1009. VVHen forty yeers this King had rul'd this Ile As Stories say he died a death most vile The wide-mouth'd Wolfe and keene-tusk'd brutish Bore Did eate his Kingly flesh drinke his gore Madan was a vicious and wicked Prince the Sonne of Locrine and Guendoline Hee was a great Tyrant He built the Towne of Doncaster Hee had two Sonnes Mempricius and Manlius Mempricius raigned 20. yeeres 991. MEmpricius base his brother Manlius slew And got the Crowne by murder not as due Maids wiues and widdowes he by force destowr'd He liu'd a Beast and dy'd by a Beast deuour'd Hee killed his elder brother trecherously as hee was parlying with him Hee was eaten of Wolues at hee was hunting Hee was so beastly that he was taxed in histories to be a Sodomite with Beasts in his time Yeeres before Christ. Ebranke 989. King Dâ—â—uid â—â—â—â—â—â— At Edinburgh the Castle he did found Alcluid Tork he built new from the ground He builded Bambrough and reigned sixty yeeres Belou'd as it in Chronicles appeares Ebranke had 21. wiues by whom he had 20. Sonnes and 30. Daughters hee inuaded Gallia now Frâ—â—â— He was the Sonne of Mempricius In his Reigneâ—â—â—â— King Salomon Alcluid is Dumbreton in Scotland Brute the second 929. IF any noble act Brute Greeneeshield did Hee 's wrong'd because from Histories th' are hiâ—â—â— Twelue yeeres he rul'd that 's all I of him read And how at Yorke hee lyeth buried This Brute was the Sonne of Ebranke and some histories write doubtfully that he conquer'd France and thâ— after he receiued a great soyle in field by Brinchild Brinchillus Prince of Henoway or Henault Leil 917. LEil Carleile built and raign'd yeeres twenty fiue And as Fame still keepes dead mens acts aliue So Leil though dead shall euer liue by Fame He lyes at Carleile which himselfe did frame Leil was the Sonne of Brute Greeneshield It is â—â—â— written that he built the Citie of Chester Lud or Rud hudibras was the Sonne of Leil a religious Prince â—â—â— way of Paganisâ—â— for in those 3. Townes â—â— built hee erected 3. Temples and placed 3. â— Pagan Bishops in them Yeeres before Christ. Rudbudibrasse 892. His King built Canterbury Winchester And Shastbury he from the ground did reare â—â— after twenty nine yeeres reigne was past â—â— bester sore sicke he breath'd his last Bladud reign'd 20. 863. BLathe was by Bladud to perfection brought By Necromanticke Arts to flye hee sought â— from a Towre he thought to scale the Sky â— brake his necke because he soar'd too high This Bladud had beene a Student in Athens from â—â— hee brought many learned men bee built Stamâ—â— a Colledge I thinke the first in England striuing to â—â—â— the foule or the foole he brake his necke on the Temâ—â—â— of Apollo in Troynouant Leire 844. LEire as the Story saies three daughters had The youngest good the other two too bad â—et the old King lou'd theÌ„ that wrong'd him most â—e that lou'd him he banisht from his Coast. â—â—â—â—â— and Ragan he betweene â—â—â— the Kingdome making each a Queene But young Cordeilla wedded was by chance To Aganippus King of fertile France The eldest Daughters did reiect their Sire For succour to the young'st hee did retire By whose iust aide the Crowne againe he gain'd And dyed when he full forty yeeres had reign'd Leire built Leicester and was a good Prince At Leycester he built a Temple to Iames Bifrons or Iames with two faces Yeeres before Christ. Qu. Cordeilla 805. MAd Morgan an vnmanner'd Cunedagus Their AuÌ„t Cordeilla with fierce war did plagues They vanquish'd her and her in Prison threw And hauing reign'd fiue yeeres her selfe she flew She reigned with her Husband Aganippus till he dyed and then in her widowhead her cruell kinsmen opprest her Shee stabb'd her selfe in prison being tyrannously vsed in despaire of her liberty Morgan Cunedagus 800. THen Morgan did 'gainst Cunedagus contend And at Glamorgan Morgan had his end Then Cunedagus sole King did abide Full three and thirty yeeres and then he dyed Morgan was the Sonne of Gonorel Leires eldest Daughter and Cunedagus his kinsman was the Sonne of Ragan The Prophet Esay prophefied about this time Yeeres before Christ. Riuallo before Christ 766. THree daies it rain'd blood when Riuallo reign'd And great mortalitie the Land sustain'd Hee forty six yeeres rul'd in Kingly State And then surrendred to all humane Fate This Land in this Kings reigne was almost vnpeopled with dearth death and desolation In his time Rome was builded 356. yeeres after Brute Innumerable multitudes of Horse-flyes or Hornets spring out of the blood thus raind which flyes strong many people to death Riuallo was buried as Yorke Gurgustus 721. Scicillius 684. A Common Drunkard was this wicked King Which vice did many other vices bring Yeeres thirty eight the Diadem he wore Scicillius next raignd nine and forty more Gurgustus and Scicillius were bretbrâ—n I finde little mentioned of any good they did though they rsigned long They were both the Sonnes of Riuallo Iago 636. Kimmaâ—m 612. OF these two Kings small mention I doe finde They left bare Names for memorie behinde One twentie fiue yeares th' other fifty foure Had in this Land Commanding Regall power Iugo was a kinsman to Gurgustus and by his vicious life he got asleepy disease called the Lethargy â—â—â—â— dyed These two Kings were both buried at Yorke Yeeres before Christ. Gorbodug 559. GOrbodug next did in the Throne succeed Was sixty three yeeres King and last decâ—â—â—â—â— 'Twixt his two Sonnes this Kingdome to diuide â— At Yorke hee 's buried where in peace hee dy'd Some write that he reigned but 42. years and â—â—â—â— he was buried at Troynouant Ferex and Porex 496. POrex in Fight his brother Ferex kil'd For which their mother Porex heart blâ—d sâ—â— These murthers mercilesse did quite deâ—ace These Princes last of Royall Brutus Race Ferex and Porex were the sonnes of Corâ—odâ—â— Their mother and her maides chopped Porex in â—â—â—â—â— reuenge of her sonne Ferex they reigned fiue yeeres â—â—â— whose death the Land was a long time diuided â—â—â— Kingdomes Mulmutius Donwallo 441. THe Land vnguided Kinglesse did remaine Till great Mulmutius did the Wreathe â—â—â—â—â— Yeeres before Christ. He builded Temples made Lawes Ploughs high-waies And 40. yeeres he liu'd infame and praise Mulmutius â—lew Pinnar Slater and Rudack three Kings of seuerall parts of this I le and at last brought the â—â— Kingdome to his sole obedience He was the Sonne of â—â—â—â—ten Duke of Cornewall He was the first of all the Kings of this Land that wore a crowne of Gold Bellinus and Brennus reigned 26. yeeres 401. THese brethren did diuide the Realme in twaine But Kings can brooke no partnership in reigne They fell at oddes and Brennâ—s fled subdude With slaughter of his warlike multitude To France he scap'd and was receiu'd in State In London Belline builded Bellinsgate â—â—â—ane Brennus conquer'd Italy and Rome Bellinus lies heere in an honour'd Tombe Brennus slew himselfe
wrong for fouour â—â—â—â—â—e or â—â—â—â—â— And layes on each that each detâ—ru's to beaâ—â— 27 Such men no doubt but few such liuing are For they are thickly soâ—'d and thinly grow'd The purest Wheat is mixed with the Tare The humble mindes are seruile to the proud Vice Reuâ—ls and poore Vertue 's poore and bare Hypocrisie into the Church will crowd So man must more then human â—â—â—â—it possâ—ssâ— T' escape the baites and inares of wickednesse 28 The Atheist of the Scriptures can dispute That one would deeme him a Religious man The Temporizer to the Time will sute Although his Zeale be Machimillian Then there 's a Faith that seldome yeelds good fruit And though impure is call'd a ' â—â—â—â—â—tan A thousand Seiâ—â— in thousand Prâ—â—â—â—â— shapes Are Times true Turne-câ—ates and Religions Apes 29 The greatest plague that euer came from Hell Is to be puft and stuft with selfe-conceit When men too Ill esteeme themselues too well When ouer-valued worth proues light in weight When Selfe-loue and Ambition makes vs swell Aboue the limits of Discretions height When the poore lay displays his borrowed plumes And man vnfeeling sin to sinne presumes 30 But if thy feathred pride Icarian-high Doth soare too farre aboue true Reasons bownd Th' eternall Sunne thy waren wings will frie Thy fatall Fall thy Folly shall confound Who like that Cretan mounts ambitiously In Seas of sorrow shall like him be drownd By pride the Caldean Monarchie decreast A King the best of men was made a Beast 31 The state of Man may be compared well Vnto a Kingdome gouern'd well or ill For if his Rule and Policie excell His Reason like a Queene commands his will But if seditious Passions doe rebell They Reasons Court with all disorder fill And ouer-run her carelesse Common-wealth With murder fraud oppression whoredome stealth 32 The Senceâ— are this Kingdomes Court of Guarde To keepe their Queene secure from terrene treason Great is the trust and safetie of this Ward Whilst they giue true Intelligence to Reason But if this Guarde their duties not regard And mis-informe their Queene at any season Then right for wrong and wrong for right shee le conster And in her Apprehension proues a Monster 33 The Hearing Sight the Taste the Smell and Touch If Vices doe present themselues for obiects And they incredulous not deeme them such Informing Reason that they are good Subiects If Reasons iudgement be not more then much She entertaines for Worthies these base Abiects Who spoyle her Court and breake her Kingdomes frame And turne her State and Glory into shame 34 The Appetite the Fancie and the Will Spirituall Faâ—nkies are Reasons Peeres Who of themselues doe counsell all things ill Not knowing what is true but what appeares If she attend what onely they instill She takes in meere delusions through her eares And they at last will thrust her from her Throne And then vsurping Rebels sit thereon 35 These Vassals hauing got the Regall sway Inforce the Commons which are the Affections Their hatefull hellish precepts to obey With promise of their fauours and protections Th' Affections all agree and all doe pay These Miscreants their tributes and subiections And now