¶ The Preface of
Frederike Dedekind to maister Simon Bing
Secretarie of Hassia.
SVch happinesse on you (deere friend)
the heau'ns I pray bestow,
As you for your so vertuous minde
most requisite doe know.
If that your matters of more weight
did not your presence crave,
Your counsell and your ayde, concerning
this my booke I'de have.
My Muse, which whilome in two bookes
did rusticke faults deride,
I have recalld, and into three,
foorthwith will it divide.
And now againe, through all the worlde
I purpose it to send,
If fortune, friends, and you doe favour
that which I intend,
Then marke I pray, for vnto you
I'le open all the truth,
My minde, my meaning, and intent,
vnto well nurturde youth.
Those manners which vnseemely are
in these decaying times:
And auntient rude simplicitie
I checke in iesting rimes:
[Page]If this my Booke will profite yeeld
to men of any kind,
And make them weed home-bred behavior,
quite out of their minde:
That's all I want, that's all I crave,
that is the furthest scope
Of all my paines, of all my cares,
of all my furdest hope.
But out alas, how dares my Muse
such good successe exspect?
Since bad mens ill conditions
do so the times infect.
I hope, but other mens examples
do me much dismay,
Which have in vaine whole ages spent
in counselling that way.
What skill'st too late for to relate
renowned
Platoes Bookes?
And all those lights, and guides, whose losse
poore
Greece but hardly brookes,
Which tride indeede, but all in vaine,
those vices to amend,
Which did mens mindes, by follies meanes,
in beastly sort offend.
And for our later Latine writers,
did they aught prevaile?
Which did so long, with such great paines,
gainst rusticke vices raile.
Did not sage
Tully in his bookes,
mens dueties plainely tell?
And teach both yong and old, the meanes,
to live and die right well?
[Page]Yet for all this, what good? what gaines?
procur'd that learned worke,
Since vntamde actions well doe shew,
what in mens minds doth lurke:
So did old learned
Roterodam
set foorth a booke of price,
From which, for manners straitest rule,
all youth might take advise,
And yet what profite did he get
by that most worthy booke?
Or who did on it, as he ought,
for better counsell looke?
Too few do now (God wot) regard
that jewell of such price,
Whenas whole multitudes of men
runne headlong vnto vice.
I touch not heere small common faults,
of a disorderd life,
(Although of these in every place
the world is too too rife)
But let them passe as trifling faults,
and vertues, in respect
Of those great crimes and beastly deedes,
which I will heere detect.
For you shall finde, if you vncloake
mens manners base and rude,
Many which in Rusticitie,
farre passe the multitude.
Put case you finde them eating meate,
to stuffe them till they burst,
Or quaffing liquor pot by pot,
to quench their drunken thurst.
[Page]You'le sweare they do no whit respect
the end of their creation,
Nay, (which is more,) you'le almost sweare
they care for no salvation.
What though their souls were sent from heaven?
as things of peerelesse price,
Yet thei'le love Reason worse then Follie.
Vertue worse then Vice.
They square their actions by the rule
of beasts of brutish kinde,
And to their bellies blinde desires,
they captivate their minde.
Their wide stretcht guts, beyond the vse
of Nature or of neede,
In every place, at every time,
vnsatiately they feede.
Pots by the dozens filld to'th brims,
into their guts they presse,
Whenas (God knowes,) their greatest thirst
might well be quench'd with lesse.
If after Gods gifts thus abus'd,
they heere at length would end,
T'were well, but they exspect for faults,
that men should them commend.
And yet this fault, this great offence,
which daily men live in,
By custome and continuance,
goes currant for no sin.
But what's the cause I pray, that men
neglecting counsells guide,
Leave Vertues straight and narrow path,
and hold on Vices side?
[Page]Why this, bid him that doth offend,
in sober quiet talke,
To mend his faults, and in the steps
of vertuous men to walke.
