Comick straine In Tragedy or any other vaine In nipping Satyrs or in Epigrams In Odes in Elegies or Anagrams In eare-bewitching rare Hexameters Or in Iämbicke or Pentameters I know these like a Sculler not a Scholler And therefore Poet pray asswage your choller If as a theese in writing you enuy me Before you iudge me doe your worst and try me TO THE MIRROR OF TIME THE MOST REFVLGENT SPLENDIDIO VS REFLECTING COVRT Animal Don Archibald Armstrong Great M. Comptroller Commander and Countermander of mirth alacrity sport and ridiculous confabulations in this Septentrionall â—â—â— Westerne Monarchie of Magna Britania Your poore and daily Orator IOHN TAYLOR wisheth increase of your wisdome in your owne person and that your eminence and spirit may be infused into the bosoms of most mens heires that esteeme more of Wealth then of Wisdome RIght worthy worthlesse Patron the dayes and times being such wherein wit goes a wooll-gathering in a thredbare Iacket and folly is well reputed amongst those that seeme wise I considering this hauing but little wit in a mad humour bade farewell it and neuer so much as asked the question Wit whither wilt thou Being certainly perswaded that playing the foole will repaire the â—â—reaches which my vnhappy wit hath made in the Bulwarke of my reputation as it hath done to many others wherefore good sir with reuerence I hearing that so great a member in your esteemed quality as M. Thomas Coriat of Odcomb was drowned in his passage towards Constantinople and knowing that many good and worthy writers haue graced his liuing trauels So I haue made bold vnder your great Patronage to write his tragicall supposed Death-song or Funerall Eâ—legie not knowing any man of that worthy worth besides your selfe to whom I might dedicate these sad Epicediums Thus not doubting of your acceptance and protection I commit my selfe and my labors to your wonderfull wisdomes cenâ—ure alwaies hauing a poore Muse to trauell in your seruice Iohn Taylor TO THE GENTLEMEN READERS THAT vnderstand A.B. from a Battledore No Sooner newes of Coriats death was com But with the same my Muse was strookeÌ„ dom â— whilst he liued he was my Muses subiect Her onely life and sense sole pleasing obiect OdeoÌ„bian Graecian Latin Great ThomAsse He being dead what life hath she alasse â— yet I hope his death was false Report Or else 't was rumord to beget some sport To try how his deare friends would take his death And what rare Epicediums they would make T' accompany his all-lamented Herse In hobling iobling rumbling tumbling verse Some smooth some harsh some shorter some long As sweet Melodious as Madge Howlets song But when I saw that no man tooke in hand To make the world his worth to vnderstand Then vp I bussled from Obliuions den And of a Ganders quill I made a pen With which I wrote this following worke of woe Not caring much if he be dead or noâ— For whilst his body did containe a life The rarest wits were at continuall strife Who should exceed each other in his glory But none but I haue writ His Tragick story If he be dead then farewell he if not At his returne his thankes shall be thy lot Meane time my Muse doth like an humble Pleaâ—â— Intreat acceptance of the gentle Reader Remaining yours euer IOHN TAYLOR A SAD IOYFVLL LAMENTABLE DELIGHTFVLL MERRY-GO-SORRY ELEGY OR FVNERALL POEM VPON the supposed death of the famous Cosmographicall Surueior and Historiographicall Relator M r THOMAS CORIAT of Odcomb O For a rope of Onions from Saint Omers And for the muse of golden tongued Homers That I might write and weepe and weep and write Odcombian Coriats timelesse last good-night O were my wit inspir'd with Scoggins vaine Or that Will Summers ghost had seaz'd my braine Or Tarlton Lanum Singer Kempe and Pope Or she that danc'r and umbled on the rope Or Tilting Archy that so brauely ran Against Don Phebâ—â— knight that wordy man O all you crue in side pi'd coloured garments Assist me to the height of your preferments And with your wits and spirits inspire my pateful That I in Coriats praise be not ingratefull If euer age lamented losse of folly If euer man had cause of Melancholly Then now 's the time to waile his ruthlesse wracke And weepe in teares of Clares and of Sack ANd now according to my weake inuention His wondrous worthles worthines I 'l mention Yet to describe him as he is or was The wit of Men or monsters would surpasse His head was a large poudring tub of phrases WheÌ„ce men would pick delites as boys pick daises O head no head but blockhouse of fierce wars Where wit and earning were at daily lars Who should possesse the Mansion of his pate But at the last to end this great debate Admired learning tooke his heads possession And turnd his wit a wandring in progression But Miny on Muse hold whither wilt thou goe Thinkst thou his rare anatomy to shew None borne a Christian Turke nor yet in Tartary Can write each veyne each sinew and each artery His eyes and eares like Broakers by extortion Ingrost strange forraine manners and proportion But what his eyes and eares did see or heare His tongue or pen discharg'd the reckoning cleare That sure I thinke he well could proue by law He vttered more then e'r he heard or saw His tongue and hands haue truly paid their score And freely spent what they receiu'd and more But lord to see how farre o'r-shot am I To wade thus deepe in his Anatomy What now he is I 'l lightly ouerpasse I 'l onely write in part but what he was That as Grim Death our pleasures thus hath crost T is good because he 's gon to know what 's lost HEe was the Imp whilst he on earth suruiu'd From whom this west-worlds pastimes were deriu'd He was in City Country field Court The Well of dry braind lests and Pump of sport He was the treasure-house of wrinckled laughter Where melancholly moods are put to slaughter And in a word he was a man 'mongst many That neuer yet was paralleld by any Who now like him in spite of wind and weather Will weare one shiftlesse shirt 5. months together Who now to doe his natiue country grace Will for a Trophee execute his case Who now will take the height of euery Gallowes Or who 'l describe the signe of euery Alchouâ—e Whether his Host were bigge or short or tall And whether he did knock e'r he did call The colour of his Host and Hostesse haire What he bought cheap what he paid for deare For Veale or Mutton what he paid a ioynt Where he sate down and where he loos'd a poynt Each Tower each Turret and each lofty steeple Who now like him wil tel the vulgar people Who now will set a worke so many writers As he hath done in spite of his back-biters With Panegericks Anagrams Acrosticks â—emblazon him the chiefe among fantasticks â—las not one not one
three-pil'd blunted blade And flasâ—t in twaine the equinoctiall line Tâ—â— Thumâ— did through th' Arabian deserts wade Where Caster and his brother Pollux shine The threed-bare slap-Iacks of the westerne Iles Exasperate the Marble Sithian Snow Dame Veâ—â— traueld fifty thousand miles To see the bounds of Nilus ebbe and flow The Gormundizing Quagmires of the East Inâ—â—rgitate the Eremanthean Bull And rude rebounding Sagitarious Ceast To pipe Leualtoes to Gonzagaes Trull The Adriaricke Dolcats fate carousing And hidebound Gogmagog his shirt was lowsing Sweet Semi-circled Cynthia plaid at maw The whilst Endimion ran the wild-goose chase Great Bacchus with his Cros-bow kild a daw And sullen Saturne smil'd with pleasant face The nine-fold Bugbeares of the Caspian lake Sate whistling Ebon horne-pipes to their Ducks Madge-howlet straight for ioy her Girdle brake And rugged Satyrs friskd like Stagges and Bucks The vntam'd tumbling fifteene footed Goat With promulgation of the Lesbian shores Confronted Hydra in a sculler Boat At which the mighty mountaine Taurus rores Meane time great Sultan Soliman was borne And Atlas blew his rustick rumbling horne IF there be any Gentlemen or others that are desirous to be practitioners in the Barmoodo and Vtopian tongues the Professor being the Authour hereof dwelleth at the Old Swanne neere London Bridge who will teach them that are willing to learne with a gility and facility FINIS THE EIGHTH VVONDER OF THE VVORLD OR CORIATS ESCAPE FROM HIS SVPPOSED DROWNING DEDICATED To the Mighty Magnificent Potent and Powerfull Knight Sir Thomas Parsons alias Pheander alias Knight of the Sunne Great Champion to Apollo Palatine of Phoebus Sword-hearer to Sol Tilter to Tytan Housekeeper to Hyperion and heire apparant to the inuisible kingdome of the Fairies your deuoted Votary IOHN TAYLOR wisheth your Worshits wisdomes Longitude Latitude Altitude and Crassitude may increase aboue the Ridiculous multitude of the most eminent Stultorums of this latter age To thee braue knight who from the Delphia god come â— coÌ„secrate these famous Acts of Odcomb To thee alone and vnto none but thee For Patronage my toyling Muse doth flee I gaue my drowning Coriat vnto Archy And with his faire escape to thee now march I Not doubting but thou wilt in kindnesse take These lines thus writ for his and thy deare sake If thou in kindnesse wilt accept this taske Hereafter I will better things vn-caske And make the world thy worth to glory at In greater measure then at Coriat I 'l mount thee vp in verse past Charles his Wain I 'l make the Moone Endimion to disdaine I 'l write in euer-during lines thy fame As farre as Phoebus spreads his glorious flame I 'l make thee plucke sterne Saturne by the Chaps And braue great Ioue amids his thunder-clappes I 'l cause thy praise t' eclipse the god of Armes I 'l make Dame Venus yeeld to loues alarmes The nimble Mercury shall be thy foot-man If thou wilt grace my lines therfore looke tooâ— maâ— But if to patronize me thou dost scorne 'T were better then thou neuer hadst beene borne For 'gainst difdaine my Muses onely sport is To write with Gall commixt with Aqua-fortis And Vineger and Salt and Sublimatum Which where it falls wil scortch scald probatuâ— Then as thou lou'st the Fairy Queene thine Aunt Daine to vouchsafe this poore and triuiall grannt Then I thy Poet will with low Subiection Proceed to write Tom Coriats Resurrection Yours euer whos 's endeauoir shall perseuer in your seruice IOHN TAYLOR To the knowing Reader NOw sir it is a common customary vse in these times to salute you with somewhat as Honest Kinde Courteous Louing Friendly or Gentle but all these Epithites are ouer-worne and doe as it were stinke of the fusty garbe of Antiquity Besides if I should come vpon you with any of these claw-backe tearmes I might chance to belye you But if your kinde disposition doth merit to bee called kinde I pray let me finde it in your fauourable censure Some will perhaps dislike that I doe dedicate my bookes to Archy and Sir Thomas and such like To them I answere that my subiect being altogether foolish I were very absurd to thinke that any wise man would be my Patron And it were meere follie for mee to make a hotch-potch in seeking to compound wisedome and follie together But how soeuer thou esteemest it it thrusts it selfe into thy view wherein if thou beest not too much drowned in Melancholie thou wilt shew thy teeth if thou hast any with laughing And as â—â— lines are somewhat defectiue in their shape so I pray thee doe not hacke them nor hew them with thy stammering to make them worse nor Buzzard-blast them with thy â—alumniating mewes rushes and scuruies Thus leauing thee to thy selfe and my selfe vnto thee I remaine thine as thou respect'st me IOHN TAYLOR The cause of the contention betwixt sir Thomas the Scholer and Iohn the Sculler A Pamphlet printed was The Sculler nam'd Wherein Sir Thomas much my writing blam'd Because in Epigram therin was written In which he said he was nipt gald and bitten He frets he funâ—â— he rages and exclaimes And vowes to rouze me from the Riuer Thames Well I to make him some amends for that Did write a Booke was cald Laugh and be fat In which he said I wrong'd him ten times more And made him madder then he was before Then did he storme and chase and sweare and ban And so superiour powers amaine he ran Where he obtained Laugh and be fat 's confusion Who all were burnt and made a hot conclusion Then after that when rumour had him drownd The newes whereof my vexed Muse did wound I writ a letter to thâ— Elizian coast T' appease his angry wrong-incensed Ghost The which my poore inuention then did call Odcombs Complaint or Coriats Funerall But since true newes is come he scap'd that danger And through hot Sun-burnt Asia is a ranger His raising from the dead I thought to write To please my selfe and giue my friends delight The VVorlds eighth VVonder OR CORIATS REVIVING LOI the man whose Muse did lately forage Through winds seas with dreadlesse dantlesse corage And to the life in hodg-podg rime exprest How Odcombâ— Corâ—as was great Neptunes ghest How Thâ—â—â— sweedy full'd him in her lappe And as her darling fed the Barne with pappe How big mouth'd AEol storm'd and pust and blew And how both winds and Sea with all their crue Were pleas'd and displeas'd tumbled rag'd and tost The Gainers glad and mad were they that lost These tedious taskes my toyling Muse hath run And what she did for Coriats sake was dun Shee hath transported him to Bossems Inne Where in a Basket he hath hanged bin Shee hath inuolu'd him in the hungry deepe In hope to leaue him in eternall sleepe Yet hauing hang'd him first and after drown'd him My poore laborious Muse againe hath found him For 't is her duty still to wait and serue him Although the Fates should hang or
afright A merry graue aspect me thought he had And one he seem'd that I had often seene Yet was he in such vncouth shape yclad That what he was I could not wistly weene His cloake was Sack but not the Sacke of Spaine Canara Mallago or sprightfull Shery But made of Sack-cloth such as beares the graine Good salt coles which makes the Porters weary Lac'd round about with platted wheaten straw For which he nothing to the Silke-man owed A wearing neuer mention'd in the Law And yet far off like good gold lace it show'd Lin'd was his mantle with good Essex plush Pyde Calues skins or Veale sattin which you will It neuer was worne threedbare with a brush I naturally sau'd the labour still A hâ—t like Grantham steeple for the crowne Or Piramide was large in altitude With frugallbrim whereby he still was knowne From other men amongst a multitude A Princes shooe he for a iewell wore Two ribbonds and a feather in his beauer Which shape me thought I oft had seene before Yet out of knowledge where as 't had bin neuer He in his hand a flaming torch did hold And as he neerer did approach to me My hayre ' gan stand on end feare struck me cold Feare not I am Iohn Garrets ghost quoth he I come to rowze thy dull and lazy Muse From idlenesse from Lethe's hatefull lake And therefore stand vpon no vaine excuse But rise and to thy tooles thy selfe betake Remember me although my carkasse rot Write of me to me call me Foole or Iester But yet I pray thee Taylor ranke me not Among those knaues that doe the world bepester Thou wrot'st of great O toole and Coriat Of braue Sir Thomas Parsons Knight o' th Sun And Archy hath thy verse to glory at And yet for me thou nought haâ—t euer done Write that in Ireland I in Mars his trayne Long time did vnder noble Norris serue Where as I could I stood'gainst Pope and Spaine Whilst some were slain some w th want did starue Where shot wounds knocks I gave and tooke Vntill at last halfe maimed as I was A man decrepit I those warres forsooke And with my Passe did to my Country passe Where getting health I then shooke hands with death And to the Court I often made resort Where Englands mighty Queene Elizabeth Allow'd me entertainment for disport Then by the foretop did I take old time Then were not halfe so many fooles as now Then was my haruest and my onely prime My purse receiuing what my wit did plow Then in such compasse I my iests would hold That though I gaue a man a gird or twaine All his reuenge would be to giue me gold With commendations of my nimble â—raine Thus liu'd I till that gracious Queene deceast Who was succeeded by a famous King In whose blest Sons reigne I with yeeres opprest Me to my graue sicknesse and death did bring And now kind Iacke thou seest my ayrie forme Hath shaken off her Iayle of flesh and bone Whilest they remaine the feast of many a worme My better part doth visit thee alone And as betweene vs still our good requests Thou neuer me I neuer thee deny'd So for my sake collect some merry iests Whereby sad time may be with mirth supply'd And when 't is written find some good man forth One as thou think'st was when I liu'd my friend And though thy lines may be but little worth Yet vnto him my duty recommend So farewell Iacke dame Luna ' gins to rise The twinkling stars begin to borrow light Remember this my suit I thee aduise And so once more good honest Iacke good night With that more swifter then a shaft from bow He cut and curried through the empty ayre Whilest I amaz'd with feare as could as snow Straight felt my spirits quickly to repayre And though I found it but a dreame indeed Yet for his sake of whom I dreamed then I left my bed and cloath'd my selfe with speed And presently betooke me to my pen Cleere was the morne and Phoebus lent me light And as it followeth I began to write VVIT AND MIRTH. 