you were the chief concerns Talk of the Devil and see his horns When of thy dangers I did hear It cost me many a sigh and tear For fear thou shou'dst in passing thorough So many difficulties know sorrow He having made conclusion his Son Began with mannerly submission Had I come of my own head you 'l Quoth he dear Father call me fool Wer 't not for your continual haunting My presence now had here been wanting But seeing my time 's but short Father Come let 's for shame shake hands together 'T is fit Father and Son shou'd hug Puh quoth Anchises Coxen pug Then tears began to trickle out As fast as water from a spout Have you not read of Aesops dog That instead of substantial prog With greedy snarie at shadow snapt Whilst real flesh in water dapt Or rather as Ixion woed With wanton grasps an empty cloud Aeneas just in such a sort Did incorporeal Father court But Ghost was in compliance shy And like a coy wench put him by Have you not in Glamorgan-shire From mountain high up in the air Lookt down upon the Countrey under And seen blind houses lie asunder Houses of turf and thatcht wherein People do live that card and spin Aeneas such a Valley spi'd From ascent where he did abide And once again have you not seen In any place where you have been In Summer-season swarms of bees Or Chafers roaming 'bout the trees Or Grashoppers or eager Ants A tugging to relive their wants So many folks he did descry And if you will believ 't you may And as 't is the nature of those So these did also hum and buz Or rather like as you may hear In Market or tumultuous Fair. Aeneas was at first amaz'd And like one knockt in the head gaz'd Quoth he what means that yonder feud So much disorder can't be good Quoth Anchises these drink a liquour Call'd Lethe which is by much quicker Than March beer bottle-ale or mead And sooner flyes up to the head They drink this so long till the Elves Grow sottish and forget themselves And here they madly drink whole ones Till they put on new flesh and bones I cou'd tell many pleasant stories Relating to these drunken Tories But I must tell of noble Heroes That shall be to the world meer scare-crows Who though we look like fools shall be Dasht from the loins of I and thee But hold quoth Aeneas pray hold Father if I may be so bold Let me before you proceed on Propose to you one question Why shou'd the staring Jacanoddies Desire to resume new bodies Quoth Anchises I 'l tell thee all By notions Philosophical As orderly as Probleme is When Ergo follows premisses The Sun and Moon Stars Earth and Ocean Internal Spirits have and motion And as the Stoicks have defin'd There rules in them a certain mind Which does material part controul As body manag'd is by Soul These second causes are whence spring Existency to every thing To all sorts of beasts fish and fowl Let it be Badger Dace or Owl There 's not an individual being But from these Elements you see spring For nothing Nature can create Without earth water air and heat These four as it were being tried And in a Limbick rarified Turns into life which leaps and mounts Like quicksilver upon the joints And as 't is variously compos'd So variously it is dispos'd For now in appetite 't is boil'd Another time in grief turmoil'd To day it sneaks and shrinks for fear With jealousie doubt and despair To morrow fits of joy come in Making it ready leap from skin Now when this life forsakes the lump Of body by deaths utmost thump It 's tost and tumbled in the air Like smoak or feather here and there It has no cloaths no not a smock So much to keep it from a shock Sometimes it feels the heavy rap Of hail-stones or a thunder-clap In Sun-beams fryed in frost benum'd By showers half-drown'd and by storms thrumb'd Thus being naked becomes more Weather-beaten than before But like a ship that has been banded By waves and winds at length is landed So after difficulties have been It shall arrive to quiet haven Then when time 's snake is wreath'd about This life is cleans'd and purg'd throughout From filthy thoughts with which 't was tainted When with the lower air acquainted 'T is put into a modish dresse Pester'd with weather lice or fleas Anchises had his fair speech ended Which nothing to the purpose tended Then down the way he led along Towards the giddy-headed throng Himself the Sibyl and his Son Got up upon a tomb of stone Because they thought it not so good To be at flats with multitude Besides if there had been no less thing 'T was cause enough to avoid pressing Now quoth Anchises fix your eyes And mark what Spirits shall arise I 'l shew you plainly to your face The Chavalieroes of our race Who shall in Italy bear sway And from the rest bear bell away He there that wears his Hat a cockt With Javelin in his clutches lockt Shall first drop from the womb of night Into the Regions of light Whom thou shalt get upon thy wife At the latter end of life So that people of the town Shall say the child is not thy own One that shall be as stout I 'l warrant As any Knight that ere rid errant The next is Procas