
               Hereticks
               ;
            
             
               Since
               it
               is
               so
               ,
               pray
               pay
               me
               but
               my
               due
               ,
            
             
               And
               I
               will
               loue
               the
               Crosse
               as
               well
               as
               you
               .
            
             
               And
               this
               much
               further
               I
               would
               haue
               you
               know
               ,
            
             
               My
               shame
               is
               more
               to
               aske
               ,
               then
               yours
               to
               owe
               :
            
             
               I
               begge
               of
               no
               man
               ,
               't
               is
               my
               owne
               I
               craue
               ,
            
             
             
               Nor
               do
               I
               seeke
               it
               but
               of
               them
               that
               haue
               :
            
             
               There
               's
               no
               man
               was
               inforc'd
               against
               his
               will
               ,
            
             
               To
               giue
               his
               word
               ,
               or
               signe
               vnto
               my
               bill
               .
            
             
               And
               is
               't
               not
               shame
               ,
               nay
               more
               then
               shame
               to
               heare
               ,
            
             
               That
               I
               should
               be
               return'd
               aboue
               a
               yeare
               ,
            
             
               And
               many
               Rich-mens
               words
               ,
               and
               bils
               haue
               past
               ,
            
             
               And
               tooke
               of
               me
               both
               bookes
               ,
               both
               first
               and
               last
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               twice
               or
               thrice
               a
               weeke
               ,
               in
               euery
               streete
               ,
            
             
               I
               meete
               those
               men
               ,
               and
               not
               my
               mony
               meete
               .
            
             
               Were
               they
               not
               able
               me
               amends
               to
               make
               ,
            
             
               My
               conscience
               then
               ,
               would
               sooner
               giue
               then
               take
               ;
            
             
               But
               most
               of
               those
               I
               meane
               ,
               are
               full
               purs'd
               Hindes
               ,
            
             
               Being
               beggerly
               in
               nothing
               but
               their
               mindes
               :
            
             
               Yet
               sure
               me
               thinkes
               ,
               if
               they
               would
               do
               me
               right
               ,
            
             
               Their
               mindes
               should
               be
               as
               free
               to
               pay
               ,
               as
               write
               .
            
             
               Neer
               threescore
               pounds
               ,
               the
               books
               I
               'm
               sure
               did
               cost
            
             
               Which
               they
               haue
               had
               from
               me
               ,
               and
               I
               thinke
               lost
               :
            
             
               And
               had
               not
               these
               mens
               tongues
               so
               forward
               bin
               ,
            
             
               Ere
               I
               my
               painfull
               iourney
               did
               beginne
               ,
            
             
               I
               could
               haue
               had
               good
               men
               in
               meaner
               Rayment
               ,
            
             
               That
               long
               ere
               this
               ,
               had
               made
               me
               better
               payment
               :
            
             
               I
               made
               my
               iourney
               for
               no
               other
               ends
               ,
            
             
             
               But
               to
               get
               money
               ,
               and
               to
               try
               my
               friends
               :
            
             
               And
               not
               a
               friend
               I
               had
               ,
               for
               worth
               ,
               or
               wit
            
             
               Did
               take
               my
               booke
               ,
               or
               past
               his
               word
               ,
               or
               writ
               :
            
             
               But
               I
               (
               with
               thankefulnesse
               )
               still
               vnderstood
            
             
               They
               tooke
               ,
               in
               hope
               to
               giue
               ,
               and
               do
               me
               good
               .
            
             
               They
               took
               a
               book
               worth
               1●
               .
               pence
               ,
               &
               were
               bound
            
             
               To
               giue
               a
               Crowne
               ,
               an
               Angell
               ,
               or
               a
               pound
               .
            
             
               A
               Noble
               peece
               ,
               or
               halfe
               peece
               ,
               what
               they
               list
               ,
            
             
               They
               past
               their
               words
               ,
               or
               freely
               set
               their
               fist
               .
            
             
               Thus
               got
               I
               sixteene
               hundred
               hands
               and
               fifty
               .
            
             
               Which
               summe
               I
               did
               suppose
               was
               somewhat
               thrifty
            
             
               And
               now
               my
               youths
               ,
               with
               shifts
               ,
               &
               tricks
               ,
               &
               cauils
               ,
            
             
               Aboue
               seauen
               hundred
               ,
               playes
               the
               sharking
               Iauils
               .
            