is Reason banisht and they threat She ne're shall gaine againe her awfull seat 36 Th'vsurping Heart sometimes doth raigne as King Sometimes the Braine is Counseller of State The Eyes and Eares Intelligence doe bring The Tongue as Herald tydings doth relate The Hands and Feet doe execute each thing Which these intruding Tyrants loue or hate And euery Member plaies a painfull part To serue a swimming Braine and swelling Heart 37 The Fancy like an Ape skips to and fro Begins a thousand things and endeth none Makes marrs forbids and bids no yea yea no Doe and vndoe hold fast and let alone Run stay vp downe stand fall goe come come goe Sad glad mad wittie foolish mirth and moue Thus Fancie doth in Apish toyes delight To serue the greedy maw of appetite 38 And Appetite as doth a big-womb'd Dame Lusts longs desires and must haue this and that Hearbs roots fruits flowres Fish Fowle Beasts wilde and tame She must wil haue wel she knows not what Whilst Fancy and Imagination frame Themselues more nimbly then a mouzing Cat Still searching what the Appetite desires Superfluous meats drinks bables and attires 39 The Memory's Lord Keeper of the Treasure And great Recorder of this world of dust The Vnderstanding giues true Iustice measure To Good to Bad to Iust and to Vniust Inuention and Remembrance waite the leasure Of Memorie and Vnderstanding must Haue Wisedome for her fellow and her guide Else Prince and Peeres and Commons stray aside 40 Truth and false Lying on the Tongue attends The one instructs her plainely in the Trâ—ath The other 's proper and improper ends Doth reach to lye and vouch it with an oath The Tongue loues one of these yet both contends But she wants entertainment for them both At last she takes in Lying for her Page And bids Truth walke a beggers Pilgrimage 41 When VVisedome must giue Follie cap and knee When hare-braind will o're Wit doth rule raigne When Lying shall make Truth regardles be When Loue is payde with hatred and disdaine When Sense and Appetite doe all agree To serue a false rebellious heart and braine When they haue Reasons Court thus vnderminde It is a signe that Vnderstanding's blinde 42 Then is the place where Vertue doth abode Made a foule Rendeuouz for filthy Vice The Temple of the holy Spirit of God Esteemes his blessed presence of no price Man spurnes against his iust reuenging Rod Worse then the Iewes that for his Coat cast Dice Men falne into a reprobated Sence Dread not their Makers great Omnipotence 43 Then what art thou polluted earthly clod Thou span thou froth thou bubble and thou smoke Worse then the dust that vnder-foot is trod Dar'st thou thy Makers furie to prouoke Why wilt thou wilfull thy perdition plod And with damnation thy saluation choke Christ bought thy Soule and lent it thee to vse it 'T is one of thine and therefore not abuse it 44 Dar'st thou prophane with thy vngodly breath His name that did before the world elect thee Dar'st thou dare him his Iustice sword t'vnsheath Dar'st thou prouoke his mercy to reiect thee Dar'st thou run headloug to perpetuall death Whereas eternall torments shall correct thee And dar'st thou wretched worme of earthly race Belch blasphemy against thy Makers Grace 45 He thou offendest is the King of Kings Heau'n Earth and Hell doe tremble at his frowne Bright Angells and Archangells alwayes sings Before the seat of his immortall Crowne His foes to fell confusion downe he slings He giues his seruants Honour and Renowne His power 's not circumscribed here or there But all in all is all and euery-where 46 Can nothing moue thy flinty heart to Ruthe That of thy selfe thou some remorse wouldst take And not to spend thy beauty strength and youth To
therefore vp with them The Schismaticall Separaust I haue many times discourst with him and though hee be but a Botcher or a Button-maker and at the most a lumpe of opinionated ignorance yet he will seeme to wring the Scriptures to his opinions and presume to know more of the mysteries of Religion then any of our reuerend learned Bishops and Doctors I know this worke will be vnrelished in the pestiferous pallats of the dogmaticall Amsterdammarists but I doe must and will acknowledge a most reuerend honour and regard vnto the sacred memory of this blessed Virgin Lady Mother of our Lord and Redeemer IESVS and in my thoughts she shall euer haue superlatiue respect aboue all Angels Principalities Patriarkes Prophets Apostles Euangelists or Saints whatsoeuer vnder the blessed Trinity yet mistake me not as there is a difference betwixt the immortali Creator and a mortall creature so whilst I haue warrant sufficient from God himselfe to inuocate his name onely I will not giue Man Saint or Angell any honour that may bee derogatory to his Eternall Maiestie As amongst women she was blest aboue all being aboue all full of Grace so amongst Saints I beleeue she is supreme in Glory and it is an infallible truth that as the Romanists doe dishonour her much by their superstitious honourable seeming attributes so on the other part it is hellish and odious to God and good men either to forget her or which is worâ—e to remember her with impure thoughts or vnbeseeming speech for the excellency of so Diuine a Creature I confesse my selfe the meanest of men and most vnworthy of all to write of her that was the best of Women but my hope is that Charity will couer my faults and accept of my good meaning especially hauing endeuoured and striuen to doe my best So wishing all hearts to giue this holy Virgin such honour as may be pleasing to God which is that all should patterne their liues to her liues example in lowlinesse and humility and then they shall be exalted where she is in Glory with eternity IOHN TAYLOR THE LIFE AND DEATH OF THE MOST BLESSED AMONGST ALL VVOMEN THE VIRGIN MARY The Mother of our Lord IESVS CHRIST BEfore the fire ayre water earth were fram'd Sunne Moone or any thing vnnam'd or naun'd God was who ne'r shal end nor ne'r began To whom all ages and all time 's a span By whose appointment each thing fades or growes And whose eternall knowledge all things knowes When Adams sinne pluck'd downe supernall lre And Iustice iudg'd him to infernall fire The Mercy did the execution stay And the great price of mans great debt did pay And as a Woman tempted Man to vice For which they both were thrust from Paradise So from a woman was a Sauiours birth That purchas'd Man a Heauen for losse of earth Our blest Redeemers Mother that blest Shee Before the World by God ordain'd to be A chosen vessell fittest of all other To be the Sonne of Gods most gracious Mother She is the Theame that doth my Muse inuite Vnworthy of such worthinesse to write I will no prayers nor inuocations frame For intercession to this heau'nly Dame Nor to her name one fruitlesse word shall runne To be my Mediatresse to her Sonne But to th' eternall Trinity alone I le sing He sigh He inuocate and mone I prize no creatures glory at that rate The great Creators praise t'extenuate But to th' Almighty ancunt of all dayes Be all dominion honour laud and praise I write the blest conception birth and life Of this beloued Mother Virgin Wife The ioyes the griefes the death and buriall place Of her most glorious gracious full of grace Her Father IOACHIM a vertuous man Had long liu'd childlesse with his wife S. ANNE And both of them did zealously intend If God did euer Sonne or Daughter send That they to him would dedicate it solely To be his seruant and to liue most holy God heard and granted freely their request And gaue them MARY of that sex the best At three yeeres age she to the Temple went And there eleu'n yeeres in deuotion spent At th' end of fourteene yeeres it came to passe This Virgin vnto IOSEPH spoused was Then after foure months time was past and gone Th' Almighty sent from his tribunall throne His great Ambassador which did vnfold The great'st ambassage euer yet was told Haile MARY full of heau'nly grace quoth he The high omnipotent Lord is with thee Blest amongst women oâ— Gods gracious doome And blessed be the fruâ—â— of thy blest wombe The Angels presence and the words he said This sacred vndefiled Maid dismaid Amazed musing what this message meant And wherefore God this messenger had sent Feare not said GAERIEL MARY most renown'd Thou with thy gracious God hast sauour foâ—â—â—â— For lo thou shalt conceiue and beare a Sunne By whom redemption and saluation's wonne And thou bis sauing Name shalt IESVS call Because hee'lâ— come to saue his people all She humbly mildly heau'ns high Nuncius heares But yet to be resolu'd of doubts and feares How can these things quoth she accomplisht be When no man hath knowledge had with me The Holy Ghost the Angell then replide Shall come vpon thee and thy God and guide The power of the most High shall shadow thee That Holy thing that of thee borne shall be Shall truely called be the Sonne of God Be whom Sinne Death and Hell shall downe be trod Then MARY to these speeches did accord And said Behold the hand-Maid of the Lord Be it to me ' according to ' thy well I am thine owne obedient seruant still This being said she turn'd her Angel tongne My soule doth magnist the Lord the song My spirit and all my faculties and doyce In God my Sauiour solely doth reioyce For though mans sinnes prouoke his grieuous wrath His humble hand-maid he remembred hath For now behold from this time hence I forth shall All generations me right blessed call He that is mighty me hath magnifide And bo'y is his name his mercies hide On them that feare him to prouoke his rage Throughout the spacious world from age to age With his strong arme he hath shew'd strength and batterd The proud and their imaginations scatterd He hath put downe the mighty from their seat The mecke and humble he exalted great To fill the hungry he is prouident When as the rich away are empty sent His mercies promis'd Abr'am and his seed He hath remembred and holpe Israels need This Song she sung with heart and holy spright To land her Makers mercy and his might And the like Song sung with so sweet a straine Was neuer nor shall e'r be sung againe When MARY by the Angels speech perceiu'd How old ELIZABETH a child conceiu'd To see her straight her pious minde was bent And to Ierusalem in three dayes she went And as the Virgin come from Nazareth Talk't with her kinfwoman ELIZABETH IOHN Baptist then vnnam'd an vnborne boy
