That when I shall come to re-visit you I may much glory and so much the more To see them good that were deprau'd before Nor doe I onely shadow such should giue Example vnto others how to liue But ev'n such vice-supporters as begin Brauado-like to gallant it in sin These are incorrigible saying their state Transcends the power of any Magistrate For why they 're Gentlemen whence they alleadge They may be drunkards by a priuiledge But I would haue you tell them this from me There is no such thing in gentilitie Those that will worthily deserue that name Must by their vertues character the same For vice and generous birth if vnderstood Differ as much in them as ill from good Besides if they do snuffe when they 're reproou'd Or seeme as if forsooth their blood were moov'd Tell them that weake and slender is that towne VVhen snuffes haue power to menace iustice down Shew me true Resolution they may know That God hath placed Magistrates below Who haue power to controle and chastice sin bin And blest's that town where such commaund hath For tell me if when great men do offend Iustice were speech-lesse to what especiall end Should lawes enacted be Since they do take Nothing but Flies like th'webs which spiders make Where small ones they both ta'ne and punish'd be While great ones breake away more easily But rightly is it which that Cynicke sayde Who seeing iustice oâ— a time ore-swaid And ouer bearded by a great-mans will Why thus it is quoth he with Iustice still Since th' golden Age did leue her for at first She was true-bred and scorn'd to be enforst To ought but right yea such was Time as then Things lawfull were most royall amongst men But now she that should be a sharpe edg'd axe To cut downe all sin 's made a nose of waxe Wherein it 's Iustice if I not mistake it What ere it be iust as the Great-men make it But Saturne is not banisht from your towne For well I know there 's perfect iustice showne There Themis may be sayd to haue her seate VVhere poore-ones may be heard as well as great There 's no corruption but euen weight to all Equally temper'd firme impartiall Sincere Iudicious and so well approu'd As they that iustice loue or ere haue lov'd Are bound to hold that Corporation deere Since in her colours she 's presented there Nor do I only speake of such as be Iustices nam'd within your libertie But of those men wâ—ere with your Bench is grac't And by Commission ore the County plac't There may we see one take in hand the cause Ferreting out the secrecy of th'lawes Anatomizing euery circumstance Where if he ought omit it s a meere chance So serious is he and withall so speedy As sure his Pater noster's not more ready Yea I haue wondred how he could containe So many law-querâ—es in so small a braine For as we see full of in summer time When Sun begins more South ward to incline A showre of haile-stones railing in the aire Euen so for better can I not compare His lawe exhaling meteors wâ—uld he Send out his Showre of law-termes vsually So as I thought and manie in those places That it did thunder lawe and raine downe cases Yea I haue knowne some strucke in such a blunder As they imagin'd that his words were thunder Which to auoide poore snakes so scar'd were they As they would leaue the Bench and snâ—ake away There may we see another so well knowne To penall statutes as there is not one So well experienst in them he does make him Which can by any kinde of meanes escape him Besides for execution which we call The soueraigne end and period of all Yea which may truly be esteem'd the head From whence the life of Iustice doth proceed He merits dew respect witnesse I say Those whipping-stocks erected in th' high way With stockes and pilleries which he hath seâ— To haue the vagrant Begger soundly bet Nor doth he want for any one of these A statute in warme store if that he please Which on occasion he can well produce Both for himselfe and for his Countries vse Another may we see though spare of speech And temporate in discourse yet he may teach By his effectuall words the rasher sort Who speake so much as they are taxed foâ—'t Yea so discreetly sober as I wish Many were of that temper as he is For then I know their motions would be good Nor would they speake before they vnderstood Another solid and though blunt in words Yet maâ—ke him and his countrey scarse affords One more â—â—â—cious pithy in discourse Sound in his reasons or of more remorce To such as are distressed for he 'l take The pore mans cause though he be nere so weake And much haue I admir'd him in Surueigh Of his deserts showne more from day to day That he should so disualue worldly praise When euery man seekes his esteeme to raise And worthyly for neuer nature brought Foorth to the world a man so meanely wrought Of such rare workemanship as you shall finde Inth ' exquisite peâ—fection of his minde Yea if too partiall though't I should not be In that he hath been still a friend to me I could expresse such arguments of loue As were of force th'obduratst hearts to moue To admiration of those vertues rest Within the generous table of his brest But I haue euer hated so has hee â—'To paint mens worths in words of flatterie Yea I'doe know it derogates from worth To haue her selfe in colours shadow'd forth Sith vertue rather craues for to be knowen Vnto her selfe then vnto others showen Onely thus much I le say ordain'd he was Euen in his Cradle others to surpasse Since for his education it may seeme Being in mountaines bred that it was meane But now of such an equall forme combin'de As he is strong in body and in minde Sinâ—erely honest and so well approu'd As where he is not known hâ—â—'s heard lou'd So as on Mountaines born his thoughts aspire To Sions mount Ioues triumphant quire Another there 's who howsoere he seeme In th' eie of some distemper'd iudgements mene In vnderstanding I doe know his wit Out-strips the most of those that câ—nâ—uâ—e it Besides there 's in him parts of more desert For Nature is supplide in him by Art And wheras som to 's wit impute the wrong I rather doe impute it to his tongue Since well I know by due experience At such times as he deign'd me conference For reading profound reason â—ipe conceipts Discourse of stories arguing of estates Such generall iudgement he in all did show As I was wrapt with admiration how MeÌ„ could esteem so menely hairebraind-elues Of such an one was wiser then themselues It s true indeed hee 's not intemperate As this age fashions nor opinionate But humble in his iudgement which may be Some cause that he is censur'd as we see Alas of griefe none should be deemed
discontent Famine at hòme surcharg'd with sorrowes loade Debt with a Sâ—rgeant dogging thee abroad Haue any these whereof thou hast had part Been of that force to mollifie his heart Haue all thy cries and Orphanes teres together Moou'd him ô no they are as if a fether Were here and there tost with each gale of winde Thou shalt not finde that temper in his mind For hâ— is cauteris'd and voide of sence And thanks his God he has a conscience Can stand remorcelesse 'gainst both winde and weather â—â—hough he and 's Conscience goe to hell together Yea he dâ—th feele no more thy piteous mone Then doth an Anuile when it s strooke vpon Why then shouldst thou thus striue against the streame T' importune him that seemes as in a dreame Secure of hell carelesse of thy distresse Fie take vpon thee some more manlinesse Rouse thy deiected spirits which now lie As if surprised by a lethargie Wipe wipe those eyes with briny streamelings drownd And plant thy selfe vpon a firmer ground Then thus to wast thy griefe enthralled heart Which done pray tell me but what better art Well if thou wilt but silence thy iust wrong For one halfe howre or hardly for so long I le shew the best I can of art and skill With an vnbounded measure of good will To tell thy cruell lord that there 's a doome As well as here in after time to come I le tell him boldly though I chance to moue him For all he 's lord there is a Lord aboue him Before whose throne he must come to account For Syons-Lord is that Lord Paramount Who swayes the massie orbe of heauen and earth Brething on euery creature that brings