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Ben: Ionson's execration against Vulcan· VVith divers epigrams by the same author to severall noble personages in this kingdome. Never published before.; Execration against Vulcan
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Jonson, Ben, 1573?-1637.; Vaughan, Robert, engraver.
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same that thou art promis'd but be slow And long in changing let our Nephews see Thee quickly come the gardens eye to be And still to stand so Haste now envious Moone And interpose thy selfe care not how soone And threat the great Eclips two houres but runne Sol will reshine if not Charles hath a Sonne Non Displicuisse meretur Festinat Caesar qui placuisse tibi B. Ionson Another on the Birth of the Prince ANother Phoenix though the first is dead A second 's flowne from his immortall bed To make this our Arabia to be The nest of an eternall progeny Choise Nature fram'd the former but to finde What error might be mended in Man-kinde Like some industrious workman which affect Their first endeavours onely to correct So this the building that the modell was The type of all that now is come to passe That but the shadow this the substance is All that was but the prophesie of this And when it did this after birth fore-runne 'T was but the morning starre unto this Sunne The dawning of this day when Sol did think We having such a light that he might wink And we ne're misse his lustre nay so soone As Charles was borne he and the pale-fac'd Moon With envy then did copulate to try If such a Birth might be produc'd i' th sky What Heavenly favour made a starre appeare To bid wise Kings to doe their homage here And prove him truely Christian long remain On Earth sweet Prince that when great Charles shal reign In Heaven above our little Charles may be As great on Earth because as good as he B. Ionson A Paralell of the Prince to the King SO Peleus when he faire Thetis got As thou thy Sea-Queene so to him she brought A blessed Babe as thine hath done to thee His worthiest prov'd of those times ours may be Of these his had a Pallas for his guide Thy wisedome will as well for ours provide His Conquered Countries Cities Castles Towers A worthy foe hereafter so may ours His all his time but once Patroclus findes But this of ours a world of faithfull friends He 's vulnerable in no place but one And this of ours we hope be hurt of none His had his Phoenix ours no teacher needs But the example of thy Life and Deeds His Nestor knew in Armes his fellow was But not in yeares too soone runne out his Glasse Ours though not Nestor knew we trust shall bee As wise in Armes as old in yeares as hee His after Death had Homer his reviver And ours may better merit to live ever By Deeds farre-passing but oh sad dispaire No hope of Homer his wit left no heire B. Jonson An Elegy on the Lady Jane Paulet Marchionesse of Winchester VVhat goodly Ghost besprint with Aprill dew Halls me so solemnly to yonder Yeugh And beckoning wooes me from the fatall tree To plucke a Garland for her selfe or me I doe obey you beauty for in death You seeme a faire one O that I had breath To give your shade a name stay stay I feele A horror in me all my blood is steele Stiffe stark my ioynts 'gainst one another knock Whose daughter ha great Savage of the Rock He 's good as great I am almost a stone And ere I can aske more of her she 's gone Alas I am all Marble write the rest Thou wouldst have written fame upon my breast It is a large faire Table and a true And the disposure will be somewhat new When I who would her Poet have become At least may beare th' inscription to her Tombe She was the Lady Iane and Marchionesse Of Winchester the Heralds can tell this Earle Rivers grand-child serve not titles Fame Sound thou her vertues give her soule a name Had I a thousand mouths as many tongues And voyce to raise them from my brasen Lungs I durst not aime at the Dotes thereof were such No Nation can expresse how much Their Charact was I or my trump must breake But rather I should I of that part speake It is too neare of kin to God the soule To be describ'd Fames fingers are too foule To touch those misteries we may admire The heate and splendor but not handle fire What she did by great example well T' inlive posterity her fame may tell And calling truth to witnesse make it good From the inherint graces in her blood Else who doth prayle a person by a new But a feign'd way doth spoyle it of the true