acknowledge misbegorten pelfe Must like the getters of it rust and rot And such a liuing Tombe thy Corps inherit A good report according to thy merit Sonnet 14. HAd I the skill of Homer Maro Naso Or had I that Admir'd ornated stile Of Petrark or the braue Italian Tasso I could not ouermuch thy praise compile But as I am alas and woe the while A poore vnlearned silly simple swaine At whose attempt the world with scorn will smile And flout th'vnshapen issne of my braine But duty bids me lanch into this Maine Though my performance be but weake of store Yet worthy mindes this goodnesse doe retaine Not to despise the seruice of the poore I lou'd him liuing and my loue to show My least and last poore loue I heere bestow FINIS A FVNERALL ELEGY DEPLORING THE DEATH OF THE TRVE Patterne Patrone and mirrour of Honour the Right Honorable Lord IOHN RAMSEY Lord Discount HADINGTON Earle of HOLDERNESSE Who departed this life on Tuesday the 24 of Ianuary last and was buried in the Abby-Church of Westminster on Tuesday the last of February following Haee dextra vindex Principis Patriae An A R M E and hand well ARM'D With HEAV'NLY might That gripes a iust drawne SWORD thrust through a HEART Adorned with a ROYALL DIADEM This and this Motto was his owne by right Giuen by his SOVERAIGNE for his iust desert And in his Coate of ARMES inserted them His right Hand did reuenge and ouer came His Prince and Countries foes and purchas'd fame TO THE RIGHT HONOVRABLE and vertuous Lady the LADY MARTHA Countesse of Holdernesse RIght Honoured Madame to your noble view These lines of greife with griefe I dedicate Not that I would your cares a fresh renew Or any way your sorrowes aggrauate Of you put please to reade what I relate My hope is that your grieued heart shall finde Some things that may your woe extenuate And adde some comfort to your care-craz'd minde And as you still haue nobly beene inclin'd To beare with Christian patience euery crosse So be that Vertue still to you combinde Supporting you to vndergoe this losse Thus crauing pardon I the heau'ns implore To make your sorrowers lesse your comfort more IOHN TAYLOR A Sonnet of true and notable obseruations vpon feuen seuerall Teuesdayes VPon a Tuesday hee his Birth beganne Vpon a Tuesday he his baptismâ— had Vpon a Tuesday hee his Honour â— anne Vpon the Gowries whose intents were bad Vpon a Tuesday hee at first did wed The Noble Sussex daughter who deceast Vpon a Tuesday then hee married Sir William Cockains Câ—alde by heau'ns behest Vpon a Tuesday hee dâ—ataste Deaths Cup And to his blest Redeemer gaue his spirit Vpon a Tuesday hee was closed vp Within his Tombe which doth his Corpâ— inherit Thus vpon Tuesdaies 't was his lot to haue Birth Baptisme Honor two Wiues Death Graue A FVNERALL ELEGY YOu Poets all where is your Art become Are you all tong-ti'd ar your Muses duin Or are your sorrows in your brests so shut That you your pens to paper cannot put Can neither duty or your loue expresse The lamentable losse of Holdernesse Alas I know that you doe know his Worth Was farre beyond your skils to blazon forth And that when you had done what could be done It had beene as a Taper to the Sunne He was an Ocean for whose sake I know A dry inuention may with plenty flowe He was a well manured fertile field Which to a barren wit would haruest yeeld He was a Subiect of transcendent size Beyond each vulgar pen to Poetize And though I know my selfe vnworthy farre With my poore Glow-worme Muse t' attend this Starre Yea though I cannot as I would endite Attribute here I offer vp my mite Which in his Noble Treasury I throw My latest Duty that I can bestow And well I hope these lines of mâ—ne shall last When as his Tombe by Time shall be deâ—ac'd Yea though I had no hope to hue so long To write his Epicediaâ— or Deaths song Yet since God so decrees this Elegie My duty loue and thankes shall testifie How can the World but be in Honour poore Since it in losing him hath lost such store Or how can Vertue hope to liue and thriue Hee 's dead whose life preserued her aliue Religion was his Tutresse and his Matron And vnto her he was a zealous Patron Truâ— Charity belou'd with him did liue And to the poore his Glory was to giue Yet was his bounty from the world so hid His right hand know not what his left hand did So that his carriage and his Noble parts Iustly deseru'd and firmely kept mens hearts That his true praise great Britaines Bounds did fill And no man e're had cause to wish him ill His merits through Heau'ns fauour did afford That Heldernesse had euery mans good word For though the world doth vndergoe this curse That euery day it waxeth worse and worse He had a Noble and a Christian way Whereby his life was better'd euery day For to his end eu'n from his dayes of youth His time did sade but goodnesse still had growth So as his life did weare his Vertue grew And Grace did daily still more Grace renew Hee was no diuing Politician Or proiect-seeking Monopolitan Hee ne'r prouok'd the silly orphants cryes Nor fill'd with teares the woefull widdowes eyes But as his Princes fauour he did merit Hee vs'd it with such modesty of Spirit That though he might almost haue what he would Yet in such bounds he his demaunds did hold Which Honour and his Conscience did restraine That Prince or people neuer could complaine So as his life was all good mens content His death doth generally make all lament Much like a fruitfull piece of land well till'd Or as a Box with precious oyntment fill'd Eu'n so his Actions and his Conuersation Pleasd pleasur'd and much honour'd all our Nation And though that Honours doe change mannees much Yet sure in him th' effects were neuer such Though merit and the kings benignity Did raise him vnto Noble dignity Though he in Titles was promoted high Yet still his minde retain'd Humility That though desert had made his honours more His minde was rais'd no higher then before Promotion with humility combind A losty Title and a lowly minde These Vertues are exceeding great and rare And not by many men possessed are And yet in him these gifts were so apparent As if they had beene naturall inherent For had he beene with loue of Pride endowd He had the means that might haue made him proud Hee ne'r esteem'd Court complementing bubbles Nor car'd hee for the flattring Knee that doubles Hee knew it was Ambitions onely end To mount vp higher when it seemes to bend And therefore he these frothy toyes did shunne Not fit for men but Monkeyes to be done And in his actions shew'd himselfe to be Full of plaine honest true integrity He euery way himselfe did so demeane That from his
was â—â—â—â— a toy To jumpe in plaine â—â—â—â—â—â— thir â—◠〈…〉 â—â—â— Then was accâ—â—â—â—◠〈…〉 â—â—â— The â—â—rauaâ—ler reply'd that he â—â—â—â—â—â—â— The King of Pigmies and the Fair Queene And beene where triple headed 〈…〉 Did guard the sulpheus â—â—â—â—â— â—â—â—â—â—â— The Poet he had beeneâ—â— Hâ—â—â—â—â—â— And rak'd from embers â—â—â—â—â—â—â—on Old Saturnes downâ—â—all and â—â—â—â— royall rising With thousand fictions of his wits dâ—â—â—sing And for the Paâ—nter scornes to come behinde He paints a flying Horse a Golden Hinde A Sagitary and a grim wild man A two neckt Eagle and a coleâ— blacke Swan Now reader tell me which of those toure Lyers Doth best deserue the whetstone for their hyers Epigram 36. THough Death doe Vâ—uâ—ers of life depriue Yet their extortions euer shall suruiaâ—e Epigram 37. MIraculous Monsters in the British clime Monsters of Nature sprungs from putred slime S 〈…〉 that pull'd the Gaâ—es of â—â—â—â— downe Nor Libian Hercules whose â—â—â—â—â—â—â—â—rowne Would mâ—zâ— strong Gyants tâ—â—â— the Lyons rage Were not so strong as Gallants of this age Why you shall see on vpâ—â—râ—â—â—â—kâ—â—â— aâ—nd lacke Will beare fiue hundred Akers on his backe And walke as stourly as if it were no load And beare it to each place of his aboad Men of such strength I iudge it necesiary That none but such should Porters burdens â—arry Epigram 38. FOr Gods loue tell what gallant Gullis that With the great Featâ—er and the Beauer Hatâ— O now I know his name is Mounsieur Shâ—se Great Cozenâ— german to Sir Cutbâ—rt â—heâ—â— All his reuenewes still he beates about him Whore-house nor ordinary neuer are without him False Dice sharp Knife and nimble nimming fingers Are his sworâ—e subiects and his tribute bring â—â—â— Thus dath hâ—swagger sharke steale filâ—â— quarrell Vntill the Hangmans Wardrop hangs his parrell Epigram 29. A Famous House in poasting hast is built â—â—â— Porch with Pillars all beguilt Braue lâ—â—rie Chimnies pitty to defile them Pray make no fire for the smoake will soyle them Epigram 40. A Worthy Knight there is of ancient fame Ans sweet Sir Reuerence men do call his name By whose industrious policie and wit There 's many things well tane were else vnfit If to a foule discourse thou hast prerence Before thy foule word name Sir Reuerence Thy beastly tale most pleasantly will slip And gaine thee praise when thou deteru'st the whip There 's nothing vile that can be done or spoke But must be couered with Sir Reuerence Cloake His ancient pedigree who euer leekes Shall finde he 's sprung from 'mongst the gallant Greekes Was Aiax Squire great Champton to God Mars Pray God Sir Reuerence blesse your Worships Epigram 41. HVnting is all this Gentlemans delight Yet out of Towne his worship neuer rides He hunts inuisible and out of sight For in the Citie still his Game abides He hunts no Lyon Tygre nor the Bore Not Back nor Stag nor Hart nor Hâ—â—de nor Hound But all his sport 's in hunting of a Whore And in the chase no trauaâ—le he will spare He hath one Dog for hunting of the Cunny Worth a wholekénell of your flip mouth'd hounds He will not part with him for any money But yet the Curre will course beyond his bounds But I aduise him to respect his lot Least too much heating make him pockie hot Epigram 42. FAlling a sleepe and sleeping in a dreame Down by the dale that flows with milk cream I saw a Rat vpon an Essex cheese Dismounted by a Cambrain clad in Freeze To bid his worship eate I had no need For like a Serieant he began to feed Epigram 43. A French and English man at Dinner sate And neither vnderstanding others prate The Frenchman sayes mange proface Mousieur The Englishman begins to storme and sweare By all the Diuels and the Diuels dams He was not mangie but i th wrists and haâ—s Epigram 44. A Dead dead bargaine is a quicke quicke wife A quicke wife lyes ore long vpon ones handsâ—â— But for a dead wife that hath lost her life A man may sooner vtter then his Lands This Riddle greatly doth amaze my head That dead things should be quicke and quicke thin â—â—â—â— Loe then I le make an outcrie woundrous strange If death doe any wife of life depriue I giue her Husband coyne to boot and change And for his dead wife one that is aliuâ— Besides I le pay the buriall and the Feast And take my wife a gaine when she 's deceast Epigram 45. MOmus sits mumming like an Anticke elfe Hates others good nor doth no good himselfe Epigram 46. REader is any thing this Booke thee cost Thou need'st not deeme thy câ—â— and labor lostâ— 'T will serue theâ— well Tobacco for to drie Or when thou talkst with mother Anthonie 'T will serue for Muckenders for want of better So farewell Reader I remaine thy debter Satyre THou that hast euer beene a rouing Thiefe A diuing Cuâ—purse or a periur'd â—â— laue And in all villanie hast bâ—â—ne the eniâ—â—â— And with a brazen brow canst â—â—â—â—â— braue That steal'st thy Pedegree from ancient houses And iet'st in broaking Sattin euery day That tak'st delight in stabbing and Carowses Not caring how thou lerst thy loose life shay Thou that hast beene a Traytor to thy Pâ—â—â—â— A great Arch villaine to thy Natiue foyle And wouldst by treacherie exile from thence The blested peace hath bene procur'd with toyle Thou that hast beene a Machimlian For damned sâ—â—ighâ—s cone its and policie Thou that hast been an Antichristian Or Schismaticke with blinded Heresie If any of these vile iniq â—ities Haue beene the Axiomâ— of thy passed life Then view the Roles of old antiquities And see goods got with falshood lost with strife There shall you see how Iustice euermore Hath poyz'd the Ballance and vpheld the Sword How Grauity inspit'd with Wisedomes lore Hath Vertue honour'd and foule vice abhorr'd How Treason hath beene seuer'd lim from lim How Theft and Murther there haue pay'd their hire How those that earst in wordly Pompe did swim Hoâ—â—â—yld their fortunes in disgraces mire How Persurie hath forfeited his câ—ros How Cheating's mounted on the Pillorie How gracelesse Impudents that nothing feares Doe end their dayes in loathed miserie How Vâ—urie is plagaed with the Goat How Auarice complaineth of the Stone How gailtie Consciences are still in doubt How Eâ—uie gnawes on honour to the bone How Lercherie is laden with the Poxe How Prodigalitle doth end with woe How Pandarisme is headed like an Oxe Because the Destinies appoint it so How Drunkennesse is with the Dropsie fraught And made his visage like a fiery Comet Who being full must haue the tother draught Till like a Swine he wallow in his vomit How dam'd Hypocrisie and painted zeale And outward shew of painted Holinesse Doth like a Canker eate the publike weale All scornefull pride yet seemes all lowlinesse To thee that read'st this therefore be it knowne If any of these vices are immur'd Within thy heart not to the world yet showne If by
Comick straine In Tragedy or any other vaine In nipping Satyrs or in Epigrams In Odes in Elegies or Anagrams In eare-bewitching rare Hexameters Or in Iämbicke or Pentameters I know these like a Sculler not a Scholler And therefore Poet pray asswage your choller If as a theese in writing you enuy me Before you iudge me doe your worst and try me TO THE MIRROR OF TIME THE MOST REFVLGENT SPLENDIDIO VS REFLECTING COVRT Animal Don Archibald Armstrong Great M. Comptroller Commander and Countermander of mirth alacrity sport and ridiculous confabulations in this Septentrionall â—â—â— Westerne Monarchie of Magna Britania Your poore and daily Orator IOHN TAYLOR wisheth increase of your wisdome in your owne person and that your eminence and spirit may be infused into the bosoms of most mens heires that esteeme more of Wealth then of Wisdome RIght worthy worthlesse Patron the dayes and times being such wherein wit goes a wooll-gathering in a thredbare Iacket and folly is well reputed amongst those that seeme wise I considering this hauing but little wit in a mad humour bade farewell it and neuer so much as asked the question Wit whither wilt thou Being certainly perswaded that playing the foole will repaire the â—â—reaches which my vnhappy wit hath made in the Bulwarke of my reputation as it hath done to many others wherefore good sir with reuerence I hearing that so great a member in your esteemed quality as M. Thomas Coriat of Odcomb was drowned in his passage towards Constantinople and knowing that many good and worthy writers haue graced his liuing trauels So I haue made bold vnder your great Patronage to write his tragicall supposed Death-song or Funerall Eâ—legie not knowing any man of that worthy worth besides your selfe to whom I might dedicate these sad Epicediums Thus not doubting of your acceptance and protection I commit my selfe and my labors to your wonderfull wisdomes cenâ—ure alwaies hauing a poore Muse to trauell in your seruice Iohn Taylor TO THE GENTLEMEN READERS THAT vnderstand A.B. from a Battledore No Sooner newes of Coriats death was com But with the same my Muse was strookeÌ„ dom â— whilst he liued he was my Muses subiect Her onely life and sense sole pleasing obiect OdeoÌ„bian Graecian Latin Great ThomAsse He being dead what life hath she alasse â— yet I hope his death was false Report Or else 't was rumord to beget some sport To try how his deare friends would take his death And what rare Epicediums they would make T' accompany his all-lamented Herse In hobling iobling rumbling tumbling verse Some smooth some harsh some shorter some long As sweet Melodious as Madge Howlets song But when I saw that no man tooke in hand To make the world his worth to vnderstand Then vp I bussled from Obliuions den And of a Ganders quill I made a pen With which I wrote this following worke of woe Not caring much if he be dead or noâ— For whilst his body did containe a life The rarest wits were at continuall strife Who should exceed each other in his glory But none but I haue writ His Tragick story If he be dead then farewell he if not At his returne his thankes shall be thy lot Meane time my Muse doth like an humble Pleaâ—â— Intreat acceptance of the gentle Reader Remaining yours euer IOHN TAYLOR A SAD IOYFVLL LAMENTABLE DELIGHTFVLL MERRY-GO-SORRY ELEGY OR FVNERALL POEM VPON the supposed death of the famous Cosmographicall Surueior and Historiographicall Relator M r THOMAS CORIAT of Odcomb O For a rope of Onions from Saint Omers And for the muse of golden tongued Homers That I might write and weepe and weep and write Odcombian Coriats timelesse last good-night O were my wit inspir'd with Scoggins vaine Or that Will Summers ghost had seaz'd my braine Or Tarlton Lanum Singer Kempe and Pope Or she that danc'r and umbled on the rope Or Tilting Archy that so brauely ran Against Don Phebâ—â— knight that wordy man O all you crue in side pi'd coloured garments Assist me to the height of your preferments And with your wits and spirits inspire my pateful That I in Coriats praise be not ingratefull If euer age lamented losse of folly If euer man had cause of Melancholly Then now 's the time to waile his ruthlesse wracke And weepe in teares of Clares and of Sack ANd now according to my weake inuention His wondrous worthles worthines I 'l mention Yet to describe him as he is or was The wit of Men or monsters would surpasse His head was a large poudring tub of phrases WheÌ„ce men would pick delites as boys pick daises O head no head but blockhouse of fierce wars Where wit and earning were at daily lars Who should possesse the Mansion of his pate But at the last to end this great debate Admired learning tooke his heads possession And turnd his wit a wandring in progression But Miny on Muse hold whither wilt thou goe Thinkst thou his rare anatomy to shew None borne a Christian Turke nor yet in Tartary Can write each veyne each sinew and each artery His eyes and eares like Broakers by extortion Ingrost strange forraine manners and proportion But what his eyes and eares did see or heare His tongue or pen discharg'd the reckoning cleare That sure I thinke he well could proue by law He vttered more then e'r he heard or saw His tongue and hands haue truly paid their score And freely spent what they receiu'd and more But lord to see how farre o'r-shot am I To wade thus deepe in his Anatomy What now he is I 'l lightly ouerpasse I 'l onely write in part but what he was That as Grim Death our pleasures thus hath crost T is good because he 's gon to know what 's lost HEe was the Imp whilst he on earth suruiu'd From whom this west-worlds pastimes were deriu'd He was in City Country field Court The Well of dry braind lests and Pump of sport He was the treasure-house of wrinckled laughter Where melancholly moods are put to slaughter And in a word he was a man 'mongst many That neuer yet was paralleld by any Who now like him in spite of wind and weather Will weare one shiftlesse shirt 5. months together Who now to doe his natiue country grace Will for a Trophee execute his case Who now will take the height of euery Gallowes Or who 'l describe the signe of euery Alchouâ—e Whether his Host were bigge or short or tall And whether he did knock e'r he did call The colour of his Host and Hostesse haire What he bought cheap what he paid for deare For Veale or Mutton what he paid a ioynt Where he sate down and where he loos'd a poynt Each Tower each Turret and each lofty steeple Who now like him wil tel the vulgar people Who now will set a worke so many writers As he hath done in spite of his back-biters With Panegericks Anagrams Acrosticks â—emblazon him the chiefe among fantasticks â—las not one not one
loue thee hee is either a foole or a mad man indeed our first father was too diffident towards God and too credulous toward Thee our first mother was a lyar and our first brother was a murtherer this is the sweet kindred wee came of yet thou Obewitching world doest puffe vs vp with pomp making vs forget our originall and esteeme our selues Demie-gods when we are farre lesse then men there is a more resemblance of immortalitie in a suite in Law then in the life of a man and we are so credulous that when the whoremaster is called honest man the Knaue will belieue himselfe to be so Truth is and euer hath beene dangrous to be spoken It cost Iohn Baptist his head and Clytus his life World I haue two requests to thee which if thou grant mee I will neuer thanke thee the first is good cloathes for those beare a monstrous sway because I haue occasion to speake with great men and without good cloathes like a golden sheath to a leaden blade there is no admittance Secondly that thou wilt keepe close from my Readers all preiudicate opinions or let them be perswaded that this following Booke is not of my writing for oppinion doth worke much in such cases There were Verses once much esteemed for their goodnesse because it was thought that a learned Italian Poet named Sanazarus made them but afterward being found to bee of a poore mans writing they lost their estimation An Anthem was once sung before the Dutchesse of Vrbin and but slightly regarded but after beeing knowne that Iaquin de pris made it it was extolled So for my poore inuentions of my poorer selfe were it namelesse I am perswaded that it would passe more blamelesse howsoeuer world to thee I send it I know thou hast many humours and qualities and I hope to finde some of the best of them resoluing to take my lot as it fals with patience fortitude and as many vertues as I haue and more too knowing my selfe for two conditions to haue no fellow first in beeing a Sculler secondly a VVater-Poet of the last of which there is and shall bee no more I hope And knowing further that the way to immortalitie is euer to remember mortalitie and that death hath more manners then an Ague for death will bee a mans guest but once which when hee comes I wish all men readie to bid him welcome So world in plaine termes I tell you there is no trust in you yet I like a foole put you in trùst with my Booke the reason is I am wearie of you and it and take leaue to leaue you IOHN TAYLOR Errata or Faults to the Reader FAults but not faults escap'd I would they were If they were faults escap'd they were not here But heere they are in many a page and line Men may perceiue the Printers faults or mine And since my faults are heere in prison fast And on record in print are like to last Since the Correcters let them passe the Presse And my occasions mix'd with sicknesses And that foure Printers dwelling farre asunder Did print this booke pray make the faults no wonder I will confesse my faults are â—cap'd indeed If they escape mens Censure when they read No Garden is so cleare but weedes are in 't All is not Gold that 's coined in the Mint The Rose hath prickles and the spots of sinne Oft takes the fairest features for their Inne Below the Moone no full perfection is And alwaies some of vs are all amisse Then in your reading mend each mis-plac'd letter And by your iudgement make bad words â—ound better Where you may hurt heale where you can affect There helpe and cure or else be not too strict Looke through your fingers wink conniue at mee And as you meet with faults see and not see Thus must my faults escape or escape neuer For which good Readers I am yours for euer IOHN TAYLOR In laudem Authoris THou hast no learning yet with learned skill Thou dost write well although thy meanes be ill And if I could I would thy merits raise And crowne thy temples with immortall Bayes Thine in the best of friendship ABRAHAM VIELL TAYLORS VRANIA To the Vnderstander SEe here the Pride and Knowledge of a Sayler His Sprit-saile Fore-saile Main-saile his Mizzâ—â— A poore fraile man God wot I know none frailer I know for Sinners Christ is dead and rizen I know no greater â—inner then Iohn Taylor Of all his Death did Ransome out of Prizzen And therefore here 's my Pride if it be Pride To know Christ and to know him Crucifide 1 ETernall God which in thine armes do'st Graspe All past all present and all future things And in ineuitable doome dost claspe The liues and deaths of all that dyes and springs And at the doomefull day will once vnhaspe Th' accusing booke of Subiects and of Kings In whom though ending nor beginning be Let me O Lord beginne and end in thee 2 All cogitations vaine from me remooue And cleanse my earthly and polluted heart Inspire me with thy blessings from aboue That to thy honour I with Artlesse Art May sing thy Iustice Mercy and thy Loue Possesse me with thy Grace in euery part That no prophane word issue from my pen But to the Glory of thy name Amen 3 I doe beseech thee gracious louing Father Reiect me not in thy sharpe iudging Ire But in thy multitude of Mercies Rather Recall me to thee Recollect me Nigher My wandring Soule into thy bosome Gather And with thy Grace my gracelesse heart Inspire Dictate vnto my mind what it may thinke Write with thy Spirit what I may write with ink 4 Thou all things wast cu'n then when nothing was And then thou all things did'st of nothing make Of nothing All thou still hast brought to passe And all againe to nothing must betake When sea shall burne and lâ—â—d shall melt like brasse When hills shall tremble and the mountaines quakâ— And when the World to Chaos turneâ— againe Then thou Almighty All shalt All remaine 5 And since this vniuersall massie ball This earth this aire this water and this fire Must to a ruine and a period fall And all againe to nothing must retire Be thou to me my onely All in All Whose loue and mercy neuer shall expire In thee I place my treasure and my trust Where Fellon cannot steale or canker rust 6 All things but only God at first began The vncreated God did all Create In him Alone is equall will and can Who hath no ending or commencing date To whose Eternitie all time 's a span Who was is shal be euer in one state All else to nothing hourely doth decline And onely stands vpon support Diuine 7 Our high Creator our first Parents form'd And did inspire them with his heau'nly spirit Our Soules-seducer Satan them deform'd And from Gods fauour did them disinherit Our blest Redeemer them againe reform'd And ransom'd them by his vnbounded merit Thus were
serue the Sou'raigne of the Stygian Lake Say not to morrow thou wilt seeke the truth And when sin leaues thee thou wilt sinne forsake When thou no more through weaknes canst offend Then lame old rotten thou wilt God attend 47 When hoary haire and blood all frozen chill When eyes waxe dim and limbs are weake lame And that no more thy rash rebellious will Cannot performe vile deeds of sinne and shame When thou hast lost thy strength to doe more ill Then vnto Heau'n thy minde thou ' ginst to frame Thy youth in Satans seruice being spent In age thou think'st on God and dost repent 48 Supppose a man that 's much ingag'd to thee Hath a good Horse which thou dost much desire Thou offrest for him thrice his worth to be The Master of this Beast thou dost require But this ingrate full wretch will not agree To giue to sell him thee or let thee hire But lets him all his youth be rid by those Who are thy spightfull and thy mortall foes 49 And when hee 's leane and old and lame and blinde Gall'd foundred filtby wanting no disease Botts Glaunders Spauin broken in the winde Not a tooth left to mumpe on beanes and pease Then this Companion most vnkindly kinde Will let thee haue this Palfray if thou please If now past good thou scornest to receiue him Hee le slay his skin off the dogs shall haue him 50 Betwixt thy God and thee such is the case When thou art young strong sound of winde and lim Thy soule and body shuns his heau'nly Grace Thou wilt not serue thy God nor waite on him But heedlesse headlong run'st a hellish race Till age hath brought thee to the graues hard brim Then being clog'd with sin diseas'd and foule Thou offrest God thy body and thy soule 51 But dost thou thinke he is at thy command Or that his mercy must attend thy leasure Or dost thou thinke thou canst in iudgement stand And scape the iustice of his high displeasure Or dost thou thinke that his Almighty hand Is shortned or that his supernall pleasure Regards not how the Sonnes of Men doe liue Or that without Repentance hee 'le forgiue 52 Sly Satans Rage is almost at an end And well he knowes his domination's short He therefore now doth all his Engins bend To batter and confound our fleshly Fort He and his Ministers doe all attend To draw vs to his damn'd infernall Court. For if he lose our soules at latest cast T will be too late when all his power is past 53 And therefore now he plots his diuellish drifts To separate vs from our God so louing In making vs vnthankefull for his gifts And by our heynous sins his Anger mouing Whilst wings of Faith our prayers vpwards lifts To praise our Maker as is best behouing Then Satan kills our Zeale and vnawares We are intangled in vile worldly snares 54 God made enough all men to satisfie Yet not enough to giue one Man content For he that had the worlds whole foueraigntie Would couet for a further continent Ambitious thirst of fading Dignitie As though they were for euer permanent Doth banish Loue and euery heau'nly Motion Blinds all our Zeale and murders our Deuotion 55 'T is truely writ in many a thousand story And thousand thousand sheets of blotted paper Declares how terrene things are transitory Incertaine certaine wasting like a Taper How frothy painted Pompe and greedy Glory When least we thinke doth vanish like a vaper Experience teacheth this and truth bewraies it And various humane accidents displaies it 56 To day great Diues in a purple coate With Epicurian Appetite doth feed His cups with Wine doe ouerflow and floate His baggs with quoyne his heart from feare is freed And on the world and wealth doth only dote As if his death his life should not succeed He loues himselfe himselfe loues him agen And liu's a hated wretch of God and Men. 57 Nor stone or dropsie or the groaning Gowt Can make him with his wealth to liue in hate He maugre paine takes pleasure to finde out New Proiects to increase his too great state To marry much to much he casts about And neuer dreames of his expiring date Vntill he heare the fatall bell to towle And Hell stand gaping to deuoure his Soule 58 I'haue heard of an extortionizing Curr That hath beene numbd and sencelesse as a logg Who neither limbe or leg or ioynt could sturr But on his death-bed grunting like a Hogâ— And almost speechlesse with his rattling Murr Yet care of Coyne his conscience did so clogg That not a thought of Heau'n he could afford But ten â— the hundred was his latest word 59 Thus Gold that should be captiue vnto all Doth captiuate his Keeper as a slaue Who like an Idoll doth before it fall And neuer meanes another God to haue And when Heau'ns Pursiuant grâ—m-Death doth call To warne him to his vn-a-voyded Graue Vntill his Iawes be craw'd and ram'd with mold Hee 'le speake or speechles make a signe for gold 60 We ought no formed Creature to adore Or frame will-worship in our idle braine Nor of the Angells must we ought implore For Man and Angells helpe is all but vaine Yet pur-blind Auarice still gapes for more And makes his Mammonuish God his gaine He playes the Bawd his money is the Whore Whilst it breeds Bastards he doth hold the door 61 He thinks his life Angelicall because Amongst the Angells he doth spend his time And Royall he will be for in his pawes The Royalls are insnarde like birds in lime And with his Nobles he ordeineth Iawes That base extortion shall not be a crime He marks how Kingdomes Prouinces and Townes Are ouer-ruled by his cursed Crownes 62 But if he note his Angells what they be Not heau'nly nor yet those from Heau'n that fell But they are in a third and worse degree Dumb damned sencelesse ministers of Hell They cannot smell or feele taste heare or see And thousand times be'ng told yet cannot tell Th' ar lock'd and barr'd and bolted vp in thrall Which shewes their Nature not Angelicall 63 His Royalls doth not Royallize himselfe Or make him better then he is or was In spight of all his ill got canker'd Pelfe Hee 's but a miserable golden Asse The Deuills deare darling a most hatefull Else Which as Hells Factor on the Earth doth passe Were euery haire about him made a Royall He were a Wreath to God and Men disloyall 64 His Nobles no way doth enoble him Their Counsell cannot mend his Rascall minde His heart 's obdurate and his eyes are dim To thinke or see t'ward good to be inclinde Hee 'le venter soule and body life and â—â—â—â—â— To scrape and scratch what he must leaue behinde His Nobles thus ignobly make him liue And headlong to the Deuill their Master driue 65 Amongst his Marks he neuer marketh how He spends or lends or giues his ill got store He marks to make it multiply
griefe surpassing griefe To see her Sauiour captiu'd as a thiefe Her Loue beyond all loues her Lord her all Into the hands of sinfull slaues to fall If but a mother haue a wicked sonne That hath to all disordred orders runne As treasons rapes blasphomings murther theft And by the Law must be of life berest Yet though he suffer iustly by desert His suff'ring surely wounds his mothers heart Suppose a woman haue a vertuous childe Religious honest and by nature milde And he must be to execution brought For some great fault he neuer did nor thought And she behold him when to death hee 's put Then sure tormenting griefe her heart must cut These griefes are all as nothing vnto this Of this blest Mother of eternall blisse Her gracious Sonne that neuer did aâ—nisse His gracelesse seruant with a Iudas kisse Betraid him vnto misbeleening slaues Where he was led away with bils and staues To Annaâ— Caiphae Pilate and to those That to th' Immortall God were mortall foes Ah Iudas couldst thou make so base account Of Him whose worth doth heauen and earth surmount Didst thou esteeme of 30. paltry pence More then the life of the eternall Prince O monstrous blindnesse that for so small gaine Sold endlesse blisse to buy perpetuall paine Is' t possible damn'd auarice could compell Thee sell heau'ns Kingdome for the sinke of hell Our Father Adam vnto all our woes Did for an Apple blessed Eden lose And Esau borne a Lord yet like a slaue His birth-right for a messe of pottage gaue And poore Gehizi telling of a lye His couetousnesse gain'd his leprosie And though the text their deeds doe disallow Yet they made better matches farre then thou I doe not heere impute this deed of shame On Iudas because Iudas was his name For of that name there haue beene men of might Who the great battels of the Lord did fight And others more But sure this impure blot Stickes to him as hee 's nam'd Iskarriott For in an Anagram Iskarriott is By letters transposition traytor kis ISKARRIOTT Anagramms TRAITOR KIS. KIsse Traytor kisse with an intent to kill And cry all haile when thou dost meane all ill And for thy fault no more shall Iudas be A name of treason and foule infamie But all that fault I 'le on Iskarriott throw Because the Anagram explaines it so Iskarriott for a bribe and with a kisse Betraid his Master the blest King of Blisse And after but too late with conscience wounded Amaz'd and in his senses quite confounded With crying Woe woe woe oh woe on me I haue betraid my Master for a fee Oh I haue sinned sinned past compare And want of grace and faith pluckes on despaire Oh too-too late it is to call for grace What shall I doe where is some secret place That I might shield me from the wrath of God I haue deseru'd his euerlasting rod. Then farewell grace and faith and hope and loue You are the gifts of the great God aboue You onely on th'Elect attendants be Despaire hell horror terror is for me My hainous sinne is of such force and might 'T will empt th' Exchequer of Gods mercy quite And therefore for his mercy I le not call But to my iust deseru'd perdition fall I still most gracelesse haue all grace withstood And now I haue betraid the guiltlesse blood My Lord and Master I haue sold for pelfe This hauing said despayring hang'd himselfe There we leaue him and now must be exprest Something of her from vvhom I haue digrest The Virgins heart vvith thousand griefs vvas nipâ— To see her Sauiour flouted hated vvhipt Despightfulnesse beyond despight vvas vs'd And vvith abuse past all abuse abus'd His apprehension grieu'd her heart full sore His cruell scourges grieu'd her ten times more And wheÌ„ his blessed head with thorns was crown'd Then floods of griefe on griefe her soule did wouÌ„d But then redoubled was her griefe and feare When to his death his Crosse she saw him beare And lastly but alas not least nor last When he vpon the tree was nailed fast With bitter teares deep heart-wounding groues With sobs and sighs this Maiden-Mother moanes What tongue or pen can her great griefe vnfold When Christ said Woman now thy Sonne behold That voyce like Ice in Iune more cold and chill Did dangerously wound and almost kill Then as old Simeon prophesi'd before The sword of sorrow through her heart did gore And if 't were possible all womens woes One woman could within her brest inclose They were but puffes sparkes mole-hills drops of raine To whirl-winds meteors Kingdomes or the maine Vnto the woes griefes sorrowes sighs and teares Sobs gronings terrors and a world of feares Which did beset this Virgin on each side When as her Sonne her Lord and Sauiour dide Thus he to whom compar'd all things are drosse Humbled himselfe to death euen to the Crosse He that said Let there be and there was light He that made all things with his mighty might He by whom all things haue their life and breath He humbled himselfe vnto the death Vnto the death of the curst Crosse this he This he this He of hee 's did stoope for me For me this Wel-spring of my soules releefe Did suffer death on either hand a theefe The one of them had runne a theeuing race Rob'd God of Glory and himselfe of Grace He wanted liuely faith to apprehend To end his life for life that ne'r shall end With faithlesse doubts his minde is armed stiffe And doth reuile our Sauiour with an If. If that thou be the Sonne of God quoth he Come from the Crosse and saue thy selfe and me The other Theefe arm'd with a sauing faith Vnto his fellow turn'd and thus he saith Thou guilty wretch this man is free and cleare From any crime for which he suffers here We haue offended we haue iniur'd many But this man yet did neuer wrong to any We iustly are condemn'd he false accus'd He hath all wrong all right to vs is vs'd Hee 's innocent so are not thou and I We by the Law are iustly iudg'd to dye Thus the good Theefe euen at his latest cast Contrary to a Theefe spake truth at last And looking on our Sauiour faithfully Whilst Christ beheld him with a gracious eye These blest words were his prayers totall â—â—â— O Lord when thou shalt to thy Kingdome come Remember me Our Sauiour answer'd then A doctrine to confute despairing men Thou who by liuely faith laist hold on me This day in Paradise with me shalt be Thus as this theefes life was by theft supplide So now he stole heau'ns Kingdome when he dyde And I doe wish all Christians to agree Not t'liue as ill but dye as well as he Presumptuous sinnes are no way here excus'd For here but one was sau'd and one refus'd Despaire for sinnes hath here no rule or ground For as here 's one was lost so one was found To teach vs not to sinne with wilfull