forth It 's he that giues to each increase and store Girdling the swelling Ocean with a shore The proudest Peeres he to subiection brings And prostrate lies the Diadems of Kings By him oppressors feele there is a God That can reuenge and chastice with his rodde Yea thy iniurious Lord I meane to tell Though he thinks of no hell he 's finde a hell And those distreaming teres which thou hast shed Are by thy louing father bottled For there 's no teres sighs sorrowes grieues or mones Which come from any of his little ones But in his due compassion still exprest Vnto their cause he 'le see their wronges redrest How thinks 't of this will not these things enforce In thy relentlesse Lands-lord a remorse Sooner and deeper of that minde am I Then puling with thy finger in thine eye Well I will make attempt which if it fall Out to my wishes as I hope it shall The onely fee which I expect of thee Is that thou wouldst poure out thy prayers for me Meare time pray for thy selfe while I expresse Thy grieues and heauens grant to my hopes successe Now rent-inhauncer where away so fast Pray stay a little sir for all your haste Perchance you may more profit by your stay Thâ—n if you should leaue me and goe your way For I coniecture whither you are going Nay doe not blush to soâ—â—e poore snakes vndoing To â—oot out some poore Family or other Speake freely man do not your conscience smother I st not you Suck-blood to oppresse the poore And put him and his children out a dore I st not to take aduantage on some thing Or other for his vtter ruining Ist not because thou art not halfe content That he should sit vpon so easie rent And therefore takes occasion vpon naught Forgiuing somthing he neither said nor thought If such effects make thee abroad to come Thou might with safer conscience stay at home For whence be these exactions thus to stretch And racke thy Tenants thou wilt say t' enrich Thy priuate Coffers which in time may be A faire estate to thy posteritie Or if not to encrease thy wealth or store For to maintaine thy ryot or thy whore O thou forlorne and miserable man Come these conclusions from a Christian Be these the ends whereto thou wert created To loue those things which make thy soule most hated I me sorry for thee yet vnhappy Elfe Why should I grieue that grieues not for thy selfe How canst thou thinke thy children shall possesse Long that estate is got by wickednesse Or how imaginst that it can succeede VVell wiâ—h thy short liu'd heires or with their seede VVhen all that welth was gathered to their hand Came from the cries and curses of the land No no thou greedy spunge that sucks vp store Yet more thou suckes thou needest still the more Euill got goods howbeit neare soe fayre Seldome enioyed are by th' third heire For wauering is that state is raisd by wrong Built its on Sand and cannot hold out long Yea I haue seene euen in that little time Which I haue liu'd Som of you in their prime And so erected to the height of state As you might seeme to be admired at For braue attendance sumptuous attire For fare pleasure what you could desire In building gorgeous so as you might be Styled the heires of Earths felicitie Yet 'lasse againe how quickly haue I seene These men shrunke downe as if they had not been Their pompe decreas'd their great attendance gon And for their many dishes one or none True for how can it any other 's chuse Since God hath promisd not to blesse that house Which aimes at welth and honour for to rise By Orphanes teares and woefull widows cries Then for the first thou sees how it is vaine To thinke that thy posterity can raigne Or long abide in that estates possession Is got by fraud collusion or oppression Now I will see whereto thy labours tend To squize the poore that thou may better spend On wanton consorts Souls eternall curse The first was ill but this is ten-times worse It s well obseru'd that when wee doe begin One sinne 's attended by an other sinne They come in paires which seemes approud to be In none opprâ—ssor bâ—tter then in thee It s not enough to prey vpon the Poore But thou must spend his state vpon thy whoore So that me thinkes I almost might auer It s rather he then thou maintaineth her Must his night cares and early rising to His dayly labours when and where to sow His painefull tillage and his slender fare His griefe when 's crops the lesse successiue are His many howers of want few of content His special care to pay his Lands-lords rent Must he that earnes his liuing best we know Being as God command'd in 's sweat ofs Brow Must he the sleepes with many a troubled head To finde his wife and hungry children bread Must he I say for all his lifes disquiet Maintaine thy whoredome and excessiue riot Must he support thee in thy vaine delights Thy midnight reuels and thy pagent sights Thy new inuented fashions and thy port Must he at th' Cart maintaine thy pride at Courâ— If this he doe this doome to thee is giuen Court it on earth
harbour now and then Within the bosomes of the greatest men Yea nought I doe but I againe will doe it Nor ought will write but I will answer to it Yet would I not great Bacchus haue thee thinke My Muse can into that obliuion sinke As to become forgetfull so of thee For so she might vnthankfull seeme to be As neuer to record thy worthy Name Since I confesse from thee that spirit came Which first inspir'd my Muse by thee exprest For when she spoke the least she wrot the best Yea thou it was and so I le euer hold That quickned me and made me speake more bold By that rare quintessence drawne from the pine Or from those fluent Hogges-head pipes of thine And I doe thanke thee yet thus much I le say For any kindnesse showne me anie waie By thee or thy attendants I may sweare Not any one did euer yet appeare Nay I could say and truly too far more I neuer ran ten shillings on thy skore Which may seem strange that I which am so grown Into acquaintance and to thee well knowne Should in thy booke haue such a diffidence As not be chalkt for want of ready pence Nay there 's an other reason I could shew Which might infer that thou dost duty owe To men of our profession and its this If my conceipt make me not thinke amisse Tell me Where hadst thou Iuie-bush say where Which as thine ancient liv'rie thou dost weare That garland-sure me-thinks that I should know it From th'Temples sure of some pot-hardy Poet Who cause he had not wherewithall to pay VVas forc't to leaue his Garland or to stay Till some of 's Patrons pittied his estate But he poore man cleere out of hope of that Hauing discust it often in his minde Did think 't more fit to leaue his wreath behinde Then into such apparant danger fall And so did vnto one of th'Drawers call To tell thee if thou would'st be so content He would engage his Iuie-ornament Which thou being glad of for thy priuate vse Wore it thy selfe and cheat'd the Poet thus Now doest thou thinke that we can brooke to haue One of our sort thus iniur'd by a slaue Without all satisfaction Bacchus no 〈…〉 thy â—roâ—mes we 'le not be baffelt so 〈…〉 of thy bush againe 〈…〉 thy wreath about the Poets braine Or satisfie his damage in some sort Or be thou sure that thou shalt answer for 't But thou wilt lightly weigh such threats as these And say thou canst bring vs vpon our knees By th'power of thy commaund true thou canst so Yet bleere ey'de Bacchus I would haue thee know That we do so esteeme thy power and all Thy followers we 'le vent thee ' gainst the wall Yea euen the kennell shall a witnesse be Of the small respect which we do beare to thee Resigne then what thou owest or forbeare To taxe our credits when our skore's not cleere For well may'st thou forbeare both them and me Since thou dost owe vs more then we owe thee Thou know'st it Bacchus if so thou wilt knowe it That garland which thou weares it was a Poet That first empaund it and thou like a Iewe VVilt not restore to him what is his due But thou wilt answer as I know thou may Yea I imagine what t is thou canst say Bacchus cares not for outward signes a rush Good wine needs not the hanging of a bush Dost not thou vizzard-fac't ingratefull Elfe Yes for want of a bush thou'd hang thy selfe And â—aper like a zuinglian ô