Her sweetnesse softnesse her faire courtesie Her wary guards her wise simplicity Were like a ring of vertues 'bout her set And Piety the center where all met A reverend state she had an awfull eye A darling yet inviting Maiesty VVhat Nature Fortune Institution Fact Could heape to a perfection was her act How did she leave the world with what contempt Iust as she in it liv'd and so exempt From all affection when they urg'd the Cure Of her disease how did her soule assure Her sufferings as the Body had bin away And to the torturers her Doctors say Sticke on your Cupping-glasses feare not put Your hottest Causticks to burne lance or cut T is but a body which you can torment And I into the world with my soule was sent Then comforted her Lord and blest her sonne Chear'd her faire sisters in her race to runne VVhich gladnesse temper'd her sad parents teares Made her friends ioyes to get above their feares And in her last act taught the standers by With admiration and applause to dye Let Angels sing her glories who did call Her spirit home to her originall That saw the way was made it and were sent To carry and conduct the complement 'Twixt death and life where her mortality Became her birth-day to eternity And now through circumfused lights she lookes On Natures secrets there as her owne bookes Speakes heavens language and discourses free To every Order every Hierarchy Beholds her Maker and in him doth see VVhat the beginning of all beauties be And all beatitudes that thence doth flow VVhich the Elect of God are sure to know Goe now her happy parents and be sad If yee not understand what child you had If you dare quarrell heaven and repent To have paid againe a blessing was but lent And trusted so as it deposited lay At pleasure to be cald for every day If you can envy your owne daughters blisse And wish her state lesse happy than it is If you can cast about your either eye And see all dead here or about to dye The Stars that are the iewells of the night The day deceasing with the Prince of light The Sun Great Kings mightiest kingdoms fal VVhole nations nay man-kind the world all That ever had beginning to have end VVith what iniustice can one soule pretend T' escape this common knowne necessity VVhen we were all borne we beganne to dye And but for that brave contention and strife The Christian hath t' enioy a future life
Ben Ionson's Execration against VVLCAN VVith divers Epigrams by the same Author to severall Noble Personages in this Kingdome Never Published before LONDON Printed by I. O. for Iohn Benson and are to be sold at his shop at St. Dunstans Church-yard in Fleet-streete 1640. To the Right Honourable THOMAS Lord WINDSOR c. My LORD THE assurance the Author of these Poems received of his Worth from your Honour in his life time was not rather a marke of his desert than a perfect demonstration of your Noble love to him Which consideration has rais'd my bold desire to assume presumption to present these to your Honour in the person of one deceased the forme whereof somewhat disperst yet carry with them the Prerogative of truth to be Mr. Ben Ionsons and will so appeare to all whose Eyes and Spirits are rightly plac'd You are my Lord a Person who is able to give value and true esteeme to things of themselves no lesse deserving such were his strong and as farre transcendent ordinary imagination as they are conformable to the sence of such who are of sound judgement his Strenuous Lines and sinewey Labours have rais'd such Piramydes to his lasting name as shall out-last Time And that these may without any diminution to the glory of his greater Workes enjoy the possession of publicke favour by your Honours permission I shall be glad by this small Testimony account it a fit opportunity to assure your Honour my Lord that I am Your most humble and affectionate Servant JOHN BENSON Imprimatur Matth. Clay Decemb. 14. 