The olde, old, very olde man: or the age and long life of Thomas Par the sonne of John Parr of Winnington in the parish of Alberbury; in the country of Salopp, (or Shropshire) who was borne in the raigne of King Edward the 4th. and is now living in the Strand, being aged 152. yeares and odd monethes. His manner of life and conversation in so long a pilgrimage; his marriages, and his bringing up to London about the end of September last. 1635. Written by Iohn Taylor.
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             The olde, old, very olde man: or the age and long life of Thomas Par the sonne of John Parr of Winnington in the parish of Alberbury; in the country of Salopp, (or Shropshire) who was borne in the raigne of King Edward the 4th. and is now living in the Strand, being aged 152. yeares and odd monethes. His manner of life and conversation in so long a pilgrimage; his marriages, and his bringing up to London about the end of September last. 1635. Written by Iohn Taylor.
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             The
             Olde
             ,
             Old
             ,
             very
             Olde
             Man
             or
             Thomas
             Par
             ,
             the
             Sonne
             of
             Iohn
             Parr
             of
             Winnington
             in
             the
             Parish
             of
             Alberbury
             ;
             In
             the
             County
             of
             Shropshire
             who
             was
             Borne
             in
             1483
             in
             The
             Raigne
             of
             King
             Edward
             the
             4th
             and
             is
             now
             liuing
             in
             The
             strand
             ,
             being
             aged
             152
             yeares
             and
             odd
             Monethes
             1635
             Hee
             dyed
             Nouember
             the
             15th
             And
             is
             now
             buryed
             in
             Westminster
             :
             1635.
             
          
        
         
         
           The
           Olde
           ,
           Old
           ,
           Very
           Olde
           Man
           :
           OR
           The
           Age
           and
           long
           Life
           of
           
             Thomas
             Par
          
           ,
           The
           Sonne
           of
           
             Iohn
             Parr
          
           of
           Winnington
           in
           the
           Parish
           of
           Alberbury
           ;
           in
           the
           Country
           of
           Salopp
           ,
           (
           or
           Shropshire
           )
           who
           was
           Borne
           in
           the
           Raigne
           of
           King
           Edward
           the
           4th
           .
           and
           is
           now
           living
           in
           the
           Strand
           ,
           being
           aged
           152.
           yeares
           and
           odd
           Monethes
           .
        
         
           His
           Manner
           of
           Life
           and
           Conversation
           is
           so
           long
           a
           Pilgrimage
           ;
           his
           Marriages
           ,
           and
           his
           bringing
           up
           to
           London
           about
           the
           end
           of
           September
           last
           .
           1635.
           
        
         
           Written
           by
           
             IOHN
             TAYLOR
          
           .
        
         
           LONDON
           ,
           Printed
           for
           
             Henry
             Gosson
          
           ,
           1635.
           
        
      
       
         
         
         
           TO
           THE
           HIGH
           AND
           MIGHTIE
           PRINCE
           .
           CHARLES
           ,
           By
           the
           Grace
           of
           God
           ,
           King
           of
           great
           Britaine
           ,
           France
           and
           Ireland
           ,
           Defender
           of
           the
           Faith
           ,
           &c.
           
        
         
           OF
           Subjects
           (
           my
           dread
           Liege
           )
           't
           is
           manifest
           ,
        
         
           You
           have
           the
           old'st
           ,
           the
           greatest
           ,
           &
           the
           least
           ;
        
         
           That
           for
           an
           Old
           ,
           a
           Great
           ,
           and
           Little
           man
           ,
        
         
           No
           kingdom
           (
           sure
           )
           compare
           with
           Britain
           can
           ;
        
         
           One
           ,
           for
           his
           extraordinary
           stature
           ,
        
         
           Guards
           well
           your
           gates
           ,
           &
           by
           instinct
           of
           Nature
        
         
           (
           As
           hee
           is
           strong
           )
           is
           Loyall
           ,
           True
           ,
           and
           Iust
           ,
        
         
           Fit
           ,
           and
           most
           able
           ,
           for
           his
           Charge
           and
           Trust.
        
         
           The
           other
           's
           small
           and
           well
           composed
           feature
        
         
           Deserves
           the
           Title
           of
           a
           Pretty
           Creature
           :
        
         
           And
           doth
           (
           or
           may
           )
           retaine
           as
           good
           a
           mind
        
         
           As
           Greater
           men
           ,
           and
           be
           as
           well
           inclin'd
           :
        
         
         
           Hee
           may
           be
           great
           in
           spir't
           ,
           though
           small
           in
           sight
           ,
        
         
           Whilst
           all
           his
           best
           of
           service
           ,
           is
           Delight
           .
        
         
           The
           Old'st
           ,
           your
           Subject
           is
           ;
           but
           for
           my
           use
           ,
        
         
           I
           make
           him
           here
           ,
           the
           Subject
           of
           my
           Muse
           :
        
         
           And
           as
           his
           Aged
           Person
           gain'd
           the
           grace
           ,
        
         
           That
           where
           his
           Soveraign
           was
           ,
           to
           be
           in
           place
           ,
        
         
           And
           kisse
           your
           Royall
           Hand
           ;
           I
           humbly
           crave
           ,
        
         
           His
           Lives
           Discription
           may
           Acceptance
           have
           .
        
         
           And
           as
           your
           Majesty
           hath
           oft
           before
        
         
           Look'd
           on
           my
           Poems
           ;
           Pray
           reade
           this
           one
           more
           .
        
         
           
             Your
             Majesties
             most
             Humble
             Subject
             and
             Servant
             ,
          
           
             IOHN
             TAYLOR
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           THE
           OCCASION
           OF
           this
           Old
           Man's
           being
           brought
           out
           of
           Shropshiere
           to
           London
           .
        
         
           AS
           it
           is
           impossible
           for
           the
           Sun
           to
           be
           without
           light
           ,
           or
           fire
           to
           have
           no
           heate
           ;
           so
           is
           it
           undeniable
           that
           true
           Honour
           is
           as
           inseparably
           addicted
           to
           Vertue
           ,
           as
           the
           Steele
           to
           the
           Load-stone
           ;
           and
           without
           great
           violence
           neither
           the
           one
           or
           the
           other
           can
           be
           sundred
           .
           Which
           manifestly
           appeares
           ,
           in
           the
           conveying
           out
           of
           the
           Countrey
           ,
           of
           this
           poore
           ancient
           Man
           (
           Monument
           I
           may
           say
           ,
           and
           almost
           Miracle
           of
           Nature
           .
           )
           For
           the
           Right
           Honorable
           ,
           Thomas
           Earle
           of
           Arundell
           and
           Surrey
           ,
           Earle
           Marshall
           of
           England
           ,
           &c.
           being
           lately
           in
           Shropshiere
           to
           visit
           some
           Lands
           and
           Maners
           which
           his
           Lordship
           holds
           
           in
           that
           County
           ,
           or
           ,
           for
           some
           other
           occasions
           of
           Importance
           ,
           which
           caused
           his
           Lordship
           to
           be
           there
           .
           The
           Report
           of
           this
           Aged
           Man
           was
           certified
           to
           his
           Honour
           ;
           who
           hearing
           of
           so
           remarkable
           a
           Piece
           of
           Antiquity
           ,
           his
           Lordship
           was
           pleased
           to
           see
           him
           ,
           and
           in
           his
           Innated
           Noble
           and
           Christian
           Piety
           ,
           hee
           tooke
           him
           into
           his
           charitable
           tuition
           and
           protection
           ;
           Commanding
           that
           a
           Litter
           and
           two
           Horses
           (
           for
           the
           more
           easie
           carriage
           of
           a
           man
           so
           enfeebled
           and
           worne
           with
           Age
           )
           to
           be
           provided
           for
           him
           ;
           Also
           ,
           that
           a
           Daughter-in-Law
           of
           his
           (
           named
           Lucye
           )
           should
           likewise
           attend
           him
           ,
           and
           have
           a
           Horse
           for
           her
           owne
           riding
           with
           him
           ;
           And
           (
           to
           cheere
           up
           the
           Old
           Man
           ,
           and
           make
           him
           merry
           )
           there
           was
           an
           Antique-fac'd-fellow
           ,
           called
           Iacke
           ,
           or
           
