change I shall have occasion to employ that little Latine I have to a better use and make it more advantagious to me Farewell To his honoured Friend Mr. ALEXANDER BROME on the publishing his Poems SIR YOur ingenuous Book you were pleased to trust with me had before this time come to your hands had I either sooner known of your returâ— to London or found an handsome opportunity of conveying it thither with safety Though your modesty iâ— pleased to invite Censure I find it is more then your great felicity in this way of Poetry can be liable to Nor should I have thought those two or three slight Animadversions here inclosed to have been worth the mentioning were it not that I would have you believe I use such freedome with you as to have done more if I had found occasion though I doubt not but you have or will communicate these Papers to some other friends of more refined judgement then I caâ— pretend to This I am sure that by publishing of them yoâ— will oblige not onely all Men but some of the Gods especially your Name-sake Bacchus called also Bromius whose worth your wit hath so much advanced that though Excise should cease we should in pure conscience think we could not purchase him at too dear a rate Cupid himself who hath hitherto exercised chief dominion in Poetry now vails Bonnet to Him were it not that whilst you sâ— handsomely magnifie the power of Wine your Readers arâ— forced to fall in Love with your Muse and amongst them none more affectionately then SIR Your most obliged humble Servant R. B. To the Ingenious Author Mr. Alexand. Brome PRaise is the shade of Vertue and ne're fell Into contempt till Men ceas'd to do well 'T was profit spoyld the world Till then we know it The Usnrer strook sayles unto the Poet. Kings Envyed them their bayes for though the Crown Had more of Iustre it had less renown Then be thou Brome my Subject Thou whose mind Large as the bounds of Nature hath calcin'd Things high and low and drawn conceptions thence Which Adam scarcely knew in 's Innocence T' adorn thy style and feed poetick fire And make thy high-flown Raptures to fly higher What can be thought or said to set thee forth Or what Embellishment can guild thy worth Great Merits like good Claret need no sign Who ere proclaimed that the Sun did shine 'T is easie to begin and hard to end When but to speak thy Name is to commend But leave I thee the Fountain for the stream Thy book is now my more peculiar Theame The Scene of Wine and Women Thy smart pen Refines our Loves and liquors o're agen And teaches us new lessons Shall I whine To a coy Mistress swear and lye and pine And dye and live again and change more shapeâ— Then Proteus did or four and forty Apes To win my loss of Liberty when I Enthron'd by fancy in true Soveraignty Can out of nothing whensoere I please Create a million of such Mistresses And write a Sonnet to my Aiery she Or steal a better Sonnet Brome from Thee No No for know my loves best bill of Dyet Is first free thoughts the next is to be quiet Hence too I 'll quit the Taverns for I find No Wine is like the Nectar of the Mind Conceit is a good Cellar Here we may Drink without sin and spend without Decay And frolick and be merry Or else we May read thy book and tipple Poetry And sing the prayses of the nobler Vine And send a health to the great God of Wine This This is pleasure and cheap too that 's better For know the Muse is apt to be a debtor All this we learn from thee go on and be A miracle in future History Thou shew'st us mirth and nobler waies to woe And Vindicatest thy profession too If Law and Business can produce such strains Wee 'l owe no Wit to leisure but to Brains W. Paulet E medio Templo To the Ingenious Author Mr. A. B. HOw how what miracles in print A Poem with the Politicks in 't 'T is strange but I will not rehearse All the Probatums of thy verse This only when the nose and Bum Had frighted all our miseries dumb When force hag-rid our Land and Seas Had made lawes truths Antipodes When treason like the bloud was found To circulate all England round Thou Brome to cure the Kingdoms wrong Didst hatch new loyalty with a song Musick as once Saul's eldest Devil Fetter'd Rebellious rampant evil Rhime oft times over-reaches reason A verse will counter-charm a Treason Had Cromwel learn't the grace to sing H 'had fled to Heaven for his King Rob. Napeir Emedio Templo To my ingenious Friend Mr. Brome on his various and excellent Poems An humble Eglog Daman and Dorus. Written the 29. of May 1660. Daman HAll happy day Dorus sit down Now let no sigh nor let a frown Lodge near thy heart or on thy brow The King the King 's return'd and now Let 's banish all sad thoughts and sing We have our Laws and have our King Dorus. 'T is true and I would sing but oh These wars have sunk my heart so low 'T will not be rais'd Daman What not this day Why 't is the twenty ninth of May Let Rebels spirits sink let those That like the Goths and Vandals rose To ruine families and bring Contempt upon our Church our King And all that 's dear to us be sad But be not thou let us be glad And Dorus to invite thee look Here 's a Collection in this book Of all those chearful songs that we Have sung so oft and merilie As we have march'd to fight the cause Of Gods Anointed and our Laws Such songs as make not the least ods Betwixt us mortals and the Gods Such songs as Virgins need not fear To sing or a grave Matron hear Here 's love drest neat and chast and gay As gardens in the month of May Here 's harmony and Wit and Art To raise thy thoughts and chear thy heart Dorus. Written by whom Daman A friend of mine And one that 's worthy to be thine A Civil swain that knows his times For business and that done makes rhimes But not till then my Friend 's a man Lov'd by the Muses dear to Pan He blest him with a chearful heart And they with this sharp wit and art Which he so tempers as no Swain That 's loyal does or should complain Dorus. I wou'd fain see him Daman Go with me Dorus to yonder broad beech-tree There we shall meet him and Phillis Perrigot and Amaryllis Tityrus and his dear Clora Tom and Will and their Pastora There wee 'l dance shake hands and sing We have our Laws God bless the King Iz. Walton To my worthy Friend Mr. Alex. Brome WIne ne're to run more clear through quill was made Then through thine is the praise of it convey'd And as by Xeuxis grapes so painted were That even birds to peck
