farre â—â— I can from the cleane sound and profitable Sheepe before mentioned for feare the bad should infect the good ANd now from solid Prose I will abstaine To pleasant Poetrie and mirth againe The Fable of the golden Fleece began Cause Sheepe did yeeld such store of gold to Man For he that hath great store of woolly Fleeces May when he please haue store of golden peeces Thus many a poore man dying hath left a Sonne That hath transform'd the Fleece to Gold like Iases And heere 's a my stery profound and deepe There 's sundry sorts of Mutton are no Sheepe Lac'd Mutton which let out themselues to hire Like Hackneys who'lbe fir'd before they tire The man or man which for such Mutton hungers Are by their Corporation Mutton mongers Which is a brother-hood so large and great That if they had a Hall I would intreat To be their Clarke or keeper of accounts To shew them vnto what their charge amounts My braines in numbring then would grow so quicke I should be Master of Arithmeticke All States degrees and Trades both bad and good Afford some members of this Brotherhood Great therefore needs must be their multitude When euery man may to the Trade intrude It is no freedome yet these men are free Not sauers but most liberall spenders be For this is one thing that doth them bewitch That by their trading they ware seldome rich The value of this Mutton to set forth The flesh doth cost more than the broth is worth They all Ewes yet are exceeding Ramish And will be dainty fed whoso'uer famish Nor are they mark'd for any man or no man As mene or thine but euery mans in common â—â—beads and necker and breasts they yeeld some itore â—â—â—scarcely one good liuer in nine score Liuers being bad 't is vnderstood The reinea are fild with putrified blood Which makes them subiect to the scab and then They prone most dangerous diet vnto men And then the prouerbe proues no lye or mocke On seabbed sheep 's enough to spoyle a focke But yet for all this there is many a Gall â—â—â— Mutton well and dips his bread â— the weell And were a man put to his choyce to keepe 'T is said a Sbriw is better then a Sheepe â—â—â— if a man be yok'd with such an Eâ—â—â— See may be both seabbed Sheepe and Shrew And he that is so march'd his life may well Compared be vnto an earthly hell Into my Theame which I wrote of before Let this Mutten must haue one cut more These kind of Sheepe haue all the world ore'growne And seldome doe weare flecces of their owne For they from sundry men their pelts can pull Whereby they keepe themselues as warme as wooll Besides in colours and in shape they varie Quite from all profitable sheepe contrarie White blacke greene rawny purple red and blue Beyond the Raine-bow for their change of hue â—â—â— like in alteration â—â—â— that bare Ayre they cannot liue vpon The Moones mutation's not more manifold Silke Veluet Tissue Cloath and cloath of Gold These are the Sheep that Golden fleeces weare Who robe themselues with others Wooll or haire And it may bee 't was such a Beast and Fleece Which Iason brought from Cholcos into Greece They are as soft as silke-wormes VVere it no more but so I dare be bold To thinke this Land doth many Iasons hold VVno neuer durst to passe a dang'rous waue Yet may with ease such Golden fleeces haue Too much of one thing 's good for nought they say I le therefore take this needlesse dish away For should I too much of of Lac'd Mutton write I mayo'recome my readers stomacke quite Once more vnto the good Sheepe I le recare And so my Booke shall to its end exspire Although it be not found in ancient writers I finde all Mutton-caters are Sheepe-biters And in some places I haue heard and seene That cutrish Sheepe-bisers haue hanged beene If any kinde of Tike should snarle or whine Or bite or wootry this poore Sheepe of mine Why let them barke and bite and spend their breath I le neuer with them a Sheepe bitter's death My Sheepe will haue them know her Innocence Shall liue in spight of their malcuolence I wish them keepe themselues and me from paine And bite such sheeps as cannot bite againe For if they snap at mine I haue a pen That like a truky dog shall bite agen And in conclusion this I humbly crane That euery one the honesty may haue That when our fraile mortality is past We may be the good Shepheards sheepe at last FINIS THE PRAISE OF HEMP-SEED WITH The Voyage of Mr. Roger Bird and the Writer hereof in a Boat of browne-Paper from London to Quinborough in Kent As also a Farewell to the matchlesse deceased Mr. THOMAS CORIAT The Profits arising by Hemp seed are Cloathing Food Fishing Shipping The Profits arising by Hemp seed are Pleasure Profit Iustice Whipping DEDICATED TO THE RIGHT WORSHIP FVLL PAternes and Patrons of honest endeuours Sir THOMAS HOVVET and Sir ROBERT WISEMAN Knights And to the worthy Gentleman M r. IOHN WISHMAN Health Mirth and Happinesse be euer attendants NOBLE SIRS I Could haue soyled a greater volume then this with a deale of emptie and triuiall scuffe as puling Sonets whining Elegies the dog-trickes of Loue â—â—â—â— to mocke Apes and transforme men into Asses Which kind of writing is like a man in Authoritie ancient in yeares rouerend in Beard with a promising out-side of Wisedome and Grauitie yet in the expected performances of his profound vnder standing his capacitie speakes nething but Mutimus But heere your Worships shall find no such stuffe for thou I haue not done as I should yet I haue performed as much as I could I haue not had riuers of Oyle or fountaines of wine to fill this my poore caske or booke but I haue as it were extracted oyle out of steels and wine out of dry chaffe I haue here of a graine of Hemp-seed made a mountaine greater then the Apenines or Caucalus and not much lesser then the whole world Here is Labour Profit Cloathing Pleasure Food Nauigation Diuinitie Poetry the liberall Arts Armes Vertues defence Vices offence a true mans protection a Thiefes execution Here is mirth and matter all beaten out of this small Seed With all my selfe for my selfe and in the behalfe of Mr. Roger Bird doe most humbly thanke your Worships for many former vndeserued courtesies and fauours extended towards vs especially at our going our dangerous Voyage in the Paper boat for which wee must euer acknowledge our selues bound to your Goodnesses Which voyage I haue merrily related at the end of this Pamphlet which with the rest I haue made bold to dedicate to your Worshipfull and worthy Patronages humbly desiring your pardons and acceptances euer remaining to bee commanded by yon and yours in all obsequiousnesse IOHN TAYLOR THE CONTENTS OF THIS BOOKE 1 The most part of such Authors are nominated as haue written of
