I liu'd (quoth she) to see _Troy_ set on fire: I liu'd to see, renowned _Hector_ slaine: I liu'd to see, the shame of my desire: And yet I liue, to feel my grieuous paine: Let all young maides example take by me, To keepe their oathes, and spotlesse chastity. Happy are they, that neuer liu'd to know What 'tis to liue in this world happily: Happy are they which neuer yet felt woe: Happy are they, that die in infancie: Whose sins are cancell'd in their mothers wombe: Whose cradle is their graue, whose lap their tomb. Here ended shee; and then her teares began, That (Chorus-like) at euery word downe rained. Which like a paire of christall fountaines ran, Along her lonely cheekes: with roses stained: Which as they wither still (for want of raine) Those siluer showers water them againe. Now had the poore-mans clock (shrill chauntcleare) Twice giuen notice of the Mornes approach, (That then began in glorie to appeare, Drawne in her stately colour'd saffron-Coach) When shee (poore Lady) almost turn'd to teares, Began to teare and rend her golden haires. Lie there (quoth shee) the workers of my woes You trifling toies, which my liues staine haue bin: You, by whose meanes our coines chiefly growes, Clothing the backe with pride, the soule with sin: Lie there (quoth shee) the causers of my care; This said, her robes she all in pieces tare. Here-with, as weary of her wretched life, (Which shee inioy'd with small felicitie) She ends her fortune with a fatall knife; (First day of ioy, last day of miserie:) Then why is death accounted Nature's foe, Since death (indeed) is but the end of woe? For as by death, her bodie was released From that strong prison made of lime and stone; Euen so by death her purest soule was eased, From bodies prison, and from endlesse mone: Where now shee walkes in sweete _Elysium_ (The place for wrongful Death and Martirdum.) FINIS. [Illustration] The Encomion of Lady Pecunia: _OR_ The praise of Money. _quærenda pecunia primum est, Virtus post nummos._ Horace. By _Richard Barnfeild_, Graduate in _Oxford_. [Illustration] LONDON, Printed by G. S. for Iohn Iaggard, and are to be sold at his shoppe neere Temple-barre, at the Signe of the Hand and starre. 1598. [Illustration] To the Gentlemen Readers. [Illustration]