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Taylor's motto Et habeo, et careo, et curo.
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Taylor, John, 1580-1653.; Cockson, Thomas, engraver.
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doe For till seuen yeares be past and gone away We are vncapable to doe or pray Our Adolescency till our manly growth We wast in vanitie and tricks of youth And as we trauell to our iorneyes end The more we liue the more we doe offend In sixty yeares three thousand Sabbaâ—hs be Which are some eight yeares in account we see But of those Sundayes let vs thinke agen How little seruice God hath had of men And to the holiest man it will appeare About one hundred houres in a yeare And so in threescore yeares God hath not one Wherein his seruice we attend vpon And if that lesse theÌ„ one t' account were brought How many a nap and many a wauering thought And wandring fancies doe vs round beset That many times the text we doe forget Thinke but of this and then the yeare before Must be abated halfe or somewhat more Thus many a Christian sixty yeares hath trod The earth and not sixe months hath seru'd his God When we our liues vnequally thus share In thinking â—f it I am full of care I care in all my actions so to liue That no occasion of offence I giue To any man with either pen or tongue In name or fame or goods to doe them wrong For he 's the greatest murderer aliue That doth a man of his good name depriue With base columnious slanders and false lies T is the worst villainy of villanes To blast a good mans name with scandals breath Makes his dishonor long suruiue his death For Infamie's a colour dyde in graine Which scarce obliuion can wash out againe As nothing's dearer then a mans good name So nothing wounds more deeper then defame Nature gaue man a paire of eares and eyes And but one tongue which certainly implies That though our sight and hearing still is free Yet must we not speake all we heare or see Then he 's a Viper that doth lyes inuent To worke thereby anothers detriment 'T is sinne to slander a notorious Knaue But sinne and shame a good man to depraue Thus good or bad or whatsoe're they are To doe to neither of them wrong I care I care to get good Bookes and I take heed And care what I doe either write or read Though some through ignorance some throgh spite Haue said that I can neither read nor write But though my lines no scholership proclaime Yeâ— I at learning haue a kind of ayme And I haue gatherd much good obseruations From many humane and diuine translations I was well entred forty Winters since As farre as possum in my Accidence And reading but from â—ossuâ— to posset There I was mir'de and could no further get Which when I thinke vpon with mind deiected I care to thinke how learning I neglectâ—d The Poet Quid or Ouid if you will Being in English much hath helpt my skill And Homer too and Virgil I haue seene And reading them I haue much better'd beene Godfrey of Bulloyne well by Fairfax done Du Bartas that much loue hath rightly wonne Old Chaucer Siâ—ney Spencer Daniel Nash I dipt my finger where they vs'd to wash As I haue read these Poets I haue noted Much good which in my memory is quoted Of Histories I haue perusde some store As no man of my function hath done more The Golden legend I did ouer tosse And found the Gold mixt with a deale of drosse I haue read Plutarchs Morals and his Liues And like a Bee suckt Hony from those Hiues Iosephus of the Iewes Knowles of the Turks Marcus Aurclius and Gueuara's works Lloyd Grimstone Montaigne and Suetonius Agrippa whom some call Cornelius Graue Seneca and Cambden Purchas Speed Old Monumentall Fox and Hollinshead And that sole Booke of Bookes which God hath giuen The blest eternall Testaments of heauen That I haue read and I with care confesse My selfe vnworthy of such happinesse And many more good Bookes I haue with care Lookt on their goods and neuer stole their ware For no booke to my hands could euer come If it were but the treatâ—se of Tom Thumb Or Scoggins Iests or any simple play Or monstrous newes came Trundling in my way All these and ten times more some good some bad I haue from them much obseruation had And so with care and study I haue writ These bookes the issue of a barren wit The most of them are verse but I suppose It is much ease to name them here in prose The names of many of the bookes that I haue written First the Sculler Vpon Coriat three merry bookes called Odcombs complaint Coriats resurrection and Laugh and be fat The nipping or snipping of Abuses Two mad things against