1 MY selfe caried an old fellow by water that had wealth enough to be Deputy of the Ward and wit sufficient for a Scauenger the water being somewhat rough hoe was much afraid and in stead of saying his prayers he threatned me that if I did drowne him hee would spend a hundred pound but hee would see me hanged for it I desired him to be quiet and feare nothing and so in little space I landed him at the Beanes Colledge on the Bank-side â—â—â—â—s Paris Garden Well said he I am glad I am off the water for if the Boat had miscariad I could haue swum no more then a Goose. 2 AN old Painter at the repairing of a Church was writing sentences of Scripture vpon the wals by chance a friend of mine came into the Church and reading them perceiued much false English Old man said my friend Why doe you not write true English Alas Siâ—â— quoth the Painter they are poore sample people in this Parish and they wil not goe to the cost of it 3 TWo men being sate at a Table one against the other the one of them hauing a cup in has hand dranke to the other saying Here Opâ—â—â— I will drinke to you Opposite said the other being angry what is that I would not haue thee put any of thy nicknames vpon me for thou shalt well know that I am no more opposite then thy selfe or the skin betweene thy browes 4 A Wealthy Monsieur in France hauing profound reuenues and a shallow braine was told by his man that he did continually gape in his sleepe at which he was angry with his man saying hee would not beleeue it his man varified it to be true his Master said that hee would neuer beleeue any that told him so except quoth hee I chance to see it â—â—â—â— mine owne eyes and therefore I will â—â—â— a great Looking-glasse hanged at my â—â—â—â—â—eet for the purpose to try whether thou art a lying knaue or not 5 THe said Monsieur commanded his man to buy him a great Hat with a button in the â—rim to button it vp behind his man bought him one brought him he put it on his head with the button before which when he looked â—â— the glasse and saw he was very angry sayâ—â—â— â—â—â— crossed vntoward knaue did I not bid thee buy a hat with the button to hold it vp behind and thou hast brought me one that turnes vp before I command thee once more goe thy wayes and buy mee such a one as I would haue whatsoeuer it cost me 6 THe same Gallant as he trauelled would haue a Goose to his supper which when she was rosted and brought to the Table hee said she stunke not so I hope said the Hoste it cannot be for I am sute she was aliue since you came into the house That may be quoth the Monsieur
the seditious kill'd That with the stench of bodies putrifide A number numberles of people dyde And buriall to the dead they yeelded not But where they fell they let them stinke and rot That plague and sword and famine all three stroue Which should most bodies froÌ„ their soules remoue Vnsensible of one anothers woes The Soldiers then the liueles corpses throwes By hundreds and by thousands o're the walls Which when the Romans saw their dismall falls They told to Titus which when he perceiu'd He wept and vp t'ward heau'n his hands he heau'd And called on GOD to witnes with him this These slaughters were no thought or fault of his Those wretches that could scape from out the City Amongst their foes found â—oth reliefe and pity If the seditious any catch that fled Without remorse they straitway strook him dead Another misery I must vnfold A many Iewes had swallow'd store of gold Which they supposd should help them in their need But from this treasure did their â—aâ—e proceed For being by their en'mies fed and cherisht The gold was cause that many of them perisht Amongst them all one poore vnhappy creature Went priuatly to doe the need of Nature And in his Ordure for the Gold did looke Where being by the straggling soldiers tooke They ript him vp and searcht his maw to finde What Gold or Treasure there remain'd behind In this sort whilst the soldiers gap'd for gaine Was many a man and woman ript and slaine In some they found gold and in many none For had they gold or not gold all was one They were vnboweld by the barb'rous foe And search'd if they had any gold or no. But now my Story briefly to conclude Vespasians forces had the walls subdude And his triumphant Banner was displaide Amidst the streets which made the Iewes dismaid Who desp'rate to the Temple did retire Which with vngodly hands they set on fire Whilst Noble Titus with exceeding care Entreated them they would their Temple spare Oh saue that house quoth he ô quench oh slake And I will spare you for that Houses sake Oh let not after-times report a Storie That you haue burnt the worlds vnmatched glory For your owne sakes your children and your wiues If you doe looke for pardon for your liues If you expect grace from Vespasians hand Then saue your Temple Titus doth command The Iewes with hearts hard offred mercy heard But neither mercy or themselues regard They burnd and in their madnes did confound King Salomons great Temple to the ground That Temple which did thirty millions cost Was in a moment all consum'd and lost The blest Sanctum Sanctorum holiest place Blest oft with high Iehouahs sacred Grace Where at one offring as the Text sayes plaine Were two and twenty thousand Oxen slaine One hundred twenty thousand Sheepe beside At the same time for an oblation dide That house of God which raignes aboue the thunder Whose glorious fame made all the world to woÌ„der Was burnt and ransackt spight of humane aide And leuell with the lowly ground was laid Which when Vespasian and young Titus saw They cride kill kill vse speed and marshall Lavv The Roman soldiers then inspirde with rage Spard none slew all respect no sex or age The streets were drowned in a purple flood And slaughterd carcasses did swim in blood They slew whilst there were any left to slay The ablest men for slaues they bare away Iohn Simon and Eleazer wicked fiends As they deseru'd were brought to violent ends And from the time the Romanes did begin The siege vntill they did the Citty win Sedition sword fire famine all depriues Eleuen hundred thousand of their liues Besides one hundred thousand at the least Were tane and sold as each had beene a beast And from the time it was at first erected Till by the Remanes it was last deiected It stood as it in histories appeares Twenty one hundred seuenty and nine yeeres But yet ere God his vengeance downe did throw What strange prodigious wonders did he show As warnings how they should destruction shun And cause them to repent for deeds misdon First the Firmament Th' offended Lord Shewd them a Comet like a fiery sword The Temple and the Altar diuers nights Were all enuiron'd with bright burning lights And in the middest of the Temple there Vnnat'rally a Cow a Lambe did beare The Temples brazen gate no bolts restraine But of it selfe it open flew amaine Arm'd Men and Chariots in the Ayre assembled The pondrous Earth affrighted quak'd trembled A voyce cride in the Temple to this sence Let vs depart let vs depart from hence These supernat'rall accidents in summe Foretold some fearefull iudgement was to come But yet the Iewes accounted them as toyes Or scarcrow buggâ—beares to fright wanton â—oyes Secure they reuell'd in Ierusalem They thought these signes against their foes not them But yet when â—â—â—â— and death had all perform'd When ruine spoyle furious flames had storm'd Who then the desolated place had seene Would not haue knowne there had a Citty beene Thus Iuda and Ierusalem all fell Thus was fulfill'd what Christ did once foretell Sad deseletion all their ioyes bereft And one stone on another was not left FINIS TO THE RIGHT HONOVRABLE AND TRVELY VER I VOVS LADY and Noble Patronesse of good endeauours MARY Countesse of BVCKINGHAM Right Honourable Madame AS the Graces the Vertues the Senses and the Muses are emblem'd or alluded to your Noble sex and as all these haue ample residence in your worthy disposition To whom then but to your selfe being a Lady in goodnesse compleat should I commit the patronage of the memory of the great Lady of Ladies Mother to the High and Mighty Lord of Lords And though I a Taylor haue not apparell'd her in such garments of elocution and ornated stile as befits the glory and eminency of the least part of her Excellency yet I beseech your Honor to accepther for your owne worth and her Sonnes worthinesse which Son of hers by his owne merits and the powerfull mercy of his Father I heartily implore to giue your Honour a participation of his gracious Mothers eternall felicity Your Honours in all humble seruice to be commanded IOHN TAYLOR The Argument and cause of this Poem BEing lately in Antwerpe it was my fortune to ouerlooke an old printed booke in prose which I haue turned into verse of the life death and buriall of our blessed Lady wherein I read many things worthy of obseruation and many things friuolous and impertinent out of which I haue like a Bee suckt the sacred honey of the best authorities of Scriptures and Fathers which I best credited and I haue left the poyson of Antichristianisme to those where I found it whose stomackes can better digest it I haue put it to the Presse presuming it shall be accepted of Pious Protestants and charitable Catholikes as for luke-warme Nutarlists that are neither hot nor cold they doe offend my appetite and
pleasure And put repentance off to our last leasure To shew vs though we liu'd like Iewes and Turkes Yet Gods great mercy is aboue his workes To warne vs not presume or to despaire Here 's good example in this theeuing paire These seas of care with zealous fortitude This Virgin past among the multitude Oh gracious patterne of a sex so bad Oh the supernall patience that she had Her zeale her constancy her truth her loue The very best of women her doth proue Maids wiues and mothers all conforme your liues To hers the best of women maides or wiues But as her Sonnes death made her woes abound His resurrection all griefe did confound She saw him vanquish't and inglorious And after saw him Victor most victorious She saw him in contempt to lose his breath And after that she saw him conquer death She saw him blest a cursed death to dye And after saw him rise triumphantly Thus she that sorrowed most had comfort most Ioy doubly did returne for gladnesse lost And as before her torments tyranniz'd Her ioy could after not be equalliz'd Her Sonnes all-wondred resurrection Her Sauiours glorious ascension And last the Holy Ghost from heauen sent downe These mighty mercies all her ioyes did crowne Suppose a man that were exceeding poore Had got a thousand tunnes of golden ore How would his heart be lifted vp with mirth As this great masse of treasure most part earth But to be rob'd of all in 's height of glory Would not this lucklesse man be much more sory Then euer he was glad for in the minde Griefe more then ioy doth most abiding finde But then suppose that after all this lâ—sse The gold is well refined from the dresse And as the poore man doth his losse complaine His weath more pure should be relâ—â— againe Amidst his passions in this great reliefe I doubt not but his ioy would conquer griefe Euen so our bressed Lady hauing lost Her ioy her lewell she esteemed most Her all in all the heau'n and earths whole treasure Her gracious heart was grieued out of measure But when she found him in triumphant state No tongue or pen her ioy cou'd then relate She lost him poore and â—are and dead and cold She found him rich most glâ—â—â— to behold She lost him when vpon his backe was hurld The burthen of the sinnes of all the World She lost him mortall and immortall found him For crown of thorns a crown of glory crownd him Thus all her griefes her losse her cares and paine Return'd with ioyes inestimable gaine But now a true relation I will make How this blest Virgin did the world forsake 'T is probable that as our Sauiour bid Saint Iohn to take her home that so he did And it may be suppos'd she did abide With him and in his house vntill she dide Iohn did out-liue th'Apostles euery one For when Domitian held th' Imperiall Throne To th'Ile of Pathmos he was banisht then And there the Reuelation he did pen But whilst Iohn at Ierusalem did stay God tooke the blessed Virgins life away For after Christs Ascension it appeares She on the earth suruiued fifteene yeeres Full sixty three in all she did endure A sad glad pilgrimage a life most pure At sixty three yeeres age her life did fade Her soule most gracious was most glorious made Where with her Son her Sauiour her Lord God She euerlastingly hath her abode In such fruition of immortall glory Which cannot be describ'd in mortall story There mounted meelâ—e she sits in Maiesty Exalted there is her humility There she that was adorned full of Grace Beheld her Maker and Redeemers face And there she is amongst all blessed spirits By imputation of our Sauiours merits She there shall euer and for euer sing Eternall praise vnto th' Eternall King When she had paid the debt that all must pay When from her corps her soule was past away To Gethsemany with lamenting cheare Her sacred body on the Beere they beare There in the earth a Iewell was inter'd That was before all earthly wights prefer'd That Holy wife that Mother that pure Maid At Gethsemany in her graue was laid LENVOY This worke deserues the worke of better wit But I like Pilate say What 's writ is writ If it be lik'd poore artlesse I am glad And Charity I hope will mend what 's bad I know my selfe the meanest amongst men The most vnlearnedst that e'r handled pen But as it is into the world I send it And therefore pray commend it or come to end it FINIS TO THE RIGHT HONOVRABLE WORTHY and Learned Gentleman S r. THOMAS Richardson Knight Lord Chiefe Iustice of his Maiesties Court of Common Pleas and Speaker in the High Court of PARLIAMENT c. A double Anagramme THOMAS RICHARDSON AS MAN HONORDE CHRIT SO CHRIST HONERD A MAN YOur name includes that As Man honorde Christ So God againe through Christ honord a Man For if Man truely honor the most High'st Then Christ to honor Man both will and can Right Worthy Lord this in your name is true You honor Christ and Christ hath honord you RIGHT HONOVRABLE BVt that I am assured that your Noble disposition in all parts is sutable to the inside of this Booke I should neuer haue dared to Dedicate it to your Patronage for as it is a Diuine Poem so haâ—â— your Worship a religious heart As it hath an honest intention so haue you a brest euer full of â—â—â— thoughts which bring forth worthy actions as it is a whip or Scourge against all sorts of priat so hâ—â—e you euer beene an vfaigned louer of Courteous humanity and humility I humbly beseech your Honour although the method and stile be plaine to be pleased to giue it fauourable entertainment for the honesty that is in it and the dutifull affection of the Author Who is most obsequiously obliged to your Honour IOHN TAYLOR TO NO MATTER VVHO NO GREAT MATTER VVHERE YET TO BE READ THERE IS MATTER WHY ALTHOVGH NOT MVCH MATTER WHEN IT is no matter in whose hands or censure this my Superibae Flagellum or Whipping or Stripping of Pride fall into If it come into the view of true Nobility or Gentry I know it will be charitably accepted If into the hands of degenerate yongsters that esteeme Pride more then all the Liberall Sciences who account the foure Cardinall vertues inferiour to their owne carnall vices such a one will put me off with a scornefull tush a pish or a mew and commit my Booke to the protection of Ajax If a wise man reade it I know it will be discreetly censur'd if a Foole his Bolt is soone shot and I am arm'd against it if a Learned man peruse it he will beare with my bad Schollership if an vnlearned I care not for his opinion if a man of knowledge view it he will pardon my ignorance if an ignorant Asse see it he will bray out his owne if an honest rich man spy it he will be
