ALL THE WORKS OF JOHN TAYLOR THE WATER-POET Being 63 in Number COLLECTED INTO ONE VOLUME By the Author With Sundry new Additions, Corrected, Revised, and newly IMPRINTED. 1630.   

ALL THE WORKS OF JOHN TAYLOR THE WATER-POET.  
Being Sixty and three in Number.  
Collected into one Volume by the AUTHOR: With sundry new Additions, corrected, revised, and newly Imprinted, 1630.  
AT LONDON, Printed by J.B. for JAMES BOLER; at the sign of the Marigold in Paul's Churchyard, 1630.   

To the Right HonouraBLE THE LORD MARQVESSE HAMILTON, Master of the Horse to his MAJESTY, JAMES HAMILLTON: ANAGRAMMA, I AMM ALL HONESTY.  
Of words, 'tis vain to use a Multitude,  
Your very Name all Goodness doth include.  
TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE, THE Lord Steward of his Majesty's Honourable HOUSEHOLD,  
WILLIAM HERBERT EARL OF PENBROKE ANAGRAMMA. LIBERALY MEEK●, FOR REPUTE HONOURABLE.  
What can be more than is explained here,  
T' express a worthy well deserving Peer?  
TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE, THE LORD Chamberlain of his Majesty's most Honourable HOUSEHOLD,  
PHILIP HERBERT EARL OFFA MONTGOMERY. ANAGRAMMA, FIRM FAITH BEGOT ALL MY PROPER HONOR.  
Firm faith begot mi●e honour (says my name)  
And my firm faith shallever keep the same.   


To the Author, john Taylor.  
Waste ever keowne to any time before,  
That so much skill in Poesy could be,  
Th'attendant to a Skull, or painful oar?  
Thou livest in water, but the fire in thee;  
That mounting Element, that made thee choose,  
To court Urania, the divinest Muse.  
Row on: to watermen did never blow  
Agale so good, none so much goodness know.  
THOMAS BREWER.   

IOhannes Tailerus 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉:  
Ira! an honesté lusi:  
Lusi et stigmata pessimis inussi,  
Paucis, paru●; furunt, sed oh meorum  
Ira ipsa arbitra, siste; tu librorum  
Virus evome! honesté an ipse lusi?  
Respon.   

Ars nivea hos lenit, 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉.  
VErbis verbera corripi merentes,  
Non est ira; used ampla mititudo.  
Esse 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉, decet Poetam,  
Sed non 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉, 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 renendum est.  
Frendens rabula carnifex vocetur.  
Qui aurem vellit, is artifex habetur,  
Quo sque urit levis ira commerentes  
Hos lenit nivea ar●, scitè monentis,  
Ergo ludis honesté, amor notabit  
Naevos leniter; hostis aggravabit.  
T. G.   

Ad amicum meritò dilectum, johannem Tailor aliàs, aquinatem, vulgó Poëtam aquaticum hendecasyllabae.  
QVod numen Thamesis vagae per undas  
Plectro, ludit, eburno deorum?  
Physis dicitur; eius hic sacerdos  
Fundit millia mille ab ore cantus,  
His mulcens lepidum artibus popellum.  
Hunc quaerit Dea, & hunc docet sua, illi  
Tam secreta libenter illa pandit;  
Quam tam rara decenter ille pendit.  
Hic verò rutilos Tagi lapillos  
Et grandes Orientis, uniones.  
Si his mysteria tanta conferantur  
Tricas, quisquiliasque censet omnes.  
De te sabula tota mi johannes  
Verso nomine, scito, praedicatur.  
Parnassus cerebrum tuum est bifurcus;  
Cor, fons est Helicon, sedentque linguâ  
Et Musae, & Charites, venustiores.  
Ipse es, tu tibi suggerens Apollo  
Extrà nil opus invocare Dives  
Naturae tibi sat fauor; ministrans  
Intus pectore delitet feraci.  
Quod multis labor improbus dat aegré  
Suffuratio et impudens librorum  
Instinctus genij tui ingenique  
Momento intimat: euge perge lymphas,  
Plus ultra; Thamesis beate; Cygnos  
Moeandri vada tortuosa curui  
Non tot quot Thamesis canora nutrit,  
Te vicisse iwabit hos canendo,  
Nos iwabit, & omnia imprimendo.  
Hoc si feceris; unda dum manebit,  
Atque aestus Thamesis manebis ipse;  
Et campanus; ut est propheta Aquinas:  
Anglicanus eris poeta Aquinas,  
T. G.   

To my worthy and well-deserving friend, our welknown hydropoet, JOHN TAYLOR.  
Some till their throats ache cry aloud and hollo  
To aucupate great favours from Apollo.  
One Bacchus and some other Venus urges,  
To bless their brain-brats. Those caerulean surges,  
Gyrdling the earth, emball thy nerves, and season  
Those animal parts, quick Organs of man's reason.  
This Nimph-adored sountaine fare excels,  
Aganipe Aon; all that Bubulkes wells.  
These danced about thy Quinbro-bo●te to kiss thee,  
And often since roar out because they miss thee.  
These wyned with love sick Thame the banks o'rswel water,  
To visit their ingenious darlings Cell.  
Blue Neptune's salt tempered with Thames sweet  
Make thee both tart and pleasing. What theatre  
Of late; could Cinthius, half starved mists persuade  
T' applaud; nay not to hisse at what they made?  
Then call on Neptune still; let Delos sink  
Or swim; for thee let Phoebus look, or wink  
Whilst his poor Priests grow mad with ill success:  
That still the more they writ they please the less.  
Thine Amphitritean Muse grows more arrident,  
And Phoebus tripos, stoops to Neptune's trident.  
R. H.   

To his friend the Author.  
IN sport I hitherto have told thy same,  
But now thy Muse doth merit greater Name:  
Soars high to Heaven, from earth and water flies,  
And lea●ing base matters, mounts the skies.  
Where hidden knowledge, she doth sweetly sing,  
Careless of each inferior common thing.  
Oh that my Soul could follow her in this,  
To shun fowl sin, and seek eternal bliss!  
Her strength grows great, and may God ever send,  
Me to amend my faults, as she doth mend.  
ROBERT BRANTHWAITE.   

To my honest friend, john Taylor.  
WHat shall I say, kind Friend, to let thee know  
How worthily I do this work esteem?  
Whereof I think I cannot too much deem,  
From which I find a world of wit doth flow.  
The poor unpolished praise I can bestow  
Vpon' this well deserving work of thine,  
Which here I freely offer at thy Shrine,  
Is like a Taper, when the Sun doth show,  
Or bellowes help for Eol's breath to blow:  
For thou as much haste soared beyond the flraine,  
Whereto our common Muses do attain:  
As Cintyhaes' light exceeds the worms that glow●  
And were my Muse reple at with learned phrase,  
The world should know thy work deserveth praise.  
Thine in the best of friendship, RICHARD LEIGH.   

To the deserving author, john Taylor.  
IT is disputed much among the wise,  
If that there be a water in the skies:  
If there be one: no Waterman before,  
Was ever known to row in't with his Oar.  
If none; such is thy high surmounting pen,  
It soars above the strain of Watermen:  
Whether there be or no, seek fare and near,  
thou'rt matchless sure in this eur hemispheere.  
WILLIAM BRANTHWAITE Cant.   

To my friend john Taylor.  
ROw on (good Waterman) and look back still,  
(Thus as thou dost) upon the Muse's Hill,  
To guide thee in thy course: Thy Boate's a sphere  
Where thine Urania moves divinely. clear.  
Well hast thou plied and (with thy learned Oar)  
Cut through a Riner, to a nobler shore,  
Then ever any landed-at. Thy sail,  
(Made all of clouds) swells with a prosperous gale.  
Some say, there is a Ferryman of Hell,  
The Ferryman of Heaven, I now know well,  
And that's thyself, transporting souls, to Bliss.  
URANIA sits at Helm and Pilot is;  
For Thames, thou hast the lactea via found,  
Be thou with bays (as that with stars is) crowned.  
THOMAS DEKKAR.    

A Catalogue of all the several Books contained in this VOLUME.  

Tailors Urania.  
The first part of the troubles and destructions of jerusalem.  
The second part and final destruction of jerusalem by Titus and Vespasian  
The life and death of the most blessed amongst women, The Virgin Mary, the mother of our Lord jesus Christ.  
Superbiae flagellum, or the Whip of Pride.  
Against cursing and swearing.  
The fearful Summer.  
The Travels of twelvepences.  
The Armado, or Navy of Ships that sail as well by land as by sea.  
The Beggar, or the praise of beggar's beggary and begging.  
Tailor's Goose.  
jacke a Lent.  
Tailor's penniless Pilgrimage, or journey (without money) from London to Edinburgh in Scotland, and back to London.  
The Acts and exploits of Wood the great Eater, in Kent.  
Sir Gregory Nonsense.  
A very merry Wherry voyage from London, to York with a pair of Oars.  
A new Discovery, (by sea) with a wherry, from London to Salisbury.  
A Kicksie winsie, or a Lerry cum Twang.  
Tailor's Motto.  
An Epicedium or mournful death-song for Coriats' supposed drowning.  
The eight Wonder of the world, or Coriats' reviving.  
Laugh and be fat.  
Coriats' News and letter with the Authors paraphrasing verses.  
A Bawd very modest.  
A Whore very honest.  
A Thief very true.  
A Hangman very necessary.  
The unnatural Father.  
Tailor's Revenge against Fenner.  
Fenners Defence.  
A Cast over the water to Fenner.  
The Waterman's suit concerning players.  
Wit and mirth.  
A Dog of War.  
The World runs on wheels.  
The Nipping or snipping of abuses.  
A brief of the Chronicle from Brute to this present in Verse.  
A Brief of the Chronicle from the Norman Conquest to this present.  
A Farewell to the Tower bottles.  
The Marriage of the Princess Elizabeth.  
A funeral Elegy for King james.  
A funeral Elegy for the Earl of Nottingham.  
A funeral Elegy for the Earl of holderness.  
A funeral Elegy for the Bishop of Winchester.  
A funeral Elegy for the Duke of Richmond and Linox.  
A funeral Elegy for john Moray Esquire.  
The Sum of the Bible in verse.  
The Sum of the Book of Martyrs in verse.  
Archie his making peace with France.  
The Praise of Hempseed.  
Tailor's Pastoral.  
Three weeks and three days travels from London into Germany.  
Tailor's Travel to Bohemia.  
An English man's love to Bohemia.  
The Dolphin's danger and deliverance.  
The Cormorant.  
Abrave Sea-fight by Captain john Weddell in the gulf of Persia.  
The Sculler.  
Christian admonitions.  
The great. O Toole  
The Church's deliverances.  
Prince Goals his welcome from Spain.  
The praise of clean linen.   
These Books in number sixty three are here,  
Bound in one Volume; scattered here and there,  
They stand not thus in order in the book;  
But any man may find them, that will look.   

TO THE MOST HIGH, MOST MIGHTY, AND MOST ANCIENT PRODUCER, SEDUCER, AND ABUSER OF MANKIND, THE WORLD.  
MOst Potent and Powerful Imposture, take it not amiss that I a poor worm of your own breeding, do (in way of retribution) give you here the increase of my Talent, which I have been almost 60 years a gathering. It was told me that when I first came to visit you, that I cried and Waw'ld, and that when I leave you, I shall sigh and groan: and ever since I knew you, I have loved you so well for the good parts I have seen in you, that I could very willingly be glad to change you for a better. I know not what Title to put upon you, you have as many styles already as the great Turk; with the soldier, you are a hard World; with the Divine, you are a wicked world; with the Lawyer you are a contentious world, with the Courtier you are a slippery world; with most men a mad world; and with all men a bad world. The Devil (your brother) and your sister the (Flesh) hath quite spoiled you of all your good qualities and conditions; and (worse than that) they have made you blind, that you cannot or will not see your own faults, and you have blinded all your inhabitants that they can neither feel or perceive their miseries: for which cause, I have made bold to dedicate this Volume to your greatness, wherein (as in a glass) you may view your imperfections. Here shall you see all your four ages now combined in one; first, This is the Golden age, for Gold can do any thing; it can both clear and blear the eyes of justice: it can turn Religion into Policy, Piety into perjury, and what not. Silver indeed looks white, and white is the colour of Age (Ergo the Silver age) which though it run in an inferior strain to Gold, yet it works wonders, and without it there is no market kept in Church or Commonwealth: for whosoever is King, Pecunia is Queen. The Brazen age is apparent in every man's impudency; most men and women's foreheads or our-sides (which are their actions) do manifest that they live in an age of Brass. Lastly, the Iron age is palpably present, for many soldiers (who maintain their lives with daily seeking their deaths) have stomaches like Ostriches, and (through want of means) they eat up their swords and pistols. Amongst all these, I have long time noted your great bounty, you have been so favourable to give some men as much ambition as served them (justly) for the breaking of their necks. To some you have given Abundance, and you have made that Abundance beget Avarice, and that Avarice to beget destruction: some you have furnished with beauty, and that beauty hath confounded chastity: on some you have (suddenly) thrown honours and promotions, and those you have loaden with envy, slander & continual perplexities. In a word, your gifts are so mischievously mixed, as wit with beggary, folly with wealth, and the like, that I protest I am weary of you, which makes me thus bold to tell you of your jadish tricks. You never favoured me, and therefore I have no reason to flatter you, nor will I flatter you or any man that shall or will do me favour. I never will make my tongue like a plasterers Trowel, to daub and smooth over the vices or villainies of any, with Sicophantizing Parasitical flattery. World, all that I crave of thee living, is a grave when I am dead; and although I flatter thee not; yet I love thee not, (nor have I any reason for it) for to me thy fawn have been frownings, thy benevolence malevolence, the courtesies, cares and crosses, and thy riches (innumerable) restlesle perturbations: beside, when our blessed Saviour was upon the earth, thy estate was so vile and damnable, that though he prayed for his tormentors and crucifiers, yet he only excluded the World (by name) out of his prayer saying, I pray not for the world: and can there be any hopes that thou art any better now than thou wert then; nay, it is to be doubted that thou art rather worse. So that if any man will say that he hath occasion to love thee, he is either a fool or a mad man: indeed our first father was too diffident towards God, and too credulous toward Thee; our first mother was a liar, and our first brother was a murderer, this is the sweet kindred we came of; yet thou (Obewitching world) dost puff us up with pomp, making us forget our original, and esteem ourselves Demie-gods, when we are fare less than men; there is a more resemblance of immortality in a suit in Law, then in the life of a man; and we are so credulous, that when the whoremaster is called honest man, the Knave will believe himself to be so. Truth is (and ever hath been) dangrous to be spoken. It cost john Baptist his head, and Clitus his life.  
World, I have two requests to thee, which if thou grant me I will never thank thee: the first is good clothes, (for those bear a monstrous sway) because I have occasion to speak with great men, and without good clothes (like a golden sheath to a leaden blade) there is no admittance. Secondly, that thou wilt keep close from my Readers all prejudicate opinions, or let them be persuaded that this following Book is not of my writing; for opinion doth work much in such cases; There were Verses once much esteemed for their goodness, because it was thought that a learned Italian Poet named Sanazarus made them; but afterward, being found to be of a poor man's writing, they lost their estimation. An Anthem was once sung before the Duchess of Urbin, and but slightly regarded; but after, being known that jaquin de pris made it, it was extolled. So for my poor inventions of my poorer self, were it nameless, I am persuaded that it would pass more blameless, howsoever (world) to thee I send it; I know thou hast many humours and qualities, and I hope to find some of the best of them, resolving to take my lot as it falls with patience, fortitude, and as many virtues as I have, and more too; knowing myself for two conditions to have no fellow; first, in being a Sculler; secondly a Water-poet; of the last of which, there is and shall be no more I hope. And knowing further, that the way to immortality, is ever to remember mortality, and that death hath more manners than an Ague; for death will be a man's guest but once, which when he comes, I wish all men ready to bid him welcome; So world, in plain terms I tell you there is no trust in you (yet I like a fool put you in trùst with my Book) the reason is, I am weary of you and it, and take leave to leave you.  
JOHN TAYLOR.   

Errata, or Faults to the Reader.  
faults, but not faults escaped, I would they were,  
If they were faults escaped, they were not here:  
But here they are, in many a page and line,  
Men may perceive the Printers faults, or mine.  
And since my faults are here in prison fast,  
And on record (in print) are like to last,  
Since the Correctors let them pass the Press,  
And my occasions mixed with sicknesses,  
And that four Printers dwelling fare asunder,  
Did print this book, pray make the faults no wonder.  
I will confess my faults are scaped indeed,  
If they escape men's Censure when they read.  
No Garden is so clear, but weeds are in't,  
All is not Gold that's coined in the Mint;  
The Rose hath prickles, and the spots of sin,  
Oft takes the fairest features for their Inn.  
Below the Moon no full perfection is,  
And always some of us are all amiss.  
Then in your reading mend each misplaced letter,  
And by your judgement make bad words sound better.  
Where you may hurt, heal; where you can affect,  
There help and cure, or else be not too strict.  
Look through your fingers, wink, connive at me,  
And (as you meet with faults) see, and not see.  
Thus must my faults escape, (or escape never,)  
For which, good Readers, I am yours for ever.  
JOHN TAYLOR.   

In laudem Authoris.  
THou hast no learning, yet with learned skill  
Thou dost write well, although thy means be ill.  
And if I could, I would thy merits raise,  
And crown thy temples with immortal Bays.  
Thine in the best of friendship, ABRAHAM VIELL.   

TAILORS URANIA.  

To the Understander.  
SEe here the Pride and Knowledge of a Sailor,  
His Spritsail, Foresail, Main-saile, & his Mizz●●;  
A poor frail man, God wots, I know none frailer:  
I know for Sinners, Christ is dead, and risen.  
I know no greater sinner than john Taylor,  
Of all, his Death did Ransom out of Prizzen,  
And therefore here's my Pride, if it be Pride,  
To know Christ, and to know him Crucified.   

(1)  
Eternal God, which in thine arms dost Grasp  
All past, all present, and all future things:  
And in inevitable doom dost clasp  
The lives and deaths of all that dies and springs,  
And at the doomefull day will once unhaspe  
Th'accusing book of Subjects and of Kings.  
In whom though ending nor beginning be,  
Let me (O Lord) begin and end in thee.   

(2)  
All cogitations vain from me remove,  
And cleanse my earthly and polluted heart:  
Inspire me with thy blessings from above,  
That (to thy honour) I with Artless Art  
May sing thy justice, Mercy, and thy Love;  
Possess me with thy Grace in every part,  
That no profane word issue from my pen,  
But to the Glory of thy name; Amen.   

(3)  
I do beseech thee, gracious loving Father,  
Reject me not in thy sharp judging Ire:  
But in thy multitude of Mercies Rather  
Recall me to thee, Recollect me Nigher,  
My wand'ring Soul into thy bosom Gather,  
And with thy Grace my graceless heart Inspire,  
Dictate unto my mind what it may think,  
Writ with thy Spirit what I may write with ink.   

(4)  
Thou all things waste cu'n then when nothing was,  
And then, thou all things didst of nothing make:  
Of nothing All thou still hast brought to pass,  
And all again, to nothing must betake.  
When sea shall burn, and land shall melt like brass,  
When hills shall tremble, and the mountain's quake.  
And when the World to Chaos turne● again,  
Then thou Almighty All, shalt All remain.   

(5)  
And since this universal massy ball  
This earth, this air, this water, and this fire,  
Must to a ruin and a period fall,  
And all again to nothing must retire:  
Be thou to me my only All in All,  
Whose love and mercy never shall expire.  
In thee I place my treasure and my trust,  
Where Felon cannot steal, or canker rust.   

(6)  
All things (but only God) at first began,  
The uncreated God did all Create:  
In him Alone is equal will and can,  
Who hath no ending, or commencing date.  
To whose Eternity all time's a span  
Who was, is, shallbe, ever in one state.  
All else to nothing hourly doth decline,  
And only stands upon support Divine.   

(7)  
Our high Creator our first Parents formed,  
And did inspire them with his heavenly spirit:  
Our Soules-seducer (Satan) them deformed,  
And from God's favour did them disinherit:  
Our blessed Redeemer them again reformed,  
And ransomed them by his unbounded merit.  
Thus were they formed, deformed, reformed again  
By God, by Satan, and our Saviour's pain.   

(8)  
Man's Generation did from God proceed  
A mortal Body, and a Soul Eternal:  
Degeneration was the Devil's deed,  
With false delusions and with lies infernal:  
Regeneration was our Saviour's meed,  
Whose death did satisfy the wrath supernal.  
Thus was man found, and lost, and lost was found  
By Grace; with Glory ever to be crowned.   

(9)  
Man was Produc'de, seduced, and reduc'de  
By God, by Satan, and by God again:  
From good to ill, from ill he was excusd'e  
By merit of th'immortal Man of men.  
The unpolluted blood from him was sluc'de,  
To save us from damnation's dreadful den.  
Thus man was made, and marred, and better made,  
By Him who did sin, death, and hell invade.   

(10)  
Let man consider then but what he is,  
And contemplate on what erst he hath been:  
How first he was created heir of bliss,  
And how he fell to be the Child of sin;  
How (of himself) he hourly doth amiss,  
And how his best works do no merit win,  
Except acceptance make them be esteemed,  
Through his obedience that our Souls redeemed.   

(11)  
Before thou wast, remember thou wast nought,  
And out of nought (or nothing) thou wast framed:  
And how thy Body being made and wrought  
By God, was with a living Soul inflamed:  
And how th'eternal Nomenclator taught  
Thee name all Creatures that were ever named,  
And made thee Stuard of the world's whole treasure  
And placed thee in a Paradise of pleasure.   

(12)  
Then wast thou Viceroy to the King of heaven,  
And great Lieutenant to the Lord of hosts:  
The rule of all things unto thee was given,  
At thy command all creatures served like posts  
To come or go, and at thy beck were driven  
Both near and fare, unto the farthest coasts.  
God all things made, as servants unto thee  
Because thou only shouldst his servant be.   

(13)  
He gave life unto herbs, to plants, and trees,  
For if they wanted life, how could they grow?  
A beast hath life and sense, moves, feels, and sees,  
And in some sort doth good and evil know:  
But man's before all Creatures in degrees:  
God life, and sense, and reason did bestow.  
And left those blessings should be transitory,  
He gave him life, sense, reason, grace, and glory.   

(14)  
Then let our meditations scope be most,  
How at the first we were created good:  
And how we (wilful) grace and goodness lost  
And of the sons of God, were Satan's brood.  
Then think the price, that our Redemption cost  
Th'eternal Son of Gods most precious blood.  
Remember this whilst life and sense remain,  
Else life, and sense, and reason are in vain.   

(15)  
Thou to requite thy God that all thee gave,  
Ingratefully against him didst rebel:  
Whereby from Regal state, thou turnedst slave,  
And heavenly justice doomed thee down to hell.  
As thy rebellion from thy God thee drove,  
So 'gainst thee all things to rebellion fell.  
For when to heaven thy due obedience ceased,  
Thy disobedience taught each brutish beast.   

(16)  
Now see thy miserable wretched state,  
Thou and the earth is ●k● with thee accursed:  
All worldly things, which thee obeyed of late,  
In stiff commotion now against thee burst:  
And thee for ever driven from Eden gate,  
To live an exiled wretch, and which is worst,  
Thy soul, (God's darling) fell from her preferment,  
To be the Devil's thrall, in endless torment.   

(17)  
But Mercies sea hath quenched justice fire,  
And Heavens high heir (in pity of man's case)  
In person came, and satisfied God's ire,  
And graceless man new Repossessed in Grace.  
The Son of God came down, to raise us higher,  
To make us Glorious, he himself made ba●●.  
To draw us up, down unto earth he came,  
And honoured us, by putting on our shame.   

(18)  
Who can conceive the Glory he was in  
Above the heavens of heavens in threaned in bliss?  
Who can conceive the loss that he did win  
To rectify and answer our amiss?  
Who can conceive the Mountains of our sin,  
That must be hid with such a sea as this?  
No heart, no tongue, no pen of mortal wight  
These things can once conceive, or speak, or write.   

(19)  
Man may collect th'abundance of his vice,  
And the dear love his God to him did bear,  
In thinking on th'inestimable price  
Was paid his un●e-pollated ●ou●e to clear,  
To give him an immortal Paradise,  
And to redeem his foes, to pay so deare.  
For if our sins had not been more then much,  
The ransom of them sure had not been such.   

(20)  
The blood of any mighty mortal King  
Was insufficient this great debt to pay:  
Archangel's power, or Angels could not bring  
A Ransom worth forbcarance but a day;  
The only Son of God must do this thing,  
Else it must be undone, and we for aye.  
God was the Creditor, and man the debtor,  
Christ (God & man) did pay, none could pay better.   

(21)  
Then since thy sinful Some from Grace was lost,  
And since by Grace it hath found Grace again:  
Since being lost, so great a price is lost,  
T'enfranchise it from everlasting pain,  
And since thy crimes are quit, thy debts are crossed,  
Thy peace with God, the way to heaven made plain  
Let not all this in vain for thee be done,  
But thankful be to God, through Christ his Son.   

(22)  
Forget not thou art ashes, earth, and dust,  
And that from whence thou cam'st, then shalt again:  
And at the last Trump that appear thou must,  
When Procseys and Essoynes are all in vain:  
Where just and ●●iust, shall have judgement just,  
For ever doomed to endless joy, or pain.  
Where though that thou be damned, it is God's glory,  
Thy wife, thy son, thy fire, will not be sorry.   

(23)  
Me thinks it should make man this world to lot●e  
When that which will a thousand clothe and feed:  
It should but only one man feed and cloth  
In ●ares excess, and gorgewisnesse of weed:  
Yet this brave canker, this consuming moth  
(Who in his life ne'er means to do good deed)  
Must be ad ored for those good parts he wa●●●s,  
By fearful Fools, and flattering s.   

(24)  
Hath he the title of an earthly grace?  
Or hath he Honour, Lordship, Worship? or  
Hath he in Court some great commanding place?  
Or hath he wealth to be regarded for?  
If with these honours, virtue he embrace,  
Then love him; else his p●ck ●oi●t pomp abhor.  
" Sunshine on dung-h●ls makes them ●●●●●● the more,  
" And Honour shows all that was had before.   

(25)  
Shall men give reverence to a painted trunk  
That's nothing but all outside, and within  
Their senses are with black damnation drunk,  
Whose heart is Satan's Taphouse, or his Inne●  
Whose Reputation inwardly is ●unk●,  
Though outwardly raised up, and swollen with ●●●  
I think it worse then to adore the Deui●●,  
To worship his base instrumenrs of ●uill.   

(26)  
No, look upon the Man, and not his Case,  
See how he doth his Maker imitate:  
If Grace supernal, give internal Grace,  
That makes his mind on virtue contemplate,  
That holds this world, and all things in't as base,  
Knows death makes happy, or unfortunate.  
That doth no wrong, for fovour, ●●●●●e, or fear,  
And lays on each, that each det●ru's to bear.   

(27)  
Such men (no doubt) but few such living are,  
For they are thickly so●'d, and thinly growed,  
The purest Wheat is mixed with the Tare,  
The humble minds, are servile to the proud.  
Vice Revels, and poor virtue's poor and bare,  
Hypocrisy into the Church will crowd.  
So man must more than human ●●●●it possess,  
T'escape the baits and inares of wickedness.   

(28)  
The Atheist of the Scriptures can dispute,  
That one would deem him a Religious man:  
The Temporizer to the Time will suit,  
Although his Zeal be Machimillian.  
Then there's a Faith that seldom yields good fruit,  
And though impure, is called a ‛ ●●●●●tan.  
A thousand Sei●● in thousand Pr●●●●●, shapes  
Are Times true Turne-c●ates, and Religions Apes.   

(29)  
The greatest plague, that ever came from Hell,  
Is to be puffed and stuffed with self-conceit:  
When men too Ill, esteem themselves too well,  
When overvalued worth proves light in weight,  
When Self-love and Ambition makes us swell  
Above the limits of Discretions height.  
When the poor lay displays his borrowed plumes;  
And man (unfeeling sin) to sin presumes.   

(30)  
But if thy feathered pride, Icarian-high  
Doth soar too fare above true Reasons bound:  
Th'eternal Sun thy waren wings will fry,  
Thy fatal Fall, thy Folly shall confound.  
Who (like that Cretan) mounts ambitiously,  
In Seas of sorrow shall (like him) be drowned.  
By pride the Caldean Monarchy decreased,  
A King (the best of men) was made a Beast.   

(31)  
The state of Man may be compared well  
Unto a Kingdom governed well or ill:  
For if his Rule and Policy excel,  
His Reason (like a Queen) commands his will.  
But if seditious Passions do rebel,  
They Reason's Court with all disorder fill,  
And overrun her careless Commonwealth,  
With murder, fraud, oppression, whoredom, stealth.   

(32)  
The Sences are this Kingdom's Court of Guard,  
To keep their Queen secure from terrene treason:  
Great is the trust and safety of this Ward,  
Whilst they give true Intelligence to Reason:  
But if this Guard their duties not regard,  
And misinform their Queen at any season;  
Then right for wrong and wrong for right she'll construe,  
And in her Apprehension proves a Monster.   

(33)  
The Hearing, Sight, the Taste, the Smell and Touch,  
If Vices do present themselves for objects:  
And they (incredulous) not deem them such,  
Informing Reason that they are good Subjects;  
If Reason's judgement be not more then much,  
She entertains for Worthies these base Abjects:  
Who spoil her Court, and break her Kingdom's frame,  
And turn her State and Glory into shame.   

(34)  
The Appetite, the Fancy, and the Will,  
(Spiritual Fa●nkies) are Reasons Peers:  
Who (of themselves) do counsel all things ill,  
Not knowing what is true, but what appears:  
If she attend, what only they instill,  
She takes in mere delusions through her ears:  
And they at last will thrust her from her Throne,  
And then (usurping Rebels) sit thereon.   

(35)  
These Vassals having got the Regal sway,  
Enforce the Commons which are the Affections,  
Their hateful hellish precepts to obey,  
With promise of their favours and protections:  
Th' Affections all agree, and all do pay  
These Miscreants their tributes and subjections,  
And now is Reason banished, and they threat,  
She ne'er shall gain again her awful seat.   

(36)  
Th'usurping Heart, sometimes doth reign as King,  
Sometimes the Brain is Counsellor of State:  
The Eyes and Ears, Intelligence do bring,  
The Tongue (as Herald) tidings doth relate.  
The Hands and Feet do execute each thing,  
Which these intruding Tyrant's love or hate.  
And every Member plays a painful part,  
To serve a swimming Brain, and swelling Heart.   

(37)  
The Fancy (like an Ape) skips to, and fro,  
Gins a thousand things, and endeth none:  
Makes, mars, forbids, and bids, no, yea, yea, no,  
Do, and undo, hold fast, and let alone:  
Run, stay, up, down, stand, fall, go, come, come, go;  
Sad, glad, mad, witty, foolish, mirth and move.  
Thus Fancy doth in Apish toys delight  
To serve the greedy maw of appetite.   

(38)  
And Appetite (as doth a big-wombed Dame)  
Lusts, longs, desires, and must have this and that:  
Herbs, roots, fruits, flowers, Fish, Fowle, Beasts wild and tame  
She must & will have, well she knows not what:  
Whilst Fancy, and Imagination frame  
Themselves more nimbly than a mousing Cat,  
Still searching what the Appetite desires,  
Superfluous meats, drinks, babbles, and attires.   

(39)  
The Memory's Lord Keeper of the Treasure,  
And great Recorder of this world of dust:  
The Understanding gives true justice measure  
To Good, to Bad, to Just, and to Unjust;  
Invention and Remembrance wait the leisure  
Of Memory; and Understanding must  
Have Wisdom for her fellow, and her guide,  
Else Prince, and Peers, and Commons stray aside.   

(40)  
Truth, and false Lying, on the Tongue attends;  
The one instructs her plainly in the troth,  
The other's proper, and improper, ends  
Doth reach to lie, and vouch it with an oath:  
The Tongue love's one of these, yet both contends,  
But she wants entertainment for them both.  
At last she takes in Lying for her Page,  
And bids Truth walk a beggar's Pilgrimage.   

(41)  
When Wisdom must give Folly cap and knee,  
When harebrained will, o'er Wit doth rule & reign,  
When Lying, shall make Truth regardless be,  
When Love is paid with hatred and disdain:  
When Sense and Appetite do all agree  
To serve a false rebellious heart and brain;  
When they have Reason's Court, thus undermined,  
It is a sign that understanding's blind.   

(42)  
Then is the place where Virtue doth abode,  
Made a foul Rendezvouz for filthy Vice:  
The Temple of the holy Spirit of God  
Esteems his blessed presence of no price.  
Man spurns against his just revenging Rod  
Worse than the jews, that for his Coat cast Dice.  
Men fall'n into a reprobated Sense,  
Dread not their Maker's great Omnipotence.   

(43)  
Then what art thou, polluted earthly clod,  
Thou, span, thou froth, thou bubble, and thou smoke:  
Worse than the dust, that underfoot is trod,  
Darest thou thy Maker's fury to provoke?  
Why wilt thou (wilful) thy perdition plod,  
And with damnation thy salvation choke?  
Christ bought thy Soul, and lent it thee to use it,  
'Tis one of thine; and therefore not abuse it.   

(44)  
Darest thou profane with thy ungodly breath  
His name, that did (before the world) elect thee?  
Darest thou dare him his justice sword t'unsheath?  
Darest thou provoke his mercy to reject thee?  
Darest thou run headloug to perpetual death,  
Whereas eternal torments shall correct thee?  
And darest thou (wretched worm) of earthly race,  
Belch blasphemy against thy Maker's Grace?   

(45)  
He thou offendest is the King of Kings,  
Heaven Earth and Hell, do tremble at his frown:  
Bright Angels and archangels always sings  
Before the seat of his immortal Crown:  
His foes to fell confusion down he slings,  
He gives his servant's Honour and Renown.  
His power's not circumscribed here, or there  
But all in all, is all, and everywhere.   

(46)  
Can nothing move thy flinty heart to Ruthe,  
That of thyself thou some remorse wouldst take;  
And not to spend thy beauty, strength, and youth,  
To serve the Sovereign of the Stygian Lake?  
Say not, to morrow, thou wilt seek the truth,  
And when sin leaves thee, thou wilt sin forsake.  
When thou no more (through weakness) canst offend,  
Then lame, old, rotten, thou wilt God attend.   

(47)  
When hoary hair, and blood all frozen chill,  
When eyes wax dim, and limbs are weak & lame:  
And that no more thy rash rebellious will  
Cannot perform vile deeds of sin and shame:  
When thou hast lost thy strength to do more ill,  
Then unto Heaven, thy mind thou 'ginst to frame.  
Thy youth in Satan's service being spent,  
In age thou thinkest on God, and dost repent.   

(48)  
suppose a man that's much engaged to thee,  
Hath a good Horse, which thou dost much desire:  
Thou offerest for him thrice his worth, to be  
The Master of this Beast thou dost require:  
But this ingrate full wretch will not agree  
To give, to sell him thee, or let thee hire,  
But lets him (all his youth) be rid by those  
Who are thy spiteful, and thy mortal foes:   

(49)  
And when he's lean, and old, and lame, and blind.  
Galled, foundered, filtby, wanting no disease:  
Bots, Glanders, Spavin, broken in the wind,  
Not a tooth left to mumble on beans and pease:  
Then this Companion, (most unkindly kind)  
Will let thee have this Palfrey, if thou please,  
If now (past good) thou scornest to receive him,  
he'll slay his skin off, & the dogs shall have him.   

(50)  
Betwixt thy God and thee, such is the case:  
When thou art young, strong, sound of wind and limb.  
Thy soul and body shuns his heavenly Grace,  
Thou wilt not serve thy God, nor wait on him:  
But (heedless) headlong runnest a hellish race,  
Till age hath brought thee to the graves hard brim:  
Then (being clogged with sin, diseased and foul)  
Thou offerest God thy body and thy soul.   

(51)  
But dost thou think he is at thy command,  
Or that his mercy must attend thy leisure?  
Or dost thou think thou canst in judgement stand  
And scape the justice of his high displeasure?  
Or dost thou think that his Almighty hand  
Is shortened? or that his supernal pleasure  
Regards not how the Sons of Men do live?  
Or that without Repentance he'll forgive?   

(52)  
Sly Satan's Rage is almost at an end,  
And well he knows his domination's short.  
He therefore now doth all his Engines bend  
To batter and confound our fleshly Fort;  
He and his Ministers do all attend  
To draw us to his damned infernal Court.  
For if he lose our souls at latest cast.  
'twill be too late when all his power is past.   

(53)  
And therefore now he plots his devilish drifts,  
To separate us from our God so loving:  
In making us unthankful for his gifts,  
And by our heinous sins his Anger moving,  
Whilst wings of Faith our prayers upwards lifts  
To praise our Maker (as is best behoving)  
Then Satan kills our Zeal, and unawares  
We are entangled in vile worldly snares.   

(54)  
God made enough, all men to satisfy,  
Yet not enough to give one Man content:  
For he that had the world's whole foveraigntie,  
Would covet for a further continent.  
Ambitious thirst of fading Dignity  
(As though they were for ever permanent)  
Doth banish Love, and every heavenly Motion,  
Blinds all our Zeal, and murders our Devotion.   

(55)  
'Tis truly writ in many a thousand story,  
And thousand thousand sheets of blotted paper  
Declares how terrene things are transitory,  
Incertain certain, wasting like a Taper.  
How frothy painted Pomp, and greedy Glory  
When least we think, doth vanish like a vapour.  
Experience teacheth this, and truth bewrays it,  
And various humane accidents displays it.   

(56)  
To day great Dives in a purple coat,  
With Epicurian Appetite doth feed:  
His cups with Wine do overflow and float,  
His bags with quoin, his heart from fear is freed,  
And on the world, and wealth doth only dote,  
(As if his death, his life should not succeed.)  
He love's himself, himself love's him again,  
And liu's a hated wretch, of God and Men.   

(57)  
Nor stone, or dropsy, or the groaning Gout  
Can make him with his wealth to live in hate,  
He (maugre pain) takes pleasure to find out  
New Projects to increase his too great state;  
To marry much to much, he casts about,  
And never dreams of his expiring date,  
Until he hear the fatal bell to toll,  
And Hell stand gaping to devour his Soul.   

(58)  
I'have heard of an extortionizing Cur,  
That hath been numbed and senseless, as a log;  
Who neither limb, or leg, or joint could stir,  
But on his deathbed grunting like a Hog●  
And almost speechless with his rattling Murr,  
Yet care of Coin his conscience did so clog,  
That not a thought of Heaven he could afford,  
But ten ● the hundred was his latest word.   

(59)  
Thus Gold that should be captive unto all,  
Doth captivated his Keeper, as a slave:  
Who like an Idol doth before it fall,  
And never means another God to have.  
And when Heaven's Pursuivant, gr●m-Death, doth call  
To warn him to his unavoided Grave,  
Until his jaws be crawed, and rammed with mould,  
he'll speak or (speechless) make a sign for gold.   

(60)  
We ought no form Creature to adore,  
Or frame will-worship in our idle brain:  
Nor of the Angels must we ought implore,  
For Man and Angels help is all but vain;  
Yet purblind Avarice still gapes for more,  
And makes his Mammonuish God his gain:  
He plays the Bawd, his money is the Whore,  
Whilst it breeds Bastards, he doth hold the door:.   

(61)  
He thinks his life Angelical, because  
Amongst the Angels he doth spend his time:  
And Royal he will be, for in his paws  
The royals are ensnared like birds in lime:  
And with his Nobles he ordaineth jaws,  
That base extortion shall not be a crime.  
He marks how Kingdoms, Provinces, and Towns,  
Are overruled by his cursed Crowns.   

(62)  
But if he note his Angels, what they be;  
Not heavenly, nor yet those from Heaven that fell:  
But they are in a third, and worse degree  
Dumb damned senseless ministers of Hell.  
They cannot smell, or feel, taste, hear, or see,  
And thousand times being told, yet cannot tell,  
they're locked, and barred, and bolted up in thrall,  
Which shows their Nature not Angelical.   

(63)  
His royals doth not Royalize himself,  
Or make him better than he is, or was,  
In spite of all his ill got cankered Pelf,  
he's but a miserable golden Ass:  
The Devil's dear darling, a most hateful Else,  
Which as Hell's Factor on the Earth doth pass.  
Were every hair about him made a Royal,  
He were a Wreath, to God and Men disloyal.   

(64)  
His Nobles no way doth ennoble him,  
Their Counsel cannot mend his Rascal mind:  
His heart's obdurate, and his eyes are dim  
To think or see, t'ward good to be inclined.  
he'll venture soul and body, life and ●●●●●  
To scrape and scratch what he must leave behind.  
His Nobles thus, ignobly make him live,  
And headlong to the Devil, their Master, drive.   

(65)  
Amongst his Marks he never marketh how  
He spends, or lends, or gives, his ill got store:  
He marks to make it multiply and grow,  
And for the use of Fifty takes a score.  
He never dreads Heavens dreadful angry bro●●e,  
But daily grinds the faces of the poor.  
Let vengeance thunder, and let Hell's dog bark,  
Amongst his Marks, of Grace he hath no mark.   

(66)  
And though a world of Crowns are in his hand,  
For every Crown might he a Kingdom have,  
His state no better (in my mind) should stand  
Then a rich Beggar, or a kingly Slave.  
He should his Crowns, and they not him command,  
They (Vassall-like) should do what he should crave.  
Lo thus the Crowns their Sovereign overswayes,  
They rule and Reign, he like a Slave obeys.   

(67)  
Thus Angels to a C●usffe, are a curse,  
His royals makes his baseness fare more base:  
His Nobles, his ignoble mind make worse;  
His Marks, are marks and figures of disgrace:  
And Crowns usurpeth in his Niggard purse,  
And in his heart Contentment hath no place.  
For Angels, royals, Marks and Crowns  
Can put no virtue, in the minds of Clowns.   

(68)  
The only slave of slaves, is Monies slave,  
He pines in plenty, staru's amidst his store:  
Dies living, and doth live as in a Grave,  
In wealthy- want, and in abundance poor:  
The Goods he hath, he badly doth depratte,  
And only cares how he may purchase more.  
For he himself cannot afford himself  
A good meal's meat, for wasting of his pelf.   

(69)  
His fear's his wealth, his torment his delight,  
His Conscience foul, affrightful is his sleep:  
His hope despair, his mirth in sadness dight,  
His joys are Cares, what he hath got to keep:  
His Rest, is restless unrest day and night,  
And in a Sea of Melancholy deep,  
Amidst his large possessions liu's in lack,  
And dies in debt to's belly and his back.   

(70)  
Me thinks I hear a Miser-Churle object,  
None rails at Wealth, but those which live in want:  
The idle Grasshopper cannot affect  
The toilsome labours of the frugal Ant:  
The prodigal by no means will be checked  
So much as when his Purses lining's scant.  
The Fox doth scorn the Grapes, but wots you why?  
Because out of his reach, they hang too high.   

(71)  
So doth a sort of poor and needy Hinds,  
The scum and dregs, of every Common wealth:  
The shag-rag-shag-hand crew, whose boundless minds  
Must be supplied with shifting, or by stealth.  
Like sick men, when their pains their Reason blinds  
They envy all men that are well in health.  
So doth a swarm of Drones, and idle mates  
Revile and envy at our happy states.   

(72)  
But let them storm, and ra●●e, and curse, and swear,  
Within our coffers, we will keep the Gold:  
Let them themselves, themselves in pieces tear.  
What we have got with toil, with care we'll hold.  
What is't doth men to reputation rear,  
But when their goods & wealth grows manifold,  
We care not then, let needy Rascals rail  
Till Tyburn eat them, or some loathsome jail.   

(73)  
Thus doth a Wretch his thirst of Gaine excuse,  
And makes his bad trade good with show of thrift:  
Himself, (continual) with himself doth muse  
Upon some purchase, or some gaining drift;  
And as a Hog, his downward looks do use  
To poare, and not aloft his eyes to lift.  
He takes Heaven's fruit, & hoardeth up the same,  
And ne'er remembers God, from whence it came.   

(74)  
But fill thy bags, till they are over-filld,  
And empt thy conscience more, (if more thou can)  
Raise higher rents, and let thy Land be tilled,  
And tell thyself thou art a happy man.  
Pull down thy Barns, and boasting bigger build,  
As if thy blessed state were new began.  
Then comes a voice, with horror and off right,  
Thou fool, I'll fetch away thy soul this night.   

(75)  
And tell me then, who shall these Goods possess  
That thou hast damned thyself to purchase them?  
Who shall be heir to all thy vain excess,  
For which thy soul, that dear (too dear) bought I●●●●,  
In hazard is, of endless wretchedness  
Being banished from the new jerusalem.  
The goods are ill, that doth the world control,  
Whose cursed gain, doth lose the Owners soul.   

(76)  
What's in the world should make men wish to live,  
If men could well consider what it is:  
What in the world that happiness can give,  
Which is not drowned in sorrows black Abis●?  
What goods in the world can a man achieve,  
But woe and misery, o'rewhelmes his bliss?  
No pleasures, or contentments steadfast are:  
For all we can call out'ts, is only Care.   

(77)  
I'have seen a Gallant, mounted all in gold  
Like Alexander, on Bucephalus:  
The ground (in his conceit) too base to hold  
Him, whom the smiles of Fortune favours thus.  
But in his height of heat, how soon he's cold,  
By death, snatched from his pomp, himself, & us!  
His Name, and Noble-Mushrom-fame forgot,  
And all things (but his shame) must lie and rot.   

(78)  
The beauteous Lady, that appears a Saint,  
Of Angel's form, and Heaven admired hue:  
That can (by Art) defective Nature paint,  
And make false colours to the eye seem true:  
Yet Death at last, her brau'ry doth attaint,  
And (spite her Art) she must pay Nature's due.  
The rarest features, and the fairest forms  
Must dye and rot, and be consumed with wormer.   

(79)  
Wealth, Beauty, as they are abused or used,  
They make the Owners either cursed or blessed:  
As Good or Ill is in the mind infused,  
They add a joyful rest, or woes unrest:  
To use them well theyare blessed, but if abused,  
Thy God doth thee & them loath and detest:  
And turns his blessings, which should most content thee,  
To dreadful cursings, which shall still torment thee.   

(80)  
Seek than Heaven's Kingdom, and things that are right,  
And all things else shall be upon thee cast:  
Thy days of joy shall never turn to night,  
Thy blessed state shall everlasting last.  
Live still, as ever in thy Maker's sight,  
And let Repentance purge thy vices past.  
Remember thou must drink of deaths sharp cup,  
And of thy Stewardship account give up.   

(81)  
Hadst thou the beauty of fair Absalon,  
Or did thy strength the strength of Samson pass:  
Or could thy wisdom match wise Solomon,  
Or might thy riches Croesus' wealth surpass;  
Or were thy pomp beyond great Babylon,  
(The proudest Monarchy that ever was,)  
Yet Beauty, Wisdom, Riches, Strength, and State,  
Age, Death, and Time, will spoils and ●●●●●.   

(82)  
Make of the World, no more then as it is,  
A vale of Cares, of miseries, and woes:  
Think of it, as the sink of all amiss,  
That blinds our Senses with deceiving shows:  
Account it as a den of baleful bliss,  
The which (unthought of) all estates o'erthrows,  
How Satan in it bears a Lordly sway,  
And how none but his subjects it obey.   

(83)  
And whilst thou runnest this transitory race,  
Use well the blessings God to thee hath sent:  
Do Good with them whilst thou hast time & space,  
And know they are but things unto thee lent.  
Know that thou must appear before God's face,  
To answer if they well, or ill be spent.  
If thou hast spent them well, than heaven is thine,  
If ill, thou'rt damned to hell, by doom Divine.   

(84)  
But ten times happy shall that Steward be,  
Which at the last the Lord shall faithful find:  
Heart, tongue or eyes, cannot think, speak, or see  
The glory that to him shall be assigned.  
He shall outpass the Angels in degree,  
He shall outshine all Stars that ever shined.  
He shall for ever, and for ever sing  
Eternal praises to his God and King.   

(85)  
Unto which God the Father, first and last,  
Whose goodness, all conseru's, preseru's, and seeds:  
To God the Son, whose merits down hath cast  
Sin, death, and hell, (due unto sinners meeds.)  
To thee O Holy Ghost, that ever wast  
The blessing that from Sire, and Son proceeds;  
And to the undevided Three in One,  
All Power, and Praise, and Glory be alone.   
FINIS.   

TO THE TRVELY WORTHY, AND RIGHT HONOURABLE JOHN MORAY, L. VISCOUNT ANNAN, EARL OF Annandale, one of the Gentlemen of his Majesty's Royal Bedchamber; Earth's Honours, and Heaven's happiness.  
THis Book, (Good Sir) the issue of my brain,  
Though fare unworthy of your worthy view,  
Yet I in duty offer it to you,  
In hope you Gently it will entertain.  
And though the Method and the Phrase be plain,  
Not Artlike writ, as to the style is due,  
Yet is it void of any thing untrue;  
And truth, I know, your favour shall obtain.  
The many favours I from you have had,  
Hath forced me thus to show my thankful mind:  
And of all faults, I know no vice so bad  
And hateful, as ingratefully inclined.  
A thankful Heart, is all a poor man's pelf,  
Which, (with this Book) I give your Worthy Self.  
Your Worships, ever most obliged, JOHN TAYLOR.   

THE SEVERAL SIEGES, ASSAULTS, SACKING, AND FINAL DESTRUCTION OF the Famous, Ancient, and memorable City of JERUSALEM.  
THe justice, Mercy, and the Might I sing  
Of heavens inst, merciful, Almighty KING.  
By whose foreknowledge all things were elected,  
Whose power hath all things made, & all protected,  
Whose Mercies flood hath quenched his justice flame,  
Who was, is, shall be One, and still the same.  
Who in the Prime, when all things first began,  
Made all for Man, and for himself made Man.  
Made, not begotten, or of humane birth,  
No Sire but God, no Mother but the Earth;  
Who ne'er knew Childhood, of the sucking teat,  
But at the first was made a man complete.  
Whose inward Soul, in Godlike form did shine  
As Image of the Majesty Divine.  
Whose supernatural wisdom, (beyond Nature)  
Did name each sensible, and senseless creature,  
And from whose Starlike, Sand-like Generation,  
Sprung every Kindred, Kingdom, Tribe, and Nation.  
All people then, one language spoke alone,  
Interpreters the world than needed none:  
There lived then no learned deep Grammarians,  
There were no Turks, no Scythians, no Tartarians,  
Then all was one, and one was only all  
The language of the universal Ball.  
Then if a Traveller had gone as fare  
As from the Arctic to th' Antarctic star,  
If he from Boreas unto Auster went,  
Or from the Orient to th' Occident,  
Which way soever he did ●●● or mind,  
He had been sure his Countryman to find.  
One hundred, thirty winters since the Flood,  
The Earth one only language understood:  
Until the son of Cush, the son of Cham,  
A proud cloud-scaling Tower began to frame,  
Trusting that if the world again were drowned,  
He in his lofty building might rest sound;  
All future Floods, he purposed to prevent,  
Aspiring to Heavens glorious Battlement.  
But high jehovah, with a puff was able  
To make ambitious Babel out a babble.  
(For what is man, that he should dare resist  
The great Almighty's power, who in his fist  
Doth gripe Eternity, and when he please  
Can make, and unmake, Heaven, and Earth, & Seas?)  
For in their expectation of conclusion,  
He plagued them all with sundry Tongues confusion.  
Such Gibberish Gibble Gabble all did tangle,  
Some laugh, some fret, all prate, all differing wrangle;  
One calls in Hebrew to his working Mate,  
And he in Welsh Glough whe● Comrage doth prate.  
Another gapes in English, or in Scotch,  
And they are answered in the French or Dutch,  
Caldaicke, Syriac, and Arabian,  
Greek, Latin, Tuscan, and Armenian,  
The Transiluaniae, and Hungarian,  
The Persian, and the rude Barbarian;  
All these, and diverse more than I can number,  
Misunderstanding tongues did there encumber.  
Thus he that sits in Heaven their plots derided,  
And in their height of pride, their tongues divided.  
For in this sudden unexpected change,  
The wife and husband, Sire and son were strange,  
The Brother could not understand the Brother,  
The Daughter stands amazed at her Mother,  
By every one a several part is acted,  
And each unto the other seemesdistracted.  
Thus by the justice of the Lord of Hosts  
Each several tongue was driven to several coasts,  
And GOD (peculiar) to himself did choose  
His most beloved, yet hardhearted jews.  
jehovahs' honour with them then did dwetl,  
His name was only known in Israel,  
Salem his habitation was of yore,  
In Zion men his Glory did adore.  
Th' Eternal Trine, and Trine Eternal One  
In jury than was called on alone,  
The sons of Heber, were the adopted stock,  
Gods only Chosen, holy sacred Flock,  
Amongst all Nations, them he only liked,  
And for his own use, them he could and piked;  
Them his sin-killing, saving word he gave  
T'instruct them, what condemned, and what would save,  
To them he gave his word, his Covenants band,  
His Patriarches his Prophets, and his hand  
Did bless, defend, instruct, correct, and guide  
The jews and no one Nation else beside.  
For them, a world of wonders hath he done,  
To them, he sent his best begotten Son,  
On them, a Land he freely did bestow,  
Where milk and honey plenteously did flow,  
With them he was, till they from him did turn,  
And wilfully against his blessings spurn;  
All heavenly earthly Souls, or Bodies good  
They lacked no temp'rall, or eternal food.  
His Temple builded in jerusalem,  
Where he had daily sacrifice from them,  
Where though their service was defect and lame,  
Th' Almighty's mercy did accept the same.  
(For though Man's sin is great, God hath decreed  
To take his best endeavour for a deed.)  
And whilst they in his love and fear abode,  
They were his people, he their gracious God.  
But when impieties began to breed  
And overgrow old jacobs' sacred seed,  
When they from good to bad began to fall,  
From ill to worse, from worst, to worst of all,  
When Gods great mercies could not them allure,  
And his sharp threatenings could not them procure,  
When each one's body was unto the soul  
A loathsome Dungeon, to a prisoner foul.  
When sin (all shameless) the whole Land o'rspreads,  
Then God threw dreadful vengeance on their heads:  
And for their heinous heaping sin on sin,  
jerusalem hath oft assaulted been.  
First, Shishak, Egypt's King, with might and main  
Made havoc there, in Rehoboams' Reign;  
The City, Temple, Golden vessels, Shielas,  
All (as a prey) to the Egyptians yields.  
Next loas came, the King of Israel,  
In Amaziahs', days with fury fell;  
He brought judea to Samariaes' thrall,  
King, Kingdom, Princes, Peers, and people all.  
Then thirdly, Rezin King of Aram came  
In Abaz time, with sword and furious flame.  
Th' Assyrian great Zonach'rib was the next,  
By whom good Hezekiab was perplexed.  
But when blasphemous Pagans, (puffed with pride)  
Contemptuously the God of gods decide,  
The Lord of Lords (whom no power can withstand)  
took his own gracious, glorious cause in hand,  
He used no humane Arm, or spear, or sword,  
But with his All-commanding mighty Word,  
One Angel sent to grisly Pluto's den,  
A hundred, eighty, and five thousand men.  
Then fifthly was jerusalem subdued,  
In judaes' blood, th' ●●●yrians hands imbrued,  
Manasses godless Glory did expire,  
All yield unto th' insulting foes desire;  
Usurping Conquest all did seize upon,  
The King in chaines-bound, sent to Babylon,  
Till he (repenting) to his God did call.  
Who heard his cry, and freed him out of thrall.  
Then sixthly, Pharaob-Necho Egypt's King,  
To great distress all judaes' Land did bring,  
With fell confusion all the Kingdom filled,  
And (with a Dart) good King josias killed.  
The Shepherd, for his wand'ring sheep was struck,  
The godly Prince, from godless people took;  
So this just, zealous, and religious Prince,  
(Whose like scarce ever Reigned before, or since)  
Th' Almighty (to himself) did take again,  
As knowing him too good for such bad men.  
Nabuchadnezer, next made them obey,  
When Zedekiah did the Sceptre sway:  
King, Kingdom, Peers, and people, all o'erthrown,  
All topsy-turvy, spoilt, and tumbled down;  
The cursed Chaldeans did the King surprise,  
Then slew his Sons, and next plucked out his eyes:  
Then unto Babylon he was conveyed,  
In Chains, in Priso, and in Darkness laid,  
Till death his Corpse, did from his soul divide,  
He lived a slave, and sadly, gladly died.  
The City, and the Temple burnt and spoilt,  
With all pollution every place was soiled;  
The holy vessels all away were borne,  
The sacred Garments which the Priests had worn,  
All these the Caldees, (void of all remorse)  
Did carry unto Babylon perforce.  
Which, seventy years, in slavery and much woe  
They kept, and would by no means let them go,  
Till Persian Cyrus did Earth's glory gain,  
Who freed the jews, and sent them home again;  
He rendered back their vessels and their store,  
And bade them build their Temple up once more.  
Which many years in glorious state did stand,  
Till Piolomy the King of Egypt's band  
Surprised the jews, and made them all obey,  
Assaulting them upon the Sabbath day.  
Next after that, from Rome great Pompey came,  
And judaes' force, by force, perforce did tame:  
Then did the Caesars bear the earthly sway,  
The universal world did them obey.  
And after that, the Roman power did place  
The Idumean Herod's graceless Grace,  
Him they created Tetrarch (demi King)  
Against whom the jews did boldly spurn and fling,  
For they had sworn that none but David's seed  
In the seat Royal ever should succeed.  
But Sossius, and King Herod's Armies strength  
Did overrun them all in breadth and length,  
By hostile Arms they did them all provoke,  
To bear the burden of their awful yoke.  
And lastly, when the Romans overrun  
By valiant Titus, old Vespasians son;  
Then fell they to an unrecovered wane,  
They all in general, were or slain or ta'en,  
Then was the extirpation of them all,  
Their just, worst, last, most fatal, final fall.  
Thus mercy (being mocked) plucked judgement down,  
God's favour being scorned, provokes his frown;  
Above all Nations he did them respect,  
Below all Nations he did them deject;  
Most unto them his favour was addicted,  
Most upon them his fury was inflicted;  
Most near, most dear, they were to him in love,  
And farthest off his wrath did them remove;  
He blessed, he cursed, he gave, and then he took  
As they his Word obeyed, or else forsook.  
How oft jebovab seemed his sword to draw  
To make them fear his precepts and his Law,  
How oft he raised them, when they headlong fell,  
How oft he pardoned, when they did rebel,  
How long did Mercy shive, and justice wink,  
When their foul crimes before God's face did stink!  
How oft Repentance, like a pleasing savour,  
Repurchasd Gods abused gracious favour!  
When he did blessings upon blessings heap,  
Then they (ingrateful) held them mean and cheap,  
Their plenty made them too too much secure,  
They their Creator's yoke would not endure.  
They (graceless) fell from goodness & from grace,  
And kicked and spurned at Heavens most glorious face.  
The Prophets, and the Seers that were sent  
To warn them to amendment, & repent,  
They stoned, they killed, they scorned, they heat, they bond,  
Their goodness to requite, their spite did wound.  
The Prophets came with love, and purchased hate,  
They offered peace, and were returned debate;  
They came to save, and were unjustly spilled,  
They brought them life, and were unkindly killed,  
No better entertainment they afford  
Unto the Legates of their loving Lord.  
Thus were the labourers in GOD'S Vineyard used,  
Thus was their love, their care, their pains abused;  
Their toils and travails had no more regard,  
Bonds, death, and tortures, was their best reward.  
At last th' Almighty from his glorious seat  
Perceived his servants they so ill entreat,  
No more would send a Prophet or a Seer,  
But his own Son, which he esteemed most dear.  
He left his high Tribunal, and down came,  
And for all Glory, interchanged all shame,  
All mortal miseries he underwent  
To cause his loved-lovelesse jews repent;  
By Signs, by Wonders, and by Miracles,  
By Preaching, Parables, and Oracles,  
He wrought, & sought, their faithless faith to cure  
But ever they obdurate did endure.  
Our blessed Redeemer came unto his own,  
And amongst them neither was received or known;  
He whom of all they should have welcomed best,  
They scorned and hated more than all the rest.  
The GOD of principalities and powers,  
A Sea of endless, boundless mercy, showers  
Upon the heads of these unthankful men,  
Who pay love, hate; and good with ill again.  
Their murdrous-minded-malice never jest,  
Till they the Lord of life, of life bereft;  
No tongue, or pen, can speak, or write the story  
Of the surpassing high immortal glory,  
Which he (in pity and in love) forsook,  
When he on him our frail weak nature took.  
To save Man's soul, his most esteemed ●era,  
And bring it to the new jerusalem,  
From Greatest great, to least of least he fell  
For his belovee chosen Israel.  
But they more mad than madness, in behaviour,  
Laid cursed hands upon our blessed Saviour.  
They killed th'eternal Son and Heirs of Heaven,  
By whom, and from whom, all our lives are given,  
For which the great Almighty did refuse.  
Disperse, and quite forsake the saithlesse jews;  
And in his justice great omnipotence  
He left them to a reprobated sense.  
Thus sundry times these people fell and rose.  
From weal to want, from height of joys to wo●●●  
As they their gracious GOD forsook, or took,  
His mercy either taken them, or forsook.  
The swart Egyptians, and the Isralites,  
And raging Rezin King of Aramnes,  
Then the Assyrians twice, and then again  
Th' Egyptians overrun them all amain;  
Then the Chaldeans, and once more there came  
Egyptian Ptolemy, who them o'ercome.  
Then Pompey, next King Herod, last of all,  
Vespasian was their universal fall.  
As in Assyria Monarchy began,  
They lost it to the warlike Persian,  
Of Ni●rods Race, a Race of Kings descended,  
Till in Astyages his stock was ended;  
For Cyrus unto Persia did translate  
Th' Assyrian Sovereign Monarchizing state.  
Then after many bloody bruising Arms  
The Persian yielded to the Greeks' Alarms,  
But (smoake-like) Grecian glory lasted not,  
Before 'twas ripe, it did untimely rot.  
The world's Commander, Alexander died,  
And his Successors did the world divide;  
From one great Monarch, in a moment springs  
Confusion (Hydro-like) from selfe-made Kings,  
Till they (all wearied) slaughtered and forlorn,  
Had all the earth dismembered, rend and torn;  
The Romans took advantage of their fall,  
And overrun, captived, and conquered all.  
Thus as one nail another out doth drive,  
The Persians the Assyrians did deprive;  
The Grecians then the Persian pride did tame,  
The Romans then the Grecians overcame,  
Whilst like a vapour all the world was tossed,  
And Kingdoms were transferred from coast to coast;  
And still the jews in scartred multitudes  
Delivered were to sundry servitudes,  
Changed, given, bought, & sold, from land to land,  
Where they not understood, nor understand.  
To every Monarchy they were mad slaves,  
Egypt and Aram, Caldea them outbraves;  
Assyria, Persia, Gracia, lastly Rome  
Invaded them, by heaven's just angry doom.  
Four Ages did like ●●●● of ●●● Heler pass,  
〈…〉  
●●●● Age, ●●● 〈…〉  
T●●●●● and reverend judges did decide,  
●he third by Kings, ●●●●ght● he, ●●●●●, bad, wor●●, and ●●●●●.  
The ●●●● by Prophets, who them blessed or carst,  
As their dread ●●●●●●●mmanded, or forbidden  
To bless, or curse, ●●●●o the Prophets did.  
Our Sa●●●●r, weeping on the ●●●●●, did view  
The C●●●, and foretold what ●●ould ●●●●●;  
And in his ●ender pirty 〈…〉  
Said, Oh JERUSALEM, JERUSALEM,  
Thou ill'st the Prophets, ●●●● death didst ding,  
Those that were lent, thee ●●●●●● grace to bring,  
How oft, and oft, would ● (for your own good)  
Have gathered you, as doth a ●●n her brood!  
But you would not: and the●●● to you all  
Your houses shall to deso●● on fall.  
Which came to pass, according; as he said,  
Which in the second part is here displayed.  

THE LAST AND MOST LAMENTABLE Destruction of the Ancient, Famous, and Memorable City and Temple of JERUSALEM; being destroyed by VESPASIAN, and his Son TITUS.  
COnfusion, Horror, Terror, dreadful Wars,  
Demesticke, for reign, inward, outward jars,  
Shafts shot at juda in Iehouahs ire,  
Infectious plague, war, famine, sword, and fire,  
Depopulation, desolation, and  
The fivall conquest of old jacobs Land.  
These are the Themes my mournful Muse rehearses,  
These are the grounds of my lamenting Verses.  
josephus wrote these things in ample wise,  
Which I thus briefly do Epitomise:  
Which worthy Author in large scope relates  
His Country's alterations, and estates.  
The Books of his Antiquities do tell,  
How oftentimes th'arse, how oft they fell,  
How oft God favoured them, how oft his frown  
From height of greatness cast them headlong down,  
The Seventh book of his Wars declareth plain,  
How Roman Conquest did the Kingdom gain,  
How death did tyrannize in sundry ●●apes,  
In sword, in fire, in famine, and in R●●e.  
Who love's to read at large, let him read ●● is,  
Who likes compendious briefs, let him read this.  
Since Heber's sons the Country first enjoyed,  
Six times it hath been wasted and destroyed,  
Twice three times spoilt, and thirteen times in all,  
Wars force, or Composition made it thrall,  
Compare all wars, that chanced since the Creation,  
They all are nothing to their desolation;  
No story, or no memory describes  
Calamity to match old Isr'els' Tribes:  
For if each Land the bloody broils recount,  
(To them) 'twere but a molehill to a Mount:  
All which (for sin) in the Almighty's fury  
Was heaped upon the sinful Land of jury:  
And almost sixteen hundred winters since  
Did great Vespasian, Rome's Imperial Prince,  
With brave young Titus, his stout valiant son,  
judeaes' King doom spoil and overrun.  
And with an Army Royal, and renowned,  
They did jerusalem beleaguer round.  
With force, with stratagems, with warlike powers,  
With Rams, with Engines, scaling ladders, Towers,  
With all the Art of either might or sleight,  
The Romans upon each advantage wait.  
Whilst the besieged, that within did dwell,  
Amongst themselves to fell sedition fell;  
" Like neighbouring bavins, lying near each other,  
" One burns, and burning each one burn another;  
So did the jews each other madly kill,  
And all the streets with their slain corpses fill.  
Eleazar, Simon, john, all disagree  
And rend jerusalem in pieces three.  
These each contending who should be the chief,  
(More than the Romans) caused their Country's grief.  
john scorned Eleazar should be his superior,  
And Eleazar thought john his inferior;  
And Simon scorned them both, and each did scorn  
By any to be ruled, or over-borne;  
The City sundered thus in triple factions,  
Most horrid, bloody, and inhuman actions  
Were still committed, all impieties,  
(In sundry sorts of vile varieties)  
All sacrilegious and ungodly acts  
Were counted Noble meritorious facts.  
They strived each other to surpass in evil,  
And laboured most, most how to serve the Devil.  
These men, of grace and goodness had no thought,  
But daily, madly against each other fought.  
They hurly burly all things overturned,  
Their storehouses with victuals down they burned,  
With hearts more hard than Adamantine rocks,  
They drailed Virgins by the Amber locks;  
The Reverend Aged they did rend and tear  
About the streets by snowy ancient hair;  
Young Infants, some their harmless brains dash out,  
And some on points of Lances borne about,  
That 'tis not possible to write with pen,  
The barbarous outrage of these devilish men:  
For they (unmindful of the Roman force)  
Themselves did waste & spoil without remorse.  
Their cruel slaughters made their furious foes  
Relent and weep, in pity of their woes,  
Whilst they (relentless Villains) void of pity  
Consume, and ruinated their Mother-Citty.  
The Channels all with purple gore o'r-flowde,  
The streets with murdered carcases were strowde:  
The Temple with unhallowed hand defiled,  
Respect was none, to age, sex, man, or child;  
Thus this threeheaded, hellish multitude  
Did waste themselves, themselves themselves subdued,  
Whilst they within still made their strength more weak,  
The Roman Rams th'opposed walls did break:  
Whose dreadful battery, made the City tremble,  
At which the Factious all their powers assemble,  
And all together (like goods friends) unite  
And against their foes they sally forth and sight.  
" Like a swollen River, bounded in with banks  
" Opposed long, with Pike-like Reedy Ranks,  
" At last th'ambitious torrent breaks his bounds,  
" And overruns whole Lordships, and confounds  
" The living and the liveless, that dares bide  
" The fury of his high-insulting pride.  
Even so the jews from out the City ventured,  
And like a s●ood the Roman Army entered,  
O'rwhelming in their desperate madness all  
That durst withstand them, or assault the wall.  
They set the fearful Engines all on fire,  
And bravely fight made their foes retire;  
The battle done, back came these harebrained men,  
And each the others foe divide again.  
Pell mell confusion, than again began,  
All order strait unto disorder ran;  
Their corn and victuals, all consumed with fire,  
Their hunger-starved bodies begin to tyre,  
Provision in a moment, spoilt and wasted,  
Which kept (might well) for many years have lasted.  
Then Famine, like a Tyrant roams and rages,  
Makes faint (yet furious) havoc of all ages,  
The rich, the poor, the old, the young, all dies,  
All starved, and fleshless bare Anatomies,  
This was a plague of plagues, a woe of woes,  
On every side their death did them enclose,  
But yet the manner how to lose their breaths,  
Did more torment them then an host of deaths.  
To sally forth, the Romans shed their blood,  
To stay within, they starve for want of food,  
And if they would go forth, the gates were shut,  
And if they stayed within, their throats were cut:  
That if they stay, or go, or go, or stay,  
theyare sure to meet destruction every way;  
But of all torments, hunger is the worst,  
For through the stony walls (they say) 'twill burst;  
These people with war, woe, and want, beset,  
Did strive how they might to the Romans get,  
They hopde to find more mercy in their swords,  
Then their still-dying famished state affords.  
Man's wit is sharpest when he is oppressed,  
And wisdom (amongst evils) likes the least.  
They knew Vespasian for a Noble foe,  
And one that did not glory in their woe,  
They thought it best his clemency to try,  
And not immured with hungry famine dye.  
Resolved thus (despairing in their hopes)  
A number sliding down the walls with ropes,  
Fled unto Tytus, who bemoand their case,  
Relieving them, and took them to his Grace.  
Thus forty thousand near with famine straued,  
Were all unhoped for, by their foes preserved  
The City Soldiers searched each house to see  
Where any victuals might conveyed be,  
And if they any found, they thought it fit  
To beat the owners for concealing it.  
But if they saw a man look plump and fat,  
His throat they presently would cut for that,  
They thought him too much pampered too well fed,  
And to save meat and drink, they strike him dead.  
Some men and women, Rich and Nobly borne,  
Grave all they had for one poor strike of corn,  
And hide themselves and it below the ground,  
In some close vault they eat the same un-ground.  
If any could get flesh, they eat it raw,  
The stronger still, the weakest over-awe,  
For hunger banished natural respect,  
It made the husband his own wife reject,  
The wife doth snatch the meat from out his hand  
Which would and should her love and life command.  
All pity from the Mother was exiled  
She tears and takes the victuals from her Child,  
The Child doth with the Parents play the thief,  
Steals all their food, and lets them pine in grief.  
Nor Free or Bondman, Fathers, nor yet Mothers,  
Wives, Husbands, servants, masters, sisters, brothers,  
Propinquity or strong Affinity,  
Nor all the rights of Consanguinity,  
No Law, or Rule, or Reason could bear sway,  
Where strength command's, there weakness must obey.  
The pining servant will no master know,  
The son his father will no duty show,  
The Commons did no Magistrate regard,  
Each one for one, and but for one he card,  
Disordered, like the cart before the horse,  
All reverence and respect did yield to force.  
These Miscreants with vigilance all watched  
Where they could see a door, or locked or latched,  
There they supposed the people were at meat,  
And in their outrage open the doors they beat,  
Where entering, if they found them feeding fast,  
From out their throats they tear the meat in haste,  
Half eaten, half uneaten, they constrain  
The wretched people cast it up again.  
They halde them by the ears the house about,  
To force them bring supposed victuals out;  
Some by the thumbs hanged up, some by the toes,  
Some pricked with bodkins, some with many blows  
Tormented were, to force them to reveal  
Meat, when they had not any to conceal.  
Now all was fish that fell into the net,  
And all was food that fraud or force could get;  
Grass; hay, bark, leaves of trees, and Dogs, and Cats,  
Toads, frogs, worms, snails, flies, maggots, mice and rats,  
All filthy stinking and contagious roots,  
The cover of their Coaches, shoes, and boots.  
All vermin, and the dung of fowls and beasts,  
Were these poor wretches miserable feasts;  
Things loathsome to be named in time of plenty,  
Amongst the f●am'd distressed jews were dainty.  
This famine ran beyond all Nature's bounds,  
All motherly affection it confounds,  
No blood or birth, with it compassion won,  
It forced a Woman kill her only Son,  
She ripped him and dis-jointed limb from limb,  
She dressed, she boiled, she broiled, and roasted him,  
She eat him, she interred him in her womb,  
She made his births place his untimely tomb.  
From her (by Nature) did his life proceed,  
On him (unnatural) she herself did seed,  
He was her flesh, her sinews, bones and blood,  
She (eating him) herself, herself made food.  
No we her misery can equalise,  
No grief can match her sad calamities,  
The Soldiers smelled the meat and strait assemble,  
Which when they saw (with horror) made them tremble  
Each one with staring hair, and ghastly look,  
Affrighted, and amazed, the house forsook  
This horrid action, quickly overcame  
These men, whom force of man could never tame.  
Thou that dost live like to a fatted Brawn,  
And cram'st thy guts as long as thou canst yawn,  
Thou that dost eat and drink away thy time,  
Accounting Gluttony a God, no Crime,  
Thou must have Fowl as high as heaven that pierced  
And hast the bowels of the Ocean searched,  
And from all places near so fare remote,  
Hast dainties for thy all-devouring throat,  
Whose pampered paunch ne'er leaves to feed & quaff,  
Till it be made a Hog's trogh, filled with draff.  
Think on jerusalem amidst thy Riot,  
Perhaps 'twill move thee to a temperate diet.  
And you brave Dames, adorned with gems, & jewels,  
That must have Cawdles, Culliss and Grewels,  
Conser●'s and Marchpanes, made in sundry shapes,  
As Castles, Towers, Horses, Bears and Apes,  
You, whom no Cherries like your lick rish tooth,  
But they must be a Pound a pound forsooth,  
Think on jerusalem amidst you glory,  
And then you'll be less dainty, and more sorry.  
What there availd their beauty, strength, or riches,  
(Three things which all the spacious world bewitches  
Authority and Honour helped them not,  
Wrong trod down Right, and justice was forgot,  
Their greatest, chiefest, only earthly good  
Was ('twas no matter how they got it) Food.  
One little piece of bread they reckoned more  
Than erst they did of bags of Gold before,  
One scrap, which full fed corpse away do ●ling,  
With them, had been a ransom for a Kin.  
The loathsome garbage which our Dogs refuse  
Had been a dish of state amongst the jews.  
Whilst Famine played the Tyrant thus within,  
The Roman Army strived the walls to win,  
Their Engineers, their pioneers and all  
Did mine and ●atter, and assault the wall.  
jerusalem had three strong walls of stone,  
And long 'twas ere the Romans could get one,  
The dearth and death of sword and famine spread  
The streets, that living trod upon the dead,  
And many great men's houses full were filled  
With carcases, which the seditious killed:  
That with the stench of bodies putrifide,  
A number numberless of people died.  
And burial to the dead they yielded not,  
But where they fell, they let them stink and rot,  
That plague, and sword, and famine, all three striven  
Which should most bodies from their souls remove.  
Unsensible of one another's woes,  
The Soldiers than the liveles corpses throws  
By hundreds and by thousands o'er the walls,  
Which when the Romans saw their dismal falls  
They told to Titus, which when he perceived  
He wept, and up t'ward heaven his hands he heaved,  
And called on GOD to witness with him this,  
These slaughters were no thought, or fault of his.  
Those wretches that could scape from out the City,  
Amongst their foes found both relief and pity.  
If the seditious any catch that fled,  
Without remorse they straightway struck him dead.  
Another misery I must unfold,  
A many jews had swallowed store of gold,  
Which they supposed should help them in their need  
But from this treasure did their ●a●e proceed.  
For being by their enemies fed and cherished,  
The gold was cause that many of them perished;  
Amongst them all, one poor unhappy creature  
Went privately to do the need; of Nature,  
And in his Ordure for the Gold did look,  
Where being by the straggling soldiers took,  
They ripped him up and searched his maw, to find  
What Gold or Treasure there remained behind.  
In this sort, (whilst the soldiers gaped for gain)  
Was many a man and woman ripped and slain.  
In some they found gold, and in many none,  
For had they gold, or not gold, all was one,  
They were unboweld by the barbarous foe,  
And searched if they had any gold or no.  
But now my Story briefly to conclude,  
Vespasians forces had the walls subdued,  
And his triumphant Banner was displayed  
Amidst the streets, which made the jews dismayed,  
Who (desperate) to the Temple did retire,  
Which (with ungodly hands) they set on fire.  
Whilst Noble Titus, with exceeding care  
Entreated them they would their Temple spare,  
Oh save that house (quoth he) o quench, oh slake,  
And I will spare you for that Houses sake,  
Oh let not aftertimes report a Story  
That you have burnt the world's unmatched glory,  
For your own sakes, your children, and your wives  
If you do look for pardon for your lives,  
If you expect grace from Vespasians hand,  
Then save your Temple Titus doth command.  
The jews with hearts hard, offered mercy heard,  
But neither mercy, or themselves regard,  
They burned, and in their madness did confound  
King salomon's great Temple to the ground.  
That Temple which did thirty millions cost,  
Was in a moment all consumed and lost,  
The blessed Sanctum Sanctorum, holiest place  
Blessed oft with high jehovahs' sacred Grace,  
Where (at one offering) as the Text says plain,  
Were two and twenty thousand Oxen slain,  
One hundred twenty thousand Sheep beside  
At the same time for an oblation died.  
That house of God (which reigns above the thunder)  
Whose glorious fame made all the world to wonder,  
Was burnt and ransacked, spite of humane aid,  
And level with the lowly ground was laid.  
Which when Vespasian and young Titus saw,  
They cried kill, kill, use speed and marshal Law;  
The Roman soldiers then (inspired with rage)  
Spared none, slew all, respect no sex or age;  
The streets were drowned in a purple flood,  
And slaughtered carcases did swim in blood.  
They slew, whilst there were any left to slay,  
The ablest men, for slaves they bore away.  
john, Simon and Eleazar, wicked fiends,  
As they deserved, were brought to violent ends.  
And from the time the Romans did begin  
The siege, until they did the City win,  
Sedition, sword, fire, famine, all deprives  
Eleven hundred thousand, of their lives.  
Besides one hundred thousand at the least  
Were ta'en, and sold, as each had been a beast.  
And from the time it was at first erected  
Till (by the Remanes it was last dejected)  
It stood (as it in histories appears)  
Twenty one hundred, seventy and nine years.  
But yet ere God his vengeance down did throw,  
What strange prodigious wonders did he show,  
As warnings how they should destruction shun  
And cause them to repent for deeds misdone;  
First the Firmament, Th'offended Lord  
Showed them a Comet like a fiery sword,  
The Temple and the Altar diverse nights  
Were all environed with bright burning lights,  
And in the midst of the Temple there  
Vnnat'rally a Cow a Lamb did bear,  
The Temples brazen gate, no bolts restrain,  
But (of itself) it open flew amain.  
Armed Men and Chariots in the Air assembled,  
The ponderous Earth, affrighted, quaked, & trembled,  
A voice cried in the Temple, to this sense,  
Let us departed, let us departed from hence.  
These supernatural accidents, in sum.  
Foretold some fearful judgement was to come:  
But yet the jews accounted them as toys,  
Or scarecrow bugg●beares to fright wanton boys,  
Secure they reuelled in jerusalem  
They thought these signs against their foes, not them  
But yet when ●●●● and death had all performed,  
When ruin, spoil, & furious flames had stormed,  
Who then the desolated place had seen,  
Would not have known there had a City been.  
Thus juda and jerusalem all fell,  
Thus was fulfilled what Christ did once foretell,  
Sad deseletion, all their joys bereft,  
And one stone on another was not left.   
FINIS.   


TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE AND TRVELY VER I VOUS LADY, and Noble Patroness of good endeavours, MARY, Countess of BUCKINGHAM.  
Right Honourable Madam:  
AS the Graces, the Virtues, the Senses, and the Muses, are emblemed, or alluded to your Noble sex, and as all these have ample residence in your worthy disposition: To whom then but to yourself, being a Lady in goodness complete, should I commit the patronage of the memory of the great Lady of Ladies, Mother to the High and Mighty Lord of Lords? And though I (a Tailor) have not apparelled her in such garments of elocution and ornated style, as befits the glory and eminency of the least part of her Excellency, yet I beseech your Honour to accepther for your own worth, and her Son's worthiness, which Son of hers, by his own merits, and the powerful mercy of his Father, I hearty implore to give your Honour a participation of his gracious Mother's eternal felicity.  
Your Honours in all humble service to be commanded, JOHN TAYLOR.   

The Argument and cause of this Poem.  
BEing lately in Antwerp, it was my fortune to overlook an old printed book in prose, which I have turned into verse, of the life, death, and burial of our blessed Lady: wherein I read many things worthy of observation, and many things frivolous and impertinent; out of which I have (like a Bee) sucked the sacred honey of the best authorities of Scriptures, and Fathers which I best credited, and I have left the poison of Antichristianisme to those where I found it, (whose stomaches can better digest it) I have put it to the Press, presuming it shall be accepted of Pious Protestants, and charitable Catholics: as for lukewarm Nutarlists, that are neither hot nor cold, they do offend my appetite, and therefore up with them. The Schismatical Separaust, I have many times discoursed with him, and though he be but a Butcher, or a Button-maker, and at the most a lump of opinionated ignorance, yet he will seem to wring the Scriptures to his opinions, and presume to know more of the mysteries of Religion, than any of our reverend learned Bishops and Doctors.  
I know this work will be unrelished in the pestiferous palates of the dogmatic Amsterdammarists, but I do, must, and will, acknowledge a most reverend honour and regard unto the sacred memory of this blessed Virgin Lady, Mother of our Lord and Redeemer JESUS; and in my thoughts she shall ever have superlative respect above all Angels, Principalities, Patriarches, Prophets, Apostles, Evangelists, or Saints whatsoever, under the blessed Trinity; yet (mistake me not, as there is a difference betwixt the immortali Creator, and a mortal creature, so (whilst I have warrant sufficient from God himself, to invocate his name only) I will not give Man, Saint, or Angel, any honour that may be derogatory to his Eternal Majesty.  
As amongst women she was blessed above all, being above all, full of Grace, so amongst Saints. I believe she is supreme in Glory: and it is an infallible truth, that as the Romanists do dishonour her much, by their superstitious honourable seeming attributes; so on the other part, it is hellish and odious to God and good men, either to forget her, or (which is wor●e) to remember her with impure thoughts, or unbeseeming speech for the excellency of so Divine a Creature. I confess myself the meanest of men, and most unworthy of all to write of her, that was the best of Women: but my hope is, that Charity will cover my faults, and accept of my good meaning, especially having endeavoured and striven to do my best: So wishing all hearts to give this holy Virgin such honour as may be pleasing to God, which is, that all should pattern their lives, to her life's example, in lowliness and humility, and then they shall be exalted, where she is in Glory with eternity.  
JOHN TAYLOR.   

THE LIFE AND DEATH OF THE MOST BLESSED AMONGST ALL WOMEN, THE VIRGIN MARY, The Mother of our Lord JESUS CHRIST.  

BEfore the fire, air, water, earth were framed,  
Sun, Moon, or any thing unnamed, or nauned,  
God was, who ne'er shall end, nor ne'er began,  
To whom all ages and all time's a span:  
By whose appointment each thing fades or grows,  
And whose eternal knowledge all things knows.  
When Adam's sin plucked down supernal lre,  
And justice judged him to infernal fire:  
The Mercy did the execution stay,  
And the great price of man's great debt did pay.  
And as a Woman tempted Man to vice.  
For which they both were thrust from Paradise:  
So from a woman was a Saviour's birth,  
That purchased Man a Heaven for loss of earth:  
Our blessed Redeemers Mother, that blessed She,  
Before the World by God ordained to be  
A chosen vessel fittest of all other,  
To be the Son of Gods most gracious Mother:  
She is the Theme that doth my Muse invite,  
Unworthy of such worthiness to write.  
I will no prayers nor invocations frame,  
For intercession to this heavenly Dame,  
Nor to her name one fruitless word shall run,  
To be my Mediatresse to her Son,  
But to th'eternal Trinity alone,  
I'll sing, He sigh, He invocate and moon.  
I prise no creatures glory at that rate,  
The great Creator's praise t'extenuate.  
But to th' Almighty, (ancunt of all days,)  
Be all dominion, honour, laud, and praise.  
I writ the blessed conception, birth, and life,  
Of this beloved Mother, Virgin, Wife:  
The joys, the griefs, the death, and burial place  
Of her, most glorious, gracious, full of grace.   

Her Father JOACHIM, a virtuous man,  
Had long lived childless with his wife S. ANNE,  
And both of them did zealously intent,  
If God did ever Son or Daughter send,  
That they to him would dedicate it solely  
To be his servant, and to live most holy:  
God heard, and granted freely their request,  
And gave them MARY (of that sex the best.)  
At three years age, she to the Temple went,  
And there eleu'n years in devotion spent:  
At th'end of fourteen years it came to pass,  
This Virgin unto JOSEPH spoused was.  
Then after four months' time was past and gone,  
Th' Almighty sent from his tribunal throne  
His great Ambassador, which did unfold  
The great'st ambassage ever yet was told.  
Hail MARY full of heavenly grace (quoth he)  
The (high omnipotent) Lord is with thee:  
Blessed amongst women (o● God's gracious doom)  
And blessed be the fru●● of thy blessed womb.  
The Angel's presence and the words he said,  
This sacred undefiled Maid dismayed,  
Amazed, musing what this message meant,  
And wherefore God this messenger had sent:  
Fear not (said GAERIEL) MARY most renowned.  
Thou with thy gracious God hast savour fo●●●●;  
For lo, thou shalt conceive and bear a Sun,  
By whom redemption and saluation's won:  
And thou bis saving Name shalt JESUS call,  
Because hee'l● come to save his people all.  
She humbly, mildly, heavens high Nuntius hears:  
But yet to be resolved of doubts and fears,  
How can these things (quoth she) accomplished be,  
When no man hath knowledge had with me?  
The Holy Ghost (the Angel then replied)  
Shall come upon thee, and thy God and guide,  
The power of the most High shall shadow thee,  
That Holy thing that of thee borne shall be,  
Shall truly called be the Son of God.  
Be whom Sin, Death, and Hell, shall down be trod.  
Then MARY to these speeches did accord,  
And said, Behold the handmaid of the Lord,  
Be it to me ' according to ' thy well.  
I am thine own obedient servant still.  
This being said, she turned her Angel tongne,   

My soul doth magnist the Lord, (the song)  
My spirit, and all my faculties, and doyce,  
In God my Saviour solely doth rejoice:  
For though man's sins provoke his grievous wrath,  
His humble handmaid he remembered hath.  
For now behold from this time hence I forth shall  
All generations me right blessed call:  
He that is mighty me hath magnifide,  
And bye is his name: his mercies hide  
On them that fear him (to provoke his rage)  
Throughout the spacious world from age to age.  
With his strong arm he hath showed strength, and battered  
The proud, and their imaginations scattered.  
He hath put down the mighty from their seat,  
The mecke and humble he exalted great:  
To fill the hungry he is provident,  
When as the rich away are empty sent:  
His mercies promised Abr'am and his seed,  
He hath remembered, and holp Israel's need.   

This Song she sung with heart and holy spirit,  
To land her Maker's mercy and his might:  
And the like Song sung with so sweet a strain  
Was never, nor shall e'er be sung again.   

When MARY by the Angel's speech perceived,  
How old ELIZABETH a child conceived,  
To see her strait her pious mind was bend,  
And to jerusalem in three days she went.  
And as the Virgin (come from Nazareth)  
Talked with her kinswoman ELIZABETH,  
JOHN Baptist, then unnamed, an unborn boy,  
Did in his Mother's belly leap with joy:  
Both Christ and john unborae, yet john knew there  
His great Redeemer and his God was near.   

When joseph his pure wife with child espied,  
And knew he never her accompanied,  
His heart was sad, he knew not what to say,  
But in suspect would put her quite away.  
Then from the high Almighty Lord supreme,  
An Angel came to joseph in a Dream,  
And said, Fear not with MARY to abide,  
For that which in her blessed womb doth reside,  
Is by the Holy Ghost in wonder done,  
For of thy wise there shall be borne a Son,  
From him alone Redemption all gins,  
And he shall save his people from their sins.  
This being said, the Angel passed away,  
And joseph with his Virgin-wife did stay:  
Then he and she with speed prepared them  
To go to David's City Bethelem.  
Through winter's weather, frost, & wind, and snow,  
Four weary days in travel they bestow.  
But when to Bethlem they approached were,  
Small friendship, & less welcome they found there:  
No chamber, nor no fire to warm them at,  
For harbour only they a Stable got:  
The Inn was full of more respected guests,  
Of Drankards, Swearers, and of godless beasts:  
Those all had rooms, whilst Glory and all Grace,  
(But among beasts) could have no lodging place.  
There (by protection of th' Almighty's wing,)  
Was borne the Lord of Lords, and King of Kings.  
Our God with us, our great Emanuel,  
Our jesus, and our vanquisher of hell.  
There in a cratch a ●● well was brought forth,  
More than ten thousand thousand worlds is worth,  
There did the humane nature and divine,  
The Godhead with the Manhood both combine:  
There was this Maiden-mother brought to bed,  
Where Oxen, Kine, and Horses lodged and fed:  
There this bright Queen of Queens with heavenly my,  
Did hug her Lord, her Life, her God, her Boy,  
Her Son, her Saviour, her immortal Bliss,  
Her sole Redeemer, she might rock and kiss.  
Oh blessed Lady, of all Ladies blessed:  
Blessed for ever, for thy sacred breast  
Fed him that all the famished souls did feed,  
Of the lost sheep of Israel's forlorn seed.  
A Stable being Heaven and earth's great Court.  
When forty days were ended in that sort,  
This Virgin-Mother, and this Maiden-Bride,  
(All pure) yet by the Law was purified.  
Old Simeon being in the Temple than,  
He saw the Son of God, and Son of man.  
He in his aged arms the Babe embraced,  
And joying in his heart he so was graced,  
He with these wordswisht that his life might cease:   

Lord, let thy Servant now departed in peace,  
Mine eyes have seen thy great salvation,  
My Love, my jesus, my Redemption:  
Unto the Genteles everlasting light,  
To Israel the glory and the might.  
Hope, faith and zeal, truth, constancy and love,  
To sing this Song did good old Simeon move.  
Then turning to our Lady most divine,  
Thy Son (said he) shall once stand for a sign,  
And he shall be the cause that many shall  
By faith or unbelief arise or fall.  
He shall be railed upon without desert,  
And then sorrow's sword pierce through thy heart.   

As jesus fame grew daily more and more,  
The tyrant Herod is amazed sore.  
The Sages said, Borne was great judaes' King,  
Which did usurping Herod's conscience fling:  
For Herod was an Idumean base,  
Not of the Kings of judah's Royal Race:  
And hearing one of David's trueborn Line  
Was borne, he feared his State he should resign:  
And well he knew he kept the jews in awe,  
With slavish fear, not love, against right and law.  
For 'tis most true:" A Prince that's feared of many,  
" Must many fear, and scarce be loved of any.  
Herod beleaguered with doubts, fears and woes,  
That jesus should him of his Crown depose,  
He Chafed and vexed, and almost grew stark mad,  
To usurpation he did murder add:  
An Edict sprung from his hell-hatched brain,  
Commanding ad male Infants should be slain  
Of two years old and under through the Land,  
Supposing jesus could not scape his hand.  
But God to joseph down an Angel sent,  
Commanding him by slight he should, prevent  
The murderers malice, and to Egypt fly,  
To save our Saviour siem his tyranny.  
Our blessed Lady with a careful flight,  
Her blessed Babe away did bear by night;  
Whilst Bethelem with bloody villain's swarms,  
That murth'red Infants in their mother's arms:  
Some slaughtered in their cradles, some in bed,  
Some at the dug, some newly borne struck dead:  
Some sweetly fast asleep, some smiles ewake,  
All butchered for their Lord and Saviour's sake.  
Their woeful mothers madly here and there  
Ran rending of their checks, their eyes, and hair:  
The Tyrant they with execrations cursed,  
And in despair, to desperate acts out-burst.  
Some all in fury end their woeful lives  
By baneful poison, halter's, or by knives:  
And some with sorrow were so fast combined,  
They wept, and wept, and, wept themselves stark blind:  
And being blind (to lengthen out their moans)  
They pieced their sorrows out with sighs & groans,  
Thus with unceasing grief in many a mother,  
Tears, sighs, & groves did one succeed the other.  
But till the Tyrant Herod's days were done,  
The Virgin stayed in Egypt with her Son.  
Then back to Nazareth they returned again.   

When twelve years age our Saviour did attain,  
Her Son, herself, her Husband, all of them  
Together travelled to jerusalem;  
The Virgin there much sorrow did endure,  
The Most pure Mother lost her Child most pure.  
Three days with heavy hearts, with care & thought  
Their best beloved they diligently sought:  
But when she found her Lord she held most dear,  
joy banished grief, and love exiled fear.  
There in the Temple jesus did confute  
The greatest Hebrew Doctors in dispute:  
But Doctors all are dunces in this case,  
To parley with th'eternal Son of Grace:  
Th'immortal, mighty, Wisdom and the Word,  
Can make all humane sapience mere absurd.  
Soon after this, (as ancient Writers say,)  
God took the Virgin's Virgin-spouse away.  
Good joseph died, and went to heavenly rest,  
Blessed by th' Almighty's mercy 'mongst the blessed,  
Thus Mary was of her Goodman ● cre●t,  
A Widow, Maiden, Mother being lose:  
In holy contemplation she did spend  
Her life for such a life as ne'er shall end.   

Search but the Scriptures, as our Saviour bid,  
There shall you find the wonders that he did:  
As first, how he (by his high power divine)  
At Canan turned Water into Wine:  
How he did heal the blind, deaf, dumb & lame:  
How with his word he winds and seas did tame:  
How he from men possessed siends dispossessed:  
How he to all that came gave ease and rest:  
How with two fishes and five loaves of bread,  
He fed five thousand: how he raised the dead:  
How all things that he ever did or taught,  
Past and surpassed all that are taught or wrought:  
And by these miracles he sought each way  
To draw souls to him, too long gene altray.  
At last approached the full pre●xed time,  
That GOD'S blessed Son must dye for man's cursed crime.  
Then jesus to jerusalem did go,  
And left his Mother full of grief and woe,  
Oh woe of woes, and grief surpassing grief,  
To see her Saviour captived as a thief:  
Her Love (beyond all loves) her Lord her all,  
Into the hands of sinful slaves to fall!   

If but a mother have a wicked son,  
That hath to all disordered orders run,  
As treasons, rapes, blasphoming, murder, theft,  
And by the Law must be of life bereavest;  
Yet though he suffer justly by desert,  
His suffering surely wounds his mother's heart.  
Suppose a woman have a virtuous child,  
Religious, honest, and by nature mild,  
And he must be to execution brought,  
For some great fault he never did nor thought,  
And she behold him when to death he's put:  
Then sure tormenting grief her heart must cut.  
These griefs are all as nothing unto this,  
Of this blessed Mother of eternal bliss:  
Her gracious Son that never did a●nisse,  
His graceless servant with a judas kiss  
Betrayed him unto misbeleening slaves,  
Where he was led away with bills and staffs,  
To Anna●, Caiphae, Pilate, and to those  
That to th'immortal God were mortal foes.  
Ah judas, couldst thou make so base account  
Of Him, whose worth doth heaven and earth surmount?  
Didst thou esteem of 30. paltry pence,  
More than the life of the eternal Prince?  
O monstrous blindness, that for so small gain,  
Sold endless bliss, to buy perpetual pain!  
Is't possible damned avarice could compel  
Thee sell heavens Kingdom for the sink of hell?  
Our Father Adam unto all our woes,  
Did for an Apple blessed Eden lose:  
And Esau borne a Lord, yet like a slave,  
His birthright for a mess of pottage gave:  
And poor Gehizi telling of a lie,  
His covetousness gained his leprosy.  
And though the text their deeds do disallow,  
Yet they made better matches fare then thou.   

I do not here impute this deed of shame  
On judas, because judas was his name:  
For of that name there have been men of might,  
Who the great battles of the Lord did fight,  
And others more. But sure this impure blot  
Sticks to him, as he's named Iskarriott;  
For in an Anagram Iskarriott is,  
By letters transposition, traitor kiss.    

ISKARRIOTT Anagramms. TRAITOR KIS.  

Kiss, Traitor, kiss, with an intent to kill,  
And cry all hail, when thou dost mean all ill,  
And for thy fault no more shall judas be  
A name of treason and foul infamy,  
But all that fault I'll on Iskarriott throw,  
Because the Anagram explains it so.  
Iskarriott for a bribe, and with a kiss,  
Betrayed his Master, the blessed King of Bliss:  
And after (but too late) with conscience wounded,  
Amazed, and in his senses quite confounded,  
With crying, Woe, woe, wo, oh woe on me,  
I have betrayed my Master for a fee:  
Oh I have sinned, sinned past compare,  
And want of grace and faith plucks on despair.  
Oh tootoo late it is to call for grace!  
What shall I do? where is some secret place,  
That I might shield me from the wrath of God?  
I have deserved his everlasting rod.  
Then farewell grace, and faith, and hope, and love,  
You are the gifts of the great God above,  
You only on th'Elect attendants be:  
Despair, hell, horror, terror is for me,  
My heinous sin is of such force and might,  
'Twill empt th'Exchequer of God's mercy quite:  
And therefore for his mercy I'll not call,  
But to my just deserved perdition fall.  
I still most graceless have all grace withstood,  
And now I have betrayed the guiltless blood.  
My Lord and Master I have sold for pelf,  
This having said, despairing, hanged himself.  
There we leave him, and now must be expressed  
Something of her from whom I have digressed.   

The Virgin's heart with thousand griefs was nip●;,  
To see her Saviour flouted, hated, whipped,  
Despightfulnesse beyond despite was used,  
And with abuse past all abuse abused.  
His apprehension grieved her heart full sore,  
His cruel scourges grieved her ten times more,  
And when his blessed head with thorns was crowned  
Then floods of grief on grief her soul did wound,  
But than redoubled was her grief and fear,  
When to his death his Cross she saw him bear.  
And lastly (but alas not least nor last)  
When he upon the tree was nailed fast,  
With bitter tears, & deep heart-wounding groves,  
With sobs, and sighs, this Maiden-Mother moans.  
What tongue or pen can her great grief unfold,  
When Christ said, Woman, now thy Son behold?  
That voice (like Ice in june) more cold and i'll,  
Did dangerously wound, and almost kill:  
Then (as old Simeon prophesied before)  
The sword of sorrow through her heart did gore.  
And if 'twere possible all women's woes  
One woman could within her breast enclose,  
They were but puffs, sparks, molehills, drops of rain;  
To whirlwinds, meteors, Kingdoms, or the main:  
Unto the woes, griefs, sorrows, sighs, and tears,  
Sobs, groanings, terrors, and a world of fears,  
Which did beset this Virgin on each side,  
When as her Son, her Lord, and Saviour died.  
Thus he, to whom compared, all things are dross,  
Humbled himself to death, even to the Cross:  
He that said, Let there be, and there was light,  
He that made all things with his mighty might,  
He by whom all things have their life and breath,  
He humbled himself unto the death;  
Unto the death of the cursed Cross: this he,  
This he, this He of he's did stoop for me:  
For me this Wellspring of my soul's relief,  
Did suffer death, on either hand a thief:  
The one of them had run a thieving race,  
Robbed God of Glory, and himself of Grace:  
He wanted lively faith to apprehend,  
To end his life for life that ne'er shall end:  
With faithless doubts his mind is armed stiff,  
And doth revile our Saviour with an If.  
If that thou be the Son of God (quoth he)  
Come from the Cross, and save thyself and me.  
The other Thief, armed with a saving faith,  
Unto his fellow turned, and thus he saith;  
Thou guilty wretch, this man is free and clear  
From any crime for which he suffers here:  
We have offended, we have injured many,  
But this man yet did never wrong to any,  
We justly are condemned, he false accused,  
He hath all wrong, all right to us is used,  
he's innocent, so are not thou and I:  
We by the Law are justly judged to dye.  
Thus the good Thief even at his latest cast,  
Contrary to a Thief, spoke truth at last.  
And looking on our Saviour faithfully,  
(Whilst Christ beheld him with a gracious eye)  
These blessed words were his prayers total ●●●,  
O Lord when thou shalt to thy Kingdom come,  
Remember me. Our Saviour answered then  
A doctrine to confute despairing men,)  
Thou (who by lively faith layst hold on me)  
This day in Paradise with me shalt be.  
Thus as this thiefs life was by theft supplied,  
So now he stole heaven's Kingdom when he died.  
And I do wish all Christians to agree,  
Not t'liue as ill, but die as well as he.  
Presumptuous sins are no way here excused,  
For here but one was saved, and one refused.  
Despair for sins hath here no rule or ground,  
For as here's one was lost, so one was found.  
To teach us not to sin with wilful pleasure,  
And put repentance off, to our last leisure.  
To show us though we lived like jews and Turks,  
Yet God's great mercy is above his works.  
To warn us not presume, or to despair,  
Here's good example in this thieving pair.   

These seas of care (with zealous fortitude)  
This Virgin passed among the multitude.  
(Oh gracious pattern of a sex so bad)  
Oh the supernal patience that she had,  
Her zeal, her constancy, her truth, her love,  
The very best of women her doth prove.  
Maids, wives, and mothers, all conform your lives  
To hers, the best of women, maids, or wives.  
But as her Son's death made her woes abound,  
His resurrection all grief did confound:  
She saw him vanquished and inglorious,  
And after saw him Victor most victorious:  
She saw him in contempt to lose his breath,  
And after that she saw him conquer death:  
She saw him (blessed) a cursed death to dye,  
And after saw him rise triumphantly:  
Thus she that sorrowed most, had comfort most,  
joy doubly did return, for gladness lost,  
And as before her torments tyrannised,  
Her joy could after not be equallized:  
Her Sons (all-wondred) resurrection,  
Her Saviour's glorious ascension,  
And last, the Holy Ghost from heaven sent down,  
These mighty mercies all her joys did crown.  
Suppose a man that were exceeding poor,  
Had got a thousand tons of golden ore,  
How would his heart be lifted up with mirth,  
As this great mass of treasure (most part earth)  
But to be robbed of all in's height of glory,  
Would not this luckless man be much more sorry  
Than ever he was glad? for in the mind  
Grief more than joy doth most abiding find.  
But then suppose that after all this loss,  
The gold is well refined from the dress,  
And as the poor man doth his loss complain,  
His weath (more pure) should be rel●● again.  
Amidst his passions (in this great relief)  
I doubt not but his joy would conquer grief.  
Even so our bressed Lady having lost  
Her joy, her jewel she esteemed most,  
Her all in all, the heaven and earth's whole treasure,  
Her gracious heart was grieved out of measure.  
But when she found him in triumphant state,  
No tongue or pen her joy could then relate.  
She lost him poor and ●are, and dead and cold,  
She found him rich, most glorious to behold.  
She lost him when upon his back was hurled  
The burden of the sins of all the World:  
She lost him mortal, and immortal found him,  
For crown of thorns, a crown of glory crowned him.  
Thus all her griefs, her loss, her cares, and pain,  
Returned with joys inestimable gain.   

But now a true relation I will make,  
How this blessed Virgin did the world forsake.  
'Tis probable that as our Saviour bid  
Saint john to take her home, that so he did:  
And it may be supposed she did abide  
With him, and in his house until she died.  
john did outlive th'Apostles every one,  
For when Domitian held th'imperial Throne,  
To th'isle of Pathmos he was banished then,  
And there the Revelation he did pen:  
But whilst john at jerusalem did stay,  
God took the blessed Virgin's life away.  
For after Christ's Ascension it appears,  
She on the earth survived fifteen years,  
Full sixty three in all she did endure,  
A sad glad pilgrimage, a life most pure.  
At sixty three years age her life did fade,  
Her soul (most gracious) was most glorious made,  
Where with her Son, her Saviour, her Lord God,  
She everlastingly hath her abode,  
In such fruition of immortal glory,  
Which cannot be described in mortal story.  
There mounted (meel●e) she sits in Majesty;  
Exalted there is her humility.  
There she that was adorned full of Grace,  
Beheld her Maker and Redeemers face.  
And there she is amongst all blessed spirits  
(By imputation of our Saviour's merits,)  
She there shall ever and for ever sing  
Eternal praise unto th'eternal King.  
When she had paid the debt that all must pay,  
When from her corpse her soul was passed away:  
To Gethsemany, with lamenting cheer,  
Her sacred body on the Beer they bear.  
There in the earth a jewel was interred,  
That was before all earthly wights preferred,  
That Holy wife, that Mother, that pure Maid,  
At Gethsemany in her grave was laid.    

LENVOY.  
This work deserves the work of better wit,  
But I (like Pilate) say, What's writ is writ:  
If it be liked: poor artless I am glad,  
And Charity I hope will mend what's bad.  
I know myself the meanest amongst men,  
The most unlearnedst that e'er handled pen:  
But as it is, into the world I send it,  
And therefore pray commend it, or come to end it.   
FINIS.   


TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE, WORTHY, and Learned Gentleman, Sr. THOMAS Richardson Knight, Lord Chief justice of his Majesty's Court of Common Pleas, and Speaker in the High Court of PARLIAMENT, etc.  
A double Anagramme. 


THOMAS RICHARDSON,  
AS MAN HONOURED CHRIT,  
SO CHRIST HONOURED A MAN.     

YOur name includes, that As Man honoured Christ,  
So God again through Christ honoured a Man:  
For if Man truly honour the most Highest,  
Then Christ to honour Man both will and can.  
Right Worthy Lord, this in your name is true,  
You honour Christ, and Christ hath honoured you.   

RIGHT HONOURABLE,  
But that I am assured that your Noble disposition, in all parts is suitable to the inside of this Book, I should never have dared to Dedicate it to your Patronage: for as it is a Divine Poem, so have your Worship a religious heart; As it hath an honest intention, so have you a breast ever full of ●●● thoughts, which bring forth worthy actions: as it is a whip or Scourge against all sorts of priat, so have you ever been an ufaigned lover of Courteous humanity and humility, I humbly beseech your Honour, (although the method and style be plain,) to be pleased to give it favourable entertainment, for the honesty that is in it, and the dutiful affection of the Author,  
Who is most obsequiously obliged to your Honour, JOHN TAYLOR.    

TO NO MATTER WHO, NO GREAT MATTER WHERE, YET TO BE READ, THERE IS MATTER WHY, ALTHOUGH NOT MUCH MATTER WHEN.  
IT is no matter in whose hands or censure this my Superibae Flagellum, or Whipping, or Stripping of Pride fall into: If it come into the view of true Nobility or Gentry, I know it will be charitably accepted. If into the hands of degenerate youngsters, that esteem Pride more than all the Liberal Sciences, who account the four Cardinal virtues, inferior to their own carnal vices, such a one will put me off with a scornful tush, a pish, or a mew, and commit my Book to the protection of Ajax. If a wise man read it, I know it will be discreetly censured; if a Fool, his Bolt is soon shot, and I am armed against it; if a Learned man peruse it, he will bear with my bad Scholarship; if an unlearned, I care not for his opinion; if a man of knowledge view it, he will pardon my ignorance; if an ignorant Ass see it, he will bray out his own; if an honest rich man spy it, he will be the poorer in spirit, though not in purse; but if a proud Dives handle it, he will esteem it worse than his Dogs; if a proud Courtier read it, he will tear it to tatters; whilst a Generous Affable Gentleman, will lovingly entertain it. If beauty chance to behold it, it will bid it welcome, if Pride stand not in the way; if a strong man that is not proud of it, grow acquainted with the contents of my meaning, I think it will content him; if Parents, or children, or all, or any body, that are not poisoned with pride, do but see or hear it distinctly, read and understand it with judgement, I am persuaded it will pass and repass, with friendly usage, but if any of the contrary faction come within the Air of it, they will use it in some sort, as bad as the hangman will use them. And So much for, To no matter who.  
It is no great matter where this be read, for as a good man (being banished) is never out of his Country, because all Countries are his, so my Book in Church, Court, City, Country or Cottage, is one and the same; it may perhaps alter the place where it comes from worse to better, but the place can never alter the honest intents of it, from better to worse. Therefore no great matter where.  
To be read there is matter, why because it strikes at the root of a most deadly sin, which almost as bad as an universal deluge, hath overflowed the most part of the world; and though the Preachers on Earth, (Gods Trumpets, and Ambassadors from Heaven) do diligently and daily strike at this abomination, with the eternal Sword of the everlasting Word, yet what they cut down in the day, like Mushrooms, it grows up again thick and threefold in the night; for whilst the husbandman sleeps, the envious man sows tares.  
Wherefore, I having a talon of knowledge lent me, by which I know that I must render an account one day, how I have employed it, and having written near forty several Pamphlets in former times, I purpose henceforward (God willing) to redeem the time I have so misspent, employing my Pen in such exercises (which though they be not free from a relish of mirth. yet they shall be clear from profanation, scurrility, or obsceneness. I do know, Pride is at such a height, that my Molehill Muse can never by mineing at her foot, shake her head; for where Divinity prevails not, Poetry in meddling doth but show the Sun's brightness with a Candle. Yet forasmuch as I know that Pride cast Angels out of Heaven, made devils in hell, threw man out of Paradise, was a main causer of the drowning of the first World, is a devourer of this world, and shall ever be accursed in the world to come, by this knowledge, I have with a mixed invective mildness, showed in this Book the vanities of all sorts of Pride, not that I hope for amendment, but to show my honest intendment.  
I have seen six or seven fashion hunting Gallants together sit scorning, and deriding a better man than themselves, only because either his Hat was of the old Block, or that his Ruff was not so richly laced, his Cloak hath been too plain, his Beard of the old translation, his Boots and Spurs of the precedent second edition, and for such slight occasions a man hath been slighted, jeered and wondered at, as if he had been but a Zany to the fashion, or a man made for the purpose for them to whet their scorn upon, and therefore to read this, there is a matter why.  
It is not much matter when, for be it read on Friday the Turks Holiday, on Saturday the jews Sabbath, on Sunday the Lord's Day, or on any day or all days, nights or hours, there is Divinity with Alacrity, Poetry with mirth, and every thing so interwoven, one with another, that if it please not the generality, yet I hope in particularity it will tolerably censured by all that hate Pride, and love humility. And therefore, not much matter when:  
JOHN TAYLOR.   

A FEW LINES, TO SMALL PURPOSE, AGAINST THE SCANDALOUS ASPERSIONS, that are either maliciously, or ignorantly cast upon the Poets and Poems of these Times.  
THere doth a strange, and true opinion run,  
That Poets writ much worse, than they have done:  
And how so poor their daily writings are,  
As though their best inventions were threadbare.  
And how no new things from them now do spring,  
But all hath ref'rence from some other thing:  
And that their daily doings do reveal,  
How they from one another filch and steal,  
As if amongst them 'twere a statute made,  
That they may freely use the thieving trade.  
And some there are that will not stick to say,  
That many Poets living at this day,  
Who have the Hebrew, Latin, Greek, at will,  
And in th' Italian and the French have skill,  
These are the greatest thiefs they say, of all  
That use the Trade (or Art) Poetical.  
For ancient Bards, and Poets in strange tongues,  
Compiled have their verses and their songs:  
And those to whom those tongues are rightly known,  
Translating them, make others verse their own,  
As one that steals a Cloak, and presently  
Makes it his own, by altering of the die.  
So whole books, and whole sentences have been  
Stolen, and the stealers, great applause did win,  
And by their filching thought great men of fame,  
By those that knew not the right Author's name.  
For mine own part, my Conscience witness is,  
In'er was guilty of such theft as this,  
Unto such robbery I could never reach,  
Because I understand no foreign speech.  
To prove that I am from such filching free,  
Latin and French are heathen-Greeke to me,  
The Grecian, and the Hebrew Charactars',  
I know as well, as I can reach the Stars.  
The sweet Italian, and the Chip Chop Dutch,  
I know, the man i'th' Moon can speak as much.  
Should I from English Authors, but purloin,  
It would be soon found counterseited coin.  
Then since I cannot steal, but some will spy,  
●le truly use mine own, let others lie.  
Yet to excuse the writers, that now write,  
Because they bring no better things to light:  
'Tis because bounty from the world is fled,  
True liberality is almost dead.  
Reward is lodged in dark oblivion deep,  
Bewitched (I think) into an endless sleep,  
That though a man in study take great pains,  
And empt his veins, puluerize his brains,  
To write a Poem well, which being writ  
With all his judgement, Reason, Art, and Wit,  
And at his own charge, print and pay for all,  
And give away most free, and liberal  
Two, three, or four, or five hundred books,  
For his reward he shall have nods and looks;  
That all the profit a man's pains hath got,  
Will not suffice one meal to feed a Cat.  
Yet still Noble Westminster, thou still art free,  
And for thy bounty I am bound to thee:  
For hadst not thou, and thy Inhabitants,  
From Time to Time relieved and helped my want  
I had long since bid Poetry adieu,  
And therefore still my thankes shall be to you.  
Next to the Court, in general I am bound  
To you, for many friendships I have found.  
There (when my purse hath often wanted bait)  
To fill or feed it, I have had receit.  
So much for that, I'll now no more rehearse,  
They show their loves in prose, my thankes in verse:  
When death, Mecanas did of life deprive,  
Few of his Noble Tribe were left alive,  
This makes invention to be mean and hard,  
When Pride and Avarice doth kill reward.  
And yet me thinks, it plainly doth appear,  
men's writings are as good as e'er they were.  
Good lines are like a Banquet ill employed,  
Where too much feeding hath the stomach cloyed,  
Good verses fall sometimes (by course of fate)  
Into their hands that are prejudicate.  
And though the Writer ne'er so well hath penned,  
Yet they'll find fault with what they cannot mend.  
Thus many a learned well composed line,  
Hath been a Pearl that's cast before a swine.  
Or more familiarly to make compare;  
Like Aqua vitae given unto a Mare.  
These fellows, (glutted with variety)  
Hold good lines in a loathed satiety,  
Whilst paltry Rhyming, Libels, Tigges and jests,  
Are to their appetites continual feasts,  
With which their fancies they do feed and fill,  
And take the Ill for good, the Good for ill.  
Whilst like to Monkeys, scorning wholesome meat)  
They greedily do poisonous spiders eat.  
So let them feed until their humours burst,  
And thus much bold to tell them here I durst,  
That Poetry is now as good as ever,  
If to bounty, relieve her would endeavour.  
men's minds are worse than they have been of yore,  
Inuention's good now, as it was before.  
Let liberality awake, and then  
Fach Poet in his hand will take a pen.  
And with rare lines enrich a world of paper,  
Shall make Apollo, and the Muse's caper.   

SUPERBIAE FLAGELLUM, OR THE WHIP OF PRIDE.  

When all things were as wrapped in sable night,  
And 
a If any man fetch his Story higher, let him take my book for nought.  Ebon darkness muffled up the light:  
When neither Sun, or Moon, nor Stars had shined,  
And when no fire, no Water, Earth, or Wind,  
No Harvest, Autumn, Winter, when no Spring,  
No Bird, Beast, Fish, nor any creeping thing,  
When there was neither Time nor place, nor space,  
And silence did the Chaos round embrace:  
Then did the Archwork master of this All,  
Create this Massy Universal Ball,  
And with his mighty Word brought all to pass,  
Saying, but Let there be, and done it was.  
Let there be Day, Night, Water, Earth, Herbs, Trees,  
Let there be Sun, Moon, Stars, Fish, Fowle that flees.  
Beasts of the Field, he said but, Let there be,  
And all things were created as we see.  
Thus every sensible and senseless thing,  
The High-Creators Word to pass did bring:  
And as in viewing all his works he stood,  
He saw that all things were exceeding good.  
Thus having furnished Seas, and Earth and Skies,  
Abundantly with all varieties,  
Like a Magnificent and sumptuous Feast,  
For th' entertainment of some welcome Guest,  
When Beasts and Birds, and every living Creature,  
And the Earth's fruits did multiply by Nature;  
Then did th'eternal Trinity betake  
Itself to Council, and said, Let us make,  
Not Let there be, as unto all things else,  
But LET US MAKE MAN, that the rest excels;  
According TO OUR IMAGE LET US MAKE  
MAN, and then did th'almighty Red Earth take,  
With which he form Adam, every limb,  
And (having made him) breathed life in him.  
Lo, thus the first Man never was a Child.  
No way with sin original defiled:  
But with high supernatural Understanding,  
He over all the World had sole commanding.  
Yet though to him the Regency was given,  
As Earth's Lieutenant to the God of Heaven,  
Though he commanded all created things,  
As Deputy under the King of Kings;  
Though he I so highly here was dignifide,  
To humble him, not to be puffed with Pride,  
He could not brag, or boast of high borne birth,  
For he was form out of slime and earth:  
No beast, fish, worm, fowl, herb, weed, stone, or tree,  
But are of a more ancient house than he;  
For they were made before him, which proves this,  
That their Antiquity is more than his.  
Thus both himself, and his beloved Spouse,  
Are by Creation of the younger house,  
And whilst they lived in perfect Holiness, 
b Imperfect Holiness and Righteousness.   
Their richest Garments were bare Nakedness,  
True Innocency were their chiefest weeds,  
(For Righteousness no Masque or Visor needs.)  
The royal'st robes that our first Parents had,  
Was a free Conscience with Uprightness clad;  
They needed ne'er to shift; the clothes they wore,  
Was Nakedness, and they desired no more  
Until at last, that Hell-polluting sin,  
With Disobedience soiled their Souls within,  
And having lost their holiness Perfection,  
They held their Nakedness an Imperfection,  
Then (being both ashamed) they both did frame  
Garments, as weeds of their deserved shame.  
Thus, when as sin had brought God's curse on man,  
Then shame to make Apparel first began:  
e'er man had sinned, most plain it doth appear,  
He neither did, or needed Garments wear,  
For his Apparel did at first begin,  
To be the Robes of penance for his sin.  
Thus all the brood of Adam, and of Eve,  
The true use of Apparel may perceive,  
That they are Liveries, Badges unto all  
Of our sins, and our Parents woeful fall.  
Then more than mad, these mad-brained people be  
(Or else they see, and will not seem to see)  
That these same Robes (with Pride) that makes them swell,  
Are tokens that our best desert is hell.  

a Comparison.  Much like unto a Traitor to his King  
That would his Country to destruction bring,  
Whose Treasons being proved apparently,  
He by the Law is justly mged to dye,  
And when he looks for his deserved death,  
A Pardon comes and gives him longer breath,  
I think this man most madly would appear  
That would a halter in a glory wear,  
Because he with a halter merited  
Of life, to be quite desinherited.  
But if he should vainegloriously persist  
To make a Rope of silk or golden twist,  
And wear't as a more honourable show,  
Of his Rebellion, than course hemp or tow,  
Might not men justly say he were an Ass,  
Triumphing that he once a Villain was,  
And that he wore a halter for the nonce,  
In pride that he deserved hanging once?  
Such with our heavenly Father is the Case,  
Of our first Parents, and their sinful Race,  
Apparel is the miserable sign,  
That we are Traitors to our Lord divine,  
And we (like Rebels) still most pride do take  
In that which still most humble should us make.  
Apparel is the prison for our sin  
Which most should shame, yet most we Glory in;  
Apparel is the sheet of shame as't were  
Which (for our penance) on our backs we bear,  
For man Apparel never did receive,  
Till he eternal Death deserved to have.  
And thus Apparel to our sense doth tell  
Our sins against Heaven, and our desert of Hell.  
How vain is it for man, a clod of Earth,  
To boast of his high progeny, or Birth,  
Because (perhaps) his Ancestors were good,  
And sprung from Royal, or from Noble blood,  
Where Virtuous worth did in their minds inherit,  
Who gained their Honours by Desert and Merit;  
Whose service for their Country never failed,  
Who (justly) lived beloved, and died bewailed;  
Whose Affability, and Charity,  
Guided with pious true sincerity,  
Who to their states loved all their lives to join  
Love before Lands, Compassion before Coin?  
Yet when they died, left wealth, place, state, and name,  
To Heirs, who bury all in Pride & shame,  
But as the Sacred Truth most truly faith,  
" No man is saved by another's Faith;  
So though some honourable Rascals have  
Turned their good Fathers to their timeless grave,  
And like Ignoble noble Reprobates,  
Possess their names, possessions and estates,  
Yet (for they want their Virtues and Deserts)  
They are but Bastards to their better parts.  
Manasses was good Hezechtahi son,  
And with his Crown into a Vice did run;  
The Sire the title of good King did gain,  
The Son's Abominations all did stain;  
Honour is better well deserved then had,  
To have it undeserved, that Honour's bad.  
In Rome an ancient Law there sometimes was,  
Men should through Virtue unto Honour pass.  
And 'tis a Rule that evermore hath been,  
" That honour's best which a man's self doth win.  
'Tis no Inheritance, nor can it run  
Successively from Father to the Son;  
But if the Father nobly were inclined,  
And that the Son retain his worthy mind,  
If with his Father's goods he doth possess  
His goodness, all the world must then confess,  
That that Son's Honour doth itself display  
To be the Father's equal every way.  
Thus good men's Honours can no Honour be  
To their degenerate posterity,  
But 'tis a man's own Virtue, or his Vice,  
That makes his Honour high or low in price.  
Of Birth, or Parents, no man can be proud,  
Pride of Apparel here is disallowed,  
Pride of our Riches is most Transitory,  
Pride of our Beauty is a sading Glory:  
Pride of our wisdom is most foolish sorly:  
Pride of our holiness is most unholy,  
Pride of our strength is weakness in our thought,  
And Pride in any thing is come to nought.  
Pride hath been Author of the worst of Eails,  

* ●●ay 14. 14.  Transforming glorious Angels, into Devils,  
When Babel's Tower 'gan proudly to aspire,  
With tongues confusion, they were paid their hire.  
Through Pride the King of Babel's glory ceased.  

* Daniel 4. Daniel 5.  And for seven years it turned him to a beast;  
And Baltazar that next him did succeed,  
Lost life, and left his Empire to the 
* Acts 10. Josep●us lib I●. cap. 7 Acts. 8 Plutarch, in the life of of A'●ler, He was poisoned at Babylon  Mede,  
For Pride, to Tyre and Zidons' wicked Kings  

* Acts 12. Josep●us lib ●●. cap. 7 Acts. 8 Plutarch, in the life of of Alexander, He was poisoned at Babylon  The Prophet a most just destruction brings.  
Herod midst his ungodly glory vain,  
Through Pride was eaten up with worms, and slain,  
Great 
b The Mèdes and Persians.  Alexander, King of Macedon,  
Disdained to be his father Phillip's son,  
But he from jupiter would be descended,  
And as a god be honoured and attended,  
Yet Bain'de at Babylon he proved but man,  
His godhead ended foolish as't began.  
There was in Sicily a proud Physician.  
Menecrates, and he through high ambition,  
To be a god, himself would needs prefer,  
And would (forsooth) be named jupiter,  
King Dionysius making a great feast,  
This foole-god daigned there to be a guest,  
Who by himself was at a table placed,  
(Because his godhead should the more be graced)  
The other Guests themselves did feed and fill,  
He at an empty table still, sat still.  
At last with humble low Sir Reverence,  
A fellow came with fire and Frankincense,  
And offered to his godship, (saying then)  
Perfumes were fit for gods, and meat for men:  
The god in anger rose incontinent  
Well laughed at, and an hungered, home he went.  
The Roman Emperor Domitian  
Would be a god, was murdered by a man.  
Caligula would be a god of wonder,  
And counterfeit the lightning, and the thunder;  
Yet every Real heavenly Thundercracke,  
This Caitiff in such fear and terror strake,  
That he would quake, and shake, & hide his head  
In any hole, or underneath his bed.  
And when this godless god had many slain,  
A Tribune dashed out his ungodly brain.  
" And thus th' Almighty still against Pride doth frown,  
" And casts Ambition headlong tumbling down.  
Great Pompey would be all the world's superior,  
And Caesar unto none would be inferior;  
But as they both did live ambitiously,  
So both of them untimely deaths did dye.  
The one in Egypt had his final fall,  
The other murdered in the Capital.  
A number more Examples are beside,  
Which shows the miserable fall of Pride:  
And do men think to go to Heaven from hence  
By Pride, which cast the Angels headlong thence?  
Or do they through their Pride suppose to dwell  
With God, when Pride did make the Devils in hell?  
It is a Vice which God abhors and hates,  
And against it doth denounce most fearful threats.  
Oh, what a hellish vanity is't then,  
That doth bewitch vain women, and vile men,  
That rather than their Pride and they will sever,  
They will be severed from their God for ever?  
I will not say but Wisdom, Beauty, Health,  
Strength, Courage, Magnanimity, and Wealth,  
Empires and Kingdoms, rule of Sea, and Land,  
Are blessings given by God's all-giving hand;  
But not because on whom they are bestowed,  
Should in the stead of Humbleness wax proud,  
Or with vain glory have their hearts upheaved:  
For why? 
* 1. Cor. 4.  what ere they have, they have received:  
And therefore Christian Kings their style do grace  
King By the Grace of God, of such a place;  
Because by his especial providence  
They hold Majestical Pre-eminence.  
And as there is distinction of Estates,  
Some emperors, Kings, and mighty Potentates,  
Superiors and Inferiors, each degree,  
As Gods foreknowing Knowledge did foresee:  
Yet he did not bestow his bounteous Grace,  
To make the great men proud, or mean men base;  
Abundant wealth he to the Rich doth lend,  
That they the poor should secure and defend.  
He hath given strength and vigour to the strong,  
That they should guard the weak from taking wrong:  
To some he knowledge doth and wisdom grant,  
Because they should instruct the Ignorant:  
But unto no man God his gifts doth give,  
To make him proud, or proudly here to live.  
For Pride of state, birth, wisdom, beauty, strength,  
And Pride in any thing, will fall at length,  
But to be proud of Garments that we wear,  
Is the most foolish pride a heart can bear.  
For as they are the Robes of sin and shame,  
Yet more may be considered in the same:  
Be they compact of silk, or cloth of Gold,  
Or cloth, or stuffs, (of which there's manifold)  
Let them be laced and faced, or cut, or plain,  
Or any way to please the wearers brain,  
And then let him or her that is so clad,  
Consider but from whence these stuffs were had,  
How Mercers, Drapers, silkmen were the jailers,  
And how the Executioners were Tailors,  
That did both draw and quarter, slash and cut,  
And into shape, misshapen Remns-ants put.  
Consider this, and you will grant me than,  
That Garments are the workmanship of man.  
Which being granted no man can deny,  
But that it is most base Idolatry,  
T'adore or worship a proud paltry knave,  
Because the Mercer's shop hath made him brave.  
Or is it not a foolish vile mistaking,  
To Honour things that are a 
a A Taylor is but a man; therefore it is idolatry to worship his workmanship.  Tailors making?  
I make a vow, that never whilst I live  
A Reverence to Apparel will I give;  
Some goodness in the wearer I'll expect,  
Or else from me he shall have small Respect;  
If in him virtue, and true worth I see,  
He shall have heart and hand, and cap and knee.  
'tis laudable there should be difference made!  
Betwixt a Courtier, and a man of Trade:  
For sense or reason never would allow,  
A Prince to wear a habit for the Blow:  
Nor that a Carter vainly should aspire,  
To thrust himself into the Court attire.  
Distinctions of Office, and Estates  
Should habit men according to their rates.  
Thus I rich Garments no way do condemn,  
But I say no man should be proud of them.  
In Rome, a worthy Law there once was made,  
That every man, of each degree and Trade,  
Some mark or badge, about him still should bear,  
Whereby men knew what all men's callings were.  
The Consuls bearing the Imperial sway,  
(To whose command the rest did all obey)  
In token they had power to save or spill,  
Had Rods and Axes borne before them still.  
The Censors, Tribunes, AEdiles, and the Praetors,  
The Provosts, Questors, and the conservators,  
And as their offices were sundry varied,  
So were they known by things before them carried.  
The Mercer in his hat did wear some tough,  
Or shred of Silk, or Gold, his trading stuff;  
Drapers a piece of List, Weavers a quill,  
Or shuttle, and the Millers wore a Mill.  
And as men sundry callings did apply,  
So they wore Emblems to be known thereby.  
But if that Law were but enacted here,  
How like a plucked crow, would Pride soon appear?  
Some Tailors would be very mad at that,  
To wear each one a Bodkin in his hat;  
There's many a wealthy Whoremaster would skip,  
And stamp, and start, if he should wear a whip:  
But yet if every thief of each degree  
Were bound to wear a halter, God bless me:  
A Butcher still should wear a Calf or Bull,  
Myself (a Waterman) an Oar or Skull.  
And so of every trade both high and low,  
Men (by their badges) would their functions know.  
And if this Law the State would but allow,  
Some would wear Calf's skins, that wear velvet now.  
Then jacks and jill, and john a Drones his issue,  
Would not be trapped thus in Gold and Tissue.  
'Tis strange a coxcomb should be crammed with pride,  
Because he hath got on a Satin hide:  
A Grogreine outside, or a silver Case,  
Some fourteen groce of buttons, and Gold lace;  
When as perhaps the corpse that carries all,  
Hath more diseases than an Hospital,  
And (which is worst of all) his Soul within,  
Stinks before God, polluted with all sin.  
Rome great Arch-tyrant Nero, amongst all  
The matchless vices he was taxed withal,  
(The which in Histories are truly told,)  
Was said t'have shoe-ties all wrought o'er with gold,  
If in an Emperor (that did command  
Almost the whole world, both by Sea and Land,  
Who countermanded Indian Mines and gems,  
jewels, and almost all earth's Diadems,)  
To wear gold shoestrings were a noted crime,  
What may it then be called at this time,  
When many, below Ostlers in degree,  
Shall (in that point) be decked as brave as he?  
Thus Pride's an overweening self opinion,  
A soule-destroyer, come from Hell's dominion;  
Which makes vianglorious fools, & new found Madams  
Forget they are of Eve's good brood & adam's,  
But yet though pride be a most deadly sin,  
What numbers by it do their livings wiane?  
A world of people daily live thereby;  
Who (were it not for it) would starve and dye.  
Thus (by corruption of the time) this Devil  
Is grown a good, bad, necessary evil.  
She is the Mercers only fruitful crop,  
She is the Silkman, and th' Embrod'rers prop;  
She is the Haberdasher's chiefest Stock,  
She feeds the Hat-fellers with block on block:  
She makes the Dyers daily live to dye,  
And dye to live, and get great wealth thereby;  
She (every Winter) doth the Draper feed,  
With food and fuel She supplies his need.  
She is the Tailor's goddess; and upon her  
He daily doth attend to do her honour;  
All the inventions of his studious pate,  
He at her shrine doth ever consecrate,  
He rakes the world for fashions that excel,  
From Germany, from France, from Spain, from He●,  
And wovid himself be out of fashion qui●c,  
But that Pride in new fashions doth delight.  
Silke-weavers (of the which abundance are)  
Were't not for Pride, would hue, and dye most bare:  
Sempsters with ruffs and cuffs, & quoifes, and cawls,  
And falls, (were't not for pride) would soon have falls.  
The Shoemaker's neat, spanish, or polony,  
Would have but single-soaled receipt of money.  
The sweet perfumers would be out of favour,  
And hardly could be saviours by their savour.  
The glittering jeweller, and Lapidary,  
(But for Pride's help) were in a poor quandary.  
The Goldsmith's plate would stand upon his shelf,  
And's Rings and Chains he might wear out himself.  
Thus Pride is grown to such a height, I say,  
That were she banished, many would decay:  
For many hundred thousands are, you see,  
Which from ‛ Pride only, have meat, clothes, and fee.  
No marvel than she hath so many friends,  
When as such numbers on her still depends,  
Pride is their Mistress, the maintains them still,  
And they must serve her, or their case is ill.  
But as so many numbers numberless,  
Do line and flourish here by Pride's excess:  
So are there more upon the other side,  
Toiled and tormented still to maintain Pride.  
The painful Ploughman's pains do never cease  
For he must pay his Rent, or lose his lease,  
And though his Father and himself before,  
Have oft relieved poor beggars at their door;  
Yet now his Fine and Rent to high is reared,  
That his own meat, and clothes are scarcely cleared,  
Let him toil night and day, in light and dark,  
Lie with the Lamb down, rise up with the Lark,  
Dig, delve, plough, sow, rake, harrow, mo●v, lop, fell,  
Plant, graft, hedge, ditch, thresh, winnow, buy & sell;  
Yet all the money that his pains can win,  
His Landlord hath a purse to put it in.  
What though his Cattles with the Murrain dye,  
Or that the Earth her fruitfulness deny?  
Let him beg, steal, grieve, labour and lament,  
The Quarter comes, and he must pay his Rent:  
And though his Fine and Rent be high, yet higher  
It shall be raised, if once it doth expire:  
Let him and his be hunger-starved and pined,  
His Landlord hath decreed his bones to grind:  
And all this cark and care, and toil of his,  
Most chief for this only purpose is,  
That his gay Landlord may wear silk & feather,  
Whilst he poor drudge can scarce get freeze or leather;  
Because his Landlady may dog the fashion,  
he's racked and tortured without all compassion;  
Because his Landlords Heir may have renown  
Of Gentle, though the Father be a Clown:  
Because his Landlord's daughters (decked with pride)  
With ill-got portions may be Lad, side.  
In brief, poor tenants pinch for clothes and food  
To dawb with pride their Landlords & their brood.  
The time hath been (and some alive knows when)  
A Gentleman would keep some twenty men,  
Some thirty, and some forty, less or more,  
(As their Revenues did supply their store.)  
And with their Charities did freely feed  
The Widow, Fatherless, and poor man's need,  
But than did Pride keep residence in Hell,  
And was not come upon the earth to dwell:  
Then Love and Charity were at the best,  
Exprest●in Action, not in words professed.  
Then conscience did keep men in much more awe,  
Than the severest rigour of the Law,  
And then did men fear God (with true intent,)  
For's Goodness, not for fear of punishment.  
But since the Leprosy of Pride hath spread  
The world all over, from the foot to head:  
Good bounteous housekeeping is quite destroyed,  
And large revenues other ways employed;  
Means that would four men meat and means allow,  
Are turned to garters, and to roses now,  
That which kept twenty, in the days of old,  
By Satan is turned satin, silk, and gold,  
And one man now in garments he doth wear,  
A thousand acres, on his back doth bear,  
Whose ancestors in former times did give,  
Means for a hundred people well to live.  
Now all his shrunk, (in this vain glorious age)  
T'attire a coach, a footman, and a page,  
To dice, drink, drabs, tobacco, hanks & hounds,  
These are th'expense of many thousand pounds,  
Whilst many thousands starve, and daily perish,  
For want of that which these things used to cherish.  
There is another Pride, which some profess,  
Who pinch their bellies, for their backs excess:  
For though their guts through want of fodder clings,  
That they will make sweet filthy fiddle strings;  
Yet they will suffer their maws pine and lack,  
To trap with rich comparisons the back.  
These people, (for their Pride) do justice still,  
Upon themselves, although against their will.  
They do in their own stomaches, try, examine,  
And punish outward Pride, with inward famine.  
But sure the people can be good for nothing,  
Whose reputation only lies in clothing:  
Because the hangman oft may execute,  
A thief or traitor in a satin suit,  
And that suit which did from the gallows drop,  
May be again hanged in a Brokers shop,  
And then again hanged, and bought, and worn,  
And secondly (perhaps) to Tyburn borne:  
And so at sundry times, for sundry crimes,  
The Hangman may fallen one suit sixteen times,  
And every Rascal, that the same did fit,  
To be exceeding pocky proud of it.  
And all this while, (if I be not mistook)  
It rests unpaid for, in the Mercer's book.  
Thus many simple honest people have,  
Given worship to a Brokers wardrobe slave,  
Thus Tyburn ornaments may be the chief,  
To grace a graceless arrant whore, or thief.  
A Servingman, I in cast clothes have seen,  
That did himself so strangely overween,  
That with himself he out of knowledge grew,  
And therefore all his old friends he misknewe,  
Until at last his Glory did decrease,  
His outside faced with tatters, rags and grease,  
Then did the changing time, the youth transform  
From Pride, to be as lowly as a worm.  
A many of these fellows may be had,  
That's meek or proud, as clothes are good or bad.  
I leave true Noble Gentry all this while,  
Out of the reach of my invective style,  
'tis fit that those of worthy race and place,  
Should be distinguished from the Vulgar base.  
Particulars I'll not to question call,  
My Satire is against Pride in general.  
Soft Raiment is in Princes Courts allowed,  
Not that the wearers should thereof be proud:  
For worth and wisdom knows most certainly,  
That Hell gives pride, and Heaven Humility,  
And be their garments ne'er so rare or rich,  
They never can make Pride their hearts bewitch.  
Then if all sorts of men considered this,  
Most vain the pride of any raiment is,  
For neither Sea, land, fish, fowl, worm, or beast,  
But man's beholding to the most and least.  
The silly Sheep puts off his coat each year,  
And gives it to forgetful man to wear:  
The Ox, Calf, Goat, and Deer do not refuse  
To yield their skins, to make him boots & shoes,  
And the poor silkworm labours night and day,  
T'adorn and granish man with rich array:  
Therefore if men of this did rightly think,  
Humility would grow, and pride would shrink.  
Fowls of the air dee yield both fans & plumes  
And a poor Civet-cat allows perfumes.  
The Earth is ripped and boweled, rend and torn,  
For gold and silver which by man is worn:  
And sea and land are raked and searched & sought,  
For jewels too fare fetched, and too dear bought.  
Thus man's beholding still (to make him trim)  
Unto all creatures, and not they to him.  
Nature (without man's help) doth them supply,  
And man without their help would starve and dye.  
If men (I say) these things considered well,  
Pride then would soon be tumbled down to hell.  
Their golden suits that make them much renowned,  
Is but the guts and garbage of the ground:  
Their Civet (that affords such dainty scents)  
Is but a poor Cats sweeting Excrements;  
Their rarest jewels (which most glister forth)  
Are more for outward show then inward worth,  
They are high valued at all times, and season,  
But for what reason, none can give a reason,  
The best of, them like whores, hath ever been,  
Most fair without, and full of bane within.  
And let a great man wear a piece of glass,  
It (for his sake) will for a Diamond pass;  
But let a man that's of but mean degree,  
Wear a fair Diamond, yet it glass must be.  
This valuing of a jewel is most fit  
It should not grace a man, man should grace it.  
A good man to his suit is a repute,  
A knave's repute lies only in his suit.  
And for a stone, that but three drams hath weighed,  
Of precious poison, hundreds have been paid.  
And who can tell how many lives were lost,  
In fetching home the Babbles of such cost?  
(For many of them as are as dear bought,  
As if they from 
a The field of blood, that the jews bought with thirty pieces of silver, which judos brought back again after he betrayed Christ, Mat. 27 7. Acts 1.19.  Acheldama were brought.)  
Yet some rush through (fantastques pates to please)  
Rocks, sands & change of air, rough winds & seas  
Storms, tempests, gusts, flaws, pirates, sword, & fire,  
Death, or else slavery, (never to retire.)  
And thus prides various humours to suffice,  
A number hazard these calamities;  
When our own Country doth afford us here,  
jewels more precious, nothing nigh so dear.  
A whetstone is more necessary sure,  
A grindstone much more profit doth procure:  
But for a 
b A millstone is a peerless jewel.  millstone, that's a jewel rare,  
With which no other stone can make compare.  
The loadstone is the means to find the rest,  
But of all stones the millstone is the best.  
Free stones and artificial ricks ●● grant,  
Are stones, which men in building cannot want ●  
And the flintstone can yield us ●● and heat,  
But yet the millstone yields us bread to eat.  
The tilestone keeps us dry, the roadestone bides,  
And holds fast Boats, in tempests, winds, and tides,  
The chalk stone serves for lime, or for account  
To score, how reckon do abate or mount.  
Pebbles, and gravel, mend high ways, I know,  
And ballast ships, which else would overthrew.  
And this much i'll maintain here with my pen,  
These are the stones that most do profit men:  
These, these are they, if we consider well,  
That Saphires, and the Diamonds do excel,  
The Pearl, the Em'raald, and the Turkess bleu,  
The sanguine Coral, Ambers golden hue,  
The Crystal, lacinth, Acha●c, Ruby red,  
The Carbuncie Squared, cut, and polished,  
The Onyx, Topaz, laspar, Hematite,  
The fable let, the Touch, and Chrysolite;  
All these considered as they are indece,  
Are but vain toys that do man's fancy feed;  
The stones I named before, do much more good  
For building, ●avling, lodging, firing, food.  
Yet jewels for their lawful use are sent,  
To be a lustre, and an ornament  
For State, magnificence, and Princely port,  
To show a Kingdom's glory, at the Court;  
And God (I know) ordained them to be worn;  
Superior States to honour and adorn,  
And for the uses they were made are good,  
If (as they should be) they are understood:  
T'adorn our persons they are still allowed,  
But not to buy too dear, or make us proud.  
The holy Ghost in Exodus recites,  
How Aaron (High Priest of the Israelites)  
Twelve several stones did on his Breastplate bear,  
Which of the twelve Tribes a remembrance were;  
But they were mystical, prophetic tropes,  
And figures of Salvations future hopes.  
But God did never give or Gold or gem,  
Or jewel, that we should take pride in them.  
The Deu'ill laughed lately at the stinking stir,  
We had about 
c Two invective Pamphlets against the monstrous & shape● less disguises of men and women.  Hic Mulier, and Haec Vir,  
The Masculine apparelled Feminine,  
And Feminine attired Masculine,  
The Woman-man, Man-woman, choose you whether,  
The Female-male, Male-female, both, yet neither;  
He is Pantonsinicks, that themselves bedights,  
Like shameless double sexed Hermaphrodites,  
Virago Roaring Girls, that to their middle,  
To know what sex they were, was half a Riddle,  
Brave trimmed & trussed, with daggers & with dags,  
Stout Captain Maudlin's feather bravely wags,  
Lieutenant 
a Female Soldiers.  Dol, and valiant Ensign Bess,  
alarmed with impudence and shamelessness;  
Whose Calves eg-starch may in some sort be taken  
As if they had been hanged to smoke like Bacon,  
Whose borrowed hair (perhaps) not long before  
Dropped from the head of some diseased Whore,  
Or one that at the Gallows made her Will,  
Late choked with the Hangman's Pickadill.  
In which respect, a Sow, a Cat, a Mare,  
More modest than these foolish Females are.  
For the bruit beasts (continual night and day)  
Do wear their own still (and so do not they.)  
But these things have so well been banged and firked,  
And Epigrammed and Satired, whipped and Ierked,  
Cudgeled and bastinadoed at the Court,  
And Comically stag'de to make men sport,  
Iyged, and (with all reason) mocked in Rhyme,  
And made the only scornful theme of Time;  
And Ballad-mongers had so great a task,  
(As if their mazes all had got the laske.)  
That no more time therein my pains I'll spend,  
But freely leave them to amend, or end.  
I saw a fellow take a white loaves pith,  
And rub his masters white shoes clean therewith,  
And I did know that fellow, (for his pride)  
To want both bread and meat before he died.  
Some I have heard of, that have been so fine,  
To wash and bathe themselves in milk or wine,  
Or else with whites of eggs, their faces garnish,  
Which makes them look like visors, or new varnish.  
Good bread, and oatmeal hath been spilt like trash,  
My Lady Polecats dainty hands to wash:  
Such there hath been, but now if such there are,  
I wish that want of food may be their share.  
Some practice every day the Painter's trade,  
And strive to mend the work that God hath made:  
But these deceivers are deceived fare,  
With falsely striving to amend, they mar:  
With devilish dawning, plast'ring they do spread,  
Deforming so themselves with white and red,  
The end of all their cunning that is shown,  
Is, God will scarcely know them for his own.  
In a great frost, bare-breasted, and unlaced,  
I have seen some as low as to their waste:  
One half attired, the other half stark bare,  
Shows that they half ashamed, half shameless are,  
Half, (or else all) from what they should be erring,  
And neither fish or flesh, nor good red herring.  
I blowed my nails when I did them behold:  
And yet that naked Pride would feel no cold.  
Some every day do powder so their hair,  
That they like Ghosts, or Millers do appear:  
But let them powder all that ere they can,  
Their Pride will stink before both God and man.  
There was a tradesman's wife, which I could name,  
(But that I'll not divulge abroad her shame)  
Which a strong legion of good garments wore,  
As gowns and petticoats, and kirtles store,  
Smocks, headtires, aprons, shadows, shaparoons,  
(Whimwhams, & whirligigs to please Baboons)  
jewels, rings, ooches, brooches, bracelets, chains;  
(More than too much to fit her idle brains)  
Besides, she paid (not counting muffs and ruffs)  
Four pounds six shillings for two pair of cuffs.  
'Twill make a man half mad, such worms as those,  
The general gifts of God should thus engross:  
And that such numbers want their needful use,  
Whilst hellish Pride perverts them to abuse.  
Now a few lines to paper I will put,  
Of men's Beards strange and variable cut:  
In which there's some do take as vain a Pride,  
As almost in all other things beside.  
Some are reaped most sudstantiall, like a brush,  
Which makes a Natural wit known by the bush:  
(And in my time of some men I have heard,  
Whose wisdom have been only wealth and beard)  
Many of these the proverb well doth fit,  
Which says Bush natural, More hair then wit.  
Some seem as they were starched stiff and fine,  
Like to the bristles of some angry swine:  
And some (to set their Love's desire on edge)  
Are cut and prun'de like to a quick set hedge.  
Some like a spade, some like a fork, some square,  
Some round, some mowed like stubble, some stark bare,  
Some sharp Steletto fashion, dagger like,  
That may with whispering a man's eyes out pike:  
Some with the hammer cut, or Roman T,  
Their beards extravagant reformed must be,  
Some with the quadrate, some triangle fashion,  
Some circular, some ●uall in translation,  
Some perpendicular in longitude,  
Some like a thicket for their crassitude,  
That heights, depths, bredths, triforme, square, oval, round,  
And rules Gec' metrical in beards are found,  
Besides the upper lip's strange variation,  
Corrected from mutation to mutation;  
As't were from tithing unto tithing sent,  
Pride gives to Pride continual punishment.  
Some (spite their teeth) like thatched cues downward grows,  
And some grows upwards in despite their nose.  
Some their mustatioes of such length do keep,  
That very well they may a manger sweep:  
Which in Beer, Ale, or Wine, they drinking plunge,  
And suck the liquor up, as't were a Sponge;  
But 'tis a Slovens beastly Pride, I think,  
To wash his beard where other men must drink.  
And some (because they will not rob the cup,  
Their upper chaps like pot hooks are turned up,  
The Barbers thus (like Tailors) still must be,  
Acquainted with each cuts variety:  
Yet though with beards thus merrily I play,  
'Tis only against ‛ Pride which I inveigh:  
For let them wear their hair or their attire,  
According as their states or minds desire,  
So as no puffed up Pride their hearts possess,  
And they use Gods good gifts with thankfulness.  

a Against Pride of Worldly wisdom.  There's many an idle shallow pated Gull,  
Thinks his own wisdom to be wonderful:  
And that the State themselves do much forget,  
Because he in authoritie's not set:  
And having scarcely wit to rule a Cottage,  
Thinks he could guide a Kingdom with his dotage.  
True wisdom is man's only guide and guard,  
To live here, to live better afterward.  
It is a rich man's chief preeminence,  
And 'tis a poor man's stay, and best defence.  
But worldly wisdom is the ground of all  
The mischiefs that to man did ever fall.  
God's Wisdom is within the Gospel hid,  
Which we to 
* Cor. 2. 7.  search, are by our Saviour bid.  
Thus Pride of humane wisdom is all vain,  
And foolish fancies of men's idle brain.  

d Against Pride of humane knowledge.  Pride of our knowledge, we away must throw,  
For he knows most, which least doth seem to know:  
One Apple from the Tree of life is more,  
Then from the tree of knowledge half a score:  
'Tis good for us to know our Masters will,  
But the not doing it, makes knowledge ill.  
there's many know, the Just in heaven shall dwell,  
Yet they unjustly run the way to hell.  
The life Eternal no way can be won,  
But to know God, and 
* john 17. 3.  jesus Christ his Son.  
Christ (to his people) by his word and passion,  
Taught men the joyful 
c Luke 1. 73.  knowledge of salvation.  
●●rather had by knowledge, raise my chance,  
Then to be poor with barbarous ignorance;  
Yet better 'twere I nothing understood,  
Then to know goodness, and to do no good.  
Thus knowledge, worthy is of dignity;  
But not to make the knowers proud thereby.  
For if men would, to know themselves endeavour,  
Pride of their knowledge would infect them never.  

* Against Pride of riches.  Pride of our riches is a painful pleasure,  
Like sumpter horses laden with rich treasure,  
●o misers bear their wealth as they are able,  
Till Death the ostler makes the grave their stable.  
There's some take pride in treasure basely got,  
Have it, yet want it, as they had it not;  
And though to get it, no vile means they spare,  
To spend it on themselves they seldom dare;  
How can a base extortionizing Boar,  
Get riches ill, and give God thankes therefore?  
●Tis all one, if a thief, a bawd, a witch,  
Or a Bribetaker should grow damned rich,  
And for their trash, got with their hellish pranks,  
The hypocriticke slaves will give God thanks.  
No, let the litter of such hellhound whelps,  
Give thanks to th'devil (author of their helps)  
To give God thanks, it is almost all one,  
To make him partner in extortion.  
Thus if men get their wealth by means that's evil,  
Let them not give God thanks but thanke the Devil.  
Yet wealth the gift of God hath ever been,  
But not such wealth that's only got by sin;  
Nor any wealth, if men take pride therein.  
And those who put their foolish confidence  
In Riches, trusting to their false defence;  
Those that with Mammon are bewitched so,  
Our Saviour against them threats a fearful 
* Luke 24.  woe.  
Humility with Riches may be blessed.  
But Pride's a poison God doth still detest.  

a Against Pride of Learning.  Pride of our Learning's vain, it doth appear,  
For though men study many a weary year,  
And learned as much, as possible the brain,  
Or scope of man's Inventions may attain,  
Yet after all their studies, truth doth show,  
Much more is what they know not, than they know,  
To learn by bad men's vices, vice to shun,  
By good men's good, what should by us be done:  
This is the learning we should practise most,  
Not to be proud thereof, or vainly boast,  

b Against being proud of Prince's savours.  A Prince's favour is a precious thing,  
Yet it doth many unto ruin bring;  
Because the havers of it proudly use it,  
And (to their own ambitious ends) abuse it.  
If men that are so stately and so strange,  
Would but remember how time oft doth change,  
And note how some in former times did speed,  

c Comparison.  By their examples they would take some heed:  
For as a cartwheel in the way goes round,  
The spoke thats highest is quickly at the ground,  
So Envy, or just cause, or misconceit,  
In Prince's Courts, continually do wait,  
That he that is this day Magnifico,  
To morrow may go by jeronimo.  
The spokes that now are highest in the wheels,  
Are in a moment lowest by the heels.  
Haman was proud, past reasons bounds or scope,  
And his vain glory ended in a rope,  
And his ten sons, in duty to obey  
Their father, followed him the selfsame way.  
Those men that harbour Pride within their breast,  
Do seldom end their days in peace and rest.  
But if they do, disgrace and shame withal,  
Are the chief waiters on their funeral.  
Where honour is with noble virtue mixed,  
It like a rock stands permanent and fixed,  
The snares of envy, or her traps of hate  
Can never, nor shall ever hurt that stare:  
Like Adamant it doth beat back the battery  
Of spiteful malice, and deceiving flattery,  
For it with pride can never be infected,  
But humbly is supernally protected,  
Such with their Kings shall ever be beloved,  

a Against Pride of beauty.  And like to fixed stars, stand fast, unmoved.  
Those that are proud of Beauty, let them know,  
Their Pride is out a fickle, fading show.  
A smoke, a bubble, a time-tossed toy,  
A Luna-like, frail, ever changing joy.  
For as a tide of flood, flowed to the height,  
Doth (in a moment) fall to ebbing strait:  
So beauty, when it is most fair and fine,  
(Like new plucked flowers) doth presently decline.  
That man or woman's virtue doth excel,  
If with their beauty chastity doth dwell:  
But Pride of beauty is a mark most sure,  
That th'owners of it use to procure  
The Papbian pastime, and the Cyprian game,  
The sports of Venus, and the acts of shame,  
To breed the heat of Enpids' lustful flame.  
Oft beauty hath fair chastity displaced,  
But chastity hath beauty ever graced.  
For 'tis a maxim, Those have ever been,  
That are most fair without, most foul within.  
Too oft hath beauty, by disloyalty,  
Branded itself with lasting infamy,  
That one frail creature, (nobly well descended)  
(Proud of her fairness) foully hath offended,  
And on her house and kindred, laid a blot,  
That the dishonour ne'er will be forgot.  
But a fair feature virtuously inclined,  
A beauteous outside, and a pious mind,  
Such are Gods Images Epitomies,  
And Cabinets of heaven's blessed treasuries:  
And therefore be thy feature, fair or foul,  
Let inward virtues beautify the soul.  

b Against Pride of our strength.  Pride of our strength, shows weakness in our wit,  
Because the Colic, or an Ague sit,  
The rooth-ach, or the pricking of a pin,  
Oft lets the strength out, and the weakness in.  
The Tribe of Dans great glory, 
* judges 16. 19  Samsons strength,  
By a weak woman was o'erthrown at length.  
And sure there's many do themselves much wrong  
In being proud because they are made strong,  
For a great number living now there are,  
Can wrestle, throw the sledge, or pitch the bar,  
That on their backs four hudred weight can bear,  
And horseshoes (with their fists) in sunder tear,  
Yet never use their strength in any thing,  
To serve their God, their Country, or their King.  
But with outrageous acts their lives pursue,  
As if God gave them strength but as their due,  
As though they like the Giants could remove,  
And hurl great mountains at the head of jove,  
Or like Gargantua or Polypheme,  
Or Gogmagog, their boisterous fancies dream,  
That they more wonders by their strength can do,  
Then Hercules could e'er attain unto.  
Let those Goliabs', that in strength take pride,  
Know that the Lord of Hosts doth them deride,  
And what they are (that proudly brag and swell  
Of strength) let any man but note them well,  
If hurt or sickness make their strength decay,  
A man shall never see such Cows as they.  
Being strong, their minds on God they never set;  
In weakness, justly he doth them forget:  
Strength, thus like headstrong jades they do abuse it,  
For want of Reasons bridle how to use it.  

a Against Pride of our having children.  Pride of our child's vain; our proper stem  
Must either dye from us, or we from them.  
If our examples of the life we live,  
Enrich them not more than the gifts we give,  
If (disobedient) they despise instruction,  
And will perversely run into destruction;  
Much better had it been, we had not been  
Begetters of such Imps of shame and sin.  
Children no duty to such Parents own,  
Who suffer vice their youth to overgrow,  
Neglect to teach thy son in younger years,  
He shall reject thee in thy hoary hairs,  
The way to make our children us obey,  
Is that ourselves from God run not astray,  
Such measure to our Maker as we meet,  
'tis just, that such, we from our children get.  
Th' Apostle Paul exhorteth more and less,  
To be all children in maliciousness:  
That is to say, as children harmless be,  
So we should from maliciousness be free.  
Thus Pride of birth, apparel, wealth, strength state,  
And Pride of humane wisdom God doth hate:  
Of knowledge, learning, beauty, children and  
The Pride of Prince's favour cannot stand.  
And Pride in any thing shall evermore,  
Be barred and shut from heavens Eternal door,  
For whosoever will believe and look,  
Shall find examples in the sacred hook:  
That God hath ever against the proud withstood,  
And that a proud heart never came to good.  
He faith, Pride is 
* Toby 4. 13.  destruction, and again  
That Pride is 
* Toby 4. 13.  hateful before God and men:  
How Pride's beginning is from God to fall,  
And of all sin is the 
* Toby 4. 13.  original.  
Who taketh hold on Pride, in great affliction  
Shall be o'erthrown, filled with God's malediction, 
b Eccles, 10.   
Pride was not made for man, man hath no part  
In pride, for God 
* Proverbes 16. Pro. 29. Eccles. 29. Matt. 23. Luk 1418. Luke 1. judith 9  abherreth a proud heart,  
And 'tis decreed by the Almighty's doom,  
That pride unto a fearful fall shall come.  
A person that is prend, ne'er pleased God yet:  
For how can they please him whom they forget?  
Yet as before I said, again I'll say,  
That pride to such a height is grown this day:  
That many a thousand thousand family,  
Were't not for pride would beg, or starve and dye.  
And the most part of them are men of might,  
Who in pride's quarrel will both speak and fight:  
I therefore have no hope to put her down,  
But Satyre-like, to tell her of her own.  
There is another pride which I must touch,  
It is so bad, so base, so too too much:  

a Against libelers. Most of these Libelers have an Itching vein of Rhyming, which with much seratching makes scurvy lines & so from itch to scratch, from scratch to scurvy, & from scurvy to scabbed they proceed in time, with their b●●thing, to be termed (by knaves and fools) scald Poets.  Which is, if any good man's fortune be,  
To rise to Honourable dignity,  
Or through infirmity, or wilfulness,  
Men fall unhappily into distress.  
That Libelers do spirit their wits like froth,  
To rail at Honour, and dishonour both.  
These Mongrel whelps are ever snarling still,  
Hating men's goodness, glorying in their ill,  
Like bloodhound ●●rs, they daily hunt and sent,  
And rhyme and jig on others detriment:  
Supposing it a very virtuous thing,  
To be an arrant Knave in libelling.  
Forsooth these Screech-owls would be called the wits,  
Whose flashes fly abroad by girds and fits:  
Who do their mangy Muses magnify:  
Making their sports of men's calamity,  
But yet for all their hateful hellith mirth,  
They are the vilest cowards on the earth:  
For there's not one that doth a libel frame,  
Dares for his ears subscribe to it his name.  
'tis a base brutish pride to take a pen,  
And libel on the miseries of men;  
For why all men are mortal, weak and frail.  
And all, from what they should be, fall and sail.  
And therefore men should in these slip'ry times  
Bewail men's miseries, and hate their crimes:  
Let him that stands, take heed he doth not fall.  
And not rejoice in men's mis-haps at all.  
It is too much for Libelers to meddle,  
To make their Muse a Hangman or a Beadle:  
At men's misfortunes to deride and jest,  
To add distress to those that are distressed.  
As I do hold men's vices to be vile,  
So at their miseries I'll never smile,  
And in a word (left tediousness offend)  
A Libelier's a Knave, and there's an end.   

Thus having of Pride's various forms related,  
And how of God, and good men it is hated:  
I think it fit some Lines in praise to write,  
Of Virtues which to Pride are opposite.  
For vice with show of Virtue blinds the eye,  
And Virtue makes vice known apparently.  
When falsehood is examined and compared  
With Truth, it makes truthhave the more regard.  
The Crow seems blackest, when the Swan stands near  
And goodness makes the ill most bad appear:  
So virtues that are contrary to vices,  
Make them contemptible, and base in prices:  

a The praise of Humility.  Humility, if it be well embraced,  
It makes disdainful Pride, disdained, disgraced:  
Humility is a most heavenly gift,  
The Stayre that doth (to Glory) men up lift.  
None but the meek and lowly humbled spirit  
Shall true eternal happiness inherit:  
Those that are humble, honour 
* Eecles' 19  God always,  
And only those will he to honour raise.  
If thou beest great in state, give thanks therefore.  
And humble still thyself, so much the more.  
He that is humble, love's his Christian brother,  
And thinks himself 
* Phil. 2. 3.  inferior to all other:  
Those that are meek, the Lord shall ever guide,  
And 
* Psal. 25. 9 Psal. 138. 6.  teach them in his ways still to abide.  
For though the Lord be high, he hath respect  
Unto the 
* Prou. 22.4.  lowly, whom he will protect.  
Humility, and lowliness goes on,  
Still before honour, (as saith Solomon)  
He that is humble here and free from strife,  
Shall for 
* Mat. 23. 12.  reward have glory, wealth, and life.  
He that himself doth humble, certainly,  
Our Saviour saith, shall be 
* Mat. 23. 12.  exalted high.  
He that with Christ will wear a glorious Crown,  
Must cast himself, (as Christ did) humbly down.  
And like to the rebounding of a ball,  
The way to rise, must first be, low to fall.  
For God the Father will accept of none,  
That put not on the meekness of his Son:  
If proudly, thou do lift thyself on high,  
God and his blessings, from thee, still will fly:  
But if thou humble, meek, and lowly be,  
God and his blessings will come down to thee.  
If thou wouldst travel unto heaven, then know,  
Humility's the way that thou must go.  
If in presumptuous paths of Pride thou tread,  
'Tis the right wrong way that to hell doth lead.  
Know that thy birth, attire, strength, beauty, place,  
Are given unto thee by God's special grace:  
Know that thy wisdom, learning, and thy wealth,  
Thy life, thy Prince's favour, beauty, health,  
And whatsoever thou canst goodness call,  
Was by God's bounty given unto thee all.  
And know that of thine own thou dost possess  
Nothing but sin, and woeful wretchedness,  
A Christians pride should only be in this,  
When he can say that God his Father is.  
When grace and mercy, (well applied) afford,  
To make him brother unto Christ his Lord.  
When he unto the holy Ghost can say,  
Thou art my Schoolmaster, whom I'll obey;  
When he can call the Saints his fellows, and  
Say to the Angels, for my guard you stand,  
This is a laudable, and Christian pride,  
To know Christ, and to know him crucified.  
This is that meek ambition, low aspiring,  
Which all men should be earnest in desiring:  
Thus to be proudly humble, is the thing,  
Which will us to the state of glory bring.  
But yet beware; pride hypocritical,  
Puts not humilities cloak on at all:  
A lofty mind, with lowly cap and knee,  
Is humble pride, and meek hypocrisy.  
Ambitious minds, with adulating looks,  
Like courteous (Crowne-aspiring) 
a King Henry the fourth.  Bullinbrookes',  
As a great ship ill suited with small sail,  
As judas meant all mischief, cried, All hail,  
Like the humility of Absalon:  
This shadowed pride, much danger waits upon.  
These are the counterseite (God save ye Sirs)  
That have their flatteries in particulars,  
That courteously can hide their proud intents,  
Under varieties of compliments,  
These Vipers bend the knee, and kiss the hand,  
And swear, (sweet Sir) I am at your command,  
And proudly make humility a screw,  
To wring themselves into opinions view.  
This pride is hateful, dangerous, and vile,  
And shall itself (at last) itself beguile.  
Thus pride is deadly sin, and sin brings shame,  
Which here I leave to hell, from whence it came.    
FINIS.   


TO THE MOST HIGH AND ALMIGHTY God the Father, Creator of the World, and to the King of Kings, Lord of Lords, and only Ruler of Princes, jesus Christ, the Glorious Redeemer of the World, And to the most holy & Blessed Spirit, the Comfort of all true Believers, and Sanctisier of the World, Three Persons, and one Eternal Omnipotent God.  
MOst mighty, gracious, merciful, and glorious God, that triest the heart, and searchest the reines, from whom no secret is hid; in the assurance of thy neverfailing clemency, and hope of thy gracious acceptance, I humbly offer to thy most dread Majesty, these my poor labours, which out of thine own Word, and by and through thy blessed assistance, I have (for the glory of thy great Name compiled) I acknowledge myself the meanest of men, and the most unworthy of thy unworthy servants, to present my polluted & imperfect duty to thee, that art the Fountain of perfection, purity and holiness; but thou that knowest mine intentions meek and humble, free from the expectation of worldly applause, and only aiming to reprehend and reform the too much, too frequent impieties of Cursing and Swearing, so hateful to thee, and so abusive to thy Law, upon the knees of my heart I prostrate myself before the feet of thy Mercy seat, beseeching thee for thy Names sake (too much profaned) for thy Glories sake, too much abused, for thy Son's sake, who with thyself art neglected, contemned and reviled, that thou wilt be pleased to arise, O Lord, and scatter thine enemies; that though this work of mine be but weak, and I the workman far weaker, yet through my frailty be thou pleased to show thy power; let my lines be like Shamgars' Goad, judges, 3 31. Like jaels' Nail, judges 4.21. Or i jawe-bone which Samson fought withal, judges 15. Or David's Sling, 1. Sam. 17. That (through thy might) these accursed Philistines, with uncircumcised hearts, may be either amended or confounded; That all the reviling Rabshakehs' may be made to know, that thou art icalous of thy glory: so bless, I beseech thee, these my labours, that children reading them, may be seasoned with a fear and reverence of thy Majestic: that those who already do hate Cursing and Swearing, may hereby be the more confirmed in that godly hatred: That the wretched careless blasphemers and accursed takers of thy Name in vain, may be ashamed & reform, that thereby thou mayst be glorified, thy Church comforted and edified, and our sinful lives amended, and finally our souls everlastingly saved, through thy mere and infinite mercy, and our blessed Saviour's boundless merits: To whom (with thee and the holy Ghost) be all praise, power and glory, now and for ever.  
Thy Eternal Majesty's lowest and least of thy ungracious servants, JOHN TAYLOR.   

TO THE HIGH AND MIGHTY MONARCH, AND MY DREAD Sovereign, CHARLES, by the Grace and Providence of God, King of Great Britain, France and Ireland, Defender, etc.  
My Gracious Sovereign,  
I Your Majesty's poor undeserved servant, having formerly (oftentimes presented to your Highness many small Pamphlets (the best fruits of my lean and sterile invention) and always your Princely affability and beunty did express and manifest your Royal and generous disposition: and whereas your Gracious Father (of ever blessed and famous memory) did not only like and encourage, but also more than reward the barren glean of my Poetical inventions: so now I am bold to present unto your Majesty this my best and superlative part of my last studies, I know (Royal Sir) that man's Pilgrimage here must have a period; and as the Tree falls East or West, so it rises, and He that knows the heart, doth know that I do (not hypocritically) take to heart, that many numberless Blasphemies, Curses and Oaths, which are carelessly, presumptuously and damnably breathed every day, hour and minute, against the Almighty and infinite Majesty of God: Sure I am, that God takes my part in resisting and writing against these crying crimes, and I am persuaded that your Majesty hath an innated Christian hured of them, I likewise know that all good men do abhor and detest them; and as on the one side I will (or would) not be a Stoic or Precisian, nor on the other side an Atheist, so in the midway I have written this small Treatise, to express myself a Christian, and what a Christian in these points should be; and though the work be small and rudely compiled, though I (the Author) am altogether meritlesse of any good, yet is the matter great, and so great, that it merits the protection of all such as do acknowledge there is a God. Wherefore I humbly beseech your Majesty to accept and Patronise this poor labour of mine, that your powerful approvement of it, may make it pass thorough all your Kingdoms and Territories Cum Privilegio, that children by reading it in their youths, may have an engrafted hatred of these sins; that elder people may thereby here form from them; that all in general may loathe and abhor them; that God may be honoured, and our souls eternally saved.  
Your Majesty's humble Subject and servant, JOHN TAYLOR.   

AGAINST CURSING AND SWEARING.  
GOD, by whose incomprehensible power all things were made of nothing, Genesis 1. By whose unspeakable mercy all true Believers are Redeemed, Isay 52, 3. By whose Almighty Providence, all things (great and small) are conserved, Mat. 10. 29. And nothing can pass without it, Pro. 16. 33. Whose Name is holy, Luke 1. 49. Whose name is a strong Tower to defend the Righteous, Pro. 28. 10. And a consuming fire against obstinate impenitent sinners, Deut. 4. 24. Who is a jealous and revenging God, Nahum. 1. 2. Who filleth Heaven and Earth, and seethe all things, jeremy 23. 24. Who is the Lord of Hosts, 2 Sem. 6. 17, 18. Who hath sworn by Himself, that to him every knee shall bow in fear and reverence of his dreadful Majesty, Isay, 45. 23. Who hath been so gracious, that he hath made Man only for his own service, and so bountiful, that he hath made all other Creatures for the service of Man: who blessed him, and gave him power to bless in the glorious Name of the Lord of Hosts, 2 Sam. 6. 17, 18. Who in a fearful voice of Thunder, did in mount Sinai proclaim his sacred Law, and denounced this dreadful and terrible judgement, that he would not hold him guiltless that takes his name in vain, even that God hath forbidden us to curse. Exod 20. 7.  
But to bless them that Curse us, Rom. 12. 14. Luke 6. 28. Mat. 5.44. Yet nevertheless, by the temptation of that old and irreconciliable enemy of God and Man, by the malice and mischief of that old Dragon and subtle Serpent the Devil, Man hath mounted and spread to such a height and breadth these execrable vices of Cursing, Swearing and Blaspheming, that all estates and conditions, high and low, great and small, oldor young, male and female, are universally possessed with these impieties, and by long custom it is in a manner almost as natural as eating, drinking or sleeping, as though there were no God that had forbade these crying crimes, or no hell reserved for a punishment of them.  
In this small Treatise I do not put pose to condemn all sorts of Cursing or Swearing, for that were to declare and pronounce myself Accursed: but my intent is (as God pleaseth to enable me) to declare how fare these two brethren Curses and Oaths are lawful or unlawful: and because I find Cursing to be the most elder and of most antiquity, I purpose first to show (as fare as I have assured warrant) my opinion concerning Curses and Execrations.  
Curses and Cursing are divided into four several kinds. 

As  
First, From God to Man,  
Secondly, From Man to Man.  
Thirdly, From Man to himself.  
Fourthly, From Man to God.    
The first is Just, for God did never Curse any Man, Family, Tribe, Kingdom or Nation, but, there was a just deserving of that Curse: for Man being altogether sinful, and God infinitely Just, God's Curse is due and just for the transgression of Man.  
The Second is uncharitable, as when one Man curseth another, for all Men (that are Christians) who have one and the same Redemption in the blood of Christ Jesus, who do in the Lord's Prayer call God Our Father, are forbidden to Curse, and commanded to them that Curse us.  
The third is, when a man shall Curse himself, which is more uncharitable, for Charity should begin are home: and can that man be thought to wish well to any man, that wisheth hurt to himself? or may it be conceived, that he that is so graceless to Curse himself, hath the grace to pray for another?  
The fourth is, when Man doth Curse God, (which is most damnable) for can there be a most execrable sin, than such impious ingratitude, that the Creature should Curse the Creator's that the redeemed should Blaspheme her Redeemer: or that impiety should mount to such a height of impudence as to curse ' the blessed Spirit?  

Of these four in Order.  
FOr the first, God did most justly Curse our first Parents in Paradise, and in all People and Nations (being of their offspring) are originally polluted with their transhressions, and miserable subjects to the same Curse, and do all generally undergo the same punishment, which is, that the Man shall eat his Bread in sorrow, labour, and in the sweat of his face all the days of his life, and that the Womaman shall bring forth her children in pain and sorrow, and be subject to the rule of her husband, Genesis 3.  
Also the same time God Cursed the Earth (for the sin of Adam) which Curse was, that it should bring forth Thorns and Thistles, and without man's great toil and labour, the Earth doth yield us very small sustenance.  
Likewise God did most justly Curse Kain for murdering his innocent brother Abel● the Curse was, that Kain should be a vagabond, and a runagate upon the face of the Earth, and that his labours should be accursed; for when he tilled the ground, it should not yield the strength of her fertility unto him, Gen. 4.  
In the 26. of Leviticus, God doth denounce most fearful Curses against all wilful & obstinate transgressors of his Law, as first that he will afflict their bodies with diseases, verse 16. And that he will set his face against them, that they shall fall before their enemies, and be subject unto them: That he will make their Heaven as Iron, and their Earth as Brass. That their labour and strength shall be spent in vain, and that their Trees shall be fruit less: That the Sword, Pestilence and Famine, shall make them desolate.  
Furthermore in the 28. of Deuteronomy, from the 16. verse to the end of the Chapter, there is nothing but the dreadful Curses of Almighty God against the contemners and profane breakers of his Testimonies.  
Likewise in the 27. of Deut. are 12. Curses denounced against rebellious and careless offenders.  
In Genesis 9 3. God doth promise Abrsham to Curse those that Curse him.  
God in the 29. of jeremy and 17. verse, doth by the mouth of the Prophet threaten the destruction of jerusalem with their King and people, with the Curses of Famine, Sword and Pestilence, and that they should be a reproach and an hissing, or a contempt, scorn, and terror to all Nations and Kingdoms of the Earth.  
Also the same Prophet in the 48. Chapter verse 10. doth Curse all those that are negligent in doing the work of the Lord: from which Curse none are excluded, be they high or low, rich or poor, Ecclesiastical or Civil.  
The Lord doth also declare all men accursed that trust in the help or power of Man, making weak flesh their arm or defence, and distrusting the mighty power of the Almighty, jerem. 17. 5.  
In the second of Samuel, chap. 3. verse 29. the Kingly Prophet David doth denounce a bitter Curse upon joab and his posterity, because joab had treacherously slain Abner the son of Ne'er, (the laid Abner having King david's leave to go in peace) the which Curse fell upon joab afterward: for when David was in his deathbed, he gave a charge to his son King Solomon, 1 King, chap. 2. and 5. ●verse, that because joab had slain Abner, and Amasa (2 S●m. 20.10.) against the Law of Arms, or the King's permission or knowledge, that Solomon should not suffer his grey head to go to the Grave in peace, which Curse was accomplished, for Solomon sent Benaiah with a command to kill him, which was accordingly performed in the Tabernac'e at jerusalem, close by the Altar, whither joab was fled, in hope the holiness and dignity o● he place would have been his refuge and sanctuary from the indignation of the King, ● King's 2. 34.  
Our Saviour Christ in the 23. of Saint Matthew, doth denounce 8. several Curses or woes against the Hypocritical Seribes and Pharisees: and in the 23. chapter the miserable damned are described by the name of Goats, who standing on the left hand, are enforced to hear that unrecoverable sentence of, Depart ye Cursed, into everlasting fire, prepared for the Devil and his anels.  
The holy Patriacrk Noah did propehtically Curse all the posterity of his son Cham, which Curse stands in force against all those that are disobedient to their Princes, Parents, Magistrates and Governors, Genesis. 9.25.  
The universal flood, wherein all mankind perished (except eight persons) was Gods dreadful and consuming Curse, for the manifold and insupportable sins of the whole world, Genesis 7.  
The Patriarch isaack (by the spirit of prophecy, by God's appointment) did pronounce all those to be Cursed that Cursed jaob, Genesis 27. 29.  
The Prophets generally in sundry places do (by the direction of the holy Ghost) proclaim many Curses against the enemies of God, and contemners of his Commandments.  
These are the first sort of Curses, namely from God's just judgements, either by himself, his Patriarches, Prophets, or by his Son our Saviour Christ jesus, These manner of Curse, are Man●owne deservings, and therefore they are for God's glory in the punishment of sinners.   

The second, Curses from Man to Man.  
THis kind of Cursing is altogether against the rules of Christianity and Charity, for all Christians being members of one head, which is Christ jesus, who is the fountain of all blessing and blessedness, it followeth by consequence, that all those who are addicted to Cursing or Cursed speeches, are not members of that Head of blessedness.  
Balaam the Prophet desireth and wisheth to dye the death of the righteous, and yet in the 22. of Numbers, Balak King of the Moabites did so corrupt the Prophet's conscience with the hope of reward or a bribe, that he was willing to Curse the people of Israel: and though God in the 12. verse of the same chapter, doth forbid Balaam to Curse them, saying unto him, They are blessed: yet did covetousness so blind him, that he dared to ask or expect Gods leave the second time to Curse them, verse 19 which leave or permission he thought he had got, but that his Ass, before himself, saw the resisting power of the Almighty, verse 27.  
When Alsal●● rebelled against his father David, and that David in great extremity was forced to flee, whilst his son pursued him, 2 Samuel, 16. Shimei the son of ●●ra, ran towards King David, reviling and Cursing him, saying, that all the blood that was shed of the house and family of Saul, was by God's justice fallen upon his head, and that the Lord had deprived him of his Kingdom, and given it to his son. Absalen.  
Here you see, that although God hath commanded us to pray for all men, and not to curse one another, yet this wicked wretch Shimei, did Curse his King, his Sovereign, the Lords anointed, a Prophet, a type of Christ, and a man after Gods own heart.  
This is one infallible mark or token whereby the good and bad may be distinguished and known one from another, that the wicked doth Curse the Godly, and wish them hurt, and the godly doth pray for the good conversion of the wicked, and wish them all earthly and heavenly happiness.  
The Wiseman giveth good counsel to all people in the 10. of Ecclesiastes, verse 20. Curse not the King, no, not in thy thought, neither Curse the rich man in thy bed chamber, for the soul of the Heaven shall carry the voice, and that which hath wings, shall declare the matter. The Apostle doth exhort, that prayers, intercessions and giving of thanks be made for all men, and namely and especially for Kings, and all that be in authority, 1 Timethy, 2. 1, 2. and in the 1 Peter, 2. We are commanded to fear God and honour the King. Whereby it is plain, that whosoever doth Curse the Prince or Ruler, doth Curse God's Deputy, and Ordinance, for the which sin they must never expect any other ways, but the ways of the Accursed: beside in many places of the Scripture we are commanded to pray one for another, and not in any place we are bid to Curse, but the contrary we are enjoined to bless those that Curse us, and pray for them which hurt us, Luke 6. 28.  
The Curses of wicked persons are like arrows shot upright, which are likely to fall upon the heads of the shooters, or as feathers cast into the wind, which fly back in the face of him or her that throw them: yet is Cursing the last and poorest revenge that can be had for any injury; as when men are oppressed or over-borne, that they have no power or means to help or redress themselves, when friends, credit, power, and money do fail, yet Cursing remains, as long as breath lasts, they have a bottomless inexhaustible treasure of Curses, to bestow upon any man, whom they know or imagine hath wronged them. But herein they show how negligent they are in following the example of our Saviour, who prayed earnestly for his enemies, yea even for those that persecuted him to the most shameful death of the Cross, with these words, Father, forgive them, they know not what they do. Yet doth the Prophet David Curse his enemies most bitterly in the 55. Psalm and verse 15. and Psalm 59 verse 3. and Psalm 140. 9, 10. But it must be considered, that those whom David did Curse, were Atheists, Heathen, Infidels, malicious unrepentant Idolaters, and blasphemers of the Divine Majesty, and so they were God's enemies, and therefore David by the Spirit of God had warrant to Curse them: and yet if David had Cursed his own peculiar enemies, it had been no example for our imitation, for we are not to take the infirmities of the best and most glorious Saints and servants of God, for the Patterns to rule and square our lives by, but it must be their virtuous conversation, that we all must take for our direction.  
Holy job and jeremy in their afflictions, in the their frail passions, did curse the days of their birth, job 3. jeremy 20. 14, 15, 16.  
It is fearful to hear in these days, with what fervency people do Curse one another, and how dull and coldly they pray to God either to avoid his Curse, or obtain his blessing: Parents to their children, wives and husbands, all degrees wishing most heavy judgements of God, to fall one upon another, that although the Plague be but newly (by the great Father of mercy) taken from us, yet the mouths of many are filled with the cursed desire, and daily wishing for it again. But, my dear brother, I hearty beseech thee, as thou hast a hope to hear one day that blessed voice in the 25. of Saint Matthew, of Come ye blessed, by the hope and trust that you have it shall be spoken to you, avoid all manner of Cursing and bitter excerations. And this shall suffice to finish this second part of this Treatise, namely, the Curse of Man to Man.   

The third, when Man Curseth himself.  
THose Kind of Cursers are most desperate daring sort of wretches, who do make so small account of the Curse that any man can pronounce or wish against them, that they dare to desire Gods heavy Curses to fall upon themselves and their families; yea they are so hellish-mad, that they will beat their breasts, and with loud clamours (as it were) meet the vengeance of Heaven halfway, to pluck it on their heads: would so many else in their desperate madness desire God to Damn hein, to Renbunce them, to Forsake them, to Confound them, to Sink them, to Refuse them? and would so many so earnestly beseech the Devil to take them, and Hell to receive them, if they did either love Heaven, hate Hell, or love themselves? If they believed there were eternal Glory prepared for the Blessed, and everlasting torments for the Accursed, they would never so violently wish, or desire the other.  
When Pontius Pilate sat in judgement upon our Saviour jesus Christ, his conscience knowing, and his tongue affirming Christ to be just, yet himself, called himself innocent of his blood, although he pronounced the unjust Sentence of death against him, saying to the people, I am innocent of the blood of this lust man●, look you to it. The people presently answered all, and said, His blood be upon us, and on our children, Math. 27. 24, 25. Which Curse how it took effect upon them, you may read in josephus first Book of the wars of the jews, the 1. 2, and 3. chapters, how that within less than 50. years, the Roman Emperor Vespasian with his son Titus, besieged jerusalem eighteen months, in which space there died by War, Famine, and the Sword, eleven hundred thousand of them, the City sacked and razed, and the jews carried away into perpetual slavery and captivity, because they bought and sold the Son of God for thirty pence: where, for a further manifestation of the former Curse; which they wished to fall on them and their posterity, we see the jews at this day have continued these sixteen hundred years a dispersed and despised Nation over all the Earth, being scorned and afflicted more than any others, having neither Government or Commonwealth, but in most miserable bondage both of soul and body, deprived both of heavenly doctrine, and earthly comfort.  
The Apostle Saint Peter Cursed himself, Math. 26, 74. But this was a suffering or permission of God, whereby he might know his own weakness, that so confidently would promise his Master (Christ) never to deny him; and this example of Peter's fall is left for our instruction, as a Glass or Mirror of our humane frailty, that seeing so glorious an Apostle and Saint of God, when he presumed of himself, to have most ability of strength that then he fell most fearfully; how then can we, who are so many degrees short of his perfection, so many steps below him in life and conversation? how can we (I say) have that foolish impudence, as to put any trust or confidence in our own strength, (which is but smoke) or any thing but an assured faith in Christ jesus? But there are too too many that imitate the frailty of this blessed Saint, in denying Christ, and Cursing themselves: but the number are but few which do repent as Peter did, and go out and weep bitterly; which true repentance and unsained contrition, must be the means for the attainment of God's pardon in our sins remission.  
Note the servant love of that man of God, Moses, Exodus, 32. 32. Which for the zeal which he bore to the glory of God, the increase of the Church, and the hearty affection of the people when they had provoked the Lords wrath, that he was ready to consume them for their idolatry with the Golden Calf, than Moses prayed for them, that if God would not pardon their sin, he prayed that he might be for ever blotted out of the Book of life, so much he did prefer God's glory, that rather than it should be so diminished, he desired to undergo the grievous Curse of eternal damnation.  
The like example of zeal to God's glory and love, of the forlorn and rejected jews, is expressed by Saint Paul, Romans, 9 3. Where he saith, For I would wish myself to be separated from Christ, for my brethren, that are my kinsmen according to the flesh. Thus these two blessed Lamps, or Beacons (which God appointed to illuminate his Church) did desire the dreadful Curse of God's heavy and eternal wrath to fall upon them for ever, rather than God's honour should be violated, or their brethren before ever reprobates. These two last Curses of Moses and Paul, against themselves, were so great and good examples of true zeal to God, and love to our neighbours, that though it be long since they lived, yet I have not read or heard of any that ever imitated them. Moses as a Type of Christ before his Incarnation, and Paul as a follower of Christ's example after his bitter death and passion, did both wish themselves to be accursed, to the end that thereby so many of their miserabeb rethrens might be blessed: so our Saviour Christ, (though he were, and is the fountain of all blessing) yet he was contented to be made a Curse for as many as would lay hold on the promises of God by faith in him, Galatians 3, 23, 14. And thus I conclude my third part of this Treatise, of Man Cursing himself.   

Fourthly, When Man Curseth or Blasphemeth God.  
THis sin is (as it may rightly be called) a degree beyond sin: for this is the sword, which the Devil doth put into madman's hands, wherewith they do wound themselves mortally: for there were never yet any, that durst to lift up this Cursed weapon of Blasphemy against God, but that the point thereof did always turn into their own bosoms, to their destructions, or most grievous calamities, as Pharaoh, when he said, Who is the Lord? I know not the Lord, neither will I let Israel go, Exodus, 5. 2. and Sennacherib King of Assyria, by the mouth of his servant Rabshakeh, blasphemed the Name of the Lord of Hosts, 2. Kings 18. Where he doth impiously extol the Heathen Idols, above the God of Israel, saying (verse 34. and 35.) Whence is the God of Hamath, and of Arpad? Where is the God of Sepharuatm, Heva and juab? How have they delivered Samaria out of mine hand? The like did Holophernes, judith, 6. 3. when he threatened the Israelites in Bethuliah, saying, That their God should not deliver them. When he had set up his golden Image, threatening all that would not fall down and worship it, with most cruel torments to death, he proudly said, Who is that God that can deliver you out of mine hands?  
Nicanor, Lieutenant General or Captain of the Host of King Demetrius, 2. Machabeus, 15. Against judas Machabeus and the Host of Israel, whom he purposed to invade upon the Sabbath day, said, verse 3. Is there a Lord in Heaven, that commandeth the Sabbath day to be kept and (verse 4.) when they said, There is a living Lord which ruleth in the Heaven, who commanded the seventh day to be kept, than he said, And I am mighty upon Earth to command them for to arms themselves, and to perform the King's business.  
But this Blasphemons' miscreant had his hire: for he lost 35000. of his men in the battle, and himself was slain, and his head, hand and shoulder, brought in triumph to the City of jerusalem, and his accursed tongue cut out, and cut in small pieces, and given to the fowls of the Air, as the same chapter doth declare.  
The Scribes and Pharises (Mark 3. 22.) did Blaspheme our Saviour, and said he had: Devil, and that through the power of Beelzebub he did cast out Devils out of the possessed.  
But as the lives of these, and all other Blasphemers were odious and execrable, so were their deaths and punishments miserable and remarkable: for Pharaoh (after the enduring of many most grievous plagues) lost his Kingdom and his life, he and all his Army being drowned in the red Sea, Exod. 14. 27, 28. Sennacherib for his Blasphemy, lost in one night 185000. men, all of them being slain by the Angel of the Lord, himself being forced to flee to save his life: where, at his return to his Kingdom, he was slain by his own sons in the Temple at Nineveh, as he was at the ungodly worship of his god Nisroch, 2. Kings, 19 37.  
Holophernes, (that blasphemous Champion) was by God's just judgement, being asleep in his Tent, and drunken, although he were in his Camp amidst a great Army of his own rusty Soldiers, yet was his head smote from his shoulders (by a woman) and carried onto the City of Bethulia, and there upon the highest place of the walls set up in memorial of God's vengeance, and his people's victory, ●deth, 14. 1.  
Nebuchàdnezzar was for his blasphemy deprived of his manly reason and Kingdom, and for seven years space, lived as a beast among the beasts of the field, Daniel, 4. 30.  
The Scribes and Pharises, who were the only men in reverend estimation amongst the Iewes (as being the writers and expounders of the Laws, for their blasphemy were delivered up into most miserable captivity and perpetuall slavery, as is before expressed.  
God is jealous of the honour of his Name, that he commanded the blasphemer to be stoned to death, Leviticus, 24. 14. Which was forthwith executed upon him in the ●3. verse.  
For which cause, when that blessed man job was in his greatest afflictions, sitting in ashes, full of Byles and sores, than his wife persuaded him to Curse or blaspheme God and dye, job, 2. 9 She well knowing that the Law was so strict, that for every such offence there was a speedy execution of death, and so by that means she would have persuaded him to have been quickly dispatched out of his pain and misery.  
Briefly then to conclude this short Treatise Cursing, I beseech you brethren, by the mercies of God, that you all have an especial ●●are, not to blaspheme the holy and glorious Name of our good and gracious Creator, Redeemer and Sanctifier, that we by our Cursing, do not turn his blessings into a Curse upon us and our posterity, here and eternally thereafter, that we be not so much out of love, charity, and obedience, as to Curse our Superiors, neighbours, or any other persons, or lastly, that we be not so wilfully had, to Curse ourselves: all which Cursed ●●eanes, are the causes to pluck down upon our heads the dreadful Curses of the Almighty, as it hath done in all times and ages upon Blasphemers and Cursers.   

Against Swearing.  
WHen man hath so fare offended God by his disobedience, that he had thereby purchased to himself and all his posterity perpetual damnation, not knowing which way to turn himself from the Almighty's wrath, and much less knowing how to be repossessed in his favour, when undeserved, unknown, unhoped for man's infinite misery, was to be cured by his Creator's infinite mercy, then at that time if God had given man leave to ask some great gift which he might be redeemed by, had he had licence to desire or request what he would, that might be sacrificed to God to satisfy his justice for sin, and to recover that eternal happiness which was most miserably lost. If man had had this liberty to ask and choose a Redeemer, surely I am verily persuaded, that he would never have been so bold as to have requested God to give his well-beloved only begotten Son to be crucified for him, as in these days a condemned malefactor would be undiscreet and unkind, if he should entreat his innocent friend to dye for him, but if he should request the judge on the Bench, or the King on his Throne, that either of them would do him the favour as to suffer his son to be executed for him, if an offender should make such an unreasonable request, I imagine he would either be accounted mad or impudently foolish.  
Seeing the case was such that man was altogether in misery remediless, then did the God of mercy and Father of all consolation show himself to be in mercy boundless, then did he promise to send his Son to be a Saviour and Redeemer for as many as before and after his coming, should lay hold on the merits of his death and passion, which he suffered for the Redemption of all true believers.  
At last (in the fullness of time) the eternal Godhead was pleased to be so far abased as to leave the blessed heavens, to visit personally the cursed earth, to forsake the glorious Throne, and Crown of unspeakable glory and Majesty, and by taking our frail nature upon him in the womb of the Virgin, to undergo all shame and calamity, and after many travels, and suffering innumerable reproaches, to take the sins and transgressions of the whole World upon his shoulders, and (being free from sin) was made sin for us, and to redeem us from the Curse of the Law, and the eternal wrath of God his Father, was pleased to offer himself for a sacrifice of propitiation and reconciliation; and to purchase us eternal glory, by his ignominious, cruel, and shameful death of the Crosse.  
This was a Love, transcending all Love so fare, that no heart of Man or Angel could ever conceive the last part of it, that the King of Kings, Lords of Lords, should willingly and freely dye for his mortal enemies.  
Seeing that God's love was so infinite to us so many ways, as in creating us, not Beasts or Vermin, but Men, in redeeming us (when we were in captivity to the Devil for ever) with no less price than the precious heart blood of his own Son, for these and the rest of the multitude of his mercies: let us all in general, and every Swearer and Blasphemer in particular, examine our consciences, how we do with thankfulness requite this our good and gracious God, for his unmeasurable love and mercy towards us.  
How many of us, with very little search, may find our bosoms crammed full of rebellious treacheries, ingratitude, that in stead of giving God glory, praise, and thankes for all his benefits, do most accursedly, (or maliciously) swear him over and over, from the head, to the foot, not leaving any part or attribute of him unabused, or not sworn by his body, his soul, his sides, his heart, his wounds, his blood, his entrailes, his bones, his feet, nay, they will not forbear him as much as his nails; so that the jews were more kind and less cruel in crucifying of him for they meddled neither with his soul or his bones: but these wicked miscreants (who are falsely called Christians) do their best endavours with all devilish greediness, to crucified again the Lord of life, and to tear him in pieces with oaths betwixt their cursed teeth.  
I have read in the Turkish History, that is the a battle betwixt Amurath third Emperor of the Turks, and Lazarus Despot of Ser●●●● that the Archers were so many in the Turkish Army, that in the fight they did as it were rain in showers upon the Christians, and with the multitude of the Arrows like a cloud they darkened the earth. And it is to be feared that every hour in the day, more oaths and shot at the Majesty of God, by wicked caitiffs, than the Turks did shoot Arrowers ●●● the Christians in that battle; so that if our Saviour had come into the World with a purpose to work our perpetual destruction, and that the Devil had been the best friend we had in our redemption, if it had or could have been so, could men strive either to require the love of the one, with more service, or the malice of the other with more abuse? for Swearing is now in such high request, that some man doth hold it a disparagement to his reputation not to swear; but to go to Church, he thinks it too civil a course: or to give God thankes either before, or after meals, he is altogether ashamed, and like a Micher muffles his face in his hat, saying sometimes either nothing, or nothing that any man can hears or understand: but to swear and abuse the Name of God he is never ashamed, but with open mouth he roars out his oaths, stamping with his feet, and beating his breast with more fervency than he said his prayers.  
I have heard a swearer most earnestly pray now and then to God, but it hath been ●●● beseech God to damn him, or forsake him and on the other side I have heard the same Rescall to beg and entreat the Devil to take his soul and body, making such great account of Hell, that rather than he would go without it, he will request his bread, meat, or drink to be his damnation; but to desire God to forgive his sins, or to be thankful for all his benefits, to entreat salvation by true repentance ●, through the merits of Christ jesus, these are things which he esteems not worth the ask for, & altogether against the garb of his Gentlemanlike humour.  
Now judge with thyself, whosoever thou be'st that reads this, dost thou think thou dealest well with God, and that he deserves no better usage at thy hands? A good name, as Solomon faith, is as a precious Ointment, and men are so chary and wary, that they will by all means avoid any scandal or dishonour of their names, and it is Capital Treason for any subject to abuse or vilify his King or Prince's name: Yet is God, who is Almighty, Eternal, Incomprehensible, the God of all glory, Empires, Kingdoms, Principalities and Powers, whose name is Wonderful, Holy, and Just; at whose, Name every knee should bow with fear and reverence, before whose Throne the blessed Armies of Cherubins, Seraphins, Archangel;, Angels, Patriarches, Prophets, Apostles, Saints, and Martyrs do continually sing Hallelutsh: This great God, whom the very Devils in Hell do believe, and fear and tremble at his dreadful wrath, james 1.19. yet doth the earth breed monsters worse than Devils, and retains and seeds more accursed fiends then Hell doth, who with their ungodly breath, do as often as they can, belch their odious oaths and blasphemy, against the majesty of their Immortal Maker and Redeemer, without any feeling or touch of conscience, insomuch that they would be ashamed to use their enemies, or their vassals, or slave in such contemptible manner, as they do their God and Saviour, and they would be highly offended to have half the like abuse offered to themselves; and which is more, they would and should be all hanged, or worse, if they spoke but one quarter of such treason against their natural King, as they do against the Immortal King of Kings.  
A Servant is the better to be beloved or hated for so much as in respect the Master whom he serveth be good or bad: and can any villains deserve more to be hated, abhorred and spewed out of the company of Christians, then common swearers, (the Devil's best servants) who are the Archtraitonrs against the Majesty of Heaven? who like the fool do say in their heart, that there is no God, and so do hold the third Commandment to be a fable, where God forbids swearing, saying, That he will not hold him guiltless that taketh his name in vain.  
Oh what a miserable case shall those wretched souls be in, who at the dreadful Bar of God's judgement shall be by the Lord condemned and judged guilty of swearing, forswearing, blasphemy, and taking of the name of the Lord in vain?  
Suppose a man were tranailing alone upon some Plain, Heath, or Desert, where many cross ways lead towards diverse places, and he being a stranger (and amazed) goes on, not knowing whether he go right or wrong, at last, by chance he espieth a man, and asketh him it he be in the way to such a place or no? The party answers him, that he is quite out of his way a mile, (or half a mile, more or less) but faith he, I will show you how you may with less travail come into your way again: then he directeth him to take his course cross to such a Tree, or House, or Gate, or other mark, and so consequently showeth him the easiest means to find his way again: for which courresie what thank the I ravailer will give him, and say that if ever it lieth in his power, that he will require his kindness in a larger measure. On the contrary, let a man hear a wretch curse, blaspheme, and swear, and say to him, My friend you are quite out of the way to Heaven, and if you do hold that course, you will never come thither, for you are now going down hill, the high broad way to the Devil. If a man should tell a profane swearer this, all the thankes he should have, would be contempt, derision, scorn, and hard words, or perhaps a right roaring Rascal would be so liberal as to swear ten or twelve oaths more, and bestow a knock or a stab upon him that mildly reproved him.  
If the penalty of twelve pence for every oath had been duly paid (as the Statute hath in that case provided: I do verily believe, that all the coined money in England would have been forfeited that way: for little children that can scarce go or speak plain, can make a shift to swear lispingly. Meat, drink, clothing, or any neceflaries that we use, or any bargain, buying or selling, do very seldom pass betwixt party and party, without oaths, swearing, and oftentimes falsely; so that commonly it is no match, except the name of God be abused in it: At Dice, Cards, Bowls, or at any other game or recreation, it is lamentable to hear how ungodly villains will outdare the Devils in Hell, in abusing he glorious Name of God. And I verily think that Venison is too oftentimes more unseasonably seasoned with oaths in the taking, than it is with corns of Pepper & salt in the baking: so that if the Law were executed which St. Levis King of France made, that every Swearer & Blasphemer should have their tongues cut out; I am doubtful that more than three quarters of the people in Christendom would be tongueless: for in these day's men are seldom wearied with swearing, as I have read of an Italian, that at his game was tired in that kind, who commanded his man to help him to swear, till he himself had gathered his breath again.  
And it is to be feared, that there are some who do make a living or trade of swearing: as a fellow being asked once of what occupation he was? made answer that he was a vitnesse, which was one that for hire would swear in any man's cause; be it right or wrong.  
The veriest villain that ever abused the name of God, may learn from a Dog to be a better Christian, for if he do take a Whelp & bring him up, giving him but meat fit for a Dog, he may see how the Cur will attend him, follow him, watch his house, and to the best of his ability, guard and defend his Master's person from wrong or violence, and at no time he will ever forsake him, although he might have a fare better Master: But if at any time he should wax stubborn, and fly in his Master's face, otherwise bite him, then surely such a Master would either hang such a Dog, or knock out his brains.  
Thus as Solomon bids the sluggard go to the Pismire, to learn labour and disigence, so I counsel the blasphemous Swearer, to make his Dog his pattern, for his better behaviour; for, much worse than the worst of Dogs is he, that knows God to be his Maker, Redeemer, preserver, conserver and keeper, and yet for all this a contrary to his knowledge, & against his conscience, will audaciously, impiously, and ingratefully revile, rail & blaspheme the glorious, name of this his most bountiful and merciful God.  
He that reviles, or scandals his Sovereign Prince is rightly accounted worthy to dye the death of a Traitor: and whosoever do abuse, slander or impeach the reputation of judges, Rulers and Magistrates, there is a Pillory, a whipping, with sometimes loss of ears, and goods, for an exemplary punishment. Thiefs are hanged for stealing, and incontinent persons are sometimes punished for adultery and fornication: but swearing and abusing the name of God, is esteemed less than a venial sin, being (by regardless connivance) rather approved, then reproved, and as it were by intolerable toleration, defended, rather than punished. All which the Lord did in his foreknowledge know, namely: that men should be remiss and negligent in the punishing of all those that be dishonourers of his Name, and therefore he took the cause, judgement and punishment into his own hands, with this irrevocable sentence, that he will not hold him guiltless that taketh his name in vain: so that the Swearer & Blasphemer may see that although, through Greatness of Riches, Office, Favour, or Flattery, men do pass over this great offence slightly, yet God doth most assuredly promise and pay them their hire in this world, Ecclesiasticus, 23. For though thou thinkest God hears thee not, but is as deaf a●●●● said Baal was, yet thou shalt one day know that he that made the eye, seethe, and he that made the care, heareth, and he will also give them their eternal wages in the world to come (except true repentance and remission) as is most severely threatened in many places of holy Scripture.  
In brief to conclude, take Christ's counsel, Swear not at all, Mat. 5. 34. Except lawfully and true before a Magistrate, for the confirmation of a truth, which kind of oath or swearing is for God's glory, and commanded by himself, as it is written in Deut. ●6. 13. Thou shalt fear the Lord thy God and serve him, and shalt Swear by his Name. And Ler. 4. 2. Thou shalt swear, The Lord liveth, and thou shalt swear by his Name, Deut. 10. 20. and again, Every tongue shall swear by me, Esay, 45. 23. and again, And he that sweareth in the earth, shall swear by the true God. These sorts of oaths are so lawful, that God's glory in them is manifested; justice dignified, Contentions pacified. In this sort when thou swearest God only must be thy oath: for it is for his glory that an oath taken lawfully in his Name, is the decision of truth, because he is the God of truth, and he is a jealous, God, and will net give his glory to another, Esay, 48.11. And let it be thy greatest care, to hold & esteem the Name of God in such reverence and fear, that thou never dost name or mention, him, but with adoration and admiration'; let the faithless jew be thy pattern, who doth never Name God in any Curse, oath, or unreverend manner: let the misbelieving Turk teach thee, for he will not abuse his false deceiving Prophet Mahomet: let the Pagan reach thee, who with such dutiful blindness do adore base and contemptible Creatures: let Gods mercies move thee to love him, so that living here in his fear, and departing hence in his favour, thou mayst be for ever partaker of his everlasting Love, which God grant, for the Name and sake of jesus Christ the Righteous, to whom with the Father & holy Ghost, be obediently and duly rendered by men and Angels, all honour, glory, might, Majesty, dominion and thanksgiving now and for evermore.    

Christian admonitions, against the two fearful sins of Cursing & Swearing, that the grievousness of those sins may be loath remembered, and avoided, whereby the hatred of them may possess the heart of every Christian.  

Against Cursing.  
FIrst, (if thou wilt live in a holy fear and reverence of the Name of God) thou must consider what thou art, and learn to know thyself; for he that truly knoweth himself, is aman of very happy acquaintance, for by this thou shalt know thyself to be Earth, Gen. 2. 7. conceived in sin, Psal. 51. 5. Born to pain. job, 5. 7. Evil, Eccle. 9 3. Wretched, Rom. 7. Filthy, job, 15. Corrupt, abominable, & doing nothing good, Psal. 14. Mortal, Rom. 6. Vain, Psal 62. Wicked, Esay, 9 Unprofitable, Rom. 3. Vanity, altogether more light than Vanity, Psal. 62. Sinful, 1 Kings 8. Miserable, 1 Corinth. 15. Dust and Ashes, Gen. 18. God's enemy, Rom. 8. A child of wrath, Ephesians, 2. 3. A worm, job, 25. Worm's mere, Esay, 51. Nothing, yea less than nothing, Esay 40. 17.  
Having thus by the Touchstone of God's Word tried, and examined thy miserable estate and condition, and therewithal knowing thyself, then on the other side, consider (as near as thy frailty will permit) the power of God in creating thee, his mercy in Redeeming thee, his love, in preserving thee, his bounty, in keeping thee, his promise to glorify thee in Heaven, if thou honour him on earth, and his judgements to condemn thee, if thou blaspheme and dishonour him.  
Our Saviour Christ, being the Head of Blessedness, and of all that are or shall be blessed, how is it possible that any Accursed or Cursing person can be a member of that Blessed Head; who hath expressly forbidden us to Curse, but to bless them that Curse us? Luke, 6. Mat. 5. Rom. 12. And in the 1● 9 Psalm, It is said to him that accustomes himself to Curse, Cursing was his delight, therefore shall it happen unto him, he loved not blessing, therefore it shall be fare from him.  
And seeing no man can merit the least part of blessings remporall, how, or with what face can one that life's accursedly, or useth cursing (here,) hope for a Kingdom of Eternal blessedness hereafter?  
It is fearful to hear how, and with what cold dulness, many men do pray for blessings either for themselves or for other, and (contrarily) with what vehemency they will Curse: as some have willed and wished themselves God's Plague, the Pox, and other mischiefs, and some have too often bid the Devil take them, God Sink them: Renounce, Confound, Consume, Refuse, and Damn them: and yet these silly graceless earthworms, have an ambitious deceitful aim to be blessed, partakers of the blessed Kingdom of Heaven.  
Therefore if thou hast a desire of Eternal blessedness, know that the way thither, is not by Cursing: if thou hast a hope to escape the dreadful sentence of, Go ye Cursed, Mat. 25. Then give thy mind to prayer and blessing, and then shalt thou have the joyful welcome of, Come ye blessed inherit the Kingdom prepared for you from the beginning of the world. To the which God of his mercy bring us all. Amen.   

Against Swearing.  
Having with a Christian humility considered thy own base and contemptible estate and condition, then think with thyself, what an Incomprehensible, Glorious, Infinite and Almighty Majesty thou offendest and blasphemest with thy ungodly Swearing, who hath said, that he will not hold him guiltless, that takes his Name in vain.  
And much better were it at the last day, for that miserable wretch, that he had been created a Toad, a Viper, or the most loathsome creature, then to appear before that great & dreadful Tribunal, and there to be accused by the Devil and his own conscience, for Swearing and for Forswearing, and Blaspheming the blessed Name of the Eternal God, where no excuse can serve, no Advocate can plead, no Proxey or Enoyne is to be granted, but presently the guilty Caitif is commanded to utter darkness and perpetual torments.  
There is some excuse for the ignorant jews, that crucified our Saviour because they knew not what they did: but for a professed Christian, who knows God to be his Creator, and that jesus Christ paid no less than the peerless and most precious blood of his heart fore man's Redemption, how can any one that knows and believes these things, hope for salvation by that blood, wounds, heart and body, which he so often blasphemes and tears betwixt his accursed teeth? So that there is no Traitor so bad, or treason so great, as is against the Majesty of heaven, nor hath the Devil any that doth him more pleasing service, than an odious and common Swearet doth, and herein he goes beyond all the Devils in hell in impiety and contempt of God: for Saint james saith, Cap. 2. 19 That the Devils do believe there is a God, and that they also tremble in fear of his mighty power; but the Swearer, though he doth know and believe there is a God, yet he believes not his Word, or fears or trembles at his judgements.  
Besides these endless torments ordained in hell for odious Swearers, God hath promised to afflict them in this life: for he saith, The plague shall never go from the house of the Swearer, Ecclesiasticus, 23.  
So that the gain of a Swearer is nothing but the eternal wrath of God, the hatred of all good men, the ill example to others, and the vexation and discredit of himself, his kindred and friends, with a fearful reward hereafter, (except true repentance obtain mercy.) What a foolish absurdity is it for a man (being crossed in some worldly affairs, or gaming, or other business, either material or trivial) to revenge himself upon God, and blasphemously fly in the face of his Maker, with Oaths and Excerations?  
If we did consider what God hath done for us, we would not so unthankfully requite him: if we called to mind his gracious promise of glory everlasting, to those that love and fear him, we should then hold his Name in such reverence as becomes Christians: if his fearful threatenings against the takers of his Name in vain, could terrify us, (no doubt) but we would be more careful and circumspect in our lives and conversations, as that we would be alured by his mercies, or restrained by his judgements.  
GOd hath naturally placed and enclosed the tongue of man within the stonewalls of his teeth, and without those walls there are also the two earthen Bulwarks or Rampieres of his lips: he hath appointed Reason to be the tongues guide and guardian, and he freely offers his Grace, to be Reason's counsellor and governor: wherefore let us flee to the Throne of Grace, and beseech the God of Grace, that he will cause his saving Grace to guide our Reason, that our Reason may rule our tongues, that Cursing may be cashiered, Swearing suppressed: that (by God's Spirit) our lips may be opened, that with our mouths his Name may be praised: that God's Name may be glorified, and our sinful souls eternally saved, through the merits of our great and blessed Redeemer jesus Christ: To whom with the Father and the Blessed Spirit, be all Honour, Power, Majesty, Glory, Dominion, and Thanksgiving, ascribed and rendered (as is due) of men and Angels, both now and for evermore. Amen, Amen.   

Against Swearing.  

THou that these lines dost either hair or read,  
Consider with thyself, and take good heed.  
Read them, and let them never be forgot,  
They do concern thy soul, then slight them not.  
The 
a james.  Fiends of Hell believe there is a God,  
And fear and tremble at his angry Rod:  
They do confess his glorious Excellence,  
And his Almighty powers Omnipotence.  
But Man his choicest and his chiefest Creature,  
Is so rebellious against God and Nature,  
That he against Heaven dare both blaspheme and swear,  
And (worse than Fiends) they not believe or fear:  
So that the Earth doth breed, feed, and retain  
Worse Monsters than there doth in Hell remain.  
If men believed the Word that God hath spoke,  
They would believe that Word should ne'er be broke.  
In His enacted Law 
b Exodus 20.  is one Decree,  
That all who take his Name in vain, shall be  
Accounted guilty, and his fearful wrath  
Will hold them guilty of eternal death.  
Again 'tis said, Let the 
c Leviticus 24.  Blasphemer dye,  
Let him be stoned for his blasphemy;  
And evil tongues, who dare to curse adventure,  
Shall into Heaven's 
d 1 Cot. 6.10.  blessedness not enter.  
And Christ (when on the Earth he lived here)  
Forbade us that at 
e Mat. 6.  all we should not swear.  
And in th'eleven of Deutoronomy again,  
We are commanded not to swear in vain.   

The 
f God himself complaineth that men blaspheme him. Esay, 52. 5. The names of blasphemy are writ upon the 10. heads of Antichrist, Apoc 13. 1. Cursing i● so bidden by the Apostle, when he saith, Bless, I say, and kirsened, Rom. 12. 14. Our Saviour commandeth us to bless them that curse us, Mat. 5. 44. Bless them that curse you, and pray for them which hurt you, Luke 6. 28. Accustom not thy mouth to swearing, for in it are many falls, neither take up for a custom the naming of the holy One, for thou shalt not be unpunished for such things Eocle. 23. 9 The Plague shall never go forth from the house of the swearer, Id.m. Who so swears falsely, calls the God of truth to witness a lie. Who so swears as he thinks, may be deceived. Who so swears unreverendy, dishonoureth God. Whoso swears deceitfully, abuseth Christian side●lity. Whoso swears idly, abuseth the credit of a faithful oath. Whoso swears accustomably, God will plague him, E'fred an English Earl, conspiring to put our K. Adelstancs eyes at Winebestes, forswear the treason in St. Peter's Church at Ree● and fell down dead presently. Godwin murdered Prince A●●●, brother to King Edward Confessor, and being at dinner, the King charged him with the murder, than Godwin swore by bread, & prayed it might choke him, if he were guilty: and immediately it choked him in the place: his lands also sunk into the sea, and are called Godwin sands. King Stephen forswear himself to King Henry 1. and lived in continual trouble, and died in perplexity of mind Edward the 4. broke his oath made at York, that he came not with intent to seize the Kingdom., and breaking that oath, was punished with a troublesome reign, his brethren and children all (except one) murdered and not any of his islue reigned after him. Roger M●●tuner a great Peer of this land, for breaking his oath to King Edward the II. was most ignominiously hanged, bowelled and quartered. M. Fox in his book of Martyrs declares of one Richard Long of Calais, that forswear himself, to accuse one Smith for eating flesh in Lentt after which oath Long went presently and drowned himself. One Gr●●wood at Hit●hant in Sussolke, forswear himself, and his bowels bu●st out. One Widow Barues for the like sin cast herself out of her window in Cornhill and broke her neck. Anne Auertis forswear herself in Woodstreet for six pounds of Tow, desiting God ●●● might sink down, which fearfully happened. One L●a ●n Sunne-alley without Bishopsgate forswear himself, and after ripped out his guts.  Heathen to blaspheme their gods abhorred,  
Yet Christians wilfully blaspheme the Lord.  
Whoever to revile the gods were known,  
In Rome, were from the Rock Tarpeius thrown,  
Th'Egyptians Law was, he should lose his head,  
Amongst Scythians, life and goods were forfeited.  
These grievous punishments did Pagant use  
Against all them that did their gods abuse.  
King Donald's Law in Scotland's not forgot,  
Who burned them through the lips with irons hot.  
And when King Edmund here had Regal State,  
All Swearers he did excommunicate.  
And Philip King of France (a Prince renowned)  
Ordained that Blasphemers should be drowned.  
The Emperor Maximilian did decree,  
That all vain Swearers should beheaded be.  
The Earl of Flanders, Philip, did ordain,  
Their loss of life and goods that swore in vain.  
Saint Lewis the King of France enacted there,  
That for the first time any one did swear,  
Into imprisonment one month was cast,  
And stand within the Pillory at last.  
But if the second time again they swore,  
One with an iron hot their tongues did boar.  
And who the third time in that fault did slip,  
Were likewise boared through the under-lip.  
For the fourth time most gricuous pains belongs,  
He caused to be cut off their lips and tongues.  
Henry the fift of England, that good King,  
His Court to such conformity did bring,  
That every Duke should forty shillings pay  
For every Oath he swore, without delay.  
Each Baron twenty, Knights or Squires offence  
Paid ten: and every Yeoman twenty pence.  
The Boys and Pages all were whipped most fine,  
That durst abuse the Majesty divine.   

Thus Pagan Princes with sharp laws withstood  
Profaning of their Gods, of stone, or wood.  
And Christian Kings and Rulers formerly,  
Have most severely punished blasphemy.  
And shall a Heathen, or an Infidel,  
That knows no joys of Heaven, or pains of Hell,  
More reverence to his devilish Idols show,  
Then we do to the true God whom we know?  
If we remembered well but what we were,  
And what we are, we would not dare to swear.  
Poor trunks of earth filled with uncertain breath,  
By nature heirs to everlasting death:  
Most miserable wretches, most ingrate  
Against God, that did elect us, and create.  
Redeemed, conserved, preserved, and sanctified,  
And gives us hope we shall be glorified.  
H'hath given us being, life, sense, reason, wit,  
Wealth, and all things his Providence thinks fit:  
And for requital, (we quite void of grace)  
Curse, swear, and do blaspheme him to his face.  
Oh the supernal patience of our God,  
That bears with Man (a sin polluted clod)  
When half such treasons against an earthly King,  
Would many a Traitor to confusion bring!   

Suppose a man should take a Whelp and breed him,  
And struck him, & make much of him, & feed him,  
How will that cur love him beyond all other?  
Never forsaking him to serve another?  
But if he should most disobediently,  
Into his Master's face or throat to fly,  
Sure every man that life's upon the ground,  
Would say a hangings sit for such a hound.  
And worse than so many dogs are they  
That against their God with oaths do bark & bray.  
And if repentance do not mercy win,  
They'll hang in Hell like Hellhounds for that sin.  
Of all black crimes from Belzebubs damned treasure,  
This swearing sin no profit yields, or pleasure:  
Nor gains the swearer here but earth's vexation,  
With change of his salvation for damnation.  
It is a sin that yields us no excuse.  
(For what excuse can be for God's abuse?)  
And though our other faults by death do end,  
Yet Blasphemy doth after death extend,  
For to the damned in Hell this curse is given,  
They for their pains blaspheme the God of Heaven.  
Examples on the earth have many been,  
As late in sundry places have been seen.  
At Mantua two brave Russians in their games  
Swore and blasphemed our blessed Saviour's name,  
Where Gods just judgement (full of fear & dread)  
Caused both their eyes to drop from out their head.  
In Rome, a child but five years old that swore,  
Was snatched up by the Devil, and seen no more,  
And at Ragouse, a Mariner did swear,  
As if he would God's name in sunder tear;  
When falling overboard, was drowned and tossed,  
And nothing but his tongue was only lost.  
Remember this, you sinful sons of men,  
Think how that Christ redeemed you from Hell's den  
His mercy he hath given in magnitude,  
Requite him not with vile ingratitude.  
He made the Ears and Eye, and hears and sees  
The swearers execrable oaths and lies.  
The Godhead of the Father they contemn:  
Against the Son's Redemption they blaspheme:  
The Holy Spirit grievously they grieve,  
And headlong into Hell themselves they drive,  
It is in vain for mortal men to think,  
God's justice is asleep, although it wink:  
Or that his arm is shortened in these times,  
That he cannot reach home to punish crimes.  
Oh think not so, 'tis but the Devil's illusion,  
To draw us desperately to our confusion.  
Some say that 'tis their anger makes them swear,  
And oaths are out before they are ware,  
But being crossed with losses and perplexed,  
They think no harm, but swear as being vexed:  
And some there are that swear for compliment,  
Make oaths their grace, and speeches ornament,  
Their sweet Rhetorical fine eloquence,  
Their reputations only excellence,  
Their valour, whom the Devil doth inflame  
T'abuse their Makers and Redeemers Name.  
Think but on this, you that do God forget,  
Your poor excuses cannot pay this debt:  
Remember that our sinful souls did cost  
A price too great, to be by swearing lost.  
And blessed was our last good Parliament,  
Who made an Act for swearers punishment,  
And blessed shall be each Magistrates good name,  
That carefully do execute the same.  
Those that are zealous for God's glory here,  
(No doubt) in Heaven shall have true glory there,  
Which that we may have, humbly I implore  
Of Him that rules and reigns for evermore,  
Th'eternal Lord of Lords, and King of Kings,  
Before whose Throne blessed Saints and Angels sings,  
All power, praise, glory, Majesty, thanksgiving,  
Ascribed be to him that's ever living.     
FINIS.   


