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B04342	News from Parnassus, in the abstracts and contents of three crown'd chronicles, relating to the three kingdoms of England, Scotland and Ireland. In a poem, divided into two parts : first, to the king, secondly, to the subjects of the said three kingdoms. Dedicated to His Majesty. / By a servant to Mars, and a lover of the muses, William Mercer.	Mercer, William, 1605?-1675?	1682 (1682)	Wing M1740; ESTC R180533	40,838	104

I go on as all are ranked there For lo that piece I to the Ark compare Which Noah built wherein I think to save Such Righteous persons as I shall receive Upon Repentance finding of them free And them admit within the Ark with me But Noah had command to make the Ark Three hundred cubits long albe't that Bark Must bear a burden only but of eight And all not faithful neither such a fraight Might so be sav'd and here it is even so Just and unjust all generally do go Within my Ark which being open'd once And all call'd out 't will be but as a Sconce Compos'd of Paper not of Planks and power So slight a Ship might sink in such a shower In cruel cases men may make conform Both Bark and Fly-boat to withstand the storm So as my Ark at Anchor doth prove nice My Fly-boat puts Fools in a Paradise For if some few when they are call'd can stand By Faith as firm as they were on the Land So that the Waters were not their reward Yet when at Court they come to play their Card They may mistake I do not say they shall Though some's in danger for to fetch a fall For when so many did my Bark abuse I fram'd this Fly-Boat and shall not refuse To save some in 't as I in duty stand Though not presuming I can purge the Land As did St Patrick who though purging Vermine To put the spawn in people did not determine Or not that all are ill though many may For in the general I have such to say That as the Angels were created good And so might in that Heavenly station stood Yet fell and for no other reason neither But that they fell as they affected rather Even so shall many in their place appear Fallen from their first love too too many here Cathedral Saints I do not now single any Chur●● men But rich and poor all men must answer when I Call by their Names the Prophet and the Priest Both are in danger of one days arrest Unless the people plainly make appear That they read prayers precisely once a year The big Book duly doth demonstrate all The famous Fathers Apostolical Whence one of twelve was once found false before But out of twelve I now name half a score Then for our Judges I go evenly on Judg● Comparing some to Homer's Sarpedon And in the big Book I do clear the case Compares with Pompey and Aristides Some Judges Justness here I tell you that Moses and Joshua's Justice imitate Though they are dead their deeds live nevertheless Good mens perfections death doth not suppress And in my Book albe't he be removed I point at one so for his Law beloved Not only Law but to disparage none Equal in all things unto Sarpedon ●ustice in Judges ought as they survive Each one th' other t' appear superlative Pindarus Plato Cicero did say Of Justice as good Judges do to day And as Theog●nes gives it us in Greek Take it in Latin lest the thing you seek ●ustitia in sese virtutes continet omnes Even so as knowledge is on me conferr'd To tell the Truth my Tongue being not deterr'd 〈◊〉 do repeat the prudence then of those Examining when parties do oppose Each one the other and that make report Doctors Impartially in presence of the Court And all surrounding every Bench a bit I lay before them for to bite on it Physicians that put poison in the Pill Physicians and such as profess I pay them Fees according to their Skill And those that have both skill and kindness too As they deserve accordingly I do Hippocrates I challenge not for cheats He fills the Files with well advis'd Receipts Galen hath Gard'ners gathering Herbs I grant Apothecaries Pliny's supplying every place with Plants Now those that plead and such as play the Knave If they themselves by Sophistry can save Then be it so much is made out by Art Howe're it is my Pen must play its part Some Clerks and some the Terms tongue-turn'd Attorneys Talking to them makes merry on my Journeys There is one well-cover'd with a Gown ingrain'd Of base black dye with stinking Coffee stain'd Anagram O Base Cret'r ' I. In these few words his Name 's anatomiz'd And Answers to it since he was Baptiz'd All in which big Book brightly will appear In small Eclipses things are not seen clear I try all Trades though some past Prenticeship Playing the Knave such I severely whip Some take up Trades and some untaught Attorney