my malice Bursts out against thee titted vnder the gallowes For tell me how should men distinguish thee Thou 'lt say by thy fire-sparkling phisnomie Those wink-a pipes of thine those ferret eies Those bag-pipe cheeks those speciall qualities Thou art endew'd with true by th' first th' art known But for thy qualities thou hast not one To glory in for speeches ornament Anon anon sit peut or complement Is all thou canst and this thou knowest is such As th'Iay or Parrat they can doe as much But I am loath to taxe each crime of thine For I do know thou lou'st the Muses nine And they loue thee yet it is fit their vs'd With more respect then to be once abus'd By any apron-prentice that thou hast Yea fit it is not they should be out-fac't By such vnletterd Animals as these But reuerence the Muses on their knees For what be these attend thee such as lost Their tongue to gaine two or three words at most As for example neate and briske and then Anon anon sir welcome gentlemen And is it fit that swads of such desert Should stay the very quintessence of art For a non-payment or make Sergeants stand In a crosse-lane to laie vnhallowed hand On Albions Mercuries no it s not fit That Hypocrenes pure riuelings of wit Should haue their streame with honour doubled By such base tenter-hooks once troubled Let this be then amended and with haste Lest some of these professors should be plac't Before thy prohibition come to stay Thy will-for in they 'le hardlie get awaie But if I heare thee Bacchus after this That thou arrests but any one I wish Thou should'st exempt I will reuenged be Ere many daies of some of thine or thee And thanks vnto my Genius as I craue it Without inuention further now I haue it And thus it is I le to the Peuterer To make thy quart pots greater then they were And so condition with him as 't may be Thou wilt confesse one day I begar'd thee Or if I cannot by my meanes intreate Thy pottle-pots for to be made more great Then th' order is or th'Citties stampe allowes I hope I shall preuaile wih some of those Who are appointed by their charge to know Whether thy pots be sealed yea or no That such as are not seal'd they would reueale them And not take bribes in priuate to conceale them Or if this will not serue I will deuise How to bring th'potts vnto a larger size Which if they do neglect but to performe According to that Nature and that forme They are prescrib'd then on default they shall Make presently a forfeiture of all Which goods confiscate for their great abuse May afterward redound vnto the vse Of all such noble skinkers by confession As were deceiv'd by men of this profession But this 's not all I le doe Bacchus shall knowe His naprie-drawers shall not end it so Surueighers shall be-gett and well may be For worser trades haue sought monopolye And rais'd their state by 't which shall strictly take Examination whether you do make Your pottles to be bruis'd bough'd crusht bent Vpon set purpose and for this intent That you thereby which is a common crime Might fill your crazie pots with lesser wine For lesser will they hold through your deceit Being drawne in and made by you more straite Yet haue I left the Coopers all this while Which I do know haue some art to
thou as Caesar in the Capitall So thou of Morios Castell Centinell Be as thou art reported great in wit And so discreet as thou mai'st mannage it Be as thou art founder of iollitie Grauen in the gold-cup of our Langanbie Be as thou would'st be and I wish no more So time shall second what I write before But 'lasse poore Muse hast thou no more to speake Of such a subiect pray thee deare awake And memorise his name in euery page From this time forth vnto a following age No what is my wit drawne drie or I am tane VVith some amazement at a great mans name VVhy thou hast writ of men as great before And hast exprest their actions ore and ore Turn'th ore their best of glory and i' th end So won their hearts as thou becamst their friend And art thou now growne sâ—ient cannot he That merits best receiue like praise of thee No no he cannot so obscur'de he liues That though I write but truth yet who belieues A true relation when we seeme to show A man to men whom they doe hardly know O then redoubted sir let me now end Tâ—is home bred Sonnet as a louing friend That would perswade if you perswad ' would be To shew your selfe something more openlie Vnto the world O see how men repine That you so long conceal'd should gull the time Hauing such parts as much adorne your birth Yet has no willing mind to set them forth VVhat is a Iewell worth if euer hid Or what 's a cased Instrument in stead The lustre of the former is not seene Nor can we know by 'th latter what't does meane For Gemmes and instruments are knowne by tutch And such as show them men we know them such VVith like good will doe I present thee these As Mopsus that poor shepard sent a cheese Vnto his Phillis and it came to me Once in my minde to send the like to thee But for I fear'd and I haue cause to feare That you had better cheese then any here In steed of bride-cakes cheesecakes I was tide In loue to send this present to your Bride All haile to Himen and this marriage day Strow rushes and quickly come away Bring in your flowers and giue of each of them To such as lov'd and are forsaken men For well I know so louing is the Bride So curteous and so liberall beside Of her discreete affection I dare say None must depart vnsatisfied away Strew rushes maides and euer as you strew Thinke one day maides like will be done for you Strew you I le sing or if you like nor choise Sing you I le strew you haue the better voice Crowned be thou Queene of loue By those glorious powers aboue Loue and Bewrie ioyn'd together May they col and kisse each other And in midst of their delight Shew thee pleasure in the night For where acts of loue resort Longâ—st nights seeme too too short May thou sleeping dreame of â—hat Which then waking dest partake That both sleepe and watching may Make the daâ—kest night seeme day As a fort besieged rest Yeelding most when seeming lest Or in pleasures may thy smile Burnish like the Camomile Which in verdure is encrest Most when it is most deprest Vertues as they doe attend thee So may soueraigne thoughts defend thee Acting in thy loue with him Wedlocks actions are no sinne Who in Hymâ—ns bands is ioyned And in sacred loue combined To remaine euer thine He thy Picture thou his shrine Thou the mettall he the mint Thou the waxe he the print He the Lant-horne thou the lampe Thou the bulloine he the stampe Thou the figure he the feature He thy former thou his creature He the image legge and limme Thou the mould to cast him in He the plummet thou the center Thou to shelter he to enter Thou the Parke or shady vale He the dogge that freth's the pale Hammer he to strike alone Anuile thou to beate vpon More I could but more I will not Since to speake more much it skils not Onely I will here extend Th'period of my speech as friend And expresse what I protest Comes from th'center of my brest That my protestations may Beare record another day Iö Hymen crowne the night Of these Nuptials with delight No more no more much honour aie betide The lofty Bride-groome and the louely Bride That their succeeding dayes and yeeres may say Each day appeares like to a mariage day But now retire darke shades haue lodg'd the sun Put vp thy pipes for now thy layes are done Finis Epithalami To the hopefull young Gentleman and his experienced friend Mr. CHEATER ANAGRAMM TEACHER Teacher you are for you haue taught me more Then I was taught in all my life before A GRATVLATORY Epigram TO thee young youth these youngling lines I write Stor'd with my best of wishes may delight Crowne that long-wisht for Nuptial bed of thine Which should haue been if Fate had granted mine With many happy nights Blest be my fate Since what one friend has is communicate Vnto an other that my loue should end And ending giue beginning to my friend But why say I its ended sith by thee A three-loues song beares descant merily And thus it is I lou'd her where thou art Shee thee thou mee threâ— louers in one heart Shee thine thou mine if mine thou stil'd may be Makes her