to you Next to the Court in generall I am bound To you for many friendships I haue found There when my purse hath often wanted bait To fill or feed it I haue had receite So much for that I 'le now no more rehearse They shew their loues in prose my thankes in verse When death Mecanas did of life depriue Few of his Noble Tribe were left aliue This makes inuention to be meane and hard When Pride and Auarice doth kill reward And yet me thinkes it plainely doth appeare Mens writings are as good as e're they were Good lines are like a Banquet ill imployd Where too much feeding hath the stomack cloyd Good verses fall sometimes by course of fate Into their hands that are preiudicate And though the Writer n'er so well hath pend Yet they 'le find fault with what they cannot mend Thus many a learned well composed line Hath bin a Pearle that 's cast before a swine Or more familiarly to make compare Like Aqua vitae giuen vnto a Mare These fellowes glutted with variety Hold good lines in a loath'd saciety Whilst paltry Riming Libels Tigges and Iests Are to their appetites continuall feasts With which their fancies they doe feed and fill And take the Ill for good the Good for ill Whilst like to Mōkeyes scorning wholsome meate They greedily doe poysnous spiders eate So let them feed vntill their humours burst And thus much bold to tell them heere I durst That Poetry is now as good as euer If to bounty relieue her would endeuer Mens mindes are worse then they haue bin of yore Inuention's good now as it was before Let liberality awake and then Fach Poet in his hand will take a pen. And with rare lines inrich a world of paper Shall make Apollo and the Muses caper SVPERBIAE FLAGELLVM OR THE VVHIP OF PRIDE VVHen all things were as wrap'd in sable night And a If any man fetch his Story higher let him take my booke for nought Ebon darknes muffled vp the light When neither Sun or Moone nor Stars had shinde And when no fire no Water Earth or Wind No Haruest Autumne Winter when no Spring No Bird Beast Fish nor any creeping thing When there was neither Time nor place nor space And silence did the Chaos round imbrace Then did the Archwork master of this All Create this Massie Vniuersall Ball And with his mighty Word brought all to passe Saying but Let there be and done it was Let there be Day Night Water Earth Hearbs Trees Let there be Sunne Moone Stars Fish Fowle that flees Beasts of the Field he said but Let there be And all things were created as we see Thus euery sensible and senselesse thing The High-Creators Word to passe did bring And as in viewing all his workes he stood He saw that all things were exceeding good Thus hauing furnisht Seas and Earth and Skies Abundantly with all varieties Like a Magnificent and sumptuous Feast For th' entertainment of some welcome Guest When Beasts and Birds and euery liuing Creature And the Earths fruits did multiply by Nature Then did th' Eternall Trinity betake It selfe to Councell and said Let vs make Not Let there be as vnto all things else But LET VS MAKE MAN that the rest excels According TO OVR IMAGE LET VS MAKE MAN and then did th' Almightie Red Earth take With which he formed Adam euery limme And hauing made him breathed life in him Loe thus the first Man neuer was a Child No way with sinne originall defil'd But with high Supernat'rall Vnderstanding He ouer all the World had sole commanding Yet though to him the Regency was giuen As Earths Lieutenant to the God of Heauen Though he commanded all created things As Deputy vnder the King of Kings Though he I so highly here was dignifide To humble him not to be puff'd with Pride He could not brag or boast of high borne birth For he was formed out of slime and earth No beast fish worme fowle herbe weed stone or tree But are of a more ancient house then he For they were made before him which proues this That their Antiquity is more then his Thus both himselfe and his beloued Spouse Are by Creation of the younger house And whilst they liu'd in perfect Holinesse b Imperfect Holinesse and Righteousnesse Their richest Garments were bare Nakednesse True Innocency were their chiefest weeds For Righteousnesse no Masque or Visor needs The royal'st robes that our first Parents had Was a free Conscience with Vprightnesse clad They needed ne'r to shift the cloathes they wore Was Nakednesse and they desir'd no more Vntill at last that Hell-polluting sin With Disobedience soil'd their Soules within And hauing lost their holines Perfection They held their Nakednes an Imperfection Then being both asham'd they both did frame Garments as weedes of their deserued shame Thus when as sinne had brought Gods curse on man Then shame to make Apparell first began E're man had sin'd most plaine it doth appeare He neither did or needed Garments weare For his Apparell did at first beginne To be the Robes of penance for his sinne Thus all the brood of Adam and of Eue The true vse of Apparell may perceiue That they are Liueries Badges vnto all Of our sinnes and our Parents wofull fall Then more then mad these mad-brain'd people be Or else they see and will not seeme to see That these same Robes with Pride that makes them swell Are tokens that our best desert is hell a Comparison Much like vnto a Traytor to his King That would his Countrey to destruction bring Whose Treasons being prou'd apparantly He by the Law is iustly mg'd to dye And when he lookes for his deserued death A Pardon comes and giues him longer breath I thinke this man most madly would appeare That would a halter in a glory weare Because he with a halter merited Of life to be quite desinherited But if he should vainegloriously persist To make a Rope of silke or golden twist And weare 't as a more honourable show Of his Rebellion then course hempe or towe Might not men iustly say he were an Asse Triumphing that he once a Villaine was And that he wore a halter for the nonce In pride that he deserued hanging once Such with our heau'nly Father is the Case Of our first Parents and their sinfull Race Apparell is the miserable signe That we are Traytors to our Lord diuine And we like Rebels still most pride doe take In that which still most humble should vs make Apparell is the prison for our sinne Which most should shame yet most we Glory in Apparell is the sheete of shame as 't were Which for our penance on our backs we beare For man Apparell neuer did receiue Till he eternall Death deseru'd to haue And thus Apparell to our sense doth tell Our sinnes 'gainst Heau'n and our desert of Hell How vaine is it for man a clod of Earth To boast of his high progeny
expressed by Saint Paul Romans 9. 3. Where he saith For I would wish myselfe to be separated from Christ for my brethren that are my kinsmen according to the flesh Thus these two blessed Lamps or Beacons which God appointed to illuminate his Church did desire the dreadfull Curse of Gods heauy and eternall wrath to fall vpon them for euer rather then Gods honour should be violated or their brethren befor euer reprobates These two last Curses of Moses and Paul against themselues were so great and good examples of true zeale to God and loue to our neighbours that though it be long since they liued yet I haue not read or heard of any that euer imitated them Moses as a Type of Christ before his Incarnation and Paul as a follower of Christs example after his bitter death and passion did both wish themselues to be accursed to the end that thereby so many of their miserabeb rethren might be blessed so our Sauiour Christ though hee were and is the fountaine of all blessing yet hee was contented to be made a Curse for as many as would lay hold on the promises of God by faith in him Galatians 3 23 14. And thus I conclude my third part of this Treatise of Man Cursing himselfe Fourthly When Man Curseth or Blasphemeth God THis sinne is as it may rightly be called a degree beyond sinne for this is the sword which the Deuill doth put into mad-mens hands wherewith they doe wound themselues mortally for there were neuer yet any that durst to lift vp this Cursed weapon of Blasphemy against God but that the point thereof did alwayes turne into their owne bosomes to their destructions or most grieuous calamities as Pharaoh when hee said Who is the Lord I know not the Lord neither will I leâ—â— Israel goe Exodus 5. 2. and Sennacherib King of Assyria by the mouth of his seruant Rabshakeh blasphemed the Name of the Lord of Hoasts 2. Kings 18. Where he doth impiously extoll the Heathen Idols aboue the God of Israel saying verse 34. and 35. Whence is the God of Hamath and of Arpad Where is the God of Sepharuatm Heua and Iuab How haue they deliuered Samaria out of mine hand The like did Holophernes Iudith 6. 3. when he threatned the Israelites in Bethuliah saying That their God should not deliuer them When he had set vp his golden Image threatning all that would not fall down and worship it with most cruell torments to death he proudly said Who is that God that can deliuer you out of mine hands Nicanor Lieutenant Generall or Captaine of the Host of King Demetrius 2. Machabeus 15. Against Iudas Machabeus and the Host of Israel whom he purposed to inuade vpon the Sabbath day said verse 3. Is there a Lord in Heauen that commandeth the Sabbath day to be kept and verse 4. when they said There is a liuiâ—â— Lord which ruleth in the Heauen who commanded the seuenth day to be kept then he said And I am mighty vpon Earth to command them for to arms themselues and to performe the Kings busines But this Blasphemons miscreant had his hire for he lost 35000. of his men in the battell and himselfe was slaine and his head hand and shoulder brought in triumph to the City of Ierusalem and his accursed tongue cut out and cut in small pieces and giuen to the fowles of the Ayre as the same chapteâ— doth declare The Scribes and Pharises Marke 3. 22. did Blaspheme our Sauiour and said hee had Deuill and that through the power of Beelzebub he did cast out Deuils out of the possessed But as the liues of these and all other Blasphemers were odious and execrable so were their deaths and punishments miserable and remarkable for Pharaoh after the enduring of many most grieuous plagues lost his Kingdome and his life he and all his Army being drowned in the red Sea Exod. 14. 27 28. Sennacherib for his Blasphemy lost in one night 185000. men all of them being slaine by the Angell of the Lord himselfe being forced to flee to saue his life where at his returne to his Kingdome he was slaine by his owne sonnes in the Temple at Nineueh as he was at the vngodly worship of his god Nisroch 2. Kings 19. 37. Holophernes that blasphemous Champion was by Gods iust Iudgement being asleepe in his Tent and drunken although he were in his Camp amidst a great Army of his owne rusty Souldiers yet was his head smote from his shoulders by a woman and carried â—nto the City of Bethulia and there vpon the highest place of the walles set vp in memoriall of Gods vengeance and his peoples victory â—deth 14. 1. Nebuchà dnezzar was for his blasphemy depriued of his manly reason and Kingdome â—nd for seuen yeeres space liued as a beast among the beasts of the field Daniel 4. 30. The Scribes and Pharises who were the onâ—y men in reuerend estimation amongst the â—ewes as being the writers and expounders of the Lawes for their blasphemy were deliuered vp into most miserable captiuity and â—â—erpetuall slauery as is before expressed God is iealous of the honour of his Name that he commanded the blasphemer â—o be stoned to death Leuiticus 24. 14. Which was forthwith executed vpon him in the â—3 verse For which cause when that blessed man Iob was in his greatest afflictions sitting in â—â—shes full of Byles and sores then his wife perswaded him to Curse or blaspheme God and dye Iob 2. 9. She well knowing that the Law was so strict that for euery such â—ffence there was a speedy execution of death and so by that meanes shee would haue perswaded him to haue been quickly dispatched out of his paine and misery Briefly then to conclude this short Treatise Cursing I beseech you brethren by the â—percies of God that you all haue an especiall â—â—are not to blaspheme the holy and glorious Name of our good and gracious Creator Redeemer and Sanctifier that we by our Cursing doe not turne his blessings into a Curse vpon vs and our posterity here and eternally thereafter that wee bee not so much out of â—oue charity and obedience as to Curse our Superiours neighbours or any other persons or lastly that wee bee not so wilfully â—â—ad to Curse ourselues all which Cursed â—â—eanes are the causes to plucke downe vpon our heads the dreadfull Curses of the Almighty as it hath done in all times and ages vpon Blasphemers and Cursers Against Swearing WHen man hath so farre offended God by his disobedience that hee had thereby purchased to himselfe and all his posterity perpetuall damnation not knowing which way to turne himselfe from the Almighties wrath and much lesse knowing how to bee repossest in his fauour when vndeserued vnknowne vnhoped for mans infinite misery was to bee cured by his Creators infinite mercy then at that time if God had giuen man leaue to aske some great gift which he might be redeemed by had he had licence to desire or request what
should beheaded be The Earle of Flanders Philip did ordaine Their losse of life and goods that swore in vaine Saint Lewis the King of France enacted there That for the first time any one did sweare Into imprisonment one month was cast And stand within the Pillory at last But if the second time againe they swore One with an iron hot their tongues did bore And who the third time in that fault did slip Were likewise boared through the vnder-lip For the fourth time most gricuous paines belongs He caus'd to be cut off their lips and tongues Henry the fift of England that good King His Court to such conformity did bring That euery Duke should forty shillings pay For euery Oath he swore without delay Each Baron twenty Knights or Squires offence Paid tenne and euery Yeoman twenty pence The Boyes and Pages all were whipt most fine That durst abuse the Maiestie diuine Thus Pagan Princes with sharp lawes withstood Profaning of their Gods of stone or wood And Christian Kings and Rulers formerly Haue most seuerely punisht blasphemy And shall a Heathen or an Infidell That knowes no ioyes of Heauen or paines of Hell More reuerence to his deuillish Idols show Then we doe to the true God whom we know If we remembred well but what we were And what we are we would not dare to sweare Poore trunks of earth fill'd with vncertaine breath By nature heires to euerlasting death Most miserable wretches most ingrate 'Gainst God that did elect vs and create Redeem'd conseru'd preseru'd and sanctifi'd And giues vs hope we shall be glorifi'd H' hath giuen vs being life sense reason wit Wealth and all things his Prouidence thinkes fit And for requitall we quite voyde of grace Curse sweare and doe blaspheme him to his face Oh the supernall patience of our God That beares with Man a sin polluted clod When halfe such treasons 'gainst an earthly King Would many a Traytor to confusion bring Suppose a man should take a Whelp and breed him And stroke him make much of him feed him How will that curre loue him beyond all other Neuer forsaking him to serue another But if he should most disobediently Into his Masters face or throat to fly Sure euery man that liues vpon the ground Would say a hanging's sit for such a hound And worser then so many dogges are they That 'gainst their God with oathes do barke bray And if repentance doe not mercy win They 'll hang in Hell like Hell-hounds for that sin Of all black crimes from Belzebubs damn'd treasure This swearing sin no profit yeelds or pleasure Nor gaines the swearer here but earths vexation With change of his saluation for damnation It is a sinne that yeelds vs no excuse For what excuse can be for Gods abuse And though our other faults by death doe end Yet Blasphemy doth after death extend For to the damn'd in Hell this curse is giuen They for their paines blaspheme the God of Heauen Examples on the earth haue many beene As late in sundry places haue beene seene At Mantua two braue Russians in their games Swore and blasphem'd our blessed Sauiours name Where Gods iust iudgement full of feare dread Caus'd both their eyes to drop from out their head In Rome a childe but fiue yeeres old that swore Was snatcht vp by the Deuill and seene no more And at Ragouse a Mariner did sweare As if he would Gods name in sunder teare When falling ouer-boord was drown'd and tost And nothing but his tongue was onely lost Remember this you sinfull sonnes of men Thinke how that Christ redeem'd you from Hells den His mercy he hath giu'n in magnitude Requite him not with vile ingratitude He made the Eares and Eye and heares and sees The swearers execrable oathes and lyes The Godhead of the Father they contemne Against the Sonnes Redemption they blaspheme The Holy Spirit grieuously they grieue And headlong into Hell themselues they driue It is in vaine for mortall men to thinke Gods Iustice is asleepe although it winke Or that his arme is shortned in these times That he cannot reach home to punish crimes Oh thinke not so 't is but the Deuils illusion To draw vs desperately to our confusion Some say that 't is their anger makes them sweare And oathes are out before they are aware But being crost with losses and perplex'd They thinke no harme but sweare as being vex'd And some there are that sweare for complement Make oathes their grace and speeches ornament Their sweete Rhetoricall fine eloquence Their reputations onely excellence Their valour whom the Deuill doth inflame T' abuse their Makers and Redeemers Name Thinke but on this you that doe God forget Your poore excuses cannot pay this debt Remember that our sinfull soules did cost A price too great to be by swearing lost And blessed was our last good Parliament Who made an Act for swearers punishment And blest shall be each Magistrates good name That carefully doe execute the same Those that are zealous for Gods glory here No doubt in Heauen shall haue true glory there Which that we may haue humbly I implore Of Him that rules and raignes for euermore Th' Eternall Lord of Lords and King of Kings Before whose Throne blest Saints and Angels sings All power praise glory Maiesty thankesgiuing Ascribed be to him that 's euer liuing FINIS TO THE TRVELY GENEROVS AND NOBLE KNIGHT SIR IOHN MILLISSENT SERIEANT PORTER TO the Kings most Excellent Maiestie RIght worthy Knight when first this Booke I writ To You I boldely Dedicated it And hauing now enlarg'd both Prose and Rime To you I offer it the second time To whom should I these sorrowes recommend But vnto You the Cities Noble Friend I know you are much grieued with their Griefe And would aduenture Life for their reliefe To You therefore these Lines I Dedicate Wherein their Sorrowes partly I relate I humbly craue acceptance at your hand And rest Your Seruant euer at command IOHN TAYLOR TO THE PRINTER MY Conceit is that these are very lamentable Verses and will grieue many the reading they so expresse Death to Life and make mortalitie immortall I wish that as many as can make vse of such Lines had Copies the rest may want them Here and there a Verse may occasion a Teare then the Authour is a true VVater-Poet indeed but else-where there wants not a hand-kercheffe to dry that Teare So is the whole worke a * A Sweete-bitter or Bitter-sweet 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 and deserues an Approbation at least from IOHN TAYLOR of Oriell Colledge in Oxford THE PRAEFACE IN this lamentable time of generall Calamity our hainous sinnes prouoking Gods iust Indignation this heauy visitation and mortality I being attendant vpon the Queenes Maiestie at Hampton Court and from thence within two miles of Oxford with her Barge with much griefe remorse did see and heare miserable and cold entertainement of many Londoners which for their preseruation fled and
should haue a Nation purg'd and pure And as Elizabeth when she went hence Was wayted on as did be seeme a Prince Of all degrees to tend her Maiestie Neere forty thousand in that yeere did dye That as she was belou'd of high and lowe So at her death their deaths their loues did showe Whereby the world did note Elizabeth Was louingly attended after death So mighty Iames the worlds admired mireur True faiths defending friend sterne Foe to Errour When he Great Britains glorious Crown did leaue A Crowne of endlesse glory to receaue Then presently in lesse then eight months space Full eighty thousand follow him a pace And now that Royall Iames intombed lyes And that onr gracious Charles his roome supplies As Heau'n did for his Father formerly A sinfull Nation cleanse and purifie So God for him these things to passe doth bring And mends the Subiects for so good a King Vpon whose Throne may peace and plenty rest And he and his Eternally be blest NOw for a Conclusion in Prose I must haue one touch more at the vncharitablenesse and ingratitude of those beastly barbarous cruell Country Canibals whom neither the entreaty of the healthy or misery of the sicke could moue to any sparke of humanity or Christian compassion their ingratitude being such that although the Citty of London hath continually extended her bounty towards the Countries in generall and particular necessities for repairing their Churches Bridges and high wayes for their wrackes by sea for their losses by fire for their â—inundations by water for many Free-scholes Alme-houses other workes of piety and charity most largely and aboundantly expressed and most apparantly knowne vnto them yet notwithstanding all these and much more then I can recollect these Grunting Girigashites these Hog-rubbing Gadarens suffers the distressed sonnes and daughters of this famous fostering City to languish pine starue and dye in their streetes fields ditches and high-wayes giuing or allowing them no reliefe whilest they liued or burials being dead whose liues in many places might haue beene saued with the harbours and entertainment which the currish Nabals did afford their swine They haue their excuses and by the fault of their hard-heartednesse vpon the strict command from the Iustices and Magistrates alas a staffe is quickely found to beate a dogg for let it be granted that the Iustices and men of Authoritie did command and counsell then to be wary and carefull yet I am sure that neither God or any Christian or good Magistrate did euer command or exhort them to be cruell vnmercifull vnthankefull barbarous inhumane or vncharitable for it there were â—â— are any either Iustice or other of that hellis and hoggish disposition let him or them expect to howle with Diues for being so vncompassionate What haue you beene but murtherers of your Christian brethren and sisters for the rule of charity saith that whosoeuer heeor they be that may relieue or helpe the necessities of others and doth reiect or neglect it by which meanes those that are in want doe perish that they are murtherers and as many of our Country Innes and Ale-houses haue vnchang'd their signes because they will giue no harbour vpon any condition to neither whole or sicke so without Repentance and Gods great mercy some of them must expect to hang in hell for their inhospitable want or pittie What madnesse did possesse you did you thinke that none but Citizens were marked for death that onely a blacke or ciuill fuâ— of apparell with a Ruffe-band was onely the Plagues liuery No you shall find it otherwayes for a Russet Coat or a sheepe-skin couer is no Armour of proofe against Gods Arrowes though you shut vp barracado your dores and windowes as hard as your hearts and heads were Ramd against your distressed brethren yet death will find you and leaue you to iudgement The Booke of God doth yeeld vs many presidents and examples that we are to be carefull to preserue life it is madnesse to stand wilfully vnder a falling house or to sleep whilst the water ouer-flow vs to runne desperatly into the fire or not auoid a shot or a stroke of a sword It is lawfull to auoid famine to shun the Leper the great or small Pox and many other diseases for if Physicke be good to restore health it is wisdome to preserue health to preuent Physicke The skilfull Mariner in a dangerous storme or tempest will make the hest haste he can into a safe hauen or a good harbour I am commanded to loue my neighbour and to bee carefull to helpe him in the preseruation of his life and therefore I must be respectfull of mine owne Our Sauiour Christ although he was God omnipotent whose becke or the least of his commands could haue consumed Herod and crushed him and his Tyraâ—ny to nothing yet did he please not to vse the power and strength of his Godhead but for our instruction and example shewing the weaknesse and imbecillity of his humanity hee fled from Herod into Egypt By this which hath beene written it is apparent that it is lawfull for any man to absent himselfe if his calling will permit the same from manifest and approaching danger oâ— his life Beasts Fowles and Fishes will shunne their destruction Wormes and contemptible vermine as lice and slâ—as will crawle creepe and skip to saue themselues from death therefore man that hath being Life Sence Reason and Hope of immortalitie may lawfully seeke his owne preseruation But if there be any that haue out of a slauish or vnchristian-like feare fled or runne-away from this famous City in this lamentable visitation I meane such as left neither prayer or purse to relieue those that vnderwent the grieuous burthens of sickenesse and calamity such as trusted more in the Country aide then in heauenly prouidence such as imagined that their safety was by their owne care and industry not remembring that their sinnes and transgressions haue helped to pull downe Gods wrath vpon their afflicted brethren and Sisters I say if any such there be that attribute their preseruation to their owne discreet carriage giuing the praise to the meanes not much minding the All-sufficient cause and Giuer of the meanes If any such haue fallen into the vncourteous pawes of the sordid Rusticles or Clownish Coridons let them know that Gods blessings are worth thankes and that they were iuslly plagued for their vnthankefulnesse And some haue beene too swift and fearefull in flying so many haue beene too slow and aduenturous in staying depending too much vpon a common and desperate opinion that their times are fixed that their dayes are numbred that their liues are limited so that till God hath appointed they shall not dye and that it lyes not in them or any power of man to lengthen life All these Assertions are true and I must needs grant vnto them But for as much as God is the Land Lord of life and puts it as his Tenants in our frailc Tenements although
the Land Lord knowes when the Tenant shall depart yet we are ignorant and know neither when where nor how therefore though there bee no flying from death when God hath appointed it so we not knowning the time when wee shall dye must seeke to preserue life by shunning perils and dangers of death let vs make much of life whilst we haue it for wee doe not know how long we shall keepe it and let vs haue a care to liue well and then I am sure wee are out of feare to dye ill Being it is both naturall lawfull and commendable to auoid all these dangers aforesaid I hold it much reason to shunne the place or person infected with the Plague or Pestilence But here may arise an obiection for Master Mulligrubs Mistris Fump Goodman Beetle the Constable Gaffer Lagg the Hedgborough and Block the Tythingman will say that they did but seeke their owne safeties and preseruations in not entertaining the Londoners for they were ignorant and did not know who were in health or cleare and who were infectious in which regard they thought it the surest course to relieue or harbour none at all this is partly answered before for no man doth or can taxe them for being wary and carefull but for their vnchariblenesse and vnchristianlike dealing both to the quicke and dead for the Towne of Henden in Middlesex seuen miles from London was a good Country president if the rest had the grace to haue followed it for they relieued the sicke they buried the dead in Christian buriall and they being but a small Village did charitably collect eight pounds at the lest which they sent to relieue the poore of Saint Andrewes in Holborne besides they allowed good weekely wages to two men to attend and bury such as dyed and though they are no Pharises to ploclaime their owne charity yet I could not ouerslip their deserued commendations In many other places there hath been much goodnesse and Christian loue exprest for the which no doubt but there is more then an earthly reward in store For I taxe not all Townes and Villages though I thinke most of them doe harbour some in the shapes of men with the mindes of Monsters A man sicke of an Ague lying on the ground at Maydenhead in Barkeshire with his Fit violently on him had stones cast at him by two men of the Towne whom I could name and when they could not cause him to rise one of them tooke a Hitcher or long Boate-hooke and hitch'd in the sicke mans Breeches drawing him backward with his face groueling on the ground drawing him so vnder the Bridge in a dry place where hee lay till his Fit was gone and hauing lost a new Hat went his way One was cast dead into the Thames at Stanes and drawne with a Boat and a rope downe some part of the Riuer and dragged to shore and indiched One at Richmond was drawne naked in the night by his owne Wife and Boy and cast into the Thames where the next day the corpâ— was found One at Stanes carried his dead Wife on his backe in a Coffin and faine to be Bearer Priest Clarke Sexton and Graue-maker himselfe thete and many more I could speake vpon knowledge and should I write all that I am truely informed of my Booke would out-swell the limits of a Pamphlet let it suffice that God hath not forgotten to be gracious and mercifull our sicknesse he hath turned to health our mourning into ioy and our desolations into full and wholesome habitations and though the Country in many places doth beginne to share in this Contagion let them not doubt but they shall finde the City more charitable and hospitable then they deserue or can expect And so God in mercy turne his fierce wrath both from them and vs. FINIS TO ALL THOSE THAT HAVE BEENE ARE VVILL OR WOVLD BE MASTERS OF A SHILLING OR TWELVE-PENCE SIR Iohn Mandeuill an English Knight a famous Trauailer and discouerer of forraine Maners Regions and Rarieties Christopher Collumbus Magellane Hernando Cortez Don Diego de Almagro Drake Hawkins Frosbushir Baskeruile Cauendish and many more worthy Trauailers of our owne other Nations whose honourable dangerous laudable atchieuements haue made their meritorius names to be Recorded to the admiration of the time past present and to future postcrity yet if it be well considered it will plainely appeare that all their laborious endeauours had an end with their liues But the Trauailer that Itreate of the Thrice-treble-triumphant Troynouantine Twelue-pence is like a perpetuall motion in a continuall trauell to whose Iourney there can be no end vntill the world come to a finall dissolution and period For the progresse of Coriat was but a walke in regard of my Shillings per ambulation and if the inke and Paper-murthering fictions should be true of Amadis de Gaule Huon Sir Egre Beuis Guy the Mirrour of Knighthood the seuen Champions Chinon Sir Dagonet Triamore Monsieur Mallegrindo Knight of the frozen Ile If it were possible that all their lyes should be true of the great Trauels of those imaginarse and neuer seene worthies yet must they all come short of the praise that is due to my trauelling Twelue-pence I could haue bussied my braines about many other subiects as quicke Epigrams biting Satyres Sharpe Iambicks soothing Elegies pleasant Pastorals Odes Madrigals or Roundelayes alluring Sonnets flattering Epithalamiums or lying Epitaphs Panegericks or name-seruing Acrosticks and Annagrams losty Tragedie lowly Comedie riddling Morall or stately Heroicks either of all these I could haue poorely handled but that any Muse stumbled by chance vpon this Twelue-peny subiect wherein I would haue the Reader to consider what in some places I speake onely of a Shilling or Twelue-pence and in some places generally of Money â—â— haue set downe the manner of my Shillings shifting of Masters more often then the Serieants doe for they vse the old Sherifs like Almanacks out of date and yeerely serue the new but Twelue-pence hath sometimes twelue sixteene or twenty Masters in a day In a word Reader I doe not beg your fauour â—raue your acceptance entreat your kindnesse implore your loue or request your friendship for it is not any of these in particular that seeke or care for but generally at all I ayme and for all I hope and being in that hope I leaue you to Reade and Iudge of my insuing Labours and my Twelue-pences Trauels Yours as you please to be mine IOHN TAYLOR THE TRAVELS OF TVVELVE-PENCE Imagine Reader to his griefe and glory Twelue-pence him selfe declares his wandring story Relating how he first was borne and bred And how about the world he Trauailed IF any one as I dare boldly done a No man dares confesse his whole life and actions as my Twelue-pence doth His Bitth his breeding and his Life declare Let him appeare and I dare lay my necke He wil be hang'd or else deserue a checke From vast America's rude barbarous bounds b Where
is not seene in thee Would'st haue a Whore a coach smoke drinke or dice Money will bring thee all at any price Woul'dst haue all pleasures in variety Money will thy insatiate wantâ— supply Then seeting money can doe what it will Haue not men reason to regard it still Some things there are that money cannot win But they are things men take small pleasure in As Heau'n and a good Conscience Vertue Grace He that loues Money cannot these imbrace For he whose heart to Money is inclin'd Of things Coelestiall hath but little minde If Money were a woman I doe see Her case most pittie pittifull would bee Because I thinke she would â—â—â—â—â—â—â— haue Except a Goâ—ty miserable Knave One that all night would by her lye and Grone Grip'd with the Coâ—â—icke or tormenting Stone With stinking coughing gruting spitting spauling And nothing â—ut Contagâ— us Catterwalâ—ing Besides hee 'd be so Iealous day and night He would not suffer her goe out of sight That sure I thinke her Case farre worie would be Then is the Turkish Galley slauery â—or none but such as thâ—se whome Age hath got Are in the Loue of Money extreme hot And when as Hearing Sent and Teste and sight Are gone yet â—eeling Money 's their delight The whilest a Young-man full of strength and pride Would make her goe by water Run and Ride Force in all things to supply his neede For Recreation or to Cloath and Feede Compell her to maintaine him fine and braue And in a word make her his Drudge or Slaue And all his Loue to her would be â—ose For hee 'd but kiâ—e her and so let her goe Thus if It were a Woman as I say Her Case were lamentable euery way For Old men * Old mâ—n loue money viâ—â— within Doores would euer worr'y her And youngmen round about the world would hurry her That were she matched with either yong or old Her miseries would still be manifold But this Commanding bright Imperious Dame Vsde well or ill Shee 's euermore the same Locke her or Let her loose the cares not which She still hath power the whole world to bewitch I call to minde I heard my Twelue-pence say That he hath â—â—â— at Christmas beene at play At Court at th' Innes of Court and euery where Throughout the Kingdome being farre and neere At Passage and at * Strange alteration Mumchance at In and in Where Swearing hath bin counted for no Sinne Where Fullam high and Low-men bore great sway With the quicke helpe of a â—â—ard Cater â—rey My sâ—illing said such swaggering there would be Among the wrangling Knaues for me quoth he Such sâ—outing â—â—â—â— dring thrusting thronging setting Such striuing crowding iustling and such betting Such storming â—retting â—uming chasing sweating Refuse â—enounce me â—â—â—ne me sweâ—ring cheating So many heauy curses pâ—â—gues and poxes Where all are losers but the Butlers boxes That â—â—re in hâ—ll the Dâ—â—â—â—â— are in â—â—â—â—â— â—â— curse and to blasphemeâ— as they â—â—â— there Whilst without â—â—â— of â—â—â—â—â— offence They abuse th' 〈…〉 And this wicked â—â—â— that they doe make Is me from one another hâ—â—â— to rake * And tâ—wâ—â—y games â—â—â—â— * â—â—â—â—â—â—â—â—â— That though I were a Pagan borne I see They make themselues much worse to pocket me * My shilling is no Putitan for all this These Gamâ—sters make this time a time of mirth In memory of their blest Sauiours birth Whose deare remembrance they doe annually Obserue with extreme edious gluttony With gurmandizing beastly belly filling With swinish drinking and with drunken swilling With ribald Songs Iigges Tales gawdy cloathes With bitter cursings and most fearefull oathes That svre my shilling saith the * I speake not against honest mirth friendly Gaming nor good cheere but against the vnlawfull vse of these Recreations and abuse of God Heathen will Not entertaine the Deuill halfe so ill But worship Satan in more kinde behaviour Then some professed Christians doe their Sauiour In Saturnes raigne when money was vnfound Then was that age with peace and plenty crown'd Then mine was thine Thine mine and all our liues All things in common were except our wiues But now the case is altred as they say Quite topsie-turuy the contrary way For now mens wealth is priuatly kept close The whilst their wiues are commonly let loose For he whom loue of money doth besot For 's owne soule or 's wiues body much cares not It bewitch'd Achan at the siege of Ai For which the Israelites did lose the day It made Geâ—ezi false in his affaires And gain'd the Leprosie for him and 's heires It with th' Apostle Iudas bore such sway That it made him the Lord of life betray And * Ioshua 7. Ananias and his wretched wife By suddaine death it made them lose their life And Diuine stories and prophane recite Examples of such matters infinite * 2 Kings 5. 'T is said in Salomons Dominions That Siluer was as plenty as the Stones But sure the sinne of Couerise was not Amongst them either borne or scarce begot For all that Siluer and a great deale more Rak'd and Rip'd from the Europian shore From Asia and Sun-parched Africa And from the wombe of vast America * Acts 5. From which last place the Potent King of Spaine Eleuen millions in one yeere did gaine And from Pottozy Mines he daily had Three hundred thirty thousand Ryals made To speake what mighty summes King Dauid won And left them vnto Salomon his Son * 1 Kings 10. 27. Of Gold one hundred thousand Talents fine Siluer one Thousand and thousand from the Mine Besides from Ophir he had at the least Three thousand Golden talents of the best * Purchas Iosephus doth of Dauids Tombe thus write How th'hidden Treasure there was infinite The Basons Candlesticks and Censors all Lampes Organs Instruments most musicall Ports Altar Tables Hindges the Gates to hold They were all made of pure Refined Gold Besides six hundred Shields and Targets more The King causd all with Gold be plated o're Besides the Richnes of his Royall Throne The like whereof elsewhere * 1 Chro. 22. A Talent of Gold is in value 600. Crownes was neuer none When the Great Macedonian did subdue Darius * Ioseph in the seuenth Booke of his Antiquitâ—â—â— and his haples Persian Crue 'T is said his Treasure did so much abound Twenty nine thousand Talents there was found And more he saith if we may credit this How that in Susa and * And more the Captaines 5000. Talents and 10000 â—â—â—â— of Gold and 10000. Talents of Siluer besides Brasse â—â— Iron Persepolis They found of Siluer to encrease their store One hundred seuenty thousand Talents more When Cyrus Conquer'd Croesus * Quintus Curtius Croesus lost Three hundred millions of good Gold almost 'T is writ that Midas * Two Cities in Persia. Treasure so amounted Innumerable not be Accounted Sardanapalus an Assyrian * Aâ—â—â—