TO THE TRVELY GENEROUS AND NOBLE KNIGHT, SIR JOHN MILLISSENT, SERGEANT PORTER TO the Kings most Excellent Majesty.  
RIght worthy Knight, when first this Book I writ  
To You, I boldly Dedicated it:  
And having now enlarged both Prose and Rhyme,  
To you I offer it the second time.  
To whom should I these sorrows recommend,  
But unto You, the City's Noble Friend?  
I know, you are much grieved with their Grief,  
And would adventure Life for their relief:  
To You therefore these Lines I Dedicate,  
Wherein, their Sorrows partly I relate,  
I humbly crave acceptance at your hand:  
And rest  
Your Servant ever at command, JOHN TAYLOR.   

TO THE PRINTER.  
MY Conceit is, that these are very lamentable Verses, and will grieve many the reading; they so express Death to Life, and make mortality immortal: I wish, that as many as can make use of such Lines, had Copies, the rest may want them.  
Here and there a Verse may occasion a Tear; then the Author is a true Water-poet indeed; but elsewhere, there wants not a handkercheffe to dry that Tear. So is the whole work a 
* A Sweete-bitter, or Bitter-sweet.  〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 and deserves an Approbation at least from  
JOHN TAYLOR, of Oriell College in Oxford.   

THE PREFACE.  
IN this lamentable time of general Calamity, our heinous sins provoking Gods just Indignation, this heavy visitation and mortality; I being attendant upon the Queen's Majesty at Hampton Court, and from thence within two miles of Oxford with her Barge (with much grief & remorse) did see and hear miserable and cold entertainment of many Londoners; which, for their preservation fled and retired themselves from the City into the Country. Whence I noted the people's Charity, and great amendment, for they had given over one of the seven deadly sins, which was covetousness, and in many places were so fare out of love of a Citizen's money, that they abhorred and hated either to touch or receive it; entertaining them with bitter wormwood welcome, (which herb was ●n more request amongst many of them, than any of the heavenly Graces or Cardinal Virtues) yet the herb of Grace was in much estimation, although the name of it was a document that they had occasion to Rue the Time; I further perceived that they were so fare from believing or crediting any man, that they would or durst not trust their own noses, but were doubtful, that that sense would conspire with the Plague to murder them, wherefore (like cunning Mariners, or molecatchers,) they would craftily in their streets and highways fetch the wind of any man, although they were over shoes & boots, & sometimes tumbled into a ditch for their ●abours. This was the time when a man with a nightcap at noon, would have frighted a whole Parish out of their wits, when to call for Aquae-vitae (though it had been but to make a drench for a sick horse) was enough to have his house shut up. When Lord have mercy upon us, made many of them tremble more than God Refuse, Renounce, Confound, or Damn. When a man travailing in the habit of a Citizen, was a mere Bulbegger; when for a man to say that he came from Hell, would yeed him better welcome without money, than one would give to his own father and mother that came from London. In this time of man's great misery and small mercy, I took my pen in hand and wrote this ensuing discourse: I have (as near as I could) suited it sadly, according to the nature of the subject. And truly, because that the bare and naked truth was so clear and ample, that I need not to stuff it out with frivolous fables or fantastical fictions; with my soul, I thankfully acknowledge Gods great mercy extended towards me (one of the most wretched and wicked) in that so many thousands of better life and conversation, have fallen on my right hand and on my left, and round about me; yet hath his gracious protection been my guard, for the which in my gratitude to my God, and to avoid the sin of idleness, I have written, what those that can, may read.   

THE FEARFUL SUMMER: OR LONDON'S CALAMITY.  

THe Patience and long suffering of our God,  
Keeps close his Quiver, and restrains his Rod,  
And though our crying Crimes to Heaven do cry  
For vengeance, on accursed Mortality;  
Yea though we merit mischiefs manifold,  
Blessed Mercy doth the hand of justice hold.  
But when that Eye that sees all things most clear,  
Expects our finits of Faith, from year, to year,  
Allows us painful Pastors, who bestow  
Great care and toil, to make us fruitful grow,  
And daily doth in those weak Vessels send  
The dew of Heaven, in hope we will amend;  
Yet (at the last) he doth perceive and see  
That we unfruitful and most barren be,  
Which makes his indignation frown,  
And (as accursed Figtrees) cut us down.  
Thus Mercy (mocked) plucks justice on our heads,  
And grievous Plagues our Kingdom overspreads:  
Then let us to our God make quick returning,  
With true contrition, fasting and with mourning:  
The Word is God, and God hath spoke the Word,  
If we repent he will put up his sword.  
he's grieved in panishing, he's slow to Ire,  
And HE a sinner's death doth not desire.  
If our Compunction our Amendment show,  
Our purple sinews he'll make as white as snow.  
If we lament our God is merciful,  
Our scarlet crimes he'll make as white as wool.  
Fair London that did late abound in bliss,  
And waste our Kingdom's great Metropolis,  
'Tis thou that art deie●●●ed, low in state,  
Discipulate, and almost desolate,  
(The hand of Heaven that only did protect thee)  
Thou hast provoked moil justly to correct thee,  
And for thy pride of Heart and deeds unjust,  
He lays thy Pomp and Glory in the dust.  
Thou that wast late the Queen of Cities named,  
Throughout the world admired, renowned, & fam'e  
Thou that hadst all things at command and will,  
To whom all England was a handmaid still;  
For raiment, fuel, fish, fowl, beasts, for food,  
For fruits, for all our Kingdom counted good,  
Both near and fare remote, all did agree  
To bring their best of blessings unto thee.  
Thus in conceit, thou seemedst to rule the Fates,  
Whilst peace and plenty flourished in thy Gates,  
Can I relieve thy miseries as well,  
As part I can thy woes and sorrows tell,  
Then should my Cares be eased with thy Relief,  
And all my study how to end thy grief.  
Thou that were't late rich, both in friends & wealth,  
Magnificent in state, and strong in health,  
As chiefest Mistress of our Country prized,  
Now chief in the Country art despised.  
The name of London now both fare and near,  
Strikes all the Towns and Villages with scare,  
And to be thought a Londoner is worse,  
Than one that breaks a house, or takes a purse.  
He that will filch or steal, now is the Time,  
No justice dares examine him, his crime;  
Let him but say that he from London came,  
So full of Fear and Terror is that name,  
The Constable his charge will soon forsake,  
And no man dares his M●●nus to make.  
Thus Citizens plagued for the City sins,  
Poor entertainment in the Country wins.  
Some fear the City, and fly thence amain,  
And those are of the Country feared again,  
Who against then bar their windows & their doors,  
More than they would against Turks, or jews or Moors,  
Think if very Spaniards had come there,  
Their welcome had been better, and their cheer.  
Whilst Haycock lodging, with hard slender fare,  
Welcome like dogs unto a Church they are,  
●are makes them with the Anabaptists join,  
For if an Hostess do receive their coin,  
She in a dish of water, or a pail,  
Will now baptise it, lest it something ail.  
Thus many a Citizen well flored with gold,  
Is giad to lie upon his mother ●old,  
His bed the map of his mortailty,  
His curtains clouds, and Heaven his Canopy.  
The russet Plow-swaine, and the Leathrens Hind,  
Through fear is grown unmannerly, unkind:  
And in his house (to harbour) he'll prefer  
An Infidel before a Londoner:  
And thus much friendship Londoners did win,  
The Devil himself had better welcome been:  
Those that with travel were tired, faint, and dry,  
For want of drink, might sla●e, & choke, and dye:  
For why the hob-naued Boors, inhuman Blocks,  
Uncharitable Hounds, hearts hard as Rocks,  
Did sufter people in the field to sink,  
Rather than give, or sell a draught of drink.  
Milkmaid's & Farmer's wives are grown so nice,  
They think a Citizen a Cockatrice,  
And Country Dames, are waxed so coy and brisk,  
They shun him as they'll shun a Basilisk:  
For every one the sight of him would siye,  
All scaring he would kill them with his eye.  
Ah woeful London, I thy grief bewail,  
And if my sighs and prayers may but prevail;  
I humbly beg of God that he'll be pleased,  
In jesus Christ, his wrath may be appeared,  
withholding his dread judgements from above,  
And once more grasp thee in his arms of love.  
In mcrcy all our wickedness remit,  
For who can give thee thankes within the pi●?  
Strange was the change in less than 3-months space,  
In joy, in woe, in grace, and in disgrace:  
●healthfull April, a diseased june,  
And dangerous july, brings all out of tune.  
That City whose rare objects pleased the eyes  
With much content and more varieties,  
She that was late delightful to the ears,  
With melody Harmonious, like the Spheres:  
She that had all things that might please the scent,  
And all she felt, did give her touch content,  
Her Cinque Port scences, richly fed and cloyed  
With blessins' bountiful, which she enjoyed.  
Now 3-monthes change hath filled it full of fear,  
As if no Solace ever had been there.  
What do the Eyes see there but grieved sights  
Of sick, oppressed, and distressed wights?  
Houses shut up, some dying, and some dead,  
Some (all amazed.) flying, and some fled.  
Streets thinly man d with wretches every day,  
Which have no power to flee, or means to stay,  
In some whole street (perhaps) a Shop or twain  
Stands open, for small take, and less gain,  
And every closed window, door and stall,  
Makes each day seem a solemnt Festival.  
Dead Co●●es carried, and recarried still,  
Whilst ●●ty Corpses scarce one grave doth fill.  
With LORD HAVE MERCY UPON US, on the door,  
Which (though the words be good) doth grieve men sore.  
And o'er the doore-posts fixed a cross ●●ed  
Betol-●ning that there Death some blood hath shed.  
Some with God's marks or Tokens do espte,  
These Marks or Takens, show them they must die.  
Some with their Carbuncles, and sores new burst,  
Are fed with hope they have escaped the worst:  
Thus passeth all the week, till Thuedayes Bill  
Shew●vs what thousands death that week did kill.  
That fatal Rel, doth like a razor cut  
The dead, tl ●●uing in a maze doth put,  
And he that hath a Christian heart, I know,  
Is grieved, and wounded with the deadly blow.  
These are the obie●s of the Eye, now hear  
And mark the mournful music of the Ear;  
There do the brazen Iron tongued loud bells  
(Death's clamorous music) ring continual knells,  
Some losty in their notes, some sadly tolling,  
Whilst fatali dog's made a most dismal howling,  

a Thus it was in june, july, August and September.  Some frantic raving, some with anguish crying,  
Some singing, praying, groaning, and some dying,  
The healthful grieving, and the sickly groaning,  
All in mournful diapaten moaning.  
Here, Parents for their children's loss lament.  
There, children's grief for Parent's life that's spent:  
Husbands deplore their loving Wines decease:  
Wines for their Husbands weep remediless:  
The Brother for his Brother, friend for friend,  
Do each for other mutual sorrows spend,  
Here, Sister mourns for Sister, Kin for Kin,  
As one grief ends, another doth begin:  
There one lies languishing, with slender fare:  
Small comfort, less attendance, and least care,  
With none but Death and he to tug together,  
Until his corpse and soul part each from either.  
In one house one, or two, or three doth fall,  
And in another Death plays sweepe-stake all.  
Thus universal sorrowful complaining:  
Is all the music now in London reigning,  
Thus is her comfort sad Calamity,  
And all her Melody is Malady.  
These are the objects of the eyes and ears,  
Most woeful sights, and sounds of griefs and fears.  
The curious razed that while me did delight  
With cost and care to please the Appetite  
What she was went to hate, she doth adore,  
And what's high prized, she held despised before,  
The drugs, the drenches, and untoothsome drinks,  
Fear gives a sweetness to all several stinks,  
And for supposed Anudotes, each Palate  
Of most contagious weeds will make a Sallate,  
And any of the simplest Mountebanks  
May cheat them (as they will) of Coin & thankes,  
With scraped powder of a shooing-home,  
Which they'll believe is of an Vmcorne.  
Angelicacs, distasteful root is gnawed,  
And herb of Grace most Ruefully is chawed.  
Garlic offendeth neither taste, nor smell,  
Fear and opinion makes it relish well,  
Whilst Beazer stone, and mighty Mitbridate,  
To all degrees are great in estimate,  
And Treacles power is wondrously expressed,  
And Dragon Water in most high request.  
These against the Plague are good preservative.  
But the best cordial is t'amend our lives.  
sin's the main cause and we must first begin  
To cease our griefs, by ceasing of our sin.  
I do believe that God hath given in store  
Good medicines to cure, or case each fore,  
But first remove the cause of the disease,  
And then (no doubt but) the effect will cease.  
Our sin's's the Cause, remove our sins from hence,  
And God will soon remove the Pestileace,  
Then every medicine (to our consolation)  
Shall have his power, his force his operation,  
And till that time, experiments are not  
But Paper walls against a Cannon shot.  
On many a post I see Quacke-sainers Bills  
Like Fencers Challenges, to show their skills:  
As if they were such Masters of defente  
That they date combat with the Pestilence;  
Meet with the plague in any deadly fray,  
And brag to bear the victory away,  
But if then patients pariently believe them,  
They'll cure them (without fail) of what they give them;  
What though ten thousands by their drenches perish  
They made them parposely themselves to cherish,  
Their Art is a mere Artless kind of lying.  
To pick their living out of others dying.  
This sharp inucctive no way seems to touch  
The learned Physician, whom I honour much,  
The Paracelsians and the Galennists,  
The Philosophical grave Herbahsts.  
These I admire and reverence, for in those  
God doth dame Natures secrets fast enclose,  
Which they distribute, as occasion serve  
Health to reserve, and health decayed conserve.  
'Tis against such Rat-catcher's I bend my pen  
Which do mechanically murder men,  
Whose promises of cure, (like lying knaves)  
Doth beggar men, or send them to their graves.  

a Feeling.  Now London, for the sense of feeling next,  
Thou in thy feeling chiefly art perplexed:  
Thy heart feels sorrow, and thy body anguish,  
Thou in thy feeling feelest thy force to languish,  
Thou feelst much woe, and much calamity,  
And many millions feel thy misery:  
Thou feel st the fearful Plague, the flux, and Feur  
Which many a soul doth from the body suitor.  
And I beteech God for our Saviour's merit,  
To let thee feel, the Comfort of his Spirit.  
Last for the solace of the 
b Smeling  smell or ●●●●:  
Some in contagious rooms are closely penned,  
Whereas corrupted Air they take, and give  
Till time ends, or lends liberty to live.  
One with a piece of tasseled well tarred Rope,  
Doth with that nosegay keep himself in hope;  
Another death a wisp of wormwood pull,  
And with great judgement crams his nostrils full;  
A third takes off his socks from's sweeting feet,  
And makes them his perfume alongst the streets:  
A fourth hath got a powneed Pommander box,  
With wormwood juice, or sweeting of a Fox,  
Rue steeped in vinegar, they hold it good  
To cheer the senses, and preserve the blood.  
Whilst Bellets Bonefire-like, and faggots dry  
Are burnt i'th' streets, the Air to purify.  
Thou great Almightis, give them time and space,  
And purify them with thy heavenly Grace,  
Make their repentance Incense, whose sweet faure  
May mount unto thy Throne, and gain thy favour  
Thus every sense, that should the heart delight,  
Are Ministers, and organs to affright.  
The Citizens do from the City run.  
The Country's fears, the Citizens do shun:  
Both fear the Plague, but neither fears one jot  
The evil ways which hath the plague begot.  
This is the way this sickness to prevent  
Fear to offend, more than the punishment.  
All trades are dead, or almost out of breath  
But such as line by sickness or by death  
The Mercers, Grocers, Silk-men, Goldsmiths, Duper  
Are out of Season, like noon burning Tapers  
All functions fail almost, through want of buyer  
And every art and mystery turn Dyers,  
The very Watermens give over plying,  
Their rowing tade doth fail, they fall to dring.  
Some men there are, that r●●e by others falls  
Prophetic Augurists in urinals,  
Those are right watermens, and row so well,  
They either land their fares in Heaven or Hell.  
I never knew them yet, to make a stay  
And land at Purgatory, by the way:  
The Reason very plainly doth appear  
Their patients feel their Pargatory here.  
But this much (Reader) you must understand  
They commonly are paid before they land.  
Next unto him th' Apothecary thrives  
By Physic bills, and his preservatives:  
Worm-eaten Sextons, mighty gains do witine,  
And natty Grane-makers great come in.  
And Cossin-makers are well paid their rent,  
For many a woeful wooden tenement,  
For which the Trunk-makers in Paul's Churchyard,  
A large Revenue this sad year have shared  
Their living Customers for Trunks were fled,  
They now made chests or Cousin's for the dead.  
The Searchers of each corpse good gainers be,  
The Bearers have a profitable fee,  
And last, the Dog-killers great gains abounds  
For Brayning brawling curs, and foisting hounds.  
These are the grain trades, that do get and save  
Whose gravity brings many to their grave.  
Thus grieved Lonaon, sited with moans and groans  
Is like a Golgotha of dead men's bones:  
The field where death his bloody fray doth fight  
And killed a thousand in a day and night.  
Fair houses, that were latee exceeding dear,  
At fifty or an hundred pounds a year,  
The Landlords are so pitiful of late  
They'll let them at a quarter of the rate.  
So he that is a mighty moneyed man,  
Let him but thither make what haste he can,  
Let him disburse his gold and silver heap.  
And purchase London 'tis exceeding cheap,  
But if he tarry but one three months more,  
I hope 'twill be as dear as 'twas before.  
A Country cottage, that but lately went  
At four marks, or at three pounds yearly rend.  
A Citizen, whose mere necessity  
Doth force him now into the Country fly,  
Is glad to hire two Chambers of a Carter  
And pray & pay with thankes five Pounds a quarter.  
Then here's the alteration of this year  
The City's cheapness makes the Country dear.  
Besides another mischief is, I see  
A man dares not besicke although he be:  
Let him complain but of the sio●c or gout  
The plague hath strooke him, presently they doubt.  
Myself hath been perplexed now and then,  
With the wind Colic, years above thrice ten,  
Wh'ch in the Country I durst not repeat  
Although my pangs & gripes, & pains were great.  
For to be sick of any kind of grief  
Would make a man worse welcome than a thief,  
To be drunk sick, which or'st did credit win,  
Was feared infectious, and held worse than sin.  
This made me, and a many more beside,  
Their griefs to smother, and their pains to hide,  
To tell a merry tale with Visage glad,  
When as the Colic almost made me mad.  
Thus mere dissembling, many practised then,  
And midst of pain, seemed pleasant amongst men,  
For why, the smallest sigh or groan, or shrieke  
Would make a man his meat and lodging seek.  
This was the wretched Londoners hard case  
Most hardly welcome into any place,  
Whilst Country people, where soe'er they went  
Would stop their Noses to avoid their scent,  
When as the case did oft most plain appear  
'Twas only they themselves that stunk with fear  
Nature was dead (or from the Country run)  
A Father durst not entertain his Son,  
The Mother sees her Daughter, and doth fear her,  
Commands her, on her blessing not come near her.  
Affinity, nor any kind of Kin,  
Or ancient friendship could true welcome win,  
The Children scarcely would their Parents know  
Or (did if they,) but slender duty show:  
Thus fear made nature most unnatural,  
Duty undutiful, or very small,  
No friendship, or else cold and miserable,  
And generally all uncharitable.  
Nor London Letters little better spod  
They would not be received (much less be read)  
But cast into the fire and burnt with speed  
As if they had been Heretics indeed.  
And late I saw upon a Sabbath day  
Some Citizens at Church prepared to pray;  
But (as they had been excommunicate)  
The good Churchwardens thrust them out the gate.  
Another Country virtue I'll repeat,  
The people's charity was grown so great  
That whatsoever Londonor did dye,  
In Church or Churchyard should not buried lie.  
Thus were they scorned, despised, banished,  
Excluded from the Church, alive, and dead,  
Alive, their bodies could no harbour have,  
And dead, not be allowed a Christian Grave:  
Thus was the Country's kindness cold, and small,  
No house, no Church, no Christian burial.  
Oh thou that on the winged winds dost sit  
And seest our misery, remedy it,  
Although we have deserved thy vengeance hot,  
Yet in thy jury (Lord) consume us not.  
But in thy mercy's sheath thy slaying sword,  
Deliver us, according to thy word,  
Shut up thy Quiver, stay thy angry rod  
That all the world may know thou art our God,  
Oh open wide the gate of thy compassion  
Assure our souls that thou art our Salvation.  
Then all our thoughts & words, & works, we'll frame  
To magnify thy great and glorious Name,  
The ways of God, are intricate, no doubt  
Unsearchable, and pass man's finding out,  
He at his pleasure worketh wondrous things  
And in his hand doth hold the hearts of Kings,  
And for the love, which to our King he bears,  
By sickness he our sinful Country clears,  
That he may be a Patron, and a guide  
Unto a people purged and purified.  
This by a precedent is manifest;  
When famous late Elizabeth deceased,  
Before our gracious james put on the Crown,  
God's hand did cut superstuous branches down,  
Not that they then that were of life bereft,  
Were greater sinners than the number left:  
But that the Plague should then the Kingdom clear  
The good to comfort, and the bad to fear:  
That as a good King, God did us assure,  
So he should have a Nation purged and pure.  
And as Elizabeth when she went hence,  
Was waited on, as did be seem a Prince:  
Of all degrees to tend her Majesty,  
Near forty thousand in that year did dye,  
That as she was beloved of high and low:  
So at her death, their deaths their loves did show,  
Whereby the world did note Elizabeth,  
Was lovingly attended after death.  
So mighty james (the world's admired mireur)  
True faiths defending friend, stern Foe to Error,  
When he Great Britain's glorious Crown did leave,  
A Crown of endless glory to receive,  
Then presently in less than eight months' space  
Full eighty thousand follow him a pace.  
And now that Royal james entombed lies,  
And that our gracious Charles his room supplies,  
As Heaven did for his Father formerly  
A sinful Nation cleanse and purify.  
So God, for him these things to pass doth bring,  
And mends the Subjects for so good a King.  
Upon whose Throne may peace and plenty rest,  
And he and his Eternally be blessed.    

NOw for a Conclusion in Prose, I must have one touch more at the uncharitableness and ingratitude of those beastly, barbarous, cruel Country Cannibals, whom neither the entreaty of the healthy, or misery of the sick could move to any spark of humanity, or Christian compassion; their ingratitude being such, that although the City of London hath continually extended her bounty towards the Countries in general and particular necessities: for repairing their Churches, Bridges and high ways, for their wracks by sea, for their losses by fire, for their ●inundations by water, for many Free-scholes, Almehouses & other works of piety and charity, most largely and abundantly expressed, and most apparently known unto them; yet notwithstanding all these and much more than I can recollect, these Grunting Girigashites, these Hog-rubbing Gadarens, suffers the distressed sons and daughters of this famous fostering City to languish, pine, starve and dye in their streets, fields, ditches and highways, giving or allowing them no relief whilst they lived, or burials being dead: whose lives in (many places) might have been saved, with the harbours and entertainment which the currish Nabals did afford their swine.  
They have their excuses, and by the fault of their hardheartedness upon the strict command from the justices and Magistrates; alas, a staff is quickly found to beat a dog: for let it be granted, that the justices and men of Authority did command and counsel then to be wary and careful, yet I am sure that neither God or any Christian or good Magistrate did ever command or exhort them to be cruel unmerciful, unthankful, barbarous, inhuman, or uncharitable: for it there were or are any, either justice or other of that helliss: and hoggish disposition, let him or them expect to howl with Dives, for being so uncompassionate.  
What have you been but murderers of your Christian brethren and sisters? for the rule of charity, saith, that whosoever heeor they be, that may relieve or help the necessities of others, and doth reject or neglect it by which means those that are in want do perish, that they are murderers; and as many of our Country Inns and Alehouses have unchanged their signs because they will give no harbour (upon any condition) to neither whole or sick, so without Repentance and Gods great mercy, some of them must expect to hang in hell for their inhospitable want or pity.  
What madness did possess you? did you think that none but Citizens were marked for death, that only a black or civil fu● of apparel, with a Ruff-band, was only the Plague's livery? No, you shall find it otherways: for a Russet Coat or a sheepskin cover, is no Armour of proof against God's Arrows; though you shut up & barracado your doors and windows, as hard as your hearts and heads were Ramd against your distressed brethren, yet death will find you, and leave you to judgement.  
The Book of God doth yield us many precedents and examples, that we are to be careful to preserve life: it is madness to stand wilfully under a falling house, or to sleep whilst the water overflow us, to run desperately into the fire: or not avoid a shot, or a stroke of a sword: It is lawful to avoid famine, to shun the Leper, the great or small Pox, and many other diseases: for if Physic be good to restore health, it is wisdom to preserve health to prevent Physic. The skilful Mariner in a dangerous storm or tempest, will make the hest haste he can into a safe haven or a good harbour. I am commanded to love my neighbour, and to be careful to help him in the preservation of his life, and therefore I must be respectful of mine own.  
Our Saviour Christ (although he was God omnipotent) whose beck, or the least of his commands could have consumed Herod, and crushed him and his Tyranny to nothing, yet did he please not to use the power and strength of his Godhead, but (for our instruction and example) showing the weakness and imbecility of his humanity, he fled from Herod into Egypt.  
By this which hath been written, it is apparent, that it is lawful for any man to absent himself (if his calling will permit the same) from manifest and approaching danger o● his life: Beasts, Fowls and Fishes will shun their destruction, Worms and contemptible vermin (as lice and fleas) will crawl, creep, and skip, to save themselves from death, therefore man that hath being, Life, Sense, Reason, and Hope of immortality, may lawfully seek his own preservation. But if there be any that have, out of a slavish or unchristianlike fear, fled or runaway from this famous City in this lamentable visitation; I mean such as left neither prayer or purse to relieve those that underwent the grievous burdens of sickness and calamity; such as trusted more in the Country aid, then in heavenly providence, such as imagined that their safety was by their own care and industry, not remembering that their sins and transgressions have helped to pull down God's wrath upon their afflicted brethren and Sisters; I say, if any such there be, that attribute their preservation to their own discreet carriage, giving the praise to the means, not much minding the All-sufficient cause and Giver of the means: If any such have fallen into the uncourteous paws of the sordid Rusticles, or Clownish Coridon's, let them know that God's blessings are worth thankes, and that they were iuslly plagued for their unthankfulness.  
And some have been too swift and fearful in flying, so, many have been too slow and adventurous in staying, depending too much upon a common and desperate opinion, that their times are fixed, that their days are numbered, & that their lives are limited: so that till God hath appointed they shall not dye, and that it lies not in them, or any power of man to lengthen life: All these Assertions are true, and I must needs grant unto them. But for as much as God is the Land Lord of life, and puts it (as his Tenants) in our frailc Tenements; although the Land Lord knows when the Tenant shall departed; yet we are ignorant, and know neither when, where, nor how: therefore, though there be no flying from death when God hath appointed it, so we, not knowning the time when we shall dye must seek to preserve life, by shunning perils and dangers of death: let us make much of life whilst we have it, for we do not know how long we shall keep it; and let us have a care to live well, and then, I am sure, we are out of fear to dye ill.  
Being it is both natural, lawful and commendable, to avoid all these dangers aforesaid, I hold it much reason to shun the place or person infected with the Plague or Pestilence. But here may arise an objection, for Master Mulligrubs, Mistress Fump, Goodman Beetle the Constable, Gaffer Lagg the Hedgborough, and Block the Tythingman will say, that they did but seek their own safeties and preservations in not entertaining the Londoners, for they were ignorant, and did not know who were in health or clear, and who were infectious, in which regard, they thought it the surest course to relieve or harbour none at all: this is partly answered before, for no man doth or can tax them for being wary and careful, but for their unchariblenesse, and unchristianlike dealing, both to the quick and dead; for the Town of Henden in Middlesex, seven miles from London, was a good Country precedent, if the rest had the grace to have followed it: for they relieved the sick, they buried the dead in Christian burial, and they (being but a small Village) did charitably collect eight pounds at the jest, which they sent to relieve the poor of Saint Andrew's in Holborn, beside they allowed good weekly wages to two men, to attend and bury such as died; and though they are no Pharises, to ploclaime their own charity, yet I could not overslip their deserved commendations. In many other places there hath been much goodness and Christian love expressed, for the which (no doubt) but there is more than an earthly reward in store: For I tax not all Towns and Villages, though I think most of them do harbour some in the shapes of men, with the minds of Monsters.  
A man sick of an Ague, lying on the ground at Maidenhead in Berkshire, with his Fit violently on him, had stones cast at him by two men of the Town (whom I could name) and when they could not cause him to rise, one of them took a Hitcher, or long Boate-hooke, and hitched in the sick man's Breeches, drawing him backward, with his face grovelling on the ground, drawing him so under the Bridge in a dry place, where he lay till his Fit was gone, and having lost a new Hat, went his way.  
One was cast dead into the Thames at Stanes, and drawn with a Boat and a rope down some part of the River, and dragged to shore and indiched.  
One at Richmond was drawn naked in the night by his own Wife and Boy, and cast into the Thames, where the next day the corps was found.  
One at Stanes carried his dead Wife on his back in a Coffin, and fain to be Bearer, Priest, Clarke, Sexton, and Grave-maker himself: thete and many more I could speak upon knowledge, and should I write all that I am truly informed of, my Book would outswell the limits of a Pamphlet; let it suffice that God hath not forgotten to be gracious and merciful; our sickness he hath turned to health, our mourning into joy, and our desolations into full and wholesome habitations: and though the Country in many places doth begin to share in this Contagion, let them not doubt, but they shall find the City more charitable and hospitable than they deserve or can expect. And so God in mercy turn his fierce wrath both from them and us.   
FINIS.   


TO ALL THOSE THAT HAVE BEEN, ARE, WILL, OR WOULD BE MASTERS OF A SHILLING OR TWELVEPENCES.  
SIR john Mandevill, an English Knight, a famous Traveller, and discoverer of foreign Manners, Regions, and Rarities; Christopher Collumbus, Magellane, Hernando Cortes, Don Diego de Almagro, Drake, Hawkins, Frosbushir, Baskervile, Cavendish, and many more worthy Travellers of our own & other Nations, whose honourable, dangerous, & laudable achievements, have made their meritorius names to be Recorded, to the admiration of the time past, present, and to future postcrity: yet if it be well considered, it will plainly appear, that all their laborious endeavours had an end with their lives: But the Traveller that Itreate of, the Thrice-treble-triumphant Troynovantine Twelvepences, is like a perpetual motion, in a continual travel, to whose journey there can be no end, until the world come to a final dissolution and period. For the progress of Coriat was but a walk in regard of my Shillings per ambulation: and if the ink and Paper-murthering fictions should be true of Amadis de Gaul, Huon, Sir Egre, Bevis, Guy, the Mirror of Knighthood, the seven Champions, Chinon, Sir Dagonet, Triamore, Monsieur, Mallegrindo, Knight of the frozen Isle: If it were possible that all their lies should be true, of the great Travels of those imaginarse and never seen worthies, yet must they all come short of the praise that is due to my travelling Twelvepences. I could have bussied my brains about many other subjects, as quick Epigrams, biting Satyrs, Sharp iambics, soothing Elegies, pleasant Pastorals Odes, Madrigals, or Roundelays; alluring Sonnets, flattering Epithalamiums, or lying Epitaphs, Panegericks, or name-seruing Acrostics, and Annagrams, losty Tragedy, lowly Comedy, riddling Moral, or stately Heroics: either of all these I could have poorly handled, but that any Muse stumbled by chance upon this Twelvepenny subject, wherein I would have the Reader to consider, what in some places I speak only of a Shilling or Twelvepences, and in some places generally of Money. I have set down the manner of my Shillings shifting of Masters, more often then the Sergeants do; for they use the old Sheriffs like Almanacs out of date, and yearly serve the new; but Twelvepences hath sometimes twelve, sixteen, or twenty Masters in a day. In a word (Reader) I do not beg your favour, crave your acceptance, entreat your kindness, implore your love, or request your friendship; for it is not any of these in particular that! seek or care for: but generally at all I aim, and for all I hope, and being in that hope, I leave you to Read and judge of my ensuing Labours, and my Twelvepences Travels.  
Yours, as you please to be mine, JOHN TAYLOR.   

THE TRAVELS OF TWELVEPENCES.  

Imagine Reader (to his grief and glory,)  
Twelvepences himself declares his wand'ring story:  
Relating how he first was borne and bred,  
And how about the world he Travailed.   

IF any one (as I dare boldly done)  

a No man dares confess his whole life and actions, as my Twelvepences doth.  His Bitth, his breeding, and his Life declare:  
Let him appear, and I dare lay my neck,  
He will be hanged, or else deserve a check.  
From vast America's rude barbarous bounds,  

b Where the best metals do grow, the Earth is most barren, which is an Emblem that they that hoard or hide money, are barren of all fruits of goodness.  From rocky barren soil, and sterile grounds,  
Where men did not their Creator know,  
And where the devil's the God to whom they bow,  
There from my Heathen Dam, or mother Earth  
With Pains and travail, I at first had birth.  
A hundred strong men-midwives, digged their way  
Into her bowels, to find. where I lay  
With Engines, Spades, Crows, Mattocks, & such matters,  
They ripped & tore her harmless womb to tatters,  
And but they did within the midway catch me,  
They would have digged to Hell itself to fetch me.  
At last they found me, mixed with dirt and dross,  
Corruption vnrefined, eclipsed my Gloss,  
And from the Earth I in the fire was tried,  
And into Ingots purged and 
c Purchase.  purified.  
From 
d Polidore Virgil. Menes might be first inventor of Come in Egypt, yet not of a Twelve pence, but I think money was an Cains time, and I am sure that Abraham bought a field for burial with money.  Paphlagonia, some my birth do count,  
Near Sandracugium, a most famous Mount,  
And that poor Slaves which were condemned to die,  
Were forced to dig for me laboriously,  
Whereas the dampish Mines infecting air  
Killed the poor wretches, and so eased their care,  
Some say that 
d Polidore Virgil. Menes might be first inventor of Come in Egypt, yet not of a Twelve pence, but I think money was an Cains time, and I am sure that Abraham bought a field for burial with money.  Menes, an Egyptian King,  
Me to the shape of Coin, at first did bring:  
But when they saw that people, greedily,  
For me did run into all villainy,  
The Priests did curse the King, that first invented  
Me, that so many ways their minds tormented,  
For till they knew me, they affirmed true;  
No Ennie, Pride, or Avarice they knew.  
Thus with great labour, and the death of men,  
I first was borne, and afterwards again  
He that to Money did convert me first,  
Was by the Priests and People, banned and cursed.  
With blood and curses I at first began,  
And ever since have been a curse to man.  
Yet for me some excuses may be shown,  
The name of Twelvepences, was as then not known,  
Diversity of Coins o'er all the world  
Were scattered universally, and hurled,  
In Courts, in Cities, and in warlike Camps,  
ere I was made, they all used other stamps.  
There were some Sicles, some 
* A small Piece of Spanish Coin, six of them to an●● glish penny.  Meruiades,  
An As, a Drochma, a Sesterces,  
Quadrens, Sextanes, Minaes, (it appears)  
Didrachmaes, and Sportulas and Denteres.  
My name at first did from the Romans come,  
(As Cooper says) they called me Solidum,  
Or from a Soldier it was named thus,  
(As 'twere his daily wages) Sollidus,  
For though the Times are subject to mutation,  
Yet from Soldatus I have nomination:  
Thus Twelvepences hath an ancient Warrior been,  
Although men know not when! did begin.  
And by experience all the world can tell,  
Soldatus doth love Sollidus so well,  
That always every Soldier is unwilling,  
Long to be kept asunder from a Shilling:  
If he doth want me, a month, two, 
* Soldiers wanting their pay, will want good will to serve. A brass piece of Bohcnuan coin. twelve of them to a penny.  or three,  
he'll grumble, and go near to Mutiny.  
He hath no mind to draw his Sword and fight,  
But (discontented) bids the war's good-night.  
When let but Solidus come to his hand,  
he'll fight as long as he can go or stand,  
Regarding nor remembering child or wife,  
he'll hazard and endanger limb and life.  
And thus by way of argument 'tis penned,  
A Shilling is a Soldier's loved friend.  
A Shilling's much more ancient than a pound,  
And in pronouncing gives a better found:  
As for example; which is most month-filling  
Of fifty pounds, or of a thousand shilling,  
A thousand pounds, may make the accent roar,  
But twenty thousand shillings foundeth more.  
Thus of two syllables I am compacted,  
When into one the hounds are all extracted.  
The German Dollars are my juniers fare,  
So are the Copesticks of the Brabanuer.  
The Spanish, Royal, piece of four and eight,  
On me for my antiquity may wait,  
The Floren, Gelder, and French Cardecu  
To me are upstarts, if Records be true,  
The Grosh, 
* The Anatomy of Twelvepences or a shilling.  Potchandle, Stuter, Doit, and Souse,  
Compared with me, are all scarce worth a Louse:  
Nor can the Atcheson or the Baubee  
For my antiquity compare with me.  
The half Crown is on horseback mounted high,  
Yet never travailed half to fare as I;  
The Scotish Mark's a dang'reus piece of Coin,  
'Tis just a hanging price, if one purloin,  
There is no such hazard in the stealing me,  
I am three half pence lower in degree,  
And as in pence I for a jury stand,   

I have eleven Coins under my command:  
And (to grace all the rest) my proper self,  
Like a Grand juryman make up the Twelve.  
But for men shall not think I brag or prate,  
Those whom I do command Ile● nominate.  
Nine pence (three quarters) with his Harp be friends me,  
And six pence with half service still attends me,  
The Four pence half, penny next comes siddling on,  
The Grout my third pence doth depend upon:  
The third-pences is a quarter way for still,  
The twopences in six parts attends my will.  
Three halfpences the ●●●● to my commanding sway,  
And eight of them at once doth me obey:  
The ●●●●● penny are all my little Cousins,  
And doth attend my service by the dozen.  
Three farthings by sixteen attend in plenty,  
And halfpences to the sum of some and twenty,  
And last (for Pages) on my State doth wait,  
Of dapper farthing tokens forty eight.  
But ere I did attain my shape and form,  
I abide the brunt of many a furious storm;  
I or this the world I would have well to wots,  
Mine honour was with pains and danger got.  
I passed the raging tear and flaming fire:  
And gained a face and Cross for all my hire;  
It would almost dissolve a heart of slint,  
To be so used as I was in the Mint:  
The pains of Purgatory cannot be  
But actions to these things that fell on me.  
For what I did endure, had man but felt,  
It had (like Kitchintstuffe) have made him melt,  
Then my Tormentors, all at once agrees  
From my great heat, tolet me cool or freeze,  
And dead and cold, me then again they martyred,  
Me all in pieces they be cut and quartired,  
Weighing the mangled mammoers; they pronounce  
That five of me in weight should be an 
* Five shillings weight an ounce.  ounce.  
Then to the Anvil was I brought in haste,  
Whereas with Hammers they did me bombast,  
And there they never left belab'ring me,  
Until they brought me to the shape you see.  
Thus I mine honour, and my form did win,  
Through many dreadful dangers I was in.  
And thought there scarce doth memory remain,  
What I was e'er thy siyt King Edward's reign,  
Yet long before his time I was in value,  
As read in good true written Stories shall you.  
My stamp (when Rome did kept the world in awe)  
Was four swift Steeds that did a Chariot draw,  
Which figured, that I to and fro should run  
An endless journey that would ne'er be done.  
I am made endless, round, which doth portend,  
Till the world end, my journey ne'er shall end.  
And men may plainly in my roundness see,  
An Emblem of the world rotundity.  
Round is the Globe, round is the Hemisphere,  
Rond runs the Moon and Sun, each month and year,  
Round ran the Empire from th' Assiran Kings,  
Round unto Persian, Greece, and Rome it flings,  
Round to great Britame, it is come I know,  
Whence (hemmed round with the Sea) it cannot go.  
But the main cause that makes it stay and stand,  
Is where 'tis guarded by th' Almighty's hand.  
Round from the North to East, to South and West,  
All Arts have still run round, 'tis manifest.  
The jews, th' Egyptians, Caldies', Persians,  
Devised Arts, and were Astrologians,  
And true experience doth approve it thus,  
Their knowledge is run round from them to us.  
The age of man goes round, a child at first,  
And like a child returns unto his dust.  
His body and his limbs, his eyes, his head,  
All in round forms are made and fashioned,  
The roots, the fruits, the flowers, and the Trees,  
All in a round conformity agrees,  
Our drinking healths run round, with nimble quickness,  
Until at last too many healths brings sickness:  
When store of money to men's hands do come,  
They say they have received a good round sum;  
And when a man doth take a Knave up sound,  
'Tis said, he told him of his faults most roundly.  
The Hangman hangs a Traitor, or a Thief,  
And is about his business round, and brief.  
Round are the dishes where we put our meat,  
Our Cups, wherein we drink, are round complete:  
Round is our Butter, round our Cheeses are,  
Round are the clothes which on our backs we wear,  
Beasts, fowls and fish, that every where abound,  
Are (for the most part) every where made round.  
Round are all wedding Rings, implying will,  
men's cares run round, like horses in a mill.  
Thus having plainly showed, why and wherefore  
I am made round, now to my task once more.  
About my circle, I a Posy have,  
The Title, God unto the King first gave.  
The circle that encompasseth my face,  
Declares my Sovereign's Title, by God's grace,  
Upon my other side is, 
* In English, I have put (or placed) God my helper.  POSVI DEUM,  
Whereto is added ADIUTOREM MEUM,  
The which last Poesy Annagrammatized,  
Wisdom, admit me power, true comprised,  
Wisdom at first upon me did bestow  
Such power that for a Shillinh I should go,  
When Wisdom gave me power, I was then  
A servant, not a Master unto men.  
Now, Power 
* Anaagram of the Latin Motto of Posui, placed into English words, Wisdom admit me Power.  makes me wisdom force perforce  
Improper, like the Cart before the Horse.  
For in this Age, so many friends I find,  
My power's before, and Wisdom comes behind.  
He that for me and for my kin can rake  
Hi's wife, (although a Coxcomb) for my sake,  
He that wants me, shall be esteemed an Ass,  
Although he be as wise as e'er man was. 
* The Annagram turned backward, Wisdom comes behind money.   
For there's such league one in Triplicity  
Sworn firm betwixt the Devil, the world, and●,  
That those who to the one true servants be,  
Are captive bondslaves unto all the three.  
Great sway upon the earth to us is given,  
Por well we know we ne'er shall come in heaven,  
And all that in us take delight and mirth,  
Their only heaven is here upon the earth.  
And covetous they are not, in this case,  
Because they covet for no better place;  
So much for that: now to my shape again,  
You see my face is beardless, smooth and plain,  
Because my Sovereign 
* King Edw. was crowned at nine years of age, and died before he was sixteen.  was a child 'tis known,  
When as he did put on the English Crown.  
But had my stamp been bearded, as with hair,  
Long before this it had been worn out bare;  
For why with me the unthrists every day,  
With my face downwards do at shove-boord 
* Edw. shillings for the most part at used at shoove board.  play,  
That had I had a beard, you may suppose  
Th'had worn it off, as they have done my nose.  
Yet doth my bare face sometimes, now and than,  
Make a young beardless Boy, outface a man,  
For any Boy and I, do both agree,  
To outface any man that doth want me.  
A cross 
* upon the cross of a Twelvepences.  I bear upon my other side,  
(A glorious figure of true Christian pride)  
And with that cross I any man can cross,  
From wrong to injury, from harm to loss,  
And in me is such working powerfulness,  
That those that have me, can both cross and 
* Hear I mean generally of money, and not simply of our Twelvepences.  bless  
The English and French Arms, the Lions & flowers,  
Show es France a subject once to England's powers,  
And when my Master did respire his breath,  
His sisters, Marry, and Elizabeth  
Ordained new Twelvepences with me to join,  
But altered not my badge upon my Coin.  
Except a little, which King Philip did,  
Which Queen Elizabeth did soon forbid.  
But since the coming of my Sovereign james,  
The badge upon my 
* K. Edw. Q. Marry, Q. Elizabeth, and king james, all their shillings of equal weight and value, and therefore my twelvepence hath upon his back the Royal A●● here expressed in verse.  back more worth proclaims  
And to mix state with truth, truth with delight,  
Upon the Arms I carry, thus I writ.   

Upon the King's Arms.  

THree Lions Passant (borne by former Kings)  
Subdues the Harp, quarter's the 
* Ireland.  flowers of 
* The Flower de ●●● of France.  France  
Fourth Lion Rampant, equal honour brings,  
Though having power to war, doth peace advance, 
* Lion of Scotland.   
united in great james this Royal style,  
song of great Britain, France, and Ireland's Isle.   

● Thus Readers, having printed for your reading,  
my birth, my rising, my estate, and breeding:  
my Badge, my face, my Cross, my Annagram,  
how mighty in my great command I am,  
how will tell some travels I have had,  
Some (as I remember) I'll recite,  
Should I name all, 'twere almost infinite.   

One asked the 
* Diogenes.  Cynic wise Athenian,  
O The cause why silver looked so pale and wan?  
He, in reply was quick, and answered straight,  
●● because so many for it lay in wait.  
And did men think in what diversity  
Of fashions men for me in wait do lie,  
They would agree together in a tale,  
That I had reason to look wan and pale.  
●haue of Treason, been made Instrument  
To betray Kingdoms, and to circumvent,  
To undermine, and to subvert the states  
Of Empires, and of mighty Potentates.  
●●aue caused murder, cruel Homicide,  
Foul Fratricide, unnatural Parricide.  
For which a curse doth unto me remain,  
A Runuagate, and a Vagabond like Caine.  
And though that God in thundering Majesty  
forbad man to have any Gods but he,  
Yet many thousands that command, forget,  
Not minding God, their minds on me 
* Twelvepences is a shrift.  they set.  
To purchase me, men have forsworn and sworn,  
And from the Book of life their names have torn.  
For me the Sabbath is profaned with works  
Of Christians labours, worse than jews or Turks.  
For me those Parents that have nursed and bred  
Their children, by them are dishonoured,  
For to have me (to endless joy or woe)  
Some children care not where their Fathers go.  
swith the deu'ls sole help (my sole partaker)  
have been an universal Cuckold-maker:  
For where nor wit, or beauty could come in,  
Many shape I could admittance win.  
●●make the Husband sometimes keep the door,  
The whilst (for me) his wife doth play the whore.  
And many times (to move all hell to laughter)  
●●made a Mother Bawd unto her Daughter.  
●●forc'd a Virgin cast off continence  
And Chastity, and put on Impudence.  
●●made a reucrend judge to take a Bribe,  
●●made a Scribe a forged Name subscribe,  
uncaused a Miser sell his soul to hell,  
Because I here on Earth with him should dwell. 
* On money.   
And eighteen years be kept me day and night  
Locked in a Chest, not seeing any light.  
And though my lot was thus a Slave to be,  
Yet was he a fare worse Slave to me;  
For he had vowed himself to death to pine,  
Rather than spend one penny pot of wine,  
Although he late had swallowed down his throat,  
Stinking fresh Herrings threescore for a Groat.  
And he did bide this slavish misery,  
On purpose to debar my liberty.  
At last this poor, base penurious Knave,  
Was borne (the way of all flesh) to his Grave;  
And his brave heir upon his back had got  
A mourning merry suit, long looked I wots,  
He the next day let sly the ill got treasure,  
And I began to see some worldly pleasure;  
From my old Master's Chest I was assumed  
To my young Master's pockets, sweet perfumed;  
IT a bawdy house, of the last new translation  
He bore me with him, for his recreation,  
There for a maidenhead he played a game,  
Where eightscore more before had done the same.  
There did my Master Knave discharge the score,  
And went, and left me with my mistress Whore.  
I stayed not in her service long, for she  
Was not two days before she set me free,  
For having got a Frenchisied heat,  
She was prescribed a Diet and a sweat,  
She gave me to the Surgeon, for some Lotion,  
For Unguents, and a gentle working Potion,  
For Plasters, and for ointments in a Box,  
And so I left my Mistress, with a Pox.  
The Surgeon me to the Physician sent,  
From him I to th' 
* Vintner's rents dearer than any almost by half.  Apothecary went,  
But there I thought that Hell I had been in,  
And all the Fiends had in his Boxes been.  
For it appeared to me that all his drugs  
Had got the names of the infernal Bugs:  
Zarzaparilla, Colloquintida,  
Auxungia Porci, Cassia Fistula,  
Egiptiacum, Album Camphiratum,  
Black Oxicrotium, and whire Sublimatum.  
But soon my Master freed me from my fear,  
He to the Tavern went and left me there.  
And whilst l in the Vintner's house remained,  
Some knowledge of my Master's state I gained.  
Let no man say that drunk, myself I show,  
For what I speak, I understand and know.  
I'll show some discommodities that wait  
(For the most part) on every Vintner's state.  
First, if a row of houses stands together,  
All of one bigness formed, no odds in either,  
If one of them be to a Vintner let,  
Amongst the rest at double rent 'tis set.  
Next, if French Wine be twenty pound the Ton,  
But a poor penny in a quart is won:  
Besides, he sometimes in the Cask doth find,  
Of Lees six Gallons, for a Lag behind.  
And more, when in the Cellar it is laid,  
The Carmen, and Wine-Porters must be paid.  
And by misfortune if the Cask be weak,  
There or four Gallons in the ground may leak,  
Or taking vent, it may grow dead and flat,  
And then the Vintner little gets by that.  
And if he be a fellow of free heart,  
He now and then must give a pint or quart.  
His Candles (night and day) are burning still  
Within his Seller, lest his Wines should spill:  
And if two Kennel-rakers chance to come,  
To come i'th' evening, they must have a room,  
And over one bare pint will sit and prate,  
And burn a Candle out (perhaps) thereat,  
Whilst all the Drawers must stay up and wait  
Upon these fellows, be it ne'er so late:  
The whilst a Candle in the Kitchen wastes,  
Another to his end i'th' Seller hastes,  
One with the Guests, another at the Bar,  
Thus for one pint, four Candles burning are.  
By daylight, this I have seen some to do,  
Call for a pipe, a pint, and Candle to,  
By that time he hath done, 'tis quickly counted,  
To what large sum the Vintner's gains amounted.  
Besides all this, his charge is ever great,  
For servant's wages, clothes, and fire, and meat,  
For linen, washing, Trenchers, loss of Plate,  
For Glasses broken (by the course of Fate)  

* All, or the most of this is most true on mine own knowledge.  Besides, he hath some scores, which if you look,  
They make his posts look white, & black his book:  
And if a debtor seven long years do stay,  
But six pence for a quart of wine he'll pay,  
When if a Merchant do a Vintner trust  
For his forbearance dear he answer must.  
And when some Guests have liquer in their brains,  
How they will swagger in their roaring strains,  
Out go their swords, and by the ears they fall,  
And now and then one's nailed unto the wall.  
The man and's wife abused, his servants beaten,  
No monies paid for what is drunk or eaten,  
His house in question brought, a man is killed,  
His and his wife's heart both with sorrow filled,  
And whereas other Trades their labours end  
At night, till midnight He doth still attend,  

* Besides if Drawer he never so good a man, yet every pa●iry fellow will call●oy, fill more Wine.  At every Grooms command officiously  
He waits, and takes hard words most courteously.  
He that amongst these harms can purchase profit,  
Much good may't do him, he is worthy of it.  
My Master's Vintner Trade, I thought to touch,  
Because I cannot think his gains is much,  
I love them all, my lines here manifests,  
And so God send them honest sober guests.  
From thence unto the Wine-Marchant I went,  
He presently me to the market sent:  
For Butter, and for Eggs I was exchanged,  
And to the Country with my Dame I ranged.  
Her Husband gave me to a labouring Ditcher,  
He to the Alehouse went, and banged the Pitcher.  
To stay long there, I was exceeding loath.  
They used so much deceit with nick and froth.  
My Master Host, unto the Brewer gave me,  
The Maltman came on Monday, & would have me,  
He to the Alehouse brought me back in haste,  
From thence I quickly to the Baker past,  
My service there was very short and brief,  
He placed me with a Miller and a Thief,  
That was a merry Master for the nonce,  
He got his living cogging with two stones;  
I next dwelled with a Butcher, that had tricks  
To live and thrive by Mutton and by pricks.  
Thus have I oft been tossed to and fro,  
From bad to worse, from misery to woe,  
From miserable Slaves, to Prodigals,  
To arrant Thiefs, and to good Hospitals,  
To good and bad, to true wen and to Tailors,  

* I have set down all these Masters of Twelve pence, ●●●: order as they are in degree, but as he travailed from●● to man, good and bad, poor and rich, without any order.  To Fiddlers, Pipers, Fishmongers, and Sailors,  
To Mercers, Grocers, Drapers, Tinkers, Peddlers,  
To Fruiterers, for Pipins, Plumbs, and Meddlers,  
To Silk-men, Sadiers, Turner's, Tilers, Glasiers,  
To ●ripewines, Mealmen, Gardeners, Graziers, Braziers,  
To Plumbers, Brick lay'rs, Smiths, and Carpenters,  
To Dyers, Goldsmiths, and to Plasterers,  
To Noblemen, to Water-men, and to joiners,  
To honest men, to Knaves, to clipping Coiners,  
To Knights, to Beggars, Scriu'ners, Colliers, Lawyers,  
To Stationers, to Printers, Silk-men sawyer's,  
To Fools, to Wisemen, Dunces, and to Doctors,  
To Harlots, Varlets, Sericants, Baylisfes, Proctors,  
To Papists, Protestants, and Puritans,  
To Traitors, Subjects, Matchivillians,  
To Catchpoles, Beadles, jailors, Ironmongers,  
To Cooks (whose labours do assuage men's hungers)  
To Cuckolds, Bawds, to greasy Pimps & Panders,  
To Cowards, valiant men and stout Commanders,  
To Fishers, Fowlers, Shepherds, Queristers,  
To Feather-makers, Girdlers, Barristers,  
To Players, Bearwards, Fencers, to good fellows,  
To those that make no breath, yet can make bellows,  
To Pewt'rers, Shoemakers, and Buttonmakers,  
To Marshal's men, and dirty kenell-rakers,  
To Leathersellers, Armourers, and Curriers,  
To jugglers, jesters, Masons, Barbers, Spurriers,  
To Woodmongers, to Tapsters, and to Salters,  
To Rope-makers, for Cables, Ropes, and Halters,  
To Painters, Pointers, Hackney-men, and Skinners,  
To Hearb-wives, Fishwives, & such scolding sinners  
To Cutlers, Parrators, to Posts, to judges,  
To Druggist's, Felmougers, and to toiling Drudges,  
To Hatters, Poulterers, Conjurers, and Farmees,  
To Priests, Clerks, Sextanes, Sorcerers, & Charmers,  
To Bowyers, Chandler's, and Astronomers,  
To Gulls, to Gallants, and Embroiderers,  
To Basket-makers, Milkmaids, jewellers,  
To Comfit-maker's, and Solicitors,  
To Yeomen, Ostlers, and to Vnder-shrieves,  
To Millainers, to Chamberlains, and Thiefs,  
To Cappers, Falconers, Ploughmen, Haberdashers,  
To Cooper's, Weavers, Scullions, Cobblers, Trashers,  
To Huntsmen, Gunners, gravers, Rhethoricians,  
To Coachmen, Tuckers, Potters, and Musicians,  
To Reaper's, Spinners, Carvers, and Suruayors,  
To Orators, to Carriers, and Puruayors,  
To Clothiers, to Logicians, Mowers, Sheermen,  
To Clockemakers, Collectors, Miners, Carmen,  
Tobacco-sellers, Netmakers Men, Boys,  
To Sharks, Stales, Nims, Lifts, Foists, Cheats, Stands, Decoys  
T' a Cutpurse, and a Pocket picking Hound,  
To as mad Rogues as ever trod on ground.  
To married men, to Bachelors, to Lads,  
To sober fellows, and to drunken Swads,  
To Maids, to Wives, to Widows, & Whores,  
To liberal minds, and hungry hidebound Boors,  
To Midwives, Chimney-sweepers, Beadles, Nurses,  
To Seampsters, Laundresses, and Gossips purses,  
To Drummers, Draimen, Pirates, Drawers, Glover's,  
To trumpets, Whitsters, Ratcatchers, and Drovers,  
To Hangmen, Sidemen, to Churchwardens, Criers,  
To Flutes, Horse-coursers, Sellers, and to Buyers,  
To Prisoners, to Night-farmers & to Broom-men,  
To all estates of foreigners and Freemen:  
I could name more, if so my Muse did please,  
Of Mouse Traps, and tormentors to kill Fleas:  
For Ballads, Table-books, and Connyskins,  
For ends of Gold and Silver, Points and Pins:  
For Knights, and Madams made of Gingerbread,  
And many a stolen and musty maidenhead.  
These Masters have I served, and thousands more  
Of all degrees and Trades, on seas and shore.  
And amongst all the places that I had,  
Whereas I found one good, I got ten bad;  
If I did serve a poor man but one day,  
I five year (for it) with the rich would stay.  
I have been Twelvepences seventy odd long year,  
And to the world I'll make it plain appear, 
* Hear are a strange gallymawsrey of Twelvepences Masters, honest men & Knaves like herbs & weeds in a Hotchpotch.   
That where I had one Master loved the poor,  
I had ten Drunkards, that did love a Whore,  
For each hour's service good men had of me,  
To my great grief I served bad people three.  
I wear the King's badge, yet fly from the King,  
And to a Miser's Chest I profit bring.  
The words I have be Latin, which implies,  
That I should wait upon the learned and wise,  
But for one Scholar, that can understand,  
I have served twenty Artless fools command.  
My service to the Poets hath been evil,  
I ran more swift from them, then from the Devil,  
I know not well the cause, but they and I  
Together long could ne'er keep company.  
I have a true excuse that will defend me,  
They 
* Poets and money are in emulation.  love me not, which makes 'em quickly spend me.  
But there's no great love lost 'twixt them and me,  
We keep asunder, and so best agree.  
They that do love me best, beyond 
* Our English Coin is well be loved beyond the Seas.  Sea dwell,  
For there I am like to a soul in hell,  
From whence there's no returning, and so I  
In the Low Countries or in Germany,  
If they do get me once upon their shore,  
'Tis ten to one I ne'er see England more.  
I have served Cutpurses, and highway Fellows,  
And have brought ten thousand to the Gallows,  
Were he the arrantst Thief that euer' twanged,  
For my love he would venture to be hanged.  
Some Seriveners, & some Post Knights (it appears)  
To loving me too much, have lost their ears,  
There's many a renerend Bawd road in a Cart,  
For bearing unto me a loving heart,  
There's many a swee-faced Punk hath been perplexed,  
Whipped, & behind her 
* When a Whore is whipped, she is vexed behind her back.  back, much grieved & vexed,  
Some of my Masters, would take pains to have me,  
And like to Barbers, wash, clip poll, and shave me,  
In this I only differ from a Whore,  
We both have wicked followers great store;  
The whore they may kiss, clip and college, and strip,  
Me they may safely kiss, but never clip.  
And now and then, like imitating Apes,  
With Brass, Tin, Iron, they sergeant my shapes.  
They loved me more than honesty requires,  
But commonly the Hangmrn pays their hires.  
Thus though I be but of a small account,  
I have had power to make my Master mount,  
And some again (by their own had endeavour)  
I have had power to sink them down for ever.  
To some I am (in coming) slow as lead,  
But quick as Quicksilver, again soon stead.  
Suppose that any mischief that could be,  
Had lately been by th'only means of me,  
As casting good men into great distress,  
T'undo the Widow and the Fatherless,  
A long delayed suit, longer to prolong,  
Or hanged a guiltless man, that did no wrong:  
Corrupted a chaste Maid, enticed a Wife  
To folly, and to loathe her Husband's life.  
If I had been the means to work all this,  
Or ten times more such actions of amiss,  
Yet do I look as white as Innocence,  
And never blush, at the most vile offence.  
Nay more, there's none will (for my faults refrain me,)  
But every one will straightway entertain me.  
If treason (through my means) be thought or wrought,  
I never am unto my trial brought:  
For I have had the trial touch before,  
And am so known, I shall be tried no more.  
For though I be in ill, chief foremost Actor,  
No man suspects me for a malefactor,  
And if there be one man that will reveal me,  
There are at least ten thousand will conceal me.  
Indeed I was a Pagan 
* Silver first sound amongst Pagans and Heathen.  borne at first,  
And since in Christendom I have been nursed,  
So they might have me to increase their pelf,  
Many are turned worse Pagans then myself.  
For I no God or deity did know,  
To whom I should my love and service show:  
But they forsake their God, whom they know well,  
And make a God of me, and Infidel.  
So, though I be but of a Heathen state,  
I am no base Apostate, Reprobate.  
Look on the herbs, the flowrs, the fruits, the trees,  
Fowls of the air, the painful labouring Bees,  
And ask their Owners why they breed and spring,  
His answer is, they must him money bring.  
Note but the toiling Ploughman, he is sowing,  
He's hedging, ditching, taking, reaping, mowing,  
Goes to bed late, and rises before day,  
And all to have my company, he'll say.  
For me with dagled Gowns, and dirty hammed  
The Hall at Westminster, i'th' Term is crammed,  
Such writing, running, sweeting, interceding,  
Removing Causes, Pleading, Counterpleading,  
Ask the cause why, the answer true will be,  

* All men labour for money, but not with a like devotion.  Their wrangling and their strife is all for me.  
Look in the Town, how folks throng to & fro,  
So thick, one cannot for another go,  
And how the Shops with Wares are furnished out:  
How every one stairs, pries, and gapes about.  
Demand the reason, all will answer make,  
They watch, & wait, cause they would money take.  
I know, not why my reputation's such,  
But still my credit hath been wondrous much,  
I am more willing taken, now and then  
Then a sealed Bond of any 
* Ready money is as good as any man's bond.  Aldermen,  
For by long proof, the Proverb true doth say,  
That ready money ever will away.  
I am no worse than I have been of old,  
When thrice my worth, for me was bought & sold,  
For I could once have paid a quarters rend  
For a small Garden, and a Tenement,  
And that (for me) of Barley, Wheat or Rye,  
Three times as much as now a man might buy:  
The cause why now I not so much attain,  
Is (that I am not lighter half a grain)  
But that through greediness, and hateful pride,  
I still am ill employed, and worse applied:  
For though the world be in a totr'ring state,  

* A Shilling is a constant Twelvepences.  Yet am I constant always at one rate,  
Let house, land, clothes, food, high or lower rise,  
I am in value, always at one site,  
Raise the price up, or let it fall down low,  
A shilling is but Twelve pence, all men know,  
I am the same I was, 'tis only men  
Have lost the consciences they harboured then.  
I might (as they might use me) be a blessing.  
And they make me the cause of their transgressing,  
Some to obtain me into mischief run,  
And some to spend me have destruction won:  

* Here I spci●● generally of money.  There's many a Master, where I used to dwell,  
That took delight (with me) to purchase hell.  
And all the vicious ways they ran a side,  
They made the Devil and me, their only guide;  
(Perhaps) their Fathers went to hell to have me,  
And their mad heirs run the same way to leave ●●  
The whilst a hare-brained needy crew beset me,  
And gallop to the Devil amain, to get me.  
Thus vilely, how to get, and keep, and spend me,  
Three quarters of the world do still attend me.  
I have made Marriages in many a place,  
Where hath been neither beauty, wit, or grace,  
All's one for that, I am of that high price,  
I can make vice seem virtue, virtue vice.  
I am of that great power, and high command,  
In joining house to house, and land to land:  
That where one hath a dwelling to abide,  
One hundred knows not where their heads to hide●  
And as one may three hundred tenants have,  
Five hundred know not where to have a grave.  
Far though from Earth man hath original,  
And to the Earth, from whence he came dothfall,  
Though he be Earth, & can claim nought but earth  
(As the frail portion due unto his birth)  
Yet many thousands that the earth doth breed.  
Have no place (certain) where to lodge or feed:  
In which respect men's pleasures are behind  
The Birds, and Beasts, for they contentment find  
With the provision dame Nature gives,  
Free (wiout money) every Creature life's.  
Their food, attire, their Caves, dens, holes, & rests,  
They have and held, as their own interests.  
And man, that hath a reasonable soul,  
whose reason countermands each beast and fowl,  
Within whose face, a Majesty is seated,  
Beyond all Creatures that were e'er created;  
Yet let him but want money, and 'tis plain,  
It's th'only brief and abstract of disdain,  
Despised, scorned, dejected, and contemned,  
And roundabout with miseries behemed.  
Search all the world's Records from age, to age,  
And view Times variable Pilgrimage:  
Note that though Fortune (in her totr'ring guise)  
Hath played at Football with great Monarchies,  
Yet shall you find how ever States have varied,  
However things were carried or miscarried,  
That money still bare the commanding sway,  
To whom both right and wrong, and all obey.  
Should all the Witches in the whole world sit  
In Counsel, and employ their damned wit,  
And have the aids of all the fiends of hell,  
With many a mumbling Necromantic spell,  
And all this toil and pains of their should be,  
To bring Pecunia into infamy,  
To cast my Lady Argent in disgrace,  
And make some other thing supply her place:  
The fruits of all their labours they should find,  
Would be like throwing feathers against the wind:  
For in man's heart 'tis rooted with such love,  
That nothing else but Death can it remove.  
And many humane reasons do approve it,  
That above all things earthly he should love it,  
Dost thou want honour, money straight will buy it.  
Although ten thousand needy Slaves envy it.  
Wouldst thou an o●lice thy estate to rear,  
Money will help thee to't man, never fear:  
Dost want wit how to guide and govern it?  
If thou hast money thou canst want no wit.  
Art thou a damned Matchivillian,  
Thy money makes thee held an honest man.  
Hast thou a scurvy face, take this of me,  
If thou hast money, 'tis not seen in thee.  
Wouldst have a Whore, a coach, smoke, drink, or dice?  
Money will bring thee all at any price.  
Woul'dst have all pleasures in variety,  
Money will thy insatiate wants supply:  
Then seeting money can do what it will,  
Have not men reason to regard it still?  
Some things there are that money cannot win,  
But they are things men take small pleasure in  
As Heaven, and a good Conscience, Virtue, Grace,  
He that love's Money, cannot these embrace.  
For he whose heart to Money, is inclined,  
Of things Celestial hath but little mind.  
If Money were a woman, I do see,  
Her case most pity pitiful would be,  
Because I think she would ●●●●●●● have,  
Except a Go●ty miserable Knave:  
One that all night would by her lie and Groan,  
Gripped with the Co●●icke, or tormenting Stone,  
With stinking coughing gruting, spitting, spauling,  
And nothing ●ut Contagy us Caterwauling.  
Besides he'd be so jealous day and night,  
He would not suffer her go out of sight:  
That sure I think her Case fare worry would be,  
Then is the Turkish Galley slavery.  
For none but such as those whom Age hath got,  
Are in the Love of Money extreme hot.  
And when as Hearing, Sent, and Teste, and sight,  
Are gone, yet Feeling Money's their delight.  
The whilst a Youngman, full of strength and pride,  
Would make her go by water, Run and Ride,  
Force in all things to supply his need,  
For Recreation, or to Cloth and Feed,  
Compel her to maintain him fine and brave.  
And in a word make her his Drudge or Slave,  
And all his Love to her would be ●ose,  
For he'd but ki●e her, and so let her go.  
Thus if It were a Woman as I say,  
Her Case were lamentable every way:  
For Old men 
* Old m●n love money vi●●.  within Doors would ever worr'y her,  
And young men round about the world would hurry her.  
That were she matched with either young or old,  
Her miseries would still be manifold.  
But this Commanding bright Imperious Dame,  
Used well or ill, she's evermore the same:  
Lock her, or Let her lose, the cares not which,  
She still hath power the whole world to bewitch.  
I call to mind, I heard my Twelvepences say,  
That he hath ●●● at Christmas been at play:  
At Court, at th' Inns of Court, and every where  
Throughout the Kingdom, being fare and near.  
At Passage, and at 
* Strange alteration  Mumchance, at In and in,  
Where Swearing hath been counted for no Sin,  
Where Fullam high and Low-men bore great sway,  
With the quick help of a ●●ard Cater ●rey.  
My s●illing said such swaggering there would be  
Among the wrangling Knaves for me (quoth he)  
Such shoving, ●●●● dring, thrusting, thronging, setting,  
Such striving, crowding, justling and such betting,  
Such storming, fretting, fuming, chase sweeting,  
Refuse, renounce me, ●●●ne me, swearing, cheating,  
So many heavy curses, plagues and pox,  
Where all are losers but the Butler's boxes:  
That ●●re in hell the D●●●●● are in fear.  
To curse and to blaspheme● as they. ●●● there  
Whilst without each of ●●●●● offence,  
They abuse th' 〈…〉,  
And this wicked ●●● that they do make,  
Is me from one another h●●● to rake. 
* And twenty games more  
* ●●●●●●●●●   
That though I were a Pagan borne, I see  
They make themselves much worse to pocket me.  

* My shilling is no Putitan for all this.  These Gamesters make this time a time of mirth,  
In memory of their blessed Saviour's birth:  
Whose dear remembrance, they do annually  
Observe with extreme edious gluttony,  
With gurmandizing beastly belly filling,  
With swinish drinking, and with drunken swilling,  
With ribald Songs, jigs, Tales, & gaudy clothes,  
With bitter cursings, and most fearful oaths,  
That sure my shilling saith, the 
* I speak not against honest mirth, friendly Gaming, nor good cheer, but against the unlawful use of these Recreations, and abuse of God.  Heathen will  
Not entertain the Devil half so ill;  
But worship Satan in more kind behaviour,  
Then some professed Christians do their Saviour.  
In Saturn's reign when money was unfound,  
Then was that age with peace and plenty crowned,  
Then mine was thine,: Thine mine, and all our lives,  
All things in common were, except our wives.  
But now the case is altered (as they say)  
Quite topsy-turvy the contrary way:  
For now men's wealth is privately kept close,  
The whilst their wives are commonly let lose.  
For he whom love of money doth besot,  
For's own soul, or's wives body, much cares not.  
It bewitched Achan at the siege of Ai,  
For which the Israelites did lose the day:  
It made Gebezi false in his affairs,  
And gained the Leprosy for him, and's heirs,  
It with th' Apostle judas bore such sway,  
That it made him the Lord of life betray;  
And 
* joshua 7.  Ananias and his wretched wife,  
By sudden death it made them lose their life;  
And Divine stories, and profane, recite  
Examples of such matters infinite,  

* 2 Kings 5.  'Tis said in salomon's Dominions,  
That Silver was as plenty as the Stones:  
But sure the sin of Coverise was not  
Amongst them either borne, or scarce begot.  
For all that Silver, and a great deal more,  
Raked and Ripped from the Europian shore,  
From Asia, and Sun-parched Africa,  
And from the womb of vast America,  

* Acts 5.  From which last place the Potent King of Spain,  
Eleven millions in one year did gain,  
And from Pottozy Mines he daily had  
Three hundred thirty thousand Rials made.  
To speak what mighty sums King David won,  
And left them unto Solomon his Son,  

* 1 Kings 10. 27.  Of Gold one hundred thousand Talents fine,  
Silver one Thousand and thousand, from the Mine,  
Besides from Ophir he had at the least,  
Three thousand Golden talents of the best.  

* Purchas.  josephus doth of David's Tomb thus write,  
How th'hidden Treasure there was infinite,  
The Basins, Candlesticks, and Censors all,  
Lamps, Organs, Instruments most musical,  
Ports, Altar, Tables, Hinges the Gates to hold,  
They were all made of pure Refined Gold.  
Besides six hundred Shields and Targets more,  
The King caused all with Gold be plated o'er.  
Besides the Richnes' of his Royal Throne,  
The like whereof elsewhere 
* 1 Chro. 22. A Talon of Gold is in value 600. Crowns.  was never none.  
When the Great Macedonian did subdue  
Darius, 
* joseph in the seventh Book of his Antiquities  and his hapless Persian Crew,  
'Tis said his Treasure did so much abound,  
Twenty nine thousand Talents there was found.  
And more he saith (if we may credit this)  
How that in Susa and 
* And more the Captains 5000. Talents, and 10000, pieces of Gold, and 10000 Talents of Silver, besides Brass ●● Iron.  Persepolis,  
They found, of Silver to increase their store,  
One hundred seventy thousand Talents more.  
When Cyrus Conquered Croesus 
* Quintus Curtius.  Croesus lost  
Three hundred millions of good Gold almost,  
'Tis writ that Midas 
* Two Cities in Persia.  Treasure so amounted  
Innumerable, not be Accounted.  
Sardanapalus an Assyrian 
* A●●● 60. millions of Crowns.  King,  
Near eight score millions to the fire did bring.  
Where fifteen days did burn his house, & pelf,  
His whores, & (amongst the rest) his wretched self.  
And Plutarch saith, Mark 
* A King of Phrigia.  Anthony spent clear  
Of Gold, full six score millions in one year.  
What should I speak of Cleopatra's Treasures,  
Or wealth, or Triumphs of the Roman Caesars?  
Or what they were whose riches have been such?  
Or who they are that now possess too much?  
But here's the question, seeing times of old  
Did yield such store of silver and of gold,  
And seeing daily more and more is found,  
Digged in abundance from the solid ground,  
I muse which way the Devil all is gone,  
That I, and thousand thousands can have none.  
I know myself as able to abuse it,  
As any man that knows well how to use it,  
But sure I never should my Master make it,  
But as my servant take it, and forsake it.  
I have described in particular  
What Twelvepences is, how it hath travelled far:  
How to all ages, Sexes, Trades and Arts,  
It comes and goes, it tarries and departs:  

* A mon̄● centious Prince.  
* Of Crowns, which was much of it is Soldier's pay   
I could tell further how it doth command,  
In 
* A shilling is a Press master.  pressing men to serve by sea or land,  
How Bakers thirteen penny loaves do give  
●ll for a shilling, and thrive well and live,  
How it a pottle of good Clarrct buys,  
How 'tis a quart of rich Canarics prize,  
How for a thousand things 'tis daily ranging,  
And is so round a sum, it needs no changing,  
How up and down the world he still doth fi●rit,  
And takes no more rest than an eyrie spirit.  
Then at the last my Muse to mind doth call,  
The mighty power of money in general,  
And how all ages still have had good store,  
Musing the cause myself can have no more.  
And 
* A requst to Money.  Money having writ all this for thee,  
Show not thyself ingrateful unto me:  
But as I know thou canst, so prithee grant  
That when I want, thou wilt supply my want,  
Reward thy Poet, that doth set thee forth,  
I'll love thee still, according to thy worth.     
FINIS.   


TO THE RIGHT WORSHIPFUL AND TRVELY GENEROUS SIR JOHN FEARNE KNIGHT.  
Noble Sir,  
THe world sufficiently knows that you know what Ships and shipping are, that you have ploughed the dangerous Ocean, and furrowed over the ragged bosom of Neptune: yet nevertheless I know that you have taken notice of my old and weather-beaten Land-navy, being built without either timber or iron, rigged nithcut ropes or cordage, whose Ordnance are discharged without match or powder, whose victuals are neither bread, drink, fish, flesh, or good Ked●erring, whose voyages are not performed with wind and water, yet ever in action like aterpetual motton; ●● when you shall please to favour me so much as to peruse and survey my strange Fleet or Armado, you ●ill then per ceive that yourself hath sailed in (or at the least) boarded most of my Ships of note: for you are ●ell acquainted with the Lordship, you are a friend to the Scholarship, you have laid the Ladiship ●boord, you have entered the Apprenticeship, you are well known in the Courtship, you have sailed in the Good-fellowship, you love the Friendship, you affect the Fellowship, you know the Footmanship, you are killed in the Horsemanship, you have surprised and taken the● Worship, and you know●, that belongs to the Woodmanship, the Wardship, and Stewardship; I doe for some, reasons not meddle with all, and I ●●inke you have seldom or never had any dealings with them: the sum of all is, I must ●●●●; desire your Worships parden, for my alrupt Dedication, assuring you that it was only my love and ●●● that put me on, without any expectance of I aronage, protection or reward: and with my best wishes for they perpetuity of your resent and ever future felicity, I rest,  
Your Worships to command whilst I have being, JOHN TAYLOR.   

AN ARMADA, OR NAVY OF SHIPS AND OTHER VESSELS, WHO HAVE THE ART TO SAIL BY LAND, AS WELL AS BY SEA.  

THE NAMES OF THE SHIPS, WITH THE NUMBER OF THE SQVADRONS.  
1 The Lordship, whose Squadron were of Ships and other Vessels, twelve in all.  
2 The Scholarship, with ten others in all.  
3 The Ladyship, with twelve others.  
4 The Good-fellowship, with twelve others.  
5 The Apprentice-SHIP, with four others.  
6 The Courtship, with eleven others.  
7 The Friendship, with four others.  
8 The Fellowship, with five others.  
9 The Footman-SHIP, with five others.  
10 The Horsemanship, with four others.  
11 The Surety-SHIP, with seven others.  
12 The Wor-SHIP, with three others.  
13 The Wood man-SHIP, with seven other.   
Besides there were seven other needless Ships, which were in the natures of Voluntaries, or hangers on upon the Navy, as namely, The Mary Carry-knave, The Knaves-encrease, The Superfluous, The Careless, The Idle, The Coxcomb● The Braggart. And what man soever he be, that hath, or doth not sail in some one Ship of this my Fleet, Let him come to me, and I will Ship him, and allow him double wages.   

THE DESCRIPTION HOW THE WHOLE NAVY IS VICTVALLED WITH THIRTY TWO SORTS OF LING, BESIDES OTHER NECESSARIES.  
FIrst, thirty thousand couple of Change-LING, apppointed only for the diet of such fellows who had honest parents, and are themselves changed into very Rascals. Secondly, Dar-LING, this fish was dearer then fresh Salmon, (for it was consecrated to the Goddess Venus) it was of that high price that some men have consumed their whole lordships, Manners and credit, in two or three queres only in this kind of diet, therefore it is not a dish for every man's tooth: for none but ●●aue Sparks, rich heirs, Clarissimoes and Magnificoes, would go to the cost of it.  
Thirdly, Shave-ling, which was only for the diet of Priests, Monks, and Friars.  
Fourthly, Fondling, this fish was Cockneys, and other pretty youths, over whom their Parents were so tender, that a man might perceive by their manners, they had been better fed then taught.  
Fiftly, Tippling, a dish for all men.  
Sixthly, Underling, this fish was shipped for witty younger brothers, poor Scholar's that have neither friends nor money.  
Seventhly, Starveling, this Ling was only for the bark beggarly, which was maned with old discharged Servingmen, and may●ned cassiered Soldiers, and Mariners.  
Eightly, Strip-LING, provided for Pages, ●●ackeyes, and Footboys.  
Ninthly, Foo-LING, a dish for every man's ●●yet.  
Tenthly, Sward-LING, against stomach, but yet a dish of good use.  
Eleventh, Grumb-LING, a discontented kind of fish for the poorer sort of people to chaw upon: for when they do think themselves wronged by their Superiors, and dare not utter their minds openly, than they seed upon Grumb-LING.  
Twelfth, Wrang-LING, this Ling was faulted by sixteen Pettifoggers, in a long troublesome Term: it is held to be a lasting dish, and will serve the whole Fleet with their posterities, to the second and third generation.  
Thirteen, Troub-LING, was provided by certain double diligent Constables, to the molestation of their sleepy watch, and the charge of many a man that would quietly have gone to their lodging.  
Fourteen, Prowe-LING, is a plentiful fish, upon which many thousands do live, but by using it too much, it chokes a great number: and as fishermen do bait their hooks with one fish to catch other, so is this Ling (for the most part) taken with three other sorts of Ling, as with juggling, Brabbling, until by hook or by crook it is taken with Ang-LING, I have seen many of these ProwLING fishermen end their lives like Swaus (in a manner singing) and sometimes making their wills at Wapping, or looking thorough a hempen window at St. Thomas Water, or the three legged instrument near Paddington. There were many other sorts of Ling sent to the Navy, which (to avoid prolixity) I will but name, as Quarrell-LING, was for the diet of some of the Noble Science, some for Roaring boys, and Rough-hewd Tittery tues.  
The nineteenth sort of Lingwas FnmbLING, which is for their diets who have been long married and can get no children.  
The twentieth, was Ming-LING, which was for Wine-merchants, Vintners, Brewers, and Apothecaries. jumb-ling, and TumbLING, for the keepers and Cupidian haunters of vaulting houses. Fid-LING, Fuddling, and Stumb-LING, from the Schools of Dancing, and Drinking.  
The twenty sixth sort of Ling was BungLING, which was the fare of Quack saluers, Mountebanks, Ratcatching Watercasters, and also for all botching Artificers and cobbling Tradesmen. Mumb-LING was for those that had no need of the Tooth-drawer. StetLING money was at such a Scant-LING, that scarcely it was for any honest man's HandLING.  
The thirty one sort of Ling was Pole-LING, (I do not mean a Pole of LING;) nor Barbers Pole-LING, which is an universal dish, it needs no mustard, for many a Commonwealth finds it tar enough without sauce, yet many men have run in and out of great Estates by this only fish: it serves for the diet of Proiectmongers, Monopolitanians and diligent suit-joggers.  
The last Ling was Pill-LING, which is much of the nature of Pole-LING, and so with Pole-LING and Pill-LING, I conclude my thirty two sorts of LING.  
For other sorts of fish they had carp enough for a word speaking, great store of Codsheads, Sharks more than a good many; plenty of Dogfish, and Poor-iohns' in great abundance.  
For flesh it was so plentiful, that he that loved Beef might have every day a stone (if he had a stomach to eat it:) their Mutton was neither Ewenor Lamb, but to my knowledge they wanted no Wether: They had also good store of Venison, but it was Rascal Dear, or Dear Rascals with some Fawns; they had likewise store of fowl, as Gull, Goose, Widgeon, Woodcock, Buzzard, Owls, Cormorants, Quails, Rails, Cuckoo's, Wagtails, Ringtailes, and Birtoures. Their fruit was Meddlers, and Wildings, and instead of a Flawne or a Custard, they were glad sometimes to dine and to sup with Foole.  
For preservation of their healths, they have neither Mithridate, or any other Drugge: for one Doctor Scowregut (who married with ●●●●● rinse, the only Daughter to Sir reverence Sti●●● stink, of Hole-haven in the County of R●●● million Glisterpipe-maker) was the Physicians to the whole Navy, who did compound a preservative of powdered Coxcombs with A●●●● milk, which did very well agree with their.  
Their Bread and Drink I had almost forgotten; indeed it was not Ruske as the Spaniards use, or Oaten-Cakes, or Bannacks, as in Nor●● Britain, nor Biscuit as Englishmen eat; but it was a Bread which they called Cheat-bread, and a mad fellow told me, it was so called, because the Baker was never like to be paid for it. Their Drink was brewed with a malt, mai●● only with Wild-cats, but instead of Hops, there was s●ore of Rue, with a little Heart's ease. An●●● thus were they victualled: Now I proceed to the description of the Navy.   

Why these Ships are called SHIPS.  
I Have little to say to the Reader because I neither know him nor his conditions, therefore to avoid lying and flattery, in putting the styles of Christian. Gentle, Courteous, friendly, learned or honest upon the Atheist, barbarous, hateful, Ignorant, or dishonest; the Reader gets no Epistle ●●● all of me: if he be good and well inclined, it is the better for himself; and if otherwise, it shall not be much the worse for me, there's the point. Now the reasons why all these words, or names of my Moral Navy are called SHIPS, or do end with the word or syllable SHIP, as LordSHIP, Ladyship, Friendship, and the like &c: The reasons I take to be these which followeth, and as I imagine most significate; first the whole life of man is a SHIP under sail: for, be it either day or night, storm or calm, light or dark, hot or cold, Winter or Summer, yet the SHIP is in her course, ever going in her voyage: so likewise Man, let him go, sit, stand, ride, run, work, play, sleep or wake, yet he is still going onward in his mortal passage. A SHIP is ever in need of repairing, so is a man either in body, mind, or goods. A Ship is ever unsteady; a Man is always mutable: some SHIPS are hard to be steered; some men are harder to be guided. Some Ships bear so great a sail that they bear their masts by the Board and make all split again: some Men do spread such a Clue in a claim, that a sudden storm half sinks them and tears all. Some SHIPS are so favoured by the wind, that they make rich voyages and quick returns; some men are so fortunate, that wealth and promotions do fall in their mouths. Some SHIPS run through many a storm with much danger, and yet are so unlucky, that they never make a good voyage; some Men (being borne under a threepeny planet) can neither by pains, watching, labour or any industry be worth a groat. Some SHIPS by being overladen have been cast away; some men by taking in too much have been forced to cast all away. SHIPS do wallow, and heave, and set upon the Sea; Men do stumble, reel and stagger on the land. Some Ships have their cracks and imperfections gaily hid with painting; some men have heir bad intents coloured over with hypocrisy, and their diseased carcases covered with good clothes. Some SHIPS do bring profitable commodities, and some bring babbles, toys and trifles; some Men do enrich a Kingdom with their Wisdom, authority, and practice in virtue: and some men do disgrace and impoverish a Monarchy by folly, ill employed power, and sottishness in vanity. Some SHIPS will run to leeward extremely if the wind be scant, some again will bravely bear it out to windward and weather it; so some Men will shrink from their friends or from themselves, in a storm, or trouble, or poverty; and some few again will bear up stiff, constantly, contemning and opposing he brunts of Fortune. Some SHIPS are taken by others and made prizes; some Men are captived by others and made slaves. Some SHIPS are commended more for their Bulk and beauty, then for any good service; & some Men are more applauded ' for their fortunes, then for any good conditions. If I would insist longer on these comparisons, I could enlarge my Induction to the bounds of a Phamphlet: therefore I will conclude it with King salomon's similitude, Wisdom 5. cap. 10. That man's life passeth as a SHIP that passeth over the waves of the waters: therefore I wish all men to be provided as good SHIPS should be, let HOPE be their Cable, let charity and love Gard and Compass, till they come happily to the Haven of GRAVESEND, and from thence to that blessed Harbour which hath no END.   

The Lordship with her Regiment.  
THe Lordship, a very Ancient and Honourable vessel of mighty Bulk and burden, being sufficiently furnished with victuals, munition, tackling and men, was under the Command of the Noble Don Diego de fifty Cankcemuscod, who was Admiral or high Adellantado of the whole feet. The Captain of her was Signior Caco Fogo, (a Neapolitan of Civita Vecchia) a sweet affable Gentleman, yet of so dainty a disposition, and so experienced in Navigation, that he could not endure the sent of the Pump, and for the more sweet keeping of the Ship, he protested that he would have no more of those stinking Pumps to Sea with him: he came very honestly by his place, for he bought it with his money, besides the help of a Lady's letter: and to give him his due, he was well skilled in the Ass-trolobe, and could take the Elevation of the Pole, as well with a Battoon or a Broomstaff, as with any lasobs Staff in Africa. In foul weather he most constantly kept his cabin, giving himself wholly to fasting and meditation, often Casting up his acounts as near as he could, bearing himself so equally betwixt well doing and ill taking, that in all the whole voyage no man could tax him for taking any harm, or doing any good.  
The Master's name was Petrus Vainglorious, his Mate Hugo hypocrisy, men that have steered the course in the Lordship many hundred years: The Boatswain and his Mate were Scoff and Derision, with Gripe the Steward, Avarice the Purser, and Laurence Delay the Paymaster; kinsman to Tom Long the Carrier: which three last are thought to be very arrant Knaves, who have spoilt the Government of the whole Ship. In brief, the Gunner, Coockeswaine, Swabber, and Shipboys were plentifully stored with pride, flattery, and other the like Gentleman like virtues.  
The Ships that went in the same Regiment or Squadron, with the Lordship, were these that follow, namely,  

1 The Ambition,  
2 The Presumption, two stout Ships of very lofty sail and great burden.  
3 The Oppression, a Ship of account and estimation.  
4 The Costly, a ship of great charge.  
5 The Mutable, a brave Ship, but in no course steady.  
6 The Self-love, a great Ship, but of small service.  
7 The Delight, a fair ship to the eye.  
8 The Hopewell, a ship of great expectation.  
9 The Debt, a ship of great burden & much receipt.  
10 The Satisfaction, a large long ship, a very Cart, a slug and slow of sail.  
11 The Promise, a ship very unsteady, yet her sails ever full.    

The Scholarship with her Regiment.  
THis Ship is a very ancient Ship, and was built at the first, and hath been ever since repaired with infinite cost, pains and study. She hath been of that worthy estimation, that the Monarches, Kings, Princes, and Estates of the world, have made it their chiefest felicity to sail in her: all famous Divines and Philosophers have steered her, and been steered by her. Some of our greatest Mariners have been much troubled with plurifies, pluralities I would say, and some have been great merchants a Steeple fair, but it was in the old time, Si- Money, was as good as ready Money. The Arts Mathematical and metaphysical have been the rich prizes and purchases of her painful voyages: and now at this present (though the world be much altered with her) She tries her fortunes in this adventurous Navy. The Captain's name was Sapience, the Master Sxperience, his Mate Knowledge, and every other Officer correspondent, being munitioned and victualled for the enterprise she set sail, with her squadron or Regiment of Ships here under named.  

1 The Serious, a ship laden with Gravity.  
2 The Foresight, a ship worthy of much regard.  
3 The Desert a ship of great service and small payment.  
4 The Industrious, a good profitable ship.   
Then there attend her five small Pinnaces and Frigates, namely, the Dogmatest, the Captious, the Prejudicate, the Carper, and the critic. These five were maned with young Bachelors of Art, Puny Inns of Courtmen, and humorous Poets, who with their continual cudgelling one another with broken verses, had almost beaten Priscian's brains out.   

The Ladyship with her Regiment.  
THis Ladyship was a very comely Ship to the eye, set out with most excessive and superfluous cost, she was most richly adorned and beautified with Flags, Streamers, Pennons, and Wastcloaths: there was more time spent in rigging of her, then in all the rest of the Fleet one after another: her cordage and tackling was of fine silver twist, only her En●●ing rope was pure gold: her sails were silk, of all the colours in the Rainbow: her Masts and yards were strong and serviceable: her Guyse, Bolins, Sheats, Tacks, Braces, eyes, and ●●●●● were all very costly: her Gaskets, Martlines, Cables hawsers, Fish and Cattrope, Boyghroape, and Boaterope, Boltrope and Toprope, the Guestrope, Bucketrope, and Forterope, Shrouds, Lanyards, Ratlings, Halliers, Ropeyarns, founding Lines, were all of rare stuffs of great price and small profit; and contrary to any other ship, she had neither Forestay or Backstay, for the wind lay in her will, and if she pleased to sail any whither, there was no command had power to stop her, or Cable and Ankers strength to hold her. In a word, she was a fine timbered vessell, and had the virtue to sail without any Compass, and indeed she was altogether for fair weather, for if it stormed, reigned, or blewe, or Sun-shinde too hot, she would lie at Anchor, and keep her harbour a month together, so that neither force or fair means could ever unmove her.  
Her Ordnance or Artillery were in her chase or head, and her powder and munition were in her Stern or Poope, she is somewhat tickle in steerage, but in sight she is sufficient to sink or blow up, as many as dare Board or Grapple with her. She was laden out with poor beggarly Commodities, as Led, Tin, Leather, Tallow, Corn, and Broadcloth, but she came richly fraughted home with Apes, Monkeys, Mirkins, Marmosets, Spanish Potatoes, Ostriches feathers, Island Dogs, St. Martin's Beads and Bracelets, Cobweb-lawn, Tiffanies, dainty dun Popingay green Parrots, and Parakitoes. The Master's name was Vantty, who had the chief command and guide of the Ship and Regiment, who in steering of his course, was neither miserable or liberal, but altogether a most worthy, worthless, careful, negligent, prodigal.  
The other ships and Vessels that were in her Regiment under her command, were named as followeth.  

1 The Dainly, a ship purposely built for the carriage of such things as were fare fetched and dear bought, and by consequence proverbially good for Ladies.  
2 The Pride, an intolerable gaudy vessel, of an exceeding losty sail, with top and top gallant.  
3 The Coy, a little Frigate, of small, service.  
4 The Disdain, a great ship of much use, but of very strange course or steerage.  
5 The Nice, a Frigate that carried the sweet meats or confectionary.  
6 The Fashion, a Gallysoist, only for the service of the wardrobe.  
7 The Babble, a small Frigate only for pleasure.  
8 The Toy, a Pinnace, that was appointed to attend and follow the Fashion.  
9 The wanton, a Catch.  
10 The Gengawe, a Hoygh.  
11 The Whim●rham, a Drumler.   
All these three were of most especial use and service for the Ladyship, whose chief charge and employment was to wear, eat, and drink the best, and withal not to pester, wrong or oppress the fleet ●●●●● good examples, or directions.   

The Good fellowship with her Regiment.  
THis Ship is very old, and much out of reparations: She hath been of such use and employment, that she hath sailed into all Countries of the inhabitable world; she only is the greatest traveller, for there is not a Haven or harbour under the Sun, but she hath cast Anchor in it. Wine Merchants, Vintners, Brewers, and Victuallers, have thrust themselves into the whole Lordships, by the often returns, lading and unlading of this ship; yet now she is so weatherbeaten, with the storms of time, and so windshaken with too much use, that through want she is not able to bear half the sail which she formerly hath done.  
In the golden age, when Saturn reigned, (long before the two wrangling words Thine and Atine, had set the world together by the ears) then was the Good fellowship in such request, that all Estates & conditions failed in her, than her voyages and quick returns (her lading being for the most part hearty love, and true affection) did maintain and keep such unity, that whosoever was not a Mariner or Sailor in her, was esteemed as a branded stigmatised infamous person.  
But at last her Navigators began to steer another course, for some of them had learned the art of covetousness, and with a devilish kind of bawdry, called usury and extortion, made gold and silver engender and beget yearly so much, and so much the hundred, when Tailors, like so many wicked spirits, flew from one Country to another, bringing home more fashions, than would kill a hundred thousand horses; when for the maintenance of those fashions, the earth was equally shared and divided amongst the people (some all, and some not a foot) with hedges, ditches, bounds, mownds, walls, and marks, when my La●●●●●● Rusty began to take such a thrifty order, that all the meare in the kitchen should be cheaper, than the washing and painting of her Visage, (if you allow the powdering of her bought or borrowed Periwig into the bargain) when the world came to this pass, than this Good Ship, this Good-fellowship being forsaken of her Pilots, Masters, and Mariners, all her Sailors in little time declined to be no better than Swabbers, so that through want of skilful managing and reparation, and with extreme age, she is nothing so serviceable z● she hath been, yet as she is, she sets forward with her best ability in this Voyage. The Cay●●● taines name was Hercules Dumplin, a Norsol●● Gentleman, the Master Gtles Gammon, 〈…〉 borne at Rumforde, the rest of the Mariners ●● were needles to name them.  
The other Ships and vessels that were ●● the same Regiment with the Goodfellowship●● were these.  

1 The Drunken Sisse, a great ship, it is thought she was built at Middleborough; but howsoever, she hath made many voyages in to England: she is so beloved, that she need not press any man to serve in her: for all some of people do daily come aboard of her, and freely, and voluntarily offer her their best se●●uice, so that it is a wonder to see how bravety she is maned: and (many times) women d●● take their turns at helm, and steer the●● courses as well as men. She is a ship contrary to all other ships, for she rowles, reels, and tumbles, most of all when she is in a calm harbour; and the more lading she takes in, the more unsteady she is; for if the sea be as calm as a milke-pan, yet is she ever tossing, which makes her Mariners sea-sick, and subject ●●● much casting. Her Ordnance are Gallons Pottles, Quarts, Pints, and the miser's Gallon: with three hooped Pots, Cans, Goddards: in the which Artillery, almost every one hath the skill to charge and discharge maintaining the fight as long as they can either stand or understand. The Master of her is an Amsterdam'd man, his name is Cornetis van Broaken-guleh; the Master Gunner was end Denis whirlpoele, a man of Deep, with Gulf the Purser, Snallow the Boatswain, and Swili the Steward.  
2 The second ship in the Regiment with the Goodfellow- ship, was the sow of Flushing she was a vessel unseemly to the eye, but yet serviceable.  
3 The Carouse, a ship of hot service, and as the Spider sucks the sweetness of the fairest flowers, converting their juice into poison so the sailors in this ship, have taken a useto drink other men's healths, to the amplifying of their own diseases.  
4 The Quaff, a quick smart ship, much of the bulke and carriage of the Carouse.  
5 The Bissle of Breda, a small ship, yet in continual service, her worst fault is, she is so low built, that her Mariners can hardly keep themselves dry.  
6 The Sleeper of Rotterdam, a great ship, of exceeding necessary use, and much employment, She is to the whole Regiment, in nature of an Hospital or Spittle, forwhen any of them are astounded, Potshot, jug-bitten, or Cup shaken, so that they have lost all reasonable faculties of the mind, and in a manner are so mad, that they dare speak felony, whistle treason, and call any Magnifico a mongrel; in such desperate cases as this, the distracted parties are brought aboard the Sleeper, where Time like a good Cloth worker, with setting a good nap upon their threadbare eyes, their wits that were spent, and like Northern Cloth shrunk in the wetting, are speedily recovered. 
So likewise for the limbs and members of the body she is the only AEsculapian Tabernacle; and to speak the truth, St. Winifride's Well, the Bath, or the Spa, are not to be compared to this ship, for speedy ease and sure: for I have seen many that were so dimlighted, that they could not see their way at ●●oone-day, and others have been so defensive in their speech, that they could not speak one wise word; others so lame of their legs, that they could neither go or stand, and with a few hours lying aboard of this easy ship, their fights, speech, and legs, have been all recovered.   
7 The Whiff, a small Pinnace of Varina.  
8 The Puff, a Bark of Virginia.  
9 The Vapour, a Frigate of Trinidado.  
10 The Snusse, a Carvel of Barmoudoes.  
11 The Bark-beggerly, before mentioned, maned with old cashiered Soldiers, Mariners, and Servingmen, negligent tradesmen, with some few Courtiers, whose diet is only Starve- Ling.    

The Apprentice-SHIP.  
THis ship is very slow of sail, so that a man may make two East India voyages, or griddle the terrestrial Globe twice about (as Sir Francis Drake did once,) before she can make a return; the Compasle whereby she shows her course, is for (the most part) in our Troynevantine Ocean, within the sound of Bow-bell; in stead of a Map or Carte, she is directed by an Indenture, whereby she hath more knowledge in the time to come, than any Witch or Conjurer; for by only looking on it, the least Ship-boy that's in her, can tell when her voyage will be done; she is a vessel that is both singular and single, for none but single persons must board her; and (to avoid double dealing) she hath banished Matrimony out of her quarters, for seven years or more; her Mariners, do (against their wills) endure much hardness, as hunger, thirst, heat, cold, watching, toil, and travel; yet many times they are allowed more Lamb and Ribroste than they would have; yet by patience and long suffering, many of them do change to be preferred: (in time) they sail in the Lordship, Courtship, Surety-ship, or some other bottom of Honour or eminency; for they claim a freedom of all Trades whatsoever, and are so mystical in their diversities of mysteries, that not one man living can describe them: yet (for the most part) weight and measure are their guide, by weight from the Scruple to the Dram, to the Tun, to the three Tons, and to the three hundred thousand millions: and by measure, from the half quarter Pint, to the whole quarter Sack; from less than the Inch to the Ell, to the Furlong, to the Firmament, and down to the bottom of the Cellar, to the Ocean and the Tailor's hell, who indeed are accounted the best bread men in the ship, and such as go through stitch with what they take in hand. There are diverse functions which never do come aboard of this ship, as Cuckolds, Wittols, and others which I could name: but to supply these wants, she is seldom unfurnished of young lying Knaves, Whores, and Thiefs, who (as the Cockle grows among the wheat) do sail in the Apprentice-SHIP, and share as much benefit as most of her labouring Matiners. She hath small attendance, for indeed she is the only bounden servant in the Navy, only there is a sluggish vessel called the Tedious, that sails with her, with four final Pinnaces, as 

1 The Lodge.  
2 The Dut.  
3 The Wash.  
4 The W●●ng.    
And sometime double, single, or no apparel is allowed to the Sailors when the voyage is ended.   

The Courtship, with her Regiment.  
Courtship, is a vessel of Royal and magnificent burden, of eminent Command, and invincible force, if she be well maned, carefully rigged, discreetly ballaced and wisely steered; she is of that impregnable strength, that neither the storms of saucy censure, the Gusts of Mallapart babbling, the flaws of Envy, the Tempests of temporizing tale bearers, or the smooth calms of Flattery, can make her sail to any other Harbour then the famous Ports and Havens of Virtue, Honour and perpetual happiness.  
But (to use Sea-tearmes and Phrases) there are a Crew of unprofitable Steale-shares, peremptory Hetshots, idle Flat-sheates, and unserviceable vessels Loose-Guise, that do attempt to board this admiredship, and so having boarded her (like Drones) they eat, and live upon the labours and deserts of the painful, industrious Mariners; these are the youth that after they have foisted themselves into some mean place of Office, though it be but a Swabber, Liar, or Liars Mate (always provided, that they have sworn themselves into good clothes) then let all their acquaintance and friends stand further off, for the esteem themselves to be no more mortal, ●● that a man had fare better speak to the Master and Owner of the ship himself, thea●● any of these Pucke-foists: yet there is gre●● show of zeal in their salutation to any ●●● they meet, for the word God save ye, it is a common as the Air with them, but in ●●● they neither mind God, nor the party they speak to, and (like an Apefor an Apple) they can kiss their paw, inviting a man to the● cabin; but whosoever takes them at their word, they hold him to want manners, and to be a fellow of no breeding. The ignorant Ass that carried the Egyptian Goddess ●●●● procession, when the more ignorant people kneeled down to adore the Goddess, the witless Ass thought it had been in reverence to him: so in like manner these upstart Ship boys, having once crept into an inferior Office in the ship, and withal being coveted with silk, and good borrowed beaten satin lined and buttered through with Plush or velvet, they arrogantly imagine, that all the reuerence or respect that men do, either for their undeserved place, or gaudy outside, ●● done to their persons; but I would have them understand, that they are honoured and worshipped, with the same devotion as the barbarous Brasilians, Americans, and Virginians d●● adore the Devil withal, which is not forth hope of any good which they expect, but for fear of the hurt which they suppose the Devil can do them. The conclusion is, that when a storm or tempest comes, the Noble, sto●● skilful Navigator stands to his tackling, and courageously applies himself either to Top and yard, Helm, and Led, from Post to stem, and from Prow to Quarter, when all the service Monsieur mushroom and his Mate can do, is either to eat, sleep, spewe, and stink and at last for some notorious or meritorious work, they are ducked from the yard and of State, into the deep sea of disgrace, and turned ashore like Cain's Imps, preferred ●● their due estates of Runagates and vagabonds.  
The Squadron of ships that went under the command of the Courtship.  

1 The Renown, a Ship of worthy port, wrength, and burden, maned with approved and experienced Soldiers, and Sailors.  
2 The Courage.  
3 The Resolution.  
4 The Foresight.  
5 The Expedition.  
6 The Loyalty. 
The Perseverance, six tall Ships of most excellent service and performance.   
7 The Compliment.  
8 The Brisk.  
9 The Strange, Three gallant Pinnaces, but of very small use, profit or service.  
10 The Oblivious, a ship of great burden and most plentifully maned, with those that had forgotten their Parents, kindred, friends, birth, estate, breeding, and indeed, such as were so far out of knowledge to know any man, that they had no acquaintance of themselves, and being mere strangers to their own qualities and conditions; and thus was the Courtship appointed and attended: such of the great Ordnance, were promises, the powder breath, and airy performance were the Shot, which by reason of the tossing of the billow, and unquiet surges of the sea, did often miss the mark.    

The Friendship  
Was a Vessel of great account and estimation, Dautd and lenathan, Damon and Pythias, Pylades and Orestes, Alexander and Lodowicke, Scipio and Lealius, did lo●ingly and unfeignedly sail in her: indeed she was ever free for all comers of what Country, exe, age, or state soever, for the word Friend imports free end, which is as much as the end and intention of Friendship is free: In these latter times, she should have gone to sea, but there were not men to be gotten to man her, ●o for a shift they were fain to furnish her with Kindred, Nunkles, and cousins, with here and there a false Brother: Herod and Pilate, went aboard this ship (with a shameful deal of love from the teeth outward) but their purpose was to destroy innocent blood. It was a merry world when Fidelity was Master of this Ship, Constancy his Mate, and Platne-dealing the Boatswain, but those worthy Mariners are dead, and an old Proverb, As sure as Check with them: in a word, the old ship is decayed and rotten, having only the bare name left, for she is so much past service, that she can hardly steer or bear sail, with an adverse contrary gale, she will fall to Leeward much abominably, yet with a prosperous and fortunate wind, she will spread all her Canvas exceeding saire, and hypocritical, and so I will describe no further, because she is grown to that cheap rate, that a man may have her at Bellingsgate for a box of the care.  
The Friendship had two very small Pinnaces in her Squadron, named, 

1 The Cog.  
2 The Forced, other attendants she had few or none, for indeed none but these two and one great ship called the Fraud, were in request.     

The Fellowship with her Regiment.  
THis Ship was in old time a Ship of unity and equality, when every man thought better of his neighbour then of himself, than the Master and his Mate (in loving sympathy) had inward fellow feeling of the griefs, pains, toils, labours, infirmities, and wants of the meanest Sailor or Ship boy; but now the case is so altered, that though we be all of one house, yet not all Fellows: and though all'in one Livery, yet (by your leave) no FellowSHIP, for by that consequence, many times the Page, the Footman the Coachman and his horses might challenge Fellowship, by their trapping and comparable Caparisons; Indeed, self-love hath bred such a disunion and disconsonance amongst men, that one thief doth disdain Fellowship with another: so that this Ship (to patch up her reputation in some poor fashion) because she will be maned and laden with none but with fellows, she caries none but Football players, and Watermen: her lading being ploughing Oxen, Coach-horses, Boots, Spurs, Shoes, Pantofles, Slippers, Galosheses, Gammashoes, Socks, Cuffs, Gloves, Gauntlets, case of Rapiers, & such things as were by Art or Nature coupled & made fellows; this ship was once of that estimation, that julius Caesar would have been content to have sailed in her, but that the great Pompey scorned any equality, and would by no means board the Fellowship with any man. In brief she is a vessel of such duplicity, that a fellow with one eye, one ear, hand, stone, leg, or foot, must not enter her, nor any Sculler, or single soald person come within the shadow of the smokes shadow of her Ordnance.  
The Ships that went in her Regiment or Squadron were these.  

1 The Distrust, a ship that sails always near the Fellowship.  
2 The Pickthank, a ship of great employment, that commonly says out of sight or hearing, her lading being for the most part, private complaints, whispering intelligences, and secret informations.  
3 The Brawl, a turbulent ship in continual action.  
4 The Snarle, a small dogged Pinnace, of more use than profit.    

The Foot-man-SHIP with her Regiment.  
THis Ship is of most ancient and greatest antiquity, for she was before any other Ship was thought on, our old father Adam sailed in her, and was the first Footman in the world. And Prince Absalon the son of David had no less than fifty of these terrestrial Amblers to pass before him: how it came to be called a Ship, I cannot relate, but by an Anagramaticall or mystical conjecture, the only trade of a Footman is running, and running away, and quite contrary to valour or manhood, he is accounted the best man amongst them, that can run fastest, and he is called and esteemed a man of good Foot-manSHIP: which word Anagramatized, is Foe to Man-SHIP, importing, that running away ●● an enemy, or foe to Manhood, valour and ●●● solution, (thus much by way of Paradox.)  
Let the wind blow where it will, yet at ●● weathers this Ship sails a Trot, her light footed, nimble-heeled Mariners (likk so many dancers) capering in the Pumps and vanities of this sinful world, sometimes a Morris●● Trenchmore of forty miles long, to the T●● of Dusty my dear, Dirty come then to me, D●● of the mire, or I wail in woe and plunge in pain all these dances have no other music, except now and then he chance to hear an oath, or ●● curse or two from the Coachman.  
The Sailors, the most part and best of these are bred in a Kingdom of much fertility and plenty, called Realdine, where, after they h●● all their youth been accustomed to we●● Brogues and Truzes, their fare being m●● times shamrookes, oaten-bread, beans and butter milk, armed upon stark naked, with ●●● Dart, or a Skein, steeled with the spirit of ●●● quabah, than they cross a ditch of eight hours sail, and land in the most flourishing Kingdom of Trtabr●e, where by their good Footman SHIP they are turned out of their habits, into jackets of good Preterpluperfect, plated with silver, or Arge●●● viwm, (for the quickness) and all to be ●● embroidered back and side, with the ●●● gold twist, and the best of the silkworm sometimes with a Court (a Coat of Guard ●● should say,) or a Coat of Regard, being well guarded, unregarded, with such as deal or feather, ribbans and points, that he seems to be a running Haberdashers shop of small wares.  
Yet are those men free from pride: for their greatest ambition is, not to ride, but ●● foot it, or else to sweep chimneys, or to turn Costermongers; this is the altitude ●●●●● Their aim, and the profundity of their selicity, nevertheless they know themselves to be great men's Trappings, courageous Torchearers, illustrious Fire-drakes, glorious and sumptuous Turmoylers, they are fare from the griping sins of Usury and Extortion, and are such Philosophical contemners of the world, that every day they tread it under their feet and trample on it; and they are such ha●rs of wickedness, that they leave it in all places where they come: they are not covetous of other men's lands, for they make all the haste they can every day to leave it behind them; they are so much to be trusted, that their words are as good as their bonds, yet in this their humility they may compare with Emperours, for they are as brave as Nero, and can drink with Tiberius: To conclude, the Foot-man-ship is maned with well breathed Mariners, who after all their long, painful, and faithful service, are shipped in the Barke●eggerly, and brought to an Anchor in the Ha●en of Cripplegate.  
There were in the Regiment with the Foot-man-Ship four small Pinnaces.  

1 The Sweat, a vessel of warn employment or hot service.  
2 The Meyle, a Frigate that will endure much soul weather.  
3 The Toil, a Bark for all weathers, Winter Summer.  
4 The Cripple, an old Drumler quite past service    

The Horseman-SIHP with her Squadron.  
Horsemanship had not so fair a beginning as Foot-man-ship, for Cain was the first vagabond and runagate in the world, was also the first that backed and mannadge a Horse (as Polidor Virgil saith,) no doubt after he had murdered his brother, seeing he could not run from the horror of his conscience, he practised Horsemanship, because perhaps he thought to ride from himself. This Ship hath more paces than Time hath; and the comparison may hold well, for in long vacations, quarter days, against payment of Bonds, absence of true friends, or protracting of Maids marriages, after the Banes have been asked, in these cases the Lawyer, the Landlord, the Usurer, the friends, and the Contracted couple, do think time to be foundered, and stark lame, or quite tired, and that his best pace is after fourteen miles in fifteen days; whilst many a poor Client, and unprovided tenant, or unfurnished debtor, or a fellow going to be hanged, they think time is all upon the spur, and that he runs at full speed a wild gallop. And as a Ship at sea sails formetimes by the wind, sometimes before the wind, sometimes with a quarter wind, sometimes with a stone sheate, and sometimes with tack hard aboard, & Bolin stertched and sheate close after, by all which winds she sails several paces: So Horsemanship hath the frot, the Amble, the Rack, the Pace, the false and wild Gailop, or the full speed, and as several vessels at sea do make a Navy, as Carracks, Argosies, Hulks, Ships, Barks, Pinnaces, Hoys, Drumlers, Frigates, Brigandines, Carvels, Catches, Galleys, Galleons; so this Horsemanship hath to attend her, her Spanish ●●●●●●, her Barbary horse, her Naples Courser, her German Steed, her Flanders Mare, her Galloway Nag, her irish Habby, her Frenchi Chevela, her Welsh Pals●ay, her English All, her Smithsield lad, and her Bartholomeus Hebby-horse; and contrary to all other Ships, which have their Bridle, Helm or Rudder in their stern or tail, the Horsemanship is altogether directed and steered by the head, whereby, for want of good managing, many times the Rider makes a headlong voyage (like a man of good forecast) over the horses head. And as Horsemen are none of the best Mariners, so Mariners are commonly the worst Horsemen, as one of them being upon a tired Hackeney once, (his companions prayed him to ride faster) ●●●●●● he was 〈…〉.  
Another mounted upon a soundred jade, that stumbled three or four times headlong, the Sailor imagined that his horse was too much jaden a head, or forward on (as the sea phrase is) and therefore to ballaste him, that he might go or sail with an even keel, he alighted & filled his Irekin sleeves full of stones, and tied them fast to his horse crupper, supposing to make his stern as deep laden as his head, to avoid stumbling.  
Indeed this Horsemanship is never unfurnished of a jades trick, or two at a pinch or time of need, (and contrary to any other ship) in the fairest weather it will heave, set, wince, kick, fling, and curvet, like a Midsummer Morris-dancer, or as if the Devil were practising a French Lavolta or Coranto: but I cannot blame them to be lusty, for they are not put to such hard allowance as many poor Seafaring Mariners are, with a snatch and away, but Horsemanship hath rack and manger, so much at command, that provender pricks them, either to Tilt or Tourney, or long, or short journey, and if good littrature may be in a horse, than I am sure many of them are so well littered, and they are so proud of it, that every morning and evening, the Groom, Hostler, or Horsekeeper, are fain to smooth, cog and Curry favour with them. It was reported lately in a Currant (for currant news) that a Troop of French Horse, did take a Flecte of Turkish Galleys, in the Adriaticke sea, near the Gulf of Venice, the news was welcome to me, though I was in some doubt of the truth of it, but after I heard that the horses were shod with very thick cork: and I am sure I have heard of many impossibilities as true as that.  
Of all living things, a Horse hath the● strangest burial being dead; for Wolves, Dogs, Swine's, Kites, Ravens, Crows, and such beast and birds, of prey and rapine, are commonly the living sepulchres of dead Horses: and now I remember that thirty years since, I read of a rich and magnificent funeral of a Horse, which was the beloved Palfrey of the famous Emperor Nero, and as near as I can, I will describe the manner of it.  
This Horse was a present sent to the Emperor from Naples to Rome, being a stately beast, in colour milk white, except here and there a sinal black spot, like a fleabiting, for which Nero caused him to be named Fleabitten Otho for the love he bore to one Otho, a parasitical Courtier, who was Emperor after him next except Gamba, In brief Nero took such a liking to the Horse, that he vowed to the immortal Gods, that if the beast died whilst he lived, he would have him buried with all solemnity and funeral Pomp, as was becoming the Horse of so great a Monarch; and as fortune would have it, within some few months, the Horse proved himself a mortal beast, yielding his breath into the air, his carcase being too compendious an abridgement or Epitotty for the magnitude or amplitude of his spirit.  
All the College of Horsleeches and Farrier's in Rome, were commanded to his emboweling, to see if in their mature wisdoms they could find by the symptoms of what disease he died, everyr man spent his judgement some said he died of a surfeit, having no measure of himself, being pampered with the delicate delights of the Court; others said, that he understood of the oath which his Master Nero had taken concerning his pompous burial and therefore for very pride he died, to make his name famous by his obsequies: but them was one old horseleech that contradicted them all, and he did affirm that he died of a heart grief and sudden melancholy, whereupon the stables-Groomes were examined, which quickly cleared all doubts.  
Truly said one of them, this skilful Gentleman hath rightly guessed, for leading Fleabitten Otho to the water, (after he had drunk a health to the Emperor) as he was coming back to the stable, two of the Senators Horses met him, taking the wall of him, not giuing him any reverence or dutiful respect, he being his Majesty's only favourite (of a Horse) for which disobedience of theirs, be presently fell sick, took his bed, made his will, and set his goods in such order, as shall be declared.  
When these news came to the Emperor he being grieved for his Horse, and offended with the two Senators, who had taught their jades no better manners, then to take the wall of his Majesty's Horse, he dismissed them from their Offices, and made two of his own stable Groomes Senatoars in their rooms, and after proceeded to the funeral of his Horse, in manner and form following.  
First, two hundred poor galled Hackneiss, and next three hundred labouring Asses, all all covered with black Cotton, going two and two, every one having two bottles of hay on their backs, the only gift of the deceased; then a hundred hunting Nags, and fifty Coache-horses, with ten Horses of State, with each two horse loaves for their diet bread. Then followed the Plebeians in mourning habit two hundred in number; next the stable-grooms, Puruayers, Clerks of the stable, Farriers, Horseleeches, and Gentlemen of the stable, three hundred.  
Then went the Saddlers, Charioteeres, Waggoners, Catters, Sumptermen, Littermen and Coachmen three hundred.  
After them Singers, Pagan Priests: Flamnines and Archflammines, seventy.  
Then the Hearse richly behung with Scutcheons, Devices, Mottoes, and Impresses.  
After them the Emperor Nero chief mourner and his Train borne up by Otho, and ●●ong sporus.  
Next went two old Asses all in black Vel●●et as mourners of State or Chevals de dueil.  
Then followed Agrippina (Nero his mother) with the fair Popeta, and the beautiful Act, ●● two of his Concubines) and after them Galba Nimphidius Vitellius, with others: it is thought that sencca sat all the while in his study, laughing at the Funeral.  
Lastly, a great troop of straggling attendants: The Hearse being set down in Campus Martius, Otho began this speech which followeth, in blank Verse.  


I Niurious death, to make an Emperor mourn  
Fleabitten Otho's timeless Exequys,  
Who might have lived, and borne great Conquerors,  
And been the father of most valiant Colts;  
Lament, ye Medes, whereon this Palfrey grazed,  
Ah I strew the streets of Rome with rotten hay (grief  
Let Pease, Beanes, Oars, and horsebread must with  
Rust Currycombs, and Saddles rend in sunder,  
Break stirrop-leathers, g●rthr and bridke, break,  
Fall rack and manger p●ank ●●li●in● wa●●,  
For you shall ne'er support 〈…〉 his weight ●egure,  
You stable Grooms, ●● combed ●●●● emp●d mane,  
And oft were graced to make up Otho's t●ine,  
Sigh, groan, and weep, and bowl and cry,  
In litter and horse dung ●●●ting●●●:  
Think how brane Otho did his ●●●● resplre,  
Who with his heels hath oft struck sparkling fire.    

Hear Nero Speaks.  
THe bravest beast that ever Emperor backed,  
I hat thumped the field of Mars with greater grace  
Then ●●egas●si caring Tritones  
About the valleys near the Muse's Hills,  
In battalle ●●●●fier than the Northern wind,  
But in a triumph stout and full of seat,  
Listing his hooses, as if he learned the ground.  
And meant to make the mayre support port his weight.  
As mannerly and moderate at his meat  
As is a Bridegroom on his wedding day,  
For never would he touch a lock of hay,  
Or smell unto a heap of provender  
Vn till be heard anoyse of Trumpets found,  
Whereby he knew Our meat was served in.  
But after meals, how he would medirate  
Upon his Tutors reverend documents,  
And by himself would ●●●● what was taughe him,  
Offering to run the Ring, and fetch Curvets,  
To troth in state as we were on his back,  
And to outdo his schoolmaster in Art●,  
The thought of these things (Otho) kills my heart,   

Otho speaks to the two Asses.  
THen these poor Animals have cause to weep,  
Most reverend Asses, you have lost a friend,  
A friend, a father have your worships lost,  
Who would have given you pensions in your age,  
And made you Beadsmen, free from Cariages.  
When he lay speechless, on his death bed, than  
He pointed to the hay-lost with his heels,  
As who should say, If I die, give it them.  
Then to the Wardens of his Company,  
(For he was made free of the Blacke-Smiths Craft)  
He turned about, bade them pull off his shoes,  
And take them as true tokens of his love.  
And as he dying showed his love to them,  
Because his Master did delight in Plays,  
He wined that of his mane should ●●●●● be made,  
And of his tail, a head-tire for a Devil.  
One Ass be made his sole Exceutor,  
The other Overseer of his will:  
Grant, jupiter they, may perform the same  
To do andove-see, that men may say,  
They were Just Overseers another day.   

Epitaph.  

Here lies the horse, whose four foot Progeny  
Did troth in blood before the walls of Tfoy:  
Yea in the 〈…〉 of the Greeks perdy,  
And on his breast this Motto, Tar ma soy,  
Kin (By the Sire) to winged Pegasus,  
And by the Mother, to the King of Mules  
Whose Uncle was the great Bucephalus,  
Whose Arms, four Horse shoes, and the field was Gules.    

To conclude, this Horsemanship after many storms, tempests, gusts, and flaws came at last home to her ancient haven the Bear-garden, richly laden with these commodities following.  
The Chinegall, the Navelgall, Windgall, Spurgall, Lightgall, and Shacklegall, the Worms, the Staggers, the Mallenders, and Sallenders, Scratches, Pole-evill, the Anticore, and the Pompardye, the Dropsy, the Fever, the Palsy, the Glanders, the Frenzy, the Cough, and the Colt-evill, the Yellows, the Fashions, the Splinters, the Spanines, the Ringbones, the Quitter-bones, the Curbs the Rotten-f●ush, and the Crowne-scab, the Hidebound, the Haws, the Crest-fall, the Viues, the Bloody-riffes, the Cramp, and the Canker, the Howkes, the Toothache, the Surfeit, the Tonghurt, the Paps, and the Bladders, the tiredness, the lousiness, the Surbare, the Farley, the Pose, and the Strangle, the Broken wind, the Hoofe-bound, the Botch, the Bots, the Wen in the Groin, the Rot in the Lungs, the Ky●es the Pearl, and the Pin, and the Web, the Cloyed, the Bloodshot, the Wrung in the Withers, the Strain, the Prick in the sole, the Lose in Hoof, the Graneld, the ●oundring, and the Shedding of the hair, the Horse-hipped, the Wrench, the Neckecricke, and the Shoulder splar.  
These are the commodities wherewith the Horsemanship was sraight, which are so shared and divided, that a man cannot light of any horse, young or old, but he is furnished with one, two, or more of these excellent gifts.  
The Ships that attended in the Squadron or Regiment with the Horseman ship, were these.  

1 The Race, an adventurous vessel of much expectation, and admirable swiftness.  
2 The Poste, a vessel of much use, quicken turn, and exceeding hazard, toil and muell.  
3 The Hackenay, a most serviceable Pinnace that endures all weathers, and is so common that she is to be hired by any or used by all.     

The Suretieship, with her Regiment.  
THis is a Ship of great antiquity, and makes more voyages than all the rest of the Navy, she is the only Marchant-aduenturer under the Sun, for they that sail ●●● her, do hazard goods, lands, money, reputation, friends, kindred, credit, liberty and life; of all which rich commodities (always ●● at her returns) she is to provident, that ●●●●● maketh one jail or other her Warehouse where it is more safely kept under lock and key, than the golden Apples of the Hespa●●●●● were guarded by Dragon; she is so easie●●●● be boarded, that a man need not trouble ●●● fear to enter her, or use any boat to come to her, for if all her Mariners should go to ●●● by water, than were a Waterman the rich●● trade below the Moon; only a dash with ●●● pen, the writing of a man's name, passing his word, or setting his mark (though it be●●●● the form of a pair of Pothooks, a Cross, a crooked billet, or a M for john Tompsen, any of these facile ways hath shipped a man into the Suretieship, during his life and his ha●●● after him, and though the entrance into her be so easy, yet she is so full of impertinent and needy courtesy, that many men will lend ●● hand into her, with more fair entreaties, t●●● quests and invitations, then are commonly used to a Mask at the Court, or a groce●●● Gossips in the Country, and being once ●● tread, a ten penny nail driven to the head ●●● As soon leap out of an oaken post, as a man may ●●et ashore again: she is painted on the outside with vows and promises, and within her are the stories of the tattered Prodigal, eating Husks with the Swine, the picture of Niobe, with A●●ecto, Tesiphene, and Megaera. dancing ●achrimae: Her Arms are a Goose quill or ●en, couchant in a sheep skin field ●able: the Motto above N verint vn versi, the supporters ●● Usurer, and a Scrivener, the crest a W●●d ●●ke, the Mantles red wax, with this other Motto beneath, Sealed and de●●cra, this Ship hath the Art to make parchment the dearest stuff in the world: For I have seen a piece little bigger than my two hands, that hath cost a man a thousand pound; I myself paid a hundred pound once for a small rotten remnant of it. She is rigged most strangely, her ropes and cables are Conditions and Obligations, her Anchors are Leases forfeited, her Lead and Line are Mortgages, her main sails are interchangeable indentures, and her topsails Bills & Bonds, her small shot are Arrests and Actions, her great Ordnance are Extents, out-lawries and Executions: All her decks are stuck with tenter●●●●●, quotes, to hold those last that enter her, her ●●ading is Locks, keys, Bolts, Shackles, Manacles, Fetters, Grates, Traps for vern in, Gri●●●s for wild Gulls, Baits for tame Fools, Sp●tn●gs for Woodcocks, ●senets for Coneys, T isles for mad Buc●●es, Pens for Geese, Hooks for Gudgeors, snares for Buzzards, B idles for old lads, ●bes for Colts, Pusals for Bulfinches and Hempen-steps for Asses, and besides all this, she is plentifully stored with want, hunger cold, poverty, and nakedness.  
The Ocean that she sails in, is the spacious Marshal SEA, sometimes she anchors at the Kings-Bench, sometimes at the Gulf of the Gatehouse, sometimes at the white-Lyon Greek sometimes at Nergate Rode, sometimes, at Zudgate Bay, sometimes at Wood street Harbour, and sometimes at the Poultry Haven.  
There is great reason to call a man being bound for another, Surety SHIP, for a ship is an unruly benst, it she be not surely tied, moted, and ankered, and therefore to be a surety is as much to say Tie sure, the addition of the word ship, being a kind of metaphorical allusion, to the turbulent tossing the infortunate sorety, upon the restless waves and billows of miserable varieties and mutabilities of time and trouble.  
And though Surety SHIP be (for the most part) preind●●● and benfell only to it ●●●●, yet as in the Sea, the ●●ting of one wane proceeds or to the fall of another; so one out of the ●●●es of Surety-SHIP ●●●, (like Beetles or Scarabs which breed out of Dung) there do spring a swarm or generation of virtues (Viper, I was about to say) as busy Sol citours, numble-tongued 〈…〉, greedy Servants, hungry Ye men, devouring 〈…〉, boisterous Basilius 〈…〉 merciless, dogged ●●●l ●● and currish 〈…〉 for as Butcher's trade is to hue upon the slaughters of beasts; so cannot the Kennels, Litters and Sties of those abovenamed 〈…〉 or Cymbals, live, eat, or subsist, but upon the confusion of men, and as a Horse being dead in the fields and stripped, is a banquet for Dogs, Hogs, Ravens, Kites, and Crows, so is a Surety to those Vermins, who devour and prey upon his estate and carcase, both alive and dead.  
But for conclusion of this blunt point, I think I have mistaken all this while in calling Suret●ship, for the consequence and success of the voyage will better allow it the name of Surety Sheep, which is a warning or document to Tin Sheepesure, which I imagine to be a significant inversion of the word for, as the bridle and harness of a live horse, is for the most part made of the kin of a dead horse, so he that is bound for another man's debt, is like a silly innocent sheep (of which flock I may for my rank and calling be a Bell-wether) with a bond of a dead sheep's skin tied sure, as a ●●●●●●, either to pay the debt, or surely he is sure to lie (if his ability help not) where I would be loath to be his bedfellow.  
The Ships and Pinnaces that are in the Regiment with the Surety SHIP, are these ●●●●.  

1 The Adventurous, a desperate hot ship, very hard to be guided or steered in any steady course.  
2 The Kindheart, a ship that will sail any whither, or to what Port a man would have her.  
3 The Feole, a ship of great burden, and for sail, and steerage much like the Kindeheart.  
4 The Negligence an Argosy that through want of good fore sight, brought the Suretyship in great danger.  
5 The Decay, a ship much broken.  
6 The S●ape-th●s●, a small ragged Catch, that hangs or depends upon the whole Regiment.    

The Wor-SHIP with her Squadron or Regiment.  
THough the first syllable of this Ships name be Worse, whereby she is called Worse-SHIP, yet she is a better ship than many are ware of, and indeed she is fare too good for every, or for any Knave to come aboard her. In my opinion she doth not belong to any mortal man, for God himself is both Owner and Master of her.  
Yet many there are who claim an interest in her, as first the Devil would have her belong to him, for which cause he makes many barbarous Nations to adore and WOR-SHIP him, and to sacrifice themselves, their children, and all that they esteem dearest unto them, to his internal Hell-hood, and for his better holding and keeping of this Worship, he hath his Ministers and Agents, in the most Kingdoms of Christendom, who with their juggling leagerdemaine, hath gulled, blinded, and besotted many thousands of all Estates, ages, sexes, that they will fall down and worship Stockes, Stones, Blocks, Idols, Images, Relics, dead men's bones, or a piece of bread, as the heathen Idolatrous Egyptians did formerly adore and Worship Onions and Garlic.  
And as there are many that for desert are worthy Pilots, Steeremen and Mariners in the worship, and are shipped into her only for their merits, so there are a great many, and more than a good many, that by falsehood and indirect courses, have shipped themselves in her and for as Cornelius Agrippa saith in his Vanity of Sciences, some have gotten the worship by cutting throats in the wars; some by being great men's Bawds, or Cuckolds in peace; some for marrying cast stolen Concubine, or Bastards some by bribery, extortion or oppression; some by false weights and measures; some by excessive of others; some by these some upon credit; some for ready money, and some for favour; which is a word crept into the place of merit since the days of Quin●●● the Orator: the most corrupted justice will board her; the slothfullest Divine will haven Cabin in her; the carpet Knight will be shipped in her; the most cowardly Captain will enter her; and many of least faith and conscience will lay claim to her: she having store or such false owners, I say no more of her, but commit her to the mercy of Wind, Tide, and Time.  
There went with her in her Regiment, these that follow.  

1 The Abuse, an old ship, too much in use.  
2 The Purchase, a vessel all for Simony ●●● ready money.  
3 The Mittimus, a dangerous Bark, whose word is, At your peril.    

The Huntsmans-SHIP; or Woodmanship, with her Squadron or Regiment.  
A Good Huntsman is a good Woodman, and a Woodman is a mad man in the North parts of England, for when they think that a man is distracted or frenzy, they will say The man is Wood, (meaning Mad) the reason why it is called Woodmanship, I take it to be thus derived, as first a ship hath a multiplicity of Ropes, Cordage, Masts, Rigging and Ground-tackle (which I have partly named before in the Ladyship,) so hath this Woodmanship, diverse and sundry terms Art, (almost past numbering) as you must ●●● Rowse a Buck, Start a Hare, and unkennel a ●●● again you must Harbour a Hart, and Lodge ●●agge, or a Buck; and in process of time ways a Hars or a Buck do come to perfection, which many men (through imperfection) do never attain to: as a Buck is first ●●aune, the second year a Priket, the third sorrel the fourth a Sore, the fifth a Buck of ●● first head, and the sixth year a Buck: so a ●●rt is the first year a Calse, the second a Bro●●● the third a Spaide, the fourth a Staggered, the fifth a Stag, and the sixth year a Hart, (but some are of the mind, that a Stag cannot be Hart) until some King or Prince have almost ●●nted his heart out: besides these ambiguous ●ntigrigated Phrases, the horns have many dogmatic Epithets, as a Hart hath the Burrs, the Pearls, the Antliers, the Surantlers, the Royals ●●● the Surroyals, and the Croches. A Bucks horns are composed of Burr, Beam, Branch, ●●duancer, Palme, and Spelier. And to decline ●●m the Crown or horn, to the Rump or ●●rouper: A Dear, Boar, a Hare, a Fox, and a Wolf, have no more tail than a Iacke●●es●●-Apes, for it is a Deers Single, a Boar's ●●ath, a Hare or Coney's Scut, a Fox's Bush, and a Wolves Stern; beside there are most excellent Terragraphicall and mundified names and titles; for that which is in Welch a Ba●r, ●● French a ● Marred, I could name it in English, but (Sir Reverence for that) in Wood-manship, it is called a Deers Fewmets, a Boar, or ears Leasses, a Hare or Conneys Crottores, a fox or a Badgers Feance, and an Otters paints, all which in English is a, T, etc. I thinke Nimrod the great Hunter would have were a made man or a Woodman, if he had studied half the wild and harebrained terms, that belongs to this SHIP: and sure it made ●●cteon horn-mad, in his too vehement purity of the Game; for what Necromantic ●●ell, are Rut, Vault, Slot, Pores, and Enemies Abatures, and Foils, Frayenstockes, with and Fell, Lairs, Dewclawes, and Dowl●●●rs, drawing the Covert, Blemishes, Sewel●●●g, Auant-laye, Allaye, Relaye, Foreloy●ng Hunt-cownter, Hunt-change, Quarry, Reward, and a thousand more such Utopian fragments of confused Gibberish, that should I proceed farther, I should in stead of an understanding Woodman, show myself to be an ignorant mad man.  
Is it not a worthy piece of service for five or six men in the Country (whose dwellings are four or five miles asunder, to make a mad match) to meet together on such or such a morning to hunt or course a Hare, where if she be hunted with Hounds, she will lead them such dance, that perhaps a Horse or two are killed, or a man or two spoiled, or hurt with leaping hedges, or ditches, at the least after four or five days preparation, and some ten pounds charge among men, horses, and dogs, besides an infinite deal of toil and trouble, and an innumerable number of oaths and curses: after this great deal of do, the main purchase can be no more than a poor silly Hare, which is but a dry meat, and will take more butter in the basting, than her carcase is worth.  
Our ancient Progenitor or first King of this Island (Brute) was so expert in this Woodmanship, that he killed his own father Siluius, shooting him with an arrow, mistaking him for a Hart, a Stag or a Buck: and William the second, surnamed Rusus, King of England, was by the like mischance of a shot made at a Deer, (by Sir Walter T●●●ell Knight) slain with the glance of an arrow agoinst a tree, in the Newforrest in Hampshire.  
I thank Cooper's Dictionary that tells me that Venator is a Hunter, and Venatrix a Huntress, or a Woman Hunting, and that Meretrix is a Whore or a Woman Hunted: all these words having derivation from, or allusion to Tenereus, ●●●●●●●h●●●●us, for though Diana the hunting Goddess of Chastity be a constant Venatrix, yet Venus the Queen of Love never fails a right Workman of a Meretrix. But if Venator and Venatri●●● ●●ald hunt as much as Meretrix is (or ●●●●●●●●) hunted, I think verily that there hath not been (or in time would not be) one Deer left in many of the greatest Forests, Parks, and Chases of Christendom.  
Besides, there is not a perfect Mariner in the Woodmanship, but he hath engrafted in him a most abundant gift of promising, for one of them will swear and vow to give more Dear away to sundry persons, than there are under the keeping and command of six or seven of them: and I have heard, that one white Buck in a small Park (in a place which I could name within the Walls of Christendom) hath been given away at least to a thousand several persons, by one Keeper, and the said Keeper is so kind, that he will never deny a Buck to whosoever will ask. A Dear friend (whom I love Dear) did promise me a Decree four years since, and four Dear journeys I made for my Deer, and still with delays and demurs I was put off from my Decree, with promises, that at such and such a time I should have my Deer, but now I am in despair of my Deer, and I mean to take no more care for my Deer; And so Adieu my Deer; but indeed he that had the bounty to promise me this Deer, hath the grace to blush whensoever he sees me, and therefore I do love him for his modesty and shamefastness, and had it not been for that, and that I do love him indeed, I would long before this time have sung him a Kerry-Elison, that should have made him been glad to have promised me a brace of Bucks more, to have stopped my mouth withal, although in performance my Deer had been nonest inventus.  
In a word, of all sorts of Deer I hold s●u●●● Venison to be the most honestly gotten, because the Thiefs are so quiet, close, priu●● and silent at their work, that they have no leisure to swear or curse, as men do when it is lawfully taken, and my conceit is, that why oaths and curses are most restrained, the● most honesty, and piety remains. But commonly swearing, execrations, and drinking are the ceremonious Rites of a Bucks, or Hare's death, and obsequies.  

With the cry of the Hounds,  
And the Echo resownds  
Through the Mead, through the fallow,  
With the Horn, with the hallow,  
With the Horse loud neigh, & the Back at a Bay  
And with the Deres fall, & the Horn sounding ●●●  
My Pen bids Hunting Woodmanship farewell.   
The Ships and Pinnaces that served in t●● Regiment under the Woodmanship, ●●● these.  

1 The Chanter.  
2 The Bawman.  
3 The Ringwood.  
4 The Slut.  
5 The Beauty.  
6 The daisy.  
7 The Kilbucke, with diverse others, all them being for course, or chase.    
FINIS.   

THE PRAISE, ANTIQVITY, AND COMMODITY OF BEGGARY, BEGGARS, AND BEGGING.  

A Beggar from an 
* Antiquity of Beggars.  Ancient house gins,  
Old Adam's son, and heir unto his sins:  
And as our father Adam did possess  
The world, there's not a Beggar that hath less.  
For whereof is the world compact and framed  
●t Elements, which to our sense are named,  
The Earth, the Air, the Water, and the Fire,  
With which all live, without which all expire?  
These, every Beggar hath in plenteous store,  
And every mighty Monarch hath no more.  
For can the greatest Potentate alive,  
The meanest Beggar of these things deprive.  
The 
* Universality.  Earth is common, both for birth or Graves,  
For Kings, and Beggars, Freemen, and for Slaves:  
And a poor Beggar as much Air will draw,  
●● he that could keep all the world in awe,  
The 
* Earth. Air. Water, Fire  Water, be it Rivers, Seas or Spring,  
His equal for a Beggar as a King.  
And the Celestial sun's bright 
* If these elements could be bought and ●● the poor Beggars should have small room for birth, ●●buriall.  fire, from Heaven  
Amongst all estates most equally is given,  
Given, not to be engrossed, or bought, nor sold,  
For gifts and bribes, or base corrupted gold.  
These things nor poor or rich, can sell nor buy,  
●●e for all living creatures, till they die.  
●● Emperor, a great command doth bear:  
But yet a beggar's more secure from fear.  
King may use disports (as fits the season)  
But yet a Beggar is more safe from Treason.  
Prince (amidst his cares) may merry be,  
But yet a Beggar is from flatterers free.  
A Duke, is a degree magnificent,  
But yet a Beggar may have more content.  
A marquis is a title of great fame,  
A Beggar may offend more, with less blame.  
An Earl, an honourable house may keep,  
But yet a Beggar may more sound sleep.  
A Vizecount may be honoured and renowned,  
But yet a beggar's on a surer ground.  
A Baron, is a Style beloved and Noble,  
But yet a Beggar is more free from trouble.  
A Knight, is good (if his deserts be such)  
But yet a Beggar may not owe so much.  
A good Esquire is worthy of respect,  
A beggar's in less care, though more neglect.  
A Gentleman, may good apparel wear,  
A Beggar, from the Mercer's book is clear.  
A Servingman that's young, in older years  
Oft proves an aged Beggar, it appears.  
Thus all degrees and states, what e'er they are,  
With Beggar's happiness cannot compare:  
Heaven is the roof that Canopies his head,  
The Clouds his Curtains, and the earth his bed.  
The Sun his fire, the Stars his candle light,  
The Moon his Lamp that guides him in the night.  
When scorching Sol makes other mortals sweat,  
Each tree doth shade a Beggar from his heat:  
When nipping Winter makes the Cow to quake,  
A Beggar will a Barn for harbour take,  
When Trees & Steeples are o'erturned with wind,  
A beggar will a hedge for shelter find:  
And though his inconveniences are store,  
Yet still he hath a salve for every sore,  
He for new fashions, owes the Tailor nothing,  
Nor to the Draper is in debt for clothing:  
A Beggar, doth not beggar or deceive  
Others, by breaking like a bankrupt Knave.  
He's free from shoulderclapping Sergeants claws,  
He's out of fear of Envy's cankered jaws:  
He life's in such a safe and happy state,  
That he is neither hated, nor doth hate.  
None bears him malice, rancour, or despite,  
And he dares kill, those that dare him backebite.  
Credit he neither hath, or give to none,  
All times and seasons, unto him are one:  
He longs not for, or fear a quarter day,  
For Rent he neither doth receive or pay.  
Let Nation against Nation wars denounce,  
Let Cannon's thunder, and let Musket bounce:  
Let armies, armies, force against force oppose,  
He nothing fears, nor nothing hath to lose.  
Let Towns and Towers with battery be o'erturned,  
Let women be deflowered and houses burned:  
Let men fight pellmell, and lose life and limb,  
If earth and skies escape, all's one to him.  
O happy begg'ry, every liberal Art  
Hath left the thankless world, and takes thy part:  
And learning, conscience, and simplicity,  
Plain dealing, and true perfect honesty,  
Sweet Poetry, and high Astronomy,  
Musics delightful heavenly harmony,  
All these (with begg'ry) most assuredly  
Have made a friendly league to live and dye.  
For Fortune hath decreed, and holds it fit,  
Not to give one man conscience, wealth, and wit:  
For they are portions which to twain belong,  

* Wit, wisdom, wealth, and conscience, are not usually hereditary, or in one man.  And to give all to one were double wrong,  
Therefore although the Goddess want her eyes,  
Yet in her blinded bounty she is wise.  
I will not say, but wealth and wisdom are  
In one, ten, or in more, but 'tis most rare:  
And such men are to be in peace or wars,  
Admired like black Swans, or like blazing Stars.  
Two sorts of people fills the whole world full,  
The witty Beggar, and the wealthy Gull:  
A Scholar, stored with Arts, with not one cross,  
And Artless Nabal stored with Indian dross.  
I have seen learning tattered, bare and poor,  
Whilst Barbarism domineered with store:  
I have known knowledge, in but mean regard,  
Whilst ignorance hath robbed it of reward:  
And with Coxcombs, I have heard dispute,  
Whilst profound judgements must be dumb and mute.  
Apollo with advice did wisely grant,  
That Poets should be poor, and live in want:  
And though plain Beggars they do not appear.  
Yet their estates do show their kin is near.  

* The batrennesse of Parnassus.  Parnassus' Mount is fruitless, bare and sterile,  
And all the Muses poor in their apparel:  
Bare legged, and footed, with dishevelled hair,  
Nor Buskins: Shoes, or Head-tires for to wear.  
So fare they are from any show of thrift,  
They scarce have e'er a smock themselves to shift.  

* The poverty or beggary of the Muses.  Homer that was the Prince of Poetry,  
Was a blind Beggar, and in poverty:  
And matchless Ovid, (in poor wretched case)  
Exiled from Rome to Pontus in disgrace.  
And Mantuan Maro, 
* Virgil, he●● borne in a ditch, and afterward being in Rome in service ●● Augustus' Cesar, to whom he many times gave learned verses the Emperor always rewarded him with bread.  for some space in Rome,  
Was to Augustus but a Stable-Groome:  
His verses show he had a learned head,  
Yet all his profit was but bread and bread.  
A Louse hath six feet, from whose creeping sprawled  
The first Hexameters, that ever crawled:  
And ever since, in memory of the same,  
A Louse amongst the Learned is no shame.  
Then since the 
* A Lo●●● ground of the first Hexameters.  Mountains barren Muses bare,  
And Prince of Poets had a Beggar's share:  
Since their blind Sovereign was a Beggar poor,  
How can the Subjects but be void of store?  
What are their figures, numbers, types and tropes,  
But Emblems of poor shadows, and vain hopes,  
Their allegories, similes, allusions,  
Threadbare do end in beggarly conclusions:  
Nor can their Comedies, and Tragedies,  
Their Comitragy, Tragicomedies,  
No pastoral preterplupastorall,  
Their Moral studies, and Historical,  
Their sharp Iambic, high Heroick Saphique,  
And all wherewith their painful studies trali●●  
All these cannot allow a means complete,  
To keep them out of debt with clothes & meat,  
And though a Poet have th'accomplished parts  
Of Learning, and the Axioms of all Arts:  
What though he study all his brains to dust,  
To make his Fame unmortall, and from rust,  
Revolving day by day, and night by night,  
And waste himself in giving others light,  
Yet this is all the Guerdon he shall have,  
That begg'ry will attend him to his grave.  
He (in his own Conceit) may have this bliss,  
And sing, My mind to me a Kingdom is.  
But 'tis a Kingdom wanting form or matter,  
Or substance, like the Moonshine in the water.  
For as a learned 
* Parnassus.  Poet wrote before,  
Gross Gold runs headlong from them to the Bore,  
For which this unavoided Vow I'll make,  
To love a Beggar for a Poet's sake.  
I that ne'er drank of Agganippes' Well,  
That in Parnassus' Suburbs scarce do dwell,  
That never tasted the Pegasian Spring,  
Or Tempe, nor e'er heard the Muses sing, 
* Chris. M●●   
I● (that in Verse) can only Rhyme and smatter  
Quite from the purpose, method, or the matter.  
Yet some for friendship, Ignorance, or pity,  
Will say my lines may pass, indifferent, pretty:  
And for this little, Itching, Versing vain,  
With me the Beggar vows he win remain.  
But if I could but once true Poetry win,  
He would stick close to me, is as my skin.  
And sure if any man beneath the Sky,  
Had to his Nurse a Witch, it must be I,  
For I remember many years ago,  
When I would Cry, as Child on use to do:  
My Nurse to still me, or to make me cease  
●●om crying, would say, Hush lamb, pray thee peace.  
●●t I (like many others froward boys)  
Would yawl, & bawl, and make a wawling noise.  
When she (in anger) in her arms would snatch me,  
And bid the Beggar, or Bullbeggar catch me;  
With take him Beggar, take him, would she say,  
When did the Beggar such hard holdfast lay  
●●ou my back, that yet I never could,  
Nor ever shall enforce him leave his hold.  
The reason therefore why I am not Rich,  
Thinke is, 'cause my Nurse was half a witch.  
Not since it is decreed that I must be  
Beggar, welcome begg'ry unto me:  
He patiently embrace my destined Fate,  
And live as well as some of higher Rate.  
●t shall my begg'ry no strange Suits device,  
●● Monopolies to catch Fleas and Flies:  
●● the Sole making of all Butchers pricks,  
●● Corks for bottles, or for every six  
●●elt Seacrab, Flounder, Plaice, or Whiting mop;  
●●e, as a Duty unto me to drop,  
For to mark Cheeses, I'll not beg at all,  
For for the Mousetrap Geometrical.  
For will I impudently beg for Land,  
For (with Ambition) beg to have Command:  
●●meate, or clothes, or that which few men give,  
●● never beg for money whilst I live.  
●t money I esteem a precious thing,  
Because it bears the picture of my King:  
●● to my King I will a servant be,  
And make his pictures servants unto me,  
●●e only Begg'ry ever I'll embrace,  
●● beg for grace, of him that can give grace,  
Who all things feeds and sils, and over-seeth,  
Who gives, and casteth no man in the teeth.  
●● much for that, now to my The an●e again.  
What virtues Begg'ry still doth entertain.  
●●st amongst Beggars, there's not one in twenty,  
●● hath the Art of memory most plenty:  
When those that are possessed with riches store,  
●●e'r they were in Beggars stare and poor)  
They quite forget it, and will ever hate  
In memory of any Beggar's state.  
For fortune, favour, or benignity,  
May raise a Beggar unto dignity:  
When like a bladder, puffed with pride and pelf,  
he'll neither know his betters, nor himself,  
But if a Beggar hath been wealthy ever,  
He from his mind puts that remembrance never.  
And thus if it be rightly understood,  
A Beggar's Memory is ever good.  
Nor he by Gluttony, or swinish surfeit,  
Doth purchase sickness with his bodies forfeit.  
On bonds, or bills, he borrows not, or lends,  
He neither by extortion gets or spends.  
No Usury he neither takes or gives:  
Oppress he cannot, yet oppressed he life's.  
Nor when he dies, he leaves no wrangling heirs  
To lose by Law that which was his or theirs.  
Men that are blind in judgement may see this,  
Which of the Rich, or Beggars hath most bliss:  
On which most pleasure, Fortune seems to hurl,  
The Lousy Beggar, or the gouty Churl:  
The Ragged Beggar sitting in the Stocks,  
Or the Embroidered Gallant with the Pocks,  
A Beggar every way is Adam's Son,  
For in a Garden Adam first begun:  
And so a Beggar even from his birth,  
Doth make his Garden the whole entire Earth.  
The fields of Corn doth yield him straw & bread,  
To Feed and Lodge, and Hat to hide his head:  
And in the stead of cutthroat slaughtering shambleses,  
Each hedge allows him Berries from the brambles.  
The Bullesse, hedg-Peake, Hips, & Haws, and, Sloes,  
Attend his appetite where e'er he goes:  
As for his Salads, better never was,  
Then acute Sorreli, and sweet three-leaued Grass,  
And for a Sauce he seldom is at charges,  
For every Crabtree doth afford him Vergiss,  
His banquet, sometimes is green Beans, and Peason,  
Nuts, Pears, Plumbs, Appies, as they are in season.  
His music waits on him in every bush,  
The Mavis, Balfinch, Blackbird and the Thrush:  
The mounting Lark sings in the lofty Sky,  
And Robin-redbreast makes him melody.  
The Nightingale chants most melodiously,  
The chirping Sparrow, and the chattering Pye.  
My neighbour Cuckoo, always in one tune,  
Sings like a Townsman still in May and june.  
These feathered Fiddlers sing, and leap, and play,  
The Beggar takes delight, and God doth pay.  
Moreover (to accomplish his Content)  
there's nothing wants to please his sight or sent.  
The Earth embroidered with the various hue  
Of Greene, Red, Yellow, Purple, Watched, Blue:  
Carnation, Crimson, Damask, spotless White,  
And every colour that may please the sight.  
The odoriferons Mint, the Eglantine,  
The Woodbine, Primcrose, and the Cowslip fine,  
The Honeysuckle, and the Dasfadill,  
The fragrant Time, delights the Beggar still.  
He may pluck Violets in any place  
And Rue, but very seldom herb of Grace:  
Hearts-case he hath and Love and Idle both,  
It in his bones hath a continual growth.  
His Drink he never doth go fare to look,  
Each Spring's his Host, his Hostess is each Brook:  
Where he may quasse and to't again by fits,  
And never stands in fear to hurt his wits,  
For why that Ale, is Grandam Nature's brewing,  
And very seldom sets her Guests a spewing,  
Unmixed, and unsophisticated drink,  
That never makes men stagger, reel and wink.  
Besides, a Beggar hath this pleasure more,  
He never pays, or never goes on score:  
But let him drink and quasse both night and day,  
there's neither Chalk, nor Post, or aught to pay.  
But after all this single-soared small Ale,  
I think it best to tell a merry tale:   

There was a Rich hard miserable Lord,  
That kept a knavish Fool at bed and board,  
(As Great men oft affected have such Elves,  
And loved a Fool, as they have loved themselves.)  
But Nature to this Fool such virtue gave,  
Two simples in one Compound, Fool and Knave,  
This Noble Lord, ignobly did oppress  
His Tenants, raising Rents to such excess:  
That they their states not able to maintain,  
They turned stark Beggars in a year or twain.  
Yet though this Lord were too too miserable,  
He in his House kept a wells furnished Table:  
Great store of Beggars daily at his Gate,  
Which he did feed, and much Compassionate.  
(For 'tis within the power of mighty men,  
To make five hundred Beggars, and feed Ten.)  
At last, upon a time the Lord and's Fool,  
Walked after dinner their hot bloods to cool,  
And seeing three or fourscore Beggars stand  
To seek relief from his hard-clutched hand,  
The Nobleman thus spoke his Fool unto,  
Quoth he, what shall I with these Beggars do?  
Since (quoth the Fool) you for my judgement call,  
I think it best we straightways hang them all.  
That were great pity, than the Lord replied,  
For them and me our Saviour equal died to  
Th' are christian's (although Beggars) therefore yet  
hang's uncharitable, and unfit.  
Tush (said the Foose) they are but beggars tho,  
And thou canst spare them, therefore let them go:  
If thou wilt do, as thou hast done before,  
Then canst in one year make as many more.  
And he that can pick nothing from this tale,  
Then set him with the Bergger drink small Ale.  
Thus is a Beggar a strange kind of creature,  
And begg'ry is an Art that life's by Nature:  
For he neglect all Trades, all Occupations,  
All functions, Mysteries, Arts, and Corporations,  
he's his own Law, and doth even what he sister,  
And is a perfect right Gimnosophist.  
A Philosophical Pythagoras,  
That without care his life away doth pass.  

* A Beggar never grows mad with too much study.  A Lawyer must for what he gets take pains,  
And study night and day, and toil his brains,  
With diligence to sift out Right from wrong,  
Writes, travels pleads, with hands, & feet & tongue;  
And for to end Debate, doth oft debate  
With Rhetoric, and Logic Intricate:  
And after all his travel and his toil,  
If that part which he pleads for get the soil,  
The Client blames the Lawyer, and the Laws,  
And never minds the badness of his Cause.  
'tis better with a Beggar that is dumb,  
Whose tongueless mouth doth only utter mam:  
In study, and in care, no time he spends,  

* Dumb Rhetoric moves Charity.  And hath his business at his finger's ends.  
And with dumb Rhetoric, & with Logic mute,  
Lives and gains more, than many that Dispute.  

* The weak Beggars have great advantage over the strong.  If case a Beggar be old, weak or ill,  
It makes his gains, and come in more still;  
When Beggars that are strong, are paid with mocks,  
Or threatened with the Cage, the Whip, or Stocks.  
he's better borne then any Prince or Peer,  
In's Mother's womb three quarters of a year:  

* Beggars (for the most part) well borne.  And when his birth hath made her belly slack,  
She four or five years, bears him at her back.  
He life's as if it were grim Saturn's Reign,  
Or as the golden age were come again.  

* Virtues that Beggars have.  Moreover many virtues do attend  
On Beggars, and on them do they depend:  

* Humility. Patience. Fortitude. Temperance.  Humility's a Virtue, and they are  
In sign of Humbleness, continual bare:  
And Patience is a virtue of great worth.  
Which any beggar much expresseth forth,  
I saw a Beggar Railed at, yet stood mute,  
Before a Beadle, of but base repute.  
For Fortitude a Beggar doth excel,  
There's nothing can his valiant courage quell:  
Nor heat or cold, thirst, hunger, Famines rage,  
He dares outdare Stocks, whipping-posts, or Cage.  
he's of the greatest Temperance under heaven,  
And (for the most part) feeds on what is given.  
He waits upon a Lady, of high price,  

* It waits on Charity, & worthy bountiful Mistress.  Whose birthplace was celestial Paradise.  
One of the Graces, a most heavily Dame,  
And Charity's her all-admired Name;  
Her hand's ne'er shut, her glory is in giving,  
On her the Beggar waits, and gets his living,  
His State's more 
* Antiquity  ancient than a Gentleman,  
He from the Elder brother (Cain) began:  
Of Runagates and vagabonds he was  
The first that wand'ring o'er the earth did pass.  
But what's a Vagabond and a Runagate?  
●●ie Anagramatized I will relate:   

RUNAGATE,  
Anagram,  
A GRANT.   

vagabond,  
Anagram.  
GAVE A BOND.   

And many well-born Gallants, mad and fond,  
Have with a Grant so often Gave a Bond,  
And wrapped their states so in a Parchment skin,  
They Vagabonds and Runagates have been.  

* Beggary descended from Cain, who was the first man that ever was borne, and heir apparent to the whole world.  A beggar's nob'ly borne. all men will yield,  
His getting and his birth b'ing in the field:  
And all the world knows 'tis no idle fable,  
To say and swear the field is 
* Honour, Courrosie, Socutity, Bounty, Power, Frutality.  honourable.  
A Beggar is most courteous when he begs,  
And hath an excellent skill in making legs,  
But if he could make Arms but half so well,  
For Heraldry his cunning would excel.  
A Beggar in great safety doth remain,  
He's out of danger to be robbed or slain:  
In fear and peril he is never put,  
And (for his wealth) no thief his throat will cut.  
He's fare more bountiful than is a Lord.  
A world of hangers on at bed and board:  
Which he doth lodge, and daily cloth and feed  
Them and their issue, that increase and breed;  
For 'tis disparagement, and open wrong,  
To say a beggar's not a thousand strong:  
Yet have I seen a Beggar with his Many,  
Come at a Playhouse, all in for one penny:  
And though of creatures Lice are almost lest,  
Yet is a Louse a very valiant beast.  
But did not strength unto her courage want,  
She would kill Lion, Bear, or Elephant.  
What is it that she can, but she dares do?  
She'll combat with a King, and stand to't too:  
She's not a starter like the dust-bred-Flea,  
She's a great traveller by land and sea,  
And dares take any Lady by the Rea.  
She never from a battle yet did fly.  
For with a Soldier she will live and dye.  
And sure (I think) I said not much amiss,  
To say a Louse herself a Soldier is.  
An Host of Lice did to submission bring  
Hardhearted ‛ ● Pharaoh the Egyptian King,  
But when these cruel creatures do want meat,  
Man's flesh and blood like Cannibals they eat.  
They are unto the Beggar, Nature's gifts,  

* A Beggar is no shifting fellow.  Who very seldom puts them to their shifts,  

* True friendship.  These are his Guard, which will not him forsake,  
Till Death, a coarse doth of his carcase make.  
A Beggar life's here in this vale of sorrow,  
And travels here to day, and there to morrow.  
The next day being neither here, nor there:  
But almost no where, and yet every where.  
He never labours, yet he doth express  

* Beggars are travellers.  Himself an enemy to Idleness.  
In Court, Camp, City, Country, in the Ocean,  
A Beggar is a right perpetual motion,  

* He is seldom idle, though he never works Devotion.  His great devotion is in general,  
He either prays for all, or preys on all.  

* Universality.  And it is universally professed,  
From South to North, from East unto the West.  
On his own merits he will not rely;  

* He is a lover of good works.  By other men's good works he'll live and die.  
That begg'ry is natural all men know,  

* Beggary is natural & general to all the world.  Our naked coming to the world doth show;  
Not worth a simple rotten rag, or clout,  
Our silly carcases to wrap about.  

* Beggary is perpetual.  That its will is, and hath perpetual been,  
All goes as naked out, as they came in,  
We leave our clothes, which were our covers here,  
For Beggars that come after us to wear.  

* The generality of beggary.  Thus all the world in general Beggars are,  
And all alike come in, and go out bare.  
And whoso life's here in the best degree,  

* It is must necessary for every one to live and dye a Beggar.  Must (every day) a daily Beggar be:  
And when his life hath run unto his date,  
He dies a Beggar or a Reprobate.  
(Good Reader, pray misconstrue not this case,  
I mean no profanation in this place)  
Then since these virtues wait on beggary,  
As mild Humility, and Charity,  
And Temperance, Honour, Health, Frugality,  
With Patience, Fortitude, and Courtesy,  
Security, Universality,  
Necessity and perpetuity,  
And since heaven sends the Subject and the Prince  
All Beggars hither, and no better hence,  
Since begg'ry is our portion and our lot,  
Our Patrimony, birthright, and what not?  
Let us pursue our function, let us do  
That (which by nature) we were borne unto.  
And whilst my Muse a little doth repose,  
I'll Character a Beggar out in prose.   

NOw it follows, that I show some of their forms, carriage, manners, and behaviour, their several Garbs, tones, and salutations, that they accost their Clients or Benefactors withal, for they can wisely, and discreetly suit their Phrase and language, to be correspondent to their own shape, and suitable to whomsoever they beg of, as for example, suppose a Beggar be in the shape or form of a maundering, or wandering Soldier, with one arm, leg, or eye, or some such maim; then imagine that there passeth by him some Lord, Knight, or scarce a Gentleman, it makes no matter which, than his Honour, or his Worship shall be affronted in this manner.  
Brave man of Honour, cast a favourable look upon the wounded estate of a distressed Gentleman, that hath borne Arms for his Country in the hottest broils of the Netherlands, with the loss of his members; Cleveland hath felt my strength; I have bickered with the French, at Breast and Deep; I have passed the straits, the dangerous Gulf: the Groin can speak my service (Right Honourable) with no less than two dangerous hurts hardly brought off from Bummill Leaguer, which I would unwillingly discover to your manliness, whose belief shall be therein as much available as eyesight. Fortune hath only left me a tongue to bemoan my losses, and one eye to be a witness of your noble bounty; I would be loath to weary your Lordship with the relations of my travels, to whom the story of these wars are as familiar as to myself, your worthy liberality is the spur to valour, and the safeguard of his Country, and in your honourable memory, my tongue shall supply the defects of my limbs, and proclaim your merits through the seventeen Provinces, whither your bounty shall bear this withered body, to inter it with the blood which I left there as a pledge of my return.  
This is the marital or decayed military kind of begging; which if he speed, than he can fit himself with a prayer accordingly, for the prosperity of his liber all benefactor, as thus:  
Peace be to thy loins (Right Honourable) and plenty at thy board, oppression in the Country, and extortion in the City; embroder thy carcase, and keep thy Concubite constant, that Tailors may sue to thee for work, more than for payment, and Seriear● may stand and gaze at thy fair progress by the Compters, whilst thy Coach-mares shall worry thee fare from Attachments.  
Then (after ascrub or ashrug) you must receive he meets with a Lawyer, and fitting his ph●●● to his language, he assaults him thus, and ioy●e issue.  
Humbly showeth to your good Worship, your poor suppliant having advanced his b●● in the late wars of Sweden, Copenhag, and Stocke-Holland; after Replications in particular, and Rejoinders drawn, with bloody person and dreadful characters, your petition●● joined issue in that fearful day of hearing, to the grand Castle of Smolesco, where he came off with the loss of his inheritance, having the evidence of his limbs violently rend from him, to make an open passage to the benevolent charity of such pious persons as is your Worship, for you are the true Soldiers of the Country, whose wars concern the domestic peace of our Nation, as such as myself doth the foreign. My breeding was Gentle, Sir, and my birth English, a younger brother, and driven to my shifts, to avoid the foul accidents of homebred miseries; I measured foreign paces, and was delivered abroad of my breeding at home, in which estate the hand of your bounty must support me, or ●●● calamity will crawl over me, which hath no Surgeon but the gallows, to which I hope the Law will not deliver me, seeing it tame so fair a face as the reverend aspect of your masterships countenance.  
By this time you must suppose that his bounty being awaked, he gives him somewhat; when with our respondent prayer he thus takes his been vale.  
May the jermes be everlasting to thee, thou man of tongue, and may contentions grow and multiply, may Actions beget Actions, and Cases engender Cases as thick as hops, may every day of the year be a Shrove-tuesday; let Proclamations forbidden fight, to increase actions of battery, that thy Cassock may be three piled, and the welts of thy Gown may not grow threadbare.  
Perhaps he meets with same Country Farmer, or some honest Russet home spu. plain dealing, ●●●● sugger whom he assaults with a valley of his and bravadoes in manner and form following.  
You shall do well to take notice (Countryman and friend) that I am a Soldier and a Gentleman, who having been made Fortune's Tennis-ball, was lately cast upon these coasts of my Country, by the merciless cruelty of the raging tempestuous seas, where I have been in that distress, that the whole Christian world durst not so much as look on: mine Arms have been feared by all the enemies that ever beheld them advanced, and my command hath been dreadful through Europe, Asia, Africa and America, from the Sun's Eastern rising to his Western declination. I was the first man that entered (despite the mouth of the Cannon) into the famous City of Pertrega a City five times greater than Constantinople, where the great Turk then kept his Seraglio, Bassa Caphy, Bassa Inda, and Mustapha Despot of Seruta, being my prisoners, whose ransoms yielded my sword three millions of Hungarian Ducats; with which returning, thinking to make thee and the rest of my Nation rich, the ship which transported me (being over-laden) took such a leak, not a mortal eye being able to see one penny of that uncountable treasure, myself (as you see preserved) a miserable spectacle of unfortunate chance, for getting astride upon a demyculuering of burst, I was weatherbeaten three leagues on shore, as you see, an ominous map of man-quelling calamity, to the relief whereof, my fellow and friend, (for so my now poverty makes me vouchsafe to call thee) I must entreat thy manhood, by offering a parcel of thy substance; make no delays, Sir, for I would be loath to exercise my valour on thee, and make thee the first Christian that should feel the impregnable strength and valour of my victorious arm, which hath done to death to many Turks, Pagans and Infidels, as cannot be truly numbered.  
After all this super slaves sustian, the poor man ●●●● draws and gives him some small mite, more for fear, cr●●ing, then either for love or charity. His fury being abated, he takes his leave thus:  
Fair be thy Harvest, and foul thy Winter, that plenty may fill they Barnes, and fear of scarcity raise thy price, may thy Landlord live unmarried that thy fine may not be raised, to buy thy new Landlady a French petricoate; or a new Blocked Beaver, nor thy rents raised, to keep her tyre in fashion.   


Invention many thousand ways could go,  
To show their variations to and fro:  
For as upon the some of man attends,  
The world the flesh, the devil, (where wicked friends)  
So likewise hath a Beggar other three,  
With whom his humour never could agree.  

* A justice of Peace is as the world to a Beggar, a Beadle as the flesh, and a Constable as the ●●●●.  A justice to the world he doth compare,  
And for his flesh, a Beadle is a mare:  
But he, that he of all accounts most evil,  
He thinks a Constable to be the Devil.  
And 'tis as easy for him as to drink,  
To blind the world, and make a 
* A justice will wink or connue●●● at a Heave faults when partly for pity, and partly to avoid trouble  justice wink:  
The Beadle (for the flesh) 'tis little pain,  
Which smart he can recover soon again.  
But yet the Devils (the Constable) a spirit,  
From hole to hole that hunts him like a ferret,  

* A whipping will be soon cured  Both day and night he haunts him as a ghost,  
And of all furies he torments him most.  
All's one for that, though to me things fall out ill,  
A Beggar seldom rides up Holbenn hill:  
Nor is he taken with a th●●● trap,  
And made dispute with Doctor Stories 
* A Constable is a hugbeare to a Beggar.  cap.  
A common thief, for every great he gains,  
His life doth venture, besides all his pains:  
For every thing he cares, or drinks, I wears,  
To lose his cares, or gain a rope he fears. 
* ●●●●●●   
But for a Beggar, be it he or she,  
They are from all these choking dangers free.  
And though (for sin) when mankind first began,  
A curse was laid on all the race of man,  
That of his labours he should live and eat,  
And get his bread by travel and by sweat;  
But it that any from this curse be free,  
A Beggar must he be, and none but he.  
For every fool most certainly doth know,  
A Beggar doth not dig, delve, plough, or sow:  
He neither harrows, plants, lops, fells, nor rakes,  
Nor any way he pains, or labour takes.  
Let swine be meazeld, let sheep die and rot,  
Let murrain kill the cattles, he cares not:  
He will not work and sweat, and yet he'll feed,  
And each man's labour must supply his need.  
Thus without pains or care, his life he'll spend,  
And life's until he dies, and there's an end.  
But I this reckoning of beggary make,  
That it much better is to give then take:  
Yet if my substance will not serve to give,  
I'll (of my betters) take, with thankes, and live.    
FINIS.   


TO THE MIGHTY MONARCH OF MONTZAGO, THE MODEL OF MAGNANIMITY, the map of man-darring Monster-quellers, the thrice three times treble triple renowned Alphebo, ornamented honourable Knight of Standsalio, Treldedo, Marova, Fregero, Andalowsia, and the skie-scaling mountain of Muffetto: Illustrious Pheander, victorious and valorous Champion to Don Phoebus, great Duke of Delphos, and the Oracle of Apollo; marquis of Muzetta, and the lake Asse-phaltites: Earl of Utopia; Lord and Dominator of the Promontory of Polipratemost: The unconquered all conquering Maiden Knight, by revelation, by creation, by procreation, and contentation: the unmatched Phoenix, and fourfold Commander of the Enchanted Lands, by nomination, by Banner, by warlike achievements, by nativity, by descent and process, matchless and unparallelled Sir Thomas Parsons, Knight of the Sun, great cousin Vermin to the seldom seen Queen of Fairies, and hopeful heir apparent to her invisible Kingdom.  
Unmatchable Chevaliere, I am bold to commit a poor Goose to your impregnable protection and patronage, I knon there will be as much to do in the keeping of her, and with a much danger, as was the conquest of the Golden Fleece, the Apples of the Hesperides, or the saving of Andromeda by Perseus: and but that your valiant achievements are known and approved, I would never have put my Goose to your invincible Guard: the enemies that ●● assault you, or attempt to take her from you, are many, whom in duteous courtesy I will describe unto you: First, the Poulters will assail you with a terrible battery of rotten Eg-shot, to surrender the innocent Goose, that they may murder, embowel, pluck, and prostitute her to sale of who gives most. See●●●, the Vthal●●● will come upon you with a fresh alarm for her feathers, to stuff the empty paunches of then B Ister's, Pillows, and hungry Bed-tikes. Thirdly, the Cooks in squaarans, a●●i'd with Dripping pans and s●●s, instead of Spears, before they will lose their F●●s, (and the● king of their fingers to b●ote) will fight heoly for the Goose till all smoke again. Fourthly, the Apothecaries (rather than they will want the sweetness of the pinguidity or fecundious fat of the Goose's axungea (vulg ●● called g●●● they will so pelt ●●●● with pills, instead of pellets, that they will make all stink again. Fiftly, the kit ●●a-ma●de will throw scalding water at you, but she will have one of her wings to sweep down Cobwebs, and dcspossesse Spiders of the habitations they have built out of their own bowels. Sixtly, the Fletchers, and Archers, sweare they will pink your skin full of ●●t-holes, but they will have her ●●● s, to make them ●●●●●●●● dead, than the Goose could living. Seventhly, the Poets for her Quills, will call another penny ●l●sse, thread ●●● Parliament, and ordain Satirical Statutes, and tragical Acts against you, and ●●● their scattered imaginations they will seal the skies as high as sullen Saturn's altitude, and rake into the ●● west p●●sund●●y of Barrathrum, foraging thorough the earth, air, and seas; but they will stigmatize, canterize, and Epigramatize, Anagrammatise you, till you make a surrender. Eightly, the Lawyers well sirke and fir●t you tossing you betwixt hard fortune and ill luck, that you will be almost mad, or be in great danger to have very littlest jest. Ninthly, the scriveners, public Notary's, or notorieus Publicans, will not only join with the Lawyers, and the Poets against you: but they will never procure you any money when you need, without excessive brokage, great credit, or good security. Tenthly, Shopkeepers (if you hold the Goose's Quills from them) have sworn, that they will ever keep you out of their books. And lastly, schoolboys will throw whole volleys of stones at you, wherever they see you, if you allow them not Pens, though it be but to scribble or make ewes letters.  
Thus having laid open to your Herculean view, the labours and dangers that you are like to suffer in protecting the Goose Now I think it fit (under correction) to close up my Dedication with some dutiful counsel, that though your enemies are mighty and many, and that they do prevail against you, and with their multitude take from you both the flesh and feathers of the Goose, (which indeed belongs not to you, nor do I dedicate them to you) yet here is your true honour, and that which makes all me admire you, that her better part, her genius, her intellectual understanding, her capacity, and reverend gravity, her wisdom, and her very spirit; neither man, Devil, or Dragon, is able to bereave you of, as long as you have a sword to defend it. I have dedicated a Book of a Beggar at this time to Archy, but most noble Sir, only to you my Goose, so leaving you: Not doubting of your acceptance, and protection: I wish you such increase of honour as is suitable to your Heroic enicau●urs and unimitable wisdom.  
He that truly neither wonders or admires at your worthiness. JOHN TAYLOR.   

TAILOR'S GOOSE DESCRIBING THE WILD GOOSE, THE Tame Goose, the Tailor's Goose, the Winchester Goose, the Clack Goose, the Soleand Goose, the Huniburne Goose, Goose upon Goose, the true nature and profit of all Geese, the honourable victories of the Gray-Goose-wing, the worthiness of the Pen, the Description of Goosetoft, and Goose Fair, with the valour of the Gander.  By JOHN TAYLOR. 
When restless Phoebus seemed himself to rest  
His flaming Carr, descending to the West,  
And Hesperus obscured her twinkling light:  
Then in a sable mantle (Madam night)  
took of the world the sole command, and keep  
Charming the eyes of mortals found a sleep:  
She sent dull Morpheus forth, and Somnus both,  
(The Leaden Potentates of Sleep and Sloth)  
Who unto every one good rest imparts  
Save Lovers, guilty minds, and careful hearts.  
The stealing hours, creeped on with sleeping pace,  
When masked Midnight showed her Ebon face;  
When Hags, and Furies, Witches, Fairy's, Elves,  
Ghosts, Spirits, & Coblins do disport themselves:  
When send imaginary dreams do reign  
In form less forms, in man's molested brain:  
On such a time, I sleeping in my bed,  
An unaccustomed dream came in any head,  
Me thought as near unto a River's side,  
Within a pleasant Grove I did abide,  
That all the feathered birds that swims or flies,  
Or lives betwixt the breeding earth and skies,  
One at the least of every several sort,  
Did for their recreation there resort.  
There was such a variety of notes,  
Such warbling & such whistling from their throats:  
The Base, the Tenor, Treble, and the Mean,  
All acting various Actions in one Scene:  
The sober Goose (not thinking ought amiss)  
Amongst the rest did (harthly) keake and hisse:  
At which the Peacock, and the pyde-coate lay;  
Said, rake the feolish gaggling Goose away.  
The Goose (though angry) with a modest look,  
Seemed as she gently this affront would brook,  
When all the Fowls in general out did break,  
Commanding her she should not dare to speak,  
Away the meianc holly Goose returned,  
And in a bank of Reed she sat and mourned,  
Complaining against the hateful multitude,  
And justly taxing with Ingratitude  
The Race of all mortality; and then  
Is none (quoth she) turniving amongst men,  
That will my true worth search and understand,  
And in my quarrel take a Pen in hand,  
And in a stately high Heroic style,  
My Predecessors noble Acts compile,  
From age to age descending unto me,  
That my succeeding Issue all may see  
The admirable deeds that I have done,  
And run that worthy course that I have run.  
O impious age, when there is no defence  
For Virtue, and for hated Innocence:  
When Flatterers, Fools, and Fiddlers are rewarded,  
When I must live inpittied, unregarded!  
Me thought these last words ended with a keake  
Of such force, as if her heart would break.  
At which I starting, wakened from my dream,  
And made the Goores wrong, my Muse's theme:  
I arose, put on my clothes, sat down, and than  
I took my Pen in hand, and thus began.  
● From dark oblivious den I here let lose  
Th' imprisoned honour of the famous Goose:  
In her creation and original,  
And after in the Law Leviticall,  
And at all times before and since the Flood,  
Goose hath justly gained the name of good.  
To value her with any other Bird,  
Comparisons are weak and mere absurd:  
First, for her flesh, she is man's daily fare:  
She's good, she's cheap, she's plenty, and she's rare:  
Sake her, or roast her, use her as you will,  
And Cook, her as she should be, she's good still:  
But as great sums are made with little driblets,  
So put the Hare's head against the Goose's giblets;  
And men may piece a dinner up (perhaps)  
Which otherwise would rise with hungry chaps:  
For the old Proverb, I must here apply,  
Good meat men may pick from a Goose's eye.  
She is good fresh, but better two days salted,  
For then she'll try if Ale or Beer be Malted;  
Her grease is excellent (prohatumest)  
For such as numbness in their joints molest:  
For the Sciatica, the Cramp, or Gout  
It either cures or eases, out of doubt.  
mixed with Stavesacre, and Argentum vine,  
●● will not leave a man a Louse alive.  
Her lungs and liver into powder dried,  
And fasting in an Ass' milk applied,  
As an experienced cordial for the Spleen,  
As oftentimes it hath approved been.  
Her brains, with Salt and Pepper, if you blend  
And eat, they will the understanding mend.  
Her Gall, if one be but with drink oppressed,  
Or meat, or fruit, and cannot well digest:  
But swallowed down, and take the another's cup,  
And presently 'twill fetch the rest all up.  
And thus a Goose, for medicine and for food,  
●● have Anatomised exceeding good.  
As for her qualities, whilst she doth live,  
She doth example and instinction give:  
Her modesty, and affability,  
Shows she's descended from Gentility,  
For if they be a hundred in a troop,  
To a Barn door in courtesy they'll stoop.  
How neat & comely they themselves will pick,  
That no one feather out of order stick:  
How gravely they from place to place will waggle,  
And how (like Gossips) freely they will gaggle,  
That sure I think, the fashion of her prate,  
Our wives at Gossip do imitate.  
In 
* A good Goose.  Plinie and in Gesner I do find,  
That Geese are of strange sundry sorts and kind.  
In Scotland there are Geese which grow on Trees,  
(Which much from humane reason disagrees)  
Bred by the Air and Sun's all-quickning fire,  
That ne'er was Egg, nor e'er had Dam or Sire.  
Then there's a Soleand Goose, which they so call,  
Because the female hath but one in all. 
* Books which I never read.   
Sole is as much to say, as be alone,  

* These Soland Geese do breed in a little Island in Scotland, two mile within the Sea, called the Basse, between twenty five and thirty meals beyond Batwick, where they are in such abundance, that the Lord (or Owner) of the Island doth yearly receive for these Geese two hundred pound sterling.  And never Soleand Goose did hatch but one:  
Or else the name of them may well proceed  
From the Dam's foot-sole, whence they all do breed,  
Which in her Claw she holds until it hatch,  
The Gander fetches food, the Goose doth watch.  

The Winchester Goose.  
THen there's a Goose that breeds at Winchester,  
And et all Geese, my mind is least to her:  
For three or four weeks after she is roast.  
She keeps her heat more hotter than a toast.  
She's seldom got or hatched with honesty,  
From Fornication and Adultery,  
From reaking Lust, foul Incest, beastly Rape,  
She hath her birth, her breeding, and her shape.  
Besides Whoremongers, Panders, Bawds & Pimps,  
Whores, Harlots, Courtesans, and such base Imps,  
Luxurious, lecherous Goats, that hunt in Flocks,  
To catch the Glangore, Grincome's, or the Pocks.  
Thus is she got with pleasure, bred with pain,  
And scarce ere comes where honest men remain.  
This Goose is worst of all, yet is most dear,  
And may be had (or heard of) any where.  
A Pander is the Cater to the Feast,  
A Bawd the Kitchen Clerk, to see her dressed.  
A Whore the Cook, that in a pocky heat,  
Can dress a dish fit for the Devil to eat.  
The hot whore-hunter for the Goose doth serve,  
The whilst the Surgeon, and Physician carve.  
The Apothecary gives attendance still,  
For why the sauce lies only in his Bill.  
There hath a Turkey at Newmarket been,  
Which to this Goose was somewhat near a kin:  
And some report, that both these Fowls have seen,  
Their like, that's but a pair of shears between.  
And one of them (to set them only forth)  
Costs more the dressing then they both are worth.  
This Goose is no way to be tolerated,  
Bat of good men to be despised and hated,  
For one of these, if it be let alone,  
Will eat the owner to the very bone.  
Moreover, it from Nature is contrary,  
And from all other creatures doth vary:  
For of all breeding things that I could hear,  
The Males do still beget, and Females bear  
But this hath ever a Dam masculine  
Eagendred by a Father Feminine.  
Quite, wiw waw, differing from all other,  
The Sirs a Female, and a Male the Mother.  
But cease, my Muse, soil not thy purer strain,  
With such contagious mud, rouse, rouse again,  
From this polluted puddle, and once more,  
Take the same Theme in hand thou hadst before.   

The Tailors Goose.  
But yet a little mirth doth make me stay:  
A Tailor's Goose comes wadling in my way,  
A thing I cannot give the Epithet  
Of Male or Female, or Hermaphrodite.  
Of Vulcan's brood it is, whose Dam and Sire,  
Was windy bellowse, smoke, and flaming Fire,  
By Nature it should much delight to lie,  
For in a Forge it had Nativity,  
Yet it with lying doth no hurt commit,  
Stealing is more addicted unto it;  
And yet to Steel it is so near a kin,  
That to be true, it doth opinion win.  
'tis mittlo to the hard back, I am sure,  
And 'tis a dish will ten men's lives endure.  
Be it of age a hundred winters long,  
It is as tender as 'twas when 'twas young.  
A Cook from it can get but slender fees,  
It hath no Gibblets, like to other Geese.  
It neither breeds nor feeds, yet doth this good,  
It doth help others to get clothes and food.  
And of all Geese she's tamest, she's not roam,  
This Goose a man may always have at home.  
'Tis diet only for an Ostrich tooth,  
It cannot cog, yet very much doth smooth.  
It puts down all the Fowls that ere man saw,  
'Tis often roasted, yet 'tis ever raw,  
It is a Bird that every slut may dress,  
It knows no wars, yet every day doth press.  
And to conclude, it is a mess of meat,  
Which whoso can digest it, let him eat.   

The praise of the Grey Goose wing.  
THe Winchester and Tailor's Goose I see,  
Are both too heavy, and too hot for me:  
I will return the honour to Emblaze,  
Of the Grey Goose that on the green doth graze.  
To speak of wand'ring Wild-goose in this place,  
Were (like a Goose) to run the Wild-goose chase:  
The Egyptians did observe their wont guise,  
How in the Sky they flew trianglewise,  
Which with one Corner forward, is their drift,  
Thus figured to cut the Air more swift.  
For me the wild-goose is too high a game.  
My mind is only to the Goose that's tame,  
I in her Flesh's praise have wrote before,  
But yet her Feathers do deserve much more.  
They are of fare more estimate and price  
Then th'ostrich, or the bird of Paradise,  
The Raven, the Crow, the Daw in mourning digital  
The prating Pie attired in black and white,  
The Buzzard, Redshank, Kite, Owl, Gull, & Rook,  
The fabled Phoenix that breeds where (go looke●●  
The Pheasant, Partridge, Turtle, Plover, Pigeon,  
The Woodcock, Woodquist, Woodpecker, & Wi●●  
The jay, the Snipe, the Teal, the Cock, the Hen, sgro  
The Chogh, the Lark, the Lapwing, & the Wren  
The Falkon, the Gerfalkon, Hobby, Marlin,  
The Sparrowhauke, the goshawk, tassel, Starlin,  
The Haggard, Keistrell, Lanneret, Cormorant,  
The Caperkelly, and the Termagant,  
The Bunting, Heathcocke, Crane, and Pelican,  
The Turkey, Mallard, Duck the Stork, the Swan,  
The Pewet, Parrot, and the Popinjay,  
The Eagle, and the Cassawaraway,  
The Sheldrake, Bittour, Black bird, Nightingale,  
The Cuckoo that is always in one tale,  
The Sparrow of the hedge, or of the house,  
The Ringdove, redbreast, and the Tittimouse,  
The Bulunch, Goldfinch, Ringtaile, Wagtail, and  
The Hearne that life's by water and by land:  
The Swallow, Martin, Lennet, and the Thrush,  
The Mavis that sings sweetly in the bush;  
The Morecoote, the Kingfisher, and the Quail;  
The Peacock, with his proud vainglorious tail  
These sorts of Birds that I have named before,  
If they were thrice redoubled three times more,  
And let men value them but as they are,  
They cannot with the Goose (for worth) compeare  
Many of these do feed on Carrion still,  
And still are Carrion, ever being ill,  
Neither in flesh or feathers they afford  
To do man service at his bed or board.  
And some of them yield Plumes, and ornaments  
For Ladies, and for Knightly Tournaments:  
But let these toys be weighed but just and right,  
And they'll be found as vain as they are light.  
Others there are, as Parrots, Stairs, Pies, Daws,  
Are mightily accounted of, because  
They can speak perfect none-sence, prate & chatter  
Feeding the ear: these fowls makes fools these ●●  
Then there are others great, and small in size,  
But great all for the greatness of their price,  
Most pleasantly their flesh men do denoure,  
The sauce lies in the reckoning, sharp and sour  
Some are to sing continually in Cages,  
And get but bread and water for their wages.  
And others, with great pains men do procure  
With cost of Manning, Diet, Hood, Bells, Lure;  
The pleasure's little, and the gain is small,  
Goose for profit doth surprise them all.  
Then with her flesh man's, stomach she hath said,  
She gives him ease and comfort in his bed;  
He yields no whim-whams wavering on his crest,  
●● the relieves him with repose and rest.  
And though the world be hard, she lays him soft,  
He bears the burden, and he lies aloft:  
Let him be drunk, or weary, sick or same,  
●e's semper idem, always one the same.  
●●us to supply our wants, and serve our needs,  
Good meat and lodging from a Goose proceeds.  
Besides she love's not fare abroad to gad,  
●t at all times she's easy to be had;  
As if (to satisfy man's hungry gut)  
●e waited still that he her throat should cut.  
●n need not be at charge for Hawks and Dogs,  
And ride, and run o'er hedge, ditch, mines, & bogs:  
He 's quickly caught, and dressed well, eats as pleasant  
As (far fetched dear bought) Partridge or a Pheasant.  
Throughout the world the Trump of Fame loud rings,  
●●emblaze the glory of the Goose's wings:  
The Roman Eagle ne'er had spread so fare,  
But that the grey Goose was the Conqueror.  
●ostris King of Egypt with her feather,  
●●ain'd storms and showers of Arrows, like foul weather,  
And overcame the jews, th' Assyrians,  
●h' Arabians, Scythians, Germans, Thracians.  
The Huns, the Goths, the Vandals, and the Galls,  
With Arrows made great Rome their several thralls:  
The Philistines were mighty Bowmen all,  
With which they got the conquest of King saul.  
●rus with thousands of his Persians  
With Shafts were slain by the Messagetans,  
Turkes, Tartars, Trojans, and the Parthians,  
●anes, Saxons, Swevians, and Polonians;  
●ea all the Nations the whole world around,  
The gray-Goose-wing hath honoured and renowned.  
But why should I roam fare and wide aloof,  
When our own Kingdom yields sufficient proof?  
But search the Chronicles, it is most plain,  
That the Goose-wing brave conquests did obtain.  
Remember valiant Edward's name (the third)  
How with the wing of this deserving Bird,  
When to small purpose served his Shield or Lance:  
At Cresste he ore-toped the power of France.  
And after that, remember but again  
That Thunderbolt of war, that Mars of men,  
The black Prince Edward, his victorious son,  
How he at Poictiers a brave battle won,  
Where the French King and many Peers were ta'en,  
Their Nobles, and their Gentles most part slain,  
And thirty thousand of their Commons more,  
Lay in the field all weltering in their gore.  
Henry the fift (that memorable King)  
All France did unto his subjection bring,  
When forty thousand of the French men lay  
At Agincount, slain in that bloody fray.  
And though true valour did that conquest win.  
But for the Goose's wing it had not been.  
In these things, and much more than I can say,  
The Goose's feather bore the prize away.  
If I should write all in particular,  
What this rare feather hath achieved in war,  
Into a sea of matter I should run,  
And so begin a work will ne'er be done.  
And thus from time to time it hath appeared,  
How the grey Goose hath bravely domineered:  
With swiftly cutting through the empty sky,  
Triumphantly transporting victory  
From land to land, offending and defending  
The Conquest on the Arrows still depending.  
Our English Yeomen, in the days of old,  
Their names and fames have worthily extolled  
Witness that Leath, that stout admired three,  
Brave Adam Bell, Clim Clough, Will Clowdeslee.  
I could capitulate, and write upon  
Our English Robin Hood, and little john,  
How with this feather they have won renown,  
That evermore their memories shall crown.  
And e'er the Devil these damned Guns devised,  
Or hellish powder here was exercised,  
With the Goose-wing we did more honour get,  
More nobly gained, than Guns could ever yet.  
And how hath Vice our worthy Land infected,  

* Some thing in praise of the exercise of shooting.  Since Archery hath been too much neglected?  
The time that men in shooting spent before,  
Is now (perhaps) perverted to a Whore,  
Or bowling, swearing, drink, or damned Dice,  
Is now most Gentlemanlike exercise.  
But for these few that in those days remain,  
Who are addicted to this shooting vein,  
Let men but note their worthy disposition,  
And we shall see they are of best condition,  
Free honest spirits, such as men may trust,  
In all their actions, constant, true, and just.  
It is a thing I have observed long,  
An Archers mind is clear from doing 
* For the most part this is general.  wrong:  
It is a 
* K. Henry the 8. did with the consent of the 2. estates in the Parliament, enact a Stature, for shooting● which Statute is still of force, though not in use.  note worthy respect, and mark,  
An Archer is no base defamed Shark,  
Not given to pride, to covetousness, or  
To swearing, which all good men do abhor,  
Nor doth he exercise, or take delight,  
To cheat, to cog, to lie, and to backebite,  
But with most loving friendly conversation,  
He practiseth this manly recreation.  
There was a Statute in th'eight Henries reign,  
Which Statute yet doth in full force remain,  
And as it stands in force, so doth my Muse  
With that it were observed, and kept in use.  
Within these few years (I to mind do call)  
The Yeomen of the Guard were Archers all,  
A hundred at a time I oft have seen,  
With Bows & Arrows ride before the 
* Queen Elizabeth.  Queen,  
Their Bows in hand, their Quivers on their shoulders,  
Was a most stately show to the beholders:  
And herein, if men rightly do observe,  
The Arrows did for two good uses serve:  
First for a show of great magnificence,  
And trusty weapons for to guard their Prince.  
Prince Charles (our hope of Britain's happiness)  
Doth his affection oftentimes express:  
With many Noble men of worthy race,  
Do with their best performance, shooting grace:  
And long may these 
* The Highland-men or Red-shanks in Scotland, are exceeding good archers.  superior Worthies live,  
Example to th'inferior sort to give,  
That though this exercise be much declined,  
May some supporters and defenders find.  
King saul's brave son (truehearted jonathan)  

* 2 Sam. 1. 18.  David's true friend, a Prince, a valiant man,  
Did in this noble quality excel,  
As the true story of his life doth tell.  
King David made a Law, and did command,  
That shooting should be taught within this land.  
Thus from true Histories we plainly see,  
That shooting is of great antiquity:  
And that the glory of the Goose's wings  
Hath been advanced by Princes, Lords, and Kings,  
And that yet Princes, Peers, and Potentates,  
And best of all conditions, and estates.  
Do give to Archery the praise and prize  
Of the best, manly, honest exercise.   

The praise of the Goose's Quill.  
ANd thus for shooters having showed my skill,  
I'll now say somewhat for the Goose's Quill.  
Great Mars his Train of Military men  
I leave, and turn the Shaft into a Pen:  
The Goose's feather acteth sundry parts,  
And is an Instrument both of Arms and Arts.  
Many divine and heavenly mysteries,  
And many memorable Histories  
Had with blind Ignorance been overgrown,  
And (were't not for the Pen) had ne'er been known.  
The Muse's might in Parnass hill have stayed,  
Their fames had ne'er been through the world displayed  
But that the Goose's Quill with full consent,  
Was found to be the fittest Instrument  
To be their Nuntius, and to disperse  
Their glory through the spacious Universe.  
Grammar (that of all Science is the ground)  
Without it in forgetfulness were drowned,  
And Rhetoric (the sweet rule of eloquence)  
Through the Goose Quill distils its Quintessence  
Logic with definitions (I am sure)  
Were nothing, or else very much obscure:  
Astronomy would lie, or lie forgot  
And scarce remembered, or regarded not;  
Arithmetic would err exceedingly,  
Forgetting to divide and multiply:  
Geometry would lose the Altitude,  
The craslic Longitude and Latitude:  
And Music in poor case would be o'erthrown,  
But that the Goose Quill pricks the Lessons down  
Thus all the liberal Sciences are still  
In general beholding to the Quill.  
Embassages to fare remoted Princes.  
Bonds, Obligations, Bills, and Evidences,  
Letters 'twixt foe and foe, or friend and friend,  
To gratulate, instruct, or reprehend,  
Assurances, where faith and troth is scant,  
To make the faithless to keep covenant;  
The Potent weapon of the reverend Law,  
That can give life or death, save, hang, or draw,  
That with a Royal, or a noble dash,  
Can from the King's Exchequer fetch the Cash.  
To most shopkeepers it a reckoning makes,  
What's got or lost, what he lays out, or takes:  
Without the Goose a Scrivener were a fool,  
Her Quill is all his only working tool:  
And sure a Goose is of a wondrous nature,  
Contrary to each other living creature,  
Things that in water, earth, or air have growth,  
And feed and live, bite only with the mouth:  
But the Goose with sophisticated skill,  
Doth bite most dangerously with her quill,  
Yet is she free from prodigality,  
And most of all bites partiality:  
She oft with biting makes a Knight a debtor,  

* A shrewd biting beast.  And rankle to a Beggar, little better.  
She oft hath bit a Gallant from his land  
With quick conveyance, and by slight of hand:  
Sometimes his biting is as durable,  
As is a Gangrene most incurable,  
And many that into her fangs do fall,  
Do take the Counters for their Hospital;  
A Forger, or a Villain that forswears,  
Or a false-witness, she bites off their ears:  
On me her power she many times hath shown,  
And made me pay more debts than were mine o●●●  
Thus doth her Quill bite more than do her chaps,  
To teach fools to beware of after-claps.  
They say in Latin that a Goose's name  
●● ANSER, which made in Anagram,  
SNARE, in English, which doth plain declare,  
That she to fools and knaves will be a snare. 
* Hereupon began the Proverbes, of good Goose bite not. ,  
●deede she oft hath been a snare to me,  
My self was in the fault, alas not she.   

The memorable honour of the Goose saving the Capitol at Rome.  
But now to show her neverdying name,  
And how at Rome she won deserving fame:  
When barbarous Brennus, cruel King of Galls,  
And wasted Italy, and razed Rome's Walls:  
When devastation did depopulate,  
With sword and furious fire the Roman state.  
When many a throat was tyrannously cut,  
And all the City to the sack was put:  
When many of the Citizens did fly  
unto the Capitol to live and dye,  
Whereas the Image of great jupiter,  
The rip rap, thwick thwack thumping thunderer)  
Was of refined gold, adorned, adored,  
Where helpless fools, poor helpless help implored.  
The Capitol a goodly building was,  
And did (for strength) by Art and Nature Pass,  
So that the people that were there within,  
Thought it impregnable, that none could win:  
But slender watch upon the walls they kept,  
And (thinking all secure) secure they flept,  
They thought joves' Statue, and his Temple there,  
Was a sure guard, that foes they need not fear:  
But jove these dangers did not understand,  
Or else he had some other work in hand:  
Perhaps poor Io like a Cow in shape,  
He like a Bull then wronged with beastly rape,  
Or like a Swan for Leada, he thought fit,  
In that fowls form, that foul fault to commit:  
Perchance that time fair Danae to entrap,  
He reigned bewitching gold into her lap;  
He then (perhaps) did to Alemena go,  
And made a Cuckold of Amphitryo,  
Or else to Semele that time he came,  
And burned his burning love with lightning's flame,  
Perhaps with H●●● he the Ram did play,  
Or with Egripa toyed the time a way,  
Mu●●●●sine he could not let alone,  
Or he to Hib●●● that time was gone,  
●t may be to An●●●●pa he went,  
Or to Aster●● for his more content,  
Or it may be he lay within his bed,  
And played and fooled with wanton Ganymede:  

* jupiter could not or would not help to defend the Capitol, or else like many brave whoremasters, he had more mind of his lechery then his honour: so that had it not been for the Goose, his golden Image had been taken prisoner by the enemy. Cornelius Agrippa, in his vanity of Sciences. page 137. Cap. 81.  But whither jupiter that time was got,  
He to defend the Capitol was not,  
Unless he were transformed wondrous strange,  
And to a Goose's shape his Godhead change:  
For all the Guard were sleeping at that time,  
When as the armed Galls the walls did climb.  
Then when the Watch did to destruction sleep,  
The careful Goose true sentinel did keep,  
She spied the foe, and keaked out an Alarm,  
At which the Sleepers waked, & cried, Arm, Arm:  
Then they their Enemies in fury slew,  
Which down the battlements in heaps they threw.  
And thus a Goose the honour did obtain.  
To save the Romans, which had else been slain:  
And to preserve the famous Capital,  
And set Rome free from the insulting Gall.  
The Roman General that time, as then  
Was manly Manlius, a stout man of men,  
The Senate gratefully did raise anon,  
An Altar with a golden Goose thereon;  
And for the Goose's service had been such,  
They allowed almes-Oares from the common Hutch,  
For old and sick decayed Geese to feed,  
In memory of that brave Goose's deed.  
Why should the Eagle be the Bird of jove,  
When as the Goose deserveth so much love?  
'Tis plain and evident the Goose was cause,  
That all Rome 'scaped from speedy Martial laws.  
Yet did the Romans (like ingrateful Nags)  
Advance an eagle's portrait in their Flags,  
When as Cornelius Agrippa says,  
The Goose deserved it more by many ways.  
Now having done the Capitol Goose right,  
I'll try ● some other ways to bree delight.   

Goostoft in Lincolnshire.  
IN Lincolnshire an ancient Town doth stand,  
Called Goostoft, that hath neither fallowed Land,  
Or Woods, or any fertile pasture ground,  
But is with marry Fens encompassed round.  
The people there have neither Horse or Cow,  
Nor Sheep, nor Ox, or Ass, nor Pig, or Sow:  
Nor Cream, Curds, Whig, Whey, Buttermilk or Cheese,  
Nor any other living thing but Geese.  
The Parson of the Parish takes great pains,  
And tithe Geese only, are his labours gains:  
If any charges there must be defrayed,  
Or Impositions on the Town is laid,  
As Subsidies, or fifteen for the King,  
Or to mend Bridges, Churches, any thing.  
Then those that have of Geese the greatest store,  
Must to these Taxes pay so much the more.  
Nor can a man be raised to Dignity,  
But as his Geese increase and multiply.  
And as men's Geese do multiply and breed,  
From Office unto office they proceed.  
A man that hath but with twelve Geese began,  
In time hath come to be a Tythingman:  
And with great credit past that Office through  
(His Geese increasing) he hath been Headborough.  
Then (as his Flock in number are accounted)  
Unto a Constable, he hath been mounted.  
And so from place to place he doth aspire,  
And as his Geese grow more he's raised higher.  
'tis only Geese there that do men prefer,  
And 'tis a rule, no Geese, no Officer.  
At Hunnibourne, a Town in Warwickshire,  
What Gogmagog Gargantna Geese are there,  
For take a Goose that from that place hath been,  
That's lean, and nought but feathers, bones & skin,  
And bring her thither, and with little cost  
she'll be as fat as any Bawd, almost.  
For take four Geese, and with a like expense,  
Feed one there, and the others two miles thence,  
And she that feeds at Hunnibourne shall be  
More worth in weight & price, than th'other three.  
She shall with flesh unable be to go,  
I cannot yield the Reason, but 'tis so 
* A Woman's Reason.    

Goose Fair at Stratford Bow, the Thursday after Whitsonside.  

AT Bow the Thursday after Pentecost,  
There is a Fair of Green Geese, ready roast,  

* The Description of Green-goose. Fair  Where as a Goose is very dogcheape there,  
The Sauce is only somewhat sharp and dear,  
There (o'er they scarce have feathers on their back)  
By hundreds and by heaps they go to wrack,  
There is such Baking, roasting, broiling, boiling,  
Such swearing, drabbing, dancing, dicing, toiling,  
Such shifting, sharking, cheating, smoking, stinking,  
Such Gormondizing, cramming, guzzling, drinking:  
As if the world did run on wheels away,  
Or all the Devils in hell kept Holiday.  
And as Herbs, Flowers and Weeds together grow,  
So people are that day at Stratford Bow,  
There sits a Cheater with a simple Gull,  
And there an honest woman, there a Trull,  
Yonder a Fiddler daubed with grease and Ale,  
And there an Ass telling an idle tale.  
There's one a Roasting, yonder's one a Stewing,  
And yond's one drinks until he fall a spewing:  
There's a kind Cuckold with his Wife doth ●●d●  
To exercise the office of a Pander,  
His Pimpship with his Punk despite the home,  
Eat Gosling giblets in a fort of Corne.  
There is ran tan Tom Tinker and his Tib,  
And there's a juggler with his fingers glib.  
There throngs a Cutpurse, with his working tool,  
And there's gallant Coxcomb, there's Fools  
There's four or five together by the ears,  
And tumble in the Dirt like Dogs and Bears.  
One staggering there hath got the drunken yox,  
And there one swaggering fast within the Stocks  
Thus with these Gadeymaufry humours still,  
These Linsy-wolsie postures Good and ill,  
These mingle mangle, motley toys they spend  
The time, till night doth make them homew●●●  
Than they return as wise as Geese away,  
For whom so many Geese were slain that day. W●●●.  
They brought both wit & money with them thithe,  
But with the Geese 'tis all devoured together.  
And if they were but taught as well as fed,  
More Coin were saved, and many a wiser head.   

Thus (as my Muse is able) I have told  
How that a Goose's use is manifold.  
How many several sorts of Geese there are,  
Some wild, some tame, some too near some too far  
How from her flesh and entrailes, it is plain,  

* Food, Physic, Lodging, Arts, Arms, and good Society all from a Goose.  Good food and Physic daily we obtain:  
How freely she doth play the true Upholster,  
And fill with Feathers, pillows, bed and bolster.  
And how in many an honourable War,  
The grey Goose wing hath been the vanquisher.  
The necessary uses of her Quill,  
How to the good 'tis good, Ill to the ill.  
And Shooting here (according to my love)  
To be a noble Exercise I prove.  
And how the Goose Rome's Capitol did save,  
(As says the Story) I described have.  
And now let men examine well and try,  
If any Bird in water, earth, or sky,  
Or all in general together are,  
With the good Goose (for worth) to make Compare.  
Many absurdly, idle, foolish, base,  
Will call a man a Goose in foul disgrace:  
When if men rightly understood the same,  
A man is honoured with a Goose's name.  
For though the Eagle be of Birds the King,  
Yet 'tis a ravenous, greedy hurtful thing.  
And he that with that title me should call,  
I had as leive he called me Thief with all.  
She while she life's doth yield relief to many,  
And alive or dead, beholding not to any.  
She hath maintained ten thousand men,  
With food, & Physic, Lodging, Shafts and Pen,  
And lastly (not to charge them any wuyes)  
Her own Quill here, writes her own worthy praise.  
Because a Goose is common, and not dear,  
She amongst fools is small esteemed here.  
So Black berries, that grow on every briar,  
Because theyare plenty, few men do desire:  
Spanish Potatoes are accounted dainty,  
And English Persneps are course meat, though plenty.  
But if these Berries or those Roots were scant,  
They would be thought as rare, through little want,  
That we should eat them, and a price allow,  
As much as Strawberryes, and Potatoes now.  
Why Bread is common, having still our fill  
We think not on, because we have it still:  
But if we want Bread, than we do remember,  
We want the ground work of our belly timber.  
The Light is common, which few think upon,  
Till Night doth put her blindfold muffler on,  
And all attired in mourning black as pitch,  
Then men miss light, and tumble in the Ditch.  
So should we want a Goose's Flesh and Feather,  
The quantity of but five years together:  
We than should all confess with one consent,  
How that a Goose were superexcellent.  
Many good blessings we too much forget,  
'Cause they are near and cheap, not fare to fet.  
Me thinks I hear some Cuckoo, or some jay,  
Some Daw, some Pie, some Gull, or Buzzard say,  
That I have given the Goose her worthy style,  
But have forgot the Gander all this while.  
He give them Answer (though they merit none)  
●● do include both sexes under one,  
'tis known to every perfect understander,  
A Goose is much superior to a Gander.  
For though a man, a Mare or Gelding stride,  
We briefly say, he doth on Horseback ride:  
And though a Gelding be the beast that bore,  
We call't a Horse, that's neither Horse or Mare  
So Ganders under name of Geese do go,  
The Goose's worthiness deserves it so.  
Once I remember, Riding on my way  
In Berkshire, near unto a Town called Bray,  
I on my journey as I passed along,  
Road by a Goose, a Gander and their young:  
(I neither minding them nor yet their Crew)  
The Gander in my face with fury flew,  
Who in his fierce encounter was more hot,  
Then if he had been Spanish Don Quixot.  
But sure himself so bravely he did bear,  
Because his Love and Lady Goose was there:  
And 'twas a spuire his Chivalry unto,  
To have his sweet heart see what he did do.  
My Horse he started, to the ground I went,  
Dismounted in that (Ganderous) tournament.  
I should say Dangerous, but sure I am  
That GANDEROUS is a DANGEROUS Anagram.  
The Gander was mine enemy, what tho,  
I'll honour worthy Valour in my foe.  
He Tilted bravely, and in lieu of it,  
The Goose's Quill, the Gander's praise hath writ.  
Thus for the Goose I having done my best,  
My toiled Muse retires unto her rest:  
I'll shut my Inkhorn, and put up my Pen,  
So take my Goose amongst you, gentlemans.     
FINIS.   


TO THE FISHMONGERS, AND BUTCHERS, GREETING.  
FRiendly, frolic, frank, freehearted, famous flourishing Fishmongers; And brave, bold, battering, Beefe-braining Butchers, to both your Companies in general I wish health and happinessed acknowledge you to be Haberdafhers for the belly, & I wish a plentiful increase of good appetites and hungry stomaches, that every one in their calling may prove valiant of their teeth, whereby you may feed merrily by the profit you receive bynimble-choped feeders. I have plainly and briefly set down jack a Lents good deeds and his bad, his friends and his foes, the great need and necessity that we have of his coming once a year into this Kingdom, and the great pity that he is no better entertained and observed. And though it be written in a merry style, yet I dare presume that mirth and truth walk together in it. In a word, read it if you like, and judge it as you lift, please yourselves and I am pleased: and let I. S. hold jacke a Lents stirrup whilst he alights, for of all men I have most reason to prefer him for a trick he shown me lately. So I rest yours ever, and his as fare as he dares swear for twelvepences.  
JOHN TAYLOR.   

JACK A LENT HIS BEGINNING AND ENTERTAINMENT: with the mad pranks of his Gentleman-usher Shrove-tuesday that goes before him, and his Footman Hunger attending.  

OF jacke an Apes I lift not to indite,  
Nor of jack Daw my Goose's quill shall write:  
Of jacke of Newberry I will not repeat,  
Nor jacke of both sides, nor of Skip-Iacke neat.  
To praise the Turnspit jacke my Muse is mum,  
Nor of the entertainment of jacke Drum  
●e not rehearse: nor of jacke, Dag, jacke Date,  
jacke fool, or jacke a Dandy, I relate:  
Nor of Black jacks at gentle Buttery bars,  
Whose liquor oftentimes breeds household wars:  
Nor jacke of Do●er that Grand jury jacke,  
Nor jacke Sauce (the worst knave amongst the pack.)  
But of the jack of jacks, Great jacke a Lent,  
To write his worthy acts is my intent;  
How he's attended with a mess of jacks,  
Whose fame my Artless weak invention cracks,  
jacke Hirring and jacke Sprat, jacke Strawe, jacke Cade,  
These are the jacks with which my pen must trade.   
TO speak of the original of this jacks, or from whence the name of jack hath derivation, I think it not impertinent to show you: Therefore I would have all men understand that jack is no Christian, nor was ever baptised, but is sprung (like a Musrom) out of the corruption of the name of john; for before, john's were, I did never find mention of any jacks except black jacks: and there was an old courteous Epithet attributed to john (as gentle john) but now so many jacks are made Gentles, that most johns and jacks make no further account of Gentility then glorious Titles and gaudy Sures: so much for jack.  
Now for the name and beginning of Lent (as near as I can I will describe) the word Lent doth signify, a thing borrowed: for except a thing be borrowed, how is it lent? & being lent, it follows by consequence that it was borrowed. But from whom it was so free of the loan of this Lent, that would be known.  
First than you must conceive, that the true Etymology, or ancient name of this Lent, is Lean-tide, which being Anagramatized (Landit) for the chiefe●prouision that he is furnished withal being fish, and such seafaring fare, that except he land it, there will be but cold take in the fish markets: for jack a Lent hath no society, affinity or propinquity with flesh and blood, and by reason of his leanness (as Nymshag an acient Utopian Philosopher declares in his Treatise of the Antiquity of Gingerbread, Lib. 7. Pag. 30000.) he should have been a foot man to a Prince of that Empire named Lurguish Haddernot; but Lent shown him the trick of a right footman, and ran away from him faster than an Irish Lackquey, and from that time to this was never seen in Utopia. Besides, he hath the Art of Legerdemain beyond all the jugglers in Egypt or Europe, for with a trick that he hath, he is in England, Scotland, France, Ireland, and the most part of the Christian world at one and the self same time, yet for all this nimbleness and quick agility, he was never seen to swear, which is no marvel, because he hath not any fat or pinguidity in his incorporeal corpse. He hath a wise named Fasting, as lean as himself, yet sure I think she is as honest as barren: but it were very dangerous for an Epicure or a Puritan to have a bastard by her, for there were no other hope, but that the father of the brat (if it should prove male) would tutor it in all disobedience against both Lent and Fasting: for although Lent and Abstinence be but forty days endurance, yet to these valiant men of their teeth it seems forty years, for they put the Letter (e) into the word Fast, and turn it into Feast. And though a man eat fish till his guts crack, yet if he eat no flesh he fasts, because he eats as fast as he can. For the word Fast is to be taken in many senses, as to fast from feeding, and to feed fast, to be bown to fast, and to be bound fast.  
The Fast from feeding is diverse ways performed.  

1 Some there are that fast for pure devotion, with a zealous abstinence from any kind of corporal food for a space, because they will bring down and curb their unbridled affections, and tame their fleshly desires, that so the exercise of spiritual contemplation may be the more servant, their repentance more unfeigned, and their prayers more acceptable.  
2 Another Fast is hypocritical or sophistical, as a holy Maid that enjoined herself to abstain four days from any meat whatsoever, and being locked up close in a room, she had nothing but her two Books to feed upon, but the Books were two painted Boxes, made in the form of great Bibles with clasps and bosses, the inside not having one word of God in them, nor any fault escaped in the printing, but the one well filled with Suckets, and sweet meats, and the other with Wine, upon which this devout Votary did fast with zealous meditation, eating up the contents of one Book, and drinking contentedly the other.   
Then there is a Fast called in spite of your teeth, and that is, Will ye nill ye, when a man's stomach is in Folio, and knows not where to have a dinner in Decimo sexto. This Fast I have often met withal at the Court, and at diverse great men's houses, not because there hath wanted meat, but because some haue wanted manners, and I have wanted impudence.  
But jack a Lents Fast is otherwise then ●●●● these, for I am as willing to fast with him as ●●●● feast with Shrovetide: for he hath an army ●●●● various dishes, an host of diverse fishes, with fallets, sauces, sweet meats, Wine, Ale Beer, fruit, roots, Reasons, Almonds, Spices ● with which I have often (and care not much to do more often) made as good a shift●●●●●● fast, and with as good a zeal performed it, as a Brownist will go to blow upon a Christmas day.  
Thus having showed the original of this jack, it follows next, that I declare his yearly entertainrment into this I'll of Great Britain, what privileges he hath, to whom he is best welcome, who are glad of his departure, what friends or foes he hath, and when he inhabiteth all the year after his going from hence.  
Always before Lent there comes wadling fat gross bursten-gutted groom, called Shrove-tuesday, one whose manners shows, that he is better fed then taught: and indeed he is the only monster for feeding amongst all the days of the year, for he denoures more f●●● in fourteen hours, than this whole Kingdom doth (or at the least should do) in ●●●● week's after: such boiling and broiling, such roasting and toasting, such stewing, and brewing, such baking, frying, mincing, cutting carving, devouring, and gorbellyed gurmond dizing, that a man would think people did take in two months' provision at once into their paunches, or that they did ballast their bellies with meat for a voyage to Constantinople, or ●●●● the West Indies.  
Moreover, it is a goodly fight to see how the Cooks in Great men's Kitchens, do fry in their master's suet, and sweat in their own grease, that if ever a Cook be worth the ●●●●ting it is when Shrove-tuesday is in town, for he is so stewed and larded, roasted, basted, and almost over-roasted, that a man may eat the rawest bit of him and never take a surfeit. In a word, they are that day extreme choleric, and too hot for any man to meddle with, being Monarches of the Marow-bones, Marquesses of the Mutton, Lords high Regent's of the Spit and the Kettle, Barons of the Gridiron, and sole Commanders of the Frying-pan. And all this hurly burly, is for no other purpose but to stop the mouth of this Land-wheale Shrove-tuesday. At whose entrance in the morning, all the whole Kingdom is in quiet, but by that time the clock strikes eleven, which (by the help of a knavish Sexton) is commonly before nine, then there is a bell rung, called The Pancake Bell, the sound whereof makes thousands of people distracted, and forgetful either of manner or humanity: Then there is a thing clad wheaten flower, which the sulphory Necromantic Cooks do mingle with water, eggs, spice, and other tragical magical enchantments, and then they put it by little and little, into a Frying-pan of boiling suet, where it makes a confused dismal hissing (like the Learnean Snakes in the reeds of Acheron, Stix or Phlegeton) until at last by the skill of the Cook, it is transformed into the form of a Flapjack, which in our translation is called a Pancake, which ominous incantation the ignorant people do devour very greedily (having for the most part well dined before:) but they have no sooner swallowed that sweet candyed bait, but strait their wits forsake them, and they run stark mad, assembling in routs and throngs numberless of ungoverned numbers, with uncivil civil commotions.  
Then Tim Tatters (a most valiant villain) with an Ensign made of a piece of a Baker's malkin fixed upon a Broomstaff, he displays his dreadful colours, and calling the ragged Regiment together, makes an illiterate Oration, stuffed with most plentiful want of discretion: the conclusion whereof is, that somewhat they will do, but what they know not. Until as last comes marching up another troop of Tarterdemalians, proclaiming wars against no matter who, so they may be doing. Then these youths armed with cudgels, stones, hammers, rules, trowels, and handsaws, put Play houses to the sack, and Bawdy-houses to the spoil, in the quarrel breaking a thousand quarrels (of glass I mean) making ambitious brickbats break their necks, tumbling from the tops of lofty chimneys, terribly untyling houses, ripping up the bowels of featherbeds, to the enriching of upholsters, the profit of Plasterers, and Dirtdawbers, the game of Glasiers, joiners, Carpenters, Tilers and Bricklayers. And which is worse, to the contempt of justice: for what avails it for a Constable with an army of reverend iusty Billmen to command peace to these beasts, for they with their pockets in stead of Pistols, well charged with stoneshot, discharge against the Image of Authority, whole volleys as thick as hail, which robustions repulse puts the better sort to the worse part, making the band of unscowred Halberdiers retire faster than ever they came on, and show exceeding discretion in proving tall men of their heels. Thus by the unmannerly manners of Shrove-tuesday Constables are baffled, Bawds are banged, Punks are pillaged, Panders are plagued, and the chief Commanders of these valorous villiacoes, for their reward for all this confusion, do in conclusion purchase the inheritance of a jail, to the commodity of jailors, and discommodity to themselves, with a fearful expectation that Tyburn shall stop their throats, and the Hangman take possession of their coats, or that some Beadle in bloody Characters shall imprint their faults on their shoulders. So much for Shrove-tuesday, jacke-a-lents Gentleman Usher, these have been his humours in former times, but I have some better hope of reformation in him hereafter, and indeed I wrote this before his coming this year 1617. not knowing how he would behave himself, but tottering betwixt Despair and Hope, I leave him.  
Shrove-tuesday having played these parts aforesaid, doth Exit, and next day Lent gins to enter, who is entertained by a grave, formal, Reverend Statesman, called Civil Policy: But you must understand that Lent would very fain take up his lodging here with Religion, but Religion will not be acquainted with him, and therefore Civil Policy hath the managing of the business. But it is a wonder to see what Munition and Artillery the Epicures, and Cannibal Flesh-eaters do provide to oppose Lent, and keep him out at the staffs end, as whole barrels of powdered beef blow him up, tubs of Pork to pistol and shoot him through with his kindred hunger, famine, and desolation, Baricadoes of Bacon, as strong and impregnable Bulwarks against invasive battery. Which Civil Policy perceiving, causeth Proclamations strait to be published for the establishing of Lents Government, but then to see how the Butchers (like silenced Schismatics) are dispersed, some riding into the Country to buy Oxen, Kine, Calves, Sheep and Lambs, leaving their wives, men and maids, to make provision of Pricks for the whole year in their absence: some again of the inferior sort do scout into Stables, Privies, Sellers, Sir Francis Drakes Ship at Detford, my Lord Mayor's Barge, and diverse secret and unsuspected places, and there they make private Shambles with kilcalfe cruelty, and Sheepe-slaughtering murder, to the abuse of Lent, the deceiving of the Informers, and the great grief of every zealous Fishmonger.  
For indeed Lent in his own nature is no bloodsucker, nor cannot endure any bloodshed; and it is his intent, that the Bull, the Ox, the Ram, the Goat, the Buck, or any other beast, should be free to live in any Corporation without molestation: it is Lents intent, that the innocent Lamb, and Essex Calf, should survive to wear the crest of their Ancestors: that the Goose, the Buzzard, the Widgeon, and the Woodcock, may walk fearless in any market Town, check by io●e with a Headborow, or a Tithingman.  

