weaknes may babble of Reformation thougâ— to no end and so I end FINIS The Nipping or Snipping of ABVSES OR The Wooll-gatheÌ„ring ôf VVit A Skeltonicall salutation to those that know how to reade and not merre the sense with hacking or mis-construction THou true vnderstander my inuention doth wander with the quill of a Gander to shield mee from slander to thy good protection I yeeld in subiection my poore imperfection with friendly correction and as thou dost â—â—e or stroake mee or strike mee reproue mee or proue mee or mooue mee â—â— loue mee or quiteme or spight me friend me or mend me or else not offend â—â—â—â— If in ought that is written thy humors are bitten seeme not to espy it and â—one will descry it But if thou doest kick the spurre sure will prick and if thou â—â—â—â—ing the waspe then will sting My verses are made to ride euery Iade but â—â—are forbidden of Iades to be ridden they shall not bee snaffled nor braued â—or baffled wert thou George with thy Naggon that foughtst with Draggon or â—â—re you Great Pompey my verse should bethumpe ye if you like a Iauel against â—â—â— dare cauill I doe not intend it as now to commend it or yet to defend it But â—â— mee I doe send it to like it or mend it and when thou hast end it applaud it â—â— rent it my wits I could bristle for a better Epistle but yet at this time this â—â—â— Rime I send to thy view because it is new So Reader adue I thine if thou mine IOHN TAYLOR To the Castalian Water-writer Splende dignoscar â— Diall set vpon an eminent place â— iâ— clouds doe interuall Apolloes face â—â—â—â— a flgur'd shape whereby we knowe â—â—le of Time which it doth owe â—â— expectations yet wee see â—â—â—ctes by which Times should distinguish'd be â—â—â—alelled punctuall ciphered lines â—â— by a shadow when the faire sunne shines Explaines the houres So if the Sonne of men Thy Glorious Patron deeme to blesse thy pen With his faire light Thy Muse so young so faire So well proportion'd in conceites so rare And Naturall streames and stile and eu'ry part That Nature therein doth exceed all Art Will then as with Enthusiasme inspir'd Print Legends by the world to be admir'd Thine Iames Ratray To my friend by land and by water Iohn Taylor THese leaues kind Iohn are not to wrap vp drams That doe containe thy witty Epigrams Let worser Poems serue for such abuse Whilst thine shall be reseru'd for better vse And let each Critick cauill what he can T is rarely written of a Water-man Thy friend assured Rob Branthwaite To his deare friend Master Iohn Taylor ME thinkes I see the Sculler in his boate With goodly motion glide along faire Thames And with a charming and bewitching noate So sweet delightfull tunes and ditties frames As greatest Lordingâ— and the nicest Dames That with attentiue eare did heare thy layès Of force should yeeld due merit to thy praise Worth to all Watermen straine forth thy voice To proue so pleasing in the worlds proud eye As eyes and eares and hearts may all reioyce To see heare muse vpon the melodie In contemplation of thy harmony Let Thames faire bankes thy worth and praises ring While I thy worth and praise beyond sea sing Tho Gent. To the Water-Poet Iohn Taylor Honest Iohn Taylor though I know 't no grace To thee or me for writing in this place Yet know I that the multitudes of friends Will thee protect from vile malignant mindes The rather cause what euer thou hast snowne Is no one mans inuention but thine owne Malicious minded men will thee dispraise Enuy debases all her selfe to raise Then rest content whilst to thy greater fame Both Art and Nature striue to raise thy name Thine euer as thou knowest R Cudner To my friend Iohn Taylor IF Homers verse in Greeke did merit praise If Naso in the Latine won the Bayes If Maro 'mongst the Romanes did excell If Tasso in the Tuscan tongue wrote well Then Taylor I conclude that thou hast don In English what immortall Baies haue won Thy friend Iohn Taylor To my honest friend Iohn Taylor THy Taylors shears foule vices wings â—â—â—â—â— The scames of impious dealings are vnript So Art-like thou these captious times hast quipt As if in Helicon thy pen were dipt All those who ' gainst thy worth are enuious lipt Thy sharpe Satyrick Muse hath nipt and sâ—ipâ—â— And to conclude thy nuention is not chipt Or stolne or borrowd begd or basely gript Then Taylor thy conceits are truely sowde And Sculler on my word it was well roude Thine to mybest powâ—â— Enoch Lyâ— In Laudem Authoris MOst commonly one Taylor will dispraise Anothers workmanship enuying alwaiâ—s At him that 's better then himselfe reputed Though he himselfe be but a botcher bruted So might it well be said of me my friend Should I not to thy worke some few lines lend Which to make probable this sentence tendeth Who not commends he surely discommendeth In my illiterate censure these thy rimes Deserue applause euen in these worst of times VVhen wit is onely worthy held in those On whom smooth flattery vaine praise bestoâ—es But I not minding with thy worth to flatter Do know thy wit too good to toyle by water Rob. Taylor To my friend IOHN TAYLOR THis worke of thine thou hast compil'd soâ—â—â— It merits better wits thy worth to tell Thine Maximilian Wâ—â— The Authours description of a Poet and Poesie with an Apology in defence of Naturall English Poetry SHall beggers dine into the Acts of Kings Shall Nature speake of supernat ' rall things â—â—â—â— Eagles flights attempted be by Gnats â—â—â—â— mighty Whales be portraied out by Sprats These things I know vnpossible to be â—â—â—d it is as vnpossible for mee That am a begger in these Kingly acts Which from the heau'ns true Poetrie extracts â—â—â— foole by Nature I â—â—â— neuer knew this high-bome mystery â—â—â— worthlesse gnat I know my selfe more weake â—â—â— the Princely Eagle dare to speake â—â—â—y sprat the Ocean seekes so sound â—â— seek this Whale though seeking he be drown'd â—â—â— to proceed a Poets Art I know â—â—â— compact of earthly things below â—â—â— is of any base substantiall mettle That in the worlds rotundity doth settle â—â—â—tis Immortall and it hath proceeding â—rom wheÌ„â—e diuinest soules haue all their breeding â—â— is a blessing â—â—â—u'n hath sent to men â—y men it is diâ—â—lged with their pen And by that propagation it is knowne And ouer all the world disperst and throwne â—â—â— verball elocution so refinde That it to Vertue animates mans minde The blessed Singer of blest Israel â—â— this rare Arte he rarely did excell He sweetly Poetiz'd in heau'nly verses â—â—â— lines which aye eternity rehearses â—â—â— and glorious great esteeme â—â—â— Câ—â—â—â— did a Poet deeme â—â—mired Virgils life doth plainely show â—â—t all the world a Poets worth may know â—â—â— leauing Israels King and Romane Caesar â—â—seeke in England English Poets
breath Thy liuing Muse shall still deâ—lare thy Art The fatall Sisters and the bless a Graces Were all thy friends at thy Natiuitie And in thy mind the Muses tooke their places Aâ—oring thee With care capaâ—itie And all the Worthies of this worthy Land Admires thy wâ—ndrâ—uâ— all admired worth Then how should I that cannot vnderstand Thy worth thy worthy â—â—â— sse set forth Yet beare the bold â—ffâ— of the houest Sculler Whose worthlesse praise can fill thy praise no fuller I.T. To my louing Friend Iohn Taylor COâ—ld my vnpractis'd pen aduance thy name Thou shouldst be feared on the wings of Fame For from thy toylesome Oare I wonder I How thy inuentâ—on siowes so ioâ—ondly Not hauing dream'd on faire Pernassus Hill With truitfull numbers to enrich thy Quill Nor hauing washt in that Pegassion Fount Which lends the wits such nimblenesse to mount With tickling rapture on Poetique straines On Thames the Muses floate that fils thy braines Thy happy wit produc'd thy happy times Which shall commâ—nd thee vnto after times And wortly enroll thy name 'mongst those Whose Temples are begirt with Lawrell bowes For footh to say a worke I saw not yet Lesse helpâ— with learning â—nd more grac'd with wit Then spight of enuie and detractions scorne Though Art thou want'st thou art a Poet borne And as a friend for names sake I 'le say thus Nee scombros metuentia Carminance thus Hen Tayler To the one and onely water-Poet and my Friend Iohn Taylor FResh-water Souldiers saile in shallow streames And Mile-end Captaines venture not their liueâ— A braine distempred brings forth idle dreames And gelded Sheathes haue seldome golden Kniues And painted faces none but fooles bewitch Thy Muse is plaine but witty faire and rich When thou didst first to Aganippe float Without thy knowledge as I surely thinke The Nayades did swim about thy boat And brought thee brauely to the Muses brinke Where Grace and Nature filling vp thy Fountaine Thy Muse came flowing from Pâ—rnessâ—â— Mounâ—â—â—â— So long may slow as is to thee most sit The boundlesse Occan of a Poets wit â—â—â— In laudem Authoris WIt Reason Grace Religion Nature Zeale Wrought all together in thy working brainâ— And to thy worke did set this certaine scale Pure is the colour that will take no staine What need I praise the worke it selfe doth praise In words in worth in sorme and matter to A world of wits are working many wayes But'few haue