not to stay â—nd gui's but what she meanes to take away â—or by discretion is truly knowne â—â—er liberall gifts she holds still as her owne And vnto me her bounty hath bin such â—hat if she cak't againe I care not much I haue loue which I to God doe owe With which I haue a feare doth in me grow â—loue him for his goodnesse and I feare â—â—o angee him that hath lou'd me so deare â—feare in lout as he 's a gracious God Not loue for feare of his reuenging Rod. And thus a louing feare in me I haue Like an adopted sonne not like a slaue â—â— haue a King whom I am bound vnto â—o doe him all the seruice I can doe To whom when I shall in Alegeance faile Let all the Diuels in hell my soule assaile If any in his gouernment abide In whom foule Treacherous malice doth recide â—Gainst him his Royall off-spring or his friends â— wish that Halters may be all their ends And those that cannot most vnfainedly â—â—y this and sweare as consident as I Of what degree soe'r I wish one houre They were in some kind skilfull Hangmans power I haue a life was lent me 'fore my birth By the great Landlord both of Heau'n and Earth But though but one way vnto life is common For All that euer yet was borne of woman Yet are there many thousand wayes for death To dispossesse vs of our liues and breath For why the Lord of life that life doth make Will as the pleaseth life both giue and take And let me blamelesse suffer punishment Or losse of goods or causelesse banishment Let me be hang'd or burn'd or stab'd or drownd Aâ—'s one to me so still my Faith keepe sound Then let my life be ended as God will This is my minde and hope shall be so still To get to Heau'n come thousand deaths together Th' are welcome pleasures if they bring me thither I know for certaine all Mortality When it begins to liue begins to dye And when our liues that backe againe we giue We euer endlesse then doe dye or liue When good men wish long life 't is vnderstood That they would longer liue to doe more good But when a bad man wisheth to liue long It is because he faine would doe more wrong And this one reason giues me much content Though I shall haue no Marble Monument Where my corrupted Carkasse may inherit With Epitaphs to blaze my want of merit To waste as much to pollish and be-guild As would a charitable Almes-house build All which a gouty Vsurer or worse May haue and haue poore peoples heauy curse That many times the sencelesse Marble weeps Because the execrated corps it keepes When the meane space perhaps the wretched soule In flames vnquenchable doth yell and howle I haue a hope that doth my heart refresh How-e'r my soule be sundred from my flesh Although I haue no friends to mourne in sacke With merry insides and with outsides blacke Though ne'r so poorely they my corps interre Without bell booke or painted Sepulcher Although I misse these trisles Transitory I haue a hope my soule shall mount to glory I haue a vaine in Poetry and can Set forth a knaue to be an honest man I can my Verses in such habit clad T' abuse the good and magnisie the bad I can write if I lift nor Rime or Reason And talke of fellony and whistle Treason And Libell against goodnesse if I would And against misery could raile and scould Foule Treachery I could mince out in parts Like Vintners pots halfe pints and pints quarts Euen so could I with Libels base abound From a graine waight or scruple to a pound With a low note I could both say or sing As much as would me vnto Newgate bring And straining of my voyce a little higher I could obtaine the Fleet at my desire A little more aduancing of my note I from the Fleet might to the Gatehouse flote Last aboue Ela raising but my power I might in state be mounted to the Tower Thus could my Muse if I would be so base Run carelesse by degrees into disgrace But that for loue of goodnesse I forbeare And not for any seruile flauish feare Time seruing vassalls shall not me applaud For making of my Verse a great mans Bawd To set a lustre and a flatt'ring glosse On a dishonourable lump of drosse To slabber o'r a Ladies homely feature And set her forth for a most beauteous creature Nor shall my free inuention stoope t' adore A fowle diseased pocky painted whore Rewards or bribes my Muse shall ne'r entice To wrong faire Vertue or to honor Vice But as my Conscience doth informe me still So will I praise the good condemne the ill That man is most to be abhord of men Who in his cursed hand dares take a pen Or be a meanes to publish at the presse Prophaned lines or obsceane beastlinesse Scurrility or knowne apparant lyes To animate or couer villanies A halter for such Poets stead of Bayes Who make the Muses whores much worse then Thais Such Rascals make the Heliconian well In estimation and respect like hell And of all good men iustly are rewarded Contemn'd and scorn'd like hell hounds vnregarded For Poetry if it be vs'd aright Sets forth our Makers mercy and his might For though through ignorance it hath some foes God may be prais'd in Verse as well as prose Poets in Comedies are fit for Kings To shew them Metaphoricall such things As is conuenient they should know and heare Which none but Poets dare to speake for feare A Poet 's borne a Poet and his trade Is still to make but Orators are made All Arts are taught and learn'd we daily see But taught a Poet neuer yet could be And as the Tree is by the fruit well knowne So by his writing is a Poet showne If he be well dispos'd hee 'l well indite If ill inclinde he vicsously will write And be he good or bad in his condition His Lines will shew his inward disposition And to conclude this point and make an end The best amongst them hath much need to mend I haue a tongue and could both sweare and lye If to such customes I would it apply But often swearing now and then for sweares And lying a mans credit quite out weares I 'l trust an arrant Thiefe to keepe my purse As soone as one that loues to sweare and curse For can it be that he that takes a vse And custome God in swearing to abuse Can it be thought he will make Conscience then To play the false dissembling Knaue with men Nor can my supposition euer dreame That he who dares his Makers name blasphome But that if Time would but occasions bring He would betray his Countrey and his King For 't is a Maxim no man can conuince The man that feares not God loues not his Prince And he that cares not for his soule I thinke Respects not if his Country swim or sinke
made When I conceiue I am besieged round With enemies that would my soule confound As is the Flesh the World and ghostly Fiends How sen'rally their force and flatt'ry bends To driue me to presumption or despare Tauoid temptations I am full of care When consider what my God hath done For me and how his grace I daily shun And how my sinnes for ought I know are more Then Stars in sky or Sands vpon the shore Or wither'd leaues that Autumne tumbles downe And that sinnes leprosie hath ouergrowne My miserable selfe from head to heele Then hopefull feares and fearefull cares I feele When I doe see a man that conscience makes Of what he speakes or doth or vndertakes That neither will dissemble lye or sweare To haue the loue of such a man I care I care when i doe see a Prodigall On whom a faire estate did lately fall When as is spent his credit and his chink And he quite wasted to a snusse doth stink Who in the Spring or Summer of his Pride Was worship'd honor'd almost deisi'd And whilst the golden Angels did attend him What swarms of friends and kindred did befriend him Perswading him that giue spend lend Were vertues which on Gentry doe depend When such a fellow falne to misery I see forsaken and in beggery Then for some worthy friends of mine I care That they by such examples would beware A foole is he who giues himselfe t' impaire And wise is he who giues what he may spare But those that haue too much and nothing giue Are slaues of Hell and pitty 't is they liue But as the prodigall doth vainely spend As thogh his ill sprung wel-spring ne'r would end Yet in his pouerty he 's better much Then a hard-hearted miserable Clutch Because the Prodigall lets mony flie That many people gaine and get thereby A Prodigall 's a Common-wealths man still To haue his wealth all common t is his will And when he wants he wants what he hath not But misers want what they both haue and got For though man from the teate hath weaned bin Yet still our infancy we all are in And frō our birth till death our liues doth smother All men doe liue by sucking one another A King with Clemency and Royalty Doth sucke his Subiects loue and loyalty But as the Sea sucks in the Riuers goods And Riuers backe againe sucke in the floods So good Kings and true Subiects alwayes proue To suck from each protection feare and loue All Clients whatsoe'r are Lawyers nurses And many times they doe sucke dry their purses But though the Lawyer seemes in wealth to swim Yet many great occasions doe sucke him The Prodigalls estate like to a flux The Mercer Draper and the Silkman sucks The Taylor Millainer Dogs Drabs and Dice Trey-trip or Passage or The most at thrice At Irish Tick-tacke Doublets Draughts or Chesse He flings his money free with carelessenesse At Nouum Mumchāce mischance chuse ye which At One and thirty or at Poore and rich Russe slam Trump noddy whisk hole Sant New-cut Vnto the keeping of foure Knaues he 'l put His whole estate at Loadum or at Gleeke At Tickle-me quickly he 's a merry Greeke At Primesisto Post and payre Primero Maw Whip-her-ginny he 's alib tall Hero At My-sow-pigg'd and Reader neuer doubt ye He 's skill'd in all games except Looke about ye Bowles shoue-groate tennis no game comes a mist His purse a nurse for any body is Caroches Coaches and Tobacconists All sorts of people freely from his fists His vaine expences daily sucke and soake And he himselfe sucks onely drinke and smoake And thus the Prodigall himselfe alone Giues suck to thousands and himselfe sucks none But for the miser he is such an euill He sucks all yet giues none sucke but the Deuill And both of them such cursed members are That to be neither of them both I care Thus young old all estates men maids wiues Doe sucke from one another all their liues And we are neuer wean'd from sucking thus Vntill we dye and then the wormes sucke vs. I care when I want money where to borrow And when I haue it then begins new sorrow For the right Anagram of woe is owe. And he 's in woe that is in debt I know For as I car'd before to come in debt So being in my care is out to get Thus being in or out or out or in Where one care ends another doth begin I care to keepe me from the Serieants mace Or from a barbrous Bayliffs rough embrace Or from a Marshals man that mercy lacks That liues a cursed life by poore mens wracks From Sericants that are Saracens by kinde From Bayliffs that are worse then Beares is minde And from a Marshals monsters trap or snare To keepe me from such knaues as those I care A Pander Hostler-like that walks a whore And for a fee securely keeps the doore A Punck that will with any body doe And giue the pox in to the bargaine too A rotten stinking Bawd that for her crimes Seewd in a sweat hath beene some fifteene times A Drunkard that delights to curse and sweare To shun such company as those I care I care to please and serue my Masters will And he with care commands not what is ill I care to haue them hang'd that carelesse be Or false vnto so good a Lord as he I care for all Religions that are hurld And scatter do'r the vniuersall world I care to keepe that which is sound and sure Which euer and for euer shall endure I care t' auoyd all Sects and errors foule That to confusion haue drawne many a soule For be a man a Heathen Turke or Iew With Care his miserable state I rue That he should haue sence reason life and lim Yet will not know That God that gaue them him And can a Christian thinke vpon these things But it his heart with care and pitty wrings That three parts of the world the grace doth shun Of their Creator and his sauing Sonne And as the Christians few in number be Yet how they in Religions disagree Kings subiects parents children much diuided By hell misguided and by Turks derided And can a Christian thinke how these things are But that his heart must be possest with Care I would all Princes that doe Christ professe And hope through him for endlesse happinesse Their quarrels to each other to lay by And ioyne against the common Enemy Who like a tempest oftentimes hath come Aduancing Mahomet in Christendome If Christian Kings this way would all prepare For such a glorious warre as this I care And here for mirths sake some few lines are made In the behalfe of me and of my trade But honest Reader be not angry tho They looke * Some six or eight lines are old of mine own but I haue much raced them like verses I wrote long agoe But they by many men were neuer seene And therefore fit to
many times the text we doe forget Thinke but of this and then the yeere before Must be abated halfe or some what more Thus many a Christian sixty yeeres hath trod The earth and not six months hath sem'd his God When we our liues vnequally thus share In thinking of it I am full of care I care in all my actions so to liue That no occasion of offence I giue To any man with either pen or tongue In name or same or goods to doe them wrong For he 's the greatest murderer aliue That doth a man of his good name depriue With base calumnious slanders and false liess T is the worst villany of villanies To blast a good mans name with scandals breath Makes his dishonor long furuiue his death For Infamie's a colour dyde in graine Which scarcebliuion can wash out againe As nothing's dearer then a mans good name So nothing wounds more deeper then desame Nature gaue man a paire of eares and eyes And but one tongue which certainely implies That though our sight and hearing still is free â—â— must we not speake all we heare or see Then he 's a Viper that doth lyes inuent To worke thereby anothers detriment T is sinne to slander a notorious Knaue But sinne and shame a good man to depraue Thus good or bad or whatsoe'r they are To doe to neither of them wrong I care I care to get good Bookes and I take heed And care what I doe either write or read Though some through ignorance some through spite â—â— said that I can neither read nor write â—â— though my lines no Scholership proclaime â—â— I at learning haue a kind of ayme And I haue gatherd much good obseruations From many humane and diuine translations â— was well entred forty Winters since â—â— farre as possum in my Accidence And reading but from possum to posset There I was mir'd and could no further get Which when I thinke vpon with mind deiected â—â— care to thinke how learning I neglected The poet * Part of the Bookes of â—â—ry that I haue read Quid or Ouid if you will Being in English much hath helpt my skill And Homer too and Virgil I haue seene And reading them I haue much better'd beene â—â—frey of Bulloyne well by Fairfax done â—â—â— that much loue hath rightly wonne Did Chaucer Sidney Spencer Daniel Nash â—â—dip'd my finger where they vs'd to wash As I haue read these Poets I haue noted * Bookes that I haue read of Poesie Much good which in my memory is quoted Of Histories I haue perusde some store As no man of my function hath done more The Golden legend I did ouer tosse And found the Gold mixt with a deale of drosse â—â— haue read Plutarchs Morals and his Liues And like a Bee suckt Hony from those Hiues â—sepbus of the Iewes Knowles of the Turks Marcus Aurelius and Gâ—â— works â—yd Grimstane Montaigne and Suetonius Agrippa whom some call Cornelius Graue â—â—â— and Câ—â—bden Purchas Speed Did Monumentall â—â—â— and Hollinshead And that sole Booke of Bookes which God hath giuen The â—â—â— Testanicâ—ts of heauen That I haue read and I with care confesse My selfe unworthy of such happinesse And many more good Bookes I haue with care Lookt on their goods and neuer stole their ware For no booke to my hands could euer come If it were but the Treatise of Tom Thumb Or Scoggins Iests or any simple play Or monstrous nowes came Trundling in my way All these and ten times more some good some bad I haue from them much obseruation had And so with care and study I haue writ These bookes the issue of a barren wit The most of them are verse but I suppose It is much ease to name them here in prose The names of many of the bookes that I haue written First the Sculler Vpon Coriat three merry bookes called Odcombs complaint Coriats resurrection and Laugh and be fat The nipping or snipping of Abuses Two mad things against Fenor Taylors Vrania The marriage of the Princesse An Elegy on Prince Henry Two bookes of all the Kings of England Three weekes three dayes and three houres obseruations in Germany Trauels to Scotland Trauels to Prague in Bohemia An Englishmans loue to Bohemia The Bible in verse The Booke of Martyrs in verse The praise of Hempseed A kicksy winsy The great O Toole Iacke a Lent The praise of Beggery Taylors Goose. Faire and soule weather The life and death of the Virgin Mary The Whip of Pride And lastly since the reigne of th' Emperour * I was much beholding to this Emperors name to make vp the meeter OTTO Was neuer seene the like of TAYLORS MOTTO All these and some which I haue quite forgot With care as is aforesaid I haue wrote I care how to conclude this carefull straine In care I care how to get out againe I care for food and lodging fire and rayment And what I owe I care to make good payment But most of all I care and will endeuer To liue so carefull that I may liue euer Thus without wronging any man a iot I shew I haue what euery man hath notâ— My wants are such that I forgiue them free That would but steale the most of them from me My cares are many as I here expresse Poore couzin Germans vnto carelesnesse I haue a knowledge some men will read this I want the knowledge how their liking is I care in all that I herein haue pend To please the good and shew the bad to mend And those that will not thus be satisfi'd I haue a spirit that doth them deride I flattry want mens likings to obtaine I care to loue those that loue me againe Thus be mens iudgements steady or vnsteady To like my Booke the care is tane already The Prouerb sayes that haste makes often waste Then what is waste impute it to my haste This Booke was written not that here I bosst Put houres together in three dayes at most And giue me but my breakfast I 'l maintaine To write another e'r I eate againe But well or ill or howsoe'r t is pend Lik't as you list and so I make an END ODCOMBS COMPLAINT OR CORIATS FVNERALL EPICEDIVM OR DEATH-SONG VPON HIS late-reported drowning With his Epitaph in the Barmuda and Vtopian tongues And translated into English by IOHN TAYLOR The Authour in his owne defence IF any where my lines doe fall out lame I made them so in merriment and game For be they wide or side or long or short All 's one to me I writ them but in sport Yet I would haue the Reader thus much know ' That when I list my simple skill to show In poesie I could both read and spell I know my Dactils and my Spondees well My true proportion and my equall measure What accent must be short and what at leasure How to transpose my words from place to place To giue my poesie the greater grace Either in Pastorall or
but all wit And thy blown tongue wil make great ships to saile From coast to coast if winde and weather faile Againe Againe his Muse from sodaine sleep is waked And saies this booke of thine is nat'rall naked Thou urely art a seruiceable waiter For when thou mad'st this booke thou didst not loyter Yet much he doubts if God or fiend will haue thee For if thou be'st sau'd sure thy booke will saue thee If I to scape the gallowes needs must read I surely for another booke will plead The reason that incites me thereunto Thy booke to saue thee hath enough to doe This man hath a Greeke name This Gentleman thy praise doth briefely note Compares thy wit and senses to a Goare And well thy breeding he hath here exprest A Phoenix hatch'd from out the Wag-tailes nest But let them say and call thee what they will Thou wast and art and wilt be Coriat still Thomas Farnabie alias Baiurâ—fc Here 's one that like a carefull true Collector Tells like a Bee thou fill'st thy combe with Nectar Die when thou wilt in honour of thy Name Ram-headed Bel-weathers shall ring thy fame Guilielmus Austin I thinke this Author doth equiuocate In writing of the word â—â—â— The word so prittily he seemes to curtall That I imagine it is done for sportall But he perswades thee trauell once agen And make the world to surfet with thy pen. Glareanus Vadeanus Thou fatall impe to Glastenburie Abby The Prophecie includes thou art no baby That ouer Odcombs towne must one day ferrie As Whiting earst did ouer Glastenberie But yet 't is pitty one of thy rare skill Should like the Monke be drowned vpon a hill If thou canst climbe to heauen in hempen string Thy same for euer then my Muse shall sing But yet 't is safer in a Trunke to hide Then such a dang'rous wincing iade to ride Iohannes Iackeson Thou that hast trauel'd much from coast to coast Come eat this Egge that is nor rawe nor rost For like a friend this man hath plaid the cooke And potch'd this Ginnie Egge into thy booke Michael Draiton Now here 's another followes with a messe In haste before thy Booke comes to the Presse The shortnesse of the time is all his fault But now he 's come and brings thee spoons salt He saies that thou hast taught the right behauior How with great men we all may liue in fauor He bids thee liue and with their loues to ioyne Whose worth and vertues are most like to thine Nicholas Smith This Author liuely hath thy fame exprest But yet his lines are different from the rest For all but he that doe thy praises pen Say thou art farre vnlike to other men But this man to thy honour doth relate How many Courtiers thee doe imitate And how for feare thou should'st be stolne away They make themselues as like thee as they may For if they lose thee by false theft or slaughter The Court I feare will weep for want of laughter Thy greatnes here the pore-blind world may see He saies not I thy peeres haue iudged thee Stand to their censures then make no deniall For surely thou hast had a noble triall Laurentius Emley Here 's one commends thy booke and bodies paine And counsels thee to trauell once againe Whereas the treasure of thy wit and body Shall tire each lumpish asse and dronish noddie A horse that beares thy corpes more ease shall find Then men can haue in bearing of thy minde For in thy minde is many a paire of gallowes Waigh's more then thee or twentie of thy fellowes Was nothing in thy iourney small or mickle But in thy minde thou barrell'dst it in pickle So that if men to see thy minde were able There 's more confusion then was ere at Babel For there 's confusion both of tongues and towers Of loftie steeples and of lowly bowers Of libbets racks and round nor menting wheeles Of Haddockes Paddockes and of slipp'rie Eeles Of wit of sense of reason death and life Of loue of hate of concord and of strife The seuen deadly sinnes and liberall Arts Doe in thy minde discord and haue tane parts It is a doubt which side the conquest winnes Either the liberall Arts or deadly sinnes Not fourtie Elephants can beare the loade Of pondrous things that haue in thee abode Thy minde waighs more then I can write or speak Which heauie burden Atlas backe would breake Iohannes Dauis This Gentleman thy trauels doth relate Applauding much the hardnesse of thy pate I thinke thy head 's as hard as steele or rockes How could thy cox-comb else endure such knocks The brauest Smithes of Britaine haue tane paines To beat vpon the anuill of thy braines But let them beat thou canst abide the blowes Thou countst theÌ„ fauors which thy friends bestows One with a cocks-combe hits thee o'r the comb Another with an Asses eares strikes home Another with a fooles coat and a cap As hard as he can driue giues thee a clap But let them strike with what they please to strike Thy hardened head will not their strokes dislike The blows the Boore did giue thee in the vineyard Thou put'st them vp neuer drew'st thy whiniard Thou took'st a beating from a boorish foe-man I hope that thou wilt scorne a knocke from no man Richardus Badley Here 's one whose lines coÌ„mend thee with the most And saies how that a foole at Pentecost At Whitsontide he meanes did ouerthrow thee And at thy owne blunt weapon ouer-crow thee If it be true me thinkes 't is wondrous strange That thou so many countries o'r should'st range And hast the tongues of Latine and of Greeke Yet 'gainst a foole should'st haue thy wits to seeke I at the Sessions house the like haue seene When malefactors at the bar haue beene Being well-read Schollers for their booke would plead Yet for their liues haue had no power to read So thou great Polypragmon wast more graueld With this wise foole theÌ„ else-wher as thou traueld Henricus Peacham Of all rare sights in city court or towne This Author saies thou brauely put'st them downe The horrid darke eclipse of Sunne or Moone The Lyon Elephant or the Baboone The huge Whale-bone that 's hang'd vp at White-hall The sight of thee puts downe the diuell and all Tricks ligges and motions are but idle toyes The sight of thee their glories all destroyes The sweetnesse of thy Phisnomy is such That many to behold it would giue much But they are blind and would giue more to see And therefore would giue much to looke on thee The Viopian Tongue Thoytem Asse Coria Tushrump cod she adirustie Mungrellimo whish whap ragge dicete tottrie Mangelusquem verminets nipsem barely battimsore Culliandolt trauellerebumque graiphone trutchmore Pusse per mew Odcomb gul abelgsk foppery shig shag Cock a peps Comb settishamp Idioshte momulus tag rag Iacobus Field This Author 'mongst the rest in kindnesse comes To grace thy trauels with a world of
Priests Lemman and a Tinkers Pad Or Dell or Doxy though the names bee bad And amongst Souldiers this sweet piece of Vice Is counted for a Captaines Cockatrice But the mad Rascall when hee 's fiue parts drunke Cals her his Drah his Queane his Iill or Punke And in his fury'gins to rayle and rore â— Then with full mouth he truely call's her Whore And so I leaue her to her hot desires ' â—Mongst Pimps and Panders and base Applesquires To mend or end when age or Pox will make her Detested and Whore-masters all forsake her A comparison betwixt a Whore and a Booke ME thinks I heare some Cauiller obiect That 't is a name absurd and indirect To giue a Booke the Title of a Whore When sure I thinke no Name befits it more For like a Whore by day-light or by Candle 'T is euer free for euery knaue to handle And as a new whore is belon'd and sought So is a new Booke in request and bought When whores wax old and stale they 're out of date Old Pamphlets are most subiect to such fate As Whores haue Panders to emblaze their worth So these haue Stationers to set them forth And as an old whore may be painted new With borrowed beauty faire vnto the view Whereby shee for a fine fresh whore may passe Yet is shee but the rotten whore shee was So Stationers their old cast Bookes can grace And by new Titles paint a-fresh their face Whereby for currant they are past away As if they had come forth but yesterday A Booke is dedicated now and than To some great worthy or vnworthy man Yet for all that 't is common vnto mee Or thee or hee or all estates that bee And so a man may haue a Whore forsooth Supposing shee is onely for his tooth But if the truth hee would seeke out and looke She 's common vnto all men like a Booke A Booke with gawdy coate and silken strings Whose inside's full of obsceane beastly things Is like a whore Caparison'd and trap'd Full of infection to all mischiefe apt As one whore may bee common vnto any So one Booke may bee dedicate to many And sure I say and hope I speake no slander To such a Booke the Poet is the Pander He prostitutes his muse to euery one Which should be constant vnto one alone This is a kind of Bawd'ry vile and base Kils bounty and is Poetryes disgrace And left they should be lost it is ordain'd That Bookes within a Library are chain'd So he that to himselfe will keepe a Whore Must chaine her or shee 'le trade with forty more As Bookes are lease by lease oft turn'd and tost So are the Garments of a Whore almost For both of them with a wet finger may Be folded or vnfolded night or day Moreouer 't is not very hard to proue That Bookes and Whores may Riuals be in Loue To purchase mens displeasure I am loth But sure good Schollers still haue lou'd them both Some Bookes haue their Errates at the last That tell their errors and offences past So many great Whores did in state suruiue But when death did their hatefull liues depriuâ— Their faults escap'd and their Errates then Haue beene made manifest and knowne to men Some Bookes and Whores to wicked purpose her Doe for their faults receiue one punishment â—â— Bukes are often burnt and quite forgotten â—â—â—â— Whore are ouer-stew'd or rosted rotten â—â— experience shewes that Bookes much knowledge brings â—nd by experience Whores know many things â—â—â— as â—â—ed Iustice all mens losse repaires â—â—â— whores doe giue to all men what is theirs â—â—â— shee learnes yet will shee much rebuke vs â—â— I wee doe play the part of true Eunuchus â—â—â— Bookes prophane or else Hereticall â—â—â— soâ—â—ilous non-sense Schismaticall â—â—â—erts man Iudgement and his soule pollutes â—â—ch are all Whores and such will be their fruits â—â— one Slouens soyle a Booke in little space â—â—nd slauer it and so the Leaues deface â—â—â—nd some againe will take a cleanly course â—â—o read it dayly yet t is ne'r the worse â—â—â— some man vse a Whore when once they haue her â—They'le touze and teare and beastly all beslauer When forty neat Whoremasters might haue play'd â—â—nd vsde her and shee still be thought a maide â—â— that doth read a Booke he likes would be â—â—loue from any Interruption free â—â—nd hee that with a Whore would toy or lye â—â— thinke desires other Company â—â— When Bookes are wet their beauties gone or soyl'd â—â— wash a whore and all her paintings sooyl'd â—â—nd as an old Whore spight of Paint and cloathing â—â—als at the last the obiect of mens loathing â—scorn'd and vnpittied and to finish all â—â—yes in Ditch or in an Hospitall â—â— Pamphlets and some workes of writers Graue â—â—re vsde much worse then Whores by many a Knaue Who ne'r regard the matter or the price â—ot teare like Tyrants to wrap Drugs or Spice â—â— which is worse in Priuie matters vse them â—â— worst of all like Roarers they abuse them When as they rend good Bookes to light and dry â—â—â— â—â—â— Englands ds bainefull Diety And 't is a thing I ne'r thought on before A * Now a dayes Booke 's examin'd stricter then a Whore There 's not a Sheet a Lease a Page a Verse A word or sillable or letter scarce But that Authority with Iudgements eye Doth diligently looke and search and pry And gage the sense and first will vnderst nd all Lest in a Phrase or word there lurke a scandall And my poore Whore in this hath not beene spar'd Her skirts were curtaild hee nayles were * She would haue scratched else par'd All 's one for that though shee such vsage had Shee 's not left naked though not richly clad I knew shee must be question'd and I say I am right glad shee scap'd so well away And should ail Whores of high and low degree As Bookes are to account thus called bee The whorish number would waxe very small Or else men neuer could examine all This Booke my Whore or else this Whore my Booke Shee beares both names so neither is mistooke Respects not all her enemies a straw If shee offended shee hath had the Law She was examin'd and shee did confesse And had endur'd the torture of the Presse Her faults are printed vnto all mens sight Vnpartially declar'd in blacke and white And last in Pauls Church-yard and in the streets Shee suffers Penance vp and downe in Sheets And if all Whores to doe the like were made A Linnen Draper were the richest Trade If any Whore be honcster then mine is I le write no more but stop my mouth with FINIS An arrant Thiefe whom euery Man may trust In Word and Deed exceeding true and iust With a Comparison betweene a Thiefe and a Booke THis Water m The Anigram of Rat is Art Rat or Art I would commend But that I know not to begin or end He read his Verses to me and
to steale and run away most swift In their conceits and fleights no men are sharper Each one as nimble-finger'd as a Harper Thus Thieuing is not altogether base But is descended from a lofty Race Moreouer euery man himselfe doth show To be the Sonne of Adam for wee know He stole the Fruit and euer since his Seed To steale from one another haue agreed Our Infancy is Theft 't is manifest Wee crie and Rob our Parents of their Rest Our Childe-hood Robs vs of our Infancy And youth doth steale out childe-hood wantonly Then Man-hood pilfers all our youth away And middle-age our Man-hood doth conuay Vnto the Thieuing hands of feeble age Thus are wee all Thieues all our Pilgrimage In all which progresse many times by stealth Strange sicknesses doe Rob vs of our health Rage steales our Reason Enuy thinkes it fit To steale our Loue whilest Foliy steales our wit Pride filcheth from vs our Humility And Lechery doth steale our honesty Base Auarice our Conscience doth purloin Whilest sloth to steale our mindes from work doth ioyâ—â— Time steales vpon vs whilest wee take small care And makes vs old before wee be aware Sleepe and his brother Death conspite our fall The one steales halfe our liues the other all Thus are wee Robb'd by Morpheus and by Muâ— Till in the end each Corps is but a Coarse Note but the seasons of the yeere and see How they like Thieues to one another bee From Winters frozen face through snow showers The Spring doth steale roots plants buds flowers Then Summer Robs the Spring of natures sute And haruest Robs the Suramer of his fruite Then Winter comes againe and he bereaues The Haruest of the Graine and Trees of Leaues And thus these seasons Rob each other still Round in their course like Horses in a mill The Elements Earth Water Ayre and Fire To rob each other daily doe conspire The fiery Sun from th' Ocean and each Riuer Exhales their Waters which they all deliuer This water into Clowdes the Ayre doth steale Where it doth vnto Snow or Haile congeale Vntill at last Earth robs the Ayre againe Of his stolne Treasure Haile Sleete Snow or Riâ—â— Thus be it hot or cold or dry or wet These Thieues from one another steale and get Night robs vs of the day and day of night Light pilfers darknes and the darknes light Thus life death seasons and the Elements And day and night for Thieues are presidents Two arrant Thieues we euer beare about vs The one within the other is without vs All that we get by toyle or industry Our Backes and Bellies steale continually For though men labour with much care and carke Lie with the Lamb downe rise vp with the Larâ— Sweare and forsweare deceaue and lie and cog And haue a Conscience worse then any Dog Be most vngracious extreme vile and base And so he gaine not caring for disgrace Let such a Man or Woman count their gaines They haue but meat and raiment for their paines No more haue they that doeliue honestest Those that can say their Cousciences are best Their Bellies and their Backes day night and houâ—â— The fruits of all their labours doe deuoure These Thieues doe rob vs with our owne good will And haue dame natures warrant for it still â—â— crimes these Sharks do worke each others wrack â—â— reuening Belly often robs the backe Will feed like Diues with Quaile Raile Pheasant â—beâ—â—â— all tarter'd like a Peasant Sometimes the gawdy Backe mans Belly pines â—â—which he often with Duke Humphrey dines â—â— whilest the mind defends this hungry stealth â—â— sâ—ies a temp'rate dyet maintaines health â—â—â—â— cry let guts with famine mourne â—â— maw's vnseene good outsides must be worne â—â— these Thieues rob vs and in this pother â—â—mind consents and then they rob each other â—â—knowledge and our learning oft by chance â—â— steale and rob vs of our ignorance â—â— ignorance may sometimes gaine promotion There it is held the mother of deuotion â—â—â—knowledge ioyn'd with learning are poore things â—at many times a man to begg'ry brings â—â—â— fortune very oft doth iustly fit â—â—l to haue all the woâ—â—â— some all the wit â—â—â—â— robs some men into it list â—eales their coyne as Thieues doe in a mist â—â— men to rob the pot will ne'r refraine Still the pot rob them of all againe â—rodigall can steale exceeding briefe â—ks his owne purse and is his owne deare Thiefe And thus within vs and without vs we â—â—â— Thieues and by Thieues alwaies pillag'd be â—â— then vnto the greatest Thieues of all Those Thâ—â—â—â—â—y is most high and capitall â—â— that for pomp and Titles transitory â—â—your Almighty Maker of his Glory â—â— giue the honour due to him alone â—to a carued block a stock or stone â—â—image a similitude or feature Angell Saint or Man or any creature â—â— Altars Lamps to Holy-bread or Waters â—â—â— shrines or tapers of such iugling matters â—â— reliques of the dead or of the liuing â—is is the most supremest kind of Thieuing â—â—esides they all commit this fellony â—t breake the Sabbath day maliciously â—â—â— giues vs six daies and himselfe hath one â—â—herein he would with thanks be call'd vpon â—â— those that steale that day to bad abuses â—â— God of honour without all excuses Into these Thieues my Thiefe doth plainly tell But though they hang not here they shall in hell Accept repentance and vnworthy Guerdon â—â—rough our Redeemers merits gaine their pardon â—â— there 's a crue of Thieues that prie and lurch And steale and share the liuings of the Church These are hells factors merchants of all euill Rob God of soules and giue them to the Deuill For where the tythe of many a Parish may Allow a good sufficient Preacher pay Yet hellish pride or lust or auarice Or one or other foule licencious vice Robs learning robs the people of their reaching Who in seuen yeeres perhaps doe heare no preaching When as the Parsonage by account is found Yeerely worth two three or foure hundred pound Yet are those Soules seru'd or else staru'd I feare With a poore a In the 93. page of a Booke called The Spirit of Detraction the Author cites 12. parishes in one Hundred in Wales in this predicament Reader for eight pounds a yeere A Preacher breakes to vs the Heau'nly Bread Whereby our straying Soules are taught and fed And for this heau'nly worke of his 't is sence That men allow him earthly recompence For shall he giue vs food that 's spirituall And not haue meanes to feed him corporall No sure of all men 't is most manifest A painfull Churchman earnes his wages best Those that keepe backe the Tythes I tell them true Are arrant Thieues in robbing God of'd due For he that robs Gods Church t' encrease his pelfe 'T is most apparent he robs God himselfe The Patron oft deales with his Minister As Dionisius with b Iupitert Idoll in Siracusa in Sicilia Iupiter He stole his golden Cloake
multitude 'T is onely want of worke than makes them rude 'T is want of money and of manners too That makes them doe as too too oft they doo And euery good thing that in them is scant It still must be imputed to their want But leauing true men I must turne my stile To paltry Thieues whose glory is their guile For thrice three hundred of them from me tooke Some of them ready money some a Booke And set their hands to Bils to pay to me When I from Scotland should returned be Crownes pounds or Angels what they pleas'd to write I haue their filts to shew in blacke and white And after that I to Bohemia went And gaue out money and much money spent And for these things those Thieues in generall Will neither giue me gaine or Principall I lately wrote a * It is cald a Kicksie winesie or a Lerry cum twang Pamphlet to the Crue That spake their due for keeping of my due Wherein I gaue them thankes that had me paid And pardon'd those that in their graues were laid To those that were exceeding poore or fled Except good words I very little sed I praid for them that onely would and could not And I inueigh'd at those that could and would not And let those shifters their owne Iudges be If they haue not bin arrant Thieues to me For first and last they tooke with their good wils Neere fifteene hundred Bookes vpon their bils And all their hands if I the truth may vtter Are worse then obligations seald with butter For I haue in my store not worth a Louse As many Bils as well may thatch a House And there I haue the hands of Knights and Squires And Omnium gatherum cheating knaues and lyers Seuen hundred in a Galley mawfrey Close Which I would sell for fifteene pence the Groce They 'l neither pay with coÌ„ming nor with sending And are like old Boots past all hope of mending First they did rob me of my expectation And made me walke a long perambulation And as my * To whom I in all humility must euer acknowledge my obedience and dutifull thankfulnesse and seruice Royall Master when I came The good Prince and my Lord of Buckingham With many more of honour worship and Men of inferiour callings in this Land Were bountifull to me at my returne Yet I like one that doth one Candle burne In seeking of another spent their gifts To finde out sharkes and complements and shifts Theft is the best name I can giue their crime They rob me of my Bookes my coine and time Of others bounty and mine owne good hopes And for this These I leaue them to the Ropes I speake to those that can and will not pay When in the streets I meete them euery day They doe not much mistake if they doe thinke I wish them a I haue 700. Bils of their hands which in all comes to â—â—â—â— 300. â— hang'd for keeping of my chinke Thus haue I touch'd a crue of Thieuing fellowes That rob beyond the compasse of the Gallowes Whilest many little Thieues are hang'd vp dead That onely steale for need to finde them bread As Pharaâ—h's fat Kine did the leane deuoure So great Thieues swallow small ones by their pow'r And sure I thinke that common Burglaries Pick-pockets Highway Thieues and Pilferies And all that thus felloniously doe Thieue Are Thieues whose labours b The trade of Thieuing is very profitable to any men many doe relieue Who but poore Thieues doe Iaylors wants supply On whom doe Vnder-Keepers still rely From Thieuing money still is gotten thus For many a Warrant and a Mittimus And if men were not apt to filch and Thieue 'T were worse for many a high and vnder Shrieue The Halter-maker and the Smith are getters For fatall twist and pondrous bolts and setters The Carman hath a share amongst the rest Although not voluntary yet hee 's prest The Ballad-maker doth some profit reape And makes a Taburne Dirge exceeding cheape The whil'st the Printers and the dolefull Singers Doe in these gainfull businesse dip their fingers The very Hangman hath the sleight and skill To extract all his goods from others ill He is the Epilogue vnto the Law And from the iawes of death his life doth draw And last the Hangmans Broaker reapes the fruit By selling to one Thiefe anothers suit Besides Thieues are fit members for 't is knowne They make men caréfull how to keepe their owne For were it not for them we still should lye Rock'd in the Cradle of security Lull'd in base idlenesse and sluggish sloth Apt to all ill and to all goodnesse loth Which would infect vs and corrupt the blood And therefore for our healths sake Theeues are good And some men are so prone to steale I thinke It is as nat'rall as their meate and drinke They are borne to 't and cannot doe withall And must be filching still what e'r befall A wispe of rushes or a clod of land Or any wadde of hay that 's next to hand They 'l steale and for it haue a good excuse They doe 't to keepe their hands in vre or vse But not t' excuse a Thiefe in any case I say there are some crimes as void of grace On whom men scarce haue feeling or a thought Nor e'r like Thieues are to the Gallowes brought Those that obey false gods commit offence Against th' Eternall Gods Omnipotence Those that doe grauen Images adore Are worse then Thieues yet are not hang'd therefore T is treason high to take Gods name in vaine Yet most men do 't through frailty or for gaine The Sabbath is prophan'd continually Whilest the offenders pay small * Or none at all penalty And Parents are dishonour'd without awe The whilest the children doe escape the law And murther though 't be ne'r so soule and deadly Is oft times made man-slaughter or chance-medley Adultery's neighbourhood and fornication May be conniu'd at with a toleration A Witnesse that false testimony beares 'T is a great wonder if he lose his eares But sure the Prouerbe is as true as briefe A Lyer's euer worser then a Thiefe And 't is call'd Thrist when men their minds doe set To couer how their Neighbours goods to get To be vaine-glorious and ambitious proud Are Gentleman-like parts must be allow'd To beare an Enuy base and secretly 'T is counted Wisedome and great Policy To be a Drunkard and the Cat to whip Is call'd the King of all good Fellowship But for a Thiefe the whole world doth consent That hanging is the fittest punishment But if that Law were put in execution I thinke it would be Man-kindes dissolution And then we should haue Land and Tenements For nothing or for very easie Rents Whereby we see that man his wealth esteemes And better then his God his soule it deemes For let God be abusde and let his soule Runne greedily into offences soule He scarcely shall be question'd sor't but if Amongst