The Cutthroats Butchers, wanting throats to cut,  
At Lents approach their bloody Shambles shut:  
For forty days their tyranny doth cease,  
And men and beasts take truce and live in peace:  
The Cow, the Sow, the Ewe may safely feed.  
And lough, grunt, bleat, and fructify and breed,  
Cocks, Hens, & Capons, Turkey, Goose, & Widgeon,  
Hares, Coneys, Pheasant, Partridge, Plover, Pigeon,  
All these are from the breakeneck Poulter's paws  
Secured by Lent, and guarded by the laws,  
The goring Spits are hanged for fleshly sticking,  
And then Cook's fingers are not worth the licking.   
But to recount the numberless Army that Lent doth conduct, the great Munition and Artillery that he hath to withstand those that gainstand him, his weapons of offence and defence, and variety of hostile Accoutrements that his host is armed withal: if I should write all these things, my memory must be boundless, because my work would be endless. First, marches Sir Laurence Ling, with his Regiment, an ancient Seafaring Gentleman: next follows Colonel Cod, oftentimes bleeding fresh in the Battle: then comes Captain Stockfish, a well beaten Soldier, and one that is often proved to endure much; Sir Salmon Salt, in a pitiful Pickle valiantly abides the conflict, and Gilbert Gubbins all to tatters like a ragged soldier many times pieces out a broken supper. The majestical king of Fishes, the heroical most magnificent Herring armed with white and red, keeps his Court in all this hurly-burly, not like a tyrannical tear throat in open arms, but like wise Dtogenes in a Barrel, where if any of his Regiments either do or take injury, though he want the sword of justice, yet he hath the scales, which I imagine he carries not for nought. The great Lord Treasurer to this mighty Prince (old Oliver Cob) is very inward with him, and knows more of his secrets then all his Privy Counsel beside: & when his hard-rowd Master means to show himself in his red bloody colours, then in fury he associates himself with two notorious Rebels, jacke Straw, and jacke Cade, who do encompass him round, and beleaguer him on each side, guarding his person from the fury of wind and weather.  
The wet Fishmongers all this while (like so many Executioners) unkennel the salt Ecles from their briny Ambuscadoes, and with marshal Law hang them up: the Stockfish having tried a terrible action of battery is condemned to be drowned, the Ling, Gaberdine, Greenefish, and Colefish, are drawn and quartered into poles, backs, and tails, and (like Rebels in Ireland) hanged with a with: nay the King of fishes himself cannot escape, but ●●●yrannically broiled upon a Gridiron. Then comes jacke-sauce with a spoon creeping out of a Mustard pot, armed in a pewter saucer, a desperate fellow, and one that dares take Davy Ap Diggon, or Shone Ap Morgan, by the nose, and many times (with the spirit of Teuxbury) he will make a man weep being most merry, and take the matter in snuff being well pleased  

The Whiting, Rotcher, Gournet, and the Mop,  
The Seat and Thorneback, in the net doth drop:  
The pide-coat Mackerel, Pilchard, Sprat, and Sole,  
To serve great lacka Lent amain do trole.   
In the Rearward comes Captain Crab, Lieutenant Lobster, (whose catching claws always puts me in mind of a Sergeant) the blushing Prawne, the well-armed Oyster, the Scollop, the Wilke, the Mussel, Cockle, and the Perewinkle, these are hot shots, Venereal provocators, fishy in substance, and fleshly in operation. The poor Anchove is pitifully peppered in the fight, whilst the Sturgeon is leged ranted, and iold about the ears, and in conclusion, without dissembling eaten with Fennell the Emblem of flattery: But the An●houe is oftentimes revenged upon his eaters, for being devoured raw, he broils in their stomaches so hotly, that before the heat be quenched the eaters are drenched in the blood of Bacchus, Sack and Claret, that though a man be as wise as a Constable at his entrance, his wit sometimes is so shrunk in the ●wetting, that he may want the understanding of an Ass.  
Then there are a crew of neere-bred freshwater soldiers, our Thamessisians, our Comrades of Barking, our Eastern, and Western River-rovers, these youths are brought and caught by whole shoals, for indeed they are no fighters, but mere white-livered, heartless runaways, like the Turks Asapye, that if the Fishermen (like diligent Catchpoles) did not watch narrowly to catch them by hook and by crook, by line and leisure, Lent might gape for Gudgeons, Roach and Dace, were it not for these Netmongers, it is no flat lie to say, the Flounder might lie flat in his watery Cabin, and the Eel (whose slippery tail put me in mind of a formal Courtiers promise) would wriggle up and down in his muddy habitation, which would be a great discommodity for schoolboys, through the want of scourges to whip Jigs and Towne-Tops.  

The bream, the Lamprey, Barbell, But, and Pike,  
Secure might keep the River, Pond, and Dike:  
Carp, Tench, Perch, Smelts, would never come to land,  
But for Nets, Angles, and the Fisher's hand:  
And bawsing queans that use to sell and buy,  
Would cry, because they want where with to cry.   
To speak of the honesty of Fishermen, and the account that we ought to make of their Calling, it was the faculty of Simon, Andrew, james and john, the blessed Apostles, and by a common Rule, all Fishermen must be men singularly endued, and possessed with the virtue of patience, for the Proverb, says, If you swear you shall catch no fish, and I myself have been an eyewitness, when seven or eight Anglers have employed their best Art and industry two hours, and in the end they have not been able to share one Gudgeon or a Bleak amongst them all, the cause hath been, either there was no fish to be caught, or else one impatient fellow of the Company hath sworn away good luck.  
I could run ten Kingdoms (or Reams) of paper out of breath, in the praise of this lean jacke, and his spawns (Ember weeks, Fridays, and fasting days) But I suppose there are none more sorrowful in the time of his being here then Gentlemen and Gentlewomen, for through the Royal Court, the Inns of Court, the City and Country, all the better sort wear mourning black as long as Lent is in Town: But so soon as he is gone, than they change colours, and feast, banquet, revel, and make merry, as if the Land were freed from some notorious Termagant Monster, some murdering Plague, or some devouring Famine.  
The Bakers metamorphose their trade from one shape to another, his round halfpenny loaves are transformed into square wigs, (which wigs like drunkards are drowned in their Ale) the Rolls are turned to Simnels, in the shape of Bread-pyes, and the light puffed up four cornered Bun, doth show that the knavery of the Baker is universal, in Asia, Europa, Africa, and America: for since Colliers & Scriveners have purchased the possession of the Pillory from them, their light bread brings in heavy gains, where if by chance a Batch or a Basket full being examined by the scales of justice, & the Bread committed to Newgate for want of weight, and the Baker to the Counter for lack of conscience, yet he knows he shall out again, and with a trick that he hath, in one week he will recover the consumption of his purse again, by his moderate light handling of the medicine of meal, Yeast, and Water.  
But now suppose that Palme-sunday is passed, and that you see Lent, and both the Fish-streets sing loath to departed, whilst every Fishmonger wrings his hands, and by the reason of cold take, beats himself into a heat, whilst (to their great grief) whole herds of Oxen, and flocks of Sheep, are driven into every Town for no other purpose, but to drive Lent out of the Countery.  

Then pellmell murder, in a purple hue,  
In reeking blood his slaughtering paws imbrue:  
The Butcher's Axe (like great Alcides' Bat)  
Dings deadly down, ten thousand thousand flat:  
Each Butcher (by himself) makes Marshal Laws,  
Cuts throats, & kills, and quarters, hangs, & draws.   
It is a thing worthy to be noted, to see how all the Dogs in the Town do wag their tails for joy, when they see such provision to drive away Lent, (for a Dog, a Butcher, and a Puritan, are the greatest enemies he hath) but there is one day in the year that Dogs in general are most afraid, and that is the Friday after Easter, for they having past five weeks without seeing any flesh, and endured a hard siege by Lent and fishbones, then at Easter they see flesh on the Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday day, and when the Fraiday comes, they see great store of fish again, the poor Cu●●●● (all in a pitiful quandary) stink for woe, for fear that another Lent is come suddenly upon them, thus they continue in that dogged perplexity till the Sunday following when the appearance of flesh makes them have a feeling, that they were more afraid than hurt.  
But imagine Lent is gone, but who knows whither he is gone? that would be known: for it cannot be but that so mighty a Monarch as he, hath his inroads and his outloapes, his standing Court of continual residence, as well as his tents, houses, and places of remoovall for pleasure and progress. For he comes to us by way of annual visitaiton: to the Capuchin Friars he comes twice every year, foe they keep two Lents, because they will be sure to fast double, for when a thing is well done ('tis an old saying) it is twice done, and by consequence a thing being twice done, must be well done: I know not why they do it, but some say, that it is a work of Supearr rogation, and so I leave them.  
But Lent keeps his continual court with the holy Covents of the unsanctified fathers, the Friars Carthusians, these are they that have made a perpetual divorce between beasts and birds, these are they that have confirmed an everlasting league with Lent, and all the ragged Aquarian Regiments of the spacious Kingdom of Pisces. For when they enter into their order first, they are enjoined never to touch or taste any manner of flesh whatsoever, which they do inviolably perform: for let hunger, and thin-gutted famine assault them never so cruelly, so that there were no fish to be had, yet they hold it meritorious to starve and famish, rather than to eat flesh. For indeed in cases of necessity they have power to metamorphose flesh into fish: (as for example) when any Town is besieged and sharply assailed with war without, and famine within, that meat is fallen into such a consumption, that fish is gone, and flesh is scarce, than these venerable fathers (by Apostatical power which they have) can take a Sir-loyne of Beef, and thrust his knighthood into a tub of water, and command him to come forth transformed into a Ling, and so for all kind of flesh else, they can turn a Pig to a Pike, a Goose, to a Gurnet, a Hen to a Herring, a Sow to a Salmon, and an Owl to an Oyster: and all these are no wonders to them, for they are all as nothing to their exorcising trick of Transubstantiation in the Sacrament: for it is not possible for any thing to be impossible to them that can make their Maker, and conjure their Saviour into a piece of bread, and eat him when they have done. With these enemies of carnality Lent hath domestical perpetuity, ●●ese observe his Laws more firmly, than they do either the first or second Table, and twenty Citizens shall break politickely, and take up their lodging in Luds unlucky gate before they will crack the least Injunction that is articulated betwixt Lent and them.  
Thus having showed the progress, egress and regress of this Mediterranean, Atlantic, Belgic, Gallobelgicus, this Caspian, Ibe●rian British, Celticke, Callidonian, commanding Marine countermander, I think it not amiss to declare what good he doth in this Kingdom the time of his being here, and how much more good he would do if he were rightly observed.  
As it is a matter of conscience to obey superior and supreme Magistrates, so in that respect I hold it a conscience to abstain from flesh-eating in Lent: not that I think it to be vncleane to the clean, or that the eating or not eating, is meritorious: for I am persuaded that a man may go to heaven as well with a leg of a Capon, as with a red Herring. But seeing Lent is ordained to a good intent, for the increase and preservation of Calves, Lambs, Swine, and all kind of beasts, and birds whatsoever, whereby the breeding and multiplicity of these creatures makes our Land the terrestrial Paradise of plenty, and so is (by the bountiful blessings of the Almighty all-giving Giver) able to maintain herself, and relieve many neighbouring Realms, and Regions. Surely they are no good Commonwealth's men, that wilfully will break so tolerable aninstitution, as to refrain six or seven weeks in a year from flesh, having so much variety and change of fish and other sustenance more than sufficient.  
It is most certain, that if Lent were truly kept, and the fish days in every week duly observed, and that every house in this Kingdom did spend but the quantity of two Gaberdine or Greenfish in a week, that then this Kingdom of great Britain both for meat and Mariners would be the Mistress of the world, and for wealth and riches superlative to the Ours of America.  
But the nature of man is so perverse, that like Pandora's Box, he will be tooting and prying soon into that which he is most restrained from, wherein he shows himself to be no changeling, but the natural son of Adam, and heir to his frailty and disobedience: for in common reason (for a common good) if there were no statutes, no precepts or commands for the keeping of Lent and fish-days, men would of themselves, (and by their own instigation (bridle their fleshly appetites with the inafle of discretion. It is an unmeasurable detriment to this Kingdom, the abuse, neglect, & contempt of this so laudable and commodious an institution, and the due observing of it duly would be unualuable, I think passed the reach of Arithmetic: but I have often noted, that if any superfluons feasting or gurmondizing, pancsi-cramming assembly do meet, the disordered business is so ordered, that it must be either in Lent, upon a Friday, or a fasting day: for the meat doth not relish well, except it be sawed with disobedient and contempt of Authority. And though they eat Sprat on the Sunday, they care not, so they may be full gorged with flesh on the Friday night.  

Then all the zealous Puritans will feast,  
In detestation of the Romish beast.   
For mine own part (as I have before written I hold fish or flesh no Maxims, Axioms, or grounds of Religion, but those that wilfully and contemptuously do care flesh in the Lent (except such whose appetites are repugnant to fish, and whose nature hath not been used to it, except such as are sick, and women with child, for all which there is a lawful toleration) except such, I say, he that feasts with flesh in Lent, I wish he might be constrained to fast with fish all the year after for his contempt.  
Wide and large is the way that I might travel in this spacious business: but few words are best, especially if they be spoken to the wife, and if any poor jacke-a-lent do happen the hands of a fool, 'tis but a Fool and a jacke, or two fools well met, but here is the odds, a wise man will make much of a jacke for his plain dealing, when a fool will quarrel with him, and falling together by the ears, tear one another's clothes, and the jacks paper-ierkin goes to wrack.   

CERTAIN BLANK VERSES WRITTEN of purpose to no purpose, yet so plainly contrived, that a Child of two years old may understand them as well as a good Scholar of fifty.  
GReat jacke-a-lent, clad in a Robe of Air,  
Threw mountains higher than Alcides' beard:  
Whilst Pancradge Church, armed with a Samphier blade,  
Began to reason of the business thus:  
You squandring Troglodytes of Amsterdam,  
How long shall Cerberus' Tapster be?  
What though stout Asax lay with Proserpina,  
Shall men leave eating powdered Beef for that?  
I see no cause but men may pick their theeths,  
Though Brutus with a Sword did kill himself.  
Is Shooters-hill turned to an Oyster pie,  
Or may a Maypole be a buttered Plaice?  
Then let Saint Katherine's sail to Bridewell Court,  
And Chitterlings be worn for statute lace.  
For if a Humble be should kill a Whale  
With the butt-end of the Antarctic Pole,  
'Tis nothing to the mark at which we aim:  
For in the Commentaries of Tower Ditch,  
A fat stewed Bawd hath been a dish of state.  
More might be said, but then more must be spoke,  
The weights sell down because the jacke rope broke.  
And he that of these lines doth make a doubt,  
Let him sit down and pick the meaning out.   
FINIS.   


TO ALL MY LOVING ADVENTURERS, BY WHAT NAME OR TITLE SOEVER, MY GENERAL SALUTATION.  
REader, these Travails of mine into Scotland, were not undertaken, neither in imitation, or emulation of any man, but only devised by myself, on purpose to make trial of my friends, both in this Kingdom of England, and that of Scotland; and because I would be an eye-witness of diverse things which I had heard of that Country; and whereas many shallow-brained Critics, do lay an aspersion on me, that I was set on by others, or that I did unrgoe this project, either in malice, or mockage of Master Benjamin jonson, I vow the faith of a Christian, that their imaginations are all wide, for he is a Gentleman, whom I am so much obliged for many undeserved courtesies that I have received from him, and from others by his favour, that I durst never to be so impudent or intatcfull, as either to suffer any man's per swasions, or mine own instigation, to incite ●●●, to make so bad a requital, for so much goodness formerly received; so much for at, and now Reader, if you expect  

That I should write of City's situations,  
Or that of Countries I should make relations:  
Of brooks, crooks, nooks; of rivers, boorns and rills,  
Of mountains, fountains, Castles, Towers and hills,  
Of Shires, and Peers, and memorable things,  
Of lives and deaths of great commanding Kings,  
I touch not those, they not belong to me:  
But if such things as these you long to see,  
Lay down my Book, and but vouchsafe to reed  
The learned Camden, or laborious Speede.   
And so God speed you and me, whilst I rest yours in all thankfulness: IO: TAYLOR   

THE PENNYLE PILGRIMAGE, OR THE MONEYLESS PERAMBULATION, OF JOHN TAYLOR, ALIAS, THE KING'S MAJESTY'S WATER-POET. HOW HE TRAVAILED ON FOOT, FROM LONDON TO EDINBURGH IN Scotland, not carrying any Money to or fro, neither Begging, Borrowing, or Ask Meat, Drink or Lodging.  

LIst Lordings, list, (if you have lust to list)  
I writ not here a tale of had I witted:  
But you shall hear of travels, and relations,  
Descriptions of strange (yet English) fashions.  
And he that not believes what here is writ,  
Let him (as I have done) make proof of it.  
The year of grace, accounted (as I ween)  
One thousand, twice three hundred and eighteen,  
And to relate all things in order duly,  
'Twas Tuesday last, the foureteenth day of july,  
Saint Revels day, the Almanac will tell ye  
The sign in Virgo was, or near the belly:  
The Moon full three days old, the wind full South;  
At these times I began this trick of youth.  
I speak not of the Tide, for understand,  
My legs I made my Oars, and rowed by land,  
Though in the morning I began to go,  
Good fellows trooping, flocked me so,  
That make what haste I could, the Sun was set,  
Ere from the gates of London I could get.  
At last I took my latest leave, thus late  
At the Bell Inn, that's extra Aldersgate.  
There stood a horse that my provant should carry,  
From that place to the end of my fegary,  
My Horse no Horse, or Mare, but gelded Nag,  
That with good understanding bore my bag:  
And of good carriage he himself did show,  
These things are excellent in a beast you know.  
There in my Knapsack, (to pay hungers fees)  
I had good Bacon, Biscuit, Neates-tongue, Check,  
With Roses, Barberies, of each Conserves,  
And Mitridate, that vigrous health preserves:  
And I entreat you take these words for no-lyes,  
I had good Aqua vita, Rosa so-lies:  
With sweet Ambrosia, (the gods own drink)  
Most excellent gear for mortals, as I think.  
Besides, I had both vinegar and oil,  
That could a daring saucy stomach foil.  
This foresaid Tuesday night 'twixt eight and ●●●  
Well rigged & ballaced, both with Beer and W●●  
I stumbling forward, thus my jaunt begun,  
And went that night as fare as Aslington.  
There did I find (I dare affirm it bold)  
A Maidenhead of twenty five years old,  
But surely it was painted, like a whore,  
And for a sign, or wonder, hanged at door,  
Which shows a Maidenhead, that's kept so long,  
May be hanged up, and yet sustain no wrong.  
There did my loving friendly Host begin  
To entertain me freely to his Inn:  
And there my friends, and good associates,  
Each one to mirth himself accommodates.  
At Wel-head both for welcome, and for cheer,  
Having a good New ton, of good stolen Beer:  
There did we Trundle down health, after health,  
(Which oftentimes impairs both health & wealth  
Till cuery one had filled his mortal Trunk.  
And only Nobody was three parts drunk.  
The morrow next, Wednesday Saint Swithens day,  
●rem ancient Islengton I took my way.  
At Hollywell I was enforced carouse,  
●●le high, and mighty, at the Blindman's house.  
But there's a help to make amends for all,  
That though the Ale be great, the Pots be small.  
At Highgate hill to a strange house I went,  
And saw the people were to eating bend,  
neither borrowed, Craved, Asked, Begged or Bought,  
But most laborious with my teeth I wrought.  
I did not this, 'cause meat or drink was scant,  
But I did practise thus before my want;  
Like to a Tilter that would win the prize,  
Before the day he'll often exercise.  
So I began to put in ure, at first  
These principles against hunger, against thirst.  
●●lose to the Gate, there dwelled a worthy man,  
That well could take his whiff, & quaff his Can,  
●●ight Robin Goodfellow, but humours evil,  
●oe call him Robin Fluto, or the Devil.  
●ot finding him a Devil, freely hearted,  
With friendly farewells I took leave and parted.  
And as alongst I did my journey take,  
●dranke at Brooms well, for pure fashions sake.  
Two miles I traveled then without a bait,  
The Saracens head at Whetstone entering strait,  
yfound an Host, might lead an Host of men,  
Exceeding Fat, yet named Lean, and Fen.  
And though we make small reckoning of him here,  
●●ce's known to be a very Great man there.  
There I took leave of all my Company,  
bad all farewell, yet spoke to Nobody.  
Good Reader think not strange, what I compile,  
For Nobody was with me all this while.  
And Nobody did drink, and, wink, and scinke,  
And on occasion freely spent his Chink.  
If any one desire to know the man,  
Walk, stumble, Timndle, but in Barbican.  
There 's as good Beer and Ale as ever twanged,  
And, in that street kind Nobody is hanged.  
●● leaning him unto his matchless fame,  
●o St. Albans in the Evening came,  
Where Master Taylor, at the Saracens head,  
●nask'd (unpaid for) me both lodged and fed.  
The Tapsters, Ostlers, Chamberlains, and all,  
●i'd me a labour, that I need not call,  
The jugges were filled & filled, the cups went round,  
And in a word great kindness there I found,  
For which both to my Cousin, and his men,  
●● still be thankful in word, deed, and pen.  
Till Thursday morning there I made my stay,  
And than I went plain Dunstable highway.  
My very heart with drought me thought did shrink,  
●ent twelve miles, and no one bade me drink.  
Which made me call to mind, that instant time,  
That Drunkenness was a most sinful crime.  
When ‛ Pudale-hill I footed down, and past  
A mile from thence, I found a Hedge at last.  
There struck we sail, our Bacon, Cheese, and Bread,  
We drew like Fiddlers, and like Farmers fed,  
And whilst two hours we there did take our case,  
My Nag made shift to mump green Pulse & Pease.  
Thus we our hungry stomaches did supply,  
And drank the water of a Brook hard by.  
Away t'ward Hockley in the hole, we make,  
When strait a Horsman did me overtake,  
Who knew me, & would fain have given me Coin.  
I said, my Bonds did me from Coin enjoin,  
I thanked and prayed him to put up his Chink,  
And willingly I wisnt it drowned in drink.  
Away road he, but like an honest man,  
I found at Hockley standing at the Swan,  
A formal Tapster, with a jug and glass,  
Who did arrest me: I most writing was  
To try the Action, and strait put in bale,  
My fees were paid before, with sixpences Ale.  
To quit this kindness, I most willing am,  
The man that paid for all, his name is Dam,  
At the Greene-dragon, against Grays-inn gate,  
He life's in good repute, and honest state.  
I forward went in this my roving race,  
To Stony Stratford I toward night did pace.  
My mind was fixed through the Town to pass,  
To find some lodging in the Hay or Grass,  
But at the Queenes-Armes, from the window there,  
A comfortable voice I chanced to hear,  
Call Tailor, Taylor, and be hanged come hither,  
I looked for small entreaty and went thither,  
There were some friends, which I was glad to see  
Who knew my journey; lodged, and boarded me.  
On Friday morn, as I would take my way,  
My friendly Host entreated me to stay,  
Because it reigned, he told me I should have  
Meat, Drink, & Horse-meat and not pay or crave.  
I thanked him, and for's love remain his debtor,  
But if I live, I will requite him better.  
(From Stony Stratford) the way hard with stones,  
Did founder me, and vex me to the bones.  
In blustering weather, both for wind and rain,  
Through Tocetter I trotted with much pain.  
Two miles from thence, we sat us down & dined,  
Well bulwarked by a hedge, from rain and wind.  
We having fed, away incontinent,  
With weary pace toward Daventry we went.  
Four miles short of it, one o'ertook me there,  
And told me he would leave a jug of Beer,  
At Daventry at the Horse-shoe for my use.  
I thought it no good manners to refuse,  
But thanked him, for his kind unasked gift,  
Whilst I was lame as scarce a leg could lift,  
Came limping after to that stony Town,  
Whose hard streets made me almost halt right down.  
There had my friend performed the words he said,  
And at the door a jug of liquor stayed,  
The folks were all informed, before I came,  
How, and wherefore my journey I did frame,  
Which caused mine Hostess from her door come out,  
(Having a great Wart rampant on her snout.)  
The Tapsters, Ostlers, one another call,  
The Chamberlains with admiration all,  
Were filled with wonder, more than wonderful,  
As if some Monster sent from the Mogul,  
Some Elephant from Africa, I had been,  
Or some strange beast from th' Amazonian Queen.  
As Buzzards, Widgions, Woodcocks, & such fowl,  
Do gaze and wonder at the broad-faced Owl,  
So did these brainless Asses, allamazed,  
With admirable Non sense talked and gazed.  
They knew my state (although not told by me)  
That I could scarcely go, they all could see,  
They drank of my Beer, that to me was given,  
But gave me not a drop to make all even,  
And that which in my mind was most amiss,  
My Hostess she stood by and saw all this,  
Had she but said, Come near the house, my friend;  
For this day here shall be your journeys end,  
Then had she done the thing which did not,  
And I in kinder words had paid the shor.  
I do entreat my friends, (as I have some)  
If they to Daventry do chance to come,  
That they will balk that Inn; or if by chance,  
Or accident into that house they glance,  
Kind Gentlemen, as they by you reap profit,  
My Hostess care of me, pray tell her of it.  
Yet do not neither: Lodge there when you will,  
You for your money shall be welcome still.  
From thence that night, although my ibones were sore,  
I made a shift to hobble seven miles more ●,  
The way to Dunchurch, foul with dirt and mire,  
Able, I think, both man and horse to tyre.  
On Dunsmore Heath, a hedge doth there enclose  
Grounds, on the right hand, there I did repose.  
Wit's whetstone, want, there made us quickly jarn,  
With knives to cut down Rushes, & green Feame,  
Of which we made a field-bed in the field,  
Which sleep, and rest, and much content did yield.  
There with my mother Earth, I thought it fit  
To lodge, and yet no Incest did commit:  
My bed was Curtained with good wholesome airs,  
And being weary, I went up no stairs:  
The sky my Canopy, bright Phebe shined,  
Sweet bawling Zephirus breathed gentle wind,  
In heaven's Star-Chamber I did lodge that night,  
Ten thousand Stars, me to my bed did light;  
There barricaded with a bank lay we  
Below the lofty branches of a tree,  
There my bedfellows and companions were,  
My Man, my Horse, a Bull, four Cows, two St●●●  
But yet for all this most confused rout,  
We had no bed-staves, yet we fell not out.  
Thus Nature, like an ancient free Upholster,  
Did furnish us with bedstead, bed, and bolster;  
And the kind skies, (for which high heaven be t●●●●●●)  
Allowed us a large Covering and a Blanket:  
Aurora's face 'gan light our lodging dark,  
We arose and mounted, with the mounting Lark,  
Through plashes puddles, thick, thin, wet & dry  
I traveled to the City Coventry.  
There Master Doctor Holland caused me stay  
The day of Saturn; and the Sabbath day.  
Most friendly welcome, he did me afford,  
I was so entertained at bed and board,  
Which as I dare not brag how much it was,  
I dare not be ingrate and let it pass,  
But with thankes many I remember it,  
(Instead of his good deeds) in words and writ  
He used me like his son, more than a friend,  
And he on Monday his commends did send  
To Newhall, where a Gentleman did dwell,  
Who by his name is height Sacheverell.  
The Tuesday julyes' one and twentieth day,  
I to the City Lichfield took my way,  
At Sutton Coffill with some friends I met,  
And much ado I had from thence to get,  
There I was almost put unto my trumps,  
My Horse's shoes were worn as thin as pumps,  
But noble Vnlean; a mad smuggy Smith,  
All reparations me did furnish with.  
The shoes were well removed, my Palsrey shod,  
And he referred the payment unto God.  
I found a friend, when I to Lichfield came,  
A joiner, and john Piddock is his name,  
He made me welcome, for he knew my jaunt,  
And he did furnish me with good provant:  
He offered me some money, I refused it,  
And so I took my leave, with thankes excused it.  
That Wednesday, I a weary way did pass,  
Rain, wind, stones, dirt, and dabbling dewy gr●●●●  
With here and there a pelting scattered village,  
Which yielded me no charity, or pillage:  
For all the day, nor yet the night that followed.  
One drop of drink I'm sure my gullet swallowed.  
At night I came t' a stony Town called Stone.  
Where I knew none, nor was I known of none:  
I therefore through the streets held on my pace,  
Some two miles farther to some resting place:  
At last I spied a meddow-newly mowde,  
The hay was rotten, the ground half o'erflowing  
We made a breach, and entered horse and man,  
There our pavilion, we to pitch began,  
Which we erected with green Broome and Hay,  
T'expel the cold, and keep the rain away;  
The sky all muffled in a cloud 'gan lower,  
And presently there fell a mighty shower,  
Which without intermission down did pour,  
From ten a night, until the morning's Four.  
We all that time close in our couch did lie,  
Which being well compacted kept us dry.  
The worst was, we did neither sup nor sleep,  
And so a temperate diet we did keep.  
The morning all enrobed in drifling fogs,  
We being as ready as we had been dogs:  
We need not stand upon long ready making,  
But gaping stretching, & our ears well sl●aking:  
And for I found my Host and Hoslesse kind,  
I like a true man left my sheets behind.  
That Thrusday morn, my weary course I framed,  
Unto a Town that is Newcastle named,  
(Not that Newcastle standing upon Tine)  
But this Town situation doth cons●●e  
Near Ches●ire, in the famous County Stafford,  
And for their love, low them not a straw for't;  
But now my versing Muse craves some repose,  
And whilst she sleeps ●●e spout a little prose.    

In this Town of Newcastle, I oner-tooke on Hostler, and I asked him what the next Town was called, that was in my way toward Lancaster, he holding the end of a riding rod in his mouth, as if it had been a Fluit, piped me this answer and said, Talk on the hill; I asked him again what he said, Talk on the hill: I demanded the third time, and the third time he answered me as he did before, jalke on the hill. I began to grow choleric, and asked him why he could not talk, or tell me my way as well there as on the hill; at last I was resolved, that the next. Town was four miles off me, and that the name of it was, Talk on the hill. I had not travelled above two miles farther: but my last night's supper (which was as much as nothing) my mind being informed of it by my stomach. I made a virtue of necessity, and went to breakfast in the Sun: I have fared better at three Suns many times before now, in Aldersgate-Streete, Cripplegate, and new Fish-street, but here is the odds, at those Suns they will come upon a man with a ●auerne bill as sharp cutting as a Tailor's Bill of Items: A Watchman's hill, or a Welch-hooke falls not half to heavy upon a man; besides most of the vintners have the law in their own hands, and have all their Actions, Cases, Bills of Debt, and such reckonings tried at their own Bars: from whence there is no appeal. But leaving these impertinencies, in the material Sunshine, we eat a substantial dinner, & like miserable Guests we did budget up the reversions.   


And now with sleep my Muse hath eased her brain,  
I'll turn my style from prose, to verse again.  
That which we could not have, we freely spared,  
And wanting drink, most soberly we fared.  
We had great store of soul (but 'twas foul way)  
And kindly every step entreats me stay,  
The clammy clay sometimes my heels would trip,  
One foot went forward, th'other back would slip.  
This weary day, when I had almost pait,  
I came unto Sir Vrian Legh's at last,  
At ●●dlington, near Mackifield he doth dwell,  
Beloved respected, and reputed well.  
Through his great love, my stay with him was fixed,  
From Thursday night, till noon on Monday next,  
At his own table I did daily eat,  
Where at may be supposed, did want no meat,  
He would have given me gold or silver either,  
But I with many thankes, received neither.  
And thus much without slattery I dare swear;  
He is a Knight beloved fare and necre.  
First he's beloved of his God above,  
(which love, he love's to keep, beyond all love)  
Next with a Wife and Children he is blessed;  
Each having Gods fear planted in their breast.  
With fair Domains, Revenue of good Lands.  
He's fairly blessed by the Almighty's; hands.  
And as he's happy in these outward things,  
So from his inward mind continual springs  
Fruits of devotion. deeds of Piety,  
Good hospitable works of Charity,  
Just in his Actions, constant in his word,  
And one that won his honour with the sword.  
he's no Carranto, Capering, Carpet Knight,  
But he knows when, and how to speak or fight.  
I cannot flatter him say what I can,  
He's every way a comple●● Gentleman.  
I writ not this, for what he did to me,  
But what mine ears, and eyes did hear and see,  
Nor do I pen this to enlarge his fame,  
But to make others imitate the fame.  
For like a Trumpet were I pleased to blow,  
I would his worthy worth more amply show,  
But I already fear have been too bold.  
And crave his pardon, me excused to hold.  
Thanks to his Sons and servants every one,  
Both males and females all, excepting none.  
To bear a letter he did me require,  
Near Manchester, unto a good Esquire:  
His kinsman Edmond Prestwitch, he ordained,  
That I was at Manchester entertained  
Two nights, and one day, ere we thence could pass,  
For men & horse, roast, boiled, and oats, and grass:  
This Gentleman not only gave harbour,  
But in the morning sent to me his Barber,  
Who laved, and shaved me, still I spared my purse,  
Yet sure he left me many a hair the worse.  
But in conclusion, when his work was ended,  
His Glass informed, my face was much amended.  
And for the kindness he to me did show,  
God grant his Customers beards faster grow,  
That though the time of year be dear or cheap,  
From fruitful faces he may mow and reap.  
Then came a Smith, with shoes, & Tooth & Nail,  
He searched my horse hooves, mending what did fail,  
Yet this I note my Nag, through stones and dirt,  
Did shift shoes twice, ere I did shift one shirt:  
Can these kind things be in oblivion hid?  
No, Master Prestwitch, this and much more did,  
His friendship, did command and freely gave  
All before writ, and more than I durst crave.  
But leaving him a little, I must tell,  
How men of Manchester did use me well,  
Their loves they on the tenter-hookes did rack,  
Rost, boiled, baked, too too much, white, claret, sack,  
Nothing they thought too heavy or too hot,  
Can followed Can, and Pot succeeded Pot,  
That what they could do, all they though too little,  
Striving in love the Traveller to whittle.  
We went into the house of one john Pinner's,  
(A man that life's amongst a crew of sinners)  
And there eight several sorts of Ale we had,  
All able to make one stark drunk or mad.  
But I with courage bravely flinched not,  
And gave the Town leave to discharge the shot.  
We had at one time set upon the Table,  
Good Ale of Hisope, 'twas no Esope fable:  
Then had we Ale of Sage, and Ale of Malt,  
And Ale of Wormwood, that could make one hair,  
With Ale of Rosemary, and Bettony,  
And two Ales more, or else I needs must lie.  
But to conclude this drinking Ally tale,  
We had a sort of Ale, called Scurvy Ale.  
Thus all these men, at their own charge & cost,  
Did strive whose love should be expressed most.  
And farther to declare their boundless loves,  
They saw I wanted, and they gave me Gloves,  
In deed, and very deed, their loves were such,  
That in their praise I cannot write too much;  
They merit more than I have here compiled,  
I lodged at the Eagle and the Child,  
Whereas my Hostess, (a good ancient woman)  
Did entertain me with respect, not common.  
She caused my Linen, Shirts, and Bands be washed,  
And on my way she caused me be refreshed,  
She gave me twelve silk points, she gave me B●●●●  
Which by me much refused, at last was taken,  
In troth she proved a mother unto me,  
For which, I evermore will thankful be.  
But when to mind these kindnesses I call,  
Kind Master Prestwitch Author is of all,  
And yet Sir Vrian Loigh's good Commendation,  
Was the main ground of this my Recreation.  
From both of them, there what I had, I had,  
Or else my entertainment had been bad.  
O all you worthy men of Manchester,  
(True bred bloods of the County Lancaster)  
When I forget what you to me have done,  
Then let me headlong to confusion run.  
To Noble Master Prestwitch I must give  
Thanks, upon thankes, as long as I do live,  
His love was such, I ne'er can pay the score,  
He fare surpassed all that went before,  
A horse and man he sent, with boundless bounty,  
To bring me quite through Lancaster large C●●●●●  
Which I well know is fifty miles at large,  
And he defrayed all the cost and charge.  
This unlooked pleasure, was to me such pleasure,  
That I can ne'er express my thankes with measure.  
So Mistress Saracoale, Hostess kind,  
And Manchester with thankes I left behind.  
The Wednesday being julyes' twenty nine,  
My journey ● to Freston did confine,  
All the day long it reigned but one shower,  
Which from the Morning to the Eue'n did pour,  
And I, before to Preston I could get,  
Was sowsd, and pickled both with rain and xx  
But there I was supplied with fire and food,  
And any thing I wanted sweet and good.  
There, at the Hind, kind Master Hind mine Host,  
Kept a good table, baked and boiled, and roast,  
There Wednesday, Thursday, Friday I did stay,  
And hardly got from thence on Saturday.  
Unto my Lodging often did repair,  
Kind Master Thomas Banister, the Mayer,  
Who is of worship, and of good respect,  
And in his charge discreet and circumspect.  
For I protest to God I never saw,  
A Town more wisely Governed by the Law.  
They told me when my Sovereign there was last,  
That one man's rashness seemed to give distaste.  
It grieved them all, but when at last they found,  
His Majesty was pleased, their joys were crowned,  
He knew, the fairest Garden hath some weeds,  
He did accept their kind intents, for deeds:  
One man there was, that with his zeal too hot,  
And furious haste, himself much over-shot.  
But what man is so foolish, that desires  
To get good fruit from thistles, thorns and briars  
Thus much I thought good to demonstrate here,  
Because I saw how much they grieved were;  
That any way, the least part of offence,  
Should make them seem offensive to their Prince.  
Thus three nights was I stayed and le dged in Preston,  
And saw nothing ridiculous to lest on,  
Much cost and charge the Mayor upon me spent,  
And on my way two miles, with me he went,  
There (by good chance) I did more friendship get,  
The under Sheriff of Luncashire we met,  
A Gentleman that loved, and knew me well,  
And one whose bounteous mind doth bear the bell.  
There, as if I had been a noted thief,  
The Mayor delivered me unto the Sheriff.  
The Shreive's authority did much prevail,  
He sent me unto one that kept the jail.  
Thus I perambuling, poor john Taylor,  
Was given from Mayor to Sheriff, from Sheriff to Tailor,  
The Tailor kept an Inae, good beds, good cheer,  
Where paying nothing, I found nothing dear:  
For the under Sheriff kind Master C●●●ill named,  
(A man for housekeeping renowned and famed)  
Did cause the Town of Lancaster afford  
Me welcome, as if I had been a Lord.  
And 'tis reported, that for daily bounty,  
His mate can scarce be found in all that County.  
Th' extremes of miser, or of prodigal,  
He shuns, and life's discreet and riberall,  
His wife's mind, and his own are one, so fixed,  
That Argus eyes could see no odds betwixt,  
And sure the difference, (if there difference be)  
Is who shall do most good, or he, or she.  
Poor folks report, that for relieving them,  
He and his wife, are each of them a lem;  
Atth'Inne, and at his house two nights I stayed,  
And what was to be paid, I know he paid;  
If nothing of their kindness I had wrote,  
Ingrateful me the world might justly note:  
Had I declared all I did hear, and see,  
For a great flatterer than I deemed should be,  
Him and his wife, and modest daughter Bess,  
With Earth, and Heaven's felicity, God bless.  
Two days a man of his, at his command,  
Did guide me to the midst of Westmoreland,  
And my Conductor with a liberal fist,  
To keep me moist, scarce any Alehouse mist.  
The fourth of August (weary, halt, and lame)  
We in the dark, t'a Town called Sebder came,  
There Master Borrowed, my kind honest Host,  
Upon me did bestow unasked cost.  
The next day I held on my journey still,  
Six miles unto a place called Carling hill,  
Where Master Edmond Branthwaite doth reside,  
Who made me welcome, with my man and guide.  
Our entertainment, and our fare was such,  
It might have satisfied our betters much;  
Yet all too little was, his kind heart thought,  
And five miles on my way himself me brought,  
At Orton he, I, and my man did dine,  
With Master Corney a good true D●●●●e,  
And surely Master Branthwait's well believed,  
His firm integrity is much approved:  
His good effects, do make him still affected  
Of God and good men, (with regard) respected:  
He sent his man with me, o'er Date and Down,  
Who lodged, and boarded me at Peereth Town,  
And such good cheer, and bedding there I had,  
That nothing, (but my weary self) was bad;  
There a fresh man, (I know not for whose sake)  
With me a journey would to Carlisle make:  
But from that City, about two miles wide,  
Good Sir john Dolston lodged me and my guide.  
Of all the Gentlemen in England's bounds,  
His house is nearest to the Scottish grounds,  
And Fame proclaims him, fare and near, aloud,  
He's free from being couetous, or proud:  
His son Sir George, most affable, and kind,  
His father's image, both in form and mind,  
On Saturday to Carlisle both did ride.  
Where (by their loves and leaves) I did abide,  
Where of good entertainment I found store,  
From one that was the Mayor the year before,  
His name is Master Adam Robinson,  
I the last English friendship with him won.  
He (grates) 
* My thankes to Sir john and Sir George Dalstone, with Sir Henry Gurwin.  found a guide to bring me through,  
From Carlisle to the City Eudenborough:  
This was a help, that was a help alone,  
Of all my helps inferior unto none.  
Eight miles from Carlisle runs a little River,  
Which England's bounds, from Scotland's grounds doth sever,  

* Over Esk I waded.  Without Horse, Bridge, or Boat, I o'er did get  
On foot, I went, yet scarce my shoes did wet.  
I being come to this long-look'd-for land,  
Did mark, remark, note, renote, viewed and scanned:  
And I saw nothing that could change my will,  
But that I thought myself in England still.  
The Kingdoms are so nearly joined and fixed,  
There scarcely went a pair of Sheares betwixt;  
There I saw sky above, and earth below,  
And as in England, there the Sun did show:  
The hills with Sheep replete, with corn the dale,  

* The afore named Knights had given money to my Guid. ,62 which he lese some partat every Ale. house.  And many a cottage yielded good Scott'sh Ale;  
This County (Annadale) in former times,  
Was the cursed climate of rebellious crimes:  
For Cumberland and it, both Kingdom's borders,  
Were ever ordered, by their own disorders,  
Such sharking, shifting, cutting throats, & thioving,  
Each taking pleasure in th' others grieving:  
And many times he that had wealth to night,  
Was by the morrow morning beggared quite:  
To many years this pellmell fury lasted,  
That all these borders were quite ipoyled & wasted,  
Confusion, huily-burly reigned and rended,  
The Churches with the lowly ground were levelled;  
All memorable monuments defaced,  
All places of defence o'rethrewne and razed.  
That who so then did in the borders dwell,  
Lived little happier than those in hell.  
But since the all-disposing God of heaven.  
Hath these two Kingdoms to one Monarch given,  
Blessed peace, and plenty on them both hath showered,  
Exile, and hanging hath the thiefs devoured,  
That now each subject may securely sleep,  
His Sheep & Neat, the black the white doth keep,  
For now those Crowns are both in one combined,  
Those former borders, that each one confined,  
Appears to me (as I do understand)  
To be almost the Centre of the Land,  
This was a blessed heaven expounded riddle,  
To thrust great Kingdoms skirts into the middle.  
Long may the instrumental cause survive,  
From him and his, succession still derive  
True heirs unto his virtues, and his Throne,  
That these two Kingdoms ever may be one.   

This County of all Scotland is most poor,  
By reason of the outrages before,  
Yet mighty store of Corn I saw there grow,  
And as good grass as ever man did mow:  
And as that day I twenty miles did pass,  
I saw eleven hundred Neat at grass,  
By which may be conjectured at the least,  
That there was sustenance for man and beast.  
And in the Kingdom I have truly scanned,  
There's many worse parts, are bettor manned,  
For in the time that thieving was in ure.  
The Gentles fled to places more secure.  
And left the poorer sort, t'abide the pain,  
Whilst they could ne'er find time to turn again.  
That Shire of Gentlemen is scarce and dainty,  
Yet there's relief in great abundance plenty,  
Twixt it and England, little odds I see,  
They eat, and live, and strong and able be,  
So much in Verse, and now I'll change my style,  
And seriously I'll write in Prose a while.    

To the purpose then: my first night's lodging in Scotland was at a place called Mophot, which they say, is thirty miles from Carlisle, but I suppose them to be longer than forty of such miles as are betwixt London and Saint Albans, (but indeed the Scots do allow almost as large measure of their miles, as they do of their drink, for an English Gallon either of Ale or Wine, is but their quart, and one Scottish mile (now and then, may well stand for a mile and a half or two English) but howsoever short or long, I found that day's journey the weariest that ever I footed; and at night being come to the Town, I found good ordinary Country entertainment; my fare and my lodging was sweet and good, and might have served a fare better man than myself, although myself have had many times better: but this is to be noted, that though it reigned not all the day, yet it was my fortune to be well wet twice, for I waded over a great river called Eske in the morning, somewhat more than four mile's distance from Culile in England, and at night within two miles of my lodging; I was fain to wade over the River of Annan in Scotland, from which River the County of Annandale, hath its name, And whilst I waded on foot, my man was mounted on horse-backe, like the George without the Dragon. But the next morning, I arose and left Mophot behind me, and that day I travelled twenty one miles to a sorry Village called Blithe, but I was blithe myself to come to any place of harbour or succour, for since I was borne, I never was so weary, or so near being dead with extreme travel; I was foundered and refounderd of all four, and for my better comfort, I came so late, that I must lodge without doors all night, or else in a poor house where the goodwife lay in Childbed, her husband being from home, her own servant maid being her nurse. A Creature naturally compacted, and artificially adorned with an incomparable homeliness; but as things were I must either take or leave, and necessity made me enter, where we got Eggs and Ale by measure and by tale. At last to bed I went, my man lying on the floor by me, where in the night there were Pigeons did very bountifully mute in his face: the day being no sooner come, and having but fifteen miles to Edinburgh, mounted upon my ten toes, and began first to hobble, and after to amble, and so being warm, I fell to pace by degrees; all the way passing thorough a fertile Country for Corn and Cattle: and about two of the clock in the afternoon that Wednesday, being the thirteenth of August, and the day of Clare the Virgin (the sign being in Virgo) the Moon four days ●old, the wind at West, I came to take rest, at the wished, long expected, ancient famous City of Edinburgh, which I entered like Pierce penniless, altogether monyles, but I thank God, not friendless; for being there, for the time of my stay, I might borrow, (if any man would lend) spend it I could get, beg if I had the impudence, and steal, if I durst adventure the price of a hanging, but my purpose was to house my horse, and to suffer him and my apparel to lie in durance, or Lavender in stead of Litter, till such time as I could meet with some valiant friend, that would desperately disburse.  
Walking thus down the street, (my body being tired with travel, and my mind attired with moody, muddy, More-ditch melancholy) my Contemplation did devoutly pray, that I might meet one or other to prey upon, being willing to take any slender acquaintance of any map whatsoever, viewing, and circumviewing every man's face I met, as if I meant to draw his picture, but all my acquaintance was Nonest Inuentus, (pardon me Reader, that Latin is none of mine own, I swear by Priscian's Parteranion, an oath which I have ignorantly broken many times.) At last I resolved, that the next Gentleman that I met withal, should be acquaintance whether he would or no: and presently fixing mine eyes upon a Gentlemanlike object, I looked on him, as if I would survey something through him, and make him my perspective: and he much musing at my gazing, and I much gazing at his musing, at last he crossed the way and made toward me, and then I made down the street from him, leaving to encounter with my man, who came after me leading my horse, whom he thus accosted. My friend (quoth he) doth yonder Gentleman, (meaning me) know me, that he looks so wistly on me? Truly Sir, said my man, I think not, but my Matter is a stranger come from London, and would gladly meet some acquaintance to direct him where he may have lodging and horse-meat. Presently the Gentleman, (being of a generous disposition) overtook me with unexpected and undeserved courtesy, brought me to a lodging, and caused my horse to be put into his own stable, whilst we discoursing over a pint of Spanish, I related as much English to him, as made him lend me ten shillings, (his name was Master john Maxwell) which money I am sure was the first that I handled after I came from out the walls of London: but having rested two hours and refreshed myself, the Gentleman and I walked to see the City and the Castle, which as my poor unable and unworthy pen can, I will truly describe.  
The Castle on a lofty Rock is so strongly grounded, bounded, and founded, that by force of man it can never be confounded; the Foundation and Walls are unpenetrable, the Rampire's impregnable, the Bulwarks invincible, no way but one to it is or can be possible to be made passable. In a word, I have seen many straits and Fortresses, in Germany, the Netherlands, Spaipe, and England, but they must all give place to this unconquered Castle, both for strength and situation.  
Amongst the many memorable things which I was showed there, I noted especially a great piece of Ordnance of Iron, it is not for battery, but it will serve to defend a breach, or to toss balies of wildfire against any that should assail or assault the Castle; it lies now dismonted. And it is so great within, that it was told me that a Child was once gotten there: but I, to make trial crept into it, lying on my back, and I am sure there was room enough and spare for a greater than myself.  
So leaving the Castle, as it is both defensive against any opposition, and magnific for lodging and receit, I descended lower to the City, wherein I observed the fairest and goodliest street that ever mine eyes beheld, for I did never see or hear of a street of that length, (which is half an English mile from the Castle to a fair Port which they call the Neather-bow) and from that Port, the street which they call the Kem●●●●ate is one quarter of a mile more, down to the King's Palace, called Holy-rood-House, the buildings on each side of the way being all of squared stone, five, six, and seven stories high, and many by-Lanes and Closes on each side of the way, wherein are gentlemen's houses, much fairer than the buildings in the high-street, for in the high-street the Merchants and Tradesmen do dwell, but the gentlemen's mansions and goodliest houses are obscurely fonnded in the aforesaid Lanes: the Walls are eight or ten foot thick, exceeding strong, not built for a day, a week, or a month, or a year; but from Antiquity to Posterity, for many Ages; There I found entertainment beyond my expectation or merit, and there is fish, flesh, bread and fruit, in such variety, that I think I may offenceless call it super fluity, or satiety. The worst was, that Wine and Ale was so scarce, and the people there such Miser's of it, that every night before I went to bed, if any man had asked me a civil question, all the wit in my head could not have made him a sober answer.  
I was at his Majesty's Palace, a stately and Princely seat, wherein I saw a sumptuous Chapel, most richly adorned with all appurtenances belonging to so sacred a place, or so Royal an owner. In the inner Court, I saw the King's Arms cunningly carved in stone, and fixed over a door aloft on the wall, the red Lion being the Crest, over which was written this inscription in Latin, Nobis hat inu●cta miserunt, 106. proavi. I enquired what the English of it was? it was told me as followeth, which I thought worthy to be recorded. 106. Forefathers have left this to us unchnquered. This is a worthy and memorable Motto, and I think few kingdoms or none in the world can truly write the like, that notwithstanding so many inroads, incursions, attempts, assaults, Civil wars, and foreign hostilities, bloody battles, and mighty fought fields, that maugre the strength and policy of enemies, that Royal Crown and Sceptre hath from one hundred and seven descents, kept still unconquered, and by the power of the King of Kings (through the grace of the Prince of peace) is now left peacefully to our peaceful King, whom long in blessed peace, the God of peace defend and govern.  
But once more, a word or two of E●●●●● rough, although I have scarcely givent it that due which belongs unto it, for their lofty and stately buildings, and for their fair and spacious street, yet my mind persuades me that they in former ages that first founded that City did not so well in that they built it in so discommodious place; for the Sea, and all navigable rivers being the chief means for the enriching of Towns and Cities, by the reason of Traffic with foreign Nations, with exportation, transportation, and receit of variety of Marchandizing; so this City had it been built but one mile lower on the Sea fide, I doubt not but it had long before this been comparable to many a one of our greatest Towns and Cities in Europe, both for spaciousness of bounds, Port, state, and riches. It is said, that King james the fifth (of famous memory) did graciously offer to purchase for them, and to bestow upon them freely, certain low and pleasant grounds a mile from them on the Sea shore, with these conditions, that they should pull down their City, and build it in that more commodious place, but the Citizens refused it: and so now it is like (for me), to stand where it doth, for I doubt such another proffer of removal will not be presented to them, till two days after the Fair.  
Now have with you for Leeth, whereto I no sooner came, but I was well entertained by Master Barnard Lindsay, one of the Grooms of his Majesty's Bedchamber, he knew my estate was not guilty, because I brought guilt with me (more than my sins, and they would not pass for current there) he therefore did replenish the vaustity of my empty purse, & discharged a piece at mec with two bullets of gold, each being in value worth eleven shillings white money: and I was credibly informed, that within the compass of one year, there was shipped away from that only Port of Leeth, four score thousand Bowls of Wheat, Oates, and Barley into Spain, France, and other fortaine parts, and every Bowl contains the measure of four English bushels, so that from Leeth only hath been transported three hundred and twenty thousand bushels of Corn; besides some hath been shipped away from Saint Andrew's, from Dundee, Aberdeene, Desert, Kirkady, Kinghorne; Burnt-Iland, Dunbar, and other portable Towns, which makes me to wonder that a Kingdom so populous as it is, should nevertheless sell so much bread-corne beyond the Seas, and yet to have more than sufficient for themselves.  
So I having viewed the Haven and Town of Leeth, took a passage Boat to see the new wondrous Well, to which many a one that is not well, comes fare and near in hope to be made well: indeed I did hear that it had done much good, and that it hath a rare operation to expel or kill diverse maladies; as to provoke appetite, to help much for the avoiding of the gravel in the bladder, to cure sore eyes, and old ulcers, with many other virtues which it hath, but I (through the mercy of God, having no need of it, did make no great inquisition what it had done, but for novelty I drank of it, and I found the taste to be more pleasant than any other water, sweet almost as milk, yet as clear as crystal, and I did observe, that though a man did drink a quart, a pottle, or as much as his belly could contain, yet it never offended or lay heavy upon the stomach, no more than if one had drank but a pint or a small quantity.  
I went two miles from it to a Town called Burnt-Iland, where I found many of my especial good friends, as Master Robert ●ay, one of the Grooms of his Majesty's Bedchamber, Master David Drummend, one of his Gentlemen Pensioners, Master james Acmooty, one of the Grooms of the Privy Chamber, Captain Muray, Sir Henry Witherington Knight, Captain jyrie, and diverse others: and there Master Hay, Master Drummond, and the good old Captain Murray did very bountifully furnish me with gold for my expenses, but I being at dinner with those aforesaid Gentlemen, as we were discoursing, there befell a strange accident, which I think worth the relating.  
I know not upon what occasion they began to talk of being at Sea in former times, and I (amongst the rest) said, I was at the taking of Cales: whereto an English Gentleman replied, that he was the next good voyage after at the Lands: I answered him that I was there also. He demanded in what ship I was? I told him in the Rainbow of the Queens: why (quoth he) do you not know me? I was in the same ship, and my name is Witherington.  
Sir, said I, I do remember the name well, but by reason that it is near two and twenty years since I saw you, I may well forget the knowledge of you. Well said he, if you were in that ship, I pray you tell me some remarkable token that happened in the voyage, whereupon I told him two or three tokens; which he did know to be true. Nay then, said I, I will tell you another which (perhaps) you have not forgotten; as our ship and the rest of the fleet did ride at Anchor at the I'll of Flores (one of the Isles of the Azores) there were some fourteen men and boys of our ship, that for novelty would go ashore, and see what fruit the Island did bear, and what entertainment it would yield us: so being landed, we went up and down and could find nothing but stones, heath and moss, and we expected Oranges, Limonds, Figs, Muske-millions, and Potatoes: in the mean space the wind did blow so stiff, and the Sea was so extreme rough, that our Shipboate could not come to the land to fetch us, for fear she should be beaten in pieces against the rocks: this continued five days, so that we were almost famished for want of food: but at last (I squandring up and down) by the providence of God I happened into a Cave or poor habitation, where I found fifteen loaves of bread, each of the quantity of a penny loaf in England, I having a valiant stomach of the age of almost of a hundred and twenty hours breeding, fell to, and ate two loaves and never said grace: and as I was about to make a Horse-loaf of the third loaf, I did put twelve of them into my breeches, and my sleeves, and so went mumbling out of the Cave, leaning my back against a Tree, when upon the sudden a Gentleman came to me, and said, Friend, what are you eating? Bread, (quoth I.) For God's sake said he, give me some. With that, I put my hand into my breech, (being my best pantrey) and I gave him a Loaf, which he received with many thankes, and said, that if ever he could requite it, he would.  
I had no sooner told this tale, but Sir Henry Witherington did acknowledge himself to be the man that I had given the Loaf unto two and twenty years before, where I found the Proverb true, that men have more privilege than mountains in meeting.  
In what great measure he did requite so small a courtesy, I will relate in this following discourse in my Return through Northumberland: So leaving my man at the Town of Burnt Island, I told him, I would but go to Sterling, and see the Castle there, and withal to see my honourable friends the Earl of Marr, and Sir William Murray Knight, Lord of Abercarny, and that I would return within two days at the most: But it fell out quite contrary; for it was fine and thirty days before I could get back again out of these Noble men's company. The whole progress of my travel with them, and the cause of my stay, I'cannot with gratefulness omit; and thus it was.  
A worthy Gentleman named Master john Fenton, did bring me on my way six miles to Dumfermling, where I was well entertained, and lodged at Master john Gibb his house, one of the Grooms of his Majesty's Bed chamber, and I think the oldest Servant the King hath: withal, I was well entertained there by Master Crighton at his own house, who went with me, and shown me the Queen's Palace; (a delicate & Princely Mansion) withal I saw the ruins of an ancient & stately built Abbey, with fair gardens, orchards, meadows belonging to the Palace: all which with fair & goodly revenues by the suppression of the Abbey, were annexed to the Crown. There also I saw a very fair Church, which though it be now very large and spacious, yet it hath in former times been much larger. But I taking my leave of Dumfermling, would needs go and see the truly Noble Knight Sir George Bruce, at a Town called the Coor as: there he made me right welcome, both with variety of fare, and after all, he commanded three of his men to direct me to see his most admirable Cole mines; which (if man can or could work wonders) is a wonder: for myself neither in any travels that I have been in, nor any History that I have read, or any Discourse that I have heard, did never see, read, or hear of any work of man that might parallel or be equivalent with this unfellowed and unmatchable work: & though all I can say of it, cannot describe it according to the worthiness of his vigilant industry, that was both the occasion, Inventor, & Maintainer of it: yet rather than the memory of so rare an Enterprise, and so accomplished a profit to the Commonwealth shall be raked and smothered in the dust of oblivion, I will give a little touch at the description of it, although I amongst Writers, as like he that worst may hold the candle.  
The Mine hath two ways into it, the one by sea and the other by land; but a man may go into it by land, and return the same way if he please, and so he may enter into it by sea, and by sea he may come forth of it: but I for varieties sake went in by sea, and out by land. Now men may object, how can a man go into a Mine, the entrance of it being into the sea, but that the Sea will follow him, and so drown the Mine? To which objection thus I answer, That at low water, the sea being ebbed away, and a great part of the sand bare; upon this same sand (being mixed with rocks and crags) did the Master of this great work build a round circular frame of stone, very thick, strong, and joined together with glutinous or bitumous matter, so high withal that the Sea at the highest flood, or the greatest rage of storm or tempest, can neither dissolve the stones so well compacted in the building or yet overflow the height of it. Within this round frame, (at all adventures) he did set workmen to dig with Mattocks, Pickaxes, and other instruments fit for such purposes. They did dig forty foot down right, into and through a rock. At last they found that which they expected, which was Sea-coal, they following the vein of the Mine, did dig forward still: So that in the space of eight and twenty or nine and twenty years, they have digged more than an English mile under the sea, that when men are at work below, an hundred of the greatest ships in Britaine may sail over their heads. Besides, the Mine is most artificially cut like an Arch or a Vault, ●● that great length, with many nooks and ● ways: and it is so made, that a man may walke upright in the most places, both in and out. Many poor people are there set on work, which otherwise through the want of employment would perish. But when I had seen the line, and was come forth of it again; after my thankes given to Sir George Bruce, I told him, that if the plotters of the Powder Treason in England had seen this Mine, that they (perhaps) would have attempted to have left the Parliament House, and have undermined the ●hames, and so to have blown up the Barges and Wherries, wherein the King, and all the Estates of our Kingdom were. Moreover, I said, that I could afford to turn Tapper at London, so that I had but one quarter of a mile of his Mine to make me a Cellar, to keep Beer and Bottle-ale in. But leaving these jests in Prose, I will relate a few Verses that I made merrily of this Mine.   


That have wasted, Months, weeks, days, & hours  
In viewing Kingdoms, Countries, Towns, and  
Without all measure, measuring many paces, (towers,  
And with my pen describing many places,  
With few additions of mine own devizing,  
Because I have a smack of Cortatizing)  
Our Mandevill, Primaleon, Don Quixot,  
●●reat Amadis, or Huon, travelled not  
As I have done, or been where I have been,  
Or heard and seen, what I have heard and seen;  
For Britain's Odcombe (Zany brave Vlissis)  
In all his ambling, saw the like as this is.  
I was in (would I could describe it well)  
In dark, light, pleasant, profitable hell,  
●and as by water I was wasted in,  
● thought that I in Charon's Boar had been,  
●●ut being at the entrance landed thus,  
Three men there (in stead of Cerberus)  
●●●●●●me in, in each one hand a light  
To guide us in that vault of endless night,  
There young & old with glimmering candles burning  
Dig, delve, and labour, turning and returning,  
Some in a hole with baskets and with bags,  
Resembling furies, or infernal hags:  
There one like Tantal feeding, and there one,  
Like Sisyphus he fowls that restless stone.  
Yet all I saw was pleasure mixed with profit,  
Which proved it to be no tormenting Tophet:  
For in this honest, worthy, harmless hell,  
There ne'er did any damned Devil dwell:  
And th' Owner of it games by it more true glory,  
Then Rome doth by fantastic Purgatory.  
A long mile thus I passed, down, down, steep, steep,  
In deepness far more deep, than Neptune's deep,  
Whilst o'er my head (in fourfold stories hie)  
Was Earth, & Sea, & Air, and Sun, and Sky:  
That had I died in that Cimmerian room,  
Four Elements had covered o'er my tomb:  
Thus farther than the bottom did I go,  
(And many Englishmen have not done so;)  
Where mounting Porpoises, and mountain Whales,  
And Regiments of fish with fins and Scales,  
Twixt me and Heaven did freely glide and slide,  
And where great ships may at an anchor ride:  
Thus in by Sea, and out by land I passed,  
And took my leave of good Sir George at last.    

The Sea at certaines places doth leak, of soak into the Mine, which by the industry of Sir George Bruce, is all conveyed to one Well near the land; where he hath a device like a horsemill, that with three horses and a great chain of Iron, going downward many fathoms, with thirty six buckets fastened to the chain, of the which eighteen go down still to be filled, and eighteen ascend up to be emptied, which do empty themselves (without any man's labour) into a trough that conveys the water into the Sea again; by which means he saves his Mine, which otherwise would be destroyed with the Sea, beside he doth make every week ninety or a hundred Tons of salt, which doth serve most part of Scotland, some he sends into England, and very much into Germany: all which shows the painful industry with God's blessings to such worthy endeavours: I must with many thankes remember his courtesy to me, and lastly how he sent his man to guide me ten miles on the way to Sterling, where by the way I saw the outside of a saire and stately house called Allaway, belonging to the Earl of Marr, which by reason that his Honour was not there, I passed by and went to Sterling, where I was entertained and lodged at one Master john Archibalds, where all my want was that I wanted room to contain half the good cheer that I might have had there; he had me into the Castle, which in few words I do compare to Windsor for situation, much more than Windsor in strength, and somewhat less in greatness; yet I dare affirm, that his Majesty hath not such another hall to any house that he hath neither in England or Scotland, except Westminster Hall which is now no dwelling Hall for a Prince, being long since metamorphosed into a house for the Law and the profits.  
This goodly Hall was built by King james the fourth, that married King Henry the eights sister, and after was slain at Flodden field; but it surpasses all the Halls for dwelling houses that ever I saw, for length, breadth, height and strength of building, the Castle is built upon a rock very lofty, and much beyond Edinburgh Castle in state and magnificence, and not much inferior to it in strength, the rooms of it are lofty, with carved works on the ceilings, the doors of each room being so high, that a man may ride upright on horseback into any chamber or lodging. There is also a goodly fair Chapel, with Cellars, Stables, and all other necessary Offices, all very stately & befitting the Majesty of a King.  
From Sterling I road to Saint johnston, a fine Town it is, but it is much decayed, by reason of the want of his Majesty's yearly coming to lodge there. There I lodged one night at an Inn, the goodman of the house his name being Petricke Pettcarne, where my entertainment was with good cheer, good lodging, all too good to a bad weary guest. Mine Host told me that the Earl of Marr, and Sir William Murray of Abercarny were gone to the great hunting to the Brca of Marr; but if I made haste I might perhaps find them at a Town called Breekin, or Breechin, two and thirty miles from Saint john stone whereupon I took a guide to Breekin the next day, but before I came, my Lord was gone from thence four days.  
Then I took another guide, which brought me such strange ways over mountains and rocks, that I think my horse never went the like; and I am sure I never saw any ways the might fellow them. I did go through a Country called Glaneske, where passing by the side of a hill, so steep as the ridge of a house, where the way was rocky, and not above a yard broad in some places, so fearful and horrid it was to look down into the bottom, for if either horse or man had slipped, he had fallen (without recovery) a good mile downright; but I thank God, at night I came to a lodging in the Lard of Eggels' Land, where I lay at an Irish house, the folks not being able to speak scarce any English, but I supped and went to bed, where I had not lain long, but I was enforced to rise, I was so stung with Irish Musketaes', a creature that hath six leg, and lives like a monster altogether upon man flesh, they do inhabit and breed most in flattish houses, and this house was none of the cleanest, the beast is much like a louse in England, both in shape and nature; in a word, they were to me the A. and the Z. the Prologue and the Epilogue, the first and the last that had in all my travels from Endenborough; and had not this High-land Irish house helped me at a pinch, I should have sworn that all Sealand had not been so kind as to have bestowed a Louse upon me: but with a shift that I had, I shifted off my Cannibals, and was never more troubled with them.  
The next day I traveled over an exceeding high mountain, called mount Skeene, where I found the valley very warm before I went to it; but when I came to the top of it, my teeth began to dance in my head with cold, like Virginals jacks; and withal, a most familiar mist embraced me round, that I could not see thrice my length any way: withal, it yieldest so friendly a dew, that it did moisten thorough all my clothes: Where the old proverb of a Scottish Mist was verified, in wetting me to the skin. Up and down, I think this hell is six miles, the way so uneven, stony, and full of bogs, quagmires, and long heath, that a dog with three legs will outruns horse with four: for do what we could, we were four hours before we could pass it.  
Thus with extreme travel, ascending and descending, mounting and alighting, I came at night to the place where I would be, in the Brea of May, which is a large County, all composed of such mountains, that Shooter's hill, Gad's hill, Highgate hill, Hampsted hill, Birdlip hill, or Maluernes hills, are but Molehills in comparison, or like a Liver, or a gizzard under a Capon's wing, in respect of the altitude of their tops, or perpendicularitie of their bottoms. There I saw Mount Benawne, with a furrded mist upon his snowy head in stead of a nightcap: (for you must understand, that the oldest man alive never saw but the snow was on the top of diverse of those hills, both in Summer, as well as in Winter) There did I find the truly Noble and Right Honourable Lords john Erskin Earl of Marr, james Stuarl Earl of Murray, George Gordon Earl of Engye, son and heir to the Marquesse of Huntley, james Erskin Earl of Bughan, and john Lord Erskin, son and here to the Earl of Marr, and their Countesses, with my much honoured, and my best assured and approved friend, Sir William Murray Knight, of Abercarny, and hundred of others Knights, Esquires, and their followers; all and every man in general in one habit, as if 〈…〉 had been there, and made Laws of Equality: For once in the year, which is the whole month of August, and sometimes part of September, many of the Nobility and Gentry of the Kingdom (for their pleasure) do come into these high-land Countries to hunt, where they do conform themselves to the habit of the High-land-men, who for the most part speak nothing but Irish; and in former time were those people which were called the Redshanks. Their habit is shoes with but one, sole apiece; stockings (which they call short hose) made of a warm stuff of diverse colours, which they call Tartane: as for breeches, many of them, nor their forefathers never wore any, but a jerkin of the same stuff that their hose is of, their garters being hands or wreathes of hay or straw, with a plead about their shoulders, which is a mantle of diverse colours, much finer and lighter stuff than their hose, with blue flat caps on their heads, a handkerchief knit with two knots about their neck: and thus are they attired. Now their weapons are long bows and forked arrows, Swords and Targets, Harquebuses, Muskets, Durks, and Loquhabor-Axes. With these Arms I found many of them armed for the hunting. As for their attire, any man of what degree soever that comes amongst them, must not disdain to wear it: for if they do, than they will disdain to hunt, or willingly to bring in their Dogs: but if men be kind unto them, and be in their habit; then are they conquered with kindness, and the sport will be plentiful. This was the reason that I found so many Noblemen and Gentlemen in those shapes. But to proceed to the hunting.  
My good Lord of Marr having put me into that shape, I road with him from his house, where I saw the ruins of an old Castle, called the Castle of Kindroghit. It was built by King Malcolm Canmore (for a hunting house) who reigned in Scotland when Edward the Confessor, Harold, and Norman William reigned in England: I speak of it, because it was the last house that I saw in those parts; for I was the space of twelve days after, before I saw either House, Cornfield, or habitation for any creature, but Dear, wild Horses, Wolves, and such like creatures, which made me doubt that I should never have seen a house again.  
Thus the first day we travelled eight miles, where there were small cottages built on purpose to lodge in, which they call Lonquhards, I thank my good Lord Erskin, he commanded that I should always be lodged in his lodging, the Kitchen being always on the side of a bank, many Kettles and Pots boiling, and many spits turning and winding, with great variety of cheer: as Venison baked, sodden, roast, and stu'de Beef, Mutton, Goats, Kid, Hares, fresh Salmon, Pigeons, Hens, Capons, Chickens, Partridge, Moorecoots, Heathcocks, Caperkellies, and Termagants; good Ale, Sack, White, and Claret, Tent, (or Alicant) with most potent Aquavitae.  
All these, and more than these we had continually, in superfluous abundance, caught by Falconers, Fowlers, Fishers, and brought by my Lords Tenants and Purveyors to victual our Camp, which consisteth of fourteen or fifteen hundred men and horses; the manner of the hunting is this: Five or six hundred men do rise early in the morning, and they do disperse themselves diverse ways, and seven, eight or ten mile's compass, they do bring or chase in the Deer in many herds, (two, three or four hundred in a heard) to such or such a place, as the Noblemen shall appoint them; then when day is come, the Lords and Gentlemen of their Companies, do ride or go to the said places, sometimes wading up to the middles through bournes and rivers: and then they being come to the place, do lie down on the ground, till those foresaid Scouts which are called the Tinckhell, do bring down the Dear: But as the Proverb says of a bad Cook, so these Tinckhell men do like their own fingers; for besides their bows and arrows which they carry with them, we can hear now and then a Harquebusse or a Musket go off, which they do seldom discharge in vain: Then after we had stayed there three hours or thereabouts, we might perceive the Deer appear on the hills round about us, (their heads making a show like a wood) which being followed close by the Tinkhell, are chased down into the valley where we lay; then all the valley on each side being waylaid with a hundred couple of strong Irish Greyhounds, they are let lose as occasion serves upon the heard of Deer, that with Dogs, Guns, Arrows, Durkes, and Daggers, in the space of two hours, fourscore fat Deer were slain, which after are disposed of some one way, and some another, twenty and thirty miles, and more then enough left for us to make merry withal at our Rendez-vous. I liked the sport so well, that I made these two Sonnets following.   


Why should I waste Invention to indite,  
Ovidian fictions, or Olympiam games?  
My misty Muse enlightened with more light,  
To a more noble pitch her aim the frames.  
I must relate to my great Master JAMES,  
The Calydonian annual peaceful war;  
How noble minds do eternize their fames,  
By martial meeting in the Brea of Marr:  
How thousand gallant Spirits came near and fare,  
With Swords & Targets, Arrows, Bows, & Guns,  
That all the Troop to men of judgement, are  
The God of Wars great never conquered Sons.  
The Sport is Manly, yet none bleed but Beasts.  
And last the Victor on the vanquished feasts.   

IF Sport like this can on the Mountains be,  
Where Phoebus' flames can never melt the Snow:  
Then let who lift delight in Vales below,  
Sky-kissing Mountain's pleasure are for me:  
What braver object can man's eyesight see,  
Then Noble, Worshipful, and worthy Wights,  
As if they were prepared for sundry fights,  
Yet all in sweet society agree?  
Through heather, moss, amongst frogs, & bogs, & fogs,  
Amongst craggy cliffs, & thunder battered hills,  
Hares, Hinds, Bucks, Roes are chased by Men & dogs,  
Where two hours hunting fourscore fat Deer kills,  
Low land, your Sports are low as is your Seat,  
The High-land Games & Minds, are high and great.    

Being come to our lodgings, there was such Baking, Boiling, Roasting, and Stewing, as if Cook Russian had been there to have sealded the Devil in his feathers: and after supper a fire of Firrewood as high as an indifferent Maypole: for I assure you, that the Earl of Marr will give any man that is his friend, for thankes, as many Fir trees (that are as good as any ships masts in England) as are worth (if they were in any place near the Thames, or any other portable river) the best Earldom in England or Scotland either: For I dare affirm, he hath as many growing there, as would serve for masts (from this time to the end of the world) for all the ships, Carackes', Hoys, Galleys, Boats, Drumlers, Barks, and Water-crafts, that are now, or can be in the world these forty years.  
This sounds like a lie to an unbeliever; but I and many thousands do know that I speak within the compass of truth: for indeed (the ●ore is the pity) they do grow so fare from any passage of water, and withal in such rocky Mountains, that no way to convey them is possible to be passable, either with Boat, Horse, or Cart.  
Thus having spent certain days in hunting in the Brea of Marr, we went to the next County called Bagenoch, belonging to the Earl of Engie, where having such sport and entertainment as we formerly had; after four or five days pastime, we took leave of hunting for that year; and took our journey toward ●● strong house of the Earls, called Ruthen in Bagenoch, where my Lord of Engie and his Noble Countess (being daughter to the Earl of Argile) did give us most noble welcome three days.  
From thence we went to a place called Ballo Castle, a fair and stately house, a worthy Gentleman being the Owner of it, called the Lord of Grant, his wife being a Gentlewoman honourably descended being sister to the right Honourable Earl of Athol, and to Sir Patrick Murray Knight; she being both inwardly and outwardly plentifully adorned with the gifts of Grace and Nature: so that our cheer was more than sufficient; and yet much less than they could afford us. There stayed there four days, four Earls, one Lord, diverse Knights and Gentlemen, and their servants, footmen and horses; and every ●●●● four long Tables furnished with all varieties: Our first & second course being threescore dishes at one board; and after that always a Banquet: and there if I had not forsworn wine till I came to Edinburgh, I think I had there drank my last.  
The fifth day with much ado we gate from thence to Tarnaway, a goodly house of the Earl of Murrayes, where that right Honourable Lord and his Lady did welcome us four days more. There was good cheer in all variety, with some what more than plenty for advantage: for indeed the County of Murray is the most pleasantest, and plentiful Country in all Scotland; being plain land, that a Coach may be driven more than four and thirty miles one way in it, alongst by the Sea-coast.  
From thence I went to Elgen in Murray, an ancient City, where there stood a fair and beautiful Church with three steeples, the walls of it and the steeples all yet standing; but the Roofs, Windows, and many Marble Monuments and Tombs of honourable and worthy personages all broken and defaced: this was done in the time when ruin bore rule, and Knox knocked down Churches.  
From Elgen we went to the Bishop of Murray his house which is called Spiny, or Spinaye: a Reverend Gentleman he is, of the Noble name of Douglas, where we were very well wel-comed, as befitted the honour of himself and his guests.  
From thence we departed to the Lord marquis of Huntley's, to a sumptuous house of his, named the Bogg of Geethe, where our entertainment was like himself, free, bountiful and honourable. There (after two days stay) with much entreaty and earnest suit, I gate leave of the Lords to departed towards Edinburgh: the Noble marquis, the Earl of Marr, Murray, Engie, Bughan, and the Lord Erskin; all these, I thank them, gave me gold to defray my charges in my journey.  
So after five and thirty days hunting and travel, I returning, past by another stately mansion of the Lord Marquesses, called Strobeggi, and so over Carny monnt to Breekin, where a wench that was borne deaf and dumb came into my chamber at midnight (I being asleep) and she opening the bed, would fain have lodged with me: but had I been a Sardanapalus, or a Heliogabalus, I think that either the great travel over the Mountains had tamed me; or if not, her beauty could never have moved me. The best parts of her were, that her breath was as sweet as sugar-carrion, being very well shouldered beneath the waste; and as my Hostess told me the next morning, that she had changed her Maidenhead for the price of a Bastard not long before. But howsoever, she made such a hideous noise, that I started out of my sleep, and thought that the Devil had been there: but I no sooner knew who it was, but I arose, and thrust my dumb beast out of my chamber; and for want of a lock or a latch, I staked up my door with a great chair.  
Thus having escaped one of the seven deadly sins as at Breekin, I departed from thence to a Town called Forfard, and from thence to Dundee, and so to Kinghorne, Burnt Island, and so to Edinburgh, where I stayed eight days, to recover myself of falls and bruises which I received in my travel in the High-land mountainous hunting, Great welcome I had showed me all my stay at Edinburgh, by many worthy Gentlemen, namely, old Master George Todrigg, Master Henry Leving flow, Master james Henderson, Master john Maxwell, and a number of others, who suffered me to want no wine or good cheer, as may be imagined.  
Now the day before I came from Edinburgh, I went to Leeth, where I found my long approved and assured good friend Master Benian●●● johnson, at one Master john Stuarts house: I thank him for his great kindness towards me: for at my taking leave of him, he gave me a piece of gold of two and twenty shillings to drink his health in England. And withal, willed me to remember his kind commendations to all his friends: So with a friendly farewell, I left him as well, as I hope never to see him in a worse estate: for he is amongst Noblemen and Gentlemen, that know his true worth, and their own honours, where, with much respective love he is worthily entertained.  
So leaving Leeth, I returned to Edinburgh, and within the port or gate, called the Netherbowe, I discharged my pockets of all the money I had and as I came penniless within the walls of that City at my first coming thither; so now at my departing from thence, I came moneyless out of it again; having in company to convey me out, certain Gentlemen, amongst the which was Master james Atherson, Laird of Gasford, a Gentleman that brought me to his house, where with great entertainment he and and his good wife did welcome me.  
On the morrow he sent one of his men to bring me to a place called Adam, to Master john Acmootye his house, one of the Grooms of his Majesty's Bedchamber; where with him and his two brethren, Master Alexander and Master james Acmootye, I found both cheer and Welcome, not inferior to any that I ●●●● had in any former place.  
Amongst our viands that we had there, ● must not forget the Soleand Goose, a mo●● delicate Fowl, which breeds in great abo●dance in a little Rock called the Basse, which stands two miles into the Sea. It is very good flesh, but it is eaten in the form as we ●●● Oysters, standing at a side-boord, a little before dinner, unsanctified without Grace; and after it is eaten, it must be well liquored with two or three good rouses of Sherry or C●●rie sack. The Lord or Owner of the Basse do● profit at the least two hundred pound yeer●● by those Geese; the Basse itself being of ● great height, and near three quarters of a mile in compass, all fully replenished with Wildfowle, having but one small entrance ● to it, with a house, a garden, and a Chapp● in it; & on the top of it a Well of pure fr●●● water.  
From Adam, Master john and Master I●●● Acmootye went to the Town of Dunbarr ●●●● me, where ten Scottish pints of wine were consumed, and brought to nothing for a farewell there at Master james Baylies house I took leave, and Master james Acmootye commi●●● for England, said, that if I would ride with ●●●, that neither I nor my horse should want●●●● 'twixt that place and London. Now I having ● money or means for travel, began at once ●● examine my manners and my want: at last my want persuaded my manners to accept of this worthy Gentleman's undeserved courtesy. So that night he brought me to a place called C●per-spath, where we lodged at an Inn, the li●● of which I dare say, is not in any of his Majesty's Dominions. And for to show my thankfulness to Master William Arnet and his wife, the Owners thereof, I must explain their bountiful entertainment of guests, which is this:  
Suppose ten, fifteen, or twenty men and horses come to lodge at their house, the men shall have flesh, tame and wildfowl, fish with all variety of good cheer, good lodging, and welcome, and the horses shall want neither hay or provender: and at the morning at their departure the reckoning is just nothing. This is this worthy gentlemen's use, his chief delight being only to give strangers entertainment gratu: And I am sure, that in Scotland beyond Edinburgh, I have been at houses like Castles for building; the master of the house his heaven, being his blue Bounet, one that will wear no other shirts, but of the Flax that grows on his own ground, and of his wives, daughters, or servants spinning; that ●●●th his Stockings, Hose, and jerkin of the Wool of his own Sheep's backs; that never (by his pride of apparel) caused Mercer, Draper, Silk man, Embroiderer, or Haberdasher to break and turn bankrupt: and yet this plain homespun fellow keeps and maintains thirty, forty, fifty servants, or perhaps more, every day relieving three or four score poor people at his gate; and besides all this can give noble entertainment for four or five days together to five or six Earls and Lords, besides Knights, Gentlemen and their ●●llowers, if they he three or four hundred men, and horse of them, where they shall not only feed but feast, and not feast, but banker, this is a man that desires to know nothing so ●●●●●●● his duty to God and his King, whose ●●●● cares are to practise the works of ●●●●●, Charity, and Hospitality: he never studies the consuming Art of fashionlesse fashions, he never tries his strength to bear four or five hundred Acres on his back at once, his legs are always at liberty, not being settred with golden garters, and manacled with artificial Roses, whose weight (sometime) is the Relics of some decayed Lordship: Many of these worthy housekeepers there are in Scotland, amongst some of them I was entertained; from whence I did truly gather these aforesaid observations.  
So leaving Coberspath, we road to Berwick, where the worthy old Soldier and ancient Knight, Sir William Bowyer, made me welcome, but contrary to his will, we lodged at an Inn, where Master james Acmooty paid all charges: but at Barwhicke there was a grievous chance happened, which I think not fit the relation to be omitted.  
In the River of Tweed, which runs by Berwick, are taken by Fishermen that dwell there, infinite numbers of fresh Salmon, so that many households and families are relieved by the profit of that fishing; but (how long since I know not) there was an order that no man or boy whatsoever should fish upon a Sunday: This order continued long amongst them, till some eight or nine weeks before Michaelmas last, on a Sunday, the Salmon played in such great abundance in the River, that some of the Fishermen (contrary to God's law and their own order) took Boats and nets and fished, and caught three hundred Salmon; but from that time until Michaelmas day that I was there, which was nine weeks, and heard the report of it, and saw the poor people's lamentations, they had not seen one Salmon in the River; and some of them were in despair that they should never see any more there; affirming it to be God's judgement upon them for the profanation of the Sabbath.  
The thirtieth of September we road from Berwick to Belford, from Belford to Anwicke, the next day from Amrick to Newcastle, where I found the noble Knight, Sir ●●enry witherington; who, because I would have no gold nor silver, gave me a bay Mare, in requital of a loaf of bread that I had given him two and twenty years before, at the Island of Flores, of the which I have spoken before. I overtook at Newcastle a great many of my worthy friends, which were all coming for London, namely, Master Robert Hay, and Master David Drummond, where I was welcomed at Master Nicholas Tempests house. From Newcastle I road with those Gentlemen to Durham, to Darington, to Northalerton, and to Topel●sse in Yorkshire, where I took my leave of them, and would needs try my penniless fortunes by myself, and see the City of York, where I was lodged at my right Worshipful good friend, Master Doctor Hudson one of his Majesty's Chaplains, who went with me, and shown me the goodly Minster Church there, and the most admirable, rare-wrought, unfellowed Chapter house.  
From York I road to Doncaster, where my horses were well fed at the Bear, but myself found out the honourable Knight, Sir Robert Anslruther at his father in laws, the truly noble Sir Robert Swifts house, he being then high Sheriff of Yorkshire, where with their good Ladies, and the right Honourable the Lord Sanquhar, I was stayed two nights and one day, Sir Robert Anslruther (I thank him) not only paying for my two horse's meat, but at my departure, he gave me a letter to Newarke upon Trent, twenty eight miles in my way, where Master George Atkinson mine Host made me as welcome, as if I had been a French Lord, and what was to be paid, as I called for nothing, I paid as much; and left the reckoning with many thankes to Sir Robert Anstruther.  
So leaving Newarke, with another Gentleman that overtook me, we came at night to Stamford, to the sign of the Virginity (or the Maidenhead) where I delivered a Letter from the Lord Sanguhar; which caused Master Bates and his wife, being the Master and Mistress of the house, to make me and the Gentleman that was with me great cheer for nothing.  
From Stamford the next day we road to Huntingdon, where we lodged at the Postmasters house, at the sign of the Crown; his name is Riggs. He was informed who I was, and wherefore I undertook this my penniless Progress: wherefore he came up to our chamber, and supped with us, and very bountifully called for three quarts of Wine and Sugar, and four jugges of Beer. He did drink and begin healths like a Horseleech, and swallowed down his cups without feeling, as if he had had the dropsy, or nine pound of Sponge in his maw. In a word, as he is a Post, he drank post, striving and calling by all means to make the reckoning great, or to make us men of great reckoning. But in his payment he was tired like a jade, leaving the Gentleman that was with me to discharge the terrible Short, or else one of my horses must have lain in pawn for his superfluous calling, and unmannerly intrusion.  
But leaving him, I left Huntingdon, and road on the Sunday to Puckridge, where Master Holland at the Faulkon, (mine old acquaintance) and my loving and ancient Host gave me, my friend, my man, and our horses excellent cheer, and welcome, and I paid him with, Not a penny of money.  
The next day I came to London, and obscurely coming within More-gate, I went to a house and borrowed money: And so I stole back again to Iflington, to the sign of the Maiden head, staying till Wednesday, that my friends came to meet me, who knew no other, but that Wednesday was my first coming: where with all love I was entertained with much good cheer: and after Supper we had a play of the life and death of Guy of Warwick, played by the Right Honourable the Earl of Darb● his men. And so on the Thursday morning being the fifteenth of October, I came home to my house in London.   

THE EPILOGUE TO ALL MY ADVENTURERS AND OTHERS.  
THus did I neither spend, or beg, or ask,  
By any course, direct or indirectly:  
But in each tittle I performed my task,  
According to my bill most circumspectly.  
I vow to God, I have done SCOTLAND wrong,  
(And (justly) 'gainst me it may bring an Action)  
I have not given't that right which doth belong,  
For which I am hall guilty of detraction:  
Yet had I wrote all things that there I saw,  
Misjudging censures would suppose I flatter,  
And so my name I should in question draw,  
Where Asses bray, and prattling Pies do chatter:  
Yet (armed with truth) I publish with my Pen,  
That there th'Almighty doth his blessings heap,  
In such abundant food for Beasts and Men;  
That I ne'er saw more plenty or more cheap.  
Thus what mine eyes did see, I do believe;  
And what I do believe, I know is true:  
And what is true, unto your hands I give,  
That what I give, may be believed of you.  
But as for him that says I lie or dote,  
I do return, and turn the Lie in's throat.  
Thus Gentlemen, amongst you take my ware,  
You share my thankes, and I your money's share.  
Yours in all observance and gratefulness, ever to be commanded, IO: TAYLOR.   
FINIS.   

THE GREAT EATER OR PART OF THE ADMIRABLE TEETH AND STOMACHES EXPLOITS OF NICHOLAS WOOD, OF HARRISOM IN THE COUNTY OF KENT. HIS EXCESSIVE MANNER OF EATING WITHOUT MANNERS, IN STRANGE AND TRUE MANNER DESCRIBED, BY JOHN TAILOR.  
REcords and Histories do make memorable mention of the diversity of qualities of sundry famous persons, men and women, in all the Countries and Regions of the world, how some are remembered for their Piety and Pity; some for justice; some for Severity, for Learning; Wisdom, Temperance, Constancy, Patience, with all the virtues Divine, and moral: Some again, have purchased a memory for Greatness and Tallness of body; some for Dwarfish smallness; some for beautiful outsides, fair feature and composition of Limbs and stature, many have gotten an earthly perpetuity for cruelty and murder, as Nero, Commodus, and others: for Lechery, as Heliogabalus: for Drunkenness, Tiberius, (alias Biberius:) for Effeminacy, as Sardanapalus: for Gluttony, Aulus Vitellius, who at one supper was served with two thousand sorts of fishes, and seven thousand souls, as Suetonius writes in his ninth Book, and josephus in his fifth Book of the jews wars. Cal●gula was famous for Ambition, for he would be adored as a God, though he lived like a Devil, poisoning ●●● Uncle, and deflowering all his Sisters: And in ●● ages and Countries, time hath still produc●● particular persons, men & women, either ●●● their vertnes or their vices, to be remembered that by meditating on the good, we may b● imitating their goodness, and by viewing ●●●● bad, we might be eschewing their vices.  
To descend lower to more familiar examples, I have known a great man very exp●●● on the jewe-harpe; a rich heir excellen●● Noddy, a justice of the Peace skilful ●● Quoytes; a Merchant's wife a quick Gannister at Irish (especially when she came to be●ring of men) that she would seldom miss ●●●●tring. Monsieur La Ferr a Frenchman, ●●● the first inventor of the admirable Game● Double-hand, Hot-cockles, & Gregory Da●●●● an English man, devised the unmatchable mystery of Blindman-buff. Some have ●●● a gility to ride Post; some the facility ●●runne Post, some the dexterity to ●●●● Post, and some the ability to speak, po●● For I have heard a fellow make a Hackney ●● his tongue, & in a moment he hath gallop'd● ●ye from China to London, without Bridle or ●addle, Others do speak post, in a thick ●●●●ing kind of Ambling-trot, and that in ●●ch speed, that one of them shall talk more ●● one quarter of an hour, then shall be understood in seven years. And as every one ●●●h particular qualities to themselves, and dissonant from others, so are the manners of ●iues (or livings) of all men and women various one from another; as some get their li●ing by their tongues, as Interpreters, Law●ers, Orators, and Flatterers; some by ●●yles, as Maquerellaes, Concubines, Cur●●●anes, or in plain English, Whores; Some by thei● feet, as Dancers, Lackeys, Footmen, and Weavers, and Knights of the public or common order of the Fork; Some by their brains, as Politicians, Monopolists, Proiectmongers, Suit-ioggers, and Stargazers; Some (like the Salamander) live by fire, ●s the whole Race of Tubalcaine, the Vul●anean Brood of Blacksmiths, fire-men, Colliers, Gunners, Gun-founders, and all sorts of mettle-men; Some like the Chameleon, by the Air, and such are Poets, Trumpeters, Cornets, Recorders, Pipers, Bag-pipers; and some by smoke, as Tobaconists, Knights of the Vapour, Gentlemen of the Whiff, Esquires of the Pipe, Gallants in Fumo; Some live by the Water as Herrings do, such are Brewers, Vintners, Dyers, Mariners, Fishermen, and Sculler's; And many like Moles live by the Earth, as griping Usurers, racking Landlords, toiling Plowmen, moiling Labourers, painful Gardeners, and others.  
Amongst all these before mentioned, and many more which I could recite, this subject of my Pen is not (for his quality) inferior to any: and as near as I can, I will stretch my wit upon the Tenters, to describe his name and Character, his worthy Acts shall be related after in due time duly.  
And, Be it known unto all men, to whom these presents shall come, that I john Taylor, Waterman of Saint Saviour's in Southwark, in the County of Surrey, the Writer hereof, etc. will write plain truth, bare and threadbare, and almost starke-naked-truth, of the descriptions, and remarkable, memorable Actions of Nichol●● Wood, of the Parish of Harrisóm in the County of Kent, Yeoman, for these considerations following.  
First, I were to blame to write more than truth, because that which is known to be true, is enough.  
S●condly, that which is only true, is too much.  
Thirdly, the truth will hardly be believed, being so much beyond man's reason to conceive.  
Fourthly, I shall run the hazard to be accounted a great liar, in writing the truth.  
Lastly, I will not lie, on purpose to make all those liars that esteem me so.  
Yet by your leave, Master Critic, you must give me licence to flourish my Phrases, to embellish my lines, to adorn my Oratory, to embroder my speeches, to enterlace my words, to draw out my sayings, and to bombast the whole suit of the business for the time of your wearing. For though truth appeareth best bare in matters of justice, yet in this I hold it decent to attire her with such poor rags as I have, in stead of Robes.  
First then; the place of his birth, and names of his parents are to me a mere Terraincognita, as fare from my knowledge, as content from a Usurer, or honesty from a Bawd, but if he be no Christian, the matter is not much, he will serve well enough for a man of Kent; and if his education had been as his Feeding, it is evident he had been of most mighty breeding; he hath gotten a foul name, but I know not if it came to him by Baptism, for it is partly a Nickname, which in the total is Nicholas, I would abate him but a Saint, and call him Nicholas Shambles, and were the goodness of his purse answerable to the greatness of his appetite, out of all question, no man below the Moon would be a better customer to a shambles than he, for though he be chaste of his body, yet his mind is only upon flesh, he is the only Tugmutton, or Muttonmonger betwixt Dover and Dunbar: for he hath eaten a whole Sheep of sixteen shillings price, raw at one meal (pardon me) I think he left the skin, the wool, the horns, and the bones: but what talk I of a Sheep, when it is apparently known, that he hath at one repast, and with one dish, feasted his Carcase with all manner of meats? All men will confess that a Hog will eat any thing, either fish, flesh, fowl, root, herb, or excrement, and this same noble Nick Nicholas, or Nicholas Nick, hath made an end of a Hog all at once, as if it had been but a Rabbit ●ucker, and presently after, for fruit to recreate his palate, he hath swallowed three pecks of Damsons, thus (Philosophically) by way of a Chemical Infusion, as a Hog will eat all things that are to be eaten, so he in eating the Hog, did in a manner of extraction distil all manner of meats thorough the Limbeck of his paunch.  
But hold a little, I would be loath to cloy my Reader with too much meat and fruit at once● so that after your Sheep, Hog and Damsons, I think it best to suffer you to pause and pick your teeth (if you have any) whilst I spend a few words more in Paraphrasing upon his surname. Wood is his Appellation, Denomination, or how you please to term it.  
Some of the ancient Philosophers have compared man to a Tree with the bottom upwards, whose root is the Brain, the Arms Hands, Fingers, Legs, Feet and Toes, are the Limbs, and Branches, the comparison is very significant, many Trees do bring forth good fruit, so do some few men; Some stately Trees grow high and fair, yet stand for nothing but shades, and some men grow high and lofty, yet are nothing but shadows; Some Trees are so malignant, that nothing can prosper under the compass of their branches; and some men are so unlucky, that very few can thrive in their service. And as of one part of a Tree a Chair of State may be made, and of another part a carved Image, and of a third part a stool of office; So men, being compounded and composed all of one mould and mettle, are different and disconsonant in estates, conditions, and qualities. Too many (like the barren Figtree) bear leaves of hypocrisy, but no fruits of Integrity, who serve only for a flourish in this life, and a flame ●● that hereafter.  
So much for that: now to return to my Theme of Wood, (indeed this last disgressio● may make my Reader think that I could no● see wood for trees) what Wood he is, I know not, but by his face he should be Maple, o● Crabtree, and by his stomach, sure he i● heart of Oak; some say he is a Meddler, but by his stature, he seems like a low short Pine, and certain I am, that he is Popular, a well tymberd piece, or a store house for belly timber.  
Now Gentlemen, as I have walked you amongst the Trees, and thorough the Wood, I pray set down, and take a taste or two mo●e of this Banquet.  
What say you to the Leaf or Flecke of ● Brawn new killed, to be of weight eight pound, and to be eaten hot out of the Boar's belly raw? much good do you Gallants, was it not ● glorious dish? and presently after (in stead of ducats, twelve raw puddings. I speak not one word of drink all this while, for indeed he is no drunkard, he abhors that swinish vice: Alehouses, nor Tapsters cannot neck this Nick with froth, curtal Cannes, tragical blacke-pots, and double-dealing bombasted jugges, could never cheat him, for one Pin●● of Beer or Ale is enough to wash down ● Hog, or water a Sheep with him.  
Two Loins of Mutton, and one Loin of Veal were but as three Sprats to him: Once at Sir Warrham Saint Leigers house, and at S●● William Sydleyes' he shown himself so valiant o● Teeth, and Stomach, that he ate as much as would well have served and sufficed thirty men, so that his belly was like to turn bankrupt and break, but that the Servingmen turned him to the fire, and anointed his paunch with Grease and Butter, to make it stretch and hold; and afterwards being laid in bed, he slep● eight hours, and fasted all the while: which when the Knight understood, he commanded him to be laid in the stocks, and there to endure as long time as he had lain bedrid with eating.  
Pompey the Great, Alexander the Great, T●●berlan● the Great, Charlemain or Charles the ●reat, Arthur the Great: all these got the ●itle of Great, for conquering Kingdoms, ●●d killing of men; and surely eating is not a ●●ea●er sin than rapine, theft, manslaugh●● and murder. Therefore this noble Ea●a●●● doth well deserve the Title of Great: wherefore I instile him Nicholas the Great (Eater:) ●nd as these forenamed Greats have overgrown and wasted Countries, and Hosts ●f men, with the help of their Soldiers and ●●llowers; so hath our Nick the Great, (in ●●●● own person) without the help or aid ●f any man, overcome, conquered, and devoured in one week, as much as would have sufficed a reasonable and sufficient Army in a ●●y, for he hath at one meal made an assault ●pon seven dozen of good Rabbits at the ●ord Wootons' in Kent, which in the total is fourscore, which number would well have sufficed a hundred, threescore, and eight hungry Soldiers, allowing to each of them half a drabbet.  
Bell, the famous Idol of the Babylonians, was mere imposture, a juggling toy, and a ●heating babble, in comparison of this Nicho●●an, Kentish Tenterbelly, the high and mighty ●uke All paunib, was but a fiction to him. Milo ●he Crotonia● could hardly be his equal: and ●oclner of Windsor was not worthy to be his footman. A quarter of fat Lamb, and three●ore Eggs have been but an easy collation ●nd three well larded Pudding-pyes he hath at ●ne time time put to foil, eighteen yards of ●lacke Puddings (London measure) have suddenly been imprisoned in his sowsetub. A ●ucke raw with guts, feathers, and all (except the bill & the long feathers of the wings) ●ath swom in the whirlepole or pond of his ●●awe, and he told me, that threescore pound of Cherries was but a kind of washing meat, ●nd that there was no tack in them, for he ●ad tried it at one time. But one john Dale was ●oo hard for him at a place called Lennam, for ●he said Dale had laid a wager that he would fill ●oods belly, with good wholesome victuals for ●●, shillings, & a Gentleman that laid the contrary, did wager, that as ●oone as noble Nick ●ad eaten out Dales 2. shillings, that he should presently enter combat with a worthy Knight, called Sir Loin of Beef, & overthrew him; in conclusion, Dale bought 6. pots of potent, high, and mighty Ale, and twelve new penny white loaves, which he sopped in the said Ale, the powerful fume whereof, conquered the conqueror, robbed him of his reason, bereavest him of his wit, violently taken away his stomach, intoxicated his Pian after, & entered the Sconce of his Pericranion, blindfolded him with sleep; setting a nap of nine hours for manacles upon his threadbare eyelids, to the preservation of the roast Beef, and the unexpected winning of the wager.  
This invincible Ale, victoriously vanquished the vanquisher, and over our Great Triumpher, was Triumphant: But there are precedents enough of as potent men as our Nicholas, that have subdued Kings and Kingdoms, and yet they themselves have been captived and conquered by drink; we need recite no more examples but the Great Alexander, and Holophernes, their ambition was boundless, and so is the stomach of my Pens subject, for all the four Elements cannot cloy him, fish from the deepest Ocean, or purest River, fairest Pond, foulest Ditch, or dirtiest puddle: he hath a receit for Fowl of all sorts, from the Wren to the Eagle, from the Titmouse to the Ostrich, or Cassawar away, his paunch is either a Coop or a Roost for them: He hath (within himself) a stall for the Ox, a room for the Cow, a sty for the Hog, a Park for the Deer, a warren for Coneys, a store-house for fruit, a dayery for Milk, Cream, Curds, Whey, Buttermilk, and Cheese: his mouth is a Mill of perpetual motion, for let the wind or the water rise or fall, yet his teeth will ever be grinding; his guts are the Rendez-vous or meeting place or Burse for the Beasts of the fields, the Fowls of the Air, and Fishes of the Sea; and though they be never so wild or disagreeing in Nature, one to another, yet he binds or grinds them to the peace, in such manner, that they never fall at odds again. His eating of a Sheep, a Hog, and a Duck raw, doth show that he is free from the sin of niceness or curiosity in his Dyert. (It had been happy for the poor, if their stomaches had been of that constitution, when ●●acoales were so dear here.) Besides, he never troubles a Larder, or Cupboard to lay cold meat in, nor doth he keep any Cats or Traps in his house to destroy vermin, he takes so good a course, that he lays or shuts up all safe within himself; in brief, give him meat, and he ne'er stands upon the cookery, he cares not for the Peacock of Same's, the Woodcock of Phrygia, the Cranes of Malta, the Pheasants of England, the Caperkelly, the Heathcocke, and Terniagant of Scotland, the Goat of Wales, the Salmon, and Vsquabah of Ireland, the Saw●edge of Bolognia, the Skink of Westphalia, the Spanish Potato, he holds as a babble, and the Italian Pig he esteems as poison.  
He is an English man, and English diet will serve his turn. If the Norfolk Dumplin, and the Devonshire Whitepot, be at variance, he will a●one them, the Bag-puadings of Gloucester shire, the Blacke-puddings of W●rcester shire, the Pan-puddings of shropshire, the white puddings of Somersetshire, the Hasty-puddings of Hamshire, and the Pudding pies of any shire, all is one to him, nothing comes amiss, a contented mind is worth all, and let any thing come in the shape of fodder, or eating stuff, it is welcome, whether it be Sausedge, or Custard, or Eg-pye, or Cheesecake, or Flawne, or Fool, or Fr●yze, or Tanzy, or Pancake, or Fritter, or Flapiacke, or Posset, Galley-ma●srey, Mackeroone, Kick-shaw, or Tantablin, he is no puling Meacock, nor in all his life time the queasiness of his stomach needed any saucy spur or switch of sour Verivice, or acute Vinegar, his appetite is no straggler, nor is it ever to seek, for he keeps it close prisoner, and like a courteous kind jailor, he is very tender over it, not suffering it to want any thing if he can by any means procure it: indeed it was never known to be so fare out of reparations, that it needed the assistance of Carrdle, Alebery, julep, Cullis, Gruel, or stewd-broth, only a mess of plain frugal Country Pottage was always sufficient for him, though it were but a washing-bowle full, of the quantity of two pecks, which porringer of his, I myself saw at the sign of the white Lion at a Village called Harri●●m in Kent, ●●● Hostess of which house did affirm, that ●● did at once wash down that Bowl full portage, with nine penny loaves of bread, ●● three jugges of Beer.  
Indeed, in my presence (after he had b●●ken his fast) having (as he said) eaten one po●tle of milk, one pottle of pottage, with bread, butter, and cheese: I then sent for him, to ●●● aforesaid Inn, and after some accomodat●●● salutations, I asked him if he could eat ●●● thing? He gave me thankes, and said, that ●●● he had known, that any Gentleman wo●●● have invited him, that he would have spa●●● his breakfast at home, (and with that he ●●●● me as aforesaid, what he had eaten) yet ne●●thelesse (to do me a courtesy) he would s●●●● me some small cast of his office, for he had o●● hole or corner in the profundity of his s●●●● house, into which he would stow and bess●● any thing that the house would afford, at ●●●● peril and my cost. Whereupon I summo●● my Hostess with three knocks upon the Table● two stamps on the floor, with my fist and ●o● at which she made her personal appearance with a low Curtsy, and an inquisitive W●●●● lack ye? I presently laid the authority of bold Guest upon her, commanding that all ●●●● victuals in the house should be laid on the Table. She said, she was but slenderly prouide● by reason goodman Wood was there, but w●● she had, or could do, we should pre●ca●● have: so the cloth was displayed, the salt ●● advanced, six penny wheaten loaves w●● mounted two stories high like a Rampi● three sixpenny Ve●le pies, walled sh●● about, and well victualled within, were presented to the hazard of the Scalado, one pon●● of sweet butter (being all fat and no bones) was in a cold sweat at this mighty preparations one good dish of Thorneback, white as A●baster or the Snow upon the Scythian mountains, and in the Rear came up an inch th●● shiver of a Peck household lose; all which provision were presently, in the space of ● hour utterly confounded, and brought to ●● thing, by the mere and only valorous desterity of our unmatchable grand Gurmou●● he courageously past the Pikes, and I cleared ●●shot, but the house yielded no more, so ●●●● Guess arose unsatisfied, and myself ●● contended in being's thrifty and saving my ●oney against my will.  
●● did there offer him twenty shillings to bring ●● up to my house on the Bankside, ●● there I would have given him as much ●●od meat, as he would eat in ten days, ●●e after another, & five shillings a day every ●●, and at the ten days end, twenty shillings more, to bring him down again. I did ●y offer ten shillings to one jeremy Robinson ●Glouer (a man very inward with him) to attend an● keep him company, and two shillings six pence the day, with good diet and ●●lging: all which were once accepted, vn●●● Wood began to ruminate and examine what ●●ruice he was to do, for these large allow●ces. Now my plot was to have him to the bear-garden, and there before a house full of ●●eople, he should have eaten a wheel barrow ●ll of Tripes, and the next day, as many pudding should reach over the Thames (at a ●●lace which I would measure betwixt London and sRichmond) the third day, I would have allowed him a fat Calf, or Sheep of twenty shillings price, and the fourth day he should ●aue had thirty Sheep's Gathers, thus from day to day, he should have had wages & diet with variety; but he fearing that which his me●ts would amount to unto, broke off the match, ●aying, that perhaps when his Grace, (I guess who he meant) should hear of one that ate so much, and could work so little, he doubted there would come a command to hang him: where upon our hopeful Bear-garden business was shiverd, and shattered in pieces.  
Indeed he made a doubt of his expected performance in his quality, by reason of his being grown in years, so that if his stomach should fail him publicly, and lay his reputation in the mire, it might have been a disparagement to him for ever, and especially in Kent, where he hath long been famous, he would be loath to be defamed; But as weak as ●he was, he said, that he could make a shift to destroy a fat Wether of a pound in two hours, provided that it were tenderly boiled, for he hath lost all his teeth (except one) in eating a quarter of Mutton, (bone, and all) at Ashford in the County aforesaid, yet is he ●ery quick and nimble in his feeding, and will rid more Eating work away in two hours, than ten of the hungriest Carters in the Parish where he dwells. He is surely noble (for his great Stomach) and virtuous, chiefly for his patience in putting up much; moreoever he is thirfty or frugal, for when he can get no better meat, he will eat Ox Livers, or a mess of warm Ale-graines from a Brewhouse. He is provident and studious where to get more provision as soon as all is spent, and yet he is bountiful or prodigal in spending all he hath at once: he is profitable in keeping bread and meat from mould and Maggots, and saving the charge of salt, for his appetite will not wait and attend the powdering; his courtesy is manifest, for he had rather have one Farewel then twenty Godbwyes: Of all things, he holds fasting to be a most superstitious branch of Popery, he is a main enemy to Ember weeks, he hates Lent worse than a Butcher or a Puritan, and the name of Good-friday affrights him like a Bulbegger; a long Grace before meat, strikes him into a Quotidian Ague; in a word, he could wish that Christmas would dwell with us all the year, or that every day were metamorphoz●d into Shrovetuesdayes; in brief, he is a Magazine, a store-house, a Receptacle, a Burse, or Exchange, a Babel or confusion for all Creatures.  
He is no Gamester, neither at Dice, or Cards, yet there is not any man within forty miles of his head, that can play with him at Maw, and though his pasture be never so good, he is always like one of Pharaohs lean Kine; he is swarthy, blackish hair, Hawk-nosed (like a Parrot, or a Roman) he is wattle-lawde, and his eyes are sunk inward, as if he looked into the inside of his intrayles, to note what customed or vncustomed goods he took in, whilst his belly (like a Maine-sayle in a calm) hangs ruffled and wrinkled (in folds and wraths) flat to the mast of his empty carcase, till the storm of abundance fills it, and violently drives it into the full sea of satisfaction.  

LIke as a River to the Ocean bounds,  
Or as a Garden to all Britain's grounds,  
Or like a Candle to a flaming Link  
Or as a single Ace, unto Sise Cinque,  
So short am I of what Nick Wood hath done,  
That having ended, I have scarce begun:  
For I have written but a taste in this,  
To show my Readers where, and what he is.   
FINIS.   


TO THE (SIR REVERENCE) RICH WORSHIPPED Mr TRIM TRAM SENSELESS, GREAT IMAGE OF AUTHORITY and Hedgborough of the famous City of Gotham, and to the rest of that admired and unmatchable Senate, with their Corruptions and Families.  
MOst Honorificicabilitudinitatibus, I having studied the seven Lubberly Sciences (being nine by computation) out of which I gathered three conjunctions four mile Asse-under, which with much labour, and great ease, to little or no purpose, I have noddicated to your grey, grave, and gravelled Prate action. I doubt not but I might have had a Patron nearer hand, as the Dean of Dunstable, or the Beadle of Layton Buzzard, but that I know the Phrase, Method and Style, is not for every man's understanding, no my most renowned Pythagor-Asses, for you this Hogshead of invention was brewed and broached, for I am ignorantly persuaded, that your wisdom can pick as much matter out of this Book in one day, as both the Universities can in twelve months, and thirteen Moons, with six times four years to boot. I know your bounties too exding, for as old mother Baly said, the wit of man was much, when she saw a dog muzzled. Every man is not borne to make a Monument for the Cuckoo; to send a Trifoote home alone, to drive sheep before they have them, or to Trundle cheeses down a hill. So saluting you with more prespect than the Mayor of Loo did the Queen's Ape, I take leave to leave you, and rest yours to bid you welcome, if you came within a mile of my house to stay all night.  
Yours Rolihaytons'.   

To Nobody.  
Upon a Christmas Even, somewhat nigh Easter, anon after Whitsuntide, walking in a Coach from London to Lambeth by water, I overtook a Man that met me in the morning before Sun set, the wind being in Capricorn, the Sign Southwest, with silence I demanded many questions of him, and he with much pensiveness did answer me merrily to the full, with such ample and empty replications, that both our understandings being equally satisfied, we contentiously agreed to finish and prosecute the narratio of the Unknown Knight Sir Gregory Nonsense: so sitting down upon our shoulders, resting uneasily on a bank of Sycamores, under a tree of Odoriferous and contagious Camomile, after three sighs, smilingly uttered in the Hebrew Character, two groans from the Chaldean Dialact, five sobs from the Arabian Cinquepace, six dumb ps from the German Idiom, nine Moods of Melancholy from the Italian tongue, with one hub hub from the Hibernian outcry. And last he laughed in the Cambrian tongue, & began to declare in the Utopian speech, what I have here with most diligent negligence Translated into the English Language, in which if the Printer hath placed any line, letter or syllable, whereby this large volume may be made guilty to be understood by any man, I would have the Reader not to impute the fault to the Author, for it was fare from his purpose to write to any purpose, so ending at the beginning, I say as it is ap plawsefully written and commended to posterity in the Midsummer night's dream. If we offend, it is with our good will, we came with no intent, but to offend, and show our simple skill.  
Rolihayton.   

The names of such Authors Alphabetically recited, as are simply mentioned in this Worke.  

AMadis de Gaul.  
Archy Arms.  
Bevis of Hampton.  
Boe to a Goose.  
Charing Crosse.  
Coakley.  
Dunsmore Cow.  
Davy Wager.  
Euanwich Muff.  
Fri●r and the boy.  
Fubs his Travels.  
Garagon●ua.  
Gammon of West phallia.  
Grigs Granam.  
Hundred merry tales.  
Huon of Bordeaux.  
jacke Drum.  
Knight of the Sun.  
Knave of Diamonds.  
Lanum.  
Long Meg.  
Mad Mawlin.  
No body.  
O tool.  
Proofs of OOOO.  
Quinborough Oysters.  
Ready money.  
Shooter's Hill.  
Singer.  
Sir Thomas Persons.  
Tarleton.  
Tom Derry.  
Tom Thumb.  
Vnguentum Album.  
Will Summer.  
Wit whither wilt thou?  
Woodcock of our side.  
Xampelloes' Quiblines.  
Yard of Ale.  
Zany on tumbling.    

SIR GREGORY NONSENSE HIS NEWS FROM NO PLACE.  
IT was in june the eight and thirtieth day,  
That I embarked was on highgate Hill,  
After discourteous friendly taking leave:  
Of my young Father Madge and Mother john,  
The Wind did ebb, the tide flowed North Southeast,  
We hoist our Sails of Colloquintida.  
And after 13. days and 17. nights,  
(With certain Hiroglyphi●ke hours to boot)  
We with tempestuous calms, and friendly storms,  
split our main topmast, close below the keel.  
●ut I with a dull quick congruity,  
●ook 19 ounces of the Western wind,  
And with the pith of the pole Artichoke,  
Sailed by the flaming Coast of Trapezond,  
There in a Fort of melting Adamant,  
Armed in a Crimson Robe, as black as jet,  
I saw Alcides with a Spider's thread,  
●ead Cerberus to the Prononticke Sea,  
Then cutting further through the marble Maine,  
●●ongst flying Bulls, and 4. legged Turkicocks,  
A d●mbe fair spoken, well-faced aged youth,  
Sent to me from the stout Stymphalideses,  
With tongueless silence thus began his speech:  
●●ustrious flap-iacke, to thy hungry doom,  
Low is the ground I elevate my cause,  
As I upon a Gnat was riding late,  
In quest to parley with the Pleyades,  
I saw the Duke of Hounsditch gaping close,  
●n a green Arbour made of yellow starch,  
Betwixt two Brokers howling Madrigales,  
A Banquet was seemed in of Lampraie● bones,  
Well pickled in the Tarbox of old time,  
When Demogorgon sailed to Islington;  
Which I perceiving with nine chads of steel,  
Strait flew unto the coast of Pimlico.  
●T ' inform great Prester john, and the Mogul,  
What exc'llent Oysters were at Billingsgate.  
The Mogul (all enraged with these news,)  
Sent a black snail post to Tartary,  
To tell the Irishmen in Saxony,  
The dismal downfall of old Charing Crosse.  
With that nine butter Firkins in a flame,  
Did coldly rise to Arbitrate the cause:  
Guessing by the Sinderesis of Wapping,  
Saint Thomas Watering is most ominous.  
For though an Andiron, and a pair of Tongues,  
May both have breeding from one teeming womb,  
Yet by the Calculation of Pickt-hatch,  
Milk must not be so dear as Muskadel.  
First shall Melpomene in Cobweb Lawn●  
Adorn great Memphis in a Mussel boat,  
And all the muses clad in Robes of Air,  
Shall dance, Levoltons' with a Whirligig,  
Fair Pluto shall descend from Brazen Dis,  
And Poliphensus keep a Seamsters shop,  
The I'll of Wight shall like a dive-dapper,  
Devour the Egyptian proud Pyramids,  
Whilst Cassia Fistula shall gurmundize,  
Upon the flesh and blood of Croyden coal dust,  
Then on the banks of Shoreditch shall be seen,  
What 'tis to serve the great Utopian Queen.  
This fearful period with great joyful care,  
Was heard with acclamations, and in fine,  
The whilst a lad of aged Nestor's years,  
Stood sitttng in a Throne of massy yeast:  
(Not speaking any word) gave this reply:  
Most conscript Umpire in this various Orb,  
I saw the Cedars of old, Lebano●,  
Read a sad Lecture unto Clapham heath,  
At which time a strange vision did appear,  
His head was Buckram, and his eyes were sedge,  
His arms were blue bottles, his teeth were straw,  
His legs were nine well squared Tobacco Pipes,  
Clothed in a garment all of Dolphin's eggs,  
Then with a voice erected to the ground,  
Lifting aloft his hands unto his feet,  
He thus began, Cease friendly cutting throats,  
Clamour the Promulgation of your tongues,  
And yield to Demagorgon's policy.  
Stop the refulgent method of your moods,  
For should you live old Paphlagonias years,  
And with Sardan●p●lus match in virtue.  
Yet Airo●os will with a Marigold,  
Run through the Mountains of the Caspian Sea.  
When you shall see above you and beneath,  
That nothing kills a man so soon as death,  
Aquarius joined with Pisces, in firm league,  
With Reasons and vindictive Arguments,  
That pulverised the King of Diamonds,  
And with a diogoricall relapse,  
Squeezed through the Cinders of a Butterfly,  
Great Oberon was mounted on a Wasp,  
To signify this news at Dunstable.  
The Weathercock at Pancrage in a fume,  
With Patience much distracted hearing this,  
Replied thus briefly without fear or wit,  
What madness doth thy Pericranion seize,  
Beyond the Dragon's tail Artyphilax.  
Thinkest thou a Wolf thrust through a sheepskin, glove,  
Can make me take this Gobbling for a Lamb:  
Or that a Crocodile in Bariy broth,  
Is not a dish to feast done Belzebub,  
Give me a Meddler in a field of blue,  
Wrapped up stigmatically in a dream,  
And I will send him to the gates of Dis,  
To cause him fetch a sword of massy Chalk,  
With which he won the fatal Theban field,  
From Rome's great mitred Metropolitan.  
Much was the quoil this braving answer made,  
When presently a Germane Conjurer,  
Did open a learned Book of Palmistry,  
framed full of mental reservations  
The which beginning with a loud low voice,  
With affable and kind discourtesy,  
He spoke what no man heard or understood,  
Words tending unto this or no respect,  
Spawn of a Tortoise hold thy silent noise,  
For when the great Leviathan of Trumpets,  
Shall make a breach in Sinous Tennis Court.  
Then shall the pigmy mighty Hercules,  
Skip like a wilderness in Woodstreet Counter,  
Then Taurus shall in league with Ha●iball,  
Draw Bacchus dry, whilst Boreas in a heat,  
Inuelloped in a Gown of Icicles:  
With much discretion and great want of wit,  
Leave all as wisely as it was at fir●●,  
I mused much how those things could be done.  
When straight a water Tankard answered me,  
That it was made with a Parenthesis,  
With thirteen yards of Kerfie and a half,  
Made of fine flax which grew on Goodwinsands,  
Whereby we all perceived the Hernshawes breed,  
Being trusted with a charitable doom,  
Was near Bunhill, when straight I might descry,  
The Quintessence of Grub street, well distilled  
Through Cripplegate in a contagious Map.  
Bright Phaeton all angry at the sight,  
Snatched a large Woolpack from a pismires mouth.  
And in a Tailor's Thimble boi'ld a Cabbage.  
Then all the standers by, most Reverend, Rude,  
Judged the case was most obscure and clear,  
And that three salt Ennigmates well applied,  
With fourescoure Pipers and Arion's Harp,  
Might catch Garagantua through an augor-hole,  
And 'twas no doubt but mulley Mahamet,  
Would make a quaffing bowl of Gorgous skull,  
Whilst gormundizing Tantalus would weep,  
That Polypheme should kiss Aurora's lips,  
Tri-formed Cynthia in a Sinkefoile shape,  
Met with the Dogstarre on Saint David's day,  
But said Grimalkin mumbling up the Alps,  
Made fifteen fustian fumes of Pasticrust.  
This was no sooner known at Amsterdam,  
But with an Ethiopian Argosy,  
Maned with Flap-dragons, drinking upsifreeze,  
They passed the purple gulf of Basingstoke.  
This being finished, search to any end,  
A full odd number of just sixteen dogs,  
Drenched in a sulphur flame of scalding Ice,  
Sung the Bezonian Whirlpools of Algiers,  
Mixed with pragmatical potato Pies,  
With that I turned my ears to see these things,  
And on a Crystal wall of Scarlet die,  
I with mine eyes began to hear and note,  
What these succeeding Verses might portend,  
Which furiously an Anabaptist squeaked,  
The audience deafly listening all the while.  

A most learnedlye, and Illiterate Oration, in lame galloping Ri●● fustianly pronounced by Nimshag, a Gi●●●sophicall Phoolosopher, in the presence of Ac●●tophel Smel-smocke, Annani-Asse Aretine, Is●●● Nabal, Fransiscus Ra-viliaco, Garnetto jebusito, ●● do Salpetro Favexit Pouderio, and many other g●●● Senators of Limbo. Translated out of the vulg●● Language, of Terraincognita, and is as material as any part of the Book, the meaning whereof a blindman may see without Spectacles as well at midnight, as at noon day.  

THe Story of Ricardo, and of Bindo,  
Appeared like Nilus peeping through a wi●●  
Which put the wand'ring jew in much amazement  
In seeing such a voice without the Casement,  
When lo a Bull; (long nourished in Cocytus,  
With sulphur horns, sent by the Emperor T●●,  
Asked a stigmatic Paraclesian question,  
If Alexander ever loved. Ephestion.   

I seeing each to other were much adverse,  
In mirth and spore set down their minds in sad ●●●  
Which as my brains with care have coined & mi●●●  
With plenteous want of judgement here 'tis pri●●  
But if Grimalkine take my line in dudgioa,  
The case is plain, I pray good Readers judge ●●●,  
That Aesop that old fabulisticke Phrygian,  
From the Nocturnal stoud or lake called Stigi●,  
Came to the Court at Cree●e, clad like a Legate,  
The Porter kindly to him opened the-Gate,  
He passed through Pluto's Hall in Hell most horr●●,  
Where g●as●ing cold mixed with combustious torid,  
Where all things that are good & goodness wanted,  
Where pla●●● of ●● perdition still are planted,  
Where Ghosts and Go●● ling all in sulphur su●●d,  
And all the f●●nds like Cuck olds were cornuted, ●●  
At last he audience got in Plumes presence,  
And of his whole Embassage this was the sense  
●o thee Tartarian Monarch now my Rime-is,  
And therefore mark my Prologue, ●●● Imprimis,  
Thou that in Lim●●●●●● as 'twere Rex Reg●ant,  
●earewith my wit, which is not ●●●●● or pregnant,  
● come, from Ho●dsditch, Long-lane, & from Bridewell,  
Where all that have liu●d ill, have all not died well,  
Where as the Vices show like Virtue's Cardinal,  
Where's money store and conscience very hard in all,  
Through thy protection they are monstrous thrivers,  
Not like the Dutchmen in base Doyts and Stivers,  
For there you may see many a greedy grout-head,  
With●●● or wit, or fence, almost without-head,  
●eld and esteemed a man whose zeal is feruant,  
And makes a show as he were not your servant.  
To tell this news I came from many a mile hence,  
●or we do know there's odds 'twixt talk and silence.  
With that the smugfaced Pluto shook his vestment,  
Deep ruminating what the weighty jeftment,  
Calling to mind old D●●●●●● Hearball,  
With Taciturnity and Actions verbal,  
Quoth he, I care for neither Friend or Kinsman,  
Nor do I value honesty two pins man:  
●●● 'tis a Maxim Mortals cannot hinder,  
The doughty deeds of Wakefields huff cap Pinder,  
Are not so pleasant as the fair Aurora,  
When Ni●●●d rudely played on his Bandora.  
For 'tis not fit that ●ny. Turk or Persian,  
Should in a Cloak-bag hide a fever Tertian,  
Because the Dog-starte in his cold Meridian,  
Might arm himself in fury most quotidian.  
With that, most quick a Pettifogger's tongue went.  
●Well oiled with A●●n●●, Argent, or such unguent)  
used ●it (quoth he) here should be such encroachment,  
By such whose fathers ne'er know what a Coachment;  
Or shall their Scutcheons fairly be endorsed,  
Who riding backward iudishly were horsed?  
For though in I●●●● it be ●●re and frequent,  
Where to the wall most commonly the weak went,  
Yet neither can the Sultan or the Sophy.  
Show any Precedents for such a Trophy.  
By Rules of Logic, he's a kind a Caitiff,  
And makes no reckoning of his Country native,  
That doth with feeble strength, love with derision.  
And without bloodshed makes a deep incision,  
Why should a man lay either life or lim●ny,  
To be endangered by a falling Chimney.  
For though the prosecution may be quaintly,  
Yet may the execution end but faintly,  
Let's call to mind the famous acts of Hector,  
When aged Ganymede carousing Nectar,  
Did leave the Greeks' much matter to repine on;  
Until the: Wooden Horse of trusty Sinon,  
Foald a whole litter of mad Colts in Harness,  
As furious as the host of Holopherne●●  
But to the purpose here's the long and short out,  
All that is said, hath not been much important,  
Nor can it be that what is spoke is meant all,  
Of any thing that happens accidental.  
We will examine wisely what the Foe sent,  
And whether he be innocent or nocent.  
In weighty matters let's not be too serious,  
there's many an Eunuch hath been thought venerious●.  
And 'tis a thing which often hath been heard on,  
That he that labours, doth deserve his Guerdon.  
Let us the first precadent time examine,  
You'll find that hunger is the cause of famine,  
The Birds in Summer that have sweetly chirped,  
Ere winter hath been done, have been extirped.  
He may wear Robes, that ne'er knew what a Ragment,  
And ho● ha● feasts, may fast without a fragment,  
The end proves all, I care not for the Interim,  
Time now that summers him, will one day winter him,  
To outward view, and Senses all exterier,  
Amongst all fools I never saw a verier,  
Than he that doth his liberty prohibit,  
To fall in danger of a fatal jibbit.  
Nor for this purpose here to talk come I,  
How silver may be mocked with Alchemy.  
I oft have heard that many a Hawk hath muted,  
Whereby the Falconer's Clothes have been polluted.  
This may be avoided if the Knight Sir Reverence,  
Be wa●y with a negligent perseverance:  
For men of judgement never think it decent,  
To love a stinking Polecat well for thefent.  
But if a man should seriously consider,  
Where Charity is fled or who hath hid her,  
He in the end would give this worthy sentence,  
The earth hath been accursed since she went hencel  
The times are biting, and the● days canicular,  
And mischief girds about the Globes orbicule●,  
How from the Country all the plain Rusticity,  
Life's by deceit, exiling plain simplicity.  
A face like Rubies mixed with Alabaster,  
Wastes much in Physic, and her water-caster,  
That whosoever perceives which way the stink went,  
May ●●●● and censure she's a great delinquent.  
Why should a Bawd be furred with Budge & Miniver,  
As if she were a Lady, or Queen Guinevere,  
When as perhaps there's many a modest Matron,  
Hath scarcely meat, or money, clothes, or patron?  
And wherefore should a man be grown so stupid;  
To be a slave to Ven●u or to Cup●a?  
he's but a fool that hoping for a vain prize,  
Being captived can have no bail or main prize.  
For he that hath no shift let him determine,  
He shall be bitten with Fleas, Lice, or vermin.  
This being all his speeches, Pia Mater,  
He called a Sculler, and would go by water:  
When straight the Stygian Ferryman a rare one,  
Old amiable currish courteous Charon,  
Rowed with a whirlwind through the Acheron tick,  
And thence unto the AzureSea proponticke,  
There Neptune in a burning blue Pavilion,  
In state did entertain this slow Postilion,  
There Proteus in a Robe of twifted Camphire,  
With a grave beard of monumental Sampire,  
Quoth he, shall we whose Ancestors were warlike,  
Whose rich Perfumes were only Leeks and Garlic,  
Whose noble deeds nocturnal and diurnal,  
Great Towns and Towers did topsy turuy turn all,  
Shall all their valour be in us extinguished?  
Great love forbid, there should be such a thing wished,  
Though Cleopatra was Octanian's rival.  
It is a thing that we may well connive all,  
Amongst the Ancient it is undisputable,  
That women and the winds were ever mutable,  
And 'tis approved where people are litigious,  
There every Epicure is not religious,  
Old Occamus knowing what they meant all,  
Brought Z●phirus unto the Oriental,  
And he by Argument would prove that love is  
A thing that makes a wise man oft a Novice:  
For 'tis approved, a Greyhound or a Beagle,  
Were not ordained or made to hunt the Eagle,  
Nor ca● the nimblest Cat that came from Gotta●●,  
Search the profundity of Neptune's bottom.  
Let roaring Cannons with the Welkin parley,  
It's known, good liquor may be made with Barley,  
And by experience many are assured,  
Some grounds are fruitful, if they be manure●  
For in the rudiments of health or sanity,  
An arrant Whore is but a price of vanity:  
Some men with fury will procrastinate,  
And some with leaden speed make haste in at,  
But in conclusion many things impurely,  
Die in the birth, and never end maturely.  
The man that seeketh straying minds to wean all,  
From venial vices, or offences penal:  
Had he the forces of the Turkish Navy,  
He would lie down at last and cry pec●●●●,  
Of one thing I have oftentimes taken notice,  
The fool that's old, and rich, much apt to dote is;  
And by the light of Pollux and of Cast●●,  
A Wolf in Shepherd's weeds is no good Pastor.  
Those that do live a Comic life by Magic,  
Their Scenes in their Catastrophes are tragic.  
And he that one the world would be chief Primate,  
May give occasion for wise men to rhyme at.  
Before men fell to wrangling disagreement,  
A Lawyer understood not what a fee meant:  
It was a time when Gild did fear no censure,  
But love, and peace, and charity was then sure.  
Now fathers (for their bread) dig and delve it.  
The whilst the Sutten Sons are lived with Velvet  
Thus do I make a hotch potch mesle of Ne●s●●●  
In dark Enigmas, and strange sense upon sense:  
It is not foolish all, nor is it wise all,  
Nor is it true in all, nor is it lies all.  
I have not showed my wits acute or fluent,  
Nor told which way of late the wand'ring jew were  
For mine own part I never cared greatly,  
(So I far well) where those that dress the meat ●●  
A miserable Knave may be close fisted,  
And prodigal expense may be resisted,  
I neither care what Tom, or jacke, or Dick said,  
I am resolved and my mind is fixed,  
The case is, not as he or I, or you said,  
Truth must be found, and witnesses produced,  
My care is, that no captious Reader bear hence,  
My understanding, wit, or reason here-hence.  
On purpose to no purpose I did write all,  
And so at noon, I bid you here good night all.   

THen with a tuchbox of transalpine tar,  
Turning thrice round, and stirring not a jot,  
He threw five ton of red hot purple Snow,  
Into a Pygmies mouth, nine inches square,  
Which straight with melancholy moved,  
Old Bembus Burgomaster of Pickt-hatch,  
That plunging through the Sea of Turnbull stree●●,  
He safely did arrive at Smithfield Bars.  
Then did the Turnetripes on the Coast of Franc●,  
Catch fifteen hundred thousand Grasshoppers,  
With fourteen Spanish Needles bombasted,  
Poached with the Eggs of fourscore Flanders Mares,  
Mounted upon the foot of Cancasus,  
They whirled the football of conspiring fate,  
And broke the shins of smugfaced Mulciber:  
With that grim Pluto all in Scarlet blue,  
Gave fair Proserpina a kiss of brass,  
At which all Hell danced Trenchmore in a string,  
Whilst Ach●ron, and Termagant did sing.  
The Mould warp all this while in white broth bathed,  
Did Carol Dido's happiness in love,  
Upon a Gridiron made of whiting-mops,  
Unto the tune of john come kiss me now,  
At which Avernus' Music 'gan to roar,  
Enthroned upon a seat of three-leaued grass,  
Whilst all the Hibernian Kerns in multitudes,  
Did feast with Shamerags stewed in Vsquebagh,  
At which a banquet made of Monopolies,  
took great distaste, because the Pillory  
Was hunger-starved for want of Villianes ears,  
Whom to relieve, there was a Mittimus,  
Sent from Tartary in an Oyster Boat,  
At which the King of China was amazed,  
And with nine gra●●'s of Rewba●be stellified,  
As low as to the altitude of shame,  
He thrust four Onions in a Candle-case,  
And s●●●ld the meaning of the world's misdoubt,  
Thus with a Dialogue of crimson starch,  
I was inflamed with a numb-cold fire,  
Upon the tenter hooks of Charlemagne.  
The Dogstar howld, the Cat a Mountain smiled,  
And Si●● drank Muskadel and Eggs,  
In the ●●●nd hoof of huge Bucephalus,  
Time turned about, and showed me yesterday,  
Clad in a Cowne of mourning had I witted,  
The motion was almost too late they said,  
Whilst sad despair made all the World stark mad,  
They all arose, and I put up my pen,  
It makes no matter, where, why, how, or when.    

Some Sense at last to the Learned.  
YOu that in Greek and Latin learned are,  
And of the ancient Hebrew have a share,  
You that most rarely oftentimes have sung  
In the French, Spanish, or Italian tongue,  
Here I in English have employed my pen,  
To be read by the learnedst Englishmen,  
Wherein the meanest Scholar plain may see,  
I understand their tongues, as they do me.     


AS MUCH HAPPINESS AS MAY BE WISHED, ATTEND THE Two hopeful Imps, of Gentility and Learning, Mr RICHARD and GEORGE HATTON.  
YOu forward Pair, in Towardly Designs,  
To you I send these sowsde Salt-water Lines:  
Accept, Read, Laugh, and breathe, and to't again,  
And still my Muse, and I, shall yours remain.  
JOHN TAYLOR.   

PROLOGUE.  
I Now intent a Voyage here in Wri●●,  
From London unto York, help to ●●dire,  
Great Neptune lend thy Aid to me, ●●●●●●  
Through thy tempestuous W●ues with ma●●y a blast,  
And then I'll true describe the Towns, and men,  
And manners, as I went and came ageyn.   

A Very Merry Wherrie-ferryvoyage. OR, YORK for my Money.  
THe Year which I do call as others do,  
Full 1600. adding twenty 
a The year of our Lord.  two:  
The Month of july that's for ever famed,  
(Because 'twas so by 
b july was named so by Caesar.  julius Caesar named)  
Just when six days, and to each Day a Night,  
The dogged 
c The Dog-days were 6. days entered.  Dog-days had begun to bite,  
On that day which doth blessed Remembrance bring,  
The name of an Apostle, and our King,  
On that remarkable good day, Saint james,  
I undertook my Voyage down the Thames.  
The sign in 
d I observe signs, winds, tides, days, hours, times, Situations and manners.  Cancer, or the Ribs and Breast,  
And AEolus blew sweetly, West Southwest.  
Then after many farewells, Cups and Glasses,  
(Which oftentimes hath made men worse than Asses  
About the waste or 
e No one if you'll take it ●o●.  Navel of the Day,  
Not being dry or Drunk, I went my way.  
Out wherry somewhat old, or struck in age,  
That had endured near 4. years Pilgrimage,  
And carried honest people, Whores, and Thiefs,  
Some Sergeants, Bailiffs, and some 
f Boats are like Barber's Chairs, Hackneys, or Whores: common to all estates  under-shrieves,  
And now at last was her lot to be  
Th'adventurous bonny Bark to carry me.  
But as an old Whore's Beauty being gone  
Hides Nature's wrack, with Artlike painting on:  
So I with Colours finely did repair  
My Boats defaults, and made her fresh and fair.  
Thus being furnished with good Wine and Beer,  
And Bread and Meat (to banish hungers fear)  
With Sails, with Anchor, Cables, Skulls and Oars,  
With Card and Compass, to know Seas & Shores,  
With Lantern, Candle, Tinderbox and Match,  
And with good Courage, to work, ward, and watch,  
Well maned, well shipped, well victualled, we appointed,  
Well in good health, well timbered and well jointed:  
All wholly well, and yet not half Foxed well,  
Twixt Kent, and Essex, we to Gravesend fell.  
There I had welcome of my friendly Host,  
(A Gravesend Trencher, and a Gravesend Tost)  
Good meat and lodging at an easy rate,  
And rose betimes, although I lay down late.  
Bright Lucifer the Messenger of Day,  
His burnished twinkling splendour did display:  
Risen cheeked Aurora hide her blushing face,  
She spying Phoebus' coming gave him place,  
Whilst Zephyrus, and Auster, mixed together,  
Breathed gently, as fore-boding pleasant weather.  
Old Neptune had his Daughter Thames supplied,  
With ample measure of a flowing Tide,  
But Thames supposed it was but borrowed goods,  
And with her Ebbs, paid Neptune back his Floods.  
Then at the time of this Auspicious dawning,  
I roused my men, who Scrubbing, stretching, yawning,  
Arose, left Gra●esend, Rowing down the stream,  
And near to Lee, we to an Anchor came.  
Because the Sands were bare, and Water low,  
We rested there, till it two hours did Flow:  
And then to travel went our Galley foist,  
Our Anchor quickly weighed, our sail up hoist,  
Where thirty miles we passed, a mile from shore,  
The water two 
* These flat Sands are called the Spits.  foot deep, or little more.  
Thus passed we on the brave East Saxon Coast,  
From 3. at morn, till 2. at noon almost,  
By Shobury, Wakering, Foulness, Tutingham,  
And then we into deeper water came.  
There is a crooked Bay runs winding fare,  
To Maulden, Estersord, and Colchester,  
Which cause 'twas much about, (to ease men's pain)  
I left the Land, and put into the main.  
With speed, the crooked way to scape and pass,  
I made out straight for Frinton and the Nasse.  
But being 3. League's then from any Land,  
And holding of our Maine-sheate in my hand,  
We did espy a coal-black Cloud to rise,  
Forerunner of some Tempest from the Skies;  
Scarce had we sailed a hundred times our length,  
But that the wind began to gather strength:  
Stiff Aeolus with Neptune went to Cuffs:  
With huffs, and puffs, and angry Counterbuffs,  
From boy sterous gusts, they fell to fearful flaws,  
Whilst we 'twixt wind & water, near Death's jaws,  
Tossed like a Cork upon the mounting maine,  
Up with a whiff, and straightway down again,  
At which we in our minds much troubled were,  
And said, God bless us all, what weather's here?  
For (in a word) the Seas so high did grow,  
That Ships were forced to strike their topsails low:  
Mean time (before the wind) we scudded brave,  
Much like a Duck, on top of every wave.  
But nothing violent is permanent,  
And in short space away the Tempest went.  
So farewell it; and you that Readers be,  
Suppose it was no welcome Guest to me:  
My Company and I, it much perplexed,  
And let it come when I send for it next.  
But leaving jesting, Thanks to God I give,  
'twas through his mercy we did scape and live,  
And though these things with mirth I do express,  
Yet still I think on God with thankfulness.  
Thus ceased the Storm, and weather 'gan to smile,  
And we rowed near the shore of Horsey I'll.  
Then did illustrious Titan gi'en to steep  
His Chariot in the Western Ocean deep:  
We saw the ●arre-spent Day, withdraw his light,  
And made for Harwich, where we lay all night.  
There did I find an Hostess with a Tongue  
As nimble as it had on Gimmols hung:  
'Twill never tire, though it continual toiled, '  
And went as you're, as if it had been Oiled:  
All's one for that, for aught which I perceive,  
It is a fault which all our Mothers have:  
And is so firmly grafted in the Sex,  
That he's an Ass that seems thereat to vex.  
Apollo●s becames began to gild the Hills,  
And West Southwest the wind the Welkin fi●s,  
When I left Harwich, and along we ' Rowed  
Against a smooth calm stood that stiffly flowed,  
By Bawdsey Haven, and by Orsord Nasse,  
And so by Aldbrough we at last did pass.  
By Lestoffe we to Yarmouth made our way,  
Our third day's travel being Saturday,  
There did I see a Town well fortified,  
Well governed, with all Nature's wants supplied;  
The situation in a wholesome air,  
The buildings (for the most part) sumptuous, fair,  
The people courteous, and industrious, and  
With labour makes the Sea enrich the Land.  
Besides (for aught I know) this one thing more,  
The Town can scarcely yield a man a Whore:  
It is renowned for Fishing, fare and near,  
And sure in Britain it hath not a Peer.  
But noble Nash, thy fame shall live always,  
Thy witty Pamphlet, the red 
* It hath not a fellow in England for fishing. A Boc●e called The praise of the red Herring.  Herring praise,  
Hath done great Yarmouth much renowned right,  
And put my artless Muse to silent quite.  
On Sunday we a learned Sermon had,  
Taught to confirm the good, reform the bad;  
Acquaintance in the Town I scarce had any,  
And sought for none, in fear to find too many,  
Much kindness to me by mine Host was done,  
(A Mariner named William Richardson)  
Besides mine Hostess gave to me at last  
A Cheese, with which at Sea we broke our fast,  
The gift was round, and had no end indeed,  
But yet we made an end of it with speed:  
My thankes surmounts her bounty, all men sees  
My gratitudes in Print: But where's the Cheese?  
So on the Monday, betwixt one and twain,  
I took my leave, and put to Sea again,  
Down Yarmouth Road we'rowed with cutting speed,  
(The wind all quiet, Arms must do the deed)  
Along by Castor, and Sea-bordring Towns,  
Whose Cliffs & shores abide stern Neptune's frowns,  
Sometimes a mile from land, and sometimes two,  
(As depths or sands permitted us to do)  
Till drawing toward night, we did perceive  
The wind at East, and Seas began to heave:  
The rolling Billows all in fury roars  
And tumbled us, we scarce could use our Oars:  
Thus on a Lee-shore darkness began to come,  
The Sea grew high, the winds began hisse and hum:  
The foaming curled waves the shore did beat,  
(As if the Ocean would all Norfolke ●ate)  
To keep at Sea, was dangerous I did think,  
To go to Land I stood in doubt to sink:  
Thus landing, or not landing (I supposed)  
We were in peril 
* And a ship Carpenter. WE were in a puzzle.  round about enclosed;  
At last to row to shore I thought it b●st,  
Mongst many evils, thinking that the least:  
My men all pleased to do as I command,  
Did turn the Boats head opposite to land,  
And with the highest wave that I could spy,  
I bade them row to shore immediately.  
When strait we all leaped overboard in haste,  
Some to the knees and some up to the waste,  
Where suddenly 'twixt Owl-light and the dark,  
We plucked the Boat beyond high-water mark.  
And thus half sowsd, half stewed, with Sea & sw●●●  
We land at Cromer Town, half dry, half wet.  
But we supposing all was safe and well,  
●●● shunning 
* We were like Flounder alive in a frying-pan, that leaped into the fire to save themselves.  Sylla, on Charybdis fell:  
For why, some Women, and some Children there  
That saw us land, were all possessed with fear:  
And much amazed, ran crying up and down,  
That Enemies were come to take the Town.  
Some said that we were Pirates, some said Thiefs,  
And what the women says, the men believes.  
With that four Constables did quickly call,  
Your aid ● to Arms you men of Cromer all!  
Then straightway forty men with rusty Bills,  
Some armed in Ale, all of approved skills,  
Divided into four stout Regiments,  
To guard the Town from dangerous Events;  
Brave Captain 
* These were the names the cumbersome Cromorian Constables.  Peascod did the Vanguard lead,  
And Captain Clarke the Rearward governed,  
Whilst Captain Wiseman, and hot Captain K●mble,  
Were in the main Battalia fierce and nimble:  
One with his squadron watched me all the night,  
Left from my lodging I should take my slight:  
A second (like a man of simple note)  
Did by the Sea side all night watch my Boat,  
The other two, to make their names Renowned,  
Did Guard the Town, & bravely walk the Round.  
And thus my Boat, myself, and all my men,  
Were stoutly Guarded, and Regarded then:  
For they were all so full with fear possessed,  
That without mirth it cannot be expressed.  
My Invention doth Curvet, my Muse doth Caper,  
My pen doth dance out lines upon the Paper,  
And in a word, I am as full of mirth,  
As mighty men are at their first son's birth.  
Methinks Moriscoes are within my brains,  
And Heyes, and Antiques run through all my veins:  
Heigh, to the tune of Trenchmoore I could write  
The valiant men of Cromers sad affright:  
As Sheep do fear the Wolf, or ●eese the Fox,  
So all amazed were these senseless Blocks:  
That had the Town been fired, it is a doubt,  
But that the women there had pissed it out,  
And from the men Reeked such a fearful sent,  
That people three 
* People did come the●ther 3. or 4. miles about, to know what the matter was.  miles thence mused what it meant,  
And he the truth that narrowly had sifted,  
Had found the Constables, had need t'have shifted.  
They did examine me, I answered than  
I was john Taylor, and a Waterman,  
And that my honest fellow job and I,  
Were servants to King james his Majesty,  
How we to York, upon a Mart were bound,  
And that we landed, fearing to be drowned.  
When all this would not satisfy the Crew,  
I freely opened my Trunk, and bade them view,  
I showed them Books, of Chronicles and Kings,  
Some Prose, some Verse, and idle Sonetting,  
I showed them all my Letters to the full:  
Some to York's Archbishop, and some to Hull,  
But had the twelve Apostles sure been there  
My witnesses, I had been ne'er the 
* I had as good h●ue said nothing.  near.  
And let the use all Oaths that I could use,  
They still were harder of belief than jews.  
They wanted faith, and had resolved before,  
Not to believe what e'er we said or swore.  
They said the world was full of much deceit,  
And that my Letters might be 
* Diligent Officers.  counterfeit:  
Besides, there's one thing bred the more dislike,  
Because mine Host was known a Catholic.  
These things concurring, people came in Clusters,  
And multitudes within my lodging Musters,  
That I was almost worried unto death,  
In danger to be stifled with their breath.  
And had mine Host took pence apiece of those  
Who came to gaze on me, I do suppose,  
No jack an Apes; Baboon, or Crocodile  
E'er got more money in so small a 
* The dancing on the Ropes, or a Puppet play, had come short of his take, accounting ti●e for time.  while.  
Besides, the peasants did this one thing more,  
They called and drank four shillings on my score:  
And like unmannered Mongrels went their way,  
Not spending ought, but leaving me to 
* This was more than I could willingly afford.  pay.  
This was the household business: in mean space  
Some Rascals ran unto my Boat: apace,  
And turned and tumbled her, like men of Gothare,  
Quite topsy turvey upward with her bottom,  
Vowing they would in tatters piecemeal tear  
The cursed Pirates Boat, that bred their fear;  
And I am sure, their madness (to my harm)  
Torca Board out, much longer than mine arm.  
And they so bruised, and split our Wherry, that  
She leaked, we cast out water with a Hat.  
Now let men judge, upon this truths revealing,  
If Turks or Moors could use more ●●●●'rous dealing;  
Or whether it be fit I should not write  
Their envy, foolish fear, and mad despite.  
What may wise men conceive, when they shall note,  
That five unarmed men, in a Wherry Boate,  
Nought to defend, or to offend with stripes,  
But one old 
* And the sword was rusty with Salt-water, that it had need of a quarters warning ●ro it would come out.  sword, and two Tobacco-Pipes,  
And that of Constables a Murninall,  
Men, women, children, all in general,  
And that they all should be so valiant, wise,  
To fear we would a Market Town surprise.  
Inail that's writ, I vow I am no liar,  
I muse the Beacons were not set on fire.  
The dreadful names of Talbot, or of Dr●k●,  
Ne'er made the ●oes of England more to quake  
Then I made Cromer; for their fear and dolour,  
Each man might smell out by his neighbours 
* Abrave sent.  color.  
At last, the joyful morning did approach,  
And Sol began to mount his flaming Coach:  
Then did I think my Purgatory done,  
And rose betimes intending to be gone;  
But holla, stay, 'twas otherways with me,  
The mess of Constables were shrunk to three:  
Sweet Mr Peascods double diligence  
Had horsed himself, to bear intelligence  
To justices of Peace within the land,  
What dangerous business there was now in hand:  
There was I forced to tarry all the while,  
Till some said he road four and twenty mile,  
In seeking men of worship, peace and quorum,  
Most wisely to declare strange news before 'em.  
And whatsoever tales he did recite,  
I'm sure he caused Sir Austin Palgraus, Knight,  
And Mr Robert Kempe a justice there  
Came before me, to know how matters were.  
As conference 'twixt them and I did pass,  
They quickly understood me what I was:  
And though they knew me not in prose and looks,  
They had read of me in my verse, and books;  
My businesses account I there did make,  
And I and all my company did take  
The lawful Oath of our Allegiance then,  
By which we were believed for honest men.  
In duty, and in all humility  
I do acknowledge the kind courtesy  
Of those two Gentlemen; for they did see,  
How much the people were deceived in me.  
They gave me Coin, and Wine, and Sugar too,  
And did as much as lay in them to do,  
To find them that my Boat had torn and rend,  
And so to give them worthy punishment.  
Besides Sir 
* He would have had us to have stayed three or four days with him.  Austin Palgrave bade me this,  
To go but four miles, where his Dwelling is,  
And I and all my Company should there  
Find friendly Welcome, mixed with other Cheer.  
I gave them thankes, and so I'll give them still,  
And did accept their Cheer in their good will.  
Then 3. a Clock at afternoon and past,  
I was Discharged from Cromer at the last.  
But for men shall not think that Enviously  
Against this Town I let my Lines to fly:  
And that I do not lie, or scoff, or fable,  
For them I will write something Charitable.  
It is an Ancient Market Town that stands  
Upon a lofty Cliff of mouldering Sands:  
The Sea against the Cliffs doth daily beat,  
And every tide into the Land doth eat,  
The Town is poor, unable by Expense,  
Against the raging Sea to make defence:  
And every day it eateth further in,  
Still wasting, washing down the sand doth win,  
That if some course be not ta'en speedily,  
The Town's in danger in the Sea to lie.  
A goodly Church stands on these brittle grounds,  
Not many fairer in Great Britain's bounds:  
And if the Sea shall swallowed, as some fear,  
'tis not ten thousand pounds the like could rear.  
No Christian can behold it but with grief,  
And with my heart I wish them quick relief.  
So farewell Cromer, I have spoke for thee,  
Though thou didst much unkindly deal with me,  
And honest Mariners, I thank you there,  
Laboriously you in your arms did bear  
My Boat for me, three furlongs at the least,  
When as the tide of Ebb was so decreased,  
You waded, and you launched her quite afloat,  
And on your backs you bore us to our Boate.  
Th' unkindness that I had before, it come,  
Because the Constables were troublesome:  
Longed to be busy, would be men of action,  
Whose labours was their travels satisfaction:  
Who all were borne when wit was out of Town,  
And therefore got but little of their own:  
So farewell Peascod, Wiseman, Kimble. 
* They longed for employment, and rather than be idle, would be ill occupied.  Clarke,  
Four sons of Ignorance (or much more dark)  
You made me lose a day of brave calm weather.  
So once again farewell, far ill together.  
Than ' longest the Norfolk Coast we row ' dout-right  
To Black●ey, when we saw the coming Night,  
The burning eye of Day began to wink,  
And into Thetis lap his beams to shrink.  
And as he went, stained the departed Sky,  
With red, blue, purple, and vermilion die,  
Till all our Hemisphere laments his lack,  
And mourning night puts on a Robe of black,  
Bespangled diversely with golden sparks,  
Some movable, some Seaman's fixed marks.  
The milky way that blessed Astrea went,  
When as she left this Earthly continent,  
Showed like a Crystal causeway to the Thrones  
Of jove and Sa●●rn●, paved with precious Stones.  
Old Oceanus, Neptune, 
* The God of Rivers, Springs, Brooks, Floods, and Fountains.  Iunachu●,  
And two and thirty huffe-capt AEolus,  
Had all ta'en truce and were in league combined,  
No billows foaming, or no breath of Wind;  
The solid Earth, the Air, the Ocean deep  
Seemed as the whole world had been fast asleep.  
In such a pleasant Even as this came I  
To Blackney, with my Ship and Company.  
Thereas I found my entertainment good  
●●● welcome, drinking, lodging, and for food.  
●he morrow when Latona's Sun began rise,  
●nd with his Light illumines mortal eyes:  
When Cocks did Crow, & Lambs did bleat & blea,  
●mounted from my Couch, and put to Sea.  
●ike Glass the Ocean's face was smooth and calm,  
The gentle Air breathed like Arabian Balm,  
●●●, storms and flaws, lay sleeping in their Cells,  
Whilst with much labour we Rowed o'er the Welles.  
●his was the greatest 
* We Rowed above 100 miles that day.  Day of work indeed.  
●nd it behooved us much, to make much speed:  
●or why, before that day did quite expire, ●  
●●epast the dangerous Wash, to Lincolnshire.  
And there in three hours' space and little more, '  
We Rowed to Boston from the Norfolk shore:  
Which by Report of people that dwell there,  
●●● six and twenty mile, or very near.  
●he way unknown, and we no Pilot had,  
●●●●●, Sands and Shoales; and Tides all raging mad,  
●hen Sands our passage many times denied,  
●●● put us sometimes 
* Sands jying crooked●● our way, making us go three or four miles about at low ●●●  three or four miles wide,  
●●●ides the Flood runs there, with such great force,  
●at I imagine it outruns a Horse:  
●nd with a head some 4. foot high that Rores,  
●●● on the sudden swells and beats the Shores.  
●●umbled us a ground upon the Sands,  
●nd all that we could do with wit, or hands,  
●o●ld not resist it, but we were in doubt,  
● would have beaten our Boats bottom out.  
●●hath less mercy than Bear, Wolf, or Tiger,  
●nd in those Countries it is called the 
* It is so called in Mr. Dr●ytous second part of Polya●●● in his treatise of Humber.  Hyger.  
We much were unacquainted with those fashions,  
●nd much it troubled us with sundry passions:  
●e thought the shore we never should recover,  
●nd looked still when our Boat would tumble over.  
●●● He that made all with his word of might,  
●●ought us to Boston, where we lodged all night.  
●●● morrow morning when the Sun began peep,  
unwaked and rubbed mine eyes, and shaked off sleep,  
●●d understanding that the River went,  
●●om Boston up to Lincoln, and to Trent,  
●●●mber, Owse York, and (taking pain)  
●e need not come in sight of Sea again,  
●ik'd the motion, and made haste away  
●●● Lincoln, which was 50. mile, that Day:  
●●ich City in the 3. King Edward's Reign,  
●s th' only staple, for this Kingdom's gain  
●or, Leather, Led, and Wool, and then was seen  
●ue times ten Churches there, but now Fifteen:  
●●● bra●e Cathedral Church there now doth stand,  
●hat searcely hath a fellow in this Land:  
'tis for a Godly use, a goodly Frame,  
And bears the blessed Virgin Mary's name.  
The Town is Ancient, and by course of Fate,  
Through Wars, and Time, defaced and Ruinated,  
But Monarchies, & Empires, Kingdoms, Crowns,  
Have rose or fell, as Fortune smiles or frowns:  
And Towns, and Cities have their portions had  
Of time-tost Variations, good and bad.  
There is a Proverb, part of which is this,  
They say that Lincoln was, and London is.  
From thence we passed a Ditch of Weeds and Mud,  
Which they do (falsely) there call 
* It is a passage cut thorough the Land eight miles from Linecolne into Trext, but through either the people's poverty or negligence, it is grown up with ●eedes, and mud, so that in the Summer it is in many places almost dry.  Forcedike Flood:  
For I'll be sworn, no flood I could find there,  
But dirt & filth, which scarce my Boat would bear,  
'Tis 8. miles long, and there our pains was such.  
As all our travel did not seem so much,  
My men did wade and draw the Boat like Horses,  
And scarce could tug her on with all our forces:  
Moiled, toiled, mired, tired, still labr'ing, ever doing,  
Yet were we 9. long hours that 8. miles going.  
At last when as the Day was well-nigh spent,  
We got from Forcedikes floodles●e flood to Trent.  
Even as the Windows of the Day did shut,  
Down Trents swift stream, to Gainsburough we put,  
There did we rest until the morning Star,  
The joyful doors of Dawning did unbarre:  
To Humber's churlish streams, our Course we framed,  
So named, for Drowning of a King so named.  
And there the swift Ebb tide ran in such sort,  
The Wind at East, the Waves broke thick & short,  
That in some doubts, it me began to strike,  
For in my life, I ne'er had seen the like.  
My way was up to York, but my intent  
Was contrary, for from the fall of Trent  
I 
* I went fifteen mile out of Trent down Humber on purpose to see H●ll, when my way was quite con●●ary.  fifteen mile went downwards East Northeast,  
When as my way was upward West Southwest.  
And as against the Wind we madly venture,  
The Waves like Pirate's board our Boat and enter,  
But though they came in fury, and amain,  
Like Thiefs we cast them overboard again.  
This Conflict lasted two hours to the full,  
Until we gate to Kingston upon Hull:  
For to that Town I had a Proved friend,  
That Letters did and Commendations send  
By me unto the worthy Magistrate,  
The Mayor, and some of's Brethren, in that State.  
Besides I had some Letters, of like Charge,  
From my good Friend, the Master of the Barge,  
Unto some friends of his, that they would there  
Give me 
* Hull Cheese, is much like a loaf out of a Brewer's Basket, it is Composed of two simples, Mauk and Water, in one Compound, and is Cousin German to the mightiest Ale in England.  Hull Cheese, & welcome & good Cheer.  
Sunday at Mr Mayor much Cheer and Wine,  
Where as the Hall did in the Parlour Dine,  
At night with one that had been Shrieve I Supped,  
Well entertained I was, and half well Cuped:  
On Monday noon, I was invited than  
To a grave justicer, an Alderman,  
And there such Cheer as Earth and Waters yield,  
Showed like a Harvest in a plenteous Field.  
Another I must thank for his Good will,  
For he Pressed 
* The meaning of those marks are only known to the Townsmen there.  on to bid me welcome still.  
There is a Captain of good Life and Fame,  
And, God 
* An ingenuous man named Machabeus.  with us, I oft have called his Name.  
He welcomed me, as I had been his fellow,  
Lent me his silken Colours, Black and Yellow,  
Which to our Mast made fast, we with a Drum  
Did keep, till we to York in Triumph come.  
Thanks to my loving Host and Hostess Pease,  
There at mine Inn, each Night I took mine ease:  
And there I got a Cantle of Hull Cheese  
One Evening late, I thank thee 
* Mr. I.I.  Maccabees.  
Kind Roger Parker, many thankes to thee,  
Thou showd'st much undeserved love to me,  
Laid my Boat safe, spent time, Coin and endeavour,  
And mad'st my money counted Copper ever:  
But as at Feasts, the first Course being past,  
Men do reserve their Dainties till the last,  
So my most thankes I ever whilst I live,  
Will to the Mayor, and his Brethren give,  
But most of all, to shut up all together  
I give him thankes that did Commend 
* The River of Hull is 20. miles in length, cut with men's labour, to the in●●nite Commodity of the Country.  me thither,  
Their Loves (like Humber) overflowed the banks,  
And though I Ebb in worth, I'll flow in Thanks.  
Thus leaving off the Men, now of the Town  
Some things which I observed I'll here set down:  
And partly to declare its praise and worth,  
It is the only Bulwark of the North.  
All other Towns for strength to it may strike,  
And all the Northern parts have not the like.  
The people from the Sea much Wealth have won,  
Each man doth live as he were Neptune's Son.  
Th'Antiquity thereof a man may Reed  
In Reverend Cambdens' works, and painful Speed:  
How in King Edward's Reign first of that Name  
Then called Wike. Then did they Kingston frame,  
And then the Townsmen cut a 
* The River of Hull is 20. miles in length, cut with men's labour, to the in●●nite Commodity of the Country.  River there,  
An excellent Haven, a Defence or Peer:  
Built with excessive Charge, to save it from  
Fierce Humber's Raging, that each Tide doth come.  
From time to time, more Greatness still it gained,  
Till lately when the Eighth King Henry Reigned,  
He made it greater, by his oft Resort,  
And many times kept there his Royal Court,  
He Walled it well, built Battlements, and Gates,  
And (more with Honour to augment their States)  
He built two Blockhouses, and Castle strong,  
To Guard the Town from all Inuasive wrong,  
He gave them much Munition, Swords, Shafts, Bows,  
And Brazen Ordnance, as the world well knows,  
Which Guns he gave them for the Towns defence,  
But were in 88 all borrowed thence,  
With promise they again should be sentbacke:  
But the performance ever hath been slack.  
Now in this Iron age, their Guns I see,  
Are mettle like the Age, and Iron be:  
And glad they would be, if they could obtain,  
To change that mettle, for their own again.  
Four well built Gates, with bolts, & locks, & bars,  
For ornament or strength, in Peace or Wars:  
Besides, to keep their Foes the further out,  
They can Drown all the Land three miles about.  
'Tis plentifully served with Flesh and Fish,  
As cheap, as reasonable men can wish.  
And thus by God's grace, and man's industry,  
Dame Nature, or men's Art doth it supply.  
Some 10. years since Fresh water there was s●●,  
But with much Cost they have supplied that wa●●;  
By a most excellent Waterwork that's made,  
And to the Town in Pipes it is conveyed,  
Wrought with most Artificial engines, and  
Performed by thou'rt of the Industrious hand  
Of Mr 
* He built another fair waterwork at York, of Free-●●●●●, which doth the City exceeding service.  William Maultby, Gentleman,  
So that each man of Note there always can  
But● turn a Cock within his House, and still  
They have Freshwater always at their will,  
This have they all unto their Great Content,  
For which, they each do pay a yearly Rent.  
There is a Proverb, and a Prayer withal,  
That we may not to three strange places fall:  
From Hull, from Hallifax, from Hell, 'tis thus,  
From all these three, Good Lord deliver us.  
This praying proverb's meaning too set down,  
Men do not wish deliverance from the Town:  
The Town's named Kingston, Hul's the furious River:  
And from Hulls dangers, I say, Lord deliver.  
At Hallifax, the Law so sharp doth deal,  
That whoso more than 13. Pence doth steal,  
They have a jyn that wondrous quick and well,  
Sends Thiefs all headless unto Heaven or Hell.  
From Hell each man says, Lord deliver me,  
Because from Hell can no Redemption be:  
Men may escape from Hull and Hallifax,  
But sure in Hell there is a heavier tax,  
Let each one for themselves in this agree,  
And pray, From Hell good Lord del●●●r me.  
●he Proverb and the Prayer expounded plain,  
●ow to the Orders of the Town again:  
●●●it merits praise for Government,  
●or● then all Towns in Britain's continent,  
●● first their Charity doth much appear,  
●hey for the Poor have so provided there,  
●●at if a man should walk from Morn till Night,  
● shall not see one Beggar; nor a Mite  
● my thing shall be demanded ever,  
●●uery one there doth their best endeavour  
●o make the Idle work, and to relieve  
●●●● that are old and past, or Sickness grieve.  
●poore men's Children have a House most fit,  
●hereas they Sow, & Spin, ●nd Card, and Knit:  
●here all of them have something still to do,  
●s their Capacities will reach unto,  
●o that no ldle person, Old or Young  
within the Town doth harbour or belong.  
●● yearly costs five hundred pounds beside,  
●o s●nce the Town, from Hull and Humber's tides,  
●or Stakes, for Bavins, Timber, Stones, and Piles,  
●which are brought by Water many miles,  
●or Workmen's labour, and a world of things,  
schich on the Town excessive charges brings.  
schich with perili, industry and sweat,  
●hey from the bowels of the Ocean get.  
●hey have a Bridewell, and an excellent skill,  
●o make some people work against their will:  
●nd there they have their Lodging and their meat,  
● Whips a ●●●uery thing exceeding neat:  
●nd thus ●●foule means always, they  
●● idle ●●●time to play.  
●●sides for every ●●● a or Marine cause  
●hey have a house of Trinity, whose Laws  
●nd Orders do Confirm, or else Reform  
●hat which is right, or that which wrongs deform.  
●● is a comely built well ordered Place,  
●●● that which most of all the House doth grace,  
●re rooms for Widows, who are old and poor,  
●nd have been Wives to Mariners before.  
●hey are for Houseroom, food, or lodging, or  
●or firing, Christianly provided for,  
●nd as some die, some do their places win,  
●s one goes out, another doth come in.  
●ld I in all things give the Town it's due,  
●ome fools would say I slattered, spoke untrue:  
●r that I partial in my writings were,  
because they made me welcome, and good cheer:  
●ut for all those that have such thoughts of me,  
● rather wish that them I hanged may see,  
●hen that they justly could report, that I  
Did Rhyme for victuals, hunger to supply;  
Or that my Muse, or working brains should beat,  
●o flatter, fawn, or lie, for drink or meat: 
Mark, for all is true.   
Let Trencher-Poets scrape for such base veils,  
I'll take an Oar in hand when writing sails;  
And 'twixt the Boat and Pen, I ma●●● no doubt,  
But I shall shift to pick a living out,  
Without base flattery, or fal●e coined words,  
To mould: Madams, or unworthy Lords;  
Or whatsoever degree, or Towns ●● Nations;  
I ever did, and still will scorn such fashions.  
Hearsay, 
* I writ not by hearsay.  sometimes upon a lie may sight,  
But what I see and know, I dare to write.  
Mine eyes did view, before my pen set down,  
These things that I have written of this Town:  
A new built Customhouse, a fair Townehall,  
For solemn meetings, or a Festival:  
A Mayor, twelve Aldermen, one Shrieve, Recorder,  
A Town-clerk, altogether in one order,  
And uniformity do govern so,  
They need not slatter friend, or fear a foe,  
A Sword, a Cap of maintenance, a Mace  
Great, and well Gild, to do the Town more grace:  
Are borne before the Mayor, and Aldermen,  
And on Festivities, or high days then,  
Those Magistrates their Scarlet Gowns do wear,  
And have six Sergeants to attend each year.  
Now let men say what Town in England is,  
That truly can compare itself with this:  
For Situation, strength and Government,  
For Charity, for Plenty, for Content,  
For state? And one thing more I there was told,  
Not one Recusant all the Town doth hold,  
Nor (as they say) there's not a Puritan,  
Or any nosewise fool Precisian,  
But great and small, with one consent and will,  
Obey his Majesty's Injunctions still.  
They say that once therein two Sisters dwelled,  
Which inwardly the prick of Conscience felt,  
They came to London, (having wherewithail)  
To buy two Bibles, all Canonical,  
Th' Apocryphas did put them in some doubt,  
And therefore both their books were bound without.  
Except those two, I ne'er did hear of any  
At Hull, though many places have too many.  
But as one scabbed sheep a flocke may mar,  
So there's one man, whose nose did stand a jar:  
Talked very scurvily, and looked askew,  
Because I in a worthy Townsmans' Pew  
Was placed at Church, when (God knows I ne'er thought,  
To sit there, I was by the Owner brought.  
This Squire of low degree displeased than,  
Said, I at most was but a Waterman,  
And that they such great kindness setting forth,  
Made more a'th' flesh, than e'er the broth was worth:  
Which I confess, but yet I answer make,  
'Twas more than I with manners could forsake:  
He sure is some highminded Pharisee,  
Or else infected with their heresy,  
And must be set down in their Catalogues,  
They loved the highest seats in Synagogues,  
And so (perhaps) doth he, for aught I know,  
He may be mounted, when I sit below:  
But let him not a Waterman despise,  
For from the water he himself did rise,  
And winds and water both on him have smiled,  
Else, The great Merchant he had ne'er been styled:  
His Character I finely will contrue,  
He's scornful proud, and talking talkative:  
A great Engrosser of strange speech and news,  
And one that would sit in the highest Pues,  
But bate an Ace, he'll hardly win the game,  
And if I list, I could rake 
* But I was ever better with forks to scatter, then with Rakes to gather, therefore I would not have the Townsmen to mistake chalk for Cheese, or Robert for Richard.  out his name.  
Thanks Mr. Maior, for my Bacon Gammon,  
Thanks Roger Parker, for my small fresh Salmon,  
'Twas excellent good, and more the truth to tell ye,  
Boiled with a fine Plumpudding in the belly.  
The sixth of August, well accompanied  
With best of Townsmen to the waters side,  
There did I take my leave and to my Ship  
I with my Drum and Colors quickly skip:  
The one did dub a dub and rumble, brave  
The Ensign in the air did play and wave:  
I lanced, supposing all things had been done,  
Bounce, from the clockhouse, quoth a roaring Gun.  
And waving Hats on both sides with content  
I cried Adieu, adieu, and thence we went  
Up H●mbers ●●ood that then amain did swell,  
Winds calm, and water quiet as a Well:  
We Rowed to Owse with all our force and might,  
To Cawood, where we well were lodged all night.  
The morrow, when as Phoebus began to smile,  
I forwards set to York eight little mile:  
But two miles short of York I landed than,  
To see that reverend 
* At Bishop's thorpe, where the right reverend Father in God, Toby Matthew Archbishop of York his Grace did make me welcome.  Metropolitan,  
That watchful Shepherd, that with care doth keep  
Th' infernal Wolf, from Heaven's supernal Sheep:  
The painful Preacher, that most free Almes-giver,  
That though he live long, is too short a liver:  
That man, whose age the poor do all lament,  
All knowing, when his Pilgrimage is spent,  
When Earth to Earth returns, as Nature's debtor,  
They fear the Proverb, S●ldome comes the better,  
His Doctrine and example speak his due,  
And what all people says, must needs be true.  
In duty I most humbly thank his Grace,  
He at his Table made me have a place,  
And meat and drink, and gold he gave me there,  
Whilst●l my Crew i'th' Hall were filled with cheer:  
So having dined, from thence we quickly passed,  
Through Owse strong Bridge, to York fair City ●●●●  
Our drowning scaped, more danger was ensuing,  
'Twas Size time there, and hanging was a brewing  
But had our faults been ne'er so Capital,  
We at the Vintner's Bar durst answer all.  
Then to the good Lord Maior I went, and told  
What labour, and what dangers manifold,  
My fellow and myself had passed at Seas.  
And if it might his noble Lordship please,  
The Boat that did from London thither swim  
With us, in duty we would give to him.  
His Lordship pausing, with a reverend hum,  
My friend (quoth he) to morrow morning come:  
In the mean space I'll of the matter think,  
And so he bade me to go ne'er and drink.  
I drank a Cup of Claret and some Beer.  
And sure (for aught I know) he 
a There is some ●dd●● between keeping and spend●●●.  keeps good che●●●  
I gave his Lordship in red guilded leather,  
A well bound book of all my Works together,  
Which he did take 
b Hear I make a full point, for I received not a point in ●●● change. .  
There in the City were some men of note,  
That gladly would give money for our Boat:  
But all this while good manners bade us stay,  
To have my good Lord Mayor yea, or nay.  
But after long demurring of the matter 
c I thought it my duty (being we had come a d●●●rous voyage) to offer out Boat to the chief Magistrate: f●● why should not my Boat be as good a monument, as T●● C●●● everlasting overtrampling land-conquering Shoes thought. ,  
He well was pleased to see her on the water,  
And then my men Rowed half an hour or more,  
Whilst he stood viewing her upon the shore.  
They bore his Lordship's Children in her there,  
And many others, as she well could bear.  
At which his Honour was exceeding merry,  
Saying it was a pretty nimble Wherry:  
But when my men had taken all this pains,  
Into their eyes they might have put their gains,  
Unto his shop he did 
d And forgot to say, I thank you good fellows.  perambulate,  
And there amongst his Bars of Iron sat.  
I asked him if he would our Boat forgo,  
Or have her? And his Lordship answered, No.  
I took him at his word, and said, God buy,  
And gladly with my Boat away went I.  
I sold the Boat, as I supposed most meet,  
To honest 
e ●●●●●tiall worthy Citizen, who hath been Shrieve of York, and ●●● keeps the George in Cunney street.  Mr. Keys in Coney street:  
He entertained me well, for which I thank him,  
And gratefully amongst my friends I'll rank him,  
My kind remembrance here I put in paper,  
To worthy Mr. Hemsworth there a Draper.  
Amongst the rest he's one that I must thank,  
With his good wife, and honest brother Frank.  
Now for the City: 'Tis of state and Port,  
Where Emperors & Kings have kept their Court,  
939, year the foundation  
Was laid, before our Saviour's Incarnation,  
By 
* Ebrank was the fift K. of Britain after Brule.  Ebrank who a Temple there did rear,  
And placed a 
* An Arch-Flam●●, which was as an idolatrous high Priest to Diane's.  Flammin to Diana there:  
But when King Lucius here the Sceptre swayed,  
The Idols level with the ground were laid,  
Then Eleutherius, Rome's high Bishop placed,  
An Archbishop at York, with Titles graced,  
Then after Christ 627.  
Was Edwin 
* Edwin and his whole family were baptised on Easter day the 12. of April 6 7●.  baptised by the grace of heaven,  
He plucked the Minster down, that then was wood,  
And made it stone, a deed both great and good.  
The City oft hath known the chance of wars,  
Of cruel foreign, and of homebred jars.  
And those that further please thereof to read,  
May turn the volumes of great Hollinshead,  
'Tis large, 'tis pleasant and magnificent,  
The Norths most fertile famous ornament:  
'Tis rich and populous, and hath indeed  
No want of any thing to serve their need,  
Abundance doth that noble City make  
Much abler to bestow, then need to take.  
So farewell York 
* Yorkshire the greatest shire in England, and 308. ●●● about Speed. , the tenth of August then  
Away came I for London with my men.  
To dinner I to Pomfret quickly road,  
Where good hot Venison stayed for my abode,  
I thank the worshipful George Shillito,  
He filled my men and me, and let us go.  
There did I well view over twice or thrice,  
A strong a fair, and ancient Edifice:  
Re-edified, where it was ruined most,  
At th'high and hopeful Prince 
* Pomfret Castle.  of Wales his cost.  
I saw the room where Exton 
* Prince Charles.  and his rout  
Of Traitors, Royal Richard's brains beat out  
And if that King did strike so many blows,  
As hacks and hues upon one pillar shows,  
There are one hundred slashes, he withstood,  
Before the Villains shed his Kingly blood.  
From Pomfret then, unto my noble friend,  
Sir Robert Swift at Doncaster we wend,  
An ancient Knight, of a most generous spirit,  
Who made me welcome fare beyond my merit.  
From thence by Newarke, I to Stam●ord past,  
And so in time to London at the last,  
With friends and neighbours, all with loving hearts,  
Did welcome me with pottles, pints and quarts.  
Which made my Muse more glib, and blithe to tell  
th'history of my Voyage. So farewell. 
* Sir Pierce of Exton Knight. King Richard the second murdered there.   

An Epilogue.  
Thus have I brought to end a work of pain,  
I wish it may requite me with some game:  
For well I wot, the dangers where I ventured,  
No full baged man would ever durst have entered:  
But having further shores for to discover  
Hereafter, now my Pen doth here give over.    
FINIS.   

THE GREAT O TOOLE.  

Englands', Scotland's, Ireland's Mirror,  
Mars his fellow, Rebel's Terror:  
These lines do gallop for their pleasure,  
Writ with neither feet or measure;  
Because Prose, Verse, or Anticko Story,  
Cannot Blaze O Tools great Glory.   

GReat Moguls Landlord, and both Indies King,  
(Whose self-admiring Fame dot ● loudly ring)  
Writes 4. score years: More Kingdoms he hath right to,  
The Stars say so: And for them be wi● Fight to●.  
And though this worthless Age will not believe him,  
But clatter, spatter, slander, scoff and grieve him,  
Yet he and all the world in this agree,  
That such another TOOL will dever be.   

AN ENCOMIUM OR ENCO-MI-ASS. TRICK, DEDICATED TO THE UNLIMITED memory of Arthur O Toole, or O Toole the Great: Being the Son and Heir of Brian O Toole, Lord of Poors Court and fare Collen, in the County of Dublin, in the Kingdom of Ireland. The Mar● and Mercury, the Agamemnon and Ulysses both for Wisdom and Valour, in the Kingdoms of Great Britain and Ireland.  
Prologue.  
Brave Vsquebough that fierce Hibernian liquor,  
Assist my brain, and make my wit run quicker:  
To heat my Muse like to a well warmed Chimney,  
I beg thy merry aid kind Polyhimny.  
I list not to call Fables into question,  
Nor of Baboons, or idle babbles jest I on:  
And yet if Sense or reason here you look for,  
For neither, or for either read this Book for,  
And if perchance I do in any word lie,  
Do, as I writ it, read it o'er absurdly:  
Though in these days there are a Crew of fond men,  
That for invention strive to go beyond men,  
And write so humorous Dogmatic,  
To please my Lord and Lady what d'ye Cail,  
With Inkhorn terms stiff quilted & bombasted,  
And (though not understood) yet are well tasted.  
And therefore I'll not reach beyond the bounds of  
My weak capacity, nor search the sounds of  
Deep Nature's secrets, or Arts spacious cirquit:  
My Muse is free from those, myself will her qu●.  
But leaving idle toys, with toil endure I on,  
To write the praise of this brave bold Centuti●●.   

THE ARGUMENT AND MEANING of this following History.  
IN all Ages and Countries, it hath ever been known, that Famous men have flourished, whose worthy Actions, and Eminency of place, have ever been as conspicuous Beacons Burning and blazing to the Spectators view: the sparks and flames whereof hath sometimes kindled Courage in the most coldest and Effeminate Cowards; as Thersites amongst the Grecians, Amadis de Gaul, & Sir Huon of Bordeaux in France: Sir Bevis, Gogmagog, Chinon, Palmerin, Lancelot, and Sir Tristram amongst us here in England: Sir Degree, Sir Grime, and Sir Grace Steel in Scotland; Don Quixot with the Spaniards, Gargantua almost no where, Sir Dagonet and Sir Triamore any where: all these, and many more of the like Ra●● have filled whole Volumes, with the airy Imaginations of their unknown and unmatchable worths: S● Ireland amongst the rest, had the Honour to produce and breed a spark of Valour, Wisdom, and Magninimity, to whom all the Nations of the world must give place. The Great O Toole, is the tool that my Muse takes in hand, whose praises (if they should be set forth to the full) would make Apollo and the Muses Barren; To whom the nine Worthies were never to be compared: betwixt whom, and Hannibal, Scipio, the Great Pompey, or Tamburlaine, was such odds, that it was unfit the best of them should ●ell his stirrup, and who (by his own Report) in whom Ireland may rejoice, and England be merry, whose Youth was Dedicated to Mars, and his Age to Westminster, which ancient City, is now honoured with his beloved Residence.   

To the Honour of the Noble CAPTAIN O TOOLE.  
THou Famous man, East, West, and North, and  
Southward,  
●om Boreas cold rump, t' Austers slavering mouthward,  
●all Apollo's daughters all, to witness,  
●uch would I praise thee, but my Wit wants fitness  
●● thou thyself (of thyself) canst speak so-well,  
●●ut though my Rhymes not altogether goe-well,  
●●et if the world's applause would not attend thee  
●ere all tongues mute, thy own tongue would commend thee  
●●hy self (unto thyself) art Fame's Trump blasting,  
●o make thy name (like Buff) tough, long & lasting.  
Yet grant me, thou brave man, that ne'er feared colours)  
●●● accept the poor Lines of an Artless Scullers:  
●hy Bilbo oft bathed in the blood of Foe man's,  
●●ke Cai●s Marius, Consul of the Romans:  
When thou haft seemed more dreadful in thy harness,  
●hen Babel's General great Holopbernes:  
●ore in command than was Nabuchadnezzar,  
●nd more renowned than Cayus julius Caesar:  
●pon thy foes breast thou hast often trod free,  
●soa the Pagans did brave Boloignes Godfrey.  
●ierce Meibridates the stout King of Po●tus,  
● thou dost lead us, dares not to confront us:  
●hy matchless valour ten to one more tried is,  
Then ever was the Libyan strong Alcides:  
●nd all men know that never such an odd piece  
Of fight mettle, sprung from Mars his Codpiece.  
Upon the main land and the raging Ocean,  
Thy courage hath attained thee high promotion:  
Thou never fear'dft to combat with Garganto,  
Thy fams beyond the battle of Lepanto:  
The mighty Alexander of Macedo,  
Ne'er sought as thou hast done with thy Tolede.  
●e hold thee for a worthy, and no base one,  
But one that could have won the fleece from jason:  
Thou durst oppose against Boar, Bear, Wolf or Lion,  
●nd from the torturing wheel to fetch Ixion:  
And I acknowledge that thy matchless valour is,  
To kill Pasitbaes' or the Bull of Phalleris:  
Though age hath overtaine thee, yet thy will is,  
To grapple with an Atax or Achilles,  
Or with Hell's Monarch envious ill faced Pluto,  
And prove him by his horns a damned Cornu●●.  
Thou fearest no Devil, nor no Demogorgon,  
Nor yet the valiant Welshman Shone a Morgan:  
So that most Wizards, and most fortune tellers,  
Approve thee for the greatest of Monster quellers:  
And absolute and potent Dominator,  
For War or Counsel both by land and Water:  
In times of tumult thou amongst the Irish,  
Hast made them skip o'er bogs and quaginires mirish,  
Whilst in the pursuit, like an angry Dragon,  
Thou mad'st them run away with not a rag on.  
For had thy foes been Thousands, with thy Pistol,  
And thy good sword, thou bravely, wouldst resist all.  
Thou wast to us, as unto Rome was Titus,  
And stoutly sent our foes to black Cocities.  
To kill, and cut throats, thou art skilled in that trick,  
As if thou wert the Champion to Saint Patri●ke:  
I know not to which worthy to compare thee,  
For were they living, they could not outdare thee.  
To thee what was great Tamburlaine the Tartar,  
Or marched with thee what was our Britain Arthur?  
Great Hannibal, that famous Carthag●an,  
Was not a mate for thee in mine opinion;  
And all Severus virtues summed up total,  
Remain in thee, if this blind Age would note all:  
Thou show'dst thyself a doughty wight at Dublin,  
When Irish Rebels madly brought the trouble in:  
At Baltimore, Kinsale, at Cor●●●, and Yoghall,  
Thou with thy power hast made them oft cry fogh●●  
Oft in thy rage, thou hast most madly ran on.  
The burning mouth of the combustious Cannon.  
For in thy fury, thou hast of been hotter,  
More swifter than an Ambler, or a ● rotter,  
As witness can the bounds of fierce T●●●●nnel,  
And the rough Bickering with the stour Odennell.  
The slaves did feud before thee o'er the Quagmites:  
Where many a war●●ke Horse, & many a Nagmires:  
Thou killed'st the gammon visaged poor West●halians,  
The Al-to-totterd● torn Tatterdemalians:  
The broaging, roaging, brawling, base Baz●●ians:  
The swift-foot, light-heeld, runaway Sla●●onians,  
Thou lettest them have no ground to stand or walk on,  
But made them fly as Doves do from a Falcon.  
For if thou list in fight to lead a Band on.  
Thy slaughtering sword, if thou but layst thy hand on,  
Thy fearful foes would straight the place abandon,  
Without or hose, or shoes, shirt, or a band on:  
Thou lettest them have no quiet place to stand on.  
By tongue or pen it cannot well be verifide,  
How many hundred thousands thou hast terrified,  
For thou hast razed more Castles, forts & Garrisons,  
Beyond Arithmetic, and past comparisons:  
The Proverb says, Comparisons are odious,  
I'll therefore leave them being incommodious.  
In all thy actions thou hast been impartial,  
Accommodating thy designs as Marshal,  
In mortal battles and in bruising battery,  
Thy ears would entertain no smooth-tongued flattery.  
That though to all men thy exploits seemed very odd,  
Thou brought'st them still to an auspicious Period,  
And as thy valour durst outdare bold Hector,  
Like wise P●●sses thou canst speak a Lector:  
Such policies thy wits mint could device on,  
Which wiser pates could never once surmise on:  
With many a hundred never heard of Stratagem,  
Thou hast gour precious honour, is not that a gem?  
What tricks, or slights of war soe'er the foe meant,  
Thou canst descry and frustrate in a moment.  

Upon his Wisdom, and Policy.  
OF thy Heroic acts, there might be more said,  
For sure they are but slightly touched aforesaid,  
But Gods or Muses, Men, or Fiends infernal,  
To blaze thee to thy worth, can ne'er discern all:  
And should I write but half that I know of thee,  
Some Critics would persuade thee I did scoffethee.  
Thus having showed thy valour, now I'll expound  
Part of thy policies, and wisdom profound.  
Unfellowed, and unfollowed, and unmatched,  
Are the rare slights that in thy pate were hatched:  
Of Engines, Mines, of Counterscarphs and Trenches,  
And to keep clear the Camp from whoring wenches:  
To teach the Soldiers eat frogs, snails and vermin.  
Such Stratagems as these thou couldst determine.  
That Cato, Plato, or Aurelius Marcus,  
Wise Socrates, or reverend Aristarchus,  
Diogenes, or wise Pythagoras,  
Lycurgus, Pliny, Anaxagoras,  
Archidam●● of Greece, or Roman Tully,  
Can ne'er demonstrate Sapience more fully;  
And specially when there was any trouble like,  
To vex, molest, or trouble the Republic:  
That wit with valour, valour joined with wisdom  
From all the world thou hast attained this do●●  
To be wars Abstract, Counsel's Catechiser,  
That canst direct all, and all scarce the wiser.   

A Complaint and a Petition to him.  
THus thou of Yore hast followed great ●elc●,  
And shined in Arms like twins of bright La●●  
But now those manly martial days are gone. A  
Time of Cheating, swearing, drinking drabbing,  
Of burst-gut feeding and inhuman stabbing,  
The Spanish Pip, or else the Gallian Morbus,  
Bone-bred diseases, mainly do disturb us:  
That now more men by riot are confounded,  
Then valiant Soldiers in the wars were wounded.  
Mars yields to Venus, Gownsmen rule the rost●●.  
And men of War may fast, or kiss the post now.  
The thundering Cannon & the rumbling Drum ●●●  
The Instruments of War are mute and dumb ●●●  
And stout experienced valiant Commanders,  
Are turned Saint Nicholas Clarks, & highway ●●●  
And some (through want) are turned base Pimps ●●● Panders,  
The watchful Corporal, and the Lansprezado  
Are Merchants turned, of smoky Trinidado.  
His shop, (a fathom compass) now contains him,  
Where midst the misty vapours he complains him,  
That he who hath made Forts and Castles caper,  
Life's now Chameleon-like, by Air & Vapour.  
Whilst fools & flatterers thrive, it greatly gri●●es him,  
When all Trades fail, Tobacco last relieves him,  
Besides each day some hound-like scenting Serg●●  
Scouts, gapes, pries, preys, and tires him out for argeant:  
And Long la●e Dogditch, damned soul wanting Bro●●●  
The Commou wealth's bane & poor men's vnclo●●●  
The Country's Sponges, and the City's soakers,  
The Peace's Pestilence, and Warriors cho●kers.  
These beat their hogsheads all, to try conclusions,  
By base extorting, working our confusions.  
The Soldiers naked, by the brokers bribing,  
The Scrivener life's brave by sophistic scribing,  
The slaves grow rich (and 'tis not to be wondered)  
By taking Forty interest for a hundred.  
And nasty beadles with their breath contaminous,  
With What are you? & Who goes there? examin●●●●  
With hums & haws, Sir reverence, nods & becking,  
With senseless nonsense, checks & Counter checking.  
The brownbild Rug-gound bench do think it fitting,  
To exercise their Office by committing.  
Where our expense, with Ale their faces varnish,  
Whilst we encountered, pay fines, fees and garnish.  
And Tyburn, Wapping, and S. Thomas Watering,  
Poor Soldiers ends, to every neighbouring State rings,  
Whilst lousy Ballad-mongers gape and look out,  
To set some rhyming song, or Roguing Book out,  
Where more than all is against the dead imputed,  
By which means men are doubly executed;  
That sure the Gallows hath eat up more pe-ople,  
Then would subdue and win Constantinople.  
Orouze thee, rouse thee, then brave man of Action,  
●ake Fur-gowned peace burst into Armed faction:  
T●o● hast a pate that canst the State unsettle:  
Be as thou hast been then, a Man of mettle:  
And now base Cowardice doth seem to rust us,  
Into some worthy business, quickly thrust us,  
Now show thyself a noble Ahashu●rus,  
And once more make our braving foes to fear● us,  
Do thou but lead us on, and look but grimly,  
And make no doubt, we'll do the business trimly.  
●●ngst all the tools of war, be thou great O Toole,  
And never let the world esteem thee no Foole.  
O make the wheel of reeling State, and Fate turn,  
In spite of sullen melancholy Saturn●,  
To ●rmes, but from the Arms of lustful Venus'  
● do entreat thy warlike care to wean us.  
●●t not the prick-card power of proud Pri●pus,  
●●bonds of painted Courtesans entrap us,  
And rouse us from our Acts & thoughts libidinous,  
That (Traytorlike) in ambush do lie hid in us.  
Let not thy Tents of worthless Martial discipline,  
Returned to stinking Tap-houses to tipple in:  
●●●t make the freezing pot of numb-cold war-boyle,  
And bubble to a hurly burly Garboil:  
Doeas thou hast done oft, most noble Spartan,  
●●● suken peace into a fever Quartane;  
Dress like phoebus in his hot Meridian,  
●●inoish all the world with a Quotidian,  
● know thy worth the world doth all admire on,  
Then clad thyself in burnished steel and Iron.  
I know that all men knows thou hast been tried well,  
Discreetly thou canst talk, fight run and ride well,  
I know, the reach of thy politic skull can  
Pluck rugged Mars from out the bed of Vnlean,  
To make war roar more loud than any Bull can,  
I know thou canst do more than any Gull can.  
I know thou hold'st it Valour's ignominy.  
To spend thy days in peaceful whip her Ginny.  
Thy name & voice, more feared then G●y of Warwick,  
Or the rough rumbling, roaring Mig of Bar●icke.  
We should do somewhat, if we once were roused,  
And (being Lousy) we might then be loosed.  
Encourage Soldiers to demean them like men,  
And measure Velvet with their Pikes brave Pikemen.  
Let shouts & clamours, woods, groves, dales, & hills fill  
With dreadful noise & cries of follow, follow, kill, kil,  
Let Drums cry dub, dub, and let Cannons thunder,  
Tantara Trumpets, and let Cowards wonder:  
Let Muskets bounce, bounce, let the W●lk in rumble,  
Let Towns, Turrets, topsy-turvy tumble,  
Do this (as well I know thou canst do t wisely)  
Exceeding careless, fearless and precisely.  
And then thy Fame shall farther fare be noised,  
Then Titan's rays, or justice scales are poised.  
And since thou knowest man's time on earth is short all,  
Let mortal Actions make thy name Immortal.   

Envoy.  
IVdge O you Gentiles, what is writ is probable,  
And though it seem a babble, yet 'tis no babble.  
Doom amongst ill things, that the best is meant all,  
And what's amiss, pray take as accidental:  
For like a puny practising Astronomy,  
And knows no grounds nor rules, so far o'rgon am I,  
In diving to his valour's whirlpit bottom,  
That like the reverend Sages of old Gotam,  
I now perceive how much I over shot am:  
I'll wade no further in't, but in brief brevity,  
Abrupt, absurd, abject, thus cast, thus leave it I.  
These forced Rhymes, fully stuffed with fruitless labour,  
Hath Curried my poor brainpan like a Tabor:  
And to recure me from this strange quandary,  
Hence Vsquebaugh, and welcome sweet Canary.    
FINIS.   


TO THE NOBILITY, GENTRY, AND COMMUNALITY, WHO ARE INHABITANTS, OR WELLWILLERS TO THE WELFARE OF THE CITY OF SALISBURY, AND COUNTY OF WILTSHIRE.  
Right Honourable,  
Worshipful, and loving Countrymen, I have named my Book and Voyage, The Worst, or the Best, which jever undertook & finished, and it lies in your pleasures, to make it which you please; I am sure for toil, travail, and danger, as yet I never bade a worse, or a more difficult passage, which the ensuing Discourse will truly testify; yet all those perils past, I shall account as pleasures, if my infallible Reasons may move or persuade you to cle●re your River, and make it Navigable from the Sea to your City; I have in part touched what the profit and Commodities of it will be unto you, and I have briefly showed the Inconveniences which you have through the want of it: I have also declared, that the main intent or scope of my coming unto you with a Wherry, was, to see what lets or Impediments were the binderances unto so good and beneficial a work. All which I have (according to my simple Survey, and weak Capacity) set down, which with the merriness of my most Hazardous Sea-progresse, I humbly Dedicate to your Noble, Worshipful, and worthy Acceptances, ever acknowledging myself and my Labour in your services to be commanded in all duty,  
JOHN TAYLOR.   

A DISCOVERY BY SEA, FROM LONDON TO SALISBURY.  
AS our accounts in Almanacs agree,  
The year called sixteen hundred twenty three:  
●at julyes' twenty eight, two hours past dinner,  
●●e with our Wherry, and five men within her,  
●ong the crystal Thames did cut and curry,  
betwixt the Counties, Middlesex and Surry:  
whilst thousandsgazed, we passed the bridge with wonder,  
●here fools & wise men go above & under.  
●e thus our Voyage bravely did begin  
●owne by S. Katherine's, where the Priest fell in,  
●●● Wapping, where as hanged drowned Pirates dye;  
●relle such 
* Any Rat that eats Pie, is a pirate.  Rats, I think as would eat Pie.)  
●nd passing further, I at first observed,  
●●t 
* When I passed down ●●● River, there was not any Postor Horn there, but since is most worthily Repaired.  Cuckolds-haven was but badly served:  
●●● there old Time had such confusion wrought,  
●●t of that Ancient place remained nought.  
●●o monumental memorable Horn,  
●●● Tree, or Post, which hath those Trophies borne,  
Was left, whereby Posterity may know  
Where their forefather's Crests did grow, or show.  
Which put into a maze my musing Muse,  
●●h at the world's neglect, and times abuse,  
●at that stout Pillar, to Oblivion's pit  
●ould fall, whereon Plus ultra might be writ,  
●at such a mark of Reverend note should lie  
●rgot, and hid, in black obscurity,  
specially when men of every sort  
●●f countries, Cities, warlike Camps or Court,  
●nto that Tree are plaintiffs or defendants,  
●hose 
* All estates or degrees do ●●er lout of fear this Haven.  loves, or fears, are fellows or attendants:  
ofall estates, this Haven hath some partakers  
●●● lot, some Cuckolds, and some Cuckold-makers.  
●nd can they all so much forgetful be  
●●to that Ancient, and Renowned Tree,  
●hat hath so many ages stood Erected,  
●nd by such store of Patrons been protected,  
●nd now Ingloriously to lie unseen,  
●s if it were not, or had never been?  
Is Lechery waxed scarce, is Bawdry scant,  
Is there of Whores, or Cuckolds any want?  
Are Whoremasters decayed, are all Bawds dead?  
Are Panders, Pimps, and Apple-squires, all fled?  
No surely, for the Surgeons can declare  
That Venus wars, more hot than Marses are.  
Why then, for shame this worthy Port maintain,  
Let's have our Tree, and Horns set up again:  
That Passengers may show obedience to it,  
In putting off their Hats, and homage do it.  
Let not the Cornucopiaes of our land,  
Unsightly and unseen neglected stand:  
I know it were in vain for me to call,  
That you should raise some famous Hospital,  
Some Free-school, or some Almshouse for the poor,  
That might increase good deeds, & open heaven's door.  
'Tis no taxation great, or no collection  
Which I do speak of, for This great erection:  
For if it were, men's goodnesses, I know,  
Would prove exceeding barren, dull, and slow:  
A Post and Horns, will build it firm and stable,  
Which charge to bear, there's many a beggar able;  
The place is Ancient, of Respect most famous,  
The want of due regard to it, doth shame us,  
For Cuckold's Haven, my request is still,  
And so I leave the Reader to his will.  
But holla Muse, no longer be offended,  
'Tis worthily Repaired, and bravely mended,  
For which great meritorious work, my pen  
Shall give the glory unto Greenwich men.  
It was their only cost, they were the Actors  
Without the help of other Benefactors,  
For which my pen their praises here adorns,  
As they have beautified the Haven with Horns.  
From thence to Debtford we amain were driven,  
Whereas an Anchor unto me was given:  
With parting pints, and quarts for our farewell;  
We took our leaves, and so to Greenwich fell.  
There shaking hands, adiews, and drink store,  
We took our Ship again, and left the shore.  
Then down to Erith, against the tide we went,  
Next London, greatest Mayor town in Kent  
Or Christendom, and I approve it can,  
That there the Mayor was a Waterman,  
Who governs, rules, and reigns sufficiently,  
And was the Image of Authority:  
With him we had Cheap Reckon & good cheer.  
And nothing but his friendship we thought dear.  
But thence we roused ourselves and cast off sleep,  
Before the daylight did begin to peep.  
The tide by Granesend swiftly did us bring,  
Before the mounting- Lark began to sing,  
And e'er we came to Lee, with speedy pace  
The Sun began rise with most suspicious face,  
Of foul foreboding weather, purple, red,  
His Radiant Tincture, East, Northeast o'rspred:  
And as our Oars thus down the River pulled,  
Oft with a Fowling-peece the Gulls we gulled,  
For why, 
* His name is Arthur Bray a Waterman of Lambeth, and a good Mar●●an.  the Master Gunner of our Ship  
Let no occasion or advantage slip,  
But charged and discharged, shot, and shot again,  
And scarce in twenty times shot once in vain,  
Fowl was the weather, yet thus much I'll say,  
If it had been fair, Fowl was our food that day.  
Thus down alongst the spacious Coast of Kent  
By Grain and Shoppeies' Lands down we went,  
We passed the Nowre-head, and the sandy shore,  
Until we came to th'East end of the Nowre,  
At last by Ramsgates Peer we stiffly Rowed,  
The wind and tide, against us blowed and flowed,  
Till near unto the Haven where Sandwich stands,  
We were enclosed with most dangerous sands.  
There were we sowsd & slabberd, washed & dashed,  
And gravelled, that it made us 
* We were five men, and two of us were afraid, two were not afraid, and I was half afraid.  half abashed:  
We looked and pried, and stared round about,  
From our apparent perils to get out.  
For with a Staff, as we the depth did sound,  
Four miles from land, we almost were on ground.  
At last (unlooked for) on our Larboard side  
A thing turmoiling in the Sea we spied,  
Like to a Meareman; wading as he did  
All in the Sea his neither parts were hid,  
Whose Brawney limbs, and rough neglected Beard,  
And grim aspect, made half of us afeard,  
And as he unto us his course did make,  
I courage took, and thus to him I spoke.  
Man, monster, fiend or fish, whatever thou be,  
That travelst here in Neptune's Monarchy,  
I charge thee by his dreadful Three-tined Mace,  
Thou hurt not me or mine, in any case,  
And if thou bre'st produced of Mortal kinds,  
Show us some course, how we the way may find  
To deeper water, from these sands so shallow,  
In which thou see●● our Ship thus wash and wallow.  
With that (he shrugging up his shoulders strong)  
Spoke (like a Christian) in the Kentish tongue,  
Quoth he, Kind sir, I am a Fisherman,  
Who many years my living thus have wan  
By wading in these sandy troublous waters  
For Shrimps, Wslks, Cockles, and such useful ma●●●●,  
And I will lead you, (with a course I'll keep)  
From out these dangerous shallowes to the deep  
Then (by the nose) along he led our Boat,  
Till (past the flats) our Bark did bravely floa●●e.  
Our Sea-horse, that had drawn us thus at large,  
I gave two groats ●nto, and did discharge.  
Then in an hour and half, or little more,  
We through the Downs at Deale went safe on sh●●●●  
There did our Hostess dress the Fowl we killed,  
With which our hungry stomaches well we filled,  
The morrow being Wednesday (break of day)  
We towards Dover took our weary way:  
The churlish winds awaked the Seas high fury,  
Which made us glad to land there, I assure ye.  
Blind Fortune did so happily contrive,  
That we (as sound as bells) did safe arrive  
At Dover, where a man did ready stand,  
To give me Entertainment by the hand,  
A man of mettle, mark and note, long since  
He graced was to lodge a gracious Prince,  
And now his speeches sum, and scope and pith  
Is jack, and Tom, each one his Cousin Smith,  
That if with pleasant talk you please to warm it,  
He is an Host much better than an Army,  
A goodly man, well said, and corpulent,  
Filled like a bag-pudding with good content,  
A right good fellow, free of cap and leg,  
Of compliment, as full as any Egg:  
To speak of Him, I know it is of Folly,  
He is a mortal foe to Melancholy,  
Mirth is his life and trade, and I think very,  
That he was got when all the world was merry:  
Health upon health, he doubled and redoubled,  
Till his, and mine, and all our brains were troub●●●  
Unto our absent Bitters there we drank;  
Whom we are bound to love, they not to thank.  
By us mine Host could not great profit reap,  
Our meat and lodging was so good and cheap,  
That to his praise thus much I'll truly tell,  
He used us kindly every way and well.  
And though my lines before are merry writ,  
where-ever I meet him, I'll acknowledge it.  
To see the Castle there I did desire,  
And up the Hill I softly did aspire,  
Whereas it stands, impregnable in strength,  
Large in Circumference, height, breadth, and leng●●  
Built on a fertile plat of ground, that they  
Have yearly growing twenty loads of Hay,  
Great Ordnance store, pasture for Kine and Ho●●  
Rampires and Walls, t'withstand invasive forces.  
●hat it be well with truth and courage maned,  
●●●ition, victualled, than it can withstand  
●●he powers of twenty Tamberlaines (the Great)  
●●● the end with shame they would Retreat.  
●●● is governed by a grave and prudent 
* ●● Honourable the Lord Z●nch, Lord Warden of the ●●● ports.  Lord,  
Whole justice doth to each their right afford,  
Whole worth (within the Castle, and without)  
●he five Ports, and the country all about,  
●he people with much love, do still recite,  
●●● he makes the wronger's render Right.  
●he kindness I received there was such,  
●ut my remembrance cannot be too much,  
●●wa Gun thrice eight foot length of Brass,  
●nd in a Wheel I saw a comely Ass  
●●●●● like a Dog) that's turning of a Spit,  
●nd draw as it were from the infernal pit,  
●hose deep Abyss is perpendicular)  
●he hundred fathom (or well near as fare)  
●●christaline, so clear, and cool a water,  
●ut will in Summer make a man's teeth chatter:  
●●d when to see it up, I there had stood,  
●ranke thereof, and found it sweet and good.  
●●● farewell Castle, Dover, Dover Peer,  
●●rewell, Oast Bradshaw, thanks for my good cheer.  
●●● bonny Bark to Sea was bound again;  
●●● Thursday morn, we launched into the Main,  
●●● Folston: ● and by Sangates' ancient Castle,  
●rainst the rugged waves, we tug and wrestle  
●●● Hyde, by Ru●●ey, and by Rumney Marsh,  
●●●, Tied against us, and the wind blew harsh,  
betwixt Aeolus and Neptune was such strife,  
●●at I ne'er felt worse weather in my life:  
●●t and retost, retost and tossed again;  
●●● rumbling, tumbling, on the rolling Main,  
●boystrous breaking Billows curled locks  
●petuo●sly did beat against the Rocks,  
●●● winde much like a Horse whose wind is broke,  
●●● thick and short, that we were like to choke:  
●it cutragiously the billows shaves,  
●●● Gusts (like dust) blown from the bryny waves,  
●●● thus the winds and seas robustious gods  
●●● by the ears stark mad at furious odds.  
●●ender Ship, turmoiled 'twixt shores and Seas,  
●●ft or low, as storms and slawes did please:  
●●●etimes upon a foaming Mountains top,  
●●hose height did seem the heavens to underprop,  
●●en strait to such profundity she fell,  
●●● she dived into the deepest Hell,  
●●● Clouds like ripe Apostumes burst & showered,  
●●eir mastery watery substance headlong poured;  
●●● though all things were mutable and fickle,  
●●ey all agreed to so●se us in a pickle,  
●●● waters fresh and salt, from Seas and Sky,  
●●●ich with our sweat joined in triplicity,  
That looking each on other, there we saw,  
We neither were half stewed, nor yet half raw,  
But neither hot or cold, good flesh or fishes  
For Cannibals, we ha● been excellent dishes.  
Bright Phoe●us hide his golden head with fear,  
Not daring to behold the dangers there,  
Whilst in that strait or Exigent we stand,  
We see and wish to land, yet durst not land,  
Like rolling Hills the Billows beat and roate  
Against the melancholy Beachie shore,  
That if we landed, neither strength or wit  
Can save our Boat from being sunk or split,  
To keep the Sea, stern puffing Eol's breath  
Did threaten still to blow us all to death,  
The waves amain (unbid) oft boarded us,  
Whilst we almost three hours beleaguered thus,  
On every side with danger and distress,  
Resolved to run on shore at Dengie Nesse.  
There stand some thirteen Cottages together,  
To shelter Fishermen from wind and weather,  
And there some people were as I supposed,  
Although the doors and windows all were closed  
I near the land, into the Sea soon leapt  
To see what people those same houses kept,  
I knocked and called, at each, from house to house,  
But found no form of mankind, Man or 
* No dwelling within near three miles of ●ose Cottages.  Mouse.  
This news all sad, and comfortless and cold,  
Unto my company I straightways told,  
Assuring them the best way I did think,  
Was to hale up the Boat, although she sink.  
Resolved thus, we all together please  
To put her head to shore, her stern to Seas,  
They leaping overboard amidst the Billows,  
We plucked her up (unsunke) like stout tall fellows.  
Thus being wet, from top to toe we stripped,  
(Except our shirts) and up and down weskiped,  
Till wind and Sun our wants did well supply,  
And made our outsides, and our insides dry.  
Two miles from thence, a ragged 
* The town's name is Lydd, two miles from Rumney in Kent.  town there stood,  
To which I went to buy some drink and food:  
Where kindly ouer-reckoned, well misused  
Was, and with much courtesy abused.  
Mine Oastesse did account it for no trouble,  
For single fare to make my payment double:  
Yet did her mind and mine agree together,  
That (I once gone) would never more come thither:  
The Cabins where our Boat lay safe and well.  
Belonged to men which in this town did dwell:  
And one of them (I thank him) lent us then  
The Key to open his hospitable Den,  
A brazen Kettle, and a pewter dish,  
To serve our needs, and dress our flesh and fish:  
Then from the Butchers we bought Lamb & sheep,  
Beer from the Alehouse, and a Broom to sweep  
Our Cottage, that for want of use was musty,  
And most extremely rusty-fusty-dusty.  
There, two days space, we Roast, & boil, & broil,  
And toil, and moil, and keep a noble coil,  
For only we kept open house alone,  
And he that wanted Beef, might have a Stone.  
Our Grandam Earth (with beds) did all befriend us,  
And bountifully all our lengths did lend us,  
That laughing, or else lying 
* Our beds were Cables and Roper, outry feather at the least ●●● fathom long.  down did make  
Our backs and sides sore, and our ribs to ache.  
On Saturday the winds did seem to cease,  
And brawling Seas began to hold their peace,  
When we (like Tenants) beggarly and poor,  
Decreed to leave the Key beneath the door,  
But that our Landlord did that shift prevent,  
Who came in pudding time, and took his Rent,  
And as the Sun, was from the Ocean peeping,  
We launched to Sea again, and left housekeeping.  
When presently we saw the drizzling skies  
‛ Can pout and lower, and Winds and Seas ' ganrise,  
Who each on other played their parts so wild,  
As if they meant not to be reconciled,  
The whilst we leap upon those liquid hills,  
Where Porpoises did show their sins and Gills,  
Whilst we like various Fortune's Tennis ball,  
At every stroke, were in the Hazard all.  
And thus by Rye, and 
* I walked to Winchel●ey, where I thank my Cousin Mr. C●●●, the Mayor there, he ●●●●●● kindly welco●●●.  Winchelsey we passed  
By Fairlegh, and those Rocky cliffs at last.  
Some two miles short of Hastings, we perceined  
The Lee shore dangerous, and the Billows heard,  
Which made us land (to scape the Seas distress)  
Within a harbour, almost harbourless,  
(We give God thanks) amongst the Rocks we hit,  
Yet were we neither washed or sunk, or split.  
Within a Cottage nigh, there dwells a Weaver  
Who entertained us, as the like was never,  
No meat, no drink, no lodging (but the floor)  
No Stool to sit, no Lock unto the door,  
No straw to make us litter in the night,  
Nor any Candlestick to hold the light,  
To which the Owner bid us welcome still,  
Good entertainment, though our cheer was ill.  
The morrow when the Sun with flushed face  
In his diurnal course began to trace,  
The wind exceeding stiff and strong and tough,  
The Seas outrageous, and extremely rough,  
Our Boat laid safe upon the Boachy sand,  
Whilst we to Hastings went or walked by land.  
Much (to that Town) my thankfulness is bound,  
Such undeserved kindness there I found.  
Three nights we lay there, and three days we spent,  
Most freely welcomed, with much merriment.  
Kind Mr 
* The Mayor's name was Mr Richard Boyse, a Gentleman, wh●● laud●ble life, and honest government is much beloved and ●● proved.  Maior his love above the rest:  
Me and my crew, he did both feed and feast,  
He sent us God, and came himself to us;  
My thankes are these, because his love was thus,  
Mine Host and Hostess Clayton thus I thank  
And all good fellows there, I found so frank,  
That what they had, or what could there be got,  
They neither thought too heavy or too hot.  
The winds and Seas continued still their course,  
Inveterate seemed their rage, untamed their force,  
Yet were we loath to linger and delay:  
But once again to venture and away.  
Thus desperately resolved, 'twixt hope and doubt.  
Half sunk with launching, madly we went out,  
At twelve a clock at noon, and by Sunset  
To Miching, or New Haven we did get.  
There almost sunk (to save our Boat at last)  
Ourselves into the shallow Seas we cast:  
And plucked her into safety to remain  
Till Friday that we put to Sea again.  
Then amongst our old acquaintance (storms & fla●●)  
At every stroke near deaths devouring jaws:  
The weary day we passed through many fears,  
And land at last quite sunk o'er head and ears.  
All dropping dry, like five poor Rats half dro●●●●.  
From secure fare, we halde the Boat on ground,  
Cast out our water, whilst we bravely dropped,  
And up and down to dry ourselves we hoped.  
Thus we our weary Pilgrimage did wear,  
Expecting for the weather calm and clear:  
But storms, flaws, winds, seas, took no minutes r●●,  
Continual fiercely blowing, West Southwest.  
A Town called Gorting, stood near two mile's w●●●,  
To which we went, and had our wants supplied:  
There we relieved our selves (with good compassion)  
With meat and lodging of the homely fashion.  
To bed we went in hope of rest and ease,  
But all beleaguered with an Host of Fleas:  
Who in their fury nipped and skiped so hotly,  
That all our skins were almost turned to motley.  
The bloody sight endured at least six hours,  
When we (oppressed with their increasing powers)  
Were glad to yield the honour of the day  
Unto our foes, and rise and run away:  
The night before, 
* The Mayor's name was Mr Richard Boyse, a Gentleman, wh●●● laud●ble life, and honest government is much beloved and ●● proved.  a Constable there came,  
Who asked my Trade, my dwelling, and my name:  
My business, and a troop of questions more,  
And wherefore we did land upon that shore?  
To whom I framed my answers true, and fit,  
(According to his plenteous want of wit)  
But were my words all true, or if I lied,  
With neither I could get him satisfied.  
●●● asked if we were Pirates? We said no,  
●●● if we had, we would have told him so.)  
●●● said that Lords sometimes would enterprise  
●scape, and leave the Kingdom, in disguise:  
●●● I assured him on my honest word,  
●at I was no disguised Knight or Lord.  
●●● told me then that I must go six mile's  
●●● justice there, Sir john, or else Sir Giles:  
●●●●old him I was loath to go so fare:  
●●● he told me, he would my journey bar.  
●●s what with Fleas, and with the several prates  
●●th' Officer, and his Ass-sociats,  
●●e a rose to go, but Fortune bade us stay:  
●●e Constable had stolen our Oars away,  
●●d bome them thence a quarter of a mile,  
●●● through a Lane, beyond a gate and style,  
●●● hid them there, to hinder my depart,  
●●● which I wished him hanged with all my heart.  
●●●lowman (for us) found our Oars again,  
●●ithin'a field well filled with Barley Graine.  
●●●en madly, gladly out to Sea we thrust,  
'gainst winds & storms & many a churlish Gust:  
●●● Kingston Chapel, and by Rushington,  
●●● little Hampton and by Middleton,  
●●● B●g●●● fearful Rocks, which hidden lie  
●●● mile's into the Sea, some wet, some dry:  
●●ere we supposed our danger most of all,  
●●we ●●●●●●● remorseless Rocks should fall:  
●●t by th'Almighties mercy and his might,  
●●●●e Rowed to Selsey, where we stayed all night.  
●ere, our necessity could have no Law,  
●●● want of beds, we made good use of Straw,  
●●● S●●, that old continual Traveller  
●om T●●●● lap, began mount his flaming Car.  
●●● weather kept its course, and blowed & raged,  
without appearance it would e'er be swaged,  
whilst we did pass those hills, & dales, & Downs,  
●●at had denoured great ships, and swallowed Towns.  
●●us after six or five hours' toil at least,  
●●● past along by Wittering, West, and East,  
●●on the Lee shore still the wind full South,  
●●e came near Chichesters' fair Havens mouth.  
●●d being then half sunk, and all through wet,  
●●ore feared then hurt, we did the Haven get.  
●●us in that harbour we our course did frame  
●●● Portsmouth, where on Monday morn we came.  
●●en to the Royal Fleet we Rowed aboard,  
Where much good welcome they did us afford.  
●othe Lord General, first my thankes shall be,  
●●● is bounty did appear in gold to me,  
●●nd every one aboard the Prince I found,  
●●● stead of want, to make their loves abound,  
captain Penrudduck there amongst the rest,  
●●● is love and bounty was to us expressed,  
Which to require, my thankfulness I'll show,  
●nd that I'll ever pay, and ever owe.  
On Tuesday morning we with main and might,  
From Portsmouth crossed unto the ●●e of Wight:  
By Cow's ftout Castle, we to ● armouth hasted.  
And still the winds and Seas fierce fury lasted.  
On Wedn'●day we to Hursts strong Castle crossed,  
Most dangerously sowsd, turmoiled and tossed:  
Good harbour there we found, and nothing dear,  
I thank kind 
* matthew Fig, a right good fellow.  M. Fig, the Porter there,  
He showed us there a Castle of defence  
Most useful, of a round circumference:  
Of such command, that none can pass those Seas  
Vnsunke, or spoiled, except the Castle please.  
On Thursday, we, our Boat rowed, pulled and haled  
Unto a place, which is K●y Haven called.  
The wind still blowing, and the Sea so high,  
As if the lofty waves would kiss the sky,  
That many times I wished with all my hart,  
Myself, my Boat, and Crew, all in a Cart;  
Or any where to keep us safe and dry,  
The weather raged so out ragiously.  
For sure I think the memory of man  
(Since winds a●d Seas to blow or flow began)  
Cannot remember so stormy weather  
In such continuance, held so long together,  
For ten long weeks e'er that, 'tis manifest,  
The wind had blown at South or west Southwest,  
And raised the Seas: to show each others power,  
That all this space (carme weather) not one hour,  
That whether we did go by Sun or Moon,  
At anytime, at midnight, or at noon:  
If we did lance, or if to land we set,  
We still were sure to be half sunk, and wet.  
Thus toiling of our weary time away.  
That Thursday was our last long looked for day:  
For having past, with peril, and much pain,  
And ploughed, & furrowed, o'er the dangerous maine,  
O'er depths, and flats, and many a ragged Rock,  
We came to Christ-Church Hau'n at five a clock.  
Thus, God, in mercy, his just judgement sparing,  
('Gainst our presumption, overbold, and daring)  
Who made us see his wonders in the deep,  
And that his power alone aloft did keep  
Our weatherbeaten Bonte above the waves,  
Each moment gaping to be all our Graves.  
We sinking seaped: than not to us, to Him  
Be all the Glory, for he caused us s●im.  
And for his mercy was so much extended  
On me (whose tempt had so fare offended)  
Let me be made the scorn and scoff of men,  
If ever I attempt the like again.  
My love, my duty, and my thankfulness,  
To Sir George Hastings I must here express:  
His deeds to me, I must requite in words,  
No other payment, poor men's state affords.  
With fruitless words, I pay him for his cost,  
With thanks to Mr. Templeman mine host.  
So leaving Christ-Church, and the Haven there,  
With such good friends as made us welcome ●●●  
Some serious matter now I must compile,  
And thus from verse to prose I change my style.   