Fenor Taylors Vrania The marriage of the Princesse An Elegy on Prince Henry Two bookes of all the Kings of England Three weekes three dayes and three houres obseruations in Germany Trauels to Scotland Trauels to Prague in Bohemia An Englishmans loue to Bohemia The Bible in verse The Booke of Martyrs in verse The praise of Hempseed A kicksy winsy The great O Toole Iack a Lent The praise of Beggery Taylâ—rs Goose. Faire and foule weather The life and death of the Virgin Mary The Whip of Pride And lastly since the reigne of th' Emperour OTTO Was neuer seene the like of TAYLORS MOTTO All these and some which I haue quite forgot With care as is aforesaid I haue wrote I care how to conclude this carefull straine In care I care how to get out againe I care for food and lodging fire and rayment And what I owe I care to make good payment But most of all I care and will endeuer To liue so carefull that I may liue euer Thus without wronging any man a iot I shew I haue what euery man hath not My wants are such that I forgiue them free That would but steale the most of them from me My cares are many as I here expresse Poore cousin Germans vnto carelessenesse I haue a knowledge some men will read this I want the knowledge how their liking is I care in all that I herein haue pend To please the good and shew the bad to mend And those that will not thus be satisfide I haue a spirit that doth them deride I flattry want mens likings to obtaine I care to loue those thaâ— loâ—e me againe Thus be mens â—udgements steady or vnsteady To like my Booke the â—are is tane already The Prouerb sayes that hast makes often wast Then whaâ— is wast impâ—te it to my hast This Booke was written not that here I boast Put houres together in three dayes at most And giue me but my breakfast I le maintaine To write another e're I eate againe But well or ill or howsoe're t is pen'd Lâ—k't as you list and so I make an END * Silâ—â—sters nagram â— His Iâ—jâ—sties â—ame in â—u Barâ—as 〈…〉 I should beleeue all were Gold that glisters In my English Latine Richard Swary I finde or coynd this worthy word The Heralds of this Office dwell at Nullibi * Leâ—rned 〈◊〉 lâ—ds 〈◊〉 that 〈◊〉 â—omes neere Curro Some 6 or 8. lines are old of mine owne â—ut I haue 〈◊〉 variâ—d â—hem Shall Gods gifts bee common to good bad and our boats be priuate onely to the good * The character of a WatermaÌ„ Thames a watermans best friend whom hee delights to crosse * Strange Eloquence * Bookes that I haue read of Poesie Part of the Bookes of History that I haue read * I was mâ—ch beholding to this Emperors name to make vp the meeter
TAYLOR' 's MOTTO Et habeo Et Careo Et Curo London Printed for IT HG 1621. The Embleme Explained FIrst on a Rocke with raging waues embrac'd My seeming fixed fleeting feete are plac'd The one 's like stedfast hope the other then Presents temptations which encompasse men Which he that can resist with Constancy Is a most happy man in Miserie The world which I betwixt my legges doe stride Vpon the which a booke doth seeme to ride Shewes that in scorne of spight or enuies force My booke doth make the world a Hobby horse Riding the iadish Hackneies of this age In â— plaine dealing Satyrs Equipage The Badge vpon my breast shewes plainely this I haue a Maister iust and who he is I haue a Muse to write A Boat to rowe Which both the booke and Oare doth plainely shew So much for what I haue now that I want The empty purse proclaimes that monie 's scant Want's my fee simple or my simple fee And as I am a Poet dwells with me Thus I haue want and with want I haue care That hels suggestions not my soule insnare Whil'st what I haue and want neglected lyes I to the way I care for fix mine eyes My looking on the Sunne doth heere expresse I care to see the Sonne of righteousnes And Reader in the booke if you inquire for Ther 's more of what I haue and want and care for Iohn Taylor To Euery BODY YEt not to euery Reader doe I write But onely vnto such as can Read right And with vnpartiall censures can declare As they find things to iudge them as they are For in this age of Crittickes are such store That of a B. will make a Battledore Swallow downe Camells at Gnatts will straine Make Mountaines of small Molehills againe Extenuat faults or else faults amplifie According as their carping censures fly Such are within the Motto of I haue But though the gallant Gulls be ne're so braue And in their owne esteeme are deemed wise I haue a mind their follies to dispise There are some few that wil their iudgement season With mature vnderstanding and with reason And call a