Turns Lawyer but by taking of a Journey To Lon●●● I strive to take such untrain'd Trades-mens Tools Send such Mock-Lawyers back again to Schools Not cherishing of Cheaters but at large My Chronicle casheers them from their charge But O alas one thing 's like to be lost His Majesties Omissioners almost And yet I do not draw so deep a Debter My big Book bears them in a larger Letter Though herein happens one mistake in me I do neglect that great Character C I should say Co when O came in the way But now I think them both are best to say Saint Paul you know he saith and sealeth it The good he would the ill he will commit But they I see in both are Righteous rather Omit and Commit fully for their Father Do as the Scots said rightly understood The Souldiers swore they came for all their good But here is no such daubing now adays Whate're is call'd for ev'ry one obeys No man gets wrong but of the toys they bring Take some themselves the rest goes to the King God's good unto them therefore every hour Floods on the Farmers favours freely pour Many poor Merchants travel every Tyde And give what they can rap and run beside They 'r good to all fetch when you can tell what Be what it will they 'll take it what fault 's that They cannot all fair Promises perform For fear their Fortunes fail them in a storm 〈◊〉 would not wrong the Kings Omissioners More than the Priests wrong poor Parishoners Albe't I wrong them in one Letter lo 〈◊〉 would not wrong them too much no no no 〈◊〉 favour Farmers they shall find so when They come my Three-crown'd Chronicle to scan This thing 's so secret few know what I do The t' other tells both Name and Title too Nor do I only those in Commission scan Now there but every individual man Since first in fashion the King confirm'd a Farm To praise one not another may do harm Wherefore at best I 'll throw this Bauble by Because the big Book brings Authority And press no more great Sir but let you see So many Authors are assisting me To make things out both Heathenish and Heav'nly All their inventions ev'ry one as ev'nly As all the Arts and Sciences I think Could write were all the Purple Ocean Ink Here are their Names no man knows more than I And I 'll repeat them to your

may rout them rather Only Demetrius though indeed I dare Affirm your faults his to exceed by far Who suffer'd and such sorrows so endures For one offence which will not weigh with yours Look Plutarch's Lives Demetrius liv'd at least Full three years out a slave eat as a Beast But for one fault which yours would weigh down now Yet it Demetrius merits did undo He brake his word but once with friends when lo You brake with me from time to time you know I 'll not apply but this I may profess God did that then and now may do no less If you repent not Money make you what You cannot know as blind as is a Bat Come put your part then in the Scotch-man's Cap Pull out your lot look what you have by hap And if this Fly-boat press to put you to 't Prevent the Plot before the Ark goes out Mean time This is most meet to recommend to you Since you desire no good at all to do Be careful to become a Subject thrall When lucre can as sure ensue withal Which doing doubtless whensoe'r you 're dead Upon your Urn this Rhime then they shall read This Wretch I vow was worth no words of Art At all within his Epitaph to impart But words to draw in draughts that are not dim That men may run read and remember him The words I vow shall be but short however Such true words were not seen nor now nor never Put to continue on Record because I 'm always careful for to keep the Laws The words indeed are no less sweet than short Themselves I hope will see me feasted for 't For whom I speak of but I chew but chaff Pray passenger peruse the Epitaph Which I intend to tell in terms that 's true Or Sacrifice my self I swear to you Epitaph Alas lo here lyes one by Nature's Law Whose Second sure or such you never saw He rather suffer'd faithful Friends to fail Than spare the poorest pairing of his nail And then those Bags too big for him to bear He left for them that laught to lay him here But here he lyes believ 't both Beef and Bone Albe't I brag not where his Ghost is gone Weigh what I write I to my Prince appeal Who soon can see corrupt men cast the Scale Traytors are true that to themselves take all But question'd can from their profession fall For when some Subjects find their tricks detect The King will know my Chronicle collect Their cunning Knav'ries wherein when they are taken As Bullrushes they will with Wind be shaken This Abstract needs employ no Oedipus Things to interpret it self renders thus Truly to Readers till with Hue and Cry