courage baffled fear whose purer soul No bribes could e'r seduce no threats controul But strangely cross'd the proverb brought forth The best of Goods from th' once-pernicious North To whose Integrity your Kingdomes owe Their restauration and what thence does flow Your blest arrival with such prudence still He manag'd these affairs such truth such skill Such valour too he led these Nations through Red Seas of Bloud and yet ne'r wet their shoe Blest be the Heavenly pow'rs that hither sent That Noble Hero as the instrument To scourge away those Furies and to bring To 's longing subjects our long absent King Welcome from forein Kingdoms where you 've been Driv'n by hard-hearted Fate and where you 've seen Strange men and manners yet too truly known No Land less Hospitable than your own From those that would not those that durst not do Right to themselves by being kind to you From profess'd foes and from pretended friends Whose feigned love promotes their cover'd Ends. Kings treating Kings springs not from love but state Their love's to policy subordinate From banishment from dangers and from want From all those mischiefs that depend upon 't You 're truly welcome welcome to your throne Your Crowns and Scepters and what ere 's your own Nay to what 's ours too for we find it true Our wealth is gotten and preserv'd by you Welcome 't your Subjects hearts which long did burn With strong desires to see your bless'd Return Welcome t' your friends welcome t' your wisest foes Whose bought Experience tells them now that those Riches they 've got by plunder fraud and force Do not increase but make their fortunes worse Like Robbers spoyls just as they come they go And leave the wretches poor and wicked too They see their error and that only you Can give them pardon and protection too Since you 're come out o' th fire twelve years refin'd With hardned body and Experienc'd mind Only that crew of Caitiffs who have been So long so deeply plung'd in so great sin That they despair of pardon and believe You can't have so much mercy to forgive As they had villany t' offend and so They to get out the further in do go These never were and never will be true What e'r they say or swear to God or you The scum and scorn of every sort of men That for abilities could scarce tell ten And of estates proportion'd to their parts Of mean enjoyments and of worse deserts Whom want made bold and impudence supply'd Those gifts which art and nature had deny'd And in their practice perfect Atheists too For half-wit and half-learning makes men so These first contriv'd and then promoted all Those troubles which upon your Realm did fall Inflam'd three populous Nations that they might Get better opportunity and light To steal and plunder and our goods might have By robbing those whom they pretend to save Our new commotions new employments made And what was our affliction grew their trade And when they saw the plots th' had laid did take Then they turn'd Gamesters and put in their stake Ventured their All their Credit which was small And next their Conscience which was none all Put on all forms and all Religions own And all alike for they were all of none A thousand of them han't one Christian soul No Oathes oblige them and no Laws controul Their strong desires but poenal ones and those Make them not innocent but cautelous Crimes that are scandalous and yield no gain Revenge or pleasure they perhaps refrain But where a crime was gainful to commit Or pleas'd their lust or malice how they bit This did invade the Pulpit and the Throne And first made them then all that 's ours their own Depos'd the Ministers and Magistrates And in a godly way seiz'd their estates Then did the Gentry follow and the Rich Those neutral sinners by omission which Had good estates for it was not a sin To plunder but t' have ought worth plundring And by religious forms and shews and paints They 're call'd the godly party and the Saints By crafty artless Oratory they Vent'ring to make Orations preach and pray Drew in two silly souls that were Caught with vain shews drawn on by hope and fear Poor undiscerning all believing Elves Fit but to be the ruine of themselves Born to be couzen'd trod on and abus'd Lov'd to be fool'd and easily seduc'd These beasts they make with courage fight and dye Like Andabates not knowing how nor why Till they destroy'd King Kingdome Church and Laws And sacrificed all to Molochs Cause While those possess the fruit of all the toils Of these blind slaves and flourish with their spoils Plum'd with gay feathers stoln like Aesops Crow They seem gay birds but it was only show Now publique lands and private too they share Among themselves whose mawes did never spare Ought they could grasp to get the Royal lands They in Bloud Royal bath'd their rav'nous hands With which they shortly pamper'd grew and rich Then was their bloud infected with the itch Of Pomp and Power and now they must