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022:01,000[' ]| 022:01,000[' ]| <\The Royalist\> 022:01,000[' ]| 022:01,000[' ]| <1> 022:01,001[A ]| Come, pass about the bowl to me, 022:01,002[A ]| A health to our distressed King; 022:01,003[A ]| Though we're in hold, let cups go free, 022:01,004[A ]| Birds in a cage may freely sing. 022:01,005[A ]| The ground does tipple healths apace, 022:01,006[A ]| When stormes do fall, and shall not we? 022:01,007[A ]| A sorrow dares not shew it's face, 022:01,008[A ]| When we are ships and sack's the sea. 022:01,000[' ]| <2> 022:01,009[A ]| Pox on this grief, hang wealth, let's sing, 022:01,010[A ]| Shall's kill our*selves for fear of death? 022:01,011[A ]| We'l live by th'aire which songs doth bring, 022:01,012[A ]| Our sighing does but wast our breath. 022:01,013[A ]| Then let us not be discontent, 022:01,014[A ]| Nor drink a glass the lesse of Wine; 022:01,015[A ]| In vain they'l think their plagues are spent, 022:01,016[A ]| When once they see we don't repine. 022:01,000[' ]| <3> 022:01,017[A ]| We do not suffer here alone, 022:01,018[A ]| Though we are beggar'd, so's the King, 022:01,019[A ]| 'Tis sin t'have wealth, when he has none, 022:01,020[A ]| Tush! poverty's a Royal thing! 022:01,021[A ]| When we are larded well with drink, 022:01,022[A ]| Our heads shall turn as round as theirs, 022:01,023[A ]| Our feet shall rise, our bodies sink 022:01,024[A ]| Clean down the wind, like Caveliers. 022:01,000[' ]| <4> 022:01,025[A ]| Fill this unnatural quart with sack, 022:01,026[A ]| Nature all vacuums doth decline, 022:01,027[A ]| Our*selves will be a Zodiack, 022:01,028[A ]| And every mouth shall be a sign. 022:01,029[A ]| Me*thinks the Travels of the glasse, 022:01,030[A ]| Are circular like \Plato's\ year, 022:01,031[A ]| Where every*thing is as it was; 022:01,032[A ]| Let's tipple round; and so 'tis here. 022:02,000[' ]| 022:02,000[' ]| <\The Commoners\> 022:02,000[' ]| 022:02,000[' ]| <1> 022:02,001[A ]| Come your wayes 022:02,002[A ]| Bonny Boyes 022:02,003[A ]| Of the Town, 022:02,004[A ]| For now is your time or never, 022:02,005[A ]| Shall your fears 022:02,006[A ]| Or your cares 022:02,007[A ]| Cast you down? 022:02,008[A ]| Hang your wealth 022:02,009[A ]| And your health, 022:02,010[A ]| Get renown, 022:02,011[A ]| We all are undone for*ever. 022:02,012[A ]| Now the King and the crown 022:02,013[A ]| Are tumbling down, 022:02,014[A ]| And the realm doth groan with disasters, 022:02,015[A ]| And the scum of the land, 022:02,016[A ]| Are the men that command, 022:02,017[A ]| And our slaves are become our masters. 022:02,000[' ]| <2> 022:02,018[A ]| Now our lives 022:02,019[A ]| Children, wives 022:02,020[A ]| And Estate, 022:02,021[A ]| Are a prey to the lust and plunder, 022:02,022[A ]| To the rage 022:02,023[A ]| Of our age. 022:02,024[A ]| And the fate 022:02,025[A ]| Of our land 022:02,026[A ]| Is at hand, 022:02,027[A ]| 'Tis too late 022:02,028[A ]| To tread these Usurpers under. 022:02,029[A ]| First down goes the crown, 022:02,030[A ]| Then follows the gown, 022:02,031[A ]| Thus levell'd are we by the Roundhead, 022:02,032[A ]| While Church and State must 022:02,033[A ]| Feed their pride and their lust, 022:02,034[A ]| And the Kingdom and King confounded. 022:02,000[' ]| <3> 022:02,035[A ]| Shall we still 022:02,036[A ]| Suffer ill 022:02,037[A ]| And be dumb? 022:02,038[A ]| And let every Varlet undo us? 022:02,039[A ]| Shall we doubt 022:02,040[A ]| Of each Lowt, 022:02,041[A ]| That doth come, 022:02,042[A ]| With a voice 022:02,043[A ]| Like the noise 022:02,044[A ]| Of a Drum, 022:02,045[A ]| And a sword or a Buffe-coate to us? 022:02,046[A ]| Shall we lose our estates 022:02,047[A ]| By plunder and rates 022:02,048[A ]| To bedeck those proud upstarts that swagger? 022:02,049[A ]| Rather fight for your meat, 022:02,050[A ]| Which these Locusts do eat, 022:02,051[A ]| Now every man's a beggar. 022:03,000[' ]| 022:03,000[' ]| <\The Pastorall\> 022:03,000[' ]| 022:03,000[' ]| <1> 022:03,001[A ]| Where \England's Damon\ us'd to keep, 022:03,002[A ]| In peace and awe, his flocks 022:03,003[A ]| Who fed, not fed upon, his sheep, 022:03,004[A ]| There Wolves and Tygres now do prey, 022:03,005[A ]| There Sheep are slain, and Goats do sway, 022:03,006[A ]| There raigns the subtle Fox 022:03,007[A ]| While the poor Lamkins weep. 022:03,000[' ]| <2> 022:03,008[A ]| The Laurell's garland which before 022:03,009[A ]| Circled his brows about, 022:03,010[A ]| The spotlesse coat which once he wore, 022:03,011[A ]| The sheep-hook which he us'd to sway, 022:03,012[A ]| And pipe whereon he lov'd to play, 022:03,013[A ]| Are seiz'd on by the rout, 022:03,014[A ]| And must be us'd no more. 022:03,000[' ]| <3> 022:03,015[A ]| Poor Swain how thou lament'st to see 022:03,016[A ]| Thy flocks o're-rul'd by those 022:03,017[A ]| That serve thy Cattle all like thee, 022:03,018[A ]| Where hatefull vice usurps the Crown, 022:03,019[A ]| And Loyalty is trodden down; 022:03,020[A ]| Down skrip and sheephook goes, 022:03,021[A ]| When Foxes Shepheards be. 022:04,000[' ]| 022:04,000[' ]| <\A Mock-song\> 022:04,001[A ]| Hang up \Mars\ 022:04,002[A ]| And his wars, 022:04,003[A ]| Give us drink, 022:04,004[A ]| We'l tiple my Lads together; 022:04,005[A ]| Those are slaves, 022:04,006[A ]| Fools and knaves, 022:04,007[A ]| That have chink, 022:04,008[A ]| And must pay, 022:04,009[A ]| For what they say, 022:04,010[A ]| Do, or think, 022:04,011[A ]| Good fellows accompt for neither; 022:04,012[A ]| Be we round, be we square, 022:04,013[A ]| We are happier than they're 022:04,014[A ]| Whose dignity works their ruine, 022:04,015[A ]| He that well the bowl rears, 022:04,016[A ]| Can baffle his cares, 022:04,017[A ]| And a fig for death, or undoing. 022:05,000[' ]| 022:05,000[' ]| <\The Trouper\> 022:05,000[' ]| <1> 022:05,001[A ]| Come, come, let us drink, 022:05,002[A ]| 'Tis in vain to think, 022:05,003[A ]| Like fools on grief or sadness; 022:05,004[A ]| Let our money fly 022:05,005[A ]| And our sorrows die, 022:05,006[A ]| All worldly care is madness; 022:05,007[A ]| But sack and good cheer 022:05,008[A ]| Will in spite of our fear, 022:05,009[A ]| Inspire our souls with gladness. 022:05,000[' ]| <2> 022:05,010[A ]| Let the greedy clowns 022:05,011[A ]| That do live, like hounds, 022:05,012[A ]| And know neither bound nor measure, 022:05,013[A ]| Lament each loss, 022:05,014[A ]| For their wealth is their cross, 022:05,015[A ]| Whose delight is in their treasure, 022:05,016[A ]| But we that have none, 022:05,017[A ]| Will use theirs as our own, 022:05,018[A ]| And spend it at our pleasure. 022:05,000[' ]| <3> 022:05,019[A ]| Troul about the bowl, 022:05,020[A ]| The delight of my soul, 022:05,021[A ]| And to my hand commend it. 022:05,022[A ]| A fig for chink 022:05,023[A ]| 'Twas made to buy drink, 022:05,024[A ]| Before that we go we'l end it; 022:05,025[A ]| When we've spent our store, 022:05,026[A ]| The land will yield us more, 022:05,027[A ]| And jovially we will spend it. 022:06,000[' ]| 022:06,000[' ]| <\The Good-fellow\> 022:06,000[' ]| <1> 022:06,001[A ]| Stay, stay, shut the gate, 022:06,002[A ]| T' other quart, faith it is not so late, 022:06,003[A ]| As you're thinking, 022:06,004[A ]| Those Stars which you see, 022:06,005[A ]| In this hemisphere be 022:06,006[A ]| But the studs in your cheeks by your drinking. 022:06,007[A ]| The sun's gone to tipple all night in the sea boyes, 022:06,008[A ]| Tomorrow he'l blush that he's paler then we boyes, 022:06,009[A ]| Drink wine, give him water, 'tis sack makes us the boyes. 022:06,000[' ]| <2> 022:06,010[A ]| Fill, fill up the glass, 022:06,011[A ]| To the next merry Lad let it passe, 022:06,012[A ]| Come away w'it; 022:06,013[A ]| Come set foot to foot, 022:06,014[A ]| And but give your mindes to't, 022:06,015[A ]| 'Tis heretical six, that doth slay wit. 022:06,016[A ]| No \helicon\ like to the juce of the Vine is, 022:06,017[A ]| For \Phaebus\ had never had wit, or diviness, 022:06,018[A ]| Had his face not bin bow-dy'd as thine, his, and mine is. 022:06,000[' ]| <3> 022:06,019[A ]| Drink, drink off your bowls, 022:06,020[A ]| We'l enrich both our heads and our soules 022:06,021[A ]| With Canary, 022:06,022[A ]| And carbuncled face 022:06,023[A ]| Saves a tedious race, 022:06,024[A ]| For the \Indies\ about us we carry. 022:06,025[A ]| Then hang up good faces, we'l drink till our noses, 022:06,026[A ]| Give freedom to speak what our fancy disposes; 022:06,027[A ]| Beneath whose protection is \under the Roses\. 022:06,000[' ]| <4> 022:06,028[A ]| This, this must go round, 022:06,029[A ]| Off w' your hats, till the pavement be crown'd 022:06,030[A ]| With yoor beavers. 022:06,031[A ]| A red-coated face 022:06,032[A ]| Frights a Sergeant at mace, 022:06,033[A ]| And the Constable trembles to shivers. 022:06,034[A ]| In state march our faces like those of the Quorum, 022:06,035[A ]| When the wenches fall down and the vulgar adore 'um, 022:06,036[A ]| And our noses, like Linkboyes, run shining before 'um. 022:06,000[' ]| 022:07,000[' ]| 022:07,000[' ]| <\The Answer\> 022:07,000[' ]| 022:08,000[' ]| 022:08,000[' ]| <\The Answer\> 022:08,000[' ]| <1> 022:08,001[A ]| Stay, stay, prate no more, 022:08,002[A ]| Least thy brain, like thy purse run o'th' score 022:08,003[A ]| Though thou strain'st it, 022:08,004[A ]| Those are Traytors in grain 022:08,005[A ]| That of sack do complain, 022:08,006[A ]| And rail by 'ts own power against it. 022:08,007[A ]| Those Kingdoms and Crows which your poetry pities, 022:08,008[A ]| Are fain by the pride and hypocrisy of Cities, 022:08,009[A ]| And not by those brains that love sack and good dities. 022:08,010[A ]| The King and his progeny had kept 'um from sinking, 022:08,011[A ]| Had they had no worse foes, then the Lads that love drinking, 022:08,012[A ]| We that tipple ha'no leisure for plotting or thinking. 022:08,000[' ]| <2> 022:08,013[A ]| He, he is an Asse 022:08,014[A ]| That doth throw down himself with a glass 022:08,015[A ]| Of Canary; 022:08,016[A ]| He that's quiet will think 022:08,017[A ]| Much the better of drink, 022:08,018[A ]| 'Cause the cups made the camp to miscarry. 022:08,019[A ]| You whore though we tipple, and there my friend you lie, 022:08,020[A ]| Your sports did determine in the month before July, 022:08,021[A ]| There's less fraud in plain \dam me\, then your sly \by my truly\, 022:08,022[A ]| 'Tis sack makes our bloods both the purer and warmer, 022:08,023[A ]| We need not your priest or the feminine charmer, 022:08,024[A ]| For a bowl of Canary's a whole suite of armour. 022:08,000[' ]| <3> 022:08,025[A ]| Hold, hold, not so fast, 022:08,026[A ]| Tipple on, for there is no such hast 022:08,027[A ]| To be going; 022:08,028[A ]| We drowning may fear, 022:08,029[A ]| But your end will be there 022:08,030[A ]| Where there is neither swiming nor rowing. 022:08,031[A ]| We are Gamsters alike, and our stakes were both down boyes, 022:08,032[A ]| But Fortune did favour you being her own boyes, 022:08,033[A ]| And who would not venture a cast for a crown boyes? 022:08,034[A ]| Since we wear the right colours he the worst of our foes is, 022:08,035[A ]| That goes to traduce us and fondly supposes 022:08,036[A ]| That \Cromwel\ is an enemy to sack and red noses. 022:08,000[' ]| <4> 022:08,037[A ]| Then, then quaff it round, 022:08,038[A ]| No deceit in a brimmer is found, 022:08,039[A ]| Here's no swearing, 022:08,040[A ]| Beer and Ale makes you prate 022:08,041[A ]| Of the Kirk and the State 022:08,042[A ]| Wanting other discourse worth the hearing. 022:08,043[A ]| This strumpets your Muses, to ballad or flatter 022:08,044[A ]| Or raile, and your betters will froth to bespatter, 022:08,045[A ]| And your talk's all diurnals and Gunpowder matter: 022:08,046[A ]| But we while old sack does divinely inspire us 022:08,047[A ]| Are active to do what our Rulers require us, 022:08,048[A ]| And attempt such exploits as the world shall admire us. 022:09,000[' ]| 022:09,000[' ]| <\The Levellers rant\> 022:09,000[' ]| 022:09,000[' ]| <1> 022:09,001[A ]| To the \Hall\, to the \hall\, 022:09,002[A ]| For justice we call, 022:09,003[A ]| On the King and his pow'rful adherents and friends, 022:09,004[A ]| Who still have endeavoured, but we work their ends. 022:09,005[A ]| 'Tis we will pull down what e're is above us, 022:09,006[A ]| And make them to fear us, that never did love us, 022:09,007[A ]| We'l level the proud and make every degree, 022:09,008[A ]| To our Royalty bow the knee, 022:09,009[A ]| 'Tis no lesse then treason, 022:09,010[A ]| 'Gainst freedom and Reason 022:09,011[A ]| For our brethren to be higher then we. 022:09,000[' ]| <2> 022:09,012[A ]| First the thing, call'd a King, 022:09,013[A ]| To judgment we bring, 022:09,014[A ]| And the spawn of the court, that were prouder then he, 022:09,015[A ]| And next the two Houses united shall be, 022:09,016[A ]| It does to the Romish religion enveagle, 022:09,017[A ]| For the State to be twoheaded like the spread-eagle. 022:09,018[A ]| We'l purge the superfluous members away, 022:09,019[A ]| They are too many Kings to sway, 022:09,020[A ]| And as we all teach, 022:09,021[A ]| 'Tis our Liberties breach, 022:09,022[A ]| For the Freeborn Saints to obey. 022:09,000[' ]| <3> 022:09,023[A ]| Not a Claw, in the Law, 022:09,024[A ]| Shall keep us in aw; 022:09,025[A ]| We'l have no cushon-cuffers to tell us of hell, 022:09,026[A ]| For we are all giften to do it as well, 022:09,027[A ]| 'Tis freedom that we do hold forth to the Nation 022:09,028[A ]| To enjoy our fellow-creatures as at the creation; 022:09,029[A ]| The Carnal mens wives are for men of the spirit, 022:09,030[A ]| Their wealth is our own by merit, 022:09,031[A ]| For we that have right, 022:09,032[A ]| By the Law called Might, 022:09,033[A ]| Are the Saints that must judge and inherit. 022:10,000[' ]| 022:10,000[' ]| <\The New-Courtier\> 022:10,000[' ]| 022:10,000[' ]| <1> 022:10,001[A ]| Since it must be so, 022:10,002[A ]| Then so let it go, 022:10,003[A ]| Let the Giddy-brain's times turn round, 022:10,004[A ]| Since we have no King, let the goblet be crown'd, 022:10,005[A ]| Our Monarchy thus we'l recover; 022:10,006[A ]| While the pottles are weeping, 022:10,007[A ]| We'l drench our sad souls 022:10,008[A ]| In big-bellyed bowles, 022:10,009[A ]| Our sorrows in sack shall ly sleeping, 022:10,010[A ]| And we'l drink till our eyes do run over. 022:10,011[A ]| And prove it by reason 022:10,012[A ]| That it can be no Treason 022:10,013[A ]| To drink and to sing 022:10,014[A ]| A mournival of healths to our new-crown'd King. 022:10,000[' ]| <2> 022:10,015[A ]| Let us all stand bare, 022:10,016[A ]| In the presence we are, 022:10,017[A ]| Let our noses like bonfires shine, 022:10,018[A ]| Instead of the Conduits, let the pottles run wine, 022:10,019[A ]| To perfect this new Coronation, 022:10,020[A ]| And we that are loyal, 022:10,021[A ]| In drink, shall be peers. 022:10,022[A ]| While that face, that wears 022:10,023[A ]| Pure Claret, lookes like the blood-royal 022:10,024[A ]| And out-stares the Bores of the Nation, 022:10,025[A ]| In sign of obedience, 022:10,026[A ]| Our oathes of allegiance 022:10,027[A ]| Beer-glasses shall be, 022:10,028[A ]| And he that tipples ten 's of the Nobility. 022:10,000[' ]| <3> 022:10,029[A ]| But if in this raign, 022:10,030[A ]| The Halberted train 022:10,031[A ]| Or the Constable should rebel, 022:10,032[A ]| And should make their twybill'd militia to swell, 022:10,033[A ]| And against the Kings party raise armes, 022:10,034[A ]| Then the Drawers like Yeomen 022:10,035[A ]| Of the Guard, with quart-pots, 022:10,036[A ]| Shall fuddle the sotts, 022:10,037[A ]| While we make 'um both cuckolds and freemen, 022:10,038[A ]| And on their wives beat up alarums. 022:10,039[A ]| Thus as each health passes, 022:10,040[A ]| We'l tripple the glasses, 022:10,041[A ]| And hold it no sin, 022:10,042[A ]| To be loyal and drink in defence of our King. 022:11,000[' ]| 022:11,000[' ]| <\The Safety\> 022:11,000[' ]| 022:11,000[' ]| <1> 022:11,001[A ]| Since it has been lately enacted high Treason, 022:11,002[A ]| For a man to speak truth of the heads of the state, 022:11,003[A ]| Let every wise man make use of his reason, 022:11,004[A ]| See and hear what he can, but take heed what he prate. 022:11,005[A ]| For the proverbs do learn us, 022:11,006[A ]| \He that stayes from the battail sleeps in a whole skin,\ 022:11,007[A ]| \And our words are our own, if we can keep 'um in,\ 022:11,008[A ]| What fools are we then, that to prattle begin 022:11,009[A ]| Of things that do not concern us? 022:11,000[' ]| <2> 022:11,010[A ]| Let the three kingdoms fall to one of the prime ones, 022:11,011[A ]| My mind is a Kingdom and shall be to me, 022:11,012[A ]| I could make it appear, if I had but the time once, 022:11,013[A ]| I'm as happy with one, as he can be with three, 022:11,014[A ]| If I could but injoy it. 022:11,015[A ]| He that's mounted on high, is a mark for the hate 022:11,016[A ]| And the envy of every pragmatical pate, 022:11,017[A ]| While he that creeps low, lives safe in his state, 022:11,018[A ]| And greatness doth scorne to anoy it. 022:11,000[' ]| <3> 022:11,019[A ]| I am never the better which side gets the battel, 022:11,020[A ]| The Tubs or the Crosses what is it to me? 022:11,021[A ]| They'l never increase my goods or my cattle, 022:11,022[A ]| But a beggar's a beggar and so he shall be, 022:11,023[A ]| Unless he turn Traytor. 022:11,024[A ]| Let Misers take courses to heap up their treasure, 022:11,025[A ]| Whose lust has no limits, whose mind has no measure, 022:11,026[A ]| Let me be but quiet and take a little pleasure. 022:11,027[A ]| And little contents my nature. 022:11,000[' ]| <4> 022:11,028[A ]| My petition shall be that Canary be cheaper, 022:11,029[A ]| W'thout patent or custom or cursed excise; 022:11,030[A ]| That the Wits may have leave to drink deeper and deeper 022:11,031[A ]| And not be undone, while their heads they baptise 022:11,032[A ]| And in liquor do drench 'um. 022:11,033[A ]| If this were but granted, who would not desire, 022:11,034[A ]| To dub himself one of \Appollo's\ own quire? 022:11,035[A ]| We'l ring out the bells, when our noses are on fire 022:11,036[A ]| And the quarts shall be the buckets to quench 'um. 022:11,000[' ]| <5> 022:11,037[A ]| I account him no wit, that is gifted at rayling, 022:11,038[A ]| And flirting at those that above him do sit, 022:11,039[A ]| While they do out*wit him, with whipping and goaling, 022:11,040[A ]| Then his purse and his person both pay for his wit; 022:11,041[A ]| 'Tis better to be drinking. 022:11,042[A ]| If sack were reform'd into Twelvepence a quart, 022:11,043[A ]| I'ld study for money to merchandize for't, 022:11,044[A ]| And a friend that is true, we together will sport. 022:11,045[A ]| Not a word, but we'l pay them with thinking. 022:12,000[' ]| 022:12,000[' ]| <\The Companion\> 022:12,000[' ]| <1> 022:12,001[A ]| What need we take care for \Platonical\ rules? 022:12,002[A ]| Or the precepts of \Aristotle\? 022:12,003[A ]| They that think to find learning in books are but fools, 022:12,004[A ]| True Philosophy lies in the bottle. 022:12,005[A ]| And a mind 022:12,006[A ]| That's confind 022:12,007[A ]| To the mode of the schooles, 022:12,008[A ]| Nere arrives at the height of a pottle. 022:12,009[A ]| Let the sages 022:12,010[A ]| Of our ages 022:12,011[A ]| Keep a*talking 022:12,012[A ]| Of our walking, 022:12,013[A ]| Demurely, while we that are wiser, 022:12,014[A ]| Doe abhor all 022:12,015[A ]| That's moral 022:12,016[A ]| In \Plato\ 022:12,017[A ]| And \Cato\ 022:12,018[A ]| And \Seneca\ talks like a Sizer. 022:12,000[' ]| <\Chorus\> 022:12,019[A ]| Then let full bowles on bowles be hurl'd, 022:12,020[A ]| That our jollity may be completer, 022:12,021[A ]| For Man though he be but a very little world, 022:12,022[A ]| Must be drown'd, as well as the greater. 022:12,000[' ]| <2> 022:12,023[A ]| We'l drink till our cheeks are as starred as the skies, 022:12,024[A ]| Let the pale-coulour'd students flowt us, 022:12,025[A ]| And our noses, like Comets, set fire on our eyes, 022:12,026[A ]| Till we bear the whole heavens about us. 022:12,027[A ]| And if all 022:12,028[A ]| Make us fall, 022:12,029[A ]| Then our heels shall devise 022:12,030[A ]| What the stars are a*doing without us. 022:12,031[A ]| Let \Lilly\ 022:12,032[A ]| Go tell you 022:12,033[A ]| Of thunders 022:12,034[A ]| And wonders, 022:12,035[A ]| Let Astrologers all divine, 022:12,036[A ]| And let \Booker\ 022:12,037[A ]| Be a looker 022:12,038[A ]| Of our natures 022:12,039[A ]| In our features, 022:12,040[A ]| He'l find nothing but Claret in mine. 022:12,000[' ]| <\Chorus\> 022:12,041[A ]| Then let full bowles, etc. 022:13,000[' ]| 022:13,000[' ]| <\Copernicus\> 022:13,000[' ]| <1> 022:13,001[A ]| Let the bowl pass free 022:13,002[A ]| From him to thee 022:13,003[A ]| As it first came to me, 022:13,004[A ]| 'Tis pity that we should confine it, 022:13,005[A ]| Having all either credit or coyn yet, 022:13,006[A ]| Let it e'ne take its course, 022:13,007[A ]| There's no stopping its force, 022:13,008[A ]| He that shuffles must inter-line it. 022:13,000[' ]| <2> 022:13,009[A ]| Lay aside your cares, 022:13,010[A ]| Of Shops and Wares, 022:13,011[A ]| And irrational fears, 022:13,012[A ]| Let each breast be as thoughtless as his'n is, 022:13,013[A ]| That from his bride newly ris'n is, 022:13,014[A ]| We'l banish each soul, 022:13,015[A ]| That comes here to condole, 022:13,016[A ]| Or is troubled with love or businesse. 022:13,000[' ]| <3> 022:13,017[A ]| The King we'l not name, 022:13,018[A ]| Nor a Lady t'enflame, 022:13,019[A ]| With desire to the game, 022:13,020[A ]| And into a dumpishnesse drive all, 022:13,021[A ]| Or make us run mad, and go wive all, 022:13,022[A ]| We'l have this whole night 022:13,023[A ]| Set apart for delight 022:13,024[A ]| And our mirth shall have no corrival. 022:13,000[' ]| <4> 022:13,025[A ]| Then see that the Glass 022:13,026[A ]| Through its circuit do pass, 022:13,027[A ]| Til it come where it was, 022:13,028[A ]| And every nose has been within it, 022:13,029[A ]| Till he end it that first did begin it, 022:13,030[A ]| As \Copernicus\ found, 022:13,031[A ]| That the Earth did turn round, 022:13,032[A ]| We will prove so does every*thing in it. 022:14,000[' ]| 022:14,000[' ]| <\The Painters entertainment\> 022:14,000[' ]| <1> 022:14,001[A ]| This is the time, and this is the day 022:14,002[A ]| Design'd for mirth and sporting, 022:14,003[A ]| We'l turn October into May, 022:14,004[A ]| And make St%*\Lukes\ feast 022:14,005[A ]| As pleasant and long as the rest, 022:14,006[A ]| We'l in our own faces our colours display, 022:14,007[A ]| And hallow our yearly resorting. 022:14,008[A ]| Then let the bowles turn round round, 022:14,009[A ]| While in them our colours we mingle 022:14,010[A ]| To raise our dull souls from the ground, 022:14,011[A ]| Our arts and our pains are thus crown'd, 022:14,012[A ]| And happy are we 022:14,013[A ]| That in unity be, 022:14,014[A ]| 'Tis a hell upon earth to be single. 022:14,000[' ]| <\Chorus\> 022:14,015[A ]| 'Twas love at first that brought us hither, 022:14,016[A ]| And love shall keep us here together. 022:14,000[' ]| <2> 022:14,017[A ]| First to the Master of the feast, 022:14,018[A ]| This health is consecrated, 022:14,019[A ]| Thence to each sublimary guest, 022:14,020[A ]| Whose soul doth desire, 022:14,021[A ]| This Nectar to raise and inspire, 022:14,022[A ]| Till he with \Apelles\ himself doth contest, 022:14,023[A ]| And his fancy is elevated. 022:14,024[A ]| Then let the bowles, etc. 022:14,000[' ]| <\Chorus\> 022:14,025[A ]| 'Twas love, etc. 022:14,000[' ]| <3> 022:14,026[A ]| Lo how the air the earth and the seas, 022:14,027[A ]| Have all brought in their treasure, 022:14,028[A ]| To feast each sence with rarities, 022:14,029[A ]| Plump \Bacchus\ brings wine, 022:14,030[A ]| And \Ceres\ her dainties doth joyne, 022:14,031[A ]| The air with rare musick doth eccho and these 022:14,032[A ]| All club to create us pleasure. 022:14,033[A ]| Then let the bowles, etc. 022:14,000[' ]| <\Chorus\> 022:14,034[A ]| 'Twas love, etc. 022:14,000[' ]| <4> 022:14,035[A ]| Now in our fancies we will suppose 022:14,036[A ]| The world in all its glory, 022:14,037[A ]| Imagine all delight that growes, 022:14,038[A ]| And pleasures that can 022:14,039[A ]| Fill up the vast soul of a man, 022:14,040[A ]| And glut the coy pallat, the eyes, ears and nose, 022:14,041[A ]| By the fancy presented before you. 022:14,042[A ]| Then let the bowles, etc. 022:14,000[' ]| <\Chorus\> 022:14,043[A ]| 'Twas love, etc. 022:14,000[' ]| <5> 022:14,044[A ]| We'l use no pencil now but the bowl, 022:14,045[A ]| Let every artist know it, 022:14,046[A ]| In sack we will pourtray each soul, 022:14,047[A ]| Each health that is took 022:14,048[A ]| Will give us the livelyer look, 022:14,049[A ]| And who's he that dares our fancy controule, 022:14,050[A ]| When each Painter is turned a poet? 022:14,051[A ]| Then let the bowles, etc. 022:14,000[' ]| <\Chorus\> 022:14,052[A ]| 'Twas love, etc. 022:14,000[' ]| <6> 022:14,053[A ]| And though we cannot they day extend 022:14,054[A ]| Beyond its proper measure; 022:14,055[A ]| The night and it themselves shall blend, 022:14,056[A ]| We care not for night, 022:14,057[A ]| When our hearts and our heads are all light, 022:14,058[A ]| Nor the time, nor the company shall have an end, 022:14,059[A ]| Honest mirth of it*self is a treasure. 022:14,060[A ]| Then let the bowles, etc. 022:14,000[' ]| <\Chorus\> 022:14,061[A ]| 'Twas love, etc. 022:15,000[' ]| 022:15,000[' ]| <\The Cure of Care\> 022:15,000[' ]| <1> 022:15,001[A ]| Why should we not laugh and be jolly? 022:15,002[A ]| Since now all the world is mad, 022:15,003[A ]| All lul'd in a dull melancholy; 022:15,004[A ]| He that wallows in store, 022:15,005[A ]| Is still gaping for more; 022:15,006[A ]| And that makes him as poor, 022:15,007[A ]| As that wretch that never any*thing had. 022:15,008[A ]| How mad is the damn'd money-monger, 022:15,009[A ]| That to purchase to him and his heirs, 022:15,010[A ]| Growes shrivled with thirst and hunger? 022:15,011[A ]| While we that are bonny, 022:15,012[A ]| Buy sack for ready money, 022:15,013[A ]| And ne're trouble Scriv'ners nor Lawyers. 022:15,000[' ]| <2> 022:15,014[A ]| Those Gulls that by scraping and toyling, 022:15,015[A ]| Have swell'd their Revenues so vast, 022:15,016[A ]| Get nothing by all their turmoyling, 022:15,017[A ]| But are marks for each tax, 022:15,018[A ]| While they load their own backs, 022:15,019[A ]| With the heavier packs, 022:15,020[A ]| And lie down gall'd and weary at last, 022:15,021[A ]| While we that do trafick in Tipple, 022:15,022[A ]| Can baffle the gown and the sword, 022:15,023[A ]| Whose jawes are so hungry and gripple, 022:15,024[A ]| We ne're trouble our heads, 022:15,025[A ]| With indentures or deeds, 022:15,026[A ]| But our Wills are compris'd in a word. 022:15,000[' ]| <3> 022:15,027[A ]| Our money shall never endite us, 022:15,028[A ]| Nor drag us to \Goldsmiths-hall\, 022:15,029[A ]| Nor Pyrates nor storms can affright us, 022:15,030[A ]| We that have no estates, 022:15,031[A ]| Pay no taxes or rates, 022:15,032[A ]| But can sleep with open gates, 022:15,033[A ]| He that lies on the ground cannot fall, 022:15,034[A ]| We laugh at those fools whose endeavours 022:15,035[A ]| Do but fit 'um for prisons or fines, 022:15,036[A ]| While we that spend all are the savers, 022:15,037[A ]| For if thieves do steal in, 022:15,038[A ]| They go out empty agin, 022:15,039[A ]| Nay the Plunderers lose their designes. 022:15,000[' ]| <4> 022:15,040[A ]| Then let's not take care for to*morrow, 022:15,041[A ]| But tipple and laugh while we may, 022:15,042[A ]| To wash from our hearts all sorrow; 022:15,043[A ]| Those Cormorants which 022:15,044[A ]| Are troubled with an itch, 022:15,045[A ]| To be mighty and rich 022:15,046[A ]| Do but toyle for the wealth which they borrow. 022:15,047[A ]| The Mayor of the Town with his ruff on, 022:15,048[A ]| What a pox is he better then we? 022:15,049[A ]| He must vail to the men with the buff on; 022:15,050[A ]| He Custard may eat, 022:15,051[A ]| And such luberly meat, 022:15,052[A ]| But we drink and are merrier then he. 022:16,000[' ]| 022:16,000[' ]| <\Content\> 022:16,000[' ]| <\Out of\ Anacreon> 022:16,000[' ]| <1> 022:16,001[A ]| If wealth could keep a man alive, 022:16,002[A ]| I'ld only study how to thrive, 022:16,003[A ]| That having got a mighty mass, 022:16,004[A ]| I might bribe the fates to let me passe. 022:16,005[A ]| But since we can't prolong our years, 022:16,006[A ]| Why spend we time in needless sighs and tears? 022:16,007[A ]| For since Destiny 022:16,008[A ]| Has decreed us to die, 022:16,009[A ]| And all must passe o're the old ferry, 022:16,010[A ]| Hang riches and cares, 022:16,011[A ]| Since we han't many years, 022:16,012[A ]| We'l have a short life and a merry. 022:16,000[' ]| <2> 022:16,013[A ]| Times keep their round, and destiny 022:16,014[A ]| Observes not where we laugh or cry, 022:16,015[A ]| And Fortune never does bestow, 022:16,016[A ]| A look on what we do below: 022:16,017[A ]| But men with equal swiftness run 022:16,018[A ]| To prey on others, or be prey'd upon, 022:16,019[A ]| Since we can take no course, 022:16,020[A ]| To be better or worse, 022:16,021[A ]| Let none be a melancholly thinker; 022:16,022[A ]| Let the Times the round go, 022:16,023[A ]| So the cups do so too, 022:16,024[A ]| Ne're blush at the name of a Drinker. 022:17,000[' ]| 022:17,000[' ]| <\Mirth\> 022:17,000[' ]| <\Out of\ Anacreon> 022:17,001[A ]| When our brains well liquor'd are, 022:17,002[A ]| Then we charm asleep our care, 022:17,003[A ]| Then we accompt \Machivile\ a fool with his plots, 022:17,004[A ]| And cry there's no depth, but the bottom o'th' pots, 022:17,005[A ]| Then \Hector\ compar'd with us will be 022:17,006[A ]| But a coward, and \Craesus\ beggarly. 022:17,007[A ]| Then with songs our voices we raise, 022:17,008[A ]| And circle our Temples with bayes, 022:17,009[A ]| Then Honour we account but a blast of Wind, 022:17,010[A ]| And trample all things in our mind. 022:17,011[A ]| The valiant at arms, 022:17,012[A ]| That are led by fond charms 022:17,013[A ]| Get their honour with harms 022:17,014[A ]| While he that takes up 022:17,015[A ]| A plentiful cup, 022:17,016[A ]| To no anger is brought 022:17,017[A ]| But of paying his groat. 022:17,018[A ]| Then quickly come Lad and fill our cups full, 022:17,019[A ]| For since down we must all be laid, 022:17,020[A ]| 'Tis held a good rule 022:17,021[A ]| In \Bacchus\ free-schole 022:17,022[A ]| 'Tis better lie drunk then dead. 022:18,000[' ]| 022:18,000[' ]| <\The Independants resolve\> 022:18,000[' ]| 022:18,000[' ]| <1> 022:18,001[A ]| Come drawer and fill us about some wine, 022:18,002[A ]| Let's merrily tipple the day's our own, 022:18,003[A ]| We'l have our delights, let the country go pine, 022:18,004[A ]| Let the King and his Kingdom groan, 022:18,005[A ]| The Crown is our own and so shall continue, 022:18,006[A ]| We'l Monarchy baffle quite, 022:18,007[A ]| We'l drink off the Kingdomes revenue, 022:18,008[A ]| And sacrifice all to delight. 022:18,009[A ]| 'Tis power that brings 022:18,010[A ]| Us all to be Kings 022:18,011[A ]| And we'l be all crown'd by our might. 022:18,000[' ]| <2> 022:18,012[A ]| A fig for divinity lectures and law, 022:18,013[A ]| And all that to Loyalty do pretend, 022:18,014[A ]| While we by the sword keep the Kingdom in awe, 022:18,015[A ]| Our power shall never have end. 022:18,016[A ]| The Church and the State we'l turn into liquor, 022:18,017[A ]| And spend a whole Town in a day, 022:18,018[A ]| We'l melt all their bodkins the quicker 022:18,019[A ]| Into sack, and drink them away. 022:18,020[A ]| We'l keep the demeans 022:18,021[A ]| And turn Bishops and Deans, 022:18,022[A ]| And over the Presbyter sway. 022:18,000[' ]| <3> 022:18,023[A ]| The nimble St%*\Patrick\ is sunk in his boggs, 022:18,024[A ]| And his Country*men sadly cry \O home, O home\! 022:18,025[A ]| St%*\Andrew\ and's Kirk-men are lost in the foggs, 022:18,026[A ]| Now we are the Saints alone. 022:18,027[A ]| Thus on our Superiours and Equalls we trample, 022:18,028[A ]| And \Jocky\ our stirrup shall hold, 022:18,029[A ]| The Cittie's our Mule for example, 022:18,030[A ]| That we may in plenty be roul'd. 022:18,031[A ]| Each delicate dish, 022:18,032[A ]| Shall but Eccho our wish 022:18,033[A ]| And our drink shall be cordial gold. 022:19,000[' ]| 022:19,000[' ]| 022:19,000[' ]| <1> 022:19,001[A ]| Of all the rare juices, 022:19,002[A ]| That \Bacchus\ or \Caeres\ produces, 022:19,003[A ]| There's none that I can, nor dare I 022:19,004[A ]| Compare with the princely Canary. 022:19,005[A ]| For this is the thing 022:19,006[A ]| That a fancy infuses, 022:19,007[A ]| This first go a King, 022:19,008[A ]| And next the nine Muses, 022:19,009[A ]| 'Twas this made old Poets so sprightly to sing, 022:19,010[A ]| And fill all the world with the glory and fame on't, 022:19,011[A ]| They \Helicon\ call'd it and the \Thespian\ spring, 022:19,012[A ]| But this was the drink, though they knew not the name on't. 022:19,000[' ]| <2> 022:19,013[A ]| Our Sider and Perry, 022:19,014[A ]| May make a man mad but not merry; 022:19,015[A ]| It makes people windmill-pated, 022:19,016[A ]| And with crackers sophisticated, 022:19,017[A ]| And your hopps, yest, and malt, 022:19,018[A ]| When they're mingled together, 022:19,019[A ]| Makes our fancies to halt, 022:19,020[A ]| Or reel any whether. 022:19,021[A ]| It stuffs up our brains with froth and with yest, 022:19,022[A ]| That if one would write but a verse for a Belman, 022:19,023[A ]| He must study till Christmas for an eight shilling jest, 022:19,024[A ]| These liquors won't raise, but drown, and o're-whelme man. 022:19,000[' ]| <3> 022:19,025[A ]| Our drousy Matheglin 022:19,026[A ]| Was only ordain'd to enveigle in, 022:19,027[A ]| The Novice that knowes not to drink yet, 022:19,028[A ]| But is fudled before he can think it; 022:19,029[A ]| And your Claret and White, 022:19,030[A ]| Have a Gunpowder fury, 022:19,031[A ]| They're of the \French\ spright, 022:19,032[A ]| But they wont long endure you. 022:19,033[A ]| And your holiday Muscadine, Allegant and Tent, 022:19,034[A ]| Have only this property and vertue that's fit in't; 022:19,035[A ]| They'l make a man sleep till a preachment be spent, 022:19,036[A ]| But we neither can warm our blood nor our wit in't. 022:19,000[' ]| <4> 022:19,037[A ]| The Bagrag and Rhenish 022:19,038[A ]| You must with ingredients replenish; 022:19,039[A ]| 'Tis a wine to please Ladies and toyes with 022:19,040[A ]| But not for a man to rejoyce with. 022:19,041[A ]| But 'tis Sack makes the sport, 022:19,042[A ]| And who gains but that flavour, 022:19,043[A ]| Though an Abbesse he court, 022:19,044[A ]| In his highshoes he'l have her. 022:19,045[A ]| 'Tis this that advances the drinker and drawer, 022:19,046[A ]| Though the father came to Town in his hobnails and leather, 022:19,047[A ]| He turns it to velvet, and brings up an Heir, 022:19,048[A ]| In the Town in his chain, in the field with his feather. 022:20,000[' ]| 022:20,000[' ]| <\The Leveller\> 022:20,000[' ]| <1> 022:20,001[A ]| Nay prethee don't fly me, 022:20,002[A ]| But sit thee down by me, 022:20,003[A ]| I cannot endure 022:20,004[A ]| A man that's demure. 022:20,005[A ]| Go hang up your worships and Sirs, 022:20,006[A ]| Your congies and trips, 022:20,007[A ]| With your legs, and your lips, 022:20,008[A ]| Your Madams and Lords, 022:20,009[A ]| And such finikin words, 022:20,010[A ]| With the complements you bring 022:20,011[A ]| That do spell NO-THING, 022:20,012[A ]| You may keep for the chains and the furs, 022:20,013[A ]| For at the beginning was no Peasant or Prince, 022:20,014[A ]| And 'twas policy made the distinction since. 022:20,000[' ]| <2> 022:20,015[A ]| Those Titles of honours 022:20,016[A ]| Do remain in the Donours, 022:20,017[A ]| And not in that thing, 022:20,018[A ]| To which they do cling, 022:20,019[A ]| If his soul be too narrow to wear 'um; 022:20,020[A ]| No delight can I see 022:20,021[A ]| In that word call'd degree, 022:20,022[A ]| Honest \Dick\ sounds as well 022:20,023[A ]| As a name of an ell, 022:20,024[A ]| That with titles doth swell 022:20,025[A ]| And sounds like a spell, 022:20,026[A ]| To affright mortal ears that hear 'um. 022:20,027[A ]| He that wears a brave soul, and dares gallantly do, 022:20,028[A ]| May be his own herald and Godfather too. 022:20,000[' ]| <3> 022:20,029[A ]| Why then should we doat on, 022:20,030[A ]| One with a fools coat on? 022:20,031[A ]| Whose Coffers are cram'd, 022:20,032[A ]| But yet he'l be dam'd 022:20,033[A ]| Ere he'l do a good act or a wise one? 022:20,034[A ]| What Reason has he 022:20,035[A ]| To be ruler o're me? 022:20,036[A ]| That's a Lord in his chest, 022:20,037[A ]| But in's head and his breast 022:20,038[A ]| Is empty and bare, 022:20,039[A ]| Or but puff'd up with air, 022:20,040[A ]| And can neither assist nor advise one. 022:20,041[A ]| Honour's but air, and proud flesh but dust is, 022:20,042[A ]| 'Tis we Commons make Lords, and the Clerk makes the Justice. 022:20,000[' ]| <4> 022:20,043[A ]| But since men must be 022:20,044[A ]| Of a different degree, 022:20,045[A ]| Because most do aspire, 022:20,046[A ]| To be greater and higher, 022:20,047[A ]| Then the rest of their fellows and brothers, 022:20,048[A ]| He that has such a spirit, 022:20,049[A ]| Let him gain it by's merit, 022:20,050[A ]| Spend his brain, wealth, or blood 022:20,051[A ]| For his Countries good, 022:20,052[A ]| And make himself fit 022:20,053[A ]| By his valour or wit, 022:20,054[A ]| For things 'bove the reach of all others. 022:20,055[A ]| For honour's a prize, and who wins it may wear it, 022:20,056[A ]| If not, 'tis a badge and a burthen to bear it. 022:20,000[' ]| <5> 022:20,057[A ]| For my part let me 022:20,058[A ]| Be but quiet and free, 022:20,059[A ]| I'le drink sack and obey, 022:20,060[A ]| And let great ones sway, 022:20,061[A ]| Who spend their whole time in thinking, 022:20,062[A ]| I'le ne're busy my pate 022:20,063[A ]| With secrets of State, 022:20,064[A ]| The news books I'le burn all, 022:20,065[A ]| And with the Diurnal 022:20,066[A ]| Light Tobacco, and admit 022:20,067[A ]| That they're so far fit, 022:20,068[A ]| As they serve good company and drinking. 022:20,069[A ]| All the name I desire is an honest Good-fellow, 022:20,070[A ]| And that man has no worth that wont sometimes be mellow. 022:21,000[' ]| 022:21,000[' ]| <\The Royalists Answer\> 022:21,000[' ]| <1> 022:21,001[A ]| I have reason to fly thee, 022:21,002[A ]| And not sit down by thee; 022:21,003[A ]| For I hate to behold, 022:21,004[A ]| One so sawcy and bold, 022:21,005[A ]| To deride and contemn his superiors; 022:21,006[A ]| Our madams and Lords 022:21,007[A ]| And such mannerly words, 022:21,008[A ]| With the gestures that be 022:21,009[A ]| Fit for every degree, 022:21,010[A ]| Are things that we and you 022:21,011[A ]| Both claim as our due 022:21,012[A ]| From all those that are our inferiours. 022:21,013[A ]| For from the beginning there were Princes we know, 022:21,014[A ]| 'Tis you Levellers hate 'um 'cause you can't be so. 022:21,000[' ]| <2> 022:21,015[A ]| All titles of honours 022:21,016[A ]| Were at first in the donours; 022:21,017[A ]| But being granted away 022:21,018[A ]| With the grantee stay 022:21,019[A ]| Where he wear a small soul or a bigger. 