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A59967
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Carolina, or, Loyal poems by Tho. Shipman, Esq.
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Shipman, Thomas, 1632-1680.
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1683
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Wing S3440; ESTC R11221
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vie with fruitful Thessaly Potosi Mines and Rocks of Bengalay Thine happy Country are more rich than they It s Leaden Treasures that our Cannons hold We can exchange for Argosies of Gold Pearls Diamonds Rubies and such costly fraight Our smaller Shot can purchase weight for weight Those rare Coal-Mines thy Book to us here shows Far greater Miracles than all disclose The Carbuncle and Topaz are out-shone Here 's Light and Heat too treasur'd in a stone Pliny did ne're of such a Wonder write Here you may see the Heat and feel the Light Pactolus Tagus and those Eastern streams Whose Pibbles Poets have advanc'd to Gemms Exceed not thy clear Trent when thou hast told Its Stream's like Silver and its Sand like Gold Why dost not witty Cotton then invite To do thee and his native River right Such Trophies rais'd in great Augustus's days Their Founders were not only crown'd with Bays But we may see each Leaf was edg'd with Gold Mecoenas Favours in their Verse inroll'd Nor were their hopes by Patrons only rais'd Their merits also were by Poets prais'd Thus when thou dost thy lofty Building reer Stately as Hardwick or as Chatsworth are Thou 'lt see the prouder Wits make their resort And humbly beg admittance to thy Court Whilst I am justly proud that I may wait And stand a Porter to attend thy Gate The CRITICK 1663. To Captain W. W. earping at a Synelepha in a Souldier's Motto WHat Man is free from Censure when It fastens on a Souldiers Pen The best-arm'd parts its force may feel When Estritch like it bites on steel A Critick's Bolt's of such weak stuff It breaks or turns again at Buff. He that a Souldier thinks to bind In Rules must tye his hands behind They hate a Concord Discords are The only Rudiments of War They slight such Rules and boast their fate In breaking yours or Priscian's Pate It is then vainer to reherse To them the Niceties of Verse When they will swear before your Face That Synelepha's are a Grace And how they serve to trim each line With knots and make the Muses fine That 't is a pretty apish jarr And imitates the feats of War One word here runs on th' others point Another too has lost a Joynt A Synelepha's but a skar In Verse and those no Scandals are With Souldiers where they bring more grace Than Moles to any Ladies face And if a Verse should prove too short They 'l have some lame Excuses for 't To want a Foot is no more fault Than for a Souldier 't is to hault The CHEAP INVITER 1663. To the Right Honourable Patrick Viscount Chaworth inviting him to Venison of his own sending YOur Promise I suspect not in the least And tho the Scripture calls Believers blest 'T is wise Civility not to restrain From doubling pray'rs for what we would obtain When Court or Church Preferments do bestow They are not only begg'd but paid for too Whereas you yours more gen'rously dispence And noble are all at your own expence Thus liberal Princes when they Visits give Exhaust not by the favour but relieve Besides the blessing of his Eye the Sun Makes rich the Earth that Winter had undone Yet seeks no more reward for all he brought Than some cold water for his Morning's Draught And tho my Lord I may too justly fear You 'l scarcely find a better Treatment here You shall be welcome and have Thanks good store And Heav'n for all it's Blessings asks no more KNIGHTHOOD 1664. To my honoured Friend Sir Fran. Leek being made Knight and Baronet THis Title aim'd for Merit now the Stale For Fools since Honour is expos'd to Sale Whose Chapmen for the most part make it base As Cromwel's Lords brought Scarlet in disgrace 'T was Valour 's badge but now some new Knights know Nor see drawn Sword but that which dubs 'em so This Glory was too bulkey far too wide For such slim Heroes in their upstart Pride The mighty Gyant Honour vexing shares His Trophies to Pigwiggin-Souls like theirs Like Boys opprest in Arms they idly sit Goliah's Sword would only David fit Nor was there any way left to redeem It's credit or create a new esteem But by your Name so that which was thought fit To honour others you have honour'd it Your constant Soul stood firm in wicked times Which murder'd Loyalty and favour'd Crimes Castles and Armies fell beneath their hand Yet you more strong than either nobly stand That thund'ring force which made three Nations bow Stirr'd not the Lawrel on your warlike Brow Which did not there as your Protection sit Instead of guarding you you guarded it So that which as the Guard of Valour stands Boasts that it took it's Safety from your hands And Fortune that does trample on the World Yet trampled on beneath your feet is hurl'd This made you watch'd so by that jealous Crew Yet your Souls noble Motions you pursue To keep a standing Guard they were oblig'd And you did always eat and sleep besieg'd They rated you an Army could withstand The Body eas'ly when they held the hand And when their Crimes the Blessing them deny'd To be of yours they wish'd you of their side Thus did you force 'em both to Fear and Love As did become the Son of thund'ring Iove Thus them without a Sword you Pris'ners took Who slighted Cannons trembled at your look Then he that without Arms did Conq'rour stand What will he do arm'd now with just command GRIEF 1664. Vpon the death of my dear S. Mrs. P. S. FArewel dear Sister precious Soul farewel Go to thy fitter place where thou wilt dwell With thy Companions spotless Virgins where Thy Veil will be as white as any there Of thine own spinning too e're thou went'st hence Made up of Chastity and Innocence But now alas this sad truth I have learn'd None can write Elegies that are concern'd Objects too near are never seen so well As those which at remoter distance dwell Grief when t is gotten to the highest pitch Damms up our tears and locks up all our Speech Groans then prove you articulate appear So courteous Reader as to drop a tear And since Grief dulls the Muses please to try Thy fitter Genius for an Elegy And when th' hast lost as dear a Friend as mine I promise here to doe as much for thine The GIPSIE. 1664. Vpon Betty Boswel Daughter to Captain Boswel Leader of the Gipsies to vindicate her A Gipsie no such wonder since t is known How great Queen Cleopatra's self was one And that Mark Antony whom old Rome saw One of the three that to the World gave Law Wander'd abroad leaving his Native home A Captain of the Gipsies to become We may as well that Empress Learning flout Who first from Egypt rang'd the World about Because black-hair'd and of a brownish hew Must Madam Betty be a Gypsie too The best complexion sure and all men know That lines of Beauty nought to Colours owe. What though