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A strappado for the Diuell Epigrams and satyres alluding to the time, with diuers measures of no lesse delight. By Misosukos, to his friend Philokrates.
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Brathwaite, Richard, 1588?-1673.
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1615
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thou as Caesar in the Capitall So thou of Morios Castell Centinell Be as thou art reported great in wit And so discreet as thou mai'st mannage it Be as thou art founder of iollitie Grauen in the gold-cup of our Langanbie Be as thou would'st be and I wish no more So time shall second what I write before But 'lasse poore Muse hast thou no more to speake Of such a subiect pray thee deare awake And memorise his name in euery page From this time forth vnto a following age No what is my wit drawne drie or I am tane VVith some amazement at a great mans name VVhy thou hast writ of men as great before And hast exprest their actions ore and ore Turn'th ore their best of glory and i' th end So won their hearts as thou becamst their friend And art thou now growne sâ—ient cannot he That merits best receiue like praise of thee No no he cannot so obscur'de he liues That though I write but truth yet who belieues A true relation when we seeme to show A man to men whom they doe hardly know O then redoubted sir let me now end Tâ—is home bred Sonnet as a louing friend That would perswade if you perswad ' would be To shew your selfe something more openlie Vnto the world O see how men repine That you so long conceal'd should gull the time Hauing such parts as much adorne your birth Yet has no willing mind to set them forth VVhat is a Iewell worth if euer hid Or what 's a cased Instrument in stead The lustre of the former is not seene Nor can we know by 'th latter what't does meane For Gemmes and instruments are knowne by tutch And such as show them men we know them such VVith like good will doe I present thee these As Mopsus that poor shepard sent a cheese Vnto his Phillis and it came to me Once in my minde to send the like to thee But for I fear'd and I haue cause to feare That you had better cheese then any here In steed of bride-cakes cheesecakes I was tide In loue to send this present to your Bride All haile to Himen and this marriage day Strow rushes and quickly come away Bring in your flowers and giue of each of them To such as lov'd and are forsaken men For well I know so louing is the Bride So curteous and so liberall beside Of her discreete affection I dare say None must depart vnsatisfied away Strew rushes maides and euer as you strew Thinke one day maides like will be done for you Strew you I le sing or if you like nor choise Sing you I le strew you haue the better voice Crowned be thou Queene of loue By those glorious powers aboue Loue and Bewrie ioyn'd together May they col and kisse each other And in midst of their delight Shew thee pleasure in the night For where acts of loue resort Longâ—st nights seeme too too short May thou sleeping dreame of â—hat Which then waking dest partake That both sleepe and watching may Make the daâ—kest night seeme day As a fort besieged rest Yeelding most when seeming lest Or in pleasures may thy smile Burnish like the Camomile Which in verdure is encrest Most when it is most deprest Vertues as they doe attend thee So may soueraigne thoughts defend thee Acting in thy loue with him Wedlocks actions are no sinne Who in Hymâ—ns bands is ioyned And in sacred loue combined To remaine euer thine He thy Picture thou his shrine Thou the mettall he the mint Thou the waxe he the print He the Lant-horne thou the lampe Thou the bulloine he the stampe Thou the figure he the feature He thy former thou his creature He the image legge and limme Thou the mould to cast him in He the plummet thou the center Thou to shelter he to enter Thou the Parke or shady vale He the dogge that freth's the pale Hammer he to strike alone Anuile thou to beate vpon More I could but more I will not Since to speake more much it skils not Onely I will here extend Th'period of my speech as friend And expresse what I protest Comes from th'center of my brest That my protestations may Beare record another day Iö Hymen crowne the night Of these Nuptials with delight No more no more much honour aie betide The lofty Bride-groome and the louely Bride That their succeeding dayes and yeeres may say Each day appeares like to a