be Squires And Knights and Lords to please their wives desires And Madam them A broken tradesman now Piec'd with Church-Lâ—nds makes all the vulgar bow Unto his honour and their Bonnets vail To 's worship that sold Petticoats or Ale In pomp attire and every thing they did Look like true Gentry but the Soul and Head By which they were discern'd for they were rude With harsh and ill-bred natures still endu'd Proud and penurious What Nobility Sprung in an instant from all trades had we Such t' other things crept into t' other House Whose Sires heel'd stockings and whose Damâ— sold sowse These were Protectors but of such a crew As people Newgate not good men and true These were Lord Keepers but of Cowes and Swine Lord Coblers and Lord Drawers not of Wine Fine Cockney-pageant Lords and Lords Gee-hoo Lords Butchers and Lords Dray-Lords too And to transact with these was hatch'd a brood Of Justices and Squires nor great nor good Rays'd out of plunder and of sequestration Like Frogs of Nilus from an foundation A foundred Warrier when the wars did cease As nat'rally turn'd Justice of the Peace And did with boldness th' office undertake As a blinde Coach-horse does a Stallion make These fill'd all Countreys and in every Town Dwelt one or more to tread your Subjects down And to compleat this Stratagem of theirs They use Auxiliary Lecturers Illiterate Dolts pickt out of every Trade Of the same metal as Jeroboams made That ne'r took Orders nor did any keep But boldly into others Pulpits creep And vent their Heresies and there inspire The vulgar with Sedition who desire Still to be cheated and do love to be Mis-led by th' ears with couzning Sophistrie These sold Divinity as Witches do In Lapland Winds to drive where e'r you go The Sword no action did so dire and fell But that some Pulpiteers pronounc'd
the best of the Nation Are all for the King by a new translation He that won't believe 't is a Jew 3. The poor Caveliers thought all was their own And now was their time to sway But friends they have few and money they 've none And so they mistook their way When they seek for preferments the Rebels do rout ' um And having no money they must go without 'um The Courtiers do carry such stomachs about 'um They speak no English but PAY 4. And those very rebels that hated the King And no such office allow By the help of their boldness and one other thing Are brought to the King to bow And there both pardons and honours they have with which they think they 're secure and brave But the title of Knight on the back of a Knave 〈…〉 's like a saddle upon a sow 5. Those men are but fools as matters now stand That would not be Rebels and Traytors To grow rich and rant o'r the best of the land And tread on the poor Cinque Quaters To do what they list and none dare complain To rise from a cart and drive Charles his wain And for this be made Lords and Knights in grain O 't is sweet to ambitious natures 6. If the times turn about 't is but to comply And make a formal submission And with every new power to live and die Then they are in a safe condition For none are condemned but those that are dead Nor must be secur'd but those that are fled And none but the poor rogues sequestred The great ones buy remission 7. The Fortieth part of their riches will Secure t'other thirty nine And so they will keep above us still But hang 't we 'l ne'r repine The Devil does into their natures creep That they can no more from their villany keep Then a Wolfe broke loose can from killing of sheep Or a Poet refrain from wine 8. Now Heaven preserve our Merciful King And continue his grace and pity And may his prosperity be like a spring And stream from him to the City May James and George those Dukes of renown Be the two supporters of Englands Crown And may all honest men enjoy what 's their own And so I conclude my ditty XIV The Holy Pedler 1. FRom a Forraign shore I am not come to store Your Shops with rare devices No drugs do I bring from the Indian King No Peacocks Apes nor Spices Such wares I do show As in England do grow And are for the good of the Nation Let no body fear To deal in my ware For Sacriledge now 's in fashion 2. I the Pedler am That came from Amsterdam With a pack of new Religions I did every one fit According to 's wit From the Tub to Mahomets pigeons Great trading I found For my spiritual ground Wherein every man was a medler I made people decline The learned Divine And then they bought Heaven of the Pedler 3. First Surplices I took Next the Common-prayer-book And made all those Papists that us'd 'um Then the Bishops and Deans I strip'd of their means And gave it to those that abus'd ' um The Clergy-men next I withdrew from their Text And set up the gifted brother Thus Religion I made But a matter of trade And I car'd nor for one or t'other 4. Then Tythes I fell upon And those I quickly won 'T was prophane in the Clergy to take 'um But they serv'd for the Lay Till I sold them away And so did Religious make 'um But now come away To the Pedler I pray I scorn to rob or cozen If Churches you lack Come away to my pack Here 's thirteen to the dozen 5. Church Militants they be For now we do see They have fought so long with each other The Rump's Churches threw down Those that stood for the Crown And sold them to one another Then come you factious crue Here 's a bargain now for you With the spoils of the Church you may revel Now pull down the bells And then hang up your selves And so give his due to the Devil XV. A Serious Ballade written in 1645. I Love my King and Countrey well Religion and the Laws Which I 'm mad at the heart that e're we did sell To buy the good Old Cause These unnatural