his other sinnes he play the Thiefe And steale mens goods they all will sentence giue He must be hang'd he is vnsit to liue In the Low Countryes if a wretch doe steale But bread or meat to feed himselfe a meale They will vnmercifully beat and clowt him Hale pull and teare spurne kicke flowt him But if a Drunkard be vnpledg'd a Kan Drawes out his knife and basely stabs a man To runne away the Rascall shall haue scope None holds him but all cry * Run Thiefe Run Lope Scellum Lope Thus there 's a close conniuence for all vice Except for Theft and that 's a hanging price One man 's addicted to blaspheme and sweare A second to carowse and domineore A third to whoring and a fourth to fight And kill and slay a fist man to backbite A sixt and seuenth with this or that crime caught And all in generall much worse then naught And amongst all these sianers generall The Thiefe must winne the halter from them all When if the matter should examin'd be They doe deserue it all as much as he Nor yet is Thieuery any vpstart sinne But it of long antiquity hath bin And by this trade great men haue not disdain'd To winne renowne and haue their states maintain'd Grest Alexanders conquests what were they But taking others goods and lands away In manners I must call it Martiall dealing But truth will terme it rob'ry and flat stealing For vnto all the world it is well knowne That he by force tooke what was not his owne Some Writers are with Tamberlaine so briefe To stile him with the name of Seythian Thiefe * Plutarâ—b Licurgus lou'd and granted gifts beside To Thieues that could steale and escape vnspide But if they taken with the manne were They must restore and buy the bargaine deere Thieues were at all times euer to be had Examples by the good Thiefe and the bad And England still hath bin a fruitfull Land Of valiant Thieues that durst bid true men stand One Bellin Dun a Hen. I. a famous Thiefe surniu'd From whom the cowne of Dunstable's deriu'd And Robin Hood b Rich. 2. with little Iohn agreed To rob the rich men and the poore to feede c Edw. 3. The Priests had here such small meanes for their liuing That many of them were enforc'd to Thieuing Once the fist Henry could rob ex'lent well When he was Prince of Wales as Storeis tell Then Fryer Tucke a tall stout Thiefe indeed Could better rob and steale then preach or read Sir Gosselin Deinuill d Edw. 2. with 200. more In Fryers weedes rob'd and were hang'd therefore Thus I in Stories and by proofe doe finde That stealing's very old time out of minde E't I was borne it through the world was spred And will be when I from the world am dead But leauing thus my Muse in hand hath tooke To shew which way a Thiefe is like a Booke A Comparison betweene a Thiefe and a Booke COmparisons are odious as some say But my comparisons are so no way I in the Pamphlet which I wrote before Compar'd a Booke most fitly to a Whore And now as fitly my poore muse alludes A Thiefe t' a Booke in apt similitudes A good Booke steales the mind from vaine pretences From wicked cogitations and offences It makes vs know the worlds deceiuing pleasures And set our hearts on neuer ending treasures So when Thieues steale our Cattle Coyne or Ware It makes vs see how mutable they are Puts vs in mind that wee should put our trust Where Fellon cannot steale or Canker rust Bad Bookes through eyes and eares doe breake and enter And takes possession of the hearts fraile Center Infecting all the little Kingdome Man With all the poys'nous mischiefe that they can Till they hape rob'd and ransack'd him of all Those things which men may iustly goodnesse call Robs him of vertue and of heau'nly grace And leaues him begger'd in a wretched case So of our earthly goods Thieues steale the best And richest iewels and leaue vs the rest Men know not Thieues from true men by their looks Nor by their outsides no man can know Bookes Both are to be suspected all can tell And wisemen e'r they trust will try them well A Booke may haue a title good and faire Though in it one may finde small goodnesse there And so a Thiefe whose actions are most vile Steales good opinion and a true mans stile Some Bookes prophane the Sacred text abuse With common Thieues it is a common vse Some Bookes are full of lyes and Thieues are so One hardly can beleeue their yea or no. Some Bookes are scurrilous and too obsceane And he 's no right Thiefe that loues not a Queane Some Book 's not worth the reading for their fruits Some Thieues not worth the hanging for their suits Some Bookes are briefe and in few words declare Compendious matter and acutenesse rare And so some Thieues will breake into a house Or cut a purse whilest one can cracke a Louse Some Bookes are arrogant and impudent So are most Thieues in Christendome and Kent Some Bookes are plaine and simple and some Thieues Are simply hang'd whilest others get reprieues Some Books like foolish Thieues their faults are spide Some Thieues like witty Bookes their faults can hide Some Bookes are quaint and quicke in their conceits Some Thieues are actiue nimble in their sleights Some Bookes with idle stuffe the Author fills Some Thieues will still be idle by their wills Some Bookes haue neither reason law or sense No more haue any Thieues for their offence A Booke 's but one when first it comes to th'Presse It may increase to numbers numberlesse And so one Thiefe perhaps may make threescore And that threescore may make ten thousand more Thus from one Thiefe Thieues may at last amount Like Bookes from one Booke past all mens account And as with industry and art and skill One Thiefe doth daly rob another still So one Booke from another in this age Steales many a line a sentence or a page Thus amongst Bookes good fellowship I finde All things are common Thieues beare no such mind And for this Thieuing Bookes with hue and cry Are sought as Thieues are for their Fellony As Thieues are chasde and sent from place to place So Bookes are alwaies in continuall chase As Bookes are strongly boss'd and clasp'd bound So Thieues are manacled when they are found As Thieues are oft examin'd for their crimes So Bookes are vsde and haue bin at all times As Thieues haue oft at their arraignment stood So Bookes are tryde if they be bad or good As Iuries and Graund Iuries with much strife Giue vp for Thieues a Verdict death or life So as mens fancies euidence doe giue The shame or fame of Bookes to dye or liue And as the veriest Thiefe may haue some friend So the worst Bookes some Knaue will still defend As Thieues their condemnation must abide Bookes are
selfe-loue all our crimes excusing â—â—â— Consciences true euidence accusing â—â—â— fights and teares the Messengers we send â—â— God that all our sorrowes may haue end â—d then through faith and hope we doe beleeue Againe a pardon better than repreeue â—â—â— lastly death doth free the soule from thrall â—â—â— makes a laile delinery vnto all â—â—â— is our flesh the wals our bones the grates â—â—â— eyes the windowes and our mouthes the gates â—â—â— Nose the Chimney Kitchen is the brest â—â—â— a â—r Sâ—â—cke tongue the taster of the worst and best â—â—â— hands the Caruers teeth the Cookes to mince â—â—â— diet of a Pea sane or a Prince â—â—â— hunger is best sawce as I doe thinke â—â— beliâ—es cellers where we lay our drinke â—â—â— in these corps of ours deciphered thus â—â—â— are prisoners vnto all of vs. â—â—â—race guides vs sowe by grace guide them â—â—â— way vnto the new Ierusalem â—â—â—ne rugged winter with frosts stormes and gusts â—â—â—â—â— prisoners yeerely in the b The earth a Prison earth it thrusts â—â—â— roots flowers fruits worms til sun raine â—â—â—h Summers heat doth baile them forth againe â—â—â—of all men aliue I find c A strait suit is aâ—â— Prison a Tailor â—â—â— appeared artificiall Iailor â—â—â— doe commit themselues vnto his charge â—â—â—may but will by no meanes goe at large â—â—â— stene many in the Taylors Iaies â—â—â— labour'd till they sweat with tooth and nailes â—â—â— whilst a man might ride fiue miles at least â—â—â—their clothes together on the brest â—â—â—being then in prison button'd vp â—â—ose that scarcely they could bite or sup I have heard their pride how loud it lide â—â—esting that their clothes were made too wide a â—â—â— men loue bondage more then liberty â—â—â— 't is a gailant kinde of foolery â—â—â— thus amongst themselues they haue a Law â—â—â—ke and dawbe the backe and pinch the Maw â—â—â— thankes their soules should be in mighty trouble â—â—â— they are imprison'd double â—â—orps and Clothes and which is true and plaine â—â—â— seeme to take great pleasure in their paine â—â—â— hoomaker's a kind of Iailor too â—â—â— very strange exploits he dares to doe â—â—â— many times he hath the power and might â—â—â— into his Stoâ—ks a Lord or Knight d A Shoomakers Prison The Madam and the Maid he cares not whether He laies them all fast by the heeles in lether Plaine f Truth and honesly prisoners Honesty and Truth both Prisoners are Although they seldome come vnto the barre Yet are they kept so closely day and night That in an age they scarsely come in sight And but for many of our Countries pillers True Tailers Weauers and cleane finger'd Millers Good Sericants and kind Brokers did releeue them g A hard case I know not who would any comfort giue them No doubt but many a Lasse that faine would wed Is her owne h A maindenhead often times is a Prisoner Iailor to her maindenhead With much vnwillingnesse she keepes it close And with her heart she 'l gladly let it lose But looke to 't wenches if you giue it scope 'T is gone past all recouery past all hope Much like old Time which ceaselesse doth run on But neuer doth returne once being gone The i The Gowt a prisoner of State Gowt's a sawcy Prisoner and will haue His keepers to maintaine him fine and braue His Iailors shall no needy beggers be But men of honour and of high degree And ouer them he beares such great command That many times they can nor gor nor stand And if he would breake Iaile and flie 't is thought He by his keepers neuer should be sought And k Money a close Prisoner money is close Prisoner I thinke sure Where no man can its liberty procure The Diuels Stewards and his Bailifes vow That monies freedome they will not allow Vnlesse vnto a Miser or a Whore But by all meane faâ—â— hold it from the poore I wish l Amen Coine were as painfull as the Gout To those that hoard it and I make no doubt But miserable Iailers would agree To ope their Prisons and let money flee And were it not a lamentable thing That some great Emperour or some mighty King Should be imprison'd by a vastall slaue And lodg'd aliue as t were within his Graue Such is the case of Siluer and of Gold The chiefest of all mettals fast in hold And darknesse lies held in the Misers stocks m Gold and Siluer kept in bondage by Iron In steele and ironbars and bolts and locks Though gold and siluer royall mettals be Yet are they flanes to yron at we see But leauing Gold and Gowt I le turne my pen To what I haue digrest from Iayles and men Let man examine well himselfe and he Shall find himselfe his n Most men are their owne enemies greatest enemie And that his losse of liberty and pelfe He can accuse non for it but himselfe How passions actions and affections cluster And how to ruinate his state they muster His frailty armes his members and his senses To vndertake most dangerous pretences The backe oft tempts him vnto borrowed brauery And all his body suffers for 't in slauery His Belly tempts him to superfluous fare For which his cops lyes in a Iaylors snare His Eyes from beauty to his heart drawes lust For which he 's often into prison thrust His Eares giue credit to a knaue or theese And 's body suffers for his eares beleefe His Tongue much like a Hackney goes all panes In City Country Court and Campe all places It gallops and false gallops trots and ambles One pace or other still it runnes and rambles Of Kings and Princes states it often prattles Of Church and Common-wealth it idly cattles Of passing of it's word and â—uetiships For which at last the Ioyle the carkassenips Mans Hands haue very oft against him warr'd And made him of his liberty debarr'd A stab a blow a dashing of a pen Hath clap'd him closely in the Iaylors deâ— The Feet which on the ground men daily tread The way to their captiuity doe lead Now for the inward faculties I find Some lye in Prison for their haughty mind Some for their folly sone because too wise Are mew'd vp in the Iaylors on bodies Some for much gaming or for recreation Doe make a Iayle their homely habitation And thus it plainly may be proued well Mans greatest foes with in himselfe doe dwell And now two contraries I will compare To shew how like and how vnlike they are A Iayle our birth and death and getting free These foure doe all agree and disagree For all degrees our birth and life we know Is naturall * Wee are all borne in one forme and come into the world of one fashion but wee dye and leaue the world infinite wayes one way for high and low But death hath many thousand wayes and scares To take our liues away all vo 〈…〉 es And therefore of our liues
it is no doubt That ther 's but one way in and many out But to a Ioyle there 's many waies to win Ten thousand tricks and sleight to clap men in And ther 's but one way out as I doe know Which is by satisfying what we owe. Owest thou the Law thy life dispatch and pay And from the Prison thou art freed away Dost thou owe mony quickly pay thy seere And farewell goe thy wayes man there 's the doeâ— As men in all that 's ill are Satans Apes So sundry sinnes bring death in sundry shapes Life from the God of life which is but one To all degrees one way giues life alone And so our seuerall frailties seuerall waies Our wretched Carkasses in prison layes But there 's but one way out that e'r I saw Which is by satisfying of the law The faults we doe in spring-time of our youth In Summer of our man-hood gather growth Then Haruests middle age doth make them ripe Which winters old age doth in prison gripe And thus the very seasons of the yeare Fit emblemes of our thraldome doe appeare In London and within a mile I weene There are of Iayles or Prisons full eighteene And sixty Whipping-posts and Stocks and Cage Where sin with shame and sorrow hath due wagâ—â— For though the a The Tower Tower be a Castle Royall Yet ther 's a Prison in 't for men disloyall Though for defence a Campe may there be fitted Yet for offence men thither are committed It is a house of fame and there is in 't A Palace for a Prince a Royall Mint b Besides Poleaxes Patutants Halâ—â—â— Iauelins Bartleaxes Crosbowes liâ—â—â— Pikes Pistolâ—â—â—â—â—â—â— tronels Great Ordnance Powder Shot Match Bils Boâ—â—â—â— Shafts swords pikes laÌ„ces shouels mattocks cry Bright armor muskets ready still I say To arme one hundred thousand in a day And last it is a prison vnto those That doe their Soueraigne or his lawes oppose c The Gatehouse The Gatehouse for a prison was ordain'd When in this land the third king Edward reign'd Good lodging roâ—mes and diet it affoords But I had rather lye at home on boords Since Ricbandii reigne the first d The Fleet. the Fleet hath â—â—â—â— A Prison as vpon records is seene For lodgings and for bowling there 's large space But yet I haue no stomacke to the place e Nevâ—â—â— Ludgate Old Neugais I perceiue a theeuish den But yet ther 's lodging for good honest men When second Henry here the Scepter swaid Then the foundation of that gate was laid But sixty six yeeres ere our â—auiours birth By Lâ—nd was f Ludgate Ludgate founded from the earth No Iayle for theeues though some perhaps is bâ—â—â—â— That breake in policie may there be had The g Poultrey Counter Counter in the Powltery is so old That it in History is not enrold And h Woodstreet Woodstreet Counters age we may denice Since Anno fifteene hundred fifty fiue â—â—â— me the one 's too old and one's too new â—â—â— as they bake a Gods name let them brew â—â—â— vnto my memory comes next There idlenesse and lechery is vext â—â—â— is a royall house of state and port Which the eighth King Henry built and there kept Court â—â— Edward somewhat ere his timelesse fall â—â— it away to be an Hospitall Which vse the City puts it well vnto â—â—â— many pious deeds they there doe doo â—â— yet for Vagabonds and Runnagates â—â— Where 's and idle knaues and such like mates â—â—â— little better then a Iayle to those There they chop chalke for meat and drinke and blowes â—â— this house those that 'gainst their wils doe dwell â—â—â— Well a Bride perhaps but not Bridewell a Bridewell â— Iayles or Prisons are in Southwarke plac'd â—â—â— Countor once S. Margrets Church defac'd â—â— M 〈…〉 the Kings Bench and White Lyon b White Lyon King Bench Marshalsea â—â—â—â— Clinke There some like Tantalus or like lxion â—â— inching paine of hunger daily feele â—â— vp and downe with sickle fortunes wheele â—â— some doe willingly make there abode Because they cannot liue so well abroad â—â— ther 's the Clinke where handsome lodgings be â—â— good may it doe them all for me â—â— but the Thames vnto S. Katherins then â—â—â—is another c The hole as S. Katherines hole or den for men â—â—tere in d East â—â—â— prison East-Smithfield little better â—â— to hold a theefe or paltry debter Then neere three Cranes a Iayle for Hereticks â—â—s Familists and Schismaticks â—â—â—worths Iayle within White Chappell stands And â—â—â—y God blesse me from their hands â—â— eighteene Iayles so neere the Citty bounded â—â—â— founded and maintain'd by men confounded â—â— one means meat may be anothers bane â—â— Keepers full springs from the Prisners wane â— hath beene still the vse and euer will â—â— one mans welfare comes from others ill â—â— as I said mans selfe is cause of all â—â—â— miseries that to him can be fall â— but our corps how euery member lyes Their seuerall offices and faculties â— our own iudgement will informe vs than â—â—â— himselfe twixt a prison and a man â— as man hath his limbs and linaments â—â—â—wes muscles nerues and ligaments â— Panicles his Arteries his Veines â—â—â— his membrancs and his beating braines e New prison f The Lord Wentworths â—â—â—â—â— So hath a Iayle h Were it not for these a Iaile would haue neither life nor soule Writs Warrants Attachments Arestings Actions Hues Cries Appeáchments With Garnish Sharing fees and Habeas Corpus Which feede some Iaylors fatter than a Porpus And last for euerlasting Executions Vntill the prisoners bodies dissolutions And if a man be hurt in legge or arme Or head or heele 't is said the man hath harme If inward griefe doe pinch in any part The anguish is a terror to the heart And should a Iayle want these things nam'd before It quickly would be miserable poore Like men dismembred or of sense berest With scarcely any life or being left For in mans corps like prisners alwayes lies His vertues and his foule iniquities And which of these his fancie liketh best Shall still be kept in bondage or releast As Wisdome Bounty and Humilitie Despised in these dayes of vanitie Some keepe so close not suffering them to walke So much as in bare thoughts or deeds or talke Whilst Folly and close-fifted Niggardize With Barbarisme haue ease and liberties Faith Hope and Charitie are pent vp close And doubt despaire and cruelty let loose Lust reuels it rich clad in Robes of Pride Friendship and Loue are liberty denide Whereby the liberall Arts in number seuen Are of their liberall liberties bereauen The whilst the seuen delightfull deadly sinnes The game and glory of the whole world wins The Cardnall vertues as vnworthy prices Are made but vassals to all Carnall vices The Muses are mew'd vp with woes and wants Whilst fortune followes knaues and Ignorants And thus within mans little Common-weale
Right Honourable Thomas Lord Ridgewaye Treasurer THOMAS RIDGEWAYE Anagramma God Armes thy way Againe Age is made worthy THough sinne and hell worke mortals to betray Yet 'gainst their malice still God Armes thsway When life and lands and all away must fade By Noble actions Age is worthy made Certaine Sonnets made in the forme of AEquiuoques on the destruction of Troy VVHen Hellen was for Priams sonne a mate From Greece berest by Parto his Band Which caus'd the Greekes the Troian mâ—rds amaâ—e Som curl'd the boy and other some they band The strum pet Queene which brought the burning brand That Illion fir'd wrack'd old I'â—amâ— Race And on their Names long liuing shame dâ—d brand For head-strong lust runnes an vnbounded â—ace This beauteous peece whose feature radiant bâ—aze Made Menelaus horne-mad warre to wage And set all Troy in a combustious blaze Whose ten yeeres triumphs scarce was worthâ—â—â— wage For all their conquests and their battring Rams Their leaders most return'd with heads like Rams To the Right Honourable the Lord Viscount Grandison Anagramma Harts Ioyne in loue THy loyall seruice to thy King doth proue That to thy Countrey thy Hart Ioyns in loue VVIth raging madnesse and with fury fell Great Diemed and Atax left their Tents And in the throat of death to blowes they fell To make more worke for plaisters and for tents With blood imbruing all the Phrygian Clime Whilst men like Autumne leaues drop dying downe Where som th'row blood wouÌ„ds to honor clime And some their mangled hims bestrows the downe Whilst Parâ—s with his Hellen in his Armes Imbraces her about the wastfull wast Saw many a Gallant Knight in burnisht Armes Who from their Teuts made haste to make more waste Who to their Teuts did ne'r returne again Thus warres makes gaine a losse and losse a gaine HAd Priams Queene in Cradle slaine her Sonne The lustfull Paris hoplesse boy I meane Then Illions Towers might still haue brau'd the Sun His death to saue their liues had beene the meane Vnlucky lucke when Iuno Venus Prllas Did craue his censure vpon Ida Mount Whence sprung the cause that Troy Priams Palace Were burnt which erst the skyes did seem to mouÌ„t Had he been drown'd or strangled with a cord He had not rob'd Oenon of her heart Or had he dy'd ere Hellen did accord With him to head her husband like a Hart. But Troy it is thy fate this knaue and Baggage Confounds thy state and fire thy bag baggage TRoyes fruitfull Queene did many children beare So braue heroicke and so stout a Crue Who all in noble actions did accrue When age had made their Parents bald and bare They made their daintlesse courage to appeare Amidst the throngs of danger and debate Where wars remorselesse stroke kil'd many a Peer Whil'st swords not words their couÌ„sels did debate But bloud on bloud their fury could not sate For fierce Achilles did braue Hector gore To guerdon which the Grecian in his gore Did wallow whilest the Troians laughing sate Thus did Achilles bid the world adiew For Hectors death Reuenge did claime a due TEn wearie yeers these bloudy broyles did last Vntill the Greeks had form'd a woodden Steed Which they on Priam would bestow at last When force preuailes not falshood stands in stead False Sinon who so well could forge a lye Whose traitrous eyes shed many a trech'rous teare Knew well that in the horses wombe did lye The wolues that Troy did all in pieces teare Polyxena Achilles deare-bought deare Was hew'd in gobbets on her louers graue King Queene and Troy for Hellen paid too deare All felt the Grecian rage both young and graue To Kings and Commons death's alike all one Except AEneas who escap'd alone LO thus the burden of Adultrous guilt I showring vengeance Troy and Troiâ—nes saw No age no sexe no beauty Gold or guilt Withstood foretold Cassandraes sacred saw She often said false Hellens beautious blast Should be the cause the mighty Grecian pow'r Their names and fames with infamy should blast And how the gods on theÌ„ would vengeance powre But poore Cassandra prophesied in vaine She clam'rous cries as 't were to sencelesse Rocks The youths of Troy in merry scornefull veine Securelesse slept whil'st lust the cradle rocks Till bloudy burning Indignation came And all their mirth with mourning ouercame Certaine Sonnets variously composed vpon diuers subiects Sonnet 1 True Nobility GReat is the glory of the Noble minde Where life and death are equall in respect If fates be good or bad vnkinde or kinde Not proud in freedome nor in thrall deiect With courage scorning fortunes worst effect And spitting in foule Enuies cankred face True honour thus doth baser thoughts subiect Esteeming life a slaue that serues disgrace Foule abiect thoughts become the mind that 's base That deemes there is no better life then this Or after death doth feare a worser place Where guilt is paid the guerdon of Amisse But let swolne enuy swell vntill shee burst The Noble minde defies her to her worst Sonnet 2. Enuy and Honour COuld Enuy dye if Honour were deceast She could not liue for Honour's Enuie's food She liues by sucking of the Noble blood And scales the loftie top of Fames high Crest Base thoughts compacted in the abiect brest The Meager Monster doth nor harme nor good But like the wane or waxe of ebbe or flood She shunnes as what her gorge doth most detest Where heau'n-bred honour in the Noble minde From out the Cauerns of the brest proceeds There hell-borne Enuy shewes her hellish kind And Vultur like vpon their actions feeds But here 's the ods that Honour's tree shall grow When Enuie's rotten stump shall burne in woe Sonnet 3. Beauties luster DEw drinking Phoebus hid his golden head Balm-breathing Zephyrus lay close immur'd The silly Lambs and Kyds lay all as dead Skies earth and seas all solace had abiur'd Poore men and beasts to toylesome tasks inur'd In dropping manner spent the drowzy day All but the Owle whose safety night assur'd She gladly cuts the ayre with whooting lay When lo the blossome of blooming May From out her Coach maiestickly doth rise Then Tytan doth his radiant beames display And clouds are vanisht from the vaulty skies Sweet Zephyris gales reuiueth beasts and men Madge Howlet scuds vnto her nest agen Sonnet 4. Hope and Despaire DOmestick broyles my tortur'd heart inuades Twixt wau'ring Hope and desp'rate black Despaire To prosecute my sute the one perswades The other frustrates all my hopes with cares Hope sets me on infer's shee 's fayrest faire â—dire disdaine doth dwell in foulest Cels And fell despaire calls beauty Enuies heire â—hich torments me more then ten thousand hels â— thus my former hope despaire expels â—â—st which extremes what 's best for me to doe â— open armes despaire 'gainst me rebels â—ope traytor-like giues free consent thereto And till these traytors twaine consume my citty â— restlesse rest to rest vpon her pitty
Sonnet 5. Three blinde Commanders BLinde fortune sightlesse loue and eyelesse death Like Great Triumue'rs swayes this earthly roome â—â—â— actions affections and very breathe Are in subiection to their fatall doome Ther 's nothing past or present or to come That in their purblinde power is not comprizde â—rom Crowne to cart from cradle to the toome â—ll are by them defamde or eternizde Why should we then esteeme this doating life â— That 's in the guideance of such blind-fold rule Whose chiefest peace is a continuall strife Whose gawdy pompes the pack and man the Mule Which liues long day he beares as he is able Til deaths blacke night doth make the graue his stable Sonnet 6. In the praise of musicke â—TWas Musick fetch'd Euridice from hell And rap'd grim Pluto with harmonious straines Renowned Orphens did with Musick quell The fiends and ease the tortur'd of their paines The Dolphin did account it wondrous gaines To heare Arion play as hee did ride Gods fiends fish fowles shepheards on the plains Melodious Musicke still hath magnifide And ancient records plainely doe decide How braue Orlands Palatine of France When he was raging mad for Meadors bride Sweet Musicke cur'd his crazed wits mischance For Musick 's only fit for heau'ns high quire Which though men cannot praise enough adutire Sonnet 7. The Map of misery LIke to the stone that 's cast in deepest wane That rests not till the bottome it hath found So I a wretch inthrald in sorrowes caue With woe and desperations fetters bound The captiue slaue imprison'd vnder ground Doom'd there by fates t' expire his wofull daies With care o'rwhelmd with grief sorrow drownd Makes mournfull moanings and lamenting layes Accusing and accursing fortunes playes Whose wither'd Autumne leauelesse leaues his tree And banning death for his too long delayes â— Remaines the onely poore despised hee If such a one as this the world confine His mischiefes are his his sport compar'd with mine Sonnet 8. Another in prayse of musicke NO Poet crownd with euerliuing bayes Tho art like floods should froÌ„ his knowledge flow He could not write enough in Musicks prayse To which both man and Angels loue doe owe If my bare knowledge ten times more did know And had ingrost all arte from Pernas hill If all the Muses should their skils bestow On me to amplifie my barren skill I might attempt in shew of my good will In Musicks praise some idle lines to write But wanting iudgement and my accent ill I still should be vnworthy to indite And run my wit on ground like ship on shelfe For musicks praise consisteth in it selfe A Cataplasmicall Satyre composed and compacted of sundry simples as salt vineger wormewood and a little gall very profitable to cure the impostumes of vice A Sauage rough-hair'd Satyre needs no guide Wher 's no way from the way he cannot â—lide Then haue amoÌ„gst you through the brakes briers From those who to the Cedars top aspires Vnto the lowest shrub or branch of broome That hath his breeding from earths teeming womb And now I talke of broome of shrubs and Cedars Me thinks a world of trees are now my leaders To prosecute this trauell of my penne And make comparison twixt trees and men The Cedars and the high cloud kissing Pynes Fecundious Oliues and the crooked Vines The Elme the Ash the Oake the Masty Beeche The Peare the Apple and the rug-gowned Peache And many more for it would tedious be To name each fruitfull and vnfruitfull tree But to proceed to show how men and trees In birth in breed in life and death agrees In their beginnings they haue all one birth Both haue their nat'rall being from the earth And heauens high hand where he doth please to blesse Makes trees or men or fruitful or fruitlesse In sundry vses trees do serue mans turne To build t' adorne to feed or else to burne Thus is mans state in all degrees like theirs Some are got vp to th' top of honours stayres Securely sleeping on opinions pillow Yet as vnfruitfull as the fruitlesse willow And fill vp roomes like worthlesse trees in woods Whose goodnesse all consists in ill got goods He like the Cedar makes a goodly show But no good fruite will from his greatnesse grow Vntill he die and from his goods depart And then giues all away despight his heart Then must his friends with mourning cloth be clad With insides merry and with outsides sad What though by daily grinding of the poore By bribry and extortion got his store Yet at his death he gownes some foure-score men And t is no doubt he was a good man then Though in his life he thousands hath vndone To make wealth to his cursed coffers runâ— If at his buriall groats a piece bee giuen I le warrant you his soule 's in hell or heauen And for this doale perhaps the beggers striues That in the throng seuenteene doe lose their liues Let no man tax me here with writing lies For what is writ I saw with mine owne eyes Thus men like barren trees are feld and lopt And in the fire to burne are quickly popt Some man perhaps whilst he on earth doth liue Part of his vaine superfluous wealth will giue To build of Almshouses some twelue or ten Or more or lesse to harbour aged men Yet this may nothing be to that proportion Of wealth which he hath gotten by extortion What i st for man his greedy minde to serue To be the cause that thousands die and sterue And in the end like a vaine-glorious theefe Will giue some ten or twelue a poore reliefe Like robbers on the way that take a purse And giue the poore a mite to scape Gods curse But know this thou whose goods are badly gotten When thou art in thy graue consum'd and rotten Thine heire perhaps wil feast with his sweet punk And Dice and Drabb and eu'ry day be drunk Carowsing Indian Trinidado smoake Whilst thou with Sulph'rous flames are like to choake See see yond gallant in the Cloke-bag breech Hee 's nothing but a Trunke cram'd full of speech He 'l sweare as if 'gainst heau'n he wars would wage And meant to plucke downe Phoebus in his rage When let a man but try him hee 's all oathes And odious lies wrapt in vnpaid for cloathes And this Lad is a Roaring boy forsooth An exlent morsell for the hangmans tooth He carelesly consumes his golden pelfe In getting which his Father damn'd himselfe Whose soule perhaps in queÌ„chlesse fire doth broile Whilst on the earth his sonne keepes leuell coile T is strange to Church what numbers daily flock To drinke the Spring of the eternall Rocke The great â—ouâ—â—-sauing Satan slaying Word Gainst sin death hell th' alcoâ— quering sacred sword Where high lehonahs Trumpâ—ters sound forth From East to West from Souâ—â— vnto the North For through all lands their Embasseyes are borne And neuer doe againe in vaine returne Which either is of life to life the sauor Or death
condemn'd to die and hang And by reprieue hath scap'd that bitter pang Will presently his old acquaintance call And ere he giues God thanks to drinking fall Why drunkards common are as lies or stealing And sober men are scarce like honest dealing When men doe meet the second word that 's spoke Is Where 's good liquour and a pipe of smoake The labouring man that for his hire doth serue Let Landlord tarry wife and children sterue With not a bit of bread within the house Yet hee 'l sit on the Ale-bench and carowse Thus like an Inundation drink doth drowne The Rich the Poore the Courtier and the Clowne Since then to be a drunkard is to be The sincke of Incest and Sodomitry Of Treason swearing fighting beg'ry murder And diuers more I then will goe no furder But here my Satyrs stinging whip I 'le waste In lashing dropsie drunkards out of taste How then can it be possible that such Who sell Wine Beere or Ale doe gaine so much Should punish drunkards as the Law commands In whose vaine spending their most gaining stands It were all one as if a Mercer did To weare Silke Veluet Cloth of Gold forbid And Victlers may as wisely punish those I rom whom their daily drinks great gettings growes I would haue all old drunkards to consent To put a Bill vp to the Parlament That those by quaffing that haue spent their wealth Consum'd their times their memory their health And by excessiue spending now are bare That Merchants Brewers Vintners should prepare Some Hospitals to keepe them in their age And cloath and feed them from fierce famines rage For euery one whose hard vnlucky lots Haue beene to be vndone by empting pots I hold it fit that those the pots that filde Should contribute those Almes houses to build Yet one obiection would this bill debarre Too many drunkards there already are And rather then this law would bate their store I feare 't would make them twise as many more For why to drink most men would be too bold Because they would haue pensions being old And men of purpose to this vice would fall To be true beads-men to this hospitall Then let it be as it already is But yet I hold it not to be amisse Those Drinke-sellers from office to exclude And so for that my Satyr doth conclude I could rippe vp a Catalogue of things Which thousand thousands to damnation flings But all my paines at last would be but idle It is not man can mens Affections bridle Sinne cannot be put downe with inke and paper No more then Sol is lightned with a Taper To Mistresse Rose Anagramma SORE SOund Rose though Sore thy Anagram doth meane Mistake it not it meanes no sore vncleane But it alludes vnto the lofty skie To which thy vertue shall both Sore and flye To my approued good friend M r. ROBARTE CVDDNER Anagramma Record and be true MY thoughts Record and their account is true I scarce haue better friends aliue then you A nest of Epigrams Fortune 1. T Is Fortunos glory to keepe Poets poore And crauâ— weake witted Idiots with her store And t is concluded in the wisest schooles The blinded drab shall euer fauour fooles Epigram 2. Loue. LOue is a dying life a liuing death A vapor shadow bubble and a breath An idle bable and a paltry toy Whose greatest Patron is a blinded boy But pardon loue my iudgement is vniust For what I spake of loue I meant of lust Epigram 3. Death THose that scape fortune th'extremes of loue Vnto their longest homes by death are droue Where Caesars Kaesars Subiects Abiects must Be all alike consum'd to durt and dust Death endeth all our cares or cares encrease It sends vs vnto lasting paine or peace Epigram 4. Fame VVHen Fortune Loue and Death their tasks haue doon Fame makes our liues through many ages run For be our liuing actions good or ill Fame keepes a record of our doings still By Fame Great Iulius Caesar euer liues And Fame infamous life to Nero giues Epigram 5. Time ALL making marring neuer turning Time To all that is is period and is prime Time weares out Fortune Loue and Death Fame And makes the world forget her proper name Thâ—â—'s nothing that so long on earth can last But in conclusion Time will lay it wast Epigram 6. Ka mee kae thee MY Muse hath vow'd reuenge shall haue her swindge To catch a Parrat in the Woodcocks sprindge Epigram 7. Solus THe land yeelds many Poets were I gone The water sure I durst besworne had none Epigram 8. Selfe-conceit SOme Poets are whose high pitcht lofty straines Are past the reach of euery vulgar wight To vnderstand which t will amaze weake braines So mysticall sophisticall they write No maruell others vnderstand them not For they scarce vnderstand themselues I wot Epigram 9. A couple ONe read my booke and said it wanted wit I wonder if he meant himselfe or it Of both if both two fooles were met I troe That wanted wit and euery foole doth so Epigram 10. Bacchus and Apollo THe thigh-borne bastard of the thundring Ioue WheÌ„ mens inuentioÌ„s are of wit most hollow He with his spitefull iuice their sprites doth mooue Vnto th' harmonious musicke of Apollo And in a word I would haue all men know it He must drinke wine that means to be a Poet. Epigram 11. Of translation I Vnderstand or knowe no forraigne tongue But their translations I doe much admire Much art much paines much study doth belong And at the least regard should be their hyre But yet I would the French had held together And kept their pox and not translate them hether Epigram 12. Natures counterfeite WHen Adam was in Paradise first plac'd An dw th the rule of mortal things was grac'd Then roses pinkes and fragrant gilliflowres Adornd deckd forth Edens blessed bowâ—es But now each Gill weares flowres each Punk hath pinks And roses garnish Gallants shooes me thinks When rugged Winter robs fairy Floraes treasure Puncks can haue pinks and roses at their pleasure Epigram 13. The deuill take bribery A Man attach't for murdering of a man Vnto the for-man of his Iury sent Two score angels begging what he can He would his conscience straine law to preuent That his offences Iudge might iudge no further But make manslaughter of his wilfull murther The verdict was manslaughter to the Iudge The Iudge demanded how it could be so The for-man said his conscience much did grudge But forty angels did perswade him no. Well quoth the Iudge this case shall murther be If halfe those angels not appeare to me Thus when the law men to confusion driues The godlesse angels will preserue their liues Epigram 14. The deuill is a knaue I Shell dislikes the surplusse and the cope And calls them idle vestments of the Pope And mistresse Mande would goe to Church full faine But that the corner cap makes her refraine And Madam Idle is offended deepe The Preacher speakes