done what thou dost truly doe Was neuer I ailor shapt so fit a Coat Vnto the Corps of any earthly creature As thou hast made for that foule Romish Goat In true description of his diuellish nature Besides such matter of judicious wit With quaint conceits so sitting euery faâ—ciâ— As well may proue who scornes and spights at it Shall either shew their folly or their franzie Then let the Popes Buls roare Bell Booke Candle In all the Diuels circuit sound thy curse Whilst thou with truth dost euerie tryall handle God blesse thy worke and thou art ne're the worse And while hels friends their hateful so do pâ—oâ—e thee The Saints on earth God in heauen will loue thee Thy long friend Nâ—â—â—â—â— Bâ—â—tâ—â— VVHen Tybers siluer waues their Channel least And louely Thames her Wonted course fersait Then foule obliuion shall thy name bâ—reaue Drenching thy glory in her hell bred lake But till that time this scourge of Popery Shall crowne thy fame with immortality Thy friend assured Maximilian Wâ—â—â— To my louing Friend Iohn Taylor FErris gaue cause of vulgar wonderment When vnto Bristow in a boat he went Another with his Sculler ventured more That row'd to Flushing from our English shoare Another did deuise a woodden Whale Which vnto Cassice did from Douer saile Another with his Oares and slâ—nder Wherry From London vnto Antwerpe o're did Ferry Another maugre sickle fortunes teeth Rowed hence to Scotland and arriu'd at Leeth But thou hast made all these but triuiall things That from the Tower thy watry Scuiler brings To Hellicon most sacred in account And so arriued at Peru assas Mount And backe return'd Laden with Poets wit With all the Muses hands to witnesse it Who on their Sculler doth this praise bestow Not such another on the Thâ—â—â— doth row Thy louing Friend Sam Rowlands To my Friend both by Water and Land IOHN TAYLOR OFt hast thou trauail'd for me at thy Oare But neuer in this kind didst toyle before Toturne a Poet in this peeuish time It held as rare as I should write in rime For one of thy profession yet thy Art Sâ—â—passeth mine this serues to paint that part I meane thy Poetry which in â—â—â— lurks And not thy sweating skill in water-works I cannot but commend thy Booke and say Thou merit'st more then comman Scullers pay Then whistle off thy Muse and giue her scope That she may soundly cease vpon the Pope For well I see that he and many more Are dar'd by her which scarce was done before Prâ—â—â—d good Iohn and when th' ast done this worke Feare not to venter trussing of the Turke I like thy vaine I loue thee for those guifts Of Nature in thee farre about the shifts That others seeke plodding for what thy pen Wit Workes in thee learning in other men Then Natiue Language we haue done thee wrong To say th' art not compleat wanting the tongue Call'd Latine for bâ—cre's are shall â—â—â— the strife That neuer learned Latine word â—â—â— life Then to conclude I truly must confesse Many baue more beene taught but learned lesse Thy assured friend R. B. To my louing Friend IOHN TAYLOR SOme say kind â—â—â—â— thou art a Poet borne And none by Art which thou maist justly scorne For if without thy name they had but seene Thy lines thy lines had artificiall beene Opinion carries with it such a curse Although thy name makes not the verse the worse If then this worke variety affords Of Trophes of Figures Epethites and Words With no harsh accent and with iudgement too I pray what more can Art or Nature doe So that in thee thy Gâ—â—iâ—s doth impart To Artificiall Nature Naturall Art Thy old assured friend IO MORAY Prologue to the Reader GOod gentle Reader if I doe transgresse I know you know that I did ne're professe Vntill this time in Print to be a Poet And now to exercise my wits I show it View but the intrals of this little booke And thou wilt say that I some patnes haue tooke Paines mixt with pleasure pleasure ioyn'd with pain Produc'd this issue of my laboring braine But now me thinkes I heare some enuious throat Say I should deale no further then my Boat And ply my Fare and leaue my Epigram Minding ne Sutor vltra crepidam To such I answere Fortune giue her guists Some downe she throwes and some to honour lifts 'Mongst whom from me she hath with-held her store And giues me leaue to sweat it at my Oare And though with labour I my liuing purse Yet doe I thinke
â—mounted from my Couch and put to Sea â—ike Glasse the Oceans face was smooth and calme The gentle Ayre breath'd like Arabian Balme â—â—â— stormes and flawes lay sleeping in their Cels Whilst with much labour we Row'd o'r the Welles â—his was the greatest * We Rowed aboue 100. miles that day Day of worke indeed â—nd it behou'd vs much to make much speed â—or why before that day did quite expire â— â—â—epast the dangerous Wash to Lincolnshire And there in three houres space and little more ' We Row'd to Boston from the Norfolke shore Which by Report of people that dwell there â—â—â— six and twenty mile or very neere â—he way vnknowne and we no Pilot had â—â—â—â—â— Sands and Shoales and Tydes all raging mad â—hen Sands our passage many times denide â—â—â— put vs sometimes * Sands Iying crookedâ—â— our way making vs goe three or foure miles about at low â—â—â— three or foure miles wide â—â—â—ides the Flood runs there with such great force â—at I imagine it out-runnes a Horse â—nd with a head some 4 foot high that Rores â—â—â— on the sodaine swels and beats the Shores â—â—umbled vs a ground vpon the Sands â—nd all that we could doe with wit or hands â—oâ—ld not resist it but we were in doubt â— would haue beaten our Boates bottome out â—â—hath lesse mercy then Beare Wolfe or Tyger â—nd in those Countries it is call'd the * It is so called in M r. Drâ—ytous second part of Polyaâ—â—â— in his treatise of Humber Hyger We much were vnacquainted with those fashions â—nd much it troubled vs with sundry passions â—e thought the shore we neuer should recouer â—nd look'd still when our Boat would tumble ouer â—â—â— He that made all with his word of might â—â—ought vs to Boston where we lodg'd all night â—â—â— morrow morning when the Sun 'gan peepe â—â—wak'd and rub'd mine eyes and shak'd off sleepe â—â—d vnderstanding that the Riuer went â—â—om Boston vp to Lincolne and to Trent â—â—â—mber Owse Yorke and taking paine â—e need not come in sight of Sea againe â—ik'd the motion and made haste away â—â—â— Lincolne which was 50 mile that Day â—â—ich City in the 3. King Edwards Raigne â—s th' onely staple for this Kingdomes gaine â—or Leather Lead and Wooll and then was seene â—ue times ten Churches there but now Fifteene â—â—â— braâ—e Cathedrall Church there now doth stand â—hat searcely hath a fellow in this Land T is for a Godly vse a goodly Frame And beares the blessed Virgin Maries name The Towne is Ancient and by course of Fate Through Warres and Time defac'd and Ruinate But Monarchies Empires Kingdomes Crowns Haue rose or fell as Fortune smiles or frownes And Townes and Cities haue their portions had Of time-tost Variations good and bad There is a Prouerbe part of which is this They say that Lincolne was and London is From thence we past a Ditch of Weeds and Mud Which they doe falsly there call * It is a passage cut thorow the Land eight miles from Linecolne into Trext but through either the peoples pouerty or negligence it is growne vp with â—eedes and mudde so that in the Summer it is in many places almost dry Forcedike Flood For I 'l be sworne no flood I could finde there But dirt filth which scarce my Boat would beare 'T is 8. miles long and there our paines was such As all our trauell did not seeme so much My men did wade and draw the Boate like Horses And scarce could tugge her on with all our forces Moyl'd toyl'd myr'd tyr'd stil labr'ing euer doing Yet were we 9 long houres that 8 miles going At last when as the Day was well-nigh spent We gat from Forcedikes floodlesâ—e flood to Trent Eu'n as the Windowes of the Day did shut Downe Trents swift streame to Gainsburough we put There did we rest vntill the morning Starre The ioyfull doores of Dawning did vn-barre To Humbers churlish streams our Course we fram'd So Nam'd for Drowning of a King so nam'd And there the swift Ebbe tide ranne in such sort The Winde at East the Waues brake thick short That in some doubts it me began to strike For in my life I ne'r had seene the like My way was vp to Yorke but my intent Was contrary for from the fall of Trent I * I went fifteene mile out of Trent downe Humber on purpose to see Hâ—ll when my way was quite conâ—â—ary fifteene mile went downewards East Northeast When as my way was vpward West Southwest And as against the Wind we madly venter The Waues like Pirats boord our Boate and enter But though they came in fury and amaine Like Theeues we cast them ouer-boord againe This Conflict lasted two houres to the full Vntill we gate to Kingston vpon Hull For to that Towne I had a Prooued friend That Letters did and Commendations send By me vnto the worthy Magistrate The Maior and some of 's Brethren in that State Besides I had some Letters of like Charge From my good Friend the Master of the Barge Vnto some friends of his that they would there Giue me * Hull Cheese is much like a loafe out of