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A84621	Naps upon Parnassus. A sleepy muse nipt and pincht, though not awakened such voluntary and jovial copies of verses, as were lately receiv'd from some of the wits of the universities, in a frolick, dedicated to Gondibert's mistress by Captain Jones and others. Whereunto is added from demonstration of the authors prosaick excellency's, his epistle to one of the universities, with the answer; together with two satyrical characters of his own, of a temporizer, and an antiquary, with marginal notes by a friend to the reader. Vide Jones his legend, drink sack and gunpowder, and so fall to't.	Flatman, Thomas, 1637-1688.	1658 (1658)	Wing F1140; Thomason E1849_1; ESTC R202004	43,151	115

Gods when they came from above To live with men did chuse a Grove A place in its own native darkness wrapt Where they the sight of vulgar eyes escap't The holiest place was wondred at not seen The Priest himself might onely enter in God to prophaner eyes denied the view Lest they contemned what they knew Poets should have Elijah's mantles till the day They go to heaven and then cast them away The Suns bright beams unless they look behinde A cloud there wondring lookers on do blind None that Divine or Angels hand Which with a sudden trembling did affright The Babilonesh Kings delight Unless interpreted could understand Should you religion shew to common eyes You from adoring teach them to despise The Temple had its vail which checkt the light Of Divine Mysteries from Prophaner sight The Turkish mosques are darkned by their law To strike Beholders with Majestick awe Curtains fit those that on Parnassus Dream Or near the Bublings of the sacred stream Poets a' nt pictured in transparent lawn But in a mantle cast about them drawn They that are crown'd with laurel boughs The leaves give shaddow to their Brows The true Poetick fire should have its smoak Which might or blinde or choak Those that approach too near the sun Can Draw up mists from Helicon Light things or top of waters are first spied Those of more w●●●t down to the bottom slide We take to get most precious things more pains The best things are least obvious and plain The eye which in it self 's all light In various coats is wrapt up from our sight The choicest Fruits which nature liketh best From injury in divers shells are drest The purest Earth which least of mixture tast's Lies far removed near the center plac't Best things may be obscure thus was the Cloud On th' one side light on th' other in a shrowd Thus the North and Southern Pole On which celestial Bodies rowl Which all the Earth doth come between Are never both together seen But if One gives the Saylours light The Other is hid from their sight Thus mountains in the unthrift moon Without the help of glasses can't be shewn Thou Hieroglyphick Poet whose deep wit Cannot be known without expounding it The Turks as many Commentatours throw 'd As might at once two hundred Camels load Into the waves should all those thee expound They 'de leave thee just as deep as first they found The expositions on thy Mysteries To such a numerous off-spring shall arise As will put down the ignorant Rout Of those that blindely doat about Aquinas Sums and Lombard's cobweb stuffe Yet swear at last they han't explain'd enough Persius may hang himself for now he ha's lost The Darkness which he onely once ingrost That clowdy Poet if compared to thee By A B C Boyes understood may be The Devil had Barbarus thy Verses seen But by some Aenygmatick notion took From the great abysse of thy Book Or some deep Fancies in thy Brain that swim I le lay my life on 't they 'de have orappled him Poets as Aeolus the windes in caves By loading words in Fetters make them slaves You yours in an eternal Dungeon keep Darker far then that of Ink Onely it wants the stink Through which not one small Beam of light can creep Fetch me Augustus eyes or Tamerlane's Whose sight could give intelligence to their Brains In thickest Darkness or his that could spie The enemies Fleet in Carthage Road to lie Three hundred Leagues off and it may be they In this thy profound night will finde some day They that from new made Characters can finde And pick at last the mystick minde Of him that made them would be more put to 't To search the meaning of thy fancy out Should we attempt to hunt thy wit As men do Hares by th' impress of it 's feet Be sure we never should it take It doth so many subtle windings make Thy Book 's a Labyrinth which doth infold It self in many turnings that do flie The curious Diligence of the Readers eye And yet it doth no Monsters hold Like those that writ in wax thy wit Is closed and sealed as soon as writ I 've sometimes seen those that do bathe Themselves in our Suns waters first to swathe Their Bodies in