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A20356	A description of loue With certaine epigrams. Elegies. and sonnets. And also Mast. Iohnsons answere to Master Withers. With the crie of Ludgate, and the song of the begger.	Jonson, Ben, 1573?-1637, attributed name.; Johnson, Richard, 1573-1659?, attributed name.	1629 (1629)	STC 6771; ESTC S121963	17,898	64

A DESCRIPTION OF LOVE With certaine Epigrams Elegies and Sonnets AND Also Mast. IOHNSONS Answere to Master WITHERS With the Crie of Ludgate and the SONG of the Begger The sixth Edition LONDON Printed by M. F. for Francis Coules at the vpper end of the Old-Baily neere Newgate 1629. The Author to the Booke IT is no little Cottage that containes Wild wandring youth or giddy headed brains Their soft downe beds at home or daintie fare Contents them not they loue the open Ayre They among themselues expostul●ting say Shall we like Snailes liue in our shel●● Away To Sea for shame to Ship let 's goe aboord And see what other Countries can affoord But being pincht with cold or parcht with heat Ready to die with thirst or starue for meat When they grow leane and lowsie tatterd torne When they be curbd mockt scoft contemnd forlorne Seeing their folly then they sigh cry Oh what a happy thing it is to die Euen so my gadding Muse and running braine Not witting what it was to passe the Maine In a mad humor once or merry fit Would needs goe wander without feare or wit But being tost in the tempestuous Seas Hauing no friend no comfort rest or ease She vow'd if e're shee set a foote on shore Ne're to see Sea or once take shipping more Like a drownd Mouse at last to land shee got And being wounded weake and full of shot Crept in a corner choosing there to lie Rather then once Peepe out of doore and die But yet alas within a yeare or twaine Newes came my Muse must to the Sea againe Shee being full of griefe and quite dismaid Flies vnto me and cries to me for aid But all in vaine for succour did she craue I could not helpe her then selfe doe selfe haue I told her plaine my minde what I thought best To arme her selfe and goe since shee was prest So to the Sea the second time shee went Against all wind and weather being bent Let Critickes crake and crow let Roysters raile No storme said she shall make me now strike saile A little wetting shall not make me shrinke I le hoyst vp saile though I be sure to sinke Then to her tacklings did she stoutly stand The second voyage till shee came to land Good gentle Sirs let me now beg this boone That she ne're passe the Seas as she hath done The Seas are dangerous and the Ocean rough And since that shee hath seruice done enough Now let her rest seeke not her heart to breake She 's weather-beaten old and springs a leake The Pitcher be it framed ne're so strong Comes broken home going to water long Now let her rest giue her a little breath Presse her no more lest shee be prest to death But shee is bound the sixth time to the Seas Shee must not lie at harbour or at ease I cannot for my life her voyage stay Shee 's bound and being bound shee must obey Farewell deare Muse I thought ere this to see Thee wearie of the World or that of thee To the Booke MY little ship doth on the Ocean fleet That euery circumspecting eye may see 't Now in her iourney lest she chance to faile L●● Printers pray she may haue happy saile To the Reader SOme men there be that praise what 's good they heare And some there are that carpe what ere it be Some men in Zoilus ghost will soone appeare And some with Aristippus flattery But carpe at what you can dispraise back-bite I le neuer hide my Poems from the light To the enuious Reader PAle faced Enuy aimes at greatest men And by her nature euer seekes to clime If it be so surely she will not then Looke downe so low as for to view my Rime But if against her nature she will see 't Her face to face my verse shall dare to meet A Description of LOVE NE're toucht my lips the Heliconian Well Mine eies ne're gaz'd vpon Parnassus hill My tongue did neuer ancient Stories tell My hand did neuer hold a curious quill Yet write I must but if I barren be And shew no wit I le shew my industry Where is that mortall man that can define The thing cald loue which all the gods do honor Her greatnesse goes beyond the wit of mine I goe beyond my witts to thinke vpon her The more I thinke what this same loue should be The lesse I doe conceiue what thing is she A taske most weightie doe I vndergoe By vndertaking for to speake of Loue Whose bare description I did neuer know Whose definition pose the gods aboue She s deafe yet heares she s dumb yet speaks she s blind Yet Ianus like she seeth before behind Like vnto Summers grasse shee s fresh and greene Sh'adornes the body as the flowers the field She in a Begger liues as in a Queene She conquers Mars and yet to Mars shee 