in being thine espows'd to me An Embleme which the Author composed in honour of his Mistris to whom he rests euer deuoted Allusiuely shadowing her name in the title of the Embleme which hee enâ—tiles His Frankes Anatomie FRanke thy name doth promise much Iâ— thy nature were but such But alasse what difference growe 'Twixt those two I onely know I alas that to thy bewtie Am deuoted in all dewtie I that once inuented layes Singing them in Shepheards praise I that once from loue was free Till I fell in loue with thee I that neuer yet began Trade to hold my mistris fan I that neuer yet could knowe Whether loue was high or lowe I that neuer loued was Nor could court a looking-glasse I that neuer knew loues lawe Nor lov'd longer then I sawe I that knew not what 's now common To throw sheep-eyes at a woman I that neuer yet could proue Or make shew of heartie loue I that neuer broke my sleepe Nor did know what chaâ—ms did keepe Louers eyes now can tell What would please a louer well Shall I tell thee yes I will And being tolde or saue or kill It would please him if he might Euer liue in'â— Mistris sight It would please him t' haue the hap But to sleep in 's Mistris lap Or to haue his Mistris faire VVith her hand to stroke his haire Or to play at foot-St. with him Or at barly-breake to breathe him Or to walke a turne or two Or to kisse or coll or woe Or in some retired Groue But to parly with his Loue. Or when none that 's iealous spies To
see thy quondam friend Hath cause to say his hopes are at an end How vainely then be our affections plaste On women-kinde that are so seeming chaste And priuately so forward-well-be gone If ere I marry I 'le finde such an one As in her modesty will thinke 't disgrace Others to loue when I am out of place But I do thank thee Franke th' hast taught me more Then I could learne in twice seauen yeere before For I did thinke your simple sexe did hate By double dealing to equiuocate Where by experience now I finde it common That fast and loose is vsuall with women Yet in these rites this line my loue shall tell Fare well or ill I wish my Franke farewell An Epigramme called the WOOER COme yee braue wooers of Penelope Doe not repine that you should crossed be For pregnant wits and ripest braines can show As much or more then euer you did know And that my storie better may appeare Attend to my discourse and you shall heare It chanc't vpon a time and then was'th time When the thigh-fraughted Bee gathered her thyme Stored her platted Cell her fragrant bower Crop't from each branch each blossom each flower When'th pretty Lam-kin scarce a fortnight old Skipped and froliked 'fore the neighbouring fold When'the cheerfull Robin Larke and Lenaret Tun'de vp their voices and together met When'th feâ—refull Hare to cheere her quaint delight Did make her selfe her owne Hermaphrodite When'th louely Turtle did her eies awake And with swift flight follow'd her faithfull make When euery Beast prepar'd her wonted den For her owne young and shade to couer them When Flora with her mantle tucked vp Gathred the dewie flow'rs and them did put In her embrodred skirts which were rancke set With Prime-rose Cow-slip and the violet The dill the dasie sweet breath'd Eglantine The Crowfoote pausie and the Columbine The pinke the plantaine milfoile euery one With Mariâ—gold that opens with the Sunne Euen then it was ill may I say it was VVhen young Admetus woed a countrey lasse A countrie lasse whom he did woe indeede To be his Bride but yet he could not speede VVhich forc't him grieue heare but his cause of woe And you 'le not wonder why he should doe so Vertuous the maide was and so grac't by fate As she was wise and did degenerate From her weake witted father modesty Lodg'd on her cheeke and showd virginity In a faire Rosie colour which was spread By equall mixture both of white and red So as no white it seem'd but Idas snow No red but such where Roses vse to grow And though of Hero many one doe write Styling her soueraigne Goddesse of delight So faire as she was taken for no other Of all that saw her then Adonis mother So pure her skin so motiue to the eie As it did seeme compos'd of Iuorie So high and broad her front so smoth so eueâ— As it did seeme the Frontispice of Heanen So purely mixt her cheekes as it might seeme She was by nature made for natures Queene So pretty dinted was her dimpled chin As 't seem'd a gate to let affection in So sweete her breath as I haue hard them tell That like to Cassia she did euer smell So louely were those mounts of pure delight That Gods themselues wer cheered with their sight So as great Ioue for so our Poets say Fain'd himselfe sicke for her vpon a day Wise Aesculapius he was sent forthwith VVho felâ— Ioues pulse yet found no signe of death Or any great distemper yet to please Ioue For he perceiu'd his malady was loue Said Sir I 'aue found your grief what i' st quoth he A meere consumption yet be rul'd by me And follow my directions though with paine And then no doubt you shall be well againe Fiue mornes must you to ' Abidoes towne repaire And suck pure milke from th' fair'st virgin there Ioue hearing what he wisht obey'd bis hest And war soone well by sucking Heroes brest Yet what was Hero though the fair'st that was In all her time vnto Admetus lasse Though Heroes beuty did allure all men The time is chang'd now 's now and then was then Each milk-maide in fore time was thought a Queen So rare was perfect bewty to be seene But now where is no Venus to be had Such store I wot there be thet euery lad Can haue his tricksie lasse which wantonlie Scarce crept from shell he dandles on his knee But to my storie of such royall parts VVas she composed that the very hearts Of her attendants as it did apeare VVere spous'd to this pure virgin euery vvhere Vâ—ith what resolued silence would her wit Opâ—ose â—er tongue and seeme to bridle it VVith what discretion would she speakâ— her minde And nere transgesse those limits she assign'd But with that decencie of grace and speech As She might seeme the elder sort to teach VVhat a blest sexe were woman if this song VVere onely leaâ—nt them for to hold their tongue And speake no more O t' were a lesson good Then that were fit and what they vnderstood But when will that be taught them O I feare Neuer for womens tongues be euery where So as at first if they had no tongue Iâ— may be thought they would not haue been dumb Such is th'ternall motion that its sayd When women speechlesse lie they 're neerly dead Tâ—is virgin which Admetus sought to haue Beside her vertues then which who could craue A better portion had an ample dowre VVhich did enrich those gifts that were before Expressed and dilated and to tell The very trueth she lou'd Admetus well And could haue brook't all others t' haue denide So that she might haue been Admetus bride But he a shamefast lad though oft he sought Her loue yet durst not vtter what he thought Nor to her parents could impart his minde How he affected was and how incâ—inde Yet still was he respected and in grace Nor any sought to put him out of place Nor to withdraw th' affection of the maid From that foundation where it once was laid For three months space hung it in this suspence Neither conceald nor shâ—wne till 's Excellence For so was th' Title of a noble Squire Whose liuing bordered in th'adioyning shire By an intendment as he thought vpon 't Puâ— poore Admetus nose quite out of ioynt And thus it was for I meane to repeat By what deceit what cunning slight and cheat He bobd this simple Swaineling on a day When young Admetus had addrest his way To Trâ—inouant where be occasion had His Excellence in th' absence of the ladde Acquaints another with Bellinaes loue For so her name was he more prompt to moue Affection then Admetus ere could be VVins me Bellina's fort couragiously By new assaults incursions and displaid His youngling Colours when the breach was made O how methinks I see th'young Souldier sweat Till he hath done and perfected his fear How he assailes assaults ascends inclines Inuades inuirons