but himselfe can speake beside If those that with their damnable intent Intended to blowe vp the Parlament Had had but him and halfe a dozen such In gun-powder 't would sure haue sau'd theÌ„ much For why their toÌ„gs with blown coÌ„bustious words Had done more scath then gunpowder or swords But let him hang vntill his clam'rous tongue Vntwist with smoother garbe this sawcie wrong Yet I imagine some strange secret worke Did in his hanging in the Basket lurke What greater fame could to his glorie rise Then with a rope to trauell t'ward the skies And there to doe his carkasse greatest grace Among the gods to giue him Momus place For Saturne Iupiter and Phaetons Dad Are all enamor'd on this louely lad Mars Venus and the tel-tale Mercurie Doe all desire Tom Coriats company And Luna sure thee 's quite besides her wits Still wauering changing with fantasticke fits T is thought shee neuer will come to her selfe Till shee possesse this worthy worthlesse else For he 's the man that Nature makes her casket To mount the skies in triumph in a basket But out alas my Muse where hast thou bin I should haue kept my selfe at Bosomes Inne And see how I haue scal'd the spungie clowds But t is his worth my meditations crowds To this extrauagant impertinence As being rauisht with his eminence But blame me not for hee 's the gigge of time WhoÌ„ sharpest wits haue whipâ— with sportfull rime And some would wear their sharp-edg'd Muses bluÌ„t If in his praise they longer time should hunt But here 's my comfort I am not alone That vnder this most pondrous burden groane There 's some like me haue in his laud bin bizzie But I haue made my pericranion dizzie To sing the worth of this all wordy squire Whom sea and land and fish and flesh admire And now his contemplation prompts his tong To tune his voyce to a more milder song His tongue that brake the peace must peace procure That like Achilles launce can wound and cure And once more Reader humbly I entreat That I in spowting Prose may now repeat His Oratories smooth-fac'd Epilogue O for some Academicke Pedagogue T' instruct my braine and helpe my art-lesse quill To mount his fame past Gads or Shooters hill 2. Oration THrice valorous followers of a foure times thrice treble more valiant Leader if I had the tongue of Hermes the Prolocutor to the gods or as many singers as hundreâ—-handed Bâ—iareus if surging Neptune were conuerted into inke or the rugged ragged face of our ancient mother Tellus were â—aper yet could not the verbali volubility or elocution of my voyce nor the agility dexterity or facility of my hands nor the spacious vnmeasurable numberlesse white innocent paper no none of all these could either speake write or by any other meanes declare or make a true explanation of the reuerence I beare to your Lordship and the deep heart-gnawing contrition that lyes congealed or conglutinated to my heart Then since out of the imbecillity of my rashnesse and the debility of my capacity I was so farre transported beyond the bounds of patience in all humility with a minde deiected with hands erected with knees genuflected with a heart affected and with a whole microcosme subiected I beg your Lordships gracelesse fauours that although my crime is vnmeasurable yet I hope your Lordship will not forget to become miserable No sooner was this last Oration vtterd bâ—â— that my Lord and all his counsaile mutterd to vnhang Thomas that had talked so wisely Epilogue to M r Coriat Thus to the Ocean of thy boundlesse fame I consecrate these rude vnpolish'd lines To thee whose Muse can men and monsters tame Whose wit the vault of wisdome vndermines Whose poudered phrases with combustions flame Like Glo-wormes in the darkest darke doe shine To them in all Sir reuerence I submit Thou mir'd admired Capcase cramd with wit FINIS MASTER THOMAS CORIAT TO HIS FRIENDS IN ENGLAND SENDS GREETING From Agra the Capitall City of the Dominion of the Great MOGOLL in the Easterne India Printed according to the true Copie of the Letter written with his owne hand in the Persian paper and sent home in the good Ship called the Globe belonging to the Company of East India Merchants With an addition of 200. Verses written by I. T. that like a Gentleman Vsher goes bare before his pragmaticall Prose in commendation of his Trauels SOme may perhaps suppose this Prose is mine But all that know thee will be sworne 't is thine For as 't was said b' a learned Cambridge Scholler Who knows the stile may smel it by the Collet The Prose I sweare is Coriats he did make it And who dares claime it from him let him take it Certaine Verses in commendations of this mirrour of footmanship this Catholique or vniuersall Traueller this European Asian African Pilgrime this well letterd well litterd discouerer and Cosmographicall describer Master Thomas Coriat of Odcombe O Thou whose sharpe toes cut the Globe in quarters Mongst Iews Greeks tyrannizing Tartars Whose glory through the vasty Welkin rumbles And whose great Acts more then mine Muses mumbles Whose rattling Fame Apollo's daughters thunders Midst Africk monsters and mongst Asian wonders Accept these footed Verses I implore thee That here Great Footman goe on foot before thee To â—â—â—g thy praise I would my Muse inforce â—â—â— that alas she is both harsh and hoarse And therefore pardon this my Loues Epistle For though she cannot sing I 'l make her whistle IN PRAISE OF THE AVTHOR MASTER THOMAS CORIAT THou that the world with pleasures ful hast pleasur'd And out of measure many kingdomes measur'd Whilst men like swine doe in their vices wallow And not one dares for 's eares thy steps to follow Not one within the Compasse of the Cope Like thee that dares suruay the Horoscope For who is he that dares call it a lye That thou hast trotted into Italie By th' edge of France and skirts of Spaine th' ast rambled Through Belgia through Germany th' ast ambled And Denmarke Sweden Norway Austria Pruce Poland Hungary Musconia With Thracia and the land of merry Greekes All these and more applaud thee that who seekes Vpon the top of Mount Olympus front Perhaps may see thy name insculp'd vpon 't And he that durst detract thy worth in Europe I wish he may be hang'd vp in a new rope It were a world of businesse to repeat Thy walkes through both the Asiaes lesse great Whereas no doubt but thou hast tane suruay Of China and the kingdome of Caâ—â—y Th' East Indies Persia Parthia Media Armenia and the great Ass-yria Caldea Iurie if we not mistake vs Thou hast o'r-look'd the Sea call'd Mortuus Lacus And I durst venter somewhat for a wager Thou hast seene Ionia Lidia Misia Maior Old Iliums Ruins and the wracks of Priam But of Inuention I alas so dry am I beat my braines and with outragious thumping My lines fall from my pen with
his other sinnes he play the Thiefe And steale mens goods they all will sentence giue He must be hang'd he is vnsit to liue In the Low Countryes if a wretch doe steale But bread or meat to feed himselfe a meale They will vnmercifully beat and clowt him Hale pull and teare spurne kicke flowt him But if a Drunkard be vnpledg'd a Kan Drawes out his knife and basely stabs a man To runne away the Rascall shall haue scope None holds him but all cry * Run Thiefe Run Lope Scellum Lope Thus there 's a close conniuence for all vice Except for Theft and that 's a hanging price One man 's addicted to blaspheme and sweare A second to carowse and domineore A third to whoring and a fourth to fight And kill and slay a fist man to backbite A sixt and seuenth with this or that crime caught And all in generall much worse then naught And amongst all these sianers generall The Thiefe must winne the halter from them all When if the matter should examin'd be They doe deserue it all as much as he Nor yet is Thieuery any vpstart sinne But it of long antiquity hath bin And by this trade great men haue not disdain'd To winne renowne and haue their states maintain'd Grest Alexanders conquests what were they But taking others goods and lands away In manners I must call it Martiall dealing But truth will terme it rob'ry and flat stealing For vnto all the world it is well knowne That he by force tooke what was not his owne Some Writers are with Tamberlaine so briefe To stile him with the name of Seythian Thiefe * Plutarâ—b Licurgus lou'd and granted gifts beside To Thieues that could steale and escape vnspide But if they taken with the manne were They must restore and buy the bargaine deere Thieues were at all times euer to be had Examples by the good Thiefe and the bad And England still hath bin a fruitfull Land Of valiant Thieues that durst bid true men stand One Bellin Dun a Hen. I. a famous Thiefe surniu'd From whom the cowne of Dunstable's deriu'd And Robin Hood b Rich. 2. with little Iohn agreed To rob the rich men and the poore to feede c Edw. 3. The Priests had here such small meanes for their liuing That many of them were enforc'd to Thieuing Once the fist Henry could rob ex'lent well When he was Prince of Wales as Storeis tell Then Fryer Tucke a tall stout Thiefe indeed Could better rob and steale then preach or read Sir Gosselin Deinuill d Edw. 2. with 200. more In Fryers weedes rob'd and were hang'd therefore Thus I in Stories and by proofe doe finde That stealing's very old time out of minde E't I was borne it through the world was spred And will be when I from the world am dead But leauing thus my Muse in hand hath tooke To shew which way a Thiefe is like a Booke A Comparison betweene a Thiefe and a Booke COmparisons are odious as some say But my comparisons are so no way I in the Pamphlet which I wrote before Compar'd a Booke most fitly to a Whore And now as fitly my poore muse alludes A Thiefe t' a Booke in apt similitudes A good Booke steales the mind from vaine pretences From wicked cogitations and offences It makes vs know the worlds deceiuing pleasures