of high worth With Capys Numitor and so forth But look what yonder fellows are See how they swagger huff and swear As if they wou'd drink dry a fountain And swallow at one bit a mountain These shall convert wild heaths and downs Into Mart and Burrough-towns Nomentum Fidenae and Bola Pomety Gabii and Cora In every one of which a Mayor Shall the sword of Justice bear With reverend Aldermen assistants To Carbonadoe rogues and miscreants Next Romulus the Bully Rock Comes strutting like a Turky-cock Fame and report in time to come Shall sound as loud as trump and drum And glory with a golden stamp Shall coin his name as bright as lamp Have you not seen town full of people Wherein stands a Cathedral steeple Which for it's bulk and antiquity Is term'd by Geopraphers a City Such a Town Romulus shall found And call it Rome for stately sound With walls and seven Towers lofty To keep it in defence and safety House-keepers dwelling in this place Shall be very well to passe By the advantages of trade And traffick which shall seldom fade From Bankers Scriveners and Drapers To old shoos boots and kennel-scrapers Scarce one but shall have in his purse Enough to buy a score of us But bend both eyes hitherward son Here are the men when all is done These are Romans against weather As true as ever trod shoe-leather Fierce Julius sirnamed Caesar Who domineer shall
rendevouz They found an honest fellow nam'd Misenus to all fortune damn'd Who was in filthy pickle laid Dead as a herring and beraid This whipster had a plaguy knack At trumpet blowing and horn-crack By which he cou'd raise sullen coward And make him for the battel toward He had serv'd Hector all the wars In open and in civil jarrs And for his merit had come up To be trumpeter of a troop But when Achilles had in field The Trojan Captain Hector kill'd He made friends to Aeneas for The office that he had before Aeneas pittying his condition Gave him at first word a commission Now how he came dead if you 'l know According to report 't was so Close by a River as he sate A playing ' pon a Flagellate Crying out ever and anon Come who will I 'le yield to none One Triton that was a Sowgelder And in a house of rushes dwelt near Taking it in snuff and dudgeon To hear boasting of vile Curmudgeon Ran and caught him by the shank And shak't him roughly till he stank Then knocking out his brains he slew him And madly into water threw him Aeneas therefore and the rout Stood the mangled corps about Yelling like hounds in a full cry With Irish note why wouldst thou die But 'fore they cou'd in solemn plights Duly perform the funeral rights They put themselves in equipage For work which Sibyl did engage Helter skelter every man In among the thickets ran Where Snakes and Adders without number Did the ground and hedges cumber Some with Hatchets some with Chopping Knives went up and down a lopping Some with Hand-saws some with crooks Axes and wedges pruning-hooks Down went Crab-tree and bush of sloe I marry Elm Oak ground-ash too Nor was Aeneas idle seen But labour'd with tool sharp and keen Suggesting in the rest an ample Encouragement by his example Seeing at last but little hopes To find the bough in spacious copse He 'gan to be quite out of heart Then from his mouth these words did part If in a wood so wide as this I shall not bough I look for miss Then I 'le be sworn O beldam Nun Thou art a Witch as sure 's a gun No sooner had he spake these words But o're his head he spied two birds Flying to ground where grain did grow As swift as arrow out of bow Grammercy quoth Aeneas to 'em My trusty Pidgeons are ye come You being Letter-carriers know All the by-places here I trow My mother Venus has I warrant Sent you to me on an errant I do beseech you of all love Lead me directly to the grove Where glitt'ring bough like Sun-burnt apple Doth the twining branches dapple And Venus if thou dost forsake me In nick of time the Devil take thee The birds well knowing what he utter'd Into the air with all speed clutter'd He stood stark still and markt their flight Till they were almost out of sight Where 't was their aukward luck to hover A stinking house of office over From whence such fumes and hogo's broke forth Enough in all reason to choke both Which made them with a murrain fly Something loftier in the sky Then in a trice whilst you can say What 's this through ayr they cut their way And on the tree concerning which We had discourse before they pitch From whence the place being dark a cluster Of glow-worms cast a dainty lustre Or have you seen in Winter-time On hedge a kind of brittle-slime Or frothy trash which sluggish snail Draws along the ground at tail Such was the brightness of the bough Of which I gave a hint e'ne now Aeneas finds by sign and token It was the same which was fore-spoken Then up he skips as quick and pat As Squirrel or mouse-hunting Cat And off he snapps it at one grapple As greedy as boy Orchard apple With half face-snears and shoulder shrugs He with it to the Sibyl trugs But course of story doth