Abodes Hee 'l say that Kings dwell there but here the Gods On Bold-Hall in Lancashire the Antient Seat of our Family now too like to become Extinct THat Hall from Bold did take it's Name And Bold his Name again from Hall Hath told us long from whence we Came But Lord knows whither 't is we shall To Sir W. L. Of the Parliament at Oxon Kal. Jan. THou man of Worth as free as Ayre to Friends Advancing Publique not your Private Ends. Your Countryes Wealth whose loud desert doth call To bring for New-years gifts our hearts All For now the duller sence hath understood Though God makes years new yet you make them good I therefore to yâ—ur crowded Altar bring My little Self and all an Offering But All this All is nothing yet although In power I ebb in will I 'le over-flow When if so mean a Present may suffice You have the offerers heart your sacrifice And so you have my New years gift but you Must give me leave â—o give one prayer too Live blest i th' lower house till mighty Jove Shall make you Peere i th' upper house above Satyr on the Adulterate Coyn Inscribed â—he Common-Wealth c. THat Common-wealth which was our Common-woe Did Stamp for Currant That which must not Goe Yet it was well to Pass till Heaven thought meet To shew both This That were Counterfeit Our Crosses were their Coyn Their God our Hell Till Saviour Charles became Emanuel But now the Devil take their God! Avaunt Thou molten Image of the Covenant Thou lewd Impostor State 's and Traffique's Sin A Brazen Bulk fac'd with a Silver Skin Badge of Their Saints-Pretences without doubt A Wolfe within and Innocence without Like to Their Masqu'd Designs Rebellion Film'd with the Tinsell of Religion Metall on Metall here we may disclose Like Sear-cloth stript from Cromwell's Copper Nose Thou Bastard Relique of the Trayterous crew A mere Invent to give the Devil 's Due Or as a Learned Modern Author saith In their own Coyn to pay the Publique Faith Heavens I thank you that in mine extrem I never lov'd their Money more than Them Curs'd be those Wights whose Godliness was Gain Spoyling Gods Image in Their Soveraign They made our Angels evil and 't is known Their Cross and Harpe were Scandal to the CROWN Had 'mongst the Jews Their Thirty Pence been us'd When Judas truckt for 's Lord 't had been refus'd Worse than that Coyn which our Boyes Fibbs do call A Scotish Twenty-pence is worth them All To their eternal shame be 't brought toth ' Mint Cast into Medals their Names stampt in 't That Charon when they come for Waftage Ore May doubt his Fare and make them wait on shore For if Repentance ransome any thence Know Charles his Coyn must pay their Peter-Pence Prima peregrinos obscaena Pecunia mores Intulit Juv. To the Lady F. C. FAir Beauteous-Eys why do you longer give My hopes that life to tell me that I live Since if Dear Fair You with a smiling eye Do throw a Dart thousands would gladly dye So wisht a Death and in the pleasing fire Of those blest flames give up their Souls t' Expire But when a frown shall cloud those shining Eyes Which yet consume their Martyr'd Sacrifice And châ—ck a lively-hope with dead despair Making a careful life a lively Care When this effect your mystick Beauties prove To make Love Conquer and yet conquer love Eyes tell me not I live since you bequeath At best a dying-dying-life or living death Sweet lips forbear no more a treacherous kiss Shall never tempt my credulous heat to wish Those sugred baits betraying Souls to smart With flattering smiles to slay a lovers heart Though this you thought too mild a death would prove To kill a Servant with a Dart of Love And found a nearer way to Antedate My latter day with a disdainful Fate Causing those lips which made me for to know You lov'd me once now to procure my woe And to be once depos'd from love is more A death to lovers then was life before Lips say not then I live since that your breath Can speak my doom or kisses melt to Death On the Death of Mary Princess Dowager of AURANGE HAyle Graceful Mary summon'd up to be A Member Saint i th' heavenly Hierarchy For since your Virgin Name-sake's peer'd with You Our Ave-Maryes must be doubl'd too What Zeal of Glory did your highness move To rob low-countries to enrich th' Above Or was it in a Complement you fell To leave Henrietta ' thou a Paralel Was 't not