             Iohn
             the
             Foole
          
           ,
           with
           a
           high
           and
           mighty
           no
           Beard
           ,
           that
           had
           also
           a
           Horse
           for
           his
           cariage
           .
           These
           all
           were
           to
           be
           brought
           out
           of
           the
           Countrey
           to
           London
           ,
           by
           easie
           Iourneyes
           ;
           the
           Charges
           being
           allowed
           by
           his
           
           Lordship
           ,
           and
           likewise
           one
           of
           his
           Honours
           owne
           Servants
           ,
           named
           
             Brian
             Kelley
          
           ,
           to
           ride
           on
           horseback
           with
           them
           ,
           and
           to
           attend
           and
           defray
           all
           manner
           of
           Reckonings
           and
           Expences
           ;
           all
           which
           was
           done
           accordingly
           ,
           as
           followeth
           .
        
         
           Winnington
           is
           a
           Hamlet
           in
           the
           Parish
           of
           Alberbury
           ,
           neere
           a
           place
           called
           the
           
             Welsh
             Poole
          
           ,
           eight
           miles
           from
           Shrewsbury
           ,
           from
           whence
           hee
           was
           carried
           to
           Wim
           ,
           a
           Towne
           of
           the
           Earles
           aforesaid
           ;
           and
           the
           next
           day
           to
           Shefnall
           ,
           (
           a
           Mannour
           House
           of
           his
           Lordships
           )
           where
           they
           likewise
           staied
           one
           night
           ;
           from
           Shefnall
           they
           came
           to
           Woolverhampton
           ,
           and
           the
           next
           day
           to
           Brimicham
           ,
           from
           thence
           to
           Coventry
           ;
           and
           although
           Master
           Kelley
           had
           much
           to
           do
           to
           keepe
           the
           people
           off
           that
           pressed
           upon
           him
           in
           all
           places
           where
           hee
           came
           ,
           yet
           at
           Coventry
           hee
           was
           most
           opprest
           :
           for
           they
           came
           in
           such
           multitudes
           to
           see
           the
           Olde
           Man
           ,
           that
           those
           that
           defended
           him
           ,
           were
           almost
           quite
           tyred
           and
           spent
           ,
           and
           the
           aged
           man
           in
           danger
           to
           have
           bin
           stifeled
           ;
           
           and
           in
           a
           word
           ,
           the
           rabble
           were
           so
           unruly
           ,
           that
           Bryan
           was
           in
           doubt
           hee
           should
           bring
           his
           Charge
           no
           further
           ;
           (
           so
           greedy
           are
           the
           Vulgar
           to
           hearken
           to
           ,
           or
           gaze
           after
           novelties
           .
           )
           The
           trouble
           being
           over
           ,
           the
           next
           day
           they
           past
           to
           Daventry
           ,
           to
           stony
           Stratford
           ,
           to
           Redburn
           ,
           and
           so
           to
           London
           ,
           where
           he
           is
           well
           entertain'd
           and
           accomodated
           with
           all
           things
           ,
           having
           all
           the
           aforesaid
           Attendants
           ,
           at
           the
           sole
           Charge
           and
           Cost
           of
           his
           Lordship
           .
        
         
           
             One
             Remarkable
             Passage
             of
             the
             Old
             mans
             Pollicie
             must
             not
             bee
             omitted
             or
             forgotten
             ,
             which
             is
             thus
             .
          
           
             His
             three
             Leases
             of
             63.
             yeares
             being
             expired
             ,
             hee
             tooke
             his
             last
             Lease
             of
             his
             Landlord
             (
             one
             Master
             
               Iohn
               Porter
            
             )
             for
             his
             Life
             ,
             with
             which
             Lease
             ,
             hee
             hath
             lived
             more
             then
             50.
             yeares
             (
             as
             is
             further
             hereafter
             declared
             ;
             )
             but
             this
             Old
             Man
             would
             (
             for
             his
             wives
             sake
             )
             renew
             his
             Lease
             for
             yeares
             ,
             which
             his
             Landlord
             
             would
             not
             consent
             unto
             ;
             wherefore
             old
             Parr
             ,
             (
             having
             beene
             long
             blind
             )
             sitting
             in
             his
             chaire
             by
             the
             fire
             ,
             his
             wife
             look'd
             out
             of
             the
             window
             ,
             and
             perceiv'd
             Master
             
               Edward
               Porter
            
             ,
             the
             Son
             of
             his
             Landlord
             ,
             to
             come
             towards
             their
             house
             ,
             which
             she
             told
             her
             husband
             ,
             saying
             ,
             Husband
             ,
             our
             young
             Land-lord
             is
             comming
             hither
             :
             Is
             he
             so
             ,
             said
             old
             Parr
             ;
             I
             prethee
             wife
             lay
             a
             Pin
             on
             the
             ground
             neere
             my
             foot
             ,
             or
             at
             my
             right
             toe
             ;
             which
             ,
             she
             did
             ;
             and
             when
             yong
             Master
             Porter
             (
             yet
             forty
             yeares
             old
             )
             was
             come
             into
             the
             house
             ,
             after
             salutations
             between
             them
             ,
             the
             Old
             Man
             said
             ,
             Wife
             ,
             is
             not
             that
             a
             Pin
             which
             lyes
             at
             my
             foot
             ?
             Truly
             husband
             ,
             quoth
             she
             ,
             it
             is
             a
             Pin
             indeed
             ,
             so
             she
             tooke
             up
             the
             Pin
             ,
             and
             Master
             Porter
             was
             halfe
             in
             a
             maze
             that
             the
             Old
             Man
             had
             recovered
             his
             sight
             againe
             ;
             but
             it
             was
             quickly
             found
             to
             be
             a
             witty
             conceit
             ,
             therby
             to
             have
             them
             to
             suppose
             him
             to
             be
             more
             lively
             than
             hee
             was
             ,
             because
             hee
             hop'd
             to
             have
             his
             Lease
             renew'd
             for
             his
             wives
             sake
             ,
             as
             aforesaid
             .
          
           
           
             Hee
             hath
             had
             two
             Children
             by
             his
             first
             wife
             ,
             a
             Son
             and
             a
             Daughter
             ,
             the
             Boyes
             name
             was
             Iohn
             ,
             and
             lived
             but
             ten
             weekes
             ;
             the
             Girle
             was
             named
             Ioan
             ,
             and
             shee
             lived
             but
             three
             weekes
             .
             So
             that
             it
             appeares
             hee
             hath
             out-lived
             the
             most
             part
             of
             the
             people
             that
             are
             living
             neere
             there
             ,
             three
             times
             over
             .
          
        
      
    
     
       
         
         
           The
           very
           Old
           Man
           :
           OR
           ,
           The
           Life
           of
           
             Thomas
             Parr
          
           .
        