spade a spade a Sichophant A flattring Knaue and those are thâ—se I want For those that seeme to reade and scarce can spell Who neiâ—her point nor keepe their peâ—iods well Who doe a mans inuention so be martyr So hanging drawing and so cut and quarter Making good lines contemptible threed bare To keepe my booke from such as those I care Adue Iohn Taylor TAYLORS MOTTO Et habeo Et Careo Et Curo I haue I want I care IS any man offended marry gep With a horse nightcap doth your iadeship skip Although you kicke fling wince spurne Yet all your Coltes-tricks will not serue your turn Vice hath infected you 'gainst vertues force With more diseases then an aged horse For some of you are hide-bound greedily Some haue the yellowes of falâ—e Iellousie Some with the staggers cannot stand vpright Some blinde with Bâ—bes can see to doe no right Some foundred that to Church they cannot goe Broke winded some corrupted breath doe blowe Some hoofe bound some suâ—bated and some graueld With trauelling where theâ— shuuld not haue traueld Some are crest falne through thâ—immoderate vice Of gorgeous outsides smoake and drinke and dice. And some are full of malleâ—ders and scratches The neck-cricke spâ—uins shouldersplat and aches The ring-bone quitter-bone bots botch and scab And nauelgall with coursing of the Drab The back-gall light-gall wind-gall shackle-gall And last the spur-gall the worst gall of all A good sound horse needs not my whip to feare For none but Iades are wrung i' th withers heere And doe these hackneyes thinke to runne on still Without a bit or snaffle as they will And head-strong prancing through abuses dash And scape without a Satyrs yerking lash No they must knowe the Muses haue the might The vniust iustly to correct and smite To memorize victorious vertues praise To make mens fame or shame out liue their dayes To force iniustice though it doe looke bigge With his owne nailes his cursed graue to digge T'emblaze the goodnes of a man that 's poore And tell the vices of an Emperour All this the Muses dares and will and can Not sparing fearing flattring any man And so dare I if I iust cause doe see To write from feare or hate or flattry free Or taxing any in particulere But generall at all is written heere For had I meant the Satyre to haue plaid In Aquafortis I would whips haue Iayd And mixt my inke to make it sharpe with all With sublimate and Cockatrices gall VVhich with a Satyres spleene and fury fierce With the least ierke would to the entrailes pierce And with a lash that 's â—ustily layd on Would strip and whip the world vnto the bone I know that none at me will spurne or kicke Whose consciences no villany doth pricke And such as those will in their kennells lye And gnar and snarle and grumble secretly But with full mouth they dare not barke or bite But fret within with rancor and despight For why before the world I make a vowe There doth not liue that male or female now 'Gainst whom I haue so much as is a thought Much lesse against them are my Verses wrought This Motto in my head at first I tooke In imitation of a better booke And to good mindes I no offence can giue To follow good examples whil'st I liue For I had rather to abide detraction And be an Ape in any honest action Then wilfully into a fault to runne Though it before had by a King bin done I haue not heere reuil'd against my betters Which makes me feare no dungeon bolts or fetters For be he neere so great that doth apply My lines vnto himselfe is worse then I. Smooth is my stile my methode meane and plaine Free from a railing or inuectiue straine In harmelesse fashion heere I doe declare Mine owne rich wants poore riches and my care And therefore at my wants let no man grieue Except his charges will the same releiue And for my Wealth except a rotton Boate I neuer fear'd the cutting of my throate And those that for my cares doe enuy me Shall in them if they list great sharers be All my taxations are in generall Not any personall or nationall The troubles now in Fraunce I touch not heere Nor of the Britaine fleete before Argiere Nor of the forces that the Turke doth bring Against the Poland Kingdome and their King Of Count Buckoy of Beth'lem Gabor or Of Spinnola or any Ambassador Nor Denmarkes King nor of the Emperour Nor Netherlands great Nauigable powre Nor of Religious points my Muse doth chant Of Romish Catholicke or Protestaâ—t Of Brownist Hâ—ssite or of Caluinist Arminian Puritan or Familist Nor against Corporation trade or Art My poore inuentions speakes in any part And therefore Critticke snarle and snap and hang If inwardly