022:21,020[A ]| There's a necessitie 022:21,021[A ]| That there should be degree. 022:21,022[A ]| Where 'tis due we'l afford 022:21,023[A ]| A Sir*\John\, and my Lord, 022:21,024[A ]| Though \Dick\, \Tom\ and \Jack\, 022:21,025[A ]| Will serve you and your pack, 022:21,026[A ]| Honest \Dick's\ name enough for a Digger. 022:21,027[A ]| He that has a strong purse can all things be or do, 022:21,028[A ]| He is valiant and wise and religious too. 022:21,000[' ]| <3> 022:21,029[A ]| We have cause to adore, 022:21,030[A ]| That man that has store, 022:21,031[A ]| Though a Bore or a sot, 022:21,032[A ]| There's something to be got, 022:21,033[A ]| Though he be neither honest nor witty; 022:21,034[A ]| Make him high, let him rule, 022:21,035[A ]| He'l be playing the fool, 022:21,036[A ]| And transgresse, then we'l squeeze 022:21,037[A ]| Him for fines and for fees. 022:21,038[A ]| And so we shall gain, 022:21,039[A ]| By the wants of his brain, 022:21,040[A ]| 'Tis the fools-cap that maintains the Citty. 022:21,041[A ]| If honour be air, 'tis in common, and as fit, 022:21,042[A ]| For the fool and the clown, as for the champion or the wit. 022:21,000[' ]| <4> 022:21,043[A ]| Then why mayn't we be 022:21,044[A ]| Of different degree? 022:21,045[A ]| And each man aspire 022:21,046[A ]| To be greater and higher 022:21,047[A ]| Then his wiser or honester brother, 022:21,048[A ]| Since Fortune and Nature 022:21,049[A ]| Their favours do scatter; 022:21,050[A ]| This hath valour, that wit, 022:21,051[A ]| T'other wealth, nor is't fit 022:21,052[A ]| That one should have all, 022:21,053[A ]| For then what would befall 022:21,054[A ]| Him, that's born not to one nor t'other? 022:21,055[A ]| Though honour were a prize at first, now 'tis a chattle 022:21,056[A ]| And as merchantable grown as your wares or your catle. 022:21,000[' ]| <5> 022:21,057[A ]| Yet in this we agree, 022:21,058[A ]| To live quiet and free, 022:21,059[A ]| To drink sack and submit, 022:21,060[A ]| And not shew our wit 022:21,061[A ]| By our prating, but silence, and thinking; 022:21,062[A ]| Let the politick Jewes 022:21,063[A ]| Read Diurnalls and Newes, 022:21,064[A ]| And lard their discourse, 022:21,065[A ]| With a Comment that's worse; 022:21,066[A ]| That which pleaseth me best 022:21,067[A ]| Is a song or a Jest, 022:21,068[A ]| And my obedience I'll shew by my drinking. 022:21,069[A ]| He that drinks well, does sleep well, he that sleeps well doth think well, 022:21,070[A ]| He that thinks well, does do well, he that does well, must drink well. 022:22,000[' ]| 022:22,000[' ]| <\The Safe Estate\> 022:22,000[' ]| <1> 022:22,001[A ]| How happy a man is he, 022:22,002[A ]| Whose soul is quiet and free, 022:22,003[A ]| And liveth content with his own! 022:22,004[A ]| That does not desire 022:22,005[A ]| To swell nor aspire, 022:22,006[A ]| To the coronet nor to the crown. 022:22,007[A ]| He doth sit and despise 022:22,008[A ]| Those Mushromes that rise, 022:22,009[A ]| But disturbs not his sleep, 022:22,010[A ]| At the quoil that they keep, 022:22,011[A ]| Both in Country and Town, 022:22,012[A ]| In the plain he sits safe, 022:22,013[A ]| And doth privately laugh, 022:22,014[A ]| At high thoughts that are tumbling down. 022:22,000[' ]| <2> 022:22,015[A ]| His heart and his head are at rest, 022:22,016[A ]| And he sleeps with a sorrowlesse brest, 022:22,017[A ]| That aspires not to sit at the helme, 022:22,018[A ]| The desires of his mind, 022:22,019[A ]| To's estate are confin'd, 022:22,020[A ]| And he lets not his brains to o'rewhelme. 022:22,021[A ]| He's for innocent sport, 022:22,022[A ]| And keeps off from the court, 022:22,023[A ]| And if sad thoughts arise, 022:22,024[A ]| He does only devise 022:22,025[A ]| With sack to repel 'um. 022:22,026[A ]| Though the times do turn round, 022:22,027[A ]| He doth stil keep his ground, 022:22,028[A ]| Both in a Republique and Realme. 022:22,000[' ]| <3> 022:22,029[A ]| He wears his own head and ears, 022:22,030[A ]| And he tipples in safety with's peers, 022:22,031[A ]| And harmelessly passeth his time, 022:22,032[A ]| If he meet with a crosse, 022:22,033[A ]| A full bowle he doth toss, 022:22,034[A ]| Nor his wealth, nor his wit are his crime. 022:22,035[A ]| He doth privately sit 022:22,036[A ]| With his friend clubbing wit, 022:22,037[A ]| And disburdning their breasts 022:22,038[A ]| Of some innocent jests 022:22,039[A ]| And no higher doth clime. 022:22,040[A ]| He smiles at the fate 022:22,041[A ]| Of those Courtiers of state, 022:22,042[A ]| That fall down 'cause their thoughts are sublime. 022:22,000[' ]| <4> 022:22,043[A ]| But Princes and Nobles are still, 022:22,044[A ]| Not tenants for life, but at will, 022:22,045[A ]| And the giddy-brain'd rout is their Lord, 022:22,046[A ]| He that's crowned to day, 022:22,047[A ]| A scepter to sway, 022:22,048[A ]| And by all is obey'd and ador'd, 022:22,049[A ]| Both he and his crown 022:22,050[A ]| In a trice are thrown down, 022:22,051[A ]| For an Act just and good, 022:22,052[A ]| If mis-understood 022:22,053[A ]| Or an ill-relish'd word, 022:22,054[A ]| While he that scorns pelf, 022:22,055[A ]| And enjoyes his own self, 022:22,056[A ]| Is secure from the Vote or the Sword. 022:23,000[' ]| 022:23,000[' ]| <\The fate\> 022:23,000[' ]| <1> 022:23,001[A ]| Th'Astrologers, 022:23,002[A ]| That trade in Starrs, 022:23,003[A ]| Tell me I have not long to live, 022:23,004[A ]| Yet do I cry, 022:23,005[A ]| Lo here am I 022:23,006[A ]| Let fortune still 022:23,007[A ]| Do what she will, 022:23,008[A ]| I'll neither care nor grieve. 022:23,000[' ]| <2> 022:23,009[A ]| Fortune I know, 022:23,010[A ]| Is still my foe, 022:23,011[A ]| And lets me not grow fat nor strive, 022:23,012[A ]| But I, I vow, 022:23,013[A ]| Will never bow, 022:23,014[A ]| Nor doat and be 022:23,015[A ]| As blind as she, 022:23,016[A ]| But keep my*self alive. 022:23,000[' ]| <3> 022:23,017[A ]| This I do know, 022:23,018[A ]| We all must go, 022:23,019[A ]| Though some go sooner, others later, 022:23,020[A ]| But why so fast? 022:23,021[A ]| There's no such hast 022:23,022[A ]| Some post are gone, 022:23,023[A ]| We'l but jogg on, 022:23,024[A ]| Bait first, and then walk after. 022:23,000[' ]| <4> 022:23,025[A ]| The clown and's beast 022:23,026[A ]| Make hast to rest, 022:23,027[A ]| But lords and courtiers sit up longer, 022:23,028[A ]| Before we part 022:23,029[A ]| Fill th'other quart, 022:23,030[A ]| Wash t'other eye, 022:23,031[A ]| And then we'l try 022:23,032[A ]| Where death or man be stronger. 022:23,000[' ]| <5> 022:23,033[A ]| In th'enterim, 022:23,034[A ]| Fill to the brim, 022:23,035[A ]| Travelling will make us weary, 022:23,036[A ]| Since th'journie's great, 022:23,037[A ]| And hurts our feet, 022:23,038[A ]| \Bacchus\ shall be 022:23,039[A ]| A horse for me, 022:23,040[A ]| He's strong enough to carry. 022:24,000[' ]| 022:24,000[' ]| <\The Polititian\> 022:24,000[' ]| 022:24,000[' ]| <1> 022:24,001[A ]| What madnesse is't for him that's wise 022:24,002[A ]| To be so much self-hating? 022:24,003[A ]| Himself and his to sacrifice, 022:24,004[A ]| By medling still with things too high, 022:24,005[A ]| That don't concern but gratifie, 022:24,006[A ]| His letchery of prating. 022:24,007[A ]| What is't to us who's in the ruling power? 022:24,008[A ]| While they protect, we're bound t'obey, 022:24,009[A ]| But longer not an hower. 022:24,000[' ]| <2> 022:24,010[A ]| Nature made all alike at first, 022:24,011[A ]| But men that fram'd this fidle 022:24,012[A ]| Of government made best and worst 022:24,013[A ]| And high and low, like various strings, 022:24,014[A ]| Each man his several ditty sings, 022:24,015[A ]| To tune this state down diddle. 022:24,016[A ]| In this grand wheel the world we're spokes made all, 022:24,017[A ]| But that it may still keep its round, 022:24,018[A ]| Some mount while others fall. 022:24,000[' ]| <3> 022:24,019[A ]| The blinded Ruler that by night, 022:24,020[A ]| Sits with his host of Bill-men 022:24,021[A ]| With their chalk'd weapons, that affright 022:24,022[A ]| The wondring clown that haps to view 022:24,023[A ]| His worship and his Gowned crew, 022:24,024[A ]| As if they sate to Kill men; 022:24,025[A ]| Speak him but fair; he'l let you freely go. 022:24,026[A ]| And those that on the high rope dance, 022:24,027[A ]| Will do the same trick too. 022:24,000[' ]| <4> 022:24,028[A ]| I'll ne're admire that fatuous fire, 022:24,029[A ]| That is not what it seems, 022:24,030[A ]| For those, that now to us seem higher, 022:24,031[A ]| Like painted bubles bown i'th' air, 022:24,032[A ]| By boyes seem glorious and fair, 022:24,033[A ]| 'Tis but in boyes esteems. 022:24,034[A ]| Rule of it's self's a toyl and none would bear it 022:24,035[A ]| But that 'twixt pride and avarice 022:24,036[A ]| And close revenge they'l share it. 022:24,000[' ]| <5> 022:24,037[A ]| Since all the world is but a stage, 022:24,038[A ]| And every man a player, 022:24,039[A ]| They're fools that lives or states engage, 022:24,040[A ]| Let's act and juggle as others do, 022:24,041[A ]| Keep what's our own, get others too, 022:24,042[A ]| Play whiffler clown or Maior. 022:24,043[A ]| For he that sticks to what his heart calls just, 022:24,044[A ]| Becomes a sacrifice and prey 022:24,045[A ]| To the prosperous whirlegigs lust. 022:24,000[' ]| <6> 022:24,046[A ]| Each wise man first best loves himself, 022:24,047[A ]| Lives close, thinks and obeyes, 022:24,048[A ]| Makes not his soul a slave to's pelfe, 022:24,049[A ]| Nor idly squanders it away, 022:24,050[A ]| To cram their mawes that taxes lay, 022:24,051[A ]| On what he does, or sayes, 022:24,052[A ]| For those grand cords that man do twist 022:24,053[A ]| Now are not honesty and love 022:24,054[A ]| But self and interest. 022:25,000[' ]| 022:25,000[' ]| <\The Prisoners\> 022:25,000[' ]| 022:25,000[' ]| <1> 022:25,001[A ]| Come a brimmer (my bullies) drink whole ones or nothing, 022:25,002[A ]| Now healths have been voted down, 022:25,003[A ]| 'Tis sack that can heat us, we care not for cloathing, 022:25,004[A ]| A gallon's as warm as a gown, 022:25,005[A ]| 'Cause the Parliament sees, 022:25,006[A ]| Nor the former nor these, 022:25,007[A ]| Could engage us to drink their health, 022:25,008[A ]| They Vote that we shall 022:25,009[A ]| Drink no healths at all 022:25,010[A ]| Nor to King nor to Common-wealth, 022:25,011[A ]| So that now we must venture to drink 'um by stealth. 022:25,000[' ]| <2> 022:25,012[A ]| But we've found out a way that's beyond all their thinking, 022:25,013[A ]| To keep up Good-fellowship still 022:25,014[A ]| We'l drink their destruction that would destroy drinking, 022:25,015[A ]| Let 'um Vote that a health if they will. 022:25,016[A ]| Those men that did fight, 022:25,017[A ]| And did pray day and night 022:25,018[A ]| For the Parliament and its attendant, 022:25,019[A ]| Did make all that bustle, 022:25,020[A ]| The King out to jusle, 022:25,021[A ]| And bring in the Independent, 022:25,022[A ]| But now we all clearly see what was the end on't. 022:25,000[' ]| <3> 022:25,023[A ]| Now their Idol's thrown down with their sooterkin also, 022:25,024[A ]| About which they did make such a puther, 022:25,025[A ]| And though their contrivance made one King to fall so 022:25,026[A ]| We have drunk our*selves into another. 022:25,027[A ]| And now (my Lads) we 022:25,028[A ]| May still Caveliers be, 022:25,029[A ]| In spite of Committes frown, 022:25,030[A ]| We will drink, and wee'l sing, 022:25,031[A ]| And each health to our King 022:25,032[A ]| Shall be Royally drunk in the crown, 022:25,033[A ]| Which shall be the Standard in every Town. 022:25,000[' ]| <4> 022:25,034[A ]| Those politick would-bees do but shew themselves asses, 022:25,035[A ]| That other mens calling invade, 022:25,036[A ]| We only converse with pots and with glasses, 022:25,037[A ]| Let the Rulers alone with their trade. 022:25,038[A ]| The Lyon of the \Tower\, 022:25,039[A ]| Their estates does devour, 022:25,040[A ]| Without shewing law for't or reason, 022:25,041[A ]| Into prison we get, 022:25,042[A ]| For the crime called debt, 022:25,043[A ]| Where our Bodies and brains we do season, 022:25,044[A ]| And that is ne're taken for murther or treason. 022:25,000[' ]| <5> 022:25,045[A ]| Where our ditties still be \give's more drink, give's more drink boyes\, 022:25,046[A ]| Let those that are frugal take care, 022:25,047[A ]| Our Goalers and we will live by our chink boyes, 022:25,048[A ]| While our Creditours live by the air. 022:25,049[A ]| Here we lie at our ease, 022:25,050[A ]| And get craft and grease, 022:25,051[A ]| Till we've merrily spent all our store, 022:25,052[A ]| Then as drink brought us in, 022:25,053[A ]| 'Twill redeem us agen, 022:25,054[A ]| We got in because we were poor, 022:25,055[A ]| And swear our*selves out on the very same score. 022:26,000[' ]| 022:26,000[' ]| <\Satisfaction\> 022:26,000[' ]| <1> 022:26,001[A ]| I have often heard men say, 022:26,002[A ]| That the Philosophers of old, 022:26,003[A ]| Though they were good and grave and gray, 022:26,004[A ]| Did various opinions hold, 022:26,005[A ]| And with idolatry adore 022:26,006[A ]| The Gods that themselves had made before, 022:26,007[A ]| And we that are fools do do no more. 022:26,000[' ]| <2> 022:26,008[A ]| Every man desires what's good; 022:26,009[A ]| But wherein that good consists 022:26,010[A ]| Is not by any understood. 022:26,011[A ]| This sets on work both pens and fists, 022:26,012[A ]| For this condemns what that approves, 022:26,013[A ]| And this man doth hate, what that man loves, 022:26,014[A ]| And that's the grand wheel that discord moves. 022:26,000[' ]| <3> 022:26,015[A ]| This would valiant be, that wise, 022:26,016[A ]| That's for th'sea, and this for land, 022:26,017[A ]| All do judge upon surmise, 022:26,018[A ]| None do rightly understand, 022:26,019[A ]| These may be like, but are not that, 022:26,020[A ]| Something there is that all drive at, 022:26,021[A ]| But only they differ about the WHAT. 022:26,000[' ]| <4> 022:26,022[A ]| And from all these several ends 022:26,023[A ]| Springs diversity of action, 022:26,024[A ]| For every man his studies bends, 022:26,025[A ]| As opinion builds his faction. 022:26,026[A ]| Each man's his own God-smith, what he 022:26,027[A ]| Thinks good, is good to him, and we 022:26,028[A ]| First make, and then adore our deity. 022:26,000[' ]| <5> 022:26,029[A ]| A mind that's honest, pure and just, 022:26,030[A ]| A sociable life and free, 022:26,031[A ]| A friend that dares not break a trust, 022:26,032[A ]| Yet dares die if occasion be, 022:26,033[A ]| A heart that dictates to the tongue, 022:26,034[A ]| A soul that's innocent and strong, 022:26,035[A ]| That can, yet will not do any wrong: 022:26,036[A ]| He that has such a soul and a mind, 022:26,037[A ]| That is so blest and so inclind, 022:26,038[A ]| What all these do seek for, he does find. 022:27,000[' ]| 022:27,000[' ]| <\The Club\> 022:27,000[' ]| <1> 022:27,001[A ]| Prithee ben't so sad and serious, 022:27,002[A ]| Nothing's got by grief or care, 022:27,003[A ]| Melancholy's too imperious, 022:27,004[A ]| Where it comes 'twil domineer, 022:27,005[A ]| If thou hast a cloudy breast, 022:27,006[A ]| In which thy cares would build a nest, 022:27,007[A ]| Then drink good sack, 'twill make thee rest, 022:27,008[A ]| Where sorrows come not near. 022:27,000[' ]| <2> 022:27,009[A ]| Be it businesse, love, or sorrow, 022:27,010[A ]| That possesses thus thy mind, 022:27,011[A ]| Bid them come again to*morrow, 022:27,012[A ]| We are now to mirth inclin'd, 022:27,013[A ]| Fill thy cup and drown them all, 022:27,014[A ]| Sorrows still do for liquor call, 022:27,015[A ]| We'l make this \Bacchus\ festival 022:27,016[A ]| And cast our cares behind. 022:27,000[' ]| <3> 022:27,017[A ]| He that has a heart that's drowsy 022:27,018[A ]| Shall be surely banished hence; 022:27,019[A ]| We'l shun him as a man that's lowsy, 022:27,020[A ]| He's of dangerous consequence, 022:27,021[A ]| And he that's silent like a block, 022:27,022[A ]| Deserves to be made a laughing stock, 022:27,023[A ]| Let all good fellows shun that rock, 022:27,024[A ]| For fear they forfeit sence. 022:27,000[' ]| <4> 022:27,025[A ]| Still those clocks, let time attend us, 022:27,026[A ]| We'l not be to howers confind, 022:27,027[A ]| We'l banish all that may offend us, 022:27,028[A ]| Or disturb our mirth design'd, 022:27,029[A ]| Let the glasse still run it's round 022:27,030[A ]| And each good-fellow keep his ground 022:27,031[A ]| And if there be any flincher found, 022:27,032[A ]| We'l have his soul new coyn'd. 022:28,000[' ]| 022:28,000[' ]| <\The Prodigal\> 022:28,000[' ]| <1> 022:28,001[A ]| Nay perswade not, I've swore 022:28,002[A ]| We'l have one pottle more, 022:28,003[A ]| Though we run on the score, 022:28,004[A ]| And our credits do stretch for't, 022:28,005[A ]| To what end does a father, 022:28,006[A ]| Pine his body, or rather, 022:28,007[A ]| Damne his soul for to gather 022:28,008[A ]| Such store, but that he has this fetch for't, 022:28,009[A ]| That we sons should be high boyes, 022:28,010[A ]| And make it all fly boyes 022:28,011[A ]| And when he does dye boyes 022:28,012[A ]| Instead of a Sermon we'l sing him a catch for't. 022:28,000[' ]| <2> 022:28,013[A ]| Then hang the Dull wit 022:28,014[A ]| Of that white-liverd cit, 022:28,015[A ]| That goodfellows does hit 022:28,016[A ]| In teeth with a rednose, 022:28,017[A ]| May his nose look blew 022:28,018[A ]| Or any dreadfuller hue, 022:28,019[A ]| That may speak him untrue, 022:28,020[A ]| And disloyal unto the headnose, 022:28,021[A ]| 'Tis the scarlet that graces, 022:28,022[A ]| And sets out our faces, 022:28,023[A ]| And that nature base is, 022:28,024[A ]| That esteems not a Coppernose more then a leadnose. 022:28,000[' ]| <3> 022:28,025[A ]| All the world keeps a round, 022:28,026[A ]| First our fathers abound 022:28,027[A ]| In wealth and buy ground, 022:28,028[A ]| And then leave it behind 'um, 022:28,029[A ]| We're straight put in black, 022:28,030[A ]| Where we mourne and drink sack, 022:28,031[A ]| And do t'other knack. 022:28,032[A ]| While they sleep in their graves we ne're mind 'um, 022:28,033[A ]| Thus we scatter the store, 022:28,034[A ]| As they rack'd it before 022:28,035[A ]| And as for the poor, 022:28,036[A ]| We enrich them as fast as our fathers did grind 'um. 022:29,000[' ]| 022:29,000[' ]| <\The Antipolititian\> 022:29,000[' ]| <1> 022:29,001[A ]| Come leave thy care and love thy friend, 022:29,002[A ]| Live freely, don't dispair, 022:29,003[A ]| Of getting money there's no end, 022:29,004[A ]| And keeping it breeds care. 022:29,005[A ]| If thou hast money at thy need 022:29,006[A ]| Good Company and good wine, 022:29,007[A ]| His life, whose joyes on wealth do feed, 022:29,008[A ]| 's not half so sweet as thine. 022:29,000[' ]| <2> 022:29,009[A ]| I can enjoy my*self and friends, 022:29,010[A ]| W'thout design or fear, 022:29,011[A ]| Below their envy or base ends, 022:29,012[A ]| That Polititians are. 022:29,013[A ]| I neither toyle nor care nor grieve 022:29,014[A ]| To gather keep or loose; 022:29,015[A ]| With freedom and content I live, 022:29,016[A ]| And what's my own I use. 022:29,000[' ]| <3> 022:29,017[A ]| While men blow on with strong desires 022:29,018[A ]| Of riches or renown, 022:29,019[A ]| Though ne're so high, would still be higher, 022:29,020[A ]| So tumble headlong down. 022:29,021[A ]| For Princes smiles turne oft to frowns, 022:29,022[A ]| And favours fade each hower, 022:29,023[A ]| He that to*day heaps Townes on Townes, 022:29,024[A ]| To*morro's clap't i'th' Tower. 022:29,000[' ]| <4> 022:29,025[A ]| All that we get by all our store, 022:29,026[A ]| 's but honour or dominion, 022:29,027[A ]| The one's but trouble varnishd o're 022:29,028[A ]| And t'others but opinion. 022:29,029[A ]| Fate rules the roast, Times always change, 022:29,030[A ]| 'Tis fancy builds all things, 022:29,031[A ]| How madly then our minds do range, 022:29,032[A ]| Since all we grasp hath wings. 022:29,000[' ]| <5> 022:29,033[A ]| Those empty terms of rich and poor, 022:29,034[A ]| Comparison hath fram'd, 022:29,035[A ]| He hath not much that covets more, 022:29,036[A ]| Want is but will nicknam'd. 022:29,037[A ]| If I can safely think and live, 022:29,038[A ]| And freely laugh or sing, 022:29,039[A ]| My wealth I'll not for \Craesus's\ give, 022:29,040[A ]| Nor change lives with a King. 022:30,000[' ]| 022:30,000[' ]| <\The New Gentry\> 022:30,000[' ]| <1> 022:30,001[A ]| Enough for shame! leave off this fooling, 022:30,002[A ]| Prithee cring no more 022:30,003[A ]| Nor admire the illgotten store 022:30,004[A ]| Of the upstart Mushromes of our Nation 022:30,005[A ]| With blind and groundlesse adoration, 022:30,006[A ]| If thy nature still wants schooling, 022:30,007[A ]| As thou dost grow old grow wise, 022:30,008[A ]| For age can easily advise, 022:30,009[A ]| And make thee know 022:30,010[A ]| 'Tis only such as thou 022:30,011[A ]| That bring and keep both fools and knaves in fashion. 022:30,000[' ]| <2> 022:30,012[A ]| We make each other proud and knavish, 022:30,013[A ]| For where ever we 022:30,014[A ]| Great abundance chance to see, 022:30,015[A ]| There we fling both power and honour 022:30,016[A ]| As if wealth were the only donour, 022:30,017[A ]| And our natures are so slavish, 022:30,018[A ]| That we tamely will submit, 022:30,019[A ]| All our reason strength and wit, 022:30,020[A ]| And pay and pray 022:30,021[A ]| Great men in power, that they 022:30,022[A ]| Will take our Liberty and trample on her. 022:30,000[' ]| <3> 022:30,023[A ]| What is't makes all men so much covet, 022:30,024[A ]| Toyling more and more, 022:30,025[A ]| To increase a needless store, 022:30,026[A ]| So violently tugg and hall for't 022:30,027[A ]| Ventering body soul and all for't? 022:30,028[A ]| The rich are flatter'd and they love it, 022:30,029[A ]| We obey their shalls and musts, 022:30,030[A ]| And to gratifie their lusts, 022:30,031[A ]| We madly strive 022:30,032[A ]| Who first our*selves shall give 022:30,033[A ]| And all that is ours to them, if they'l but call for't. 022:30,000[' ]| <4> 022:30,034[A ]| If we did take no notice of them, 022:30,035[A ]| Like not, nor applaud 022:30,036[A ]| Their spoyles obtaind by force and fraud 022:30,037[A ]| But would live content and jolly 022:30,038[A ]| Laughing at their painful folly, 022:30,039[A ]| And would neither fear nor love them, 022:30,040[A ]| Underneath their loads, they'ld groan, 022:30,041[A ]| Or with shame would throw them down, 022:30,042[A ]| And live as free 022:30,043[A ]| From needlesse cares as we, 022:30,044[A ]| Slight pompe and wealth, that makes men melancholly. 022:30,000[' ]| <5> 022:30,045[A ]| Pray what are all these gaudy bubbles 022:30,046[A ]| That so boast and rant, 022:30,047[A ]| Of what they think they have, but han't? 022:30,048[A ]| But men that had the luck of living, 022:30,049[A ]| And make other's fall their thriving, 022:30,050[A ]| Hailstones got in stormes of troubles, 022:30,051[A ]| That for valour are as fit 022:30,052[A ]| For Knights, as to be Squires for wit, 022:30,053[A ]| Inspir'd with pride, 022:30,054[A ]| Did what good men defi'd, 022:30,055[A ]| Grown great by \Protean\ turning and conniving. 022:30,000[' ]| <6> 022:30,056[A ]| That man that would have me adore him 022:30,057[A ]| With my heart, he must 022:30,058[A ]| Be noble, pow'rful, wise and just, 022:30,059[A ]| And improve his parts and power 022:30,060[A ]| To support not to devour, 022:30,061[A ]| Nor pride nor lust, must e're rule o're him. 022:30,062[A ]| Th'bugbeare greatnesse without this 022:30,063[A ]| An idle, empty pageant is, 022:30,064[A ]| He that doth rise 022:30,065[A ]| And is not good and wise, 022:30,066[A ]| I honour not, but pity and deplore him. 022:31,000[' ]| 022:31,000[' ]| <\The Cheerful heart\> 022:31,000[' ]| <1> 022:31,001[A ]| What though these ill times do go cross to our will? 022:31,002[A ]| And fortune still frowns upon us? 022:31,003[A ]| Our hearts are our own, and they shall be so still, 022:31,004[A ]| A pin for the plagues they lay on us. 022:31,005[A ]| Let us take t'other cup, 022:31,006[A ]| To keep our hearts up, 022:31,007[A ]| And let it be purest Canary, 022:31,008[A ]| We'l ne're shrink or care, 022:31,009[A ]| For the crosses we bear, 022:31,010[A ]| Let 'um plague us untill they be weary. 022:31,000[' ]| <2> 022:31,011[A ]| What though we are made, both beggars and slaves, 022:31,012[A ]| Let us stoutly endure it and drink on't. 022:31,013[A ]| 'Tis our comfort we suffer, 'cause we will not be knaves, 022:31,014[A ]| Our redemption will come e're we think on't. 022:31,015[A ]| We must flatter and fear 022:31,016[A ]| Those that over us are, 022:31,017[A ]| And make 'um believe that we love 'um, 022:31,018[A ]| When their tyrannie's past, 022:31,019[A ]| We will serve them at last, 022:31,020[A ]| As they serv'd those that have been above 'um. 022:31,000[' ]| <3> 022:31,021[A ]| The Levites do preach, for the goose and the pig, 022:31,022[A ]| To drink wine but at Christmas and Easter, 022:31,023[A ]| The Doctour doth labour our lives to new-trig, 022:31,024[A ]| And makes nature to fast, but we feast her, 022:31,025[A ]| The Lawyer doth bawle, 022:31,026[A ]| Out his lungs and his gaule, 022:31,027[A ]| For the Plantiff and for the Defendant; 022:31,028[A ]| At books the Scholar lies 022:31,029[A ]| Till by Flatus he dies, 022:31,030[A ]| With the ugly hard word at the end on't. 022:31,000[' ]| <4> 022:31,031[A ]| But here's to the man that delights to Sol fa, 022:31,032[A ]| 'Tis sack is his only Rosin, 022:31,033[A ]| A load of \heigh ho's\ are not worth a \ha, ha\, 022:31,034[A ]| He's the man for my money that draws in. 022:31,035[A ]| Come a pin for this Muck, 022:31,036[A ]| And a fig for ill Luck, 022:31,037[A ]| 'Tis better be blyth and frolick, 022:31,038[A ]| Then to sigh out our breath, 022:31,039[A ]| And invite our own death 022:31,040[A ]| By the Gout or the stone, and the cholick. 022:32,000[' ]| 022:32,000[' ]| <\Made and Set Extempore\> 022:32,000[' ]| <1> 022:32,001[A ]| When our glasses flow with Wine, 022:32,002[A ]| And our souls with Sack are rais'd; 022:32,003[A ]| When we're jeer'd we do not repine; 022:32,004[A ]| Nor are proud when we are prais'd: 022:32,005[A ]| 'Tis Sack alone can raise our souls, 022:32,006[A ]| A pin for Christning drinking-bowles. 022:32,000[' ]| <2> 022:32,007[A ]| Let the Drawer raise our fancies, 022:32,008[A ]| With his wit-refining drink; 022:32,009[A ]| Hang your stories and Romances; 022:32,010[A ]| Those are fit for them that think: 022:32,011[A ]| Let him love that has a mind, 022:32,012[A ]| We to drinking are inclin'd. 022:32,000[' ]| <3> 022:32,013[A ]| Wit and love, are th'only things 022:32,014[A ]| Which fill the thoughts of Kings and us; 022:32,015[A ]| Imagination makes us Kings, 022:32,016[A ]| And that's rais'd by doing thus. 022:32,017[A ]| Drink your Sack, let wit alone, 022:32,018[A ]| Wit by drinking best is shown. 022:33,000[' ]| 022:33,000[' ]| <\The Answer to the Curse against Ale\> 022:33,000[' ]| <1> 022:33,001[A ]| A gag for shame that strumpet muse! 022:33,002[A ]| Let not her \Spanish\ tongue abuse 022:33,003[A ]| Our wholsome and Heroic \English\ juice. 022:33,000[' ]| <2> 022:33,004[A ]| 'Twas not this loyal liquor shut 022:33,005[A ]| Our Gates against our Soveraign, but 022:33,006[A ]| Strange drinks into one tub put. 022:33,000[' ]| <3> 022:33,007[A ]| When Ale was drink Canonical, 022:33,008[A ]| There were no thieves, nor watch, nor wall, 022:33,009[A ]| Men neither stole, nor lack'd, for Ale was all. 022:33,000[' ]| <4> 022:33,010[A ]| That Poet ought be dry or dumb, 022:33,011[A ]| And to our brown-bowles never come, 022:33,012[A ]| Who drinking Ale, vents only dregs and scum. 022:33,000[' ]| <5> 022:33,013[A ]| Nor had that Souldier drunk enough, 022:33,014[A ]| For Ale both valour gives and buffe, 022:33,015[A ]| Makes men unkickable, and cudgel-proof. 022:33,000[' ]| <6> 022:33,016[A ]| 'Twas the meal not mealman was the cause, 022:33,017[A ]| The mill fell down, for one small clause 022:33,018[A ]| In one meal-act, hath overthrown our lawes. 022:33,000[' ]| <7> 022:33,019[A ]| the worth of Ale none can proclaim, 022:33,020[A ]| But by th'assistance of the same, 022:33,021[A ]| From it our Land derives its noblest name. 022:33,000[' ]| <8> 022:33,022[A ]| With this men were inspir'd, but not 022:33,023[A ]| As kickshaw brains are now (God wot) 022:33,024[A ]| Inspir'd, that is, run mad, none knowes with what. 022:33,000[' ]| <9> 022:33,025[A ]| How did our stout forefathers make, 022:33,026[A ]| All Antichristian Nations quake, 022:33,027[A ]| When they their Nutbrown bowles and bills did take! 022:33,000[' ]| <10> 022:33,028[A ]| What noble sparks old Ale did kindle! 022:33,029[A ]| But now strange drinks do make men dwindle, 022:33,030[A ]| And Pigmies get, scarce fit to sway a spindle. 022:33,000[' ]| <11> 022:33,031[A ]| This liquor makes the drinkers fight 022:33,032[A ]| Stoutly, while others stoutly write: 022:33,033[A ]| This both creates the Poet and the Knight. 022:33,000[' ]| <12> 022:33,034[A ]| This makes the drawer in his Gown 022:33,035[A ]| And chain to ride and rule the Town, 022:33,036[A ]| Whose orient Nose exemplifies his frown. 022:33,000[' ]| <13> 022:33,037[A ]| How reverently the burly Host 022:33,038[A ]| With basket hilted pot and tost, 022:33,039[A ]| Commands the bak't meats, and then rules the rost. 022:33,000[' ]| <14> 022:33,040[A ]| But oh the Brewer bears the bell! 022:33,041[A ]| This makes him to such highnesse swell, 022:33,042[A ]| As none but Ale-inspir'd can think or tell. 022:33,000[' ]| <15> 022:33,043[A ]| Divert that curse then, or give o're, 022:33,044[A ]| \Don*Phillip\ can hurt Ale no more, 022:33,045[A ]| Then his \Armado\, \England\ heretofore. 022:34,000[' ]| 022:34,000[' ]| <\The Reformation\> 022:34,000[' ]| <1> 022:34,001[A ]| Tell not me of Lords or Lawes, 022:34,002[A ]| Rules or Reformation, 022:34,003[A ]| All that's done's not worth two strawes, 022:34,004[A ]| To the welfare of the Nation. 022:34,005[A ]| Men in power do rant it still, 022:34,006[A ]| And give no reason but their will, 022:34,007[A ]| For all their domination. 022:34,008[A ]| Or if they do an act that's just, 022:34,009[A ]| 'Tis not because they would, but must, 022:34,010[A ]| To Gratifie some parties lust, 022:34,011[A ]| Or meerly for a fashion. 022:34,000[' ]| <2> 022:34,012[A ]| Our expence of blood and purse 022:34,013[A ]| Has produc'd no profit. 022:34,014[A ]| Men are still as bad or worse, 022:34,015[A ]| And will be what e're comes of it. 022:34,016[A ]| We've shuffled out, and shuffled in, 022:34,017[A ]| The persons, but retain the sin, 022:34,018[A ]| To make our game the surer, 022:34,019[A ]| Yet spite of all our pains and skill, 022:34,020[A ]| The knaves all in the pack are still, 022:34,021[A ]| And ever were and ever will, 022:34,022[A ]| Though something now demurer. 022:34,000[' ]| <3> 022:34,023[A ]| And it cannot but be so, 022:34,024[A ]| Since those toys in fashion, 022:34,025[A ]| Are of souls so base and low, 022:34,026[A ]| And mere Bigots of the Nation, 022:34,027[A ]| Whose designs are power and wealth 022:34,028[A ]| At which by rapines, fraud and stealth 022:34,029[A ]| Audaciously they vent're ye, 022:34,030[A ]| They lay their consciences aside, 022:34,031[A ]| And turn with every wind and tide, 022:34,032[A ]| Puff'd on by Ignorance and pride, 022:34,033[A ]| And all to look like Gentry. 022:34,000[' ]| <4> 022:34,034[A ]| Crimes are not punish'd 'cause they're crimes 022:34,035[A ]| But 'cause they'r low and little, 022:34,036[A ]| Mean men for mean faults in these times 022:34,037[A ]| Make satisfaction to a title; 022:34,038[A ]| While those in office and in power, 022:34,039[A ]| Boldly the underlings devour. 022:34,040[A ]| Our Cobweb lawes can't hold 'um. 022:34,041[A ]| They sell for many a Thousand crown, 022:34,042[A ]| Things which were never yet their own, 022:34,043[A ]| And this is law and custom grown, 022:34,044[A ]| 'Cause those do judg that sold 'um. 022:34,000[' ]| <5> 022:34,045[A ]| Brothers still with Brothers brawl, 022:34,046[A ]| And for trifles sue 'um, 022:34,047[A ]| For two pronouns that spoil all, 022:34,048[A ]| Those contentious \7Meum, 7Tuum\, 022:34,049[A ]| The wary lawyer buyes and builds, 022:34,050[A ]| While the client sells his fields, 022:34,051[A ]| To sacrifice to's fury; 022:34,052[A ]| And when he thinks to obtain his right, 022:34,053[A ]| He's baffled off, or beaten quite, 022:34,054[A ]| By th'Judges will or Lawyers slight, 022:34,055[A ]| Or ignorance of the Jury. 022:34,000[' ]| <6> 022:34,056[A ]| See the trades-man how he thrives 022:34,057[A ]| With perpetual trouble, 022:34,058[A ]| How he cheats, and how he strives 022:34,059[A ]| His Estate t'enlarge and double, 022:34,060[A ]| Extort, oppresse, grind and encroach, 022:34,061[A ]| To be a Squire, and keep a coach, 022:34,062[A ]| And to be one o'th' Quorum. 022:34,063[A ]| Who may with's brother worships sit, 022:34,064[A ]| And judge without law, fear or wit, 022:34,065[A ]| Poor petty thieves that nothing get, 022:34,066[A ]| And yet are brought before 'um. 022:34,000[' ]| <7> 022:34,067[A ]| And his way to get all this 022:34,068[A ]| Is mere dissimulation, 022:34,069[A ]| No factious lecture does he miss, 022:34,070[A ]| And scapes no schism that's in fashion. 022:34,071[A ]| But with short hair and shining shoes, 022:34,072[A ]| He with two pens, and's note-book goes, 022:34,073[A ]| And winks and writes at randome; 022:34,074[A ]| Thence with short meal and tedious Grace, 022:34,075[A ]| In a loud tone and publick place, 022:34,076[A ]| Sings Wisdoms hymns, that trot and pace, 022:34,077[A ]| As if \Goliath\ scand 'um. 022:34,000[' ]| <8> 022:34,078[A ]| But when death begins his threats, 022:34,079[A ]| And his Conscience struggles, 022:34,080[A ]| To call to mind his former cheats, 022:34,081[A ]| Then at heav'n he turns his juggles. 022:34,082[A ]| And out of all's ill-gotten store, 022:34,083[A ]| He gives a dribling to the poor, 022:34,084[A ]| In a Hospital or a School-house, 022:34,085[A ]| And the suborned Priest for's hire, 022:34,086[A ]| Quite frees him from th'infernal fire 022:34,087[A ]| And places him i'th' Angels quire, 022:34,088[A ]| Thus these Jack-puddings fool us. 022:34,000[' ]| <9> 022:34,089[A ]| All he gets by's pains i'th' close, 022:34,090[A ]| Is that he dyed worth so much, 022:34,091[A ]| Which he on's doubtful seed bestows, 022:34,092[A ]| That neither care nor know much, 022:34,093[A ]| Then fortunes favorite his heir, 022:34,094[A ]| Bred base, and ignorant and bare, 022:34,095[A ]| Is blown up like a bubble, 022:34,096[A ]| Who wondring at's own suddain rise, 022:34,097[A ]| By pride, simplicity and vice, 022:34,098[A ]| Falls to three sports, drink, drab and dice, 022:34,099[A ]| And makes all fly like stubble. 022:34,000[' ]| <10> 022:34,100[A ]| And the Church the other twin, 022:34,101[A ]| Whose mad zeal enrag'd us, 022:34,102[A ]| Is not purifi'd a pin, 022:34,103[A ]| By all those broyles in which she engag'd us, 022:34,104[A ]| We, our wives turn'd out of doors, 022:34,105[A ]| And took in Concubines and whores, 022:34,106[A ]| To make an alteration. 022:34,107[A ]| Our Pulpiteers are proud and bold, 022:34,108[A ]| They their own Wills and factions hold, 022:34,109[A ]| And sell salvation still for Gold, 022:34,110[A ]| And here's our Reformation. 022:34,000[' ]| <11> 022:34,111[A ]| 'Tis a madness then to make 022:34,112[A ]| Thriving our employment, 022:34,113[A ]| And lucre love, for Lucres sake, 022:34,114[A ]| Since we've possession, nor injoyment. 022:34,115[A ]| Let the times run on their course, 022:34,116[A ]| For opposition makes them worse, 022:34,117[A ]| We ne're shall better find 'um, 022:34,118[A ]| Let Grandees wealth and power engrosse, 022:34,119[A ]| And honour too, while we sit close, 022:34,120[A ]| And laugh and take our plenteous dose 022:34,121[A ]| Of sack and never mind 'um. 022:35,000[' ]| 022:35,000[' ]| <\For the Generalls entertainment\> 022:35,000[' ]| <1> 022:35,001[A ]| Farewell all cares and fears, let Gladnesse come, 022:35,002[A ]| Let's all strive which shall most rejoyce, 022:35,003[A ]| No more the Trumpet, or the Thundring Drum, 022:35,004[A ]| Shall interrupt our peace with noise, 022:35,005[A ]| But all their Offices shall be 022:35,006[A ]| Inherited by sprightly melody. 022:35,007[A ]| Th'inchanting Lute and the melodious Lyre, 022:35,008[A ]| With well-tun'd souls does make 022:35,009[A ]| A full harmonious Quire. 022:35,000[' ]| <2> 022:35,010[A ]| In vain do we our*selves, our*selves destroy, 022:35,011[A ]| In vain do \English\, \English\ beat, 022:35,012[A ]| Contests are cruel, we must now wear joy, 022:35,013[A ]| And all in love, each other greet. 022:35,014[A ]| Our civil discords now shall cease, 022:35,015[A ]| And lose themselves in a desired peace. 022:35,016[A ]| All things by war are in a Chaos hurl'd, 022:35,017[A ]| But love alone first made, 022:35,018[A ]| And still preserves the World. 022:35,000[' ]| <3> 022:35,019[A ]| The Trophies of the Conquerours of old, 022:35,020[A ]| And all the spoils with which they'r crown'd, 022:35,021[A ]| Were all but types of what we do behold, 022:35,022[A ]| What they did seek for, we have found. 022:35,023[A ]| Here peace and plenty sweetly kist, 022:35,024[A ]| And both with loyalty and vertue twist, 022:35,025[A ]| Then let our joy rise high that all may share it, 022:35,026[A ]| Let wealth and honour meet desert, 022:35,027[A ]| He that wins Gold may wear it. 022:36,000[' ]| 022:36,000[' ]| <\On Sir*G%*B% his defeat\> 022:36,000[' ]| <1> 022:36,001[A ]| Pray why should any man complain, 022:36,002[A ]| Or why disturb his brest or brain, 022:36,003[A ]| At this new alteration? 022:36,004[A ]| Since that which has been done's no more, 022:36,005[A ]| Then what has oft been done before, 022:36,006[A ]| And that which will be done agen, 022:36,007[A ]| As long's there are ambitious men, 022:36,008[A ]| That strive for domination. 022:36,000[' ]| <2> 022:36,009[A ]| In this mad age there's nothing firm, 022:36,010[A ]| All things have periods and their terme, 022:36,011[A ]| Their Rise and Declinations, 022:36,012[A ]| Those gaudy Nothings we admire, 022:36,013[A ]| Which get above, and shine like fire, 022:36,014[A ]| Are empty vapours, rais'd from th'ground, 022:36,015[A ]| Whose mock-shine past, they quickly down 022:36,016[A ]| Must fall like Exhalations. 022:36,000[' ]| <3> 022:36,017[A ]| But still we Commons must be made 022:36,018[A ]| A gald, a lame, thin, hackney jade, 022:36,019[A ]| And all by turnes will ride us, 022:36,020[A ]| This side and that, no matter which, 022:36,021[A ]| For both do ride with spur and switch, 022:36,022[A ]| Till we are tyr'd, and then at last, 022:36,023[A ]| We stumble, and our riders cast, 022:36,024[A ]| 'Cause they'ld not feed nor guide us. 022:36,000[' ]| <4> 022:36,025[A ]| The insulting Clergy quite mistook, 022:36,026[A ]| In thinking Kingdoms past by book, 022:36,027[A ]| Or Crowns were got by prating; 022:36,028[A ]| 'Tis not the blackcoat, but the red 022:36,029[A ]| Has power to make, or be the head, 022:36,030[A ]| Nor is it words, or oaths, or tears, 022:36,031[A ]| But Muskets or full Bandoleers 022:36,032[A ]| Have power of Legislating. 