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A13495
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A shilling or, The trauailes of twelue-pence
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Taylor, John, 1580-1653.
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1621
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STC 23793; ESTC S118272
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beardlesse smooth and plaine Because my Soueraigne was a child 't is knowne When as he did put on the English Crowne But had my stamp beene bearded as with haire Long before this is had beene worne out bare For why with me the vnthrifts euery day With my face downewards do at shoue-boord play That had I had a beard you my suppose Th 'had worne it off as they haue done my nose Yet doth my bare face sometimes now and than Make a young beardlesse Boy outface a man For any Boy and I doe both agree To outface any man that doth want me A crosse I beare vpon my other side A glorious figure of true Christian pride And with that crosse I any man can crosse From wrong to iniury from harme to losse And in me is such working powerfulnesse That those that haue me and both crosse and blesse The English and French Armes the Lyons flowres Shewes Fraunce a subiect once to Englands powres And when my Master did respire his breath His sisters Mary and Elizabeth Ordain'd new Twelue-pences with me to ioyne But altred not my badge vpon my Coyne Except a little which King Philip did Which Queene Elizabeth did soone forbid But since the comming of my Soueraigne Iames The Badge vpon my back more worth proclaimes And to mixe state with truth truth with delight Vpon the armes I carie thus I write Vpon the Kings Armes THree Lyons Passant borne by former Kings Subdues the Harp quarters the flowers of France Fourth Lyon Rampant equall honour brings Though hauing power to warre doth peace aduance Vnited in great Iames this Royall stile King of great Britaine Fraunce and Irelands Ile Thus Readers hauing printed for your reading My birth my rising my estate and breeding My Badge my face my Crosse my Annagram How mighty in my great command I am Now will I tell some trauels I haue had And humors of my Masters good and bad Some as I can remember I 'le recite Should I name all 't were almost infinite ONE ask'd the Cinnick wise Athenian The cause why siluer look'd so pale and wan He in reply was quick and answer'd straite Because so many for it lay in waite And did men thinke in what diuersity Of fashions men for me in waite doe lye They would agree together in a tale That I had reason to looke wan and pale I haue of Treason bin made Instrument To betray Kingdomes and to circumuent To vndermine and to subuert the states Of Empires and of mighty Potentates I haue caus'd murder cruell Homicide Foule Fratricide vnnaturall Paricide For which a curse doth vnto me remaine A Runnagate and Vagabond like Caine. And though that God in thund'ring Maiestie For bad man to haue any Gods but he Yet many thousands that commaund forget Not minding God their mindes on me they set To purchase me men haue forsworne and sworne And from the Booke of life their names haue torne For me the Sabaoth is prophan'd with workes Of Christians labours worse then Iewes or Turkes For me those Parents that haue nurst and bred Their Children by them are dishonoured For to haue me to endlesse ioy or woe Some children care not where their Fathers goe I with the deu'ls sole helpe my sole partaker Haue bin an vniuersall Cuckold-maker For where nor wit or beauty could come in In any shape I could admittance win I make the Husband sometimes keepe the dore The whil'st for me his wife doth play the whore And many times to moue all hell to laughter I made a Mother Bawde vnto her daughter I forc'd a Virgine cast off continence And Chastity and put on Impudence I made a reuerend Iudge to take a Bribe I made a Scribe a forged Name subscribe I caus'd a Miser sell his soule to hell Because I here on Earth with him should dwell And eighteene yeares he kept me day and night Lock'd in a Chest not seeing any light And though my lot was thus a Slaue to be Yet was he a farre worser Slaue to me For he had vow'd himselfe to death to pine Rather then spend one penny pot of wine Although he late had swallow'd downe his throat Stinking fresh Herrings threescore for a Groat And he did bide this slauish misery On purpose to debarre my liberty At last this poore rich base penurious Knaue Was borne the way of all flesh to his Graue And his braue heire vpon his backe had got A mourning merry sute long look'd I wote He the next day let flie the ill got treasure And I began to see some worldly pleasure From my old Masters Chest I was assum'd To my young Masters Pockets sweet perfum'd ' Ta bawdy house of the last new translation He bare me with him for his recreation There for a maydenhead he plaid a game Where eightscore more before had done the same There did my Master Knaue discharge the score And went and left me with my Mistris Whore I stay'd not in her seruice long for shee Was not two dayes before she set me free For hauing got a Frenchified heate She was prescrib'd a Dyet and a sweat She gaue me to the Surgeon for some Lotion For Vnguents and a gentle working Potion For Plaisters and for Oyntments in a Box And so I left my Mistris with a Pox. The Surgeon me to the Physitian sent From him I to th' Apothecaery went But there I thought that Hell I had beene in And all the Fiends had in his Boxes bin For it appear'd to me that all his drugs Had got the names of the infernall Bugs Zarzaparilla Colloquintida Auxungia Porci Cassia Fistula Egiptiacum Album Camphiratum Blacke Oxicrotium and white Sublimatum But soone my Master freed me from my feare He to the Tauerne went and left me there And whilst I in the Vintners house remain'd Some knowledge of my Masters state I gain'd Let no man say that drunke my selfe I showe For what I speake I vnderstand and knowe I 'le shew some discommodities that waite For the most part on euery Vintners state First if a rowe of houses stand together All of one bignesse form'd no oddes in either If one of them be to a Vintner let Amongst the rest at double rent 't is set Next if French Wine be twenty pounds the Tonne But a poore penny in a quart is wonne Besides he sometimes in the Caske doth finde Of Lees sixe Gallons for a Lagge behinde And more when in the Celler it is laid The Carmen and Wine-Porters must be paid And by misfortune if the Caske be weake Three or foure Gallons in the ground may leake Or taking vent it may grow dead and flat And then the Vintner little gets by that And if he be a fellow of free hart He now and then must giue a pint or quart His Candles night and day are burning still Within his Seller lest his Wines should spill And if two Kennell-rakers chance to come
