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A58192
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Folly in print, or, A book of rymes
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Raymond, John, 17th cent.
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1667
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Wing R418; ESTC R5763
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Yet would with one another lie Their thoughts were grown so great And Poetiz'd their fancy That they immortaliz'd should grow Would neither sleep nor eat Alike to them was day or night They were so raptur'd with delight And measur'd time by thought Their cloaths by custome they put on And hand in hand walk'd fast along So found the Priest they sought The holy-man forgot his book And now and then he stole a look As oft about to pray Believing something there inshrin'd So much transcending humane kind He knew not what to say But fearing that he might offend The Saint so newly made his friend Dispatcht what he begun The Bride and Bridegroom left the place As they had been to run a race Scarce knowing what was done The people whom they passed by As if it were some hue and cry Forsook their houses quite And by pursuing came at last To find the doors and windows fast VVhere they had made their flight The guests invited to the day Came there but knew not what to say It was so strange a thing No meat nor musick favours gloves Posset nor cakes to shew their loves The Bride had but a Ring Thus full three daies and nights are fled Since that the sheapherds took their bed 'T was time I trow to rise For mortaliz'd they are agen And call for meat like other men Nature must have supplys The Prae-invited guests came in Like those who had intranced been None gave that daies salute Seeing the blushing sheapherds sit Like our first Parents for a bit Of the forbidden fruit But then a matron ag'd threescore Though truly told full twenty more Thus to the Bridegroom saies But not asham'd thou hast done well And doing often is a spell All women love to praise The married and the maids applause Soon known by hems at e'ry clause The scene is alter'd quite For now the house with noise doth ring In e'ry tongue and tail a sting For such another night The Souldier who at push of pike Saies one stands longest I doe like And thrusts and thrusts agen Another cries I love the brunt And brave induring in the front Give me such sprightly men But then a blushing maid replys My father told my mother lyes And so may others doe He promis'd her the Seamans vow But he perform'd the Lord knows how And glad she had it too Now supper call'd the Musick playes Healths to those pleasant nights and dayes The sheapherds lately past The tables drawn a dance or two The Bride and Groom had more to doe Such as they did the last But stay the maids now claim a right A custome yet of much despight To see the Bride in bed Which willingly she would excuse Though seemingly did not refuse 'T was now no May-den-head The men for Bridal garters strive The Mayds for Codpeice points alive But see a wondrous scape For had his breeches now been on Had suffer'd a dissection Or they had made a Rape But still the stockings are to throw Some threw too high and some too low There 's none could hit the mark But left the bride and bridegroom too 't Assut'd enough that they could doo 't Though it were ne're so dark Of Amity and Friendship AMity is a sacred flame Nature first kindled in our breasts That heat extinct only the name Equal remains to men and beasts Soul of the world true Amity As needful is to all mankind As fire and water for we see Without no joy nor tast we find Salt of our life nursing mother To all society humane A friend to me is my brother Against an Abel was a Cain Tyrants in nature had they power The Soul of friendship would destroy Malice and bad men would deflowr What e're themselves could not enjoy Friendship sufficeth to preserve The world no need of laws to bind Which now as second means does serve To awe those wills to bad inclind Howe're the law takes place below For friendship rules the heart and hand Our wills and the effects we know The Law but outsides can command All good law-makers ever had A greater care of Amity Then Justice though the laws not bad Yet sometimes credit loose we see Friendship distinguish'd into parts Nature virtue profit pleasure Virtue the noblest wedlocks hearts 'T is the souls indies natures measure The portract and description Of perfect friendship is a free And general confusion Of souls exchang'd in Amity Not only a conjunction Of solid things however knit There may be separation This perfect love will not admit The souls are plung'd and drowned so In one another that you can No more divide then you can do Things liquid or create a man On choice and liberty of will 'T is built without exception Goods honours judgments thoughts and will Nay life this is perfection From this confusion proceeds You cannot lend nor give to each No speech of good turns or good deeds Nor thanks for that declares a breach In common friendships these are found The nourishers in union Those testimonies are not sound But signs are of division 'T were nonsense and strange complement To thank my self for what I doe Unto my self who can invent I should divide my self in two Disputers in Religion Like talkers are of Amity For in a thousend there 's not one Who practise that divinity Oh sacred friendship much abus'd Transmuted into policy For want of wit he is accus'd Hath friendship and true honesty Were all to Avarice inclin'd The world would quickly have an end Meum not Tuum we should find Would leave but one himself to freind God was for money bought and sold Yet still we dote on cursed pelf May he that makes his God his gold Like that Apostate hang himself Perverted principles for truth Is now asserted interest The Religion of age and youth Friendship 's a name without a Test. FINIS Postcript to the Reader NOw you have pay'd and Read Farewel Be wiser yet and keep counsel For like to him who show'd a Mare Horse and no Horse to be seen there The Tayl was where the Head should be Tot'h Manger ty'd my Poetry Is such a show for wanting Coyn The Lyon with the Fox I joyn And thank ye all for this Relief 'T is better then a Begging-brief In all this Town ye cannot find A fitter Man to cheat the Blind * The two Statues at Somerset stairs of Tame and Isis. Two Rivers joyning makes Thamesis the heirs little brooks from the West running into Thames fish their Subjects When the Bridge was built this water was turn'd against Somerset House over the fields below Redriff 3 Tydes they are to hang till the water overflow them and ebbs as oft