mariage day But now retire darke shades haue lodg'd the sun Put vp thy pipes for now thy layes are done Finis Epithalami To the hopefull young Gentleman and his experienced friend Mr. CHEATER ANAGRAMM TEACHER Teacher you are for you haue taught me more Then I was taught in all my life before A GRATVLATORY Epigram TO thee young youth these youngling lines I write Stor'd with my best of wishes may delight Crowne that long-wisht for Nuptial bed of thine Which should haue been if Fate had granted mine With many happy nights Blest be my fate Since what one friend has is communicate Vnto an other that my loue should end And ending giue beginning to my friend But why say I its ended sith by thee A three-loues song beares descant merily And thus it is I lou'd her where thou art Shee thee thou mee threâ— louers in one heart Shee thine thou mine if mine thou stil'd may be Makes her in being thine espows'd to me An Embleme which the Author composed in honour of his Mistris to whom he rests euer deuoted Allusiuely shadowing her name in the title of the Embleme which hee enâ—tiles His Frankes Anatomie FRanke thy name doth promise much Iâ— thy nature were but such But alasse what difference growe 'Twixt those two I onely know I alas that to thy bewtie Am deuoted in all dewtie I that once inuented layes Singing them in Shepheards praise I that once from loue was free Till I fell in loue with thee I that neuer yet began Trade to hold my mistris fan I that neuer yet could knowe Whether loue was high or lowe I that neuer loued was Nor could court a looking-glasse I that neuer knew loues lawe Nor lov'd longer then I sawe I that knew not what 's now common To throw sheep-eyes at a woman I that neuer yet could proue Or make shew of heartie loue I that neuer broke my sleepe Nor did know what chaâ—ms did keepe Louers eyes now can tell What would please a louer well Shall I tell thee yes I will And being tolde or saue or kill It would please him if he might Euer liue in'â— Mistris sight It would please him t' haue the hap But to sleep in 's Mistris lap Or to haue his Mistris faire VVith her hand to stroke his haire Or to play at foot-St. with him Or at barly-breake to breathe him Or to walke a turne or two Or to kisse or coll or woe Or in some retired Groue But to parly with his Loue. Or when none that 's iealous spies To
planted is In Albion shaken be by wantonnesse Let not our plenty and aboundant store Occasion be that we should sinne the more Let not our Realme vnite diuide that loue Which we should beare vnto the King aboue Let not our want of wars inuasion bring vs A lust-full war encountring within vs. Let not those manie blessings we receiue Make vs interre our honour in our graue Let not our seasons yeerly fruitfulnesse Produce in vs a loathed barrannesse Let not those many strange conspiracies Which heauen preuented close our thanklesse eyes Let not our being make vs not to be For God is God and will auenged be He seemes some time to sleepe and suffer all But calls at last for vse and principall Many I know there be of crimes that 's ill Drawne from the source of our depraued will But of all crimes that euer were or be None in this I le claimes more impunity A purple sin for who will not allow it Since purple-fathers oft-times go vnto it The Citties Elders which though they reproue They doe but chastice what themselues do loue Statists haue lov'd it too but marke my friend For all their state they had a loathsome end Like stinking Herod loth'd Hertogenes Crook't Damocles lowsie Pherecides All these experience had of this fowle euill And could describe too-well a ciuell Diuell The Authors Morall to his Ciuell Diuell COme Nouice come see here the fall of youth Begun in pleasure but wouen vp in rueth See what occurrents meete the heires of shame Where end is pouerty and cloz'd ill-name See what the fruits be of licentious sin That end in woe as they in heate begin See painted Sodom-apples faire to th' eye But being tutcht they perish instantly See see a wanton Mere-mayd that does sing To bring youths crazie backe to ruining See Vertue in pretence but vice in deed See Harlots action in a Matrons weede See damned Factors who their trafficke make Not for their soule but for the diuels sake See my coach't Lady hurried long the street Casting her lusts-eyes on whos'ere she mee◠See see her cerus cheeke made to delight Her apple-squire or wanton Marmosite See see her braided haire her paps laide out Which witnesse how she 