hest To great Constantinople brought his guest Where nothing that may honour him omitting His entertainement to his state was fitting There in all pleasure he himselfe disports Conuersing daily with such braue consorts As Turkes and Tartars Englishmen and Greekes That he thinkes ages yeeres and yeeres but weekes That 's wasted in this rare time stealing chat All his delight 's in nothing else but that But his high honour further to relate I 'l sing the new aduancement of his state Some English Gentlemen with him consulted And he as nat'rally with them constulted Where they perceiuing his deserts were great They striu'd to mount him into honours seat And being found of an vnmatched spright He there was double dub'd a doughty Knight Rise vp sir Thomas worship'd mayst thoube Of people all that are as wise as thee Now rap't with ioy my Muse must needs record How he was knighted with a royall sword But into what a puzzell now got I am They say it was the Bilbo of King Priam The fatall blade which he in fury drew When in reuenge the Mirmidons he flew Im pell mel vengeance for great Hectors bane Who by Achillis faire foule-play was slaine That sword that mow'd the Grecians like a sithe That sword that made victorious Troyans blithe That sword that through so many dangers rub'd That famous sword hath Monsier Coriat dub'd What though 't was rusty spight of cankerd rust The memory of honour liues in dust 'T was no disgrace it was so rusty shap'd It had like Coriat many a scowring scap'd BVt 'mongst the rest this must not be forgot How he did from Constantinople trot And how a solemne counsell there decreed That he should trauell in a Grecian weede To this for his owne safety they doe woo him Because the language is so nat'rall to him And then bespake a sober sage wise fellow When wine had made them all in general mellow Take heed quoth he I counsell you beware That of your selfe you haue a speciall care You be not taken for a French-man for The Turks in these parts doe the French abhor Since Godsries times that braue bold Bullen Duke Who put them all to shame and rough rebuke And made the Sarasins by Millions bleed And holy Toombe from faithlesse fiends he freed Wherefore quoth he in friendship I aduise you T' auoid suspect 't were best we Circumcise you And then you freely may through perils passe Despight the Turks so like a Grecian Asse Noman with Linxes eyes will deeme you other And thus you safely may suspition smother Sir Thomas gaue this fellowes speech the hearing But told him 't was too heauy for his bearing For why fall backe fall edge come good come ill He vow'd to keepe his fore-mans fore-skin still This resolution was no sooner spoken The friendly counsell was dismist and broken Where after leaue was tane twixt him and them He tooke his iourny toward Ierusalem And what he can obserue 'twixt morne and night With due obseruance he doth daily write That if my iudgement be not much mistooke An Elephant will scarce support his booke For he in fiue months built a paper hulke And this must be ten times of greater buike O Pauls-Church-yard I onely pitty thee Thou onely thou shalt most encumbred bee Thou from the Presse are prest to be opprest With many a farfetch'd home-brought Odcomb iest But yet I know the Stationers are wise And well do know wherein the danger lies For to such inconuenience they 'l not enter But suffer Coriat to abide th'aduenter Because his Gyant volume is so large They 'l giue sir Thomas leaue to beare the charge That man is mad who changes gold for drosse And so were they to buy a certaine losse Let him that got and bore the Barne still breed it And nurse disburse and foster cloath and feed it THus hath my Muse as fortune her allotted Both run and rid and gallopt ambled trotted To skyes and seas and to blacke hell below In seruile duty that my loue doth owe. My captiue thoughts like trusty seruants to him Striue how they any way may seruice doe him To serue his turne like Prentices they gree Ioue send Sir Thomas home to make them free Epilogue to Sir Thomas Coriat vpon his name VVHy haue I spent my time thus Coriat Wherfore on thy leud lines thus pore I at Why like an Ideot foole adore I at Thy workes which wisedome will not glory at At no place'euer was before I at Where wonders vpon wonder more I at With pen instead of Lance now gore I at Thy Odcomb foppery now bore I at At thy prides altitude now fore I at Thou art the Theame I write my story at If ought befell me to be story at Hard-hearted fate 'gainst thee then rore I at Vpon his bookes name called his Crudities TOm Coriat I haue seene thy Crudities And me-thinkes very strangely brude it is With piece and patch together glude it is And how like thee ill-fauour'd hu'de it is In many a line I see that lewd it is And therefore fit to be subdew'd it is Within thy broyling braine-pan stude it is And twixt thy grinding iawes well chewd it is Within thy stomacke closely mude it is And last in Court and Country spude it is But now by wisedomes eye that view'd it is They all agree that very rude it is With