River-bank seeing her shadow in the water SAy fairest Nymph what wouldst thou see Another world inrich'd by thee Is 't not enough the Gods have giv'n thee more Of awful beauty and of charming grace Then ere was yet in any Face But thou wilt set those Elements at odds First reconciled by the Gods The liquid Nymphs came gliding by To wonder and to deifie Raising their seidgy heads to gaze did bow Since they had never seen amongst the train Of Huntresses the like again Then diving to their watry Caves below Ask'd of their gods what they did know The angry Queen of love did weep To see her Coppy in the deep Mounting her Dove-drawn-chariot hasts on high What Mortal saith she Father hast thou made That Heaven and Earth doth thus invade Since all mankind about where she doth dwell Adotes not us but her poor Cell Then mildly Jove do not despise The likeness of thine own bright eyes Shee worships us and is thy subject sworn For though thy Son could never find a dart To wound her 't is a yielded heart And on that bank she came to shed some tears Of Love and kindness mixt with fears Subscription to a Letter in verse EVil to the Evil thinker And good wine to the fair drinker The merry witty full of glee Are only company for me Where ere I find a narrow friend I leave him to his foolish end On a Scornful and Censorious Lady FIctitious beauties who presume Mens words which vented are as Rheume Are sires and for your sakes consume Know 't is self-love which you deceives And the false Opticks true believes Like Hocus-cheats in their own sleeves When your mock-Majesties we court As boys a ssault a paper for t 'T is not for glory but for sport So when we praise a colour'd face Such an uncomely comely-grace 'T is not for quarry but for chace D' ye think that man created Master Ought not to be his own Taster And call yee-comming to come faster If Soveraign man his vassall pledge Commands to bed to barn or hedge Ye are the blocks but he the wedge Then wretched women know your scorn Is treason 'gainst your Lord first born Ye are but weeds that grow i' th corn And when together ye are bound No other seed from you is found But what we bring to our own ground The Papist cannot take one oath The Puritan will swallow both 'T is drawing of a hollow tooth Which no body can deny The Papists swears he serv'd the King The Puritan sayes the same thing Swears Capons better much then Ling Which no body can deny Some say the Papist had a Plot To burn the Thames Why was it not It was discovered by a Scot Which no body can deny A Song set by Mr. Hill I Am no subject unto Fate That power assum'd I give to you Whither returning love or hate Which falls in storms or gentle dew It is my will which chooseth you Though Tyrant yet if I le obey Obedience is truly due To whom I give my self away I may be born under a throne A slave or Free without my voice But loving as Religion Solely depends on my own choice The worlds dimensions are wide My mind not Heaven can confâ—ne That outside worship is bely'd Which inward bowes to other shrine Force may be called victory Yet only those are overcome Who yield unto an enemy That is their certain fate and doom Thus fetter'd I freely love My choice doth make the conquest thine And 'T will thy power best improve That to thy subject thou incline Who wisely rules deserves command Keep then the loyal next thy heart Elective Monarchs cannot stand Nor love without an equal dart A CATCH To the Tune of New Oysters New Hangmen new Hangmen new Hangmen new Thrice what Puritans come ashore Have you any Hemp at Court Upon Prince Rupert his intended voyage to Guiny GOds Sacrament he comes no neer Might Devil hawl this Cavalier Giv 't here some Brande-wine make hast Let 's skinke apace 't will be our last These sober English shalums fight 'T is sport to them they take delight To see a head shot off and rowl Just as it were to throw a bowl And when the Scuppers run with bloud They cry good cheer for fish i' th floud Hark how the hound-foots shout and cry See their Red crosses topmast high And where that Devil Rupert stands Who those fierce English doggs command See mine Heer 's Howard Stanly Jarmin All to-mall about him swarming Saint George for England now they call H 'as kill'd of us the Devil and all Now they steer close and show a side The gates of Hell are not so wide Then lustick mates another dramm And let the Devil fire his Damme Our bellys full although we sink We shall the less salt water drink Now they spit fire at th' Admiral They board and Ruyter he doth fall And Rupert back to back makes twins Ten thousand Devil break his shins Though Monck did thump us to our shoars He sinks us all like Sonns of Whores These English Carls will sink our state To offer monys now too late Wee 'l make the Prince Van Orange King Coning Van France will no such thing Submit unto our Coning Spain Coning Van England rules the main Then cut our banks and drown our land Such foes such Fates who can withstand For if great York comes out to sea Our skins and countrey he will flea To my Lord Bellasyse then in Tangier I Am not poor though wanting still Our poverty is in our will The earth which of it self brings forth Is grateful though of little worth Nature in me declineth Art Shew me the means I le show my heart John Bellasyse Anagram I Bless an Holy I Bless an Holy ever bless The Holy sheapherd we confess The trine of God in Unity One only Holy Deity The Lord my Lord who rais'd your Fame Conserves his worship in your name To whom so much already 's given The next reserve I hope is Heaven The cross-way is the neerest hence To your Eternal Residence John Bellasyse Anagram His Noble Sayle TRue Anagram His Noble Sayle Fill'd with the blasts of worthy Fame Ore Fortunes worst doth now prevail And swells it to a noble name Through seas of bloud in civill warrs When the ship-Soveraign was lost This noble Sayle with honour'd scarrs Bore up through all though soundly tost In all the storm and darkest night Which sew out-liv'd who did not yield This noble sail appear'd in sight As if it self would keep the field Till the young Admiral was sound With whom the noble sayl did close To repossess and keep that ground Which the Ship-Soveraign did loose Now Europe cannot fill this sayle Those Rebel-winds are weaker-grown In Africa it finds a gale To move against Rebellion This noble sayl let honour steere Till crown'd with victories From hence translated to a sphere Where Honour and reward ne're dies John Bellasyse Anagram Bees is all