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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A78213	A Bartholmevv Fairing, new, new, new: sent from the raised siege before Dublin, as a preparatory present to the great thanksgiving-day. To be communicated onely to Independents.		1649 (1649)	Wing B981; Thomason E572_7; ESTC R206169	17,718	30

Pyes Mrs. Try I am foro the Marrow Pyes I will so feast my little Levites that they shall take New Park for Marrow-bone Mrs. Aver And when all 's eat and throughly concocted and applyed it shall be Hide Park too Exeunt Actus secundus Enter three Independent Ministers Mr. Learned Mr. Olduns Mr. Bew as in a Chamber Mr. Ler Welcome my fellow-Labourers our Harvest Is not as the lean Countrey-Pulpit-Thrashers Who work for the tenth-cock and Easter Book And twice a yeer rejoyce or chance to chirpe At the delivery of a pregnant sow Or teeme of goslings No my Sunday swabbers We have one day of Adams heavy curse The Sabbath that 's our day of sweat not Rest So that our yeer consists of fifty two Dayes of work and swinck All the rest are holy Almost 300. holyd a yes we make My head 's a Bible with an Almanake Mr. Old Moonday's our prime festivall Luna Begins our merriment and Venus ends For Saturne makes us melancholy then We are for Text and Exposition that is But half holy day some sack some notes The morn at Syon Colledge the afternoon At _____ in Coleman-street where we agree What part o th' news to preach what Pray'r what Use Such as the State prescribes and the works done This Work of double Honour Mr. Bew. Double Treble The Primitive Converts layd not more at feet Of th' Apostles nor did they spend it so Yet we allow old Paul 3 Tavernes but Mr. Ler Come sit my friends draws a bottle from under the Table Come forth my Posteller this is Tonseca The Learned Spaniard this this is the Book Which gives us Learning and a politique look By vertue of this Author Don Canary Wespeak what truth we please or else it vary Fils into the glasse Look how he spirits dance see how they skirre it We that drink this must need hold forth the Spirit Olduns this lusty glasse to all those eyes dr Whose whites we lift as I do this toth ' skies Mr. Old To those that sigh at every Lard and ab And hum we make upon the Sabbath day dr Mr. Bew. To all those pretty rogues whose hearts we break On Sunday and tickle on the rest o th' week One knocks without Mr. Ler How now my Spaniard must retyre hee s grave And can't endure strange faces Back to the cell This brittle Instrument must to his case Hides Bottle and glasse Reach hither Foxly he shall lye i th' place Here Reynolds Sermons whose most learned Books Are the gull'd peoples baits and we the Hooks Knocks again Whose there have patience and I come brother Remember where I left we must not smoother Our sgifts nor under Bushels put the light Yes Enter Ralph Short-hand Mr. Ler Ralph Shorthand what my Stenographicall Sermon catcher my Imp of Repetitions and Conserves of my small wares of Divinity little Pedlar of my Dominicall labours how doest thou sweet youth what is the businesse Gives a Letter Ralph This Letter Sir will speak it self the letter Sir as you have often hinted is no killing letter nor a dead letter Sir I have brought the Argentum vivum of the last Edition no Carolus upon these white-boyes nor Dei gratiâ neither but Anno Libertatis and what is it Crucis novae as you will read Sir better in these circles delivers the money Mr. Ler Very hand some Coine Brethren peruse this letter it does concern us all I am much taken with this stamp I have some skill in coyning for I my self am newly stamp'd This shews the State is fixt And learned too O let me kisse this Crosse The signe of vanquish'd superstition The signe of Reformation in the State As well as Church for this we blesse and curse Thus we will carry Crosses in our purse Mr. Bew. With what regard of words and godly tokens Are we invited to this feast This whistle This silver whistle of the Saints is shrill These Charmers may eene charm me where they will Mr. Old Next Sunday we will hold forth of Thankfulnesse And praise the open handednesse o' th' Saints Our thanks to those who ministred to our wants Ralph It shall he done Mr. Learned Sir I have an humble suit to you I know your ingeny you have a sparkling forge It would for ever make me with my Mrs. to have an handsome smart copy of verses Sir upon the Park the present Thanksgiving Pray Sir think you have it if you but scratch o' the fantasticall side Sir I have a piece of singular Tobacco for your Muse The very pryme of the leaf Ochechampano Poca-Hunto's Father great Custos of the Indies drinks not so good Against night I pray let them be compos'd fair wrote and scratch'd under where the emphasis must lye for my Mistrisse is much taken with my emphaticall pronounciation and action It stands me much upon at this time for I am upon the point of preferment and your wit must work about or I am disappointed quite Think Sir I finde the fancy in your eye you have a Poeticall muscule Sir Mr. Ler I have indeed Ralph thou seest more then these seers Thou shalt haveum and Ralph do you hear drink no Clarret to night that will furre the throat let Vrsula make you some butter'd Ale and I warrant thee for a smart one Ralp May your wise Notes I have wrote swell into volumes Exit Untill the weight suppresse my tender columnes Mr. Ler We must conclude this meetings I have work This Poem will ask pains and time and sack I am a Hinde at prose but a dull Ox At verse my feet are as they'd been i th' stocks Friends we will meet the Sisters with their knacks Keep all things wisely specially your backs Enter Roger Trusty Solus Roger. Why my father being a Cavileer should after my exclusion from the University bind me Apprentice to this D●aper and a Committee man is beyond my intelligence though not my obedience I have scratched my head over and over and cannot reach the depth unlesse it be for revenge sure he would have me pervert my Mistresse for for the conversion of my Master it is as impossible as the others secible it is so it mull be so Revenge is sweet what my Master got of him at Goldsmiths Hall be would have me get up at Drapers My father hath been in Purgatory and I must go to hell for it She is an handsome Rogue and reads the Alchoran there 's the book now Our Independent Sisters are as much taken with the Alchoran as our Ladies were with the Arcadia Certainly Mahomets Pidgeon was a pretty Pidgeon and the Sisters would have the Spirit hang like a pendent in their eares They are much taken with his Paradise for the enlargement of their eyes at the Resurrection certainly if there be such fine additions unto women they have a hope the men of Paradise shall be augmented in some part as pleasurable to them as their great eyes will be to their glorified