enough that Gloucesters shining Star Shrunk the Pair-Royal to a Royal Pair And as Embassador to fit your State Prepar'd the wayes knowing the Path was Strait But must Oh Times more Royal Blood be Spilt To make attonement for the Subjects Guilt Thus the Lamb suffers while the Fox still thrives Heaven's Kingdome 's near 't is time t' amend our lives Curst be that Bane of Greatness a Disease That scandals Galen and Hippocrates So loathsome too the Soul would hardly own The Body at the Resurrection Here let our souls flow from our eyes in Tears Like those whose hopes are stifled by their fears Another Branch lopt from the Royal Tree And shall the Shrubs remain secure free Oh! if our Earthly gods like men must lye How like the Beasts that perish shall Vassals dye 'T is for the Nation sins a Punishment On Princes falls they 'd live if wee 'd Repent All things immortal in this Lady are But meer mortality and that lyes here Whose goodness needs no gloss to set it off Say but 't was Charles his Daughter that 's enough Oh! may her son like her live to Inherit The Mothers Virtue and the Fathers Spirit When heaven will bless it 's blessing with that good Which cannot be express'd less understood The Ages Joy and Grief Envy and Pride You could not think her Mortal 'till she dy'd The wonder of her sex lesse great than good Honouring her Name Enoâ—led by her Blood But Cease to Mourn A Princess never dyes But only as the sun does set to rise In brief be this inscrib'd upon her Tombe Here lyes the Miracle of Christendome O he Jam satis est O he Libelle Mar. Dirus Exclamat Charon Quò pergis Audax Sen. Expect the second Part. A Catalogue of some Books Printed for H. Brome at the Gun in Ivie-lane THe New Common Prayer with choice Cuts in Copper newly engraven suited to all the Feasts and Fasts of the Church of England throughout the Year in a Pocket Volume Doctor Spark's Devotions on all the Festivals of the Year The Alliance of Divine Offices exhibiting all the Liturgies of England since the Reformation by Hamon L'estrange Esq in fol. Justice Revived or the whole Office of a Country Justice in 8. The Exact Constable with his Originals and Power in the Offices of Church-wardens Overseers of the Poor Surveyours Treasurers and other Officers as they are now established by the Laws and Statutes of the Land both by Edw. Wingate Esq Brown's â—epulchral Vrns and Garden of Cyrus in 8. Two Essayes of Love and Marriage 12. Choyce Poems Floddan Field in nine Fitts c. Mr. Richard Brome his Royal Exchange The Jovial Crew English More Love sick Conceit New Exchange Covent Garden Weeded Queen and Concubine All the songs on the Long Parliament and Rump from 1640. to 1660. Songs and other Poems by A. Brome Gent. Mr. Boy 's Translation on the sixth Book of Virgil. Aeneas his Voyage from Troy to Italy an Assay upon the third Book of Virgil in 8. The Pourtraicture of his sacred Majesty King Charles the second from his birth 1630. till this present year 1661. being the whole story of his escape at Worcester his Travels and Troubles Chisul's Danger of being almost a Christian in 12. Choyce Occasional Sermons Mr. Grenfield's Sermon in behalf of the Loyal party Mr. Stone 's Sermon at St. Pauls Octob. 20 1661 against Rebellion Mr. Walwin's Sermon on the happy Return of King Charles the second Eight Choice Sermons preached by Bishop Usher in Oxford in the time of War in 4. A Treatise of Moderation by Mr. Gaule in 8. St. Boneventure's Solioquies in 4. All Mr. L'Estrange's Pieces against Mr. Bagshaw and the Presbyterians Speeds Husbandry in 8. The glories and Magnificent Triumphs of the Restitution of King Charles the Second shewing his Entertainment in Holland and his passage through London and the Countrey comprising all the Honours done to and conferr'd by him By James Heath formerly Student of Ch. Ch. in Oxon. The Covenant discharged by J. Russel in 4. The compleat art of Water-drawing in 4. The Harmony of the World in 8. in 3 parts The Temple of Wisdom useful for all persons being a Magical Discourse in 8. both by John Heyden Esq Jews in America by Mr. Thorogood in 4. Blood for Blood in 35. Tragical stories the five last being the sad product of our late Rebellion in 8. A Discourse of all the Imperfections of Women in 8. Mr. Morton's Rule of Life in 8. A Geographical Dictionary of all the Towns and Cities in the World Holy Anthems sung in all Cathedrals and Collegiate Churches in England Schriverius Lexicon Greek and Latine the fourth Edition much enlarged A learned Exposition on the Proverbs Ecclesiastes Canticles and the Major Prophets by John Trap M.A. The Crums of Comfort The History of the Bible The List of the Loyal party And Case FINIS * Host of the Crown
