022:04,000[' ]| 022:04,000[' ]| <\A Mock-song\> 022:04,001[A ]| Hang up$5$ \Mars\ 022:04,002[A ]| And his wars, 022:04,003[A ]| Give us drink, 022:04,004[A ]| We will$1$ tipple my Lads together; 022:04,005[A ]| Those are slaves, 022:04,006[A ]| Fools and knaves, 022:04,007[A ]| That$6#1$ have chink, 022:04,008[A ]| And must pay, 022:04,009[A ]| For$4$ what they say, 022:04,010[A ]| Do, or think, 022:04,011[A ]| Good fellows account for$4$ neither; 022:04,012[A ]| Be we round, be we square, 022:04,013[A ]| We are happier than they are 022:04,014[A ]| Whose dignity works their ruin, 022:04,015[A ]| He that$6#1$ well the bowl rears, 022:04,016[A ]| Can baffle his cares, 022:04,017[A ]| And a fig for$4$ death, or undoing. 022:08,000[' ]| 022:08,000[' ]| <\The Answer\> 022:08,000[' ]| <1> 022:08,001[A ]| Stay, stay, prate no$2$ more, 022:08,002[A ]| Lest thy brain, like$4$ thy purse run on$4$ the score 022:08,003[A ]| Though thou strainest it, 022:08,004[A ]| Those are Traitors in$4$ grain 022:08,005[A ]| That$6#1$ of sack do complain, 022:08,006[A ]| And rail by$4$ its own power against it. 022:08,007[A ]| Those Kingdoms and Crows which$6#1$ your poetry pities, 022:08,008[A ]| Are fain by$4$ the pride and hypocrisy of Cities, 022:08,009[A ]| And not by$4$ those brains that$6#1$ love sack and good ditties. 022:08,010[A ]| The King and his progeny had kept them from sinking, 022:08,011[A ]| Had they had no$2$ worse foes, than the Lads that$6#1$ love drinking, 022:08,012[A ]| We that$6#1$ tipple have no$2$ leisure for$4$ plotting or thinking. 022:08,000[' ]| <2> 022:08,013[A ]| He, he is an Ass 022:08,014[A ]| That$6#1$ doth throw down himself with a glass 022:08,015[A ]| Of Canary; 022:08,016[A ]| He that$6#1$ is quiet will$1$ think 022:08,017[A ]| Much the better of drink, 022:08,018[A ]| Because the cups made the camp to$9$ 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$4$ the month before July, 022:08,021[A ]| There is less fraud in$4$ plain damn me, than your sly by$4$ my truly, 022:08,022[A ]| It is 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$3$ a bowl of Canary is a whole suit of armour. 022:08,000[' ]| <3> 022:08,025[A ]| Hold, hold, not so$5#1$ fast, 022:08,026[A ]| Tipple on$5$, for$3$ there is no$2$ such haste 022:08,027[A ]| To$9$ be going; 022:08,028[A ]| We drowning may fear, 022:08,029[A ]| But your end will$1$ be there 022:08,030[A ]| Where there is neither swimming nor rowing. 022:08,031[A ]| We are Gamesters alike, and our stakes were both down boys, 022:08,032[A ]| But Fortune did favour you being her own boys, 022:08,033[A ]| And who$6#2$ would not venture a cast for$4$ a crown boys? 022:08,034[A ]| Since we wear the right colours he the worst of our foes is, 022:08,035[A ]| That$6#1$ goes to$9$ traduce us and fondly supposes 022:08,036[A ]| That$3$ \Cromwel\ is an enemy to$9$ sack and red noses. 022:08,000[' ]| <4> 022:08,037[A ]| Then, then quaff it round, 022:08,038[A ]| No$2$ deceit in$4$ a brimmer is found, 022:08,039[A ]| Here is no$2$ 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$9$ ballad or flatter 022:08,044[A ]| Or rail, and your betters will$1$ froth to$9$ bespatter, 022:08,045[A ]| And your talk is 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$9$ do what our Rulers require us, 022:08,048[A ]| And attempt such exploits as the world shall admire us. 022:12,000[' ]| 022:12,000[' ]| <\The Companion\> 022:12,000[' ]| <1> 022:12,001[A ]| What need we take care for$4$ \Platonical\ rules? 022:12,002[A ]| Or the precepts of \Aristotle\? 022:12,003[A ]| They that$6#1$ think to$9$ find learning in$4$ books are but fools, 022:12,004[A ]| True Philosophy lies in$4$ the bottle. 022:12,005[A ]| And a mind 022:12,006[A ]| That$6#1$ is confined 022:12,007[A ]| To$4$ the mode of the schools, 022:12,008[A ]| Never 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$6#1$ are wiser, 022:12,014[A ]| Do abhor all 022:12,015[A ]| That$6#1$ is moral 022:12,016[A ]| In$4$ \Plato\ 022:12,017[A ]| And \Cato\ 022:12,018[A ]| And \Seneca\ talks like$4$ a Sizer. 022:12,000[' ]| <\Chorus\> 022:12,019[A ]| Then let full bowls on$4$ bowls be hurled, 022:12,020[A ]| That$3$ our jollity may be completer, 022:12,021[A ]| For$3$ Man though he be but a very little world, 022:12,022[A ]| Must be drowned, as well as the greater. 022:12,000[' ]| <2> 022:12,023[A ]| We will$1$ drink till our cheeks are as starred as the skies, 022:12,024[A ]| Let the pale-coloured students flout us, 022:12,025[A ]| And our noses, like$4$ Comets, set fire on$4$ 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$4$ our features, 022:12,040[A ]| He will$1$ find nothing but Claret in$4$ mine. 022:12,000[' ]| <\Chorus\> 022:12,041[A ]| Then let full bowls, etc. 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 would only study how to$9$ thrive, 022:16,003[A ]| That$3$ having got a mighty mass, 022:16,004[A ]| I might bribe the fates to$9$ let me pass. 022:16,005[A ]| But since we can not prolong our years, 022:16,006[A ]| Why spend we time in$4$ needless sighs and tears? 022:16,007[A ]| For$3$ since Destiny 022:16,008[A ]| Has decreed us to$9$ die, 022:16,009[A ]| And all must pass over the old ferry, 022:16,010[A ]| Hang riches and cares, 022:16,011[A ]| Since we have not many years, 022:16,012[A ]| We will$1$ 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$4$ what we do below: 022:16,017[A ]| But men with equal swiftness run 022:16,018[A ]| To$9$ prey on$4$ others, or be preyed upon$5$, 022:16,019[A ]| Since we can take no$2$ course, 022:16,020[A ]| To$9$ be better or worse, 022:16,021[A ]| Let none be a melancholy thinker; 022:16,022[A ]| Let the Times the round go, 022:16,023[A ]| So$3$ the cups do so$5#2$ too, 022:16,024[A ]| Never blush at the name of a Drinker. 022:20,000[' ]| 022:20,000[' ]| <\The Leveller\> 022:20,000[' ]| <1> 022:20,001[A ]| Nay prithee do not fly me, 022:20,002[A ]| But sit thee down by$4$ me, 022:20,003[A ]| I can not endure 022:20,004[A ]| A man that$6#1$ is demure. 022:20,005[A ]| Go hang up$5$ 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 finicking words, 022:20,010[A ]| With the compliments you bring 022:20,011[A ]| That$6#1$ do spell NOTHING, 022:20,012[A ]| You may keep for$4$ the chains and the furs, 022:20,013[A ]| For$3$ at the beginning was no$2$ Peasant or Prince, 022:20,014[A ]| And it was policy made the distinction since. 022:20,000[' ]| <2> 022:20,015[A ]| Those Title of honours 022:20,016[A ]| Do remain in$4$ the Donors, 022:20,017[A ]| And not in$4$ that$6#2$ thing, 022:20,018[A ]| To$4$ which$6#1$ they do cling, 022:20,019[A ]| If his soul be too narrow to$9$ wear them; 022:20,020[A ]| No$2$ delight can I see 022:20,021[A ]| In$4$ that$6#2$ word called 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$6#1$ with titles doth swell 022:20,025[A ]| And sounds like$4$ a spell, 022:20,026[A ]| To$9$ affright mortal ears that$6#1$ hear them. 022:20,027[A ]| He that$6#1$ 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 dote on$5$, 022:20,030[A ]| One with a fool's coat on$5$? 022:20,031[A ]| Whose Coffers are crammed, 022:20,032[A ]| But yet he will$1$ be damned 022:20,033[A ]| Before he will$1$ do a good act or a wise one? 022:20,034[A ]| What Reason has he 022:20,035[A ]| To$9$ be ruler over me? 022:20,036[A ]| That$6#1$ is a Lord in$4$ his chest, 022:20,037[A ]| But in$4$ his head and his breast 022:20,038[A ]| Is empty and bare, 022:20,039[A ]| Or but puffed up$5$ with air, 022:20,040[A ]| And can neither assist nor advise one. 022:20,041[A ]| Honour is but air, and proud flesh but dust is, 022:20,042[A ]| It is 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$9$ be greater and higher, 022:20,047[A ]| Than the rest of their fellows and brothers, 022:20,048[A ]| He that$6#1$ has such a spirit, 022:20,049[A ]| Let him gain it by$4$ his merit, 022:20,050[A ]| Spend his brain, wealth, or blood 022:20,051[A ]| For$4$ his Country's good, 022:20,052[A ]| And make himself fit 022:20,053[A ]| By$4$ his valour or wit, 022:20,054[A ]| For$4$ things above the reach of all others. 022:20,055[A ]| For$3$ honour is a prize, and who$6#1$ wins it may wear it, 022:20,056[A ]| If not, it is a badge and a burthen to$9$ bear it. 022:20,000[' ]| <5> 022:20,057[A ]| For$4$ my part let me 022:20,058[A ]| Be but quiet and free, 022:20,059[A ]| I will$1$ drink sack and obey, 022:20,060[A ]| And let great ones sway, 022:20,061[A ]| Who$6#1$ spend their whole time in$4$ thinking, 022:20,062[A ]| I will$1$ never busy my pate 022:20,063[A ]| With secrets of State, 022:20,064[A ]| The news books I will$1$ burn all, 022:20,065[A ]| And with the Diurnal 022:20,066[A ]| Light Tobacco, and admit 022:20,067[A ]| That$3$ they are so$5#1$ 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$6#2$ man has no$2$ worth that$6#1$ will$1$ not sometimes be mellow. 022:24,000[' ]| 022:24,000[' ]| <\The Polititian\> 022:24,000[' ]| 022:24,000[' ]| <1> 022:24,001[A ]| What madness is it for$4$ him that$6#1$ is wise 022:24,002[A ]| To$9$ be so$5#1$ much self-hating? 022:24,003[A ]| Himself and his to$9$ sacrifice, 022:24,004[A ]| By$4$ meddling still with things too high, 022:24,005[A ]| That$6#1$ do not concern but gratify, 022:24,006[A ]| His lechery of prating. 022:24,007[A ]| What is it to$4$ us who$6#1$ is in$4$ the ruling power? 022:24,008[A ]| While they protect, we are bound to$9$ obey, 022:24,009[A ]| But longer not an hour. 022:24,000[' ]| <2> 022:24,010[A ]| Nature made all alike at first, 022:24,011[A ]| But men that$6#1$ framed this fiddle 022:24,012[A ]| Of government made best and worst 022:24,013[A ]| And high and low, like$4$ various strings, 022:24,014[A ]| Each man his several ditty sings, 022:24,015[A ]| To$9$ tune this state down diddle. 