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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A29623	Songs and other poems by Alex. Brome ...	Brome, Alexander, 1620-1666.	1664 (1664)	Wing B4853; ESTC R4313	148,082	391

Marriage is but a superfluity Nature did ne'r intend without all doubt T'hang such a Jewel only in his snowt Nor were you made only for one Mans food Nor for the private but the common good You have my heart and do but lend me thine I 'll give the Priest the lye and say th' art mine XL. On the turn-coat Clergy THat Clergy-men are changeable and teach That now ' gainst which they will to morrow preach Is an undoubted truth but that in this Their variation they do ought amiss I stedfastly deny The World we see Preserves it self by mutability And by an imitation each thing in it Preserves it self by changing every minute The Heavenly Ortes do move and change there 's The much admired musick of the spheres The Sun the Moon the Stars do alwaies vary The times turn round still nothing stationary Why then should we blame Clergy-men that do Because they 're Heav'nly like the Heavens go Nay th' Earth it self on which we tread they say Turns round and 's moving still then why not they Our bodies still are changing from our birth Till they return to their first matter Earth We draw in air and food that air and food Incorporates and turns our flesh and bloud Then we breath out our selves in sweat and vent Our flesh and bloud by use and excrement With such continual change that none can say He 's the same man that he was Yesterday Besides all Creatures cannot choose but be By much the worse for their stability For standing pools corrupt while running springs Yield sweet refreshment to all other things The highest Church-things oftenest change we know The weather-cock that stands o' th top does so The bells when rung in changes best do please The Nightingall that minstrel of the trees Varies her note while the dull Cucko sings Only one note no auditory brings Why then should we admire our Levites change Since 't is their nat'ral motion 'T is not strange To see a Fish to swim or Eagle fly Nor is their Protean mutability More worth our wonder but 't is so in fashion It merits our applause and imitation But I conclude lest while I speak of change I shall too far upon one subject range And so become unchangeable and by My practice give my doctrine here the lye XLI To his Friend Mr. I. W. on his Translation of a Romance FRom forain soyl He at the first did spring Whom conquest crown'd and custome kept our King And from the same this fancy whom this pen Has of an Alien made a Denizen Dispute who dares The issue of the brain Admits a transplantation like the train That buds with Stars and in this do hit The two fac Totums Monarchy and wit The industrious Merchant glutted with the things That are produced by our mother-springs Ransacks the Ocean trafficking for more And rarer beauties from the forain shore And makes our happiness not only be In necessaries but variety So thou with equal diligence hast gone To fetch the merchandize of Helicon Not but that wit and fancy here will be A Native and Staple commodity Or that composing stories and Romances Were only entayl'd to wits that live beyond Seas But as in dearth we oft supply our store From those that we perhaps reliev'd before So now when rare Inventions and immense Are parch'd and shrunk up into hardly sense For want of due rewards that shou'd distill From these new Tympanies and we call hills You 're fain to forage for what e'r must be Beyond Diurnals or a Mercury Yet ben't discourag'd for here 's no Excise Nor custome paid on these commodities And he that trades in wit by Sea or Land Needs not a convoy fears no Rocks nor Sand. This traffick is secure against the thump Of Spains armado or the Belgick Trump And the proceed on 't though in this mad Nation Is free from plunder and from sequestration I do commend thy choice too for of all The Sciences this is most cordial Presenting notions to the curious mind Of what below we never see nor find Herein do differ History and this This shews what ought to be that shews what is Ungrateful we if that we should receive This precious Jewel and should nothing give To Thee or to its Author therefore I Offer these lines to both your memory To testifie my thanks though not my skill What 's so well done must not be praised ill But I nick-name my duty when I say I give or offer when I only pay XLII A Satyre on the Rebellion URge me no more to sing I am not able To raise a note Songs are abominable Yea David's Psalms do now begin to be Tun'd out of Church by hymns extempore No accents are so pleasant now as those That are Caesura'd through the Pastors nose I 'll only weep our misery and ruth I am no Poet for I speak the truth Behold a self against it self doth fight And the left hand prevails above the right The grumbling guts i' th belly of the State Unthankful for the wholsome food they ate Belch at their head and do begin to slight The Cates to which they had an appetite They long for kickshawes and new fangled dishes Not which all love but which each fancy wishes Behold a glorious Phoebus tumbling down While the rebellious Bears usurp the Crown Behold a Teem of Phaetons aspire To guide the Sun and set the World on fire All goes to wrack and it must needs be so When those would run that know not how to go Behold a lawful Soveraign to whose mind Dishonesty's a stranger now confin'd To the Anarchick pow'r of those whose reason Is flat Rebellion and their truth is Treason Behold the loyal Subjects pill'd and poll'd And from Algier to Tunis bought and sold Their Goods sequestred by a legal stealth The private robb'd t' uphold the Common-wealth And those the only plunderers are grown Of others States that had none of their own Robbers no more by night in secret go They have a Licence now for what they do If any to the Rulers do complain They know no other godliness but gain Nor give us any plaister for the sore Of paying much but only paying more What e'r we do or speak how e'r we live All is acquitted if we will but Give They sit in Bulwarks and do make the lawes But fair pretences to a fowler cause And Horse-leech-like cry give what e'r they say Or sing the burden of their song is Pay How wretched is that State how full of wo When those that should preserve do overthrow When they rule us and o'r them money raigns Who still cry Give and alwaies gape for gains But on those Judges lies a heavy curse That measure crimes by the Delinquents purse The time will come when they do cease to live Some will cry Take as fast as they cry'd Give XLIII On a pair of Virginals DEath that ties up the tongues of Man Beast And to