leasure would repent But sudden death Repentance did preuent Epigram 35. Not so strange as true THe stately Stag when he his hornes hath shed In sullen sadnesse he deplores his losse But when a wife cornutes her husbands head His gaines in hornes he holds an extreme Crosse The Stag by losing doth his losse complaine The man by gaining doth lament his gaine Thus whether hornes be either lost or found They both the loser and the winner wound Epigram 36. A Wordmonger MAns vnderstanding's so obnubilate That when thereon I doe excogitate Intrinsicall and querimonious paines Doe puluerise the concaue of my braines That I could wish man were vnfabricate His faults he doth so much exaggerate Epigram 37. Plaine dunstable YOur words passe my capatchity good zur But ich to proue need neuer to goe vur Cha knowne men liue in honest exclamation Who now God woe liue in a worker fashion The poore man grambles at the rich mans store And rich men daily doe expresse the poore Epigram 38. Reason KNowest thou a Traitor plotting damned Treason Reueale him t is both loialty and Reason Knowest thou a thiefe will steale at any season To shun his company thou hast good reason Seest thou a villaine hang vp by the weason Hee hangs by reason that he wanted reason Good men are scarce and honest men are geason To loue them therfore t is both right and reason More I could say but all 's not worth two peason And therefore to conclude I hold it reason Epigram 39. Out of the â—â—â— into the fire TOm senselesse to the death doth hate a play But yet he 'l play the drunkard euery day He railes at plaies and yet doth ten times worse He 'l dice he 'l bowle he 'l whore he 'l swear he 'l curs When for one two pence if his humor please He might go see a play and scape all these But t is mans vse in these pestiferous times To hate the least and loue the greatest crimes Epigram 40. A Poets similitude A Poet rightly may be termed fit An abstract or Epitome of wit Or like a Lute that others pleasures breed Is fret and strung their curious cares to seed That scornfully distaste it yet t is knowne It makes the hearers sport but it selfe none A Poet 's like a taper burnt by night That wastes it selfe in giuing others light A Poet 's the most foole beneath the skies He spends his wits in making Idiots wise Who when they should their thankfulnesse returne They pay him with disdaine contempt and scorne A Puritane is like a Poets purse For both do hate the crosse what crosse is worse Epigram 41. Mecanâ—s Epitaph HEre lies the Steward of the Poets god Who whilst on earth his loued life abod Apollo's Daughters and the heires of Ioue His memorable bounty did approue His life was life to Poets and his death Bereau'd the Muses of celestiall breath Had Phoebus fir'd him from the loftie skies That Phoenix like another might arise From out his odorisâ—rus sacred embers Whose lou'd liues losse poore Poetry remembers This line is the same backward as it is forward and I will giue any man fiue shillings apiece for as many as they can make in English Lewd did I liue euil did I dwel An Apologie for Water-men â—â— Dedicated to Nowell and Robert Clarke Esquires Masters of his Maiesties Barges and to the rest of the Masters the Assistants of the Company of Watermen SVch imputations and such daily wrongs Are laid on Watermen by enuious tongâ—â— To cleare the which if I should silent be 'T were basenesse and stupidity in me Nor doe I purpose now with inke and pen To write of them as they are Watermen But this I speake defending their vocation From slanders false and idle imputation Yet should I onely of the men but speake I could the top of Enuies Coxcombe breake For I would haue all men to vnderstand A Waterman's a man by Sea or Land And on the land and sea can seruice do To serue his King as well as other too He 'll guard his Country both on seas and shore And what a Gods name can a man doe more Like double men they well can play indeed The Soldiers and the Saylers for a need If they did yeerely vse to scowre the Maine As erst they did in wars twixt vs and Spaine I then to speake would boldly seeme to dare One Sailer with two Soldiers should compare But now sweet peace their skill at Sea soduls That many are more fit to vse their sculs Then for the sea for why the want of vse Is Arts confusion and best skils abuse And not to be too partiall in my words I think no Company more knaues affords And this must be the reason because farre Aboue all Companies their numbers are And where the multitude of men most is By consequence there must be most amisse And sure of honest men it hath as many As any other Company hath any Though not of wealth they haue superfluous store Content's a Kingdome and they seek no more Of Mercers Grocers Drapers men shall finde Men that to loose behauiour are inclinde Of Goldsmiths Silkmen Clothworkers and Skinners When they are at the best they all are sinners And drunken rascalls are of euery Trade Should I name all I o'r the bootes should wade If Watermen be onely knaues alone Let all that 's senselesse cast at them a stone Some may reply to my Apology How they in plying are vnmannerly And one from tother hale and pull and teare And reile and brawle and curfe and ban sweare Is this I 'l not defend them with excuses I alwaits did and doe hate those abuses The honest vse of this true trade I sing And not th' abuses that from thence doe spring And sure no Company hath Lawes more strict Then Watermen which weekely they inflict Vpon offenders who are made pay duely Their fines or prison'd 'cause they plide vnruly They keepe no shops nor sell deceitfull wares But like to Pilgrims trauell for their fares And they must aske the question where they goe If men will goe by water yea or no Which being spoke a right the fault 's not such But any Tradesman sure will doe as much The Mercer as you passe along the way Will aske you what d' e lacke come neer I pray The Draper whose warme waredoth clad the back Will be so bold as aske ye What d' e lack The Goldsmith with his siluer and his gold To aske you What d' e lack he will be bold This being granted as none can deny Most Trades aswell as Watermen doe ply If in their plying they doe chance to iarre They doe but like the Lawyers at the Barre Who plead as if they meant by th' eares to fall And when the Court doth rise to friendship fall So Watermen that for a fare contends The fare once gone the Watermen are friends And this I know and therefore dare maintaine That he that truely
with the sword at the siedge of â—elphos in Greece Bochas They were the sonnes of Mulmutius Donwallo Belinus brought Denmarke to â—butary to Brittaine they were a paire of worthy broâ—â—â—â— Gâ—rguintus 373. GVrguintus was Belinus first-borne sonne Victoriously he Denmarkâ— ouer-runne â—â—e the vnpeopled Ireland did supply â—eign'd nineteen yeeres a King and then did dye This King gaue leaue to a company of stragling â—â—â—â—ssed Spaniards to possesse themselues in Ireland hee â—â—â— buried at Caerlion Yeeres before Christ. Guinthelinus 456. HE married Merciâ— a renowned Dame From whom the iust â— wise Merâ—â—â—an Statutes came He sixe and twenty yeeres the Scepter swaide And then with honour in his Tombe was laide He was the sonne of Gurguintus he builed Warwick and lyâ—th buried at London Cecilius 330. Kimarus 223. SEuen yeeres Cecilius kept the Regall Chaâ—re Three yeeres Kimarus rul'd as his â—ole Heire The Syre with loue did well and â—ustly reigne His sonne Kimarus was a hunting slaine About this time a sauage people called the Picts beg'd habitation of the King of Scots and liued in the Marâ—â—es betweene England and Scotland Kimarus was a vicious Prince and killed by wild Beasts as hee was hunting he was the sonne of Cecilius Cecilius was buried at Caerlion Elanius 321. ELanius as most Histories agree Was King of Brittaine yeeres iust three times three What Acts he did or what Lawes he decreed They are vnwrit and therefore are vnread Elanius was the sonne of Kimarus Yeeres before Christ. Morindus reigned 8 yeeres 311. THis King Morindus valiant more then wise A rau'ning Monster from the Sea did â—ise Which many people to destruction brought Who kil'd this braue King as he brauely fought He killed the Monster after the Monster had deâ—â—â—red him for he was in the belly of it liuing and found dead with his dagger in his hand Gorbomanus 303. THis King eleuen yeers wore the Brittain crown He founded Cambridge built Grantham Town His subiects peace past Kingdomes he prefer'd Lou'd and bewaiâ—'d at London was inter'd He built the Townes of Cambridge and Grantham Archigalo and Elidurus 392. THese brothers were not Kings both at one time But for extortion an vnkingly crime The Eldest hauing gaind his Subiects hate Depos'd and Elidurus got the State But he not greedy after worldly reigne To Archigalo gaue it vp againe Rul'd tenne yeeres more thus twenty yeeres in all His State Maiesticke did twice rise and fall Archigalo put away from him and reiected the true and ancient Nobility and Gentry and in their roomes was supplyde with the counsels of flatterers and parasites which was his downefall Yeeres before Christ. Elidurus 272. Vigenius Peredurus 270. THen Aâ—chigale beeing dead and gone Good Elidure two yeers kept Brittaines Throne Vigenius Peredurus two yeeres more Thrust Elidure from all the sway he bore But they both dy'd the third time he was crown'd Elidurus 261. And reigned foure yeeres more belou'd renown'd Once subiect twice a slaue and thrice a King Thus Fortunes fauours vp and downe did sling Heere because Hystories make little or â—o mention of any the doings of the Kings from the reigne of Elidurus to King Lâ—â— I thinke it fit onely to insert their names and the times of their reignes with their yeeres before Christ. 258. Gerbonian reigned ten yeeres 248. Morgan foureteene yeeres 224. Emeriaâ—â—s seuen yeeres This King was deposed from alâ—â—â— gall gouernment for his tyranny 227. Iuall twenty yeeres This King was a iust and â—â—â— Prince Yeeres before Christ. 207. Rimo sixteen yeeres His reigne was blest with abundance of Peace and Plenty 191. Geruncius twenty yeeres 171. Catillus ten yeeres Catillus caused all the oppressors of the poore to be hanged vp but since his time they are doubly increased 161. Coylus twenty yeeres A peaceable King and a quiet reigne 141. Porrex fiue yeeres A good Prince 136. Chirimus one yeere Chirimus through excessiue drinking got his death 135. Tulgon two yeeres 133. ELâ—red one yeere Yeeres before Christ. 132. Androgius one yeere 131. Varianus one yeere Varianus giuen all to lust purchsed himselfe a short reigne and it may bee perceiued that all these Princes either by treason or their own bad liues were soon brought to their ends for 25 of them did not reigne aboue 62 yeeres 12â— Eliud fiue yeeres 120. Dedamius fiue yeeres 118. Gurginius three yeeres 115. Merianus two yeeres 113. Blodunus two yeeres 110. Capenus three yeeres Yeeres after Christ. 108. Quinus two yeeres 106. Silius two yeeres 94. Bledgabredus ten yeeres A great louer of Musicke and a good Patron to Musicians 92. Archemalus two yeeres 90. Eldolus two yeeres 88. Rodianus two yeeres 86. Redargius three yeeres Yeeres after Christ. 84. Samullius two yeeres 81. Penisellus three yeeres 78. Pirrhus two yeeres 76. Caporus two yeeres 74. Diuellus foure yeeres A Noble and verâ—nous Prince 70. Hellius one yeere The I le of Ely tooke the nâ—mâ—â—â—tion from this Prince There hee â—â—â—â— a Palace and there he dying was buried Lud reigned 11. yeeres 66. A Long time after Troynouant was fram'd It was by Lud Kair-Lud or Lud-stoâ—s nam'd Yeeres before Christ. â—â—e made it strong with Battlements and Towres â—â—â— against foes inuasiue pow'rs â—â—â—free Stone for Free-men Ludgate hee founded â—â— here freemen wanting freedom are confounded â—â—dy'd and left two Sonnes too young for reigne Therefore his brother did the Crowne obtaine Some Writers doe affirme that this King builded London from Ludgate to London-stone and that the stone â—â—â—â— thereof was called Luds stone Cassibelan 17. yeeres 58. Vâ— dead the nobles crown'd Cassibelan â—â—â— whose reign here the Romanes conquest wan â—â— Iulius Caesar sailed out of France â—in this Land his Eagle did aduance â—â—â—â—â— bold scorn'd base at first to stoope â—â—â— Caesar fled before their warlike troope â— Ciuill warres this Kingdome ouer-runnes â—twixt Cassibelan and Luds two Sonnes â—â—â— they vnnaturall sought each others fall â—â—â— Romanes tooke aduantage conquer'd all Tâ—â—â— Caesar by his high Imperiall doome â—â—â— Britaine Tributary vnto Rome Nemias a valiant Duke of this Kingdome receiued deaths wound of Caesar Yet after that he tooke Caesars â—â—â—nd from him and with the same kil'd Labianus a Romane Tribune and lastly was she field and dyed Caesar â—the Castles of Douer Canterbury and the Tower â—â— London Theomantius 37. THen Theomantius of the royall blood The sole Sonne liuing of his Father Lud â—â—ign'd three and twenty yeeres a King in State â—hose Picture stands on Luds vnlucky gate Yeeres before Christ. Cimbilinus IN this Kings reigne the glorious King of Kings In person came and mans saluation brings When through the world all bloody wars did cease For our soules peace then came the Prince of peace Our Sauiour Iesus Christ was borne his reigne in the 42. yeere of Augustus Caesar then being Emperour of Rome Cimbelinus was the Sonne of Theomantins Guiderius anno Christi 21. THis King and Subiects brauely nobly ioyne To hold from Rome the tributary Coyne But
of February following king Richard the 2. being in prison at Poâ—â—fret-Castle â—â—â— murdered The raigne of King Henry was accâ—â—â—â—â— warre and trouble Henry the fift An. Dom. 1412. THis was a King Renowned neere and farre A Mars of men a Thunderbolt of warre At Agencourt the French were ouerthrowne And Henry heyre proclaim'd vnto that Crowne In nine yeeres raigne this valiant Prince wan more Then all the Kings did after or before Intomb'd at Westminster his Carkas lyes His soule did like his Acts ascend the skies Henry the 5. In his 3. yeere hee past the sea with 1000. saile of Ships and Veâ—â—els into France His tombe or â—â—â—â— was couered with siluer but this yrâ—n age â—â—th â—â—â—â—â—â— Henry the sixt An. Dom. 1422. THis Infant Prince scarce being nine moneths old The Realmes of France and England he did hold But he vncapable through want of yeeres Was ouer-gouern'd by mis-gouern'd Peeres Now Yorke and Lancaster with bloudy wars Both wound this kingdome with deep deadly scars Whilst this good King by Yorks oppos'd depos'd Expos'd to dangers is captiu'd inclos'd His Queene exilde his sonne and many friends Fled murdred slaughtred lastly Fate contends To crowne him once againe who then at last Was murdred thirty nine yeeres being past King Edward the sixt being 10. yeers old was crowned King of France in Paris but with the strife betwixt the Nobility and the Commons in England the most part of France was lost againe which was neuer recouered â—â—â—â—â— Edward the fourth An. Dom. 1460. EDward the 4. the house of Yorks great heire By bloudy wars attain'd the Regall Chaire The poore King Henry into Scotland fled And foure yeeres there was royally cloath'd and fed Still good successe with him was in the wane â—â—e by King Edwardâ—â— power at last was tane Yet yet before the tenth yeere of his reigne Hence Edward fled and Henry crown'd againe By Warwicks meanes sixe moneths he held the same Till Edâ—ward backe in armes to England came And fighting stoutly made this kingdome yeeld And slew great Warwicks Earle at Barnot field Thus Ciuill wars on wars and broyles on broyles And England against England spils and spoyles Now Yorke then Lancaster then Yorke againe â—uels Lancaster thus ioy griefe pleasure paine â—â—oth like inconstant waters â—bbe and flow Ones rising is the others ouerthrow King Edward twenty two yeeres rul'd this Land And lies at Windsor where his Tombe doth stand Edward the 4. In the first yeere on Palme-sunday 1460. there was a battell fought betwixt King Edward and King Henry neere Todcaster wherein were sâ—aine of English-men on both sides 53000 700 and 11. persons The bloudy victory fell to King Edward In the 10. yeere of his reigne he was forced to forsake this Land whereby King Henry was restored againe to the Crowne But shortly after Edward returned and Henry was murthered Edward the fifth An. Dom. 1483. HIgh birth blood state and innocent in yeeres Eclips'd and murdred by insulting Peeres This King was neuer crown'd short was his raigne For to be short hee in short space was slaine Edward the 5. Within 3. moneths after the death of his father hee and his brother Richard Duke of Yorke were depriued both of their liues and he of the Crowne by their tyrannous Unkle Richard Duke of Gloster Richard the third An. Dom. 1483. BY Treason mischiefe murder and debate Vsurping Richard wonne the royall state Vnnaturally the children of his brother The King and Duke of Yorke he caus'd to smother For Sir Iames Tirrell Dighton and Blacke â—ill Did in the Tower these harmlesse Princes kill Buckinghams Duke did raise King Richard high And for reward he lost his head thereby A fellow to this King I scarce can finde His shape deform'd and crooked like his minde Most cruell tyrannous inconstant stout Couragious hardy t' abide all dangers out Yet when his sinnes were mellow ripe and full Th' Almighties iustice then his plumes did pull By bloudy meanes he did the kingdome gaine And lost it so at Bosworth being slaine This Richard was neuer a good subiect but when he had got the Crowne be striued by all meanes to be a good King for in his Short reigne of two yeeres two moneths he made very profitable Lawes which are yet in force by which it may be perceiued how willing he was to redeeme his mis-spent time Henry the seuenth An. Dom. 1485. VVHen Ciuill wars full fourescore yeers more Had made this kingdome welter in her Gore When eightie of the royall blood were kild That Yorke and Lancasters crosse faction held Then God in mercy looking on this Land Brought in this Prince with a triumphant band The onely Heire of the Lancastrian line Who graciously consented to combine To ease poore England of a world of mone And make the red Rose and the white but one By Marriage with Elizabeth the faire Fourth Edwards daughter and Yorks onely heire But Margret Burgunds dutches storm'd frown'd That th' heire of Lancaster in state was crown'd A counterfeit one Lambert she suborn'd Being with Princely ornaments adorn'd To claime the State in name of Clarence sonne Who in the Tower before to death was done Wars'gainst the French King Henry did maintaine And Edward braue Lord Wooduile there was slaine Northumberlands great Earle for the Kings right Was slaine by Northerne rebels in sharpe fight The King besiedged Boloigne but a Peace The French king fought and so the siedge did cease Still Burgunds Dutchesse with inueterate hate Did seeke to ruine Henries Royall state She caus'd one Perkin Warbacke to put on The name of Richard Edwards murdred sonne Which Richard was the youngest of the twaine Of Edwards sonnes that in the Tower was slaine The King at last these traitors did confound And Perkin for a counterfeit was found Sir William Stanley once the Kings best friend At Tower hill on a Scaffold had his end On Blacke Heath Cornish rebels were o'rthrowne A Shoomaker did claime King Henries Crowne The Earle of Warwicke lost his haplesse head And Lady Katherine did Prince Arthur wed But ere sixe moneths were fully gone and past In Ludlow Castle Arthur breath'd his last King Henry built his Chappell from the ground At Westminster whose like can scarce be found Faire Margret eldest daughter to our King King Iames the fourth of Scotland home did bring Where those two Princes with great pompe and cheare In State at Edenborough married were But as all Mortall things are transitory So to an end came Henries earthly glory Twenty three yeeres and 8. months here he swaid And then at Westminster in 's Tombe was laid He all his Life had variable share Of Peace Warre Ioy Griefe Royaltie and Care In his I. yeere in 7. weekes space there dyed in London 2. Maiors and 6. Aldermen besides many hundred others of a strange sweating sicknesse 1485. Anno Reg. 12. at Saint Needâ— in Beafordshire there fell hail-stones 18. inches about King Iames the 4. of Scotland married Margret
Sword and Flame â—â—d almost all that Kingdome ouer-run â—â—ll where I fought triumphantly I won â—hrough Blood and Death my glory I obtain'd â—â— in the end when all my Acts were done â—â— Sepulcher was all the game I gain'd For though great Kings contend for earthly sway Death binds them to the peace and parts the fray An. Dom. 1272. Nouember Wednesday Edward the first was 35 yeares old when he beganne to reigne but at the death of his Father he was in warres in the Holy Lâ—â—d against the Saracens So that he returned not home till the next yeere a â—time hee was crowned the 14 day of December in the second yeere of his reigne the â—â—â—â—minsâ—ty of â—â—â— Coroâ—â—â—â—â—â—â—â— performed by Robert Kâ—lwarby Arâ—â—â—â—â—â— of Canterbury at Westminster Thus King brought Wales wholy vnto subsection to the crowne of England he effect â—â—â—â— peace be caused all coâ—â—â—â—tred Iudges and Officers of Note to be must exemplertly pâ—â—nâ—â—ea with sines â—â— priâ—â—men and bantshment A Nauy of 60 English sâ—â—ps ouâ—â—â—ams and tooke 800 ships of France An. 1293. Sir William Wallace A Noble vaâ—â—â—ant Scoâ— aâ—d warrâ— vpon King Edward and in the seruice of his Countrey did much â—â—â—â—â—â— to England The King caâ—â—â— this Sonne Edward being an inâ—â—rt to be the first Prince of Wales that was of toâ— English blood Since when all the Kings of Englands elaest Sonnes are by right Princes of Wales 284 Iewes were executed for â—â—â—ptes of the Kings coyne An 1280. King Edward caused Bayâ—trds Castle to be buils in London now the mansion house of the Right Honourable Earle of Pembâ—â—â—â— In the 15 yeers of this kings reigne Wheate was sold for 3 d the Bâ—sheâ— and the next yeere being 1288 it was sold for 18 d the Bushâ—â— which in those dâ—â—ies was accouÌ„ted a great price but after as long as The King liued the price came to 5â— the Bashell King Edwards Armiâ—â—â—ew 70000 of the Scots in one day as the â—â—ttâ—k of Fauâ—â—rke Sir William Wallace was betrayed taken and brought out of Scotland and executed in Smithfield has head being set on London Bridge and his quarters sent into Scotland yes be is by â—â—â—â—â— men had in Honorable remembrance The warres â—â—â— so set in this Kings reigne betwixt him and the Scots that as â—enerall times there were more then 130000 men slaine on both parts yet amongst all our English Kings that past before him Edward was not inferiour today he was religious valiant victorious wise affable of a comely Maâ—estmall Aspect and proportion he had two wiues the first was Eleanor daughter to Ferdinand the third King of Castile the second was Margaret daughter to Philip surnamed Hardy King of France by them hee had 4 Sonnes and 10 Daughters bee reigned neere 35 yeeres and was burried at Westminster 1307. July 7. EDWARD THE II KING OF ENGLAND LORD OF IRELAND DVKE OF AQVITAINE c. SOone after was my fathers corps inter'd Whilst Fate and Fortune did on me attend And to the Royall Throne I was prefer'd With Aâ—e Ceaser euery knee did bend But all these fickle ioyes did fading end Peirce Gaueston to thee my loue combind My friendship to thee scarce left me a friend But made my Queene Peeres People all vnkind I tortur'd both in body and in mind Was vanquisht by the Scots at Bannocki Rourne And I enfor'cd b flight some safety find Yet taken by my Wife at my returne A red-hot Spit my Bowels through did gore Such misery no slaue endured more Anno Dom. 1307 Iuly 8. Edward the second surnamed Carnaruan â—… cause he was born at Carnaruan Castle is Wales was crowned at Westminster by the hands of William Bishop of Winchester deputy for Robert Archbishop of Canterbury then absent in exile â—â— 24 of February next following He was much â—â—â—â—cted to follow the aduice and counsell of light â—â—â—â— which caused the Nobility to rebel against him â—â—â— at the first he ouercame them and tooke Thomas Earle of Lancaster a Peers of the blood their chief Leader fate in iudgment himself on him at Pomfret where the Earle had iudgment giuen against him to be drawne for is Treason for his murder spoyle burning robberies to be hangd and for his shamefull flying away to be beheaded but because â—â—â— was of the Kings kindred he was only beheaded â—â—â— the last such of the Barons as had escap'd â—â—â— the Mortimers with the helpe of the Queene â—â—â— the yong Prince then come out of France newly tooke the King and imprisoned him neuer â—â—â— kingdome in more â—â—sery then this Kings â—â—â— for his immoderate loue to Peirce Gauâ—â—â—â— a meane Gentleman of France was the cause of the Kings and has owne destruction with the â—â—â— calamity of the â—â—â—â—â— kingdom This Gaueston â—â—â— banished hence by the Kings father was in â—â—â— times exil'd but at his third â—â—â—rne Guy â—â—â— Watwick took him in Warwick Castle â—â—â— his head to be snore off which so inraged the â—â—â—â—â—â—â—â—ing King that bee vowed reuenge vpon all â—â—â— Lords others who were the causers of Gauestâ— death in the meane space Robert Bruce King Scots gaue King Edward a mighty ouerâ—â—â— place cal'd Bannocksbourne where the English â—â—â— their confederates Hollanders Brabanders â—â—â— landers Flemings Picards Gascognes â—â—â— mans Poloiners wer in number ooooo â—â—â— foot yet were discomfited with the losse of 5000 â—â—â— the King in great danger to be taken famine foul and pestilence at once afflicted England so that â—â—â— ple did eat one another halfe-halfe-aliue and the â—â—â— scarce able to bury the deed The King prepares for reuenge against his Lords for Gaueston â—â—â— Hugh Dispencer from meane estate to be â—â—â— Chamberlaine The King caused 2â— of his â—â—â— suffer death diuers â—â—â—â—â—â— He makes a second â—â—â— against Scotland â—â—â—â— againe with great â—â—â—â—â—â—â—â—â—â—â—â—â—â—â—â— This was the miserable â—â—â— this King who was deposed the Spencers â—â—â— Edward reign'd 19 years 7 months and 17 days EDWARD THE IIJ KING OF ENGLAND And FRANCE LORD OF IRELAND IN Peace and War my Stars auspicious stood False Fortune stedfast held her wauering wheele I did reuenge my Fathers butcher'd blood I forced France my furious force to feele I warr'd on Scotland with triumphing Steele Afflicting them with slaughtering Sword and Fire That Kingdome then diuided needs must reele Betwixt the Bruces and the Balliols ire Thus daily still my glory mounted higher With black Prince Edward my victorious Sonne Vnto the top of honour wee alpire By manly Princely worthy actions done But all my Triumphs fortunes strength and force Age brought to death death turn'd to a Coarse Anno 1327 Ianuary 25 Saturday Edward the 3 being borne at Windsor being 15 yeers old was crowned by Walter Reignolds Arcbishop of Canterbury â— in his 2 yeere Edward his Father was murthred The Court in those daies was seldome without a vipeÌ„ for as Gaueston was the foreruÌ„ner of the Spencers in ambition rapine pride and confusion So the Spencers were the
perdurable cares and vexation as appeared in the lines and raignes of Rusus Henry the first Stehpen Iohn and now this King Henry the fourth who though hee were minion of Fortune the Darling of the peolpe euery way a compleate Noble Prince yet was his vsurpation still attended with dangerous molestations he was crowned at Westminster by Thomas Arundell Arbhishop of Canterbury hee was scarce warme in his seat before the Dukes of Exeter Aumerie Surry with the Earles of Glocester and Salisbury conspired to kill him and to raise King Richard againe but their plot was discouered and satisfied with the losse of there heads shortly after king Richard the 2 was starued to death some say murdred at Pomfret castle in short time after the Princes of English poets Ieffry Chaucer and Iohn Cower dyed all those Noble men who either fouored king Richard or were raised by him were degraded disinherited or out of King or courrtly favour The French in Aquitaine intend rebellion against K. Henry but are pacified by Tho Percy Earle of Worcester The Welsh rebell vnder the coÌ„mand of their captine Owne Glendowre and the king went thither in person and with losse and danger quieted them An. 1403 the terrible battel of Shrewsbury was fought betwixt the King and the Earle of Worcester the Earle Dowglasse the Lord Henry Percy alias Hotspur and others where after a bloody triall Percy was slain buried taken vp againe and quartered the Earle of Worcester was beheaded the Dowglasse taken and the King victorious Owen Glendowere again raiseth wars in Wales and inuades the Marches of England although king Richard the 2 be dead and buried yet is he still sained to be aliue and by counterfeit impostures King Henry was much molested 140 ships came out of France arriued at Milford hauen to the aid of Owen Glendowre the Earle of Northumberland rebelled with the Lord Bardolph and were both taken beheaded Thus was king Henries reigne a Maiesticall missery a soueraignty of sorrow and a regall power alwaies attended with perplexity so that hauing raign'd 13 yeers 6 months wanting 5 daies he dyed the 20 of March 1413 and leauing 4 sonnes 2 daughters he was with all funerall and Royall solemnity interred at Canterbury HENRY THE FIFTH KING OF ENGLAND And FRANCE LORD OF IRELAND FRom my Iancastrian Sire successiuely I Englands glorious golden Garland gots I temper'd Iustice with mild clemency Much blood I shed yet blood-shed loued not Time my Sepulchre and my bones may not But Time can neuer end my endlesse fame Oblinion cannot my braue acts out blot Or make Forgetfulnesse forget my name I plaid all France at Tennise such a game With roaring Rackets bandied Balls and Foyles And what I plaid for still I won te same Triumphantly transporting home the spoyles But in the end grim death my life assail'd And as I lin'd I dy'd belon'd bewail'd Anno Dom. 1413. March 20 Sunday Henry the 5 borne at Monmouth in Wales about 28 yeeres old when he began to reigne he was crowned at Westminster by the hands of Thomas Arundell Archbishop of Canterbury and howsoeuer some Writers haue imputed wildnesse and irregular courses so youth vnto him yet when hee attained the Scepter he proued the mirror of Princes and Paragon of the world in that age He banished from his Court and presence all prophane and lewd companions and exiled from his eares all flattring Parasites and Sicophants In the 1 yeer of his reigne he prepared a great Armie against France anâ—â—â— Southampton very happily escaped murthering by the Treason of Richard Earle of Cambridge Henry Lord Scroope and Sir Thomas Gray Knight Soone after the King past with 1500 sail into France where hee wanne the strong Towâ—â—â—â— Hatflew and intending to march back with his â—â— my toward Callice he was neere a place called Agincourt encountrea by the whole power of France where King Henry had a triumphant victories in which battel were slaine many of the French Nobility with 10000 coÌ„mon soldiers as many of them taken prisoners The whole English Army at that time being not 10000 being wasted with the fluxe famine and other sicknesses yet did they â—â—â—â—â—â— more prisoners then they were themselues in number in all the battel lost not aboue 28 meÌ„ After which the King returned into England and â—â—â—â— was met with 400 Citizens and magnificantly â—â—â— tertained into London King Henry attributing all his conquests and victories to God The Eâ—â—â—â—â— Sigismond came into England and entred leagâ—â—â— with King Henry the Emperors intent was to â—â—â— made a peace betwixt England France but he could not accoÌ„plish it The king passed into I raâ—â—â— againe and wonne many Cities Townes Câ—â—â—â—â—â— strong holds in the end he married the Lady Katherin daughter to K. Charles of France with when he came into England and hauing crowned â—â—â—â— Queene be returned into I rance the third â—â—â— was in Paris proclaimed heire apparent to the Crowne Finally he sickened and dyed at Boysesâ— Vincennois in France from whence his corps â—â— brought and buried at Westminster I September 1422. HENRY THE VI KING OF ENGLAND And FRANCE LORD OF JRELAND GReat England Mars my Father being dead I not of yeares or yeare but eight months old The Diadem was plac't vpon my head In Royall Robes the Scepter I did hold But as th' Almighties workes are manifold Too high for mans conceit to comprehend In his eternall Register eurold My Birth my troublous Life and tragicke End â— Gainst me the house of Yorke their force did bend And Peeres and People weltred in their gore My Crown and Kingdome they from me did rend Which I my Sire and Grandire kept and wore Twice was I crown'd vncrown'd oft blest oft crost And lastly murdred life and Kingdome lost Anno Dom. 1422 August 31 Munday Henry the 6 born at Windsor the son of Henry the 5 was but 8 moneths old at the death of his father so that by reason of his infancy himselfe and kingdome were gouerned by his vnckles the Dukes of Bedford and Glocester An. 1419 Nouember 6 the King was crowned first at Westminster by the hands of Henry Chichley Archbishop of Canterbury hee was againe the second time crowned at Paris the 7 of December 1431 by the Cardinalls of York and Winchesters and returns into England the 11 day of February following In these times France was in miserable perplexity diuided betwixt French and English in continuall bloody wars for the Dolphin Charles made wars in sundry places claiming the Crowne the English won and lost towns and territories as fortune found or fround till at last by reason of the King childhood in the beginning of his reigne his soft milde gentle inclination in his ripe yeeres and his indisposition to marshall affaires hee beeing more sit for the Church theÌ„ for chinalry for praier theÌ„ for prowesse a man in al his actions more like a Saint then to one that should weild a warlike
bent Seuere in throats and milde in punishment His iustice would condemne and in a breath His mercy sau'd whom iustice doom'd to death His aduersaries he did ofe relieue And his reuenge was onely to forgiue He knew that well got honour nere shall die But make men liue vnto eternitie It as his greatest riches he esteem'd And Infamy he basest begg'ry deem'd He knew through worthy spirits may be croft Yet if they lose no honour nothing's lost And those that haue afraid of enuy bin True honour or good fame did neuer win If he an auaritioâ—s mind had bore Of wealth no subiect then had had such store So many yeeres Englands high Admirall Fees offices and prizes that did fall With gifts and fauors from the queene and State And other things amounting to a rate That had he beene a mixer close of hand No subiect had beene richer in this Land In deeds of pitty and ture charity Good house-keeping and hospitality Bounty and courteous affability He was the Brooch of true Nobility And for these vertues men shall scarcely find That he a fellow here hath left behind He knew that Auarice and Honour be Two contraries that neuer will agree And that the Spender shall haue true renowne When infamy the Mizers fame shall drowne He euery way most nobly was inclin'd And lou'd no wealth but riches of the mind His Pleasure was that those that did retaine To him and serue should by him thriue and gainâ— And he thought t' was enough for him to haue When as his seruants did both get and saue So amongst Nobles I think few are such That keepes so little giues away so much His latest VVill did make it plaine appeare The loue which to his seruants he did beare To great and small amongst them more or lesse His bounty did expresse his worthynesse To all degrees that seru'd him euery one His liberality excepted none And though base Enuy often at him strooke His fortitude was like a Rocke vnshooke He knew that Fortunes changing was not strange Times variation could not make him change The frothy pompe of Earths Prosperity Nor enuious clouds of sad aduersity Within his minde could no mutation strike His courage and his carriage were alike For when base Peasants shrinke at fortunes blowes Then magnimity most richly showes His grauity was in his life exprest His good example made it manifest His age did no way make his vertue liue But vertue to his age did honour giue So that the loue he wan t is vnderstood T was not for being old but being good Thus like a pollish'd Iewell ' mongst his Peers His vertue shin'd more brighter then his yeers For Wisdome euer this account doth make To loue age onely but for vertues sake Neere ninety yeeres an honoured life he led And honour 's his reward aliue and dead For who so nobly heer his life doth frame Shall for his wages haue perpetuall fame His meditations hee did oft apply How he might learne to liue to learne to dye And dy to liue and reigne in glorious state Which changing time can ne'r exterminate And therefore long his wisdome did forecast How he might best reforme offences past Order things present things to come foresee Thus would his latter yeeres still busied be He saw his Sand was neer runne out his Glasse And wisely pondred in what state he was His waning yeeres his body full of anguish Sense failing spirits drooping force to languish The ruin'd cottage of weake flesh and blood Could not long stand his wisdome vnderstood He saw his tyde of life gan ebbe so low Past all expectance it againe should flow He knew his pilgrimage would soone expire And that from whence he came he must retire Old age and weake infirmities contend Mans dissolution warnes him of his end He knew all these to be deaths messengers His Calends Pursiuants and Harbingers And with a Christian conscience still he mark'd He in his finall voyage was imbark'd Which made him skilfully his course to steere The whilst his iudgment was both sound cleare To that blest Hauen of eternall rest Where he for euer liues among the blest He did esteeme the world a barren field The nought but snares tares and cares did yeeld And therefore he did sow his hopes in heauen Where plentious encrease to him is giuen Thus was the period of his lifes expence The Noble Nottingham departed hence Who many yeeres did in his Countries right In peace and warre successefull speake and fight Our oldest Garter Knight and Counsellor And sometimes Britaines great Ambassador Now vnto you suruiuers you that be The Branches of this honourable Tree Though Verses to the dead no life can giue They may be comforters of those that liue We know that God to man hath life but lent And plac'd it in his bodies tenement And when for it againe the Landlord cals The Tenant must depart the Cottage fals God is most iust and he will haue it knowne That he in taking life takes but his owne Life is a debt which must to God be rendred And Natures retribution must be tendred Some pay in youth and some in age doe pay But t is a charge that all men must defray For t is the lot of all mortality When they being to liue begin to dye And as from sin to sin we wander in So death at last is wages for our sinne He neither hath respect to sex or yeares Or hath compassion of our sighes nor teares He 'll enter spight of bars or bolts or locks And like a bold intruder neuer knockes To Kings and Caitiâ—â—es rich poore great and small Death playes the tyrant and destroyes them all He calls all creatures to account most strict And no mans power his force can contradict We must perforce be pleas'd with what he leaues vs And not repine at ought which he berâ—anes vs. Hee 's lawlesse and â—s folly to demand Amends or restitution at his hand He doth deride the griefe of those that mourne And all our fraile afflictions laugh to scorne For hee condemnes and neuer heares the cause He takes away despight the power of Iawes Yet hee our vassall euer doth remaine From our first birth vnto our graue againe And God doth in his seruice him employ To be the bad mans terrour good mans toy Death is the narrow doore to life eternall Or else the broad gate vnto death internall But our Redeemer in his spotlesse offering Did lead the way for vs to heauen by suffering He was the death of death when he did die Then Death was swallow'd vp so victory And by his rising blessed soules shall rue And dwell in the celestial Paradise For these respects you whose affinity Propinquity or consanguinity Whose blood or whose alliance challenge can A part in this deceased Noble man The law of Nature and affection moues That griefe and sorrow should expresse your loues He was your secondary maker and Your authors earthly being and