My Chronicles come that knows not how to lye None do deny Reader Volumes in Verse I with the World do venture But you may think that I in anger enter Because I come with Ovid's very Vae O Ingenio perii qui miser ipse meo But I dare do so for this furious why Contest with you whose carriage makes me cry Ovid was made too for his gift no gainer No more am I whose Verses are not vainer But to compare I know proceeds of Pride As Beggars be when they are rais'd to ride Ovid was also in prison put for verse And so may I because my skill is scarce But I forbear my Pen's pluckt from an Owl And I 'm correct because I crept from School Where had I studied still for all I know My Verses would have weigh'd with Ovid's O. But I have promis'd not for to compare With Ovid nor with any but take care For though I say I shall compare with none I may with many that are dead and gone I mean I may compare with men opprest In many points one grain is not transgrest Most men compare take therefore this of me My Pen proclaims that very few are free Especially Poets compare in Poverties Though they disdain some in their Eminencies More men than I are for their Wit envy'd As by the Touch-stone shall be truly try'd I never acted any ill to any Though now my Muse is medling with too many My Chronicle doth these three Kingdoms scan With no more force but what my Feathers fan But howsoever men must me correct Not caring though my fancies they infect They do postpone me when preferments fall Keep officers off Here are no Wars at all Or if Mars march and stout men should be chas't Hands helping not quick Feet defend as fast For my part I my duties daily do Being almost ended I shall tell you too Follow what will I am resolv'd to render Some Rhimes to Caesar though they should seem slender And if they do so sure I shall not lye They may seem serious in my Soveraigns Eye Wherefore upon such ticklish terms I stand Prevents my Prince it not my Pate's trepann'd Memorandum These Fortunes fall on those that most do merit The bravest brains the basest lives inherit As by these following four examples here I shew you how false Fortune doth appear 1. Bees suck the blossoms but we have the Honey 2. Poor men dig Mines rich men have the Money 3. Sheep furnish Fleeces and we wear the Wool 4. Wise-men plant Vines the Grapes go with the Fool. Now notwithstanding all these moral matters Whereof my Rhimes are real right relaters Which make men proud the Female Sexes swell And fail even as those fatal fancies fall The fair Rose fades and so flyes youth away It grows and blows it 's Beauty in one day So upstart honour and from whence it flows Ill purchas'd pelf how soon pull'd down who knows Take notice then and shun not wise advice Nor run too rashly on such slip'ry Ice Bought by so dear a a price I the Author on my self and to my self In Sonnets Because that no man praises me I 'll praise my self now you shall see Two ways one is by Comparing Th' other Patience being so sparing And though mens praises first are Penn'd I put my own praise at the end First Sonnet I Mercer though my skill be scarce Compare with Maro making Verse Tell too my tattling is not Treason Though it be not good Rhime nor Reason And says my News now from Parnass Do let few faulty persons pass Second Sonnet Comparisons to bring abuse are bent But these ensuing seem to give consent For when wise Maro Penn'd Mecoenas praise He took not pains as Mercer making these Then Mercer's merits may with Maro's Muse Compare in this few men may that refuse Maro prais'd one and for his praise was paid Mercer to Millions praises hath display'd In rich Encomiums and hath undergone Like Mars and Maro both combin'd in one For to defend what he hath Penn'd by word Affirming he will sign it with a Sword So Mercer may to purchase modest praise Compare with Maro in composing these Then for which praise to make his Pen repine Were not praise-worthy saith Saint Augustine Third Sonnet Having plainly spoke to ev'ry Paroch people I 'll Ring and Sing this Sonnet from the Steeple Even as the Priest when he hath mention'd Mass Unto the people proclaims and crys alas Remits all sins but one which sin remains And must till they have paid him for his pains So now when I do most mens faults set forth Cry out and call their Consciences scarce worth One wink because my Chronicle proclaims All mens unkindness but conceals their names Waiting with patience till that they repay My pains and then I pardon them that day If not themselves and all the heaps they handle Are cruelly curst both with Bell Book and Candle As unto many I have Musick made So to my self these Sonnets now are said As Martial says