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Maggots, or, Poems on several subjects, never before handled by a schollar.
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Wesley, Samuel, 1662-1735.
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Plagues of Aegypt p. 82. And Accaron the Aiery Prince led on their various Host. f With his Tail 's whisk he long-long Ranks o'rethrows That Creature is reported to have a prodigious force in his Tail with which he sweeps down whate're comes near g The Turks when they ' l their Enemies assail For a red Flag hang out an Horse's Tail This is a Custom common with them to the Tartar and many other of those barbarous Nations If I misremember not they deduce this Custom from their great Ottoman the top of the Oguzian Family h Apis is gone nor can their Tears prevail i Yet they 'd not care had â—e but left his Tail The Aegyptians worshipping an Oxe is not orious nay that was one of their Di majorum Gentium their Saints and little sucking Gods were Rats Birds Cats and Leeks Onions Welch Deities But the manner of Devotiâ—on to their Oxe under the name of Apis Serapis Isis Osiris made even that too as extravagant as all the rest Among other Perquisites necessary for the Election of a new God which was every year after they had drown'd the old one indispensable was Two peculiar Hairs and no more on the Tail But why no more nor less as Dr. Fuller says the Devil knows This too explains the Verse following k T' adore the sacred Tail with two white Hairs l m Ovellana and Delaplata Two famous Rivers in the Indys n At a Cow's Tail the Indian stemms the Tide Thus Peter Martyr in his Decads He says 't is common with the Indians to tye a Stick cross-ways at the Tail of a Cow and seating themselves thereon drive her into the water who being used to the sport swins very faithfully with the Cargo behind If any doubt of the truth on 't 't is but stepping over for a day or two to the Indys and they may be speedily satisfy'd o Safer than Damocles when at the Board A single Hair sustain'd the shining Sword Damocles one of Dyonisius's Flatterers admiring the Tyrant's felicity was by his order to taste what 't was adorn'd with the Royal Robes and waited on as a Prince but for the sharp sawce with his sweet meat when thus in all his Grandezza at Table a naked Sword was hung over his Head ty'd only by a Hair which soon spoil'd his sport and made him glad of liberty again p Pure Carrots call'd pure Threads of beaten Gold Yellow hair was accounted a great piece of Beauty not only by the old Romans and that part of the World but here in England too Among other Receipts for finifying the face c. in an old English Book there 's a way to make the Hair yellow q Like Turkey Rams in a Triumphant Carr. Mr. Sands and others that write of the Eastern Countrys describe a kind of Sheep there whose Tails weigh forty-pound a piece and are alway drawn afâ—er 'em by a little Cart. r Let any say hur Cow is hurs that dare Alluding to a Story of a Welch-man who stole a Cow with a cut Tail and brouâ—ht it to Market but artificially sew'd on anther Tail The owner sees it at the Market loâ—ks wistly on 't and concludes if it had not a Taâ—l too much he durst swear 't was his own At this hur Welch Plud draws hur Knife cuts the Tail off above the place where 't was sow'd on throws t'other piece into the River and bids him now own it if he dar'd The Lyar. FOR Naked Truth let others write And fairly prove that Black 's not white Quarrel and scold then scratch and bite Till They 're with Cuffing weary Give me a Lye trickt neat and gay As fine as any Hedge in May Most think so too altho' they 'll say Perhaps the clean contrary The Courtier first is counted rude If he 's with Lying unendu'd Nay when he 's in his Altitude He gives it Oaths for Clenching The brisk and young sowre Truth despise And kick her back to th' Old and Wise Wenching's the Gallant 's Life a Lye's The very Life of Wenching Room for the Man of Parchment next Whose Comments so confound the Text And Truth 's High-road so much perplext One scarce can e're get at it With his own practice not content He 'll either quote or he ' l invent He 'll find or make a President And gravely lie by Statute Next the poor Scholar loaden comes With packs of Sentences and Summs Scratches his Head and bites his Thumbs For Truth is all his