022:24,016[A ]| In$4$ this grand wheel the world we are spokes made all, 022:24,017[A ]| But that$3$ 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$6#1$ by$4$ night, 022:24,020[A ]| Sits with his host of Bill-men 022:24,021[A ]| With their chalked weapons, that$6#1$ affright 022:24,022[A ]| The wondering clown that$6#1$ haps to$9$ view 022:24,023[A ]| His worship and his Gowned crew, 022:24,024[A ]| As if they sat to$9$ Kill men; 022:24,025[A ]| Speak him but fair; he will$1$ let you freely go. 022:24,026[A ]| And those that$6#1$ on$4$ the high rope dance, 022:24,027[A ]| Will$1$ do the same trick too. 022:24,000[' ]| <4> 022:24,028[A ]| I will$1$ never admire that$6#2$ fatuous fire, 022:24,029[A ]| That$6#1$ is not what it seems, 022:24,030[A ]| For$3$ those, that$6#1$ now to$4$ us seem higher, 022:24,031[A ]| Like$4$ painted bubbles blown in$4$ the air, 022:24,032[A ]| By$4$ boys seem glorious and fair, 022:24,033[A ]| It is but in$4$ boys' esteems. 022:24,034[A ]| Rule of itself is a toil and none would bear it 022:24,035[A ]| But that$3$ between pride and avarice 022:24,036[A ]| And close revenge they will$1$ 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 are fools that$6#1$ lives or states engage, 022:24,040[A ]| Let us act and juggle as others do, 022:24,041[A ]| Keep what is our own, get others too, 022:24,042[A ]| Play whiffler clown or Mayor. 022:24,043[A ]| For$3$ he that$6#1$ sticks to$4$ what his heart calls just, 022:24,044[A ]| Becomes a sacrifice and prey 022:24,045[A ]| To$4$ the prosperous whirligig's lust. 022:24,000[' ]| <6> 022:24,046[A ]| Each wise man first best loves himself, 022:24,047[A ]| Lives close, thinks and obeys, 022:24,048[A ]| Makes not his soul a slave to$4$ his pelf, 022:24,049[A ]| Nor idly squanders it away, 022:24,050[A ]| To$9$ cram their maws that$6#1$ taxes lay, 022:24,051[A ]| On$4$ what he does, or says, 022:24,052[A ]| For$3$ those grand cords that$6#1$ man do twist 022:24,053[A ]| Now are not honesty and love 022:24,054[A ]| But self and interest. 022:28,000[' ]| 022:28,000[' ]| <\The Prodigal\> 022:28,000[' ]| <1> 022:28,001[A ]| Nay persuade not, I have swore 022:28,002[A ]| We will$1$ have one pottle more, 022:28,003[A ]| Though we run on$4$ the score, 022:28,004[A ]| And our credits do stretch for$4$ it, 022:28,005[A ]| To$4$ what end does a father, 022:28,006[A ]| Pine his body, or rather, 022:28,007[A ]| Damn his soul for$4$ to$9$ gather 022:28,008[A ]| Such store, but that$3$ he has this fetch for$4$ it, 022:28,009[A ]| That$3$ we sons should be high boys, 022:28,010[A ]| And make it all fly boys 022:28,011[A ]| And when he does die boys 022:28,012[A ]| Instead of a Sermon we will$1$ sing him a catch for$4$ it. 022:28,000[' ]| <2> 022:28,013[A ]| Then hang the Dull wit 022:28,014[A ]| Of that$6#2$ white-livered cit, 022:28,015[A ]| That$6#1$ goodfellows does hit 022:28,016[A ]| In$4$ teeth with a rednose, 022:28,017[A ]| May his nose look blue 022:28,018[A ]| Or any dreadfuller hue, 022:28,019[A ]| That$6#1$ may speak him untrue, 022:28,020[A ]| And disloyal unto the headnose, 022:28,021[A ]| It is the scarlet that$6#1$ graces, 022:28,022[A ]| And sets out our faces, 022:28,023[A ]| And that$6#2$ nature base is, 022:28,024[A ]| That$6#1$ esteems not a Coppernose more than 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$4$ wealth and buy ground, 022:28,028[A ]| And then leave it behind them, 022:28,029[A ]| We are straight put in$4$ black, 022:28,030[A ]| Where we mourn and drink sack, 022:28,031[A ]| And do the other knack. 022:28,032[A ]| While they sleep in$4$ their graves we never mind them, 022:28,033[A ]| Thus we scatter the store, 022:28,034[A ]| As they racked it before 022:28,035[A ]| And as for$4$ the poor, 022:28,036[A ]| We enrich them as fast as our fathers did grind them. 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 raised; 022:32,003[A ]| When we are jeered we do not repine; 022:32,004[A ]| Nor are proud when we are praised: 022:32,005[A ]| It is Sack alone can raise our souls, 022:32,006[A ]| A pin for$4$ Christening drinking-bowls. 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$4$ them that$6#1$ think: 022:32,011[A ]| Let him love that$6#1$ has a mind, 022:32,012[A ]| We to$4$ drinking are inclined. 022:32,000[' ]| <3> 022:32,013[A ]| Wit and love, are the only things 022:32,014[A ]| Which$6#1$ fill the thoughts of Kings and us; 022:32,015[A ]| Imagination makes us Kings, 022:32,016[A ]| And that$6#2$ is raised by$4$ doing thus. 022:32,017[A ]| Drink your Sack, let wit alone, 022:32,018[A ]| Wit by$4$ drinking best is shown. 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 breast or brain, 022:36,003[A ]| At this new alteration? 022:36,004[A ]| Since that$6#2$ which$6#1$ has been done is no$2$ more, 022:36,005[A ]| Than what has oft been done before, 022:36,006[A ]| And that$6#2$ which$6#1$ will$1$ be done again, 022:36,007[A ]| As long is there are ambitious men, 022:36,008[A ]| That$6#1$ strive for$4$ domination. 022:36,000[' ]| <2> 022:36,009[A ]| In$4$ this mad age there is nothing firm, 022:36,010[A ]| All things have periods and their term, 022:36,011[A ]| Their Rise and Declinations, 022:36,012[A ]| Those gaudy Nothings we admire, 022:36,013[A ]| Which$6#1$ get above, and shine like$4$ fire, 022:36,014[A ]| Are empty vapours, raised from the ground, 022:36,015[A ]| Whose mock-shine past, they quickly down 022:36,016[A ]| Must fall like$4$ Exhalations. 022:36,000[' ]| <3> 022:36,017[A ]| But still we Commons must be made 022:36,018[A ]| A galled, a lame, thin, hackney jade, 022:36,019[A ]| And all by$4$ turns will$1$ ride us, 022:36,020[A ]| This side and that$6#2$, no$2$ matter which$2$, 022:36,021[A ]| For$3$ both do ride with spur and switch, 022:36,022[A ]| Till we are tired, and then at last, 022:36,023[A ]| We stumble, and our riders cast, 022:36,024[A ]| Because they would not feed nor guide us. 022:36,000[' ]| <4> 022:36,025[A ]| The insulting Clergy quite mistook, 022:36,026[A ]| In$4$ thinking Kingdoms past by$4$ book, 022:36,027[A ]| Or Crowns were got by$4$ prating; 022:36,028[A ]| It is not the blackcoat, but the red 022:36,029[A ]| Has power to$9$ 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 Bandoliers 022:36,032[A ]| Have power of Legislating. 022:36,000[' ]| <5> 022:36,033[A ]| The Lawyers must lay by$5$ their book, 022:36,034[A ]| And study \Lambert\ more than \Cook\, 022:36,035[A ]| The sword is the learnedst pleader, 022:36,036[A ]| Reports and judgments will$1$ not do it, 022:36,037[A ]| But it is Dragoons, and Horse and foot, 022:36,038[A ]| Words are but wind, but blows come home, 022:36,039[A ]| A stout tongued Lawyer is but a Mome, 022:36,040[A ]| Compared to$4$ 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$5$ Kings, 022:36,043[A ]| All laws are in$4$ their bosom; 022:36,044[A ]| That$6#2$ side is always right that$6#1$ is strong, 022:36,045[A ]| And that$6#2$ that$6#1$ is beaten must be wrong, 022:36,046[A ]| And he that$6#1$ thinks it is not so$5#2$, 022:36,047[A ]| Unless he is sure to$9$ beat them too, 022:36,048[A ]| Is but a fool to$9$ oppose them. 022:36,000[' ]| <7> 022:36,049[A ]| Let them impose taxes or rates, 022:36,050[A ]| It is but on$4$ those that$6#1$ have estates, 022:36,051[A ]| Not such as I and thou are, 022:36,052[A ]| But it concerns those worldlings, which$6#1$ 022:36,053[A ]| Are left, or made, or else grow rich, 022:36,054[A ]| Such as have studied all their days, 022:36,055[A ]| The saving and the thriving ways, 022:36,056[A ]| To$9$ 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 will$1$ never be troubled much thereat, 022:36,059[A ]| Let each man take his opinion, 022:36,060[A ]| If we do not like$1$ the Church you know, 022:36,061[A ]| Taverns are free and there we go, 022:36,062[A ]| And if everyone would be 022:36,063[A ]| As clearly unconcerned as we, 022:36,064[A ]| They would never fight for$4$ Dominion. 022:40,000[' ]| 022:40,000[' ]| <\On the Kings returne\> 022:40,000[' ]| <1> 022:40,001[A ]| Long have we waited for$4$ a happy End 022:40,002[A ]| Of all our miseries and strife; 022:40,003[A ]| But still in$4$ vain; the Swordmen did intend, 022:40,004[A ]| To$9$ make them hold for$4$ term of Life, 022:40,005[A ]| That$3$ our distempers might be made, 022:40,006[A ]| Their everlasting livelihood and trade. 022:40,000[' ]| <2> 022:40,007[A ]| They entail their Swords and Guns, 022:40,008[A ]| And pay, which$6#1$ wounded more, 022:40,009[A ]| Upon$4$ their Daughters and their Sons, 022:40,010[A ]| Thereby to$9$ 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 invade, 022:40,013[A ]| To$9$ make our taxes, and our slavery last, 022:40,014[A ]| Both to$4$ their titles, and their trade. 022:40,000[' ]| <4> 022:40,015[A ]| But now we are redeemed from all, 022:40,016[A ]| By$4$ our Indulgent King; 022:40,017[A ]| Whose coming does prevent our fall, 022:40,018[A ]| With loyal and with joyful hearts we will$1$ 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 have seen 022:40,022[A ]| Have brought forth what is gay and green. 022:40,023[A ]| But none is like$4$ this glorious day 022:40,024[A ]| Which$6#1$ brings forth our Gracious King. 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 itself, 023:01,002[A ]| That$6#1$ makes men adore it; but it is for$4$ its power: 023:01,003[A ]| For$3$ no$2$ man does dote upon$4$ pelf, because pelf, 023:01,004[A ]| But all court the Lady in$4$ hopes of her Dower. 023:01,005[A ]| The wonders that$6#1$ now in$4$ our days we behold, 023:01,006[A ]| Done by$4$ the irresistible power of Gold, 023:01,007[A ]| Our Love, and our Zeal, and Allegiance do mould. 