And set our hearts on neuer ending treasures So when Thieues steale our Cattle Coyne or Ware It makes vs see how mutable they are Puts vs in mind that wee should put our trust Where Fellon cannot steale or Canker rust Bad Bookes through eyes and eares doe breake and enter And takes possession of the hearts fraile Center Infecting all the little Kingdome Man With all the poys'nous mischiefe that they can Till they hape rob'd and ransack'd him of all Those things which men may iustly goodnesse call Robs him of vertue and of heau'nly grace And leaues him begger'd in a wretched case So of our earthly goods Thieues steale the best And richest iewels and leaue vs the rest Men know not Thieues from true men by their looks Nor by their outsides no man can know Bookes Both are to be suspected all can tell And wisemen e'r they trust will try them well A Booke may haue a title good and faire Though in it one may finde small goodnesse there And so a Thiefe whose actions are most vile Steales good opinion and a true mans stile Some Bookes prophane the Sacred text abuse With common Thieues it is a common vse Some Bookes are full of lyes and Thieues are so One hardly can beleeue their yea or no. Some Bookes are scurrilous and too obsceane And he 's no right Thiefe that loues not a Queane Some Book 's not worth the reading for their fruits Some Thieues not worth the hanging for their suits Some Bookes are briefe and in few words declare Compendious matter and acutenesse rare And so some Thieues will breake into a house Or cut a purse whilest one can cracke a Louse Some Bookes are arrogant and impudent So are most Thieues in Christendome and Kent Some Bookes are plaine and simple and some Thieues Are simply hang'd whilest others get reprieues Some Books like foolish Thieues their faults are spide Some Thieues like witty Bookes their faults can hide Some Bookes are quaint and quicke in their conceits Some Thieues are actiue nimble in their sleights Some Bookes with idle stuffe the Author fills Some Thieues will still be idle by their wills Some Bookes haue neither reason law or sense No more haue any Thieues for their offence A Booke 's but one when first it comes to th'Presse It may increase to numbers numberlesse And so one Thiefe perhaps may make threescore And that threescore may make ten thousand more Thus from one Thiefe Thieues may at last amount Like Bookes from one Booke past all mens account And as with industry and art and skill One Thiefe doth daly rob another still So one Booke from another in this age Steales many a line a sentence or a page Thus amongst Bookes good fellowship I finde All things are common Thieues beare no such mind And for this Thieuing Bookes with hue and cry Are sought as Thieues are for their Fellony As Thieues are chasde and sent from place to place So Bookes are alwaies in continuall chase As Bookes are strongly boss'd and clasp'd bound So Thieues are manacled when they are found As Thieues are oft examin'd for their crimes So Bookes are vsde and haue bin at all times As Thieues haue oft at their arraignment stood So Bookes are tryde if they be bad or good As Iuries and Graund Iuries with much strife Giue vp for Thieues a Verdict death or life So as mens fancies euidence doe giue The shame or fame of Bookes to dye or liue And as the veriest Thiefe may haue some friend So the worst Bookes some Knaue will still defend As Thieues their condemnation must abide Bookes are
his Kingdome And let vs but marke and consider the plagues and punishments that God hath inflicted vpon Murderers Adulterers and incestuous persons First Cain although by his birth hee was the first man that euer was borne a Prince by his birth and heire apparant to all the world yet for the Murther by him committed on his brother he was the first Vagabond and Runnagate on the face of the earth almost fearefull of his owne shaddow and after he had liued a long time terrifide in Conscience was himselfe slaine as is supposed by Lamech Simeon and Leui the sonnes of Iacob were accurst of their Father for the slaughter of the Sichemites Ioab the Captaine of Dauids Host was slaine for the murthering of Abner Dauid himselfe for the death of Vrlas and the Adultery committed with Bethsheba was continually plagued and vexed with the Sword of Warre with the Rebellion of his owne sonnes and with the vntimely deaths of Aâ—non and Absolen Baanah and Rechab for the slaying of Ishbesheth the sonne of Saul they were both by Dauids commandement put to death who had both their hands and feete cut off and were afterward hanged ouer the Poole in Hebron Samuell 2. 4. The examples are infinite out of diuine and humane Histories that God did neuer suffer Murder to goe vnrewarded and this miserable man of whom I haue here related is a most mainfest spectacle of Gods reuenging vengeance for that crying and hainous sinne As concerning Lust and Incontinency it is a short pleasure bought with long paine a hunnied poyson a Gulfe of shame a Pick-purse a breeder of Diseases a gall to the Conscience a corrofide to the heart turning mans wit into foolish madnesse the bodies bane and the soules perdition to it is excessiue in youth and odious in age besides God himselfe doth denounce most fearefull threats against Fornicators and Adulterers as the Apostle saith that Whormongers and Adulterers shall not inherit the Kingdome of Heauen 1. Cer. 6. 9. And God himselfe saith that hee will bee a swift witnesse against Adulterers Mal. 3.5 And the Wise man saith that because of the whorish woman a man is brought to a â—â—â—â—â—â— of bread and a woman will hunt for the precious lifâ— of a man For faith he can a man take fire in â—â—â— bosome and his cloathes not bee burnt or can â—â—â— man goe vpon hot Coales and his feet not be burnt So hee that goesh in to his neighbours Wife â—â—â— not be innocent Prou. 6. 27 28 29. Abimelech one of the sonnes of Gedeon murdered three score and ten of his Brethren and in reward thereof by the iust Iudgement of God a woman with a piece of a Milstone beat out his braines after he had vsurped the Kingdome three yeeres Iudges the 9. Our English Chronicles make mention that Roger Mortimer Lord Baron of Wallingford merdered his Master King Edward the second and caused the Kings Vncle Edmund Earle of Kent causelesly to bee beheaded but Gods Iustice ouertooke him at last so that for the said Murders he was shamefully executed Humphâ—â—â— Duke of Glocester was murdered in the Abbey of Bary by William de la Poole Duke of Suffoâ—â—â— who afterward was beheaded himselfe on the Sea by a Pyrat Arden of Feuersham and Pâ—â—â— of Plimmouth both their Murders are fresh â—â—â— memory and the fearfull ends of their Wiue and their Ayders in those bloudy actions will neuer be forgotten It is too manifestly known what a number of Stepmothers and Strumpets haue most in humanely murdred their Children and so the same haue most deseruedly beene executed But in the memory of man nor scarcely in any History it is not to be found that a Father did euer take two Innocent Children â—â—â— of their beds and with weeping teares of pâ—â—ilesse pity and vnmercifull meroy to drown them shewing such compassionate cruelty and sorrowfull sighing remorcelesse remoâ—â—â— in that most vnfatherly and vnnaturall deed All which may be attributed to the malice of the Diuell whose will and endeauour that none should be saued who layes out his traps and snares intangling some with Luâ—â—â— some with Couetousnesse some with Ambition Drunkennesse Enuy Murder Sloth or any Vice whereto he sees a man or a woman moâ—â—â— inclined vnto as he did by this wretched maâ—â—â—lulling him as it were in the cradle of sensâ—â—â— and vngodly delight vntill such time as â—â—â— his meanes reputation and credit was â—â—â— and nothing left him but misery and â—â—â— Then hee leads him along through â—â—â— and feares to haue no hope in Gods â—â—â— perswading his Conscience that â—â—â— sinnes were vnpardonable and his estate â—â—â— credit vnrecouerable With these suggestions hee led him on to despaire and in desperation to kill his Children and make shipwracke of his owne soule in which the diligence of the Diuell â—â—â— that hee labours and trauels vnâ—â—â— and as Saint Bernard saith in the â—â—â— day shall rise in condemnation against vs because hee hath euer beene more diligent to destroy soules theÌ„ we haue been to saue them And for a Conclusion let vs beseech God of â—â—â— infinite mercy to defend vs from all the â—â—â— temptations of Satan IOHN ROVVSE his Prayer for pardon of his lewd life which bee vsed to pray in the time of his imprisonment GOD of my Soule and Body haue mercy vpon mee the one I haue cast away by my Folly and the other is likely to perish in thy Funy vnlesse in thy great mercie thou â—â—â— My Sinnes are deepe Seas to drowne me I am swallowed vp in â—â—â— bottomlesse gulfe of my owne â—â—â—gressions With Cain I haue beene Murtherer and with Iudas a Betrayer me Innocent My body is a slaue to â—â—â— and my wretched Soule is deúouâ—â—â— vp by Hell Blacke haue beene my â—â—â— and blacker are my deeds I haue beene the Diuels instrument and am now become the scorne of men a a Serpent vpon earth and an Outcast from Heauen What therefore can become of mee miserable Caitifle If I looke vp to my Redeemer to him I am an Arch Traytor if vpon Earth it is drowned with Blood of my shedding if into Hell there I see my Conscience burning in the Brimstone Lake God of my Soule and Body haue mercy therefore vpon mee Saue mee O saue mee or else I perish for euer I dye for euer in the world to come vnlesse sweet Lord thou catchest my repeÌ„tant Soule in thine Armes O saue me saue me saue me JOHN ROVVSE of Ewell his owne Arraignment Confession Condemnation and Iudgement of himselfe whilst hee lay Prisoner in the White Lyon for drowning of his two Children I Am arraign'd at the blacke dreadfull Barre Where Sinnes sored as Scarlet Iudges are All my Inditements are my horrid Crimes Whose Story will affright succeeding Times As now they driue the present into wonder Making Men treÌ„ble as trees strucke with Thunder If any askes what euidence comes in O 'T is my Conscience which hath euer bin A thousand witnesses and now it tels