         
           
             AN
             Old
             man's
             twice
             a
             child
             (
             the
             proverb
             saies
             )
          
           
             And
             many
             old
             men
             nere
             saw
             halfe
             his
             daies
          
           
             Of
             whom
             I
             write
             ;
             for
             he
             at
             first
             had
             life
             ,
          
           
             When
             Yorke
             and
             Lancasters
             Domestique
             strife
          
           
             In
             her
             owne
             bloud
             had
             factious
             England
             drench'd
             ,
          
           
             Vntill
             sweet
             Peace
             those
             civil
             flames
             had
             quench'd
             .
          
           
             When
             as
             fourth
             Edwards
             Raigne
             to
             end
             drew
             nigh
             ,
          
           
             
               Iohn
               Parr
            
             (
             a
             man
             that
             liv'd
             by
             Husbandry
             )
          
           
             Begot
             this
             
               Thomas
               Parr
            
             ,
             and
             borne
             was
             Hee
          
           
             The
             yeare
             of
             fourteen
             hundred
             ,
             eighty
             three
             .
          
           
           
             And
             as
             his
             Fathers
             Living
             and
             his
             Trade
             ,
          
           
             Was
             Plough
             ,
             and
             Cart
             ,
             Sithe
             ,
             Sickle
             ,
             Bill
             ,
             and
             Spade
             ;
          
           
             The
             Harrow
             ,
             Mattock
             ,
             Flayle
             ,
             Rake
             ,
             Fork
             ,
             &
             Goad
             ,
          
           
             And
             Whip
             ,
             and
             how
             to
             Load
             ,
             and
             to
             Vnload
             ;
          
           
             Old
             Tom
             hath
             shew'd
             himselfe
             the
             Son
             of
             Iohn
             ,
          
           
             And
             from
             his
             Fathers
             function
             hath
             not
             gone
             .
          
        
         
           
             A
             Digression
             .
          
           
             YEt
             I
             have
             read
             of
             as
             meane
             Pedigrees
             ,
          
           
             That
             have
             attain'd
             to
             Noble
             dignities
          
           
             Agathocles
             ,
             a
             Potters
             Son
             ,
             and
             yet
          
           
             The
             Kingdome
             of
             Sicilia
             hee
             did
             get
             .
          
           
             Great
             Tamberlaine
             ,
             a
             Scythian
             Shepherd
             was
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             (
             in
             his
             time
             )
             all
             Princes
             did
             surpasse
             .
          
           
             First
             Ptolomey
             (
             the
             King
             of
             AEgypts
             Land
             )
          
           
             A
             poore
             mans
             Son
             of
             Alexanders
             Band.
          
           
             Dioclesian
             ,
             Emperour
             ,
             was
             a
             Scriveners
             Son
             ,
          
           
             And
             Proba
             from
             a
             Gard'ner
             th'
             Empire
             won
             .
          
           
             Pertinax
             was
             a
             Bondmans
             Son
             ,
             and
             wan
          
           
             The
             Empire
             ;
             So
             did
             Valentinian
             ,
          
           
             Who
             was
             the
             off-spring
             of
             a
             Rope-maker
             ,
          
           
             And
             Maximinus
             of
             a
             Mule-driver
             .
          
           
           
             And
             if
             I
             on
             the
             truth
             doe
             rightly
             glance
             ,
          
           
             
               Hugh
               Capet
            
             was
             a
             Butcher
             ,
             King
             of
             France
             .
          
           
             By
             this
             I
             have
             digrest
             ,
             I
             have
             exprest
          
           
             Promotion
             comes
             not
             from
             the
             East
             or
             West
             .
          
        
         
           
             To
             the
             Matter
             .
          
           
             SO
             much
             for
             that
             ,
             now
             to
             my
             Theame
             againe
             :
          
           
             This
             
               Thomas
               Parr
            
             hath
             liv'd
             th'
             expired
             Raigne
          
           
             Of
             ten
             great
             Kings
             and
             Queenes
             ,
             th'
             eleventh
             now
             sways
          
           
             The
             Scepter
             ,
             (
             blest
             by
             th'
             ancient
             of
             all
             days
             .
             )
          
           
             Hee
             hath
             surviv'd
             the
             Edwards
             ,
             fourth
             and
             fift
             ;
          
           
             And
             the
             third
             Richard
             ,
             who
             made
             many
             a
             shift
          
           
             To
             place
             the
             Crowne
             on
             his
             Ambitious
             head
             ;
          
           
             The
             seventh
             &
             eighth
             brave
             Henries
             both
             are
             dead
             ,
          
           
             Sixt
             
               Edward
               ,
               Mary
               ,
               Phillip
               ,
               Elsabeth
               ,
            
          
           
             And
             blest
             remembred
             Iames
             ,
             all
             these
             by
             death
          
           
             Have
             changed
             life
             ,
             and
             almost
             '
             leven
             yeares
             since
          
           
             The
             happy
             raigne
             of
             Charles
             our
             gracious
             Prince
             ,
          
           
             
               Tom
               Parr
            
             hath
             liv'd
             ,
             as
             by
             Record
             appeares
          
           
             Nine
             Monthes
             ,
             one
             hundred
             fifty
             ,
             and
             two
             yeares
             .
          
           
             Amongst
             the
             Learn'd
             ,
             't
             is
             held
             in
             generall
          
           
             That
             every
             seventh
             yeare
             's
             Climactericall
             ,
          
           
           
             And
             dang'rous
             to
             mans
             life
             ,
             and
             that
             they
             be
          
           
             Most
             perillous
             ,
             at
             th'
             Age
             of
             sixty
             three
             ,
          
           
             Which
             is
             ,
             nine
             Climactericals
             ;
             but
             this
             Man
          
           
             Of
             whom
             I
             write
             ,
             (
             since
             first
             his
             life
             began
             )
          
           
             Hath
             liv'd
             of
             Climactericals
             such
             plenty
             ,
          
           
             That
             he
             hath
             almost
             out-liv'd
             two
             and
             twenty
             .
          
           
             For
             by
             Records
             ,
             and
             true
             Certificate
             ,
          
           
             From
             Shropshiere
             late
             ,
             Relations
             doth
             relate
             ,
          
           
             That
             Hee
             liv'd
             17
             yeares
             with
             Iohn
             his
             Father
             ,
          
           
             And
             18
             with
             a
             Master
             ,
             which
             I
             gather
          
           
             To
             be
             full
             thirty
             five
             ;
             his
             Sires
             decease
          
           
             Left
             him
             foure
             yeares
             Possession
             of
             a
             Lease
             ;
          
           
             Which
             past
             ,
             
               Lewis
               Porter
            
             Gentleman
             ,
             did
             then
          
           
             For
             twenty
             one
             yeares
             grant
             his
             Lease
             agen
             :
          
           
             That
             Lease
             expir'd
             ,
             the
             Son
             of
             Lew's
             call'd
             Iohn
             ,
          
           
             Let
             him
             the
             like
             Lease
             ,
             and
             that
             time
             being
             gone
             ,
          
           
             Then
             Hugh
             ,
             the
             Son
             of
             Iohn
             (
             last
             nam'd
             before
             )
          
           
             For
             one
             and
             twenty
             yeares
             ,
             sold
             one
             Lease
             more
             .
          
           
             And
             lastly
             ,
             he
             hath
             held
             from
             
               Iohn
               ,
               Hugh's
            
             Son
             ,
          
           
             A
             Lease
             for
             's
             life
             these
             fifty
             yeares
             ,
             out-run
             :
          
           
             And
             till
             old
             
               Thomas
               Parr
            
             ,
             to
             Earth
             againe
          
           
             Returne
             ,
             the
             last
             Lease
             must
             his
             owne
             remaine
             .
          
           
           
             Thus
             having
             shew'd
             th'extension
             of
             his
             Age
             ,
          
           
             I
             'le
             shew
             some
             Actions
             of
             his
             Pilgrimage
             .
          
