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A37537	Certain verses written by severall of the authors friends to be re-printed with the second edition of Gondibert.	Denham, John, Sir, 1615-1669.; D'Avenant, William, Sir, 1606-1668. Gondibert.	1653 (1653)	Wing D991; ESTC R2610	6,703	25

CERTAIN VERSES WRITTEN By severall of the Authors Friends TO BE RE-PRINTED WITH THE Second Edition OF GONDIBERT LONDON Printed in the Year 1653. Certain Verses written by several of the Authors Friends to be reprinted with the second Edition of GONDIBERT Upon the PREFACE ROom for the best of Poets heroick If you 'l believe two Wits and a Stoick Down go the Iliads down go the AEneidos All must give place to the Gondiberteiados For to Homer and Virgil he has a just Pique Because one●s writ in Latin the other in Greek Besides an old grudge our Critics they say so With Ovid because his Sirname was Naso If Fiction the fame of a Poet thus raises What Poets are you that have writ his praises But we justly quarrel at this our defeat You give us a stomach he gives us no meat A Preface to no Book a Porch to no house Here is the Mountain but where is the Mouse But oh America must breed up the Brat From whence 't will return a West Indy Rat For Will to Virginia is gone from among us With thirty two Slaves to plant Mundungus Vpon the Prefaece of GONDIBERT Mar. Epig. Lasciva est nobis Pagina vita proba est AS Martial's life was grave and sad Wanting the mirth his Verses had Even so this our long Preface shows What ere we want our Book has nose To Sir W. DAVENANT 1. AFter so many sad mis-haps Of drinking riming and of claps I pitty most thy last relaps 2. That having past the Soldiers pains The States-mens Arts the Seamens gains With Gondibert to break thy brains 3. And so incessantly to ply it To sacrifice thy sleep thy diet Thy businesse and what 's more our quiet 4. And all this stir to make a story Not much superior to John Dory Which thus in brief I lay before ye 5. All in the land of Lombardie A Wight there was of Knights degree Sir Gondibert y●…leap'd was he 6. This Gondibert as says our Author Got the good will of the Kings daughter A shame it seems the Divel ought her 7. So thus succeeded his Disaster Being sure of the Daughter of his Master He chang'd his Princess for a Playster 8. Of person he was not ungratious Grave in Debate in Fight audacious But in his Ale most pervicatious 9. And this was cause of his sad Fate For in a Drunken-street Debate One night he got a broken Pate 10. Then being Cur'd he would not tarry But needs this simpling girl would marry Of Astragon the Apothecary 11. To make the thing yet more Romancie Both wise and rich you may him fancie Yet he in both came short of Plancy 12. And for the Damsel he did wooe so To say the truth she was but so-so Not much unlike her of Toboso 13. Her beauty though 't was not exceeding Yet what in Face and shape was needing She made it up in Parts and Breeding 14. Though all the Science she was rich in Both of the Dairy and the Kitchin Yet she had knowledge more bewitching 15. For she had learn'd her Fathers skill Both of th' Alimbick and the Still The Purge the Potion and the Pill 16. But her chief Talent was a Glister And such a hand to administer As on the Breech hath made no blister 17. So well she handled Gondibert That though she did not hurt that part She made a blister on his heart 18. Into the Garden of her Father Garden said I or Back-side rather One night she went a Rose to gather 19. The Knight he was not far behind Full soon he had her in the wind For Love can smell though he be blind 20. Her businesse she had finish'd scarcely When on a gentle bed of Parsly Full fair soft he made her Arse-ly Vpon the continuation of GONDIBERT THy Verses feet to run so fast And thine alas in fetters plac't I alwayes thought and now I see 't Thy brain 's less itable then thy feet This 't is to be severe to us For naming Gods and Pegasus Could'st thou but such a horse have shap't Thou hadst with gallant Massie scap't Or couldst thou but frame Gyges Ring Long since poor Will th' hadst been a Wing Thou liest not there for any plot But 'cause a Poet thou art not Nor kenst thou Daphne how thy rimes should rage And lift the Poet ore the walled stage 'T is not a Moat can have the fate or power To hold the Muses nor great Caesars Tower Homer and Virgil both thy back-friends have The priviledge to break out of their grave And they that slight them must not hope to thrive But lie confin'd and buried alive Nor think it strange thou art not spar'd But cast into a Goale unheard Those antient Bards no better sped Condemn'd by thee though never read Naso made Dedalus the Seas to cross Though the rash Icarus were at a loss But this our Anti-Naso's Muse doth flutter Like stubble-goose that scarce gets ore the gutter These colours that they nere may faile Were laid in Sack and Northdown Ale The Author upon himself I Am old Davenant with my Fustian quill Though skill I have not I must be writing still On Gondibert That is not worth a fart Waller and Cowly 't is true have prais'd my book But how untruly All they that read may look Nor can old Hobbs Defend me from dry bobbs Then no more I 'le dabble nor pump fancy dry To compose a Fable Shall make Will Crofts to cry Oh gentle Knight Thou writ'st to them that shite A Letter sent to the good Knight THou hast not been thus long neglected But we thy four best friends expected Ere this time thou hadst stood corrected But since that Planet govenes still That rules thy tedious Fustian Quill 'Gainst Nature and the Muses will When by thy friend's advice and care 'T was hop'd in time thou wouldst despaire To give ten pounds to write it faire Lest thou to all the world wouldst shew it We thought it fit