that haue their maydenhead Come then my lad of mettall make resort Vnto the throne of loue thy Betties fort There plant thy Cannon siedge her round about Be sure my Boy she cannot long hold out Erect thy standerd let her tender brest Be thy pauillion where thou takes thy rest Let her sweet-rosie Breth such ioyes bestow That in that vale of Paradise below Thou may collect thy ioyes to be farre more Then any mortall euer had before Yet heare me fâ—iend if thou secure wilt be Obserue these rules which I prescribe to thee Be not horne iealous it will make thee madde VVomen will haue it if it may be had Nor can a iealous eye preuent their sport For if they lou't farre will they venter for 't Suppose her straying beauty should be led To the embraces of anothers bedde VVilt thou Acteon-like thy houre-glasse spend In moning that thou neuer canst amend No my kind friend if thou l't be rul'd by me I 'de haue thee wâ—nke at that which thou dost see shaâ—ing thy wiues defects with patient mind Seeing yet seeming to the world blind For tell me friend what harme is there in it If then being cloyd another haue a bitte VVhich thou may spare and she as freely giue Beleeue me friend thou hast no cause to greeue For though another in thy saddle ride VVhen he is gone there 's place for thee beside Which thou may vse at pleasure and it 'h end Reserue a pretty moâ—sâ—ll for thy friend Let not thy reason then be counter-bufft Nor thinke thy pillow with horne-shauings stuft If 't be thy destiny to be a monster Thou must be one if not how ere men coâ—ster Thou may remaine secure exempt from shame Though megre Enuie aggrauate the same For this has been my firme position still The husbands hornes be in the womans will Vpon the Marriage THis Marriage went the nearest way about Playing now vp now downe now in now out But being done I wish loue may bâ—gin Now to be neuer out but euer in An Epigramme Like to like VPon a time as I informed am A Sub-vrbs Baud and Countrey Gentleman Comming at the dore where I doe lie A gallant rufling wench chanc't to passe by Which th' Baud obreruing Sir I pray you see How like you gallant and my daughter be Indeed they much resemble both in face Painting complexion and in huffing pace Yea I should say nere any two were liker If this be as thy daughter is a striker Vpon the commodious though compendious labor of Mr. Arthur Standish In the inuention of planting of Wood. A wood-mans Emblealme COme Syluanes come each in his fresh array And sing his name that makes you looke so gâ—y Euery Braunch Eâ—ery spray Budds as in the Month of Maye Heere the mirtle Venus tree There the Chessenut wallnut be Heere the Medlar set aboue Intimates what woemen loue Lofy pine Fruitfull vine Make a spring In winter time The naked field has put a garment on With leaâ—â— shades for birds to peck vpon Now Nemaea doth appeare Flower embâ—rdered euery where Here the popular Aâ—dor there Witch-tree holy-thorne and Bâ—eâ—â— Here the shady Elme and firre Dew it texe-distilling mirrh Euery cliffe euerie â—limâ— Makes a spring in Winter time Wood-haunting Satires now their minions seekâ— And hauing found them plaâ— at Barley-brâ—kâ— Where delight makes the night Short though long by louers sight Wher Marisco Fairies Queâ—ene With her Ladies trace the greene Dauncing measures singing layes In the worthy planters praise Standish fame each voice implies Blisse to Standish Ecco cries Here stands the Wilding on the steepie rocke The Quinee the Date the dangling Apricock Rough skind'd Peeh lip-died cherrie Mâ—lou citron Mulberie Sallow Willow Mellow Birt Sweete-breathd Sicamour and Mirt Heere the Plum the Damsen there The Puâ—ill and the Katherins peare Flowers and flourish blowne so greene As the spring doth euer seeme The brittle Ashe and shade-obscuring Yewe The aged Oke claspt with the Missletoe Hawthornes grow one a row And their sweetest smels bestow Royall Palme Laurell wreath With young O siers vnderneath Loue-resembling Box tree there Flowrishing through all the yeere Seyons young tender plants Where the quire of woodbirds chants Flora now takes her throne and for she knowes Of Standish care she decks his aged browes With crowne of renowne Monument in time to come That what he hath done of late After times may imitate So when al our Groâ—es grow greene Albion may a Forrest seeme Where if she the Forrest were Standish would be Forrester Then should no gorse grounds furrie whin or Brirâ— Depriue the painefull plough man of his hire Euery field then should yield Great reliefe to share shield To the Plow share for his paine To the shield for discipline Sith the first he sows and reapes And the last defends and keepes Standish giues to both a part To the Gaâ—â—tlet and the Cart. Trees Standish saies in summer vpward growe In winter downe-ward to the roote belowe This I know not but I know That with him it is not so For in winter of his time Now when sap gins to decline Store of science blossome out From the top vnto the root Root of age toppe of youth Winter bearing summers growth To the truely worthy the Alderman of Kendall and his brethren SIr in regard of due respect to you If I could write ought that might yeeld a due To th' Corporation of which I may call And dewly to your selfe the principall I should desire if power were to desire To take an Eagles wing and so are farre higher Then hitherto my weake Muse could attaine But 'lasse I see my labour is in vaine For th'more I labour to expresse your worth The lesse I able am to set it forth Yet let not my endeuours so be taken As if with power my wilâ— had me forsaken For know though my ability be poore My good-will vie's with any Emperour Yea I must write and though I cannot speake What I desire yet I will euer seeke T' expresse that loue which hath been borne by me And shall be still to your Society Then cause I know your place and haue an ayme To shewe your merits in a shadow'd name I must be bold affection makes me bold To tell you of some errors vncontrol'd VVhich to your best discretion I le referre Hauing full power to punish such as erre First therefore I intend to speake of is Because through it there 's many do amisse Is Idlenesse which I haue partly knowne To be a vice inherent to your towne Where errant pedlers mercinarie slaues Tinkers and Tookers and such idle knaues Are too too conuersant let your commaund Suppresse this sinne and refuse of the land They much disparage both your towne and you Send them to th' whipping-stocke for that 's their dew You know the Lord whose will should be obeid Hath in his sacred word expresly sayd That those which wil not labour they should sterue For rightly so
wise But such as can like timists temporize Expose their reputation to the shame Of an offensiue or iniurious name Whereas if we true wisdome vnderstood We'd think non could be wise but such wer good And though we question thus asking what maÌ„ Vnlesse he be a polititian Yet pollicie will be of small auaile When that arch polititian Machauell Shall flame and frie in his tormented soule Because toth ' world wise to heauen a foole Yea I doe wish if ere I haue a sonne He may be so wise as haue wit to shun A selfe conceipt of being soly wise In his owne bleared and dim-sighted eies For then I know there will in him apeare A Christian zealous and religious feare Which like an Angell will attend him still Mouing to good and waine him from what 's ill And far more comfort should I haue of him Then if through vaine conceipt he should begin To pride him in his follies for by them We see how many roote out house and namâ— Yea of all vertues which subsisting be None makes more perfect then humilitie Since by it man deemes of himselfe and 's worth As of the vilest worme the earth brings forth Which disesteeming I may boldly name More noble then to glorie in oùr shame For it doth leade vs in a glorious path With safest conduct from the day of wrath When standig 'fore that high Tribunall there We 're found far better then wee did appeare And such is hee-yet haue I heard it vowde Hee has not witt enough for to bee proude VVheras wee know and by experience see That fooles bee still the proudest men that be Nor is he onely humble for I heare Of other proper vertues which appeare In his well tempred disposition when I hear of no complaints mongst