confine us To say something more of Misenus The woful Trojans cryed right out Sniv'ling and casting snot about Some of the rabble men of mettal Heat water in a copper kettal And with purgative soap and wash ball They cleanse away the body's trash all Then on their shoulders forth they fetch it And on a knotty deal-board stretch it His shirt that stood him much in stead Alive must serve him now he 's dead This for a shrowd must wrap his arse Cause linnen was amongst 'em scarce Because there was no Joyner near And Coffins too besides were dear They made a shift and thought it best To lay the corpse in gentle chest Which worms had eaten so all o're There scarce was food for any more His doublet made of hardy leather Which proof was ' gainst all sorts of weather And breeches of undaunted freese Hanging in quirpo down at knees And jerkin lin'd with skin of dog In which he look't like armed hog With other rayment which we may Suppose he wore on holy day Were advantagiously displaid And woollen blanket overlaid Others very busie were at Preparing diet-bread and burnt claret Then up the loaded corpse they fix On backs of brawny Porters six And on to burial place they bore it With links and wax candles before it They pil'd up heaps of faggots higher Than usually are at bonfire And in they cast the carcase whole Burning it straightway to a coal Assoon as e're they saw the fire gone They put reliques in tub of iron Pouring in that little bub That lest was into the said tub Then where we all decline to must It was committed to the dust And many a wish and prayer was given Hoping his soul was gone to heaven Aeneas sent to a stone-cutter To have a tomb-stone fitly put o're On which an Epitaph in Text Was cut with coat of arms annext And there if ever you have been The fellows name is to be seen I know nothing to the contrary But it may there for ever taâ—ry Aeneas after this ado Was in a readiness to go Without faâ—ther stay or quibble As he was order'd by the Sibyl There was a hole broader than what Cou'd cover'd be by buttock fat Much like unto a privy dungeon For quagging Scuâ—t of baud to lunge on Around which an offensive lake In ropes of excrement did flake From whence came such a noisome smell Enough to choak the Devil of hell ' Twoud kill Kites Vultures Ravens Crows Bustards Magpies and Jack-daws Wherefore 't is call'd Avernus by Pedantick Etymologie Aeneas fearing greatly to make An entrance with a fasting stomach Good store of Beef he did command To be roasted out of hand Which soon as e're 't was took from spit He and his men eat every bit And knuckles with promiscuous clatter Scrap't
the clammy fat from platter No sooner was he risen up From meal but calls for a grace-cup And here quoth he ye snaky sisters That raise in men fanatick blisters And Pluto be thou Smith or Tinker 'T is all one to me by this drink here And Proserpine of whom go speeches Thou wear'st too much thy husbands breeches Here 's to all your generation A whole one upon reputation He was a friend to th' pot you 'l say Being the sober time o' th' day For at this rate he sate and bows'd Till Sun from Thetis lap was rous'd The Ale being in his head the ground Seem'd on a sudden to turn round And Mountains that really stood still He thought cause he himself did reel He fancied noises in his scull No wonder when in 't waves did rowl Such as Mastiff howl and screech Of kennel-fraught benighted bitch The Sibyl too was there as drunk As Windsor wife or Whetstone punk She cries out in Prophetick rapture Like Puritan a reading chapter O all that are prophane and none Of the religious be gone Away ye scoundrel Rascals hence Who are of a reprobate sence And now man 'gin to look about Thou must be resolute and stout Out from eaten scabberd pluck Thy man-slaying unpeaceful tuck And now or never make a venture And follow me close as I enter Then down from brink with care and heed On naked bum she gently slid What need she fear for she cou'd fright With Devils face the dreadful'st sprite Aeneas very bold and pert Followed and caught her by the skirt But O ye Devils great and small Lucifer Beelzebub Belial O all ye fiends and hobgoblins Who plague poor mortals for their sins O bugbears Oberon and Fairies Who pitch uncleanly slats of dairies O Chaos Phlegethon and all Hard words upon which Poets call Give me a vein that may surpass Homer a la mode or Hudibras Give me high and mighty wit To th' grandeur of my subject fit They both went in vault under ground Unbeaten ways dark and profound Like travelling a wood a night time When neither Moon nor Stars with light shine When people are force grope with hand Nor what colour 't is understand At last they came unto a gate ' Gainst which Aeneas ran his pate Stumbling o're a promiscuous heap Of mortals that lay there asleep There were a company of rakels Fetter'd up in jives and shackels Barretars and those whose profession Wast o cheat at size and session There were likewise Misers decrepit Who scrap't money up only to keep it And husbandmen