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But oh thou wretched finder, whome I hate Soe mvch that I allmoste pittie thy State, Gould beinge the heauiest mettall amongst all, May my most heauie curse vppon thee fall. Here fetterd Manacled, and hangd in chaines First maiest thou bee, then chaind in hellish paines, Or bee with forraine gold, bribd to betraie Thy Countrie, and faile, both, of that, and thy paie May the next thinge thou stoopst to reach, containe Poyson, whose nimble fume rot thy moyst braine. Or libells, or some interdicted thinge, Which negligently kept, thy ruine bringe. Lust=bred diseases rott thee, and dwell with thee Itchy desire and noe abilitie. May all the hurt which ever gold hath wrought, All mischeifes which all deuills ever thought, Want after plentie, poore, and gowtie age, The plaugues of trauellours, loue, and mariage Afflict thee; And at thy lifes latest moment, May thy swolne Sins them selues to thee present; But I forgiue. Repent then honest man; Gould is restoratiue restore it than; Or if with it thou beest loath to depart Becawse tis cordiall, would twere at thy hart.| O let not mee serue soe as those men serue Whome honours smoakes att once, fatten and sterue Porely enricht with great mens words or looks Nor soe wright my name in their louinge books, [CW: As:] |
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