poorer men Who are his tenaunts for he has report Of shewing mercy and is blessed for 't And is not this a poynt of wisedome say For to prouide thus for another day That for terrestriall things hee may obtayne A farre more glorious and transcendent gayne Sure I doe thinke there is no foole to him That does enrich his progeny by sinne Makes shipwrack of a conscience bars himselfe Of after hopes to rake a little pelfe Ruines his soule and ads vnto the store Of his accounts by racking of the pore VVhereas ofth ' other side hee s truely wise Though not to man yet in thalmighties eies Who pitty and compassion doth professe To th' forlorne widdow and the fatherlesse Does right to all men nor will make his tongue An aduocâ—te for him who 's in the wrong Accepts of no aduantage which may seeme To staine his conscience or to mak 't vncleane Hates an oppressors name and all his time Was neuer wont to take too great a fine Beares himselfe blamelesse before God and man Hee 's truely wise or much deceau'd I am Indeed he is and such an one is plast In that same Mirror which I spake of cast VVho without assentation may be said To haue a patterne vnto others laid In actions of this kind yea I may sweare Rather for these respects I hold him deare Then for his state which may be well exprest To equall if not to surmount the best But Iu'e too farre digrest in breefe it 's he VVho hates the leuen of the Pharisee And which is rare 'mongst richer men to find He counts no wealth like th'riches of the mind How happy yâ—u Graue Elders to haue these Assistants in your pâ—ace meanes for your ease So as their serious care ioyn'd to their powers May seeme in some â—egree to lessen yours For powers vnited make the army stronger And minds combin'd preserue that vnion longer O may there be one mind and one consent Cohering in one proper continent One firme opinion generall decree Amongst you all concurring mutually And may your Throne which such good men affords Nere fall at oddes by multiplying words Since the spirit of contention stirres our blood And makes vs oft neglect a publique good Thus with my best of wishes I will end Resting your euer true deuoted friend To all true-bred Northerne Sparks of the generous society of the Cottoneers who hold their High roade by the Pinder of Wakefield the Shoo-maker of Brandford and the white Câ—ate of Kendall Light gaines Heauie Purses good Tradings with cleere Conscience TO you my friends that trade in blacke and white In blacke and white doe I intend to write Where I le insert such things are to be showne Which may in time adde glory and renowne To your commodious tradings which shall be Gracefull to you and such content to me As I should wish at least my lines shall tell To after-times that I did wish you well And in my obseruations seeme to show That due respect I to my country owe. First therefore ere I further goe I le proue Wherein no lesse I le manifest my loue Then in the greatest that of all haue beene Shall be or are you seeme the worthiest men And this 's my reason which may grounded be On the firme arches of Philosophy We say and so we by experience find In man there is a bodie and a mind The body is the couer and in it The minds internall soueraignnesse doth sit As a great Princesse much admired at Sphered and reared in her chaire of state While th'body like a hand-maid prest t' obey Stands to performe what ere her mistresse say Yea some compare this bodies outward grace Vnto a dainty fine contriued case Yet for all th'cost which is about her spent She sounds but harsh without her instrument Which is the soule others resembled haue The bodies feature to a sumptuous graue Which garnisht is without full tricke and trim Yet has nought else but sculls and bones within Others compare the beauty of the mind To pith in trees the body to the rind But of all others haue bene be or were In my opinion none doth come so neere In true Ressmblanes nor indeed there can Then twixt the mind and liâ—ing of a man For it s the inward substance which to mee Seemes for to line the body inwardly With ornaments of vertue and from hence As he excells we draw his excellence Then my deere countrimen to giue your due From whence comes mans perfection but from you That doe maintaine with credit your estate And sells the best of man at easie rate To wit the minds resemblance which is gotten By those same linings which you sell of Cotten For see those thin breech Irish lackies runne How small i' th wast how sparing in the bombe VVhat Iacke a Lents they are yet view them when They haue beene lin'd by you theyr proper men Yea I may say man is so strange an Elfe VVithout your helpe hee lookes not like himselfe Indeed if we were in some parts of those Sun-parched countries where they vse no clothes But through the piercing violence of heat VVhich in some places is intemporate Th' inhabitants go
your customing Dependance has vpon that due esteeme They haue of you that are the same you seem Plaine home-bred chapmen yet of such due note Their word is good how plaine so ere 's their coat Yea doe I wish I may haue such as they Ingag'd to me for they 'l do what they say When silken coats and some of them I know Will say farre more then ere they meane to doe Therefore it much concernes you to produce That which you know is for a common vse Not for the eye so much as for the proofe For this doth tend most to your owne behoofe VVhere Reputation doth such custome gaine As being got is seldome lost againe Yet sure methinks my Friends you put to th'venture VVhen your commodities are stretcht on th' tenter So that as I haue heard when come to weting They shrinke a yard at least more then is fitting Yet doe I heare you make excuse of this That for your selues you know not what it is And for your Factors what they take they pay If Shere-men stretch them so the more knaues they It 's true they are so yet for all you vse These words beleeu 't they 'l ferue for no excuse For if you will be Common-weales men know VVhether your Shere-men vse this feate or no Before you buy which found reprooue them then Or else auoid such tenter-hooking men There is a Gallant in this towne I know Who damnd himselfe but most of them doe soe If that he had not to make cloake and suit Some thirty yards of rug or thereabout Yet hardly came to fifteene afterward It had beene measur'd by the Taylors yard Now was not this too monstrous and to badde That it should leese full halfe of that it had I know not what to thinke but to be breefe Either the Taylor was an arrant theefe And made no bones of Theft which is a crime Most Taylors will dispence with at this time Or sure if my weake wit can iudge of it The rugge was tentred more then did befit But you will say the Gallant sure did lie Faith if you be of that minde so am I For it s scarce possible so much to put In Cloake and sute vnlesse heed cloath his gut And that 's ofth'largest size and so 't may be For I 'ue heard one skild in Anatomie Auerr thus much that euery gut in man For at that time his lecture then began VVas by due obseruation knowne to be Seauen times his length so that it seemes to me If this be true which Naturalists doe teach The Taylor plaid the man to make it reach So far for sure the yards could not be small That were to make cloake sute cloath guts and all But I doe finde you guiltlesse for I know As to your Countrey you your liues doe owe If priuare harmes might propagate her good For Countries loue extends vnto our blood So there 's no Commerce which you entertaine Aymes not in some part at a publique gaine And that 's the cause Gods blessings doe reneâ— Making all things to cotton well with you Now to the third Branch is my muse addrest To make your Trades Antiquity exprest If I had skill but rightly to define Th' originall foundation and the time The cause of your encrease and in what space The people you Commerst with and the place Of your first planting then it might appeare Vpon what termes your priuiledges were But so onfus'd be times antiquities As it is hard directly to show these In what especiall sort they were begun Yet I may doe what other men haue done And by coniectures make your Trade