             
               I
               haue
               performed
               what
               I
               vndertooke
               ,
            
             
               And
               that
               they
               should
               keepe
               touch
               with
               me
               I
               looke
               :
            
             
               Foure
               thousand
               ,
               and
               fiue
               hundred
               bookes
               I
               gaue
            
             
               To
               many
               a
               honest
               man
               ,
               and
               many
               a
               knaue
               ;
            
             
               Which
               bookes
               ,
               and
               my
               expence
               to
               giue
               them
               out
               ,
            
             
               (
               A
               long
               yeere
               seeking
               this
               con●used
               rout
               )
            
             
               I
               'm
               sure
               it
               cost
               me
               seuenscore
               pounds
               and
               more
               ,
            
             
               With
               some
               suspition
               that
               I
               went
               on
               score
               .
            
             
               Besides
               aboue
               a
               thousand
               miles
               I
               went
               ,
            
             
             
               And
               (
               though
               no
               mony
               )
               yet
               much
               time
               I
               spent
               ;
            
             
               Taking
               excessiue
               labour
               ,
               and
               great
               paines
               ,
            
             
               In
               heat
               ,
               cold
               ,
               wet
               ,
               and
               dry
               ,
               with
               feete
               and
               braines
               :
            
             
               With
               tedious
               toyle
               ,
               making
               my
               heart-strings
               ake
               ,
            
             
               In
               hope
               I
               should
               content
               ,
               both
               giue
               and
               take
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               requitall
               now
               ,
               for
               all
               my
               paine
               ,
            
             
               I
               giue
               content
               still
               ,
               and
               get
               none
               againe
               .
            
             
               None
               did
               I
               say
               ?
               I
               'le
               call
               that
               word
               agen
               ,
            
             
               I
               meete
               with
               some
               that
               pay
               me
               now
               ,
               and
               then
               ,
            
             
               But
               such
               a
               toyle
               I
               haue
               those
               men
               to
               seeke
               ,
            
             
               And
               finde
               (
               perhaps
               )
               2
               ,
               3
               ,
               or
               4
               ,
               a
               weeke
               ,
            
             
               That
               too
               too
               oft
               ,
               my
               losings
               gettings
               be
               ,
            
             
               To
               spend
               5.
               crownes
               in
               gathering
               in
               of
               three
               .
            
             
               And
               thus
               much
               to
               the
               world
               I
               dare
               auow
               ,
            
             
               That
               my
               oft
               walkes
               to
               get
               my
               mony
               now
               ,
            
             
               With
               my
               expences
               ,
               seeking
               of
               the
               same
               ,
            
             
               Returning
               many
               a
               night
               home
               ,
               tir'd
               and
               lame
               ,
            
             
               Meeting
               some
               thirty
               ,
               forty
               in
               a
               day
               ,
            
             
               That
               sees
               me
               ,
               knowes
               me
               ,
               owes
               me
               ,
               yet
               none
               pay
               .
            
             
               Vs'd
               and
               abus'd
               thus
               ,
               both
               in
               towne
               and
               Court
               ,
            
             
               It
               makes
               me
               thinke
               my
               Scottish
               walke
               a
               sport
               :
            
             
               I
               muse
               of
               what
               stuffe
               these
               men
               framed
               be
               ,
            
             
             
               Most
               of
               them
               seeme
               Mockado
               vnto
               me
               :
            
             
               Some
               are
               Stand-further
               off
               ,
               for
               they
               endeauer
               ,
            
             
               Neuer
               to
               see
               me
               or
               to
               pay
               me
               neuer
               .
            
             
               When
               first
               I
               saw
               them
               ,
               they
               appeared
               Rash
               ,
            
             
               And
               now
               their
               promises
               are
               worse
               then
               trash
               ;
            
             
               No
               Taffaty
               more
               changeable
               then
               they
               ,
            
             
               In
               nothing
               constant
               ,
               but
               no
               debts
               to
               pay
               .
            
             
               And
               therefore
               let
               them
               take
               it
               as
               they
               will
               ,
            
             
               I
               'le
               canuase
               them
               a
               little
               with
               my
               quill
               .
            
             
               To
               all
               the
               world
               I
               humbly
               do
               appeale
               ,
            
             
               And
               let
               it
               iudge
               ,
               if
               well
               these
               men
               doe
               deale
               ,
            
             
               Or
               whether
               for
               their
               hasenesse
               ,
               't
               were
               not
               fitter
               ,
            
             
               That
               I
               should
               vse
               more
               gall
               ,
               and
               write
               more
               bitter
               ?
            
             
               I
               wrot
               this
               booke
               before
               but
               for
               this
               end
               ,
            
             
               To
               warne
               ,
               them
               ,
               and
               their
               faults
               to
               reprehend
               ;
            
             
               But
               if
               this
               warning
               will
               not
               serue
               the
               turne
               ,
            
             
               I
               sweare
               by
               sweete
               Satyrick
               Nash
               his
               vrne
               ,
            
             
               On
               euery
               pissing
               post
               ,
               their
               names
               I
               'le
               place
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               they
               past
               shame
               ,
               shall
               shame
               to
               shew
               their
               face
               ,
            
             
               I
               'le
               hale
               fell
               Nemesis
               ,
               from
               Dis
               his
               den
               ,
            
             
               To
               ayde
               and
               guide
               my
               sharpe
               reuenging
               pen
               ;
            
             
               That
               fifty
               Popes
               Buls
               neuer
               shall
               roare
               lowder
               ,
            
             
             
               Nor
               fourescore
               Cannons
               whē
               mē
               fire
               their
               powder
               .
            
