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A royal arbor of loyal poesie consisting of poems and songs digested into triumph, elegy, satyr, love & drollery / composed by Tho. Jordan.
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Jordan, Thomas, 1612?-1685?
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1663
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Wing J1058; ESTC R3145
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Lady that did bring it did cry The vertuous Dutchess suffer'd Onely for his Jealousie 3. The Lady being much revil'd She goes away And leaves the Childe He straight by oath enjoyns a Lord Who made a conscience Of his word Then quoth the Duke you must perform my command Take shipping strait And bear this Brat into a forreign Land Leave it in any wilderness you can finde And let it there be nourished Onely by the rain and winde 4. The Nobleman is griev'd to do 't But that his Oath Enjoyns him to 't The Dutchess hearing that her Childe Was sent away To Countreys wilde Falls in a swound her spirits all being fled The word was brought unto the Duke His wife was newly dead And that her last words were her eyes waxing dim Commend me to the Duke I ne're knew any man but him 5. Her dying words the Duke believes And now alack Too late he grieves For now the Lord by his command Is in the Duke Of Padua's Land Where he the pretty Infant layes down as he Had sworn to the Duke And now returns agen to sea But by good fate a shepherd that lost a sheep Was searching up and down that way And heard the Infant weep 6. The Mantle which the Childe did hold Was rich embroidered Cloth of Gold But when it was undrest he found The value of Two thousand pound Besides a paper where was writ down the Name This treasure made the Shepherd straight To grow in wealth and fame He bred the Childe as decently as he cou'd But in its disposition one Might finde the parents bloud 7. At sixteen years of age she was The prettiest Nimph That trod on grass Once on a day when she did keep As she suppos'd Her fathers sheep A Gentleman which her fair face lookt upon Was strucken straight in love And 't was the Duke of Padua's Son Who from that hour would every day come to seâ— His Mistress whom he lov'd like life Though of a low degree 8. Much love there was betwixt them both Till they contracted were by oath Which when his father came to know Then did begin The Lovers woe For with extream outragious words he begun To bid him leave her Or he 'd never own him as a son The Prince did vow his love he ne're would withdraw Although he lost his father And the Crown of Padua 9. But having got much treasure he Doth with this Virgin Put to sea After a while there was report They 're in the Duke Of Parma's Court The Duke of Padua then for fear they should wed Will follow if he finde it true His son shall lose his head But the old Shepherd fearing wrong should befall His pretty witty Daughter Doth resolve to finde them all 10. The Bride and Bridegroom now in state Are going to The Temple-gate The Duke of Padua with his trains Doth stop them And forbids the Banes And to the Duke of Parma plainly sayes that His son did flye from him To marry with a Shepherds brat The Bride and Bridegroom by both Dukes in a breath Commanded are to separate Or they shall meet in death 11. Both are content and are led on Unto their Execution They were to suffer both alike The Headsmans Axe Was up to strike Hold quoth the Shepherd I bring strange news to town The Dukes were both amazed And the Axe was straight laid down This Lady sixteen years ago did I finde This paper and these Jewels For the Child is none of mine 12. The Lord that bore the Childe away Seeing the Name Did boldly say Great Duke of Parma this is she Which you did send away by me 'T is your own Daughter then the Duke full of tears Embrace them both and now Another Marriage day appears Bonefires and Bells the Conduits all run with wine By this we see there 's nothing can Prevent the Powers divine The Double Marriage A sad Story Tune Amidst the Mirtles as I walkt 1. AMongst all woes that ever we Have felt or else in story read There is no greater misery Then an inforced Marriage-bed 2. As I will sadly make appear When I my story shall unfold You will confess that you do hear The saddest tale that e're was told 3. A Gentleman of good renown Did dye and left his