GOD, who of his infinite wisdom made Man, of his unmeasured mercy redeemed him, of his boundless bounty, immense power, and eternal eye of watchful providence relieves, guards, and conserves him; It is necessary, that every man seriously consider and ponder these things, and in token of obedience and thankfulness say with David: What shall I render? and the man having thus searched considerately the Causer of his being, then let him again meditate for 
* Men should consider why God hath given them a being in this life.  what cause he hath a being: indeed it may be objected, that almost every thing hath a being; as stones have being, trees, herbs, and plants, have being and life: Beasts, fowls, and fishes, have being, life, and sense: but to man is given a Being, life, sense, and reason, and after a mortal, an immortal ever-being. This consideration will make a man know that he hath little part of himself, which he may justly call his own: his body is Gods, he made it; his soul is his, who bought it; his goods are but lent him, by him that will one day call him to a reckoning, for the well or ill disposing of them: so that man having nothing but what he hath received, and received nothing but what is to be employed in the service of God, and consequently his Prince and Country, it is plainly to be perceived, that every man hath 
* No man is owner of himself.  the least share or portion of himself to boast of.  
I have written this Preamble, not only to inform such as know not these things already; but also to such whose knowledge is, as it were, fall'n into a dead sleep; who do live, as though there were no other being then here, and that their life and being was ordained only of themselves, neither God, Prince, or Country, having no share or portion of them, or of what they call theirs. But oh you Inhabitants of Salisbury, I hope there are ●●● such crawling Cankerwormes, or Comm●● wealth Caterpillars amongst you. Nay, I ●●● assured of the contrary, that there are ma●●● who (with religious piety, open hands, ●●● relenting hearts) do acknowledge that yo●● goods are but lent in trust unto you, and ●●● patiently bear the over-burthensome ●●●uing of many hundreds of poor wret●●● which (were it not for your charity) wo●●● perish in your streets.  
This being entered into my consideration that your City is so 
* Here is an honest course set down for the inriching●●, your rich, and the relieving of your poor.  much overcharged ●●● poor, as having in three Parishes near ●●● beside decayed men a great many, and ●●● those few which are of the wealthier sort, ●●● continually onerpressed with sustaining ●● wants of the needy, the City being as it ●●● at the last gasp, the poor being like Ph●●ohs lean Kine, even ready to eat up the ●●● ones: I have made bold to write this Tr●●tise ensuing, both to entreat a constant per●uerance in those who have begun to do go●● works, and an encouragement or anima●●● of all others, who as yet seem slow in the●● good proceed. And if any thing he●● written by me, be either impertinent, ex●●uagant, rude, harsh, or overbold, I humb●● entreat you to impute it rather to my want ●●● judgement, learning, and capacity, then to ●ny presumption, or want of love and duty ●●● the City & cause, which is hereafter handled.  
It is sufficiently known, that my intent and purpose at this time, was not to make any profit to myself ' upon any adventure (as it is deemed by many) by my passage from London ●● Salisbury with a Wherry, but I was entread by a 
* His ●●●● Gregory Bastable, and his ordinary place where he ●●●, or attends his labour, is at the Temple, and there also ●●● Thomas Estman, another Wiltshire man, which wi●●●●  Waterman which was born in Salisbury that I would bear him company for the discovery of the sands, flats, depths, shoals, Mills, and Wears, which are impediments and ' lets, whereby the River is not Navigable from Christ-Church, or the Sea to Salisbury. Which after many dangerous gusts, and tempestuous storms at Sea, (which I have recited in verse before) it pleased God that at the last we entered, the River, which in my opinion is as good ●●● River, and with some charge may be made as passable as the River of Thames is upwards from Brentford to Windsor, or beyond it; the shallow places in it are not many, the Mills ●need not be removed, and as for the Wears, ●no doubt but they may with conscience be compounded for. By which means of Na●uigation, the whole City and Country would be relieved, loiterers turned into labourers, penury into plenty, to the glory of God, the dignity and reputation of your City, and the perpetual worthy memory of all benefactors and well-willers unto so noble a work.  
If you will but examine your own knowledges, you shall find that in the whole dominion of England, there is not any one Town or City which hath a Navigable River at it, that is poor, nor scarce any that are rich, which want a River with the benefits of Boats: The Town of Kingston upon Hull in Yorkshire, the River there was cut out of Humber, by men's labours 20. miles up into the Country, and what the wealth and estate of that Town is, (by the only benefit of that River) it is not unknown to thousands: but you men of Sarum may see what a commodity Navigation is, nearer hand; there is your neighbour Sauthampton on the one side, and your dear friend Poole on the other, are a pair of handsome looking-Glasses for you, where you may see your want in their abundance, and your negligence in their industry.  
God hath placed, your being in a fertile soil, in a fruitful valley, environed round with Cor●le, and as it were continually be●●●eged with plenty: whilst you within (ha●●ing so many poor amongst you) are rather lookers upon happiness than enjoyers: moreover (by God's appointment) Nature hath saved you the labour of cutting a River, for I think you have one there as old as your City ready made to your hands: if you will be but industrious to amend those impediments in it, I dare undertake to be one of the 3. or 4. men which shall bring or carry 16. or 20. Tuns of goods betwixt the Sea and your City. Now, with extreme toil of men, Horses and Carts, your wood is brought to you 18. or 20. miles, whereby the poor which cannot reach the high prices of your fuel, are enforced to steal or starve in the Winter, so that all your near adjoining woods are continually spoilt by them: which faults by the benefit of the River would be reform: for the new Forest standeth so near to the water, that it is but cut the wood and put it into a Boat, which shall bring as much to your City as twenty Carts, and fourscore Horses: beside, by this River you might draw to you a trade of Sea-coal, which would enrich you, and help the plain and inland Towns and Villages where no wood grows. And for the Exportation of your Corn from Port to Port, within our own Country, as it is well known what abundance of your Barley is continually made into Malt amongst you: which if you had carriage for it, might be brewed into Beer, wherewith you might serve diverse places with your Beer, which is now served with your Malt: besides carriages of Bricks, Tiles, Stones, Charcoals, and other necessaries, which is now carried at dear rates by Horse or Carts, which now you send in Carts, or on Horses backs, to Southampton, to Bristol, and to many other places: so that the dearness of the Carriages eats up all your commodities and profit; which discommodity may be avoided, if your River be cleansed: and what man can tell what good in time may redound to your City from the Sea, by foreign goods, which may be brought into Christ-Church Haven by Shipping? nor can it be truly imagined, what new and useful profitable businesses may arise in time by this means.  
Our Forefathers and Ancestors did in their life's time in former ages do many worthy and memorable works, but for all their industry and cost, they did not (or could not) do all; but as there was much done to our hands, so there was much left for us to do, and very sitting it was, that it should be so: for it is against common sense and reason, our Fathers should toil in good works like drudges, and we spend our times loitering like Drones: no, what they did, was for our imitation. And withal, that we should be leaders of our posterities by our examples, into laudable endeavours, as our progenitors have before showed us: we are their sons and offspring, we have their shapes and figures, we bear their names, we possess their goods, we inherit their lands; we have materials of Stones, Timber, Iron, and such necessaries which they had, (if not in greater abundance) and having all these, let us withal have their willing and liberal hearts, and there is no question to be made, but that our River of Au●n will quickly be cleansed, to the honest enriching of the rich, and the charitable relieving of the poor.  
I am assured that there are many good men in the City and County of Wiltshire, and others of worth and good respect in this Kingdom, who would willingly and bountifully assist this good work: but (like Gossips near a Style) they stand straining courtesy who shall go first: or the Mice in the Fable, not one will adventure to hang the Bell about the Cat's neck: So that if one good man would begin, it would be (like a health drank to some beloved Prince at a great feast) pledged most hearty, and by God's grace effected most happily.  
You have already begun a charitable work amongst you, I mean, your common Town Brew house, the profit of which you intend shall be wholly employed for the supply of the poor and Impotents, which live in your City: from which sort of people (being such a multitude) the Brewers there have found their best custom: for no doubt but the meanest beggar amongst you, is (in some sort) more valiant than the richest man: because the one dares to spend all he hath at the Alchouse, so dares not the other; for the poor man drinks stiffly to drive care away, and hath nothing to lose, and the rich man drinks moderately, because he must bear a brain to look to what he hath. And of all Trades in the world, a Brewer is the Loadstone, which draws the customs of all functions unto ●●● It is the mark or upshot of every man's aim, and the bottomless whirlpool that swallows up the profits of rich and poor. The Brewer's Art (like a wild kestrel or unmanned Hawk) flies at all games; or like a But le●● box at Christmas, it is sure to win, whosoever loses: In a word, it rules and reigns (in some sort) as Augustus Caesar did, for ●● taxeth the whole earth. Your Inns and Alehouses are Brooks and Rivers, and their Clients are small Rills and Springs, who all (very dutifully) do pay their tributes to the boundless Ocean of the Brewhouse. For all the world knows, that if men and women did drink no more than sufficed Nature, ●●, if it were but a little extraordinary now and then upon occasion, or by chance, as you may term it; if drinking were used in any reason, or any reason used in drinking, I pray ye what would become of the Brewer then? Surely we do live in an age, wherein 
* Some make a profit of quarrelling, some pick their ●●● out of conte●●● and ●cbate some thrive and grow ●●● gluttony, many are bravely maintained by Bribery, that, cheating roguery, & villainy: but put all these together and ●●yne to them all sorts of people else, and they all in gen●●● are drinkers, and consequently the Brewers C●●●●●●● Customers.  the sue●● deadly sins are every man's Trade and living. Pride is the maintainer of thousands, which would else perish; as Mercers, Tailors, Embroydrers, Silk-men, Cutters, Drawers, Sempster's, Laundresies, of which functions there are millions which would starve but for Madam Pride with her changeable fashions. Lechery, what a continual crop of profit it yeel●● appears by the gallant thriving, and gaudy outsides of many he and she, private and pang-like sinners, both in Citi● and Suburbs. Co●erousnesse is Embroidered with Extortion, and warmly lined and furred with oppression. And though it be a devil, yet is it most Idolatrously adored, honoured, & worshipped by those simple Sheepeheaded fools, whom It hath undone and beggared. I could speak of other vices, how profitable they are to a Commonwealth; but my invention is thirsty, and must have one carouse more at the Brewhouse, who (as I take it) hath a greater share than any, in the gains which spring from the world's abuses: for Pride is maintained by the humble, yet one kind of Pride doth live and profit by another: Lechery is supported by the cursed swarm of Bawds, Panders Pimps, Apple-squires, Whores, and Knaves; and so every sin life's and thrives by the members, Agents, Ministers, and Clients, which do belong unto them: but Drunkenness plays at all; all trades, all qualities, all functions and callings can be drunk or tempore: note at any great Feast, or but at eurey ordinary dinner or supper almost, when men are well satisfied with sufficiency, that then the mystery of quaffing gins, with healths to many an unworthy person (who perhaps) would not give the price of the Reckoning to save all them from hanging (which make themselves sick with drinking such unthankful healths,) I myself have oftentimes dined or supped at a great man's Board, and when I have risen, the servants of the house have enforced me into the Seller or Battery, where (in the way of kindness) they will make a man's belly like a Sowse-rub, and enforce me to drink, as if they had a commission under the devil's great seal, to murder men with drinking, with such a deal of complemental oratory, As, off with your Lap, Wind up your bottom, Up with your taplash, ●nd many more eloquent phrases, which Tul●● or Demosthen●s never heard of; that in conclusion I am persuaded three days fasting would have been more healthful to me, than two hours feeding and swilling in that man●er.  
If any man hang, drown, stab, or by a●y violent means make away his life, the goods & lands of any such person, are forfeit to the use of the King: and I see no reason but those which kill themselves with drinking, should be in the same estate, and be buried in the high ways, with a stake driven thorough them: And if I had but a grant of this suit, I would not doubt but that in seven years (if my charity would but agree with my wealth) I might erect Almshouses, Free-schooles, mend highways, and make Bridges; for I dare swear, that a number (almost numberless) have confessed upon their deathbeds, that at such and such a time, in such and such a place, they drank so much which made them surfeit, of which surfeit they languished and died. 
* Let these Lives be considered if I lie or not.  The main benefit of these superfluous and man-slaughtering expenses comes to the Brewer, so that if a Brewer be in any office, I hold him to be a very ingrateful man, if he punish a Drunkard: for every stiff pot-valiant drunkard is a Post, beam, or Pillar which holds up the Brewhouse: for as the bark is to the tree, so is a good drinker to a Brewer.  
But you men of Salisbury, wisely perceiving how much Evil to your City, hath come by the abuse of Good drink, you would now work by contraries, to draw Good for your poor, out of these forepast and present Evils. To draw evil out of good, is devilish, but to work or extract goodness out of what is evil, is godly, and worthy to be pursued. The abuse of good drink and excessive drinking, hath made many beggars amongst you, to the enriching of a few Brewers, and now you would turn the world off from the Barrels, as I would off from the Coach-wheels, that the benefit of your new built Town Brewhouse might relieve many of those poor amongst you, who have formerly been impoverished by the enriching of your Towne-Brewers. It is no doubt but they will oppose this good work of yours, as the image-makers in Ephesus did Paul, when he preached against their idolatrous worshipping Diana; but be not you discouraged: for Nehemiah (in time) did build the Temple, although Sanballat & 
* Tobiah, Arabians, Ammonites.  many others did oppose him: for as your intents are Pious, so no doubt but God will make your events prosperous.  
Now to turn from Beer and Ale to fair water, (your River I mean) which if it be cleansed, then with the profit of your TowneBrewhouse, and the commodity of the River, I think there will be scarce a beggar or a loiterer to be found amongst you. I have written enough before concerning the benefit of it, and to encourage such as seem flow towards so good a work, which had it been in the Low-Countries, the Industrious Dutch would not so long have neglected so beneficial a blessing, witness their abundance of Navigable Rivers, and ditches, which with the only labour of men they have cut, and in most places, where never God or Nature made any River; and lately there is a River made navigable to St. Teads in Huntington-shire, wherein stood seven Mills, as impediments in the way. And now the City of Canterbury are clearing their River, that Boats may pass to and fro betwixt them and Sandwich Haven: the like is also in hand at Leedes in Yorkshire: Now, if neither former or present examples can move you, if your own wants cannot enforce you, if assured profit cannot persuade you, but that you will still be neglective and stupid, then am I sorry that I have written so much, to so little purpose, but my hopes are otherways: if all blind, lame, and covetous excuses be laid aside, than those who are willing, will be more willing, and those who are slack or backward, will in some reasonable manner draw forward: And there is the mouth of an uncharitable objection which I must needs stop, which is an old one, and only spoken by old men; for (say they) we are aged and stricken in years, and if we should lay out our monies, or be at charges for the River, by the course of Nature we shall not live to enjoy any profit to requite our costs: this excuse is worse than Heathenish, and therefore it ill becomes a Christian, for as I wrote before, man was not created, or had either the goods of mind, body, or Fortune, bestowed on him by his Maker, but that he should have the least part of them himself; his God, Prince and Country, claiming (as their due) almost all which every man hath. The oldest man will purchase land, which is subject to barrenness, and many inconveniences; he will buy and build houses, which are in danger of fire, and diverse other casualties; he will adventure upon Wares or goods at high prices, which to his loss may fall to low rates; he will bargain for cattles and Sheep, who are incident to many diseases, as the Rot; the Murrain, and diverse the like, and all this will he do, in hope to raise his state, and leave his heirs rich: at his death perhaps (when he can keep his goods no longer, when in spite of his heart he must leave all) he will give a few Gowns, and a little money to Pious uses, a Gross or two of pe●ny loaves, and there's an end of him, so that there remains no more memory of him.  
But this good work of your River, is not subject to barrenness or sterility, but contrarily it will be a continual harvest of plenty, it is not in danger of being consumed, or wasted, but it is assured of a perpetual increase. The names and memories of contributors towards it, shall be conserved in venerable and laudable remembrance, to the eternising of their fames, the honour of their posterities, and the good example of succeeding times to imitate. Therefore you men of Salisbury, I ●●● treat you in this case to be good to yourselves. Or else you may say hereafter, If ●●● had been Industrious, we had been happy: If ●● had not been covetous, we had been rich.  
Now, to return to my travels and entertainments: As I passed up the River, at the least 2000 Swans, like so many Pilots, swum in the deepest places before me, and shown me the way. When I came to the Town of Ringwood (14. miles short of Salisbury) I there met with his Majesty's Trumpeters, and there my fellows Mr. Thomas Under hill, and Mr. Richard Stock, Mr. Thomas Ramsey, Mr. R●●● Lloyd, with others, which I name not, did walk on the bank, and gave me two excellent flowrishes with their Trumpets, for the which I thank them in print, and by word of mouth. At last I came to a Town called Forthing, Bridge, where (not many days before) a grievous mischance happened; For two men being swimming or washing in the River, a Butcher passing over the bridge (with a Mastiff Dog with him) did cast a stone into the water, and say, A Duck; at which, the Dog leapt into the River, and seized upon one of the men and killed him: and the Butcher leaping in after, thinking to save the man, was also slain by his own Dog, the third man also hardly escaping, but was likewise bitten by him.  
From thence I passed further, to a place called Hale, where we were welcomed by the Right Worshipful, Sir Thomas Penrudduck Knight, whom we carried there in our Boat, and who, I am assured, will be a forward and a liberal Benefactor towards clearing of the River.  
So passing on our course by the Villages of B●rg●te, Breamer, Chartford, Downton & Stonely, we came to Langfoord, where we were well entertained by the Right Honourable, the Lord Edward Gorge (Lord Baron of Dundalk, and Captain of his Maties strong and defensible Castle of Hurst, in Hampshire) to whom in love & duty we proffered the gift of our tattered, windshaken and weatherbeaten Boat, which (after our being at Salisbury, being but two miles from thence) his Lordship accepted. And though he knew she was almost unserviceable, yet his Noble bounty was such, that ●he rewarded us with the price of a new Boat. I had some conference with his Honour, concerning the impediments and cleansing of the River, and I know he is most forwardly and worthily affected towards it, and no doubt if it be pursued, that then he will do that which shall become a Gentleman of his Honourable calling and Rank.  
So on the same Friday at night we came to Salisbury, where we brought our Boat thorough Fisherton Bridge, on the West side of the City, taking our lodging at the sign of the King's head there, with mine Host Richard Estman, whose brother Thomas, was one of the Watermen which came in the Boat thither from London: on the morrow, I with my company footed it two miles to Wilton, where at the Right Honourable the Earl of Pembrokes, my Lord Chamberlains house, I was most freely (and beyond my worth and merit) kindly welcomed, by the Right Worshipful, Sir Thomas Morgan Knight, with whom I dined, and by whose command I was showed all or the most part of the admirable contrived Rooms, in that excellent, and well built house; which Rooms were all richly adorned with Costly and sumptuous hangings; his Majesty some few days before having dined there with most magnificent Entertainment, as did express the love of so Noble a Housekeeper for so Royal a Guest: upon the sight of which house with the Furniture, I wrote these following verses.  
If Wholesome Air, Earth, woods, & pleasant Springs  
Are Elements, whereby a house is graced:  
If strong and stately built, contentment brings,  
Such is the house of Wilton, and so placed.  
There Nature, Art, Art, Nature hath embraced;  
Without, within, below, aloft complete:  
Delight and state, are there so interlaced  
With rich content, which makes all good, and great.  
The Hang there, with Histories replete,  
Divine, profane, and Moral pleasures giving,  
With work so lively, exquisite, and neat,  
As if man's Art made mortal creatures living.  
In brief, there all things are composed so well,  
Beyond my pen to write, or tongue to tell.  
Then was I shown a most fair and large Armoury, with all manner of provision and Furniture, for Pike, Shot, Bills, Halberds, javelins, with other Weapons and munition, which for goodness, number, and well-keeping, is not second to any Noblemen in England: Afterwards I went to the Stables, and saw my Lords great Horses, whom I saw such, and so good, that what my vntutoured Pen cannot sufficiently commend, I am forced with silence to overpass. But amongst the rest, the pains and industry of an ancient Gentleman Mr. Adrian Gilbert, must not be forgotten: for there hath he (much to my Lords cost and his own pains) used such a deal of intricate Setting, Grafting, Planting, inoculating, Railing, hedging, plashing, turning, winding, and returning circular, Triangular, Quadrangular, Orbicular, Ouall, and every way curiously and chargeably conceired● There hath he made Walks, hedges, and Arbours, of all manner of most delicate fruit Trees, planting and placing them in such admirable Artlike fashions, resembling both divine and moral remembrances, as three Arbours standing in a Triangle, having each a recourse to a greater Arbour in the midst, resembleth three in one, and one in three: and he hath there planted certain Walks and Arbours all with 
* Not a Tree stands there, but it bears one good or rare fruit or other.  Fruit trees, so pleasing and ravishing to the sense, that he calls it Paradise, in which he plays the part of a true Adamist, continually toiling and tilling. Moreover, he hath made his Walks most rarely round and spacious, one walk without another, (as the rinds of an Onion are greatest without, and less towards the Centre) and withal, the hedges betwixt each walk are so thickly set, that one cannot see thorough from the one walk, who walks in the other: that in conclusion, 
* A round work is endless, having no end. I touch not the matchless adjoining wood and walk of Rowlington here, whose praises consists in itself, my penb●ing insufficient.  the work seems endless, and I think that in England it is not to be followed, or will in haste be followed. And in love which I bear to the memory of so industrious and ingenious a Gentleman, I have written these following Anagrams.  
Adryan Gilbert, 
Anagrams. 

Art readily began  
A breeding trial.     

Art readily began a breeding trial,  
When she inspired this worthy Gentleman:  
For Nature's eye, of him took full espial,  
And taught him Art, Art readily began,  
That though Dame Nature was his Tutoress, he,  
Outworks her, as his works apparent be.   

For Nature brings but earth, and feeds and plants,  
Which Art, like Tailors, cuts and puts in fashion:  
As Nature rudely doth supply our wants,  
Art is deformed Nature's reformation.  
So Adryan Gilbert mendeth Nature's features;  
By Art, that what she makes, doth seem his creatures.   
THus with my humble thankes to Sir Thomas Morgan, and my kind remembrance to all the rest of my Lords Servants there, my legs and my labouring lines return again to Salisbury, and from the next day (being Sunday) to Langford, to my Lord Gorge his house, with whom I dined, and left my humble thanks for the reckoning. In brief, my fruitless and worthy lip-labour, mixed with a deal of Airy, and non substantial matter, I gave his Lordship, and the like requital I bestowed on the right Worshipful Mr. Thomas Squibb, Maior of Sarum, with Mr. Banes, Mr ●●●● juy, M. Windover, with all the rest; and more than thankes, and a grateful remembrance of their Honourable, Worshipful, and friendly favours, I know they expect not, and less than such a common duty as Gratitude I must not, or cannot pay. To shut up all in few words, I know, his Majesty's pious inclination is so ample, that he will be graciously pleased with any of your laudable endeavours for your welfare and commodity, if you take good and speedy advice, than no doubt but the effects will be according to your honest intendments.  
So farewell, Salisbury, till we meet again, which I hope will be one day: in the mean space I pray thee take this poor Pamphlet as a loving pledge of my return. Me thinks I see already, Men, Horses, Carts, Mattocks, Shovels, Spades, Wheelbarrows, Handbarrowes, and Baskets at work for the cleaning of your River: But if my thoughts do deceive me, and my expectation fail, I shall ever hereafter give small credit to their intelligence. So once more, Salisbury, I wish thee thankfully well to far.  
On Thursday the 21. of August I took Wo●chester in my way homewards: where I saw a● ancient City, like a body without a soul: and I know not the reason of it, but for aught which I perceived, there were almost as many Parishes as people. I lodged at the sign of the Cock, being recommended to the Host of the house, by a token from Salisbury, but mine Host died the night before I came, and I being weary, had more mind to go to bed then to follow him so long a journey, to do my message, or deliver any commendations: but the whole City seemed almost as dead as mine Host, and it may be they were all at Heartiest work: but I am sure I walked from the ●●● end of it to the other, and saw not 30. people of all sorts: So that I think if a man should go to Winchester for a Goose, he might lose his ●abour, for a Trader cannot live there, by venting such commodities.  
On Friday I galloped a foot pace one and twenty miles, from Winchester to Farneham; where I and one of my company hired a couple of Hampshire lenets, with seven legs, and three eyes betwixt them, upon whom we hobbled seventeen miles, to Stanes, whence on Saturday the 23. of August we footed it to Brenford, and Boated it to LonDON.    

The Scourge of Baseness: OR, The old Lerry, with a new Kicksey, and a new-cum twang, with the old Winsey:  

DEDICATED TO THE MIRROR OF GOOD FELLOWSHIP, THE PATTERN OF TRUE FRIENDSHIP, AND the only nonparallell of jovial Entertainment; Mr Andrew Hilton, at the sign of the Horse-shoe, at Daintree; I. Tailor wisheth daily increase of good Guests, true payment, hearts content in this life, and afterward as much happiness as his soul can desire.  
Kind Sir, I have seen oftentimes men offering to snuff a candle, have against their wills put it clean out; and an unskilful Chirurgeon taking a small green wound in hand, hath brought it to an old Ulcer. I would be loath, for my part, to imitate either of these examples; for my intent is, confession of the wrong I did you, and an endeavour to make amends. I do confess that I did you wrong in print, in my book of my Travels to Scotland, and now in print, I do make you a public satisfaction; For, I protest to God, that I have heard so much good report of you, that I am double sorry that I was so mistaken, and that I have been so long time before I have printed my recan●tion. It was your Tapsters want of wit and manners, and my want of discretion, that was the grounds of my too much credulity and temerity. For his part I wish him no more harm, but that chalk may be his best payments, Thunder may sour his Hogsheads, Rats gnaw out his spigots at midnight, and himself to commit his wit to the keeping of a fool or a knave while he life's; And your Ostlers, for gaping so greedily like Gudgeons upon me, I pray that they may every day mourn in litter and horse dung. But these are but jests by the way: for as many as know you, have told me, that if you had been at home, my entertainment had been better. If it had been so, it had been more than you owed me, and more than I at that time could have required: but I would have stretched my wit upon the tenters of Invention, in the praise of Inns and Innkeepers, I would have put the forgetful world in mind of the good service that Rahab the Innkeeper did at jericho, in hiding and preserving the spies that were sent by Caleb and joshua; I would have made the oblivious loggerheaded Age remember, that the Redeemor of the world did grace in Inn with his blessed birth: What place then but an Inn was the High Court of Heaven and earth, the residence and lodging of the immortal King, of never-ending eternity? This and more I would have done, but what is passed cannot be recalled, and it is too late to put old omitting to new committing. And so, my noble and thrice worthy Oast of Oasts, I omit not to commit you and yours to the protection of him that made you, desiring you to take this merry Pamphlet in good part, or in earnest of my better amends, and as a qualifier of your just anger.  
Yours in the best of his endeavours to be commanded, JOHN TAYLOR   

To the Reader.  
MY hearty condemnations I send forth  
Unto a crew of Rascals nothing worth,  
Yet in some sort I wrong their high reputes:  
●●●e of them are worth hanging for their suits)  
●●ch as (to pay debts) have the means, not minds,  
●hose words, and bonds, are constant as the winds,  
Such as think satisfaction is a sin,  
And he most virtuous that's in debt most in,  
Such, for whose sakes, (to my apparent loss)  
To Germany, I twice the Seas did cross,  
To Scotland all on foot, and back from thence,  
Not any Coin about me for expense,  
And with a Rotten weak Brown paper Boat,  
To Quinborough, from London I did float:  
Next to Bohemia, o'er the raging Main,  
And troublous Lands, I went and came again.  
Next, with a Wherry, I to York did Ferry,  
Which I did find a voyage very merry.  
And lastly, Late I made a desperate launt,  
From Famous Lnodon, (sometimes Troynovant)  
To Salisbury, through many a bitter blast,  
I, Rocks, and Sands, and foaming Billows past,  
That in ten thousand mouths, the City round,  
The lying, flying news was, I was drowned:  
But I may see them hanged before that day,  
Who are my Debtors, can, and will not pay:  
These toilsome passages I undertook,  
And gave out Coin, and ●●● a hundred Book,  
Which these base Mongrels took, and promised me  
To give me five for one, some four, some three:  
But now these Hounds, no other pay affords,  
Then shifting, scornful looks, and scurvy words;  
And sure I think, if I should harrow Hell,  
Where Dinels, and cursed Reprobates do dwell,  
I might find many there, that are their betters,  
And have more conscience, than my wicked debtors.  
Thus to my sevenfold troop of friends and foes,  
My thankes, and angry Muse, thus onward goes.   

THE WHY AND THE WHEREFORE.  
I Have published this Pamphlet, to let my rich debtors understand, that as often as I meet them, I do look that they should pay me: and although I am shamefast in not ask my due, yet I would not have them shameless in detaining it from me, because the sums are but small, and very easy for them (in general) to pay, and would do me a particular good to rece●ue.  
Secondly, I have sent this into the world, to inform same, that through their want do shun ●●d avoid my sight and company, that they are much deceived in my disposition; for I ever ●desteeme an honest heart and a willing mind, as well as their performances.  
Thirdly, there are some great men, who by reason of their extraordinary employments, my small acquaintance, and less means of access unto them, with my want of impudence, and their men's want of courtesy to inform then; all these are lets & demurs, against my satisfactions.  
Lastly, the daily abuses that I have concerning the book of my Travels, wherein I am accused for lies, and falsifications; but I do and ever will steadfastly stand to the truth of every tittle of it, except the abuse that I did to Master Hilton at Daintree, and that was not done on known malice neither, but on blind ignorant information: and there is a second Edition of my books of Travels coming forth, wherein I will Satyrize, Cauterize, and Stigmatize all the whole kennel of curs that dare maliciously snarl against manifest, apparent, and well known truths. In the mean space, you that are my debtors, if you please to pay me, you shall therein put yourselves out of a bad number amongst which you yet are placed: if you will not pay me, take this bone to gnaw upon, That I do hope to be ever better furnished with money, than you shall be with honesty.  
I.T.   

A Table of the general heads, containing seven parts.  

1 THose that have paid.  
2 Those that would pay if they could.  
3 Those that walk invisible, and are not to be found.  
4 Those that say they will pay, who knows when.  
5 Those that are dead.  
6 Those that are fled.  
7 Those Roarers that can pay, and will not.   

Those that To ever mean to pay,  
Nothing at all this book doth say:  
To such my Satire talketh still,  
As have not paid, nor ever will.    

A KICKSEY WINSEY, OR, A LERRY COME-TWANG: Wherein john Taylor hath Satirically suited seven hundred and fifty of his bad debtors, that will not pay him for his return of his journey from Scotland.  

1. My thankes to those that have paid.  
YOu worthy Worthies, of that liberal Tribe,  
Who freely gave your words, or did subscribe:  
And were not itched with the vainglorious worm,  
To write and lie, but promise and perform,  
Black Swans of Britai●e, I protest you are,  
And seem (to me) each one a Blazing Star;  
●e this inconstant Age so few affords  
●f men, whose deeds do counterpoise their words,  
●●at finding one, me thinks I see a wonder,  
●ore than December's Fruit, or Winter's Thunder;  
●●● gratitude, I hold a vice so vile,  
●●at I could n'r endure't a breathing while:  
●nd therefore ere I'll prove a thankless lade,  
●●me in his course shall run quite retrograde;  
●ea, every thing shall hate his proper kind,  
●efore ll harbour an ingrateful mind:  
●●ed still I vow to quit you in some part,  
With any best wishes, and a thankful heart.  
●●● much to you, my Muse hath sung or said,  
●hose loving bounties hath the Scullor paid.   

2. Those that would pay if they could.  
ANd as for you that would pay if you could,  
I thank you, though you do not as you should,  
●● promised fair, and wrote as free as any,  
●● Time hath altered since, the case with many;  
●●r monies, like low Tides, are ebbed too low,  
●●d when, 'tis lowest 'twill begin to flow.  
●●● seek a breech from breechlesse men 'twere vain,  
●●d fruitless labour would requite my pain:  
●●●● were no Charity (as I suppose)  
●●● bid one wipe his nose, that wants a nose;  
●●d sure my Conscience would be less than little,  
●●enrich myself, by robbing of the Spittle:  
●● honest friends (to end this vain dispute)  
●●ur barren states may spring, & bring forth fruit;  
●ur wills are good, and whilst I keep your bills,  
●●stead of Payment I accept good wills;  
● hope and expectation I will feed,  
●●d take your good endeavours for the deed:  
●aying that Crosses in your minds may cease,  
●●● Crosses in your purses may increase.   

3. Those that are hard for me to find, and being found, were better lost.  
ANother sort of debtors are behind,  
Some I know not, and some I cannot find:  
●●d some of them lie here and there, by spirits,  
●●sting their lodgings oftener than their shirts.  
●●chance I hear where one of these men lies,  
●●d in the morning up betimes I rise,  
●●d find in Shoreditch where he lodged a night;  
● he to Westminster hath ta'en his flight.  
●me two days after thither do I troth,  
●●d find his lodging, but yet find him not,  
●● he the night before (as people tell)  
●th ta'en a Chamber about Clarkenwell.  
●●ither go I, and make a privy search,  
●●st, he's in Southwark, near S. George his Church.  
A pox upon him, all this while think I,  
Shall I ne'er find out where my Youth doth ly●?  
And having sought him many a weary boat,  
At last, perhaps I find his chamber out:  
But then the Gentleman is fast in bed,  
And rest hath seized upon his running head:  
He hath taken cold with going la●e by water,  
Or sat up late at Ace, Deuse, Trey, and Cater,  
That with a Sink of fifty pieces price.  
He sleeps till noon before his Worship rise;  
At last he wakes; his man informs him strain,  
That I at door do on his pleasure wait;  
Perhaps I am requested to come near,  
And drink a cup of either ale or beer,  
Whilst-sucking English fire, and Indian vapour,  
At last I greet him with my bill of Paper:  
Well john (quoth he) this hand I know is mine,  
But I this day do purpose to go dine  
At the half Moon in Milk-street, prithee come,  
And there we'll drink, and pay this petry Sum.  
I take my leave, he in his sleeve doth laugh,  
Whilst I believe him, (like john hold my staff)  
I in the Tavern stay, and wait his pleasure,  
And he to keep his word can find no leisure.  
Thus many a street by me recrost and crossed,  
I in and out, and to and fro, am tossed,  
And spend my time and coin to find one out,  
Which having found, rewards me with a flout.  
In this base fashion, or such like as this,  
To me their scurvy daily dealing is:  
As one's in's study, tother's deep in talk,  
Another's in his Garden gone to walk:  
One's in the Barber's suddes, and cannot see,  
Till chin and chaps are made a Roman T:  
And for his making thus a Gull of me,  
I wish his cut may be the Grecian P.  
These men can kiss their claws, with jack, how is't?  
And take and shake me kindly by the fist,  
And put me off with dilatory cogs,  
And swear and lie, worse than a sort of dogs,  
Protesting they are glad I am returned,  
When they'd be gladder I were hanged or burned.  
Some of their pockets are oft stored with chink,  
Which they had rather waste on drabs, dice, drink,  
Then a small petty sum to me to pay,  
Although I meet them every other day:  
For which to ease my mind to their disgrace,  
I must (perforce) in Print proclaim them base;  
And if they pay me not (unto their shames)  
I'll print their trades their dwellings & their names,  
That boys shall hisse them as they walk along,  
Whilst they shall stink, & do their breeches wrong:  
Pay then, delay not, but with speed disburse,  
Or if you will, try but who'll have the worse.   

4. Those that will and do daily pay me in drink and smoke.  
A Fourth cure I must drop from out my quill,  
Are some that have not paid, yet say they will:  
And their remembrance gives my muddy mood,  
More joy than of those that will ne'er be good.  
These fellows my sharp Muse shall lash but soft,  
Because I meet them to their charges oft,  
Where at the Tavern (with free frolic hearts)  
They welcome me with pottles, pints, and quarts;  
And they (at times) will spend like honest men,  
Twelve shillings, rather than pay five or ten.  
These are Right Gentlemen, who bear a mind  
To spend, and be as liberal as the wind:  
But yet their bounty (when they come to pay)  
Is bountiful in nothing but delay.  
These I do seek from place to place,  
These make me not to run the wild-goose chase;  
These do from day to day not put me off,  
And in the end reward me with a scoff.  
And for their kindness, let them take their leisure,  
To pay or not pay, let them use their pleasure.  
Let them no worse than they are, still prove:  
Their powers may chance outdo me, not their love;  
I meet them to my peril, and their cost,  
And so in time there's little will be lost.  
Yet the old proverb I would have them know,  
The horse may starve the whilst the grass doth grow.   

5. Those that are dead.  
A Fift sort (God be with them) they are dead,  
And every one my quittance under's head:  
To ask them coin, I know they have it not,  
And where nought is, there's nothing to be got,  
I'll never wrong them with in●●ctiue lines,  
Nor trouble their good heirs, or their assigns.  
And some of them, their line loss to me were,  
In a large measure of true sorrow dear;  
As one brave Lawyer, whose true honest spirit  
Doth with the blessed celestial souls inherit,  
He whose grave wisdom gained preeminence,  
To grace and favour with his gracious Prince;  
Adorned with learning, loved, approved, admired,  
He, my true friend, too soon to dust retired.  
Besides, a number of my worthy friends  
(To my great loss) death brought unto their ends:  
Rest, gentle spirits, rest, with Eternising.  
And may your corpses have all a joyful rising:  
There's many living, every day I see,  
Who are more dead than you in pay to me.   

6. Those that are fled.  
A sixth, with tongues glib, like the tails of E●●●,  
Hath showed this land and me foul pairs a he●●  
To Ireland, Belgia, Germany, and France,  
They are retired to seek some better chance.  
'Twas their unhappy inauspicious Fate,  
The Counters, or King Luds unlucky Gate;  
Bonds being broke, the stones in every street,  
They durst not tread on, lest they burned their feet;  
Smoke by the Pipe, and Ginger by the race,  
They loved with Ale, but never loved the Mace.  
And these men's honesties are like their states,  
At piteous, woeful, and at low-prized rates;  
For partly they did know when they did take  
My books, they could no satisfaction make.  
And honesty this document doth teach,  
That man shall never strive above his reach,  
Yet have they reached, and overreached me still,  
To do themselves no good, and me much ill.  
But farewell, friends, if you again do come,  
And pay me either all, or none, or some:  
I look for none, and therefore still delay me,  
You only do deceive me, if you pay me.  
Yet that deceit from you were but my due,  
But I look ne'er to be deceived by you.  
Your stocks are poor, your Creditors are store,  
Which God increase, and decrease, I implore.   

7. Those that are as fare from honesty, as a Turk is from true Religion.  
seventhly, and lasts a worthy worthless crew,  
Such as heaven hates, & hell on earth doth spe●,  
And God renounce, & damn them, are their prayers,  
Yet some of these sweet youths are good men's he●●  
But up most tenderly they have been brought,  
And all their breeding better fed then taught:  
And now their lives float in damnation's stream,  
To stab, drab, kill, swill, tear, swear stare, blasph●●●  
In imitation world than devil's Apes,  
Or Incubuses thrust in humane shapes:  
As bladders full of others wind is blown,  
So self-conceit doth puff them of their own:  
They deem their wit all other men surpasses,  
And other men esteem them witless asses.  
These puck foist cockbrained coxcombs, shallow ●●●  
Are things that by their Tailors are created;  
For they before were simple shapeless worms,  
Until their makers licked them into forms.  
'tis ignorant Idolatry most base,  
To worship Satin Satan, or gold lace,  
T'adore a velvet varlet, whole repute  
Stinks odious, but for his presumed suit.  
If one of these to serve some Lord doth get,  
His first task is to swear himself in debt:  
And having pawned his soul to Hell for oaths,  
He pawns those oaths for newfound fashion clothes.  
His carcase cased in this borrowed case,  
Imagines he doth me exceeding grace:  
If when I meet him, he bestows a nod,  
Then must I think me highly blessed of God.  
Perhaps (though for a Woodcock I repute him,)  
I utile my bonnet to him, and salute him:  
But sure my salutation is as evil,  
As infidels that do adore the Devil.  
For they do worship Satan for no good,  
Which they expect from his infernal mood,  
But for they know he's author of all ill,  
And o'er them hath a power to spoil and kill:  
They therefore do adore him in the dirt,  
Not hoping any good, but fearing hurt.  
So I do seem these minimicks to respect,  
Not, that from them I any good expect;  
(For I from dog's dung can extract pure honey,  
As soon as from these wedgeons get my money)  
But I (in courtesy) to them have bowed,  
Because they shall not say, I am grown● proud;  
And sure if harmless true humility,  
May spring from money, wanting poverty,  
I have of debtors such a stinking store,  
Will make me humble, for they'll keep me poor.  
And though no wiser than flat fools they be,  
A good luck on them, they're too wise for me;  
They with a courtly trick, or a flim flame,  
Do nod at me, whilst I the noddy am:  
One pare of Gentry they will ne'er forget,  
And that is, that they ne'er will pay their debt.  
To take, and to receive, they hold it fit,  
But to require, or to restore's no wit.  
Then let them take and keep, but knocks, and pox,  
And all diseases from Pandora's box.  
And which of them says that I rave or rail,  
Let him but pay, and bid me kiss his T.  
But sure the Devil hath taught them many a trick,  
Beyond the numbering of Arithmetic.  
I meet one, thinking for my due to speak,  
He with cuasions doth my purpose break,  
And asks what news I hear from France or Spain,  
Or where I was in the last shower of rain;  
Or when the Court remooves, or what's a clock,  
Or where's the wind (or some such windy mock)  
With such fine scimble, scemble, spitter spattar,  
●s puts me clean besides the money-matter?  
Thus with poor mongrel shifts, with what, where, when?  
●m abused by these things, like men,  
And some of them do glory in my want,  
●hey being Romista, Fa Protestant:  
●heir Apostatical imunction saith,  
●o keep their faith with me, is breach of faith:  
For 'tis a Maxim of such Catholics,  
'Tis Meritorious to plague Heretics;  
Since it is so, pray pay me but my due,  
And I will love the Cross as well as you.  
And this much further I would have you know,  
My shame is more to ask, than yours to owe:  
I beg of no man, 'tis my own I crave,  
Nor do I seek it but of them that have,  
There's no man was enforced against his will,  
To give his word, or sign unto my bill.  
And is't not shame, nay, more than shame to hear,  
That I should be returned above a year,  
And many Rich-man's words, and bills have past,  
And took of me both books, both first and last,  
Whilst twice or thrice a week, in every street,  
I meet those men, and not my money meet.  
Were they not able me amends to make,  
My conscience then would sooner give then take:  
But most of those I mean, are full pursed Hinds;  
Being beggarly in nothing but their minds:  
Yet sure me thinks, if they would do me right,  
Their minds should he as free to pay, as write.  
Near threescore pounds, the books I'm sure did cost,  
Which they have had from me, and I think lost:  
And had not these men's tongues so forward been,  
Ere I my painful journey did begin,  
I could have had good men in meaner Raiment,  
That long ere this, had made me better payment:  
I made my journey for no other ends,  
But to get money, and to try my friends:  
And not a friend I had, for worth or wit  
Did take my book, or past his word or writ:  
But I (with thankfulness) still understood  
They took, in hope to give, and do me good.  
They took a book worth 12. pence, & were bound  
To give a Crown, an Angel, or a pound.  
A Noble, piece, or half piece, what they list,  
They past their words, or freely set their fist.  
Thus got I sixteen hundred hands and fifty,  
Which sum I did suppose was somewhat thrifty;  
And now my youths, with shifts, & tricks, & cavils,  
Above seven hundred, play the sharking javils.  
I have performed what I undertook.  
And that they should keep touch with me I look:  
Four thousand, and five hundred books I gave  
To many an honest man, and many a knave;  
Which books, and my expense to give them out,  
(A long year seeking this confused rout)  
I'm sure it cost me sevenscore pounds and more,  
With some suspicion that I went on score.  
Besides, above a thousand miles I went,  
And (though no money) yet much time I spent;  
Taking excessive labour, and great pains,  
In heat, cold, wet, and dry, with feet and brains:  
With tedious toil, making my heartstrings ache,  
In hope I should content both give, and take,  
And in requital now, for all my pain,  
I give content still, and get none again.  
None, did I say? I'll call that word again,  
I meet with some that pay now and then,  
But such a toil I have those men to seek,  
And find (perhaps) 2,3, or 4. a week,  
That too too oft, my lose get be,  
To spend 5. crowns in gathering in of three.  
And thus much to the world I dare avow,  
That my oft walks to get my money now,  
With my expenses, seeking of the same,  
Returning many a night home, tired and lame,  
Meeting some thirty, forty in a day,  
That sees me, knows me, owes me, yet none pay.  
Used and abused thus, both in town and Court,  
It makes me think my Scottish walk a sport:  
I muse of what stuff these men framed be,  
Most of them seem Mockado unto me,  
Some are Stand-further off, for they endeaver,  
Never to see me, or to pay me never.  
When first I saw them, they appeared Rash,  
And now their promises are worse than trash;  
No Tasfaty more changeable than they,  
In nothing constant, but no debts to pay.  
And therefore let them take it as they will,  
I'll canvas them a little with my quill.  
To all the world I humbly do appeal,  
And let it judge, if well these men do deal,  
Or whether for their baseness, 'twere not fitter,  
That I should use more gall, and write more bitter?  
I wrote this book before, but for this end,  
To warn them, and their faults to reprehend;  
But if this warning will not serve the turn,  
I swear by sweet Satyric Nash his urn,  
On every pissing polt, their names I'll place,  
Whilst they past shame, shall shame to show their face,  
I'll hale fell Nemesis, from This his den,  
To aid and guide my sharp revenging pen;  
That fifty Pope's Bulls never shall roar louder,  
Nor fourscore Cannons when men fire their powder.  
And sure, my wronged Muse could lines indite,  
So full of horror, terror, a●d affright,  
That they (like Cain) confessing their estates;  
But little better than base Reprobates;  
And hang themselves in their despairing moods,  
But that I'll not be guilty of their bloods.  
No, let such fellows know, that Time shall try  
My mercy's greater than their honesty:  
Nor shall my verse afford them no such favour,  
To make them save the hangman so much labour,  
They are contented still to patch and palter,  
And I (with patience) with them each a halter,  
They are well pleased to be perfidi●m fellows,  
And my revenge bequeathes them to the gallows:  
For I would have them th●s much understand,  
Words are but wind, 'tis money that buys land:  
Words buy no food, or clothes to give content,  
Bare words will never pay my Landlord rend.  
And those that can pay Coin, and pay but words,  
My mind, a mischief to them all affords,  
I count them like old shoes, past all men's mending,  
And therefore may the Gallows be their ending:  
If some of them would but ten hours spare  
From drinking, drabbing, and superstuous fare,  
From smoking English fire, and heathen stink,  
The most of them might well pay me my chink.  
There's no wound deeper than a pen can give,  
It makes men living dead, and dead men live;  
It can raise honour drowned in the sea,  
And blaze it forth in glory, Cap. a.pea.  
Why, it can seal the battlements of Heaven,  
And stellify men amongst the Planets seven:  
It can make miser's, peasants, knaves and sooles,  
The scorn of goodness, and the devil's close stools,  
Forgot had been the thrice three Worthy's names,  
If thrice three Muses had not writ their fames:  
And if it not with flattery be infected,  
Good is by it extolled, and bade corrected.  
Let judgement judge them, what mad men are those  
That dare against a pen themselves oppose,  
Which (when it likes) can turn them all to loathing,  
To any thing, to nothing, worse than nothing.  
Yet e'er I went, these men to write did like,  
And used a pen more nimbly than a pike;  
And writ their names (as I supposed) more willing,  
Then valiant Soldiers with their Pikes are drilling.  
But this experience, by these men I find,  
Their words are like their payment, all but wind;  
But what wind 'tis, is quickly understood,  
It is an evil wind, blows no man good:  
Or else they make it to the world appear,  
That writing is good cheap, and paying dear.  
No paper bill of mine had edge upon it,  
Till they their hands and names had written on it;  
And if their judgements be not overseen,  
They would not fear, the edge is not so keen.  
Some thousands, and some hundreds by the year  
Are worth, yet they their piece or half piece fear;  
They on their own bills are afraid to enter,  
And I upon their pieces dare to venture:  
But whoso at the bill hath better skill,  
Give me the piece, and let him take the bill.  
I have met some that odiously have lied,  
Who to deceive me, have their names denied;  
And yet they have good honest Christian names,  
As joshua, Richard, Robert, john and james:  
To cheat me with base Inhumanity,  
They have denied their Christianity,  
A half piece, or a Crown, or such a sum,  
Hath forced them falsify their Christendom:  
Denying good, ill names with them agree,  
And they that have ill names, half hanged be,  
●●d sure I think, my loss would be but small,  
●● aquittance they were hanged up all.  
● such I am past hope, and they past grace,  
●d hope and grce both pasts, a wretched case,  
● may be that for my offences past,  
●d hath upon me this disturbance cast:  
●be so I thank his Name therefore,  
●nfessing I deserve ten times much more;  
●s as the Devil is author of all ill,  
●ill for ill, on th'ill he worketh still;  
himself, his servants, daily lie and lurk,  
●ns cares on earth, or pains in hell to work.  
● how the case then with my debtors stands:  
●●ey take the devil's office out of's hands;  
●menting me on earth, for passed evils,  
●d for the devil, doth vex me worse than devils.  
●troch 'tis pity proper men they seem,  
●d those that know them not, would never deem  
●ut one of them would basely seem to meddle,  
● be the devil's hangman, or his beadle.  
● shame for honesty, for both, for either,  
● my deserts desertless, or for neither  
●charge yourselves from me, you know wherefore,  
●d never serve or help the Devil more.  
●●● heard some that Lawyers do condemn,  
●t I still must and will speak well of them;  
●hough never in my life they had of me  
●arkes, Counsellors, or yet Attorneys fee,  
●et at my back return, they all concurred,  
●nd paid me what was due, and ne'er demurred.  
●●me Counter Sergeants, when I came again,  
● Against their nature) dealt like honest men.  
● wondrous accident perchance one may  
● rope out a needle in a load of hay:  
●nd though a white Crow be exceeding rare,  
● blind man may (by fortune) catch a Hare,  
● may a Sergeant have some honest tricks,  
● too much knavery doth not overmix.  
●ewga●e (the University of stealing)  
●id deal with me with upright honest dealing.  
My debtors all (for aught that I can see)  
●ill still remain true debtors unto me;  
For if to paying once they should incline,  
They would not then be debtors long of mine.  
But this report I fear, they still will have,  
To be true debtors even to their grave.  
● know there's many worthy projects done,  
The which more credit, and more coin have won,  
And 'tis a shame for those (I dare maintain)  
That break their words, & not require their pain:  
● speak to such, if any such there be,  
●f there be none, would there were none for me.  
But Mr Bearnard Caluard too well knows  
The fruits of windy promise and fair shows,  
With great expense, and ●orill, and much pain  
He road by land and crossed the raging Main  
In fifteen hours he aid ride and go,  
From Southwark near to Cal●ice, to and fro.  
When he unto his roast, and detriment,  
Shown us a memorable precedent,  
In finding out a speedy worthy way,  
For news 'twixt France and London in one day;  
And ●et this well deserving Gentleman,  
Is cheated of his Coin, dowhat he can,  
From him they could both goods and money take,  
But to him they'll no satisfaction make,  
Their promises were five, or ten for one,  
And their performances are few, or none.  
Therefore it is some comfort unto me,  
When such a man of rank, and note, as he,  
Instead of Coin is paid with promises,  
My being cheated grieves me much the less;  
Of worthy Gentlemen, I could name more,  
That have past dangers both on seas and shore,  
And on ●ood hopes did venture out their gold,  
To some that will no faith, or promise hold,  
But basely do detain, and keep back all  
Th' expected profit, and the principal;  
Yet this one comfort may expel our cross,  
Though we endure, time, coin, and labours loss:  
Yet their abuse doth make our same more great,  
'Tis better to be cheated, them ●●● cheat.  
Those that are dead, or fled, or out of Town:  
Such as know not, nor to them am known,  
Those that will pay (of which there's some small number)  
And those that smile to put me to this cumber,  
In all they are eight hundred and some odd,  
But when they'll pay me's only known to God.  
Some crowns, some pounds, some nobles, some a royal,  
Some good, some naught, some worse, most bad in trial.  
I, like a boy that shooting with a bow  
Hath lost his shaft where weeds and bushes grow;  
Who having searched, and raked, and scraped, & tossed:  
To find his arrow that he late hath lost:  
At last a crotcher comes into his brain,  
To stand at his first shooting place again;  
Then shoots, and lets another arrow fly,  
near as he thinks his other shaft may lie:  
Thus venturing, he perhaps finds both or one,  
The worst is, if he los● both, he finds none.  
So I that have of b●o●●● so many giu●n,  
To this compare●●●igent am driven:  
To shoo●e this Pamphlet and to ease my mind,  
To lose more yet, of something lost to find.  
As many broo●es, fords, showers of rain & springs,  
Unto the Thames their often tribute brings,  
These subjects paying, not their stocks decrease,  
Yet by those payments, Thames doth still increase:  
So I that have of debtors such a swarm,  
Good they might do me, and themselves no harm  
Inuective lines, or words, I writ nor say  
To none but those that can, and will not pay:  
And whoso pays with good, or with ill will,  
Is freed from out the compass of my quill.  
They must not take me for a Stupid ass,  
That I (unfeeling) will let these things pass.  
If they bear minds to wrong me, let them know,  
I have a tongue and pen, my wrongs to show;  
And be he ne'er so brisk, or neat, or trim,  
That bids a pish for me, a tush for him;  
To me they're rotten trees, with beauteous rhinds,  
Fair form caskets of deformed minds.  
Or like dispersed flocks of scattered sheep,  
That will no pasture, or decorum keep:  
Some wildly skipping into unknown grounds  
Stray into foreign and forbidden bounds;  
Where some through want, some through excess ●●  
The scab, the worm, the murrain, or the rot.  
But whilst they wander guideless, uncontrolled,  
I'll do my best to bring them to my fold;  
And seeing sheepfold hurdles here are scant,  
I am enforced to supply that want  
With railing: and therefore mine own to win,  
Like rotten forlorn sheep, I'll rail them in.    

In defence of Adventures upon Returns.  
FOrasmuch as there are many, who either out of pride, malice, or ignorance, do speak harshly, and hardly of me and of diverse others, who have attempted and gone dangerous voyages by sea with small Wherries or Boats, or any other adventure upon any voyage by land, either Riding, Going, or Running, alleging that we do tempt God by undertaking such perilous courses, (which indeed I cannot deny to be true) yet not to extenuate or make my faults less than they are, I will here approve that all men in the world are Adventurers upon Return, and that we do all generally tempt the patience and long suffering of God, as I will make it appear as followeth.  
Whosoever is an Idolater, a superstitious Heretic, an odious and frequent swearer, or liar, ● griping usurer, or uncharitable extortioner, doth tempt God, adventure their souls, and upon return, lose Heaven.  
Whosoever is a whoremaster, doth adventure his health, and wealth, and his returns are endless misery, beggary, and the pox.  
Whosoever doth contrive, plot, or commit treason, doth adventure his soul to the devil, and his body to the Hangman.  
Whosoever doth marry a young and beautiful maid, doth adventure a great hazard for a blessing or a curse.  
Whosoever goes a long journey, and leaves his fair wife at home, doth most dangerously adventure for horns, if she be not the ●●nester.  
He that sets his hand to a bond, or pa●● his word for another man's debt, doth Adventure a great hazard to pay both principal and interest. Probatum est.  
That Pastor who is either negligent or ●●● charitable in his function, doth Aduent●●● more than he will ever recover.  
A Merchant doth Adventure ship, and goods, amongst flats, shoals, deeps, Pira●●, shelves, rocks, gusts, storms, flaws, tempests, mists, fogs, winds, seas, heats, colds, and calms, and all for hope of profit, which often fails.  
That Tradesman that daily trusts more aware than he receives money for, doth Adventure for Ludgate, a breaking, or a cracking of his credit.  
He or she who are proud either of beauty, riches, wit, learning, strength, or any thing which is transitory, and may be lost, either by fire, water, sickness, death, or any other casualty, do Adventure to be accounted vainglorious, and ridiculous Coxcombs.  
He that puts confidence in Drabs, Dice, Cards, Balls, Bowls, or any game lawful or unlawful, doth adventure to be laughed at for a fool, or dye a beggar unpitied.  
He that eats and drinks till midnight, and fights and brawls till daylight, doth Adventure for little rest that night.  
To conclude, I could name and produce abundance more of Adventurers; but as con●cerning adventuring any more dangerous ●voyages to sea, with Wherries, or any extraordinary means, I have done my last, only my frailty will now and then provoke me to adventure upon some of those infirmities or vices, which attend on our mortalities, which I think I shall be free from committing, before my debtors have paid me all my money.   
FINIS.   

Tailor's Motto.  

DEDICATED TO EVERY BODY.  
YEt not to every Reader do I write,  
But only unto such as can Read right:  
And with unpartial censures can declare,  
As they find things, to judge them as they are.  
For in this age, Critics are such store,  
That of a B. will make a Battledore,  
Swallow down Camels, and at Gnats will strain,  
Make Mountains of small Molehills, and again  
Extenuate faults, or else faults amplify,  
According as their carping censures fly.  
Such are within the Motto of I have,  
But though the gallant Gulls be ne'er so brave,  
And in their own esteem are deemed wise,  
I have a mind their follies to despise.  
There are some few that will their judgement season  
With mature understanding, and with reason:  
And call a spade a spade, a Sycophant,  
A flattering Knave, and those are those I want.  
For those that seem to read, and scarce can spell,  
Who neither point, nor keep their periods well  
Who do a man's invention so be-martyr,  
So hanging, drawing, and so cut and quarter,  
Making good lines contemptible threadbare,  
To keep my book from such as those I care.  
Adieu. JOHN TAYLOR.   

TAILOR'S MOTTO. ET HABEO, ET CAREO, ET CURO. I HAVE, I WANT, I CARE.  

IS any man offended? marry gep  
With a horse nightcap, doth your jadeship skip?  
Although you kick, and fling, and wince and spurn,  
Yet all your Colts-tricks will not serve your turn.  
Vice hath insected you, against virtue's force,  
With more diseases than an aged horse:  

* If all ●●ade● sa●e; of Waterman I will turn Farrier. I do not think that any Horse le●ch can blazon such a pedigree of matching n●ladi●s.  For some of you are hidebound greedily,  
Some have the yellows of false jealousy,  
Some with the staggers, cannot stand upright,  
Some blind with Bribes, can see to do no right,  
Some foundered, that to Church they cannot go,  
Broke-winded some, corrupted breath doth blow,  
Some hoofe-bound, some surbated, and some gravelled  
With travelling, where they should not have travelled,  
Some are crest-fallen through th'immoderate vice  
Of gorgeous outsides, smoke, and drink and dice,  
And some are full of ●allenders and scratches,  
The neck-cricke, spavins, shouldersplat, and aches,  
The ring-bone, quitterbone, bots, botch, and scab.  
And navelgall, with coursing of the Drab.  
The back, gall, lightgall, wind-gall, shacklegall,  
And last, the spurgall, the worst gall of all,  
A good found horse needs not my whip to fear,  
For none but jades are wrung i'th' withers here.  
And do these Hackneys think to run on still,  
(Without a bit or snafsle) as they will,  
And headstrong prancing through abuses, dash,  
And scape without a Satyr's jerking lash?  
No they must know, the Muses have the might,  
The unjust justly to correct and smite,  
To memorise victorious Virtue's praise,  
To make men's same or shame outlive their day●,  
To force injustice (though it do look big)  
With his own nails his cursed grave to dig:  
T'emblaze the goodness of a man that's poor,  
And tell the vices of an Emperor.  
All this the Muses dare, and will, and can,  
Not sparing, fearing, flattering any man.   

And so dare I, (if I just cause do see)  
To write, from fear, or hate, or flattery free,  
Or taxing any in particulere,  
But general at all, is written here.  
For had I meant the Satire to have played,  
In Aqua fortis, I would whips have laid,  
And mixed my ink (to make it sharp with all)  
With sublimate, and Cockatrice's gall,  
Which, with a Satyr's spleen, and fury fierce,  
With the least jerk, would to the entrailes pie●e,  
And with a lash that's lustily laid on,  
Would strip and whip the world, unto the bone:  
I know that none at me will spurn or kick,  
Whose consciences no villainy doth prick,  
And such as those will in their kennels lie,  
And gnar and snarl, and grumble secretly,  
But with full mouth, they dare not bark or bite,  
But fret within, with rancour and despite.  
For why (before the world) I make a vow,  
There doth not live that male, or female now.  
Against whom I have so much as is a thought,  
Much less, against them are my Verses wrought.  
This Motto in my head, at first I took,  
In imitation of a better Book:  
And to good minds I no offence can give,  
To follow good examples, whilst I live.  
●or I had rather to abide detraction,  
●●●od be an Ape in any honest action:  
●hen wilfully into a fault to run,  
though it before had by a King been done.  
●●e not here reviled against my betters,  
●hich make me fear no dungeon, bolts, or fetters:  
●or be he ne'er so great, that doth apply  
●●y lines unto himself, is worse than I.  
smooth is my style, my method mean and plain.  
●ee from a railing, or invective strain:  
●● harmeleffe fashion here I do declare,  
●ine own rich wants, poor riches, and my care,  
●nd therefore at my wants let no man grieve,  
except his charges will the same relieve:  
●nd for my Wealth (except a rotten Boat)  
●● never feared the cutting of my throat.  
●●nd those that for my cares do envy me,  
●●all in them (if they list) great sharers be.  
●●ll my taxations are in general,  
●●oe any personal, or national:  
●he troubles now in France, I touch not here,  
●or of the Britain● Fleet before Argi●re.  
●or of the forces that the Turk doth bring,  
●gainst the Poland Kingdom and their King,  
●f Count Buckoy, of bethlehem, Gabor, or  
Of Spinola, or any Ambassador,  
Nor Denmark's King, nor of the Emperor,  
Nor Netherlands great Navigable power,  
Nor of Religious points my Muse doth chant,  
Of Ro●●ish Catholic, or Protestant:  
Of Brownist, Hussite, or of Caluinist,  
●●minian, Puritan, or Familist,  
Nor against Corporation, trade, or Art,  
My poor invention speaks in any part.  
And therefore Critic, snarl, and snap, and hang,  
●f inwardly thou feel my Satyrs sang:  
●is wisdom in thee, if thy spleen thou hide,  
And mend thyself, before thy faults be spied.  
Thus as I boldly have begun to enter,  
Courageously I'll thorough the business venture.   

Et Habeo, I have.  

I Have a Soul, which though it be not good,  
'Twas bought at a dear rate, my Saviour's Blood:  
And though the Devil continually do crave it,  
Yet he that bought it, hath most right to have it.   

I (with my soul) have power to understand,  
The sum of my Creator's great Command:  
And yet I have a Law within me still,  
That doth rebel against his Sacred Will.  
But though (through merit) I have Hell deserved,  
Through Mercy yet I have a Heaven reserved.   

I have a reason, which can difference make  
'Twixt good and bad, to choose, and to forsake:  
I have a working, forward, and free will,  
Wherewith I have inclined to do ill.  
I have a Conscience, which doth tell me true,  
That for my sins the wrath of God is due:  
And to relieve that Conscience terrified,  
I have a Faith in jesus Crucified.   

I have a judgement, by the which I see,  
And judge, how good and bad things different be:  
And with just Censure, I distinguish can,  
The odds beeweene a monster and a man.  
But when with judgement on myself I look,  
I strait ways am with fear and horror strooke:  
And finding my afflicted Conscience grudged,  
I judge myself, for fear of being judged.   

I have a Knowledge, by the which I know,  
That all that's good in me, God did bestow:  
And all my thoughts, and words, and actions evil,  
I have them (like my neighbours) from the Devil.  
By this my Knowledge, sometimes skill I have,  
To know an honest man, and know a knave:  
To know where I far well, to come again,  
Where Friends for love do only entertain,  
To know that Envy, Pride and Lechery,  
Sloth, Wrath, Avarice, and Gluttony,  
Doth make the world dance Antique in a string,  
And all their followers to confusion bring.  
I know that griping base Extortion,  
As it gets wealth without proportion,  
Even so, without proportion, rule or measure,  
Shall be consumed that most accursed Treasure.  
I know a swearer, when I hear his Oaths,  
I know a Gull, although he wear good clothes,  
I know a Prodigal, by's lavish spending,  
I know a Fool (my self) by too much lending.  
I know I have discharged others Score,  
But will (for aught I know) do so no more.  
I know, that four and twenty letters teaches  
All the whole world stongues, languages & speeches.  
I know that I not any word can frame,  
But in some Language 'tis an Anagram.  
And though the world of sundry parts consists,  
Yet all the world are Anagramatists.  
I know the numbers numberless of faces,  
That were are, shall be, at all times, and places,  
Are all unlike each other, for we see,  
They each from other may distinguished be.  
I know, the difference of these voices are  
Unlike each other, being near, or fare,  
And that men's several writings are contrary,  
And in some things from one another vary,  
And by this knowledge I have in ward sight.  
How that the works of God are infinite.  
I have credulity, that when I hear  
A man anouch a thing, protest and swear,  
I have given credit to him by and by,  
Although the wicked wretch did swear and lie,  
Because I have a hope that want of grace,  
Doth not our Maker's Image quite deface,  
As that a man who hath wit, sense, or reason,  
Dares to commit so horrible a treason,  
As to call God to witness of his lies,  
Thereby to countenance his villainies.  
Thus through simplicity, and light belief,  
I have believed an acrant whore, or thief.  
I have opinion, and have ever had,  
That when I see a staggering drunken swad:  
Then that a man worse than an Ass, I see,  
Because an Ass will never drunken be.  
And yet in mine opinion I am bold,  
(That friendship and society to hold)  
The merry spending of an idle hour.  
To take a cup, or two, or three, or four,  
If soberly the meeting be well ended,  
'tis tolerable, and to be commended,  
And yet I have my imperfections too,  
Which make me daily do, as others do:  
For I (like many rich men) now and than,  
Make show to be a very honest man:  
But strong temptations dog me every hour,  
Which to resist I have so little power,  
That if (perhaps) I had their means, I think.  
I should (as they do) dice, and drab, and drink,  
And through infirmity, or wilfulness,  
Run greedily to Riots vain excess:  
For Honours do change Manners; wealth and place  
Are (oftentimes) temptations to disgrace,  
And did some Great men cast up their account,  
To what their vain expenses do amount;  
So much for needless quarts, so much for smoke,  
Paid so much for Eringoes, (to provoke)  
So much for Coach-hire, so much for a whore,  
With Item, not three halfpences to the poor.  
And who knows, if I had their means, I say,  
But I should be as very a Knave as they ●  
For I have imperfections, and a will,  
And frail infirmities, ● attempt what's ill,  
That I in no good action cannot stand,  
Except supported by th'Almighties hand.  
I have a sense and feeling sympathy,  
Of others woe, and want, and misery:  
If one man doth do good, another bad,  
I (for them both) can be both glad, and sad.  
For when I see a Great man raised hie.  
I have a sense of his Nobility,  
And wish, that all his Actions still may be,  
To make him worthy of his dignity.  
But when I see that Fortune 'ginnes to frown,  
And from her fickle wheel to cast them down,  
Though their soul faults I hate and do abhor,  
Yet as theyare men, I have a pity for.  
For when a whore is whipped, a Bawd i'th' Cart,  
A drunkard in the stocks, for his desert:  
An arrant Knave, or perjured wretch to stand,  
And makes the Pillory his failing band;  
Or one, whose backward Fortune doth prevail,  
To make a bridle of a Horse's tail,  
With riding Retrograde, i'th' streets proclaim,  
On their own backs & breasts, their faults & ●●●  
When any Villain for his fault is tortured,  
A Thief, or Traitor, hanged, or drawn & qua●●  
As I do hope for mercy from Above,  
As they are men, they do my pity move,  
And I do grieve, the Devil hath so much power  
Ma●s Reason, and Allegiance to devour;  
And that of Grace they laid no faster hold,  
But fall into these mischiefs manifold.  
I have a Fortune that attends on me,  
For never will I Fortune's vassal be:  
And let her frown or smile, or hang herself.  
And give me either poverty or pelf,  
Or cast me low, or lift me up on hie,  
Yet (spirit her teeth) I'll live until I die.  
For all man's outward happiness, are things  
Tied and bound fast to fickle Fortune's wings:  
Which when she lift, she will alight and stay.  
And when her wheel but turns, she flies away.  
She's bountiful to fools, and therefore I  
Have small share in her liberality.  
On wise men she doth favours seldom fix:  
For wisdom scorns her slights and juggling ●●●  
And yet no industry of man alive,  
(If Fortune frown on him) can make him thri●  
For why, so powerful is the purblind witch,  
To raise up knaves, and make fools devilish ric●,  
To set an Ass on top of all her wheel,  
And to kick virtue backward, with her heel:  
To raise a Piper, Pander, or a jester,  
And therefore hang the Hag, I do detest her.  
She hath strange tricks, and works for diverse ●●●  
To make a Great man have more kin than friend's  
But seldom she this good report doth win,  
To make a poor man have more friends than li●●.  
A King in's Throne, a General in the war,  
Places of best command, and reverence are.  
But yet if Fortune frown on their affairs,  
They shall be rich in nothing but in cares.  
she's like a janus with a double face,  
To smile and jowre; to grace, and to disgrace;  
She loves and loathes, together at an instant,  
And in inconstancy is only constant.  
Uncertain certain, never love's to settle,  
But here, there, every where; in dock, out ne●●●  
The man whom all her frowns or favours spu●●●  
Regardeth not her wheel, how oft it turns.  
A wise man knows she's casier found then kept,  
And as she a good, or bad, he doth accept.  
He knows she comes intending not to stay,  
●nd gui's but what she means to take away.  
●or by discretion is truly known,  
●●er liberal gifts she holds still as her own.  
And unto me her bounty hath been such,  
●hat if she caked again, I care not much.  
I have love which I to God do owe,  
With which I have a fear doth in me grow:  
●loue him for his goodness, and I fear  
●●o angee him, that hath loved me so dear.  
●feare in lout, as he's a gracious God,  
Not love for fear of his revenging Rod.  
And thus a loving fear in me I have,  
Like an adopted son, not like a slave.  
●● have a King whom I am bound unto,  
●o do him all the service I can do:  
To whom when I shall in Allegiance fail,  
Let all the Devils in hell my soul assail;  
If any in his government abide,  
In whom foul Treacherous malice doth reside  
●Gainst him, his Royal offspring or his friends,  
● wish that Halters may be all their ends.  
And those that cannot most unfeignedly  
●●y this, and swear, as confident as I:  
Of what degree soe'er, I wish (one hour)  
They were in some kind skilful Hangman's power.  
I have a life was lent me 'fore my birth,  
By the great Landlord both of Heaven and Earth:  
But though but one way unto life is common,  
For All that ever yet was borne of woman,  
Yet are there many thousand ways for death,  
To dispossess us of our lives, and breath.  
For why, the Lord of life (that life doth make)  
Will (as the pleaseth) life both give and take,  
And let me (blameless) suffer punishment,  
Or loss of goods, or causeless banishment,  
Let me be hanged, or burned, or stabbed, or drowned.  
A●'s one to me so still my Faith keep sound,  
Then let my life be ended, as God will,  
This is my mind, and hope shall be so still:  
To get to Heaven, come thousand deaths together,  
theyare welcome pleasures, if they bring me thither.  
I know for certain, all Mortality,  
When it gins to live, gins to dye;  
And when our lives that back again we give,  
We ever endless then do dye, or live.  
When good men wish long life, 'tis understood  
That they would longer live, to do more good:  
But when a bad man wisheth to live long,  
It is because he fain would do more wrong.  
And this one reason gives me much content,  
Though I shall have no Marble Monument,  
Where my corrupted Carcase may inherit,  
With Epitaphs, to blaze my want of merit,  
To waste as much to polish and beguiled,  
As would a charitable Almshouse build.  
All which a gouty Usurer, or worse,  
May have, and have poor people's heavy curse,  
That many times the senseless Marble weeps,  
Because the execrated corpse it keeps.  
When the mean space, perhaps the wretched soul,  
In flames unquenchable doth yell and howl.  
I have a hope, that doth my heart refresh,  
Howe'er my soul be sundered from my flesh:  
Although I have no friends to mourn in sack,  
With merry insides, and with outsides black;  
Though ne'er so poorly they my corpse inter,  
Without bell, book, or painted Sepulchre,  
Although I miss these trifles Transitory,  
I have a hope my soul shall mount to glory.  
I have a vain in Poetry, and can  
Set forth a knave to be an honest man;  
I can my Verses in such habit clad,  
T'abuse the good, and magnify the bad.  
I can write (if I lift) nor Rhyme or Reason,  
And talk of felony and whistle Treason,  
And Libel against goodness (if I would)  
And against misery could rail and scold;  
Fowl Treachery I could mince out in parts,  
Like Vintner's pots, half pints, and pints & quarts.  
Even so could I, with Libels base abound,  
From a grain weight, or scruple, to a pound,  
With a low note I could both say or sing.  
As much as would me unto Newgate bring,  
And straining of my voice a little higher,  
I could obtain the Fleet at my desire:  
A little more advancing of my note,  
I from the Fleet, might to the Gatehouse float,  
Last, above Ela raising but my power,  
I might, in state be mounted to the Tower.  
Thus could my Muse (if I would be so base)  
Run careless, by degrees, into disgrace,  
But that for love of goodness I forbear,  
And not for any servile flavish fear.  
Time serving vassals shall not me applaud,  
For making of my Verse a great man's Bawd:  
To set a lustre, and a flattering gloss,  
On a dishonourable lump of dross;  
To slabber o'er a Ladies homely feature,  
And set her forth for a most beauteous creature.  
Nor shall my free invention stoop t'adore,  
A fowl diseased, pocky painted whore.  
Rewards or bribe's my Muse shall ne'er entice,  
To wrong fair Virtue, or to honour Vice.  
But as my Conscience doth inform me still,  
So will I praise the good, condemn the ill.  
That man is most to be abhorred of men.  
Who in his cursed hand dares take a pen,  
Or be a means to publish at the press  
Profaned lines or obscene beastliness,  
Scurrility, or known apparent lies,  
To animate or cover villainies;  
A halter for such Poets, stead of Bays,  
Who make the Muse's whores, much worse than Thais,  
Such Rascals make the Heliconian well,  
(In estimation and respect) like hell.  
And of all good men justly are rewarded,  
Contemned and scorned like hell hounds, unregarded.  
For Poetry (if it be used aright)  
Sets forth our Maker's mercy, and his might:  
For though (through ignorance) it hath some foes,  
God may be praised in Verse as well as prose.  
Poets in Comedies are fit for Kings,  
To show (them Metaphorical) such things  
As is convenient they should know and hear,  
Which none but Poets dare to speak for fear.  
A Poet's borne a Poet, and his trade  
Is still to make: but Orators are made:  
All Arts are taught and learned, we daily see,  
But taught a Poet, never yet could be.  
And as the Tree is by the fruit well known,  
So by his writing is a Poet shown;  
If he be well disposed, he'll well indite,  
If ill inclined, he vicsously will write.  
And be he good or bad, in his condition.  
His Lines will show his inward disposition.  
And to conclude this point and make an end,  
The best amongst them hath much need to mend.  
I have a tongue, and could both swear and lie,  
(If to such customs, I would it apply)  
But often swearing now and then for swears,  
And lying, a man's credit quite out wears;  
I'll trust an arrant Thief to keep my purse,  
As soon as one that love's to swear and curse:  
For can it be that he that takes a use,  
And custom, God in swearing to abuse,  
Can it be thought he will make Conscience then,  
To play the false dissembling Knave with men?  
Nor can my supposition ever dream,  
That he who dares his Maker's name blasphome,  
But that if Time would but occasions bring,  
He would betray his Country, and his King.  
For 'tis a Maxim, (no man can convince)  
The man that fears not God, love's not his Prince.  
And he that cares not for his soul, I think,  
Respects not, if his Country swim or sink.  
To lying I bear such a hate, that I  
Will never (wittingly) affirm a lie:  
I will not say, but I a lie may say,  
But I will not affirm it any way:  
'tis the maintaining falsehoods to be true,  
To whom a liars odious name is due.  
That all untruths are falsehoods, none denies,  
But sure all falsehoods cannot be called lies.  
For Esop's fables, Ovid's, artlike fictions,  
(Although they are against truth mere contradictions,  
Of humane transformations from their kind,  
Of disputations 'twixt the Sun, and wind.  
Of fowls, and beasts, and rivers, trees, and stones,  
To tell each other of their joys or moans,  
Of men transformed to dogs, bears, bulls, swine, ape●  
Which shows that treasons, murders, incests, ●●●  
Turn men into worse forms then beastly crea●●  
When reason's dispossessed by brutish natures.  
A fiction, fable, or a harmless jest  
I tolerate, but lies I do detest.  
Th'Egyptians had a Law, that every liar  
Should straightway be beheaded, for their hire.  
But if that Law wère executed here,  
Few Pettifoggers would be found I fear.  
The very Court would forfeit now and than,  
Many a complementing Gentleman.  
But sure the City were the greatest share,  
Where lying buys and sells a world of ware;  
The Country sometimes would a head allow,  
In selling Corn, a Horse, a Sow, a Cow:  
And then a headsman would get store of pelse,  
If he could but refrain to lie himself.  
I have a memory like (as I do find)  
A wallet, ●alfe before, and half behind.  
In the forepart my neighbour's faults I put,  
Behind (quite from my sight) mine own are sh●●  
Thus partiality runs like a stream.  
To spy a Mout and not to see a Beam.  
But when as reason memory collects,  
T'examine my own impotent defects,  
Then doth it unto me such things record,  
As make me (almost) of myself abhorred.  
It tells me, I was in corruption borne,  
And to corruption that I shall return.  
It tells me, that betwixt my birth and this,  
I have done thousand thousand things amiss:  
It bids me to remember what I am,  
To what place I must go, and whence I came,  
And with those thoughts, when as my mind is hie,  
I am dejected through humility.  
And this all Great men well remember may,  
They are but Honourable clods of clay:  
Or Reverend Right Worshipful grave dust,  
And (whence they came) again they thither ●●●  
I say, if foolish females, with fair features,  
Would but remember they were mortal Cre●●●,  
And that as their good Grandams died before,  
Even so must they, and must be seen no more,  
And all their gaudy glory be forgot,  
Whilst they shall lie, consume, and s●inke, and ●ot:  
If these things they would to remembrance call,  
Their honeyed pleasures would be mixed with Gall,  
And all and every one their course would bend,  
Within themselves, what is amiss to mend.  
The memory, unto the soul is food.  
That thinks, & says, & doth the thing that's good  
I have a heart doth like a Monarch reign.  
Who in any Microcosine doth laws ordain:  
●ffections, Senses, Passions, Subjects, Slaves,  
●ome like good Courtiers, some like flattering knaves  
With show of Virtue, hiding of their Vice,  
They bring their Lord t'a foolish Paradise;  
For when the heart thinks swearing an abuse,  
Then Anger says it is a manly use,  
And when to quaff, the mind hath no intent,  
●ffection says, 'tis honest merriment,  
The mind calls Lechery abomination,  
●ence says, 'tis Gentleman like recreation,  
The mind holds Covetousness worse than theft,  
●ence calls it Husbandry, and frugal thrift,  
Reason delights in liberality,  
●ence counsels it to prodigality.  
●nd thus these vassals do their King misled,  
● Whilst Reason seems to be asleep or dead.)  
●nd thus this little Kingdom man doth fade,  
With hearing Traitors, when they do persuade.  
● have experience, by the which I find,  
●hat some, though poor in purse, are rich in mind:  
●nd they that have of wealth the greatest store,  
●re, in content, most miserable poor:  
There's many a Mammonist doth houses keep,  
With lofty Turrets, and with Sellers deep;  
With a most slately porch, and spacious hall  
●nd kitchen, lesser than a Cobbler's stall,  
●here (in two days) a poor halfe rack of Mutton  
proclaims the Master of the house no Glutton,  
Where soule-bewitching gold in bondage is,  
● As may the keepers be, in hell's abyss.)  
●here waking thoughts keep still the mind oppressed,  
And frightful dreams make rest, to be unrest,  
●nd whereas fears by night, and doubts by day  
●riue happiness, and sweet content away,  
Much better their is my estate than theirs.  
● have content, and they the golden cares:  
● can feed well at home, and sound sleep,  
And what I have, not care to lose or keep.  
● have consideration, to perceive  
●hat's best for me to take, and what to leave:  
●hen I consider, pleasures past and gone,  
●oth add affliction, to affliction,  
●hough he that's low can very hardly rise,  
●et he that's high, oft falls to miseries  
He that is down, his fear's already past,  
whilst he that's up, may have a slippery cast,  
● do consider, that I oft did crave,  
●hings both from God and men, unfit to have:  
And many times, through inconsiderate wit,  
Gifts, givers and receivers are unfit.  
He is a liberal man, that doth deny.  
●hat which will do the askers injury;  
●here is a bounty, which I will reveal,  
That he ne'er gives in vain, that gives in zéale:  
As prodigality brings want and woes,  
●o liberality makes friends of foes.  
'tis better for a man his purse to hold.  
Then give, to make a beggar proud, or bold.  
True bounty is (on earth) a special grace,  
And hath in heaven prepared a glorious place.  
For as the Sun unto the moon gives light.  
Which light she gives again to us by night:  
So God doth give his gifts to liberal men.  
Which they (to men that want) do give again.  
But he that gives, should straight forget it quite,  
What they that take, in memory should write.  
And I accept alike, great gifts, and small,  
Only to me the giver's mind is all.  
'tis a base bounty when a man relieves  
These prostituted Whores, or Knaves, or Thecues:  
For still the Devil is bountiful to those,  
That unto Virtue, are inveterate foes.  
But many hold it for a generous part,  
To give a man that's drunk, the other quart:  
And in a humour (to have Drawers trouble)  
Throw pottle Pots down stairs, to come up double;  
When straight upon their knees, they all accord,  
To drink a health to some unworthy Lord:  
Some fusty Madam, or some carpet Knight,  
Till they can neither speak, or stand upright.  
Then being all abominable drunk,  
A Gallant drinks a health unto his Punk:  
The which withal Sir Reucrence straight they are  
Injoind to do, upon their knees, all bare.  
If any dare deny to pledge the Drab,  
He's in great danger of a mortal Stab:  
For he accounts it worse than blasphe my,  
That one should there his Mistress health deny,  
Until at last, o'er charged with too much wine,  
They wallow in their vomits, worse than swine.  
Thus many a beastly rude Barbarran,  
Gains little of a liberal Gentleman.  
A worthy spirit, a rare Noble spark,  
True bred, a merry Greek, or man of mark.  
A right mad Trojan, a most excellent blade,  
As bountiful a man as e'er God made.  
Thus many an idle fellow gets a name  
Of Bountiful, through deeds of sin and shame.  
Indeed he's liberal, that spends health and wealth,  
And precious Time, in drinking others health:  
If dropsy Drunkards fall'n to poverty,  
Should beg a Pension of his Majesty,  
And in their humble suits would make it known,  
How drinking of his healths, they lost their own,  
I think, his Highness justly would reliene them,  
And (for Rewards) to each a Halter give them.  
But is't not strange, that man so mad should be,  
Idolatrous, bareheaded on his knee,  
Bow and fall down unto an absent Whore,  
As th'only Saint (or devil) he doth adore?  
But e'er he'll kneel unto his God, to crave  
For mercy, his infected soul to lave:  
Before he'll beg God's pardon for his crimes,  
He swears him o'er and o'ra hundred times,  
And takes it for a Gentlemanlike grace,  
To spit his venom 'gainst his Maker's face,  
And with his Oaths as false, as black is white,  
God damn him, or renounce, or sink him quite:  
Refuse him (or if not refuse) forsake him,  
And now & then swears, Then the Devil take him.  
Thus he in ordinary talk affords,  
Amongst (truth & lies) more oaths than other words;  
These are the bounteous youths I care not for,  
And these I have a heart that doth abhor.  
From a rich knave of worshipful degree,  
I have a mind to spare my cap and knee:  
To a good man that's honest, poor and wise,  
I have a heart that my affection ties.  
Some sixteen times I on the Seas have been,  
In Spain and Germany both out and in,  
At Cales, at Ostend, Prague, and many a where,  
And yet I do thank God, I'm here, I'm here.  
I have a Wife which I was wont to praise,  
But that was in my younger wooing days:  
And though she's neither Shrew, nor Sheep (I vow  
With justice) I cannot dispraise her now.  
She hath an Instrument (that's ever strung,  
To exercise my patience on) her tongue.  
Put past all question, and beyond all doubt,  
she'll ne'er infect my forehead with the Gout.  
A married man (some say) has two days gladness,  
And all his life else, is a lingering sadness;  
The one days mirth is, when he first is married,  
Th'other's, when his wife's to burying carried.  
One I have had, should I the other see,  
It could not be a day of mirth to me.  
For I (as many have) when I did woe,  
Myself (in tying fast) did not undo:  
But I have by my long experience found,  
I had been undone, had I not been bound.  
I have my bonds of marriage long enjoyed,  
And do not wish my obligation void.  
I have a house where I do eat and sleep,  
But bread, nonmeat, or drink in it (I keep.)  
For many Lords, and great men keep good meat,  
But I spend mine, to make good fellows eat.  
And though no Turrets do my house bedeck,  
There one may break his fast, before his neck.  
I have a trade, much like an Alchemist,  
That ofttimes by extraction, if I list,  
With swearing labour at a wooden Oar,  
I'll get the coined refined silver Ore.  
Which I count better than the sharking tricks  
Of cozening Tradesman, or rich Politics,  
Or any proud fool, ne's so proud or wise,  
That doth my needful honest trade despise.  
I have some troubles, by the which I know  
How flattering friends do ebb, and foes do flow:  
Prosperity increaseth friendship much,  
But adverse Fortune tries them with the touch,  
By troubles and by crosses I gain wit,  
When daily pleasures do diminish it.  
Thus (by his power that All-sufficient is)  
I have had time and power to write all this:  
And I have hope that He the time will grant,  
That I may tell of some things that I want.  
The Motto of I have is large and wide,  
Which largely here, I could have amplifide,  
For I have joy, and Love, and Comforts here,  
And I have folly, sorrow, doubt and fcare;  
I have (in part) my frailty here revealed,  
I have some Vices which I have concealed.  
I have done as I have, then if I have  
But pleased my friends, I have gained what I crane,  
Yet my, I have, as great is every jot,  
And as small too as any man's have not.    

Et Careo, I want.  

STrange is the penance of my humble Muse,  
That must tell what I want without excuse.  
What man (without much torture) would confess  
His want, his beggary, and guiltiness;  
But that the World would think him to be mad,  
Or that he very small discretion had?  
Yet (at this time) it is my fatal lot,  
To tell I want, what other men want not.  
And therefore to declare my wants most plain,  
I want a bragging or a boasting vain;  
In words or writing, any ways to frame,  
To make myself seem better than I am.  
I want fair virtue to direct my course.  
And stand against the shock of vices force;  
And (of myself) I no way can resist,  
Against Hell, the World, the Flesh, or Antichrist:  
For ought I know, I want a courage stout,  
Afflictions and temptations to keep out:  
And I do fear, should time of trial come,  
My constancy would bide no Martyrdom.  
But to help what I want, I want despair,  
And hope supplies my want in all my care:  
And as I want that boldfaced impudence,  
As may give just occasion of offence:  
So do I want base flattery with my pen,  
To soothe myself, or to tax other men.  
I do want goodness, for I clearly see,  
All good I do or say, is not from me.  
And amongst all the benefits I crave,  
Goodness I want, and goodness I would have.  
A man may seem too just, too full of wit,  
But to be too good, never man was yet.  
He that is great, is not made good thereby,  
But he that's good, is great continually.  
Thus great and good together's rare and scant,  
Whilst I no greatness have, all goodness want.  
I do want wit t'invent, conceive and write,  
To move myself or others to delight:  
But what a good wit is, I partly know,  
Which (as I can) I will define and show.  
Wit is the offspring of a working brain,  
That will be labouring, though it be in vain:  
'Tis called the Mother wit, by which I find,  
She's of the bearing, breeding, femall-kinde.  
And some have of their mother's wit such store,  
That in their father's wisdom they are poor.  
A good wit is a virtue that excels,  
And is the house where understanding dwells:  
With whom the mind, and memory, and sense,  
And reason, keep continual residence:  
For why, if Reason chance to be away,  
Wit (like a Colt) breaks lose and runs astray.  
There's many that have got their wealth by wit:  
But never wealth had power to purchase it.  
Rich fools, and witty beggars every where,  
Are the third part of Mankind very near,  
And little friendship doth blind Fortune grant  
To me; for wit and money both, I want.  
Yet for mine ears price I could undertake  
To buy as much as would a Libel make:  
Or I could have as much, as fits these times  
With worthless jests, or beastly scurity Rhymes:  
To serve some Lord, and be a man of note,  
Or wear a guarded unregarded Coat.  
Wit for a fool I think enough I have;  
But I want wit to play the crafty knave:  
And then the Proverb I should finely fit,  
In playing of the fool, for want of wit.  
To Archie (at the Court) I'll make a jaunt,  
For he can teach me any thing I want,  
And he will teach me for a slender fee,  
A foolish knave, or knavish fool to be.  
Garrt grows old and honest, and withal,  
His skill in knavish fooling is but small:  
The Knight o'th' Sun can caper, dance and leap,  
And make a man small sport exceeding cheap.  
In the old ' time, a wise man was a fool,  
That had compared himself with great Otoole.  
But his good days are past, he's down the wind,  
In both his eyes and understanding blind.  
But holla, holla, Muse, come back again,  
I was half ranisht with a fooling vain:  
And, if I had gone forward with full speed,  
I'd played the fool for want of wit indeed.  
As Frogs in muddy ditches use to breed,  
So there's a wit that doth from Wine proceed:  
And some do whet their wit so much thereon,  
Till all the sharpness and the steel is gone;  
With nothing left but back, the edge gone quite,  
Like an old Cat, can neither scratch nor bite,  
The wit I want, I have, yet yields no profit,  
Because a fool hath still the keeping of it.  
Which had it in a Wiseman's head been planted,  
I should not now want, what I long have wanted;  
I want that undermining policy;  
To purchase wealth with soul dishonesty:  
And I do want, and still shall want, I hope,  
Such actions as may well deserve a Rope.  
I want a mind, bad company to haunt,  
Which if I do, it seems I foresight want,  
I want a Kingdom, and a Crown to wear,  
And with that want, I want a world of care:  
But might I be a King, I would refuse it,  
Because I do want wisdom how to use it.  
When an unworthy man obtains the same,  
He's raised to high preferment for his shame:  
For why, the office of a King is such,  
And of such reverence as I dare not touch:  
Like to the Thunder, is his voice expressed,  
His, Majesty, as Lightniug from the East,  
And though he want the art of making breath,  
he's like a Demy-God, of life and death.  
And as Kings (before God) are all but men,  
So before men, they all are gods again.  
he's a good King, whose virtues are approved,  
Feared for his justice, for his mercy loud:  
Who patterns all his Royal dignity,  
By the just rule of Heaven's high Majesty.  
Who can distribute (to good men's content)  
Reward for virtue, vices punishment,  
Who love's a poor man's goodness, and doth hate  
All soul corruption in a man of State,  
Combined in love with Princes near and fare,  
Most affable in peace, powerful in war:  
And above all, religious, full of zeal,  
To guard the Church, & guide the Commonweal.  
And though such Kings as this, have seldom been,  
Yet such a King as this I oft have seen.  
And as I want a Regal power and fame,  
I want Revenues to maintain the same:  
I think a King that's made of 
* I should believe all were Gold that glisters.  Gingerbread,  
His Subjects would obey him with more dread:  
And any knave that could but kiss his Claw,  
And make a leg, would make me but jack-daw.  
And as the Swallow all the Summer stays,  
And when the winter comes, he flies his ways:  
So flatterers would adore my happiness,  
And take their flight, and leave me in distress,  
To praise my vices, all the swarm of them  
Would stock, and all my virtues would condemn.  
Much worse than Ravens is their flattery,  
For Ravens eat not menuntill they die:  
But so a flattering knave may get and thrive,  
He daily will devour a man alive.  
Besides, the body only feeds the Fowl:  
But flattery oft consumes both body and soul.  
For like to trencher-Flies they ever prove,  
Who still wait more for lucre then for love.  
Thus, though I want a Kingly power Royal,  
'Tis against my will, to want will to be loyal.  
And if that any King alive there be  
That willingly would change estates with me,  
I in my bargain should have gold for brass,  
And he would be accounted but an Ass.  
For any King's estate, be't ne'er so bad,  
To change it with john Taylor, were stark mad.  
A King of Clubs keeps subjects in more awe:  
For he commands his Knave (except at Maw)  
A King of Spades hath more wit in his pate,  
To delve into the secrets of his state:  
The King of Diamonds is too rich and wise,  
To change his pleasures for my miseries.  
And for the King of Hearts, he's so beloved,  
That to exchange with me, he'll ne'er be moved.  
For I am full of fears and dangerous doubts,  
And poorer fare than is a King of Clouts:  
I therefore will a Subject still remain,  
And learn to serve, that am unfit to reign.  
I want ten millions of good coined gold,  
And with that want, want troubles manifold;  
But if I had so much, what man can tell,  
But that I should want grace to use it well?  
Within the walls and skirts of Treynonant,  
Many that have most goods, most goodness want:  
For Charity and Riches seldom can  
Have both possession in a wealthy man.  
Fools that are rich with multitudes of Pieces,  
Are like poor simple sheep with golden fleeces:  
A knave, that for his wealth doth worship get,  
Is like the Devil that's a cockhorse set.  
For money hath this nature in it still,  
Slave to the goodman, master to the ill.  
The Covetons amidst his store is poor,  
The mind content is rich and seeks no more.  
Who covers most, hath least, who covets least,  
Hath most; for why, sufficient is a feast.  
Wealth unto mischiefs might my mind enchant,  
And therefore's is much good for me I want.  
I want a Son and Heir, and I perceive,  
That he no portion could from me receive;  
Unless I could bequeath him Poetry,  
To add more poverty to poverty.  
But as I do want Children, I want care,  
And jealousy, in which some Fathers are:  
For many of them rake and toil (Go●●ot)  
To gather wealth for Heirs they ne'er begot:  
And run to Hell (through mischiefs) greedily.  
For other men's misgotten Bastardy.  
The greatest females underneath the sky,  
Are but frail vessels of mortality:  
And if that Grace and Virtue be away,  
There's Honour's shame, and Chastity's decay.  
For, if inconstancy doth keep the door,  
Lust enters, and my Lady prones a Whore:  
And so a Bastard to the World may come,  
Perhaps begotten by some stable Groom;  
Whom the fork-headed, her cornuted Knight  
May play and dandle with with great delight,  
And thus by one base misbegotten son,  
Gentility in a wrong line may run:  
And thus soul lust to worship may prefer  
The mongrel Issue of a Fruterer,  
Or yeoman of the Bottles it may be:  
Or some unmannerd rascal worse than he,  
And though the Stripling up in years doth grow,  
He shall want wit his father how to know:  
But he shall know one that will father him,  
And with good bringing up maintain him trim:  
And love's him with affection, as he were  
His own most natural 
* In my English Latin Richard Swary, I find or coined this worthy word. The Heralds of this Office dwell at N●●●●●  Primogeniter.  
The old Knight dies and freely gives him all,  
And he being grown a Gallant fair and tall,  
If with his cursed wealth he purchase can,  
To wed the Daughter of some Nobleman,  
And being thus enaebled much thereby,  
Through his Alliance with Nobility;  
He may in time possess an honoured state,  
Which God doth curse, and all good people hate:  
Then shall be searched, it possible it be,  
Before Canis birth, to find his Pedigree:  
Then is some famous coat of Arms contrived,  
From many worthy families derived.  
And thus may Lust & Wealth raise many a Clown,  
To Reputation, and to high Renown.  
Thus many good men are deceived (perhaps)  
In bowing of their knees, and dossing Caps,  
And courteously commit Idolatry,  
To a proud branch of Lust and Lechery.  
For my part, I want means to gull men so,  
I may be gulled with others goodly show.  
If any find my Children meat or cloth,  
I got them in my sleep, I'll take mine oath,  
I cannot be deceived in my Heirs,  
As some that are my betters may in theirs,  
And as no Bastards my free mind perplex,  
So I want jealousies, which some men vex.  
Should thousands such as Hercules combine,  
T'inspire with jealousy this breast of mine,  
Nor all the Goatish soul luxurious brood,  
Can not possess me with that frantic mood,  
She that I have, I know her continence,  
And she as well doth know my confidence;  
And yet, for ought you know, both she and I  
May want both honesty and jealousy:  
Though of ourselves our knowledge is but small;  
Yet somewhat we do know, and God knows all.  
The man whose wife will be a whore indeed,  
His jealousy stands but in little steed:  
Nor can holts, locks, or walls of brass suffice  
Br●● hundred hands, nor Argos eyes;  
Not all the wit in man or Devil's pate,  
Can alter any man's allotted fate:  
For if a Woman be to lewdness given,  
And is not guided with the grace of Heaven;  
She will find opportunity and time,  
Inspite of watch or ward, to do the Crime:  
But if she be with heavenly blessings graced,  
As outward beautiful, and inward chaste;  
Then may soul jealousy and false suspicion,  
Against her nature alter her condition,  
From good to bad, from bad to naught, and worse,  
And turn her virtues to a vicious course.  
For nothing can an honest mind infect,  
So soon as jealousy and false suspect;  
And this soul Fury many times hath wrought,  
To make the bad worse, and the good stark naught:  
But never yet by it (as I could hear)  
The good or bad, one jot the better were:  
And therefore be my wife, or good, or ill,  
I jealousy do want, and want it will.  
I want dissimulation to appear,  
A friend to those to whom I hatred bear:  
I want the knowledge of the thriving Art,  
A holy outside, and a hollow heart:  
Put as I am the, same I'll ever seem,  
Not worse, or better, in mine own esteem,  
For what attire soe'er my corpse doth hide,  
Or whether I do go on foot or ride:  
Or were I with the King's high favour graced,  
Or at a great Lords board, at dinner placed,  
And should I have all this, I were no more  
But a poor Waterman, that at his Oar  
Doth (for a living) labour, tug, and pull  
And carries both the Gallant and the Gull.  
However others do esteem of me,  
Yet as I am, I know myself to be.  
If I do chance to be in company,  
Well welcomed, amongst true Gentility,  
I know, in them it is a courteous part,  
And that me it can be no desert,  
I want that high esteemed excellence  
Of sustian or Mockado Eloquence,  
To flourish o'er or bombast out my style,  
To make such, as not under stand me, smile;  
Yet i with Nonsense could contingerate,  
With Catophiscoes' Terragrophicate,  
And make myself admired immediately,  
Of such as understand no more then I.  
Besides, I want the knowledge and the skill,  
How these my lines may paste now well or ill:  
For as a learned Poet lately writ  
With a comparison, comparing fit  
men's writings and inventions like to Cheese,  
Which with some stomaches very well agrees:  
Some love it, and some cannot well digest it,  
Some ear not for it, and some quite dearest it;  
And so my lines to sundry hands may come,  
Some pleasing, and displeasing unto some:  
One likes it well, and very well commends it,  
A second swears 'tis naught, and madly rends it,  
A third cries mew, and serves his jaws awry,  
And in a scornful humour lays it by:  
Thus some like all, some somewhat, & some nothing,  
And one man's liking is another's loathing.  
I want hope to please all men where I come,  
I want despair, and hope I shall please some;  
I want ingratitude to friends, I want  
A willing mind, (what's written) to recant:  
I want against any man peculiar spite,  
I want a self-love unto what I writ:  
I want some friends that would my want supply,  
I want some foes that would my patience try.  
If all things that I want, I here should tell,  
To a large volume than my book would swell;  
For though myself my wants do boldly bear,  
My wants of such great weight and number are,  
That sure the burden of the things I want,  
Would break the back of any Elephant.    

Et Curo, I Care.  

ICare to think upon the Theme I writ,  
For Care is careful, yielding no delight:  
And though Care flows like a continual stream,  
Yet Care is but a very barren Theme.  
Upon I care was, my swift Muse could jog,  
Like to an Irish Lackey o'er a bog;  
But my poor wit must work upon I care,  
Which is a subject (like my wit) most bare.   

I care to keep my wife in that degree,  
As that she always might my equal be:  
And I do care, and at all time's endeavour,  
That she to have the mastership shall never.   

I Care, and so must all that mortal are;  
For from our births, unto out graves, our care  
Attends on us, in number like our sins,  
And sticks unto us close, as do our skins;  
For the true Anagram of 
* Learned Latin Lads tell me, that Curo comes near curse  Care is Race,  
Which shows, that whilst we on the earth have place,  
So many miseries do us ensnare,  
That all our life is but a Race of Care;  
And when I call my life unto account,  
To such great numbers do my Cares amount  
That Cares on Cares my mind so much do lad,  
As i of (nothing else but) Cares were made.  
When I conceive I am besieged round  
With enemies, that would my soul confound,  
As is the Flesh, the World and ghostly Fiends,  
How (sen'rally) their force and flattery bends,  
To drive me to presumption or despare,  
Tavoid temptations I am full of care.  
When (consider what my God hath done  
For me, and how his grace I daily shun:  
And how my sins (for aught I know) are more  
Than Stars in sky, or Sands upon the shore,  
Or withered leaves that Autumn tumbles down,  
And that sin's leprosy hath overgrown  
My miserable self from head to heel,  
Then hopeful fears, and fearful cares I feel.  
When I do see a man that conscience makes  
Of what he speaks, or doth, or undertakes;  
That neither will dissemble, lie, or swear,  
To have the love of such a man I care.  
I care, when i do see a Prodigal  
(On whom a fair estate did lately fall)  
When as is spent his credit and his chink,  
And he quite wasted to a snusse, doth stink,  
Who in the Spring, or Summer of his Pride,  
Was worshipped, honoured, almost deisied:  
And (whilst the golden Angels did attend him)  
What swarms of friends, and kindred did befriend him,  
Persuading him, that give, & spend & lend,  
Were virtues which on Gentry do depend?  
When such a fellow fall'n to misery,  
I see forsaken and in beggary,  
Then for some worthy friends of mine I care,  
That they by such examples would beware,  
A fool is he who gives (himself t'impair)  
And wise is he who gives what he may spare:  
But those that have too much, and nothing give,  
Are slaves of Hell, and pity 'tis they live.  
But as the prodigal doth vainly spend,  
As though his ill sprung wellspring, ne'er would end,  
Yet in his poverty he's better much,  
Then a hardhearted miserable Clutch,  
Because the Prodigal lets money fly,  
That many people gain and get thereby.  
A prodigal's a Commonwealths man still,  
To have his wealth all common, 'tis his will,  
And when he wants, he wants what he hath not,  
But miser's want what they both have, and got.  
For though man from the teat hath weaned been,  
Yet still our infancy we all are in,  
And from our birth, till death our lives doth smother,  
All men do live by sucking one another.  
A King with Clemency and Royalty,  
Doth suck his Subject's love and loyalty:  
But as the Sea sucks in the River's goods,  
And Rivers back again, suck in the floods,  
So good Kings, and true Subjects, always prove  
To suck from each, protection, fear, and love.  
All Clients whatsoever are Lawyers nurses,  
And many times they do suck dry their purses:  
But though the Lawyer seems in wealth to swim,  
Yet many great occasions do suck him.  
The Prodigals estate, like to a flux,  
The Mercer, Draper, and the Silkman sucks:  
The Tailor, Milliner, Dogs, Drabs and Dice,  
Trey-trip, or Passage, or The most at thrice;  
At Irish, Tick-tack, Doublets, Draughts or Chess,  
He flings his money free with carelessness:  
At Nowm Mumchance, mischance, (choose ye which)  
At One and thirty, or at Poor and rich,  
Russee, slam, Trump, noddy, whisk, hole, Sant, Newcut  
Unto the keeping of four Knaves he'll put  
His whole estate, at Loadum, or at Gleek,  
At Tickle-me quickly, he's a merry Greek,  
At Primesisto, Post and pair, Primero,  
Maw, Whip-her-ginny, he's alib tall Hero;  
At My-sow-pigged: and (Reader never doubt ye,  
He's skilled in all games, except) Look about ye.  
Bowls, shove-groate, tennis, no game comes a mist,  
His purse a nurse for any body is;  
Caroches, Coaches, and Tobacconists,  
All sorts of people freely from his fists,  
His vain expenses daily suck and soak,  
And he himself sucks only drink and smoke:  
And thus the Prodigal, himself alone,  
Gives suck to thousands, and himself sucks none.  
But for the miser, he is such an evil,  
He sucks all, yet gives none suck but the Devil:  
And both of them such cursed members are,  
That to be neither of them both I care.  
Thus young, old, all estates, men, maids, & wives,  
Do suck from one another, all their lives;  
And we are never weaned from sucking thus,  
Until we die, and then the worms suck us.   

I care when I want money, where to borrow,  
And when I have it, then gins new sorrow:  
For the right Anagram of woe is owe.  
And he's in woe that is in debt I know:  
For as I cared before to come in debt,  
So being in, my care is out to get.  
Thus being in or out, or out or in,  
Where one care ends, another doth begin.  
I care to keep me from the Sergeant's mace,  
Or from a barbarous Bailiffs rough embrace:  
Or from a Marshal's man that mercy lacks,  
That life's a cursed life by poor men's wracks,  
From Sericants that are Saracens by kind,  
From Bailiffs that are worse than Bears is mind:  
And from a Marshal's monsters trap or snare,  
To keep me from such knaves as those I care,  
A Pander (Hostler-like) that walks a whore,  
And for a fee, securely keeps the door,  
A Punk that will with any body do,  
And give the pox in to the bargain too:  
A rotten stinking Bawd, that for her crimes,  
Seewd in a sweat hath been some fifteen times,  
A Drunkard, that delights to curse and swear,  
To shun such company as those I care.  
I care to please and serve my Masters will,  
And he with care commands not what is ill.  
I care to have them hanged that careless be,  
Or false unto so good a Lord as he.  
I care for all Religions that are hurled  
And scatter do'r the universal world:  
I care to keep that which is sound and sure,  
Which ever and for ever shall endure.  
I care t'avoid all Sects and errors foul,  
That to confusion have drawn many a soul.  
For be a man, a Heathen, Turk or jew,  
With Care his miserable state I rue,  
That he should have sense, reason, life and limb,  
Yet will not know That God that gave them him,  
And can a Christian think upon these things,  
But it his heart with care and pity wrings;  
That three parts of the world, the grace, doth shun  
Of their Creator, and his saving Son?  
And as the Christians few in number be,  
Yet how they in Religions disagree,  
King's subjects, parents, children much divided,  
By hell misguided, and by Turks derided,  
And can a Christian think how these things are,  
But that his heart must be possessed with Care?  
I would all Princes that do Christ profess,  
And hope through him for endless happiness,  
Their quarrels to each other to lay by,  
And join against the common Enemy,  
Who like a tempest oftentimes hath come,  
Advancing Mahomet in Christendom.  
If Christian Kings this way would all prepare.  
For such a glorious war as this I care.  
And here (for mirth's sake) some few lines are made  
In the behalf of me, and of my trade:  
But honest Reader, be not angry though  
They look 
* Some six or eight lines are old of mine own, but I have much razed them.  like verses I wrote long ago,  
But they by many men were never seen,  
And therefore fit to publish them I ween.  
I that in quiet in the days of yore,  
Did get my living at the healthful Oar.  
And with content did live, and sweat and row,  
Where like the tide, my purse did ebb and flow,  
My fare was good, I thank my bounteous Fares,  
And pleasure made me careless of my cares.  
The watery Element most plentiful,  
Supplied me daily with the Oar and Scull,  
And what the water yielded, I with mirth,  
Did spend upon the Element of earth,  
Until at last a strange Poetic vein,  
As strange a way possessed my working brain:  
It chanced one evening, on a Reedy bank,  
The Muses sat together in a rank:  
Whilst in my boat I did by water wander,  
Repeating lines of Hero and Leander,  
The Triple three took great delight in that,  
Called me a shore, and caused me sit and chat,  
And in the end, when all our talk was done,  
They gave to me a draught of Helicon,  
Which proved to me a blessing and a curse,  
To fill my pate with verse, and empt my purse.  
By their poor gift I have experience found,  
What's fit to be reproved, and what renowned:  
And that a Waterman a member is,  
Which neither King nor Commonwealth can miss,  
Yet we could well miss some that are too bad,  
If better in their rooms were to be had:  
But though abundance of them I could spare,  
'tis only for the honest trade I care.  
Some say we carry whores and thiefs. 'tis true,  
I'll carry those that said so, for my due:  
Our boats like hackney horses, every day,  
Will carry honest men and knaves, for pay:  
We have examples for it most divine,  

* Shall God's gifts be common to good and bad, and our boats be private only to the good.  The Sun upon both good and bad doth shine,  
Upon the dunghill and upon the Rose:  
Upon God's servants and upon his foes:  
The wind, the rain, the earth, all creatures still,  
Indifferently do serve both good and ill.  
All tradesmen sell their ware continually,  
To whores, or knaves, or any that will buy.  
They ne'er examine people what they are:  
No more can we, when we transport a Fare.   

Sapph a Poetresse, a Lady famed,  
Did wed a Waterman was Phaon named:  
Egypt Kings (with Oars) as histories do show,  
King Edgar to's Parliament did row.  
And when the waters all the world o'r-ran,  
Old Noab was the only Waterman.   

I care what quantity of this same stuff  
I writ: I may do much, or not enough:  
To end it therefore I will have a Care,  
And show the Waterman's briese 
* The character of a Waterman.  Character.  
First, though he be not of the female kind,  
Yet he's most like unto a Whore, I find:  
For both, the more unready that they be,  
Both are most ready for their trade, we see:  
The Watermen in shirts, and Whores in smocks,  
Both ship and fall to work, t'increase their stocks.  
Besides, a Waterman is much ingrateful,  
(And yet is his ingratitude not hateful)  
For under God) the River 
* Thames a Waterman's best friend, whom he delights to cross.  Thamesis,  
His chiefest friend, and best maintainer is,  
It feeds and fills him, gives him daily treasure,  
And he (to cross that Friend) takes pains with pleasure.  
Mine own unkindness I have oft expressed,  
For when I crossed it most, it pleased me best.  
And as an Hypocrite speaks fairest when  
He most deceives, so we poor Watermen,  
Go backward when we do go forward still,  
And forward, we go backward with good will.  
Thus looking one way, and another rowing,  
With forward backward, backward forward going,  
To get my living I have thought it meet,  
Much like a Weaver with both hand and feet,  
Or like a Ropemaker, I in my trade  
Have many hundred times run retrograde;  
But though the Ropemaker do backward go,  
Yet is his work before his face, we know;  
And all the voyages I undertake,  
My business still hath been behind my back.  
But (in a word) let things be as they are,  
Those whom I carry, to land safe, Leer.   

When I do stand my labour to apply,  
I neither use to call, or yell, or cry,  
Or thrust, or shove, or rake, or hale, or pull  
The Gentleman, or Gentlemanlike Gull,  
A maid, a wife, a widow, or a trull.  
Be he the greatest swearer on the earth,  
Or the most dangerous thief the●e'r had birth,  
Be he or they as bad, or worse, or worst,  
Then any that of God or man are cursed:  
Yet (if it be their lots to be my sare)  
To carry them and land them well I care.  
For why? should I through careless negligence,  
Drown but a Rascal by improvidence,  
In me it were an action most untrue,  
For robbing of the hangman of his due,  
And be a velvet villain ne'er so brave,  
A silver, silken, or a satin slave:  
And that I know, and do esteem him so,  
Yet with great care his Rogueship will I row,  
Because I would not wrong the courteous River,  
With the base corpse of such a wicked liver;  
I have a care to look about me round,  
That he may live and hang, and not be drowned.  
I take great care how I might Cares avoid,  
And to that end I have my Cares employed;  
For long ago I do remember that  
There was a Proverb, Care will kill a Cat.  
And it is said, a Cat's a wondrous beast.  
And that she hath in her nine lives at least,  
And sure if any Cat this care could shun,  
It was the famous Cat of Whittington,  
For whom was given a ship rich fraught with ware  
And for a lucky Puss like that, I care.  
But if Care of such potent power be,  
To kill nine lives, it may kill one in me;  
And therefore it behoves me to beware,  
That though I care not to be killed with care,  
I care, and in my care take great delight,  
(When by a Watch I do pass late at night)  
Such answers to the Constable to shape,  
As by good words I may the Counter escape.    

My serious Cares and Considerations.  

'tIs said, the age of man is seventy years,  
If eighty, it is full of grief and Cares,  
And if we of our time account should keep,  
How half our lives we do consume in sleep,  
And for the waking half, account that too,  
How little service to our God we do:  
For till seven years be past and gone away,  
We are uncapable to do or pray.  
Our 
* Strange Eloquence.  Adolescency till our manly growth,  
We waste in vanity and tricks of youth,  
And as We travel to our iournyes end,  
The more we live, the more we do offend.  
In sixty years three thousand Sabbaths be,  
Which are some eight years in account we see:  
But of those Sundays let us think again.  
How little service God hath had of men,  
And to the holiest man it will appear,  
About one hundred hours in a year.  
And so in threescore years God hath not one,  
Wherein his service we attend upon.  
And if that (less than one) t'account were brought,  
How many a nap, and many a wavering thought,  
And wand'ring fancies do us round beset,  
(That many times the text we do forget?)  
Think but of this, and then the year before  
Must be abated half, or some what more.  
Thus many a Christian sixty years hath trod  
The earth, and not six months hath seemed his God.  
When we our lives unequally thus share,  
In thinking of it, I am full of care.   

I care in all my actions so to live,  
That no occasion of offence I give  
To any man, with either pen or tongue,  
In name, or same, or goods, to do them wrong,  
For he's the greatest murderer alive,  
That doth a man of his good name deprive  
With base calumnious slanders and false liess  
'tis the worst villainy of villainies,  
To blast a good man's name with scandals breath,  
Makes his dishonour long furuive his death:  
For Infamie's a colour died in grain,  
Which scarceblivion can wash out again.  
As nothing's dearer than a man's good name,  
So nothing wounds more deeper than desame,  
Nature gave man a pair of ears and eyes,  
And but one tongue, which certainly implies,  
That though our sight and hearing still is free,  
●● must we not speak all we hear or see,  
Then he's a Viper that doth lies, invent,  
To work thereby another's detriment:  
'tis sin to slander a notorious Knave;  
But sin and shame a good man to deprave;  
Thus good or bad, or whatsoever they are,  
To do to neither of them wrong, I care.   

I care to get good Books, and I take heed,  
And care what I do either write or read:  
Though some through ignorance; & some through spite,  
●● said that I can neither read nor write.  
●● though my lines no Scholership proclaim,  
●● I at learning have a kind of aim.  
And I have gathered much good observations,  
From many humane and divine translations.  
● was well entered (forty Winters since)  
●● fare as possum in my Accidence;  
And reading but from possum to posset,  
There I was mired, and could no further get:  
Which when I think upon (with mind dejected)  
●● care to think how learning I neglected.   

The poet 
* Part of the Books of ●●ry that I have read.  Quid, (or Ovid if you will)  
Being in English, much hath helped my skill:  
And Homer too, and Virgil I have seen,  
And reading them, I have much bettered been.  
●●frey of Bulloyne, well by Fairfax done,  
●●● that much love hath rightly won:  
Did Chaucer, Sidney, Spencer, Daniel, Nash,  
●●dip'd my finger where they used to wash.  
As I have read these Poets, I have noted, 
* Books that I have read of Poesy.   
Much good, which in my memory is quoted.  
Of Histories I have perused some store,  
As no man of my function hath done more.  
The Golden legend, I did over toss,  
And found the Gold mixed with a deal of dross.  
●● have read Plutarch's Morals and his Lives,  
And like a Bee, sucked Honey from those Hives.  
●sepbus of the jews Knowles of the Turks,  
Marcus Aurelius, and G●● works:  
●yd Grimstane, Montaigne, and Suetonius  
Agrippa, (whom some call Cornelius)  
Grave ●●● and C●●bden, Purchas, Speed,  
Did Monumentall ●●● and Hollinshead:  
And that sole Book of Books, which God hath given,  
The ●●● Testanic●ts of heaven)  
That I have read, and I with care confess,  
Myself unworthy of such happiness.  
And many more good Books I have with care  
Looked on their goods, and never stole their ware:  
For no book to my hands could ever come,  
If it were but the Treatise of Tom Thumb,  
Or Scoggins jests, or any simple play,  
Or monstrous news came Trundling in my way:  
All these, and ten times more, some good, some bad,  
I have from them much observation had.  
And so with care and study I have writ  
These books, the issue of a barren wit.  
The most of them are verse, but I suppose,  
It is much ease to name them here in prose.   

The names of many of the books that I have written   
First, the  
Sculler.  
Upon Coriat three merry books, called  

Odcombs' complaint,  
Coriats' resurrection, and  
Laugh and be fat.  
The nipping or snipping of Abuses.  
Two mad things against Fenor.  
Tailors Urania.  
The marriage of the Princess.  
An Elegy on Prince Henry.  
Two books of all the Kings of England.  
Three weeks, three days, and three hours' observations in Germany.  
Travels to Scotland.  
Travels to Prague in Bohemia.  
An Englishmans love to Bohemia.  
The Bible in verse.  
The Book of Martyrs in verse.  
The praise of Hempseed.  
A kicksy winsy.  
The great O Toole.  
jacke a Lent.  
The praise of Beggary.  
Tailor's Goose.  
Fair and soul weather.  
The life and death of the Virgin Mary.  
The Whip of Pride.  
And lastly (since the reign of th' Emperor 
* I was much beholding to this Emperor's name to make up the meeter.  OTTO)  
Was never seen the like of TAILOR'S MOTTO.   

All these and some which I have quite forgot,  
With care (as is aforesaid) I have wrote.   

I care how to conclude this careful strain:  
In care I care how to get out again:  
I care for food and lodging, fire and raiment,  
And (what I own) I care to make good payment.  
But most of all I care, and will endeavour  
To live so careful, that I may live ever.   

Thus without wronging any man a jot,  
I show I have what every man hath not●  
My wants are such, that I forgive them free,  
That would but steal the most of them from me.  
My cares are many, as I here express,  
Poor cousin Germans unto carelessness,  
I have a knowledge some men will read this,  
I want the knowledge how their liking is.  
I care in all that I herein have penned,  
To please the good, and show the bad to mend.  
And those that will not thus be satisfied,  
I have a spirit that doth them deride.  
I flattery want, men's like to obtain,  
I care to love those that love me again.  
Thus be men's judgements steady or unsteady  
To like my Book, the care is ta'en already.  
The Proverb says, that haste makes (often) waste,  
Than what is waste, impute it to my haste:  
This Book was written (not that here I bosst)  
Put hours together, in three days at most:  
And give me but my breakfast, I'll maintain,  
To write another e'er I eat again,  
But well or ill, or howsoe'er 'tis penned,  
Liked as you list, and so I make an     
END.   

ODCOMBS' COMPLAINT OR, CORIATS' FUNERAL EPICEDIUM: OR DEATH-SONG, UPON HIS late-reported drowning. With his Epitaph in the Barmuda, and Utopian tongues: And translated into English by JOHN TAYLOR.  

The Author in his own defence.  

IF any where my lines do fall out lame,  
I made them so, in merriment and game:  
For, be they wide, or side, or long, or short,  
All's one to me, I writ them but in sport;  
Yet I would have the Reader thus much know, '  
That when I list my simple skill to show  
In poesy, I could both read and spell:  
I know my Dactyls, and my Spondees well;  
My true proportion, and my equal measure,  
What accent must be short, and what at leisure,  
How to transpose my words from place to place,  
To give my poesy the greater grace,  
Either in Pastoral or Comic strain,  
In Tragedy, or any other vain,  
In nipping Satyrs, or in Epigrams,  
In Odes, in Elegies, or Anagrams,  
In eare-bewitching rare Hexameters,  
Or in Iämbicke, or Pentameters:  
I know these like a Sculler, not a Scholar,  
And therefore Poet, pray assuage your choler,  
If as a thief in writing you envy me,  
Before you judge me, do your worst and try me.    

TO THE MIRROR OF TIME, THE MOST REFULGENT, SPLENDIDIO US REFLECTING COURT Animal, Don Archibald Armstrong: Great M. controller, Commander, and Countermander of mirth, alacrity, sport, and ridiculous confabulations, in this Septentrional, ●●● Western Monarchy of Magna Britania: Your poor and daily Orator, JOHN TAYLOR, wisheth increase of your wisdom, in your own person, and that your eminence and spirit may be infused into the bosoms of most men's heirs, that esteem more of Wealth, then of Wisdom.  
RIght worthy worthless Patron, the days and times being such, wherein wit goes a woolgathering in a threadbare jacket, and folly is well reputed amongst those that seem wise, I, considering this, having but little wit, in a mad humour bade farewell it, and never so much as asked the question, Wit, whither wilt thou? Being certainly persuaded that playing the fool, will repair the ●●reaches which my unhappy wit hath made in the Bulwark of my reputation (as it hath done to many others) wherefore good sir (with) reverence, I hearing that so great a member in your esteemed quality, as M. Thomas Coriat of Odcomb, was drowned in his passage towards Constantinople; and knowing that many good and worthy writers have graced his living travels: So I have made bold (under your great Patronage) to write his tragical supposed Death-song, or Funeral E●legie, not knowing any man of that worthy worth (besides yourself) to whom I might dedicate these sad Epicediums. Thus, not doubting of your acceptance and protection, I commit myself and my labours to your wonderful wisdom's cen●ure, always having a poor Muse to travel in your service.  
john Taylor.   

TO THE GENTLEMEN READERS, THAT understand A.B. from a Battledore.  
No Sooner news of Coriats' death was come,  
But with the same, my Muse was strooken dom:  
● whilst he lived, he was my Muse's subject,  
Her only life, and sense sole pleasing object.  
Odeombian, Grecian, Latin, Great ThomAsse  
He being dead, what life hath she alas.  
● yet I hope his death was false Report,  
Or else 'twas rumoured to beget some sport:  
To try how his dear friends would take his death,  
And what rare Epicediums they would make,  
T' accompany his all-lamented Hearse,  
In hobbling, iobling, rumbling, tumbling verse,  
Some smooth, some harsh, some shorter & some long:  
As sweet Melodious as Madge Owlets song:  
But, when I saw that no man took in hand  
To make the world his worth to understand,  
Then up I bussled from Oblivion's den,  
And of a Gander's quill I made a pen,  
With which I wrote this following work of woe,  
(Not caring much if he be dead or no●)  
For, whilst his body did contain a life,  
The rarest wits were at continual strife,  
Who should exceed each other in his glory,  
But none but I have writ His Tragic story.  
If he be dead, then farewell he: if not,  
At his return, his thankes shall be thy lot,  
Mean time, my Muse doth like an humble Plea●●  
Entreat acceptance of the gentle Reader.  
Remaining yours ever; JOHN TAYLOR.   

A SAD, JOYFUL, LAMENTABLE, DELIGHTFUL, MERRY-GO-SORRY ELEGY OR FUNERAL POEM UPON the supposed death of the famous Cosmographical Surueior, and Historiographicall Relator, Mr THOMAS CORIAT of Odcomb.  

O For a rope of Onions from Saint Omers,  
And for the muse of golden tongued Homers,  
That I might write and weep, and weep and write,  
Odcombian Coriats' timeless last good-night,  
O were my wit inspired with Scoggins vain,  
Or that Will Summers' ghost had seized my brain:  
Or Tarlton, Lanum, Singer, Kempe, and Pope,  
Or she that danc'r and umbled on the rope,  
Or Tilting Archy that so bravely ran  
Against Don Pheb●● knight, that wordy man.  
O all you crew, in side pied coloured garments,  
Assist me to the height of your preferments:  
And with your wits and spirits inspire my pateful,  
That I in Coriats' praise be not ingrateful.  
If ever age lamented loss of folly,  
If ever man had cause of Melancholy,  
Then now's the time to wail his ruthless wrack,  
And weep in tears of Clares and of Sack,   

ANd now, according to my weak invention,  
His wondrous worthless worthiness I'll mention;  
Yet to describe him as he is, or was,  
The wit of Men or monsters would surpass.  
His head was a large powdering tub of phrases,  
Whence men would pick delights, as boys pick daises,  
O head no head, but blockhouse of fierce wars,  
Where wit and earning were at daily lars,  
Who should possess the Mansion of his pate:  
But at the last, to end this great debate:  
Admired learning took his heads possession,  
And turned his wit a wand'ring in progression.  
But Miny on Muse, hold, whither wilt thou go?  
Thinkest thou his rare anatomy to show?  
None borne a Christian, Turk, nor yet in Tartary,  
Can write each vein, each sinew, and each artery.  
His eyes and ears like Brokers by extortion,  
Engrossed strange foreign manners and proportion.  
But what his eyes and ears did see or hear,  
His tongue or pen discharged the reckoning clear.  
That sure I think, he well could prove by law,  
He uttered more than e'er he heard or saw.  
His tongue and hands have truly paid their score,  
And freely spent what they received and more.  
But lord to see, how fare o'r-shot am I,  
To wade thus deep in his Anatomy!  
What now he is, I'll lightly overpass,  
I'll only write in part, but what he was:  
That as Grim Death our pleasures thus hath crossed,  
'tis good, because he's gone, to know what's lost.   

He was the Imp, whilst he on earth survived,  
From whom this west-worlds' pastimes were derived,  
He was in City, Country, field, & Court,  
The Well of dry brained lests, and Pump of sport.  
He was the treasure-house of wrinkled laughter,  
Where melancholy moods are put to slaughter:  
And in a word, he was a man amongst many,  
That never yet was paralleled by any:  
Who now like him in spite of wind and weather  
Will wear one shiftless shirt 5. months together?  
Who now to do his native country grace,  
Will for a Trophy execute his case?  
Who now will take the height of every Gallows?  
Or who'll describe the sign of every Alchou●e?  
Whether his Host were big, or short, or tall,  
And whether he did knock e'er he did call:  
The colour of his Host and Hostess hair?  
What he bought cheap, & what he paid for dear?  
For Veal or Mutton what he paid a joint?  
Where he sat down? and where he loosed a point?  
Each Tower, each Turret, and each lofty steeple,  
Who now (like him) will tell the vulgar people?  
Who now will set a work so many writers,  
As he hath done in spite of his backbiters,  
With Panegericks, Anagrams, Acrostics,  
●emblazon him the chief among fantastics?  
●las, not one, not one alive doth live,  
That to the world can such content● enter give,  
Should Poets stretch their Muses on the rack,  
And study till their pericranions crack.  
Should footback trotting Travellers intent  
To match his travels, all were to no end.  
Let Poets write their best, and trotters run,  
They ne'er shall write nor run as he hath done.  
But Neptune and great AEdus contending,  
'Gainst one another all their forces bending,  
Which of them soonest should rob the happy earth  
Of this rare man of men, this map of mirth.  
And like two envious great ambitious Lords,  
They fell at deep and dangerous discords;  
The seagod with his three-tined angry Rod come,  
And swore by Styx, he would have Tom of Odcomb.  
With that, stern Eole blew a boisterous blast,  
And in his rage did gusts and tempests cast  
●n showering volleys at fierce Neptune's head:  
Who like a valiant Champion scorning dread,  
●●ne blow for blow with his commanding Mace,  
And spitting storms in spiteful Eol's face,  
That golden Titan hide his glistering ray.  
As fearing to behold this horrid fray.  
●●● darkness curtain'dall the world,  
●a Ebon Mantle o'er the Globe was hurled,  
The wallowing waves turmoild the restless ships,  
Like School-boys shuttlecocks that leaps & skips,  
The Topmast seems to play with Phoebus' nose,  
straight down toward Erebus, amain she goes;  
●ow wind, quoth Neptune, till thy entrails break,  
Against my force, thy force shall be too weak.  
Then like two sooles at variance for a trisle,  
They split the ship, they enter and they risle,  
Like cursed Law-wormes, envious and cruel,  
Striving to seize the peerless matchless jewel,  
Whilst Eole sought above the skies to crown him;  
Blue-bearded Neptune in his arms did drown him.  
The Wind-god sees the prize and battle lost,  
Blows, storms, and rages to be curbed and crossed;  
And vowed to rouse great Neptune in his Court,  
And in his teeth his injury retort:  
Then he commands retreat to all his forces;  
Who riding sundry ways on winged horses,  
Big Boreas to the freezing North went puffing,  
And slavering Auster, to the South went husling,  
Eurus went East, and Zephyrus went West,  
And thus the wars of winds and seas did rest.  
ANd now dame Thetis in thy vasty womb,  
Is odd Odcombians Coriats' timeless Toomb,  
Where naiads, Dryads, and sweet sea-nymphs tend him,  
And with their daily service do befriend him,  
There al-shaped Protens and shrill trumping Triton,  
And many more, which I can hardly write on,  
As if it, were the thing they glory at,  
In servile troopes● they wait on Coriat,  
That though like hell, the sea were far more dark, as  
Yet these would guard his unregarded carkasle.  
You Academic, Latin, Greek Magisters,  
You offsprings of the three times treble● Sisters,  
Writ, study, teach, until your tongues have blisters.  
For, now the Haddocks, and the shifting Sharks,  
That feed on Coriat, will become great Clarks:  
The wrimouthed Place, & mumping Whiting-mops,  
Will in their maws keep Greek and Latin shops,  
The Porklike purpose, Thorn-back, and the State,  
Like studious Grecian Latinists will prate,  
And men with eating them, by inspiration,  
With these two tongues, shall fill each barbarous Nation.  
Then though the Sea hath rudely him bereavest us;  
Yet, midst our woes, this only comfort's left us,  
That our posterities by eating fishes,  
Shall pick his wisdom out of diverse dishes;  
And then (no doubt) but thousands more will be  
As learned, or perhaps all as wisemen as he:  
But to conclude, affection makes me cry,  
Sorrow provokes me sleep, grief dries mine eye.    

EPITAPH in the Barmooda tongue, which must be pronounced with the accent of the grunting of a hog.  
HOugh gruntough weigh I homough  
Cori● tough Odcough robunguogh  
Warawogh hogh Co●●●togh s●gh wogh t●rmonatogrogh,  
Callimogh gogh whohogh Rag● mogh demagorgogh palemogh,  
Lomerogh nogh Tattertogh illum mortogh ●●gh Allaque●quogh.  
Toracominogh jagogh Ia●erogh mogh Carmogh pelepsogh,  
Animogh trogh deradrogh maramogh hogh Flondrogh caleps●gh.  

Epitaph in the Utopian tongue.  
NOrtumblum callimunquash ●mystoliton quasb●● burashte●  
Scribuke ●os●tay solusbay per ambulatushte:  
Grekay sons Turkay Paphay ●●● Ierusalushte●  
Neptus esht Ealors Interremoy di● Delorushte;  
Confabuloy Odioumbay ●●●  
Omul ●●●shte paraleseus tolition umbroy.   

The same in English, translated by Caleb Quishquash, an Utopian borne, and principal Secretary to the great Adelentado of Barmoodoes'.  
HEre lies the wonder of the English Nation,  
Inuolned in Neptune's brinish valty maw:  
For fruitless travel, and for strange relation,  
He past and repast all that e'er eye saw.  
Odcomb produced him; many Nations fed him,  
And worlds of Writers, through the world h●e spread him.   
FINIS.   

CERTAIN SONNETS, IN PRAISE OF Mr. THOMAS THE DECEASED; FASHIONED OF diverse stuffs, as mockado, fustian, stand-further off, and Motly, all which the Author dedicates to the immortal memory of the famous Odcombian traveller.  

COnglomerating Aiax, in a fog  
Consulted with Ixion for a tripe,  
At which Gargantua took an Irish bog,  
And with the same gave Sifipbus a stripe,  
That all the bombast forests began to swell,  
With Triple triple trouble and with joy,  
That Lucifer kept holiday in hell,  
Cause Cupid would no more be called a boy.  
Delucitating Flora's painted hide,  
Redeems Arion from the hungry Wolf,  
And with conglutinating haughty pride,  
Threw Pander in the damned Venetian gulf,  
The Mediterrane mountains laughed and smiled,  
And Libra wandered in the woods so wild.   

Bright Cassia Fistula was wondrous sad,  
To hear Zarzaparillas great mishap,  
And Coloquintida was raging mad,  
When Saxafrage was set in Rubarbs lap;  
Dame Liquorish was in a monstrous fume,  
Against the jushious Reasons of the sun,  
And Trinidad smoke avoids the room,  
Whilst Gm●●● swears she is undone;  
Vuguentum album is so pale and wan,  
That Paracelsus plaster mourns in black●  
The Spanish Eliborus strongly can  
Make Lignuin vitas hide with neezing crack:  
Lo, thus with unguents, plasters, oils, and drugs,  
We conjure up the fierce infernal bugs.   

The head strong Torchlight of Cimmerian waves,  
With fiery frozen wonder leaps and vaults:  
And on th' Altantick Ocean cuts and shaves,  
Whilst thunder thwacking, Ossalimps and hales,  
Robustious AEtna drowns the Arctic Pole,  
And forked Vulcan hath forsook his forge,  
Apollo'es piebald mare hath cast her foal,  
And muley Mahomet hath filled his gorge.  
Don Belzebub sits flaying of his breech,  
And Marble Proteus, dances, leaps and skips,  
Belerophon hath penned an excellent speech,  
And big-boand Boreas kissed Aurora's lips;  
The Welkin rumbles; Argos lies asleep.  
And Tantalus hath slain a flock of sheep.   
When flounder-flapping Termagant was slain,  

The sn●g●-fac'd Cerberus did howl and yell,  
And Polyphe●●● rid in Charles his Wain,  
Whilst Gergous head rung great Alcides' knell,  
The rip-rap-riffe-raffe, thwick thwack stout Baboo●  
Gripes in his downy clotoh the spongy Oak,  
And young Andromeda at night rings noon,  
Whilst Asdrubal at tick tack lost his cloak.  
Pr●●erbus covering the Umbrano's head,  
And Ty●bon tumbles through the solid Air:  
Proud Pegasus on Cheese and Garlic fed,  
And Proserpina went to Sturbidge fair.  
Pope Hildebr and bade Pluto home to supper,  
And D● Di●●oes horse hath broke his crupper.   

Dick Swash drew out his three-piled blunted blade,  
And flashed in twain the equinoctial line:  
T●● Thum● did through th' Arabian deserts wade,  
Where Caster and his brother Pollux shine,  
The threadbare slap-Iacks of the western Isles,  
Exasperate the Marble Sithian Snow,  
Dame Ve●● travelled fifty thousand miles,  
To see the bounds of Nilus' ebb and flow.  
The Gormundizing Quagmires of the East,  
Ingurgitate the Eremanthean Bull:  
And rude rebounding Sagitarious Ceased  
To pipe Levaltoes to Gonzagaes' Trull,  
The Adriaricke Dolcats fate carousing,  
And hidebound Gogmagog his shirt was lousing,  
Sweet Semicircled Cynthia played at maw,  
The whilst Endymion ran the wild-goose chase,  
Great Bacchus with his Crossbow killed a daw,  
And sullen Saturn smiled with pleasant face.  
The ninefold Bugbears of the Caspian lake,  
Sat whistling Ebon horne-pipes to their Ducks,  
Madge-howlet strait for joy her Girdle broke,  
And rugged Satyrs frisked like Stags and Bucks.  
The untamed tumbling fifteen footed Goat,  
With promulgation of the Lesbian shores,  
Confronted Hydra in a sculler Boat,  
At which the mighty mountain Taurus rores,  
Mean time great Sultan Soliman was borne,  
And Atlas blew his rustic rumbling horn.   
IF there be any Gentlemen, or others that are desirous to be practitioners in the Barmoodo and Utopian tongues: the Professor (being the Author hereof) dwelleth at the Old Swan near London Bridge, who will teach them (that are willing) to learn, with a gility and facility.   
FINIS.   

THE EIGHTH WONDER OF THE WORLD: OR, CORIATS' ESCAPE FROM HIS SUPPOSED DROWNING.  

DEDICATED  
To the Mighty, Magnificent, Potent, and Powerful Knight, Sir Thomas Parsons, (alias) Pheander, (alias,) Knight of the Sun, Great Champion to Apollo, Palatine of Phoebus, Sword-hearer to Sol, Tilter, to Titan, Housekeeper to Hyperion, and heir apparent to the invisible kingdom of the Fairies: your devoted Votary, JOHN TAYLOR, wisheth your Worshits wisdoms Longitude, Latitude, Altitude, and Crassitude may increase above the Ridiculous multitude of the most eminent Stultorums of this latter age.  

To thee brave knight, who from the Delphia god come  
● consecrated these famous Acts of Odcomb:  
To thee alone, and unto none but thee,  
For Patronage my toiling Muse doth flee,  
I gave my drowning Coriat unto Archy,  
And with his fair escape to thee now march I,  
Not doubting but thou wilt in kindness take  
These lines thus writ, for his, and thy dear sake.  
If thou in kindness wilt accept this task,  
Hereafter I will better things uncaske,  
And make the world thy worth to glory at,  
In greater measure than at Coriat.  
I'll mount thee up in verse past Charles his Wain,  
I'll make the Moon Endymion to disdain,  
I'll write in ever-during lines thy fame,  
As fare as Phoebus spreads his glorious flame.  
I'll make thee pluck stern Saturn by the Chaps,  
And brave great jove amids his thunder-clappes.  
I'll cause thy praise t'eclipse the god of Arms,  
I'll make Dame Venus yield to love's alarms.  
The nimble Mercury shall be thy footman,  
If thou wilt grace my lines, therefore look too● ma●  
But if to patronise me thou dost scorn,  
'Twere better than, thou never hadst been borne:  
For against difdaine my Muses only sport is,  
To write with Gall, commixed with Aquafortis:  
And Vinegar, and Salt, and Sublimatum,  
Which where it falls, will scorch & scald: probatu●,  
Then as thou lov'st the Fairy Queen thine, Aunt,  
Deign to vouchsafe this poor and trivial grannt:  
Then I thy Poet will with low Subjection,  
Proceed to write Tom Coriats' Resurrection.   
Yours ever, whose endeavoir shall persever in your service, JOHN TAYLOR.   

To the knowing Reader.  
NOw sir, it is a common customary use in these times, to salute you with somewhat; as Honest, Kind, Courteous, Loving, Friendly, or Gentle; but all these Epithets are overworn, and do, as it were, stink of the fusty garb of Antiquity. Besides, if I should come upon you with any of these claw-back terms, I might chance to belie you. But if your kind disposition doth merit to be called kind, I pray let me find it in your favourable censure. Some will (perhaps) dislike, that I do dedicate my books to Archy, and Sir Thomas, and such like. To them I answer, that my subject being altogether foolish, I were very absurd to think that any wise man would be my Patron. And it were mere folly for me to make a hotchpotch, in seeking to compound wisdom and folly together. But how, soever thou esteemest it, it thrusts itself into thy view; wherein (if thou be'st not too much drowned in Melancholy) thou wilt show thy teeth (if thou hast any) with laughing. And as ●● lines are somewhat defective in their shape, so I pray thee do not hack them, nor hue them with thy stammering, to make them worse, nor. Buzzard-blast them with thy calumniating mews, rushes, and scuruies. Thus leaving thee to thyself, and myself unto thee, I remain thine as thou respectest me,  
JOHN TAYLOR.   

The cause of the contention betwixt sir Thomas the Scholar, and john the Sculler.  

A Pamphlet printed was, The Sculler named,  
Wherein Sir Thomas much my writing blamed;  
Because in Epigram therein was written,  
In which he said, he was nipped, galled and bitten.  
He frets, he fun●●, he rages and exclaims,  
And vows to rouse me from the River Thames.  
Well, I to make him some amends for that,  
Did write a Book was called, Laugh and be fat:  
In which he said I wronged him ten times more,  
And made him madder than he was before.  
Then did he storm, and chase, and swear, and ban,  
And so superior powers amain he ran,  
Where he obtained Laugh and be fat's confusion,  
Who all were burnt, and made a hot conclusion.  
Then after that, when rumour had him drowned,  
(The news whereof, my vexed Muse did wound)  
I writ a letter to th● Elysian coast,  
T' appease his angry wrong-incensed Ghost.  
The which my poor invention than did call,  
Odcombs' Complaint, or Coriats' Funeral.  
But since true news is come, he scaped that danger,  
And through hot Sunburnt Asia is a ranger:  
His raising from the dead I thought to write,  
To please myself, and give my friend's delight.    

The World's eighth Wonder: OR, CORIATS' REVIVING.  

LOI the man whose Muse did lately forage,  
Through winds & seas with dreadless dauntless courage,  
And to the life, in hodg-podg rhyme expressed,  
How Odcomb● Cor●as was great Neptune's guest.  
How Th●●● sweedy fulled him in her lap,  
And (as her darling) fed the Barn with pap.  
How big mouthed AEol stormed, and pust, and blue:  
And how both winds and Sea with all their crew  
Were pleased and displeased, tumbled, raged, and tossed,  
The Gainers glad, and mad were they that lost.  
These tedious tasks my toiling Muse hath run,  
And what she did, for Coriats' sake was dun.  
She hath transported him to Bossems' Inn,  
Where in a Basket he hath hanged been:  
She hath involved him in the hungry deep,  
In hope to leave him in eternal sleep:  
Yet having hanged him first, and after drowned him,  
My poor laborious Muse again hath found him.  
For 'tis her duty still to wait and serve him,  
Although the Fates should hang, or drown, or starve him,  
The fatal Sisters serve his turn so pat,  
That sure he hath more lives than hath a Cat.  
Alcides never passed so many dangers  
As he hath done, amongst his friends, and strangers.  
He runs through all his actions with such ease,  
As Hogs eat Acorns, or as Pigeon's Pease,  
There's nothing in the world can him disgrace,  
Not being beaten in a lousy case:  
Nor Trunks, nor Punks, nor stocks, nor mocks, nor moes,  
Nor being made an Ass in Rhyme and Prose:  
Nor hanging, drowning, carting nor the blanket.  
These honours all are his, the gods be thanked.   

But now methinks, some curious itching care  
Doth long some sportive news of him to hear.  
For being in the Ocean buried under,  
And now alive again, 'tis more than wonder:  
But how these wondrous wooders came to pass,  
I (as I can) will tell you how it was.   

When first this mirror amongst a world of Nations,  
(This great ingroser of strange observations)  
Was bound for Constantine's brave noble City,  
Then he (who is Wit, all, or else all witty)  
Whose vigilancy lets no advantage slip,  
Embarked was in a tall proved Ship  
Of London, the Samaritan she hight:  
Now note the fore cast of this famous wight:  
The Ship he only for her name did choose,  
In detestation of the faithless jews:  
For why, the jews and the Samaritans  
Did hate as Christians, Antichristians.  
Yet I suppose his spite to them did spring.  
For I think what, and now I'll name the thing:  
In his first five months strange perambulation,  
He was in danger of that perverse Nation.  
For they by wrongful force would have surprised him,  
T'excoriat Coriat, and ●haue Circumcised him.  
This dreadful terror of his Lady-ware,  
I ge●se the cause the jews he hatred bare.  
How ●●er was his intricate intent,  
In the Samaritan to Sea he went:  
And care-abusing false intelligence  
Said, he was drowned in Neptune's residence.  
Thus false report did make me much mistake:  
For which, a fair recanting mends I'll make.  
My grieved Muse hath ever since his drowning,  
Been vexed with sorrow, and continual swooning:  
But now she's all attired with mirth and gladness,  
The Lie was good that made her sick with sadness.   

KNow therefore, Readers, whatsoever you are:  
That this great Britain brave Odcombyan star,  
Was tossed on Neptune's rough re●n or celesse wa●es,  
Where each man looked for timeless brinish grains:  
For Aeolus unlocked his vaulted Centre,  
And against the Sea-god did in Arms adventure,  
With winds uniayled came at unawares,  
And greene-faced Neptune with defiance dares,  
With all his marry Regiments to fight,  
Or yield this matchless, worthless, wondrous knight.  
The great humidious Monarch tells him plain,  
'Twere best he jogged from his commanding Main:  
And with his troops of homelesse, roving slaney  
Go hide him in the earth's imprisoned Canes,  
And not disturb him in his Regal Thr●●e,  
For be would keep Tom Coriat, or else none.  
Then Eol began his windy wrath to vent,  
And swore by Styn, that Neptune should repent  
This haughty high audacious insolence,  
Against his powerful great magnificence.  
Then Triton founded, the alarm was given,  
That from hell's bottom, to the skirts of heaven,  
The repercussive echoes of his founding,  
With dreadful relapse back again redounding.  
Then, then Robustious swollen cheeked Boreas' blasts,  
Tear, rive, and shiver Tacklins', Sailes, and Masts:  
In tottered fragments all in pieces shattered,  
Which here and there confusedly lay scattered.  
These hurly burly storms and tempests tumbling,  
With dire amazing Thunder-thumping rumbling,  
The mounting billows, like great mountains ●●●,  
As if they meant to drown the losty skies.  
Then down they fall to the Tartarian deep,  
As if th' infernal Fiends they meant to steep:  
That sure (I guess) a greater gust was never,  
Since Iun● did AEnea's ruin endeavour.  
The Kingly Sea-god (to annoyed more harms)  
Caught Coriat (the cause of these Alarms)  
And so his boystrons windy foe deprived,  
And home thorough worlds of floods a main he dimmed.  
But awful love to his Imperial sphere,  
These grievous garboils chanced for to hear:  
And to his brother Neptune down he sends  
The wing-heeled Mercury, with these commends:  
To thee, thou watery great commanding Keasar,  
I come from heaven's Majestic mighty Caesar;  
Commanding thee by thy fraternal love,  
That from thy Coasts thou presently remove  
The man thou lately look'st, the world's sole woder,  
Or else he'll rouse thee with distracting Thunder:  
And therefore, as jones friendship thou dost tender,  
To safe arrival see thou dost him render:  
Whilst May'es' son his message thus did tell,  
A fury, like a Post-knight, came from hell:  
And from th' inf●●nall King of black Anernu●,  
These words he uttered (which do much concern us  
From Acherouticke, Phlegetonticke waves,  
Thy brother Plato thus much friendship craves:  
Thou wilt send Coriat down with him to ●igne,  
And he'll send thee as good a thing again.  
For Proserpina his illustrious Fere,  
Of him, and his adventures chanced to hear:  
Because a Gentleman-usher the doth want,  
To have him, Pluto begs thy friendly grant.  
The Marine Monarch answers, thus it is:  
You N●●ti● from our brothrens jone, and D●●,  
Know, such a mortal is within my power,  
Imprisoned close, in Thetis' silver Bower,  
I did surprise him midst a thousand toils  
Of wars, of jars, of bloody baneful broils:  
My high-born brother jove hath hither sent,  
Commanding me that I incontinent  
Do safely set this newfound man aland. ●  
And I from Pluto further understand,  
That he would have him to Cocytus' Coast,  
Where he and Cores daughter rules the roast.  
First therefore I in wisdom hold it best,  
To yield unto the mighty love's request:  
And on the Grecian coast I'll safely place him,  
Where he may wander where his fortunes trace him.  
These messengers thus answered, were dismissed,  
And Neptune did to land his guest persist:  
●● now all hell was in an expectation  
For Coriats' coming, making preparation,  
The Stygian Ferryman on Stixes' shore,  
Did wait with diligence to waste him o'er,  
And hells three headed Porter sweetly sung  
For joy, that all the Coasts of Limbo rung  
With howling Musics, damn despiteful notes,  
From out his triple Chaps, and triple throats.  
●● from the torturing wheel was eased,  
And pining Tantal was with junkets pleased:  
And further, 'twas commanded, and decreed,  
The Gripe no more on Titius' guts should feed.  
The nine and forty wenches, water shilling,  
In tubs unbottomed, which was ever spilling:  
They all had leave to leave their endless toils,  
To dance, sing, sport, and to keep revel coil's.  
Three forked Hecate to mirth was prone,  
And Si●●phus gave o'er the restless stone.  
All in conclusion, had free leave to play,  
And for Tom Coriats' sake make holiday.  
Thus all black Barathrum is filled with games,  
With lasting bonfires, casting sulphur-flames.  
In Vse'rers skulls the molten gold they quaff,  
And skink, and drink, and wink, and stink, and lass.  
But when the Post was come and told his Tale,  
Then all this sport was turned to baneful bale.  
Grim Pluto stormed, and Proserpina mourned,  
And tortured Ghosts, to torments were returned.   

The Sea god (careful of great jones high hest)  
To great Constantinople brought his guest:  
Where (nothing that may honour him omitting)  
His entertainment to his state was fitting:  
There in all pleasure he himself disports,  
Conversing daily with such brave consorts,  
As Turks, and Tartars, Englishmen and Greeks',  
That he thinks ages years, and years but weeks,  
That's wasted in this rare time stealing chat.  
All his delight's in nothing else but that.  
But his high honour further to relate,  
I'll sing the new advancement of his state.  
Some English Gentlemen with him consulted,  
And he as naturally with them consulted:  
Where they perceiving his deserts were great,  
They strived to mount him into honour's seat:  
And being found of an unmatched spirit,  
He there, was double dubbed a doughty Knight.  
Rise up, sir Thomas, worshipped master thoube  
Of people all (that are as wise as thee.)  
Now rap't with joy, my Muse must needs record,  
How he was knighted with a royal sword:  
But into what a puzzle now got I am?  
They say it was the Bilbo of King Priam,  
The fatal blade which he in fury drew,  
When in revenge the Myrmidons he flew.  
In pell mel vengeance for great Hector's bane,  
Who by Achilles fair foule-play was slain.  
That sword that mowed the Grecians like a scythe:  
That sword that made victorious Trojans blithe:  
That sword, that through so many dangers rubbed,  
That famous sword hath monsieur Coriat dubbed.  
What though 'twas rusty? spite of cankered rust,  
The memory of honour life's in dust,  
'Twas no disgrace it was so rusty shaped,  
It had (like Coriat) many a scouring scaped.   

But amongst the rest, this must not be forgot,  
How he did from Constantinople trot,  
And how a solemn counsel there decreed,  
That he should travel in a Grecian weed.  
To this (for his own safety) they do woe him,  
Because the language is so natural to him.  
And then bespoke a sober sage wise fellow,  
(When wine had made them all in general mellow)  
Take heed, quoth he, I counsel you, beware  
That of yourself you have a special care,  
You be not taken for a Frenchman, for  
The Turks in these parts do the French abhor.  
Since Godsries' times, that brave bold Bullen Duke,  
Who put them all to shame, and rough rebuke,  
And made the Saracens by Millions bleed,  
And holy Tomb, from faithless fiends he freed.  
Wherefore (quoth he) in friendship I advice you  
T'avoid suspect, 'twere best we Circumcise you:  
And then you freely may through perils pass,  
Despite the Turks, so like a Grecian Ass.  
Noman with Lynx's eyes will deem you other,  
And thus you safely may suspicion smother.  
Sir Thomas gave this fellow's speech the hearing,  
But told him 'twas too heavy for his bearing:  
For why, fall back, fall edge, come good, come ill,  
He vowed to keep his foreman's foreskin still.  
This resolution was no sooner spoken,  
The friendly counsel was dismissed and broken.  
Where after leave was ta'en 'twixt him and them,  
He took his journey toward jerusalem:  
And what he can observe 'twixt morn and night,  
With due observance he doth daily write,  
That if my judgement be not much mistook,  
An Elephant will scarce support his book.  
For he in five months built a paper hulk,  
And this must be ten times of greater buike.  
O Pauls-Church-yard, I only pity thee,  
Thou, only thou, shalt most encumbered bee:  
Thou from the Press are pressed to be oppressed,  
With many a farfetched home-brought Odcomb jest.  
But yet I know the Stationers are wise,  
And well do know wherein the danger lies:  
For to such inconvenience they'll not enter,  
But suffer Coriat to abide th'adventure:  
Because his Giant volume is so large,  
They'll give sir Thomas leave to bear the charge.  
That man is mad who changes gold for dross,  
And so were they to buy a certain loss:  
Let him that got and bore the Barn, still breed it,  
And nurse, disburse, and foster, cloth, and feed it.   

THus hath my Muse (as fortune her allotted)  
Both run and rid, and galloped, ambled, trotted  
To skies, and seas, and to black hell below,  
In servile duty that my love doth owe.  
My captive thoughts, like trusty servants to him,  
Strive how they any way may service do him.  
To serve his turn like Prentices they 'gree,  
jove send Sir Thomas home to make them free.   

Epilogue to Sir Thomas Coriat upon his name.  
Why have I spent my time thus, Coriat?  
Wherefore on thy lewd lines thus poor I at?  
Why like an Idiot fool adore— I at  
Thy works? which wisdom will not glory at.  
At no place'euer was before— I at  
Where wonders upon wonder more— I at  
With pen, instead of Lance, now gore— I at  
Thy Odcomb foppery now bore— I at.  
At thy pride's altitude, now fore— I at  
Thou art the Theme I writ my— story at.  
If aught befell me to be— story at  
Hardhearted fate, against thee then roar— I at.   

Upon his books name, called his Crudities.  

TOm Coriat, I have seen thy Crudities,  
And, methinks, very strangely brewed it is,  
With piece and patch together glude— it is,  
And how (like thee) ill-favoured hu'de— it is,  
In many a line I see that lewd— it is,  
And therefore fit to be subdued— it is,   

Within thy broiling brainpan stude— it is,  
And 'twixt thy grinding jaws well chewed it is,  
Within thy stomach closely mude— it is,  
And last, in Court and Country spude— it is:  
But now by wisdom's eye that viewed it is,  
They all agree that very rude— it is,  
With foolery so full endued— it is,  
That wondrously by fools pursued— it is,  
As sweet as galls amaritude— it is,  
And seeming full of Pulchritude— it is,  
But more to write, but to intrude— it is,  
And therefore wisdom to conclude— it is,    

A Simile for his Learning.  

THe luscious Grape of Bacchus' heating Vine,  
When it to ripe maturity is sprung,  
Is pressed, and so converred into wine,  
Then closed in Cask most tied at head and bung:  
For if by chance, it chanceth to take vent:  
It spills the wine in colour, strength, and sent,   

Even so thy Latin, and thy Greek was good  
Till in thy musty Hogshead it was put:  
And Oddly there Commixed with thy blood,  
Not wisely kept, nor well; nor tightly shut:  
That of the Cask it tastes, so I assure thee,  
That few (or none) can (but in sport) endure thee.    

My Farewell to him.  

NOw Coriat, I with thee have ever done,  
My Muse unto her journey's end hath won:  
My first Inventions highly did displease thee,  
And these my last are written to appease thee.  
I wrought these great Herculean works to win thee:  
Then if they please thee not, the fool's within thee  
What next I writ, shall better be or none,  
Do thou let me, and I'll let thee alone.  
But if thou seem'st to rub a galled sore,  
Vindictas vengeance makes all Hell to roar.     
FINIS.   

Laugh, and be Fat: OR, A COMMENTARY UPON THE ODCOMBYAN BANQUET.  

To the Reader.  
REader, Idoe not come upon you with the old musty Epithets of Honest, Kind, Courteous, Loving, Friendly, or Gentle: The reason is; I am not acquainted with your qualities; and beside, I am loath to belie any man: But if you be addicted to any of these aforesaid virtues, I pray let me find it in your favourable Censure, and so I leave you to laugh ●d lie down. Be fat.   

LAUGH, AND BE FAT.  

Now Monsieur Coriat, let them laugh that wins,  
For I assure ye now the game gins.  
● is wondrous strange how your opinions vary,  
●●m judgement, senses or reason so contrary;  
●at with infamous rash timerity,  
●m rail at me with such severity,  
●be broad-faced lefts that other men put on you,  
●●take for favours well bestowed upon you.  
asport they give you many a pleasant cuff,  
●● no man's lines but mine, you take in snuff.  
●hich makes the ancient Proverb be in force,  
●at some may with more safety steal a horse,  
Than others may look on: for still it falls.  
The weakest always must go to the walls.  
I need no: use this Etymology,  
My plainer meaning to exemplify;  
Which doth induce me to express the cause,  
That my untutored Pen to writing draws.  
Be it to all men by these presents known,  
That lately to the world was plainly shown,  
In a huge volume Gogmagoticall,  
In Verse and Prose, with speech dogmatic,  
Thy wondrous Travels from thy native home,  
How Oddly out thou wentest, and Oddly ●ome.  
And how, as fitted best thy Works of worth,  
The rarest Wits thy Book did usher forth.  
But I alas, to make thy fame more fuller,  
Did lately write a Pamphlet Called the Sculler;  
In which, as unto others of my friends,  
I sent to the● (brave Monsieur) kind commends,  
Which thou in double dudgeon tak'st from me,  
And vow'st, and sworest, thou wilt revenged be.   

The cause, I hear, your fury flameth from,  
I said, I was no dunce-combe, coxcomb Tom:  
What's that to you (good Sir) that you should fume,  
Or rage, or chase, or think I durst presume  
To speak, or write, that you are such a one?  
I only said, that I myself was none.  
Yet Sir, I'll be a Coxcomb if so please you,  
If you are over-laden, Sir, I'll ease you,  
Your store of witless wisdom in your budget,  
To give your friend a little never grudge it.  
Nor that from Odcombs' town I first began,  
Nor that I greek or Latin gabble can.  
I am no Odcombe Tom, why, what of that?  
Nor nothing but baro English can I chat.  
I pray what wrong is this to you good Sur?  
Your indignation why should this incur?  
Nor that I thought our Land had spent her store,  
That I need visit Venice for a whore;  
Which (if I would) I could make nearer proofs,  
And not (like you) so fare to gall my hooves.  
I said, if such a volume I should make,  
The rarest wits would scorn such pains to take,  
At my return, amidst my skarre-crow totters,  
To run before me like so many trotters.  
I know, my merits never will be such,  
That they should deign to honour me so much.  
I further said, I envied not your state,  
For you had nothing worthy of my hate.  
In love, your innocence I truly pity,  
Your plenteous want of wit seems wondrous witty.  
Your virtue cannot breed my hateful loathing,  
For what an ass were I, to hate just nothing?  
Your vice I bore not, neither, I protest,  
But love, and laugh, and like it like the rest.  
Your vice, nor virtue, manners, nor your form,  
Can breed in me fell envy's hateful worm.  
I said it was a lodging most unfit,  
Within an idle brain to house your wit.  
Here, I confess, my fault I cannot hide.  
You were not idle, nor well occupied.  
Be't fair, or foul, be't early, or be't late,  
Your simple witlies in your humble pate.  
A King sometimes may in a cottage lie,  
And Lion's rest in swine's contagious sty:  
So your rare wit that's ever at the full,  
Lies in the cane of your rotundious skull,  
Until your wisdom's pleasure send it forth,  
From East to West, from South unto the North,  
With squib-crack lightning, empty hogshead thundering.  
To maze the world with terror & with wondering  
I boldly bade you fool it at the Court,  
There's no place else so fit for your resort.  
But though I bid you fool it, you may choose,  
Though I command, yet Sir you may refuse;  
For why, I think it more than foolish pity.  
So great a gem as you, should grace the city,  
Whilst I would fool it on the liquid Thames,  
Still praying for the Majesty of james.  
Good Sir, if this you take in such disgrace,  
To give you satisfaction, take my place,  
And fool it on the Thames, whilst I at Court  
Will try, if I, like you, can make some sport:  
Or rather than for foolship we will brawl,  
You shall be fool in Court, on Thames and all,  
Thus what to you I writ, lo here's the total,  
And you with angry spleen have deigned to note ●●●  
And vow from hell to hale stern Nemesis,  
To whip me from the bounds of Thamesis;  
Yet when I open your paper murdering book,  
I see what pains the wisest wits have taken,  
To give you titles supernodical,  
In orders orderless methodical:  
There do I see how every one doth strive,  
In spite of Death, to make thee still survive.  
No guarded gown-man, dead, nor yet alive,  
But they make thee their great superlative.  
In the beginning Alphabetical,  
With figures, tropes, and words pathetical,  
They all successively from A to N,  
Describe thee for the only man of Men.   
The frontispiece of Master Coriats' Book very ●●● nedly descanted upon, by Master Laurence whitaker's, and Master Benjamin jonson.  

Thy Shipping, and thy Haddock's friendly feeding,  
Thy Carting in thy Travels great proceeding:  
Thy riding Stirroplesse, thy jadish courser,  
Thy Ambling o'er the Alps; and which is worse,  
After the Purgatory of thy Legs,  
Thy Punk bepelts thy pate with rotten eggs.  
When thou, brave man, assault'st to board a Pinnace,  
As fits thy state, she welcomes thee to Venice.  
Thy running from the misbelieving jew,  
Because thou, thought'st the jew sought more than ●●●  
For why, the jew with superstition blind,  
Would have thee leave what most thou lov'st, behind,  
How with a rustic Boor thou mad'st a fray,  
And manfully brought'st all the blows away.  
The Turkish Emperor, or the Persian Sophy,  
Can hardly match thy monumental Trophy.  
Thy ancient jerkin, and thy aged slops,  
From whose warm confines thy retainers drops.  
I stand in fear to do thy greatness wrong,  
For 'tis supposed thou wast a thousand strong;  
Who all derived from thee their happy breeding,  
And from thy bounty had their clothes & feeding.  
Thy lasting shoes, thy stockings, and thy garters,  
To thy great fame are drawn and hanged in quarters.  
Thy Hat most fitly beautifies thy crest,  
Thy wits great cover, covers all the rest.  
The letter K doth show the bravest fight:  
But wherefore K? I'm sure thou art no Knight:  
Why might not L, nor M, nor N, or O,  
As well as knavish K, thy picture show?  
But saucy K, I see will have a place,  
When all the Crosse-row shall endure disgrace.  
Who at the letter K doth truly seek,  
Shall see thee hemmed with Latin & with Greek:  
Whereas thy name, thy age, and Odcombs town,  
Are workmanly engraved to thy renown.  
Beleaguered round with three such female shapes,  
Whose features would enforce the gods to rapes,  
France, Germany, and smugfaced Italy,  
Attend thee in a kind triplicity.  
France gives thee clusters of the fruitful vine,  
And Germany (lays out) t'adorn thy shrine:  
And Italy doth wittily invite thee,  
And prettily (she says) she will delight thee.  
But yet thy entertainment was but bitter,  
At Bergamo with horses in their litter:  
Whose jadish kindness in thy stomach sticks,  
Who for thy welcome fling thee coltish kicks.  
Thy begging from the highway Purse-takers,  
Describes thee for a learned wiseacres.  
●o thus thy single worth is praised double,  
For rare invention never counts it trouble,  
With timeless reasons, and with Reason's verse,  
Thy great Odcombian glory to rehearse.  
But yet, whilst they in pleasure's lap do lull thee,  
Amidst thy praise egregiously they gull thee:  
thou'rt made Tom Tabletalk, 'mongst gulls and gallants  
Thy book, and thee, & such esteemed talons,  
When they are tired with thy travels treading,  
Then having nought to do, they fall to reading.  
Thy wits false-galloping perambulation,  
Which ease the Readers more than a purgation.  
But to proceed, I'll recapitulate  
The praise that doth thy worth accommodate.  
Thy Character in learned admired Prose,  
The perfect inside of thy humour shows:  
Attended with thy copious names Acrostic,  
To show thee wisest being most fantastic.   
All these Noblemen and Gentlemen that are named in the following book, did write merry commendatory verses, which were called the Odcombian banquet, and were inserted in Mr Coriats' book, entitled, Coriats' Crudities: Upon which verses, I have severally and particularly paraphrased.  

Next which, in doggerel rhyme is writ, I wots,  
Thy name, thy birth, and place where thou wast got:  
Thy education, manners, and thy learning,  
Thy going outward, and thy home returning.  
Yet there I find, the Writer hath ta'en leave,  
Midst words that seem thy same aloft to heave,  
That for no little fool he doth account thee,  
But with the greatest up aloft doth mount thee.  
thou'rt likened to a Duck, a Drake, a Bear,  
A jadish Gelding that was made to bear:  
An Owl that sings, no wit, to whit, to who,  
That nothing well can sing, nor say, nor do.   

Incipit Henricus Nevil de Aberguenie.   

Then follows next, a friend that fain would knight thee,  
But that he fears he should do more then right thee:  
Yet when his verses praise on cockhorse heves thee,  
He found thee Thomas, & Thomas he leaves thee.   

johannes Harringtonde B●●   

The Goose that guarded Rome with sentles gagling;  
Is here implored t'assist the Ganders straggling:  
A pen made of her quill would lift thee fooae,  
As high as is the thornbush in the Moon.   

Incipit Ludonicus L●wknor.   

Fool's past and present and to come, they say,  
To thee in general must all give way:  
Apuleius ass, nor Mida's lolling cares,  
No fellowship with thee (brave Coriat) bears.  
For 'tis concluded amongst the wizards all,  
To make thee Master of Gul-finches hall.   

Incipit Henricus Goodyer.   

Old Odcombs oddness makes not thee uneven,  
Nor carelessly set all at six and seven.  
Thy person's odd, unparaleld, unmatched,  
But yet thy Action's to the person patched.  
Thy body and thy mind are twins in sadness,  
Which makes thee even in the midst of oddness.  
What-●r thou oddly dost, is eu'nly meant,  
In Idiotism thou art even an Innocent.  
Thy book and thee are shaped to like each other,  
That if I look on t'one, I see the t'other,  
thou'rt light, thou'rt heavy, merry midst thy sadness,  
And still art wisest midst of all thy madness.  
So oddly even thy feet thy journey trod,  
That in conclusion thou art evenly odd.   

Incipit ●●●nnes Paiton junior.   

Thou saw'st so many cities, towns, and garrisons,  
That Caesar must not make with thee comparisons:  
Great julius' Commentaries lies and rots,  
As good for nothing but stop mustard pots.  
For Coriats' book is only in request,  
All other volumes now may lie and rest.  
Blind Homer in his writings took great pains,  
Yet he and thee do differ many grains:  
For in my mind I hold it most unfit,  
To liken Homer's verses to thy Writ.   

Incipit Henricus Poole.   

Next follows one, whose lines aloft do raise  
Don Coriat, chief Diego of our days.  
To praise thy book, or thee, he knows not whether,  
It makes him study to praise both, or neither.  
At last, he learnedly lets fly at large,  
Compares thy book unto a Western Barge;  
And says, 'tis pity thy all worthless work,  
In dark obscurity at home should lurk;  
And than thy blunted courage to encourage,  
Courageously he counsels thee to forage  
Amongst foreign Regions, and t'observe their state,  
That to thy Countrymen thou mightst relate  
At thy return, their manners, lives, and law,  
Belched from the tumbril of thy gorged maw.   

Incipit Robertus Philips.   

This worthy man thy fame on high doth heave,  
Yet Mounsieur Leg-stretcher, pray give me leave.  
He says that men do much mistake thy age,  
That think thou art not past the making sage.  
'tis hard to make a fool of one that's wise;  
For wit doth pity folly, not despise:  
But for to make a wife man of a fool,  
To such a Clerk we both may go to school.  
Yet much I fear, to learn it is too late,  
Our youthful age, with wit is out of date.  
He says, If any one a fool dares call thee,  
Let not his thundering big-mouthed words appall thee;  
But in thine own defence draw out thy tool,  
Thy Book, he means, which will his courage cool.  
For why, thy Book shall like a brazen shield  
Defend thy cause, and thee the glory yield.  
An ass I'm sure, could ne'er observe so much,  
Because an asses business is not such.  
Yet if an ass could write as well as run,  
He then perhaps, might do as thou hast done.  
But 'tis impossible a simple creature  
Should do such things (like thee) above his nature.  
Thou Aiax of the frothy Whitsun Ale,  
Let AEolus breathe, with many a friendly gale,  
Fill full thy sails, that aftertimes may know,  
What thou to these our times dost friendly show:  
That as of thee the like was never heard,  
They crown thee with a Marrot, or a Marred,   

Incipit Dudleius Digges.   

Here's one affirms thy book is only thine,  
How basely thou didst steal nor yet purloin,  
But from the labour of thy legs and brain,  
This heir of thine did life and soul obtain.  
Thou art no cuckold, men may justly gather:  
Because the child is made so like the father,  
In natural fashion, and in natural wit:  
Despite of Art, 'tis Natural every whit.   

Incipit Rowlandus Cotton.   

Columbus, Magelan, nor dreadful Drake,  
These three, like thee, did never journey take.  
Thou untired travelling admired gem,  
No man that's wife will liken thee to them.  
The Calf, thy book, may call thee fire and dam,  
Thy body is the Dad, thy mind the Mam.  
Thy toilsome carcase got this child of worth,  
Which thy elaborate wit produced forth.  
Now joves' sweet benison befall the Barn,  
How quickly it the father's wit could learn!  
So thou nor male nor female art by right,  
But both in one, a true Hermaphrodite.  
That man may well be called an idle mome,  
That mocks the Cock because he wears a comb:  
A man to better use may put his tongue,  
Then flout an Ass because his ears be long.  
To thee alone in Tropes sophistical,  
These lines are writ in speeches mystical.  
The Moons own man that bears the bush of them,  
May rue the time, that e'er thyself wast borne;  
Thou hast been, whereas he hath never been,  
And seen more sights than Luna's man hath seen.  
Cast lots with him, for why, I think it fit,  
Thou hadst his bush to shroud thy natural wit.  
'tis pity Calculations of thy birth,  
Should be divulged about this massy earth;  
For out of it each fool would matter pike,  
By Observation to beget thy like.   

Incipit Robertus Taxley.   

Now Mounsieur Coriat, envy not the Sculler,  
Here's one would have thy coat of many a colour,  
And as befits thy person, he thinks best,  
Thou hadst a cap and Coxcomb for thy crest  
And 'cause a traveller may boldly lie,  
A whetstone Embleme-wise must hang thereby.  
And at the last he ends in pleasant sort,  
And says, Thy book and thee, were made for sport.   

Incipit johannes Strangwaies.   

This Gentleman thy travels doth advance,  
Above Kemp's Norwich antic Morris-dance:  
And having graced thy fame with praises meet,  
Talks of thy shoes, and of thy galled feet,  
And how thou thought'st the jews were too too cruel,  
And ranst away from them, to save thy jewel.  
Thy heels there helped thee nimbly in thy flight,  
Since which, thy hands have done much more to wright.   

Incipit Gulielmus Clavel.   

Here's one whose Muse was couiured from her sleep  
And being rapt with admiration deep,  
Thy book he titles Gogmogog the huge,  
Thy shield of safety, and thy wits refuge.   

johannes Scorie.   

Here's one that mounts thy same beneath the sky,  
And makes thee famous for Cosmography.  
He says, (but sure he either jests or flouts)  
Thou drewest a Map, when first thou pissed thy clouts.  
And how it was allotted thee by fate,  
As soon as thou wast borne, to talk and prate.  
For as a candle's stuffed with cotton week,  
So thou art crammed up to the brim with Greek.  
As Asia and to Africa, prithee go,  
Let them like Europe thy rare virtues know,  
And make thy Book thy Buckler against all evil,  
Whose grim aspect will terrify the devil.   

johannes Donne.   

Another here thy look doth much commend,  
That none can study it to any end.  
Without or head, or foot, or top or tail;  
Yet like a savage monster dares assail  
The front of sadness, who with antic grinning,  
Applauds thee without ending or beginning.  
Great Lunatic, I think thou'lt ne'er be full,  
Until the world cannot contain thy skull:  
And like a football cram the vaulty skies,  
Because, earth, air, nor sea cannot suffice  
The greatness of thy Fame, thy book, and thee,  
All three in one, and one compact of three.  
Yet here's a Prophecy concerns thee much,  
Which doth thy book and thee too nearly touch;  
Both gulls, and gallants, thy poor brat bereaves,  
And from thy book, shall rend both limbs & leaves,  
To wrap up pepper, ginger, cloves, and mace,  
And dry Tobacco in each scurvy place:  
To fold up drugs, and pills, for Physics use,  
And serve for each Mechanical abuse.  
But I not minding with thy state to slatter,  
Think't will be used in many a privy matter.  
Thou o'er thy wit dost keep such careful watch,  
That from thee one can hardly any catch:  
And sooth to say, his conscience is but little,  
Which in his wants would seek to rob the Spittle  
Thy wit's exchequer hath been over-kinde,  
That (much I fear) there's little left behind.  
But thou (brave man) bidst freely farewell it,  
We'll raise Fifteen, and Subsidies of wit  
Shall fill thy serviceable pate again,  
Whose ponderous weight shall tyre thy bearing brain.  
Then sear not, man, but spend it whilst thou hast it,  
To do thy Country service 'tis not wasted.  
This Author says, thy book o'r-throwes him quite,  
And therefore bids both it and thee good night,  
The greatness of it puts him in such fears,  
That he'll read neither all, nor none, he swears.   

Richardus Martin.   

This friend of thine, thy wisdom cannot mock,  
Yet he entitles thee an Odd combed cock:  
IT had been all one, if at thy coming home,  
He had but placed the cock before the comb.  
To make thy name more learnedly appear,  
He calls thee here an Odd combed Chanticleer.   
I knew not who this should be, but it is the next English to Mr. Laurence whitaker's Outlandish.  

Now here's another like a true Attorney,  
Pleads very wisely, and applauds thy journey  
And fays, thy travels thou didst so decipher.  
As well the world may see thou art no cipher.  
And how thy book so lively out doth show thee,  
That whosoever doth see't, must truly know thee.   

Hugo Holland.   

This man doth praise thy tottered ragged shirt,  
Thy shoes and shanks at all he hath a flirst:  
And like a patiented bearing Ass, he says,  
Thou bearest thy load through fair & foulest ways  
And for in carriage thou didst prove so able,  
At night thou layst with jades within a stable.  
Thou wast not only in thy pace an ass,  
But thou all other asses didst surpass.  
All beasts in knowledge were to thee but weak,  
For thou the tongue of Balaam● ass didst speak.  
But much I fear, thy book in print will stain,  
Because thou art not di'da (●●●) in grain.   

The Preamble to the Parallel, and the Epilogue.   

Again, this Author thinks it no great, slander,  
To say thou fitly mayst be called a Gander.  
Brave trotting traveller, thy fame he hisses,  
And makes thy wit inferior to Ulysses,  
And if he laugh not at thee, much he fears,  
In angry spleen thou'lt have him by the cares.  
Therefore he'll laugh at thee, and so will I.  
In hope to scape thy furious rage thereby.   

Next, in the ancient famous Cambrian tongue,  
To call thee noddy, he accounts no wrong.  
T'interpret this, I need to go to School,  
I wots not what he means, except a (●●●).   

Robertus Riccomontanus.   

A large relation this thy friend did write,  
Describing thee a monstrous man of might:  
And bids thee venture such another task,  
And at thy back return he'll have a cask,  
Much bigger than the Heidelbergian bombard,  
To keep thy works, that never can be numbered.   

Christopherus Brooke Eboraconsit.   

This Gentleman in some unmeasured measure,  
Compares thee unto Homer and to Caesar.  
Old Homer's Iliads are but idle tales,  
Weighed with thy works, thy book will turn the cales.  
And like great Caesar he doth thee commend,  
For thou, like him, hast all thy travels penned,  
But yet, me thinks he plays the merry fox,  
And in thy praises writes a Paradox.   

johannes Hoskins, Cabalistical, or Horse verse.   

Hold, holla, holla, wee-hee, stand, I say,  
Here's one with horse-verse doth thy praise dissplay:  
Without all sense, or reason, form, or hue,  
He kicks and stings, and winces thee thy due.  
He maketh shift in speeches mystical,  
To write strange verses Cabalistical;  
Much like thy book and thee, in wit, and shape,  
Whilst I in imitation am his Ape.   

Mount Maluora swimming on a big-limbed guat,  
And Titan tilting with a flaming Swan,  
Great Atlas flying on a winged Sprat,  
Armed with the Hemispheres huge warming pan.  
Or like the triple Urchins of the Ash,  
That lie and she through Morpheus sweet-faced door,  
Doth drown the stars with a Poledavies flash,  
And make the smooth-heeled ambling rocks to ro●●  
Even so this tall Colombrum Pigmy steeple,  
That boreas the Butterfly above the sphere;  
Pulls AEolus tail, and Neptune's mountains tipple●  
Whilst Coloquintida his fame shall rear.  
Lo thus my Muse, in stumbling jadish verse,  
On horseback and on foot thy praise rehearse.   

Pricksong.   

Here's one harmoniously thy same doth raise,  
With Pricksong verse to give thee prick & praise;  
But prick nor spur can make thee mend thy tro●,  
For thou by nature art nor cold nor hot:  
But a mere natural, neutral amongst men,  
Armed like the bristles of a Porcupen.   

If French, or Venice Punks had fired or scald thee,  
This man had never raw-boned Coriat called thee:  
Thou that so many Climates hotly coasted,  
I wonder much thou wast not boiled nor roasted.  
Yet every man that erst thy carcase saw,  
Are much in doubt if thou be'st roast or raw,   

johannes Pawlet, de George Henton.   

Now here's another in thy praises ran,  
And would entitle thee the great god Pan.  
No warming pan thou art I plainly see,  
No fire-pan, nor no frying-pan canst thou be.  
Thou art no creame-pan neither, worthy man,  
Although thy wits lie in thy heads brainpan.   

Lionel Cranfield   

This Gentleman thy wondrous travels rips,  
And nothing that may honour thee, he skips.  
Thy iron memory thy book did write,  
I prithee keep a wench to keep it bright;  
For cankered rust, I know will iron fret,  
And make thee wit and memory forget.  
Left rust therefore, thy memory should devour,  
I'd have thee hire a Tinker it to scour.   

johannes Sutclin.   

Now here's a friend doth to thy fame confess,  
Thy wit were greater if thy work were less.  
He from thy labour treats thee to give o'er,  
And then thy case and wit will be much more.  
Lo thus thy small wit, and thy labour great,  
He summons to a peaceable retreat.   

Inigo jones.   

What living wight can in thy praise be dumb,  
Thou crowing Cock, that didst from Odcom come.  
This Gentleman amongst the rest doth flock,  
To sing thy fame, thou famous Odcombed cock.  
And learnedly, to do thee greater grace.  
Relates how thou canst screw thy verjuice face.  
He wishes him that scorns thy book to read,  
It at the session's house he chance to plead,  
That he may want his book, although he crave;  
But yet, thy book will sooner hang then save.  
So many gallows are in thy book,  
Which none can read without a hanging look.   

Georgius Siddenham.   

Now here's a Substantive stands by himself,  
And makes thee famous for an antic else:  
But yet, me thinks, he gives thee but a frump,  
In telling how thou kissed a wench's rump:  
To spoil her ruff, I think thou stoodst in fear●,  
That was the cause that made thee kiss her there.   

Robertus Halswell.   

Thy praise and worth this man accounts not small,  
But 'thad been greater, writing not at all:  
Thy book he calls Dame Admirations brother,  
I think the world unworthy such another.  
Thy book can make men merry that are sad '  
But such another sure will make men mad.   

johannes Gifford.   

This friend amongst the rest, takes little pain,  
To laud the issue of thy teeming brain:  
And to applaud thee with his best endeavour,  
He begs his wits to help him now or never.  
He bids grave Munster reverence thy renown,  
And lay his pen aside, and comb thy crown.  
He praises thee, as though he meant to split all:  
And says, thou art all wit (but yet no witall)  
Except thy head, which like a sconce or fort,  
Is barricadoed strong, left wits resort,  
Within thy brains should raise an insurrection,  
And so captive thy head to wits subjection.   

Robertus Corbet.   

The luggage of thy wit, thy Book he terms,  
The bag and baggage of thy legs and arms,  
That never can be understood by none,  
But only such as are like thee alone.   

johannes Donnes.   

This Gentleman commends thy Travels much,  
Because like thee, was never any such.  
December's thunder, nor hot julies' snow,  
Are nothing like the wonders thou dost show.   

johannes Chapman.   

Here's one in kindness learnedly compacts,  
Thy natural jests, and thy all natural acts,  
And craves the Reader would some pity take,  
To buy thy book, even for his own dear sake.  
For of thy travels, and thy great designs,  
There's little matter writ in many lines.  
Thou in much writing tak'st such great delight,  
That if men read, thou carest not what thou writ,  
This man could well afford to praise thee more,  
But that he's loath to have thee on his score:  
For he no longer will thy praise pursue,  
Lest he should pay thee more than is his due.   

johannes Owen.   

This Author (to thy fame) in friendship says;  
How ancient Writers penned the Ass' praise:  
And wishes some of them alive again,  
That they alone might thy high praises pen.   

Petrus Alley.   

Now here's a friend that loud thy glory rings,  
With Cannons, Sakers, Culverings, and Slings,  
Guns, drums, and fifes, and the thrill clang'rous trumpet  
Applauds thy courting the Venetian strumpet   

Samuel Page.   

This Gentleman accounts it no great wrong,  
Amidst thy praise, to say thy cares be long:  
His meaning my construction much surpasses,  
I wet not what he means, except an (●●●.)   

Thomas Momford.   

Here's a strange riddle puts me much in doubt,  
Thy head's within thy wit, thy wit's without:  
'Twere good some friend of thine would take the pains  
To put thy wit i'the inside of thy brains.  
For pity do not turn it out of door,  
Thy head will hold it, if'twere ten times more.   

Thomas Bastard.   

This Gentleman adviseth thee take heed,  
Lest on thy praise too greedily thou feed:  
But though, too much, a surfeit breed he says,  
Yet thou shalt surfeit, but not die of praise.   

Guilielmus Baker.   

Here's one by no means at thy same can wink,  
And says, how most men say thou pissest ink:  
If it be true, I'd give my guilded raper,  
That to thy ink thou couldst sir-reverence paper:  
Thy gains would be much more, thy charges less,  
When any works of thine come to the Press.  
'Twere good thy ears were pared from off thy head,  
'Twould stand Cosmographers in wondrous stead,  
To make a Globe to serve this massy earth,  
To be a map of laughter, and of mirth.  
All newfound sustian phrases thou dost sup,  
And 'gainst a dearth of words, dost hoard them up.  
Yet where thou comest, thou spendst thy prating pelse,  
Though no man understand thee, nor thyself.  
Thou art a jewel to be hanged most fit,  
In ears, whose heads are nothing, but all wit.  
And thy blown tongue will make great ships to sail  
From coast to coast, if wind and weather fail.   

Again.   

Again his Muse from sudden sleep is waked,  
And says, this book of thine is natural naked.  
Thou urely art a serviceable waiter,  
For when thou mad'st this book, thou didst not loiter.  
Yet much he doubts, if God or fiend will have thee,  
For if thou beest saved, sure thy book will save thee.  
If I to scape the gallows needs must read,  
I surely for another book will plead:  
The reason that incites me thereunto,  
Thy book to save thee hath enough to do.   

This man hath a Greek name.   

This Gentleman thy praise doth briefly note,  
Compares thy wit and senses to a Gore,  
And well thy breeding he hath here expressed,  
A Phoenix hatched from out the Wagtails nest.  
But let them say, and call thee what they will,  
Thou wast, and art, and wilt be Coriat still.   

Thomas Farnabie, alias Baiur●fc   

Here's one that like a careful true Collector,  
Tells, like a Bee, thou fill'st thy comb with Nectar:  
Die when thou wilt, in honour of thy Name,  
Ram-headed Belweathers shall ring thy fame.   

Guilielmus Austin.   

I think this Author doth equivocate,  
In writing of the word ●●●  
The word so prettily he seems to curtail,  
That I imagine it is done for sportall.  
But he persuades thee, travel once again,  
And make the world to surfeit with thy pen.   

Glareanus Vadeanus.   

Thou fatal imp to Glastenburie Abbey,  
The Prophecy includes thou art no baby,  
That over Odcombs' town must one day ferry,  
As Whiting erst did over Glastenberie.  
But yet 'tis pity one of thy rare skill.  
Should like the Monk be drowned upon a hill.  
If thou canst climb to heaven in hempen string,  
Thy same for ever then my Muse shall sing:  
But yet 'tis safer in a Trunk to hide,  
Then such a dangerous wincing jade to ride.   

johannes jackeson.   

Thou that hast travelled much from coast to coast,  
Come eat this Egg, that is nor raw nor roast:  
For like a friend, this man hath played the cook,  
And potched this Guinea Egg into thy book.   

Michael Draiton.   

Now here's another follows with a mess,  
In haste, before thy Book comes to the Press.  
The shortness of the time, is all his fault:  
But now he's come, and brings thee spoons & salt  
He says that thou hast taught the right behaviour,  
How with great men we all may live in favour.  
He bids thee live, and with their loves to join,  
Whose worth and virtues are most like to thine.   

Nicholas Smith.   

This Author lively hath thy fame expressed,  
But yet his lines are different from the rest:  
For all but he that do thy praises pen,  
Say thou art fare unlike to other men.  
But this man to thy honour doth relate,  
How many Courtiers thee do imitate;  
And how for fear thou shouldst be stolen away,  
They make themselves as like thee as they may.  
For if they lose thee by false theft. or slaughter,  
The Court (I fear) will weep for want of laughter,  
Thy greatness here the purblind world may see,  
He says (not I) thy peers have judged thee:  
Stand to their censures then, make no denial,  
For surely thou hast had a noble trial.   

Laurentius Emley.   

Here's one commends thy book, and body's pain,  
And counsels thee to travel once again;  
Whereas the treasure of thy wit and body,  
Shall tyre each lumpish ass, and dronish noddy.  
A horse that bears thy corpses, more ease shall find,  
Then men can have in bearing of thy mind:  
For in thy mind is many a pair of gallows,  
Waighs more than thee, or twenty of thy fellows.  
Was nothing in thy journey, small or much,  
But in thy mind thou barrell'dst it in pickle:  
So that if men to see thy mind were able.  
There's more confusion than was ere at Babel.  
For there's confusion both of tongues and towers,  
Of lofty steeples, and of lowly bowers.  
Of libbets, racks, and round nor menting wheels,  
Of Haddocks, Paddocks, and of slipp'rie Eeles:  
Of wit, of sense, of reason, death, and life,  
Of love, of hate, of concord, and of strife.  
The seven deadly sins, and liberal Arts,  
Do in thy mind discord, and have ta'en parts.  
It is a doubt which side the conquest wins,  
Either the liberal Arts, or deadly sins.  
Not forty Elephants can bear the load,  
Of ponderous things, that have in thee abode.  
Thy mind weighs more than I can write or speak,  
Which heavy burden Atlas back would break.   

johannes Davis'.   

This Gentleman thy travels doth relate,  
Applauding much the hardness of thy pate:  
I think thy head's as hard as steel, or rocks,  
How could thy coxcomb else endure such knocks?  
The bravest Smiths of Britain have ta'en pains,  
To beat upon the anvil of thy brains.  
But let them beat, thou canst abide the blows,  
Thou countest them favours which thy friends bestows,  
One with a coxcomb hits thee o'er the comb,  
Another with an Ass' ears strikes home:  
Another with a fool's coat, and a cap,  
As hard as he can drive, gives thee a clap:  
But let them strike with what they please to strike,  
Thy hardened head will not their strokes dislike.  
The blows the Boor did give thee in the vineyard,  
Thou puttest them up, & never drewest thy whiniard:  
Thou took'st a beating from a boorish foeman,  
I hope that thou wilt scorn a knock from no man.   

Richardus Badley   

Here's one whose lines commend thee with the most,  
And says, how that a fool at Pentecost,  
(At Whitsuntide he means) did overthrew thee,  
And at thy own blunt weapon over-crow thee.  
If it be true, me thinks 'tis wondrous strange,  
That thou so many countries o'er shouldst range:  
And hast the tongues of Latin and of Greek,  
Yet against a fool shouldst have thy wits to seek.  
I at the Session's house the like have seen,  
When malefactors at the bar have been,  
Being well-read Scholars, for their book would plead,  
Yet for their lives have had no power to read.  
So thou great Polypragmon waste more gravelled  
With this wise fool, them elsewher as thou travelled.   

Henricus Peacham.   

Of all rare sights, in city, court, or town,  
This Author says, thou bravely puttest them down;  
The horrid dark eclipse of Sun or Moon,  
The Lion Elephant, or the Baboon:  
The huge Whale-bone, that's hanged up at Whitehall,  
The sight of thee puts down the devil and all.  
Tricks, jigs, and motions, are but idle toys,  
The sight of thee their glories all destroys.  
The sweetness of thy Phisnomy is such,  
That many to behold it would give much.  
But they are blind, and would give more to see,  
And therefore would give much to look on thee.   

The Viopian Tongue.   

Thoytem Ass Coria Tushrump cod she adirustie,  
Mungrellimo whish whap rag dicete tottrie,  
Mangelusquem verminets nipsem barely battimsore  
Culliandolt travellerebumque graiphone trutchmore.  
Pusse per mew (Odcomb) gull abelgsk foppery shig shag  
Cock a peps Comb settishamp, Idioshte momulus tag rag.   

jacobus Field.   

This Author amongst the rest in kindness comes  
To grace thy travels with a world of Toms:  
Tom Thumb, Tom fool, Tom piper, and Tomasse,  
Thou Tom of Toms dost all these Toms surpass.  
Tom telltruth is a foolish gull to thee,  
There's no comparisons 'twixt thee and he.  
If telltruth Tom were any of thy kin,  
I think thy Book not half so big had been.   

Clareanus Videanus.   

Not last, nor least, but near thy praises end,  
This worthy man thy worthless works commend:  
No scurvy idle name he will thee call,  
And therefore he will call thee none, but all.  
If I on every Epithet should write,  
Thy friends bestow on thee, thou wand'ring wight,  
No Reader than durst on my writings look,  
They would so far outswell thy boisterous book.  
But shortest writ, the greatest wit affords,  
And greatest wit, consists in fewest words.   

Thus Monsieur Coriat, at your kind request,  
My recantation here I have expressed,  
And in my Commentaries have been bold  
To write of all that have your fame enrolled,  
I mean of such, my wit can understand;  
That speak the language of the Britain land.  
But for the Latin, French, the Greek, or Spanish,  
Italian, or the Welsh, from them I vanish.  
I on these tongues by no means can comment,  
For they are out of my dull Element.  
Consider with yourself, good Sir, I pray,  
Who hath been bolder with you, I, or they?  
If I, I vow to make you satisfaction,  
Either in words, or pen, or manly action:  
I have been bold to descant on each jest,  
Yet from the Text I nothing wrong did wrest:  
My lines may be compared to the Thames,  
Whose gliding current, and whose glassy streams,  
On which if men do look, as in a glass,  
They may perceive an ass to be an ass,  
An owl an owl, a man to be a man:  
And thou, thou famous great Odcombian,  
Shalt see thyself descypherd out so plain,  
Thou shalt have cause to thank me for my pain.  
But holla, holla, whither runs my pen?  
I yet have descanted what other men  
Have wrote before: but now I think it fit  
To add additions of mine own to it.  
I yet have champed what better writers chawed,  
And now my Muse incites me to applaud  
Thy worth, thy fortune, and thy high desert,  
That all the world may take thee Ass thou art.  
And now to sing thy glory I begin,  
Thy worthy welcome unto Bossoms Inn.   

M'coriats' entertainment at Bossoms Inn.  

IEwes-trumpt & Bagpipes, music high and low,  
Stretch to the height your merry squeaking notes  
And all you Cockney cocks clap wings and crow,  
Here comes an Odcomb cock will eat no oats.  
Pipes, tabers, fiddles, treble, and the base,  
Blow, sound, and scrape, fill all the air with mirth:  
Blind harpers all your instruments uncase.  
And welcome home the wonder of the earth:  
Great Coriat, mirror of the fourfold world,  
The fountain whence Alacrity doth flow,  
On whom rich Nature natural gifts hath hurled,  
Whom all admire, from Palace to the Blow:  
The only Aristarck-asse of this age,  
The main Exchequer of all madcap glee;  
For Fortune thrust him on this earthly stage,  
That he the only Thing of Things should be.  
He that so many galling steps hath traced,  
That in so many countries erst hath been,  
And to his eviternall same is graced,  
To be well welcomed unto Bossoms Inn.  
Unto which place, whilst Christians time doth last  
If any once in progress chance to come,  
They of my Lords great bounty needs must taste,  
Which oftentimes doth prove a ponderous sum  
For why, my lusty liberal minded Lord  
Is very friendly to all passengers,  
And from his bounty freely doth afford  
Both pounds, and purses to all messengers.  
And thither now is Monsieur Odcombe come,  
Who on his own backside receiu●d his pay;  
Not like the entertainment of jacke Drum,  
Who was best welcome when he went his way,  
But he not taking my Lord's coin for current,  
Against his Lordship and his followers raves,  
Like to a cruel all-devouring torrent,  
These words he uttered stuffed with thundering br●●  
Bafe vassals of the black infernal den,  
Untutored peasants to the fiends of hell,  
Damned Incubuses in the shapes of men,  
Whose mind's the sink where impious dealings dwell;  
Cursed age, when buzzards, owls, and blinded bats,  
Against the princely Eagle rise in swarms,  
When weazels, polecats, hungry tau'ning rats,  
Against the Lion raise rebellious arms,  
When as the offal of the vilest earth,  
Rail roguishly 'gainst their superior powers,  
And seem to contradict them in their mirth,  
And blast with stinking breath their pleasat hours,  
When base mechanic muddy-minded slaves,  
Whose choicest food is garlic and green cheese,  
The cursed offspring of hell's horrid caves,  
Rude rugged rascals, clad in pelt and freeze.  
And such are you you damned Tartarian whelps,  
Unmannered mongrels, sons of Cerberu●,  
Whom Pluto keeps for speedy hellish helps,  
T'increase the monarchy of Erebus.  
But now my Muse with wrinkled laughter filled,  
Is like to bursts: O hold my sides, I pray,  
For strait my Lord by his commandment wild,  
(Cause Coriat did his Lordship disobey)  
That in the Basket presently, they mount him,  
And let him see his ancient royal tower:  
For he hath mazed them all, that they account him  
To be some mighty man, of forceless power:  
And now the matter plainer to disclose,  
A little while I'll turn my verse to prose.    

2. Oration.  
COntaminous, pestiferous, preposterous, stygmaticall, slavonians, slubberdegullions; since not the external unualued trappings, comparisons, or accoutrements, that I wear as outward ornaments or invelloping of the more internal beauty of the mind that is ●●is incaged within them; since not the eye-amazing character of my austere Physiognomy: since not the sword of Aiax, nor the words of ●vlisses; since no means, nor project, neither of aforce or policy, could stay the rugged r●busti●ous rage that your innated hereditary incivility or inhumanity hath made you to inflict ●on me: I vow and swear, by the burning heard of scorching Sol, and by the bloody cutthroat cuttleaxe of swaggering Mars, and by the dimple fair Venus' chin, and by the armed cornuted front of sweeting Vulcan, that I will execute on you such confounding vengeance that your offsprings offspring, to the 39 generation, shall ban with execrations as bitter as coloquintida the day, hour, and bald-pa●●ed Time of this your audacious insolency. And thou ignoble horse-rubbing peasant, that by the borrowed title of a Lord (being but a vilipendious mechanical Ostler, hast laid this insulting insupportable command on me: the time shall come, when thou shalt cast thy antic authority, as a snake casts her skin; and then thou for an example to future posterities shalt make an unsavoury period of thy malevolent days in litter and horse-dongue.  
No sooner was this grave Oration ended,  
Whereto my Lord, and all his train attended,  
Being strooken in an admirable maze,  
That they like Ghosts on one another gaze:  
Quoth one, This, man doth conjure sure I think,  
No Quoth another, He is much in drink: ●  
Nay quoth a third, I doubt he's raging mad.  
Faith, quoth my Lord, he's a most dangerous lad:  
For such strange English from his tongue doth slide,  
As no man (but himself) can speak beside.  
If those that with their damnable intent,  
Intended to blow up the Parliament,  
Had had but him, and half a dozen such,  
In gunpowder 'twould sure have saved them much,  
For why their tongs with blown combustious words,  
Had done more scathe than gunpowder or swords.  
But let him hang until his clamorous tongue  
Untwisted with smother garb this saucy wrong.  
Yet I imagine some strange secret work,  
Did in his hanging in the Basket lurk.  
What greater fame could to his glory rise,  
Then with a rope to travel t'ward the skies:  
And there to do his carcase greatest grace,  
Among the gods to give him Momus place:  
For Saturn, jupiter, and Phaeton's Dad,  
Are all enamoured on this lovely lad.  
Mars, Venus, and the tell-tale Mercury,  
Do all desire Tom Coriats' company.  
And Luna, sure thee's quite beside her wits,  
Still wavering changing, with fantastic fits;  
'tis thought she never will come to herself,  
Till she possess this worthy worthless else.  
For he's the man that Nature makes her casket,  
To mount the skies in triumph in a basket.  
But out alas my Muse, where hast thou been?  
I should have kept myself at Bosom's Inn.  
And see how I have scaled the spongy clouds.  
But 'tis his worth my meditations crowds  
To this extravagant impertinence,  
As being ravished with his eminence.  
But blame me not: for he's the gig of time,  
Whom sharpest wits have whip● with sportful rhyme:  
And some would wear their sharp-edged Muses blunt,  
If in his praise they longer time should hunt.  
But here's my comfort, I am not alone,  
That under this most ponderous burden groan.  
There's some like me, have in his laud been bizzie:  
But I have made my pericranion dizzy,  
To sing the worth of this all wordy squire,  
Whom sea and land, and fish and flesh admire.  
And now his contemplation prompts his tongue,  
To tune his voice to a more milder song  
His tongue that broke the peace, must peace procure.  
That (like Achilles' lance) can wound and cure.  
And once more, Reader, humbly I entreat,  
That I in spouting Prose may now repeat  
His Oratories smooth-faced Epilogue.  
O for some Academic Pedagogue  
T' instruct my brain, and help my artless quill,  
To mount his fame past Gads, or Shooter's hill.   

2. Oration.  
THrice valorous followers of a four times thrice triple more valiant Leader, if I had the tongue of Hermes the Prolocutor to the gods, or as many singers as hundre●-handed B●iareus; if surging Neptune were converted into ink, or the rugged ragged face of our ancient mother Tellus were ●aper, yet could not the verbali volubility, or elocution of my voice, nor the agility, dexterity, or facility of my hands, nor the spacious, unmeasurable, numberless white innocent paper; no none of all these could either speak, writ, or by any other means declare, or make a true explanation of the reverence I bear to your Lordship, and the deep heart-gnawing contrition, that lies congealed or conglutinated to my heart. Then, since out of the imbecility of my rashness, and the debility of my capacity, I was so fare transported beyond the bounds of patience: in all humility, with a mind dejected, with hands erected, with knees genuflected, with a heart affected, and with a whole microcosm subjected. I beg your Lordship's graceless favours, that although my crime is unmeasurable, yet I hope your Lordship will not forget to become miserable.  
No sooner was this last Oration uttered, b●● that my Lord and all his counsel muttered to unhang Thomas that had talked so wisely.   

Epilogue to Mr Coriat.  
Thus to the Ocean of thy boundless fame,  
I consecrate these rude unpolished lines,  
To thee whose Muse can men and monsters tame,  
Whose wit the vault of wisdom undermines.  
Whose powdered phrases with combustions flame,  
Like Glow-worms in the darkest dark do shine.  
To them in all Sir reverence, I submit,  
Thou mired admired Capcase, crammed with wit.    
FINIS.   

MASTER THOMAS CORIAT TO HIS FRIENDS IN ENGLAND SENDS GREETING, From Agra, the Capital City of the Dominion of the Great MOGOLL in the Eastern India.  
Printed according to the true Copy of the Letter written with his own hand in the Persian paper, and sent home in the good Ship called the Globe, belonging to the Company of East India Merchants:  
With an addition of 200. Verses written by I. T. that like a Gentleman Usher goes bare before his pragmatical Prose, in commendation of his Travels.  
SOme may perhaps suppose this Prose is mine,  
But all that know thee, will be sworn 'tis thine:  
For (as 'twas said b' a learned Cambridge Scholar)  
(Who knows the style, may smell it by the Collet  
The Prose (I swear) is Coriats', he did make it,  
And who dares claim it from him, let him take it.  

Certain Verses in commendations of this mirror of footmanship, this Catholic or universal Traveller, this European, Asian, African Pilgrim, this well letterd, well littered discoverer and Cosmographical describer Master Thomas Coriat of Odcombe.  
O Thou, whose sharp toes cut the Globe in quarters,  
Mongst jews & Greeks & tyrannising Tartars:  
Whose glory through the vasty Welkin rumbles,  
And whose great Acts more than mine Muses mumbles,  
Whose rattling Fame Apollo's daughters thunders,  
Midst afric monsters, and 'mongst Asian wonders;  
Accept these footed Verses I implore thee,  
That here (Great Footman) go on foot before thee:  
To ●●●g thy praise I would my Muse enforce,  
●●● that (alas) she is both harsh and hoarse:  
And therefore pardon this my Love's Epistle,  
For though she cannot sing, I'll make her whistle.   

IN PRAISE OF THE AUTHOR MASTER THOMAS CORIAT.  
THou that the world with pleasures full haste pleasured,  
And out of measure many kingdoms measured.  
Whilst men (like swine) do in their vices wallow,  
And not one dares for's ears thy steps to follow;  
Not one within the Compass of the Cope,  
Like thee that dares survey the Horoscope:  
For who is he that dares call it a lie,  
That thou hast trotted into Italy?  
By th'edge of France, and skirts of Spain thoust rambled;  
Through Belgia & through Germany thoust ambled.  
And Denmark, Sweden, Norway, Austria,  
Pruce, Poland Hungary, Musconia,  
With Thracia, and the land of merry Greeks',  
All these and more applaud thee, that who seeks  
Upon the top of Mount Olympus front,  
Perhaps may see thy name ensculpt upon't.  
And he that durst detract thy worth in Europe,  
I wish he may be hanged up in a new rope.  
It were a world of business to repeat  
Thy walks through both the Asia's, less & great,  
Whereas (no doubt) but thou hast ta'en survey  
Of China and the kingdom of Ca●●y,  
Th' East Indies, Persia, Parthia, Media,  
Armenia, and the great Assyria,  
Caldea, jury, (if we not mistake us)  
Thou hast o'r-looked the Sea called Mortuus Lacus.  
And I durst venture somewhat for a wager,  
Thou hast seen jonia, Lydia, Misia Maior,  
Old Ilium's Ruins, and the wracks of Priam,  
But of Invention I (alas) so dry am,  
I beat my brains and with outrageous thumping,  
My lines fall from my pen with extreme pumping,  
Avaunt, dull Morpheus, with thy leaden spirit,  
Can matter want of him that wants no merit?  
As he through Syria and Arabia's coasting,  
My lines from Asia into Africa posting,  
I'll follow him alongst the River Nilus,  
In Egypt, where false Crocodiles beguile us.  
Through Mauritania to the town of Dido,  
That flew herself by power of god Cupid  
The Kingdoms unsuruaid he'll not leave one  
From Zona Foride, to the Frozen Zone.  
With Prester john in AEthiopia,  
And th'airy Empire of Utopia.   

A SHORT DESCRIPTION OF THE LONGING desire that AMERICA hath to entertain this unmatchable Perambulator.  
AMerica, A merry K, Peru.  
Unhappy all in having not thy view:  
Virginia of thy worth doth only hear,  
And longs the weight of thy footsteps to bear:  
Return thee, O return thee quickly than,  
And see the mighty Court of Powhatan;  
Then shall great Volumes with thy Travels swell,  
And Fame ring louder than Saint Pulchers Bell.  
Then mayst thou (if thou please) despite the Devil,  
End thy good days within the Town of Evil.  
And then at Odcombe thou entombed mayst be,  
Where Travellers may come thy shrine to see,  
By which the Sexton may more money get,  
Then Mecaes' Priests do gain by Mahomet.  
These Letters following, which thou didst subscribe  
Unto thy Mother and th' Odcombian Tribe,  
Declare thy Art, and also whence thou art,  
And whence, from thence thy purpose is to part.  
Thy learned Oration to the mighty Mogul,  
All men thereby may see if thou be'st no gull,  
'tis so compactly and exactly writ,  
It shows an extraordinary wit.  
For write thou what thou please, ('tis thy good lot)  
Men like it, though they understand it not.   

A LITTLE REMEMBRANCE OF HIS VARIETY OF TONGVES, AND Politic form of Travel.  
A Very Babel of confused Tongues,  
Unto thy little Microcosms belongs,  
That to what place socuer thou dost walk,  
Thou wilt lost nothing through the want of talk.  
For thou canst kiss thy hand, and make a leg,  
And wisely canst in any language beg:  
And sure to beg 'tis policy (I note)  
It sometimes saves the cutting of thy throat:  
For the worst thief that ever lived by stealth,  
Will never kill a beggar for his wealth.  
But who is't but thy wisdom doth admire,  
That doth unto such high conceits aspire?  
Thou tak'st the bounty of each bounteous giver,  
And drinkest the liquor of the running river:  
Each Kitchen where thou comest, thou hast a Cook,  
Thou never run'st on score unto the Brook;  
For if thou didst, the Brook and thou wouldst 'gree,  
Thou run'st from it, and it doth run from thee.  
In thy return from Agra and Assmere,  
By thy relation following doth appear,  
That thou dost purpose learnedly to fling  
A rare Oration to the Persian King.  
Then let the idle world prate this, and that,  
The Persian King will give thee (God knows what.)  
And furthermore to me it wondrous strange is,  
How thou dost mean to see the River Ganges,  
With Tigris, Euybrates, and Nimrode Babel,  
And the unhappy place where Cain slew Abel.  
That if thou were in Hebrew circumcised,  
The Rabbyes all were wondrous ill advised;  
Nay more they were all Coxcombs, all stark mad,  
To think thou wert of any Tribe but Gad.  
Sure, in thy youth thou at'st much running fare,  
As Trotters, Neates-feets, and the swift-foot Hare,  
And so by inspiration fed it bred  
Two going feet to bear one running head.  
Thou fill'st the Printers Press with grief & mourning,  
Still gaping, and expecting thy returning:  
All Paul's Churchyard is filled with melancholy,  
Not for the want of books, or wit; but folly  
It is for them, to grieve too much for thee,  
For thou wilt come when thou thy time shalt see.  
But yet at one thing much my Muse doth muse,  
Thou dost so many commendations use  
Unto thy mother, and to diverse friends,  
Thou hast remembered many kind commends,  
And till the last, thou didst forget thy Father,  
I know not why, but this conceit I gather,  
That as men sitting at a feast to eat,  
Begin with Beef, Pork, Mutton, and such meat,  
And when their stomaches are a little cloyed,  
This first course than the Voider doth avoid:  
The anger of their hunger being past,  
The Pheasant and the Partridge comes at last.  
This (I imagine) in thy mind did fall,  
To note thy Father last to close up all.  
First to thy Mother here thou dost commend,  
And lastly to thy Father thou dost send:  
She may command in thee a Filial awe,  
But he is but thy Father by the Law.  
To hear of thee, mirth every heart doth cheer,  
But we should laugh outright to have thee here.  
For who is it that knows thee but would choose,  
Farther to have thy presence then thy news.  
Thou show'st how well thou setst thy wits to work,  
In tickling of a misbelieving Turk:  
He called thee Giaur, but thou so well didst answer  
(Being hot and fiery, like to crabbed Caucer)  
That if he had a Turk ' of ten pence been,  
Thou toldst him plain the errors he was in;  
His Alkaren, his Moskyes are whim-whams,  
False bugbear babbles, fables all that dams,  
Slights of the Devil, that bring perpetual woe,  
Thou wast not mealy mouthed to tell him so,  
And when thy talk with him thou didst give over,  
As wise he parted as he was before:  
His ignorance had not the power to see  
Which way, or how to edify by thee:  
But with the Turk (thus much I build upon)  
If words could have done go●d, it had been done.   

The superscription, Sent from Azmere, the Court of the great and mightiest Monarch of the East, called the great MOGUL in the Eastern India: To be conveyed To my dear and loving Mother, Mrs Garthered Coriat, at her house in the Town of Evil in Somersetshire. I pray you deliver this letter at Gerard's Hall, to Christopher Guppie, a Carrier, (if he be yet living) or else to some other honest trusty Messenger, to be conveyed with all convenient speed to the place aforesaid.  

MASTER THOMAS CORIATS' COMMENDATIONS TO HIS friends in England. From Agra, the Capital City of the Dominion of the Great MOGOLL in the Eastern India, the last of October, 1616.  
Most dear and well-beloved Mother,  
THough I have superscribed my letter from Azmere, the Court of the greatest Monarch of the East, called the Great Mogoll in the Eastern India, which I did to this end, that those that have the charge of conveyance thereof, perceiving such a title, may be the more careful and diligent to convey it safely to your hands: yet in truth the place from which I wrote this letter, is Agra, a City in the said Eastern India, which is the Metropolitan of the whole Dominion of the foresaid King Mogoll, and ten day's journey from his Court at the said Azmere. From the same Azmere I departed the 12 day of September, An. 1616, after my ●●bode there 12 months and 60 days; which though I confess it were a too long time to remain in one and the selfsame place, yet for two principal causes it was very requisite for me to remain there some reasonable time: first, to learn the languages of those Countries, through which I am to pass betwixt the bounds of the Territories of this Prince and Christendom, namely these three, the Persian, Turkish, and Arab: which I have in some competent measure attained unto by my labour and industry at the said King's Court, matters as available unto me as money in my purse, as being the chiefest or rather only mean to get me money, if I should happen to be destitute: a matter very incidental to a poor Footman Pilgrim, as myself in these heathen and Mahometan Countries through which I travel: Secondly, that by the help of one of those languages, I mean the Persian, I might both procure unto myself access unto the King, and be able to express my mind unto him about the matter for the which I should have occasion to discourse with him. These were the reasons that moved me so long to tarry at the Mogul's Court, during which time I abode in the house of the English Merchants my dear Countrymen, not spending one little piece of money either for diet, washing, lodging, or any other thing. And as for the Persian tongue, which I studied very earnestly, I attained to that reasonable skill, and that in a few months, that I made an Oration unto the King before many of his Nobles in that language, and after I had ended the same, discoursed with his Majesty also in that tongue very readily and familiarly; the Copy of which speech, though the tongue itself will seem to an Englishman very strange and uncouth, as having no kind of affinity with any of our Christian languages, I have for novelty sake written out in this letter, together with the translation thereof in English, that you may show it to some of my learned friends of the Clergy, and also of the Temporalty in Evil, and elsewhere, who belike, will take some pleasure in reading so rare and unusual a tongue as this is. The Persian is this that followeth.   

The Copy of an Oration that I made in the Persian tongue, to the Great Mogoll, before diverse of his Nobles.  
HAzaret Aallum pennah salamet, fooker Daruces ve tehaungeshta haste am kernia emadam as wellagets door, gan az mulk Inglizan: ke kessanaion petheme mushacas cardand ke wellagets, mazcoor der acres magrub bood, ke mader hamma iezzaerts dunmast. Sabebbe amadane mari mia boosti char cheez hast au val be dedane mobarreckdeedars. Hazaret ke seete caramat ba hamma Trankestan reeseedast ooba tamam mulk Musulmanan der sheenedan awsaffe. Hazaret daveeda amadam be deedane hast own akdas mushar of geshtans duum bray deedane feelbay Hazaret, kin chunm ianooar der heech mulk ne dedam seu in bray deedane nauswer dairy ace shu●ma Ganga, ke Serdare hamma daryaba dumiest. Chaharum cen hast, keyec ferm own alishaion amayet fermoy and, ke betwanam der wellayetts Vzbeck raftan ba shahre Samarcand, bray Zeerat cardan cabbre mobarrec Saheb crawncab awsaffe tang oe mosachere oo der tamen aallum meshoor hast belkder wellagette Vzbec cencader meshoor neest chunan cheder mulc juglisan hast digr, bishare eshteeac darambe deedane mobarrec mesare Saheb crawnca bray ●●n saheb, che own samanche focheer de shabr stelzl boodam, ycaiaeb cohua amarat deedam derm●n yecush bawg nasdec sbaht mascoor coia che pa●●a●, Eezawiawn i namesh Manuel bood che Sa●●●● crawnea cush mehmannec aseem cards bood, be●d●●●●● gristane Sulten Baiasetra as iange aseem che s●●● bood nas dec shahre Bursa, coimache Saheb cra●● Sultan Baiasetra de Zenicera tell aio bestand, cod● cafes nahadond cen char cheese meera as mulche m●ium baneed tamia, as mulc Room oo Arrac pee●● geshta, as door der cen mulc reseedam, che ch●r b●sar pharsang raw dared, beshare derd co mo●●● casheedam che heech ches der een dunnia cenc●●●n mohuet ne casheedast bray deedune mobarrec ded●●s Hasereret own roo i be tacte shaugh ne shaugh●● musharaf fermoodand.   

The English of it is this.  
LOrd 
* This is the ordinary title that is given him by all strangers.  Protector of the world, all hail to you: I am a poor Traveller and worldseer, which am come hither from a fare country, namely England, which ancient Historians thought to have been situated in the farthe● bounds of the West, and which is the Queen of all the Lands in the world. The cause of my coming hither is for four respects. First, to see the blessed face of your Majesty, whose wonderful fame hath resounded over all Europe & the Mahometan Countries. When I heard of the fame of your Majesty, I hastened hither with speed, and traveled very cheerfully to see your glorious Court. Secondly, to see your Majesty's Elephants, which kind of beasts I have not seen in any other country. Thirdly, to see your famous River Ganges, which is the Captain of all the Rivers of the world. The fourth is this, to entreat your Majesty that you would vouchsafe to grant me your gracious Pass, that I may travel into the Country of Tartary to the City of Samarcand, to visit the blessed Sepulchre of the Lord of the Corners (this is a title that is given to Tamburlaine in this Country in that Persian language: and whereas they call him the Lord of the Corners, by that they mean that he was Lord of the corners of the world, that is, the highest and supreme Monarch of the Universe:) whose fame by reason of his wars and victories; is published over the whole world: perhaps he is not altogether so famous ●n his own Country of Tartary, as in England. Moreover, I have a great desire to see the blessed Tomb of the Lord of the Corners for this cause; for that when I was at Constantinople, I saw a notable old building in a pleasant garden near the said City, where the Christian Emperor that was called Emanuel, made a sumptuous great Banquet to the Lord of the Corners after he had taken Sultan Bajazet in letters of Gold, and put him in a cage of Iron. These four causes moved me to come out of by native. Counrrey thus fare, having traveled a foot through Turkey and Persia; so far have I traced the world into this Country, that my pilgrimage hath accomplished three thousand miles, wherein I have sustained much ●bour and toil, the like whereof no mortal ●●an in this World did ever perform, to see ●●e blessed face of your Majesty, since the first day that you were inaugurated in your glorious Monarchal throne.  
After I had ended my speech, I had some ●●ort discourse with him in the Persiam tongue, ●ho amongst other things told me, that concerning my travel to the City of Samarcand, ●● was not able to do me any good, because ●here was no great amity betwixt the Tarta●●an Princes and himself, so that his commendatory letters would do me no good ● Also he added, that the Tartars did so deadly hate all Christians, that they would certainly kill them when they came into their Country. So that he earnestly dissuaded me from the journey, if I loved my life and welfare; at last he concluded his discourse with me by a sum of money that he threw down from a window thorough which he looked out, into a sheet tied up by the four corners, and hanging very near the ground, a hundred pieces of silver, each worth two shillings sterling, which countervailed ten pounds of our English money: this business I carried so secretly by the help of my Persian, that neither our English Ambassador, nor any other of my Countrymen (saving one special, private, and intrinsical friend) had the least inkling of it, till I had throughly accomplished my design: for I well knew that our Ambassador would have stopped and Barricadoed all my proceeding therein, if he might have had any notice thereof, as indeed he signified unto me after I had effected my project, alleging this forsooth for his reason why he would have hindered me, because it would redound somewhat to the dishonour of our Nation, that one of our Country should present himself in that beggarly and poor fashion to the King, out of an insinuating humour to crave money of him. But I answered our Ambassador in that stout and resolute manner after I had ended my business, that he was contented to cease nibbling at me: never had I more need of money in all my life then at that time: for in truth I had but twenty shillings sterling left in my purse, by reason of a mischance I had in one of the Turks Cities called Emert in the country of Mesopotamia, where a miscreant Turk stripped me of almost all my monies, according as I wrote unto you in a very large letter the last year, which I sent from the Court of this mighty Monarch by one of my Countrymen that went home by Sea in an English ship laden with the commodities of this India: which letter I hope came to your hands long since. After I had been with the King, I went to a certain Noble and generous Christian of the Armenian race, two days journey from the Mogul's court, to the end to observe certain remarkable matters in the same place, to whom, by means of my Persian tongue, I was so welcome; that he entertained me with very civil & courteous compliment, and at my departure gave me very bountifully twenty pieces of such kind of money as the King had done before, counteruayling forty shillings sterling, About ten days after that, I departed from Azmere the court of the Mogoll Prince, to the end to begin my Pilgrimage after my long rest of fourteen months back again into Persia, at what time our Ambassador gave me a piece of Gold of this King's Coin worth four and twenty shillings, which I will save (if it be possible) till my arrival in England: so that I have received for benevolences since I came into this country, twenty marks sterling, saving two shillings eight pence, and by the way upon the confines of Persia, a little before I came into this country, three and thirty shillings four pence in Persian money of my Lady Shirley: a● this present I have in the City of Agra, wherehence I wrote this letter, about twelve pounds, sterling, which according to my manner of living upon the way at two pence sterling a day (for with that proportion I can live pretty well, such is the cheapness of all eateable things in Asia; drinkable things costing nothing, for seldom do I drink in my pilgrimage any other liquor then pure water) will maintain me very competently three years in my travel with meat, drink, and clothes. Of these gratuities which have been given me, willingly would I send you some part, as a demonstration of the filial love and affection which every child bred in civility and humility, aught to perform to his loving and good mother: but the distance of space betwixt this place and England, the hazard of men's lives in so long a journey, and also the infidelity of many men, who though they live to come home, are unwilling to render an account of the things they have received, do not a little discourage me to send any precious token unto you; but if I live to come one day to Constantinople again (for thither I do resolve to go once more by the grace of Christ, and therehence to take my passage by land into Christendom over renowned Greece) I will make choice of some substantial and faithful Countryman, by whom I will send some pretty token, as an expression of my dutiful and obedient respect unto you, I have not had the opportunity to see the King of Persia as yet since I came into this country, but I have resolved to go to him when I come next into his Territories, and to search him out wheresoever I can find him in his Kingdom; for seeing I can discourse with him in his Persian tongue, I doubt not but that going unto him in the form of a Pilgrim, he will not only entertain me with good words, but also bestow some worthy reward upon me beseeming his dignity and person; for which cause I am provided beforehand with an excellent thing written in the Persian-tongue, that I mean to present unto him: and thus I hope to get benevolences of worthy persons, to maintain me in a competent manner in my whole pilgrimage till come into England, which I hold to be as laudable and a more secure course, then if I did continual carry store of money about me, In the letter which I wrote unto you by an English ship the last year, I made relation unto you both of my journey from the once holy Jerusalem hither, and of the state of this King's Court, and the Customs of this Country, therefore I hold it superfluous to repeat the same things again: but what the Countries are, that I mean to see betwixt this and Christendom, and how long time I will spend in each country, I am unwilling to advertise you of at this present, desiring rather to signify that unto you after I have performed my design then before; howbeit in few words, I will tell you of certain Cities of great renown in former times, but now partly ruined, that I resolve (by God's help) to see in Asia, where I now am, namely, ancient Babylon and Nimrods' Tower, some few miles from Ninive, and in the same the Sepulchre of the Prophet jonas, spacious and goodly; C●● in Egypt, heretofore Memphis, upon the famous River Nilus, where Moses, Aaron, and the children of Israel lived with K. Pharaoh, whose ruined Palace is showed there till this day, and a world of other movable things as memorable as any City of the whole world yields, saving only jerusalem: but in none of these, or any other Cities of note, do I determine to linger as I have done in other places, as in Constantinople and Azmere, in this Eastern India, only some few days will I tarry in a principal city of fame, to observe every principal matter there, and so be gone. In this city of Agra, where I am now, I am to remain about 6. weeks longer, to the end to expect an excellent opportunity, which then will offer itself unto me, to go to the famous river Ganges about 5. days journey from this, to see a memorable meeting of the gentle people of this country, called Baicans, whereof about four hundred thousand people go thither of purpose to bathe and shave themselves in the River, and to sacrifice a world of gold to the same River, partly in stamped money, and partly in massy great lumps and wedges, throwing it into the River as a sacrifice, and doing other strange Ceremonies most worthy the observation: such a notable spectacle it is, that no part of all Asia, neither this which is called the great Asia, nor the lesser, which is now called Anatolia, the like is to be seen. This show do they make once every year, coming thither from places almost a thousand miles off, and honour their River as their God, Creator, and Saviour; superstition and impiety most abominable in the highest degree of these brutish Ethnics, that are aliens from Christ and the commonwealth of Israel. After I have seen this show, I will with all expedition repair to the city of Lahore, twenty days journey from this, and so into Persia, by the help of my blessed Christ.  
Thus have I imparted unto you some good accidents that happened unto me, since I wrote a letter unto you the last year from the King's Court, and some little part of my resolution for the disposing of a part of my time of abode in Asia. Therefore now I will ●●a● to a conclusion; the time I cannot lia●● when I shall come home, but as my merciful God and Saviour shall dispose of it. A long rabble or commendations like to that which I wrote in my last letter to you. I hold not so requisite to make at this present: Therefore with remembrance of some few friends names, I will, but up my present Epistle. I pray you recommend me first in Odcombe to Master Gallop, and every good body of his family, if he liveth yet, to Master B●r●b, his wife, and all his family, to all the Knights, William Chum, john Selly, Hugh Donne, and their wives, to Master Atkins, and his wife at Norton. I pray you commend me in Evil to these, to old Master Seward, if he liveth, his wife and children; the poor widow Derby, old Master Dyer, and his Son john, Master Ewins old and young, with their wives, Master Phelpes and his wife, M. Star and his wife, with the rest of my good friends there, (I had almost forgotten your husband) to him also, to Ned Barber and his wife, to William jenings: commend me also I pray you, and that with respectful terms, to the godly and reverend fraternity of Preachers, that every second Friday meet at a religious exercise at Evil, at the least if that exercise doth continue, pray read this letter to them, for I think they will be well pleased with it, by reason of the novelties of things. And so finally, I commit you, and all them, to the blessed protection of Almighty God.  
From Agra the Capital City of the Dominion of the great Mogoll, in the Eastern India the last of October 1616.  
Your dutiful, loving and obedient Son, now a desolate Pilgrim in the World, THOMAS CORIAT.    