023:01,000[' ]| <2> 023:01,008[A ]| This purchaseth Kingdoms, Kings, Sceptres, and Crowns, 023:01,009[A ]| Wins Battles, and conquers the Conquerors bold; 023:01,010[A ]| Takes Bulwarks, and Castles, and Armies, and Towns, 023:01,011[A ]| Our prime Laws are written in$4$ letters of Gold. 023:01,012[A ]| It is this that$6#1$ our Parliaments calls, and creates, 023:01,013[A ]| Turns Kings into Keepers, and Kingdoms to$4$ 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 they are, 023:01,016[A ]| This makes the great felons the lesser condemn: 023:01,017[A ]| Sets those on$4$ the bench that$6#1$ should stand at the bar, 023:01,018[A ]| Who$6#1$ judge such as by$4$ right ought to$9$ execute them: 023:01,019[A ]| Give the boisterous Clown his insufferable pride, 023:01,020[A ]| Makes Beggars, and fools, and Usurpers to$9$ ride, 023:01,021[A ]| While ruined proprietors run by$4$ 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 Cross and the fiddle it is all the same thing. 023:01,025[A ]| This still is the Queen whoever the King be. 023:01,026[A ]| This lines men's Religion, builds doctrines and truth, 023:01,027[A ]| With zeal, and the spirit, the factious endeweth, 023:01,028[A ]| To$9$ club with St%*Katherine or sweet sister \Ruth\. 023:01,000[' ]| <5> 023:01,029[A ]| This made our black Senate to$9$ sit still so$5#1$ long, 023:01,030[A ]| To$9$ make themselves rich by$4$ making us poor; 023:01,031[A ]| This made our bold Army so$5#1$ daring, and strong, 023:01,032[A ]| And that$6#2$ made them drive them like$4$ Geese out of door. 023:01,033[A ]| It was this made the Covenant-makers to$9$ make it, 023:01,034[A ]| And this made our Levites to$9$ make us to$9$ take it, 023:01,035[A ]| And this made both makers and takers forsake it. 023:01,000[' ]| <6> 023:01,036[A ]| This spawned the dunghill crew of Committees and 'Strators, 023:01,037[A ]| Who$6#1$ lived by$4$ picking their Parliament's Gums, 023:01,038[A ]| This made and then prospered Rebels and Traitors, 023:01,039[A ]| And made Gentry of those that$6#1$ were the Nation's scums. 023:01,040[A ]| This Herald gives arms, not for$4$ merit but store, 023:01,041[A ]| Gives Coats unto such, as did sell coats before, 023:01,042[A ]| If their pockets be lined but with Argent and Ore. 023:01,000[' ]| <7> 023:01,043[A ]| It is this makes the Lawyer give judgment and plead, 023:01,044[A ]| On$4$ this side, or that$6#2$ side, on$4$ both sides or neither, 023:01,045[A ]| This makes Yeomen Clerks, that$6#1$ 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 blue-lecturer pray, preach, and prate 023:01,048[A ]| Without reason or truth against King, church or State, 023:01,049[A ]| To$9$ show the thin lining of his twice-covered pate. 023:01,000[' ]| <8> 023:01,050[A ]| It is this that$6#1$ makes Earls, Lords, Knights, and Esquires, 023:01,051[A ]| Without breeding, descent, wit, learning or merit; 023:01,052[A ]| Makes Ropers and Ale-drapers Sheriffs of Shires, 023:01,053[A ]| Whose trade is not so$5#1$ low nor so$5#1$ base as their spirit: 023:01,054[A ]| This Justices makes, and wise ones we know, 023:01,055[A ]| Furred Aldermen likewise, and Mayors also, 023:01,056[A ]| Makes the old wife to$9$ trot, and makes the Mare go. 023:01,000[' ]| <9> 023:01,057[A ]| This makes the blue aprons write themselves worshipful, 023:01,058[A ]| And for$4$ this we stand bare and before them do fall; 023:01,059[A ]| They leave their young Heirs well fleeced with wool, 023:01,060[A ]| Whom we are to$9$ call Squires, and they are to$9$ pay all, 023:01,061[A ]| Who$6#1$ with beggarly souls, though their bodies are gaudy, 023:01,062[A ]| Court the pale Chambermaid and nickname her a Lady, 023:01,063[A ]| And for$4$ want of discourse they do swear and talk bawdy. 023:01,000[' ]| <10> 023:01,064[A ]| For$3$ money men's lives may be purchased and sold, 023:01,065[A ]| It is money breaks laws and that$6#1$ mends them again; 023:01,066[A ]| Men venture their quiet and safety for$4$ gold, 023:01,067[A ]| When they will$1$ not stir a foot their rights to$9$ maintain. 023:01,068[A ]| This Doctors createth of Dunces, and those, 023:01,069[A ]| Commanders that$6#1$ use to$9$ 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, it is the centre of love, 023:01,072[A ]| It draws on$5$ the man and it pricks up$5$ the woman; 023:01,073[A ]| Birth, virtue, and parts, no$2$ affection can move, 023:01,074[A ]| While this makes Lords bow to$4$ the brat of a Broom-man. 023:01,075[A ]| Gives virtue, and beauty to$4$ the lass that$6#1$ you woo, 023:01,076[A ]| Makes women of all sorts and ages to$9$ do; 023:01,077[A ]| It is the soul of the world, and the worldling too. 023:01,000[' ]| <12> 023:01,078[A ]| This horses procures you, and hawks, hounds and hares, 023:01,079[A ]| It is 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$5#1$ coming and yielding; 023:01,082[A ]| This buys us good sack, which$6#1$ 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$6#1$ do sing. 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$6#1$ for$4$ Parliament members do stand 023:06,002[A ]| For$4$ Country, Borough or City, 023:06,003[A ]| Listen now to$4$ my song, which$6#1$ is doleful for$8$ and 023:06,004[A ]| A lamentable ditty. 023:06,000[' ]| <2> 023:06,005[A ]| For$3$ you must take notice that$3$ there was a Dog, 023:06,006[A ]| Nay a Mastiff dog (do you see) 023:06,007[A ]| And if this great dog were tied to$4$ a great clog, 023:06,008[A ]| It had been full happy for$4$ we. 023:06,000[' ]| <3> 023:06,009[A ]| And eke there was a great Colonel stout, 023:06,010[A ]| That$6#1$ had been in$4$ many a slaughter, 023:06,011[A ]| But this Mastiff to$9$ 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$1$ you still plot? 023:06,014[A ]| It will$1$ bring you to$4$ hanging you know; 023:06,015[A ]| For$3$ if this dog had done what he did not, 023:06,016[A ]| How had he been used to$9$ trow! 023:06,000[' ]| <5> 023:06,017[A ]| But happy was it for$4$ sweet \Westminster\ 023:06,018[A ]| When they went to$9$ make their choice; 023:06,019[A ]| That$3$ this plot was found out, for$3$ why should this cur 023:06,020[A ]| In$4$ Election have any voice? 023:06,000[' ]| <6> 023:06,021[A ]| For$3$ 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 qualified 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 Commander's Mare, 023:06,027[A ]| O what a strange battle had there been fought, 023:06,028[A ]| Had they gone to$9$ fight dog, fight bear. 023:06,000[' ]| <8> 023:06,029[A ]| This dog was a Leveller in$4$ his heart, 023:06,030[A ]| Or some Tub-preaching Cur, 023:06,031[A ]| For$4$ honour or greatness he cared not a fart, 023:06,032[A ]| And loved neither Lord nor Sir. 023:06,000[' ]| <9> 023:06,033[A ]| For$3$ when the Commander was mounted on$4$ high, 023:06,034[A ]| And got above many a brother, 023:06,035[A ]| It angered this dog at the guts verily, 023:06,036[A ]| To$9$ 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$4$ the tooth, 023:06,040[A ]| As mistook a horse for$4$ a bull. 023:06,000[' ]| <11> 023:06,041[A ]| But this plot was discovered in$4$ very good time, 023:06,042[A ]| And strangely, as you may perceive, 023:06,043[A ]| For$3$ 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$3$ they were parted without any harm, 023:06,046[A ]| That$6#1$ now anybody seeth, 023:06,047[A ]| For$3$ it seems this dog that$6#1$ made all this alarm, 023:06,048[A ]| Did but only show his teeth. 023:06,000[' ]| <13> 023:06,049[A ]| So$3$ this Cavalier cur was beaten full sore, 023:06,050[A ]| And had many a knock on$4$ the pate, 023:06,051[A ]| But they served him aright if they had beat him more 023:06,052[A ]| For$4$ meddling with matters of State. 023:06,000[' ]| <14> 023:06,053[A ]| Now heaven look down on$4$ 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$6#1$ is not able to$9$ 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$3$ if they be suffered to$9$ be in$4$ the State, 023:06,060[A ]| They will$1$ conspire against horse and man. 023:09,000[' ]| 023:09,000[' ]| <\The Saints Encouragement\> 023:09,000[' ]| 023:09,000[' ]| <1> 023:09,001[A ]| Fight on$5$ brave Soldiers for$4$ the cause, 023:09,002[A ]| Fear not the Cavaliers; 023:09,003[A ]| Their threatenings are as senseless, as 023:09,004[A ]| Our Jealousies and fears. 023:09,005[A ]| It is 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 ]| It is for$4$ Religion that$3$ you fight, 023:09,010[A ]| And for$4$ the Kingdom's good, 023:09,011[A ]| By$4$ robbing Churches, plundering men, 023:09,012[A ]| And shedding guiltless 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 have bankrupt made like$4$ 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 have beggared all the Land, 023:09,022[A ]| And sent our Trunks away, 023:09,023[A ]| We will$1$ make him then a glorious Prince, 023:09,024[A ]| The clean contrary way. 023:09,000[' ]| <4> 023:09,025[A ]| It is to$9$ preserve his Majesty, 023:09,026[A ]| That$3$ 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$4$ it, 023:09,030[A ]| Our Declaration say 023:09,031[A ]| Who$6#1$ fight for$4$ us, fight for$4$ 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 obtained, 023:09,036[A ]| The like$0$ never seen before. 023:09,037[A ]| How often we Prince*Rupert killed, 023:09,038[A ]| And bravely won the day, 023:09,039[A ]| The wicked Cavaliers 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 Kingdom's peace, and plenty; 023:09,043[A ]| The privilege of Parliament 023:09,044[A ]| Not known to$4$ one of twenty: 023:09,045[A ]| The ancient Fundamental Laws; 023:09,046[A ]| And teach men to$9$ obey 023:09,047[A ]| Their Lawful Sovereign, 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$4$ prisonment and plunder, 023:09,051[A ]| And do enrich ourselves and state 023:09,052[A ]| By$4$ keeping the wicked under. 