1639. Ben Ionson's Execration against Vulcan ANd why to me this thou lame god of fire What have I done that mght cal on thine ire Or urge thy greedy flames thus to devoure So many my yeares labours in one houre I ne're attempted ought against thy life Nor made lesse line of Love to thy loose wife Or in remembrance of thy affront and scorne With clowns tradesmen kept thee close in horn 'T was Iupiter that hurld thee head-long downe And Mars that gave thee a Lanthorne for a Crowne Was it because thou wert of old deny'd By Iove to have Minerva for thy Bride That since thou tak'st all envious care and paine To ruine every issue of her Braine Had I wrot Treason there or Heresie Impostures Witchcraft Charmes or Blasphemy I had deserv'd then thy consuming lookes Perhaps to have beene burned with my books But on thy Malice tell mee didst thou spye Any least loose or scurrill paper lye Conceal'd or kept there that was fit to be By thy owne vote a Sacrifice to thee Did I there wound the honour of the Crowne Or taxe the glory of the Church or Gowne Itch to defame the state or brand the Times And my selfe most in leaud selfe-boasting Rimes If none of these why then this fire or find A cause before or leave me one behind Had I compil'd from Amadis de Gaule Th' Esplandians Arthurs Palmerins and all The learned Library of Don Quixot And so some goodlier Monster had begot Or spunne out Riddles or weav'd fifty Tomes Of Logogriphes or curious Pallindromes Or pump'd for those hard trifles Anagrams Or Ecrosticks or your finer flames Of Egges and Halberds Cradles and a Herse A paire of sizers and a Combe in verse Acrosticks and Tellesticks or iumpe names Thou then hadst had some colour for thy flames On such my serious follies But thou'lt say There were some pieces of as base a Lay And as false stampe there parcells of a play Fitter to see the fire-light than the day Adulterate Monyes such as would not goe Thou shouldst have staid till publick fame said so She is the Iudge thou Executioner Or if thou needs will trench upon her power Thou mightst have yet enioy'd thy cruelty With some more thirst and more variety Thou mightst have had me perish piece by piece To light Tobacco or save roasted Geese Singe Capon or crispe Pigge dropping their eyes Condemn'd them to the Ovens with the Pies And so have kept me dying a whole age Not ravish'd all hence in a minuits rage But that 's the mark whereof thy right doth boast To sow Consumption every where thou go'st Had I fore-knowne of this thy least desire T' have held a triumph or a feast of fire Especially in paper that that steame Had tickled thy large Nostrills many a Reame To redeeme mine I had sent in enough Thou shouldst have cried all bin proper stuffe The Talmond and the Alcaron had come With pieces of the Legend the whole summe Of Errant Knight-hood with their Dames Dwarffs The charmed Boats and their inchanted Wharfes The Tristeams Lancelots Turpins and the Peeres All the mad Rowlands and sweet Olivers VVith Merlins Marvailes and his Caballs Losse VVith the Chimera of the Rosie Crosse Their Charmes their Characters Hermetticke Rings Their Iems of Riches and bright stone that brings Invisibility and Strength and Tongues The art of kindling the true Cole by Lungs VVith Nicholas Pasquills meddle with your match And the strong Lines that doe the times so catch On Captaine Pamphlets Horse and Foot that salley Vpon the Exchange still out of Popes head Alley The weekly Currants with Pauls Seale and all The admir'd Discourses of the Prophet Baal These hadst thou pleas'd either to dine or sup Had made a meate for Vulcan to lick up But in my Deske what was there to excite So ravenous and vast an appetite I dare not say a Body but some parts There were of search and mistery in the Arts And the old Venusine in Poetry And lighted by the Staggerite could spy Was there made English with a Grammer too To teach some that their Nurses could not doe The purity of Language and among The rest my iourney into Scotland Sung With all the adventures three Books not afraid To speake the Fate of the Sycilian Maid For our owne Ladies And in story there Of our fift Henry eight of his nine yeare In which was Oyle besides the succours spent Which Noble Cotton Carew Selden sent And twice twelve years Stor'd-up-Humanity And humble gleanings in Divinity After the Fathers and those wiser guides Whom Faction had not drawne to study sides How in these ruines Vulcan dost thou lurke All Soot and Embers odious as thy worke I now beginne to doubt if ever grace Or goddesse could be patient at thy face Thou woe Minerva or to wit aspire 'Cause thou canst halt with us in Art and Fire Sonne of the Winde for so thy Mother gone With Lust conceiv'd thee Father thou hadst none When thou wert born that thou lookst at best She durst not kisse but flung thee from her breast And so did Iove when neare meant thee his cup No mar'le the Clowns of Lemnos took thee up For none but Smiths would have made thee a god Some Alchimist there may be yet or odde Squire of the Squibs against the Pageant day May to thy Name a Vulcanale say And for it lose his