Heir in ward Unto the mercy or the frown Of a most proud imperious Lord. 4. This Gallant was a youth of worth His feature might affection move Who travelling into the North It was his fate to fall in Love 5. With a fair Lady of good fame And being on both sides agreed They in one Contract mix their flame And seal it as their act and deed 6. No sooner did their souls accord In tears and kisses oaths and vows But he is sent for by his Lord To London now comes all the woes 7. The Lord his Guardian doth prefer Him to a Lady of his kin The Gallant cryes should I take her I might commit a grievous sin 8. I am contracted Sir quoth he To one I love no less then life And you know Sir that Contracts be The greatest bonds 'twixt man and wife 9. The Guardian by his power compells The woful Ward to break his oath And which all misery excells Unto another plight his troth 10 He sends into the North with speed To her whom he by right should wed Onely one line which she doth read Forgive me I am married 11. This broke her heart but she indites An answer which much sorrow bred For in one fatal line she writes My Dear Forgive me I am dead 12. Then with her knife she made it good And by a desperate stroke did prove Sealing it with her flowing blood That Life is nothing without Love 13. The Gentleman forsakes his Wife Such misery this Marriage bred Quoth he I 'le never lead a life With thee in an adult'rous Bed 14. I' th' wicked wayes he now begins To riot all his vaste estate His wife was brought to bed of twins The Mothers grief the Fathers hate 15. His wife and children full of woe And want unto their father come Who now in England doth not know A place that he can call his home 16. His breach of Contract in his thought Doth now at last so fiercely fall That by the devil he is wrought To kill his wiâ—e and children small 17. He draws his sword but by good fate A messenger comes running in And bids him read a letter straight Which done my Gallant doth begin 18. To be more temperate in his minde For thus it seems the letter said Your Guardian that was so unkinde Much griev'd for you is lately dead 19. He hath bequeath'd his whole Estate To be onely at your dispose And doth confess though now too late He was the cause of all your woes 20. He bids you likewise since you are The Husband of another Wife That you will take her to your care And lead a loving peaceful life 21. This counsel he resolves
Rapine shall deflower Famine and Plague Shall both at once walk the Round Then Swords shall be Physicians And by killing cure the wound 8. Churches and Towns With parallelles spires Shall vanish in the furious flames Of unconfined fires Such shrieks from earth To heaven shall flye That death will be less torment Then to hear each other dye Who ever famine 'scapes the sword shall destroy A story sad and truer Then the dreadful tale of Troy Frighted I wak'd And on my knee did implore Some mercy for my former crimes And vow'd to fight no more The Farewell 1. FAir Fidelia leave me now I may no more Thy Deity adore Nor offer to thy shrine I serve one more divine And greater far then you Hark the trumpets call away I must go Lest the foe Lose the King and win the day Let 's march bravely on Charge them in the Van Our Cause Gods is Though the ods is Ten times ten to one 2. Tempt no more I may not yield Although thy eyes A Kingdom might surprize Leave off thy wanton tales The high-born Prince of Wales Is mounted in the Field Where the loyal Gentry flock Though forlorn Nobly born Of a near decaying stock Cornish boyes be bold Never lose your hold He that loiters Is by Traytors Basely bought and sold. 3. One kiss more and then farewell Nay now give o're I prethee fool no more Why cloud'st thou so thy beams I see by these extreams A woman's heaven or hell Pray the King may have his own That the Queen May be seen With her Babes on Englands Throne Rally up your men One shall vanquish ten Victory we Come to try thy Favour once agen The Resolution 1642. 