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Youths Warning-peice.
In a true Relation of the woefull Death of William Rogers of
Cranbroke in Kent an Apothecary, who refusing all good counsell, and fol-
lowing lewd company, dyed miserably since Christmas last. 1635.
To the Tune of Doctor Faustus.

WHat mournefull ditty, or lamenting verse
Shall I compose this subject to rehearse?
It being indeed most dolefull to declare,
Doth wish all youth in time for to beware.

If it was feigned, or not true indeed,
It should not in men so much dolour breed:
Or had it beene some fable or old thing,
It might have past without much sorrowing.

But it is true, and too too lately knowne
Twas done, not farre from hence, and cleerely showne
By men, whose credits are wel knowne ith City,
Come then, and listen to my dolefull ditty.

Thus I begin, Will. Rogers was his name,
His Parents and his Kindred of good fame:
These gave him education, and good Arts,
By which he was endued with able parts.

He an Apothecary was by Trade,
By which it doth appeare he Learning had:
For none can know the mysteries of that Art,
Without some knowledge, or some good desert.

Moreover, he in Chyrurgery had skill,
And practisd it with successe, & goodwill
Of many grieved Patients whom he curd
Of their corrupted soares which they endurd.

His carriage was most milde and temperate,
By which he love and estimation gat:
He did not take any excessive gaines,
But often gave the poore his time and paines.

His practice brought him into favour great,
And caused him some meanes to gaine and get,
So that he did receive two hundred pound
By each yeeres practice, as it cleere was found.

His civill Education did impart
The knowledge of Religion to his heart,
Whereby he able was account to give,
How he in Christ by faith alone did live.

All these were hopefull blossomes in a youth,
That in their season might good fruits have provd,
And causd him to have lived in good fame,
And dyed in the credit of his house and name.

But see of this mans life the fatall change,
When in the world he did begin to range:
For presently all gooodesse was forgot,
His latter course was to his first a blot.

What pitty tis that in so faire a face
Such spots and blemishes should possesse a place,
Or that such good beginnings should be left;
Or that men should be of such hopes bereft.

The second part to the same tune.

WE cannot blame Dame Fortune as the cause,
Nor yet religion which gives better laws,
Nor yet our Parents, or our Masters care,
Nor yet accuse a Planet, or a Starre.

All these are free, and cleere from any blame,
Tis wee our selves that doe procure our shame,
It is our negligence that will not use
Our gifts aright, but often them abuse.

So did this young man by leud courses spend,
His time and means & stock, which God did send,
He vainely lavishd out in toyish sport,
Mongst vaine companions which to him resort.

He left the councell of his dearest friend,
The Pastor of the Parish who did send,
Directions grave and honest, just, and good,
All which this young man mightily withstood.

Hee did forget his former promise made
To God, and others, that that sinfull trade
Should quite be left, and that he would put on,
The practise of the pure Religion.

But wholy gave himselfe to wine and drinke,
With company all times, which soone wil sinke
A mans estate, the bane and source of ill,
And doth all goodnesse and Religion spill.

Hence he grew carelesse of his Patients lame,
Still swilling his carouses downe amaine,
Kept company, neglected Church, each time
Slighted the use of the Sacraments Divine.

So he grew setled in his sinfull tracke,
No friendly councell could reduce him backe:
But obstinately still hee did persist,
And scornfully all councell did resist.

His Pastor told him he would be so bold,
To excommunicate him from Christs fold:
Which wrought upon his conscience, so that he
Promisd to divers, a new man to be.

But sicknes Deaths bold Serjeant did arrest
Him, that he faild of what he did protest.
In which his visitation hee exclaimd,
That Hel was his, and that he sure was damd.

Visits were made, and councel grave was given,
That yet he might possesse a place in Heaven:
But he stil did rave, and strive curse and crye,
That he should go to Hell immediately.

Sometimes he blames his sin with some remorse,
which had brought down Gods heavy rod & curse
Then he advises others to beware
Of sinne, so even seeming to despaire.

He cryes out fearefully that he must go,
To Hell, the place of misery and woe;
There to endure all torments, griefe and paine,
Milions of milions of ages to remayne.

And fearefull tis to thinke, that in such wise,
In raging fury, ends his life and dyes.
We cannot judge of his Eternall state,
But leave to him, who rules all lives and Fate.

So you have heard his end, I wish you all
To take a warning by his fearefull fall,
Of all leud company, and drinking too,
Which alwayes are the Harbengers of woe.

Reject not councell, nor Gods ordinance scorne,
Nor yet Church discipline, as men forlorne:
Follow your callings diligently still,
So God shall keep you in your wayes from ill.

God blesse our gracious Soveraign Queene and Prince
With all the royal Progeny, that thence
Blessings may flow on all our Nobles, and
For ever prove a blessing, to our land.

If any desire further information touching the man-
ner of this mans Life, sicknesse, and death, let them
read the Sermon Preached at his funerall, which is
Printed by Authority.

London printed for A.K. 1636.

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