some shrowds for fear Lest any misbecoming nakedness appear So thou when dipt in Helicon comest out Hid and clouded from the vulgar rout Yet thou by hiding of thy light Compliest with the weakness of our sight For shouldst thou to our mortal eyes With all thy Beams and luster on arise Th' exceeding brightness of that day Would make us blinde and grope our way Go forth great spirit let me see What the next age will think of thee Dazle the world shew that their sight Is not so piercing as it might Make Antiquaries work in the next age T' unty the Gordian knots of every page Let them admire the Ocean of thy wit Whilst all their leaden heads can't fathom it Till the Phenix of the world Into its funeral flame is hurl'd To comprehend thy depth let none aspire Till all our Bodley's there shall burn And th' ashes be closed in one urn Till thy Book is enlightened by that fire T. S. W. C. F. Oxon. The Epistle Dedicatory made by the Authour upon some dislike and presented to his now adopted Mother the University of Cambridge Dearest Dam I Could now with sorrow wish that I had hang'd on the tawny Vdders of your Charity instead of your Sister Oxfords that I might from thence have sucked the silver Milk of Education with the now leaden Lips of my Apprehension However since it cannot now be that I should re-initiate my self yet be it not presumption in me to present you the first Ears of that Corn which I could be glad were of some standing in your Fields though I had hazzarded the ploughing and harrowing of my Posteriors for it And indeed I must tell you that as for the Poems I here give you for ought I know you need not reject them I am sure they are good and yet thus ever Envy sneaks after Vertue 's heels I have overheard them undervalued yet such is my patience that I can with much facility slight unmeritted aspersions onely desirous that they who will not commend them would come and mend them I am not ignorant also that some shallow ditch-brain'd fellows scruple much at my Ocean-like profundity little knowing what Lamprils of Wit and Grigs of Fancy are oftentimes inveloped in the mud of obscure Sentences Grigs which scorn to bite at any hook but what is baited with the Vermilion Worm of a most perspicacious and inquisitive Brain Mother I hope it will be no incest to rely upon you in hopes to beget a gallant come-off with my Poetry if that design fail I fear me my Poetick vein will look blew and come off so too A little of your Candour like a Beggars body-louse will go a great way Dear Mother

Tuoi Ma Quant ' al Tuo Tacer che non m'annoi Alexandro Amidei Fiorentino Drollery Upon the most Illustrious though most Obscure Dark Black Misty Cloudy Poems of the Authour Or the Aquila in Nubibus EVery * thing would live Cuckows and Owles Would fly abroad as well as other Fowles And sometimes whoop and screetch and tear their throats With their dire voice and think them Angels notes * Rise then take wing fledg'd Poet let men know If these Birds shew their heads much more mayest Thou I cannot praise Thy Works not worth a fart What shall I speak what shall I say Thou art Such Metaphysicks Thou writ'st as transcends Our low if not thine own Intelligence Yet as they say the greater Prophets when Fully wrapt up with Revelations then Spake things they understood not and yet are Canonicall Thou art still good and rare Give me a Poet wrapt in a thick Cloud Thunder without Lightning one whose dark loud Voice disdains Flashes and 's enough to startle Our proudest Wits from Head even to the * Ankle Thou imitat'st the World whose first we read Was a spiss Chaos and untempered Thou whor'st Obscurity like Ixion Cling'st to a Cloud and gender'st thereupon A Race of Centaures such hard-headed Monsters As neither mine nor thy brain but misconsters A Scholars Gown should be Dark and Divines Put on black Caps even so do all Thy Rimes Black Bags help Beauty naked things show Wist And Phoebus shews twice bigger through a Mist The Sun we never gaze so much upon As when a black Eclipse is thrown thereon Keep then thy Sense The Earth doth onely show Her Common Stones * which many times do throw Us down she shows us trifling grass that 's brave The twinkling of an eye then findes a grave She hides her treasure and will sooner feel Her Bowels ripe then show her Gold and Steel The deepest Streams are dark and glide along With a smooth gentle motion while the throng Of shallow waters brooking no such stay Disclose their bottoms murmuring away In brief Thou art our Oracle dark and much Reserv'd but do not cease That should be Such Let others call for Sun-shine and Day-light Our Rest is from Thy Shadow and Thy Night But I have done onely I 'le tell the Readers One line of Thine hath more then all thy Leaders Ovid and Virgil Homer and the rest Who spake but seldom