e're created Yet let him but want money and 't is plaine He 's th' onely briefe and abstract or disdaine Despised scorn'd deiected and contemn'd And round about with miseries behem'd Search all the worlds Records from age to age And view Times variable Pilgrimage Note that though Fortune in her tott'ring guise Hath play'd at Foot-ball with great Monarchies Yet shall you finde how euer States haue varied How euer things were caried or miscaried That money still bare the commanding sway To whom both right and wrong and all obay Should all the Witches in the whole world sit In Counsell and imploy their damned wit And haue the aydes of all the fiends in hell With many a mumbling Necromantick spell And all this toyle and paines of theirs should be To bring Pecunia into infamie To cast my Lady Argent in disgrace And make some other thing supply her place The fruits of all their labours they should finde Would be like throwing feathers 'gainst the winde For in mans heart 't is rooted with such loue That nothing else but Death can it remoue And many humane reasons doth approue it That aboue all things earthly he should loue it Do'st thou want honour money straite will buy it Although ten thousand needy Slaues enuie it Would'st haue an office thy estate to reare Money will helpe thee to 't man neuer feare Do'st want wit how to guide and gouerne it If thou hast money thou canst want no wit Art thou a damned Matchiuillian Thy money makes thee held an honest man Hast thou a scuruie face take this of me If thou hast money 't is not seene in thee Would'st haue a whore a Coach smoke drink or drie Money will bring thee all at any price Would'st haue all pleasures in variety Money will thy insatiate wants supply Then seeing money can doe what it will Haue not men reason to regard it still Some thinges there are that Money cannot win But they are thinges men take small pleasure in As Heau'n and a good Conscience Vertue Grace Hee that loues Money cannot these imbrace For he whose heart to Money is inclin'd Of thinges Coelestiall hath but little minde If Money were a Woman I doe fee Her Case most pitty pittifull would bee Because I thinke shee would no louers haue Except a Gowty miserable Knaue One that all night would by her lye and Grone Grip'd with the Collicke or tormenting Stone With stinking Coughing Grunting spitting spauling And nothing but Contagious Catterwalling Besides hee 'd be so Iealious day and night He would not suffer her goe out of 's sight That sure I thinke her Case farre worse would be Then is the Turkish Galley slauery For none but such as those whome Age hath got Are in the Loue of Money extreame hot And when as Hearing Sent and Tast and Sight Are gone yet Feeling Money 's their Delight The whilest a Young-man full of strength and pride Would make her Goe by water Run and Ride Force her in all thinges 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 bee so so For hee 'd but kisse her and so let her goe Thus if It were a Woman as I say Her Case were Lamentable euery way For Olde men within Doores would euer worr'y her Youngmen round about the world wold hurry her That were she matchd with either young or old Her miseries would still be manifold But this Commaunding bright Imperious Dame Vsde well or ill Shee 's euermore the same Locke her order her loose she Cares not which She still hath power the whole world to bewitch I call to minde I heard my Twelue-pence say That hee hath oft at Christmas bin at play At Court at th'Innes of Court and euery where Throughout the Kingdome being farre and neere At Passage and Mumchance at In and in Where Swearing hath bin Counted for no Sinne Where Fullamshigh and Loanmen Bore great sway With the quicke helpe of a Band Cater Trey My shilling said such swaggering there would be Amongst the wrangling Knaues for me quoth he Such shoueing sholdring thrusting thronging setting Such striuing crowding iustling and such betting Such storming fretting fuming chafing sweating Resuse renounce me damne me swearing cheating So many heauy curses plagues and poxes Where all are losers but the Butlers boxes That sure in hell the Deuils are in feare To curse and to blaspheme as they doe there Whilst without touch of conscience or of sence They abuse th' Almighties great Omnipotence And all this wicked stirre that they doe make Is me from one another how to rake That though I were a Pagan borne I see They make themselues much worse to pocket me These Gamesters make this time a time of mirth In memory of their blest Sauiours birth Whose deare remembrance they doe annually Obserue with extreame odious gluttony With gurmondizing beastly belly filling With swinish drinking and with drunken swilling With Ribald Songs Iigges Tales gawdy cloathes VVith bitter cursings and most fearefull Oathes That sure my shilling saith the Heathen will Not entertaine the deuill halfe so ill But worship Saethan in more kinde behauiour 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 priuately kept close The whilst their wiues are commonly let lose For he whom loue of money doth besot For 's owne soule or 's wiues body much cares not It bewitch'd Aohan at the siege of Ai For which the Israelites did lose the day It made Gehezie 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 Anaenias and his wretched wife By suddaine death it made them lose their life And Diuine stories and prophane recite Examples of such matters infinite 'T is said in Salomons Dominions That Siluer was as plenty as the Stones But sure the Sinne of Couetise 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 AEsia and Sun-parched Africa And from the wombe of vaust America From which last place the Potent King of Spaine Eleuen Millious in one yeare did gaine And from Pottozzy Mines he Dayly had Three hundred thirty thousand Ryals made To speake what mighty summes King Dauid won And left them vnto Salomon his Son Of Gold one hundred thousand Talents fine Siluer one Thousand thousand from the Mine Besides from Ophir he had at the least Three thousand Golden talents of the best