so may my Muse in jest Lasciva est nobis pagina vita proba est My fancy 's free for though I herein hault I censure few but whom I find in fault It always has been lawful and will be To speak of Vice but let the name go free Which Law my fancy for a while fulfils Within this abstract but my Chronicles Set both the Title and the Sur-name too Which I'm in pains both night and day to do If any carping Critick now Should scoff in any School One Verse that I have written I vow I 'll Chronicle him a Fool But I believe if he look at The point in every place He 'll view that I have vented what Will quash them in the case A Farewel Sonnet Twice twenty Terms and almost every hour I tyr'd my Pen employing of my power To prove these Poems then in all I say No Learning lyes though on the points I play The Latin I do grant by guess I got Cannot well tell if it be true or not I bruis'd my brains dare not deny indeed But in my haste I have broke Priscian's head I play'd my part can now not labour longer And am afraid some hang themselves in anger This Pamphlet I of purpose publish cheaper My big Book 's nigh nine hundred sheets of Paper In short beside so many motions made This Sonnet says now no more shall be said FINIS

Majesty Divine and Moral some that knew not God But gave good Counsel was not that then odd Aristotle and Plato I have Cato too Socrates and all Diogenes could do Themistocles and Solon I have ev'n so The Romans General Generous Scipio Demosthenes his Answer to Epimites I spoke with Plutarch and Aristides I tell you also of Emelius Apelles Painting what will that avail us And I have catched Counsel too of Titus I also saw Egesilaus meet us Anaxagoras Periander I saw Zeno Pythagoras opinion spake with pain O Menander and Caligula and lo Domitian and Hippocrates also Lycurgus and Xenocrates and such And talked to Epictetus as much Xenophanes call'd Coward scarcely knockt Perseue lending his Money he was mockt Hesiodus his Precepts understood Agathocles a Potters Son not proud A King Darius and Artaxerxes with one score I yet could count but I will name no more But only three who I report for Pride Though here are thousands such as they beside Dioclesian the Emperour he was one Herod Agrippa another now I 'm gone But Titus Flaminius takes it as a wonder That I omit him therefore comes he under All these are Authors in my Chronicle Comparing men unto them good or ill I stay not now their Vertues to rehearse Nor will I put their praises here in Verse But every Subject let them fawn or frown As they deserve lo I have set them down By wise advice and by whose cunning skill Your Majesty may know my Chronicle Is compos'd now on another task I intrude Comparing some to Tutors too as rude Twelve famous Fathers Soveraign Sir consider What pains I past comparing them together Who to themselves can best the attribute Apply as to their knowledge they them suit But I alledge when in the Scales they come They will down-weigh I well may wager some Because they do their base debauch'dness bear Almost as much as any named now here Who though they be here only but eleven I do not doubt to draw the dozen even So I begin and in their greatness greet 'um But in the big Book like a man I meet ' um 1. Caligula is common in the case 2. Tiberius comes in with a flaming face 3. Nero is never very far to find 4. Heliogabalus hath a vicious mind 5. As Alexander men are most malicious And I aver all men almost are vicious 6. Cyrus is sly at Court and catching still 7. Vlysses likewise with his Wit doth ill 8. Mydas is mighty covetous you know 9. Hannibal's a crafty Knave ev'n so 10. Zopyrus hath in base dissembling skill 11. And Aristippus will be flattering still Now doubtless I dare out the dozen do 12. For I am sure here is a Judas too But I forbear until my big Book come Where on the Margin I have marked some I help the Heraulds when I 'm brisk about 'um Blazing their Arms but better be without 'um Yet it were ill all were alike for lo Parcite paucorum Diffundere crimen you know But since I in my Arithmetick move My Pen must more upon the point improve I search in Secrets which unlookt on lye Impeaching persons that aspire too high I speak of Pride the only evil even Why Angels were so hurl'd out of Heaven Envy I own the justest ill of all It kills it self to cause its father fall Of Straits and Trenches whom some call contriver The Chronicle that Doctrine doth deliver I talk of Traytors and I touch the Treason But Solomon for things assigns a season And I forbear allowing you to look Where you shall see abundance in the Book Only I bring albeit I be forbid The thing in sight the Lacedaemons did But I 'm