wit Just as the praiser on the humour hit Encomiums like 〈◊〉 Sermons grew All car'd how well to speak but none how true The Knave and Dunce with both of us did speed As th' Poets humor'd or the Levite fee'd This made wise Readers all our votes despise And their contempt made future writers wise To praise friends wits is out of fashion grown We only now break jests to shew our own ALEX. BROME To the ingenious Mr. Henry Bold on his publishing his Poems THE Press of late became as common As Barbers-Chair or naughty Woman When all fanatique Humours were Frequently broach'd as Ale or Beer But safe in neither such a Crowd Of Ale and History being allow'd A Fresh-man or an elder Brother Was poyson'd straight by one or t'other Had these been extant then th 'ad thought Thy Nectar of the common Draught Like those who little skill'd in Wine Applaud a Tavern for the Sign And hang their gross Opinions there That Sack with Lime to them is rare Just as the Drunken Common Sewer Does with an even throat devour All that 's sent to it so did They Erst swallow Books a greedy way But 't was as Mariott when he feasted Neither half chew'd nor half-digested Kind Providence which thought that Fate Vnfit for thee ordain'd thy date From this blest Age grown now so clear That stead of Glow-worms Stars appear And glorious too but when all 's done 'T is thou that art Apollo's Son But 'cause I Love I write and not to praise He must deserve is fit to give thee Bayes V. Oldis POEMS SONG I. 1. THou Glorious Envy of the Nation Whose renowned Graces Far transcend the Fancies Of a Lovers Brain Whose blooming Cheeks out-vy Carnation While thy Look surpasses Those resplendent Glances Aâ— High-noon do raigne Thy Curious Locks so nicely curl'd Their Every Hair Our Souls ensnare And by a sweet Surprisal Captive all the World The Melting Corals of thy Lips Distill such Balme That in the quame Of a Heart breaking Mistriss He revives that Sipps 2. Thy Graceful Motion and Behaviour Might excuse a Beauty Less in debt to Nature Then thy fayrer Face Where Lovely Ayres and Comely Favor Do Conjure a Duty To Adore your Feature Dwells upon your Place The flowry sweets thy Breasts do wear Shall ne're consume Their rich perfume But make a lasting Summer Flourish all your Year Between whose Hills the Boy doth lye And exercise His Tyrannies Yet joyes us that he doth his Murthers handsomely 3. He 's blest who climbs that swelling Mountain In whose gloomy Valley Sits the Queen of Pleasure In her Royal Fort Bath'd in the streams o th' Odorous Fountain Whence full joyes do sally In o're flowing Measure For the Amorous Sport Where circling in a Genial Kiss I would controule Disputes o' th' School And thence maintain a real Metempsychosis But nought can her Affection move Though Jove to boot Should Court her to 't Florilla wanteth nothing To be Love but Love SONG II. 1. LOve let me have my Mistress such If I must needs have One Whose Mettall will endure the Touch Whose Touch will try the Stone Let her have sense I aske no more A Womans Reason I abhorre 2. Her noon like Eyes should shine so Clear And be so fixt on Mine The Salamander Babies there Should Kindle and Entwine Then Look me Dead that Men may sweaâ— There is no Basilick but Her 3. If th' upper Manna-Lips distill The Sweets of Every food To Sauce the Appetite not fill The Lover Limbeck's good To rellish which let Love invent A way to Crane his Instrument 4. The Thrilloes of her Siren Noice Should Charme an Adders Eare And were she Echo'd all to Voice I 'de be in Love with Her To be Chamaeleon'd who would care So he might juncate on such Ayre 5. I 'de have her Panther in her Breath And Phaenix in her Breast The Vallies that are Vnderneath The Spicery of the East I 'de have Her without much a do But Loe I 'de have her Naked too In spight of Fates thus would I lye Mandrackt to all Eternity SONG III. 1. MIne own