022:36,000[' ]| <5> 022:36,033[A ]| The Lawyers must lay by their book, 022:36,034[A ]| And study \Lambert\ more then \Cook\, 022:36,035[A ]| The sword's the learnedst pleader, 022:36,036[A ]| Reports and judgments will not do't, 022:36,037[A ]| But 'tis Dragoons, and Horse and foot, 022:36,038[A ]| Words are but wind, but blowes come home, 022:36,039[A ]| A stout tongu'd Lawyer's but a Mome, 022:36,040[A ]| Compar'd to a stout File-leader. 022:36,000[' ]| <6> 022:36,041[A ]| Luck, wit or valour, rule all things, 022:36,042[A ]| They pull down and they set up Kings, 022:36,043[A ]| All lawes are in their bosome; 022:36,044[A ]| That side is always right that's strong, 022:36,045[A ]| And that that's beaten must be wrong, 022:36,046[A ]| And he that thinks it is not so, 022:36,047[A ]| Unlesse he's sure to beat 'um too, 022:36,048[A ]| Is but a fool t'oppose 'um. 022:36,000[' ]| <7> 022:36,049[A ]| Let them impose taxes or rates, 022:36,050[A ]| 'Tis but on those that have estates, 022:36,051[A ]| Not such as I and thou are, 022:36,052[A ]| But it concerns those worldlings, which 022:36,053[A ]| Are left, or made, or else grow rich, 022:36,054[A ]| Such as have studied all their dayes, 022:36,055[A ]| The saving and the thriving wayes, 022:36,056[A ]| To be the mules of power. 022:36,000[' ]| <8> 022:36,057[A ]| If they reform the Church or State, 022:36,058[A ]| We'l ne're be troubled much thereat, 022:36,059[A ]| Let each man take's opinion, 022:36,060[A ]| If we don't like the Church you know, 022:36,061[A ]| Taverns are free and there we go, 022:36,062[A ]| And if every*one would be 022:36,063[A ]| As cleerly unconcern'd as we, 022:36,064[A ]| They'd ne're fight for Dominion. 022:37,000[' ]| 022:37,000[' ]| <\Against Corrupted Sack\> 022:37,000[' ]| <1> 022:37,001[A ]| SACK! once my comfort and my dear delight, 022:37,002[A ]| Dull mortals quickning spirit; 022:37,003[A ]| Thou didst once give affections, wit, and might, 022:37,004[A ]| Thou mad'st the Lover and the Wight, 022:37,005[A ]| Thou mad'st one dye, and t'other fight, 022:37,006[A ]| Thou mad'st the Poet, who made both, and thou 022:37,007[A ]| Inspir'd our brains with genial fire till now 022:37,008[A ]| Th'hast justly lost thy honour 022:37,009[A ]| 'Cause th'hast lost thy power and merit. 022:37,000[' ]| <2> 022:37,010[A ]| Now we depose thee from th'usurped throne, 022:37,011[A ]| Since thou'rt degenerate and disloyall; 022:37,012[A ]| Thou hast no proper father of thine own, 022:37,013[A ]| But art a bastard got by th'Town 022:37,014[A ]| By AEquivoke generation, 022:37,015[A ]| Thy Bawds, the Vintners do compound thee more, 022:37,016[A ]| Then \Flavel\ or \Besse Beer\ ere drugg'd a whore, 022:37,017[A ]| Nor canst thou now inspire nor feed, 022:37,018[A ]| Nor cherish, but destroy all. 022:37,000[' ]| <3> 022:37,019[A ]| Oh where's that sprightly Poetry and Wit, 022:37,020[A ]| That should endure for*ever? 022:37,021[A ]| Had \Homer\ drank thy mixture, he had writ 022:37,022[A ]| Lines that would make the Reader spit, 022:37,023[A ]| Nor beyond puns would \Pindar\ get, 022:37,024[A ]| \Virgil\ and \Horace\ if inspir'd by thee, 022:37,025[A ]| Had writ but leud and pagan poetry, 022:37,026[A ]| Dull dropsy'd lines, or else as dry 022:37,027[A ]| And raging as a fever. 022:37,000[' ]| <4> 022:37,028[A ]| Treasons committed and contriv'd by thee, 022:37,029[A ]| Kingdoms and Kings subverted, 022:37,030[A ]| 'Tis thou makest Rulers fools and cowards bee, 022:37,031[A ]| And such as ought to bend the Knee 022:37,032[A ]| Madly invade the Soveraignty, 022:37,033[A ]| Thou throwst us on all actions, vile and fell, 022:37,034[A ]| First mak'st us do, and then thou mak'st us tell, 022:37,035[A ]| And whom we swore to serve, 022:37,036[A ]| By thee we basely have deserted. 022:37,000[' ]| <5> 022:37,037[A ]| Thou plague of bodies and th'unnatural Nurse 022:37,038[A ]| Of Sicknesse and Physitians, 022:37,039[A ]| Ruine of wit, and strength, and fame, and purse, 022:37,040[A ]| That hast destroy'd poor mortals worse 022:37,041[A ]| Then the great plague, or \Merosh\ curse. 022:37,042[A ]| In fifty nine th'hast spilt more \English\ blood 022:37,043[A ]| Then e're in eighty eight the \Spaniard\ could 022:37,044[A ]| By his \Armado\, or can since destroy 022:37,045[A ]| By's inquisitions. 022:37,000[' ]| <6> 022:37,046[A ]| Hence from my veins, from my desires be gone, 022:37,047[A ]| I loath thee and defie thee, 022:37,048[A ]| I'le now find out a purer \Helicon\, 022:37,049[A ]| Which wits may safely feast upon, 022:37,050[A ]| And baffle thy hobgoblin \Don\. 022:37,051[A ]| And live to see thee and thy mungrel race 022:37,052[A ]| Contemn'd and rooted out of every place, 022:37,053[A ]| And those thou'st fool'd and wrong'd like me, 022:37,054[A ]| For*ever ever fly thee. 022:38,000[' ]| 022:38,000[' ]| <\The Lamentation\> 022:38,000[' ]| 022:38,000[' ]| <1> 022:38,001[A ]| Mourne, \London\, mourne, 022:38,002[A ]| Bathe thy polluted soul in tears; 022:38,003[A ]| Returne, returne, 022:38,004[A ]| Thou hast more cause of grief, then th'hadst for fears, 022:38,005[A ]| For the whole Kingdom now begins 022:38,006[A ]| To feel thy sorrows as they saw thy sins, 022:38,007[A ]| And now do no 022:38,008[A ]| Compassion show 022:38,009[A ]| Unto thy misery and wo, 022:38,010[A ]| But slight thy sufferings as thou didst theirs. 022:38,000[' ]| <2> 022:38,011[A ]| Pride, towring pride, 022:38,012[A ]| And boyling lust, those fatal twins, 022:38,013[A ]| Sit side by side, 022:38,014[A ]| And are become plantations of sins. 022:38,015[A ]| Hence thy Rebellions first did flow, 022:38,016[A ]| Both to the King above, and him below. 022:38,017[A ]| And sordid sloth 022:38,018[A ]| The Nurse of both, 022:38,019[A ]| Have rais'd thy crimes to such a growth, 022:38,020[A ]| That sorrow must conclude as sin begins. 022:38,000[' ]| <3> 022:38,021[A ]| Fire, raging fire, 022:38,022[A ]| Shall burn thy stately towers down, 022:38,023[A ]| Yet not expire, 022:38,024[A ]| Tygres and Wolves, or men more savage grown, 022:38,025[A ]| Thy childrens brains, and thine shall dash, 022:38,026[A ]| And in your blood their guilty tallons wash, 022:38,027[A ]| Thy Daughters must 022:38,028[A ]| Allay their lust, 022:38,029[A ]| Mischiefs will be on mischief thrust, 022:38,030[A ]| Till thy Cap tumble as thou mad'st the Crown. 022:38,000[' ]| <4> 022:38,031[A ]| Cry, \London\ cry! 022:38,032[A ]| Now now petition for redresse, 022:38,033[A ]| Where canst thou fly? 022:38,034[A ]| Thy emptyed chests augment thy heavinesse, 022:38,035[A ]| The Gentry and the Commons loath, 022:38,036[A ]| Th'adored Houses slight thee worse then both, 022:38,037[A ]| The King poor saint, 022:38,038[A ]| Would held but can't; 022:38,039[A ]| To heav'n alone unfold thy want, 022:38,040[A ]| Thence came thy plagues, thence only pity flow'th. 022:39,000[' ]| 022:39,000[' ]| <\The Riddle\> 022:39,000[' ]| 022:39,000[' ]| <1> 022:39,001[A ]| No more, no more, 022:39,002[A ]| We are already pin'd, 022:39,003[A ]| And sore and poor, 022:39,004[A ]| In body and in mind. 022:39,005[A ]| And yet our sufferings have been 022:39,006[A ]| Lesse then our sin. 022:39,007[A ]| Come long-desired peace we thee implore, 022:39,008[A ]| And let our pains be lesse, or power more. 022:39,000[' ]| <2> 022:39,009[A ]| Lament, Lament, 022:39,010[A ]| And let thy tears run down, 022:39,011[A ]| To see the rent 022:39,012[A ]| Between the Robe and Crown, 022:39,013[A ]| Yet both do strive to make it more 022:39,014[A ]| Then 'twas before, 022:39,015[A ]| War like a serpent has its head got in, 022:39,016[A ]| And will not end so soon as't did begin. 022:39,000[' ]| <3> 022:39,017[A ]| One body Jars, 022:39,018[A ]| And with its self does fight, 022:39,019[A ]| War meets with warrs 022:39,020[A ]| And might resisteth might. 022:39,021[A ]| And both sides say they love the King, 022:39,022[A ]| And peace will bring. 022:39,023[A ]| Yet since these fatal civill broyls begun, 022:39,024[A ]| Strange Riddle! both have conquer'd, neither won. 022:39,000[' ]| <4> 022:39,025[A ]| One God, one King, 022:39,026[A ]| One true Religion still, 022:39,027[A ]| In every*thing 022:39,028[A ]| One Law both should fulfil, 022:39,029[A ]| All these both sides does still pretend 022:39,030[A ]| That they defend. 022:39,031[A ]| Yet to encrease the King and Kingdoms woes, 022:39,032[A ]| Which side soever wins, good subjects lose. 022:39,000[' ]| <5> 022:39,033[A ]| The King doth swear, 022:39,034[A ]| That he doth fight for them; 022:39,035[A ]| And they declare, 022:39,036[A ]| They do the like for him: 022:39,037[A ]| Both say they wish and fight for peace, 022:39,038[A ]| Yet wars increase. 022:39,039[A ]| So between both, before our wars be gone, 022:39,040[A ]| Our lives and goods are lost, and we're undone. 022:39,000[' ]| <6> 022:39,041[A ]| Since 'tis our curse, 022:39,042[A ]| To fight we know not why; 022:39,043[A ]| 'Tis worse and worse 022:39,044[A ]| The longer thus we ly. 022:39,045[A ]| For war it*self is but a Nurse 022:39,046[A ]| To make us worse. 022:39,047[A ]| Come blessed peace we once again implore, 022:39,048[A ]| And let our pains be lesse, or power more. 022:40,000[' ]| 022:40,000[' ]| <\On the Kings returne\> 022:40,000[' ]| <1> 022:40,001[A ]| Long have we waited for a happy End 022:40,002[A ]| Of all our miseries and strife; 022:40,003[A ]| But still in vaine; the Swordmen did intend, 022:40,004[A ]| To make them hold for tearm of Life, 022:40,005[A ]| That our distempers might be made, 022:40,006[A ]| Their everlasting lively-hood and trade. 022:40,000[' ]| <2> 022:40,007[A ]| They entayle their Swords and Guns, 022:40,008[A ]| And pay, which wounded more, 022:40,009[A ]| Upon their Daughters and their Sons, 022:40,010[A ]| Thereby to keep us ever poor. 022:40,000[' ]| <3> 022:40,011[A ]| And when the Civil wars were past 022:40,012[A ]| They civil Government envade, 022:40,013[A ]| To make our taxes, and our slavery last, 022:40,014[A ]| Both to their titles, and their trade. 022:40,000[' ]| <4> 022:40,015[A ]| But now we are redeem'd from all, 022:40,016[A ]| By our Indulgent King; 022:40,017[A ]| Whose coming does prevent our fall, 022:40,018[A ]| With loyal and with joyful hearts we'l sing. 022:40,000[' ]| <\Chorus\> 022:40,019[A ]| Welcome, welcome royal May, 022:40,020[A ]| Welcome long desired Spring, 022:40,021[A ]| Many springs and Mays we've seen 022:40,022[A ]| Have brought forth what's gay and green. 022:40,023[A ]| But none is like this glorious day 022:40,024[A ]| Which brings forth our Gracious King. 022:41,000[' ]| 022:41,000[' ]| <\A Catch\> 022:41,001[A ]| Let's leave off our labour, and now let's go play, 022:41,002[A ]| For this is our time to be jolly; 022:41,003[A ]| Our plagues and our plaguers are both fled away, 022:41,004[A ]| To nourish our griefs is but folly. 022:41,005[A ]| He that won't drink and sing, 022:41,006[A ]| Is a Traytor to's King, 022:41,007[A ]| And so's he that does not look twenty years younger; 022:41,008[A ]| We'l look blith and trim, 022:41,009[A ]| With rejoycing at him 022:41,010[A ]| That is the restorer, and will be the Prolonger, 022:41,011[A ]| Of all our felicity and health, 022:41,012[A ]| The joy of our hearts, and increase of our wealth, 022:41,013[A ]| 'Tis he brings our trading, our trading brings riches, 022:41,014[A ]| Our riches brings honors, at which every mind itches, 022:41,015[A ]| And our riches bring sack, and our sack brings us joy, 022:41,016[A ]| And our joy makes us leap, and sing \9Vive 9le 9Roy\. 022:42,000[' ]| 022:42,000[' ]| <\For General\*Monk \his entertainment at\> 022:42,000[' ]| 022:42,000[' ]| <1> 022:42,001[A ]| Ring Bells! and let bone-fiers out blaze the sun! 022:42,002[A ]| Let ecchoes contribute their voice! 022:42,003[A ]| Since now a happy settlement's begun, 022:42,004[A ]| Let all things tell how all good men rejoyce. 022:42,005[A ]| If these sad Lands by this 022:42,006[A ]| Can but obtain the blisse 022:42,007[A ]| Of their desired, though abused peace; 022:42,008[A ]| We'l never never more 022:42,009[A ]| Run mad as we have heretofore 022:42,010[A ]| To buy our ruine; but all strife shall cease. 022:42,000[' ]| <2> 022:42,011[A ]| The Cobler shall edifie us no more, 022:42,012[A ]| Nor shall in divinity set any stiches, 022:42,013[A ]| The women we will no more hear and adore 022:42,014[A ]| That preach with their husbands for the breeches. 022:42,015[A ]| The Fanatical tribe 022:42,016[A ]| That will not subscribe, 022:42,017[A ]| To the orders of Church and of State, 022:42,018[A ]| Shall be smother'd with the Zeal 022:42,019[A ]| Of their new common-weale 022:42,020[A ]| And no man will mind what they prate. 022:42,000[' ]| <\Chorus\> 022:42,021[A ]| We'l eat, and we'l drink, we'l dance and we'l sing, 022:42,022[A ]| The Roundheads and Cave's no more shall be nam'd; 022:42,023[A ]| But all joyn together to make up the ring, 022:42,024[A ]| And rejoyce that the many-headed dragon is tam'd. 022:42,025[A ]| 'Tis friendship and love, that can save us and arme us, 022:42,026[A ]| And while we all agree, their is nothing can harme us. 022:43,000[' ]| 022:43,000[' ]| <\The Advice\> 022:43,000[' ]| <1> 022:43,001[A ]| He that a happy life would lead, 022:43,002[A ]| In these dayes of distraction, 022:43,003[A ]| Let him listen to me, and I will read 022:43,004[A ]| A lecture without faction. 022:43,005[A ]| Let him want three things, 022:43,006[A ]| Whence misery springs, 022:43,007[A ]| All which do begin with a letter; 022:43,008[A ]| Let him bound his desires, 022:43,009[A ]| With what nature requires, 022:43,010[A ]| And with reason his humours fetter. 022:43,000[' ]| <2> 022:43,011[A ]| Let not his Wealth prodigious grow, 022:43,012[A ]| For that breeds cares and dangers, 022:43,013[A ]| Makes him hated above and envyed below, 022:43,014[A ]| And a constant slave to strangers. 022:43,015[A ]| He is happiest of all, 022:43,016[A ]| Whose estate is but small, 022:43,017[A ]| Yet enough to delight and maintain him. 022:43,018[A ]| He may do, he may say, 022:43,019[A ]| Having nothing to pay, 022:43,020[A ]| It will not quit costs to arraign him. 022:43,000[' ]| <3> 022:43,021[A ]| Nor must he be clogg'd with a Wife, 022:43,022[A ]| For household cares incumber, 022:43,023[A ]| And do to one place confine a mans life, 022:43,024[A ]| 'Cause he cant remove his limber. 022:43,025[A ]| They're happiest by farr, 022:43,026[A ]| Who unwedded are, 022:43,027[A ]| And forrage on all in common, 022:43,028[A ]| From all storms they can fly, 022:43,029[A ]| And if they should dy, 022:43,030[A ]| They ruine nor child nor woman. 022:43,000[' ]| <4> 022:43,031[A ]| Nor let his brains o'reflow with Wit, 022:43,032[A ]| That capers o're's discretion; 022:43,033[A ]| 'Tis costly to keep, and 'tis hard to get 022:43,034[A ]| And 'tis dangerous in the possession. 022:43,035[A ]| They are happiest men 022:43,036[A ]| Who can scarce tell ten, 022:43,037[A ]| And beat not their brains about reason, 022:43,038[A ]| They may speak what will serve, 022:43,039[A ]| Themselves to preserve, 022:43,040[A ]| And their words are ne're taken for treason. 022:43,000[' ]| <5> 022:43,041[A ]| But of all fools there is none like the Wit, 022:43,042[A ]| For he takes pains to shew it, 022:43,043[A ]| When his pride, or his drink work him into a fit, 022:43,044[A ]| Then straight he must be a Poet. 022:43,045[A ]| Then his Jests he flings, 022:43,046[A ]| Both at States and at Kings, 022:43,047[A ]| For Applause and for Bayes and Shadowes, 022:43,048[A ]| Thinks a verse saves as well 022:43,049[A ]| As a circle or a spell, 022:43,050[A ]| 'Till he rithmes himself to the \Barbadoes\. 022:43,000[' ]| <6> 022:43,051[A ]| He that within these bounds can live, 022:43,052[A ]| May baffle all disasters, 022:43,053[A ]| To Fortune and Fates commands he may give, 022:43,054[A ]| Which worldlings make their masters. 022:43,055[A ]| He may sing, he may laugh, 022:43,056[A ]| He may dance, he may quaffe, 022:43,057[A ]| May be mad, may be sad, may be jolly, 022:43,058[A ]| He may sleep without care, 022:43,059[A ]| And wake without fear 022:43,060[A ]| And laugh at the whole world, and its folly. 023:00,000[' ]|
023:01,000[' ]| 023:01,000[' ]| <\The Satyr of Money\> 023:01,000[' ]| <1> 023:01,001[A ]| It is not the Silver or gold of its self, 023:01,002[A ]| That makes men adore it; but 'tis for its power: 023:01,003[A ]| For no man does dote upon pelf, because pelf, 023:01,004[A ]| But all court the Lady in hopes of her Dower. 023:01,005[A ]| The wonders that now in our dayes we behold, 023:01,006[A ]| Done by th'irresistible power of Gold, 023:01,007[A ]| Our Love, and our Zeal, and Allegiance do mold. 023:01,000[' ]| <2> 023:01,008[A ]| This purchaseth Kingdoms, Kings, Scepters, and Crowns, 023:01,009[A ]| Wins Battles, and conquers the Conquerours bold; 023:01,010[A ]| Takes Bulwarks, and Castles, and Armies, and Towns, 023:01,011[A ]| Our prime Lawes are written in letters of Gold. 023:01,012[A ]| 'Tis this that our Parliaments calls, and creates, 023:01,013[A ]| Turns Kings into Keepers, and Kingdoms to States, 023:01,014[A ]| And Peopledoms this into High-doms translates. 023:01,000[' ]| <3> 023:01,015[A ]| This plots doth devise, then discovers what th'are, 023:01,016[A ]| This makes the great felons the lesser condemn: 023:01,017[A ]| Sets those on the bench that should stand at the bar, 023:01,018[A ]| Who judge such as by right ought to execute them: 023:01,019[A ]| Give the boystrous Clown his unsufferable pride, 023:01,020[A ]| Makes Beggars, and fools, and Usurpers to ride, 023:01,021[A ]| While ruin'd proprietors run by their side. 023:01,000[' ]| <4> 023:01,022[A ]| Stamp either the arms of the State, or the King, 023:01,023[A ]| St%*\George\ or the breeches, C%*R% or O%*P% 023:01,024[A ]| The Crosse and the fiddle 'tis all the same thing. 023:01,025[A ]| This still is the Queen who e're the King be. 023:01,026[A ]| This lines mens Religion, builds doctrines and truth, 023:01,027[A ]| With zeal, and the spirit, the factious endew'th, 023:01,028[A ]| To club with St%*\Katherine\ or sweet sister \Ruth\. 023:01,000[' ]| <5> 023:01,029[A ]| This made our black Senate to sit still so long, 023:01,030[A ]| To make themselves rich by making us poor; 023:01,031[A ]| This made our bold Army so daring, and strong, 023:01,032[A ]| And that made them drive 'um like Geese out of door. 023:01,033[A ]| 'Twas this made the Covenant-makers to make it, 023:01,034[A ]| And this made our Levites to make us to take it, 023:01,035[A ]| And this made both makers and takers forsake it. 023:01,000[' ]| <6> 023:01,036[A ]| This spawn'd the dunghil crew of Committees and 'Strators, 023:01,037[A ]| Who lived by picking their Parliaments Gums, 023:01,038[A ]| This made and then prospered Rebels and Traytors, 023:01,039[A ]| And made Gentry of those that were the Nations scums. 023:01,040[A ]| This Herald gives armes, not for merit but store, 023:01,041[A ]| Gives Coates unto such, as did sell coates before, 023:01,042[A ]| If their pockets be lin'd but with Argent and Oare. 023:01,000[' ]| <7> 023:01,043[A ]| 'Tis this makes the Lawyer give judgment and plead, 023:01,044[A ]| On this side, or that side, on both sides or neither, 023:01,045[A ]| This makes Yeomen Clerks, that can scarce write or read, 023:01,046[A ]| And spawns arbitrary orders as various as the weather: 023:01,047[A ]| This makes the blew-lecturer pray, preach, and prate 023:01,048[A ]| Without reason or truth against King, church or State, 023:01,049[A ]| To shew the thin lyning of his twice-cover'd pate. 023:01,000[' ]| <8> 023:01,050[A ]| 'Tis this that makes Earls, Lords, Knights, and Esquires, 023:01,051[A ]| Without breeding, discent, wit, learning or merit; 023:01,052[A ]| Makes Ropers and Ale-drapers Sheriffs of Shires, 023:01,053[A ]| Whose trade's not so low nor so base as their spirit: 023:01,054[A ]| This Justices makes, and wise ones we know, 023:01,055[A ]| Furr'd Aldermen likewise, and Mayors also, 023:01,056[A ]| Makes the old wife to trot, and makes the Mare go. 023:01,000[' ]| <9> 023:01,057[A ]| This makes the blew aprons write themselves worshipful, 023:01,058[A ]| And for this we stand bare and before 'um do fall; 023:01,059[A ]| They leave their young Heirs well fleeced with wool, 023:01,060[A ]| Whom we're to call Squires, and they're to pay all, 023:01,061[A ]| Who with beggarly souls, though their bodies are gawdy, 023:01,062[A ]| Court the pale Chambermaid and nickname her a Lady, 023:01,063[A ]| And for want of discourse they do swear and talk baudy. 023:01,000[' ]| <10> 023:01,064[A ]| For money mens lives may be purchas'd and sold, 023:01,065[A ]| 'Tis money breaks laws and that mends 'um again; 023:01,066[A ]| Men venture their quiet and safety for gold, 023:01,067[A ]| When they wont stir a foot their rights to maintain. 023:01,068[A ]| This Doctors createth of Dunces, and those, 023:01,069[A ]| Commanders that use to pollute their hose, 023:01,070[A ]| This buys the spruce gallant his verse and his prose. 023:01,000[' ]| <11> 023:01,071[A ]| This marriage makes, 'tis the center of love, 023:01,072[A ]| It drawes on the man and it pricks up the woman; 023:01,073[A ]| Birth, virtue, and parts, no affection can move, 023:01,074[A ]| While this makes Lords bow to the brat of a Broom-man. 023:01,075[A ]| Gives vertue, and beauty to the lass that you woe, 023:01,076[A ]| Makes women of all sorts and ages to do; 023:01,077[A ]| 'Tis the soul of the world, and the worlding too. 023:01,000[' ]| <12> 023:01,078[A ]| This horses procures you, and hawks, hounds and hares, 023:01,079[A ]| 'Tis this keeps your Groom, and your Groom keeps your Gelding; 023:01,080[A ]| It buys Citizens wives as well as their wares, 023:01,081[A ]| And makes your coy Ladies so coming and yielding; 023:01,082[A ]| This buys us good sack, which revives the spring, 023:01,083[A ]| This gives the poetical fancies their wing, 023:01,084[A ]| This makes you as merry as we that do sing. 023:02,000[' ]| 023:02,000[' ]| <\Upon a Sign-Post, set up by one\ Mr%*Pecke> 023:02,000[' ]| <\at\ Skoale \in\ Norfolk> 023:02,000[' ]| <1> 023:02,001[A ]| Did none of you hear, 023:02,002[A ]| Of a wonder last year, 023:02,003[A ]| That through all \Norfolk\ did ring? 023:02,004[A ]| Of an Inn and an Host, 023:02,005[A ]| With a Sign and a post 023:02,006[A ]| That might hold (God bless us) the King? 023:02,000[' ]| <2> 023:02,007[A ]| The building is great 023:02,008[A ]| And very compleat, 023:02,009[A ]| But can't be compard to the signe; 023:02,010[A ]| But within doors, I think 023:02,011[A ]| 's scarce a drop of good drink, 023:02,012[A ]| For \Bacchus\ drinks all the best wine. 023:02,000[' ]| <3> 023:02,013[A ]| But here's the design, 023:02,014[A ]| What's amisse in the Wine, 023:02,015[A ]| By wenches shall be supply'd; 023:02,016[A ]| There's three on a row 023:02,017[A ]| Stands out for a show, 023:02,018[A ]| To draw in the Gallants that ride. 023:02,000[' ]| <4> 023:02,019[A ]| The first of the three, 023:02,020[A ]| \Diana\ should be, 023:02,021[A ]| But she cuckolded poor \Actaeon\, 023:02,022[A ]| And his head she adorns, 023:02,023[A ]| With such visible horns, 023:02,024[A ]| That he's fit for his hounds for to prey on. 023:02,000[' ]| <5> 023:02,025[A ]| 'Tis unsafe we do find 023:02,026[A ]| To trust Women kind, 023:02,027[A ]| Since horning's a part of their trade; 023:02,028[A ]| \Diana\ is plac't 023:02,029[A ]| As a Goddesse that's chast, 023:02,030[A ]| Yet \Actaeon\ a Monster she made. 023:02,000[' ]| <6> 023:02,031[A ]| The next wench doth stand, 023:02,032[A ]| With the scales in her hand 023:02,033[A ]| And is ready to come at your beck; 023:02,034[A ]| A new trick they've found, 023:02,035[A ]| To sell sack by the pound, 023:02,036[A ]| But 'twere better they'd sell't by the peck. 023:02,000[' ]| <7> 023:02,037[A ]| The last of the three 023:02,038[A ]| They say prudence must be 023:02,039[A ]| With the serpent and horn of plenty; 023:02,040[A ]| But plenty and wit 023:02,041[A ]| So seldom doth hit, 023:02,042[A ]| That they fall not to one in twenty. 023:02,000[' ]| <8> 023:02,043[A ]| But above these things all, 023:02,044[A ]| Stands a fellow that's small, 023:02,045[A ]| With a Quadrant discerning the wind, 023:02,046[A ]| And says hee's a fool 023:02,047[A ]| That travells from \Skoale\, 023:02,048[A ]| And leaves his good liquor behind. 023:02,000[' ]| <9> 023:02,049[A ]| Nere the top of the sign, 023:02,050[A ]| Stand three on a line, 023:02,051[A ]| One in Temperance, still powring out, 023:02,052[A ]| And Fortitude will 023:02,053[A ]| Drink what Temperance fill, 023:02,054[A ]| And fears not the stone or the gout. 023:02,000[' ]| <10> 023:02,055[A ]| The next of these three 023:02,056[A ]| You'l an Usurer see, 023:02,057[A ]| With a prodigal child in his mouth; 023:02,058[A ]| 'Tis Time (as some say) 023:02,059[A ]| And well so it may 023:02,060[A ]| For they be devourers both. 023:02,000[' ]| <11> 023:02,061[A ]| The last that you stare on 023:02,062[A ]| Is old father \Charon\ 023:02,063[A ]| Who's wafting a wench o're the ferry, 023:02,064[A ]| Where \Cerberus\ do's stand 023:02,065[A ]| To watch where they land, 023:02,066[A ]| And together they go to be merry. 023:02,000[' ]| <12> 023:02,067[A ]| Now to see such a change 023:02,068[A ]| Is a thing that is strange 023:02,069[A ]| That one who as stories do tell us, 023:02,070[A ]| His money has lent 023:02,071[A ]| At fifty 7per*cent 023:02,072[A ]| A Colledg should build for goodfellows. 023:02,000[' ]| <13> 023:02,073[A ]| But under this work 023:02,074[A ]| Do's a misery lurk, 023:02,075[A ]| That shewes us the founders design, 023:02,076[A ]| He has chalk'd out the way 023:02,077[A ]| For Gallants to stray, 023:02,078[A ]| That their lands may be his in fine. 023:02,000[' ]| <14> 023:02,079[A ]| That's first an Ale-bench, 023:02,080[A ]| Next hounds then a wench, 023:02,081[A ]| With these three to roar and to revel; 023:02,082[A ]| Brings the prodigals lands, 023:02,083[A ]| To the Usurers hands 023:02,084[A ]| And his body and soul to the Devil. 023:02,000[' ]| <15> 023:02,085[A ]| Now if you would know 023:02,086[A ]| After all this adoe, 023:02,087[A ]| By what name this sign should be known, 023:02,088[A ]| Some call't this, and some that, 023:02,089[A ]| And some I know not what; 023:02,090[A ]| But 'tis many signs in one. 023:02,000[' ]| <16> 023:02,091[A ]| 'Tis a sign that who built it 023:02,092[A ]| Had more money then wit, 023:02,093[A ]| And more wealth then he got or can use, 023:02,094[A ]| 'Tis a sign that all we 023:02,095[A ]| Have lesse wit then he 023:02,096[A ]| That go thither to drink and may chuse. 023:03,000[' ]| 023:03,000[' ]| <\A new Diurnal of passage more\> 023:03,000[' ]| <\Exactly drawn up then heretofore.\> 023:03,000[' ]| <\Printed and published, 'tis order'd to be\> 023:03,000[' ]| <\By\ Henry*Elsing the Clerk of the P%\> 023:03,000[' ]| <\1. June. 1643\> 023:03,001[A ]| Since many Diurnals (for which we are griev'd,) 023:03,002[A ]| Are come from both Houses, and are not believ'd; 023:03,003[A ]| The better to help them for running and flying, 023:03,004[A ]| We have put them in Verse, to Authorize their lying. 023:03,005[A ]| For it has been debated, and found to be true, 023:03,006[A ]| That lying's a Parliament Priviledge too: 023:03,007[A ]| And that they may the sooner our conquests reherse, 023:03,008[A ]| We are minded to put them in Galloping verse; 023:03,009[A ]| But so many Maim'd Souldiers from \Reading\ there came, 023:03,010[A ]| That in spite of the Surgeons, make our verses go lame. 023:03,011[A ]| We have ever us'd Fictions, and now it is known, 023:03,012[A ]| Our Poverty has made us Poetical grown. 023:03,000[A ]| \Munday\ 023:03,013[A ]| On Munday both Houses fell into debate, 023:03,014[A ]| And were likely to fall by the ears as they sate; 023:03,015[A ]| Yet would they not have the business decided, 023:03,016[A ]| That they (as the Kingdom is) might be divided. 023:03,017[A ]| They had an intention to Prayers to go, 023:03,018[A ]| But \7Extempore\ Prayers are now Common too. 023:03,019[A ]| To Voting they fall; and the key of the work, 023:03,020[A ]| Was the raising of mony for the State and the Kirke. 023:03,021[A ]| 'Tis only Free-loan: yet this order they make, 023:03,022[A ]| That when Men would not lend, they should Plunder and take. 023:03,023[A ]| Upon this, the word Plunder came into their mind, 023:03,024[A ]| And they all did labour a new one to find. 023:03,025[A ]| They call'd it distraining: yet thought it no shame, 023:03,026[A ]| To persist in the Act, which they blush't for to name. 023:03,027[A ]| They Voted all Persons from \Oxford\ that came, 023:03,028[A ]| Should be apprehended: and after the same, 023:03,029[A ]| With an Humble Petition, the King they request, 023:03,030[A ]| Hee'd be pleas'd to return, and be serv'd like the rest. 023:03,031[A ]| A message from \Oxford\ conducing to peace, 023:03,032[A ]| Came next to their hands, that Armes might cease. 023:03,033[A ]| They Voted and Voted, and still they did vary, 023:03,034[A ]| Till at last the whole sence of the House was contrary 023:03,035[A ]| To reason; they knew by their Armes they might gain, 023:03,036[A ]| What neither true reason, nor Law can maintain. 023:03,037[A ]| Cessation was voted a dangerous plot; 023:03,038[A ]| Because the King would have it, both Houses would not. 023:03,039[A ]| But when they resolv'd it, abroad must be blown, 023:03,040[A ]| (To baffle the World) that the King would have none. 023:03,041[A ]| And carefully muzled the mouth of the press, 023:03,042[A ]| Least the truth should peep through their jugling dress. 023:03,043[A ]| For they knew a cessation would work them more harmes, 023:03,044[A ]| Then \Essex\ could do the Cavaliers with his armes. 023:03,045[A ]| While they keep the Ships and the Forts in their hand, 023:03,046[A ]| They may be Traytors by Sea, as well as by Land. 023:03,047[A ]| The Forts will preserve them as long as they stay, 023:03,048[A ]| And the Ships carry them and their plunder away. 023:03,049[A ]| They have therefore good reason to account war the better, 023:03,050[A ]| For the Law will prove to them but a killing letter. 023:03,000[A ]| \Tuesday\ 023:03,051[A ]| A Post from his Excellence came blowing his Horn, 023:03,052[A ]| For mony to advance, and this spun out the Morn; 023:03,053[A ]| And strait to the City some went for reliefe, 023:03,054[A ]| The rest made an Ordinance to carry Powder-Beefe. 023:03,055[A ]| Thus up go the Round-Heads, and \Essex\ advances, 023:03,056[A ]| But only to lead his Souldiers new dances. 023:03,057[A ]| To \Reading\ he goes, for at \Oxford\ (they say) 023:03,058[A ]| His wife has made Bull works to keep him away. 023:03,059[A ]| Prince*\Rupert\, for fear that the name be confounded, 023:03,060[A ]| Will saw off his horns, and make him a Round-head. 023:03,061[A ]| The newes was returned with General fame, 023:03,062[A ]| That \Reading\ was taken ere ever he came. 023:03,063[A ]| Then away Rode our Captains, and Souldiers did run, 023:03,064[A ]| To shew themselves valiant, when the Battail was done, 023:03,065[A ]| Preparing to plunder, but as soon as they came, 023:03,066[A ]| They quickly perceived it was but a flam: 023:03,067[A ]| An Ordinance of Parliament \Essex\ brought down, 023:03,068[A ]| But that would not serve him to batter the Town. 023:03,069[A ]| More mony was rais'd, more Men and Ammunition, 023:03,070[A ]| Carts loaded with Turnips, and other provision. 023:03,071[A ]| His Excellence had Chines and Rams-heads for a present, 023:03,072[A ]| And his Councel of War had Woodcock and Pheasant. 023:03,073[A ]| But \Ven\ had five thousand Calves heads all in carts, 023:03,074[A ]| To nourish his Men and to chear up their hearts. 023:03,075[A ]| This made them so valiant that that very day, 023:03,076[A ]| They had taken the Town but for running away. 023:03,077[A ]| 'Twas Ordered this day, that thanksgiving be made, 023:03,078[A ]| To the Round-heads in Sermons, for their beefe and their bread. 023:03,000[A ]| \Wednesday\ 023:03,079[A ]| Two Members this day at a Conference sate, 023:03,080[A ]| And one gives the other a knock on the pate. 023:03,081[A ]| This set them a voting, and the upper*house swore, 023:03,082[A ]| 'Twas a breach of priviledge he gave him no more. 023:03,083[A ]| The lower the breaking their Members head voted 023:03,084[A ]| A breach of their priviledge; for it is to be noted, 023:03,085[A ]| That Treason and Priviledge in it did grow, 023:03,086[A ]| 'Twas a breach of his Crown and dignity too. 023:03,087[A ]| Then came in the Women with a long long petition, 023:03,088[A ]| To settle Militia and damn the Commission. 023:03,089[A ]| For if fighting continue, they say they did fear, 023:03,090[A ]| That Men would be scarce, and Husbands be dear. 023:03,091[A ]| So plainly the Speaker the business unties, 023:03,092[A ]| That presently all the Members did rise. 023:03,093[A ]| They had hardly the leisure all things to lay ope, 023:03,094[A ]| But some felt in their Bellies if they had not a Pope. 023:03,095[A ]| Some strictly stood to them, and others did fear, 023:03,096[A ]| Each carried about them a fierce Cavalier. 023:03,097[A ]| This business was handled by the Close-Committee, 023:03,098[A ]| That privately met at a place in the City. 023:03,099[A ]| So closely to voting the Members did fall, 023:03,100[A ]| That the humble Sisters were overthrown all. 023:03,101[A ]| But they and their helpers came short at the last, 023:03,102[A ]| Till at length the whole work on Prince*\Griffith\ was cast. 023:03,103[A ]| And he with his troup did handle the matter, 023:03,104[A ]| He pleased every Woman, as soon as he came at her. 023:03,105[A ]| The business had like to have gone on their side, 023:03,106[A ]| Had not \Pym\ perswaded them not to confide. 023:03,107[A ]| For rather then peace, to fill the Common-Wealth, 023:03,108[A ]| He said hee'd do ten every night himself. 023:03,000[A ]| \Thursday\ 023:03,109[A ]| This Day a great fart in the house they did hear, 023:03,110[A ]| Which made all the members make buttons for fear; 023:03,111[A ]| And one makes nine speeches while the business was hot, 023:03,112[A ]| And spake through the nose that he smelt out the plot. 023:03,113[A ]| He takes it to task, and the Articles drawes, 023:03,114[A ]| As a breach of their own Fundamental-lawes. 023:03,115[A ]| Now Letters were read which did fully relate 023:03,116[A ]| A victory against \New-Castle\ of late; 023:03,117[A ]| That hundreds were slain, and hundreds did run, 023:03,118[A ]| And all this was got ere the battel begun. 023:03,119[A ]| This then they resolved to make the best on; 023:03,120[A ]| And next they resolved upon the question, 023:03,121[A ]| That Bonfires and praises, the Pulpit and Steeple, 023:03,122[A ]| Must all be suborned to couzen the People. 023:03,123[A ]| But the policy was more mony to get, 023:03,124[A ]| For the conquests dear bought and far enough fet, 023:03,125[A ]| Such victories in \Ireland\, although it be known 023:03,126[A ]| They strive to make that Land as bad as our own. 023:03,127[A ]| No sooner the mony for this was brought hether, 023:03,128[A ]| But a croud of true Letters came flocking together, 023:03,129[A ]| How \Hotham\ and's army and others were beaten. 023:03,130[A ]| This made the blew Members to startle and threaten. 023:03,131[A ]| And these by all means must be kept from the City, 023:03,132[A ]| And only refered to the Privy-Committee. 023:03,133[A ]| And they presently with an \7Extempore\ vote, 023:03,134[A ]| Which they have used so long, that they learned by rote, 023:03,135[A ]| They stil'd them malignant, and to lyes they did turn them, 023:03,136[A ]| Then \Corbet\ in*stead of the Hangman, must burn them. 023:03,137[A ]| And he after that an Ordinance drawes, 023:03,138[A ]| That none should tell truth that disparag'd the cause. 023:03,139[A ]| Then \Pym\ like a \Pegasus\ trots up and down, 023:03,140[A ]| And takes up an Angel to throw down a crown. 023:03,141[A ]| He stands like a Centaure and makes a long speech, 023:03,142[A ]| That came from his mouth, and part from his breech. 023:03,143[A ]| He moves for more Horse, that the Army may be 023:03,144[A ]| Part Mans flesh and horse flesh, as well as he; 023:03,145[A ]| And hee'l be a Colonel as well as another, 023:03,146[A ]| But durst not ride a horse, 'cause a horse rode his Mother. 023:03,000[A ]| \Friday\ 023:03,147[A ]| Sir*\Hugh*Cholmley\ for being no longer a Traytor, 023:03,148[A ]| Was accus'd of treason in the highest Nature; 023:03,149[A ]| 'Cause he (as they bad him) his Souldiers did bring, 023:03,150[A ]| To turn from Rebellion and fight for the King. 023:03,151[A ]| They voted him out, but, nor they nor their men 023:03,152[A ]| Could vote him into the house agen. 023:03,153[A ]| Sir*\Davids\ Remonstrance next to them was read, 023:03,154[A ]| From the Cities round body and \Isaac's\ the head. 023:03,155[A ]| 'Twas approv'd; but one cause produc'd a denial, 023:03,156[A ]| That all Traytors be brought to a Legal trial. 023:03,157[A ]| For 'tis against reason to vote or to do 023:03,158[A ]| Against Traytors when they are no other but so. 023:03,159[A ]| Because about nothing so long they sit still, 023:03,160[A ]| They hold it convenient Diurnalls to fill. 023:03,161[A ]| And therefore they gave their Chronographer charge 023:03,162[A ]| To stuff it with Orders and Letters at large. 023:03,163[A ]| The King by's Prerogative, nor by the Law, 023:03,164[A ]| Can speak nor print nothing his people to draw. 023:03,165[A ]| Yet Pennyles Pamphletters they do maintain, 023:03,166[A ]| Whose only Religion is Stipendary gain. 023:03,167[A ]| Who \7Cum 7Privilegio\, against King and the State, 023:03,168[A ]| The treason that's taught them (like Parrats) they prate. 023:03,169[A ]| These Hackneyes are licenc't what ever they do, 023:03,170[A ]| As if they had Parliament priviledge too. 023:03,171[A ]| Thus then they consult: so zealous they are, 023:03,172[A ]| To settle the peace of the Kingdom by war. 023:03,173[A ]| But against Civil-war their hatred is such, 023:03,174[A ]| To prevent it they'l bring in the \Scots\ and the \Dutch\. 023:03,175[A ]| They had rather the Land be destroyd in a minute, 023:03,176[A ]| Then abide any*thing that has loyalty in it; 023:03,177[A ]| And yet their rebellion so neatly they trim, 023:03,178[A ]| They fight for the King, but they mean for King*\Pym\. 023:03,179[A ]| These all to fight for, and maintain are sent 023:03,180[A ]| The Lawes of \England\; but \New-England\ is meant. 023:03,181[A ]| And though such disorders are broke in of late, 023:03,182[A ]| They keep it the Anagram still of a State. 023:03,183[A ]| For still they are plotting more riches to bring 023:03,184[A ]| To make \Charles\ a rich and glorious King. 023:03,185[A ]| And by this rebellion this good they will do him, 023:03,186[A ]| They'l forfeit all their Estates unto him. 023:03,187[A ]| No Clergy must medle in Spirituall affairs, 023:03,188[A ]| But \Layton\ nere heard of it, losing his ears, 023:03,189[A ]| For that he might be deaf to the prisoners cries, 023:03,190[A ]| To a spiritual Goalers place he must rise. 023:03,191[A ]| The rest have good reason for what they shall do, 023:03,192[A ]| For they are both Clergy and Laytie too. 023:03,193[A ]| Or else at the best when the question is stated, 023:03,194[A ]| They are but Mechanniks newly translated. 