you stand In duty for your liues and honours bound To him for by him haue you beene renown'd Yet Death that 's common vnto euery one Should be intolerable vnto none And therefore let his noble spirit rest Amidst those ioyes which cannot be exprest Let those that liue his goodnesse imitate And yeeld vnto the course of mortall fate FINIS A FVNERALL ELEGIE IN THE SACRED MEMORY OF THE Right Reuerend Right Honourable and Learned Father in GOD LANCELOT Lord Bishop of VVinchester Deane of his Maiesties Chappell Prelate of the Right Honourable Order of the Garter and one of the Lords of his Maiestices most Honourable Priuie COVNCELL Who departed this life at his house in Southwarke on Munday the 25 th of September last 1626 and was Honourably Interred in Saint Sauiours Church in Southwarke the XI of Nouember TO THE WORSHIPFVLL AND RELIGIOVS GENTLE man M r. Iohn Parker Citizen of London and of the worshipfull Societie of Marchant-Taylors Right Worthy Sir IN these ingratefull daies of ours wherein mens merits are forgotten with the expiration of the life and that too many doe glory to leaue happy or vnhappy posterities behinde them to â—â—â— their memories liue when they are gone or else put a vaine hope of a long lasting same by eâ—â—â—cting painted vaine-glorious Sepulchers and marble Monuments whilst small are theâ—â—â— ber of those that by Piety Charity Noble and vertuous Actions and good life and conuersation â—â— seeke to attaine the neuer-fading memory of Eternity and true lmmortality so that it is a doubt whâ—ther the death of the good or the life of the bad are most to be lamented Yet although the true worthâ—â— this deceased Right Reuerend Right Honourable and right Learned Father whom God in merry â—â— taken from the euill to come is of that inuincible and impregenable strength that the flattery or battle of future time cannot beat it downe into the gulfe of obliuion and forget fulnesse yet though weâ—â— lesse I in dutious loue and reuerence to the Dead and true in affection to the liuing amongst whom â—â—â—â— of my departed Lords Friends and Seruants I am much endeared and oblieged vnto I haue set â—â— rudely to paper and as I could though not as I should I haue as it were onley look'd into the Suiâ—â—â—â— of a goodly City tasted Manna afarre off and touched the skirts or hem of his meritorious vertues whâ—â— I have made bold to dedicate to your Worships graue and iudicious view and censure humbly desirâ— your VVorship to accept my intention more then my Labour in hope whereof I cease to enlarge my Eâ—â—â— further wishing you such happinesse in this life as is correspondent to your worth and such felicity in â—â— life to come as is layd vp for good men in Heauen Your Worships to command IOHN TAYLOR A Silly Taper or a Candles light Are vaine additious to make Sol more bright â—â—â— can one little water-drop augment The mighty bounds of Neptunes continent The raging Winds that threaten sea and shore â—â—â— one mans breath is not increas'd the more â—â—â— or can a handfull of vnstable sand â—â—yse mounts of earth or amplifie the land â—â—â— that am the meanest man of men â—â—rane wanting learning meaner for the pen â—th glimering raper or a drop of raine â—â—not increase the light inlarge the maine â—â—â— any way in sitting tearmes set foth â—ght Reuerend Winchester Admired worth â—â—â—all the learned Poets of these dayes â—â—ght write and speake in his deserued prayse â—â—â— spend their inke and paper and their spirits â—â—â—â—add no fame or honour ot his merits â—â—â—as pute snow shewes whiter to the eye â—â—â—â—hen cole-black Crowes or swarty Rauens are by â—â—â—as the darknesse makes light seeme more cleare â—â—â—will his Vertues in my lines appeare â—â—â—speake his passage in this vale of strife London he had being first and life â—hose Parents as became their reputation â—â—â—bring him vp in worthy education â—â—â— Prem brooke Hall in Cambridge witnesse will â—hereas his noble memory liues still â—passing on in this his morall race â—â—ne'd by grace from higher place to place â—â—â—to the Deanery of Westminster â—â—â—to this Bishopricke of Chichester â—â— Iames did next to Elye him preferre â—ich learned Prince made him his Almoner â—â—â— by Gods prouidence nor his desire â—â—â—to Winchester translated higher â—â—â—of the Royall Chappell and beside Garters Prelate he was dignifide â—â—â—gracious Iames did in his wisedome see â—â—â— worthy Lords vpright integrity â—hom all loyall vertues were innate â—â—â—â—him a priuy Councellour of State â—â—â—his honours still did higher grow â— minde in meeke humillity was low â—â—â—like a blessed Samuel was he â—yned from his infancy to be â—iant souldier of Christs faithfull Campe â—in God Church a learn'd illustrious Lamp â—â—â—â—at the lord to Abraham did say From thy Country and thy Kin away â—â—â—from thy Fathers house I charge thee goe â—â—â—Lord that I to thee will showe â—is right reuerend Lord was from his youth â—â—â—from the world to Gods eternall truth â—being one in Heau ' ns high businesse sent â—igh in this world yet from the world he went For though the world is as 't is vnderstood Mans natiue Country as he 's flesh and blood Yet is his worldly part a prison foule Wherein in bondage lyes his purer soule Which soule is heauenly makes heauen her aime And here she 's in the World not of the same So this deceased Subiect of my muse He liu'd and grieu'd to see the worldsabuse And like a â—eremy â—â— had â—â—â—ments He sigh'd and greu'd bewaynng the euents Which haue and doe and dad â—â— are like Vpon this woefull age of ours to strike He saw and grieu'd a what all men should grieue How goodnesse small reipect could here achieue And how the chiefest good that men doe craue Is pompe and wealth and rich appreil braue How man will for his body haue good food Good fire good cloathes good house and lodging good And all the care's how these goods may be had And few men cared though their soules be bad Thus the sraile World in pous â—â—â— Strooke in his Christian heart griefes deepe impression That all that worldly was he quite â—orgor And vs'd the World as if hee vs'd itâ— oâ— Hee by the Spirit of God perceiued plaine That all earthes pompe and glory is but vayne And therefore with a lowly minde and meeke He did Christs righteousnesse kingdome seeke For which euen as our Sauiours word is past His earthly treasures were vppon him cast For still the word of God confirm'd shall be I 'le honour them saith he that honour me His heart was free from an ambitious thought No popular applause of men he sought His pride was godly a true Christian pride To know Christ and to know him crucifide And though fraile men are with vaine toyes intis'd Hee with'd to be disolu'd to be with Christ. His charity was not in out-ward show No Pharisey-like Trumpet ere did blow To make the World applause with
former Seruants of seuer all Offices in his Maiesties House and other Esquires his maâ—stres seruants of good qualitie The Gentlemen of his Maiesties Chappel in Surplaices and rich Copes the Sergeant of the Vestry accompanying them Chaplaines Doctors of Phisicke Doctors of Diuinity Knights Gentlemen of the Priuy Chamber Gentlemen of the Bed-chamber to the Prince Baronets Barons younger sonnes Knights of the Priuy-Councell Viscounts eldest sonnes a Veluet cushen cartâ—ed by an Esquire The Comptroller Treasurer Steward and Chamberlain to his Grace bearing white Staues Barons of Ireland Scotland and England Bishops Earles eldest Sons Viscounts Earles of Scotland and England The Duke of Linox eldest Sonne The Arch-Bishop of Canterbury The Mace The Purse The Iora Keeper Preacher Sergeant Trumpetter and foure Trumpets The Great Banner borne by an Earles Sonne accompanied with an Herald The chiefe mourning Horse couered with blacke Veluet and garnished with Eschochens of Tassata with Shaffron and Plumes led by M r. Harton Clauell His Graces Hatchinements borne as followeth The Gauntlets and Spurres The Helme and Crest and the Sword borne by three Heralds The Targe and Coate of Armes borne by two Kings of Armes Then the â—â—uely Effigies or representation of his Grace drowne in a Chariot by sixe goodly Horses garnished as the former couered with a Canopy of black Veluet The Pall supported two Earles Sons and two Marquesses Sons The Foâ—â—â— going on each side the Chariot and likewise ten small Banners carried by 10. Knights 5 of Scotland and 5 of England round about the Chariot two Principall Gentlemen riding at his head and feet in the said Chariot Then folowed Garter principall King of Armes accompanied with a Gentleman â— sher who went bareheaded the Duke of Linox chief Mourner The Lord Tresurer and Lord President of the Councell his supporters 10 other Assistants The Lord Priuy Seale and Duke of Buckingham The Marquis Hamilton and Earle Marshall The Lord Chamberlaine of his Maiesties House and the E. of Sussex the E. of Southampton and E. of Essex the E. of Salisbury and E. of Exceter The M r of the Horse to his Grace in close mourning leading the Horse of Honor â—â—â—â—â—â— furnished Thus past this sad shew from his Graces House in Holborne to Westminster where the Funerall Rites being solemnely ended his Graces liuely Effigies was leâ—â— in the Abby of S t. Peter vnder a Rich Hearse FINIS GREAT BRITAINE ALL IN BLACKE OR A short Elegie written in the manner of AEquiuoques in a sad and dutifull remembrance of the Royall Prince HENRY OH for a Quill of that Arabian Wing That 's hatcht in embers of Sun-kindled fire Who to her selfe her selfe doth issue bring And three in one is Young and Dam and Sire Oh that I could to Virgils veine aspire Or Homers Verse the golden-languag'd Greeke In polish'd phrases I my lines would tyre Into the depth of Art my Muse would seeke Mean time she 'mongst the linguish'd Poets throngs Although she want the helpe of Forraigne Tongs TO write great Britaines wo how am I able That hauing lost a peerelesse Princely Sonne So wise so graue so stout so amiable Whose Vertues shin'd as did the mid-dayes Sunne And did illustrate all our Hemispheare Now all the world affoords not him his pheare His Royall minde was euermore dispos'd From vertue vnto vertue to accrue On good deserts his bountie he dispos'd Which made him follow'd by so braue a crue That though himselfe was peerlesse many a Peere As his Attendants dayly did appeare In him the Thundrers braine-borne daughter Pallas Had tane possession as her natiue Clime In him and his terrestriall heau'nly Palace Was taught how men by vertuous deeds shal clime So that although his yeeres were in the spring He was true honours Fount and valors Spring So firme so stable and so continent So wise so valiant and so truly chaste That from his Microcosmos continent All heau'n-abhorred hel-hatch'd lust was chac'd Hee ran no vicious vice alluring grace To staine the glory of his Royall race His soule from whence it came is gone againe And earth hath tane what did to earth belong He whilom to this Land was such a Gaine That mem'ry of his losse must deeds belong All states and sexes both the young and graue Lament his timelesse going to his Graue Man-murdring death blinde cruell fierce and fell How dost thou gripe him in thy meagre armes By thy rude stroke this Prince of Princes fell Whose valor brau'd the mighty God of Armes Right well in peace he could of peace debate Dreadlesse of dreadfull danger or debate Robustuous rawbon'd monster death to teare From vs our happy hope we did enioy And turne our many ioyes to many a teare Who else might ioyfully haue liu'd in ioy As wind on thousands all at once doth blow By his deaths stroke so millions feele the blow Well could I wish but wishing is in vaine That many millions and amongst them I Had slue'd the bloods from euery flowing veine And vented floods of water from each eye T' haue sau'd the life of this Maiestike Heyre Would thousand soules had wandred in the ayre But cease my Muse thou farre vnworthy art To name his name whose praise on hie doth mount Leaue leaue I say this taske to men of Art And let his soule rest to sweet Zions Mount His Angell spright hath bid the world adue And earth hath claim'd his body as a due Epitaph Here vnder ground great HENRIES corps doth be If God were pleas'd I wish it were a lye IOHN TAYLOR THE MVSES MOVRNING OR FVNER ALL SONNETS ON THE Death of IOHN MORAY Esquire TO THE WHOLE AND ENTIRE NVMBER OF THE Noble and Ancient name of Morayes Iohn Taylor dedicates these sad Funerall Sonnets Sonnet 1. VVHen King Corbredus wore the Scottish Crowne The Romanes did the Britaine Land afflict But Corbred ioyn'd confederate with the Pict By whom Queen â—eadaes foes were ouerthrowne The Morayes then to haue their valour knowne Did first the Romane forces contradict And made them render vp their liues so strict That horse and foot and all were beaten downe Loe thus began the Morayes honour'd Race Of memorable Ancient worthy fame And since the fiue and fiftieth yeere of Grace â—â— Scotland hath suruiu'd that noble name To whom aliue and to my dead friends hear so In duty heere I consecrate this verse Hee that is euer obliged to your Noble name IOHN TAYLOR Sonnet 2. WEepe euerlastingly you Nymphs diuine Your very Quintessence is waste and spent Sigh grone and weepe with wofull languishment Dead is the life that made your Glories shine The heau'nly numbers of your Sacred nine He tun'd as an Aetheriall Instrument So sweet as if the Gods did all consent In him their Consort wholy to combine Weepe Muses euerlastingly lament Eclipsed is your Sire Apollo's shrine Grim Death the life hath from your Champion rent And therefore sigh grone weepe lament and pine And let the Lawrell rot consume and wither Dye Muses
and be Tombd with him together Sonnets 3. FRom two strong Iailes thy corps â—onâ—â— acquitted The one compact of flesh and bloud and bone The other vnrelenting sencelesse stone By God to one by man to one committed I euer did expect a happy time When thou shouldst shake by bondage from thy backer I euer hop'd that thy vnwilling crime Would be forgot and thou secur'd from wracke For this I wish'd and prat'd both day and night I onely aym'd to haue thy body freed But heau'n beyond my reason had decreed Soule body both at once to free thee quite Thou in thy life hast past a world of trouble But death from double Iailes hath freed thee double Sonnet 4. COrruption Incorruption hath put on Immortall weake mortality is made Earths wo hath gain'd a happy heauenly throne By death life dyes by life deaths force doth fade Though death kill life yet life doth conquer death Death but puts off our Rags of shame and â—ine When for a moment's an eternall breath Life passing through the dore of death doth win This thou well knowst my much beloued friend And therefore thou didst dare death to his worst But he much busied could not thee attend Or durst not till thy cares thy heart had burst And then the slaue came stealing like a thiefe And 'gainst his will did giue thy woes reliefe Sonnet 5. THou fortunes foot-ball whom she vs'd to tosse From wrong to wrong from wo to wo againe From griefe rebounding backe to pinching paine As 't please the blind-fold Dame to blesse or crosse But thou vnmou'd with either gaine or losse Nor ioy nor care could vexe they constant braine Thou smil'dst at all her buffets with disdaine And all her fauours thou esteem'dst as drosse Her and her Fauorites thou still didst deeme Iust as they are not as they seeme to be Her Minions all as fooles thou didst esteeme And that 's the cause she would not fauour thee Then since such reck'ning she of fooles doth make Would thou hadst beene one for her fauours fake Sonnet 6. T Is written in the euer liuing Word The Rule and Square that men should liue thereby Afflictions are the tuch-stones of the Lord. By which he onely doth his seruants try Then Noble Moray thou hadst many a tuch And still the patience good and currant prou'd Thy manly carriage in thy griefs were such Which made thee more then much admir'd and lou'd What yeer what month week day or fading houre Wherein some mischiefe did thee not befall Yet had Affliction ouer thee no power To conquer thee but thou didst conquer all Vnnumbred times thou wast both toucht and tri'd And in thy Makers feare and fauour dy'd Sonnet 7. VVEep heart weepe eyes weep my vnable pen In teares of blood of water and lake With bread of sorrow and afflictions drinke I liue for I haue lost a man of men Yet heart eyes pen dry vp your teares agen He is not lost he 's rather newly found Enfranchis'd from a dolefull theeuish den And with a rich Immortall Crowne is crownd Then hart eies pen no more with teares be drownd Weepe not for him that doth reioyce for euer Yet this againe my comfort doth confound Hee 's lost to mee and I shall find him neuer Then weep Muse heart eies pen lament and weepâ— My ioyes are buried in eternall sleepe Sonnet 8. SLeepe gentle spirit in Eternall rest Free from all heart-tormenting sorrow sleepe Whilst I doe vent from my care-crazed brest Hart-wondring sighs that there their mansion keepâ—â— And let my grones from out that Cauerne deepe With lamentations and cloud-cracking thunder And let mine eyes an Inundation weepe Let sighs grones teares make all the world to wonder I meane my little Microcosmo world Sigh stormes grone thunder weep a floud of tearesâ— Through eu'ry part of me let griefe be hurld That whosoeuer my lamenting heares May mone with me the cause of this my Ditty Or if not mone with me vonchsafe to pitty Sonnet 9. SInce cursed fates haue fatally decreed To tosse and tumble harmelesse Innocence And all the crue of hels abortiue breed Haue glutted Enuies maw by lawes defence Yet God whose knowledge knows the least offence Who all things sees with his all-searching eye Doth with his glorious great omnipotence Right wronged wrongs heares his seruants cry His mercie 's not immur'd within the sky But freely he doth powre it downe on earth He with afflictions scourge his sonnes doth try And when he pleases turnes their mone to mirth And though man liues in care and dies in sorrow A heauy euening brings a ioyfull morrow Sonnet 10. WEll hast thou runne in this â—y weary race Well hast thou fought with Satan hand to haÌ„d Th' ast won the Goale and gain'd the blessed Land That 's neither limitted with time or place There thou attendest on the thâ—â—â—â—â—â—e of Grace There Angels and Archangels sweetly sing Eternall praises to th' eternall King And see the glorious brightnesse of his face All this I doubt not but thou wâ—ll hast done Not of thy selfe with shamefull sinne pollated But thy Redeemer hath the coâ—â—iest wonne And vnto thee the victorie's imputed He paid the score and cancell'd all thy bands And gaue thee to his blessed Fathers hands Sonnet 11. NOw may you theeuing Poets filch and steale Without controlement breaking Priscians pate For he that whilom could your theft reueale Your Criticke and your Hypercriticke late Now may you cog and lye and sweare and prate And make your idle verses lame and halt For by the pow'r of euiternall Fate Hee 's gone that could and would correct each fault But you haue greatest cause to moane his want You sacred heau'nly Sisters three times thrice He from your Gardens could all weeds supplant And replant fruites and flowres of pecrelesse price He kept vnbroke your Numbers Tipes Tropes But now hee 's dead dead are your onely hopes Sonnet 12. AS Solon to rich haplesse Croesus said No man is happy till his life doth end The proofe in thee so piainly is displaid As if he thy Natiuity had kend What mortall miseries could mischiefe send But thou therein hast had a treble share As if Calamities their powers should bend To make thy Corps a treasure-house of care Yet fell Aduersity thou didst out-dare And valiantly 'gainst stormes of woe resisted Loue of the world they minde could not insnare Thou knewst wherein the best of best consisted And as old Solon said so I agree Death makes men happy as it hath done thee Sonnet 13. NO 〈…〉 Trophee Vertue needes And good report a marble Tombe out-weares â—â—â—â—â— plaies the Herald proclaimes mens deeds Her Trumps Thrill sound the spacious world heares And such an vniuersall Tombe hast thou Borne on the tops of thousand thousand tongs Thy liuing merit doth thy name allow A Monument for euer which belongs To none but such as whilom was thy selfe Who vs'd the world as if they vs'd it not And did
according to my will My faults would make compare with any ill But yet I muse at Poets now adâ—yes That each mans vice so sharpely will dispraise Like as the Kite doth o're the carrion houer So their owne faults with other mens they couer Cause you shall deeme my iudgement to be just Amongst the guilty I cry guiltie first Epigram 3. GLacus that selfe conceâ—ted câ—iticke foole Vpon my Epigrams doth looke a scaunt And bids me pat my borren wit to Schoole And I in anger bid the Affe auaâ—â—â— For till some better thing by him is pend I bid him fault not that he cannot mend Epigram 4. A Skilfull Painter such rare pictures drew That euery man his workemanship admir'd So neere the life in beautie for me and new As if dead Art 'gainst Nature had conspir'd Painter sayes one thy wife 's a pâ—â—tty woman I muse such ilâ—-shapt Children thou â—ast got Yet makest such pictures as their like makes no man I prethâ—e tell the cause of this thy lot Quoth he I paint by day when it is light And get my Children in the darke at night Epigram 5. VNlearned Azo store to Bookes hath bought Because a learned Scholler hee 'l be thought I counsell'd him that had of Bookes such store To buy Pipes Lutes the Violl and Bandore And then his Musicke and his learning share Being both alike with either might compare Epigram 6. FAire Betrice tuckes her coats vp somewhat hie Her pretty leg and foot cause men should spie Sayes one you haue a handsome Leg sweet ducke I haue two quoth she or else I had hard â—ucke There 's two indeed I thinke th' are twinnes qd he They are and are not honest friend quoth she Their birth was both at once I dare be sworne But yet betweene them both a man was borne Epigram 7. THe way to make a Welch-man thirst for blisse And say his prayers dayly on his knees Is to perswade him that most câ—â—taine 't is The Moone is made of nothing but greene Cheese And hee 'l desire of God no greater boone But place in heauen to feed vpon the Moone Epigram 8. A Gailant Lasse from out her window saw A Gentleman whose nose in length exceeded Her boundlesse will not limited by Law Imagin'd he had what she greatly needed To speake with him she kindly doth entreat Desiring him to cleare her darke suppose Supposing euery thing was made compleat And correspondent equall to his nose But finding short where she expected long She sigh'd and said O nose thou didst me wrong Epigram 9. YOung S r. Iohn Puckefoist and his new made Madam Forgets they were the off spring of old Adam I 'm sure 't is not for wit nor manlike fight His worthlesse worship late was dub'd a Knight Some are made great for wealth and some â—or â—it And some for valour doe attaine to it And some for neither valour wit nor wealth But stolne opinion purchase it by stealth Epigram 10. ONe told me fiattery was exiâ—'d the slate And pride and lust at Court were out of date How vertue did from thence all vice put sue 'T is newes qnoth I too good for to be true Epigram 11. HE that doth beate his braines and trie his wit In hope thereby to please the multitude As soone may ride a Horse without a bit Aboue the Moone or Sunnes high altitude Then neither flattâ—rie nor the hope of pelfe Hath made me write but for to please my selfe Epigram 12. A Rusticke swaine was cleaning of a blacke And hum he cryes at euery pond'rous krâ—oâ—â—ke His wife sayes Husband where fore hum you â—â— Quoth he it makes the wedge in further goe When day was done and drow sie night was come Being both in bed at play shâ—â—â— bids him hum Good wife quoth he â—ncreat me hum no more For when I hum I cleaue but now I bore Epigram 13. VVhen Caualeâ—o Hot shot goes with Oares Zoun's rowye Rogues yeâ—â—z knaues make hast â—â—â—yle of Fidlers and a brace of Whotes At Lambeth stayes for me to breake their fast He that 's so hot for 's wench ere he come nieâ—â—er Being at her once I doubt hee 'l be on fire Epigram 14. IT was my chance once in my furious mood To call my neighbours wife an aâ—â—â—nt who â—re But she most â—â—â—â—y on here credit stood â—â—aring that sorry I should be there â—oâ—â—â— re Her Husband vnderstanding of the case Protested he would sue me for a slaâ—der When straight I prou'd it to his forked face He was a Knaue a Cuckold and a Pander Obo quoth he good neighbour say no mo I know my wife lets out her buggle bo Epigram 15. THe Law hangs Theeues for their vnlawfull Stealing The law carts Bawdâ— for keeping of the dore The Law doth punish Râ—gues for roguâ—â—sh dealing The Law whips both the Pander and the Whoâ—e For yet I muse from whence this Law is growne Whores must not steale nor yet must vâ—â— their owne Epigram 15. OLd Fabian by Extortion and by stealth Hoth got a huge Masse of ill gotten wealth For which he giues God daily thankes and praise When 't was the Diuell that did his â—â—tunes rayâ—â— Then since the gatting of thy goods were euill Th' hast reason to bee thankful to the deuill Who very largely hatn increast thy mocke And sent the Miser Midaes golden locke Then thanke not God for he hath hâ—lpâ— thee leaft But thanke the Diuell that hath thy â—â—â—â—â—â—creast Epigram 17. WHat matter i st how men their dayes doe spend So good report do on their deaths attend Though in thy former life thou ne're didst good But mad'st Religion for thy faules a hood And all blacke sinnes wereâ—… And tooke thy Conâ—… Yet at thyâ—… â—â—â—â— haue â— Sernâ—… A threadâ—… And inâ—… Will makâ—â—… Andâ—… Ourâ—… Who was theâ—… N Dâ—â—â—â—â—… swearer No grâ—edâ— Vâ—urer â—… Odeâ—… And thus an end at hasâ—… Thus Mr. â—… To make a Vâ—llâ—ineâ—… And to oneâ—… Much more then â—â—â—â—â—â—â—â—â—â— worth of words Epigram 18. LOrd who would take him for a p'ppâ—n â—quire That'sâ—… Can the dun'd windâ—â—â—â— or base â—â—â—â—â—â— Maintaine the slâ—uâ— in this 〈…〉 No 〈…〉 Vâ—â—tue's at to law a price When man knowes better how to thrâ—â—â—â— by Vice Epigram 19. ALL Bradoes oathes are new founded quence As though they sprung from learned Sapience He sweares by twitâ— pâ—â—d I â—â—â—â— fiery Car By Marses Launce the fearfull God of war By â—â—uâ—ias Bo â—â— Mâ—â—â—â—â—es charming Rod By Bâ—â—â—â—â—â— Diâ—ty that drunken God By gum sac'd â—utâ— and Aâ—ernus â—aues Bâ— Eoius blasts and Neptunâ—â— raging Wâ—ues Bâ—â—â—â— sweâ—â— Mâ—â—â—us â—â—â—â—ght â—â—â—â—â—â— eyes All other Oathes his hâ—mon doth despise Epigram 20. SIgneor Scranoto and tro doth range And at high Noone he visits the Exchange With stately gate the peopled Burse he stalkes Prving for some acquaintance in those walkes Which if he Spyâ—â—â—â—â—â— but has strange salute Marke how he 'l spread to shew his broaking sute When he perhaps that ow'd that cast apparell Not a fortnight
this reading thou mayest be allur'd To turne thy tide of life another way And to amendment all thy thoughts incline And to thy rebell will no more obey But seeke by vertuouâ— actions to combine Fame to thy Friends and terror to thy foe And say 't was friendly counsell told thee so Satyre THis childish Anticke doating pie-bald world Through which y e Diuel all black sins hath hurld Hath beene so long by wickednesse prest downe From y e â—reeze Plow swaine to th' Imperiall crown We haue so long in vice accustom'd beene That nothing that is wicked lookes like sin The glistring Courtier in his gaudie tire Scornes with his heeles to know his russet Sire The petrifogging Lawyer crammes vp Crownes From hobnaild Boores sheep skin country clown The gaping greedie gâ—â—iping Vsurerâ— The Sonne of Hell and Sathans treasurer The base exâ—orting black sould bribing Broaker The Bane of Mankind and his Countries choaker The helhound whelpes the shoulder-clapping Seriant That cares not to vndoe the world for Argent The Post knight that will sweare away his soule Though for the same the Law his eares doe powle The smoakie black-lung pâ—fâ— Tobaccount Whose ioy doth in Tobacco sole consid The cholericke Gâ—â—l that 's â—angled with a Drab And in her quarrell will his Father stab The baudie drie boand â—â—cherous Baboone Would â—aine repent â—â—â—â—â—â— it is too soone The riming â—â—â—â—â—â— would be a Poet But that the â—â—â—â—â—â— not wit to shew it The wrinckled â—â—â— and dim'd vâ—â—â—melian whore That buyes and sels the poxe to â—â—â—â—â—â—â—â—â— slore The greasie eauesdropping doâ—â—â—â—â—â— Pander That with a Punke to any man will wander The conveatching shister steales most briefe And when hee 's hang'd heel câ—ase to be a thiefe The drousie Drunkard will â—â—â— and â—â—â— Till like a hog he tumble in his drâ—â—stâ— Besides there 's diuers other Hell boâ—ne sinnes As some great men are wraâ—t in Mâ—sers skinâ—es For feare of whose dislike I â—â—â— old me still And not bumbast them with my Ganders quill Consider with thy selfe Good Reader then That here thou hu'st amongst those wicked men Who on this earthly stage together keepe Like Muggots in a Putrified sheepe Whose damned dealingâ— blacke confusion brings By the iust iudgement of the King O. Kings Pastorall Equiuokes or a Shepheards complaint I That haue trac'd the mountaines vp and downe And pip't and chanted Songs and pleasant layes The whil'st my flocks haue frisk't it on the downe Now blinded Loue my sportiue pleasure layes I that on greenie grasse could lay me downe And sleepe as soundly as on beds of downe I then was free from loues all wounding blow My Ewes and Lambs then merrily could fold I car'd not then which way the wind did blow Nor had I cause with griefe my armes to infold I fear'd not Winters frost nor Summers Sunne And then was I a happy mothers sonne I then could haunt the Market and the Fayre And in a trolicke humour leape and spring Till she whose beautie did surpasse all fayre Did with her frosty necenesse nip my Spring Then I alas alas vnhappy I Was made a captiue to her scornefull eye When loues fell shaft within my breast did light Then did my Cock horse pleasure all alight Lou's fierie flames Eclipsed all my light And she vnkinde weyd all my woes too light Oh then my merry dayes away did hie VVhen I so low did dore on one so hie Her beautie which did make Loues Queene a Crow Whose whiâ—e did shame the Lilly red the Rose When Phâ—bus messenger the Cocke did crow Each morne when from his Antipods he rose Despight of gates and barres and bolts and locks Hee 'd kisse her face and guild her golden locks Which makes my rest like those that restlesse be Like one that 's hard pursu'd and cannot flye Or like the busie buzzing humming Bee Or like the fruitlesse nought respected Flye That cuts the subtill ayre so swift and fast Till in the Spiders wâ—b hee 's tangled fast As blustring Borcas rends the loftie Pine So her vnkindnesse rends and reaues my heart I weepe I waile I sigh I groane I pine I inward bleed as doth the wounded Hart. She that alone should onely wish me well Hath drown'd my ioyes in Sorrowes ioylesse well The ruthlesse Tyger and the Sauage Beare All Beasts and Birds of prey that haunt the Wood In my laments doe seeme some part to beare But onely she whose feature makes me wood As barbing Autumne robs the trees of leaues Her storme like soorne me void of comfort leaues No castle Fort no Rampier or strong Hold But loue will enter without law or leaue Fot where affections force hath taken hold There lawlesse loue will such impression leaue That Gods nor men nor fire eath water winde From loues strait lawes can neither turne nor winde Then since my haplesse haps falls out so hard Since all the fates on me their anger powre Since my laments and moanes cannot be heard And she on me shews her commanding power What then remaines but I dissolue in teares Since her disdaines my heart in pieces teares Dye then sad heart in sorrowes prison pend Dye face that 's colour'd with a deadly dye Dye hand that in her praise hath Poems pend Heart Face and hand haplesse and helpelesse dye Thou Serieant Death that rests and tak'st no bale 'T is onely thou must ease my bitter bale This said he sigh'd and sell into a sound That all the Hils and Groues neighbouring Plains The Ecchoes of his groanings seem'd to sound With repercursion of his dying plaines And where in life he scorned councell graue Now in his death he rests him in his graue Epitaph HEere lies ingrau'd whose life fell death did sackâ— Who to his graue was brought vpon a Beere For whom let all men euer mourne in Sacke Or else remember him in Ale or Beere He who in life Loues blinded God did lead Now in his death lyes heere as cold as lead Sonnet In trust lyes Treason THe fowlest friends assume the fairest formes The fairest Fields doth feed the soulest road The Sea at calm'st most subiect is to stormes In choyfest fruit the cauker makes aboad So in the shape of all belieuing trust Lyes toad-inucnom'd-â—reason coached close Till like a storme his trothlesse thoughts out burst Who canker-like had laine in trusts repose For as the Fire within the Flint confinde In deepest Ocean still vnquencht remaines Euen so the false through truâ—st seeming minde Despight of truth the treason still retaines Yet maugre treason trust deserueth trust And trust suruiues when treason dyes accurst Death with the foure Elements Two infant-twinnes a Sister and a Brother When out of dores was gone their carefull Sire And left his babes in the keeping with their Mother Who merrily sate singing by the fire Who hauing fill'd a tub with water warme She bath'd her girle O ruthlesse tayle to tell The whilst she thought the other safe from harme Vnluckily into the fire
he fell Which she perceiuing lets her Daughter drowne And rashly ran to saue her burning Sonne Which finding dead she hastily casts downe And all agast doth to the water runne Where seeing t'other was depriu'd of breath She ' gainst the earth falls down dasht her braines Her husband comes and sees this worke of death And desperate hangs himselfe to ease his palnes Thus Death with all the Elements conspire To reaue mans life Earth Water Ayre and Fire FINIS An Inkhorne Disputation or Mungrell conference betwixt a Lawyer and a Poet. With a Quarterne of new catcht Epigrams caught the last Fishing tide sit for heaute stomackes in Ember-weekes Fridayes and Fasting-euens A Poet and a Lawyer in dispute And one the other striued to confute The Poet talk't of great Apolloes shrine Of mount Pernassus and the Muses nine The Lawyer 's all in Cases and in Causes In Fixes in Fees Recou'ries and in Clawses The Poet answers him with Elegies With Madrigals and Epithalamies The Lawyer with his Writs and his Attachments His Habeas Corpus and his strong Apeachments His Executions and his Molestanaums His Score facies and Testificanaums His desperate Outlaries his Capiendoes His Sursararies and his Proscdendoes The Poet at the Lawyer layes on loads Of Dactiles Spondees Annagrams and Oades Of Satyres Epigrams Apostrophies Of Stops of Commaes of Parenthesis Of Accents Figures Tautologia Of Types Tropes and Amphibologia Of Saturne Ioue of Mars of Sol's hot ranging Of Venus Mercurie of Lunaes changing Of Tragicall and Comicall predictions Of Truth of Suppositions and Fictions Of Homer Virgil Ouâ—d Taâ—â—o Terence Dâ—bartas Petrach Plutarke Horace from whence Hee hath the Art the Knowledge and the skill To win the Lawrell from the forked hill The Lawyer then begins to thunder lowder As if hee meant blow him vp with Powder With Actions Cases Capias vt legatums With Decemtales Scandala Magnatums With his Sede fendendoes and Demurs With Proffes Supplicauits Praemumrs With his Scitations Latitats Delayes And diuers more tearmes which the Law displayes With Littleton Fitzherbert Ployden Brooke With many a lawfull and Law-wrested Booke The Poet boldly yet maintaines the field And with his Inkhorne termes disdaines to yeeld Vpon the Lawyer all a fresh hee comes With Eglagues and with Epicediums With Palinodies and Pentameters With sharpe Iambicks and Hexamiters The Lawyer saw the Poet had such store Of pickeld words said hold wee 'le talke no more For thou by mee or I shall not by thee By prating neuer edified bee And for Conclusion let vs both parâ— friends And for our profits this shall bee our ends Wee Lawyers liue vpon the times Abuses Whil'st Poets starue by waâ—â—â—ng on the Muses Epigram 1. Vpon the world Notwithstanding TOm swore to Kate he neuer more would wooe her Kate wish't him hangd when â—ext he com's vnto her But Lou's great litle God the man coÌ„manding That Tom must needs goe to her Notwithstanding Kate rayld and brawld and scoulded curst and band And 'gainst Toms not withstanding did withstand At last the Notwithstanding had â—or sooke And Kate affords her Tom a welcome looke Thus Not withstanding did the warres increase And Stiffe withstanding made the friendly peace Epigram 2. HAll and his wife into the water slipt She quickly Hall fast by the Codpeece gript And reason good shee had to catch him there For hold she fast she need no drowning leare She oft had try'd and prou'd and found it so That thing would neuer to the bottome goe Epigram 3. GOod Besse forbeare â—â—â—be are thou canst full well For thou for bearing bear'st away the bell Thy patience in thy bearing men admires That bearing many wrongs yet neuer tires Epigram 4. T Is onely womens manners and their carriage That maketh them vnfit or fit for Marriage Then Madge thy carriage still so good hath bin Thou getst the Dlu'll and all by commings in Epigram 5. MAll doth commend Sims comlinesse of slature But most she likes his freenesle of his Nature For she will sweare indeed la and in truth That Sim euer a sweet natur'd youth Epigram 6. A Messenger declaring of his mind In making curtesie let a scape behind Hee looking backe peace Sirrha peace quoth he For it you talke I sure will silent be Epigram 7. THe Merchant Drubo hyer'd a seruant lasse And for her wages he doth duly pay From Christmas quarter vnto Michatlmas She hath it payd her to haire they say Sometimes betwixt the quarters she doth take it For let it come when 't t will shee'ie not forsake it And for her Master honest Drubo hee He often payes her with a standing fee. Epigram 8. FIe what an idle life man liues quoth Dicke How idely they their linâ—s away doâ— passe Whil'st paint full women wins both praise and p. Induring as they were compos'd of Brasse I thinke mens idlenesse was neuer such And women ne're were occupi'd so much Epigram 9. IT is no wonder wherefore little Nell So bigge below the waste begins to swell For being hungry in the darke she stole A hastie Pudding and deuour'd it whole Epigram 10. AS through the Citie I did lately passe At a Carts tayle a Beadle whipt a lasse I slept vnto him and I ask'd the cause Quoth he I whipt her for she brake the Lawes In letting out her for most Roome for pelfe And for her pleasure backward lay her selfe Epigram 11. A Little woman did a bigge man wed And he was loath to lye with her in bed For feare to hurt her then she spyed a Mouse That play'd and leapt and skipt about the house O Husband would I had that Mouse quoth she Her skin would make a paire of gloues for me So wide quoth he I know t will neuer tretch Content your selfe qd she young things will reach Epigram 12. A Lustie wench as nimble as an Eele Would giue a Gallant leaue to kisse and feele His itching humour straight-way was in hope To toy to wanton dally busse and grope Hold Sir quoth she my word I will not faile For you shall feele my hand and kisse my Taâ—â— Epigram 13. On Mistresse Charitie IN very deed la and sinceritie There is much Charitie in Charitie She hath so kinde so free a liberall heart That euery man of her shall haue a part Epigram 14. TWo Sheepe in Law did lately long contend And Wolfe the Lawyer must the matter end Who with his fine fines and his firking fees Dâ—awes both their purâ—es to the very lâ—es The mony gone the strife of Law did cease They fooles fell out and beggers made the peace Epigram 15. MAd dapper Dicke doth very often shift And yet hee 's lowzâ—e through the want of â—â—â—â— Epigram 16. On Madam Temperance A Man that went to trauaâ—le swore to 's wife He would loue Temp'rance as he lou'd his life Indeed he lou'd a faire and beauteous Dame Although intemperate Temp'rance was her name On whom he spent his loue his lust his â—â—â—â—â— He might as well haue