Wit and good at best Whose thrift of Brains was such they needs must know What and to whom how much nay when and how Thy Lines are liberal they have a Mine Of * lofty Metaphors else they 'r not Thine Thy Muse condense's Wit which others beat And rarifie out into many a sheet Thine's Gold in th' Ore others but in a Leaf In theirs we Glean from Thee each plucks a Sheaf Thou art no Ape of others never riflest Old thred-bare Poets for thou never triflest Homer's spew makes Thee drunk {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} Empties Thy Maw more then e're did Good Friday Thou scorn'st to imitate or read such helps May serve for squemish Brains and stupid Whelps Whose theeving hands yet not Mercuriall pick Here a line and there a word some one stick Or two out of a Neighbours Hedge and then Faggot them for next town and are fine men But 't is not so with Thee O mighty Stock Thy Head hews all out of its own great Block Vnletter'd Scholar that weav'st * all and some From Thy own fruitful Bowels and vast womb Poets are born so not made and Thou art Of Poets a Naturall and not by Art G. I. M. A. W. C. Oxon. Carmen Proverbiale Exclamatorium in laudem Authoris Pars prior O Decus Anglorum Vates famose tuorum Cujus pars nona facit Oxen-ford Helecona Saepe ego Te vidi fecisti me quoque ride re cum dixisti certe nil sed tacuisti At loqueris jam nunc rideo plus ego quam tunc Cùm videam Librum qui non sensit modò cribrum Et Carmen nigrum sed ingenium neque pigrum Non quòd ego sperno Librum quem abs lumine cerno Estque Liber clarus est Author undique rarus Haec ratio non est quià rideo my meaning 's * honest Carminis ô Fulchrum spernit tua Musa sepulchrum Naviget Aethiopas inter Tuus ô Bone linter Quisqueibi amat * c'lorem libri monstrabit amorem Tu bonus magnus candidus ut niger agnus Est pedibus fama tua fortior omni Dama O digne O docte O nigrior ipsâ nocte Omnibus ô Pastime O vates Sic exclamavit T. F. nuper N. C. Oxon. Soc. The second Part in the Authours Language Being a Verse Panegyrick in Praise of the Author's transcendently delicious Poeticall dainties inclos'd in the * Wicker-Basket of his Critique Poems SIR IN that small inch of time I stole to look On th' abstruse Depths of Your Mysterious Book Heav'ns bless mine eye-sight what strains did I see What Steropegeretick Poetry What Hieroglyphick words what Riddles all In Letters more then Cabalisticall Perhaps our fingers may Your Verses scan But all our Noddles understand them can No more then read that Dung-fork't Pot-hook's Hand Which in Queens Colledge Library doth stand The cutting Hanger of your Wit I can't see For that same Scabberd that conceals yours Fancy Thus a black velvet Casket hides a Jewel And a dark Wood-house wholesome winter fuel Thus John Tredeskin starves our greedy eyes By boxing up his new found Rarities Thus were Philosophers content to be Renown'd and famous in Obscurity We fear Actaeons horns dare not look on When you do * scowr your skin in Helicon We cannot Lynceus-like see through the wall Of your strong mortred Poems nor can all The small shot of our Brains make one hole in The Bulwark of your Book that Fort to win Open your meanings Door ô do not lock it Undoe the Buttons of your smaller Pocket And charitably spend those Angels there Let them enrich and actuate our Sphere Take off our Bongraces and shine upon us Though your resplendent Beams should chance to O were your verses stol'n that so we might tan us Hope in good time to see them come to light But felt I not a strange Poetick heat Glowing therein which reading makes me sweat Vulcan should take 'um and I 'de not exempt 'um Because they be things Quibus lumen ademptum I thought to have commended something there But all exceeds my commendations far I hope some Wit when he your honour hears Will praise your Mothers Eyes Turpentine tears For my part I can but stand still and stare And cry O wondrous strange profound and rare Vast wits must fathom you better then thus You merit more then all they As for us The Beetles of our Rhymes shall drive full fast in The wedges of your worth to