023:03,195[A ]| They may be Committees to practise their bawling, 023:03,196[A ]| For stealing of horse is a spirituall calling. 023:03,197[A ]| The reason why people our Martyrs adore, 023:03,198[A ]| 'Cause their ears being cut off their fame sounds the more. 023:03,199[A ]| 'Twas ordered the Goods of Malignants and Lands, 023:03,200[A ]| Shall be shar'd among them, and took into their hands. 023:03,201[A ]| They send spirits for more malignants to come, 023:03,202[A ]| That every*one in the house may have some. 023:03,203[A ]| Then down to \Guild-Hall\ they return with their thanks, 023:03,204[A ]| To the fools whom the Lottery has cheated with blancks. 023:03,000[A ]| \Satterday\ 023:03,205[A ]| This day there came newes of the taking a Ship, 023:03,206[A ]| (To see what strange wonders are wrought in the deep) 023:03,207[A ]| That a troop of their horse ran into the Sea, 023:03,208[A ]| And pull'd out a ship alive to the key. 023:03,209[A ]| And after much prating and fighting they say, 023:03,210[A ]| The ropes serv'd for traces to draw her away. 023:03,211[A ]| Sure these were Sea-horses, or else by their lying 023:03,212[A ]| They'd make them as famous for swimming as flying. 023:03,213[A ]| The rest of the day they spent to bemoan 023:03,214[A ]| Their Brother the Round-head that to \Tyburn\ was gone. 023:03,215[A ]| And could not but think it a barbarous thing, 023:03,216[A ]| To hang him for killing a friend to the King. 023:03,217[A ]| He was newly baptized, and held it was good 023:03,218[A ]| To be washed, yet not in water, but blood. 023:03,219[A ]| They ordered for his honour to cut off his ears, 023:03,220[A ]| And make him a Martyr: but a Zelot appears, 023:03,221[A ]| And affirm'd him a Martyr, for though 'twas his fate 023:03,222[A ]| To be hang'd, yet he dy'd for the good of the State. 023:03,223[A ]| Then all fell to plotting of matters so deep, 023:03,224[A ]| That the silent Speaker fell down fast asleep. 023:03,225[A ]| He recovers himself and rubs up his eyes, 023:03,226[A ]| Then motions his house that 'twas time to rise. 023:03,227[A ]| So home they went all, and their business referr'd 023:03,228[A ]| To the Close-Committee by them to be heard; 023:03,229[A ]| They took it upon them, but what they did do, 023:03,230[A ]| Take notice that none but themselves must know. 023:03,000[A ]| \Postcript\ 023:03,231[A ]| Thus far we have gone in Rythme to disclose, 023:03,232[A ]| What never was utter'd by any in prose. 023:03,233[A ]| If any be wanting, 'twas but a mishap, 023:03,234[A ]| Because we forgot to weigh't by the map. 023:03,235[A ]| For over the Kingdom their orders were spread, 023:03,236[A ]| They have made the whole body as bad as the head. 023:03,237[A ]| And now made such work that all they can do, 023:03,238[A ]| Is but to read Letters and answer them too. 023:03,239[A ]| We thought to make \Finis\ the end of the story, 023:03,240[A ]| But that we shall have more business for you. 023:03,241[A ]| For (as their proceedings do) so shall our Pen, 023:03,242[A ]| Run roundly from Munday to Munday agen. 023:03,243[A ]| And since we have begun, our Muse doth intend, 023:03,244[A ]| To have (like their votes) no beginning nor end. 023:04,000[' ]| 023:04,000[' ]| <\On the Demolishing the Forts\> 023:04,000[' ]| <1> 023:04,001[A ]| Is this the end of all the toil, 023:04,002[A ]| And labour of the Town? 023:04,003[A ]| And did our Bulwarks rise so high, 023:04,004[A ]| Thus low to tumble down? 023:04,000[' ]| <2> 023:04,005[A ]| All things go by contrarie now, 023:04,006[A ]| We fight to still the Nation, 023:04,007[A ]| Build Forts to pull down popery, 023:04,008[A ]| Pull down for Edification. 023:04,000[' ]| <3> 023:04,009[A ]| These Independents tenets, and 023:04,010[A ]| Their wayes so pleasing be, 023:04,011[A ]| Our City won't be bound about, 023:04,012[A ]| But stands for liberty. 023:04,000[' ]| <4> 023:04,013[A ]| The Popish doctrine shall no more 023:04,014[A ]| Prevail within our Nation; 023:04,015[A ]| For now we see that by our works, 023:04,016[A ]| There's no Justification. 023:04,000[' ]| <5> 023:04,017[A ]| What an Almighty army's this, 023:04,018[A ]| How worthy of our praising, 023:04,019[A ]| That with one vote can blow down that 023:04,020[A ]| All we so long were raising! 023:04,000[' ]| <6> 023:04,021[A ]| Yet let's not wonder at this change, 023:04,022[A ]| For thus 'twill be withall; 023:04,023[A ]| These works did lift themselves too high, 023:04,024[A ]| And pride must have a fall. 023:04,000[' ]| <7> 023:04,025[A ]| And when both houses vote agen, 023:04,026[A ]| The Cavies to be gone, 023:04,027[A ]| Nor dare to come within the lines, 023:04,028[A ]| Of Communication: 023:04,000[' ]| <8> 023:04,029[A ]| They must reserve the sence or else, 023:04,030[A ]| Referr't to the Divines, 023:04,031[A ]| And they had need sit seven years more 023:04,032[A ]| Ere they can read those lines. 023:04,000[' ]| <9> 023:04,033[A ]| They went to make a \Gotham\ on't, 023:04,034[A ]| For now they did begin 023:04,035[A ]| To build these mighty banks about, 023:04,036[A ]| To keep the Cuckoes in. 023:04,000[' ]| <10> 023:04,037[A ]| Alas what need they take such pains! 023:04,038[A ]| For why a Cucko here 023:04,039[A ]| Might find so many of his mates, 023:04,040[A ]| Hee'l sing here all the year. 023:04,000[' ]| <11> 023:04,041[A ]| Has \Isaac\ our Lord*Mayor, Lord*Mayor, 023:04,042[A ]| With Tradesmen and with wenches, 023:04,043[A ]| Spent so much time, and cakes and beer, 023:04,044[A ]| To edifie these trenches? 023:04,000[' ]| <12> 023:04,045[A ]| All trades did shew their skill in this, 023:04,046[A ]| Each wife an Engineer: 023:04,047[A ]| The Mairess took the tool in hand, 023:04,048[A ]| The maids the stones did bear. 023:04,000[' ]| <13> 023:04,049[A ]| These bulwarks stood for Popery, 023:04,050[A ]| And yet we never fear'd 'um, 023:04,051[A ]| And now they worship and fall down, 023:04,052[A ]| Before those calvs that reard 'um. 023:04,000[' ]| <14> 023:04,053[A ]| But though for superstition, 023:04,054[A ]| The crosses have been down'd, 023:04,055[A ]| Who'ld think these works would Popish turn, 023:04,056[A ]| That ever have been round? 023:04,000[' ]| <15> 023:04,057[A ]| This spoiles our Palmistry; for when 023:04,058[A ]| Wee'l read the Cities fate, 023:04,059[A ]| We find nor lines nor crosses now, 023:04,060[A ]| As it hath had of late. 023:04,000[' ]| <16> 023:04,061[A ]| No wonder that the Aldermen, 023:04,062[A ]| Will no more mony lend, 023:04,063[A ]| When they that in this seven years, 023:04,064[A ]| Such learned works have pen'd. 023:04,000[' ]| <17> 023:04,065[A ]| Now to debase their lofty lines, 023:04,066[A ]| In which the wits delighted, 023:04,067[A ]| 'Tis thought they'l nere turn Poets more, 023:04,068[A ]| Because their works are slighted. 023:04,000[' ]| <18> 023:04,069[A ]| These to a dolefull tune are set, 023:04,070[A ]| For they that in the town 023:04,071[A ]| Did every*where cry Up go we, 023:04,072[A ]| Now they must sing down down. 023:04,000[' ]| <19> 023:04,073[A ]| But if that \Tyburn\ do remain, 023:04,074[A ]| When t'other slighted be, 023:04,075[A ]| The Cits will thither flock and sing, 023:04,076[A ]| Hay, hay, then up go we. 023:05,000[' ]| 023:05,000[' ]| <\The Clown\> 023:06,000[' ]| 023:06,000[' ]| <\On a Butchers Dog that bit a Commanders\> 023:06,000[' ]| <\Mare that stood to be Knight of a Shire\> 023:06,000[' ]| <1> 023:06,001[A ]| All you that for Parliament members do stand 023:06,002[A ]| For Country, Burrough or Cittie, 023:06,003[A ]| Listen now to my song, which is doleful for and 023:06,004[A ]| A lamentable ditty. 023:06,000[' ]| <2> 023:06,005[A ]| For you must take notice that there was a Dog, 023:06,006[A ]| Nay a Mastiff dog (d'you see) 023:06,007[A ]| And if this great dog were ty'd to a great clog, 023:06,008[A ]| It had been full happy for we. 023:06,000[' ]| <3> 023:06,009[A ]| And eke there was a great Colonel stout, 023:06,010[A ]| That had been in many a slaughter, 023:06,011[A ]| But this Mastiff to eat him was going about, 023:06,012[A ]| As you shall hear hereafter. 023:06,000[' ]| <4> 023:06,013[A ]| You bloody Malignants why will you still plot? 023:06,014[A ]| 'Twill bring you to hanging you know; 023:06,015[A ]| For if this dog had done what he did not, 023:06,016[A ]| How had he been us'd to trow! 023:06,000[' ]| <5> 023:06,017[A ]| But happy was it for sweet \Westminster\ 023:06,018[A ]| When they went to make their choice; 023:06,019[A ]| That this plot was found out, for why should this cur 023:06,020[A ]| In Election have any voice? 023:06,000[' ]| <6> 023:06,021[A ]| For surely this Mastiff, though he was big, 023:06,022[A ]| And had been lucky at fighting, 023:06,023[A ]| Yet he was not qualifi'd worth a fig 023:06,024[A ]| And therefore he fell a biting. 023:06,000[' ]| <7> 023:06,025[A ]| But whom do you think? a thing of great note, 023:06,026[A ]| And a worthy Commanders Mare, 023:06,027[A ]| O what a strange battel had there been fought, 023:06,028[A ]| Had they gone to fight dog, fight bear. 023:06,000[' ]| <8> 023:06,029[A ]| This dog was a Leveller in his heart, 023:06,030[A ]| Or some Tub-preaching Cur, 023:06,031[A ]| For honour or greatnesse he car'd not a fart, 023:06,032[A ]| And lov'd neither Lord nor Sir. 023:06,000[' ]| <9> 023:06,033[A ]| For when the Commander was mounted on high, 023:06,034[A ]| And got above many a brother, 023:06,035[A ]| It angred this dog at the guts verily, 023:06,036[A ]| To see one man above another. 023:06,000[' ]| <10> 023:06,037[A ]| And therefore he run at him with open mouth, 023:06,038[A ]| But it seems the dog was but dull, 023:06,039[A ]| He had as good took a bear by the tooth, 023:06,040[A ]| As mistook a horse for a bull. 023:06,000[' ]| <11> 023:06,041[A ]| But this plot was discover'd in very good time, 023:06,042[A ]| And strangely, as you may perceive, 023:06,043[A ]| For the people saw him committing this crime; 023:06,044[A ]| And made him his biting leave. 023:06,000[' ]| <12> 023:06,045[A ]| And so they were parted without any harm, 023:06,046[A ]| That now any*body seeth, 023:06,047[A ]| For it seems this dog that made all this alarme, 023:06,048[A ]| Did but only shew his teeth. 023:06,000[' ]| <13> 023:06,049[A ]| So this Cavaleer cur was beaten full sore, 023:06,050[A ]| And had many a knock on the pate, 023:06,051[A ]| But they serv'd him aright if they had beat him more 023:06,052[A ]| For medling with matters of State. 023:06,000[' ]| <14> 023:06,053[A ]| Now heaven look down on our noble Protector, 023:06,054[A ]| His Commanders and Members eke, 023:06,055[A ]| And keep him from the teeth of every Elector, 023:06,056[A ]| That is not able to speak. 023:06,000[' ]| <15> 023:06,057[A ]| And hang all such dogs as their honours do hate, 023:06,058[A ]| Let them clear themselves if they can, 023:06,059[A ]| For if they be suffered to be in the State, 023:06,060[A ]| They'l conspire against horse and man. 023:07,000[' ]| 023:07,000[' ]| <\The New Knight Errant\> 023:07,000[' ]| <1> 023:07,001[A ]| Of Gyants and Knights and their wonderful fights 023:07,002[A ]| We have stories enough in Romances, 023:07,003[A ]| But I'le tell you one new, that is strange and yet true, 023:07,004[A ]| Though t'other are nothing but fancies. 023:07,000[' ]| <2> 023:07,005[A ]| A Knight lately made of the Governing trade, 023:07,006[A ]| Whose name he'l not have to be known, 023:07,007[A ]| Has been trucking with fame, to purchase a name, 023:07,008[A ]| For 'tis said he had none of his own. 023:07,000[' ]| <3> 023:07,009[A ]| He by Fortunes design, should have been a Divine, 023:07,010[A ]| And a pillar no doubt of the Church; 023:07,011[A ]| Whom a Sexton (God wot) in the bellfry begot, 023:07,012[A ]| And his Mother did pig in the porch. 023:07,000[' ]| <4> 023:07,013[A ]| And next for his breeding, 'twas learned hogfeeding, 023:07,014[A ]| With which he so long did converse, 023:07,015[A ]| That his manners and feature, was so like their nature 023:07,016[A ]| You'ld scarce know his sweetness from theirs. 023:07,000[' ]| <5> 023:07,017[A ]| But observe the device of this Noblemans rise, 023:07,018[A ]| How he hurryed from trade, to trade, 023:07,019[A ]| From the grains he'd aspire to the yest, and then higher, 023:07,020[A ]| Till at length he a Drayman was made. 023:07,000[' ]| <6> 023:07,021[A ]| Then his dray-horse and he, in the streets we did see, 023:07,022[A ]| With his hanger, his sling and his jacket; 023:07,023[A ]| Long time he did watch, to meet with his match, 023:07,024[A ]| For he'd ever a mind to the placket. 023:07,000[' ]| <7> 023:07,025[A ]| At length he did find out a Trull to his mind, 023:07,026[A ]| And \Ursula\ was her name; 023:07,027[A ]| \Oh Ursly\ quoth he, and \oh Tom\ then quoth she, 023:07,028[A ]| And so they began their game. 023:07,000[' ]| <8> 023:07,029[A ]| But as soon as they met, O such babes they did get, 023:07,030[A ]| And blood-royal in 'um did place, 023:07,031[A ]| From a swinehead they came, a she-bear was their Dam, 023:07,032[A ]| They were suckled as \Romulus\ was. 023:07,000[' ]| <9> 023:07,033[A ]| At last when the rout, with their head did fall out, 023:07,034[A ]| And the wars thereupon did fall in, 023:07,035[A ]| He went to the field, with a sword, but no shield, 023:07,036[A ]| Strong drink was his buckler within. 023:07,000[' ]| <10> 023:07,037[A ]| But when he did spy, how they dropt down and die, 023:07,038[A ]| And did hear the bullets to sing; 023:07,039[A ]| His armes he flung down, and run fairly to town, 023:07,040[A ]| And exchang'd his sword for his sling. 023:07,000[' ]| <11> 023:07,041[A ]| Yet he claimed his share, in such honours as were 023:07,042[A ]| Belonging to nobler spirits; 023:07,043[A ]| That ventur'd their lives, while this Buffon survives 023:07,044[A ]| To receive the reward of their merits. 023:07,000[' ]| <12> 023:07,045[A ]| When the wars were all done, he his fighting begun, 023:07,046[A ]| And would needs shew his valour in peace, 023:07,047[A ]| Then his fury he flings, at poor conquer'd things, 023:07,048[A ]| And frets like a hog in his grease. 023:07,000[' ]| <13> 023:07,049[A ]| For his first feat of all, on a Wit he did fall, 023:07,050[A ]| A wit as some say, and some not, 023:07,051[A ]| Because he'd an art, to rime on the quart, 023:07,052[A ]| But never did care for the pot. 023:07,000[' ]| <14> 023:07,053[A ]| And next on the cocks, he fell like an Ox, 023:07,054[A ]| And took them and their Masters together; 023:07,055[A ]| But the combs and the spurs, kept himself and his Sirs, 023:07,056[A ]| Who are to have both or neither. 023:07,000[' ]| <15> 023:07,057[A ]| The cause of his spite, was because they would fight, 023:07,058[A ]| And because he durst not he did take-on; 023:07,059[A ]| And said they were fit, for the pot, not the spit, 023:07,060[A ]| And would serve to be eaten with bacon. 023:07,000[' ]| <16> 023:07,061[A ]| But flesh'd with these spoyles, the next of his toyles, 023:07,062[A ]| Was to fall with wild-beasts by the ears, 023:07,063[A ]| To the Bearward he goeth, and then opened his mouth; 023:07,064[A ]| And said, \oh! are you there with your bears?\ 023:07,000[' ]| <17> 023:07,065[A ]| Our stories are dull, of a cock and a bull, 023:07,066[A ]| But such was his valour and care; 023:07,067[A ]| Since he bears the bell, the tales that we tell, 023:07,068[A ]| Must be of a cock and a bare. 023:07,000[' ]| <18> 023:07,069[A ]| The crime of the bares was, they were Caveleers, 023:07,070[A ]| And had formerly fought for the King; 023:07,071[A ]| And pull'd by the Burrs, the roundheaded Curs, 023:07,072[A ]| That they made both their ears to ring. 023:07,000[' ]| <19> 023:07,073[A ]| Our successour of Kings, like blind fortune flings, 023:07,074[A ]| Upon him both honour and store; 023:07,075[A ]| Who has as much right, to make \Tom\ a Knight, 023:07,076[A ]| As \Tom\ has desert, and no more. 023:07,000[' ]| <20> 023:07,077[A ]| But Fortune that whore, still attended this Brewer, 023:07,078[A ]| And did all his atchievements reward; 023:07,079[A ]| And blindly did fling, on this lubberly thing, 023:07,080[A ]| More honour, and made him a Lord. 023:07,000[' ]| <21> 023:07,081[A ]| Now he walks with his spurs, and a couple of curs 023:07,082[A ]| At his heels, which he calls Squires; 023:07,083[A ]| So when honour is thrown, on the head of a clown, 023:07,084[A ]| 'Tis by Parasites held up, and Lyars. 023:07,000[' ]| <22> 023:07,085[A ]| The rest of his pranks, will merit new thanks, 023:07,086[A ]| With his death, if we did but know it; 023:07,087[A ]| But we'l leave him and it, to a time and place fit, 023:07,088[A ]| And \Greg%\ shall be funerall Poet. 023:08,000[' ]| 023:08,000[' ]| <\The New Mountebanck\> 023:08,000[' ]| 023:08,001[A ]| If any body politick, 023:08,002[A ]| Of plenty or ease be very sick, 023:08,003[A ]| There's a Physitian come to Town, 023:08,004[A ]| Of far fetcht fame and high renown: 023:08,005[A ]| Though call'd a Mountebank, 'tis meant, 023:08,006[A ]| Both words being \French\, a Parliament; 023:08,007[A ]| Who from \Geneva\ and \Amsterdam\, 023:08,008[A ]| From \Germany\ and \Scotland\ came; 023:08,009[A ]| Now lies in \London\, but the place, 023:08,010[A ]| If men say true, is in his face. 023:08,011[A ]| His scaffold stands on \Tower*hill\, 023:08,012[A ]| Where he on \Strafford\ try'd his skill: 023:08,013[A ]| Off went his head, you'l think him slain, 023:08,014[A ]| But straight 'twas voted on again. 023:08,015[A ]| Diurnals are his weekly bills, 023:08,016[A ]| Which speak how many he cures or kills: 023:08,017[A ]| But of the Errata we'l advise, 023:08,018[A ]| For cure read kill, for truth read lies. 023:08,019[A ]| If any Traytor be diseased 023:08,020[A ]| With a sore neck, and would be eased; 023:08,021[A ]| There is a pill, they call a Vote, 023:08,022[A ]| Take it \7ex 7tempore\ it shall do't. 023:08,023[A ]| If any conscience be too strict, 023:08,024[A ]| Here's several pills, from Lectures pickt, 023:08,025[A ]| Which swallowed down will stretch if full, 023:08,026[A ]| As far as 'tis from this to \Hull\. 023:08,027[A ]| Is any by religion bound, 023:08,028[A ]| Or Law, and would be looser found? 023:08,029[A ]| Here's a Glister which we call 023:08,030[A ]| His priviledge o're-topping all. 023:08,031[A ]| Is any money left, or plate, 023:08,032[A ]| Or goods? bring't in at any rate: 023:08,033[A ]| He'l melt three shillings into one, 023:08,034[A ]| And in a minute leave you none. 023:08,035[A ]| Here's powder to inspire the lungs, 023:08,036[A ]| Here's water that unties your tongues; 023:08,037[A ]| Spight of the Law, 'twill set you free, 023:08,038[A ]| To speak treason only lispingly. 023:08,039[A ]| Here's Leeches, which if well apply'd, 023:08,040[A ]| And fed, will stick close to your side, 023:08,041[A ]| Till your superfluous blood decay, 023:08,042[A ]| Then they'l break and drop away. 023:08,043[A ]| But here's a soveraign Antidote, 023:08,044[A ]| Be sure our Soveraign never know't; 023:08,045[A ]| Apply it as the Doctour pleases, 023:08,046[A ]| 'Twill cure all wounds and all diseases. 023:08,047[A ]| A drug none but himself e're saw, 023:08,048[A ]| 'Tis call'd a Fundamental Law: 023:08,049[A ]| Here's Glasses to delude your sight, 023:08,050[A ]| Dark Lanthornes here, here bastard light. 023:08,051[A ]| This if you conquer trebbles the men, 023:08,052[A ]| If loose a hundred, seems but ten. 023:08,053[A ]| Here's Opium to lull asleep, 023:08,054[A ]| And here lie dangerous plots in steep. 023:08,055[A ]| Here stands the safety of the Citty, 023:08,056[A ]| There hangs the invisible Committee. 023:08,057[A ]| Plundring's the new Philosophers stone, 023:08,058[A ]| Turnes war to Gold, and Gold to none. 023:08,059[A ]| And here's an Ordinance that shall, 023:08,060[A ]| At one full shot enrich you all. 023:08,061[A ]| He's skilled in the Mathematicks, 023:08,062[A ]| And in his circle can do tricks. 023:08,063[A ]| By raising spirits that can smell 023:08,064[A ]| Plots that are hatcht as deep as hell: 023:08,065[A ]| Which ever to themselves are known, 023:08,066[A ]| The Devil's ever kind to his own. 023:08,067[A ]| All this he 7gratis doth, and saith, 023:08,068[A ]| He'l only take the publick faith. 023:08,069[A ]| Flock to him then, make no delay, 023:08,070[A ]| The next fair wind he must away. 023:09,000[' ]| 023:09,000[' ]| <\The Saints Encouragement\> 023:09,000[' ]| 023:09,000[' ]| <1> 023:09,001[A ]| Fight on brave Souldiers for the cause, 023:09,002[A ]| Fear not the Caveleers; 023:09,003[A ]| Their threatnings are as senselesse, as 023:09,004[A ]| Our Jealousies and fears. 023:09,005[A ]| 'Tis you must perfect this great work, 023:09,006[A ]| And all Malignants slay, 023:09,007[A ]| You must bring back the King again 023:09,008[A ]| The clean contrary way. 023:09,000[' ]| <2> 023:09,009[A ]| 'Tis for Religion that you fight, 023:09,010[A ]| And for the Kingdomes good, 023:09,011[A ]| By robbing Churches, plundring men, 023:09,012[A ]| And shedding guiltlesse blood. 023:09,013[A ]| Down with the Orthodoxal train, 023:09,014[A ]| All Loyal Subjects slay; 023:09,015[A ]| When these are gone we shall be blest 023:09,016[A ]| The clean contrary way. 023:09,000[' ]| <3> 023:09,017[A ]| When \Charles\ we've bankrupt made like us, 023:09,018[A ]| Of Crown and power bereft him; 023:09,019[A ]| And all his loyal subjects slain, 023:09,020[A ]| And none but Rebels left him. 023:09,021[A ]| When we've beggar'd all the Land, 023:09,022[A ]| And sent our Truncks away, 023:09,023[A ]| We'l make him then a glorious Prince, 023:09,024[A ]| The clean contrary way. 023:09,000[' ]| <4> 023:09,025[A ]| 'Tis to preserve his Majesty, 023:09,026[A ]| That we against him fight, 023:09,027[A ]| Nor are we ever beaten back, 023:09,028[A ]| Because our cause is right, 023:09,029[A ]| If any make a scruple on't, 023:09,030[A ]| Our Declaration say 023:09,031[A ]| Who fight for us, fight for the King, 023:09,032[A ]| The clean contrary way. 023:09,000[' ]| <5> 023:09,033[A ]| At \Keynton, Branford, Plymmouth, York\, 023:09,034[A ]| And diverse places more; 023:09,035[A ]| What victories we Saints obtain'd, 023:09,036[A ]| The like ne're seen before. 023:09,037[A ]| How often we Prince*\Rupert\ kill'd, 023:09,038[A ]| And bravely won the day, 023:09,039[A ]| The wicked Cavaleers did run 023:09,040[A ]| The clean contrary way. 023:09,000[' ]| <6> 023:09,041[A ]| The true Religion we maintain, 023:09,042[A ]| The Kingdomes peace, and plenty; 023:09,043[A ]| The priviledg of Parliament 023:09,044[A ]| Not known to one of twenty: 023:09,045[A ]| The antient Fundamental Laws; 023:09,046[A ]| And teach men to obey 023:09,047[A ]| Their Lawful Soveraign, and all these, 023:09,048[A ]| The clean contrary way. 023:09,000[' ]| <7> 023:09,049[A ]| We subjects Liberties preserve, 023:09,050[A ]| By prisonment and plunder, 023:09,051[A ]| And do inrich our*selves and state 023:09,052[A ]| By keeping the wicked under. 023:09,053[A ]| We must preserve Mecannicks now, 023:09,054[A ]| To Lecturize and pray; 023:09,055[A ]| By them the Gospel is advanc'd, 023:09,056[A ]| The clean contrary way. 023:09,000[' ]| <8> 023:09,057[A ]| And though the King be much misled 023:09,058[A ]| By that malignant crew; 023:09,059[A ]| He'l find us honest, and at last, 023:09,060[A ]| Give all of us our due, 023:09,061[A ]| For we do wisely plot, and plot 023:09,062[A ]| Rebellion to destroy, 023:09,063[A ]| He sees we stand for peace and truth, 023:09,064[A ]| The clean contrary way. 023:09,000[' ]| <9> 023:09,065[A ]| The publick faith shall save our souls, 023:09,066[A ]| And good out-works together, 023:09,067[A ]| And ships shall save our lives that stay, 023:09,068[A ]| Only for wind and weather. 023:09,069[A ]| But when our faith and works fall down, 023:09,070[A ]| And all our hopes decay, 023:09,071[A ]| Our Acts will bear us up to heaven, 023:09,072[A ]| The clean contrary way. 023:10,000[' ]| 023:10,000[' ]| <\Written in 1648\> 023:10,000[' ]| <1> 023:10,001[A ]| Come let us be merry, 023:10,002[A ]| Drink Claret and Sherry, 023:10,003[A ]| And cast away care and sorrow; 023:10,004[A ]| He's a fool that takes thought for to*morrow. 023:10,005[A ]| why should we be droopers, 023:10,006[A ]| To save it for Troopers. 023:10,007[A ]| Let's spend our own, 023:10,008[A ]| And when all is gone, 023:10,009[A ]| That they can have none, 023:10,010[A ]| \Then the Roundheads and Caves agree.\ 023:10,000[' ]| <2> 023:10,011[A ]| Then fall to your drinking, 023:10,012[A ]| And leave off this shrinking, 023:10,013[A ]| Let Square-heads and Round-heads go quarrel, 023:10,014[A ]| We have no other foe but the barrel, 023:10,015[A ]| These cares and disasters, 023:10,016[A ]| Shall ne're be our Masters, 023:10,017[A ]| \English\ and \Scott\, 023:10,018[A ]| Doth both love a pot, 023:10,019[A ]| Though they say they do not, 023:10,020[A ]| \Here the Roundheads and Caves agree.\ 023:10,000[' ]| <3> 023:10,021[A ]| A man that is armed 023:10,022[A ]| With liquor is charmed, 023:10,023[A ]| And proofe against strength and cunning, 023:10,024[A ]| He scorns the base humour of running. 023:10,025[A ]| Our brains are the quicker, 023:10,026[A ]| When season'd with liquor, 023:10,027[A ]| Let's drink and sing, 023:10,028[A ]| Here's a health to our King, 023:10,029[A ]| And I wish in this thing 023:10,030[A ]| \Both the Roundheads and Caves agree.\ 023:10,000[' ]| <4> 023:10,031[A ]| A pox of this fighting! 023:10,032[A ]| I take no delighting 023:10,033[A ]| In killing of men and plunder, 023:10,034[A ]| A Gun affrights me like a thunder. 023:10,035[A ]| If we can Live quiet, 023:10,036[A ]| With good drink and diet, 023:10,037[A ]| We wont come nigh, 023:10,038[A ]| Where the bullets do fly, 023:10,039[A ]| In fearing to die, 023:10,040[A ]| \Both the Roundheads and Caves agree.\ 023:10,000[' ]| <5> 023:10,041[A ]| 'Twixt Square-head and Round-head 023:10,042[A ]| The Land is confounded, 023:10,043[A ]| They care not for fight or battle, 023:10,044[A ]| But to plunder our goods and cattle. 023:10,045[A ]| When e're they come to us, 023:10,046[A ]| They come to undo us, 023:10,047[A ]| Their chiefest hate 023:10,048[A ]| Is at our Estate, 023:10,049[A ]| And in sharing of that, 023:10,050[A ]| \Both the Roundheads and Caves agree.\ 023:10,000[' ]| <6> 023:10,051[A ]| In swearing, and lying, 023:10,052[A ]| In cowardly flying, 023:10,053[A ]| In whoring, in cheating, in stealing, 023:10,054[A ]| They agree; in all damnable dealing. 023:10,055[A ]| He's a fool and a widgeon, 023:10,056[A ]| That thinks they've Religion, 023:10,057[A ]| For Law and right, 023:10,058[A ]| Are o're rul'd by might, 023:10,059[A ]| But when they should fight, 023:10,060[A ]| \Then the Roundheads and Caves agree.\ 023:10,000[' ]| <7> 023:10,061[A ]| Then while we have treasure, 023:10,062[A ]| Let's spare for no pleasure, 023:10,063[A ]| He's a fool that has wealth and wont spend it, 023:10,064[A ]| But keeps it for Troopers to end it. 023:10,065[A ]| When we've nothing to leave 'um, 023:10,066[A ]| Then we shall deceive 'um, 023:10,067[A ]| If all would be 023:10,068[A ]| Of such humours as we, 023:10,069[A ]| We should suddainly see 023:10,070[A ]| \Both the Roundheads and Caves agree.\ 023:11,000[' ]| 023:11,000[' ]| <\The Scots Curanto\> 023:11,000[' ]| 023:11,000[' ]| <1> 023:11,001[A ]| Come, come away to the \English\ wars, 023:11,002[A ]| A fig for our Hills and Valleys, 023:11,003[A ]| 'Twas we did begin, and will lengthen their jarrs, 023:11,004[A ]| We'l gain by their loss and folleys; 023:11,005[A ]| Let the Nations 023:11,006[A ]| By invasions, 023:11,007[A ]| Break through our barrs, 023:11,008[A ]| They can get little good by their salleys. 023:11,000[' ]| <2> 023:11,009[A ]| Though \Irish\ and \English\ entred be, 023:11,010[A ]| The State is become our Debtor. 023:11,011[A ]| Let them have our Land, if their own may be free 023:11,012[A ]| And the \Scot\ will at length be a getter. 023:11,013[A ]| If they crave it 023:11,014[A ]| Let them have it, 023:11,015[A ]| What care we? 023:11,016[A ]| We would fain change our Land for a better. 023:11,000[' ]| <3> 023:11,017[A ]| Long have we longed for the \English\ Land, 023:11,018[A ]| But we're hindred still by disasters; 023:11,019[A ]| But now is their time, when they can't withstand, 023:11,020[A ]| But are their own Countrey's wasters. 023:11,021[A ]| If we venter, 023:11,022[A ]| We may enter 023:11,023[A ]| By command, 023:11,024[A ]| And at last we shall grow to be Masters. 023:11,000[' ]| <4> 023:11,025[A ]| When at the first we began to rebell, 023:11,026[A ]| Though they did not before regard us, 023:11,027[A ]| How the name of a \Scot\ did the \English\ quell, 023:11,028[A ]| Which formerly have out-dar'd us. 023:11,029[A ]| For our coming 023:11,030[A ]| And returning, 023:11,031[A ]| They pay'd us well, 023:11,032[A ]| And royally did reward us. 023:11,000[' ]| <5> 023:11,033[A ]| The better to bring our ends about, 023:11,034[A ]| We must plead for a Reformation; 023:11,035[A ]| And tickle the minds of the giddy-brain'd rout, 023:11,036[A ]| With the hopes of an innovation. 023:11,037[A ]| They will love us 023:11,038[A ]| And approve us, 023:11,039[A ]| Without doubt, 023:11,040[A ]| If we bring in an alteration. 023:11,000[' ]| <6> 023:11,041[A ]| Down with the Bishops and their train, 023:11,042[A ]| The Surplice and Common prayers, 023:11,043[A ]| Then will we not have a King remain, 023:11,044[A ]| But we'l be the Realmes surveyers. 023:11,045[A ]| So by little 023:11,046[A ]| And a little 023:11,047[A ]| We shall gain 023:11,048[A ]| All the Kingdom without gain-sayers. 023:11,000[' ]| <7> 023:11,049[A ]| And when at the last we have conquer'd the King, 023:11,050[A ]| And beaten away the Caveleers, 023:11,051[A ]| The Parliament next must the same ditty sing, 023:11,052[A ]| And thus we will set the Realm by the ears. 023:11,053[A ]| By their jarring 023:11,054[A ]| And their warring 023:11,055[A ]| We will bring, 023:11,056[A ]| Their estates to be ours, which they think to be theirs. 023:11,000[' ]| <8> 023:11,057[A ]| And thus when among us the Kingdom is shar'd, 023:11,058[A ]| And the people are all made beggars like we; 023:11,059[A ]| A \Scot\ will be as good as an \English\ Leard; 023:11,060[A ]| O! what an unity this will be. 023:11,061[A ]| As we gain it 023:11,062[A ]| We'l retain it 023:11,063[A ]| By the sweard 023:11,064[A ]| And the \English\ shall say, \bonny blew cap for me\. 023:12,000[' ]| 023:12,000[' ]| 023:12,000[' ]| <1> 023:12,001[A ]| Though \Oxford\ be yielded, and \Reading\ be taken, 023:12,002[A ]| I'll put in for quarter at thy Maiden-head, 023:12,003[A ]| There while I'm insconsed, my Standard's unshaken, 023:12,004[A ]| Lie thou in my arms, and I in thy bed. 023:12,005[A ]| Let the young Zelots march with their wenches, 023:12,006[A ]| Mounting their tools to edifie trenches. 023:12,007[A ]| While thou and I do make it our pleasure, 023:12,008[A ]| To dig in thy Mine for the purest Treasure, 023:12,009[A ]| \Where no*body else shall plunder but I.\ 023:12,000[' ]| <2> 023:12,010[A ]| And when we together in battail do joyne, 023:12,011[A ]| We scorn to wear arms but what are our own, 023:12,012[A ]| Strike thou at my body, and I'll thrust at thine, 023:12,013[A ]| By nakednesse best the truth is made known. 023:12,014[A ]| Cannons may roar, and bullets keep flying, 023:12,015[A ]| While we are in Battail, we never fear dying. 023:12,016[A ]| \Isaac\ and's wenches are busy a digging, 023:12,017[A ]| But all our delight is in japping and jigging, 023:12,018[A ]| \And no*body else shall plunder but I.\ 023:12,000[' ]| <3> 023:12,019[A ]| And when at the last our bodies are weary, 023:12,020[A ]| We'l straight to the Taverns our strength to recruit, 023:12,021[A ]| Where, when we've refresht our hearts with Canary, 023:12,022[A ]| We shall be the fitter again to go to't. 023:12,023[A ]| We'l tipple and drink untill we do stagger, 023:12,024[A ]| For then is the time for Souldiers to swagger. 023:12,025[A ]| Thus night and day we'l thump it and knock it, 023:12,026[A ]| And when we've no mony then look to your pocket, 023:12,027[A ]| \For no*body else shall plunder but I.\ 023:13,000[' ]| 023:13,000[' ]| <\A New Ballad\> 023:13,000[' ]| <1> 023:13,001[A ]| A Ballad, a Ballad, a new one and true, 023:13,002[A ]| And such are seldom seen; 023:13,003[A ]| He that wont write Ballads, and sing 'um too, 023:13,004[A ]| Has neither Wit nor Spleen. 023:13,005[A ]| For a man may be furnished with so much matter, 023:13,006[A ]| That he need not lie, or rail, or flatter, 023:13,007[A ]| 'Twill run from his tongue as easie as water, 023:13,008[A ]| And as swiftly though not so clean. 023:13,000[' ]| <2> 023:13,009[A ]| To see how the times are twirled about, 023:13,010[A ]| Would make a dog laugh, 'tis true; 023:13,011[A ]| But to see those turn with 'um, that had the Rump-gout, 023:13,012[A ]| Would make a cat to spew. 023:13,013[A ]| Those Knaves that have lived upon sequestration, 023:13,014[A ]| And sucked the blood of the best of the Nation, 023:13,015[A ]| Are all for the King by a new translation, 023:13,016[A ]| He that won't believe't, is a Jew. 023:13,000[' ]| <3> 023:13,017[A ]| The poor Caveliers, thought all was their own, 023:13,018[A ]| And now was their time to sway, 023:13,019[A ]| But friends they have few, and mony they've none, 023:13,020[A ]| And so they mistook their way. 023:13,021[A ]| When they seek for preferments the Rebells do rout 'um 023:13,022[A ]| And having no mony, they must go without 'um, 023:13,023[A ]| The Courtiers do carry such stomacks about 'um, 023:13,024[A ]| They speak no \English\ but pay. 023:13,000[' ]| <4> 023:13,025[A ]| And those verry rebells that hated the King, 023:13,026[A ]| And no such office allow; 023:13,027[A ]| By the help of their boldness, and one other thing, 023:13,028[A ]| Are brought to the King to bow. 023:13,029[A ]| And there both pardons, and honours they have, 023:13,030[A ]| With which they think, they're secure and brave, 023:13,031[A ]| But the title of Knight, on the back of a Knave, 023:13,032[A ]| 's like a saddle upon a sow. 023:13,000[' ]| <5> 023:13,033[A ]| Those men are but fools as matters now stand, 023:13,034[A ]| That would not be Rebels and Traytors, 023:13,035[A ]| To grow rich and rant o're the best of the land, 023:13,036[A ]| And tread on the poor \Cinque Quaters\. 023:13,037[A ]| To do what they list, and none dare complain, 023:13,038[A ]| To rise from a cart and drive \Charles\ his waine, 023:13,039[A ]| And for this be made Lords and Knights in grain, 023:13,040[A ]| O 'tis sweet to ambitious natures. 023:13,000[' ]| <6> 023:13,041[A ]| If the times turne about 'tis but to comply, 023:13,042[A ]| And make a formal submission, 023:13,043[A ]| And with every new power to live and die, 023:13,044[A ]| Then they are in a safe condition. 023:13,045[A ]| For none are condemned but those that are dead, 023:13,046[A ]| Nor must be secur'd, but those that are fled, 023:13,047[A ]| And none but the poor rogues sequestred, 023:13,048[A ]| The great ones buy remission. 023:13,000[' ]| <7> 023:13,049[A ]| The Fortieth part of their riches will 023:13,050[A ]| Secure t'other thirty nine; 023:13,051[A ]| And so they will keep above us still, 023:13,052[A ]| But hang'd, we'l ne're repine. 023:13,053[A ]| The Devil does into their natures creep, 023:13,054[A ]| That they can no more from their villany keep, 023:13,055[A ]| Then a Wolfe broke loose, can from killing of sheep, 023:13,056[A ]| Or a Poet refrain from wine. 023:13,000[' ]| <8> 023:13,057[A ]| Now Heaven preserve our Merciful King, 023:13,058[A ]| And continue his grace and pitty, 023:13,059[A ]| And may his prosperity be like a spring, 023:13,060[A ]| And stream from him to the City! 023:13,061[A ]| May \James\ and \George\ those Dukes of renown, 023:13,062[A ]| Be the two supporters of \England's\ Crown! 023:13,063[A ]| And may all honest men injoy what's their own! 023:13,064[A ]| And so I conclude my ditty. 023:14,000[' ]| 023:14,000[' ]| <\The Holy Pedler\> 023:14,000[' ]| <1> 023:14,001[A ]| From a Forraign shore 023:14,002[A ]| I am not come to store, 023:14,003[A ]| Your Shops with rare devices: 023:14,004[A ]| No drugs do I bring 023:14,005[A ]| From the \Indian\ King, 023:14,006[A ]| No Peacocks, Apes, nor Spices. 023:14,007[A ]| Such wares I do show 023:14,008[A ]| As in \England\ do grow, 023:14,009[A ]| And are for the good of the Nation, 023:14,010[A ]| Let no*body fear 023:14,011[A ]| To deal in my ware, 023:14,012[A ]| For Sacriledge now's in fashion. 023:14,000[' ]| <2> 023:14,013[A ]| I the Pedler am, 023:14,014[A ]| That came from \Amsterdam\ 023:14,015[A ]| With a pack of new Religions, 023:14,016[A ]| I did every*one fit, 023:14,017[A ]| According to's wit, 023:14,018[A ]| From the Tub to \Mahomets\ pigeons. 023:14,019[A ]| Great trading I found, 023:14,020[A ]| For my spiritual ground, 023:14,021[A ]| Wherein every man was a medler; 023:14,022[A ]| I made people decline, 023:14,023[A ]| The learned Divine, 023:14,024[A ]| And then they bought Heaven of the Pedler. 023:14,000[' ]| <3> 023:14,025[A ]| First Surplices I took, 023:14,026[A ]| Next the Common-prayer book, 023:14,027[A ]| And made all those Papists that us'd 'um; 023:14,028[A ]| Then the Bishops and Deans, 023:14,029[A ]| I strip'd of their means, 023:14,030[A ]| And gave it to those that abus'd 'um. 023:14,031[A ]| The Clergymen next, 023:14,032[A ]| I withdrew from their Text, 023:14,033[A ]| And set up the gifted brother; 023:14,034[A ]| Thus Religion I made, 023:14,035[A ]| But a matter of trade, 023:14,036[A ]| And I car'd nor for one or t'other. 023:14,000[' ]| <4> 023:14,037[A ]| Then Tythes I fell upon, 023:14,038[A ]| And those I quickly won, 023:14,039[A ]| 'Twas profane in the Clergy to take 'um. 023:14,040[A ]| But they serv'd for the Lay, 023:14,041[A ]| Till I sold them away, 023:14,042[A ]| And so did Religious make 'um. 023:14,043[A ]| But now come away, 023:14,044[A ]| To the Pedler, I pray, 023:14,045[A ]| I scorn to rob or cozen; 023:14,046[A ]| If Churches you lack, 023:14,047[A ]| Come away to my pack, 023:14,048[A ]| Here's thirteen to the dozen. 023:14,000[' ]| <5> 023:14,049[A ]| Church Militants they be, 023:14,050[A ]| For now we do see, 023:14,051[A ]| They have fought so long with each other; 023:14,052[A ]| The Rump's Churches threw down, 023:14,053[A ]| Those that stood for the Crown, 023:14,054[A ]| And sold them to one another. 023:14,055[A ]| Then come you factious crue, 023:14,056[A ]| Here's a bargain now for you, 023:14,057[A ]| With the spoiles of the church you may revell; 023:14,058[A ]| Now pull down the bells, 023:14,059[A ]| And then hang up your*selves, 023:14,060[A ]| And so give his due to the Devil. 023:15,000[' ]| 023:15,000[' ]| <\A Serious Ballade\> 023:15,000[' ]| 023:15,000[' ]| <1> 023:15,001[A ]| I love my King and Country well, 023:15,002[A ]| Religion and the Lawes, 023:15,003[A ]| Which I'm mad at the heart that e're we did sell, 023:15,004[A ]| To buy the good Old Cause. 