1. ASk me no more why there appears Daily such troops of Dragoneers Since it is requisite you know They rob cum Privilegio 2. Ask me not why the Gaole confines Our Hierarchy of best Divines Since 't was allow'd by full consent The Priviledge of Parliament 3. Ask me no more why from Blackwall Such tumults come unto White-hall Since some in Parliament agree â—Tis for the Subjects Liberty 4. Ask me not why to London comes So many Muskets Pikes and Drums So that we fear they 'l never cease 'T is to procure the Kingdoms Peace 5. Ask me no more why little Finch From Parliament began to flinch Since such as dare to Hawk and Kings May easily clip a Finches wings 6. Ask me no more why Strafford's dead Or why they aim'd so at his head Faith all the reason I can give 'T is thought he was too wise to live 7. Ask me no more where 's all the Plate Brought in at such an easie rate It to the owners back they 'l bring In case it fall not to the King 8. Ask me noâ— why the House delights Not in our two wise Kentish Knights Their Counsels never were thought good Because they were not understood 9. Ask me no more why Livesey goes To ceaze all rich men as his foes Whilst Countrey Farmers sigh and sob Yeomen may beg when Knights do rob 10. Ask me no more by what strange slight London's Lord Major was made a Knight Since there 's a strength sprung out of war That can at once both make and mar 11. Ask me no more why in this age I sing so free without a cage My answer is I need not fear All England doth the burthen bear 12. Ask me no more for I grow dull Why Hotham keeps the Town of Hull I 'le answer ye one word for all All things are thus when Kings do falt The Kingly Complaint The King Imprison'd at Holmby The Tune 1. In faith I cannot keep my sheep I Am a poor and patient King Though some are pleas'd to call me Pope But yet I have a holy hope God will relieve my suffering By letting Peace and Plenty spring That every man may have his own Then I shall sit agen upon my Throne 2. The Royal Consort of my age That hath so oft my Cradles crown'd With false aspersions they do wound According to their holy rage My simple Subjects they engage And arm them with a proud pretence To bring me home in beating me from thence 3. A Reformation next is sought Episcopacy must go down A Tinker's art must mend the Crown By Weavers we may well be taught But now at last they have us brought O're many rigid Rocks and Shelves They are contending what to be themselves 4. My Countreymen I most commend For they have made the most of me Alas it was their poverty They did it to no other end But they have too much valued Me And over-priz'd my Innoncence They could demand no more then thirty pence 5. A rout of Rebels ring me round Such is the King of Englands Court Who but to please their Pride in sport Have brought my Peers unto the ground They chase me like an Infidel Or one that Christian Blood betray'th Although I write Defender of the Faith Rebels Market 1646. 1. NOw that the holy Wars are done Between the Father and the Son And that we have by righteous fate Distrest a Monarch and his Mate Forcing their Heir flye into France To weep out his Inheritance 2. Let 's set open all our Packs Which contain ten thousand wracks Cast away on the Red Sea At Naseby and at Newberry If then you 'l come provided with gold We dwell Close by Hell Where we â—ell What you will That is ill For Charity there is cold 3. If by thee a Murther came We can give 't another Name But alwayes provided thus That thou hast been one of us Gold is the God shall pardon the guilt We have What shall save Thee from Grave For the Law We can awe Though a Princes blood be spilt 4. If a Church thou hav'st bereft Of its Plate 't is holy theft Or for zeal-sake if thou beest Prompted on to spoil a Priest Gold 's a prevailing advocate Then come Bring a summe Law is dumb And submits To our wits For Policy guides a State The Leaguer 1. JOyn thy ennamel'd cheek to mine I 'le bring thee where is rasie Wine And where a loving Leaguer's kept Where many tankard tears are wept For the Cash That is gone that is here Joy and grief in a tear We will wash There we study Revenges Make Plots without hinges More Black then the fifth of Novembers In our Pipe and our Cup Our Estates are rak'd up Till our eyes twinkle like to the embers 2. There with a sack-incensed face In speckled state and flaming grace With dabbled doublet doth appear The curral front of Cayalier With a bowle Full of sack such as can In the most dying man Raise a soul And forbids any venter The Leaguer to enter Or near it commit such a trespass If his cheeks do not shine With the blood of the Vine And his Nostrils appear like a Respass 3. In Fletcher's Wit and Iohnson's style There will we sit and fret a while Cursing the