foolery so full endude it is That wondrously by fooles pursude it is As sweet as galls amaritude it is And seeming full of Pulchritude it is But more to write but to intrude it is And therefore wisedome to conclude it is A Simile for his Learning THe lushious Grape of Bacchus heating Vine When it to ripe maturity is sprung Is prest and so conuerred into wine Then clos'd in Caske most tight at head and bung For if by chance it chanceth to take vent It spils the wine in colour strength and sent Eu'n so thy Latine and thy Greeke was good Till in thy musty Hogges-head it was put And Odly there Commixed with thy blood Not wisely kept nor well nor tightly shut That of the Caske it tastes so I assure thee That few or none can but in sport endure thee My Fare-well to him NOw Coriat I with thee haue euer done My Muse vnto her iournies end hath wonne My first Inuentions highly did displease thee And these my last are written to appease thee I wrought these great Herculean works to win thee Then if they please thee not the foole 's within thee What next I write shall better be or none Doe thou let me and I 'l let thee alone But if thou seem'st to rub a galled sore Vindictas vengeance makes all Hell to rore FINIS Laugh and be Fat OR A COMMENTARY VPON THE ODCOMBYAN BANKET To the Reader REader Idoe not come vpon you with the old musty Epithites of Honest Kinde Courteous Louing Friendly or Gentle The reason is I am not acquainted with your qualities and besides
VRANIA sits at Helme and Pilot is For Thames thou hast the lactea via found Be thou with baies as that with stars is crownd THOMAS DEKKAR A Catalogue of all the seuerall Bookes contained in this VOLVME TAylors Vrania The first part of the troubles and destructions of Ierusalem The second part and finall destruction of Ierusalem by Titus and Vespasian The life and death of the most blessed amongst women The Virgin Mary the mother of our Lord Iesus Christ. Superbiae flagellum or the Whip of Pride Against cursing and swearing The fearefull Summer The Trauels of tweluepence The Armado or Nauy of Ships that saile as well by land as by sea The Begger or the praise of beggers beggery and begging Taylors Goose. Iacke a Lent Taylors pennilesse Pilgrimage or Iourney without money from London to Edenborough in Scotland and backe to London The Acts and exployts of Wood the great Eater in Kent Sir Gregory Nonsence A very merry Wherry voyage from London to Yorke with a paire of Oares A new Discouery by sea with a wherry from London to Salisbury A Kicksie winsie or a Lerry cum Twang Taylors Motto An Epicedium or mournfull death-song for Coriats supposed drowning The eight Wonder of the world or Coriats reuiuing Laugh and be fat Coriats Newes and letter with the Authours paraphrasing verses A Bawd very modest A Whore very honest A Thiefe very â—â—ue A Hangman very necessary The vnnaturall Father Taylors Reuenge against Fenner Fenners Defence A Cast ouer the water to Fenner The Water-mans suite concerning plâ—â—ers Wit and mirth A Dogge of Warre The World runs on wheeles The Nipping or snipping of abuses A briefe of the Chronicle from Brute to this present in Verse A Briefe of the Chronicle from the Norman Conquest to this present A Farewell to the Towre bottles The Marriage of the Princesse Elizabeth A funerall Elegie for King Iames. A funerall Elegy for the Earle of Nottingham A funerall Elegy for the Earle of Holdernesse A funerall Elegy for the Bishop of Winchester A funerall Elegy for the Duke of Richmond and Linox A funerall Elegy for Iohn Moray Esquire The Summe of the Bible in verse The Summe of the Booke of Martyrs in verse Archie his making peace with France The Praise of Hempseed Taylors Pastorall Three weekes and three dayes trauells from London into Germany Taylors Trauell to Bohemia An English mans loue to Bohemia The Dolphins danger and deliuerance The Cormorant Abraue Sea-fight by Captaine Iohn Weddell in the gulfe of Persia. The Sculler Christian admonitions The great O Toole The Churches deliuerances Prince Gâ—ales his welcome from Spaine The praise of cleane linnin These Bookes in number sixty three are heere Bound in one Volume scattred here and there They stand not thus in order in the booke But any man may finde them that will looke TO THE MOST HIGH MOST MIGHTY AND MOST ANCIENT PRODVCER SEDVCER AND ABVSER OF MANKIND THE WORLD MOst Potent and Powerfull Imposture take it not amisse that I a poore worme of your own breeding doe in waie of retribution giue you here the encrease of my Tallent which I haue beene almost 60 yeeres a gathering It was told me that when I first came to visit you that I cri'd and Waw'ld and that when I leaue you I shall sigh and grone and euer since I knew you I haue loued you so well for the good parts I haue seen in you that I could verie willingly be glad to change you for a better I know not what Title to put vpon you you haue as many stiles alreadie as the great Turke with the soldier you are a hard World with the Diuine you are a wicked world with the Lawyer you are a contentious world with the Courtier you are a slipperie world with most men a mad world and with all men a bad world The Diuell your brother and your sister the Flesh hath quite spoiled you of all your good qualities and conditions and worse then that they haue made you blinde that you cannot or will not see your owne faults and you haue blinded all your inhabitants that they can neither feele or perceiue their miseries for which cause I haue made bold to dedicate this Volume to your greatnesse wherein as in a glasse you may view your imperfections Here shall you see all your foure ages now combind in one first This is the Golden age for Gold can doe any thing it can both cleare and bleare the eies of Iustice it can turne Religion into Policie Pietie into periurie and what not Siluer indeed lookes white and white is the