a Brewers Basket it is Composed of two simples Mauk and VVater in one Compound and is Cousin Germane to the mightiest Ale in England Hull Cheese welcome good Cheere Sunday at M r Maiors much Cheere and Wine Where as the Hall did in the Parlour Dine At night with one that had bin Shrieue I Sup'd Well entertain'd I was and halfe well Cup'd On Munday noone I was inuited than To a graue Iusticer an Alderman And there such Cheere as Earth and Waters yeeld Shew'd like a Haruest in a plentious Field Another I must thanke for his Good will For he Prest * The meaning of those marks are only knowne to the Townsmen there on to bid me welcome still There is a Captaine of good Life and Fame And God * An ingenuous man named Machabeus with vs I oft haue call'd his Name He welcom'd me as I had bin his fellow Lent me his silken Colours Blacke and Yellow Which to our Mast made fast we with a Drum Did keepe till we to Yorke in Triumph come Thankes to my louing Host and Hostesse Pease There at mine Inne each Night I tooke mine ease And there I gat a Cantle of Hull Cheese One Euening late I thanke thee * M r. I.I. Machabees Kind Roger Parker many thankes to thee Thou shew'dst much vndeserued loue to me Layd my Boat safe spent time Coyne and endeauor And mad'st my mony counted Copper euer But as at Feasts the first Course being past Men doe reserue their Dainties till the last So my most thankes I euer whil'st I liue Will to the Maior and his Brethren giue But most of all to shut vp all together I giue him thankes that did Commend * The Riuer of Hull is 20 miles in length cut with mens
a Mace Great and well Guilt to do the Towne more grace Are borne before the Maior and Aldermen And on Festiuities or high dayes then Those Magistrates their Scarlet Gownes doe weare And haue sixe Sergeants to attend each yeare Now let men say what Towne in England is That truly can compare it selfe with this For Scituation strength and Gouernment For Charity for Plenty for Content For state And one thing more I there was told Not one Recusant all the Towne doth hold Nor as they say ther 's not a Puritan Or any nose-wise foole Precisian But great and small with one consent and will Obey his Maiesties Iniunctions still They say that once therein two Sisters dwelt Which inwardly the pricke of Conscience felt They came to London hauing wherewithail To buy two Bibles all Canonicall Th' Apocryâ—ha did put them in some doubt And therefore both their bookes were bound without Except those two I ne'r did heare of any At Hull though many places haue too many But as one scabbed sheepe a slocke may marre So there 's one man whose nose did stand a jarre Talk'd very scuruily and look'd ascue Because I in a worthy Towns-mans Pue Was plac'd at Church when God knowes I ne'r thought To sit there I was by the Owner brought This Squire of low degree displeased than Said I at most was but a Water-man And that they such great kindnesse setting forth Made more a' th flesh then e'r the broth was worth Which I confesse but yet I answer make 'T was more then I with manners could forsake He sure is some high-minded Pharisee Or else infected with their heresie And must be set downe in their Catalogues They lou'd the highest seats in Synagogues And so perhaps doth he for ought I know He may be mounted when I sit below But let him not a Water-man despise For from the water he himselfe did rise And windes and water both on him haue smil'd Else The great Marchant he had ne'r bin stil'd His Character I finely will contrue He 's scornefull proud and talking talkatiue A great Ingrosser of strange speech and newes And one that would sit in the highest Pues But bate an Ace he 'l hardly winne the game And if I list I could rake * But I was euer better with forks to scatter then with Rakes to gather therefore I would not haue the Townes-men to mistake chalke for Cheese or Robert for Richard out his name Thanks M r. Maior for my Bacon Gammon Thankes Roger Parker for my small fresh Sammon 'T was ex'lent good and more the truth to tell ye Boyl'd with a fine Plum-Pudding in the belly The sixth of August well accompani'd With best of Townes-men to the waters side There did I take my leaue and to my Ship I with my Drum and Colors quickly skip The one did dub a dub and rumble braue The Ensigne in the aire did play and waue I launc'd supposing all things had bin done Bownce from the â—lock-house quoth a roaring Gun And wauing Hats on both sides with content I cri'd Adiew adiew and thence we went Vp Hâ—mbers â—â—ood that then amaine did swell Windes calme and water quiet as a Well We Row'd to Owse with all our force and might To Cawood where we well were lodg'd all night The morrow when as Phoebus 'gan to smile I forwards set to Yorke eight little mile But two miles short of Yorke I landed than To see that reuerend * At Bishops thorpe where the right reuerend Father in God Toby Mathew Archbishop of Yorke his Grace did make me welcome Metropolitan That watchful Shepheard that with care doth keep Th' infernall Wolfe from Heau'ns supernall Sheepe The painefull Preacher that most free Almes-giuer That though he liue long is too short a liuer That man whose age the poore doe all lament All knowing when his Pilgrimage is spent When Earth to Earth returnes as Natures debter They feare the Prouerbe Sâ—ldome comes the better His Doctrine and example speake his due And what all people sayes must needs be true In duty I most humbly thanke his Grace He at his Table made me haue a place And meat and drinke and gold he gaue me there Whilstâ—l my Crue i' th Hal were fill'd with cheare So hauing din'd from thence we quickly past Through Owse strong Bridge to York faire City â—â—â—â— Our drowning scap'd more danger was ensuing 'T was Size time there and hanging was a brewiâ—â— But had our faults beene ne'r so Capitall We at the Vintners Barre durst answer all Then to the good Lord Maior I went and told What labour and what dangers manifold My fellow and my selfe had past at Seas And if it might his noble Lordship please The Boat that did from London thither swim With vs in duty we would giue to him His Lordship pawsing with a reuerend hum My friend quoth he to morrow morning come In the meane space I 'l of the matter thinke And so he bade me to goe nee'r and drinke I dranke a Cup of Claret and some Beere And sure for ought I know he a There is some â—ddâ—â— betweene keeping and spendâ—â—â— keeps good cheâ—â—â— I gaue his Lordship in red guilded leather A well bound booke of all my Workes together Which he did take b Heere I make a full point for I receiued not a point in â—â—â— change There in the City were some men of note That glâ—dly would giue money for our Boat But all this while good manners bade vs stay To haue my good Lord Maiors yea or nay But after long demurring of the matter c I thought it my duty being we had come a dâ—â—â—rous voyage to offer out Boat to the chiefe Magistrate fâ—â— why should not my Boat be as good a monument as Tâ—â— Câ—â—â— euerlasting ouertrampling land-conquering Shooes thought He well was pleas'd to see her on the water And then my men Row'd halfe an houre or more Whilst he stood viewing her vpon the shore They bore his Lordships Children in her there And many others as she well could beare At which his Honour was exceeding merry Saying it was a pretty nimble Wherry But when my men had taken all this paines Into their eyes they might haue put their gaines Vnto his shop he did d And forgat to say I thanke you good fellowes perambulate And there amongst his Barres of Iron sate I ask'd him if he would our Boat forgoe Or haue her And his Lordship answer'd No. I tooke him at his word and said God buy And gladly with my Boat away went I. I sold the Boat as I suppos'd most meet To honest e â—â—â—â—â—tiall worthy Citizen who hath beene Shrieue of York and â—â—â— keepes the George in Cunny street M r. Kayes in Cunny street He entertain'd me well for which I thanke him And gratefully amongst my friends I 'l ranke him My kind remembrance here I put in paper To worthy M r. Hemsworth there a Draper Amongst the