displayd Speaking in Verse what some in prose haue saide Some are opiniond that your trade began From old Carmentis who in colours span Such exquisit rare works asth'webs she wrought Were farre and nere by forrain nations sought And as it may in ancient writ appeare The Phrigian works were said to com from her But now the better to vnfolde the same Know that there were two women of that name The one for Stories manifest no lesse Euanders mother was a Prophetesse Who wrot and spake in verse with such a grace As she renoumd the Countrey where she was The other was a Spinster which did come Along with Aquila when he from Rome Marching amaine laâ—cht forth for Britanie Which Coast Carmentis did no sooner see Then she admir'd for well she saw by vse Th' inhabitants would proue industrious So as in thâ—se daies rude they grâ—w in time Specially Nooth-ward by her discipline To become ciuill and where prompt to doe Any set Taske this Matron put them to Touching the place where she plantation had Diuers Historians haue so differed As hardly iumpe they by a hundred mile And therefore difficult to reconcile Their different opinions for they striue Amongst themselues aske wher shes'd ariue Since it appeares when Aquila came ashore Saue 3 or 4 choice dames there were no more Of woman kinde with him for he was loath To ship such old hags were not for his tooth And therefore such as bewâ—y did adorne Wer shipt with him for they would serue his turne To reconcile these doubts which seems a woÌ„der Know that his fleet deuided was a sunder And driueÌ„ to sundry creeks som East som west Som North som South for so they wer distrest By aduerse winds as forced from together They were disperst they knew not where nor whither In which auspicious tempest happy stray For happy was that tempest may you say This modest matron with an heauy heart Reâ—t of her friends ariued i th North part With som young maids which Aquila did minde To bring along to keepe his men in winde The Port when she ariud as 't seemes to me For I doe ground on probability Drawne from the clime Ports description Was the rich hauen of ancient VVorkington Whose stately prospect merits honours fame In nought more noble then a Curwens name And long may it reserue that name whose worth Hath many knights from that descent brought forth For if to blaze true fame I ere haue skill In Bouskill ioynd with Curwen show 't I will Carmentis thus ariud did trauaile on To find finde some place fit for plantation For then that Coast as we in stories reade Lay wholy wast and was vnpeopled Where in her progresse by the way she came She gaue to sundry places disserent name Mongst which her owne name whence it is they say Cartmell or Carment-hill holds to this day Her Appelation and now neere an end Of her set iourney as she did descend Downe fâ—om the neighbouring Mountaines she might spie A woody vale seat'd deliciously Through which a pleasant Riuer seemd to glide VVhich did this vale in equall parts deuide This hauing spide on Stauelaies Cliffes they say She laid her staffe whence comes the name Staffe-lay Corruptly Staulay where she staid a space But seeing it a most notorious place And that the trades men were so giuen
toth ' Pot That they would drinke far more then ere they got She turnd from thence yet left some Maids behinde That might acquaint them in this wool worke kinde VVhile she did plant as ancient Records be Neerer to Kendall in th' Barronrie Thus haue I drawne your linage as it was For other Accidents I let them passe Onely such things as most obseruant were As the erection of your Sturbidge faire I thought to shadow briefely which began On this occasion by a Kendall man Who comming vp or downe I know not well Brought his commodities that way to sell Where being benighted tooke no other shield To lodge him and his ware thenth ' open field A Mastiffe had he or a mungrill Cur Which he still cride and cald on Stur-bitch stur Least miching knaues now fore the spring of day Should come perchance and filch his ware away From hence they say tooke Sturbidge first her name VVhich if she did she neede not think 't a shame For noble Princes as may instanc'd be From Braches had their names as well as she Such Romulus and Remus were whose name Tane from a she Wolfes dug raisd Romes first fame Yea Cyrus which 's as ill if not far worse Had but a Bitch cal'd Spacon for his nurse For in descents it is our least of care To aske what men once were but what they are Sith great estates yea Lordships raisd we see And so shall still fromth ' ranke of beggarie Yea Peasants such hath been their happy fate VVithout desert haue come to great estate For true it is was said so long agon A paltry Sire may haue a Princely Sonne But hast my Muse in colours to display Some auncient customes in their high roade-way By which thy louing Countrey men doe passe Conferring that now is with what once was At least such places labour to make knowne As former times haue honour'd with renowne So by thy true relation 't may appeare They are no others now then as they were Euer esteem'd by auntient times records Which shall be shadow'd briefly in few words The first whereof that I intend to show Is merry Wakefield and her Pindar too Which Fame hath blaz'd with all that did belong Vnto that Towne in many gladsome song The Pindars valour and how firme he stood In th'Townes defence ' gainst th'Rebel Robin-hood How stoutly he behav'd himselfe and would In spite of Robin bring his horse to th'fold His many May games which were to be seene Yeerely presented vpon Wakefield greene Where louely Iugge and lustie Tib would go To see Tom-liuely turne vpon the toe Hob Lob and Crowde the fidler would be there And many more I will not speake of here Good god how glad hath been this hart of mine To see that Towne which hath in former time So florish'd and so gloried in her name Famous by th' Pindar who first rais'd the same Yea I haue paced ore that greene and ore And th' more I saw 't I tooke delight the more For where we take contentment in a place A whole daies walke seemes as a cinquepace Yet as there is no solace vpon earth Which is attended euermore with mirth But when we are transported most with gladnesse Then suddenly our ioyes reduc'd to sadnesse So far'd with me to see the Pindar gone And of those iolly laddes that were not one Left to suruiue I griev'd more then I le say But now for Brad-ford I must hast away Brad-ford if I should rightly set it forth Stile it I might Banberry of the North And well this title with the Towne agrees Famous for twanging Ale Zeale Cakes and Cheese But why should I set zeale behinde their ale Because zeale is for some but ale for all Zealous indeed some are for I do heare Of many zealous sempring sister there Who loue their brother from their heart iffaith For it is charity as scripture saith But I am charm'd God pardon what 's amisse For what will th'wicked say that heare of this How by some euill brethren't hath been sed Th'Brother was found in 's zealous sisters bed Vnto thy taske my Muse and now make knowne The iolly shoo-maker of Brad-ford towne His gentle-craft so rais'd in former time By princely Iourney-men his discipline VVhere he was wont with passengers to quaffe But suffer none to carry vp their staffe Vpon their shoulders whilst they past through town For if they did he soon would beat them downe So valiant was the Souter and from hence Twixt Robin-hood and him grew th'difference VVhich cause it is by most stage-poets writ For breuity I thought good to omit Descending thither where most bound I am To Kendall-white-coates where your trade began Kendall to which I all successe do wish May termed be that parts Metropolis For seate as pleasant as the most that are Instanc't in th'ruin'd Castle of Lord Par. For seate imparaled where we may see Great men to fall as subiect are as we Yea there as in a mirror may be showen The Subiects fall rests in the Soueraigne's frowne Many especiall blessings hath the Lord Pour'd on this Towne for what doth't not afford If necessary for mans proper vse Sufficient if not superfluous Yea I dare say for well it doth appeare That other places are more bound to her