Hee'le either laugh in pleasant sort,
as if you tolde a iest,
Or else with scorning scouling lookes,
your absence hee'le request.
But if against his greater faults,
with bitter words you scolde,
Hee'le tell you that in others faults,
your iudgement is too bolde.
So that, he which doth nowadaies,
precepts of manners give,
May preach, and teach, but all in vaine,
men as they list will live.
And so, good men which in this subiect
have great studie spent,
Have lost their labor, for to follow them,
no man is bent.
And yet example of their fortune,
troubleth me no whit,
But that same marke which all they misst,
I'le venture for to hit.
And though to dance after their pipe,
the vulgar sort refuse,
Yet I'le presume to teach them manners,
which they ought to vse.
Perhaps I shall be counted rash,
and all my hopes but vaine:
And yet I'le hope, perhaps my meanes
more auditors will gaine.
[Page]Dame Fortune is vnconstant, changing
course each other while:
Then, though on some she frowne,
yet she on me may glance a smile.
Tush, no man knowes the wages, which
I looke for at her hand,
I doubt not but the vulgar sort
my methode will command.
Fortune, I'le try thee, for I thinke
in triall there's no harme;
And god
Apollo from ill lucke,
my enterprises charme.
What though perhaps I not prevaile?
t'is but my labour lost,
A few ill verses spent in vaine,
and this is all my cost.
But for because austere commands,
and precepts cannot win,
Which say, that all but honestie,
to do, or thinke, is sin.
I'le try by other meanes new found,
the selfe-same marke to hit,
Refusing all those other waies,
wherein fore-fathers writ.
Free leave to live disordredly,
vnto all sorts I give,
And I command, that in good order,
none presume to live.
Each clowne shall see what fits him best,
and what his manners be,
And I affirme, that craftie deeds
with crafty knaves agree.
[Page]Perhaps when many see these faults
so fitting their owne name,
Such clownish manners from their mindes,
thei'le banish quite for shame.
No other meanes is left behinde,
to cure this eating sore,
For being sencelesse of their faults,
they love them more and more.
Within the minde of sinfull man,
vice now hath got such roote,
As by slight meanes to weede it out,
it would be little boote.
Yet let vs not dispaire for helpe,
since this one meanes is left,
Whereby our mindes of vices buds,
may quickly be bereft.
Since to forbid vice will not helpe,
we will alow vice too;
The common people, that which you
forbid them, often doo.
Health most dispaired, healths greatest causer,
sometimes proved is,
And that from which men looke for bale,
doth often bring forth blisse.
You see the good Phisitian,
whenas he cannot cure
By medcines might, a sicknes great, sprung
from a bod
[...] impure.
How many waies he seekes, to ease
his patients grievous smart,
By seeking learned phisickes aide,
by labour or by Art.
[Page]One while with Poticarie drugs,
he mitigates his paine:
Now he with dust opens his wounds,
now shuts them vp againe.
One while with mangling salve, he cuts
a member almost dead,
Another while he seares the same,
with yron burning red.
At length when all
Machaons arte
and phisickes force hath done,
(And yet the patient is as sicke,
as when he first begunne.
He gives him hote preservatives,
to comfort vp his heart,
But all in vaine, he still is sicke,
(diseases master Art.)
At length he comes to contraries,
and alters quite the case,
From hote, to colde, he gives him Antidots
in Cordialls place.
And thus to him he doth restore
his vnexspected health,
Which he before could not procure,
by phisicke, friends, nor wealth.
So I perceiving wholesome precepts,
fitting for the minde,
Neglected, and fault-finders workes,
to purchase naught but winde.
All that which good men ought to practise,
I forbid them flat,
And all which country clownage
counteth currant, I bid that.
[Page]That so, whereas throughout my booke.
I still forbid the good,
The contrarie I meane, the bad
I would have vnderstood.
Perhaps while some with greedie minde,
my iesting rimes doth view,
He shall behold of his owne life,
a looking-glasse most true.