that hoarded corn When bellies were with famine torn Another parcel lay of women That had been thorns and thistles to men Such as wou'd force their honest good Husbands perform more than they cou'd Such queans as wou'd curse swear and huff And their contented cuckolds cuff Under an Elm old and decai'd A bundle were of idlers laid Fellows produc't from natures sink Good for nought but to eat and drink Who slept and dreamt of nothing but Provision for ungodly gut The Sibyl having unlockt door Which we told you of before Within the porch was stable wide Wherein strange monsters did abide There was a beast the like was none Ever at Bartlemew fair shown The forepart was exact mad mallion The hinder shap'd like racing stallion There also was an overgrown Curr that had more heads than one There was a Giant too as high-a As Danish Colborn or Goliah There was a Lion lookt as sower As any Lion in the Tower Another strange creature there was Like smug wench in body and face But claws it had with bristled shag on Like those of Griffon or fierce Dragon Besides there was Ens ratiouis Which wou'd young Sophister astonish Aeneas at these sights a while Stunk so you might have smelt a mile For he before poor harmless Elf Had seen nothing worse than himself Fear made him skip curvet and caper And out he drew his study Rapier And traversing his ground prepar'd Himself to stand upon his guard Had not the Sibyl flown upon him And snatcht the brandisht weapon from him In testy wrath discharg'd he had blows To incorporeal forms and shadows From thence they came unto a ditch In which was puddle black as pitch Where sprawling frogs and croaking toads Lay enwrapt in spawny loads There Charon much quoted by pittiful Poet in funeral Ditty With wrizzel'd countenance of hew Wou'd make a dog or Devil spew And knitty beard of Carret colour Than rubbing-brush or besome fouler Or hair ' pon bird-pickt soul of traitour Pent on pole London bridge-gate o're Whose cloaths hung ' pon him like a fardle Most wretchedly truss'd up with girdle This Charon for convenience I name him twice to bring in sence Row'd passengers with boat that lookt About the sides like tub unhoopt And yet with Scullers or with Oars He wafted every day o're scores Both men and women of all ranks Waited for passage on the banks Many a brave fellow crost the ferry To laugh and quaff and drink old Sherry Many a stripling o're did pass In company of buxome Lass A good house was on t'other side Which made so many there abide Have you not seen in Autumn season When Zephyr blows out of all reason The trees shake to and fro and showers Of leaves descend in groves and bowers Or have you seen in time of frost Wild fowl come from forraign coast Black-bird Woodcock Plover Quale Partridge Lark Widgeon and Teil So many folk you 'l think it strange But faith 't is true did thither range They hoopt and hollow'd 'bout the shoar And at poor Charon curst and swore But he from wafting never swerv'd And he that came first was first serv'd Some that were moniless and poor He drove them with his pole from shoar Aeneas wondring at the clatter Askt what a Devil was the matter Tell me quoth he O mother Sibyl What makes this concourse here of people What a plague ails 'em are they mad I ne're saw such a feud i' dad Quoth Sibyl I 'le declare in short A satisfying reason for 't Thou seest the deep pool of Cocytus And Styx whose very sight wou'd fright us By which the Gods do damn and sink When ever they are in their drink Those that the Churl away doth scare Have got no dust to pay their fare Those that he receives in boat Pay him for his pains a groat They had as good even go knock out Their brains who bring no coin in pocket He 'l let em sit call names and scold Until their arses are a cold Gallants and Ladies first he 'l waft o're Let Tatterdemallions come after Aeneas shook his head and dampt His breast with fist whilst foot ground stampt And ' cause he knew in days of yoar What 't
was to be in want and poor He seem'd to be the more concern'd And with meer grief his bowels yern'd He saw there some that pin'd and fainted With whom he had been well acquainted But such misery had o'rethrown 'em He was almost asham'd to own ' em Leucaspis stout who had been Bosen Of a ship with Orontes whorson Who both were blown by sudden squeck Of wind into the Sea from deck Aeneas also spi'd his dear man Bold Palinurus quondam Steerman To whom quoth he in midst of rout How fares it with thee trusty trowt What a crotchet did in noddle take thee Or what a plague was 't thou didst forsake me In sober sadness prethee give me A true account and I 'l believe thee The cunning man Apollo whom We askt concerning future doom Told me thou shou'd'st come safe and sound To Latium and not be drown'd But there is no trust to be given To any creature under Heaven Quoth Palinurus O thou heir Of Anchises to all his gear I must confess ingenuously Apollo to thee told no lye I fell indeed headlong into Sea Where fishes of all sizes do play But'twas as fate