wars And brotherly jars Are no delight or joy to me But it is my desire That the wars should expire And the King and his Realms agree 2. I never yet did take up arms And yet I dare to dye But I 'll not be seduc'd by phanatical charms Till I know a Reason why Why the King and the State Should fall to debate I ne'r could yet a reason see But I find many one Why the wars should be done And the King and his Realms agree 3. I love the King and the Parliament But I love them both together And when they by division asunder are rent I know 't is good for neither Which so e'r of those Be victorious I 'm sure for us no good 't will be For our plagues will encrease Unless we have peace And the King and his Realms agree 4. The King without them can't long stand Nor they without the King 'T is they must advise and 't is he must command For their power from his must spring 'T is a comfortless sway Where none will obey If the King han't's right which way shall we They may Vote and make Laws But no good they will cause Till the King and his Realms agree 5. A pure Religion I would have Not mixt with humane wit And I cannot endure that each ignorant knave Should dare to meddle with it The tricks of the Law I would faign withdraw That it may be alike to each degree And I faign would have such As do meddle so much With the King and the Church agree 6. We have pray'd and pay'd that the wars might cease And we be free men made I would fight if my fighting would bring any peace But war is become a trade Our servants did ride with swords by their side And made their Masters foot-men be But we will be no more slaves To the beggars and knaves Now the King and the Realms do agree XVI An Ode Written in 1643. WHat 's this that shrouds WIn these Opacous clouds The glorious face of heav'n and dims our light What must we ever lye Mantled in dark stupidity Still groveling in a daily night And shall we have no more the sun allow'd Why does the Sun grow dim or do the stars grow proud 2. Why should false zeal Thus scorch our common-weal And make us slight bright Phaebus purer fires Why do these plannets run They would but cannot be the Sun Yet every saucy flame aspires Though they 've no reason to affect the same Since they have nought of fire but the meer rage and name 3. Now since our Sun Has left this Horizon Can all the stars though by united pow'r Undark the night Or equal him
their loads they 'ld groan Or with shame would throw them down And live as free From needless cares as we Slight pomp and wealth that makes men melancholly 5. Pray what are all these gaudy bubbles That so boast and rant Of what they think they have but ha'nt But men that had the luck of living And made others fall their thriving Hail-stones got in storms of troubles That for valour are as fit For Knights as to be Squires for wit Inspir'd with pride Did what good men defi'd Grown great by Protean turning and conniving 6. That man that would have me adore him With my heart he must Be noble pow'rful wise and just And improve his parts and power To support not to devour Nor pride nor lust must e'r rule o'r him Th' bug-bear greatness without this An idle empty pageant is He that doth rise And is not good and wise I honour not but pity and deplore him SONG XXXI The Cheerful Heart 1. WHat though these ill times do go cross to our will And fortune still frowns upon us Our hearts are our own and they shall be so still A pin for the plagues they lay on us Let us take t'other cup To keep our hearts up And let it be purest Canary We 'l ne'r shrink or care For the crosses we bear Let 'um plague us until they be weary 2. What though we are made both beggars and slaves Let us stoutly endure it and drink on 'T is our comfort we suffer ' cause we will not be knaves Our redemption will come e're we think on 't We must flatter and fear Those that over us are And make 'um believe that we love 'um When their tyranny's past We will serve them at last As they serv'd those that have been above ' um 3. The Levites do preach for the Goose and the Pig To drink wine but at Christmas and Easter The Doctour doth labour our lives to new-trig And makes nature to fast but we feast her The Lawyer doth bawl Out his lungs and his gall For the Plantiff and for the Defendant At books the Scholar lies Till by Flatus he dies With the ugly hard word at the end on 't 4. But here 's to the man that delights in Sol fa 'T is Sack is his only Rosin A load of heigh-ho's are not worth a ha ha He 's the man for my money that draws in Come a pin for this Muck And a fig for ill Luck 'T is better be blyth and frolick Then to sigh out our breath And invite our own death By the Gout or the stone and the cholick SONG XXXII Made and Set Extempore 1. WHen our glasses flow with Wine And our souls with Sack are rais'd When we 're jeer'd we do not repine Nor are proud when we are prais'd 'T is Sack alone can raise our souls A pin for Christning drinking-bowles 2. Let the Drawer raise our fancies With his wit-refining drink Hang your stories and Romances Those are fit for them that think Let him love that has a mind We to drinking are inclin'd 3. Wit and love are th' only things Which fill the thoughts of Kings and us Imagination makes us Kings And that 's rais'd by doing thus Drink your Sack let wit alone Wit by drinking best is shown SONG XXXIII The Answer to the Curse against Ale 1. OGag for shame that strumpet muse Let not her Spanish tongue abuse Our wholsome and Heroick English juice 2. 