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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
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

him Dancing for joy there 's nothing now can fear them The greedy Wolf and Fox cannot come near them The bearded Goats apart from him do stand The little Lambs he feeds with his own hand In his warm tender bosome they are nurst With his heart-blood he satisfies their thirst To pay their debts upon the Cross he hung Good Pellican that bleeds to feed his young TRANSPORT My soul mad drunk with love that still did mi●… him Among the Doves I cannot choose but find him Drest in the flames of love saw you my Dear One milk-white Dove did whisper in mine ear Behold in yonder flourishing Grove of Mirtles Thy Lover sits the King of all the Turtles His mate so constant that he doth not doubt her His love so great he cannot live without her He courts and to be courted she is willing Musick of hearts whose melody is billing In an eternal knot espous'd they be He full of love a modest Virgin she His love eternal is and hath no date He is thy Turtle and thou art his Mate Father of Spirits Angels and the rest Bright flame of love within Jehovahs brest Upon the day of Penticost he came With cloven tongues and in a fiery flame This spreading fire from East to West was hurl'd Whose holy sparks did kindle all the world Till Antichrist did poyson this pure life And quench this heavenly fire with floods of strife But now he 's come the second time whose breath Will plague the Beast and whip the Whore to death Unto the sturdy Plowman then I pass Such as of old the Prophet Amos was Rid my Love this way on his milk white Steed Amos reply'd thy Lover is the Seed He sows himself into thy fruitful mind That at the Harvest he himself may find There 's nothing but himself that he doth save All but himself lyes rotting in the Grave The perfect new man which from heaven descended Returns when this frail mortal life is ended Thy Soul 's the Land where he himself doth sow The Spirits holy breath makes it to grow Refreshed by the heavens distilling rain It multiplies into a field of grain All flowers of Paradice grow to delight 'um Grace after grace springs up ad infinitum Inquiring of the Shrubs who weep and mourn Hanging their heads this answer they return By resignation and humilitie A little Plant becomes a stately Tree All look on Trees that on the Mountains grow But those are safest that are plac'd below Jehovah's thunder doth not overtake them The wildest Hurricano cannot shake them They flourish like the Lillies without care He is their life and they his being are I march among the Rich hoping to find him Voluptuous pomp gave them no time to mind him Ratling of Coaches in their brain did rout them A train of Sycophants plac'd round about them Whose soothing language lavishly did measure Their Summum bonum to consist in pleasure The world 's a Hogstye O that word hereafter Where men like Swine are fatted for the slaughter I row my Boat unto the ragged shoar To the despised rich contented poor Who in the heavens have laid up all their treasure Where they have riches without end or measure Where rests my love when Sol at noon is riding Upon his flaming Steeds where 's his abiding He dwelleth in the low and humble mind That prostrate lyes before his feet resign'd Such simple innocence without all skill Like new-born babes that know no good nor ill Poor naked nothings numbred with the dead Have sold their ornaments for heavenly bread Whose souls are purifyed from filthy mire By passing through the Purgatorian fire A noble battail ' gainst themselves proclaim'd Their passions and affections wholly tam'd Great Alexander with his noble crew Conquering the world the world could not subdue Another Empire large he had to win To tame that little world that was within We that are crown'd with double victory In these poor Coats are greater Kings than he To the Vniversity I set my face Among the Rabbies of that reverend place I hunted out the chief for fame reputed And unexpectedly I was saluted By one whose beard was snow whose face was frost Train'd in the noble School of Penticost In Christ-church Colledge a resplendent light And by degree a learned Jesuite Chief of that Order with all knowledge blest Skil'd in the heavenly Magick of the east 'T was one of those brave Magi that from far Did