end this vaine dispute â—â—ur barren states may spring bring forth fruite â—ur wills are good and whilst I keepe your bills â—â—stead of Payment I accept good wills â— hope and expectation I will feede â—â—d take your good endeauours for the deede â—aying that Crosses in your mindes may cease â—â—â— Crosses in your purses may increase 3. Those that are hard for me to finde and being found were better lost ANother sort of debtors are behinde Some I know not and some I cannot finde â—â—d some of them lie here and there by spirts â—â—sting their lodgings oftner then their shirts â—â—chance I heare where one of these men lies â—â—d in the morning vp betimes I rise â—â—d finde in Shorditch where he lodg'd a night â— he to Westminster hath tane his flight â—me two dayes after thither doe I trot â—â—d finde his lodging but yet finde him not â—â— he the night before as people tell â—th tane a Chamber about Clarken-well â—â—ither goe I and make a priuy search â—â—st he 's in Southwark neer S. George his Church A pox vpon him all this while thinke I Shall I ne'r finde out where my Youth doth lyâ— And hauing sought him many a weary boat At last perhaps I finde his chamber out But then the Gentleman is fast in bed And rest hath seas'd vpon his running head He hath tooke cold with going laâ—e by water Or sate vp late at Ace Deuse Trey and Cater That with a Sinke of fifty pieces price He sleepes till noone before his Worship rise At last he wakes his man informes him strain That I at dore doe on his pleasure wait Perhaps I am requested to come neere And drinke a cup of either ale or beere Whilst-sucking English fire and Indian vapor At last I greet him with my bill of Paper Well Iohn quoth he this hand I know is mine But I this day doe purpose to goe dine At the halfe Moone in Mâ—lk-street prethee come And there we 'l drinke and pay this petry Summe I take my leaue he in his sleeue doth laugh Whilst I beleeue him like Iohn hold my staffe I in the Tauerne stay and wait his pleasure And he to keepe his word can finde no leasure Thus many a street by me recrost and crost I in and out and to and fro am tost And spend my time and coyne to finde one out Which hauing found rewards me with a flout In this base fashion or such like as this To me their scuruy daily dealing is As one 's in 's study t'other's deepe in talke Another's in his Garden gone to walke One's in the Barbers suddes and cannot see Till chin and chaps are made a Roman T And for his making thus a Gull of me I wish his cut may be the Graecian P. These men can kisse their claws with Iack how is' t And take and shake me kindely by the fist And put me off with dilatory cogges And sweare and lye worse then a sort of dogs Protesting they are glad I am return'd When they 'd be gladder I were hang'd or burn'd Some of their pockets are oft stor'd with chinke Which they had rather waste on drabs dice drinke Then a small petty summe to me to pay Although I meet them euery other day For which to ease my mind to their disgrace I must perforce in Print proclaime them base And if they pay me not vnto their shames I 'l print their trades their dwellings their names That boyes shall hisse them as they walke along Whilst they shal stink do their breeches wrong Pay then delay not but with speed disburse Or if you will try but who 'l haue the worse 4. Those that will and doe daily pay me in drinke and smoake A Fourth cure I must drop from out my quill Are some that haue not paid yet say they will And their remembrance giues my muddy mood More ioy then of those that will ne'r be good These fellowes my sharpe Muse shall lash but soft Because I meet them to their charges oft Where at the Tauerne with free frollicke hearts They welcome me with pottles pints and quarts And they at times will spend like honest men Twelue shillings rather then pay fiue or ten These are Right Gentlemen who beare a minde To spend and be as liberall as the winde But yet their bounty when they come to pay Is bountifull in nothing but delay These I doe seeke from place to place These make me not to run the wildgoose chase These doe from day to day not put me off And in the end reward me with a scoffe And for their kindnesse let them take their leasure To pay or not pay let them vse their pleasure Let them no worser then they are still proue Their pow'rs may chance out-do me not their loue I meet them to my pâ—rill and their cost And so in time there 's little will be lost Yet the old prouerbe I would haue them know The horse may starue the whilst the grasse doth grow 5. Those that are dead A Fift sort God be with them they are dead And euery one my quittance vnder 's head To aske them coyne I know they haue it not And where nought is there 's nothing to be got I 'l neuer wrong them with inâ—â—ctiue lines Nor trouble their good heires or their as-signes And some of them their line losse to me were In a large measure of true sorrow deere As one braue Lawyer whose true honest spirit Doth with the blest celestiall soules inherit He whose graue wisedome gain'd preeminence To grace and fauour with his gracious Prince Adorn'd with learning lou'd approu'd admir'd He my true friend too soone to dust retir'd Besides a number of my worthy friends To my great losse death brought vnto their ends Rest gentle spirits rest with Eternizing And may your corpes haue all a ioyfull rising There 's many liuing euery day I see Who are more dead then you in pay to me 6. Those that are fled A Sixt with tongues glib like the tailes of Eâ—â—â— Hath shew'd this land and me foule paires a heâ—â— To Ireland Belgia Germany and France They are retyr'd to seeke some better chance 'T was their vnhappy inauspicious Fate The Counters or King Luds vnlucky Gate Bonds being broke the stones in euery street They durst not tread on lest they burnt their feet Smoke by the Pipe and Ginger by the race They lou'd with Ale but neuer lou'd the Mace And these mens honesties are like their states At pittious wofull and at low-priz'd rates For partly they did know when they did take My bookes they could no satisfaction make And honesty this document doth teach That man shall neuer striue aboue his reach Yet haue they reacht and ouer-reacht me still To do themselues no good and me much ill But farewell friends if you againe doe come And pay me either all or none or some I looke for none and therefore still delay me You onely doe deceiue me
made When I conceiue I am besieged round With enemies that would my soule confound As is the Flesh the World and ghostly Fiends How sen'rally their force and flatt'ry bends To driue me to presumption or despare Tauoid temptations I am full of care When consider what my God hath done For me and how his grace I daily shun And how my sinnes for ought I know are more Then Stars in sky or Sands vpon the shore Or wither'd leaues that Autumne tumbles downe And that sinnes leprosie hath ouergrowne My miserable selfe from head to heele Then hopefull feares and fearefull cares I feele When I doe see a man that conscience makes Of what he speakes or doth or vndertakes That neither will dissemble lye or sweare To haue the loue of such a man I care I care when i doe see a Prodigall On whom a faire estate did lately fall When as is spent his credit and his chink And he quite wasted to a snusse doth stink Who in the Spring or Summer of his Pride Was worship'd honor'd almost deisi'd And whilst the golden Angels did attend him What swarms of friends and kindred did befriend him Perswading him that giue spend lend Were vertues which on Gentry doe depend When such a fellow falne to misery I see forsaken and in beggery Then for some worthy friends of mine I care That they by such examples would beware A foole is he who giues himselfe t' impaire And wise is he who giues what he may spare But those that haue too much and nothing giue Are slaues of Hell and pitty 't is they liue But as the prodigall doth vainely spend As thogh his ill sprung wel-spring ne'r would end Yet in his pouerty he 's better much Then a hard-hearted miserable Clutch Because the Prodigall lets mony flie That many people gaine and get thereby A Prodigall 's a Common-wealths man still To haue his wealth all common t is his will And when he wants he wants what he hath not But misers want what they both haue and got For though man from the teate hath weaned bin Yet still our infancy we all are in And frō our birth till death our liues doth smother All men doe liue by sucking one another A King with Clemency and Royalty Doth sucke his Subiects loue and loyalty But as the Sea sucks in the Riuers goods And Riuers backe againe sucke in the floods So good Kings and true Subiects alwayes proue To suck from each protection feare and loue All Clients whatsoe'r are Lawyers nurses And many times they doe sucke dry their purses But though the Lawyer seemes in wealth to swim Yet many great occasions doe sucke him The Prodigalls estate like to a flux The Mercer Draper and the Silkman sucks The Taylor Millainer Dogs Drabs and Dice Trey-trip or Passage or The most at thrice At Irish Tick-tacke Doublets Draughts or Chesse He flings his money free with carelessenesse At Nouum Mumchāce mischance chuse ye which At One and thirty or at Poore and rich Russe slam Trump noddy whisk hole Sant New-cut Vnto the keeping of foure Knaues he 'l put His whole estate at Loadum or at Gleeke At Tickle-me quickly he 's a merry Greeke At Primesisto Post and payre Primero Maw Whip-her-ginny he 's alib tall Hero At My-sow-pigg'd and Reader neuer doubt ye He 's skill'd in all games except Looke about ye Bowles shoue-groate tennis no game comes a mist His purse a nurse for any body is Caroches Coaches and Tobacconists All sorts of people freely from his fists His vaine expences daily sucke and soake And he himselfe sucks onely drinke and smoake And thus the Prodigall himselfe alone Giues suck to thousands and himselfe sucks none But for the miser he is such an euill He sucks all yet giues none sucke but the Deuill And both of them such cursed members are That to be neither of them both I care Thus young old all estates men maids wiues Doe sucke from one another all their liues And we are neuer wean'd from sucking thus Vntill we dye and then the wormes sucke vs. I care when I want money where to borrow And