'T was not this loyal liquor shut Our Gates against our Soveraign but Strange drinks into one tub together put 3. When Ale was drink Canonical There were no theeves nor watch nor wall Men neither stole nor lack'd for Ale was all 4. That Poet ought be dry or dumb And to our brown bowls never come Who drinking Ale vents only dregs and scum 5. Nor had that Souldier drunk enough For Ale both valour gives and buffe Makes men unkickable and cudgel-proof 6. 'T was the meal not meal-man was the cause The mill fell down for one small clause In one meal-act hath overthrown our lawes 7. The worth of Ale none can proclaim But by th' assistance of the same From it our Land derives its noblest name 8. With this men were inspir'd but not As kick shaw-brains are now God wot Inspir'd that is run mad none knows with what 9. How did our stout fore-fathers make All Antichristian Nations quake When they their Nut-brown bowles and bills did take 10. What noble sparks old Ale did kindle But now strange drinks do make men dwindle And Pigmies get scarce fit to sway a spindle 11. This liquor makes the drinkers fight Stoutly while others stoutly write This both creates the Poet and the Knight 12. This makes the drawer in his Gown And chain to ride and rule the Town Whose orient Nose exemplifies his frown 13. How reverently the burly Host With basket-hilted pot and tost Commands the bak'd-meats and then rules the rost 14. But oh the Brewer bears the bell This makes him to such highness swell As none but Ale-inspir'd can think or tell 15. Divert that curse then or give o're Don Philip can hurt Ale no more Then his Armado England heretofore SONG XXXIV The Reformation 1. TEll not me of Lords or Lawes Rules or Reformation All that 's done's not worth two strawes To the welfare of the Nation Men in power do rant it still And give no reason but their will For all their domination Or if they do an act that 's just 'T is not because they would but must To Gratifie some parties lust Or meerly for a fashion 2. Our expence of bloud and purse Has produc'd no profit Men are still as bad or worse And will be what e'r comes of it We 've shuffled out and shuffled in The persons but retain the sin To make our game the surer Yet spite of all our pains and skill The knaves all in the pack are still And ever were and ever will Though something now demurer 3. And it cannot but be so Since those toyes in fashion And of souls so base and low And meer Bigots of the Nation Whose designs are power and wealth At which by rapines fraud and stealth Audaciously they vent'r ye They lay their consciences aside And turn with every wind and tide Puff'd on by Ignorance and pride And all to look like Gentry 4. Crimes are not punish'd cause they 'r crimes But ' cause they 're low and little Mean men for mean faults in these times Make satisfaction to a tittle While those in office and in power Boldly the underlings devour Our cobweb-Cobweb-laws can't hold ' um They sell for many a Thousand crown Things which were never yet their own And this is law and custome grown Cause those do judge that sold ' um 5. Brothers still with Brothers brawl And for trifles sue 'um For two pronouns that spoil all Those contentious Meum Tuum The wary lawyer buyes and builds While the Client sells his fields To
is true but how If I know more then Socrates did know He knew one thing that he did nothing know I know two things that I know nought nor thou XXIII On Time OUr joyful years do pass too soon away A minutes grief seems an eternal day XXIV On a blind and lame Beggar HOw happily fate hath together joyn'd Two feeble men one lame and t' other blindâ— The blind Man bears the lame the lame supplies By his direction t' other's want of eyes See what the iron power of need can do It makes the blind to see the lame to go XXV On a Spartan Lady A Spartan Lady bravely stew her son Because she saw him from the battail run Thou canst not be quoth she a Spartan known Unless thy valiant mind declare thee one XXVI On Philip of Macedon JOve shut the gates of heav'n for Philip sayes He 'l enter it since earth and sea obeys His powerful scepter there is left no room On earth for him he must to heaven come XXVII The Answer I Will not though I may shut heaven gates Nor do I care for Philip or his threats If Earth and Sea his scepter do obey The way to Heaven 's too narrow Hell 's his way XXVIII Frugality USe thy Estate as if thou 'ldst dye to day Yet spare thy Estate as if thou 'ldst live for ay He 's truly wise who whe'r he spend or spare Observes the mean and does extreams forbear XXIX On two Wives I Blame him not who having one wife had Another seeks the last was good or bad If good he hopes there are of such good store If bad he hopes he shall haue such no more XXX On a Murtherer A Flying Murtherer lay beneath a wall That was all ruinous and like to fall An Angel to him did in 's sleep appear Bad him be gone and lodge some other where No sooner gone but down the wall straight fell Then he thanks God that he escap'd so well The Angel said Dost think I like thy deed Because from this destruction I thee freed Sins of this nature never scape my curse Thou' rt saved from this death to meet a worse XXXI On a Fisherman A Fisher while he angled in a brook A dead mans skull by chance hung on his hook The pious man in pity did it take To bury it a Grave with 's hand did make And as he digg'd found gold Thus to good men Good turns with good turns are repay'd agen XXXII On a burnt Ship UNhappy Ship that must by flames expire And having scap'd by waters fall by fire The Step-dame Sea hath safely landed Thee Thy mother Earth's more treacherous then she XXXIII Aliter I That ere while of waters was afraid For lack of waters am by fire destroy'd You waves whom late I curst I now implore Then I 'd too much and now I long for more XXXIV On