023:15,005[A ]| These unnatural warrs 023:15,006[A ]| And brotherly jars, 023:15,007[A ]| Are no delight or joy to me; 023:15,008[A ]| But it is my desire, 023:15,009[A ]| That the wars should expire, 023:15,010[A ]| \And the King and his Realms agree.\ 023:15,000[' ]| <2> 023:15,011[A ]| I never yet did take up armes, 023:15,012[A ]| And yet I dare to dye, 023:15,013[A ]| But I'll not be seduc'd by fanatical charmes, 023:15,014[A ]| Till I know a Reason why. 023:15,015[A ]| Why the King and the State, 023:15,016[A ]| Should fall to debate, 023:15,017[A ]| I ne're could yet a reason see, 023:15,018[A ]| But I find many one, 023:15,019[A ]| Why the wars should be done, 023:15,020[A ]| \And the King and his Realms agree.\ 023:15,000[' ]| <3> 023:15,021[A ]| I love the King and the Parliament, 023:15,022[A ]| But I love them both together; 023:15,023[A ]| And when they by division asunder are rent, 023:15,024[A ]| I know 'tis good for neither. 023:15,025[A ]| Which so e're of those, 023:15,026[A ]| Be victorious, 023:15,027[A ]| I'm sure for us no good 'twill be, 023:15,028[A ]| For our plagues will encrease, 023:15,029[A ]| Unlesse we have peace, 023:15,030[A ]| \And the King and his Realms agree.\ 023:15,000[' ]| <4> 023:15,031[A ]| The King without them can't long stand, 023:15,032[A ]| Nor they without the King, 023:15,033[A ]| 'Tis they must advise, and 'tis he must command, 023:15,034[A ]| For their power, from his must spring. 023:15,035[A ]| 'Tis a comfortlesse sway, 023:15,036[A ]| Where none will obey. 023:15,037[A ]| If the King han't's right, which way shall we? 023:15,038[A ]| They may Vote and make Lawes, 023:15,039[A ]| But no good they will cause, 023:15,040[A ]| \Till the King and his Realms agree.\ 023:15,000[' ]| <5> 023:15,041[A ]| A pure Religion I would have, 023:15,042[A ]| Not mixt with humane wit; 023:15,043[A ]| And I cannot endure that each ignorant knave, 023:15,044[A ]| Should dare to meddle with it. 023:15,045[A ]| The tricks of the law, 023:15,046[A ]| I would faign withdraw, 023:15,047[A ]| That it may be alike to each degree. 023:15,048[A ]| And I faign would have such, 023:15,049[A ]| As do medle so much, 023:15,050[A ]| \With the King and the Church agree.\ 023:15,000[' ]| <6> 023:15,051[A ]| We have pray'd and pay'd that the wars might cease, 023:15,052[A ]| And we be freemen made, 023:15,053[A ]| I would fight, if my fighting would bring any peace, 023:15,054[A ]| But war is become a trade. 023:15,055[A ]| Our servants did ride 023:15,056[A ]| With swords by their side, 023:15,057[A ]| And made their Masters footmen be; 023:15,058[A ]| But we will be no more slaves, 023:15,059[A ]| To the beggars and knaves, 023:15,060[A ]| \Now the King and the Realmes do agree.\ 023:16,000[' ]| 023:16,000[' ]| <\An Ode\> 023:16,000[' ]| 023:16,000[' ]| <1> 023:16,001[A ]| What's this that shrouds 023:16,002[A ]| In these opacous clouds, 023:16,003[A ]| The glorious face of heav'n, and dims our light? 023:16,004[A ]| What must we ever lye, 023:16,005[A ]| Mantled in dark stupidity? 023:16,006[A ]| Still groveling in a daily night? 023:16,007[A ]| And shall we have no more the sun allow'd? 023:16,008[A ]| Why does the sun grow dim? or do the stars grow proud? 023:16,000[' ]| <2> 023:16,009[A ]| Why should false zeal 023:16,010[A ]| Thus scorch our common-weale, 023:16,011[A ]| And make us slight bright \Phebus\ purer fires? 023:16,012[A ]| Why do these planets run? 023:16,013[A ]| They would, but cannot be the sun, 023:16,014[A ]| Yet every saucy flame aspires. 023:16,015[A ]| Though they've no reason to affect the same, 023:16,016[A ]| Since they have nought of fire, but the meer rage and name. 023:16,000[' ]| <3> 023:16,017[A ]| Now since our Sun 023:16,018[A ]| Has left this Horizon, 023:16,019[A ]| Can all the stars though by united pow'r, 023:16,020[A ]| Undark the night, 023:16,021[A ]| Or equal him in light? 023:16,022[A ]| And yet they blaze to make him lowre. 023:16,023[A ]| That star that looks more red then others are, 023:16,024[A ]| Is a prodigious Comet and a blazing star. 023:16,000[' ]| <4> 023:16,025[A ]| The World's undone, 023:16,026[A ]| When stars oppose the sun, 023:16,027[A ]| And make him change his constant course to rest; 023:16,028[A ]| His foaming Steeds, 023:16,029[A ]| Flying those daring deeds, 023:16,030[A ]| I'th' stables of the North or West, 023:16,031[A ]| Whence we may fear he'l never more return, 023:16,032[A ]| To light and warme us, with his rayes, but all to burn. 023:16,000[' ]| <5> 023:16,033[A ]| Heav'n made them all, 023:16,034[A ]| Yet not Anarchical, 023:16,035[A ]| But in degrees and orders they are set; 023:16,036[A ]| Should they all be 023:16,037[A ]| In a grand Committee, 023:16,038[A ]| In heavens painted chamber, yet 023:16,039[A ]| \Sol\ would out*shine them: guide me \Phoebus\ ray, 023:16,040[A ]| And let those Lantherns keep their borrowed light away. 023:16,000[' ]| <6> 023:16,041[A ]| Let's not admire 023:16,042[A ]| This new phantastick fire; 023:16,043[A ]| That our vain eyes deceives and us misleads, 023:16,044[A ]| Those Bares we see 023:16,045[A ]| That would our Lyons be, 023:16,046[A ]| Want tailes, and will want heads. 023:16,047[A ]| The world will soon into destruction run, 023:16,048[A ]| When bold blind \Phaetons\ guide the chariot of the sun. 023:17,000[' ]| 023:17,000[' ]| <\Palinode\> 023:17,000[' ]| <1> 023:17,001[A ]| No more, no more of this, I vow, 023:17,002[A ]| 'Tis time to leave this fooling now, 023:17,003[A ]| Which few but fools call Wit; 023:17,004[A ]| There was a time when I begun, 023:17,005[A ]| And now 'tis time I should have done, 023:17,006[A ]| And medle no more with it. 023:17,007[A ]| He Physicks use doth quite mistake, 023:17,008[A ]| That Physick takes for Physicks sake. 023:17,000[' ]| <2> 023:17,009[A ]| My heat of youth, and love and pride, 023:17,010[A ]| Did swell me with their strong spring-tyde, 023:17,011[A ]| Inspir'd my brain and blood, 023:17,012[A ]| And make me then converse with toyes, 023:17,013[A ]| Which are call'd Muses by the boyes, 023:17,014[A ]| And dabble in their flood. 023:17,015[A ]| I was perswaded in those dayes, 023:17,016[A ]| There was no crown like love and bayes. 023:17,000[' ]| <3> 023:17,017[A ]| But now my youth and pride are gone, 023:17,018[A ]| And age and cares come creeping on, 023:17,019[A ]| And businesse checks my love; 023:17,020[A ]| What need I take a needlesse toyle, 023:17,021[A ]| To spend my labour, time and oyle, 023:17,022[A ]| Since no design can move. 023:17,023[A ]| For now the cause is ta'ne away, 023:17,024[A ]| What reason is't th'effect should stay? 023:17,000[' ]| <4> 023:17,025[A ]| 'Tis but a folly now for me, 023:17,026[A ]| To spend my time and industry, 023:17,027[A ]| About such uselesse wit; 023:17,028[A ]| For when I think I have done well, 023:17,029[A ]| I see men laugh, but cannot tell, 023:17,030[A ]| Where't be at me, or it. 023:17,031[A ]| Great madness 'tis to be a drudge, 023:17,032[A ]| When those that cannot write dare judge. 023:17,000[' ]| <5> 023:17,033[A ]| Besides the danger that ensue'th, 023:17,034[A ]| To him that speaks, or writes the truth, 023:17,035[A ]| The praemium is so small, 023:17,036[A ]| To be called Poet and wear bayes. 023:17,037[A ]| And Factor turne of Songs and Playes, 023:17,038[A ]| This is no wit at all. 023:17,039[A ]| Wit only good to sport and sing, 023:17,040[A ]| 's a needlesse and an endlesse thing. 023:17,000[' ]| <6> 023:17,041[A ]| Give me the Wit that can't speak sense, 023:17,042[A ]| Nor read it, but in's own defense, 023:17,043[A ]| Ne're learn'd but of his \Grannum\, 023:17,044[A ]| He that can buy, and sell, and cheat, 023:17,045[A ]| May quickly make a shift to get 023:17,046[A ]| His thousand pound \7per*annum\. 023:17,047[A ]| And purchase without much ado, 023:17,048[A ]| The Poems and the Poet too. 023:18,000[' ]| 023:18,000[' ]| <\A Ballad\> 023:18,000[' ]| <1> 023:18,001[A ]| Old \England\ is now a brave Barbary made, 023:18,002[A ]| And every*one has an ambition to ride her: 023:18,003[A ]| King*\Charles\ was a horseman that long us'd the trade, 023:18,004[A ]| But he rode in a snaffle, and that could not guide her. 023:18,000[' ]| <2> 023:18,005[A ]| Then the hungry \Scot\ comes with spur and with switch, 023:18,006[A ]| And would teach her to run a \Geneva\ career; 023:18,007[A ]| His Grooms were all Puritan, Traytor, and witch; 023:18,008[A ]| But she soon threw them down, with their pedlery geer. 023:18,000[' ]| <3> 023:18,009[A ]| The long Parliament next came all to the block, 023:18,010[A ]| And they this untamable Palfry would ride; 023:18,011[A ]| But she would not bear all that numerous flock; 023:18,012[A ]| At which they were fain themselves to divide. 023:18,000[' ]| <4> 023:18,013[A ]| \Jack\*Presbyter first gets the Steed by the head, 023:18,014[A ]| While the reverend Bishops has hold of the bridle: 023:18,015[A ]| \Jack\ said through the nose, they their flocks did not feed, 023:18,016[A ]| But sate still on the beast, and grew aged and idle: 023:18,000[' ]| <5> 023:18,017[A ]| And then comes the Rout with broomsticks inspir'd, 023:18,018[A ]| And pull'd down their Graces, their sleeves, and their train, 023:18,019[A ]| And sets up sir*\Jack\, who the beast quickly tyr'd, 023:18,020[A ]| With a journey to \Scotland\, and thence back again. 023:18,000[' ]| <6> 023:18,021[A ]| \Jack\ rode in a dublet, with a yoke of prick-ears, 023:18,022[A ]| And cursed splay-mouth, and a Covenant-spur, 023:18,023[A ]| Rides switching and spurring with jealousies and fears, 023:18,024[A ]| Till the poor famish'd beast was not able to stir. 023:18,000[' ]| <7> 023:18,025[A ]| Next came th'Independant a dev'lish designer, 023:18,026[A ]| And got himself call'd by a holier name; 023:18,027[A ]| Makes \Jack\ to unhorse, for he was diviner, 023:18,028[A ]| And would make her travel as far's \Amsterdam\: 023:18,000[' ]| <8> 023:18,029[A ]| But \Nol\ a rank rider gets first in the saddle, 023:18,030[A ]| And made her show tricks, and curvate and rebound; 023:18,031[A ]| She quickly perceiv'd that he rode widdle, waddle, 023:18,032[A ]| And like his Coach-horses threw his Highness to ground. 023:18,000[' ]| <9> 023:18,033[A ]| Then \Dick\, being lame, rode holding by the pummel, 023:18,034[A ]| Not having the wit to get hold of the rein; 023:18,035[A ]| But the Jade did so snort at the sight of a \Cromwel\, 023:18,036[A ]| That poor \Dick\ and his kindred turn'd foot-men again. 023:18,000[' ]| <10> 023:18,037[A ]| Next \Fleetwood\ and \Vane\, with their Rascally pack, 023:18,038[A ]| Would every*one put their feet in the stirrup; 023:18,039[A ]| But they pull'd the saddle quite off of her back, 023:18,040[A ]| And were all got under her before they were up. 023:18,000[' ]| <11> 023:18,041[A ]| At last the King mounts her, and then she stood still, 023:18,042[A ]| As his \Bucephalus\, proud of this rider; 023:18,043[A ]| She cheerfully yields to his power and skill, 023:18,044[A ]| Who is careful to feed her, and skilful to guide her. 024:00,000[' ]|
024:01,000[' ]| <1> 024:01,000[' ]| <\To C%*C% Esquire\> 024:01,001[A ]| Inspired with love and kindled by the flame, 024:01,002[A ]| Which from your eye and conversation came, 024:01,003[A ]| I proceed Versifier, and can't chuse, 024:01,004[A ]| Since you are both my Patron and my Muse. 024:01,005[A ]| Whose fair example makes us know and do, 024:01,006[A ]| You make us poets, and you feed us too. 024:01,007[A ]| And though where ere you are is \Helicon\, 024:01,008[A ]| Since all the Muses proudly wait upon 024:01,009[A ]| Your parts and person too; while we sit here 024:01,010[A ]| And like \Baals\ Priests our flesh do cut and tear, 024:01,011[A ]| Yet, for our lives, can't make our baggage Muse 024:01,012[A ]| Lend us a lift, or one rich thought infuse, 024:01,013[A ]| Or be as much as midwife to a quibble, 024:01,014[A ]| But leave us to our*selves with pangs to scribble 024:01,015[A ]| What, were we wise, we might well blush to view, 024:01,016[A ]| While we're invoking them, they're courting you. 024:01,017[A ]| Yet I conceive (and wont my notion smother) 024:01,018[A ]| You and your house contribute to each other. 024:01,019[A ]| Such hills, such dales, such plains, such rocks, such springs, 024:01,020[A ]| And such a confluence of all such things 024:01,021[A ]| As raise and gratifie the Muses so, 024:01,022[A ]| That in one Night I was created PO*** 024:01,023[A ]| That's half a Poet, I cant reach to ET, 024:01,024[A ]| Because I'm not a perfect Poet yet, 024:01,025[A ]| And I despair perfection to attain, 024:01,026[A ]| Unlesse I'm sent to school to you again. 024:01,027[A ]| Alas! Sir \London\ is no place for verse, 024:01,028[A ]| Ingenious harmlesse thoughts, polite and terse, 024:01,029[A ]| Our Age admits not, we are wrap'd in smoke; 024:01,030[A ]| And Sin, and business, which the Muses choke. 024:01,031[A ]| Those things in which true poesie takes pleasure, 024:01,032[A ]| We here do want; tranquility and leasure. 024:01,033[A ]| Yet we have Wits, and some that for wits go, 024:01,034[A ]| Some real ones, and some that would be so, 024:01,035[A ]| But 'tis ill-natured wit, and such as still, 024:01,036[A ]| To th' subject or the object worketh ill. 024:01,037[A ]| A Wit to cheat, to ruine, to betray, 024:01,038[A ]| Which renders uselesse, what we do or say. 024:01,039[A ]| This wit will not bear verse, some things we have, 024:01,040[A ]| Who in their out-side do seem briske and brave, 024:01,041[A ]| And are as gaudy as old \Kelles\ purse; 024:01,042[A ]| But full as Empty too. And here's our curse, 024:01,043[A ]| Few men discerne the difference 'twixt Wit 024:01,044[A ]| That's sterling, and that's not, but looks like it. 024:01,045[A ]| Inrich us with your presence, make us know 024:01,046[A ]| How much the Nation does to \Derby\ owe. 024:01,047[A ]| But if your businesse will not be withstood, 024:01,048[A ]| Do what you can, since you can't what you wou'd. 024:01,049[A ]| Those lovely sportings of your frolick Muse, 024:01,050[A ]| Wherewith you blest me, send me to peruse; 024:01,051[A ]| And out of gratitude, I'll send you mine, 024:01,052[A ]| They'l rub your vertues, and so make them shine. 024:01,053[A ]| Your charity and patience will in them, 024:01,054[A ]| Find work t' acquit, what justice must condemn. 024:01,055[A ]| And if you please, send one propitious line, 024:01,056[A ]| To dignifie these worthlesse toyes of mine. 024:01,057[A ]| The Reader charm'd by yours, may be so bold 024:01,058[A ]| To read o're mine, which else he'ld not behold. 024:01,059[A ]| And then in Spite of envy, pride, or lying, 024:01,060[A ]| Must say h' has met with something worth the buying. 024:02,000[' ]| 024:02,000[' ]| <\The Answer\> 024:02,000[' ]| 024:03,000[' ]| 024:03,000[' ]| <\To his University Friend\> 024:03,000[A ]| Dear Captain. 024:03,001[A ]| Want, the great Master of three greater things, 024:03,002[A ]| Art, Strength, and boldness, gives this letter wings 024:03,003[A ]| To kiss (that is salute) you and say A%*B% 024:03,004[A ]| To his renowned Captain*S%*P%*D% 024:03,005[A ]| And to request three greater things then those, 024:03,006[A ]| Things that beget good verse, and Stubborn prose. 024:03,007[A ]| The first is drink, which you did promise, would 024:03,008[A ]| Inform the brain; as well as warm the blood, 024:03,009[A ]| Drink that's as powerfull and strong as \Hector\, 024:03,010[A ]| And as inspiring as the old Poets Nectar, 024:03,011[A ]| That dares confront the legislative sack, 024:03,012[A ]| And lends more greek then your grave patriarch. 024:03,013[A ]| But you may see here's none, for if that I, 024:03,014[A ]| Had been well wet, these had not been so dry. 024:03,015[A ]| The next is mony; which you said should be 024:03,016[A ]| Paid, and it may be 'twas, but not to me. 024:03,017[A ]| Why (Friend) d'you think a man as big about 024:03,018[A ]| As I, can live on promises, without 024:03,019[A ]| Good drink or mony? how'll good sack be had? 024:03,020[A ]| And who can live without sack, or with bad? 024:03,021[A ]| What e're your Accademicks talk or teach, 024:03,022[A ]| Mind what they do, they mind not what they preach. 024:03,023[A ]| In publick they may rail at Pope and Turk, 024:03,024[A ]| And at the layeties avarice have a Firck, 024:03,025[A ]| And say their aim is all to save the soul, 024:03,026[A ]| But that Soul's mony, which does all controul. 024:03,027[A ]| Which I do only by the want on't know, 024:03,028[A ]| But when it comes thou'lt see 'twill wonders do. 024:03,029[A ]| The third is wit, which you affirmed here, 024:03,030[A ]| Was in your Mines, and digg'd up every*where. 024:03,031[A ]| Jests, Verses, Tales, Puns, Satyrs, Quibbles too, 024:03,032[A ]| And certain \Bristoll\ words that like wit show. 024:03,033[A ]| But none on't comes as yet, and all I see, 024:03,034[A ]| Is you've the wit to keep it all from me. 024:03,035[A ]| 'Tis troublesome and costly to have much. 024:03,036[A ]| And if you had it, you would never grutch 024:03,037[A ]| Your needy Friend a little; prithee do 024:03,038[A ]| Send me the last, and I'l get t'other two. 024:04,000[' ]| 024:04,000[' ]| <\The Answer\> 024:05,000[' ]| 024:05,000[' ]| <\To T%*S%\> 024:05,001[A ]| Thy Letter Friend, had the hard fate, 024:05,002[A ]| To find me with a busie pate, 024:05,003[A ]| Which still continues and will do, 024:05,004[A ]| Till you meet me, or I meet you. 024:05,005[A ]| Then prithee come thy wayes to me, 024:05,006[A ]| Or else I vow I'll come to thee. 024:05,007[A ]| So well I love thee that I doat, 024:05,008[A ]| And make this shamelesse Letter show't. 024:05,009[A ]| And it is more then I can do, 024:05,010[A ]| To live in love, and businesse too. 024:05,011[A ]| P%*B% and G% I had the luck 024:05,012[A ]| To see, and drink a little pluck. 024:05,013[A ]| Which they both said, they'ld do agen 024:05,014[A ]| But broke their words like honest men, 024:05,015[A ]| And shew'd themselves as errant lyars, 024:05,016[A ]| As th'were 'prentice to the Tryers. 024:05,017[A ]| But will they e're preach truth d'you think 024:05,018[A ]| Who are so false in point of drink? 024:05,019[A ]| Since that some persons got some places, 024:05,020[A ]| Decept and lying have been graces. 024:05,021[A ]| I'm also told P%*P% was here, 024:05,022[A ]| but ne're came at me though so neer. 024:05,023[A ]| Which I don't take amiss, for I 024:05,024[A ]| Suppose his love's not wont to lie 024:05,025[A ]| On the Male Sex, but by his Vote, 024:05,026[A ]| Breeches should vail to petticoat. 024:05,027[A ]| The drink that came from honest \Tim\, 024:05,028[A ]| Had two ill properties, like him. 024:05,029[A ]| 'Twas long a*coming, but alas! 024:05,030[A ]| In going swift as lightning 'twas. 024:05,031[A ]| There's none of't left, you may conclude, 024:05,032[A ]| by this, which is both flat and rude. 024:05,033[A ]| Nor drink I sack, and so this time, 024:05,034[A ]| Instead of wit you've only rythme. 024:05,035[A ]| Wit is as scarce and wanting here 024:05,036[A ]| With us, as mony with you there. 024:05,037[A ]| Our Prince of Poets, who once writ 024:05,038[A ]| What all admir'd, for art and wit, 024:05,039[A ]| Did lately stoop his Muse, and make her 024:05,040[A ]| To write a Ballade of a Quaker. 024:05,041[A ]| Which I have sent thee here withall, 024:05,042[A ]| To see how witts do rise and fall. 024:05,043[A ]| Just as our drink is bad or good, 024:05,044[A ]| So verse is writ, so understood. 024:05,045[A ]| But oh the mony (\Tom\) the money! 024:05,046[A ]| As strong as \Sampson\, sweet as hony, 024:05,047[A ]| How long! how long it is a*coming! 024:05,048[A ]| Such reckoning, such receipts, such summing, 024:05,049[A ]| Belong to't, I shall choak I think, 024:05,050[A ]| Before 'tis melted into drink! 024:05,051[A ]| Those things you'l have me pray for, I 024:05,052[A ]| Can't find in our Church-liturgie. 024:05,053[A ]| To you therefore I make my suite, 024:05,054[A ]| That you will set the boyes to do't, 024:05,055[A ]| For I am told the Directory 024:05,056[A ]| And your new prayers made \7ex 7tempore\, 024:05,057[A ]| Are all for mony very fit, 024:05,058[A ]| Because they're only made for it. 024:05,059[A ]| I like thee that apply'st thy parts, 024:05,060[A ]| To preaching and such thriving arts, 024:05,061[A ]| I prethee practise physick too, 024:05,062[A ]| For if one wont, yet both will do. 024:05,063[A ]| A handsome person with neat band, 024:05,064[A ]| Small cuffs, white gloves, smooth tongue and hand, 024:05,065[A ]| If both a Doctour and a Priest, 024:05,066[A ]| What Ladie's able to resist? 024:05,067[A ]| You may talk bawdy freely then, 024:05,068[A ]| Before coy women and old men. 024:05,069[A ]| And be of no Religion too, 024:05,070[A ]| Yet profess all as others do. 024:05,071[A ]| While the poor Poet tugs for wit, 024:05,072[A ]| To make men laugh at him and it. 024:05,073[A ]| And nothing gets by all his pain, 024:05,074[A ]| But censures various and vain. 024:05,075[A ]| From such as say they Judges are, 024:05,076[A ]| And yet did never plead at bar. 024:05,077[A ]| Undo their malice that condemn, 024:05,078[A ]| Let them write while we laugh at them. 024:05,079[A ]| A poem I have sent thee heere, 024:05,080[A ]| That dyes if thou shouldst be severe. 024:05,081[A ]| And 'cause I've none worth sending down 024:05,082[A ]| I've bought one cost me half a crown. 024:05,083[A ]| And \Dick*Bromes\ playes which good must be, 024:05,084[A ]| Because they were approv'd by thee. 024:05,085[A ]| All which I hope will bring me back 024:05,086[A ]| What all so Love, and I so lack. 024:05,087[A ]| When my glasse beads to \India\ come, 024:05,088[A ]| They'l bring me pearls and Diamonds home. 024:05,089[A ]| And thou wilt like the powers above, 024:05,090[A ]| Returne a blessing for a Dove. 024:06,000[' ]| 024:06,000[' ]| <\The Answer\> 024:07,000[' ]| 024:07,000[' ]| <\An Epistle from a Friend to the Author\> 024:07,000[' ]| <\upbraiding him with his writing Songs\> 024:08,000[' ]| 024:08,000[' ]| <\The Answer\> 024:08,001[A ]| Did I not know thee friend, and that this fit 024:08,002[A ]| Comes not to shew thy malice but thy wit, 024:08,003[A ]| I might this action censure, and reprove 024:08,004[A ]| As well thy want of judgment, as of love; 024:08,005[A ]| And think my Muse, where doubly now forlorne 024:08,006[A ]| Below thy envy, yet not above thy scorne. 024:08,007[A ]| But yet I wonder why thy reason thus, 024:08,008[A ]| Which thou call'st right, and's magnify'd by us, 024:08,009[A ]| And justly too, should vote me indiscreet, 024:08,010[A ]| Because my Poems do with all sorts meet, 024:08,011[A ]| How can I help it? Who can circumscribe 024:08,012[A ]| His words or works, within the small-wise tribe? 024:08,013[A ]| And you the hearers kind applause do blame, 024:08,014[A ]| When charity bids us all do the same. 024:08,015[A ]| If good we must, and if the wit be such 024:08,016[A ]| That it does need, who would not lend a crutch? 024:08,017[A ]| We're mortal Writers, and are forc'd t'a truce, 024:08,018[A ]| For he that gives, may well expect abuse. 024:08,019[A ]| \Johnson\ and \Taylor\ in their kind were both 024:08,020[A ]| Good Wits, who likes one need not t'other loath. 024:08,021[A ]| Wit is like beauty, nature made the \Joane\, 024:08,022[A ]| As well's the Lady. We see every*one 024:08,023[A ]| Meets with a match. Neither can I expect, 024:08,024[A ]| Thou more my muse then Mistress should'st affect, 024:08,025[A ]| And yet I like them both, if you don't too. 024:08,026[A ]| Can't you let them alone for those that do? 024:08,027[A ]| Now if thou'ldst know the very reason why 024:08,028[A ]| I write so oft, to please my*self, say I. 024:08,029[A ]| I know no more why I write more then thee, 024:08,030[A ]| Then why my father got more sons then me. 024:08,031[A ]| Nor pedling call't, for those in \Cheap\ as well, 024:08,032[A ]| As they at Fairs expose their wares to sell. 024:08,033[A ]| But I give freely mine, and though it be 024:08,034[A ]| To Fidlers, yet 'tis to a company; 024:08,035[A ]| And all those gifts are well bestowed, which 024:08,036[A ]| At once do make us merry, and them rich. 024:08,037[A ]| If making Sonnets were so great a sin, 024:08,038[A ]| Repent, 'twas you at first did draw me in. 024:08,039[A ]| And if the making one Song be not any, 024:08,040[A ]| I can't believe I sin in making many. 024:08,041[A ]| But oh! the theemes displease you, you repine 024:08,042[A ]| Because I throw down women, set up wine. 024:08,043[A ]| Why that offends you, I can see no reason, 024:08,044[A ]| Unlesse 'cause I, not you, commit the treason. 024:08,045[A ]| Our judgments jump in both, we both do love 024:08,046[A ]| Good Wine and Women, if I disapprove 024:08,047[A ]| The slights of some, the matter's understood, 024:08,048[A ]| I'm ne're the lesse belov'd by th'truly good. 024:08,049[A ]| You'ld have no phancy blown upon, but must 024:08,050[A ]| Have all new broach'd or can'd to please your gust. 024:08,051[A ]| When this demand of yours is grown as old 024:08,052[A ]| As what you quarrel at, and as often told. 024:08,053[A ]| And there's old Wits that will as much condemn 024:08,054[A ]| Your novelty, as you can censure them. 024:08,055[A ]| Now for those robes in which you'l have me dress 024:08,056[A ]| My homely muse, and write with loftiness, 024:08,057[A ]| Talk of State matters, and affairs of Kings, 024:08,058[A ]| Thou know'st we've beat our heads about those things, 024:08,059[A ]| Till I'd my teeth neer beat out, after all 024:08,060[A ]| My toyl, the wormes must turn poetical. 024:08,061[A ]| He that courts others ears may use designes, 024:08,062[A ]| Be coy and costive; but my harmelesse lines, 024:08,063[A ]| If they produce a laughter are well crown'd, 024:08,064[A ]| Yet though they've sought none, have acceptance found. 024:08,065[A ]| With these I sport my*self and can invite 024:08,066[A ]| My*self and friends t'a short and sweet delight; 024:08,067[A ]| While all our tedious toils, which we call playes, 024:08,068[A ]| Like the great ship, lye slugging in their bayes. 024:08,069[A ]| And can no service do without great cost 024:08,070[A ]| And time, and then our time and stomach's lost. 024:08,071[A ]| But I must write no more for fear that we 024:08,072[A ]| Be like those brethren in divinity. 024:08,073[A ]| Whilst thou dost go to make my flash expire, 024:08,074[A ]| I raise thy flame and make it burn much higher. 024:08,075[A ]| Only because thou doubt'st I should bestow 024:08,076[A ]| Thy lines upon my Fidlers, thou shalt know, 024:08,077[A ]| That had they been upon a business fit, 024:08,078[A ]| And were I subject equall to thy wit, 024:08,079[A ]| T'had gone, and thou shouldst sing them too, and so 024:08,080[A ]| Be both the poet and the fidler too. 024:09,000[' ]| 024:09,000[' ]| <\To a Lady desiring a copy of a Song\> 024:09,000[A ]| Madame, 024:09,001[A ]| You are a poetress 'tis true, 024:09,002[A ]| Nor had we men been Poets but for you; 024:09,003[A ]| 'tis from you sex we've learnt our art and wit, 024:09,004[A ]| 'Tis for your sakes that we do practice it. 024:09,005[A ]| Your subtler sex first ventred on the tree, 024:09,006[A ]| Where knowledg grew, and pluck'd the fruit, which we 024:09,007[A ]| Did only tast, and that at second hand, 024:09,008[A ]| Yet by that hand, and tast we're all trepan'd, 024:09,009[A ]| And our posterity the dome endures; 024:09,010[A ]| You op't our eyes, as you know who did yours. 024:09,011[A ]| By your command this Song thus rudely pend, 024:09,012[A ]| To you I do commit, though not commend, 024:09,013[A ]| To shew what duty I'm arriv'd unto, 024:09,014[A ]| You cannot sooner bid, then I can do. 024:09,015[A ]| Nor can your active soul command and sway 024:09,016[A ]| With more delight, and pride, then mine obey. 024:09,017[A ]| I will not say this Poem's bad or good, 024:09,018[A ]| 'tis as 'tis lik'd, and as 'tis understood. 024:09,019[A ]| A Poems life, and death dependeth still 024:09,020[A ]| Not on the Poets wit, but Readers will. 024:09,021[A ]| Should it in sence seem rascal, low and dull, 024:09,022[A ]| Your eye can make it sprightly, plump and full. 024:09,023[A ]| And if it should be lame, I hope 'twill be, 024:09,024[A ]| 'Cause somewhat like your*self, more pleasing t'ye. 024:09,025[A ]| If it should trip, assist it with your hand, 024:09,026[A ]| You may lend feet, for you can make things stand. 024:09,027[A ]| One touch of yours can cure its ev'll, and then 024:09,028[A ]| 'Tis made by your fair hand, not my blunt pen, 024:09,029[A ]| Useful for love, or slighting you'l it find, 024:09,030[A ]| For love before, or for disdain behind. 024:09,031[A ]| Be't as you please, to more it can't aspire, 024:09,032[A ]| 'Tis all it can deserve, or I desire. 024:10,000[' ]| 024:10,000[' ]| <\To his Friend C%*S% Esquire\> 024:10,001[A ]| Inspir'd with plump-broth, and minc'd pies, 024:10,002[A ]| This letter comes in humble wise, 024:10,003[A ]| To know how \Su%\ and how you do? 024:10,004[A ]| Or whether you do do; or no. 024:10,005[A ]| Whether you Christmas keep, or not? 024:10,006[A ]| For here we such a Mayor have got, 024:10,007[A ]| That though our tavernes open stand, 024:10,008[A ]| Church doors are shut, by his command. 024:10,009[A ]| He does as good as say (we think) 024:10,010[A ]| Leave off this preaching, and go drink. 024:10,011[A ]| But this I doubt's no news to you, 024:10,012[A ]| The Countrey's Atheist part, part Jew. 024:10,013[A ]| And care no more for \Christ\ or's Mass, 024:10,014[A ]| Then he for them: So let 'um pass. 024:10,015[A ]| And could the Priests be sure of pay, 024:10,016[A ]| They'ld down with that, and t'other day. 024:10,017[A ]| Yet spite of all our May'r could say, 024:10,018[A ]| We would not fast, though could not pray. 024:10,019[A ]| Here's feasting still throughout the City, 024:10,020[A ]| And drinking much (the more's the pitty.) 024:10,021[A ]| And that's the cause why all this time, 024:10,022[A ]| I did not answer your last Rithme: 024:10,023[A ]| Nor do I know; 'Tis not my fashion 024:10,024[A ]| In verse to make a disputation. 024:10,025[A ]| What ever \Su%\ and you have writ, 024:10,026[A ]| Shews both your kindness and your wit. 024:10,027[A ]| But only I desire to know 024:10,028[A ]| If you're a member made or no, 024:10,029[A ]| For here we have a great adoe, 024:10,030[A ]| About our choice, whom, how, and who 024:10,031[A ]| Elects, or is Elected; some 024:10,032[A ]| To be made members send, and come, 024:10,033[A ]| While others of the wiser sort, 024:10,034[A ]| Sit still at home, and care not for't. 024:10,035[A ]| \Richard\, 'tis thought, has no intent 024:10,036[A ]| To have an endless Parliament. 024:10,037[A ]| Nor must they share his goods and lands, 024:10,038[A ]| For what he has hee'l keep in's hands. 024:10,039[A ]| Much is not left to be divided, 024:10,040[A ]| The business has so well been guided; 024:10,041[A ]| Nay he himself (I tell no lye) 024:10,042[A ]| Wants mony more then you or I. 024:10,043[A ]| No reason therefore can I see 024:10,044[A ]| Why you should bustle much to be 024:10,045[A ]| A Senatour, unless it were, 024:10,046[A ]| For honour, yet that is but air, 024:10,047[A ]| And not the sweet'st, or saf'st, but still 024:10,048[A ]| Depends on other peoples will. 024:10,049[A ]| But trust me (\Charles\) you have a vain 024:10,050[A ]| That does more love, and honour gain, 024:10,051[A ]| And longer keepe't then all the tricks, 024:10,052[A ]| Of those that study Politicks. 024:10,053[A ]| Protection's needless, for (they say) 024:10,054[A ]| You owe no debts, that you can pay, 024:10,055[A ]| To Nature one, which during life, 024:10,056[A ]| You cannot pay, nor that t'your Wife. 024:10,057[A ]| Yet I would have you come away, 024:10,058[A ]| That though the house don't meet, we may. 024:10,059[A ]| When every*one gets up, and ride, 024:10,060[A ]| 'Tis good to be o'th' rising side. 024:10,061[A ]| For as i'th' Church, so 'tis i'th' State, 024:10,062[A ]| Who's not Elect, is Reprobate. 024:11,000[' ]| 024:11,000[' ]| <\To C%*S% Esquire\> 024:11,000[A ]| Justice. 024:11,001[A ]| I've waited long to find thee here, 024:11,002[A ]| Peep'd into th'house, but could not see thee there. 024:11,003[A ]| I went to th'other-house, but they're so new, 024:11,004[A ]| They no such name or person ever knew. 024:11,005[A ]| 'Twas for this cause, my pen has slept so long, 024:11,006[A ]| I hop'd to see thee in that learned throng. 024:11,007[A ]| And did believe some borough would in pitty, 024:11,008[A ]| Have sent thee up to dignifie our City. 024:11,009[A ]| But, corporations do not well discern, 024:11,010[A ]| What's for their good, and they're too old to learn. 024:11,011[A ]| Had our whole Senate been such men as thou, 024:11,012[A ]| They'd not been routed, but sate still till now. 024:11,013[A ]| But they'd be medling, and to voting fall, 024:11,014[A ]| Against the sword, and that out-votes them all; 024:11,015[A ]| Had they observ'd thy Councel, they'ld been safe 024:11,016[A ]| Stick to the strongest side, and think, and laugh. 024:11,017[A ]| What matter is't, what those in Office say, 024:11,018[A ]| When those that are in power, do answer nay? 024:11,019[A ]| A Cutlers shop affords us stronger law, 024:11,020[A ]| Then \Cook\ or \Littleton\ ere read, or saw. 024:11,021[A ]| But be content, let them do what they will, 024:11,022[A ]| Be thou a Justice I'm Atturney still. 024:11,023[A ]| A poor Attourney is a safer thing 024:11,024[A ]| Now, then to be Protector or a King. 024:11,025[A ]| Our noble Sheriff's a*dying, and I fear 024:11,026[A ]| Will never feast us more in \Taunton-Shire\. 024:11,027[A ]| Pray tell your lovely \Sue\, I love her still, 024:11,028[A ]| As well's I dare, let her not take it ill, 024:11,029[A ]| I write not to her, I've time enough, 'tis true, 024:11,030[A ]| But have not wit enough to deal with \Sue\. 024:12,000[' ]| 024:12,000[' ]| <\To C%*S% Esquire\> 024:12,001[A ]| Dear \Charles\, I'm thus far come to see thy face, 024:12,002[A ]| Thy pretty face, but this unhappy place 024:12,003[A ]| Does not afford it, and I'm told by some, 024:12,004[A ]| That want of Tythes, makes thee thou can'st not come. 024:12,005[A ]| Why (\Charles\) art thou turn'd Priest? and at this time 024:12,006[A ]| When Priests themselves have made their coat a crime? 024:12,007[A ]| And tythes, which make men Priests, do so decay, 024:12,008[A ]| One other Schisme will preach them quite away: 024:12,009[A ]| Thou'lt near become it well, for I do find, 024:12,010[A ]| Wit in a pulpit is quite out of kind, 024:12,011[A ]| Thou canst not stand long, nor talk much, and lowd, 024:12,012[A ]| Nor thrash, nor couzen the admiring crowd, 024:12,013[A ]| And (which is worse) though th'hast a face, and hand, 024:12,014[A ]| A diamond ring, white glove, and clean lawn band, 024:12,015[A ]| Able to tempt an Abbess, yet, I find, 024:12,016[A ]| Thou canst not satisfie the Ladies mind, 024:12,017[A ]| What ere the matter is. But thou art wise, 024:12,018[A ]| And do'st best know thine own infirmities. 024:12,019[A ]| Let me advize thee (\Charles\) be as thou art, 024:12,020[A ]| A Poet, so thou needst not care a ** 024:12,021[A ]| For all the turnes of time: who ere did know, 024:12,022[A ]| The Muses sequestred? or who can shew, 024:12,023[A ]| That ever wit paid taxes, or was rated? 024:12,024[A ]| \Homer\ and \Virgil\ nere were decimated: 024:12,025[A ]| \Ovid\ indeed was banished, but for that, 024:12,026[A ]| Which, women say, you nere were ex'lent at. 024:12,027[A ]| But (\Charles\) thou art unjusticed, I'm told, 024:12,028[A ]| By one, who though not valiant, yet is bold. 024:12,029[A ]| And that thou hast unfortunately met, 024:12,030[A ]| The blinded scourge o'th' Western \Bajazet\, 024:12,031[A ]| Thrown from the bench like \Lucifer\, and are 024:12,032[A ]| In a fair way to be brought to the bar. 024:12,033[A ]| I'th' interim hang 'twixt both, as law doth name us, 024:12,034[A ]| A \billa-vera-man\, or \Ignoramus\. 024:12,035[A ]| But I can't learn wherefore it is, nor how, 024:12,036[A ]| Though I've inquir'd of both, perhaps nor thou, 024:12,037[A ]| Some say 'tis for thy valour, which our time 024:12,038[A ]| In a wise Magistrate, accounts a crime. 024:12,039[A ]| If it be true thou hast ill luck in this, 024:12,040[A ]| To have two vertues; and both plac'd amiss, 024:12,041[A ]| To thwart each other; when thou shouldst have been 024:12,042[A ]| A valiant Captain, wisdome was thy sin, 024:12,043[A ]| And so uncaptain'd thee; and now the time, 024:12,044[A ]| Calls for thy wisdom, valour is thy crime, 024:12,045[A ]| And so unjustic'd thee; unlucky wretch! 024:12,046[A ]| Two vertues want'st, yet has too much of each! 024:12,047[A ]| Who ere compos'd thy mind plaid \Babel\-tricks, 024:12,048[A ]| Brought lyme and timber, when he should bring bricks. 024:12,049[A ]| But we live in an age so full of lies, 024:12,050[A ]| I dare not trust my ears, nor scarce my eyes. 024:12,051[A ]| I hope this is a lye too; but if true, 024:12,052[A ]| 'Tis an affliction (\Charles\) that's justly due, 024:12,053[A ]| To thy desert; Our State holds it unfit, 024:12,054[A ]| One man should be a Justice, and a wit. 024:12,055[A ]| Go ask thy Lady, if it were ever known, 024:12,056[A ]| A Man should be a Justice, and do none. 024:12,057[A ]| Come be adviz'd by me, set out a book, 024:12,058[A ]| In \English\ too, where Justices may look, 024:12,059[A ]| And learn their trade; let Presidents, of all 024:12,060[A ]| Warrants and \mittimuses\, great and small, 024:12,061[A ]| All Alehouse licenses, and other things, 024:12,062[A ]| Which to the Justices instruction brings, 024:12,063[A ]| Be there inserted; that the age to come, 024:12,064[A ]| (The children of such men as can get some) 024:12,065[A ]| May glorifie thy memory, and be 024:12,066[A ]| Thy prayses trumpets to posterity. 024:12,067[A ]| As from one looking glass, thrown on the ground, 024:12,068[A ]| In every piece, a perfect face is found, 024:12,069[A ]| So from thy ruines, all may plainly see, 024:12,070[A ]| Legions of Justices as wise as thee. 024:12,071[A ]| Now having taken all this pains to see 024:12,072[A ]| Thy worship, and can find nor it, nor thee, 024:12,073[A ]| Pray come to T%*** bring thy beloved \Sue\, 024:12,074[A ]| My \Mat%\ and I will meet with her and you. 024:12,075[A ]| And though my \Mat's\ no Poet, you shall see, 024:12,076[A ]| She'l sit and laugh with or at us, that be. 024:12,077[A ]| I'll make thy Lady merry, and laugh untill, 024:12,078[A ]| She break that belly, which thou canst not fill. 024:12,079[A ]| Meantime pray give her one prolifick kiss, 024:12,080[A ]| Tell her it comes from me, and if that miss, 024:12,081[A ]| Give her another, and if both won't do, 024:12,082[A ]| Do that with three which can't be done by two. 024:12,083[A ]| If thou com'st not, I shall have cause to curse 024:12,084[A ]| Tythes, like the lay'ty, and it may be worse. 024:12,085[A ]| My sufferings are more, then theirs can be, 024:12,086[A ]| They'l keep their tythes, but tythes keep thee from me. 024:12,087[A ]| But if thou can'st not come, be sure to write, 024:12,088[A ]| Don't rob at once, my hearing and my sight. 