when I haue it then begins new sorrow For the right Anagram of woe is owe. And he 's in woe that is in debt I know For as I car'd before to come in debt So being in my care is out to get Thus being in or out or out or in Where one care ends another doth begin I care to keepe me from the Serieants mace Or from a barbrous Bayliffs rough embrace Or from a Marshals man that mercy lacks That liues a cursed life by poore mens wracks From Sericants that are Saracens by kinde From Bayliffs that are worse then Beares is minde And from a Marshals monsters trap or snare To keepe me from such knaues as those I care A Pander Hostler-like that walks a whore And for a fee securely keeps the doore A Punck that will with any body doe And giue the pox in to the bargaine too A rotten stinking Bawd that for her crimes Seewd in a sweat hath beene some fifteene times A Drunkard that delights to curse and sweare To shun such company as those I care I care to please and serue my Masters will And he with care commands not what is ill I care to haue them hang'd that carelesse be Or false vnto so good a Lord as he I care for all Religions that are hurld And scatter do'r the vniuersall world I care to keepe that which is sound and sure Which euer and for euer shall endure I care t' auoyd all Sects and errors foule That to confusion haue drawne many a soule For be a man a Heathen Turke or Iew With Care his miserable state I rue That he should haue sence reason life and lim Yet will not know That God that gaue them him And can a Christian thinke vpon these things But it his heart with care and pitty wrings That three parts of the world the grace doth shun Of their Creator and his sauing Sonne And as the Christians few in number be Yet how they in Religions disagree Kings subiects parents children much diuided By hell misguided and by Turks derided And can a Christian thinke how these things are But that his heart must be possest with Care I would all Princes that doe Christ professe And hope through him for endlesse happinesse Their quarrels to each other to lay by And ioyne against the common Enemy Who like a tempest oftentimes hath come Aduancing Mahomet in Christendome If Christian Kings this way would all prepare For such a glorious warre as this I care And here for mirths sake some few lines are made In the behalfe of me and of my trade But honest Reader be not angry tho They looke * Some six or eight lines are old of mine own but I haue much raced them like verses I wrote long agoe But they by many men were neuer seene And therefore fit to
Children so that the number of Water-men and those that liue and are maintained by them and by the onely labour of the Oare and the Scull betwixt the Bridge of Windsor and Grauesend cannot be fewer then forty thousand the cause of the greater halfe of which multitude hath beene the Players playing on the Banke-side for I haue knowne three Companies besides the Beare-bayting at once there to wit the Globe the Rose and the Swan And it is an infallible truth that had they neuer played there it had beene better for Water-men by the one halfe of their liuing for the Company is encreased more then halfe by their meanes of playing there in former times And now it hath pleased God in this peaceful time that there is no imploymeÌ„t at the sea as it hath beene accustomed so that all those great numbers of men remaines at home and the Players haue all except the Kings men left their vsuall residency on the Banke-side and doe play in Middlesex farre remote from the Thames so that euery day in the weeke they doe draw vnto them three or foure thousand people that were vsed to spend their monies by water to the reliefe of so many thousands of poore people which by Players former playing on the Banke-side are encreased so that oft-times a poore man that hath fiue or sixe children doth giue good attendance to his labour all day and at night perhaps athâ— not gotten a Groat to relieue himselfe his wife and family This was the effect and scope of our petition though here I haue declared it more at large to which his Maiesty graciously granted me aâ—reference to his commissioners for suites who then were the Right honourable Sir Iulius Caesar Sir Thomas Parray Knights the Right Worshipfull Sir Francis Bacon then the Kings Atturny generall Sir Henry Mountague his Maiesties Sergant at Law Sir Walter Cope Master George Caluert one of the Clarkes of his Maiesties priuy Counsell and Baron Southerton one of the Barons of the Kings Exchequer these Honorable and Worshipfull persons I did oft folicite by petitions by friends and by mine owne industrious importunity so that in the end when our cause was heard wee found them generally affected to the suit we prosecuted His Maiestes Players did exhibit a petition against vs in which they said that our suit was vnreasonable and that we might as iustly remoue the Exchange the walkes in Pauls or Moorefields to the Bank-side for our profits as to confine them but our extremities and cause being iudiciously pondered by the Honorable and Worshipfull Commissioners Sir Francis Bacon very worthily said that so farre forth as the Publike weale was to be regarded before pastimes or a seruiceable decaying multitude before a handful of particular men or profit before pleasure so far was our suite to be preferred before theirs Whereupon the Players did appeale to the Lord Chamberlaine which was then the Earle of Sommerset who stood well affected to vs hauing beene moued before in the businesse by Master Samuel Goldsmith an especiall friend of mine and a Gentleman that my selfe and all the rest of my poore company in generall are generally beholden and deepely ingaged vnto for of his owne free will to his cost and charge wee must with thankfulnesse acknowledge he hath beene and is continually our worthy friend Who seeing the wants of such numbers of vs â—â—hath often neglected his owne vrgent and profitable affaires spending his time and coynâ—â— any honest occasion that might profit vs. Thâ—s much I thought good to insert in the â—ay of thankfulnesse because of all vices ingratitude is most hatefull The Commissioners did appoint mee to â—â—me on the next day that they sate again and that then the Players and wee should know their determinations concerning our businesses but before the day came Sir Walter Cipe died and Sir Iulius Caesar being chiefe Commissioner was made master of the Rolls by which means the Commission was dissol'd and we neuer yet had further hearing Thus fâ—â—re did I proceed in this thanklesse suite and because it was not effected some of my comâ—â—â—y partly through malice or ignorance or â—oth haue reported that I tooke bribes of the Players to let the suit fall and that to that purpose I had a supper with them at the Cardinalls Hat on the Banke-side and that if I â—â—d dealt wel with my Company and done as I might haue done then all had beene as they would haue had it These and more the like such pritty aspersions the out-cast rubbish of my Company hath very liberally vnmannerly and ingratefully bestowed vpon mee whereby my credit â—â—â— been blemished the good opinion which many held of me lost my name abused and I â— common reproach a scorne bye-word and bayting-stocke to the poysonous teeth of enâ—â—â—y and slander But I doubt not but what is before said will satisfie any well disposed or honest mind and for the rest if there bee any such as I found them ignorant knaues so I leaue them vnthankfull villanes And I will regard such Vipers and their slander so little that their malice shall not make mee giue ouer to doe seruice to my Company by any honest lawfull meanes my Trade vnder God is my best friend and though it bee poore I am sure the calling is honest therefore I will be an assistant in this suite or any other that may be auaileable vnto it and howsoeuer we are slightly esteem'd by some Giddy-headed Corkbrains or Mushrom Painted Puckfoysts yet the estate of this Kingdome knowes that many of the meanest Scullers that Rowes on the Thames was is or shall be if occasion serue at command to doe their Prince and Country more seruice then any of the Players shall be ioyned vnto I must confesse that there are many rude vnciuill Fellowes in our company and I would some Doctor would purge the Thames of them the reason whereof is that all men being Vicious by consequence most Vice must be in the greatest Companies but Water-men are the greatest Company therefore most abuses must raigne amongst Water-men yet not to excuse them in any degree let a man but consider other trades and faculties of of higher account and I am sure they will come short in honesty perhaps not of Watermen but of the honest Vocation of a Waterman For if hee vse his labour no otherwise then he ought which is to carry the Kings Leidge people carefully and to land them safely to take his due thankfully without murmuring or doing iniury then I say that that Waterman may feed vpon the labours of his hands with a better Conscience and sleepe with a quieter spirit then many of our furre-gownd mony-mongers that are accounted good common-wealths men but if a rayling knaue doe chance to abuse his Fare either in words or deeds as indeed wee haue too many such what reason is it that for the wrong that one two or more doth commit that all the rest of the whole Company shal