he would that might be sacrificed to God to satisfie his Iustice for sinne and to recouer that eternall happinesse which was most miserably lost If man had had this liberty to aske and chuse a Redeemer surely I am verily perswaded that he would neuer haue beene so bold as to haue requested God to giue his well-beloued onely begotten Sonne to be crucified for him as in these dayes a condemned malefactor would be vndiscreet and vnkind if he should intreat his innocent friend to dye for him but if hee should request the Iudge on the Bench or the King on his Throane that either of them would doe him the fauour as to suffer his sonne to be executed for him if an offender should make such an vnreasonable request I imagine he would either be accounted mad or impudently foolish Seeing the case was such that man was altogether in misery remedilesse then did the God of mercy and Father of all consolation shew himselfe to bee in mercy boundlesse then did he promise to send his Sonne to be a Sauiour and Redeemer for as many as before and after his comming should lay hold on the merits of his death and passion which hee suffered for the Redemption of all true beleeuers At last in the fulnesse of time the eternall God-head was pleased to be so far abased as to leaue the blessed heauens to visit personally the cursed earth to forsake the glorious Throne and Crowne of vnspeakeable glory and Maiestie and by taking our fraile nature vpon him in the wombe of the Virgin to vndergoe all shame and calamitie and after many trauels and suffering innumerable reproaches to take the sinnes and transgressions of the whole World vpon his shoulders and being free from sinne was made sinne for vs and to redeeme vs from the Curse of the Law and the eternall wrath of God his Father was pleased to offer himselfe for a sacrifice of propitiation and reconciliation and to purchase vs eternall glory by his ignominious cruell and shamefull death of the Crosse. This was a Loue transcending all Loue so farre that no heart of Man or Angell could euer conceiue the last part of it that the King of Kings Lords of Lords should willingly and freely dye for his mortall enemies Seeing that Gods loue was so infinite to vs so many wayes as in creating vs not Beasts or Vermine but Men in redeeming vs when we wer in captiuity to the Deuill for euer with no lesse price then the precious heart blood of his owne Sonne for these and the rest of the multitude of his mercies let vs all in generall and euery Swearer and Blasphemer in particular examine our consciences how we doe with thankefulnesse requite this our good and gracious God for his vnmeasurable loue and mercy towards vs. How many of vs with very little search may finde our bosomes cram'd full of rebellious treacheries ingratitude that in stead of giuing God glory praise and thankes for all his benefits doe most accursedly or maliciously sweare him ouer and ouer from the head to the foot not leauing any part or attribute of him vnabused or not sworne by his body his soule his sides his heart his wounds his blood his entrailes his bones his feet nay they will not forbeare him â—â— much as his nailes so that the Iewes were more kind and lesse cruell in crucifying of him for they meddled neither with his soule or his bones but these wicked miscreants who are falsly called Christians doe their best endauours with all deuillisâ— greedinesse to cruciâ—â—â— againe the Lord of life and to teare him in pieces with oathes betwixt their cursed teeth I haue read in the Turkish History that is the a battell betwixt Amurath third Emperour of the Turkes and Lazarus Despot of Serâ—â—â—â— that the Archers were so many in the Turkish Army that in the fight they did as it were raine in showres vpon the Christians and with the multitude of the Arrowes like a clouâ—â— they darkned the earth And it is to be feared that euery houre in the day more oathes and shot at the Maiesty of God by wicked Câ—tiffes then the Turks did shoot Arrowers â—â—â— the Christians in that battell so that if our Sauiour had come into the World with a purpose to worke our perpetuall destruction and that the Deuill had beene the best friend we had in our redemption if it had or could haue beene so could men striue either to require the loue of the one with more seruice or the malice of the other with more abuse for Swearing is now in such high request that some man doth hold it a disparagement to his reputation not to sweare but to goe to Church he thinkes it too ciuill a course or to giue God thankes either before or after meales he is altogether ashamed and like a Micher muffles his face in his hat saying sometimes either nothing or nothing that any man can hears or vnderstand but to sweare and abuse the Name of God he is neuer ashamed but with open mouth he roares out his oathes stamping with his feete and beating his brest with more feruency then he said his prayers I haue heard a swearer most earnestly pray now and then to God but it hath beene â—â—â— beseech God to damne him or forsake him and on the other side I haue heard the same Rescall to beg and entreat the Deuill to take his soule and body making such great account of Hell that rather then hee would goe without it hee will request his bread meat or drinke to be his damnation but to desire God to forgiue his sins or to be thankefull for all his benefits to entreat saluation by true repentance â— through the merits of Christ Iesus these are things which he esteemes not worth the asking for altogether against the garbe of his Gentleman-like humour Now iudge with thy selfe whosoeuer thou beest that reads this dost thou thinke thou dealest well with God and that hee deserues no better vsage at thy hands A good name as Salomon faith is as a precious Oyntment and men are so chary and wary that they will by all meanes auoyd any scandall or dishonour of their names and it is Capitall Treason for any subiect to abuse or vilifie his King or Princes name Yet is God who is Almighty AEternall Incomprehensible the God of all glory Empires Kingdomes Principalities and Powers whose name is Wonderfull â—â—y and Iust at whose Name euery knee should bow with feare and reuerence before whose Throne the blessed Armies of Cherubins Seraphins Archangel Angels Patriarkes Prophets Apostles Saints and Martyrs doe continually sing Hallelutsh This great God whom the very Deuils in Hell doe beleeue and feare and tremble at his dreadfull wrath Iames 1.19 yet doth the earth breed monsters worse then Deuils and retaines and seedes more accursed fiends then Hell doth who with their vngodly breath doe as often as they can belch their odious oathes and blasphemie against the maiestie of
should haue a Nation purg'd and pure And as Elizabeth when she went hence Was wayted on as did be seeme a Prince Of all degrees to tend her Maiestie Neere forty thousand in that yeere did dye That as she was belou'd of high and lowe So at her death their deaths their loues did showe Whereby the world did note Elizabeth Was louingly attended after death So mighty Iames the worlds admired mireur True faiths defending friend sterne Foe to Errour When he Great Britains glorious Crown did leaue A Crowne of endlesse glory to receaue Then presently in lesse then eight months space Full eighty thousand follow him a pace And now that Royall Iames intombed lyes And that onr gracious Charles his roome supplies As Heau'n did for his Father formerly A sinfull Nation cleanse and purifie So God for him these things to passe doth bring And mends the Subiects for so good a King Vpon whose Throne may peace and plenty rest And he and his Eternally be blest NOw for a Conclusion in Prose I must haue one touch more at the vncharitablenesse and ingratitude of those beastly barbarous cruell Country Canibals whom neither the entreaty of the healthy or misery of the sicke could moue to any sparke of humanity or Christian compassion their ingratitude being such that although the Citty of London hath continually extended her bounty towards the Countries in generall and particular necessities for repairing their Churches Bridges and high wayes for their wrackes by sea for their losses by fire for their â—inundations by water for many Free-scholes Alme-houses other workes of piety and charity most largely and aboundantly expressed and most apparantly knowne vnto them yet notwithstanding all these and much more then I can recollect these Grunting Girigashites these Hog-rubbing Gadarens suffers the distressed sonnes and daughters of this famous fostering City to languish pine starue and dye in their streetes fields ditches and high-wayes giuing or allowing them no reliefe whilest they liued or burials being dead whose liues in many places might haue beene saued with the harbours and entertainment which the currish Nabals did afford their swine They haue their excuses and by the fault of their hard-heartednesse vpon the strict command from the Iustices and Magistrates alas a staffe is quickely found to beate a dogg for let it be granted that the Iustices and men of Authoritie did command and counsell then to be wary and carefull yet I am sure that neither God or any Christian or good Magistrate did euer command or exhort them to be cruell vnmercifull vnthankefull barbarous inhumane or vncharitable for it there were â—â— are any either Iustice or other of that hellis and hoggish disposition let him or them expect to howle with Diues for being so vncompassionate What haue you beene but murtherers of your Christian brethren and sisters for the rule of charity saith that whosoeuer heeor they be that may relieue or helpe the necessities of others and doth reiect or neglect it by which meanes those that are in want doe perish that they are murtherers and as many of our Country Innes and Ale-houses haue vnchang'd their signes because they will giue no harbour vpon any condition to neither whole or sicke so without Repentance and Gods great mercy some of them must expect to hang in hell for their inhospitable want or pittie What madnesse did possesse you did you thinke that none but Citizens were marked for death that onely a blacke or ciuill fuâ— of apparell with a Ruffe-band was onely the Plagues liuery No you shall find it otherwayes for a Russet Coat or a sheepe-skin couer is no Armour of proofe against Gods Arrowes though you shut vp barracado your dores and windowes as hard as your hearts and heads were Ramd against your distressed brethren yet death will find you and leaue you to iudgement The Booke of God doth yeeld vs many presidents and examples that we are to be carefull to preserue life it is madnesse to stand wilfully vnder a falling house or to sleep whilst the water ouer-flow vs to runne desperatly into the fire or not auoid a shot or a stroke of a sword It is lawfull to auoid famine to shun the Leper the great or small Pox and many other diseases for if Physicke be good to restore health it is wisdome to preserue health to preuent Physicke The skilfull Mariner in a dangerous storme or tempest will make the hest haste he can into a safe hauen or a good harbour I am commanded to loue my neighbour and to bee carefull to helpe him in the preseruation of his life and therefore I must be respectfull of mine owne Our Sauiour Christ although he was God omnipotent whose becke or the least of his commands could haue consumed Herod and crushed him and his Tyraâ—ny to nothing yet did he please not to vse the power and strength of his Godhead but for our instruction and example shewing the weaknesse and imbecillity of his humanity hee fled from Herod into Egypt By this which hath beene written it is apparent that it is lawfull for any man to absent himselfe if his calling will permit the same from manifest and approaching danger oâ— his life Beasts Fowles and Fishes will shunne their destruction Wormes and contemptible vermine as lice and slâ—as will crawle creepe and skip to saue themselues from death therefore man that hath being Life Sence Reason and Hope of immortalitie may lawfully seeke his owne preseruation But if there be any that haue out of a slauish or vnchristian-like feare fled or runne-away from this famous City in this lamentable visitation I meane such as left neither prayer or purse to relieue those that vnderwent the grieuous burthens of sickenesse and calamity such as trusted more in the Country aide then in heauenly prouidence such as imagined that their safety was by their owne care and industry not remembring that their sinnes and transgressions haue helped to pull downe Gods wrath vpon their afflicted brethren and Sisters I say if any such there be that attribute their preseruation to their owne discreet carriage giuing the praise to the meanes not much minding the All-sufficient cause and Giuer of the meanes If any such haue fallen into the vncourteous pawes of the sordid Rusticles or Clownish Coridons let them know that Gods blessings are worth thankes and that they were iuslly plagued for their vnthankefulnesse And some haue beene too swift and fearefull in flying so many haue beene too slow and aduenturous in staying depending too much vpon a common and desperate opinion that their times are fixed that their dayes are numbred that their liues are limited so that till God hath appointed they shall not dye and that it lyes not in them or any power of man to lengthen life All these Assertions are true and I must needs grant vnto them But for as much as God is the Land Lord of life and puts it as his Tenants in our frailc Tenements although