Basina come a long The Subject of my Song For thee I long And know my Pretty sweetness know Since thou lov'st me I welcome nothing in the World but Thee 2. Unveyle those Damask Cheeks of Thine Where every graceful Line Is so Divine That were I to receive my Death By thy Fair Eye I 'de Court it bury'd in your Pits to lye 3. Yet cloud thy Face thy Veile keep on If all should gaze thereon They were undone For it may chance thy random Darts Will kill them too Whom I 'de not Wish so Good a Death unto 4. Display thine Armes thy Wealth unfold While like to Jove of old In Liquid Gold I do Carouse it in Lov 's Bowle To such a Bliss Our Souls shall mingle while our bodys Kiss 5. Thus will we Live thus will we Love Till even the gods above Shall Envious prove And after Death we 'l Joy as They Till that appear We 'l have Elizium here as they have there SONG IV. 1. CHloris forbear a While Do not o're joy me Vrge not another Smile Lest it Destroy me That Beauty pleases most And is Best taking Which soon is Woon soon lost Kind yet forsaking I Love a Coming Lady faith I do But now and then I 'de have her scornful too 2. Ore cloud those Eyes of thine Bo-peepe thy Features Warme with an April shine Scorch not thy Creatures Still to display thy Ware Still to be fooling Argues how rude you are In Cupides Schooling Disdain begets a Suit Scorn draws us nigh T is cause I would and cannot makes me Try 3. Fayrest I 'de have theâ— Wise When Gallants view thee And Court do thou despise Flye they 'l persue thee Fasts move an Appetite Make Hunger greater Who 's stinted of Delight Fall's to 't the better Be Kind and Coy by turns be calme rough And buckle now and then and that 's enough SONG V. 1. I 'le Swear they Lye who say they Love One onely Beauteous Face He 's Mad or Honest does not prove A Score in three days space I me a la mode My self pretend that I Am here all-over Love and there could Dye When Faith there 's no such matter seriously 2. Most earnest Love is but in jest I Ladys are cheated all I 've now a hundred Girles at least That do me Servant call I 've Courted them aliâ—e have vow'd sworn My flames of Love a like for All did â—urn When 't is for Her who best will serve my Turn 3. And yet I think my Love 's as True As Constant every way As their's who colour for 't in Blew And Cupid's prizes play Shew me the Lad who best Loves Feat caâ— Dâ— I 'le Do as much as He perhaps More too Yet ne're could Love above an hour or so SONG VI. 1. WHat though thy Feature Fairest Creature Passeth curious fancy far And
I swear Those above might rival her 4. But alas Those Suns are gone And that Heavenly musiâ—k done Yet return those murthering Eyes To behold your Sacrifice Nor think I thou joy'st to see Love sick-Souls should die for thee But to Sweeten death for me 5. Or if that Lady in whose Breast My fled Heart is lodg'd a Guest Will Exchange but Oh! I fear Her 's is stray'd some other where I may Live if not I dye Martyr to her Diety To encrease her Victory 6. Her a brown Hair a snare might prove To entangle captive Jove In the Circles of her Eye Cupids fetter'd Rebels lye Would'st thou know who thâ—s might be That hath stolne my Heart from me These few marks will say t is she SONG XXIII 1. FAith tell me Chloris pry'thee do I 'le do as much for thee Why when I would thou still say'st No Thou wilt and yet thou wilt not too Thou Lov'st the sport I 'me sure if thou 'lt be Forward as I th' art like t' have none for me 2. Consider 't little Fool be wise I know the subtilty That which you now so highly prize When out o th' humour I dispise 'T is meerly dulness and vain foppery If th' ast a mind to 't speak or faith not I. 3. And why not this at first as last I knew thy mind was to 't No reason still to pray and fast Pin'd Love must feast when that is past Come Come be wiser 'gainst another suit And ne're make many words but pry'thee Doe 't SONG XXIV 1. COme Kiss me sweet let 's banquet on delight And teach Love how to surfet Kiss agen You must spend free to sate his Appetite Nay be no niggard what is nine or ten Love soon digests these should you thousands score And only whets his stomach still for more 2. I 'le tast those Apples in thine Autumn cheek The cherries of thy Lips suffice not me Those are not single Dainties Love doth seek I mean to ravish