             
               And
               sure
               ,
               my
               wronged
               muse
               ,
               could
               lines
               indite
               ,
            
             
               So
               full
               of
               horror
               ,
               terror
               ,
               and
               affright
               ,
            
             
               That
               they
               (
               like
               Caine
               )
               confessing
               their
               estates
               ,
            
             
               But
               little
               better
               then
               base
               Reprobates
               ;
            
             
               And
               hang
               themselues
               in
               their
               despairing
               moods
               ,
            
             
               But
               that
               I
               'le
               not
               be
               guilty
               of
               their
               bloods
               .
            
             
               No
               ,
               let
               such
               fellowes
               know
               ,
               that
               Time
               shall
               try
            
             
               My
               mercie
               's
               greater
               then
               their
               honesty
               :
            
             
               Nor
               shall
               my
               verse
               affoord
               them
               no
               such
               fauour
               ,
            
             
               To
               make
               them
               saue
               the
               hangman
               so
               much
               labour
               ,
            
             
               They
               are
               contented
               still
               to
               patch
               and
               palter
               ,
            
             
               And
               I
               (
               with
               patience
               )
               wish
               them
               each
               a
               halter
               ,
            
             
               They
               are
               well
               pleas'd
               to
               be
               perfidious
               fellowes
               ,
            
             
               And
               my
               reuenge
               bequeathes
               them
               to
               the
               gallowes
               ;
            
             
               For
               I
               would
               haue
               them
               this
               much
               vnderstand
               ,
            
             
               Words
               are
               but
               wind
               ,
               't
               is
               money
               that
               buyes
               land
               :
            
             
               Words
               buyes
               no
               food
               ,
               or
               clothes
               ,
               to
               giue
               content
               ,
            
             
               Bare
               words
               will
               neuer
               pay
               my
               Landlord
               rent
               .
            
             
               And
               those
               that
               can
               pay
               Coyne
               ,
               and
               payes
               but
               words
               ,
            
             
               My
               minde
               ,
               a
               mischiefe
               to
               them
               all
               affoords
               ,
            
             
               I
               count
               them
               like
               old
               shoes
               ,
               past
               all
               mens
               mending
               ,
            
             
             
               And
               therefore
               may
               the
               Gallouse
               be
               their
               ending
               :
            
             
               If
               some
               of
               them
               would
               but
               ten
               houres
               spare
            
             
               From
               drinking
               ,
               drabbing
               ,
               and
               superfluous
               fare
               ,
            
             
               From
               smoaking
               English
               fire
               ,
               and
               heathen
               stinke
               ,
            
             
               The
               most
               of
               them
               might
               well
               pay
               me
               my
               chinke
               .
            
             
               There
               's
               no
               wound
               deeper
               then
               a
               pen
               can
               giue
               ,
            
             
               It
               makes
               men
               liuing
               dead
               ,
               and
               dead
               men
               liue
               ;
            
             
               It
               can
               raise
               honour
               drowned
               in
               the
               sea
               ,
            
             
               And
               blaze
               it
               forth
               in
               glory
               ,
               Cap.
               a.
               pea
               .
            
             
               Why
               it
               can
               scale
               the
               battlements
               of
               Heauen
               ,
            
             
               And
               stellifie
               men
               'mongst
               the
               Planets
               seauen
               :
            
             
               It
               can
               make
               mizers
               ,
               peasants
               ,
               knaues
               and
               fooles
            
             
               The
               scorn
               of
               goodnesse
               ,
               and
               the
               diuels
               close
               stooles
               .
            
             
               Forgot
               had
               bin
               the
               thrice
               three
               worthies
               names
               ,
            
             
               If
               thrice
               three
               Muses
               ,
               had
               not
               writ
               their
               fames
               :
            
             
               And
               if
               it
               not
               with
               flatt'ry
               be
               infected
               ,
            
             
               Good
               is
               by
               it
               extold
               ,
               and
               bad
               corrected
               .
            
             
               Let
               Iudgment
               iudge
               them
               ,
               what
               mad
               men
               are
               those
            
             
               That
               dare
               against
               a
               pen
               themselues
               oppose
               ,
            
             
               Which
               (
               when
               it
               likes
               )
               can
               turne
               thē
               all
               to
               loathing
            
             
               To
               any
               thing
               ,
               to
               nothing
               ,
               worse
               then
               nothing
               .
            