        
         
           
             His
             Marriage
             .
          
           
             A
             Tedious
             time
             a
             Batchelour
             hee
             tarried
             ,
          
           
             Full
             eightie
             yeares
             of
             age
             before
             he
             married
             :
          
           
             His
             Continence
             ,
             to
             question
             I
             le
             nor
             call
             ,
          
           
             Mans
             frailtie's
             weake
             ,
             and
             oft
             doth
             slip
             and
             fall
             .
          
           
             No
             doubt
             but
             hee
             in
             fourscore
             yeares
             might
             find
          
           
             In
             Salop's
             Countie
             ,
             females
             faire
             and
             kind
             :
          
           
             But
             what
             have
             I
             to
             doe
             with
             that
             ;
             let
             passe
             ,
          
           
             At
             th'
             age
             aforesaid
             hee
             first
             married
             was
          
           
             To
             
               Iane
               ,
               Iohn
               Taylors
            
             Daughter
             ;
             and
             't
             is
             said
             ;
          
           
             That
             she
             (
             before
             he
             had
             her
             )
             was
             a
             Mayd
             .
          
           
             With
             her
             he
             liv'd
             yeares
             three
             times
             ten
             and
             two
             ,
          
           
             And
             then
             she
             dy'd
             (
             as
             all
             good
             wives
             will
             doe
             .
             )
          
           
             She
             dead
             ,
             he
             ten
             yeares
             did
             a
             Widdower
             stay
             ;
          
           
             Then
             once
             more
             ventred
             in
             the
             Wedlock
             way
             :
          
           
             And
             in
             affection
             to
             his
             first
             wife
             Iane
             ,
          
           
             Hee
             tooke
             another
             of
             that
             name
             againe
             ;
          
           
             (
             With
             whom
             he
             now
             doth
             live
             )
             she
             was
             a
             widow
          
           
             To
             one
             nam'd
             Anthony
             (
             and
             surnam'd
             Adda
             )
          
           
             She
             was
             (
             as
             by
             report
             it
             doth
             appeare
             )
          
           
             Of
             Gillsels
             Parish
             ,
             in
             Mountgom'ry-Shiere
             ,
          
           
             The
             Daughter
             of
             
               Iohn
               Lloyde
            
             (
             corruptly
             Flood
             )
          
           
           
             Of
             ancient
             house
             ,
             and
             gentle
             Cambrian
             Blood.
             
          
        
         
           
             Digression
             .
          
           
             BVt
             hold
             ,
             I
             had
             forgot
             ,
             in
             's
             first
             wives
             Time
             ,
          
           
             Hee
             frayly
             ,
             fouly
             ,
             fell
             into
             a
             Crime
             ,
          
           
             Which
             richer
             ,
             poorer
             ,
             older
             men
             ,
             and
             younger
             ,
          
           
             More
             base
             ,
             more
             noble
             ,
             weaker
             men
             ,
             and
             stronger
          
           
             Have
             falne
             into
             .
          
           
             The
             Cytherean
             ,
             or
             the
             Paphaean
             game
             ,
          
           
             That
             thundring
             Iupiter
             did
             oft
             inflame
             ;
          
           
             Most
             cruell
             cut-throat
             Mars
             layd
             by
             his
             Armes
             ,
          
           
             And
             was
             a
             slave
             to
             Loves
             Inchanting
             charmes
             ,
          
           
             And
             many
             a
             Pagan
             god
             ,
             and
             semi-god
             ,
          
           
             The
             common
             road
             of
             lustfull
             love
             hath
             trod
             :
          
           
             For
             from
             the
             Emp'rour
             to
             the
             russet
             Clowne
             ,
          
           
             All
             states
             ,
             each
             sex
             ,
             from
             Cottage
             to
             the
             Crowne
             ,
          
           
             Have
             in
             all
             Ages
             '
             since
             the
             first
             Creation
             ,
          
           
             Bin
             folyd
             ,
             &
             overthrown
             with
             Loves
             temptation
             :
          
           
             So
             was
             old
             Thomas
             ,
             for
             he
             chanc'd
             to
             spy
          
           
             A
             Beauty
             ,
             and
             Love
             entred
             at
             his
             eye
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             pow'rfull
             motion
             drew
             on
             sweet
             consent
             ,
          
           
             Consent
             drew
             Action
             ,
             Action
             drew
             Content
             ,
          
           
             But
             when
             the
             period
             of
             those
             joyes
             were
             past
             ,
          
           
             Those
             sweet
             delights
             were
             sourely
             sauc'd
             at
             last
             .
          
           
             The
             flesh
             retaines
             ,
             what
             in
             the
             Bone
             is
             bred
             ,
          
           
           
             And
             one
             Colts
             tooth
             was
             then
             in
             old
             Toms
             head
             ,
          
           
             It
             may
             be
             he
             was
             guld
             as
             some
             have
             bin
             ,
          
           
             And
             suffred
             punishment
             for
             others
             sinne
             ;
          
           
             For
             pleasures
             like
             a
             Trap
             ,
             a
             grin
             ,
             or
             snare
             ,
          
           
             Or
             (
             like
             a
             painted
             harlot
             )
             seemes
             most
             faire
             ;
          
           
             But
             when
             she
             goes
             away
             ,
             and
             takes
             her
             leave
             ,
          
           
             No
             ugly
             Beast
             so
             foule
             a
             shape
             can
             have
             .
          
           
             Faire
             
               Katherin
               Milton
            
             ,
             was
             this
             Beauty
             bright
             ,
          
           
             (
             Faire
             like
             an
             Angell
             ,
             but
             in
             weight
             too
             light
             )
          
           
             Whose
             fervent
             feature
             did
             inflame
             so
             far
          
           
             The
             Ardent
             fervour
             of
             old
             
               Thomas
               Parr
            
             ,
          
           
             That
             for
             Lawes
             satisfaction
             ,
             't
             was
             thought
             meet
             ,
          
           
             He
             should
             be
             purg'd
             ,
             by
             standing
             in
             a
             Sheet
             ,
          
           
             Which
             aged
             (
             He
             )
             one
             hundred
             and
             five
             yeare
             ,
          
           
             In
             Alberbury's
             Parish
             Church
             did
             weare
             .
          
           
             Should
             All
             that
             so
             offend
             ,
             such
             Pennance
             doe
             ,
          
           
             Oh
             ,
             what
             a
             price
             would
             Linnen
             rise
             unto
             ,
          
           
             All
             would
             be
             turn'd
             to
             sheets
             ,
             our
             shirts
             &
             smocks
          
           
             Our
             Table
             linnen
             ,
             very
             Porters
             Frocks
          
           
             Would
             hardly
             scape
             trans-forming
             ,
             but
             all
             's
             one
             ,
          
           
             He
             suffred
             ,
             and
             his
             Punishment
             is
             done
             .
          
        
         
           
             Another
             Passage
             more
             of
             his
             Life
             .
          
           
             BVt
             to
             proceed
             ,
             more
             serious
             in
             Relation
             ,
          
           
             He
             is
             a
             Wonder
             ,
             worthy
             Admiration
             ,
          
           
           
             Hee
             's
             in
             these
             times
             fill'd
             with
             Iniquity
             )
          
           
             No
             Antiquary
             ,
             but
             Antiquity
             ;
          
           
             For
             his
             Longeuity's
             of
             such
             extent
             ,
          
           
             That
             hee
             's
             a
             living
             mortall
             Monument
             .
          