haruest good and bad might gleane Instructions to direct and good directions How to instruct their follies fond affections No doubt but God did him preordinate To be a speciall blessing to the State By constellation and Heau'ns Influence Mark'd for remarked seruice for his Prince For all his youth almost to manly age He was to Royall Iames a trusty Page When as his conuersation and behauiour Gain'd and retain'd his Soueraignes speciall sauour In our Redemptions sixteenth hundred yeare Then did his seruice happily appeare Then did he proue himselfe Heau'ns instrument His Gracious Masters murther to preuent Vpon that day of famous memory Of Gowries wracke and blacke Conspiracy That day of note which ne'r shall be forgot That fist of August 't was his lucky lot To kill a brace of Traytors at the time When as they were in action of the crime For when the younger brother of the twaine In murd'rous manner would the king haue slaine When nothing could his treachery diuert But that he vowd to stabbe his Soueraignes heart The Whilst the King and hee with eager will Were striuing one to saue and one to kill So long that bustling both 'twixt life and death They both were tyr'd and almost out of breath The king like Daniel in the Lyons Den As 't were by miracle preserued then Then Noble Ramsey was by God appointed To saue his Soueraigne and the Leras Anoâ—â—ted For he by Gods direction found a way Where they were feussting and without delay He strait made Alexander Remthen feele The force and fury of reuenging steele For with three stabs he did the Traytor wound And cast him downe the staires an Act renown'd When strait Earle Gowry found his brother slaine With two drawn swords ran vp the staires amaine Well-knowing of his lifes approaching date Infus'd with rage and madnesse desperate Laying about him like a demy-Diuell With purpose to conclude his last act euill With many a furious stroke and ill-meant thrust He madly did his best to doe his worst Whilst this deceased Lord a Bulwarke stood And wounded Nobly spent his Noble blood And with a thrust most fortunate and fierce He with his sword the Earles heart through did pierce This happy seruice of most high esteeme Was but his duty as himselfe did deeme Yea though it was an action meritorious Yet selfe-opinion made him not vaine-glorious To arme or sword did he no praise impute Nor to his courage stoure and resolute But thanking God that had him so directed Whereby this worthy seruice was effected Attributing all praise and Maiestie To God that made him meanes of victorie Thus he like one of Dauids Worthies then Gain'd at one time the loue of God and men Of God for his humility of heart Of men for his good seruice and desert Consider you these mournefull lines that read Thinke but how much true Noblenesse is dead Which hauing pondred well who can forbeare But for his lofle to spend a sigh or teare For all that lou'd King Iames must likewise loue Him whose good seruice did so faithfull proue Who lou'd his master so that men might see That from him long he could not sundred be And as he truely on him here attended So knowing him to higher state ascended To make his loyalty the more appeare He left this world to wait vpon him there Each honest Britaine in his losse hath share The griefe is vniuersall and the care Hath tane possession of both high and low Eu'n from the Royall Throne vnto the Plough The King hath lost a seruant true and iust â—â— whom he might reposc especiall trust And his companions Peeres haue lost a friend Whose vertues very few men could transcend His honourable Countesse she hath lost The comfort where her ioy consisted most His Nobles father ' in lawes are full of griefe And are in sorrowes equall with the chiefe His worthy honour'd brethren are possest With each of them a sad and grieued brest And From his seruants death a Lord hath tane Whose like they haue no hope to finde againe His kindred all are fill'd with sad laments His friends are fraught with woe and discontents His friends say I alas he had no foes And therefore all are partners in these woes I in particular am now depriu'd Of him who formerly when he suruiu'd Did cause King Iames of his especiall grace On me desertlesse to bestow a place Which makes me in these poore sad lines expresse My loue my duty and my thankefulnesse Thus as the waues each other hath in chase So is our life in this our mortall race Through many changes from natiuity We gaine our manhood or maturitie And this deare Lord before his Winters age At mid-time was abridg'd his Pilgrimage Yet to the world it very plaine appeares His age was more in goodnesse then in yeeres Thus euery one may for his losse complaine All losers onely Heau'n and he did gaine His mortall race hee heere so well did runne That good report and loue his life hath wonne The glorious hoast of Heau'n hath gain'd a spirit Through his firme faith in his Redeemers merit And he an earthly Earledome hath forgone For true content and an immortall Throne He liu'd the life of Grace whilst he was heere And therefore hath the life of Glory there He through th' assistance of his Makers might Hath fought a good a valiant Christian fight And now inshrin'd in euerlasting blisse He from his house of Clay aduanced is His course he ranne so in this vale of strife That he hath wonne and weares a Crowne of life Of true eternall happinesse possest Whilst we with cares and sorrowes are opprest FINIS IOHN RAMSEYE Anagramma HONER'S I AYME MY HONER'S AYE TO VERTVE and to HONOVR once in Rome Two stately Temples there erected was Where none might vnto Honours Temple come But first through VERTVES Temple they must passe Which was an Emblem and a Document That men by vertue must true honour winne And that that HONOVR shall be permanent Which onely did from Vertue first beginne Thus was this Noble Lords high Honour wonne Through Vertue and by Vertue it increas'd And though his mortall Pilgrimage be done Yet shall his Honour neuer bee deceast And as for him his Anagrams doe say HONER'S I AYME Therefore MY HONER'S AYE THE WATER-CORMORANT DEDICATED TO GENTLEMEN AND THOSE THAT ARE GENTLE Which nay scene fearce or Printers â—â—â— worke when a â—â—â—â—â—â— into the Proffe yet Cormorant oppresse and therefore worthy to the prest but mu Cormorant hath neither â—â—â— his â—â—â—â—â—â—â—â— â—â— smooth the fai of the â—â—â— wor stoped his mouth to â—â—â—â—â—â—â—â— tuous I have thought good to sympathze â—â—â— and I haue done my best to handle it in a fatable â—â—â—â— The Cormorant is nost castly unduced to assâ—â—â—â— nor I to stattery J. s best serunce is harsh and vnsectable so is my style His biting is sharpe and percing so is my phrase His throâ—â—â— wide and spacious my subiect is spaâ—â—ous His
my lines no â—ot the worse For Gold is gold though buried vnder mosse And drosse in golden vessels is but drosse Iohn Taylor TO TOM CORIAT VVHat matters for the place I first came from I am no Duncecomb Coxecomb Odcomb Tom Nor am I like a wool-pack câ—aÌ„m'd wâ—â— Greek Venus in Venice minded to goe seeke And at my backe returne to write a Volume In memory of my wits Garganina Colume The choysest wits would neuer so adore me Nor like so many Lackiesrun before me But honest Tom I enuy not thy state There 's nothing in thee worthy of my hate Yet I confesse thou hast an excellent wit But that an idle braine doth harbour it Foole thou it at the Court I on the Thames So farewell Obcomb Tom God blesse King Iames. The Author in his owne defence THere is a crew of euer carping spirits Who merit nothing good yet hate good merits One wrings his lawes awry and then cryes mew And that I stole my lines hee 'l plainely shew Thou addle-headed Asse thy braines are muddy Thy witlesle wit vncapable of study Deem'st each inuention barren like to thine And what thou canst not mend thou wilt repine Loe thus to wauering Censures torturing Racke With truth and confidence my Muse doth packe Let Zoylâ—â— and let Momus doe their worst Let Enuie and Detraction swell and burst In spight of spight and rankerous sdaâ—â—e In scorne of any carping Criticks braine Like to a Post I 'le runne through thicke and thin To scourge Iniquity and spurgall sinne You worthy fauourites of wisedomes lore Onely your fauours doth my Muse implore If your good stomackes these harsh lines disgest I carelesse bid a rush for all the rest My lines first parents be they good or ill Was my vnlearned braine and barten quill THE SCVLLER To the whole kennell of Anti-Christs hounds Priests Friers Monkes and Iesuites Mastiffes Mongrels Islands Spanniels Blood-hounds Bobtaile-tike or Foysting-hound The SCVLLER sends greeting Epigram 1. CVrse exorcise with Beads with Booke and Bell Polluted shauelings rage and doe your worst Vse coniurations till your bellics burst With many a Nigromaâ—ticke mumbling spell I feare you not nor all your friends that sell With Lucifer vee damned dogs that durst Deuise that thundring Treason most accurst Whose like before was neuer hatcht in Hell Halfe men halfe diuels who