'l yeeld She 's white she 's red she 's yellow as the gold She 's euer liuing yet is neuer old Inuisible she is yet her we see Both heauen and earth this goddesse doth inherit She 's flesh she 's bloud she 's bone as well as wee Yet can she nothing doe but with a spirit She is a ponderous feather witty folly A quicke thing slow a merry melancholy Shee 'l soone be angry Shee 'l be pleasd as soone Maliciousnesse ne'r harbours in her minde She 's hot i' the morning but she 's cold ere noone She 's rough she 's calm she 's hoggish yet she s kind Shee l sing shee l sob so that the curious fiction May terme and call her well a contradiction She is a restlesse rest a feruent cold A wholesome poyson she 's a painfull pleasure Exceeding shame fast shee 's exceeding bold Shee 's bitter hony shee 's a gainelesse treasure Shee 's too too loose yet too too fast a knot She is a hellish Heauen what is she not She made Leander passe the raging Seas His louing Hero that he might enioy Faire Helean did Paris better please Then all his kinsfolks or the wealth in Troy She 's such a thing that we so much respect That we our friends forget our selues neglect Our natiue Countrey doe we quite forsake Our prudent parents will we disobey Through desart places iournies doe we make And so become some lurking Lions prey Nay more then this down quick to hell we go As Orpheus did if loue would haue it so Whilst on the key-cold earth our loue doth lie The ground sends forth a comfortable heat Forgetting of her owne propriety The stones seemes soft whilst loue makes them her seat Down on the downs whilst Louers lie together The down seems down euery stone a fether Who her enioyes enioyes all earthly pleasure Who her enioyes can feele no cold nor heat Who her enioyes enioyes a world of treasure Who her enioyes enioyes his drinke his meat She s hony sweet her selfe not mixt with gall Who her enioyes enioyeth all in all But if

for if any wooe And aske her if she loues she 'l say I doe She is a Passiue too for she 'l sit still And suffer any man to haue his will But yet to her I ne'r will be a Suter She 's Actiue Passiue but to me a Neuter Participle She is a Participle too I know For she hath two strings euer to her bow She is a Noune a Verbe yet sometimes neither She sometimes onely takes but part of either Foure kindes of Participles now there be But she is of the Pretertense with me An Aduerbe Aduerbs of diuers kinds we know there be An Aduerbe then of any kinde is she Sometime she is of place for here and there Nay looke for her you 'l find her any where She 's any Aduerbe if you would know why She 'l wish she 'l sweare flatter affirme deny A Coniunction She 's a Coniunction copulatiue for either As close as wax she ioyneth things together Or a Dis-iunctiue for she 'l stir vp strife Hauing a naughty tongue twixt man and wife Shee is a thing that 's fit for any function Shee 's any thing therefore any Coniunction A Preposition She is a part of speech commonly set Before all other parts of speeches yet This part of speech we very often finde Beyond beside nigh through about behinde She is a Preposition likewise seene Within without against beneath betweene An Interiection Since she is any thing we last of all May rightly her an Interiection call Sometimes she 's curst sometimes exceeding kind Troubled with diuers passions of the mind Of maruelling she 's often as Pape Sometimes of laughing too as Ha ha he O you most braue coniuring Seminaries Read and attend my wofull wooing story Take beades make crosses say your Aue Maries And pray I may be out of Purgatorie For if I me not in Purgatorie here I le not beleeue there 's any any where Epigrams To the courteous Reader THese Epigrams I made seuen yeares agoe Before I rime or reason scarce did know Condemne me not for making these alas It was not I I am not as I was Of a Legacie not an Ambassadour As t was my fortune by a wood to ride I saw two men there armes behinde them tide The one lamenting there what did befall Cride I 'me vndone my wife and children all The other hearing him alowd did cry Vndoe me then let me no longer lie But to be plaine the men which there I found Were both vndone indeed yet both fast bound To the Barber To●sorlus onely liues by cutting haire And yet he brags that Kings to him sit bare Me thinkes he should not brag and boast of it For he must stand to Beggers while they sit He tastes of his bitten nailes Philomathes once studying to indite Nibbled his fingers and his nailes did bite By this I know not what he did intend Vnlesse his wit lay at his fingers end Of one subiect to his wife Noctiuagus walking in the euening sad Met with a Spirit whether it was good or bad He did not knowe yet courage he did take And to the wandring spirit thus he spake If good thou bee'st thou 'lt hurt no silly men If