visit Jesus guided by a Star Offering rich presents Frankincense and Spice To offer me his councel was not nice And that he might my lawful audience win He kist me thrice and thus he did begin What vanity on childish arts to look And leave unstudied thine own learned book Thy book hath but three leaves leaves that are few The wisdom great all that all worlds can shew Thy Soul 's that noble book wherein doth lye Heaven hell and earth time and Eternity He that can read this book he must inherit The wisdom of the Father Son and Spirit This book hath long been claps'd and clos'd within Seal'd and shut up by th' angry Cherubin In heaven and earth none worthy none was fit But the dear Lamb God's heart to open it To keep it lockt the anger did decree Love did unseal the book and set it free A Library of books in this book find Printed and fairly written in thy mind Whose lines are gold indited by the Dove Whose letters are the sparkling flames of love Teipsum nosce leave their tittle tattle And then thou knowest more then Aristotle Study thy self if thou wouldst knowledge win Faith will unlock the golden gate within Let wisdome bridle passions in the Soul Good Servants but ill Lords if they controul Hell lies in wait to crucify thy lover Heaven with it's Angels at thy door doth hover Seraphick Angels with immortal power Thy Guardian strength attend thee every hour Vain roving thoughts Moss troopers do way lay thee With their hail Master kiss thee to betray thee Thought follows thought as wave on waves do roul And all to steal away the wandring Soul Like thieving Pickaroons in Neptunes hall They sail about thy brain to plunder all If they once bring thine heart unto their shoar Poor Gally-slave they 'l chain thee to the Oar O keep thine heart intire for him alone Who rules the heavens makes thy heart his throne This lower world is a deceitful cage Where mortals act their part as on a stage Some march into the field and some retreat Disguis'd like Maskers all is but a cheat Play how you please when you have thrown your cast Death comes and sweeps away the stake at last Look not so big thy life is but a span 'T is a wise part to act the honest man For toys thy future bliss do not destroy Prepare thy mind for that sweet land of joy Where all things do in equal temper grow Nor hot nor cold with you it is not so The torrid

's resignation In Isaac's line a crown to ev'ry nation The blessing fix'd in ev'ry revolution Though Solomons Temple had its dissolution All outward glories are ecclips'd and gone The King of Kings call's for the heart alone He is he was before the world begun All things do praise his name why should not man Uncomprehended all things comprehending His glory no beginning hath nor ending The Angels sing inspir'd with heavenly flame All glory glory glory to his name Spirits of just men in a holy dance Lift up their hands for their deliverance Rejoycing that the tree which knowledge bore Blasted in their fair garden grows no more Torn by the root with all its bastard race The tree of Life replanted in the place The Nightingal in warbling roundelaies Doth make the Vallies eccho forth his praise The little Lark mounts up with soaring wing As he wo'd teach the Cherubins to sing About Religion they are not at odds But sing as merrily as the old Gods The little worms which on the earth do crawl Boldly intitle him their all in all All disagreeing forms in this agreeing He is he was the being of all beings And thou with cheerfull heart chant forth his praise Although thy pen cannot deserve the bays Keep on that humble pace thou hast begun Untill thy glass it 's utmost Sand hath run Enough was said to satisfie my mind I could not see for Love had made me blind Love hath no ears nor eyes I call I cry Give me my Love again for whom I die Let Cupids army all their forces joyn Angels to boot no Love was e're like mine Bring Damons Love to Pithias on the stage Who fear'd not death nor Dyonisiu's rage Set Davids love to his dear Jonathan Bring all the love of all men into one Bring womans too whose quick mild sparkling beams Makes them most excellent in both extreams Yet mine excells exceeds them all as far As great Apollo doth the meanest star The Vsurer Italian-like in 's brest Locks his dear Dallila in his dark chest The love to woman doth with beauty die If Vertues chain be not the sacred tie But mine that cannot perish