colour of Age Ergo the Siluer age which though it run in an inferiour straine to Gold yet it works wonders and without it there is no market kept in Church or Commonwealth for whosoeuer is King Pecunia is Queene The Brazen age is apparant in euerie mans impudencie most men and womens foreheads or our-sides which are their actions doe manifest that they liue in an age of Brasse Lastly the Iron age is palpably present for many soldiers who mainetaine their liues with daily seeking their deaths haue stomacks like Estriches and through want of meanes they eat vp their swords and pistols Amongst all these I haue long time noted your great bountie you haue beene so fauorable to giue some men as much ambition as serued them iustly for the breaking of their necks To some you haue giuen Abundance and you haue made that Abundance beget Auarice and that Auarice to beget destruction some you haue furnished with beautie and that beautie hath confounded chastitie on some you haue suddenly thrown honors and promotions and those you haue loaden with enuie slander continuall perplexities In a word your gifts are so mischieuously mixed as wit with beggerie follie with wealth and the like that I protest I am wearie of you which makes me thus bold to tell you of your iadish tricks You neuer fauored me and therefore I haue no reason to flatter you nor will I flatter you or any man that shall or will doe me fauour I neuer will make my tong like a plaisterers Trowell to dawbe and smooth ouer the vices or villanies of any with Sicophantizing Parasiticall flatterie World all that I craue of thee liuing is a graue when I am dead and although I flatter thee not yet I loue thee not nor haue I any reason for it for to mee thy fawnings haue been frownings thy beneuolence maleuolence the courtesies cares and crosses and thy riches innumerable restlesle perturbations besides when our blessed Sauior was vpon the earth thy estate was so vile and damnable that though he praied for his tormentors and crucifiers yet he onely excluded the World by name out of his praier saying I pray not for the world and can there be any hopes that thou art any better now then thou wert then nay it is to be doubted that thou art rather worse So that if any man will say that he hath occasion to
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
the Money fiue dayes before the Play to certifie them That I was otherwise employed and would not come in regard of the Wrong done vnto mee in setting vp my Answere without my Consent My Man deliuered the Message bâ—â— lost the Money at Play emboldening himselfe vpon the Wrongs I had receiued which I haue since payed And the same day I receiued a Letter out of Warwickeshire from my Father That he was not well wishing me and my wife to repayre vnto him with all possible speed Now you that are Parents of Children or children to Parents Iudge whether I ought rather to disobay my Father or displease Iohn Taylor Purâ—â—se my Fathers hate or lose a Scullers loue and I hope yoâ— will say I had sufficient cause to keepe mee â—â—â— the Hope But fearing my homely Truth though it be sufficient to plead my Honestly is not answer â—â—â— to your expectation of my Practise in Poesie I will as neere as I can fit my Muse to your liking which is my content And euer rest honester by Land then Taylor by Water WILL. FENNOR Although I cannot Rogue it as he can Yet will I shew my selfe on honest man An Apologie to the Anagram of my Name made by no Scholler but a Sculler IT were a simple Tree thy breath could shake But see meere Malice how thou dost mistake For what thy Title would bestow on me Thy selfe art Author of New Villanie But since thou vrgest me marke how I 'l blase That name which thou with villany wouldst gluse â—â—â— I will ope the Casement and cleare Light Shall chase thy blacke verse to eternall Night When the first William Duke of Normandy â—â—yl'd from the Coasts of France to Britany Amongst his best Rankes came a Chiualiere Whose name in French was called le Fognierâ— Which then our English Tong so well did tender â—â—â— him the Name and Title of Defender On the Sea-coasts he did defend so well That for his Chrest he beares the Scallop shell Since briefer Language giues vs Fennors dame Not can thy impudence impaire the same And for a Token of wrong'd Innocence I doe be resume my first name for Defence My Anagram if thou but rightly scan Then thou wilt find 't is I will feare no man How can I then feare thee that art a Taylor Aâ—â—â— of Fustian and a ragged raylor A dish that is worth the feeding on When thou art best in Lent th' art but Poore Iohn An Anagram vpon the Scullers Name IOHN TAYLOR Anagramma O Hate rayle on O Hate rayle on or this Rayle on O Hate For spight of Rayling I must dedicate An answere to thy Theame though ne't so large Will sink thy Scullers Boat though 't were a Barge To halter vp your Muse my Muse beginnes I 'l trusse the â—â—de for breaking peoples shinnes Then Monster doe thy worst yerke out thy fill Thou canst not touch my goodnesse with thy ill Though Horse breake their Bridles and escape My Lines shall loâ—d an Asse or whippe â—n Ape To his approued Foe Iohn Taylor I Haue looke ouer with my best Prospectiues And view'd the tenor of thy base Inuectiues But if thou knowst how slenderly I weigh them Thou wouldst not make such labor to display them All that my Lyntia in thy vaine discernes Is Roguish Language such as Newgate learnes I thinke thou hast beene tutor'd in the Stewes For thine 's the perfect speech they onely vse Base Roguish Wishes Cursing and Reuiling Tempestuous Raylings and good names defiling Yet maugre Mallice Iohn I pittie thee For all the paâ—â—â— thou hast bestow'd on mee And were my purse but of abilitie I 'd recompence thy labours horriblle But since my meanes vnable is to right thee Marke how my Penne in kindnes shall requite