digest it let him eate The prayse of the Gray Goose wing THe Winchester and Taylors Goose I see Are both too heauy and too hot for me I will returne the honour to Emblaze Of the Gray Goose that on the greene doth graze To speake of wandring Wild-goose in this place Were like a Goose to run the Wild-goose chase The Egyptians did obserue their wonted guise How in the Skie they flew triangle-wise Which with one Corner forward is their drift Thus figured to cut the Ayre more swift For me the wilde-Goose is too high a game My minde is onely to the Goose that 's tame I in her Fleshes prayse haue wrote before But yet her Feathers doe deserue much more They are of farre more estimate and price Then th'Estrich or the bird of Paradise The Rauen the Crow the Daw in mourning digitâ—â— The prating Pye attyr'd in blacke and white The Buzzard Redshanke Kite Owle Gull Rookâ— The fabled Phoenix that breedes where goe lookeâ—â— The Pheasant Partridge Turtle Plouer Pidgeon The Woodcock Woodquist Woodpecker Wiâ—â— The Iay the Snipe the Teale the Cock the Hen sgâ—â— The Chogh the Larke the Lapwing the Wraâ—â— The Falkon the Gerfalkon Hobby Marlin The Sparrowhauke the Goshauke Tassell Starlin The Haggard Keistrell Lanneret Cormorant The Caperkelly and the Termagant The Bunting Heathcocke Crane and Pellican The Turkey Mallard Ducke the Storke the Swan The Pewet Parrot and the Popinjay The Eagle and the Cassawaraway The Sheldrake Bittour Black bird Nightingale The Cuckow that is alwayes in one tale The Sparrow of the hedge or of the house The Ringdoue Redbrest and the Tittimouse The Bulunch Goldfinch Ringtaile Wagtaile and The Hearne that liues by water and by land The Swallow Martin Lennet and the Thrush The Mauis that sings sweetly in the bush The Morecoote the Kingfisher and the Quaile The Peacock with his proud vaine-glorious taile These sorts of Birds that I haue nam'd before If they were thrice redoubled three times more And let men value them but as they are They cannot with the Goose for worth compeare Many of these doe feed on Carrion still And still are Carrion euer being ill Neither in flesh or feathers they affoord To doe man seruice at his bed or boord And some of them yeeld Plumes and ornaments For Ladies and for Knightly Tournaments But let these toyes be weigh'd but iust and right And thei 'le be found as vaine as they are light Others there are as Parrots Stares Pyes Dawes Are mightily accounted of because They can speak perfect none-sence prate châ—â—â—â— Feeding the eare these fowles makes fooles these â—â— Then there are others great and small in size But great all for the greatnesse of their price Most pleasantly their flesh men doe denoure The sawce lyes in the reckoning sharpe and sowre Some are to sing continually in Cages And get but bread and water for their wages And others with great paines men doe procure With cost of Manning Diet Hood Bels Lure â—â— pleasure 's little and the gaine is small Goose for profit doth surprise them all Then with her flesh mans stomack she hath sed â—â— giues him ease and comfort in his bed He yeelds no whim-whams wauering on his crest â—â— the relieues him with repose and rest â—d though the world be hard she layes him soft â—e beares the burthen and he lyes aloft â—t him be drunke or weary sicke or same â—e's semper idem alwayes one the same â—â—us to supply our wants and serue our needes â—ood meate and lodging from a Goose procedes â—â—sides she loues not farre abroad to gad â—t at all times she 's easie to be had â—â— if to satisfie mans hungry gut â—e wayted still that he her throat should cut â—n neede not be at charge for Hawkes and Dogs â—nd ride and run o're hedge ditch mines bogs â—e's quickly caught and drest well eates as pleasant â—â— far fetch'd deere bought Partridge or a PheasaÌ„t Throughout the world the Trumpe of Fame loud rings â—â—emblaze the glory of the Gooses wings The Romane Eagle ne'r had spred so farre â—ut that the gray Goose was the Conquerer â—ostris King of Egypt with her feather â—â—ain'd stormes and showres of Arrowes like foule weather â—nd ouercame the Iewes th' Assirians â—h ' Arabians Scithians Germanes Thracians The Huns the Gothes the Vandals and the Gals With Arrows made great Rome their seu'rall thrals The Philistines were mighty Bow-men all With which they got the conquest of King Saull â—rus with thousands of his Persians With Shafts were slaine by the Messagetans â—â—urkes Tartars Troyans and the Parthians â—anes Saxons Sweuians and Polonians â—ea all the Nations the whole world around The gray-Goose-wing hath honour'd and renound But why should I roame farre and wide aloofe When our own Kingdome yeelds sufficient proofe But search the Chronicles it is most plaiâ—e That the Goose-wing braue conquests did obtaine Remember valiant Edwards name the third How with the wing of this deseruing Bird When to small purpose seru'd his Shield or Lance At Cresste he ore-top'd the pow'r of France And after that remember but agen That Thunder-bolt of warre that Mars of men The black Prince Edward his victorious sonne How he at Pâ—â—ctiers a braue battaile wonne Where the French King and many Peeres wer tane Their Nobles and their Gentles most part slaine And thirty thousand of their Commons more Lay in the field all weltring in their gore Henry the fift that memorable King All France did vnto his subiection bring When forty thousand of the French men lay At Agincount slaine in that bloody fray And though true valour did that conquest win But for the Gooses wing it had not bin In these things and much more then I can say The Gooses feather bore the prize away If I should write all in particular What this rare feather hath atchieu'd in war Into a sea of matter I should runne And so begin a worke will ne'r be done And thus from time to time it hath appear'd How the gray Goose hath brauely domineer'd With swiftly cutting through the empty skie Triumphantly transporting victorie From land to land offending and defending The Conquest on the Arrowes still depending Our English Yeomen in the dayes of old Their names and fames haue worthily â—â—told Witnesse that Leath that stout admired three Braue Adam Bell Clim Clough Will Clowdeslee I could capitulate and write vpon Our English Robin Hood and little Iohn How with this feather they haue wonne renowne That euermore their memories shall crowne And e'r the Deuill these damned Gunnes deuis'd Or hellish powder here was exercis'd With the Goose-wing we did more honour get More nobly gain'd then Gunnes could euer yet And how hath Vice our worthy Land infected * Some thing in praise of the exercise of shooting Since Archery hath beene too much neglected The time that men in shooting spent before Is now perhaps peruâ—rted to a Whore Or bowling swearing drinke or damned
Dice Is now most Gentleman-like exercise But for these few that in those dayes remaine Who are addicted to this shooting veine Let men but note their worthy disposition And we shall see they are of best condition Free honest spirits such as men may trust In all their actions constant true and iust It is a thing I haue obserued long An Archers mind is cleare from doing * For the most part this is generall wrong It is a * K. Henry the 8. did with the consent of the 2. estates in the Parliament enact a Stature for shootingâ— which Statute is still of force though not in vse note worthy respect and marke An Archer is no base defamed Sharke Not giuen to pride to couetousnesse or To swearing which all good men doe abhorre Nor doth he exercise or take delight To cheate to cogge to lye and to backe-bite But with most louing friendly conuersation He practiseth this manly recreation There was a Statute in th' eight Henries raigne Which Statute yet doth in full force remaine And as it stands in force so doth my Muse With that it were obseru'd and kept in vse Within these few yeeres I to mind doe call The Yeomen of the Guard were Archers all A hundred at a time I oft haue seene With Bowes Arrowes ride before the * Queene Elizabeth Queene Their Bowes in hand their Quiuers on their shoulders Was a most stately shew to the beholders And herein if men rightly doe obserue The Arrowes did for two good vses serue First for a shewe of great magnificence And trusty weapons for to guard their Prince Prince Charles our hope of Britaines happinesse Doth his affection oftentimes expresse With many Noble men of worthy race Doe with their best performance shooting grace And long may these * The Highland-men or Red-shanks in Scotland are exceeding good archers superiour Worthies liue Example to th' inferiour sort to giue That though this exercise be much declin'd May some supporters and defenders find King Sauls braue sonne true-hearted Ionathan * 2 â—am 1. 18. Dauids true friend a Prince a valiant man Did in this noble quality excell As the true story of his life doth tell King Dauid made a Law and did command That shooting should be taught within this land Thus from true Histories we plainely see That shooting is of great antiquity And that the glory of the Gooses wings Hath beene aduanc'd by Princes Lords and Kings And that yet Princes Peeres and Potentates And best of all conditions and estates Doe giue to Archery the praise and prise Of the best manly honest exercise The praise of the Gooses Quill ANd thus for shooters hauing shew'd my skill I 'le now say somewhat for the Gooses Quill Great Mars his Traine of Military men I leaue and turne the Shaft into a Pen The Gooses feather acteth sundry parts And is an Instrument both of Armes and Arts. Many diuine and heauenly mysteries And many memorable Histories Had with blind Ignorance beene ouer-growne And were 't not for the Pen had ne'r bin knowne The Muses might in Parnass hill haue staid Their fames had ne'r bin through the world displaid But that the Gooses Quill with full consent Was found to be the fittest Instrument To be their Nuntius and to disperse Their glory through the spacious Vniuerse Grammar that of all Science is the ground Without it in forgetfulnesse were drownd And Rethorick the sweet rule of eloquence Through the Goose Quill distils it's Quintessâ—â—â— Logick with definitions I am sure Were nothing or else very much obscure Astronomie would lye or lye forgot And scarce remembred or regarded not Arithmetick would erre exceedingly Forgetting to deuide and multiply Geometry would lose the Altitude The craslic Longitude and Latitude And Musick in poore case would be o're-throwne But that the Goose Quill pricks the Lessons downe Thus all the liberall Sciences are still In generall beholding to the Quill Embassages to farre remoted Princes Bonds Obligations Bills and Euidences Letters twixt foe and foe or friend and friend To gratulate instruct or reprehend Assurances where faith and troth is scant To make the faithlesse to keepe couenant The Potent weapon of the reuerend Law That can giue life or death saue hang or draw That with a Royall or a noble dash Can from the Kings Exchequer fetch the Cash To most shop-keepers it a reckoning makes What 's got or lost what he layes out or takes Without the Goose a Scriuener were a foole Her Quill is all his onely working toole And sure a Goose is of a wondrous nature Contrary to each other liuing creature Things that in water earth or ayre haue growth And feede and liue bite onely with the mouth But the Goose with sophisticated skill Doth bite most dangerously with her quill Yet is she free from prodigality And most of all bites partiality She oft with biting makes a Knight a detter * A shrewd biting beast And rankle to a Begger little better She oft hath bit a Gallant from his land With quick conueyance and by slight of hand Sometimes his biting is as durable As is a Gangren most incureable And many that into her fangs doe fall Doe take the Counters for their Hospitall A Forger or a Villaine that forsweares Or a False-witnesse she bites off their eares On me her pow'r she many times hath showne And made me pay more debts then were mine oâ—â—â— Thus doth her Quill bite more then doe her chaps To teach fooles to beware of after-claps They say in Latine that a Gooses name â—â— ANSER which made in Anagram SNARE in English which doth plaine declare That she to fooles and knaues will be a snare * Hereupon began the Prouerbes of good Goose bite not â—deede she oft hath beene a snare to mee â—y selfe was in the fault alas not shee The memorable honour of the Goose sauing the Capitoll at Rome Bvt now to shew her neuer-dying name And how at Rome she wan deseruing fame When barbarous Brennus cruell King of Galls And wasted Italy and raz'd Romes Walls When deuastation did depopulate With sword and furious fire the Romane state When many a throat was tyrannously cut And all the Citie to the sacke was put When many of the Citizens did flye â—â—to the Capitoll to liue and dye Whereas the Image of great Iupiter The rip rap thwick thwack thumping thunderer Was of refined gold adorn'd ador'd Where helples fooles poore helples helpe implor'd The Capitoll a goodly building was And did for strength by Art and Nature Passe â—o that the people that were there within Thought it impregnable that none could win But slender watch vpon the walls they kept And thinking all secure secure they flept They thought Ioues Statue and his Temple there Was a sure guard that foes they need not feare But Ioue these dangers did not vnderstand Or else he had some other worke in hand Perhaps poore Io like a Cow in shape He
Toms Tom Thumbe Tom foole Tom piper and Tom-asse Thou Tom of Toms dost all these Toms surpasse Tom tell-troth is a foolish gull to thee There 's no comparisons twixt thee and hee If tell-troth Tom were any of thy kin I thinke thy Booke not halfe so big had bin Clareanus Videanus Not last nor least but neere thy praises end This worthy man thy worthlesse works commend No scuruy idle name he will thee call And therefore he will call thee none but all If I on euery Epithete should write Thy friends bestow on thee thou wandring wight No Reader then durst on my writings looke They would so far out-swell thy boystrous booke But shortest writ the greatest wit affoords And greatest wit consists in fewest words Thus Monsieur Coriat at your kind request My recantation here I haue exprest And in my Commentaries haue bin bold To write of all that haue your fame inrol'd I meane of such my wit can vnderstand That speake the language of the Britaine land But for the Latine French the Greeke or Spanish Italian or the Welsh from them I vanish I on these tongues by no meanes can comment For they are out of my dull Element Consider with your selfe good Sir I pray Who hath bin bolder with you I or they If I I vow to make you satisfaction Either in words or pen or manly action I haue bin bold to descant on each iest Yet from the Text I nothing wrong did wrest My lines may be compared to the Thames Whose gliding current and whose glassie streames On which if men doe looke as in a glasse They may perceiue an asse to be an asse An owle an owle a man to be a man And thou thou famous great Odcombian Shalt see thy selfe descypherd out so plaine Thou shalt haue cause to thanke me for my paine But holla holla whither runnes my pen I yet haue descanted what other men Haue wrote before but now I thinke it fit To adde additions of mine owne to it I yet haue champ'd what better writers chaw'd And now my Muse incites me to applaud Thy worth thy fortune and thy high desart That all the world may take thee Asse thou art And now to sing thy glory I begin Thy worthy welcome vnto Bossoms Inne M'Coriats entertainement at Bossoms Inne IEwes-trumpt Bag-pipes musick high and low Stretch to the height your merry squeking notes And all you Cockney cocks clap wings and crow Here comes an Odcomb cocke will eat no oates Pipes tabers fiddles trebble and the base Blow sound and scrape fill all the ayre with mirth Blind harpers all your instruments vncase And welcome home the wonder of the earth Great Coriat mirrour of the foure-fold world The fountaine whence Alacrity doth flow On whom rich Nature nat'rall gifts hath hurld Whom all admire from Palace to the Plow The onely Aristarck-asse of this age The maine Exchequer of all mad-cap glee For Fortune thrust him on this earthly stage That he the onely Thing of Things should be He that so many galling steps hath trac'd That in so many countries earst hath bin And to his euiternall same is grac'd To be well welcom'd vnto Bossoms Inne Vnto which place whilst Christians time doth last If any once in progresse chance to come They of my Lords great bounty needs must taste Which oftentimes doth proue a pondrous summe For why my lusty liberall minded Lord Is very friendly to all passengers And from his bounty freely doth afford Both pounds and purses to all messengers And thither now is Monsieur Odcombe come Who on his owne backe-side receiuâ—d his pay Not like the entertainement of Iacke Drum Who was best welcome when he went his way But he not taking my Lords coyne for current Against his Lordship and his followers raues Like to a cruell all-deuouring torrent These words he vtterd stuff'd with thuÌ„dring brâ—â— Bafe vassals of the blacke infernall den Vntutor'd peasants to the fiends of hell Damn'd Incubusses in the shapes of men Whose mind 's the sinke where impious dealings dwell Curst age when buzzards owles and blinded bats Against the princely Eagle rise in swarmes When weazels polecats hungry tau'ning rats Against the Lyon raise rebellious armes