The Copy of a speech that I made to a Mahometan in the Italian tongue.  
THe Copy of a speech that I made extempore in the Italian tongue to a Mahometan at a City called Moltan in the Eastern India, two days journey beyond the famous River Indus, which I have passed, against Mahomet and his accursed Religion, upon the occasion of a discourtesy offered unto me by the said Mahometan, in calling me Giaur, that is, infidel, by reason that I was a Christian: the reason why I spoke to him in Italian, was because he understood it, having been taken slave for many years since by certain Florentines in a Galley wherein he passed from Constantinople towards Alexandra, but being by them interrupted by the way, he was carried to a City called Ligerne in the Duke of Florence's Dominions, where after two years he had learned good Italian, but he was an Indian borne and brought up in the Mahometan Religion, I pronounced the speech before an hundred people, whereof none understood it but himself, but he afterward told the meaning of some part of it as fare as he could remember it, to some of the others also. If I had spoken thus much in Turkey, or Persia against Mahomet, they would have roasted me upon a spit; but in the Mogul's Dominions a Christian may speak much more freely than he can in any other Mahometan Country in the world. The speech was this, as I afterward translated it into English.  
But I pray thee tell me thou Mahometan, dost thou in sadness call me Giaur? That I do, quoth he, Then (quoth I) in very sober sadness I retort that shameful word in thy throat, and tell thee plainly that I am a Musulman, and thou art a Giaur. For by that Arab word Musulman, thou dost understand that which cannot be properly applied to a Mahometan, but only to a Christian, so that I do consequently infer that there are two kinds of Muselmen, the one ●n Orthomusulman, that is, a true Musulman which is a Christian, and the other a Pseudo-musulman, that is, a false Musulman which is a Mahometan. What thy Mahomet was from whom thou dost derive thy Religion, assure thyself I know better than any one of the Mahometans amongst many millions: yea all the particular circumstances of his life and death, his Nation, his Parentage, his driving Camels through Egypt, Syria, and Palestina, the marriage of his Mistress, by whose death he raised himself from a very base and contemptible estate, to great honour and riches, his manner of cozening the sottish people of Arabia, partly by a tame Pigeon that did fly to his ear for meat, and partly by a tame Bull that he fed by hand every day, with the rest of his actions both in peace and war: I know aswell as if I had lived in his time, or had been one of his neighbours in Mecca, the truth whereof if thou didst know aswell, I am persuaded thou wouldst spit in the face of thy Koran, and trample it under thy feet, and bury it under a la●e, a book of that strange and weak matter, that I myself (as meanly as thou dost see me attired now) have already written two better books (God be thanked) and will here after this, (by God's gracious permssion) writ another better and truer, yea I would have thee know (thou Mahometan) that in that renowned Kingdom of England where I was borne, learning doth so flourish, that there are many thousand boys of sixteen years of age, that are able to make a more learned book thea● thy Alcason, neither was it (as thou and the rest of you Mahometans do generally believe) composed wholly by Mahomet, for he was of so dull a wit, as he was not able to make it without the help of another, namely a certain Renegado Monk of Constantinople, called Sergis. So that his Alcoran was like an arrow drawn out of quiver of another man. I perceive thou dost wonder to see me so much inflamed with anger, but I would have thee consider, it is not without great cause I am so moved: for what greater indignity can there be offered to a Christian which is an Arthomusulman, then to be called Gtaur by a Giaur? for Christ (whose Religion I profess) is of that incomparable dignity, that as thy Mahomet is not worthy to be named that year wherein my blessed Christ is, so neither is his Alcoran worthy to be named that year wherein the 
* This do all Mahometans cali our Gospel, or the History of our Saviour, written by the four Evangelists.  juieel of my Christ is. I have observed among the Mahometans such a foolish: form of prayer ever since my departure from Spas●an, (which I confess was no novelty unto me, for that I had observed the like before both in Constantinople and diverse other Turkish Cities) that what with your vain repetitions and diverse other profane fooleries contained therein, I am certain your prayers do even stink before God, and are of no more force than the cry of thy Camel when thou dost lad or unlade him: But the prayers of Christians have so prevailed with God, that in time of drought they have obtained convenient abundance of rain, and in time of pestilence a sudden cessation from the plague, such an effect of holy and servant prayer as never did the 
* words that the Mahometans do often repeat in their prayers  Scofferalahs', or the Allernissel allow of any Mahometan produce: yet must we, whose prayers like a sweet smelling sacrifice are acceptable to God, be esteemed Giaurs by those whose prayers are odious unto his Divine Majesty: O timos! O manners! Now as I have told thee the difference betwixt the effect of our Christian and your Mahometan prayers, so I pray thee observe another difference betwixt you and us, that I will presently intimate unto thee: thou by the observation of the Law of thy ridiculous Koran dost hope for Paradise, wherein thy Master Mahomet hath promised Rivers of Rice, and to Virgins the embracing of Angels under the shadow of spacious Trees, though in truth that Paradise be nothing else then a filthy quagmire so full of stinking dung hills, that a man cannot walk two paces there, but he shall stumble at a dung hill and defile himself, but where this Paradise is, not one amongst a thousand of you knoweth; therefore I will tell thee, it standeth in a Country situate betwixt Heaven and Earth, called Utopia, whereof there is mention in the third book of thy Koran and in the seven and thirty Asaria, but expressed with those mystical and obscure terms, that is very difficult to understand it, for this Utopian Paradise I say, as the reward of all your superstitious mumbling in your prayers, and the often ducking down of your heads when you kiss the ground, with such a devout humility forsooth, do you Mahometans hope in another world: But we Christians hope to live with God and his blessed Angels for ever and eue● in Heaven, as being a proper and peculiar inheritance purchased unto us by the precious blood of our Christ, yet must we be reputed Giaurs by those that are Giaurs? One thing more will I tell thee (O thou Mahometan) and so I will conclude this redious speech, whereunto thy discourtious calling of me Giaur hath enforced me, and I prithee observe this my conclusion.  
Learning (which is the most precious jewel that man hath in this life, by which he attaineth to the knowledge of divine and humane things) cometh to man either by revelation which we otherwise call inspiration, or by industry: Learning by revelation I call that which God doth infuse from above by his special grace, unto those whom he will use as the instruments of his glory, who without labour or travel do aspire to a most eminent degree of knowledge. Learning by industry I call that, which a man doth purchase to himself by continual writing and reading, by practice and meditation: now by neither of these means have the Mahometans acquired any mean, much less any singular learning, for as Mahomet himself was a man of a very superficial and mean learning, so never was there any one of his Disciples in any part of the world that was endued with any profound knowledge: but we Christians by the one and the other mean, have attained to the most exquisite science that can be incident to man: 
* I mean the blessed Apostles of our Saviour.  some of our men that never were brought up in Studies, having been so expert in a general learning (only by Gods special illumination) as those have spent forty years in the practice thereof, and others by continual practice of writing and reading, have been so excellent, that they became the very Lamps and Stars of the Countries wherein they lived. These things being so, it cannot possibly come to pass, that the omnipotent God should deal so partially with mankind, as to reveal his will to a people, altogether misled in ignorance and blindness as you Mahometans are, and conceal it from us Christians that bestow all our life time in the practice of divine and humane disciplines, and in the ardent invocation of God's holy Name, with all sincerity and purity of heart. Go to then thou Pseudo-musulman, that is, thou false-beleever, since by thy injurious imputation laid upon me, in that thou called'st me Giaur, thou hast provoked me to speak thus. I pray thee, let this mine answer be a warning for thee, not to scandalise me in the like manner any more; for the Christian Religion which I profess, is so dear and tender unto me, that neither thou nor any other Mahometan shall scotfree call me Giaur, but that I will quit you with an answer much to the wonder of those Mahometans.  
Dixi.  
I Pray you, Mother, expect no more letters from me after this, till my arrival in Christendom; because I have resolved to write no more, while I am in the Mahometans Countries, thinking that it will be a fare greater comfort, both to you, and to all my friends whatsoever, to hear news that I have accomplished my travels in Mahometisine, then that I am coming up and down, to and fro in the same, without any certainty of an issue thereof; therefore I pray have patience for a time: about two years and a half hence, I hope to finish these Mahometan travels, and then either from the City of Raguzi in Sclavonia, which is a Christian City, and the first we enter into Christendom, from those parts of Turkey by land near unto the same, or from famous Venice, I will very dutifully remember yea again, with lines full of filial piety and officious respect. I have written two letters to my Uncle Williams, since I came forth of England, and no more, whereof one from the Mogul's Court the last year, just at the same time that I wrote unto you; and another now, which I sent jointly by the same Messenger that carried yours out of India by Sea. Once more I recommend you and all our hearty wellwillers and friends to the gracious tuition of the Lord of Hosts; I pray you remember my duty to Master Hancocke that reverend and Apostolical good old man, and his wife, if they are yet living; to their Sons Thomas and john, and their Wives.   

The Author of the Verse, takes leave of the Author of the Prose, desiring rather to see him, then to bear from him.  
THose Rhymes before thy meaning doth unclose,  
Which men perhaps have blundred over in Prose:  
And 'tis a doubt to me, whose pains is more,  
Thou that didst write, or they that read them o'er:  
My Sculler's muse without or Art or Skill,  
In humble service (with a Goose's quill)  
Hath ta'en this needless, fruitless pains for thee,  
Not knowing when thou'lt do as much for me.  
But this is not the first, nor shall not be  
The last (I hope) that I shall write for thee:  
For when news thou wast drowned, did hither come,  
I wrote a mournful Epicedium.  
And after, when I heard it was a lie,  
I wrote of thy surviving presently.  
Laugh and be fat, the Sculler's book, and this  
Show how my mind to thee addicted is;  
My love thee hath evermore been such,  
That in thy praise I ne'er can write too much:  
And much I long to see thee here again,  
That I may welcome thee in such a strain  
That shall even crack my pulsive pia matter,  
In warbling thy renown by land and water:  
Then shall the Fame which thou hast won on foot,  
(Mongst Heathens, jews, Turks, Negroes black as soot)  
Ride on my best Invention like an ass,  
To the amazement of each Owliglasse.  
Till when far well (if thou canst get good fare)  
Contents a feast, although the feast be bare.  
Let Aeolus and Neptune be combined,  
With Sea auspicious, and officious wind;  
In thy return with speed to blow thee back,  
That we may laugh, lie down, and mourn in Sack.  
john Taylor.    

A Bawd. A virtuous Bawd, a modest Bawd: As She Deserves, reprove, or else applaud.  

DEDICATED TO THE NEITHER NOBLE OR JGNOBLE, LORD OR LADY, KIND, OR CRUEL, learned or ignorant, courteous or currish, Christian or Barbarian, Man or Woman, rich or poor: but to all and every one in general and particular.  
MOnsieur, and Madam Hydra, to your many heads and variety of Censures I have made bold to dedicate, a poor, harmless, modest, honest, and innocent Bawd, I know great persons of worth and honour, are daily so visited with penurious shreds of Scholarship, fragments of Hexameters and Pentameters, scraps of Poetry, the Scum and dreggs of wit, and the froth and lees of wisdom: one salutes my Lord's Lordship at Breakfast with a funeral Elegy, lamentably written, and is most miserably rewarded for his kindness. Another bunts out his Worship's ungentlemanly Knighthood (having most intolerably belaboured his name with an Acrostic or Anagram, which out of his vacuity of worthiness he rewards with not a penny. A third hath belied such a Lady or Gentle woman's beauty and qualities, in most abominable fashion, setting her forth for fair and virtuous; for the which he is rewarded according to the subject he wrote of, and his own demerits, with as much as comes to nothing. For these and some either respects, I thought it not fit to desire the patronage of any one person in particular, it being a subject that is common to all, for all, or any. As men are dispersed universally through the world, so a Bawd, being an universal creature, whose function is publicly scattered, I thought it not pertinent or accommodating, that she should be privately protected by any. Therefore at she hath been and is for all, so I dedicate her to all, knowing that all are better able to reward the Poet, then one alone. And this is further to advertise the Reader, that where I do speak of spiritual Bawds, Bawdry, Adultery or Fornication, that I have avoided profanity, obseenity, scurrility, and all manner of incivility or indecency; not meddling with religion at all, b●t with a pitiful derision, and merry reprehension explaining the abuses, soppish and sottish corruptions, that like so many Cankers or Caterpillars have and do daily eat, consume and putrify both the Purity and Piety of that Religion which boasts itself to be most Primitive and Catholic. For the other part of this Book, or Bawd, she is altogether civil or temporal, being not troubled so much as with one good Ecclesiastical word, but merely Paradoxical; setting forth there are and singular virtues of a Bawd; wherein if any of my Readers can pick any pleasure, it is an apparent sign they have some wit, and if they reap any profit, let them either thank me in words, or elsereward me with silence.  
Yours so fare, and no further than you are mine, JOHN TAYLOR.   

A Bawd.  

MY Verse is honest, seemly, neat, and clean,  
Yet is my Theme polluted and obscene:  
He touch foul pitch, yet will not be defiled,  
My Muse shall wade through dirt, and not be soiled.  
The Sun on noisome Dunghills shines as well,  
As on fair flowers that do fragrant smell:  
The Air by which we live, doth every where  
Breathe still alike upon the poor and Peer.  
The Sea bears many an old despised 
* Witness my paper Boat.  Boat,  
Yet on the Sea the best ships do but float,  
And Earth allows to all her scattered brood,  
Food, Clothes and lodging, to the bad and good.  
Yet Sun, Air, Sea, nor Earth receive disgrace  
By any bounty which they give the base.  
Even so my Muse, (free from all foul intetnts)  
Doth take e●●●ple from the Elements,  
In laying better studies by a while,  
And in clean fashion write a beastly style:  
Yet will I not my sense or meaning mar,  
With terms obscure, or phrases fetched from fare,  
Nor will I any way equivocate,  
With words sophistical, or intricate,  
Vtopian-Fustianisme, poor heathen Greek,  
To put my Readers wits to grope and seek.  
Small eloquence men must expect from me,  
My Scholarship will name things as they be.  
I think it good, plain English, without fraud,  
To call a Spade a Spade, a Bawd a Bawd.  
Two little Pamphlets I have wrote before,  
Which I was bold to call a Thief, and Whore,  
Yet was my Whore so chaste, that she had not,  
From end to end, one foul offensive spot,  
Nor did my Thief from any man purloin,  
Or lived by filching either goods or coin.  
And now by chance it came into my mind,  
That with the Bawd my pen was much behind:  
●●y Where was honest, and my Thief was true,  
And in this sort I'll give the Bawd her due.  
●range fruit from my poor barren labours springs,  
●● modestly must use immodest things,  
●Tis somewhat hard, but yet it is no riddle,  
All Bawdry doth not breed below the middle.  
●o many several sorts of Bawds do grow,  
That where there's not a Bawd, 'tis hard to know.  
The first with spiritual Bawds, whose honour high,  
●●prings from the whoredom of Idolatry.  
●●st but your eyes upon the Man of Rome,  
That styles himself the head of Christendom,  
●●ists universal Vicar, and Vicegerent,  
●● whom fools think the Truth is so inherent,  
That he can souls to Heaven or hell prefer,  
And being full of Errors, cannot err:  
And though his witchcraft thousands hath enticed,  
He will be called Lieutenant unto Christ.  
How hath that false Conventicle of Trent,  
●ade laws, which God, or good men never meant,  
Commanding worshipping of stones and stocks,  
Of Relics, dead men's bones, and senseless blocks,  
From which adulterate painted Adoration,  
●en (worse than stocks or blocks) must seek salvation?  
The Souls of men are His that dearly bought them,  
And he the only way to Heaven hath taught them.  
And whoso forceth them to false adoring,  
●s the main Bawd, unto this Spiritual Whoring.  
Besides, it is apparent, and most clear,  
That he's the greatest Bawd the Earth doth bear:  
For he that tolerates the Stews erection,  
Allows them Privileges and protection,  
Shares in the profit of their fordid sweat,  
R●apes yearly Pensions and Revenues great,  
Permits the Pole-shorne Fry of Friars and Monks,  
For Annual stipends to enjoy their Punks.  
When 
* S●●. Smith in his treat. of Herodot. Cap. 38. page 303.  P●●● the third the Romish mitre wore,  
He had contributory Trulls such store,  
To five and forty thousand they amount,  
As then Rome's Register gave true account.  
Besides, it was approved, the gain was clear  
● Full twenty thousand ducats every year.  
Moreover, once a Bishop (boasting) said,  
He had Ten Thousand Priests that paid  
(Some more, some less) by way of Rent or fines,  
Each 
a Corathus Agrippa in his vanity of Sciences.  one of them for keeping Concubines.  
And he that keeps none, pays as much as he  
As for his use doth keep one, two, or three.  
All's one, the Priests must pay t'augmentaugment the treasure,  
Keep or not keep, Whore or not Whore at Pleasure.  
Now judge, good Reader, have I said amiss, 
* Idem.   
Was ever any Bawdry like to this?  
Pope 
a Lucroce was first married to her own brother the son of Pope Alexander the sixth, she being daughter to the laid Pope, and daughter in low to him by the marriage with his son. And being concubine to the said Pope, he caused her after his son her husband's death, to be married to three Princes one after another: Fist to Duke john Sforza, secondly, to Lewis son to Alphonsus' King of Arragon, thirdly, to Alphonsus Dost Duke of Ferara.  Alexander, of that name the sixth,  
With his own child incestuously commixed.  
And Paul the third (affecting the said Game)  
With his own 
b Her name was Constantia, she was married to a Duke named Sforza, but the Pope her father poisoned her, because he could not lawfully enjoy her. Also for the like, he poisoned his sister.  daughter did commit the same:  
And after with his sister took such course,  
That he with her did do as bad or worse.  
john the thirteenth, and other more, 'tis plain,  
Have with their sisters and their daughters lain,  
And when their stomaches have been gone & passed,  
To Princes they have married them at last.  
Here's Bawds of state, of high and mighty place,  
Our Turnbull street poor Bawds to these are base.  
But these brave Do better to disclose,  
A little while I'll turn my Verse to Prose.   
The forenamed Lucrece being dead, had this Epitaph bestowed on her, written by Pontanus.  

Here lies Lucrece by name, but Thais in life,  
The Pope's child, and Spouse, and yet his own sons wife.   
Besides, I found a cursed Catalogue of these venereal Caterpillars, who were suppressed with the Monasteries in England, in the time of King Henry the eight, with the number of trugs which each of them kept in those days, as these; Christopher james a Monk of the Order of Saint Bennet in Canterbury, had three Whores, all married women: William Abbot of Bristol, four: Nicholas Whyden Priest kept four in Windsor Castle: in the same place George Whitthorne five, Nicholas Spoter five, Robert Hun five, Robert Daveson six, Richard the Prior of Maidenbeadly five; In Shulbred Monastery in Chichester Dioceses George Walden the Prior seven; john Standnep seven; Nicholas Duke five; In Bath Monafterie Richard Lincoombe seven, three of them married: john Hill in the Cathedral Church at Chichester but thirteen; john White Prior of Bermonsey had no more but twenty: all this Rabble was found and known in England; let a man imagine then how many were not known, and what a goodly brood of barns were fathered upon those that never begat them: withal, if England were so stored with them, it is not to be doubted but all the rest of the Christian world did swarm with these lecherous Locusts.  
Moreover, much knavery (Bawdry I should say) may be covered under the veil of Auricular Confession, for the Priest having a young pretty maid or wife at shrift, will know her disposition, grope out all her secret conveyances, and craftily underfeele her policies, and for a penance for her faults past, she is enjoined to commit a sin present. The unloading of her Conscience (many times) proving the burden of her belly Forty weeks after. And in this manner the most zealous Catholic, or the most jealous Italian, may be most dovoutly cornuted, under the cloak of Confession and Absolution.  

Besides, a most pernicious Bawd is he,  
That for poor 
b A flattering hireling preacher, is a Bawd to the vices of his surly Patron, and an hypocritical conniver at the crying sins of his Audience.  scraps, and a bare ten pounds' fee,  
Dares not his mighty Patron to offend,  
Or any way his vices reprehend,  
Nor preach against pride, oppression, usury,  
Dice, drink or drabs, vain oaths or simony,  
Nor Venial sin or Mortal, or nothing  
That may his Worship in the Withers wring:  
But every way must fit his Text and time,  
To leave untouched th' Impropriators crime.  
Thus those whose functions Heaven doth dignify,  
(Who should like Trumpets lift their voices high)  
Are mute and muzzled, for a hireling price,  
And so are Bawds unto their Patroness vice;  
For he's a Bawd who doth his Living win  
By hiding, or by flattering people's sin.  
The 
* The Devil is the chief Bawd.  Prince of darkness, King of Acheron,  
Great Emperor of Styx and Phlegeton,  
Cocytus Monarch, high and mighty Dis,  
Who of Great Limbe-Lake Commander is,  
Of Tartary, of Erebus, and all  
Those Kingdoms which men Barathrum do call,  
He is the chiefest Bawd, and still he plods  
To send us Whoring after godless gods:  
And by his sway, and powerful Instigation,  
Hath made the world stark drunk with fornication.  
For since the first Creation, never was  
The least degree of Bawdry brought to pass,  
But he began it and contrived it still,  
He laid the Plot, and did the Act fulfil.  
So that of all the Bawds that ever were,  
The Devil himself the bell away doth bear:  
Yet all his whoring base Idolatry,  
Did seem Religious zealous sanctity.   
As thus,  
He blinded and withdrew people so fa●● from the service and knowledge of the tr●● God, that they prayed to Pomona for the ●●●● crease of their fruit, to Ceres for Corn an●●●●● Graine, to Silvanus for wildfowl, to Bac●● for wine, to Neptune for fish, to Mars for th● success of Wars and Captains, to Phoebus for Physic and Music, to Saturn for ●●●● bourers and workmen in husbandry, to Pall●● for valour, to Minerva for wisdom, to I●●●● for men of state and port, to juno for Pomp●● and jewels, to Vulcan for fire and lightning to Venus for beauty and lascivious pleasure, to Luna for calmness and fair weather, to Pl●●●● for riches, to Mercury for learning and eloy quence, to Flora for flowers, to Proteus for disguises, to Pan for pipers, to Aeolus for win●●●● and storms, to Bellona for battles and conquests, to Lucina for women with child, to Faunus for Goats and Venison, to Cloth● for spinning out the thread of life, to Lachesis for winding or reeling it, and to Atropos for cutting it off: nay he led them into more indiculous sorts of spiritual adultery, as to worship with religious adoration, Cats, Dogs, Toads, Beetles, Serpents, Fools, Madmen, Privies, Onions, Garlic, and many other damnable inventions, not to be numbered.  
Nevertheless, whosoever will but look into the lying Legend of Golden Gullery, there they shall find that the poor seduced ignorant Romanists do imitate all the idolatrous fornication of the Heathen Pagans, and Infidels; and that they put their He and She Saints, to fare more base and ignominious offices, than these unbelievers of former ages did dare to put upon their (vain imaginary) gods, as they make Saint Crespin a Shoemaker, and Saint Roch the Patron Sowter's and Cobbler's, they put Saint Wendelin to keep sheep, and they make Saint Pelage a Cowherd or Neatheard, Saint Anthony hath the protection of their Swine, Saint Vitus or Vitellus, alias, Saint Calf, an excellent patron or proctor to cure those that are bitten of a Spider called Tarrantulla, or Phallanx. They acknowledge Saint Gertrude for an excellent Rat-catcher, and Saint Hubert for a good Dog-keeper (some say a cunning H●●●isman:) the Smiths must pray to Saint Eloye, the Painters to Saint Luke, the Ba●ers must invocate Saint Honore, the Mariner's Saint Nicholas, Saint You is for the Lawyers, and Saint Anne to find things that are stolen or lost, whilst Saint Leonard is the only Saint to set prisoners at liberty, by opening the doors in the night, and make their Shackles fall off without any noise or knocking. Besides, they make job a Physician to cure the Pox, when as that foul disease was not known in any part of the world in many hundred years after jobs days; for in the year 1496 (Charles the eight being then the French King) the Pox was brought from Naples into France, having but a little before been very thriftily by the Spaniards purchased from the Americans or West Indians: And therefore they do job wrong to make a Mountebank of him, in ascribing cures to him beyond his skill or knowledge: but all is one for that, he must be content with his office, as Saint Valentine is with the falling sickness, Saint Roch with scabs and scurfes, Saint Schastian with the Plague Saint Eu●rope the dropsy, Saint ●●●●, the Gout, Saint Petronella the Ague be any Fever, Saint Apollonia the Toothache, 
* A Glister of holy water I think would better drive on the Devil.  Saint Roman, they say, dispossesseth ●ine●s out of the possessed, and Saint Ma●●●● is the mad men's Saint to cure the prenzie. It is to be doubted that Physicians and Chirurgeons have small take, where all these skilful Saints are so employed, except ●ow and then they get a Patient by chance, when the good Saint is ouer-bus●ed, or not at ●●●●●ure.  
Moreover, there is a great contention amongst them to what●, Saint they shall commit the keeping of their Ceese: some will have Saint An●och, some Saint G●ll●●ct, and some Saint Fortall: the business is very weighty, and requires mature deliberation and ripe judgement: some there are that would deprive Saint Wendeli●● (before named) of his keeping Sheep, and bestow the place upon Saint Wolf, which is a very unsurable name for a Shepherd.  
By this which hath been said, the Reader may perceive what a cunning Bawd the Devil is, to adulterate the true service of the eternal God with these whorish Inventions. And so though I could amplify this point to a larger extent, in describing spiritual Bawds and Bawdry, yet now I think fitting to avoid tediousness, and to treat of this subject in other garbs and fashions.  
It is reported by Henry Stephens in his Apology or defence of Herodotes, the first Book, 21. Chapter, page 182. That a merry disposed Priest got a pretty lass behind the high Altar upon a Good Friday in the morning, where he thought all the He and She Saints were contented to keep Counsel, but it was known to the Legate of Auinion (by the intelligence of no Saint) which Legate after he had wisely considered on what day and time, and in what place the cleanly conveyance was acted, he out of his charity concluded a Priest to be mortal, and that flesh was frail, for which respects (upon promise of amendment) he was absolved and released.  
Moreover, great 
* Emperor's have been Bawds.  Emperors and Kings have been Bawds, as Suelonius Tranquilius writes of Tiberius Cesar, that he had Cells, Caves, and Vaults in his house, where he had a nursery of whores, and oftentimes would have the execrable ●●●● committed in his presence. The Emperor Domitian followed his admirable example, and Heliogabolus went so fare beyond them in the art of Bawdry, that he made Punies of them both. And of later years a 
* A king of Castille or Spain, Bawd to his own wife.  King of Castille, called Henry the unable, because he could not have a child by his wife to inherit after him, he kindly entreated one of his Lords to take the pains to beget an heir for him.  
There was a rich Burger of Antwerp, a Mercer by his trade, who was a Bawd to his own wife (though it was against his will or knowledge) but I blame him not, for I doubt he hath many more fellows as innocent and ignorant as himself, but this was the case, his wife wearing Cork shoes, was somewhat light-heeled, and like a foul player at Irish, sometimes she would bear a man too many, and now and then make a wrong Entrance: The sum was, that she loved a Doctor of Physic well, and to attain his company she knew no better or safer way, then to feign herself sick, that he under the colour of visitation might feel her pulses, and apply such cordial Remedies as might either case or cure her.  
In brief, the Doctor being sent for, comes and finds the Mercer her husband walking in his shop with a neighbour of his, where after a Leash of Congees, and a brace of Baeza los manus, the Mercer told him that his Wife is a languishing sick woman, and withal entreats him to take the pains to walk up the stairs, and minister some comfort unto her: Master Doctor, who knew her disease by the Symptoms, ascends up into the Chamber to his longing patient, staying an hour with her, applying such directions and refections, that her health was upon the sudden almost half recovered; so taking his leave of her (with promise of often visitation) he comes down into the shop, where the guiltless Bawd her husband was, who demanding of the Doctor how all did above, truly quoth he, much better than when I came, but since I went up, your wife hath had two such strange violent fits upon her, that it would have grieved your very heart to have seen but part of one of them.  
I myself do know two men that lighted by chance into one of these houses of iniquity in Antwerp, and I dare be sworn that they went to commit no Carnal act, nor did commit any; but they perceiving a pretty painted piece of punks flesh, did suspect in what house they were, the one of them taking her by the hand did ask her some questions (wherein I think was not one word of God) the other impatient that his fellow had engrossed all the familiarity and talk with the wench, gins to stamp, knock and call, at which the man of the house enters, demanding What do ye lack. You base Rascal, quoth the other, have you no more Whores in your house, must I stand like a jacke an Apes here empty handed? Good sir, (quoth mine host) be patiented, and I will presently send mine own wife to wait upon you.  
Nor is the skill and knowledge of a substantial or Absolute Bawd easily gotten or learned; no my Masters there is more in the matter then so; First, she's a young pretty Girl, and passeth time away in the instructions, rudiments and documents of a Whore, till she hath attained (with many hazards) to the years of 30. or 35. in all which space she hath not spent her time idly, but hath been a creature of much use, having for the common cause adventured the blemish of her Reputation, the rigour of the Laws, as whip, Penance, Imprisonments, fines, fees to justice's Clarks, Beadles, and such inferior Relics of Authority. Besides her valorous combats and conflicts with diseases, (wherein she often approves herself one of the profitablest members in a Commonwealth to Physicians and Chyrurgians) having (I say) passed all these degrees with much peril and jeopardy of her body, 
* No toleration.  then look higher and think but on the shipwreck of her soul, (an adventure of a greater price than she's ware of) then towards the declining of her life, and that her beauty fades, What a deal of charge is she at with sophisticated Art, White and Red, to emplaster decayed Nature? her humility being such, that when her own head is bald she will wear the cast hair of any he or she ●●●ner that made a voyage in a string from Tyburn to either Heaven or Hell. And lastly, when as Art can no longer hide the furrowed or wrinkled deformities of her overworn age; then (like a true well-willer to the old trade she hath ever followed,) Whoring having left her very unkindly before she was willing to leave it: she (as her proper right for her long service, takes upon her the office and authority of a Bawd, and as she was brought up herself, so with a motherly care her employment is to bring up others, wherein her pains is not small, in hiring Country wenches that come up weekly with Carriers, and putting them in fashion, selling one Maidenhead three or four hundred times, and sometimes with great labour and difficulty she's forced to persuade men's wives and daughters; all which considered, a Bawd doth not get her living with so great ease as the world supposeth; nor is her adventure, pains, charge and peril to be inconsiderately slighted.  
And as blabbing, babbling, taletelling, and discovering the faults and frailties of others, is a most common and evil practice amongst too many: so on the other side, the virtues of a Bawd are much illustrated and confirmed by contrary effects: For she is the main store-house of secrecy, the Maggazin of taciturnity, the closet of connivance, the mumbudget of silence, the cloathbagge of counsel, and the Capease, fardel, pack, 
* A necessary male for a man to truss up his trinkets i●.  male, (or female) of friendly toleration. She is full of intolerable charity, for her whole trade and course of life is to hide and cover the faults of the grearest offenders, in which regard she is one of the principal secretariesses to the great Goddess Venus, and one of her industrious vigilant most horrible privy counsel, not being ignorant of the liberal Arts and Sciences, and exceedingly qualified in the seven deadly sins. And (for her further behoof) she hath an insight and can fashion herself to the humours of all Nations, degrees, conditions, my steries and occupations.  
First, for her knowledges in the Arts and Sciences, she hath the grounds of 
a A Bawd a Grammarian.  Grammar, whereby she can speak and write Amorously, feignedly, merrily, lamentably, crastily, purposely, Bawdily: these words all ending in Lie (do make her true dealing questionable) yet her aim is to live profitably, though her fate is to dye miserably. Her skill in 
b An Astronomer.  Astronomy cannot be small, for she hath been an often stargazer lying on her back, practised in elevations, retrogradations, Conjunctions, and planetary revolutions; put indeed she is more addicted to accept the Moon for her Mistress, than the Sun for her Master, which makes her expert in night-workes, ever changing from quarter to quarter, not long abiding in any place: sometimes shining in Ladylike resplendent brightness with admiration, and suddenly again eclipsed with the pitchy and tenebrous clouds of contempt and deserved defamation. Sometimes at the Full at Pickt-hatch, and sometimes in the Wane at Bridewell.  
A Bawd is a 
c A Logician.  Logician, which is perceived by her subtle and circumventing speeches, doubtful and ambiguous Apothegms, double significations, intricate, witty, and cunning equivocations, (like a skilful Fencer that casts his eye upon a man's foot, and hits him a knock on the pate) so She, by going the further about, comes the nearer home, and by casting out the Lure, makes the Tassel Gentle come to her fist.  
For Rhetoric, she must have the Theoric and Practice, that though the subject of her discourse or writing be foul and deformed, yet must she (like a 
d Mountebanks, Raicatcher or Landloper.  medicine-monger, quacksalver that covers his bitter pills in Sugar) with the Embroidery of her eloquence, flourish over her immodest pretences, under the enchanting and various colours of pleasure, profit, estimation, love, reputation, and many more the like.  
But of all the 
e Mrithmetiske.  Arts, I think she be most unperfect in Arithmetic, for though she hath been brought up to know Divisions and Multiplications, yet she hath traded but by Retail, altogether in Fractions and broken Numbers, so that her accounts were seldom or never to number her days, not caring for the past or the future, her mind (like a Dial) always fixed upon the present, given much to over and under-reckoning, for at forty years old she would be but twenty one, and at threescore she will be no less than fourscore: so that the mark being out of her mouth, we must take the Apocryphal account of her age from her own Arithmetic without any further warrant.  
Cornelius Agrippa approves a Bawd for an excellent Geometrician for devising engines to climb into windows, as Ladders of Ropes, or such like, to scale the Castle of comfort in the night, or the making of Picklock's or false keys, wherein the Bawds care and providence is great, in greasing and oiling locks, bolts and hinges to avoid noise, she knows her Angles, Triangles, Quadrangles, squares, rounds, circles, semicircles and centres, her altitudes, longitudes, latitudes and dimensions, yet for all this skill of hers, she hath much ado to live squarely, according to Geometrical rules, or to live within any reasonable Compass.  
As for Music, It is to be conjectured by her long practice in pricksong, that there is not any note above Ela, or below Gamut, but she knows the Diapason: (a Bawd is old dog at a hornpipe, her chiefest instrument is a Sackbut, her female minikins do bring in her means, and her trebles, the tenor of all is that herself is the Base.) Besides, there are many pretty provocatory dances, as the kissing dance, the cushion dance, the shaking of the sheets, and such like, which are important instrumental causes, whereby the skilful hath both clients and custom.  
Poetry many times (though she understand it not) doth her as good service; for the most of our great Bawds are diligently waited on by scurrilous oily sonneting, practical, Poetical, 
a Geometry.  
b Music.  
d Poetry.  panegyrical Panders, acquaint trencher Epigrammatists, hungry and needy Anagra●● mongers, their conceits being either commending or provoking Bawdry: as one being requested by a Gentleman to invent him a poesy for a Ring which he meant to give his Love, the conceit was; Have you any Logs to cleave?  
Painting and graving are now and then profitable servants to Bawds as the naked Pictures of Venus, and Diana and her darlings; Aretine, and diverse other in that kind can testify; but commonly all she- Bawds are or have been painters themselves or painters of themselves, by which bold practice they are bold, adventurous, impudent, and audacious, fearing no colours.  
As for Physic and Chirurgery, she hath been so much practised upon, that by long continuance, she's a most excellent Empiric, so that a man need not doubt but an ancient professed Bawd can play the Mountebank.  
Moreover, many old Bawds are skilled in Palmistry or Chiromancy by looking into the hand of a man or woman, or Physiognomy, and Metoposcopi, in viewing of the face or forehead, by which she professeth to tell the parties how many husbands or wives they shall have, how long they shall live, when they are near a good or bad turn; but above all, her skill is much credited to help young women breed and fructify, so that if she be as barren as a Stockfish, yet the matronly medicines and instructions of this wise cunning woman, will i● a little time make her increase with a vengeance, and multiply with a mischief.  
Besides her skill in these forenamed Arts and sciences, she hath an insight and practice into all Mysteries and manual trades; she ca● imitate a deceitful Mercer in setting out her ware, fair to the eye, and false in the die, with an outside of glorious gloss, and an inside of rotten decayed dross, more for pride or pleasure, then for providence, or profit. 
a Painting.  
b Physic and chirurgery.  
c Taim●● and Fortune-telling.  
d Mercer.   
Like a bold 
a Grocer.  Grocer, she cares not a Fig for any man, she knows flesh is frail, yet she hath many Reasons to live by, she runs her race long, and she is able to Pepper as many as have any dealing with her; tooth Liquorish, tongue Liquorish, etc. she knows a bribe to a Catchpole is as sufficient as an Almond for a Parrot, to free her from the heat of the Mace. Master Clove at the sign of the Sugarloaf, is a sweet youth, whose Candied Visitation will keep her estate Currant till age and diseases wear her quite out of date.  

b Draper.  A young rich heir newly come to his lands or portion, is a Bawds Broadcloth, whom she measures out in parts, I will not tell you with what yard, but I think no London measure, till in the end, only a poor remnant remains; her meaner Merchandise are tradesmen, and poor servingmen, these serve for course Kerseyes, Bays, Cottons and Pennistones to line her inside with Sack, hot waters, and Aqua vitae.  
Though she live after the flesh; all is 
c Fishmongers and Fishermen.  Fish that comes to the net with her, she is a cunning Angler and gets her living by hook or by crook, she hath baits for all kind of Frye: A great Lord is her Groneland Whale, a Country Gentleman is her Gods-head, a rich Citizen's son is her soused Gurnet, or her Gudgeon: A Puritan is her Whitingmop, her Lobster is a scarlet Townsman, and a severe justice of Peace is her Crab, her meanest customers are Sprats and Pilchards, whilst the Punk is her salt Eel, and the Pander her Shark and Swordfish; And though she deal most in Scorpio, yet she holds correspondency with Pisces, for they both are signs that attend upon Venus: Friday is her day, and a day of doom to more fish than all the days in the week beside. And fish by nature is provocatory, as appears by the chaste lives of fasting fish-eating Friars and Nuns, whose notorious (qusia) meritorious continency is touched partly afore.  
She differs from the 
d Goldsmith.  Goldsmith in the Touch, the Test, and the weight, yet she puts the best side of her ware outward, she casts and hammers her wenches into all fashions; thee hath them burnished, polished, punch'd and turned, and if any of them by a fall, or too much heat be bruised, cracked or broken, she can solder them together again, and make them marketable.  
There is scarce any Art, mystery, trade or manual occupation, but a Bawd hath a reference or allusion to it, or it to her. Therefore to run division through them all would be long labour to little purpose: In which respects having spoken of a few, He s●ip over the rest to avoid tediousness; and to free myself from the imputation of partiality, Fe●at last allude her to a Waterman; for of all degrees, Languages, Tongues, Nations, ●ge● Sexes, Functions and fraternities are welcome and well entertained to the one and the other (provided they bring money in their purses.) And as the Waterman rows one way, and looks another, so a Bawds words and meaning do very seldom go together.  
Our five Senses are the Cinque Ports of Bawdry, each one in his office being the heart's Bawd: The Hearing conveighes Tunes, Tales, Rhymes, Riddles, Songs, Sonnets, and Madrigals. The Sight wanders, searcheth, seeks, finds and brings home (into the very bedchamber of the heart) amorous actions, provocatory gestures, effeminate glances, alluring looks, pictures of prostitution, and venereal vanities. The Taste plays the Bawd with both Art and Nature, and searcheth through the Earth, Seas and Skies for variety of temptations; poor and innocent Lambstones, Potatoes, Eringoes, Crabs, Scallops, Lobsters, Wilkes, Cockles, Oysters, Anchovies and Caviar, Cock-sparrows, Coxcome-pyes, and all manner of feathered soul from the Eagle to the Wren, do wait upon the Taste, and the Taste attends the appetite. The Smell is the scenting Bawd, that huffs and snufts up and down, and hath the game always in the wind, that is a right smell-smock sense, who is wonderfully pleased to be led by the nose, can hunt dryfoot, and smell out Venery nimbler than a pinchgut Usurer will nose out a feast.  
Touching or Feeling is a very merry Bawd, and though a man or woman can neither Hear, See, Taste or Smell, yet Feeling may remain: It is the last sense that keeps us company, and were it not for feeling, all the rest of the senses were but senseless.  
And thus much more in excuse of a Bawd, though she live by one of the Seven Deadly Sins, which is Lechery; No man can deny Pride to be another of the said Septarchy, yet the Mercer, the Silkman, the Embroiderer, the Drawer, the Cutter, the Tailor and the Feather-maker, the new fashion monger, the Devil and all thrive by Pride, and might shut up shop, if Pride were not.  
Glattonie and Drunkenness is another of the brood, yet were it not for superfluous, voluptuous gurmandizing, and extraordinary swinish swilling and drinking; the Wine-Merchant, the Vintner, the Maltman, the Brewer, the Tapster; Poulterer, the sellers of Eringoes and Potatoes, and the Cook would have but very cold take.  
Covetousness is another whelp of the same kind, yet were it not for ravenous oppression, devouring Extortion, biting Usury, Bribery, Deceit and Cozenage, Dives would not or could not far deliciously and be clad in Purple, nor the hackney Coach be in such common request.  
Envy is a high point of State, and he is no perfect Politician that repines not at the happiness of all men (but himself:) commonly it gives due attendance in Princes Courts, and feeds upon the detraction of Noble actions; It eats into honour, as a Canker doth into the best and choicest fruit, yet doth it live, thrive, wear good clothes, is esteemed a talon of high wisdom and valour.  
Wrath is a bloodhound of the aforesaid kennel, yet Armourers, Cutlers, Fencers, Chirurgeons, and Bonesetters would be idle and want employment and means, if Wrath did not overcome Patience, and madness dispossess discretion and Reason.  
Sloth is the last of the list, (and well may it come last because it is laziest) yet is it a Gentlemanlike quality, and a Ladylike disposition, to be idle, and live upon the sweat of others; Manual trades or handicrafts are counted base and mercenary, and good industry is contemptible; laudable endeavours Mechanical, and to take pains and labour, is drudgery and mere slavery.  
Thus by Pride a man may come to be one of the Masters of his Parish, by Gluttony and drunkenness, he may hap mount to a place of reputation and worship; by Covetousness he may get a damnable deal of wealth and be accounted a good man; by Envy he may be esteemed conceited, Politic, grave and wise: by Wrath he may gain the titles of valiant and resolute, and by Sloth and idleness he may be perfectly known for a Gentleman.  

* All vices are in high account and great respect, but only a Bawd's occupation: yet many men have an itching desire in private, to that which he will condemn in public.  And is it not a wonder, that these six deadly sins, should be so uncharitable to the seuenth●as to rob it of all earthly reputation, when if a man do consider them rightly, there is ne'er a barrel better herring, nor doth the Bawd live in a worse estate or condition, than the proudest gluttonous Drunkard, or the most couctous, envious wretch? The wrathful bloody villain, or the idle slothful drone, are clogged with vices as vile and abominable as a Bawd, yet for all this, the purblind partial world doth hug, embrace, cherish and reverence all these enormities, only a Bawd, a silly painful, serviceable Bawd, is held odious and contemptible.  
Commonly most of the she- Bawds have a peculiar privilege more than other women, for generally they are not starveling creatures, but well larded and embossed with fat, so that a Bawd hath her mouth three stories of Chins high, and is a well fed emblem of plenty; and though she be but of small estimation, yet is she always taken for a great woman amongst her neighbours.  

* The patience of ● Bawd.  On former Shrove-tuesdaies, when the unruly rabble did falsely take upon them the name of London Prentices, than two or three thousand of those boothaling pillaging Rascals, would march madly to the habitations of the most famous Bawds, where they would robustiously enter, breaking open doors, battering down walls, tearing down Tiles, pulling down windows, rending Trunks, Chests, Cupboards, Tables, and Bedsteads in pieces; ripping and enbowelling bolsters and featherbeds, ravishing her maids or stolen virgins, spoiling all they stole not, and stealing what they liked, beating the grave Bawd, and all her female vermin, most unmanly and unmannerly. In all which uncivil civil hostility, the singular patience of the Bawd is worthy admiration; not giving any of these landsharkes an ill word, or showing any sign of anger or desire of revenge, but entreating the most rough-hewd Rogues in the company, with the styles of honest worthy Gentlemen, with I pray you, I humbly desire you, I hearty beseech you, to assuage your fury, appease your wrath, mollify your anger, suppress your ire, mitigate your rage. These and like Phrases, a modest ancient Bawd would discreetly utter to her greatest enemies, rendering good words for bad deeds, when they were doing or had done to her all the mischiefs before named, nor ever after would she offer to take any legal course, as to cause them to be brought before a justice, whereby the Law might in some sort give her satisfaction: In which sufferance the great patience of a Bawd is remarkable.  
We do esteem a Fountain. Well, or Spring to be the more clear from poison, if a toad, a newt, or a, snake, be in either of them, for we imagine that those venomous creatures do suck or extract all the contagion of that Crystalline Element into themselves. 
a The necessity of a Bawd.  In the like nature, a Bawd is the snuffers of the Commonwealth, and the most wholesome or necessary wheelebarrow or Turnbrell, for the close conveyance of man's luxurious nastiness and fordid bestiality. Ravens, Kites, Crows, and many other birds of Prey, are tolerated to live unhurt, not for any good that is in themselves, but because they do good offices in devouring and carrying away our Garbage and noisome excrements, which they live by: and if they were not our voluntary Scavenger's, we should be much annoyed with contagious savours of these corrupted offals. These are the right patterns of an industrious Bawd, for she picks her living out of the laystall or dunghill of our vices; if she thrive and grow fat, it is with the Meraurinous draff of our imperfections, (for she is seldom beholding to an honest man for so much as a meal's meat) she robs not the virtuous of any part of their virtue, she life's only by the vicious, and in this sort she is an executioner of sinners, and in the end gives the most wicked cause to repent, leaving them such aching remembrance in their joints, that their very bones rattle in their skins.  
In other trades, when Apprentices come out of their years, they are allowed to set up for themselves, and to have other apprentices under them. He that hath been a Grammar Scholar, when he cometh to ripeness of learning and judgement, will think himself able and sufficient to be a Schoolmaster, and to have other Scholars under him: and why should not 
b The equity of a Bawd.  Whores have a Mistress of their own dealing-trade, that they may have Apprentices under their nurture and Discipline, who may by their obedience in their minority be advanced to command others in the same mystery or occupation? And therefore the Law (in this point) favouring their vocation, why should any censorious Cato plead the Law for banishing of any Bawds?  
Why should any Ecclesiastical Laws in Foreign Countries, debar Bawds and their disciples from the Sacrament; as if they were not in Charity, when as they are known to be so catholicly charitable, that they extend their 
c The charity of a Bawd.  love to all without exception, and are ready enough to forgive all the world, knowing themselves to be such great offenders, that they much need forgiveness?  
Welfare 
d The Philosophy of a Bawd.  the Commonwealth plotted by Plato, who would have no woman appropriated to any man (it seems he was a great enemy against enclosures, who would have all thus lie common) his reason was very Philosophical, the like whereof is not to be found either in Don Quixot, or Sir Thomas Moores Utopia, namely, that when no child had any proper father, every man would love every child as his own, and so the whole City should be happy in a Combination of an universal love equally extended to all. If so wise a man as Plato, was not a shamed to make himself the universal Bawd of a whole Commonwealth, why should any of our unlearned neighbours that have read fare fewer Books than he, be ashamed to be accounted procuring Panders in one house, in the skirts of a City, for the Platon call Conjunction of their neighbours within a street or two adjoining.  

* The civility of a Bawd.  In Italy and most civil Countries, it is counted a most uncivil curiosity to ask any man (though after long acquaintance) of what religion he is or whence he cometh, or whither he goeth, or whether he be a married man, or intent to marry. Who then more civil or fairly mannered then the Bawds: for they never put any of their customers to the rock to coufesie, nor do they torture their, guests with the saucy inquiry of Whence come you? how long will you tarry in Town? have you a wife at home, or are you a lose Bachelor? are you a Gentleman? a Merchant, or tradesman? are you a Catholic, or Reform? The Bawd I say is so civil that she never will ask any of these questions, one thing only she studies and practiseth, which is diligently to demand 
* The wisdom of a Bawd.  whether a man have any money in his purse, which is no impertinent question: for the Law doth authorise a Landlord to demand his Rent upon the ground where it is due, although sometimes he lets his tenant enjoy his house or land a quarter, or half a year before he receive any rent: A waterman sweats and lands his fare before he looks for money. The Host suffers his guest to eat his meat, before anon, anon with the white Apron comes in with thus much to pay, and ye are welcome; no man at any game takes up his win before the Game be won; an Usurer takes no forfeit before the day of payment be past; but the Bawd in her demand is more wise and provident, than all these trades and functions, for she like a Butcher takes present pay or her flesh, she will be sure to have her wages before she afford you her pennyworth you shall not drink at her muddy well before you pay for it, She know; that hope and desire of that which is to come, is a better paymaster, than grudging remembrance of fruition of, that which is past. Herein six hath good examples to follow of no mean vocations, the learned Physician and Chirurgies would be loath to expect their reward till the cure be performed; the honestest Lawyer would plead but coldly if he might receive no Fees till his client's cause were judged. A Fencer will fight but faintly if he should take no money before his prize were played, and the Players on their public stage would act very poorly if their audience did not pay at their first coming in.  
The greedy haling and pulling of other men's goods, or insatiate appetite to feed, ingurgi● ta●e, guzzle and swill, are apparent marks or tokens of Intemperance; who then more temperate than a Bawd? for 
* The temperance of a Bawd.  she is so full of modesty that she life's only upon what people do give her. Men do voluntarily bring her revenues to her, she kindly takes no more than she can get, nor receives any thing but what is brought her, and as the Tailor steals not at all, because men do freely (and unconstrained) deliver their goods to him, even so, the Bawd cannot be taxed with depriving any man of more than he idly parts withal.  
Wise men have said, that virtue hath no great praise where there is no allurement or temptation to vice, and therefore have accounted it but small mastery for a judge to be uncorrupt where there are no bribes stirring; for a poor Clown to be humble that hath neither money nor clothes to be proud of; for a Drunkard to be sober where is no drink but fair water, for a notorious thief to refrain from filching, where there is not any thing to steal; or for one to live chaste in a Monastery or Nunnery: But here is the eminency of abstinence, and the true praise of virtue, for a man to fast at a delicious feast; to be clear from bribes or gentle rewards, where oppressions, extortions, strifes and contentions do continually grow and multiply: To be sober and thirsty where wines and strong drinks are plenty in variety; to be true and trusty amongst inestimable jewels, uncountable Treasure, or untold Gold. These are superarogating virtues, which though many boast of, yet few attain to: now the Bawd life's in the storehouse of libidinous confraternity, in the shop of Venery, in the garden of lascivious pleasure, in the ever growing and flourishing field of vanity; amongst those that practise the excess of luxury, none so near within ken of wantonness and dalliance; she admits into her house men flourishing in years, hot in their desires, and willing in performance, yet (for aught I know) 
a The chastity of a Bawd.  a Bawd was never accused for committing fomication in her own person, (which is a rare mark of abstinence) for who can produce out of any record, that a Bawd was ever carted for playing the Whore?  
And this is her comfort when she is carted, that she rides when all her followers go on foot, that every Dunghill pays her homage, and every Tavern lookingglass pours bountiful reflection upon her, the streets and windows are full of spectators of her pomp. Shouts, acclamations and ringing on well tuned Banbury kettledrums, and barbarous Basins, proclaim and sound forth her triumphant progress, whilst she rides embroidered all over like a Lady of the soil, conducted in state out of the Eastern suburbs, to set up her trade fresh and new in the West.  
As concerning Religion or matters of 
* The conscience and religion of a Bawd.  Conscience, she is a creature that will never run mad with beating her brains in any point of such high quality. For whereas it is a speech or proverb, to say, that an extortioner, usurer, or corrupted Magistrate hath a Large Conscience, so on the other part, it is a saying, thasuch a man or woman hath no Conscience: now between these extremes of large and none, the Bawd doth observe the mediocrity or mean: for to say that she hath a large Catholic or universal Conscience, to entertain all comers, or all that would come to her, is false for her conscience is bounded, caged, and imprisoned, and limited in any man's purse or pocket, of what estate, condition or Religion soever. On the contrary, to say that she hath no Conscience at all, it were to do her an open injury, for she doth extend her entertainment, to as many as please to please her, and her charity doth always stretch as far as any man's money will reach: And to speak the truth, she hath great reason on her side; for if a man let his Horse to hire, or Ass to market, he will look to be paid for the travel or pains of his Beast; and shall a Bawd let her Soul to the Devil for nothing? A Knight of the Post will not hazard damnation (and his ears to the Pillory to boot) but (if he be wise) he will be well paid for his labour. Will any great man oppress and undo a whole Country, and (with the loss of the Kingdom of Heaven) purchase an accursed portion of Earth, but that he will have terrestrial Angels minister to him here, making no account of the celestial hereafter? And shall the conscience of a Bawd be pinfolded so straight, that her soul shall be of less esteem than a Hackney man makes of his Horse or Ass? or a swearing and for swearing Rogue doth of his ears? no, no my Masters, she is wiser than so, she thinks it is a long journey to Hell, and therefore she doth thriftily provide to save charges, that other men shall pay for her passage or Coach-hire: she will not travel so fare upon her own cost, she is so well beloved, that every one of her customers will (or must) give her something toward the reckoning, she hath more policy in her then to be damned for nothing; and she scorns to usurp a place in Hell without just title or desert.  
As for her Religion, it is of the same piece as her conscience is, there went but a pair of shears between; with the Papist she will be Ceremonious for the Cross 
* Of men's money. , with the Puritan, she will be precise, casting her eyes up, when her thoughts are down, and accept the 
* Cross and Pyle.  pile; she hath so brought up her scholars, that the name of God is too often in their mouths, for they will swear either with or without occasion; and as concerning matters of truth, she hath brought them up so, that they will lie with any man. Most of them are of the sect of the Family of Love, they differ only in this, the familists do hold opinion, that only when the husband sleeps; that the wife may take as much liberty as a Cat, to play, etc. but the Bawd doth allow a larger toleration, and admits either man or woman to have access, and use their exercise both sleeping and waking. She is indeed addicted to any Religion, or all, or none, no further than her ease and profit doth incite her, for she knows that charity is a good huswife, and will begin her own work at home first: In which respect a Bawd holds a high point of doctrine, to love herself better than she doth all the world beside: and in this she differs much from a Roman Catholic, that she builds not upon her Works, or hath any hope to be saved by her merits. And should persecution come, she will be no Martyr, she will neither hang for one religion, or burn for another, she knows that she came a raw creature into the world, and her resolution is, that neither religion or conscience shall send her roasted out of it.  
And thus I would have the Reader to consider, that the pains that I have taken in this description of a Bawd, is more than I would willingly do for the honestest woman that dwells between Smithfield bars and Clerkenwell, and I know that there is not any of the trade so ingrateful, but that if myself or any friend of mine have occasion to use them, they will do their best for me, and go as near as they can to take our money. Neither have I discoursed of any upstart new fangled babble or toy, but of an ancient solid, real, and lasting thing, for when all trades are trade-fallen and broken, a Bawd may set up with little worth, or a thing of naught, and many times her luck is so fortunate, that she will 
* A Bawd is an excellent Chimmist.  extract out of sin and wickedness, good money, good clothes, good meat, and almost good any thing, but good conscience: but that is but a poor beggarly virtue, which her contrary nature cannot agree withal, for she knows by old experience that it hath undone many, and that they are accounted none of the wisest, that make any account or reckoning of it.  
I am sorry that I have not dedicated this book to some great Patron or Patroness: but the world is so hard to please, that I think it an easier matter to displease all, than every way fully to please one; for I did lately write a small pamphlet in the praise of clean Linnes, which I did dedicated to a neat, spruce, prime, principal and superexcellent Laundress, and she, in stead of protecting my labours, or sheltering my good and painful study, doth not only express her liberality in giving me nothing, but also she depraves and deprives me of that small talon and portion of wit and Poetry which nature hath given or lent me; most untruly affirming and reporting, that that Pamphlet was the invention of a grave and learned friend of mine, (whose employments are so urgent and eminent, and whose judgement and capacity are so mature and approved) that not one line, word, syllable, or letter is in that poor toy, but it is so fare unlike a wiseman, that they all and every one do most truly and obediently call john Taylor father.  
But belike she hath learned some frugal qualities of some who are more honoured and worshipped, then honourable or worshipful, who take it for a point of thirsty wisdom, to discommend where they do not mean to reward. It is a kind of policy, under which many better labours than mine have suffered persecution and Martyrdom; and belike my unkind Patroness is ambitious to follow the example of her betters. But I would have her to know, that if she had but gratefully accepted my book of Clean Linen, that then I would have cudgeled and canuasde my Muse, I would have roused my spirits, belaboured my Invention, beaten my brains, thumped, bombasted, strapadoed, lambski'nd, and clapper clawed my wits, to have mounted her praise one and thirty yards (London measure) beyond the Moon. But ingratitude is the poison of industry, and detraction is the destruction of good endeavours, for the which sins of hers, I will allot her no other punishment but this, that she shall remain as she was and is, the true wife to an honest Cobbler, A cleanly, trusty, chaste, loving and well-beloved Laundress, whom (when the fates and destinies shall deprive Chancery Lane of, than many polluted and slovenly Linen soylers shall lament, in foul bands, black cuffs, and mourning shirts.  

a The industry and vigilancy of a Bawd.  As Sloth and idleness are vices discommended in all Laws and Commonwealths, being enormities of that high nature and vile condition that they have ruined whole Kingdoms, Cities, families, and many particular persons; so on the contrary, diligence, industry and careful vigilancy, are qualities that do not only erect States and Commonwealths, but they do also conserve and preserve whomsoever shall put them in use and practice: who then is more vigilant or industrious than a diligent Bawd, she is none of the seven Sleepers, nay she carefully watch●th whilst others sleep, she takes pains for the pleasure of many, she is the true Emblem or image of security, her eyes like careful and trusty scouts or spies do foresee and prevent the danger of Mr. Busieman the Constable with his ragged, rusty regiment. Moreover, she is not like a ship bound for Groneland, which must sail but in summer, or a pot of Ale with a toast, which is only in winter: no let the wind blow where it will, her care is such, that it brings her prize and purchase all seasons, her 
b Or Punks.  pinks are freighted, her Pinnaces are maned, her friggots are rigged (from the beak-head to the Poop) and if any of her vessels be boarded by Pirates, and shot betwixt wind and water, they are so furnished with engines, that they'll send them packing with a pox, or else blow them quite up with a devil's name: there is not a point in the compass but the skilful 
c A Bawd a skilful Navigator.  Bawd observes, if the wind be North or North-east, she expects profits out of the Low-Countries, from Germany, Denmark, Norway, and sometimes a Prize from Scotland, if at South or S. west, than her hopes are from France, but Spain, and Italy do seldom or never fail her; And let it blow high or low, the Englishman is near on all occasions. She hath not been much accused for receiving uncustomed goods, for to speak the truth, she will harbour no ventured commodity in her warehouse, and if the Informer or Constable do light upon one of her concealed dryfats, Punchions, fardils or (naughty) packs, and having seized it by his office, and honestly laid it up safe in the store-house of Bridewell, yet the Bawd will so compound in the business, that for a small toy, and a little sufferance, she'll redeem the Commodity and have her ware again in her own hands.  

d The plain dealing of a Bawd.  A Bawd is no deceiver of her customers, for what she promiseth she will perform, as for example, If she take a see to help a man to a Whore, she will not cheat him and bring him an honest woman; a bargain's a bargain, and she will not fail you in a tittle: she plainly and openly shows herself what she is, she doth not dissemble or hide her function from her clients, under the veil of hypocrisy, and for her creatures that live under her, 
e A Bawd hath common sense and reason to take her part or share in her procession.  she hath taught them their Art whereby they may live another day, when she is dead and rotten, and as they have their maintenance by her instruction and under her protection, so it is fit that in requital of her pains, she should pick a revenue out of their come in, she hath good precedents out of famous Authors for it, an old brave fellow took great pains in teaching of his Cut horse, and the beast was so thankful for it, that he got his master's provender and his own both many years after. If a man teach in Ape to do tricks, the honest Ape will maintain him for it; I have seen a Hare get her master and dames living, with playing on a Tabor. The very Baboons are grave examples in this kind, Tumblers boys, (and sometimes their wives) do teach us this duty; and the ignorant Puppets do allow their maker and master, meat, drink, and cloth. For mine own part, if I teach my man to row, I will have for my pains the greatest part of the profit: If I dig or blow and cast my Seed into the ground, I will expect the benefit of the Crop: If I plant or grass, I should think I had but hard measure, if I should not feed upon the fruit of my labour: By this consequence it, is reason that a Bawd should reap where she hath sown, and eat, and live upon such fruit as she hath planted.  

To close up all, the sum of all is this,  
I'll end my book as Ovid ended his.   

So long as on the Poles the spangled firmament shall whirl,  
So long as Procreation shall beget a Boy or Girl,  
So long as winter shall be cold, or summer shall be hot,  
So long as poverty and spite shall be true virtue's lot,  
When Phoebus in the West shall rise, and in the East shall set,  
When children (on their mothers) their own fathers shall beget;  
Then shall this book, or Bawd lie dead, and never till that day,  
Shall Book or Bawd, or Bawd or Book, be scarce, if men will pay.  
Till Sun and Moon shall cease to shine, and all the world lie waste;  
So long this Book, or else a Bawd, I'm sure, so long shall last.    
FINIS.   

A Common Whore with all these graces graced; she's very honest, beautiful and chaste. With a comparison between a Whore and a Book.  

DEDICATED To no matter who: Lord, Master, Goodman, Gaffer, or Knave; Lady, Mistress, Good-Readers. wife, Gammer, or Whore,  
I Would not have you to take me for a Bawd, or a Pander, for that I send a Whore amongst you, for though it be my pleasure to call her so, yet you in perusing of beyond conversing with her, shall find her honester than some of your Wives or Mothers. Indeed she hath no great Kindred to boast of, for my poor brain, like love, was father and mother that begat and bore her, like a new Pallas; and my pe● the Midwife that first wrapped her in ragged verses in stead of clouts, where the Printer hath ●●'d her as he would be loath to be used himself; for he hath published and proclaimed all ●er faults to the view of the world, and yet I know the poor Whores pains is not past, for now she is to be examined a thousand ways, and tortured upon the Rack of Censure, ●and amongst all that shall view and handle her, the hot Whoremaster will deal most discourteously with her, for when he perceives her honesty too hard for his knavery, he will in ●ger, with three tusks, four pishes, five mews, six wry mouths, and seven scur●● faces, tear her and pull her worse than the rustical Rabblement did use to use common Whores on former Shrove-tuesdayes. But all's one, let him due his worst, she is confidently armed with Innocency; and the threats or danger of the bad cannot affright ●●er, but that she will attempt to recreate the good. In a word, all that is amiss in ●●ir, I pray you impute it to my bad Tutorship, and her own frailty; all that I hope of ●●er is, that she is a merry Whore, full of good words, A kind Whore to be bad for ●●oney or love any where; a true Whore and a constant, for she will never for sake any man ●that will keep her; and (by reason she is an honest Whore) she is a poor Whore, and hath either money nor Sprats; so take my Whore amongst you as she is.  

Now after this, I'll be exceeding brief  
To send another Pamphlet called a Thief;  
The Hue and Cry is out, and I protest,  
Though he scape hanging, yet he shall be pressed.   
JOHN TAYLOR.   

A WHORE.  

MY Book, an honest Whore I fitly call,  
Because it treats of whores in general:  
Then though this Pamphlet I do name a Whore,  
Let no man shun her company therefore.  
For if ten thousand with her lodge and lie,  
No reputation they shall lose thereby.  
No cost 
* A cheap Whore.  for diet she at all requires,  
No charge for change of changeable attires,  
No Coaches, or Carroaches she doth crave,  
No base attendance of a Pand'ring Knave,  
Perfumes and Paintings she abhors and hates,  
Nor doth she borrow hair from other pates.  
And this much more I'll boldly say for her,  
Whoso redeems her from the Stationer,  
(With whom she as a Slave is kept in hold,  
And at his pleasure daily bought and sold)  
I say, that man that doth her ransom pay,  
She will requite his kindness every way;  
Her Inside with such Treasury is stored,  
As man become the Pocket of a Lord;  
All, from the Cottage, to the Castle high,  
From Palatines unto the Peasantry,  
(If they'll permit their wisdoms rule their will)  
May keep this whore, and yet be honest still.  
Yet is she 
* A strange Whore, common, and yet honest.  Common unto all that crave her,  
For six pence honest man or knave may have her,  
To be both turned and tossed, she free affords,  
And (like a prating whore) she's full of words;  
But all her talk is to no other end,  
Then to teach Whoremasters and Whores to mend.  
She in plain terms unto the world doth tell,  
Whores are the Hackneys which men ride to Hell,  
And by comparisons she truly makes  
A whore worse than a common Shore, or jakes.  
A Succubus, a damned sink of sin,  
A mire, where worse than Swine do wallow in.  
And with a whore (although thus plain she be)  
She shows a Whoremonger as bad as she.  
And though I barren am of Eloquence,  
Nor never understood my Accidence:  
Yet though I have no learning to my share,  
A whore to broken Latin ●●e compare:  
First, if her mind on whoring she doth fix,  
she's all compact of mirth, all Meretrix,  
And with small teaching she will soon decline  
Mulier into the Gender Masculine,  
By her Attire, of which sex she should be,  
She seems the doubtful Gender unto me,  
To either side her habit seems to leave.  
And may be taken for the Epic●●●.  
Unto the New●●r I compare her can,  
For she's for thee, or me, or any man.  
In her Declensions she so fare doth go,  
As to the common of two or three, or more,  
And come to horum, harum, Whore's, then●  
She proves a great proficient amongst men.  
Then after she had learned these cassons right,  
She forward goes unto hoc leave light:  
She paints our pulcher, aided by her glass,  
She's neither bonus, or yet bonit ●●,  
Home for all men, is a common name,  
And she for all men is a common shame.  
Not lapis singularly, her can please,  
She love's the plural number lapides.  
To construe plainly, she is seldom curious,  
The two hard words of durus and of durius,  
Though she's not passed the Whip, she's passed the Rods,  
And knows to join her quis, her quas, and quod's.  
The Active from the Passive she'll derive,  
Her Mood commands like the Imperative;  
She knows n● Concord's, yet to all men thus,  
She fain would be jucundus omnibus;  
Cla●● is the Cloak, that covers her offence,  
Her goodness all is in the Future tense.  
She's facile fieri, (quickly won)  
Or Const'ring truly, Easy to be done.  
Parui ducitur probitas, sets forth  
Her honesty is reckoned little worth:  
And he shall find, that takes her for his choice,  
An Imeriection, or Imperfect voice.  
Among the rules of Gender, she by heart,  
Can without missing daily say her part.  
The first among them all she liketh best,  
Propria quae Maribus, and there she'll rest.  
Thus may a Whore be made (by this construction)  
Unto the Grammar Rules an Introduction.  
But yet if Learning might be gotten so,  
Fow to the Universities would go.  
And all degrees, tag, rag, and old, and young,  
Would be well grounded in the Latin tongue:  
Whilst many learned men would be forced to seek  
Their livings from the Hebrew and the Greek:  
For mine own part I dare to swear and vow,  
I ne'er used Accidence so much as now,  
Nor all these Latin words here interlaced,  
I do not know if they with sense are placed,  
I in the Book did find them, and conclude,  
At random to a Whore I them allude.  
But leaving Latin, every trading wench  
Hath much more understanding of the French.  
If she hath learned great P, O Per se O,  
She ' le quickly know De morbo Gallico.  
If in these rudiments she well doth enter,  
With any man she never fears to venture:  
She's impudently armed, and shameless too,  
And never dreads what man to her can do:  
Her neither part to stake she'll often lay,  
To keep her upper part in fashion gay;  
She blushes not to have her Trade well known,  
Which is, she life's by using of her own.  
Her shop, her ware, her same, her shame, her game,  
'Tis all her own, which none from her can claim.  
And if she be half mad, and curse and swear,  
And fight, and bite ' and scatch, and domineer:  
Yet still she proves her patience to be such,  
'Midst all these passions she will bear too much.  
She is not covetous for any thing,  
For what she hath, men do unto her bring,  
(Her Temperance is a virtue of much honour)  
And all her Commings in are put upon her.  
She's general, she's free, she's liberal  
Of hand and purse, she's open unto all,  
She is no miserable hide bound wretch,  
To please her friend at any time she'll stretch;  
At once she can speak true, and lie, or either,  
And is at home, abroad, and altogether.  
she's nimbler than a Tumbler, as I think,  
Lays down, and takes up, whilst a man can wink:  
And though she seem unmeasured in her pleasure,  
'Tis otherways, a Yard's her only measure.  
B●t as most Whores are vicious in their fames,  
So many of them have most Virtuous names,  
Though bade they be, they will not bate an Ace  
To be called Prudence, Temperance, Faith, or Grace,  
Or Mercy Charity, or many more,  
Good names (too good to give to any Whore.)  
Much from the Popes of Rome they do not swerve,  
For they have Names which they do ill deserve;  
Only betwixt them here's the difference on't,  
A Whore receives her Name first at the Font:  
The Roman Bishop takes a larger scope,  
For he doth change his name, when he's a Pope.  
As if he were a Persecuting Saul,  
If he please he'll be called a Preaching Paul.  
Is his name Swinesnowt, he can change the Case,  
And swap away that name for Boniface:  
If he be most ungodly, and envious,  
Yet if he please, he will be called Pius:  
Be he by Nature to all mischief bend,  
He may and will be called Innocent;  
And be he never so doggedly inclined,  
he'll be named Vrbane, if it be his mind.  
If he be much more fearful than a Sheep,  
The name of Leo he may have and keep.  
And though he be unmerciful, yet still  
He may be called Clement if he will.  
Thus Popes may have good names, though bade they be,  
And so may Whores, though different in degree.  
The Anagram of WHORE'S her mortal foe,  
Divided into two words, 'tis HER WO.  
And seriously (to lay all jesting by)  
A Whore is Her own Wo●, and misery.  
For though she have all pleasures at the full,  
Much more than Thais, that proud Corinthians Trull,  
Who suffered none but Kings and Potentates  
To have their pleasures, at Excessive rates,  
Yet all that Dear bought Lechery would be  
The greater brand of lasting Infamy,  
And though her Carrion Corpse, rich clad, high fed,  
(Half rotten living, and all rotten Dead)  
Who with her hellish Courage, stout and hot,  
Abides the brunt of many a prick shaft shot:  
Yet being dead, and doth consumed lie,  
Her everlasting shame shall never dye.  
Ixion (in his arms) he did suppose  
That he the Goddess juno did enclose:  
But in the end his frantic error showed,  
That all which he embraced was but a Cloud.  
So whosoever do their Lust embrace,  
In stead of Love are clouded with disgrace.  
The Godless Goddess Venus, honoured fare,  
For conquering of the Conquering God of War,  
To hide their shame they no defence could get,  
When limping Vulcan took them in a net;  
And being past shame, with that foul offence,  
She armed herself with shameless Impudence,  
And with ungodly articles would prove,  
That foul Concupiscence and Lust is Love..  
For which each bawdy Knave, and filthy Whore,  
Her Devilish Deity do still adore.  
I have read Histories that do repeat  
Whores were of old in estimation Great:  
Pandemus King of Corinth, he erected  
(That he from Perses power might be protected)  
A Temple unto Venus, as some say,  
Where whores might for his safety safely pray:  
And some in Ephesus did Temples rear,  
In whom the Paphean Queens adored were,  
Where they that were the wickedest whores of all,  
Were the chief Priests in robes Pontifical.  
And in the I'll of Paphos, 'twas the use  
Maids got their Dowries, by their Corpse abuse:  
But if that order were allowed here,  
So many would not portions want I fear.  
The Art of Bawd'ry was in such respect  
Amongst the Egyptians, that they did erect  
An Altar to Priapus, and their guise  
Was, that their Priests on it did Sacrifice.  
Wise Arictotle was in wit so poor,  
He Sacrificed to Hermia his whore.  
Great julius Caesar, was so free and Common,  
And called a husband unto every woman.  
Procullus Emperor, (the Story says)  
Deflowered one hundred Maids 
a Here, I have for some 60 lines followed the report of Cornel●us Agrippa, in his Vanity of sciences.  
b Sermatian Maids.  
c 30. pound weight a piece.  in fifteen days.  
If all be true that Poets use to write,  
Hercules lay with fifty in one night.  
When Heliogabulus Rome's Sceptre swayed,  
And all the world his lawless Laws obeyed;  
He in his Court did cause a Stews be made,  
Whereas Cum privilegio, whores did trade:  
H'inuited two and twenty of his friends,  
And kindly to each one a whore he lends.  
To set whores free, that then in bondage lay,  
A mighty mass of money he did pay:  
He (in one day) gave to each whore in Rome  
A Ducat (a large and ill bestowed sum.  
He made Orations unto whores, and said  
They were his Soldiers, his defence and aid;  
And in his speech he showed his wits acute,  
Of sundry forms of Bawdr'y to dispute.  
And after giving unto every where,  
For listening to his tale three ducats more,  
With Pardon unto all and Liberty  
That would be whores within his Monarchy.  
And yearly Pensions, he freely gave,  
To keep a Regiment of whores, most brave.  
And oft he had (when he in Progress went)  
Of whores, Bawds, Panders, such a Rabblement,  
Six hundred Wagons, History reports,  
Attended only on these brave consorts.  
This was a Royal whoremaster indeed,  
A special 
a Or rather, Malefactor.  Benefactor at their need:  
But now since Heli●gabalm deceased,  
I think the world with whores is so increased,  
That if it had an Emperor as mad,  
He might have twice so many as he had.  
For by experience we see every day,  
That bad things do increase, good things decay.  
And virtue (with much care) from virtue breeds,  
Vice freely springs from vice, like stinking weeds.  
Sardanapalus King of Babylon,  
Was to his whores such a companion,  
That he in their attire did fow and sing,  
(An exercise unfitting for a King.)  
This servant Lust, (which some call ardent Love)  
Did cause the Bastard 
b Hercules.  of the mighty jove  
To please his jowl, he took a Wheel,  
And (laying by his Club) did spin and Reel,  
Great jove himself could not this snare escape,  
Lust led him on to many a shameless Rape.  
Poor Hebe, Helena, 
* jupiter transformed himself into all these shapes to attain his desire.  Darna, and Europae,  
Alcmene, lo, Sem●●●, and Leada,  
Antiopa, Asterie, Gan●●●●●●,  
These and a number more his fancy fed.  
To compass which, his shifts were manifold,  
T'a Bull, a Ram, a Swan, a shower of Gold,  
To dreadful Thunder, and consuming fire,  
And all to quench his inward flames desire.  
Apollo turned fair Daphus into 
a The Bay tree of Laurel.  Bay,  
Because she from his Lust did fly away,  
He loved his Hiacinct, and his Coronis,  
As fervently as Venus and Adonis,  
So much he from his Godhead did decline,  
That for a wench he kept Admetus' Kine.  
And many other gods have gone astray,  
If all he true which Ovid's Book doth say.  
Thus to fulfil their Lusts and win their Trulls,  
We see that these ungodly gods were Guls.  
The mighty Captain 
b Aebilles', who was slain (besotted to his death) for the love of Polixena.  of the Myrmidons,  
Being captived to these base passions,  
Met an untimely unexpected slaughter,  
For fair Polixena, King Priam's daughter.  
Lucrecia's Rape, was Tarquin's overthrow,  
(Shame often pays the debt that sin doth owe.)  
What Philomela lost, and Tereus won,  
It caused the luft full Farther 
c Tereus' King of Thrace ate of his own, Son It is, made into payment by his wife Pr●gne.  ●ate his Son.  
In this vice, Nero took such beastly joy,  
He married was to Sporus, a young Boy.  
And 
d A Tyrant Prince in Corinth.  Periander was with Lust so led,  
He with Mellissa lay when she was dead.  
Pigmaliou, 
e Plutarch.  with an Image made of Stone,  
Did love and lodge: (I'll rather lie alone.)  
Aristophanes, joined in love would be  
To a she Ass: but what an Ass was he?  
A Roman 
f Appius murdered himself, because V●rginias father had slain her, to free her from his L●●●.  Appius did in jale abide,  
For love of fair Virginia, where he died.  
Our second Henry 
g King Henry the second King of England.  Aged, Childish, fond,  
On the fair feature of fair Rosamond:  
That it raised most unnatural hateful strife  
Betwixt himself, his children, and his wife.  
The end of which was, that the jealous Queen  
Did poison 
h At 〈…〉.  Rosamond in furious spleen.  
The fourth King Edward lower did descend,  
He to a Goldsmith's wife 
i Mistress Shore.  his love did bend.  
This sugared sin hath been so general,  
That it hath made the strongest Champions fall:  
For Sichen ravished 
k She was jacobs' daughter, whose Rape was accutsedly revenged by her brethren, Si●ers ●●● Levi, Genesis.  Dina, for which deed  
A number of the Sichemites did bleed.  
And Samson, in the prime of manly strength,  
By Dalila was overcome at length.  
King David frailely fell, and felt the pain,  
And with much sorrow was restored again.  
Though Saul his foe he no way would offend,  
Yet this sin made him kill his loyal friend.  
Ammon with 
l ● Sam 11.  
m ● Sam. 13.  Thamar, Incest did commit,  
And Absalon deprived his life for it.  
And Solomon allowed most Royal means  
To keep three hundred Queens, seven hundred queans,  
By whose means to Idolatry he fell,  
Almost as low as to the gares of Hell.  
At last repeating, he makes declaration,  
That all was vanity, and spirits vexation.  
Abundance of examples men may find,  
Of Kings and Princes to this vice inclined,  
Which is no way for meaner men to go,  
Because their betters oft have wandered so;  
For they were plagued of God, and so shall we  
Much more, if of their sin we partners be.  
To show what Women have been plagued in  
The bottomless Abyss of this sweet sin,  
There are examples of them infinite,  
Which I ne'er mean to read, much less to write,  
To please the Reader, though I'll set down some,  
As they unto my memory do come.  
Flora, a Whore in Rome, great wealth did win,  
By her dear trading and her Commings in,  
Which wealth she freely gave when she did dye,  
Unto the Roman people generally,  
For which they all (to show their thanks unto her)  
Made her a Goddess, and did Reverence do her.  
And L●is of Corinth, asked Demosthenes  
One hundred Crowns for one night's business:  
For which a crew of Whores did set upon her,  
A Whore she was, and whores to death did stone her.  
There was a famous Whore 
a She was servant to Exanthus, and fellow to Aesop the Fabulist.  Rhodope named,  
Who for her gain at such high price she gamed,  
That she (most liberal) did the charges bear,  
A stately high Pyramids to rear.  
Great julius Caesar was much overseen  
With Cleopatra, the Egyptian Queen:  
And after, she ensnared Mark Antony,  
For which, they both by their own hands did dye.  

b Queen of Babylon, slain by her Son, whom she would have had to have lain with her.  Semiramis played the inhuman Trull,  
And was enamoured with a beastly Bull:  
So did 
c Pasipha wife to Minos' King of ●●●le.  Pasipha, but me thinks 'tis strange,  
That Queens so fare from womenhood should range.  
Muba (Adonis' mother) caused her father  
The flower of her virginity to gather.  
If wife Ulysses had not well been armed,  
Enchanting Circe had his honour charmed.  
When youthful Paris stole the lustful Punk,  
Fair Helen, had the ship that bore them sunk,  
Then thirty Kings in peace at home had stayed,  
Nor Troy or Troyans' in their ruins laid:  
Fair 
d Messalina and Faustine, two Empresses.  Messalina, a most royal Whore,  
(Wife unto Cla●dius the Emperor)  
The sports of Venus in the Stews did play,  
Sometimes full five and twenty times a day.  
Marcus Aurelius did fair Paustine wed,  
And she with Whoring did behorne his head.  
And many Princes and great Potentates,  
With Vulcan's crest have armed their noble pates:  
This to the poorest Cuck old seems a bliss,  
That he with mighty Monarch's sharer is,  
That though to be cornuted be a grief,  
Yet to have such brave partners is relief.  
These Whores and Whoremasters which I have named,  
And thousands more (in histories defamed)  
With partial self-opinion did approve,  
Their sensuality and Lust was Love..  
When as the odds is more than day from night,  
Or fire from water, black from purest white.  
The one with God, one with the Devil doth dwell,  
Love comes from heaven, & lust doth spring from hell.  
But the old Proverb, ne'er will be forgot,  
A Lechers love is (like Sir Reverence) hot,  
And on the sudden cold as any stone,  
For when the lust is past, the love is gone.  
But Love is such a blessing from on high,  
Who●e zealous fervency can never die;  
It outlives life, and the ascending flame,  
Mounts to the God of Love, from whence it came.  
Lust made 
* Genesis.  Seths' sons, with fornication vain,  
join with the daughters of accursed Cain.  
And the world suffered, for their fornication,  
Depopulation, by the inundation.  
And twenty and four thousand Israelites  
Died for this sin amongst the 
a Numbers.  Madi. wites.  
For the not punishing this fact (almost)  
The Tribe of 
b judges. 19 20 and 21. ●5000. were slain of the Israelites, and there remained of the Heniamites only 600.  Benjamin were slain and lost.  
May this be called love? Then call virtue vice,  
And every bawdy house a Paradise.  
If lust were love, it would not like a Wolf,  
Drown Lover's hearts in desperations Gulf.  
A Theban, 
c For Aut gona the daughter of Oedipus and jocasta.  Ha●on, himself madly killed,  
On his too dear deres Tomb his heart blood spilt.  
For Phaon (a poor Waterman's sweet sake)  
Fair Sappho from a rock, her 
d The more foole-shee, though she were a Poetess.  neck she broke.  
Phea●ra for her Hippoli●us, they say,  
Did hang herself, and make a Holiday.  
And 
e She was daughter to Li●urgus King of Thrace.  Phillis for 
f Son to Thesens.  Demophoon did as much:  
I'll never love, if Love's effects be such.  
To quench the Carthaginian 
g Dido, for Entas, burned herself.  Queen's desire,  
She burned herself upon a pile of fire.  
If either Pr●amus, or Thisbe had  
Not been stark fools, or else exceeding mad:  
The doting, idle, misconceiving Elves,  
So desperately, had ne'er fore-done themselves.  
Thus all the difference betwixt love and lust,  
Is, one is just, the other is unjust.  
Search but in Histories, and men may find  
Examples beyond numbering, of this kind,  
How of both Sexes, and each state and sort  
Of people from the cottage to the Court,  
Have madly run this course; some hanged, some drowned,  
Burnt, starved & stabbed themselues with many a wound,  
Or pined away like Coxcombs, ever craving  
To have the thing, that's never worth the having.  
In Antwerp many filthy Whores I saw,  
That for their Trading were allowed by Law.  
And I in Pragus did see a street of Whores,  
An English mile in length, who at their doors  
Did stand and ply (rich clad, and painted rare)  
More hard than ever I plied for a fare.  
Th' Italian Stews (to make the Pope good cheer)  
Paid twenty thousand Ducats in a 
h Almost every year a ducat is more than 8 shillings, which sum is 8000l.  year.  
Besides, they give a Priest (t'amend his fee)  
The profit of a Whore, or two, or three.  
Me thinks it must be bad Divinity,  
That with the Stews hath such affinity.  
'Tis a mad Doctrine, Lechery should pay  
A Churchman's stipend, that should preach & pray,  
And in those stews, where women are so common,  
In entertaining all, refusing no man,  
Whereas a father with a Whore may lie,  
Which done, his son his place may hap supply,  
And then an Uncle, or a Brother may  
Succeed each other in that damned play:  
For no propinquity, or no degree  
Of kin, that haut there, that can swear theyare free  
From this commixion: and, which is worst,  
A Whore may have a bastard, borne and nursed,  
And grown a woman, and to this trade set her,  
May be a Whore to him that did beget her;  
Or to her brothers, or to all her kin,  
She may be prostituted in this sin.  
And therefore to conclude this point, I muse  
That Christian Commonwealths allow a Stews.  
I think that Thiefs as well allowed should be,  
As Whores and Whoremasters should thus be free.  
They from the Heathen do examples bring,  
That Whoring is a rare commodious thing,  
There was an ancient use in Babylon,  
When as a woman's stock was spent and gone,  
Her living it was lawful then to get,  
Her carcase out to livery to let,  
And Venus did allow the Cyprian Dames,  
To get their livings by their body's shames.  
Lieurgus did a Law in Sparta make,  
That all men might their barren wives forsake:  
And by the same Law it ordained was,  
Wives might unable husbands turn to grass.  
And the wise Solon the Athenian,  
Allowed whores to be free for any man.  
And though these things the Pagan people did,  
Yet Christian governments these things forbidden.  
But there's no Commonwealth maintains the same,  
But where the 
a Not in any place but where Rome's supremacy is allowed.  Pope is Landlord of the game.  
The Stews in England bore a beastly sway,  
Till the eight 
b Anno Regni 37.  Henry banished them away:  
And since those common whores were quite put down,  
A damned crew of private whores are grown,  
So that the devil will be doing still,  
Either with public or with private ill.  
Thus much for whoring I must say again,  
It hath produced many valiant men:  
Brave Bastards have been famous Conquerors,  
And some great Lords, and Kings, and Emperors.  
As Hercules joves' mighty Bastard-sonne,  
And 
c So says Cornelius Agrippa, but I ●●●de it otherwise in Quintus Curtius.  Alexander King of Macedon:  
Clodovee King of France, from Bastardy,  
And William Conqueror, from Normandy.  
These, and a number more I could recite,  
Besides the unknown numbers infinite.  
And sure that wretched man that married is  
Unto a wife disposed to this amiss,  
Is mad to wrong himself at all thereby,  
With heartgrief and tormenting jealousy.  
If he hath cause for't, let him then forsake her,  
And pray God mend her, or the devil take her:  
If she hath no cause to be jealous then,  
He's worthy to be made the scorn of men.  
Thus cause or no cause, man himself should arm,  
That jealousy should never do him harm.  
The Nicholaitans, to avoid the pain  
Of jealousy, amongst them did ordain,  
That all their married wives, of each degree,  
To every one a common Whore should be.  
And so amongst them one could hardly find,  
A Cuckold that did bear a jealous mind.  
When I but think what Sciences, and Arts,  
What men and women, full of excellent parts,  
Forget their functions, lay their virtues by,  
And wait and live, and thrive by Lechery.  
A Poet's Art, all other Arts excel,  
If he hath skill and grace to use it well:  
Yet many times 'tis used most base and vile,  
When it descends unto a bawdy style,  
To turn good humane studies, and divine,  
Into most beastly lines, like Aretine;  
To seek to merit everliving Bays,  
For sordid stuff (like Ovid's lustful Lays.)  
With false bewitching verses to entice  
Frail creatures from fair virtue to foul vice,  
Whose flattery makes a Whore to seem a Saint,  
That stinks like carrion, with her Pox and paint.  
Comparing her (with false and odious lies)  
To all that's in or underneath the skies,  
Her eyes to Suns, that do the Sun Eclipse,  
Her Cheeks are Roses (Rubies are her lips)  
Her white and red Carnation mixed with snow,  
Her teeth to oriental pearl, a Row,  
Her voice like Music of the heavenly Spheres,  
Her hair like thrice refined golden Wires,  
Her breath more sweet than Arromaticke drugs,  
●ile Mounts of Alabaster are her dugs,  
Her Bracelets, Rings, her Scarf, her Fan, her Chain,  
Are subjects to inspire a Poet's brain:  
But above all, her Smock most praise doth win,  
For 'tis the Curtain next unto her skin.  
Her lose Gown, for her loser body fit,  
Shall be adored with a flash of wit,  
And from the chin-clowt, to the lowly Slipper,  
●● Hdicorian streams his praise shall dip her.  
Leave unnamed what is affected best,  
●● 'tis most sit, for it maintains the rest;  
Her thighs, her knees, her legs, her feet, and all,  
●ro●top to toe are supernatural.  
Her ivory hands, with saphire veins inlaid,  
Which cannot be by mortal pen displayed.  
Her smile makes cold December Summer like,  
Her frown, hot june with shivering ●rost can strike,  
●ed life, and death doth in her looks abide,  
●r many Knaves and Fools that said so, lied.  
●● Shapperoones, her Periwigs and Tires,  
●●●● Relics, which this flattery much admires,  
●●●atoes, Mask her Busk and Busk-point too,  
●● things to which mad men must homage do.  
●●t Verdingale her Garters, Shoes and Roses;  
●●et Girdle that her wasteful waste encloses.  
●●ot one of these but's honoured with a Sonnet,  
●● the said poet be but set upon it.  
Another seeks to win his Wenches will,  
With oylie Oratories smoothing skill.   
As thus.  
MOst inestimable Magazine of beauty, rare Masterpiece of nature, perfections wonder, and ●●●s Quintessence, in whom the port and majesty ●● juno, the feature of Cytherea, the wisdom of ●ues Braine-bred 
a Pallas.  Girl, the chastity of Diana, ●d the constancy of Lucretia, have their dome●tall habitation, who with the Goddesses art ● side, with the Graces graced, with the Vertues ●●llifide, with the Muses honoured, and with the ●●ses admired: vouchsase, dread Empress of my ●●fection, to pardon the intrusive boldness of my stuned tongue (which was never tipped with the courtly Gloss of Adulation) who being the Am●●sadour of my heart, doth prostrate myself and ●● best services to be disposed of at your great com●ands: and as the Refulgent beams of Titan ●he parity of obscurity, soon glance or glimpse the translucencie of your eyes sun-dezeling corruscancy, will exile all the cloudy vapours of heart-tormenting moody melancholy; that like an usurping Tyrant, hath captivated your humble suppliant, thus servantly to implore your Clemency.  

Here's a sweet deal of scimble scamble stuff,  
To please my Lady Wagtayle (marry muff)  
Gep with the 
* Grinkcomes is an Utopian word, which is in English a P. at Paris.  Grinkcomes (but I speak too late)  
This kind of flattery makes a whore take state,  
Grows pocky proud, and in such port doth bear her,  
That such poor scabs as I, must not come near her.  
Thus may she live, (much honoured for her crimes)  
And have the Pox some twelve or 13 times,  
And she may be so bountiful again;  
To sell those Pox to three or fourscore men:  
And thus the Surgcons may get more by fare,  
By Whores and Peace, then by the sword and war.  
And thus a Whore (if men consider of it)  
Is an increasing gainful piece of profit,  
But of all Whores that I have named before,  
There's none so cunning as the City Whore,  
She hath so many several sorts of Bawds,  
To cloak and cover her deceits and frauds,  
That sure the Devil cannot more device  
Then she, to blind her horned husbands eyes.  
One offers Purls to sell, and fine Bonelace,  
And whispers that her Friend's in such a place:  
A second offers Starch, and tells her how  
Her sweetheart tarries for her at the Blow:  
A third sells Wafers, and a fourth hath Pins,  
And with these tricks these Bawd's admittance wine  
That had her Husband Argos eyes, yet he  
By these deceivers should deceived be.  
If all these fail, a beggar-woman may,  
A sweet love letter to her hands convey.  
Or a near Laundress, or a Hearbwife can,  
Carry a sleeveless message now and then.  
Or if this fail, her teeth may ache (for sooth)  
And then the Barber must come draw a Tooth:  
Or else she may be sick (upon condition)  
That such a Doctor may be her Physician,  
He feels her pulses, and applies his trade  
With Potions which th' Apothecary made;  
All's one for that, her health she quickly gains,  
Her Husband pays the Doctor for his pains.  
But of all Bawds, Gold is the Bawd indeed,  
It seldom speaks but it is sure to speed:  
It can blind Watches, open bolts and locks,  
Break walls of stone, as hard as Marble rocks:  
Make Iron bars give way, and gates fly open,  
Gives Lust the reynes to run with boundless scope,  
Kills jealousy, appeases Rivals, and  
Doth what the owners will or can command,  
And last of all, it stops the biting jaws  
Of the inst rigorous, and severest Laws.  
I therefore say. He that hath golden pelf,  
Hath a good Bawd, if so he please himself:  
Those that have gold, can want no Bawds or Queans  
Except they use a mean, to guide their means.  
To end this point, this consequence I'll grant,  
Those that have golden Bawds, no whores can want.  
And though the mighty power of gold be such,  
Yet Silver (many times) can do as much:  
Thus every 
* A scraping miserable: father, that cares not how he get Gold to leave it to a Whoremaker his Son, in his sons provident Bawd.  wealthy Whoremaster may bear  
His Bawd in's purse, or pocket any where.  
For mine own part, I live not in such want,  
But that I eat and sleep, though coin be scant:  
And 'cause I want the Bawd I named before,  
By consequence I needs must want the Whore:  
And wanting of them both, I hope to be,  
From Gouts, Pox, and extortion ever free.  
But as there's wondrous difference in men's meat,  
So is the odds of Whores exceeding great:  
Some Rampant, & some Couchant, and some Passant,  
Some Guardant, & some Dormant, & some Crescent.  
Some Pendant, some (a Pox on't) but the best on't,  
A private Whore, trade's safely, there's the jest on't.  
Besides, as Whores are of a several cut,  
So fitting Titles on them still are put:  
For if a Prince's love to her decline,  
For manners sake she's called a Concubine:  
If a great Lord, or Knight, affect a Whore,  
She must be termed his Honour's Paramour:  
The rich Gull Gallant calls her Dear and Love,  
Duck, Lamb, Squall, Sweetheart, Coney, and his Dove:  
A pretty wench she's with the Countryman,  
And a Kind Sister with the Puritan,  
She's a Priest's Leman, and a Tinker's Pad,  
Or Dell, or Doxy (though the names be bad)  
And amongst Soldiers, this sweet piece of Vice  
Is counted for a Captain's Cockatrice.  
But the mad Rascal, when he's five parts drunk,  
Calls her his Drah, his Quean, his jill, or Punk,  
And in his fury'gins to rail and roar, ●  
Then with full mouth, he truly calls her Whore:  
And so I leave her, to her hot desires,  
‛ ●Mongst Pimps, and Panders, and base Applesquires,  
To mend or end, when age or Pox will make her  
Detested, and Whoremasters all forsake her.    

A comparison betwixt a Whore and a Book.  

ME thinks I hear some Caviller object,  
That 'tis a name absurd and indirect,  
To give a Book the Title of a Whore:  
When sure I think no Name befits it more.  
For like a Whore by daylight, or by Candle,  
'Tis ever free for every knave to handle:  
And as a new whore is beloned and sought,  
So is a new Book in request and bought.  
When whores wax old and stolen, they're out of date,  
Old Pamphlets are most subject to such fate,  
As Whores have Panders to emblaze their worth,  
So these have Stationers to set them forth,  
And as an old whore may be painted new  
With borrowed beauty, fair unto the view,  
Whereby she for a fine fresh whore may pass,  
Yet is she but the rotten whore she was.  
So Stationers, their old cast Books can grace,  
And by new Titles paint afresh their face.  
Whereby for currant they are passed away.  
As if they had come forth but yesterday.  
A Book is dedicated, now and than  
To some great worthy, or unworthy man:  
Yet for all that, 'tis common unto me,  
Or thee, or he, or all estates that be:  
And so a man may have a Whore (forsooth)  
Supposing she is only for his tooth:  
But if the truth he would seek out and look,  
She's common unto all men, like a Book.  
A Book with gaudy coat, and silken strings,  
Whose inside's full of obscene beastly things,  
Is like a whore, Caparisoned and trapped,  
Full of infection, to all mischief apt.  
As one whore may be common unto any,  
So one Book may be dedicated to many.  
And sure I say, and hope I speak no slander,  
To such a Book, the Poet is the Pander.  
He prostitutes his muse to every one,  
Which should be constant unto one alone:  
This is a kind of Bawd'ry vile and base,  
Kills bounty, and is Poetryes' disgrace.  
And left they should be lost, it is ordained,  
That Books within a Library are chained;  
So he that to himself will keep a Whore,  
Must chain her, or she'll trade with forty more.  
As Books are lease by lease oft turned and tossed,  
So are the Garments of a Whore (almost:)  
For both of them, with a wet finger may  
Be folded or unfolded, night or day.  
Moreover, 'tis not very hard to prove,  
That Books and Whores may Rivals be in Love;  
(To purchase men's displeasure I am loath)  
But sure good Scholars still have loved them both  
Some Books have their Errates at the last,  
That tell their errors and offences past.  
So many great Whores did in state survive,  
But when death did their hateful life's depriu●,  
Their faults escaped and their Errates than  
Have been made manifest and known to men.  
Some Books and Whores to wicked purpose her,  
Do, for their faults, receive one punishment.  
●● Bukes are often burnt, and quite forgotten,  
●●●● Whore are ouer-stewed or roasted rotten.  
●● experience shows that Books much knowledge brings,  
●nd by experience Whores know many things.  
●●● as ●●ed justice, all men's loss repairs,  
●●● whores do give to all men what is theirs.  
●●● she learns, yet will she much rebuke us,  
●● I we do play the part of true Eunuchus.  
●●● Books profane, or else Heretical,  
●●● so●●ilous, nonsense, Schismatical,  
●●●erts man judgement, and his soul pollutes,  
●●ch are all Whores, and such will be their fruits.  
●● one Slovens soil a Book in little space,  
●●nd slaver it, and so the Leaves deface:  
●●●nd some again will take a cleanly course  
●●o read it daily, yet 'tis ne'er the worse.  
●●● some man use a Whore, when once they have her,  
●They'le touse and tear, and beastly all beslaver,  
When forty neat Whoremasters might have played  
●●nd used her, and she still be thought a maid.  
●● that doth read a Book he likes, would be  
●●loue from any Interruption free;  
●●nd he that with a Whore would toy or lie,  
●● think desires other Company.  
●● When Books are wet, their beauties gone or soiled,  
●●, wash a whore, and all her paintings sooyled:  
●●nd as an old Whore (spite of Paint and clothing)  
●●als at the last, the object of men's loathing,  
●scorn'd and unpitied, and to finish all,  
●●yes in Ditch, or in an Hospital:  
●● Pamphlets, and some works of writers Grave,  
●●re used much worse than Whores by many a Knave:  
Who ne'er regard the matter or the price,  
●ot tear like Tyrants, to wrap Drugs or Spice,  
●● which is worse, in Privy matters use them,  
●● worst of all, like Roarers they abuse them:  
When as they rend good Books to light and dry  
●●● ●●● (England's ds bainefull Deity.)  
And 'tis a thing I ne'er thought on before,  
A 
* Now a days.  book's examined stricter than a Whore:  
There's not a Sheet, a Lease, a Page, a Verse,  
A word, or syllable, or letter (scarce)  
But that (Authority) with judgements eye,  
Doth diligently look, and search, and pry,  
And gauge the sense, and first will vnderstand all,  
Lest in a Phrase, or word, there lurk a scandal.  
And my poor Whore in this hath not been spared,  
Her skirts were curtailed, & he nails were 
* She would have scratched else.  pared.  
All's one for that, though she such usage had,  
she's not left naked, though not richly clad,  
I knew she must be questioned, and I say,  
I am right glad she scaped so well away.  
And should all Whores of high and low degree,  
(As Books are) to account thus called be,  
The whorish number would wax very small,  
Or else men never could examine all.  
This Book my Whore, or else this Whore my Book,  
(She bears both names, so neither is mistook)  
Respects not all her enemies a straw,  
If she offended, she hath had the Law,  
She was examined, and she did confess,  
And had endured the torture of the Press:  
Her faults are printed unto all men's sight,  
Unpartially declared in black and white:  
And last, in Paul's Churchyard, and in the streets,  
She suffers Penance up and down in Sheets.  
And if all Whores to do the like were made,  
A Linen Draper were the richest Trade.   

If any Whore be honcster than mine is,  
I'll write no more, but stop my mouth with    
FINIS.   

An arrant Thief, whom every Man may trust: In Word and Deed exceeding true and just. With a Comparison between a Thief and a Book.  


THis Water 
m The Anigram of Rat is Art.  Rat, (or Art) I would commend,  
But that I know not to begin or end:  
He read his Verses to me, and which more is,  
Did move my Muse to write Laudem Authoris,  
If for his Land Discoveries 
* I touch not his Travails to Scotland, jermany, or Bohemis, or the Paper Boat.  she should praise him,  
Whether would then his liquid knowledge raise him?  
Read his two Treatises of Thief and Whore,  
You'll think it time for him to leave his Oar.  
Yet thus much of his worth I cannot smother,  
'Tis well for us when Thiefs peach one another.  
This Preface is but poor, 'tis by a Boy done,  
That is a Scholar of the School of Cloydon,  
Who when he hath more years and learning got,  
he'll praise him more or less, or not a ist.   
Given upon Shrove Tuesday from our seat, in the second Form of the famous free School of Croyden.  
By RICHARD HATTON.   


WHen a fresh Waterman doth turn Saltpict,  
His Muse must prattle all the world ●●● know it:  
Of Whores and Thiefs (he writes two merry B●●●●●  
He love's them both, I know it by his looks.  
Alas, I wrong him! blame my Muse, not we,  
She never spoke before, and rude may be.   
Given from the low estated●● the fift Form near to the School door at Croyden beforesaid.  
By GEORGE HATTON.   

TO THE HOPEFUL PAIR OF BRETHREN, AND MY WORTHY PATRONS, Master RICHARD, and GEORGE HATTON, Love, Learning, and true Happiness.  

Your Muses, th'one a Youth, and one an Infant,  
Gave me two panegyrics at one Instant:  
The first Pen, the first line it pleased to walk in,  
Did make my 
* This Gentleman was pleased Anagrammatically to call me Water Rat, or water Art, which I do Anagrammatiae Water-rat, to be A true Art.  Art a Rat, and like Grimalkin,  
Or a kind needful Vermin-coursing Cat.  
By Art I play, but will not care your Rat.  
I thank you that you did so soon determine,  
To Anagram my Art into a Vermin,  
For which I vow, if e'er you keeps a Dairy,  
Of (now and then) a Cheese I will impair ye.  
Kind Mr. George, your Muse must be exalted,  
My Poetry you very well have salted.  
Salt keeps things sweet, & makes them relish sau'ry,  
And you have powdered well my honest ●na ●●.  
I thank you to, nor will I be ingrateful,  
Whilst Rhyme or Reason deigns to fill my pare full  
You truly say that I love Whores and Thiefs well,  
And half your speech I think the world belieus well.  
For should I hate a Thief, Thiefs are so commos,  
I well could neither love myself or no man;  
But for Whores love, my purse would never hold o●.  
They'll Cheat and pick the Silver and the Gold o●.  
You both have graced my Thief, he hath confessed,  
You (like two Shrieves) conveyed him to be Prised  
In mirth you writ to me, on small Requesting,  
For which I thank you both, in harmless jesting,  
And may your Studies to such goodness raise you,  
That God may ever love, and good men praise you.   
Yours, when you will, where you will in what you will, as you will with your will, against your will; at this time, at any time, at all time or sometimes, in pastimes.  
JOHN TAYLOR.   

To any Reader He or She, It makes no matter what they be.  
WHen you open this first leaf, imagine you are come within the door of my house, where according as you behave yourselves, you are courteously welcome, or you may lay down the Book, and got the same way you came: the flattering of Readers, or begging their acceptance, is an argument that the ware is scarce good which the Author means to utter, or that it is a Cheap year of wit, and his lies upon his hands, which makes him pitifully, like Suppliant to begin, Honourably Complaineth to your Humbleness, ('tis but mistaken the first should be last.) Some men have demanded of me, why I do write upon such slight subjects, as the Praise of Hempseed. The Travails of Twelvepences. Tailor's ●●oose. The Antiquity of Begging. A Cormorant. A Common Whore. And now an an arrant Thief? To whom I answer here, that many Grave and excellent Writers have employed their Studies to good purposes in as trivial matters as myself; and I am assured that the meaner the subject is, the better the Invention must be, for (as Tom Nash ●●id) every Fool can fetch Water out of the Sea, or pick Corn out of full Sheaves, but to ●●ing Oil out of Flint, or make a plentiful Harvest with little or no Seed, that's the Workman but that's not I And Gentlemen, as I lately sent you a Whore that was honest, so have now sent you a Thief, that will never Rob you, nor pick your Pockets of more than you are willing to part withal.  
Yours at all good times: JOHN TAYLOR.   

A THIEF.  

Lately to the world did send a 
a A Book I writ called a whore.  whore,  
And she was welcome, though she was but poor,  
And being so, it did most strange appear  
That poverty found any welcome here,  
But when I saw that many Rich men sought  
My whore, & with their coin her freedom bought,  
I mused, but as the cause I out did ferret  
I found some Rich in Purse, some poor in merit,  
Some earned Scholars, some that scarce could spell:  
Yet all did love an honest whore, right well,  
'twas only such as those that entertained her,  
Whilst scornful Kuaves, & witless Fools disdained her.  
Now to defend her harmless Innocence,  
I send this Thief to be her Just defence:  
Against all true-men, and I'll undertake  
There are not many that dare answer make.  
Then rouse my Muse, be valiant, and be brief,  
Be confident, my true and constant Thief;  
Thy trade is scartred, universally;  
Throughout the spacious world's Rotundity,  
For all estates and functions great and small,  
Are for the most part Thiefs in general,  
Excepting Millers, Weavers, Tailors, and  
Such true trades as no stealing understand.  
Thou art a Thief (my Book) and being so  
Thou findest thy fellows wheresoeu'r thou go:  
Birds of a feather still will hold together,  
And all the world with thee are of a feather:  
The odds is, thou art a Thief by nomination,  
And most of men are Thiefs in their vocation.  
Thou neither dost cog, cheat, steal, swear orlye,  
Or gatherest goods by false dishonesty,  
And thou shalt live when many of the Crew  
Shall in a Halter bid the world Adieu.  
And now a thought into my mind doth fall,  
To prove whence Thiefs have their original:  
I find that jupiter did watonly  
On Maya get a son called Mercury,  
To whom the people oft did sacrifice,  
Accounting him the God of Merchandise:  
Of Eloquence, and rare invention sharp,  
And that he first of all devised the Harp.  
The God of Tumbless, jugglers, fools and jesters,  
Of Thiefs and fiddlers that the earth bepesters,  
Fair Venus was his Sister, and I find  
He was to her so much unkindly kind,  
That he on her beg at Her 〈…〉,  
As Ovid very wittily doth write:  
His wings on head and heels true Emblems be,  
How quick he can invent, how quickly flee:  
By him are Thiefs inspired, and from his gift  
They plot to steal and run away most swift:  
In their conceits and flights, no men are sharper,  
Each one as nimble-fingered as a Harper.  
Thus Thieving is not altogether base,  
But is descended from a lofty Race.  
Moreover every man, himself doth show  
To be the Son of Adam, for we know  
He stole the Fruit, and ever since his Seed,  
To steal from one another have agreed.  
Our Infancy is Theft, 'tis manifest  
We cry and Rob our Parents of their Rest:  
Our Childhood Robs us of our Infancy,  
And youth doth steal out childhood wantonly:  
Then Manhood pilfers all our youth away,  
And middleage our Manhood doth convey  
Unto the Thieving hands of feeble age:  
Thus are we all Thiefs, all our Pilgrimage,  
In all which progress many times by stealth,  
Strange sicknesses do Rob us of our health.  
Rage steals our Reason, Envy thinks it fit  
To steal our Love, whilst Foliy steals our wit.  
Pride filcheth from us our Humility,  
And Lechery doth steal our honesty,  
Base Avarice, our Conscience doth purloin,  
Whilst sloth to steal our minds from work doth ioy●●  
Time steals upon us, whilst we take small care,  
And makes us old before we be ware:  
Sleep and his brother Death conspite our fall.  
The one steals half our lives, the other all.  
Thus are we Robbed by Morpheus, and by Mu●,  
Till in the end, each Corpse is but a Coarse,  
Note but the seasons of the year, and see  
How they like Thiefs to one another be;  
From Winter's frozen face, through snow & showers  
The Spring doth steal roots, plants, buds & flowers  
Then Summer Robs the Spring of nature's suit,  
And harvest Robs the Suramer of his fruit,  
Then Winter comes again, and he bereaves  
The Harvest of the Grain, and Trees of Leaves,  
And thus these seasons Rob each other still  
Round in their course, like Horses in a mill.  
The Elements, Earth, Water, Air, and Fire  
To rob each other daily do conspire:  
The fiery Sun from th' Ocean, and each River  
Exhales their Waters, which they all deliver:  
This water, into Clouds the Air doth steal,  
Where it doth unto Snow or Haile congeal,  
Until at last Earth robs the Air again  
Of his stolen Treasure, Hail, Sleet, Snow or Ri●●  
Thus be it hot or cold, or dry or wet,  
These Thiefs, from one another steal and get  
Night robs us of the day, and day of night:  
Light pilfers darkness, and the darkness light.  
Thus life, death, seasons, and the Elements,  
And day and night, for Thiefs are precedents.  
Two arrant Thiefs we ever bear about us,  
The one within, the other is without us;  
All that we get by toil, or industry,  
Our Backs and Bellies steal continually:  
For though men labour with much care and cark  
Lie with the Lamb down, rise up with the Lar●,  
Swear and forswear, deceive, and lie and cog,  
And have a Conscience worse than any Dog,  
Be most ungracious, extreme vile and base,  
And (so he gain) not caring for disgrace:  
Let such a Man or Woman count their gains,  
They have but meat, and raiment for their pains.  
No more have they that doelive honestest,  
Those that can say their Cousciences are best,  
Their Bellies and their Backs, day, night and hou●●,  
The fruits of all their labours do devour:   

These Thiefs do rob us, with our own good will,  
And have dame natures warrant for it still,  
●● crimes these Sharks do: work each others wrack,  
●● revening Belly, often robs the back:  
Will feed like Dives, with Quail, Rail, & Pheasant,  
●be●●● all tattered like a Peasant.  
Sometimes the gaudy Back man's Belly pines,  
●●which he often with Duke Humphrey dines:  
●● whilst the mind defends this hungry stealth,  
●● s●ies a temperate diet maintains health,  
●●●● cry, let guts with famine mourn,  
●● maw's unseen, good outsides must be worn,  
●● these Thiefs rob us, and in this pother  
●●mind consents, and then they rob each other:  
●●knowledge and our learning (oft by chance)  
●● steal and rob us of our ignorance:  
●● ignorance may sometimes gain promotion  
There it is held the mother of devotion)  
●●●knowledge joined with learning, are poor things,  
●at many times a man to begg'ry brings:  
●●● fortune very oft doth justly fit  
●●l to have all the wo●●●, some all the wit.  
●●●● robs some men, into it list,  
●eales their coin (as Thiefs do) in a mist:  
●● men to rob the pot will ne'er refrain,  
Still the pot rob them of all again.  
prodigal can steal exceeding brief,  
aches his own purse, and is his own dear Thief:  
And thus within us, and without us we  
●●● Thiefs, and by Thiefs always pillaged be.  
●● then unto the greatest Thiefs of all,  
Those Th●●●●●y is most high and capital:  
●● that for pomp, and Titles transitory,  
●●your Almighty Maker of his Glory,  
●● give the honour due to him alone,  
●to a carved block, a stock or stone,  
●●image, a similitude, or feature  
Angel Saint, or Man, or any creature,  
●● Altars, Lamps, to Holybread, or Waters,  
●●● shrines, or tapers, of such juggling matters,  
●● relics of the dead, or of the living;  
●is is the most supremest kind of Thieving.  
besides they all commit this felony,  
●t break the Sabbath day maliciously,  
●●● gives us six days, and himself hath one,  
●●herein he would (with thanks) be called upon:  
●● those that steal that day to bad abuses,  
●● God of honour, without all excuses:  
Into these Thiefs, my Thief doth plainly tell,  
But though they hang not here, they shall in hell,  
Accept repentance, (and unworthy Guerdon  
●●rough our Redeemers merits) gain their pardon.  
●● there's a crew of Thiefs that pry and lurch,  
And steal and share the livings of the Church;  
These are hell's factors merchants of all evil,  
Rob God of souls, and give them to the Devil,  
For where the tithe of many a Parish may  
Allow a good sufficient Preacher pay,  
Yet hellish pride, or lust, or avarice,  
Or one or other foul licentious vice,  
Robs learning, robs the people of their reaching,  
(Who in seven years perhaps do hear no preaching)  
When as the Parsonage by account is found  
Yearly worth two, three or four hundred pound,  
Yet are those Souls served, or else starved, I fear,  
With a poor 
a In the 93. page of a Book, called The Spirit of Detraction, the Author cities 12. parishes in one Hundred in Wales in this predicament.  Reader for eight pounds a year.  
A Preacher breaks to us the Heavenly Bread,  
Whereby our straying Souls are taught and fed:  
And for this heavenly work of his, 'tis sense  
That men allow him earthly recompense.  
For shall he give us food that's spiritual,  
And not have means to feed him corporal?  
No sure: (of all men) 'tis most manifest,  
A painful Churchman earns his wages best.  
Those that keep back the Tithes, I tell them true,  
Are arrant Thiefs in robbing God ofed due:  
For he that robs God's Church (t'increase his pelf)  
'Tis most apparent, he robs God himself.  
The Patron oft deals with his Minister  
As Dionysius with 
b jupitert Idol in Siracusa in Sicilia.  jupiter.  
He stole his golden Cloak, and put on him  
A Coat of cotton, (nothing near so trim)  
And to excuse his theft, he said the gold  
Was (to be worn) in Winter time, too cold.  
But in the Summer, 'twas too hot and heavy,  
And so some Patroness use the tribe of Levy:  
That for the Winter's cold, or Summer's heat,  
They are so bold, they scarce have clothes & mout.  
Amongst the rest, there may some pastors be.  
Who enter in through cursed Simony:  
But all such are notorious Thiefs therefore,  
They climb the wall, & not come through the 
c The door is Christ.  door:  
Thus Mevelaus did the Priest hood win  
From jason, by this simonayck sin,  
For he did pay three hundred talents more  
Than jason would (or could) disburse therefore.  
And many a'mitred Pope and Cardinal  
This way have got their state Pontifical:  
These rob and steal, for which all good men grieves,  
And make the house of prayer a den of Thiefs.  
But though the Hangman, here they can outface,  
Yet they shall all hang in a worse place.  
Then there are Thiefs, who make the Church their gains,  
Who can preach well, yet will not take the pains:  
Dumb dogs, or ravening wolves, whose careless care  
Doth fat themselves, & keep their flocks most bare.  
Besides Churchwardens, with a griping fist,  
Like Thiefs may rob their Vestry, if they list,  
The poors neglector (O I pardon crave)  
Collector I should say, may play the knave,  
The Thief I would have said, but choose you whether,  
He may be both, and so he may be neither.  
So leaning Church- Thiefs, with their cursed stealth,  
I'll now descend unto the Common wealth.  
And yet me thinks I should not pass the Court,  
But sure Thiefs dare not thither to resort.  
But of all Thiefs in any King's Dominion.  
A flatterer is a curpurse of opinion,  
That like a pickpocket, doth lie and wait,  
To steal himself into a man's conceit.  
This Thief will often daub a great man's vice,  
Or rate his virtue at too low a price,  
Or at too high a pitch his worth will raise,  
To fill his ears with flattery any ways.  
Surveyors, and purveyors, now and then  
May steal, and yet be counted honest men.  
When men do for their living labour true.  
He's a base Thief, that pays them not their due.  
They are all Thiefs, that live upon the fruits  
Of Monopolies, of ungodly suits.  
The judge or justice that do bribes desire.  
Like Thiefs, deserve a halter for their hire.  
A Reverend Father, worthy of believing.  
Said, Taking bribes was Gentlemanlike Thieving.  
A Merchant now and then his goods may bring.  
And steal the custom, and so rob the King.  
Thiefs they are all, that scrape and gather treasures,  
By wares deceitful, or false weights or measures.  
That Landlord is a Thief that racks his rents.  
And mounts the price of rotten tenements,  
Almost unto a damned double rate,  
And such a Thief as that 
* One that eight years since bought many houses, where I and many poor men dwelled, and presently raised not rents, from three pounds to five pounds, but I changed him quickly for a better. , myself had late.  
A pair of lovers, are stark Thiefs, for they  
Do kindly steal each others heart away.  
Extortioners, I Thiefs may truly call,  
Who take more interest than the principal.  
Executors, and overseers Thieving,  
Have often wronged the dead, and robbed the living.  
All those within the rank of Thiefs must be,  
That trust their wares out from three months to three,  
And make their debtors thrice the worth to pay,  
Because they trust them, these are Thiefs I say,  
That do fell time, which unto God belongs,  
And beggar whom they trust most, with these wrongs.  
He is a Thief, and basely doth purloin,  
Who borroweth of his neighbour's goods, or coy●●●  
And can, but will no satisfaction give,  
These are the most notorious Thiefs that life's  
Upon such Thiefs (if Law the same allowed)  
A hanging were exceeding well bestowed,  
A Farmer is a Thief, that hoards up grain  
In hope of dearth, by either drought or rain,  
He steals God's treasures, and doth quite forget,  
That over them he's but a Steward set,  
And for this rob'ry he deserves to wear  
A riding knot an inch below his ear.  
Of drinking, Thiefs exceeding, store there are,  
That steal themselves drunk ere they be ware:  
These are right rob-pots, rob-wits, and rob-purses,  
To gain diseases, begg'ry, and Gods curses.  
Drawers, and Tapsters too are Thiefs I think,  
That nick their pots, and cheatmen of their drinks  
And when guests have th●●● liquor in their brain,  
Steal pots half full, to fill them up again.  
Though this be Thieu'ry, yet I must confess,  
'Tis honest Thift to punish Drunkenness.  
And of small Thiefs, the Tapster I prefer,  
He is a Drunkard's executioner.  
For whilst his money lasts, he much affects him,  
Then, with the rod of poverty corrects him.  
A Chamberlain unto his guests may creep,  
And pick their pockets, when theyare drunk asleepe●  
But amongst Thiefs, that are of low repute,  
An Ostler is a Thiefs, most absolute:  
He with a candle's end Horse teeth can grease,  
They shall eat neither hay, oats, beans, or pe●●,  
Besides a hole i'th' Manger, and a Bag  
Hanged underneath, may cousin many a Nag,  
And specially, if in a Stable dark,  
If one do not the Ostlers knau'ry mark,  
He will deceive a man, before his faoe,  
On the pecks bottom, some few out's he'll pl●●●,  
Which seems as if it to the brim were full,  
And thus the knave both man and horse will gulf,  
If he break horsebread, he can thus much do,  
Amongst five loaves, his codpiece swallows two  
The Ostler says the horse hath one good trick,  
Quick at his meat, he needs must travel quick  
If men, at full rack for their horse-meat pay,  
So hard into the rack he'll tread the Hay,  
That out, the poor beasts cannot get a bit,  
And th'Hostler's held an honest man for it,  
For who would think the horses want their right,  
When as the rack is still full, day and night?  
With bottles, if men will have horses said,  
●each a groatsworth ere they go to bed,  
●● thief's Ostler can rob horse and men,  
●● steal the bottles from the rack again,  
●● put in Hay that's pissed upon, I wots,  
Which being dried no horse will eat a jot.  
And all such Ostlers, wheresoe'er they be,  
●●●feme a horses nightcap for their fee.  
●● stole a wife, and married her in post,  
●● hanging had been better stolen, almost:  
●● her he might and day was long perplexed,  
●●ted scolded at, defamed, and vexed,  
That (in comparison of all his pain)  
●● friendly hanging had been mighty gain.  
There's an old speech, a Tailor is a Thief,  
And an old speech he hath for his relief,  
●dlnot equivocate, I'll glue him's due,  
●●He (truly) steals not, or he steals not, true. 
* He Cannot steal truly, or truly he cannot steal.   
Those that report so, mighty wrong do do him,  
For how can he steal that, that's brought unto him?  
And it may be they were false idle speeches,  
That one brought Cotton once, to line his Breeches,  
And that the Tailor laid the Cotton by,  
And with old painted Cloth, the room supply,  
Which as the owner (for his use) did wear,  
avail or seeg, by chance his breech did tear,  
At which he saw the linings, and was worth,  
For Dives and Lazarus on the painted Cloth,  
The Gluttons dogs, and hell's fire hotly burning,  
With fiends and flesh hooks, whence there's no returning.  
He ripped the other breech, and there he spied  
The pampered Prodigal on cockhorse ride:  
There was his fare, his fiddlers, and his whores,  
His being poor, and beaten out of doors,  
His keeping hogs, his eating husks for meat,  
His lamentation and his home retreat,  
His welcome to his father, and the feast,  
The farcalfe killed, all these things were expressed.  
These transformations filled the man with fear,  
That he hellfire within his breech 
* This fellow's breeches were not lined with Apocrypba. I heard of one that had picture of the Devil, in the back linings of his Doublet witness at the Swan in St. Martin's.  should bear,  
He mused what strange enchantments he had been in,  
That turned his linings, into painted linen.  
His fear was great, but at the last to rid it,  
A Wizard told him, 'twas the Tailor did it.  
One told me of a 
* This miller ●lept a windmill not many years since, at Pur●●et in Essex.  miller that had power  
Sometimes to steal five bushels out of four:  
As once a windmill (out of breath) lacked wind,  
A fellow brought four bushels there to grind,  
And hearing neither noise of knap or tiler,  
Laid down his corn, and went to seek the miller:  
Some two flight-shoot to th'alehouse he did wag,  
And left his sack in keeping with his Nag,  
The miller came a by-way up the hill,  
And saw the sack of corn stand at the mill,  
Perceiving none that could his thest gainsay,  
For toll taken bag and grift, and all away.  
And a crossway unto the Alchouse hied him,  
Whereas the man that sought him, quickly spied him.  
Kind miller (quoth the man) I left but now  
A sack of wheat, and I entreat that thou  
Wilt walk up to the mill where it doth lie,  
And grind it for me now the wind blows hie.  
So up the hill they went, and quickly found  
The bag and corn, stolen from the ground vngrouned.  
The poor man with his loss was full of grief,  
He, and the miller went to seek the Thief,  
Or else the corn: at last all tired and sad,  
(Seeking both what he had not, and he had)  
The miller (to appease or ease his pain)  
Sold him one bushel 
* Some say, that he sold him the four bushels again, and then stole one bushel for ●ll.  of his own again.  
Thus out of four the man five bushels lost,  
Accounting truly all his corn and cost.  
To mend all of this Thieving miller's brood,  
One half hours hauging would be very good.  
But there's a kind of steaking mystical,  
Pickpocket wits, filch lines Sophistical,  
Villains in verse, base runagates in rhyme,  
False rob-wits, and contemned slaves of time,  
Purloining Thiefs, that pilser from desert  
The due of study, and reward of art.  
Pot Poets, that have skill to steal translations,  
And (into English) filch strange tongues and Nations,  
And change the language of good wits unknown,  
These Thievish Rascals print them for their own.  
Mistake me not (good Reader) any ways,  
Translators do deserve respect and praise,  
For were it not for them, we could not have  
A Bible, that declares our souls to save,  
And many thousands worthy works would lie  
Not understood, or in obscurity,  
If they by learned men's intelligence,  
Were not translated with great diligence:  
I honour such, and he that doth not so,  
May his soul sink to everlasting woe.  
I speak of such as steal regard and fame,  
Who do translate, and hide the Author's name,  
Or such as are so barren of invention,  
That cannot write a line worth note, or mention,  
Yet upon those that can, will belch their spite,  
And with malicious tongues their names backbite.  
To this effect I oft have wrote before,  
And am enforced now this one time more,  
To take my pen again into my fist,  
And answer a depraving Emblemist;  
I spare to name him, but I tell him plain,  
If e'er he dare abuse me so again,  
I'll whip him with a jerking Satyrs lash,  
Fanged like th'invective muse of famous Nash;  
That he shall wish he had not been, or been  
Hanged, e'er he moved my just incensed spleen,  
He hath reported most maliciously,  
In sundry places amongst company,  
That I do neither write, nor yet invent  
The things, that (in my name) do pass in print:  
But that some Scholar spends his time and brain,  
And lets me have the glory and the gain.  
Is any Poet in that low degree,  
To make his muse work iourney-worke to me?  
Or are my lines with eloquence embellished,  
As any learning in them may be relished?  
Those that think so they either judge in haste,  
Or else their judgements palates out of taste.  
My pen in Helicon I ne'er did dip,  
And all my Scholarship is Schullership,  
I am an Englishman, and have the scope  
To write in mine own Country's speech (I hope)  
For Homer was a Grecian, and I note  
That all his works in the Greek tongue he wrote:  
Virgil, and Ovid, neither did contemn  
To use that speech, their mothers taught to them.  
Du Bartas, Petrarcke, Tassa, all their muses  
Did use the language that their country uses.  
And though I know but English, I suppose  
I have as many tongues as some of those,  
Their studies were much better, yet I say,  
I use my country's speech, and so did they.  
Because my name is Taylor, some do doubt,  
My best invention comes by stealing out  
From other Writers works, but I reply,  
And give their doubtful diffidence the lie.  
To close this point I must be very brief,  
And call them Knaves, that call me Poet Thief.  
But yet a Poet's theft, I must not smother,  
For they do often steal from one another:  
They call it borrowing, but I think it true,  
To tear me it stealing, were a style more due.  
There is a speech, that Poets still are poor,  
But ne'er till now I knew the cause wherefore:  
Which is, when their inventions are at best,  
Then they are daily robbed, 'tis manifest;  
For noble Thiefs and poor Thiefs all conjoin,  
From painful Writers studies to purloin,  
And steal their flashes, and their sparks of wit,  
Still uttering them at all occasions fit,  
As if they were their own, and these men are  
For their stolen stuff esteemed wife and rare.  
They call it borrowing, but I tell them plain,  
'Tis stealing, for they never pay again.  
The use of money's eight i'th' hundred still,  
And men in Bonds bound, as the owner will;  
But wit and Poetry (more worth than treasure)  
Is from the owners borrowed, at men's pleasure,  
And to the Poet's lot it still doth fall,  
To lose both interest and principal.  
This is the cause that Poets are poor men,  
theyare robbed, and lend, and ne'er are paid again.  
'Tis said that jacob (counselled by his mother)  
Did steal his father's blessing from his brother,  
This was a theft which few will imitate,  
Their father's blessings are of no such rate,  
For though some sons might have them for the craving:  
Yet they esteem them scarcely worth the having,  
Their father's money they would gladly steal,  
But for their blessings they regard no deal.  
And by their waters you may guess and gather,  
That they were sick and grieved of the Father:  
But on such Thiefs as those, I plainly say,  
A handsome hanging were not cast away.  
Some Thiefs may through an admirable skill,  
An honest Commonwealth both pole and pill:  
These fellows steal secure as they were Millers,  
And are substantial men, their Country's Pillars:  
Purloining polers, or the Barbers rather,  
That shave a Kingdom, cursed wealth to gather:  
These Pillars, or these Caterpillars swarms,  
Grow rich, and purchase goods by others harms,  
And live like Fiends, extremely feared and hated;  
And are, and shall be ever execrated.  
A King of Britain once Catellus 
* He was the fortyth King after Brute, and he reigned ●●● Christ's birth 171. years  named,  
Upon Record his Charity is famed:  
His justice, and his memory was so ample,  
He hanged up all oppressors, for example.  
If that Law once again were in request,  
Then, of all trades a Hangman were the best.  
These are the brood of Barrabas, and these  
Can rob, and be let lose again at ease,  
Whilst Christ (in his poor members) every day,  
Both suffer (through their Theft) and pine away.  
And sure all men, of whatsoever degree,  
Of Science, Art, or Trade, or Mystery,  
Or Occupation, whatsoever they are,  
For truth cannot with Watermen compare,  
●● know there's some objections may be made,  
How they are rude, uncivil in their trade:  
But that is not the question I propound,  
●● say no Theft can in the trade be found;  
Our greatest foes by no means can reveal,  
Which way we can deceive, or cheat, or steal:  
We take men in, and Land them at their pleasure,  
And never bate them half an inch of measure;  
Still at one price ourselves we waste and wear,  
Though all things else be mounted double dear:  
And in a word, I must conclude and say,  
A Waterman can be a Thief no way:  
Except one way, which I had half forgot,  
He now and then perhaps may rob the pot,  
Steal himself drunk, and be his own Purspicker,  
And chimically turns his coin to liquor.  
This is almost a universal Theft,  
A portion Fathers to their Sons have left:  
●●en are begot, and do like their begetters,  
And Watermen do learn it of their betters.  
there's nothing that doth make them poor & bare,  
●●ut b'cause they are such true men as they are:  
For if they would but steal like other men,  
The Gallows would devour them now and then;  
Whereby their number quickly would be less,  
Which (to their wants) would be a good redress.  
Their poverty doth from their truth proceed,  
Their way to thrive were to be Thiefs indeed:  
If they would steal, and hang, as others do,  
Those that survive it were a help unto;  
Truth is their trade, & truth doth keep them poor,  
But if their truth were less, their wealth were more,  
All sorts of men, work all the means they can,  
To make a Thief of every Waterman:  
And as it were in one consent they join, 
1 The Anagram of Waterman is, A TREW●MAN.   
To troth by land i'th' dirt, and save their coin.  
Carroaches, Coaches, jades and Flanders Mares,  
Do rob us of our shares, our wares, our Fares:  
Against the ground we stand and knock our heels,  
Whilst all our profit runs away on wheels;  
And whosoever but observes and notes,  
The great increase of Coaches and of Boats,  
Shall find their number more than e'er they were  
By half and more within these thirty years.  
Then Watermens at Sea had service still,  
And those that stayed at home had work at will:  
Then upstart Helcart-Coaches were to seek,  
A man could scarce see twenty in a week,  
But now I think a man may daily see,  
More than the Whirries on the Thames can be.  
When Queen Elizabeth came to the Crown,  
A Coach in England then was scarcely known,  
Then 'twas as rare to see one, as to spy  
A Tradesman that had never told a lie:  
But now, like plagues of Egypt, they do swarm,  
As thick as Frogs, or Lice, unto our harm.  
For though the King, the Counsel, and such States  
As are of high superior ranks and rates,  
For port or pleasure, may their Coaches have,  
Yet 'tis not sit that every Whore or Knave,  
And fulsome Madams, and new scurvy Squires,  
Should jolt the streets in pomp, at their desires,  
Like great triumphant Tamberlaines, each day,  
Drawn with the pampered lads of Belgia,  
That almost all the streets are choked outright,  
Where men can hardly pass, from morn till night. 
1 The Wherries were want to have all the Whores, till the Guaches robbed them of their custom.   
Whilst Watermen want work, and are at ease,  
To carry one another, if they please,  
Or else sit still, and poorly starve and dye;  
For all their livings on four Wheels do fly.  
Good Reader think it not too long, or much,  
That I thus amply on this point do touch:  
Now we are borne, we would our work apply  
To labour, and to live until we die;  
And we could live well, but for Coaches thieving,  
That every day do rob us of our living.  
If we, by any means, could learn the skill,  
To rob the Coachmen, as they rob us still;  
Then in the Session's book it would appear,  
They would be hanged five hundred in a year.  
Besides, it is too manisfestly known,  
They have the Saddler's trade almost o'rthrowne;  
And the best Leather in our Kingdom they  
Consume and waste; for which poor men do pay:  
Our Boots & Shoes to such high price they rear,  
That all our profit can buy none to wear.  
I in Bohemia saw that all but Lords,  
Or men of worth, had Coaches drawn with cords:  
And I my neck unto the rope would pawn,  
That if our Hackney ratlers were so drawn,  
With cords, or ropes, or halters, choose ye whether,  
It quickly would bring down the price of Leather.  
The Watermen should have more work I hope,  
When every hireliug Coach drawn with a rope,  
Would make our Gallants stomach at the matter,  
And now and then to spend their coin by water.  
Without all flattery, here my mind I break,  
The Proverb says, Give loser's leave to speak:  
They carry all our Fares, and make us poor,  
That to our Boats we scarce can get a 
d The Wherries were wont to have all the Whores, till the Coaches robbed them of their custom.  Whore.  
Some honest men and women now and then  
Will spend their monies amongst Watermen:  
But we are grown so many, and again,  
Our fares so few, that little is our gain.  
Yet for all this (to give the Devil his due)  
Our honest trade can no ways be untrue.  
If some be rude amongst the multitude,  
'Tis only want of work than makes them rude:  
'Tis want of money, and of manners too,  
That makes them do as too too oft they do:  
And every good thing that in them is scant,  
It still must be imputed to their want.  
But leaving true men, I must turn my style  
To paltry Thiefs, whose glory is their guile:  
For thrice three hundred of them from me took,  
Some of them ready money, some a Book,  
And set their hands to Bills, to pay to me,  
When I from Scotland should returned be.  
Crowns, pounds, or Angels, what they pleased to write,  
I have their filts to show in black and white.  
And after that, I to Bohemia went,  
And gave out money, and much money spent:  
And for these things, those Thiefs in general,  
Will neither give me gain or Principal.  
I lately wrote a 
* It is called a Kicksie winesie, or a Lerry cum twang.  Pamphlet to the Crew,  
That spoke their due, for keeping of my due:  
Wherein I gave them thankes that had me paid,  
And pardoned those that in their graves were laid:  
To those that were exceeding poor, or fled,  
(Except good words) I very little said;  
I prayed for them that only would and could not,  
And I inveighed at those that could and would not.  
And let those shifters their own judges be,  
If they have not been arrant Thiefs to me;  
For first and last they took (with their good wills)  
Near fifteen hundred Books upon their bills,  
And all their hands (if I the truth may utter)  
Are worse than obligations sealed with butter:  
For I have in my store (not worth a Louse)  
As many Bills as well may thatch a House;  
And there I have the hands of Knights and Squires:  
And Omnium gatherum cheating knaves and liars,  
Seven hundred in a Galley mawfrey, Close,  
Which I would sell for fifteen pence the Groce:  
They'll neither pay with coming, nor with sending,  
And are (like old Boots) past all hope of mending.  
First they did rob me of my expectation,  
And made me walk a long perambulation;  
And as my 
* To whom I in all humility must ever acknowledge my obedience and dutiful thankfulness and service.  Royal Master, when I came,  
The good Prince, and my Lord of Buckingham  
With many more of honour, worship, and  
Men of inferior callings in this Land,  
Were bountiful to me at my return;  
Yet I like one that doth one Candle burn  
In seeking of another, spent their gifts  
To find out sharks, and compliments, and shifts.  
Theft is the best name I can give their crime,  
They rob me of my Books, my coin, and time,  
Of others bounty, and mine own good hopes;  
And for this These I leave them to the Ropes.  
I speak to those that can and will not pay,  
When in the streets I meet them every day,  
They do not much mistake, if they do think  
I wish them 
a I have 700. Bills of their hands, which in all comes to ●●●● 300. ●.  hanged for keeping of my chink.  
Thus have I touched a crew of Thieving fellows,  
That rob beyond the compass of the Gallows:  
Whilst many little Thiefs are hanged up dead,  
That only steal for need, to find them bread:  
As Phara●h's fat Kine did the lean devour,  
So great Thiefs swallow small ones by their power.  
And sure I think that common Burglaries,  
Pickpockets, Highway- Thiefs, and Pilferies,  
And all that thus feloniously do Thieve,  
Are Thiefs whose labours 
b The trade of Thieving is very profitable to any men.  many do relieve.  
Who but poor Thiefs do jailors wants supply?  
On whom do Vnderkeepers still rely?  
From Thieving, money still is gotten thus,  
For many a Warrant and a Mittimus;  
And if men were not apt to filch and Thieve,  
'Twere worse for many a high and under Shrieve.  
The Halter-maker, and the Smith are getters,  
For fatal twist, and ponderous bolts and setters.  
The Carman hath a share amongst the rest,  
Although not voluntary, yet he's pressed.  
The Ballad-maker doth some profit reap,  
And makes a Taburne Dirge exceeding cheap,  
The whilst the Printers, and the doleful Singers,  
Do in these gainful business dip their fingers,  
The very Hangman hath the sleight and skill,  
To extract all his goods from others ill;  
He is the Epilogue unto the Law,  
And from the jaws of death his life doth draw.  
And last, the Hangman's Broker reaps the fruit,  
By selling to one Thief another's suit.  
Besides, Thiefs are fit members: for 'tis known,  
They make men caréfull how to keep their own,  
For were it not for them, we still should lie  
Rocked in the Cradle of security:  
Lulled in base idleness, and sluggish sloth,  
Apt to all ill, and to all goodness loath:  
Which would infect us, and corrupt the blood,  
And therefore for our health's sake Thiefs are good.  
And some men are so prone to steal, I think,  
It is as natural as their meat and drink,  
They are borne to't, and cannot do withal,  
And must be filching still, what e'er befall.  
A wisp of rushes, or a clod of land,  
Or any wadde of hay that's next to hand  
They'll steal, and for it have a good excuse;  
They do't to keep their hands in ure, or use:  
But not t'excuse a Thief in any case;  
I say there are some crimes as void of grace,  
On whom men scarce have feeling or a thought,  
Nor e'er like Thiefs are to the Gallows brought.  
Those that obey false gods, commit offence  
Against th' Eternal God's Omnipotence.  
Those that do graved Images adore,  
Are worse than Thiefs, yet are not hanged therefore;  
'tis treason high to take God's name in vain,  
Yet most men do't, through frailty, or for gain.  
The Sabbath is profaned continually,  
Whilst the offenders pay small 
* Or none at all.  penalty.  
And Parents are dishonoured, without awe,  
The whilst the children do escape the law:  
And murder, though't be ne'er so soul and deadly,  
Is oft times made manslaughter or chance-medley.  
Adulteries neighbourhood, and fornication,  
May be conniued at, with a toleration.  
A Witness, that false testimony bears,  
'Tis a great wonder if he lose his ears,  
But sure the Proverb is as true as brief,  
A Lyer's ever worse than a Thief,  
And 'tis called Thirst, when men their minds do set,  
To cover how their Neighbour's goods to get.  
To be vainglorious, and ambitious proud,  
Are Gentlemanlike parts, must be allowed.  
To bear an Envy, base and secretly,  
'Tis counted Wisdom, and great Policy.  
To be a Drunkard, and the Cat to whip,  
Is called the King of all good Fellowship.  
But for a Thief, the whole world doth consent,  
That hanging is the fittest punishment.  
But if that Law were put in execution,  
I think it would be Mankinds dissolution:  
And then we should have Land and Tenements  
For nothing, or for very easy Rents:  
Whereby we see that man his wealth esteems,  
And better than his God, his soul it deems:  
For let God be abused, and let his soul  
Run greedily into offences soul,  
He scarcely shall be questioned sored, but if  
(Amongst his other sins) he play the Thief,  
And steal men's goods, they all will sentence give,  
He must be hanged, he is unfit to live.  
In the Low Countries, if a wretch do steal  
But bread, or meat, to feed himself a meal,  
They will unmercifully beat and clout him,  
Hale, pull, and tear, & spurn, & kick & flout him.  
But if a Drunkard be unpledged a Can,  
Draws out his knife and basely stabs a man,  
To run away the Rascal shall have scope,  
None holds him, but all cry, 
* Run, Thief, Run.  Lope Scellum Lope.  
Thus there's a close connivance for all vice,  
Except for Theft, and that's a hanging price.  
One man's addicted to blaspheme and swear,  
A second to carouse, and domineore:  
A third to whoring, and a fourth to fight,  
And kill and slay, a fist man to backbite,  
A sixth and seventh, with this or that crime caught,  
And all in general much worse than naught,  
And amongst all these sianers general,  
The Thief must win the halter from them all,  
When if the matter should examined be,  
They do deserve it all, as much as he.  
Nor yet is Thievery any upstart sin,  
But it of long antiquity hath been:  
And by this trade great men have not disdained,  
To win renown, and have their states maintained.  
Grest Alexander's conquests, what were they  
But taking others goods and lands away?  
(In manners) I must call it Martial dealing,  
But truth will term it rob'ry, and flat stealing,  
For unto all the world it is well known,  
That he by force, took what was not his own.  
Some Writers are with Tamburlaine so brief,  
To style him with the name of Seythian Thief.  

* Plutar●b.  Lycurgus loved, and granted gifts beside  
To Thiefs that could steal, and escape unspide:  
But if they taken with the man were,  
They must restore, and buy the bargain dear.  
Thiefs were at all times ever to be had,  
Examples by the good Thief and the bad.  
And England still hath been a fruitful Land  
Of valiant Thiefs, that durst bid true men stand.  
One Bellin Dun 
a Hen. I. , a famous Thief surniued,  
From whom the cowne of Dunstable's derived:  
And Robin Hood 
b Rich. 2.  with little john agreed  
To rob the rich men, and the poor to feed.  

c Edw. 3.  The Priests had here such small means for their living,  
That many of them were enforced to Thieving.  
Once the fist Henry could rob excellent well,  
When he was Prince of Wales, as Storeiss tell.  
Then Friar Tuck a tall stout Thief indeed,  
Can better rob and steal, then preach or read,  
Sir Gosselin Deinuill, 
d Edw. 2.  with 200. more,  
In Friar's weeds, robbed and were hanged therefore,  
Thus I in Stories, and by proof do find,  
That stealing's very old, time out of mind,  
Eed I was borne, it through the world was spread,  
And will be when I from the world am dead.   

But leaving thus, my Muse in hand hath taken,  
To show which way a Thief is like a Book.    

A Comparison between a Thief and a Book.  

COmparisons are odious, as some say,  
But my comparisons are so no way:  
I in the Pamphlet which I wrote before,  
Compared a Book most fitly to a Whore:  
And now, as fitly my poor muse alludes,  
A Thief t'a Book in apt similitudes.  
A good Book steals the mind from vain pretences,  
From wicked cogitations, and offences:  
It makes us know the world's deceiving pleasures,  
And set our hearts on never ending treasures.  
So when Thiefs steal our Cattle, Coin or Ware,  
It makes us see how mutable they are:  
Puts us in mind that we should put our trust,  
Where Felon cannot steal, or Canker rust.  
Bad Books through eyes and ears do break and enter,  
And takes possession of the hearts frail Centre.  
Infecting all the little Kingdom Man,  
With all the poisonous mischief that they can,  
Till they hap robbed and ransacked him of all  
Those things which men may justly goodness call.  
Robs him of virtue, and of heavenly grace,  
And leaves him beggared, in a wretched case.  
So of our earthly goods, Thiefs steal the best,  
And richest jewels, and leave us the rest.  
Men know not Thiefs from true men by their looks,  
Nor by their outsides, no man can know Books.  
Both are to be suspected, all can tell,  
And wisemen e'er they trust, will try them well.  
A Book may have a title good and fair,  
Though in it one may find small goodness there:  
And so a Thief, whose actions are most vile,  
Steals good opinion, and a true man's style.  
Some Books (profane) the Sacred text abuse,  
With common Thiefs it is a common use.  
Some Books are full of lies, and Thiefs are so,  
One hardly can believe their yea, or no.  
Some Books are scurrilous and too obscene,  
And he's no right Thief that love's not a Quean.  
Some Book's not worth the reading for their fruits:  
Some Thiefs not worth the hanging, for their suits,  
Some Books are brief, and in few words declare  
Compendious matter, and acuteness rare:  
And so some Thiefs will break into a house,  
Or cut a purse whilst one can crack a Louse.  
Some Books are arrogant and impudent,  
So are most Thiefs in Christendom and Kent.  
Some Books are plain and simple, and some Thiefs  
Are simply hanged, whilst others get reprieves.  
Some Books like foolish Thiefs, their faults are spied  
Some Thiefs like witty Books, their faults can hide.  
Some Books are acquaint and quick in their conceits,  
Some Thiefs are active, nimble in their sleights,  
Some Books with idle stuff the Author fills,  
Some Thiefs will still be idle by their wills.  
Some Books have neither reason, law, or sense,  
No more have any Thiefs for their offence.  
A book's but one, when first it comes to th'press,  
It may increase to numbers numberless:  
And so one Thief perhaps may make threescore:  
And that threescore may make ten thousand more,  
Thus from one Thief, Thiefs may at last amount,  
Like Books from one Book past all men's account.  
And as with industry, and art, and skill,  
One Thief doth daily rob another still,  
So one Book from another (in this age)  
Steals many a line, a sentence or a page.  
Thus amongst Books, good fellowship I find,  
All things are common, Thiefs bear no such mind,  
And for this Thieving, Books with hue and cry  
Are sought, (as Thiefs are) for their Felony.  
As Thiefs are chased and sent from place to place,  
So Books are always in continual chase.  
As Books are strongly bossed, and clasped & bound,  
So Thiefs are manacled, when they are found:  
As Thiefs are oft examined for their crimes,  
So Books are used, and have been at all times.  
As Thiefs have oft at their arraignment stood,  
So Books are tried if they be bad or good.  
As juries and Grand juries, with much strife,  
Give up (for Thiefs) a Verdict, death or life.  
So as men's fancies evidence do give,  
The shame or fame of Books, to dye or live:  
And as the veriest Thief may have some friend,  
So the worst Books, some Knave will still defend.  
As Thiefs their condemnation must abide,  
Books are deemed true sometimes, sometimes be'iyd.  
As Thiefs are judged, so have Books again,  
As many censures (almost) as are men.  
And as their faults are different in degree,  
Some Thiefs are hanged, some Books are burnt we see,  
Some Thiefs are for their small offences whipped,  
All Books are pressed, except a Manuscript.  
As Thiefs are buried, when the Law is paid,  
So some Books in Oblivion's grave are laid.  
The jalors keep the Thiefs, and much regards,  
The strength of fetters, locks, bolts, grates & wards.  
And will know when and how abroad they go,  
And unto Books the Stationers● are so.  
Still Books and Thiefs in one conceit do join:  
For if you mark them, they are all for coin.  
Some Thiefs exceeding brave, a man may find  
In Satin, and their cloaks with velvet lined:  
And some Books have gay coats unto their backs,  
When as their insides, goods and goodness lacks.  
Same Books are all betattered, torn and rend,  
Some Thiefs endure a ragged punishment.  
Some Thiefs may come (their sorrows to increase)  
Before a shallow Officer of peace,  
One that can cough, call knave, and with nonsense  
Commit, before he know for what offence:  
A Book sometimes doth prove a thief's true friend,  
And doth preserve him from a hanging end:  
For let a man at any Sessions look,  
And still some Thiefs are saved by their Book.  
And so some Books to coxcombs hands may come,  
Who can cry pish, and mew, and tush, and hum,  
Condemn ere they have read, or throughly scanned,  
Abusing what they cannot understand.  
Some Thiefs are like a Hornbook, and begin  
Their A.B.C. of filching, with a pin;  
Their primer is a point, and then their Psalter  
May pick a pocket, and come near a Halter.  
Then with long practice in these rudiments,  
To break a house may be his Accidence,  
And using of his skill (thus day by day)  
By Grammar he may rob upon the way,  
Until at last, to wear (it be his hap)  
A Tyburn Tippet, or old Stories Cap.  
That is the highest degree which they can take,  
An end to all their studies there they make:  
For amongst Thiefs not one amongst a score,  
If they be raised so high, they'll steal no more.  
Thus the comparisons hold still you see,  
To Whores and Thiefs, Books may compared be.  
All are like Actors, in this wavering age,  
They enter all upon the world's great Stage:  
Some gain applause, and some do act amiss,  
And exit from the scaffold with a hiss.  
Now if my Whore or Thief play well their parts,  
Give them their due, applaud their good deserts.  
If ill, to Newgate hisse them, or Bridewell,  
To any place, Hull, Halifax or Hell.  
And thus the Thief and Book join both in one;  
Both having made an END, they both have DON.     

THE PRAISE AND VIRTUE OF a JAIL and JAYLERS: WITH THE MOST EXCELLENT MYSTERY, and necessary use of all sorts of Hanging. ALSO A TOUCH AT TYBURN FOR A PERIOD, AND THE AUTHOR'S FREE LEAVE TO LET THEM be hanged, who are offended at the Book without cause.  

DEDICATED To the 
a Reader, you must note, that this Gentleman did send me from the Fairne Island, a barrel of Gulls and Cormotant eggs, by ●●●●●●ing of which, I have attained to the understanding of many words which our Gulls and Cormotants do speaks here abou●●●,  Sensible, Reasonable, Affable, Amiable, Acceptable, minded, Honourable, in Wit, judgement, and Understanding Able, Robert Ruyg Gentleman, Rear Adelantado of the Holy Island, the Fairne, and the Staples, on the Coast of Northumbria.  

No hanging Tap'strie, Quilt, or Coverlet,  
This dedication of my wit could get:  
No Mattress, Blanket, Sheet, or Featherbed,  
Can have these labours of my working head:   

But (cold by nature) from my Nurse's dug,  
My inclination still hath loved a Rug:  
Which makes my thankful Muse thus bold to be,  
To consecrate this worthless worth to thee:  
Thou that within those happy Isles dost bide,  
Which Neptune's waves do from our Land divide,  
Where in the Holy Island stands a Fort  
That can defend, and injuries retort:  
That doth command a goodly Haven nigh,  
Wherein a hundred ships may safely lie:  
Thou in the 
b The Fairne Island standing 7. miles from the Holy Island into the Sea, the Holy Island stands seven miles from Barwiske. In the Fairne all sorts of Sea-fowle breed in such abundance, as you cannot step but upon Eggs or Fowl: They miss not to lay on Saint Marks day, and a fortnight after Lammas there is none to be seen. The Staple Lands belong to the Fairne, and stand two miles from it into the Sea, where the Fowl upon the rocks (like pinnacles) are so thick both upon the sides, and upon the tops, and with such curiosity build their nests, as the wit of man cannot lay that egg in his place again that is once taken up, to abide in the same place. Upon their flight the Sea is covered for half a mile, and the heavens above head obscured for the present.  Fairne and Staples bear'st such sway,  
That all the dwellers there do thee obey:  
Where Fowl are all thy fair inhabitants,  
Where thou (Commander of the Cormorants)  
Grand Governor of Gulls, of Geese and Ganders,  
O'er whom thou art none of the left Commanders:  
Whereas sometimes thou canst not stir thy legs,  
But thou must tread on tributary eggs:  
For they like honest, true, plain-dealing folks,  
Pay thee the custom of their whites and yolks,  
Which to thy friends ofttimes transported be,  
As late thou sent'st abarrell-full to me:  
And in requite all to so good a friend,  
This Prison, and this Hanging here I send.  
Because within the 
c There is but one house there, all the dwellers else be●●● Sea-fowle, who will neither know offences not punish●●●.  Fairne and Staples teo,  
The dwellers do as they do please to do.  
Their pride and lust, their stealing and their treason,  
Is all impouted to their want of reason:  
I therefore have made bold to send thee this,  
To show them what a jail and Hanging is.  
Thou hast from Hermes sucked the Quintessence  
Of quick Invention, and of Eloquence:  
And thou so well dost love good witty Books,  
That makes thee like Apollo in thy looks:  
For nature hath thy visage so much graced,  
That there's the ensign of true friendship placed.  
A chaulkie face, that's like a pewter spoon,  
Or buttermilk, or green cheese, or the meone,  
Are either such as kill themselves with care,  
Or hidebound miserable wretches are.  
Give me the man, whose colour and prospect,  
Like Titan when it doth on gold reflect;  
And if his purse be equal to his will,  
he'll then be frolic, free, and jovial still:  
And such a one (my worthy friend) art thou,  
To whom I dedicate this Pamphlet now;  
And I implore the Heavens to prove so kind,  
To keep thy state according to thy minàe.   
Yours with my best wishes, JOHN TAYLOR.   

THE VIRTUE OF AIAYLE, AND NECESSITY OF HANGING.  

MY freeborn Muse of bondage rudely treats,  
And strange vagaries in my Brain-pau beats:  
Whilst I unmask, unuisor, or unueile  
The virtues of a jaylot and a jail:  
And then of Hanging, and the Hangman's art  
My line do end, and at the Gallows part:  
First, I do find in Histories enrolled,  
I●●les for antiquity, are very old:  
For loseph was in prison (false accused, '  
That he his Master's Wife would have abused.)  
And all the world doth understand, a Prison  
Is not an upstart Fable newly risen.  
And lere●● was under bolts and locks,  
By Pasher once imprisoned in the 
a ●●●●●●  stocks:  
And after that he twice was put in 
b Chap. 32.  thrall,  
For true foretelling 
c Chap. 37.  Israel, Iudab's fall.  
The Sacred Histories do well declare,  
That Prisons for their time most ancient are.  
Yet though my lines do speak of layles, I see  
That mine invention and my Muse is free:  
And I do find the name of Prisone, frames  
Significant alluding Anagrams.   

As Thus   

1. PRISONE. Anagramma. NIP SORE.  

There men are Nipped with mischiefs manifold,  
With loss of freedom, hunger, thirst, & cold,  
With mourning shirts, and sheets, & lice some store,  
And thus a Prison truly doth Nip sore.    

2. PRISONE. Anagramma. IN ROPES.  

Again the very word portends small hopes,  
For he that's in a Prisone, is In Ropes.    

3. PRISONE. Anagramma. IN PROSE.  

To all good verses, Prisons are great foes,  
And many Poets they keep fast In Prose.    

4. PRISONE. Anagramma. NO PRIZE.  

IN deed it is no profit, or No Prize,  
But woeful purchase of calamities.  
The name of jails (by letters transposition)  
Doch very well discover their condition.    

5 JAILS. Anagramma. I SLAY.  

ANd well it doth befit it every way,  
The nature of all jails is still to slay:  
There are men slain most strange tormenting ways,  
In name, fame, state, and life, with long delays.    

6. BONDAGE. Anagramma. BANDOG.  

ANd Bondage like a Bandagge still doth gnaw,  
Fangd with the tusks of the biting law.    

7. JAILER. Anagramma. I rail.  

THis doth befit the jailer wondrous tr●●●●me,  
He at the prisoners rails, and they at him.    

8. ARRESTING. Anagramma. A STINGER.  

A Resting very well with this agrees,  
It is A Stinger worse than Wasps or B●●.    

OR, 9 ARRESTING. Anagramma. IN GRATES.  

THis very word includes poor prisoners fates,  
Arresting briefly claps 'em up In Grates.    

10. SERGEANT. Anagramma. IN ARESTE.  

TO turn this word unto the very best,  
A Sergeant In Areste doth breed unrest.    

OR, 11. SERGEANT. Anagramma. IN TEARS.  

IN cares and To●ts he leaves men to lament.  
When credit, coin, and goods, and all are spent.    

12. WARDS. Anagramma. DRAWS.  

A Prisoners purse is like a nurse, for why,  
His Ward or lodging draws or sucks it dry:  
A jury here of Anagrams, yond see,  
Of Sergeants and of jails empaneled be;  
And now my pen intends to walk a station,  
And talk of Prisons in some other fashion.  
That jails should be, there is Law, sense and reason,  
To punish bawdry, cheating, theft and treason,  
Though some against them have invective been,  
And called a jail a magazine of sin,  
An University of villainy,  
An Academy of fo●e blasphemy,  
A sink of drunkenness, a den of Thiefs,  
A treasury for Sergeants and for Shrleves,  
A mint for Bailiffs, Marshals men and jailers',  
Who live by losses of captived bewailers:  
A nurse of Roguery, and an earthly hell,  
Where Deu'ls or jailers in men's shapes do dwell:  
But I am quite contrary to all this,  
I think a jail a Schools of virtue is,  
A house of study end of con●c●●plation,  
A place of discipline and reformation,  
There men may try their patience and shall know,  
If they have any friends aline or no:  
There they shall prove if they have fortitude,  
By which all crosses stoutly are subdued,  
A Prison leads the creditor unto  
His cozening debtor, that would him undo ',  
'Tis physic that preserves the Commonwealth,  
Fowl treasons snassle, and the canbe of stealth,  
The whip of hellish pride, the scourge of lust,  
The good man's help in plaguing the unjust.  
Were thiefs and villains not in prison put,  
A world of throats (past number) would be cut:  
For when diseases are grown desperate, than  
They must have desperate remedies, and when  
Men mend not for reproof, or admonition,  
A jail than is the Surgeon or Physician.  
The roaring Knave, that like a horse or mule,  
His parents, master, or no friends could rule,  
But that he daily would be drunk and swear,  
And like a demi: devil do●●ineere,  
Though to good course he never meant to beed him,  
A 
* Excellent reformation.  prison at the last will mend or end him.  
The deeds of darkness that do hate the light,  
Frays, brawls & bloodshed which start out by might,  
The watch like cunning Fowlers lie in wait,  
And catch these Woodcocks in their Sprindges ●●,  
These Birds are in the jail mewed up from not,  
Where they may learn more manners and be q●●●  
A Iails a glass wherein old men may see,  
The blemish of their youth's deformity;  
And young men quickly may perceive from thence,  
The way to wisdom and experience.  
And though the lights of prisons are but dim,  
A prisoners candle yet may show to him  
At midnight, without light of Son or Moon,  
More than he ever could perceive at noon;  
It shows the fleeting state of earthly pelse,  
It makes him wisely learn to know himself,  
The world unto his view it represents,  
To be a map or mass of discontents,  
It shows his feigned friends like butterflies,  
That dogged his summer of prosperities:  
And in a word it truly doth set forth  
The world, and all that's in it nothing worth,  
These things unto a wiseman's judgement brings,  
A hate to earth, and love to heavenly things.  
T' a wise man nothing in a jail dothbide,  
But it to some good use may be applied:  
He hears a Ruffian swear, and so doth hear  
That he doth stand in fear, and hate to swear:  
He spies another drunk, and so doth spy  
That such unmanly beastliness he'll fly.  
He notes the curtal cans half filled with froth,  
Tobacco piping hot, and from them both,  
His judgement doth discern, with wisdom's eye,  
The world is vapour, froth, and vanity.  
His homely 
* There are too few that make this good use of imprisonment.  bed and vermins sundry forms,  
Do make him mind his grain, & crawling wo●●●,  
The Spider's cobweb, lawn, or tapestry,  
Show odds 'twixt idleness and industry.  
The churlish keepers, rattling chains and fetters,  
The hole or dangeon for condemned debtors,  
Blaspheming wretches of all grace bereaven,  
Do make him think on hell, and wish for heaven.  
And thus though wise men's corpse in prison be,  
Their minds are still at liberty and free.  
Besides, experience daily teacheth this,  
The soul a Prisoner in the body is:  
Our Reason should the keeper be to guide,  
The Heart doth lodge within the Master's side,  
The Brains the Knight's ward may be termed fit,  
There lies the understanding and the wit:  
●e D 〈…〉 where the Prisoners starve and dye,  
●●● the B●●● where sad despair doth lie:  
●●e S●●●● the Manacles, and Bolts, and Gives,  
Which f●●●● us in bondage all our lives:  
●● melancholy sorrow, grief and care,  
●●●i●all waiters in those Prisons are,  
●●● partial self-love all our crimes excusing,  
●●● Consciences true evidence accusing,  
●●● fights and tears the Messengers we send  
●● God, that all our sorrows may have end;  
●d then through faith and hope we do believe,  
Again a pardon, better than reprieve;  
●●● lastly death doth free the soul from thrall,  
●●● makes a laile delinery unto all.  
●●● is our flesh the walls, our bones the grates,  
●●● eyes the windows, and our mouths the gates,  
●●● Nose the Chimney, Kitchen is the breast,  
●●● 
a ●r S●●cke.  tongue the taster of the worst and best,  
●●● hands the Carvers, teeth the Cooks to mince,  
●●● diet of a Pea sane or a Prince:  
●●● hunger is best sauce, as I do think,  
●● beli●es cellars where we lay our drink:  
●●● in these corpse of ours deciphered thus,  
●●● are prisoners unto all of us.  
●●●race guides us, sow by grace guide them,  
●●● way unto the new jerusalem.  
●●●ne rugged winter, with frosts, storms and gusts,  
●●●●● prisoners yearly in the 
b The earth a Prison.  earth it thrusts,  
●●● roots, flowers, fruits, & worms till sun & rain,  
●●●h Summer's heat doth bail them forth again.  
●●●of all men alive, I find 
c A straight suit is a●● Prison  a Tailor  
●●● appeared artificial jailer:  
●●● do commit themselves unto his charge,  
●●●may, but will by no means go at large.  
●●● stene many in the Tailor's jays,  
●●● laboured till they sweat with tooth and nails,  
●●● whilst a man might ride five miles at least)  
neither clothes together on the breast,  
●●●being then in prison buttoned up,  
●●ose that scarcely they could bite or sup,  
I have heard their pride how loud it lied,  
●●esting that their clothes were made too wide a  
●●● men love bondage more than liberty,  
●●● 'tis a gailant kind of foolery,  
●●● thus amongst themselves they have a Law,  
●●●ke and daub the back, and pinch the Maw.  
●●● thankes their souls should be in mighty trouble,  
●●● they are imprisoned double,  
thorp's and Clothes and which is true and plain,  
●●● seem to take great pleasure in their pain.  
●●● hoomaker's a kind of jailer too,  
●●● very strange exploits he dares to do:  
●●● many times he hath the power and might,  
●●● into his Sto●ks a Lord or Knight, 
d A Shoemaker's Prison.   
The Madam and the Maid he cares not whether,  
He lays them all fast by the heels in leather.  
Plain 
f Truth and honesly prisoners.  Honesty and Truth, both Prisoners are,  
Although they seldom come unto the bar,  
Yet are they kept so closely day and night,  
That in an age they scarcely come in sight.  
And but for many of our Country's pillars,  
True Tailors, Weavers, and clean fingered Millers,  
Good Sericants and kind Brokers did relieve them,  

g A hard case.  I know not who would any comfort give them.  
No doubt but many a Lass that fain would wed,  
Is her own 
h A maidenhead often times is a Prisoner.  jailer to her maidenhead,  
With much unwillingness she keeps it close,  
And with her heart she'll gladly let it lose.  
But look to't wenches, if you give it scope,  
'Tis gone past all recovery, past all hope;  
Much like old Time which ceaseless doth run on,  
But never doth return, once being gone.  
The 
i The Gout a prisoner of State.  Gowt's a saucy Prisoner, and will have  
His keepers to maintain him fine and brave;  
His jailors shall no needy beggars be,  
But men of honour and of high degree,  
And over them he bears such great command,  
That many times they can nor gour, nor stand;  
And if he would break jail and fly, 'tis thought,  
He by his keepers never should be sought.  
And 
k Money a close Prisoner.  money is close Prisoner I think sure,  
Where no man can its liberty procure:  
The Devil's Stewards, and his Bailifeses vow,  
That moneys freedom they will not allow,  
Unless unto a Miser or a Whore,  
But by all mean fa●● hold it from the poor.  
I wish 
l Amen.  Coin were as painful as the Gout.  
To those that hoard it; and I make no doubt  
But miserable jailers' would agree  
To open their Prisons, and let money flee,  
And were it not a lamentable thing,  
That some great Emperor or some mighty King  
Should be imprisoned by a vestal slave,  
And lodged alive (as 'ttwere within his Grave.)  
Such is the case of Silver and of Gold,  
The chiefest of all metals fast in hold,  
And darkness lies held in the Miser's stocks,  

m Gold and Silver kept in bondage by Iron.  In steel and ironbars, and bolts and locks.  
Though gold and silver royal metals be,  
Yet are they flanes to iron, at we see.  
But leaving Gold and Gout, I'll turn my pen,  
To what I have digressed from jails and men:  
Let man examine well himself, and he  
Shall find himself his 
n Most men are their own enemies.  greatest enemy;  
And that his loss of liberty and pelf,  
He can accuse none for it, but himself:  
How passions, actions, and affections cluster,  
And how to ruinated his state they muster,  
His frailty arms his members and his senses,  
To undertake most dangerous pretences.  
The back oft tempts him unto borrowed bravery,  
And all his body suffers for't in slavery;  
His Belly tempts him to superfluous fare,  
For which his cops lies in a jailors snare;  
His Eyes from beauty to his heart draws lust,  
For which he's often into prison thrust;  
His Ears give credit to a knave or thief,  
And's body suffers for his ears belief.  
His Tongue much like a Hackney goes all panes,  
In City, Country, Court and Camp, all places,  
It gallops, and false gallops, trots and ambles,  
One pace or other still it runs and rambles:  
Of Kings and Princes states it often prattles,  
Of Church and Commonwealth it idly cattles,  
Of passing of its word and ●uetiships,  
For which at last the joyle the carkassenips.  
Man's Hands have very oft against him warred,  
And made him of his liberty debarred:  
A stab, a blow, a dashing of a pen,  
Hath clapped him closely in the jailors de●.  
The Feet which on the ground men daily tread,  
The way to their captivity do lead.  
Now for the inward faculties, I find  
Some lie in Prison for their haughty mind,  
Some for their folly, soon because too wise,  
Are mewed up in the jailors on bodies;  
Some for much gaming, or for recreation,  
Do make a jail their homely habitation,  
And thus it plainly may be proved well,  
Man's greatest foes with in himself do dwell.  
And now two contraries I will compare,  
To show how like, and how unlike they are:  
A jail, our birth, and death, and getting free,  
These four do all agree and disagree;  
For all degrees, our birth and life we know  
Is natural, 
* We are all borne in one form, and come into the world of one fashion, but we die and leave the world infinite ways.  one way, for high and low:  
But death hath many thousand ways and scares,  
To take our lives away all vo 〈…〉 es.  
And therefore of our lives it is no doubt,  
That there's but one way in, and many out;  
But to a joyle there's many ways to win,  
Ten thousand tricks and sleight to clap men in:  
And there's but one way out as I do know,  
Which is by satisfying what we owe.  
Owest thou the Law thy life, dispatch and pay,  
And from the Prison thou art freed away:  
Dost thou owe money, quickly pay thy sere,  
And farewell, go thy ways man, there's the doe●  
As men in all that's ill, are Satan's Apes,  
So sundry sins bring death in sundry shapes;  
Life from the God of life, which is but one,  
To all degrees one way gives life alone.  
And so our several frailties, several ways  
Our wretched Carcases in prison lays,  
But there's but one way out that e'er I saw,  
Which is by satisfying of the law.  
The faults we do in spring-time of our youth,  
In Summer of our manhood gather growth:  
Then Harvests middle age doth make them ripe,  
Which winters old age doth in prison gripe;  
And thus the very seasons of the year,  
Fit emblems of our thraldom do appear.  
In London and within a mile, I ween,  
There are of jails or Prisons full eighteen,  
And sixty Whipping-posts, and Stocks and Cage  
Where sin with shame and sorrow hath due wag●●  
For though the 
a The Tower.  Tower be a Castle Royal,  
Yet there's a Prison in't for men disloyal:  
Though for defence a Camp may there be fitted,  
Yet for offence, men thither are committed.  
It is a house of fame, and there is in't  
A Palace for a Prince, a Royal Mint,  

b Besides Pole-axes Patutants, Hal●●● javelins, Bartleaxes, Crossbows, li●●● Pikes, Pistol●●●●●●● tronels.  Great Ordnance, Powder, Shot, Match, Bills Bo●●●●  
Shafts, swords, pikes, lances, shovels, mattocks, cry  
Bright armour, muskets, ready still, I say,  
To arm one hundred thousand in a day.  
And last, it is a prison unto those  
That do their Sovereign or his laws oppose,  

c The Gatehouse.  The Gatehouse for a prison was ordained,  
When in this land the third king Edward reigned  
Good lodging ro●mes, and diet it affords,  
But I had rather lie at home on boards.  
Since Ricbandii reign the first, 
d The Fleet.  the Fleet hath ●●●●  
A Prison, as upon records is seen:  
For lodgings and for bowling, there's large space  
But yet I have no stomach to the place.  

e Nev●●● Ludgate.  Old Neugais I perceive a thievish den,  
But yet there's lodging for good honest men.  
When second Henry here the Sceptre swayed,  
Then the foundation of that gate was laid,  
But sixty six years ere our ●auiours birth,  
By L●nd was 
f Ludgate.  Ludgate founded from the earth;  
No jail for thiefs, though some perhaps is b●●●●  
That break in policy, may there be had.  
The 
g Poultry Counter.  Counter in the Powltery is so old,  
That it in History is not enrolled.  
And 
h Woodstreet.  Woodstreet Counters age we may denice  
Since Anno fifteen hundred fifty five.  
●●● me the one's too old, and one's too new,  
●●● as they bake, a God's name let them brew.  
●●● unto my memory comes next;  
There idleness and lechery is vexed:  
●●● is a royal house, of state and port,  
Which the eighth King Henry built, and there kept Court.  
●● Edward somewhat ere his timeless fall,  
●● it away to be an Hospital:  
Which use the City puts it well unto,  
●●● many pious deeds they there do do:  
●● yet for Vagabonds and Runagates,  
●● Where's and idle knaves, and such like mates,  
●●● little better than a jail to those,  
There they chop chalk, for meat and drink and blows.  
●● this house those that against their wills do dwell,  
●●● Well a Bride (perhaps) but not Bridewell. 
a Bridewell   
● jails or Prisons are in Southwark placed,  
●●● Countor (once S. Margret's Church defaced)  
●● M 〈…〉, the King's Bench, and White Lion, 
b White Lion, King Bench, Marshalsea, ●●●● Clinke.   
There some like Tantalus, or like lxion,  
●● inching pain of hunger daily feel,  
●● up and down with sickle fortunes wheel:  
●● some do willingly make there abode,  
Because they cannot live so well abroad.  
●● there's the Clinke, where handsome lodgings be,  
●● good may it do them all, for me.  
●● but the Thames unto S. Katherine's then,  
●●●is another 
c The hole as S. Katherine's  hole or den for men.  
●●tere in 
d East ●●● prison.  East-Smithfield little better,  
●● to hold a thief or paltry debtor.  
Then near three Cranes a jail for Heretics,  
●●s, Familists, and Schismatics.  
●●●worths jail within White Chapel stands,  
And ●●●y, God bless me from their hands.  
●● eighteen jails so near the City bounded,  
●●● founded and maintained by men confounded:  
●● one means meat may be another's bane,  
●● Keeper's full, springs from the Prisoners wane:  
● hath been still the use, and ever will,  
●● one man's welfare comes from others ill.  
●● (as I said) man's self is cause of all  
●●● miseries that to him can be fall.  
● but our corpse, how every member lies,  
Their several offices, and faculties:  
● our own judgement will inform us than,  
●●● himself 'twixt a prison and a man:  
● as man hath his limbs and linaments,  
●●●wes, muscles, nerves, and ligaments:  
● Panicles, his Arteries, his Veins,  
●●● his, membrancs, and his beating brains: 
e New prison.  
f The Lord Wentworths' ●●●●●.   
So hath a jail, 
h Were it not for these, a jail would have neither life nor soul.  Writs, Warrants, & Attachments,  
Aresting, Actions, Hues, Cries, & Appeáchments:  
With Garnish, Sharing fees, and Habeas Corpus,  
(Which feed some jailors fatter than a Porpus)  
And last, for everlasting Executions,  
Until the prisoners bodies dissolutions;  
And if a man be hurt in leg or arm,  
Or head, or heel, 'tis said the man hath harm:  
If inward grief do pinch in any part,  
The anguish is a terror to the heart;  
And should a jail want these things named before,  
It quickly would be miserable poor:  
Like men dismembered or of sense bereavest,  
With scarcely any life or being left.  
For in man's corpse (like prisoners) always lies  
His virtues, and his foul iniquities.  
And which of these his fancy liketh best;  
Shall still be kept in bondage, or released.  
As Wisdom, Bounty, and Humility.  
(Despised in these days of vanity)  
Some keep so close, not suffering them to walk,  
So much as in bare thoughts, or deeds, or talk,  
Whilst Folly, and close-fifted Niggardize,  
With Barbarism, have ease and liberties,  
Faith, Hope and Charity, are penned up close,  
And doubt, despair and cruelty let lose.  
Lust revel's it, rich clad in Robes of Pride:  
Friendship and Love, are liberty denied,  
Whereby the liberal Arts in number seven,  
Are of their liberal liberties bereaven,  
The whilst the seven delightful deadly sins,  
The game and glory of the whole world wins.  
The Cardinal virtues, as unworthy prices,  
Are made but vassals to all Carnal vices.  
The Muses are mewed up, with woes and wants,  
Whilst fortune follows knaves and Ignorants:  
And thus within man's little Commonweal,  
He like a partial jailor oft doth deal:  
Permits his goodness never to appear,  
And lets his badness ramble any where,  
So Roarers, Rascals, Bankrupts politic.  
With money, or with friends will find a trick  
Their jailor to corrupt, and at their will  
They walk abroad, and take their pleasure still:  
Whilst naked virtue, beggarly, despised,  
Beleguerd round, with miseries surprised,  
Of hope of any liberty defeated,  
For passing of his word is merely cheated:  
And dungeond up, may tell the walls his moans,  
And make relation to the senseless stones,  
Where sighs and groans, & tears may be his feast,  
Whilst man to man, is worse than beast to beast.  
Till death he there must take his fad abode,  
Whilst craft and cozenage walk at will abroad.  
Thus these comparisons do well agree,  
Man to a jail may fitly likened be:  
The thought whereof may make him wish with speed  
To have his prisoned soul released and freed.  
Thus jails and meditations of a jail,  
May serve a Christian for his great avail.  
But now my Muse, thus long in bondage penned,  
Gins to think of her infranchizement:  
And having of a Prison spoke her part,  
She mounts unto the Hangman and his Art.     

THE NECESSITY OF HANGING.  

OF Hang there's diversity of fashions,  
Almost as many as are sundry Nations:  
For in the world all things so hanged are,  
That any thing unhanged is strange and rare.  
Earth hangs in the concavity of Water,  
And Water hangs within the Ayeres matter,  
The Air hangs in the Fiery continent:  
Thus Element doth hang in Element,  
(Without foundation) all the Massy Globe  
Hangs, which the skies encompass like a Robe,  
For as an 
a Simile.  egg, the yolk within the white,  
The white within the skin's enuelloped quite,  
The skin within the shell doth outmost lie:  
Even so these Elements hang midst the side.  
First, all the world where mortals live, we see  
Within the Orb of Luna hanged be;  
Above her, Mercury his course doth steer,  
And next above him is bright V●●●s Sphere.  
And in the fourth, and middle firmament,  
Sol keeps his hot and fiery Regiment.  
Next above that rans Mars, that star of war:  
Beyond him jupiter, that jovial star;  
Then last is sullen Saturn's ample bounds,  
Who once in thirty years the world surrounds;  
This earthly Globe (for which men fight & brawl)  
Compared to Heaven, is like an 
b All the world is in comparison for greatness to the eavens, as a handworme of a Nit may be compared to the world.  Attom small,  
Or as a Needles point compared to it,  
So it to Heaven may be compared fit;  
And it doth Hang, and hath its residence  
I'th' centre of the skies circumference.  
Thus to prove Hanging natural, I prove,  

c We live in a hanging world.  We in a Hanging world do live and move.  
Man is a little world, wherein we see,  
The great world's abstract or epitome,  
And if we note each linament and limb,  
There are not many parts unhanged of him;  
His hair which to his head and beard belongs,  
Hangs, if not turned up with the Barber's tongs,  
His arms, his hands, his legs and feet we know  
Do all hang pendant down wards as they grow  
there's nothing of him that doth hanging skip,  
Except his ears, his neither teeth and lip,  
And when he's crossed or sullen any way,  
He mumps, and lours, and hangs the lip, they say  
That I a wise man's sayings must approve,  
Man is a tree, whose root doth grow above,  
Within his brains, whose sprigs & branches roo●  
From head to foot grow downward to the ground  
Thus world to world, and man to man dothcall,  
And tells him, Hanging is most natural:  
The word Dependant doth inform our reason,  
That Hanging will be never out of season.  
All that depends doth hang, which doth express,  
That 
d Rich men are poor men's Gallows.  Great men are like jybbets for the less,  
It is an old phrase, many years passed gone,  
That such a Lord hath many hangers on;  
Thereby describing, that all men's Attendants  
As it were hangers on, were called 
e All dependants are hangers on.  Dependence  
And sure of all men, they are best indeed,  
Who have most hangers on to clothe and feed;  
For he that hath the means, and not the grace,  
To help the needy, is a Miser base.  
he's no good Steward, but a hateful Thief,  
That keeps from good Dependants their relief:  
And of all Thiefs, he hanging doth deserve,  
Who 
e All dependants are hangers on.  hath the power to feed, and lets men ste●  
To end this point, this consequence I'll grant,  
He that hath wealth, no hangers on can want;  
For since the time that mankind first began,  
It is a destiny ordained to man,  
The mean upon the mighty should depend,  
And all upon the Mightiest should attend.  
Thus through all ages, Countries and Dominions  
We each on other hang like ropes of Onions.  
Some wealthy slaves, whose consciences condemn,  
Will hang themselves, left others hang on them;  
And some spend all on Hangers on so fast,  
That they are forced to steal, and hang at last.  
If they from these Extremes themselves could we●●  
There is betwixt them both a Golden mean,  
Which would direct their superfluities,  
They would not hang themselves for niggardine,  
Nor wastefully or prodigally spend,  
Till want bring them to hanging in the end,  
And they and many others, by their purse,  
Might scape that hanging which is called a curse. 
f That's a Rogue.   
There's many a 
* That's an Ass.  Gallant made of fool and feather,  
Of Gold and Velvet, Silk, and Spanish leather,  
Whose lagged Hangers on have moved my mind,  
●osce prids go go before, and shame behind,  
With scarce a button, or an elbow whole,  
●●ch, or any shoe that's worth a sole:  
These that like golden jybbets, and their trains  
●● like poor tattered Thiefs hanged up in chains.  
●●● that doth suffer Whores, or Thiefs, or Knaves,  
●●● flattering Villains, or such kind of slaves,  
To hang upon him, and knows what they are,  
That man into a Gallowse I compare.  
That Vintner I account no friend of mine,  
Who for good money draws me scurvy wine,  
●●● by the rule of Conscience (not of Law)  
That he is fit made to hang, then draw.  
The Lawyer that at length doth spin men's causes,  
With false, delays, and dilatory clauses,  
Who makes a trade to broach and draw contention,  
For him a hanging were a good prevention.  
●● holes, Muse, come back, you bear my Rhyme,  
To hanging in good carnest ere the time.  
There are a many sorts of hangings yet  
Behind, which I by no means must forget:  
The hanging is a necessary thing,  
Which is a pretty gamball, called a 
a A Swing or stretch for exercise and●  Swing,  
And men of good repute I oft have seen  
To hang, and stretch, and totter, for the spleen:  
This hanging is a military course,  
Not by, the Law, but strength of arms, and force:  
Th●s every morning for a little spurt,  
●●●man may hang himself, and do no hurt.  
This hanging oft (like Tyburn) hath a trick,  
●●● charge of physic, or of being sick.  
Besides, the word Hang is so much in use,  
That few or none will take't as an abuse;  
●●● doth a great man's kindness much approve,  
When he shall bid a man Behanged in love:  
And with some men 'tis common courtesy,  
To say, Farewell, be hanged, that's twice God bye.  
The pictures the dearest friends we have,  
Although their corpse are rotten in the grave;  
We hang them for a reverend memory  
To us, and unto our posterity.  
●● hang their wives in picture, which have cause  
To hang their persons, were't not for the laws:  
●●● hang their heirs in pictures, who would feign  
With their good fathers hanged, their lands to gain.  
●●● oft have seen good garments for men's wearing,  
Have very thrifily been hanged to airing;  
And I have seen those garments (like good fellows)  
Hang kindly with their master at the Gallowse,  
●●● then in to the Hangman's Wardrobe drop,  
Have been again hanged in a Brokers shop,  
Which after by a Cut purse bought might be;  
And make another journey to the Tree;  
Twixt which, and 'twixt the Broker, it might go  
Or ride, some twelve or thirteen times, or more.  
Thus th'hangman's harvest, and the Brokers grow,  
They reap the crop, which sin and shame doth sow.  
There are rich Hang made of Tapestry,  
Of Arras, and of brave embroidery;  
Those are for Princes, and for men of worth,  
T'adorn their rooms, and set their greatness forth.  
But as dead bones in painted Tombs do bide,  
These 
b If all traitors, hypocrites, flatterers, extortioners, oppressors, bribetakers, cheaters, panders, bawds, etc. were hanged up in the woods on several trees, there is no Arras. or Tapestry can grace and adorn a Prince's Court, as those Hang could become a Commonwealth.  Hang, filthy rotten walls do hide.  
A Hartshorn to a post fast nailed on,  
Serves well for men to hang their hats upon:  
But if they knew their heads would serve the turn,  
They would not shift their hats from horn to horn.  
men's swords in Hangers Hang, fast by their side,  
Their Stirrups Hang, when as they use to ride:  
Our Coneys and our Deer are Hanged in toils,  
Our meat hangs o'er the fire when as it boiles;  
Our light Hangs in the Lantern, all men fees  
Our fruit we eat was hanged upon the trees,  
Signs hang on posts, show whereas tradesmen dwells,  
In steeples all men know are Hanged the Bells,  
The scales or balance hangs where things are weighed  
Goods Hanged in Craines, that's in or out conveyed;  
Yards, fails, sheets, tacks, lists, caskets, bolins, braces,  
Are fitly hanged in their convenient places.  
The compass that directs where winds do blow,  
Is Hanged upon the Needle's point we know:  
In stately buildings, Timbet, Led and Stone,  
Are Hanged and hoist, or Buildings would be none.  

c Here is an army of Hang.  Our Maps where in the world described be,  
Are all Hanged up against the walls we see:  
Our Cazements Hang as they do open and shut,  
Our Curtains Hang, which 'bout our beds we put;  
Our Hogs are Hanged, else Bacon we might look,  
Doors Hang on hinges, or I am mistook;  
And many a trusty Padlock Hangs no doubt,  
To let in honest men, and keep knaves out.  
Sea-Cabins Hang, where poor men sleep and rest,  
Our Cloaks Hang on our backs 'tis manifest:  
The Vial, Cittern, the Bandore and Lute,  
Are cased or uncased, all Hanged up and mute:  
Our Linen (being washed) must Hang to dry,  
Or else Lice will Hang on and multiply:  
Thus hang's beneficial to all States,  
Whilst Gods dread curse Hangs o'er the reprobates.  
And as for those that take my lines amiss,  
And will be pleased to be displeased with this,  
For groats a piece, nay less, for three pence either,  
I'll give them all leave to be Hanged together;  
Since Hanging then is proved so natural,  
So beneficial, so general,  
So apt, so necessary, and so fit,  
Our reason tells us we should honour it.  
It is a good man's life, and 'tis their death,  
That rob and rifle men of goods and breath:  
This kind of Hanging all offences ends,  
From which God ever bless me and my friends.  
I from the Hangman this conclusion draw,  
He is the fatal period of the Law:  
If thiefs or traitors into mischief run,  
If he have done with them, than they have done.  
'Tis often seen that many hapless men  
Have been condemned and judged, reprieved again,  
And pardoned, have committed new transgressions,  
And in again oft many a Size and Sessions:  
When many warnings mend them not therefore,  
The Hangman warns them, they offend no more.  
he's the Catastrophe and Epilogue  
Of many of the desperate Catalogue;  
And he is one that cannot wanted be,  
But still God keep him fare enough from me.    

THE DESCRIPTION OF TYBURN.  

I Have heard sundry men oft times dispute  
Of trees, that in one year will twice bear fruit.  
But if a man note Tyburn, will appear,  
That that's a tree that bears twelve times a year.  
I muse it should so fruitful be, for why  
I understand the root of it is dry,  
It bears no leaf, no blossom, or no bud,  
The rain that makes it fructify is blood.  
I further note, the fruit which it produces,  
Doth seldom serve for profitable uses:  
Except the skilful Surgeon's industry  
Do make Defection or Anatomy.  
It blossoms, buds, and bears, all three together,  
And in one hour, doth live and die, and whither.  
Like Sodom Apples, they are in conceit,  
For touched, they turn to dust and ashes straight.  
Besides I find this tree hath never been  
Like other fruit trees, walled or hedged in,  
But in the highway standing many a year,  
It never yet was robbed, as I could heart,  
The reason is apparent to our eyes,  
That what it bears, are dead commodities:  
And yet sometimes (such grace to it is given)  
The dying fruit is well prepared for heaven,  
And many times a man may gather thence  
Remorse, devotion, and true penitence.  
And from that tree, I think more souls ascend  
To that Celestial joy, which ne'er shall end:  
I say, more souls from thence to heaven do come,  
Than from all 
* Except Paul's Churchyard and Saint Gregory's, where ●●ny inhabitants are dwelling, as Drapers, Stationers, ●●● Trunk and tragic all black Bottle-makers, who now and th●● do dye there; whom I do verily believe have souls, ●●● except the Close at Salisbury, with all Cathedral Churchyards and others, where any body dwells, if it be but a Summer, ●●● Sexton.  Churchyards throughout Christendom  
The reason is, the bodies all are dead,  
And all the souls to joy or woe are fled.  
Perhaps a week, a day, or two, or three,  
Before they in the Churchyards buried be.  
But at this Tree, in twinkling of an eye,  
The soul and body part immediately,  
There death the fatal parting blow doth strike,  
And in Churchyards is seldom seen the like.  
Besides, they are assisted with the alms  
Of people's charitable prayers, and Psalms,  
Which are the wings that lift the hou'ring spirit,  
By faith, through grace, true glory to inherit.  
Concerning this dead fruit, I noted it,  
In stead of paste it's put into a pit,  
And laid up carefully in any place,  
Yet worme-●●● it grows in little space.  
My understanding canby no means frame,  
To give this Tyburn fruit a fit name,  
Than Meddlers, for I find that great and small,  
(To my capacity) are Meddlers all.  
Some say they are Choked pears, and some again.  
Do call them Hearty Chokes, but 'tis most plain,  
It is a kind of Medler it doth bear,  
Or else I think it never would come there.  
Moreover where it grows, I find it true,  
It often turns the Herb of grace to Rue.  
Amongst all Potherbs growing on the ground,  
Time is the least respected, I have found,  
And most abused, and therefore one shall see  
No branch or bud of it grow near this Tree:  
For 'tis occasion of man's greatest crime,  
To turn the use, into abuse, of Time.  
When passions are let lose without a bridle,  
Then precious Time is turned to Love and Idle:  
And that's the chiefest reason, I can show,  
Why fruit so often doth on Tyburn grow.  
There are inferior Gallows which bear  
(According to the season) twice a year:  
And there's a kind of waterish Tree at Wapping,  
Whereas Sea-theeve or Pirates are catched napping  
But Tyburn doth deserve before them all  
The title and addition capital,  
●●●●●●● or great Grand Gallowse of our Land,  
●●● all therest like ragged Laqueyes stand;  
●●● hath (like Luna) full, and change, and quarters,  
●●● (like a Merchant) monthly trucks and barters;  
●●● all the other Gallows are fit,  
●●● Chapmen, or poor Pedlars unto it.  
Thus jails and jailors being here explained,  
How both are good, and for good use ordained:  
All sorts of Hanging which I could surmise,  
I likewise have described before your eyes;  
And further having showed what Tyburn is,  
With many more inferior Gallowsis,  
My pen from paper with this Prayer doth part,  
God bless all people from their sin's desert.    
FINIS.   

The Unnatural Father: OR, The cruel Murder committed by one JOHN ROWSE of the Town of Ewell, ten miles from London, in the County of Surry, upon two of his own Children.  
AS a Chain consists of diverse links, and every link depends and is inyoaked upon one another: Even so our sins, being the Chain wherewith Satan doth bind and manacle us, are so knit, twisted, and sode●● together, that without our firm faith ascending, and God's grace descending, we can never be freed from those infernal fetters; for Sloth is linked with drunkenness, Drunkenness with Fornication and Adultery, and Adultery with Murder, and so of all the rest of the temptations, suggestions, and actions, wherewith miserable men and women are ensnared, and led captive into perpetual perdition, except the mercy of our gracious God be our defence and safeguard.  
For a lamentable example of the Devil's malice, and man's misery; this party, of whom I treat at this time, was a wretch, not to be matched, a fellow not to be followed, and one that scarce hath an equal, for matchless misery, and unnatural Murder. But to the ●●●.  
This john Rowse being a Fishmonger in London, gave over his trade, and lived altogether in the Town of Ewell, near Nonesuch, in the County of Surry, ten miles from London, where he had Land of his own for himself and his heirs for ever to the value of fifty pounds a year, with which he lived in good and honest fashion, being well reputed of all his neighbours, and in good estimation with Gentlemen and others that dwelled in the adjoining Villages.  
Until at the last he married a very honest and comely woman, with whom he lived quietly and in good fashion some six months, till the Devil sent an instrument of his, to disturb their Matrimonial happiness: for they wanting a maidservant, did entertain into their house a Wench, whose name was jane blundel, who in short time was better acquainted with her Master's bed then honesty required, which in time was found out and known by her Mistress, and broke the peace, in such sort, between the said Rowse and his Wife, that in the end, after two years continuance, it broke the poor woman's heart, that she died and left her husband a widower, where he and his whore were the more free to use their cursed contentments, and ungodly embracements.  
Yet that estate of being unmarried, was displeasing to him, so that he took to wise another woman, who for her outward feature, and inward qualities was every way fit for a very honest man, although it were her hard fortune to match otherwise.  
With this last Wife of his he lived much discontented, by reason of his keeping his lewd Trull in his house, so that by his daily Riot, excessive drinking, and unproportionable spending, his estate began to be much impoverished, much of his Land mortgaged and forfeited, himself above two hundred pounds indebted, and in process of time to be (as a lewd liver) of all his honest neighbours rejected and contemned.  
His estate and credit being almost past recovery wasted and impaired, he forsook his Wife, came up to London with his Wench, where he fell in new league with a corrupted friend; who (as he said) did most courteously cousin him of all that ever he had, and whom at this time I forbear to name, because it was john Rouse his request before his execution, that he should not be named in any Book or Ballad, but yet upon a die his name may he picked out betwixt a Sink and a Trey. This false friend of his (as he said) did persuade him to leave his Wife for altogether, and did lodge and board him and his paramour certain weeks in his house, and afterward caused him and her to be lodged (having changed his name) as Man and Wife in an honest man's house near Bishops-gare, at Bevis Marks, where they continued so long, till his money was gone, (as indeed he never had much, but now and then small petty sums from his secret friend aforesaid) and he being fearful to be smoked out by his Creditors, was counselled to leave his Country, and departed for Ireland; and before his going over-sea, his friend wrought so, that all his Land was made over in trust to him, and Bonds, Govenants, and Leases made, as fully bought and sold for a sum of two hundred and threescore pounds; of all which money the said Rowse did take the Sacrament and his death, that he never did receive one penny but he said that now and then he had five or ten shillings at a time from his said friend, and never above twenty shillings; and that all that ever he had of him, being summed together, was not above three and twenty pounds, the which moneys his friend did pay himself out of his Rents. But some more friend to him, than he was to himself, did doubt that he was cheated of his Land: whereupon (to make all sure) he said that his false friend did so far prevail, with him, that he the said Rowse took an Oath in the open Court at Westminster Hall, that he had lawfully sold his Land, and had received the sum above said, in full satisfaction and payment, and his said friend did vow and protest many times unto him, with such oaths and vehement curses, that he never would deceive his trust, but that at any time when he would command all those forged Bonds and Leaves, that he would surrender them unto him, and that he should never be damnifide by them or him, to the value of one halfpenny. Upon which protestations (he said) he was enticed to undo himself out of all his earthly possessions, and by a false oath to make hazard of his inheritance in Heaven.  
In Ireland he stayed not long, but came over again, and was by his friend persuaded to go into the Low Countries: which he did, never minding his Wife and two small Children which he had by her, having likewise a brace of bastards by his Whore (as some say) but he said that but one of them was of his begetting. But he, after some stay in Holland, saw that he could not fadge there, according to his desire, and withal, suspecting that he was cheated of his Land, and above all, much perplexed in his Conscience for the false oath that he had taken, pondering his miserable estate, and ruing his unkindness to his Wife, and unnatural dealing to his Children, thinking with himself what course were best to take to help himself out of so many miseries which did encompass him, he ●●● over again into England to his too dare friend, demanding of him his Bonds and ●●● of his Land which he had put him in ●●● with all. But then his friend did manifest ●●● self what he was, and told him plainly, that he had no writings, nor any Land of his, ●●● what he had dear bought and paid for. All which (Rouse replied unto him) was false, ●● his own Conscience knew. Then said the other, Have I not here in my custody your land and Seal to confirm my lawful possession of your Land? and moreover have I not a Record of an Oath in open Court, which you took concerning the truth of all our bargain? And seeing that I have all these especial points of the Law, as an Oath, Inden●●● and a sure possession, take what course you will, for I am resolved to hold what I ●●●.  
These (or the like) words, in effect passed betwixt Rowse and his friend (Trusty Roger) which entering at his ears, pierced his heart like Daggers; and being out of money, and credit, a man much infamous for his bad life, indebted beyond all possible means of payment; a perjured wretch to cousin himself, ●●● no place or means to feed or lodge, and fearful of being arrested, having so much ●●● his Wife, and so little regarded his Children, being now brought to the pits ●●● of desperation, not knowing amongst these ●●● which way to turn himself, he resolved at last to go home to Ewell again to his much wronged Wife, for his last ●●● in extremity.  
The poor Woman received him with joy, and his Children with all gladness welcomed home ●● prodigal Father, with whom he re●●●●●● much discontentment and perplex●●● of mind the Devil still tempting him to ●●● and despair, putting him in mind of his former better estate, comparing plea●●●●●● with present miseries: and he reuol●●●●●● he had been a man in that Town, ●●● a Gentleman's companion, of good reputation and calling, that he had Friends, ●●● Money Apparel, and Credit, with means sufficient to have left for the maintenance of his Family, and that now he had nothing left him but poverty and beggary, and that his two Children were like to be left to go from door to door for their living.  
B●eing thus tormented and tossed with restless imaginations; he seeing daily to his further grief, the poor case of his Children, and fearing that worse would befall them hereafter, he resolved to work some means to take away their languishing lives, by a speedy and untimely death, the which practice of his (by the Devil's instigation and assistance) he effected as followeth.  
To be sure that no body should stop or prevent his devilish enterprise; he sent his Wife to London in a frivolous errand, for a riding Coat: and she being gone somewhat timely, and too soon in the morning, both her children being in bed and fast asleep, being two very pretty Girls, one of the age of six years, and the other four years old, none being in the house but themselves, their unfortunate Father, and his ghostly Counsellor, the doors being fast locked, he having an excellent Spring of water in the Cellar of his house (which, to a good mind that would have employed it well, would have been a blessing: for the water is of that Crystalline purity, and clearness, that Queen Elizabeth of famous memory would daily send for it for her own use.) in which he purposed to drown his poor innocent children sleeping: for he going into the Chamber where they lay, took the youngest of them named Elizabeth, forth of her bed, and carried her down the Stairs into his Cellar, and there put her in the Spring of Water, holding down her head under that pure Element with his hands, till at last the poor harmless soul and body parted one from another.  
Which first Act of this his inhuman Tragedy being ended, he carried the dead corpse up three pair of stairs, and laying it down on the floor, left it, and went down into the Chamber where his other Daughter, named Mary, was in bed; being newly awaked, and seeing her father, demanded of him where her Sister was? To whom he made answer that he would bring her where she was. So taking her in his arms, he carried her down towards the Cellar: and as he was on the Cellar stairs, she asked him what he would do, and whither he would carry her? Fear nothing, my Child (quoth he) I will bring thee up again presently: and being come to the Spring, as before he had done with the other, so he performed his last unfatherly deed upon her, and to be as good as his word, carried her up the stairs and laid her by her sister; that done, he laid them out, and covered them both with a sheet, walking up and down his house, weeping and lamenting his own misery, and his friend's treachery, that was the main ground of all his misfortunes, and the death of his Children: and though there was time and opportunity enough for him to fly, and to seek for safety; yet the burden and guilt of his conscience was so heavy to him, and his desperate case was so extreme, that he never offered to departed; but as a man weary of his life, would, and did stay till such time as he was apprehended and sent to Prison, where he lay till he was rewarded with a just deserved death.  
What his other intents were, after he had drowned his Children, is uncertain; for he drew his sword and laid it naked on a Table, and after, he got a poor woman down into the Cellar, and in the same place where the two Infants lost their lives, he did help the woman to wring a Buck of his clothes, and then he requested her to help to convey his goods out of his house; for he said that he feared, that the Sheriff of Surry would come and seize upon all. But the woman not thinking of any of the harm that was done, imagined that he had meant that his goods, would be seized for debt, and not for murder.  
But to return to the miserable Mother of the murdered Children, she said that her heart throbbed all the day, as fore-boading some heavy mischance to come: and having done her business that she came about to London, as soon as she came home, she asked for her Children; to whom her Husband answered that they were at a neighbour's house in the Town. Then said she, I will go thither to fetch them home. No, quoth he, I will go myself presently for them. Then said his Wife, Let the poor woman that is here, go and bring them home. But at last she saw such delay was used, she was going herself; then her Husband told her that he had sent them to a Kinsman's of his at a Village called Sutton, four miles from Ewell, and that he had provided well for them, and pr●●id her to be contented and fear nothing, for they were well. These double tales of his, made her to doubt somewhat was amiss: therefore she entreated him for God's sake to tell her truly where they were. Whereupon he said, If you will needs know where they are, go but up the stairs into such a Chamber, and there you shall find them. But in what a lamentable perplexity of mind the poor woman was, when she perceived how and which way they lost their lives, any Christian that hath an heart of flesh may imagine. Presently the Constable was sent for, who took him into his custody, who amongst other talk, demanded of him why and how he could commit so unnatural a fact, as to murder his Children? To whom he answered, that he did it, because he was not able to keep them, and that he was loath they should go about the Town a begging: and moreover, that they were his own, and being so, that he might do what he would with them, and that they had their lives from him, and therefore he had taken their lives from them, and was contented to lose his life for them: for he was sure that their miseries were passed, and for his part, he had an assured hope to go to them, though they could not come to him.  
So being had before a justice, his Examination was very brief; for he confessed all the whole circumstances of the matter freely; so that he was sent to the common Prison of Surry, called the White Lion, where he remained fourteen or fifteen weeks a wonderful penitent Prisoner, never, or very seldom, being without a Bible or some other good boo●e meditating upon; and when any one did but mention his Children, he would fetch a deep ●●● and weep, desiring every one to pray for ●●●: and upon his own carenest request, he ●●●aide for at Paul's Cross, and at most of ●●● Church's in London, and at many in the Country, and at the Sessions holden at Croy●●●, the latter end of juno last, he made such confesslion at the Bar, declaring the ●●● of his life, his odious Drinking, his ●●minable Whoring, his cruel Murder, ●●● the false dealing of his deceitful friend, ●●● was the cause of his final wrack: with ●●● Relations of his pronounced, with vehemencey and protestations, he mo●●● all that heard him to commiseration and ●●●.  
So according to Law and justice, he was ●●● condemned and judged (for the murdering of his two Children) to be hanged; ●●● judgement was executed on him at ●●● Gallows at Croyden, on Monday the second day of june, 1621. where he ●●● with great penirency and remorse of 〈…〉.  
This was the lamentable end of john Rowse, ●●● of the age of fifty years, and one that ●●● right have lived and died in better fashion, ●●● had laid hold on the grace of heaven, ●●● Gods protection and fatherly as●●●●●●; but of all that herein is declared, this ●●● which I now declare, is most lamen●●● and remarkable; which is, that Ewell ●●● a Market Town, not much above ten ●●● from London, in a Christian Kingdom, ●●● such a Kingdom, where the all-saving World of the ever living God is most dili●●●● sincerely, and plentifully preached, ●●● this diligence, as it were in ●●● or Centre of this sincerity, and in ●●● of this plenty, the Town of Ewell ●●● neither Preacher not Pastor: for al●●●●●●son age be able to maintain on ●●● Preacher, yet the living being in a ●●● hand, is rent out to another for ●●● and yet no Preacher main●●●●●● Now the chief Landlord out of ●●● doth allow but seven pounds' ●●● Reader, and the other that doth hire the Parsonage at a great Rent, doth give the said Reader four pound the year more out of his means and courtesy, and by this means the Town is served with a poor old man that is half blind, and by reason of his age can scarcely read: for all the world knows, that so small a stipend cannot find a good Preacher Books, and very hardly bread to live on; so that the poor souls, dwelling there, are in danger of famishing, for want of a good Preacher to break the Bread of life unto them: for a Sermon amongst them, is as rare as warm weather in December, or Ice in july: both which I have seen in England, though but seldom.  
And as the Wolf is most bold with the Sheep, when there is either no Shepherd, or an impotent insufficient one, so the Devil (perhaps) took his advantage of this wretched man, seeing he was so badly guarded, and so weakly guided to withstand his force and malice: for where God is least known and called upon, there Satan hath most power and domination. But howsoever, I wish with all my heart, that that Town and many more were better provided than they are, and then such numbers of souls would not be in hazard to perish; nor so many sufficient scholars that can preach and teach well, live in penuryo through want of maintenance. I could run further upon this point, but that I do shortly purpose to touch it more to the quick in another Book!  
By this man's fall, we may see an example of God's justice against Drunkenness, Whoredom, and Murder; the Devil being the first Author, who was a Murderer from the beginning: when ●l'd Cat● with Envy, that he murdered his brother Abel: who tempted David first to Adultery, and afterwards to Murder; who provoked Herod to cause the blessed Servant of God john Baptist to lose his head, because he told him it was not lawful for him to marry his brother Philip's Wife; and who was the prounker of the aforesaid Herod to marther all the innocent male children in his Kingdom. And let us but mark and consider the plagues and punishments that God hath inflicted upon Murderers, Adulterers, and incestuous persons: First Cain, although by his birth he was the first man that ever was borne, a Prince by his birth, and heir apparent to all the world; yet for the Murder by him committed on his brother, he was the first Vagabond and Runagate on the face of the earth, almost fearful of his own shadow: and after he had lived a long time terrified in Conscience, was himself slain (as is supposed) by Lamech, Simeon and Levi the sons of jacob were accursed of their Father for the slaughter of the Sichemites; joab the Captain of David's Host, was slain for the murdering of Abner; David himself, for the death of Vrlas, and the Adultery committed with Bethsheba, was continually plagued and vexed with the Sword of War, with the Rebellion of his own sons, and with the untimely deaths of Anon, and Absolen. Baanah and Rechab, for the slaying of Ishbesheth the son of Saul, they were both by David's commandment put to death, who had both their hands and feet cut off, and were afterward hanged over the Pool in Hebron: Samuel 2. 4. The examples are infinite out of divine and humane Histories, that God did never suffer Murder to go unrewarded: and this miserable man, of whom I have here related, is a most mainfest spectacle of God's revenging vengeance, for that crying and heinous sin.  
As concerning Lust and Incontinency, it is a short pleasure, bought with long pain, a hunnied poison, a Gulf of shame, a Pickpurse, a breeder of Diseases, a gall to the Conscience, a corrofide to the heart, turning man's wit into foolish madness, the body's bane, and the soul's perdition to it is excessive in youth, and odious in age, beside, God himself doth denounce most fearful threats against Fornicators and Adulterers, as the Apostle saith, that Whormongers and Adulterers shall not inherit the Kingdom of Heaven, 1. Cer. 6. 9 And God himself saith, that he will be a swift witness against Adulterers, Mal. 3.5. And the Wise man saith, that because of the whorish woman, a man is brought to a ●●●●●● of bread, and a woman will hunt for the precious lif● of a man: For, faith he, can a man take fire in ●●● bosom, and his clothes not be burnt? or can ●●● man go upon hot Coals, and his feet not be burnt. So he that goesh in to his neighbour's Wife, ●●● not be innocent, Prou. 6. 27, 28, 29. Abimelech one of the sons of Gedeon, murdered three score and ten of his Brethren; and in reward thereof (by the just judgement of God) a woman with a piece of a Millstone beat out his brains, after he had usurped the Kingdom three years, judges the 9 Our English Chronicles make mention, that Roger Mortimer Lord Baron of Wallingford, merdered his Master King Edward the second, and caused the King's Uncle, Edmund Earl of Kent, causelessly to be beheaded: but God's justice overtook him at last, so that for the said Murders he was shamefully executed. Humph●●● Duke of Gloucester was murdered in the Abbey of Bary by William de la Poole Duke of Suffo●●● who afterward was beheaded himself on the Sea by a Pirate. Arden of Feversham, and P●●● of Plymouth, both their Murders are fresh ●●● memory, and the fearful ends of their Wive and their Aiders in those bloody actions will never be forgotten.  
It is too manifestly known, what a number of Stepmothers, and Strumpets have most in humanely murdered their Children, and so the same have most deservedly been executed. But in the memory of man (nor scarcely in any History) it is not to be found, that a Father did ever take two Innocent Children ●●● of their beds, and with weeping tears of p●●ilesse pity, and unmerciful meroy, to drown them, showing such compassionate cruelty and sorrowful sighing, remorseless remo●●● in that most unfatherly and unnatural deed.  
All which may be attributed to the malice of the Devil, whose will and endeavour that none should be saved, who lays out his traps and snares, entangling some with Lu●●● some with Covetousness, some with Ambition, Drunkenness, Envy, Murder, Sloth, or any Vice whereto he sees a man or a woman mo●●● inclined unto, as he did by this wretched ma●●●lulling him, as it were, in the cradle of sens●●●, and ungodly delight, until such time as ●●● his means, reputation, and credit was ●●● and nothing left him but misery and ●●●. Then he leads him along through ●●● and fears, to have no hope in Gods ●●●, persuading his Conscience that ●●● sins were unpardonable, and his estate ●●● credit unrecoverable.  
With these suggestions, he led him on to despair, and in desperation to kill his Children, and make shipwreck of his own soul in which the diligence of the Devil ●●●, that he labours and travels vn●●● and as Saint Bernard saith, in the ●●● day shall rise in condemnation against us, because he hath ever been more diligent to destroy souls, than we have been to save them. And for a Conclusion, let us beseech God of ●●● infinite mercy to defend us from all the ●●● temptations of Satan.  

JOHN ROUSE his Prayer for pardon of his lewd life, which be used to pray in the time of his imprisonment.  
GOD of my Soul and Body, have mercy upon me; the one I have cast away by my Folly, and the other is likely to perish in thy Funy unless in thy great mercy thou ●●●. My Sins are deep Seas to drown me; I am swallowed up in ●●● bottomless gulf of my own ●●●gressions. With Cain I have been Murderer, and with judas a Betrayer me Innocent. My body is a slave to ●●●, and my wretched Soul is deúou●●● up by Hell Black have been my ●●●, and blacker are my deeds. I have been the Devil's instrument, and am now become the scorn of men; a a Serpent upon earth, and an Outcast from Heaven. What therefore can become of me (miserable Caitifle? If I look up to my Redeemer, to him I am an Arch Traitor, if upon Earth, it is drowned with Blood of my shedding, if into Hell, there I see my Conscience burning in the Brimstone Lake. God of my Soul and Body have mercy therefore upon me; Save me, O save me, or else I perish for ever; I die for ever in the world to come, unless (sweet Lord) thou catchest my repentant Soul in thine Arms; O save me, save me, save me.   

JOHN ROUSE of Ewell his own Arraignment, Confession, Condemnation, and judgement of himself, whilst he lay Prisoner in the White Lion, for drowning of his two Children.  

I Am arraigned at the black dreadful Bar,  
Where Sins (sored as Scarlet) judges are:  
All my Inditements are my horrid Crimes,  
Whose Story will affright succeeding Times,  
As (now) they drive the present into wonder,  
Making Men tremble, as trees struck with Thunder.  
If any asks what evidence comes in?  
O 'Tis my Conscience, which hath ever been  
A thousand witnesses: and now it tells  
A Tale, to cast me to ten thousand Hells.  
The jury are my Thoughts (upright in this,)  
They sentence me to death for doing amiss:  
Examinations more there need not then,  
Than what's confessed here both to God and Men.  
The Crier of she Court is my black Shame,  
Which when it calls my jury, doth proclaim,  
Unless (as they are summoned) they appear,  
To give true Verdict of the Prisoner,  
They shall have heavy Fines upon them set,  
Such, as may make them dye deep in Heaven's debt:  
About me round sit Innocence and Truth,  
As Clerks to this high Court; and little Ruth  
From People's eyes is cast upon my face:  
Because my facts are barbarous, damned, and base.  
The Officers that 'bout me (thick) are placed,  
To guard me to my death, (when I am cast)  
Are the black stings my speckled soul now feels,  
Which like to Furies dog me, close at heels.  
The Hangman that attends me, is Despair,  
And g●owing worms my fellow-Prisoners are.   

His Indictment for murder of his Children.  

THe first who (at this Sessions) ●●● doth call me  
Is Murder, whose grim visage doth appall me;  
His eyes are fires, his voice rough winds out-rores,  
And on my bead the Divine vengeance scares:  
So fast and fearfully I sink to ground,  
And with ● were in twenty Oceans drowned.   

He says, I have a bloody Villain been,  
And (to prove this) ripe Evidence steps in,  
Brewed like myself: justice so brings about,  
That black sins still hunt one another out:  
'Tis like a rotten frame ready to fall;  
For one main Post being shaken, pulls down all.   

To this Indictment, (holding up my hand,)  
Fattered with Terrors more than Irons stand,  
And being asked what to the Bill I say,  
Guilty, I cry. O dreadful Session's day●    

His judgement.  

FOr these thick Stygian streams in which th' hast ●●●  
Thy guilt hath on thee la●d this bitter doom;  
Thy loathed life on a Tree of shame must take  
A leave compelled by Law, e'er old age make  
Her signed Pass port ready. Thy offence  
No longer can for days on earth dispense.  
Time blot thy name out of this bloody roll,  
And so the Lord have mercy on my Soul.    

His speech what he could say for himself.  

O Wretched Caitiff! what persuasive breath,  
Can call back this just Sentence of quick death  
I beg no been, but mercy at God's hands,  
(The King of Kings, the Sovereign that comma●●  
Both Soul and Body) O let him forgive  
My Treason to his Throne, and whilst I live,  
jebbits and Racks shall torture limb by limb,  
Through worlds of Deaths I'll break to fly to him.  
My Birthday gave not to my Mother's womb,  
More ease, than this shall joys, when e'er it come.  
My body mould to earth, sins sink to Hell,  
My penitent Soul win Heaven, vain world farewell.     
FINIS.   

TAILOR'S REVENGE: OR, The Rhymer WILLIAM FENNOR, firked, ferrited, and finely fetched over the Coals.  

To any that can read.  
BE thou either Friend or Foe or indifferent, all's one, Read, Laugh, like or dislike all the care is taken: The chiefest cause why I wrote this, was on set purpose to please myself. Yet to show thee the meaning of this little building, imagine the Epistle to be the door, and if thou please come in and see what stuff the wh●●● Frame is made off. Be it therefore knownne unto all men that I, john Taylor Waterman's disagree with William Fennor, (who arrogantly and falsely entitles himself the Kings Mas● ●●●Riming Poet) to answer me at a trial of Wit, on the seventh of October last 1614 ●●● the Hope stage on the Bankside, and the said Fennor received of me ten shillings in ●●● of his coming to meet me, whereupon I caused 1000 bills to be Printed, and divulged ●●●1000 ways and more, giving my Friends and diverse of my acquaintance notice of ●●● Bear-garden banquet of dainty Conceits; and when the day came that the Play should inshave been performed, the house being filled with a great Audience, who had all spent their mo●●● extraordinarily: then this Companion for an Ass, ran away and left me for a Fool, amongst thousands of critical Censurers, where I was ill thought of by my friends, scorned by ●●●, and in conclusion, in a greater puzzle then the blind Bear in the midst of all her ●●●broth. Besides the sum of twenty pounds in money, I lost my Reputation amongst ●●●, and gained disgrace in stead of my better expectations. In Revenge of which wrongs done ●●● me by the said Rhyming Rascal, I have written this Inuective against him, chief because ill-looking Hound doth not confess he hath intured me, nor hath not so much honestly ●●● bring or send me my money that he took for earnest of me; but on the contrary parts ●●● and abuses me with his calumnious tongue, and scandalizeth me in all Companies ●●● bears me nominated. But in a word, Reader, when thou hast read this that follows, I think thou wilt judge me clear of the many false Imputations that are laid upon me. So I ●●●thee to thy Considerations, and I proceed to my Exclamations.  
Thine as thou art mine, JOHN TAYLOR.   

WILLIAM FENNOR. Anagramma. NV VILLAINY For me; OR, Form NV VILLAINY.  
NV VILLAINY Form, Nue, fresh and New,  
Or Form NV VILLAINY, Come Turk, come jew,  
●●● who dares come, for I have found a Theme,  
That overflows with matter like a stream.  
And now stand clear, my masters, ' beware your shins,  
For now to kick and fling my Muse gins.  
How fit his name is Anagrammatized,  
And how his Name is Anatomised,  
'Twould make a horse with laughing break his bridle,  
But to the purpose, long delays are idle.  