To Sharke or Shift or Cony-catch for mony But to make me thy Asse thy Foole thy Cony Could not thy Squire and thee a brace of Varlots Rim'd Fool'd Pip'd 'mongst pocky Whâ—res Harlots For two-pence in some drunken Bawdy-booth To please thy Dexy-dells sweet stinking tooth Wheras thou mightst as thou hast often done Some scraps and broken beere for wages wone Which to maintaine thy state had been some meanes Amongst thy fellowes Rascalls Rogues Queanes Thou scuruy squint-eyd brazen-fac'd Iaboon Thou dam'd Stigmaticall foule Pantaloone Thou Tausrne Alchouse Whorehouse Gig of time That for a groat wilt amongst Tinkers rime I 'll hale from Hell grim visag'd Nemesis Whom I will Scull o'r siluer Thamesis Which to and fro shall still tormant and towze thee And none but Runnagates like thee shall howze thee Thine owne tongue trumpet like each where proclaimes Thy selfe a seruant to my Soueraigne Iames When as thy seruice to the King is such As Athiests vnto God and scarce so much It may bee graclesse thou hast graced bin And in the Presence didst admittaince win Where some stolne rimes and some things of thine owne To please the eares of Greatnesse thou hast showne Which at the first hath wonne thee some applawse Although perhaps not worth three barly strawes And you for sooth must presently giue out Amongst your kitching stuffe whor-hedge bird rout What Noble-man your scuruinesse did bring Into the Court and how our Gracious King As on a man most worthy to bestow it Intitled yon his Highnesse Riming Poet. How dares thy ouerweening fancy tongue Presume to doe a Poets name that wrong How darst thou being altogether vile Attribute to thy selfe that Sacred stile Shall that rare Art which gods and men admire Polluted beby such a scurâ—le Squire Shall Heau'n-bred Poâ—sie that so long hath lasted With thy contagious breath be Bussard-blasted Then Homer from thy Toomb with speed returne And Mâ—rre round thee from thy peacefull Vine Braue Naso to the world againe retire And repossesse that rare Promothean fire Which erst inspir'd you heere you may behold The face of Impudency ouer-bold That dares put on that sweet Poetique name Which hath eterniz'd your Immortall fame Reuenge yon Musas vp awake awake Or euer sinke to the Letbâ—an Like And you braue Moderne Poets whose sweet lines All Heau'nly earthly Harmony combines Can you O can your sonâ—â—â— be stupidious And see your selues abused thus persidious Oh if the ease were mine as it is yours I would raine vengeance in rengefull showres Which furious storme for euer should disperse And dath to pieces these base Groomes in verse An Asse in cloth of goldâ— is but an Asse And Riming-Rascalls may for Pooâ—s passe Amongst mis-iudging and illiterate hynds But iudgement knowes to vse them in their kinds My selfe knowes how sometimes a verse to frame Yet dare I not put on a Poets name And I dare write with thee at any time For what thou darst in either Prose or Rime For thou of Poesic art the very scum Of Riff-raff-Rubish wit the totall summe The lothsome Glaunders of all base abuse The onely Filch-line of each labâ—ing Aâ—use The Knaue the Asse the Coxcomb and the Foole The scorne of Poets and true wits Close-stoole But all your Tauerne and your Alehouse prate Is how your entertainment was in State With this great Lord and that embrodered Knight With that faire Countesse and that Lady bright Though where thou come thou shift Iye â—â—â— As welcome as a Dog into a Church Dost thinke the King and 's Courtiers doth not see And know that nothing good can come from thee Can Swine yeeld sweet perfumes Can Swans breed Crowes Can flatt'ring Rogues haue but dissembling showes Can health be hidden in the plague or poâ—â— Can men take pride in fetters bonds or stocks And more vnpossible then are all these It is that thou shouldst any wise man please Except it be a flash a sparke a spurt Soon in soone out and then as sweet as durt Or like a candle's snuffe for pleasing scent Thou leau'st them deeply pleasd with discontent â—â—â— thou like stinking Fish art growne so stale â—â— who le â—â—â—â—â— Rime not worth a pot of Ale â—â—â— shortly doe hope to see braue sport To haue thee soundly whip'd from out the Court For well I know my King will not allow â—â—â— house to harbour such a Rague as thou â—â—â— to God my Ink-horne I 'll not shut â—â—â— steepe shall not mine eyes together put Before each night I write some scourging verse That in reuenge thy Iadish heart shall pierce For I whose credit ne'r before was tainted â—ot euer was with cheating tricks acquainted To be by thee thus basely vsde and crost And in the world my reputation lost And â—ll by thee that merit'st nought but banging â—â—â— sure I thinke thou 'lt ne'r be worth the hanging â—â—â— rather then thou shouldst a hanging want â—â—â— trusse thee vp for naught were Hangmen scant â—â— I would doe it freely and for nothing And giue thy Wife againe my fee and cloathing Which courtesie of mine no doubt would moue The creatures kindnesse to requite my loue â—â— her thou laid'st the fault thou said'st that shee Did force thee basely runne away from mee Thou Dolt thou Dunce more blockish then a Mule None but a Wittall giues his wife the rule No 't was thy Coward heart ful fraught with feare 'T was nothing else that made thee not appeare Hadst thou the conquest got I had not car'd So thou vnto thy word hadst had regard Then sure the Players had not playd a play But thou or I had borne away the day And now to giue the world a little tast Of the strange brunts and puzzles that I past I will not write a word shall be vntrue That men may know thou vsde me like a Iew And that I doe not raile on thee so sore But that my wrongs doe vrge me to doe more The house was fil'd with Newters Foes Friends And euery one their money frankly spends But when I saw the day away did fade And thy look'd for appearance was not made I then stept out their angers to appease But they all raging like tempestuous Seas Cry'd ouâ— their expectations were defeated And how they all were cony-catch'd and cheated â—ome laught some swore some star'd stamp'd and curst And in confused humors all out burst I as I could did stand the desp'rate shock And bid the brunt of many dang'rous knock For now the stinkards in their irefull wraths â—â—epelted me with Lome with Stones and Laths One madly fits like bottle Al and hisses Another throwes a stone and cause he misses He yawnes and bawles and cryes Away away Another cryes out Iohn begin the Play I thinke this Babel of confused action Would sure haue made thee stink with feares distraction One sweares and stormes another laughs smiles Another madly would pluck off the tiles Some runne to 'th doore to get
hope Thou wilt conclude thy rogu'ry in a Rope Three Trees two Rampant and the other Cross â—â—â— One halter Pendant and a ladder Passant In a field Azure clouded like the Skye Because 'twixt Earth and Ayre I hope thou 'lt dye These Armes for thee my muse hath Heraldiz'd And to exalt thee them shee hath deuisde Then when thou bidst the world thy last good-night Squint vpward and cry Gallowes claime thy right To whose protection thy estate I render And all thy Rights and Titles I surrender â—â—â— Carkas and thy Manners that are euill â—â—â—â—â—â— Hangman and thy fire the Deuill * Thiâ—e as thou hast deseru'd IOHN TAYLOR To the Reader NOw honest Reader if thou be so tell Haue I not Canuas'd this same Rascall well â—â—â— thinkes I heare some say I am too bitter And if I were more milde they hold it fitter â—â—â— such men truely but conceiue my wrong And thinke the case did to themselues belong When such a fellow with me shall agree And take my money for an earnest fee And make me print a thousand Bils and moto And daily on the Posts to clap vp store For thousand Readers as they passe the way To see my name engag'd to play a Play â—â—â— 'Gainst William Fennor my Antagonist And then for me each houre to persist Vpon his word to study and to write And scarce in six weekes rest or day or night And when the time is come the play should be My opposite should run away from me And leaue me to be made a wondring stocke â—â—â— aby-word for the world to mocke To make me lose my credit and my name To be o'rtlouded with perpetuall shame Iudge if this would not moue a man to spleene To be this basely vs'd as I haue beene This to the censure of the World I send This sharpe Inuectiue which my Anger pend And as my wrong was publike so will I Reuenged be vpon him publikely And for him I haue worseâ— Rods in pisse â—â—â— be but dare to write and answer this But if he durst no better play the Knaue Then answer me he would not goe so braue But yet heer 's one thing was almost forgot Which till this time my Muse remembred not And sure it must his Fooleship needs molest This hath beene read and laught at by the Best That when he dares but to the Court to come His entertainment will be like Iack Drum To my Friends ANd now kind Friends a word or two to you Before I bid your Iudgements all adiew Full well I know you all were angred much That my vnfortunate euents were such And well I know you do beleeue and know I meant no shuffling-shifting tricke to show To you my minde doth need no more reuealing You all doe know I meant plaine vpright dealing And sure I hope your informations will Defend me 'gainst the force of scandall still There were some Lords some Knights Esquires and some Good Marchants Tradesmen to the Play did come On purpose onely for my onely sake The most of which I know will vndertake To doe me any good in word or deed If my occasions did require their need Though my deserts can no such fauour win Yet well they know I still haue honest bin I speake not this in any tearmes of boast For why my faults are equall with the most But this is written that it may appeare That I from cony-catching tricks am cleare And vnto all the world I dare appeale Who dares accuse me that I did misdeale So crauing pardon where I haue transgrest I wish