thee A will bestow a sheet or two of Paper Ind fit the burning of a Tallow Taper To tell thee thou art monstrous insolent Although thy Verse is lame and impotent And at the highest thou art but partaker With Libell spreaders or some Ballad-maker But doe not thinke thou deaâ—st with Coriat Whose bosome thou didst bolt a Story at Nor looke not for such batterie at my walls As 'gainst the Knight o' th Sun or Archibals Expect not Captaine Ottooles vnderstanding No no against a Bulwarke thou art banding Of better temper and a nobler spirit Then euer thy base bosome could inherit 'Gainst Cynthia like a Wolfe thou 'lt bark howle Whereby thou shewst thy iudgement dark foule Thou grieu'st my muse with her reflecting rayes Hath quite eclipst a famous Scullers praise Thou wouldst haue Poesie in none to flourish But in thy selfe O thou art too too curtish Banish this selfe-conceit false shadie dreames Hang in thy heart and driue thee to extremes But why doe I presume to counsell thee That hat'st good counsell as thou hatest me Wherefore I leaue thy brazen impudence To answer thy Reuenge with my Defence Defence HOw Rascall-like thou dealst with me at first Thou shewst from what antiquitie th' art nurst How darst thou of thy Satyre-musicke boast That now standst bound vnto the whipping post But I will spare thee thou intemperate Asse Vntill in Bride well thou shalt currant passe Thou sayst I had better with the Deuill deale By which thou dost thy wickednesse reueale But I haue nought to doe with him or thee If thou be his companion God blesse me To crouch or whyne thou giu'st me no occassion But I must laugh at thy absurd perswasion Thou art that Lernean Snake squeeze thine owne gall But 't is too bad to make thee Inke withall Th' ast gone so long to Styx for mingled Inke That all thy verses in mens nosthrils stinke For pens the Scritch-Owles feathers are too tough A Gooses wing for thee is good ynough Thou hast emblaz'd me Basest slaue of men That name I freely send thee backe agen Vntill the world hath better eyes to see Which is the basest lacke my selfe or thee Thou call'st me Rogue so artificiall That I must iudge thee for one naturall The iniurie proceeded from thy tongue And yet thou wouldst make me thy cloake for wrong But do'st thou thinke the matter is no more But hand my selfe thy counsell I abhore And take thou heed of this inchanted spell Iohn Tayler ended like Achitophel What foolish Asse like thee would take in hand To play a Play that couldst not vnderstand What thine owne folly is thou art so blind Onely to basenesse thou art well inclin'd Do'st thinke I had no businesse but to wait On thy detested Popperies conceit Yet I protest hadst thou but sent the Bill For me to answer I 'd haue shew'd my skill Which would haue beene so much to thy disgrace That thou againe durst ne'r haue shew'd thy face Canst thou imagine that I went away For feare of thee or thy contemned Play Know foole when on the Stage I purchas'd worth I scorn'd so send for thee to helpe me forth And put the case that I should challenge thee Thy
speech or pen When he in pitty pelp'd the wants of men Two choller 's in th' Vniuersities He priuate gaue most bountifull supplies To Prisoners he sent many a secret summe And the receiuers nere knew whence it comes God gaue to him and for his sake agen He gaue it backe to helpe distressed men Yet close and priuate should his a mes still be That God might hane the glory and not he Where ere hee lodg'd or where his house hee kept His piety and charity nere slept Where still his gifts hath clone and secret beene And to the view of men but seldome seene When late our sins did Gods high wrath incence That he destroy'd vs with the Pestilence And that the poore did pine the rich were fled And Charity seem'd buried with the dead Then this true godly honorable man Did with a zeale and loue most Christian Knowing Saint Sauiours Parish to be darge Opprest with poore and an excessiue charge Means small necessity exceeding great Many to feede and little foode to eater In this extreamity this worthy Peere Did in his charitie so good appeare That by his bounty many soules were cherish'd Which but for him vndoubtedly bad perish'd The like he did in succouring the destresse Of many places in his Diocesse He well remembred God had rais'd him high In state of eminence and dignity But yet his memory deseru'd more prayse Remembring to what end God did him rayset For men all of Degrees estates and rankes Will giue to God some superficiall thankes Confessing he hath in their state them set But yet the end wherefore they quite forget Therefore he well and wisely vnderstood That he had great promotions to be good And that he was endued with earthly pelfe To giue and haue least ioy of it him selfe And as a stoward iust what he possest Hee still distributed to the opprest And though mans merrits challenge nothing can Yet God so loues a iust and righteous man That here hee liues with his protection guarded And after with eternall life rewarded a His Learning His learning was approoued to be such As scarcely any one man had so much Yet though in Scholler-ship he did excell His chiefest honour was he vs'd it well When Romes chiefe champion famous Bellarmine Imploy'd his studies and his best ingine To proue the Papall dignity had power O're Councells Fathers King or Emperour Or Church or sacred text Cannonicall Or any thing which we may mortall call And that these errours printed were in Rome And scattered and divulg'd through Christondome Then Winchâ—ster did for the Gospells right So learn'd so grauely and profoundly write His Booke that was Tortus Tortortum call'd Which made the Roman Clergy all apal'd He shew'd them there how vainly they did vaunt How far from truth they were disconsonant And how the Pope was prou'd the man of sinne Maugre his mighty Bulwarke Bellarmine Thus