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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A58778	The poems of Ben. Johnson, Junior being a miscelanie of seriousness, wit, mirth, and mysterie in [brace] Vulpone, The dream, Iter bevoriale, Songs, &c. / composed by W.S., Gent.	W. S.; Johnson, Ben, Junior.	1672 (1672)	Wing S203; ESTC R37195	39,315	120

THE POEMS OF Ben. Johnson JVNIOR Being A Miscelanie of Seriousness Wit Mirth and Mysterie In VULPONE The DREAM ITER BEVORIALE SONGS c. Composed by W. S. Gent. Parce vatem sceleris damnare London Printed for Tho. Passenger at the three Bibles about the middle of London Bridge 1672. To the Right Honourable John Earl of Rutland and his Honourable Son the Lord Ross LEt Virgil and wise Homer crown'd with Bays Instruct my Pen to sing great Rutland's praise Skie-mounting Belvoir my Pernassus be Wh●re Bounty Plenty noble Charity Erect their throne where the fair Heavens adjoin A Mannor and a Mountegue divine To the Right Honourable Walter Lord Aston ASton a Stone cut from the marble Quar Fram'd to out-live the flames of civil war With all the bounties of the heavens befriended Nineteen brave Knights two princely Lords descended From this great Stem laden with Honours spoil That now o'respreads Great Brittains fruitful Isle Tixal the Fountain whence these Heroes flow Where Hospitality and Bounty grow Here Corydon doth act a pleasant Scean While his swift grinders sweep the Table clean Here I my noble Ancestors of old Tracing the steps of Charity behold By Loves fair hand to mine own Cradle led Aston and Lucy joyned in one Bed To all the ancient Family of the Lucyes and to all their Honourable Extractions Luci quasi Luxi LUcy bright morning-star pure light divine Drawn from the Roman and the Norman line In every Revolution still the same Their Countreys Honour a●d transcendent flame From this clear Spring I am a little Stream From this Apollo a derived beam Ingratitude unto that Root and Ground That noble Being I my Being found Lamp of their Countrey to their endless praise I dedicate these soft and humble Layes THE CONTENTS In Vulpone A Fri●r Vulpone's School-master His Pedigree Mahomet Vulpone's Coat of Arms. His Friends Usurers Vulpone's Apologie c. In the Dream Dreams The Court of Spain The Inquisition London Lawyers Opinionists The Rich. The Poor The University Miscellanies Iter Bevoriale False and true Love Egypt and the Brick-makers there The Wilderness Death On the Royal Soveraign A Poetical Strain Two Poetical Epistles A cold Journey Upon my Return hence A Dialogue The Drainers are up ●uch a Rogue 's a Roundhead A Catholick Hymn A Hymn of Love An Epitaph Hymn The Angels Entertainment Hymnus in eandem A Song of Hospitality Self A Littany A Soveraign Receipt Dysticks THE POEMS OF BEN. JOHNSON Junior VULPONE AQuarius eb'd and Pisces caught i' th' wile The Ram skips in when Thalia deignes to smile Sol courts his Mistriss gives her a green gown I 'm crown'd with joy and tripping ore the Down I chanc'd to pass by a fair chrystal flood Whose nearest neighbour was an o'regrown wood The little bubbling purling Fountains springing The Nightingale on ev'ry bow sat singing The Fields the Flowers the Fruit so freely budding Without all care I stumbled on a sudden Upon the Foxes hole Reynard quoth I Why art thou banish't from society This solitary melancholy Cave Looks like some desperate dungeon or a grave Thy sentence is severe what no reprieve Must thou lye bury'd and intomb'd alive The goodwives call thee trecherous and sullen A greedy dog for killing all their pullen The Shepheards too such loud complaints do bring Make ev'ry corner of the Downs to ring The bloody slaughter of the harmless Sheep Like a sly curr when Shepherds are asleep The cruel murder of the pretty Lambs Slain on a heap together with their damms Reynard to me his gentle paw did reach And in smooth language thus began to preach Many blind souls who cannot read their Psalter Are too too bold and busie with the Altar Let no man put his finger in the fire I by profession am a reverend Fryer Our order 'bove all earthly power was ranged Equal with Angels but those times are changed A dismal cloud hath shaded all our mirth We now are call'd the Locusts of the earth By Schismaticks who having lost the way In a wild labyrinth of error stray It was a golden age when we did handle Th' affrighted world with our Bell Book and Candle Lords of the World Mens Consciences to boote We made great Kings humbly to kiss our foot We then were Emperors of all mens treasures My brother Wolf and I did fare like Coesars Our bellies strutting nothing could we lack The full cram'd dishes made the Table crack Gammons of Bacon Brawn and what was chief King in all feasts a tall Sir Loyne of Beef Fat Venison Pasties smoaking 't is no fable Swans in their broath came swimming to the Table Partridges Pigeon Plover and the Hen With all her broods would it were there agen My sides were wondrous plump and in good plight I had no cause to range abroad by night Feasted with delicates beyond all measure Our golden path was Pav'd with ease and pleasure The highway Huckster he delights in pillage The Gypsie swaggers in a Country Village The beggar under ev'ry bush doth feast But of all lives the Monk's life is the best The world in pure devotion was so holy While we fed fat and laughed at their folly The pretty Nuns and we agree so well Whom we did pardon whatsoe'er befell We put the fair side outward what was foul Was closely hidden underneath our Cowl None in the Pulpet could become a lye With face more bold and confident than I. Such melting words that made the women weep Into the closet of their souls I creep The men from home and dreaming of no harm I kiss their wives and keep their places warm I led the fools in such a stupid blindness At their return they thank me for my kindness The world was fast asleep and did not mind me Where e're I came I left my spawn behind me Like Bulls reserv'd for breed from our fair Abbyes We fill all countryes with our lusty Babyes Hence in their mouthes this Proverb all men gather 'T is a wise child that knoweth his own Father But I must now in deep contrition mourn Fasting and praying for the swift return I lay my bones upon this rocky hill Besides the Lents I keep against my will Since Abby's were dissolv'd which I condole I hid mine head e'er since in this dark hole In this poor Hermitage my vows to pay In deep devotion I consume the day Shunning all company by Heavens direction I keep my self untainted from infection In meditation on my own thoughts feeding Least they should spoil my manners and my breeding I contemplate and study in my mind Where I at night some pleasant bit may find Self preservation is a general rule I suckt this lesson from dame nature's School My Occupation which some thiev'ry call I learnt of man the greatest thief of all By him I was instructed to indite Man is my copy what he writes I write Look on my Book I 'm sure I do not miss Compare them well my letters are like