             
               Yet
               e're
               I
               went
               ,
               these
               men
               to
               write
               did
               like
               ,
            
             
             
               And
               vs'd
               a
               pen
               more
               nimbly
               then
               a
               pike
               ;
            
             
               And
               writ
               their
               names
               (
               as
               I
               suppos'd
               )
               more
               willing
               ,
            
             
               Then
               valiant
               souldiers
               with
               their
               Pikes
               are
               drilling
               .
            
             
               But
               this
               experience
               ,
               by
               these
               men
               I
               finde
               ,
            
             
               Their
               words
               are
               like
               their
               payment
               ,
               all
               but
               winde
               ,
            
             
               But
               what
               wind
               't
               is
               ,
               is
               quickly
               vnderstood
               ,
            
             
               It
               is
               an
               euill
               winde
               ,
               blowes
               no
               man
               good
               :
            
             
               Or
               else
               they
               make
               it
               to
               the
               World
               appeare
               ,
            
             
               That
               writing
               is
               good
               cheape
               ,
               and
               paying
               deare
               .
            
             
               No
               paper
               bill
               of
               mine
               had
               edge
               vpon
               it
               ,
            
             
               Till
               they
               their
               hands
               and
               names
               had
               written
               on
               it
               ;
            
             
               And
               if
               their
               iudgements
               be
               not
               ouer-seene
               ,
            
             
               They
               would
               not
               feare
               ,
               the
               edge
               is
               not
               so
               keene
               .
            
             
               Some
               thousands
               ,
               and
               some
               hundreds
               by
               the
               yeare
            
             
               Are
               worth
               ,
               yet
               they
               their
               peece
               or
               halfe
               peece
               fe●●e
               ;
            
             
               They
               on
               their
               owne
               bils
               are
               a
               fraid
               to
               enter
               ,
            
             
               And
               I
               vpon
               their
               peeces
               dare
               to
               v●nter
               :
            
             
               But
               who
               so
               at
               the
               bill
               hath
               better
               skill
               ,
            
             
               Giue
               me
               the
               peece
               ,
               and
               let
               him
               take
               the
               bill
               .
            
             
               I
               haue
               met
               some
               that
               odiously
               haue
               lied
               ,
            
             
               Who
               to
               deceiue
               me
               ,
               haue
               their
               names
               denied
               ;
            
             
               And
               yet
               they
               haue
               good
               honest
               Christian
               names
               ,
            
             
             
               As
               Ioshua
               ,
               Richard
               ,
               Robert
               ,
               Iohn
               and
               Iames
               :
            
             
               To
               cheare
               me
               with
               base
               Inhumanity
               ,
            
             
               They
               haue
               denide
               their
               Christianity
               ,
            
             
               A
               halfe
               piece
               ,
               or
               a
               Crowne
               ,
               or
               such
               a
               summe
               ,
            
             
               Hath
               forc'd
               them
               falsifie
               their
               Christendom
               :
            
             
               Denying
               good
               ,
               ill
               names
               with
               them
               agree
               ,
            
             
               And
               they
               that
               haue
               ill
               names
               halfe
               hanged
               be
               ,
            
             
               And
               sure
               I
               thinke
               my
               losse
               would
               be
               but
               small
               ,
            
             
               If
               for
               a
               quittance
               they
               were
               hang'd
               vp
               all
               .
            
             
               Of
               such
               I
               am
               past
               hope
               ,
               and
               they
               past
               grace
               ,
            
             
               And
               hope
               and
               grace
               both
               past's
               ,
               a
               wretched
               case
               .
            
             
               It
               may
               be
               that
               for
               my
               offences
               past
               ,
            
             
               God
               hath
               vpon
               me
               this
               disturbance
               cast
               :
            
             
               If
               it
               be
               so
               ,
               I
               thanke
               his
               Name
               therefore
               ,
            
             
               Confessing
               I
               deserue
               ten
               times
               much
               more
               ;
            
             
               But
               as
               the
               Diuell
               is
               author
               of
               all
               ill
               ,
            
             
               So
               ill
               for
               ill
               ,
               on
               th'
               ill
               ,
               he
               worketh
               still
               ;
            
             
               Himselfe
               ,
               his
               seruants
               ,
               dayly
               lye
               and
               lurk
            
             
               Mans
               cares
               on
               earth
               ,
               or
               paines
               in
               hell
               to
               work
               .
            
             
               See
               how
               the
               case
               then
               with
               my
               debtors
               stands
               ,
            
             
               They
               take
               the
               diuels
               office
               out
               on
               's
               hands
               ;
            
             
               Tormenting
               me
               on
               earth
               ,
               for
               passed
               euils
               ,
            
             
             
               And
               for
               the
               diuell
               ,
               doth
               vex
               me
               worse
               then
               diuels
               .
            