he defending our Religion Shooke Antichristian Romish Babilon Proouing our faith to be true Catholike And in antiquity Apostolike Indeede his learning so transcendant was And did so farr'e my silly praise surpasse That I my wit and studies may confound And in un Ocean bottome lesse be drown'd I le therefore cease to touch that lofty straine So farre aboue the Circuite of my braine His chiefest learning was Gods Law he learn'd Whereby to liue and dye hee well discern'd As Malachy b Malachy 2.7 â— of Priests did Prophecy His lips preserued knowledge plentiously That sauing knowledge which c Hills â—â— Iohn Baptist broughâ— Saluation and d Luke I. 77 remitting sinnes he taught Yea all his knowledge were to these intents To know God and keepe his Commandements A single life he liu'd but his desert And vertue was in singlnesie of heart Well he knew Marriage or Virginity Were of themselues no perfect sanctity For mis-beleeuing Infidels doe eyther Yet haue no perfect holinesse by neither But where the gift of continence is giuen With single life it is the grace of Heauen And this blest gift was still in him so ample That he both liu'd and dy'd a rare example Thus liu'd he 70 yeeres iust Dauids span Times circuite for the Pilgrimage of man And in a good age Dauid-like deecast With e 1. Chron. 29. Honour Daies and Riches fully blest And for more honour of his hoary haires Yeeres grac'd his person vertue grac'd his yeâ—â—â— His port and places were of eminence But 't was his goodnesse was their excellence So that although his honour was compleat He grac'd it more in being good then great His seruants of a Master are depriu'd Who shewed himselfe to them whilst he suruinâ—â— Not as an Austere Master but still rather A louing and a wel-beloued father His loue to them was in his gifts and cares And their for him is in their sighes and teares Foure brothers and two sisters they were late But three haue finish'd their suruiuing date Lancelot the chiefe Nicholas and Thomas they Haue left this transitory house of clay And as from but one father they did spring So in one house they had their finishing But Roger Mary Martha you are left And though you of your brethren are berest They are but gone that you may come to them To Glory to the new Ierusalem Yet God's your father as hee 's theirs in blisse And Iesus Christ to you a brother is But note the prudence and the prouidence This good man whom God bath taken hence â—â—well sore-saw his bodies dissolution â—â— therefore for his goods iust distribution â—â—â—â—â—â—for his sole Executor elected â—â— that like himselfe the world respected â—â—â—s my Lord all earthly pompe did hate â—â—did esteme this world at little rate â—â— did venture loue and vice abhor â—â— without doubt doth his Executor â—â—therefore he committed this great trust â—â— he knew was honest plaine and iust â—â— for conclusion for a finall end â—â—â— time this Reuerend Father did attend â—â—â—new that he to Nature was a debter â—â— therefore long'd to change this life for better â—â— heart was open still to welcome Death â—â— great desire was to expire his breath â—â—new it is a passage must be past â—â—ey that all flesh must goe at last â—â— of rest a ceasing here to sinne â—â—d where endlesse glory doth beginne â—â—though conuulsions sighs and sickly groanes Our parents friends kindreds teares and moanes The bells sad toling and the mourning weede Makes Death more dreadfull then it is indeede Yet wise men all in generall agree T is naturall to dye as borne to be And as man cannot here auoyd his birth So shunne hee cannot his returne to earth The Pilgrimage the race the glasse is runne The threed is spun they victory is wonne And Honourable Winchester is gone Vnto the Lambe that sits vpon the Throne For as I well haue scan'd vpon his name And of it made a double Anagram And Anagrams oft-times include a fate And 't is no doubt but they explaine his State For
But let our wils attend vpon his will And let this will be our direction still Let not Pleibeans be inquisitiue Or into any profound State-businesse diue We in fiue hundred and nere sixty yeare Since first the Norman did the Scepter beare Haue many hopefull royall Princes had Who as Heau'n pleas'd to blesse were good or bad Beanclarke was first who was first Henry crown'd For learning and for wisdome high renown'd Beyond the verge of Christendomes Swift Fame Did make the world admire his noble name The blacke Prince Edward all his life time ran The race of an accomplisht Gentleman His valour and tryumphant victories Did still the world and mount vnto the skyes The warlike Henry of that name the fist With his innated vertue vp did lift His name and fame to such perspicuous grace Which time or no obliuion can deface Prince Aâ—â—hur whom our Chronicks record To be a vertuous and a hopefull Lord His budding fortunes were by death preuented And as he liued belou'd he dy'd lamented His brother Henry from his fall did spring First to be Prince of Wales then Englands King He was magnificent and fortunate According to the greatnesse of his state Next Edward his vndoubted heyre by birth Who for the sins of men vpon the earth God tooke him hence as he began to bloome Whose worthy memory mens hearts intoâ— be Prince Henry last a Prince of as great hope As ere was any yet beneath the Copâ— He liu'd and dy'd be wailed and renown'd And left this Land with teares or sorrow drown'd Then onely this illustrious bâ—â—â— remain'd Our gracious Charles by Heauenâ— high grace ordâ—in'd To be our loy whose vertues as I gather Will length the life of his beloued Father True loue and honour made his Highneste please Aduenturously to passe ore Lands and Seas With hazard of his royall person and In that the hope of all our happy Land But blessed be his Name whose great protection Preseru'd him still from change of ayres infectiorn That