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A62937
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Annæ-dicata, or, A miscelaine of some different cansonets dedicated to the memory of my deceased, very dear wife, Anna Tooke of Beere.
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G. T. (George Tooke), 1595-1675.
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hair or Mathematick line They take immediate fire with bloud confuting Some to such honey-suckles sweet it turnes VVith often vowes that about every wight They twine themselves And some with lust so burns They deem each dirty cloud a Juno bright Nay yet again and further some it fuddles To senselesse Conduits only fit to pisse And to be pist against To monsters puddles And Statues many quadrat but for this Lo Pythagore lo here the transmigration Thou might'st have dreamt of for with brutish soul It thus imbroyles us Oaks of most elation With many blowes fall Reason so with bowls Up then ye base Borachioes call excesse But an infidious Circe but presaging A brutish transformation even no lesse Then of the soul it self and thus engaging Her everlasting blisse up keep a dyot Does ought kill soul and body both yes ryot A Divine Meditation VPON The Decease of those Noble LORDS under-named SO so let Babel Edom shoot like those In Harvest at our losse with mocks and Mowes Tell it in Gath thus adding deep to deep Worm wood to bitternesse yet God will keep His darling from the Dog can out of stones Raise Abraham children he that interpones So for his Church though Dorset Hamilton Southampton Oxford and Belfast be gone The way of flesh and bloud will sooner yet His covenant with day and night forget Then faile to Sion not the squalidest Sea-monsters but they gently draw the breast Suckling their young or if a mother can Forget her child yet God is love in grain Will vindicat his Turtle-Dove nay cover Her wings with Silver and her feathers over VVith yellow Gold Nor Babell be so perk At some thus of the temples carved work For sin deducted us we but with rods Thou shalt be whipt with Scorpions and in Gods Right hand there is a cup the dregs whereof Shall be thy portion Ahabs Ivory roofe And loe the Tirian Turrets built so high That Eagles at a lower random fly Nay even the gyants there in Sentinell Are lessen'd into * Ezekiel 27. 11. Gammadims must feel His line of vengeance who could so divide Out Succoth meete out Schechem and ô ride On prosperiously thou fairer far then men Girding thy sword thus for thy right hand then Shall teach thee terrible things shall thresh the horns Of our fierce Bullocks rabbid Unicorns Like wheat of Madmanah Ride on ride on Strengthning the feeble knees and every bone That thou hast broken still they shake the head Cry so so would we have it eate like bread Thy people up and then the late decease Of these heroick Lords diruted has As many of our Barres has made our breach More desperate ô be gracious then and reach Thy soveraigne flagons let no clouds returne After the rain and for stakes-out worne Thus in the service of thy Tabernacle Distribute thousands blesse ô blesse the tackle Of thy poor labouring Ark and crown her toyle VVith Ararat and her high places while Our mighty hunters despicably melt Like fat of Lambs or be like water spilt Nor to be gather'd up again else will Thine enemies blaspheme upbraiding still The promise of his comming I and say To day shall Jove it as did yesterday And in far greater measure bow thy ear Thou good and glorious Cherub-rider hear And answer us How long how long ô Lord O bare thine arme again ô draw thy sword The fatall Progresse HOw blessed is the man that well bethinks Him of his progresse here can nominate it A weary chain of time his steps the links And make his death the jewell hanging at it No step but does him fatally diminish And brings him a link neerer to his dust Time will that chain of his that progresse finish Deducting him by link and link at last To stench and ashes if we chance to start Some old old Tritavus whose iron strength Tugs it with time and toughly does support Him Nestors age his progress yet at length Has such a bottome link as rakes him up VVe have our bounders thus farr we may reach But go no further here we faint and stop Like the Sea billowes on the level beach O then be wise be wise since heaven I say Has magisterially prescrib'd and voted The