all the sweets of thee The Tast to other sences can't dispence I must have sweets for every sweet of sence 3. I 'le Touâ—h those downy hills where Love with 's Bow Lyes in the vally on a bed of spice O're which my busie band shall wandring go And search out Cupit lurkt in 's Paradice Thence to thy â—ower of Hony suckles where Venus shall Court my stay to bath with Her 4. Then shall I smel sent from those Lips of thine A scent more sweet then sally'd from the Trees Of Balme in Eden kindlier breath'd on mine Then winds which whistle Phaenix Exequies Or Frankincense for Jove that 's gently sweat From all your Beauties through a virtual heat 5. Now will I hear by thine harmonious voice Such moving accents as might teach the Sphears A choicer Musick and whose powerful noice Perforce acts Raps on Hearts and Charms all Ears Which when 't hath turn'd us stones it then can do As Orpheus did and make us Dancers too 6. Then will I fix mine Eyes on thee my dear And nayle them to thy Beauties let thine Eye Dart all the shafts of Cupid I 'le not fear But stand thy mark 't were happy so to Dye Whereon could I but gaze my death to see I 'de be Enamored of Mortality 7. But say Dear Heart can Love be sated so 'T is true the sences thus are singly pleasâ—d But to feast him alas 't will nothing do A greedy Lovers hunger ne're is eas'd Since then for all sweets Love at once dotâ— call Give me not these alone but give me all SONG XXV 1. AWay Chloris give o're Insult on me no more But let thine Fye Now bid a Kingdome dye And in their funeral flames thy powers adore And when Thou canst not find A nobler mind Then mine Love's deaths to prove Let pitty move Thee to retire And quench desire With mutual flames to Crown my Loâ—e 2. Alas no Triumph lies In taking single prize Thine Honour 's staind Though th' ast the Baggage gain'd And let'st an Army scape thy victories To thee The thing 's the same An Host t' have tane As me Thine only Slave When thou canst have Artillery â—n either Eye Enough to make the World a Grave SONG XXVI 1. T Is since thine Eyès Did mine surprize Time vainly lent And idly spent groce of houres and more And now grown kind Thou hop'st to find My giddy mind Enclin'd As 't was before 'T is true thy Beauties once did take And for their sake I could have Lov'd thee too But e'ne Adiew Give me the new For such as you I 'me not i th' humour now 2. Had'st thou been wise And not so nice The rich Treasures Of Lov 's pleasures Thou mightst have call'd thine Own But now th' ast lost What thou lov'd'st most And Faâ—e as just Hath crost Thy poor design For hadst thou ta'ne me in the Nick For praise or prick None could have done like me But falne from that As thou know'st what I would be at I've nought to do with thee SONG XXVII 1. KNow dearest beauty those your Eyes Whose beams you so like lightning dart Have found a passage to my heart Which flaming at Loves Altar lies And if not quencht with pitty dyes 2. I Burne yet you hard Heart restraine The Remedy should coole my heat Oh do not thus my passion cheat Starve with a Frown or heal my pain Or grant me Love or force disdain 3. Torment not thus insultingly A martyr'd and a kneeling Soul Whose fault you may with love controul Through your preserving murthering Fye Although it let me live I dye 4. Yet see Lov 's deeper Mystery For though these beams do scorch my heart I glory in the pleasing smart And in the flames of your bright Eye Dying to Live I 'de living Dye SONG XXVIII 1. TUsh Love or say thou wilt not I 'me content 'T is but an hour idley spent And e'ne that 's all Whatever Chance befall Mine Eager Love Admits no lingring stay Nor will I vainly Talke the Time away Tell me thou canst not Love and I 'le be gonâ— I 've other Mistresses to wait upon 2. Give me the Buxom lass whose Warmer spright Likes and Loves at the first sight My mind requires The Freedom of desires Like busie Bees That Court the youthful Field And ravish all The sweets the Virgins yield So Giddy Love sooth'd in his Wanton plaâ— Takes here and there a Touch but thâ— awâ—â— SONG XXIX 1. I 've seen thy Face and now can swear Nature hath puzled Art For Tongue nor Pen can ne're declare How sweet how Fair thou art Whose high Divinity And awful Majesty All Gazers so enthral That the Wild fire Of my desire Dares not aspire To flame to Love unless thou say'st It shall 2. How forcing are those Looks of thine How Charming are thine Eyes A thousand hearts kneel at thy shrine A ready sacrifice Each one painting with pain And longing to be slain By a smile from thy Brow