neuer dream'd of good To you from â—aire and sweetly sliding Thames A popomasticke Sculler warre proclaimes As to the suckers of Imperiall bloud An Anti-Iesuice Sculler with his pen Defies your Babell beast and all his Den. I.T. Epigram 2. ROme now approaches thy confusion Thy AntichristiaÌ„ Kingdome down must tumble The NIâ—srods proud cloud-piercing Babylon Like hell-hatch'd pride despight thy hart must humble In scorne of damn'd equiuocation My lines like thunder through thy Regions rumble Downe in the dust must lye thy painted glory For now I row and write thy tragicke story Epigram 3. WHeÌ„ God had all things out of nothing fram'd And man had named all things â—â— are nam'd God shewed to man the way he should behaue him What ill would dam him or what good would saue him All creatures that the world did then containe Were all made subiects to mans Lordly raigne Faire Paradise was Princely ADAMS walke Where God himselfe did often with him talke At which the Angels enuious and proud Striu'd to ascend aboue the highest cloud And with the mighty God to make compare And of his glory to haue greatest share Because they saw Gods loue to man so great They striu'd to throw their Maker from his seat But he whose power is All-sufficient Did headlong hurle them from Heauens battlement And for which enuious pride they so did swell They lost heauens glory for the paines of Hell In all this time man liuing at his ease His wife nor he not knowing to displease Their glorious maker till the Sonne of night Full fraught with rage and poyson bursting spight Finding alone our ancient grandam EVE With false perswasions makes her to beleeue â—â— would eate the fruit she was forbidden â—â—â— should God 's secrets know were from her hidden â—sing all was true the Serpent told â—â—â— both to ADAM straightway did vnfold â—â—â—â—â—â—cherous horrid vile soule killingtreason â—â—â— ambitions past the bounds of reason â—â—â— his posterities sole detriment â—â— to the Woman and the Fiend consent â—â—â—â— ADAM neuer had the diuell obeyed â—â—â— not had the woman for his ayde â—â—â— the sexe that God made man to cherish â—â—â— by the Diuell intic'd to cause him perish â—â—â— supposing he had woone the field â—â—â— taking man to his obedience yeeld â—â—â— ADAM now in corps and mind deiected â—â—â— head to foot with shamefull sinne infected â—â—â— a slaue to sinne the Diuell and Death â—ding the dinger of th' Almighties wrath â—â—â— banisht from Gods presence thrust â—â—â— the earth being for his crime accurst â—â—â— with griefe and selfe-consuming care â—â— at the brimme of bottomlesse dispaire â—â—â— God in mercy thinking of his â—railâ—ie â—â—â— sinfull man to him had broken â—ealcie â—â—â— promise he would send his onely Sonne â—â—â— for faults by man misdone â—â—â— he came in his appointed time â—â—â— on his faultlesse shoulders tooke our crime â—â—â— like a malefactor death he suffered â—â—â—â—â—â— once for all himselfe himselfe hath offered â—â—â— yet the Diuell will not be satisfi'd â—â—â— though the Sonne of God for sinners dy'd â—â—â— dayly hellish damned enterprises â—â—â— Ministers and he gainst man deuises â—â—â— the shelter of Religions cloake â—cusly he doth the world prouoke â—â—â— God in trayterous manner to rebell â—â—â— amplifie his euerlasting hell â—â—â— tempting mankind still by fraud or force â—â—â— soule from his Redeemer to diuorce â—â—â— yet not man alone must feele his sting â—â—â— he dares venter on our heauenly King â—hose power though Satan Knowes is euerlasting â—â—â— after fortie dayes and nights long fasting â—â—â—cking him weake attempts now to inuade him â—â—â— with illusions seeking to perswade him â—â—â—â—â—es our Sauiour vp vnto a Hill â—â—â— told him if he would obey his will â—â—â— oration to fall downâ— before him â—â—â— of the worlds great glory would so store him That he should Lord and Master be of all â—â—â— in reuerence would before him fall Christ knowing him to be the root of euill With God-like power commands auoid thou diuell 'T is writ Thou Shalt not tempt the Lord thy God â—â—â— seiue and feare the fury of his rod Sathan perceiuing all his labour lost Runnes through the world more switter then a post Proclaimes large Kingdomes and a tryple Crowne To him that in his Reuerence would fall downe Ambitious thirst of fickle fading fame Did quickly mindes of wordly man inflame Making them dreame on pleasures â—â—â—â—sitorie And to esteeme earths pompe aboue heauens glory This made the Pope with poysonous pride infus'd T' accept those honours Christ before refus'd Now hath he wonne great fame on this condition That fore the diuell he fall in base submission So hauing wonne this
rest being 26. persons were 〈…〉 ely â—â—headed Those that were blowne vp in the Ship droue a shore and were burled at Gombroone beâ—â—â—â— in number 42. there were also nine men a â—â—â— about the Companies â—â—â—â—â—â—â— and one that Rusrero sent with a Letter makes 10. whom God grant neuer worse fortune Thus was this good ship and men vnfortunatly and lamentably lost yet as much courage and manly resolution as possibly could bee was performed by the English not can it bee imagined how more industry or â—uer valour could haue beene shewed on the other side the cruell and bloud-thirsty enemy gained nothing but knocks losse of liues and limbes hauing his Frigots suncke and torne in peeces his maine purchase being dishonour and infamy for after all our men had sought so long and so manfully being besieged round with death as the Sea to swallow them the fire to consume them or the Portugals swords to cut their throats not being possible to escape one of these wayes of emenent canger that then in that extremity 27. men escaping into the Sea were all aliue taken vp by the Enemy whom had he then kild in he â—â—e of bloud when warre rage death and sury were vp it had beene then but the effect and fortune oâ— warre but to giue them harbour all night and the next day in cold bloud to cause them to be beheaded it was one of the ignoblest inhumaine and barburous parts of murther that could be committed But Rusrero being a Portugall or Spantard could doe no other or the honour of his Countrey but shew his bloudy nature especially to our Nation a Barbarian a Turke or a Iew should haue found more kindâ—â—â—â— for indeed they all are of one disposition And I am sure no Record or Chronicle can shew no Histoâ—y can report no tradition can declare nor any memory can reâ—â—â— that euer an Englishmen or almost other Nation except the Spaniard did murther so many defirmed naked men hauing had them all a whole night in their custody A farewell and hearty well-wishing to the noble attempts of our English Sea and Land forcas with their Allies and Consederates YOu sons of Mars that furrow Neptunes brow And o're the dang'rous Deep vndanted plow You who esteeme your Countries honor more Than life or pelse which Peasants doe adore Your noble Ancestours whose memories Are borne by Fame as farre as Tâ—â— Rise And vniuersally diuulg'd from thence The Circle of the worlds circumference Let their example be a spurre to you That you their worthy vertues may pursue They were but men and you are each so much They were victorious may you each be such They had good courage guided with good skill Which skill and Courage Fortune Grace and Will I doe implore th' Almighty to bestow On you in generall All both high and low Time doth record our Britaines matchlesse force By Sea and Land with valiant foot or horse Hath made France tremble and proud to quake And great Ierusalems foundation shake And as true valour did inspire their brests So Victory and Conquest crown'd their Crests O may your good intendments fall out â—ight The God of Battels still your Battels sight That as your Fathers were so you maybe Rare Patternes vnto your posteritre That all our Foes with terrour now may know They haue beene beaten and they must be so True Honour Fame and Victory attend you And high â—â—â— in your cause defend you That Immortality your fames may Crowne And GOD may haue the Glorie and Renowne IOHN TAYLOR FINIS TAYLORS PASTORALL BEING BOTH HISTORICALL AND SATYRICALL OR The noble Antiquitie of Shepheards with the profitable vse of Sheepe With a small touch of a scabbed Sheepe and a Câ—ueat against that Infection DEDICATED TO THE RIGHT WORSHIP FVLL I Vdicious and truly Generous my well approued good friend Mr. THOMAS DOVE Archdeacon of Northampton the accomplishment of his worthy desires Temporall and Eternall RIGHT WOR SIR BOokes without Patrons are like Babes without Parents for except the one be pleasing and plausible to humour the various dispositions of men and the other left with warme portions or legacies in the tuition of faithfull Executors or Guardians both Bookes and Babes are happie if they die in their birth that the first minute of their miserie may bee the first moment of their felicities these Considerations haue humbly emboldened me to lay this poore Infant of my laborious Braine at the doore or gate of your patronage and protection not doubting but your innated charity good disposition and vnfaigned affectation of all laudable endeauours will giue it both free and