             
               In
               troth
               't
               is
               pitty
               ,
               proper
               men
               they
               seeme
               ,
            
             
               And
               those
               that
               know
               them
               not
               ,
               would
               neuer
               deeme
            
             
               That
               one
               of
               them
               would
               basely
               seeme
               to
               meddle
               ,
            
             
               To
               be
               the
               diuels
               hangman
               or
               his
               beadle
               .
            
             
               For
               shame
               ,
               for
               honesty
               ,
               for
               both
               ,
               for
               either
               ,
            
             
               For
               my
               deserts
               desertlesse
               ,
               or
               for
               neither
            
             
               Discharge
               your selues
               fiō
               me
               ,
               you
               know
               wherefore
               ,
            
             
               And
               neuer
               serue
               ,
               or
               helpe
               the
               Diuell
               more
               .
            
             
               I
               haue
               heard
               some
               that
               Lawyers
               do
               condem
               ,
            
             
               But
               I
               still
               must
               ,
               and
               will
               speake
               well
               of
               them
               ;
            
             
               Though
               neuer
               in
               my
               life
               ,
               they
               had
               of
               me
            
             
               Clarkes
               ,
               Counsellers
               ,
               or
               yet
               Aturneys
               fee
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               at
               my
               backe
               returne
               ,
               they
               all
               concurr'd
            
             
               And
               payd
               me
               what
               was
               due
               ,
               and
               ne're
               demurr'd
               .
            
             
               Some
               Counter-serieants
               ,
               when
               I
               came
               agen
               ,
            
             
               (
               Against
               their
               nature
               )
               dealt
               like
               honest
               men
               .
            
             
               By
               wonderous
               accident
               perchance
               one
               may
            
             
               Grope
               out
               a
               needle
               in
               a
               loade
               of
               hay
               :
            
             
               And
               though
               a
               white
               crow
               be
               exceeding
               rare
               ,
            
             
               A
               blind
               man
               may
               (
               by
               fortune
               )
               catch
               a
               Hare
               ,
            
             
               So
               may
               a
               serieant
               haue
               some
               honest
               tricks
            
             
             
               If
               too
               much
               knauery
               doth
               not
               ouer-mix
               .
            
             
               Newgate
               (
               the
               Vniuersity
               of
               stealing
               )
            
             
               Did
               deale
               with
               me
               with
               vpright
               honest
               dealing
               .
            
             
               My
               debtors
               all
               (
               for
               ought
               that
               I
               can
               see
               )
            
             
               Will
               still
               remaine
               true
               debters
               vnto
               me
               ;
            
             
               For
               if
               to
               paying
               once
               they
               should
               incline
               ,
            
             
               They
               would
               not
               then
               be
               debtors
               long
               of
               mine
               .
            
             
               But
               this
               report
               I
               feare
               ,
               they
               still
               will
               haue
               ,
            
             
               To
               be
               true
               debtors
               euen
               to
               their
               graue
               .
            
             
               I
               know
               there
               's
               many
               worthy
               proiects
               done
               ,
            
             
               The
               which
               more
               credit
               ,
               and
               more
               coyne
               hath
               won
               ,
            
             
               And
               't
               is
               a
               shame
               for
               those
               (
               I
               dare
               maintaine
               )
            
             
               That
               breake
               their
               words
               ,
               &
               not
               requite
               their
               paine
               :
            
             
               I
               speake
               to
               such
               ,
               if
               any
               such
               there
               be
               ,
            
             
               If
               there
               be
               none
               ,
               would
               there
               were
               none
               for
               me
               .
            
             
               But
               Mr.
               
                 Barnard
                 Caluard
              
               ,
               too
               well
               knowes
               ,
            
             
               The
               fruites
               of
               windy
               promise
               and
               faire
               showes
               ,
            
             
               With
               great
               expence
               ,
               and
               perill
               ,
               and
               much
               paine
            
             
               He
               rode
               by
               land
               ,
               and
               crost
               the
               raging
               Maine
            
             
               In
               fifteene
               houres
               ,
               he
               did
               ride
               and
               goe
               ,
            
             
               From
               Southwarke
               neere
               to
               Callice
               ,
               too
               and
               froe
               .
            