the bury'd As raise Love with such dull Charmes Sacrifice a Glass of Claret To each Letter of her Name The gods have oft descended for it Mortals should much more the same If She come not at that Flood Sleep will come and that 's as Good B. 3. Cloudy Browes do presage Weeping And who would not hear our Cryes Who the Grave hath had in Keeping Would to pitty Love arise Offer up a Yoke of Kisses To the Damo'sell you adore Jove for such a Bliss as this is Would come now though ne're before If this way she can't be had Drinking comes and that 's as Bad. SONG LXIV A Mock 1. FEar not my Genius to unfold My silent Thoughts by these Let Women born to be contrould Receive them as they please Their long Usurped Monarchy Hath made me hate their Tyranny B. 1. Tremble Ill Nature to betray In idle Words thy thought That Women who our Passions sway Should be Contrould as Naught Their long continued Hierarchy Hath made me Love their Soveraignty 2. Let them and their Magnetique Charms As Harbingers before 'um Possess themselves of Cupits Arms As Baytes for to Adore ' um I 'le ne're commit Idolatry To Subjects born as well as I. B. 2. Let some one whose detracting Toung Is Vsher to his Witt Their Beauties and his Judgement wronge Whil'st I admireing sit It cannot be Idolatry To Worship such Divinity 3. Their Diety with them must fade It cannot be deny'd Then since the Pretty things were made Out of Old Adams side Le ts Love them still but know 't 't is thus We 'le Do 't because Th' are part of Vs. And let this then Suffice the Elves To say we Love them as our selves B. 3. Their Diety can ne're Decay 'T were Sin to say it should Then since th' are Forms not Cast in Clay But of a siner Mould We 'le Love them still with all our Hearts Because they are our Better parts And let this satisfie poor Men To puâ—chase thus their Ribb agen SONG LXV A Mock 1 NOw I confess I am in Love Although I thought I never should But 't is with one dropp'd from above Whom Nature made of better Mould So Fair so Good so all Divine I 'de quit the World to make her Mine B. 1. I 'le ne're Confess yet dare be hangd Although I hope 't will ne're be so If the best Girle that ever Twang'd Do make me Buckle to her Bow Or Fair or Foul what e're she be Of all the World she 's not for me 2. Have you not seen the Stars retreat When Sol salutes our Hemisphere So shrink those Beauties called Great When sweet Rosella doth appear Were she as other Women are I should not Love her nor Despair B. 2. Have you not seen Ecclipsed Sol When spangle Stars supply the Day So shine those Beauties thought but smal When Fair Florella's gone away But all alike I must refuse Nor e're will pick if I may chuse 3. For I could never bear a mind Willing to stoop to common faces Nor Confidence enough could find To aime at one so full of Graces Fortune and Nature did Decree No Woman should be fit for me B. 3. For I was ne're so given to 't With every Common Lass to Trade Nor e're had th' Impudence to Do 't With any Modest graceful Maid Nor Fate nor Art could ever move My sullen Heart to thoughts of Love SONG LXVI A Mock 1. BE gon Thou Fatal Feaver from me now be gone Let Love alone Let his Aetherial flames possess my Breast The fires of thy consuming heat no ayd requires But swift Desires Transport my passions to a Throne of Rest Where I who in the pride of health could never feel Such warmth to move By Sickness tam'd A 'm so Enflam'd I fee'le noe joy but Love And he who trifled many tedious hours away My Love to trye In little space Hath gain'd the Grace To have more power then I. B. 1. Away you Grevious Things call'd Mistresseâ— away Yeild Sack the Day Let her Diviner sparkes in flame my Breast The heat of whose Virtue 's so Compleaâ— That for the feat My fancy 's carry'd here to seat it's rest Where I who in the height of Love coulâ— never find Such warmth to stirre By Sack in spird Am now so fir'd I joy in None but Her And I who have been Occupy'd an hour sometimes A Love to Winne In lesser space Have gain'd the Grace To care not for 't a Pinne 2. Depart