thou beest bad thou 'st cause to loue me then For I thy Kinsman am my wife 's so euill That I am sure I married with the diuell Of Nature Nature did well in giuing poore men wit That fooles well monified may pay for it To Lawyers To goe to law I haue no maw Although my sute be sure For I shall lacke sutes to my backe Ere I my sute procure Demosthenes his imperfection Demosthenes both learning had and wit As wee may gather by the bookes hee writ Then blame him not hauing so much to vtter If that his tongue did trip or he did stutter Of a Tabacconist If mans flesh be like swines as it is said The Metamorphosis is sooner made Then full-facd ●nath● no Tabacco take Smoaking your corps least bacon you doe make Of a drunkard Cinna one time most wonderfully swore That whilst he breathed he would drink no more But since I know his meaning for I thinke He ment he would not breath whilst he did drink Of Flatterers Whilst on the Helitropium Sol doth shine Her clos'd and twisted selfe it doth untwine But when from her bright Phoebus takes his light She shuts againe as scornefull to the night Whilst on me Phoebus sunshine shewes his face Each man with open armes will me imbrace But when the Sunne of fortune 'gins to ●et They clutch their owne hauing no more to get Of a proud man Sylla would take the vpper hand of mee Saying he was a better man then I I knew my selfe his better for to be But yet the wall I gaue him willingly The wall he tooke and take it euer shall For still the weakest goeth to the wall The vnconstancie of a woman A woman may be faire and yet her minde Is as vnconstant as the wauering wind V●nus her selfe is faire she shineth farre Yet shee 's a Plane● and no fixed starre The pride of Bassa If it be true as ancient Authors write That Blackamores do paint their Diuels white Then why doth Bassa bragge that shee is faire When such as shee most like the Diuels are Of the Pyhsicians of our time Twixt former times and ours there is great ods For they held men that were Physicians gods O what a happie age liue we in then That haue such gods before that they bee men Poore mens happinesse Fortune doth fauour poore men most of all They hope ●o rise but rich men feare to fall To a Shoomaker Coriat shooes and Shirt did neuer shift In his last voyage would you know his drift It was because he scornd that any one Should say he was a shifting Companion To a bald man Caluus to combe his head doth take no care For why there breedes no nits where growes no haire Of the same man Haire on my head I neuer slumber shall Nor Caluus his for he had none at all To the Fowler As Auceps walked with his Peece to ●●oote Vpon a Toad by chance he set his foote With that he straight-way started backe and said It was the fowlest Creature that was made But say he what he will I thinke not so For he himselfe a Fowler was I know Of a Stammerer Balbus with other men would angrie be Because they could not speake so well as he For others speak but with their mouth he know But Balbus speaks both through the mouth and nose Let no day passe without learning somewhat By euer learning Solon waxed old For time he knew was better farre then gold Fortune would giue him gold which would decay But fortune cannot giue him yesterday No truth in Wine Truth is in wine but none can finde it there For in your Tauerne men will lie and sweare Of a Painter Priscus is excellent in making faces For he his eies his nose his mouth displaces Since he

gilded bookes View not the out-side then but looke within Trie ere you trust and if all things be true Locke hands in hands and seeke not for a new I must confesse and will I am but poore But rich I am in loue perhaps you know But if you to some higher region soare Disdaining for to take your flight so low Take heed lest by some veh'mencie of weather You chāce to burne some or scorch some other But tell me sweete if that thy mind be set Vpon some other man or if you know What thing this Loue should be if not as yet I le teach you what a thing is loue O no What thing is loue how can you learne of me When first I learn'd to loue by seeing thee The prettie winding of thy comely head The decent rowling of thy liuely eye Thy tender Lilly hand hath strucke me dead Without a touch No what is Loue 'T is I 'T is you 't is you 't is both together You loue I loue both loues sweete loue come hither I cast an eye vpon you yester-night But Phoebus Horses went too great a pace Vnwilling to afford me so much light Wherein I plainely might discerne your face In spight of Phoebus nay in spight of you I 'le looke I 'le loue 't is somewhat strange but true Desiring an answer from his Loue. IF that I an vnworthy of your loue Let me be worthy of your answer yet That I may know whether I must remoue My deare affection from you now and set My mind vpon my bookes which now I