my Friends all earthly heau'nly rest To my despightfull Foes TO you that screwd your Iawes awry mewd And so your worthlesse witlesse wisdom shewd And now and then bestow'd a hisse or twaine To giue more vent to your fantasticke braine You might haue kept away I sent not for you If you hate me I doe as much abhor you Like Guests vnbid you might haue brought your stools For as you came you went away like Fools The purpose which my study did intend Was by no meanes any one to offend And therefore whatsoeuer that they be That enuiously do raile and snarle at me I can no lesse doe but with word and pen Informe them that they are malicious men 'Gainst no man in particular I write But generally to all that beare me spight I pray for them to make their fury madder God turn their hearts or Hangman turn the ladder Which turning sure will either mend or end them To one of which my daily Prayers commend them FINIS FENNORS DEFENCE OR I AM YOVR FIRST MAN Wherein the Water-man IOHN TAYLOR is dasht sowst and finally fallen into the Thames With his slanderous Taxations base Imputations scandalous Accusations and foule Abominations against his Maiesties Ryming Poet who hath answered him without Vexations or trembling Recantations DEDICATED To all that can iudge of what degree soeuer IVdiciall Reader after a Supper of Slanders giue me leaue to bestow a Banquet of Defence which I hope shall rellish with more delight in thy generous opinion I am sorry that my Penne is pluckt backe from better Occasions to answere an Opposite so ignoble But seeing my Reputation is shot at by such a poysoned Pistoll I thought it meete to serue out the Ballet of his Infamy with my approued Honesty before it grew ranke or festered too farre iâ— the Worlds Apprehension But to the purpose Master Taylor the Gentleman-like Sculler at the Hope on the Banke-side at a friends house of mine acquainted me with his Proiect which was as followeth That hee the said Taylor had studied such seuerall Humors in Prose as neuer were thâ—â— like before which indeed fell out true to his shame wherein he would haue me ioyne hee to play a Scâ—â—â— in Prâ—se and I to answere him in Verse Whereto I condiscended on these Conditions viz. That I might haue halfe the Commodity thereof Or Security for fiue pounds Or else twenty shillings in hand and the rest as the Day affoorded Next That I might heare his Booke read which was fit to know on whâ—â— ground I might build my Inuention And last That I should see the Manner of his Challenge besâ—â—â— it was published and set my Answere to it with my owne hand To all which hee granted and deliuered mee fiue Shillings vpon the same Whereupon I promised faithfully That if all this were on his part performed I would God willing meet him and with my best endeauour striue to giue the Audience content Now here I must enâ—reat you before you condemne mee note but the Occasions of my Breach of Promise This Water-Taylor with his Confederates presuming he had bound mee with his Earnest-money printed his Challenge-Bill and my Answere annexed thereunto without my Hand Knowledge or Consent Nay more My Answere was by him set vp so meane and insufficient to so brauing a Challenge that I altogether disliked thereof as I had reason and thereupon sent my Man with
'T was thee I call'd so ponder well vpon 't For I thinke thou wast neuer at a Font I wish thee yet thy Baptisme to procure Thou canst not be an Anabaptist sure If I should answer euery lye and line My booke would then be bigger far then thine Besides it with my mind doth not agree To paraphrase on thy poore stuffe and thee Thou put'st one trick vpon me and a rare one Thou 'lt make me vnder Sculler vnto Charon When thou com'st to the Deuill on a message Then I 'l take nothing of thee for thy passage And for my loue then thine shall not be shorter Thou shalt be Plutees vgly vnder Porter For Cerberus and thee must needs agree Thy one good face accommodates his three Thou bid'st me watch and write and doe my worst And sai'st thy Pen and Inkehorne is as curst I thinke 't is curst indeed for I protest That neither thee or them was neuer blest Perhaps thou hast good Paper Pens and Inke But thy inuention Fogh how it doth stinke Thou bid'st me fall vnto my Scull againe And hold'st my calling in thy high disdaine Know Peasant if I were a Baron borne Yet I my honest trade would neuer scorne A Water-man doth get his bread more true Then fifty thousand idle Knaues like you They cannot rime and cony-catch and cheat For what they haue they must be sure to sweat And I esteeme my labour far more deare Then all thy riming's worth in twenty yeere I 'l carry Whores and Knaues too for my fee For money I 'l transport thy wife and thee I 'l carry any body for my fare Wee haue no power to question what they are My Boat is like vnto a Barbers Chaire To which both honest men and Knaues repaire No Trades-men whatsoeuer that they be Can get their lining honester then we We labour truly and we take great paine With hands and feet we stretch out euery vaine Thy hands did neuer worke thou art so niceâ—â— Except 't were in thy Doublet cracking liâ—â— And not to brag but to our trades great fame The learned Sapho that admired Dame Who could the Saphicke Verse so rarely write Did wed a Water-man who Phâ—â—â— hight Besides eight Kings in famous Edgars raigne To row with Oares did hold it no disdaine But as Records and Chronicles relate They row'd vnto the Parlament in State Thou maist infer these Kings were captiues all Why are not all men so by Adams fall Nay more when water the first world did end The second world did presently descend From the High Admirall of Heau'n and Earth The Patriarke Noah we had second birth He ferri'd mankind to this worlds Lee shore From the bar'd-hauen of the world before Such Landsharkes as thy selfe their way did take Downe through the Deluge to Cocstus Lake Where all the comfort the poore Caitiffes found Was this that all the Gallowses were drown'd No Authors write no not the Poets tales That they lou'd Cheatry Porposes or Whales One note this History doth more afford That all were damb'd that scorn'd to lie aboord No part of this world we inherit can But by our Title from a Waterman Then wrong not vs with thy calumnious tongue For from a Waterman we all are Sprung From Iaphets Ioynes I well descended am And thou my cursed Couzin cam'st from Cham Besides thus much thy Ignorance may note That all the world may well be cal'd a Boat Tost on the troublous waues of discontent All subiect vnto change vnpermanent Our life 's the tide which euer ebbes and flowes And to their iournies end all Creatures rowes The Souldier with his sword rowes vp and down And floats in bloud sometimes to gaine a Crown The Lawyer rowes and makes his tongue his oare And sometimes sets his Clyent poore ashoare But the Deuine of all men he rowes best He brings vs safely to the Port of rest He lands vs at our euerlasting Inne And the tenth penny for his paines doth winne Thus Fenner thou mai'st see that Watermen Are farre beyond the limits of thy Pen To doe them wrong I could speake more of this But that I thinke enough sufficient is Thou sai'st that Poetry descended is From pouertie thou tak'st thy markes a misse In spight of weale or woe or want of pelse It is a Kingdom of content it selfe A Poet 's here or there or where he please In Heau'n in Ayre in Earth in Hell or Seas Gods men fish fowle beasts and infernall fiends All tributary homage to him sends They 're called makers for they 'l vndertake By Art of nothing something for to make And though in making little skill I haue Yet could I easily make thee a Knaue But there in I should be but thy partaker A Knaue thou art and so art thine owne maker In which thou dost most makers much excell For hauing made thy selfe so ill so well And now at thee once more I 'l haue a fling Thou faist thou hadst thy title from the King Of rising Poet I beleene it true What name would best befit thee well he knew He call'd thee not a Poet for deuisin Or that thou couldst make ought worth memorizing He call'd thee riming Poet note why 't was And I will shew thy picture in a Glasse He gaue thy Poetry not Reasons Name â—r Rime for he knew well his words to frame Now what a Rimer is vnto a Poet Because thou knowst it not I 'l make thee know it Th' are like Bell-ringers to Musicians Or base Quack-saluers to Phisicians Or as a Zaâ—y to a Tumbler is A Rimer's to a Poet such as this And such art thou or in a worse degree For if a poet should examine thee Of Numbers Figures Trimeters Alchaicks â—â—â— meters Pentameters Trochaicks â—â—bicks Allegorios and Allusions With Tropes Similitudes Types and Conclusions And whosoeuer chanceth but to looke â—â—â—â—â— or th' Arcadi well writ Booke â—all find these Rules which I before haue nam'd Which makes a Poets Art for euer fam'd And in these things thy knowledge is no more Then hath an Asse a Horse a Beare or Bore â—hou art the Rump the taile or basest part Of Poetry thou art the dung of Art Thou art all Rime and voyd of reason thou â—oft doze and shut vp lines no matter how Some men will say I must a Scholler be â—â—â— these words could neuer come from me To them I answer I can English read But further I could neuer write or plead Those words of Art I know them euery one â—nd knowing them I 'l let them all alone Because I doe not know well how to vse them And by misplacing them I may abuse them When I a learned word in Verse doe plant â—â—â— will be sure to write significant â—o much to them whose hearts will not beleeue â—â—t that in Poetry I â—â—â— and theeue â—â—â— dare them all to try me and leaâ—â—â— threatning The proofe of pudding's alwaies in the eating Thâ—â— I haue told thee why wherefore and how