verifie this unto me and let your Approbation accompany my Endeavours even as a venerable Budget doth a travailing Tinker and when at any time you shall have occasion to peruse this my little Book deny not your loving Son these two favours First to sit Cross-leggd while you read And secondly to tie up the Dog of your Censures with the halter of Discretion at the Dining-room door of your Affection Nor would I have you at all wonder that so many of my Friends are pleased to empty the Quivers of their Ingenuity against the Buts of my Poems to Descant on me and Paraphrase on my Text with their several harmless Glosses for we all know 't is the famous Don Quixot's highest honour to have Gayton's Festivous Notes written on Him Thus the surrounding Ivy infinitely commends its solitary Inhabitant whose Majestick Loneliness is abundantly pleas'd to see th' exuberant mirth which the merrily-dispos'd Birds create to themselves at the sight of his sullen gravity Let the Enammel of their praises and Encomiums who here honour me set off the Medal of my Muse and the Aggat handle of their Applause commend the keen Blade of my sharp-edg'd Verses Truly think the world what it list I think my self much indebted to them that have so nobly commended me in their Poetry before my Book And I scorn ever to be conscious of so great puselanimity as to refuse to persecute my subject to the uttermost where such gallant Captains have lead me the way Believe me I am in earnest and restless to rest Your Dutiful Son K. Q. The Answer to that Epistle which I sent runs thus My Dearest Adopted Biern THe noise and news of your Obscurity and Poetry the latter whereof you seconded with a Letter have extorted from me such proofs and reproofs as I do very seldome use to send any of my Sons and now something must precede before I can proceed I have lately somewhat over-much indulg'd my Canine Appetite and eaten somewhat that lies at my Stomach as heavy as a load of Lead the Crudities whereof have sent up such Vapours into my Head as if the Fenns had broken wind backward such Fumes that they make me foam like a Bedlame insomuch that I think my self now in the same pickle wherein the Poets tell us Madam Tellus was when Phaeton took Her for a Witch and set Fire about her ears Yet my Boy for thy sweet fake I le do as she did heave my self in the midst of my Collique fits nay and I will answer thine Epistle though there were no other Pen to be had then A Pestil And now Son for so you say you would gladly be let me give you good counsel I am serious In the whole series of your Letter I finde a great many Metaphors things which some count Absolute but I tell you they are Obsolete and do advise you by all means not to love them but to leave them I would have you take a Word and Twang it then listen how it sounds observe diligently its Reverberation mark its Eccho and if that chance to bring into your minde any other Consonant word apprehend it be sure in spite of all the repugnancy which a dissonant Vowel or two may make Take but this Course and you shall have all my Blessing and none of my Curse But now Son to particulars I wonder why you should call me Dam truly I thought Madam would have better befitted your mouth or rather Eve then ADAM Then agen I am certain you could not have found a word Odder then that same Udder think you that I can't {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} without being call'd A-Cow But 't is no great matter courage my Lad whatsoever discontents may arise or you can raise to your self are all to no purpose if you will but propose to your self the Fame you shall acquire by this your Book But I must have done I am at this instant in Post-haste Take my minde in a few words I applaud your Obscurity and commend your Darkness amongst the Light Whimsies of this Age I shall easily grant those your two reasonable Requests Your Friends I esteem very highly of Your self because you are a Foot-soldier to the Muses when you Die I le banish Musquets and Pistolls and I 'le Cannonize you with a thundring Volley of loud Elogiums so that astonisht Europe shall take notice how much I set by My dutiful Son K. Q. THE AUTHORS OWN Verse and Prose VVith Marginall Illustrations on his OBSCURITIES by a Friend to the Reader Semel in anno ridet Apollo Printed by the same Order Sic Incipit The Author 's humble Opinion concerning his Book THey 'r Dog-dayes now he that appears in Print To coin his words must first finde out a Mint I deal not by retail nor eke by stealth To make of this my Book * Wit's Commonwealth Then buy my Wit in cleanly words well drest Wit dearest bought is alway counted best Vpon one buried after He was Dead WIth Eye-bright water wash thy face Since Here there lies a Babe of Grace Why should * Hot waters scald thine eye The Darling of the Gods did dye Why weep you for him and lament Pluto long since hath * broke up Lent And feeds on flesh both day and night By a base carnall Appetite At * this soul's glory none can guess Who doth 〈…〉 in happiness 〈…〉 in this Dust bed 〈…〉 On another serv'd after the same cruel manner THe fates of late have made a Mint And 〈…〉 pale fac't Image in 't We 'r all their Tenants and must pay Our lives for Rent Souls are their prey Sickness is their Apostle sent For to possess their Tenement Death did abbreviate his life And bequeath'd Glory for his Wife Vpon one who died and never lived after it PUt on thy mourning Clothes my Muse come cry If thou canst weep for Him in sympathy Tears have their