023:09,053[A ]| We must preserve Mechanics now, 023:09,054[A ]| To$9$ Lecturize and pray; 023:09,055[A ]| By$4$ them the Gospel is advanced, 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$4$ that$6#2$ malignant crew; 023:09,059[A ]| He will$1$ find us honest, and at last, 023:09,060[A ]| Give all of us our due, 023:09,061[A ]| For$3$ we do wisely plot, and plot 023:09,062[A ]| Rebellion to$9$ destroy, 023:09,063[A ]| He sees we stand for$4$ peace and truth, 023:09,064[A ]| The clean contrary way. 023:09,000[' ]| <9> 023:09,065[A ]| The public 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$6#1$ stay, 023:09,068[A ]| Only for$4$ 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$1$ bear us up$5$ to$4$ heaven, 023:09,072[A ]| The clean contrary way. 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$6#1$ will$1$ not write Ballads, and sing them too, 023:13,004[A ]| Has neither Wit nor Spleen. 023:13,005[A ]| For$3$ a man may be furnished with so$5#1$ much matter, 023:13,006[A ]| That$3$ he need not lie, or rail, or flatter, 023:13,007[A ]| It will$1$ run from his tongue as easy as water, 023:13,008[A ]| And as swiftly though not so$5#1$ clean. 023:13,000[' ]| <2> 023:13,009[A ]| To$9$ see how the times are twirled about, 023:13,010[A ]| Would make a dog laugh, it is true; 023:13,011[A ]| But to$9$ see those turn with them, that$6#1$ had the Rump-gout, 023:13,012[A ]| Would make a cat to$9$ spew. 023:13,013[A ]| Those Knaves that$6#1$ have lived upon$4$ sequestration, 023:13,014[A ]| And sucked the blood of the best of the Nation, 023:13,015[A ]| Are all for$4$ the King by$4$ a new translation, 023:13,016[A ]| He that$6#1$ will$1$ not believe it, is a Jew. 023:13,000[' ]| <3> 023:13,017[A ]| The poor Cavaliers, thought all was their own, 023:13,018[A ]| And now was their time to$9$ sway, 023:13,019[A ]| But friends they have few, and money they have none, 023:13,020[A ]| And so$3$ they mistook their way. 023:13,021[A ]| When they seek for$4$ preferments the Rebels do rout them 023:13,022[A ]| And having no$2$ money, they must go without them, 023:13,023[A ]| The Courtiers do carry such stomachs about them, 023:13,024[A ]| They speak no$2$ \English\ but pay. 023:13,000[' ]| <4> 023:13,025[A ]| And those very rebels that$6#1$ hated the King, 023:13,026[A ]| And no$2$ such office allow; 023:13,027[A ]| By$4$ the help of their boldness, and one other thing, 023:13,028[A ]| Are brought to$4$ the King to$9$ bow. 023:13,029[A ]| And there both pardons, and honours they have, 023:13,030[A ]| With which$6#1$ they think, they are secure and brave, 023:13,031[A ]| But the title of Knight, on$4$ the back of a Knave, 023:13,032[A ]| Is like$4$ a saddle upon$4$ a sow. 023:13,000[' ]| <5> 023:13,033[A ]| Those men are but fools as matters now stand, 023:13,034[A ]| That$6#1$ would not be Rebels and Traitors, 023:13,035[A ]| To$9$ grow rich and rant over the best of the land, 023:13,036[A ]| And tread on$4$ the poor \Cinque*Quaters\. 023:13,037[A ]| To$9$ do what they list, and none dare complain, 023:13,038[A ]| To$9$ rise from a cart and drive \Charles\ his wain, 023:13,039[A ]| And for$4$ this be made Lords and Knights in$4$ grain, 023:13,040[A ]| O it is sweet to$4$ ambitious natures. 023:13,000[' ]| <6> 023:13,041[A ]| If the times turn about it is but to$9$ comply, 023:13,042[A ]| And make a formal submission, 023:13,043[A ]| And with every new power to$9$ live and die, 023:13,044[A ]| Then they are in$4$ a safe condition. 023:13,045[A ]| For$3$ none are condemned but those that$6#1$ are dead, 023:13,046[A ]| Nor must be secured, but those that$6#1$ are fled, 023:13,047[A ]| And none but the poor rogues sequestered, 023:13,048[A ]| The great ones buy remission. 023:13,000[' ]| <7> 023:13,049[A ]| The Fortieth part of their riches will$1$ 023:13,050[A ]| Secure the other thirty nine; 023:13,051[A ]| And so$3$ they will$1$ keep above us still, 023:13,052[A ]| But hanged, we will$1$ never repine. 023:13,053[A ]| The Devil does into their natures creep, 023:13,054[A ]| That$3$ they can no$2$ more from their villainy keep, 023:13,055[A ]| Than a Wolf 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 pity, 023:13,059[A ]| And may his prosperity be like$4$ a spring, 023:13,060[A ]| And stream from him to$4$ 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 enjoy what is their own! 023:13,064[A ]| And so$3$ I conclude my ditty. 023:17,000[' ]| 023:17,000[' ]| <\Palinode\> 023:17,000[' ]| <1> 023:17,001[A ]| No$2$ more, no$2$ more of this, I vow, 023:17,002[A ]| It is time to$9$ leave this fooling now, 023:17,003[A ]| Which$6#1$ few but fools call Wit; 023:17,004[A ]| There was a time when I begun, 023:17,005[A ]| And now it is time I should have done, 023:17,006[A ]| And meddle no$2$ more with it. 023:17,007[A ]| He Physic's use doth quite mistake, 023:17,008[A ]| That$6#1$ Physic takes for$4$ Physic's 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-tide, 023:17,011[A ]| Inspired my brain and blood, 023:17,012[A ]| And make me then converse with toys, 023:17,013[A ]| Which$6#1$ are called Muses by$4$ the boys, 023:17,014[A ]| And dabble in$4$ their flood. 023:17,015[A ]| I was persuaded in$4$ those days, 023:17,016[A ]| There was no$2$ crown like$4$ love and bays. 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$5$, 023:17,019[A ]| And business checks my love; 023:17,020[A ]| What need I take a needless toil, 023:17,021[A ]| To$9$ spend my labour, time and oil, 023:17,022[A ]| Since no$2$ design can move. 023:17,023[A ]| For$3$ now the cause is taken away, 023:17,024[A ]| What reason is it the effect should stay? 023:17,000[' ]| <4> 023:17,025[A ]| It is but a folly now for$4$ me, 023:17,026[A ]| To$9$ spend my time and industry, 023:17,027[A ]| About such useless wit; 023:17,028[A ]| For$3$ when I think I have done well, 023:17,029[A ]| I see men laugh, but can not tell, 023:17,030[A ]| Where it be at me, or it. 023:17,031[A ]| Great madness it is to$9$ be a drudge, 023:17,032[A ]| When those that$6#1$ can not write dare judge. 023:17,000[' ]| <5> 023:17,033[A ]| Besides the danger that$6#1$ ensueth, 023:17,034[A ]| To$4$ him that$6#1$ speaks, or writes the truth, 023:17,035[A ]| The premium is so$5#1$ small, 023:17,036[A ]| To$9$ be called Poet and wear bays. 023:17,037[A ]| And Factor turn of Songs and Plays, 023:17,038[A ]| This is no$2$ wit at all. 023:17,039[A ]| Wit only good to$9$ sport and sing, 023:17,040[A ]| Is a needless and an endless thing. 023:17,000[' ]| <6> 023:17,041[A ]| Give me the Wit that$6#1$ can not speak sense, 023:17,042[A ]| Nor read it, but in$4$ his own defence, 023:17,043[A ]| Never learned but of his \Grannum\, 023:17,044[A ]| He that$6#1$ can buy, and sell, and cheat, 023:17,045[A ]| May quickly make a shift to$9$ 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. 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$9$ find me with a busy pate, 024:05,003[A ]| Which$6#1$ still continues and will$1$ do, 024:05,004[A ]| Till you meet me, or I meet you. 024:05,005[A ]| Then prithee come thy ways to$4$ me, 024:05,006[A ]| Or else I vow I will come to$4$ thee. 024:05,007[A ]| So$5#1$ well I love thee that$3$ I dote, 024:05,008[A ]| And make this shameless Letter show it. 024:05,009[A ]| And it is more than I can do, 024:05,010[A ]| To$9$ live in$4$ love, and business too. 024:05,011[A ]| P%*B% and G% I had the luck 024:05,012[A ]| To$9$ see, and drink a little pluck. 024:05,013[A ]| Which$6#1$ they both said, they would do again 024:05,014[A ]| But broke their words like$4$ honest men, 024:05,015[A ]| And showed themselves as errant liars, 024:05,016[A ]| As they were apprentice to$4$ the Tryers. 024:05,017[A ]| But will$1$ they ever preach truth do you think 024:05,018[A ]| Who$6#1$ are so$5#1$ false in$4$ point of drink? 024:05,019[A ]| Since that$3$ some persons got some places, 024:05,020[A ]| Deceit and lying have been graces. 024:05,021[A ]| I am also told P%*P% was here, 024:05,022[A ]| But never came at me though so$5#1$ near. 024:05,023[A ]| Which$6#1$ I do not take amiss, for$3$ I 024:05,024[A ]| Suppose his love is not wont to$9$ lie 024:05,025[A ]| On$4$ the Male Sex, but by$4$ his Vote, 024:05,026[A ]| Breeches should vail to$4$ petticoat. 024:05,027[A ]| The drink that$6#1$ came from honest \Tim\, 024:05,028[A ]| Had two ill properties, like$4$ him. 024:05,029[A ]| It was long a*coming, but alas! 024:05,030[A ]| In$4$ going swift as lightning it was. 024:05,031[A ]| There is none of it left, you may conclude, 024:05,032[A ]| By$4$ this, which$6#1$ is both flat and rude. 024:05,033[A ]| Nor drink I sack, and so$3$ this time, 024:05,034[A ]| Instead of wit you have only rhythm. 024:05,035[A ]| Wit is as scarce and wanting here 024:05,036[A ]| With us, as money with you there. 024:05,037[A ]| Our Prince of Poets, who$6#1$ once writ 024:05,038[A ]| What all admired, for$4$ art and wit, 024:05,039[A ]| Did lately stoop his Muse, and make her 024:05,040[A ]| To$9$ write a Ballad of a Quaker. 024:05,041[A ]| Which$6#1$ I have sent thee here withal, 024:05,042[A ]| To$9$ see how wits do rise and fall. 024:05,043[A ]| Just as our drink is bad or good, 024:05,044[A ]| So$3$ verse is writ, so$3$ understood. 024:05,045[A ]| But oh the money (\Tom\) the money! 024:05,046[A ]| As strong as \Sampson\, sweet as honey, 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$4$ it, I shall choke I think, 024:05,050[A ]| Before it is melted into drink! 024:05,051[A ]| Those things you will$1$ have me pray for$4$, I 024:05,052[A ]| Can not find in$4$ our Church-liturgy. 