             
               When
               he
               to
               his
               cost
               ,
               and
               detriment
               ,
            
             
             
               Sbewed
               vs
               a
               memorable
               president
               ,
            
             
               In
               finding
               out
               a
               speedy
               worthy
               way
               ,
            
             
               For
               newes
               'twixt
               France
               and
               London
               in
               one
               day
               ;
            
             
               And
               yet
               this
               well
               deseruing
               Gentleman
               ,
            
             
               Is
               cheated
               of
               his
               Coyne
               ,
               do
               what
               he
               can
               ,
            
             
               From
               him
               they
               could
               both
               goods
               and
               money
               take
               ,
            
             
               But
               to
               him
               they●●●
               no
               satisfaction
               make
               ,
            
             
               Their
               promises
               were
               fiue
               ,
               or
               ten
               for
               one
               ,
            
             
               And
               their
               performances
               are
               few
               ,
               or
               none
               .
            
             
               Therefore
               it
               is
               some
               comfort
               vnto
               me
               ,
            
             
               When
               such
               a
               man
               of
               ranke
               ,
               and
               note
               ,
               as
               he
               ,
            
             
               In
               stead
               of
               Coyne
               is
               payd
               with
               promises
               ,
            
             
               My
               being
               cheated
               grieues
               me
               much
               the
               lesse
               ;
            
             
               Of
               worthy
               Gentlemen
               ,
               I
               could
               name
               more
               ,
            
             
               That
               haue
               past
               dangers
               both
               on
               seas
               and
               shore
               ,
            
             
               And
               on
               good
               hopes
               did
               venture
               out
               their
               gold
               ,
            
             
               To
               some
               that
               will
               no
               faith
               ,
               or
               promise
               hold
               ,
            
             
               But
               basely
               do
               detaine
               ,
               and
               keepe
               backe
               all
            
             
               Th'
               expected
               profit
               ,
               and
               the
               principall
               :
            
             
               Yet
               this
               one
               comfort
               may
               expell
               our
               crosse
               ,
            
             
               Though
               we
               endure
               ,
               time
               ,
               coyne
               ,
               and
               labors
               losse
               :
            
             
               Yet
               their
               abuse
               doth
               make
               our
               fame
               more
               great
               ,
            
             
               'T
               is
               better
               to
               be
               cheated
               ,
               then
               to
               cheate
               .
            
             
             
               Except
               the
               poore
               ,
               the
               proud
               ,
               the
               base
               ,
               the
               Gallant
               .
            
             
               Those
               that
               are
               dead
               ,
               or
               fled
               ,
               or
               out
               of
               Towne
               :
            
             
               Such
               as
               I
               know
               not
               ,
               nor
               to
               them
               am
               knowne
               ,
            
             
               Those
               that
               will
               pay
               (
               of
               which
               there
               's
               some
               smal
               nūber
               ,
            
             
               And
               those
               that
               smile
               to
               put
               me
               to
               this
               cūber
               ,
            
             
               In
               all
               they
               are
               eight
               hundred
               ,
               and
               some
               od
               ,
            
             
               But
               when
               they
               'le
               pay
               me
               's
               onely
               knowne
               to
               God.
            
             
               Some
               crowns
               ,
               some
               poūds
               ,
               sōe
               nobles
               ,
               some
               a
               roial
               ;
            
             
               Some
               good
               ,
               some
               naught
               ,
               some
               worse
               ,
               most
               bad
               in
               triall
               .
            
             
               I
               ,
               like
               a
               boy
               ,
               that
               shooting
               with
               a
               bow
               ,
            
             
               Hath
               lost
               his
               shaft
               where
               weedes
               and
               bushes
               grow
               ;
            
             
               Who
               hauing
               search'd
               ,
               and
               rak'd
               ,
               and
               scrap'd
               ,
               &
               tost
            
             
               To
               finde
               his
               arrow
               that
               he
               late
               hath
               lost
               :
            
             
               At
               last
               a
               crotchet
               comes
               into
               his
               braine
               ,
            
             
               To
               stand
               at
               his
               first
               shooting
               place
               againe
               ;
            
             
               Then
               shootes
               ,
               and
               lets
               another
               arrow
               flie
            
             
               Neare
               as
               he
               thinkes
               his
               other
               shaft
               may
               lie
               :
            
             
               Thus
               ventring
               ,
               he
               perhaps
               findes
               both
               or
               one
               ,
            
             
               The
               worst
               is
               ,
               if
               he
               lose
               both
               ,
               he
               findes
               none
               .
            
