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A85876
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Chartæ scriptæ: or A new game at cards, call'd Play by the booke.
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Gayton, Edmund, 1608-1666.
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1645
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Wing G408; Thomason E309_19; ESTC R200422
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To the most VERTVOVS And therefore most ACCOMPLISH'D LADY the LADY V. M. MADAM THough other Cards passe here and there Vnder the name of Nicholas Benier'e And his Protections good unlesse it be From the Excise-man or Monopoly These cannot so A Grand Commission sits And every one's Exciser of our Wits Wherefore these Guardlesse Fancies humbly fly Into your Hands for sweet security All in one Suite that you would Deale them out And happily they then may go About Who will not say in ordinary kindnesse Deliver'd by Such Hands they 're Cartes Fines They may perchance the happy fortune get Of some New Fashion where the Ladies met And my good Ladies Dresse being lik'd and New All their good Ladiships to like it drew So may they Draw when you doe once begin At least for your Sake say Give 't me agen To the Ingenuous Reader A Directory to Play A Iove Principium So these Cards begin Perchance you 'l aske what Humour I was in To be so Pious when our Luck being Bad I should have sworne and with the Cards been mad It grieves me much to see the Game so plaid Sure there 's Foole Play some cheating I 'm afraid We dealt and Clubs were Trumpe and we had most And Ace and King to Boot and yet we lost * The Cards Morall This drove me into serious Thoughts and Things Of higher notions of Ace Queenes and Kings And there I found all well But you must have The truth All these are worsted by the Knave To keep him right I set a guard of Ten Ten goodly Precepts and Nine Valiant Men Beside I shew'd him what such tricks did wait In the first Worlds Correction Except Eight I shew him too to trust in Starres is silly His Grammar may as soon him save as Lilly But if he spent his Sixe dayes as he shu'd Himselfe would be as they And they were good Bid him his Senses use The Members Five His Senses are by them hee 'l Live and Thrive Then wroth said I ransack the Elements Never more wicked knave nor worse intents They will get all No Mr Peters wee Will keep our Threes Faith Hope and Charity And our two Twoo's Tam Foole. No more tricks vent We keep the Bible and the Sacrament To his Deare Friend the Author SOme men doe make no other use of Play But only This to passe the Time away As if that which we all complaine's too short Lingerd too long unlesse helpt on by sport But thou Deare Friend hast so contriv'd thy Pack That we might neither Time nor Pastime lack Who passes here his Time what e're they cost Shall say in using these there 's no Time lost THE INSPIRER To his Deare Friend the Author Upon His CHARTae SCRIPTae DEare Friend you make a dry dead stock to bring Forth fruits an offering for the highest King Heavens just Tribute or an Out-Rent due From all alike but only paid by You. You Digge up Vice Spades and stay it in the Root Beating downe sinne Clubs before it spring or shoot That Vertue Crown'd with glory may appeare In Diamonds Diamonds sparkling like the Starry Sphere Where every one exceeding farre all Art A Jewell makes and Beames of Grace doth Dart Into the Soul a Charm for every Sense As if inspir'd by some Intelligence Thus you have Pack'd the Cards and dealt the Game And by your Hearts Hearts well playd All Hearts you gaine To his most loving Friend the AUTHOR DEare Friend you chid me when I said your Pen Reviv'd BEN IOHNSON from his grave agen Tell me you Criticks I 'le be judg'd by you Can there 〈…〉 CHARTAE SCRIPTAE due They all agree it and with mee allow As large a Laurell to Empale thy Brow They thinke Tom Randall if alive would be Too weake a Gamester to play with Thee Since Iustice 〈…〉 Why should your Hate to your owne Fame be such If you 'le not be Commended leave to write So you 'le want 〈…〉 An Advertisement to the Vertuous LADIES DEale fairely Ladies 't is a Pack Of arrrant Knaves What is' t you lack 〈…〉 Men dare not see themselves in Print Hee is 〈◊〉 you something of the Price Wood-cocks and Wit pay no Excise And if he but your Favour Winnes In the next Pack you shall be Queenes ON CHARTAE SCRIPTAE WHat more Knaves yet Nay then we 're in our dumps For they 're still followed by the smaller Trumps Hang these Committee-men we 're so o're matcht An honest Tenne cant stirre but straight hee 's catcht But play not Booty let no Cards be seen And wee 'le win yet see here th' Ace King and Queen These are the leading ones if these ca'nt gett Ev'n throw the rest 〈◊〉 wee 'le sit by and Bett. To his Friend on his Ingenious CHARTAE SCRIPTAE COme my Deare Sister shall we have a Game The Cards are hallow'd now all but the name Here are Religious Kings and Queens we may Worke out Salvation while we seeme to Play Blest Reformation see how Grace gets in By th' very meanes which did intice to sin Now may in godly sort the Zealous mate Deale with a Brother yet Communicate They that forbad th'Prophaner Ace and Duce Should they see these they would command their Vse Virtue thus Conquers Vice by an unknowne way And Satan's beaten now at his owne Play What good may wee not hope for when we heare A Sermon Preach'd by Nicholas Benie're Incertus AUTHOR to his Anonymos Friends I Thank you Friends for your Conceits they 're witty But let 's remember Myndus was a Citty And had great gates whether it be Command Or Play it is the word no more I 'le stand CHARTAE SCRIPTAE The ACE Vnity ETernall One who mad'st and knowst our Hearts How wonderfull art thou whose formost parts No eye can see and live The Best of Things Doe homage unto thee even Queenes and Kings And though the word now worser meaning have Who was not borne thy vassall and thy Knave All Hearts are Open unto thee no shrowd To hide the low so Base Nor 〈◊〉 so proud To exalt the high thou lifrest up the low And down the proud do'st from their high Hearts throw The King of HEARTS NExt to th' Ace on the Earth the power of Kings Derivatively flowes as streames from Springs Pollute not then these chrystall waters no They must untouch'd to their owne Fountain flow So long as He pays duty to the Ace He will defend his delegated Place And though at Gleeke the Knave in Number be More then the King Yet the precedency Is given to him in play And Tom goes downe And do's his Crosse-legg'd homage to the Crowne The Queene of HEARTS ALas what fortune 's this â—here's not a Packe The glorious Card of All is gon we lacke The Queene nor will we a small Card suppose We thanke the Thistle that we want this Rose She 's gon to play a better game from parts That Forreigne