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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A58778	The poems of Ben. Johnson, Junior being a miscelanie of seriousness, wit, mirth, and mysterie in [brace] Vulpone, The dream, Iter bevoriale, Songs, &c. / composed by W.S., Gent.	W. S.; Johnson, Ben, Junior.	1672 (1672)	Wing S203; ESTC R37195	39,315	120

cost Her guests were feasted with a liberal hand To furnish them she plunders Sea and Land At their departure hence for their long stay The reckoning was brought in nothing to pay 'T was Saturns absence caus'd the City's mourning And Bonfires now were made for his returning To make his welcome equal their desire The bells for joy were melted in the fire I secretly within my self thus praid Blest heavens O noble City be thine aid May every Mayor be a Duke or Earl Thy Ships return laden with gold and Pearl Buying and selling banisht all things given With a full hand as they descend from heaven Let there be no Apprentice but all Freemen And every thing as common as some women That fire which many thousands did undoe O let it burn up their Opinions too Let every Soul be ruled by the Dove And no Religion in the world but Love That all mens hearts may shout with joy and mirth That heaven is now come down to dwell on earth Credulity it hath deceived many I would not be ungrateful unto any Nor at his civil courtesie to spurn This Answer to his Question I return I want a Friend Sir He in scorn did mutter It is a ware we never use to utter 'T is not within the walls I dare be bold Nor any where in the large Suburbs sold 'T is a commodity quite out of fashion And rarely to be found in the whole Nation Moore 's brave Vtopia with a deluge drown'd Cover'd with water no where to be found This world affords it not it is a Gem Was never seen but in Jerusalem It hath no stain nor intermitting foil But groweth there as in his native soil Their very walls are built with such rich stone Millions of Pearls cemented into one The breath of love his friendly blast doth blow 'T is natural there as enmity below Dispos'd to good so readily inclin'd They know not what it is to be unkind Some of our modern travellers do say 'T was lately found in terra incognita Sir we expect some Ships but O I fear The voyage long they 'l not return this year A friend it is the thing we most desire 'T would save our shop from thieves our house from fire Pride 's our best friend on lust we make our dinner At ev'ry meale we swallow up some sinner But these thy friends scourge thee with many lashes Melting thy stately buildings into Ashes A dearth of friendship did invade this place Where plenty did put on a smiling face The thing call'd love it was not to be found Pride and ambition did besiege it round Miracles cease I had no cause to mourn If Thames to wine and stones to bread would turn For aged Pauls was falling every day The famine great I could no longer stay My sides grew lean my bowells out of Tune Even in the height and heat of parching June With frozen entertainment here benumm'd I march where the Knights templers lie intombed These warriers as I walk about the Isle Did seem to court me with a Souldiers smile The marbles were less stony then the men Who have exchang'd their swords into a pen The cruel murdering pen that in a word Kills and cuts deeper than the keenest sword Four fleeces from their clients they do shear Four golden crops four harvests in one year Were Ceres to the Plowman half so kind Hee 'd skip and caper like the bouncing Hind His horses too taking their masters mow Without their bells would dance before the Plow Their Ship can sail with all winds that do blow They reap the land which they did never sow The fat of all they put into their purses Together with the widdows tears and curses Their long demurs their bawling in mine ears Their Pedlers french drave me from hence with tears My cause non-suited no man could befriend me Wanting my Guardian-Angel to defend me My forma pauperis was thrown o're the Bar ●uch men are mad that enter into war The gowned battail is not for the poor The remedy they find worse then the sore My Dream continu'd in my sleep I saw A multitude in several bodies draw ●n antique shapes they move with various paces And yet methought there was more minds then faces All would have all men amble in their way And each did think his neighbour went astray Yet none did know upon what ground they stand Mistake the right and turn to the left hand In the morning this side which they change e're noon Like the Chamelion or the pale-fac'd moon All strive to be aloft their brains they beat Who shall be placed in the highest seat In an uncertain slippery orb they reel Moved by that great pow'r that guides the wheel Those heads who now are crowned with a wreath At the next revolution fall beneath From their exalted Empire down they tumble Blessed saith wisdome are the meek and humble Who standing on the lowest step of all Are sure to rise but can no lower fall Who swim in the smooth stream without a bladder By slow sure steps they climb up Jacobs ladder But these benighted wander from the road Loosing the narrow way they take the broad They are ignorant that great doth little grow And to be less than nothing less do know Nothing no favour hath in mortal eyes But to be something is their Master-prize The battell is begun see how they ruffle And ev'ry man doth with his neighbour scuffle Fury grand captain of this cursed brawl Opinion is Dictator of them all Opinion with opinion is at odds And humane reason she prepares the rods To whip the backs of strugling Souls that wander From the blind steps of this notorious Pander Whose beauty now hath lost his virgin lustre Like swarms of Bees or armies when they muster Her bastards multiply all like the mother And one opinion still begets another Of this in estuous Strumpet old and rotten That bloody fratricide Cain was begotten Who when the world a little infant stood Taught men to sacrifice with humane blood Who e're doth play Religion wins the game For now opinion she assumes that name Thus by opinion and his brother fancy The world is overgrown with Negromancy True love religion pure and undefiled A wandring Pilgrim from all hearts exiled With bloody noses and with broken bones Like wanton boys they fight for cherry-stones Their ordnances play their fury swells For a poor handfull of old rotten shells The Nut is good who would not strive to win it It hath a pearl when the sweet kernell's in it Fond Strife hath crackt the Nut the kernell's gone And now they quarrell for the shells alone It is not coloured dutyes fac'd with lyes Regeneration only wins the prize Although Heaven-gates stand open all the year None but a little child can enter there By their own works heavens pallace is not gain'd Mans righteousnesse will not be entertain'd The word the living word a thundring dart Through bones marrow wounds the