cutting edging stiffning and for lacing For bumbast stitching binding and for buckram For cotton bayes for canuas and for lockram All these I know but know not how to vse them Let trading Taylors therefore still abuse them My skil's as good to write to sweate or row As any Taylors is to steale or sow In end my pulsiue braine no Art affoords To mine or stamp or forge new coyned words But all my tongue can speake or pen can write VVas spoke and writ before I could indite Yet let me be of my best hopes berest If what I euer writ I got by theft Or by base symony or bribes or gifts Or beg'd or borrowd it by sharking shifts I know I neuer any thing haue done But what may from a weake inuention runne Giue me the man whose wit will vndertake A substance of a shaddow for to make Of nothing something with Arts greatest aide With Naâ—â—â— onely all his Muse arraide The solid matter from his braine can squeez â—â—â—â— some lame Artists wits are drawn to 'th leez â—â—â—â—aching Parrots prate and prattle can 〈…〉 ght an Ape will imitate a man And â—â—â— his hors shew'd tricks taught with much labor â—â—â— did the hare that plaid vpon the tabor â—â—â—ll man I pray so witlesse be besotted â—â—â—ll men like beasts no wisdome be allotted Without great studie with instinct of Nature Why then work man the worst and basest creature â—â—â—â— are made the other creatures Kings â—â—â—â— superiour wisdome from them springs â—â—â— therefore Mâ—â—â— vnto thee againe â—â—â— dost suspect the issues of my braine â—â— but my bastards now my Muse doth flie â—nd in thy throat giues thy suspect the lie â—nd to the triall dares thee when thou dar'st Accounting thee a coward if thou spar'st â—â—â— little wit and braine and spleene And gall memorie and mirth and teene â—â—d passions and affections of the minde â— other Mortals vse to be enclinde Aâ—â— hauing all this wherefore should men doubt â—â—â— wit should be so crippled with the Gowt â—â—â— it must haue assistance to compile â—â—â—a lâ—â—e dog that 's limping or a stile â—â—â—o no thou Zâ—ylâ—â— thou detracting else â—â—â—gh thou art insufficient in thy selfe â—nd hast thy wit and studies in reuersion â—â—â—â—â—â— on me that scandalous aspersion â—â—â— such ballad-mongring timing slaues â—â—â—â—â—ygging rascals such audacious knaues â—â—e bane of learning the abuse of Arts â—â—â—me of Natures worst defectiue parts The scorne of schollers poison of rewards â—â— dlesse vassalls of true worths regards The shame of time the canker of deserts The death of liberall and heroicke hearts â—â—â— like so many bandogs snarle and snatch â—â—â— all 's their owne they can from others catch â—â—â— licke the scraps of Schollers wits like dogs â—â—â—â—â— old draffs good enough for hogs â—â—yning line by line and peece by peece â—â—â— from each place they read will filch a sleece â—â—â— thinks my Muse should piecemeale teare these rogues â—â—â— base vile theÌ„ tatter'd Irish brogues â—â—â— kissing raskals flattering parasites â—â—â—ne vices vassalls vertues opposites â—â—â— you daâ—â—bde curs haue murderd liberall minds â—â—â— made best Poets worse esteem'd then hindes â—â—â— wherefore doe I take a Schollers part â—â—â— haue no ground or Axioms of Art â—â—â— in Poesie an artlesse creature â—â—â— haue no learning but the booke of Nature No Academicall Poeticke straines But homeâ—â—puâ— medley of my mottley braines Thâ—â—â—â—â— on â— a Schâ—â—â—r's wants bewaile And why against â—â—fe litter'd whelps I raile Iâ— this that they long time should time beftow In paint fall study secret Arts to know â—â—d after liue in want contempt and scorne By euery dâ—â—g-hill pâ—asant ouer-borne Abâ—â—d reiected doggedly disgrac'd De'pâ—ed ragged Iowzie and out-fac'd Whilst Bag-pipe-poets stuft with others wind Are gâ—â—c'd for wit they haue from them purloind Now in my owned fence once more I 'l say Their too rash iudgements too much runne astray That ' câ—â—se my name is Taylor I doe theeue it I hope their wisdomes will no more beleeue it Nor let my want of learning be the cause I should be bitten with blacke envies iawes For whose'r by nature is not a Poet By rules of Art he neuer well can show it Ther 's many a wealthy heire long time at Schoole Doth spend much study and comes home a foole A Poet needs must be a Poet borne Or else his Art precures his greater scorne For why if Art alone made men excell Me thinks Tom Coriat should write ex'lent well But he was borne belike in some crosse yeere When learning was good cheap but wit was deare Then to conclude as I before began Though nought by Schollership or Art I can Yet if my stocke by nature were more bare I scorne to vtter stolne or borrowed ware And therefore Reader now I tell thee plaine If thou incredulous dost still remaine If yea or nay these reasons doe perswade thee I leaue thee and thy faith to him that made thee To the Kings most excellent Maiesty Anagramma Iames Stuart MVSKS TARI AT GReat Soueraigne as thy sacred Royall brest Is by the Muses whole and sole possest So do I know Rich Precious Peereleffe Iem In writing vnto Thee I write to them The Muses tarry at thy name why so Because they haue no further for to goe To the high and mighty Prince CHARLES STVART Anagramma Calls true hearts BRaue Prince thy name thy fame thy selfe and all With lone and seruice all true hearts doth call So royally indude with Princely parts Thy Reall vertues alwaies calls true hearts To Anna Queene of Great Brittaine THese back-ward and these forward lines I fend To your right Royall high Maiesticke hand And like the guilty prisoner I attend Your censure wherein blisse or bale doth stand If I condemned be I cannot grudge For neuer Poet had a iuster Iudge These lines are to bee read the same backward as they are forward Deer Madam Reed Deem if I meed Loues Iabyrinth with the description of the seuen Planets I Trauel'd through a wildernesse of late Ashady darke vnhaunted desart groue Whereas a wretch explain'd his piteous state Whose mones the Tygers vnto ruthe would moue Yet though he was a man cast downe by Fate Full manly with his miseries hee stroue And dar'd false Fortune to her vtmost worst And e'r he meant to bend would brauely burst Yet swelling griefe so much o'r-charg'd his heart In scalding sighes he needs must vent his woe Where groans and teares and sighes all beare a part As partners in their masters ouerthrow Yet spight of griefe he laught to scorne his smart And midst his depth of care demean'd him so As if sweet concord bore the greatest sway And snarling discord was inforc'd t' obey Thou Saint quoth he I whilome did adore Thinke not thy youthfull feature still can last In winters age thou shalt in vaine implore That thou on me such coy disdaine didst cast Then then remember old said fawes of yore Time was Time is but then thy Times is past And in the
Were by his reading graced and made better And howsoeuer they were good or ill His bourty shew'd he did accept them still He was so good and gracious vate me That â— the vilest wretch on earth should be If for his sake I had not writ this Verse My last poore dutie to his Royall Hearse Two causes made me this sad Poems wrue The first my humble dutie did inurte The last to shunne that vice which doth include All other vices foule Ingratitude FINIS FOR The sacred memoriall of the great Noble and ancient Example of Vertue and Honor the Illustrious and welbeloued Lord CHARLES HOWARD Earle of Nottingham Iustice in Eyre of all his Maiesties Forrests Parks and Chases on this side Trent Knight of the Honourable Order of the Garter and one of the Lords of his Maiesties most Honourable Pâ—iuie Councell Who departed this Life at his Mannour of Halâ—ing in Surrey on Thurseday the 14. of December 1624. and was buried at Rigate amongst his Honourable Ancestors the 20. of December last 1624. TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE Right Worshipfull of both Sexes who had either alliance by Marriage Consanguinity by Birth or bore loue to the Right Noble and truly vertuous deceased I Humbly craue your Worthinessetâ— excuse This boldnesse of my poore vnlearned Muse That hath presum'd so high a pitch to flye In praise of Vertue and Nobility I know this taske most fit for Learned men For Homer Ouid or for Virgils pen But for I with him haue both seru'd and sail'd My gratefull duty hath so farre preuail'd Boldly to write true Honours late decease Whilst better Muses please to hold their peace And thus much to the world my Verse proclaimes That neither gaine nor flattery are my aimes But loue and duty to the Noble dead Hath caus'd me cause these Lines be published And therefore I entreat your gen'rous Hearts Tâ— accept my duty pardon my deserts Beare with my weakenesse winke at my defects Good purposes doe merit good effects Poore earthen Vessels may hold precious Wint And I presume that in this booke of mine In many places you shall something finde To please each Noble will affected minde And for excuse my Muse doth humbly plead That you 'l forbeare to iudge before you read He that is euer a true wel-wisher and â—â—â—sequious Seruant to your Honours Worships and Noble Personages Iohn Taylor SOme few yeeres since I rode to my Lords Mannour of Halcing in Surrey where I presented his Lordship with a Manuscript or written Booke of the names and degrees of all the Knights of the Noble Order of the Garter since the first institution by king Edward the third which was of mine owne collections out of Windsor Cattle and some authontike â—â—â—â— His Lordship receiued it gratefully and rewarded me honorably in the which Booke was â—â—â— Anagram of his name and Earledome of Nottingham which â—old very 〈…〉 to be heâ—reâ—â—â— under Printed because it falles correspondent to the reuerence of his â—â— and the happinesse which the words import Charles Howard Earle of Nottinghame Anagramma O Heauen cals and hath true Glorie for me And happy was this happy Anagram Heauen calls Charles Howard Earle of Nottingham And he obeyd the call and gain'd true glory For change of earthly Titles transitory For the sacred Memoriall of the Great Noble and Ancient example of Vertue and Honour the Illustrious and welbeloued Lord Charles Howard Earle of Nottingham Iustice in Eyre of all his Maiesties Forrests Parks and Chases on this side Trent Knight of the Honorable Order of the Garter and one of the Lords of his Maiesties most Honorable priuy Councell WHat English Muse forbeares to shead a teare For Englands