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

THE POEMS OF Ben. Johnson JVNIOR Being A Miscelanie of Seriousness Wit Mirth and Mysterie In VULPONE The DREAM ITER BEVORIALE SONGS c. Composed by W. S. Gent. Parce vatem sceleris damnare London Printed for Tho. Passenger at the three Bibles about the middle of London Bridge 1672. To the Right Honourable John Earl of Rutland and his Honourable Son the Lord Ross LEt Virgil and wise Homer crown'd with Bays Instruct my Pen to sing great Rutland's praise Skie-mounting Belvoir my Pernassus be Wh●re Bounty Plenty noble Charity Erect their throne where the fair Heavens adjoin A Mannor and a Mountegue divine To the Right Honourable Walter Lord Aston ASton a Stone cut from the marble Quar Fram'd to out-live the flames of civil war With all the bounties of the heavens befriended Nineteen brave Knights two princely Lords descended From this great Stem laden with Honours spoil That now o'respreads Great Brittains fruitful Isle Tixal the Fountain whence these Heroes flow Where Hospitality and Bounty grow Here Corydon doth act a pleasant Scean While his swift grinders sweep the Table clean Here I my noble Ancestors of old Tracing the steps of Charity behold By Loves fair hand to mine own Cradle led Aston and Lucy joyned in one Bed To all the ancient Family of the Lucyes and to all their Honourable Extractions Luci quasi Luxi LUcy bright morning-star pure light divine Drawn from the Roman and the Norman line In every Revolution still the same Their Countreys Honour a●d transcendent flame From this clear Spring I am a little Stream From this Apollo a derived beam Ingratitude unto that Root and Ground That noble Being I my Being found Lamp of their Countrey to their endless praise I dedicate these soft and humble Layes THE CONTENTS In Vulpone A Fri●r Vulpone's School-master His Pedigree Mahomet Vulpone's Coat of Arms. His Friends Usurers Vulpone's Apologie c. In the Dream Dreams The Court of Spain The Inquisition London Lawyers Opinionists The Rich. The Poor The University Miscellanies Iter Bevoriale False and true Love Egypt and the Brick-makers there The Wilderness Death On the Royal Soveraign A Poetical Strain Two Poetical Epistles A cold Journey Upon my Return hence A Dialogue The Drainers are up ●uch a Rogue 's a Roundhead A Catholick Hymn A Hymn of Love An Epitaph Hymn The Angels Entertainment Hymnus in eandem A Song of Hospitality Self A Littany A Soveraign Receipt Dysticks THE POEMS OF BEN. JOHNSON Junior VULPONE AQuarius eb'd and Pisces caught i' th' wile The Ram skips in when Thalia deignes to smile Sol courts his Mistriss gives her a green gown I 'm crown'd with joy and tripping ore the Down I chanc'd to pass by a fair chrystal flood Whose nearest neighbour was an o'regrown wood The little bubbling purling Fountains springing The Nightingale on ev'ry bow sat singing The Fields the Flowers the Fruit so freely budding Without all care I stumbled on a sudden Upon the Foxes hole Reynard quoth I Why art thou banish't from society This solitary melancholy Cave Looks like some desperate dungeon or a grave Thy sentence is severe what no reprieve Must thou lye bury'd and intomb'd alive The goodwives call thee trecherous and sullen A greedy dog for killing all their pullen The Shepheards too such loud complaints do bring Make ev'ry corner of the Downs to ring The bloody slaughter of the harmless Sheep Like a sly curr when Shepherds are asleep The cruel murder of the pretty Lambs Slain on a heap together with their damms Reynard to me his gentle paw did reach And in smooth language thus began to preach Many blind souls who cannot read their Psalter Are too too bold and busie with the Altar Let no man put his finger in the fire I by profession am a reverend Fryer Our order 'bove all earthly power was ranged Equal with Angels but those times are changed A dismal cloud hath shaded all our mirth We now are call'd the Locusts of the earth By Schismaticks who having lost the way In a wild labyrinth of error stray It was a golden age when we did handle Th' affrighted world with our Bell Book and Candle Lords of the World Mens Consciences to boote We made great Kings humbly to kiss our foot We then were Emperors of all mens treasures My brother Wolf and I did fare like Coesars Our bellies strutting nothing could we lack The full cram'd dishes made the Table crack Gammons of Bacon Brawn and what was chief King in all feasts a tall Sir