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A65342
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Songs and poems of love and drollery by T.W.
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T. W. (Thomas Weaver), 1616-1663.
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1654
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Wing W1193; ESTC R2846
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poor Welsh Pedigree By thy warm fostering bounty did divide And open straight springs forth a Parricide As if 't were just vengeance should be dispatcht On thee by th'Monster which thy self hadst hatcht Despair not though in Wales there may be got As well as Lincolnshire an Antidote ' Gainst the worst venom he can spit though's head Were chang'd from subtil grey to pois'nous red Heav'n with propitious eyes will look upon Our party now the accursed Thing is gone And scourge the Rebels who naught else did miss To fill the measure of their sins but His Whose foul unparallell'd Apostacy Like to his Sacred Character shall be Indelible and 's Infamy with late And happier ages when impartial fate A period to his dayes and sins shall give By some such Epitapth as this shall live Lo here Yorks Metropolitan is laid Who Gods Annointed and the Church betrayd To the Isle of MAN Upon Occasion of the Lord BYRON'S landing there HAil happy Ile to whom the wind And sea are by their fury kind Whilst waves that threaten to turn o're Invade not but protect the shore Thou that of late didst only stand As the Center of our Kings command But by hard fate art at this day The whole circumference of his sway See a dear pledg of Loyalty The terror once of those whom he Now shuns brave Byron doth repair To pant in thy untaunted air Much has he toil'd to hurt the foes Much to help friends as bad as those But of his Labours no one more Hath wearied him then giving o're Yet to thy shore no griefs he brings No sad complaints o'th'state of things On what is lost he will not lose One word or thought but rather chuse To search the means how to prevent Our future hopes from like event His courage though success withstood Like 's cause is stil the same still good Receive him then and let him be Welcome to thy good Lord and thee So may thy fertile Land and Seas Abound in all things that may please Great Derby and his highborn Spouse And make their loss lesse grievious Which only doth perplex their mind Because their bounties thence confin'd May they soon cross the Seas to take Their own and vengeance may they make Their enemies as highly sad And miserable as th' are bad And may they come to thee smal spot For Recreation henceforth not For refuge May thy rule persever In this Land long in this line ever The Isle of MAN FRom England Scotland Wales and Ireland By equal Leagues divided there doth stand An Isle in circuit not so great as fame To elder times known by Eubonia's name The Soil is not luxuriant nor ingrate Being neither Natures fondness nor her hate The Sugar canes the Vine and Fig-tree there No Natives are nor strangers but what e're To sport mans nicer appetite is scant Comes there the price of what he cannot want Few ages since he that chief Rule did hold Was thence a King the same power but less bold In Title whilst twelve Monarchs raign'd Hath in the Noble Stanlies blood remain'd But under none hath it enjoy'd a bliss More eminent then it does under this Whose prudent care preserves it from the stain Of foul Rebellion ' gainst its Soveraign And as in Swounings life when it is gone From all parts else stayes in the heart alone So in this place which if to our Kings sway You 'l Members give for its fit site best may Express the heart still breathing you may see All that 's alive of his great Monarchy And though this Isle appear but as a Star Of the least magnitude ' mongst those that are In Charles his constellation yet doth shee Keep motion stil in due conformity To th' Primum Mobile nor is at all Seduc'd or forc'd by the Eccentrical Circumvolutions of the rest but now Doth thence more regular and constant grow Just so a vigorous heat that closely is Besieg'd by an Antiparistasis Of hostile cold conformes not to the same But still growes more it self and turnes to flame Nor hath the King alone his old and due Observance here but ev'n the Kings King too Religious duties which in other Lands Are cast by th' wanton strife of tongues and hands In new prodigious moulds do in this place Retain their Prim'tive comeliness and Grace Temples are Houses here and they alone Of publike Worship and Devotion And such at the Altar wait as are endu'd With Science and are call'd to 't not intrude So that sound Doctrine clad in a rich sense Flowes from their Pulpits which with Reverence The people heard and to this giving due Respect a thousand blessings more ensue The Husbandman buryes his seed ' th'out fear O'th'Sequestrators sickle nor does e're Doubt who shall share the Flock or milk the Kine He fosters or shall eat the fruit of 's Vine For though that Plant springs not in this cold clay Yet where so fat a Peace dwels we may say With Reverence to the Sacred Page that now Grapes upon thornes and figs on thistles grow Wives moan not their fled Husbands who t' eschew Their enemies forsake their best friends too Their pregnant wombs by Times due Midwifry Not by affrights or griefs disburdned be And their maturer Issues there escape The barbarous Souldiers sword and Lustfull rape But that which doth most happiness afford Is the lov'd presence of their noble Lord And Lady not more eminent in blood Then Vertue and their Pledges fair and good That spot alas is now their whole estate Which was but an Appendix to 't of late Swelling great Derby's Title more then 's Rent But 't was by Providence that he was sent From 's Richer Territories there to be The refuge of distressed Loyalty Where now the good he doth with what remains Comforts th' unequal losses he sustains His sufferings he surveyes as they express His Loyalty not his unhappiness And may not they nor th'time be long till 's eyes See his good deeds his wrongs and enemies Fully requited and in the intrim May this small part of his Kings sway by him Be still preserv'd as it is now in fit Obedience till the rest conform to it AN EPITAPH ON Major OWEN And Captain EDWARD WYNNE REader prepare thy eyes I stand Not to beg tears but to command Which having read if thou deny Thou art a verier stone then I. Brothers by birth and Twins since death At noon benighted lodg beneath A Nobler pair no womb of clay Shall bring forth at the last great day Their Linage of good note before Commended them and they it more Nature was of her gifts profuse For which they thank'd her i'th'right use Souls sweetly temper'd bodies meant To shew mens shape most excellent Valor and Innoncence conjoyn'd Height and humility of mind Faith to the Cause they chose and friends Serv'd by them ' hout self-serving ends Indeer'd them to their Countries chief Affection first then to its geief Snatch'd hence in their