wou'd ha 't my luck To have but one good sowsing duck Which made me stare again but after I made a shift to keep 'bove water For no wave cou'd me overwhelm Whilst I had in my hand my helm Which I pluckt with me when in sleep I totter'd from the pocky ship Making it cut the stream like oar Of Gally or stiff Battledore I swear by foaming spurt of wave And as I have a soul to save I thought it was my greatest mischance Thou wert in want of my assistance For though I say 't my self you well know I was a very honest fellow Well so I floated clear and glib You 'l think I 'm telling now a fib Three Summer days and put to them Three nights by help of wind and stream The fourth day was half past before With much ado I got ashoar When suddenly a crew of ruffains By looks and cloaths meer raggamuffins Came running and with speech severe Askt me what business I had there One gave me with his foot a spurn Another took me at half-turn And gave me by the nose a twitch Which made me lamentably screech Then to make sport they took a Rugg And tost me in it like a Dog I fell to ground often with squelch Which made my very entrails belch When they had us'd me like a Jackanoddy And shak'd my breath out of my body The sons of whores the Devil rot 'em Whurl'd me into th' Oceans bottom O therefore Master let me beg With cap in hand and turn'd-back leg For your good old fathers sake Upon a servant pitty take The sum of all that I desire Is that you wou'd lay down here my hire For without money surely Charon And troth I ha'n't a cross will waft none Quoth the old Beldam marry come up Mr. Gentleman will you have a roap It is in vain curst fate to cark at But make the best of a bad market To make complaint for my own part I think thou 'dst e'en's good let a fart Have but a little patience Thou shalt at length be carried hence Thy mortified Fish-pickt bones That lye among Sea-shels and stones Shall be thou need'st not be a-fear'd With all solemnity interr'd With that the rogue grew blith and glad As louse or beggar in fresh pad Aeneas with 's Companion Jog'd from that place further on Charon spying 'em approacht near Wondred what a pox made such there Then making stately step toward 'em Thus accosts of his own accord ' em D' ee near you friend you sawcy Jack And you old Gammer what d' ee lack Stand I conjure you if you stir shall A foot farther be it to your peril What are you and from whence speak quickly Or take it as you will I 'l lick ye This is a place for incorporeal Substances that sleep and snore all Here is no room for scowtish rakel That comes with earthly tabernacle Theseus and Perithous stout With Hercules that heavy lowte Did me and my boat more dammage Than I can get again in an age The one put ' pon us a shrewd slur And stole away our houshold Curr The t'other two I warn't were good A couple of pure sticks of wood Who came to have a fellow-feeling With Proserpine bat she wa'n't willing Quoth munching Beldam friend of mine We come not of an ill design For my part I am near fourscore And can do little harm I 'm sure And he though he wears a sword and belt Yet nothing e're his fury felt Doth he lord help him look as though He had strength to do so and so With Proserpine or master tripple Headed Cerb'rus who doth keep hell No no this is the long and short That made us hither to resort To see if any where among The Ghosts and the infernal throng We can by our enquiry gather Any news of this fellows father If thou art of a temper evil And art resolv'd to be uncivil Tarry a little here 's a bough In butchet look what think you now With that the courage of the fool Began to be appeas'd and cool He for a while upon it gaz'd As if knockt on the head amaz'd Then to the pool like mad man flew And close to shoar with chain boat drew Diving away from banks with pole Every inconsiderable soul He took Aeneas by the arm And set him under a tilt warm Then in with much ado they lag The old unprofitable Hag. The chinky boat was ready break With weight and forthwith sprang a leak At length he landed fleshy load But both up to the knees in mud And now they hear a fearful howl With barking whine and murm'ring growl Of Cerberus who yelpt at once From ratling throat three several tones No wonder that he still was bawling Having thousands of vermin 'bout him crawling The Sibyl did a wheaten scrap take Out of Aeneas victual Snapsack Then tampering among it sloppy Opium and juice of Poppy She stretcht it to him with colouge Like thief in Fable tempting dog He snapt it 'fore it fell to ground And swallowed it in gat profound Which made him in less than half an hour Stretch out in a dead sleep ali four Aeneas you 'l think did not want age Nor wit to lay hold of advantage The Porter being lain fast and sure He had possession of deaths door Which whether he unlockt with key Or broke it ope I can't well say But I suppose I wo'nt swear to it He bounst it ope by force of foot Because no key you may go look Is hinted of in Authour's book No sooner were they got within But ears were