When as the offall of the vilest earth Raile roguishly ' gainst their superiour powers And seeme to contradict them in their mirth And blast with stinking breath their pleasat houres When base mechanicke muddy-minded slaues Whose choysest food is garlicke and greene cheese The cursed off-spring of hells horrid caues Rude rugged rascals clad in pelt and freeze And such are you you damn'd Tartarian whelps Vnmanner'd mungrels sonnes of Cerberuâ— Whom Pluto keepes for speedy hellish helps T' increase the monarchie of Erebus But now my Muse with wrinkled laughter fild Is like to bursts O hold my sides I pray For straight my Lord by his command'ment wild Cause Coriat did his Lordship disobay That in the Basket presently they mount him And let him see his ancient royall tower For he hath maz'd them all that they account him To be some mighty man of forcelesse power And now the matter plainer to disclose A little while I 'll turne my verse to prose 2. Oration COntaminous pestiferous preposterous stygmaticall slauonians slubberdegullions since not the externall vnualued trappings caparisons or accoutrements that I weare as outward ornaments or inuellopings of the more internall beauty of the minde that is â—â—is incaged within them since not the eye-amazing character of my austere Physiognomy since not the sword of Aiax nor the words of â—vlisses since no meanes nor proiect neither of â—force or policy could stay the rugged râ—bustiâ—ous rage that your innated hereditary inciuility or inhumanity hath made you to inflict â—on me I vow and sweare by the burning heard of scorching Sol and by the bloudy cut-throat cuttleaxe of swaggering Mars and by the dimple faire Venus chin and by the armed cornuted front of sweating Vulcan that I will execute on you such confounding vengeance that your off-springs off-spring to the 39. generation shall ban with execrations as bitter as coloquintida the day houre and bald-paâ—â—ed Time of this your audacious insolency And thou ignoble horse-rubbing peasant that by the borrowed title of a Lord being but a vilipendious mechanicall Hostler hast laid this insulting insupportable command on me the time shall come when thou shalt cast thy â—nticke authority as a snake casts her skin and then thou for an example to future posterities shalt make an vnsauory period of thy maleuolent dayes in litter and horse-dongue No sooner was this graue Oration ended Whereto my Lord and all his traine attended Being strooken in an admirable maze That they like Ghosts on one another gaze Quoth one This man doth coniure sure I thinke No Quoth another He is much in drinke â— Nay quoth a third I doubt he 's raging mad Faith quoth my Lord he 's a most dangerous lad For such strange English from his tongue doth slide As no man
you stand In duty for your liues and honours bound To him for by him haue you beene renown'd Yet Death that 's common vnto euery one Should be intolerable vnto none And therefore let his noble spirit rest Amidst those ioyes which cannot be exprest Let those that liue his goodnesse imitate And yeeld vnto the course of mortall fate FINIS A FVNERALL ELEGIE IN THE SACRED MEMORY OF THE Right Reuerend Right Honourable and Learned Father in GOD LANCELOT Lord Bishop of VVinchester Deane of his Maiesties Chappell Prelate of the Right Honourable Order of the Garter and one of the Lords of his Maiestices most Honourable Priuie COVNCELL Who departed this life at his house in Southwarke on Munday the 25 th of September last 1626 and was Honourably Interred in Saint Sauiours Church in Southwarke the XI of Nouember TO THE WORSHIPFVLL AND RELIGIOVS GENTLE man M r. Iohn Parker Citizen of London and of the worshipfull Societie of Marchant-Taylors Right Worthy Sir IN these ingratefull daies of ours wherein mens merits are forgotten with the expiration of the life and that too many doe glory to leaue happy or vnhappy posterities behinde them to â—â—â— their memories liue when they are gone or else put a vaine hope of a long lasting same by eâ—â—â—cting painted vaine-glorious Sepulchers and marble Monuments whilst small are theâ—â—â— ber of those that by Piety Charity Noble and vertuous Actions and good life and conuersation â—â— seeke to attaine the neuer-fading memory of Eternity and true lmmortality so that it is a doubt whâ—ther the death of the good or the life of the bad are most to be lamented Yet although the true worthâ—â— this deceased Right Reuerend Right Honourable and right Learned Father whom God in merry â—â— taken from the euill to come is of that inuincible and impregenable strength that the flattery or battle of future time cannot beat it downe into the gulfe of obliuion and forget fulnesse yet though weâ—â— lesse I in dutious loue and reuerence to the Dead and true in affection to the liuing amongst whom â—â—â—â— of my departed Lords Friends and Seruants I am much endeared and oblieged vnto I haue set â—â— rudely to paper and as I could though not as I should I haue as it were onley look'd into the Suiâ—â—â—â— of a goodly City tasted Manna afarre off and touched the skirts or hem of his meritorious vertues whâ—â— I have made bold to dedicate to your Worships graue and iudicious view and censure humbly desirâ— your VVorship to accept my intention more then my Labour in hope whereof I cease to enlarge my Eâ—â—â— further wishing you such happinesse in this life as is correspondent to your worth and such felicity in â—â— life to come as is layd vp for good men in Heauen Your Worships to command IOHN TAYLOR A Silly Taper or a Candles light Are vaine additious to make Sol more bright â—â—â— can one little water-drop augment The mighty bounds of Neptunes continent The raging Winds that threaten sea and shore â—â—â— one mans breath is not increas'd the more â—â—â— or can a handfull of vnstable sand â—â—yse mounts of earth or amplifie the land â—â—â— that am the meanest man of men â—â—rane wanting learning meaner for the pen â—th glimering raper or a drop of raine â—â—not increase the light inlarge the maine â—â—â— any way in sitting tearmes set foth â—ght Reuerend Winchester Admired worth â—â—â—all the learned Poets of these dayes â—â—ght write and speake in his deserued prayse â—â—â— spend their inke and paper and their spirits â—â—â—â—add no fame or honour ot his merits â—â—â—as pute snow shewes whiter to the eye â—â—â—â—hen cole-black Crowes or swarty Rauens are by â—â—â—as the darknesse makes light seeme more cleare â—â—â—will his Vertues in my lines appeare â—â—â—speake his passage in this vale of strife London he had being first and life â—hose Parents as became their reputation â—â—â—bring him vp in worthy education â—â—â— Prem brooke Hall in Cambridge witnesse will â—hereas his noble memory liues still â—passing on in this his morall race â—â—ne'd by grace from higher place to place â—â—â—to the Deanery of Westminster â—â—â—to this Bishopricke of Chichester â—â— Iames did next to Elye him preferre â—ich learned Prince made him his Almoner â—â—â— by Gods prouidence nor his desire â—â—â—to Winchester translated higher â—â—â—of the Royall Chappell and beside Garters Prelate he was dignifide â—â—â—gracious Iames did in his wisedome see â—â—â— worthy Lords vpright integrity â—hom all loyall vertues were innate â—â—â—â—him a priuy Councellour of State â—â—â—his honours still did higher grow â— minde in meeke humillity was low â—â—â—like a blessed Samuel was he â—yned from his infancy to be â—iant souldier of Christs faithfull Campe â—in God Church a learn'd illustrious Lamp â—â—â—â—at the lord to Abraham did say From thy Country and thy Kin away â—â—â—from thy Fathers house I charge thee goe â—â—â—Lord that I to thee will showe â—is right reuerend Lord was from his youth â—â—â—from the world to Gods eternall truth â—being one in Heau ' ns high businesse sent â—igh in this world yet from the world he went For though the world is as 't is vnderstood Mans natiue Country as he 's flesh and blood Yet is his worldly part a prison foule Wherein in bondage lyes his purer soule Which soule is heauenly makes heauen her aime And here she 's in the World not of the same So this deceased Subiect of my muse He liu'd and grieu'd to see the worldsabuse And like a â—eremy â—â— had â—â—â—ments He sigh'd and greu'd bewaynng the euents Which haue and doe and dad â—â— are like Vpon this woefull age of ours to strike He saw and grieu'd a what all men should grieue How goodnesse small reipect could here achieue And how the chiefest good that men doe craue Is pompe and wealth and rich appreil braue How man will for his body haue good food Good fire good cloathes good house and lodging good And all the care's how these goods may be had And few men cared though their soules be bad Thus the sraile World in pous â—â—â— Strooke in his Christian heart griefes deepe impression That all that worldly was he quite â—orgor And vs'd the World as if hee vs'd itâ— oâ— Hee by the Spirit of God perceiued plaine That all earthes pompe and glory is but vayne And therefore with a lowly minde and meeke He did Christs righteousnesse kingdome seeke For which euen as our Sauiours word is past His earthly treasures were vppon him cast For still the word of God confirm'd shall be I 'le honour them saith he that honour me His heart was free from an ambitious thought No popular applause of men he sought His pride was godly a true Christian pride To know Christ and to know him crucifide And though fraile men are with vaine toyes intis'd Hee with'd to be disolu'd to be with Christ. His charity was not in out-ward show No Pharisey-like Trumpet ere did blow To make the World applause with
former Seruants of seuer all Offices in his Maiesties House and other Esquires his maâ—stres seruants of good qualitie The Gentlemen of his Maiesties Chappel in Surplaices and rich Copes the Sergeant of the Vestry accompanying them Chaplaines Doctors of Phisicke Doctors of Diuinity Knights Gentlemen of the Priuy Chamber Gentlemen of the Bed-chamber to the Prince Baronets Barons younger sonnes Knights of the Priuy-Councell Viscounts eldest sonnes a Veluet cushen cartâ—ed by an Esquire The Comptroller Treasurer Steward and Chamberlain to his Grace bearing white Staues Barons of Ireland Scotland and England Bishops Earles eldest Sons Viscounts Earles of Scotland and England The Duke of Linox eldest Sonne The Arch-Bishop of Canterbury The Mace The Purse The Iora Keeper Preacher Sergeant Trumpetter and foure Trumpets The Great Banner borne by an Earles Sonne accompanied with an Herald The chiefe mourning Horse couered with blacke Veluet and garnished with Eschochens of Tassata with Shaffron and Plumes led by M r. Harton Clauell His Graces Hatchinements borne as followeth The Gauntlets and Spurres The Helme and Crest and the Sword borne by three Heralds The Targe and Coate of Armes borne by two Kings of Armes Then the â—â—uely Effigies or representation of his Grace drowne in a Chariot by sixe goodly Horses garnished as the former couered with a Canopy of black Veluet The Pall supported two Earles Sons and two Marquesses Sons The Foâ—â—â— going on each side the Chariot and likewise ten small Banners carried by 10. Knights 5 of Scotland and 5 of England round about the Chariot two Principall Gentlemen riding at his head and feet in the said Chariot Then folowed Garter principall King of Armes accompanied with a Gentleman â— sher who went bareheaded the Duke of Linox chief Mourner The Lord Tresurer and Lord President of the Councell his supporters 10 other Assistants The Lord Priuy Seale and Duke of Buckingham The Marquis Hamilton and Earle Marshall The Lord Chamberlaine of his Maiesties House and the E. of Sussex the E. of Southampton and E. of Essex the E. of Salisbury and E. of Exceter The M r of the Horse to his Grace in close mourning leading the Horse of Honor â—â—â—â—â—â— furnished Thus past this sad shew from his Graces House in Holborne to Westminster where the Funerall Rites being solemnely ended his Graces liuely Effigies was leâ—â— in the Abby of S t. Peter vnder a Rich Hearse FINIS GREAT BRITAINE ALL IN BLACKE OR A short Elegie written in the manner of AEquiuoques in a sad and dutifull remembrance of the Royall Prince HENRY OH for a Quill of that Arabian Wing That 's hatcht in embers of Sun-kindled fire Who to her selfe her selfe doth issue bring And three in one is Young and Dam and Sire Oh that I could to Virgils veine aspire Or Homers Verse the golden-languag'd Greeke In polish'd phrases I my lines would tyre Into the depth of Art my Muse would seeke Mean time she 'mongst the linguish'd Poets throngs Although she want the helpe of Forraigne Tongs TO write great Britaines wo how am I able That hauing lost a peerelesse Princely Sonne So wise so graue so stout so amiable Whose Vertues shin'd as did the mid-dayes Sunne And did illustrate all our Hemispheare Now all the world affoords not him his pheare His Royall minde was euermore dispos'd From vertue vnto vertue to accrue On good deserts his bountie he dispos'd Which made him follow'd by so braue a crue That though himselfe was peerlesse many a Peere As his Attendants dayly did appeare In him the Thundrers braine-borne daughter Pallas Had tane possession as her natiue Clime In him and his terrestriall heau'nly Palace Was taught how men by vertuous deeds shal clime So that although his yeeres were in the spring He was true honours Fount and valors Spring So firme so stable and so continent So wise so valiant and so truly chaste That from his Microcosmos continent All heau'n-abhorred hel-hatch'd lust was chac'd Hee ran no vicious vice alluring grace To staine the glory of his Royall race His soule from whence it came is gone againe And earth hath tane what did to earth belong He whilom to this Land was such a Gaine That mem'ry of his losse must deeds belong All states and sexes both the young and graue Lament his timelesse going to his Graue Man-murdring death blinde cruell fierce and fell How dost thou gripe him in thy meagre armes By thy rude stroke this Prince of Princes fell Whose valor brau'd the mighty God of Armes Right well in peace he could of peace debate Dreadlesse of dreadfull danger or debate Robustuous rawbon'd monster death to teare From vs our happy hope we did enioy And turne our many ioyes to many a teare Who else might ioyfully haue liu'd in ioy As wind on thousands all at once doth blow By his deaths stroke so millions feele the blow Well could I wish but wishing is in vaine That many millions and amongst them I Had slue'd the bloods from euery flowing veine And vented floods of water from each eye T' haue sau'd the life of this Maiestike Heyre Would thousand soules had wandred in the ayre But cease my Muse thou farre vnworthy art To name his name whose praise on hie doth mount Leaue leaue I say this taske to men of Art And let his soule rest to sweet Zions Mount His Angell spright hath bid the world adue And earth hath claim'd his body as a due Epitaph Here vnder ground great HENRIES corps doth be If God were pleas'd I wish it were a lye IOHN TAYLOR THE MVSES MOVRNING OR FVNER ALL SONNETS ON THE Death of IOHN MORAY Esquire TO THE WHOLE AND ENTIRE NVMBER OF THE Noble and Ancient name of Morayes Iohn Taylor dedicates these sad Funerall Sonnets Sonnet 1. VVHen King Corbredus wore the Scottish Crowne The Romanes did the Britaine Land afflict But Corbred ioyn'd confederate with the Pict By whom Queen â—eadaes foes were ouerthrowne The Morayes then to haue their valour knowne Did first the Romane forces contradict And made them render vp their liues so strict That horse and foot and all were beaten downe Loe thus began the Morayes honour'd Race Of memorable Ancient worthy fame And since the fiue and fiftieth yeere of Grace â—â— Scotland hath suruiu'd that noble name To whom aliue and to my dead friends hear so In duty heere I consecrate this verse Hee that is euer obliged to your Noble name IOHN TAYLOR Sonnet 2. WEepe euerlastingly you Nymphs diuine Your very Quintessence is waste and spent Sigh grone and weepe with wofull languishment Dead is the life that made your Glories shine The heau'nly numbers of your Sacred nine He tun'd as an Aetheriall Instrument So sweet as if the Gods did all consent In him their Consort wholy to combine Weepe Muses euerlastingly lament Eclipsed is your Sire Apollo's shrine Grim Death the life hath from your Champion rent And therefore sigh grone weepe lament and pine And let the Lawrell rot consume and wither Dye Muses