             
               So
               I
               that
               haue
               of
               bookes
               so
               many
               giuen
               ,
            
             
               To
               this
               compared
               Exigent
               am
               driuen
               :
            
             
               To
               shoote
               this
               Pamphlet
               ,
               and
               to
               ease
               my
               minde
               ,
            
             
             
               To
               lose
               more
               yet
               ,
               or
               something
               lost
               to
               finde
               ,
            
             
               As
               many
               brooks
               ,
               foords
               ,
               showers
               of
               rain
               ,
               &
               springs
               ,
            
             
               Vnto
               the
               Thames
               their
               often
               tribute
               brings
               ,
            
             
               These
               subiects
               paying
               ,
               not
               their
               stocks
               decrease
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               by
               those
               payments
               ,
               Thames
               doth
               still
               increase
               :
            
             
               So
               I
               that
               haue
               of
               debtors
               such
               a
               swarme
               ,
            
             
               Good
               they
               might
               do
               me
               ,
               and
               themselues
               no
               harme
            
             
               Inuectiue
               lines
               ,
               or
               words
               ,
               I
               write
               nor
               say
            
             
               To
               none
               but
               those
               that
               can
               ,
               and
               will
               not
               pay
               :
            
             
               And
               who
               so
               payes
               with
               good
               ,
               or
               with
               ill
               will
               ,
            
             
               Is
               freed
               from
               out
               the
               compasse
               of
               my
               quill
               .
            
             
               They
               must
               not
               take
               me
               for
               a
               Stupid
               asse
               ,
            
             
               That
               I
               (
               vnfeeling
               )
               will
               let
               these
               things
               passe
               .
            
             
               If
               they
               beare
               minds
               to
               wrong
               me
               ,
               let
               them
               know
            
             
               I
               haue
               a
               tongue
               and
               pen
               ,
               my
               wrongs
               to
               show
               ;
            
             
               And
               be
               he
               ne're
               so
               briske
               ,
               or
               neate
               ,
               or
               trim
               ,
            
             
               That
               bids
               a
               pish
               for
               me
               ,
               a
               rush
               for
               him
               ;
            
             
               To
               me
               the'
               are
               rotten
               trees
               ,
               with
               beauteous
               thinds
            
             
               Fayre
               formed
               caskers
               of
               deformed
               minds
               .
            
             
               Or
               like
               dispersed
               flocks
               of
               scattered
               sheepe
               ,
            
             
               That
               will
               no
               pasture
               ,
               or
               decorum
               keepe
               :
            
             
               So
               ,
               〈◊〉
               wildely
               skipping
               into
               vnknowne
               grounds
               ,
            
             
             
               Stray
               into
               forraine
               and
               forbidden
               bounds
               ;
            
             
               Where
               some
               throgh
               wāt
               ,
               some
               throgh
               excesse
               haue
               got
            
             
               The
               scab
               ,
               the
               worme
               ,
               the
               murraine
               ,
               or
               the
               rot
               .
            
             
               But
               whilst
               they
               wander
               guidelesse
               ,
               vncontrolde
               ,
            
             
               I
               'le
               do
               my
               best
               to
               bring
               them
               to
               my
               folde
               ;
            
             
               And
               seeing
               sheepefold
               hurdles
               here
               are
               scant
               ,
            
             
               I
               am
               inforced
               to
               supply
               that
               want
            
             
               With
               rayling
               ;
               and
               therefore
               mine
               owne
               to
               win
               ,
            
             
               Like
               rotten
               forlorne
               sheepe
               ,
               I
               'le
               rayle
               them
               in
               .
            
          
        
      
       
         
           In
           defence
           of
           Aduenturers
           vpon
           Returnes
           .
        
         
           FOrasmuch
           as
           there
           are
           many
           ,
           who
           either
           out
           of
           pride
           ,
           malice
           ,
           or
           ignorance
           ,
           do
           speake
           harshly
           ,
           and
           hardly
           of
           me
           and
           of
           diuers
           others
           ,
           who
           haue
           attempted
           and
           gone
           dangerous
           voyages
           by
           sea
           with
           small
           Wherries
           or
           Boats
           ,
           or
           any
           other
           aduenture
           vpon
           any
           voyage
           by
           land
           ,
           either
           Riding
           ,
           Going
           ,
           or
           Running
           ,
           alleadging
           that
           we
           do
           tempt
           God
           by
           vndertaking
           such
           perrilous
           
           courses
           (
           which
           indeede
           I
           cannot
           deny
           to
           bee
           true
           )
           yet
           not
           to
           extenuate
           or
           make
           my
           faults
           lesse
           then
           they
           are
           :
           I
           will
           heare
           approoue
           that
           all
           men
           in
           the
           world
           are
           Aduenturers
           vpon
           Returne
           ,
           and
           that
           wee
           do
           all
           generally
           tempt
           the
           patience
           and
           long
           suffering
           of
           God
           ,
           as
           I
           will
           make
           it
           appeare
           as
           followeth
           .
        
         
           Whosoeuer
           is
           an
           Idolater
           ,
           a
           superstitious
           Hereticke
           ,
           an
           odious
           and
           frequent
           swearer
           ,
           or
           lyer
           ,
           a
           griping
           vsurer
           ,
           or
           vncharitable
           extortioner
           ,
           doth
           tempt
           God
           ,
           aduenture
           their
           soules
           ,
           and
           vpon
           returne
           lose
           Heauen
           .
        
