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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A54765	Maronides, or, Virgil travestie being a new paraphrase upon the fifth book of Virgils Æneids in burlesque verse / by John Phillips, Gent., the author of the Satyr against hypocrites.	Phillips, John, 1631-1706.	1672 (1672)	Wing P2090; ESTC R30101	34,539	131

MARONIDES OR Virgil Travestie Being a new PARAPHRASE Upon the Fifth Book of Virgils AEneids in Burlesque Verse By Iohn Phillips Gent. the Author of the Satyr against Hypocrites LONDON Printed for Nathanael Brooks at the Angel in Cornhil 1672. TO My Honoured Friend GEORGE VVHARTON Esq Treasurer and Pay-master of his Majesties Office of the Ord'nance in the TOWER Sir THere is no man that puts Pen to Paper but has so much kindness for the offspring of his own fancy as to think it may deserve some Charity though it be but a Blew-coat entertainment If men cavil at the subject as perhaps some Paedagogues may for affronting their Classic Author t is no more then if they should see Virgil himself now playing at the serious game of Irish and by and by turning the Tables and trifling away a little time at the idle sport of Draughts I know it is a rudeness to interrupt the serious studies of any person but for the same person to take his own pastime is no ill manners to himself though as to what relates to my defence perhaps I may aver that he who reads the following pages may find so much of the 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 intermix'd as wilperadventure turn ' emmore into a serious Satyr then a jocular story Let others think what they please if these extravagant howers of mine shall have the happiness to gain your approhation t is ' what I expect The chief reason why I make this address to your self being because I am fully perswaded that he who has been so true a judge of Loyalty can be no less a judge of Ingenuity So I Remain Your Humble Servant I. Phillips Maronides OR Virgil Travesty LIB V. WHile Dido in a Bed of Fire A new-found way to cool desire Lay wrapt in smoke half Cole half Dido Too late repenting Crime Libido Monsieur AEneas went his ways For which I con him little praise To leave a Lady not i th' mire But which was worser in the fire He Neuter-like had no great aim To kindle or put out the flame Both City dames and Croyden-Gillians For ten mile round were also fine At place prepar'd ere clock strook nine Young men and maids Old men and babes Lady's in Coaches durty drabs In wooden-heel shoos and shoostrings blew With headlong hast came all to view The fare renowned Trojan blades And eke their solemn Masquerades AEneas brought the prizes forth Which were to be rewards of worth A very noble Porridg-Pot Two doublets very finely wrought The one half silk the other Canvas Two Flagellets a Treble and base An Engin which if I don't err Great Artists call a Nut-Cracker Trenchers two dozen I don't dally The which AEneas in a Sally Plunder'd from Tent of Agamemnon There was no reason to contemn'um Though they were brown yet they were good And purchaz'd with the price of blood One of old Priams greasie Hats An instrument to murder Cats The work of famous Aristander Mathematician and Commander Who fifty ways could Rats destroy And wrot thereof a Book in Troy A Peuter Bowl enamel'd rare Two Slippers two and not a pair For one was mighty Hectors own The other Iason wore alone The one was blew the other green Embroider'd both with Gold I ween A Gittern whereon Helen playd When very young I mean a maid With many other Rarities To please the most ambitious eyes The which AEneas liberal Expos'd to view upon a Stall AEneas first beat up his Drum Then taking Trumpet with his Thumb He sounds a Levet Tan tan ta ra He blew with such a Si sa ra ra Until he got the Piles behind Behold the mighty force of Wind And then for silence making sign With Eloquence the most divine Quo he let us begin by Sea And with our Ships commence the Play The Vanquisher that shall command Shall be rewarded out of hand With such a prize as he shall say And for a truth affirm it may When he came out of Mothers placket That he was wrapt in Mothers smicket Menestheus and there hangs a tale Chose the good Ship yclepd the Whale Who when he came to Italy First founded Memmion Progeny To whose geeat deeds if y' are not privy In English read or Latine Livy Gias a young man well descended The next place strove to be commended For he was strong and very Chuffish And a great diver was for Craw-fish Sergestus was the third brave blade Who when he came to Rome first made The house of Sergius far renown'd Thence Galba came an Emperor crown'd Now this Sergestus shav'd his head For why because his hair was red But for the Ship he ruled o're 'T was call'd they say the good Centore He playd all Games at dice all weathers And Fowl devoured in their feathers For knowledge was not then prepar'd To turn-pike up their skins with Lard Cloantus was the next brave Lad In Drawers made of Canvas cladd His good Ship was the Scylla nam'd Himself for little else was fam'd Only from him and from his Dame They say Seignor Cluentus came These only were the Gallant Boyes That strove to win AEneas toyes Not far i th' Sea there stood a Rock Your brains out sooner you might knock Then move it yet because it stood So near the Shoare they held it good To make this Rock Contenders mark He that first touch't it was a spark AEneas full of wit and wile Thought good to throw up cross or pile T' avoid contention and more strife Then he intended to be brief The Galleys having took their place The brave Commanders each with face Like Lyons bold stood on the Poop In one hand Brandy t'other Rope Quo they unto their Gally Slaves As every one himself behaves Here 's this or this take which you please But this I think 's most for your ease I can assure you 't is for mine Then leaving Rope take Brandy wine That is like Devils row not men So I and you shall honour gain With that a generous heat invaded Their braunie Arms with Oyl bedaubed And if their hearts went pit a pat T was only fearing they knew what With speeches thus and courage spur'd They wanted nothing but the word The signal given to 't they go With Head above and Tayl below All at one time they make a start T' ha seen it would have joy'd your heart I' th name of ill luck see the slaves How they do cut and slash the waves How they do sweat the more fools they They need no Ushers to make way In vain the Ocean yells and roars You 'd think'm rather Wings than Oars And for the Ships not many words You 'd swear they were no Ships but birds Have you er'e seen on Wilton Plain Of gallant Coursers three or twain How nimbly forward each one pricks While their thin sides the Rider licks So through the Sea the straining Galleys Are forc'd for their Commanders follies See how the oyl of