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
Bottle Bag Pipe Dog and all Shall breed no iarres in Westminsters great Hall Peace and tranquility was all his life And dead his goods shall breed no cause of strife Thus Shepheards haue no places meanes or times To fall into these hell-deseruing crimes Which Courtiers Lawyers Tradesmen men of arms Commit vnto their soules and Bodies harmes And from the Shepheards now I le turne my stile To sundry sorts of sheepe another while The Lambs that in the Iewes passeouer dy'd Were figures of the Lambeâ— that 's crucifi'd Esa. 53.7 And Esay doth compare our heauenly food 1. Ioh. 1.29 T'â— Sheepe which dumb before the shearer stood Whose death and merits did this title win The Lambe of God which freed the world from sin LAMBE Anagram's BLAME LAMBE Anagram's BALME The Anagram's of Lambe is Blame and Balme And Christ the Lambe Vpon him tooke our Blame His precious Blood Gods heauy wrath did calme ' I'was th' onely Blame for Sinne to cure the same All power and praise and glory be therefore Ascribed to the Lambe for euermore And in the threescore nineteenth Psalme we read That like a Sheepe our God doth Ieseph lead Againe of vs he such account doth keepe That of his Paffure we are called Sheepe And euery day we doe confesse almost That we haue err'd and stray'd like Sheepe that 's lest Our Saueour that hath bought our Soules so deare Hath said his Sheepe his voice will onely heare And Thrice did Christ vnto Saint Peter call In which he spake to his Disciples all Iab 21.15.16 If you doe loue me feed my Sheepe quoth he And feed my Lambs well if you doe loue me Moreouer in the final Iudgement day There is the right hand and the left hand way Whereas the sheepe he to himselfe doth gather With saying Come Ye blessed of my Father c And to the Goats in his consuming ire He bids Depars into eternall fire Thus our Redeemer and his whole elect The name of Sheepe held euer in respect And the comparison holds reference To profit and to harmelesse innocence For of all beasts that euer were or are None can for goodnesse with a Sheepe compare Indeed for bone and burthen I must grant He 's much inferiour to the Elephant The Dromedarie Camell Horse and Asse For loade and carriage doth a Sheepe surpasse Strong Taurus Eunuch sonne the labouring Oxe The stately Stagge the bobtaild craftie Foxe These and all rauenous beasts of prey must yeeld Vnto the Sheepe the honour of the field An Oxe is the Eunuch sonne of a Bull. I could recount the names of many more The Lyon Vnicorne the Beare and Bore The Wolfe the Tyger the Rhinoscerot The Leopard and a number more I woe But all these greedie Beasts great Ouids pen Doth say are metamorphos'd into men For Beast to Beast afford more conscience can And much lesse cruelty than man to man I le therefore let such Beasts be as they be For feare they Kicke and snap and snarle at me â—â— Vnto the Sheepe againe my Muse doth flye For honest safetie and commoditie He with his flesh and fleece doth feed and clad All Languages and Nations good and bad What can it more but dye that we may liue And euery yeare to vs a liuery giue 'T is such a bountie and the charge so deepe That nothing can afford the like but Sheepe For should the world want Sheepe but 5. whole yere Ten thousand millions would want cloathes to And wer 't not for the flesh of this kind beast weare The world might fast when it doth often feast There 's nothing doth vnto a Sheepe pertaine But'tis for mans commoditie and gaine For men to men so much vntrusty are Tolye to couzen to forsweare and sweare That oathes and passing words and ioyning heads Is like assurance written in the sands To make men keepe their words and mend all this The silly Sheepe skin turn'd to parchment is There 's many a wealthy man whose whole tstate Lyes more in Parchment then in coyne or Plate Indentures Leafes Euidenoes Wills Bonds Contracts Records Obligations Bils With these although the sherpeskin is bat weake It binds men strongly that they dare not breake Bâ—â— if man eates Spiders no. v and then The oyle of Parchment cures him oftagen And what rare stuffes which in the world are fram'd Can be value like to Parchment nam'd The richest cloth of gold that can befound A yard of it was nere worth fiftie pound And I haue seene two foot of Sheepeskin drest Which hath bin worth ten thousand pounds at least A peece of parchment well with Inke Iac'd ouer Helps many a gallant to a Sattin couer Into the Mercer it some Faith doth strike It giues the Silkeman Hope of no dislike The Taylor it with Charitie assailes It thrusts him last betwixt his Bill and Vailes And by these meanes a piece of parchment can Patch vp and make a Gull a Gentleman The Nature of it very strange I finde 'T is much like Physicke it can loose and binde 'T is one mans freedome and anothers noose And like the Pope it doth both binde and loose If the Taylors Bill be out of measure to the Gentleman then be can make a fit measure for him with his owne bond And as the Ram and Ewe doe fructifie And euery yeare a Lambe doth multiply So doth a sheepe-skin Bond make money breed And procreate as seed doth spring from seed â—â— hundred pounds the Ewe which euery yeare Doth breed a ten pound Lambe all charges cleare A Bond is the Ewe the borrower and lender are both Rams and the Interest is the Lambe Thus is a sheepe-skin prou'd the onely Tie And stay whereon a world of men relye Which holds a crew of Earth wormes kin more awe Then both the Tables of the sacred Law Past number I could many functions name Who as 't is parchment liue vpon the fame But 't is sufficient this small homely touch Should all be writ my Booke would swell too much Now for the Ram the Ewe the Lambe and Weather I le touch their skins as they are turn'd to Leather And made in Purses Pouches Laces Strings Gloues Points Book Couers ten thousand things And many Tradesmen line and thriue thereby Which if I would I more could amplifie Their Guts serue Instruments which sweetly found Their Dung is best to make most fruitfull ground Their Hoofes burnt will most venom'd Serpents kill Their grated Hornes are good 'gainst poyson still Their Milke makes Cheese mans hunger to preuent As I haue seen in suffex and in Keut Their Trotters for the healthy or the sicke Drest as they should be are good meat to picke The Cookes and Butchers with the Ioints doe gaine And poore folkes eate the Gather Head and braine And though all wise mens iudgement will allow A Sheepe to be much lesser then a Cow Yet in a Leg of Mutton I can see More meat then in a leg of Beefe can be A liue Sheepe
learned langâ—ages adorn'd admir'd Saint Peter preaching tels the people plaine How they the liuing Lord of life had slaine Some slout and mocke remaining stubborne hearted And many Soules peruerted are conuerted The Church increases daily numbers comes And to the Gospels furth'ring giue great Summes Acts. False Ananias and his faithlesse wife In dreadfull manner lost their wretched life The enuious people stone the Martye Steuen He praying for his foes leaues earth for Heauen The Churches Arch foe persecuting Saul Is made a conuert and a preaching Paul He 's clapt in Prison manacled nad fetter'd And through his troubles still his zeale is better'd Th Apostle Iames by Herod's put to death And Herod eat with Lice loft hatefull breath Th' increasing Church amongst the Gentiles spreds By Nâ—re Paul and Peter lost their heads Romanes Th' Apostle Paul from Corinth writes to Rome To strength their faith and tell them Christ is come He shewes how high and low both Iew and Greeke Are one with God who faithfully him seeke He tels how sinne in mortall bodies luâ—kes How we are sau'd by faith and not by workes In louing tearmes the people he doth moue To Faith to Hope to Charity and Loue. 1. Corinthâ— Paul to Corinthus from Philippy sends Their Zeale and Faith he louingly commends He tels them if Gods Seruice they regard Th' eternall Crowne of life is their reward 2. Corinths In this Saint Paul sends the Corinthians word Afflictions are the blessings of the Lord. He doth desire their Faith may still increase He wishes their prosperity and peace Galathians He tels them that their whole Saluations cause Is all in Christ and not in Moses Lawes The Law 's a glasse where men their sinnes doe sec And that by Christ we onely saued be Ephesians Paul bids cast off the old man with his vice And put on Christ our blest redempcions price Philippians He bids them of false teachers to beware He tels them that Humilitie is rare And though they liue here in a vaile of strife Yet for them layd vp is the Crowne of life Colossians Th' Apostle doth reioyce and praiseth God That these Colossians in true Faith abode He praiseth them he bids them watch and pray That sin an Sathan worke not their decay 1. Thessalonians He thanketh God his labour 's not in vaine So stedfast in the faith these men remaine That they to others are ablelled light By their example how to liue vpright 2. Thessalonians Againe to them he louingly doth write He bids them pray the Gospell prosper might He wishes them prosperitie and wealth And in the end Soules euerlasting health 1. and 2. to Timothy Paul shewes to Timothy a By shop must In life and doctrine be sincâ—re and iust And how the Scriptures power haue to perswade Whereby the man of God is perfect made Titus To Titus 'mongst the Creetans Paul doth send And warnes him what â—allow or reprehend Philemon Paul earnestly the Master doth request To pardon his poore man that had transgrest Hebrewes Although this booke doth beare no Authors name It shewes the Iews how they thier liues should frame And that the Ceremoniall Law is ended In Christ in whom all grace is comprenended S. Iames. Heare speake and doe well the Apostle faith For by thy workes a man may see thy faith I. and 2. to Peter He counsels vs be sober watch and pray And still be ready for the Iudgement day 1 2 and 3. of Iohn He shewes Christ di'de and from the graue arose To saue his friends and to confound his foes S. Iude. Iude bids them in all Godlinesse proceed And of deceiuing teachers on take heed Reuelation Diuine S. Iohn to Pathmos I le exilde This heauenly worâ— t' instruct vs he compild He tels the godly God shall be their gaines He threats she godlesse with eternall paines He shewes how Antichrist should reigne and rage And how our Sauiour should his pride asswage How Christ in glory shall to Iudgement come And how all people must abide his doome A Prayer GOod God Almighty in compassion tender Preserue and keepe King Charles thy Faiths defender Thy Glory make his Honor still increase In Peace in Warres and in Eternall peace Amen THE BOOKE OF MARTYRS DEDICATED TO THE RIGHT HONOVRABLE WILLIAM EARLE OF PEMBROOKE c. MY Lord my weake Collection out hath tooke The summe and pith of the great Martyrs Booke For pardon and protection I intreat The Volume's little my presumption great IOHN TAYLOR I Sing their deaths who dying made death yeeld By Scriptures sword and faiths vnbattered shield Whom Sathan men or monsters could not tame Nor sorde them to deny their Sauiours name Euangelists that did the Gospell write Apostles and braue Martyrs that did fight Gainst death and hell and all the power of sin And boldly dâ—de eternall life to win Iohn Baptist by King Herod lost his head Who to the world repentance published Our blest Redeemer in his loue did follow And conquered death mans sinfull soule to hallow He was the death of death and he did quell The sting and power of Sathan sin and hell And vnder his great standard valiantly A number numberlesse haue darde to die Through bondage famine slauery sword and fire Through all deuised torments they aspire Victoriously to gaine th' immortall Crowne Of neuer-ending honour and renowne Saint Steuen was the third that lost his breath And for his Masters sake was ston'd to death And after him in Scripture may we reade The Apostle Iames was brain'd and butchered Saint Marke th Euangelist in fire did burne And Bartholmen was flead yet would not turne Saint Andrew like a valliant champion dide And willing on a croste was crucifide Matthias Philip Peter and Saint Paul Ston'd crucified beheaded Martyrs all Th' Apostles of their liues no reckoning make And thinke them well spent for their Sauiours sale The tyrant Emperours in number ten Most cruell barb'rous and inhumaine men More Christians by their bloudy meanes did sâ—â—y Then for a yeere fiue thousand to each day And many Romane Bishops in those dayes Were Martyrd to their high Creators praise And though each day so many thousands bleed Yet doubtly more and more they daily breed As Camomile growes better bâ—ing trod So death and tortures draw more vnto God Or as the vine that 's cut and prun'd beares more In one yeere then it did in three before This bloudy persecution did out-weare After Christs death the first three hundred yeere Thus did the primitiue first Church endure Being Catholike Apostolike and pure Then ouer all the world t was truely knowne That Romish Bishops claimed but their owne In their owne Diocesse to be chiefe Pastor And not to be the worlds great Lord and master And now our Britaine glory will I sing From Lucius reign the worlds first Christian King Vnto these dayes of happy peacefull state A Catalogue of Martyrs I le relate First Vrsula and eleuen thousand with her All Virgins for