           
             And
             as
             high
             Towres
             ,
             (
             that
             seeme
             the
             sky
             to
             shoulder
             )
          
           
             By
             eating
             Time
             ,
             consume
             away
             ,
             and
             molder
             ,
          
           
             Vntill
             at
             last
             in
             piece
             meale
             they
             doe
             fall
             ;
          
           
             Till
             they
             are
             buried
             in
             their
             Ruines
             All
             :
          
           
             So
             this
             Old
             Man
             ,
             his
             limbs
             their
             strength
             have
             left
             ,
          
           
             His
             teeth
             all
             gone
             ,
             (
             but
             one
             )
             his
             sight
             bereft
             ,
          
           
             His
             sinewes
             shrunk
             ,
             his
             blood
             most
             chill
             and
             cold
             ,
          
           
             Small
             solace
             ,
             Imperfections
             manifold
             :
          
           
             Yet
             still
             his
             sp'rits
             possesse
             his
             mortall
             Trunk
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             are
             his
             senses
             in
             his
             ruines
             shrunk
             ,
          
           
             But
             that
             his
             Hearing
             's
             quicke
             ,
             his
             stomacke
             good
             ,
          
           
             Hee
             'l
             feed
             well
             ,
             sleep
             well
             ,
             well
             disgest
             his
             food
             .
          
           
             Hee
             will
             speake
             heartily
             ,
             laugh
             ,
             and
             be
             merry
             ;
          
           
             Drinke
             Ale
             ,
             and
             now
             and
             then
             a
             cup
             of
             Sherry
             ;
          
           
             Loves
             Company
             ,
             and
             Vnderstanding
             talke
             ,
          
           
             And
             (
             on
             both
             sides
             held
             up
             )
             will
             sometimes
             walk
             .
          
           
             And
             though
             old
             Age
             his
             face
             with
             wrinckles
             fill
             ,
          
           
             He
             hath
             been
             handsome
             ,
             and
             is
             comely
             still
             ,
          
           
             Well
             fac'd
             ,
             and
             though
             his
             Beard
             not
             oft
             corrected
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             neare
             it
             growes
             ,
             not
             like
             a
             Beard
             neglected
          
           
           
             From
             head
             to
             heele
             ,
             his
             body
             hath
             all
             over
             ,
          
           
             A
             Quick-set
             ,
             Thick-set
             nat'rall
             hairy
             cover
             .
          
           
             And
             thus
             (
             as
             my
             dull
             weake
             Invention
             can
             )
          
           
             I
             have
             Annatomiz'd
             this
             poore
             Old
             Man.
          
           
             Though
             Age
             be
             incident
             to
             most
             transgressing
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             Time
             well
             spent
             ,
             makes
             Age
             to
             be
             a
             blessing
             .
          
           
             And
             if
             our
             studies
             would
             but
             daign
             to
             look
             ,
          
           
             And
             seriously
             to
             ponder
             Natures
             Booke
             ,
          
           
             We
             there
             may
             read
             ,
             that
             Man
             ,
             the
             noblest
             Creature
             ,
          
           
             By
             ryot
             and
             excesse
             doth
             murder
             Nature
             .
          
           
             This
             man
             nere
             fed
             on
             deare
             compounded
             dishes
             ,
          
           
             Of
             Metamorphos'd
             beasts
             ,
             fruits
             ,
             fowls
             ,
             and
             fishes
             ,
          
           
             The
             earth
             ,
             and
             ayre
             ,
             the
             boundlesse
             Ocean
          
           
             Were
             never
             rak'd
             nor
             sorrag'd
             for
             this
             Man
             ;
          
           
             Nor
             ever
             did
             Physician
             to
             (
             his
             coast
             )
          
           
             Send
             purging
             Physick
             through
             his
             guts
             in
             post
             :
          
           
             In
             all
             his
             lifetime
             he
             was
             never
             knowne
             ,
          
           
             That
             drinking
             others
             healths
             ,
             he
             lost
             his
             owne
             ,
          
           
             The
             Dutch
             ,
             the
             French
             ,
             the
             Greek
             ,
             and
             Spanish
             Grape
             ,
          
           
             Vpon
             his
             reason
             never
             made
             a
             Rape
             ;
          
           
             For
             Ryot
             ,
             is
             for
             Troy
             an
             Annagram
             ;
          
           
             And
             Ryot
             wasted
             Troy
             ,
             with
             sword
             and
             flame
             :
          
           
             And
             surely
             that
             which
             will
             a
             Kingdome
             spill
             ,
          
           
             Hath
             much
             more
             power
             one
             silly
             man
             to
             kill
             ,
          
           
           
             Whilst
             sensuality
             the
             Pallat
             pleases
             ,
          
           
             The
             body
             's
             fill'd
             with
             surfets
             ,
             and
             diseases
             ;
          
           
             By
             Ryot
             (
             more
             than
             War
             )
             men
             slaughtred
             be
             ,
          
           
             From
             which
             confusion
             this
             Old
             Man
             is
             free
             .
          
           
             He
             once
             was
             catch'd
             in
             the
             Venerall
             Sin
             ,
          
           
             And
             (
             being
             punish'd
             )
             did
             experience
             win
             ,
          
           
             That
             carefull
             feare
             his
             Conscience
             so
             did
             strike
             ,
          
           
             He
             never
             would
             againe
             attempt
             the
             like
             .
          
           
             Which
             to
             our
             understandings
             may
             expresse
          
           
             Mens
             dayes
             are
             shortned
             through
             lasciviousnesse
             ,
          
           
             And
             that
             a
             competent
             contenting
             Dyet
          
           
             Makes
             men
             live
             long
             ,
             and
             soundly
             sleepe
             in
             quiet
             .
          
           
             Mistake
             me
             not
             ,
             I
             speake
             not
             to
             debar
          
           
             Good
             fare
             of
             all
             sorts
             ;
             for
             all
             Creatures
             are
          
           
             Made
             for
             mans
             use
             ,
             and
             may
             by
             Man
             be
             us'd
             ,
          
           
             Not
             by
             voratious
             Gluttony
             abus'd
             .
          
           
             For
             hee
             that
             dares
             to
             scandall
             or
             deprave
          
           
             Good
             hous-keeping
             ;
             Oh
             hang
             up
             such
             a
             Knave
             ;
          
           
             Rather
             commend
             (
             what
             is
             not
             to
             be
             found
             )
          
           
             Then
             injure
             that
             which
             makes
             the
             world
             renownd
             .
          
           
             Bounty
             hath
             got
             a
             spice
             of
             Lethargie
             ,
          
           
             And
             liberall
             noble
             Hospitallity
          
           
             Lyes
             in
             consumption
             ,
             almost
             pin'd
             to
             death
             ,
          
           
             And
             Charity
             benum'd
             ,
             neere
             out
             of
             Breath
             .
          
           
           
             May
             Englands
             few
             good
             hous-keepers
             be
             blest
          
           
             With
             endlesse
             Glory
             ,
             and
             eternall
             Rest
             ;
          
           
             And
             may
             their
             Goods
             ,
             Lands
             ,
             and
             their
             hapy
             Seed
          
           
             With
             heav'ns
             best
             Blessings
             multiply
             and
             breed
             .
          
