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A13501
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Taylors farevvell, to the Tovver-bottles
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Taylor, John, 1580-1653.
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1622
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STC 23797; ESTC S118290
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Sack whil'st I in Ale will mourne Yet though you have no reason wit or sence I 'le sencelesse chide you for your vile offence That from your foster father me would slide To dwell with Ignorance a blinde-fold guide For who in Britaine knew but I to vse you And who but I knew how but to abuse you My speech to you no Action sure can beare From Scandala magnatum I am cleare When Vpland Trades-men thus dares take in hand A wat'ry buis'nesse they not vnderstand It did presage things would turne topsie turuie And the conclusion of it would be scuruie But leauing him vnto the course of Fate Bottles let you and I a while debate Call your extrauagant wilde humours home And thinke but whom you are departed from I that for your sakes haue giu'n stabs and stripes To giue you suck from Hogsheads and from Pipes I that with paines and care you long haue â—urst Oft fill'd you with the best and left the worst And to maintaine you full would often pierce The best of Butts a Puncheon or a â—ierce Whil'st Pipes and Sackbuts were the Instruments That I plaid on to fill your full contents With Bastart Sack with Allegant and Rhenish Your hungry mawes I often did replenish VVith Malmesie Muskadell and Corcica VVith VVhite Red Clarret and Liatica With Hollocke Sherant Malliga Canara I stuft your sides vp with a sursarara That though the world was hard my care was still To search and labour you might haue your fill That when my Master did or Sup or Dine He had his choyse of Fifteene sorts of Wine And as good Wines they were I dare be bolde As any Seller in this Land did holde Thus from these Bottles I made honour spring Befitting for the Castle of a King This Royalty my labour did maintaine When I had meate and wages for my paine Ingratefull Bottles take it not amisse That I of your vnkindnes tell you this Sure if you could speake you would say in briefe Your greatest want was still my greatest griefe Did I not often in my bosome hugge you And in mine armes would like a Father lugge you Haue I not run through Tempests gusts and stormes And met with danger in strange various formes All times and Tides with and against the streame Your welfare euer was my labours Theame Sleet Raine hayle winde or Winters frosty chaps Ioues Lightning or his dreadfull Thunderclaps When all the Elements in one Conspire Sad Earth sharpe Ayre rough Water flashing Fire Haue warr'd on one another as if all This world of nothing would to nothing fall When showring hayleshot from the storming heau'n Nor blustering Gusts by Eol's belching driuen Could holde me backe then oft I searcht and sought And found and vnto you the purchase brought All weathers faire foule Sunshine wet and dry I trauail'd still your paunches to supply Oft haue I fought and swagger'd in your Right And fild you still by either sleight or might And in th'Exchequor I stood for your Cause Else had you bin confounded by the Lawes I did produce such witnesses which crost The Marchants sute else you had quite bin lost And but for me apparantly 't is knowne You had bin Kicksie winsie ouerthrowne And for my seruice and my much paines taken I am cashier'd abandon'd and forsaken I knew it well and said and swore it too That he that bought you would himselfe vndoe And I was promist that when hee gaue o're That I should fill you as I did before For which Foure yeares with patience I did stay Expecting he would breake or run away Which though it bee falne out as I expected Yet nerethelesse my seruice is rejected Let men judge if I haue not cause to write Against my Fortune and the worlds despight That in my prime of strength so long a space I toyl'd and drudg'd in such a gainelesse place VVhereas the best part of my life I spent And to my power gaue euery man content In all which time which I did then remaine I gaue no man occasion to complaine For vnto all that know me I appeale To speake if well or ill I vsde to deale Or if there bee the least abuse in mee For which I thus from you should sundred bee For though my profit by you was but small Yet sure my Gaine was loue in generall And that I doe not lye not speake amisse I can bring hundreds that can witnes this Yet for all this I euer am put off And made a scorne a by word and a scoffe It must some Villaines information be That hath maliciously abused me But if I knew the misinforming else I would write lines should make him hang himselfe Be he a Great man that doth vse me ill That makes his will his Law and Law his will I holde a Poore man may that Great man tell How that in doing ill he doth not well But Bottles blacke once more haue at your breech For vnto you I onely bend my speach Full fourteene times had Sols illustrious Rayes Ran through the Zodiacke when I spent my dayes To conserue reserue preserue and deserue Your loues wheÌ„ you with wants were like to starue A Groce of Moones and twice 12. months besides I haue attended you all times and tides If I gain'd Twelue-pence by you all that time May I to Tyburne for promotion Climbe For though the blinde world vnderstand it not I know there 's nothing by you can be got Except a drunken pate a scuruy word And now and then be tumbled ouer-boord And though these mischiefes I haue kept me fro No other Bottleman could e're doe so T is knowne you haue bin stab'd throwne in the Thames And he that fild you beaten with exclaimes By Marchants who haue much abused bin VVhich Exigents I neuer brought you in But I with peace and quietnes got more Then any brabling e're could doe before The VVarders knowes each Bottleman but I Had alwayes a crack'd crowne or a blacke eye Oft beaten like a Dog with a scratch'd face Turn'd empty beaten backe with vile disgrace These iniuries my selfe did bring in quiet And still with peace I fild you free from Ryot My labours haue bin dedicate to you And you haue dealt with me as with a Iew For vnto thousand witnesses 't is knowne I did esteeme your welfare as mine owne But an obiection from my words may runne That seeing nothing by you may be wonne VVhy I doe keepe this deale of doe about you When as I say I can liue best without you I answer though no profit you doe bring Yet there is many a profitable thing Which I of Marriners might often buy Which vnto me would yeeld commodity And I expected when the Time should be That I should fill you as 't was promist me Whereby some other profit might be got Which I in former times remembred not All which could doe the Custome house no wrong VVhich to repeat heere would be