Selected quad for the lemma: cause_n
Text snippets containing the quad
|
ID |
Title |
Author |
Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication) |
STC |
Words |
Pages |
|
A25673
|
The Anti-weesils, a poem giving an account of some historical and argu-mental passages happening in the Lyon's Court.
|
|
1691
(1691)
|
Wing A3516; ESTC R10067
|
13,470
|
32
|
bleak Storms and Rain the surest Fence Where Serpents lurk and how to drive 'em thence A pleasant Vale there was with Woods embrac'd With purling Streams and Riv'lets interlac'd Where oft sweet Zephyr to his Chloris brings Panchean Odours on his Balmy Wings Not far from Cows where wont the Steed to pass His thoughtful hours revolving on the Grass Him here he meets Neither unwelcom nor perhaps unsent And press with Kingness and with Argument For rarely Reason's Darts successless prove When edg'd with Friendship when wing'd with Love He entertain'd him with a chearful Face And did his Offer willingly embrace By a small Hilleck with thick Osiers crown'd They couch'd 'em soft upon the verdant Ground Near a fair Brook which gently murmuring ran Where soon the kind Adviser thus began THE Anti-Weesils PART II. So may great Neptune ever grant increase Of happy Years and long unenvy'd Peace So kind Apollo your lost Health restore And hardly love his own wing'd Courser more As I design your Happiness as you Believe my kind Intentions just and true But say by all our ancient Friendship say So long what makes you from the Pallace stray Why never yet did you at Court appear And why this close retirement holds you here Nor sullen Malice is' t nor vain Desire Of Rich Caparisons or mounting higher Has kept me thence replies the generous Steed Nor this I have nor those I ask or need Let the proud Mule on golden Trappings doat Embroidered deep to hide his ragged Coat These Plains afford enough and when they 're gon Worst hap that may the Common's still my own But to be free and tell you in a Word Allegiance to my last unhappy Lord Still chains me here and holds my Captive Mind Stronger than Links of Adamant can bind That Gordion Knot I now almost despair My self to unty and less to break it dare Tho either soon would make me free as air If that be all rejoyn'd the Hart you 're free Trust your own Eyes unless amiss they see You are long since at perfect Liberty Those fatal Links whereof you thus complain Are only an Imaginary Chain Did not th' Old Lion with enraged Claws Rend that at once and all the Forest Laws Level'd each Fence and every ancient Hold And Garison'd with Wolves each trembling Fold The faithful Mastives too were dragg'd away From their lov'd Folds at once and chearful Day And in the Royal Dungeon Fetter'd lay And worse than all curst Isgrim's Whelp design'd Posterity as well as us to blind To fill the Throne and Lord it o're the Sylvian kind Was ever stupid Goodness more abus'd So much we gave he thought we 'd nothing have refus'd Of such Success may ne're such Masters fail As he who sent the Dog to fetch his Tail Of Love repeat the Story quoth the Steed The courteous Hart consenting did proceed A Yeoman once near Arden was possess'd Of three fair Farms and liv'd upon the best In all his Vertues list not over-large Too much good Nature ne're was laid t' his charge His Servants he 'd forgive when first he 'd bang'd 'em And pardon all Offenders when h 'had hang'd ' em A Dog he had with dreadful Teeth and Paws Who right or wrong would fight his Masters Cause True Spaniel Breed did those that beat him love He was a right old Dog at Stick or Glove To run to fetch and carry or seek out To swim or dive or range the Fields about Nimble as ever Juglers Dog was seen And would as fast come o're for King and Queen Besides an House-dog true Heavens how he 'd roar If Friend or Foe came near his Masters Door The more ungrateful he such Faith t' abuse So tame so true a Slave so ill to use It chanc'd as on a day they went abroad His Master met some Friends upon the Road. Or Friends they were or such at least they seem Tho more 't is thought they lov'd his Flocks than him For this the Dog they hate whose watchful Cry At midnight oft reveal'd when Theeves were nigh And ask his Master why the Cur he 'd keep For nothing fit but worrying harmless Sheep Friends your mistaken Guess says he is lost Then his good Qualities begins to boast The cheif that he might kick him like a Ball Yet durst he not refuse his Beck or Call To a revengeful Snap did ne're incline His worst Resentments were a gentle whine But I 'll convince you all beyond dispute My Power and his Subjection's absolute His Hanger drawn he with a grisly Wound Cuts off his Tail and throws it on the ground Then thinking Spaniel-Love would still prevail He gives the Word There Fray go fetch thy Tail Anger and Pain and Shame at once Surprize The wounded Cur he rolls his bloody Eyes And scarce forbears but at their Throats he flies How're no more with such a Lord will stay But at the next Cross-road runs quite away Now let his Master walk from France to Spain He 'll never such a Spaniel find again Who if he e're returns from whence he fled Will give 'em leave after his Tail to send his Head The sober Steed kept Countenance a while But at the Stories end indulg'd a Smile Then answer'd thus The Moral I confess Is but too plain for any one to guess As clear our Patience has too far been try'd And what vvas felt in vain would be deny'd That Right or Wrong no longer were observed Nor Property nor Oaths nor Laws preserv'd That the Old Lion by his Wolves misted Resolv'd on all our Liberties to tread Resolv'd our Spacious Forest to enslave And took those Charters which he never gave But is not here Obedience more Divine If he has broke his Oaths must I break mine No need return'd the Hart 't is loos'd before The Chain 's unlink'd and holds you now no more He has his End unty'd and sets you free VVou'd you be won to use your Liberty Nor with such airy Chains your Conscience bind And drag an useless Load of Links behind I by your Judgment might perhaps abide Did any Forest Law the Case decide But this I ne're could see the Steed reply'd To this the Hart Tho such there once might be Expect not now those Sacred Rolls to see Destroy'd long since by wolfish Policy Yet Footsteps of a Contract still remain Nor sure are our Consents yet askt in vain The first glad day of each new Sovereigns Reigh And Contracts fastned with a mutual Oath Have mutual Bands whoe're breaks one breaks both If his Condition bee'nt therein declar'd 'T is so invidious it might well be spar'd But Reason wills it should be still imply'd As 't is betwixt the Bridegroom and his Bride VVhat Reason dictates none can disapprove The Laws of Reason are the Laws of Jove VVho gave the Kingly Lion Sovereign Sway Obliging all the Forest to obey For what but all the furry Nations Good Not that he still should revel in