TO WILLIAM FENNOR.  
COME Sirrah, Rascal, off your clothes Sr, strip,  
For my Satyrrick whip shall make you skip:  
thou'dst better to have dealt with all the Devils,  
They could not plague thee with so many evils.  
Nay come man, never whine, or crouch, or kneel,  
My heart cannot one lot of pity feel,  
I have squeezed the Gall from out the Lernaean snake.  
With which, Revengeful Ink I mean to make,  
Which I with Aquafortis will commix,  
Yblended with the loathsome Lake of Styx,  
And with that Marrow-eating hateful Ink  
I'll make thee (more than any Aiax) stink,  
A Screech-owl's quill shall be my fatal pen,  
That shall emblaze thee basest slave of men.  
So that when as the purblind world shall see  
How vildly thou hast played the Rogue with me,  
They shall perceive I wrong them not for pelse,  
And thou shalt (like a Rascal) hang thyself.  
What damned Villain would forswear & swear  
At thou didst, against my challenge to appear,  
To answer me at Hope, upon the stage,  
And thereupon, my word I did engage,  
And to the world did publish printed Bills,  
With promise that we both would show our skills.  
And then your Rogue-ship durst not show your face,  
But ran away, and left me in disgrace.  
To thee, ten shillings I for earnest gaue  
To bind thee, that thou shouldst not play the Knave.  
Cur, hadst thou no man's Credit to betray  
But mine, or couldst thou find no other way,  
To Shark, or Shift, or Coney-catch for money,  
But to make me thy Ass, thy Fool, thy Coney?  
Can not thy Squire and thee, (a brace of Varlets)  
Rhymed, Fooled, & Piped, amongst pocky Whore's & Harlot's,  
For twopences in some drunken Bawdy-booth  
To please thy Dexy-dells sweet stinking tooth,  
Whereas thou mightst (as thou hast often done)  
Some scraps and broken beer, for wages won,  
Which to maintain thy state had been some means  
Amongst thy fellows, Rascals, Rogues, & Queans.  
Thou scurvy squint-eyed brazen-faced jaboon,  
Thou damned Stigmatical foul Pantaloon,  
Thou Tausrne, Alchouse, Whorehouse, Gig of time,  
That for a groat wilt amongst Tinker's rhyme.  
I'll hale from Hell grim visaged Nemesis,  
Whom I will Scull o'er silver Thamesis,  
Which to and fro, shall still tormant and touse thee,  
And none but Runagates (like thee) shall howze thee.  
Thine own tongue (trumpet like) each where proclaims  
Thyself a servant to my Sovereign james,  
When as thy service to the King is such  
As Atheists unto God, and scarce so much.  
It may be (graclesse) thou hast graced been,  
And in the Presence didst admittaince win,  
Where some stolen rhymes, and some things of thine own  
To please the ears of Greatness thou hast shown.  
Which (at the first hath won thee some applawse,  
Although perhaps not worth three barley straws.  
And you for sooth, must presently give out  
Amongst your kitchen stuff whor-hedge bird rout,  
What Nobleman your scurviness did bring  
Into the Court, and how our Gracious King,  
(As on a man most worthy to bestow it)  
Entitled yond his Highness Rhyming Poet.  
How dares thy overweening fancy tongue,  
Presume to do a Poet's name that wrong?  
How dar'st thou (being altogether vile)  
Attribute to thyself that Sacred style?  
Shall that rare Art (which gods and men admire,  
Polluted beby such a scur●le Squire?  
Shall Heau'n-bred Po●sie that so long hath lasted,  
With thy contagious breath be Bussard-blasted?  
Then Homer from thy Toomb, with speed return,  
And M●rre round thee from thy peaceful Vine.  
Brave Naso to the world again retire,  
And repossess that rare Promothean fire,  
Which erst inspired you, here you may behold,  
The face of Impudence overbold,  
That dares put on that sweet Poetic name,  
Which hath eternised your Immortal fame.  
Revenge yond Musas, up, awake, awake,  
Or ever sink to the Letb●an Like,  
And you brave Modern Poets, whose sweet lines,  
All Heavenly, earthly, Harmony combines,  
Can you, O can your son●●● be stupidious,  
And see yourselves abused thus perfidious!  
Oh, if the ease were mine, as it is yours,  
I would rain vengeance in rengefull showers,  
Which furious storm for ever should disperse,  
And doth to pieces these base Grooms in verse.  
An Ass in cloth of gold● is but an Ass,  
And Riming-Rascalls may for Poo●s pass,  
Amongst misjudging, and illiterate hinds,  
But judgement knows to use them in their kinds.  
Myself knows how (sometimes) a verse to frame,  
Yet dare I not put on a Poet's name,  
And I dare write with thee at any time  
For what thou dar'st, in either Prose or Rhyme,  
For thou of Poesic art the very scum  
Of Riff-raff-Rubish wit, the total sum,  
The loathsome Glanders of all base abuse,  
The only Filch-line of each labouring A●use,  
The Knave, the Ass, the Coxcomb and the Fool,  
The scorn of Poets, and true wits Close-stool.  
But all your Tavern and your Alehouse prate,  
Is how your entertainment was in State,  
With this great Lord, and that embroidered Knight,  
With that fair Countess, and that Lady bright,  
Though where thou come thou shift, & jye, & ●●●,  
As welcome as a Dog into a Church.  
Dost think the King and's Courtiers doth not see  
And know that nothing good can come from thee?  
Can Swine yield sweet perfumes,  
Can Swans breed Crows?  
Can flattering Rogues have but dissembling shows?  
Can health be hidden in the plague or po●●?  
Can men take pride in fetters, bonds or stocks?  
And more impossible than are all these,  
It is that thou shouldst any wise man please,  
Except it be a flash, a spark, a spurt,  
Soon in, soon out, and then as sweet as dirt,  
Or like a candle's snuff, for pleasing scent,  
Thou leav'st them deeply pleased with discontent,  
●●● thou like stinking Fish) art grown so stolen,  
●● whole●●●●● Rhyme not worth a pot of Ale.  
●●● shortly do hope to see brave sport,  
To have thee sound whipped from out the Court:  
For well I know my King will not allow  
●●● house to harbour such a Rague as thou.  
●●● to God, my Inkhorn I'll not shut,  
●●● steep shall not mine eyes together put,  
Before each night I writ some scourging verse,  
That in revenge thy jadish heart shall pierce.  
For I, whose credit ne'er before was tainted,  
●ot ever was with cheating tricks acquainted,  
To be by thee thus basely used and crossed,  
And in the world my reputation lost,  
And ●ll by thee, that meritest nought but banging,  
●●● sure I think, thou'lt ne'er be worth the hanging.  
●●● rather than thou shouldst a hanging want,  
●●● truss thee up for naught, were Hangmen scant,  
●●, I would do it freely, and for nothing,  
And give thy Wife again my fee and clothing:  
Which courtesy of mine, no doubt, would move  
The creatures kindness to requite my love.  
●● her thou laidst the fault: thou saidst that she  
Did force thee basely run away from me.  
Thou Dolt, thou Dunce, more blockish than a Mule,  
None but a Wittol gives his wife the rule.  
No, 'twas thy Coward heart, full fraught with fear,  
'Twas nothing else that made thee not appear.  
Hadst thou the conquest got, I had not cared,  
So thou unto thy word hadst had regard,  
Then sure the Players had not played a play,  
But thou or I had borne away the day.  
And now to give the world a little taste  
Of the strange brunts and puzzles that I passed,  
I will not write a word shall be untrue,  
That men may know, thou used me like a jew,  
And that I do not rail on thee so sore,  
But that my wrongs do urge me to do more.  
The house was filled with Newters, Foes, & Friends,  
And every one their money frankly spends.  
But when I saw the day away did fade,  
And thy looked for appearance was not made,  
I then stepped out, their angers to appease,  
But they all raging, like tempestuous Seas:  
Cried ou● their expectations were defeated,  
And how they all were coney-catched and cheated  
●ome laughed some swore, some stared & stamped and cursed;  
And in confused humours all out burst.  
I (as I could) did stand the desperate shock,  
And bid the brunt of many dangerous knock.  
For now the stinkards, in their ireful wraths  
●●epelted me with Lome, with Stones, and Laths,  
One madly fits like bottle- All, and hisses,  
Another throws a stone, and cause he misses,  
He yawns and bawls, and cries Away, away:  
Another cries out, john, begin the Play.  
I think this Babel of confused action  
Would sure have made thee stink with fears distraction,  
One swears and storms, another laughs & smiles,  
Another madly would pluck off the tiles.  
Some run toth' door to get again their coin,  
And some do shift, and some again purloin.  
One valiantly stepped out upon the Stage,  
And would tear down the hangings in his rage.  
(God grant he may have hanging at his end,  
That with me for the hangings did contend.)  
Such clapping, hissing, swearing, stamping, smiling,  
Applauding, scorning, liking, and reviling,  
Did more torment me then a Purgatory:  
Yet I (in scorn of windy pomp stage glory)  
Did stand it out, unconquered, unsubdude,  
Despite the Hydraheaded multitude.  
Now goodman Dog, a halter catch your muzzle,  
Your not appearance brought me in this puzzle,  
But I (to give the Audience some content)  
Began to act what I before had meant:  
And first I played a maundering Roguish creature,  
(A part thou couldst have acted well by nature)  
Which act did pass, and please, and filled their jaws  
With wrinkled laughter, and with good applause.  
Then came the players, and they played an act,  
Which greatly from my action did detract.  
For 'tis not possible for any one  
To play against a company alone,  
And such a company (I'll boldly say)  
That better (nor the like) e'er played a Play.  
In brief, the Play my action did cclips,  
And in a manner sealed up both my lips.  
Suppose it were a black Cimmerian night,  
And that some 12 or 16 Torches light  
Should make night seem an artificial day,  
And then suppose, these Torches past away,  
Whilst dismal darkness strait resumes the place,  
Then after all comes in with glimmering pace  
A silly Taper. How would that alone  
Show when the flaming Torches all were gone?  
Even so seemed I, amidst the guarded troop  
Of gold-laced Actors, yet all could not droop  
My fixed mind, for where true courage roots,  
The Proverb says, Once over shoes, o'er boots.  
'Twere easier to subdued wild Bears or Boars,  
Or row to Highgate with a pair of Oars,  
Or to make thee an upright honest man,  
(Which sure God will not, nor the Devil can)  
'Twere lesser labour to blow down Paul's-steeple,  
Then to appease, or please the raging people.  
The Play made me as sweet in their opinions,  
As Tripes well fried in Tarr, or Eggs with Onions,  
I, like a Bear unto the stake was tied,  
And what they said, or did, I must abide.  
A pox upon him for a Ro●ue, says one,  
And with that word he throws at me a stone,  
A second my estate doth seem to pity,  
And says my action's good, my speeches witty.  
A third doth screw his chaps awry, and mew,  
His self conceited wisdom so to show.  
Thus doth the Third, the Fourth, the Fift and Six  
Most Galliemaufrey-like their humours mix.  
Such Motley, Medley, Linsey-Woolsey speeches  
Would sure have made thee vilify thy breeches.  
What I endured upon that earthly hell,  
My tongue or pen cannot describe it well.  
And rather then ●●● do the like once more,  
I would be married to an arrant Whore.  
And that's a plague I could wish well to thee,  
For it would worse than a hanging be.  
And let me say my best in my excuse,  
The Audience all were wronged with great abuse,  
Great cause they had to take it in offence,  
To come from their affairs with such expense  
By Land and Water, and then it the play  
So extraordinarily to pay,  
And when the thing should be that they expected,  
Then nothing to their like was effected.  
Their mirth to madness, liking turned to loathing,  
For when all came to all, all came to nothing.  
Thus hast thou had a little slender taste  
Of my designs, and how I was disgraced,  
For which I am beholding to you, Sir,  
For had you come, there had been no such stir,  
Not 'cause the people longed thyself to see,  
But that they looked thou shouldst disgraced be.  
To see us two the people did repair,  
And not to see or hear or play or Player.  
Why what a faithless Rascal art thou then?  
Darest thou to look upon me once again?  
Which if thou dost, were't not for fear of Laws,  
I'd stab my Dagger thorough both thy jaws.  
But much I scorn my fingers should be foul  
With beating such a dirty dunghill-Owle.  
But I'll rib-roast thee, and burn-bast thee still  
With my enraged Muse, and angry Quill.  
And so I leave thy carcase and apparel  
Unto the Hangman, who shall end our quarrel.  
My full opinion of thee sure is this,  
In no Church-book thy name recorded is,  
But that thou wast begotten in some ditch,  
Betwixt a Tinker and a Maundering Witch,  
And sure thy birth did equal thy begetting,  
I think thy Mother in the Sunshine fitting,  
Basking herself close to some hedge of Thorn,  
And so without a Midwife thou wast borne.  
And there the Sun with his illustrious light  
Screwed quite awry the Windows of thy sight.  
Then afterwards the Matron● thought it meet  
To wrap thee up within some hedge-stolne sheet,  
And making thee her sweet unchristian pack,  
Some six or seven year bore thee on her back,  
Instructing thee in the brave Canting tongue,  
And how in Pedlar's French to sing a song,  
And Rhyme for Buttermilk, for Curds and Whey,  
And in a Barn at night thy bones to lay.  
This I do think of thee, I'll not say so,  
Thou knowst it best if it be so or no.  
This (by thine own report) some few years since  
Thou Rim'st at Gravesend for some fourteen pence  
I'the street, from seventeen people unrespected,  
This Grand Collection, justly was collected.  
As I do hope for bliss, I hate thee not  
For any goods or credit thou hast got  
In court or City. But thy praise I'll sing,  
If any way thou didst delight the King.  
So many tedious cares are daily thrown  
Upon the Royall-head that wears a Crown,  
That into action I would melt my spirit,  
Thereby to give my Sovereign some delight.  
For such things I do love and wish thee well,  
But that I think no such in thee do dwell.  
Therefore I hate thee, as thou dost behave  
Thyself like to a cozening paltry Knave.  
What here I writ, upon thee I'll make good,  
And in the hazard I'll engage my blood.  
But as I said before, again I'll say,  
I scorn on such a Rascal, hands to lay,  
For the old proverb is Authentical,  
(Who touches pitch shall be defiled withal.)  
Thou hast a pate can forge a Mint of lies,  
Else how is't possible thou couldst device  
At once to flap me and the world i'th' mouth,  
That thou wast rid, East, West, and North, & South?  
That day thou shouldst have met me on the Stage  
Thou went'st three ways at once on pilgrimage,  
Thou sentest me word tho' wast sent for to the Court,  
Thy wife said, thou with speed must make resort  
To fetch her portion out of Warwickshire,  
And the day after 'twas my chance to hear,  
How thou for begging of a Felon's pardon,  
Wast rid down into Kent to fetch thy guerdon.  
So that the portion that thou went'st to fet,  
Thou from the Gallows (thy best friend) didst get,  
But though thou rob the Gallows of his fee,  
It will (at last) for principal catch thee.  
Where (for thou guld'st me at the Hope) I hope  
Thou wilt conclude thy rogu'ry in a Rope,  
Three Trees, two Rampant, and the other Cross ●●●)  
One halter Pendant, and a ladder Passant,  
In a field Azure, (clouded like the Sky)  
Because 'twixt Earth and Air I hope thou'lt dye.  
These Arms for thee, my muse hath Heraldized,  
And to exalt thee, them she hath devised.  
Then when thou bidst the world thy last good-night  
Squint upward, and cry, Gallows, claim thy right.  
To whose protection, thy estate I render,  
And all thy Rights and Titles I surrender,  
●●● Carcase and thy Manners (that are evil)  
●●●●●●, Hangman, and (thy fire) the Devil.  

* Thi●e as thou hast deserved   
JOHN TAYLOR.   

To the Reader  

NOw honest Reader (if thou be so) tell,  
Have I not Canuased this same Rascal well?  
●●● thinks I hear some say I am too bitter,  
And if I were more mild, they hold it fit.  
●●● such men truly but conceive my wrong,  
And think the case did to themselves belong:  
When such a fellow with me shall agree,  
And take my money for an earnest fee:  
And make me print a thousand Bills and moto,  
And daily on the Posts to clap up store,  
For thousand Readers as they pass the way,  
To see my name engaged to play a Play  
●●● Against William Fennor, my Antagonist;  
And then, for me each hour to persist,  
(Upon his word) to study and to write,  
And scarce in six week's rest or day, or night;  
And when the time is come the play should be,  
My opposite should run away from me,  
And leave me to be made a wondering stock,  
●●● aby-word, for the world to mock:  
To make me lose my credit, and my name.  
To be o'rtlouded with perpetual shame.  
judge, if this would not move a man to spleen,  
To be this basely used as I have been.  
This to the censure of the World I send  
This sharp Inuective, which my Anger penned.  
And as my wrong was public, so will I  
Revenged be upon him publicly.  
And for him I have worse● Rods in piss,  
●●● be but dare to write and answer this.  
But if he durst no better play the Knave  
Then answer me, he would not go so brave.  
But yet here's one thing was almost forgot,  
Which till this time my Muse remembered not,  
And sure it must his Foolship needs molest,  
This hath been read and laughed at by the Best,  
That when he dares but to the Court to come,  
His entertainment will be like jack Drum.    

To my Friends.  

ANd now, kind Friends, a word or two to you,  
Before I bid your judgements all adieu.  
Full well I know you all were angered much,  
That my unfortunate events were such:  
And well I know, you do believe and know,  
I meant no shuffling-shifting trick to show.  
To you my mind doth need no more revealing,  
You all do know I meant plain upright dealing;  
And sure I hope your informations will  
Defend me against the force of scandal still.  
There were some Lords, some Knights, Esquires, and some  
Good Merchants, Tradesmen, to the Play did come,  
On purpose only for my only sake,  
The most of which I know will undertake,  
To do me any good in word or deed,  
If my occasions did require their need:  
Though my deserts can no such favour win,  
Yet well they know I still have honest been:  
I speak not this in any terms of boast,  
For why, my faults are equal with the most:  
But this is written, that it may appear,  
That I from coney-catching tricks am clear:  
And unto all the world I dare appeal,  
Who dares accuse me that I did misdeale.  
So craving pardon where I have transgressed,  
I wish my Friends all earthly, heavenly rest.    

To my despiteful Foes.  

TO you that screwed your jaws awry, & mewed,  
And so your worthless, witless wisdom showed,  
And now and then bestowed a hiss or twain,  
(To give more vent to your fantastic brain)  
You might have kept away, I sent not for you.  
If you hate me, I do as much abhor you:  
Like Guests unbid, you might have brought your stools,  
For as you came, you went away like Fools.  
The purpose which my study did intent,  
Was by no means any one to offend;  
And therefore whatsoever that they be,  
That enviously do rail and snarl at me,  
I can no less do, but with word and pen,  
Inform them that they are malicious men.  
Against no man in particular I writ,  
But generally to all that bear me spite:  
I pray for them (to make their fury madder)  
God turn their hearts, or Hangman turn the ladder,  
Which turning sure will either mend or end them,  
To one of which my daily Prayers commend them.     
FINIS.   

FENNOR'S DEFENCE: OR, I AM YOUR FIRST MAN. Wherein the Waterman, JOHN TAYLOR, is dashed, soused, and finally fallen into the Thames: With his slanderous Taxations, base Imputations, scandalous Accusations, and foul Abominations, against his Majesty's Rhyming Poet: who hath answered him without Vexations or trembling Recantations.  

DEDICATED To all that can judge, of what degree soever.  
IVdiciall Reader, after a Supper of Slanders, give me leave to bestow a Banquet of Defence; which, I hope, shall relish with more delight in thy generous opinion. I am sorry that my Pen is plucked back from better Occasions, to answer an Opposite so ignoble. But seeing my Reputation is shot at by such a poisoned Pistol, I thought it meet to serve out the Ballet of his Infamy with my approved Honesty, before it grew rank, or festered too fare i● the World's Apprehension. But to the purpose: Master Taylor, the Gentlemanlike Sculler at the Hope on the Bankside, at a friends house of mine, acquainted me with his Project; which was as followeth: That he the said Taylor had studied such several Humours in Prose, as never were th●● like before: (which indeed fell out true, to his shame) wherein he would have me join; he to play a Sc●●● in Pr●se, and I to answer him in Verse: Whereto I condescended, on these Conditions; viz. That I might have half the Commodity thereof, Or Security for five pounds; Or else twenty shillings in hand, and the rest as the Day afforded. Next, That I might hear his Book read (which was fit) to know on wh●● ground I might build my Invention. And last, That I should see the Manner of his Challenge bes●●● it was published, and set my Answer to it with my own hand. To all which he granted, and delivered me five Shillings upon the same: Whereupon I promised faithfully, That if all this were on his part performed, I would (Good willing) meet him, and with my best endeavour strive to give the Audience content. Now, here I must entreat you, before you condemn me, note but the Occasions of my Breach of Promise: This Water-Taylor, with his Confederates, presuming he had bound me with his Earnest-money, printed his Challenge-Bill, and my Answer annexed thereunto, without my Hand, Knowledge, or Consent: Nay more: My Answer was by him set up so mean and insufficient to so braving a Challenge, that I altogether disliked thereof (as I had reason) and thereupon sent my Man with the Money five days before the Play, to certify them, That I was otherwise employed, and would not come, in regard of the Wrong done unto me, in setting up my Answer without my Consent: My Man delivered the Message, b●● lost the Money at Play, emboldening himself upon the Wrongs I had received; which I have since paid. And the same day I received a Letter out of Warwickshire from my Father, That he was not well; wishing me and my wife to repair unto him with all possible speed. Now, you that are Parents of Children, or children to Parents, judge, whether I ought rather to disobey my Father; or displease john Taylor; Purpose my Father's hate, or lose a Sculler's love; and I hope yo● will say. I had sufficient cause to keep me ●●● the Hope. But fearing my homely Truth (though it be sufficient to plead my Honestly) is not answer ●●● to your expectation of my Practice in Poesy; I will, as near as I can, fit my Muse to your liking, which is my content: And ever rest honester by Land, than Tailor by Water,  
WILL. FENNOR.   

Although I cannot Rogue it, as he can,  
Yet will I show myself on honest man.   

An Apology to the Anagram of my Name, made by no Scholar, but a Sculler.  

IT were a simple Tree thy breath could shake;  
But see (mere Malice) how thou dost mistake:  
For what thy Title would bestow on me,  
Thyself art Author of, New Villainy,  
But since thou urgest me, mark how I'll blaze  
That name, which thou with villainy wouldst gluse:  
●●● I will open the Casement, and clear Light  
Shall chase thy black verse to eternal Night.  
When the first William, Duke of Normandy,  
●●yl'd from the Coasts of France to Britain,  
Amongst his best Ranks came a Chivaliere,  
Whose name in French was called le Fognier●,  
Which then our English Tongue so well did tender,  
●●● him the Name and Title of Defender,  
On the Seacoasts he did defend so well,  
That for his Chrest he bears the Scallop shell.  
Since, briefer Language gives us Fennor's dame,  
Not can thy impudence impair the same:  
And for a Token of wronged Innocence,  
I do be resume my first name for Defence.  
My Anagram if thou but rightly scan,  
Then thou wilt find, 'tis I will fear no man.  
How can I then fear thee that art a Tailor;  
A●●● of Fustian, and a ragged railer;  
A dish that is worth the feeding on,  
When thou art best in Lent, thou'rt but Poor john.   

An Anagram upon the Sculler's Name. JOHN TAYLOR, Anagramma. O Hate, rail on.  

O Hate rail on; or this. Rail on, O Hate:  
For spite of Railing, I must dedicate  
An answer to thy Theme, though needs so large,  
Will sink thy Sculler's Boat, though 'twere a Barge.  
To halter up your Muse, my Muse begins;  
I'll truss the ●●de for breaking people's shins.  
Then Monster do thy worst, yerk out thy fill,  
Thou canst not touch my goodness with thy ill:  
Though Horse break their Bridles, and escape,  
My Lines shall lo●d an Ass, or whip ●n Ape.    

To his approved Foe john Taylor.  

I Have look over with my best Prospectives,  
And viewed the tenor of thy base Inuectives:  
But if thou know'st how slenderly I weigh them,  
Thou wouldst not make such labour to display them  
All that my Lyntia in thy vain discerns,  
Is Roguish Language, such as Newgate learns.  
I think thou hast been tutored in the Stews,  
For thine's the perfect speech they only use:  
Base Roguish Wishes, Cursing and Reviling.  
Tempestuous Rail, and good names defiling.  
Yet maugre Malice john, I pity thee,  
For all the pa●●● thou hast bestowed on me;  
And were my purse but of ability,  
I'd recompense thy labours horriblle:  
But since my means unable is to right thee,  
Mark how my Pen in kindness shall requite thee.  
A will bestow a sheet or two of Paper,  
Ind fit the burning of a Tallow Taper,  
To tell thee thou art monstrous insolent,  
Although thy Verse is lame and impotent;  
And at the highest, thou art but partaker  
With Libel spreaders, or some Ballad-maker.  
But do not think thou dealest with Coriat,  
Whose bosom thou didst bolt a Story at;  
Nor look not for such battery at my walls,  
As against the Knight o'th' Sun, or Archibals;  
Expect not Captain Ottooles understanding:  
No, no; against a Bulwark thou art banding  
Of better temper, and a nobler spirit,  
Then ever thy base bosom could inherit.  
Against Cynthia, like a Wolf, thou'lt bark & howl,  
Whereby thou showst thy judgement dark & foul.  
Thou grievest, my muse with her reflecting rays  
Hath quite eclipsed a famous Sculler's praise:  
Thou wouldst have Poesy in none to flourish  
But in thyself; O thou art too too curtish:  
Banish this self-conceit; false shady dreams  
Hang in thy heart, and drive thee to extremes.  
But why do I presume to counsel thee,  
That hat'st good counsel, as thou hatest me?  
Wherefore I leave thy brazen impudence,  
To answer thy Revenge with my Defence.    

Defence.  

HOw Rascall-like thou dealest with me at first;  
Thou showst from what antiquity thou'rt nursed:  
How dar'st thou of thy Satyre-musicke boast,  
That now stand'st bound unto the whipping post?  
But I will spare thee, thou intemperate Ass,  
Until in Bride, well thou shalt currant pass.  
Thou sayest, I had better with the Devil deal;  
By which thou dost thy wickedness reveal:  
But I have nought to do with him, or thee;  
If thou be his companion, God bless me.  
To crouch, or whine, thou giv'st me no occasion;  
But I must laugh at thy absurd persuasion:  
Thou art that Lernaean Snake, squeeze thine own gall,  
But 'tis too bad to make thee Ink withal.  
thoust gone so long to Styx for mingled Ink,  
That all thy verses in men's nostrils stink.  
For pens, the Screech-owls feathers are too tough;  
A Goose's wing for thee is good enough.  
Thou hast emblazed me Basest slave of men;  
That name I freely send thee back again,  
Until the world hath better eyes to see,  
Which is the basest lack, myself, or thee.  
Thou call'st me Rogue so artificial,  
That I must judge thee for one natural:  
The injury proceeded from thy tongue,  
And yet thou wouldst make me thy cloak for wrong.  
But dost thou think the matter is no more,  
But hand myself? thy counsel I abhor:  
And take thou heed of this enchanted spell,  
john Tayler ended like Achitophel.  
What foolish Ass, like thee, would take in hand  
To play a Play, that couldst not understand,  
What thine own folly is, thou art so blind;  
Only to baseness thou art well inclined.  
Dost think I had no business, but to wait  
On thy detested Popperies conceit?  
Yet I protest, hadst thou but sent the Bill,  
For me to answer, I'd have showed my skill:  
Which would have been so much to thy disgrace,  
That thou again durst ne'er have showed thy face.  
Canst thou imagine, that I went away,  
For fear of thee, or thy contemned Play?  
Know, fool, when on the Stage I purchased worth,  
I scorned so send for thee to help me forth.  
And put the case that I should challenge thee,  
Thy railing spirit could not answer me:  
For thou art nothing without three months' fludie;  
I'd beat my brains out, if they were so muddy.  
Five shillings I confess I had of thee;  
Which I protest my servant had from me,  
For to repay thee: but since he did fail,  
Thou mightst have sent to me; not writ, and ray●  
On him, that holds his honesty more dear  
Than all the Thames revenues in a year.  
But here thou drivest me to a short demur,  
To know why thou shouldst call a Christian, Cur:  
Oh, I have found it; to my grief I see,  
That Curs and Christians are alike to thee.  
But was thy credit by my treason slain?  
Faith I know none thou hadst to lo'e or stain.  
I wonder much at thy simplicity,  
That thou shouldst challenge me for sharking thee  
When of my troth I had rather give thee gifts,  
Then see thee driven to such paltry shifts,  
Thou and thy Squire oft have ferried me,  
More oft than I and mine have, timed to thee.  
If ever I have sung to nasty Whores,  
Thou, or some Pander, like thee, kept the doors:  
For I am sure, that for as little means,  
As two pence, thou wilt carry knaves and queans;  
I know not what thou meanest by Doxy del,  
If seems with them thou art acquainted well.  
For scraps and broken beer it is so rate  
For me to rhyme, that thou shalt have my share:  
For though much wealth I want to maintain me,  
I'll never trouble Whores, nor Rogues, nor thee.  
Allow I am squint-eyde, yet with those eyes,  
I can thy Baboons tricks anatomize.  
But prithee, which of all the Devils crammed  
That word of judgement in thee, Thou art damned?  
I'd rather wish thee talk of thy salvation,  
Left hate should hurtie thee into damnation.  
Hadst thou begun with Brothel, then transcended  
Unto a Tavern, thou my state hadst mended:  
But thou dost all thou canst to cut my throat,  
And cheat me of the Tinker and his groat:  
Thou hast so many voyages to hell,  
That Nemesis will like thy visage well;  
And for to make hell's number one the fuller,  
Charon will take thee for his under Sculler:  
And from those tossing torments which torment thee,  
I'll find a shelter, though it discontent thee.  
Why dost thou blame my tongue, 'cause it proclaims  
●●● self servant to my Sovereign james?  
●●● all hearts & tongues with mine would sing,  
●●eir loyal duty to my Lord the King.  
●●● Royal favour makes thy envy swell,  
Why thy words all may discern it well.  
●●● base comparison I hate and curse,  
●●● heaven thy service to him prove no worse:  
●●● then my Rhyme shall tell thee this in Reason,  
●●● ne'er be hanged for felony nor treason.  
●●● for the rest, thou poor Bear-garden sport,  
●●●●rne to tell thee how I live in Court:  
●●● for to certify thee, thou shalt know it,  
●●● hath pleased the King to call me his Rhyming Poet.  
●●● though too fare unworthy, I confess,  
●●● merit it, the Title I possess:  
●●●, without boasting, let me boldly say,  
●●●ryme with any man that breathes this day,  
Upon subject in extempore,  
Or else be blotted from all memory,  
For any wager dare engaged be.  
Then think what cause I had to run from thee?  
●●cept it were, because I would not hear,  
How thou absurdly didst abuse each ear.  
●●● thou dost task me with my sauciness,  
That I myself a Poet dare profess:  
Wouldst thou have me rob Nature of her gifts;  
Why, that were base than thy basest shifts:  
Yet my esteem of course extempore,  
●●● but as servile to sweet Poesy.  
Why wouldst thou trouble Homer from his rest,  
To view the slanders belched from thy base breast.  
Were Ovid living, he would discommend thee:  
●●●, in steed of wine would water send thee:  
And famous Virgil, in his lofty style,  
At this thy railing humour would but smile.  
Last, all that have deserved a Laurel wreath,  
Unto thy Muse a pair of sculls bequeath.  
Alas poor Spong, thou suckest up nought but spite,  
And dost me open wrong thy faults to right.  
What coxcomb-foole would proffer such abuses,  
As thou hast done to Poets, and the Muses?  
But dear Talia in her rhyming fit,  
Song, Thou wilt die a fool for want of wit.  
Thou fairest thy judgement can compose a verse;  
What my opinion of thee, I'll rehearse,  
Thou are no better than a Poet's Whelp,  
That fawning up and down seeks after help:  
I could be like thyself, unmannerly,  
But that I scorn thy style should tutor me.  
No, burn thyself out, like a candle-snuffe,  
'Tis vain to make thee worse, thou'rt bad enough.  
Thou taxest me, that I abroad do vaunt,  
What Lords & Knights to me their favours grant;  
It also seems that thou from me wouldst know,  
What Countesses and Lady's countenance show.  
I'll tell thee plainly; such do entertain me,  
That for thy railing baseness will disdain thee.  
Had they thy hungry chaps once foddered,  
Thou wouldst not title them embroidered.  
But, Sirrah, though you meddle with your mates,  
Thou shouldst learn manners to forbear the states:  
And not to descant upon Court and King,  
'Twere fit thou shouldst of a Sculler sing.  
Presumptuous fool, how darest thou be so bold,  
To speak of Kings, whom men with fear behold.  
You say, you know his royal Majesty  
Will not allow his Court to harbour me:  
Nay more, your Scullership doth know right well,  
That I no longer in his house shall dwell.  
Is then his wisdom thinkest thou such mean treasure,  
That Watermens must know his royal pleasure?  
Yet I confess so fare his will they know,  
When he directs them whither they shall go.  
It may be thou wast put in office lately,  
Which makes thee rogue me so, and rail so stately.  
But when thy head peeps through the pillory,  
I doubt these terms thy cares must justify.  
For thy base words are of such hard digestion,  
They'll cause some stomach call thy name in question,  
Thou hopest to see me whipped; stand fast blind Hodge,  
For fear thou stumble into th'Porters Lodge:  
Rave, rail, do what thou canst; I'll never cease,  
To serve my sovereign master King of peace.  
Watch till thy eyes fall out; V Vrite, do thy worst;  
I have a Pen and Inkhorn is as cursed,  
To answer all thy Railing, Satyrizing,  
In three days, what thou three months' art devising:  
And when thy quarter-Cockatrice sees light,  
In troth it is not worthy of man's sight.  
But I am sorry that thy credit's tainted,  
To make thee and thy Chandler unacquainted:  
Will he not score no more for Eggs and Cheose,  
Because he saw thy Hope upon her knees?  
Rather than thou shouldst lay that fault on me,  
Come where I dwell, I'll pass my word for thee:  
For Reputation thou canst have no more,  
Then in a Baker's debt, or Ale-wifes' score:  
And if thou be denied both Bread and Drink,  
Thy Writing and thy Rowing's like to shrink.  
Leave these Inuectives, trust unto thy Scull,  
For that's the way to fill thy belly full  
Of Meat and Drink; besides this Consolation,  
Thou labor'st truly in thine own Vocation.  
Why shouldst thou stagger after Poesy,  
That is attended on by Poverty?  
I wish thee as my friend, ne'er go about it;  
For, as I guess, thou'rt poor enough without it.  
I see thou art so bare and desperate,  
Thou wouldst turn Hangmanto advance thy state;  
And hang up me: but (Sculler) I'll o'r-match you,  
And stand to see a Hempen halter catch you:  
For the old proverb never failed yet,  
Who spreads nets for his friends, snares his own feet:  
But yet I wonder since thou hat'st my life,  
Thou shouldst profess such kindness to my wife,  
If thy hot love without deceit be servant,  
My kitchen Maid shall take thee for her servant:  
For all the love that from my wife proceeds,  
Is scorning of thy person and thy deeds:  
Thou call'st them wittols that lead quiet lives,  
But none but Rascals will abuse their wives.  
But now to the disasters of the day,  
How thou miscarridst with thy Hopeful play.  
Of thy mishaps no long discourse I'll tell,  
How thou amongst them mad'st a beastly smell.  
Thou dost commend the Players for their action,  
But they were all ashamed of thy distraction:  
For them, as much as thine, my praise allow,  
For none amongst them played the fool but thou:  
Thou wouldst fain find a fault, yet know'st not where,  
When in thy bosom it appeareth clear.  
Thy chiefest railing and thy strongest evasion,  
Is against me, yet thou art the occasion.  
Another while thou blamest the Audience,  
When thou wast cause of their impatience:  
‛ The better sort said I was wise enough,  
To keep me out of that black whirlwind puff,  
Which almost blew the hangings from the Stage,  
Was e'er such folly known in any age?  
Thou sayest, the Maundering Beggar credit got,  
For that, thou know'st I know a Poet wrote:  
For all the rest, that was devised by thee,  
Was nothing but a heap of Foppery.  
I heard, thou lettest the Wine run tumbling down  
Thy rotten windpipe, like a drunken Clown:  
But yet thy Lion drunk could not defend thee,  
For 'twas thy Ape drunk made some men commend thee:  
For that day's censure thou canst not escape,  
Which says, That all thy actions played the Ape.  
But thy Tobacco was such stinking stuff,  
That all the people cried, Enough, enough.  
Thy third Act showed the humours of men frantic,  
Wherein, most like an Ass, thou stoodst for Antic:  
I saw it not, whether it were good or bad;  
But wise men judge thee either fool, or mad.  
Thy last Act shows thy skill upon the Seas,  
To be so rare, it did them all displease:  
And in conclusion, such a tempest rose,  
That blew thee off, and made thy friends thy foes.  
And wouldst thou load my back with all this blame?  
Nay, as thou got'st the coin, so take the shame:  
And let me tell thee this, to calm thy rage,  
I challenged Kendal on the Fortune Stage;  
And he did promise 'fore an Audience,  
For to oppose me, note the accidence:  
I set up Bills, the people thronged apace,  
With full intention to disgrace, or grace;  
The house was full, the trumpets twice had sound  
And though he came not, I was not confounded,  
But stepped upon the Stage, and told them this;  
My adverse would not come: not one did hisse;  
But fling me Themes: I then extempore  
Did blot his name from out their memory,  
And pleased them all, in spite of one to brave me,  
Witness the ringing Plaudits that they gave me.  
Was not this just the case 'twixt me and thee?  
And yet thy eyes, thine own faults cannot see,  
I'll touch thee nearer: Hadst thou been away,  
As I was, and myself supplied the day,  
I would have rows dimy Muse incontinent,  
With Mirth's best acquaint devise, for their content  
And in extempore I would have gained  
The favour of them all, which thee disdained,  
But thou art hatched from Saturn's frozen brain,  
Poor drowsy groom of sleepy Morpheus' train:  
If there be any spark of Muse in thee,  
It is the tayle-gut of Melpomenie,  
Which doth instruct thee in thy filthy terms;  
There's nothing else in thee my Pen affirms.  
Hadst thou done well, the credit had been thine;  
But doing ill, thou'dst have the shame be mine,  
The Money pleased thy humour passing well;  
But thy discredit made thy anger swell  
Above the verge of Patience and thy Sail,  
Blown full of Envy, bursts itself to Rail,  
Not publicly, but in a private Hole.  
Kindle thy Malice at the Devil's coal:  
But I with water of true Honestly  
Will quench the raging heat of Villainy.  
How bravely thou canst brag it out, and swagger  
And talk of stabs (God bless us) and thy dagger  
I would not see thy spiteful spit-Frog drawn,  
'Twill serve thee better for an Alehouse pawn.  
Thou scorn'st to foul thy fingers upon men,  
Because thou know'st they will shake hands again:  
But thou art excellent at these windy puffs,  
And dar'st encounter boys at fisticuffes;  
But Sirrah, look to your green Wastcot well,  
For fear the boys do tear it off piece mell.  
All the kind favour that I will implore,  
Is, that thou wouldst threaten me no more:  
And yet, now I remember, 'tis no wrong;  
For Threatened folk (the Proverb says) live long:  
But with thy Pen write, and revenge thy spleen,  
I'll have an Answer that shall cut as keen:  
But now base Slanderer, I must term thee so;  
Why meddlest thou with them thou dost not know,  
Thus long I have but spent my Ink in jest,  
But now I'll dart my anger at thy breast:  
I would I had the humour of some Scold,  
That I, like thee, my venom might unfold.  
Thou never knewst my birth, nor my begetting,  
So well as I thy Rescall Play, and Cheating:  
●●● whatsoever my birth or breeding be,  
●●● I live to toss and torture thee,  
●●● thee like Stockfish, gill thee like a Sprat,  
●●● thee i●h Towne-ditch, like a Water-Rat,  
●●●le jigs and Ballads of thy apish toys,  
●●● to be sung by threadbare Fiddlers boys:  
●●● to do this, I shall but prove a baby,  
●●● hast disgraced thyself as much as may be.  
●●● Barabus of all humanity,  
●●● slanderer of Christianity,  
●●●●now that I am a Christian, and am borne  
●●● etter then ●hy best Kindred, I'll be sworn:  
●ow thy own tongue thy breeding doth display,  
●●● Pedlar's French, and Canting, Curds and Whey;  
●●● I'll approve it to thy foul disgrace,  
●●● sprung from baseness; I, from Gentry's race,  
●●● which to make good, my Parents yet do live,  
●●● each day at their Table, food do give  
●●● better men than thou, misshapen slave:  
●● bea●e thy slanders with thee to thy grave.  
●●● at Grausend rhymed for fourteen pence,  
●●● pence thou hast rowed that voyage since:  
●●● it were no more, I b●r't away  
●●●●●●●●●, then thou didst thy Play.  
●hy envy is not worth the speaking of;  
The more thou railest at me, the more I laugh:  
●●● some to beg (as thou dost) Poet's phrases,  
To raise my name; let merit sing my praises:  
●●● were the meaner than thy own desert,  
They were the worse where thou shouldst sing a part:  
Thou dost but think there's nothing good in me,  
●●● I am sure there is much less in thee.  
That ●●● thou bearest me, prithee bear me still,  
●●●● good with envy all thy veins shall fill,  
●●● they swell and burst thy angry gall:  
Then if ●rue, I will lament thy fall,  
And on thy grave this Epitaph bestow,  
For to be read for either friend or foe.    

Epitaph.  

HEre lies a Carcase in this Grave,  
Who while he lined; would rail and rave,  
Borrow his wit from others worth,  
And in his own name ●●●t forth:  
He rowed from Tiber to the Thames,  
And there his tongue himself proclaims,  
The lustre of all Watermen,  
To row with Scull, or write with Pen.  
O, had he still kept on the Water,  
And never come upon Theatre,  
He might have lived full merrily,  
And not have died so lousily.  
O, 'twas that foolish scurvy Play  
●●t Hope, that took his sense away:  
●et he to blot out all his shame,  
●●● the fault on Fennor●s name;  
And railed at him like a mad body,  
Lived a bare Fool, died a base Noddy.  
But if you'll know what was his name,  
I willingly will show the same:  
No Land-Poet, nor Sea-Saylor,  
But a poor Sculler, called john Taylor:  
And had not hate this wonder slain,  
He would have lived a Knave in grain.  
Thus jack thou feast what friendship I would do,  
Garnish thy Grave out with a verse or two;  
But yet thou art alive, and I surmise,  
Thou wilt not dye till Crow's peck out thy eyes.  
I'd wish thee sail unto some foreign Places,  
Where they have never heard of thy disgraces:  
The Baramoodes Tongue thou dost profess,  
The name of Poet there thou may'st possess:  
There spread thy Pamphlets, make them understand  
Thou art the chiefest Poet in that Land.  
Thou sayest my pate a mint of lies can forge,  
Indeed thou'st wit enough thy lies to scourge:  
For I was neither rid South, North, nor East,  
But into Warwickshire, direct Northwest:  
Nor did I thither ride, to shun thy Play,  
But 'twas my Father's will called me away;  
And for th'obedience that he in me found,  
He gave me his blessing, with a hundred pound.  
Then Sculler know, that was no Tinker's gift,  
Nor had I need for thy poor Crown to shift:  
But he that told thee I was gone in't Kent,  
Spoke half as true as thou dost, lies invent.  
But see how envy in thy heart doth troth,  
Thou grievest that I a poor man's pardon got;  
Is thy eye evil then, cause mine is good?  
Or wouldst thou stop my Fountain with thy mud?  
No, spigh; of thee, thou Cannibal to man,  
I will not cease to do what good I can:  
Nor do I look for Silver for my meed,  
When poor men want, if I can help their need:  
For though thou rayld'st on me at the Bear garden,  
Rather than see thee hanged, I'd beg thy pardon:  
Although it cost me more the suing forth,  
In ready money than thy Boat is worth  
So much tender man, though bred by Nature,  
As being image of his high Creator:  
But thou that of man's li●e art no esteemer,  
What mercy canst thou hope from thy Redeemer.  
Say I had wronged thee, thou good-names betrayer,  
Thou call'st for vengeance in toy Saviour's prayer:  
I will not say so, but it doth appear,  
Thou scarce dost say thy prayers once a year.  
Thou must forgive, if thou wouldst be forgiven;  
For if thou fearest not hell, ne'er hope for heaven.  
Thou dost cause the King as well ●or Grants,  
As men for Suits: but leave these bitter taunts,  
And learn intime, black tail of insolence,  
To arm thy heart with Christian patience.  
Thus have I answered all thy false alarms:  
Now it remains for me to blaze thy Arms;  
For thou hast falsely set up mine in blue,  
Wherefore I mean to have a bout with you.  
Thy Heraldry shall not outstrip my brain,  
But I'll device as good for thee again:  
And first, because all Sculls thou dost excel.  
A silver Oare will for thy Crest do well,  
A pair of Armer bound in a Sable Scarf,  
In a sad field, as large as Wapping Wharf;  
Out of the water shall appear one dead,  
A halter and a cross-bar o't his head:  
And on his Shield this Motto shall be found,  
Taylor the Sculler was both hanged and drowned.  
In all this blazing thee, no hurt I mean,  
But hang thee till the Tide hath wash: thee cleaner:  
And when the billows o'er thy head are flowing,  
And AEolus against Neptune's brow is blowing,  
And Oars and Sculls above thy cross-bar failing,  
There is great hope thou wilt forget thy railing.  
Thus have I answered thee in three days space,  
And yet my Pen ran but an ambling pace:  
Thus much I mildly writ, in hope 'twill mend thee;  
If not, the Thames or Wapping shore will end thee.  
And last, to show what course I would direct thee,  
Use honesty, from Tyburn to protect thee.   
Thi●e more than thou desirest, Will. Fennor, his Majesty's Ri●●●g Poet.   

To my kind Friends in general.  

NOw you have read, and understand my mind,  
I hope your wont favours I shall find,  
In spite of railing baseness, whose loud tongues,  
Are Sa●hans instruments for stand'rous wrongs.  
Sure I have satisfied your expectation,  
And used the Sculler in his own vocation:  
But if you think my answer over-milde,  
Know this, I would not have my tongue defiled,  
With such uncivil terms, much less my pen,  
Which now gives satisfaction to all men.  
Of truth; I will avouch, in spite of ill,  
My answer was set up in Tailor's Bill,  
Falsely, without my knowledge or consent:  
Then was not that a cause sufficient,  
To give my purpose sudden alteration,  
When I was played the knave with in that fashion.  
But though we could not then meet face to face,  
I hope my pen hath followed him space:  
If I be not deceived, it hath outstripped him,  
And spite of all his rods in piss, 'tath whipped him,  
And made his howling hollow voice to roar:  
Yet for your loves, I'll give him one lash more.    

FENNOR'S final Fare●ill to TAYLOR, with his blue Bitch and Cod's belly.  

BLadder of envy, one word more with you,  
I must hunt out your Bitch, of Azure hue:  
You that at Rotterdam have Spies to honor,  
And in Cod's bellies transport Slanders over,  
And without Licence helcheth them abroad,  
IT were fit she should be seartcht to see her Load:  
For in her head, her belly, and her crooks,  
I doubt there will be found some dangerous Books  
For he that undertook this Work for thee,  
Perhaps prints Romish Doctrine for a fee;  
Or matters prejudicial to the State;  
Or things Schismatical, to breed debate.  
If it be found so, spite of your Revenge,  
You and your Bitch may in a halter swinge,  
And your Cod's belly starve for want of water:  
To you all three I do commend this Satire,  
And to my Country all my love and skill,  
To root out all such instruments of ill.     
FINIS.   

A CAST OVERDO THE WATER, BY JOHN TAYLOR. Given Gratis to WILLIAM FENNOR, the Rhymer, From London to the Kings Bench.  

DEDICATED To all that understand English. By your leave a little in Prose, and to the purpose.  
GEntlemen, I pray you take me not for a common Ferryman to Conicatchers: I transport this fellow this once, not out of confederacy, but out of commiseration. For I confess ingenuously, at first sight of his pitiful Preface, he turned all my malice into compassion. For I had thought, having given himself the Title of his Majesty's Poet, and by his own confession poor enough to be one, that necessity (at least) would have begot that which a beggar calls Phrase ●him. Whereas this Cadworme, having only got Rhyme, which is but the buttons and ●●● to couple Verse together; or as the wings of a Butterfly now turned out of his Sum●● weeds, he appears to be the same which I ever held him to be; A most naked and ●●ched Mongrel, not able to pen a letter in true English, though it were to borrow mo●●●. But you will say, it was the badness of the matter, & being the absolute & only professed ly●●● of our age, it behooved him to build upon his memory, which Artists say, is an enemy to wit: ●●● hereon his memory is so short, that as we speak of the Italians, they tell lies so long till ●●● believe themselves for truths; so this Hydra-tonged Proteus-prater in his own and ●●● self same pestiferous Preface auer's, and confutes, and then auer's again the same contradictions which he denies, that he was tied to perform the Challenge at the Hope: Yet ●●●, he confesses he sent his man back with the earnest, which he says was five shillings; say ten but we will not contend for the sum, had it been ten pounds he'll as soon pay as five shillings. Did I give him five shillings earnest? then no question but it was to tie him ●●● bargain, was the money certain, and the conditions at his own choice? Indeed, he ●●es to have money for a Song, but I have more wit then to be one of his Patrons. But his ●●● played the knave (as how could he do other, having such a Master) and ran away with ●●● money; was ever poor Rat driven to more extremity to free herself from the trap by ●●ning off his own tail, is Monsieur le Foggnieurs service so cheap, that it will be sold for five shillings. He will say his Annagram is, I will fear no man. It is a dear Anagram Monsi●● ●●, it cost you five shillings: For had you feared your Man, you would never have trusted him: but you may see the scald Squire will have his jade, though it be but a scabbed one; ●●●his Man hath been found in three or four tales about the unfortunate five shillings. First, he confessed that he paid it to a Broker for the loan of a Cloak for his Master to go twi● to the Court in: Secondly, that he paid it for the hire of two Shirts for his Master, which he had to ride into the Country withal: Thirdly, that he gave it to a Punk for her dividend, which Punk was to have a share in their Rhyming and whistling, and they were to sha●● with her in her come in: Fourthly, that he paid it to a Broom-man, for four pair ●●● Boötes' for his Master, at fifteen pence a pair. Was ever Poor crown so martyred and quartered, amongst Brokers, Knaves, and Whores? But were this all the dust that stuck on ●●● Coat, his man might beat it out of it; you shall find he hath a Father to father his ly● on, which Sire of his (as he saith, sent for him into the Country) I say 'twas the Thief who●●● pardon he was to get. Now says he, whether should I obey my parents, or john Taylor Surely thy Father, Mounsieur, for he hath much need of a son that will Father thee. Nay●●● such a father that gave him a hundred pound at parting, (I hold my life he meant with aspull for a parting blow.) This lie, a man would think, carries some colour with it, did not th●● witless Ass himself discover it to be but a Vizard. For a little before, he writes, Might he●●● have had five pound, he would have stayed his journey. Doth not Esop's plucked Crow look like a Rook now? Ungracious Child, wouldst thou prefer five pound to thy father's blessing? came the hundred pound so unlooked for, that the hope of it was not worth five Surely Gentlemen, (I hope) to avoid this tax, he will in his next edition confess himself the child of the people: and the hundred pound was one of his poetical fictions, for as yet one penny of it was never extant. And believe it, his faith, his father, and the money are alo●● Implicit, never made manifest.  
Imagine, his Father had been able to give him 100 pounds, would he have bound hi● Apprentice to a blind Harper, whose boy he cannot deny but he was, whom the hungry saw●● scroyle almost famished with beguiling him of his victuals? so that the poor musician was fain to shift him off, for his guts were clung in his belly, and Fennor meant to make Ha●● strings of them. But think you if his Father had been of that worth, that he would have suffered him to run over the earth like one of Cain's Imps, that had a Plough tail of his own to tie him to? But you will object a reconcilement upon better fortunes, he is now married and hath a stayed head. He hath called the King master, and the black Guard fellows: heonors change manners, I confess, and that he is adorned, I will not deny; the hundred pound well laid out, shall speak his Father's bounty. At thy return, monsieur Le Fognier, what became of the money? didst thou pay the Hackney man for horse-hire? he pleads not guilty, because h● received no gilt? thou hast but one only part of a Gentleman in thee, and that is, thou wilt p●● no debts: didst thou buy household stuff? Let the Thief speak, who is most familiarly gu●● under colour of a pardon: but thou hold'st it lawful to punish Sinners. Didst thou buy apparel with it? No verily, he pawned his Cloak the next morning of his return. Oh invisible summ●●● what is become of thee? This was a hidden blessing, whose effects are not yet to be seen. T●● one of Erra Pater's predictions, 'tis entailed upon his Issue. But to conclude, if it were lawful for me to examine thee at Staffords Law, I would make thee confess the receipt of ten shillings, the acknowledgement of my bill, the acceptance of thy answer, and thy word and promise for thy meeting me, and that I never received money or message to the contrary. A●● which thou didst confess to me before five Witnesses since thy book was written, when th●●● paidst me my Money: and this and more I could make thee say and swear, or else I would beat thee to mash, and make a Gally-mawfry for Dogs of thee. But I think it time to lea●● Prose, and fall into Verse, for the satisfaction of the Reader, thy shame, and my Fame.  
JOHN TAYLOR   


He gives himself an honest good report,  
And to himself he is beholden for't:  
Tet 'twixt the greatest knave and him, I ween,  
there's thus much odds, A pair of shears between    

Master PENNORS' taking Boate.  

COme fellow Bull-beefe, quick, thrust in the boat,  
Here comes a brave fare in a horsemans' coat;  
●●d in man: Sir, lend me your worship's hand.  
●● the ●eed, t'hath reigned, 'tis slippery Sir to stand.  
●●● sit you down, we have the wind and tide,  
●●● sir, a little on the Starboard side.  
●●● off now: I am glad I have you here,  
●●● Master Fennor (alias) Le Fognier:  
●●●●●● are a far fall'n to my lot divinely,  
●●● you my Boat, and I will trim you finely:  
●●● as I Row, I'll tell you whom I am;  
●●● john Taylor, made your Annagram.   

In defence of the true Annagram I made of William Fennor. Nv Villainy for me.  

THat I thy Annagram did truly finish,  
No letter did I add, or none diminish:  
●●● which Nurse Villainy for me's the same,  
●● Annagram of William Fennor's name.  
●●● thinkest to make thy Reputation stretch,  
●●● out of Normandy thy name wilt fetch:  
●●●●●●● men may see thy folly plain appear,  
●●● wilt (forsooth) be called Le Fognier.  
●●● Fognier, out alas thy wits are fogged;  
●●● but laugh to see thee mired and bogged,  
●●● holla, holla, hobby, hold my fist,  
●●● thee out of this black foggy mist.   

Le Foggnier.  
Annagramma.  
Flying Roge.   

HOw lik'st thou this brave Annagram, 'tis true,  
●●● And every letter in his place, is due:  
●●● for thy further grace shalt have another,  
●● hardly do so much for mine own Brother.   

Le Foggnier.  
Annagramma.  
Forge Lying.   

●●●●●● how I have helped thee at a pinch,  
And Annagramatized thee to an inch:  
The sunshine of my Muse the Fog hath broke,  
And cleared thy Name from out the misty smoke.  
Thou show'st thy plenteous beggary of wit,  
That makest thy Annagram so much unfit;  
Thy Name's but thirteen letters (as I ween)  
And in thy Annagram thou hast fifteen.  
Then William Fennor's Annagrams not such,  
I will fear no man, ' see and A to much:  
I guess (at first) thy Ancestors did keep  
Within some fenny ground, Hodge, Kine, or sheep;  
And living Hogheards, or poor labouring men,  
They took their Names of Fennor; from the Fen.  
And now to write a jest, my Muse doth smile,  
I think thou wast begotten on a style:  
Thy father looking one way, and thy mother,  
For fear of being spied, she looked another;  
And leering sundry ways, kept careful watch,  
Lest any at their business should them catch.  
And that's the reason why thine eyes do roll,  
And squint so in thy, doltish iobbernowle.  
I cry thee mercy, in my other book,  
Thy Coat of Arms I very much mistook.  
As from the Fen at first thou didst survive,  
Thy Scutcheon from the Fen I will derive.  
Mark how I will emblaze thee, I'lbe brief,  
Within a Quagmire-field, two Toads in Chief,  
● A Lope. staff for the bend, I hold it best,  
A pair of Ox horns Rampant, for the Crest,  
Well Mantled with an old Raw tough Cow-hide,  
Thus I my arms divide, and subdivide.  
For calling me a Tailor and a shred,  
A dish not worthy whereon to be fed;  
Can I but Cut, and sow, and steal and stitch  
As well as thou canst lie, I would be rich.  
The Time hath been a Poor- John's scraps would fill  
The hungr● Maw of threadbare Lousy Will.  
Thou hast forgot thou rim'st to me of late  
For sixteen Oysters once at Billingsgate,  
Thou hast forgot I gave thee my old breeches,  
Because thou sung'st & spok'st extrump'ry speeches  
When barley bread and Lamp oil thou didst eat,  
A Poor- john then with thee had been good meat.    

Upon his false Annagram on my name.  

ARt not ashamed to be so false in print,  
Thy Muse is like thine Eyes (sure) all a squint,  
The world may see my name no ● affords,  
And thou hast thrust in two, to make up words;  
O hate rail on, and then rail on O hate,  
Thy wit, I see, is in a desperate state,  
Else thou wouldst never (unto all men's view)  
Declare thy folly, printing things untrue;  
For thine own sake let Annagrams alone,  
Thou canst not make a true one, then make none.    

To him I hold too unworthy to be my foe: William Fenner.  

THou hast looked over, I perceive and seen,  
Th'invective Scourge of my revenging spleen,  
And wisely (as thou dem'st) thou weighest it lightly,  
Thou Graceless, disgrace thou esteemest slightly:  
There's not a bad word in it that is writ,  
But well thou know'st thou hast deserved it;  
And if I thought I owed thee any more,  
I would rail on, till I had paid the score:  
For though my just incensed anger sleep,  
Yet do I keep my Satyrs whip in weep,  
In salt and brine, that to the quick shall scourge  
Thee, or who dares my angry Muse to urge.  
And by your leave Sir, I'll a little ●irke ye,  
And with a milder lash I'll gently jerk ye.  
I will not rail, or rogue thee, or be●slaue thee,  
But I will finely baffle, beard, and brave thee:  
I'll squeeze, & crush, and unto powder pounce thee,  
I'll make thy wits for ever to renounce thee.  
I'll lay thee open, and I will attaint thee,  
And for a pitiful poor scab I'll paint thee.  
I'll nip, and strip, and whip thee out of breath,  
Like Bubenax, I'll rhyme thee unto death.  
Thou sayest my verse is impotent and haut,  
Thou dost accuse me for thy only fault;  
Alack in Rhyme thou canst do naught but cobble,  
Thy crippled Verses up and down do hobble.  
And do so lamely run, and rise, and fall,  
Like maimed Beggars in an Hospital.  
Thou hast no judging, understanding ear,  
Thy Accents and thy Syllables to rear  
Or let them fall: thou botchest many a line,  
That I would shame to father such for mine.  
When a tressillable a verse doth end,  
'Tis harsh, 'tis palty, and it doth offend;  
In a translation I with it would bear,  
But in Invention it offends the ear:  
Thou often end'st thy lines with Memory,  
And then thou answerest that with Pillory,  
And then thou com'st upon me Horribly,  
And in conclusion writ'st solowsily,  
That when thou gett'st'a Poets dignity,  
I'll hang thee of mine own benignity.  
there's many a fault thou makest which I would show  
But that I fear 'twould make thee half a Poet,  
And well I know thou wouldst unthankful be,  
And wouldst deny thou learnedst thy skill of me●.  
I'll therefore leave thee as a plague to time,  
A self-conceited witless Ass in Rhyme.  
I know thy overdaring mind doth dare  
With me and my invention to compare,  
Indeed (by fortune) I some things have done,  
Which many says from better wits did run.  
But let their envious misconceit belie me,  
Nor thee, or they, or any dares to try me.  
But to the purpose, darest thou thus much do,  
Let one man give one Theme betwixt us two,  
And on that Theme let both of us go write,  
And he that best and soon doth indite,  
Give him the praise; and he that is outstripped  
(For his reward) let him be sound whipped,  
To this I dare thee, thou poor Poet Ape  
And I'll behanged if thou a whipping escape.  
Thy Muse (or Mule) can frame some Rhyming not●●  
To borrow shillings, six-pences or Groats  
Of Vintner's boys, and that's the highest strain  
Thy borrowed stolen invention can attain.  
For thine own credit some rare work device,  
Turn into Verse the Chimney-sweepers cries,  
Or work for Tinker, Covers for close stools,  
Then shalt thou be disputed on in Schools,  
And held a brave man, and thy famous Verse  
About the Town thy Patrons will rehearse.  
Besides, I wish thee beg the Monopolly,  
That to thyself thou mayst engross it wholly,  
That none but thee may write the Elegies,  
And Epitaphs of Tyburn Tragedies.  
And so the Hangman's Poet thou shalt be,  
And sometimes have as good a Fee as he:  
No course to thrive is to be counted base,  
And I'll speak for thee thou mayst have the place.  
I muse how Ladies dares to hear thy style,  
'Tis so abominable harsh and vile,  
How canst thou from them any favour win,  
Me thinks thy Rhymes should fret their tender ski●  
For 'tis more rougher than a Russian Bear,  
And rubs and frets, and gauls each gentle ear.  
Thou art the rarest fellow above ground,  
To serve some Costive Lord, that is hard bound,  
Thy rhyming would procure an easy stool,  
That service hath some savour, Goodman fool.  
The Doctors and Apothecaries swears,  
How they will lug thee by the Ass' cares,  
Because thy rhyming now doth purge men more,  
Then all their Art in many years before.  
Thou namest here, for a rabblement of fools,  
Tom Coriat, Archy, and the great Otooles.  
Ass for thyself, a fool I ne'er did take thee,  
Dame Nature at the first (I think) did make the●,  
One compound of two simples, Fool and Knave,  
Who striving in thee which should mastery have  
The crafty knavish part got all the sway,  
And turned the silly harmless Fool away,  
And in thy making Nature's care was chief,  
To fashion thee on purpose for a Thief;  
●●ee turned thine eyes keel upwards, for the nonce,  
That thou mightst see five or six ways at once.  
For why, thou hast an admirable look,  
T●forme a Thief, from windows how to hook  
Apparel, Cushions, Carpet, Ruyg, or Sheet,  
That they withal by hook, or crook, can meet.  
I do not say thou dost this trading use;  
●● therein thou they making dost abuse,  
Is that thou closely follow'st not the trade,  
For which thee & thy thief-like eyes were made.  
When as a great man's house, men flock about thee,  
'tis not to hear thee time, but cause they doubt thee,  
And therefore every one keeps careful watch  
For fear thou shouldst the plate, or somewhat catch:  
Thou thinkest they do applaud when thou hast rhymed,  
And they are fearful that thy fists are limned.  
The Butler's sweat for fear, whilst thou dost prate,  
And double diligently guard their plate.  
Thy beauteous Phisnomy doth this, for which  
Most women fear thee, that thou art a Witch,  
And therefore snatch their children up, and run,  
Toy ominous ill-looking look to shun.  
For if before a judge, thou ever speak,  
Thy very countenance thy neck will break.  
More I could say, and more I could device,  
But that I think I should rhyme out thine eyes:  
It all trades fail, I'd have thee pull them out,  
And I'll procure thee living do not doubt,  
●●● thy nose will put an Iron ring,  
And lead thee up and down the Town to sing,  
To Feasts, and Markets, Wakes, & Sturbridge fair,  
And then to every place with me repair,  
I would advance a fair engrossed bill,  
That in these words should promise wondrous skill.  
Then I, or else my Boy, will beat a Drum,  
If any be desirous for to come,  
At two a clock within the after noon,  
There shall you see an old blind brave Baboon,  
That can put on the humour of an Ass,  
Can come aloft jack, heigh pass and repass;  
That for ingenuous study down can put,  
Old Holdens Camel, or fine Banks his Cut,  
And for his action he eclipseth quite,  
The ●igge of Garlic, or the Punks delight.  
King Ninus motion, or the great tall Dutchman,  
O●th'Elke, or man-Beare baiting was no such man.  
To all your costs he will his wis wits employ,  
To play the second part of England's joy..  
He ' rhyme, and sing well, and if need require,  
Cantell more lies than you would all desire.  
Our Lady Fair, nor yet Saint Bartholomew,  
A motion like to this did never show.  
These things I hope for to employ thee in,  
By which we needs must store of money win.  
I neither hate good counsel, or yet thee,  
But why shouldst thou presume to counsel me.  
I prithee then leave off thy fruitless task,  
No goodness comes from such a musty Cask.    

My Defence against thy Offence.  

HOw proudly thou thy Ancestors dost praise,  
Above the Pleyades, their Fame to raise:  
Was ever seen so vile a paltry Nag,  
So much of his Antiquity to brag.  
As if his Grandam had some Burgess been,  
In Parliament unto the Diamond Queen:  
If I should answer all thy base contention,  
I then should have no room for my invention:  
And therefore famous monsieur Le Foggnier.  
I will but only nip thee here and there:  
According as I see the time and place,  
I will my biting phrases interlace.  
And first (Don Bussard) unto you 'tis known,  
The writing of my play was all mine own:  
And though thou term'st it fopp'ry, like a ●op,  
Into the Hangman's Budget thou wilt drop,  
Before thy muddy Muse (Dame ignorance)  
On a conceit so good, as it shall glance.  
Thou brag'st what fame thou got'st upon the stage,  
Indeed, thou settest the people in a rage,  
In playing England's joy, that every man  
Did judge it worse than that was done at Swan.  
I never saw poor fellow so behist,  
T'applaud thee, few or none lent half a fist:  
Some stinkard's hands, perhaps went pit to pat,  
Who ignorantly liked they knew not what;  
Besides, thou know'st, thou promised in thy Bill,  
In rare extempore to show thy skill.  
When all thou spok'st, thou studiedst had before,  
Thou knowst I know, above a month and more.  
Besides, the best conceits that were in it,  
(Poor Fool) thou hadst them from a better wit,  
Then is thine own, thy beggarly conceit  
Can ne'er have mounted to so high a height.  
Good wine is spilt, in stinking vessels leaking,  
And so good words were marred with thy ill speaking:  
Where like a Scarecrow) or a jack of lent  
Thou stoodst, and gav'st the people small content:  
And yet thy impudence wouldst raise thy fame,  
From out the loathsome Garbage of thy shame.  
Thy little honesty so high thou deemest,  
And more than Thames revennew it esteemest:  
Make much on't, thou art worthy to have more,  
Thou makest such reckoning of so little store.  
Thy honesty is bred within the bone,  
Out of the flesh, I think came never none:  
Thou sayst I called a Christian, Cur, O fie!  
‛ Will Fennor, wilt thou never leave to lie?  
IT was thee I called so, ponder well upon't,  
For I think thou wast never at a Font;  
I wish thee yet thy Baptism to procure,  
Thou canst not be an Anabaptist sure:  
If I should answer every lie and line,  
My book would then be bigger far, then thine.  
Besides, it with my mind doth not agree,  
To paraphrase on thy poor stuff and thee.  
Thou puttest one trick upon me, and a rare one,  
Thou'lt make me under Sculler unto Charon;  
When thou comest to the Devil on a message,  
Then I'll take nothing of thee for thy passage:  
And for my love (than thine) shall not be shorter,  
Thou shalt be Plutees ugly under Porter.  
For Cerberus and thee must needs agree,  
Thy one good face, accommodates his three.  
Thou bid'st me watch and write, and do my worst,  
And sayst, thy Pen and Inkhorn is as cursed.  
I think 'tis cursed indeed, for I protest,  
That neither thee, or them, was never blessed:  
Perhaps thou hast good Paper, Pens and Ink,  
But thy invention (Faugh) how it doth stink.  
Thou bid'st me fall unto my Scull again,  
And hold'st my calling in thy high disdain.  
Know Peasant, if I were a Baron borne,  
Yet I my honest trade would never scorn:  
A Waterman doth get his bread more true,  
Then fifty thousand idle Knaves, like you;  
They cannot rhyme, and coney-catch, and cheat,  
For what they have, they must be sure to sweat.  
And I esteem my labour far more dear,  
Then all thy riming's worth in twenty year:  
I'll carry Whores and Knaves too, for my fee;  
For money, I'll transport thy wife and thee:  
I'll carry any body for my fare,  
We have no power to question what they are.  
My Boat is like unto a Barber's Chair,  
To which both honest men, and Knaves repair:  
No Tradesmen, whatsoever that they be,  
Can get their lining honester than we.  
We labour truly, and we take great pain,  
With hands and feet, we stretch out every vain:  
Thy hands did never work, thou art so nice●●  
Except 'twere in thy Doublet cracking li●●.  
And not to brag, but to our trades great fame,  
The learned Sappho, that admired Dame,  
Who could the Saphicke Verse so rarely write,  
Did wed a Waterman, who Ph●●● hight:  
Besides, eight Kings, in famous Edgar's reign,  
To row with Oars did hold it no disdain:  
But as Records and Chronicles relate,  
They rowed unto the Parliament in State.  
Thou mayst infer these Kings, were captives all:  
Why? are not all men so by Adam's fall.  
Nay more, when water the first world did end,  
The second world did presently descend,  
From the High Admiral of Heaven and Earth,  
The Patriarch Noah, we had second birth:  
He ferried mankind to this world's Lee shore,  
From the bar'd-hauen of the world, before  
Such Landsharkes as thyself, their way did take,  
Down through the Deluge to Cocstus' Lake,  
Where all the comfort the poor Caitiffs found,  
Was this, that all the Gallows were drowned:  
No Authors write, no not the Poet's tales,  
That they loved Cheatry, Porpoises, or Whales.  
One note this History doth more afford,  
That all were damned that scorned to lie aboard,  
No part of this world we inherit can,  
But by our Title from a Waterman.  
Then wrong not us with thy calumnious tongue,  
For from a Waterman we all are Sprung:  
From japhets' joins I well descended am,  
And thou (my cursed Cousin) cam'st from Cham,  
Besides thus much, thy Ignorance may note,  
That all the world may well be called a Boat,  
Tossed on the troublous waves of discontent,  
All subject unto change, unpermanent.  
Our life's the tide, which ever ebbs and flows,  
And to their journey's end all Creatures rows:  
The Soldier with his sword rows up and down,  
And floats in blood sometimes to gain a Crown.  
The Lawyer rows, and makes his tongue his oar,  
And sometimes sets his Client poor ashore.  
But the Divine (of all men) he rows best,  
He brings us safely to the Port of rest:  
He land's us at our everlasting Inn,  
And the tenth penny for his pains doth win.  
Thus Fenner thou may'st see, that Watermen  
Are fare beyond the limits of thy Pen  
To do them wrong; I could speak more of this,  
But that I think enough sufficient is.  
Thou sayst that Poetry descended is  
From poverty, thou tak'st thy marks a miss.  
In spite of weal or woe, or want of pelse,  
It is a Kingdom of content itself.  
A Poet's here or there, or where he please,  
In Heaven, in Air, in Earth, in Hell, or Seas,  
Gods, men, fish, fowl, beasts, and infernal fiends,  
All tributary homage to him sends;  
They're called makers, for they'll undertake  
By Art, of nothing something for to make,  
And though in making, little skill I have,  
Yet could I easily make thee a Knave.  
But there in I should be but thy partaker,  
A Knave thou art, and so art thine own maker.  
In which thou dost most makers much excel,  
For having made thyself so ill, so well.  
And now at thee, once more I'll have a fling,  
Thou fairest thou hadst thy title from the King  
Of rising Poet: I beleene it true.  
What name would best befit thee, well he knew,  
He called thee not a Poet, for devisin  
Or that thou couldst make aught worth memorizing,  
He called thee rhyming Poet, note why 'twas,  
And I will show thy picture in a Glass:  
He gave thy Poetry not Reasons Name;  
●r Rhyme, for he knew well his words to frame.  
Now what a Rhymer is, unto a Poet,  
Because thou know'st it not, I'll make thee know it:  
theyare like Bellringers to Musicians,  
Or base Quacksalvers to Physicians;  
Or as a Zany to a Tumbler is,  
A Rimer's to a Poet such as this;  
And such art thou, or in a worse degree:  
For if a poet should examine thee  
Of Numbers, Figures, Trimeters, Alchaicks,  
●●● metres, Pentameters, Trochaicks,  
●●bicks, Allegorios, and Allusions;  
With Tropes, Similitudes, Types and Conclusions:  
And whosoever chanceth but to look  
●●●●● or th' Arcadi (well writ Book)  
●all find these Rules which I before have named,  
Which makes a Poet's Art for ever famed:  
And in these things, thy knowledge is no more  
Than hath an Ass, a Horse, a Bear, or Bore.  
●hou art the Rump, the tail, or basest part  
Of Poetry thou art the dung of Art.  
Thou art all Rhyme, and void of reason, thou  
●oft dose and shut up lines, no matter how.  
Some men will say, I must a Scholar be,  
●●● these words could never come from me:  
To them I answer; I can English read,  
But further I could never write or plead:  
Those words of Art, I know them every one,  
●nd knowing them, I'll let them all alone;  
Because I do not know well how to use them,  
And by misplacing them, I may abuse them.  
When I a learned word in Verse do plant,  
●●● will be sure to write significant.  
●o much to them, whose hearts will not believe  
●●t that in Poetry I ●●● and theeve.  
●●● dare them all to try me, and lea●●● threatening,  
The proof of pudding's always in the eating:  
Th●● I have told thee, why, wherefore, and how  
●● Majesty did thee that name allow;  
The name of Rhymer carry to thy grave,  
●●ile of Poet, thou shalt never have.  
●●ch well in Turn-bull street, or in Pickt-hatch,  
●ere Shoreditch, or Long, alloy prithee watch,  
And 'mongst the trading females, choose out nine  
To be thy ●●● they will sit thee fine,  
Thy ● make thy rhymes and thee of more account,  
And mount thy same above Parnassus' Mount:  
Thou writ'st a hotchpotch of some forty lines  
About my Play at Hope, and my designs;  
Where men may see thy stock of wit is poor,  
To write of that which I had writ before.  
Thou fill'st thy Book with my invention full,  
And show'st thyself an idle shallow Gull:  
And then thou talk'st & prat'st, and keep'st a Rut,  
And term'st my Muse Melpomenes Tail Gut;  
I wonder where thou didst that phrase procure,  
Thou art beholden to some Tripewife sure.  
When hunger doth provoke thee rhyme and sing,  
That Gut will make thy Muse a Chitterling:  
For thou from tripes, and tayl-guts, & hog's maws,  
Hast won thy greatest credit and applause,  
There's none that eats a Partridge or a Pheasant,  
But takes thee for a foole to make them pleasant,  
I know not if thy wife be he or she,  
If she be honest, she's too good for thee.  
Thou partly offerest me to hold the door,  
If I will make thy Kitchenmaid my whore:  
But prithee hold thy prating, witless Gander,  
Shalt ne'er have honour to become my Pander.  
Thou sayest, I rail, 'tis true, I had decreed  
To give my wronged Muse a purge with speed,  
And (as the fittest vessel) 'twas thy lot,  
To be her foul unworthy Chamber-pot:  
she's well recovered, and the world doth see  
Her filthy excrements remain in thee.  
No black contagious mist her pure light suffers,  
But straight she makes of thee a pair of Snuffers,  
To make her glorious greatness shine more clear,  
And this shall be your office Le Fognicre.  
And now a thought into my mind doth creep,  
How thou a Kitchen or a Maid canst keep:  
I know the time thou wouldst have licked thy chaps  
From out an Almsbasket to get some scraps,  
And hast thou now a Kitchen and large rooms,  
To entritaine fair Lasses, and brave Grooms?  
I see thou art the frugal'st Lad alive,  
And carest not greatly what thou dost to thrive.  
I wrongly called thy Kitchin-seruant, maid;  
No maid can dwell with thee, I am afraid:  
And now a pretty tale I mean to tell;  
Mark it, I pr●thee, for it fits thee well.  
There was a fellow once some faults had done,  
Which fearing hangging did his Country run,  
And coming to the City, full of fear,  
(Nay note my tale, good monsieur Le Fognier)  
In hope to get his pardon, 'twas his chance  
Upon a man, (as might be thee) to glance,  
The poor distressed fellow told his mind,  
And said, If any man would be so kind  
To get his pardon, and to set him f●re,  
He should have threescore angels for his Fee:  
Now he that this man's pardon should procure,  
(To save his own stake, and to make all sure)  
He leaves the Thief in London, and straight went  
And brought a Hoy full of his goods from Kent,  
Then out of hand, this man like thee, called Momus  
Did hire a goodly building called Donius,  
Which this thief's householdstuff did furnish well,  
And there this Gentleman (like thee) doth dwell.  
Now to proceed, the poor unhappy thief  
Is ready still to hang himself with grief:  
For he is cheated of his goods, I wots,  
And knowes●●t when his pardon will be got.  
And 'tis much feared, the Cheater his own self,  
Will work some means to hang him for his pelf.  
How lik'st thou this, is't not a pretty trick?  
But wherefore dost thou chafe, and spurn and kick:  
A guilty conscience feels continual scare,  
And this discourse doth seem to touch thee near:  
Nay, than I will relate another thing,  
Which I suppose will make you wince and fling.  
Upon S. George's day last, Sir, you gave,  
To eight Knights of the Garter (like a Knave)  
Eight Manuscripts (or Books) all fairly writ,  
Informing them they were your Mother wit,  
And you compild them; then were you regarded,  
And for another's wit was well rewarded.  
All this is true, and this I dare maintain,  
The matter came from out a learned brain:  
And poor old Vennor, that plain dealing man,  
Who acted England's joy first at the Swan,  
Paid eight crowns for the writing of these things,  
Besides the covers, and the silken strings:  
Which money back he never yet received,  
So the deceiver is by thee deceived.  
First, by those Books thou stolest a good report,  
And waste accounted a rare man in Court:  
Next, thou didst much abuse those Noblemen,  
And kill'dst their bounty, from a Poets Pen.  
And thirdly, thou a Poet didst beguile,  
To make thyself the Author of his style.  
And last, thou showst thy cheating good and evil,  
Beguiling him, that could beguile the Devil.  
Thou highly hast provoked the Muse's fury,  
Twelne Poets are empaneld for thy jury;  
Then William Fennor, stand unto the Bar,  
Hold up thy hand, herd thy accusers are:  
Art guilty or not guilty of those crimes  
Thou art accused, thoust stole five thousand rhymes,  
From But ends of old Ballads, and whole books,  
What sayest thou for thyself; hold up thy looks?  
He falters, and his words are all unsteady,  
Poor fellow looks as he were hanged already,  
His silence doth affirm these things are true,  
And therefore let the Bench in order due  
Give sentence, that within a hempen string  
He at S. Thomas Wat'rings may go swing;  
And for heliued the wonder of our time,  
Do him this honour, hang him up in rhyme.  
A Sirrah, is the matter fall'n out so,  
Must thou Extemp'ry to the Gallows go,  
For old atquaintance, e'er thou breathe thy last,  
I o'er the Water will give thee A Cast  
And till the halter give thy neck a wrench,  
Thou shalt have time and space in the King's Bench,  
To Con and fez, and to repent thy fill,  
And to dispose thy goods, and make thy will:  
Which being done, and thou well hanged and dead,  
This Epitaph upon thy grave I'll spread,  
That passers by may read, and reading see  
How much thou art beholden unto me.    

Epitaph.  

HE that could always lie, doth lie  
Six foot below thy feet:  
Of any colours he could dye  
His lies, to make them meet.  
In lies untrue he spent his youth,  
And truly dead, lies here in truth.   

HOw sayest thou Fennor, is not all this worth  
Thy hearty thanks, which I have here set forth  
If not, thou show'st thyself the more ingrateful,  
Which vice, is to the very Devil hateful.  
Thou didst belie me when thou saidst I threat thee,  
For rather than I would do so, I'd beat thee:  
And 'twere the easier task of both by half,  
But who will foul his fists on such a Calf;  
A Calf said I, for age thou dost appear  
To be a Bull, of Ox, thou'rt passed a Steere.  
Thou liest again, accusing me of Grief,  
Because thou go●st a pardon for a Thief.  
Why should I grieve at that was never done,  
The pardon yet I'm sure thou hast not won,  
The poor man he hath cause to grieve enough,  
For being Cheated of his household stuff,  
Thou bragg●st and prat'st how charity and love.  
Of mankind, only did thy pity move,  
And not desire of silver for thy pain  
Did make thee seek his pardon to attain.  
And then (as if thou wert devoured with zeal)  
Thy false hippocras thou dost reveal.  
In our Contentious writing 'tis unfit  
That any word of Scripture should be writ,  
The name of God is to be feared with trembling,  
And thou makest it a Cloak for thy dissembling;  
Shall Rascal Rhymes, profane unhallowed things,  
Bysext with flaming the great King of Kings.  
The only one in three, and three in one;  
Let him and all his Attributes alone.  
Thou sayest before that I should hanged be,  
How thou a pardon wouldst procure for me.  
●●● it come to that, I'll end the strife,  
●●● before I'll thank thee for my life:  
●●● thy gilded of conscience wondrcus great ●s;  
●●● thou wouldst ne'er write thy repenting treatis,  
●●ing me to patience and forgive,  
●●● shows thou some abuse to me didst give,  
●●● make me cry Vindicta, and requite  
●●● wrongs, before all misconceivers fight.  
●●● for my Arth's thoust given me quit for que.  
●●ou must to Tyburn, I to Wapping go,  
●●● I have gotten a Reprieve, and can  
●●● myself to be an honest man.  
●● Muse for thee a Habeus Corpus brings,  
●● Tyburn to Saint Thomus Water.    

An Epilogue.  

stowed thee I had worse rods in piss,  
Thou findest it true, and I have worse than this,  
●●c on occasion I will freely utter,  
●● thou but dare against me for to mutter:  
●●● three days thou didst write that book of thine,  
Thou sayest, and I in fourteen hours did mine.  
●or I would have thee well to understand,  
●●● have by water and by land,  
●● service and occasions me incites  
To write by snatches, and by spurts a nights.  
That if my business were but overpassed,  
The writing such another, I durst fast  
●●m sleep or sustenance of meat or drink,  
And such a task would famish thee I think,  
bifor a wager will be locked up,  
And no relief will either bite or sup,  
Until as much as this my muse device,  
And scarcely be an hungered when I rise.  
Then for thine own sake (Poet Pedlar) cease,  
Or bind my sharp fanged Muse unto the peace:  
For thou mayst swear, & keep thy conscience clear  
That of thy life thou livest in mighty fear.  
●●● I make thee desperate, thine own breath bereave,  
●y which, the Hangman thou wilt much deceive.  
Thus do I leave my lines to all men's view,  
To judge if I have paid thee not thy due.  
To write of thee again, my Muse hath ceased,  
●●● is enough, enough's a feast.  
I know thy lying Chaps are stopped for ever,  
That all thy study and thy best endeavour,  
Nor fifty more such shallow brains as thine,  
Can answer this one little book of mine.  
But if thou dost, I know 'twill be so lame,  
A wise man will not read it o'er for shame,  
And therefore Fennor gnaw upon this bone,  
What next I writ, shall better be or none.    

Tailor's defence of the honesty of his Blew-Bitch.  

NOw Fennor once more I'll give thee a twitch  
For hunting hotly after my Blue Bitch:  
Beware she doth not tear thee by the throat.  
She's neither Salt nor hot, I'd hau● thee know ●●.  
Thou (like a Hound) perhaps mayst lick her tail,  
But further all thy wits cannot prevail:  
I wish thee from thy Kennel ●●● to roam,  
But for thine own tooth keep thy Brach at home.  
My Bitch will bite thee sorely, I am sure.  
And where she fangs, 'tis commonly passed enre,  
At honest men she ' I never cry ●●●,  
But she will snarl, and snap such knaves as thou.  
As for my Cod let her be uped and ripped,  
Let her be searched to see what she hath shipped,  
And nothing in her all the world can see,  
But sharp Satyric whips to torture thee.    

His Landing.  

NOw here I land th●●● S. Mary ●●●●●,  
I think not for your worship's wont bawdries  
I know your business is not for a wench,  
The Tipstaffe tells me you are for the Bench,  
Where you may feed your Muse on Carrat rootea,  
And lie a bed, borrow no shoes or boots,  
And live within the ruses, a good thing truly,  
For such a man as you that live unruly:  
Farewell, and yet I'll visit you again,  
When in a Rugg you Clanior at the Chain.  
And once again when it falls to your lot,  
Below your ear to wear the pendant ●●not.  
Mean space because you are a merry Greek,  
I'll send thee bread and pottage thrice a week.      

The praise of clean Linen. WITH THE COMMENDABLE USE OF THE LAUNDRES.  

DEDICATED TO THE MOST MONDIFYING, CLARIFYING, PURIFYING, AND REPURIFYING, CLEANSER, Clearer, and Reformer of deformed and polluted Linen, Martha Legge Esquiresse, transparent, unspotted, Snow Lily-white Laundress to the Right worshipful and generous the Inns of Court, of the middle Temple, with diverse others in the rank of Nobility, Gentility, and tranquillity: your poor and unknown Poetical Orator JOHN TAYLOR, in humility and ●●●, crane's your Patronages ability, in defence of his imbecility.  
MOst cleanly and professed Antagonist to vermin, dirt, and filth, ●●● Dragmatus the Diagotian Stigmatist very worthily wrote in hi●● Treatise of the Antiquity of Shapparoones and careless Band● Rushtoy ton tumeron smolensco whish wherlibumque. Which is in English, That to conserve and keep clean, is as much or more than to make clean: and I know by long experience that your pains and industry not only makes our polluted Linen clean, but also to conserve and preserve ●● in that neatness and purity as is correspondent for our health and wholesomeness: upon these grateful considerations. I have presumed to consecrate these unpolished lines to your unspotted Cleanliness) not doubting but the lathering suds of your lennitie, will wash away all such faults as are not herein committe●● through want of ignorance; and with the white Starch of your firm constancy, you will stiffen the weakness of my feeble and limber, labours, that it may be able to stand like a stout, Mastiff Dog, against the opposition of all detracting Nungerels; I have in this ensuing volume, set forth the praise and commendations of Clean Linen, with the honourable pains of the Laundress; which word Laundres I find to be both unfitting and derogatory to your comely, commendable, laudable, neat, sweet and seemly calling; for the Anagram of Laundre.  
SLAWNDER, which name or Epithet is half a slawnder to your suri●●● for to be a Laundres, imports only to wash or dress Lawn, which is as ●●●● impeachment as to call a justice of the Peace, a Beadle; a Dyer, a Scaldragge; or ●●●●●nger, a seller of Gubbins. No, my most laborious and purifying Patro●●● your glory shall no longer be Eclipsed, to be termed a bare Lawndres, or a ●●●● of Lawn, but a Hollandresse, Tiffanie-dresse, Laundress, Lockrumdresse, ●●wlesdresse, Callicute and Canuas-dresse, which in the total is a Linnendresse, ●●●● you are the only Linen Armouresse, Cap. a pea from the declination of the ●●● to the exaltation of the Nightcap, and from the lofty Quoyse, to the lowly beloved Smockeskirt; and herein I am struck into admiration, at the vn●●●● alour, that championlike doth accompany and constantly defend ●our chastity; For you dare in a morning to enter a Gentleman's chamber, to ●●ppe him out of his foul shirt in his bed, to have him at your bare and naked ●●●● and then like a virtuous victor, in pity and commiseration, you put a ●●●● shirt on his back, leaving him in a clearer and fare sweeter case than you ●ound him; no doubt but such objects are provocatory temptations to frail ●●● and blood: but as I said before, your courage and constancy always brings ●●● fairly off and on, though thousands weaker vessels of ●●●alitie would be ●●'d in these unbloody bicker. As for your good Husband, who is Legge ●●● name, my poor Muse makes a leg in courtesy to him and you both. Some ●●● Coxcombs in Wit and judgement will term him a Cobbler, whilst ●ood manors entitles him a Translator. When I think upon the sympathy and ●●● pondancie of both your qualities, I approve Fortune for a wise cunning woman in clapping such a coniuriction together; for he is a mender, and you ●●● a mundifier or to speak truth, you are both menders, and God knows how ●●any will be hanged before they will mend: your Ar● is to keep our bodies ,sweet and clean, and his Trade is to set our wicked and crooked soles right and ●right; he is a firm and stableman, and waxeth much oftener than he wanes; ●●● workers seldom above the leg, which shows the true love that he bears ●●●his Name and ●●● Legs are of much more antiquity than Linen, in agard ●whereof●●●●●●●● being of the younger ●●● doth good service many ●●●● between the Legs and you and your husband may by name and na●●re, very Poe●●●ly make an Herameter; Legs are the supporters and por●●● that uphold and carry man, fowl, and beast. A good Leg is a great grace ●●●● dis●●●●●y ess●●● in the ●●●●e, and not too much spindled in the small, ●●●my noble Translator knows that a Boot is an armour for a good Leg, and ●●● or ●●● for a bad; to which acknowledgement many a Gentleman V●●● will say Probatumest: of all parts of the Body the Leg bears the prick ●●●●●●● It is embroidered with Veins, inlaid with Arteries, enchased with Nerves, interlaced with Muscles, enamelled with Sinews, interwoven with Membranes, intermixed with Tenons, embossed with Ankles, having a Neat Fo●● for a man, and five Toes for Pages to attend it. More for the honour of Legs ●●● what is better meat than the Legs of Beife, Mutton, Lamb, Pork, Capon ●●● Turkey, Goose or Woodcock? Nay, there is such virtue in them, that any reasonable Cook with a Stools Leg (and something else) will make good broths To finish my prolixious short, brief, and tedious dedication, I wish that yo● and your Husband in conjugal combination, in the way of Procreation, ma●● multiply and make Legs, which is a part of good Manners and Courtesie●● whereof these unmannerly times is almost barren. Thus referring myself and my labours to be accepted and censured according to the purity and integ●●● of both your reforming functions, with my prayers for the clean amendment of all foulers of Linen, and the reforming of all bad Legs, for the better supportation of Washers, Starchers and Translator: I remain,  
He whose sinful shirt lies humbly at the mercy of your washing Bowl●  
JOHN TAYLOR.   

The praise of Clean Linen.  

MY Muse no tidings brings from Prester john,  
Not from the ●●● or the Torrid Zon●:  
She hath not searched ●●●●●●●●●●  
Nor foraged over Affrisks-scorched grounds●  
For this here under wr●t I travelled not  
Unto the Welsh the Irish, or the Soo●:  
To Town nor City did I make re●●ine  
Nor did I buy in Market or in Fair  
This Linen treasure, but is B●●●●●●●  
Where (cares except) ●●● fellow had I none.  
My drowsy Muse awaked, and strait she meets  
This well-beloved subject, 'twixt ●●heet●.  
Yet though not fare my Mnse for it did room,  
I did accept it when she brought it home,  
And taking pen in hand, ●●gan to write,  
What you may read, and reading take delight.  
And O sweet Linen, humbly I implore,  
(Though of thee I have no 〈…〉 store)  
Yet for I am thy servant ●● this time,  
And with my Muse attend thee with my rhyme,  
Ass●●● thy Poet, never let him lack  
A comely, cleanly shirt unto his back.  
Clean Linen it my Mist ●●● and my Themes  
Flower, like an overflowing plenceous stream,  
But first I will discover what I mean,  
By this same seemly word, which men call Clean●●  
As Titan's light's offensive to the Owl●●,  
So, Clean● is opposite to what is s●●●  
Yet (in the air) some flying Fowl there are,  
Which ta'en, and cleanly drest●are Fowl clean ●●●  
But ●●●ly dressed, when it is fairly taken:  
Foule is that Fowl, a foul ill take that Cook.  
But to the word called Clean, it is allotted,  
The admirable Epithet Unspotted,  
From whence all soiled pollutions is exiled,  
And therefore Cleans is called undesiled:  
'Tis ●●● clarinet 'tis mundsfied,  
And from impurity is purisied.  
But to be truly Clean is such a state,  
As ●●● the Noble name imm●ealate:  
And I wish all mankind the grace might win,  
To be (as here I mean) all Clean within.  
As 'tis ●● grace ● man ● man to be,  
If ●●●ard for ●●d wan● inward honesty:  
So Linnes if with (Clean) it be not graced,  
'Tis noy some, ●●●●●, and it gives distaste.  
As ●●● than or woman doth adorn,  
So (Clean) is Linnen● virtue; and is worn  
For pleasure, profit, and for ornament,  
Throughout the Wo●●●s most spacious continent.  
Much more of this word (Clean) might here be  
But tediousness is enemy to wit,  
Cleane ●●●men now my verse deseends to thee,  
Thou that preordinsted wert to be,  
Our Corpse first Cover, at our naked birth:  
And our last garment when we turn to Earth.  
●●● all men Clean Linen should espy,  
● Moment's of mortality:  
●●● a Sheet unto the greatest State,  
●● Alp●● and Omega of his fate.  
●● our birth's Clean Linen doth attend us,  
●●h it all our whole life's race befriend us;  
●●●, at home, in Church or Commonwealth,  
●●●, or board, in sickness and in health.  
●●● forth the Church's purity,  
●●●potlesse Doctrine, and integrity:  
●● State Angelical, white innocence,  
●●●●●●sing love, and bright magnificence.  
●●e for Linen do the Church forsake,  
●●doe a Surplice for a Bug-bear● take.  
●●alwayes to the Church I bring mine ears,  
●●●eyes to hot what robes Churchmen wears:  
●●● from the Church, let us return but home.  
●●●●●●●● there the cloth is said against you come:  
●●●●●ging hunger make the Stomach wroth,  
●● half assuaged by laying of the Cloth.  
●●● in the wars of eating 'tis the use,  
●●● Table of cloth is hunger's flag of Truce:  
●●● in the fight the Napkins are your friends,  
●●● wait upon you, at your finger's ends.  
●●● Dinner and your Supper overpassed,  
●●● linen in your beds, you are embraced,  
●●●●, 'twixt the sheets refreshing rest you take,  
●●turne from side to side, and sleep and wake:  
●●re the sheets in every Christian Nation  
●● walls or limits of our generation,  
●●● where desire, and love, combined meets,  
●●● there's brave doings 'twixt a pair of sheets:  
●●● where a Harlot's lust doth entertain,  
●●here one sheets penance, bides the shames of twain:  
●●● all degrees my counsel here is such  
●●● of the lower sheet, take not too much.  
●●● from our beds we do oft cast our eyes,  
●●Linnen yields a shirt before we rise,  
Which is a garment shisting in condition,  
●●nd in the Canting tongue is a Commission:  
●●●●eale, or woe, in joy or dangerous drifts,  
●●● will put a man unto his shifts.  
●●vnto it belongs this fatal lot,  
●●● makes him shift that hath, or hath it not.  
●●he man that hath a shirt doth shift and change,  
●●he that, hath no shirt doth shift and range,  
●●● the conclusion of this point must fall,  
●●● shifteth most that doth not shift at all.  
●●, a shirt most magically can  
●● if it's owner be an honest man:  
●●he washing will his honesty bewray,  
●●● the less soap will wash his shirt they say.  
●●● men Cleans shirts at such esteem do prize,  
●●● the poorest thief, who at the gallows dies,  
●●● but his shirt is clean, his mind is eased,  
●●● hangs the handsomer, and better pleased.  
Next at the smock I needs must have a s●irt,  
(Which is indeed the sister to a shirt)  
'Tis many a females Linen tenement,  
Whilst 'twixt the quarters she receives her rent.  
A Smock's her store-house, or her warehouse rather,  
Where she her come in doth take and gather.  
Her gains by it are more than can be told,  
'Tis her revenue, and her copyhold,  
Her own fee simple, she alone hath power,  
To let and set at pleasure every hour,  
'Tis a commodity that gives no day,  
'Tis taken up, and yet yields ready pay.  
But for most other wares, a man shall be  
Allowed for payment days three months and three.  
Yet hath a Smock this great pre-eminence,  
(Where honour mixed with modest innocence)  
It is the Robe of married chastity,  
The veil of Heauen-beloued Virginity,  
The chaste concealment of those fruits close hidden,  
Which to unchaste affections are forbidden;  
It is the Casket or the Cabinet,  
Where Nature hath her chiefest jewels set:  
For whatsoever men toil for, fare and ne'er,  
By sea or land, with danger, cost, and fear,  
War's wrinkled brow, & the smooth face of peace  
Are both to serve the smock, and its increase.  
The greatest Kings, and wisest Counselors,  
Stout Soldiers, and most sage Philosophers,  
The welthieft Merchants, and Artificers,  
Pleibeians, and Plow-toyling labourers,  
All these degrees, and more have wooed and prayed,  
And always to the smock their tributes paid.  
Besides, 'tis taken for a favour great,  
(When one his mistress kindly doth entreat)  
He holds these words as jewels dropped from her.  
You first shall do as doth my Smock sweet Sir.  
This Theme of smock is very large and wide,  
And might (in verse) be further amplifide:  
But I think best a speedy end to make,  
Lest for a smel-smocke some should me mistake:  
I first began it with a flirt or flout,  
And ending, with a mock, I will go out.  
The Anagram of SMOCK I find is MOCKS,  
And I conclude a pox of all straight smocks.  
Now up aloft I mount unto the Ruff,  
Which into foolish mortals pride doth puss:  
Yet Ruffs antiquity is here but small,  
Within this eighty years, not one at all,  
For the eighth Henry, (as I understand)  
Was the first King that ever wore a Band,  
And but a falling Band, plain with a hem,  
All other people knew no use of them,  
Yet imitation in small time began,  
To grow, that it the Kingdom overran:  
The little falling-bands encreaced to Ruffs,  
Ruffs (growing great) were waited on by Cuffs,  
And though our frailties should awake our care,  
We make our Ruffs as careless as we are:  
Our Ruffs unto our faults compare I may,  
Both careless, and grown greater every day.  
A Spaniards Ruff in follio, large and wide,  
Is th'abstract of ambitions boundless pride.  
For roundness 'tis the Emblem, as you see,  
Of the terrestrial Globes rotundity,  
And all the world is like a Ruff to Spain,  
Which doth encircle his aspiring brain,  
And his unbounded pride doth still persist,  
To have it set, and poked as he list.  
The sets to Organ-pipes, compare I can,  
Becausethey do offend the Paritan,  
Whose zeal doth call it superstition,  
And Badges of the Beast of Babylon.  
Ruffs only at the first were in request,  
With such as of ability were best:  
But now the plain, the stitched, the laced, and shag,  
Àre at all prices worn by tag, and Rag.  
So Spain (who all the world would wear) shall see,  
Like Ruffs, the world from him shall seat'red be.  
As for the Cuff 'tis prettily encreaced,  
(Since it began, two hand fulls at the left)  
At first 'twas but a girdle foe the wrist,  
Or a small circle to enclose the fist.  
Which hath by little and by little crept,  
And from the wrist unto the elbow leapt,  
Which doth resemble sawey persons well:  
For give a Knave an inch, he'll take an ell.  
Ruffs are to Cuffs, as 'twere the breading mothers,  
And Cuffs are twins in pride, or two proud brothers.  
So to conclude, Pride wears them for abuse,  
Humalitie, for ornament and use,  
A Nightcap is a garment of high state,  
Which in captivity doth captines ●  
The brain, the reason, wit, and sense and all,  
And every night doth bear sway capital.  
And as the horn above the head is worn,  
So is the Nightcap worn above the horn,  
And is a Sconce or Block-house for the head,  
Wherein much matter is considered,  
And therefore (when too much we suck the tap)  
'Tis truly called a considering Cap.  
By day it waits on Agues, Pleurisies,  
Consumptions and all other maladies,  
A day worn Nightcap, in our Commonwealth,  
Doth show the wearer is not well in health:  
Yet some men's folly makes my muse so smile,  
When for a kibed heel, broken shin, or bile,  
Seabed hams, cut fingers, or a little s●ar●  
A● royne Bumpe, or a Goose from Winchester,  
When I see Nightcaps worn for these poor uses,  
It makes my worship laugh at their abuses.  
Thus is a Nightcap most officious,  
A Captain, Captrous, and Capricious,  
And though unmarried young men may forbear ●●●  
Yet age, and wedlock makes a man to wear it.  
A Handkerchief may well be called in brief,  
Both a perpetual lecher, and a thief,  
About the lips its kissing, good and ill,  
Or else 'tis diving in the pocket still,  
As fare as from the pocket to the mouth,  
So is its pilgrimage with age or youth.  
At Christining-banquets and at funerals,  
At weddings (Comfit-maker's festivals)  
A Handkerchief doth filch most manifold,  
And shark and steal as much as it can hold.  
'Tis soft, and gentle, yet this I admire at,  
At sweet meats 'tis a tyrant, and a pirate.  
Moreover 'tis a Handkerchiefs high place,  
To be a Scavenger unto the face,  
To cleanse it clean from sweat and excrements,  
Which (not avoided) were unsavoury scents;  
And in our griefs it is a trusty friend,  
For in our sorrow it doth comfort lend:  
It doth partake our sighs, our plaints and fears,  
Receives our sobs, and wipes away our tears.  
Thus of our good and bad it bears a share,  
A friend in mirth a comforter in care.  
Yet I have often known unto my cost,  
A Handkerchief is quickly found, and lost.  
Like love where true affection hath no ground,  
So is it slightly lost, and lightly found;  
But be it ten times lost, this right I'll do it,  
The fault is his or hers that should look to it.  
Should I of every sort of Linen write,  
That serves us at our need, both day and night,  
Days, months and years, I in this Theme might spend  
And in my life time scarcely make an end.  
Let it suffice that when 'tis fretted out,  
And that a cloth is worn into a clout,  
Which though it be but thin and poor in shape,  
A Surgeon into lint the same will scrape,  
Or rolls, or bolsters, or with plaster spread,  
To dress and cure, all hurts from heel to head,  
For gangrenes, ulcers, or for wounds new hacked,  
For cuts, and flashes, and for Coxcombs cracked.  
Thus many a Gallant that dares stab and swagges,  
And against a justice lift his fist or dagger:  
And being mad perhaps, and hot potshot,  
A crazed Crown or broken-pate both got;  
Then over him old Linen dominceres,  
And (spite of steeths) it clouts him 'bout the cares,  
Thus new or old, it hath these good effects,  
To cure our hurts, or cover our defects:  
And when itself's past help, with age and rending,  
Quite past self mending, 'tis our means of mending.  
The flint and steel will strike bright sparkling fire.  
But how can we have fire at our desire,  
Except old Linen be to tinder burned,  
Which by the steel and flint to fire is turned?  
●●● all clean Linen that a Laundress washes,  
●●● Muse hath worn to clouts, or turned to ashes.  
●nd there's the end on't. Now I must pursue,  
The old consumed) how to purchase new.  
●ow of the lovely Laundress, whose clean trade,  
●●th' only cause that linen's cleanly made:  
●●ing is on two extremes relying,  
●●● ever wetting, or she's ever drying.  
●●● all men die to live, and live to dye,  
●●● doth she dry to wash, and wash to dry.  
●●● runs like Luna in her circled sphere,  
●●● perpetual motion she doth steer.  
●●● course in compass round and endless still,  
Such like a horse that labours in a mill:  
●o show more plain how she her work doth, frame,  
●●● Lianen's foul e'er she doth wash the same:  
●●● washing further in her course she marches,  
●●● wrings, she folds she pleits, she smooths, she starches  
●●● stiffens, poakes, and sets and dries again,  
●nd folds: thus end of pain gins her pain.  
●●d like a whirligig or lenten Top,  
●●a most plenteous spring, that still doth drop.  
●●● Sods unto the Sea I may compare,  
The Reak or smock, the wind; the fishes Linen are,  
●he Laundress fishes, foaming froth doth lighten,  
●he whilst her tongue doth thunder & affrighten,  
The total is a tempest full of chiding,  
That no man in the house hath quiet by ding.  
●●● Laundresses are resty and full of wroth,  
●hen they are lathering in their bumble broth,  
●●● can I blame them, though they brawl & talk,  
●en there have nought to do, they may go walk:  
●●● commonly their work this profit brings,  
The goodwife washeth, and her husband wrings.  
●●● though my verse thus merrily doth stray,  
●●● give the Laundress still her due I pray:  
What were the painful Spinner, or the Weaver,  
●●● for her labour, and her good endeavour,  
What were the function of the Linen Draperye,  
●●● Sempster's admirable skill in Naperye?  
They all might turn and wind, and live by loss,  
●●● that the Laundress gives their work a gloss,  
●●● that we use to wear, 'tis plain,  
The Laundress labour gives it grace and gain,  
Without her 'tis most loathsome in distaste,  
●nd only by her pains and toil 'tis graced,  
●●● is the ornamental Instrument,  
That makes it tasteful to the sight and scent:  
●●● you man-monsters, monstrous Linen soylers,  
●●● Shirt polluting tyrants, you sheets spoilers,  
●●tious rude Ruffe-rending raggamentoyes  
●●● tragma Troynovantoyes  
Remember that your Lanndresse pains is great,  
Whose labours only keep you sweet and neat:  
Consider this, that here is writ, or said,  
And pay her, (not as was the Sculler paid)  
Call not your Laundress flut or slabb'ring quean,  
It is her slabb'ring that doth keep thee clean,  
Nor call her not Drye-washer in disgrace,  
For fear she cast the suddes into thy face:  
By her thy linen's sweet and cleanly dressed,  
Else thou wouldst stink above ground like a beast.  
There is a bird which men Kings fisher call,  
Which in foul weather hath no joy at all,  
Or scarce abroad into the air doth peep,  
But in her melancholy nest doth keep:  
Till Tyians' glory from the burnished East,  
Rich Bridegroome-like in gold and purple dressed,  
Guilds, and enamels mountains, woods, and hills,  
And the rotundious Globe with splendour fills,  
In these brave Buksome merry Haltion days,  
Then this most bewtcou● bird her plumes displays:  
So doth a Laundress, when the Sun doth hide  
His head, when skies weep rain and thunder chide,  
When pouting, lowering, slavering sleet & snow,  
From foggy Austers blustering jaws doth blow,  
Then she in moody melancholy sits,  
And sighing, vents her grief by girds and sits:  
Her liquid Linen piteous pickled lies,  
For which she lours and powts as doth the skies,  
But when bright Phoebus makes Aurora blush,  
And robes the welkin with a purple flush,  
When mourning clouds have wasted all their tears,  
And welcome weather fair and dry appears,  
Then to the hedge amain the Laundress ambles,  
In weeds of penance clothing briers and brambles,  
Like a Commandress, using martial Laws,  
She strikes, she poakes and thrusts, she hangs and draws,  
She stiffens stiffly, she both opes and shuts,  
She sets, and out she pulls, and in she puts.  
Not caring much if wind blow low or hie,  
Whilst drunkards thirst for drink, she thirsts to dry.  
Thus having showed the Laundress praise and pain,  
How end of work gins her work again:  
I hope amongst them they will all conclude,  
Not to requite me with ingratitude:  
But as an Act they'll friendly have decreed,  
I ne'er shall want Clean Linen at my need.  
Whilst to their own contentments I commend them,  
And wish fair drying weather may attend them.  
If thankfully you take this work of mine,  
Hereafter I will cause the muses nine,  
To help me add, to what seems here diminished,  
So Vale Tot●, here my Book is FINISHED.    

The principal occasions why this merry Poem was written.  
IT was at that time that the world's terror, and wars Thunderbolt Allaricke King of the Goths wasted Italy, sacked Rome, and stooke all the Kingdoms of the earth into a Fevertertian, when there was inhabiting in the Dukedom of Tuscanye a valiant Captain named Catso, descended from the Royal house of Frigus the first King of the Fridgians. This Catso being driven to his shifts in these robustuous bicker of the Goths, fled for safety to the I'll of Sardinia, where for his good parts and free behaviour, he was entertained by the most beautiful Madam Meretricia, the delightful daughter and sole heir of Baloclitus King of Sardis, yet although his place was chief Gentleman of the Bid-Chamber, his high pitched resolution was elevated and erected, for travel and hotter services: So (with much grief to the Lady) he took his leave, and sailing through the straits of Gibraltar, and the gulf of Madye Lane, he passed the Cape Bona Esperance, as fare as China, where he stayed certain days at jappan: then he determined to progress it by land, and passing by the great City of Tarsus in Idumea, by long journeys he came to Gallicia, where ne'er to Greyne he was in hot service, and came off somewhat scorched, with fire works in a mine: passing from thence he came into France where he was well welcomed at Breast, and at the Town of Deipe, was made great provision for his coming; but for some reasons he would never come there: In brief, after he had approved himself a hot, valiant, and adventurous Soldier abroad, and a peacemaker a●●● home, he came into Ireland, where at Double he was struck lame; but recovering ne● strength and courage, he sniped himself fo● England, landed at West-Chester, whence taking pofte towards London, he lodged at ●●● ley in the hole, in his way, at last being come to the City, he made many merry and mad vageries betwixt Turnbull-street and Burnt-wood spending freely, and faring deliciously; having a stiff stomach to digest all dishes, except Winchester Geese, and Newmarket Turkey's ●●● thus with much danger and difficulty having traveled farther than ever man saw, and passed his time with much love amongst Ladies and Gentlewomen, having been a great with slander of many desperate oppositions, and ●●● rare Musician for his long practice in Pricksong. He again past the Sea in a Frigget to Constantinople, where he fell into a moody melancholy (like Timon of Athens) and scorned to stand at any time, although he was charged in the name of the Grand Signior. This Gallant having been all his time a great user, wearer, and taker up of Nappery, did most bountifully bequeath to any Poet that would write a Poem in the praise of Clean Linen, as many shirts of the purest Holland as might be washed in Helicon, and dried on the two topped hill of Parnassus. To perform whose command, and receive the bequeathed Legacy, I undertook this great task, and performed it accordingly.   
FINIS.   

THE TRUE CAUSE OF THE WATERMAN'S Suit concerning Players, and the reasons that their Playing on London side is their extreme hindrances. With a Relation how fare that suit was proceeded in, and the occasions that it was not effected.  
THe occasions that hath moved me to write this Pamphlet are many, and forcible, and the Attempt in wriring it adventurous and full of danger, for as on the one side I doubt not but with truth to stop the mouths of Ignorance and Malice that have and do daily scandalise me (and withal I know I shall purchase a general thankes from all honest men of my Company) so I am assured to gain the hatred of some that love me well, and I affect them no worse, only for my plain truth and discharging my conscience: But fall back, fall edge, come what can come, I am resolved and without fear or flattery, thus I begin.  
In the month of january last 1613. there was a motion made by some of the better sort of the company of Watermen, that it were necessary for the relief of such a decayed multitude to petition to his Majesty, that the Players might not have a playhouse in London or in Middlesex, within four miles of the City on that side of the Thames. Now this request may seem harsh and not well to be digested by the Players and their Apendixes. But the reasons that moved us unto it, being claritably considered, makes the suit not only seem reasonable, but past seeming most necessary to be sued for, and tolerable to be granted.  
Out petition being written to purpose aforesaid, I was selected by my company to deliver it to his Majesty and follow the business, which I did with that care and integrity, that I am assured none can justly tax me with the contrary. I did ride twice to Theobalds', once to Newmarket, and twice to Roystone, before I could get a reference upon my petition. I had to bear my charge, of my company first and last, seven pound two shillings, which horshire, horse meat, and man's meat brought to a consumption; beside I wrote several petitions to most of the Right Honourable Lords of his Majesty's Privy Counsel, and I found them all compassionately affected to the necessity of our cause.  
First, I did briefly declare part of the services that Watermen had done in Queen Elizabeth's reign, of famous memory, in the voyage to Portugal, with the Right Honourable and never to be forgotten Earl of Essex; then after that, how it pleased God (in that great deliverance in the year 1588.) to make Watermen good serviceable instruments, with their loss of lives and limbs to defend their Prince and Country. Moreover, many of them served with Sir Francis Drake, Sir john Hawkins, Sir Martin Frobusher, and others: besides in Cales action, the Island voyage, in Ireland, in the Lowcuntryes, and in the narrow Seas they have been, (as in duty they are bound) at continual command, so that every Summer 1500. or 2000 of them were employed to the places aforesaid, having but nine shillings four pence the month a piece for their pay, and yet were they able then to set themselves out like men, with shift of Apparel, linen and woollen, and forbear charging of their Prince for their pay sometimes six months, nine months, twelve months, sometimes more, for then there were so few Watermen and the one half of them being at Sea, those that stayed at home had as much work as they would do.  
Afterwards the Players began to play on the Bankside and to leave playing in London and Middlesex (for the most part) then there went such great concourse of people by water, that the small number of watermen remaining at home were not able to carry them, by reason of the Court, the Terms, the Players, and other employments, so that we were enforced and encouraged (hoping that this golden stirring world would have lasted ever) to take and entertain men and boys: which boys are grown men, and keepers of houses, many of them being overcharged with families of Wife and Children, so that the number of Watermens, and those that live and are maintained by them, and by the only labour of the Oar and the Scull, betwixt the Bridge of Windsor and Gravesend, cannot be fewer than forty thousand; the cause of the greater half of which multitude, hath been the Players playing on the Bankside, for I have known three Companies besides the Bear-baiting, at once there; to wit, the Globe, the Rose, and the Swan. And it is an infallible truth, that had they never played there it had been better for Watermens by the one half of their living, for the Company is increased more than half by their means of playing there in former times.  
And now it hath pleased God in this peaceful time, that there is no employment at the sea, as it hath been accustomed, so that all those great numbers of men remains at home; and the Players have all (except the King's men) left their usual residency on the Bankside, and do play in Middlesex fare remote from the Thames, so that every day in the week they do draw unto them three or four thousand people, that were used to spend their moneys by water, (to the relief of so many thousands of poor people, which by Players former playing on the Bankside) are increased, so that ofttimes a poor man that hath five or six children, doth give good attendance to his labour all day, and at night (perhaps) ath● not gotten a Groat to relieve himself, his wife and family.  
This was the effect and scope of our petition, though here I have declared it more at large, to which his Majesty graciously granted me a●reference to his commissioners for suits, who then were the Right honourable Sir julius Caesar, Sir Thomas Parray, Knights, the Right Worshipful Sir Francis Bacon then the King's Attorney general, Sir Henry Montague his Majesty's Sergeant at Law, Sir Walter Cope, Master George Caluert, one of the Clerks of his Majesty's privy Counsel, and Baron Southerton, one of the Barons of the King's Exchequer: these Honourable and Worshipful persons I did oft folicite, by petitions, by friends, and by mine own industrious importunity, so that in the end when our cause was heard, we found them generally affected to the suit we prosecuted.  
His Maiestes' Players did exhibit a petition against us, in which they said, that our suit was unreasonable, and that we might as justly remove the Exchange, the walks in Paul's, or moorefield's to the Bankside for our profits, as to confine them; but our extremities and cause being judiciously pondered by the Honourable and Worshipful Commissioners, Sir Francis Bacon very worthily said that so fare forth as the Public weal was to be regarded before pastimes, or a serviceable decaying multitude before a handful of particular men, or profit before pleasure, so far was our suit to be preferred before theirs. Whereupon the Players did appeal to the Lord Chamberlain, which was then the Earl of Somerset who stood well affected to us, having been moved before in the business by Master Samuel Goldsmith an especial friend of mine, and a Gentleman that myself and all the rest of my poor company in general, are generally beholden, and deeply engaged unto; for of his own free will to his cost and charge, we must with thankfulness acknowledge he hath been and is continually our worthy friend. Who seeing the wants of such numbers of us, ●●hath often neglected his own urgent and profitable affairs, spending his time and coiner any honest occasion that might profit us. Th●s much I thought good to insert in the ●ay of thankfulness, because of all vices, ingratitude is most hateful.  
The Commissioners did appoint me to ●●me on the next day that they sat again, and that then the Players and we should know their determinations concerning our businesses: but before the day came, Sir Walter Cipe died, and Sir julius Caesar being chief Commissioner was made master of the Rolls, by which means the Commission was dissoled, and we never yet had further hearing. Thus f●●re did I proceed in this thankless suit; and because it was not effected, some of my com●●●y partly through malice or ignorance, or ●oth, have reported that I took bribes of the Players to let the suit fall, and that to that purpose I had a supper with them at the Cardinal's Hat on the Bankside, and that if I ●●d dealt well with my Company, and done as I might have done, than all had been as they would have had it.  
These and more the like such pretty aspersions, the outcast rubbish of my Company hath very liberally, unmannerly and ingratefully bestowed upon me, whereby my credit ●●● been blemished the good opinion which many held of me lost, my name abused, and I ● common reproach, a scorn, & bye-word, and bayting-stocke to the poisonous teeth of en●●●y and slander.  
But I doubt not but what is before said will satisfy any well disposed or honest mind, and for the rest (if there be any such) as I found them ignorant knaves, so I leave them unthankful villains. And I will regard such Vipers and their slander so little, that their malice shall not make me give over to do service to my Company, by any honest lawful means, my Trade (under God) is my best friend, and though it be poor, I am sure the calling is honest, therefore I will be an assistant in this suit, or any other that may be available unto it; and howsoever we are slightly esteemed by some Giddy-headed Corkbrains or Mushroom Painted Puckfoysts; yet the estate of this Kingdom knows, that many of the meanest Scullers that Rows on the Thames, was, is, or shall be if occasion serve, at command to do their Prince and Country more service, than any of the Players shall be joined unto.  
I must confess that there are many rude uncivil Fellows in our company, and I would some Doctor would purge the Thames of them: the reason whereof is, that all men being Vicious, by consequence most Vice must be in the greatest Companies, but Watermens are the greatest Company, therefore most abuses must reign amongst Watermens; yet, (not to excuse them in any degree) let a man but consider other trades and faculties of of higher account, and I am sure they will come short in honesty, perhaps not of Watermen, but of the honest Vocation of a Waterman.  
For if he use his labour no otherwise then he ought, which is to carry the King's Liege people carefully, and to land them safely, to take his due thankfully without murmuring or doing injury, than I say, that that Waterman may feed upon the labours of his hands with a better Conscience, and sleep with a quieter spirit than many of our furre-gownd money-mongers that are accounted good commonwealths men: but if a railing knave do chance to abuse his Fare, either in words or deeds, (as indeed we have too many such) what reason is it, that for the wrong that one, two, or more doth commit, that all the rest of the whole Company shall be scandalised for it. If a Mercer, a Grocer, a Gold smith, or any other of the best Trades, be a Traitor, a Thief, or a Debauched Drunkard, it were impudent ignorance for the Vices of a few, that all the rest of the function should be reproached: I will make no odious comparisons, but I am persuaded that there are as many honest men of our company as of any other, such as do make a conscience of what they do such as will not wrong others though it might be gainful to themselves: Such who are both Religious and Charitable, and whose greatest care is to live in God's fear, that they may die in his favour: And for those that are unruly, ignorant, and brutish, there is no company hath sharper Laws, or more severely executed, as the Counters can testify once a week: Little ease can witness often: The whip, and the Whipper, like a roaring devil doth many times affirm the naked truth, and banishment from the River of Thames for ever, now and then cuts off a bad member. Besides, Fines and Forfeitures are laid upon the heads of petty offenders, that few or none escapes unpunished if their faults be known: If the gout be in a man's toe, all the body is grieved; if a finger ache, the rest of the members hath a share in the pain; but if many of the joints and members be putrifide, than the heart cannot choose but be crazed with ear, if not wounded; so is it with our company, that the Abuses and Vices of the worst inferior members as Graceless, Godless, Reprobates, are sometimes like a Plague, infectious to their betters, and a daily heartgrief to all honest men, who are scandalised by their damnable demeanours. But all they do or can do, is nothing to the defaming of the Company, for it were very absurd because one in his drink hath killed a man, to impute the fault to the wine or the drink that he drank, when the blame lies in the drunkard that abused Gods good Creatures in taking too much; so a Waterman's trade is honest, necessary, and not to be wanted, howsoever it is abused by misgoverned uncivil companions. If a Waterman would be false in his trade, I muse what falsehood he could use, he hath no false weights or measures to curtal a man's passage, but he will land a man for his money, and not bate him an inch of the place he is appointed: His shop is not dark like a Wollen-drapers' on purpose, because the buyer shall not see the coarseness of the Cloth, or the falseness of the Colour: no, his work and ware is seen and known, and he utters it with the sweat of hi● brows, the worst fault is, that like a Lawyer he will take more than his see (if anybody will give it him) very thankfully, his bare fare he will take willingly (upon necessity) but less than his fare, or many times nothing, me thinks goes against stomach.  
I have seen a Usurer (who hath been ●●● only for the grave these seven years being more than half rotten with the Gout, the Cough, and the Murr) who hath lost his conscience to get money, and perhaps, win damnation, who is not able to go by land, and yet will not pay his Fare by water, but like the picture of misery, will either beg his passage of some servingman, or bargain with a Waterman to give him two pence for six penni, worth of labour, such I have seen, and such there are too many, who if they were once buried, the wheel of Time, would turn, and what they got unjustly by extortion, oppression, and grinding the faces of the poor, what they have uncharitably pinched in keeping back the labourer's hire, their Sons or heirs perhaps will consume in Law who shall possess most of that ill gotten goods, or else Drink it, Dice it, Drab it, Revel and ruffle it, till all is gone; and as their fathers before them made others to rot in prison, so their prodigal Sons are hole in some loathsome jail, being lousy, lodging on the boards, and live upon the Box and the Almsbasket.  
Moreover, too many there are that pass the bounds of liberality, and spend most prodigally on a Whore, on (the devil of India) Tobacco; on the superfluous Quarts and Pints of the blood of Bacchus (Sack and Claret) Spanish and French, on unlawful Games, and in a word, on a thousand vanities, they will carelessly and beyond expectation cast away their cash: but upon a Waterman, that hath rowed till his heart ache, and sweats till he hath not a dry thread about him, the gentlemen's bounty is asleep, and he will pay him by the Statute, or if he give him two pence more, he hath done a huge work beyond the merit of Suttons' Hospital.  
I myself have often met with a Roaring boy (or one of the cursed crew) that hath had nothing about him but a Satin outside to cover ●●● his knavery, and that none of his own ●●ther witness his Mercer and his Tailor: ●●● this Gallant must be shipped in a pair of ●●● at least: but his gay slop hath no soo●●●● the Cushions, but with a volley of ●●● coined outlies) newly brought from hell ●●● Bermoodoes' by the Ghost of a Knight ●●● the poft) he hath never left Roaring, row, ●●●, row, a pox on you row, (as if his punk ●●ld stay too long for his pestiferous per●●●● and when his scurviness is landed where ●●● leases, he hath told me● I must wait on ●●● and he, will return to me presently, ●●● I shall carry him back again, and be ●●d all together: then have I attended five ●● six hours (like john & Noakes) for nothing, ●●● my cheating shark having neither money ●●● honesty, hath never come at me, but ●●● some other pair of stairs, and in the ●●● fashion cozened another Waterman ●●● his Boat-hire.  
We must, and do with thankfulness con●●●●●● that the Nobility, Gentry, and all others ●●●●●●●● of this Kingdom, have ho●●●●●● worthy and charitable considerations of ●●● want of means, and multitude of men; ●●● they do know that house rent and victu●●●●●● are at four times the rate which it was ●●● when the Statute was made in Queen Ma●●● ●●●●● for our fares, and as the price of ●● thing is raised (except to ●●●●●mens labours) ●●● do they in conscience very liberally raise ●●● hires accordingly.  
And as before I have written out grave is●●●●●●●● useful and necessary, both for the King's ●ruice and the Commons commodity, that it ●●● not to be (or cannot be wanted and by how ●●● the more a, Waterman is near to his ●●esty, to the Queen's Majesty, to the Prince's ●● Highness', to the Nobility; the Gentry, ●●● the best of the Commonaity of this Kingdom, ●●● and sometimes of foreign Nations, so ●●ch the ●●●●●●ight Watermens to behave themselves honestly, and soberly in their ●●●●●●●here are many better trades and qua●ties ●●● that scarce the best of their Companies ●●●● their ●●ues ●●●● do come so often and so ●●●●●● presence of Mai●●● and Nobility as we do. (I writ not to disparrage any, nor with boasting to puff up ourselves) none comes nearer, except the Barber, and long and often may he come) or the Physician and Chirurgeon, (which God grant they may be ever needless:) but a Waterman many times hath his Sovereign by the hand, to stay him in and out the Barge, where there is not above half an inch betwixt life & death, the Barge being then the royal Court & being but a door betwixt the King & them, they are at that time Gentlemen of the privy Chamber, or Yeomen of the Guard at least.  
And thus much I am bold to insert for myself, and many more of my company that I know, that we never exacted money wrongfully, or contended with any of the King's Liege people for more than they themselves would give with any reason, or gave any one abusive or unreverend speeches if they would not go with us: for we know that men are free to buy their cloth at what Drapers they please, or their stuffs at which Mercers they will, what Tailor they list make their garments, and what Cook they l●ke may dress their meat: and so forth of all f●●●●ions every man is free to make his choy●e; and so amongst Watermen, men may take whom they please, because they are s●ound to none, he that goes with me shall have my labour, and I am in hope to have his monies he that will not go● with me goes with another, and I have the more ease the while, he doth me no wrong in not going with me, & I will do ●●●● injury for going from ●●● this is my resolution, and a number more of my Company, and those that are otherwise minded ●●● all my heart that God will be pleased to ●●● them or else that the Hangman may have authority to end them.  
But to return to the purpose (from which I have too long digressed) The Players are men that I generally love, and wish well unto and to their quality, and I do not know any of them but are my friends, and wish as much to me: and howsoever the matter falls out, whether they play or not play I thank God, I am able to live as well as another, either with them or without them: But my love is such unto them that whereas they do play but once a day, I could be content they should play twice or thrice a day, so it were not in such places as doth undo so many thousands of poor people; for as it is, it were much better for us that they played no where. And seeing so trivial a cause as this would be scar●e incommodious to any, and more commodious to us then the four Terms in the year, seeing our necessities so great, and our relief harmless to any, seeing the use of us expedient, if occasions serve abroad or at home, and our unableness to set ourselves to sea, by reason of ou● want; our hope is that we shall be as much ●eckoned of as horses, for horses have meat, drink, and lodging, though they be but seldom ridden; and many of them have a warm foot-cloth, when thousand of serviceable men are like to famish and star●● through want and nakedness.  
As concerning our endeavours to ●●moue the shelves and sands in the Thames (whic● are a great annoyance to the River, and hu●●● full to the City,) As his Majesty hath com●manded, and the Right Honourable the Lo●● Mayor & the rest of his worshipful brothers shall direct, we shall with all willingness do● our duties we doubt not both to the King Majesty's contentment; the good of the City and the good report of ourselves.  
Thus (becuase the truth shows best being naked) I have plainly set down how fare proceeded in my suit, how it was broken of● what thanks I have for my pains. The necessity of the cause that made me go abounded it. The abuses I had because it took no effect (which is the chief cause why I wrote thi● Pamphlet to justify myself.) At these thing I hope the judicious Understander will judge accordingly, always esteeming me a Loyal over of my Country; and my Company.  
FINIS.   

Wit and Mirth: CHARGEABLY COLLECTED OUT OF TAVERNS, ORDINARIES, Inns, Bowling Green's and Allies, Alehouses, Tobacco Shops, Highways, and Water passages. Made vp● and ●●●●● Clinohes, ●ulls, Quirks, Yerkes ●…garbled at the requ●● of old ●●●n GA●●●● Gh●●  

DEDICATED To the truly Loyal hearted, learned, well-accomplished Gentleman, M●●ter ●●●  
SIR,  
BEing enjoined by the Ghost or ●●● beloved) to collect, gleant, or gather a bundle or truss of Mirth, and for his ●●● bestrow the stage of the melancholy world with it; and withal to present it to som● ●● generous spirit, who was old john's friend; I thought upon many to whom I might have ●●● my Dedication, who were both Royal, Honourable, Worshipful, and all well-affected towards him. As to mention one for all, that jewel of the world, and richest gem of her sex, that Magazine of the two inestimable jewels, Patience and Fortitude; to that illustrious, ●●relesse Princess I might have recommended it, to whose service, and for whose happiness, his life and best endeavours, with his prayers and implorations at his death, were unfainealy ●●●●rated. But my manners conceiving the subject of this Book, of altogether to trivial a ●●● to be sheltered under the shadow of the wings of transcendent and admired Majesty; ●●● so many steps down the stairs with my invention, where by good fortune I met with ●●● whom I knew did love that old honest mirror of mirth, deceased; and whom the world ●●●ter knows, are, a true deunted friend to honest harmless mirth, and laudable recreation.  
●●●herefore entreat you, that (when your more serious affairs will permit) you would be●●●●● the looking upon these my poor and beggarly wardrobe of witty jests, whom I dare not ●●● Apothegms.  
And because I had many of them by relation and hearsay, I am in doubt that some of them ●●● be in print in some other Authors, which I do assure you is more than I do know; which ●●●● be so, I pray you but to connive or tolerate, and let the Authors make twice as bold with ●● at any time.  
Thus wishing every one to mend one, whereby the rent and torn garments of Threadbare ●●● may be well and merrily patched and repaired, craving your pardon, with my best wishes, ●●●aine  
Yours ever in the best of my best studies hereof, JOHN TAYLOR.   

JOHN GARRETS GHOST.  

●He doors and windows  
of the Heavens were barred,  
And Night's black Curtain,  
like an E●on, Robe,  
From Earth did all Celestial light discard,  
And in sad darkness clad the ample Globe;  
Dead midnight came, the Cats 'gan catterwaule,  
The time when Ghosts and Goblins walk about;  
●●● Owls shrick, & dismal Dogs do bawl,  
While● conscience clear securely sleeps it out.  
At such a time I sleeping in my bed,  
A ●●●● strange appeared unto my ●ight,  
●●●zement all my senses over spread,  
And filled me full with terror and affright.  
A merry grave aspect me thought he had,  
And one he seemed that I had often seen:  
Yet was he in such uncouth shape clad,  
That what he was, I could not wistly ween.  
His cloak was Sack, but not the Sack of Spain,  
Canara, Mallago, or sprightful Shery,  
But made of Sackcloth, such as bears the grain,  
Good salt, & coals, which makes the Porter's weary;  
Laced round about with plaited wheaten straw,  
For which he nothing to the Silkman owed;  
A wearing never mentioned in the Law,  
And yet far off, like good gold lace it showed.  
Lined was his mantle with good Essex plush,  
Pied Calf's skins, or Veal satin, which you will  
It never was worn threedbare with a brush,  
I (naturally) saved the labour still.  
A h●t like Grantham steeple, for the crown  
Or Pyramid was large in altitude:  
With frugallbrim, whereby he still was known  
From other men amongst a multitude.  
A Prince's shoe, he for a jewel wore,  
Two ribbons, and a feather in his beaver,  
Which shape me thought I oft had seen before,  
Yet out of knowledge where, as't had been never.  
He in his hand a flaming torch did hold,  
(And as he nearer did approach to me)  
My hair 'gan stand on end, fear struck me cold;  
Fear not, I am john Garrets ghost, quoth he,  
I come to rouse thy dull and lazy Muse  
From idleness, from Lethe's hateful lake:  
And therefore stand upon no vain excuse,  
But rise, and to thy tools thyself betake.  
Remember me, although my carcase rot,  
Writ of me, to me, call me Fool or jester.  
But yet I pray thee (Tailor) rank me not,  
Among those knaves that do the world bepester,  
Thou wrot'st of great O tool and Coriat,  
Of brave Sir Thomas Parsons, Knight o'th' Sun,  
And Archy hath thy verse to glory at,  
And yet for me thou nought ha●t ever done.  
Writ that in Ireland, I in Mars his train,  
Long time did under noble Norris serve:  
Where (as I could) I stood'gainst Pope and Spain,  
Whilst some were slain, & some with want did starve  
Where shot, & wounds, & knocks, I gave and took,  
Until at last half maimed as I was,  
A man decrepit, I those wars forsook,  
And (with my Pass) did to my Country pass.  
Where getting health, I then shaken hands with death,  
And to the Court I often made resort.  
Where England's mighty Queen Elizabeth  
Allowed me entertainment for disport.  
Then by the foretop did I take old time:  
Then were not half so many fools as now;  
Then was my harvest, and my only prime,  
My purse receiving what my wit did plow.  
Then in such compass I my jests would hold,  
That though I gave a man a gird or twain,  
All his revenge would be to give me gold,  
With commendations of my nimble ●raine.  
Thus lived I till that gracious Queen deceased,  
Who was succeeded by a famous King:  
In whose blessed Sons reign (I with years oppressed)  
Me to my grave, sickness and death did bring.  
And now (kind jacke) thou seest my airy form,  
Hath shaken off her jail of flesh, and bone,  
Whilst they remain the feast of many a worm,  
My better part doth visit thee alone.  
And as between us still, our good requests,  
Thou never me, I never thee denied:  
So for my sake collect some merry jests,  
Whereby sad time may be with mirth supplied.  
And when 'tis written, find some good man forth,  
One (as thou thinkest) was when I lived my friend:  
And though thy lines may be but little worth,  
Yet unto him my duty recommend.  
So farewell jacke, dame Luna ' 'gins to rise,  
The twinkling stars begin to borrow light:  
Remember this my suit, I thee advice,  
And so once more good honest jacke good night.  
With that more swifter than a shaft from bow,  
He cut and curried through the empty air,  
Whilst I amazed with fear, as could as snow,  
Strait felt my spirits quickly to repair.  
And though I found it but a dream indeed,  
Yet for his sake of whom I dreamt then,  
I left my bed, and clothed myself with speed,  
And presently betook me to my pen:  
Clear was the morn, and Phoebus lent me light,  
And (as it followeth) I began to write.    

WIT AND MIRTH.  

(1)  
Myself carried an old fellow by water, that had wealth enough to be Deputy of the Ward, and wit sufficient for a Scavenger; the water being somewhat rough, ho was much afraid, and (in stead of saying his prayers,) he threatened me, that if I did drown him, he would spend a hundred pound, but he would see me hanged for it; I desired him to be quiet and fear nothing, and so in little space I landed him at the Beans College on the Bankside ●●●●s Paris Garden.) Well (said he) I am glad I am off the water, for if the Boat had miscariad, I could have swum no more than a Goose.   

(2)  
AN old Painter (at the repairing of a Church) was writing sentences of Scripture upon the walls, by chance a friend of mine came into the Church, and reading them, perceived much false English: Old man, said my friend, Why do you not write true English? Alas Si●● (quoth the Painter) they are poor sample people in this Parish, and they will not go to the cost of it.   

(3)  
TWo men being sat at a Table, one against the other: the one of them having a cup in has hand drank to the other, saying, Here Op●●● I will drink to you: Opposite, said the other (being angry) what is that, I would not have thee put any of thy nicknames upon me; for thou shalt well know that I am no more opposite than thyself, or the skin between thy brows?   

(4)  
A Wealthy Monsieur in France (having profound revenues, and a shallow brain) was told by his man that he did continually gape in his sleep: at which he was angry with his man saying, he would not believe it: his man varified it to be true; his Master said that he would never, believe any that told him so except (quoth he) I chance to see it ●●●● mine own eyes: and therefore I will ●●● a great Looking-glass hanged at my ●●●●●eet for the purpose, to try whether thou art a lying knave or not.   

(5)  
THe said Monsieur commanded his man to buy him a great Hat with a button in the ●rim to button it up behind: his man bought him one & brought him, he put it on his head with the button before, which when he looked ●● the glass and saw, he was very angry, say●●●. ●●● crossed untoward knave, did I not bid thee buy a hat with the button to hold it up behind, and thou hast brought me one that turns up before: I command thee once more go thy ways, and buy me such a one as I would have, whatsoever it cost me.   

(6)  
THe same Gallant, as he traveled, would have a Goose to his supper; which when she was roasted and brought to the Table, he said she stunk: not so, I hope, said the Host, it cannot be, for I am suit she was alive since you came into the house: That may be, quoth the Monsieur, but then I am sure that you killed her when she was shiting, she would never stunk so else.   

(7)  
AN exceeding tall Gentlewoman was riding behind a very short little man, so that the man's head reached no higher than her breast; which the aforesaid Monsieur perceiving, said, Madam, you will ride a great deal better, if you put your leg over that same pummel of your ●●●.  
Another time he chanced to meet a Lady of his acquaintance, and asked her how she did, & how her good husband fared; at which word she wept, saying, that her Husband was in heaven; in heaven, quoth he, it is the first time that I heard of it, and I am sorry for it with all my heart.   

(8)  
ONce the said Monsieur saw a fellow that had a jack-daw to sell: Sirrah, quoth he, what wilt thou take for thy Daw? Monsieur (said the fellow) the price of my Daw is two French Crowns. Wherefore, said the other, dost thou ask so much for him? the fellow replied, that the Daw could speak French, Italian, Spanish, Dutch and Latin: all which tongues he will speak after he is a little acquainted in your Lordship's house: Well, quoth he, bring thy Daw in, and there is thy money. In conclusion, jack-daw (after a month or five week's time) never spoke otherwise then his father's speech Kaw, Kaw, whereat the Monsieur said, that the Knave had cozened him of his money: but it is no great matter there is no loss in it: for, quoth he, though my Daw do not speak, yet I am in good hope that he thinks the more.   

(9)  
ANother time he commanded his man to buy some sweet thing to burn in his Chamber, for (quoth he) my Chamber stinks most odoriferously. His man brought Frankincense in a paper; and as he was going for fire, his Master t●sted of it, and finding it stick in his teeth, and relish very bitter, he called his man cozening knave, that would bring him such bitter trash for his money; and straightways commanded him to buy a pound of the best Sugar, and burn it strait to sweeten and presume his Chamber.   

(10)  
THis Gallant in his youth was much addicted to dicing, and many times when he had lost all his money, than he would pawn his cloak, and so go home without either cloak or coin, which grieved the Lady his mother very much: for remedy whereof, she caused all his doublets (of what stuff soever) to be made with canvas painted backs, whereon was fashioned two fools, which caused the Gentleman ever after to keep his cloak on his back, for fear two of the three should be discovered.   

(11)  
Will Backstead the Player cast his Chamber-lye out of his window in the night, which chanced to light upon the heads of the watch passing by; who angrily said, Who is that offers us this abuse? Why, quoth Will, who is there? Who is here, said one of the pickled watchmen, we are the Watch. The Watch, quoth William, why my friends you know, Harm watch, harm catch.   

(12)  
A Cardinal of Rome had a goodly fair house new built, but the broken bricks, tiles, sand, lime, stones, and such rubbish as are commonly the remnants of such buildings lay confusedly in heaps and scattered here and there: The Cardinal demanded of his Suruayor wherefore the rubbish was not conveyed away: The Suruayor said, that he purposed to hire an hundred Carts for the purpose. The Cardinal replied, that the charge of Carts might be saved, for a pit might be digged in the ground and bury it. My Lord, said the Suruayor, I pray you what shall we do with the earth which we dig out of the said pit? Why you horseson Coxcomb, said the Cardinal, canst thou not dig the pit deep enough, and bury all together.   

(13)  
A Poor Country may praying devoutly Superstitious before an old Image of S. Loy, the Image suddenly fell down upon the poor man, and bruised his bones sorely, that he could not stir abroad in a month after; in which space the cheating Priests had set up a new Image: the Country man came to the Church again, and kneeled a fare off, to the new Image, saying, Although thou smilest and lookest fair upon me, yet thy father played me such a knavish prank lately, that i'll beware how I come too near thee, lest thou shouldest have any of thy Father's unhappy qualities.   

(14)  
A Lady having been ten years in suit of Law, had a trial at last, where the judgement went on her side; whereupon she would presently express her joy by inviting some of her nearest tenants and neighbours to supper; amongst whom was a plain downright country Yeoman, to whom the Lady said; Tenant, I think I have tickled my Adversary now, though it were long first, I ●row he will make no brags of his meddling with me. The honest Yeoman replied, Truly Madam I did ever think what it would come to at last, for I knew when he first meddled with your Ladyship, that he had a wrong Sow by the ear.   

(15)  
ONe asked a fellow what Westminster-Hall was like; marry, quoth the other, it is like a Butl●rs Box at Christmas amongst gamesters, for whosoever loseth, the Box will be sure to be a winner.   

(16)  
A Proper Gentlewoman went to speak with a rich Miser that had more Gout then good manners, at her taking leave he requested her to taste a cup of Cana●a: She (contrary to his expectation) took him at his word, and thanked him. He commanded ●●●● Starveling his man to wash a glass, and still it to the Gentlewoman. Honest jeffrey filled a great glass about the bigness of two Tay●●●● thimbles, and gave it to his master, who list it to save cost, and gave it to the Gentlewomen, saying that it was good Canara of six years old at the least, to whom she answered, (seeing the quantity so small) sir, as you requested me, I have tasted your wine, but I wonder that it should be so little, being of such a great age.   

(17)  
A Soldier upon his march found a horse-shoe, and stuck it at his girdle, where passing through a wood, some of the enemy lay in ambush, and one of them discharged his musket, and the shot by fortune light against the fellow's horse-shoe. A ha', qd. he I perceive that little armour will serve a ●●●● turn, if it be put on in the right place.   

(18)  
ONe being in a Chamber with his friend, looking out at a window, he saw one riding on a horse in the street, said he, do you see that horse? yea qd. than other: then said he, you may swear you have seen the best horse in England: how do you know that said the other? I know it well, said he, for it is my horse, and I am sure that he is the best, and yet I dare swear that I have one in my ●●●ble worth ten of him.   

(19)  
AN unhappy boy that kept his fathes' sheep in the Country, did use to carry a pair of Cards in his pocket, and meeting with boys a good as himselfe●, would fall to Cards at the Cambrian game of whip-her-ginny, or English one and thirty; at which sport, he would some days lose a sheep or two: for which if his father corrected him, he (in revenge) would drive the sheep home at night over a narrow bridge, where some of them falling besides the bridge, were drowned in the swift brook. The old man being wearied with his ungracious dealing, complained to a justice, thinking to affright him from doing any more the like. In brief, before the justice the youth was brought, where (using small reverence, and less manners) the justice said to him, Sirrah, you are a notable villain, you play at Cards, and lose your father's theepe at one and thirty. The Boy replied, that it was a lie. A lie quoth the justice, you saucy knave, dost thou give me the lie? No, qd. the boy I gave not you the lie, but you told me the lie, for I never lost sheep at one and thirty; for when my game was one and thirty I always won. Indeed, said the justice, thou sayest true, but I have another accusation against thee, which is, that you drive your father's sheep over a narrow bride, where some of them are oftentimes drowned: That's a lie too, quoth the boy, for those that go over the bridge are well enough, it is only those that fall beside, which are drowned: Whereto the justice said to the boys father, Old man, thou hast brought in two false accusations against thy son, for he never lost sheep at one and thirty, nor were there ever any drowned that went over the bridge.   

(20) A Quiblet.  
A Captain passing through a room where a woman was driving a buck of clothes, but he thinking she had been brewing, saw a dish, and dipped some small quantity of the Lie, which he supposing to be mault-wort, drank up, & presently began to swear, spit, spatter, & spawl: the woman asked him what he ailed, he told her, and called her some scurvy names, saying, he had swallowed Lie; Nay, than I cannot blame you to be angry, for you being a Sovidier and a Captain, it must needs trouble your stomach to swallow the Lye.   

(21)  
A Country fellow (that had not walked much in streets that were paved) came to London, where a dog came suddenly out of a house, and furiously ran at him the fellow stooped to take up a stone to cast at the Dog, and finding them all fast rammed or paved in the ground; quoth he, what strange Country am I in, where the people tie up the stones, and let the dogs lose.   

(22)  
AN honest Mayor of a Town, being all Mercy and no justice, loving ease and quietness, and unwilling to commit any offence or offender; one said of him that he was like the herb john in a pottage por, for that herb did not give any taste at all either good or bad, but an excellent colour: so the Mayor did neither good nor harm, but (as an image of a Mayor's authority) filled up the room.   

(23)  
A justice of the Peace, being angry with a pilsering Knave, said, Sirrah, if thou dost not mend thy manners, thou witted be shortly hanged, or else I will be hanged for thee. The bold knave replied, I thank your worship for that kind offer, and I besee●h your worship not to be out of the way when I shall have occasion to use you.   

(24)  
Certain justices of the Peace being informed of the odious abuses daily committed by drunkenness in their jurisdictions, did according to their places and duties, meet at a market town, and sat two days, hearing informations, and working reformations: at last, they concluded that the Ale and Beer were too strong, and therefore commanded that from thence forth smaller drink should be brewed, whereby these unruly people might sometimes go to bed sober. But one mad to spot fellow being much grieved at this order, having made himself half pot-shaken, without fear or wit came to the justices, and asked them if they had sat two days about the brewing of small drink: to whom one of the justices replied, yes: Why then quoth the drunkard, I pray you sit three days more to know who shall drink it, for I will none of it.   

(25)  
THere was a Scottish Gentleman that had sore eyes, who was counselled by his Physicians to forbear drinking of wine: but he said he neither could nor would forbear it, maintaining it for the lesser evil, to shut up the windows of his body, then to suffer the house to fall down, through want to reparations.   

(26)  
Upon the death of Queen Elizabeth, there was a Mayor of a Country Town sitting in consultation with his Brethren: to whom he gravely said, My Brethren and Neighbours, I do hear that the Queen is dead, wherefore I thought it exceeding fit we should despair to this place, that being dissembled together, we might consult of our estates, for I doubt me we shall have another Queen or a King, and I stand in great fear that the people will be unrude, so that we shall be in danger of strange Resurrection.   

(27)  
ANother Mayor that was on hunting, (by chance) one asked him how he liked the Cry: a pox take the Dogs, saith he, they make such a bawling that I cannot hear the Cry.   

(28)  
AN old justice was fast asleep on the Bench when a poor Malefactor was judged to be hanged; at which word the justice suddenly awaked, and said to the Thief, My friend, I pray let this be a warning to you, look you do so no more, for we do not show every man the like favour.   

(29)  
AN old Recorder of a City in this Land was busy with a Country Mayor, in the ●●● space they were interrupted by a fellow that was brought before him for killing of a man: my Lord asked the fellow's name, who answered, his name was Gilman. Said my Lord, take away G, and thy name is Il●●● put K to it, thy name is Kilman, and put ●●● and thy name is Spilman, thou art halfe lodged already (as the proverb says:) for thou hast an ill name, let a man vary it how ●●● can.  
The Mayor all this while stood by musing ●● my Lords canvasing the man's name, and ●●ward being at home among his own good people, he had an offender brought before him for getting a Wench with child: Master Mayor asked him his name: the fellow said, if it please your worship my name is ●●●. Then Master Mayor (striving to imi●●● my Lord) said, take away G and thy name ●● put K to it, it is Kilman, put Sp to ●●● and thy name is Spilman, thou art a knave, thou hast an ill name, and thou shalt be hanged, etc.   

(30) c. A Quiblet.  
MAster Field the Player riding up Fleetstrees a great pace, a Gentleman called him, and asked him what Play was played that day: he (being angry to be stayed upon so fri●lous a demand) answered, that he might see what Play was to be played upon every Post. l●y you mercy (said the Gentleman) I took you for a Post, you road so fast.   

(31)  
ONe being long vexed with the spirit of jealousy, came suddenly into his house, and found a man (whom he suspected) somewhat too busy with his wife; to whom he said, Now good fellow I thank thee, for thou ●●● me of a strange hellish torment; my susp●●ion is cleared, and apparent knowledge hath given me such ease of heart, that I will be jealous no more.   

(32)  
A Skilful Painter was requested to paint out a fair Courtesan (in plain English, a Whore) I pray you spare that cost, said the Painter, for if she be a right whore the daily paints herself.   

(33)  
SEigneur Valdrino (paymaster to the Camp of Alphonsus King of Arragon) a man exquisite in Courtship and compliment; as two or three were at strife laying wagers what Countryman he was; a blunt bold Captain asked what was the matter: why Captain, said one, we are laying a wager what Countryman my Lord Treasurer Valdrino is: Oh said the Captain, I can tell you that, I am sure he was borne in the land of Promise, for I have served the King in his wars these seven years without pay, and ever when I petition to my Lord, he pays me with no coin but promises, which makes me half assured that he is that Countryman.   

(34)  
A Nobleman of France (as he was riding) met with a yeoman of the Country, to whom he said, My friend I should know thee, I do remember I have often seen thee: My good Lord, said the Countryman, I am one of your Honours poor tenants, and my name is T.I. I remember thee better now (said my Lord) there were two brothers of you, but one is dead, I pray which of you doth remain alive?   

(35)  
THe aforesaid Noble man having had a Harper that was blind, playing to him after supper somewhat late, at last he arose, and commanded one of his servants to light the Harper down the stairs: to whom the Servingman said, my Lord, the Harper is blind: thou ignorant knave, quoth my Lord, he hath the more need of light.   

(36)  
A Young fellow wished himself the richest Cuckold in England: to whom his mother said very angrily, you foolish covetous boy, why dost thou desire such a wish, hath not thine own Father enough in store for thee?   

(37)  
A Whore Rampant, made her husband a Cuckold Dormant, with a front Cressant, surprised by the watch Guardant, brought to the justice Passant, with her playfellow Pendant, after a curtsy Couchant; the justice told her that her offence was heinous, in breaking the bonds of matrimony in that adulterate manner, and that she should consider that her husband was her Head: Good sir, quoth she, I did ever acknowledge him so; and I hope it is no such great fault in me, for I was but trimming, dressing, or ad-horning my Head.   

(38)  
A Man being very sickly, one said to his wife, I marvel your husband doth not wear a nightcap: Truly (quoth she) within this six months that my husband hath been sick, although his legs be shrunk, yet he hath outgrown all his nightcaps.   

(39)  
A Boy whose mother was noted to be one not overladen with honesty, went to seek his Godfather, and enquiring for him, quoth one to him, Who is thy Godfather? the boy replied, his name is goodman Digland the Gardener: Oh said the man, if he be thy Godfather he is at the next Alehouse, but I fear thou takest God's name in vain.   

(40)  
A Scholar riding from Cambridge towards London, his horse being tired (a lazy disease often befalling such hackneys) met a Post on the way, who notwithstanding he did what he could to make his horse give him place, by spur, switch, and bridle, yet the Post was fain to give him the way: to whom (in anger) he said, Thou paltry fellow, dost thou not see I am a Post? The Scholar strait replied, And thou ignorant fellow, dost thou not see that I ride upon a Post.   

(41)  
A Fellow having more drink than wit, in ●●● winter evening made a foolish vow, ●●● take the wall of as many as he met betwix●●● the Temple-bar and Charing-cross; and co●●● ming near the Sau●y, where stood a Post ali●● the distance from the wall: the drunkard took● it for a man, and● would have the wall, be●●● beginning to quarrel and give the Post fou● words: at which a man came by, and asked● the matter, and whom he spoke to: he answered, he would have the wall of that fellowest that stood so stiffly there: my friend, said the other, that is a Post, you must give him th● way: Is it so, said the fellow, a pox upon him why did he not blow his horn?   

(42)  
A Sailor being on a tired horse, riding from D●uer to London, his company prayed him to ride faster: to whom he answered, I can com●● no faster, do you not see that I am be calmed?   

(43)  
TWo Gentlemen were jesting, and one o● them cast away the others hat; but the other catcht his hat off, and put it on his own head: now fie, fie, quoth the other, thou spoylle lest my hat: wherewith, said the other? Marry (said he that was bareheaded) the● spoyle●● my hat with putting a Calf's head into it.   

(44) The figure Conversion.  
IF a Vintner doth draw me good wine upon't money or credit, than he is fit to draw ●●● hang: but if he draw me bad wine for good ●●● money, than he is much fit to hang then ●● draw.   

(45)  
A Man having been with a Doctor of Physic to have his advice about some grief he had; when he came home, his wife asked him what news? Marry, said he, my Physician doth counsel me to drink Ass' milk every morning fasting: Why husband, quoth the Woman, I pray you tell me, doth Master Doctor give suck?   

(46)  
●●●●● and valiant Captain, whom I could ●●●●●● had a scarf given him here in England, and he sailing over into the Low-country an old Roman Catholic Lady of his acquaintance, was very importunate to beg ●●● scarf of him: the Captain asked her what ●●● would do with it, and said, it was not ●●● for her wearing. She answered him, that ●●● would give it her, that jesus Christ should ●●● it in the Church upon holy days, meaning the Image: Madam, said the Captain, ●●● you will bring me word that ever his father ●●● such a scarf, than I will give you this for him.   

(47)  
Between the hours of twelve and one at noon, one asked me what it was a clock: answered him, it was little or nothing. He demanded of me what I meant by my answer? I replied that it being not one of the ●●● it was to be reckoned or counted for ●●ought, for that which is lesser than one, is ●●● or nothing.   

(48)  
A Gentlewoman cheapened a Close-stool in Pa●ls Churchyard, and the shopkeeper ●●● ask her too much money for it, as she thought. Why mistress, said he, I pray you ●●●der what a good lock and key it hath: he replied, that she had small use for either ●●● lock or key, for she purposed to put nothing into it, but what she cared not who ●●● out.   

(49)  
A Country woman at an Assize was to take her oath against a party; the said party enacted the judge that her oath might not be ●●● the judge demanded why he excepted against her: my Lord (quoth he) she is ●Recusant or Roman Catholic, and they ●●● old it no matter of Conscience to swear any thing against us. Come hither woman, said ●●● judge, I do not think thou art a Recusant, I am persuaded that for forty shillings thou wilt swear the Pope is a knave: Good my Lord, said she, the Pope is a stranger to me, but if I knew him as well as I know your Lordship, I would swear for half the money.   

(50)  
A Cardinal kept a knavish fool for his recreation, to whom he said, Sirrah fool, suppose that all the world were dead but thou and I, and that one of us should be turned to a Horse, and the other of us to an Ass, say which of these two wouldst thou choose to be? The fool answered, Sir, you are my Master, and for that respect it is fit that your worship should choose first, and I will be contented to take that which you leave. Why then said the Cardinal, I would be a horse; no said the fool, let me entreat your worship to be an Ass, for I would be an Ass to choose of all things: why, quoth the Cardinal? marry, said the fool, because that I have known many Asses come to be justices, but I never knew any horse come to the like preferment.   

(51)  
A Grave discreet Gentleman having a comely wife, whose beauty and free behaviour did draw her honesty into suspicion, by whom he had a son almost at man's estate, of very dissolute and wanton carriage. I muse, said one, that a man of such stayed and moderate gravity should have a son of such a contrary and froward disposition. Sir, replied another, the reason is that his pate is stuffed with his Mother's wit, that there is no room for any of his father's wisdom: beside, the lightness of her heels is gotten into her son's brains.   

(52)  
A Rich Grazier dwelling 150 miles from Oxford, having a son that had seven years been a student there, at last sent for him home, to whom he said; Son, I do hear that you are well practised in the rudiments of learning, but that withal you are addicted to an idle vein of the poor and threadbare art of Poetry: which I charge thee to leave and avoid, as thou tenderest my favour, for my mind is not to have thee live beggarly, and dye poorly; yet I will ask thee one Poetical question, which is, Wherefore thinkest thou that so beautiful a creature as Venus, was so besotted to match herself with so ill favoured a knave as Vulcan? In truth father, quoth the young man, I can yield you no reason for it, but I wonder at it; and yet I do admire as much wherefore my mother married with you.   

(53)  
A Man going with his Wife by a deep river side, began to talk of Cuckolds, and withal he wished that every Cuckold were cast into the river: to whom his wife replies, husband I pray you learn to swim.   

(54)  
A Man riding through a village with his dog running by him, which dogs name was called Cuckold, leaping and frisking into every house he passed by where the door was open: whereupon the man being afraid his dog would be lost, calls and whistles, here, here, Cuckold; to whom an old woman said, whom dost thou miscall? I would have thee know that no Cuckold doth dwell in this house. Good woman, said the man, you mistake me, I do call no body but my dog; Now out upon thee thou misbelieving knave, said she, where learnedest thou that manners to call a dog by a christian bodies name.   

(55)  
A Lusty Miller that in his younger days had been much given to the flesh and the devil; so that not one pretty maid or female servant did or could bring grist to his Mill to be ground, but the knave Miller would do his best to undermine and blow up their chastity, and withal he would bargain with as many as his temptations overcame, that at his day of marriage, every one of them should give him a Cake. In process of time the Miller was married, and those aforesaid freehearted Wenches sent each one their Cakes, to the number of 99 His wife the Bride, who also went for a maid, did muse and ask what was the meaning of so many Cakes? The Miller told her the truth of all without any dissembling: to whom his wife answered, If I have been so wise in bargaining as you have been in your time, the young men of my acquaintance would have sent me 100 cheeses to ●●● with your cakes.  

This bawdy Miller in a trap was catch,  
Not only married, but most f●●ly match:  
In this the proverb is approved plain,  
What bread men break is broke to them again.    

(56)  
THere was a fair ship of two hundred ●●● lying at the Tower-wharse at London where a Countryman passing by most ●●● nestly looked on the said ship, and demande●● how old she was: one made answer that she● was a year old. Good Lord bless me, sai● the Countryman, is she so big grown in● one year, what a greatness will she bee● that time she comes to my age.  

This man's blind ignorance I may compare  
To Aquavitae given to a Mare:  
Let each man his own calling then apply,  
No suitor ultra crepidam, Say l.    

(57)  
Twelve Scholars riding together, one ●●● them said, my masters let us ride faster ●● Why, quoth another, me thinks we ride ●●● good pace, I'll warrant it is four mile ●●● hour. Alas said the first, what is four mile ●●● hour amongst all us.  

Let not man boast of wit or learning deep,  
For ignorance may out of knowledge creep  
Amongst 12 men 4 mile an hour to ride;  
He that hath wit, to each his share divide.    

(58)  
AN Apprentice in the market did ask the price of an hundred Oysters: his friend persuaded him not to buy them, for they were small; to small replied the Apprentice, there ●●● not much loss in that, for I shall have the ●●● to the hundred.  

●●● the bill a measured mile it be,  
●●● the bill's another mile, I see:  
●●● to pay, 4 pence will quit the cost:  
●●● hundred, in the shire is lost.    

(59)  
S●e Gentlemen riding together, were in doubt that they were out of their way, ●herefore they road a flight shot to an old ●●pheard, one of them enquiring of him if ●●● were the way to such a town, and how far ●●● was thither. Sir, quoth the Shepherd, that ●●● the right way, and you have six miles thither. Quoth one of the Gentlemen, what a ●●● old knave art thou, it cannot be above ●●● mile's: the Shepherd replied, Sir, you ●●● like a chapman, and you shall have it for ●●● mile's, but I'll assure you it shall cost every one of these Gentlemen six miles before They come thither:  

●●●●rashnesse did the Gallants tongue o'rship,  
●●● the Shepheard gave a pleasing nip:  
●●● softest fire doth make the sweetest Malt,  
●●●●ild repr●●●fes makes rashness see his fauls.    

(60)  
A Man was very angry with his maid, because his eggs were boiled too hard; truly, said she, I have made them● boil a long ●●● but the next you have shall boil two ●●● but they shall be tender enough.  

The boiling of this wench's eggs I find,  
Much like unto a greedy mi●ers mind:  
●●● eggs, the more they boil are harder still;  
The ●●● full, too full, yet wants his fill.    

(61)  
TWo learned good-fellows drinking a pipe of Tobacco; it being almost out, that ●● that drunk last did partly feel the ashes to ●●● hot to his lips; giving the pipe to his friend, said, Ashes to Ashes: the other taking the pipe & (being of a quick apprehension, threw it out to the dunghill, saying, Earth to earth.  

Thus wit with wit agrees like cake and cheese;  
Both sides are gainers, neither side doth lose:  
Conceit begets conceit, jest, jest doth father,  
And butter fall'n to ground, doth something gather.    

(62)  
ONe said, a Citizen was a man all in earnest, and in no part like a jest; because the Citizen was never bad, or the jest never good till they were both broke.  

What's one man's yea, may be another's nay;  
The Sun doth sosten wax, and harden clay:  
Some Citizens are like to jests, for why,  
They'll break in jest, or bankrupt policy.    

(63)  
A Gallant with a galloping wit, was mounted upon a running horse toward a town named Tame, within ten miles of Oxford, and riding at full speed, he met an old man, and asked him, Sirrah is this the way to Tame? yes sir, he replied, your Horse I'll warrant you, if he were as wild as the devil.  

This is a riddle to a fool, me thinks,  
And seems to want an Oedipus or Sphinx.  
But Reader, in my book I hold it fit,  
To find you lines, you self must find you wit.    

(64)  
A Complemental Courtier that in his French, Italian, and Spanish cringes, congees, and courtesies, would bend his body, and bow every way like a tumbler, a Mercer's servant espying his marmositicall Apishness, said, Oh if my master could have bowed but half so much, I am certainly persuaded that he had never broke.  

Too much of one thing oft proves good for nothing,  
And dainties in satiety, breed loathing:  
Th'ones flattery mingled with the others pride,  
Had served them both, both might live long unspide.    

(65)  
I Myself gave a book to King james once in the great Chamber at Whitehall as his Majesty came from the Chapel, the Duke of Richmond said merrily unto me, Taylor where did you learn the manners to give the King a book and not kneel? My Lord, said I, if it please your Grace, I do give now, but when I beg any thing than I will kneel.  

Be it to all men by these presents known,  
Men need not kneel to give away their own:  
I'll stand upon my feet when as I give,  
And kneel when as I beg more means to live:   

But some by this may under stand,  
That Courtier's ofiner kneel then stand.    

(66)  
THe trained Soldiers of a certain Shire which I could name, to the number of 6000 as they were mustering and drilling under their several Captains, a yeoman's, son being there as a raw soldier in his corslet, his father standing by, said, I vaith it does me much good at heart to ●●● how trim a vellow my son is in his hardness. The young fellow bearing his father's commendations of him, began very desperately to shake his pike, and looking exceeding grim, with a fearful, horrible, terrible countenance, said, O vatber, chad lather nor a groat that all we bade but one Spaniard here.  

One Spaniard 'mongst 6000, pirty 'twere,  
Better ten thousand Britain's bold were there,  
Led by brave Leaders, that might make Spain quake  
Like Vere, or Morgan, Essex, Blunt, or Drake.    

(67)  
ONe said that he could never have his health in Cambridge, and that if he had lived there till this time, he thought in his conscience that he had died seven years ago.  

I will not say the man that spoke so lied,  
Seven years ago, no doubt he might have died:  
He by his trade perhaps might be a dyer,  
And daily died to live, and been no liar.    

(68)  
A Country fellow was much grieved that he●●● had not gone seven miles to a marked town to have seen the Baboons: Why, sai●●● his wife, it is too fare to go and come in●●● day to see such babbles, especially 'tis too great●● a journey on foot. O, quoth he, I could h●●● gone thither with my neighbour Hobson ●●● foot, like a fool as I was, and I might hau●●● rid back upon my neighbour jobsons' mare●●● like an ass as I am.  

Thus in the preter tense a fool he was,  
And in the present tense he is an Ass;  
And in the future, fool and ass shall be,  
That goes or rides so far such fights to see.    

(69)  
THere was a lusty young Scholar preserre●●● to a Benefice in the Country, and common●● lie on Sundays and holy-days after evening prayer he would have a dozen bouts at cud●●● gels with the sturdiest youths in his parishing The Bishop of the Diocese hearing of it, ●●● for the parson, telling him that this beseem●●● not his profession and gravity, and if that ●●● did not desist from that unmeet kind of exercise, he would unbenefice him: Good my Lord, (said the Parson) I beseech you to conceive rightly of me, and I doubt not but my●●● playing at cudgels will be counted tolerable for I do it of purpose to edify the ruder for●●● of my people: How so, said the Bishop; Ma●●ry my Lord (quoth the Parson) whatsoever do reach them at morning & evening prayers I do bear fondly into their heads at cudgels afterward, for their better remembrance.  

I wish that all the Fencers in our Nation,  
Were only of this Parson's Congregation:  
That he his life and doctrine should explain:  
By beating them, whilst they beat him again.    

(70)  
A judge upon the Bench did ask as old man●●● how old he was: My Lord, said he, I am●●● eight and fourscore: And why not fourscore and eight, said the judge; the other replied, be●●● cause I was eight before I was fourscore. Eight  

●…all men may descry,  
●…eight first contrarily.  
●…if my Boots and Spures, I you beseech,  
●…spures and Boots is rather proper speech.    

(71)  
●…Fellow made his boast that he road ●●miles with one horse and never ●bit: that may be (quoth another) per●●● you rid him with a halter.  

Says, he that will swear will lie,  
●●● that will lie will S●eale by consequency.  
●…wearers are liars, liars most are thiefs,  
●…God help Tailors, and true Vndershrieves.    

(72)  
ONe saw a decayed Gentleman in a very ●…●●● bare cloak, said to him, Sir you ●…very watchful cloak on: Why, said ●●● Gentleman? the other answered, I ●●●thinke it had a good nap this seven ●…the Gentleman replied, and truly sir ●…thinkes you want a nap as well as my ●●● for you talk idly for want of sleep.  

●●all at Poncrty doth scoff,  
●●●his back the beggar's not far off.  
●…with flont, and bob with bob is quitted,  
●…●●● folly finely fitted.    

(73)  
●…A Diligent and learned Preacher on a Sunday ●…in the afternoon was preaching, whi●●●●…most of the zealous Vestry men, (for their ●●●●er edification) were fast asleep in their ●…in the mean space a young child cried ●●● aloud at the lower end of the Church which the Preacher hearing, called ●…the Nurse and said, Nurse, I pray thee still ●…childe, or else it may chance to awaken ●…●●me of the best men in our parish.  

●●●it Sermons, sure their brains are addle,  
●…them, and doth rock the cradle:  
●…●…iu, 'tis understood,  
●…binders them from doing good.    

(74)  
A Chorister or singing man at service in a Cathedral Church, was asleep when all his fellows were singing, which the Deane espying, sent a boy to him to waken him, and asked him why he did not sing? he being suddenly awaked, prayed the boy to thank master Deane for his kind remembrance, and to toll him, that he was as merry as those that did sing.  

There say he's wise that can himself keep warm,  
And that the man that sleeps well thinks no barm '  
He sung not, yet was in a merry mood,  
Like john Indifferent, did not harm nor good.    

(75)  
A Kind of clownish Gentleman had half a Brawn sent him against Christimas, he very liberally gave the servingman half a shilling that brought it: the Servingman gave the Porter that carried it eight pence before the Gentleman's face. Sirrah, said he, are you so prodigal to reward the Porter with eight pence, when I give you but six pence? thou bearest the mind of a prodigal Gallant, although by thy foot thou seemest a lubberly clown: Good sir, said the fellow, I confess I have a very clownish lubberly pair of feet, but yet I am persuaded that a pair of your worship's shoes would fit them well.  

Here's Boar and Brawn together are well met,  
He knew that giving was no way to get.  
The world gets somewhat by the prodigal,  
When as the Miser gets the devil and all.    

(76)  
A Griping Extortioner that had been a maker of beggars for the space of forty years, and by raising rents and oppression, had undone many families, faics on a time in anger to a poor fellow that had stolen a sheep of his, Ah villain, darest thou rob me, I vow and swear there is not so damned a rogue in the world as thou: to whom the fellow answered, I beseech your good worship remember yourself, and be good to me for God's sake, and for your own sake.  

This Rascal's eye is with a beam so blind,  
That in the poor man's he a moat can find:  
The Wolf himself, a temperate feeder deems;  
And every man too much himself esteems.    

(77)  
A Servingman and his mistress was landing at the Whitesryars' stairs, the stairs being very bad, a waterman offered to help the woman, saying, Give me your hand Gentlewoman I'll help you: to whom her man replayed, you saucy fellow place your words right, my mistress is no Gentlewoman, she is a Lady.  

All is not gold (they say) that glisters bright,  
Snow is not sugar, though it look as white:  
And ' 'tis approved to be true and common,  
That every Lady's not a Gentlewoman.    

(78)  
A Servingman going in haste in London, (minding his business more than his way) a Gallant justled him from the wall almost into the kennel: the fellow turned about, and asked the Gentleman why he did justle him so? the Gentleman said, Because he would not give the wall to a sancy knave. The Servingman replied, your worship is not of my mind, for I will.  

Here Pride that takes Humility in snuff,  
It well encountered with a counterbuff:  
One would not give the wall unto a knave,  
The other would, and him the wall he gave.    

(79)  
A justice of the Peace was very angry with a country yeoman, because he came not to him at his first sending for him; and after he had ●●●●●●ntifully bestowed two or three dozen of knaves upon him, he said to him, Sirrah, I will make you know that the proudest saucy knave that dwells under my command shall come before me when I send for him. I beseech your worship said the man, to pardon me, for I was afraid: afraid of what said the justice? of your worship answered the fellow Of me said the justice? why wast thou afraid of me? Because your worship looks soli●●● a Lion, said the man: a Lion quoth the justice? when didst thou see a Lion? may please your worship (the fellow replied) saw a Butcher bring one but yesterday to ●●● brook market, with a white face, and his four legs bound.  

This fellow was a knave, or fool, or both,  
Or else his wit was of but slender growth:  
He gave the white-faced Calf the Lion's style,  
The justice was a proper man she while.    

(80)  
divers Gentlemen being merry togethers at last one of their acquaintance came ●●● them (whose name was Samson) A ha', ●●● one of them, now we may be securely me●●●●●●ry, no Sergeant or Bailiff dare touch us, ●●● if a thousand Philistines come, here is Samson who is able to brain them all: to whoe●● Samson replied, Sir I may boldly venture ●●● against so many as you speak of, provided that you will lend me one of your law bones. ●●●   

(81)  
TWo Plasterers being at work for me●●● at my house in Southwark, did ma●●● times patch and daub out part of their day●● labour with prating, which I being digg●●● in my garden did overhear that their ●●● was of their wives, and how that if I were ab● (quoth one) my wife should ride in pomp●●● through London as I saw a Countess ride) yesterday: why quoth the other, how did she ride I pray? Marry, said he, in state, in ●●● Horslitter: O base, quoth the other, Hor slitter I protest as poor a man as I am, I would ●●● allowed my wife a threepeny truss of clean straw.   

(82)  
SIr Edward Dyer came to the town on so●●● business, just at the time as the Gate way newly shut, and the Warders going awayle with the keys, he looking through the ga●● called to one of them, saying, Ho fellow, ●●● ●●● way thee open the gate and let me in: None ●●● your fellow Sir, but a poor knave: Why ●●● said Sir Edward, I pray thee poor knave ●●● me in: nay, no knave neither, quoth the ●●● Warder. Why then said the Knight, he was ●●● that told me so.   

(83)  
ONe met his friend in the street, and told him he was very sorroy to see him look still, ask him what he ailed: he replied, that he was now well amended, but he had ●eene lately sick of the Pox: What Pox, the small pox, said his friend? Nay, ' quoth the other my mind was not so base; for I had the ●gest pox that I could get for my money.   

(84)  
AN honest Hostess of mine at Oxford roasted an old shoulder of a Ram, which in the ea●ing was as tough as a Buff jerkin: I did ask ●●● what the reason was that the mutton was ●●● tough: She said she knew not, except the ●●cher deceived her in the age of it, and she would tell him on both sides of his eats, like a ●eane as he was: Nay, quoth I, I think there is another fault in it which will excuse the ●cher for perhaps you roasted it with old ●●● in troth (quoth the hostess) it is like ●●gh; and my husband never doth other●●● but buy old stumps and knots which ●●● all the meat we either roast or boil, ●●● exceeding tough that no body can eat it.   

(85)  
ONe hearing a clock strike three when he thought it was not two, said, this Clock is like an hypocritical Puritan; for though he will not swear, yet he will lie abominably   

(86)  
DIcks Tarleton said that he could compare Queen Elizabeth to nothing more fitly then to a Sculler; for said he, Neither the Queen, nor the Sculler hath a fellow.   

(87)  
TWo obstinate rich fellows in Law (that had each of them more money than wit) by chance one of them coming out of Westminster Hall, met with his adversarid wit, to whom he said, in troth good woman I do much pity your case, in that it is your hard fortune that such a fool as your husband should have so discreet and modest wife. The woman replied, In truth Sir, I do grieve more, that so honest a wife as you have, should have such a wrangling knave to her husband.   

(88)  
A Poor labouring man was married and matched to a creature that so much used to scold waking, that she had much ado to refrain it sleeping, so that the poor man was so batterfanged and belaboured with tongue mettle, that he was weary of his life: at last, four or five women that were his neighbours (pitying his case) came in his absence to his house, to admonish and counsel his wife to a quiet behaviour towards her husband; telling her that she was a shame to all good women, in her bad usage of so honest a painful man: the woman replied to her neighbours, that she thought her husband did not love her, which was partly the cause that she was so froward towards him: why (said an old woman) I will show thee how thou shalt prove that he love's thee dear; do thou counterfeit thyself dead, and lie under the table, and one of us will fetch thy husband, and he shall find us heavy and grieving for thee? by which mean● thou shalt perceive by his lamentation for thee, how much he love's thee; this counsel was allowed and effected; when the poor man came home, he hearing the matter (being much oppressed with grief) ran under the table bemoaning the happy losle of his most kind vexation, and making as though he would kiss her, with a most loving embra●●● to make all sure, he broke her neck. The neighbours pitying the man's extreme passion, in compassion told him that his wife was not dead, and that all this was done but to make trial of his love towards her: whereupon they called her by her name, bidding her to rise, and that she had fooled it enough with her husband: but for all their calling, she lay still, which made one of the women to shake and jog her, at which the woman cried, alas she is dead indeed: why this it is, quoth her husband, to dissemble and counterfeit with God and the world.   

(90)  
A Planter of a College in Oxford possessing some crumbs of Logic and chip of Sophistry, making distribution of bread at the Scholar's table, one of the Scholars complained unto him that the bread were dough baked: Why, quoth he, so it should be, what else is the definition of bread, but dough baked?   

(91)  
A Miserable fellow in the country, did once a year use to invite his neighbours to dinner, and as they were one time sat, he bade them welcome, saying, that there was a sirloin of beef, that the Ox it came from cost 20. pound, and that there was a Capon that he paid 3. shillings 6. pence for, in the market: at which, a country yeoman sitting against the Capon, fell to and cut off a leg of it, (the rest of the guests being not yet past their roast beef) to whom the man of the house said, My friend, I pray thee eat some of this same sirloin: Oh sir, God forbidden, quoth the fellow, I am but a poor man, an ox of 20. pound price is too dear meat, a Capon of half a crown will serve my turn well enough, I thank you.   

(92)  
A Rich man told his nephew, that he had read a book called Lucius Apulcius, of the golden ass, and that he found there how Apulcius after he had been an ass many years, by eating of Roses he did recover his manly shape again, and was no more an ass: the young man replied to his uncle, Sir if I were worthy to advice you, I would give you counsel to eat a falled of Roses once a week yourself.   

(93)  
A Fellow having been married but fevers weeks, perceived his wife to be great with child, wherefore she desired him to buy ●●● cradle: shortly after he went to a Fair and bought ten cradles, and being demanded why he bought so many, he answered, that his wife would have use for them all in one year.   

(94)  
A Gentleman untrust and unbuttoned in ●●● cold winter morning, a friend of his told him that it was not for his health to go foo●● pen in the raw weather, and that he mused it did not kill him to go so oft untrust: to whom the other replied, Sir, you are of the mind of my Silkman, Mercer, or Tailor, for they find fault as you do, because I go so much on trust, but it is a fault I have naturally from my parents and kindred, and my creditors tell me that I do imitate my betters.   

(95)  
A justice of the Peace committed a fellow to prison, and commanded him away three or four times, but still the fellow entreated him. Sirrah (said the justice) must I bid you be gone so many times, and will you not go? The fellow answered, Sir, if your worship had bidden me to dinner or supper, I should in my poor manners not to have taken your offer under two or three bid, therefore I pray you blame me not if I look for four bid to prison.   

(96)  
A Great man kept a miserable house, so that his servants did always rise from the table with empty paunches, though clean licked platters: truly, said one of his men, I think my Lord will work miracles shortly, for though he practise not to raise the dead, or dispossess the devil; yet he goes about to feed his great family with nothing.   

(97)  
ONe said that Bias the Philosopher was the first Bowler; and that ever since the most part of Bowls do in memory of their original, wear his badge of remembrance, and very dutifully hold Bias. Now to tell you, this Bias was one of the 7. Sages or Wisemen of Gaeve My authors to prove him the inventor of Bowling, are Shamrooke, a famous Scythian Gimnosophist in his ninth book of Rubbing and Running; of which opinion Balductus the Theban Orator seems to be in his third Treatise of Court performances: the likeliest ●iecture is, that it was devised as an emblem to figure out the world's folly and unconstancy; for though a child will ride a stick or staff with an imagination that he iron horseback; or make pies of dirt, or houses of cards, feed with two spoons, and cry for three pieces of bread and butter, which childish actions are ridiculous to a man: yet this wise game of Bowling doth make the fathers surpass their children in apish toys and most delicate dogtrickes. As first for the pollures, first, handle your Bowl: secondly, advance your Bowl: thirdly, charge your Bowl: fourthly, aim your Bowl: fifthly, discharge your Bowl: sixthly, ply your Bowl: in which last posture of plying your Bowl, you shall perceive many varieties and th'inns as wring of the neck, lifting up of the shoulders, clapping of the hands, lying dowae of one side, running after the Bowl, making long dutiful scrapes and legs, (sometimes bareheaded) entreating him to flee, flee, ●●● (with pox on't when 'tis too short:) and though the Bowler be a Gentleman, yet there he may meet with attendant rooks, that sometimes will be his betters six to four, or two to one I do not know any thing fit to be compared to bowling then wooing, or ●●● for if they do not see one another in two days, they will say, Good Lord it is seven years since we saw each other, for Lovers do think that in absence time sleepeth, and in their presence that he is in a wild gallop: So a Bowler, although the Ally or mark be but thirty or forty paces, yet sometimes I have heard the Bowler cry rub, rub, rub, and swear and lie that he was gone an hundred miles, when the bowl hath been short of the block two yards, or that he was too short a thousand foot, when he is upon the head of the jacke, or ten or twelve foot beyond. In a word, there are many more several postures at bowls, than there are ridiculous idle tales or jests in my book. Yet are the bowlers very weak stomached, for they are ever casting: sometimes they give the stab, at the alley head, but God be thanked no blood shed, and sometimes they bestow a Pippin one upon the other, but no good Apple I'll assure you. The mark which they aim at hath sundry names and epithets, as a Block, a jacke, and a Mistress: a Block, because of his birth and breeding, showing by his mettle of what house he came; a jacke, because he being smoothed and gotten into some handsome shape, forgets the house he came of, suffering his betters to give him the often salute whilst he like jack sauce neither knows himself, nor will know his superiors. But I hold a Mistress to be the fittest name for it, for there are some that are commonly termed Mistresses, which are not much better than mine Aunts: and a Mistress is oftentimes a mark for every knave to have a fling at, every one strives to come so near her that he would kiss her: and yet some are short, some wide, and some over, and who so doth kiss, it may perhaps sweeten his lips, but I assure him it shall never fill his belly, but rather empty his purse. So much for bowling: that I fear me I have bowled beyond the mark.   

(98)  
A Minister riding into the west parts of England, happened to stay at a village on a Sunday, where he offered kindly to bestow a Sermon upon them: which the Constable hearing did ask the Minister if he were licenced to preach, yes quoth he that I am, and with that he drew out of a box his Licence, which was in Latin; truly said the Constable I understand no Latin, yet I pray you let me see it, I perhaps shall pick out here and there a word: No good sir, quoth the Minister, I will have no words picked out of it, for spoiling my Licence.   

(99) A Clinch.  
A Country man being demanded how such a River was called, that ran through their Country: he answered, that they never had need to call the River, for it always came without calling.   

(100)  
A Fellow having his book at the Sessions, was burnt in the hand, and was commanded to say, God save the King: the King, said he, God save my Grandam, that taught me to read, I am sure I had been hanged else.   

(101) Atoy to mock an Ape.  
IN Queen Elizabeth's days there was a fellow that wore a brooch in his hat, like a tooth drawer, with a Rose and Crowe and two letters: this fellow had a warrant from the Lord Chamberlain at that time to travel with an exceeding brave Ape which he had; whereby he got his living from time to time at markets and fairs; his Ape did always ride upon a mastiff dog and a man with a drum to attend him. It happened that these four travellers came to a town called L●●e in Cornwall, where the Inn being taken, the drum went about to signify to the people, that at such an Inn was an Ape of singular virtue and quality, if they pleased to bestow their time and money to see him: now the townsmen being honest labouring Fishers, and other painful functions, had no leisure to waste either time or coin in Ape-tricks, so that no audience came to the Inn, to the great grief of jack an Apes his master: who collecting his wits together, resolved to adventure to put a trick upon the town, whatsoever came of it; whereupon he took pen, ink, and paper, and wrote a warrant to the Mayor of the town, as followeth.  
These are to will and require you, and every of you with your wives and families, that upon the sight hereof, you make your personal appearance before the Queen's Ape, for it is an Ape of rank and quality, who is to be practised through her majestics dominions, that by his long experience amongst her loving subjects, he may be the better enabled to do her Majesty service hereafter; and hereof fail you not, as you will answer the contrary. etc.  
This warrant being brought to the Mayor, he sent for a shoemaker at the furthest end of the town to read it: which when he heard, he sent for all his brethren, who went with him to the town Hall to constult upon this weighty bustnesse. Where after they had sat a quarter of an hour, no man saying anything, nor any man knowing what to say: at last a young man that never had borne any office, said, Gentlemen, if I were fit to speak, I think (without offence, under correction of the worshipful) that I should soon decide this business; to whom the Mayor said, I pray good neighbour speak, for though you never did bear any office here, yet you may speak as wisely as some of us. Then sir, said the young man, my opinion is that this Ape carrier is a gibing scossing Knave, and one that doth purpose to make this town a jesting mocking stock throughout the whole Kingdom: for was it ever known that a fellow should be so impudent audacious as to send a Warrant without either name or date, to a Mayor of a town, to the Queen's Lieutenant, and that he with his brethren, their wives and families, should be all commanded to come before a jack-an-apes? My counsel is that you take him and his Ape, with his man, and his dog, and whip the whole mess or murrinall of them out of the town, which I think will be much for your credit if you do.  
At which words a grave man of the town being much moved, said, My friend you have spoken little better than treason, for it is the Queen's Ape, and therefore beware what you say; you say true, said ruaster Mayor, I muse who bade that saucy fellow come into our company, I pray thee my friend departed, I think you long to have us all hanged. So in brief he was put out of the doors, for they were no company for him. Well now what is to be done in this matter? Marry (said another Senior) we see by the Brooch in the man's hat that he is the Queen's man, and who knows what power a knave may have in the Court, to do poor men wrong in the Country let us go and see the Ape, it is but two pence a piece, and no doubt but it will be well taken, and if it come to the Queens, ear, ●hee will think us kind people that would sew so much duty to to her Ape, what may she think we would do to her Bears if they come hither? beside, it is above 200. miles to London, and if we should be complained on and fetched up with Pursinants', whereas now every man may escape for his two pence, ●e warrant it would cost us ten groats a piece at the least. This counsel passed currant, and all the whole droue of the townsmen, with wives and children, went to see the Ape, who was sitting on a table with a chain about his neck, to whom master Mayor (because it was the Queen's Ape) put off his hat, and made a leg, but jacke let him pass unregarded, ●●t mistress Mayoresse coming next in her deane linen held her hands before her belly, and like a woman of good breeding made a low curtsy, whilst jack (still Courtlike) although respected not the man, yet to express his courtesy to his wife, he put forth his now towards her and made a mouth, which the women perceiving, said, Husband I do think in my conscience that the Queen's Ape doth mock me: whereat jacke made another mouth at her, which master Mayor espying, was very angry, saying, Sirrah, thou Ape, I do see thy sauciness, and if the rest of the courtiers have no more manners than thou hast, than they have all been better fed then taught: and I will make thee know before thou goeft from hence that this woman is my wife, an ancient woman, and a midwife, and one that may be thy mother for age.  
In this rage master Mayor went to the Inn door, where jack-an-apes tutor was gathering of money, to whom he said, Sir, do you allow your Ape to abuse my wife? No sir, quoth the other not by any means: truly said the Mayor, there is witness enough within that have seen him make mops and mows at her, as if she were not worthy to wipe his shoes, and I will not so put it up, jacks tutor replied, Sir, I will presently give him condign punishment: and strait he took his Flanders blade, his Whip, and holding his Ape by the chain, he gave him half a dozen jerks, which made his teeth dance in his head like so many Virginal jacks. Which master Mayor perceiving, ran to him, and held his hands, saying, enough, enough, good sir, you have done like a Gentleman, let me entreat, you not to give correction in your wrath: and I pray you and your Ape after the Play is done, to come to my house and sup with me and my wife.   

(102)  
This Tale I writ on purpose to stick in the teeth of my proud, sqeamish, nice, critical header.  
A Country man brought his wife's water to a Physician, saying, Good morrow to your worship master, Confusion; Physician thou wouldst say, said the other truly, said the fellow, I am no scholar, but altogether unrude, and very ingrum, and I have here my wife's water in a pottle pot, beseeching your mastership to cast it: So the Physician took the water, which having put into an urinal and viewed it, he said, My friend, thy wife is very weak: truly, quoth he, I think she be in a presumption: a consumption thou wouldst say, said the Physician: I told you before (the fellow replied) that I do not understand your allegant speeches. Well, quoth the Doctor, doth thy wife keep her bed? No, truly sir, said he, she sold her bed a fortnight since: verily quoth the Doctor she is very costive: Costly said the man, your worship says true, for I have spent all that I have upon her almost. Said the Doctor, I do not say costly but costive: and I pray thee tell me, is she lose or bound? Indeed sir, said the man, she is bound to me during her life, and I am bound to her: yea but I pray thee, said the Doctor, tell me in plain terms how she goes to stool? truly, said the fellow, in plain terms she goes to stool very strangely, for in the morning it is so hard that your Worship can scarce bite it with your teeth, and at night it is so thin that you might eat it with a spoon.   

(103)  
GOod fellows having well washed their wits in wine at a tavern, one of them was importunate to be gone; to whom another of them said, I pray thee be patiented, talk no more of going, for if thou wilt sit still but a little, thou shalt find that we shall all be gone, though we stay here.   

(104)  
AN Idiot who dwelled with a rich uncle he had, was by a Courtier begged for a fool, which the fool perceiving ran home to his uncle's Parlour which was fairly hung with Tapestry hangings, and in every one of the hangings was the figure of a fool wrought. So the fool watching his opportunity, that no body was in the Parlour, he took a knife and cut the fool's pictures out of every hanging and went and hid them in a hay mow, which when his uncle came in and saw, he was very angry, demanded who had spoilt his hangings? Ah nuncle, said the Idiot, I did cut out all the fools, for there is a great man at Court that hath begged me for a fool, and he would have all the rich fools he can hear of, therefore did I cut them all out of your hangings, and I have hid them where I think he will not find them in haste.   

(105)  
A Fellow being scolded at by his Wife, would make her believe he would drown himself; and as he went toward the river, his Wife followed him desiring him to forbear, or at the least to let her speak with him; well, quoth he, speak briefly, for I am in haste; then husband said she, seeing you will drown yourself let me entreat you to take my counsel, which is, that you cast not yourself into this shallow place here, for it will grieve my heart to see how long you will be a dying: but go with me a little way● and I will show you a deep place, where you shall be dispatched presently.   

(106)  
A Woman in Scotland lay dying, to whom her husband said, Wife now thou art about to leave me alone, I pray thee tell me with whom shall I marry. She replied, are you in haste to marry before the breath be out of my body, then marry the devil's dam: not so● wife, said he, I have had his daughter already, and if I should match with his mother too, than I should be guilty of incest.   

(107)  
THere was a Gentleman that was of a very hasty disposition, so that he would fre● and chase almost at all things, and be seldom pleased with any thing, and withal was a great Tobacco taker: and as one time he beat and kicked his man, the fellow ran from him, and told one of his fellows that he thought his master was transformed into Brawn, for he was all Choler, and that he thought the reason of his kicking was, because he drank Colts-foot among his Tobacco.   

(108)  
A Doctor of Physic in Italy asked a waterman if he might go well by water over the River Po, the fellow told him, yea: but the Doctor when he came to the water side, and saw it was a little rough weather, was very angry, and said, You Watermen are the veriest knaves in the world, for to gain six pence you care not to cast a man away: to whom the Waterman replied, Sir it appears we are men of a cheaper function and better conscience than you; for you sometimes will not cast a man away under forty, fifty, or one hundred crowns.   

(109)  
ONe borrowed a cloak of a Gentleman, and met one that knew him, who said, I think I know that cloak: it may be so, said the other, I borrowed it of such a Gentleman: the other told him that it was too short: yea, but quoth ●● that had the cloak, I will have it long enough before I bring it home again.   

(110)  
A Poor woman's husband was to be hanged at the town of Lancaster, and on the execu●●●●ay she entreated the Shrieve to be good ●● her and stand her friend: the Shrieve said that he could do her no hurt, for her husband was condemned and judged by the Law, and therefore hee● must suffer, Ah good master Shrieve, said the woman, it is not his life that ●●●● but because I have fare home, and my ●●●e is old and stiff, therefore I would entreat you to do me the favour to let my husband be hanged first.   

(111)  
ONe came into a College in a University, and asked how many Fellows belonged to the house ●● another replied, that there were more good fellows then good ●●●●llers two to one.   

(112)  
A Fellow being drunk, was brought before a justice, who committed him to prison: and the next day when he was to be discharged he was come to the justice again, who ●●● to him, Sirrah, you were not drunk the last night: your Worship says true, said the know. Yea, but you were drunk, said the justice, and you did abuse me, and said I was awise justice: the fellow replied, If I said so, I think I was drunk indeed, and I cry your Worship mercy, for I will never do you that wrong when I am sober.   

(113)  
A Spaniard having but one eye chanced to meet a man in the field, where drawing both their Rapiers, the other man with an infortunate thrust struck out the other eye of the Spaniard, whereat the blind man suddenly castdowne his Rapiers, saying, Buonas noches, which in the Spanish tongue is good night.   

(114)  
A Reverend Preacher once reproved his Au●●ors for sleeping at his Sermons, but ●●● said he I pray you do not refrain coming to Church though you do sleep, for God Almighty may chance to take some of you napping.   

(115)  
A Sailor was absent on a voyage three years, in the mean space his wife had a boy of 20. months old to entertain him withal at his return: the Sailor fa●d, Wife, whose child is this? marry husband (quoth she) it is mine, and God sent, it me in your absence. To which the man replied, I will keep this child because God sent him, but if God send me any more on that fashion, he shall keep them himself.   

(116)  
A Young fellow being newly married, having been from home, came suddenly into his house, and found his wife at foul play with another man: the poor young Cuckold ran presently and told his wife's father all the business, who replied thus; Son I married her mother, and I tell thee plain that thy wife seems to be her daughter in conditions as well as feature, for I have taken her mother many times in that manner, and no warning would serve her, till in the end age made her leave it, and so will thy wife do when she is old and past it.   

(117)  
THree Gossips in a Tavern, chatting over a pint of Sherry, said one of them, I muse whereabouts a Cuckold's horns do grow; quoth the second, I think they do grow in the pole or nape of the neck; verily, quoth the third, I do think it to be true, for my husband's bands are always worn out behind.   

(118)  
ONe called a Whore lazy jade, content yourself, quoth another, as lazy as she seems, she is able to carry a man quick to the devil.   

(119)  
A Company of Neighbours that dwelled all in one row in one side of a street, one of them said, Let us be merry, for it is reported that we are all Cuckolds that dwell on our side of the street (except one) one of the women sat musing, to whom her husband said (wife) what all a mort, Why art thou so sad? no, quoth she. I am not sad, but I am studying which of our neighbours it is that is not a Cuckold.   

(120)  
A Gentleman being in a house of iniquity, or Couzen-German to a Bawdy-house, the room being very dark, he called a loud for a light Huswife; to whom a wench made answer, I come Incontinent.  

He calls for light, she understood him right,  
For she was vanity which made her light:  
She said, she would, Inconcinent attend,  
To make her continent, she needs to mend.    

(121)  
TWo Maids (or servants) dwelling in a house together, the one of them having occasion to use a steel, smoothing Iron, or some such kind of Laundry instrument, and having sought it, and not finding it, said to her fellow, thou dost mislay everything in the house, and art so busy a baggage that thou canst let nothing stand; to which the other answered, and you are so wayward and tasty, that a little thing troubles you, and puts you in a great anger.   

(122)  
IN a time of peace, a Captain being in company, where after dinner there was dancing, with whom a Gentlewoman was desirous to dance, the Captain said, he was made to fight, and not to dance: to whom she answered, that it were good that he were oiled & hanged up in an Armoury till there were occasion to use him.   

(123)  
ONe asked a huffing Gallant why he had not a Lookingglass in his Chamber; he answered, he durst not, because he was often angry, and then he looked so terribly that he was fearful to look upon himself.   

(124)  
THere was a fellow that (not for his goodness) was whipped at a Cart's tail, and in his execution he draw backward, to whom a Gentleman (in pity) said, Fellow, do not draw back, but press forward, and thy execution and pains will be the sooner passed and done; to whom the Rogue answered, It is my turn now, when thou art whipped, do thou go as thou wilt, and now I will go as I please.   

(125)  
ONe said, that he had travailed so fare that he had laid his hand upon the hole where the wind came forth: a second said, that he had been at the farthest edge of the world, and driven a nail quite thorough it: the third replied, that he had been further, for he was then on the other side of the world, and clenched that nail.   

(126)  
THere was a Pope, who being dead, it is said that he came to heaven gate and knocked, Saint Peter (being within the gate) asked who was there? The Pope answered, brother it is I, I am the last Pope deceased; Saint Peter said, if thou be the Pope, why dost thou knock, thou having the keys mayst unlock the gate and enter? The Pope replied, saying, that his predecessors had the keys, but since their time the wards were altered.   

(127)  
A Rich Miser, being reviled by a poor man, whom he had oppressed, the rich man said, Thou dog, leave thy barking: the poor man answered, that he had one quality of a good dog, which was, to bark when he saw a thief.   

(128)  
A Man being deeply in play at dice, having lost much money, his son (a little lad) being by him, wept, quoth the father, Boy, why dost thou weep? the boy answered, that he had read that Alexander the Great wept when he heard that his father (King Philip) had conquered many Cities, Towns and Territories, fearing that he would leave him ●●hing to win; and I weep the contrary ●ay (quoth the boy) for I fear that my father will leave me nothing to lose.   

(129)  
AN Oppressor having field all the trees in a Forest, which for a long time had been ●●e relief of many poor people, said, that it was as good as a Comedy to him to see the trees fall, to whom a poor man said, I ●●pe as thou makest a Comedy of our miseries, that three of those trees may be reserved ●●●●●ish a Tragedy for thee and thy Children.   

(130)  
ONe lamented his friends hard fortune, that being raised to a place of honour, his grown senseless, forgetting all his old similar acquaintance, and so fare from knowing any man, that he knew not himself.   

(131)  
THe Plough surpasseth the Pike, the Harrow excelleth the Halberd, the Coulter ex●●deth the Cuttleaxe, the Goad is better ●● the Gun; for the one sort are the instruments of life and profit, and the other are the engines of death, and all kinds of cala●●ries.   

(132)  
A Poor man is in two extremes: first, if he ●●● he dies with shame; secondly, if he ●●● not, he dies with hunger.   

(133)  
ONe being in office, was reproved for negligence; his excuse was, that it was his best policy to be idle; for if he should do ●●●, he should displease God, and if he should ●●e well should offend men: to whom one answered, you ought to do your duty, for ●● well doing you shall please God, and in ill ●●●ing you shall please men.   

(134)  
Women take great pleasure to be sued to, though they never mean to grant.   

(135)  
ONe said that Suitors in Law were mortal, and their suit immortal, and that there is more profit in a quick denial, then in a long dispatch.   

(136)  
A Traveller was talking what a goodly City Rome was, to whom one of the company said, that all Rome was not in Italy, for we had too much Rome in England.   

(137)  
A Country fellow came into Westminster Hall, where one told him that the roof of it was made of Irish wood, and that the nature of it was such, that no Spider would come near it, and he said (further) that in Ireland no Toad, Snake, or Caterpillar can live, but that the earth or the trees will destroy them: Ah (quoth the Country man) I wish with all my heart that the Benches, Bars and Flooring were all made of such earth and wood, and that all Coaches, Barges, and Wherries were made of Irish Oak that all our English Caterpillars might be destroyed.   

(138)  
MAster Thomas Coriat (on a time) complained against me to King james, desiring his Majesty that he would cause some heavy punishment to be inflicted upon me, for abusing him in writing (as he said I had) to whom the King replied, that when the Lords of his honourable Privy Council had leisure, and nothing else to do, than they should hear and determine the differences betwixt Master Coriat the Scholar, and john Taylor the Sculler: which answer of the King, was very acceptable to Master Coriat. Whereupon I made this following petition to the King.    

TO THE KING'S MOST Excellent Majesty.  
The humble petition of john Tailor your  
●…  
●…  
I beg thou wilt be graciously inclined  
To read these lines my rustic pen compile:  
Know (Royal Sir) Tom Coriate works the wile,  
Your high displeasure on my head to bring  
●…  
Did hear the cause of two offending Harlots.  
So, I beseech thee (Great) great Britain's King,  
To do the like for two contending Varlets  
●…  

A Ribble ●●bble of Gossips.  
THe space of a ●orting he from the Bearbaiting ●… stulted by the right reverend Matron, madam Isabel that Katherine should go no more a maying ●… spoons; now old Sibyl all this while sat mumping like a gib Cat, and on the sudden: she starts up and thrusts Charity out of doors to take up her lodging where she could get it well being much offended to see Margot in●●●… it, and bade her tell Alice that unless she tool●● heed the pot would run over and the fat lie in the fire; at this ●●●●… Now in the heat of all this business Bar●●● tells Frances how there is good ale at the labo● in vain: the matter being brought to this pass Winisrit says that her goddaughter ●●●●● newly brought, ●●● (God bless the child) and ●●● Constance the Comfit maker wife, at the ●●● of the Spider's leg must be ●… dress to have taken measure of a pair of Cuffs for her maid Darcas: Now to conclude the ●●●●…●●ry kindly batled her penny with her at ●●● big. Well quoth Sara all this wind shakes ●●● corn, and I should have in a starching mistress ●… toward so good a conclusion, let's ●en have th●● other pint before we go, truly says lave the motion is not to be misliked, what say, ●●●●●●● I would go ●●●●●…●●●     

ADOGGE OF WAR, OR, The Travels of Drunkard, the famous Cur of the Round Woollstaple in Westminster. His services in the Netherlands, and lately in FRANCE, with his home return.  

The Argument.  
AN honest, well-knowing and well-known Soldier, (whose name for some Reasons I conceal) dwelled lately in Westminster, in the round Woolstaple, he was a man only for Action, but such Action as Loyalty did always justify, either for his Prince, Country ●●● their Dear and near Friends or Alltes, in such noble designs he would and did often ●●●ch courage, and good Approvement employ himself in the Low-Countries, having always ●●th him a little black Dog, whom he called Drunkard; which Cur would (by no ●●●es) ever for sake or leave him. But lately in these French Wars, the Dog being in the ●●● i● RHEA, where his, Master (valiantly fight) was unfortunately slain, whose ●●● was grieved for by as many as knew him; and as the Corpse lay dead, the poor loving ●●lesse Dog would not forsake it, until an English Soldier pulled off his Master's Coat, ●● the Dog followed to a Boat, by which means became back to Westminster, where be ●●● remains. Upon whose side ●●● (for the love jowed his deceased Master) I have writ these ●●●ing lines, to express my Abaction to the Proverb, Love me and love my Hound; ●●●e a little rubbed our Gull●gallrnt Roarers over the Coxcombs, and withal I have not ●●● our nosewise Pr●eisiant●●●● Dog Drunkard do a little snap at them, I hold it ●●● wisest way to be silent and put it up, but if they will be maundering, let them expect what ●●●●●●●●●●   

To the Reader.  

REader if you expect from hence,  
For overplus of wit or Sense,  
I deal with no such Traffic:  
Heroics and iambics I,  
My Buskinde Muse hath laid them by,  
Pray be content, with Saphicke.   

Drunkard the Dog my Patron is,  
And he doth love me well for this,  
Whose love I take for Guerdon;  
And he's a Dog of Mars, his Train.  
Who hath seen men and Harses slain,  
The like was never heard on.    

A Dog of War:  

STand clear, my master's ware your shins,  
For now to bark my Muse gins,  
'Tis of a Dog, I writ now:  
Yet let me tell you for excuse,  
That Muse or Dog, or Dog or Muse,  
Have no intent to bite now.   

In dogg●●●● Rhymes my Lines are writ,  
As for a Dog I thought it fit,  
And fitting best his Carcase.  
Had I been silent as a Stoic,  
Or had I writ in Verse Heroic,  
Then had I been a Starke A●●●.   

Old Homer wrote of Frogs and Mice,  
And Rablays wrote of nits and Lice.  
And Virgil of A Fly.  
One wrote the Treatise of the Fox,  
Another praised the Frenchman's Pox,  
Whose praise was but a Lye.   

Great Alexander had a Horse,  
A famous Beast of mighty force  
Y cleped Bucophatel:  
He was a stone and flurdi● Steed.  
And of an excellent Race and Breed.  
But that concerns not us.   

I lift not write the babble praise  
Of Apes, or Owls, or Popinjaies,  
Or of the Cat Gr●●●  
●●● of a true and trusty Dog,  
Who well could faun, ●●● never cog,  
His praise my Pen must walk in.   

●●d Drunkard he is falsely named,  
For which that Vice he ne'er was blamed,  
For he love's not god Ba●●bus,  
The Kitchen he esteems norre dear,  
Then Cellars full of Wine or Bear,  
Which oftentimes doth wrack us.   

●ee is no Mastiff, huge of him  
Or Water-spaniel, that can swim,  
For bloodhound or no Setter:  
No Bobtail ●yke, or Trandle-taile,  
Nor can the Partridge spring or Quail  
●●● yet he is much better.   

●● Dainty Lady's filling-Hound,  
That lives upon our ●●● Ground,  
For Mongrel Cur or Shog:  
●●ould Litters, or whole Kennels dare,  
●ith honest Drunkard to compare,  
My●, pen writes marry fough.   

The Otter Hound, the Fox Hound, nor  
The swift foot Greyhound cared he for,  
Nor Cerberus' Hell's Bandog;  
His service proves them  
Curs and Tikes,  
●●d his renown a terror strikes,  
In Water dog and Land dog.   

'Gainst brave Buquoy, or stout Dampiere,  
He durst have barked withouten fear,  
Or against the hot Count Tilly:  
At Bergen Leaguer and Bredha,  
Against the Noble Spinola,  
He showed himself not silly.   

He served his Master at commands,  
In the most warlike Netherlands,  
In Holland, Zealand, Brabant,  
He to him still was true and just,  
And if his fare were but a Crust,  
He patiently would knab on't.   

He durst t'have stood stern A●ax frown,  
When wise Ulysses talked him down  
In grave Dubus illis,  
When he by cunning prating won  
The Armour, from fierce Telamon,  
That longed to Achilles:   

Brave Drunkard, oft on God's dear ground,  
took such poor lodging as he found,  
In Town, Field, Camp or cortage  
His Bed but cold, his diet thin,  
He oft in that poor case was in,  
To want both Meat and Portage.   

Two rows of Teeth for  
Arms be boar,  
Which in his mouth he always wore,  
Which served to fight and feed too:  
His grumbling for his Drum did pass,  
And barking (loud) his Ordnance was,  
Which helped in time of need too.   

His Tail his Ensign he did make,  
Which he would oft display, and shake,  
Fast in his Poop upreared:  
His Powder hoc, but somewhat dank,  
His Shot in (sent) most dangerous rank,  
Which sometimes made him feared:   

Thus hath he long served near and fare,  
Well known to be A Dog of War,  
Though he ne'er shot with Musket;  
Yet Cannons roar, or Culverings,  
That whizzing through the welkin sings,  
He slighted as a Puss-cat.   

For Guns, nor Drums, nor Trumpets clang,  
Nor hunger, cold, nor many a pang,  
Can make him leave his Master:  
In joy, and in adversity,  
In plenty, and in poverty,  
He often was a Taster.   

Thus sorued he on the Belgia Coast,  
Yet ne'er was heard to to brag or boast,  
Or services done by him:  
He is no Pharisey to blow  
A Trumpet, his good deeds to show,  
'Tis pity to be●ie him.   

At last he home returned in peace,  
Till wars, and jars, and scars increase  
Twixt us, and France, in malice:  
Away went he and crossed the Sea,  
With's Master, to the Isle of Rhea,  
A good way beyond Calais.   

He was so true, so good, so kind,  
He scorned to stay at home behind,  
And leave his Master frustrate;  
For which, could I like Ovid write,  
Or else like Virgil could indite,  
I would his praise illustrate.   

I wish my hands could never stir,  
But I do love a thankful Cur,  
More than a Man ingrateful:  
And this poor dog's fidelity,  
May make a thankless Knave descry,  
How much that vice is hateful.   

For why, of all the faults of Men,  
Which they have got from Hell's black den,  
Ingratitude the worst is:  
For treasons, murders, incests, rapes,  
Nor any sin in any shapes,   

●●● nor so accursed is.  
●ope I shall no ●ger gain,  
●●●doe write a word, or twain,  
●ow this dog was distressed:  
●●● master being wounded dead,  
●●●, cut and slashed, from heel to head,  
●ke how he was oppressed,   

● o lose him that he loved most,  
●●● be upon a foreign Coast,  
Where no man would relieve him:  
He licked his Master's wounds in love,  
●●d from his Carcase would not move,  
Although the sight did grieve him.   

By chance a Soudier passing by,  
That did his master's Coat espy,  
●●d quick away he took it;  
●●t Drunkard followed to a Boat,  
To have again his Master's Coat.  
●●ch theft he could not brook it.   

●o after all his woe and wrack,  
To Vistminster he was brought back,  
●●● poor half starved Creature;  
And in remembrance of his cares,  
Upon his back he dosely wears,  
A Mourning Coat by nature.  
Live Drunkard, sober,  
Drunkard live,  
I know thou no offence wlt give,  
Thou art a harmless dumb thing;  
And for thy love I'll freely grant,  
Rather than thou shouldst ever want,  
Each day to give thee something.   

For thou hast got a good report,  
Of which there's many a Dog comes short,  
And very few Men, gain it;  
Though they all dangers bravely bide,  
And watch, fast, fight, run, go and rde,  
Yet hardly they attain it.   

Some like Dominical Letters go,  
In Scarlet from the top to toe.  
Whose valours talk and smoke all.  
Who make (God sink'em) their discourse.  
Refuse, Renounce, or Dam, that's worse,  
I wish a halter choke all.   

Yet all their talk is Bastinado,  
Strong Armado Hot Scalado,  
Smoking Trinidado  
Of Canvasado, palizado  
Of the secret Ambuscado,  
Boasting with Bravado.   

If Swearing could but make a Man,  
Then each of these is one that can  
With oaths, an Army scatter:  
If Oaths could conquer Fort, or Hold,  
Then I presume these Gallants could  
With Brags, a Castle batter.   

Let such but think on Drunkard's fame,  
And note therewith their merits blame,  
How both are universal;  
Then would such Coxcombs blush to see  
They by a dog outstriped should be,  
Whose praise is worth rehearsal.   

The times now full of danger are,  
And we are round engaged in war,  
Our foes would fain distress us:  
Yet may a stubborn miser knave,  
Will give no Coin his  
Throat to save,  
If he were stored like Croesus.   

These hidebound Varlets, worse than Turks,  
Top full with Faith, but no Good works,  
A crew of fond Precise-men;  
In factions, and in emulation,  
Caterpillars of a Nation,  
Whom few esteem. for wise men.   

But leaving such to mend, or end:  
Back to the Dog my Verse doth bend,  
Whose worth, the subject mine is:  
Though thou a dogs life here dost lead,  
Let not a dogs death strike thee dead:  
And make thy fatal Finis.   

Thou shalt be Stelliside by me,  
I'll make the Dog-star wait on thee,  
And in his tomb I'll seat thee:  
When sol doth in his Progress swinge,  
And in the Dog-days hotly sing,  
He shall not over heat thee.   

So honest Drunkard now adieu,  
Thy praise no longer I'll pursue,  
But still my love is to thee:  
And when thy life is gone and spent,  
These Lines shall be thy Monument,  
And shall much service do thee.   

I loved thy master, so did all  
That knew him, great and small,  
And he did well deserve it:  
For he was honest, valiant, good,  
And one that manhood understood,  
And did till death preserve it:   

For whose sake, I'll his Dog prefer,  
And at the Dog at Westminster,  
Shall Drunkard be a Bencher;  
Where I will set a work his chaps,  
Not with bare bones, or broken scraps,  
But Victuals from my Trencher.   

All those my Lines that Illdigast,  
Or madly do my meaning wrest,  
In malice, or derision:  
Kind Drunkard, prithee bite them all,  
And make them reel from wall to wall,  
With Wine, or Maults incision.  
I know when foes did fight or parley,  
Thou valiantly wouldst grin and snarl,  
Against an Army adverse;  
Which made me bold, with rustic Pen,  
Stray here and there, and back again,  
To blaze thy fame in mad Verse.   

It was no Avaritious scope,  
Or flattery, or than windy hope  
Of any fee, or stipend:  
For none, nor yet for all of these,  
But only my poor self to please,  
This mighty Volume I Penned   

ANNO.  
This Series writ the day and year,  
That Seacoales were exceeding dear.    

THus the old Proverb is fulfilled, A Dog shall have his day: And this Dog hath not out lived his Reputation, but (to the perpetual renown of himself, and good example of his own begotten Puppies) he hath his bright day of Fame perspicuously shining.  
I read in Anthony Guevaroa his Golden Epistles, that the Great Alexander buried his Horse; that the Emperor Augustus made a stately Monument for his Parrot: and that Heliogabalus did embaulme and entomb his Sparrow. Happy were those Creatures in dying before their Masters: I could with all my heart have been glad that Drunkard's fortune had been the like, upon the condition that I had paid for his Burial.  
But to speak a little of the nature of Beasts, and of the service and fidelity of Dogs toward their Masters: Quintus Curtius writes, that the Elephant whereon Porus the Indian King road in the Battle against Alexander, when the King was beaten down to the ground, that the Elephant drew his Master with his Trunk out of the danger of the Fight, and so saved him  
A Groom of the Chamber to French King Francis the first, was murdered in the Forest of Fountein Bellcau, but the said Groom had a Dog, who afterward (in the presence of the King and all the Court) did tear the Murderer in pieces.  
Amongst the Wattermen at the Blackfriars, there lately was a little Bitch that Whelped or Littered in the Lane under a bench, the Men perceived that she had more Puppies than she could sustain, did take three of them and cast them into the Thames, (the water being high) but the next day, when the water was ebbed away, the Bitch went down the stairs, and found her three drowned Puppies, when presently she digged a deep pit in the ground, and drew them into it one after an other, and then scraped the gravel upon them and so hid them.  
I could produce and relate many of these examples and accidents, but they are so frequent and familiar, that almost every man hath either known or hard of the like. But chiefly for the Dog, he is in repuest above all Beasts, and by and from Dogs our Separatists and Amsterdamians, and our Precise despisers of all honest and laudable Recreations may see their errors: For of all the Creatures, there are most diversity in the shapes and forms of Dogs; of all which, there are but two sorts that are useful for Man's profit, which two are the Mastiff, and the little Cur, Whippet, or House-dogge; all the rest are for pleasure and recreation; so likewise is the Mastiff for Bear and Bull: But the Water-spaniel, Land-spaniell, Greyhound, Fox-hound, Buck-hound, Bloodhound, Otterhound, Setter, Tumbler, with Shove and Dainty, my Ladies delicate Fisting hound; all these are for pleasure: by which we may perceive that Man is allowed lawful and honest recreation, or else these Dogs had never been made for such uses.  
But many pretty ridiculous aspersions are cast upon Dogs, so that it would make a Dog laugh to hear and understand them As I have heard a Man say, I am as hot as a Dog, or, as cold as a Dog; I sweat like a Dog, (when indeed a Dog never sweats,) as drunk as a Dog, he swore like a Dog: and one told a Man once, That his Wife was not to be believed, for she would lie like a Dog; marry (quoth the other) I would give twelve pence to see that trick, for I have seen a Dog to lie with his Nose in his Tail.   
FINIS.   

The World runs on wheels: OR, Odds betwixt Carts and Coaches.  

The meaning of the Emblem.   
THe Devil, the Flesh, the World doth Man oppose,  
And are his mighty and his mortal foes:  
The Devil and the whorish Flesh draws still.  
The World on wheels runs after with good will.  
For that which we the World may justly call,  
(I mean the lower Globe Terrestrial)  
Is (as the Devil, and a Whore doth please)  
Drawn here and there, and every where, with ease.  
Those that their Lives to virtue here do frame,  
Are in the World, but yet not of the same.  
Some such there are, whom neither Flesh or Devil  
Can wilfully draw on to any evil:  
But for the World, as 'tis the World, you see,  
It●●● on wheels, and who the Palfreys be.  
Which Emblem to the Reader doth display,  
The Devil and Flesh run swift away.  
The Chained ensnared World doth follow fast,  
Till All into Perditions pit be cast.  
The Picture topsy-turvy stands h●wwaw:  
The World turned upside down, as all men know  

TO The Noble Company of Cordwainers, the worshipful Company of Sadlers and Woodmongers: To the worthy, honest and laudable Company of Watermen; And to the Sacred Society of Hackney-men; And finally, to as many as are grieved and unjustly impoverished, and molested with the World's running on Wheels.  
GEntlemen and Yeomen, marvel not that I writ this Pamphlet in Prose now, having beforetimes set forth so many Books in Verse: The first reason that moved me to write thus, was because I was Lame, and durst not write Verses, for sear they should be infected with my Grief, and be lame too. The Second Reason is, because that I find no good rhyme for a Coach, but Broach, Roach, Encroach, or such like. And you know that the Coach hath overthrown the good use of the Broach and Broach-turner, turning the one to Racks, and the other to jacks, quite through the Kingdom. The Roach is a dry bish, much like the unprofitable profit of a Coach; it will cost more the dressing and appurtenances then 'tis worth. For the word Encroach, I think that best befits it, for I think never such an impudent proud, sa●cie Intruder or Encroacher came into the world as a Coach is; for it hath driven many honest Families out of their Houses, many Knights to Beggars, Corporations to poverty, Almesd●sd●s ●●● to all misdeeds, Hospitality to extortion, Plenty to famine, Humility to pride, Compassion to oppression, and all Earthly goodness almost to an utter confusion.  
These have been the causes why I writ this Book in Prose, and Dedicated it to all your good Companies, knowing that you have borne a heavy share in the Calamity which these hired Hackney bell-Carts have put this Commonwealth unto; For in all my whole Discourse, I do not enueigh against any Coaches that belong to persons of worth or quality, but only against the Carter pillar swarm of hirelings; they have undone my poor Trade, whereof I am in Member, and though I look for no reformation yet I expect the benefit of an old proverb, (Give the losers leave to speak.) I have imbroadered it with mirth, Quilted it with material stuff, Laced it with similitudes; Sowed it with comparisons, and in a word, so played the Tailor with it, that I think it will fit the wearing of any honest man's Reading, attention, and liking; But howsoever, I leave both it and myself to remain.  
Yours as you are mine, john Taylor.   