024:12,089[A ]| If thou bring'st not thy body, send thy wit, 024:12,090[A ]| For we must laugh with thee, or else at it. 024:13,000[' ]| 024:13,000[' ]| <\To C%*S% Esquire\> 024:13,000[' ]| <1> 024:13,001[A ]| Since we met last, my Brother dear, 024:13,002[A ]| We've had such alterations here, 024:13,003[A ]| Such turnings in and out, 024:13,004[A ]| That I b'ing fat and breathless grown, 024:13,005[A ]| My side I meant to take was gone, 024:13,006[A ]| E're I could turn about. 024:13,000[' ]| <2> 024:13,007[A ]| First I was for the King, and then 024:13,008[A ]| He could not please the Parliament men, 024:13,009[A ]| And so they went by th'ears; 024:13,010[A ]| I was with other fools sent out, 024:13,011[A ]| And staid three dayes, but never fought 024:13,012[A ]| 'Gainst King or Cavaliers. 024:13,000[' ]| <3> 024:13,013[A ]| And (Brother) as I have been told, 024:13,014[A ]| You were for the Parliament of old; 024:13,015[A ]| And made a mighty dust; 024:13,016[A ]| And though perhaps you did not kill, 024:13,017[A ]| You prov'd your*self as valiant still, 024:13,018[A ]| As ever they were just. 024:13,000[' ]| <4> 024:13,019[A ]| You were ingaged in that war, 024:13,020[A ]| When C%*R% fought against C%*R% 024:13,021[A ]| By a distinction new. 024:13,022[A ]| You alwayes took that side that's right, 024:13,023[A ]| But when \Charles\ with himself did fight, 024:13,024[A ]| Pray of which side were you? 024:13,000[' ]| <5> 024:13,025[A ]| Should I that am a man of law, 024:13,026[A ]| Make use of such a subtile claw, 024:13,027[A ]| In \London\ or in \Ex'ter\, 024:13,028[A ]| And be of both sides as you were, 024:13,029[A ]| People would count me then, I fear, 024:13,030[A ]| A Knavish Ambodexter. 024:13,000[' ]| <6> 024:13,031[A ]| But since all sides so tottering be, 024:13,032[A ]| It puzles wiser men then me, 024:13,033[A ]| Who would not have it utter'd, 024:13,034[A ]| What side to take they cannot tell. 024:13,035[A ]| And I believe they know not well, 024:13,036[A ]| Which side their bread is butter'd. 024:13,000[' ]| <7> 024:13,037[A ]| Here's fore-side, and here's back-side too, 024:13,038[A ]| And two left sides, for ought I know, 024:13,039[A ]| I can find ne're a right. 024:13,040[A ]| I've been for th'midle twenty years, 024:13,041[A ]| And will be still, for their appears 024:13,042[A ]| Most Safety and delight. 024:13,000[' ]| <8> 024:13,043[A ]| But if the times think that too high, 024:13,044[A ]| By creeping lower, I'll comply, 024:13,045[A ]| And with their humour jump. 024:13,046[A ]| If love at th'belly may not enter 024:13,047[A ]| In an \Italian\ way I'll venter, 024:13,048[A ]| To love the very Rump. 024:13,000[' ]| <9> 024:13,049[A ]| So here's t'you (\Charles\) a Rubber's to't. 024:13,050[A ]| Here's a Cast more, if that wont do't, 024:13,051[A ]| Here's half a dozen more, and 024:13,052[A ]| To every feather here's a glass, 024:13,053[A ]| Nay rather then I'll let it pass, 024:13,054[A ]| Here's a years healths before hand. 024:13,000[' ]| <10> 024:13,055[A ]| If loving it, and drinking to't, 024:13,056[A ]| And making others drink to boot, 024:13,057[A ]| Don't shew my good affection, 024:13,058[A ]| I'll sit down disaffected still, 024:13,059[A ]| And let them all do what they will, 024:13,060[A ]| Untill our next Election. 024:13,000[' ]| <11> 024:13,061[A ]| But I'm concern'd (me thinks) to find, 024:13,062[A ]| Our Grandees turn with every wind, 024:13,063[A ]| Yet keep like corks above. 024:13,064[A ]| They lived and dyed but two years since, 024:13,065[A ]| With \Oliver\ their pious Prince, 024:13,066[A ]| Whom they did fear and love. 024:13,000[' ]| <12> 024:13,067[A ]| As soon as \Richard\ did but raign, 024:13,068[A ]| They liv'd and dy'd with him again, 024:13,069[A ]| And swore to serve him ever, 024:13,070[A ]| But when Sir*\Arthur\ came with's men, 024:13,071[A ]| They liv'd and dy'd with him agen 024:13,072[A ]| As if \Dick\ had been never. 024:13,000[' ]| <13> 024:13,073[A ]| And when Prince*\Lambert\ turn'd them out, 024:13,074[A ]| They liv'd and dy'd another bout, 024:13,075[A ]| And vilifi'd the Rump, 024:13,076[A ]| And now for them they live and dye, 024:13,077[A ]| But for the Divel by and by, 024:13,078[A ]| If he be turn'd up trump. 024:13,000[' ]| <14> 024:13,079[A ]| Yet still they order us and ours, 024:13,080[A ]| And will be called higher powers. 024:13,081[A ]| But I will tell you what; 024:13,082[A ]| Either these slaves forswear, and lye, 024:13,083[A ]| Or if they did so often dye, 024:13,084[A ]| They've more lives then a cat. 024:13,000[' ]| <15> 024:13,085[A ]| Let the times run, and let men turn, 024:13,086[A ]| This is too wise an age to burn, 024:13,087[A ]| Wee'l in our Judgment hover, 024:13,088[A ]| Till 'tis agreed what we must be, 024:13,089[A ]| In the interim take this from me. 024:13,090[A ]| I'me thy eternal Lover. 024:14,000[' ]| 024:14,000[' ]| <\To his Friend W%*C%\> 024:14,001[A ]| Dear Brother \Will%\ thy dearer \John\ and I, 024:14,002[A ]| Now happy in each others company, 024:14,003[A ]| Send thee this greeting, and do wish that we, 024:14,004[A ]| By thy addition, may be made up three. 024:14,005[A ]| Two make no sport, they can but sit and sip, 024:14,006[A ]| \Here's t'you\, and \thank you's\ no good fellowship. 024:14,007[A ]| Wee'r Melancholy 'cause we drink alone, 024:14,008[A ]| For \John\ and I together spell but one. 024:14,009[A ]| Three is the perfect number, that is able 024:14,010[A ]| To difference a solitude from a rable. 024:14,011[A ]| Here, if we mix with company, 'tis such 024:14,012[A ]| As can say nothing, though they talk too much. 024:14,013[A ]| Here we learn Georgicks, here the Bucolicks, 024:14,014[A ]| Which building's cheapest, timber, stone or bricks. 024:14,015[A ]| Here's \Adams\ natural Sons, all made of Earth. 024:14,016[A ]| Earth's their Religion, their discourse, their mirth. 024:14,017[A ]| But on the Sunday thou'ldst admire to see, 024:14,018[A ]| How dirt is mingled with Divinity. 024:14,019[A ]| Such disputations, writing, singing, praying, 024:14,020[A ]| So little doing good, and so much saying; 024:14,021[A ]| It tires us weak lung'd Christians, and I think, 024:14,022[A ]| So much the more, 'cause ther's so little drink. 024:14,023[A ]| And that so bad, that we with them are faign, 024:14,024[A ]| To go to Church and sleep, and home again, 024:14,025[A ]| Twice in a Sabbath, and to break the rest, 024:14,026[A ]| With tedious repetitions, and molest, 024:14,027[A ]| The Servants memories with such piteous stuff, 024:14,028[A ]| As wisemen think once said's more then enough. 024:14,029[A ]| thus do we spend our time, and meet with nothing, 024:14,030[A ]| But what Creates our trouble, and our loathing. 024:14,031[A ]| Come then away, leave Butchers, leave thy Lord, 024:14,032[A ]| Our Country here shall both, or more afford. 024:14,033[A ]| \Jack\ here's a Lord, a Prince, nay more a friend, 024:14,034[A ]| He and his botles make the Vulgar bend. 024:14,035[A ]| And if thou didst believe him, or know me, 024:14,036[A ]| I am more butcher then they two can be. 024:14,037[A ]| If all these things won't make thee come away, 024:14,038[A ]| I am resolv'd to thee-ward, if thou'lt stay. 024:14,039[A ]| Drink till I come, that I may find thee mellow, 024:14,040[A ]| 'Tis ten to one, thou'lt meet or make thy fellow. 024:15,000[' ]| 024:15,000[' ]| <\To his Friend I%*B% Upon his Tragedy\> 024:15,000[A ]| In 1652 024:15,001[A ]| Thou may'st well wonder, and my*self should be 024:15,002[A ]| Dumb, if I should be dumb in praysing thee. 024:15,003[A ]| Since I've occasion now to exercise, 024:15,004[A ]| Sublimest thoughts, yet not hyperbolize. 024:15,005[A ]| But since we two are Brothers, and subscribe, 024:15,006[A ]| Both Volunteirs to the Poetick Tribe, 024:15,007[A ]| I dare not do't, least any Dulman sayes, 024:15,008[A ]| We, by consent, do one another praise. 024:15,009[A ]| Yet dare applaud thy work, and thee in it, 024:15,010[A ]| So good in language, plot, and strength of wit, 024:15,011[A ]| That none but thou can equall't. Not a line, 024:15,012[A ]| But's thine 'cause good, and good because 'tis thine. 024:15,013[A ]| So that my duller sight can hardly see 024:15,014[A ]| Whether thou mak'st it exc'lent, or it thee. 024:15,015[A ]| Let those, whose anvil-heads, beat all delight, 024:15,016[A ]| Into a toil, at every line they write, 024:15,017[A ]| Now, vail to thee and fairly yeild the bayes, 024:15,018[A ]| Since all their works, compair'd with thine are playes. 024:15,019[A ]| So far I like thy worth, that I should be 024:15,020[A ]| Intic'd if possible to flatter thee. 024:16,000[' ]| 024:16,000[' ]| <\To a Potting Priest upon a quarrel\> 024:16,000[A ]| In 1643 024:16,001[A ]| I cannot choose but wonder, Mr%** 024:16,002[A ]| That we two wisemen, had so little wit, 024:16,003[A ]| As without quarrel, Jealousies, or fears, 024:16,004[A ]| Worse then the times, we two should go by th'ears. 024:16,005[A ]| I marvel what inspir'd this valour in you, 024:16,006[A ]| Though you were weak, you'd something strong within you. 024:16,007[A ]| 'Twas not your learning, neither can I think, 024:16,008[A ]| That 'twas your valour, but \John\*D** strong drink. 024:16,009[A ]| Love and good liquor have a strong command 024:16,010[A ]| T' make cowards fight longer then they can stand. 024:16,011[A ]| I need not aske your reason, for 'twas gone; 024:16,012[A ]| Nor had you sence enough to feel you'd none. 024:16,013[A ]| Was it to shew your Mistress you could fight? 024:16,014[A ]| Living i'th' woods, you'ld be an arrant Knight? 024:16,015[A ]| That Lady may have cause enough to rue, 024:16,016[A ]| That has no better Champion then you. 024:16,017[A ]| You might have sav'd that labour, each man reads. 024:16,018[A ]| You're a wild man both in your looks and deeds. 024:16,019[A ]| By th'wonders of your drinking men may see, 024:16,020[A ]| You are a Hero without Chevalry. 024:16,021[A ]| You thought a duel, would your Mistress please, 024:16,022[A ]| But prov'd a \Thraso\, not an \Hercules\. 024:16,023[A ]| I might have thought my*self a worthy too, 024:16,024[A ]| Because I tam'd a Monster, that is you. 024:16,025[A ]| Your Zeal (me thought) was greatly kindled, 024:16,026[A ]| That went to make a Pulpit of my head. 024:16,027[A ]| Blame me not, though I strook, for I was vext, 024:16,028[A ]| To be so basely handled, like your text, 024:16,029[A ]| With subtile sophistry, that when you mist 024:16,030[A ]| In words, you would confute me with your fist. 024:16,031[A ]| But such weak sillogismes from you ran, 024:16,032[A ]| As I could never read in \Keckerman\. 024:16,033[A ]| That brain-aspiring drink, so much did nip us, 024:16,034[A ]| You mistook \Aristotle\, for \Aristippus\. 024:16,035[A ]| 'Twas this your brains with Proclamations fills, 024:16,036[A ]| And twirles them like \Don*Quixots\ watermils. 024:16,037[A ]| Your head that should be King, was now pull'd down, 024:16,038[A ]| While that rebellious beer usurp'd your crown. 024:16,039[A ]| And your Mechanick heels gaz'd on the stars, 024:16,040[A ]| As if they went to turn Astronomers. 024:16,041[A ]| Your legs were altogether for Commanding, 024:16,042[A ]| And taught your foolish head more understanding. 024:16,043[A ]| Your body so revers'd, did represent, 024:16,044[A ]| (Being forked) our bicorned Government. 024:16,045[A ]| Your wits were banished, and your brains were drown'd, 024:16,046[A ]| While your Calves-head lay center'd to the ground. 024:16,047[A ]| Thus being black without, within a beast, 024:16,048[A ]| I took you for a Tinker, not a Priest. 024:16,049[A ]| In your next Sermon, let your audience hear, 024:16,050[A ]| How you can preach damnation to strong beer. 024:16,051[A ]| I have returned your knife, at your demand, 024:16,052[A ]| But if I've put a sword t'a mad mans hand, 024:16,053[A ]| Let me advice you, when you fight again, 024:16,054[A ]| Fight with a worse, or be a better man. 024:17,000[' ]| 024:17,000[' ]| <\To his Friend Mr%*W%*H% upon the\> 024:17,000[' ]| <\death of his hawke\> 024:17,000[A ]| In 1643 024:17,001[A ]| What will you suffer thus your hawke to dye? 024:17,002[A ]| And shan't her name live in an Elegy? 024:17,003[A ]| It shall not be, nor shall the people think, 024:17,004[A ]| Wee've so few Poets, or so little drink. 024:17,005[A ]| And if there be no sober brain to do it, 024:17,006[A ]| I'll wet my Muse, and set my*self unto it. 024:17,007[A ]| I have no Gods, nor Muse to call upon, 024:17,008[A ]| Sir*\Johns\ strong barrel is my \Helicon\. 024:17,009[A ]| From whence uncurbed streams of tears shall flow, 024:17,010[A ]| And verse shall run, when I my*self can't go. 024:17,011[A ]| Poor bird, I pitty this thy strange disaster, 024:17,012[A ]| That thou should'st thus be murthred by thy master. 024:17,013[A ]| Was it with salt? I'm sure he was not fresh, 024:17,014[A ]| Or was't thy trusting to an arme of flesh? 024:17,015[A ]| Or 'cause 'twas darksome did his eye-sight fail, 024:17,016[A ]| Meeting a Post, he took it for a Rayle? 024:17,017[A ]| And yet I wonder how he mis'd his sight, 024:17,018[A ]| For though the night was dark, his head was light. 024:17,019[A ]| And though he bore thee with a mighty hand, 024:17,020[A ]| Thou needs must fall, when he himself can't stand. 024:17,021[A ]| 'Tis but our common lot, for we do all 024:17,022[A ]| Sometimes, for want of understanding fall. 024:17,023[A ]| But thou art serv'd aright, for when th'had'st flown, 024:17,024[A ]| What ere thou tookst, thou tookst to be thy own. 024:17,025[A ]| And 'tis but Justice, that each plundring knave, 024:17,026[A ]| That such a life doth lead, such death should have. 024:17,027[A ]| Rejoyce you Partridge, and be glad ye Rayles, 024:17,028[A ]| For the Hawks tallons, are as short's your tayles. 024:17,029[A ]| If all the Kingdomes bloody foes, as she, 024:17,030[A ]| Would break their necks, how joyfull should we be. 024:17,031[A ]| Well at her burial, thus much I will tell, 024:17,032[A ]| In spite of schism, her bells shall ring a knell. 024:18,000[' ]| 024:18,000[' ]| <\To his School Master Mr%*W%*H% upon his Poem\> 024:18,000[' ]| <\call'd\ 7Conscientia 7accusatricis 7Hypotyposis> 024:18,000[A ]| In 1644 024:18,000[A ]| Sir, 024:18,001[A ]| When I read your work, and thought upon, 024:18,002[A ]| How lively you had made description, 024:18,003[A ]| Of an accusing conscience, and did see, 024:18,004[A ]| How well each limn did with th'Archtipe agree, 024:18,005[A ]| I wonder'd how you could lim't out so well, 024:18,006[A ]| Since you b'experience can't its horrour tell. 024:18,007[A ]| Trust me, I'ld praise it, but that I suppose, 024:18,008[A ]| My praise would make it more inglorious, 024:18,009[A ]| In love to th'work and work-man I thought meet, 024:18,010[A ]| To make your verses stand on \English\ feet. 024:18,011[A ]| But whe're well done or ill, I here submit, 024:18,012[A ]| Unto your censure, both my*self and it. 024:18,013[A ]| I'm man, I'm young, unlearn'd, and thereupon 024:18,014[A ]| I know, I cannot boast perfection. 024:18,015[A ]| In fetter'd tasks, wherein the fancie's tide, 024:18,016[A ]| Do what one can, the lustre won't abide. 024:18,017[A ]| No Ideoms kiss so well, but that there is 024:18,018[A ]| Between some phrases some Antithesis. 024:18,019[A ]| What ere is good, in each unpolish'd line, 024:18,020[A ]| I count as yours, the faults alone are mine. 024:18,021[A ]| I wish each foot and line, as strong, and true, 024:18,022[A ]| As my desire to love, and honour you. 024:19,000[' ]| 024:19,000[' ]| <\To his Friend T%*S%\> 024:19,000[A ]| \Tom.\ 024:19,001[A ]| Since thou didst leave both me and this town, 024:19,002[A ]| The sword is got up, and the lawes tumbled down. 024:19,003[A ]| Those eager disputes between \Harrington\ and \Wren\, 024:19,004[A ]| At length have inspired the Red-coated Men. 024:19,005[A ]| Whose sides, nor their heads, do wear the \7Lex 7terrae\, 024:19,006[A ]| With which they will rule us until we be weary. 024:19,007[A ]| We know not whose highest (what ere people brawle,) 024:19,008[A ]| Whether \Wallingford-house\ or \Westminster*Hall\. 024:19,009[A ]| You made a contest neither pulpit nor tub-like, 024:19,010[A ]| What's fittest, a Monarchy or a Republick. 024:19,011[A ]| But \Desborough\ sayes, that Scholler's a fool, 024:19,012[A ]| That advances his pen against the warr-tool. 024:19,013[A ]| We have various discourses and various conjectures, 024:19,014[A ]| In Taverns, in Streets, in Sermons, and Lectures. 024:19,015[A ]| Yet no man can tell what may hap in the close, 024:19,016[A ]| Which are wiser, or honester, these men or those. 024:19,017[A ]| But for my part I think 'tis in vain to contest, 024:19,018[A ]| I sit still and say, \he that's strongest is best\. 024:19,019[A ]| The World keeps a round, that original sin, 024:19,020[A ]| That thrust some people out, drawes other folkes in. 024:19,021[A ]| They have done they did not know what, and now, 024:19,022[A ]| Some think that they do not know what they may do. 024:19,023[A ]| But State matters (\Tom\) are too weighty and high, 024:19,024[A ]| For such mean private persons as thou art, and I. 024:19,025[A ]| We will not our Governours calling invade, 024:19,026[A ]| We'le mind our own good, let them follow their trade. 024:19,027[A ]| Lanch forth into th'Pulpit much learning will be, 024:19,028[A ]| A hinderance to thy Divinity. 024:19,029[A ]| 'Tis better to mind what will cloath ye, and feed ye, 024:19,030[A ]| Then those empty titles of M%*A% and D%*D% 024:19,031[A ]| I have one thing to beg, and I won't be deni'd, 024:19,032[A ]| You must once more mount \Pegasus\, and you must ride 024:19,033[A ]| Ore the County of D% whose praise must b'exprest, 024:19,034[A ]| In a poem to grace our next County feast. 024:19,035[A ]| Which will be next term, 'twas what I design'd, 024:19,036[A ]| But want wit and time to do't to my mind. 024:19,037[A ]| Thou hast Subject and wit, if thou hast but a will, 024:19,038[A ]| Thou maist make a Poem, next that \Coupers-hill\. 024:19,039[A ]| Remember thy promise, to send me my book, 024:19,040[A ]| With a copy of thine, for which I doe look; 024:19,041[A ]| And let not a Letter come hether to me, 024:19,042[A ]| But fraighted with Poems, and written by thee. 024:19,043[A ]| And I out of gratitude shall take a care, 024:19,044[A ]| To make a return of our City ware. 024:19,045[A ]| I'le vex thee no more with this paltry rythme, 024:19,046[A ]| For fear it should make thee mis-spend thy time. 024:19,047[A ]| And so I have this Apology for't, 024:19,048[A ]| Though it been't very sweet, it shall be prety short. 024:20,000[' ]| 024:20,000[' ]| <\To the Meritoriously Honorable\> 024:20,000[' ]| <\Lord*Chiefe*Justice of the Kings bench\> 024:20,001[A ]| Great Sir, and Good! beloved, and obey'd! 024:20,002[A ]| To whose great worth, honour's not giv'n but paid. 024:20,003[A ]| To whose great love, and knowledg we all owe, 024:20,004[A ]| All that we have of law, and what we know; 024:20,005[A ]| Who with strong reason, for the factious clawes 024:20,006[A ]| Of wilfull fools, redeem'd our sacred lawes. 024:20,007[A ]| Full twenty years have I a Servant been, 024:20,008[A ]| To this Profession, I live by and in. 024:20,009[A ]| Eight years a Master, and in all this space, 024:20,010[A ]| Have nothing done that mis-became my place; 024:20,011[A ]| Nor have my actions been Derogatory, 024:20,012[A ]| Unto my Clients profit, or the glory 024:20,013[A ]| Of this renowned Court, and therefore I 024:20,014[A ]| Now humbly beg to be at liberty. 024:20,015[A ]| Justice, and reason both command, that he 024:20,016[A ]| Who serv'd so long, should at the last be free. 024:20,017[A ]| For this I serv'd, for this our Nation fought, 024:20,018[A ]| And pray'd, and paid so much; nor do I doubt, 024:20,019[A ]| T'obtain my wish herein, could I but find, 024:20,020[A ]| Desert in me proportion'd to your mind. 024:20,021[A ]| The benefit o'th' Clergy I desire, 024:20,022[A ]| That I may be admitted of that Quire, 024:20,023[A ]| Who their own Pleas, in their own names enrowl, 024:20,024[A ]| And may perform my place without controul. 024:20,025[A ]| My Lord, you've power and will to do't, and, though 024:20,026[A ]| I am not worthy, if you think me so, 024:20,027[A ]| Your Lordships test can constitute me that, 024:20,028[A ]| Which my abilities can near reach at. 024:20,029[A ]| My comfort is, 'tis what you don't deny, 024:20,030[A ]| To some that read and write as bad as I. 024:20,031[A ]| And there's a kindness which belongs to such, 024:20,032[A ]| As having little worth, beg where ther's much. 024:20,033[A ]| \Caesar\ that valiant General was ador'd 024:20,034[A ]| More for his liberal hand, then for his Sword. 024:20,035[A ]| And your great Archetipe his Highness does 024:20,036[A ]| Derive more honour from the mouths of those, 024:20,037[A ]| Whom he hath gratifi'd, then by the death 024:20,038[A ]| Of those his conquering sword depriv'd of breath. 024:20,039[A ]| Freedome's a Princely thing to give, 'tis that 024:20,040[A ]| Which all our lawes do stand for, and aim at. 024:20,041[A ]| And 'twill be some addition to your fame, 024:20,042[A ]| When I with tongue, and pen enlarg'd, proclaim, 024:20,043[A ]| 'Mong all your Noble acts, you made a room, 024:20,044[A ]| In your great heart, for ~~ A%*B% 024:21,000[' ]| 024:21,000[' ]| <\A new years gift presented to the same\> 024:21,000[A ]| My Lord, 024:21,001[A ]| Did I not find it by experience true, 024:21,002[A ]| Beggars are many, but Thanksgivers few, 024:21,003[A ]| I had not dar'd t'envade your eye, with this 024:21,004[A ]| Mean gratulation whose ambition is, 024:21,005[A ]| But to be pardon'd, and the fault to smother, 024:21,006[A ]| With this which were committed by the other; 024:21,007[A ]| Yet since 'tis gratitude, it may please you, 024:21,008[A ]| If not as good, yet as 'tis strange and new. 024:21,009[A ]| Great \Atlas\ of our lawes and us, whose will 024:21,010[A ]| Is alwayes active, back'd by unmatch'd skill; 024:21,011[A ]| To rule the Nation, and instruct it too, 024:21,012[A ]| And make all persons live, as well as know. 024:21,013[A ]| Though being among the undiscerning throng, 024:21,014[A ]| You sufferd once, you acted all along. 024:21,015[A ]| Your sufferings did but like the Martyrs flame, 024:21,016[A ]| Advance your Person, and exalt your name. 024:21,017[A ]| Disclos'd your vertues, from their sullen Ore, 024:21,018[A ]| And your gold shine, which was pure gold before. 024:21,019[A ]| Your Noble soul tells us from whence you came, 024:21,020[A ]| You've both the \Brittish\ Nature and the name; 024:21,021[A ]| By your example, you instruct us what 024:21,022[A ]| Our Grandsires were, and what they aimed at. 024:21,023[A ]| Ere the Fantastick \French\, or selvish \Dutch\, 024:21,024[A ]| Were grafted on our stocks, our souls were such 024:21,025[A ]| As yours is now; Now we by you may see, 024:21,026[A ]| What once we were, what now we ought to be. 024:21,027[A ]| Great Men, great favours, to great men repay, 024:21,028[A ]| With great rewards, but I can only say, 024:21,029[A ]| Your Lordship, your great kindnesses hath thrown, 024:21,030[A ]| On one, that can return, or merit none. 024:21,031[A ]| But you must pay, and thank your*self for me, 024:21,032[A ]| With your own goodness; That vast treasury, 024:21,033[A ]| That found our love so generous and immense, 024:21,034[A ]| To cast on me, can find you Recompence. 024:21,035[A ]| A gift of worth my fortune can't bring forth, 024:21,036[A ]| Proportion'd to your kindness, or your worth. 024:21,037[A ]| Let me send what I can, it will not be 024:21,038[A ]| Enough for you, though't be too much for me. 024:21,039[A ]| What more to do or say, I cannot tell, 024:21,040[A ]| Much I can't do, nor can say much, and well; 024:21,041[A ]| But what I cannot do, I will desire, 024:21,042[A ]| And what I can't express, I shall admire. 024:21,043[A ]| May this new year be prosperous! may each hour, 024:21,044[A ]| Bring you new blessings, in a plenteous shour! 024:21,045[A ]| May Heaven still smile upon you, and still bless 024:21,046[A ]| All that you do, and all that you possess! 024:21,047[A ]| May you live long and flourish too, that I 024:21,048[A ]| When I need succour may know where to fly, 024:21,049[A ]| And find supplies! May all your actions be, 024:21,050[A ]| As beneficial t'all, as this to me, 024:21,051[A ]| That when you dye (great pity 'tis you should) 024:21,052[A ]| Th'whole land may mourn, not as you're great, but good. 024:21,053[A ]| And though I have not ransack'd Sea, and Shore, 024:21,054[A ]| To make you richer, then you were before, 024:21,055[A ]| I hope this grateful, though but rude address, 024:21,056[A ]| May please you more, though it hath cost me less. 024:22,000[' ]| 024:22,000[' ]| <\To his Honoured Friend R%*Henley Esquire\> 024:22,000[A ]| Sir, 024:22,001[A ]| Though I woed you not in verse, or prose, 024:22,002[A ]| To make my name, and me more glorious, 024:22,003[A ]| By being your Clark, the work is done, I find, 024:22,004[A ]| Not that I'm worthy on't, but you are kind. 024:22,005[A ]| Therefore these lines address themselves to you, 024:22,006[A ]| Not given freely t'you, but paid as due; 024:22,007[A ]| And that they may your kind acceptance win, 024:22,008[A ]| They've sack (their common badge) with them and in. 024:22,009[A ]| And I presume, without much scruple, you 024:22,010[A ]| May drink old sack, although the year be new. 024:22,011[A ]| But though I am not rich enough to send 024:22,012[A ]| Gifts fit for you t'accept; nor do intend 024:22,013[A ]| T'enrich \Peru\: nor think it fit to give, 024:22,014[A ]| Our betters that, by which our*selves should live, 024:22,015[A ]| This will, I hope, your candid nature move, 024:22,016[A ]| 'Cause I give freely what I dearly love; 024:22,017[A ]| And I believe 'tis true, what I've been told; 024:22,018[A ]| You love good sack, as well as your partner gold. 024:22,019[A ]| I know not whether you'l like this or no, 024:22,020[A ]| But if it be not good, my will is so. 024:22,021[A ]| May it prove excellent! and may all those, 024:22,022[A ]| That drink it freely, be ingenious, 024:22,023[A ]| That is be found or made so! to yours and you, 024:22,024[A ]| May this year prove as prosperous as new. 024:22,025[A ]| May we live quiet, and lay by our swords. 024:22,026[A ]| And have no more lawless and boistrous Lords! 024:22,027[A ]| May the law stand! may Justice rule the roast, 024:22,028[A ]| One sober Judge rules better then an hoast. 024:22,029[A ]| And be assur'd this truth you'l ever find; 024:22,030[A ]| I'le be as dutifull as you are kind. 024:22,031[A ]| Nor shall you in your Rolls find out a Man, 024:22,032[A ]| Will serve you more then I, though many can. 024:23,000[' ]| 024:23,000[' ]| <\To his Friend J%*H% Esquire\> 024:23,000[' ]| <1> 024:23,001[A ]| If thou canst fashion no excuse, 024:23,002[A ]| To stay at home, as 'tis thy use, 024:23,003[A ]| When I do send for Thee, 024:23,004[A ]| Let neither sickness, way, nor rain, 024:23,005[A ]| With fond delusions thee detain, 024:23,006[A ]| But come thy way to me. 024:23,000[' ]| <2> 024:23,007[A ]| Hang such a sickness that has power, 024:23,008[A ]| To seize on thee at such an hour, 024:23,009[A ]| When thou shouldst take thy pleasure. 024:23,010[A ]| Go give thy Doctor half a Fee, 024:23,011[A ]| That it may never trouble thee, 024:23,012[A ]| Untill thou art at leisure. 024:23,000[' ]| <3> 024:23,013[A ]| We have a Cup of Sider here, 024:23,014[A ]| That scornes that Common strumpet, Beer, 024:23,015[A ]| And such dull drinks as they're. 024:23,016[A ]| Their potions made of Hops and Mault, 024:23,017[A ]| Can only make our fancies hault, 024:23,018[A ]| This makes them quick as ayre. 024:23,000[' ]| <4> 024:23,019[A ]| \Ceres\ with \Bacchus\ dares compare, 024:23,020[A ]| And swears her fruits the liquor are, 024:23,021[A ]| That Poets so implore. 024:23,022[A ]| A sip of Sack may work a verse, 024:23,023[A ]| But he that drinks a bowle of Hers, 024:23,024[A ]| Shall thunder out a score. 024:23,000[' ]| <5> 024:23,025[A ]| To*morrow morning come away, 024:23,026[A ]| Friday wee'le vote a happy day, 024:23,027[A ]| In spite of \7Erra 7Pater\. 024:23,028[A ]| And bring with you a spark or twain, 024:23,029[A ]| Such as will drink, and drink again, 024:23,030[A ]| To treat about the matter. 024:24,000[' ]| 024:24,000[' ]| <\To a Gentleman that fell sick of the\> 024:24,000[' ]| <\small*Pox. When he should be married\> 024:24,000[A ]| Sir, 024:24,001[A ]| When you view these checker'd lines and see, 024:24,002[A ]| How (bate the colour) like your face they be, 024:24,003[A ]| You'll think this sheet to be your looking glass, 024:24,004[A ]| And all these spots, the Eccoes of your face. 024:24,005[A ]| Wherein Disease and Love their field have pight, 024:24,006[A ]| To try which is more lovely Red, or White. 024:24,007[A ]| Like our late Souldiers, who more rage did show, 024:24,008[A ]| Unto the place that fed them, then their foe. 024:24,009[A ]| Sickness, loves Rivall, envying the place, 024:24,010[A ]| Where \Cupid\ chose to pitch his tents, your face, 024:24,011[A ]| Went to write foul, but \Cupid\ made it prove, 024:24,012[A ]| Spite of his spite, the alphabet of love. 024:24,013[A ]| So as they strove, love serv'd him in his trim, 024:24,014[A ]| For as that set on you, this set on him 024:24,015[A ]| And love that conquers all things, soon made known, 024:24,016[A ]| To him a burning, greater then his own. 024:24,017[A ]| Accurst disease! durst thou come, crawling hither 024:24,018[A ]| To separate, whom Heaven had joyn'd together? 024:24,019[A ]| Had'st thou no time to vent thy rage, but this, 024:24,020[A ]| When swelling hopes did dawn towards their bliss? 024:24,021[A ]| I'th' \7interregnum\ 'twixt desires and joyes. 024:24,022[A ]| The cursed Vigil of blest holy dayes! 024:24,023[A ]| What pitty 'tis that face where love has been, 024:24,024[A ]| So oft, so proud to play so sweetly in, 024:24,025[A ]| By this dire hand should be ore-turned thus, 024:24,026[A ]| As to be made a \Campus Martius\, 024:24,027[A ]| Wherein the angry \York\ and \Lancaster\, 024:24,028[A ]| New-vampe and do retrive their musty stir? 024:24,029[A ]| As if the Red rose and the while would be, 024:24,030[A ]| Where ere they met, still at Antipathy; 024:24,031[A ]| A face that was as clear as day, as bright, 024:24,032[A ]| Should bud with stars like an enamell'd night; 024:24,033[A ]| Your sickness meant to turn Astronomer, 024:24,034[A ]| Your face the Heaven, and every spot a Star. 024:24,035[A ]| Or else would write an Almanack, and raise, 024:24,036[A ]| By those red Letters, nought but holy-dayes. 024:24,037[A ]| Were it your Butlers face, a Man would think, 024:24,038[A ]| They had but been new boylings of the drink; 024:24,039[A ]| Or had his nose been such, one would have swore, 024:24,040[A ]| 'Twere red with anger, 'cause he'd drink no more. 024:24,041[A ]| Or had your keeper such, heel'd sell it all 024:24,042[A ]| For harts-horn to make hafts of knives withall. 024:24,043[A ]| Or if your Cooks were such, how it would fit, 024:24,044[A ]| To grate your ginger, or nutmegs with it? 024:24,045[A ]| But why on your face? what was his design? 024:24,046[A ]| Was it to break the \Hymeneal\ twine, 024:24,047[A ]| That was half twisted? Tush! hee's much mistook, 024:24,048[A ]| Your love was past the criss-cross of a look; 024:24,049[A ]| And your affections are of riper age, 024:24,050[A ]| Then now to gaze on beauties title page. 024:24,051[A ]| Or barely dwell upon the face, those toyes 024:24,052[A ]| Are Oceand in the hopes of future joyes. 024:24,053[A ]| Then blush no more, but let your Mistress know, 024:24,054[A ]| They're but Love-letters written on your brow, 024:24,055[A ]| Etch'd by th'engravers hand, there she may see, 024:24,056[A ]| That beauties' subject to mortality. 024:24,057[A ]| How frail a thing it is, how vain t'adore it, 024:24,058[A ]| What fools are they that love or marry for it; 024:24,059[A ]| And that this sickness which hath curb'd you, is 024:24,060[A ]| But the sad prologue to your future bliss. 024:24,061[A ]| An Ember-week or Lent, which alwayes falls, 024:24,062[A ]| As fasting-eves before your festivals. 024:24,063[A ]| 'Twill make your prize your joy the more when't comes, 024:24,064[A ]| Usher'd along by tedious Martyrdomes. 024:24,065[A ]| How acceptable is a plenteous boul, 024:24,066[A ]| When 'tis carowsed by a thirsty soul! 024:24,067[A ]| So have I seen the winter strip the trees, 024:24,068[A ]| To fit them for their vernal Liveries! 024:24,069[A ]| And cloth th'old Earth in gray, nip every*thing, 024:24,070[A ]| Before it rowles it*self into the spring. 024:24,071[A ]| So has black night begot a gray-ey'd day, 024:24,072[A ]| So \Sol\ doest rout conspiring clouds with Ray; 024:24,073[A ]| As through this sickness does your joyes come on, 024:24,074[A ]| And gulfe your hopes in firm fruition. 024:24,075[A ]| When your red-rose clubs with your Ladies white, 024:24,076[A ]| And as the Ancient flowers did unite, 024:24,077[A ]| Your happiness will swell, and you will prove 024:24,078[A ]| The \Gemini\ of joy, as now of Love. 024:24,079[A ]| These things I guess not by your face, I find 024:24,080[A ]| Your front is not the Index of your mind. 024:24,081[A ]| Yet by your Physnomy, thus much is ment, 024:24,082[A ]| You are not spotles though you're innocent 024:24,083[A ]| Sir if these verses go a halting pace, 024:24,084[A ]| They stumble in the vallies of your face. 024:25,000[' ]| 024:25,000[' ]| <\To his Friend Mr%*I%*B% being at\ London> 024:25,000[' ]| <\in the Authors retirement\> 024:25,001[A ]| Though we are now analys'd, and can't find, 024:25,002[A ]| How to have mutual presence, but in mind; 024:25,003[A ]| I'm bold to send you this, that you may know, 024:25,004[A ]| Though you're above, yet I do live below. 024:25,005[A ]| Though I've no bags, that are with child with gold, 024:25,006[A ]| And though my fireless chymnies catch the cold 024:25,007[A ]| For want of great revenues, yet I find 024:25,008[A ]| I've what's as good as all, a sated mind. 024:25,009[A ]| I neither mony want, nor have I store, 024:25,010[A ]| I have enough to live, and ask no more. 024:25,011[A ]| No tiptoed turret, whose aspiring brow, 024:25,012[A ]| Looks down and scornes the humble roofes below; 024:25,013[A ]| My cottage lyes beneath the thunders harmes, 024:25,014[A ]| Laughs at the whispers of the winds, or stormes. 024:25,015[A ]| My rooms are not inlined with Tapistry; 024:25,016[A ]| But ragged walls where a few books may ly. 024:25,017[A ]| I slight the silks, whose ruffling whispers pride, 024:25,018[A ]| And all the worlds Tautologies beside. 024:25,019[A ]| My limbs inhabite but a Country dress, 024:25,020[A ]| Not to adorn, but cover nakedness. 024:25,021[A ]| My famili's not such, whose gentry springs, 024:25,022[A ]| Like old \Mecaenasses\, from Grandsire Kings. 024:25,023[A ]| I've many kinred, yet my friends are few, 024:25,024[A ]| Those few not rich, and yet more rich then true. 024:25,025[A ]| I've but a drachme of learning, and less wit; 024:25,026[A ]| Yet that's enough to fright my wealth from it. 024:25,027[A ]| As if those two seldom or never meet, 024:25,028[A ]| But like two Generals that with bullets greet. 024:25,029[A ]| I study to live plenteously, though scant; 024:25,030[A ]| How not to have, yet not to care, nor want. 024:25,031[A ]| Wee've here no gawdy feminines to show, 024:25,032[A ]| As you have in that great \Seraglio\; 024:25,033[A ]| He that weds here, lyes cloyster'd in a maid, 024:25,034[A ]| A Sepulcher where never man was laid. 024:25,035[A ]| Ours are with Load-stone touch'd, and never will, 024:25,036[A ]| But right against their proper pole, ly still. 024:25,037[A ]| Yours like Hell-gates do alwayes open lye, 024:25,038[A ]| Like hackney Jades they stand at livery. 024:25,039[A ]| Like treasuries where each one throwes his mite; 024:25,040[A ]| Gulphs of contraries, at once dark and light. 024:25,041[A ]| Where who so enters, is like gold refined; 024:25,042[A ]| Passing through fire, where \Moloch\ sits enshrind, 024:25,043[A ]| And offers up a whole burnt sacrifize, 024:25,044[A ]| To pacifie those fiery Dieties. 024:25,045[A ]| I have no farr-fetch'd dear-bought delicates, 024:25,046[A ]| Whose vertues prized only by their rates. 024:25,047[A ]| No fanci'd Kick-shawes that would serve t'invite, 024:25,048[A ]| To a fourth course the glutted appetite. 024:25,049[A ]| Hunger's my Cook, my labour brings me meat, 024:25,050[A ]| Which best digests, when it is sawc'd with sweat. 024:25,051[A ]| They that have plurisies of these about them, 024:25,052[A ]| Yet do but live, and so do I without them. 024:25,053[A ]| I can sit in my study soon, or late, 024:25,054[A ]| And have no Troopers quarrel with my gate; 024:25,055[A ]| Nor break the peace with it; whose innocence 024:25,056[A ]| Stands only guarded in its own defence. 024:25,057[A ]| No debts to sue for, and no coyn to lend, 024:25,058[A ]| No cause to fear my foe, nor slight my friend. 024:25,059[A ]| Yet there is one thing which me thinks I han't, 024:25,060[A ]| And I have studyed to supply that want, 024:25,061[A ]| 'Tis the Synopsis of all misery; 024:25,062[A ]| 'Tis the tenth want (Dear Friend) the want of Thee. 024:25,063[A ]| How great a joy 'twould be, how great a bliss, 024:25,064[A ]| If we could have a Metampsycosis! 024:25,065[A ]| May we once more enjoy ourselves, for neither 024:25,066[A ]| Is truly blest, till we are blest together. 024:26,000[' ]| 024:26,000[' ]| <\An Elegy to a Lady that dyed before her\> 024:26,000[' ]| <\intended Nuptials\> 024:26,001[A ]| Among the train of mourners, whose swolne eyes 024:26,002[A ]| Wallow in tears at these sad obsequies, 024:26,003[A ]| Admit me as a cypher here to come, 024:26,004[A ]| Who though am nothing, yet can raise a summe, 024:26,005[A ]| And truly I can mourne as well as they, 024:26,006[A ]| Who're clad in sable weeds, though mine is gray. 024:26,007[A ]| Excuse me Sir, passion will swell that's pent, 024:26,008[A ]| Thank not my tears, I cannot but lament 024:26,009[A ]| To see a Lady ready for your bed 024:26,010[A ]| To death's imbraces yeild her mayden head. 024:26,011[A ]| And that Angellick Corps that should have been 024:26,012[A ]| A Cabinet to lodge your Jewels in, 024:26,013[A ]| Should now b'imbalm'd with dust, and made a prey 024:26,014[A ]| To the happy wormes, who may call that day 024:26,015[A ]| On which her lims unto their lot did fall, 024:26,016[A ]| Your sad Solemnities, their Festival; 024:26,017[A ]| Should I not mourn, I could not pay the due, 024:26,018[A ]| Of tears to her or sympathy to you. 024:26,019[A ]| For death did slay you both when she did dye, 024:26,020[A ]| So who writes one's must write both's Elegy. 024:26,021[A ]| She was too good for you, she was too high, 024:26,022[A ]| A wife for Angels to get Angels by. 024:26,023[A ]| In whom there was as much Divinity, 024:26,024[A ]| And excellence, as could in woman be. 024:26,025[A ]| Whom you and all did love, and did suppose, 024:26,026[A ]| To be an Angel in a mortalls cloaths; 024:26,027[A ]| But Heaven to undeceive you let you know, 024:26,028[A ]| By her mortality she was not so. 024:27,000[' ]| 024:27,000[' ]| <\On the great cryer at\ Westminster-Hall> 024:27,001[A ]| When the great Cryer in that greater room, 024:27,002[A ]| Calls \Faunt-le-roy\, and \Alex-and-er Brome\, 024:27,003[A ]| The people wonder (as those heretofore, 024:27,004[A ]| When the dumb spake) to hear a Cryer roar. 024:27,005[A ]| The kitling crue of Cryers that do stand, 024:27,006[A ]| With Eunuches voyces, squeaking on each hand, 024:27,007[A ]| Do signifie no more, compar'd to him, 024:27,008[A ]| Then Member \Allen\ did to patriot \Pim\. 