Tunes whose musick in sad cries Is warbled forth by watry Elegies Nature hath giv'n our Organs leave to play Loth to depart Loth to depart away But all in vain Death ha's long since compounded For * Clergy-Lay both Cavalier and Round-head A New-years Gift Sing this to the dismal Tune of the Lady and Blackamore NO Venus Gloves or Lady's * Lock I here present to thee I give a Damask Rose of Love Mine Heart keep it for me Hearts are best New-year's Gifts mongst friends In giving mine I 'le please Return me yours then so shall I From You receive * Heart's-ease On a Royall Person that disguis'd himself GIve * thanks my Muse let Bells the Changes Charles is made Secretary to the King My Faith is huddled up in sense I see ring A Revelation in this Mysterie Here 's sweet meats for all hungry * Eyes come feed First bless your food and then rehearse your Creed The clearest Vision in a drouzie Trance Wisdom inwrap't in dusky Ignorance A Coppy of a

NAPS UPON PARNASSUS A sleepy Muse nipt and pincht though not awakened Such Voluntary and Jovial Copies of Verses as were lately receiv'd from some of the WITS of the Universities in a Frolick dedicated to Gondibert's Mistress by Captain Jones and others Whereunto is added for Demonstration of the Authors prosaick Excellency's his Epistle to one of the Universities with the Answer together with two Satyrical Characters of his Own of a Temporizer and an Antiquary with Marginal Notes by a Friend to the Reader Vide Jones his Legend Drink Sack and Gunpowder and so fall to 't {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} Hom. Iliad α. Aliquando bonus dormitat Homerus London Printed by express Order from the WITS for N. Brook at the Angel in Cornhill 1658. An Advertisement to the READER Courteous Reader THough I willingly confess that a Title Page without the Authours Name prefixt in Capitall Letters shews like a Man in the Pillory without a Paper to specifie his Crime on his Forehead nevertheless thou art desired not to take is amiss that these present Poems are defective in that particular for there are divers and sundry motives which induced this imperfection As 1. their Modesty which commands them to stand Bare-headed that is without the Authours Name in respect and reverence to every Reader although they cannot be uncovered as I question not you will quickly finde 2. The Authours Ingenuity prompted Him to this Stratagem of concealing his Name to the end that one and the same gross Obscurity should equally triumph over his Name as Poems And now Reader if neither of these two Reasons will satisfie thee know in the third place that I indeed do not know neither can learn his Name I found these Poems in a dark blind Ale-house where the Authour had with a cup too much obnubulated his Muse and so forgot and left them behind To speak truly being unwilling to rob the world of so much Ingenuity I say like the desperate St. George redeem'd these Ethiopian Virgin-Poems out of the Jaws of that fell Dragon the furious gaping Oven which even when I had first bestridden thē threshold yawn'd for them Much adoe I had to recover Them out of the good Womans hands who left the bottoms of her Pies that baking in very great jeopardy for want of them yet at last I did get them as many as you see there are of them I am apt to believe there were more once but the injury of Fate ha's obliterated the rest As many as could be found hast thou here Reader carefully collected by the sedulity and expences of Thy loving Friend Adoniram Banstittle alias Tinderbox Dated May 30. 1658. from the Apollo in Fleetstreet Naps upon Parnassus Vpon the Infernal Shades of the Authors Poems or The hooded Hawk ROom room now for a lusty Poet That writes as high as any I knew yet What 's Homer but a spewing Dog Who writes a fight 'twixt Mouse and Frog Of stout Achilles and of Hector Which of them should be the Victor And yet forsooth This Fellow must With all his Iliads too be thrust Into a Nutshel A great knack Our Poet and 's Books into a Sack Can hardly crowded be and yet If you will look on 's Sense and Wit 'T is easie and I le make no bones To put them in two Cherry-stones 1 Then come along Boyes Valiant and strong Boyes For here 's a Poet I tell ye That Naps on Parnassus And ô Heavens bless us Takes Deep-sleeps too out of Helicon 2 Avaunt then poor Virgil Thou ne're drank'st a pure Gill Of Sack to refine thy sconce Thou stol'st all from Homer And rod'st on a low Mare Instead of Pegasus for th' nonce 3. Let Martial be hang'd For I le swear I 'le be bang'd If he makes me ought else but sleepy He 's onely at last For a brideling cast And his Wit lies at th' end of his Epigrams 4. Then for Ovid Why was not his Love hid In 's Book of Toyes call'd Amorum Indeed there he wrote madly But in 's Tristium sadly Our Poet 's th' Apollo