vigour Like Lynceus self O who but he a The Essences of things can see When he deceives but orderly And lies in Mood and Figure Who but the Poet ought t' appear I' th end who should bring up the Rear But he who without Wit or Fear Lays on his Lyes by Clusters Never of sneaking Truth afraid He 'll her with open Arms invade And dreadful Armies in his Aid Of his own Hero's musters Well since on all sides 't is confest A quiet life must needs be best who 'd think it hard to purchase rest By such a small complying Let him that will speak Truth for me Truth the worst Incivilitie I 'd rather in the Fashion be Since all the World 's for Lying NOTES a Like Lynceus self c. This Mr. Lynceus was you must know a mighty quick-sighted fellow He could see thro' Walls Houses and Ships at Sea at the greatest distance and But that 's enough already to believe at once On a Hat broke at Cudgels And then like greasie Coraubeck Pinn'd up behind no scabby Neck To shew Sr. The Ramble NO silly Frog nor Mouse no Snake nor Gnat Hag-rides my Muse 't is an unlucky Hat Whose sudden Rise and Fall I mean to tell O for a Dose of the Castalian Well a The Tunbridge of Olympus well may I My whistle wet for sure the Subject's dry At School of Hat I 've made a Pitcher trim And suck't sweet Water from its greasie brim But tho' it â—ent â—o th' Well so oft before At last 't is cracâ—'t alas and holds no more Of all the Coverings which have e're been found Or black or blew or green or square or round Crowns lin'd with Thorns with Reverence be it sed Beavers with Wigg a Felt with Logger-head High Cap of Maintenance low Cap of Fool High Cardinals Cap low Cover of Close-stool Little or great broad narrow course or fine Ne're was such an unlucky Hat as mine When Mr. Haberdasher was content For many a supple Cringe and Complement To trust me for 't at Interest twelve per Cent. From some good-natur'd Friend I know not who I made a shift to wring an Hat-band too Now all that see me wondring round me stand Like Nunckle quite disguiz'd in a clean Band. As if to N. or M. I backwards came They on me stare and ask me what 's my name They dream I 'm grown pileo donâ—tus free b From rusty Chains of lowsie Poetry But all their kind surmizes were in vain Nature held
my good friend John Bunnyan f Oraculous Bottles inspir'd of old The Spirit of Ob Webster and his Followers say was only a Bottle c. g This Engine curst Sycorax her self could subdue And this did a Viceroy out of Trincalo hew See the famous History of the Tempest or the Inchanted Island where this is explained h For malleable Glasses like the Consuls of Dantsick 'T is reported an ingenious Man had at Dantsick or somewhere there abouts te'n't much odds a Glass which after he had drunk he would throw on the ground bulge it and hammer it out agen a Out of Lucian's true History Part the First b AND now on a fair star-light Noon Our Ship launch'd off and gently left the Moon c So stoops the Sun to kiss his watry Fair And with bright Foot-steps paints the ambient Air. Boreas had lockt his Bullys in their Cave d And Birds of calm brood o're the marble wave But ah how treacherous are the smiles of Fate How slippery treads the blest and fortunate Twice the kind Sun had warm'd the chearful Skys Nor does less bright the third black day arise All dreadful bright it rose the Air was spread Far far around with ominous gloomy Red. Sad hollow Voices by the Pilot past e And one pale Light glar'd o're the trembling Mast. When such dark Bodings call'd for Aid Divine f We vow'd a Bull on Neptune's oozy Shrine Tho' Faâ—e was cross yet he so far did hear We were no longer rackt with doubtful fear For see Whole Heards of Whales make the white Ocean roar New Seas they spout and drive new Seas before The Tide they brought had washt us far away But one Leviathan's Charibdis made us stay He like some Tyrant Gudgeon floated by Amidst the little Minews trembling Fry Like Lacquys by with finny feet they ran Lean Poets all the rest he some fat Alderman And when the vast Abyss around him curl'd They seem'd but Mountains he alone a World We took his Latitude when sailing in g Full fifteen hundred Leagues from Fin to Fin His dreadful Iaws for our destruction bent Had Teeth each larger than the Monument And sharp as Needles near in Crooked-Lane h Set on some Diamond Island of the Main And now there 's not so much