in the tasting Is like the noble object everlasting A love unmeasurable and unbounded Where firm Foundation cannot be confounded Why then mine only joy dost thou remove From him that hath no life but in thy love The very earth where thou thy foot dost set Doth smell more sweet than Rose or Violet My happiness my dear delight is lost He 's gone to heaven and thither will I post If any Spirit in my way shall stand Angels Arch-angels are at my command Faith joyn'd with love controuleth the abyss And forceth entrance where no entrance is It batters walls and breaks down ev'ry fence For heaven it self is won by violence It charms the Lyons heart with sacred Spell They have no power to touch a Daniel Subdueth Tyrants and their armed band Walks on the Sea as if it were dry land It cuts a passage through the watry Stream And raiseth Laz'rus from his drouzy dream The walls of Jericho it doth deflowr It stormeth hell and conquers heaven with power Commandeth trembling Devils to retreat Removeth lofty mountains from their Seat It bids one Sea divide it self in two What thing so difficult Faith cannot do Our Souls are tinder burning in desire Faith is the flint that striketh up the fire Which being kindled by the gentle Lamb The Spirit blows and turns it all to flame My dear and only jewel do not fly me Arm'd with this faith thy power can't deny me It is decreed though thousand deaths I die Nothing shall seperate my Love and I Through Daniels furnace and the flames of hell I 'le pass to find where my dear Love doth dwell Let hell heap all her fire fuell on fuell Nor heaven nor hell shall rob me of my jewell Though all created things should strive to thwart us Devils nor men nor Angels shall not part us With him for ever I 'm resolv'd to dwell Without whose presence heaven it self were hell O what were Paradice if we could win it Heaven is not heaven and my sweet Lord not in it That heaven is heaven where all delights do grow It is the smiling eye that makes it so His frown 's the house of torment and of night 'T is paradice to be his Favourite My Soul 's a prisoner none but love can bail her Give me that Prison where love is the Gaoler Hearing my cries and into pitty breaking He was within me while I was thus speaking Words that did love and pitty both provoke them Though I was ignorant 't was he that spoke them He toucht mine heart but I had lost my feeling He like the rock did stand but I was reeling With amorous wine mad drunk my heart lay panting Something I wanted knew not what was wanting I sought in forrain countreys every way For that rich pearl which in my bosome lay Through Asia Europe Affrica I roam Hunting abroad my Jewell was at home He present was his presence unrevealed He stood before me but mine eyes were sealed His seeming distance was a piercing dart Though he was never absent from my heart He alwayes lodged in mine heart I see 'T was my beloved was that faith in me I knock at heavens bright gate my way was blocedk It was not I but he in me that knocked Who like a wanton lamb or skipping Hind In jollity was sporting in my mind With holy violence the door flew open The brazen locks all bolts and bars were broken Enter the Royal Fort which thou hast gained Fountain of wisdom holy love unstained Take up thy lodging in my smiling eye Wherein unknown unmeasured treasures lye With keenest arrow draw thy bended bow But when thou aim'st aim not at things below Thou shoot'st at such a mark that will deceive thee When storms arise these treacherous friends will leave thee They fleet flutter like the air that 's ranging All Sublunaries subject are to changing The Stars and Plannets like the giddy Ocean Wander uncertainly with wanton motion This day as their aspects would never fade Before the next morn they run retrograde If Jupiter the knot of love doth tye Saturn and Mars dissolve the harmony Hath Venus a fine web of friendship spun Mercury ravells all that she hath done Though Sol be hot Luna is wondrous cold Fresh youthful amities on earth grow old Art thou infected with some strong disease Why dost thou run unto the Stars for ease How can thy Soul be cur'd with poisonous plaisters These are thy Servants make them not thy Masters Their whirling wheel is alwayes running round Build not thy hope on such uncertain ground Though by thy fall thou art of low degree I 'le mount thee to a throne and marry thee That I am Lord all creatures they shall know I made thee King Vicegerent here below By disobedience thou didst forfeit all I 'le make thee greater