virorum 5. And then Flaccus Horace He was but a sowr-ass And good for nothing but Lyricks There 's but One to be found In all English ground Writes as well who is hight Robert Herick 6. Our Author 's much better In every letter Then Robin and Horace Flaccus He is called Samuel Who ends well and began well And if we 'r not glad He can make us Come forth then great Poetique Imp Make not the Muses all to pimp Whilst thou with one of them do'st lie Making her ' crease and multiply Hoping that they too shall come after Thou mak'st the rest their teeth to water And hope the like sport that their Sister Enjoy'd by thee when e'rst thou kist her Thou 'rt right my friend and I 've been told Thou alwayes hadst a Muse in hold And like Cock Hen thou wouldst her tread * Making thy Verses still in Bed No wonder thou so ' obscure dost write Thou form'dst thy Verses all in th' Night Thou wer 't up with th' Lamb down with th' Lark And onely lov'st Dealing in the Dark I love thee for it Whip Sir Davy I now have done I marry have I. Incerti Authoris Vpon the Incomparable and Inimitable Author and his obscure Poems I 'm not o' th' race of Poets nor e're made A Verse without the help of Pump or Spade And yet so sweet is Fame and to be big Of Glory that rather then dye I 'le dig And labour for a Verse not You to praise Too great a task But mine own name to raise That my foul Beast may be kept in your Ark My Joan live with your Lady in the Dark Give me a prospect where a towring Hill Soar's higher then ever did the Eagles Quill On whose bald-pate still undisturbed sit Old Characters that Adam's Grandsire writ So high so wondrous high that th' light o' th' Sun N'ere top's it till the Day is neer half done And then a Cave so deep that who so dives To the' bottom e're he reach it spend nine lives Dark as Cimmerian Cells horrid with Rocks Wreath'd into one another like Els's-locks A lovely sight which more delight contains Then th' confus'd of the Plains All here are at a Gaze none pass it by Regardless it bids stand to every eye Here men go softly who as if they 'd fain Be rid on 't ride a gallop o're the Plain Such is thy Book In it we plainly see All the Dimensions of Poetry Prometheus-like sometimes thou do'st aspire And warm'st thy Mule at the Celestiall Fire And then thou usest which let none despise Kitchin Similitudes on thy Mother's * Eyes I know some Criticks say thou 'rt Hard enough But 't is a sign of Lasting to be tough I read a Verse of thine then make an halt For though I taste it not I 'm sure ther 's Salt And study for the meaning and

Lawyers and great Conveyancers both Ancient and Modern whereunto is added a Concordance from King Richard the 3. to this present 79. Themis Aurea The Laws of the Fraternity of the Rosie Cross in which the occult Secrets of their Philosophical Notions are brought to light written by Count Mayerus and now Englisht by T. H. 80. The Iron Rod put into the Lord Protectors hand a Prophetical Treatise 81. Medicina Magica tamen Physica Magical but Natural Physick containing the general Cures of Infirmities and Diseases belonging to the Bodies of Men as also to other animals and domestick Creatures by way of Transplantion with a Description of the most excellent Cordial out of Gold by Sam. Boulton of Salop. 82. J. Tradiscan's Rareties publisht by himself 83. The Proceedings of the High Court of Justice against the late King Charles with his Speech upon the Scaffold and other Proceedings Jan. 30. 1648. 84. The perfect Cook a right Method in the Art of Cookery whether for Pastry or all other manner of Al a Mode Kick-shaws with the most refined wayes of dressing of flesh fowl or making of the most poinant Sawces whether after the French or English manner together with fifty five wayes of dressing of Eggs by M. M. Admirable Vseful Treatises newly printed 85. The Expert Doctours Dispensatory the whole Art of Physick restored to practice the Apothecaries shop and Chyrurgeons Closet opened with a Survey as also a correction of most Dispensatories now extant with a Judicious Censure of their defects and a supply of what they are deficient in together with a learned account of the vertues and quantities and uses of Simples and Compounds with the Symptomes of Diseases as also prescriptions for their several cures by that renowned P. Morellus Physician to the King of France a work for the order usefulness and plainness of the Method not to be parallel'd by any Dispensatory in what Language soever 86. Cabinet of Jewels Mans Misery Gods Mercy Christs Treasury c. in eight Sermons with an Appendix of the nature of Tythes under the Gospel with the expediency of Marriage in publique Assemblies by J. Crag Minister of the Gospel 87. Natures Secrets or the admirable and wonderful History of the generation of Meteors