Nestor grauest oldest Peere Not onely old in number of his dayes But old in vertue all good mens praise Whose actions all his pilgrimage did passe More full of honour then his title was And though his corps be seuer'd from his spirit And that the world sufficient knowes his merit Yet shall my poore vnworthy artlesse Verse â—â— dutious seruice wait vpon his Hearse My selfe his Honour on the Seas attended And with his bounty haue I beene befriended And to acquite me from vnthankfulnesse My lines shall here my gratitude expresse No monumentall Marble reard on hie He needs t'emblaze him to posterity No flattring Epitaph he needs to haue To be engrau'd vpon a gawdie graue His life and actions are his Monument Which fills each kingdome Clime and Continent And when their memories shall stinke and dye Who in most stately sepulchers doe lay Then royall histories shall still relate To each degree or age or sex or state The vertue valour bounty and the fame Of Englands all-beloued Nottingham And Noble hearts his memory shall retaine Vntill the world to Chaos turne againe That yeere of wonderment call'd eighty eight When fraud and force did our destruction wait When Hell and Rome and Spaine did all agree That wee should vanquish'd and inuaded be Our foes at Sea thirty one thousand men With neere foure hundred ships and â—â—â—lies then Then this White Lyon rowz'd with â—â—â—â—â—ue Defending both his ounrry and his Queene Like second Mars to battell braue he wenâ— God making him his worthy instrument His Chiefraine Champion and his Generall With sixe score ships and Vessels great aâ—â—â—mall To conquer those that did for conquest â—â—â— And foyle the pow'r of Hell and â—â—â— and â—â— Then valour was with resolution mixt And manhood with true Fâ—uoâ—â— â—â—â— When death and danger â—â—â—â—tned euery where Braue Charles all â—earel 〈…〉 â—â—â— did encourage can When roring cannons counâ—â—â— heau'ns thunder And slaughteâ—d men their vessels â—â—â— vnder The Sun eclips'd with â—â—â—â— skies darke and dim And batt'ring bullets seuered â—im from liâ—â— When as that Sea might bee the Rea Sea call'd Then he with dreadlesse courage vnappaâ—l'd Like a bright Bâ—acon or a blazing Staire Approu'd himselfe a thunder â—â—olr of warre Whose valour and example valiantly Pursu'd and wonne a glorious victory And then by him through the Almighties hand Preserued from inuasion was this Land So that who euer shall his Tombe passe by And shall enquire who there doth buried lye If answere be but made He 's in this Graue Who did in Eighty eight this Kingdome saue Then is the â—otall told and seruice best Where with this little Land was euer blest At * 1596 Cales likewise the Sea-fight we did win By his direction and graue disciplin The Spanish ships soone from his force retir'd Some torne some sunke some taken and some fir'd And whensoere he gaue the ouerthrow He nere insulted ore his conquerd foe But like a Noble Lyon euery way He scorn'd to prey vpon a yeelding prey With pitty piety and true remorce His clemency was mixt with manly force Vnto his foes a noble care he had Nor would affliction to affliction adde So that his enemies much cause did find To loue and honour his true noble mind Yet 'gainst offenders he was sharply
since at Tyborne sought a quarrell Epigram 21. OLd Grubsons Sonne a stripling of good age â— will make one laugh to see him and his Page Like to a garded Vichin walkes the streets Looking for reuerence of each one he meets Eagles must honour Owles and Lyons Apes And wise men worship fooles for farre fetcht shapes Epigram 22. GReab Captaine Sharke doth wonderfully muse How he shall spend the day that next ensues There 's no Play to be playd but he hath seene At all the Theaters he oft hath beene And seene the rise of Clownes and fall of Kings Which to his humour no contentment brings And for he scornes to see a Play past twice Hee 'l spend a time with his sweet Cockatrice Epigram 23. A Compleat Gallant that hath gone as farre That with his hands from skyes hath pluckt a star And saw bright Phaebus whoÌ„ he did take Coach And Luna when her throne she did approach And talke with Iupiter and Mercury With Vulcan and the Queene of Lechery And saw the net the stumpfoot Black-smith made Whe ein fell Mars and Venus was betrayd With thousand other sights he saw in skyes Who dares affirme iâ— that this gallant lyes I counsell all that either hate or loue him Rather beleeue him then goe to disproue him Epigram 24. DRusus his portion gallantly hath spent What though He did it to a good intent Vnto a wise man it seemes neuer strange That men should put their money to Exchange Nay then I saw he was a subtile Fox What had he for 't I pray sweet Sir the Poxe I doe not like his bargaine why wherefore His money still wan'd lesse his poxe waxe more He need not now feare wasting of his stocks Spend what he can he nere shall want the Poxe Epigram 25. NEate Master Scape-thrist railes against all ryet Commending much a temperate sparing dyet What though he hath beene prodigall and wilde Those idle fancies now he hath exilde What though he hath beene frequent with excesse Of Dice of Drabs and drowsie Drunkennesse Yet now he 's chang'd Sir he is not the man The case is alter'd now from what 't was than The Prologue of his wealth did teach him spend And 't is the Epilogue that makes him mend Epigram 26. A Greedie Chuffe once being warn'd in poste To make appearance at the Court of Hell Where grifly Pluto hotly rules the roste And being â—ummon'd by the passing Bell. With heapes of gold he would haue bribed Death But he dildaining bribes depriu'd his breath Epigram 27. DOctor Donzago one of wondrous learning And in Astronomy exceeding cunning Of things thats past and coming he 's discerning His mind on Prophesies is euer running Of Comets Meteors Apparitions Of Prodigles and exhalations Of Planets natures and conditions And of the spheares great calculations Yet want of one skill all his cunning smothers Who lyes most with his wife himselfe or others Epigram 28. BRaue Bragadocia whom the world doth threaten Was lately with a Faggot sticke sore beaten Wherefore in kindnesse now my Muse must weepe Because his resolution was asleepe Epigram 29. VVAlking along the streets the other day A ragged Souldier crost me on the way And though my purses lyning was but scant Yet somewhat I bestow'd to ease his want For which he kindly thankt me with his heart And tooke his leaue and friendly we did part When straight mine eyes a Horse Footcloth spy'dâ—â— Vpon whose backe in pompous state did ride One whom I thought was deputie to Ioue Yet not this Souldiers wants could pitty moue But with disdainefull lookes and tearmes of scorne Commands him trauaile whether he was borne 'T will almost make a Puritan to sweare To see an Asses Horse a cloake to weare When Christians must goe naked bare and thin Wanting apparell t'hide their mangled skin Vaine world vnto thy Chaos turne agen Since brutish beasts are more esteem'd then men Epigram 30. LIeutenant Pusse from Cleaueland is return'd Where entring of a breach was sorely burn'd And from reuenge hee 'l neuer be perswaded Till the low Countries he hath quite inuaded When his hot wrath makes Neatherlands to smoke He 's bound for Deepe in France with irefull stroke But haue a care in these hot warres of France Least in a Pockie heat you spoyle your Lance. Epigram 31. A Loue-sicke Wooer would a Sonnet write In praise of her that was his hearts delight'â— Hoping thereby his wished loue to win And to attaine it thus he did begin Seure of the Earth and Empresse my Soule â—Loue and Life that doth my thoughts controule â— Queene of my affections and desire â—â—â—â— to AEâ—na sets my heart on fire â—y Golden Lockes resembling brightest Amber â—â—â—â—it to grace some mighty Monarkes Chamber â—â—â—eyes Eclipsing Tâ—â—â—â— in his rising â—y Face surpassing Natures best deuiung â—y lips euaporates most sweet persumes â—y roice the Musicke of the Spneares astumes â—â—â—on wounds more then Loues shast and Bow â—y red the Rose doth shame thy white the Snow â—â—â— Worlds wonder Natures dearest Iewell â—â—â— not thy vertues with thy beeing cruell â—â—â— that art my Soules adored Saint â—â— â—â—â—etrable to my woes complaint â—â—â— the poore Bull finch spends the day in moanes â—â—â—â—ight he wasts in deepe heart-gnawing groanes â—â—â— most filthy vgly odious Whore â—â— whom he spends his substance and his store â—â—â—sing millions of egregious lyes â—â—rayse his Punckes foule feature to the skyes Epigram 32. â—â—â—ke how yon Lechers legs are worne away â—â—â— With haunting of the Whore-hose euery day â—â—nowes more greasie Panders Bawds and Drabs â—ad eates more Lob sters Articheckâ—â—s and Crabs â—â—w roasted Egges Potatoâ—s Muskadine â—â—â—â—ers and pith that growes â—â—â— Oxes Chine â—ith many Drugs Compounds and Simples store Which makes him haue a stomacke to a Whore â—â— one day hee 'l giue cre when 't is too late â—â—hen he stands begging through an Iron Grate Epigram 33. Light finger'd Francis begging in the Iayle Did chance to see a friend of his passe by â—â—inking his lamentations would preuaile â—ad that some coyne would from his bountie stye These ancient friends one thrall and th' other tree â—â—e hungry lowsie ragged and forlorne The other â—at with prodigality â—akes him this answer mixt with pride and scorne What Franke quoth he art there for â—le Cakes Why how the Dâ—uell comes this lucklesse crosse â—â—â—â—h sir quoth Franke your mastership mistâ—kes â—â—or I am heere for stealing of a Horse â—roth I mistooke indeed and â—o â—â—st thou â—â—at this time I haue no money now Epigram 34. MOunsieur Luxuri hath beene with a Puncke Wherby his worships purse is â—hrodely shtunk And now for penance of his former ryet With good Duke Humfrey he must take his diet Thus with a crâ—â—â—â—â—â—â—â—◠〈…〉 â—â—adge his case 〈…〉 Epigram 35. THere chanstâ—… â—… The â—â—â— an old manâ—… â—… The â—â—â—â— a Poet â—â—â—â—â—â— and 〈…〉 Theâ—â—â— th a Pâ—… Theseâ—… Who shouldâ—… Thâ— old man said that when he was a boy To â—â—â— nine hâ—ndâ—â—edâ—â—â—â—â—