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A13526
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A whippe for worldlings or The centre of content
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Taylor, Stephen, fl. 1637.
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1637
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STC 23818; ESTC S111398
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sing nor court nor play On lute or violl or on that they say Arion did repay the Dolphines loue VVhat then my Doll this must thy thoughts not moue These complete youths vvhen they haue spent their ' states May goe and scrape in consort vvith their mates My pretty girle thy mother vvell did knovve O giue mee aqua vitae else I goe To meet her in Elysium for her name Makes sodaine cold to runne through every veine I say she knevv good Creature hovv that I Though ne'r instructed in such fopperie Could play my part and frisking skippe about The merrie Maypole till I her cull'd out From ' mongst the route those vvere the happy daies VVe vvere not then so nice so coy vvhat saies My darling hovv gippe gossip hoe Are you so proud novv grovvne vvell you shall knovve That I your Father am ha's he no vvit He cannot speake nor looke nor goe nor sit VVhat though he cannot vvrite nor read a letter Is not than all of these his meanes much better One casts her self away in best of age Vpon a cree ping goate meerly for gage And daignes that rotten bulke to cull kisse And smiling tells him he Adonis is VVhen as his toothles gummes his restles cough She hates in heart and privately does scoffe Is he not vvel at ease O then she cries My dearest Lord my all-delight my joyes VVhere is your paine tell mee vvhere lies your smart I need not aske I feele it at my heart So doe vve Symphathize O I could rend The haire from of my head but to vvhat end All vvill not help good Sir consider vvell Be fore your death your poorer freinds that dvvell In the next village for they haue children small And little meanes God knovves to help vvithall For mee there'l be enough I am but one And vvhen you die vvith mee the vvorld is gone Or if that care you doe impose on mee My loue to you in them the vvorld shall see Novv ha's she vvonne him straight he does enfeoft Her in his vvhole estate and nothing's left Vndone but to enioy yet him recover'd In mind she cannot brooke but undiscover'd Covers vvith vaile of false dy'd joy he Ravish'd thervvith seemes novv in heaven to be But yet for her this vvind no haver shakes For more content some other shifte she makes Fall backe fall edge man ha's no perfect povver If not as vvife she 'l haue it as a Nor the endovvments rare of largest mind In Ethicles to vertues lore inclin'd Nor yet his personage admired grace Nor honours due moue Lycia faire an ace VVith the same sauce too is Melissus seru'd Passius his dish delighted in ha's caru'd For he vvas rich his father left him heire Of all his goods basenes to an haire But those Heroicke spirits right Noble brests True glories darlings Pallas delighted ghests The Muses favourites base earth disdaines And all those tempting trifles from her veines Suck'd by her leane-chopd slaues their eyes are bent Vpon the mind not these goods contingent Nor painted vveeds bigge lookes affected gate Of Pluto's gorgeous sonnes infatuate Their sounder judgments but vvhere vertue cleare Or any parts deserving shall appeare Though clad in ragges coverd vvith the scorne Of fortunes butterflies seeming forlorne Them they vvill honour and respect much more Than thousand Braggadocho's nam'd before Not meanes but men not state but studies deepe Not pride but fruitfull lore their favours keepe VVhat though the vpstart gallants of these times Mounted aloft by Parents damned crimes Spreading their tailes as Peacockes thee deride VVith obscure house base blood on either side Forgetting vvhat their fathers vvere and hovv They purchas'd that of vvhich they vaunt so novv One by long suite and some small feeling by Vnto the favour'd of his Majestie In forraigne service or last expedition Or else at home in one less-lou'd Commission Procur'd an office vvhen he so vvell did licke His fingers that his sonnes doe find it sticke Still by their ribbes Another ha's suck'd drie Three better gentlemen that dvvelt him by Their charge vvas great large debts they had to pay The times vvere hard their tenants begg'd delay In paiment of their rents so they much strain'd Made use of this their neighbour vvhen he gain'd His hearts desire then he himself does bless Hugging his fortune and vvish'd happiness VVith countenance compos'd long dravvne speech After excuse his mony vvill not reach Vnto so high a summe he lets them knovve But glad vvould be if that he could but shovve In that or any service his affection deare VVhich he to them and theirs did ever beare vvell they 'l make shifte then vvith vvhat he can spare And one vpon his sonne bestovves a mare In token of acceptance Sr. forbeare Your bountie's vnderseru'd he sha'nt I svveare vvell I must rest your debtor yet Sr I pray That this your morgage may be seal'd to day For vve are mortall all knovve not vvhen Our living souls shall leave their fleshie den His vvill obtain'd by reasons large alledg'd All deemes he as his ovvne for surely vvedg'd He finds himself in their estates and plods Novv hovv to set them that vvere freinds at odds He knovves that lavvyers loadstones are they 'l looke VVhat fish there comes to net by hooke or crooke To make their prize than vvhich he seekes not more He payes not great that cannot lesser score Nor can he much that is not vvorld before In fine possession he ha's got holds This is their glorie this their heart embolds Another vvas Protector to a child His kinsman neare of nature good and mild For love of vvhose great Fortunes he does send To some part farre remote his daies to spend Telling him travells much enrich the mind And the affections rude in order bind VVhen counsell he ha's got of Doctors graue VVho told him plainely there 's no hope to saue His life if thither he his course doe steare VVhich as his natures antype doth appeare If this tricke misse his braine affords one more Prosper not that he finds out yet a score For die he must his thoughts can have no rest Till of those goods lands he be possess'd Vnnam'd there rests one yet vvho knevv full vvell For vvhich he hovvles novv ' mongst the feinds in hell To raise himself and gaine a noted name By being Authour of his daughters shame She vvas a comely creature in vvhose face All men vvould say beautie sate link'd vvith grace Too svveet a girle so base a Sire to have Better for her if th' vvombe had bene her grave He plaies the Pander vvhat 's her part you 'l judge But this is to a Lord that vvill not grudge Nor stand to question his demands but grant VVhat he in fevvest vvords pretends to vvant May not these outsides then vvell boast of blood Of honour'd stocke of house as old as Lud But let me leave such froathes shadovves vaine Leading my Muse to our