         
           Whosoeuer
           is
           a
           whore-maister
           ,
           doth
           aduenture
           his
           health
           ,
           and
           wealth
           ,
           and
           his
           returnes
           are
           ●udlesse
           misery
           ,
           beggery
           ,
           and
           the
           pox
           .
        
         
           Whosoeuer
           doth
           continue
           ,
           plot
           ,
           or
           commit
           treason
           ,
           doth
           aduenture
           his
           soule
           to
           the
           diuell
           ,
           and
           his
           body
           to
           the
           Hang-man
           .
        
         
           Whosoeuer
           do
           marry
           a
           young
           and
           beautifull
           mayd
           ,
           doth
           aduenture
           a
           great
           hazard
           for
           a
           blessing
           or
           a
           curse
           .
        
         
           Whosoeuer
           goes
           a
           long
           iourney
           ,
           and
           leaues
           his
           faire
           wife
           at
           home
           ,
           doth
           most
           dangerously
           aduenture
           
           for
           hornes
           ,
           if
           she
           be
           not
           the
           honester
           .
        
         
           Hee
           that
           sets
           his
           hand
           to
           a
           bond
           ,
           or
           passes
           his
           word
           for
           another
           mans
           debt
           ,
           doth
           Aduenture
           a
           great
           hazard
           to
           pay
           both
           principall
           and
           interest
           .
           Probatumest
           .
        
         
           That
           Pastor
           who
           is
           either
           negligent
           or
           vncharitable
           in
           his
           function
           ,
           doth
           Aduenture
           more
           then
           he
           will
           euer
           recouer
           .
        
         
           A
           Merchant
           doth
           Aduenture
           ship
           ,
           and
           goods
           amongst
           flats
           ,
           shoales
           ,
           deepes
           ,
           Pirates
           ,
           shelues
           ,
           rockes
           ,
           gusts
           ,
           stormes
           ,
           flawes
           ,
           tempests
           ,
           mists
           ,
           fogges
           ,
           winds
           ,
           seas
           ,
           heates
           ,
           colds
           ,
           and
           calmes
           ,
           and
           all
           for
           hope
           of
           profit
           ,
           which
           often
           failes
           .
        
         
           That
           Trades-man
           that
           dayly
           trusts
           more
           ware
           then
           hee
           receiues
           money
           for
           ,
           doth
           Aduenture
           for
           Ludgate
           ,
           a
           breaking
           ,
           or
           a
           cracking
           of
           his
           credit
           .
        
         
           Hee
           or
           shee
           who
           are
           proud
           either
           of
           beauty
           ,
           riches
           ,
           wit
           ,
           learning
           ,
           strength
           ,
           or
           any
           thing
           which
           is
           transitory
           ,
           and
           may
           be
           lost
           ,
           either
           by
           fire
           ,
           water
           ,
           sicknesse
           ,
           death
           ,
           or
           any
           other
           casualty
           ,
           doe
           Aduenture
           to
           be
           accounted
           vaine-glorious
           ,
           and
           ridiculous
           Coxcombs
           .
        
         
         
           He
           that
           puts
           confidence
           in
           Drabs
           ,
           Dice
           ,
           Cards
           ,
           Bals
           ,
           Bowles
           ,
           or
           any
           game
           lawfull
           or
           vnlawfull
           doth
           aduenture
           to
           be
           laught
           at
           for
           a
           fcole
           ,
           or
           dye
           a
           begger
           vnpityed
           .
        
         
           Hee
           that
           eates
           ,
           and
           driukes
           till
           midnight
           ,
           and
           fights
           ,
           and
           brawles
           till
           day-light
           ,
           doth
           Aduenture
           for
           little
           rest
           that
           night
           .
        
         
           To
           conclude
           ,
           I
           could
           name
           and
           produce
           aboundance
           more
           of
           Aduenturers
           ,
           but
           as
           concerning
           aduenturing
           any
           more
           dangerous
           voyages
           to
           sea
           ,
           with
           Wherries
           ,
           or
           any
           extraordinary
           meanes
           ,
           I
           haue
           done
           my
           last
           ,
           onely
           my
           frailety
           will
           now
           and
           then
           prouoke
           me
           to
           aduenture
           vpon
           some
           of
           those
           insirmities
           or
           vices
           ,
           which
           attend
           on
           our
           mortalities
           ,
           which
           I
           thinke
           I
           shall
           bee
           free
           from
           committing
           ,
           before
           my
           Debtors
           haue
           payd
           me
           all
           my
           money
           .
        
         
           FINIS
           .
        
      
    
     
       
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