           
             'T
             is
             madnesse
             to
             build
             heigh
             with
             stone
             and
             lime
             ,
          
           
             Great
             houses
             ,
             that
             may
             seeme
             the
             Clouds
             to
             clime
             ,
          
           
             With
             spacious
             Halls
             ,
             large
             Galleries
             ,
             brave
             roomes
             ,
          
           
             Fit
             to
             receive
             a
             King
             ,
             Peeres
             ,
             Squires
             and
             Groomes
             ;
          
           
             Amongst
             which
             rooms
             ,
             the
             devill
             hath
             put
             a
             Witch
             in
             ,
          
           
             And
             made
             a
             small
             Tobacco-box
             the
             Kitchin
             ,
          
           
             For
             Covetousnesse
             the
             Mint
             of
             Mischiefe
             is
             ,
          
           
             And
             
               Christian
               Bounty
            
             the
             High-way
             to
             Blisse
          
           
             To
             weare
             a
             Farm
             in
             shoo-strings
             ,
             edg'd
             with
             gold
             ,
          
           
             And
             spangled
             Garters
             worth
             a
             Coppy
             hold
          
           
             A
             hose
             and
             dublet
             ;
             which
             a
             Lordship
             cost
             ,
          
           
             A
             gawdy
             cloake
             (
             three
             Manours
             price
             almost
             )
          
           
             A
             Beaver
             ,
             Band
             ,
             and
             Feather
             for
             the
             head
             ,
          
           
             (
             Priz'd
             at
             the
             Churches
             tythe
             ,
             the
             poor
             mans
             bread
             )
          
           
             For
             which
             the
             Wearers
             are
             fear'd
             ,
             and
             abhorr'd
          
           
             Like
             Ieroboams
             golden
             Calves
             ador'd
          
           
             This
             double
             ,
             treble
             a
             god
             man
             ,
             I
             woe
             ,
          
           
             Knowes
             and
             remembers
             when
             these
             things
             were
          
           
             Good
             wholsome
             labour
             was
             his
             exercise
             ,
          
           
             Down
             w
             th
             the
             Lamb
             ,
             &
             with
             the
             Lark
             would
             rise
             ,
          
           
           
             In
             myre
             and
             toyling
             sweat
             hee
             spent
             the
             day
             ,
          
           
             And
             (
             to
             his
             Teame
             )
             he
             whistled
             Time
             away
             ;
          
           
             The
             Cock
             his
             night
             Clock
             ,
             and
             till
             day
             was
             done
             ,
          
           
             His
             Watch
             ,
             and
             chiefe
             Sun-Diall
             ,
             was
             the
             Sun.
          
           
             Hee
             was
             of
             old
             Pithagoras
             opinion
             ,
          
           
             That
             green
             cheese
             was
             most
             wholsom
             (
             with
             an
             onion
             )
          
           
             Course
             ,
             Mesclin
             Bread
             ,
             and
             for
             his
             daily
             swigg
             ,
          
           
             Milke
             ,
             Butter-milk
             ,
             and
             Water
             ,
             Whay
             ,
             and
             Whigg
             ;
          
           
             Sometimes
             Metheglin
             ,
             and
             by
             fortune
             happie
             ,
          
           
             He
             sometimes
             sip'd
             a
             Cup
             of
             Ale
             most
             nappie
             ,
          
           
             Syder
             ,
             or
             Perry
             ,
             when
             her
             did
             repaire
          
           
             T'
             a
             Whitson
             Ale
             ,
             Wake
             ,
             Wedding
             ,
             or
             a
             Faire
             ,
          
           
             Or
             when
             in
             Christmas
             time
             he
             was
             a
             Guest
          
           
             At
             his
             good
             ,
             Land-lords
             house
             amongst
             the
             rest
          
           
             Else
             hee
             had
             little
             leasure
             Time
             to
             waste
             ,
          
           
             Or
             (
             at
             the
             Ale
             house
             )
             huffe-cap
             Ale
             to
             taste
             .
          
           
             Nor
             did
             hee
             ever
             hunt
             a
             Taverne
             Fox
             ,
          
           
             Ne're
             knew
             a
             Coach
             ,
             Tobacco
             ,
             or
             the
             Pox
             ,
          
           
             His
             Phisicke
             was
             good
             Butter
             ,
             which
             the
             soyle
          
           
             Of
             Salop
             yeelds
             ,
             more
             sweet
             than
             Candy
             oyle
             ,
          
           
             And
             Garlick
             hee
             esteem'd
             above
             the
             rate
          
           
             Of
             Venice-Triacle
             ,
             or
             best
             Mithridate
             .
          
           
             Hee
             entertain'd
             no
             Gowt
             ,
             no
             Ache
             he
             felt
             ;
          
           
             The
             ayre
             was
             good
             ,
             and
             temp'rat
             where
             he
             dwelt
             ,
          
           
           
             Whilst
             Mavisses
             ,
             and
             sweet
             tongu'd
             Nightingales
          
           
             Did
             chant
             him
             Roundelayes
             ,
             and
             Madigals
             .
          
           
             Thus
             living
             within
             bounds
             of
             Natures
             Lawes
             ,
          
           
             Of
             his
             long
             lasting
             life
             may
             be
             some
             cause
             .
          
           
             For
             though
             th'
             almighty
             all
             mans
             daies
             do
             measure
             ,
          
           
             And
             doth
             dispose
             of
             life
             and
             death
             at
             pleasure
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             Nature
             being
             wrong'd
             ,
             mans
             dayes
             and
             date
          
           
             May
             be
             abridg'd
             ,
             and
             God
             may
             tollerate
             .
          
           
             But
             had
             the
             Father
             of
             this
             
               Thomas
               Parr
            
             ,
          
           
             His
             Grand-father
             ,
             and
             his
             Great
             grand-father
             ,
          
           
             Had
             their
             lives
             threds
             so
             long
             a
             length
             been
             spun
             ,
          
           
             They
             (
             by
             succession
             )
             might
             from
             Sire
             to
             Son
          
           
             Have
             been
             unwritten
             Chronicles
             ,
             and
             by
          
           
             Tradition
             shew
             Times
             mutabillity
             .
          
           
             Then
             Parr
             might
             say
             he
             heard
             his
             Father
             well
             ,
          
           
             Say
             that
             his
             Grand-fire
             heard
             his
             Father
             tell
          
           
             The
             death
             of
             famous
             Edward
             the
             Confessor
             ,
          
           
             (
             Harrold
             )
             and
             William
             Conq'rour
             his
             successor
             ;
          
           
             How
             his
             Son
             Robert
             wan
             Ierusalem
             ,
          
           
             Ore-came
             the
             Sarazens
             ,
             and
             Conquer'd
             them
             :
          
           
             How
             Rufus
             raign'd
             ,
             and
             's
             Brother
             Henry
             next
             ,
          
           
             And
             how
             usurping
             Stev'n
             this
             Kingdome
             vext
             :
          
           
             How
             Mawd
             the
             Empress
             (
             the
             first
             Henries
             daughter
             )
          
           
             To
             gaine
             her
             Right
             ,
             fill'd
             England
             full
             of
             slaughter
             :
          
           
           
             Of
             second
             
               Henry's
               Rosamond
            
             the
             faire
             ,
          
           
             Of
             
               Richard
               Cuer-de-lyon
            
             ,
             his
             brave
             heire
             ,
          
           
             King
             Iohn
             ,
             and
             of
             the
             foule
             suspition
          
           
             Of
             Arthurs
             death
             ,
             Iohns
             elder
             Brothers
             Son.
          
           
             Of
             the
             third
             Henries
             long
             raigne
             (
             sixty
             yeares
             )
          
           
             The
             Barons
             wars
             ,
             the
             losse
             of
             wrangling
             Peeres
             ,
          
           
             How
             Long-shanks
             did
             the
             
               Scots
               &
               French
            
             convince
             ,
          
           
             Tam'd
             Wales
             ,
             and
             made
             his
             haples
             son
             their
             Prince
             .
          
           
             How
             second
             Edward
             was
             Carnarvon
             call'd
             ,
          
           
             Beaten
             by
             Scots
             ,
             and
             by
             his
             Queen
             inthrall'd
             .
          