Loyne of Beef Fat Venison Pasties smoaking 't is no fable Swans in their broath came swimming to the Table Partridges Pigeon Plover and the Hen With all her broods would it were there agen My sides were wondrous plump and in good plight I had no cause to range abroad by night Feasted with delicates beyond all measure Our golden path was Pav'd with ease and pleasure The highway Huckster he delights in pillage The Gypsie swaggers in a Country Village The beggar under ev'ry bush doth feast But of all lives the Monk's life is the best The world in pure devotion was so holy While we fed fat and laughed at their folly The pretty Nuns and we agree so well Whom we did pardon whatsoe'er befell We put the fair side outward what was foul Was closely hidden underneath our Cowl None in the Pulpet could become a lye With face more bold and confident than I. Such melting words that made the women weep Into the closet of their souls I creep The men from home and dreaming of no harm I kiss their wives and keep their places warm I led the fools in such a stupid blindness At their return they thank me for my kindness The world was fast asleep and did not mind me Where e're I came I left my spawn behind me Like Bulls reserv'd for breed from our fair Abbyes We fill all countryes with our lusty Babyes Hence in their mouthes this Proverb all men gather 'T is a wise child that knoweth his own Father But I must now in deep contrition mourn Fasting and praying for the swift return I lay my bones upon this rocky hill Besides the Lents I keep against my will Since Abby's were dissolv'd which I condole I hid mine head e'er since in this dark hole In this poor Hermitage my vows to pay In deep devotion I consume the day Shunning all company by Heavens direction I keep my self untainted from infection In meditation on my own thoughts feeding Least they should spoil my manners and my breeding I contemplate and study in my mind Where I at night some pleasant bit may find Self preservation is a general rule I suckt this lesson from dame nature's School My Occupation which some thiev'ry call I learnt of man the greatest thief of all By him I was instructed to indite Man is my copy what he writes I write Look on my Book I 'm sure I do not miss Compare them well my letters are like

to the Indian shoar The Artick and Antartick Star The Tawny and the Blackamoor From thence I travell round about To countreys never yet found out My heart my heart is very sick All nations of the earth I woo My Soul is turning Catholick And so is my religion too The Deity in all doth move So universal is my love An Hymn of Love TUNE True blew c. Gentle love hath no dissention In our holy Christendom He will end all wild contention Hell and death he 'l overcome Love that 's of no price accounted Tossed like a Tennis-ball On his white horse bravely mounted He will ride to conquer all Heav'n and Hell with wealth shall store him The fatness of the holy land Victory doth march before him The Lamb and Dove at his right hand To the battel he advances His colour's oriental blew Not with guns and ordinances Adversaries to subdue In his eye there are such blisses Enemies it overthrows With imbraces smiles and kisses He will conquer all his foes Low humility befriends him Meekness patience and the rest Noble charity attends him To provide for every guest Here 's no begging or intreating None do labour plow or sow ●od provided without sweating The tree of life doth freely grow In his house there dwells no danger Steward Hospitality Kindly welcomes every stranger Prest with friendless poverty Bounty crowneth all their wishes Entertains with chearful breast Plenty ushers in the dishes Grand purveyor of the feast Dishes rich innumerable But of all this princely fare Quoth love mine heart is on the table Feed my Joy and do not spare Noble Angels sweetly singing Tunes of heav'nly melody In the midst a fountain springing They that drink can never dye Measured dances nimbly tracing Fires of love that always flame Hugging kissing and imbracing Singing praises to the Lambe Love within and love without them Love doth all his treasure lend Peace and joy dwells round about them Peace and joy that hath no end Immanuel is all our story He is our royal diadem To him be glory glory glory We are his new Hierusalem An Epitaph Hymn c. On the death of the Lady Maria Mannors daughter to the noble Earl and Heroick Countess of Rutland and Sister to the Lord Ross