gaue him health and strength mongst suâ—dry Nations T' endure and like their dyers variations That though to others these things might be strange Yet did this Princely vlgour neuer change But with a strong and able constitution He bore out all with manly resolution Loue sometimes made the Gods themselues disguise And mussle vp their mighty Dieties And vertuous Princes of the Gods haue â—ds When Princes goodnesse doe outgoe the Gods Then foolish man this is no worke of thine But operation of the power Diuine Let God alone with what he hath in hand 'T is sawcy folly madnesse to withstand What his eternall wisedome hath decreed Who better knowes then we doe what we need To him le ts pray for his most safe protection Him we implore for his most sure direction Let his assistance be Prince Charles his guide That in the end God may be glorifide Let vs amendment in our liues expresse And let our thankes be more our sins be lesse Amongst the rest this is to bee remembred that two Watermen at the Tower Wharfe burnt both their Boats in a Bonefire most merrily FINIS AN ENGLISH-MANS LOVE TO BOHEMIA DEDICATED To the Honourable well approued and accomplisht Souldier Sir ANDREVV GRAY Knight Colonell of the Forces of Great Britaine in this Noble Bohemian Preparation SIR ANDREVV GRAIâ— Anagramma I GARDE IN WARRES Honourable Knight THere are two especiall Causes that haue moued me most boldly to thrust these rude lines into the world The first is my heartie affection to the generality of the cause you vndertake which I beleeue God and his best seruants doe affect and the other is my loue and seruice which I owe to your worthy Selfe in particular for many vnde serued friendships which I haue receiued from you and many of your noble friends for your sake Ingratitude is a Deuill so farre worse them all the deuils that if I should craue harbour of me in the likenesse of an Angell of light yet it would neuer by perswaded to entertaine it My thankfull acknowledgement of your goodnesse towards me is my prayers and best wishes which shall euer be a poore requitall towards you not forgetting my thankes in the behalfe of all the worthy Ladies and others of that Angelicall sex that are maried and resident in London whose chast honours you as became a true Knight defended when an audacious Frenchman most slaunderously did without exception sweare there was not one honest Women dwelling within the bounds of this populous Citie but that they had all generally abused the bed of Mariage then did your noble selfe inforce the pestiferous peasant to swallow his odious calumny and in humilitie to comfesse there were fifty thousand or a greater number that neuer had wronged their Husbands in that vnlawfull act I haue made bold to speake of this matter here because the abuse was so generall and your quarrell so Honourable which I thinke vnfit to be buried in silence or forgetfulnesse howsoeuer I craue your pardon and worthy acceptance whilst I most obsequiously remaine Euer to be commanded by you IOHN TAYLOR AN ENGLISH-MANS LOVE TO BOHEMIA With a friendly Farewell to all the noble Souldiers that goe from great Britaine to that honourable Expedition As ALSO The most part of the Kings Princes Dukes Marquisses Earles Bishops and other friendly Confederates that are combined with the Bohemian part WArres noble warres and manly braue designes Where glorious valour in bright Armour shines Where God with guards of Angels doth defend And best of Christian Princes doe befriend Where mighty Kings in glittering burnisht armes Lead bloudy brusing battels and alarmes Where honour truth loue royall reputation Make Realmes and Nations ioyne in combination Bohemia Denmarks and Hungaria The vpper and the lower Bauaria The two great Counties of the Paâ—â—atine The King of Sweden friendly doth combine The Marquesse and Elector Brandenburge The Dukes of Brunswicke and of Lunenburge Of Holstein Deuxpont and of Wittemberge Of the Low-Saxons of Mackelberge Braue Hessens Lantsgraue Anholts worthy * Prince of Tuscaniâ— Prince The inhance Townes whom force cannot conuince Prince Mauricâ— and the States of Netherlands And th' ancient Knights of th' Empire lend their hands fam'd These and a number more then I haue nam'd Whose worths and valours through the world are With many a Marquesse Bishop Lord and Knight Toppose foule wrong and to defend faire right Whose warlike troopes assembled brauely are To ayde a gracious Prince in a iust warre Byshops of Haâ—â—flads Magenberg Hoeshriâ—â—â—senburgh The Marquesse of Auspasts â—â—ullinbag Dwilâ—gh The Count Palatine of â—â—â—tricks and Luxemburgh Tho States of vâ—â—â—â—and Sauoy For God for Natures and for Nations Lawes This martiall Army vndertakes this cause And true borne Britaines worthy Countrymen Resume your ancient honors once agen I know your valiant minds are sharpe and keene To serue you Souereignes daughter Bohems Queen I know you need to spur to set you on But you thinke dayes are
learned langâ—ages adorn'd admir'd Saint Peter preaching tels the people plaine How they the liuing Lord of life had slaine Some slout and mocke remaining stubborne hearted And many Soules peruerted are conuerted The Church increases daily numbers comes And to the Gospels furth'ring giue great Summes Acts. False Ananias and his faithlesse wife In dreadfull manner lost their wretched life The enuious people stone the Martye Steuen He praying for his foes leaues earth for Heauen The Churches Arch foe persecuting Saul Is made a conuert and a preaching Paul He 's clapt in Prison manacled nad fetter'd And through his troubles still his zeale is better'd Th Apostle Iames by Herod's put to death And Herod eat with Lice loft hatefull breath Th' increasing Church amongst the Gentiles spreds By Nâ—re Paul and Peter lost their heads Romanes Th' Apostle Paul from Corinth writes to Rome To strength their