024:05,053[A ]| To$4$ you therefore I make my suit, 024:05,054[A ]| That$3$ you will$1$ set the boys to$9$ do it, 024:05,055[A ]| For$3$ I am told the Directory 024:05,056[A ]| And your new prayers made \7ex*tempore\, 024:05,057[A ]| Are all for$4$ money very fit, 024:05,058[A ]| Because they are only made for$4$ it. 024:05,059[A ]| I like$1$ thee that$6#1$ appliest thy parts, 024:05,060[A ]| To$4$ preaching and such thriving arts, 024:05,061[A ]| I prithee practise physic too, 024:05,062[A ]| For$3$ if one will$1$ not, yet both will$1$ 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 Doctor and a Priest, 024:05,066[A ]| What Lady is able to$9$ 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$2$ Religion too, 024:05,070[A ]| Yet profess all as others do. 024:05,071[A ]| While the poor Poet tugs for$4$ wit, 024:05,072[A ]| To$9$ make men laugh at him and it. 024:05,073[A ]| And nothing gets by$4$ 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$6#1$ condemn, 024:05,078[A ]| Let them write while we laugh at them. 024:05,079[A ]| A poem I have sent thee here, 024:05,080[A ]| That$6#1$ dies if thou shouldst be severe. 024:05,081[A ]| And because I have none worth sending down 024:05,082[A ]| I have bought one cost me half a crown. 024:05,083[A ]| And \Dick*Brome's\ plays which$6#1$ good must be, 024:05,084[A ]| Because they were approved by$4$ thee. 024:05,085[A ]| All which$6#1$ I hope will$1$ bring me back 024:05,086[A ]| What all so$5#1$ Love, and I so$5#1$ lack. 024:05,087[A ]| When my glass beads to$4$ \India\ come, 024:05,088[A ]| They will$1$ bring me pearls and Diamonds home. 024:05,089[A ]| And thou wilt like$4$ the powers above, 024:05,090[A ]| Return a blessing for$4$ a Dove. 024:08,000[' ]| 024:08,000[' ]| <\The Answer\> 024:08,001[A ]| Did I not know thee friend, and that$3$ this fit 024:08,002[A ]| Comes not to$9$ show 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 judgement, as of love; 024:08,005[A ]| And think my Muse, where doubly now forlorn 024:08,006[A ]| Below thy envy, yet not above thy scorn. 024:08,007[A ]| But yet I wonder why thy reason thus, 024:08,008[A ]| Which$6#1$ thou callest right, and is magnified by$4$ 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$6#2$ 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$3$ it does need, who$6#2$ would not lend a crutch? 024:08,017[A ]| We are mortal Writers, and are forced to$4$ a truce, 024:08,018[A ]| For$3$ he that$6#1$ gives, may well expect abuse. 024:08,019[A ]| \Johnson\ and \Taylor\ in$4$ their kind were both 024:08,020[A ]| Good Wits, who$6#1$ likes one need not the other loathe. 024:08,021[A ]| Wit is like$4$ beauty, nature made the \Joane\, 024:08,022[A ]| As well as the Lady. We see everyone 024:08,023[A ]| Meets with a match. Neither can I expect, 024:08,024[A ]| Thou more my muse than Mistress shouldst affect, 024:08,025[A ]| And yet I like$1$ them both, if you do not too. 024:08,026[A ]| Can not you let them alone for$4$ those that$6#1$ do? 024:08,027[A ]| Now if thou wouldst know the very reason why 024:08,028[A ]| I write so$5#1$ oft, to$9$ please myself, say I. 024:08,029[A ]| I know no$2$ more why I write more than thee, 024:08,030[A ]| Than why my father got more sons than me. 024:08,031[A ]| Nor peddling call it, for$4$ those in$4$ \Cheap\ as well, 024:08,032[A ]| As they at Fairs expose their wares to$9$ sell. 024:08,033[A ]| But I give freely mine, and though it be 024:08,034[A ]| To$4$ Fiddlers, yet it is to$4$ a company; 024:08,035[A ]| And all those gifts are well bestowed, which$6#1$ 024:08,036[A ]| At once do make us merry, and them rich. 024:08,037[A ]| If making Sonnets were so$5#1$ great a sin, 024:08,038[A ]| Repent, it was you at first did draw me in$5$. 024:08,039[A ]| And if the making one Song be not any, 024:08,040[A ]| I can not believe I sin in$4$ making many. 024:08,041[A ]| But oh! the themes displease you, you repine 024:08,042[A ]| Because I throw down women, set up$5$ wine. 024:08,043[A ]| Why that$6#2$ offends you, I can see no$2$ reason, 024:08,044[A ]| Unless because I, not you, commit the treason. 024:08,045[A ]| Our judgements jump in$4$ 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 is understood, 024:08,048[A ]| I am nevertheless beloved by$4$ the truly good. 024:08,049[A ]| You would have no$2$ fancy blown upon$5$, but must 024:08,050[A ]| Have all new broached or caned to$9$ 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 is old Wits that$6#1$ will$1$ as much condemn 024:08,054[A ]| Your novelty, as you can censure them. 024:08,055[A ]| Now for$4$ those robes in$4$ which$6#1$ you will$1$ 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 knowest we have beat our heads about those things, 024:08,059[A ]| Till I had my teeth near beat out, after all 024:08,060[A ]| My toil, the worms must turn poetical. 024:08,061[A ]| He that$6#1$ courts others ears may use designs, 024:08,062[A ]| Be coy and costive; but my harmless lines, 024:08,063[A ]| If they produce a laughter are well crowned, 024:08,064[A ]| Yet though they have sought none, have acceptance found. 024:08,065[A ]| With these I sport myself and can invite 024:08,066[A ]| Myself and friends to$4$ a short and sweet delight; 024:08,067[A ]| While all our tedious toils, which$6#1$ we call plays, 024:08,068[A ]| Like$4$ the great ship, lie slugging in$4$ their bays. 024:08,069[A ]| And can no$2$ service do without great cost 024:08,070[A ]| And time, and then our time and stomach is lost. 024:08,071[A ]| But I must write no$2$ more for$4$ fear that$3$ we 024:08,072[A ]| Be like$4$ those brethren in$4$ divinity. 024:08,073[A ]| Whilst thou dost go to$9$ 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 doubtest I should bestow 024:08,076[A ]| Thy lines upon$4$ my Fiddlers, thou shalt know, 024:08,077[A ]| That$6#1$ had they been upon$4$ a business fit, 024:08,078[A ]| And were I subject equal to$4$ thy wit, 024:08,079[A ]| They had gone, and thou shouldst sing them too, and so$3$ 024:08,080[A ]| Be both the poet and the fiddler too. 024:12,000[' ]| 024:12,000[' ]| <\To C%*S% Esquire\> 024:12,001[A ]| Dear \Charles\, I am thus far come to$9$ see thy face, 024:12,002[A ]| Thy pretty face, but this unhappy place 024:12,003[A ]| Does not afford it, and I am told by$4$ some, 024:12,004[A ]| That$3$ want of Tithes, makes thee thou canst not come. 024:12,005[A ]| Why (\Charles\) art thou turned Priest? and at this time 024:12,006[A ]| When Priests themselves have made their coat a crime? 024:12,007[A ]| And tithes, which$6#1$ make men Priests, do so$5#1$ decay, 024:12,008[A ]| One other Schism will$1$ preach them quite away: 024:12,009[A ]| Thou shalt never become it well, for$3$ I do find, 024:12,010[A ]| Wit in$4$ a pulpit is quite out of kind, 024:12,011[A ]| Thou canst not stand long, nor talk much, and loud, 024:12,012[A ]| Nor thrash, nor cozen the admiring crowd, 024:12,013[A ]| And (which$6#1$ is worse) though thou hast a face, and hand, 024:12,014[A ]| A diamond ring, white glove, and clean lawn band, 024:12,015[A ]| Able to$9$ tempt an Abbess, yet, I find, 024:12,016[A ]| Thou canst not satisfy the Ladies' mind, 024:12,017[A ]| Whatever the matter is. But thou art wise, 024:12,018[A ]| And dost best know thine own infirmities. 024:12,019[A ]| Let me advise thee (\Charles\) be as thou art, 024:12,020[A ]| A Poet, so$3$ thou needst not care a ** 024:12,021[A ]| For$4$ all the turns of time: whoever did know, 024:12,022[A ]| The Muses sequestered? or who$6#2$ can show, 024:12,023[A ]| That$3$ ever wit paid taxes, or was rated? 024:12,024[A ]| \Homer\ and \Virgil\ never were decimated: 024:12,025[A ]| \Ovid\ indeed was banished, but for$4$ that$6#2$, 024:12,026[A ]| Which$6#1$, women say, you never were excellent at. 024:12,027[A ]| But (\Charles\) thou art unjusticed, I am told, 024:12,028[A ]| By$4$ one, who$6#1$ though not valiant, yet is bold. 024:12,029[A ]| And that$6#1$ thou hast unfortunately met, 024:12,030[A ]| The blinded scourge of the Western \Bajazet\, 024:12,031[A ]| Thrown from the bench like$4$ \Lucifer\, and are 024:12,032[A ]| In$4$ a fair way to$9$ be brought to$4$ the bar. 024:12,033[A ]| In$4$ the interim hang between both, as law doth name us, 024:12,034[A ]| A \billa-vera-man\, or \Ignoramus\. 024:12,035[A ]| But I can not learn wherefore it is, nor how, 024:12,036[A ]| Though I have inquired of both, perhaps nor thou, 024:12,037[A ]| Some say it is for$4$ thy valour, which$6#1$ our time 024:12,038[A ]| In$4$ a wise Magistrate, accounts a crime. 024:12,039[A ]| If it be true thou hast ill luck in$4$ this, 024:12,040[A ]| To$9$ have two virtues; and both placed amiss, 024:12,041[A ]| To$9$ thwart each other; when thou shouldst have been 024:12,042[A ]| A valiant Captain, wisdom was thy sin, 024:12,043[A ]| And so$5#1$ uncaptained thee; and now the time, 024:12,044[A ]| Calls for$4$ thy wisdom, valour is thy crime, 024:12,045[A ]| And so$5#1$ unjusticed thee; unlucky wretch! 024:12,046[A ]| Two virtues wantest, yet has too much of each! 024:12,047[A ]| Whoever composed thy mind played \Babel\-tricks, 024:12,048[A ]| Brought lime and timber, when he should bring bricks. 024:12,049[A ]| But we live in$4$ an age so$5#1$ 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 lie too; but if true, 024:12,052[A ]| It is an affliction (\Charles\) that$6#1$ is justly due, 024:12,053[A ]| To$4$ 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 advised by$4$ me, set out a book, 024:12,058[A ]| In$4$ \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$6#1$ to$4$ the Justices instruction brings, 024:12,063[A ]| Be there inserted; that$3$ the age to$9$ come, 024:12,064[A ]| (The children of such men as can get some) 024:12,065[A ]| May glorify thy memory, and be 024:12,066[A ]| Thy praise's trumpets to$4$ posterity. 