describing the Temperatures of the Elements the heights magnitudes and influences of Stars the causes of Comets Earthquakes Deluges Epidemical Diseases and Prodigies of Precedent times with presages of the weather and descriptions of the weather-glass by T. Wilsford 88. The Mysteries of Love and Eloquence or the Arts of Wooing and Complementing as they are managed in the Spring Garden Hide Park the New Exchange and other eminent places A work in which are drawn to the life the Deportments of the most Accomplisht Persons the Mode of their Courtly Entertainments Treatment of their Ladies at Balls their accustomed Sports Drolls and Fancies the Witchcrafts of their perswasive Language in their Approaches or other more Secret Dispatches c. by E. P. 89. Helmont disguised or the vulgar errours of impercial and unskilful Practicers of Physick confuted more especially as they concern the Cures of Feavers the Stone the Plague and some other Diseases by way of Dialogue in which the chief rareties of Physick are admirably discoursed of by I. T. Books very lately Printed and in the Press now printing 1. THe Scales of Commerce and Trade by T. Wilsford 2. Geometry demonstrated by Lines and Numbers from thence Astronomy Cosmography and Navigation proved and delineated by the Doctrine of Plain and Spherical Triangles by T. Wilsford 3. The English Annals from the Invasion made by Julius Cesar to these times by T. Wilsford 4. The Fool transformed A Comedy 5. The History of Lewis the eleventh King of France a Trage-Comedy 6. The Chaste woman against her will a Comedy 7. The Tooth-drawer a Comedy 8. Honour in the end A Comedy 9. Tell Tale a Comedy 10. The History of Donquixiot or the Knight of the ill-favoured face a Comedy 11. The fair Spanish Captive a Trage-Comedy 12. Sir Kenelm Digby and other persons of Honour their rare and incomparable secrets of Physick Chyrurgery Cookery Preserving Conserving Candying distilling of Waters extraction of Oyls compounding of the costliest Perfumes with other admirable Inventions and select Experiments as they offered themselves to their Observations whether here or in forreign Countreys 13. The Soul's Cordial in two Treatises the first teaching how to be eased of the guilt of Sin the second discovering advantages by Christs Ascention by that faithful Labourer in the Lords Vineyard Mr. Christopher Love late Parson of Lawrence Jury the third Volume 14. Jacobs Seed the excellency of seeking God by Prayer by the late reverend Divine J. Burroughs 15. The Saints Tomb-stone or the Remains of the blessed A plain Narrative of some remarkable Passages in the holy Life and happy Death of Mistress Dorothy Shaw Wife of Mr. John Shaw Preacher of the Gospel at Kingston upon Hull collected by her dearest Friends especially for her sorrowful Husband and six Daughters consolation and invitation 16. The accomplisht Cook the mystery of the whole Art of Cookery revealed in a more easie and perfect method then hath been publisht in any Language expert and ready wayes for the dressing of flesh fowl and fish the raising of Pastes the best directions for all manner of Kick-shaws and the most poinant Sauces with the terms of Carving and Sewing the Bills of fare an exact account of all dishes for the season with other Al a mode curiosities together with the lively illustrations of such necessary figures as are referred to practice approved by the many years experience and careful industry of Robert May in the time of his attendance on several persons of honour 17. The exquisite Letters of Mr. Robert Loveday the late admired Translater of the Volumes of the famed Romance Cleopatra for the perpetuating his Memory Published by his dear Brother Mr. A. L. 18. The so long expected Work the New World of English Words or a general Dictionary containing the Terms Etymologies Definitions and perfect Interpretations of the proper significations of hard English words throughout the Arts and Sciences Liberal or Mechanick as also other subjects that are useful or appertain to the Languge of our Nation to which is added the signification of Proper Names Mythology and Poetical Fictions Historical Relations Geographical Descriptions of the Countreys and Cities of the World especially of these three Nations wherein their chiefest Antiquities Battles and other most memorable Passages are mentioned A Work very necessary for Strangers as well as our own Countrey-men for all persons that would rightly understand what they discourse write or read Collected an published by E. P. for the greater honour of those learned Gentlemen and Artists that have been assistant in the most Practical Sciences their Names are prefixed before the Book 19. The so much desired and deeply learned Comentary on Psalm the fifteenth by that Reverend and Eminent Divine Mr.