tale of all our days and howers nay The beatings of our pulses summ'd and toted Prepare prepare be wise refining so The links the paces of thy terrene race As may by chimicall contaction know To deaurat each other and so dresse Up death it selfe the Pendant that from Cruell It may become thy deare and pretious jewell A brief Epitaph Payed to the Merit of my learned kinsman Mr. JOHN GREAVES deceased the 7 h of October 1652. THe man though truly quadrat yet with all Strange to relate complealty sphericall By such a noble heat engag'd For skill and parts as pilgrimag'd Him even to a Constantinople is thus named in the Eastern Countries Stambols mighty Port Thence bringing us the Turkish Court And then to great and glorious Cayer Exhibiting the Mummies there And other wonders This is he Here under sleeping Should there be Som Marble richly wrought and gilt In consequence upon him built Tush keep it rather for some wight Of meaner principles of light Inferior Actings and that under bids His Monument is made of b Of these he has left us a very punctuall desâ—ription PYRAMIDS The Widdows warning BE wise and take no churlish Clown Nor blend vvith flocks thy Thistle-down Choose not for out-side shun each lover But golden Ludgate like in cover The Ruffian that can sweare and swell And covenant with death and hell Prefer not nor the Fox that preyes In covert and in broken wayes Choose not for wealth where other things But passant are yet this has wings Nor any piece of Bombast choose That with his Place and Title sues Taking herein the greater care Because they now are chapmans ware Take not an husband by report Examine first his head his heart His Conscience pierce him to the Lees Mark how each joynt of his agrees And jumps with thine for if they vary The Priest that does your bodies marry But glewes a Potsheard In a word If thou canst marrow with a Bird Of thine own feather one whose wars Spirituall be whose aim is stars VVhose neatly timber'd limbs are lin'd VVith as polite as rich a mind This is the VVight and hast thee Jane To render him his rib againe The Tearless Epitaph of Mrs. Prudence Meredith a good soul in adefective body IN an uneasie room her soul was pent And had while here a hard imprisonment VVithin the body nor could Prudence but Rejoyce to leave her little crumpled knot Of flesh and bloud that narrow Goale of hers For such a relaxation as infers Eternall blessednesse as hopes a new Resurgent corps proportionably true In every lineament and of privation Of sorrow sicknesse death and mutulation Impassible I say she could not choose In faith and reason but avouch her woes Thus at an end but cheerly leave her breath And thus had Meredith a merry death OF PRAYER THE most pathetick richest language chosen To hang in eares of Emperours and Kings Is but a tinkling Cimball does but cousen The fancy for a while and then has wings Prayer heaped up and over does reply When other words but drop and droop and dy All other words retail but Saffron ware Are of an impotent a clamorus sound But Doe-littles but petty Chapmen are And Petty-foggers Whereas Prayer is found The Staple Merchant prosecuting even A Trade in grosse by whole-sale and for heaven 'T is of such efficac'e and with such store Of sacred pertinacie wrastles so Like zealous Jacob that it gives not o're But being blest without it lets not goe Prayer faith faith Christ Christ heaven to us demises And thus the Climax of our joy arises Who then will happy live and blest expire Both soul and body Temple-like imployes His Alter is his Heart his Zeal the Fire His soul the Priest and Prayer the Sacrifice Nor is it Bullocks having horns and hooves But of the Lips the heart that God approves Up therefore Reader let thy spirit feast It selfe with often Prayer submissly fall And like a Daniel thrice a day at least Thus feed thy soul or rather like a Paul Be praying alwayes 't is celestiall meat Up therefore Reader therefore up and eat A Second of the Same LOok as a Beggar by the high-wayes side Some little child does in her bosome take Hopeing though she her self may be deny'd Yet to get something for the Infants sake And as Themistocles when having done Admetus much displeasure many harms Sought not for grace but having first his Son His only Son infoulded in his arms So when thou prayest bring but thy Jesus by thee This Babe this Son and God will ne're deny thee FINIS