           
             How
             the
             third
             Edward
             ,
             fifty
             yeares
             did
             raigne
             ,
          
           
             And
             t'
             honor'd
             Garters
             Order
             did
             ordaine
             .
          
           
             Next
             how
             the
             second
             Richard
             liv'd
             and
             dy'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             how
             fourth
             Henries
             faction
             did
             divide
          
           
             The
             Realme
             with
             civill
             (
             most
             uncivill
             )
             war
          
           
             Twixt
             long
             contending
             Yorke
             and
             Lancaster
             .
          
           
             How
             fift
             Henry
             swayd
             ,
             and
             how
             his
             son
          
           
             Sixt
             Henry
             ,
             a
             sad
             Pilgrimage
             did
             run
             .
          
           
             Then
             of
             fourth
             Edward
             ,
             and
             faire
             Mistrisse
             Shore
             ,
          
           
             King
             Edwards
             Concubine
             Lord
             Hastings
             (
             —
             )
          
           
             Then
             how
             fift
             Edward
             ,
             murthered
             with
             a
             trick
          
           
             Of
             the
             third
             Richard
             ;
             and
             then
             how
             that
             Dick
          
           
             Was
             by
             seventh
             Henries
             slaine
             at
             Bosworth
             field
             ;
          
           
             How
             he
             and
             's
             son
             th'
             eighth
             Henry
             ,
             here
             did
             wield
          
           
           
             The
             Scepter
             ;
             how
             sixt
             Edward
             swayd
             ,
          
           
             How
             Mary
             rul'd
             ,
             and
             how
             that
             royall
             Mayd
          
           
             Elizabeth
             did
             Governe
             (
             best
             of
             Dames
             )
          
           
             And
             Phenix-like
             expir'd
             ,
             and
             how
             just
             Iames
          
           
             (
             Another
             Phenix
             )
             from
             her
             Ashes
             claimes
          
           
             The
             right
             of
             Britaines
             Scepter
             ,
             as
             his
             owne
             ,
          
           
             But
             (
             changing
             for
             a
             better
             )
             left
             the
             Crowne
          
           
             Where
             now
             't
             is
             ,
             with
             King
             Charles
             ,
             and
             may
             it
             be
          
           
             With
             him
             ,
             and
             his
             most
             blest
             Posterity
          
           
             Till
             time
             shall
             end
             ;
             be
             they
             on
             Earth
             renown'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             after
             with
             Eternity
             be
             crown'd
             .
          
           
             Thus
             had
             Parr
             had
             good
             breeding
             ,
             (
             without
             reading
             )
          
           
             Hee
             from
             his
             sire
             ,
             and
             Grand
             sires
             sire
             proceeding
             ,
          
           
             By
             word
             of
             mouth
             might
             tell
             most
             famous
             things
          
           
             Done
             in
             the
             Raigns
             of
             all
             those
             Queens
             and
             Kings
             .
          
           
             But
             hee
             in
             Husbandry
             hath
             bin
             brought
             up
             ,
          
           
             And
             nere
             did
             taste
             the
             Helliconian
             cup
             ,
          
           
             He
             nere
             knew
             History
             ,
             nor
             in
             mind
             did
             keepe
          
           
             Ought
             ,
             but
             the
             price
             of
             Corne
             ,
             Hay
             ,
             Kine
             ,
             or
             Sheep
             .
          
           
             Day
             found
             him
             work
             ,
             and
             Night
             allowd
             him
             rest
             .
          
           
             Nor
             did
             Affaires
             of
             Stae
             his
             braine
             molest
             .
          
           
             His
             high'st
             Ambition
             was
             ,
             A
             tree
             to
             lop
             ,
          
           
             Or
             at
             the
             furthest
             to
             a
             May-poles
             top
             ,
          
           
             His
             Recreation
             ,
             and
             his
             Mirths
             discourse
          
           
           
             Hath
             been
             the
             Pyper
             ,
             and
             the
             Hobby-horse
             .
          
           
             And
             in
             this
             simple
             sort
             ,
             hee
             hath
             with
             paine
             ,
          
           
             From
             Childhood
             liv'd
             to
             bee
             a
             Child
             againe
             .
          
           
             'T
             is
             strange
             ,
             a
             man
             that
             is
             in
             yeares
             so
             growne
          
           
             Should
             not
             be
             rich
             ,
             but
             to
             the
             world
             't
             is
             knowne
             ,
          
           
             That
             hee
             that
             's
             borne
             in
             any
             Land
             ,
             or
             Nation
             ,
          
           
             Vnder
             a
             Twelve-pence
             Planet's
             Domination
             ,
          
           
             (
             By
             working
             of
             that
             Planets
             influence
             )
          
           
             Shall
             never
             live
             to
             be
             worth
             thirteene
             pence
             .
          
           
             Whereby
             (
             although
             his
             Learning
             cannot
             show
             it
             )
          
           
             Hee
             's
             rich
             enough
             to
             be
             (
             like
             mee
             )
             a
             Poet.
          
           
             But
             er'e
             I
             doe
             conclude
             ,
             I
             will
             relate
          
           
             Of
             reverend
             Age's
             Honourable
             state
             ;
          
           
             Where
             shall
             a
             young
             man
             good
             Instructions
             have
             ,
          
           
             But
             from
             the
             Ancient
             ,
             from
             Experience
             grave
             ?
          
           
             Roboam
             ,
             (
             Sonne
             and
             Heire
             to
             Solomon
             )
          
           
             Rejecting
             ancient
             Counsell
             ,
             was
             undone
          
           
             Almost
             ;
             for
             ten
             of
             twelve
             Tribes
             fell
          
           
             To
             Ieroboam
             King
             of
             Israel
             .
          
           
             And
             all
             wise
             Princes
             ,
             and
             great
             Potentates
          
           
             Select
             and
             chuse
             Old
             men
             ,
             as
             Magistrates
             ,
          
           
             Whose
             Wisedome
             ,
             and
             whose
             reverend
             Aspect
             ,
          
           
             Knowes
             how
             and
             when
             to
             punish
             or
             protect
             .
          
           
             The
             Patriarkes
             long
             lives
             before
             the
             Flood
             ,
          
           
           
             Were
             given
             them
             (
             as
             't
             is
             rightly
             understood
             )
          
           
             To
             store
             and
             multiply
             by
             procreations
             ,
          
           
             That
             people
             should
             inhabit
             and
             breed
             Nations
             .
          
           
             That
             th'
             Ancients
             their
             Posterities
             might
             show
          
           
             The
             secrets
             Deepe
             ,
             of
             Nature
             how
             to
             know
          
           
             To
             scale
             the
             skie
             with
             learn'd
             Astronomy
             ,
          
           
             And
             found
             the
             Oceans
             deepe
             profundity
             ;
          
           
             But
             chiefly
             how
             to
             serve
             ,
             and
             to
             obey
          
           
             God
             ,
             who
             made
             them
             out
             of
             slime
             and
             clay
             ;
          
           
             Should
             men
             live
             now
             ,
             as
             long
             as
             they
             did
             then
             ,
          
           
             The
             Earth
             could
             not
             sustaine
             the
             Breed
             of
             Men.
          
           
             Each
             man
             had
             many
             wives
             ,
             which
             Bigamie
             ,
          
           
             Was
             such
             increase
             to
             their
             Posterity
             ,
          
           
             That
             one
             old
             man
             might
             see
             before
             he
             dy'd
             ,
          
           
             That
             his
             owne
             only
             off-spring
             had
             supply'd
          
           
             And
             Peopled
             Kingdomes
             .
          
