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A13505
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Taylor's motto Et habeo, et careo, et curo.
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Taylor, John, 1580-1653.; Cockson, Thomas, engraver.
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slights and iugling tricks And yet no 〈◊〉 of man aliue If Fortune frowne on him can make him thriue For why so powerfull is the purblinde witch To raise vp knaues and make fooles deuilish rich To set an Asse on top of all her wheele And to kick vertue backward with her heele To raise 〈◊〉 Piper Pander or a Iester And therefore hang the hag I doe detest her She hath stâ—ange tricks and workes for diuers endâ— To make a great man haue more kin then friends But seldome she this good report doth win To make a poore man haue more friends then kin A King in 's Throne a generall in the warre Places of best command and reuerence are But yet if Fortune frowne on their affaires They shal be rich in nothing but in cares Shee 's like a Iâ—nus with a double face To smile and lowre to grace and to disgrace She lou's and loathes together at an instant And in inconstancy is onely constant Vncertaine certaine neuer loues to settle But heere there euery where in dock out nettle The man whom all her frownes or fauours spurnes Regardeth not her wheele how oft it turnes A wise man knowes she's easier found then kept And as she 's good or bad he doth accept He knowes she comes intending not to stay And giu's but what she meanes to tâ—ke away For by discretion it is truely knowne Her liberall gifts she holds still as her owne And vnto me her bounty hath bin such That if she tak 't againe I care not much I haue a loue which I to God doe owe With which I haue a feare doth in me growe I loue him for his goodnes and I feare To anger him that hath lou'd me so deere I feare in loue as hee 's a gracious God Not loue for feare of his reuenging Rod. And â—hus a loâ—ing feare in me I haue Lâ—ke an adopted sonne not like a slaue I haue a King whom I am bound vnto To doe him all the seruice I can doe Tâ— whom when I shall in Alegeance faile Let all the Deuills in hell my soule aâ—â—aile If any iâ— his gouernment abide In whom foule Treacherous mallice doth recide 'Gainst him his Royall offspring or his friends I wish that Halters may be all their â—â—ds And those that cannot most vnfainedly Say this and sweare as confident as I Of what degree so ere 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 waies for death To dispossesse vs of our liues and breath For why the Lord of life that life doth make Will as he pleaseth life both giue and take And let me blamelesse suffer punishment Or losse of goods or causlesse banishment Let me be â—ang'd or burn'd or stab'd or drownd All '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 shal be so still To get to Heau'n come thousands deathes together Th' are welcome pleasures if they bring me thether I know for certaine all Mortallity When it begins to liue begins to dye And when our liues that backe againe we giue VVe 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 moâ—e wrong And this one reason giu's me much content Thought I shall haue no Marble Monnument Where my corrupted Carkas may inherrit With Epitaphs to blaze my want of merrit To wast 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 cuâ—se That many times the sencelesse Maâ—ble weepes Because the exâ—crated corps it keepes When the meane space perhap's the wretched soule In flames vnquenchable doth yell and bowle I haue a hope that doth my heaâ—t refresh How e're 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're so poorely they my corps interr Without bell booke or painted Sepulcher Although I misse these trifles 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 ' Tabuse the good and magnifie the bad I can write if I liâ—t nor Rime or Reason And talke of fellony and whistle Treason And Libell against goodnes if I would And agaiâ—st misery could raile and scould Fowle Treachery I could mince out in parts Like Vintners pots halfe pints and pints and quarts Euen so could I with Libles base abound From a graine waight or scruple to a pound With a lowe 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 Fleete at my desire A little more aduancing of my note I from the Fleete might to the Gatehouse floate 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 Runne carelesse by degrees into disgrace But that for loue of goodnes I forbeare And not for any seruile slauish feare Time seruing vassalls shall not me applaud For making of my Verse a great mans Bawd To set a luster and a flattâ—â—ing glosse On a dishonorable lump of drosse To slâ—bber or'e a Ladies homely feature And set her forth for a most beauâ—ious creature Noâ— shall my free inuention stoope t' adore A fowle diseased pocky painted whore Rewards or bâ—â—bes my Muse shall ne're 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 Pâ—â—phaned lines or obsceane beâ—stlines Scâ—â—illitie or knowne a parant lyes To aâ—â—mate or couer villanies A â—alter for such Poets stead of Bayes Whâ— make the Muses whoresâ— much worse then Tâ—ais Such Râ—scalls make the Helliconian well 〈…〉 and respect like hell â—nd of 〈◊〉 good mâ—n iustly are rewarded 〈◊〉 and scorn'd lâ—ke hellhounds vnregarded For Poetry 〈…〉 be vsâ— arigâ—t 〈…〉 mercy and his might For 〈…〉 ignorance it hath some foes 〈◊〉 may be praisd in Verse as well as prose 〈…〉 are fit for Kings To 〈◊〉 them Mâ—taphoricall such things 〈…〉 they should know and heare 〈◊〉 none but Poets dare to speake for feaâ—e A Poet 's 〈◊〉 a Poet and his trade Is still to make but Orators are made All Arts are taught and learnd we daily see But taugâ—â—
Care is carefull yeelding no delight And though Care flowes like a continuall stream Yet Care is but a very barren Theame Vpon I care not my swift Muse could iog Like to an Irish Lackey o're a bog But my poore wit must worke vpon I care Which is a subiect like my wit most bare I care to keepe my wife in that degree As that she alwayes might my equall be And I doe care and at all times endeuer That she to haue the mastership shall neuer I Care and so must all that mortall are For from our births vnto our graues our care Attends on vs in number like our sinnes And sticks vnto vs close as is our skins For the true Anagram of Care is Race Which shewes that whilst we on the earth haue place So many miseries doe vs insnare That all our life is but a Race of Care And when I call my life vnto account To such great numbers doe my Cares amount That Cares on Cares my mind so much doe lade As I of nothing else but Cares were 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 seuerally their force or flattery bends To driue me to Presumption or despaire T' auoid temptations I am full of care When I 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 skye 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 feâ—refull 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 snuffe doth stink Who in the Spring or Summer of his Pride Was worship'd honor'd almost deifi'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 though his ill sprung well-spring ne're 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 Prodigal '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 froÌ„ our birth til death our liues doth smother All men doe liue be 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 sucke from each protection feare and loue All Clients whatsoe're 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 Prodigals 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-tack Doublets Draughts or Chesse He flings his money free with carelessenesse At Nouum Mumchance mischance chuse ye which At One and thirty or at Poore and rich Ruffe slam Trump nody whisk hole Sant Newcut Vnto the keeping of foure Knaues he 'le put His whole estate at Loadum or at Gleeke At Tickle-me-quickly he 's a merry Greeke At Primefisto Post and payre Primero Maw Whip-her-ginny heâ—s a lib'rall Hero At My-sow-pigg'd and Reader neuer doubt ye He 's skil'd in all games except Looke about ye Bowles shoue-groate tennis no game comes amis 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 his 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 suck 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 suck 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 Baylifs rough embrace Or from a Marshals man that mercy lacks That liues a cursed life by poore mens wracks From Serieants that are Saracens by kind From Baylifs â—hat are worse then Beares in mind 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 Baud that for her crimes Stewd 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'd o're the vniuersall world I care to keepe that which is sound and sure Which euer and for euer shall endure I care t' auoid all Sects and errors foule That to confusion hath drawne many a soule For be a man a Heathen Turke or Iew With care his miserable state I rue That he should haue sense reason life and limb Yet will not know that God that gaue them him And can a Christian thinke vpon these things But it his heart with