yet the father does the children pay These children dear he kindly doth imbrace VVe are Abortives and of Bastard race VVith full deep draughts they drink all sorrow down The deepest drinker wears the greatest crown VVith oaths they tear the stars out of the skie And make the trembling fearful Devils fly Frighting the Hypocrite out of his wits Yet no dark cloud upon their conscience sits Moses is dead long since who did command Jehovah takes the Scepter in his hand Jesus the God of love his love imparts VVriting his Law of love in all their hearts O what is Moses what are all his laws VVanting the witness to maintain the cause The Holy Spirit he can only cure ye He is the Judge the witness and the Jury In Pharaohs land the laws they were not good VVritten in Characters of humane blood Those that dwelt here did labour to be poor Had this reward to wash the Blackamoor VVith menaces and blows because they went On their own errant when they were not sent An unsure path this was their overthrow They wait not till their Leader bid them go Instead of Peters pallace headlong tumbling Into the pit where Cerberus sits grumbling VVhat though heaven-gate stand open all the year None but the new man hath admittance there This little Infant is that lovely boy That leads the Soul to everlasting joy I fled from hence when no body did mind me Leaving this Countrey with a curse behind me Now for the Wilderness with all my sails To gather Manna but I met with Quails A merry Crew with feasting and good cheer About a foolish Calf were dauncing here Moses was in the mount where he did draw Tables of Stone but who regards his Law They 'r not amaz'd nor startle at the wonder Though it receiv'd it's birth in horrid thunder Unlike the Gospel that with gentle voice Did make their hearts in melting tears rejoyce Bewailing these this in my mind did come How many Calves are there in Christendome And those that see old Israel go astray Perhaps do worship Calves as well as they VVhat quarrels ev'ry where what fruitless odds About their wafer water paper-gods VVe stile them heathens who the Stars did hallow Falling in zeal before their great Apollo When those that see their error that is known With open eye cannot behold their own All men are Archers roving in the dark Their arrow flies to some mistaken mark Our aim should be at heaven alone but O! The earth is still between we shoot too low Some Dallila some creature we are wide all And every man 's his own beloved Idol The griping Vsurer can take no rest For dreaming of his Idol in the Chest The ambitious man with new invented Oaths Swears by his honour and his painted cloaths The Lover's fetter'd in Don Cupids cord The Souldier boldly swears by his good sword The Schollar on his Concubine doth look Vows he will have no Mistriss but his Book He call's it bigamy to sport and kiss Or marry any other Wife but this Out of his little senses he doth run To find the earth dancing about the Sun Man man too little or too much doth prize 'T is safe to love but not to Idolize Wife children lands descent from noble birth Titles of honor Demy-gods on earth Rather then fail abroad at home we find Millions of Images within the mind Neat Images carv'd out with curious art And all those flatt'ring Idolls of the heart As Cannon-bullets with impetuous force Cut through the air taking their violent course Not resting though they fly with eager wing Til they return to earth whence they did spring So man whose Soul 's a sparkle of that flame Breath'd by the Holy spirit whence it came Like Noahs dove can find no steddy footing Till it reenter where he had his rooting In the true ballance 't is most just and fit To give the Soul to him that framed it 'T will stand in no place but where it first grew 'T is general peace when Caesar hath his due This makes the IV to quarrell in great pain Strugling and striving to return again Into the only one pure element Their first dear mother where they have content This is the root of all their disagreeing Because they are not in their pristine being For which the universal frame doth mourn Groaning with sighs and panting to return Israel for forty years was try'd and tost But I could stay no longer in this coast This countrey could not win my