to let thee know it Thou art a damn'd insipid Poet Vpon Fighting WILL THe King knights Will for fighting on his side Yet when Will comes for fighting to be try'd There is not one in all the Armies can Say they ere felt or saw this fighting man Strange that the Knight should not be known i' th Field A Face well charg'd tho nothing in his Shield Sure fighting Will like Basilisk did ride Among the Troops and all that saw Will dy'd Else how could Will for fighting be a Knight And none alive that ever saw Will fight In pugnacem Daphnem Pugnacem Daphnem Rex ordine donat Equestri Sed quod pugnasset cum foret ille reus Arma virumque serum se vel sensisse rogatus Vel vidisse quidem Miles utrinque negat Tantum equitis mirer campos latuisse per omnes Insignem vultu Parma sit alba licet Scilicet aspectu victor Basiliscus obibat Agm●…na sub monstro quae periere novo Pugnando

had she gain'd of female lore Though much she was in med'cinal science skild She and th' experienc'd maid had samplers store And could the needle or the distaff weild 5. The sheets so nicely fine none could have thought Them spun from course Batavian Freisters toyls But by the fingers of Arachne wrought From the most subtile of the Silkwormes spoyles There Birtha lay but when the Knt. drew nigh She seem'd to fly from what she long'd t' enjoy Orna her self was not than she more shie Gartha more nice nor Rodalind more coy But when great Natures office was unseal'd Then through Loves limbeck his elixar flew Motion heat things stiff as if congeal'd Dissolv'd to Amber suds and Rainbow dew TO DAPHNE On his Incomparable Incomprehensible Poem GONDIBERT CHear up small Wits now you shall crowned Daphne himself is turn'd into a tree Nor think it strange for our great Author can be Clap stones to Hirmigil and make her Man Go gather sprigs nor can you strip him bare For all the ancient Wreaths sall to his share Poor Homer's eyes by his unshaded light Again put out who bids the world Good-night And is as much eclips'd by one more blind As is his by our new Hectors out-shin'd Virgil thou hast no Wit and Naso is More short of Will than is Will's Nose of his Can silence T●…o and the Fairy Queen Thou all by Will unread and most unseen Nor shall we ere hear more of great Tom-I humb For Gondibert and Oswald strike all dumb Thus then secur'd thy Babe shall not miscarry Since all do bow to Fames Fine Secretary So have I heard the great Leviathan Let me speak true and not bely a man Reign in the Deep and with tyrannick Power Both Costick Codd and squallid Sprats devour An Essay in Explanation of Mr. Hobbs where he tells the Author The Vertues you distribute there among so many Noble persons represent the Image but of one Mans Vertue to my Fancy which is your own CANTO 1. 1. OF all Ill Poets by their Lumber known Who nere Fame's favor wore yet sought them long Sir Daphne gives precedency to none And breeds most business for abstersive Song 2. From untaught Childhood to mistaking Man An ill-performing Agent to the Stage With Albovin in Lumbar he began With Gondibert in Lumber ends his rage 3. Rime was his studied Art Rime which was bad Rime meant for charms to keep th' devil in aw Rime which with Fustian lin'd Nonsense clad More needful is than Finger Shirt or Straw 4. To conquer Reason Nature's common gift Fein'd Art sophisticated Rime devis'd While those who cannot their weak judgements list To discern sense and with hard words surpris'd 5. Yet Laws of Verse rescue but doubtfully From one ill Poet all good Poets fame Till against Rime the wise Rimes help apply Which soberly tells Will he is to blame On GONDIBERT CLose-stools thus made by Astragon we have That will both singer drugs paper save On stool of Ebony O Reader sit Or else poor Gondibert will be beshit For things abstersive will avail As well to purge as wipe the Tail The Poets Hot Coc●…les THus Poets passing time away Like Children at Hot cockles play All strike by turn and Will is strook And he lies down that writes a Book Have at thee Will for now I come Spread thy hand faire upon thy Bomb For thy much insolence bold Bard And little sense I strike thus hard Whose hand was that 't was Jaspar Mayne Nay there you 're out lie down again With Gondibert Preface and all See where the Doctor comes to maul The Authors hand 't will make him reel No Will lies still and does not feel That Book 's so light 't is all one whether You strike with that or with a Feather But room for one new come to Town That strikes so hard he 'll knock him down The hand he knows since it the place Has toucht more tender then his face Important Sheriff now thou ly'st down We 'll kiss thy Hands and Clap our own Preface page 25. That his writings are adapted to an easie musical Singer which the Reader may judge by these following Verses OSwald Paradin Rolalind Hugo Hubert Aribert Hurgonil Astolpho Borgia Goliha 〈◊〉 Croatian Lumbards Hums Vasco Darg●… Orna Astragon Hermogild ulsinor O●…go Thula Epithetes that will serve for any Substantives either in this part or the next NIce Wise Important Eager Grave Busy Recorded 〈◊〉 Abs●…ive ●…le Roman Experienc'd Upon the Authors writing 〈◊〉 name as in the Title of his Bock D'avenant AS severall Cities made thier claim Of ●…omers birth to have the same So after ages will not want Towns claiming to be Avena●…t Great doubt there is where now it lies Whether in Lombard or the Skies Some say by Avenant no place is meant And that this Lombard is without descent And as by Bilke men mean ther 's nothing there So com from Avenant means from No where Thus Will in 〈◊〉 D' Avenant to grace Has made a No ch in 's 〈◊〉 like that in 's face 〈◊〉 it we●… the Autho●… of Harrigo Had styl'd himself D'aphne D' Avenantigo FINIS Desunt 〈◊〉 D. of 〈◊〉 Cross and Harp A womans womb