Where when we wanted 12d we could dine Like Dukes And only cry Peg this makes nine Here no kind Tapwife nor confiding Cook Will let you eat and drink and smoak by th' book A just man should we grant you of that sort Can't live by Faith here though there 's Scripture for 't But when your pockets empty faith Sir you Must look your belly should be ev'n so too To th' Country then where we 'l our Genius pamper With Mustard and fat Bief Mutton and Sampyer And yet no Trencher shall after a feast Make us repent the fouling of the rest And reasons there are many to perswade one That by our Landlord we shall be much made on For my Lord President has wrote a Letter That he should treat us like our selves or better And then for certain he 's a man of Bounty For heark Ned he 's High-Sheriff of the County Besides he 's of the Poors and so must be By consequence of our own family They say that he keeps dogs too and will course The Hare most fiercely but the Fox far worse And faith Ned thou' rt a lad whom any right Good fellow will bid welcom at first sight Thy countenance so rosie straight inveagles And to say truth we both are pretty Beagles This pleas'd Ned well straight we got two able Horses out of my Lord Lieutenants stable And to Colefine 'twixt dinner time and supper We march'd with our Port-mantles at our crupper When we came there we certain structures saw All Perriwigg'd with rushes or with straw So ev'n and like Ned swore by his Creator Some Leveller had been the Fabricator So that to us was not distinguishable Which was the Mansion which the Barn or stable Ned he alights and leads God bless us all His horse into his Worships very Hall And looking round about cries in great anger Zowns here 's a Stable has no Rack nor Manger Peace Ned quoth I prethe be not so hasty This room 's no stable though it be as nasty I see a Harp and chimney too and dare Say there was fire in 't before the war So this is no place for your horse you see 'T is then for very Beasts I 'm sure quoth he I wish'd him be advis'd what he spake there For should such words come to the Sheriffs ear 'T was Gold to Silver that he would be at us E're we were ware with 's Posse Comitatus Out Ned went laughing I as 't is my fashion Fell straight into this serious contemplation If the High-Sheriff such mean dwelling have O hone O hone what hath his Under knave But searching further one whose unsoald shooes Like fetter hung about his feers came to 's And for our horses said he 'd shew a room I ask'd him if he were the Sheriffs Groom No Sir quoth he I 'm his first-born but can For need supply the office of his man I cry'd him mercy wish'd him not be crost So off my hat went off went his almost He bade us go to th' house and so we took Our way to th' place Ned and his horse mistook And after we a little there had wander'd In came the man who proud to be our Landlord Who for his face and garb might pret'ly well Passe English muster for Head Constable I with fit ceremony tow'rds him went And gave him th' Letter from th' Lord President He took 't and read it and for ought I know We welcom were but he ne're told us so Opening his mouth at length he ask'd us how Corn sold beyond sea and if men did plow When and for what occasion we came o're And if we ever had been there before I answ'red so as pleas'd him well I think For straight he bade the Butler fil some drink But seeing him in 's half pint dish of wood Sip like a maid thought I this man 's no good Companion or else his drink 's but small Both which did prove too true And this was all My comfort now I hop'd to find good fare And then for table-tipple 't was most rare And now for supper the round board being spred The Van a dish of coddled Onions led I' th' Body led a salted tail of Sammon And in the Rear some rank Potatoes came in To comfort Ned said I a short repast Must serve this wednesday night ' cause t is a Fast But Master Sheriff the next meal wil mend it To our content Quoth Ned I pray God send it We sate and soon had made of it I trow A clean board if our napkins had been so But opening one of them I tell ye truth My stomack was got full before my mouth Some houswifes would give groats apeece for these To have the washing of them for the grease At length it came into my fancy that They might be Reliques oyl'd with holy fat And that th' Apostles when the Paschal Lamb Was eaten wip'd their fingers on the same My Land-lord fed well and seeing us to eat Nothing he bade us welcome to his meat And having done he cross'd himself all o're His Supper had done so for us before When bed time came he bade one with a light Conduct us where we were to lodg that night He had himself gone with us I dare say But that his Chamber did not lie that way So to a room we came of which 't is all I 'l say 't was correspondent to the Hall Quoth Ned I 'l not unsheath thogh I am drowsie These sheets were us'd before and may be lowsie What then said I dost thou not know thou noddy Fresh linnen is unwholsome for the body And lice are here no more an infamy Then red hair th' are the Nation 's lechery So down we lay to sleep full wel inclin'd But through the gaping wall came such a wind That from my head my night-cap this is true To th' farther side of all the room it blew And had there been in my fantastick pate As many Wind-mils as I saw of late Neer Wexford 't would have whirl'd 'em all about And from my nose ere since like a Still-snout Such distillations fall you 'd ghesse by this My head were what the Prophet wished his Now ' cause we could not sleep we fell to pray More then we us'd but 't was for nought but day By th' Lord quoth Ned the Sun if he should sup And lodg like us at midnight would get up And I should tumble lesse and sleep more had I In stead of thee deer Tom some handsom Lady But there 's no night so long but hath its morn And so had this which if we had been born Stark blind we had not been so glad to see No alarm'd Souldier could more quick then we Leap from his bed and sooner dress himself So down we went and plaid till hour the twelf Then was the table cover'd but the same Linnen I saw for fish and flesh meals came Dishes as formerly were brought in od Pork Pork and Pork two