not be blinde may plainely spy That their insulting proud commanding Priest Is â—bsolute and onely Antichrist H'exalts himselfe ' boue all that 's called God Vpon the Emperours necke he proudly trod Hee is th'abomination void of grace That mounts himselfe into the holy place He makes the Princes of the Earth drinke vp And quaffe the poyson of his cursed Cup. Who being drunken with the drâ—gs of sinne They haue his sworne and forsworne vassals beene Bewitched with his foule Inchanting charmes Gainst one another they haue rose in armes By forreine and domesticke bloudie broyles Whilst he hath fild his his coffers with their spoyles His double dealing too plaine appeares In setting Christian Princes by the eares Whilst he into his anatitious hands Hath feiz'd their persons moueables and lands And as the Christian Kings themselues made weake The Turke into their Kingdomes gan to breake And thus the Turke and Pope joynd with the deuill Haue beene the authors of all Christian euill FINIS THE BOOKE OF MARTYRS The Second Part. DEDICATED TO THE RIGHT HONOVRABLE PHILLIP EARLE OF MONTGOMERIE c. MY Lord the liues and deaths of Saints and Kings This little Booke vnto your Greatnesse sings Protection and acceptance if you giue It shall as shall Your selfe for ever liue IOHN TAYLOR VVHen the 7 Henry in his graue was laid And the eight Henry Englands Scepter sway'd Romes bloudy persecution raged more In England than in ten Kings raignes before And therefore Reader in this little Booke For euery Martyrs name thou must not looke But men of chiefest note respect and same That dyed in England onely these I name And first the Papists tyranny beganne In murthering Richard Hun a zealous man For being kept in prison by their power They closly hang'd him in the Lollards Tower And then they all in generall decreed Reporting Hun himselfe had done the deed Ann sixteene dayes iust after this was don They burn'd the foresaid corps of Richard Hun. Then to the number of full thirty fiue The surious flames did all of life depriue In seuerall places of this wofull land Because they did the Pope of Rome withstand At which time Thomas Bilney did begin To preach and teach against Antichristian sinne Where in Saint Georges Church in Ipswich Towne The Papists from the Pulpit pluckt him downe And as in dolefull prison he did lie He put his finger in the flames to try He prou'd aud God did giue him strenght to beare His death to liue with his Redeemer deare The next of note was one Iohn Frith a man Of learning great a Martyrs same he wan Then learned Luther and graue Zwinglius With Caluin Beza Occolampadius All glorious gracious reuerend lamps of light Were instruments to cleare blear'd Englands sight In Flanders William Tindall for Gods Word Was Sacrific'd to glorifie the Lord. Iohn Lambert valiantly his death did take And burn'd in Smithfield for his Sauiour sake About this time that Honourable man Lord Cromwels life and timelesse death began Hee like an Earthquake made the Abbies fall The Fryeries the Nunneries and all This famous Noble worthy Essex Earle This Iemme this Iewell this most orient pearle Was for his truth from all he had discarded And with his heads losse all his faith rewarded The next of worthy note by fire that dide Was good Anne Askew who did strong abide Rackes tortures and the cruell raging flame To magnifie her high Creators name Then gan the Kings eyes to be opended quite Inlightened by the euerlasting light He banisht Superstitious idle sables And packt the Papists hence with all their bables Then Bonner Gardner Brethren both in euill Factors and Actors bloudhounds for the Deuill Their burning fame to infamy soone saded They Godlesse gracelesse were disgracst degraded The King thus hauing this good worke begun He dyed and left the Kingdome to his Sonne Then raign'd young Edward that sweet Princely childe By whom all Popery was cleane exilde But he too good to liue mongst wicked men Th' Almighty tooke him hence to Heauen agen No sooner Edward was laid in his Tombe But England was the slaughter-house of Rome Gardner and Bonner were from prison turn'd And whom they pleas'd were eyther sau'd or burn'd Queene Mary imitating Iezabell Aduanc'd againe the Ministers of Hell Then tyranny began to tyrannize Tortures and torments then they did deuise Then Master Rogers with a saith most feruent Was burn'd and dy'd in Smith field Gods true Seruant Next vnto him did Laurence Sanders dye By fire for Iesus sake at Couentry He did embrace and kindly kisse the stake To gaine Heau'ns glory did the world for sake Good Byshop Hooper was at Gloster burn'd Cause he against the Romish Doctrine spurn'd And Doctor Taylor a true zealous man At Hadly burn'd eternall glory wan Then Byshop Ferrar next his life did spend In fire to gaine the life shall neuer end Next William Fowler first did loose his hand Then burn'd because the Pope he did withstand In Essex Thomas Hawkes with faith victorious Did dye by fire to gaine a life most glorious Master Ioha Bradford for his Sauiours sake In Smithsield burn'd a godly end did make Two reuerend Byshops Father Latimer And Ridley each of them a heauenly starre Liu'd in Gods foare and in his fauour dy'd At Oxford burn'd and now are glorisi'd Iohâ— Philpâ—t gladly did the fire embrace And died and liues in his Redeemers grace Then that graue Father and religious man Arch-Bishop of Cranmars troubles hot began His Pompe his state his glory and his pride Was to know Iesus and him crucifide He liu'd a godly Preacher of Gods Word And dy'd a glorious Martyr of the Lord. Iohn Carcles in close Prison carefully Did change his cares for ioyes eternally But this small volum cannot well containe One quarter of the Saints in England flaine In Henries Raigne and Maries cruell Queene Eight thousand people there hath slaughtered beene Some by the Sword some Hang'd some burnt in fire Some staru'd to death in Prison all expire Twelue thousand and seuen hundred more beside Much perseâ—uting trouble did abide Some wrackt som whipt som tortur'd som in stocks Some doing penance with a world of mockes Some with an yron in the faces burn'd Some out of all their goods to beggry rurn'd Some barefoot bearing faggots on their shoulders Weâ—e made a wondring stocke to the beholders All this and more much more they did endure Because they would not yeeld to liue impure But now to speake the law lesse â—ause wherefore And why these people troubled were so sore Because they would not make their plaints mones To senseles I mages dead stockes and slones Because they said the Sacramentall bread Is not the Lord which shall iudge quick and dead Because they not beleeu'd a Purgatory And held the Popes decrees an idle story Because they would not creepe vnto the crosse And change Gods sacred Word for humane drosse Because they held the Masse an Idoll soule At once which
pickt the purse damn'd the Soule Because they knew the Pope and all his crue Hâ—â— hounds whoÌ„ heauern in rage on earth did spue And in a word they thus were ouer-trod Because they truly seru'd the liuing God This was the maine and onely cause of all Because they would not offer vnto Bâ—el The Popes outragious and couragious actor Was Bishop Bonner hells most trusty factor Romes hangman and the firebrand of this Realme That with a sloud of bloud did ouerwhelme The true beleeuers of Gods holy truth He burchered not regarding age or youth With him was ioyn'd a man almost as ill Who tooke delight Gods seruants bleud to spill Cal'd Stephen Gardner Englands Chanceller And Bishop of the Sea of Winchester These two did striue each other to excell Who should doe greatest seruice vnto Hell Vntill at last God heard his seruants cry And each of them did die immediately Thus when Iâ—honah heard the iust complaints Of his beloued poore afflicted Saints Then this too cruell Pope defending Queene The bloudiest Princesse that this land hath seene She did decease and persecution ceast And tired wofullâ— Englands purchast rest Queene Mary being dead her welcome death Reuin'd our ioyes in blest ELIZABETH Innumerable were her woes and cares Abundance were the subtill wiles and snares Which Sathan and his Ministers oft laid To reaue the life of that most harmelesse Maid She was accus'd abus'd reuil'd miscal'd She was from prison vnto prison hal'd Long in the Tower she shas close prisner shut Her louing seruants all way were put From thence to Windsor thence to Woodstocke sent Closely mewd vp from all the worlds content But God whose mercies euer did defend her Did in her greatest Sorrow comfort send her He did behold her from his Throne on hie And kept her as the apple of his eye Let Hell and Hell-hounds still attempt to spill Yet the Almighty guards his Seruants still And he at lest did ease her Sorrowes mone And rais'd her to her lawfall awfull throne This Royall Deborah this Princely Dame Whose life made all the world admire her fame As Iudith in Bet hâ—lias same was spread For cutting off great Holophernès head So our Eliza stoutly did begin Vntopping and beheading Romish sin Shee purg'd the Land of Papistryâ—agen Shee liu'd belou'd of God admir'd of men Shee made the Antichristian Kingdome quake She made the mighty power of Spaine to shake As farre as Sunne and Moone dispears'd her Rayes So farre and farther went her matchlesse praise She was at home abroad in euery part Loadstar and Loadstone to each eye and heart Supported onely by Gods powerfull hand She foure and forty yeares did rule this Land And then she lest her Royall Princely Seat She chang'd earths greatnesse to be heauenly great Thus did this Westerne Worlds great wouder dye She fell from height to be aduanc'd more hie Terrestriall Kings and Kingdomes all must fade Then blest is she that is immortall made Her death fild woefull England full of feares The Papists long'd for change with itching eares For her decease was all their onely hope To raise againe the doctrine of the Pope But he whose power is all omnipotent Diâ— their vnhappy hopelesse hopes preuent Succession lawfully did leaue the Crowne Vnto a Prince whose vertue and Renowne And learning did out-stripall Kings as sarre As doth the Sunne obseure a little starre What man that is but man could bassâ— more Romes seauenâ—headed purple beastly Whore How wisely hath he Bellarmine conâ—uted And how diuinely hath'he ost dispated How zealously he did Cods faith desend How often on Gods word he did attend How clement pious and how gracious good Was he as fits the greatnesse of his bloud Were 't not for him how should the Muâ—â—s doe He was their patterne and their patron too He was th' Apollo from whose radient Beames The quinteffence of Poetry our-streames And from the splendor of his piercing rayes A world of worthy writers won the bayes Yet all the worthy vertues so transparent And so well knowne to be in him inharent Could not perswade the Papists leaue their strife With cursed treasons to attempt his life For when their disputations helpt them not They would dispute in a damn'd powder plot In which the Romists went beyond the deuill For Hell could not inuent a plot so euill But he that plac'd him on his royall Throne The God of Iacob Iudahs holy one That God for Iesus sake I doe beseech With humble heart and with vnfained speech That he or his may Britaines Scepter sway Till time the world and all things passe away But now he 's gone into Eternall blissÌ„e Crowneâ— And with Eternall glory crowned is Long may King CHARLES weare Britaines royall And heauens best blessings raise his high Renowne FINIS GODS MANIFOLD MERCIES IN THESE MIRACVLOVS DELIverances of our Church of England from the yeare 1565. vntill this present 1630. particularly and briefly Described IOSHVA 4.21 22. 24. When your Children shall aske their Fathers in time to come What meaneth this Pillar Then yee shall let your Children know saying THESE ARE THE DELIVERIES WHICH GOD HATH VOVCHSAFED TO HIS CHVRCH IN ENGLAND SINCE THE BEGINNING OF QVEENE ELIZABETHS RAIGNE TO THIS DAY That all the People of the Earth might know the hand of the Lord that it is mightie that yee might feare the Lord your God for euer THere was a Bull in Rome was long a breeding Which Bull prou'd little better then a Calfe Was sent to England for some better feeding To fatten in his Holinesse behalfe The vertues that this Beast of Babell had In thundring manner was to banne and curse Raile at the Queene as it were raging mad Yet God be thanked she was ne're the worse The goodly Sire of it was Impious * Pius the fufh of that name Pope of Rome piuâ— Hee taught it learnedly to curse and banne And to our faces boldly to defie vs. It madly ouer England quickly ranne But what succeâ—â—e it had reade more and see The fruits of it herevnder written be This Bull did excommunicate and curse the Queene â—â—depâ—â—eth her from her Crowne it proclaimed her an Hereâ—â—â—â— it cursed all such as loued her it threatned damnation to all subiects as durâ—t obey her and it promised the kingdome of heauen to those that would oppose and kill her This was the effect and nature of this Popish Beast which all wise godly and vnder standing men did deride and contemne 1. A Priest call'd Moortâ—n by the Pope assign'd Northumberland and Westmerland seduceth With whom the Duke of * Duke of Norfolke and Earle of Northumberland beheaded Earle of Westmorland fled Norfolke is combin'd The whilst the Pope nocost or charge refuseth But pawnes his challices his Beads and Crosses Giues them his gracelesse blessing for their ayde The fruit where of were heads and honors losses God still defending Englands Royall Maid Thus we by proofe must thankefully confesse That where the pope doth
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
treasure Sir Philip Sidâ—â—y histimes Mars and Muse That word and sword so worthily could vse That spight of death his glory lin's â—â—waiâ—â— For Conquelts and for Poesie crown'd with bayes What famous nien liue in this age of ours As if theâ— Sister 's nine had left theâ— bowres With more post hâ—â—â—e then expeditious wings They â—eere haue found the Heliconian springs We of our mighty Monarch IAMES may boast Who in this heau'nly Arte exceeds the most Where men may see the Muses wisdome well When such a glorious house they chose to dwell The Preacher whose instructions doe afford The soules deare food the euerliuing Word If Poets skill be banisht from his braine His preaching sometimes will be but too plaine Twixt Poetry and best diuinity There is such neere and deare affinity As'twere propinquity of brothers blood That without tone the other 's not so good The man that takes in hand braue verse to write And in Diuinitie hath no insight He may perhaps make smooth and Art-like Rimes To please the humours of these idle times But name of Poet hee shall neuer merit Though writing them he waste his very spirit They therefore much mistake that seeme to say How euery one that writes a paltrie play A sottish Sonnet in the praise of loue A song or jigge that fooles to laughter moue In praise or dispraise in defame or fame Deserues the honour of a Poets name I further say and further will maintaine That he that hath true Poesie in his braine Will not profane so high and heau'nly skill To glory or be proud of writing ill But if his Muse doe stoope to such deiection T is but to shew the world her sinnes infection A Poets ire sometimes may be inflam'd To make foule Vices brazen face asham'd And then his Epigrams and Satyres whip Will make base gald vnruly Iades to skip In frost they say 't is good bad blood be nipt And I haue seene Abuses whipt and stript In such rare fashion that the wincing age Hath kick'd and flung with vncontrouled rage Oh worthy Withers I shall loue thee euer And often maist thou doe thy best indeuer That still thy workes and thee may liue together Contending with thy name and neuer wither But further to proceed in my pretence Of nat'rall English Poetries defence For Lawreat Sidney and our gracious Iames Haue plunged been in Arts admired streames And all the learned Poets of our dayes Haue Arts great ayde to winne still liuing Bayes All whom I doe confesse such worthy men That I vnworthy am with inke and pen To carry after them But since my haps Haue been so happy as to get some scraps By Nature giu'n me from the Muses table I 'le put them to the best vse I am able I haue read Tasso Virgill Homer Ouid Iosophus Plutark whence I haue approued And found such obseruations as are fit With plenitude to fraught a barren wit And let a man of any nation be These Authors reading makes his iudgement fee Some rules that may his ignorance refine And such predominance it hath with mine No bladder-blowne ambition puff's my Muse An English Poets writings to excuse Nor that I any rule of art condem Which is Dame Natures ornamentall Iem But these poore lines I wrote my wits best pelse Defending that which can defend it selfe Know them vnnat'ral English Mungril Monster Thy wandring iudgemet doth too much misconster When thou affirm'st thy Natiue Country-man To make true verse no art or knowledge can Cease cease to do this glorious Kingdome wrong To make her speech inferiour to each tongue Shew not thy selfe more brutish then abeast Base is that bird that files her homeborne neast In what strange tongue did Virgils Muse commerce What language wast that Ouid wrote his verse Thou sâ—yst 't was Latin why I say so too In no tongue else they any thing could doo They Naturally did learne it from their mother And must speake Latin that could speake no other The Grecian blinded Bard did much compile And neuer vsde no foreigne far-fetcht stile But as hee was a Greeke his verse was Greeke In other tongues alas he was to seeke Du Bartas heauenly all admired Muse No vnknowne Language euer vs'de to vse But as he was a Frenchman so his lines In natiue French with fame most glorious shines And in the English tongue t is fitly stated By siluer-tongued Siluester translated So well so wisely and so rarely done That he by it immortall same hath wonne Then as great Mars and renowned Nasâ— Braue Homer Petrarke sweet Italian Tasse And numbers more past numbring to be numberd Whose rare inuentions neuer were incumberd With our outlandish chip chop gibrish gabblings To fill mens eares with vnacquâ—iated babbling Why may not then an English man I pray In his owne language write as crst did they Yet must we suit our phrases to their shapes And in their imitations be their Apes Whilst Muses haunt the fruitfull forked hill The world shall reuerence their vnmatched skill And for inuention fiction methood measure From them must Poets seeke to seeke that treasure But yet I think a man may vse that tongue His Country vses and doe them no wrong Then I whose Artlesse studies are but weake Who neuer could nor will but English speake Do heere maintaine if words be rightly plac'd A Poets skill with no tongue more is grac'd It runnes so smooth so sweetly it doth flow From it such heauenly harmony doth grow That it the vnderstanders sences moues With admiration to expresse their loues No musicke vnder heauen is more diuine Then is a well-writ and a well-read line But when a witlesse selfe-conceited Rooke A good inuention dares to ouerlooke How pitteous then mans best of wit is martyr'd In barbrous manner totter'd torne and quarter'dâ— So mingle mangled and so hack't and hewd So scuruily bescuruide and be me wde Then this detracting durty dunghill Drudge Although he vnderstand not yet will iudge Thus famous Poesie must abide the doome Of euery muddy-minded raskall Groome Thus rarest Artists are continuall stung By euery prating stinking lumpe of dung For what cause then should I so much repine When best of writers that ere wrote a line Are subiect to the censure of the worst Who will their follies vent or eise they burst I haue at idle times some Pamphlets writ The fruitlesse issue of a nat'rall wit And cause I am no Scholler some enuy me With soule and false calumnious words belie me With brazen fronts and flinty hard beleefe Affirming or suspecting me a theefe And that my sterrile Muse so dry is milch'd That what I write is borrow'd beg'd or filch'd Because my name is Taylor they suppose My best inuentions all from stealing growes As though there were no difference to be made Betwixt the name of Taylor and the Trade Of all strange weapons I haue least of skill To mannage or to wield a Taylors bill I cannot Item it for silke and facing For