The World runs on Wheels.  
WHat a Murrain, what piece of work have we here? The World runs a wheels? On my Conscience my Dungcart will be most unsavorly offended with it: I have heard the words often, The World runs on Wheels; what like Pompey's Bridge at Ostend? The great Gridyron in Christ-church, The Landscapes of China, or the new found Instrument that goes by winding up like a jacke, that a Gentleman entreated a Musician to Rost him Seliengers Round upon it? Ha! how can you make this good Master Poet? I have heard that the World stands stock still, and never stirs, but at an Earthquake; and than it trembles at the wickedness of the Inhabitants, and like an old Mother, groans under the misery of her ungracious Children: well, I will buy this volume of invention for my Boys to read at home in an Evening when they come from School, there may be some goodness in it: I promise you truly I have found in some of these Books very shrewd Items; yea, and by your leave, somewhat is found in them now and then, which the wisest of us all may be the better for: though you call them Pamphlets, to tell you true, I like 'em better that are plain and merrily written to a good intent, than those who are purposely stuffed and studied, to deceive the world, and undo & Country, That tells us of Projects beyond the Moon, of Golden Mines, of Devices to make the Thames run on the North side of London (which may very easily be done, by removing London to the Bankside) of planting the I'll of Dogs with Whiblins, Corwhichets, Mushrooms and Tobacco. Tut I like none of these, Let me see, as I take it, it is an invective against Coaches, or a proof or trial of the Antiquity of Carts and Coaches: 'tis so, and God's blessing light on his hart that wrote it, for I think never since Pheton broke his neck, never Land hath endured more trouble and molestation than this hath, by the continual rumbling of these upstart 4. wheeled Tortoises, as you may perhaps find anon: For as concerning the Antiquity of the Cart, I think it beyond the limits of Record or writing. Besides, it hath a Reference or allusion to the Motion of the Heavens, which turns upon the Equinoctial Axletree, the two wheels being the Arctic and Antarctic Poles. Moreover, though it be poetically feigned, that the Sun (whom I could have called Phoebus, Titan, Apollo, Sok, or Hyperion) is drawn by his four ho● and headstrong Horses (whose names as I take it are) AEolus, AEthon, Phlegon, and Pyrois: Yet do I not find that Triumphant, Refulgent extinguisher of darkness is Coached, but that he is continully carted through the twelve signs of the Zodiaque.  
And of Copernicus his opinion were to be allowed, that the Firmament with the Orbs and Planets did stand unmoveable, and that only the Terrestrial Globe turns round daily, according to the motion of Time, yet could the World have no resemblance of a foure-wheeled Coach; but in all reason it must whir●● round but upon one Axletree, like a twowheelde Cart.  
Nor can the searching eye, or most admirable Art of Astronomy, ever yet find, that a Coach could attain to that high exaltation of honour, as to be placed in the Firmament: It is apparently seen, that Charles his Cart (which we by custom call Charles his Wain) is most gloriously stellifide, where in the large Circumference of Heaven, it is a most useful and beneficial Sea-mark (and sometimes a Landmark too) guiding and directing in the right way, such as travail on Neptunos' wayless Bosom, and many which are often benighted in wild and desert passages, as myself can witness upon New market heath, where if that good ●●● had not Carted me to my Lodging, I and my Horse might have wandered, I know not whither.  
Moreover, as Man is the most noblest of all Creatures; and all fourfooted Beasts are ordained for his use and service; so a Cart is the Emblem of a Man, and a Coach is the Figure of a Beast; For as Man hath two legs, a Cart h●●h two wheels: The Coach being (in the like ●●●) the true resemblance of a Beast, by which is parabolically demonstrated unto us, that as much as Men are superior to Beasts, so much are honest and needful Carts more nobly to be regarded esteemed, above needless, upstart, dunstical, and Time troubling Coaches.  
And as necessities and things, whose commodious uses cannot be wanted, are to be respected before Toys and trifles (whose beginning is Folly, continuance Pride, and whose end is Ruin) I say as necessity is to be preferred before superfluity, so is the Cart before the Coach; For Stones, Timber, Corn, Wine, ●eete or any thing that wants life, there is a ●●● they should be carried, because they are dead things and cannot go on foot, which necessity the honest Cart doth supply: But the coach, like a superfluous babble, or uncharitable ●●●er doth seldom or never carry or help any ●ead or helpless thing, but on the contrary, it helps those that can help themselves (like Scog●●● when he greazd the fat Sow on the Butt●●● and carries men and women, who are a●●● go or run● Ergo the Cart is necessary, and the Coach superfluous.  
Besides I am verily persuaded, that the ●●●est Coxcomb that ever was jolted in a ●●●●, will not ●e so impudent but will con●●● that humility is to be preferred before ●●●● which being granted, note the affability ●● low lines of the Cart, and the pride and in●●lency of the Coach; For the carman humbly ●●●●● it on foot as his Beast doth, whilst the ●●●●●● is mounted (his fellow-horses and himself being all in a Livery) with as many ●●●●ieties of Lace's face, Cloth and Colours ●●●●● in the Rainbow like a Motion or Pa●●● rides in state and loads the pour Beast, which the carman doth not, and if the Carman's horse be melancholy or dull with hard and heavy labour, then will he like a kind Piper, whistle him a fit of mirth, to any tune from above Eela, to below Gamut, of which generosity and courtesy your coachman is altogether ignorant: for he never whistles, but all his music is to rap out an oath, or blurt out a curse against his Teem.  
The word carmen (as I find it in the Dictionary, doth signify a Verse, or a Song, and betwixt Carmen and Carmen, there is some good correspondency, for Versing, Singing, and Whistling, are all three Musical: beside, the Carthorse is a more learned beast then the Coach-horse: for scarce any Coachhorse in the world doth know any letter in the Book, when as every Carthorse doth know the letter G, very understandingly.  
If Adultery or Fornication be committed in a Coach, it may be gravely and discreetly punished in a Cart, for as by this means the coach may be a running Bawdy-house of abomination, so the Cart may, and often is the sober, modest, and civil paced Instrument of Reformation: so as the Coach may be vices infection, the Cart often is vices correction.  
It was a time of famous memorable misery, when the Danes had tyrannical insulting domination in this land: for the slavery of the English was so insupportable, that he must Blow, Sow, Reap, Thrash, Winnow, Grind, Sift, Leaven, Knead, and Bake, and the domineering Dane would do nothing but sleep, play, and eat the fruit of the Englishmans labour, which well may be alluded to the careful Cars; for let it plough, carry and re-carry, early or late, all times & weathers, yet the hungry Coach gnaws him to the very bones. Oh beware of a Coach, as you would do of a Tiger, a Wolf, or a Leviathan: I'll assure you, it eats more (though it drinks less) then the Coachman and his whole Teem; it hath a mouth gaping on each side, like a monster, with which they have swallowed all the good housekeeping in England. It lately (like a most insatiable devouring Beast) did eat up a Knight, a neighbour of mine, in the County of N. a Wood of above 400. Acres, as if it had been but a bunch of Radish: of another, it devoured a whole Castle, as it had been a Marchpane, scarcely allowing the Knight and his Lady half a cold shoulder of Mutton to their suppers on a Thursday night; out of which reversion the Coachman and the Footman could pick but hungry Veils: in another place (passing through a Park) it could not be content to eat up all the Deer, and other grazing Cat●ell, but it bitup all the Oaks that stood bareheaded, there to do homage to their Lord and Master ever since the conquest, crushing their old sides, as easily as one of our fine Deigns (with a poisoned breath) will snap a Cinnamon stick; or with as much facility, as a Bawd will eat a Pippin Tart, or swallow a ●●ewed Pruine.  
For (what call you the Town) where the great Oysters come from? there it hath eaten up a Church, Chancel, Steeple, Bells and all, and it threatens a great Common that lies near, which in diebus illis hath relieved thousands of poor people; may, so hungry it is, that it will scarcely endure, in a Gentleman's house a poor neighbour's child so much as to turn a Spit; nor a Yeoman's son to enter the house, though but in good will to the Chamber maid, who anciently from 16. to 36. was wont to have his breeding either in the Burtry, or Cellar, Stable, or Larder, and to bid good man Hobbs good wife Grub, or the youth of the parish welcome at a Christmas time; but those dates are gone, and their fellows are never like to be seen about any of our to gallime houses. There was a Knight (an acquaintance of mine) whoseh will means in the world was but three score pounds a year, and above 20. of the same went for his Wives coach-●●●●; now (perhaps) you shall have an Irish footman with a ●acket eudgeld down the shoulders and skirs, with yellow or orange t●wny Lace may ●●●t from London 3. or 4. score miles to one of there decayed Mansions, when the simpering scornful Pass, the supposed ●●● of the house (with a mischief) who is indeed, a kind of creature retired for a while into the Country to escape the whip in the City, ●hee demands out of the window scarce ready, and dressing herself, in a glass at noon: Fellow; what is thine Errand, hast thou letters to me? And if it be about dinner, a man may sooner blow up the gates of Bergen ●p Zome with a Charm, then get entrance, within the bounds of their Barred, Bolted, and Barricadoed Wicket: About two of Clock, it may be walking an house or twain, Sir Sella●● comes down untrust, with a Pipe of Tobacco in his fist, to know your business, having first peeped thorough a broken pane of Glass, to see whether you come to demand any money, or old debt, or not, when after a few hollow dry compliments (without drink he turns you out at the gate, his worship, returning to his Stove? What Towns are laid waste? what fields lie untilled? what goodly houses are turned to the habitations of Owlets, Daives, and Hobg●●? what numbers of poor are increased? yea, examine this last year but the Register books or buria●● of our gred ●est Towns and Pari●●● of the land, as Winondham in Norfolk; W●● Chapel near Ev●don, and many other, and see how many have been buried weekly that have merely perished for want of brea●; wh●●● Pride and Luxury damn up our streetes● Barracado our high ways, and are ready even to drive over their Graves, whom their unmerciful Pride hath famished.  
Whence come Leather to be so dear, but by reason (or as I should say against reason) ●●● the multitude of Coaches, and Cor●o●●● who consume and take up the best Hides ●●● can be gotten in our Kingdom, ●●● that I cannot buy a pair of Boots for my ●●● under an Angel, nor my Wife a pa●●● of Shoes (though her foot be under the ●●● under eight roots of three ●●● by which means, many honest shoo●●● are either undone, or undoing and ●●● numbers of poor Christians are enforced ●● got ●are footed in the cold Winters, till ●●● very benumbedness, some their to●●, ●●●●●● their fee●●●●●● rotten off, to the ●●● less increases of crooked Cripples, ●●● wooden ●●● beggar's, of which sort of ●●●●●● wretches, every stre●●●● plentifully stored with, to the scorn of other ●●●ions, and the shame and obloquy of our ●●ne.  
The Saddlers (being an ancient, a worthy and a useful Company) they have almost overthrown the whole Trade, to the undoing of ●●ny honest families; For whereas within our memories, our Nobility and Gentry would ●ide● well mounted (and sometimes walk on ●●●) gallantly attended with three or foure●●ore brave fellows in blue coats, which was a glory to our Nation; and gave more ●●●● to the beholders, than forty of your Leather tumbrels: Then men preserved their bodies strong and able by walking, riding, and other manly exercises: Then Saddlers were a good Trade, and the name of a Coach was Heathen Greek. Who ever saw (but upon extraordinary occasions) Sir Philip Sidney, Sir ●●●is Drake, Sir john Norris, Sir William ●●● Sir Roger Williams, or (whom I should ●●●e named first) the famous Lord Grace, and ●●●●●●ghby, with the renowned George Earl of Camberland, or Robert Earl of Essex? These so●●es of Mars, who in their times were the glorious Brooches of our Nation, and admirable terror to our Enemies: these I say, did ●●●e small uses of Coaches, and there were ●●o main reasons for it, the one was, that there were but few Coaches in most of their ●●nes● and the second reason is, they were ●●lly foes to all sloth and effeminacy: The ●●● was Sir Francis Vere, with thousands others: but what should I talk further? This is the tarrling, rolling, rumbling age, and The World runs on Wheels. The hackney-men, who were wont to have furnished Travellers ●● all places, with fitting and serviceable horses for any journey, (by the multitude of Coa●●●●●● undone by the dozen, and the whole Commonwealth most abominably jaded, ●●in many places a man had as good to ride upon a wooden post, as to post it upon one of ●●● hunger-starved hirelings: which enormous can be imputed to nothing, but the Coa●●●●●●●●sion, is the Hackneymans' confusion. Nor have we poor Watermens the least ●●● to complain against this infernal swarm of Trade-spillers, who like the Grasshoppers, or caterpillar's of Egypt, have so overrun the land, that we can get no living upon the water; for I dare truly affirm, that every day in any Term (especially if the Court be at Whitchall) they do rob us of our livings, and carry Five hundred sixty fares daily from us; which numbers of passengers were wont to supply our necessities, and enable us sufficiently with means to do our Prince and Country service: and all the whole fry of our famous whores, whose ancient Lodgings were near S. Katherine's, the Bankside, La●nbethMarsh, Westminster, White Friars, Coleharbor, or any other place near the Thames, who were wont after they had any good Trading, or reasonable come in, to take a Boat and air themselves upon the water, (yea, and by your leave) be very liberal too, & I say, as a Mercer said once, A whore's money is as good as a Ladies, and a bawds as currant as a Midwives. Tush, those times are past, and our Hackney Coaches have hurried all our hackney customers quite out of our ●each, toward the North parts of the City, where they are daily practised in the Coach, that by often jolting they may the better endure the Cart upon any occasion, and indeed, many times a hired Coachman with a basket-hilted blade hanged or executed about his shoulders in a belt, (with a cloak of some pied colour, with two or three change of Laces about) may man a brace or a Leash of these curuetting Cockatrices to their places of recreation, and so save them the charge of maintaining as Sir Pandarus or an Apple-squire; which service indeed, to speak the truth, a Waterman is altogether unfit for; & the worst is, most of them are such Loggerheads, that they either will not learn, but as I think would scorn to be taught: so that if the Sculler had not been paid when he was paid, it is to be doubted that he should never have b●●paid● for the coachman hath gotten all the custom from the Sculler's paymistris.  
This is one apparent reason, why all the whores have forsaken us, and spend their cash so free & frequent upon those ingenious, well-practiced & serviceable hired coachmen: but (a Pox take 'em all) whither do my wits run after whores and knaves? I pray you but note the streets, and the chambers or lodgings in Fleetstreet or the Strand, how they are pestered with them, especially after a Mask or a Play at the Court, where even the very earth quakes and trembles, the casements shatter, tatter and clatter, and such a confused noise is made, as if all the devils in hell were at Barleybreak; so that a man can neither sleep, speak, hear, writ, or eat his dinner or supper quiet for them: beside, their tumbling din (like a counterfeit thunder) doth sour Wine, Ale and Beer most abominably, to the impairing of their healths that drink it, and the making of many a Victualer and Tapster Trade-fallen.  
A Wheele-wright or a maker of Carts, is an ancient, a profitable, and a Trade, which by no means can be wanted: yet so poor it is, that scarce the best amongst them can hardly ever attain to better than a Calf's skin suit, or a piece of neck beef and Carrot roots to dinner on a Sunday; nor scarcely any of them is ever mounted to any Office above the degree of a Scavenger, or a Tythingman at the most. On the contrary, your Coach-makers trade is the most gainefullest about the Town, they are apparelled in Satins and Velvets, are Masters of their Parish, Vestry-men, who far like the Emperors Heliogabalus or Sardanapulus, seldom without their Mackroones, Parmisants, jellyes and Kickshaws, with baked Swans, Pasties hot, or cold red Dear Pies, which they have from their Debtors worships in the Country neither are these Coaches only thus cumbersome by their Rumbling and Rutting, as they are by their standing still, and damning up the streets and lanes, as the Black Vriers, and diverse other places can witness, and against Coach-makers doors the streets are so pestered and clogged with them, that neither man, horse or cart can pass for them; in so much as my Lord Mayor is highly to be commended for his care in this restraint, sending in February last, many of them to the Counter for their carelessness herein.  
They have been the universall decay of almost all the best Ash Trees in the Kingdom for a young plant can no sooner peep up to any perfection, but presently it is felled for the Coach: Nor a young Horse bred of any beauty or goodness: but he is ordained from his foaling for the service of the Coach, so that whereas in former ages, both in peace and wars, we might compare with any Nation in the world for the multitude and goodness of our horses; we now think of no other employment for them, the● to draw in a Coach, and when they are either lamed by the negligence of the coachman, o● worn out after many years with trotting to Plays and Baywdy-houses, then are they (like old maimed Soldiers) after their wounds and scars, preferred to Woodmongers, (whe●● they are well Billeted) or to Draymen, whe● they turn Tapsters, and draw Beer by whole Barrels and Hogsheads at once; and the● they wear out the remainder of their days till new harnis for others are made of their ●●● skins.  
The last Proclamations concerning the retiring of the Gentry out of the City into thei● Countries, although myself, with many thousands more were much impoverished and hindered of our livings by their departure; yet ●●● the other side, how it cleared the Streets o●● these way-stopping Whirligigges! for a man now might walk without bidding Stand up ●●● by a fellow that scarcely can either go or stan● himself. Prince, Nobility, and Gentlemen o●● worth, Offices and Quality, have herein the●● Pri●iledge, and are exempt, may ride as the●● occasions or pleasures shall invite them, as mos● meet they should; but when every G●ll T●●●●● tripe, Mistress Fumkins, Madame Polecat, and my Lady Trash, Froth the Tapster, Bill the Tailor ●● Lavender the Broker, Whisse the Tobacco seller with their companion Trugs, must be coach ●●● to Saint Albans, Burntwood, Hockley in the Hole, Craydon, Windsor, Uxbridge, and many other places, like wild Haggards prancing up and down, that what they get by cheating sweeting, & lying at home, they spend in riot whoring, and drunkenness abroad, I say by my halidom, it is a burning shame; I did lately write a Pamphet called a Thief, wherein did a little touch upon this point; that seeing the Herd of hyreling Coaches are more ●●● the Whirries on the Thames, and that they make Leather so excessive dear, that it ●●● good the order in Bohemia were observed here, which is, that every hired Coach should be drawn with ropes, and that all their Harness should be Hemp and Cordage: beside, if the cover and boots of them were of good rosind or pitched canvas, it would bring ●●ne the price of leather, and by that means ●hyred Coach would be known from a Princes a Noble man's, Ladies, or people of note, account, respect and quality.  
And if it be but considered in the right Cue, a Coach or Caroche are mere Engines of Pride, (which no man can deny to be one of the seven deadly sins) for two leash of Oyster-wives hired a Coach on a Thursday after Whitsuntide, to carry them to the Green-goose fair at Strat●ord the Bow, and as they were hurried betwixt Algate and Myle-end, they were so be-madamed, be-mistrist, and Ladified by the beggars that the foolish women began to swell with a proud supposition or Imaginary greatness, and gave all their money to the mendicanting Canters; insomuch that they were feign to pawn their gowns and smocks the next day to buy Oysters, or else their pride had made them cry, for want of what to cry withal.  
Thus much I can speak by experience; I do partly know some of mine own qualities, and I do know that I do hate pride, as I hate famine or surfeiting; and moreover, I know myself to be (at the best) but john Taylor, and a mechanical waterman, yet it was but my chance once to be brought from Whitchall to the Tower in my Master Sir William Waades Coach, & before I had been drawn twenty, yards, such a Timpany of pride pust me up, that I was ready to burst with the wind colic of vainglory. In what state I would lean over the boot, and look, and pry if I saw any of my acquaintance, and then I would stand up, vailing my Bonnet, kissing my right claw, extending my arms as I had been swimming, with God save your Lordship, worship, or How dost thou honest neighbour or goodfellow? In a word, the Coach made me think myself better than my betters that went on foot, and that I was but little inferior to Tamburlaine, being jolted thus in state by those pampered jades of Belgia: all men of indifferent judgement will confess, that a Cart is an instrument conformable to law, order, and discipline; for it rests on the Sabbath days, and commonly all other Holy days, and if it should by any means break or transgress against any of these good Injunctions, there are Informers t●● at lie in ambush (like careful Scouts) to inform against the poor Cart, that in conclusion my Lady Pecunia must become surety and take up the matter, or else there will be more stir about the flesh, than the broth is worth; whereas (on the contrary) a Coach like a Pagan, an Heathen, an Insid●ll, or Atheist, observes neither Sabbath, or holiday, time or season, robustiously breaking through the toil or net of divine and humane law, order and authority, and as it were, contemning all Christian conformity; like a dog that lies on a heap of Hay, who will eat none of it himself, nor suffer any other beast to eat any: even so the Coach is not capable of hearing what a Preacher saith, nor will it suffer men or women to hear that would hear: for it makes such a hideous rumbling in the streets by many Church doors, that people's ears are stopped with the noise, whereby they are debarred of their edifying, which makes faith so fruitless, good works so barren, and charity as cold at Midsummer, as if it were a great Frost, and by this means, souls are robbed and starved of their heavenly Manna, and the kingdom of darkness replenished: to avoid which, they have let up a cross post in Cheapside on Sundays near Woodstreet end, which makes the Coaches rattle and rumble on th'other side of the way, further from the Church, & from hindering of their hearing.  
The Nagaians, jughonians, & the ungodly barbarous Tartarians, who knew no God or devil, Heaven nor hell, and who indeed are Nations that have neither Towns, Cities, Villages, or houses; Their habitations are nothing but Coaches: in their Coaches they eat, sleep, beget children, who are also there borne, and from place to place: with them, The World runs on Wheels continually, for they are drawn in droves or herds, 20, 30. or 40000. together to any fruitful place or Champion plain, where they and their beasts do stay till they have devoured all manner of sustenance that may maintain life, and then they remove to a fresh place, doing the like; thus wearing out their accursed lives like the brood of Cain, they and their houses being perpetual vagabonds, and continual ruunagates upon the face of the earth. They are so practised and enured in all kind of Barbarism, that they will milk one Mare, and let another blood, and the blood and the milk they will Charne together in their Hats or Caps, till they have made fresh cheese and cream (which the Devil will scarce eat) from these people, our Coaches had first original, and I do wish with all my heart, that the superfluous number of all our hyreling hackney Carryknaves, and Hurry-whores, with their makers and maintainers were there, where they might never want continual employment.  
For their Antiquity in England, I think it is in the memory of many men, when in the whole Kingdom there was not one; and there was another principal virtue as good as themselves came with them: for the Proverb saith, That mischief or mischances seldom come alone: and it is a doubtful question, whether the devil brought Tobacco into England in a Coach, or else brought a Coach in a fog or mist of Tobacco.  
For in the year 1564. one William Boonen a Dutchman brought first the use of Coaches hither, and the said Boonen was Queen Elizabeth's Coachman, for indeed a Coach was a strange monster in those days, and the sight of them put both horse and man into amazement: some said it was a great Crab-shell brought out of China, and some imagined it to be one of the Pagan Temples, in which the Cannibals adored the devil: but at last those doubts were cleared, and Coach-making became a substantial Trade: So that now all the world may see, they are as common as whore● & may be hired as easy as Knights of the po●●●.  
The Cart is an open transparent Engine, th●● any man may perceive the plain honesty ●●● it; there is no part of it within or without, b●● it is in the continual view of all men: On th● contrary, the Coach is a close hypocrite, for i●● hath a cover for any knavery, and curtains t●● veil or shadow any wickedness: beside, like ●●● perpetual cheater, it wears two Boots ●●● no Spurs, sometimes having two pair of leg●●● in one boot, and oftentimes (against nature) most preposterously it makes fair Ladies●● wear the boor; and if you note, they are carried back to back like people surprised b●● Pirates to be tied in that miserable manner, ●●● and thrown overboard into the Sea. Moreover, it makes people imitate Sea-crabs, in being drawn: sideways, as they are when they sit in the boot of the Coach, and it is a dangerous kind of carriage for the commonwealth, if it be rightly considered; for when a man shall be ● justice of the peace, a Sergeant, or a Councillor at law; who hope is it, that all or many of them should use upright dealing, that have been so often in their youth, and daily in their maturer or riper age, drawn aside continually in a Coach, some to the right hand, and some to the left? for use makes perfectness, and often going aside willingly, makes men forget to go upright naturally.  
The order of Knighthood is both of great Antiquity and very honourable, yet within these latter times there is a strange mystery crept into it; for I have noted i●●● that when a Gentleman hath the sword laid upon his shoulder, either by his Prince, or his deputy, or General in the field, although the blow with the sword be an honour to the man, yet (by a kind of inspiration) it cripples his wife, though she be at that time 300. miles from her husband: for if you note her, you shall see her lamed for ever, so that she can by no means go without leading under the arm, or else she must be carried in a Coach all her life time after; forgetting in a manner to go on her feet so much as to Church, though it be but two Quoytes cast: for I have heard of a Gentleman that was lamed in this manner, who ●●● her man to Smithfield from Charing●●●●●●to hire a Coach to carry her to White●●●; another did the like from Ludgate-hill, ●he carried to see a Play at the black Friars: ●●● in former times when they used to walk ●● foot, and recreate themselves, they were ●●● strong and healthful, now all their ex●●cise is privately to saw Billets, to hang in a ●●●nge, or to roll the great rowler in the al●●● of their garden, but to go without leading ●●● Riding in a Coach, is such an impeachment ●●d derogation to their Calling, which ●●sh and blood can by no means endure.  
Every man knows, that were it not for the Cart, the Hay would rot in the meadows, the Corn perish in the field, the markets be emptily furnished, at the Courts remove, the King would be unserved, and many a Gallant would ●●● enforced to be his own Sumpter-horse to carry his luggage, bag and baggage himself; and finally, were it not for the mannerly and ●●●rteous, service of the Cart, many a well, deserving ill conditioned brave fellow, might go on foot to the Gallows.  
A Cart (by the judgement of an honourable and grave Lawyer) is elder, brother to a Coach for and quity; and for utility and profit, all the world knows, which is which: yet so vnna●●●●●ll and so unmannerly a brother the Coach is, that it will give no way to the Cart, but with pride, contempt, bitter curses, and exe●●tions, the Coachman wishes all the Carts ●● fire, or at the devil, and that Carmen were all hanged, when they cannot pass at their pleasures, quite forgetting themselves to be sawey unprofitable intruders, upstarts, and I●●cator●.  
When I see a Coach put up into a house (me thinks the pole standing stiffly erected, it looks like the Image of Priapus, whom the libidinous and lecherous whores and knaves of Egypt were wont to fall down and worship; and I pray you what hindrance hath it, but it may use the Paphean or Priapean game? (for it is never unfurnished of a bed and curtains, with shop windows of leather to buckle Bawdry up as close in the midst of the street, as it were in the Stews, or a Nunnery of Venus' Votaries.  
What excessive waste do they make of our best broadcloth of all colours? and many times a young heir will put his old Father's old Coach in a mourning Cowne of Cloth or Cotton, when many of the poor distressed members of Christ go naked, starving with cold, not having any thing to hide their wretched carcases; and what spoil of our Velvets, Damasks, Taffetas, Silver & Gold Lace, with Fringes of all sorts, and how much consumed in guilding, wherein is spent no small quantity of our best and finest gold? not is the charge little of maintaining a Coach in reparation: for the very mending of the Harness, a Knight's Coachman brought in a bill to his Master of 25. pounds: beside, there is used more care and diligence in matching the Horses and Mares, than many fathers and mothers do in the marriage of their sons & daughters: for many times a rich lubberly Clown, the son of some gouty extortioner, or rent-racking Rascal, (for his accursed mucks sake) may be matched with a beautiful or proper well qualified and nobly descended Gentlewoman; and a well-faced handsome Esquire or Knight's son and heir may be joined with a joiners puppet, or the daughter of a Sexton; but for the choice of your Coach-horses there is another manner of providence to be used, for they must be all of a colour, longitude, latitude, cressitude, height, length, thickness, breadth, (I muse they do not weigh them in a pair of Balance) and being once matched with a great deal of care and cost, if one of them chance to dye (as by experience I know a horse to be a mortal beast) then is the Coach like a maimed cripple, not able to travel, till after much diligent search, a meet mate be found, whose correspondency may be as equivalent to the surviving Palfrey, and in all respects, as like as a broom to a bosom, barm to yeast, or quodlings to boiled Apples.  
The mischiefs that have been done by them, are not to be numbered; as breaking of legs and arms, overthrowing down hills, over bridges, running over children, lame and old people, as Henry the fourth of France (the father to the King that now reigneth) he and his Queen were once like to have been drowned, the Coach over throwing beside a bridge: and to prove that a Coach owed him an unfortunate trick, he was some few years after his first escape, most inhumanely & traitorously murdered in one, by Raniliacke, in the streets at Paris: but what need I run my invention out of breath into foreign countries for examples, when many of the chief Nobility and Gentry of our own Nation have some trial and sad experience of the truth of what I writ? sometimes the Coachman (it may be, hath been drunk, or to speak more mannerly, stolen a Manchet out of the Brewer's Basket) hath tumbled besides his Box of state, and the Coach running over him hath killed him, the whilst the horses (having the reines lose) have run away with their Rattle at their heels (like dogs that had bladders of dried Beans, or empty bottles at their tails) as if the Devil had been in them: and sometimes in the full speed of their course, a wheel breaks, or the Nave slips off from the Axletree, down leaps the Coachman, & away run the horses, throwing their carriage into bushes, hedges, and ditches, never leaving their mad pace, till they tore to tatters their tumbling Tumbril, to the manifest peril, danger, and unrecoverable hurt to those whom they carry, and to all men, women, children, and cattles; as hogs, sheep, of whatsoever chanceth to be in their way: besides the great cost and charge of mending and reparations of the Coach.  
There is almost nothing, but when it is worn out, it will serve for some use, either for profit or pleasure (except a Coach:) of the bottom of an old Cart, one may make a fence to stop a gap, of the Raves one may make a Ladder for ●ennes to go to ●oost: of an old Boars Frank, a new Dog-kennel may be founded, of adecayed Whirry or Boat, a backpart of a house of office may be framed (as you may see every where on the Bankside:) of an old Barrel, a Bolting Hutch: an overworn old whore will make a spick and span new Bawd; and a rotten Bawd may make a new witch. ●●● knew a neighbour of mine (an old justice) that of the bald velvet lining of his Cloal●● made him a pair of new Breeches, and those Breeches being worn past the best, with the best of them he made his wife a French Hoo● and when that was bare, and past her wearing if made him facing for his new boot tops: But an old Coach is good for nothing but to co●●●●●●● and deceive people, as of the old ro●●● Leather they make vampies for high Shooed for honest country plowmen, or belts for Soldiers, or inner linings for girdles, Dog-collers for Mastiffs: indeed the Box, if it were bored thorough, would be fittest for a close stool, and the body would (perhaps) serve for a Sow to pig in.  
If the curses of people that are wronged by them, might have prevailed, sure I think the most part of them had been at the Devil many years ago. Butcher's cannot pass with their cattle for them, Market folks which bring provision of victuals to the City, are sloped ●●aid, and bindred. Carts or wanes with th●●● necessary ladings, are debarred and letted: the Milkmaid's ware is often spilt in the dirt●●● and people's guts like to be crushed out, being crowded and shrouded up against stalls, and stoops: whilst Mistress Siluerpin with her P●der and a Pair of crammed pu●letrs ride grinning and deriding in their Helcart, at their miseries who go on foot: I myself have been so served when I have wished them all in the gr●●● Breach, or on a light fire upon Hownslow he●● or Salisbury plain: and their damning up the streets in this manner, where people are wedged together, that they can hardly s●●●●, i● main and great advantage to the most ve●●ous Mystery of purse-cutting, and for any●thing I know, the hired or hackney Coachman may join in confederacy and share with the Curpurse, one to stop up the way, and the other to shift in the crowd.  
The superfluous use of Coaches hath been the occasions of many vile and odious crimes, as murder, theft, cheating, hangings, whip, Pillories, stocks and cages; for house keeping never decayed till Coaches came in England, till which time those were accounted ●be●● men, who had most followers and re●●● than land about or near London, was ●●● dear enough at a noble the Acre ●●, and a ten-pound house-rent now, was ●●● twenty shillings then: but the witch●●● of the Coach, quickly mounted the price ●●things (except poor men's labour) and ●●● transformed, in some places, 10. 20, ●●●40, 50, 60, or 100 proper servingmen, into ●●● or three. Animals (videlices) a Butterfly ●●●ge, a trotting footman, a stifle-drinking ●●●man, a Cook, a Clerk, a Steward, and ●●●●●●, which hath enforced many a discarded tall fellow (through want of means to ●●●, and grace to guide him in his poverty) to ●●● into such mischievous actions beforenamed, for which I think the Gallows in England have devoured as many lusty valiant men within these thirty or forty years, as would have been a sufficient army to beat the foes ●●● christ out of Christendom, and marching ●●●le, have plucked the great Turk ●● the Beard: but as is aforesaid, this is the age wherein The World runs on wheels.  
It is a most uneasy kind of passage in Coaches on the paved streets in London, wherein men and women are so tossed, tumbled, jumbled, ●●●bled, and crossing of kennels, dunghills, and ●●euen ways, which is enough to put all the ●●●● in their bellies out of joint, to make them ●●●●●●● or Megrim, or to cast their ●●●● with continual rocking and wallow●●● to prevent which, there was a Gentleman or great note, found fault with his Coach-horses because his Coach jolted him, commending his man to sell away those hard trotting lad●●, and to buy him a pair of Amblers; that might draw him with more ease: another when he saw one of his horses more lusty and free then his fellow, he commanded his Coachman to feed him only with Hay and water till he were as tame and quiet as the other, which wise command was dutifully observed.  
The best use that ever was made of Coaches, was in the old wars betwixt the Hungarians and the Turks, (for like so many land Galleys) they carried Soldiers on each side with crossbows, and other warlike engines, and they served for good use, eing many thousands of them, to disrowte their enemies, breaking their ranks and order, making free and open passage for their horse and foot amongst the scattered squadrons and regiments, and upon occasion, they served as a wall to embarricado and fortify their camp: this was a military employment for Coaches: and in this sort only I could wish all our hirelings to be used. It is to be supposed, that Pharaohs Chariots which were drowned in the red Sea, were no other things in shape and fashion, than our Coaches are at this time: and what great pity was it, that the makers and memories of them had not been obliviously swallowed in that Egyptian downfall?  
Mountaigne, a learned and a noble French Writer, doth relate in his book of Essays, that the ancient Kings of Asia, and the Eastern part of Europe, were wont to be drawn in their Coaches with four Oxen, & that Mark Anthony with a whore with him, was drawn with Lions. Heliogabalus the Emperor was drawn with 4 naked whores, (himself being the Coachman:) and the Coaches in these late times (to show some spark of gratitude or thankfulness) in remembrance that naked Whores once drew one of them, they do in requital very often carry whores half naked to the belly, and gallantly apparelled; besides only but four whores drew one Coach, and 500 Coaches have carried ten thousand of them for it: but sometimes they were drawn with Stags, as it is the use in Lapland at this day. The Emperor Firmus was drawn with four Este idges, and to requite those favours, they do now often carry men as ravenous as Lions, as well headed as Oxen or Stags, and as the Ostriches did once draw, so the feathers of them do daily ride in Plumes and Fans.  
In the City of Antwerp in Brabans I have seen little Coaches, which men send their children to School in, each of them drawn by a Mastiff dog, not having any guide: for the dog himself doth exercise three offices at one time, being as the horse to draw, the coachman to direct, and an honest labouring dog beside.  
I remember that in one place aforesaid, I have written, that Coaches do seldom carry any dead things, as Stones, Timber, Wine, Beer, Corn, etc. But in so writing, I find that I have done many of them great wrong; for I perceive that they carry oftentimes diverse sorts of Rye, as Knave-ry, Foole-ry, Leach-ry, Rogue-ry, Usury, Bawdry, Brave-ry, Slavery, and Beggary. Sometimes (by chance) they may hap to carry good Husband-ry, & Housewife-ry, but such burdens are as scarce, as money or charity: and one thing more comes into my mind about their multitude; for though a Coach do seem to be a dead or senseless thing, yet when I see and consider how they do multiply and increase, I am doubtful but that they are male and female, and use the act of generation or begetting, or else their procreation could never so have overspread our Nation.  
To conclude, a Coach may be fitly compared to a whore, for a Coach is painted, so is a whore: a Coach is common, so is a whore: a Coach is costly, so is a Whore; a Coach is drawn with beasts, a whore is drawn away with beastly Knaves. A Coach hath lose curtains, a whore hath a lose Gown: a Coach is laced and fringed, so●'s a whore: A Coach may be turned any way, so may a Whore: A Coach hath bosses, studs, and guilded nail to adorn it: a whore hath Ouches, Brooches Bracelets, Chains, and jewels, to set he forth: a Coach is always out of reparations so is a whore: a Coach hath need of mendi●● still, so hath a whore: a Coach is unprofitable so is a whore: a Coach is superfluous, so is whore: a Coach is insatiate, so is a whore: A Coach breaks men's necks: a Whore breaks men's backs: This odds is betwixt a Coach and a Whore, a man will lend his Coach to h●● friend, so will he not his whore: but any man's whore will save him the labour of leading her; for she will lend herself to whom she pleaseth. And thus my Book and comparisons end together; for thus much I know that I have but all this while barked at th● Moon, thrown feathers against the wind built upon the sands, washed a Blackmore, an● laboured in vain: for where a vice or evormity hath pleasure in it, with a show of profit and power to defend it, losers may speak, a●● weakness may babble of Reformation, though to no end and so I end.   
FINIS.   

The Nipping or Snipping of ABUSES: OR, The Wooll-gathenring ôf Wit..  

A Skeltonicall salutation to those that know how to read, and not merre the sense with hacking or misconstruction.  
THou true understander, my invention doth wander with the quill of a Gander, to shield me from slander, to thy good protection, I yield in subjection, my poor imperfection, with friendly correction, and as thou dost ●●e, or stroke me or strike me, reprove me or prove me, or move me, ●● love me, or quiteme, or spite me, friend me, or mend me, or else not offend ●●●●: If in aught that is written, thy humours are bitten, seem not to espy it, and ●one will descry it. But if thou dost kick, the spur sure will prick; and if thou ●●●●ing, the wasp than will sting. My verses are made, to ride every jade, but ●●are forbidden, of jades to be ridden, they shall not be snaffled, nor braved ●or baffled, wert thou George with thy Naggon, that foughtst with Dragon, or ●●re you Great Pompey, my verse should bethumpe ye, if you like a javel against ●●● dare cavil. I do not intent it as now to commend it, or yet to defend it. But ●● me I do send it, to like it, or mend it, and when thou hast end it, applaud it ●● rend it; my wits I could bristle, for a better Epistle, but yet at this time, this ●●● Rhyme, I send to thy view, because it is new. So Reader, adieu.  
I thine, if thou mine, JOHN TAYLOR.   

To the Castalian Water-writer, Splende & dignoscar.  
● Dial set upon an eminent place,  
● i● clouds do interval Apollo's face,  
●●●● a flgured shape, whereby we know  
●●le of Time, which it doth own  
●● expectations, yet we see  
●●●ctes by which Times should distinguished be:  
●●●alelled punctual, ciphered lines,  
●● by a shadow, when the fair sun shines,  
Explains the hours: So if the Son of men  
Thy Glorious Patron, deem to bless thy pen  
With his fair light, Thy Muse so young, so fair,  
So well proportioned, in conceits so rare:  
And Natural streams, and style, and every part,  
That Nature therein doth exceed all Art,  
Will then as with Enthusiasm inspired,  
Print Legends by the world to be admired.  
Thine james Ratray.   

To my friend by land and by water, john Taylor.  
THese leaves, kind john, are not to wrap up drams,  
That do contain thy witty Epigrams,  
Let worse Poems serve for such abuse,  
Whilst thine shall be reserved for better use.  
And let each Critic cavil what he can,  
'tis rarely written of a Waterman.  
Thy friend assured Rob: Branthwaite.   

To his dear friend Master john Taylor.  

ME thinks I see the Sculler in his boat,  
With goodly motion glide along fair Thames,  
And with a charming and bewitching note,  
So sweet delightful tunes and ditties frames:  
As greatest Lordings and the nicest Dames,  
That with attentive ear did hear thy layès,  
Of force should yield due merit to thy praise.   

Worth to all Watermen, strain forth thy voice,  
To prove so pleasing in the world's proud eye,  
As eyes, and ears, and hearts may all rejoice,  
To see, hear, muse upon the melody,  
In contemplation of thy harmony,  
Let Thames fair banks thy worth and praises ring,  
While I thy worth, and praise, beyond sea sing.  
Tho: Gent.    

To the Water-Poet, john Taylor.  
Honest john Taylor, though I know't no grace,  
To thee, or me, for writing in this place,  
Yet know I that the multitudes of friends  
Will thee protect, from vile malignant minds:  
The rather cause what ever thou hast snowne,  
Is no one man's invention, but thine own.  
Malicious minded men will thee dispraise;  
Envy debases all, herself to raise.  
Then rest content, whilst to thy greater fame,  
Both Art, and Nature strive to raise thy name.  
Thine ever as thou knowest, R: Cudner.   

To my friend john Taylor.  
IF Homer's verse (in Greek) did merit praise,  
If Naso in the Latin won the Bays,  
If Maro amongst the Romans did excel,  
If Tasso in the Tuscan tongue wrote well,  
Then Tailor, I conclude that thou hast done  
In English, what immortal Bayss have won.  
Thy friend john Taylor.   

To my honest friend john Taylor.  
THy Tailor's shears, foul vices wings ●●●●●  
The scames of impious dealings are unripped:  
So Artlike thou these captious times hast quipt,  
As if in Helicon thy pen were dipped,  
All those who 'gainst thy worth are envious lipped,  
Thy sharp Satiric Muse hath nipped and s●ip●●  
And to conclude, thy nuention is not chipped,  
Or stolen or borrowed, begged, or basely gripped.  
Then Tailor, thy conceits are truly sowed,  
And, Sculler, (on my word) it was well roude.  
Thine to mybest pow●● Enoch Ly●   

In Laudem Authoris.  
MOst commonly one Tailor will dispraise  
Another's workmanship, envying always  
At him that's better than himself reputed,  
Though he himself be but a botcher bruited:  
So might it well be said of me (my friend)  
Should I not to thy work some few lines lend,  
Which to make probable, this sentence tendeth,  
Who not commends, he surely discommendeth:  
In my illiterate censure, these thy rhymes,  
Deserve applause, even in these worst of times:  
When wit is only worthy held in those,  
On whom smooth flattery vain praise bestows;  
But I not minding with thy worth to flatter,  
Do know thy wit too good to toil by water.  
Rob. Tailor   

To my friend JOHN TAYLOR.  
THis work of thine, thou hast compiled so●●●  
It merits better wits thy worth to tell.  
Thine Maximilian W●●   

The Authors description of a Poet and Poesy, with an Apology in defence of Natural English Poetry.  
SHall beggars dine into the Acts of Kings?  
Shall Nature speak of supernat'rall things,  
●●●● eagle's flights attempted be by Gnats?  
●●●● mighty Whales be portrayed out by Sprats?  
These things I know impossible to be,  
●●●d it is as impossible for me,  
That am a beggar in these Kingly acts,  
Which from the heaven's true Poetry extracts.  
●●● fool by Nature I  
●●● never knew this high-bome mystery,  
●●● worthless gnat I know myself more weak,  
●●● the Princely Eagle dare to speak:  
●●●y sprat the Ocean seeks so sound,  
●● seek this Whale, though seeking he be drowned:  
●●● to proceed: a Poet's Art, I know,  
●●● compact of earthly things below:  
●●● is of any base substantial, mettle,  
That in the world's rotundity doth settle:  
●●●tis Immortal, and it hath proceeding,  
from whē●e divinest souls have all their breeding.  
●● is a blessing ●●●u'n hath sent to men,  
●y men it is divulged with their pen:  
And by that propagation it is known,  
And over all the world dispersed and thrown:  
●●● verbal elocution so refined,  
That it to Virtue animates man's mind:  
The blessed Singer of blessed Israel,  
●● this rare Art, he rarely did excel,  
He sweetly Poetized in heavenly verses,  
●●● lines which aye eternity rehearses:  
●●● and glorious great esteem  
●●● C●●●● did a Poet deem:  
●●mired Virgil's life doth plainly show,  
●●t all the world a Poet's worth may know:  
●●● leaving Israel's King, and Roman Caesar,  
beseek in England English Poets treasure,  
Sir Philip Sid●●y, histimes Mars and Muse,  
That word and sword, so worthily could use,  
That spite of death, his glory lin's, ●●wai●●  
For Conquelts, and for Poesy crowned with bays:  
What famous nien live in this age of ours,  
As if the● Sister's nine had left the● bowers,  
With more post h●●●e then expeditious wings  
They ●eere have found the Heliconian springs  
We of our mighty Monarch JAMES may boast,  
Who in this heavenly Art exceeds the most?  
Where men may see the Muse's wisdom well:  
When such a glorious house they chose to dwell.  
The Preacher whose instructions, do afford  
The souls dear food, the everliving Word:  
If Poet's skill be banished from his brain,  
His preaching (sometimes) will be but too plain:  
Twixt Poetry and best divinity  
There is such near and dear affinity,  
As'twere propinquity of brother's blood,  
That without tone, the other's not so good:  
The man that takes in hand brave verse to write,  
And in Divinity hath no insight,  
He may perhaps make smooth, and Artlike Rhymes,  
To please the humours of these idle times:  
But name of Poet he shall never merit,  
Though writing them, he waste his very spirit:  
They therefore much mistake that seem to say,  
How every one that writes a paltry play:  
A sottish Sonnet in the praise of love,  
A song or jig, that fools to laughter move,  
In praise or dispraise, in defame or fame,  
Deserves the honour of a Poet's name:  
I further say, and further will maintain,  
That he that hath true Poesy in his brain,  
Will not profane so high and heavenly skill,  
To glory or be proud of writing ill:  
But if his Muse do stoop to such dejection,  
'tis but to show the world her sin's infection:  
A Poet's ire sometimes may be inflamed:  
To make foul Vices brazen face ashamed.  
And then his Epigrams and Satyrs whip,  
Will make base galled unruly jades to skip:  
In frost they say 'tis good, bad blood be nipped,  
And I have seen Abuses whipped and stripped  
In such rare fashion, that the wincing age,  
Hath kicked and fling, with uncontrolled rage.  
Oh worthy Withers, I shall love thee ever,  
And often mayst thou do thy best endeavour,  
That still thy works and thee may live together,  
Contending with thy name and never whither.  
But further to proceed in my pretence  
Of natural English Poetries defence:  
For Laureate Sidney, and our gracious james,  
Have plunged been in Arts admired streams:  
And all the learned Poets of our days,  
Have Arts great aid to win still living Bays:  
All whom I do confess such worthy men,  
That I unworthy am with ink and pen  
To carry after them. But since my haps  
Have been so happy as to get some scraps,  
By Nature given me from the Muse's table,  
I'll put them to the best use I am able:  
I have read Tasso, Virgil, Homer, Ovid,  
josophus, Plutark, whence I have approved,  
And found such observations as are fit,  
With plenitude to fraught a barren wit.  
And let a man of any nation be,  
These Authors reading, makes his judgement fee  
Some rules that may his ignorance refine,  
And such predominance it hath with mine.  
No bladder-blowne ambition puffs my Muse,  
An English Poets writings to excuse:  
Nor that I any rule of art condemn,  
Which is Dame Nature's ornamental gem:  
But these poor lines I wrote (my wits best pelse)  
Defending that which can defend itself.  
Know them vnnat'ral English Mongrel Monster,  
Thy wand'ring iudgemet doth too much misconstrue:  
When thou affirmest thy Native Countryman,  
To make true verse no art or knowledge can:  
Cease, cease to do this glorious Kingdom wrong,  
To make her speech inferior to each tongue:  
Show not thyself more brutish than abeast,  
Base is that bird that files her home-born nest.  
In what strange tongue did Virgil's Muse commerce?  
What language wast that Ovid wrote his verse?  
Thou s●yst it was Latin: why I say so too.  
In no tongue else they any thing could do:  
They Naturally did learn it from their mother.  
And must speak Latin, that could speak no other:  
The Grecian blinded Bard did much compile,  
And never used no foreign far-fetched style:  
But as he was a Greek his verse was Greek,  
In other tongues (alas) he was to seek.  
Du Bartas heavenly all admired Muse,  
No unknown Language ever used to use:  
But as he was a Frenchman, so his lines  
In native French with fame most glorious shines,  
And in the English tongue 'tis fitly stated,  
By siluer-tongued Silvester translated.  
So well, so wisely, and so rarely done,  
That he by it immortal same hath won.  
Then as great Mars and renowned Nas●,  
Brave Homer, Petrarke, sweet Italian Tasse:  
And numbers more, past numbering to be numbered,  
Whose rare inventions never were incumberd,  
With our outlandish chip chop gibberish gabbling:  
To fill men's ears with vnacqu●iated babbling:  
Why may not then an English man, I pray;  
In his own language write as crst did they?  
Yet must we suit our phrases to their shapes,  
And in their imitations be their Apes.  
Whilst Muses haunt the fruitful forked hill,  
The world shall reverence their unmatched skill.  
And for invention, fiction, methood, measure,  
From them must Poets seek to seek that treasure,  
But yet I think a man may use that tongue  
His Country uses, and do them no wrong.  
Then I whose Artless studies are but weak.  
Who never could, nor will but English speak.  
Do here maintain, if words be rightly placed,  
A Poet's skill, with no tongue more is graced.  
It runs so smooth, so sweetly it doth flow,  
From it such heavenly harmony doth grow,  
That it the understanders senses moves  
With admiration, to express their loves.  
No music under heaven is more divine,  
Then is a well-writ, and a well-read line.  
But when a witless self-conceited Rook,  
A good invention dares to overlook;  
How piteous then man's best of wit is martyred,  
In barbarous manner tottered, torn and quarter'd●  
So mingle mangled, and so hacked and hewed,  
So scurvily bescuruide and be me wde?  
Then this detracting dirty dunghill Drudge,  
Although he understand not, yet will judge.  
Thus famous Poesy must abide the doom  
Of every muddy-minded rascal Groom.  
Thus rarest Artists are continual stung  
By every prating, stinking lump of dung.  
For what cause then should I so much repine,  
When best of writers that ere wrote a line,  
Are subject to the censure of the worst,  
Who will their follies vent, or else they burst?  
I have at idle times some Pamphlets writ,  
(The fruitless issue of a natural wit)  
And cause I am no Scholar, some envy me,  
With soul and false calumnious words belie me:  
With brazen fronts, and flinty hard belief,  
Affirming or suspecting me a thief:  
And that my sterrile Muse so dry is milched,  
That what I writ, is borrowed, begged, or filched,  
Because my name is Taylor, they suppose  
My best inventions all from stealing grows:  
As though there were no difference to be made  
Betwixt the name of Tailor, and the Trade.  
Of all strange weapons, I have least of skill  
To manage or to wield a Tailor's bill.  
I cannot Item it for silk and facing,  
For cutting, edging, stiffning, and for lacing:  
For bombast, stitching, binding and for buckram,  
For cotton, bays, for canvas and for lockram.  
All these I know, but know not how to use them,  
Let trading Tailors therefore still abuse them,  
My skils as good to write, to sweat, or row,  
As any Tailors is to steal or sow.  
In end my pulsive brain no Art affords,  
To mine or stamp, or forge new coined words.  
But all my tongue can speak or pen can write,  
Was spoke and writ, before I could indite,  
Yet let me be of my best hopes bereavest,  
If what I ever writ, I got by theft:  
Or by base simony, or bribes, or gifts,  
Or begged, or borrowed it by sharking shifts,  
I know, I never any thing have done,  
But what may from a weak invention run,  
Give me the man whose wit will undertake  
A substance of a shadow for to make:  
Of nothing something, (with Arts greatest aid)  
With Na●●● only all his Muse arraide,  
The solid matter from his brain can squeeze,  
●●●● some lame Artists wits are drawn toth' leezes.  
●●●●aching Parrots prate and prattle can,  
〈…〉ght an Ape will imitate a man:  
And ●●● his horse showed tricks, taught with much labour,  
●●● did the hare that played upon the tabor.  
●●●ll man I pray, so witless be besotted?  
●●●ll men (like beasts) no wisdom be allotted?  
(Without great study) with instinct of Nature,  
Why then work man the worst and basest creature?  
●●●● are made the other creatures Kings,  
●●●● superior wisdom from them springs:  
●●● therefore M●●● unto thee again,  
●●● dost suspect, the issues of my brain,  
●● but my bastards, now my Muse doth fly,  
●nd in thy throat gives thy suspect the lie.  
●nd to the trial dares thee when thou darest,  
Accounting thee a coward, if thou sparest.  
●●● little wit, and brain, and spleen,  
And gall memory, and mirth and teen,  
●●d passions, and affections of the mind,  
● other Mortals use to be inclined.  
A●● having all this, wherefore should men doubt,  
●●● wit should be so crippled with the Gout,  
●●● it must have assistance to compile,  
●●●a l●●e dog, that's limping or a style?  
●●●o, no, thou Z●yl●●, thou detracting else,  
●●●gh thou art insufficient in thyself,  
●nd hast thy wit and studies in reversion,  
●●●●●● on me that scandalous aspersion.  
●●● such ballad-mongring timing slaves,  
●●●●●ygging rascals, such audacious knaves,  
●●e bane of learning, the abuse of Arts,  
●●●me of Nature's worst defective parts:  
The scorn of scholars, poison of rewards,  
●● dlesse vassals of true worths regards,  
The shame of time, the canker of deserts,  
The death of liberal and heroic hearts,  
●●● like so many bandogs snarl and snatch,  
●●● all's their own they can from others catch:  
●●● lick the scraps of Scholars wits (like dogs)  
(●●●●● old) draffs good enough for hogs.  
●●yning line by line, and piece by piece,  
●●● from each place they read, will filch a sleece.  
●●● thinks my Muse should piecemeal tear these rogues  
●●● base & vile them tattered Irish brogues.  
●●● kissing rascals, flattering parasites,  
●●●ne vices vassals, virtues opposites.  
●●● you da●●bde curs have murdered liberal minds,  
●●● made best Poets worse esteemed then hinds:  
●●● wherefore do I take a Scholar's part,  
●●● have no ground or Axioms of Art,  
●●● in Poesy an artless creature,  
●●● have no learning but the book of Nature;  
No Academical Poetic strains.  
But homespun medley of my mottley brains?  
Th●●●●● on ● a Scholar's wants bewail;  
And why against ●●fe littered whelps I rail,  
I● this, that they long time should time beftow.  
In paint fall study, secret Arts to know,  
●●d after live in want, contempt and scorn,  
By every dunghill peasant over-borne,  
Ab●●d, rejected, doggedly disgraced,  
De'p●ed, ragged, jowzie, and outfaced,  
Whilst Bag-pipe-poets stuffed with others wind,  
Are g●●c'd for wit, they have from them purloined.  
Now in my owned fence once more I'll say,  
Their too rash judgements too much run astray,  
That, 'c●●se my name is Taylor, I do theeve it,  
I hope their wisdoms will no more believe it:  
Nor let my want of learning be the cause,  
I should be bitten with black, envies jaws:  
For whose'r by nature is not a Poet,  
By rules of Art he never well can show it.  
there's many a wealthy heir long time at School,  
Doth spend much study, and comes home a fool.  
A Poet needs must be a Poet borne,  
Or else his Art precures his greater scorn,  
For why? if Art alone made men excel,  
Me thinks Tom Coriat should write excellent well:  
But he was borne belike in some cross year,  
When learning was good cheap, but wit was dear.  
Then to conclude, as I before began,  
Though nought by Scholarship or Art I can,  
Yet (if my stock by nature were more bare)  
I scorn to utter stolen or borrowed ware:  
And therefore Reader, now I tell thee plain,  
If thou incredulous dost still remain;  
If yea or nay these reasons do persuade thee,  
I leave thee and thy faith to him that made thee.   

To the Kings most excellent Majesty.  
Anagramma. james Stuart. MUSKS TARI AT.  
GReat Sovereign, as thy sacred Royal breast  
Is by the Muse's whole and sole possessed:  
So do I know, Rich, Precious, Peereleffe gem,  
In writing unto Thee, I writ to them.  
The Muses tarry at thy name: why so?  
Because they have no further for to go.   

To the high and mighty Prince, CHARLES STVART.  

Anagramma, Calls true hearts.  
Brave Prince, thy name, thy fame, thyself and all,  
With lone and service all true hearts doth call:  
So royally endued with Princely parts,  
Thy Real virtues always, calls true hearts.   

To Anna Queen of Great Britain.  
THese backward and these forward lines I fend,  
To your right Royal high Majestic hand:  
And like the guilty prisoner I attend  
Your censure, wherein bliss or bale doth stand.  
If I condemned be, I cannot grudge,  
For never Poet had a juster judge.  
These lines are to be read the same backward as they are forward.  
Dear Madam Reed:  
Deem if I meed.    

Love's jabyrinth, with the description of the seven Planets.  

I Travelled through a wilderness of late,  
Ashady, dark, unhaunted desert grove:  
Whereas a wretch explained his piteous state.  
Whose moans the Tigers unto ruth would move;  
Yet though he was a man cast down by Fate,  
Full manly with his miseries he striven:  
And dared false Fortune to her utmost worst,  
And e'er he meant to bend, would bravely burst.   

Yet swelling grief so much o'ercharged his heart,  
In scalding sighs, he needs must vent his woe,  
Where groans, and tears, and sighs, all bear a part,  
As partners in their master's overthrow:  
Yet spite of grief, he laughed to scorn his smart,  
And midst his depth of care demeaned him so,  
As if sweet concord bore the greatest sway,  
And snarling discord was enforced t'obey.   

Thou Saint (quoth he) I whilom did adore,  
Think not thy youthful feature still can last,  
In winter's age, thou shalt in vain implore,  
That thou on me, such coy disdain didst cast:  
Then, then remember old said fawes of yore.  
Time was, Time is, but then thy Times is passed:  
And in the end, thy bitter torments be;  
Because that causeless, thou tormentedst me.   
Oh you immortal, high Imperious powers,  
Have you in your resistless dooms decreed,  
To blast with spite, & scorns my pleasant hours,  
To starve my hopes, and my despair to feed?  
Once more let me attain those sunshine showers:  
Whereby my withered joys again may breed.  
If gods no comfort to my cares apply,  
My comfort is, I know the way to dye.  

1 To Saturn.  
With wits distracted here I make my will,  
I do bequeath to Saturn, all my sadness,  
When Melancholy first my heart did fill,  
My senses turn from soberness to madness:  
Since Saturn, thou wast Author of my ill,  
To give me grief, and take away my gladness:  
Malignant Planet, what thou gav'st to me,  
I give again, as good a gift to thee.   

2 To jove.  
I do surrender back to thundering jove,  
All state, which erst my glory did adorn:  
My frothy pomp, and my ambitious love,  
To thee, false jupster, I back return  
All jovial thoughts, that first my heart did move,  
In thy Majestic brain was bred and borne;  
Which by thy inspiration caused my wrack,  
And therefore unto thee, I give it back.   

3 To Mars.  
To Mars I give my rough robustious rage,  
My anger, fury, and my scarlet wrath:  
Man-slaughtring murder, is thy only page,  
Which to thy bloody guidance I bequeath,  
Thy servants all, from death should have their ●●●●  
For they are executioners for death:  
Great Mars, all fury, wrath, and rage of mine,  
I freely offer to thy Gory shrine.   

4 To Sol.  
Allseeing Sol, thy bright reflecting eye  
Did first with Poet's Art inspire my brains:  
'tis thou that me so much didst dignify,  
To wrap my soul with sweet Poetike strains,  
And unto thee, again before I die,  
I give again, a Poets gainelesse gains,  
Though wit and art are blessings most divine,  
Yet here, their gems, amongst a heard of sw●●●.   

5 To Venus.  
To thee, false Goddess, love's adulterous Queen,  
My most inconstant thoughts I do surrender:  
For thou alone, alone haste ever been  
True lover's bane, yet seemest love's defender,  
And were thy Bastard blind, as fools do wee●●●  
So right he had not spilt my heart so tender:  
Fond Vulcan's pride, thou turn'st my joy to p●●●●  
Which unto thee, I render back again,   

6 To Mercury.  
To Mercury, I give my sharking shifts,  
My twofold false equivocating tricks:  
All cunning sleights, and close deceiving drifts,  
Which to deceitful wrong my humour pricks:  
●●y Bo●eaka's, my Decoys and Lifts:  
●●birdlime henceforth to my fingers sticks.  
My thoughts, my words, my actions that are bad,  
To thee I give, for them from thee I had.   

7 To Luna.  

bedfast and low'st of all these Planets seven,  
●y wavering thoughts, I give to Lunac's guiding:  
●y senseless brains, of wit and sense bereaven,  
●y strdfast change, and my most certain sliding,  
●● various alterations under heaven,  
●● that is mine, o'er moving or abiding,  
My woes, my joys, my mourning and my mirth,  
I give to thee, from whence they had their birth.   

●hus he against the higher powers contends,  
●● threats, and bans, and beats his care crazd breast,  
●he birds harmonious music to him lends,  
●hich adds no rest unto his restless rest:  
●●●●●'ry thing in loving sort attends:  
effaceable, and senseless do their best.  
With helpless helps do help to moon his moan,  
And her he love's, remains unkind alone.   

●● last he rose from out the place he lay,  
●●● frantically ran woodly through the wood:  
●he scratching brambes in the wailesse way,  
●●●eate his stay, but in a harebrained mood;  
●e fled, till weary he at last did stay,  
●o rest him, where a ragged rock there ood  
With reso'ution to despair and dye,  
Whilst Echo to his moan did thus reply.   

Echo.  
●ay humane mischiefs be compared with mine? mine.  
Thine, babbling Echo, would thy tongue told true: true.  
●●● that I alone must weep and pine: pine.  
●●pine for her, from whom my cares ensue, sue.  
●●● I serve a marblehearted fair, air.  
And air is all the fruit of fruitless love: love  
loves hope is past, then welcome black despair despair.  
●●● there despair my causeless curse remove? move.  
●●● whither shall I move, to joy or pain? pain.  
●●● pain be my reward for pain for aye? aye.  
●ye must my torment seed her scornful vain? vain.  
●o ease me grief, will she say yea or nay? nay.  
●ay, then from love and all his laws I fly. fly.  
●●● I search, I seek the way to die. die.   

Thus brabbling against all things he hears or sees,  
●●●patient at his froward fortunes wrongs:  
●o sensu'all object with his sense agrees.  
●ll pleasures his dispeasure more prolongs:  
●● length he carves upon the thick-barked trees  
These under written sad lamenting songs.  
And as my weak invention understood,  
His farewell thus, was graved upon the wood.    

Sonnet.  

LIke a decrepit wretch, deformed and lame  
My verse approaches to my dearest Dame  
Whose dire disdain, makes my laments her game  
Whose scornful eyes add fuel to my flame.  
But whether she, or I are most too blame  
I for attempting to exalt her fame  
With fruitless Sonnets; which my wit did frame:  
Or she whose piercing looks my heart o'er- came.  
Her feature can both men and monsters tame  
The gods, and fiends adore and dread her name  
Whose matchless form doth Cytherea shame,  
Whose cruel heart remaineth still the same  
And in a word, I strive against the stream  
My state's too low, and hers is too supreme.   

Then since so scornful is her high dis- deign,  
Since all my love is but bestowed in vain  
Curb fancy then, with true discretions Rhine,  
Let reason cure my tor-tormenting pain,  
Suppose I should at last, my suit at- ta'en,  
And then sit down and count my losing gain:  
My harvest would be tares in stead of grain.  
Then I'll no longer vex my vexed brain  
To seek her love, who joys when I come- plain  
No longer I, love's vassal will re-maine,  
I'll be no more of Cupid's witless train,  
Whose partial blindness hath so many slain.  
Proud Dame, whose breast my love didst erst refrain  
Despite loves, laws, I'll be no more thy swain.   

Thus like a man, whose wits were quite bereft him,  
I found him mad with love, and so I left him.     

Pluto's Proclamation concerning his Infernal pleasure for the Propagation of Tobacco.  

TRue News & strange my Muse intends to write,  
From horrid concaves of eternal night:  
Whereas a damned Parliament of Devils,  
Enacted laws to fill the world with evils.  
Black Pluto sundry proclamations sends  
Through Barathrum, and summons all the fiends,  
To know how they on earth had spent their times,  
And how they had becloged the world with crimes.   

First spoke an ancient Devil yclept Pride,  
Who said he wandered had, both fare and wide,  
Dispersing his Ambitious poisonous bane,  
As fare as Luna doth both wax or wane.   

Next summoned was a rakehell surgownd cur,  
Called Avarice, (whose rotten haulking murr)  
Was like to choke him, ere he could declare  
How he had souls possessed with moneys care.  
That so they fill their Coffers to the brim,  
Ali's one, let sweet salvation sink or swim.   

The third that to the Parliament came in,  
Was murder, all inroabed in scarlet sin,  
Who told great Limboes' monarch he had done  
Such deeds, as thousand souls to hell have won.   

The fourth that entered to this damned lurie,  
Was sweet sin Lechery, a smugfaced fury:  
Said that the world should his great pains approve,  
Where universal lust is counted love.   

The fist was an ilshaped decrepit Crone  
Called Envy, all consumed to skin and bone:  
And she declared what labour he had spent  
To Honours, and to Virtue's detriment.   

Then sixth, did Burst-gut Gluttony appear,  
Whose sole delight is all in belly-cheer:  
Who told how he men's greedy minds did serve  
To cram their bodies, whilst their souls did starve.   

The seventh was Sloth, an ugly loathsome wretch,  
Who being called, did gape, and yawn, and stretch:  
I have (quoth he) done as your highness wiled,  
I all the world with Idleness have filled,  
In lazy Creatures members I do lurk,  
That thousands will be hanged, before the they'll work.   

Then Pluto said, These ills, you have done well,  
In propagation of our Kingdom, Hell:  
But yet there's one thing which I will effect,  
Which too long hath been buried with neglect;  
And this it is, in Rich America,  
In India, and black Barbaria.  
Whereas the people's superstitions show  
Their mind, because no other God they know,  
In those misguided lands I caused to breed  
A foul contagious, stinking Manbane weed:  
Which they (poor fools) with diligence do gather  
To sacrifice to me that am their Father:  
Where every one a Furies shape assumes,  
Befog'd and clouded with my hel-hatched fumes.  
But these black Nations that adore my name,  
I'll leave in pleasure: and my mischiefs frame  
'Gainst those who by the name of Christian go,  
Whose Author was my final overthrow.  
And therefore strait diwlge our great commands,  
That presently throughout all Christian lands,  
Tobacco be dispersed, that they may be  
As Moors and Pagans are, all like to me:  
That from the Palace to the paltry nook,  
Like hell in imitation all may look.  
In vice let Christians pass both Jews and Turke●  
And let them outpass Christians in good works.  
Let every Cobbler with his dirty fist,  
Take pride to be a black Tobacconist.  
Let Idiot Coxcombs swear, 'tis excellent gear,  
And with a whiff their reputations rear.  
Let every idle addle-pated gull  
With stinking sweet Tobacco stuff his skull.  
Let Don Fantastic smoke his vasty gorge,  
Let rich and poor, let honest men and knaves,  
Be smoked and stunk unto their timeless graves.  
Thus is our last irrevocable will,  
Which though it damn not man, I know 'twill kill:  
And therefore straight to every Christian Nation,  
Diwlge and publish this our Proclamation.    

A Proclamation or approbation from the King of execration, to every Nation, for Tobaccoes' propagation.  
WHereas we have been credibly informed (by our true and neverfailing Intelligeneers, ●●● the souls of Usurers, Brokers, Knights of the Pu●●● Panders, Bawds, and such like, our well-beloved sea●●● and daughters, by graceless adoption) that the ●●●●● (alias weed) cleped Tobacco, (alias) Trinidado alias, Petun, alias, Necocianum, a long time ha●●● been in continual use and motion amongst the Se●●● burned, tanskind Indians, Barbarians, and the ●●● of our black guard inhabiting in America, which hath been greatly to our contentment to see our execrable servants on the earth, to come so near our infernal Tartarian sulphurous contagious stink, with their terrestrial imitations: we therefore with th● full consent of our three Estates, namely our Lord● spiritual of our own synagogue, as twelve Turb●●● Mufiyes, 66. Popes, and sundry other Cardinel● etc. Prelates our four trusty friends: Besides ●●● Temporal Lords, as Heliogabalus, Nero, Sanlanapalus, with many more, and our Commonalty ●●● vassals, whereof the chief, we hold to be Guido●●● Faux, Francis Ravillac, and all such as ●●●● Naturalised into the line of judas or Achitophel. We with these estates aforesaid ●●● (by the Authority of this present Parliament) straightly charge and command, that all di●els, demy-divels, fiends, furies, hags, witches, ghosts, goblins, spirits, elves, fairies, or any ●●●● subjects' or subjects, to our infernal monarchy, ●ywh●● name or title soever they be called, that they ●ad ●a●cry of them do forthwith upon the sight here●●, disperse themselves amongst the Christians (the ●er enemies of our mightic Monarchy) and there, ●●●●●●● of witcherafts, spells, exorcisms, con●●●, ●●● antations, or any other of our Ma●●●) devices, do their best endeavours to possess ●●● with the love of Tobacco, make old men ●o ate ●● it, and young men admire it, make the rich ●●●●● their ●ealth in it, make the labourer in ●● hour in the Evening puff away his whole days ●●● be decayed bankrupt be always my tru●● factor to diwlge it, be they never so base, let ●● be accounted Noble that use it, and be they ●● so Noble, let them be thought base that re●●●●● Playhouses, Drinking-schooles, Tavorus, ●●●ses, Bawdy houses, be continually haunted with the contaminous vapours of it, nay (if it be ●●●ble●) bring it into their Churches, and there ●●● up their Preachers, (my only and my hate●● s●●mics.)  
And whereas the Indians, and other fare remoted ●●barous Nations were the first that used it, we do ●●oghtly further charge and command, that you ●nd every of you, do dissuade them from the exc●s●●● use of it, and let those Nations that are our con●●●●● opposites in manners and Religion, be fully ●●● with an immoderate desire of it like Hors●●●●●, the more they drink, the more let them ●●●st let it be a trade to practise the whiff, the ●●●, the gulp, the evaporating or retention. Do ●●● with all expedition, as you expect the fruition of ●● fatherly execrable Malevolent Malediction.  

Given at our Palace at Gehemn●, etc.   

THis Proclamation was no sooner done,  
But thousand furies to and fro did run,  
●●● accomplish what their Master Pluto spoke,  
And fully fill the world with stink and smoke:  
And now the man that se'ne of feeling reft,  
By reason of his age, whose teeth have left  
The vasty Ca●urne of his mumping cud,  
Most have Tobacco to revive his blood:  
The glistering Gallant, or the Gallant Gull,  
The icering Pander, and the hackney Trull,  
The Roisting Rascal, and the swearing Slave,  
The Ostler, Tapster, all in general crave  
To be a foggy, misty, smoky jury  
Upon this upstart newfound ●●●●ien fury,  
Great Captain Graceless storms, pro●●●s, and swearers,  
He ●●● have the rascal Poet by the cares,  
And beat him, as a man would beat a dog,  
That dares once speak against this precious fog.  
It is the jewel that he most respects,  
It is the gem of joy his heart affects:  
It is the thing his soul doth most adore,  
To live and love Tobacco, and a whore:  
he'll cram his brains with fumes of Indian grass,  
And grow as fat with't as an English Ass.  
Some say Tobacco will men's days prolong.  
To whom I answer, they are in the wrong.  
And sure my conscience gives me not the i'll,  
I think 'twill make men rotten ●re they die.  
Old Adam lived nine hundred thirty year,  
Yet ne'er drank none, as I could read or hear:  
And some men now live ninety years and past,  
Who never drank Tobacco first nor last.  
Then since at first it came from faithless Moors,  
(And since 'tis now more common far than whores ●  
I see no reason any Christian Nation  
Should follow then in devilish im●●ation:  
So farewell pipe, and pudding, stuff and smoke,  
My Muse thinks fit to leave, before the choke.   
Certain verses written in the Barbarian tongue, dropped out of a Negro's pocket, which I thought good to insert, because they tend to ●● honour of Tobacco.  
VAprosh faugh stinkguash slavorumques fie fominoshte Spitterspaw●smon, loather so hem halk●sh spewrsb●shte Mistrum fo● smoakrash, choakerumques olifa ●rish trash. Dam durt●cun belehum, contagio●●te vem●●troshe: Whifferum, puff gulpum, allisnuff huff fleaminon odish, Rewmito contaminosh disbodied dungish odorish:   

To the Right Honourable, Lord, William Earl of Pembroke, WILLIAM HERBERT.  
Anagramma. My heart will bear.  

RIght Noble Lord, whose breast doth bear a heart  
Which is a Patron unto Arms and Art:  
Inspite of Envy, still thy fame shines clear:  
For none but honoured thoughts thy heart will bear.   

WHen I but think, the days we wander in,  
How most part of the world do live by sin:  
How finely Satan shows his cunning s●ill,  
That one man gets his goods, from others ill,  
Do not the Lawyers live like mighty Lords;  
On brawls, on iar●res, contentions and discords,  
When if men (as they should) would but agree,  
A Term would scarcely yield a Lawyer's fee?  
Let usurers brag of conscience what they can,  
They live like devils, upon the bane of man:  
The racking Landlord gets his ill got store,  
By raising rents, which make his tenants poor:  
Clap-shoulder Sergeants get the devil and all,  
By begg'ring and by bringing men in thrall.  
Like Gentlemen, the jailors spend their lives  
By keeping men in fetters, bonds and gyves:  
The vintner and the vict'lar get most gains  
From daily drunkards, and distempered brains:  
From whence do justice Clerks get most they have,  
But from the whore, the thief, the bawd, the knave?  
In what consists the hangman's greatest hope,  
But hope of great employment for the rope?  
The very blue-coate Beadles get their trash,  
By whips and rods, and the fine firking lash.  
But leaving these, note but how Corporations  
From others vices, get their reputations:  
The upstart velvet silken satin gull,  
His own purse empts, to fill the Mercer's full:  
When for his birth, or wit more fit agrees,  
A breech of leather, and a coat of freeze.  
The Tailor is a Gentleman transformed  
For his inventing fashions new deformed,  
And those that make the Verdingales and bodies,  
Get most they have, from idle witless nodies.  
The Tires, the Periwigs, and the Rebates,  
Are made t'adome ilshaped Inamoratoes.  
Yea all the world is falue to such a madness,  
That each man gets his goods from others badness.  
The Chirurgeon and Physician get their stocks,  
From Gouts, from Fevers, Botches, Piles, & Pocks:  
With others pain, they most of all are pleased,  
And best are eased, when others are diseased.  
As Sextons live by dead, and not by quick,  
So they live with the sound, but by the sick.  
Thus each man life's by other men's amiss,  
And one man's meat, another's poison is.    

To the Right honourable john Lord Viscount Haddington, Earl of Holdernes, john Ramsey.  
Angaramma I aim Honors.  
THrice worthy Lord, whose virtues do proclaim,  
How Honours noble mark is still thy Aim,  
T' attain the which, thou hold'st thy hand so steady,  
That thy deserts have worn the prize already.   

To the Honourable Knight Sir Thomas Bludder.  
Anagramma Armed, Thus bold.  
GOd is my Captain, my defence and hold,  
Through faith in him, I am thus armed thus bold●   

Upon the Powder Treason the fifth of November 1605.  
THis day old D●mon, and the damned Crew,  
Our King and Kingdom in the air had tossed:  
But that our God their devilish practice crossed,  
And on their treacherous heads the mischief threw  
No Pagan, Tartar, Turk or faithless jew,  
Or hell's black Monarch with his hateful host,  
Since first amongst them Treason was engrossed,  
No plot like that from their invention flew.  
But when they thought a powder blast, a breath  
Should all this Island into totters tear:  
Th' Almighty's mercy freed us from that fear,  
And paid the Traitors with infamous death.  
For which, let King, and all true Subjects sing  
Continual praise unto Heavens gracious King.   

To the Right Honourable Iob● Moray, Lord Viscount Annan, Earl of Annandale, Gentleman of his Majesty's Honourable Bedchamber.  
Anagramma I aim Honour.  
INdustrious Loyalty doth daily tell,  
You Aim at honour, and you level well,  
And with your trusty service shoot so right,  
That in the end you sure will hit the white.   

Twelve Sonnets upon the Sons entering into the twelve Celestial Signs.  
The 10. of March, the Sun enters into Aries, or the sign of the Raw.  

March 10. Aries.  
Diurnal Titans all reviving Car,  
Through all the heavens his progress now he ●●●●●  
And now his glistering Rays he doth unbarre:  
And what his absence marred, his presence makes:  
Now he gins dame Tellus face to parch,  
With blustering Boreas & with Eurus breath,  
Thick clouds of dust in March, through air doth march,  
And Plants dead seeming Re-revines from death.  
Now at the heavy-headed horned Ram,  
AEo●●● AErbon, Phlogon, and Pyrois,  
●● sweet Ambrosya sweetly feed and cram,  
And drinking Nector's gods carousing juice,  
Thus yearly, one and thirty days at least,  
In Aries Titan deigns to be a guest.   

To the Right Honourable Christopher Villers, Earl of Anglesey.  
Anagramma, Christ is our helper.  

TO me and mine, our only comfort's this,  
In all good Actions, Christ our helper is.   

The 11. of April he comes into Taurus, or the  
Sign of the Bull.    

Taurus.  
Hypericon now's removed unto the Bull,  
And seems all hid in Mists and watery bowers:  
Till wollsacke seeming clouds are bursting full,  
And then he glides the Air with golden showers.  
He shines, he hides, he smiles, and then he lours,  
Now glorious glowing, and strait darkened dim:  
He's now obscured, and now his beams out powers,  
Asskies' are clear, or thick 'twixt us and him.  
Thus all the April, at bopeep he plays.  
encircling daily the Rotundious sphere.  
And at the Bull he hides his glistering rays,  
Til● air is purged of clouds, and skies are clear.  
Then he the headstrong Taurus. soon forsakes,  
And to his Summer progress hast he makes.   

To the Right Honourable the Earl of Manchester, Lord privy Seal to the King's majesty, HENRY MONTAGVE.  
Anagramma Governeth many.  
AMongst a Million, there is hardly Any,  
That (like yourself) so well doth govern Many.  
The 12. of May the Sun enters into Gemini, or the Twins.   

Gemini, May.  
NOw bright faced Sminthus, with fair Flora meet  
Adorning her with Nature's best attire:  
Trees, plants, herbs, flowers, & odoriferous sweet  
With Birds all chanting in their feathered choir.  
Now country Tom and Tyb have their desire,  
And roll and tumble freely on the grass,  
The Milkmaid gets a green gown for her her  
And all in sport the time away do pass,  
The bird, the beast, the lusty lad, the lafle:  
Do sing, do frisk, do clip, do coll, do kiss,  
Not thinking how the time must be, or was,  
But making pleasant uso of time as 'tis,  
Till Sminthus leaves his lodging at the twins.  
And to a hotter race his course begins.   

To my approved good friend, Mr Robert Branthwayte.  
Anagramma. You bear a heart true bend.  
LEt fortune smile or frown, you are content,  
At all Assares you bear a heart true bend.  
The 12. of june the Sun enters into Cancer or the Crab.   

Cancer. june.  

OF all the Inns where Sol doth use to lie,  
With crabbed Cancer none may make compare:  
It is the highest in the lofty sk●e,  
All other signs to it inferior are.  
When Sol is once ascended and come there:  
He scalds and scorches with his heavenly heat:  
Makes fields of grass, and flowery meadows bare,  
And though the idle work not, yet they sweat,  
Thus like an all-commanding lord he sways,  
High mounted in his chiefe So●stician pride:  
For when the Cancer he immures his rays,  
Unto the height his glory's amplifide.  
And when he goes from thence, he doth begin  
By shorter journeys to attain his Inn.   

The thirteenth of july the Sun enters into  
Leo, or the Lion.    

Leo. july.  

THe world's eye daz'ler in his fiery race,  
Doth at the Lion lodge his untamed Steeds:  
And now the ripening year gins apace  
To show Dame T●llu●, procreative seeds.  
For as from man, man's generation breeds,  
So by manuring of our Grandam Earth,  
Are brought forth fruits, & flowers, and herbs, and weeds,  
To shield ingrateful man from pining dearth.  
The dogged dog days now with heat do swelled,  
And now's the season, of th'unseasoned air:  
When burning seavers make the patiented melt,  
Whose heat the Doctors hardly can repair:  
For why, these currish days are fatal still,  
And where they chance to bite, they use to kill.   
The foureteenth of August, the Sun enters into Virgo, Or the Virgin.   

Virgo. August.  

Unhappy phaetons Splendidious Sire,  
Left amorous bussing beauteous Climens' lips,  
And all inspired with Love's celestial fire:  
His Globe surrounding Steed amain he whips:  
And to the Virgur Virgo down doth glide,  
Where for she entertained him to his pleasure,  
He his exchequer coffers opens wide,  
And fills the world with harvests wished for treasure,  
Now country Hindes unto their tools betake,  
The fork, the rake, the scythe, the hook, the cart,  
And all a general expedition make,  
Till Nature be left naked by their art.  
At last the Virgin, when these things are done,  
Till that time twelvemonth leaves her Love the sun.   
The thirteenth of September, the Sun enters into Libra, Or the Balance.   

Libra. September.  

THe Great allseeing burning eye of day,  
In Libra●s Balance restless comes to rest,  
Where equally his way he seems to weigh:  
And day and night with equal hours are dressed:  
By these just scales, true justice is expressed,  
Which doth to times and places render right,  
Where wealth insults not, nor the poor oppressed,  
But all's even poized, like the day and night.  
And now this lamp of light doth here alight,  
Making this Sign, his Equinoctial Inn,  
Whilst fruitful trees are over-laden quite:  
(Too great a gracious guerdon for man's sin)  
And as in March he began to do us grace,  
So to th' Antipodes he now begins show his face.   
The foureteenth of October, the Sun enters into Scorpio.   

Scorpio. October.  

ILlustrious Phoebus now declines amain,  
His golden head within the Scorpion dwells.  
Now boisterous blasts of wind, and showers of rain,  
Of raging winters nigh approach foretells,  
From trees sharp Autu●●ne, all the leaves expels,  
For Phoebus now hath left his pleasant Inns,  
Now Merchants Bacchus blood both buy and sell,  
And Michael's Term, law's harvest now gins,  
Where many losers are, and few that wins:  
For law may well be called contentions whip,  
When for a scratch, a cuff, for points or pins,  
Will witless gets his neighbour on the hip.  
Then tone the t'other unto law will urge,  
And up they come to give their purse a purge.   
The eleventh of November, the Sun enters into Sagitarius, Or the Archer.   

Sagitarius. November.  

THus Luna's brother lower doth descend,  
And at the Archer rests his radiant Wain,  
Now winter's bitter blasting storms contend.  
T'assault our hemespheare, with might and main,  
The fields and trees disrobed all again,  
Stark naked stripped of herbs, of hours, of fruits  
And now the Lord, the Loon, the Sir, the Swai●e,  
Against the freeze, of Frieze make winter suits.  
Now ch●rping birds are all turned tounglesse mutes,  
And Shepherd's swains to sheephouse d●●ue their sheep  
Not controversies now are in disputes  
At Westminster where such a coil they keep;  
Where man doth man within the Law betosse,  
Till some go croslesse home by Woodcocks Crosse●   
The eleventh of December, the Sun enters into Capricorn, Or the Goat.   

Capricornus. December.  
A polo hath attained his lowest seat,  
And now the shortness of his race is such,  
That though his Glory for a time be great,  
He gives his Sister Cynthia twice as much.  
Now is the welcomest time of all the year,  
Now die the oxen, and the fatted hogs:  
Now merry Chirstmas fills the world with cheer,  
And chimney's smoke with burning log on logs.  
He that's a miser all the year beside,  
Will revel now, and for no cost will spare,  
A pox hang sorrow, let the world go slide,  
Let's eat and drink, and cast away all care.  
Thus when Apollo's at the horned Goat,  
He makes all Christendom with mirth to ●or●●●.  
The tenth of january, the Sun enters into Aquarius, Or the sign of the Waterbearer.   

Aquarius, january.  

THe Glorious Great Extinguisher of Night,  
Immures his bright translucent golden head,  
And from his radiant team he doth alight,  
To rest his Steeds in cold Aquarius bed.  
Now hoary frost, hath Tellus face o'rspred,  
And chilling numbness whets the shaving air,  
All vegetable creatures now seem dead.  
Like cureless cures, past and repast repair:  
●●igidious janus' twofold frozen face,  
T●mes moist Aquar●us into congealed ye:  
Though by the fires warm side the pot have place,  
Of winter's wrath it needs must know the price.   

At last, day's burning torch, again takes horse,  
And into wetter weather makes his course.   
The ninth of February, the Sun enters into Pisces, Or the sign of the two fishes.   

Pisces. February.  

Now snow, and rain, and hail & slavering sleet,  
(The Delphean god hath sucked from sea and land,  
With exhalations) now the earth they greet:  
Poured down by Iris liberal hand,  
If soulefaced February keep true touch,  
He makes the toiling Ploughman's proverb right;  
By night, by day, by little and by much,  
It fills the ditch, with either black or white:  
And as the hard cornuted butting Ram,  
At setting forth was Titan's daintiest dish:  
So to conclude his race, right glad I am,  
To leave him feasting with a mess of fish.  
And long in Pisces he doth not remain,  
But leaves the fish, and falls to flesh again.     

To the Right Honourable Thomas Lord Ridgewaye, Treasurer.  
THOMAS RIDGEWAYE. Anagramma. God Arms thy way.  
Again,  

Age is made worthy.   

THough sin and hell work mortals to betray,  
Yet against their malice still, God Arms thsway.  
When life and lands, and all away must fade,  
By Noble actions, Age is worthy made.    

Certain Sonnets made in the form of Aequivoques; on the destruction of Troy.  

When Helen was for Priam's son a mate,  
From Greece bereavest by Parto & his Band:  
Which caused the Greeks', the Trojan m●rds ama●e,  
Some curled the boy; and other some they band:  
The strum pet Queen which brought the burning brand,  
That Illium fired & wracked old I'●am● Race:  
And on their Names long living shame d●d brand,  
(For headstrong lust runs an unbounded ●ace.)  
This beauteous piece, whose feature radiant b●aze,  
Made Menelaus horn-mad war to wage:  
And set all Troy in a combustious blaze,  
Whose ten years triumphs scarce was worth●●● wage,   

For all their conquests, and their battering Rams,  
Their leaders most returned, with heads like Rams.    

To the Right Honourable, the Lord Viscount Grandison.  

Anagramma. Hearts join in love.   

THy loyal service to thy King, doth prove,  
That to thy Country, thy Hart join in love.   

With raging madness and with fury fell,  
Great Diemed, and Atax left their Tents.  
And in the throat of death, to blows they fell,  
To make more work for plasters, and for tents.  
With blood imbruing all the Phrygian Clime,  
Whilst men like Autumn leaves drop dying down:  
Where some through blood & wounds to honour climb,  
And some their mangled them bestrows the down:  
Whilst Par●s with his Helen in his Arms  
Embraces her about the wasteful waist:  
Saw many a Gallant Knight in burnished Arms,  
Who from their Teuts made haste to make more waste:  
Who to their Teuts did ne'er return again.  
Thus wars makes gain a loss, and loss a gain.   

HAd Priam's Queen in Cradle slain her Son,  
The lustful Paris (hopeless boy) I mean:  
Then Illion's Towers might still have braved the Sun:  
His death to save their lives had been the mean.  
Unlucky luck, when juno, Venus, Prllas  
Did crave his censure upon Ida Mount:  
Whence sprung the cause that Troy & Priam's Palace  
Were burnt, which erst the skies did seem to mount.  
Had he been drowned or strangled with a cord,  
He had not robbed Oenone of her heart:  
Or had he died, ere Helen did accord  
With him, to head her husband like a Hart.   

But Troy, it is thy fate, this knave and Baggage  
Confounds thy state, and fire thy bag & baggage.   

Troyes' fruitful Queen did many children bear,  
So brave, heroic, and so stout a Crew:  
Who all in noble actions did accrue,  
When age had made their Parents bald and bare,  
They made their daintlesse courage to appear,  
Amidst the throngs of danger and debate:  
Where wars remorseless stroke killed many a Peer,  
Whilst swords, not words, their counsels did debate:  
But blood on blood, their fury could not sat,  
For fierce Achilles did brave Hector gore:  
To guerdon which, the Grecian in his gore,  
Did wallow, whilst the Troyans' laughing sat.   

Thus did Achilles bid the world adieu  
For Hector's death, Revenge did claim a due.   

TEn weary years these bloody broils did last,  
Until the Greeks had formed a wooden Steed:  
Which they on Priam would bestow at last,  
(When force prevails not, falsehood stands in stead.)  
False Sinon (who so well could forge a lie,  
Whose traitorous eyes shed many a treacherous tear)  
Knew well that in the horse's womb did lie,  
The wolves that Troy did all in pieces tear.  
Polyxena, Achilles' dear-bought dear,  
Was hewed in gobbets on her lover's grave,  
King, Queen, and Troy, for Helen paid too dear,  
All felt the Grecian rage, both young and grave.   

To Kings and Commons, death's alike, all one,  
Except AEneas, who escaped alone.   

LO thus the burden of Adulterous guilt,  
I showering vengeance, Troy and Trojans saw:  
No age, no sex, no beauty, Gold or guilt,  
Withstood foretold Cassandra's sacred saw.  
She often said false Helen's beauteous blast  
Should be the cause the mighty Grecian power,  
Their names, and fames, with infamy should blast,  
And how the gods on them would vengeance pour.  
But poor Cassandra prophesied in vain,  
She clamorous cries (as 'twere) to senseless Rocks.  
The youths of Troy, in merry scornful vein,  
Securelesse slept, whilst lust the cradle rocks:   

Till bloody burning Indignation came,  
And all their mirth with mourning overcame.    

Certain Sonnets: variously composed upon diverse subjects.  

Sonnet. 1  

True Nobility.   

GReat is the glory of the Noble mind,  
Where life and death are equal in respect:  
If fates be good or bad, unkind or kind,  
Not proud in freedom, nor in thrall deject;  
With courage scorning fortune's worst effect,  
And spitting in foul Envy's cankered face.  
True honour thus doth base thoughts subject,  
Esteeming life a slave, that serves disgrace.  
Fowl abject thoughts, become the mind that's base,  
That deems there is no better life than this,  
Or after death doth fear a worse place,  
Where guilt is paid the guerdon of Amiss.   

But let swollen envy swell until she burst,  
The Noble mind defies her to her worst.    

Sonnet. 2.  

Envy and Honour.   

COuld Envy dye, if Honour were deceased?  
She could not live, for Honour's Enuie's food:  
She life's by sucking of the Noble blood,  
And scales the lofty top of Fame's high Crest.  
Base thoughts compacted in the abject breast,  
The Meager Monster doth nor harm, nor good:  
But like the wane, or wax, of ebb or flood,  
She shuns as what her gorge doth most detest,  
Where heau'n-bred honour in the Noble mind,  
From out the Caverns of the breast proceeds:  
There hellborn Envy shows her hellish kind,  
And Vultur like upon their actions feeds.  
But here's the odds, that Honour's tree shall grow,  
When Enuie's rotten stump shall burn in woe.    

Sonnet. 3.  

Beauty's lustre.   

Due drinking Phoebus hide his golden head,  
Balm-breathing Zephyrus lay close immured:  
The silly Lambs and kids lay all as dead,  
Skies, earth, and seas, all solace had abjured.  
Poor men and beasts, to toilsome tasks enured,  
In dropping manner spent the drowsy day:  
All but the Owl, whose safety night assured,  
She gladly cuts the air with whooting lay.  
When lo, the blossom of blooming May,  
From out her Coach maiestickly doth rise:  
Then Titan doth his radiant beams display,  
And clouds are vanished from the vaulty skies.   

Sweet Zephyris gales reviveth beasts and men,  
Madge- Owlet scuds unto her nest again.    

Sonnet. 4.  

Hope and Despair.   

Domestic broils my tortured heart invades  
Twixt wavering Hope, and desperate black Despair:  
To prosecute my suit the one persuades,  
The other frustrates all my hopes with cares.  
Hope sets me on, infers she's fairest fair,  
●dire disdain doth dwell in foulest Cells,  
And fell despair calls beauty Envy's heir:  
●hich torments me more than ten thousand hells.  
● thus my former hope despair expels:  
●●st which extremes what's best for me to do:  
● open arms, despair against me rebels,  
●ope traytorlike gives free consent thereto.  
And till these traitors twain consume my city,  
● restless rest, to rest upon her pity.    

Sonnet. 5.  

Three blind Commanders.   

Blind fortune, sightless love, and eyeless death,  
Like Great Triumue'rs sways this earthly room,  
●●● actions, affections, and very breathe  
Are in subjection to their fatal doom.  
there's nothing past, or present, or to come,  
That in their purblind power is not comprizde:  
from Crown, to cart, from cradle to the tomb,  
●ll are by them defamed, or eternized:  
Why should we then esteem this doting life  
● That's in the guideance of such blindfold rule)  
Whose chiefest peace, is a continual strife,  
Whose gaudy pomps the pack, and man the Mule,  
Which life's long day, he bears, as he is able,  
Till deaths black night, doth make the grave his stable?    

Sonnet. 6.  

In the praise of music.   

●TWas Music fetched Eurydice from hell,  
And raped grim Pluto with harmonious strains:  
Renowned orphans did with Music quell  
The fiends, and ease the tortured of their pains.  
The Dolphin did account it wondrous gains,  
To hear Arion play as he did ride:  
Gods, fiends, fish, fowls, & shepherds on the plains  
Melodious Music still hath! magnifide:  
And ancient records plainly do decide,  
How brave Orlando, Palatine of France,  
When he was raging mad for Meadors bride,  
Sweet Music cured his crazed wits mischance.  
For music's only fit for heavens high choir,  
Which though men cannot praise enough, adutire.    

Sonnet. 7.  

The Map of misery.   

LIke to the stone that's cast in deepest wane,  
That rests not till the bottom it hath found,  
So I (a wretch) enthralled in sorrow's cave,  
With woe and desperations fetters bound:  
The captive slave imprisoned under ground  
Doomed, there by fates t' expire his woeful days,  
With care o'rwhelmd, with grief & sorrow drowned  
Makes mournful moanings and lamenting lays,  
Accusing, and accursing fortunes plays,  
Whose withered Autumn leavelesse leaves his tree,  
And banning death for his too long delays, ●  
Remains the only poor despised he.   

If such a one as this, the world confine,  
His mischiefs are his his sport compared with mine.    

Sonnet. 8.  

Another in praise of music.   

NO Poet crowned with everliving bays  
(Tho art like floods should from his knowledge flow)  
He could not write enough in Music's praise:  
To which, both man and Angels love do owe,  
If my bare knowledge ten times more did know,  
And had engrossed all art from Pernas hill:  
If all the Muses should their skills bestow  
On me, to amplify my barren skill:  
I might attempt in show of my good will,  
In Music's praise, some idle lines to write:  
But wanting judgement, and my accent ill,  
I still should be unworthy to indite,   

And run my wit on ground like ship on shelf:  
For music's praise consisteth in itself.     

A Cataplasmicall Satire, composed and compacted of sundry simples, as salt, vinegar, wormwood, and a little gall, very profitable to cure the impostumes of vice.  

A Savage rough-haired Satire needs no guide,  
where's no way, from the way he cannot ●lide:  
Then have amongst you, through the brakes & briers,  
From those who to the Cedars top aspires,  
Unto the lowest shrub, or branch of broom,  
That hath his breeding from earth's teeming womb.  
And now I talk of broom, of shrubs and Cedars,  
Me thinks a world of trees are now my leaders:  
To prosecute this travel of my pen,  
And make comparison 'twixt trees and men,  
The Cedars and the high cloud kissing Pines:  
Fecundious Olives, and the crooked Vines:  
The Elm, the Ash, the Oak, the Masty Beech,  
The Pear, the Apple, and the rug-gowned peach,  
And many more, for it would tedious be,  
To name each fruitful and unfruitful tree.  
But to proceed, to show how men, and trees  
In birth, in breed, in life, and death agrees:  
In their beginnings they have all one birth,  
Both have their natural being from the earth,  
And heavens high hand, (where he doth please to bless,  
Makes trees, or men, or fruitful, or fruitless.  
In sundry uses trees do serve man's turn,  
To build, t' adorn, to feed, or else to burn.  
Thus is man's state in all degrees like theirs,  
Some are got up to th' top of honour's stairs,  
Securely sleeping on opinions pillow,  
Yet as unfruitful, as the fruitless willow,  
And fill up rooms, (like worthless trees in woods)  
Whose goodness all consists in ill got goods:  
He like the Cedar makes a goodly show,  
But no good fruit will from his greatness grow,  
Until he die, and from his goods depart,  
And then gives all away, despite his heart.  
Then must his friends with mourning cloth be clad,  
With insides merry, and with outsides sad.  
What though by daily grinding of the poor  
By bribry and extortion got his store:  
Yet at his death he gowns some fourscore men,  
And 'tis no doubt he was a good man then?  
Though in his life he thousands hath undone,  
To make wealth to his cursed coffers run●  
If at his burial groats a piece be given,  
I'll warrant you, his soul's in hell, or heaven:  
And for this dole perhaps the beggars strives,  
That in the throng seventeen do lose their lives:  
Let no man tax me here, with writing lies:  
For what is writ, I saw with mine own eyes:  
Thus men like barren trees are field and lopped,  
And in the fire to burn are quickly popped:  
Some man perhaps whilst he on earth doth live,  
Part of his vain superfluous wealth will give:  
To build of Almshouses some twelve or ten,  
Or more or less, to harbour aged men:  
Yet this may nothing be to that proportion,  
Of wealth which he hath gotten by extortion.  
What is't for man (his greedy mind to serve)  
To be the cause that thousands die and starve:  
And in the end, like a vainglorious thief,  
Will give some ten or twelve a poor relief?  
Like robbers on the way, that take a purse,  
And give the poor a mite to scape God's curse.  
But know this thou, whose goods are badly gotten,  
When thou art in thy grave consumed and rotten,  
Thine heir (perhaps) will feast with his sweet punk,  
And Dice, and Drab, and every day be drunk,  
Carousing Indian Trinidado smoke,  
Whilst thou with Sulphurous flames are like to choke.  
See, see yond gallant in the Cloak-bag breech,  
he's nothing but a Trunk crammed full of speech:  
He'll swear as if against heaven he wars would wage,  
And meant to pluck down Phoebus in his rage:  
When let a man but try him, he's all oaths,  
And odious lies, wrapped in unpaid for clothes.  
And this Lad is a Roaring boy forsooth,  
An exc'llent morsel for the hangman's tooth.  
He carelessly consumes his golden pelf,  
In getting which his Father damned himself:  
Whose soul (perhaps) in quenchless fire doth broil,  
Whilst on the earth his son keeps level coil.  
'tis strange to Church what numbers daily flock,  
To drink the Spring of the eternal Rock:  
The great ●ou●●-sauing, Satan slaying Word,  
'Gainst sin, death, hell, th' alcon quering sacred sword  
Where high lehonahs Trumpeters sound forth  
From East to West, from Sou●● unto the North:  
(For through all lands their Embasseyes are borne,  
And never do again in vain return:)  
Which either is of life to life the savour,  
Or death to death exiled from God's sweet favoor:  
Which bliss or bane there's many daily hairs,  
Who leave their hearts at home, & bring their eases●  
And lest their reck less heads, the Word should smother,  
As soon as'tenters t'one, it's out at t'other.  
For let a Preacher preach until he sweats,  
Denouncing heavens great wrath in thundering threat●●●  
'Gainst sin and sinners, against high hearted pride,  
'Gainst murder which hath oft for vengeance cried,  
Or envy, Lechery, Avarice, or Swearing,  
Or any other vice, they'll give the hearing,  
And say the Preacher wondrous pains did take,  
And did a very learned Sermon make:  
But what good Reformation hence proceeds,  
Are Mountain words, and little Mo●e-hill deeds.  
Tell Vs'rers they are banished from God's hill,  
Yet they'll continue in extortion still.  
Tell the proud Courtier, that he is but earth,  
He'll o'er the poor insult and brag of birth.  
Expostulate the great Almighty's Ire,  
And tell the murderer, hell shall be his hire,  
Yet e'er he'll pocket up the least disgrace,  
His enemies' guts shall be his Rapier's case.  
Tell daily drunkard's hell shall be their lot,  
they'll knock and call to have the other pot.  
Tell Panders, Bawds, knaves, and adulterous whoors,  
How they in hell must pay their cursed scores:  
Tell Miser chuffs who charity do banish,  
How they from heaven, eternally must vanish:  
Tell all in general of their lives amiss,  
And tell them that hell's bottomless abyss,  
Must be their portions if they not repent,  
Till true repentance heavens just wrath preuent●  
Yet when the Preacher all he can hath told,  
Souls unto firm are daily bought and sold.  
The Miser with his lechery of Chink,  
On earth will give his dropsy soul to drink,  
And though the Word beat on his Anvile heart,  
From Vs'ry and extortion he'll not part,  
The picbald Gallant to the Church will come  
To hear his soul's salvations total sum:  
Yet his high pride is in such haughty dotage,  
Forgets he's sprung from a poor country Cottage.  
The murderer hears how reprobated Cain  
Was cursed of God, that had his brother slain,  
Yet when he's from the Church, forgets it all,  
And stabs a man for taking of the wall.  
Should I through all men's several actions run,  
I know my business never would be done.  
The rich man hates the poor man, and the poor  
Doth envy 'gainst the rich man for his store.  
This is the blessed souls everliving Bread,  
In bounteous measure all the earth or'espread:  
Some on the high way falls and takes no root,  
But is of no esteem, trod under foot;  
Some falls on stones, and some alights on thorns,  
Deuored with fowls, or choked with scoffs or scorns,  
Some little portion falls in fruitful ground,  
Th' increase of which is to be seldom found.  
For let men weigh their good deeds with their bad,  
For thousand ills, one good will scarce be had.  
And yet no doubt but God in store doth keep  
His near dear children, his best stock of sheep.  
For though unto the world they are not known,  
Yet 'tis sufficient God doth know his own.  
For though Elius thought himself was all  
That had not offered sacrifice to Ball:  
Lebonah answered him, seven thousand more,  
In Israel did this Idol not adore.  
But who so much in this vile life are hated,  
As those which to salvation are created?  
For let a men refrain to drab or dice,  
Out he upon him then, he's too precise.  
Let him forbear to lie, to swear, or ban,  
O hang him rascal, he's a Puritan.  
And sure I think the Devil by that false name  
Hath added thousands souls unto his flame.  
Some man ere he'll be called a Puritan,  
Will turn a damned Machiavilian,  
A Libertine, Papist, or else what not?  
To keep his name from so impure a blot.  
I speak not this regarding their estate,  
Who from our Church themselves do separate,  
For good indifferent Ceremonious rites,  
And against our Church's government backbites.  
Nor do I praise the loving Sister's love,  
Who often makes the Brethren's spirits move,  
And if 'twere lawful (they would gladly know)  
To dress their meat the Sabbath day or no.  
And wherefore now the Churchmen of these days,  
Ride to and fro, to preach so many ways,  
When Christ to his Apostles gave in charge,  
That they should seek and teach all nations large,  
The way, that in his Laws they might abide,  
Christ bade them go, he bade them not to ride,  
These idle questionists, these schismatics,  
I hold no better than rank heretics:  
But this I think not well, when honest hearts  
Shall have this impure name without deserts,  
How then can my comparing be gain stood?  
For men are like to trees, some bad, some good.  
But tatry, Satire, thou too fast dost troth,  
There's one thing more I had almost forgot,  
And this is it, of Alehouses, and Inns,  
Wine-Marchants, Vintners, Brewers, who much wins  
By others losing, I say more or less  
Whose sale of hufcap liquor do profess,  
Should never be to any office called,  
Or in no place of justice be installed:  
The reason is, they gain by men's excess  
Of devilish quassing, and damned drunkenness.  
For why, should men be moderate in their drink,  
Much Beer, and bottle-Ale should stand and stink:  
And Mounsieur Claret, and sweet Signior Sack.  
Would lower and turn unto the Merchant's wrack;  
The Vintners then within their cellars deep,  
Such conjuring at midnight would not keep.  
This swinish sin hath man of sense bereaven,  
To bandy balls of blasphemy against heaven,  
It is the way, the door, the porch, the gate,  
All other vices entor in thereat.  
A drunken man in rage will stab his brother,  
he'll Cuckold his own father, whore his mother,  
Revile and curse, swear & speak dangerous treason,  
And when he's sober, hangs forn it by th' weasand.  
How then should men a reformation give,  
To mend those crimes, that by those crimes do live?  
The Patriarch Noah did first plant the Vine,  
And first did feel the powerful force of wine,  
And righteous Lot, by wine deprived of wit,  
Fowl Incest with his daughters did commit.  
And Holophernes drunken lay in bed,  
Whilst strong-faithed, weake-armed Indith cut off's head.  
Great Alexander out his Falchion drew,  
And being drunk, his best friend Cl●tus slew.  
If every hair upon the heads of men  
Were quills, and every quill were made a pen:  
Were Earth to paper turned, and Seas to ink,  
And all the world were writers, yet I think,  
They could not write the mischiefs done by drink.  
And such a custom men have ta'en therein,  
That to be drunk, is scarce accounted sin,  
But honest recreative merriment  
The time is termed that is in tippling spent.  
A Merchant's ship is richly fraught, arrives,  
And for thanksgiving that so well he thrives,  
He makes a feast, and store of money spends,  
Invites his kinsfolk, creditors, and friends:  
Where storms, and Rocks and Pirates are forgot,  
And triumphs made to Bacchus and the Pot.  
A rich man's wife's delivered of of a boy.  
And all the household must be drunk for joy.  
The prisoner that's condemned to die and hang,  
And by reprieve hath scaped that bitter pang,  
Will presently his old acquaintance call,  
And ere he gives God thanks, to drinking fall.  
Why drunkards common are, as lies, or stealing,  
And sober men are scarce, like honest dealing.  
When men do meet, the second word that's spoke,  
Is, Where's good liquor, and a pipe of smoke?  
The labouring man that for his hire doth serve,  
Let Landlord tarry, wife and children starve,  
With not a bit of bread within the house,  
Yet he'll sit on the Alebench and carouse.  
Thus like an Inundation drink doth drown  
The Rich, the Poor, the Courtier and the Clown.  
Since then to be a drunkard, is to be  
The sink of Incest, and Sodomitry,  
Of Treason, swearing, fight, beg'ry, murder,  
And diverse more, I then will go no further:  
But here my Satyrs stinging whip I'll waste  
In lashing dropsy drunkards out of taste.  
How then can it be possible that such,  
Who sell Wine, Beer, or Ale, do gain so much,  
Should punish drunkards, as the Law commands,  
In whose vain spending, their most gaining stands?  
It were all one as if a Mercer did  
To wear Silk, Velvet, Cloth of Gold forbidden.  
And Victuallers may as wisely punish those;  
I rome, whom their daily drinks, great get grows.  
I would have all old drunkards to consent  
To put a Bill up to the Parliament:  
That those by quaffing that have spent their wealth,  
Consumed their times, their memory, their health,  
And by excessive spending now are bare,  
That Merchants, Brewers, Vintners, should prepare  
Some Hospitals to keep them in their age,  
And cloth, and feed them, from fierce famine's rage:  
For every one whose hard unlucky lots,  
Have been to be undone by empting pots,  
I hold it fit that those the pots that filled,  
Should contribute those Alms houses to build.  
Yet one objection would this bill debar,  
Too many drunkards there already are;  
And rather than this law would bate their store,  
I fear 'twould make them twice as many more.  
For why, to drink most men would be too bold,  
Because they would have pensions being old,  
And men (of purpose to this vice would fall,  
To be true beadsmen to this hospital.  
Then let it be as it already is.  
But yet I hold it not to be amiss)  
Those Drinke-sellers, from office to exclude.  
And so for that my satire doth conclude,  
I could rip up a Catalogue of things,  
Which thousand thousands to damnation flings,  
But all my pains at last would be but idle.  
It is not man can men's Affections bridle.  
Sin cannot be put down with ink and paper,  
No more than Sol is lightened with a Taper.    

To Mistress Rose.  
Anagramma. SORE.  
SOund Rose, though Sore thy Anagram doth mean,  
Mistake it not, it means no sore unclean:  
But it alludes unto the lofty sky,  
To which thy virtue shall both Sore and fly.   

To my approved good friend Mr. ROBARTE CUDDNER.  
Anagramma. Record and be true.  
MY thoughts Record, and their account is true,  
I scarce have better friends alive than you.   

A nest of Epigrams.  

Fortune. 1.  
'tIs Fortunos' glory to keep Poets poor,  
And crau● weak witted Idiots with her store;  
And 'tis concluded in the wisest schools,  
The blinded drab shall ever favour fools.   

Epigram 2.  

Love..   

Love is a dying life, a living death,  
A vapour, shadow, bubble, and a breath:  
An idle babble, and a paltry toy,  
Whose greatest Patron is a blinded boy:  
But pardon love, my judgement is unjust,  
For what I spoke of love, I meant of lust.    

Epigram 3.  

Death.   

THose that scape fortune, & th'extremes of love,  
Unto their longest homes, by death are driven:  
Where Caesar's, Kaesars', Subjects, Abjects must  
Be all alike, consumed to dirt and dust:  
Death endeth all our cares or cares increase,  
It sends us unto lasting pain, or peace.    

Epigram 4.  

Fame.   

When Fortune, Love and Death their tasks have done,  
Fame makes our lives through many ages run:  
For be our living actions good or ill,  
Fame keeps a record of our doings still:  
By Fame Great julius Caesar ever life's;  
And Fame, infamous life to Nero gives.    

Epigram 5.  

Time.   

ALL making, marring, never turning Time  
To all that is, is period, and is prime:  
Time wears out Fortune, Love, and Death & Fame,  
And makes the world forget her proper name.  
Th●●'s nothing that so long on earth can last,  
But in conclusion, Time will lay it waste.    

Epigram 6.  

Ka me, kae thee.   

MY Muse hath vowed, revenge shall have her swinge  
To catch a Parrot in the Woodcock's springe.    

Epigram 7.  

Solus.   

THe land yields many Poets, were I gone,  
The water sure (I durst besworne) had none.    

Epigram 8.  

Self-conceit.   

SOme Poets are, whose high pitched lofty strains  
Are passed the reach of every vulgar wight:  
To understand; which, 'twill amaze weak brains,  
So mystical, sophistical they writ:  
No marvel others understand them not,  
For they scarce understand themselves, I wots.    

Epigram 9  

A couple.   

ONe read my book, and said it wanted wit,  
I wonder if he meant himself, or it:  
Of both: if both, two fools were met I trow,  
That wanted wit, and every fool doth so.    

Epigram 10.  

Bacchus and Apollo.   

THe thigh-borne bastard of the thundering jove,  
(When men's inventions are of wit most hollow)  
He with his spiteful juice their spirits doth move.  
Unto th' harmonious music of Apollo:  
And in a word, I would have all men know it,  
He must drink wine, that means to be a Poet.    

Epigram 11.  

Of translation.   

I Understand or know no foreign tongue,  
But their translations I do much admire:  
Much art, much pains, much study doth belong,  
And (at the least) regard should be their hire.  
But yet I would the French had held together,  
And kept their pox, and not translate them hither.    

Epigram 12.  

Nature's counterfeit.   

WHen Adam was in Paradise first placed,  
And with the rule of mortal things was graced,  
Then roses, pinks and fragrant gilliflowres,  
Adorned & deckd forth Eden's blessed bowls:  
But now each Gill wears flowers, each Punk hath pinks,  
And roses garnish Gallants shoes, me thinks:  
When rugged Winter, robs fairy Flora's treasure,  
Punks can have pinks and roses at their pleasure.    

Epigram 13.  

The devil take bribery.   

A Man attached for murdering of a man,  
Unto the foreman of his jury sent  
Two score angels, begging what he can,  
He would his conscience strain, law to prevent:  
That his offences judge, might judge no further,  
But make manslaughter of his wilful murder:  
The verdict was manslaughter to the judge.  
The judge demanded how it could be so?  
The foreman said his conscience much did grudge:  
But forty angels did persuade him no.  
Well (quoth the judge) this case shall murder be,  
If half those angels not appear to me.   

Thus when the law men to confusion drives,  
The godless angels will preserve their lives.    

Epigram 14.  

The devil is a knave.   

I Shell dislikes the surplus and the cope,  
And calls them idle vestments of the Pope:  
And mistress Manned would go to Church full fain,  
But that the corner cap makes her refrain:  
And Madam Idle is offended deep,  
The Preacher speaks, so loud, she cannot sleep:   

Lo, thus the devil sows contentious seed,  
Whence sects, & schisms, and heresies do breed.    

Epigram 15.  

Kissing goes by favour.   

BEmbus the Burgomaster life's in pain,  
With the Sciatica, and the Catarrh.  
Rich Grundo of the dropsy doth complain,  
And with the Gout these miser's troubled are.  
If Tinkers, Cobblers, Butchers, be infected  
With Bembus Lameness or with Grundoes' Gout:  
Like pocky fellows they must be rejected,  
And as infectious rascals be kept out,   

And not come near where wholesome people flocks:  
Thus rich men's sicknesses, are poor men's pocks.    

Epigram 16.  

Deer no Venison.   

PRocilla always calls her husband Dear,  
Belike she bought him at too dear a rate,  
Or else to make the case more plain appear,  
Like to a Deer she hath adorned his pate:   

If it be so, god Vulcan send her luck;  
That she may live to make her Deer a Buck.    

Epigram 17.  

Every thing is pretty when it is little.   

THere is a saying old; (but not so witty)  
That when a thing is little, it is pretty:  
This doting age of ours it finely fits;  
Where many men thought wise, have pretty wits.    

Epigram 18.  

I meant somewhat.   

ONe asked me what my Melancholy means?  
I answered, 'Twas because I wanted means.  
He asked what I did by my answer mean?  
I told him still, my means were too too mean.  
He offered me to lend me pounds a score.  
I answered him, I was too much in score.  
He finding me in this cross answ'ring vein,  
Left me in want to wish for wealth in vain.    

Epigram 19  

Faith without works.   

A Mongst the pure reformed Amsterdammers,  
(Those faithful Friday feasting capon cranmers)  
Only in them (they say) true faith doth lurk:  
But 'tis a lazy faith, 'twill do no work.   

O should it work, there's many thousand fears,  
'Twould set the world together by the ears.    

Epigram 20.  

Partiality.   

STrato the Gallant recles alongst the street,  
His addle head's too heavy for his feet:  
What though he swear and swagger, spurn & kick,  
Yet men will say the Gentleman is sick?  
And that 'twere good to learn where he doth dwell,  
And help him home, because he is not well.  
Straight staggers by a Porter, or a Carman,  
As bumsie as a foxed flap-dragon German:  
And though the Gentleman's disease and theirs,  
Are parted only with a pair of shears:  
Yet they are Drunken knaves; and must to th' stocks,  
And there endure a world of flouts and mocks.  
Thus when brave Strato's wits with wine are shrunk,  
The same disease will make a beggar drunk.    

Epigram 21.  

A keeper of honesty.   

DEliro should of honesty be full,  
And store of wisdom surely is within him.  
What though he dally with a painted Trull,  
And she to folly daily seems to win him?   

Yet in him sure is honesty good store,  
He utters but his knavery with a whore.   

For he that spends too free, shall surely want,  
Whilst he that spares, will live in wealthy state:  
So wit and honesty, with such are scant,  
Who part with it at every idle rate:   

But men must needs have honesty and wit,  
That like Deliro never utter it.    

Epigram 22.  

All's one, but one's not all.   

TO wonder and admire, is all one thing,  
If as Synonimies the words be taken:  
But if a double meaning from them spring,  
For double sense your judgement then must look   

As once a man all soiled with dirt and mire,  
Fell down, and wondered not, but did admire.    

Epigram 23.  

Mistress fine bones.   

FIne Parnell wonderfully likes her choice,  
In having got a husband so complete,  
Whose shape and mind doth wholly her rejoice:  
At bed, board, and abroad, he's always neat:   

Neat can he talk, and feed and neatly tread,  
Neat are his feet, but most neat is his head.    

Epigram 34.  

A supposed Constructions.   

Marry and Mare, Anagrammatized,  
The one is Army, and the other Arm,  
●●● both their names is danger Moralised,  
●● both alike, do sometimes good or harm,  
mere's the sea, and mere's arm's a river,  
And Mary's army's all for whatl' ye give her.    

Epigram 25.  

Death is a Inggler.   

A Rich man sick, would needs go make his will,  
And in the same, he doth command and will  
The hundred pound unto his man called Will,  
Because he always served him with good will:  
But all these wills did prove to Will but vain,  
His master life's and hath his health again.    

Epigram 26.  

Mistress Grace only by name.   

GRace graceless, why art thou ungracious Grace?  
Why dost thou run so lewdly in the race?  
The cause wherefore thy goodness is so scant,  
●●ose what most thou hast, thou most dost want.    

Epigram 27.  

Prudence.   

'tIs strange that Prudence should be wild and rude,  
Whose very name doth Modesty include:  
●●e reason is, for aught that I can see,  
Her name and nature do not well agree.    

Epigram 28.  

Mercy.   

MY Mercy hates me, what's the cause I pray,  
'tis 'cause I have no money, thee doth say.  
●mell Mercy, now I plainly see,  
Without a see no mercy comes from thee.  
●et in conclusion, every idle gull  
●●ceines thy Mercy is unmerciful.    

Epigram 29.  

Faith.   

O Faith, thou always unbelieving art,  
Faith in thy name, and faithless in thy heart.  
●●●credidst all, but what is true and good,  
●vertue rude, in vice well understood.    

Epigram 30.  

Upon myself.   

Myself I like to an untuned Vial,  
For like a Vial I am in a Case:  
And whoso of my fortunes makes a trial,  
Shall (like to me) be strung and tuned base.  
And Trebles Troubles he shall never want:  
But here's the Period of my mischiefs All,  
Though Base and Trebles, fortune did me grant,  
And Means, but yet alas, they are too small.  
Yet to make up the Music, I must look  
The Tenor in the cursed Counter book.    

Epigram 31.  

A Rope for Parrot.   

WHy doth the Parrot cry a Rope, a Rope?  
Because he's caged in prison out of hope.  
Why doth the Parrot call a Boat, a Boat?  
It is the humour of his idle note.  
O pretty Pall, take heed, beware the Cat.  
(Let watermen alone, no more of that)  
Since I so idly heard the Parrot talk,  
In his own language, I say, Walk, knave, walk.    

Epigram 32.  

Constants.   

INconstant Constants all-bewitching feature,  
Hath made fair Constance an inconstant Creature:  
Her Godmother was very much to blame,  
To give Inconstancy a constant name.  
But 'twas a woman named her so contrary,  
And women's tongues and hearts do ever vary.    

Epigram 33.  

Upon the burning of the Globe.   

A Spiring Phaeton with pride inspired,  
Misguiding Phoebus' Car, the world he fired:  
But Ovid did with fiction serve his turn,  
And I in action saw the Globe to burn.    

Epigram 34.  

Late Repentance.   

A Greedy wretch did on the Scriptures look,  
And found recorded in that Sacred book,  
How such a man with God should sure prevail,  
Who●clad the naked, and visit those in jail,  
And then he found how he had long mistaked,  
And oftentimes had made the clothed naked:  
In stead of visiting th' oppressed in moans,  
He had consumed them to the very bones.  
Yet one day he at leisure would repent,  
But sudden death Repentance did prevent.    

Epigram 35.  

Not so strange as true.   

THe stately Stag when he his horns hath shed,  
In sullen sadness he deplores his loss:  
But when a wife cornutes her husband's head,  
His gains in horns he holds an extreme Cross:  
The Stag by losing doth his loss complain,  
The man by gaining doth lament his gain.  
Thus whether horns be either lost or found,  
They both the loser and the winner wound.    

Epigram 36.  

A Wordmonger.   

Man's understanding's so obnubilate,  
That when thereon I do excogitate,  
intrinsical and querimonious pains  
Do puluerise the concave of my brains,  
That I could wish man were unfabricate,  
His faults he doth so much exaggerate.    

Epigram 37.  

Plain dunstable.   

YOur words pass my capatchity good zur,  
But ich to prove need never to go vur:  
Cha known men live in honest exclamation,  
Who now God woe live in a worker fashion.  
The poor man grambles at the rich man's store,  
And rich men daily do express the poor.    

Epigram 38.  

Reason.   

KNowest thou a Traitor plotting damned Treason?  
Reveal him, 'tis both loialty and Reason.  
Knowest thou a thief will steal at any season?  
To shun his company thou hast good reason.  
Seest thou a villain hang up by the weasand?  
He hangs by reason that he wanted reason.  
Good men are scarce, and honest men are geason.  
To love them therefore, 'tis both right and reason,  
More I could say, but all's not worth two peason:  
And therefore to conclude, I hold it reason.    

Epigram 39  

Out of the ●●● into the fire.   

TOm senseless to the death doth hate a play:  
But yet he'll play the drunkard every day.  
He rails at plays and yet doth ten times worse,  
He'll dice, he'll bowl, he'll whore, he'll swear, he'll curs,  
When for one two pence (if his humour please)  
He might go see a play, and scape all these,  
But 'tis man's use in these pestiferous times;  
To hate the least, and love the greatest crimes.    

Epigram 40.  

A Poet's similitude.   

A Poet rightly may be termed fit  
An abstract, or Epitome of wit:  
Or like a Lute that others pleasures breed,  
Is fret and strung, their curious cares to seed,  
That scornfully distaste it, yet 'tis known,  
It makes the hearers sport, but itself none.  
A Poet's like a taper, burnt by night,  
That wastes itself, in giving others light.  
A Poet's the most fool beneath the skies,  
He spends his wits in making Idiots wise,  
Who when they should their thankfulness return,  
They pay him with disdain, contempt and scorn.   

A Puritan is like a Poet's purse,  
For both do hate the cross (what cross is worse?)    

Epigram 41.  

Mecan●s Epitaph.   

HEre lies the Steward of the Poet's god,  
Who whilst on earth his loved life abode,  
Apollo's Daughters, and the heirs of jove,  
His memorable bounty did approve:  
His life, was life to Poets, and his death  
Bereaved the Muses of celestial breath.  
Had Phoebus fired him from the lofty skies,  
That Phoenix like another might arise,   

From out his odoris●rus sacred embers,  
Whose loved lives loss, poor Poetry remembers.   
This line is the same backward, as it is forward, and I will give any man five shillings apiece for as many as they can make in English.  
Lewd did I live, & evil did I dwell.    

An Apology for Watermens ●● Dedicated to Nowell, and Robert Clerk Esquires, Masters of his Majesty's Barges; and to the rest of the Masters, the Assistants of the Company of Watermen.  

Such imputations, and such daily wrongs,  
Are laid on Watermen, by envious tong●●  
To clear the which, if I should silent be  
'Twere baseness, and stupidity in me.  
Nor do I purpose now with ink and pen,  
To write of them as they are Watermen:  
But this I speak, defending their vocation,  
From slanders false, and idle imputation.  
Yet should I only of the men but speak,  
I could the top of Envy's Coxcomb break.  
For I would have all men to understand,  
A Waterman's a man by Sea or Land,  
And on the land and sea, can service do,  
To serve his King, as well as other too:  
He'll guard his Country both on seas and shore,  
And what (a God's name) can a man do more?  
Like double men they well can play indeed  
The Soldiers, and the Sailors for a need.  
If they did yearly use to scour the Main,  
As erst they did, in wars 'twixt us and Spain,  
I then to speak, would boldly seem to dare,  
One Sailer with two Soldiers should compare.  
But now sweet peace their skill at Sea soduls,  
That many are more fit to use their skulls,  
Then for the sea, for why? the want of use,  
Is Arts confusion, and best skils abuse.  
And not to be too partial in my words,  
I think no Company more knaves affords:  
And this must be the reason, because fare  
Above all Companies their numbers are:  
And where the multitude of men most is,  
By consequence there must be most amiss.  
And sure of honest men it hath as many,  
As any other Company hath any.  
Though not of wealth they have superfluous store:  
Contents a Kingdom, and they seek no more.  
Of Mercers, Grocers, Drapers, men shall find.  
Men that to lose behaviour are inclined.  
Of Goldsmiths, Silkmen, Clothworkers, and Skinners,  
When they are at the best, they all are sinners.  
And drunken rascals are of every Trade,  
Should I name all, I o'er the boots should wade?  
If Watermen be only knaves alone,  
Let all that's senseless cast at them a stone.  
Some may reply to my Apology:  
How they in plying are unmannerly,  
And one from t'other, hale, and pull, and tear,  
And reile, and brawl, and curfe, and ban, & swear.  
Is this I'll not defend them with excuses,  
I alwaits did, and do hate those abuses.  
The honest use of this true trade I sing,  
And not th' abuses that from thence do spring.  
And sure no Company hath Laws more strict,  
Then Watermen, which weekly they inflict  
Upon offenders, who are made pay duly  
Their fines or prisoned, 'cause they plied unruly.  
They keep no shops, nor sell deceitful wares,  
But like to Pilgrims, travel for their fares,  
And they must ask the question where they go,  
If men will go by water yea or no?  
Which being spoke a right, the fault's not such,  
But any Tradesman (sure) will do as much.  
The Mercer, as you pass along the way,  
Will ask you what d'ye lack? come near I pray.  
The Draper, whose warm waredoth clad the back,  
Will be so bold as ask ye, What d'ye lack?  
The Goldsmith with his silver and his gold,  
To ask you, What d'ye lack? he will be bold.  
This being granted as none can deny,  
Most Trades aswell as Watermen do ply:  
If in their plying they do chance to jar,  
They do but like the Lawyers at the Bar,  
Who plead as if they meant by th'ears to fall,  
And when the Court doth rise, to friendship fall.  
So Watermen, that for a fare contends,  
The far once gone, the Watermen are friends.  
And this I know, and therefore dare maintain,  
That he that truly labours and takes pain,  
May with a better Conscience sleep in bed,  
Then he that is with ill got thousands sped.  
So well I like it, and such love I own  
Unto it, that I'll fall again to Row:  
'Twill keep my health from falling to decay,  
Get money, and chase Idleness away.  
I'm sure it for Antiquity hath stood,  
Since the world's drowning universal Flood,  
And howsoever now it rise or fall,  
The Boat in Noah's Deluge carried all.  
And though our wits be like our purses, bare,  
With any Company we'll make compare  
To write a Verse, provided that they be  
No better skilled in Scholarship than we.   

And then come one, come thousands, nay, come all,  
And for a wager we'll to Versing fall.    

Epilogue to those that know what they have read, and how to censure.  
TO you whose ears and eyes have heard & seen  
This little pamphlet, and can judge between  
That which is good, or tol'rable, or ill,  
If I with Artless Nature wanting skill,  
Have writ but aught, that may your thoughts content,  
My Muse hath then accomplished her intent.  
Your favours can preserve me, but your frowns  
My poor inventions in oblivion drowns.  
With tolerable friendship let me crave  
You will not seek to spill, what you may save.  
But for the wrymouthed Critic that hath read,  
That mews & puhs, and shakes his brainless head  
And says my education or my state;  
Doth make my verse esteemed at lower rate,  
To such a one this answer I do send,  
And bid him mend, before he discommend.  
His Envy unto me, will favours prove,  
The hatred of a fool breeds wisemen's love.  
My Muse is jocund that her labours merits  
To be maligned and scorned by Envious spirits:  
Thus humbly I crave pardon of the best,  
Which being gained, Sir reverence for the rest.   
FINIS.   

A MEMORIAL OF ALL THE ENGLISH MONARCHES, being in number 151. from Brute to King CHARLES.  

TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE, LIONEL Lord Viscount Cranefield, Earl of Middlesex, etc.  

MY humble Muse, in lofty manner sings  

a The y. Kingdoms were, 1. Kent. 

2 ●●● Sussx and Surry.  
3 ●●●●, ●●● Norfolk, and Cambridge-shire.  
4 ●●●●●●, ●●●, Somersetshire, and Corne●●●.  
5 Mertia, Glostershire, Hertfordshire, Worcester, Shra●●●, Staffordshire, Cheshire, Warwick, Leycester, North, Oxford, Buckingham Bedford, and half Hartfordshire.  
6 East-Saxon, Essex, Middlesex, and half Hartfordshire.  
7 Northumberland divided to two Kingdoms, Deyrs and all brought to one Monarchy by Eghert King of sae●●●, and called England, 1968. years after Brute.    A Catalogue of England's mighty Kings:  
At first I do begin with Trojan BRUTUS,  
And following Chronicles I do dispute,  
Proceeding briefly with their Reigns and Names,  
Till these blessed days of our best Monarch JAMES,  
'tis but an Argument that's written here,  
That in such time such and such Princes were:  
But he that means their Actions were to know,  
May read Boetius, Hollinshed, or Stow,  
Or our true labouring Modern Master How,  
Which Authors, Learned judgement do allow:  
Or if you'll see how former times do run,  
Read the laborious pains of Middleton.  
We have had Kings since Brute of royal Blood,  
One hundred forty six, some bad, some good,  
Four Queens in all, this time did only Reign,  
Whose Memories in Histories remain.  
So in two thousand and seven hundred years,  
We had thrice 50 Princes it appears.  
This Kingdom here was five times won and lost,  
And Kings (as God decreed) oft changed and tossed.  
Sometimes one swayed the Sceptre, sometime twain,  
And sometime seven at once did rule and reign,  
Till six (by bloody wars) lost life and throne,  
And valiant Egbert joined them all in one.  
But since (through Heaven's high providence) I see,  
'tis grown more great, and greater like to be.  
Long may He live, by whom in one 'tis guided,  
And may they sink that wished again divided.  
●●●e (Noble Lord) with good acceptance take  
● Poem, for the Royal Subject's sake,  
●●though it be not complete as it should,  
●●with it, and accept of what I could,  
●●●●● matter's worthy, though the manner's poor,   

Which makes me here your Patronage implore,  
And may you be external and internal,  
Blessed and advanced to happiness eternal.   
Your Honours in all observance to be commanded, john Taylor.   


BRUTUS, THE FIRST KING OF BRITAIN, began his Reign,  
1. BRUTUS.  
●●●●●●munds, 2858.  
Before Christ, 1108.  

AENE AS from subverted Troy exiled,  
In Tuscais wedded King Latinus child:  
By whom the Realm of Italy he gained,  
And after he had 3. years fully reigned  
He died, and left Ascanius in his stead:  
To whom Siluius Posthumus did succeed.  
From which Posthumus Royal loins did spring,  
●●● Great Brutus, Britain's first commanding King:  
The people than were (here) all void of pride,  
Borne Naked, Naked lived, and Naked died.  
Three Sons Brute left, Locrine was his Heir  
To England, Cambria (Wales) was Camber's share,  
To Albanact (the youngest) 'twas his lot,  
To sway the Sceptre of the valiant Scot  
Thus amongst his Sons this Isle he did divide,  
And after twenty four years Reign he died.   
Brute being of the age of 15 years, as he shot at a wild beast the arrow glanced unfortunately and slew his Father Sinius AEneas, for the which he was exiled, and came on this ●●●●● then called Albyon.  
I follow the common opinion: for many Writers do neither write or allow of Brutus' being here, accounting it a dishonour for our Nation, to have original from a Pa●●●ide, and one that derived his descent from the Goddess (alias strumpet) Venus. Howsoever, Histories are obseured and clouded with ambiguities, some burnt, left, defaced by antiquity; and some abused by the malice, ignorance, or partiality of Writers so that truth is hard to be found. Amongst all which variations of Times and Writers, I must conclude there was a BRUTUS.   


Locrine 20. years, 1034.   

Locrinus', Eldest of old Brutus' Sons,  
By Valour vanquished the invading Huns:  
He chased them, & their power did quite confound,  
And their King Humber was in 
a The River of Humber took the name from the drowned King of the Huns, now Hungarians.  Humber, drowned:  
This Locrine had a Queen, fair 
b Guendoline was daughter unto Corineus, Duke of Cornwall. Estrild was a beauteous Lady of King Humber's, whom Locrine took prisoner.  Gwendolyn,  
Yet folly led him to the Paphaean sin,  
Besotted sense, and blood with lust inflamed,  
He loved a beauty, Beauteous Estrild named,  
By whom he had a Daughter, Sabrin hight,  
In whom the King had whole and sole delight:  
For which the Queen made war upon her Lord:  
And in the Fight she put him to the Sword;  
And after a revengeful bloody slaughter,  
Queen Guendoline took Estrild and her daughter,  
And drowned them both (to quéch her jealous flame)  
And so from Sabrine, Seaverne got the name.   
Years before Christ.   


Q. Guendoline, 1064.  
About this time Saul was King of Israel.   

When 15. years this Queen'had wisely reigned,  
She died, & then her Son the kingdom gained.   
Queen Guendoline was allowed the government in her Son Madans' minority, whose prudent reign is applausefully recorded in histories.   


Madan, 1009.   

When forty years this King had ruled this Isle,  
(As Stories say) he died a death most vile:  
The wide-mouthed Wolf, and keene-tusked brutish Boar,  
Did eat his Kingly flesh, & drink his gore.   
Madan was a vicious and wicked Prince, the Son of Locrine and Guendoline. He was a great Tyrant. He built the Town of Doncaster. He had two Sons, Mempricius and Manlius.   

Mempricius reigned 20. years, 991.  

MEmpricius base, his brother Manlius slew,  
And got the Crown, by murder, not as due:  
Maids, wives, and widows, he by force destowred:  
He lived a Beast, and died, by a Beast, devoured.   
He killed his elder brother treacherously as he was parlying with him. He was eaten of Wolves at he was hunting. He was so beastly, that he was taxed in histories to be a Sodomite with Beasts in his time.  
Years before Christ.   


Ebranke, 989.  
King D●●uid ●●●●●●   

At Edinburgh the Castle he did found,  
Alcluid & Tork, he built new from the ground  
He builded Bambrough, and reigned sixty years,  
Beloved, as it in Chronicles appears.   
Ebranke had 21. wives, by whom he had 20. Sons; and 30. Daughters; he invaded Gallia, now Fr●●● He was the Son of Mempricius. In his Reigne●●●● King Solomon. Alcluid is Dumbreton in Scotland.   


Brute the second, 929.   

IF any noble act Brute Greeneeshield did,  
he's wronged, because from Histories theyare hi●●●  
Twelve years he ruled, that's all I of him read,  
And how at York, he lieth buried.   
This Brute was the Son of Ebranke: and some histories writ doubtfully, that he conquered France, and th● after he received a great soil in field by Brinchild, Brinchillus, Prince of Henoway, or Henault.   

Leil. 917.  

LEil Carleile built, and reigned years twenty five  
And as Fame still keeps dead men's acts alive:  
So Leil (though dead) shall ever live by Fame,  
He lies at Carleile, which himself did frame.   
Leil was the Son of Brute Greenshield. It is ●●● written that he built the City of Chester. Lud, or Rud hudibras was the Son of Leil, a religious Prince ●●● way of Paganism for in those 3. Town's ●● built he erected 3. Temples, and placed 3. ● Pagan Bishops in them.  
Years before Christ.   


Rudbudibrasse, 892.   

His King built Canterbury, Winchester,  
And Shastbury he from the ground did rear:  
●● after twenty nine years reign was past,  
●● bester sore sick, he breathed his last.    


Bladud reigned 20. 863.   

BLathe was by Bladud to perfection brought,  
By Necromantic Arts, to fly he sought:  
● from a Tower he thought to scale the Sky,  
● broke his neck, because he soared too high.   
This Bladud had been a Student in Athens, from ●● he brought many learned men: be built Stam●● a College I think, the first in England; striving to ●●● the foul or the fool, he broke his neck on the Tem●●● of Apollo in Troynovant.   

Leire, 844.  

LEire (as the Story says) three daughters had,  
The youngest good, the other two too bad:  
●et the old King loved them that wronged him most,  
●e that loved him, he banished from his Coast.  
●●●●● and Ragan, he between  
●●● the Kingdom, making each a Queen,  
But young Cordeilla wedded was by chance,  
To Aganippus, King of fertile France:  
The eldest Daughters did reject their Sire,  
For secure to the youngest he did retire,  
By whose just aid the Crown again he gained;  
And died when he full forty years had reigned.   
Leire built Leicester and was a good Prince. At Leycester he built a Temple to james Bifrons, or james with two faces.  
Years before Christ.   


Qu. Cordeilla, 805.   

MAd Morgan, an unmannered Cunedagus,  
Their Aunt Cordeilla with fierce war did plagues  
They vanquished her, and her in Prison threw.  
And having reigned five years, herself she flew.   
She reigned with her Husband Aganippus till he died, and then in her widowhood her cruel kinsmen oppressed her. She stabbed herself in prison, being tyrannously used, in despair of her liberty.   

Morgan Cunedagus, 800.  

THen Morgan did against Cunedagus contend,  
And at Glamorgan, Morgan had his end,  
Then Cunedagus sole King did abide,  
Full three and thirty years, and then he died.   
Morgan was the Son of Gonorel, Leires eldest Daughter, and Cunedagus his kinsman, was the Son of Ragan.  
The Prophet Esay prophefied about this time.  
Years before Christ.   


Rivallo, before Christ, 766.   

THree days it reigned blood, when Rivallo reigned,  
And great mortality the Land sustained;  
He forty six years ruled in Kingly State,  
And then surrendered to all humane Fate.   
This Land in this King's reign was almost unpeopled with dearth, death and desolation. In his time Rome was builded, 356. years after Brute: Innumerable multitudes of Horseflies or Hornets spring out of the blood, thus reigned, which flies strong many people to death. Rivallo was buried as York.   


Gurgustus, 721.  
Scicillius, 684.   

A Common Drunkard was this wicked King,  
Which vice did many other vices bring,  
Years thirty eight, the Diadem he wore,  
Scicillius next reigned nine and forty more.   
Gurgustus and Scicillius were bretbr●n. I find little mentioned of any good they did, though they rsigned long: They were both the Sons of Rivallo.   

Iago, 636.  
Kimma●m, 612.  

OF these two Kings, small mention I do find,  
They left bare Names (for memory) behind;  
One twenty five years: th' other fifty four,  
Had in this Land Commanding Regal power.   
jugo was a kinsman to Gurgustus, and by his vicious life, he got asleepy disease called the Lethargy, ●●●● died. These two Kings were both buried at York.  
Years before Christ.   


Gorbodug, 559.   

GOrbodug next did in the Throne succeed,  
Was sixty three years King, and last dec●●●●●  
'Twixt his two Sons this Kingdom to divide ●  
At York he's buried, where in peace he died.   
Some writ that he reigned but 42. years and ●●●● he was buried at Troynovant.   


Ferex, and Porex, 496.   

POrex, in Fight his brother Ferex killed,  
For which their mother, Porex heart bl●d s●●  
These murders merciless, did quite de●ace,  
These Princes, last of Royal Brutus' Race.   
Ferex and Porex were the sons of Corroded Their mother and her maids chopped Porex in ●●●●● revenge of her son Ferex: they reigned five years: ●●● whose death the Land was a long time divided ●●● Kingdom's.   

Mulmutius Donwallo, 441.  

THe Land unguided, Kinglesse did remain,  
Till great Mulmutius did the Wreath ●●●●●   
Years before Christ.  

He builded Temples, made Laws, Ploughs, highways,  
And 40. years he lived infame and praise.   
Mulmutius ●lew Pinnar, Slater, and Rudack, three Kings of several parts of this I'll, and at last brought the ●● Kingdom to his sole obedience. He was the Son of ●●●●ten Duke of Cornwall: He was the first of all the Kings of this Land that wore a crown of Gold.   


belinus and Brennus reigned 26. years. 401.   

THese brethren did divide the Realm in twain,  
But Kings can brook no partnership in reign;  
They fell at odds, and Brenn●s fled, subdued  
With slaughter of his warlike multitude.  
To France he scaped, and was received in State,  
In London, Belline built Bellinsgate,  
●●●ane Brennus conquered Italy and Rome,  
belinus lies here in an honoured Tomb.   
Brennus slew himself with the sword, at the siege of ●elphos in Greece, Bochas. They were the sons of Mulmutius Donwallo. Belinus' brought Denmark to ●butary to Britain: they were a pair of worthy bro●●●●.   

G●rguintus, 373.  

GVrguintus was Belinus firstborn son,  
Victoriously he Denmark● overrun:  
●●e the unpeopled Ireland did supply,  
●eign'd nineteen: years a King, and then did dye.   
This King gave leave to a company of straggling ●●●●ssed Spaniards to possess themselves in Ireland: he ●●● buried at Caerlion.  
Years before Christ.   


Guinthelinus, 456.   

HE married Merci● a renowned Dame,  
From whom the just, ● wise, Mer●●●an Statutes came:  
He six and twenty years the Sceptre swayed,  
And then with honour in his Tomb was laid.   
He was the son of Gurguintus, he builed Warwick, and ly●th buried at London.   


Cecilius, 330.  
Kimarus, 223.   

Seven years Cecilius kept the Regal Cha●re,  
Three years Kimarus ruled as his ●ole Heir;  
The Sire with love did well and ●ustly reign,  
His son Kimarus was a hunting slain.   
About this time, a savage people called the Picts, begged habitation of the King of Scots, and lived in the Mar●●es between England and Scotland. Kimarus was a vicious Prince, and killed by wild Beasts as he was hunting: he was the son of Cecilius. Cecilius. was buried at Caerlion.   

Elanius, 321.  

ELanius (as most Histories agree)  
Was King of Britain years just three times three:  
What Acts he did, or what Laws he decreed,  
They are unwrit, and therefore are unread.   
Elanius was the son of Kimarus.  
Years before Christ.   


Morindus reigned 8 years, 311.   

THis King Morindus, valiant more than wise,  
A ravening Monster from the Sea did ●ise:  
Which many people to destruction brought,  
Who killed this brave King as he bravely fought.   
He killed the Monster, after the Monster had de●●●red him, for he was in the belly of it living, and found dead with his dagger in his hand.   


Gorbomanus 303.   

THis King eleven years wore the Britain crown,  
He founded Cambridge, & built Grantham Town;  
His subject's peace, past Kingdoms he preferred,  
Loved and bewailed, at London was interred.   

He built the Towns of Cambridge and Grantham.    

Archigalo, and Elidurus. 392.  

THese brothers were not Kings both at one time,  
But for extortion (an unkingly crime,  
The Eldest having gained his Subjects hate)  
Deposed, and Elidurus got the State.  
But he (not greedy after worldly reign)  
To Archigalo gave it up again.  
Ruled ten years more: thus twenty years in all,  
His State Majestic, did twice rise and fall.   
Archigalo put away from him and rejected the true and ancient Nobility and Gentry: and in their rooms was supplied with the counsels of flatterers and parasites, which was his downfall.  
Years before Christ.   


Elidurus, 272. Vigenius, Peredurus, 270.   

THen A●chigale being dead and gone,  
Good Elidure two years kept Britain's Throne.  
Vigenius, Peredurus two years more.  
Thrust Elidure from all the sway he bore,  
But they both died the third time he was crowned,    


Elidurus, 261.   

And reigned four years more, beloved renowned  
Once subject, twice a slave, and thrice a King:  
Thus Fortunes favours up and down did sling.   
Hear because Histories make little or ●o mention of any the doings of the Kings, from the reign of Elidurus to King L●●, I think it fit, only to insert their names, and the times of their reigns, with their years before Christ.   


258. Gerbonian reigned ten years.    


248. Morgan fourteen years.    


224. Emeria●●s seven years.   
This King was deposed from al●●● gall government for his tyranny.   

227. juall twenty years.  
This King was a just and ●●● Prince.  
Years before Christ.   


207. Rimo sixteen years.   
His reign was blessed with abundance of Peace and Plenty.   


191. Geruncius twenty years.    


171. Catillus ten years.   
Catillus caused all the oppressors of the poor to be hanged up: but since his time they are doubly increased.   


161. Coylus twenty years.   
A peaceable King, and a quiet reign.   


141. Porrex five years.   
A good Prince.   


136. Chirimus one year.   
Chirimus through excessive drinking got his death.   


135. Tulgon two years.    


133. EL●red one year.   
Years before Christ.   


132. Androgius one year.    


131. Varianus one year.   
Varianus given all to lust, purchsed himself a short reign: and it may be perceived, that all these Princes either by treason, or their own bad lives, were soon brought to their ends, for 25 of them did not reign above 62 years.   


12●. Eliud five years.    


120. Dedamius five years.    


118. Gurginius three years.    


115. Merianus two years.    


113. Blodunus two years.    


110. Capenus three years.   
Years after Christ.   


108. Quinus two years.    


106. Silius two years.    


94. Bledgabredus ten years.   
A great lover of Music, and a good Patron to Musicians.   


92. Archemalus two years.    


90. Eldolus two years.    


88 Rodianus two years.    


86. Redargius three years.   
Years after Christ.   


84. Samullius two years.    


81. Penisellus three years.    


78. Pyrrhus' two years.    


76. Caporus two years.    


74. Divellus four years.   
A Noble and ver●nous Prince.   


70. Hellius one year.   
The I'll of Ely took the n●m●●●tion from this Prince. There he ●●●● a Palace, and there he dying was buried.   

Lud reigned 11. years, 66.  

A Long time after Troynovant was framed,  
It was by Lud, Kair-Lud, or Lud-sto●s named   
Years before Christ.  

●●e made it strong with Battlements and Towers,  
●●● against foes invasive powers.  
●●●free Stone for Freemen Ludgate he founded,  
●● here freemen (wanting freedom) are confounded.  
●●dy'd and left two Sons, too young for reign,  
Therefore his brother did the Crown obtain.   
Some Writers do affirm, that this King builded London from Ludgate to London-stone, and that the stone ●●●● thereof was called Luds stone.   


Cassibelan, 17. years. 58.   

V● dead the nobles crowned Cassibelan,  
●●● whose reign here the Romans conquest won,  
●● julius Caesar sailed out of France,  
●in this Land his Eagle did advance,  
●●●●● bold scorned base at first to stoop,  
●●● Caesar fled, before their warlike troop.  
● Civil wars, this Kingdom over-runnes,  
●twixt Cassibelan, and Luds two Sons,  
●●● they (unnatural) sought each others fall,  
●●● Romans took advantage, conquered all:  
T●●● Caesar, by his high Imperial doom,  
●●● Britain Tributary unto Rome.   
Nemias' a valiant Duke of this Kingdom, received deaths wound of Caesar: Yet after that he took Caesars ●●●nd from him, and with the same killed Labianus a Roman Tribune, and lastly, was she field and died. Caesar ●the Castles of Dover, Canterbury, and the Tower ●● London.   


Theomantius, 37.   

THen Theomantius (of the royal blood)  
The sole Son living of his Father Lud;  
●●ign'd three and twenty years, a King in State,  
●hose Picture stands on Luds unlucky gate.   
Years before Christ.   


Cimbilinus.   

IN this King's reign, (the glorious King of Kings  
In person came, and man's salvation brings)  
When through the world all bloody wars did cease,  
(For our soul's peace) then came the Prince of peace.   
Our Saviour jesus Christ was borne his reign, in the 42. year of Augustus Caesar, then being Emperor of Rome: Cimbelinus was the Son of Theomantins.   


Guiderius, anno Christi, 21.   

THis King and Subjects, bravely, nobly join,  
To hold from Rome the tributary Coin:  
But Claudius Caesar with an Army came,  
The Britain's bold rebellious hearts to tame;  
One Hamen there (a Roman) did device,  
Himself like to a Britain to disguise,  
Guiderin● bravely cha●de his foes amain,  
Was by disguised Hamon falsely slain.   
When Guiderius was King of Britain, our R●●●●mer suffered under Claudius Tiberius Caesar, being the Roman Emperor. Guiderius was a valiant Prince.   


Aruiragus, 44   

STout Aruiragus being in the fight,  
The King's death added fury to his might:  
Perceived the Britain Host, almost dismayed,  
In's brother's Armour he himself atrayed,   
Years after Christ.  

The Soldiers thought the King again survived,  
With courage new through every vein derived,  
Brave Aruiragus, like a Tempest goes,  
And pell mel topsy-turvy throws his foes.  
Great Caesar with his Roman army fled,  
The King took Hamon, and cut off his head,  
And more, with sharp revenge his wrath t'appease,  
Hewed him piecemeal, and cast him in the Seas,  
The place long time, this name did then allow,  
Of Hamon's hau●n, or Southampton now.  
The Emperor would quite the tribute free,  
If Britain's King his Son in law would be.  
Then Aruarigue did fair Genisse marry,  
And Claudius Caesar here a while did tarry,  
He builded Glost●r, whilst he here remained:  
The King died having twenty eight years reigned.    


Marius, 73.   

IN this King's reign the lawless proling Pict,  
(A Nation strange) did the North part afflict:  
But Marius, in a battle slew their King,  
And all their power did to subjection bring.  
The Picts from Scythia, into Scotland came,  
Rude, barbarous, ingrateful, hard to tame:  
For by the Scotis● Kings favour having got  
Possession, they oft warred upon the Scot  
And more and more that Kingdom they annoyed,  
Till Kennith Scotland● King them all destroyed:  
Years fifty three reigned Marius just and wise,  
Dyed: and at Carl●●● his Corpse royal lies.   
Much about this time, joseph of Arimathea, after he had buried Christ (being hated for it of the misbelieving jews) came into this Land, and first planted Christianity here, built a Chapel at Ghastenburgh: Some writers say, that he repaired Chester, and was buried there.   

Coylus, 124.  

IN Rome, this King was fostered all his youth,  
He loved Peace, justice, Fortiude and Truth:   
Years after Christ.  

He builded Colchest●r, and did survive,  
Till he had reigned a King's years, fifty five.   
Coylus was the Son of Marius, he was buried ●● York.   


Lucius, 179.   

THe first of Kings that was a Christian named,  
Was Lucius (with the spirit of God inflamed)  
The Bread of life he did receive with joy,  
The Pagan Idols he did all destroy,  
The Flamines and Arch ●●mines he down cost,  
And Bishops and Archbishops here he plac●d,  
He loved and feared th' eternal Three in one,  
And died when he had 12. years kept the Throne   
This was the first Christian King of Britain, ●●ee●●●ed twenty eight Idolatrous Temples of thy Pagan god ●● he made Cathedral Churches, for the service of the ●●● God; Elutherius was then Bishop of Rome, King ●uc●●● was buried at Gloucester: he died leaving no ●●●●●● that this Land was in a hurly-burly 15. years, t●●●●● want of a King.   

Severus, 194.  

THis was a Roman Emperor, and was slain  
At York the eighteenth year of his proud reign  
He was an Alien and a stranger here,  
And therefore bought his usurpation dear.   
Severus was 60. years old when he took the ●●●●●● and caused a wall of Turse to be made betwixt Engla●● and Scotland to keep this Land from the incursions of t●● Scots and Picts: the wall reached from Time to ●●● Scottish Seas, 112. miles.  
Years after Christ.   


Bassianus, 212.   

SE●●rus here did wed a British Dame,  
By whom this King (their Son) the Crown did claim.  
● after six years time, he left this Land.  
●ad had the Roman Empire at's command.   
Bassianus was brought from Rome by his Father ●●●●rcus.   

Carausius, 290.  
Alectus, 291.  
●●● Carausi●●●●●, Dio●●●● was ●●●●●  

THis king (of mean birth) did the Crown attain  
After seven years, was by Alectus slain:  
Three years Alectus did in state reside.  
●ur Protomartyr then Saint Alban died.   
Dio●esian and Maximilian ruled the Roman Em●●●● when saint Alban suffered; Alectus was sent from Rome against Carausius: this Alectus was a cruel ●●●●● and was also slain by Asclepiodatus.   

Asclepiodatus, 299.  

ASclepiodatus, (in a mortal Fight)  
Sabdude the Roman General Gallus might;  
Killed him, and cast him headlong in a Brook,  
Whence Gallus or Wallbrooke, for name it took,  
And as Alectus did Carausius kill,  
So did this King Alectus life blood spill,  
And a free two years reign in mortal strife,  
Asclepiodatus slain lost Crown and life.   
Glallus brook or Wallbrooke took the name from Glallus ●● Rome to Captain, slain by Asclepiodatus, and thrown into that Brook. Asclepiodatus was after slain by Coil Duke of Colchester. Some writ that Asclepiodatus reigned 30. years.  
Years after Christ.   


Coil reigned 14. years. 301.   

Colchesters' Duke Coil in the Throne invested,  
Was by Constantius Caesar much molested:  
Till Coil gaue's Daughter to him for his Bride,  
And paid Rome's tribute, that was long denied.  
The Lady was of beauty most divine,  
Fair Helen, Mother to great Constantine.  
The King at Colchester, dead, laid in's Tomb,  
His Son Constantius did supply his room.   
This Helen r●●defied jerusalem, and adorned it with goodly Churches. She also wa●e● Ladon and Colchester.   


Constantius, 305.   

Spain, Italy, France, Britain's Emperor,  
Four years he reigned here, with Majestic power.  
True Honour was the aim at which he sho●,  
Just, Valiant, these reports his Actions got.   
This Constantius was Grandfather to Constantine the Great: he came from Rome to this I'll and was buried at York.   

Constantine, 306.  

GReat Emperor Constantine, surnamed the Great:  
In all respects a worthy Prince complete,   
Years after Christ.  

The glorious Gospel, he adored, and feared,  
Constantinople famously he reared,  
Maxentius, Rome's great Tyrant, (most abhorred)  
He made him fly from his Imperial sword.  
Beloved, bewailed, high honoured and admired,  
In grace with God and men, his days expired.   
This worthy Prince Constantine was borne in this Land, the Son of Constantius and Hellen. After Constantius decease, our Land was molested by Octavius Maximus and others for many years. These times are so diversely written of in Histories, that a man knows not which to believe most.   


84. Constantinus, 337.  
85. Constans, 340.   

THese two were Brothers of the Royal line,  
And Sons unto the Emperor Constantine:  
Ambition and debate for Kingly Reign,  
Was the unnatural cause they both were slain.   
Kings and Lovers can brook no partners: for these two brothers were each others destruction.   

86. Octavius, 345.  
87. Traherus, 349.  

Octavius' Duke of Windsor took the Crown,  
Traherus came from Rome and put him down:  
The Land was full with hurlyburlies filled,  
Traherus by Octtavius last was killed.   
Theodosius was Emperor of the East, and Macrinus of the West: Some writ that Octavius reigned 54. years. Non credo.  
Years after Christ.   


88 Constantius the third. 353.   

The Roman Empire he did closely sway,  
And as a King this Land did him obey:  
Th'Apostate julian was the Emperor next,  
By whom the Christians all were slain, or vexed.   
Constantius was a victorious Prince, and triumphed in Rome: yet ●●●●uell oppressor, and an Arian heretic.   


89 Maximinianus. 375.   

NExt julian, reigned Valenti●ia●,  
And after him, succeeded Grazier;  
Maximianus was of life deprived,  
'Cause he with Gratian for the Empire strived.   
How like Bavius these tyrants consumed on● another these were all Emperors of Rome, & Kings of Britain.   

90. Gratian. 376.  

THen Gratian claimed this Kingdom as his right:  
But having gained it, he was slain in fight:  
Fierce wars the Roman Empire did divide,  
And Caesar's and their Viceroys fought and died.  
Honorius Rome's Tribunal did obtain,  
Next after him did Theodosius reign,  
Then did the Scot join with the barbarous pict  
This headless, Kinglesse Kingdom to afflict.  
The Roman Sceptre we had long obeyed,  
Four hundred eightythree years Tribute paid;  
And now this land shook off their wronged command  
When Civil discord had near spoiled this Land.   
In one ●●●●● the whole nation of the Picts were ●●  
Years after Christ.  
●●●●●●shed: about this time the Romans government ●●here. Gratian was a Britain Emperor but some●●   


91 Vortiger. 447.   

THis King through murder did the Throne ascend,  
And had a troublous Reign, and murderous end:  
●●●●●● (Constantine's) lawful Heir and Son,  
By vortigers false means to death was done.  
For which (to keep the Crown unjustly gained)  
The Saxons for his aid he entertained.  
Then Heng●st, with his Brother Horlus crew,  
●● Britaines best blood did their blades imbrue.  
King Vortiger with doting love enthralled,  
●atch't Hengists' daughter, beauteous Rowan called:  
●●● Saxons troops, on troops came in so fast,  
That Britain's did deprive the King at last.   
He murdered his lawful Prince, and usurping the Throne was enforced to have aid of the Saxons, who at the ●● almost overran this Kingdom, but the Britons ●●●●ed, Vortiger, and crowned his Son Vortimer.   

92. Vortimer. 454.  

THen 
* On the Plain of Salisbury at Stonching (where the Stones are to be seen as this day.)  Vortimer, the Son of Vortiger,  
Upon the Saxons made successful war:  
Till he by Rowan was by craft o'r-tane,  
From whose false hands, he died by poisonous bane.  
Deposed Vortiger (his Son once slain)  
His ill gained ill kept Crown he gained again:  
Hengistus with his Saxon fresh supplies,  
The Plains of Salisbury did all surprise.  
The King took counsel of his Britain Lords,  
And all in general to a Peace accords.  
The Saxons and the Britons did agree,  
That at this meeting all unarmed should be:  
●●xt traitorous Hengist did a watchword speak,  
Which did the Law of Arms, and Honour break,   
Years after Christ.  

The Saxons unsuspected drew forth Knives,  
Four hundred, threescore Lords, all lost their lives,  
All Britain Nobles, than the Saxons there,  
Surprised the King, constraining him through fear  
To give Kent, Sussex, Suffolk, Norfolk, and  
That Hengist, King should in those Lands command,  
But after nineteen years were quite expired,  

* The King & Queen burnt to death.  Revenging Fire, the King in's Castle fired.  
And thus the Saxons, and Great Hengists Heirs,  
Won Shire to Shire, till Britain all was theirs.   
Vortiger married his own daughter to his third wife.   


93. Aurelius Ambrose. 466.   

IN honour of the Nobles basely slain,  
This King set up the Stones on Sarum plain●:  
The Gospel with great zeal he dignified,  
Reigned thirty two years, and by poison died.   
This King was a Roman, and brother to Uter Pendragon that succeeded him.   

94. Uter Pendragon reigned 18 years. 498.  

THis King (by Merlin's means, a skilful man)  
Igrene, the Duke of Cornewals' Duchess wan:  
On her he got, (though illegitimate)  
The Christian Worthy, Arthur, styled the Great.   
Uter Pendragon poisoned by the Saxons, after he had reigned 18. years.  
Years after Christ.   


95. Arthur. 516.   

OF the nine Worthies was this Worthy one,  
Denmark, and Norway, did obey his Throne:  
In twelve set Battles he the Saxons beat,  
Great, and to make his Victories more great,  
The Faithless Saracens he overcame,  
And made them honour high Ichonah's Name,  
The Noble order of the Table round,  
At Winchester, his first invention found.  
Whilst he beyond Sea fought to win Renown,  
His Nephew Mordred did usurp his Crown,  
But he returned, and Mordred did confound,  
And in the fight great Arthur got a wound,  
That proved so mortal, that immortally  
It made him live, although it made him dye.  
Full sixteen years the Diadem he wore,  
And every day gained Honour more and more.  
Arthur the great was buried at Glastenbury.    

96 Constantine, the fourth. 542.  
97 Aurelius Conanus. 545.  

COnstantine was by King Aurelius killed:  
Aurelius (' Britain) thirty three years held,  
Seven Kingdoms here at once the Saxons held,  
And slaughter lanced, when proud ambition swelled.   
This Constantine was kinsman to King Arthur, and was slain by Conanus. Constantine was a wicked Prince, and slain in battle by his kinsman Conanus, when he had reigned near 3. years. Of the time of this Aurelius Conanus his reign, there is much variation in Histories.  
Years after Christ.  
Hear began the Heptarchy, or 7 Kingdom's i● this Land, namely, Kent, Southsaxons, Westsaxons, Eastsaxons, Northumberland, Mercia, and East-Angles: which division continued more than 600. years, be fore it was all united into one Monarchy ●●e names of the Kings, & times of their reigns, and limits of their Kingdoms, are hereunder expressed.  
1 KEnt was only a kingdom which had 17 Kings, namely, 1 Hengist, 2 E●●●●s● 3 Octa, 4 Ymerick, 5 Ethelbert, who was the first Christian King of Kent, he was an aider and helper of Sebert, King of the Eastsaxons, in the famous and memorable buildings of St Paul's Church in London, and Saint Peter at Westminster. 6 Eabald, 7 Ercombert, 8 Egl●●● 9 Loather, 10 Edrick, 11 Withered, 12 Eaber● 13 Edelbert, 14 Alick, 15 Ethilbert, 16 Cuthred 17 Baldred. These Kings reigned in Kent 372 years, from the year of Grace 455. till the year 827.  
2 The kingdom of the Southsaxons contained the Counties of Suffex and Surrit, ●● continued from the year 488. until the year 601. being 113 years: they had three Kings namely, 1 Ella, 2 Cissa, 3 Ethelwolse a Christian King, 4 Berthrum, 5 Authum.  
3 The Westsaxons kingdom, whose beginning was in the year 519. and ended, Anno● 166. lasted 561 years, having 17 Kings namely, 1 Cherdick, 2 Kenrick, 3 Chequilen, 4 Cealick, 5 Chelwold, 6 Kingils, a Christian, 7 Kenwald, 8 Eskwin, 9 Kentwin, 10 Ceadwald 11 Inas, 12 Ethelarc, 13 Cuthred, 14 Sigebat 15 Kenwolse, 16 Brightrik, 17 Egbert,: These Kings had under their governments, the Counties of Cornwall, Devonshire, Somersetshire, Wiltshire, Hampshire and Berkshire.  
4 The Eastsaxons reigned 281 years, beginning Anno. 527. and ending in the year 827. Their bounds were Essex and Middlesex, and their Kings were in number● 14, namely, 1 Erchenwin, 2 Sledda, 3 S●●●●● a Christian King, that assisted Ethelbert  
Years after Christ.  
King of Kent it, in the building of the church's of saint Paul and Saint Peter afore●●● 4 Seward, 5 Sigebert, 6 Sigibert, 7 Swithe●●● 8 Sighere, 9 S●bba, 10 Sigherd, 11 Seo●●l 12 Offa, 13 S●lred, 14 Suthred.  
5 Northumberland was sometimes divided into two kingdoms. It contained the ●●ies of Yorkshire, Durham, Lancashire, West●land, Cumberland and Northumberland: this Kingdom began in the year of our Lord, ●7. and expired in 926. continuing 379. ●eeres under 23 Kings, whose names were, 1 ●●, 2 Ad●●a, 3 Theodwald, 4 Frethulfe, 5 Therapeutic, 6 Ethelrick, 7 Ethel●rid, 8 Edwin, 9 Os●●●, 10 Oswy 11 Egfrid, 12 Alkfrid, 13 Ofred, 14 ●●red, 15 Oswolfe, 16 Ceolnuph, 17 Egbert, 18 Oswicke, 19 Edilwald, 20 Alured, 21 Ethel●●● 22, Alswald, 23 Osred. Amongst these, edwin was their first Christian King.  
6 The East Angles under 15 several Kings, continued 353 years, beginning in Anno, 575. ●●d ended in 914. their Territories were ●●lolke, Norfolk, Cambridgeshire and the ●● of Ely, their King's names were, 1 Vffa, 2 ●●●lus 3 Redwald their first Christian King, ●●●wold, 5 Sigebert, 6 Egrik, 7 Anna, 8 ●●●bert, 9 Ethwald, 10 Aldwol●e, 11 Aswald, 12 Beorn, 13 Ethelred, 14 Ethelbert, 15 Edmund. ●●● The seventh Kingdom were the Mer●●●●●●, who had 20 Kings and 17 shires ●nder their command: their King's were●● Creda, 2 Wibba, 3 Cheorle, 4 Penda, 5 Peada ●heir first Christian King, 6 Wolfere, 7 ●●helred, 8 Kenred, 9 Chelred, 10 Ethebald, 11 Offa, 12 Egfrid, 13 Kenwolfe, 14 Kenelm, 15 Chelwolfe 16 Bernulfe, 17 Ludecan, 18 ●●itlafe, 19 Bertwolfe, 20 Burdred. Their ●ounds and dominions were 17 Counties, as of Northampton Leicester, Derby, Lincoln, Huntingdon, Rutland, Nottingham, Cheshire, Oxfordshire, Staffordshire, Worcestershire, Glostershire, Shropshire, Warwickshire, Bedfordshire, Buckinghamshire, and hartfordshire.  
Years after Christ.   


98 Vortiporus. 578.  
99 Malgo 581.   

THis Vortipore from good Kings did decline,  
Kept his wife's Daughter as his Concubine:  
And Malgo p●t his Wi●●e to broady slaughter,  
To live in incest with his brother's Daughter.   
About this time Augustine the Monk, Mellitus, justus and john all ●●● men came from Rome, and preached the Gospel to the English m●n. Vortipore reigned 4. years. Malgo, his raign●● was short and wicked.   


100 Careticus. 586.   

GVrmundus hither out of Ireland came,  
And with the Saxons joined with sword and flame:  
The King to Wales did fly. his ife●t● save.  
Whereas he changed his Kingdom for a Grave.   
He reigned 3. years: and now the Saxons had all England, the Britons and their Kings being expulsed and chased to the West sides of the River's Seaverne, and D●●.   


Cadwane. 613.   

THis Cadwane did the Saxon ●orce withstand,  
Of Ethelfridus of Northumberland:  
And made him to entreat and sue for peace:  
Reigned two and twenty years, than did decease.   
Years before Christ.   


102. Cadwallin. 635.   

CAdwallin slew King Edwin, Egfrids' Son,  
He Penda Merciaes' King did overrun:  
He never fought but Conquest home did bring,  
And eight and forty years did reign a King.   
Cadwallin was buried at London in Saint Martin's Church near Ludgate.   


103. Cadwallader. 685.   

THis King renowned was both near and fare,  
The last of Britain's Kings, Cadwallader,  
The name of Britain was quite altered then,  
The Kings of England, subjects, Englishmen.  
Then in this Land, of Kings there reigned so many,  
That Subjects knew not to obey all, or any:  
Their names and times of reign I mean to tell,  
Should I write more, my Book too big would swell.   
Here the inhabitants lost the name of Britons, the land being called Anglia, or England, and the people Englishmen.   


687. Cadwallader left his Crown, went to Rome, and died there.     

These Kings following were of the West Saxons.  


726 Ethelard was King of the West Saxons.   
Years before Christ.   


740. Cuthred succeeded him.    


757. Sigebert next him, was slain● by a Swineherd.    


758. Kenulphus was slain by Kinsman of Sigebert.    


786. Brithricus. In his time i● reigned blood.   
IN the 800. year of Christ, the Danes landed at Po●●land, but Brithricus beat them back, and after●●●● was poisoned by his wife Ethelburga.   


Egbri●us, King of Westsaxons. 839. ●●●    


839. Adelnulphus overcame ●● Danes, that came to invade the Kingdom with 350. ships.    


857. Athelbald.   
Years after Christ.   


860. Athelbrict.    


866. Etheldrid.    


872. AElfred.    


900. Edward surnamed Signior.  Hear end the Kings of the Westsaxons: now follow the Kings of Britain.   

104. Athelstane reigned 15. years. 905.  

THis King did tame the Welsh, the Danes subdued,  
He conquered Scotland and the Marches rude:  
The Danish Giant Colebrand in Hyde-meads  
●y G●y the Earl of Warwick was struck dead.   
King Athelstane was crowned at Kingston, he fought this Land again to one sole Monarchy, he was buried at M●l●●●bury  
Years after Christ.   


105. Edmund. 940.  
106. Eldred. 640.   

EDmund, reigned next his brother Athelstane,  
And after five years was untimely slain:  
Nine years was Eldrid England's King instilled,  
Th' insulting Danes, he from this Realm exiled.   
Edmund was buried at Glastenbury. Eldred was brother to Edmund, he was crowned as Kingston, he expelled the Danes, and was buried at Winchester.   


107. Edwin. 955.  
108 Edgar. 959.   

THen Edwin (as his right) obtained the Crown,  
For Rape, and brutish Lust he was put down.  
His brother Edger a man just and wi●e,  
By Edwins' fall, unto the Throne did rise.  
The Church and Commonweal (long time deformed)  
He by his justice and good Laws reformed.  
Reigned sixteen years, and then by death assailed,  
As he had lived beloved, he died bewailed.   
Edwin was Eldreds' kinsman crowned a Kingston: he deftowred his own kinswoman, and slew her husband, for which ●●● acts he was deposed of all Kingly dignity, and his brother Edgar was in his stead crowned at Bath●. Edgar had 3600 skips to withstand the invasion of his enemies: he founded and repaired 47. religious houses, he was buried at Glastenbury.   

109 Edward. 975.  
110 Etheldred. 978.  

EDward was slain by his accursed Stepmother,  
Aided by Etheldred his cruel brother.  
This Etheldred caused all the Danes be slain:  
And died the thirty eightth year of his reign.   
He was crowned at Kingston: be reigned 3. years, and was buried at Shaftsbury.  
Etheldred was buried in St. Paul's Church in London.   


111 Edmond Irònside. 1016.   

THe Danes came to revenge with sword and fire,  
Both Kings to Combat single did desire:  
On equal tormes, their valours both were tried,  
In love the Realm betwixt them they divide.   
Edricus a traitor murdered King Edmond Ironside, for the which Canutus the Dane caused him to be tormented to death gri●●uously as he deserved.   


112 Canutus 1018.   

THis mighty Danish King four Kingdoms held,  
Danes, Norway, England, Scotland he compelled,  
Taxes and tolls he raised in England here,  
And died when he had governed twenty year.   
In Canutus his reign the Danes possessed all England: he ●●●● buried at Winchester.   

113 Harold. 1038.  
114 Hardianutus. 1041.  

HArold from England did exile his Mother,  
And killed Alured his King and his Brother:  
Hardianutus than the Crown obtained,  
Who qua●●ing died, when he 3. years had reigned.   
Harold was a Tyrant: he was called Hartfoott. ●● h●●●●●●● running: be murdered Prince Alured he reigned three years, and was buried at Westminster.  
He caused the body of Harold to be digged out of the grave, and cast into the Thames, in revenge of his brother Allured's death: he was buried at Winchester.   


115. Saint Edward, 1043.  
116. Harold the second. 1066.   

SAint Edward from the Danes this Kingdom freed●  
And for he had no Heir, he here decreed,  
That William Duke of Normandy should be  
Next King, but Harold seem ●●● to agree,  
As soon as Edward was laid in his Tomb,  
This hasty Harold mounted in his room,  
But William came from Normanay amain,  
By whom King Harold was unkinged and slain.    
The end of the first part.   

The second part.  


William Conqueror. An. Dom. 1066.   

When Britain's, Romans, Saxons, Danes had done,  
The Normans (fifthly) England● glory won●  
New Lords brought in new Laws incontinent,  
And all were Conquered but the County Kent.  
King William (after he had all surprised)  
Insulted, domineered, and tyrannised,  
All Englishmen (like slaves) their doors must lock,  
On pain of death, each night at eight of clock.  
The English from all Offic● were disgraced,  
And in their places the proud French were placed.  
●●ill beating down the right, with wrong on wrong,  
Disdaining men should speak the English tongue.  
And so to bring our memory to naught,  
The Grammar and the Laws in French were taught.  
King Swanus Sons, with Danes a mighty band,  
Arrived in Humber to invade the Land,  
Then York was burnt, the wealth away was borne,  
And Danes on Composition home did turn.  
A dearth in England was so great, that here  
Cats, Dogs, and man's flesh, was our woeful cheer.  
The Mercians and Northumber's they rebelled,  
Strong wars the Scott within our Country held:  
The I'll of Ely did the King surprise,  
He caused the Rebels lose hands, feet, and eyes.  
The Normans did rebel and were subdued,  
Danes came and fled, with all their multitude.  
The King's son (Robert) by the French Kings aid,  
Did diverse parts of Normandy invade.  
The Scots spoilt England, with all might and main,  
And Durbans Bishop in a broil was slain,  
Hear every Acre of men's Lands were measured.  
And by a heavy tax the King was treasured:  
Slain by a Dear the King's son lost his life,  
And Glassenbury Monks were killed in strife.  
The English Nobleses almost were decayed,  
And every place of rule the Normans swayed.  
And all men's goods and lands, and coin were rated  
Through England, and unto the King related.  
The French men's pride did England overwhelm,  
And grievous tributes did oppress the Realm.  
Churches and Chapels were thrown down with speed,  
●o make New Forest as the King decreed:  
Who having ruled in trouble, toil and care,  
And tryannously poled this Kingdom bare,  
near twenty one years, death was then his bane:  
He lies in Normandy, interred at Cane.   
William Conqueror was crowned on Christmas-day 1067, the year then beginning on that day. In the ●●●● Forrest in Hampshire called New Forest, ●●ere this King had defaced many Churches (wherein the ●●● of God was called upon) and placed wild Beasts for His disportun the same Forest two of his own sons were ●●●●, Prince Robert killed by a Deer, and William Rufus by a Knight shooting at a Deer.   


William Rufus, An. Dom. 1087.   

WIlliam the cruel Conquerors second Son,  
With ease, got what his Father's pains had won,  
Oppressed England he oppressed and pressed,  
And great Exactions wrongfully did wrest.  
For Simony, and base corrupting gold,  
The King most Churches and Church-livings sold,  
And more, (his Subjects vilely to abuse)  
Against them he in arms did arm the jews,  
And swore if they the victory did gain.  
That he their faithless faith would entertain.  
Upon his eldest brother he raised wars,  
His youngest brother troubled him with jars.  
At London, such a furious wind did blow,  
Which did six hundred houses overthrew.  
The City Gloster was by Welshmen sacked.  
Northumberland was by King William wracked.  
William de Oue, and William de Aluery.  
In cruel torments died at Salisbury.  
Duke Robert laid all Normandy to gauge  
Unto the King, wars with the Turks to wage.  
Westminster Hall was built, the Danes came in,  
And th' Orchades, and the I'll of Man did win.  
But as the King was hunting in Hampshire,  
Sir Walter T●rr●ll shooting at a Deer,  
The Arrow glauncing'gainst a Tree by chance,  
Th'unhappy King killed, by the hapless Glance.  
A Comers Cart to Winchester did bring  
The Corpse, where unbemoand they laid the King.   
Rufus. In the 8. year of his reign, the Christian Army went to jerusalem, under the conduct of Godfrey Duke of Bulloyne, in which wars served Robert Duke of Normandy the King's eldest brother, who pawned his Dukedom for 16666. pounds' weight of silver. In the 11. year the Lands of the late Earl Godwine sunk in the sea, and are to this day called Godwine ●ands. This King died the 2. of August 1100. He reigned 12. years, 11. Months, and was buried at Winchester.   


Henry the first. An. Dom. 1100.   

THis Henry (for his wisdom Beuclarke named)  
Th'unlawful Laws and measures he reclaimed.  
The Norman Duke, eldest Brother to the King.  
To claim the Crown a mighty Host did bring.  
Saint Barthol●mewes was founded and Saint Gyles,  
And Henry stopped Duke Robert's mouth with wiles.  
Then peace was made; but after, wars did rise,  
The King tooke's brother, and put out his eyes.  
Here Windsor Church and Castle were erected,  
And Wales (rebelled) most sharply was corrected.  
All the King's Sons and eight score persons more,  
Were drowned by tempest near the Norman shore.  
Thus all his joy in children's loss bereft,  
Save only Maud, the Widow Empress left,  
Whom Geffrey Anioy's Earl to wife did get,  
From whom did spring the name Plantagenet.  
The King proclaimed his Daughter, or her seed,  
After his death should in the Realm succeed,  
And after thirty five years time was past,  
King Henry by a surfeit breathed his last.  
Much trouble in his days this Kingdom wearied,  
He died, and dead, at Redding he lies buried.  
Thus God that lifts the low, casts down the high,  
Caused all the Conqueror's sons untimely dye.   
Henry the ●. He held the Crown wrongfully from his elder brother Robert Duke of Normandy, and overcoming him in battle, most unnaturally put out his e●es: he reigned 35. years, his brains, eyes and bowels were buried at Roan in France, and the rest of his body at Redding: his Physician that opened his head, was killed suddenly with the stench of his brai●er.   


King Stephen. An. Dom. 1135.   

STephen Earl of B●loig●, (th' Earl of Bloy● his son)  
From th' Empress M●nd this famous Kingdom won.  
Domestic, foreign, dangerous discords,  
'Twixt factions factions, of the King and's Lords,  
Wars 'twixt the King and th' Empress for the crown,  
Both tasted Fortune's favours, and her frown,  
Now up, now down, like balls at Tennis tossed,  
Till Stephen gained the goal, and th' Empress lost.  
And after eighteen years were come and gone,  
The King not having any lawful Son,  
He died, and changed his Kingdom & his strength,  
For a small Sepulchre of six foot length.   
King Stephen. He was noble, valiant, liberal, and politic, and almost in continual trouble. In the 1. year of his reign a fire burnt all the street, from London-stone East, to Paul's, and West, to Algate, and within 2. years after, the cities of York, Rochester, and bath, were burnt, He reigned 18. years, 10 months and was buried at Feversham.   


Henry the second. An Dom. 1154.   

THis King unto the Empress Maud was Heir,  
And lawfully obtained the Regal Chair,  
He was courageous, and yet most unchaste,  
Which Vice, his other Virtues all defaced.  
He loved fair Rosamond, the world's fair Ros●,  
For which his wife and children turned his foes.  
He made his son Copartner in his Crown,  
Who raised strong wars to put his Father down  
Fair Rosamond at Woodstock by the Queen  
Was poisoned, in revengeful jealous spleen  
In toil, and trouble, with his Sons and Peered,  
The King reigned almost five and thirty years  
He near his death did curse his day of birth,  
He cursed his Sons, and sadly le●t the earth,  
He at Founteverard in his Tomb was laid.  
And his Son Richard next the Sceptre swa●d.   
Henry the 2. In the 12. year of this King an earthqu●●● in Norfolk, Suffolk, and Eiye, that made ●●●●●● shaking the sleeples, and overthrew men that stood on this feet. Nicholas Breakespeare, an English man was ●●ope of Rome, and was named Adrian the fourth, he gave ●●● Lordship of Ireland to King Henry.   


Richard Cordelion. An. Dom. 1189.   

THis brave victorious Lion-hearted Prince,  
The foes of Christ, in ●●●y did convince:  
Whilst at jerusalem he wan Renown,  
His Brother john at home usurped his Crown.  
And as he home returned, (his own to gain)  
By Austria's Duke, the King was Prisoner ●ane.  
His ransom was an hundred thousand pound,  
Which paid, in England he again was crowned.  
Yet after nine full years, and 9 months' reign,  
He with a Shot was killed in Aquit●ne,  
His burial at Founteverard was thought meet,  
At his dead Fathers, second Henry's feet.   
Richard the 1. he conquered the kingdom of Cypress, and he took from the Infidels the Cities of Acon, & joppa, and delivered them to Christians. In his 2. year, the ●●s of the renowned King Arthur were found at Glastenbury. King Richard's bowels were buried at Chalne Castle in Aquitane, his heart at Roan, and his body at Founteverard.   

King john. An. Dom. 1199.  

IOhn Earl of Morton took the regal Seat,  
His state, his toil, his pomp, his cares, all great:  
The French, the Welsh, the Scotch, all proved his foes,  
The Pope King john did from his Crown depose.  
His Lords rebelled, from France the Dolphin came,  
And Wasted England much with sword and flame.  
And after seventeen years were full expired,  
King john being poisoned, to his grave retired.   
King john. In the 8. year many men, Women, and cattles ● slain● with thunder, and many houses burnt, and the ●●●● was beaten down with hail as big as goose eggs.  
Some say, the King was poisoned by a monk, and others ●rite that he died of a surfeit at Newark, but his life was full of troubles, and after his death he was by base villains ●●●d and l●●t naked without any thing to cover the corpses, he was buried at Worcester.   


Henry the third. An. Dom. 1216.   

Wars, bloody wars, the French in England made,  
Strong holds, Towns, Towers & Castles they invade.  
●●t afterwards it was K. Henry's chance,  
By force perforce to force them back to France.  
Great discord 'twixt the King and Barons were,  
●nd factions did the Realm in pieces tear,  
A world of mischiefs did this Land abide,  
And fifty six years reigned the King and died.   
Henry the 3. This King was born at Winchester, crowned at Gloucester, & buried at Westminster. In the 17. of his reign on the 8. of April, 1233. there were 5 Sons in the firmament, and the natural Sun was as red as blood.   

Edward Longshanks. An. Dom. 1271.  

THis was a hardy, wise, Victorious King,  
The Welshmen he did to subjection bring:  
He Scotland wan and brought from thence (by fate)  
Their Crown, their Sceptre, Chair, and Cloth of state,  
That Kingdom with oppression sore he bruised,  
Much tyranny and bloodshed there he used.  
When thirty five years he the Crown had kept,  
At Westminster, he with his Father slept.   
Edward the 1. In the 13. year his son Edward was borne at Carnarvan, who was the first son of any King of England that was Prince of Wales.  
Edward of Carnarvan. An. Dom. 1307.  

THe hard mis-haps that did this King attend,  
The wretched life, and lamentable end,  
Which he endured the like hath ne'er been seen,  
Deposed, and poisoned by his cruel Queen.  
Which when the poison had no force to kill,  
Another way she wrought her wicked will.  
Into his Fundament a red hot Spit  
Was thrust, which made his Royal heart to split.   
In his 8. year such a death; that dogs and horses were good food, many ate their own children, and old prisoners tore such as were newly committed in pieces, and devoured them half living. The King reigned 19 years 6. months.   


Edward the third, An. Dom. 1326.   

IN Peace, and war, this King was right, & good,  
He did revenge his murdered Father's blood:  
He, and the black Prince, his most valiant Son,  
The Field at Cressle, and at Poytiers won,  
At first and last in his victorious reign,  
Of French and Scots, were six score thousand slain.  
And more, (his glory further to advance)  
He took the Kings of Scotland and of France.  
The noble order of the Garter, he  
At Windsor, instituted caused to be.  
When fifty years this Land had him obeyed,  
At Westminster he in his tomb was laid.   
In his 12. year he quartered the Arms of England and France, as they are at this day. Henry Pichard Vintuer, in his Morally, feasted at once. Edward King of England, David King of Scotland, john King of France, the King of Cypress, the Prince of Wales, the Dolphin of France, with many other great Personages of Honour and Worship.   


Richard the second. An. Dom. 1377.   

Young King, rash cossell, laws & right neglected,  
The good put down, the bad in State erected:  
The Court with knaves & flat'rers here did swarm,  
The Kingdom, (like a Farm) was let to Farm.  
The Commons tossed in Armies, Routs and throngs,  
And by soul treason, would redress soul wrongs.  
In this King's reign, began the Civil war,  
(Unnaturally) 'twixt York and Lancaster.  
Oppression on oppression, breeds Confusion,  
Bad Prologue, bad Proceeding, bad Conclusion:  
King Richard, twenty two years reigned, misled,  
Deposed and at Po●●r●s knocked ith'head.   
This King was Grandchild to Edward the 3. and son to the black Prince, he was borne at Bordeaux in France, and was but 11. years old when he was crowned, so that all his miserable Calamity may be imputed to him not having or not regarding good counsel.   


Henry the fourth. An. Dom. 1399.   

THe Crown wrong got from the wrong'doing king,  
More grief than joy did to King Henry bring:  
France, England, Scotland, Wales, arose in Arms,  
And menaced Henry, with most fierce Alarms:  
Hot Percy, Dowglas, Mortimer, Glendowre,  
At Shrewsbury, the King o'erthrew their power,  
He fourteen years did reign, and then did dye,  
At Canterbury buried, he doth lie.   
Henry the 4. He began his reign the 29. of September, 1399. and the 14. of February following, king Richard the 2. being in prison at Po●●fret-Castle, ●●● murdered. The reign of King Henry was acc●●●●● war and trouble.   


Henry the fift. An. Dom. 1412.   

THis was a King Renowned near and fare,  
A Mars of men, a Thunderbolt of war:  
At Agincourt the French were overthrown,  
And Henry heir proclaimed unto that Crown.  
In nine years reign this valiant Prince won more,  
Then all the Kings did after or before.  
Entombed at Westminster his Carcase lies,  
His soul did (like his Acts) ascend the skies.   
Henry the 5. In his 3. year he passed the sea with 1000 sail of Ships and Vessels into France. His tomb or ●●●● was covered with silver, but this yr●n age ●●th ●●●●●●   


Henry the sixth. An. Dom. 1422.   

THis Infant Prince scarce being nine months old,  
The Realms of France and England he did hold:  
But he uncapable through want of years,  
Was ouer-gouerned by mis-gouerned Peers.  
Now York and Lancaster, with bloody wars,  
Both wound this kingdom, with deep deadly scars.  
Whilst this good King by Yorks opposed, deposed,  
Exposed to dangers, is captived, enclosed,  
His Queen exiled, his son and many friends,  
Fled, murdered, slaughtered; lastly, Fate contends  
To crown him once again, who then at last  
Was murdered, thirty nine years being past.   
King Edward the sixth, being 10. years old, was crowned King of France in Paris, but with the strife betwixt the Nobility, and the Commons in England, the most part of France was lost again, which was never recovered ●●●●●   


Edward the fourth. An. Dom. 1460.   

EDward, the 4. the house of Yorks great heir,  
By bloody wars attained the Regal Chair,  
The poor King Henry into Scotland fled,  
And four years there was royally clothed and fed,  
Still good success with him was in the wane,  
●●e by King Edward●● power at last was ta'en.  
Yet yet before the tenth year of his reign,  
Hence Edward fled, and Henry crowned again.  
By Warwick's means six months he held the same:  
Till Ed●ward back in arms to England came,  
And fight stoutly, made this kingdom yield,  
And slew great Warwick's Earl at Barnot field.  
Thus Civil wars on wars, and broils on broils,  
And England against England spills and spoils,  
Now York, than Lancaster, than York again,  
●uels Lancaster; thus joy, grief, pleasure, pain,  
●●oth like inconstant waters ●bbe and flow:  
Ones rising is the others overthrow.  
King Edward, twenty two years ruled this Land,  
And lies at Windsor where his Tomb doth stand.   
Edward the 4. In the first year on Palme-sunday. 1460. there was a battle fought betwixt King Edward and King Henry, near Todcaster, wherein were s●aine of Englishmen on both sides 53000, 700, and 11. persons: The bloody victory fell to King Edward. In the 10. year of his reign, he was forced to forsake this Land, whereby King Henry was restored again to the Crown. But shortly after, Edward returned, and Henry was murdered.   


Edward the fifth. An. Dom. 1483.   

HIgh birth, blood, state, and innocent in years,  
Eclipsed, and murdered by insulting Peers.  
This King was never crowned, short was his reign:  
For to be short, he in short space was slain.   
Edward the 5. Within 3. months after the death of his father, he and his brother Richard Duke of York, were deprived both of their lives, and he of the Crown, by their tyrannous Uncle Richard, Duke of Gloster.   


Richard the third. An. Dom. 1483.   

BY Treason, mischief, murder and debate.  
Usurping Richard won the royal state:  
Unnaturally the children of his brother  
The King, and Duke of York he caused to smother.  
For Sir james Tirrell, Dighton and Black ●ill,  
Did in the Tower these harmless Princes kill,  
Buckingham's Duke did raise King Richard high,  
And for reward he lost his head thereby.  
A fellow to this King I scarce can find.  
His shape deformed, and crooked like his mind.  
Most cruel, tyrannous, inconstant, stout,  
Courageous, hardy, t'abide all dangers out,  
Yet when his sins were mellow, ripe and full,  
Th'Almighties justice than his plumes did pull:  
By bloody means he did the kingdom gain,  
And lost it so, at Bosworth being slain.   
This Richard was never a good subject: but when he had got the Crown, be strove by all means to be a good King, for in his Short reign of two years, two months, he made very profitable Laws. which are yet in force: by which it may be perceived how willing he was to redeem his misspent time.   

Henry the seventh. An. Dom. 1485.  

When Civil wars, full fourscore years & more,  
Had made this kingdom welter in her Gore:  
When eighty of the royal blood were killed,  
That York and Lancaster's cross faction held,  
Then God in mercy, looking on this Land,  
Brought in this Prince, with a triumphant band,  
The only Heir of the Lancastrian line,  
Who graciously consented to combine,  
To ease poor England of a world of moan,  
And make the red Rose and the white but one,  
By Marriage with Elizabeth the fair,  
Fourth Edward's daughter, and Yorks only heir.  
But Margaret Burgunds duchess stormed & frowned,  
That th'heir of Lancaster in state was crowned.  
A counterfeit, one Lambert she suborned,  
(Being with Princely ornaments adorned)  
To claim the State in name of Clarence son,  
Who in the Tower before to death was done.  
Wars'gainst the French King Henry did maintain,  
And Edward brave Lord Wooduile there was slain.  
Northumberlands great Earl (for the King's right)  
Was slain by Northern rebels in sharp fight.  
The King besieged Boulogne, but a Peace  
The French king fought, and so the siege did cease.  
Still Burgunds Duchess, (with inveterate hate)  
Did seek to ruin Henry's Royal state:  
She caused one Perkin Warbacke, to put on  
The name of, Richard, Edward's murdered son,  
Which Richard, was the youngest of the twain  
Of Edward's sons that in the Tower was slain.  
The King at last these traitors did confound,  
And Perkin for a counterfeit was found.  
Sir William Stanley, (once the King's best friend)  
At Tower hill, on a Scaffold had his end.  
On Black Heath Cornish rebels were o'rthrowne,  
A Shoemaker did claim King Henry's Crown.  
The Earl of Warwick lost his hapless head,  
And Lady Katherine did Prince Arthur wed.  
But ere six months were fully gone and passed,  
In Ludlow Castle, Arthur breathed his last.  
King Henry built his Chapel from the ground,  
At Westminster, whose like can scarce be found.  
Fair Margaret eldest daughter to our King,  
King james the fourth of Scotland home did bring,  
Where those two Princes, with great pomp and cheer,  
In State at Edinburgh married were.  
But as all Mortal things are transitory,  
So to an end came Henry's earthly glory.  
Twenty three years, and 8. months here he swayed  
And then at Westminster, in's Tomb was laid.  
He all his Life had variable share,  
Of Peace, War, joy, Grief, Royalty and Care.   
In his I. year in 7. week's space, there died in London 2. Majors, and 6. Aldermen, besides many hundred others of a strange sweeting sickness, 1485.  
Anno Reg. 12. at Saint Need● in Beafordshire, there fell hailstones 18. inches about.  
King james the 4. of Scotland, married Margaret, eldest daughter to Henry the 7. from whom our graci●●● sovereign is lineally descended.   

Henry the eight. An. Dom. 1509.  

FRom both the Lines, and both the joins did spring  
Of York & Lancaster, this mighty King:  
Katherine that was his brother's wife of late,  
He took to wife, and crowned her Queen in state,  
Empson and Dudley lost their heads at Tower,  
For racking the poor Commons by their power.  
Wars, dreadful wars, arose 'twixt us and French,  
Lord Edward Howard, drowned by mischance  
At Breast, he was high Admiral in fight,  
Cast overboard, died like a valiant Knight.  
In England Suffolk's Duke did lose his head,  
The King to Turwin did an army lead,  
Turney he won with his victorious blade,  
King james of Scotland, England did invade:  
But Surries Earle● the Scotch King overcame,  
Who lost life there, but won immortal fame.  
Now Cardinal Wolsey, in the King's high Grace,  
Was raised to honours, from great place to place,  
Lordship on Lordship laid upon his back,  
Until the burden was the bearers wrack.  
The Duke of Buckingham, his head did lose,  
And La●ber stoutly did the Pope oppose,  
refined ignorance that long had looked awry,  
Began, to see Truth with a clearer eye,  
And then the King (inspired with servant Zeal)  
Reform both the Church and Common weal,  
●●●●● with his power Omnipotent,  
Did make this King his gracious Instrument,  
●●T'vnmaske his Truth from Antichristian fables,  
And purge this woeful Land from Babel's babbles.  
This king at Boulogne was victorious;  
●● peace and war, Magnific, Glorious;  
●● his rage bounty he did oft express,  
His Liberality to be excess,  
●●● Revels, justs, and Turnies he spent more,  
Then five of his Forefathers did before,  
His Avarice was all for Noble fame,  
Amongst the Worthies to enrol his Name,  
A valiant Champion for the Faith's defence,  
Was the great Title of this mighty Prince.  
●●●● wife's he had, 3 Kates, 2. Aunes, one jane,  
Two were divorced, two at the block were slain:  
One son and two fair daughters he did leave,  
Who each from other did the Crown receive:  
The first was Edward; Mary next, whose death  
Left State, and Realm, to Queen Elizabeth.  
He thirty eight years kept this Royal Room,  
At windsor he's entered without a Tomb.   
L●●th, Edenbourgh, and diverse other parts of Scotland were spoilt by Sir john Dudley, Lord Viscount ●sle, Lord high Admiral of England, with a Navy of 200, tall Ships.  
Anno 1544. King Henry went to Boulogne, hee ●●●● France the 13. of july, and into Boulogne the 25. of September in which year were taken 300. French ●hips for prices.   


Edward the sixth. An. Dom. 1546.   

HAd this King's reign been long, as it was good,  
Religion in a peaceable state had stood,  
What might have his age been, when his blessed youth,  
●o valiantly advanced Gods sacred truth?  
At nine years age, the Crown on him he took,  
And ere sixteen, he Crown and life for forsook.  
Too good for earth, th'Almighty took his spirit,  
And Westminster his Carcase doth inherit.   
In his 5. year a strange Earthquake did much harms in diverse places of Surry, and a sweeting sickness generally over England, that dispatched those that were in good health, in 12. hours, or 24. at the most. In one week there died of it in London 806. the most of them being men of best strength.   

Queen Mary. An. Dom. 1553.  

AFter a while this Queen had worn the Crown,  
Idolatry was raised, and Truth put down,  
The Mass, the Images, the Beads and Altars,  
By tyranny, by fire, and sword and Halters,  
Th'vngodly bloody Antichristian sway,  
Men were force, perforce forced to obey.  
Now burning Bonner, London, Bishop, he  
Was from the Ma●s●al-sea again ●● free:  
john Dudley, great Duke of Northumberland,  
And Sir john Gates died by the Headsmans' hand.  
With them Sir Thomas Palmer likewise died,  
Hoping for heaven, through ●●●●● Crucified.  
In Latin Service must be sung and said,  
Because men should not know for what they pra●'d.  
The Emp'rors' son, great Philip King of Spain,  
A marriage with Queen Mary did obtain:  
Against which match, Sir Thomas Wyatt rose,  
With powers of Kent the Spaniards to oppose.  
But Wyatt was o'erthrown, his army fled,  
And on the Tower hill after lost his head.  
Lord Grace the Duke of Suffolk also died,  
An Axe his Corpse did from his head divide.  
A little after, the Lord Thomas Grace,  
The Dukes own brother went that headless way.  
A Miller's son assumed King Edward● name,  
And falsely in that name the Crown did claim,  
But he was ta'en and justly whipped and tortured,  
And claiming it once more, was hanged & quartered.  
King Philip won Saint Quintin's with great cost.  
But after to our shame was Calais lost,  
Calais was lost, which threescore years and ten,  
Had been a Garrison for Englishmen.  
Thus by God's mercy England's Queen did dye,  
And England gained much ease and rest thereby.  
Five years and 4. months was her bloody reign,  
And all her glory doth one grave contain.  
Though of herself this Queen was well inclined,  
Bad-minded counsel altered much her mind.   
She married Philip King of Spain, on Saint james his day, 1554. at Winchester.  
Calais was won by Edward the 3. in the 21. of his reign, 1347. and it was lost the I. of january 1557. after the Englishmen had possessed it 210. years.  
August 7. 1558. a tempest near Nottingham, beat down 2. Towns and Churches, and cast the Bells to the further side of the Churchyard, threw whole sheets of Lead 400. foot into the fields, where they were crumpled together like burns parchment: the stream and mud of the River of Trent was blown aland a quarter of a mile: a child blown out of a man's hand 100 foot and killed: there fell hail 15. Inches about.   

Queen Elizabeth. An. Dom. 1558.  

A Deborah, a judith, a Susanna,  
A Virgin, a Virago, a Diana:  
Courageous, Zealous, Learned, Wise and Chasle,  
With heavenly, earthly gifts, adorned and graced,  
Victorious, glorious, bounteous, gracious, good,  
And one, whose virtues dignified her blood,  
That Muses, Graces, Arms, and liberal Arts,  
Amongst all Queens, proclaimed her Queen of hearts,  
She did repurifie this Land once more,  
From the infection of the Romish whore.  
Now Abbeys, Abbots, Fri'rs, Monks, Nuns & Stews,  
Masses, and Masspriests, that men's souls abuse,  
Were all cast down, Lamps, Tapers, Relics, Beads,  
And Superstitions that man's soul misse-leads,  
All Popish pardons, Bulls. Concessions,  
With Cross, Cristening bells, Saints, Intercessions,  
The Altars, Idols, Images down cast,  
All Pilgrimage, and Superstitious Fast,  
Th'acknowledging the Pope for supreme head,  
The holy water, and the god of bread,  
The mumbling Matins, and the pickpurse Mass,  
These babbles this good Queen did turn to grass.  
She caused God's service to be said and sung,  
In our own understanding English tongue.  
In Scotland and in France, fierce wars she held,  
The Irish she subdued when they rebelled,  
The Netherlands her name do still admire,  
And Spain her like again doth not desire.  
When forty four years reign was past and gone,  
She changed her earthly for a heavenly Throne,  
At Greenwich she was borne, at Richmond died,  
At Westminster she buried doth abide;  
And as the fame of this Imperial Ma●de,  
Is through the world, (by the four winds) displayed,  
So shall her memory for ever grace  
Her famous birth, her death, and burial place.   
At Teuxbury Anno 1574. the 24. of February, being. a hard frost, the River of Severne was covered with Fl● and Beetles, so that it was thought, within the length of a pair of Bull, to be 100 quarters of them, the m●●●●en stopped with them, but from whence they came, is unknown.  
1582. A piece of Land of three Acres in Dorsotshire i● the Parish of Armitage, was suddenly removed 600. f●●t from the place where formerly it stood.   


King james. An. Dom. 1601.   

When as Eliza's woeful death was acted:  
When this lamenting land was half distracted●  
When tears each loyal heart with grief had drowned,  
Then came this King and made our joys abound,  
Ordained for us by heavenly power divine,  
Then from the North this glorious star did shine,  
The Royal Image of the Prince of Peace,  
The blessed Concorder that made wars to cease;  
By Name a STEWARD, and by Nature one,  
Appointed from I●houahs sacred Throne,  
And by th'almighties hand supported ever,  
That Treason or the Devil should hurt him ne●●●  
And as his Zeal unto his God was great,  
God's blessings on him were each way complete,  
Rich in his Subject's love (a King's best treasure)  
Rich in content, (a Riches above measure)  
Rich in his Princely Issue, and in them,  
Rich in his hopeful Branches of his stem;  
Rich in Munition, and a Navy Royal,  
And richer than all Kings in servants Loyal.  
When Hell and Rome together did conspire,  
To blow him and his kingdom up with fire,  
Then did the King of King's preserve our King,  
And all the Traitors to confusion bring.  
And who so reckons up from first to last,  
The many hel-hatched dangers he hath passed  
Through all his days, he will believe (no doubt)  
That he with heavenly powers was walled about.  
All Christian Princes held his friendship dear,  
Was feared for love, and not beloved for fear:  
And P●●gan Monarches were in League combined  
With him, as fare as is the Eastern Ind.  
●●● like a st●●● amidst a River fixed,  
●● was his ●●flic● with his mercy mixed:  
He ●riu'd to imitate his Maker still,  
●ed clemency preserved where Law would kill.  
He hath cured England, and healed Scotland's wounds,  
And made them both great (ancient) Britain's bounds:  
●●● bloody deadly ●eud the caused ●● cease,  
And ●●●●●'d hate he turned to Christian peace,  
The mouth of war he muzzled mute and dumb,  
He filled the roaring Cannon and the Drum:  
●●ure in peace, his people si●● and dine,  
With their own figtrees shaded and their vine,  
Whilst in an uproar most of Christendom,  
●●e nation doth another overcome.  
Unto the King of Kings let's pratles sing.  
For giving us this happy peaceful King.  
●●●one know so well how they should peace prefer,  
●●s those that know the miseries of war:  
●Tis true (though old) and must not be forgot.  
The wars are sweet to such as know them not.  
Peace (happy peace) doth spread tranquillity,  
Through all the bounds of Britain's Monarchy;  
And may we all our actions still address,  
For peace with God, and war against wickedness.  
Unto which peace of God this King's ascended,  
●o reign in glory that shall ne'er be ended.  
His mortal part at Westminster entered,  
His soul and Fame immortally preserved.   
God did wonderfully preserve him (upon two seueral●● Tue●daies) from 2 most dangerous treasons, the one at the Town of Saint johnston in Scotland, on Tuesday the 5. of August, 1600. where the Earl of Gowry attemptea to kill his Majesty. The other was in England, in that fearful treason and deliucrance from the Powder-plot, on Tuesday the 5. of November. 1606.   


King CHARLES.   

TWo Williams, Henry's 8. I. Steven, I. john,  
Six Edwards, Richard's 3. and I. Queen Mary:  
Elizabeth, and james, all dead and gone,  
Our gracious Charles doth now the Sceptre carry;  
And may they live and dye of God accursed,  
Who wish the prejudice of Charles the first.   
●ust 25. Kings and Queens of England since the Norman Conquest.     

A BRIEF REMEMBRANCE OF ALL THE ENGLISH Monarch's, from the Normans Conquest, until this present.  

TO THE HONOURABLE AND TRULY Noble, Sir ROBERT CARR, Knight, one of the Gentlemen of his Majesty's Royal Bedchamber, etc.  
'tIs not in expectation of reward,  
That I this book unto your hands do tender;  
But in my humble duty, in regard  
That I am bound my daily thanks to render.  
And though my style be harsh my learning slender,  
My Verse defective, and my Accent rude;  
Yet if your Patronage be my Defender,  
jam defended'gainst a multitude.  
Thus (to avoid Hell-hatched ingratitude,  
My duteous Love) my Lives, and Life shall be,  
To you devoted ever to conclude,  
May you and your most virtuous Lady see  
Long happy days, in Honour still increasing;  
And after death, true Glory never ceasing.  
Your Honours in all service, john Taylor,   

WILLIAM THE FIRST, Surnamed the CONQVEROUR; KING OF ENGLAND, And DUKE OF NORMANDY.  

BY bloody Battles, Conquest, and by Fate,  
Fair England's Crown & kingdom l surprised:  
Itopsie-tutuy turned ely Eng'ish State,  
And Laws and Customs new and strange devised.  
And where ● vanquished there I tyrannaized,  
Instead of people's love enforcing fear:  
Extorting joils I daily exercised,  
And Tributes, greater than the Land could bear,  
Besides, (the Normans fame the more to rear)  
The English I forbade the English tongue,  
French Schools of Grammar I ordained here,  
And 'gainst this Nation added wrong to wrong.   

At last my Crown, Sword, sceptre, Conquest brave  
I left, I lost, scarce found an earthly Grave.   

Anno 1066, October 14, Saturday.  
William Conqueror, the son of Robert the 6. Duke of Normandy, janded with a 1000 ships furnished with men, horse & all warlike provision, at Hastings in Sussex, and after a bloody battle with King Harold, with the slaughter of ne'er 70000. men on both parts, Hareld being slain, Duke William came in Triumph to London, and was crowned at Westminster on Christmas day following, by, Aldred Archbisbop of York: he used his victory; and conquest here tyrannically; dispossesing most part of the English of their lands, giving them to the Normans, for which appressions he was continually molested; sometimes with the Danes, then with the Welsh, with the Scots out of Ireland, and at home amongst his own people: beside, many miseries did at once afflict this Land, as I. an universal fever amongst people, 2 Barrenness of the ground, 3 Dearth and famine, 4 Murrain of Cattles, and the Church of Saint Paul's in London burnt, and all that was in it; The Country extremely ruined and spoilt for 60 mile's space betwixt York and Durham. The king pulled down 36 Churches, Towns and Villages, laying the Country waste and open for 30 mile's space from the City of Salisbury Southward, which is now called Newforrest, and was by him made a wilderness or place for beasts for his game of hunting. In which place, (by God's just judgement) his second son Richard was killed by a Deer, his son K. William Rusus killed for a Deer, & Henry his grandchild struck into the jaws with a bough, and hanged so, till he was found dead. Neverthlesse, he built many Abbeys, Priories, Garrisons, Houses, and Caslles; amongst the which, the Tower of London was one: He died at Roan 1087 September 9 he was not only robbed and rifted of all his goods and Kingly ornaments and riches, but barbarously stripped and left naked on the floor, not having any one to attend his carcase, but for saken of all. Such is the frailty and misery of earthly greatness. Lastly, he had much ado to get a grave, which in the end (with great difficulty) was purchased for him at Cane in Normandy.    

WILLIAM THE IJ, Surnamed RUFUS, KING OF ENGLAND And DUKE OF NORMANDY.  

What my triumphant Father won, I held,  
I peeled & polled this Kingdom more than he,  
Great Tributes from my people I compelled:  
No place in Church or Commonwealth was free,  
But always those that would give most to me,  
Obtained their purpose being wrong or right.  
The Clergy I enforced to agree,  
To sell Church-plate and Chalices outright.  
Until at last (by the Almighty's might)  
My Kingly power and force was forceless made,  
My glorious pomp that seemed t'eclips men's sight,  
Did vanish by a glance, by chance, and fade:   

For hunting in new-forrest (void of fear)  
A Subject flew me shooting at Decree.   

Anno 1087. September 26. being Sunday.  
William the second, surnamed Rufus (by ●● son of his ruddy or red colour) was crowned at Westminster, by Lanfrank, Archbishop of Can●●terbury his elder brother Robert being Duke ●● Normandy, who likewise claimed the Crown, ●● he was pacified with the mediation of the friends ●● William, and the promise of 3000 marks a year ● Robert departed this Land, after is had been ●● wasted with their contentions. Then, after little breathing time, the Welsh arose in Arms, and Malcolme King of Scots Invaded England burning and spolying as fare as Chester. ●● soon as the peace was made betwixt the King William and Malcolme, the two brothers William and Robert sell at odds again, and again are appeased. After that, Malcolme King of Sco●●● made an inroad into England again, whom Ro●bert Mowbray Earl of Northumberland (ly●● in ambush) suddenly slew; in which action, Edw●● King malcolm's son, likewise was slain. Af●● which, the third time, the 2 brothers, Robert ●● William, sell again at variance, and after ●● trouble, are again reconciled. Then Duke Robert●● goeth to jerusalem and conquers it. In the year 1099. the Schism began, there being 2 Popes, ● at Rome, the other at Auigniou in France. The K. William was as valiant a prince as the war● yielded, and a great opposer of the indirect cours●● the see of Rome. Many fearful things happened in his reign; as earthquakes, dreadful lightning and Apparitions, Blazing Comets in stranger gures, Inundations, & Deluges to the destruction is people, and much land overwhelmed with the●neuer to be recovered: amongst the which, ●● goodwin's lands were drowned, and are now c●●● Goodwin sands. At Finchamsted in Barkin● there was a Well of blood, which flowed 15 days When this King had reigned near 13 years, he was unfortunately slain by a French Knight, St Water Tirrell, and brought to Winchester in a Colliers' cart, and there buried, Anno 1100, Ang●●●.    

HENRY THE FIRST, Surnamed BEAUCLARKE, KING OF ENGLAND, And DUKE OF NORMANDY.  

MY Father and my Brother Kings, both gone,  
With acclamations Royal I was crowned:  
Haddit having gained the Sceptre and the Throne,  
I with the name of Beauclarke was renowned:  
The English Laws long lost, I did refound,  
False weights and measures I corrected true,  
The power of Wales in fight I did confound,  
And Normandy my valour did subdue.  
Yet I unmindful whence these glories grew,  
My eldest Brother Robert did surprise,  
Detained him, and usurped his Royal due,  
And most, vnnat'rally plucked out his eyes,   

Kings live like Gods, but yet like men they die,  
All must pay Nature's due, and to did I.   

Anno 1100. August I, Wednesday.  
Henry the I, a Prince of incomparable wisdom & learning, for which endowments he was surnamed Beauclark, he mollified the seventty of his Father and brother laws, he cashiered and punished all flatrers & parasites from his Court; but his elder brother Robert, Duke of Normandy, hearing of the death of his brother Rufus, makes haste from is Conquest and Kingdom of jerusalem, (if he had pleased) and coming into England, landed at Portsmouth, claiming the Crown; but by advice of the Nobles on either part it was agreed, that King Henry should pay unto Duke Robert 3000 marks yearly; but by the instigation of some discontented persons, the two brothers disagree again: and in the fift year of King Henry, Duke Robert landed in England again; then there was a ●ayned peace made between them, which in the 7 year of this king was broken, and in the 8 year, King Henry took his brother, Duke Robert, and caused his eyes to be put out, Thus, just the same day forty years, that the Duke of Normandy conquered England, that very day did this Henry the first King of England conquer Normandy. Henry,,,,,,,,,,, the fourth Emperor of Germany married Maude the Daughter of king Henry. This King was the first thai ordained the High court of Parliament. In the year 1020. Prince William, the son of king Henry, of the age of 17, crossing the Seas from France towards England, with his wife, the Duke of Anious daughter, and his sister Maud, the Lady Lucy a Niece of the Kings, the Earl of Chester, with diverse other Noblemen, Ladies and others, to the number of 160, were all most miserably drowned, not any of them saved but a poor Butcher. The king having no children left, but his daughter Maude the Empress. The Emperor her Husband being dead, she came into England, (to whom the king her father) caused his Nobles to swear allegiance as to his lawful heir after his decease, which Empress after was married to jeffrie Plantagenet Earl of Anjou. The King after many troubles with the French, Welsh, Scots and Englsih, with foreign and Civil wars, unfortunate and untimely loss of children and friends, after 35 years reigns, he died at Saint Dennis in Normandy, whose corpses were brought into England and buried at Reding, 1135.    

STEPHEN, KING OF ENGLAND, AND DUKE OF NORMANDY,  

BY wrested Titles and usurping claim,  
Through storms & tempests of tumultuous wars,  
The Crown (my fairest mark and foulest aim)  
I won and wore, beleaguered round with jars.  
The English, Scots and Normans all prepares  
Their powers, exposing to oppose my powers,  
Whilst this land ladeo and overwhelmed with cares,  
Fndures, whilst war, woe, want and death devours.  
But as years, months, weeks, days decline by hours,  
Hours into minutes, minutes into nought:  
My painful pomp decayed like fading flowers,  
And unto nought was my Ambition brought.   

Thus is the state of transitory things:  
there's nothing can be permanent with Kings.   

Anno 1135. December 26. Monday.  
On Saint Stephen's day, Stephen Earl of Mortaigue and Bulloyne, the Son of Stephen E●●● Bloys and Champain, was crowned at Westminster by William corbel Archbishop of Canterbury, tak● Government upon him usurpingly, compare to his ●● made to King Henry the I, in the behalf of Maudth ' Empress, for the which his whole reign was full of como● all troubles. For the Empress claiming her right, great parties were taken on each side: the King had on his part his brother Henry. Bishop of Winchester, William Archbishop of Canterbury, Roger, Bishop of Salisbury, Hugh Bigott late Lord Steward to King Henry the first. On the Empress' part were Robert, Earl of Gloucester her half brother, David, King of Scotland, Owen and Cadwallader, sent to Griffith ap Co●●, Prince of Wa es; and in Normandy, Geoffrey, the Empress' Husband made havoc in the right of his ●●●● in which space the King was dangerously sicks, recovered, and went into Normandy, appeasing the tumults, and leaving his Son Eustace Duke there, makes league with France, buys his peace with the Empress for 5000 marks yearly, and returns into England: after which David King of Scotland, with his valiant Son Pre●● Henry, wasted and spoilt call the North parts of England, till by Thurstane, Archbishop of York, and Ralp● Bishop of Durham, He was ●●●● and discomfited: In ● me and space, K. Stephen in diverse parts of this Kingdom was victortous, chase and killing many of those but a●●●● posed him, enforcing Robert, Earl of Gloucester, to ●●● into France, ●●whilst Stephen in England ●●●● ●●●●● and Castles. After in a great ●●●● the King was ●●●● at Lincoln by th' Empress and committed ●●●● Bristol Castle: but the Nobility distastins the ●●●● strict government, fell off from her to King Stephen's ●● again. In these broils more the ●●●● Char●●●● burnt in Winchester with almost the wha●●●●● med to ashes. In the end Robert, Eearle of Gloucester was taken prisoner, and exchanged for King Stephen● the wars more and more increasing; till at last, ●●●● mercy looking on this miserable Land, was pleased ●●●● Stephen should ordain Henry the Empress' form Sonnets Hetre, after him, upon which conditions peace ●●●● blished. The King aged at Dover, and was buried at Feversham, October 25, 1154. having reigned ●●●● all vexation near 19 years.    

HENRY THE SECOND, KING OF ENGLAND, DUKE OF NORMANDY, Guienne and Aquitaine, etc.  

TO th'empress Maud I was undoubted Heir,  
And in her Right, my Title being just,  
By justice I obtained the Regal Chair.  
Fair Rosamond I soiled with soul lust,  
For which Heavens justice (hating deeds unjust)  
Stirred up my Wife and Sons to be my foes:  
Who sought to lay my Glory in the dust  
And he med me round with cruel wars and woes.  
They poisoned my sweet beauteous tainted ●●  
By Isabella's device my furious Queen;  
My very bowels against me did oppose:  
Such fruit hath lust, such force hath iealons spleen.   

My cursed cross●s made me curse my birth,  
With her I lived, reigned, died, and armed to earth.   

Anno ●●●●●●●●●●●●  
   

RICHARD THE FIRST, Surnamed CVER DE LYON, KING OF ENGLAND, DUKE OF NORMANDY, Guienne and Aquitaine, etc.  

THrough my Creator's mercy and his might,  
jerusalem! conquered and set free,  
False misbelieving jews, and Turkish spite,  
From jury force perforce I forced to flee.  
The Realm of Cypress was subdued by me.  
Su●ha trembled at my prowess bold.  
King Tanered bought his peace, and did agree,  
And paid me threescore ounces of fine gold:  
Whilst I abroad won Honour manifold,  
Aspiring john (my brother) vexed my Realm.  
In Austria I was ta'en, and laid in hold:  
Thus noods of grief each way me over whelm.   

At last I home returned, my ransom paid,  
My earthly glory in a Grave was laid.   

Anoo 1189 july, 6, Thursday.  
Richard the first, (surnamed Cuer De Lion, or Lion's Heart, was crowned at Westminster by Baldwin, Archbishop of Canterbury; Shortly after his Co●●●tion, he sold and pawned lands, and gathering a great sum of 1100000●. he left England in the guidance of William Longchamp Bishop of Ely, (the Pope's Legate, and Lord Chancellor of England) William king of Scotla'd being in amity with King Richard: this king sailed in France, with whom the French K. Philip went with their armies toward the holy Land in their voyage, they touched the kingdom of Sicilia, where Tancred the usurping King of that Country gave king Richard 6000. ounces of ● (I know not whether it was for love or fear) He sailed from thence, and in a Tempest his Navy was dispersed, and fo● wracked near the I'll of Cyprus, whom lsakius the by courteous King of that kingdom would not harbour unlieve; but contrarily pillaged and abused. king Richard and enraged, landed, conquered Cyprus, carrying the king and his daughter away prisoners, leaving the kingdoms uds ●● two trusty Viceryes; he put again to Sea, bit ●●●●● number more than 300, he met with a great Arg●●●●●●● the Saracens with 1500 men in her, and fur●●● munition, and victuals, for their friends at Acon, ● Argosy the King took, after he sailed to Acon, ● ciently called Ptol omais) which City he likewise conquered (Philip king of France being with him) and ●●●med 1500 Christians that were there in bondage. The king of France (weary, or ennious of King Richard's ●● rises) returned home; In the mean time, Earl john King's brother, drives the proud governing Bishop of E● out of his government, and this kingdom. T●●●●●●● King Richard fortified Ascalon, marched before Ien●● lem, fought with the Salladine, & took 7000 C●●●●● other beasts, killing the Infidels in heaps. At last, ●●● Duke of Burgundy forsakes the wars, whereby th●●● was enforced to come to truce with the Saladine, for ●●●● years. He returning in disguise like a March●●, ●● discovered and taken by Leopoldus Duke of Austria, ● the Emperor took him from him. In the meant space, ●●● the King's brother useth all the foul play he c 〈…〉 Crown. After 15 months imprisonment, the king ● released, paying a great Ransom: be landed in England was crowned again at Winchester, for gave his brother john, sailed into Normandy against his mortal e●●●● the King of France, who fled from the siege of Vernoy●● so soene as he heard of Richard's coming; yet new●●●● arose between them, wherein King Richard was●●● Victorius. Lastly, at the battle of guysor's 1192 after ●●●● sion, he was most infortunately slain, at the siege of ●●●● named Chaluz, with an Arrow the 6 of April, 119●● having reigned nobly and prosperously near 10 year.    

JOHN, KING OF ENGLAND, DUKE OF NORMANDY, Guienne and Aquitaine, LORD OF IRELAND, etc.  

Romes' mighty mitred Metropolitan  
I did oppose, and was by him deposed:  
He turned this cursed blessings to his ban,  
And caused me round to be with cares enclosed,  
The English and the Normans me opposed,  
And Lewis of France my Kingdom did molest,  
Whilst I to all these miseries exposed,  
Consumed my Kingly days in restless rest.  
At last the Pope was pleased, and I reblest:  
Peace was obtained, proclaimed, I re-inthroaned.  
This was my reign with woes oppressed and pressed,  
Blessed cursed, friends, foes, divided and aroned.   