Then â—he to any there 's no Towne at all Being for compasse so exceeding small For commerce halfe so great nor is there any That doth consort in trafficke with so many But to her priuate blessings for pure aire Sweet holesome water she may make compare With any clime for aire nor piercing is Nor in her temprate brething too remisse For water Kent whence Kendall takes her name VVhose spring from Kent-mere as they say is tane Swift is't in pace light-poiz'd to looke in cleere And quicke in boiling which esteemed were Such qualities as rightly vnderstood Without ' en these no water could be good For Wood how well she was in fore-time growne May soone appeare by th'store that is cut downe Which may occasion griefe when we shall see What want shall be to our posteritie Yet who seekes to preuent this surely none Th' old prouerbe's in request each man for one While each for one one plots anothers fall And few or none respect the good of all But of all blessings that were reckoned yet In my opinion there is none so great As that especiall one which they receiue By th' graue and reuerend Pastor which they haue Whose life and doctrine are so ioint together As both sincere there 's no defect in either For in him both Vrim and Thummim be O that we had more Pastors such as he For then in Sion should Gods flocke encrease Hauing such Shepheards would not flea but fleece Thus what wants Kendal that she can desire Tyre's her Pastor and her selfe is Tyre He to mistrust her people she to bring Wealth to her Towne by forraine trafficking Now must I haue the White-coates vnder-hand Who were
streame Where th'foord's at lowest recollect to minde His noble image and in it thou 'l finde Such singular impressions of reguard As I doe thinke thou 'l honourt ' afterward VVhen thou obseru's ther 's nothing that 's in him VVas not before in Christ excepting sinne O then refine the ayme of thy intents In raising rents thinke on thy Sauiours rents In taking of aduantage thinke on this If God aduantage take for each amisse In what a case wert thou how woe-begon That of a thousand cannot answer one If thou to grieue Gods little ones begin Thinke therewithall that thou art grieuing him VVho in his mercy hares the widdowes crie And in his pitty wipes the Orphanes eye VVhich thou hast cause to thinke on so much rather Sith God's the widdows Iudge the orphans Father And though earths Iustice be of th'second sight Yet hee 's so iust hee 'l doe the poorest right But if mans Image which were strange should faile VVith thy remorselesse conscience to preuaile From that transparent Mirror I le descend Though it may seeme in it to comprehend All humane glory yea I may say more The forme of God which he assum'd before Vnto that due obseruance or that care VVhereby we come to acknowledge what we are Man 's of a substance meane hauing his birth As his first natiue Mother from frayle Earth Brittle's his composition and so weake Be his resolues as hee can vndertake Nought with so firme a purpose as may stand Or will not change with th'turning of a hand His health 's a stranger to him for when most It seemeth with him it is soonest lost For his abiding hee 's as in a Tent VVherein hee s militant not permanent The world 's his campe his profest enemies VVherewith he is to grapple they be these The turbulent affections of his mind Which euery houre is seuerally inclin'd The goale which he doth ayme at or th'reward After the fight hee lookes for after-ward Thus thou may see in this same earthly cell Though dwell we seeme indeed we doe not dwell But foiourne It s no mansion but an Inne Syons our home this pilgrimage is sinne As for our states we are but leacers all And shall be put off when hee 's pleasd to call Yea I may rather say and not amisse VVe are the Lessees he the Lessour is And howsoere our Lands-Lords make accompt They 'r but inferiour Lords hee 's Paramount Then if thou wilt but duely looke vpon 't Thy tenure stands vpon a tickle point Yea I doe find thy state not worth a straw If I haue any iudgement in the law And why shouldst thou bring poore men into suit Sith thou thy selfe hast no state absolute But for thy terme of life so as methinks VVhen that French gibberish to my braine-pan sinks VVhere Iohn a Stiles and 's neighbour Iohn an Okes VVith many other Law-baptized folkes Are brought in seaz'd of land as they doe finde In Burrow English Soccage Gauell-kinde Fee-tayle fee-simple it oft seemes to me These Lawyers are the simplest men that be Who are perswaded and would haue vs too But let 's discent from them there 's fools enough That of al states and Tenures are possest Or can bee had Fee-Simple is the best Whereas I thinke if well they vnderstood What specially concern'd them and their good They would conclude Fee-simple will not doe A double-Fee is better of the two If we could find indeed a difference In th'liues of th' tenures then there were some sence To say that such a tenure were the strongest Because by it the Tennant liues the longest But tell me are not all estates that be Subiect alike to mutability To the possessour you will say they are If vnto him why should we further care Since as the Prouerbe is when he is gone The world 's gone with him as all in One O then thou Earth-bred worme why shouldest thou vant As if thou wert a Lord praedominant Why shouldst triumph ore th'meaner sort of men Since thour' t composd of one selfe Mould with thē Thou art but Adams sonne and so are they Both of you fram'd and fashion'd of one clay Both haue one image then compassion take If not for them yet for their image sake For though thou canst not one good looke affoord To these poore snakes they 'r deere vnto the Lord As is thy selfe as pretious in Gods eies Bought and redeemed with as great a price And though there be twixt Substitutes and Kings Superiour states and lower vnderlings A difference in the world yet there shall Twixt them in heauen no difference be at all Onely what 's good shall approbation haue With King and subiect conquerer and slaue O then receiue the bowells of compassion And beare like mind as thou dost beare like fashion Let thy vnrighteous Mammon get thee friends That when thy pilgrime daies of Labour ends Thou may possesse a glorious heritage After the period of this pilgrimage My lessons are but short pray then remember As thou the welfare of thy soule dost tender The best of vs are tennants but at will And stand in hazard of disseisure still And though our states seeme firmer then the rest They are vncertaine tenures at the best In briefe thou earthly Lands-lord striue to be As thou wouldst haue Heauens Lands-lord towards thee Not too extreame thou knowst the doome is giuen That not extortioner shall enter Heauen Resolue what thou wilt doe for though it grieue me To leaue thee yet I am enforc't to leaue thee And turne vnto thy Tennant who dismaide Stands heere at doore to heare what I haue said To the Tennant howsoeuer WHat state soeuer thou art seazed on Or in what Tenure thou dost hold vpon I l'e now addresse my speech in briefe to thee Wherein I ayme in part to comfort thee In part to rectifie what may seeme ill In thy peruerse and vn-conformed will That in them both for th' loue which I doe owe To him thou represents I may so show That deere affection which we 're bound to beare To one another while we soiourne heere As when an end of all our sorrowes are Reduc'd to one set period and our care Shall haue a finall end what I haue done In loue may be approu'd when I am gone To moue thee vnto comfort in a word I 'le vse th'perswasion which I gaue thy Lord To humble his ambicious spirit when I told him of the different state of Men How in the eyes of men indeed they were Esteemed great but when they should appeare Before that high Tribunall where all should Though if they might auoid it many would Make their appearance then the great should know They were no more respected then the low One aduocate one Iudge one barre one triall Conscience the onely difference when Deniall Seald with abite or th' accursed doome Or th'inuitation with Venite come Shall in that generall iudgement there expresse Or weale or woe or hell or happinesse So as when