afraid my Muse may be abhorr'd Or call'd a Fool for what she doth afford Affecting to be found a Fool in Verse Rather than call me Knave upon my Hearse Of Government I grant I give a touch But meddle not with Governours too much Because St. Paul bids us that block forbear And I must also seem so godly here Lift Hands and Eyes and bid the poor go pray But of such things see what St. James doth say And I do tell some tokens time and place How that the Romans rul'd in such a Case And they did rule and over-rule indeed In all Dominions through the World we read I scan the cause Great Britain bore abuse How Ireland felt the effect who will refuse I point at persons whom I fear foment Make Memorandums how we may prevent I could speak plain but should I so appear Though now I 'm safe it puts me in a fear Whenever my big Book shall be seen abroad I find such Friends as good Sir Edmund God But of the Romans what I said before Is true and I can add too on the score When Government to any one was given All old adherents that same day were driven Hence at great distance as was done of late At our Vice-gerents general debate Which of the two would touch us to the quick The Covenanter or Roman Catholick What was concluded must not with my will Come here but hazards in my Chronicle But Royal Sir by what is here I hope Your Majesty may soon conceive the scope 〈◊〉 this Complaint and that it clearly comes 〈◊〉 those before the Battel beating Drums 〈◊〉 bid alarms albe't I be the man ●hat fetches fewel and the fire do fan 〈◊〉 warm my self Sir yet a King doth know When Coals are cover'd one blast of Wind may blow ●eing as 't were the Watch-word to awaken ●ecure men sleeping thousands nigh forsaken ●orgive me then most Sacred Sir to show Without offence things that I cannot know ●learly concluded because I 'm none of them ●●ployed in private for to play the game 〈◊〉 lookers on though seeming in a Trance 〈◊〉 see as much as those that play perchance ●specially a person not imploy'd When Tempests threaten lest he be destroy'd ●ooks to himself and sees whereat they aim ●nd then in Conscience must the Cause proclaim 〈◊〉 Sentinel Perdu to defend the shot 〈◊〉 such as sleep but never get one Groat ●he Chronicle of all these Plots complain 〈◊〉 Prose and Verse But and every word in vain 〈◊〉 have not had no not in thirty years ●ore than Good morrow as it plain appears 〈◊〉 all that 's said serv'd suffer'd sure I think 〈◊〉 I lay sick they 'd give me Gall to drink ●ut though such things to our Creator cry ●he present issue 's in your Majesty 〈◊〉 pain to ponder and comparing it ●ive what my Soveraign finds for present fit ●nd for the future from such Sacred Throne 〈◊〉 end the Ark appoint a Pension ●hould it be small nine hundred sheets now nigh 〈◊〉 put to press whenever th' Author dye 〈◊〉 I am pleas'd this instant hour to Print ●he Piece wherein though here I only hint I publish all I cannot Cheaters cherish Fight for it too and if I perish perish The Chronicle consisting as I say Of bulk so

though he is call'd a King ●aid Pismire sure I thank thee for the thing ●or had he not been by the Pismire prickt ●he Hearts blood of the Lyon had been lickt ●ut better causes might make Christians calm 〈◊〉 are at length set down in David's Psalm ●nless they be such as Vlysses left ●ubject to Circe with her Witches craft Whom Circe turn'd to Tygers Swine and Dogs ●nd ever after lov'd to live like Hogs ●ray quarrel not now nor call me a Knave Which if I can with other things receive ●ut this Apologue you 'll apply it best Into your selves 't is time to me to rest ●owe're take notice what the Lyon said When by the Warning he his freedom had ●uos perdere vult Jupiter such he infatuates wholly ●uos tueri vult suscitat and them defends as fully The Moral then if men might not mistake Well understood this use may of it make Look to your selves as Lyons lying sleeps Make me the Pismire that in private peeps And sees the snare as in my Monarchs mite I set it out boasting before I bite Look then about you Lyons lye in peril First thank the Pismire then conceal the quarrel And since I do apply the point so plain I hope my pratlings prove not words in vain Praxiteles and Apelles with their Skill One with his Carving the other with his Quill Could never paint your Pictures so perfit In Colours as I do in black and white This Abstract only owns you as a Glass The big Book brings you in a better dress Upon this Epitome of the Chronicle This my Abstract looks just as Janus did Two ways albeit my big Book doth forbid Such double dealing clearly doth discover Each person plainly these three Kingdoms over And of the King thinks it not much amiss Unto