as room for Pray'r The last sad refuge of the Mariner These O my Wife these O my Children cry Then all shake hands and drink and bid Good-b'w'y ' Here had we been with such Provision stor'd i We should have thrown some Hogs-heads over-board k But here tho' we had robb'd the Moon and Sun An hundred Delos's had hardly done The Monster gapes unfinisht shrieks begin We sink we sink his Whirl-pool rolls us in Oceans are after Oceans on us hurl'd We shoot the Gulph and down we sail to view the under World NOTES a Part of Lucian's true History 'T is paraphrastically done tho I dare undertake the Original is followed at least as close by the Transverser as Truth by the Author b And now on a fair star-light Noon Lucian and the Ships Crew had taken a Voyage to the Land i' the Moon without the help either of Domingo's feathery or others Christal or Brazen Chariot or so much as the French Smith's Wings and after many strange Adventures met with you need not question in so strange a place is now just bound for Earth and Sea agen c So stoops the Sun to kiss his watry Fair. Apollo's pretty Hostess whom he uses a-nights to call in to But they are both very civil persons and certainly mean no manner of harm in the World I forgot to tell you her Name is Thetis d And Birds of calm brood o're the Marble wave These are a kind of Creatures the Poets have had the happiness to discover as Harpys Chymaera's c. when all the other less inquisitive or less lucky part of the World know nothing of ' em They are said to brood on the Sea at a set time in the year and Neptune while they are hatching is so complaisant to give 'em all fair weather If any would see any more of 'em let 'em enquire at Lucian's true History Second Part and they shall know farther e And one pale light glar'd o're the trembling Mast. Two Lights appearing on the Ship in a storm are counted good Omens one single bad f We vow'd a Bull on Neptune's oozy Shrine As common an Offering to Neptune of old as now a wax Candle to-my Lady of Loretto g Full fifteen hundred Leagues from Fin to Fin. I quote my Author I have it from Lucian himself and we must say of him here as he a little before of Aristophanes that he speaks like a learned Man and would not tell a lie for all the World h Set on some Diamond Island of the Main One of those Phaery Islands the Whale might know tho' we don't i We should have thrown some Hogs-heads over-board As is the Custom for Mariners when a Whale is near k But here tho' we had robb'd the Moon and Sun Delos being their Free-land settled in the Sea on purpose for the Birth-place of Apollo and Diana An Elegant Letter with a Copy of fine Verses by a London Wit in answer to a Lampoon Right Reverend Knawpost YOur Prodigious Chaos of Nonsence composed and wright by the Spawn of a Moabite I receiv'd and am satisfy'd that the Latitude of your Troble exceeds the Demensions of mine or you need not have given your self so much unnecessary labour to prove your self an inconsiderable Coxcomb The perusal of your Satyrical Rhetorical Lines made me admire to see so excellent a parrable 1 in your Parts and Person for as your Person is monstruous without the Aid and Assistance of modeish Accouterments were your Nose and Chinn an inch shorter so is there such a Chimaew 2 in your Disposition that without the assistance of good Literature the sense of your heroick Lines had rendred your Ape-ship more rediculous then an Ass. Thus admireing the work of Nature which hath created your Face so much like a Sunn-Dial that were it equally devided into twelve parts and as truly seated toward the South point as youâ— Affections are toward your Mistress the shade of your Nose would certainly when the Sunn shines descover the true time of the Day So I rest Your Servant So much for the Epistle the Poem followeth so much of it as the ill-natur'd Mice have left legible How doth the learned Critic stand Pensive and mad with Pen in hand Fraighted with store of amorous Wares Which many an Author owns for theirs He is a Fool that thinks it good To laugh at all that 's made of Wood 3 And eke in time may lifted be Unto the fatal wooden Tree In the Spark's Letter observe 't is spell'd in the same manner that ' tiâ— printed For the word mark'd with the figure 1 and wrote parrable I suppose he would ha' said parallel and figure 2. for Chimaew he means either Chymaera