Thou fatal Feaver from me noâ— Deparâ— Think not my Heart To thy dull flames shall be a Sacrifice A Maid Dread Cupid now hath on the Aâ—tar laiâ— By thee betraid A Rich Oblation to restore thine Eyes But yet my fore acknowledgment shaâ—â— testifâ—â— Thou hast no Craft To bend thy Bow Against a Foe That aim'd to catch the shaft â—or did I fear though at my Bosome all at once Such Darts did move She that receives A thousand Sheaves She can no more but Love B. 2. â—F for all you Femal Creatures now a F Ne're think my Heart In your Weak flames shall burn a Sacrifice â— Blade god Bacchus here hath at the Tavern had Now by thee made A stronger Fire to Blaze out his Fyes â—ut yet my late acknowledgment shall Justifie Thou hast no Craft My flames to Drown When once high flown With ne're so great a Draught â—or would I care though for an Ocean all at once My Guts had space He that Topes up The thousandth Cup He can no more but Blaze 3. No more Physitians let me try your Brains Pray give me o're I have a Cure in Physick never read no more Though you as skillfull Doctors all the world do know In Learning flow You may as well go practice on the Dead But if my Gerard daigne to view me witâ— His Glorious Lookes I make no doubt To Live without Physitians and their Books T is he who with his balmy Kisses can restoâ—â— My latest breath What bliss is This To Gaine a Kiss And save a Maid from Death B. 3. No more You Physickt Ladies I 'le you helps implore But give you o're I have a Cure your Beauties ne're did proâ—â—â— Though you have saving Virtues Love 〈◊〉 Lovers know And tell you so Practice on those that swear they 'le dye for Love But if I view Canaries sparkling Beauties In a Glass I Question not The Going to pott ' Spight of a Ladies Face 'T is she who with her Sugard Kisses caâ— Preservâ—â— My failing Breath What bliss like this A Cup to Kiss And save a man from Death 〈◊〉 you Divine ones of another world I bow And will allow â—our sacred precepts if you 'l grant me this â—at He whom I adore ev'n next your Diety May go with me â—ithout his presence there can be no bliss teach your Tenents of Eternity to those That aged be â—o not perswade Love sick Maid There 's any Heaven but He â— stay methinks an Icy slumber doth
his need for heark it pray Those passages are full each market day At length he spyes a Hedge and we must line't He had no stool but oft untrussed a point With that one cry'd slid I could spurn ye friend When think'st we shall come to our journey's end Hold time enough says he Indeed 't was scarce one I think o th' Clock but we arriv'd at Marston Where when we came to tell the manner fully We went up toward the House of the Ruff Cully Which being near the Church as is my Custome I askt for th' Wat'ring-house thinking there must some Be sold i th' Town well knowing Thief to Gallows Is not so proper as near Church an Ale-house But faith here 's none at last a good luck on ye They shew us where we may have Ale for Money Then longer there to stay 't was folly for So strait we trade to th' House of Oliver For so mine Host was nam'd whose sign was little Of none at all only Childrens Whittle And Pissing Clouts of all sorts there were in place And eke the Mothers Wastcoat with a greenlace And the old Boyes Breeches too which were not slovenly For they were right true blue by th' Mass 't was Coventry The Divel had been here for I 'le be sworn What e're the Cry and Wooll was th' Hoggs were shornâ— But comeing near the Doore the Child beseeches One Having bewray'd himself to help is breeches on When strait a sight which one much â—touter-fears In comes mine Hostess with hair 'bout her Eares For truth to stain the cause of this her frowsing Was at her Neighbours house sh' had been a Lowsing But in good time she came as it did fall out And having farm'd his Linings clapt on Tayl-clout She prayes us draw near house we tripping than Glose after found o th' Board a dripping-pan But heark ye friends 't is well if they a crust eat The dripping-pan was no such sign of Roast-meat For I believe t is worth your listenning Spit ne're went there since Nanties Christning But now 't was us'd with Comb halterd with pack thread To fetch the Nits out of young Alces black-head Well having ta'ne away the spoons platter We sat us down to