024:12,067[A ]| As from one looking glass, thrown on$4$ the ground, 024:12,068[A ]| In$4$ every piece, a perfect face is found, 024:12,069[A ]| So$3$ from thy ruins, 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$9$ see 024:12,072[A ]| Thy worship, and can find nor it, nor thee, 024:12,073[A ]| Pray come to$4$ T*** bring thy beloved \Sue\, 024:12,074[A ]| My \Mat%\ and I will$1$ meet with her and you. 024:12,075[A ]| And though my \Mat is\ no$2$ Poet, you shall see, 024:12,076[A ]| She will$1$ sit and laugh with or at us, that$6#1$ be. 024:12,077[A ]| I will$1$ make thy Lady merry, and laugh until, 024:12,078[A ]| She break that$6#2$ belly, which$6#1$ thou canst not fill. 024:12,079[A ]| Meantime pray give her one prolific kiss, 024:12,080[A ]| Tell her it comes from me, and if that$6#2$ miss, 024:12,081[A ]| Give her another, and if both will$1$ not do, 024:12,082[A ]| Do that$6#2$ with three which$6#1$ can not be done by$4$ two. 024:12,083[A ]| If thou comest not, I shall have cause to$9$ curse 024:12,084[A ]| Tithes, like$4$ the laity, and it may be worse. 024:12,085[A ]| My sufferings are more, than theirs can be, 024:12,086[A ]| They will$1$ keep their tithes, but tithes keep thee from me. 024:12,087[A ]| But if thou canst not come, be sure to$9$ write, 024:12,088[A ]| Do not rob at once, my hearing and my sight. 024:12,089[A ]| If thou bringest not thy body, send thy wit, 024:12,090[A ]| For$3$ we must laugh with thee, or else at it. 024:16,000[' ]| 024:16,000[' ]| <\To a Potting Priest upon a quarrel\> 024:16,000[A ]| 024:16,001[A ]| I can not choose but wonder, Mr%*** 024:16,002[A ]| That$3$ we two wisemen, had so$5#1$ little wit, 024:16,003[A ]| As without quarrel, Jealousies, or fears, 024:16,004[A ]| Worse than the times, we two should go by$4$ the ears. 024:16,005[A ]| I marvel what inspired this valour in$4$ you, 024:16,006[A ]| Though you were weak, you had something strong within you. 024:16,007[A ]| It was not your learning, neither can I think, 024:16,008[A ]| That$3$ it was your valour, but John*D*** strong drink. 024:16,009[A ]| Love and good liquor have a strong command 024:16,010[A ]| To$9$ make cowards fight longer than they can stand. 024:16,011[A ]| I need not ask your reason, for$3$ it was gone; 024:16,012[A ]| Nor had you sense enough to$9$ feel you had none. 024:16,013[A ]| Was it to$9$ show your Mistress you could fight? 024:16,014[A ]| Living in$4$ the woods, you would be an arrant Knight? 024:16,015[A ]| That$6#2$ Lady may have cause enough to$9$ rue, 024:16,016[A ]| That$6#1$ has no$2$ better Champion than you. 024:16,017[A ]| You might have saved that$6#2$ labour, each man reads. 024:16,018[A ]| You are a wild man both in$4$ your looks and deeds. 024:16,019[A ]| By$4$ the wonders of your drinking men may see, 024:16,020[A ]| You are a Hero without Chivalry. 024:16,021[A ]| You thought a duel, would your Mistress please, 024:16,022[A ]| But proved a \Thraso\, not an \Hercules\. 024:16,023[A ]| I might have thought myself a worthy too, 024:16,024[A ]| Because I tamed a Monster, that$6#2$ is you. 024:16,025[A ]| Your Zeal (methought) was greatly kindled, 024:16,026[A ]| That$6#1$ went to$9$ make a Pulpit of my head. 024:16,027[A ]| Blame me not, though I struck, for$3$ I was vexed, 024:16,028[A ]| To$9$ be so$5#1$ basely handled, like$4$ your text, 024:16,029[A ]| With subtle sophistry, that$3$ when you missed 024:16,030[A ]| In$4$ words, you would confute me with your fist. 024:16,031[A ]| But such weak syllogisms from you ran, 024:16,032[A ]| As I could never read in$4$ \Keckerman\. 024:16,033[A ]| That$3$ brain-aspiring drink, so$5#1$ much did nip us, 024:16,034[A ]| You mistook \Aristotle\, for$4$ \Aristippus\. 024:16,035[A ]| It was this your brains with Proclamations fills, 024:16,036[A ]| And twirls them like$4$ \Don*Quixots\ watermills. 024:16,037[A ]| Your head that$6#1$ should be King, was now pulled down, 024:16,038[A ]| While that$6#2$ rebellious beer usurped your crown. 024:16,039[A ]| And your Mechanic heels gazed on$4$ the stars, 024:16,040[A ]| As if they went to$9$ turn Astronomers. 024:16,041[A ]| Your legs were altogether for$4$ Commanding, 024:16,042[A ]| And taught your foolish head more understanding. 024:16,043[A ]| Your body so$5#2$ reversed, did represent, 024:16,044[A ]| (Being forked) our bicorned Government. 024:16,045[A ]| Your wits were banished, and your brains were drowned, 024:16,046[A ]| While your Calves-head lay centred to$4$ the ground. 024:16,047[A ]| Thus being black without, within a beast, 024:16,048[A ]| I took you for$4$ a Tinker, not a Priest. 024:16,049[A ]| In$4$ your next Sermon, let your audience hear, 024:16,050[A ]| How you can preach damnation to$4$ strong beer. 024:16,051[A ]| I have returned your knife, at your demand, 024:16,052[A ]| But if I have put a sword to$4$ a madman's hand, 024:16,053[A ]| Let me advise you, when you fight again, 024:16,054[A ]| Fight with a worse, or be a better man. 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 obeyed! 024:20,002[A ]| To$4$ whose great worth, honour is not given but paid. 024:20,003[A ]| To$4$ whose great love, and knowledge we all owe, 024:20,004[A ]| All that$6#1$ we have of law, and what we know; 024:20,005[A ]| Who$6#1$ with strong reason, for$4$ the factious claws 024:20,006[A ]| Of wilful fools, redeemed our sacred laws. 024:20,007[A ]| Full twenty years have I a Servant been, 024:20,008[A ]| To$4$ this Profession, I live by$4$ and in$4$. 024:20,009[A ]| Eight years a Master, and in$4$ all this space, 024:20,010[A ]| Have nothing done that$6#1$ 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$9$ be at liberty. 024:20,015[A ]| Justice, and reason both command, that$3$ he 024:20,016[A ]| Who$6#1$ served so$5#1$ long, should at the last be free. 024:20,017[A ]| For$4$ this I served, for$4$ this our Nation fought, 024:20,018[A ]| And prayed, and paid so$5#1$ much; nor do I doubt, 024:20,019[A ]| To$9$ obtain my wish herein, could I but find, 024:20,020[A ]| Desert in$4$ me proportioned to$4$ your mind. 024:20,021[A ]| The benefit of the Clergy I desire, 024:20,022[A ]| That$3$ I may be admitted of that$6#2$ Choir, 024:20,023[A ]| Who$6#1$ their own Pleas, in$4$ their own names enrol, 024:20,024[A ]| And may perform my place without control. 024:20,025[A ]| My Lord, you have power and will$1$ to$9$ do it, and, though 024:20,026[A ]| I am not worthy, if you think me so$5#2$, 024:20,027[A ]| Your Lordship's test can constitute me that$6#2$, 024:20,028[A ]| Which$6#1$ my abilities can near reach at. 024:20,029[A ]| My comfort is, it is what you do not deny, 024:20,030[A ]| To$4$ some that$6#1$ read and write as bad as I. 024:20,031[A ]| And there is a kindness which$6#1$ belongs to$4$ such, 024:20,032[A ]| As having little worth, beg where there is much. 024:20,033[A ]| \Caesar\ that$6#2$ valiant General was adored 024:20,034[A ]| More for$4$ his liberal hand, than for$4$ his Sword. 024:20,035[A ]| And your great Archetype his Highness does 024:20,036[A ]| Derive more honour from the mouths of those, 024:20,037[A ]| Whom he hath gratified, than by$4$ the death 024:20,038[A ]| Of those his conquering sword deprived of breath. 024:20,039[A ]| Freedom is a Princely thing to$9$ give, it is that$6#2$ 024:20,040[A ]| Which$6#1$ all our laws do stand for$4$, and aim at. 024:20,041[A ]| And it will$1$ be some addition to$4$ your fame, 024:20,042[A ]| When I with tongue, and pen enlarged, proclaim, 024:20,043[A ]| Among all your Noble acts, you made a room, 024:20,044[A ]| In$4$ your great heart, for$4$ ~~ A%*B% 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 checkered lines and see, 024:24,002[A ]| How (bate the colour) like$4$ your face they be, 024:24,003[A ]| You will$1$ think this sheet to$9$ be your looking glass, 024:24,004[A ]| And all these spots, the Echoes of your face. 024:24,005[A ]| Wherein Disease and Love their field have pight, 024:24,006[A ]| To$9$ try which$6#1$ is more lovely Red, or White. 024:24,007[A ]| Like$4$ our late Soldiers, who$6#1$ more rage did show, 024:24,008[A ]| Unto the place that$6#1$ fed them, than their foe. 024:24,009[A ]| Sickness, love's Rival, envying the place, 024:24,010[A ]| Where \Cupid\ chose to$9$ pitch his tents, your face, 024:24,011[A ]| Went to$9$ write foul, but \Cupid\ made it prove, 024:24,012[A ]| Spite of his spite, the alphabet of love. 024:24,013[A ]| So$3$ as they strove, love served him in$4$ his trim, 024:24,014[A ]| For$3$ as that$6#2$ set on$4$ you, this set on$4$ him 024:24,015[A ]| And love that$6#1$ conquers all things, soon made known, 024:24,016[A ]| To$4$ him a burning, greater than his own. 024:24,017[A ]| Accursed disease! durst thou come, crawling hither 024:24,018[A ]| To$9$ separate, whom Heaven had joined together? 024:24,019[A ]| Hadst thou no$2$ time to$9$ vent thy rage, but this, 024:24,020[A ]| When swelling hopes did dawn towards their bliss? 024:24,021[A ]| In$4$ the \7interregnum\ between desires and joys. 024:24,022[A ]| The cursed Vigil of blest holy days! 024:24,023[A ]| What pity it is that$6#2$ face where love has been, 024:24,024[A ]| So$5#1$ oft, so$5#1$ proud to$9$ play so$5#1$ sweetly in$5$, 024:24,025[A ]| By$4$ this dire hand should be over-turned thus, 024:24,026[A ]| As to$9$ be made a \Campus*Martius\, 024:24,027[A ]| Wherein the angry \York\ and \Lancaster\, 024:24,028[A ]| New-vamp and do retrieve their musty stir? 024:24,029[A ]| As if the Red rose and the while would be, 024:24,030[A ]| Wherever they met, still at Antipathy; 024:24,031[A ]| A face that$6#1$ was as clear as day, as bright, 024:24,032[A ]| Should bud with stars like$4$ an enamelled night; 024:24,033[A ]| Your sickness meant to$9$ turn Astronomer, 024:24,034[A ]| Your face the Heaven, and every spot a Star. 024:24,035[A ]| Or else would write an Almanac, and raise, 024:24,036[A ]| By$4$ those red Letters, nought but holy-days. 024:24,037[A ]| Were it your Butler's face, a Man would think, 024:24,038[A ]| They had but been new boilings of the drink; 024:24,039[A ]| Or had his nose been such, one would have swore, 024:24,040[A ]| It were red with anger, because he would drink no$2$ more. 024:24,041[A ]| Or had your keeper such, he would sell it all 024:24,042[A ]| For$4$ harts-horn to$9$ make hafts of knives withal. 