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A85876
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Chartæ scriptæ: or A new game at cards, call'd Play by the booke.
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Gayton, Edmund, 1608-1666.
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1645
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Wing G408; Thomason E309_19; ESTC R200422
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have our selves The seventh is Gods T will shame us if we yeild not On this day What on the other six you safely may You may not do now works then do wherein Thy profit or thy pleasures are They 're sinne Do not the day to Superstition force Deny thy Brother helpe and save thy Horse The workes forbad are workes of Pride and hate To rest from works of love is reprobate 5 THe greatest blessing that on earth can be Is firme annexed unto loyalty He that would Nestor's Age to 's children give Teach them to meane Father and King long live 6. NO man would hazard sure the Curse of Cain Doe not thou kill nor wish the Power of slaying Whose life thou would'st preserve through hate for shame In Reputation murder not and name Yet thinke not hence there is no power to stay In spight of this the sword of Justice may 7. STones cry the Jewes for prov'd Adultery That is not all thou mayst not in thine eye Nor in thy heart that private closet doe What may pollute thy selfe and neighbour too 8. THou shalt not steale from Man nor God The Edge Of this same precept will cut Sacriledge 9. IN publicke Judgement nor ' mongst private freinds Doe not by Injury serve thine owne ends The bread that 's got by anothers losse though sweet O it is foule and marke it It is greet 10. HEre 's little difference 'twixt my neighbour and My selfe both for the same priviledge stand No longer let 's be two My Counterpart The very Copy of my Soule and Heart Thy Beast thy servants fortunes and thy wife Are all as deare to me as my owne life The NINES Nine Heroes THis number 's not so sacred as the last But yet 't is famous for the Ages past Laboured in this same number as a vie To manifest all humane gaslantry We rake the Christian Heathen Jewish State And by extraction make it sublimate In histories Alembecke there were nine Whose spirits as Elixar did out shine The rest of men These were their dayes high noone Amongst the lesser starres the exalted Moone Wee 'l mount 'em in their severall Orbs and see How different their's from these dayes Chivalry God's Cavalier Joshua leads the valiant vaâ—â—â— The Conqueror of fruitfull Canaan The Sunne and Moone were in his muster roles And listed Starres recruited his slaine soules Rivers retreated Jordan was drove backe The blowing of 7 hornes do Jericho sacke Thirty one Kings all fell by him No place Was strong nor men no not the Anakims Race Yet one base lurking Achans cursed sinne Routed all Israel Have not we beene Strangely dispirited and beat sometimes There is a cause brave Cavaliers Our crimes DAVID WHat 's fein'd St George and Bevis to have done Great David did indeed he Ladies wonne By sling and sword when vast Goliah lay After the Beare and Lyon the worse prey What worthies were his Captaines and if they Such mighties were What was their King I pray That gallant man after Gods heart a King The peoples sinne provoking did a thing Was folly to the Lord. That sinne this day The People Acts in a Militia Be favourable O Lord and grant that we Like him may feele but one Curse not all three JUDAS MACH Puissant Judas strong in faith not men Beat proud Antiochus His zeale even then Unto Jerusalem did brightest flame When that Jerusalem was but a name When heathen Ignorance threw downe her Courts And of their holy vestures made their sports May after Ages Charles give thee due praise Who fightst as he the ruin'd Church to raise HECTOR HEctor did many valiant Acts but he Oppressed was by Clubâ— and so are we Where Homer's learned pen hath sweat and chast Virgil hath sung for me to rime were wast ALEXANDER HEre 's he for whom the world too little was He sweat in the streight compasse know the cause His large ambitious minde did know no bound As little roome serves him as me i' th' ground CAESAR HEre 's he that wept at Alexanders Tomb ' Cause at his yeares he had not so much orecome Who did advance the Aristocracy Unto Imperiall State though cruelly Witnesse the dy of chang'd Pharsalia's fields Whose story lofty Lucan fully yeilds A man more famous for his Pen or Sword 'T is hard to judge nor can I here afford Him when the fawning Senate said they 'd make Happy and high basely his life they take Tres Moderni Arthur the Prince renown'd for Lady-fights And his round Table and his sturdy Knights Read now like to Romances will be sound And what 's his Table now the whole world's round I shall not write of Godfrey Bulloignes Duke Nor yet shall Charlemaine swell up this Booke No since my owne good Charles is not the great Unlesse it be in Soule in Cause more yet Great in his wrongs great in his sufferings too I shame to write it Countrymen to you Shall it be said and not recanted Freinds Have your great promises these homely ends Glorious and Rich courage our Lord was so He made the World yet knew not whereto go The Nine Muses Yet while by these this number 's made divine Let 's not forget the Muses they were nine When those nine worthies shall augmented be By Charles his Nephews and his Progeny And the swolne Annals strout with thy brave Deeds Which now the world in quaint Mercurius reads Those nine well warm'd with a peculiar fire Shall Penne themselves thy warres and not Inspire EIGHTS Octo Personae WHen first I drew this Card it griev'd my heart For high offence this figure did impart It call'd to mind that Watry world when th' Earth Was drown'd and of mankind a generall dearth That high gigantick and rebellious race That fought against their God for highest place Broke into drops like to a proud swolne wave And were intombed in a floating grave High were the men the women heavenly faire And fruitfull too for Continence was rare Wherefore God punisht their inconstant blood Except eight Persons with a constant Flood WHat Ovid in his Metamorphosis Doth as a Fable tell In truth is This And many wise men thinke that his Mor-phosis Was stolne out of the Pentateuch of Moses And what you read of good Deucalion And grandam Pyrrah each one threw their stone And they forthwith took kindly heat and life Is true in good-man Noah and his wife And Sem and Japheth and accursed Cham And their three dames from whence all people came The Seminary of man was then the Arke That too was of all Beasts the moving Parke The Rabbins very pretty stories have Of Noah when he built that swimming Cave How that his Neighbours wondred and did say Good Lord whither went my Cock and Hen to day Anothers Ramme and Ewe his Bull and Cow Her Dogge and pretty Bitch were here but now And Lamech loving Doves but all were met And hundred Couples more as if they had set Some merry meeting at that