rest being 26. persons were 〈…〉 ely â—â—headed Those that were blowne vp in the Ship droue a shore and were burled at Gombroone beâ—â—â—â— in number 42. there were also nine men a â—â—â— about the Companies â—â—â—â—â—â—â— and one that Rusrero sent with a Letter makes 10. whom God grant neuer worse fortune Thus was this good ship and men vnfortunatly and lamentably lost yet as much courage and manly resolution as possibly could bee was performed by the English not can it bee imagined how more industry or â—uer valour could haue beene shewed on the other side the cruell and bloud-thirsty enemy gained nothing but knocks losse of liues and limbes hauing his Frigots suncke and torne in peeces his maine purchase being dishonour and infamy for after all our men had sought so long and so manfully being besieged round with death as the Sea to swallow them the fire to consume them or the Portugals swords to cut their throats not being possible to escape one of these wayes of emenent canger that then in that extremity 27. men escaping into the Sea were all aliue taken vp by the Enemy whom had he then kild in he â—â—e of bloud when warre rage death and sury were vp it had beene then but the effect and fortune oâ— warre but to giue them harbour all night and the next day in cold bloud to cause them to be beheaded it was one of the ignoblest inhumaine and barburous parts of murther that could be committed But Rusrero being a Portugall or Spantard could doe no other or the honour of his Countrey but shew his bloudy nature especially to our Nation a Barbarian a Turke or a Iew should haue found more kindâ—â—â—â— for indeed they all are of one disposition And I am sure no Record or Chronicle can shew no Histoâ—y can report no tradition can declare nor any memory can reâ—â—â— that euer an Englishmen or almost other Nation except the Spaniard did murther so many defirmed naked men hauing had them all a whole night in their custody A farewell and hearty well-wishing to the noble attempts of our English Sea and Land forcas with their Allies and Consederates YOu sons of Mars that furrow Neptunes brow And o're the dang'rous Deep vndanted plow You who esteeme your Countries honor more Than life or pelse which Peasants doe adore Your noble Ancestours whose memories Are borne by Fame as farre as Tâ—â— Rise And vniuersally diuulg'd from thence The Circle of the worlds circumference Let their example be a spurre to you That you their worthy vertues may pursue They were but men and you are each so much They were victorious may you each be such They had good courage guided with good skill Which skill and Courage Fortune Grace and Will I doe implore th' Almighty to bestow On you in generall All both high and low Time doth record our Britaines matchlesse force By Sea and Land with valiant foot or horse Hath made France tremble and proud to quake And great Ierusalems foundation shake And as true valour did inspire their brests So Victory and Conquest crown'd their Crests O may your good intendments fall out â—ight The God of Battels still your Battels sight That as your Fathers were so you maybe Rare Patternes vnto your posteritre That all our Foes with terrour now may know They haue beene beaten and they must be so True Honour Fame and Victory attend you And high â—â—â— in your cause defend you That Immortality your fames may Crowne And GOD may haue the Glorie and Renowne IOHN TAYLOR FINIS TAYLORS PASTORALL BEING BOTH HISTORICALL AND SATYRICALL OR The noble Antiquitie of Shepheards with the profitable vse of Sheepe With a small touch of a scabbed Sheepe and a Câ—ueat against that Infection DEDICATED TO THE RIGHT WORSHIP FVLL I Vdicious and truly Generous my well approued good friend Mr. THOMAS DOVE Archdeacon of Northampton the accomplishment of his worthy desires Temporall and Eternall RIGHT WOR SIR BOokes without Patrons are like Babes without Parents for except the one be pleasing and plausible to humour the various dispositions of men and the other left with warme portions or legacies in the tuition of faithfull Executors or Guardians both Bookes and Babes are happie if they die in their birth that the first minute of their miserie may bee the first moment of their felicities these Considerations haue humbly emboldened me to lay this poore Infant of my laborious Braine at the doore or gate of your patronage and protection not doubting but your innated charity good disposition and vnfaigned affectation of all laudable endeauours will giue it both free and hospitable entertainment The function I treate of being venerable and honourable as of Shepheards the profit commendable lawfull necessarie ample and vniversall as of Sheepe The writing or methood of it historicall mysticall tropicall typicall literall and Satyricall which hath encouraged mee to dedicate my poore Shepheardly inuention and their harmelesse flockes to your Worships good acceptance whose reuerend function is truely Pastorall acknowledging that my many imperfections in writing and vnworthines in handling so worthy a subiect hath made me doubtfull to vse the protection of your Name yet on the other side considering your good inclination and mine owne humble innocencie both my selfe and my best indeauours I here consecrate to be employed euer in your Worships seruice Hee whose meaning writing and speaking are one IOHN TAYLOR All those that will not reade this plaine Epistle Lay downe the Booke on Gods name and goe whistle HOnest mens Sonnes if I giue you a wrong name I aske your Fathers pardon although euery one that eates Mutton may truely bee suspected for sheepe-biter yet I hope my Sheepe shall finde no such dogged dealing amongst you There are indeed three sorts of Creatures two of which are so much repugnant to a Sheepe that I thinke there will neuer be an union betwixt them which are a wolfe and a Dog the third is a Goate which although they may graze or pasture one with another as Christians and Infidels are wouen together in the linsey woolsey web of the World yet I did neuer know any kind of familiaritie betweene them And be thou in nature a Wolfe a Dog or a Goate that readst this I passe not but I rather pittie thy accursed inclination then stand in any feare of thy Butting or Byting she honest minded Reader shall finde my subiect or Theame both landable and Honourable and those who hold the name of Shepheard in contempt or derision may herre find truly proued that the whole World doth not now containe nor euer will retaine any men who for Goodnesse Honour true Worth Worthinesse and respect that can or dare make comparison with the Shepheards of former Agos And though VIRGIL OVID MANTVAN and many of our learned English and Scottish Poets haue made their inuentions trauell vp the top of the forked Mountaine of Parnassus yet I would haue the Reader know that if they each of them had
for it is walled and ditched about with a draw-bridge and the prisoner came on foote with a Diuine with him all the way exhorting him to repentance and because death should not terrifie him they had giuen him many rowses and carowses of wine and beere for it is the custome there to make such poore wretches drunke wherby they may be sencelesse eyther of Gods mercy or their owne misery but being prayed for by others they themselues may die resolutely or to be feared desperately But the prisoner being come to the place of death he was by the officers deliuered to the hangman who entring his strangling fortification with two grand hangmen more and their â— which were come from the City of Luâ—â— and another Towne which I cannot name to assist their Hamburghian brother in this great â—â— weightie worke the draw-bridge was drawne â—d the Prisoner mounted on a mount of â—â— built high on purpose that the people without may see the execution a quarter of a mile round about foure of the Hangmans men takes each of them a small halter and by the hands and the feet they hold the Prisoners extended all abroad lying on his backe then the Arch-hangman or the great Master of this mighty businesse tooke vp a wheele much about the bignesse of one of the fore-wheeles of a Coach â—â— hauing put off his doubler his hat and being in his shirt as if he meant to play at tennis he tooke the wheele and set it on the edge and â—â— it with one hand like a top or a whirligig then he tooke it by the spoakes and lifting it vp with a mightie stroake he beate one of the poore wretches leggs in peeces the bones I meane at which he rored grieuously then after a little pawse he breakes the other leg in the same manner and consequently breakes his armes and then he stroke foure or fiue maine blowes on his brest and burst all his bulke and cheâ—â— in shiuers lastly he smoate his necke and missing burst his chin and iawes to mammockes then he tooke the broken mangled corps and spread it on the wheele and thrust a great post or pile into the Naue or hole of the wheele and then fixed the post into the earth some sixe foot deepe beeing in height aboue the ground some ten or twelue foote and there the carkasse must lye till it bee consumed by all consuming time or rauening Fowles This was the terrible manner of this horrid execution and at this place are twenty posts with those wheeles or peeces of wheeles with heads of men nailed on the top of the posts with a great spike driuen through the skull The seuerall kinds of torments which they inflict vpon offenders in those parts makes mee to imagine our English hanging to be but a flea-biting Moreouer if any man in those parts are to be beheaded the fashion is that the Pâ—soner kneels downe and being blinded with a Napkin one takes hold of the haire of the crowne of the head holding the party vpright whilst the hangman with a backeward blow with a sword will take the head from a mans shoulders so nimbly and with such dextertie that the owner of the head shall neuer want the misse of it And if it be any maâ—s fortune to be hanged for neuer so small a crime though he bee mounted whole yet hee shall come downe in peeces for hee shall hang till euery ioynt and Limbe drop one from another They haue strange torments and varieties of deaths according to the various nature of the offences that are committed as for example hee that counterfeits any Princes coyne and is prooued a Coyner his iudgement is to be boyled to death in oyle not throwne into the vessell all at once but with a pulley or a Rope to bee hanged vnder the Arme pits and let downe into the oile by degrees first the feete and next the legs and so to boyle his flesh from his bones aliue For those that set houses on fire wilfully they are smoaked to death as first there is a pile or post fixed in the ground and within an English Ell of it is a peece of wood nailed crosse whereupon the offender is made fast fitting then ouer the top of the post is whelmed a great tub or Dryfat which doth couer or ouerwhelme the Prisone as low as the middle Then vnderneath the executioner hath wet straw hay stubble or such kind of stuffe which is fired but by reason it is wet and danke it doth not burne but molder and smoake which smoake ascends vp into the tub where the Prisoners head is and not being able to speake he will heaue vp and downe with his belly and people may perceiue him in these torments to liue three or foure houres Adultery there if it bee prooued is punished with death as the losse of both the parties heads if they bee both married or if not both yet the married party must dye for iâ— and the other must endure some easier punishment eyther by the purse or carkasse which in the end proues little better then halfe a hanging But as after a tempest a calme is best welcome so I imagine it not amisse after all this tragicall harsh discourse to sweeten the Readers pallat with a few Comicall reports which were related vnto me wherein I seeme fabulous it must be remembered that I claime the priuiledge of a traueller who hath authority to report all that he heares and sees and more too I was informed of a fellow that was hanged somwhat neere the high way within a mile or two of Collcin and the fashion being to hang with a halter and a chaine that when the haulter is rotten with the weather the carkafse drops a butten hole lower into the chaine Now it fortuned that this fellow was executed on a winters afternoone towards night and being hanged the chaine was shorter then the halter by reason whereof he was not strangled but by the gamming of the chaine which could not slip close to his necke he hanged in great torments vnder the Iawes it happened that as soone as hee was trust vp there fell a great storme of raine and winde whereupon all the people ran away from the Gallowes to shelter themselues But night being come and the moone shining bright it chanced that a Country Boore or a waggoner and his Sonne with him were driuing their empty waggon by the place where the fellow was hanged who being not choaked in the extremity of his paines did stirre his legges and writhe and crumple his body which the waggoners Sonne perceiued and said Father looke the man vpon the Gallowes doth mooue quoth the old man he moues indeed I pray the let vs make hast and put the Waggon vnder the Gibbet to see if we can vnhang and saue him This being said was quickely done and the wretch halfe dead was laid in straw in the Boores waggon and carried home where with good attendance he was in foure
yeares till you are gone And being gone you 'l wealth and honour win Whilst ryot here at home addes sin to sin You God assisting may doe mighty things Make Kings of Captiues and of Captiues Kings Riches and loue those that suruiue shall gaine And Fame and Heauen the Portion of the slaine The wounds and scars more beautifull will make Those that doe weare them for true honours sake Since God then in his loue did preordaine That you should be his Champions to maintaine His quarrell and his causeâ— a fig for foes God being with you how can man oppose Some may obiect Your enemies are store If so your fame and victori'es the more Men doe win honour when they cope with men The Eagle will not tryumph o're a Wren The Lyon with the Mouse will not contend Nor men 'Gainst boyes and women wars will bend But clouds of dust and smoake and bloud and sweat Are the maine meanes that will true honour get Thus to Fames altitude must men aspire By noble actions won through sword and fire By trumpets Clangor drums guns flute of fife For as there is an end to euery life And man well knowes that one day he must end it Let him keep 't well defend and brauely spend it O griefe to see how many stout men lye Halfe rotten in their beds before they dye Some by soule surfets some by odious whoring In misery lye stinking and deploring And e're a lingring death their sad life ends They are most tedious loathsome to their friends Wasting in Physicke which addes woe to griefe That which should yeeld their families reliefe At last when wished death their cares doe cure Their names like to their bodies lye obscure Whereas the Souldier with a Christian brest Wars for his Soueraigues peace and Countries rest He to his Makers will his will inclines And ne're gainst Heauen impatiently repines He to his Sauiour sayes that thou art mine And being thou redeem'st me I am thine That if I liue or dye or dye or liue Blest be thy name whether thou take or giue This resolution pierces heauens high roofe And armes a Souldier more then Cannon proofe Suppose his life ends by some noble wounds His Soule to Heauen from whence it came rebâ—unds Suppose blowne vp with powder vp he flyes Fire his impurity repurifies Suppose a shot pierce through his breast or head He nobly liu'd and nobly he is dead He lyes not bedred stinking nor doth raue Blaspheming against him that should him saue Nor he in Physicke doth consume and spend That which himselfe and others should defend He doth not languish drawing loathsome breath But dyes before his friends doe wish his death And though his earthly part to earth doth passe His fame outweares a Monument of brasse Most worthy Country-men couragious hearts Now is the time now act braue manly parts Remember you are Sonnes vnto such Sires Whose sacred memories the world admires Make your names fearefull to your foes againe Like Talbot to the French or Drake to Spaine Thinke on braue valiant Essex and Mountiâ—y And Sidney that did Englands foes destroy With noble Norris Williams and the Veeres The Grayes the Willing â—biâ—s all peerelesse Peeres And when you thinke what glory they haue won Some worthy actions by you will be done 34. Battels fought in France by Englishmen since the Conquest Henry the sixth Remember Poiâ—tiers Cressy Agincourt With Bullein Turwin Turnyes warlike sport And more our honours higher to aduance Our King of England was crown'd King of France In Paris thus all France we did prouoake T' obey and serue vnder the English yoake In Ireland 18. bloudy fields we fought And that fierce Nation to subiection brought Besides Tyroues rebellion which foule strife Cost England many a pound lost many a life And before we were Scotlands or it ours How often haue we with opposed powers In most vnneighboutly vnfriendly manners With hostile armes displaying bloudy banners With various victories on eyther side Now vp now downe our fortunes haue beene tride What one fight wins the other loosing yeelds In more then sixescore bloudie foughten fields But since that we and they and they and we More neere then brethren now conioyned be Those scattering powers we each gainst other lead Being one knit body to one royall head Then let this Iland East West South and North Ioyntly in these braue warres emblaze out worth And as there was a strife that once befell Twixt men of Iuda and of Israel Contending which should loue King Dauid best And who in him had greatest interest Long may contention onely then be thus Twixt vsand Scotland and twixt them and vs Stil friendly striuing which of vs can be Most true and loyall to his Maiesty This is a strife will please the God of peace And this contending will our loues encrease You hardy Scots remember royall Bruce And what stout Wallace valour did produce The glorious name of Stewards Hamiltons The Erâ—â—kine Mâ—rayes ndâ— he Leuingstons The noble Ramseyes and th' illustrious Hayes The valiant Dowglasses the Grimes and Grayes Great Sir Iames Dowglas a most valiant Knight Lead seauenty battels with victorious fight Not by Lieutenants or by deputation But he in person wan his reputation The Turkes and Sarazens he ouercame Where ending life he purchast end lesse fame And his true noble worth is well deriu'd To worthies of that name that since suruiu'd The praise of Sir Iames Dowglas in the Raigne of King Robert Bruce 1330. In 13. maine battel she ouercame Gods enemies and as last was slaine Then since both Nations did and doe abound With men approu'd and through all lands renown'd Through Europs and through Asia further farre Then is our blest Redeemers Sepulchre Through all the Coasts of tawny Affrica And through the bounds of rich America And as the world our worths acknowledge must Let not our valour sleeping lye and rust â—â— to immortalize our Britaines name Let it from imbers burst into a flame We haue that Land and shape our Elders had Their courages were good can ours be bad Their deeds did manifest their worthy mindes Then how can we degenerate from kindes â—â— former times we were so giuen to warre Witnesse the broyles 'twixt Yorke and Lancaster Hauing no place to sorreigne Foes to goe Amongst our selues we made our selues a Foe Fall threescore yeares with fierce vnkind alarmes Were practis'd fierce vnciuill ciuill armes Whilst fourescore Peeres of the bloud royall dyde With hundred thousands Comâ—oners beside Thus Englishmen to wars did beare good will They would be doing although doing ill And Scotlands Hystorie auoucheth cleare Of many ciuill warres and turmoyles there Rebellion discord rapine and foule spoyle Hath pierc'd the bowels of their Natiue soyle Themselues against themselues Peeres against Peers And kin with kin together by the cares The friend gainst friend each other hath withstood Vnfriendly friends weltering in their bloud Thus we with them and they with vs contending And we our selues
and they themselues thus rending Doth shew what all of vs hath euer bin Addicted vnto martiall discipline Sâ—â—â—â— can report and Portingale can tell Denmarke and Norway both can witnesse well Sweden and Poland truely can declare Our Seruice there and almost euery where And * The Low Countries Holland Zealand c Belgia but for the English and the Scots Perpetuall slauery had beene their lots Vnder the great commanding power of Spaine By th' Prince of Parâ—a's and the Archdukes traine Farre for my witnesses I need looke 'T is writ in many a hundred liuing booke And Newports famous battell brauely tels The English and the Scots in fight excels Yea all or most Townes in those seuenâ—â—â—â— Lands Haue felt the force or friendship of their hands Ostend whose siege all other did surpasse That will be is or I thinke euer was In three yeares three moneths Scots Englishmen Did more then Troy accomplished in ren Ostend endur'd which ne're will be forget Aboue seuen hundred thousand Canon shot And as if Hell against it did conspire They did abide death dearth and sword and fire There danger was with resolution mixt And honour with true valour firmely fixt Were death more horrid then a Gorgons head In his worst shapes they met him free from dread There many a Britaine dy'de and yet they liue In fame which fame to vs doth courage giue At last when to an end the siege was come The gainers of it cast their loosing samme And the vneuen reckoning thus did runne The winners had most losse the loosers wonne For in this siege vpon the Archdukes side Seauen Masters of the Campe all wounded dyde And fifteene Colonels in that warre deceast And Serieant Majors twenty nine at least Captaines fiue hundred sixty fiue were slaine Leiutenants whilst this Leaguer did remaine One thousand and one hundred and sixteene Dyed and are now as they had neuer beene Ensignes three hundred twenty two all euen And nineteene hundred Serieants and eleuen Corp'rals and Lantzprizâ— does death did mixe In number seauenteene hundred sixty sixe Of Souldiers Mariners women children all More then seauen times ten thousand there did fall Thus Ostend was at deare rates wonne and lost Besides these liues with many millions cost And when 't was won 't was won but on conditions On honourable tearmes and compositions The winners wan a ruin'd heape of stones A demy Gâ—lgotha of dead mens bones Thus the braue Britaines that the same did leaue Left nothing in it worthy to receiue And thus from time to time from age to age To these late dayes of our last Pilgrimage We haue beene men with martiall mindes inspir'd And for our meeds belou'd approu'd admit'd Men prize not Manhood at so low a rate To make it idle and effeminate And worthy Countrymen I hope and trust You 'l doe as much as your fore-fathers durst A faire aduantage now is offered here Whereby your wonted worths may well appeare And he that in this quarrell will not strike Let him expect neuer to haue the like He that spares both his person and his purse Must if euer he vse it vse it worse And you that for that purpose goe from hence To serne that mighty Princesse and that Prince Ten thousand thousand prayers shall euery day Implore th' Almighty to direct your way Goe on goe on braue Souldiers neuer cease Till noble Warre produce a noble Peace A briefe Description of BOHEMIA THE Kingdome of Bohemia is well peopled with many braue Horse-men and Foot-men Rich fruitfull and plentifully stored by the Almighties bounty with all the treasures of Nature fit for the vse and commoditie of Man It hath in it of Castles and walled Townes to the number of 780. and 32000. Villages by a Graunt from the Emperour CHARLES the Fourth it was freed for euer of the payments of all Contributions to the Empire whatsoeuer Morauia Silesia and Lusatia are as large as Bohemia well replenished with stout Horse-men and Foot-men FINIS Honour Conceal'd Strangely Reveal'd OR The worthy Praise of the Vnknowne Merits of the Renowmed Archibald Armestrong who for his vnexpected Peace-making in France betwixt the King and the Rochellers hath this Poem Dedicated as a Trophee to his matchlesse Vertuesâ— This being done in the yeare of our Lord 1623. Written by him whose Name Annagramatiz'd is LOYOL IN HART 'T is not the Warres of late I write vpon In France at the Iles of Rhea or Olleron These things were written in K. IAMES his Raigne Then Read it not with a mistaking Braine Dedicated to the Reader or Vnderstander or both or either or neither WHat you are you partly know and how you will like my lines I partly know not A better mans pen might haue vndertaken this taske for the Subiect for worth is net inferiour to Aiax of whom the learned Sir Iohn Harington wrote a well approued Volume the smallest baires haue their shadowes and the least shadow its substance and though vertue belong Eclipsed by the corrupted Cleudes of Enny yet at the last the Sunbeames of noble mâ—â—t wâ—llâ—reake through those Contagious Vaepours expelling the obscure caertaines of Malignity to the Eternizing of the owners fume and the unrecalled Obloquy of hatefull and malicious opposition And in this Iron age where men hoard vp their goodnesse as they doe their money Wherein it is to be condoled to the tune of Lachrime to see how much Vice is expressed Pouerty depressed Innocency oppressed Vanitie impressed Charitie suppressed the Muses made Bawdes and Parasites to hide and slatter the wilfulnesse and folly of Greatnesse whilst honour of a mens owne winning spinning and weauing cannot be allowed him for his owne wearing This made me to stirre my sterrill iâ—â—â—ention from the Leathean Den of obliuions Cimcrianisme and take this neglected subiect in hand which else is to be seared had beene irrecouerably swallowed in the precipitated bottomlesse Abisse of sable Mourning melancholy Taciturnity and Forgetfulnesse Herein may the Reader without much wearying his eye-sight see Werth emblazed Desert praised Valour aduanced â—â— it described Art commended and all this Paradoxically apply'd to the person and successefull Industry of the ouermuch and worthy to be praised Archiball Armestrong the Camplementall Comma of Courtly Contentment Whose Admirable Fortunte Fate Lucke Hap Chance Destiny or what you please to tearme it was to appease the furious Warres in France and make a wonderfull Accord or Peace betwixt the King and his Subiects whereby it may be obserued how Rochell was conserued the Kings Honour reserued act France preserued and what Archy deserued IOHN TAYLOR THE PEACE OF FRANCE With the Praise of ARCHY VLisses was a happy man of men In that his acts were writ with Homers pen And Virgil writ the Actions the Glory Of bold and braue AEneas wand'ring story Great Alexander had the like successe Whose life wise Quintus Curtius did expresse And worthy Archy so it fares with thee To haue thy name and same emblaz'd by
associates assaults this Castle of Enuy where after halfe an houres fight or thereabouts by the inuincible prowesse of the assaiâ—ants the Hell borne defendants were vanquished their Castle vtterly razed demolished and subuerted with Rackets breakers blowes and reports innumerable IOHN TINDALL The description of such part of the Fire workes as were deuised and accomplished by Master William Fishenden Gunner and Seruant to his Maiestie Apiramides or loftie platforme in the forme of a Triangled spire with a Globe fixed on the top therof the whole work turning burning the space almost of halfe an houre or neere thereabouts from whence proceeded many Rackets firea blowes and reports in great numbers to the great delight and contentment of the King the Queene the Prince the Princesse Elizabeth the Prince Palatine and diuers others the Nobility the Gentry and Commons of this Kingdom FINIS EPITHALAMIES OR Encomiasticke Triumphall Verses Consecrated to the Immortall memory of the royall Nuptials of the two Parragons of Christendome FREDERICKE and ELIZABETH HEe * God that vpon the Poles hath hing'd the skyes Who made the Spheares the Orbs and Planets seuen Whose justice dams whose mercy justifies What was is shall be in earth Hell or Heauen Whom men and Angels lauds and magnifies According as his Lawes command hath giuen The poore the Rich the Begger and the King In seuerall Anthems his great praises sing Then as the meanest doe their voices stretch To lawd the sempiternall Lord of Lords So I a lame Decrepit-witted wretch With such poore Phrases as my skill a floords From out the Circuit of my braine did fetch Such weake inuention as my wit records To write the tryumphs of this famous I le On which both Heauen earth with ioy doth smile My Genius therefore my inuention moues TO sing of Britaines great Olympick Games Of mirth of Heau'n and earths beloued loues Of Princely sports that noble mindes enflames To doe the vtmost of their best behoues To fill the world with their atchieued Fames T' attaine Eternities all-passing bounds Which neither Fate nor Death nor Time confounds Guns Drums and Trumpets Fire-workes Bonfires Bels. With acclamations and applausefull noyse Tilts Turneyes Barriers all in mirth excels The ayre reuerberates our earthly ioyes This great Tryumphing Prophet-like fore-tels I hope how * The Lake or Gulph of forgetfulnes of the which I hope our griefes haue sufficiently carowled Leathes Lake all griefe destroyes For now blacke sorrow from our Land is chac'd And ioy and mirth each other haue embrac'd How much Ichouah hath this Iland blest The thoughts of man can neuer well conceaue How much we lately were with woes oprest For him * Prince Henry whom Death did late of life bereaue And in the midst of griefe and sad vnrest To mirthfull sport * God freely giu'es vs leaue And when we all were drench'd in blacke dispaire Ioy conquered greife and comfort vanquish'd care Thou high and mighty 〈…〉 â—â—â— Count Pallatine and pal 〈…〉 of the â—â—â—â—â— Bauares great Duke whom God on high doth life To be the tenth vnto the Worthies nine Be euer blest with thy beloued * The Princesse Elizabeth Guilt Whom God and best of men makes onely thine Let annually the day be giuen to mirth Wherein the Nuptials gaue our loy loyes new birth Right gracious Princesse great Elizabeth In whose Heroicke pure white Iuory breast True vertue liues and liuing flourisheth And as their Mansion hath the same possest Belou'd of God aboue and men beneath In whom the Goddesses and graces rest By vertues power Ichonah thee hath giuen Each place doth seeme where thou remain'st a heauen The Royall bloud of Emperours and Kings Of Potent Conquerours and Famous Knights Successiuely from these two Princes springs Who well may claime these titles as their rights The Patrons Christendome to vnion brings Whose vnity remoted Lands vnites And well in time I hope this sacred worke Will hunt from Christian Lands the faithlesse Turke By this happy marriage great Britaine France Denmarke Germany the most part of Christendonâ—e are vnited eyther in affinity or consanguinity Since first the framing of the worlds vast Roome A fitter better match was not combinde So old in wisdome young in beauties bloome And both so good and graciously inclinde And from this day vntill the day of doome I doubt succeeding ages shall not finde Such wisdome beauty grace compact together As is innate in them in both in eyther None but the Diuell and his infernall crue At this beloued heau'nly match repines None but such fiends which hell on earth doth spue Which wish Eclips of their illustrious shines The Gods themselues with rare inuentions new With inspiration mans deuice refines And with their presence vndertakes these taskes Deuises motions Reuels playes and Maskes That which God loues most the Diuell hates most and I am sure that none but the blacke crew are offended with these Royal Nuptials The thund'rers * Iune Bride hath â—efe her heauenly bed And with her presence this great wedding graces Himâ—â— in Saffron Robes inuelloped Ioynas and accords these Louers lou'd embraces Yea all the Gods downe to the Earth are fied And mongst our ioyes their pleasures enterlaces Immortals joynes with mortals in their mirth And makes the Court their Paradice on earth Maiestick Ioue hath left his spangled Throane To dance Leuoltoes at this Bridall feast Infusieg Iouiall glee in euery one The high the low the greatest and the least Sad mindes to sable melancholy prone Great loue their vitall parts hath so possest That all are wrapt in sportfull extasies With showes and Glamors ecchoing in the skyes Where the Planeâ— Iupiter hath sole predominance there is all Royall mirth and jouâ—all alacrity a Sol. Apollo from the two topt b Pernassus Muses Hill Eight of the c The Muses Sisters nine hath brought from thence Leauing d A tragicall mourneful Muse who hath beene here already but I hope now she is lame of the Gout that she wil keepe home for euer Meâ—pomence alone there still To muse on sad and tragicall euents The rest all stretching their all matchlesse skill To serue this Royall Princesse and this Princes Thus Sol descended from his Radient shrine Brings Poesie and Musicke downe diuine The wrathfull God of e Mars War in burnish'd Armes Layes by his angry all confounding mood And in the Lifts strikes vp sweet Loues Alarmes Where friendly warres drawes no vnfriendly bloud Where honours fire the noble spirit warmes To vndertake such actions as are good Thus mighty Mars these tryumphs doth encrease At Tilt. With peacefull warre and sweet contentions peace The Queene of f Venus Loue these Royall sports attend And at this Banquet deignes to be a guest Her whole endeauours she doth wholly bend She may in Loues delights outstrip the best For whosoe're doth Hymens Lawos preâ—end If Venus be but absent from the feast They may perhaps be merry in some
sort But 't is but painted mirth and ayrie sport All worth nothing Bright Maias Soâ—e the God of tricks and sleights â—â—â—â— Hath op'd the treasure of his subtill wit mercury And as a Seruant on this Wedding waits With Masques with Reuals and with tryumphs fit His rare inuentions and his quaint conceits Twixt Heauen alost and Hel insernall pit He in imaginary showes affords In shape forme method and applausefull words Old sullen i A dogged melancholy Planet a maleuolent opposite to all mirth Saturne hid his moody head In dusky shades of blacke Cimerian night And wauering k The Mooâ—â—â— who doth neuer continue at a stay and therefore sheâ—â—â— herselfe from those delights which I hope will bee peâ—â—â— Luna closely couch'd to bed Her various change she knew would not delight The loyall mindes where constancie is bred Where Protens thoughts are put to shamefull flight These two l â—â—â— Luna or indeed the nights were darke at the Wedding because the moone sâ—ined not by Ioues command were straightly bound To stay at home as better lost then found Cupid descended from the Chrystall skyes And leaues befind his golden feathered darts In steed of whom he makes faire Ladies eyes The piercing weapons of true loning hearts And he amongst these high Solemnities His awfull presence freely he imparts To all in generall with mirthfull cheere All sport 's the better if loues God be there The off spring of the high celestiall Ioue His braine bred m Minerua whom the Poets saine to be the Goddesses Wisedome Borne and bred in the braine of Iupiter Daughter and his thigh borne Sonne n Bacchus whom his Father loue saued from Aborâ—iue buth from his mother Seâ—d and sowed him vp in his Thigh till the time of his birth was come to a period Gaiâ— Lib. 3 One with aduice of wisdome she wed her loue And t'other bounteously made plenty runne Where wine in streames gainst one another strone Where many a Caske was baâ—ckrout an vndone Depriu'd the treasure of the fruitfully vinese By Bacchus bounty that great God of Wine s Thus Ioue and Iuno Jmps of aged Ops With wise Minerua Mars and Mercury Resplendent Sol with musicks straines and ileps Faire Venus Queene of Loues alacrity Loues God with shafts betipe with golden tops And Bacchus showring sweet humidity Gods Goddesses the Graces and the Muses To grace these tryumphs all their cunnings vses Amongst the rest was all recording Fame Inscalping noble deeds in brazen lâ—aues That meagre Enuy cannot wrong that name Where braue Heroick acts the minde vpheaues Fâ—mes goldeÌ„ trump will through the world proclame Whom Fortune Fare nor Death nor time bereaues Thus like a Scribe Fame waited to Record The Neptialls of this Ludy and this Lord All making marring time that turneth neuer To these proceedings still hath beene auspicious And in his Progresse will I hope perseuer To make their dayes and houres ro be delicious Thus Fame and time affoords their best indeauour Vnto this royall match to be propitious Time in all pleasure through their liues will passe Whilst Fame records their Fames inleaues of Brasse Times Progresse Yon Sonnes of Iudas and Achitophei Whose damn'd delights are treasons bloud death Th' almighties power your haughty prides will quell And unlike your vassals vessels of his wrath Let all that wish these Princes worse then well Be iudg'd and doom'd to euerlasting Scath For 't is apparent and experience prooues No hare preuailes where great Ichouah loues To whose Omnipotent Eternall power I doe commit this blest beloued paire Oh let thy graces daily on them showre Let each of them be thine adopted Heire a Raise them at last to thy Celestiall Bowre And feate them both in lasting glories Chaire In fine their earthly dayes be long and blest And after bettred in eternall rest A Sonnet to the Imperious Maiestick mirrour of King Iames great Britaines Monarch GReat Phoebus spreads his Rayes on good ill Dame Tellus feeds the Lyon and the Rat The smallest Sayles God AEols breath doth fill And Ttetic Harbots both the Whale and Sprat But as the Sunne doth quicken dying Plants So thy illustrious shine doth glad all hearts And as the Earth supplyes our needfull wants So doth thy bounty guerdon good desarts And like the aytie AEols pleasant gales Thou filst with Ioy the Sailes of rich and pore And as the Sea doth harbour Sprats and Whales So thou to high and low yeelds harbour flore Thus Sea Ayre Earth and Titans fiery face Are Elementall Seruants to thy Grace To Life SInce that on earth thou wondrous wandring gest Arithmeticians neuer number can The seuerall Lodgings thouhast tane in man In Fish in Fowle in tame or bruitish beast Since all by thee from greatest to the least Are squar'd and well compar'd vnto a span Oh fleeting Life take this â—â—y counsell than Hold long possession in thy royall breast Dwell euer with the King the Queene the Prince The gracious Princesse and her Princely Spouse In each of these thou hast a lasting house Which Fate nor Death nor Time cannot conuince And when to change thy Lodging thou art driuen Thy selfe and they exalted by to Heauen To Death To thee whose auaritious greedy mood Doth play a sweepe stake with all liuing things And like a Hors-leech Quaffes the seuerall blood Of subiects Abiects Emperours and Kings That high and low and all must feele thy stings The Lord the Lowne the Caitiffe and the Keasar A beggers death as much contentment brings To thee as did the fall of Iulius Caesar. Then since the good and bad are all as one And Larkes to thee no better are then Kites Take then the bad and let the good alone Feed on base wretches leaue the worthy wights With thee the wicked euermore will stay But from thee Fame will take the good away To Eternity THou that beyond all things dost goes as farre That no Cosmographers could e're suruay Whose glory brighter then great Phebus Carre Doth shine where night doth ne're eclipse the day To thee I consecrate these Princes acts In thee alone let all their beings be Let all the measures of their famous tracts In the begin but neuer end like thee And when thy Seruant Time giues Life to Death And Death surrenders all their liues to Fame Oh then inspire them with celestiall breath With Saints and Martyrs to applaud thy name Thus vnto thee as thine owne proper rights Iconsecrate these matchles worthy wights Iohn Taylor FINIS TAYLORS FAREVVELL TO THE TOWER BOTTLES THE ARGVMENT ABout three hundred and twenty yeares since or thereabout I thinke in the Raigne of King Richard the Second there was a guift giuen to the Tower or to the Lieutenants thereof for the time then and for euer beeing which guift was two blacke Leather Bottles or Bombards of Wine from euery Ship that brought Wine into the Riuer of Thames the which hath so continued vntill this day but the Merchants finding