faith and tell them Christ is come He shewes how high and low both Iew and Greeke Are one with God who faithfully him seeke He tels how sinne in mortall bodies luâ—kes How we are sau'd by faith and not by workes In louing tearmes the people he doth moue To Faith to Hope to Charity and Loue. 1. Corinthâ— Paul to Corinthus from Philippy sends Their Zeale and Faith he louingly commends He tels them if Gods Seruice they regard Th' eternall Crowne of life is their reward 2. Corinths In this Saint Paul sends the Corinthians word Afflictions are the blessings of the Lord. He doth desire their Faith may still increase He wishes their prosperity and peace Galathians He tels them that their whole Saluations cause Is all in Christ and not in Moses Lawes The Law 's a glasse where men their sinnes doe sec And that by Christ we onely saued be Ephesians Paul bids cast off the old man with his vice And put on Christ our blest redempcions price Philippians He bids them of false teachers to beware He tels them that Humilitie is rare And though they liue here in a vaile of strife Yet for them layd vp is the Crowne of life Colossians Th' Apostle doth reioyce and praiseth God That these Colossians in true Faith abode He praiseth them he bids them watch and pray That sin an Sathan worke not their decay 1. Thessalonians He thanketh God his labour 's not in vaine So stedfast in the faith these men remaine That they to others are ablelled light By their example how to liue vpright 2. Thessalonians Againe to them he louingly doth write He bids them pray the Gospell prosper might He wishes them prosperitie and wealth And in the end Soules euerlasting health 1. and 2. to Timothy Paul shewes to Timothy a By shop must In life and doctrine be sincâ—re and iust And how the Scriptures power haue to perswade Whereby the man of God is perfect made Titus To Titus 'mongst the Creetans Paul doth send And warnes him what â—allow or reprehend Philemon Paul earnestly the Master doth request To pardon his poore man that had transgrest Hebrewes Although this booke doth beare no Authors name It shewes the Iews how they thier liues should frame And that the Ceremoniall Law is ended In Christ in whom all grace is comprenended S. Iames. Heare speake and doe well the Apostle faith For by thy workes a man may see thy faith I. and 2. to Peter He counsels vs be sober watch and pray And still be ready for the Iudgement day 1 2 and 3. of Iohn He shewes Christ di'de and from the graue arose To saue his friends and to confound his foes S. Iude. Iude bids them in all Godlinesse proceed And of deceiuing teachers on take heed Reuelation Diuine S. Iohn to Pathmos I le exilde This heauenly worâ— t' instruct vs he compild He tels the godly God shall be their gaines He threats she godlesse with eternall paines He shewes how Antichrist should reigne and rage And how our Sauiour should his pride asswage How Christ in glory shall to Iudgement come And how all people must abide his doome A Prayer GOod God Almighty in compassion tender Preserue and keepe King Charles thy Faiths defender Thy Glory make his Honor still increase In Peace in Warres and in Eternall peace Amen THE BOOKE OF MARTYRS DEDICATED TO THE RIGHT HONOVRABLE WILLIAM EARLE OF PEMBROOKE c. MY Lord my weake Collection out hath tooke The summe and pith of the great Martyrs Booke For pardon and protection I intreat The Volume's little my presumption great IOHN TAYLOR I Sing their deaths who dying made death yeeld By Scriptures sword and faiths vnbattered shield Whom Sathan men or monsters could not tame Nor sorde them to deny their Sauiours name Euangelists that did the Gospell write Apostles and braue Martyrs that did fight Gainst death and hell and all the power of sin And boldly dâ—de eternall life to win Iohn Baptist by King Herod lost his head Who to the world repentance published Our blest Redeemer in his loue did follow And conquered death mans sinfull soule to hallow He was the death of death and he did quell The sting and power of Sathan sin and hell And vnder his great standard valiantly A number numberlesse haue darde to die Through bondage famine slauery sword and fire Through all deuised torments they aspire Victoriously to gaine th' immortall Crowne Of neuer-ending honour and renowne Saint Steuen was the third that lost his breath And for his Masters sake was ston'd to death And after him in Scripture may we reade The Apostle Iames was brain'd and butchered Saint Marke th Euangelist in fire did burne And Bartholmen was flead yet would not turne Saint Andrew like a valliant champion dide And willing on a croste was crucifide Matthias Philip Peter and Saint Paul Ston'd crucified beheaded Martyrs all Th' Apostles of their liues no reckoning make And thinke them well spent for their Sauiours sale The tyrant Emperours in number ten Most cruell barb'rous and inhumaine men More Christians by their bloudy meanes did sâ—â—y Then for a yeere fiue thousand to each day And many Romane Bishops in those dayes Were Martyrd to their high Creators praise And though each day so many thousands bleed Yet doubtly more and more they daily breed As Camomile growes better bâ—ing trod So death and tortures draw more vnto God Or as the vine that 's cut and prun'd beares more In one yeere then it did in three before This bloudy persecution did out-weare After Christs death the first three hundred yeere Thus did the primitiue first Church endure Being Catholike Apostolike and pure Then ouer all the world t was truely knowne That Romish Bishops claimed but their owne In their owne Diocesse to be chiefe Pastor And not to be the worlds great Lord and master And now our Britaine glory will I sing From Lucius reign the worlds first Christian King Vnto these dayes of happy peacefull state A Catalogue of Martyrs I le relate First Vrsula and eleuen thousand with her All Virgins for