And _Bounty_, though her body thou hast slaine, Yet shall her memorie remaine for euer: For euer, shall her memorie remaine; Whereof no spitefull Fortune can bereaue her. Then Sorrowe cease, and wipe thy weeping eye; For Fame shall liue, when all the World shall dye. FINIS. [Illustration] THE Combat, betweene Conscience and Couetousnesse, in the minde of Man. _quid non mortalia pectora cogis Auri sacra fames?_ Virgil. [Illustration] LONDON, Printed by G. S. for Iohn Iaggard, and are to be solde at his shoppe neere Temple-barre, at the Signe of the Hand and starre. 1598. [Illustration] To his Worshipfull good friend, Maister _Iohn Steuenton_, of _Dothill_, in the County of _Salop_, Esquire. [Illustration] Sith Conscience (long since) is exilde the Citty, O let her in the Countrey, finde some Pitty. But if she be exilde, the Countrey too, O let her finde, some fauour yet of you. [Illustration] [Illustration] The Combat betweene Conscience and Couetousnesse in the mind of Man. [Illustration] Now had the cole-blacke steedes, of pitchie Night, (Breathing out Darknesse) banisht cheerfull Light, And sleepe (the shaddowe of eternall rest) My seuerall senses, wholy had possest. When loe, there was presented to my view, A vision strange, yet not so strange, as true. _Conscience_ (me thought) appeared vnto mee, Cloth'd with good Deedes, with Trueth and Honestie, Her countinance demure, and sober sad, Nor any other Ornament shee had. Then _Couetousnesse_ did incounter her, Clad in a Cassock, lyke a Vsurer, The Cassock, it was made of poore-mens skinnes, Lac'd here and there, with many seuerall sinnes: Nor was it furd, with any common furre; Or if it were, himselfe hee was the _fur_. A Bag of money, in his hande he helde, The which with hungry eie, he still behelde. The place wherein this vision first began, (A spacious plaine) was cald _The Minde of Man_. The Carle no sooner, _Conscience_ had espyde, But swelling lyke a Toade, (puft vp with pryde) He straight began against her to inuey: These were the wordes, which _Couetise_ did sey. _Conscience_ (quoth hee) how dar'st thou bee so bold, To claime the place, that I by right doe hold? Neither by right, nor might, thou canst obtaine it: By might (thou knowst full well) thou canst not gaine it. The greatest Princes are my followars, The King in Peace, the Captaine in the Warres: The Courtier, and the simple Countrey-man: The Iudge, the Merchant, and the Gentleman: The learned Lawyer, and the Politician: The skilfull Surgeon, and the fine Physician: In briefe, all sortes of men mee entertaine, And hold mee, as their Soules sole Soueraigne, And in my quarrell, they will fight and die, Rather then I should suffer iniurie.