And blushing, of his owne accord,
when no man doth him see,
Will spie his faults, and mend them all,
and give some thanks to mee.
But by the way, thou which within
this glasse dost thus behold
Thine owne disordred manners, and
thy life, be not so bold,
As to finde fault with me thy friend,
or with my little booke,
Which vpon thee, as vpon all, with
selfe-same eyes doth looke.
If any will assume these faults
as theirs, at the first view,
Know they that they confesse themselves
some of the rusticke crew.
Wherefore, vnlesse he purpose
to proclaime himselfe a clowne,
All anger lately taken vp,
I wish him to lay downe.
Perhaps some severe Catonist
will this my booke accuse,
Because I good behaviour,
by contraries abuse.
[Page]And say that I in common sence,
have made a grievous breach,
Who those things, which to do t'is sinne,
have thus presum'd to teach.
And I confesse, within my booke
there are bad precepts store,
And I may seeme to spurre a horse,
which ranne too fast before.
But those which looke into the worlds
bad nature with good eyes,
I thinke concerning this my booke,
will iudge farre otherwise.
And finde that in this booke of mine,
no hurt at all doth lurke,
But that a man without much danger,
may pervse this worke.
For clownish customes long ago,
have made our mindes so bad,
That to our ill behaviours
we can no worser adde.
We neede not have a master then,
to make vs sinne the more,
For we without a guide, of vice
can quickly get great store.
Men sinne most willingly, and for their
hainous faults seeke praise,
And have such persons as will still,
to skies their vices raise.
Whatse're I write, in other men
I often have it seene,
From things oft done, the subiect of
my booke deriv'd hath beene.
[Page]Those faults, which ere I thought to write,
in other men were knowne:
How can you iustly say, that I
devisde them of mine owne?
Or by what meanes should this my booke,
make any to be bad,
Vnlesse before from vertues paths,
their mindes declined had?
Wherefore I guiltlesse am of this,
that I should now devise,
Or set new found rusticitie,
before the readers eyes.
If none I profite, (as God knowes,)
I meane to profite many,
Yet sure I know that this my booke
can bring no hurt to any.
And now at length (my good friend
Bing,)
whose favour I esteeme,
Thou which the chiefe of all my friendes,
at all my neede hast beene;
Respect these youthfull verses, fruits
of an vntamed braine,
And let your favour these my lines,
with wonted love maintaine.
Be ready now to take tuition
of my booke and me,
And let my verse be patroniz'd,
vnder the name of thee.
Gainst all the poisned tongues of those,
that would my booke defame,
Defend these trifling toyes of mine,
vnder thy worthie name.
[Page]In briefe, this booke with all his faults,
I dedicate to thee,
That by thy hand from after-claps,
it may defended bee.
If aught I have, (as sure I have)
let passe in this my booke,
Supply the wants I you desire,
as over it you looke.
If any thing in this my worke,
be added more then should,
Correct it for its masters sake,
for so full faine I would.
And so I being well perswaded,
of your strength and might,
Commit this scepter to your hand,
which is your owne by right.
And furthermore, vnto your lawes,
all such I do subiect,
Which this my perfect worke, of old
Simplicitie respect.
Behold your mightie empire stretcheth
over sea and land,
And in all kingdomes of the earth,
your kingdome hath command.
For this great gift, what benefit
can you repay to mee?
Let me be thine, and thou be mine,
that's all I aske of thee.
Keepe me thy friend, and with the favour
which thou hast begunne,
Pursue me, and my heart to thee
for ever thou hast wonne.
[Page]Behold thy friend, whom if thou lov'st,
as of him lov'd thou art,
Thou maist command to do thee good,
himselfe, his goods, his heart.
And if the gods respect my thoughts,
I hope ere long, to send
A greater matter than this trifle,
for thee to defend.
Meane time, because thou of thy selfe,
deservest to live ever,
The gods preserve thee from all harme, and
grant thee to die never.