woes opprest and prest Blest curst friends foes diuided and aron'd And after seuenteene yeeres were gone and past At Swinsted poys'ned there I dranke my last Anno 1199 Aprill 6 Tuesday Iohn â—â—â—â—stly intruded the Crowne it being by right his nephew Arthurs who was sonne to Ieffry Duke of Britaine Iohns eldest brother howsoeuer Iohn was crowned on the 6 of May at Westminster by Hubert Archbishop of Canterbury but after a false reconciliation betwixt Philip King of France Iohn king of England and Arthur ' Duke of Britaine the said Duke Arthur was murthered some Authors in malice taxing king Iohn with the murther and some Writers altogether clearing him Hoasoeuer he had not one quiet day in his whole-Reigne his Principalities in France seazed only the French Wales in combustion Ireland in vproare Scotland preparing against him England all in confusion defender and hurliburly the King the Peeres the Prelates and Commons at perpetuall diuisioen The Pope of Rome thunders out his Excommunications against the King and all that obeyed him and interacts the whole Realme Soe that for three yeeres no Church was opened either for Gods Seruice to be exercised or Sacraments administred There was no Christian buriall allowed to any but the Carcasses of the dead were barbarously laid in vnhallowed places or cast like dogges into ditches yet all this time many of the English Nobilitie loyally serued their Soueraigne mangre the Papall Anathemizing The King went into Ireland and finding it shattered into contentions fractures ioynes and vnites it againe and returnes into England When suddenly Lewilyn Prince of Northwales who had married King Iohns daughter inuades the Marches of England but Lewilyn was soyled and Wales conquered But in the yeere 1211 the Popes set all curse beganne to fall heauy vpon king Iohn which curse also made many great Lords and other to far from the King neuerthelesse Scotland being in contention by a Traytor that claimed the Crowne there â—â—â— Gothred King John went thither aided his friend K. William and in that expedition set all in good peace taking the Traitor Gothred caused him to be hanged The Pope very liberally gaue the kingdome of England to Phil. of France An. 1112. More then 3000 people were burn'd drown'd on vnder London bridge in the space of 4 yeers King John made his peace with the Pope surrendred his Crown to Pandulphus the Legat for money and good words was blest and had his Crowne againe Philip of France attempts Englands inuasion his Fleet is beaten discontented sunke scattered taken by king Iohn Lewis the Dolphin of France landed at Sarawich with 650 ships came to London and tooke oaths of Allegeance of the Barons and Citizens in Pauls yet at last Lewis it forsaken of the English Lords yet holds possessions heere King Iohn being thus freed from Inuasion and Forraigne assaults was assaulted with poyson by a Monk in Swinsted Abbey hauing reigned more powerfull then fortunate 17 yeeres 5 moneths and odde dayes was interred at Worcester HENRY THE THIRD KING OF ENGLAND LORD OF JRELAND DVKE OF NORMANDY Gâ—â—en and Aquitaine c. IN toyle and trouble midst contentions broyles â—â— z'd the Scepter of this famous land Then being gready wasted with the spoyles Which â—â—â—â— I made with his French furious band But I with Peeres and people brauely mand Repald repulst expaâ—st insulting foes My â—â—â—ons did my Soueraignty withstand And wrap themâ—â— and me in warres and woes But in each Battell none but I did lose I lost my Subiects lines on euery side From Ciuill warres no better gaining growes Friends foes my people all that fought or died My gaines was losse my pleasure was my paine These were the triumphs of my troublous raigne Anno 1216 October 19 Wednesday Henry the third the eldest sonne of King Ioha and Isabel which was the daughter of Aymâ—r Earle of Aâ—golesme Thus Henry was borne at Winchester â—â— first crowned at Gloucester by Peter Bishop of Winchester Iosseline Bishop of Bath and after agâ—â—man with his Lords he was againe crownes at Westminster by Stephen Langton Archbishop of Conterbury â—â— Whitsanday God in mercy lookes gentle 〈…〉 calamities that this wofull Land pressed by forraigne warres and ciuill discord It all turned to a happy â—â—â—â— betwixt the King and his Lords which continued a long time Gualo the Popes Legate the Bishop of Winchester William Marshall Earle of Pombroke being the protector of the Kings Realme the King â—â—â—â—â—â—â—â—â—â— old by whose good gouernment Lewts the â—â—â—â—â—â— of France with all his French Armies were expâ—â—ed out of the kingdome The King forgâ—â—e all of the Laâ—â—â—â— the had taken part with Lewis but he made the Clergâ—â—â— great sines Alexander the King of Scotland was married to the Leaytane sister to King Henry at which misiery Dragons wereâ—â—â—â—â—â—â—â—â—â—â—â—â—â— the â—â—â—â—â—â— counâ—â—â—â—â— fellow said he â—â—â— Iesus Christ sheuing the markes â—â—â— were of Nayles in his hands feet â—er the which blaâ—â—â—â— my bewaâ— Crucified at a place called Atterbury neare the Towne of Banbury Some say hee was 〈…〉 two walls and started at Cathnes in Scotland The Bishop did excem 〈…〉 the people because they would â—â— pay their Tithes for the which they burned the Bishop aliue for reward of which wicked act their King caused 400. of the chife offenders to be â—arged golded â—â—â—â—â—â—â— drâ—â— and put the Earle from his Earledoms Iohn King of Ierusclem came into England to â—raue â—â— deâ—â—f King Henry But the King was so busied here that he coâ—alâ—â— ayd him K. Henry with a great Arm went into Britaine against Lewis King of France and spoyled the Câ—â—â—â— mighty till at last a Peace was coâ—â—lâ—ded The Emperor Fredâ—rick married the Lady Isabell the King â—â—â—â— Eigâ—â—â—â— Iewes were hanged for cruâ—â—ring a â—â—â—â—dre Lincolne Richard Earle of Cornwall the Kingsâ—â—â— ther was made King of the Romanes The King lâ—â—â—â—â—â—â—â— lands in France except the Duchy of Aquitaine Wales was in insurrection Ireland in rebellion England in a hurty-burly â—â—stoy all Diuision betwixt the King and his â—â—â— Lords Anno 1233. 5 Sunnes were â—eâ—u 〈…〉 â—â—â—â—â—â— in the East one in the West one in the South â—â— in the North â—â—â—â—â— the fifth in the mâ—â—st of the firmament The King entertaines Poictouines out of France and giues them places of great honour in Court and â—â—â—â—â—â—â— which made the English Barons raise Atâ—â—â— aganâ—â—â—â— King The Earl of Leicester and Gloucester â—â—â—â—the King of England in the battell at Lewes The Lord Chiefe iustueâ—â—â—'d in Westminster-â—â—â— â—â—â—â—â— after all these ones the King dyed in peace hauing reigned 56 yeeres â—â—â— burried at Westminster 127â— EDWARD THE FIRST KING OF ENGLAND LORD OF IRELAND DVKE OF AQVITAINE c. MY Victories my Valour and my strength My actions and my neuer-conquer'd name â—ere spred throughout the world in bredth leÌ„gth â—â— mortall deeds I want immortall Fame â—â—ebellious Wales I finally did tame â—â— made them Vassalls to my princely Sonne â—â—red Scotland fierce with
Sword and Flame â—â—d almost all that Kingdome ouer-run â—â—ll where I fought triumphantly I won â—hrough Blood and Death my glory I obtain'd â—â— in the end when all my Acts were done â—â— Sepulcher was all the game I gain'd For though great Kings contend for earthly sway Death binds them to the peace and parts the fray An. Dom. 1272. Nouember Wednesday Edward the first was 35 yeares old when he beganne to reigne but at the death of his Father he was in warres in the Holy Lâ—â—d against the Saracens So that he returned not home till the next yeere a â—time hee was crowned the 14 day of December in the second yeere of his reigne the â—â—â—â—minsâ—ty of â—â—â— Coroâ—â—â—â—â—â—â—â— performed by Robert Kâ—lwarby Arâ—â—â—â—â—â— of Canterbury at Westminster Thus King brought Wales wholy vnto subsection to the crowne of England he effect â—â—â—â— peace be caused all coâ—â—â—â—tred Iudges and Officers of Note to be must exemplertly pâ—â—nâ—â—ea with sines â—â— priâ—â—men and bantshment A Nauy of 60 English sâ—â—ps ouâ—â—â—ams and tooke 800 ships of France An. 1293. Sir William Wallace A Noble vaâ—â—â—ant Scoâ— aâ—d warrâ— vpon King Edward and in the seruice of his Countrey did much â—â—â—â—â—â— to England The King caâ—â—â— this Sonne Edward being an inâ—â—rt to be the first Prince of Wales that was of toâ— English blood Since when all the Kings of Englands elaest Sonnes are by right Princes of Wales 284 Iewes were executed for â—â—â—ptes of the Kings coyne An 1280. King Edward caused Bayâ—trds Castle to be buils in London now the mansion house of the Right Honourable Earle of Pembâ—â—â—â— In the 15 yeers of this kings reigne Wheate was sold for 3 d the Bâ—sheâ— and the next yeere being 1288 it was sold for 18 d the Bushâ—â— which in those dâ—â—ies was accouÌ„ted a great price but after as long as The King liued the price came to 5â— the Bashell King Edwards Armiâ—â—â—ew 70000 of the Scots in one day as the â—â—ttâ—k of Fauâ—â—rke Sir William Wallace was betrayed taken and brought out of Scotland and executed in Smithfield has head being set on London Bridge and his quarters sent into Scotland yes be is by â—â—â—â—â— men had in Honorable remembrance The warres â—â—â— so set in this Kings reigne betwixt him and the Scots that as â—enerall times there were more then 130000 men slaine on both parts yet amongst all our English Kings that past before him Edward was not inferiour today he was religious valiant victorious wise affable of a comely Maâ—estmall Aspect and proportion he had two wiues the first was Eleanor daughter to Ferdinand the third King of Castile the second was Margaret daughter to Philip surnamed Hardy King of France by them hee had 4 Sonnes and 10 Daughters bee reigned neere 35 yeeres and was burried at Westminster 1307. July 7. EDWARD THE II KING OF ENGLAND LORD OF IRELAND DVKE OF AQVITAINE c. SOone after was my fathers corps inter'd Whilst Fate and Fortune did on me attend And to the Royall Throne I was prefer'd With Aâ—e Ceaser euery knee did bend But all these fickle ioyes did fading end Peirce Gaueston to thee my loue combind My friendship to thee scarce left me a friend But made my Queene Peeres People all vnkind I tortur'd both in body and in mind Was vanquisht by the Scots at Bannocki Rourne And I enfor'cd b flight some safety find Yet taken by my Wife at my returne A red-hot Spit my Bowels through did gore Such misery no slaue endured more Anno Dom. 1307 Iuly 8. Edward the second surnamed Carnaruan â—… cause he was born at Carnaruan Castle is Wales was crowned at Westminster by the hands of William Bishop of Winchester deputy for Robert Archbishop of Canterbury then absent in exile â—â— 24 of February next following He was much â—â—â—â—cted to follow the aduice and counsell of light â—â—â—â— which caused the Nobility to rebel against him â—â—â— at the first he ouercame them and tooke Thomas Earle of Lancaster a Peers of the blood their chief Leader fate in iudgment himself on him at Pomfret where the Earle had iudgment giuen against him to be drawne for is Treason for his murder spoyle burning robberies to be hangd and for his shamefull flying away to be beheaded but because â—â—â— was of the Kings kindred he was only beheaded â—â—â— the last such of the Barons as had escap'd â—â—â— the Mortimers with the helpe of the Queene â—â—â— the yong Prince then come out of France newly tooke the King and imprisoned him neuer â—â—â— kingdome in more â—â—sery then this Kings â—â—â— for his immoderate loue to Peirce Gauâ—â—â—â— a meane Gentleman of France was the cause of the Kings and has owne destruction with the â—â—â— calamity of the â—â—â—â—â— kingdom This Gaueston â—â—â— banished hence by the Kings father was in â—â—â— times exil'd but at his third â—â—â—rne Guy â—â—â— Watwick took him in Warwick Castle â—â—â— his head to be snore off which so inraged the â—â—â—â—â—â—â—â—ing King that bee vowed reuenge vpon all â—â—â— Lords others who were the causers of Gauestâ— death in the meane space Robert Bruce King Scots gaue King Edward a mighty ouerâ—â—â— place cal'd Bannocksbourne where the English â—â—â— their confederates Hollanders Brabanders â—â—â— landers Flemings Picards Gascognes â—â—â— mans Poloiners wer in number ooooo â—â—â— foot yet were discomfited with the losse of 5000 â—â—â— the King in great danger to be taken famine foul and pestilence at once afflicted England so that â—â—â— ple did eat one another halfe-aliue and the â—â—â— scarce able to bury the deed The King prepares for reuenge against his Lords for Gaueston â—â—â— Hugh Dispencer from meane estate to be â—â—â— Chamberlaine The King caused 2â— of his â—â—â— suffer death diuers â—â—â—â—â—â— He makes a second â—â—â— against Scotland â—â—â—â— againe with great â—â—â—â—â—â—â—â—â—â—â—â—â—â—â—â— This was the miserable â—â—â— this King who was deposed the Spencers â—â—â— Edward reign'd 19 years 7 months and 17 days EDWARD THE IIJ KING OF ENGLAND And FRANCE LORD OF IRELAND IN Peace and War my Stars auspicious stood False Fortune stedfast held her wauering wheele I did reuenge my Fathers butcher'd blood I forced France my furious force to feele I warr'd on Scotland with triumphing Steele Afflicting them with slaughtering Sword and Fire That Kingdome then diuided needs must reele Betwixt the Bruces and the Balliols ire Thus daily still my glory mounted higher With black Prince Edward my victorious Sonne Vnto the top of honour wee alpire By manly Princely worthy actions done But all my Triumphs fortunes strength and force Age brought to death death turn'd to a Coarse Anno 1327 Ianuary 25 Saturday Edward the 3 being borne at Windsor being 15 yeers old was crowned by Walter Reignolds Arcbishop of Canterbury â— in his 2 yeere Edward his Father was murthred The Court in those daies was seldome without a vipeÌ„ for as Gaueston was the foreruÌ„ner of the Spencers in ambition rapine pride and confusion So the Spencers were the