a Covetous Man THou that art counted rich I count thee poor Use only shews our wealth we have no more Then what we use what we keep for our heirs We cannot say 't is our goods for 't is theirs XXXV On Hermocrates HErmocrates made 's will when sickness came And made himself Exec'tor of the same Then he began to count how much 't would cost To th' Doctor and himself for the health he 'd lost But when he saw to how much it did come He 'ld rather dye then give so great a sum So to keep 's wealth and to save charges dies His Heirs do mourn in Sack and braveries XXXVI On a poor and sick Man WHen age and sickness did upon me seise Of age none could of want none would me ease With palsy'd limbs I to my grave did go And there did end my want and sickness too The lawes of fate preposterously were plac'd I found my grave at first my death at last XXXVII On a Hare A Hare unsafe by land leap'd into th' main Flying land-dogs was by a sea-dog slain Poor worm flies she to Earth to Sea to Skie Each hath a dog and she by dogs must dye XXXVIII On Balaams Asse THe Prophet Balaam wondred heretofore An Asse could speak and now there 's none speak more XXXIX Upon Democritus and Heraclitus WEep Heraclitus it fits the age where in Nothing but filth nothing but sorrow's seen And laugh Democritus laugh while thou list Nothing but folly nought but vain thou seest This alwaies weeps that still remains in gladness Yet both endure one labour both on sadness Now need requires since all the World is mad A thousand laughing and a thousand sad 'T is time the World turn'd madness is so sore T' Anticera the grass to Hellebore XL. Out of Catullus MY Mistress saith she 'll marry none but me Though Jove himself should force her unto it But Womens words unto their lovers be So firm they may in wind or waves be writ XLI On an Astronomer that tryed by rules of Art to find whether he were a Cuckold STar-gazing fool thou from the signs would'st see And Planets face what thy wives dealings be She does her works below where Sun ne'r pries And though she 's light she mounts not to the skies ' Cause she 's kept down by men if in the sphear Thou Venus see thou think'st thy wife is there And if the Bull or Aries thou dost see Thou think'st they are reflections of thee Fool keep at home when thou abroad dost go In imitation her legs do so too And when thou gazest in the skies to know Her works she does even what she please below XLII On Geneva's Arms. GEneva bears the Eagle and the Key The Empires this and that the Papacy If th' Emperour's Eagle and the Pope agen Resume his Key where is thy Empire then XLIII To a sad Widow WHile widdow'd wife for thy drown'd husband thou Dost with perpetual tears thy cheeks bedew Eterniz'd in three graves his happy shade In water twice and once in Earth is laid XLIV On a bribed Judge TWo parties had a difference and the cause Did come to be decided by the Laws The bribing Plaintiff did the Judge present With a new Coach T'other with same intent Gives him two Horses each with like design To make the Judge to his own side incline The cause being try'd the Plantiffs overthrown O Coach quoth he thou art the wrong way gone The Judge reply'd It cannot but be so For where his Horses draw your Coach must go XLV To a jealous Husband IN vain thou shutt'st thy doors by day in vain Windows by night thy wifes lust to refrain For if a Woman only chaste will be In watch and ward she has no chastity XLVI On proud Rome SHut up ye Gods the gates of Heaven above And do thou keep thy heavenly Castle Jove Now sea and Land are subject unto Rome Only to Heaven they 've yet a path to come XLVII Against Mourning MEn justly prayse the Thracians who do mourn When children from their mothers womb are born But dead they think
Johnsons sociable rules for the Apollo LEt none but Guests or Clubbers hither come Let Dunces Fools sad sor did men keep home Let learned civil merry men b'invited And modest too nor the choice Ladies sleighted Let nothing in the treat offend the Guests More for delight then cost prepare the feasts The Cook and Purvey'r must our palats know And none contend who shall sit high or low Our waiters must quick-sighted be and dumb And let the drawers quickly hear and come Let not our wine be mixt but brisk and neat Or else the dinkers may the Vintners beat And let our only emulation be Not drinking much but talking wittily Let it be voted lawful to stir up Each other with a moderate chirping cup Let none of us be mute or talk too much On serious things or sacred let 's not touch With sated heads and bellies Neither may Fidlers unask'd obtrude themselves to play With laughing leaping dancing jests and songs And what ere else to grateful mirth belongs Let 's celebrate our feasts And let us see That all our jests without reflection be Insipid Poems let no man rehearse Nor any be compell'd to write a verse All noise of vain disputes must be for born And let the lover in a corner mourn To fight and brawl like Hectors let none dare Glasses or windows break or hangings tare Who ere shall publish what 's here done or said From our Society must be banished Let none by drinking do or suffer harm And while we stay let us be alwaies warm LIV. Cromwell's Panegyrick upon his riding in triumph over the baffled City of L. SHall Presbyterian bells ring Cromwel's praise While we stand still and do no Trophies raise Unto his lasting name Then may we be Hung up like bells for our malignity Well may his Nose that is dominical Take pepper in 't to see no Pen at all Stir to applaud his merits who hath lent Such valour to erect a monument of lasting praise whose name shall never dye While England has a