hospitable entertainment The function I treate of being venerable and honourable as of Shepheards the profit commendable lawfull necessarie ample and vniversall as of Sheepe The writing or methood of it historicall mysticall tropicall typicall literall and Satyricall which hath encouraged mee to dedicate my poore Shepheardly inuention and their harmelesse flockes to your Worships good acceptance whose reuerend function is truely Pastorall acknowledging that my many imperfections in writing and vnworthines in handling so worthy a subiect hath made me doubtfull to vse the protection of your Name yet on the other side considering your good inclination and mine owne humble innocencie both my selfe and my best indeauours I here consecrate to be employed euer in your Worships seruice Hee whose meaning writing and speaking are one IOHN TAYLOR All those that will not reade this plaine Epistle Lay downe the Booke on Gods name and goe whistle HOnest mens Sonnes if I giue you a wrong name I aske your Fathers pardon although euery one that eates Mutton may truely bee suspected for sheepe-biter yet I hope my Sheepe shall finde no such dogged dealing amongst you There are indeed three sorts of Creatures two of which are so much repugnant to a Sheepe that I thinke there will neuer be an union betwixt them which are a wolfe and a Dog the third is a Goate which although they may graze or pasture one with another as Christians and Infidels are wouen together in the linsey woolsey web of the World yet I did neuer know any kind of familiaritie betweene them And be thou in nature a Wolfe a Dog or a Goate that readst this I passe not but I rather pittie thy accursed inclination then stand in any feare of thy Butting or Byting she honest minded Reader shall finde my subiect or Theame both landable and Honourable and those who hold the name of Shepheard in contempt or derision may herre find truly proued that the whole World doth not now containe nor euer will retaine any men who for Goodnesse Honour true Worth Worthinesse and respect that can or dare make comparison with the Shepheards of former Agos And though VIRGIL OVID MANTVAN and many of our learned English and Scottish Poets haue made their inuentions trauell vp the top of the forked Mountaine of Parnassus yet I would haue the Reader know that if they each of them had
yeares till you are gone And being gone you 'l wealth and honour win Whilst ryot here at home addes sin to sin You God assisting may doe mighty things Make Kings of Captiues and of Captiues Kings Riches and loue those that suruiue shall gaine And Fame and Heauen the Portion of the slaine The wounds and scars more beautifull will make Those that doe weare them for true honours sake Since God then in his loue did preordaine That you should be his Champions to maintaine His quarrell and his causeâ— a fig for foes God being with you how can man oppose Some may obiect Your enemies are store If so your fame and victori'es the more Men doe win honour when they cope with men The Eagle will not tryumph o're a Wren The Lyon with the Mouse will not contend Nor men 'Gainst boyes and women wars will bend But clouds of dust and smoake and bloud and sweat Are the maine meanes that will true honour get Thus to Fames altitude must men aspire By noble actions won through sword and fire By trumpets Clangor drums guns flute of fife For as there is an end to euery life And man well knowes that one day he must end it Let him keep 't well defend and brauely spend it O griefe to see how many stout men lye Halfe rotten in their beds before they dye Some by soule surfets some by odious whoring In misery lye stinking and deploring And e're a lingring death their sad life ends They are most tedious loathsome to their friends Wasting in Physicke which addes woe to griefe That which should yeeld their families reliefe At last when wished death their cares doe cure Their names like to their bodies lye obscure Whereas the Souldier with a Christian brest Wars for his Soueraigues peace and Countries rest He to his Makers will his will inclines And ne're gainst Heauen impatiently repines He to his Sauiour sayes that thou art mine And being thou redeem'st me I am thine That if I liue or dye or dye or liue Blest be thy name whether thou take or giue This resolution pierces heauens high roofe And armes a Souldier more then Cannon proofe Suppose his life ends by some noble wounds His Soule to Heauen from whence it came rebâ—unds Suppose blowne vp with powder vp he flyes Fire his impurity repurifies Suppose a shot pierce through his breast or head He nobly liu'd and nobly he is dead He lyes not bedred stinking nor doth raue Blaspheming against him that should him saue Nor he in Physicke doth consume and spend That which himselfe and others should defend He doth not languish drawing loathsome breath But dyes before his friends doe wish his death And though his earthly part to earth doth passe His fame outweares a Monument of brasse Most worthy Country-men couragious hearts Now is the time now act braue manly parts Remember you are Sonnes vnto such Sires Whose sacred memories the world admires Make your names fearefull to your foes againe Like Talbot to the French or Drake to Spaine Thinke on braue valiant Essex and Mountiâ—y And Sidney that did Englands foes destroy With noble Norris Williams and the Veeres The Grayes the Willing â—biâ—s all peerelesse Peeres And when you thinke what glory they haue won Some worthy actions by you will be done 34. Battels fought in France by Englishmen since the Conquest Henry the sixth Remember Poiâ—tiers Cressy Agincourt With Bullein Turwin Turnyes warlike sport And more our honours higher to aduance Our King of England was crown'd King of France In Paris thus all France we did prouoake T' obey and serue vnder the English yoake In Ireland 18. bloudy fields we fought And that fierce Nation to subiection brought Besides Tyroues rebellion which foule strife Cost England many a pound lost many a life And before we were Scotlands or it ours How often haue we with opposed powers In most vnneighboutly vnfriendly manners With hostile armes displaying bloudy banners With various victories on eyther side Now vp now downe our fortunes haue beene tride What one fight wins the other loosing yeelds In more then sixescore bloudie foughten fields But since that we and they and they and we More neere then brethren now conioyned be Those scattering powers we each gainst other lead Being one knit body to one royall head Then let this Iland East West South and North Ioyntly in these braue warres emblaze out worth And as there was a strife that once befell Twixt men of Iuda and of Israel Contending which should loue King Dauid best And who in him had greatest interest Long may contention onely then be thus Twixt vsand Scotland and twixt them and vs Stil friendly striuing which of vs can be Most true and loyall to his Maiesty This is a strife will please the God of peace And this contending will our loues encrease You hardy Scots remember royall Bruce And what stout Wallace valour did produce The glorious name of Stewards Hamiltons The Erâ—â—kine Mâ—rayes ndâ— he Leuingstons The noble Ramseyes and th' illustrious Hayes The valiant Dowglasses the Grimes and Grayes Great Sir Iames Dowglas a most valiant Knight Lead seauenty battels with victorious fight Not by Lieutenants or by deputation But he in person wan his reputation The Turkes and Sarazens he ouercame Where ending life he purchast end lesse fame And his true noble worth is well deriu'd To worthies of that name that since suruiu'd The praise of Sir Iames Dowglas in the Raigne of King Robert Bruce 1330. In 13. maine battel she ouercame Gods enemies and as last was slaine Then since both Nations did and doe abound With men approu'd and through all lands renown'd Through Europs and through Asia further farre Then is our blest Redeemers Sepulchre Through all the Coasts of tawny Affrica And through the bounds of rich America And as the world our worths acknowledge must Let not our valour sleeping lye and rust â—â— to immortalize our Britaines name Let it from imbers burst into a flame We haue that Land and shape our Elders had Their courages were good can ours be bad Their deeds did manifest their worthy mindes Then how can we degenerate from kindes â—â— former times we were so giuen to warre Witnesse the broyles 'twixt Yorke and Lancaster Hauing no place to sorreigne Foes to goe Amongst our selues we made our selues a Foe Fall threescore yeares with fierce vnkind alarmes Were practis'd fierce vnciuill ciuill armes Whilst fourescore Peeres of the bloud royall dyde With hundred thousands Comâ—oners beside Thus Englishmen to wars did beare good will They would be doing although doing ill And Scotlands Hystorie auoucheth cleare Of many ciuill warres and turmoyles there Rebellion discord rapine and foule spoyle Hath pierc'd the bowels of their Natiue soyle Themselues against themselues Peeres against Peers And kin with kin together by the cares The friend gainst friend each other hath withstood Vnfriendly friends weltering in their bloud Thus we with them and they with vs contending And we our selues