           
             But
             now
             so
             brittle's
             the
             estate
             of
             man
             ,
          
           
             That
             (
             in
             Comparison
             )
             his
             life
             's
             a
             span
             .
          
           
             Yet
             since
             the
             Flood
             it
             may
             be
             proved
             plaine
             ,
          
           
             That
             many
             did
             a
             longer
             life
             retaine
             ,
          
           
             Than
             him
             I
             write
             of
             ;
             for
             Arpachshad
             liv'd
          
           
             Foure
             hundred
             thirty
             eight
             ,
             Shelah
             surviv'd
          
           
             Foure
             hundred
             thirty
             three
             yeares
             ,
             Eber
             more
             ,
          
           
             For
             he
             liv'd
             twice
             two
             hundred
             sixty
             foure
             .
          
           
           
             Two
             hundred
             yeares
             Terah
             was
             alive
             ,
          
           
             And
             Abr'ham
             liv'd
             one
             hundred
             seventy
             five
             .
          
           
             Before
             Iob's
             Troubles
             ,
             holy
             writ
             relates
             ,
          
           
             His
             sons
             and
             daughters
             were
             at
             marriage
             states
             ,
          
           
             And
             after
             his
             restoring
             ,
             't
             is
             most
             cleare
             ,
          
           
             That
             he
             surviv'd
             one
             hundred
             forty
             yeare
             .
          
           
             
               Iohn
               Buttadeus
            
             (
             if
             report
             be
             true
             )
          
           
             Is
             his
             name
             that
             is
             stil'd
             ,
             
               The
               Wandring
               Iew
            
             ,
          
           
             'T
             is
             said
             ,
             he
             saw
             our
             Saviour
             dye
             ;
             and
             how
          
           
             He
             was
             a
             man
             then
             ,
             and
             is
             living
             now
             ;
          
           
             Whereof
             Relations
             you
             (
             that
             will
             )
             may
             reade
             ;
          
           
             But
             pardon
             me
             ,
             't
             is
             no
             part
             of
             my
             Creed
             .
          
           
             Vpon
             a
             Germanes
             Age
             ,
             't
             is
             written
             thus
             ,
          
           
             That
             one
             
               Iohannes
               de
               Temporibus
            
          
           
             Was
             Armour-bearer
             to
             brave
             Charlemaigne
             ,
          
           
             And
             that
             unto
             the
             age
             he
             did
             attaine
          
           
             Of
             yeares
             three
             hundred
             sixty
             one
             ,
             and
             then
          
           
             Old
             
               Iohn
               of
               Times
            
             return'd
             to
             Earth
             agen
             .
          
           
             And
             Noble
             Nestor
             ,
             at
             the
             siege
             of
             Troy
             ,
          
           
             Had
             liv'd
             three
             hundred
             yeares
             both
             Man
             and
             boy
             .
          
           
             Sir
             
               Walter
               Rawleigh
            
             (
             a
             most
             learned
             Knight
             )
          
           
             Doth
             of
             an
             Irish
             Countesse
             ,
             Desmond
             write
             ,
          
           
             Of
             seven
             score
             yeares
             of
             Age
             ,
             he
             with
             her
             spake
             :
          
           
             The
             Lord
             Saint
             Albanes
             doth
             more
             mention
             make
          
           
           
             That
             she
             was
             Married
             in
             Fourth
             Edwards
             raigne
             ,
          
           
             Thrice
             shed
             her
             Teeth
             ,
             which
             three
             times
             came
             againe
             .
          
           
             The
             
               High-land
               Scots
            
             and
             the
             Wilde-Irish
             are
          
           
             Long
             liv'd
             with
             Labour
             ,
             hard
             ,
             and
             temperate
             fare
             .
          
           
             Amongst
             the
             Barbarous
             Indians
             some
             live
             strong
          
           
             And
             lusty
             ,
             neere
             two
             hundred
             winters
             long
             ?
          
           
             So
             as
             I
             said
             before
             my
             Verse
             now
             sayes
          
           
             By
             wronging
             Nature
             ,
             men
             cut
             off
             their
             dayes
             .
          
           
             Therefore
             (
             as
             Times
             are
             )
             He
             I
             now
             write
             on
             ,
          
           
             The
             age
             of
             all
             in
             Britane
             hath
             out
             gone
             ;
          
           
             All
             those
             that
             were
             alive
             when
             he
             had
             Birth
             ,
          
           
             Are
             turn'd
             againe
             unto
             their
             mother
             earth
             ,
          
           
             If
             any
             of
             them
             live
             ,
             and
             doe
             replye
             ,
          
           
             I
             will
             be
             sorry
             ,
             and
             confesse
             I
             lye
             .
          
           
             For
             had
             he
             bin
             a
             Marchant
             ,
             then
             perhaps
          
           
             Stormes
             ,
             Thunderclaps
             ,
             or
             feare
             of
             Afterclaps
             ,
          
           
             Sands
             ,
             Rocks
             ,
             or
             Roving
             Pyrats
             ,
             Gusts
             and
             stormes
          
           
             Had
             made
             him
             (
             long
             ere
             this
             )
             the
             food
             of
             worms
             ,
          
           
             Had
             he
             a
             Mercer
             ,
             or
             a
             Silk-man
             bin
             ,
          
           
             And
             trusted
             much
             in
             hope
             great
             game
             to
             win
             .
          
           
             And
             late
             and
             early
             striv'd
             to
             get
             or
             save
          
           
             His
             Gray
             head
             long
             ere
             now
             had
             been
             i'
             th
             Grave
             .
          
           
             Or
             had
             he
             been
             a
             Iudge
             or
             Magistrate
             ,
          
           
             Or
             of
             Great
             Counsell
             in
             Affaires
             of
             state
          
           
           
             Then
             dayes
             important
             businesse
             ,
             and
             nights
             cares
          
           
             Had
             long
             ere
             this
             ,
             Interr'd
             his
             hoary
             haires
             :
          
           
             But
             as
             I
             writ
             before
             ,
             no
             cares
             opprest
             him
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             ever
             did
             Affaires
             of
             State
             molest
             him
             .
          
           
             Some
             may
             object
             ,
             that
             they
             will
             not
             believe
          
           
             His
             Age
             to
             be
             so
             much
             ,
             for
             none
             can
             give
          
           
             Account
             thereof
             ,
             Time
             being
             past
             so
             far
             ,
          
           
             And
             at
             his
             Birth
             there
             was
             no
             Register
             .
          
           
             The
             Register
             was
             ninty
             seven
             yeares
             since
          
           
             Giv'n
             by
             th'
             eight
             Henry
             (
             that
             Illustrious
             Prince
             )
          
           
             Th'
             yeare
             fifteene
             hundred
             fourty
             wanting
             twaine
          
           
             And
             in
             the
             thirtieth
             yeare
             of
             that
             Kings
             raigne
             ;
          
           
             So
             old
             Parr
             now
             ,
             was
             almost
             an
             old
             man
             ,
          
           
             Neere
             sixty
             ere
             the
             Register
             began
             .
          
           
             I'
             have
             writ
             as
             much
             as
             Reason
             can
             require
             ,
          
           
             How
             Times
             did
             passe
             ,
             how
             's
             Leases
             did
             expire
             ;
          
           
             And
             Gentlemen
             o'
             th
             County
             did
             Relate
          
           
             T'
             our
             g●acious
             King
             by
             Their
             Certificate
          
           
             His
             age
             ,
             &
             how
             time
             w
             th
             gray
             haires
             hath
             crownd
             him
          
           
             And
             so
             I
             leave
             him
             older
             than
             I
             found
             him
             .
          
        
         
           FINIS
           .