024:24,043[A ]| Or if your Cooks were such, how it would fit, 024:24,044[A ]| To$9$ grate your ginger, or nutmegs with it? 024:24,045[A ]| But why on$4$ your face? what was his design? 024:24,046[A ]| Was it to$9$ break the \Hymeneal\ twine, 024:24,047[A ]| That$6#1$ was half twisted? Tush! he is 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 ]| Than now to$9$ gaze on$4$ beauty's title page. 024:24,051[A ]| Or barely dwell upon$4$ the face, those toys 024:24,052[A ]| Are Oceaned in$4$ the hopes of future joys. 024:24,053[A ]| Then blush no$2$ more, but let your Mistress know, 024:24,054[A ]| They are but Love-letters written on$4$ your brow, 024:24,055[A ]| Etched by$4$ the engraver's hand, there she may see, 024:24,056[A ]| That$3$ beauty is subject to$4$ mortality. 024:24,057[A ]| How frail a thing it is, how vain to$9$ adore it, 024:24,058[A ]| What fools are they that$6#1$ love or marry for$4$ it; 024:24,059[A ]| And that$3$ this sickness which$6#1$ hath curbed you, is 024:24,060[A ]| But the sad prologue to$4$ your future bliss. 024:24,061[A ]| An Ember-week or Lent, which$6#1$ always falls, 024:24,062[A ]| As fasting-eves before your festivals. 024:24,063[A ]| It will$1$ make your prize your joy the more when it comes, 024:24,064[A ]| Ushered along by$4$ tedious Martyrdoms. 024:24,065[A ]| How acceptable is a plenteous bowl, 024:24,066[A ]| When it is caroused by$4$ a thirsty soul! 024:24,067[A ]| So$3$ have I seen the winter strip the trees, 024:24,068[A ]| To$9$ fit them for$4$ their vernal Liveries! 024:24,069[A ]| And clothe the old Earth in$4$ grey, nip everything, 024:24,070[A ]| Before it rolls itself into the spring. 024:24,071[A ]| So$3$ has black night begot a grey-eyed day, 024:24,072[A ]| So$3$ \Sol\ dost rout conspiring clouds with Ray; 024:24,073[A ]| As through this sickness does your joys come on$5$, 024:24,074[A ]| And gulf your hopes in$4$ firm fruition. 024:24,075[A ]| When your red-rose clubs with your Lady's white, 024:24,076[A ]| And as the Ancient flowers did unite, 024:24,077[A ]| Your happiness will$1$ swell, and you will$1$ prove 024:24,078[A ]| The \Gemini\ of joy, as now of Love. 024:24,079[A ]| These things I guess not by$4$ your face, I find 024:24,080[A ]| Your front is not the Index of your mind. 024:24,081[A ]| Yet by$4$ your Physiognomy, thus much is meant, 024:24,082[A ]| You are not spotless though you are innocent 024:24,083[A ]| Sir if these verses go a halting pace, 024:24,084[A ]| They stumble in$4$ the valleys of your face. 024:28,000[' ]| 024:28,000[' ]| <\To the memory of that loyal patriot Sir*I%*Cordel*Kt%\> 024:28,001[A ]| Thus fell the grace and glory of our time, 024:28,002[A ]| Who$6#1$ durst be good when goodness was a crime. 024:28,003[A ]| A Magistrate that$6#1$ 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 jostle law. 024:28,007[A ]| His soul scorned a Democracy, and would 024:28,008[A ]| No$2$ longer stay, than while the Kingdom stood; 024:28,009[A ]| And when that$6#2$ fled, his followed it, to$9$ be, 024:28,010[A ]| Joined to$4$ his King in$4$ the Hieromonarchy. 024:32,000[' ]| 024:32,000[' ]| <\Upon his Mare stoln by a Trooper\> 024:32,000[A ]| 024:32,001[A ]| Why let her go, I will$1$ vex myself no$2$ more, 024:32,002[A ]| Lest my heart break, as did my stable door. 024:32,003[A ]| It was but a Mare; if she be gone, she is gone; 024:32,004[A ]| It is not a Mare that$6#1$ I do stand upon$4$. 024:32,005[A ]| Now by$4$ this Cross I am so$5#1$ temperate grown, 024:32,006[A ]| I will$1$ bridle nature, since my mare is gone. 024:32,007[A ]| I have a little learning, and less wit, 024:32,008[A ]| That$6#2$ wealth is sure, no$2$ thief 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$5#2$, 024:32,012[A ]| For$3$ 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$9$ make those go, which$6#1$ have no$2$ feet to$9$ stand. 024:32,015[A ]| She was well skilled in$4$ writing Elegies, 024:32,016[A ]| And every mile writes, \Here my Rider lies\. 024:32,017[A ]| Now since I have never a beast to$9$ ride upon$4$, 024:32,018[A ]| Would I might never go, my verse shall run. 024:32,019[A ]| I will$1$ mount on$4$ \Pegasus\, for$3$ he is so$5#1$ poor, 024:32,020[A ]| From thief or true-man, one may ride secure. 024:32,021[A ]| I would not rack invention for$4$ a curse, 024:32,022[A ]| To$9$ plague the Thief, for$4$ fear I make him worse. 024:32,023[A ]| I would not have him hanged, for$3$ that$6#2$ would be, 024:32,024[A ]| Sufficient for$4$ the law, but not for$4$ me. 024:32,025[A ]| In$4$ charity I wish him no$2$ more pain, 024:32,026[A ]| But to$9$ restore me home my Mare again. 024:32,027[A ]| And because I would not have good customs alter, 024:32,028[A ]| I wish who$6#1$ has the Mare, may have the halter. 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$4$ me? dull scanner of the ground, 024:36,002[A ]| Was there no$2$ other pack-horse to$9$ be found, 024:36,003[A ]| To$9$ bear the weight of such a grand abuse, 024:36,004[A ]| But only I? I will$1$ wake my sleeping Muse, 024:36,005[A ]| And send her post to$4$ the black abyss of Hell 024:36,006[A ]| To$9$ fetch me curses, curses dire and fell. 024:36,007[A ]| I will$1$ mount on$4$ \Pegasus\, and make him go, 024:36,008[A ]| From Friend to$4$ Friend, as swift as thou art slow. 024:36,009[A ]| Perfidious Traitor! could thine impious hands 024:36,010[A ]| Dare to$9$ miscarry, what true love commands? 024:36,011[A ]| Had it been news, or pamphlets, or the rude 024:36,012[A ]| Inventions of the cock-brained multitude, 024:36,013[A ]| New models of Religion, or the false 024:36,014[A ]| Lie-legends which$6#1$ we here call Diurnals; 024:36,015[A ]| Had there been treason against the King or State, 024:36,016[A ]| They deserved thine, and thou hadst escaped my hate. 024:36,017[A ]| But these were embassies of souls that$6#1$ be 024:36,018[A ]| So$5#1$ pure, they dare dispute with purity. 024:36,019[A ]| That$6#1$ will$1$ not club with treason, nor betroth 024:36,020[A ]| Their souls to$4$ schism, but are estranged from both. 024:36,021[A ]| Had they been compliments or the adulterate froth 024:36,022[A ]| Of inkhorn wits, it had never incensed my wroth. 024:36,023[A ]| For$3$ it is but reason such vain toys as they are, 024:36,024[A ]| Should be dissolved to$4$ their first matter, Air. 024:36,025[A ]| Had they been merely issues of the brain, 024:36,026[A ]| And had been lost, that$6#1$ might to$4$ work again. 024:36,027[A ]| But when the heart is engaged, what pity it is 024:36,028[A ]| A child of that$6#2$ 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 wouldst have took more care. 024:36,031[A ]| Why didst thou go to$9$ stop that$6#2$ blessed Trine 024:36,032[A ]| That$6#1$ was to$9$ be between their aspects and mine? 024:36,033[A ]| Dost thou not know what good, what blest effects 024:36,034[A ]| The Land will$1$ have from such benign 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 am loth to$9$ study for$4$ some new found curse, 024:36,038[A ]| For$4$ fear I should be heard, and thou be worse. 024:36,039[A ]| First for$4$ thy horses would their teeth may be 024:36,040[A ]| Greased at each Inn, which$6#1$ 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$4$ every nail, 024:36,043[A ]| That$3$ thou mayst like$4$ \Tom%*Long\ forever go, 024:36,044[A ]| And never come where thou art assigned unto, 024:36,045[A ]| And so$3$ mayst never be trusted with a pack, 024:36,046[A ]| Unless of plagues, and may those break thy back. 024:36,047[A ]| Mayst thou never carry loyal letters more, 024:36,048[A ]| But Pocky songs betwixt a Pimp and his whore. 024:36,049[A ]| But when thou hast sweat and travelled all the day, 024:36,050[A ]| Mayst thou have neither meat, drink, bed nor pay. 024:36,051[A ]| May all the way be strewed with \Downes\ his men, 024:36,052[A ]| And thou escaping one, mayst 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$2$ more. 024:36,055[A ]| May all these plagues unite that$3$ they may be 024:36,056[A ]| As great a plague to$4$ thee, as thou to$4$ me. 024:40,000[' ]| 024:40,000[' ]| <\To his Friend Mr%*I%*W% on his\> 024:40,000[' ]| <\Translation of a Romance, called\> 024:40,000[' ]| 024:40,001[A ]| From foreign soil, He at the first did spring, 024:40,002[A ]| Whom conquest crowned, 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$6#1$ dares: The issue of the brain 024:40,006[A ]| Admits a transplantation, like$4$ the train 024:40,007[A ]| That$6#1$ buds with Stars; and in$4$ this do hit, 024:40,008[A ]| The two \7fac*Totums\, Monarchy and wit. 024:40,009[A ]| The industrious Merchant glutted with the things 024:40,010[A ]| That$6#1$ are produced by$4$ our mother springs, 024:40,011[A ]| Ransacks the Ocean, trafficking for$4$ more 024:40,012[A ]| And rarer beauties from the foreign shore; 024:40,013[A ]| And makes our happiness not only be 024:40,014[A ]| In$4$ necessaries, but variety. 024:40,015[A ]| So$3$ thou with equal diligence hast gone 024:40,016[A ]| To$9$ fetch the merchandise of \Helicon\. 024:40,017[A ]| Not but that$3$ wit and fancy here will$1$ be, 024:40,018[A ]| A native and staple commodity. 