his Councils clearly to tell this That neither Envy Pride nor Power take place As Rehoboam's Counsellours in the case Who were Beardless Boys but prove as you appear To put good Counsel in your Soveraigns Ear And so as Wife and Valiant Captains keep Your King secure your selves in safety sleep All which the big Book brings abroad indeed Though this conveys you with a shorter thred Pro Aris Focis NOw since my Muse my mind confines Read only these ensuing Lines ●or ne'rtheless my weeping Verse 〈◊〉 may be you may hear me rehearse That of the Courser and the Ass 〈◊〉 Aesop you know how it was To put such Latin Lines in Rhime Turns to no Treason at this time Then therefore take it as ye get it ●or nolens volens I 'll repeat it 〈◊〉 learned lines and skilful Scots ●ook-bred up Boys may borrow notes 〈◊〉 cannot miss in metre mix it ●ene qui latuit bene vixit 〈◊〉 love to lurk well live well too ●oth Dives do so what say you My Lines are like my self I 'm sure ●oth bad and both become obscure And yet though both come by the by So many make Tautology Though since again I must make bold To bring in both to make you scold For both these Lines whereon you look Are both the best that 's in my Book You have more learning too than I Read them and tell me if I lye Contemnentur ab iis quos ipse Prius contempsere with a whipse Et irridentur ab iis quos ipse Prius irrisere juggling Gypsie Englished Thou shalt be laugh'd at and forlorn By those thou first didst scoff and scorn But now I should go seek a Surgeon These Lines so cruelly do scourge-on And yet your self my Judge shall be Many men merit as much of me And when my big Book goes abroad Too late to come to kiss the Rod. Mean time If Wealth doth vanish Which Pride doth banish Grieve never-ever then thereat Irus est subito qui modo Croesus erat As Irus he is poor to day Who did with Croesus Coffers play Nequa quem Si fortune me tormente Esperance me contente If Scotch and English will not do Take Latin and Italian too If four will neither do nor drive I 'll furnish French to make them five But lest by Lines I lay on loads And puzzle you by Repeating I 'll only tell of two feign'd Gods Charm'd one another by Cheating Thus. When Jupiter for Juno's sake Fell in a furious Shower Low in her Lap and nigh a Lake The only way to wooe her Even when he in his Courage came On full account to Court her Though he ran rudely like a Ram He vow'd he would not hurt her 〈◊〉 only tell some merry tales No less than half a score ●ffirming whatsoever fails He would have one word more ●hen Juno though she lov'd the jest Call'd Jupiter a Jew ●urning her T to him in hast She said Great Sir adieu ●nd so say I for should my Muse Make Rhimes as I make room ●hen we should have enough of News Until the Day of Doom Epistle Dedicatory Epistles come first but this being Curst comes last TO all I aim at one and other To Learned Bards being born a Brother 1. At Juggling Jesters enter I The subject of my Theam And if I cannot such descry Let me then be by them 2. Thousands of such are summon'd in And in effect found faulty ●ejected so dare not begin To plead one grain Not Guilty 3. Of all the ills whereat my Pen Doth point and I believe Amongst such multitudes of men Some prove superlative 4. In Envy Avarice and even That sin that shut the Gates Against the Angels once in Heaven Destroying all Estates 5. Pride which my Pen cannot express And malice with it mixt Drown'd in the depth by drunkenness With Sodoms sins annext 6. Base Pride that doth the Flock infect For those that over-look The Sheep do not the sore dissect They want the Scriptures Crook 7. For when the Shepherds self is so Puft up with Pride the people Must perish haughty * Herds 〈◊〉 Herds you know Do scorn to keep the Cripple 8. Such cursed faults confounding all Of high and low degree That when they come to me the names to call My self scapes not Scot-free 9. For Pride surpassing in a man Especially a Preacher Whose Tongue was train'd not to trepan By being like a Lecher 10. And still to Paraphrase on Pride The Pulpit most polluting On such when simple Flocks confide The success must be suiting 11. But I 'm inform'd you fret that I Preach in so poor a Pulpit When I with Patience must comply Because I cannot help it 12. And yet although you see me from Employment so suspended I doubt not but the day shall come Perchance King Charles may mend it 13. However I 'll now employ my powers To weigh your woes with mine And every eight and forty hours One with the other Dine 14. But that you have too deep a Dish For me to dip into Though always wallowing in your wish May you indeed undo 15. I know the Act you 'r angry at My Mote lyes