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england_n	henry_n	king_n	son_n	33,152	5	6.0091	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A13482	The olde, old, very olde man: or the age and long life of Thomas Par the sonne of John Parr of Winnington in the parish of Alberbury; in the country of Salopp, (or Shropshire) who was borne in the raigne of King Edward the 4th. and is now living in the Strand, being aged 152. yeares and odd monethes. His manner of life and conversation in so long a pilgrimage; his marriages, and his bringing up to London about the end of September last. 1635. Written by Iohn Taylor.	Taylor, John, 1580-1653.	1635 (1635)	STC 23781; ESTC S102639	9,432	32

be merry Drinke Ale and now and then a cup of Sherry Loves Company and Vnderstanding talke And on both sides held up will sometimes walk And though old Age his face with wrinckles fill He hath been handsome and is comely still Well fac'd and though his Beard not oft corrected Yet neare it growes not like a Beard neglected From head to heele his body hath all over A Quick-set Thick-set nat'rall hairy cover And thus as my dull weake Invention can I have Annatomiz'd this poore Old Man Though Age be incident to most transgressing Yet Time well spent makes Age to be a blessing And if our studies would but daign to look And seriously to ponder Natures Booke We there may read that Man the noblest Creature By ryot and excesse doth murder Nature This man nere fed on deare compounded dishes Of Metamorphos'd beasts fruits fowls and fishes The earth and ayre the boundlesse Ocean Were never rak'd nor sorrag'd for this Man Nor ever did Physician to his coast Send purging Physick through his guts in post In all his lifetime he was never knowne That drinking others healths he lost his owne The Dutch the French the Greek and Spanish Grape Vpon his reason never made a Rape For Ryot is for Troy an Annagram And Ryot wasted Troy with sword and flame And surely that which will a Kingdome spill Hath much more power one silly man to kill Whilst sensuality the Pallat pleases The body 's fill'd with surfets and diseases By Ryot more than War men slaughtred be From which confusion this Old Man is free He once was catch'd in the Venerall Sin And being punish'd did experience win That carefull feare his Conscience so did strike He never would againe attempt the like Which to our understandings may expresse Mens dayes are shortned through lasciviousnesse And that a competent contenting Dyet Makes men live long and soundly sleepe in quiet Mistake me not I speake not to debar Good fare of all sorts for all Creatures are Made for mans use and may by Man be us'd Not by voratious Gluttony abus'd For hee that dares to scandall or deprave Good hous-keeping Oh hang up such a Knave Rather commend what is not to be found Then injure that which makes the world renownd Bounty hath got a spice of Lethargie And liberall noble Hospitallity Lyes in consumption almost pin'd to death And Charity benum'd neere out of Breath May Englands few good hous-keepers be blest With endlesse Glory and eternall Rest And may their Goods Lands and their hapy Seed With heav'ns best Blessings multiply and breed 'T is madnesse to build heigh with stone and lime Great houses that may seeme the Clouds to clime With spacious Halls large Galleries brave roomes Fit to receive a King Peeres Squires and Groomes Amongst which rooms the devill hath put a Witch in And made a small Tobacco-box the Kitchin For Covetousnesse the Mint of Mischiefe is And Christian Bounty the High-way to Blisse To weare a Farm in shoo-strings edg'd with gold And spangled Garters worth a Coppy hold A hose and dublet which a Lordship cost A gawdy cloake three Manours price almost A Beaver Band and Feather for the head Priz'd at the Churches tythe the poor mans bread For which the Wearers are fear'd and abhorr'd Like Ieroboams golden Calves ador'd This double treble a god man I woe Knowes and remembers when these things were Good wholsome labour was his exercise Down w th the Lamb with the Lark would rise In myre and toyling sweat hee spent the day And to his Teame he whistled Time away The Cock his night Clock and till day was done His Watch and chiefe Sun-Diall was the Sun Hee was of old Pithagoras opinion That green cheese was most wholsom with an onion Course Mesclin Bread and for his daily swigg Milke Butter-milk and Water Whay and Whigg Sometimes Metheglin and by fortune happie He sometimes sip'd a Cup of Ale most nappie Syder or Perry when her did repaire T' a Whitson Ale Wake Wedding or a Faire Or when in Christmas time he was a Guest At his good Land-lords house amongst the rest Else hee had little leasure Time to waste Or at the Ale house huffe-cap Ale to taste Nor did hee ever hunt a Taverne Fox Ne're knew a Coach Tobacco or the Pox His Phisicke was good Butter which the soyle Of Salop yeelds more sweet than Candy oyle And Garlick hee esteem'd above the rate Of Venice-Triacle or best Mithridate Hee entertain'd no Gowt no Ache he felt The ayre was good and temp'rat where he dwelt Whilst Mavisses and sweet tongu'd Nightingales Did chant him Roundelayes and Madigals Thus living within bounds of Natures Lawes Of his long lasting life may be some cause For though th' almighty all mans daies do measure And doth dispose of life and death at pleasure Yet Nature being wrong'd mans dayes and date May be abridg'd and God may tollerate But had the Father of this Thomas Parr His Grand-father and his Great grand-father Had their lives threds so long a length been spun They by succession might from Sire to Son Have been unwritten Chronicles and by Tradition shew Times mutabillity Then Parr might say he heard his Father well Say that his Grand-fire heard his Father tell The death of famous Edward the Confessor Harrold and William Conq'rour his successor How his Son Robert wan Ierusalem Ore-came the Sarazens and Conquer'd them How Rufus raign'd and 's Brother Henry next And how usurping Stev'n this Kingdome vext How Mawd the Empress the first Henries daughter To gaine her Right fill'd England full of slaughter Of second Henry's Rosamond the faire Of Richard Cuer-de-lyon his brave heire King Iohn and of the foule suspition Of Arthurs death Iohns elder Brothers Son Of the third Henries long raigne sixty yeares The Barons wars the losse of wrangling Peeres How Long-shanks did the Scots French convince Tam'd Wales and made his haples son their Prince How second Edward was Carnarvon call'd Beaten by Scots and by his Queen inthrall'd How the third Edward fifty yeares did raigne And t' honor'd Garters Order did ordaine Next how the second Richard liv'd and dy'd And how fourth Henries faction did divide The Realme with civill most uncivill war Twixt long contending Yorke and Lancaster How fift Henry swayd and how his son Sixt Henry a sad Pilgrimage did run Then of fourth Edward and faire Mistrisse Shore King Edwards Concubine Lord Hastings Then how fift Edward murthered with a trick Of the third Richard and then how that Dick Was by seventh Henries slaine at Bosworth field How he and 's son th' eighth Henry here did wield The Scepter how sixt Edward swayd How Mary rul'd and how that royall Mayd Elizabeth did Governe best of Dames And Phenix-like expir'd and how just Iames Another Phenix from her Ashes claimes The right of Britaines Scepter as his owne But changing for a better left the Crowne Where now 't is with King Charles and may it be