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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A15639	Faire-virtue, the mistresse of Phil'arete. Written by George Wither	Wither, George, 1588-1667.	1622 (1622)	STC 25903B; ESTC S120248	69,799	238

Dragon for the fruite of gold And made blacke Cerber●● the day behold These were his twelue stout Labours And they say With fifty Virgins in one night he lay If true it be t is thought he labourd more In that one act then in the twelue before Being 〈◊〉 by a Gentleman in his Dining-roome where was nothing but a Map of England to entertaine him he thus turned it into Verse FAire England in the bosome of the Seas Amid her two and fiftie Prouinces Sits like a glorious Empresse whose rich Throne Great Nymphes of honor come to wayt vpon First in the height of brauery appeares Kent East and South and Middle-Saxon Shires Next Surry Barkshire and Southampton get With Dorcet VVilton and rich Sommerset Then Deuon with the Cornish Promontory Gloster and VVorster faire Sabrinas glory Then Salope Suffolke Northfolke large and faire Oxford and Cambridge that thrice learned paire Then Lincolne Darby Yorkeshire Nottingham Northamption VVarwick Stafford Buckingham Chester and Lancaster with Heards well stord Huntingdon Hartford Rutland Hereford Then Princely Durham Bedford Leister and Northumber Cumber and cold VVestmerland Braue English shires with whom lou'd equally Welch Munmouth Rad●or and Mountgomery Adde all the glory to her T●aine they can So doth Glamorgan Breckn●● Cardigan Caernaruan Denbigh 〈◊〉 Shire With Anglesey which ore the sea doth reare Her● lofty head And with the first though last Flint Pembrooke and Carmarthen might be pla●● For all of these vnto their power maintaine Their Mistrisse England with a royall Traine Yea for Supporters at each hand hath she The VVight and Man that two braue Ilands be From these I to the Scottish Nymphes had iorny'd But that my Friend was backe againe returned Who hauing kindly brought me to his home Alone did leaue me in his Dining Rome Where I was faine and glad I had the hap To begg an entertainment of his Map An Epitaph vpon the Right Vertuous Lady the Lady SCOTT LEt none suppose this Relique of the Iust as here wrapt vp to perish in the dust No like best 〈◊〉 her time she fully stood Then being growne in Faith and ripe in Good With stedfast hope that shee another day Should rise with Christ with Dea●h here downe she lay And that each part which Her in life had grac't Preseru'd might be and meet againe at last The Poore the Worl● the Heauens and the Graue Her Almes her Praise her Soule her Body haue An Epitaph vpon a Woman and her Child buried together in the same Graue BEneath this Marble Stone doth lye ●he Subiect of Deaths Tyranny A Mother who in this close Tombe Sleepes with the issue of her wombe Though cruelly enclinde was he And with the fruit shooke downe the Tree Yet was his cruelty in vaine For Tree and Fruit shall spring againe A Christmas Carroll SO now is come our ioyfulst Feast Let euery man be iolly Each Roome with Yuie leaues is drest And euery Post with Holly Though some Churles at our mirth repine Round your forheads Garlands twine Drowne sorrow in a Cup of Wine And let vs all be merry Now all our Neighbours Chimneys smoke And Christmas blocks are burning The Ouens they with bakt meats choke And all their Spits are turning Without the doore let sorrow lie And if for cold it hap to die Wee le bury't in a Christmas Pye And euermore be merry Now euery Lad is wondrous trimm And no man minds his Labour Our Lasses haue prouided them A Bag-pipe and a Tabor Young men and Mayds and Girles Boyes Ciue life to one ano● hers Ioyes And you anon shall by their noyse Perceiue that they are merry Ranke Misers now doe sparing shun Their Hall of Musicke soundeth And Dogs thence with whole shoulders run So all things there aboundeth The Countrey-folke themselues aduance For Crowdy-Mutton's come out of France And Iack shall pipe and Iyll shall daunce And all the Towne be merry Ned Swash hath fetcht his Bands from pawne And all his best Apparell Brisk Nell hath bought a Ruffe of Lawne With droppings of the Barrell And those that hardly all the yeare Had Bread to eat or Raggs to weare Will haue both Clothes and daintie fare And all the day be merry Now poore men to the Iustices With Capons make their arrants And if they hap to faile of these They plague them with their Warrants But now they feed them with good cheere And what they want they take in Beere For Christmas comes but once a yeare And then they shall be merry Good Farmours in the Countrey nurse The poore that else were vndone Some Land-lords spend their money worse On Lust and Pride at London There the Roysters they doe play Drabb and Dice their Landt away Which may be ours another day And therefore le ts be merry The Clyent now his suit forbeares The Prisoners heart is eased The Debtor drinks away his cares And for the time is pleased Though others Purses be more fat Why should we pine or grieue at that Hang sorrow care will kill a Cat. And therefore le ts be merry Harke how the Wagges abrode doe call Each other foorth to rambling Anon you le see them in the Hall For Nutts and Apples scambling Harke how the Roofes with laughters sound Annon they 'l thinke the house goes round For they the Sellars depth haue found And there they will be merry The VVenches with their Wassell-Bowles About the Streets are singing The Boyes are come to catch the Owles The Wild-mare in is bringing Our Kitchin-Boy hath broke his Boxe And to the dealing of the Oxe Our honest neighbours come by flocks And here they will be merry Now Kings and Queenes poore Sheep-cotes haue And mate with euery body The honest now may play the knaue And wise men play at Noddy Some Youths will now a Mumming goe Some others play at Rowland-hoe And twenty other Gameboyes moe Because they will be merry Then wherefore in these merry daies Should we I pray be duller No let vs sing some Roundelayes To make our mirth the fuller And wh●lest thus inspir'd we sing Let all the Streets with ecchoes ring Woods and Hills and euery thing Beare witnesse we are merry An Epitaph vpon the Porter of a PRISON HEre lye the bones of him that was of late A Churlish Porter of a Prison gate Death many an euening at his lodging knockt But could not take him for the dore was lockt Yet at a Tauerne late one night he found him And getting him into the seller drownd him On which the world that stil the worst is thinking Reports abroad that he was kild with drinking Yet let no Prisoner whether Thiefe or Debtor Reioyce as if his fortune were the better Their sorrows likely to be nere the shorter The Warden liues though death hath took the Porter A Sennet vpon a stolne Kisse NOw gentle sleepe hath closed vp those eyes Which waking kept my boldest thoughts in awe And f●eeaccesse vnto that sweet lip lies From whence I