approbation It look'd so like the land of desolation Where parching Southern winds do always blow Where Corn and grass was never known to grow For Canaan now wing'd with the rosy morn That holy land where my dear Prince was born I found those sweet and blessed habitations Were Joshua dwelt possest by barbarous nations King Davids greatness like a Dream was gone And all the gloryes of King Solomon Old Jacob said with grave and reverent brow The land thou seest it is not Canaan now Canaan a garden which the heavens did dress Is now become a barren wilderness Here in this land a Sun arose most bright Whose luster to the lower world gave light The Son of God the glory of each nation In flesh and blood took up his habitation To bless the world he from my loins did spring But he that was my Son is now my King Transplendent light seal'd with Jehovahs stamp My bastard children quench'd this glorious lamp This land which Prophets and Apostles nurst Is for their crying murthering crime accurst For which they are dispers'd in ev'ry part Would'st thou see Canaan 't is within thy heart This is King Davids Scepter and his throne This is the temple of King Solomon Vrim and Thummim seek and thou shalt find Holy of holies is within thy mind Wrestle with God as I did boldly wrestle Like some brave Souldier when he storms a Castle Or 's mounting up to some strong Cittadell Victorious faith doth conquer heaven and hell The fearfull coward meets with many a cross Returning from the battel still with loss Laodicea was reprov'd of old For her Lukewarmness neither hot nor cold In mine encounter I did boldly say I am resolv'd to die or win the day 'T is known through all the world I do not boast I did incounter with the Lord of host Who holdeth in his hand lightning and fire Till he had granted all I could desire I would not let him go but held him fast In my strong arm of confidence imbrac't In this power Labans craft I overcame Chang'd Esau's Lyon to a gentle lambe And in the vision which was clearly given Faith is the ladder which doth reach to heaven Earth link'd to heavenboth kingdoms comprehending Throne Angels swift ascending and descending 'T was not a mess of pottage rarely drest Cookt out with art to furnish Esau's feast All conquering faith begat that princely boy Give me the blessing which you now enjoy Promis'd to Abraham for

stronger by thy fall I 'le land thee on the sweet delightfull Shore The land of Peace whence thou canst fall no more Thou art my Virgin-bride I will assure thee With endless joys my heart shall be thy Dowry Treasures and pleasures of the greatest price With all the gloryes of sweet Paradice In mine infolded arms I●le gently take thee When all the world of slippery friends forsake thee The world doth love it self it 's own is dearest When it is furthest off then am I nearest When friendly death shall cut thy fatall clue Thine extream unction shall be Hallelue Death shall no Cobling nor no Bugbear be But a safe passage to felicity A friendly Ferry-man to waft thee o're Safe from all danger to th' Elysian shore What if he take this garment off that 's worn Withered with age with winters fury torn From mine own Wardrobe I will cloath my Dear With garment rich such as the Angels wear I 'le give thee Adams garment without spot When he was naked and yet knew it not Rivers of heavenly wine full to the brim Wherein the Prophets and Apostles swim Anthems of joy thy Soul for ever singing The Tree of life in thine own bosome springing With all the favours of my love I 'le grace thee With Doves and towring Eagles I will place thee With all the little lambs that know no guile With constant Martyrs that in death did smile With Cherubins and Seraphims inrol'd And all the princely Patriarchs of old VVith Abraham Isaac Jacob and the Quire That chant my praises on King Davids lyre And thou that dost delight in humble verse Poor homely strains my glory to rehearse Chanting my praise and Babels overthrow Shalt sing a new Song which thou dost not know Thy Ship hath sail'd on Seas where billows roar On thy right hand behold the pleasant shoar Now having run thy rude tempestuous race Thy travells end cast Anchor in this place This is the place of pleasure and delight Upon this Rock thy ne plus ultra write Set up thy Pillar here 't is holy ground This is the Rock which hell cannot confound My sleep unto its period now was come I