024:27,009[A ]| Those make us laugh, while we do him adore, 024:27,010[A ]| Theirs are but pistol, his mouth's Canon bore. 024:27,011[A ]| Now those fame-thirsty spirits that endevour, 024:27,012[A ]| To have their names enlarg'd, and last for*ever, 024:27,013[A ]| Must be Atturneys of this Court, and so 024:27,014[A ]| His voyce shall like fames lowdest trumpet blow 024:27,015[A ]| Their names about the World, and make them last, 024:27,016[A ]| While we can lend an ear, or he a blast. 024:28,000[' ]| 024:28,000[' ]| <\To the memory of that loyal patriot Sir*I%*Cordel*Kt%\> 024:28,000[A ]| 024:28,001[A ]| Thus fell the grace and glory of our time, 024:28,002[A ]| Who durst be good when goodness was a crime. 024:28,003[A ]| A Magistrate that justly wore his gown, 024:28,004[A ]| While \England\ had a King, or King a Crown; 024:28,005[A ]| But stoutly flung it off, when once he saw 024:28,006[A ]| Might knock down right, and lust did justle law. 024:28,007[A ]| His soul scorn'd a Democracy, and wou'd 024:28,008[A ]| No longer stay, then while the Kingdome stood; 024:28,009[A ]| And when that fled, his follow'd it, to be, 024:28,010[A ]| Joyn'd to his King i'th' Hieromonarchy. 024:29,000[' ]| 024:29,000[' ]| <\To his Mistress lodging in a room where\> 024:29,000[' ]| <\the Sky was painted\> 024:29,000[A ]| In 1642 024:29,001[A ]| When (my Diviner soul) I did of late, 024:29,002[A ]| In thy fair chamber, for thy presence wait, 024:29,003[A ]| Looking aloft, (Thou know'st my look is high, 024:29,004[A ]| Else I'd nere dare to court Thee) I did spy 024:29,005[A ]| Sun, Moon and Stars, by th'painters art appear 024:29,006[A ]| At once all Culm'nant in one hemisphear; 024:29,007[A ]| My small Astrology made me suppose, 024:29,008[A ]| Those Symptomes made the room prodigious. 024:29,009[A ]| Old time (I thought) was crampt and night and day 024:29,010[A ]| Both monosyllabled, to make me stay; 024:29,011[A ]| Hee'd broke his steps of dayes and hours that he 024:29,012[A ]| Might rowle himself into eternity. 024:29,013[A ]| The Sun, as tyred, with the course he ran, 024:29,014[A ]| Center'd himself in the Meridian: 024:29,015[A ]| And 'cause 'twas there, I could not think it night, 024:29,016[A ]| Nor durst I call it day, 'cause 't gave no light. 024:29,017[A ]| I found the cause, and ceased to admire; 024:29,018[A ]| Thy eyes had stolne his light, my heart his fire. 024:29,019[A ]| And that's the cause why Sun and Moon look'd dim, 024:29,020[A ]| Thy brighter face out luster'd her, and him. 024:29,021[A ]| But (which increas'd my wonder) I could see, 024:29,022[A ]| No Meteor portend this prodigy; 024:29,023[A ]| Comets all winck'd at this, nor could I spy 024:29,024[A ]| One blazing starr, but my portentive eye. 024:29,025[A ]| But as I muse'd, what Omen this should be, 024:29,026[A ]| They all stood still, as much amaz'd at me. 024:29,027[A ]| The wandring Planets had forgot to vary, 024:29,028[A ]| Gazing on me, because all stationary. 024:29,029[A ]| Envying thy beauty, they're together gon, 024:29,030[A ]| To make a perfect constellation. 024:29,031[A ]| And their conjunctions t'imitate our lips, 024:29,032[A ]| Was but a loving kiss, not an Eclipse; 024:29,033[A ]| \Sol\ drawes a Regiment of stars, to be 024:29,034[A ]| Tapers to light thee into bed to me. 024:29,035[A ]| Yet could not shine, untill they were inspir'd 024:29,036[A ]| By the same flames, by which my heart was fir'd. 024:29,037[A ]| Come then lye down, do thou withdraw thy light, 024:29,038[A ]| They'l be to please us a perpetual night. 024:29,039[A ]| \Sol\ shall be \Cupid\, blind, and thou his mother, 024:29,040[A ]| And as wee've marr'd one Sun, we'l get another. 024:30,000[' ]| 024:30,000[' ]| 024:30,001[A ]| The season now requires a Man should send 024:30,002[A ]| Some worthy present to his worthier Friend. 024:30,003[A ]| And I (though poor in purse) do wear a heart, 024:30,004[A ]| That is ambitious to perform a part 024:30,005[A ]| In celebration of this new born day, 024:30,006[A ]| And having nothing to present, I'll pray 024:30,007[A ]| This year may be to me, as well as you, 024:30,008[A ]| So much more blest then t'other, as more new. 024:30,009[A ]| And in it so much happiness abound, 024:30,010[A ]| To turn us all to good, yet not turn round. 024:30,011[A ]| And may the Sun, that now begins t'appear 024:30,012[A ]| I'th' Horizon to usher in the Year, 024:30,013[A ]| Melt all those fatuous Vapors, whose false light 024:30,014[A ]| Purblinds the World, and leads them from the right; 024:30,015[A ]| And may our \Sol\ like that rise once again, 024:30,016[A ]| Mounted triumphant in a prosperous raign. 024:30,017[A ]| May all those \Phaetons\ that spite o'th' crown, 024:30,018[A ]| Would guide his chariot, tumble head-long down: 024:30,019[A ]| So shall the Land with happiness be crown'd, 024:30,020[A ]| When men turn right, and only years turn round. 024:31,000[' ]| 024:31,000[' ]| <\On the Queens going beyond Sea\> 024:31,001[A ]| When on the watry World, our glorious Queen 024:31,002[A ]| 'Gan to be toss'd, as on the land sh'had been, 024:31,003[A ]| The joyfull waters did begin t'aspire, 024:31,004[A ]| And would transelement themselves to fire. 024:31,005[A ]| And ever since it has been hard to swear 024:31,006[A ]| Whether the Earth, or water highest were. 024:31,007[A ]| The late scorn'd Sea will not it*self prefer, 024:31,008[A ]| Bearing the best that earth could boast of, Her; 024:31,009[A ]| When first she lanch'd, th'ambitious waves no more 024:31,010[A ]| Would kiss the lips of their oft washed shoar, 024:31,011[A ]| But with united motion all did rise 024:31,012[A ]| To bear the ship; that her, to kiss the skies. 024:31,013[A ]| The ship, like \Noahs\ ark, did float about, 024:31,014[A ]| And kept the waters that would enter, out. 024:31,015[A ]| For were the world redrown'd, what good has been 024:31,016[A ]| In it, in her Epitomiz'd is seen. 024:31,017[A ]| The sturdy billowes, if they did arise, 024:31,018[A ]| Were check'd by th'power of her majestick eyes. 024:31,019[A ]| When ever any to rebell appears, 024:31,020[A ]| For grief it did dissolve it*self to tears; 024:31,021[A ]| The moving compass had forgot to stir, 024:31,022[A ]| In*stead o'th' Northpole pointed still at her; 024:31,023[A ]| At which the Pilot wondering, he spies 024:31,024[A ]| Two North-poles culminant at once, her eyes. 024:31,025[A ]| No marvail then, the compass pointed thither, 024:31,026[A ]| For her magnetick soul drawes all things to her. 024:31,027[A ]| The Ocean scorn'd \Neptunes\ tridentine sway, 024:31,028[A ]| And would no more a King but Queen obey. 024:31,029[A ]| Nay \Neptune\ thought she had a \Venus\ been, 024:31,030[A ]| Sprung from the frothy Sea to be his Queen. 024:31,031[A ]| And whispering \Zephyrus\ if he did stir, 024:31,032[A ]| 'Twas not to blow, but to suck breath from her, 024:31,033[A ]| The Mariners, when ere she breathed, thought 024:31,034[A ]| That precious Amber 'bout the ship did float. 024:31,035[A ]| Widdow \Arabia\ did begin to grieve, 024:31,036[A ]| To see her \Phaenix\ on the waters live. 024:31,037[A ]| The Semi-lunar Dolphin having seen 024:31,038[A ]| Her face, would straight salute her as the Queen. 024:31,039[A ]| The amorous \Syrens\ did altogether throng, 024:31,040[A ]| Hoping t'entice her to them by a song. 024:31,041[A ]| Her brow (as though command were written there) 024:31,042[A ]| Did more sway them, then all their voyces her. 024:31,043[A ]| The little fishes met and did rejoyce, 024:31,044[A ]| Dancing to th'musick of the \Syrens\ voyce. 024:31,045[A ]| All in their several postures strove t'express 024:31,046[A ]| How much her presence would their mansions bless. 024:31,047[A ]| All praying her to stay, but all in vain, 024:31,048[A ]| At length (though loth) they landed her again. 024:31,049[A ]| The shoar's a Paradise, where she was driven, 024:31,050[A ]| And (but her \Charles\ lack'd her) 't had been Heaven. 024:32,000[' ]| 024:32,000[' ]| <\Upon his Mare stoln by a Trooper\> 024:32,000[A ]| In 1644 024:32,001[A ]| Why let her go, I'll vex my*self no more, 024:32,002[A ]| Lest my heart break, as did my stable door. 024:32,003[A ]| 'Twas but a Mare; if she be gone, she's gone; 024:32,004[A ]| 'Tis not a Mare that I do stand upon. 024:32,005[A ]| Now by this Cross I am so temperate grown, 024:32,006[A ]| I'll bridle nature, since my mare is gone. 024:32,007[A ]| I have a little learning, and less wit, 024:32,008[A ]| That wealth is sure, no theif can pilfer it. 024:32,009[A ]| All worldly goods are frail, and variable, 024:32,010[A ]| Yea very Jades are now become unstable. 024:32,011[A ]| Riches they say have wings, my mare had so, 024:32,012[A ]| For though she had legs, yet she could hardly go. 024:32,013[A ]| But thieves and fate have such a strong command, 024:32,014[A ]| To make those go, which have no feet to stand. 024:32,015[A ]| She was well skil'd in writing Elegies, 024:32,016[A ]| And every mile writes, \Here my Rider lyes\. 024:32,017[A ]| Now since I've nere a beast to ride upon, 024:32,018[A ]| Wou'd I might never go, my verse shall run. 024:32,019[A ]| I'll mount on \Pegasus\, for hee's so poor, 024:32,020[A ]| From theif or true-man, one may ride secure. 024:32,021[A ]| I would not rack invention for a curse, 024:32,022[A ]| To plague the Thief, for fear I make him worse. 024:32,023[A ]| I would not have him hang'd, for that would be, 024:32,024[A ]| Sufficient for the law, but not for me. 024:32,025[A ]| In charity I wish him no more pain, 024:32,026[A ]| But to restore me home my Mare again. 024:32,027[A ]| And 'cause I would not have good customes alter, 024:32,028[A ]| I wish who has the Mare, may have the halter. 024:33,000[' ]| 024:33,000[' ]| <\Upon riding on a tired horse\> 024:33,001[A ]| 'Twas hot, and our \Olympick\ Charioter 024:33,002[A ]| Limbeck'd the body of the Traveller, 024:33,003[A ]| Which to prevent, I like the sun did go; 024:33,004[A ]| He was on horse-back, I on horse-back too. 024:33,005[A ]| Thus my all conquering name-sake us'd to ride 024:33,006[A ]| His stallion as I did mine bestride: 024:33,007[A ]| So on we go to view the desolation 024:33,008[A ]| Of that half plague to our distressed Nation. 024:33,009[A ]| But my horse was so superstitious grown, 024:33,010[A ]| He would fall down, and worship every stone. 024:33,011[A ]| Nay he in reverence to each holy place, 024:33,012[A ]| Was often seen to fall upon his face. 024:33,013[A ]| And had I been inclin'd to Popishness, 024:33,014[A ]| I needed have no other cross but this. 024:33,015[A ]| Within a mile or two without command, 024:33,016[A ]| Do what I could, this Jade would make a stand. 024:33,017[A ]| I prais'd him, thinking glory were a spur 024:33,018[A ]| To prick him on, all would not make him stir. 024:33,019[A ]| All worldly things do post away we know, 024:33,020[A ]| But yet my horse would neither run nor go. 024:33,021[A ]| What everlasting Creature should this be, 024:33,022[A ]| That all things are less permanent then he! 024:33,023[A ]| So long I kick'd, the people did suppose, 024:33,024[A ]| The arm-less man had beat a drum with's toes. 024:33,025[A ]| But though a march or an alar'm I beat, 024:33,026[A ]| The senceless horse took all for a retreat. 024:33,027[A ]| The peoples jeers mov'd me to no remorse, 024:33,028[A ]| No more then all my kicks did move my horse. 024:33,029[A ]| Had \Phaetons\ horses been as mine is, They 024:33,030[A ]| Needed no reynes, they'ld never run away. 024:33,031[A ]| I wish'd for old \Copernicus\ to prove 024:33,032[A ]| That while we both stood still, the Earth would move. 024:33,033[A ]| Oh for an Earthquake, that the hills might meet, 024:33,034[A ]| To bring us home, though we mov'd not our feet. 024:33,035[A ]| All would not do, I was constrain'd to be, 024:33,036[A ]| The bringer up of a foot company. 024:33,037[A ]| But now in what a wofull case were I, 024:33,038[A ]| If like our Troopers I were put to fly. 024:33,039[A ]| I wish all cowards (if that be too much) 024:33,040[A ]| Half of our horsemen, which I'll swear are such, 024:33,041[A ]| In the next fight when they begin to flee, 024:33,042[A ]| They may be plagu'd with a tyr'd horse like me. 024:34,000[' ]| 024:34,000[' ]| <\To his Friend I%*B%\> 024:34,001[A ]| Thou thinkst that I to thee am fully known; 024:34,002[A ]| Yet thou'lt not think how powerfull I am grown. 024:34,003[A ]| I can work miracles, and when I do 024:34,004[A ]| Think on thy worth, think thee a wonder too. 024:34,005[A ]| Thy constant love and lines in verse and prose, 024:34,006[A ]| Makes me think thee and them miraculous. 024:34,007[A ]| My*self am from my*self, both here and there I 024:34,008[A ]| Suppose my*self grown an Ubiquitary. 024:34,009[A ]| We are a miracle, and 'tis with us 024:34,010[A ]| As with \John*Baptist\ and his \Lazarus\. 024:34,011[A ]| I thou, and thou art I, and 'tis a wonder, 024:34,012[A ]| That we both live, and yet both live asunder. 024:34,013[A ]| Come then, let's meet agen; for untill we 024:34,014[A ]| Unite, the times can't be at unity. 024:34,015[A ]| But if this distance must still interpose 024:34,016[A ]| Between my eye and thee, yet let us close 024:34,017[A ]| In mind, and though our necks by-forked grown, 024:34,018[A ]| Spread-Eagle like, yet let our Breasts be one. 024:35,000[' ]| 024:35,000[' ]| <\Translated out of\ Perseus> 024:35,001[A ]| I don't remember I did dip, 024:35,002[A ]| In the \Caballine\ spring my lip; 024:35,003[A ]| Nor on two-top'd \Pernassus\ sleep, 024:35,004[A ]| That thence I should a Poet creep. 024:35,005[A ]| The pale \Pyrene\ and \Helicon\, 024:35,006[A ]| I for those men will let alone, 024:35,007[A ]| T' whose browes the rambling Ivys cling; 024:35,008[A ]| Yet I a clown, my verses bring 024:35,009[A ]| To th'Muses altars. Who did show 024:35,010[A ]| The Parrat ???, who the crow 024:35,011[A ]| Of old with hollow voyce to prate? 024:35,012[A ]| Or pies our words to imitate? 024:35,013[A ]| Arts Master, Need, which wit bestowes; 024:35,014[A ]| This Artist makes us come to those 024:35,015[A ]| Words which our Nature us denies, 024:35,016[A ]| Make crowes turn Poets, and the Pies 024:35,017[A ]| Turn Poetresses that can sing 024:35,018[A ]| Sweet verses from the \Pegasean\ spring. 024:36,000[' ]| 024:36,000[' ]| <\Upon the miscarrier of Letters betwixt\> 024:36,000[' ]| <\his Friend and him;\> 024:36,000[' ]| <\An Execration\> 024:36,001[A ]| And why to me? dull scanner of the ground, 024:36,002[A ]| Was there no other pack-horse to be found, 024:36,003[A ]| To bear the weight of such a grand abuse, 024:36,004[A ]| But only I? I'le wake my sleeping Muse, 024:36,005[A ]| And send her post to th'black abyss of Hell 024:36,006[A ]| To fetch me curses, curses dyre and fell. 024:36,007[A ]| I'l mount on \Pegasus\, and make him go, 024:36,008[A ]| From Friend to Friend, as swift as thou art slow. 024:36,009[A ]| Perfidious Traytor! could thine impious hands 024:36,010[A ]| Dare to miscarry, what true love commands? 024:36,011[A ]| Had it been newes, or pamphlets, or the rude 024:36,012[A ]| Inventions of the cock-brain'd multitude, 024:36,013[A ]| New modells of Religion, or the false 024:36,014[A ]| Ly-legends which we here call Diurnals; 024:36,015[A ]| Had there been treason against the King or State, 024:36,016[A ]| They deserv'd thine, and thou hadst scap'd my hate. 024:36,017[A ]| But these were embassies of souls that be 024:36,018[A ]| So pure, they dare dispute with purity. 024:36,019[A ]| That will not club with treason, nor betroth 024:36,020[A ]| Their souls to schisme, but are estrang'd from both. 024:36,021[A ]| Had they been complements or th'adulterate froth 024:36,022[A ]| Of inckhorn wits, t'had nere incens'd my wroth. 024:36,023[A ]| For 'tis but reason such vain toyes as they are, 024:36,024[A ]| Should be dissolv'd to their first matter, Air. 024:36,025[A ]| Had they been meerly issues of the brain, 024:36,026[A ]| And had been lost, that might to work again. 024:36,027[A ]| But when the heart's engag'd, what pitty 'tis 024:36,028[A ]| A child of that should ever fare amiss? 024:36,029[A ]| Hadst thou but known how sweet those accents were, 024:36,030[A ]| How full of love thou would'st have took more care. 024:36,031[A ]| Why did'st thou go to stop that blessed Trine 024:36,032[A ]| That was to be 'twixt their aspects and mine? 024:36,033[A ]| Do'st thou not know what good, what blest effects 024:36,034[A ]| The Land will have from such benigne aspects? 024:36,035[A ]| Alas when \Mercury\ doth meet with \Jove\, 024:36,036[A ]| \Lilly\ can tell thee their portents are love. 024:36,037[A ]| I'm loth to study for some new found curse, 024:36,038[A ]| For fear I should be heard, and thou be worse. 024:36,039[A ]| First for thy horses would their teeth may be 024:36,040[A ]| Greas'd at each Inne, which none may help but me. 024:36,041[A ]| May all their old diseases never fail, 024:36,042[A ]| Their feet have scabs doubled for every nail, 024:36,043[A ]| That thou may'st like \Tom\. Long for*ever go, 024:36,044[A ]| And ne're come where thou art assign'd unto, 024:36,045[A ]| And so may'st ne're be trusted with a pack, 024:36,046[A ]| Unless of plagues, and may those break thy back. 024:36,047[A ]| May'st thou ne're carry loyal letters more, 024:36,048[A ]| But Pocky songs betwixt a Pimp and's whore. 024:36,049[A ]| But when th'hast sweat and travel'd all the day, 024:36,050[A ]| May'st thou have neither meat, drink, bed nor pay. 024:36,051[A ]| May all the way be strew'd with \Downes\ his men, 024:36,052[A ]| And thou escaping one, may'st meet with ten. 024:36,053[A ]| And may they take thy horses and thy store, 024:36,054[A ]| And bang thy sides because thou hast no more. 024:36,055[A ]| May all these plagues unite that they may be 024:36,056[A ]| As great a plague to thee, as thou to me. 024:37,000[' ]| 024:37,000[' ]| <\To his Mistris\> 024:37,001[A ]| Your pardon Lady; by my troth I err, 024:37,002[A ]| I thought each face a painted Sepulcher, 024:37,003[A ]| That wore but beauty on't; I did suppose, 024:37,004[A ]| That outward beauty had been ominous. 024:37,005[A ]| And that t'had been so opposite to wit, 024:37,006[A ]| As it nere wisdome met, nor vertue it. 024:37,007[A ]| Your face confutes me, and I do begin 024:37,008[A ]| To know my errour, and repent my sin. 024:37,009[A ]| For on those Rosie cheeks I plainly see 024:37,010[A ]| And read my former thoughts deformity. 024:37,011[A ]| I could believe Hyperbolies, and think 024:37,012[A ]| That praise too low that flowes from pen and ink; 024:37,013[A ]| That you're all Angel; when I look on you, 024:37,014[A ]| I'm forc'd to think the Rampant'st fictions true. 024:37,015[A ]| Nay I dare swear (though once I did abhor it) 024:37,016[A ]| That Men love Women, and have reason for it. 024:37,017[A ]| The Lapidaries now shall learn to set 024:37,018[A ]| Their Diamonds in gold, and not in Jet. 024:37,019[A ]| The Proverb's crost, for now a man may find 024:37,020[A ]| A beauteous face th'Index of such a mind. 024:37,021[A ]| How I could praise you, and your worth display, 024:37,022[A ]| But that my ravish'd pen is forc'd to stay; 024:37,023[A ]| And when I think t'express your purer fashion, 024:37,024[A ]| My expressions turn to stupid Admiration. 024:37,025[A ]| Natures perfection! She by forming thee 024:37,026[A ]| Proves she has now infallibility. 024:37,027[A ]| You're an Enchiridion, whom Heav'n did print, 024:37,028[A ]| To copy by, with no errata in't. 024:37,029[A ]| You're my \Urania\, nay within you be 024:37,030[A ]| The Muses met in their Tertrinity. 024:37,031[A ]| Else how could I turn Poet, and retain, 024:37,032[A ]| My banish'd Muse into my thoughts again! 024:37,033[A ]| See what your wit, see what your beauty can; 024:37,034[A ]| T'make a Poet's more then t'make a Man; 024:37,035[A ]| I've wit b'infusion, nay I've beauty too, 024:37,036[A ]| I think I'm comely if you think me so. 024:37,037[A ]| Add to your vertues love, and you may be 024:37,038[A ]| A wife for \Jove\, pray let that \Jove\ be me. 024:38,000[' ]| 024:38,000[' ]| <\To his Mistris married to another\> 024:38,001[A ]| Married? and I not dead? it cannot be, 024:38,002[A ]| Is nothing certain but uncertainty? 024:38,003[A ]| Can truth it*self prove false? I should as soon 024:38,004[A ]| Have thought the Sun vary'd into a Moon. 024:38,005[A ]| And that the Poles that nere knew how to vary, 024:38,006[A ]| Turn'd Planets now, and grow unstationary. 024:38,007[A ]| But \Sol\ has chang'd his course, and we all know 024:38,008[A ]| Those we call Poles are planetary too. 024:38,009[A ]| You whom I thought a Goddess, now I see, 024:38,010[A ]| Are but a woman, by inconstancy. 024:38,011[A ]| See what the covetous love of wealth can do, 024:38,012[A ]| It makes fair Ladies false and foolish too. 024:38,013[A ]| I could be sorry now, or vext, or worse; 024:38,014[A ]| But wrath or sorrow will enlarge my curse. 024:38,015[A ]| That anger's foolish and that sorrow's vain, 024:38,016[A ]| That's us'd for that which can't be had again. 024:38,017[A ]| But what's this thing call'd marriage? must you be 024:38,018[A ]| Cloyster'd by that from all society? 024:38,019[A ]| Must only he enjoy you as a bride? 024:38,020[A ]| And by his feast, famish th'whole World beside? 024:38,021[A ]| You only did proclaim, when you did wed, 024:38,022[A ]| That both together meant to go to bed. 024:38,023[A ]| What need all this ado? can't we (my hony) 024:38,024[A ]| Do the same thing without the Ceremony, 024:38,025[A ]| Or proclamation? where two hearts agree, 024:38,026[A ]| Marriage is but a superfluity. 024:38,027[A ]| Nature did ne're intend (without all doubt) 024:38,028[A ]| T'hang such a Jewel only in his snowt. 024:38,029[A ]| Nor were you made only for one Mans food, 024:38,030[A ]| Nor for the private, but the common good. 024:38,031[A ]| You have my heart, and do but lend me thine, 024:38,032[A ]| I'l give the Priest the lye, and say th'art mine. 024:39,000[' ]| 024:39,000[' ]| <\On the turn-coat Clergy\> 024:39,001[A ]| That Clergy are changeable, and teach 024:39,002[A ]| That now 'gainst which they will to*morrow preach, 024:39,003[A ]| Is an undoubted truth; but that in this 024:39,004[A ]| Their variation they do ought amiss, 024:39,005[A ]| I stedfastly deny; The World we see 024:39,006[A ]| Preserves it*self by mutability; 024:39,007[A ]| And by an imitation each thing in it 024:39,008[A ]| Preserves it*self by changing every minute; 024:39,009[A ]| The Heavenly orbes do move, and change, and ther's 024:39,010[A ]| The much admired musick of the sphears. 024:39,011[A ]| The Sun, the Moon, the Stars do alwayes vary, 024:39,012[A ]| The times turn round still, nothing stationary. 024:39,013[A ]| Whey then should we blame Clergymen, that do 024:39,014[A ]| Because they're Heav'nly, like the Heavens go? 024:39,015[A ]| Nay th'Earth it*self, on which we tread (they say) 024:39,016[A ]| Turnes round and's moving still; then why not they? 024:39,017[A ]| Our bodies still are changing from our birth, 024:39,018[A ]| Till they return to their first matter, Earth. 024:39,019[A ]| We draw in air, and food, that air and food 024:39,020[A ]| Incorporates and turns our flesh and blood. 024:39,021[A ]| Then we breath out our*selves in sweat, and vent 024:39,022[A ]| Our flesh and blood by use, and excrement, 024:39,023[A ]| With such continuall change, that none can say, 024:39,024[A ]| He's the same man that he was Yesterday. 024:39,025[A ]| Besides, all Creatures cannot choose but be 024:39,026[A ]| By much the worse for their stability. 024:39,027[A ]| For standing pools corrupt, while running springs 024:39,028[A ]| Yeild sweet refreshment to all other things. 024:39,029[A ]| The highest Church-things oftenest change, we know, 024:39,030[A ]| The weather-cock that stands o'th' top does so. 024:39,031[A ]| The bells when rung in changes best do please, 024:39,032[A ]| The Nightingall, that ministrel of the trees, 024:39,033[A ]| Varies her note, while the dull Cucko sings 024:39,034[A ]| Only one note, no auditory brings. 024:39,035[A ]| Why then should we admire our Levites change, 024:39,036[A ]| Since 'tis their nat'ral motion? 'Tis not strange 024:39,037[A ]| To see a fish to swim, or Eagle fly; 024:39,038[A ]| Nor is their \Protean\ mutability 024:39,039[A ]| More worth our wonder, but 'tis so in fashion, 024:39,040[A ]| It merits our applause, and imitation. 024:39,041[A ]| But I conclude, least while I speak of change, 024:39,042[A ]| I shall too far upon one subject range. 024:39,043[A ]| And so become unchangeable, and by 024:39,044[A ]| My practice give my doctrine here the lye. 024:40,000[' ]| 024:40,000[' ]| <\To his Friend Mr%*I%*W% on his\> 024:40,000[' ]| <\Translation of a Romance, call'd\> 024:40,000[' ]| 024:40,001[A ]| From forrain soyl, He at the first did spring, 024:40,002[A ]| Whom conquest crown'd, and custom kept our King. 024:40,003[A ]| And from the same, this fancy, whom this pen 024:40,004[A ]| Has of an Alien made a Denizen. 024:40,005[A ]| Dispute who dares: The issue of the brain 024:40,006[A ]| Admits a transplantation, like the train 024:40,007[A ]| That buds with Stars; and in this do hit, 024:40,008[A ]| The two \7fac 7Totums\, Monarchy and wit. 024:40,009[A ]| The industrious Merchant glutted with the things 024:40,010[A ]| That are produced by our mother springs, 024:40,011[A ]| Ransacks the Ocean, trafficking for more 024:40,012[A ]| And rarer beauties from the forraign shore; 024:40,013[A ]| And makes our happiness not only be 024:40,014[A ]| In necessaries, but variety. 024:40,015[A ]| So thou with equal diligence hast gone 024:40,016[A ]| To fetch the merchandize of \Helicon\. 024:40,017[A ]| Not but that wit and fancy here will be, 024:40,018[A ]| A native and staple commodity. 024:40,019[A ]| Or that composing stories and Romances, 024:40,020[A ]| Were only entayl'd to wits that live beyond Seas. 024:40,021[A ]| But as in dearth, we oft supply our store, 024:40,022[A ]| From those that we perhaps reliev'd before, 024:40,023[A ]| So now when rare Inventions and immense, 024:40,024[A ]| Are parch'd and shrunk up into hardly sence, 024:40,025[A ]| For want of due rewards, that shoul'd distill, 024:40,026[A ]| From these new Tympanies, and we call hills, 024:40,027[A ]| Yo're fain to forage for what ere must be, 024:40,028[A ]| Beyond Diurnals or a Mercury. 024:40,029[A ]| Yet ben't discouraged; for here's no excise, 024:40,030[A ]| Nor custom paid on these commodities. 024:40,031[A ]| And he that trades in wit by Sea or Land, 024:40,032[A ]| Needs not a convoy, fears no Rocks nor Sand. 024:40,033[A ]| This traffick is secure against the thump 024:40,034[A ]| Of \Spains armado\ or the \Belgick Trump\, 024:40,035[A ]| And the proceed on't, though in this mad Nation, 024:40,036[A ]| Is free from plunder, and from sequestration. 024:40,037[A ]| I do commend thy choice too, for of all 024:40,038[A ]| The sciences, this is most cordial, 024:40,039[A ]| Presenting notions to the curious mind, 024:40,040[A ]| Of what below we never see nor find. 024:40,041[A ]| Herein do differ History, and this; 024:40,042[A ]| This shews what ought to be, that shews what is; 024:40,043[A ]| Ungratefull we, if that we should receive 024:40,044[A ]| This precious Jewel, and should nothing give 024:40,045[A ]| To Thee or to its Author; Therefore I 024:40,046[A ]| Offer these lines to both your memory, 024:40,047[A ]| To testifie my thanks, though not my skill; 024:40,048[A ]| What's so well done, must not be praysed ill. 024:40,049[A ]| But I nick-name my duty, when I say 024:40,050[A ]| I give, or offer, when I only pay. 024:41,000[' ]| 024:41,000[' ]| <\A Satyre on the Rebellion\> 024:41,001[A ]| Urge me no more to sing, I am not able 024:41,002[A ]| To raise a note, songs are abominable. 024:41,003[A ]| Yea \Davids\ psalmes do now begin to be 024:41,004[A ]| Turn'd out of Church, by hymnes \7extempore\. 024:41,005[A ]| No accents are so pleasant now as those 024:41,006[A ]| That are Caesura'd through the Pastors nose. 024:41,007[A ]| I'll only weep our misery and ruth, 024:41,008[A ]| I am no Poet, for I speak the truth. 024:41,009[A ]| Behold a self against it*self doth fight, 024:41,010[A ]| And the left hand prevails above the right. 024:41,011[A ]| The grumbling guts, i'th' belly of the State, 024:41,012[A ]| Unthankfull for the wholsom food they ate, 024:41,013[A ]| Belch at their head, and do begin to slight 024:41,014[A ]| The Cates, to which they had an appetite. 024:41,015[A ]| They long for kick-shawes, and new fangled dishes, 024:41,016[A ]| Not which all love, but which each fancy wishes. 024:41,017[A ]| Behold a glorious \Phoebus\ tumbling down, 024:41,018[A ]| While the rebellious bares usurpe the Crown. 024:41,019[A ]| Behold a Teem of \Phaetons\ aspire 024:41,020[A ]| To guide the Sun, and set the World on fire. 024:41,021[A ]| All goes to wrack, and it must needs be so, 024:41,022[A ]| When those would run, that know not how to go. 024:41,023[A ]| Behold a lawfull Soveraign to whose mind 024:41,024[A ]| Dishonesty's a stranger, now confind 024:41,025[A ]| To the anarchick pow'r of those whose reason 024:41,026[A ]| Is flat rebellion, and their truth is Treason. 024:41,027[A ]| Behold the loyal Subjects pill'd and poll'd, 024:41,028[A ]| And from \Algere\ to \Tunis\ bought and sold. 024:41,029[A ]| Their Goods sequestred by a legal stealth, 024:41,030[A ]| The private robb'd t'uphold the Common-wealth, 024:41,031[A ]| And those the only plunderers are grown 024:41,032[A ]| Of others States, that had none of their own. 024:41,033[A ]| Robbers no more by night in secret go, 024:41,034[A ]| They have a Licence now for what they do. 024:41,035[A ]| If any to the rulers do complain, 024:41,036[A ]| They know no other godliness but gain. 024:41,037[A ]| Nor give us any plaister for the sore 024:41,038[A ]| Of paying much, but only paying more. 024:41,039[A ]| What ere we do or speak, how ere we live, 024:41,040[A ]| All is acquitted if we will but Give; 024:41,041[A ]| They sit in Bulwarks, and do make the lawes 024:41,042[A ]| But fair pretences to a fowler cause, 024:41,043[A ]| And horse-leech-like cry give, what ere they say, 024:41,044[A ]| Or sing, the burden of their song is Pay. 024:41,045[A ]| How wretched is that State! how full of wo, 024:41,046[A ]| When those that should preserve, do overthrow! 024:41,047[A ]| When they rule us, and ore them mony raignes, 024:41,048[A ]| Who still cry Give, and alwayes gape for gains! 024:41,049[A ]| But on those Judges lyes a heavy curse, 024:41,050[A ]| That measure crimes by the delinquents purse. 024:41,051[A ]| The time will come when they do cease to live, 024:41,052[A ]| Some will cry Take, as fast as they cry'd Give. 024:42,000[' ]| 024:42,000[' ]| <\On a pair of Virginals\> 024:42,001[A ]| Death, that ties up the tongues of Man and Beast, 024:42,002[A ]| And to each thing gives a \7Quietus 7est\, 024:42,003[A ]| Gives me a tongue; and I that could not be 024:42,004[A ]| Blest with a voice, now boast variety. 024:42,005[A ]| The tale of \Amphion\ which could make each tree 024:42,006[A ]| Dance to his musick, is fulfill'd in me. 024:42,007[A ]| For lo the liveless Jacks lavaltoes take 024:42,008[A ]| At that sweet musick which themselves do make. 024:42,009[A ]| The various-sounding strings in consort come, 024:42,010[A ]| To make my narrow-bulke \Elizium\; 024:42,011[A ]| Just Emblem of the State; for in this wise, 024:42,012[A ]| He just now falls, that but just now did rise. 024:42,013[A ]| O would the Subjects in this Realme agree, 024:42,014[A ]| And meet like strings to make one harmony. 024:43,000[' ]| 024:43,000[' ]| <\On a Comedie called\ The*passionate*lovers> 024:43,001[A ]| Though I nere saw this Play, nor ere did know 024:43,002[A ]| This Author well, nor love with passion so, 024:43,003[A ]| To be a name for \Terence\ Comaedie, \7Heauton-timorumenos\ 024:43,004[A ]| But do suppose who ere the lover be, 024:43,005[A ]| That's really such as the Poet writ, 024:43,006[A ]| He'ld have less love, if he had had more wit. 024:43,007[A ]| Yet as th'old Topers, when their drinking's gone, 024:43,008[A ]| Do love to sit, and see the work go on, 024:43,009[A ]| And as old men when their performance fails, 024:43,010[A ]| Can clap their wings with telling smutty tales: 024:43,011[A ]| So though we've lost the life of playes the stage, 024:43,012[A ]| If we can be Remembrancers to th'age, 024:43,013[A ]| And now and then let glow a spark in print 024:43,014[A ]| To tell the World ther's fire still lodg'd i'th' flint, 024:43,015[A ]| We may agen b'enlightned once and warm'd, 024:43,016[A ]| Men can't be civil till they be inform'd. 024:43,017[A ]| Walk wisely on: Time's changeable, and what 024:43,018[A ]| Was once thrown down, is now again reacht at. 024:43,019[A ]| And we may see pleasure and honour crown 024:43,020[A ]| The Stage, when inconsistent Tub's kick'd down. 024:44,000[' ]| 024:44,000[' ]| <\To the high-Sheriff of S%\> 024:44,000[A ]| Sir, 024:44,001[A ]| You have giv'n us Poets entertainment, 024:44,002[A ]| Good chear and wine; we give you Poets payment, 024:44,003[A ]| Good words and rythme; but you out-do us here, 024:44,004[A ]| You match our Rythme; but we can't match your chear. 024:44,005[A ]| And here's the reason, which our Muses grieves, 024:44,006[A ]| Sheriffs are made Poets, but nere Poets Sheriffs. 024:45,000[' ]| 024:45,000[' ]| <\To G%*B% Esquire\> 024:45,001[A ]| I promis'd to come to you Sir, 'tis true, 024:45,002[A ]| And I intended what I promis'd you. 024:45,003[A ]| But Heaven (that all things orders) thought not fit 024:45,004[A ]| We two should meet, and therefore hinder'd it. 024:45,005[A ]| Not that our meeting had offensive been 024:45,006[A ]| To God or Man, for we had sail'd between 024:45,007[A ]| The dangerous rocks of company, which wits 024:45,008[A ]| And no wits dash against, when in their fits, 024:45,009[A ]| They scoffe at sacred matters and blaspheme, 024:45,010[A ]| Or make Statesmen or businesses their theame. 024:45,011[A ]| But such a World of Heavenly drink came down, 024:45,012[A ]| The floods did rise and all the country drown; 024:45,013[A ]| Men that had souls unswimable like mine 024:45,014[A ]| Float as drown'd flies do in a glass of wine. 024:45,015[A ]| Horses and boots were useless, and you know, 024:45,016[A ]| I have no hanging look; and being so 024:45,017[A ]| Fat, have the art of sinking, I was ne're 024:45,018[A ]| Bred 'mong the fish, nor ere at \Westminster\, 024:45,019[A ]| Saw any drown'd, though you and I both know, 024:45,020[A ]| Some have been us'd as badly there, and though 024:45,021[A ]| I use the feather 'tis the tother end, 024:45,022[A ]| Not that which me from drowning can defend. 024:45,023[A ]| This work's for Saylours, not a land Attourney, 024:45,024[A ]| For 'tis become a voyage, not a journey. 024:45,025[A ]| And he that goes to \Ex'ter\ now from hence, 024:45,026[A ]| From that exploit may very well commence 024:45,027[A ]| A navigator, which t'attempt I fear, 024:45,028[A ]| And thought it safer to stay drinking here, 024:45,029[A ]| And send you this from him that's far more willing 024:45,030[A ]| To write ten verses then to pay one shilling. 024:46,000[' ]| 024:46,000[' ]| <\To his reverend Friend Dr%*S% on his\> 024:46,000[' ]| <\pious and learned book\> 024:46,001[A ]| The times are chang'd, and the misguided rout 024:46,002[A ]| Now tug to pull in what they tumbled out, 024:46,003[A ]| And with like eagerness. The factious crue, 024:46,004[A ]| Who ruin'd all, are now expos'd to view: 024:46,005[A ]| Their vizor's off, and now we plainly see 024:46,006[A ]| Both what they are, and what they aim'd to be, 024:46,007[A ]| And what they meant to do to us and ours, 024:46,008[A ]| If either ours or we were in their pow'rs. 024:46,009[A ]| That vip'rous brood of \Levi\ who gnaw'd through 024:46,010[A ]| Their mothers bowels, and their Fathers too, 024:46,011[A ]| To break a passage to their lewd designes 024:46,012[A ]| Have found th'effects of all their under mines, 024:46,013[A ]| And see themselves out-acted in their show, 024:46,014[A ]| By sucking sprouts that out of them did grow. 024:46,015[A ]| They're now out-wink'd, out-fasted and out-tung'd, 024:46,016[A ]| Their Pupils reap those fields, which they had dung'd: 024:46,017[A ]| Who split the Church into so many Schismes, 024:46,018[A ]| The zeal of these eats t'others Patriarchismes. 024:46,019[A ]| And Vermin-like they do that corps devour, 024:46,020[A ]| Whose putrefaction gave them life and pow'r. 024:46,021[A ]| Now they repent (though late) and turn to you, 024:46,022[A ]| Of the Old*Church that's constant, pure and true. 024:46,023[A ]| Thanks to such lights as you are, who have stay'd 024:46,024[A ]| In that firm truth, from which they fondly stray'd, 024:46,025[A ]| Endur'd reproach, and want, all violent shocks 024:46,026[A ]| Which rowl'd like Billows, while you stood like Rocks, 024:46,027[A ]| Unmov'd by all their fury, kept your ground, 024:46,028[A ]| Fix'd as the poles, whiles they kept twirling round. 024:46,029[A ]| Submitted to all rage, and lost your all, 024:46,030[A ]| Yet ne're comply'd with, or bow'd knee to \Baal\. 024:46,031[A ]| You preach'd for love of preaching, with desire 024:46,032[A ]| T'instruct, and to reform, while pay and hire, 024:46,033[A ]| Which made them preach, were ta'ne away from you, 024:46,034[A ]| You still strove on, and led the people through 024:46,035[A ]| That Wilderness of errour, into which 024:46,036[A ]| Those \7Ignes 7fatui\, tempted by the itch 024:46,037[A ]| Of Pride and change had led them, when the Times 024:46,038[A ]| Envying your worth, voted your sermons crimes, 024:46,039[A ]| And made it treason to relieve or hear you, 024:46,040[A ]| And constituted to affront and jeer you, 024:46,041[A ]| Those Patentees of graces and good livings 024:46,042[A ]| Grown rich with fees, and fat with full thanksgivings, 024:46,043[A ]| Who rowl'd a stone upon your mouths for fear 024:46,044[A ]| Truth would find out a resurrection there: 024:46,045[A ]| Then from the press you piously did shew 024:46,046[A ]| What, why, and how, we should believe and know; 024:46,047[A ]| And pray and practice; made it out to us 024:46,048[A ]| Why our Church-Institutes were these and thus; 024:46,049[A ]| And how we ought t'observe them, so that we 024:46,050[A ]| May find them that, which of themselves they be; 024:46,051[A ]| Commands and comforts: This Sir we do find 024:46,052[A ]| Perform'd by this rare issue of your mind. 024:46,053[A ]| Your pious and your profitable lines, 024:46,054[A ]| Which can't be prays'd by such a pen as mine's, 024:46,055[A ]| But must b'admir'd and lov'd, and you must be 024:46,056[A ]| For*ever thank'd and honour'd too by me, 024:46,057[A ]| And all that know or read you; since you do 024:46,058[A ]| Supply the pious and the learned too, 024:46,059[A ]| So well, that both must say, to you they ow 024:46,060[A ]| What good they practice, and what good they know. 024:47,000[' ]| 024:47,000[' ]| <\To Colonel*Lovelace on his Poems\> 024:47,001[A ]| So through the Chaos crept the first born ray, 024:47,002[A ]| That was not yet grown up to be a day, 024:47,003[A ]| And form'd the World; as do your powerfull rythmes 024:47,004[A ]| Through the thick darkness of these verseless times, 024:47,005[A ]| These antigenious dayes, this boystrous age, 024:47,006[A ]| Where there dwells nought of Poetry but rage: 024:47,007[A ]| Just so crept learning forth the rav'nous fire 024:47,008[A ]| Of the Schismatick \Goths\, and \Vandals\ ire: 024:47,009[A ]| As do in these more barbarous dayes our times, 024:47,010[A ]| When what was meant for ruine, but refines. 