Church or Monarchy He whom the laurell'd Army home did bring Riding Triumphant o'r his conquer'd King He is the Generals Cypher now and when He 's joyn'd to him he makes that one a Ten. The Kingdomes Saint England no more shall stir To cry St. Geooge but now St. Oliver He 's the Realms Ensign and who goes to wring His Nose is forc'd to cry God save the King He that can rout an Army with his name And take a City ere he views the same His Souldiers may want bread but ne'r shall fear While he 's their General the want of Beer No Wonder they wore Bayes his Brewing-fat Helicon-like makes Poets Laureat When Brains in those Castalian liquors swim We sing no Heathenisâ— Pean but an Hymn And that by th' Spirit too for who can chuse But sing Hosanna to his King of Jews Tremble you Scottish zealots you that han't Freed any Conscience from your Covenant That for those bald Appellatives of Cause Religion and the Fundamental Laws Have pull'd the old Episcopacy down And as the Miter so you 'll serve the Crown You that have made the Cap to th' Bonnet vail And make the Head a servant to the Tail And you curst spawn of Publicans that sit In every County as a plague to it That with your Yeomen Sequestrating Knaves Have made whole Counties beggarly and slaves You Synod that have sate so long to know Whether we must believe in God or no You that have torn the Church and sate t' impaire The Ten Commandements the Creed the Prayer And made your honours pull down heavens glory While you set up that Calf your Directory We shall no wicked Jews-ear'd Elders want This Army 's made of Churches Militant These are new Tribes of Levi for they be Clergy yet of no University Pull down your Crests for every bird shall gather From your usurping backs a stolen feather Your Great Lay-Levite P. whose Margent tires The patient Reader while he blots whole quires Nay reams with Treason and with Nonsence too To justifie what e'r you say or do Whose circumcised ears are hardly grown Ripe for another Persecution He must to Scotland for another pair For he will lose these if he tarry here Burges that Reverend Presby-dean of Pauls Must with his Poundage leave his Cure of Souls And into Scotland trot that he may pick Out of the Kirk and nick-nam'd Bishoprick And Will the Conquerour in a Scottish dance Must lead his running Army into France And that still-gaping Tophet Goldsmiths-Hall With all its Furies shall to ruine fall We 'll be no more gull'd by that Popish story But shall reach heav'n without that Purgatory What honour does he merit what renown By whom all these oppressions are pull'd down And such a Government is like to be In Church and State as eye did never see Magicians think he 'll set up Common-Prayer Looking in 's face they find the Rubrick there His Name shall never dye by fire nor floud But in Church-windows stand where pictures stood And if his soul loathing that house of clay Shall to another Kingdome march away Under some Barns-floor his bones shall lye Who Churches did and Monuments defie Where the rude Thrasher with much knocking on Shall wake him at the Resurrection And on his Grave since there must be no Stone Shall stand this Epitaph That he has none LV. A Record in Rhythme Being an Essay towards the Reformation of the Law offer'd to the Consideration of the Committee appointed for that purpose Written by some men of Law at a time when they had little else to do By A. B. London ss BE it remembred now that formerly To wit last Term o' th' holy Trinity Before the Keepers of the liberty Of England by the full authority Of the long Parliament at Westminster Priscilla Morecrave widow came by her Atturney M. B. and prefers I' th Court of Upper Bench a bill of hers Against one Roger Pricklove who doth lye A prisoner in the Marshalls Custody Et caetera and 't is upon a plea Of trespass on the Case Pledges there be To prosecute the suite to wit John Doe And Richard Roe And the said bill also Doth follow in these very words to wit In legal manner London Scilicet Declaration By M. B. Priscilla Morecrave Widow doth complain Of Roger Pricklove who doth now remain Prisoner to th' Marshal of the Marshalsie Of the said Keepers of the Liberty Of England by authority and power Of Parliament i' th' Bench superiour Before the same Keepers themselves that be For that to wit whereas the aforesaid she Priscilla Morecrave is a person just Honest and faithful one that never durst Give the least cause for to be thought unchast But hath liv'd ever modest and was grac't With godly education and demurely Behav'd her self and all her life most purely Hath with the zealous and precise consorted And free from all uncleanness was reported Who never was amongst the
And that she truly doth reply and don 't lye She prays may be inquired by the Country Rejoynder By A. B. And the aforesaid Roger saith the Plea By her the said Priscilla formerly Put in and pleaded by her Replication In the aforesaid manner form and fashion And the whole matter that 's contained there Are not sufficient in the law for her The said Priscilla to maintain her aforesaid Suit against him and there need be no more said Nor by the laws of England is it fit That he should make answer unto it This to averr he 's ready Whereupon For want of better Replication In this behalf he doth a judgment pray And that she from having her action may Be barr'd for this against him And for The causes why he doth in Law demurr Upon that Replication he the said Roger according to the Statute made And in such case provided doth declare And shew to th' Court of Upper Bench that 's here These causes following to wit that this Said Replication insufficient is