learned langâ—ages adorn'd admir'd Saint Peter preaching tels the people plaine How they the liuing Lord of life had slaine Some slout and mocke remaining stubborne hearted And many Soules peruerted are conuerted The Church increases daily numbers comes And to the Gospels furth'ring giue great Summes Acts. False Ananias and his faithlesse wife In dreadfull manner lost their wretched life The enuious people stone the Martye Steuen He praying for his foes leaues earth for Heauen The Churches Arch foe persecuting Saul Is made a conuert and a preaching Paul He 's clapt in Prison manacled nad fetter'd And through his troubles still his zeale is better'd Th Apostle Iames by Herod's put to death And Herod eat with Lice loft hatefull breath Th' increasing Church amongst the Gentiles spreds By Nâ—re Paul and Peter lost their heads Romanes Th' Apostle Paul from Corinth writes to Rome To strength their faith and tell them Christ is come He shewes how high and low both Iew and Greeke Are one with God who faithfully him seeke He tels how sinne in mortall bodies luâ—kes How we are sau'd by faith and not by workes In louing tearmes the people he doth moue To Faith to Hope to Charity and Loue. 1. Corinthâ— Paul to Corinthus from Philippy sends Their Zeale and Faith he louingly commends He tels them if Gods Seruice they regard Th' eternall Crowne of life is their reward 2. Corinths In this Saint Paul sends the Corinthians word Afflictions are the blessings of the Lord. He doth desire their Faith may still increase He wishes their prosperity and peace Galathians He tels them that their whole Saluations cause Is all in Christ and not in Moses Lawes The Law 's a glasse where men their sinnes doe sec And that by Christ we onely saued be Ephesians Paul bids cast off the old man with his vice And put on Christ our blest redempcions price Philippians He bids them of false teachers to beware He tels them that Humilitie is rare And though they liue here in a vaile of strife Yet for them layd vp is the Crowne of life Colossians Th' Apostle doth reioyce and praiseth God That these Colossians in true Faith abode He praiseth them he bids them watch and pray That sin an Sathan worke not their decay 1. Thessalonians He thanketh God his labour 's not in vaine So stedfast in the faith these men remaine That they to others are ablelled light By their example how to liue vpright 2. Thessalonians Againe to them he louingly doth write He bids them pray the Gospell prosper might He wishes them prosperitie and wealth And in the end Soules euerlasting health 1. and 2. to Timothy Paul shewes to Timothy a By shop must In life and doctrine be sincâ—re and iust And how the Scriptures power haue to perswade Whereby the man of God is perfect made Titus To Titus 'mongst the Creetans Paul doth send And warnes him what â—allow or reprehend Philemon Paul earnestly the Master doth request To pardon his poore man that had transgrest Hebrewes Although this booke doth beare no Authors name It shewes the Iews how they thier liues should frame And that the Ceremoniall Law is ended In Christ in whom all grace is comprenended S. Iames. Heare speake and doe well the Apostle faith For by thy workes a man may see thy faith I. and 2. to Peter He counsels vs be sober watch and pray And still be ready for the Iudgement day 1 2 and 3. of Iohn He shewes Christ di'de and from the graue arose To saue his friends and to confound his foes S. Iude. Iude bids them in all Godlinesse proceed And of deceiuing teachers on take heed Reuelation Diuine S. Iohn to Pathmos I le exilde This heauenly worâ— t' instruct vs he compild He tels the godly God shall be their gaines He threats she godlesse with eternall paines He shewes how Antichrist should reigne and rage And how our Sauiour should his pride asswage How Christ in glory shall to Iudgement come And how all people must abide his doome A Prayer GOod God Almighty in compassion tender Preserue and keepe King Charles thy Faiths defender Thy Glory make his Honor still increase In Peace in Warres and in Eternall peace Amen THE BOOKE OF MARTYRS DEDICATED TO THE RIGHT HONOVRABLE WILLIAM EARLE OF PEMBROOKE c. MY Lord my weake Collection out hath tooke The summe and pith of the great Martyrs Booke For pardon and protection I intreat The Volume's little my presumption great IOHN TAYLOR I Sing their deaths who dying made death yeeld By Scriptures sword and faiths vnbattered shield Whom Sathan men or monsters could not tame Nor sorde them to deny their Sauiours name Euangelists that did the Gospell write Apostles and braue Martyrs that did fight Gainst death and hell and all the power of sin And boldly dâ—de eternall life to win Iohn Baptist by King Herod lost his head Who to the world repentance published Our blest Redeemer in his loue did follow And conquered death mans sinfull soule to hallow He was the death of death and he did quell The sting and power of Sathan sin and hell And vnder his great standard valiantly A number numberlesse haue darde to die Through bondage famine slauery sword and fire Through all deuised torments they aspire Victoriously to gaine th' immortall Crowne Of neuer-ending honour and renowne Saint Steuen was the third that lost his breath And for his Masters sake was ston'd to death And after him in Scripture may we reade The Apostle Iames was brain'd and butchered Saint Marke th Euangelist in fire did burne And Bartholmen was flead yet would not turne Saint Andrew like a valliant champion dide And willing on a croste was crucifide Matthias Philip Peter and Saint Paul Ston'd crucified beheaded Martyrs all Th' Apostles of their liues no reckoning make And thinke them well spent for their Sauiours sale The tyrant Emperours in number ten Most cruell barb'rous and inhumaine men More Christians by their bloudy meanes did sâ—â—y Then for a yeere fiue thousand to each day And many Romane Bishops in those dayes Were Martyrd to their high Creators praise And though each day so many thousands bleed Yet doubtly more and more they daily breed As Camomile growes better bâ—ing trod So death and tortures draw more vnto God Or as the vine that 's cut and prun'd beares more In one yeere then it did in three before This bloudy persecution did out-weare After Christs death the first three hundred yeere Thus did the primitiue first Church endure Being Catholike Apostolike and pure Then ouer all the world t was truely knowne That Romish Bishops claimed but their owne In their owne Diocesse to be chiefe Pastor And not to be the worlds great Lord and master And now our Britaine glory will I sing From Lucius reign the worlds first Christian King Vnto these dayes of happy peacefull state A Catalogue of Martyrs I le relate First Vrsula and eleuen thousand with her All Virgins for
Carists faith did dye together Then Hengist with the Saxons hither came Who many kild with sword and furious flame Besides eleuen hundred Monkes were kild At Bangor Abby all their blouds were spild And when the Saxons race to end was run The Dines came in and all the Kingdome won Before whose Swords did many thousands fall Which on the name of IESVS CHRIST did call Then William Conquerour with a multitude Vnto the Normanâ— voâ—ke this Land subdude The Pope then caus'd all Priests to leaue their wiues To leade soule Sodomiticke single liues Then afterward in second Hearies raigâ—e Was sawcy Sir Saint Thomas Becket slaine A Popish Saint and Martyr made because He dy'd a Traytor to his Soueraignes Lawes King Henry and King Richard dead and gone Their brother Iohn by right ascends the Tâ—â—rone Whom all his life the Pope of Rome did vexe And with oppressions all the Realme perplexe With Candle Booke and Bell he curst and blest And Bals and Legates did the King molest Vntill such time he on his knees fell downe And to the Pope surrendred vp his Crowne At last because he durst the Pope withstand He dyed imposned by a â—â—yers hand When thus by treason they had kild King Iohn Then the third Henrie Englands Crowne put on Then England bought the Râ—mesh doctrine deare It cost her threescore thousand markes a yeare For Agnus Deses Pardons Peter pance For which the Pope had all this coine from hence King Henry dyed then Edward tooke the sway His Sonne and Grandchild England did obay The first of them call'd Long-shanks conquests won Lost by Carnaruan his vnhappy Son Who by his Queene was in a Dungâ—on cast Till being murthered sadly breath'd his last Edward the third a braue victorious King Did Frenchmens pride into subiection bring Kickard the second next to raigne began Who lost more than his Royall Grandsire wan Then gan Iohn Wicklisse boldly to begin To preach gainst Antichrist that man of sin Who many troubles stoutly did abide Yet spight the Pope he naturally dy'de And being dead from out is graue was turn'd And had his Martyr'd bones to ashes burn'd Which ashes they did cast into a Brooke Because he had the Romish Faith for sooke Yet whilst the second Richard here suruiu'd No Martyrs were by fire of lite depriu'd Henry the fourth was in the Throne inuested In whose Reigne many were too much molested And Wiâ—â—â—â— Sautre first his life â—â—â—â—â—â— Through flames of fire who now in heauen doth liue The next Iohn Baâ—â—by in the fuâ—â—â—â— flame And William Tharpe both was immortail fame Then the fifth Henrie a victoriâ—â—â— Prince The Realme of France did â—â— quar and â—â—â— The good Lord Cebâ—â— then O â—â—â—â—â—â— By Popish Priests an Hereticke procâ—aim'd Washang'd and burn'd by the vnit â—tull doome Of Sathans Seruants sleues to Hell and Râ—â—e And leauing some vnnam'd Iohn ' Bâ—owneâ— quâ—re Iohn Beuâ—â—ly a Preacher dyed in â—â—â— B sid s a number from the Leâ—â—rds Towre Rackes tortures halters and the flame deuoure Ioba Huâ— a glorious Martyr of the Lord. Was in Eoheâ—â—â— burned or Gods word And renâ—rend Icrome did to Constance come From Pragae and stoutly suffered Martyrdome In Smith-sield one Iohn Claydon suffered death And with him Richard Turming lost his breath At this time sixeteâ—ne godly folkes in Kent The Antichristian vassals dâ—d torment Then death cut off the fifth King Henries Raigne The Crowne the sixth King Henrie did obrame And William Taylor a true zealous Priest Did passe through fire vnto his Sauiour Christ. Good Richard Houedon with him William White Each vnto God through fire did yeeld his sprite Dâ—ke Humphrey though no Martyr kil'd in 's bed And Richard Wych a Priest was burned dead Then Saint like good King Henry was depos'd By the fourth Edward in the tower inclos'd Then Edward flâ—d and Henry once againe By Warwickes power the Kingdome did obtaine Thds did the various slate of humane things Make Kings of Capriues and of Captiues Kings Vntill at last King Edward turning backe Brought Henries royalty to finall wracke In whose Raigne Iohn Goâ—se as the story saith Was the first Martyr burned for Christs faith King Henry in the Tower was ab'd to death And Edward yeelded vp his hie and breath His Sonne young Edward of that name the sift Whom the third Richard from his life did lift VVho by foule murthers â—loud and tyranny Vsurpt the Throne of Englands Monarchy Till valiant Henry of that name the seuen Kild him and made vncuâ—n England euen Then first Ioane Beughâ—on and a man call'd Babramâ— By faith through fire went to old Father Abram An Old man was in Smithfield burnt because He did resist against the Roman Lawes One Ierom hang'd and burned on the Gallowes In Florence with two otâ—er of his fâ—llowes And William Tiliesworth Thomas Bernard and Iames Morton cause they did the Pope withstand Burn'd all and Father Rogers and old Reine Did dye by fire a better life to gaine One Thomas Nouice and one Thomas Chase Dy'd constant Martyrs by the Heauenly Grace A woman and a man call'd Laurence Guest By Deah gain'd euerlasting life and rest Besides a number past mans reckoning vp For IESVS sake dranke of afflictions cup. Some carried faggots through a world of mocks Some rack'd some pinde some fettered in the stocks Some naked stript and scourged with a lash For their reiecting of their Romish trash Some branded in the cheeke did alwayes beare The marke and badge of their Redeemer deare Thus the insulting tyrannizing Pope With cursings tortures fire and sword and rope Did force the Soules and Consciences of men To run dispairing to damnations Den And those who valiantly his power withstood Did seale their resolution with their bloud Before his triple treble trouble Crowne In adoration Emperours must fall downe Were they as high as any Caesar borne To kisse his feet they must not hold it scorne Henry the sixth the Emperour did fall downe Whom with his Feet Pope Celestine did Crowne Henry the fourth his Empresse and his young Son All three to Rome did barefoot goe and run And three dayes so these three did all attend His holinesse a godlesse eare to lend Which afterward was granted on condition That he should giue his Crowne vp in submission Pandulphus the Popes Legate with a frowne Did make King Iohn of England yeeld his Crowne King Henry of that as me the second he Kneel'd downe and kist the Romish Legats knee The Emperour when Pope Adrian was to ride Did hold his stirrop on the neere wrong side For which his Holinesse in angry sort Disdainfully did checke the Emperour for 't When as the Pope doth ride in Cope of gold Kings like to foot-men must his bridle hold In pompe he must bee borne vpon mens shoulders With glorious shew amazing the beholders Whilst Kings and Princes must before him goe To vsher him in this vaine-glorious show This being true as no man can deny Those that will
not be blinde may plainely spy That their insulting proud commanding Priest Is â—bsolute and onely Antichrist H'exalts himselfe ' boue all that 's called God Vpon the Emperours necke he proudly trod Hee is th'abomination void of grace That mounts himselfe into the holy place He makes the Princes of the Earth drinke vp And quaffe the poyson of his cursed Cup. Who being drunken with the drâ—gs of sinne They haue his sworne and forsworne vassals beene Bewitched with his foule Inchanting charmes Gainst one another they haue rose in armes By forreine and domesticke bloudie broyles Whilst he hath fild his his coffers with their spoyles His double dealing too plaine appeares In setting Christian Princes by the eares Whilst he into his anatitious hands Hath feiz'd their persons moueables and lands And as the Christian Kings themselues made weake The Turke into their Kingdomes gan to breake And thus the Turke and Pope joynd with the deuill Haue beene the authors of all Christian euill FINIS THE BOOKE OF MARTYRS The Second Part. DEDICATED TO THE RIGHT HONOVRABLE PHILLIP EARLE OF MONTGOMERIE c. MY Lord the liues and deaths of Saints and Kings This little Booke vnto your Greatnesse sings Protection and acceptance if you giue It shall as shall Your selfe for ever liue IOHN TAYLOR VVHen the 7 Henry in his graue was laid And the eight Henry Englands Scepter sway'd Romes bloudy persecution raged more In England than in ten Kings raignes before And therefore Reader in this little Booke For euery Martyrs name thou must not looke But men of chiefest note respect and same That dyed in England onely these I name And first the Papists tyranny beganne In murthering Richard Hun a zealous man For being kept in prison by their power They closly hang'd him in the Lollards Tower And then they all in generall decreed Reporting Hun himselfe had done the deed Ann sixteene dayes iust after this was don They burn'd the foresaid corps of Richard Hun. Then to the number of full thirty fiue The surious flames did all of life depriue In seuerall places of this wofull land Because they did the Pope of Rome withstand At which time Thomas Bilney did begin To preach and teach against Antichristian sinne Where in Saint Georges Church in Ipswich Towne The Papists from the Pulpit pluckt him downe And as in dolefull prison he did lie He put his finger in the flames to try He prou'd aud God did giue him strenght to beare His death to liue with his Redeemer deare The next of note was one Iohn Frith a man Of learning great a Martyrs same he wan Then learned Luther and graue Zwinglius With Caluin Beza Occolampadius All glorious gracious reuerend lamps of light Were instruments to cleare blear'd Englands sight In Flanders William Tindall for Gods Word Was Sacrific'd to glorifie the Lord. Iohn Lambert valiantly his death did take And burn'd in Smithfield for his Sauiour sake About this time that Honourable man Lord Cromwels life and timelesse death began Hee like an Earthquake made the Abbies fall The Fryeries the Nunneries and all This famous Noble worthy Essex Earle This Iemme this Iewell this most orient pearle Was for his truth from all he had discarded And with his heads losse all his faith rewarded The next of worthy note by fire that dide Was good Anne Askew who did strong abide Rackes tortures and the cruell raging flame To magnifie her high Creators name Then gan the Kings eyes to be opended quite Inlightened by the euerlasting light He banisht Superstitious idle sables And packt the Papists hence with all their bables Then Bonner Gardner Brethren both in euill Factors and Actors bloudhounds for the Deuill Their burning fame to infamy soone saded They Godlesse gracelesse were disgracst degraded The King thus hauing this good worke begun He dyed and left the Kingdome to his Sonne Then raign'd young Edward that sweet Princely childe By whom all Popery was cleane exilde But he too good to liue mongst wicked men Th' Almighty tooke him hence to Heauen agen No sooner Edward was laid in his Tombe But England was the slaughter-house of Rome Gardner and Bonner were from prison turn'd And whom they pleas'd were eyther sau'd or burn'd Queene Mary imitating Iezabell Aduanc'd againe the Ministers of Hell Then tyranny began to tyrannize Tortures and torments then they did deuise Then Master Rogers with a saith most feruent Was burn'd and dy'd in Smith field Gods true Seruant Next vnto him did Laurence Sanders dye By fire for Iesus sake at Couentry He did embrace and kindly kisse the stake To gaine Heau'ns glory did the world for sake Good Byshop Hooper was at Gloster burn'd Cause he against the Romish Doctrine spurn'd And Doctor Taylor a true zealous man At Hadly burn'd eternall glory wan Then Byshop Ferrar next his life did spend In fire to gaine the life shall neuer end Next William Fowler first did loose his hand Then burn'd because the Pope he did withstand In Essex Thomas Hawkes with faith victorious Did dye by fire to gaine a life most glorious Master Ioha Bradford for his Sauiours sake In Smithsield burn'd a godly end did make Two reuerend Byshops Father Latimer And Ridley each of them a heauenly starre Liu'd in Gods foare and in his fauour dy'd At Oxford burn'd and now are glorisi'd Iohâ— Philpâ—t gladly did the fire embrace And died and liues in his Redeemers grace Then that graue Father and religious man Arch-Bishop of Cranmars troubles hot began His Pompe his state his glory and his pride Was to know Iesus and him crucifide He liu'd a godly Preacher of Gods Word And dy'd a glorious Martyr of the Lord. Iohn Carcles in close Prison carefully Did change his cares for ioyes eternally But this small volum cannot well containe One quarter of the Saints in England flaine In Henries Raigne and Maries cruell Queene Eight thousand people there hath slaughtered beene Some by the Sword some Hang'd some burnt in fire Some staru'd to death in Prison all expire Twelue thousand and seuen hundred more beside Much perseâ—uting trouble did abide Some wrackt som whipt som tortur'd som in stocks Some doing penance with a world of mockes Some with an yron in the faces burn'd Some out of all their goods to beggry rurn'd Some barefoot bearing faggots on their shoulders Weâ—e made a wondring stocke to the beholders All this and more much more they did endure Because they would not yeeld to liue impure But now to speake the law lesse â—ause wherefore And why these people troubled were so sore Because they would not make their plaints mones To senseles I mages dead stockes and slones Because they said the Sacramentall bread Is not the Lord which shall iudge quick and dead Because they not beleeu'd a Purgatory And held the Popes decrees an idle story Because they would not creepe vnto the crosse And change Gods sacred Word for humane drosse Because they held the Masse an Idoll soule At once which
pickt the purse damn'd the Soule Because they knew the Pope and all his crue Hâ—â— hounds whoÌ„ heauern in rage on earth did spue And in a word they thus were ouer-trod Because they truly seru'd the liuing God This was the maine and onely cause of all Because they would not offer vnto Bâ—el The Popes outragious and couragious actor Was Bishop Bonner hells most trusty factor Romes hangman and the firebrand of this Realme That with a sloud of bloud did ouerwhelme The true beleeuers of Gods holy truth He burchered not regarding age or youth With him was ioyn'd a man almost as ill Who tooke delight Gods seruants bleud to spill Cal'd Stephen Gardner Englands Chanceller And Bishop of the Sea of Winchester These two did striue each other to excell Who should doe greatest seruice vnto Hell Vntill at last God heard his seruants cry And each of them did die immediately Thus when Iâ—honah heard the iust complaints Of his beloued poore afflicted Saints Then this too cruell Pope defending Queene The bloudiest Princesse that this land hath seene She did decease and persecution ceast And tired wofullâ— Englands purchast rest Queene Mary being dead her welcome death Reuin'd our ioyes in blest ELIZABETH Innumerable were her woes and cares Abundance were the subtill wiles and snares Which Sathan and his Ministers oft laid To reaue the life of that most harmelesse Maid She was accus'd abus'd reuil'd miscal'd She was from prison vnto prison hal'd Long in the Tower she shas close prisner shut Her louing seruants all way were put From thence to Windsor thence to Woodstocke sent Closely mewd vp from all the worlds content But God whose mercies euer did defend her Did in her greatest Sorrow comfort send her He did behold her from his Throne on hie And kept her as the apple of his eye Let Hell and Hell-hounds still attempt to spill Yet the Almighty guards his Seruants still And he at lest did ease her Sorrowes mone And rais'd her to her lawfall awfull throne This Royall Deborah this Princely Dame Whose life made all the world admire her fame As Iudith in Bet hâ—lias same was spread For cutting off great Holophernès head So our Eliza stoutly did begin Vntopping and beheading Romish sin Shee purg'd the Land of Papistryâ—agen Shee liu'd belou'd of God admir'd of men Shee made the Antichristian Kingdome quake She made the mighty power of Spaine to shake As farre as Sunne and Moone dispears'd her Rayes So farre and farther went her matchlesse praise She was at home abroad in euery part Loadstar and Loadstone to each eye and heart Supported onely by Gods powerfull hand She foure and forty yeares did rule this Land And then she lest her Royall Princely Seat She chang'd earths greatnesse to be heauenly great Thus did this Westerne Worlds great wouder dye She fell from height to be aduanc'd more hie Terrestriall Kings and Kingdomes all must fade Then blest is she that is immortall made Her death fild woefull England full of feares The Papists long'd for change with itching eares For her decease was all their onely hope To raise againe the doctrine of the Pope But he whose power is all omnipotent Diâ— their vnhappy hopelesse hopes preuent Succession lawfully did leaue the Crowne Vnto a Prince whose vertue and Renowne And learning did out-stripall Kings as sarre As doth the Sunne obseure a little starre What man that is but man could bassâ— more Romes seauenâ—headed purple beastly Whore How wisely hath he Bellarmine conâ—uted And how diuinely hath'he ost dispated How zealously he did Cods faith desend How often on Gods word he did attend How clement pious and how gracious good Was he as fits the greatnesse of his bloud Were 't not for him how should the Muâ—â—s doe He was their patterne and their patron too He was th' Apollo from whose radient Beames The quinteffence of Poetry our-streames And from the splendor of his piercing rayes A world of worthy writers won the bayes Yet all the worthy vertues so transparent And so well knowne to be in him inharent Could not perswade the Papists leaue their strife With cursed treasons to attempt his life For when their disputations helpt them not They would dispute in a damn'd powder plot In which the Romists went beyond the deuill For Hell could not inuent a plot so euill But he that plac'd him on his royall Throne The God of Iacob Iudahs holy one That God for Iesus sake I doe beseech With humble heart and with vnfained speech That he or his may Britaines Scepter sway Till time the world and all things passe away But now he 's gone into Eternall blissÌ„e Crowneâ— And with Eternall glory crowned is Long may King CHARLES weare Britaines royall And heauens best blessings raise his high Renowne FINIS GODS MANIFOLD MERCIES IN THESE MIRACVLOVS DELIverances of our Church of England from the yeare 1565. vntill this present 1630. particularly and briefly Described IOSHVA 4.21 22. 24. When your Children shall aske their Fathers in time to come What meaneth this Pillar Then yee shall let your Children know saying THESE ARE THE DELIVERIES WHICH GOD HATH VOVCHSAFED TO HIS CHVRCH IN ENGLAND SINCE THE BEGINNING OF QVEENE ELIZABETHS RAIGNE TO THIS DAY That all the People of the Earth might know the hand of the Lord that it is mightie that yee might feare the Lord your God for euer THere was a Bull in Rome was long a breeding Which Bull prou'd little better then a Calfe Was sent to England for some better feeding To fatten in his Holinesse behalfe The vertues that this Beast of Babell had In thundring manner was to banne and curse Raile at the Queene as it were raging mad Yet God be thanked she was ne're the worse The goodly Sire of it was Impious * Pius the fufh of that name Pope of Rome piuâ— Hee taught it learnedly to curse and banne And to our faces boldly to defie vs. It madly ouer England quickly ranne But what succeâ—â—e it had reade more and see The fruits of it herevnder written be This Bull did excommunicate and curse the Queene â—â—depâ—â—eth her from her Crowne it proclaimed her an Hereâ—â—â—â— it cursed all such as loued her it threatned damnation to all subiects as durâ—t obey her and it promised the kingdome of heauen to those that would oppose and kill her This was the effect and nature of this Popish Beast which all wise godly and vnder standing men did deride and contemne 1. A Priest call'd Moortâ—n by the Pope assign'd Northumberland and Westmerland seduceth With whom the Duke of * Duke of Norfolke and Earle of Northumberland beheaded Earle of Westmorland fled Norfolke is combin'd The whilst the Pope nocost or charge refuseth But pawnes his challices his Beads and Crosses Giues them his gracelesse blessing for their ayde The fruit where of were heads and honors losses God still defending Englands Royall Maid Thus we by proofe must thankefully confesse That where the pope doth
Hall that hee had lawfully sold his Land and had receiued the summe aboue said in full satisfaction and payment and his said friend did vow and protest many times vnto him with such oathes and vehement curses that hee neuer would deceiue his trust but that at any time when hee would command all those forged Bonds and Leafes that hee would surrender them vnto him and that he should neuer bee damnifide by them or him to the value of one halfe-penny Vpon which protestations he said he was enticed to vndoe himselfe out of all his earthly possessions and by a false oath to make hazzard of his inheritance in Heauen In Ireland he staid not long but came ouer againe and was by his friend perswaded to goe into the Low Countries which hee did neuer minding his Wife and two small Children which he had by her hauing likewise a brace of bastards by his Whore as some say but he said that but one of them was of his begetting But he after some stay in Holland saw that he could not fadge there according to his desire and withal suspecting that hee was cheated of his Land and aboue all much perplexed in his Conscience for the false oath that hee had taken pondering his miserable estate and ruing his vnkindnesse to his Wife and vnnaturall dealing to his Children thinking with himselfe what course were best to take to helpe himselfe out of so many miseries which did incompasse him he â—â—â— ouer againe into England to his too dare friend demanding of him his Bonds and â—â—â— of his Land which hee had put him in â—â—â— with all But then his friend did manifest â—â—â— selfe what he was and told him plainly that he had no writings nor any Land of his â—â—â— what he had dearely bought and paid for All which Rowse replyed vnto him was false â—â— his owne Conscience knew Then said the other Haue I not here in my custody your land and Seale to confirme my lawfull possession of your Land and moreouer haue I not a Record of an Oath in open Court which you tooke concerning the truth of all our bargaine And seeing that I haue all these especial points of the Law as an Oath Indenâ—â—â— and a sure possession take what course you will for I am resolued to hold what I â—â—â— These or the like words in effect passed betwixt Rowse and his friend Trusty Roger which entring at his eares pierced his heart like Daggers and being out of money and credit a man much infamous for his bad life indebted beyond all possible meanes of payment a periured wretch to coozen himselfe â—â—â— no place or meanes to feed or lodge and fearefull of being arrested hauing so much â—â—â— his Wife and so little regarded his Children being now brought to the pits â—â—â— of disperation not knowing amongst these â—â—â— which way to turne himselfe hee resolued at last to goe home to Ewell againe to his much wronged Wife for his last â—â—â— in extremity The poore Woman receiued him with ioy and his Children with all gladnesse welcomed home â—â— prodigal Father with whom he reâ—â—â—â—â—â— much discontentment and perplexâ—â—â— of mind the Diuell still tempting him to â—â—â— and despaire putting him in mind of his former better estate comparing pleaâ—â—â—â—â—â— with present miseries and he reuolâ—â—â—â—â—â— he had beene a man in that Towne â—â—â— a Gentlemans companion of good reputation and calling that hee had Friends â—â—â— Money Apparell and Credit with meanes sufficient to haue left for the maintenance of his Family and that now he had nothing left him but pouerty and beggery and that his two Children were like to bee left to goe from doore to doore for their liuing Bâ—eing thus tormented and tost with restlesse imaginations he seeing daily to his further griefe the poore case of his Children and fearing that worse would befall them hereafter he resolued to worke some meanes to take away their languishing liues by a speedy and vntimely death the which practice of his by the Diuels instigation and assistance he effected as followeth To bee sure that no body should stop or preuent his diuellish enterprise hee sent his Wife to London in a friuolous errand for a riding Coat and shee being gone somewhat timely and too soone in the morning both her children being in bed and fast asleepe being two very pretty Girles one of the age of sixe yeeres and the other foure yeeres old none being in the house but themselues their vnfortunate Father and his ghostly Counseller the dores being fast locked hee hauing an excellent Spring of water in the Celler of his house which to a good mind that would haue imploy'd it well would haue beene a blessing for the water is of that Christaline purity and cleernesse that Queene Elizabeth of famous memory would daily send for it for her owne vse in which hee purposed to drowne his poore innocent children sleeping for hee going into the Chamber where they lay tooke the yongest of them named Elizabeth forth of her bed and carried her downe the Stayres into his Celler and there put her in the Spring of Water holding downe her head vnder that pure Element with his hands till at last the poore harmelesse soule and body parted one from another Which first Act of this his inhumane Tragedy being ended hee carried the dead corps vp three payre of stayres and laying it downe on the floore left it and went downe into the Chamber where his other Daughter named Mary was in bed being newly awaked and seeing her father demanded of him where her Sister was To whom hee made answer that hee would bring her where shee was So taking her in his armes he carried her downe towards the Celler and as hee was on the Celler stayres shee asked him what he would doe and whither hee would carry her Feare nothing my Childe quoth hee I will bring thee vp againe presently and being come to the Spring as before he had done with the other so hee performed his last vnfatherly deed vpon her and to be as good as his word carried her vp the stayres and laid her by her sister that done he laid them out and couered them both with a sheete walking vp and downe his house weeping and lamenting his owne misery and his friends treachery that was the maine ground of all his misfortunes and the death of his Children and though there was time and opportunity enough for him to flye and to seeke for safety yet the burthen and guilt of his conscience was so heauy to him and his desperate case was so extreme that he neuer offered to depart but as a man weary of his life would and did stay till such time as hee was apprehended and sent to Prison where he lay till hee was rewarded with a iust deserued death What his other intents were after hee had drowned his Children is vncertaine for he drew his sword and laid it naked on a Table and after hee gat a poore
woman downe into the Celler and in the same place where the two Infants lost their liues hee did helpe the woman to wring a Bucke of his clothes and then hee requested her to helpe to conuey his goods out of his house for hee said that hee feared that the Sheriffe of Surry would come and seaze vpon all But the woman not thinking of any of the harme that was done imagined that he had meant that his goods would be seazed for debt and not for murther But to returne to the miserable Mother of the murdered Children shee said that her heart throbbed all the day as fore-boading some heauy mischance to come and hauing done her businesse that shee came about to London as soone as shee came home she asked for her Children to whom her Husband answered that they were at a neighbours house in the Towne Then said shee I will go thither to fetch them home No quoth he I will goe my selfe presently for them Then said his Wife Let the poore woman that is heere goe and bring them home But at last shee saw such delay was vsed shee was going her selfe then her Husband told her that hee had sent them to a Kinsmans of his at a Village called Sutton foure miles from Ewell and that he had prouided well for them and prâ—â—id her to bee contented and feare nothing for they were well These double tales of his made her to doubt somewhat was amisse therefore shee intreated him for Gods sake to tell her truly where they were Whereupon hee said If you will needs know where they are goe but vp the stayres into such a Chamber and there you shall find them But in what a lamentable perplexity of mind the poore woman was when shee perceiued how and which way they lost their liues any Christian that hath an heart of flesh may imagine Presently the Constable was sent for who tooke him into his custody who amongst other talke demanded of him why and how he could commit so vnnaturall a fact as to murder his Children To whom hee answered that he did it because he was not able to keep them and that hee was loth they should goe about the Towne a begging and moreouer that they were his owne and being so that hee might doe what hee would with them and that they had their liues from him and therefore he had taken their liues from them and was contented to lose his life for them for hee was sure that their miseries were past and for his part he had an assured hope to goe to them though they could not come to him So being had before a Iustice his Examination was very briefe for hee confest all the whole circumstances of the matter freely so that hee was sent to the common Prison of Surry cal'd the White Lyon where he remained fourteene or fifteene weekes a wonderfull penitent Prisoner neuer or very seldome being without a Bible or some other good booâ—e meditating vpon and when any one did but mention his Children hee would fetch a deep â—â—â— and weep desiring euery one to pray for â—â—â— and vpon his owne carenest request hee â—â—â—aide for at Pauls Crosse and at most of â—â—â— Churches in London and at many in the Country and at the Sessions holden at Croyâ—â—â— the latter end of Iuno last hee made such confesslion at the Barre declaring the â—â—â— of his life his odious Drinking his â—â—minable Whoring his cruell Murther â—â—â— the false dealing of his deceitfull freind â—â—â— was the cause of his finall wrack with â—â—â— Relations of his pronounced with vehemencey and protestations hee moâ—â—â— all that heard him to commiseration and â—â—â— So according to Law and Iustice hee was â—â—â— condemned and iudged for the murâ—ering of his two Children to be hang'd â—â—â— Iudgement was executed on him at â—â—â— Gallowes at Croydon on Munday the second day of Iune 1621. where hee â—â—â— with great penirency and remorce of 〈…〉 This was the lamentable end of Iohn Rowse â—â—â— of the age of fifty yeeres and one that â—â—â— right haue liu'd and dyed in better fashion â—â—â— had laid hold on the grace of heauen â—â—â— God 's protection and fatherly asâ—â—â—â—â—â— but of all that herein is declared this â—â—â— which I now declare is most lamenâ—â—â— and remarkable which is that Ewell â—â—â— a Market Towne not much aboue ten â—â—â— from London in a Christian Kingdome â—â—â— such a Kingdome where the all-sauing World of the euer liuing God is most diliâ—â—â—â— sincerely and plentifully preached â—â—â— this diligence as it were in â—â—â— or Center of this sincerity and in â—â—â— of this plenty the Towne of Ewell â—â—â— neither Preacher not Pastor for alâ—â—â—â—â—â—son age be able to maintaine on â—â—â— Preacher yet the liuing beeing in a â—â—â— hand is rented out to another for â—â—â— and yet no Preacher mainâ—â—â—â—â—â— Now the chiefe Landlord out of â—â—â— doth allow but seuen pounds â—â—â— Reader and the other that doth hyre the Parsonage at a great Rent doth giue the said Reader foure pound the yeere more out of his meanes and courtesie and by this meanes the Towne is serued with a poore old man that is halfe blinde and by reason of his age can scarcely read for all the world knowes that so small a stipend cannot finde a good Preacher Bookes and very hardly bread to liue on so that the poore soules dwelling there are in danger of famishing for want of a good Preacher to breake the Bread of life vnto them for a Sermon amongst them is as rare as warme weather in December or Ice in Iuly both which I haue seene in England though but seldome And as the Wolfe is most bold with the Sheepe when there is either no Shepheard or an impotent insufficient one so the Diuell perhaps tooke his aduantage of this wretched man seeing hee was so badly guarded and so weakly guided to withstand his force and malice for where God is least knowne and called vpon there Satan hath most power and domination But howsoeuer I wish with all my heart that that Towne and many more were better prouided then they are and then such numbers of soules would not be in hazzard to perish nor so many sufficient schollers that can preach and teach well liue in penuryo through want of maintenance I could runne further vpon this point but that I doe shortly purpose to touch it more to the quick in another Booke By this mans fall wee may see an example of Gods Iustice againste Drunkennes Whoredome and Murder the Diuell being the first Author who was a Murtherer from the beginning when â—l'd Catâ— with Enuy that hee murdered his brother Abel who tempted Dauid first to Adultery and afterwards to Murther who prouoked Herod to cause the blessed Seruant of God Iohn Baptist to lose his head because hee told him it was not lawfull for him to marry his brother Philips Wife and who was the prounker of the aforesaid Herod to marther all the innocent male children in