024:47,011[A ]| Why mayn't we hope for Restauration, when 024:47,012[A ]| As ancient Poets Townes, the new raise men, 024:47,013[A ]| The tales of \Orpheus\ and \Amphion\ be 024:47,014[A ]| Both solid truths with this Mythology? 024:47,015[A ]| For though you make not stones and trees to move, 024:47,016[A ]| Yet men more senceless you provoke to love. 024:47,017[A ]| I can't but think, spite of the filth that's hurl'd 024:47,018[A ]| Over this small Ench'ridion of the World, 024:47,019[A ]| A day will break, when we again may see 024:47,020[A ]| Wits like themselves, club in an harmony. 024:47,021[A ]| Though Pulpiteers can't do it, yet 'tis fit 024:47,022[A ]| Poets have more success, because more wit. 024:47,023[A ]| Their Prose unhing'd the State; why mayn't your verse 024:47,024[A ]| Polish those souls, that were fil'd rough by theirs? 024:47,025[A ]| Go on, and prosper; though I want your skill, 024:47,026[A ]| In weighty matters 'tis enough to will. 024:47,027[A ]| And now the Reader looks I should help rear 024:47,028[A ]| Your glories Trophy, else what make I here? 024:47,029[A ]| 'Tis not to praise you; for one may as well 024:47,030[A ]| Go tell Committees that there is an hell, 024:47,031[A ]| Or tell the World there is a Sun, as praise 024:47,032[A ]| Your amorous fancy, which it*self can't raise 024:47,033[A ]| 'Bove Envies reach or flatteries; Ladies love 024:47,034[A ]| To kiss those accents; who dares disapprove 024:47,035[A ]| What they stile good? our lines, our lives, and all, 024:47,036[A ]| By their opinions either rise or fall: 024:47,037[A ]| Therefore the cause why these are fixed here, 024:47,038[A ]| Is livery-like to shew some great man's near; 024:47,039[A ]| Let them stand bare, and usher, not commend; 024:47,040[A ]| They are not for Encomiums, but t'attend. 024:48,000[' ]| 024:48,000[' ]| <\To his Friend\ Thomas*Stanley, \Esquire, on his Odes\> 024:48,000[' ]| <\Set and Published by Mr\%*John Gamble> 024:48,001[A ]| \Stanley\ the Darling of \Apollo\, thou 024:48,002[A ]| That mak'st at once both Verse and Musick too; 024:48,003[A ]| So sweet a Master of so sweet a Muse, 024:48,004[A ]| Whom not to name with honour, were t'abuse. 024:48,005[A ]| How thy words flow! How sweetly do they Chyme, 024:48,006[A ]| When thy pure Couplets do imbrace in Rhyme! 024:48,007[A ]| How quick, how lovely, and how full of Sence 024:48,008[A ]| Thy Fancy is, and all that springs from thence! 024:48,009[A ]| Which \Gamble\ has enliv'ned by his Art, 024:48,010[A ]| And breath'd an Active Soul through every part: 024:48,011[A ]| And so deduc'd thy Mind to us, that we 024:48,012[A ]| May feast our Ears and Souls with rarity. 024:48,013[A ]| How much to Thee, how much to Him we owe, 024:48,014[A ]| We can conceive, but cannot make you know; 024:48,015[A ]| Nor have we thanks proportion'd to your worth, 024:48,016[A ]| Thou that didst make, and He that set them forth, 024:48,017[A ]| In such a lively Dress too, We admire 024:48,018[A ]| What we cann't praise, what we cann't do, Desire; 024:48,019[A ]| And therefore turn our praises into prayers, 024:48,020[A ]| That Thou'lt make more such Odes, He more such Ayres. 024:49,000[' ]| 024:49,000[' ]| <\On the famous Romance, called\ The*innocent*Impostor> 024:49,001[A ]| 'Twill be expected now that I should raise 024:49,002[A ]| Some Monument unto the Authors prayse, 024:49,003[A ]| The Works, or the Translators; else I fear, 024:49,004[A ]| The Reader'll wonder, what I do make here. 024:49,005[A ]| 'Tis grown Apocryphal, and by the Wits 024:49,006[A ]| Quite voted down; Who hold it not befits 024:49,007[A ]| A true-born Fancy, to the \Smithfield\-wise 024:49,008[A ]| Putt off with Toll and Vouchers; this defies 024:49,009[A ]| Such Crutches; for 'tis of so clear a Nature 024:49,010[A ]| 'Twill pass without the Chaplins \7Imprimatur\, 024:49,011[A ]| Or our Certificates. Besides I carry 024:49,012[A ]| Such a dislike to all things Customary, 024:49,013[A ]| I'll cheat all expectation, and will be 024:49,014[A ]| Thankfull to them, but chiefly unto thee. 024:49,015[A ]| In these Self-ended times we only do 024:49,016[A ]| Or thank or praise those we're beholding to; 024:49,017[A ]| So call our Justice Charity, and say 024:49,018[A ]| We do bestow, when we do only pay. 024:49,019[A ]| For though the work be rare, yet should it be 024:49,020[A ]| Still in its dress, what had it been to me? 024:49,021[A ]| And though translated by this worthy pen, 024:49,022[A ]| If not exposed to the view of Men, 024:49,023[A ]| I had ne're seen't perhaps. But since all three 024:49,024[A ]| Have clubb'd in this production, I must be 024:49,025[A ]| Gratefull to all, and to give all your right, 024:49,026[A ]| Must prayse, and love and thank \Bellay, Dod, Wright\. 024:50,000[' ]| 024:50,000[' ]| <\On Dr%*J% his divine Romant\> 024:50,001[A ]| How rare! how truly noble's this designe 024:50,002[A ]| To make us fall in love with things divine! 024:50,003[A ]| And raise our passions with such pious flames, 024:50,004[A ]| To court those truths, which lay disguis'd in names 024:50,005[A ]| Perplex'd and crabbed, and did heretofore 024:50,006[A ]| Lie undiscoverd in their sullen Ore; 024:50,007[A ]| And seem'd unamiable to the sense, 024:50,008[A ]| 'Cause unattainable but by th'expence 024:50,009[A ]| Of undelightsome labour and much time. 024:50,010[A ]| This new invention expiates the crime, 024:50,011[A ]| Which did too much adheare to youthful love; 024:50,012[A ]| Directs the soul to doat on things above, 024:50,013[A ]| And consecrates th'affections to extend 024:50,014[A ]| Their violent motion to their proper end. 024:50,015[A ]| The ravish'd Pulpit which of late was made 024:50,016[A ]| A place, not of instruction but of trade, 024:50,017[A ]| Where Higlers in Divinity did sell 024:50,018[A ]| Salvation to us, and made heaven and hell 024:50,019[A ]| At their disposal, and the way to bliss 024:50,020[A ]| More hard and crabbed then it ought or is; 024:50,021[A ]| And did advance the people or condemn 024:50,022[A ]| To this or that, just as we humor'd them; 024:50,023[A ]| Made some those heavenly dishes to detest 024:50,024[A ]| And loath, 'cause they so nastily were drest. 024:50,025[A ]| but this ingenuous Authour makes that food 024:50,026[A ]| Delightsome to the taste as well as good; 024:50,027[A ]| And with such flowers the paths to virtue strews, 024:50,028[A ]| That the dull soul to heav'n delighted goes. 024:50,029[A ]| What love, what praise, what great reward is fit 024:50,030[A ]| To his great worth, who with Caelestial wit 024:50,031[A ]| Informes and sanctifies our minds, and brings 024:50,032[A ]| Our souls above these low terrestrial things! 024:50,033[A ]| A crown of Stars must deck his learned brow, 024:50,034[A ]| The lawrel garland's too unworthy now. 024:51,000[' ]|
  • 024:51,000[' ]| <\On the loss of a Garrison\> 024:51,001[A ]| Another City lost! Alas poor King! 024:51,002[A ]| Still future griefs from former griefs do spring. 024:51,003[A ]| The World's a seat of change; Kingdoms and Kings 024:51,004[A ]| Though glorious, are but sublunary things. 024:51,005[A ]| Crosses and blessings kiss; ther's none that be 024:51,006[A ]| So happy but they meet with misery. 024:51,007[A ]| He that ere*while sate centred to his Throne, 024:51,008[A ]| And all did homage unto him alone; 024:51,009[A ]| Who did the Scepter of his power display 024:51,010[A ]| From pole to pole, while all this rule obey, 024:51,011[A ]| From stair to stair now tumbles, tumbles down, 024:51,012[A ]| And scarce one pillar doth support his Crown. 024:51,013[A ]| Town after Town are lost, Field after Field, 024:51,014[A ]| This turnes, and that perfidiously doth yield: 024:51,015[A ]| He's banded on the trayterous tongues of those 024:51,016[A ]| That \Janus\ like, look to him and his foes. 024:51,017[A ]| In vain are Bulwarks, and the strongest hold, 024:51,018[A ]| If the beseigers bullets are of gold. 024:51,019[A ]| My soul be not dejected; would'st thou be 024:51,020[A ]| From present trouble, or from danger free? 024:51,021[A ]| Trust not in rampires, nor the strength of walls, 024:51,022[A ]| The town that stands to*day, to*morrow fails. 024:51,023[A ]| Trust not in Souldiers, though they seem so stout; 024:51,024[A ]| Where sin's within, vain is defence without. 024:51,025[A ]| Trust not in wealth, for in this lawless time 024:51,026[A ]| Where prey is penalty, there wealth is crime. 024:51,027[A ]| Trust not in strength or courage; we all see 024:51,028[A ]| The weak'st oftimes do gain the victory. 024:51,029[A ]| Trust not in honour, honour's but a blast 024:51,030[A ]| Quickly begun, and but a while doth last. 024:51,031[A ]| They that to*day to thee \Hosanna\ cry, 024:51,032[A ]| To*morrow change their note for Crucifie. 024:51,033[A ]| Trust not in friends, for friends will soon deceive thee, 024:51,034[A ]| They are in nothing sure, but sure to leave thee. 024:51,035[A ]| Trust not in wits; who run from place to place 024:51,036[A ]| Changing Religion as chance does her face; 024:51,037[A ]| In spite of cunning, and their strength of brain, 024:51,038[A ]| They're often catch'd, and all their plots are vain. 024:51,039[A ]| Trust not in Councels, Potentates, or Kings, 024:51,040[A ]| All are but frail and transitory things. 024:51,041[A ]| Since neither Souldiers, Castles, wealth, or wit 024:51,042[A ]| Can keep off harm from thee, or thee from it: 024:51,043[A ]| Since neither strength nor honour, friends nor Lords, 024:51,044[A ]| Nor Princes, peace or happiness affords, 024:51,045[A ]| Trust thou in God, ply him with prayers still, 024:51,046[A ]| Be sure of help; for he both can, and will. 024:52,000[' ]| 024:52,000[' ]| <\Upon the Kings imprisonment\> 024:52,001[A ]| Imprison me you Traytors? must I be 024:52,002[A ]| Your fetter'd slave, while you're at liberty 024:52,003[A ]| T'usurp my Scepter, and to make my power 024:52,004[A ]| Gnaw its own bowels, and it*self devour? 024:52,005[A ]| You glorious villains! Treasons that have been 024:52,006[A ]| Done in all ages, are done ore agen; 024:52,007[A ]| Expert proficients, that have far out-done 024:52,008[A ]| Your Tutors Presidents, and have out-run 024:52,009[A ]| The practice of all times, whose acts will be 024:52,010[A ]| Thought Legendary by Posterity. 024:52,011[A ]| Was't not enough you made me bear the wrong 024:52,012[A ]| Of a rebellious sword, and viprous tongue, 024:52,013[A ]| To lose my State, my Children, Crown and Wife; 024:52,014[A ]| But must you take my liberty and life? 024:52,015[A ]| Subjects can find no fortress but their graves, 024:52,016[A ]| When servants sway, and Soveraigns are slaves. 024:52,017[A ]| 'Cause I'l not sign, nor give consent unto 024:52,018[A ]| Those lawless actions that you've done and do, 024:52,019[A ]| Nor yet betray my Subjects, and so be 024:52,020[A ]| As treacherous to them, as you to me; 024:52,021[A ]| Is this the way to mould me to your wills, 024:52,022[A ]| To expiate former crimes, by greater ills? 024:52,023[A ]| Mistaken fools to think my soul can be 024:52,024[A ]| Grasp'd or infring'd by such low things as ye! 024:52,025[A ]| Alas though I'm immur'd, my mind is free, 024:52,026[A ]| I'l make your very gaol my liberty. 024:52,027[A ]| Plot, do your worst, I safely shall deride 024:52,028[A ]| In my Crown'd soul, your base inferiour pride, 024:52,029[A ]| And stand unmov'd, though all your plagues you bring, 024:52,030[A ]| I'll dye a Martyr, or I'll live a King. 024:53,000[' ]| 024:53,000[' ]| <\On the death of King\*CHARLES> 024:53,001[A ]| How! dead! nay murdred! not a Comet seen! 024:53,002[A ]| Nor one strange prodigy to intervene! 024:53,003[A ]| I'm satisfy'd; heav'n had no sight so rare, 024:53,004[A ]| Nor so prodigious as his murtherers are, 024:53,005[A ]| Who at this instant had not drawn the air, 024:53,006[A ]| Had they not been preserv'd b'his funeral pray'r. 024:53,007[A ]| And yet who looks aright, may plainly spy 024:53,008[A ]| The Kingdom's to it*self a prodigy; 024:53,009[A ]| The scattered stars have joyned themselves in one, 024:53,010[A ]| And have thrown \Phoebus\ headlong from his throne. 024:53,011[A ]| They'ld be the sun themselves, and shine, and so 024:53,012[A ]| By their joynt blaze inflame the world below, 024:53,013[A ]| Which b'imitation does t'a Chaos fall, 024:53,014[A ]| And shake it*self t'an Earthquake general. 024:53,015[A ]| And 'tis the height of miracle that we 024:53,016[A ]| Live in these wonders, yet no wonders see. 024:53,017[A ]| Thus, those that do enjoy a constant day, 024:53,018[A ]| Do scarce take notice of that wondrous ray. 024:53,019[A ]| Nature groand out her last when he did fall, 024:53,020[A ]| Whose influence gave quickning to us all. 024:53,021[A ]| His soul was anthem'd out in prayers, and those 024:53,022[A ]| Angelike \Halelujahs\ sung in prose 024:53,023[A ]| \David\ the second; we no difference knew 024:53,024[A ]| Between th'old \Davids\ spirit and the new. 024:53,025[A ]| In him grave wisdom so with grace combines, 024:53,026[A ]| As \Solomon\ were still in \Davids\ loynes. 024:53,027[A ]| And had he lived in King*\Davids\ time, 024:53,028[A ]| H'had equall'd him in all things but his crime. 024:53,029[A ]| Now since you'r gone, great Prince, this care we'l have, 024:53,030[A ]| Your books shall never find a death or grave; 024:53,031[A ]| By whose diviner flame, the world must be 024:53,032[A ]| Purged from its dross, and chang'd to purity, 024:53,033[A ]| Which neither time nor treason can destroy, 024:53,034[A ]| Nor ign'rant Error that's more fell then they. 024:53,035[A ]| A peice like some rare picture, at remove, 024:53,036[A ]| Shews one side Eagle, and the other Dove. 024:53,037[A ]| Sometimes the Reason in it soars so high, 024:53,038[A ]| It shews affliction quells not majesty, 024:53,039[A ]| Yet still Crowns, dignity and self deny'd, 024:53,040[A ]| It helps to bear up courage though not pride; 024:53,041[A ]| Trodden humility in robes of state, 024:53,042[A ]| Meekly despising all the frownes of fate. 024:53,043[A ]| Your Grandsire King that shew'd what good did flow 024:53,044[A ]| From the tall Cedar to the shrub below, 024:53,045[A ]| By violent flame to ashes though calcin'd, 024:53,046[A ]| His soul int'you we transmigrated find; 024:53,047[A ]| Whose leafs shall like the \Cybels\ be ador'd, 024:53,048[A ]| When time shall open each prophetick word: 024:53,049[A ]| And shall like scripture be the rule of good 024:53,050[A ]| To those that shall survive the flaming flood: 024:53,051[A ]| Whose syllables are Libraries, and can 024:53,052[A ]| Make a small volume turn a \Vatican\. 024:53,053[A ]| So th'hunted \Bezar\ when he's sure to dye, 024:53,054[A ]| Bequeaths his cordials to his enemy. 024:53,055[A ]| Rest Royal dust, and thank the stormes that drove 024:53,056[A ]| Against their will you to your haven above. 024:53,057[A ]| They have but freed you from those waves that curld 024:53,058[A ]| Their bloody power to drown this boistrous world. 024:53,059[A ]| They've but chang'd Throne for throne, and crown for crown; 024:53,060[A ]| You took a glorious, laid a thorny down. 024:53,061[A ]| You sit among your Peers with Saints and Kings, 024:53,062[A ]| View how we plot for sublunary things, 024:53,063[A ]| And labour for our ruine; you did fall 024:53,064[A ]| Just like our Saviour, for the sins of all; 024:53,065[A ]| And for your own; for in this impious time 024:53,066[A ]| Virtue's a vice, and piety's a crime. 024:53,067[A ]| The sume of all whose faults being understood, 024:53,068[A ]| Is this, We were too bad, and you too good. 024:54,000[' ]| 024:54,000[' ]| <\On the Kings death\> 024:54,001[A ]| What means this sadness? why does every eye 024:54,002[A ]| Wallow in tears? what makes the lowring sky 024:54,003[A ]| Look clouded thus with sighs? is it because 024:54,004[A ]| The great Defender of the faith and lawes 024:54,005[A ]| Is sacrifized to the barbarous rage, 024:54,006[A ]| Of those prodigious Monsters of our age? 024:54,007[A ]| A prey to the insatiate will of those 024:54,008[A ]| That are the Kings and Kingdomes cursed foes? 024:54,009[A ]| 'Tis true ther's cause enough each eye should be 024:54,010[A ]| A Torrent, and each man a \Niobe\. 024:54,011[A ]| To see a wise, just, valiant, temperate man 024:54,012[A ]| Should leave the World, who either will or can 024:54,013[A ]| Abstain from grief? To see a Father dye, 024:54,014[A ]| And his half-self, and Orphans weeping by: 024:54,015[A ]| To see a Master dye, and leave a State 024:54,016[A ]| Unsetled, and Usurpers gape to ha't. 024:54,017[A ]| To see a King dissolve to's mother dust, 024:54,018[A ]| And leave his headless Kingdome to the lust 024:54,019[A ]| And the ambitious wills of such a rout, 024:54,020[A ]| Which work its end, to bring their own about, 024:54,021[A ]| 'Tis cause of sorrow; but to see thee slain, 024:54,022[A ]| Nay murdred too, makes us grieve ore again. 024:54,023[A ]| But to be kill'd by Servants, or by Friends, 024:54,024[A ]| This will raise such a grief as never ends. 024:54,025[A ]| And yet we find he that was all these things, 024:54,026[A ]| And more, the best of Christians and of Kings, 024:54,027[A ]| Suffer'd all this and more, whose sufferings stood 024:54,028[A ]| So much more great then these, as he more good. 024:54,029[A ]| Yet 'tis a vain thing to lament our loss; 024:54,030[A ]| Continued mourning adds but cross to cross. 024:54,031[A ]| What's pass'd can't be recall'd; our sadness may 024:54,032[A ]| Drive us to him, but can't bring him away; 024:54,033[A ]| Nor can a Kingdomes cries re-state the crown 024:54,034[A ]| Upon his head, which their sins tumbled down. 024:54,035[A ]| Rest then my soul, and be contented in 024:54,036[A ]| Thy share of sufferings, as well as sin. 024:54,037[A ]| I see no cause of wonder in all this, 024:54,038[A ]| But still expect such fruits of wickedness. 024:54,039[A ]| Kings are but Earth refin'd; and he that wears 024:54,040[A ]| A crown, but loads himself, with griefs and fears. 024:54,041[A ]| The World it*self to its first nothing tends; 024:54,042[A ]| And things that had beginnings, must have ends. 024:54,043[A ]| Those glorious lamps of Heav'n, that give us light, 024:54,044[A ]| Must at the last dissolve to darkness quite. 024:54,045[A ]| If the Caelestial Architectures go 024:54,046[A ]| To Dissolution, so must earthy too. 024:54,047[A ]| If ruine seize on the vast frame of nature, 024:54,048[A ]| The little World must imitate the greater. 024:54,049[A ]| I'l put no trust in wealth, for I do see 024:54,050[A ]| Fate can take me from it, or it from me. 024:54,051[A ]| Trust not in honour, 'tis but peoples cry, 024:54,052[A ]| Who'll soon throw down what ere they mounted high. 024:54,053[A ]| Nor trust in friends; he that's now hedg'd about, 024:54,054[A ]| In time of need can hardly find one out. 024:54,055[A ]| Nor yet in strength or power; for sin will be 024:54,056[A ]| The desolation of my strength in me. 024:54,057[A ]| Nor yet in crownes and Kingdomes; who has all, 024:54,058[A ]| 's expos'd to a heavy though a royall fall. 024:54,059[A ]| Nor yet in wisdom, pollicy, or wit; 024:54,060[A ]| It cannot keep me harmeless, or I it. 024:54,061[A ]| He that had all man could attain unto, 024:54,062[A ]| He that did all that wit or power could do, 024:54,063[A ]| Or grace or vertue prompt, could not avoid 024:54,064[A ]| That sad and heavy load our sins have laid 024:54,065[A ]| Upon his innocent and sacred Heart, but must 024:54,066[A ]| Submit his person to bold Rebells lust, 024:54,067[A ]| And their insatiate rage, who did condemn 024:54,068[A ]| And kill him, while he pray'd and dy'd for them. 024:54,069[A ]| Our only trust is in the King of Kings, 024:54,070[A ]| To wait with patience the event of things; 024:54,071[A ]| He that permits the Fathers tumbling down, 024:54,072[A ]| Can raise, and will, the Son up to the crown. 024:54,073[A ]| He that permits those traytors impious hands 024:54,074[A ]| To murther his anoynted, and his Lands 024:54,075[A ]| To be usurp'd, can when he sees it fit, 024:54,076[A ]| Destroy those Monsters which he did permit; 024:54,077[A ]| And by their headlong and unpitied fall, 024:54,078[A ]| Make the Realms Nuptial of their funerall. 024:54,079[A ]| Mean*time that sainted Martyr from his throne, 024:54,080[A ]| Sees how these laugh, and his good subjects groan; 024:54,081[A ]| And hugs his blessed change, whereby he is 024:54,082[A ]| Rob'd int'a crown, and murther'd into bliss. 024:55,000[' ]| 024:55,000[' ]| <\A funeral Elegy on Mr%*\Aubrey> 024:55,001[A ]| Gon are those Halcyon dayes, when men did dare 024:55,002[A ]| Do good, for love undrawn by gain or fear; 024:55,003[A ]| Gon are our Heroes whose vast souls did hate 024:55,004[A ]| Vice, though't were cloath'd in sanctity or state; 024:55,005[A ]| Gon is our \Awbrey\ who did then take's time 024:55,006[A ]| To dye, when worthy men thought life a crime. 024:55,007[A ]| One whose pure soul with nobleness was fill'd, 024:55,008[A ]| And scorn'd to live when peace and truth were kill'd. 024:55,009[A ]| One, who was worthy by descent and birth, 024:55,010[A ]| Yet would not live a burthen on the earth, 024:55,011[A ]| Nor draw his honour from his grandsires name, 024:55,012[A ]| Unless his progeny might do the same. 024:55,013[A ]| No guilded \Mammon\, yet had enough to spend, 024:55,014[A ]| To feed the poor, and entertain his friend. 024:55,015[A ]| No gaping Miser whose desire was more 024:55,016[A ]| T'enrich himself, by making's neighbour poor, 024:55,017[A ]| Then to lay out himself, his wealth and health, 024:55,018[A ]| To buy his Countries good and Common-wealth. 024:55,019[A ]| Religion was his great delight and joy, 024:55,020[A ]| Not as 'tis now to plunder and destroy; 024:55,021[A ]| He lean'd on those two pillars faith and reason, 024:55,022[A ]| Not false Hypocrisy, nor headlong treason. 024:55,023[A ]| His piety was with him bred and grown; 024:55,024[A ]| He'ld build ten Churches, e're he'ld pull down one. 024:55,025[A ]| Constant to's principles; and though the times 024:55,026[A ]| Made his worth sin, and his pure vertues crimes, 024:55,027[A ]| He stood unmov'd spite of all troubles hurl'd, 024:55,028[A ]| And durst support but not turn with the World. 024:55,029[A ]| Call'd to the Magistracy, he appear'd 024:55,030[A ]| One that desir'd more to be lov'd then fear'd; 024:55,031[A ]| Justice and Mercy in him mingled so, 024:55,032[A ]| That this flew not too high, nor that too low: 024:55,033[A ]| His mind could not be carved worse or better, 024:55,034[A ]| By mean mens flattery, nor by great mens letter: 024:55,035[A ]| Nor sway'd by Bribes, though profer'd in the dark, 024:55,036[A ]| He scorn'd to be half Justice and half Clerk; 024:55,037[A ]| But all his distributions ev'nly ran, 024:55,038[A ]| Both to the Pesant and the Gentleman. 024:55,039[A ]| He did what nature had design'd him to 024:55,040[A ]| In his due time, while he had strength to do. 024:55,041[A ]| And when decay and age did once draw nigh, 024:55,042[A ]| He'd nothing left to do but only dye. 024:55,043[A ]| And when he felt his strength and youth decline, 024:55,044[A ]| His bodies losse strengthen'd his souls design: 024:55,045[A ]| And as the one did by degrees decay, 024:55,046[A ]| T'other ran swifter up the milky way. 024:55,047[A ]| Freed from those sicknesses that are the pages 024:55,048[A ]| Attending Natures sad decay and ages, 024:55,049[A ]| His spotless soul did from his body fly, 024:55,050[A ]| And hover in the heav'nly Galaxy, 024:55,051[A ]| Whence he looks down, and lets the living see, 024:55,052[A ]| What he was once, and what we ought to be. 024:56,000[' ]| 024:56,000[' ]| <\Upon the death of that Reverend and\> 024:56,000[' ]| <\learned Divine, Mr%*\Josias*Shute> 024:56,001[A ]| Tush, tush! he is not dead; I lately spide 024:56,002[A ]| One smile at's first-born Sons birth; and a bride 024:56,003[A ]| Into her heart did entertain delight 024:56,004[A ]| At the approach of her wish'd wedding night. 024:56,005[A ]| All which delights (if he were dead) would turn 024:56,006[A ]| To griefe; yea mirth it*self be forc'd to mourn. 024:56,007[A ]| Inspired Poets would forget to laugh, 024:56,008[A ]| And write at once his and Mirths Epitaph. 024:56,009[A ]| Sighs would engross our breath, there would appear 024:56,010[A ]| Anthems of joy, lymbeck'd into a tear: 024:56,011[A ]| Each face would be his death-bed; in each eye 024:56,012[A ]| 'Twere easie then to read his Elegy; 024:56,013[A ]| Each soul would be close mourner, each tongue tell 024:56,014[A ]| Stories prick'd out to th'tune o'th' passing bell; 024:56,015[A ]| The World redrown'd in tears, each heart would be 024:56,016[A ]| A marble stone, each stone a \Niobe\. 024:56,017[A ]| But he alas is gone, nor do we know 024:56,018[A ]| To pay for loss of him deserving wo; 024:56,019[A ]| Like Bankrupts in our grief, because we may 024:56,020[A ]| Not halfe we owe him, give, we'l nothing pay. 024:56,021[A ]| For should our tears like the Ocean issue forth, 024:56,022[A ]| They could not swell adaequate to his worth: 024:56,023[A ]| So far his worth's above our knowledge that 024:56,024[A ]| We only know we've lost, we know not what. 024:56,025[A ]| The mourning Heaven, beholding such a dearth 024:56,026[A ]| Of ears, showrs rain to liquify the earth, 024:56,027[A ]| That we may see from its adulterate womb, 024:56,028[A ]| If it be possible, a second come. 024:56,029[A ]| Till then 'tis our unhappiness, we can't 024:56,030[A ]| Know what good dwelt in him, but by the want. 024:56,031[A ]| He was no whirlegig Lect'rer of the times, 024:56,032[A ]| That from a heel-block to a pulpit climes, 024:56,033[A ]| And there such stuff among their Audients break, 024:56,034[A ]| They seem to have mouth, and words, yet cannot speak. 024:56,035[A ]| Nor such as into pasquill-pulpits come 024:56,036[A ]| With thundering nonsence, but to beat the drum 024:56,037[A ]| To civill wars, whose texts and doctrines run 024:56,038[A ]| As if they were o'th' separation; 024:56,039[A ]| And by their spiritual law have marri'd been 024:56,040[A ]| Without a ring, because they were no kin. 024:56,041[A ]| Knowledg and zeal in him so sweetly met, 024:56,042[A ]| His pulpit seem'd a second \Oliver\, 024:56,043[A ]| Where from his lips he would deliver things 024:56,044[A ]| As though some Seraphin had clap'd his wings. 024:56,045[A ]| His painfull sermons were so neatly dress'd, 024:56,046[A ]| As if an Anthem were in prose express'd; 024:56,047[A ]| Divinity and Art were so united, 024:56,048[A ]| As if in him both were Hermaphrodited. 024:56,049[A ]| Oh what an ex'llent Surgeon has he been 024:56,050[A ]| To set a conscience (out of joynt by sin) 024:56,051[A ]| He at one blow could wound and heal; we all 024:56,052[A ]| Wondred to see a purge a cordial. 024:56,053[A ]| His Manna-breathing sermons often have 024:56,054[A ]| Given all our good thoughts life, our bad a grave. 024:56,055[A ]| \Satan\, and \Sin\, were never more put to't 024:56,056[A ]| Then when they met with their still-conquering \Shute\. 024:56,057[A ]| His life was the use of's doctrine; so 'twas known 024:56,058[A ]| That \Shute\, and Saint, were convertible grown: 024:56,059[A ]| He did live Sermons; the prophane were vext 024:56,060[A ]| To see his actions comments on his text. 024:56,061[A ]| So imitable his vertues did appear 024:56,062[A ]| As if each place to him a pulpit were. 024:56,063[A ]| He was himself a Synod, ours had been 024:56,064[A ]| Void (had he liv'd) or but an idle dinn. 024:56,065[A ]| His presence so divine, that Heaven might be 024:56,066[A ]| (If it were possible) more Heavenly. 024:56,067[A ]| And now we well perceive with what intent 024:56,068[A ]| Death made his soul become non-resident. 024:56,069[A ]| 'Twas to make him (such honours to him given) 024:56,070[A ]| Regis Professor to the King of Heaven. 024:56,071[A ]| By whom hee's prelated above the skies, 024:56,072[A ]| And the whole World's his See t'Episcopize; 024:56,073[A ]| So that (me*thinks) one star more doth appear 024:56,074[A ]| In our Horizon since his being there; 024:56,075[A ]| Death's grown tyrannical by imitation 024:56,076[A ]| 'Cause he was learned by a sequestration 024:56,077[A ]| He took his living; but for's benefice 024:56,078[A ]| Hee is rewarded with eternal bliss. 024:56,079[A ]| Let's all prepare to follow him, for hee's 024:56,080[A ]| But gone to Glorys school, to take degrees. 024:57,000[' ]| 024:57,000[' ]| <\To the memory of Doctor*Hearn, \who\> 024:57,000[' ]| <\dyed September 15. 1644\> 024:57,001[A ]| Sad Spectacle of grief! how frail is Man! 024:57,002[A ]| Whose self's a buble, and his life a span! 024:57,003[A ]| Whose breath's like a careering shade, whose sun 024:57,004[A ]| Begins to set, when it begins to run. 024:57,005[A ]| Lo this Mans sun sets i'th' Meridian, 024:57,006[A ]| And this mans sun, speaks him the son of Man. 024:57,007[A ]| Among the rest that come to sacrifice 024:57,008[A ]| To's memory the torrents of their eyes, 024:57,009[A ]| I though a stranger, and though none of those 024:57,010[A ]| That weep in rythme, though I oft mourn in prose, 024:57,011[A ]| Sigh out some grief, and my big-belly'd eyes 024:57,012[A ]| Long for delivery at his obsequies. 024:57,013[A ]| For he that writes but truth of him, will be, 024:57,014[A ]| Though without art, slander'd with poesie. 024:57,015[A ]| And they that praise him right in prose or verse, 024:57,016[A ]| Will by the most be thought Idolaters. 024:57,017[A ]| Men are s'incredulous; and yet ther's none 024:57,018[A ]| Can write his worth in verse, but in his own. 024:57,019[A ]| He needs no other monument of fame, 024:57,020[A ]| But his own actions, to blaze out his name. 024:57,021[A ]| He was a glory to the doctors gown, 024:57,022[A ]| Help to his Friends, his County and his Town. 024:57,023[A ]| The \Atlas\ of our health, who oft did groan 024:57,024[A ]| For others sickness, ere he felt his own. 024:57,025[A ]| \Hippocrates\, and \Galen\, in his brain 024:57,026[A ]| Met as in \Gemini\; it did contain 024:57,027[A ]| A library of skill, a panoply, 024:57,028[A ]| A Magazine of ingenuity. 024:57,029[A ]| With every Art his brain so well was mated, 024:57,030[A ]| As if his fancy had been calculated 024:57,031[A ]| For that Meridian; he none would follow 024:57,032[A ]| But was in skill the Brittanish \Apollo\. 024:57,033[A ]| His Patients grow impatient, and the fears 024:57,034[A ]| Of death, lymbeck'd their bodies into tears. 024:57,035[A ]| The widdow'd Muses do lament his death; 024:57,036[A ]| Those that wrote mirth, do now retract their breath, 024:57,037[A ]| And breath their souls in sighs; each strives to be 024:57,038[A ]| No more \Thalia\, but \Melpomene\. 024:57,039[A ]| He stood a Champion in defence of health, 024:57,040[A ]| And was a terror to deaths Common-wealth. 024:57,041[A ]| His \Esculapian\ art revok'd their breath, 024:57,042[A ]| And often gave a non-suit unto death. 024:57,043[A ]| Now we've a rout, death kill'd our General, 024:57,044[A ]| Our griefs break forth, grow Epidemical. 024:57,045[A ]| Now we must lay down arms, and Captives turn 024:57,046[A ]| To death; man has no rampire but an urne. 024:57,047[A ]| In him death gets an University; 024:57,048[A ]| Happy the bodies that so nere him lye, 024:57,049[A ]| To hear his worth and wit, 'tis now no fear 024:57,050[A ]| To dye, because we meet a \Hearne\ there. 024:57,051[A ]| Earth-quakes, and Commets usher great mens fall, 024:57,052[A ]| At his we have an Earth-quake General; 024:57,053[A ]| Th'ambitious vallies do begin t'aspire, 024:57,054[A ]| And would confront the Mountains, nay be higher; 024:57,055[A ]| Inferior orbes aspire, and do disdain 024:57,056[A ]| Our \Sol\; each Bear would ride in \Charles\ his wain. 024:57,057[A ]| Our Moon's eclips'd, and th'Occidental Sun 024:57,058[A ]| Fights with old \Aries\ for his Horizon. 024:57,059[A ]| Each petty star gets horses, and would be 024:57,060[A ]| All \Sols\, and joyn to make a prodigy. 024:57,061[A ]| All things are out of course, which could not be, 024:57,062[A ]| But that we should some eminent death foresee. 024:57,063[A ]| Yet let's not think him dead who nere shall dye, 024:57,064[A ]| Till time be gulf'd in vast eternity. 024:57,065[A ]| 'Tis but his shadow that is past away; 024:57,066[A ]| While he's eclips'd in earth, another day 024:57,067[A ]| His better part shall peirce the skies, and shine 024:57,068[A ]| In glory 'bove the Heavens Chrystaline. 024:57,069[A ]| He is but freed from troubles that are hurl'd 024:57,070[A ]| Upon this smal Enchiridion of the World. 024:57,071[A ]| We could not understand him, hee's gone higher 024:57,072[A ]| To read a Lecture to an Angels Quire. 024:57,073[A ]| He is advanced up a higher story, 024:57,074[A ]| To take's degrees i'th' upper form of glory. 024:57,075[A ]| He is our Prodrome, gone before us whether 024:57,076[A ]| We all must go, though all go not together: 024:57,077[A ]| Dust will dissolve to dust, to earth; earth are all men; 024:57,078[A ]| And must all dye, none knows how, where, nor when. 024:58,000[' ]| 024:58,000[' ]| <\An Elegy on the death of his Schoolmaster.\> 024:58,000[' ]| <\Mr%*W%*H%\> 024:58,001[A ]| Must he dye thus? has an eternal sleep 024:58,002[A ]| Seiz'd on each muse that it can't sing nor weep? 024:58,003[A ]| Had he no friends? no merits? or no purse 024:58,004[A ]| To purchase mourning? or had he that curse 024:58,005[A ]| Which has the scraping worldling still frequented, 024:58,006[A ]| To live unlov'd and perish unlamented? 024:58,007[A ]| No; none of these; but in this \Atlas\ fall 024:58,008[A ]| Learning for present found its funeral. 024:58,009[A ]| Nor was't for want of grief, but scope and vent; 024:58,010[A ]| Not sullennesse, but deep astonishment; 024:58,011[A ]| Small griefs are soon wept out; but great ones come 024:58,012[A ]| With bulk, and strike the straight lamenters dumb. 024:58,013[A ]| This was the schoolmaster that did derive 024:58,014[A ]| From parts and piety's prerogative, 024:58,015[A ]| The glory of that good, but painful art; 024:58,016[A ]| Who had high learning yet an humble heart. 024:58,017[A ]| The \Drake\ of Grammer learning, whose great pain 024:58,018[A ]| Circled that globe, and made that voyage plain. 024:58,019[A ]| Time was, when th'artless paedagogue did stand 024:58,020[A ]| With his vimineous scepter in his hand, 024:58,021[A ]| Raging like \Bajazet o're the tugging fry, 024:58,022[A ]| Who though unhors'd were not of th'infantry; 024:58,023[A ]| Applying like a glister, \7hic 7haec 7hoc\, 024:58,024[A ]| Till the poor Lad's beat to a whipping block; 024:58,025[A ]| And schoold so long to know a Verb and Nown, 024:58,026[A ]| Till each had \7Propria 7maribus\ of his own: 024:58,027[A ]| As if not fit to learn \as in 7praesenti\, 024:58,028[A ]| But legally, when they were one and twenty. 024:58,029[A ]| Those few that went to th'Univers'tys then, 024:58,030[A ]| Went with deliberation, and were men 024:58,031[A ]| Nor were our Academies in those dayes 024:58,032[A ]| Fill'd with chuck-farthing Batchelours and boyes, 024:58,033[A ]| But schollers with more beard and age went hence, 024:58,034[A ]| Then our new lapwing-Lect'rers skip from thence. 024:58,035[A ]| By his industrous labour now we see 024:58,036[A ]| Boyes coated borne to th'Universitie, 024:58,037[A ]| Who suck'd in \Latine\, and did scorn to seek 024:58,038[A ]| Their scourge and top in \English\ but in \Greek\. 024:58,039[A ]| \Hebrew\ the general puzler of the old heads, 024:58,040[A ]| Which the gray dunce with pricks and comments reads, 024:58,041[A ]| And dubs himself a schoollar by it, grew 024:58,042[A ]| As natural t'him as if he'd been a Jew. 024:58,043[A ]| But above all he timely did inspire 024:58,044[A ]| His Scholars breasts with an aetherial fire. 024:58,045[A ]| And sanctify'd their early learning so, 024:58,046[A ]| That they in grace, as they in wit did grow: 024:58,047[A ]| Yet neither's grace nor learning could defend him 024:58,048[A ]| From that mortality that did attend him; 024:58,049[A ]| Nor can there now be any difference known, 024:58,050[A ]| Between his learned bones and those with none. 024:58,051[A ]| For that grand Lev'ler death hurles to one place 024:58,052[A ]| Rich, poor, wise, foolish, noble and the base. 024:58,053[A ]| This only is our comfort and defence, 024:58,054[A ]| He was not immaturely ravish'd hence. 024:58,055[A ]| But to our benefit, and to his own 024:58,056[A ]| Undying fame and honour, let alone 024:58,057[A ]| Till he had finish'd what he was to do, 024:58,058[A ]| Then naturally split himself in two. 024:58,059[A ]| And that's one cause he had so few moyst eyes, 024:58,060[A ]| He made men learned, and that made them wise, 024:58,061[A ]| And overrule their passions, since they see 024:58,062[A ]| Tears would but shew their own infirmitie. 024:58,063[A ]| And 'tis but loving madness to deplore 024:58,064[A ]| The fate of him, that shall be seen no more. 024:58,065[A ]| But only I cropt in my tender years, 024:58,066[A ]| Without a tongue, or wit, but sighs and tears; 024:58,067[A ]| And yet I come to offer what is mine, 024:58,068[A ]| An immolation to his honour'd shrine; 024:58,069[A ]| And retribute what he confer'd on me, 024:58,070[A ]| Either to's person or his memory. 024:58,071[A ]| Rest pious soul and let that happy grave 024:58,072[A ]| That is intrusted with thy Relicks have 024:58,073[A ]| This just inscription, that it holds the dust 024:58,074[A ]| Of one that was Wise, Learned, Pious, Just. 024:59,000[' ]| 024:59,000[' ]| <\An Epitaph\> 024:59,001[A ]| If beauty, birth, or friends, or vertue cou'd 024:59,002[A ]| Preserve from putrefaction flesh and blood, 024:59,003[A ]| This Lady had still liv'd; who had all those, 024:59,004[A ]| And all that Nature, Art or Grace bestowes. 024:59,005[A ]| But death regards not bad or good; 024:59,006[A ]| All that's mortal is his food. 024:59,007[A ]| Only here our comfort lyes, 024:59,008[A ]| Though death does all sorts confound, 024:59,009[A ]| Her better part surmounts the skies, 024:59,010[A ]| While her body sleeps i'th' ground. 024:59,011[A ]| Her soul returnes to God, from whom it came, 024:59,012[A ]| And her great virtues do embalme her name. 024:60,000[' ]| 024:60,000[' ]| <\An Epitaph upon Mrs%*G%\> 024:60,001[A ]| Who*ever knows or hears whose sacred bones 024:60,002[A ]| Rest here within these monumental stones, 024:60,003[A ]| How dear a mother and how sweet a wife, 024:60,004[A ]| If he has bowels, cannot for his life 024:60,005[A ]| But on her ashes must some tears distill, 024:60,006[A ]| For if men will not weep, this marble will.