feare I spend in Loue-toyes and am ne'r the neere Prethee sweet Loue some pretty thing indite Let those thy pretty fingers hold a Pen Vpon some pretty piece of paper write Nature made Maidens pretty and not men What Midas toucht was gold you are so witty That what you write or touch or do t is pretty If you want Paper Paper will I send you If you want Inke I le likewise send you Inke If that you want a Pen a pen I le send you What ere you want if that I can but thinke What t is I 'de freely giue it to you so You would but send an answere I or no I doe not write to thee for hope of gaines But onely for to gaine thy loue for then I prethee Rosa take a little paines Once more I prethee Rosa hold a Pen I long to heare from thee I faine would know An answere from thee quickly I or no If it be I then Rosa thou art mine Then wil we spend our youthfull daies in pleasure If it be No yet Rosa am I thine What ere thy answer is thou art my treasure If that sweet heart youl 'd know the reason why It is because a Majdens No is I. An Answer to her Answer SWeet Mistris Rosa for whose onely sake I 'de run through fi●e and water nay I 'de make A iourney through the dangerous vncouth places I 'de measure all the world with weary paces To doe you good nay more I 'de lose my heart Rather then haue your little finger smart But when you chance to read the same I flatter You then will say but oh it is no matter Mocke flout neglect disdaine spit spite cōtemne I needes must loue my earthly Diadem I flouted others once in misery But other men may now well flout at me This is that drie and cursed punishment Which all the gods aboue to me haue sent For all my faults O see with pitty see Sweete Loue thy Loue in wofull misery Whose eyes ne'r sleep whose fancie still is doing Since that he knew what did belong to wooing Thou art the Cloth● that hath spun my thred By which I seeme to liue but yet am dead But prethee Rosa if thou 'lt stop my breath Kill quicke let me not liue a lingring death Pitty pitty pitty pitty pitty Pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty Sweete golden lilly liuely tender maide Looke like liue loue me well and I am made To his second Loue. Twixt hope feare I feare sweet loue I liue Thinking my heart was giuen long agoe Being one man ha's but one heart to giue How can you looke for mine yet thinke not so But trye me trust me and sweet heart you 'l see I haue a heart that 's onely kept for thee Misdoubt me not although I lou'd before Misdoubt me not but I lou'd faithfully Experience makes me now loue ten times more I haue my lesson now without booke I When first I lou'd I was a fondling foole Now I am a Captaine made in Cupids schoole You smilde on me but if you le smile no more What will those men that know me now surmise Being I was forsaken once before They le thinke me hatefull in a Maidens eyes They le thinke all hate me or suppose indeed I onely came to woo but not to speed O how much am I bound to Nature now For making thee that dost so farre excell Her whom I thought excell'd all others how Am I bound to Nature prethee tell The difference twixt my first loue and you Is this shee 's faire and false thou faire and true Misdoubt me not for by the Heauens aboue Thou shalt not finde me with a double tongue For if I am the man thou canst not loue I am the man that will doe thee no wrong For if I speake by thee but any euill Count me no more a Man count me a Diuell Of the burning of his Letter LIke as the Moth about the candle flies Hoping to haue some comfort from the light Scorcheth her wings and on a sudden lies Panting vpon the ground or burned quite So I still hoping thee sweete heart to moue Consume my selfe in burning flames of loue Alas alas thy beauty shines so bright It duls and dazels all that doe come nie thee This is the cause I neuer come but write Without an Eagles eye how dare I eye thee Cupid is blinde then I in louing thee And looking too should be more blind then he Why doe I sigh and sob and broyle and burne Why doe I seeke to striue against the streame Letters nor loue nor lookes thy heart can turne Why doe I then make loue my onely theame I loue you hate I write but what the better I burne in loue and you doe burne my letter Poore harmelesse verses what did ye commit Hard-hearted Flora how did they offend thee More verses haue I made for thee but yet I le sweare thou shalt not burne the next I le send thee Burning's too base a death therefore the rest If they deserue to die they shall be prest Master Iohnsons answer to Master Withers Withers SHall I wasting in despaire Die because a woman's faire Or my cheekes make pale with care Cause anothers Rosie are Be she fairer then the day Or the flowry Meades in May If she be not so to me What care I how faire she be Iohnson Shall I mine affections slacke Cause I see a