Negative pregnant and uncertain rude Double wants form and does not conclude Rightly according to the legal way Joyning in Demurrer By A. B. And she the said Priscilla here doth say That the said Plea which by reply has been Pleaded by her and what 's contain'd therein In point of Law good and sufficient be Her suit against him to maâ—ntain And she That Plea and matter pleaded as above Is ready here both to maintain and prove As this Court shall consider and think fit And ' cause he does not answer it nor yet Deny the Replication any way The said Priscilla as before doth pray Judgement and dammages to be judg'd to her For all this injury which he did do her But ' cause this Court here not advised is Of giving judgment of the premises A day 's giv'n to both parties to appear I' th Upper Bench before the Keepers here At Westminster till Munday after eight Dayes of St. Hillary for the receipt And hearing of their Judgment upon it For that the Court is not advis'd as yet LVI To the Kings most Sacred Majesty on his miraculous and glorious return 29. May 1660. NOw our Spring-royal's come this cursed ground Which for twelve years with Tyrants did abound Bears Kings again a memorable Spring May first brought forth May now brings home our King Auspicious Twenty ninth this day of Mirth Now gives Redemption which before gave Birth Hark how th' admiring people cry and shout See how they flock and leap for joy the Rout Whose Zeal and Ignorance for many years Devis'd those Goblins Jealousies and Fears And fighting blindfold in those puzling Mists Rais'd by the conjuring of their Exorcists Wounded and chas'd and kill'd each other while Their Setters-on did share the prey and smile Now the delusion 's o'r do plainly see What once they were what now they ought to be T' abused Trumpet that was only taught To inspire Rebellion now corrects its fault Tun'd by your Fame and with more chearful voyce Contributes sounds and helps us to Rejoyce The Guns which roar'd for your best subjects bloud Disown their cause now better understood The Bells that for sedition long chim'd in As if themselves too Rebaptiz'd had been Convert their notes ecchoing with louder peal The harmony of Church and Common-weal While in contiguous Bon-fires all the Nation Paint their late fears and sport with Conflagration 'Bout which rejoycing Neighbours friendly meet And with fresh wood the kind devourer greet Mean while th' old Subjects who so long have slept In Caves and been miraculously kept From Rage and Famine while the only thing That fed and cloath'd them was the hope of King Do all New-plume themselves to entertain Your long'd-for Majesty and welcome Train And as in Job's time 't was those Spurious things Who look like Subjects but did ne'r love Kings Appear among your Subjects in array That 's undiscernable unless more gay All with loud hallows pierce the smiling skies While brandish'd Swords please and amaze our eyes Why then should only I stand still and bear No part of triumph in this Theatre Though I 'm not wise enough to speak t' a King What 's worth his ear nor rich enough to bring Gifts worthy his acceptance though I do Not ride in Buff and Feathers in the show Which Pomp I did industriously eschew That Cost being more to me than th' shew to you Nor do I love a Souldiers garb to own When my own Conscience tells me I am none Yet I 'll do duty too for I 've a mind Will not be idle but will something find To bid my SGVERAIGN Welcome to his own Long-widow'd Realm his Scepter Crown Throne And though too mean and empty it appear If he afford a well-pleas'd Eye and Ear His pow'r can't by my Weakness be withstood Bee 't what it will he 'll find or make it good Hail long-desired Soveraign you that are Now our sole joy and hope as once our fear The Princely Son of a most pious Sire Whose Precepts and Example did inspire Your tender years with virtues that become A King that 's fit to rule all Christendome Which your great Soul hath so improved since Europe can't shew such an accomplish'd Prince Whose whole life 's so exemplary that you Convinc'd those foes which we could not subdue And those that did t' your Court t' abuse you come Converted Proselytes returned home Such strong and sympathetick virtues lye In your great name it cures when you 're not nigh Like Weapon-salve If fame can reach up to This height of Cures what will your person do Your Subjects high'st Ambition and their Cure Bold Rebels terrour you that did endure What e'r the Wit or Malice of your foes Could lay on you or yours yet stoutly chose To suffer on rather than to requite Their injuries and grew Victorious by 't And by your patient suffering did subdue The Traytors fury and the Traytors too The great King makers favourite a Prince Born to a Crown and kept for 't ever since From Open force from all the Close designs Of all your Foes and all our Catilines From all th' insatiate malice of that bold Bloud-thirsty Tyrant from his sword and gold Which hurt you more and from your own false Friends Whom he still kept in pay to serve his ends Yet you 're deliver'd out of all these things By your Protector who 's the King of Kings No more that proud Usurper shall proclame Those partial Conquests which but brand his name To all posterity no more remember His thrice auspicious third day of September Since he fought not for victories but paid Nor were you conquer'd by him but betray'd And now your May by love has gotten more Than his Septembers did by bloud before Thanks to that Glory of the West that Star By whose conductive influence you are Brought to enjoy your own whose em'nent worth These Islands are to small to Eccho sorth Whose