wisht ' thad lasted till the day of doom The miracles I saw in this short Dream For some brave 〈◊〉 were a noble Theam Sweet flowing pens tears from all eyes compelling But mine perhaps hath spoyl'd the Tale in telling The Sight strange wonder and amazement drew For when I wak'd I found it to be true ITER Bevoriale I sing no civil war nor what did fall To Palmerine or Am●dis de gaul Prince Arthurs story shall no paper blot Nor the conceited pranks of Don Quixot If mad Orlando wild and furious be What 's his divine Angellica to me Rouze they that list the Lyon in his den A brisk and Bonny-Tale flows from my pen Like the idle dreams fanta●…ue Poets faign Or those fond Fables Midwives entertain Over a smiling cup of simpering Ale Of tall Tom Thumb and doughty Jack o' th' Vale. Now lend your ear as we from Belvoir came Own'd by a noble Lord and princely Dame All our discourse our welcome and our 〈◊〉 Our merry hearts light as our Purses were We had no ships at Sea to make us sad Lost in a tempest when the winds are mad We never did abuse the Commonweal By vertue of our place and the Broad Seal As some Land Pirates nor all down the hate And heavy curse of an incensed State We broach no projects no inventions brew Nor damn old Doctrine by inventing new Plunder the publick for our private gain Nor are we Spyes or Pentioners to Spain I hope it is no Treason then to sing And say God bless our Soveraign Lord the KING With such cleer Souls like sober Snails we creep To our desired Harbour where we sleep Sounder than Swallows or industrious Bees Who rest all winter in old hollow trees Sol now is climbing up the Eastern hill Our mornings-draught good boy and then a Bill 〈…〉 imis Sawee what Reck'ning have we here ●●m for Fire Tobacco wine and Beer Summa totalis Well the to'ther pot And then thy Mistriss lip shall cleer the shot So taking leave of ev'ry Chamberlain Lo at the door the Ghost of Tamberlain Of bulk as burly as an Oak stood forth A sturdy Gallant sailing from the North Fair Sirs said he will you be pleas'd to own A wandring Traveller that is unknown The ways are foul and we have far to ride He that 's alone doth measure ev'ry stride That in the tented field I have been bred Where winking Stars have lighted me to bed Circled with pale-fac'd Death on ev'ry side ●s such a truth that cannot be deny'd ●eap you the pleasure of my passed broils ●eed on my language and forget the miles To this in courtesie we did consent ●o up we got and on our Journey went To pay my love which he accounts a charge ●e draws the Picture of his life at large ●y Jove said he I more degrees have run Than Drake or Candish or the trav'ling Sun ●he proudest Kingdoms in the world have kist ●y wandring foot I have them in a list ●uina Madagascar and Japan ●ook in the Map the world is but a span ●e Globe a Foot-ball kickt from pole to pole ●e that hath Gold is sure to win the Goale ●y self first found the passage to Cathay ●●rra del Fogo and incognita ●hot the Gulph leapt o're the Line at noon ●hence passed to the new world in the moon ●he horrid battails O the dismall wars ●hat I have seen witness these speaking skars Which like so many gaping mouths appear ●nd I as bracelets on my limbs do wear ●s language was all Thunder when he spake ●…e thought the center of the earth did shake ●y Sanco panco much dejected Reeve ●●ke a pale Image pulls me by the sleeve ●●en whispers in mine ear good Sir be wise Do you not see those pistols in his eyes That shoot me dead are all thy spirits fled Where 's that grave Oracle that subtle head VVrapt in a Turbant Mahomet put on VVhen he did frame his foolish Alchoran Thy body too in more warm woollen clad Than thy great Grandsire courage then my Lad Intrench'd in thine own Pallisado ly And all the Instruments of death defy Gun Dagger Sword Grannado and Petar VVhat other engines by the Sons of war At hand devis'd for slaughter or aloof A wastcoteer so lin'd is Cannon-proof VVords are but wind the silly Swain was sick By nature and complexion Phlegmatick A trembling Palsy on his heart did sit Like one arrested with an Ague-fit At last kind Soul he weeps shaking his head VVith broken hollow voice Sir we are dead VVe are beset besieg'd by Sea and land And his companions in each corner stand Like forlorn Scouts see see y'on yonder hill I nothing see but Bushes and a Mill. O they are men it is in vain to fly And I alas am not