'le do when she 's put to 't O see she likes vpon th'condition well So she may coached be she 'le goe to hell And willingly see see adulterate golde In valew worst yet is the deerest solde See Albions curse Youths gulph Heires misery Our Countries shame soules staine earths vanity O Sunne reflect thy gould on my pale Moone And let this Dathans braunch be rooted soone Out of this flourie isle O let not this So hideous a crime eclipse the blisse VVhich Britaine now possesseth may my penne Be steeped now in wormewood that such men As haue beene'erst delighted now may be Wain'd from that land-oppressing miserie And you damn'd prostitutes that pawn your name Making a triuiall may-game of your shame Bed-broaking lechers Broakers of ill ware For many such base factors now there are Heare me spit out my malice May you liue Till you haue nought to take nor none to giue For your ore-iaded pleasure may you stand Banisht for euer in this Fruitfull land Which fares the worse and that by Heauens high power For giuing harbour to an odious whoore May you detested liue intestate die And as I doubt not make your Tragedy By death more wofull may your vlcerous skin As it beares here the marks of your fowle sin Like to the Iewes as they did earst appeare Who in their fore-parts circumcised were Be circumcis'd that after times may shew There was small difference twixt the whore and Iewe. And you poore haire brain'd youths that doe begin To nestle in these lothsome sinkes of sin You that spend substance heritance and all Becomming subiect to a doubtfull fall You that are sent to practise studious arts But leauing them betake to worser parts Your vnfledg'd fancies heare me and you 'le say It seemes he wisht vs well another day Flie the strange woman let her wanton looke Be vnto you as some experientst booke Prescribing cures for strange diseases be As if you did not note or did not see Her sin-alluring motiues if she smile Conster it thus this wanton would beguile With her affected seeming if she play With her light capring foote or bid you stay So brazen fac't is sin away from thence Taxe but affect not her loth'd impudence If she shew modestie as well she may For whoores haue change of faces euery daie Vicing new fashions you may conster thus It is a painted but no natiue blush If she protest beleeue not what she sayth For there 's no whore but can dispense with faith If she inuite you to some dainty feast Be not entreated least like Circes beast You be transform'd from that same forme diuine Vnto the bestiall nature of a swine If she allure thee to some wanton sport In that she moues you to it care not for't Let St. foote be such follies lust affoord For fairest play is euer aboue boord Redart not eyes with her if she looke red Say its her guilt if pale distempored With some lasciuious passion if conceipt Be pregnant in her sweare its but deceipt To draw thee on if sullen it may be thought Her weight of sin has that distraction wrought If she discourse it s but some whorish tale That she perchance has purchas 't by retaile If silent 't may be thought she 's plotting ill And that 's the cause her oily tongue is still If seeming modest vertuous or precise It s her dissembling making her lusts eyes Like Basilisks who naturally haue Desire to kill where they do seeme to saue If hope of meanes fie let no Generous minde Stoope to so base a lure as be inclin'de To buy a stipend at so deare a rate As gage a soule to get a little state If discontent this is no remedie Vnto thy griefe but ads to miserie For who through discontent goes to a Whoore Must needs be more deiected then before If an enforced marriage as who can Taste still the sweete of comforts being man This is no way to ease thy troubled head To make thy selfe adulterize thy Bed If to spend time how ill is that spent time Which adds vnto that great accompt of thine Thousands of accusations where thy looke Shall beare record if wanton in that booke Where all our actions duely written be From youth to man to Age from infancy If for acquaintance as oftimes we heare The greatest men are most acquainted there Thou seeks amisse for what 's acquaintance worth By birth borne great to bastardise their birth If to obserue new fashions tricks not knowne Before of thee 'lasse those must needs be growne Quite out of fashion when there 's none that vse thē Saue Pandors Bawds whoors that stil abuse them If to be deem'd a Turne-ball roring lad Of all the straines that be there 's none