Maiden of honour born of princely stem A virgin in the new Hierusalem Rose in sweet Paradice pluckt in the morn In her dear Virgin bridegrooms bosome worn Angels about this angel dance and sing Musick when love doth move on every string Among the Martyrs and the heav'nly Quire Numbred with those who chant to David's lyre New triumphs now exchang'd for transitory On her fair temples a rich crown of glory Rivers of pleasure full unto the brink Such as the Prophets and Apostles drink The Angels entertainment in eandem VVElcome sweet Angel to our christal bowers A star thou art among the immortal powers To be a Lamb in the grand shepherds flock Is more than to be born of princely stock Thou now hast scap'd those doubts those cares and fears Which would have waited on thy riper years Thy lover till December would not stay But hug'd thee hence in thy fresh blooming May. A Dove among the Doves thou here may'st play Cutting thy passage through the milkie way Till thy dear Bridegroom with his favour grace thee Whose arms are always open to imbrace thee Hymnus in eandem The Bridegrooms Salutation TUNE When the stormy winds do blow I Took thee on a suddain In all thy glories drest I cropt thee in the budding To wear thee in my brest My rosie blooming blossome My lovely flower thou art I 'le hug thee in my bosome A jewel in mine heart Thou hast given me thy virgin power Mine honour to advance And all the joys that heaven can showr Are thine inheritance I 'le tincture thee with blisses My flames of love to pay With sweet unnumbered kisses We dally out the day The Angels are invited The Supper ready drest The holy lamps are lighted For our eternal feast Banquets to thy desiring On tables rich appear I 'le give thee such attiring The noble Angels wear The sacred knot which I have knit No power can untie Duallity I 'le not admit Our We is turn'd to I One heav'nly flesh one blood and bone One life not transitory The Male and Female both in one One undivided glory I 'le gather thee sweet posies Sweet posies of rich price Of July-flowers and Roses That grow in Paradice Let shepherds call on Phillis As fair as fair may be More beautifull than Lillies My Jewel is to me The Cherubims advancing In all their beams of light The little Angels dancing About this Angel bright Sweet harmony rebounded In all the heav'nly Spheres Such melody ne're sounded In any mortal ears A Song of Hospitality TUNE The Drainers are up They threaten to drain the Kingdom dry GIve me the golden age again When wine did welcome every guest When that good Knight Sr. Loyn did reign Plover and Patridge did flie to the feast Since bold Copernicus hath found New nations never known before The tottering world by turning round Hath turn'd poor Charity out of door Where 's the bouncing Buck we so much boast Whereon good fellows did heartily feed When Shoulder of mutton did rule the roast O then 't was a merry world indeed What 's become of our Capon our Chicken and Veal The Miser ingrosseth them all in his Hutch Long-winded prayer and left-handed zeal Makes lame hospitality lean on a crutch A Gammon of Bacon is very good meat With a piping Pig new drawn from the spit With plowing on both sides the Plowman doth sweat That worlds at an end now the Devil a bitt March beer in black Jacks as big as ones waste But locks and keys have robbed the Hall When our friendly * wine of Catholick Love liquor they freely do taste The Butterie and Pantrie will fly open to all SELF O Self that art the cause of all our sadness The whole world is involved in thy madness And I that write this would that I could see Accursed Self that I were rid of thee Had Self been hang'd on Judas tree Had he been drown'd in Pharaoh's fall But O! he lives in thee and me To plague and to torment us all Self-reason doth all mischief breed The Tyrant proud that would be King The Serpent and the Serpents seed The Dragon with invenom'd sting Herod that did the children slay False Judas that did Christ betray True love doth conquer hell and sin VVer 't not for love that cures all evils Disarms the angry Cherubin This world were a meer den of Devils Th'arraign condemn at their own bar Thieves punish thieves all Judges are A Littany FRom drinking up the labourers sweat From making war without a Warrant From climbing to the Judgment Seat From running on a sleeveless errant From all my fetters set me free And from my Self deliver me From the dissemblers yea and nay From