make short of the matter Where ten to one but that a body shall Meet with the stories of the Prodigall I mean i th' ball but you may call 't a kitchin For it was all their Room when comes the Witch in Ugly as Pluto's dam whom strait we cal to 's To shew a Room she lead us through the Malt-house Thence to the Hay-born but I can't tell how then At length we crowded are into the Cow-pen Which being unthatcht the busie Sun would scarce let 's Stay long but thence to th' Garden sown with harsleâ—s We drive away where by chance at a Barns end Whither for many years God did no Corâ— send We found a shady place where like to finâ— fooles One on the Grass sate down and two on Joynt-stooles And for a Table where to set the Water She brings the Washing block the legs came after Then like to Mother Gubbins mode in Chauceâ— Sends out the Flagon coverd with a Saucer And was indeed well fill'd to th' brinâ— e'ne up Hostess sayes one go fetch a Drinking-cup Which spying aske let 's see what pot d'yâ— carry What 's in it Medicines from the Apothecary One swore it was the others said sure ' tiâ— not But furr'd it was like old wifes Earthen piss-pâ— The Ale which sets one soon one's wits on side Was brew'd indeed for th' Bumps at Whitsontide Or Fryday night 'gainst Sunday thinking then some Would come and sting their Noses after En'som And was as muddy to our senses outward As is a standing pool whose cream is Cowturd Well! here 's to th' King all knowing then it down must One for a Gully-soaker cals a brown crust But oh how brown it was good faith I can't se 't Hopkins affliction bread to this was Manchet And was as sower to the tast I swear As if all Israels Leven had been there When they were feeding on their Eastere Vittle They ne're markt what St. Paul sayes of a Little But this I 'le say which not the least disgrace is I 'me sure it made us make ill favourd faces I pr'y the shew me friend if e're thou seest one That looks but half so sower as did H. Beeston Now having done and all things t'ane away We call mine Hostess ask her what 's to pay A Groat quoth she for which we give her six pence Then she beseeches us to come some weeks thence And none should be more welcome urges reason Sayes Beans and Harslets then would be in season But if I come where I 'de not wish with Pug Jipp I 'le give you leave to Kiss my Tayl wiâ—h Dog-whipp Hence this shall bear part in my Letanie From Marston Ale-House Lord deliver me To W. M. Esq I being in a Course of Physick and newly recoverd of a Squinancy February 1659. FOr Burr of Ear and Burr in Throat 'T is better with me then i th' Moat Ed Chamber when for fear of Squincy Toung was worm'd and Woolsie Lincy Hooded Head like Hawke with Muzzle A Sight would put one to the Puzzle Not unlike Ben. Johnsons Morose That was wrapt and wrapt before us Those thousand things if I could speak 'um As Hampshire-hony Album Graecum Flack Wooll with Drop of Aqua-vitae Ears of Jew a Dose would fright ye For the Vunla the seeds of Cummin With Roasted Egg and Dog's T some in All these are laid aside but worse I'â—e Medicines now â—or any Horse Potions and Vomits with a Glyster Bolus and Mass of Pills for Mister Bold diseas'd with Stâ—ne o th' Kidney Or Bladder not like Kester Sidney Who was wont with knitting Needle ' Eâ—e he piss'd with Tool to meddle To make passage for his Urine No! I am sound as Roach but curing Mongst other Griefs for nothing swerve I The Downright Dropsie and the Scurvey For I am not so full of Mocks Or Riches to nick name the Pocks Or see the searchers of the City To cry when I am Dead T is pitty This man e'ne pin'd away with Grief He 's e'ne Consum'd to nought in breif Let him make One amongst this Weeks Account Consumption Eighty six But heark you Friend though I am still At Death's Door will I fear none ill And therefore send this as a warning To tell you I will come i th' morning And Drink your Health however fare I Till then and ever Your Bold Harry A Journey from Oxon 1656. HALL WHen I lately came from Oxford Unlike that Lad that under knocks bord When he does cry White I Love thee For friend I think you can't disprove me I never yet was known to flinch From any Moysture less from Wench But being now with foot in stirrup To take my leave o th' City Syrup E'ne at the Sign of Babe and Eagle