024:40,019[A ]| Or that$3$ composing stories and Romances, 024:40,020[A ]| Were only entailed to$4$ wits that$6#1$ live beyond Seas. 024:40,021[A ]| But as in$4$ dearth, we oft supply our store, 024:40,022[A ]| From those that$6#1$ we perhaps relieved before, 024:40,023[A ]| So$3$ now when rare Inventions and immense, 024:40,024[A ]| Are parched and shrunk up$5$ into hardly sense, 024:40,025[A ]| For$4$ want of due rewards, that$6#1$ should distil, 024:40,026[A ]| From these new Tympanies, and we call hills, 024:40,027[A ]| You are fain to$9$ forage for$4$ whatever must be, 024:40,028[A ]| Beyond Diurnals or a Mercury. 024:40,029[A ]| Yet be not discouraged; for$3$ here is no$2$ excise, 024:40,030[A ]| Nor custom paid on$4$ these commodities. 024:40,031[A ]| And he that$6#1$ trades in$4$ wit by$4$ Sea or Land, 024:40,032[A ]| Needs not a convoy, fears no$2$ Rocks nor Sand. 024:40,033[A ]| This traffic is secure against the thump 024:40,034[A ]| Of \Spain's armado\ or the \Belgic Trump\, 024:40,035[A ]| And the proceed of it, though in$4$ 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$3$ of all 024:40,038[A ]| The sciences, this is most cordial, 024:40,039[A ]| Presenting notions to$4$ 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 shows what ought to$9$ be, that$6#2$ shows what is; 024:40,043[A ]| Ungrateful we, if that$3$ we should receive 024:40,044[A ]| This precious Jewel, and should nothing give 024:40,045[A ]| To$4$ Thee or to$4$ its Author; Therefore I 024:40,046[A ]| Offer these lines to$4$ both your memory, 024:40,047[A ]| To$9$ testify my thanks, though not my skill; 024:40,048[A ]| What is so$5#1$ well done, must not be praised 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. 024:44,000[' ]| 024:44,000[' ]| <\To the high-Sheriff of S%\> 024:44,000[A ]| Sir, 024:44,001[A ]| You have given us Poets entertainment, 024:44,002[A ]| Good cheer 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 not match your cheer. 024:44,005[A ]| And here is the reason, which$6#1$ our Muses grieves, 024:44,006[A ]| Sheriffs are made Poets, but never Poets Sheriffs. 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$6#1$ makest at once both Verse and Music too; 024:48,003[A ]| So$5#1$ sweet a Master of so$5#1$ sweet a Muse, 024:48,004[A ]| Whom not to$9$ name with honour, were to$9$ abuse. 024:48,005[A ]| How thy words flow! How sweetly do they Chime, 024:48,006[A ]| When thy pure Couplets do embrace in$4$ Rhyme! 024:48,007[A ]| How quick, how lovely, and how full of Sense 024:48,008[A ]| Thy Fancy is, and all that$6#1$ springs from thence! 024:48,009[A ]| Which$6#1$ \Gamble\ has enlivened by$4$ his Art, 024:48,010[A ]| And breathed an Active Soul through every part: 024:48,011[A ]| And so$3$ deduced thy Mind to$4$ us, that$3$ we 024:48,012[A ]| May feast our Ears and Souls with rarity. 024:48,013[A ]| How much to$4$ Thee, how much to$4$ Him we owe, 024:48,014[A ]| We can conceive, but can not make you know; 024:48,015[A ]| Nor have we thanks proportioned to$4$ your worth, 024:48,016[A ]| Thou that$6#1$ didst make, and He that$6#1$ set them forth, 024:48,017[A ]| In$4$ such a lively Dress too, We admire 024:48,018[A ]| What we can not praise, what we can not do, Desire; 024:48,019[A ]| And therefore turn our praises into prayers, 024:48,020[A ]| That$3$ Thou shalt make more such Odes, He more such Airs. 024:52,000[' ]| 024:52,000[' ]| <\Upon the Kings imprisonment\> 024:52,001[A ]| Imprison me you Traitors? must I be 024:52,002[A ]| Your fettered slave, while you are at liberty 024:52,003[A ]| To$9$ usurp my Sceptre, and to$9$ make my power 024:52,004[A ]| Gnaw its own bowels, and itself devour? 024:52,005[A ]| You glorious villains! Treasons that$6#1$ have been 024:52,006[A ]| Done in$4$ all ages, are done over again; 024:52,007[A ]| Expert proficients, that$6#1$ 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$1$ be 024:52,010[A ]| Thought Legendary by$4$ Posterity. 024:52,011[A ]| Was it not enough you made me bear the wrong 024:52,012[A ]| Of a rebellious sword, and viperous tongue, 024:52,013[A ]| To$9$ 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$2$ fortress but their graves, 024:52,016[A ]| When servants sway, and Sovereigns are slaves. 024:52,017[A ]| Because I will$1$ not sign, nor give consent unto 024:52,018[A ]| Those lawless actions that$6#1$ you have done and do, 024:52,019[A ]| Nor yet betray my Subjects, and so$3$ be 024:52,020[A ]| As treacherous to$4$ them, as you to$4$ me; 024:52,021[A ]| Is this the way to$9$ mould me to$4$ your wills, 024:52,022[A ]| To$9$ expiate former crimes, by$4$ greater ills? 024:52,023[A ]| Mistaken fools to$9$ think my soul can be 024:52,024[A ]| Grasped or infringed by$4$ such low things as ye! 024:52,025[A ]| Alas though I am immured, my mind is free, 024:52,026[A ]| I will$1$ make your very gaol my liberty. 024:52,027[A ]| Plot, do your worst, I safely shall deride 024:52,028[A ]| In$4$ my Crowned soul, your base inferior pride, 024:52,029[A ]| And stand unmoved, though all your plagues you bring, 024:52,030[A ]| I will$1$ die a Martyr, or I will$1$ live a King. 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 spied 024:56,002[A ]| One smile at his first-born Son's birth; and a bride 024:56,003[A ]| Into her heart did entertain delight 024:56,004[A ]| At the approach of her wished wedding night. 024:56,005[A ]| All which$6#1$ delights (if he were dead) would turn 024:56,006[A ]| To$4$ grief; yea mirth itself be forced to$9$ mourn. 024:56,007[A ]| Inspired Poets would forget to$9$ laugh, 024:56,008[A ]| And write at once his and Mirth's Epitaph. 024:56,009[A ]| Sighs would engross our breath, there would appear 024:56,010[A ]| Anthems of joy, limbecked into a tear: 024:56,011[A ]| Each face would be his death-bed; in$4$ each eye 024:56,012[A ]| It were easy then to$9$ read his Elegy; 024:56,013[A ]| Each soul would be close mourner, each tongue tell 024:56,014[A ]| Stories pricked out to$4$ the tune of the passing bell; 024:56,015[A ]| The World redrowned in$4$ 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$9$ pay for$4$ loss of him deserving woe; 024:56,019[A ]| Like$4$ Bankrupts in$4$ our grief, because we may 024:56,020[A ]| Not half we owe him, give, we will$1$ nothing pay. 024:56,021[A ]| For$3$ should our tears like$4$ the Ocean issue forth, 024:56,022[A ]| They could not swell adequate to$4$ his worth: 024:56,023[A ]| So$5#1$ far his worth is above our knowledge that$3$ 024:56,024[A ]| We only know we have lost, we know not what. 024:56,025[A ]| The mourning Heaven, beholding such a dearth 024:56,026[A ]| Of ears, showers rain to$9$ liquefy the earth, 024:56,027[A ]| That$3$ we may see from its adulterate womb, 024:56,028[A ]| If it be possible, a second come. 024:56,029[A ]| Till then it is our unhappiness, we can not 024:56,030[A ]| Know what good dwelt in$4$ him, but by$4$ the want. 024:56,031[A ]| He was no$2$ whirligig Lecturer of the times, 024:56,032[A ]| That$6#1$ from a heel-block to$4$ a pulpit climbs, 024:56,033[A ]| And there such stuff among their Audience break, 024:56,034[A ]| They seem to$9$ have mouth, and words, yet can not speak. 024:56,035[A ]| Nor such as into pasquill-pulpits come 024:56,036[A ]| With thundering nonsense, but to$9$ beat the drum 024:56,037[A ]| To$4$ civil wars, whose texts and doctrines run 024:56,038[A ]| As if they were of the separation; 024:56,039[A ]| And by$4$ their spiritual law have married been 024:56,040[A ]| Without a ring, because they were no$2$ kin. 024:56,041[A ]| Knowledge and zeal in$4$ him so$5#1$ sweetly met, 024:56,042[A ]| His pulpit seemed a second \Oliver\, 024:56,043[A ]| Where from his lips he would deliver things 024:56,044[A ]| As though some Seraphin had clapped his wings. 024:56,045[A ]| His painful sermons were so$5#1$ neatly dressed, 024:56,046[A ]| As if an Anthem were in$4$ prose expressed; 024:56,047[A ]| Divinity and Art were so$5#1$ united, 024:56,048[A ]| As if in$4$ him both were Hermaphrodited. 024:56,049[A ]| Oh what an excellent Surgeon has he been 024:56,050[A ]| To$9$ set a conscience (out of joint by$4$ sin) 024:56,051[A ]| He at one blow could wound and heal; we all 024:56,052[A ]| Wondered to$9$ 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$4$ it 024:56,056[A ]| Than when they met with their still-conquering \Shute\. 024:56,057[A ]| His life was the use of his doctrine; so$3$ it was known 024:56,058[A ]| That$3$ \Shute\, and Saint, were convertible grown: 024:56,059[A ]| He did live Sermons; the profane were vexed 024:56,060[A ]| To$9$ see his actions comments on$4$ his text. 024:56,061[A ]| So$5#1$ imitable his virtues did appear 024:56,062[A ]| As if each place to$4$ him a pulpit were. 024:56,063[A ]| He was himself a Synod, ours had been 024:56,064[A ]| Void (had he lived) or but an idle din. 024:56,065[A ]| His presence so$5#1$ divine, that$3$ 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 ]| It was to$9$ make him (such honours to$4$ him given) 024:56,070[A ]| Regius Professor to$4$ the King of Heaven. 024:56,071[A ]| By$4$ whom he is prelated above the skies, 024:56,072[A ]| And the whole World is his See to$9$ Episcopize; 024:56,073[A ]| So$3$ that$3$ (methinks) one star more doth appear 024:56,074[A ]| In$4$ our Horizon since his being there; 024:56,075[A ]| Death is grown tyrannical by$4$ imitation 024:56,076[A ]| Because he was learned by$4$ a sequestration 024:56,077[A ]| He took his living; but for$4$ his benefice 024:56,078[A ]| He is rewarded with eternal bliss. 024:56,079[A ]| Let us all prepare to$9$ follow him, for$3$ he is 024:56,080[A ]| But gone to$4$ Glory's school, to$9$ take degrees. 024:60,000[' ]| 024:60,000[' ]| <\An Epitaph upon Mrs%*G%\> 024:60,001[A ]| Whoever 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, can not for$4$ his life 024:60,005[A ]| But on$4$ her ashes must some tears distil, 024:60,006[A ]| For$3$ if men will$1$ not weep, this marble will$1$.