And after seventeen years were gone and passed,  
At Swinsted poisoned, there I drank my last.   

Anno 1199, April 6, Tuesday.  
Iohn ●●●●stly intruded the Crown, it being by right his nephew arthur's, who was son to jeffry Duke of Britain, john's eldest brother) howsoever john was crowned on the 6 of May at Westminster by Hubert, Archbishop of Canterbury; but after a false reconciliation betwixt Philip King of France, john, king of England, and Arthur, ' Duke of Britain, the said Duke Arthur was murdered: some Authors (in malice) taxing king john with the murder, and some Writers altogether clearing him. Hoasoever he had not one quiet day in his whole-Reigne; his Principalities in France seized only the French, Wales in combustion, Ireland in uproar, Scotland preparing against him, England all in confusion, defender and hurly-burly, the King, the Peers, the Prelates and Commons at perpetual divisioens. The Pope of Rome thunders out his Excommunications against the King and all that obeyed him, and interacts the whole Realm: So that for three years no Church was opened either for God's Service to be exercised, or Sacraments administered. There was no Christian burial allowed to any, but the Carcases of the dead were barbarously laid in unhallowed places, or cast like dogs into ditches: yet all this time many of the English Nobility loyally served their Sovereign, mangre the Papal Anathemizing. The King went into Ireland, and finding it shattered into contentions, fractures; joins, and unites it again, and returns into England: When suddenly Lewilyn Prince of North-wales (who had married King john's daughter) invades the Marches of England; but Lewilyn was soiled, and Wales conquered. But in the year 1211, the Popes set all curse began to fall heavy upon king john, which curse also made many great: Lords and other to far from the King; nevertheless, (Scotland being in contention by a Traitor that claimed the Crown there, ●●● Gothred) King John went thither, & aided his friend K. William, and in that expedition set all in good peace, & taking the Traitor Gothred, caused him to be hanged; The Pope very liberally gave the kingdom of England to Phil. of France, An. 1112. More than 3000 people were burned & drowned on & under London bridge in the space of 4 years, King John made his peace with the Pope, surrendered his Crown to Pandulphus the Legate, & for money and good words was blessed, and had his Crown again. Philip of France attempts England's invasion, his Fleet is beaten, discontented, sunk, scattered, taken by king john. Lewis the Dolphin of France landed at Sarawich with 650 ships, came to London, and took oaths of Allegiance of the Barons and Citizens in Paul's: yet at last, Lewis it forsaken of the English Lords, yet holds possessions here. King john being thus freed from Invasion and Foreign assaults, was assaulted with poison by a Monk in Swinsted Abbey; having reigned more powerful than fortunate 17 years, 5 months and odd days, was interred at Worcester.    

HENRY THE THIRD, KING OF ENGLAND, LORD OF JRELAND, DUKE OF NORMANDY, G●●en and Aquitaine, etc.  

IN toil and trouble midst contentions broils,  
●● said the Sceptre of this famous land,  
Then being greedy wasted with the spoils  
Which ●●●● I made with his French furious band:  
But I with Peers and people bravely manned,  
Repald, repulsed, expa●st insulting foes.  
My ●●●ons did my Sovereignty withstand,  
And wrap them●● and me in wars and woes:  
But in each Battle none but I did lose,  
I lost my Subject's lines on every side:  
(From Civil wars no better gaining grows)  
Friends, foes, my people all, that fought or died.   

My gains was loss, my pleasure was my pain,  
These were the triumphs of my troublous reign.   

Anno 1216, October 19, Wednesday.  
Henry the third, the eldest son of King joha, and Isabel, which was the daughter of Aym●r Earl of A●golesme; Thus Henry was borne at Winchester, ●● first crowned at Gloucester, by Peter, Bishop of Winchester, & josseline Bishop of Bath and after agyeman with his Lords, he was again crowns at Westminster by Stephen Langton, Archbishop of Conterbury, ●● Whitsanday, God (in mercy) looks gentle 〈…〉 calamities that this woeful Land pressed by foreign wars and civil discord. It all turned to a happy ●●●● betwixt the King and his Lords, which continued a long time. Gualo the Pope's Legate, the Bishop of Winchester, William Martial Earl of Pombroke being the protector of the King's Realm (the King ●●●●●●●●●● old) by whose good government. Lewts the ●●●●●● of France, with all his French Armies were exp●●ed out of the kingdom. The King forg●●e all of the La●●●● the had taken part with Lewis but he made the Clerg●●● great sins. Alexander the King of Scotland, was married to the Leaytane sister to King Henry, at which misiery Dragon's were●●●●●●●●●●●●●● the ●●●●●● coun●●●●● fellow said he ●●● jesus Christ, sheving the marks ●●● were of Nails in his hands & feet, ●er the which bla●●●● my bewa● Crucified at a place called Atterbury near the Town of Banbury. Some say he was 〈…〉 two walls and started at Cathnes in Scotland. The Bishop did excem 〈…〉 the people, because they would ●● pay their Tithes, for the which they burned the Bishop alive for reward of which wicked act, their King caused 400. of the chief offenders to be ●arged, golded ●●●●●●● dr●● and put the Earl from his Earledoms, john, King of jerusclem, came into England to ●raue ●● de●●f King Henry, But the King was so busied here, that he co●al●● aid him. K. Henry with a great Arm: went into Britain against Lewis, King of France, and spoilt the C●●●● mighty; till at last, a Peace was concluded. The Emperor Fred●rick married the Lady Isabella the King ●●●●. Eig●●●● jews' were hanged for cru●●ring a ●●●●dre Lincoln. Richard Earl of Cornwall (the Kings●●● there) was made King of the Romans. The King l●●●●●●●● lands in France, except the Duchy of Aquitaine; Wales was in insurrection, Ireland in rebellion, England in a hurty-burly, ●●stoy all Division betwixt the King and his ●●● Lords, Anno 1233. 5 Suns were ●e●u 〈…〉 ●●●●●● in the East, one in the West, one in the South, ●● in the North ●●●●● the fifth in the m●●st of the firmament, The King entertains Poictovines out of France, and gives them places of great honour in Court and ●●●●●●● which made the English Barons raise At●●● agan●●●● King. The Earl of Leicester and Gloucester ●●●●the King of England in the battle at Lewes. The Lord Chief iustue●●●'d in Westminster-●●●; ●●●●●, after all these ones, the King died in peace, having reigned 56 years, ●●● buried at Westminster. 127●.    

EDWARD THE FIRST, KING OF ENGLAND, LORD OF IRELAND, DUKE OF AQVITAINE, etc.  

MY Victories, my Valour, and my strength,  
My actions, and my neuer-conquered name,  
●ere spread throughout the world in breadth & length  
●● mortal deeds, I want immortal Fame.  
●●ebellious Wales I finally did tame,  
●● made them Vassals to my princely Son:  
●●red Scotland fierce with Sword and Flame,  
●●d almost all that Kingdom overrun.  
●●ll where I fought, triumphantly I won,  
through Blood and Death my glory I obtained:  
●● in the end, when all my Acts were done,  
●● Sepulchre was all the game I gained.   

For though great Kings contend for earthly sway,  
Death binds them to the peace and parts the fray.   

An. Dom. 1272. November, Wednesday.  
Edward the first was 35 years old when he began to reign, but at the death of his Father, he was in wars in the Holy L●●d against the Saracens: So that he returned not home till the next year, a stime he was crowned the 14 day of December: in the second year of his reign, the ●●●●mins●ty of ●●● Corollaceous performed by Robert K●lwarby Ar●●●●●● of Canterbury) at Westminster. Thus King brought Wales wholly unto subsection to the crown of England, he effect ●●●● peace, be caused all concentred judges and Officers of Note to be must exemplertly p●●n●●ea, with sins, ●● prizeman: and bantshment. A Navy of 60 English, s●●ps ou●●●ams and took 800 ships of France, An. 1293. Sir William Wallace A Noble va●●●ant Sco●) a●d warr● upon King Edward, and in the service of his Country, did much ●●●●●● to England. The King ca●●● this Son Edward being an in●●rt) to be the first Prince of Wales that was of to● English blood. Since when all the Kings of England's elaest Sons are by right Princes of Wales. 284 jews were executed for tempts, of the King's coin. An 1280. King Edward caused Bay●trds Castle to be buils in London, (now the mansion house of the Right Honourable Earl of Pemb●●●●.) In the 15 years of this king's reign, Wheat was sold for 3d the B●she● and the next year, being 1288, it was sold for 18d the Bush●● which in those d●●ies was accounted a great price; but after; as long as The King lived, the price came to 5● the Bashell. King Edward's Armi●●●ew 70000 of the Scots, in one day as the ●●tt●k of Fau●●rke. Sir William Wallace was betrayed, taken and brought out of Scotland, and executed in Smithfield, has head being set on London Bridge, and his quarters sent into Scotland: yes be is by ●●●●● men had in Honourable remembrance. The wars ●●● so set in this King's reign, betwixt him and the Scots, that (as ●enerall times) there were more than 130000 men slain on both parts: yet amongst all our English Kings that past before him, Edward was not inferior today, he was religious, valiant, victorious, wise, affable, of a comely Ma●estmall Aspect and proportion: he had two wives, the first was Eleanor, daughter to Ferdinand the third King of Castille, the second was Margaret, daughter to Philip surnamed Hardy) King of France, by them he had 4 Sons, and 10 Daughters, be reigned near 35 years, and was buried at Westminster, 1307. July, 7.    

EDWARD, THE TWO, KING OF ENGLAND, LORD OF IRELAND, DUKE OF AQVITAINE, etc.  

Soon after was my father's corpse interred  
Whilst Fate and Fortune did on me attend:  
And to the Royal Throne I was preferred,  
With A●e Caesar, every knee did bend,  
But all these fickle joys did fading end,  
Peirce Gaveston to thee my love combined:  
My friendship to thee scarce left me a friend,  
But made my Queen, Peers, People, all unkind,  
I tortured, both in body and in mind,  
Was vanquished by the Scots at Bannocki Rourne,  
And I enfor'cd b flight some safety find,  
Yet taken by my Wife at my return,   

A red-hot Spit my Bowels through did gore,  
Such misery, no slave endured more.   

Anno Dom. 1307, july 8.  
Edward the second, surnamed Carnarvan, ●… cause he was born at Carnarvan Castle is Wales was crowned at Westminster by the hands of William Bishop of Winchester, (deputy for Robert Archbishop of Canterbury, then absent in exile) ●● 24 of February next following. He was much ●●●●cted to follow the advice and counsel of light ●●●● which caused the Nobility to rebel against him ●●● at the first he overcame them, and took. Thomas Earl of Lancaster (a Peers of the blood) their chief Leader, & fate in judgement himself on him at Pomfret, where the Earl had judgement given against him to be drawn, for is Treason, for his murder spoil, burning & robberies to be hanged, and for his shameful flying away, to be beheaded; but because ●●● was of the King's kindred, he was only beheaded, ●●● the last such of the Barons as had escaped (& ●●● the Mortimers) with the help of the Queen ●●● the young Prince, (than come out of France newly) took the King and imprisoned him; never ●●● kingdom in more ●●sery than this Kings ●●● for his immoderate love to Peirce Gau●●●● (a mean Gentleman of France) was the cause of the Kings and has own destruction, with the ●●● calamity of the ●●●●● kingdom. This Gaveston ●●● banished hence by the King's father, & was in ●●● times exiled but at his third ●●●rne, Guy ●●● Watwick, took him, & in Warwick Castle ●●● his head to be snore off; which so enraged the ●●●●●●●●ing King that be vowed revenge upon all ●●● Lords & others who were the causers of Gauest● death: in the mean space Robert Bruce, King Scots, gave King Edward a mighty ouer●●● place called Bannocksbourne, where the English ●●● their confederates, Hollanders, Brabanders, ●●● lander, Flemings, Picards, Gascognes', ●●● man's, Poloiners, were in number; ooooo ●●● foot; yet were discomfited with the loss of 5000 ●●● the King in great danger to be taken; famine foul and pestilence at once afflicted England, so that ●●● ple did eat one another halfe-alive, and the ●●● scarce able to bury the deed. The King prepares for revenge against his Lords for Gaveston, ●●● Hugh Dispenser, from mean estate, to be ●●● Chamberlain. The King caused 2● of his ●●● suffer death diverse ●●●●●●. He makes a second ●●● against Scotland, & ●●●● again with great ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●. This was the miserable ●●● this King, who was deposed, the Spencers ●●● Edward reigned 19 years 7 months and 17 days.    

EDWARD THE IIJ, KING OF ENGLAND, And FRANCE, LORD OF IRELAND,  

IN Peace and War, my Stars auspicious stood,  
False Fortune steadfast held her wavering wheel;  
I did revenge my Fathers butchered blood,  
I forced France my furious force to feel:  
I warred on Scotland with triumphing Steel,  
Afflicting them with slaughtering Sword and Fire:  
That Kingdom then divided needs must reel:  
Betwixt the Bruces and the Balliols' ire:  
Thus daily still my glory mounted higher,  
With black Prince Edward my victorious Son,  
Unto the top of honour we alpire,  
By manly Princely, worthy actions done.   

But all my Triumphs, fortunes, strength and force,  
Age brought to death, & death turned to a Coarse.   

Anno 1327, january 25, Saturday.  
Edward the 3 being borne at Windsor, being 15 years old, was crowned by Walter Reignolds, Arcbishop of Canterbury ● in his 2 year, Edward his Father was murdered; The Court in those days, was seldom without a vipen, for as Gaveston was the forerunner of the Spencers in ambition, rapine, pride, and confusion. So the Spencers were the ushers of the Mortimers intollarable aspiring covetousness and destruction, and which was most insupportable, there were for all most 20 year's space, the plagues and desolation of the King and kingdoms. After great coutentions were betwixt the 2 Realms of England and Scotland, a peace was concluded, and David-le Bruce the young Prince of Scotland, was married to jane, King Edward the 3 sister. K. Edward married with the Lady Philip, daughter to the Earl of Henault at York, with whom she lived 42 years. She sounded Queen's College in Oxford: She was mother to that mirror of manhood, and st●●●● of Chiu●● it, Edward, surnamed the black Prince. There was a dreadful battle sought at Hallidon hill, in which were slain, 8 Earls, 80 Knights and Baroness, and 35000 Common soldiers on the Scots side, the losses on the English side through the parciality of Writers were not set down. About the 12 years of this King's reign, a quarter of Wheat was sold for 28, an Ox 6d a Geose 2d, a fat Sheep 6d, fix Pigeons and a fat Pig for 2d. The King claimed the Crown of France, and with 200 ships sought with 300 French ships, and flew 33000 of the French. This King first instituted the Honourable Order of the Garter at Windsor, there being always 26 in number.) The King sought the battle of Cressie in France, wherein was slain the King of Bohemia, with 10 Princes, 80 Knights Baroness and 1200 Knights, with 330000 Common Soldiers. The King made 4 inroads into Scotland with great armies, and was still victorious. Anno 1338, the arms of France were quartered with the arms of England: the King prepared a great army against France, and on the Sea, near Sluice in Flanders, he vanquished 400 French ships, with the loss of 30000 of their men. Then was France taken or half a year: the wars again renewing, King Edward besieged Calais, and ●ocke it An. 1347: David, King of Scotland was taken prisoner by one john Copland, an Esquire of the North. At the battle of Potiers, Edward the black Prince of Wales had a glorious victory, for there he ●ocke, King john of France, with his Son Philip the Dolphin prisoners. There were slain of the French. 52 Neblemen, 1700 Knights and Esquires, and 600 Common men. 100 Ensigns and many men of note taken prisoners, David, King of Scots was set at liberty, having been a prisoner 11 years, paying 100000 marks st●●●ing. john K. of France, after 4 years imprisonment, set free, paying 1000000 ●. for his ransom. Finally, never was English King more triumphant and fortunate, in war, in the fruition of a virtuous Queen, 7 sons and daughters, a glorious and long reign of 50 years, buried at Sheen, Anno Domini, 1378.    

RICHARD THE IJ, KING OF ENGLAND, And FRANCE, LORD OF IRELAND, etc.  

A Sunshine Morn, precedes a showry day,  
A Calm at Sea ofttimes foreruns a storm:  
All is not gold that seems so glistering gay;  
Fowl Vice is fairest features Cankerworm,  
So I that was of blood, descent and form,  
The perfect image of a Royal Stock,  
Unseasoned young advice did me deform,  
Split all my hopes against despairs black rock,  
My Regal name and power was made a mock,  
My Subjects madly in rebellion rose,  
Mischief on mischief all in troops did flock,  
Opposed, deposed, exposed, enclosed in woes,   

With wavering fortunes troublously I ranged,  
Slain by soul mur there, peace and rest I gained.   

Anno Dom. 1377 June 21 Sunday.  
Richard the second borne as Bordeaux, the ●●●●● nate Grandebilde, and son of the two 〈…〉 and Paragons of Arms and all Noble virtues, Edward the third, and his everfamous son Edward the ●●●●● Prince, was crowned at Westminster by the 〈…〉 mond Sudbury Archbishop of Canterbury, the K●●● being but 11 years old. The glory of the English N●●● was in a continual Eclipse the most part of this K●●g●●● his youth with all the frailties incident vn●●●●, with ●●●● governor's both of his Kingdom and person, 〈…〉 main Ruins of the King & almost the Realm The 〈…〉 of his fortunes after his Coronation was, that 50 French ships landed at Rye in Suffex, who burned and spoilt the Town, and diverse other parts of the kingdom; and ●●● Alexander Ramsey, (a valiant Scottish Gentlemen) with but 40 men withhim, took the Castle of Berwick, which the Earl of Northumberland man from him ●●●● with a great number. The French did so far prevail ●●●●● they came to Granesend, and burnt and rifled it: T●●● Comment arose in rebellion in diverse places, as Kent, ●●●● sex, Surrie, Suffolk, Norfolk, Cambridge, the K●●●● men (being 50000) came to London, where the ●●●● cammitted many outrages, under the cemman●● of ●●●●● solent rebels, What Tyler, and jack Sraw, who ●●●●● mated to that mischief by one john Ball: an●●●●●● priest) but Tyler was killed by the famous Sir William Walworth Lord Mayor of London, the rebele dispe●●●●, jack Staw and Ball the Priest extented, the Com●●●● pardoned, and all at peace for a short time: These Bascalls had beheaded Sinon Tibald Archbishop of Canterbury●● and Sir Robert Hales Lord Treasurer of England ●●● burnt and spoylea the Sahoy, the like they had ●●● Lanibeth, destroying all the Rolls and Record of ●●●●● Chancery. john of Gaunt Duke of Lancaster, the King uncle, was accused for Treason by a Carmilite Friar ●●●● the Friar was cruelly murdered and the Duke (suspici●●●● cleared. Barwick was won again by the Scots, ●●●● again recovered by the Earl of Northumberland. The French prepare a great Navy and Army, purpa ●●●● invade England; King Richard raiseth a ●●●●● intending to conquer Scotland, all which desig●●●●● neither good or profitable events. 1386 mischief and ●● serie (having sat long abroad) began to batch, the ●●●●● insulting on the one side, and the people rebellious ●●● other, did Bandy the regal power in to hazard. The Scott enter England under the command of the valiant Sir William Douglas, and are met and ●●●● tread by the Right Noble Lord, Henry Hotspur: Dowglasle was stain, and Hotspur taking Ireland: rebelled the King went thither in person, and lest England, the whilst he bring forced to surrender himself, but Crow●●● and kingdom to his kinsman. Henry Bullingbrooke, Son to john of Gaunt Duke of Lancaster, 1400.    

HENRY THE IV, KING OF ENGLAND, And FRANCE, LORD OF IRELAND, etc.  

FRom right (wrong-doing) Richard I did wrest  
His Crown misguided, but on me misplaced:  
Uncivil Civil wars my Realm molest,  
And English men did England spoil and waste.  
The Sire, the Son, the Son the Father chased,  
Undutiful, unkind, unnatural,  
Both York and Lancaster were raised and razed,  
As Conquest did to either Faction fall.  
But still I gripped the Sceptre and the Ball,  
And what by wrong I won, by might I wore:  
For Prince of Wales I did my Son install,  
But as my Martial Fame grew more and more,   

By fatal Fate my vital thread was cut:  
And all my Greatness in a grave was put.   

Anno Dom. 1399, September 19, Monday.  
Crowns misplaced on unrightful heads, are commonly lined with perdurable cares and vexation, as appeared in the lines and reigns of Rusus, Henry the first, Stehpen, john; and now this King Henry the fourth, who (though he were minion of Fortune, the Darling of the peolpe, & every way a complete Noble Prince; yet was his usurpation still attended with dangerous molestations; he was crowned at Westminster by Thomas Arundel Arbhishop of Canterbury; he was scarce warm in his seat, before the Dukes of Exeter, Aumerie & Surry, with the Earls of Gloucester and Salisbury conspired to kill him, and to raise King Richard again; but their plot was discovered and satisfied with the loss of there heads. shortly after, king Richard the 2 was starved to death some say murdered) at Pomfret castle. in short time after the Princes of English poets, jeffry Chaucer and john Cower died; all those Noble men, who either fovored king Richard, or were raised by him, were degraded, disinherited, or out of King or courrtly favour. The French in Aquitaine, intent rebellion against K. Henry, but are pacified by Tho: Percy, Earl of Worcester. The Welsh rebel (under the command of their captain, Own Glendowre, and the king went thither in person, and with loss and danger quieted them, An. 1403 the terrible battle of Shrewsbury was fought betwixt the King and the Earl of Worcester, the Earl Douglas, the Lord Henry Percy (alias) Hotspur, and others, where after a bloody trial, Percy was slain, buried, taken up again and quartered: the Earl of Worcester was beheaded, the Douglas taken, and the King victorious. Owen Glendowere again raiseth wars in Wales, and invades the Marches of England: & although king Richard the 2 be dead and buried, yet is he still sained to be alive, and by counterfeit impostures, King Henry was much molested 140 ships came out of France, arrived at Milford haven, to the aid of Owen Glendowre; the Earl of Northumberland rebelled with the Lord Bardolph, and were both taken & beheaded. Thus was king Henry's reign, a Majestical missery, a sovereignty of sorrow, and a regal power always attended with perplexity; so that having reigned 13 years 6 months wanting 5 days, he died the 20 of March 1413, and leaving 4 sons, 2 daughters, he was with all funeral and Royal solemnity interred at Canterbury.    

HENRY THE FIFTH, KING OF ENGLAND, And FRANCE, LORD OF IRELAND.  

FRom my jancastrian Sire successively,  
I England's glorious golden Garland gets  
I tempered justice with mild clemency,  
Much blood I shed, yet bloodshed loved not,  
Time my Sepulchre and my bones may not,  
But Time can never end my endless fame.  
Oblinion cannot my brave acts out blot,  
Or make Forgetfulness forget my name.  
I played all France at Tennis such a game,  
With roaring Rackets, bandied Balls and Foils:  
And what I played for, still I won te same,.  
Triumphantly transporting home the spoils.   

But in the end grim death my life assailed,  
And as I lined, I died, beloned, bewailed.   

Anno Dom. 1413. March 20, Sunday.  
Henry the 5, borne at Monmouth in Wales, about 28 years old when he began to reign, he was crowned at Westminster by the hands of Thomas Arundel Archbishop of Canterbury: and howsoever some Writers have imputed wildness and irregular courses so youth unto him; yet when he attained the Sceptre, he proved the mirror of Princes, and Paragon of the world (in that age:) He banished from his Court and presence all profane and lewd companions, and exiled from his ears, all flattering Parasites and Sycophants. In the 1 year of his reign, he prepared a great Army against France, an●●● Southampton (very happily) escaped murdering by the Treason of Richard, Earl of Cambridge, Henry, Lord Scroop, and Sir Thomas Grace Knight. Soon after, the King passed with 1500 sail into France, where he won the strong Tow●●●● Hatflew, and intending to march back with his ●● my toward Calais, he was near a place called Agincourt, encountrea by the whole power of France, where King Henry had a triumphant victories in which battle were slain many of the French Nobility, with 10000 common soldiers, & as many of them taken prisoners. The whole English Army (at that time) being not 10000, being wasted with the flux, famine, and other sicknesses, yet did they ●●●●●● more prisoners than they were themselves in number, & in all the battle lost not above 28 men. After which the King returned into England, and ●●●● was met with 400 Citizens, and magnificantly ●●● tertained into London. King Henry attributing all his conquests and victories to God. The E●●●●● Sigismond came into England, and entered leag●●● with King Henry; the Emperor's intent was to ●●● made a peace betwixt England, & France; but he could not accomplish it. The king passed into I ra●●● again, and won many Cities, Towns, C●●●●●● strong holds: in the end he married the Lady Katherine daughter to K. Charles of France, with when he came into England, and having crowned ●●●● Queen, be returned into I rance the third ●●● was in Paris proclaimed heir apparent to the Crown. Finally, he sickened and died at Boyses● Vincennois in France from whence his corpse ●● brought and buried at Westminster, I September, 1422.    

HENRY THE VI, KING OF ENGLAND, And FRANCE, LORD OF JRELAND.  

GReat England Mars (my Father being dead)  
I, not of years, or year; but eight months old:  
The Diadem was placed upon my head,  
In Royal Robes the Sceptre I did hold:  
But as th' Almighty's works are manifold,  
Too high for man's conceit to comprehend:  
In his eternal Register eurold  
My Birth, my troublous Life and tragic End.  
● 'Gainst me the house of York their force did bend,  
And Peers and People weltered in their gore:  
My Crown and Kingdom they from me did rend,  
Which I, my Sire, and Grandire kept and wore.   

Twice was I crowned uncrowned oft blessed, oft crossed,  
And lastly, murdered, life and Kingdom lost.   

Anno Dom. 1422, August 31, Monday.  
Henry the 6 born at Windsor, (the son of Henry the 5) was but 8 months old at the death of his father; so that by reason of his infancy, himself and kingdom were governed by his uncles, the Dukes of Bedford and Gloucester, An. 1419 November 6, the King was crowned first at Westminster by the hands of Henry Chichley Archbishop of Canterbury: he was again the second time crowned at Paris, the 7 of December 1431, by the Cardinals, of York and winchester's and returns into England the 11 day of February following. In these times France was in miserable perplexity, divided betwixt French and English in continual bloody wars, for the Dolphin Charles, made wars in sundry places; claiming the Crown; & the English won and lost towns and territories, as fortune found or frowned, till at last, by reason of the King: childhood in the beginning of his reign, his soft, mild, & gentle inclination in his ripe years, and his indisposition to marshal affairs (he being more sit for the Church than for chinalry, for prayer them for prowess, a man in all his actions more like a Saint, then to one that should wield a warlike sword or Royal Sceptre; being a most unfortunate Prince in all his worldly attempts: the Peers (in England) bandied factions against each other: the Duke of York claimed the Crown, the commons of Kent (under the leading of their captiain) lack Cade, being in number 50000, came to London: the Rebels murdered the Bishop of Sali bury, and beheaded the Lord Say at the standard in Cheap the King was taken prisoner by the Duke of York at the bartell of Saint Alban. the French with 15000 men landed at Sandwich, spoilt the Town & fired it stew the Mayor with all in authority there, and likewise having burnt and pillaged many other places in De●on●●●●shire and the West, they departed, Queen Margaret the wife to King Henry the 6, met the Duke of York with an Army, near Wakefield, where the victory, fell to the Queen, the Duke being slain with his son the Earl of Rutland, and many others. Thus for the space of 60 years, the three Kings Henry's, the 4,5, and 6, kept the Crown in the Lancastrian line: the house of York got the sovereignty: King Henry having reigned 38 years, ● months' & 4 days he was overcome by King Edward, at a place called Mortimers Cross near Ludlow, more of this unfortunate Prince shall be spoken in the reign of the next King Edward.    

EDWARD THE IIIJ, KING OF ENGLAND, And FRANCE, LORD OF IRELAND, etc.  

I York's great heir (by fell domestic War)  
Enthroned was, unkinged, and re-inthroaned:  
Subiecting quite the house of Lancaster,  
Whilst woeful England ouer-burthened, groaned:  
Old Sonless Sires, and Childless Mothers moaned,  
These bloody broils had lasted three score years,  
And till the time we were in peace attoaned,  
It walked fourscore of the royal Peers:  
But age and time all earthly things outweares,  
Through terrors, horrors, mischief and debate,  
By trult, by treason, by hopes, doubts and fears,  
I got, I kept, I left and Lost the State.   

Thus as disposing heavens do smile or frown,  
So Cares or Comforts wait upon a Crown.   

Edward the fourth was Earl of March, some and heir to Richard, Duke of York, son to Richard Earl of Cambridge, s●nto Edmund of langley; ●●● of York, 4 sento Edward the 3, King of England. This King (Edward the fourth) Was borne at Roan is Normandy: and in the year 1461, the 29 of june, hee●● crowned at Westminister, by the hands of Thomas Bourgchier, Arcbishop of Canterbury. Henry the fixed, having a great power in the Nor●●, was ●●● and encountered by King Edward near Towton on Palmssunday, where bet●●●xt the two Kings was fought a●●●● battle which continued ten hovers, in which cruel conflict, the English ground drank the sangkired ●●●● of ●●● 37000 of her natural englishmen: after, ●●●●●●●●●● as Hexam by the Lord Montracute, King Henry was again put to fight with great less be was afterward●●● disquided & caparisoned ●● the Tower of London. Edward new supposed all was well, his mind was on m●●ruj●, wherefore he sent Richard Nevil, (The great King ●● ker Exile of Warwich) into France, so treat forth Lady Bona (sister to the French Queen) but with mean space King Edward prou●ed himself man home, and was married to the Lady Elizabeth Grace ●●● match was so deslatefull to Warwick that he ●●●●●● falls off from King Edward; after which, he took the King Prisoner, but he escaping again, fled beyend the Saw. The Earl of Warwick took King Henry out of the T●●nt, and caused him again to be crowned: King Edward landed agains in England at Bornet s●ld (troth 〈…〉 London) his Army was met by the Earls of Warwick and Oxford, (King Henry being them again ●●●●●●● s●●er) where was fought a fierce battle, where Edward was Vector: the Earl of Warwick with ●●●● N●●●● men were slaint● and comment on each sides 10000 King Henry was again committed to the Tonre: Edward Prince of Wales, the son of Henry the first was●●● the battle of Tewxbury, & murdered by Richard, ●●● of Gloecether: Soon after the bastard Lord ●●● vaised an Army of 17000 men against King Edward but the bastard was soons suppressed and the most ●●●●● King Edward the fixed freed from his long●●● being murdered by the bloody hands of Richard, ●●● of Gloucester. The King b●●ing (through must ●●●) ●●● peacs, ●●● himself ●●●●●● jane Shore, (his Combine ●●● pleasures were mixed with grief for his ●●● George, Duke of Clarence, who was ●●● of Malmsey the Tower of London 1475. ●●● of Scotland, threatened was against England; Richard, Duke of Gloucester was some against the Scots, ●●●●●● king Edward ●●●, hane ●●● April 9, 1483, ●●● at Windsor    

EDWARD THE V, KING OF ENGLAND AND FRANCE, LORD OF IRELAND  

IF birth, if beauty, innocence and youth,  
Can make a Tyrant feel one spark of grace,  
My crooked Uncle had been moved to ruth,  
Beholding of my pitty-pleading face.  
But what avails to spring from roy all Race?  
What surety is in beauty, strength, or wit?  
What is command, might, eminence and place,  
When Treason lurks where Majesty doth sit?  
My hapless self had true false proof of it:  
Nipped in my bud, and blasted in my bloom:  
Depr●'d of life by murder, most unfit  
And for three Kingdoms could not have one tomb:   

Thus Treason all my glory overtopped,  
And ●●● the Fruit could spring, the Tree was lopped.   

Edward the fifth, borne in the Sanctuary at Westminster, Son of King Edward the fourth, began his short reign over the Real●●● of England, at the age of ●3 years; but ●●y the cunning dealing of Richard, ' Duke of Gloucester (his unnatural Uncle.) he was never crowned. ●●● young King, with his younger brother Richard Duke of York, was at London with his mother, and in the guidance of his Uncle by the mother's side, named Sir Anthony Wooduill Lord Rivers; but by the ●●● and crafty dealing of the Duke of Glouster, all the Queen kindred were removed from the King, and the Lord, Rivers sent from Northampton to Pomfret with others, whence they were imprisoned and beheaded. The protector (Richard) having the King in his keeping and power, his only ●yn●● was next, how to get into his hands ●●● person of Richard Duke of York (the King's brother) whom the Queen their mother kept close in the Sanctuary at Westminster, which Prince was gotten from the said Sanctuary by the ●● till plots and persuasion of the Lord protector, and the Duke of Buckingham. The poor innocent Lambs being as it were put into the greedy jaws of the Wolf (their ravenous Uncle) for safeguard and protection, and at the first approach of Richard, Duke of York, into his Uncle's presence, he was entertained in all seeming reverence with a judas kiss by his Uncle. The Duke of Buckingham was promised (by the Protector) for his trusty services to him, in helotry him (to the person of this Prince, and for his future services to aid him in his unlawsfull attaining the Crown of England) that Gloucesters' Son should be married to Buckingham's daughter, and netball, that Buckingham should have the Earldom of Hertford, with many other golden promises, which were never performed, but with the taking of Buckingham's head, (at sha●●●●● after specified) Now mischief began to 〈…〉; the Queen was accused of sorcery by the Potector; Hastings Lord Chamberlain was beheaded suddenly without either crime or ●●● in the Tower. Poor jane Shore, was also taken and carried to the Tower, her goods to the value of 3000 markes were seazedon, and confiscate to the use of the Protector. She was a woman having many good parts, and howsoever, by the command of King Edward the fourth, and her own fra●●●, she fell into ●●● with the King, ●●● she was ever inclined and did much good, and cannot be taxed in Histories for doing any man hurt. The King and his brother were both standred with bastard Duke of Gloucester was proclaimed King, which ●●● much modelly he refused, though he meant with all his ●●●●● to take it, Anno 1483.    

RICHARD THE IIJ, KING OF ENGLAND, And FRANCE, LORD OF IRELAND, etc.  

AMbition's like unto quenchless thirst:  
Ambition Angels threw from Heaven to Hell,  
Ambition (that infernal Hag) accursed,  
Ambitiously made me aspire, rebel:  
Ambition, that damned Necromantic Spell,  
Made me climb proud, with shame to tumble down.  
By bloody murder I did all expel,  
Whose right, or might, debarred me from the Crown.  
My smiles, my gifts, my favours, or my frown,  
Were feigned, corrupt, vile flattery, death and spite,  
By cruel Tyranny I got renown,  
Till Heaven just judge me justly did require.   

By blood I won, by blood I lost the throne.  
Detested lived; died; loved, bewailed of none.   

Anno 1483, June 22.  
Richard Duke of Gloucester, the 3 some of Richard Duke of York, the 3 Duke of Gloucester, and third of that name King of England, Is tyranny and usurpation, gripped the Sceptre of the kingdom; after he he had proclaimed his Nephew's Bastardy, his brother (the deceased) King Edward the fourth's scandal, and accused his own mother of adultery, making his way to the Regality, by the murder of his two innocent Nephews: which murder was committed by the bands of Sir james Tirrell Knight, and one Miles Forrest, and john Dighton, which villains murdered then in their bed, and buried them beneath a pair of stairs under an heap of stones, in the Town, and in that ledging which (in memory of that blank deed) is first named the bloody Tower; their bodies were taken: ● and again buried obscurely, no man knoweswhere. By these means having gotten the Goal, God ●●●●red his reign to be his perpetual sormen, ●●●●● without, and continual horrory within; the murderers had part of their payment in this world for Miles Fo●rest ●otted above ground piece meal in St martin's; Str james Tirrell was executed for treason on the Towrehill; Dighton lived a hatted miscreant both of God and man: the Duke of Buckingham (though innocent of dthe murder) yet he suppress the young Princes, and raised the Tyrant, and his end was the loss of his head at Salisbury. Shortly after, the Divine justice began to fall heavy upon King Richard, many of the Nobility and Gentry for forsook him, and fled into Britain in France to Henry, Earl of Richmond, who was the only heir to the English crown (of the Line of the house of Lancaster.) king Richard, in the dangers would have procured a most wicked safety by marrying the Lady Elizabeth, eldest daughter is his deceased brother, King Edward the fourth, the only inheritix of the house of York, & lawful heir to the Crown; but God's providence and the Lady's virtue with stood that incestuous match; shortly after Henry of Richmond arrived at Milford haven in Wales, where his Army increasing, met Richard at Redmere field, near Posworth, seven miles from Leicester, where Richard vahautly fight was slain, 1485, August 23, and was buried at Leycester.    

HENRY THE SEVEN, KING OF ENGLAND And FRANCE, LORD OF IRELAND.  

●Was the man (by God's high grace assigned)  
●That for this restless Kingdom purchased rest:  
●ork and Lancaster in one combined,  
●● sundered had each other long oppressed,  
●● strength and policy th'Almighty blessed.  
●● good success from first unto the last:  
●● high ●houab turned to the best,  
● orld of perils which my youth o'er past.  
●● white and red Rose I conjoined fast,  
osacred Marriages conjugal band:  
waiters tamed, and treason stood aghast  
●● strong guarded by my Maker's hand.   

●nglory and magnificence I reigned,  
And, fame, love, and a tomb was all I gained.   

Anno Dom. 1485, August 22, Monday.  
Henry (of that name the seventh) King of England, was Earl of Richmond, borne in Pembroke-Castle in Wales, son of Edmund of Hadham Earl of Richmond, Son of Owen Theodore, and Queen Katherine, the French King daughter, late wife to King Henry the sister; was crowned at Westminster, the 30 day of October by the bands of Thomas, Bourghchier Archbishop of Conterbury; this Prince was wise, valsant, and fortunate. Through many perals & hazards he had past his life, and attained the Royalty of England's throne, and with much prudence and mu●●●ble fortitude be governed this Land, Maugre many dangerous attempts and treacherom consp●acses plott●● against him; and his designs had such ausptcsous events, thus still he was victori●●● over surre●gne, cuall, and 〈…〉 troubles. One Lambest Simnei (a Baker's son) claimed the crowns, countersetting in●●●else to be Edward, Earl of Warwick, son of George Duke of Clarence. Some writ that. ●●e assumed to be one of king Edward, the fourthes' son, which was murdered in the Tower: (howsoever) Hambert got into Ireland, and in Christ Church: in Dublin, was crowned King of England and Ireland; he with an Army landed at Fowdrey in Lancashire, but King Henry met him, and at the battle of Stoke, he took him prisoner, pardoned him his life, and gave him a turnspits place in his kitchen, and after mave him one of his saulkners. Lambert was net long suppressed, but another of his stamp supphes his room of a rebellious imposture; Peter, or Perkin Warbeck, (the son of a jew) borne in Torney, claimed the Crown, by the counterfest style of Richard, Second son to King Edward the fourth, Perkin got into England, and after into Scotland, where ●●● prevailed, that he was married to the Lady Katherine Gordon, (the Earl of Huntleys' daughters) K. james, the fourth's kinsnman; the rebels in Kent were oven thwone, and their Captante the Lord Audley taken and beheaded. Perkin came out of Scotland, and moves the ●●● men to ayaes him. King Henry net, overcame and ●●●, and pardon' him another counterfest, a shoemakers son, named Ralph Milford, ●●● the Crown, and purchasted a balter. Perkin Warback Sica from the King, and again was taken and executed as Tyburnc. King Henry gave his daughter the Lady Margaret in ●●● to Iames ●●e fourth King of Scotland; Arthur (Prince of Wales) the eldest Son of Henry Married with the Lady Katherine, daughter to the King of Spain; but the Prince died ●●● after. The King gathered a ●●● mass of money, to the general grievance of the subjects; he had three font, Arthur Henry, & Edmund, and four daughters, Margaret, Elizabeth, Mary, and Katherine: reigned 23 years 8 months, died at Richmond, buried at Westminster in the most ●●● Chapel of his own building, 1508.    

HENRY THE VIIJ, KING OF ENGLAND, And FRANCE, LORD OF IRELAND  

TO both the Royal Houses I was Heir;  
I made but one, of long contending, twain:  
This realm divided drooping in despair,  
I did rebind in my auspicious Reign.  
I banished Romish Usurpation vain.  
In France I Bullen, Turwin, Turney Wan:  
The Style of Faith's Defender I did gain.  
Six wives I had, three Ans, two Kates, one lane,  
In my expenses Royal, beyond measure,  
Striving in Noble Actions to exceed;  
Accounting Honour as my greatest Treasure:  
Yet various fancies did my frailty feed,   

I made and marred, I did, and I undid,  
Till all my Greatness in Grave was hid.   

Anno Dom. 1509, April 22, Sunday.  
Henry the eight, with his beautcous queen (●●●dy Catherine) who had been before the wife of his ●●● borhter, Prince Arthur, on Sunday the 25 of june were both crowned King & Queen of England ●●● minster, by the bunds of William Warham, ●●● bishop of Canterbury: He entre France wish as and was the strong Towns of Terwin and Tumay● valiant King, Iames the sourth of scotland, ●●● land with a great Host, and was met and sought ●●● by the Noble Lord, Thomas Howard, Earle●●● and at a place called Flodden in Northumber king Iames vailiantly fight, was ●●● Bishop's, 2 Abbots, 12 Earls, 17 Lords and ● common Soldiers: Thomas Wolsey (from mea●●) some say the son of a Butcher in Ipswich, by ● mounted to the tope Fortune's wheel ●●● to be a scholem after next a servant to the Treas● Calais, 3 to be one of the King's chaplainer, 4 the ●● Almoner, 5 he was made Deane of Linco●●e, 6 ●●● choose for privy Counsellor, 7 be was ●●● shop of Tornay. 8 after that, Archbishops of York, ●● ated Cardinal, 10 ne was Lord Chancellor, 11 ●●● all these boneurs at once, with the Bishopric of ●●● star, Worcester, bath, Heresord, ●●● Saint Albans: Lastly, all these ●●● which in many years he attained, were in a●●● the king's displeasure, and his own: ●●● lost. The King had the Title of Defender of the ●●● from Rome: never was any King of England ●●● nificent, he was visited three times by the ●●● and one of them (Maximilian) served ●●●●●● wars in France: the other, Charles, ●●● England; so likewise did the King of Denmarke● Queen who all were most Royalty entertained: King Henry, wa●●he first of the English King tituled ●●● himself, King of Ireland. In the ●●● City of Rome was taken by the French, Clement with 23 cardinak● imprisoned ● months: King Henry and thepope fell at●●● that the King caused● all ●●●● obedience to ●● den, and in the tempest of histurie seized ●●●● power in These his Dominiens (●●●●) to him ●●● Land having too long borne the ●● of Antichristian Tyramny: for the which ●●● King caused to be suppressed in England and 283 ●●● 215 Pr●ries, 108 ●●●●●● 84 colleages, 9 cells, and 103 Hospitals Henry reigned 37 years, 9 months and ●●● 28 of January 1546, buried at Windsor.    

EDWARD THE VI KING OF ENGLAND, FRANCE and IRELAND, Desender of the Faith, etc.  

●●● Seemed in wisdom aged in my youth,  
●●● A Princely pattern, I reformed the time:  
●●● With zeal and courage I maintained God's truth,  
●●d Christian faith against Antichristian crime.  
●●● Father did begin; l●in my prime,  
●●h Baal and Beltall from this Kingdom driven,  
With concord's true harmonious heavenly chime,  
●●●'d be said and sung God's truth and love.  
●●● virtue unto virtue still I striven,  
●●●'d beloved both of God and men:  
●●y soul unto her Maker soared above,  
●●●y earthly part returned to earth again.   

Thus Death, my fair proceed did prevent,  
And Peers and People did my loffe lament.   

Anno Dom. 1546, january 28, Thursday:  
Edward the 6, borne at Hampton Court, the only son and Heir to King Henry the 8, at 9 years of age began his reign over this kingdom: he was crowned the 27 day of February 1547 at Westminster, by the hands of Thomas Cranmer Arcbishop of Canterbury: his uncle by the mother side, Edward Earl of Hestford, and Duke of Somerset, was governomy of his person and kingdom. This King was a second losias, inreforming many errors on the Church; he was contracted to the Lady Mary (this young Queen of Scotland) daughter and sole beyre to King james the fi●●t, mother to our late King james deceased, and Grandmother to our gracious Someraigne King Charles, now reigning: but some ●●● spirits broke of the match, which caused much blood shed: for the Duke of Somerset entered Scotland with a strong Army; whom the Scottish Nobit●●● with their powers met at a place near Musklebrough, where was sought a fierce and sharp battle, where many men at ●●● on both sides; but in the end, the victory tell to be English: us the mean space, the young Queen was conveyed into France, where afterward she ●●● the Dolphin. Rebellion in Cornwall, commotion in: Norfolk descension in many places: and lastly, in the Northern parts of England; some striving to bold up the rotten fragments of Romish Religion; some seeking lawless liberty to have all things in command, to lay open all enclosures, so that much mischief was done, and at last ended with executions of the slaughter, and executions of many of the Rebels, in diverse places of this Las●●i. Malice and mischief had no sooner done amongst the Commons, but they thrust themselves amongst the Nobilsty. The Lord Protector procured or tolerated his brother, the Lord Thomas Seimer, to be beheaded; and shortly after himself followed the same way, whose death was much bewailed by the poor Commons: and the King never ha● he heath or joy after the deaths of both his Uncles. This hopeful France was endued with wisdom, fare about his years, he was tearned and a lover of learning, he was exceedingly delighted in reading the Scriptures: he was just, merestull, ●●●ing, and beloved: he ended his late at Greenwich fifth day of july, Anno 1552, in the fix entbyeere at his age. when he had reigned six years, nine months, eight days, He was buried at westminster.    

MARY, QUEEN OF ENGLAND, FRANCE and IRELAND, Desender of the Faith, etc.  

NO sooner I possessed the Royal Throne,  
But true Religion strait was dispossessed:  
Bad Council caused Rome, Spain and I, as one,  
To persecute, to martyr, and molest  
All that the unstained truth of God professed:  
All such as dared oppugn the powerful Pope,  
With grievous tortures were oppressed and pressed,  
With Axes, Pire, and Faggot, and the Rope.  
Scarce any Land beneath the Heavenly Cope,  
Afflicted was, as I caused this to be:  
And when my Fortunes were in highest hope,  
Death at the five years end arrested me.   

No Bale would serve, I could command no aid,  
But I in prison in my grave was laid.   

Anno. Dom. 1553, july 6, Thursday.  
Queen Mary was borne at Creenwich, elder daughter to King Henry the eight, and sister and ●●● to King Edward the sixth. She was crowned at Westminster the first of October, 1553, by the hands of Stephen Gardner, Bishop of Winchester. King Edward being dead, his death was concealed two days, by reason of the fear of Queen Mary's alteration of the religion which King Edward had established, for which cause the Lady jane was by many of the Lords and the Londoners proclaimed Queen. This Lady jane was eldest daughter to Henry Duke of Suffolk; she was then married to the Lord Guiford Dudlty fourth son to john, Duke of, Northumberland; her mother was the Lady Francis, the daughter of Mary the French Queen. and the younger sister of King Henry the 8. Queen Mary (bearing that jane was proclaimed Queen) begain to rouse, & raised an Army, and was first proclaimed in the City of Norwich, her powers still increasing, she made towards London, where all supplies forsocke the Lady jane; so that she with her husband and father, and the Lord Thomas Grace, with others, were beheaded. The Queen ceases all the protestant Bishops and Clergy to be degraded suspended, or imprisoned. She raised again the Maze, and with it mass of misery to this kingdom. King Philip of Spain was contracted to Queen Mary, but Sir Thomas Wyatt with an Army opposed it, and after much bickering was taken and executed on the Towre●●●: The Lady Elizabeth (the Queen's sister) was wrong●●ly imprisoned, and in danger to be put to death: Philip King of Spain was married to Queen Mary with●● Royal solemnity at Winchester the 25 of july, Anno 1454. This woeful Land was in those days a very Achetdima, or field of blood, the Pope's M●reban●s ●●● Church and Commonwealth with holy Water, Pax, Censors, Oil, Spittle Cream, Altars, Pictures, Images ● Crosses, Crucifixes, Beads, Lights, Tapers, Cand●●● the Breaden god: these Romish wars did cost the li●es near 6000 people that refused them, some hanged, ●●● burn, and diverse others suffering other deaths and ●●ties. K. Philip & Queen Mary send defiance into France Philip went thither in person, & besieged the strong ●●● of St. Quintin's and man it; but shortly after, the English men lost Calais, which had been the King of English Town 21 years. Wherefore Queen Mary took ●●● grief, that she● never enjoyed her life-long after; ●●● Calais was lost the 17 of january, and the Queen ●●● at Saint james house the 7 of November following, ●●● 1558, when she had reigned 5 years, 4 moneth●●●● days: she lieth buried as Westminster.    

ELIZABETH, QUEEN OF ENGLAND, FRANCE and IRELAND, Defender of the Faith, etc.  

THe griefs, the fears, the terrors and the toils,  
The sleights, tricks snares, that for my life were laid  
●pes prisons, poisons, pistois, bloody broils,  
●● these encompassed me (poor harmless Maid)  
●● I still trusting in my Maker's aid,  
Was still defended by his power divine:  
●y glory and my greatness was displayed  
●● fare as Sun and Moon did ever shine.  
God's mingled Service I did rerefine,  
From Romish rubbish, and from humane dross.  
● yearly made the pride of Spain decline:  
●●● and all Belgia I saved from loss:   

I was Arts pattern, t' Arms I was a Patron;  
I lived and died a Queen, a Maid, a Matron.   

Anno Dom. 1558, November 17, Thursday.  
Lady Elizabeth, borne at Greenwich, second daughter to King Henry the eight, sister and heir to the late Queen Mary, after she had (by God's gracious provience passed through many afflictions, as scandals, calumnations, sundry imprisonns ●●●, and hazard of her life; she was at the age of 25 years and odd days, crowned Queen of England, France and Ireland, at Westminster, by the hand of Owen Oglethorpe Bishop of Carlielc, the 13 of january. The first good work of hers (after her coronation) was to reform and restore and Service of God to the Primitive sincerity, and prayer: and preaching to be used in the English tongue: she caused all the babbles of Babek, and all the Romish rubbish to be cast out of the Church, she dismissed those Bishops and others of the Clergy as would not be reform. She caused all base momes and coyneste to be suppressed, and to be no value, and in their stead she ordained that no coin but Gold and Silver shou● pass for current in her Dominions. The French King Henry at a ●l●ng was unfortunately slain by a Lord named Mountgomery, ●●inter of the l●●●nce running into his eye, An. 1559. Sorne after the French molest Scotland, but by Queen Elizabeths ●yde they were expulsed. The Noble Earl of Arraw in Scotland, and Ericus King of Sweaden were suuer●● to marry ●●● the Queen, which her Majesty with all princely modesty refused. She was after sued to by Henry Duke of Anjou, brother to the French King Charles the 9 Anno 1514. The bloody massacre was in France, where in the City of Paris, (only) 10000 Protestarts were m●n thered by the Pepists; The Irish fell to rebellian under the Earl of Tirone, which rebellion put England to much cost and trouble. Henry, Lord Darneley, King of Scots most inhumanely murdered, Anno 1568, and his Queen. (Marry) assaulted by the oppression of her rebellicus Subjects came into England, and was royally welcomed. One Thomas Appletree discharging his ●●ce the Queen was in her Barge upon the Thames, the bullet ran thorough both the Arms of one of her Watermen; but the Queen understanding that the shot was by casualty, pardoned the offender. Her mercy, justice, temperance, fortitude, magnanimity, prudence, learning, and incomparable wisdom would each of them fill a volume; So that neither ●●● unableness of me the writer, nor the briefness which I am ●●● to in thus abstract, can no ways touch the ●em of her virtues: wherefore I refer the reader to the great volumes of Hollinsheds' story, the Reverend learned Cambden, Master speed, and others, who have written more largely of her (though all of them are much short of her unimmitable merits) she ayed the 24 of March 1602 aged 69 y●eeres, 6 months and 7 days, she reigned 44 years, ●4 months and 7 days. On the 28 of April after, she was buried at Westminster.    

JAMES, Of that Name THE FIRST, And I. Monarch of the whole Island of GREAT BRITAIN etc.  

WEre all the flattery of the world in me,  
Great King of hearts & Arts, great Britain's King  
Yet all that flattery could not flatter thee:  
Or add to thy renown the smallest thing.  
My Muse (with truth and freedom) dares to sing,  
Thou wert a Monarch loved of God and Men.  
Two famous Kingdoms thou to one didst bring,  
And gav'st lost Britain's name her name again.  
Thou cansedst Doctors with their learned pen,  
The sacred Bible newly to translate.  
Thy wisdom found the damned powdered Den,  
That hell had hatched to overthrew thy state.   

And all the world thv Motto must allow,  
The peace makers are blast; and so art thou.   

Anno Dom. 1602, March 24, Thursday,  
james the first of that name, King of England, Scotland, France & Ireland (the first King that was ●●● in England since the Norman conquest) at the age 36 years, 9 month, and 5 days, he was crowned Westminster (with his wife Queen Anne) by the ●●● of john Whitguist, Archbishop of Canterbury. The●● was a conspiracy to surprise the King and insorce him to grant a toleration of Religion, but the plot was discoue●● and the offenders were some executed, & some otherwise (by the King clemency) banished, and imprisoned with good competency of means allowed them. This king was a King of Peace, and with all victorious; for he did ●●● then his predecesser King Henry the 7th, (who joined ●● Roses of Lancaster and York.) But King james ●●● happily) joined kingdoms, uniting England and Scotland into one glorious Monarchy, by the name and ●●● Great Britain. Anno 1605, November 5, the ●●● de-plot of perdition was; but by the mercy of the Almighty ●● (a mistaken delivery of a Letter, and the deep wisdom of the King), the horrid Treason was ●●● prevented, and the Traitors confounded in their ●●●●●●ked devices. King james was so crowned, and ●●● that Germany, Polland, Sweaveland, Russia, France, Spain, Holland, Zealand, the Archduke of Austria the estate and S●●gmory of Venice: The great Duke of Florence, all these Princes and Potentates did ●●● Ambassadors into England, to hold Amity and ●●● with King james. Amongst Kings he was the ●●● mirror of Learning, the Pattern and Patron of piety ●● pity, such a sweet and well composed mixture of justice and mercy was invated in his Royal breast: that ●●●●●● truth did meet, kiss and combine together, all the ●●● his most auspicious reign: like a second Sallomon government was blessed with peace and plenty; so that be ●●● justly be styled (under God) The Peacemaker of ●●● Christendom, and the loving father and preserver of ●●● own people, Realms and Dominions: his life was generally beloved, and his death as much lamented which was ●●● of March, being Sunday, there being but 2 day's differ●●● or odds betwixt the account of the beginning and ending of his reign; for he began the 24 of March 1602, ●●● the 27 of March 1625. Two Tuesdays were ●●nate to him: for on a Tuesday the 5 of August 1602, ●● escaped a dangerous conspiracy of the Earl Cowries, and on Tuesday the 5 of November, 1605, he (wis●h of that could be called his) was preferred from that Great master piece of Satan, the Powder Treason, and as ●● Sat●rday ●●● the 8 of May, 1603, he was received within joy ●●● London, so on Saturday the 8 of May 1625, ●●● with grise buried at Westminster.    

CHARLES Of that Name THE FIRST, And II. Monarch of the whole Island of GREAT BRITAIN. KING OF ENGLAND, SCOTLAND, FRANCE and IRELAND, God's immediate VICEGERENT., Supreme HEAD, etc.  

●●●●strious Offspring of most glorious Stems,  
Our happy hope, our Royal CHARLES the great,  
●●● Heir to four Rich Diadems,  
With gifts of Grace, and Learning high replete.  
●●● thee th'Almighties aid I do entreat,  
●●● guide and prosper thy proceed still,  
●●●●● long thou mayst survive a Prince complete,  
●●● guard the good and to subvert the ill.  
●●● when thy ●●● determined boundless will)  
Thy mortal part shall made immortal be,  
●●●● let thy living Fame the world full fill,  
●●● blessed famous memory of thee,   

And all true Britain's prey to God above,  
To match thy life and fortune with their love.   

STEWART● CHARLES MARIE Anagramma. Christ Arm us E●● AT ALL,  
Though fields and men, to ●●●● should endeavour, (Against their force) AT ALL CHRIST ARM US EVER   

Anno. Dom. 1625-March 27. Sunday.  
The ●● shall ●●●●●●●●●●●●● kingdom's having ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● full james ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● eternal; Our Royal Charles the ●●● heir of his blessed Father's Crown and virtues, ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● Westminster by the hands of the Right Reverend fahter in God, ●●●●●●●●●●● john Williams, ●●● new present Lord Bishop of Lincoln and Deane of Westminister. He is Charles (the first of that name) and second Monarch of great Britain, ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● Vicegerent, and God is his ●●●● Severaigne, he is Defender of the True, ●●●● Apotlolicasll and Christian I ●●●●; and that faith is his shield against all his bedily and ghostly enemies; in the first year of his reign, he married with the illustrious and virtuous Princess Henneretta Maria, daughter to that admired Mirrer and Mars of martiallilis of Henry the 4th the French King (last of that name) vopn the 22 day of june 1625, she safely arrived ●●●●●● in Kent, where the King stayed till ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● and to both their joys, and the ●●●● of this kingdom he enjoyed, and enjoys her. This Noble P●●●ce was borne the 19th of November, A no 1602 he was second and youngest Son to king james the ●●● of Scotland, and first of that name of England. (Our last ●●● Sovereign) In the year 1623. ●●● into Spain privately and (by God's gracious assistance) came back safely from thence the 26 or October, in the some year, whose safe return all true hearted Britain's did and do esteem ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● and happy blessing his clemency, ●●●● is manifest, his Royal end princely en●●● are ample, ●●● his same and Magnificenceis ●●●● shall; The graces and cardinal virtues have ●●●●●●●●●●●● taken ●●● their habitatiens in his Heroic and Mag●●●●●● breast. ●●● may he with his gracious Queen reign our these his Dominions, to the glo●●●●● of God, and the good of this famous Island, with the rest of his Territories, and to the joy and comfort of his ●●● Amen,     

ALIVING SADNESS INDUTY CONSECRATED TO THE Immortal memory of our late Deceased all-beloved Sovereign LORD the Peerless Paragon of Princes, JAMES, King of great Britain, France and Ireland; who departed this Life at his Manor of Theobalds', on Sunday the 27. of March 1625.  

TO THE MOST HIGH AND PVISSENT Prince CHARLES by the Grace of GOD, the first of that name, and second Monarch of the whole Island of Great BRITAIN. HIS UNDOUBTED ROYALTIES BEING UNITED UNDER one and the same his most glorious Crown, the Kingdoms of England, Scotland, France, and Ireland; Gods Immediate Vicegerent; Supreme head of all Persons, and Defender of the true, ancient Christian Faith, in these his Empires and Dominions.  

MOst Mighty Monarch of this mourning Land,  
Upon the knees of my submissive mind:  
I beg acceptance at your Royal hand,  
That my lamenting Muse may favour find.  
My Gracious Master was so good so kind,  
So just, so much beloved near and far:  
Which generally did Love, and Duiy bind  
From all, and from me in particular.  
But as your Majesty undoubted are,  
The Heir unto his Virtues and his Crown:  
I pray, that whether Heaven send Peace or War,  
You likewise may inherit his Renown.  
And as Death struck his Earthly Glory down,  
Left you in Majesty, and mourning Chief:  
Yet through the World apparently 'tis known,  
Your Sorrow is an universal Grief.   

Let this recomfort then your Princely heart,  
That in this Duty all men bears a part.   
Your Majesty's most humble and obedient Subject and Servant: JOHN TAYLOR.   

A Funeral Elegy upon King JAMES.  

YOu gushing Torrents of my Tearedrowned eyes,  
Sad Partners of my hearts Calamities,  
Tempestuous sighs, like winds in prison penned,  
(Which wanting vent) my grieved soul hath rend,  
Deep wounding groans (companions of unrest)  
Throngs from the bottom of my care-crazed breast,  
You three, continual fellows of my moans,  
(My brinish tears, sad sighs and ponderous groans)  
●● do entreat you never to departed,  
But be the true assistants of my heart,  
In this great at sorrow (that my trembling Quill  
Describes) which doth our Land with morning fill,  
Ah Death I could nought thy hunger satisfy,  
But thou must glut thyself with Majesty?  
Can nothing thy insatiate thirst restrain,  
But Royal blood of our Dread Sovereign?  
In this, thy spite exceeds beyond all bounds,  
And at one blow, 3. kingdoms fildst with wounds,  
When thou that fatal deadly stroke didst strike,  
Tha● (Death) thou playd'st the tyrant- Catholic.  
Our griefs are Universal sall, and the Sum  
Cast up, the blow doth wound all Christendom.  
But wherefore, Death, do I on thee exclaim?  
Thou cam'st in the Eternal Kings great name,  
For as no mortal power can thee prevent,  
So thou dost never come, but thou art sent.  
And now thou cam'st upon unwelcome wings,  
To our best King, from the blessed King of Kings,  
To summon him to change his earthly throne,  
For an Immortal, and a Heanenly one.  
(When men unthankful for a good received,  
●Ti● lest that of that good they be bereaved)  
His government both God and men did please,  
Except such spirits, as might complain of Ease,  
Repining Passions wearied with much Rest,  
The want to be molesled, might molest.  
Such men think peace a torment, and no trouble  
●● worse than trouble, though it should come double.  
●●● speak of such as with our peace were cloyed,  
Though w●● I think might well have been employed.  
True Britain's wish just wars to entertain,  
(I mean no aid for Spinola or Spain)  
But time and troubles would not suffer it,  
Nor God's appointment would the same permit.  
He is inserutable in all his ways,  
And at his pleasure humbleth and will raise,  
For patience is a virtue he regardeth,  
And in the end with victory rewardeth.  
●●t whither hath my mournful Muse digressed?  
From my beloved Sovereign Lord decast:  
Who was to us, and we to him, even thus,  
Too bad for him, and he, too good tor us.  
For good men in their deaths, 'tis understood,  
They leave the bad, and go unto the good.  
This was the cause, why God did take from hence,  
This most Religious, Learned, Gracious Prince.  
This Paragon of Kings, this matchless Mirror,  
This Faith's descending Antichristian terror;  
This Royal all-beloved King of Hearts,  
This Pattern, and this Patron of good Arts,  
This cabinet of mercy, Temperance,  
Prudence, and justice, that doth man advance.  
This Magazine of Pious Clemency,  
This fountain of true Libera●t●.  
This mind, where virtue daily did increase,  
This Peaceful Servant to the● odo Peace,  
This second great Apollo, from who●e Rays,  
Poor Poetry did win Immortal Ba●es,  
From whence the sacred S●●●, Treb● Trine,  
Had life and motion, Influence divine,  
These virtues did adorn his Dia●●m,  
And God in taking him, hath taken them.  
Of all which Blessings: (we must needs confess)  
We are deprived for our unworthiness.  
A good man's never missed till he be gone,  
And then most vain and fruitless is our moan,  
But as Heaven's favours down to us descended:  
So if our thankfulness had but ascended.  
Had we made Conscience of our ways to sin,  
So soon of him we not deprived had been.  
Then let us not lament his loss so much,  
But for our own unworthiness was such.  
So from th'unthankful jews, God in his wrath,  
Took● good josias, by unlooked for death.  
And for our sins, our ignorance must know,  
We have procured and felt this cureless blow,  
And Christendom, I fear, in losing him,  
Is much dismembered, and hath lost ● limb.  
As by the fruit the tree may be expressed,  
His works declared his learning manifest,  
Whereby his wisdom won this great renown,  
That second Solomon wore Britain's crown,  
His pen restrained the strong, relieved the weak,  
And graciously he could write, do and speak.  
He had more force and vigour in his words.  
Then neigh'●ring Princes could have in their swords.  
France, Denmark, Poland, Sweden, Germany,  
Spain, Sa●oy, Italy, and Musco●●●  
Bohemia, and the fruitful Palatine,  
The Swisseses, Grisons, and the ●eltoline,  
As fare as ever Sol or Luna shined  
Beyond the Westerns, or the Eastern Ind.  
His counsel, and his favours were required,  
Approved, beloved, applauded and admired:  
When round about the Nations fare and near,  
With cruel bloody wars infested were;  
When Mars with sword and fire, in furious rage,  
Spoilt & consumed, not sparing lex or age;  
Whilst mothers (with great grief) were childless made,  
And Son against Sire opposed with trenchant blade:  
When brother against brother, kin 'gainst kin,  
Through death and danger did destruction win.  
When murders merciless, and beastly Rapes  
These, famine (miseries in sundry Shapes)  
While mischiefs thus great kingdoms overwhelm,  
Our prudent Steeresman held great Britain's helm,  
Conducting so this mighty Ship of state,  
That Strangers envied, and admired thereat,  
When blessed Peace, with terror and affright,  
Was in a mazed and distracted flight,  
By bloody War, and in continual Chase,  
Coursed like a fearful Hare, from place to place:  
Not daring any where to show her head,  
She (happily) into this kingdom fled,  
Whom Royal james did freely entertain,  
And graciously did keep her all his reign.  
Whilst other Lands (that for her absence mourn)  
With sighs and tears do with her back return.  
They find in losing Her they lost a bless,  
A hundred Towns in France can witness this,  
Where Wars compulsion, or else composition,  
Did force Obedience, Bondage or Submission.  
Fields lay untild, and fruitful Land lay waste,  
And this was scarcely yet full three years past,  
Where these uncivil civil wars destroyed  
Princes, Lords, Captains, men of Note employed,  
One hundred sixty seven, in number all,  
And Common people did past number fall.  
These wretches (wearied with these homebred jars)  
Love Peace, forbeing beaten sore with wars.  
Nor do I here inveigh against just Arms,  
But 'gainst unjust, vunaturall Alarms:  
Just wars are made, to make unjust wars cease,  
And in this sort wars are the means of Peace.  
In all which turmoils, Britain was at rest,  
No thundering Cannons did our Peace molest.  
No churlish Drum, no Rapes, no flattering wounds;  
No Trumpets clangor to the Battle sounds,  
But every Subject here enjoyed his own,  
And did securely reap what they had sown.  
Each man beneath his Figtree and his Vine,  
In Peace with plenty did both sup and dine.  
O God, how much thy goodness doth overflow,  
Thou hast not dealt with other Nations so!  
And all these blessings which from heaven did Spring,  
Were by our Sovereign's wisdoms managing:  
Gods Steward, both in Office, and in name,  
And his account was evermore his aim:  
The thought from out his mind did seldom slip,  
That once he must give up his Steward-ship.  
His anger written on weak water was,  
His Patience and his Love were graved in Brass.  
His Fury like a wand'ring Star soon gone,  
His Clemency was like a fixed one.  
So that as many loved him whilst he lived,  
More than so many by his Death are grieved.  
The hand of Heaven was only his support,  
And blessed him in the Nobles of his Court,  
To whom his Bounty was expressed so Royal,  
That he these twenty years found none disloyal;  
But as bright jewels of his Diadem,  
They faithfully sorued him, he honoured them.  
And as in life they were on him relying,  
So many of them ushered him in dying.  
Richmond's and Linox Duke fiirst led the way,  
Next Dorsets' spirit forsook her house of Clay.  
Then Linox Duke again, Duke Lodwicks brother  
Was third, and good Southampton fourth and her.  
Lord wriothsly next Southamptons' Noble son,  
The race of his mortality did run.  
Next died old Charles, true honoured Nottingham,  
(The Brooch and honour of his house and name)  
Brave Belsast next, his vital thread was spun,  
And last, the Noble marquis Hambleto●.  
These in the compass of one year went hence,  
And led the way to their beloved Prince.  
And our deceased Sovereign quickly went,  
To change earth's Pomp, for glory permanent.  
Like Phoebus in his Course h'arose and ran,  
His reign in March both ended and began.  
And as if he had been a Star that's fixed,  
His Rise and Set were but two days betwixt,  
And once in two and twenty years 'tis proved,  
That the most fixed Stars are something moved.  
But in his end, his Constancy we find,  
He had no mutable or wavering mind:  
For that Religion, which his tongue and pen  
Did still defend with God, maintain with men:  
That faith which in his Life he did express,  
He in his Death did constantly profess;  
His Treasure and his jewels, they were such,  
As I think England's Kings had ne'er so much,  
And still to men of honour and desert,  
His Coffers were as open as his heart.  
Peace, Patience, justice, Mercy, Pity;  
These were his jewels in variety;  
His Treasure always was his Subject's Love,  
Which they still gave him as th' effects did pro●●●  
Which like to Earth's contributory streams,  
Paid homage to their Sovereign Ocean, l●●●●  
He knew, that Prince's Treasure to be best,  
That's laid up in the loyal Subject's breast;  
And only 'twas the riches of the mind,  
To which he coverously was inclined.  
Thus was he blessed in Person, blessed in State,  
Blessed in his first, and his in latter date;  
Blessed in his education, blessed in's learning,  
Blessed in his wisdom, good and ill discerning,  
Blessed in his marriage, and in his royal Race,  
But blessed most of all in God's high grace.  
He did his God devoutly serve and fear.  
He loved him, and he held his love most dear:  
He honoured and obeyed him faithfully;  
He is his favour lived, and so did dye:  
His duty unto God he knew the way  
And means, to make his Subjects him obey:  
He knew that if he served his God, that then  
He should be served, and feared, and loved of men:  
And that if he God's Statutes did respect,  
That men would fear his Statutes to neglect.  
That his Obedience upward, did bring down  
Obedience to his Person and his Crown.  
He did advance the good, suppressed the bad,  
Relieved the poor, and comforted the sad:  
The Widow, and the orphan fatherless,  
He often hath supplled in their distress,  
●or why, to rich and poor, to great and small,  
He was a common Father unto all.  
His affability and Princely parts,  
Made him a mighty Conqueror of Hearts:  
Offenders whom the law of life deprives,  
His mercy pardoned and preserved their lives:  
To prisoners, and poor captives misery,  
He was a Magazine of charity:  
For losses that by sea, or fire did come,  
He hath bestowed many a liberal sum.  
Besides for Churches, it most plain appears,  
That more hath been repaired in twenty years,  
(Is honour of our God and Saviour's name)  
Then in an hundred years before he came.  
Our ancient famous Universities,  
Divine, and Humane learning's Nurseries:  
Such dews of orace, as the Almighty's will,  
Was pleased (through those Limbecks) to distiil.  
Which (spite of Romish rage, or Satan's hate)  
H●● cawled the glorious Gospel propagate:  
Our (light of learning) james, did still protect them,  
And as a nursirg Father did affect them.  
Thus was He, for our soutes, and body's health,  
Defender of both Church, and Commonwealth.  
For Ireland, he hath much reduced that nation,  
Churches with land endowed caused much plantation.  
Whereby Civility is planted there,  
The King's obedience, and th' Almighty's fear,  
These deeds this worthy godly Prince hath done,  
For which he hath perpetual praises won.  
Ah! what a gracious Man of God was this?  
Mercy and justice did each other kiss;  
His Affability whilst he did live,  
Did make all men themselves to him to give.   

Thus lived Great james, and thus great james did dye,  
And dying thus, doth li●e Eternally.  
With Honour he did live, and Life forsook,  
With Patience like a Lamb his death he took,  
And leaving Kingly cares, and Princely pain,  
He now inherits an Immortal Reign:  
For royal grieved, perplexed Majesty,  
He hath a Crown of perpetuity:  
For miserable Pomp that's transitory,  
He is advanced to everlasting glory.  
And as he loved, and lived, and die ' din Peace,  
So he in Peace did quietly decease:  
So let him rest in that most blessed condition,  
That's subject to no change or intermission;  
Whilst we his servants, of him thus bereavest,  
With grieved and perplexed hearts are lest;  
But God in mercy looking on our grief,  
Before he gave the wound, ordained relief:  
Though duteous Sorrow bids us not forget  
This cloud of death, I wherein our Sun did set,  
His Sons resplendent Majesty did rise,  
Load stone, and Load star to our hearts and eyes:  
He clears our drooping spirits, he frees our scares,  
And (like the Sun) dries up our dewey tears.  
All those his servants that lamenting grieve,  
King Charles his Grace and favour doth relieve:  
But as they served his Father, so he will  
Be their most loving Lord and Sovereign still,  
As they were first to their Master living (being dead)  
They are relieved, and recomforted.  
Thus Charity doth in succession run,  
A Pious Father leaves a godly Son:  
Which Son his Kingly Government shall pass,  
His Kingdom's Father, as his Father was.  
For though great james interred in earth doth lie,  
Great Charles his breast entombs his memory,  
And here's our comforts midst our discontents,  
he's seasoned with his Father's Documents,  
And as th' Almighty was his shield and spear,  
Protecting him from danger every where:  
From most unnatural foul Conspiracy,  
From Powder-plots, and hellish Treachery,  
Whilst he both lived and died, beloved, renowned,  
And Treason did itself it self confound,  
So I invoke th' Eternal Providence,  
To be to Charles a buckler and defence,  
Supported only by the Power Divine,  
As long as Sun or Moon or Stars shall shine.   

To all that have Read this Poem.  
I Boast not, but his Majesty that's dead  
Was many times well pleased my lines to read:  
And every line, word, Syllable and letter,  
Were (by his reading) graced and made better;  
And howsoever they were good, or ill,  
His bourty showed, he did accept them still;  
He was so good and gracious vate me,  
That ● the vilest wretch on earth should be,  
If, for his sake, I had not writ this Verse,  
My last poor duty, to his Royal Hearse.  
Two causes made me this sad Poems wrue,  
The first my humble duty did inurte  
The last, to shun that vice which doth include  
All other vices, foul Ingratitude.    
FINIS.   

FOR The sacred memorial of the great, Noble, and ancient Example of Virtue and Honour, the Illustrious and well-beloved Lord, CHARLES HOWARD, Earl of Nottingham, justice in Eyre of all his Majesty's Forests, Parks, and Chases on this side Trent; Knight of the Honourable Order of the Garter, and one of the Lords of his Majesty's most Honourable Privy Council; Who departed this Life at his Manor of Hal●ing in Surrey, on Thursday the 14. of December, 1624. and was buried at Rigate, amongst his Honourable Ancestors, the 20. of December last, 1624.  

TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE, Right Worshipful, of both Sexes, who had either alliance by Marriage, Consanguinity by Birth, or bore love to the Right Noble and truly virtuous deceased.  

I Humbly crave your Worthinesset● excuse  
This boldness of my poor unlearned Muse,  
That hath presumed so high a pitch to fly,  
In praise of Virtue and Nobility.  
I know this task most fit for Learned men,  
For Homer, Ovid, or for Virgil's pen:  
But for I with him have both served and sailed,  
My grateful duty hath so fare prevailed,  
Boldly to write true Honours late decease,  
Whilst better Muses please to hold their peace.  
And thus much to the world my Verse proclaims,  
That neither gain nor flattery are my aims:  
But love and duty to the Noble dead,  
Hath caused me cause these Lines be published.  
And therefore I entreat your generous Hearts,  
T● accept my duty, pardon my deserts,  
Bear with my weakness, wink at my defects:  
Good purposes do merit good effects;  
Poor earthen Vessels may hold precious Wint,  
And I presume that in this book of mine,  
In many places you shall something find,  
To please each Noble will affected mind.  
And for excuse my Muse doth humbly plead,  
That you'll forbear to judge before you read.   
He that is ever a true wellwisher, and obsequious Servant to your Honours, Worships, and Noble Personages, john Taylor.   

SOme few years since, I road to my Lord's Manor of Halcing in Surrey, where I presented his Lordship with a Manuscript, or written Book of the names and degrees of all the Knights of the Noble Order of the Garter, since the first institution by king Edward the third, which was of mine own collections out of Windsor Cattle, and some authontike ●●●●: His Lordship received it gratefully, and rewarded me honourably; in the which Book was ●●● Anagram of his name and Earldom of Nottingham, which ●old very 〈…〉 to be he●re●●●, under Printed, because it falls correspondent to the reverence of his ●●, and the happiness which the words import.  

Charles Howard, Earl of Nottinghame Anagramma: O Heaven calls, and hath true Glory for me.  
And happy was this happy Anagram,  
Heaven calls Charles Howard Earl of Nottingham:  
And he obeyed the call, and gained true glory,  
For change of earthly Titles transitory.    

For the sacred Memorial of the Great, Noble and Ancient example of Virtue and Honour, the Illustrious and well-beloved Lord, Charles Howard, Earl of Nottingham, justice in Eyre of all his Majesty's Forests, Parks and Chases on this side Trent; Knight of the Honourable Order of the Garter, and one of the Lords of his Majesty's most Honourable privy Council.  

WHat English Muse forbears to shed a tear  
For England's Nestor, gravest, oldest Peer?  
Not only old in number of his days,  
But old in virtue, & all good men's praise:  
Whose actions all his pilgrimage did pass,  
More full of honour then his title was.  
And though his corpse be severed from his spirit,  
And that the world sufficient knows his merit:  
Yet shall my poor unworthy artless Verse,  
●● duteous service wait upon his Hearse.  
Myself his Honour on the Seas attended,  
And with his bounty have I been befriended,  
And to acquit me from unthankfulness,  
My lines shall here my gratitude express.  
No monumental Marble reared on high,  
He needs t'emblaze him to posterity,  
No flattering Epitaph he needs to have,  
To be engraved upon a gaudy grave,  
His life and actions are his Monument,  
Which fills each kingdom, Clime, and Continent.  
And when their memories shall stink and dye,  
Who in most stately sepulchres do lay,  
Then royal histories shall still relate  
To each degree, or age, or sex, or state,  
The virtue, valour, bounty, and the fame  
Of England's all-beloved Nottingham:  
And Noble hearts his memory shall retain,  
Until the world to Chaos turn again.   

That year of wonderment called eighty eight,  
When fraud and force did our destruction wait,  
When Hell, and Rome, and Spain did all agree,  
That we should vanquished and invaded be,  
Our foes at Sea thirty one thousand men,  
With near four hundred ships and ●●●lies then,  
Then this White Lion roused with ●●●●●ue,  
Defending both his ounrry and his Queen,  
Like second Mars to battle brave he wen●,  
God making him his worthy instrument:  
His Chiefraine, Champion and his General  
With six score ships, and Vessels great animal,  
To conquer those that did for conquest ●●●  
And foil the power of Hell, and ●●● and ●●  
Then valour was with resolution mixed  
And manhood with true F●uo●● ●●●  
When death and danger ●●●●tned every where.  
Brave Charles (all ●earel 〈…〉 ●●●) did encourage can  
When roaring cannon's coun●●● heaven's thunder  
And slaughtered men their vessels ●●● under,  
The Sun eclipsed with ●●●●, skies dark and dim,  
And battering bullets severed ●im from li●●  
When as that Sea might be the Rea Sea called,  
Then he with dreadless courage, unappalled,  
Like a bright B●acon, or a blazing Staire,  
Approved himself a thunder ●●olr of war  
Whose valour and example valiantly,  
Pursued and won a glorious victory.  
And then by him (through the Almighty's hand)  
Preserved from invasion was this Land.  
So that who ever shall his Tomb pass by,  
And shall inquire who there doth buried lie,  
If answer be but made, He's in this Grave,  
Who did in Eighty eight this Kingdom save;  
Then is the total told, and service best,  
Where with this little Land was ever blessed.  
At 
* 1596  Cales likewise the Sea-fight we did win,  
By his direction and grave discipline  
The Spanish ships soon from his force retired,  
Some torn, some sunk, some taken, and some fired,  
And whensoe'er he gave the overthrow,  
He ne'er insulted over his conquered foe,  
But like a Noble Lion, every way  
He scorned to pray upon a yielding prey:  
With pity, piety, and true remorse,  
His clemency was mixed with manly force.  
Unto his foes a noble care he had,  
Nor would affliction to affliction add:  
So that his enemies much cause did find,  
To love and honour his true noble mind.  
Yet against offenders he was sharply bend,  
Severe in throats, and mild in punishment,  
His justice would condemn, and in a breath  
His mercy saved whom justice doomed to death.  
His adversaries he did ofe relieve,  
And his revenge was only to forgive.  
He knew that well got honour ne'er shall die,  
But make men live unto eternity:  
It as his greatest riches he esteemed,  
And Infamy he basest begg'ry deemed.  
He knew, through worthy spirits may be croft,  
Yet if they lose no honour nothing's lost.  
And those that have afraid of envy been,  
True honour or good fame did never win.  
If he an avaricious mind had boar,  
Of wealth no subject than had had such store:  
So many years England's high Admiral,  
Fees offices, and prizes that did fall,  
With gifts and favours from the queen and State,  
And other things, amounting to a rate:  
That had he been a mixer, close of hand,  
No subject had been richer in this Land,  
In deeds of pity, and true charity,  
Good housekeeping, and hospitality,  
Bounty, and courteous affability;  
He was the Brooch of true Nobility:  
And for these virtue's men shall scarcely find,  
That he a fellow here hath left behind.  
He knew that Avarice and Honour be  
Two contraries that never will agree:  
And that the Spender shall have true renown,  
When infamy the Miser's fame shall drown.  
He every way most nobly was inclined,  
And loved no wealth but riches of the mind:  
His Pleasure was, that those that did retain  
To him, and serve, should by him thrive and gain●  
And he thought 'twas enough for him to have,  
When as his servants did both get and save.  
So amongst Nobles. I think few are such,  
That keeps so little, gives away so much.  
His latest Will did make it plain appear,  
The love which to his servants he did bear.  
To great and small amongst them, more or less,  
His bounty did express his worthiness;  
To all degrees that served him every one,  
His liberality excepted none.  
And though base Envy often at him strooke,  
His fortitude was like a Rock unshooke.  
He knew that Fortune's changing was not strange,  
Time's variation could not make him change,  
The frothy pomp of Earth's Prosperity,  
Nor envious clouds of sad adversity,  
Within his mind could no mutation strike,  
His courage and his carriage were alike:  
For when base Peasants shrink at fortunes blows  
Then magnimity most richly shows:  
His gravity was in his life expressed,  
His good example made it manifest,  
His age did no way make his virtue live,  
But virtue to his age did honour give,  
So that the love he wan 'tis understood,  
T was not for being old, but being good.  
Thus like a polished jewel 'mongst his Peers,  
His virtue shined more brighter than his years:  
For Wisdom ever this account doth make,  
To love age only but for virtue's sake.  
Near ninety years an honoured life he led:  
And honour's his reward, alive and dead,  
For who so nobly here his life doth frame,  
Shall for his wages have perpetual fame.  
His meditations he did oft apply,  
How he might learn to live, to learn to dye,  
And die, to live and reign in glorious state,  
Which changing time can ne'er exterminate.  
And therefore long his wisdom did forecast,  
How he might best reform offences past,  
Order things present, things to come foresee,  
Thus would his latter years still busied be:  
He saw his Sand was near run out his Glass,  
And wisely pondered in what state he was,  
His waning years, his body full of anguish,  
Sense failing spirits drooping, force to languish,  
The ruined cottage of weak flesh and blood,  
Can not long stand, his wisdom understood.  
He saw his tide of life 'gan ebb so low,  
Past all expectance it again should flow:  
He knew his pilgrimage would soon expire,  
And that (from whence he came) he must retire  
Old age and weak infirmities contend,  
Man's dissolution warns him of his end:  
He knew all these to be deaths messengers,  
His Calends, Pursivants, and Harbingers,  
And with a Christian conscience still he marked,  
He in his final voyage was embarked.  
Which made him skilfully his course to steer,  
(The whilst his judgement was both sound & clear)  
To that blessed Haven of eternal rest,  
Where he for ever life's among the blessed.  
He did esteem the world a barren field,  
The nought but snares, & tares, and cares did yield,  
And therefore he did sow his hopes in heaven,  
Where plenteous increase to him is given.  
Thus was the period of his life's expense,  
The Noble Nottingham departed hence,  
Who many years did in his Country's right,  
In peace and war, successful speak and fight,  
Our oldest Garter Knight, and Counsellor,  
And sometimes Britain's great Ambassador.   

Now unto you survivors, you that be  
The Branches of this honourable Tree:  
Though Verses to the dead no life can give,  
They may be comforters of those that live.  
We know, that God to man hath life but lent,  
And placed it in his body's tenement,  
And when for it again the Landlord calls,  
The Tenant must departed, the Cottage falls.  
God is most just, and he will have it known,  
That he in taking life, takes but his own:  
Life is a debt which must to God be rendered,  
And Nature's retribution must be tendered.  
Some pay in youth, and some in age do pay,  
But 'tis a charge that all men must defray:  
For 'tis the lot of all mortality,  
When they being to live, begin to dye.  
And as from sin to sin we wander in,  
So death at last is wages for our sin.  
He neither hath respect to sex or years,  
Or hath compassion of our sighs nor tears,  
He'll enter (spite of bars, or bolts, or locks)  
And like a bold intruder never knocks.  
To Kings and Caitiffs, rich, poor, great and small,  
Death plays the tyrant and destroys them all.  
He calls all creatures to account most strict,  
And no man's power his force can contradict.  
We must perforce be pleased with what he leaves us,  
And not repine at aught which he ber●anes us.  
he's lawless, and ●s folly to demand  
Amends, or restitution at his hand.  
He doth deride the grief of those that mourn,  
And all our frail afflictions laugh to scorn.  
For he condemns, and never hears the cause,  
He takes away, despite the power of jaws.  
Yet he our vassal ever doth remain,  
From our first birth unto our grave again;  
And God doth in his service him employ,  
To be the bad man's terror, good man's toy,  
Death is the narrow door to life eternal,  
Or else the broad gate unto death internal:  
But our Redeemer in his spotless offering,  
Did lead the way for us to heaven by suffering.  
He was the death of death, when he did die,  
Then Death was swallowed up so victory,  
And by his rising blessed souls shall rue,  
And dwell in the celestial Paradise.  
For these respects, you whose affinity,  
Propinquity, or consanguinity,  
Whose blood or whose alliance challenge can  
A part in this deceased Noble man,  
The law of Nature and affection moves,  
That grief and sorrow should express your loves,  
He was your secondary maker, and  
Your authors earthly being, and you stand  
In duty for your lives and honours bound  
To him, for by him have you been renowned.  
Yet Death that's common unto every one,  
Should be intolerable unto none:  
And therefore let his noble spirit rest,  
Amidst those joys which cannot be expressed,  
Let those that live, his goodness imitate,  
And yield unto the course of mortal fate.    
FINIS.   

A FUNERAL ELEGY, IN THE SACRED MEMORY OF THE Right Reverend, Right Honourable and Learned Father in GOD, LANCELOT, Lord Bishop of Winchester, Deane of his Majesty's Chapel, Prelate of the Right Honourable Order of the Garter, and one of the Lords of his Maiestices most Honourable Privy COUNCIL: Who departed this life at his house in Southwark, on Monday the 25th. of September last, 1626., and was Honourably Interred in Saint Saviour's Church in Southwark, the XI. of November.  

TO THE WORSHIPFUL AND RELIGIOUS GENTLE. man, Mr. john Parker, Citizen of London, and of the worshipful Society of Merchant-taylors.  
Right Worthy Sir,  
IN these ingrateful days of ours, wherein men's merits are forgotten, with the expiration of the life; and that too many do glory, to leave happy or unhappy posterities behind them to ●●● their memories live when they are gone; or else put a vain hope of a long lasting same, by e●●●cting painted vainglorious Sepulchers, and marble Monuments, whilst small are the●●● ber of those that by Piety, Charity, Noble and virtuous Actions, and good life and conversation, ●● seek to attain the neverfading memory of Eternity, and true lmmortality, so that it is a doubt, wh●ther the death of the good, or the life of the bad, are most to be lamented: Yet although the true worth●● this deceased Right Reverend, Right Honourable and right Learned Father, (whom God in merry ●● taken from the evil to come) is of that invincible and impregenable strength, that the flattery or battle of future time cannot beat it down into the gulf of oblivion and forget fullness, yet (though we●● less) I in duteous love and reverence to the Dead, and true in affection to the living (amongst whom ●●●● of my departed Lords Friends and Servants, I am much endeared and obliged unto) I have set ●● rudely to paper, and as I could (though not as I should) I have as it were only looked into the Sui●●●● of a goodly City, tasted Manna afar off, and touched the skirts or hem of his meritorious virtues; wh●● I have made bold to dedicate to your Worship's grave and judicious view and censure, humbly desire your Worship to accept my intention more than my Labour, in hope whereof, I cease to enlarge my E●●● further, wishing you such happiness in this life, as is correspondent to your worth, and such, felicity in ●● life to come, as is laid up for good men in Heaven.  
Your Worships to command, JOHN TAYLOR   


A Silly Taper, or a Candle's light,  
Are vain additious to make Sol more bright:  
●●● can one little water-drop augment  
The mighty bounds of Neptune's continent:  
The raging Winds that threaten sea and shore,  
●●● one man's breath is not increased the more,  
●●● or can a handful of unstable sand,  
●●yse mounts of earth, or amplify the land.  
●●● that am (the meanest man of men)  
strain wanting learning, meaner for the pen,  
●th glimmering raper, or a drop of rain,  
●●not increase the light, enlarge the main,  
●●● any way in sitting terms set foth,  
●ght Reverend Winchester, Admired worth:  
●●●all the learned Poets of these day's  
●●ght write, and speak in his deserved praise,  
●●● spend their ink and paper, and their spirits,  
lapradd no fame or honour, ot his merits.  
●●●as pute snow shows whiter to the eye,  
●●●●hen coal-black Crows, or swarthy Ravens are by:  
●●●as the darkness makes light seem more clear,  
●●●will his Virtues in my lines appear.  
●●●speake his passage in this vale of strife,  
London he had being first and life:  
●hose Parents (as became their reputation)  
●●●bring him up in worthy education,  
●●● Prem brook. Hall in Cambridge witness will,  
●hereas his noble memory life's still.  
●passing on in this his moral race,  
●●ne'd by grace, from higher place to place,  
●●●to the Deanery of Westminster,  
●●●to this Bishopric of Chichester;  
●● james did next to Elye him prefer,  
●ich learned Prince made him his Almoner,  
●●● (by God's providence) nor his desire,  
●●●to Winchester translated higher;  
●●●of the Royal Chapel, and beside,  
Garters Prelate he was dignifide.  
●●●gracious james, did in his wisdom see,  
●●● worthy Lords upright integrity:  
●hom all loyal virtues were innate,  
●●●●him a privy Counsellor of State.  
●●●his honours still did higher grow,  
● mind in meek humility was low;  
●●●like a blessed Samuel, was he  
●yned from his infancy to be  
●iant soldier of Christ's faithful Camp,  
●in God Church a learned illustrious Lamp.  
●●●●at the lord to Abraham did say,  
From thy Country, and thy Kin away;  
●●●from thy Father's house I charge thee go,  
●●●Lord that I to thee will show:  
●is right reverend Lord, was from his youth  
●●●from the world, to Gods eternal truth,  
obeing one in Heau ' ns high business sent.  
●igh in this world, yet from the world he went.  
For though the world is, as 'tis understood,  
Man's native Country, as he's flesh and blood;  
Yet is his worldly part a prison foul,  
Wherein in bondage lies his purer soul,  
Which soul is heavenly, & makes heaven her aim,  
And here she's in the World, not of the same.  
So this deceased Subject of my muse,  
He lived and grieved to see the worldsabuse;  
And like a ●eremy, ●● had ●●●ments  
He sighed and grieved, bewaynng the events  
Which have, and do, and dad, ●● are like,  
Upon this woeful age of ours to strike.  
He saw and grieved a: what all men should grieve,  
How goodness small reipect, could here achieve;  
And how the chiefest good that men do crave,  
Is pomp and wealth, and rich appreil brave:  
How man will for his body have good food,  
Good fire, good clothes, good house, and, lodging good,  
And all the cares how these goods may be had,  
And few men cared though their souls be bad  
Thus the sraile World, & in pous ●●●  
Struck in his Christian heart, griefs deep impression,  
That all that worldly was he quite ●orgor,  
And used the World, as if he used it● o●:  
He (by the Spirit of God) perceived, plain,  
That all earth's pomp and glory is but vain;  
And therefore with a lowly mind and meek,  
He did Christ's righteousness kingdom seek:  
For which, (even as our Saviour's word is passed)  
His earthly treasures were upon him cast:  
For still the word of God confirmed shall be.  
I'll honour them (saith he) that honour me.  
His heart was free from an ambitious thought,  
No popular applause of men he sought;  
His pride was godly, a true Christian pride,  
To know Christ, and to know him crucified;  
And though frail men are with vain toys enticed,  
He withed to be dissolved to be with Christ.  
His charity was not in outward show,  
No Pharisey-like Trumpet ere did blow,  
To make the World applause with speech or pen,  
When he in pity pelped the wants of men.  
Two chollers in th' Universities,  
He (private) gave most bountiful supplies:  
To Prisoners he sent many a secret sum,  
And the receivers ne'er knew whence it comes  
God gave to him, and for his sake again  
He gave it back to help distressed men:  
Yet close and private, should his a mes still be,  
That God might have the glory, and not he.  
Where ere he lodged, or where his house he kept,  
His piety and charity ne'er slept:  
Where still his gifts hath clone and secret been,  
And (to the view of men) but seldom seen.  
When late our sins did Gods high wrath incense,  
That he destroyed us with the Pestilence;  
And that the poor did pine, the rich were fled,  
And Charity seemed buried with the dead;  
Then this true godly, honourable man,  
Did with a zeal and love most Christian:  
Knowing Saint Saviour's Parish to be darge,  
Oppressed with poor, and an excessive charge;  
Means small, necessity exceeding great  
Many to feed and little food to eater:  
In this extremity, this worthy Peer,  
Did in his charity so good appear,  
That by his bounty many souls were cherished.  
Which (but for him) undoubtedly bade perished.  
The like he did in succouring the distress,  
Of many places in his Diocese.  
He well remembered God had raised him high,  
In state of eminence and dignity;  
But yet his memory deserved more praise,  
Remembering to what end God did him rayset;  
For men all of Degrees, estates, and ranks:  
Will give to God some superficial thankes,  
Confessing he hath in their state them set;  
But yet the end wherefore, they quite forget,  
Therefore he well and wisely understood,  
That he had great promotions to be good;  
And that he was endued with earthly pelf,  
To give, and have least joy of it himself,  
And as a stoward just, what he possessed,  
He still distributed to the oppressed.  
And though man's merits challenge nothing can,  
Yet God so love's a just and righteous man;  
That here he life's with his protection guarded,  
And after with eternal life rewarded.  

a His Learning  His learning was approved to be such,  
As scarcely any one man had so much:  
Yet though in Scholarship he did excel,  
His chiefest honour was, he used it well.  
When Rome's chief champion famous Bellarmine,  
Employed his studies and his best engine.  
To prove the Papal dignity had power  
O'er Counsels, Fathers, King or Emperor,  
Or Church, or sacred text Cannonicall,  
Or any thing which we may mortal call;  
And that these errors printed were in Rome,  
And scattered, and divulged through Christondome:  
Then Winch●ster, did for the Gospels' right  
So learned; so gravely and profoundly write,  
His Book that was Tortus Tortortum called,  
Which made the Roman Clergy all appalled.  
He showed them there how vainly they did vaunt,  
How far from truth they were disconsonant:  
And how the Pope was proved the man of sin,  
Maugre his mighty Bulwark Bellarmine,  
Thus he (defending our Religion)  
Shaken Antichristian Romish Babylon,  
Proving our faith to be true Catholic,  
And in antiquity Apostolic.  
Indeed his learning so transcendent was,  
And did so farr'e my silly praise surpass,  
That I my wit and studies may confound,  
And in un Ocean bottom less be drowned.  
I'll therefore cease to touch that lofty strain,  
So fare above the Circuit of my brain;  
His chiefest learning was, God's Law he learned  
Whereby to live and dye he well discerned.  
As Malachy 
b Malachy 2.7. ●  of Priests did Prophecy,  
His lips preserved knowledge plenteously,  
That saving knowledge, which 
c Hills. ●●  john Baptist brought  
Salvation, and 
d Luke I. 77.  remitting sins he taught;  
Yea all his knowledge were to these intents,  
To know God and keep his Commandments.  
A single life he lived, but his desert,  
And virtue, was in singlnesie of heart:  
Well he knew Marriage or Virginity,  
Were (of themselves) no perfect sanctity;  
For misbelieving Infidels do either,  
Yet have no perfect holiness by neither:  
But where the gift of continence is given  
With single life, it is the grace of Heaven;  
And this blessed gift was still in him so ample,  
That he both lived and died a rare example.  
Thus lived he 70 years, just David's span,  
(Times circuit, for the Pilgrimage of man)  
And in a good age, David-like deecast,  
With 
e 1. Chron. 29.  Honour, Days and Riches fully blessed.  
And for more honour of his hoary hairs,  
Years graced his person, virtue graced his ye●●●  
His port and places were of eminence,  
But 'twas his goodness was their excellence:  
So that although his honour was complete,  
He graced it more in being good then great.  
His servants of a Master are deprived,  
Who shown himself to them whilst he suruin●●  
Not as an Austere Master, but still rather,  
A loving, and a well-beloved father:  
His love to them was in his gifts and cares,  
And their for him, is in their sighs and tears.  
Four brothers, and two sisters they were late,  
But three have finished their surviving date;  
Lancelot (the chief) Nicholas and Thomas, they  
Have left this transitory house of clay:  
And as from but one father they did spring,  
So in one house they had their finishing.  
But Roger, Mary, Martha, you are left,  
And though you of your brethren are bereavest,  
They are but gone, that you may come to them  
To Glory, to the new jerusalem.  
Yet God's your father, as he's theirs (in bliss)  
And jesus Christ to you a brother is.  
But note the prudence and the providence,  
This good man whom God bathe taken hence.  
●●well soresaw his body's dissolution,  
●● therefore for his goods just distribution,  
●●●●●●for his sole Executor elected  
●● (that like himself) the world respected:  
●●●s my Lord all earthly pomp did hate,  
●●did esteem this world at little rate:  
●● did venture love, and vice abhor,  
●● without doubt) doth his Executor:  
●●therefore he committed this great trust,  
●● he knew was honest, plain and just.  
●● for conclusion, for a final end,  
●●● time this Reverend Father did attend,  
winnew that he to Nature was a debtor,  
●● therefore longed to change this life for better.  
●● heart was open still to welcome Death,  
●● great desire was to expire his breath,  
●●new it is a passage must be past;  
●●ey that all flesh must go at last:  
●● of rest, a ceasing here to sin,  
●●d, where endless glory doth begin.  
●●though convulsions, sighs, and sickly groans,  
Our parents, friends, & kindred's tears and moans,  
The bells sad tolling, and the mourning weed,  
Makes Death more dreadful than it is indeed,  
Yet wise men all in general agree,  
'tis natural to dye, as borne to be,  
And as man cannot here avoid his birth,  
So shun he cannot his return to earth.  
The Pilgrimage, the race, the glass is run,  
The thread is spun, they victory is won;  
And Honourable Winchester is gone  
Unto the Lamb, that sits upon the Throne:  
For as I well have scanned upon his name,  
And of it made a double Anagram:  
(And Anagrams ofttimes include a fate)  
And 'tis no doubt but they explain his State,  
For having passed with troubles, griefs and cares,  
This transitory life, this vale of tears;  
Yet LANCELOT ANDREW'S name, doth this portend,  
All sure, All due content, Crowns all art end.    
FINIS.   

True loving Sorrow, ●●TTIRED IN A ROBE OF UNFEIGNED ●efe, presented upon occasion of the much bewailed Funeral that Gracious and Illustrious. Prince, LEWIS STEWARD, ●●e of Richmond and Linox, Earl of Newcastle and Darnely, Lord of Torbolt●n and ●●uen, Baron of Settrington, Knight of the Noble Order of the Garter, Lord High ●●●●irall, & great Chamberlain of Scotland, Lord high Steward to the Kings most ●●lent Majesties most Honourable Household, Gentleman of his Majesty's Bedchamber, ●●● one of his Majesty's most Honourable Privy Council for England and Scotland: who ●●●●departed this life at Whitehall, on Thursday the 12 of February 1624. whose obsequies were solemnly and Princely celebrated on Monday the 19 of April following, described in form as followeth. Dedicated generally to all his worthy Friends, and loving Servants; and particularly to that trusty and well-beloved Servant of his, Arthur Neassmith.  

ANd first my Muse finds, that his Grace's name Significantly makes an Anagram. LEWIS STEWARD. Anagram. VERTV IS WELL EASED. His Virtues such continual pains did take For King and Country, Church and people's sake; That for Earth's courtly toil, to him 'twas given, His VERTV IS WELL EASED t'the Court of Heaven.  
A Funeral Elegy.  
GReat God, that to thyself wilt take thine own,  
By sundry ways, and means to man unknown,  
Whose Eye of providence doth still perceive  
When, where, why, who to take, or else to leave,  
Whose mercy, and whose justice equal are,  
Both Infinite, to punish or to spare,  
All men do know, that men to dye are borne,  
And from the earth, must to the earth return.  
But Time and Circumstance conjecture may,  
For some great cause thou took'st this Duke away.  
Amongst us lurks so many a foul offence,  
Which gives thee cause to take good men from hence:  
And that this Prince was good as well as great  
His life and timeless loss doth well repeat.  
Devout and zealous to his God above:  
True to his King, as did his service prove:  
Discreet in Counsel, Noble in his mind,  
Most Charitablly, Honourably kind:  
So Affable, so Hopeful unto all,  
And so replete with virtues general,  
That we may say, This Land in losing him,  
Hath lost a gracious Peer, a prop, a limb.  
It must be true, that well he spends his days,  
Whose actions do attain all people's praise:  
And surely I suppose he doth not live,  
Who of this Duke a bad report can give.  
So full endued he was of all good parts,  
With Noble Courtesy he won all hearts,  
To love and honour his admired mind,  
So well addicted, and so well inclined,  
That as a Diamond in gold transfixed,  
His virtues with his greatness were so mixed,  
That he as one of an immortal Race,  
Made Virtue virtuous, and gave Grace to grace.  
Then since his goodness was so general,  
The loss of him is General unto all;  
This being true, let's recollect our spirits,  
And weigh his worth with our unworthy merits;   

The manner of the Funeral.  
8. Conductors with black staffs, & poor Gowns 10●  
Servants to Gentlemen and Esquires in Cloaks, 50.  
Servants to Knights, 46. Servants to Baroness, ●●  
Three Trumpeters.  
Then came the Standard, borne by Sir Ge●●  
Samms Knight, accompanied with an Officer of Arms  
The first Horse covered with black cloth, ●●● with Scutcheons, Shoffron and Plumes, ledly a gro●●  
Hear went servants to Baron younger Sons, ●●● some others of like quality, in number, 15.  
The servants to Knights of the Privy Councell,30.  
Servants to Earls younger Sons, 24.  
Servants to Viscounnts eldest Sons, 6.  
Then the Scholars of Westminster in ●oun●●  
Surplices, their Masters following in mourning Go●●  
Three Trumpeters.  
The Guiators borne by Sir Andrew Boyd Knight, ●●● companyed with an Officer of Arms.  
The second Horse led by a Groom, and furnished the former.  
Baron's servants, 60.  
Bishop's servants, 10.  
Earl's eldest Sons servants, 15.  
Viscount servants. 10.  
Marquis' eldest Sons servants.  
3 Trumpeters  
The Banker of the augmentation, borne by a kni●● companied with an Officer of Arms.  
The third Horse led by another Groom of his Gr●● Stable, furnished as the others. Earl's servant: ma●●● set and Duke's servants, The Lord Privy-seales Seruant●  
Precedent of the Cuoncell, 
Servant.  Lord Treasurers. 
Servant.  Lord Keepers, 
Servant.  And Lord Archbishops, 
Servant.   
3 Trumpeters. The Banner of Steward, borne by ●● john Steward accompanied with an Officer of Armest  
The fourth Horse said by a Yeoman of his Graces ●●●ble   


And then our frailties truly will confess,  
God took him hence for our unworthiness:  
Death was in Message from th'Almighty scent.  
To summon him to Heavens high Parliament,  
He changed his Gracious Title transitory,  
And (by the grace of God) attained true Glory;  
And as his King had his integrity;  
So did the Commons share his Clemency,  
Which was so pleasing to his Maker's sight,  
That bounteously he did his life requite,  
That Lamblike, mildly hence he took him sleeping,  
To his Eternal everblessed keeping.  
Thus as his name includes, so God is pleased,  
(From worldly sorrows) VERTV IS WELL EASED.  
No sickness or no physic made him languish,  
He lay not long in heart-tormenting anguish:  
But as God's fear was planted in his breast,  
●●●oat his Rest, God took him to his Rest.  
When like a good Tree, laden full of fruit,  
Of Grace, of Virtue, Honour, and Repute:  
Even in his best estate, too good for Earth,  
Then did his soul put on a second Birth.  
And though his part of frail mortality,  
Yet Monumental Marble here doth lie:  
As thousands weeping souls, with deep laments,  
●●●s his most woeful mourning Monuments,  
●●● daily see, whose visages do show  
That he's interred within their hearts below;  
Whose faces seem an Epitaph to bear,  
That men may Read who is entombed there.   

Epitaph.  
GOod, Gracious Great, Richmond & Linox Duke,  
God, King, and Country's servant here doth lie;  
●hose living Merits merit no rebuke,  
●●●● whose life's loss lamenting Memory,  
●●●●● hearts are groaning Graves of griefs and cares,  
●hich when we die, we'll leave unto our heirs.   

ME thinks the Sable Mourners did appear,  
As if in form they numbering Figures were;  
●●● 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9  
Whilst all that viewed, like cyphers did combine  
Their mourning with the Mourners to unite,  
Which made their Lamentations infinite.  
And Infinite are now his joys above,  
With the Eternal God of peace and love:  
Where, for a mortal Duke doom he hath won,  
(Through boundless merits of th'almighty's Son)  
●●● Kingdom that's immortal, where he sings  
perpetual praise unto the King of Kings.  
Thus what the Earth surrendered, heaven hath seized  
Most blessed LEWIS STEWARD,  
VERTV IS WELL EASED,    

ble furnished as the other.  
Servants to his Grace in Cloaks: Officers to his Grauce in Gowns.  
3 Trumpeters.  
The Banner of Steward, and the augmentation quartered with it, borne by a Baronet accompanied with a Herald of Arms.  
The 5 Horse led by a Yeoman of his Graces Stable, furnished as the former.  
Servants of sever all Offices in his Majesty's House, and other Esquires, his mistress' servants of good quality.  
The Gentlemen of his Majesty's Chapel in Surplaices and rich Copes, the Sergeant of the Vestry accompanying them Chaplains, Doctors of Physic, Doctors of Divinity, Knights, Gentlemen of the Privy Chamber, Gentlemen of the Bedchamber to the Prince: Baronet's, Baron's younger sons: Knights of the Privy-councell, Viscounts eldest sons: a Velvet cushion cart●ed by an Esquire, The controller, Treasurer, Steward, and Chamberlain to his Grace, bearing white Staffs, Barons of Ireland, Scotland and England, Bishops, Earl's eldest Sons, Viscounts, Earls of Scotland, and England, The Duke of Linox eldest Son, The Archbishop of Canterbury, The Mace, The Purse, The jora Keeper, Preacher, Sergeant Trumpeter, and four Trumpets, The Great Banner borne by an Earl's Son: accompanied with an Herald, The chief mourning Horse covered with black Velvet, and garnished with Eschochens of Tassata, with Shaffron and Plumes, led by Mr. Harton Clavell, His Grace's Hatchinements borne as followeth. The Gauntlets and Spurs, The Helm and Crest, and the Sword borne by three Heralds, The Targe and Coat of Arms, borne by two Kings of Arms. Then the ●●uely Effigies or representation of his Grace, drown in a Chariot by six goodly Horses, garnished as the former, covered with a Canopy of black Velvet, The Pall supported two Earls Sons, and two Marquis' Sons, The Fo●●● going on each side the Chariot, and likewise ten small Banners, carried by 10. Knights, 5 of Scotland, and 5 of England, round about the Chariot, two Principal Gentlemen riding at his head and feet in the said Chariot. Then followed Garter principal King of Arms, accompanied with a Gentleman ● sher, who went bareheaded, the Duke of Linox chief Mourner, The Lord Treasurer, and Lord Precedent of the Council, his supporters, 10 other Assistants, The Lord Privy Seal, and Duke of Buckingham, The Marquis Hamilton, and Earl Martial, The Lord Chamberlain of his Majesty's House, and the E. of Sussex, the E. of Southampton, and E. of Essex, the E. of Salisbury, and E. of Exeter, The Mr of the Horse to his Grace in close mourning, leading the Horse of Honour, ●●●●●● furnished. Thus past this sad show from his Grace's House in Holborn to Westminster, where the Funeral Rites being solemnly ended, his Grace's lively Effigies was le●● in the Abbey of St. Peter, under a Rich Hearse.   
FINIS   

GREAT BRITAIN ALL IN BLACK, OR, A short Elegy written in the manner of Aequivoques, in a sad and dutiful remembrance of the Royal Prince HENRY.  

OH for a Quill of that Arabian Wing,  
That's hatched in embers of Sun-kindled fire,  
Who to herself, herself doth issue bring,  
And three in one, is Young, and Dam, and Sire.  
Oh, that I could to Virgil's vein aspire,  
Or Homer's Verse the golden-languaged Greek,  
In polished phrases I my lines would tire,  
Into the depth of Art my Muse would seek.  
Mean time she amongst the linguished Poets throngs;  
Although she want the help of Foreign Tongues.   

TO write great Britain's woe how am I able?  
That having lost a peerless Princely Son,  
So wise, so grave, so stout, so amiable,  
Whose Virtues shined as did the midday's Sun,  
And did illustrate all our Hemisphere,  
Now all the world affords not him his fere.   

His Royal mind was evermore disposed,  
From virtue unto virtue to accrue:  
On good deserts his bounty he disposed,  
Which made him followed by so brave a crew,  
That though himself was peerless, many a Peer,  
As his Attendants, daily did appear.   

In him the Thunderers braine-borne daughter Pallas  
Had ta'en possession, as her native Clime:  
In him, and his terrestrial heavenly Palace,  
Was taught how men by virtuous deeds shall climb,  
So that although his years were in the spring,  
He was true honour's Fount and valour's Spring.   

So firm, so stable, and so continent,  
So wise, so valiant, and so truly chaste;  
That from his Microcosmos continent,  
All heau'n-abhorred hel-hatched lust was chased:  
He ran no vicious vice alluring grace,  
To stain the glory of his Royal race.   

His soul, from whence it came, is gone, again,  
And earth hath ta'en, what did to earth belong:  
He whilom to this Land was such a Gain,  
That memory of his loss must deeds belong.  
All states and sexes, both the young and grave,  
Lament his timeless going to his Grave.   

Man-murdring death, blind, cruel, fierce and fell,  
How dost thou gripe him in thy meager arms!  
By thy rude stroke this Prince of Princes fell,  
Whose valour braved the mighty God of Arms:  
Right well in peace, he could of peace debate:  
Dreadless of dreadful danger or debate.   

Robustuous rawboned monster death, to tear  
From us our happy hope we did enjoy:  
And turn our many joys to many a tear,  
Who else might joyfully have lived in joy!  
As wind on thousands all at once doth blow,  
By his death's stroke so millions feel the blow.   

Well could I wish, (but wishing is in vain)  
That many millions, and amongst them I  
Had slueed the bloods from every flowing vein,  
And vented floods of water from each eye:  
T'have saved the life of this Majestic Heir,  
Would thousand souls had wandered in the air   

But cease, my Muse, thou fare unworthy art  
To name his name, whose praise on high doth mount  
Leave. (leave I say) this task to men of Art,  
And let his soul rest to sweet Zions' Mount:  
His Angel spirit hath bid the world adieu,  
And earth hath claimed his body as a due.   

Epitaph.  
Here under ground great HENRY'S corpse doth be,  
If God were pleased, I wish it were a lie.   
JOHN TAYLOR   

THE MUSES MOURNING: OR, FUNER ALL SONNETS ON THE Death of JOHN MORAY Esquire.  

TO THE WHOLE AND ENTIRE NUMBER OF THE Noble and Ancient name of Morayes, john Taylor dedicates these sad Funeral Sonnets.   


Sonnet. 1.  
When King Corbredus wore the Scottish Crown,  
The Romans did the Britain Land afflict:  
But Corbred joined confederate with the Pict,  
By whom Queen ●eadaes foes were overthrown.  
The Morayes, then, to have their valour known,  
Did first the Roman forces contradict:  
And made them render up their lives so strict,  
That horse and foot, and all were beaten down.  
Lo thus began the Morayes honoured Race,  
Of memorable Ancient worthy fame:  
And since the five and fiftieth year of Grace,  
●● Scotland hath survived that noble name.  
To whom alive, and to my dead friends hear so,  
In duty here I consecrate this verse.  
He that is ever obliged to your Noble name: JOHN TAYLOR.   

Sonnet. 2.  
Weep everlastingly, you Nymphs divine,  
Your very Quintessence is waste and spent:  
Sigh, groan and weep, with woeful languishment,  
Dead is the life that made your Glories shine.  
The heavenly numbers of your Sacred nine,  
He tuned as an Etherial Instrument,  
So sweet, as if the Gods did all consent  
In him their Consort wholly to combine.  
Weep, Muses, everlastingly lament,  
Eclipsed is your Sire Apollo's shrine:  
Grim Death, the life hath from your Champion rend,  
And therefore sigh; groan, weep, lament and pine:  
And let the Laurel rot, consume and whither,  
Die, Muses, and be Tombd with him together.   

Sonnets. 3.  
FRom two strong jails thy corpse & ●on●● acquitted,  
The one compact of flesh, and blood and bone:  
The other unrelenting senseless stone,  
By God to one by man to one committed.  
I ever did expect a happy time,  
When thou shouldst shake by bondage from thy backer:  
I ever hoped that thy unwilling crime  
Would be forgot, and thou secured from wrack.  
For this I wished and prated both day and night:  
I only aimed to have thy body freed,  
But heaven (beyond my reason) had decreed,  
Soul, body, both at once to free thee quite.  
Thou in thy life hast passed a world of trouble,  
But death from double jails hath freed thee double.   

Sonnet. 4.  
COrruption, Incorruption hath put on;  
Immortal, weak mortality is made:  
Earth's woe hath gained a happy heavenly throne,  
By death, life dies, by life death's force doth fade.  
Though death kill life, yet life doth conquer death,  
Death but puts off our Rags of shame and ●ine:  
When for a moment's an eternal breath,  
Life (passing through the door of death) doth win.  
This thou well know'st (my much beloved friend)  
And therefore thou didst dare death to his worst,  
But he (much busied) could not thee attend,  
Or durst not, till thy cares thy heart had burst.  
And then the slave came stealing like a thief,  
And against his will, did give thy woes relief.   

Sonnet. 5.  
THou fortunes football, whom she used to toss,  
From wrong to wrong, from woe to woe again:  
From grief rebounding back to pinching pain,  
As't please the blindfold Dame to bless or cross:  
But thou, unmoved with either gain or loss,  
Nor joy, nor care, could vex they constant brain:  
Thou smil'dst at all her buffets with disdain,  
And all her favours thou esteem'dst as dross;  
Her and her Favourites thou still didst deem  
Just as they are, not as they seem to be:  
Her Minions all as fools thou didst esteem,  
And that's the cause she would not favour thee:  
Then since such reckoning she of fools doth make:  
Would thou hadst been one, for her favours sake.   

Sonnet. 6.  
'tIs written in the ever living Word,  
(The Rule and Square that men should live thereby)  
Afflictions are the tuchstones of the Lord.  
By which he only doth his servants try.  
Then Noble Moray, thou hadst many a tuch,  
And still the patience good and currant proved,  
Thy manly carriage in thy griefs were such,  
Which made thee (more than much) admired and loved.  
What year, what month, week, day or fading hour,  
Wherein some mischief did thee not befall?  
Yet had Affliction over thee no power  
To conquer thee, but thou didst conquer all.  
Unnumbered times thou wast both touched and tried,  
And in thy Maker's fear and favour died.   

Sonnet. 7.  
Weep heart, weep eyes, weep my unable pen,  
In tears of blood, of water, and lake:  
With bread of sorrow, and afflictions drink  
I live, for I have lost a man of men.  
Yet heart, eyes, pen, dry up your tears again,  
He is not lost, he's rather newly found:  
Enfranchised from a doleful thievish den,  
And with a rich Immortal Crown is crowned,  
Then hart, eyes, pen, no more with tears be drowned.  
Weep not for him that doth rejoice for ever:  
Yet this again my comfort doth confound,  
he's lost to me, and I shall find him never.  
Then weep Muse, heart, eyes, pen lament and weep●  
My joys are buried in eternal sleep.   

Sonnet. 8.  
Sleep, gentle spirit, in Eternal rest,  
Free from all heart-tormenting sorrow sleep:  
Whilst I do vent from my care-crazed breast,  
Hart-wondring sighs that there their mansion keep●●  
And let my groans from out that Caverne deep,  
With lamentations and cloud-cracking thunder,  
And let mine eyes an Inundation weep,  
Let sighs, groans, tears, make all the world to wonder,  
I mean my little Microcosmo world,  
Sigh storms, groan thunder, weep a flood of tearest  
Through every part of me, let grief be hurled,  
That whosoever my lamenting hairs,  
May moon (with me) the cause of this my Ditty,  
Or if not moon with me, vonchsafe to pity,   

Sonnet. 9  
SInce cursed fates have fatally decreed  
To toss and tumble harmless Innocence:  
And all the crew of hell's abortive breed  
Have glutted Envy's maw, by law's defence:  
Yet God whose knowledge knows the least offence,  
Who all things sees, with his all-searching eye,  
Doth with his glorious great omnipotence,  
Right wronged wrongs, & hears his servants cry,  
His mercy's not immured within the sky,  
But freely he doth pour it down on earth:  
He with afflictions scourge his sons doth try,  
And when he pleases, turns their moan to mirth,  
And though man life's in care, and dies in sorrow,  
A heavy evening brings a joyful morrow.   

Sonnet. 10.  
WEll hast thou run in this ●y weary race,  
Well hast thou fought with Satan hand to hand:  
thoust won the Goal, and gained the blessed Land,  
That's neither limited with time or place.  
There thou attendest on the th●●●●●●e of Grace,  
There Angels, and Archangels sweetly sing:  
Eternal praises to th'eternal King,  
And see the glorious brightness of his face.  
All this I (doubt not) but thou w●ll hast done,  
Not of thyself (with shameful sin pollated)  
But thy Redeemer hath the comeliest won,  
And unto thee the victorie's imputed.  
He paid the score, and cancelled all thy bands,  
And gave thee to his blessed Father's hands.   

Sonnet. 11.  
NOw may you thieving Poets filch and steal:  
Without controlment breaking Priscian's pate:  
For he that whilom could your theft reveal,  
Your Critic, and your Hypercriticke late.  
Now may you cog and lie and swear and prate,  
And make your idle verses lame and halt:  
For by the power of eviternall Fate,  
he's gone that could and would correct each fault.  
But you have greatest cause to moan his want.  
You sacred heavenly Sisters (three times thrice)  
He from your Gardens, could all weeds supplant,  
And replant fruits and flowers of pecrelesse price;  
He kept (unbroke) your Numbers, Tips & Tropes:  
But now he's dead, dead are your only hopes.   

Sonnet. 12.  
AS Solon, to rich hapless Croesus said,  
No man, is happy till his life doth end:  
The proof in thee so piainly is displayed,  
As if he thy Nativity had kend.  
What mortal miseries could mischief send,  
But thou therein hast had a triple share:  
As if Calamities their powers should bend,  
To make thy Corpse a treasure-house of care?  
Yet fell Adversity thou didst outdare,  
And valiantly against storms of woe resisted:  
Love of the world they mind could not ensnare,  
Thou knewst wherein the best of best consisted.  
And as old Solon said, so I agree,  
Death makes men happy, as it hath done thee.   

Sonnet. 13.  
NO 〈…〉 Trophy Virtue needs,  
And good report a marble Tomb outweares:  
●●●●● plays the Herald, & proclaims men's deeds,  
Her Trumpets Thrill sound the spacious world hears.  
And such an universal Tomb hast thou,  
Borne on the tops of thousand thousand tongs:  
Thy living merit doth thy name allow  
A Monument for ever, which belongs  
To none but such as whilom was thyself,  
Who used the world as if they used it not:  
And did acknowledge misbegorten pelf.  
Must (like the getters of it) rust and rot.  
And such a living Tomb thy Corpse inherit,  
A good report, according to thy merit.   

Sonnet. 14.  
HAd I the skill of Homer, Maro, Naso,  
Or had I that Admired ornated style  
Of petrarch, or the brave Italian Tasso,  
I could not overmuch thy praise compile.  
But as I am (alas and woe the while)  
A poor unlearned silly simple swain:  
At whose attempt the world with scorn will smile,  
And flout th'unshapen issne of my brain.  
But duty bids me launch into this Main,  
Though my performance be but weak of store,  
Yet worthy minds this goodness do retain,  
Not to despise the service of the poor.  
I loved him living, and my love to show,  
My least and last poor love I here bestow.    
FINIS.   

A FUNERAL ELEGY: DEPLORING THE DEATH OF THE TRUE Pattern, Patron, and mirror of Honour, the Right Honourable Lord, JOHN RAMSEY, Lord Discount HADINGTON, Earl of holderness, Who departed this life on Tuesday, the 24 of january last, and was buried in the Abby-Church of Westminster on Tuesday the last of February following.  

 
Haee dextra vindex, Principis & Patriae,   

An A R M E and hand (well ARMED  
With HEAVENLY might)  
That gripes a just drawn SWORD,  
thrust through a HEART;  
Adorned with a ROYAL DIADEM:  
This, and this Motto was his own by right,  
Given by his SOVEREIGN for his just desert,  
And in his Coat of ARMS inserted them.  
His right Hand did revenge, and over came,  
His Prince and Country's foes, and purchased fame.   

TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE and virtuous Lady, the LADY MARTHA, Countess of holderness.  
RIght Honoured Madam, to your noble view,  
These lines of grief, with grief I dedicate:  
Not that I would your cares a fresh renew,  
Or any way your sorrows aggravate.  
Of you put please to read what I relate,  
My hope is, that your grieved heart shall find  
Some things that may your woe extenuate,  
And add some comfort to your care-crazed mind,  
And as you still have nobly been inclined,  
To bear with Christian patience every cross:  
So be that Virtue still to you combined,  
Supporting you, to undergo this loss.  
Thus craving pardon, I the heavens implore,  
To make your sorrowers less, your comfort more.  
JOHN TAYLOR.   

A Sonnet of true and notable observations, upon feven several Tevesdayes.  
Upon a Tuesday he his Birth began.  
Upon a Tuesday he his baptisms had,  
Upon a Tuesday he his Honour ● anne,  
Upon the Gowries, (whose intents were bad.)  
Upon a Tuesday he at first did wed  
The Noble Sussex daughter, who deceased:  
Upon a Tuesday than he married  
Sir William Cockains C●alde, by heaven's behest.  
Upon a Tuesday he d●ataste Death's Cup,  
And to his blessed Redeemer gave his spirit.  
Upon a Tuesday he was closed up  
Within his Tomb, which doth his Corp● inherit.  
Thus upon Tuesdays 'twas his lot to have,  
Birth, Baptism, Honour, two Wives, Death & Grave.   

A FUNERAL ELEGY.  
YOu Poets all, where is your Art become?  
Are you all tong-tied? are your Muse's duin  
Or are your sorrows in your breasts so shut  
That you your pens to paper cannot put?  
Can neither duty, or your love express,  
The lamentable loss of holderness?  
Alas! I know, that you do know, his Worth  
Was fare beyond your skills to blazon forth,  
And that when you had done what could be done,  
It had been as a Taper to the Sun.  
He was an Ocean, for whose sake I know,  
A dry invention may with plenty flow:  
He was a well manured fertile field,  
Which to a barren wit would harvest yield:  
He was a Subject of transcendent size,  
Beyond each vulgar pen to Poetize:  
And though I know myself unworthy fare,  
With my poor Glow-worm Muse, t'attend this Star:  
Yea, though I cannot as I would indite,  
Attribute here I offer up my mite,  
Which in his Noble Treasury I throw,  
My latest Duty that I can bestow.  
And well I hope these lines of m●ne shall last,  
When as his Tomb by Time shall be defaced,  
Yea, though I had no hope to hue so long,  
To write his Epicedia●, or Death's song:  
Yet since God so decrees, this Elegy  
My duty, love, and thankes, shall testify.  
How can the World but be in Honour poor,  
Since it in losing him, hath lost such store?  
Or how can Virtue hope to live and thrive,  
he's dead, whose life preserved her alive,  
Religion was his Tutoress, and his Matron,  
And unto her he was a zealous Patron;  
Tru● Charity beloved with him did live,  
And (to the poor) his Glory was to give.  
Yet was his bounty from the world so hid;  
His right hand know not what his left hand did;  
So that his carriage, and his Noble parts,  
justly deserved, and firmly kept men's hearts,  
That his true praise great Britain's Bounds did fill,  
And no man e'er had cause to wish him ill.  
His merits (through Heaven's favour) did afford,  
That Heldernesse had every man's good word,  
For though the world doth undergo this curse,  
That every day it waxeth worse and worse:  
He had a Noble and a Christian way,  
Whereby his life was bettered every day.  
For to his end, even from his days of youth,  
His time did fade, but goodness still had growth,  
So as his life did wear, his Virtue grew,  
And Grace did daily still more Grace renew.  
He was no diving Politician,  
Or proiect-seeking Monopolitan.  
He ne'er provoked the silly orphans cries,  
Nor filled with tears the woeful widow's eyes,  
But as his Prince's favour he did merit,  
He used it with such modesty of Spirit,  
That though he might almost have what he would,  
Yet in such bounds he his demands did hold,  
Which Honour and his Conscience did restrain,  
That Prince or people never could complain.  
So as his life was all good men's content,  
His death doth generally make all lament;  
Much like a fruitful piece of land well tilled,  
Or as a Box with precious ointment filled,  
Even so his Actions and his Conversation  
Pleased, pleasured and much honoured all our Nation.  
And though that Honours do change mannees much,  
Yet sure in him th'effects were never such:  
Though merit, and the king's benignity,  
Did raise him unto Noble dignity,  
Though he in Titles was promoted high,  
Yet still his mind retained Humility,  
That though desert had made his honours more,  
His mind was raised no higher than before.  
Promotion with humility combined  
A losty Title, and a lowly mind.  
These Virtues are exceeding great and rare,  
And not by many men possessed are,  
And yet in him these gifts were so apparent,  
As if they had been natural inherent.  
For had he been with love of Pride endowd,  
He had the means that might have made him proud.  
He ne'er esteemed Court complementing bubbles,  
Nor cared he for the flattering Knee that doubles:  
He knew it was Ambitions only end,  
To mount up higher when it seems to bend,  
And therefore he these frothy toys did shun:  
(Not fit for men, but Monkeys to be done)  
And in his actions showed himself to be  
Full of plain, honest, true integrity:  
He every way himself did so demean,  
That from his harvest good and bad might glean  
Instructions to direct, and good directions  
How to instruct their follies fond affections  
No doubt but God did him preordinate,  
To be a special blessing to the State,  
By constellation and Heaven's Influence,  
Marked for remarked service for his Prince:  
For all his youth almost to manly age,  
He was to Royal james a trusty Page,  
When as his conversation and behaviour,  
Gained and retained his Sovereign's special savour.  
In our Redemptions sixteenth hundred year,  
Then did his service happily appear  
Then did he prove himself Heaven's instrument,  
His Gracious Master's murder to prevent,  
Upon that day of famous memory,  
Of Gowries' wrack, and black Conspiracy.  
That day of note (which ne'er shall be forgot)  
That fist of August, 'twas his lucky lot  
To kill a brace of Traitors, at the time  
When as they were in action of the crime.  
For when the younger brother of the twain,  
In murderous manner would the king have slain:  
When nothing could his treachery divert,  
But that he vowed to stab his Sovereign's heart,  
The Whilst the King and he with eager will  
Were striving, one to save, and one to kill,  
So long that bustling both 'twixt life and death,  
They both were tired and almost out of breath,  
The king, (like Daniel in the Lion's Den)  
As 'twere by miracle preserved then,  
Then Noble Ramsey was by God appointed,  
To save his Sovereign, and the Leras Anointed;  
For he (by God's direction) found a way,  
Where they were feussting, and without delay,  
He straight made Alexander Remthen feel  
The force and fury of revenging steel.  
For with three stabs he did the Traitor wound,  
And cast him down the stairs (an Act renowned)  
When straight Earl Gowry found his brother slain,  
With two drawn swords ran up the stairs amain,  
Well-knowing of his life's approaching date,  
Infused with rage and madness desperate,  
Laying about him like a demy-divell,  
With purpose to conclude his last act evil:  
With many a furious stroke and ill-meant thrust,  
He madly did his best to do his worst,  
Whilst this deceased Lord a Bulwark stood,  
And wounded, Nobly spent his Noble blood,  
And with a thrust most fortunate and fierce,  
He with his sword the Earl's heart through did pierce.  
This happy service of most high esteem,  
Was but his duty, as himself did deem,  
Yea, though it was an action meritorious,  
Yet self-opinion made him not vainglorious,  
To arm or sword did he no praise impute,  
Nor to his courage stour and resolute.  
But thanking God that had him so directed,  
Whereby this worthy service was effected,  
Attributing all praise and Majesty  
To God that made him means of victory.  
Thus he like one of David's Worthies then.  
Gained at one time the love of God and men:  
Of God, for his humility of heart,  
Of men, for his good service and desert.  
Consider you these mournful lines that read,  
Think but how much true Nobleness is dead,  
Which having pondered well, who can forbear,  
But for his lofle to spend a sigh or tear?  
For all that loved King james, must likewise love  
Him, whose good service did so faithful prove,  
Who loved his master so, that men might see  
That from him long he could not sundered be;  
And as he truly on him here attended.  
So knowing him to higher state ascended,  
To make his loyalty the more appear,  
He left this world, to wait upon him there.  
Each honest Britain in his loss hath share,  
The grief is universal, and the care  
Hath ta'en possession of both high and low,  
Even from the Royal Throne unto the Plough.  
The King hath lost a servant true and just,  
●● whom he might reposc especial trust,  
And his companions Peers have lost a friend,  
Whose virtues very few men could transcend:  
His honourable Countess she hath lost  
The comfort where her joy consisted most:  
His Nobles father ' in laws are full of grief,  
And are (in sorrows) equal with the chief:  
His worthy honoured brethren are possessed,  
With each of them a sad and grieved breast:  
And From his servants, death a Lord hath ta'en,  
Whose like they have no hope to find again.  
His kindred all are filled with sad laments.  
His friends are fraught with woe and discontents,  
His friends (say I) alas, he had no foes,  
And therefore all are partners in these woes.  
I, in particular am now deprived  
Of him who formerly when he survived,  
Did cause King james of his especial grace,  
On me (desertless) to bestow a place,  
Which makes me in these poor sad lines express  
My love, my duty, and my thankfulness:  
Thus as the waves each other hath in chase,  
So is our life in this our mortal race:  
Through many changes from nativity,  
We gain our manhood or maturity:  
And this dear Lord before his Winter's age,  
At mid-time was abridged his Pilgrimage,  
Yet to the world it very plain appears,  
His age was more in goodness then in years.  
Thus every one may for his loss complain,  
All losers, only Heaven and he did gain.  
His mortal race he here so well did run,  
That good report and love his life hath won.  
The glorious host of Heaven hath gained a spirit,  
(Through his firm faith in his Redeemers merit)  
And he an earthly Earldom hath forgone,  
For true content, and an immortal Throne.  
He lived the life of Grace whilst he was here,  
And therefore hath the life of Glory there.  
He through th'assistance of his Maker's might,  
Hath fought a good, a valiant, Christian fight,  
And now enshrined in everlasting bliss,  
He from his house of Clay advanced is,  
His course he ran so in this vale of strife,  
That he hath won, and wears a Crown of life;  
Of true eternal happiness possessed,  
Whilst we with cares and sorrows are oppressed.  
FINIS.   

JOHN RAMSEYE Anagramma. HONER'S I AIM, MY HONER'S AY.  
TO VIRTUE, and to HONOUR once in Rome,  
Two stately Temples there erected was,  
Where none might unto Honour's Temple come,  
But first through VERTVES' Temple they must pass.  
Which was an Emblem, and a Document,  
That men by virtue must true honour win,  
And that, that HONOUR shall be permanent,  
Which only did from Virtue first begin.  
Thus was this Noble Lords high Honour won,  
Through Virtue, and by Virtue it increased:  
And though his mortal Pilgrimage be done,  
Yet shall his Honour never be deceased.  
And as for him, his Anagrams do say.  
HONER'S I AIM; Therefore MY HONER'S AY    

THE WATER-CORMORANT.  

DEDICATED TO GENTLEMEN, AND THOSE THAT ARE GENTLE.  
Which nay scene, fierce, or Printers ●●● work when a ●●●●●● into the Proof, yet Cormorant oppress, and therefore worthy to the pressed; but mu Cormorant hath neither ●●● his ●●●●●●●●. ●● smooth the fai of the ●●● wor stopped his mouth to ●●●●●●●● tuous: I have thought good to sympathze ●●● and I have done my best to handle it in a fatable ●●●●.  
The Cormorant is nost castly unduced to ass●●●●, nor I to stattery. J. s best serunce is harsh and unsectable, so is my style. His biting is sharp and piercing, so is my phrase. His thro●●● wide and spacious, my subject is spa●●ous. His colour is black, Id sooner deeds of licknesse. He grabs and spuddles for his prey in muddy holes and obscure caverns, my Muse ferrus hase debaushed wretches in their swmsh dens. He like the Crocodile moves the upper chap, thus Treatise condemns that beasts dissmula●●. he's swallows down his meat without taste, this book distastes such as sin without touch of conscience.  
The odds is, my Cormorant's appetite is limited, but must of there's is unsatable.  
I aim not at such men's ●●● as may fall by msirmty, for that were the Esop's crab, to offer to teach others to go right, going crooked myself.  
Detraction is private wounding of means name, and flattery and a devourer of men alone. If I can sail betwixt these two, and not be spht, I shall arrive at my desired [part.  
In my passage I shall have Polypheme casting rocks to sink me, Critics misconstrung my words. like spider's sucking poison out of wholesome flowers.  
But from these Antipodes to goodness, by their A●●●besis to ●●●●, I appeal to my conference, which it a witness to me that can neither accese or condomme me.  
Fayme at none but such as de●uoure others, and set make thirst to keep themselves out of thereach of Law, I name none personally, and therefore with the faults, to amend with silence, rather thereby rubbing off a spot to make a hole in the whole cloth, for I leave glean enough to make a second part if need require. Such stomaches as cannot digest this doth, ●● me rather de to them a Choke-pear them a Gudgeon.  
There is no degree of man or woman, whatsoever, from the Court to the Cottage, or from the Palace to the Plough, but many make good ease of this Poem, either for merry recreation, or utees defamation: and in a word, if it please the ●●●●● or be any way profitable for the confirming of the good, or reforming the bad, I have then my full recompense, with the effect of my intentous and wishes.  
JOHN TAYLOR   

THE WATER-CORMORANT HIS COMPLAINT: Against a Brood of Land-CORMORANTS. Divided into fourteen Satyrs.  

1 A jesuite.  
2 A Separatist.  
3 A Trust-breaker.  
4 A Drunkard.  
5 A prodigal Gallant.  
6 An Extortioner and Broker.  
7 A Basket-Iustice.  
8 A Cut purse.  
9 A good and bad Constable.  
10 A Sergeant and jailor.  
11 A Patron and his Clerk.  
12 A Country Yeoman.  
13 A Figure-Stinger.  
14 A Lawyer, and Vndershrive.   

My Cormorant against these doth inveigh,  
And proves himself much better fare than they.   

A jesuite.  
THE ARGUMENT.  
King-killing Monsters out of Heaven's mouth spewed,  
Cators, and Butchers, unto Rome and Flell:  
The bane of Youth and Age, in blood imbrowed:  
Perditions gulf, where all foul Treasons dwell.  
Lands, lives, and Souls under the saving style  
Of JESUS, they devour, confound, beguile.  

IN setting down this Sect of blood compact,  
Me thinks I see a tragic Scene in act:  
The Stage all hanged with the sad death of Kings,  
From whose bewailing story sorrow springs.  
The Actors dipped in crueltre and blood,  
Yet make bad deeds pass in the name of good.  
And kindling new Commotions, they conspire  
With their hot Zeal, to set whole Realms on fire,  
As 'twas apparent when they did combine,  
Against us, in their fatal Powder-Mine.  
All Hell for that black Treason was ploughed up,  
And mischief drank deep of damnation's cup:  
The whole vast Ocean sea, no harbour grants  
To such devouring greedy Cormorants,  
In the wide gulf of their abhorred designs  
Are thoughts that find no room in honest minds.  
And now I speak of Rome even in her Sea,  
The jesiutes the dangerous whirlpools be,  
Religions are made Waves, that rise and fall  
Before the wind or breath Poutisicall,  
The Pope sends storms forth, severs or combines.  
According to his mood, it raines or shines;  
And who is ready to put all his will  
In execution, but the jesuite still.  
Nor hath his Cormorant long ta'en degree,  
For Esacus more ancient is then he:  
Years thousands since Troy's son he was created,  
And from a man but to a Bird translated,  
Whereas the jesuite derives descent  
But from Ignatius Loyala, that went  
For a maimed Spanish soldier, but herein  
The difference rises, which hath ever been:  
From Man to Bird, one's changed shape began,  
The other to a Devil from a Man.  
Yet here in these wide mawed Esacians,  
May Well agree with these Ignatians,  
First black's the colour of the groody Fowl,  
And black's the jesuits' habit like his soul,  
The bird is lean though oft he be full crawed,  
The Iesuit's hatchet faced, and wattle jawed,  
The Cormorant (as nature best be fits)  
Still without chewing doth deucure whole bits,  
So jesuits swallow many a Lordly living,  
All at a gulp without grace or thanksgiving.  
The birds throat (gaping) without intermission,  
Resembles their most cruel Inquisition,  
From neither is, Nonest redemptio,  
For what into the Corm'rants' throat doth go,  
Or jesuits Barrathrum doth once retain,  
It ne'er returns fit for good use again.  
Eighty years since he stole the Epithet  
From JESUS, to be called a jesuite.  
But I could find him out a style more right,  
From judas to be named Iscari●●●e,  
Though Paul the third their title did approve,  
Yet he confirmed their number that above  
Three score they should not be, and yet we see,  
How much increased now the vipers be,  
T●at many a thousand Christian lies and groans,  
Under the slavery of these devilish drones,  
And he that knows but truly what they are,  
Will judge a Cormorant's their better fare.    

A Separatist.  
THE ARGUMENT.  
Here earth and hell have made a false commixion,  
Of painted Zeal, and holiness, and love:  
Of Faith, of Hope, of Charity, (in fiction)  
In smoke and shadows as the fruits do prove,  
Hypocrisy, which long prayers dorb repeat,  
D●oureth Widows, and poor Orphans cheat.  

NOw enters next to play his Oily part  
A Saive in tongue, but a rough devil in heart:  
●●● that so smoothly swallows his prey down,  
Without wrath shown, or any seeming frown.  
You'd think him when he does't, in a Psalm,  
Or at his prayers, hee'sfo mild and calm:  
No noise, no trouble to his conscionce cries,  
For he devours his prey with heaved up eyes.  
Stands most demurely swallowing down his bit,  
And licks his lips with long grace after it.  
This Bell-wether (sit reverence) leads the flocke,  
After his sense grafted in errors stock,  
This reverend Barrabas, a Button-maker,  
Himself with trusty Demas his partaker,  
fleets with their Brethren, Chore, Abiram, Dathan,  
And tear me our Church the Synagogue of Satan.  
Wise Balaanz, Nabal, Esan, Ishmael,  
Tertullus, Theudas, and Ao●itophed,  
Phyge●●us, Himereus, and Philetus,  
(A crew of turne-coates that desire to cheat us)  
These fellows with their ample folio graces,  
With mumping chaps, and counterfeited faces,  
Though they like shotten herrings are to see,  
Yet such tall Soldiers of their teeth they be,  
That two of them like greedy Cormorants,  
D●●oures more than fix honest Protestants.  
When privately a sister and a brother  
Do meet, there's dainty doings with each other:  
There's no dulay, they ne'er stand shall I shall I,  
Hermogenes with Da●i●● doth dally:  
And Simei with Saphira will dispute,  
That nine months after the doth bear the fruit.  
When Zimri kissing jezabel doth greet,  
And Cozbi with her brother C●am, oh sweet,  
'Tis fit to try (their humours to refresh)  
A Combat 'twixt the spirit and the flesh:  
Provided that they do it secretly,  
So that the wicked not the same ●py:  
These youths deride the Sutplesie, Cross and Ring.  
The knee at Sacrament or any thing  
The Church holds Reverend, and to testify  
Their bastardy, the Fathers they deny.  
And of themselves they frame Religions new,  
Which Christ and his Apostles never knew;  
And with vntempered mortar of their own,  
They build a Church to all good men unknown,  
Rails at the Harmonious Organs, and the Cope,  
Yet in each Church of theirs, they rail a Pope,  
Calls it the badge of Antichristian dross,  
When they see butter printed with the Cross;  
And yet for coin they ●eny man beguile,  
For when they tell it, they turn up the pile,  
Upon the Sabbath, they ' l no Physic take,  
Lest it should work, and so the Sabbath break.  
They hate to see a Churchman ride (why so)  
Because that Christ bade his Apostles go,  
Against our Churches all, they have exclaimed,  
Because by Saints names most of them are named  
If these new Saints, no old Saints will abide,  
From Christendom they must, or run, or ride.  
Saint George from England chases them away,  
Saint Andrem doth in Scotland bear like sway:  
From Ireland good Saint Patriske them will banisn,  
Saint Dennis out of France will make them vanish:  
Saint james will force them out of spain to fly,  
So will Saint Anthony from Italy,  
And last of all (whom I had half forgot)  
Saint Dany out of Wales will make them troth.  
And what ungodly place can harbour then,  
These sugitive unnatural Englishmen:  
Except that with the Turk or Incident,  
Or on, or in the Sea, they mean to dwell,  
That if in lesser room they may be crammed,  
And live and dye at Amfier and be damned,  
And sure I hold some Roman Catholics  
Much better than these self-willed Scilmatickes.  
For Papills have good affability,  
And some have learning, most have Charity,  
Except a jesuit, whom I think a man,  
May term a right Papistick Puritan.  
And for the Sep'ratist l justly call,  
A Schismatic Impuritanicass.  
B●t yet the Iesuit's constant in his mind,  
The Schismatic is wavertingly inclined.  
Besides he thinks whilst he on earth doth live,  
'Tis charity to take and not to give.  
There are a sort of men which conscience make.  
Of what they say, or do, or undertaker:  
Who neither will dissamble, swear, or lie,  
Who to good ends their actions all apply,  
Who keep the Sabbath, and relieve the poor,  
According to their portions and their store:  
And these good people some men do backbite  
And call them Puritans, in scotne and spite,  
But let all know that do abuse them so,  
That for them is reserved a fearful woe;  
I love and reverence only bear to such,  
And those that here invectively I touch  
Are Birds whose Consciences are more unclean  
Than any Cormorant was e'er known or seen:  
He stand tooth censure of all honest men,  
If they disprove me, I'll ne'er write again.    

A Trust-breaker.  
THE ARGUMENT.  
A Foe to justice, a corrupted Friend,  
Anou●ward Angel, and an inward Fiend;  
A hidden Serpent, a most subtle Fox,  
A Sugared poison, in a painted Box:  
A Sirens song, assuring to mishap,  
A Snzre to Honesty, and Vertuestrap.  

THe Rich Trust breaker, upon whom hell waits  
Doth thrust into the River of Estates,  
His soul devouring Beak, and at one prey  
Will swallow fourteen Tradesmen in a day:  
As many of the Country Lordships slips  
Flap-dragon like, by his insatiate lips,  
The Father sometimes hath been oft undone,  
By too much trusting his unnatural Son,  
And a Trust-breaker hath a trick in's pate  
To bring a rich Ward to a Beggar's state.  
For some corrupted men have got tuition,  
Of rich men's Heirs, and changed their condition  
With false inducements to Recusancy,  
Or suffering them through prodigality  
To run so fare in debt that all their Lands  
Are lost before they come into their hands.  
Fair schools of learning have been built from ground  
For Boys whose fathers were not worth five pound;  
But false Trust-breakers hold it for no sin,  
To keep our poor men's Sons, take rich men's in.  
This Breach of Trust is multiplied in time  
TO a Catholic and universal crime,  
That man to man is grown so much unjust,  
That he's a wise man that knows who to trust,  
But (if therebe such) they do want much care,  
Who trust not in the world, nor trusted are.  
Collectorships the Common wealth may lurch,  
For Burn, Highways, Bridges, or the Church,  
For loss at Sea, for Hospitals and Schools,  
One hundred knaves, may make ten thousand fools.  
Yet these things are so needful as I wots,  
he's a base villain that contributes not,  
But he's a Hellbound that their Trust deceives,  
And the right due from those that want bereaues●  
Why, this Trust-breaking hath the exc●lent skill  
To make a Wise to burn her Husband's Will,  
Because his first Wife's Children should not have  
The Portions that within that Will he gave.  
And oftentimes a gasping man for breath,  
Distracted with the griping pangs of death,  
Hath to a forged will suscribed his hand,  
And dispossessed his own Son of his land.  
Trust breakers, may a senseless hand to ●●e.  
(Though being six hours dead) ●o write a Name,  
A rich man's wealth that's dead● like unto, ●● old  
And that's because its never truly) told  
For like to pitch it hath polluting tricks,  
And some unto the fing'rers fingers sticks.  
But of all Rascals since the world began,  
The Bankrupt Polliticks the only man,  
In courteous fashion many hee'lvndo,  
And be much pitied and rewarded too:  
For having got much wealth into his claws,  
He holds it faster than a Cormorant's jaws.  
Can hold a silly fish, and at the last,  
Himself, himself will into prison cast,  
And having broke for thousands, there the hound  
Compounds perhaps for ten groats in the pound,  
Sets richly up again till him he sees,  
To break, to prison again, again agrees:  
And thus a cunning knave can with a trice,  
Break, and be whole again, once, twice or thrice.  
These Cormorants are worse than thiefs therefore,  
And being worse, deserve a hanging more.  
A Thief speaks what he means and takes your purse  
A Bankrupt flattering rob● you ten times worse,  
The one doth seldom rob ye of all your pelse,  
The other leaves you nought to help yourself:  
And yet the one for a little the evins may,  
At Tyburn make a hanging holiday;  
Whilst the great Thief may with a golden prop,  
To fair Revenues turn a Pedlar's shop.  
In this voracity Father stands not free  
From his own Son, nor from his uncle, he  
Being made Executor toth' Scates of men,  
My cormorant is a piddler to him then,  
He will by cunning and vexation draw,  
Heir, wealth and All, into his ravenous maw,  
And when his gorge is full up to the brim,  
Into some loathsome prison vomits him.  
There leaves the honour of a house and name,  
To be exchanged for misery and shame:  
Now tell me they that love fair truth indeed,  
If such maws do not Corm'rants guts exceed.  
And to what place soever such resort,  
They are the Fowl Birds both in Town and Co●●    

A Drunkard.  
THE ARGUMENT.  
A madness dear bought with loss of fame:,  
Of credit and of manly reputation:  
A cursed purchase of disease and shame.  
Of death, and a great hazard of Dar●●uation:  
In all that's bad, the devil's only Aps,  
Worse than a beast, in the best manly saape.  

THis fellow with the dropsy grown as big,  
And much more beastly than a Sow with pig,  
His cheeks like Boreas swollen, he blowed and puffed,  
His paunch like to a woolpaok crammed and stuffed:  
And by the means of what he swiled and guled,  
He looked, like one that was three quarters mulled.  
His breath compounded of strong English Beer,  
And th'Indian drug would suffer none come near.  
From side to side he staggered as he went,  
As if he reeling did the way indent.  
Oae skirt of's cloak scarce reached unto his waste,  
The other dragging in the dirt he traced.  
His very brains within his head were stewed,  
And looked so crimson coloured scarlet hewed,  
As'twere an Ignis faunus, or a comet.  
His garments stunk most sweetly of his vomit.  
Faced with the tap-lash of strong Ale and Wine,  
Which from his ●au'ring chaps doth oft decline,  
In truth he looked as red as any coal,  
And bellied like unto a mare with foal:  
With hollow eyes, and with the palsy shaking,  
And gouty legs with too much liquor taking.  
This valiant pot-leach, that upon his knees  
Has drunk a thousand pottles up see frieze,  
Such pickled pharses he had got in store,  
As were unknown unto the times of yore:  
As when he drinks out all the toal sum,  
Gave it the style of supernagullnum,  
And when he quaffing doth his entrailes wash,  
'tis called a bunch, a thrust: a whiff, a slash:  
And when earousing makes his wits to fail,  
They say he hath a rattle at his tail,  
And when his wits are in the wetting shrunk,  
You may not say he's drunk though he be drunk,  
For though he be as drunk as any Rat,  
He hath but catcht a Fox; or whist the Cat.  
Or some say he's bewitched, or scratched, or blind.  
Which are the fittest terms that I can find,  
Or seen the Lions, or his nose is dirty,  
Or he's pot shaken, or out two and thirty.  
And then strange languages comes in his head,  
When he wants English how to go to bed:  
And though 'twere fit the swine should in his sty be,  
He spews out latin with probibitibi.  
Which is, provide for Tyburn (as I take it)  
Or if it be not, he may chance to make it.  
Then Irish Shachatwhorum from him flees,  
And half dozen welsh me Vatawhees:  
Until he falls asleep he skinks and drinks,  
And then like to a Boar he winks, and stinks.  
This Cormorant in one day swallows more,  
Then my poor Esacus doth in a score.  
For mine but once a day doth take his fill,  
The drunkard, night and day doth q●asfe and swill,  
Drink was ordained to length mantainting breath,  
And from that liquor, Drunkards draw their death:  
Displeasing God, the devil he only pleases,  
And drinks with others healths, his own diseases.  
And in the end, contempt and shame's his share,  
The whilst a Tapster is his only Heir  
Thus drink's's a wrastlor that gives many a fall,  
To death, to beggary and slavish thrall.  
And drunkenness a wilful madness is,  
That throws men to Hell's bottomless abyss.  
For why, where Drunkenness is mistress these,  
Sobriety can hardly mastery bear:  
And 'tis no question but the Land hath downed,  
More men with drink, than Seas did ere confound.  
Wine is Earth's blood, which from her breast doth spring,  
And (well used) is a comfortable thing.  
But it abused from it then begins,  
Most horrible notorious crying sins,  
As Murder, Lechery, ●orietie,  
God's wrath, damnation in variety:  
For ho that is a Drunkard, is the sum,  
And abstract of all mischiefs that can come,  
It wafts him soul and body, life and limb.  
My Cormorant's a sober beast to him.  
He that persuades a man to steal or lie,  
To swear, or to commit adultery,  
To stab or murder any man that life's,  
Can it be said that he good counsel gives?  
And he that tempts and forces men to drink,  
Persuades a man to damn himself, I think,  
For drunken men have into dangers run,  
Which (being sober) they would ne'er have done.  
I take them for no friends that give me Wine,  
To turn me from a man unto a swine,  
To make me void of manners, sense, or reason,  
To abuse God, blaspheming odious treason,  
To hurt my soul and body, fame and purse,  
To get the devil, and gain Gods heavy curse.  
Though many take such for their friends to be,  
I wish them hanged that are such Friends to me:  
For greater enemies there cannot dwell  
In the whole world, nor in the bounds of hell.  
Good friendly drinking I account not evil,  
But much carousing, which makes man a devil,  
Wanting the privilege that bathe a horse,  
And to be urged and forced to drink perforce.  
For why a horse this government hath still,  
Drinks what he will, and not against his will,  
And he that that good rule doth overpass,  
Hath less discretion than a Horse or Ass,  
And any ●●man that doth this temperance want,  
Is a worse gluttoa then my Cormorant.    

A prodigal Country Gallant, and his new made Madam.  
THE ARGUMENT.  
Tailor's fools, Times babbles, and prides Apes,  
That as a Squirrel skips from tree to tree:  
So they like Porteus leap from shapes to shapes,  
Like foul swords in gi●t scabbards, be and she  
Their carcase pampers, goergeously bedecked,  
Whilst their poor starved souls they both neglect.  

NOw steps my young gull-gallant into play,  
Who (born to land) ●th country scorns to stay,  
To live by wit (thankes Sire) he hath no need,  
And if he should be hanged can scarcely read.  
Drabs, dice, and drink are all his only joys,  
His pockets, and his spurs his gingling boys,  
A squirrels tail hangs dangling at his ear,  
A badge which many a gull is known to wear,  
His eyes rod-blood-shot, arguing a sod brain,  
His dam-him voice set to the roaring strain:  
His nose will inlaid with rich gems about,  
As from a watch Tower, their heads peeping out,  
Attended fitly, (fitting for the age)  
With two shagged Russians and a pyde-coat Page,  
Who breares his box, and his Tobacco fills,  
With stopper, tongs, and other utensils.  
This Fop, late buried ere he came up hither,  
Hit thirst and's Father in one grave together,  
His Country stock he sold, for that's the fashion,  
And to a Farmer gave it new translation:  
His Father's servants he thrust out of door,  
Allows his mother but a pension poor:  
Salutes you with an oath at every word,  
Sirrah or slave he liberal doth afford.  
His Father (a good housekeeper) being dead,  
He scorns his honest block should fit his head:  
And through he be not skilled in Magic Art,  
Yet to a Coach he turned his Father's Cart,  
Four Teams of Horses, to four Flanders Mares,  
With which to London he in pomp repairs,  
Woos a she Gallant, and to Wife he takes her:  
Then buys a kinghthood, and a madam makes her.  
And yearly they upon their backs are wear,  
That which oft fed five hundred with good cheer.  
Whilst in the Country all good bounty's spilt  
His house, as if a juggler it had built,  
For all the Chimneys where great fires were made,  
The smoke at one hole only is conveyed:  
No times observed nor charitable Laws,  
The poor receive their answer from the Daws,  
Who in their caying language call it plain  
Mockbegger Manor, for they came in vain.  
They that dewoure what Charity should give  
Are both at London, there the Cormorants live,  
But so transformed of late do what you oan,  
You'll hardly know the woman from the man:  
There Sir Tim Twirlepipe and his lady gay,  
Do pordigally spend the time away;  
Being both exceeding proud, and scornful too,  
And any thing but what is good they'll do:  
For Incubus and Succubus have got  
A crew of fiends which the old world knew not;  
That if our Grandfathers and Grand-dams should  
Rise from the dead, and these mad times behold.  
Amazed they half madly would admire,  
At our fantastic gestures and attire;  
And they would think that England in conclusion,  
Were a mere babble Babel of confusion.  
That Muld● sack for his most unfashioned fashions,  
Is the fit pattern of their transformations:  
And Mary Frith doth teach them modesty,  
For she doth keep one fashion constantly,  
And therefore she deserves a Matron● praise,  
In these inconstant Moon-like changing days,  
A witless Ass (to please his wife's desire)  
Pays for the sewell, for her prides hot fire:  
And he and she will waste, consume, and spoil:  
To feed the stinking lamp of pride with oil:  
When with a sword, he got a knightly name,  
With the same blow, his Lady was struck lame,  
For if you mark it she no ground doth tread,  
(Since the blow fell) except that she be led:  
And Charity is since that time (some say)  
In a Carts younger brother borne away.  
These are the Cormorants that have the power  
To swallow a Realm, and last themselves devoare:  
And let their gaudy friends think what they will,  
My Cormorant shall be their better still.    

An Extortioner and a Broker.  
THE ARGUMENT.  
Friends to but few, and to their own soul's worst,  
With Aspish poison poisoning men at first,  
Who laughing languish, never think on death,  
Until these Wolves (with biting) stop their breathy●  
The dived and they at no time can be sundered,  
And all their trade is forty in the hundred.  

Room for two hounds well coupled, & 'tis pi●●y  
To part them they do keep such rank ●'th cit●●  
Th' Extortioner is such a fiend that he  
Doth make the Usurer a Saint to be,  
One for a hundreds use doth take but ten,  
Th'other for ten a hundred takes again:  
The one 'mongst Christians is well tolerated,  
Tother's of heaven and earth assorted and heated,  
The one doth often help a man distressed,  
The other adds oppression to th'oppressed.  
By paying use a man may thrive and get,  
But by extortion never none could yet.  
Though usury be bad, ('tis understood,  
Compared with extortion) it seemses good.  
One by retail, and th' other by the great,  
Lagr●se the prosi●s of the whole world's sweat,  
That man is happy that hath meat and cloth,  
And stands in need of neither of them both.  
Extortioners are Monsters in all Nations,  
All their Conditions turn to obligations,  
Wax is their shot, and writing pens their Guns,  
Their powder is the Ink that from them runs.  
And this dank powder hath blown up more men  
In one year, than gun powder hath in ten.  
Bills are their weapons, parchments are their shields,  
With w eh they win whole Lordships, towns & fields  
And for they know in heaven they ne'er shall dwell,  
They engross the earth before they come to hell.  
Yet all their lives here they with cares are vexed,  
Slaves in this world, and Hellhounds in the next.  
And what they o'er the devil's back did win,  
Their heyrres beneath his belly waste in sin.  
The Broker is the better scenting Hound,  
He hunts and scouts till he his prey hath found,  
The gallant which I mentioned late before,  
Turning old Hospitality out of door,  
And having swallowed Tenants and their crops,  
Coming to town, he crams Extortions chops●  
Craft there, may here again be set to School,  
A Country Knave oft proves a City Foole.  
He that a Dog's part plays when he is there,  
A Wolf devours him when he comes up here:  
The silly swain the racking Landlord worries,  
But swain and Landlord both extortion curries.  
First thing is done, the Broker smells him forth,  
Hants all his haunts, inquires into his worth:  
Sends out his present wants, and then applies,  
R●nk pason to his wounds for remedies.  
Instead of licking, he's a biting whelp,  
And rankles most, when he most seems to help,  
And he hunts dry foot; never spends his throat  
Till he has caught his game, and then his note  
Lult him asleep fast in Extortions bands  
There leaves him, takes his fee o'th' goods and lands.  
And as he is the Commonwealth's deceiver,  
So for the most part, he's the thieves' receiver.  
Hangs up the hangman's wardrobe at his door,  
Which by the hangman hath been hanged before.  
A s●sh-wife, with a pawn, doth money seek,  
He● two pence takes for twelve pence e●●●● week  
Which makes me ask myself a question  
And to myself I answer make again:  
Was Hen●d●d●ch ●●●●tch ●●●  
Before the B●oskers in ●●● street 〈…〉  
No sure it was not it hath got that name  
From them, and ●●●● that c●me they thither came:  
And well it now may called be H●●ds●itch,  
For there are H●n●ds will g●ue a vengeance ●wich.  
These are the Gulfs that swallow all by lending.  
Like my old shoes, quite pa●● all hope of spending:  
I'd throw my Cormorant's died into the pools.  
If they crammed sish so fa●● as these eat fools.    

A Basket-Iustice.  
THE ARGUMENT.  
The best of men, when tr●●ly exercis'd●  
The actor may a Saint be cono●●●'d:  
No Policy, but practise justice ●ra●es,  
Those whom br●bes ●● ha●e ●●●● names:  
Of what they should be, thus the La●●du  
When judgements just flow from the judge's breast.  

BEfore the noise of these two Hounds did ceasa,  
A justice (coming by) commanded peace:  
Peace Curs (q ●. he) and learn to take your prey  
And not a word, so wise folks go your way:  
This is youth that sued his p'ac● to have,  
Bought his authority to play the knave.  
And as for coin he did his place obtain,  
So he'll sell lusty to make't upagaine,  
For the old proverb ●its his humour well,  
That he that dear buys must dear sell.  
The sword of justice draw he stoutly can,  
To guard a knave, and grieve an honest man,  
His clarke's the Beethat fills his comb with honey,  
He hath the wit, his master hath the money.  
Such justicer as this (if men do mark)  
It altogether guided by his Clerk.  
He's the vice justice, he works all by's wits,  
The whilst his master picks his teeth or spits,  
Walks, hums, and nods, calls knave at every turn,  
(As if he in a daws nest had been borne:)  
No other language from his worship ●ees,  
But prisons, Warrants, Mittimus, and ●ees:  
Commit before he search out the often●s,  
And hear the matter after two days hence,  
Talks of Recognizances, and hath scope,  
To bind and lose as if he were the Pope.  
Be the ease ne'er so good, yet build upon't,  
Fees must be paid, for that's the humour on'r.  
And thus with only cursed wealth and beard,  
He makes a world of witless fools afeard.  
And when he gives them but a smile or nod,  
They think this doughty else a demigod.  
When fortune falls he knows to use the same,  
His Clerk and he as quiet as a Lamb,  
Make not two words, but share, & go through stitch,  
Here's mine, there's thine, for they know which is which.  
There hath been, are, and will be still again,  
In all professions some corrupted men:  
Before this branch of false Gebezaes' Tribe,  
'Tis sacrilege to call a bribe a bribe,  
Give him a Buck, a Pig, a Goose, or Pheasant,  
(For manners sake) it must be called a present,  
And when he's blind in justice, 'tis a doubt  
But Turkey's talons scratched his eyes half out,  
Or Capons claws, but 'tis a heavy case,  
That fowls should fly so in a justice face.  
Sometimes his eyes are gored with an Oxehorne,  
Or sudden dashed out with a sack of corn,  
Or the whisk burshing of a Coachmares tail  
To fit the Coach, but all these thoughts may fail,  
Some think they are but clouded and will shine,  
Eclipsed a little with a Teirce of Wine,  
Or only fall'n into some hood winked nap.  
As some men may upon the Bench, by hap.  
But justice seems dease when some tales are told,  
Perhaps his Charity hath ta'en some cold,  
And that may be the cause, or rattling Coaching,  
Or neighing of horses to her gate approaching,  
From thence into the stable, as her own:  
The certain truth thereof is not yet known.  
But sure she is so dease that she can hear,  
Nothing but what her Clerk blows in her care,  
Which Clark, good men must oroach to, & stand bare  
Or else small justice amongst them they shall share,  
His Master like a weathercock inclined,  
As he doth please he makes him turn and wind.  
This justice of all senses is bereft,  
Except his feeling, only feelings left:  
With which he swallows with infariate power,  
More bribes than doth my Cormorant fish devour.    

A Cutpurse.  
THE ARGUMENT.  
This is a mad knave, life's by tricks and sleights.  
He diues by La●d, and dies within the air:  
He serves noman, yet courteously he waits  
On whom he lift, in Church, town, throng or fair.  
He will not work, yet is well cleathed and fed,  
And for his farewell seldoms dies in's bed.  

THis Spirit, or this Ferret next that enters  
(Although he be no Merchant) much he ventures.  
And though he be a noted coward, yet  
Most valiantly he doth his living get.  
He hath no weapon but a curtal knife.  
Wherewith for what he hath he hazards life,  
East Indian Merchants cross the raging floods,  
And in their venturing, venture but their goods:  
When as themselves at hope securely sleep,  
And never blow the dangerous Ocean deep,  
If they do lose by pirates, tempests, tocks,  
'Tis but a Fleabite to their wealthy stocks:  
Whilst the poor Cutpurse days and night doth ●oile,  
Watches and wards, and doth himself turmoiled  
Oft cuts a purse before the Session's bar,  
Whilst others for their lives a pleading are,  
To Sturbridge Fair, or unto Bristol ambles  
In jeopardy he for his living rambles,  
And what he gets he doth not beg or borrow,  
Ventures his neck, and there's an end, hang sorrow.  
Whilst midst his perils he doth drink and sing,  
And hath more purse-bearers than any King,  
Life's like a Gentleman by sleight of hand,  
Can play the Foist, the Nip, the Stolen, the Stand,  
The Snap, the Curb, the Crosbue, Warp and Lif●,  
Decor, prig, Cheat, (all for a hanging shift.)  
Still valiant where he comes, and free from care,  
And dares the stocks, the whip, the jail outdare.  
Speak●the brave ●●● with his del,  
Or pa●, or ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●  
And life's as merry as the day is long,  
In scorn of Tyburn, or the ropes dingdong,  
But now a jest or two to mind I call,  
Which to this function lately did befall:  
A Cutpurse standing in a market-town,  
As for his prey his eyes seowld up and down,  
At last he should ●r ● near a Country Lass,  
And out her purse as by her he did pass.  
She spied and caught him and began to rave,  
Called him rogue, rascal, villkeyne, thief and slave,  
Gep with a pox, the Cutpurse than replied,  
Are you so fine, you can no i●sting bide,  
I've jested more with forty honest men,  
So with a murrain take your purse again.  
Another satin Cutpurse daubed with lace,  
A Country Gentlemen for's purse did chase,  
On whom a bluecoat Serving man did wait,  
And passing through a narrow obscure strait,  
The thieving knave the purse he nimbly nims,  
And like aland-sharke thence by Land he swims.  
The Serving man perceived the Cutpurse trick,  
Said nought, but dogs him through thin and thick,  
Until the thief supposed the coast was clear,  
As he was pissing Blew- coat out off's care.  
The Cutpurse madly 'gins to swear and curse,  
The other said, give me my master's purse,  
Which you stole lately from his pocket, then  
There's no wrong done, but here's your eare●gen,  
Thus though a Cutpurse trade be counted ill,  
●●he is a m●n of action still,  
Wai●es on Ambassadors that comes and goes,  
Attends at Tilt and triumphant shows  
As Westminster he still attendance gives,  
O● my Lord Mayor, his brethren and th● Shrieves,  
Although unbidden, yet he'll be a guest,  
And have his hand in sometimes with the best.  
And whilst he life's, note how he takes degree,  
Newgate's his hall, at Tyburn he's made tree:  
Where commonly it so falls out with him,  
He dies in perfect health, found wind and limb,  
Hema Coaches elder brother rides,  
And when his soul and cords from each divides,  
He souls no sheets nor any Physic takes,  
●● like a Bird in th'air an end he makes:  
And such an end I wish they all may have,  
And all that love a shifting Cut purse knave,  
For they are Cormorants wherefoere they haunt,  
Until the Gallows proves their Cormorant.    

A Good and a bad Constable.  
THE ARGUMENT.  
This man is to the Magistrate an eye,  
Revealing things which justice could not find.  
Black deeds of darkness he death oft descry,  
And is (if he be honestly inclined)  
Sof●t the Common. wealth in peace to keep,  
By watching carefully whilst thousands sleep.  

When Titan steeps his bright resplendent beams  
And hides his burning Car i'th' Western streams;  
When to the under world day takes his flight  
And leaves th'Horizon all in darkness dight,  
When Philomel doth against a thorn proclaim  
I● dulcet notes the lustful Tere●s shame,  
When Madam Midnight shows her Ebon face,  
And darkness doth the Hemisphere embrace,  
T●en (to keeps all things peaceable and well,  
The watchful Constable keeps continell.  
Then if a man (with drinks) his wit hath left,  
Or hath committed lechery or these,  
Or murder, than the Constable thinks fit  
That such committers straight he commit.  
he's Lord high Regent of the redious night,  
Man of the Moo●e he may be called right:  
Great general of Glewo●m, Owls, and Bats,  
comptroller over such a whip the Cats.  
Dian●ts Forester that with regard,  
Doth guard the Herd that life's within his ward,  
His vigilancy is most manifest,  
For through his horns he lightens all the rest.  
Like Mino●, or just judging ●●●●●●  
He walks the dukesome 〈…〉  
Attended with his G blans clad in 〈…〉  
〈…〉  
V●●●●●●●●● shows her blu●●●●●● 〈…〉  
And ●●●●●● doth shine, and 〈…〉  
Ma●ge ●●●●● whooting ●●●●●●●● 〈…〉  
Then goes the Constable and's watch to ●ed.  
Tais officer in the ●●●● place ● put,  
H● that comes next is of another ●●●  
Yet he's a member of the peace com●●●●●●,  
And writ most common ● an a●●e in ●●●  
Image of office he is held to be  
And has his staff ●ipt ●●●●●●●●●●  
He has his bill men which ●●● hardly kerpe  
The name of watchmen for ●●●●●●●● asleep.  
His word is, Who goes: there? ●●●●●●●●●● 〈…〉 S  
〈…〉 stand still, and com●  
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Says a man's drunk, when his ●●●● case is so.  
But let a quar'ling slave indeed go by.  
Leading by th●arme his ramp●●● v●n●●y.  
A thing of filthy ●●●●●, like a sw●n●,  
That searce can go, laden with ●●● and ●●●●,  
They for their sixpence shall pa●●● by in state,  
The porter with a leg will open the gate,  
Worshipped and guarded to their lodging safe,  
Not with Bulls only, burth os●●●ous staff,  
Whilst the good sober man, that nothing gave,  
Is straight committed for a dangerous knave,  
Traitor to th' State, and in the lay le must lie,  
Whilst th'other's lighted to their lechery.  
This Constable may have a trick in store,  
His house may be safe harbour for a whore,  
Because no man will offer to search there.  
She there may rest, and roost secure from fear.  
There she may lodge, and trade too if she will,  
As sure and safe as thiefs are in a Mill,  
Or Suburbs for the birth of Bastard's are,  
For all desire to lay their bellies there,  
Nay as a Compter for a Fellon's home,  
Or Lady's chamber for a Priest from Rome.  
But yet I say, 'tis po● a matter hard,  
To find an honest Constable in's ward,  
Trust for bid else, and waking watchmen to,  
Whose bills were never stolen, and much ado  
To be corrupted with a villains sh●alling,  
To wrong the good, and bad men's minds fulfilling,  
Such men as those I think some few there be,  
And for the rest, would they were hanged for me.  
H● when my Corm●ant is at rest, and thinks,  
Poor fish no harm nor aught that water drinkers,  
That's a night Cormrant, and at midnight swills,  
Whole cans and pots, with Cheaters and there jils,  
He makes all fish that comes into his net,  
Drinks drunk, and sleeps, and then the watch is set.    

A London Sergeant and Tailor.  
THE ARGUMENT.  
A brace of Hell hounds that ●● earth d●e dwell,  
This tyrannise on poor men's bodies more.  
(If mo●e they could, than devils o'er souls in bell:  
Whose music in the groan of the poor.  
These when they buy their office, sell their souls,  
No Cormorants are such denouring fowls.  

THe Sergeant I before the jailor name,  
Because he is the dog that hunts the game:  
He worries it, and brings it to the toil.  
And then the jailor life's upon the spoil.  
I've known a Sergeant that four hours hath sat,  
Peeping and leeting through a tavern geate,  
His Yeoman on the other side the way,  
Keeping the like match bo● for one poor prey:  
Who when they sp●d, like Mastiff; they come near him  
And by the throat like cruel c●rs they tear him;  
If he hath money to the Tavern strait,  
These sucking purse, leeches will on him wait;  
But if his stock below, and's pockets dry,  
To th'jail with him, there let him starve and dye.  
Yet for all this a Sergeant is devout,  
For he doth Watch and prey much out of doubt.  
He sells no spice, and yet in every place  
He's shalfe Grocer, for he life's by's mace:  
He's part a Gentleman, for up and down,  
Their steps he follows round about the town.  
And yet he seems a juggler too by this,  
He oft from shape to shape so changed is:  
As sometimes like an Amsterdammian brother,  
Sometimes a Porter's shape, sometimes another.  
Sometimes t'a Counseilour at law, and then,  
T'a lame and blinded beggar, and again  
T'a Country Servingman that brings a Deer,  
And with these tricks his prey he doth come near,  
Wherein he imirates the Devil aright,  
Who can put on an Angel's thape of light,  
That so his craft may on men's souls prevail.  
So Sergeants snare men's bodies for the jail,  
Time was, he wore a proper kind of coat,  
And in his hand a white rod as a note  
Whereby a man fare off a knave might spy,  
And shun him if he were in jeopardy.  
But now to no such ●abit he is bound,  
Because his place ne'er cost him eight scorc pound,  
To get the which again, he must disguise  
And use a thousand shifts and villainies.  
Oh that a man so little grace should have  
To give so much to be i●●eem'd a knave.  
To be shaved. ducked, and unpitied die,  
Cursed and contemned within his guave to ●●e.  
To hazard soul and body, ne've to thri●e,  
But by men's harms, devouring them alive,  
To be the hangman's guard, and wait upon  
The Gallows a●zn Execution,  
But yet the office is most fit led ot ●●●,  
And fit that honest men should have it f●●●   

Now for the other sucking devil, the jailor  
His work's brought to him, as he were a Tailor,  
As if he were a ●●encer, he'll begin,  
And ask a man what Ward he will be in:  
(But first the prisoner draws without delay,  
A sop for Cerberus that turns the key.)  
Then the old prisoners garnish do demand,  
Which strait must be discharged out of hand,  
But if he cannot pay, or doth deny,  
He thrusts him in the hole, there lets him lie.  
If a good prisoner hath a well lined purse,  
The jailor than esteems him as his nurse,  
Sucks like a Bulcaise, and doth never cease  
Till with much grief he hears of a release.  
An underkeeper, (though without ●●●)  
Is s continually knave in spite on's heart:  
If to the prisoners he be sharp and curell,  
He proves their knave, and his good master's jewellies  
If unto them himself he will behave,  
He is their jewel, and his master's knave,  
So let him turn himself which way he can,  
He seldom shall be held and honest man.  
Perhaps the jailor in one shrinking room  
Hath six beds, for the Gallant and the Groom,  
In lousy linen, ragged coverlets:  
Twelve men to lodge in those six beds he sets:  
For which each man doth pay a groat a night,  
Which weekely's eight and twenty shillings right:  
Thus one foul dirty room from men unwilling,  
Draws yearly seaventy three pound six. ecn shilling,  
Besides a jailor (to keep men in fear)  
Will like a demi. devil dominere:  
Roar like a Bearward, grumble, snarl, and growle,  
Like a Tower Cat. a Mountain stare and s●owl●,  
He and she sergeant may be coupled too,  
As bane of Mankind, for they both undo:  
Th' Extortioner and Broker named before,  
Having both bit and gripped a man's state fore:  
In comes the Sergeant for his breakfast then,  
Drags him to th'jail, to be new squeezd again:  
And thence he gets not, there he shall not start,  
Till the last drop of blood's wrong from his heart,  
Yet I have heard some Sergeants have been mild,  
And used their Prisoner like a Christians child;  
Nipped him in private, never triged his way,  
As Bandogs earrion, but fair went away,  
Followed aloof, showed himself kind and meek,  
And lodged him in his own house for a week.  
You'd wonder at such kin enough in a man,  
So many Regions from a Christian,  
●●● what's the cause, I'll lead you out o'th' m●●,  
'tis twenty shillings every day he slays,  
Besides the Sergeant's wife must have a stroke,  
At the poor teat, some outside she must foake,  
Although she tridge for't, whilst good fortunes fall,  
He shall command house, sergeant, and all,  
●●● may it come by th' side o'th' breeding woman,  
The Serianes Son's a Gentleman, no Yeoman.  
And Whilst they fish from men's decays and wants,  
Their wives may prove foul fleshly Cormorants  
T●●s a bad sergeant and a jailor both,  
●●● Cormorant's which all good people loath,  
And yet amongst them some good men there are,  
Like s●ow at Midsummer, exceeding rare.    

A Symonicall Patron, and his penny Clerk,  
THE ARGUMENT.  
Here Magus seeketh holy things to buy,  
With cursed bribes and base corrupting gold:  
Lets souls for want of Preaching starve and dye,  
Fleers and slays his flocks, bare peeled and bold:  
That to speak truth, in spite of who controls,  
Such Clerks and Patron murder many souls.  

THis is the bane both of the age and men,  
A Patron with his benesices ten;  
That wallows in fat Live a Church, leech,  
And cannot keep out of my Corm'rants' reach,  
One of these Patrons doth devour his Clarks,  
As they do perish Souls, after four Marks,  
And every year a pair of new high shoes,  
For which betwixt two Churches he doth use  
Each Sabbath day with diligence to troth,  
●t to what purpose, few or none know not.  
Except it be'cause would he eat and feed,  
●●● starve two Cures, for he can hardly read.  
This Sir john Lacklatine, true course doth keep:  
To preach the Vestry men all fast asleep,  
And box and cuff a Pulpit mightily.  
Speaking nonsense with nosewise gravity,  
These youths, in Art, purse, and acire most bare  
Give their attendance ●●● sleep fair;  
King once hired he'll ●●●ase his Lord,  
His surly Patron, nor dares pie●ch a word,  
B●● where he gives the text, and that must be  
Some place of Scripture bites no usury,  
Exortion or the like, but some calm Law,  
That will not sret his sore b●t ne'er so raw.  
As calmly preached, as lamely too expressed,  
With clamorous yell that likes the Parish best.  
This Clerk shall be a drudge too, all his time,  
We●●s in the garden, bearesou● d●ng and s●●me:  
Then up ● Sabbath days the ●e●oy●e begins  
●●● unhallowed hands, to weed up sins:  
And from cap ●●ing all ●is week days spent,  
Comes then to give the Cup at Sacrament.  
And from his trencher waiting goes ●o serve  
Spiritual food to those that almost statue;  
And what's this Clerk that's of such served mind,  
Some smarting Pedal, or mechanic hind,  
Who taking an intelligencers place,  
Against poor tenants sust crept into grace,  
And drudges for eight pounds a year perhaps,  
With his great veils of sundays trencher scraps.  
This makes the scared ●●be of ●●●● glad,  
That many of them prove the Tribe of G●d.  
This makes good Scholars justly to complain,  
When Patrons take they care not who for gain,  
When as a Carter shall more wages have,  
Then a good Preacher that helps Souls to save.  
These Cormorant's God's part doth eat and cram,  
And to they far well, care not who they damn,  
The people scarce know what a Sermon means,  
For a good Preacher there can have no means,  
To keep himself with ●●athe●, and book, & bread  
Nor scarce a pillow t'vnderlay his head.  
The whilst the Patron's wife (my Lady Gay)  
Fares, and is decked most dainty every day:  
she'll see that preaching trouble not the ●owne,  
And wears a hundred Sermons in a Gown.  
She hath a Preachers living on her back,  
For which the souls of many goes to wrack,  
And hires a mongrel cheaply by the year,  
To famish those, christs blood hath bought so dear:  
What greater cruelty can this exceed,  
Then to pine those whom I ●●● bids them feed,  
These are hell's cultures, Tophets greedy fowls,  
That prove (like devils) Cormorants of Souls.    

A Country Yeoman.  
THE ARGUMENT.  
Here Davy Dicker comes, God speed the Plough,  
Whose son's a Gentleman, and h●●● and hawks:  
His Farm good clothes and Seeding ●●● allow,  
And what so ●re of him the Country talks,  
His ●●me's in ●●● with feather in his head,  
Until a Beggar bring a Fool to bed.  

THe Roman Histories do true relate,  
How ●●●●●● changed his Emp'rors' state,  
To live in quiet in a Country Farm,  
Out of the reach of treasons dangerous arm.  
Then was a Farmer like a labouring Art,  
And not a ●●● devouring Cormorant.  
For if a Gentleman hath Lard to let,  
He'll have it, at what price soe'er 'tis set,  
And bids, and over bids, and will give more.  
Then any man could make of it before:  
Offers the Landlord more than he would crave,  
And buys it, though he neither get nor save.  
And whereas Gentleman their Land would let,  
At rates that tenants might both save and get,  
This Cormorant will give his Landlord more,  
Then he would ask, in hope that from the poor  
He may extort it double by the rate,  
Which he will sell his corn and cattle at.  
At pining famine he will ne'er repine.  
'Tis plenty makes this Cormorant to whine,  
To hoard up corn with many a bitter ban,  
From windows, Orphans, and the labouring man,  
He prays for rain in harvest, night and day,  
To rot and to consume the grain and hay:  
That so his mows and reeks, and stacks that mould,  
At his own price he may translate to gold.  
But if a plenty come, this ravening thief  
Torments & sometimes hangs himself with grief.  
An all this raking toil, and cark and care,  
Is for his elownish first borne Son and heir,  
Who must be gentled by his ill got pelf,  
Though he to get it, got the devil himself,  
And whilst the Father's bones a rotting lie,  
His Son his cursed wealth, accursed lets sly,  
In whores, drink, gaming, and in revel coil,  
The whilst his father's Soul in flames doth broil.  
And when the Father on the earth did live,  
To his Son's fancy he such way did give,  
For at no season he the plough must hold,  
The summer was too hot, the winter cold,  
He robs his mother of her Butter pence,  
Within the Alehouse serves him for expense.  
And so like Coals. dog the untutored mome,  
Must neither go to Church nor bide at Lome.  
For he his life another way must farm,  
To Hawk, to hunt, abusing the King's game,  
Some Nobleman or Gentleman that's near,  
At a cheap rate to steal what they call dear.  
When if a poor man (his great want to serve)  
Whose wife and children ready are to starve,  
If he but steal a sheep from out the fold,  
The chuff would hang him for it if he could.  
For alms he never read the word relieve,  
He knows to get, but never knows to give,  
And what soe'er he be that doth live thus,  
Is a worse Cormorant than my AEsacus.    

A Figure-stinger, or a cot●z'ning Cunning-man.  
THE ARGUMENT.  
Amongst a foolish, faithless, graceless, crew,  
This man hath better credit than God's word:  
For less that's past, or profit to ensue,  
Like is a Term, with Customers he's stored,  
he's a Soothsayer, but saith seldom sooth,  
And hath the ' Devils great seal for what he doth.  

HEre ●ow I draw a curtain and discover,  
Amongst all knaves, the devil's special lover:  
One that doth Court him still, and daily woe,  
And fain would see the devil but knows not how  
He has ●●● in his works, that's his fare place,  
But has not art to bring him to his face,  
When he could wish him to his outward sense,  
The devil sits laughing in his conscience:  
Yet you shall have this figure stinger prate,  
To his gull client (small wit shallow pate,)  
As if he were Lord warden of hell fire,  
And Lucifer and he had both one sire.  
The Fiends his cousin Germans (once removed)  
From earth to hell, where he is best beloved.  
More fustian language form his tongue doth drop,  
Then would set forth an honest tradesman's shop:  
As if that all Magicians that e'er were,  
Unworthy were his learrel books to bear.  
Nor Zorostres king o'th' Bactrians,  
Nor the sage Magis of the Persians',  
Nor any conjuring Son of Cham or Chus;  
Nor Faustus with his Mephistopheles,  
Corneli●s, Agrippa, Simon Magus,  
Nor any 'twixt the River Thames or Tagus,  
Nor B●itaines Bladud, Cambria's Merlin Ba●●n  
Companions for this man would ne'er be taken.  
For he is rare, and deeply read indeed,  
In the admitted ●ight reverend old wife's Creed,  
Talks of the jewish Thalmud, and Cabals,  
Sols●itiums and Equinoctials,  
Of auguries, of prophecies predictions,  
Prognostications, revelations, sictions.  
And as he could the Elements command,  
He seems as he their minds doth understand.  
By Fire he hath the skill of Pyromanty,  
By Air he hath the Art of Heremanty,  
By Water he knows much in Hidromanty,  
And by the Earth he's skilled in G●omanty,  
Palm Chiromanty, cozening Necromancy,  
To gull the world, to fulfil fools fancy,  
Hags, ghosts, and goblius, furies, fairies, elves,  
He knows the secrets of the devils themselves.  
There's not a Nymph, a fawn, or goat foot Satire,  
Th● lives by Fire, by Air, by Earth, or Water,  
S●● D●d●s or Hamadryads,  
Betwixt S●y●entrio and Meridies,  
●● he commands them to do what they list,  
about bend the brow, or clutch the fist.  
He'll tell a man's hearts secrets what he thinks,  
●Ordipus unfolds th'ambiguous Sphin●●,  
With skill surpassing great Alfumazers',  
He with intelligencing Funds confers,  
And by his wondrous Artacoosticon,  
●wes the Turks Counsel, and what Prefer jowns  
Determines, or what business now befalls  
●●the Conclave of Rome's Cardinals,  
He can release, or else increase all harms,  
About the neck or wrists by tying charms,  
He hath a trick to kill the Agues force,  
And make the patiented better, or much worse,  
To the great toe, three letters he can tie,  
Shall make the Gout to tarry or else fly.  
With two words and three leaves of foure-leaued grass  
He makes the toothache, stay, repass, or pass:  
●●● goods you again would fain have got,  
●●but to him, and you shall speed, or not.  
●●● he will gain whether you get or lose,  
●haue his Fee, for so the bargain goes:  
He'● tell you wonders when you are alone,  
●Of the Philosopher's admired stone:  
And that it from Utopia first did come,  
Brought to him by a Spirit, he sent to Rome,  
Where by (t'enrich the world he dares be bold)  
To ●●●ns pans, pots, and dripping pans to gold,  
And in the Goldsmith's burnished glistering row,  
●●● Ironmongers with a fairer show,  
●●● Spits and Andir'ns to bright mettle shining,  
●●● when coine's scarce you strait may put to coining,  
These and a thousand more, as idly vain  
Fools swallow, and he swallows them again,  
And though the mark of truth he never hits,  
●●● still this Cormorant doth live by's wits,  
●●d ne'er will want a false devouring trick,  
shells Archcormorant devour him quick.    

A Corrupted Lawyer, and a knavish Vndershrine.  
THE ARGUMENT.  
The soul of Commonwealths is in good Laws,  
Their execution makes a happy State,  
But where Corruption opes his ●●●●ry Jaws;  
Where Lawyers do increase, not ●●●●●●,  
Such Law-wormes are the Devil's d●●●st brood,  
Who make the common harms their private good.  

A Hall, a hall, the tramplers are at hand,  
A shifting Master, and as sweetly maned:  
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And by that meanus could make a good prevention,  
Contention would beget no more contention.  
This Lawyer's riches ever ●pings and blooms,  
From sheep's coat, calves' skin, rus●et hobnaild grooms  
Persuading them that all things shall go well,  
Sucks out the Eggs, leaves them the empty shell.  
He hath a fleight to spinning out a Cause,  
Till all the money out of purse it draws,  
His Clients with tull budgets ●● come to town,  
But he takes order for their going down,  
The full is now the Lawyers, the●●● the wane,  
Like b●●ckets turned to come up full again:  
With papers laden think themselves most firm,  
Carries them down, to bring them up next cerme,  
Horse, plough, and cattle go to wrack, split all.  
'tis fit the Stable wait upon the Hall.  
Their sheep the parchment bears, their G●●rse the quills,  
Which turns their slate as this bad Lawyer wils.  
Their shirts the paper makes, their B●●s● the wax,  
T'undo themselves that good discretion l●cks,  
These man like Geese against themselves d●● things,  
I● plucking quills from their own foolish wings,  
This Lawyer makes him dangerous shafts withal,  
And shoots them at the fools from whence they fall.  
The Commonwealth's Impost ●●● he doth cut,  
And the corruption in his purse doth put.  
One gives him for a bribe, a Brawn or twine,  
And that's drowned with another's But of wine,  
One gives Coach all decked and painted gay,  
Another's Horses draws it quite away,  
One gives a jars of Oil to scape the soil,  
An Ox o'retures the jar, and spills the Oil.  
And thus like Pharaohs kine, he hath the power,  
To make the fastest bribe's the lean devour.  
His motions move commotions, and his suits,  
Four times a year do Termely yield him fruits.  
Four sundry ways a Kingdom's Laws are used,  
By tow maintained, and by two abused:  
Good Lawyers live by Law, and 'tis most fit,  
Good men obey the Law, live under it.  
Bad Lawyers (for their gain) do wrest the Law,  
Bad men of God or man's Law have no awe.  
But whether these men use Law well or ill,  
Th'intention of the Law is honest still.  
For as the text is rend, and torn, and varied.  
And by opinions from the sense is carried  
By ignorant and wilful Heretics,  
Or impure separating Sehismaticks,  
Though from the truth of text all men should sever,  
The text is permanent and Sacred ever.  
Even so the Law is in self upright,  
Correcting and protecting, wrong and right:  
'tis no just Lawyers, or the Law's desame.  
Although some hounds of hell abuse the same.  
This Cormorant I mean, gulps whom he list,  
And having swallowed fees into his fist,  
Defers the motion till the Court with draws,  
Then to the cushions pleads the poor man's cause,  
As formally as if the judge fate,  
No matter for the man, the money's got.  
My Cormorant was never matched till now,  
If I said o'rematched, I'll resolve you how,  
And you that read it shall confess it true,  
Perhaps it is a thing well known to you,  
Where Corybants haunts, numbers of fish grow less,  
But where bad Lawyers come, there brawls increase,   

Now master Vndershrieve I understand,  
You bring my Lawyer work unto his hand,  
You bring him stuff, he like a Tailor cuts it.  
And into any shape he pleaseth puts it.  
Though to the Client it appear slight stuff,  
It shall outlast him any suit of Buff:  
For though from term to term it be worn long,  
'tis dressed still with the teazle of the tongue,  
That (though it be old) at every day of heating,  
It looks fresh, as't had never come to wearing.  
And though it seem as th' owner never wore it.  
A Broker will not give him three pence for it.  
Sweet master Shrieve, let it not grieve your mind,  
You being the last o'th' brood, come last behind,  
No doubt you might be first in a bad case,  
But being called under, I make this your place:  
I know where ere you stand, you are so good,  
You'll scorn to be unlike one of the brood,  
And take't in dudgeon (as you might no doubt)  
If 'mongst this rank of Corm'rants● you were out.  
I have a warrant here for what I do,  
Plain truth itself, and that have seldom you.  
Some of your tribe a man may honest call,  
But those my cormorant meddles not withal.  
You that dare fright men of a shallow wit,  
Who cannot read when there is nothing writ:  
And can return (when you are pleased to save)  
A Non inventus for a bribing knave.  
For one that stands indebted to the King  
A Nihil habet, if his purse can ring.  
When a poor man shall have his Bullocks ceased,  
And prized at little, to make you appeased  
You have the art and skill to raze words out  
Of Writs and Warrants, to bring gain about.  
I will not serve you so, for if you look,  
Your name stands fairly printed in my book,  
For every one to read, how you can strain  
On Widow's goods, and restore none again.  
Pick juries for your purose, which is worse  
Then if you picked the wronged Plaintiffs purse:  
Return your Writs to your advantage best,  
Bring in some money, and drab out the rest.  
Leaving (oft times) the high Shrieve in the lurch,  
Who stops the bounty should repair the Church,  
Or buy some Bells to sound out his devotion.  
If either Air, or Earth, or the wide Ocean  
Can show worse Cormorants, or any brook.  
I'll never ask a penny for my Book.    

EPILOGUE.  

Now Reader, tell me (if thou well canst judge:)  
If any honest man have cause to grudge  
At these my Stairs, being plain and true,  
Giving the world and the Devil their due.  
I have but bluntly called a spade a spade,  
And he that wincheth shows himself a ●ade.  
Be quiet, see thy faults, and learnet' amend,  
Thou showest thy guiltiness if thou contend.     
FINIS.   

TAILOR'S WATERWORK: OR, THE SCULLER'S TRAVELS, FROM TIBER TO THAMES: WITH his Boat laden with a hotchpotch, or Gallimawfrey of Sonnets, Satyrs, and Epigrams. With an Inkhorn Disputation betwixt a Lawyer and a Poet: and a Quartern of new-catcht Epigrams, caught the last Fishing●●●: together with an addition of P●stor●●● Equi●●●, or the complaint of a Shepherd.  

●…   

DEDICATED To neither Monarch, nor Miser, Keaser nor Caitiff, Palatine or Plebeian; but to great monsieur Multitude, ahas, All, or every One; JOHN TAYLOR sends his Scull-boats lading, to be censured as please their Wisdoms to screw their Lunatic opinions.  
MOst Mighty, Catholic, (or Vmuer shall) monsieur Multitude, (whose many millions of Hv●raes heads, Ar●●-e●es, and ●●● hands,) (●● if you please● to judge of my Water-Muses ●●●●●, to look with hundreds of ●●●●●●●●● of my Sculler, or to lend a few of your many hands, to help to tug me a shore at the Haven of your goodwills, which if you do, it is more than my ●●●●●●●●●●●●● expcet or merit. But if you will not assist me, I will ●●●● the next high tide, and scramble up into● though ●he fast a ground for my labour. ●e grabble for Gudgeons or fish for Flounder in the Rearward of our e●●● temporising ●●umorists, sharp Satirists, or ●●● call ●●●  
I could wish my lines might please like Cheese to a W●lchman, Rutter to a Flemine, Vs●●●baugh to an Irishman, or Honey to a Bear: To conclude, I wish best to the Protest●●t, I ●●● the ●●●, praying for the perseverance of the one, and a Reformation of the other. Mean ●●●, my ●●● (like a Barber's shop) is ready for all comers, be they of what Religion they well, paying their Farewell.  
Yours ten thousand ways, JOHN TAYLOR.   


To the Right Worshipful and my ever respected Mr. JOHN MORAY Esqire.  

OF all the wonders this vile world includes,  
I muse how s●atterie such high favours gain.  
How adulation cunningly deludes,  
Both high and low from Sceptre to the swain;  
But it thou by S●●tterie couldst obtain  
More than the most that is possessed by men,  
Thou canst not tune thy tongue to falsehood's strain,  
Yet with the best canst use both tongae and pen.  
Thy sacred learning can both scan and k●n  
The hidden things of Nature and of Art.  
'Tis thouh all ●●'d me from Oblivion's den,  
And made my Muse from oblcure sleep to start.  
Unto thy wisdom's censure I commit,  
This first b●rne issue of my worthless wit.   
I.T.   

To my de●re respected friend, Master Benjamin jehuson.  

THou canst not ●●● for though the str●●● of death  
Depri●●● the World of thyworst ●●●thly part:  
Yet when the corpse hath banished thy breath,  
Thy living Muse shall still declare thy Art.  
The fatal Sisters and the bless a Graces,  
Were all thy friends at thy Nativity:  
And in thy mind the Muses took their places,  
Adoring thee With care capacity.  
And all the Worthies of this worthy Land,  
Admires thy wondrous all admired worth,  
Then how should I that cannot understand  
Thy worth, thy worthy ●●● sse set forth?  
Yet bear the bold ●ff● of the hovest Sculler,  
Whose worthless praise can fill thy praise no fuller.   
I.T.   

To my loving Friend john Taylor.  
CO●ld my unpractised pen advance thy name,  
Thou shouldst be feared on the wings of Fame.  
For from thy toilsome Oar I wonder I,  
How thy invention siowes so io●ondly?  
Not having dreamed on fair Parnassus' Hill,  
With truitfull numbers to enrich thy Quill.  
Nor having washed in that Pegassion Fount,  
Which lends the wits such nimbleness to mount  
With tickling rapture on Poetic strains,  
On Thames the Muse's float that fills thy brains.  
Thy happy wit produced thy happy times,  
Which shall comm●nd thee unto after times.  
And wortly enrol thy name amongst those,  
Whose Temples are begirt, with Laurel bows.  
For (forth to say) a work I saw not yet,  
Less help● with learning, ●nd more graced with wit:  
Then spite of envy and detractions scorn,  
Though Art thou want'st, thou art a Poet borne:  
And as a friend for names sake I'll say thus,  
Ne scombros metuentia, Carminance thus,  
Hen: Tailor   

To the one and only water-Poet and my Friend, john Taylor.  
Freshwater Soldier's sail in shallow streams,  
And Mile-end Captains venture not their liue●  
A brain distempered brings forth idle dreams,  
And gelded Sheaths have seldom golden Knives,  
And painted faces none but fools bewitch:  
Thy Muse is plain: but witty, fair: and rich.  
When thou didst first to Aganippe float,  
Without thy knowledge (as I surely think)  
The Naiads did swim about thy boat,  
And brought thee bravely to the Muse's brink,  
Where Grace and Nature filling up thy Fountain,  
Thy Muse came flowing from P●rness●● Moun●●●●.  
So long may slow as is to thee most sit,  
The boundless Ocean of a Poets wit.  
●●●   

In laudem Authoris.  

WIt, Reason, Grace, Religion, Nature, Zeal,  
Wrought all together in thy working brain●  
And to thy work did set this certain scale;  
Pure is the colour that will take no stain.  
What need I praise? the work itself doth praise:  
In words, in worth, in form and matter to,  
A world of wits are working many ways,  
But'few have done, what thou dost truly do:  
Was never I ailor shaped so fit a Coat.  
Unto the Corpse of any earthly creature,  
As thou hast made for that foul Romish Goat,  
In true description of his devilish nature.  
Besides such matter of judicious wit,  
With acquaint conceits so sitting every fa●ci●;  
As well may prove, who scorns and spites at it  
Shall either show their folly or their franzie,  
Then let the Pope's Bulls roar, Bell, Book & Candle.  
In all the Devil's circuit sound thy curse:  
Whilst thou with truth dost every trial handle,  
God bless thy work, and thou art ne'er the worse,  
And while hell's friends their hateful so do p●o●e thee,  
The Saints on earth, & God in heaven will love thee,   
Thy long friend N●●●●● B●●t●●   


When Tiber's silver waves their Channel least,  
And lovely Thames, her Wont course fersait,  
Then foul oblivion shall thy name bereave,  
Drenching thy glory in her hell. bred lake,  
But till that time this scourge of Popery,  
Shall crown thy fame with immortality.   
Thy friend assured Maximilian W●●●.   

To my loving Friend john Taylor.  

FErris gave cause of vulgar wonderment,  
When unto Bristol in a boat he went;  
Another with his Sculler ventured more,  
That rowed to Flushing from our English shore,  
Another did device a wooden Whale.  
Which unto Cassice did from Dover sail,  
Another with his Oars and sl●nder Wherry,  
From London unto Antwerp o'er did Ferry.  
Another maugre sickle fortunes teeth,  
Rowed hence to Scotland and arrived at Leeth.  
But thou hast made all these but trivial things,  
That from the Tower thy watery Scuiler brings  
To Helicon: most sacred in account,  
And so arrived at Peru assas Mount:  
And back returned Laden with Poet's wit,  
With all the Muse's hands to witness it;  
Who on their Sculler doth this praise bestow,  
Not such another on the Th●●● doth row.   
Thy loving Friend, Sam: rowland's.   

To my Friend both by Water and Land, JOHN TAYLOR.  

OFt hast thou travailed for me at thy Oar,  
But never in this kind didst toil before.  
Toturne a Poet in this peevish time,  
It held as rare as I should write in rhyme,  
For one of thy profession, yet thy Art,  
S●●passeth mine, this serves to paint that part,  
I mean thy Poetry which in ●●● lurks,  
And not thy sweeting skill in water-works.  
I cannot but commend thy Book, and say  
Thou meritest more than common Scullers pay:  
Then whistle off thy Muse, and give her scope,  
That she may sound cease upon the Pope:  
For well I see that he and many more,  
Are dared by her (which scarce was done before.)  
Pr●●●d (good john) and when thoust done this work,  
Fear not to venture trussing of the Turk.  
I like thy vain, I love thee for those gifts  
Of Nature in thee, fare about the shifts  
That others seek, plodding for what thy pen,  
Wit Works in thee learning in other men,  
Then Native Language we have done thee wrong  
To say thou'rt not complete, wanting the tongue  
Called Latin, for b●cre's are shall ●●● the strife,  
That never learned Latin word ●●● life.  
Then to conclude, I truly must confess.  
Many haue more been taught, but learned less.   
Thy assured friend R. B.   

To my loving Friend JOHN TAYLOR.  

SOme say kind ●●●● thou art a Poet borne,  
And none by Art; which thou mayst justly scorn;  
For if without thy name they had but seen  
Thy lines, thy lines had artificial been,  
Opinion carries with it such a curse,  
Although thy name makes not the verse the worse.  
If then this work, variety affords  
Of Trophies, of Figures, Epithets, and Words.  
With no harsh accent and with judgement too.  
I pray what more can Art or Nature do?  
So that in thee thy G●●i●s doth impart,  
To Artificial Nature, Natural Art.   
Thy old assured friend IO: MORAY.    

Prologue to the Reader.  
GOod gentle Reader, if I do transgress,  
I know you know, that I did ne'er profess.  
Until this time in Print to be a Poet:  
And now to exercise my wits I show it.  
View but the intrals of this little book,  
And thou wilt say that I some patnes have taken:  
Pains mixed with pleasure, pleasure joined with pain  
Produced this issue of my labouring brain.  
But now me thinks I hear some envious throat,  
Say I should deal no further than my Boat:  
And ply my Fare, and leave my Epigram,  
Minding, ne Suitor ultra crepidam.  
To such I answer, Fortune give her jousts.  
Some down she throws, and some to honour lifts:  
Amongst whom from me she hath withheld her store  
And gives me leave to sweat it at my Oar.  
And though with labour I my living purse,  
Yet do I think my lines no ●ot the worse,  
For Gold is gold, though buried under moss,  
And dross in golden vessels is but dross.  
john Taylor,   

TO TOM CORIAT.  
What matters for the place I first came from  
I am no Duncecomb, Coxcomb, Odcomb Tom  
Nor am I like a woolpack, c●ām'd w●● Greek,  
Venus in Venice minded to go seek;  
And at my back return to write a Volume,  
In memory of my wits Garganina Column.  
The choicest wits would never so adore me;  
Nor like so many Lackiesrun before me,  
But honest Tom, I envy not thy state,  
There's nothing in thee worthy of my hate;  
Yet I confess thou hast an excellent wit:  
But that an idle brain doth harbour it.  
Fool thou it at the Court, I on the Thames,  
So farewell Obcomb Tom, God bless King james.   

The Author in his own defence.  
THere is a crew of ever carping spirits,  
Who merit nothing good, yet hate good merits:  
One wrings his laws awry, and then cries mew,  
And that I stole my lines, he'll plainly show.  
Thou addleheaded Ass, thy brains are muddy,  
Thy witlesle wit, uncapable of study,  
Deemest each invention barren, like to thine;  
And what thou canst not mend thou wilt repine.  
Lo thus to wavering Censures torturing Rack,  
With truth and confidence my Muse doth pack.  
Let Zoyl●● and let Momus do their worst,  
Let Envy and Detraction swell and burst;  
In spite of spite and rancorous sda●●e,  
In scorn of any carping Critics brain,  
Like to a Post I'll run through thick and thin,  
To scourge Iniquity and spurgall sin.  
You worthy favourites of wisdom's lore,  
Only your favours doth my Muse implore:  
If your good stomaches these harsh lines digest,  
I careless bid a rush for all the rest.  
My lines first parents (be they good or ill)  
Was my unlearned brain, and barten quill.   

THE SCULLER. To the whole kennel of Anti-christs' hounds, Priests, Friars, Monks, and jesuites, Mastiffs, Mongrels, Islands, Spaniels, Bloodhounds, Bobtaile-tike, or Foysting-hound: The SCULLER sends greeting.  

Epigram 1.  
CVrse, exorcise, with Beads, with Book and Bell  
Polluted shavelings: rage and do your worst:  
Use conjurations till your bellics burst,  
With many a Necromantic mumbling spell,  
I fear you not, nor all your friends that sell  
With Lucifer: ye damned dogs that durst  
Devise that thundering Treason most accursed,  
Whose like before was never hatched in Hell,  
Half men, half devils, who never dreamed of good,  
To you from ●aire and sweetly sliding Thames,  
A popomasticke Sculler war proclaims,  
As to the suckers of Imperial blood,  
An Anti-Iesuice Sculler with his pen,  
Defies your Babel beast, and all his Den.  
I.T.   

Epigram 2.  
Room, now approaches thy confusion,  
Thy Antichristian Kingdom down must tumble  
The NI●srods proud cloud-piercing Babylon,  
Like hell-hatched pride, despite thy hart must humble,  
In scorn of damned equivocation,  
My lines like thunder through thy Regions rumble,  
Down in the dust must lie thy painted glory,  
For now I row and write thy tragic story.   

Epigram 3.  
When God had all things out of nothing framed,  
And man had named all things ●● are named;  
God shown to man the way he should behave him,  
What ill would damn him, or what good would save him,  
All creatures that the world did then contain,  
Were all made subjects to man's Lordly reign.  
Fair Paradise was Princely ADAM'S walk,  
Where God himself did often with him talk:  
At which the Angels, envious and proud,  
Strived to ascend above the highest cloud:  
And with the mighty God to make compare,  
And of his glory to have greatest share:  
Because they saw God's love to man so great,  
They strived to throw their Maker from his seat.  
But he, whose power is All-sufficient,  
Did headlong hurl them from Heaven's battlement:  
And for which envious pride they so did swell,  
They lost heavens glory for the pains of Hell.  
In all this time, man living at his ease,  
His wife nor he not knowing to displease  
Their glorious maker, till the Son of night  
Full fraught with rage, and poison bursting spite,  
Finding alone our ancient grandam EVE,  
With false persuasions makes her to believe  
●● would eat the fruit she was forbidden,  
●●● should Gods secrets know, were from her hidden  
●sing all was true the Serpent told,  
●●● both to ADAM straightway did unfold,  
●●●●●●cherous horrid vile soul killingtreason,  
●●● ambitions, past the bounds of reason,  
●●● his posterities sole detriment)  
●● to the Woman and the Fiend consent.  
●●●● ADAM never had the devil obeyed,  
●●● not had the woman for his aid.  
●●● the sex that God made man to cherish,  
●●● by the Devil enticed to cause him perish.  
●●● supposing he had won the field  
●●● taking man to his obedience yield)  
●●● ADAM now in corpse and mind dejected,  
●●● head to foot with shameful sin infected:  
●●● a slave to sin, the Devil and Death,  
●ding the dinger of th'Almighties wrath,  
●●●, banished from God's presence thrust,  
●●● the earth being for his crime accursed,  
●●● with grief and self-consuming care,  
●● at the brim of bottomless despair.  
●●● God in mercy thinking of his frailty,  
●●● sinful man to him had broken ●ealcie,  
●●● promise he would send his only Son,  
●●● for faults by man misdone.  
●●●, he came, in his appointed time,  
●●● on his faultless shoulders took our crime,  
●●● like a malefactor death he suffered,  
●●●●●●, once for all, himself himself hath offered.  
●●● yet the Devil will not be satisfied,  
●●● though the Son of God for sinners died)  
●●● daily hellish damned enterprises,  
●●● Ministers and he 'gainst man devices,  
●●● the shelter of Religion's cloak,  
●cusly he doth the world provoke,  
●●● God in traitorous manner to rebel,  
●●● amplify his everlasting hell,  
●●● tempting mankind still by fraud or force,  
●●● soul from his Redeemer to divorce,  
●●● yet not man alone must feel his sting.  
●●● he dares venture on our heavenly King,  
●hose power though Satan Knows is everlasting,  
●●● after forty days and nights long fasting,  
●●●cking him weak, attempts now to invade him:  
●●● with illusions seeking to persuade him:  
●●●●●es our Saviour up unto a Hill,  
●●● told him if he would obey his will.  
●●● oration to fall down before him,  
●●● of the world's great glory would so store him  
That he should Lord and Master be of all,  
●●● in reverence would before him fall.  
Christ knowing him to be the root of evil,  
With Godlike power commands, avoid thou devil.  
'Tis writ, Thou Shalt not tempt the Lord thy God,  
●●● seive and fear the fury of his rod,  
Satan perceiving all his labour lost,  
Runs through the world, more switter than a post:  
Proclaims large Kingdoms, and a triple Crown,  
To him that in his Reverence would fall down.  
Ambitious thirst of fickle fading fame,  
Did quickly minds of worldly man inflame:  
Making them dream on pleasures transitory,  
And to esteem earth's pomp above heaven's glory.  
This made the Pope, with poisonous pride infused,  
T' accept those honours Christ before refused:  
Now hath he won great fame, on this condition:  
That fore the devil he fall in base submission:  
So having won this great magnificence,  
To countermand the earth's circumference.  
The Idiot world he proudly ou●r-swa●●●,  
Under the name of Heaven's immortal hays,  
O'er all the Globe he reigns as Lord and King,  
And to Hell's Goat. fold ●●e doth millions bring,  
Ot souls, ●●duc'd with buzzard bladed zeal,  
From men besotted he doth honour steal,  
And yet with his effrontit shameless face,  
Seems to command the devil that gave him place.  
A heinous fault in my dull understanding,  
The Servant o'er his Lord should be commanding:  
But yet I think 'tis but for policy,  
More to increase th' infernal Monarchy:  
He seems to hate the Devil he most doth serve,  
Else would the world from Rome's obedience swerve,  
And leave the Pope and Papists in the lurch:  
And then might Satan whistle for a Church,  
The Isle of Britain hath perceived their tricks,  
And in Rebellion against the Pope she kicks:  
For whom they have inucnted helle-hatcht plots,  
Quite to extirp the English and the Scots.  
I wots not which of Rome or hell roared louder,  
But they had like t'have peppered us with powder.  
Yea all estates, from Sceptre to the Crown,  
Should topsy tur●ie all be tumbled down.  
Without respect of person, sex, or age,  
All had their doom, t'abide the Roman rage.  
But he that by his sacred self had sworn,  
To guard his Church, did laugh them all to scorn:  
For when those vassals of eternal night,  
Thought all secure, than God brought all to light,  
Casting their painted glory in the dust,  
That any power besides his power doth trust:  
I. eaving their Corpse a prey for Crows and Kites,  
That bravely so for Signior Satan fights.  
But in this matter I'll no further travail,  
Lest want or water make my Ship to gravel:  
Knowing there's many wits of fare more worth,  
That to the life hath limbed this Treason forth;  
But I'll conclude as I began before,  
Because that Christ would not the devil adore,  
Christ lost this glorious worldly pompous reign,  
Which happy loss, the hapless Pope did gain.   

Epigram 4.  
HOw weakly is that weak Religion grounded,  
That thinks the Church on Peter's corpse is founded?  
The Spouse of Christ is built on Faith's firm Rock,  
Which not the fury of Hell's direful shock,  
Though all the fiends in treupes do her assail,  
Yet ' gainsts God's power their force cannot prevail.  
Peter's confessing Christ God's 
a Math. 16. If the Corpse of Peter be the Church's foundation, as the Papists same, then how should the Spouse of our Saviour have done, if the Apostle Peter had never been borne  true begotten,  
Is sure the Church's ground, but Peter's rotten,  
Or else it Peter never had had life,  
Through want of him Christ never had had wise,  
For't is an Article of Faith profound,  
To know S. Peter for the Church's ground.  
And who denies it shall have fire and rope,  
Believe me Reader, or go ask the Pope.  
But yet I muse in what place of the earth,  
God's Church did stand before S. Peter's birth?   

Epigram 5.  
When as our Saviour to the Temple went,  
To tell the message that his Father sent:  
And finding there a rude unruly rout,  
That bought and sold, he angry beat them out,  
And overthrew their Trestles and their tables,  
And made them pack away with all their babbles:  
And further said (what all true hearts believes)  
This house was made for Prayer, no den for thiefs.  
Those Merchants thus whipped from their market place  
Practised revenge against Christ for this disgrace.  
And more to strength their power, joined with the Pope:  
Who by his lawless Law hath given them scope,  
That in the Church they still should buy and sell  
Both God, and Devil, Heaven, Purgatory, Hell,  
Now here's the odds, Christ out the Pedlar's thrust,  
And stayed himself there, preaching what was just.  
And for revenge the haughty Roman Priest.  
Hath ta'en the Pedlars in, and thrust out Christ.   

Epigram 6.  
IT is a question fiarre beyond my Logic,  
How those the have the Popedom won by Magic,  
Can be Lieutenants 
b 'tis more than I can believe that the Devil hath power to elect an officer for God. Being of the Devils placing or displasing, the Pope must needs be the devil's deputy and not Christ's.  unto Christ our Saviour,  
Being known for hell hounds of most damned behaviour:  
Then since the devil hath the Pope created.  
His Vicar must he be, that there him seated:  
'Twould make a wiset head than mine to muse,  
That God should like the man the Devil doth choose.   

Epigram 7.  
A Prover be old, where had the Devil the Fry  
Where had the Devil the Friar but were he ●●●  
The Devil with the Friar sits in the Choir, ●●●  
The Friar with the Devil says and sings Mass?  
The devil and the Friar are ne'er asunder,  
The Friar to hate the Devil is more than wonder   

Epigram 8.  
COnferring with a Romish 
c I myself did talk with such a fellow, and if occasion ●●● I can produce him.  Pharisee,  
Who void of grace maintained this heresy,  
That he the Law of God had never broken,  
Nor never ill had done, nor ill had spoken.  
I gave his Antichristian faith the lie.  
And told him that for him Christ did not dye.  
For he did suffer only for their sin.  
Who were ensnared in the devil's gin.  
And as for him that never had transgressed,  
'tTwere good to hang him now he's at the best.   

Epigram 9  
IT is an Art beyond the work of Nature,  
The Pope should be 
d 'tis a rare piece of work for the pot to make the Pott●●.  Creator, and a Creature  
Betwixt the Pope and God there's one thing odd,  
For though God all things made ●● Pope makes God   

Epigram 10.  
Religion's scattered into diverse sects,  
One likes one way for many sound respects,  
Others like that way; others like another,  
And what likes th'one, is loathed by the other.  
Yet each man deems his own opinion's right,  
And each against other bearesinated spite.  
Amongst the rest the Roman Catholic,  
Who scorns that his Religion sail should strike  
To any, since from it two virtues springs,  
That they may eat their God, and kill their Kings  
By which main Maxims they do strongly hope  
To the world's Period to uphold the 
e If the devil betrue to his Servants, these two principal Ar●●●mes will to the end of the world help the Papists at a dead ●●●  Pope.   

Epigram 11.  
IT is no wonder though Rome's regal sway,  
Is by a Shepherd ruled with 
f ●●●● a reason a Shepherd should rule Rome, because a Shep●●●rd did build it: and it stands by great rea●on, the Pope ●●●● be of a wolvish nature, because a Wolte was nurie to his predecessor Romulu●●  Lordly same;  
For ancient Records truly doth display;  
How Romulus the Shepherd built the same:  
And how his brother Rem● and himself,  
In Tiber's restless wanesy drenched and duck,  
When infant misery was all their pelse,  
A ravening wolf, most motherly they sucks  
From whom doth spring as from a flowing gulf,  
Rome's Priest and Prince, a Shepherd and a Wolf.   

Epigram 12.  
TVmultuous thoughts within my breast death struggle,  
To think how sinely popish Priests can juggle:  
And make the world believe a a wafer 
g though all the Scriptures do affirm that the corporael pre●●● of Christ is in heaven from whence he will not come in his ●●●● form, till he comes to ●●● eternal ●udgement: yet a ●●●●ing Priest, will daily take upon him to command and him ●●●● and to juggle him into the shape of a Cake, or a piece of bread.  Cake,  
Is that Creator that did all things make  
Or that the sinne-polluted bald-crownd Priest,  
With conjurations, can create his Christ,  
When our belief d●th plainly testify,  
He sits at God's right hand in Majesty,  
From whence in humane for me he will not come,  
Till quick and dead shall all abide his doom.  
What Fools are they then thinks the Priest & Baker,  
With impious hands makes their immortal maker.   

Epigram 13.  
NOt all the sophistry of Aristosle,  
Cannot persuade me but the Pope did err,  
When he and's son mistook the poisoned 
h ●●● the 6, and his son Caesar Borgin●, were both poyso●●d in mistaking their liquor. But if his Holiness had been in ●●● Chair, he could not have erred in such a matter.  bottle.  
'Twas ' error sure, what ever they infer.  
O't had been good then, both for him and's heir,  
He had been haltered fast in Peter's Chair.   

Epigram 14.  
THe wa● like Emperors before Christ come,  
Subdued the wo●ld, both Sea and Land to Rome.  
Then afterwards the 
i Heaven, Earth, sea, and Land being all won before these ●times by the Emperors and the godly Bishops, there re●●●●es● only Hell for the Pope to make a lawful claime●●●  Heavens their Bishops won.  
By preaching truly Gods Immortal Son.  
Heaven, Earth, and Sea, being taken in the prime,  
What rests now for the Popes this latter time?  
Since of the heavens and earth they lose their part,  
They will have hell, despite the devil's hart.   

Epigram 15.  
Christs' Church in no ways is the 
k That Church that is so oposite to the doctrine of Christ cannot be Christ's wi●e but the devil's whore.  Church of  
For Paul says, in the latter time should come,  
Apostates, that the truth should quite forsake,  
That lies and fables should Religion make:  
Affirming meats and Matrimony evil,  
Which Paul doth call the doctrine of the devil.  
Then since the Pope and all his shaveling rout,  
What Christ commands they wilfully thrust out.  
I with my betters must conclude this doom,  
The Devil's dear drab must be the Church of Rome.   

Epigram 16.  
O Yes, if any man would know a place,  
Where God himself hath neither power nor might,  
Where as th' Almighty never showed his face.  
Where words, nor swords, can neither talk nor sight.  
O such a place● esse place ●● 
l God made heaven and earth, the Sea, and all things contained in them: the Pope made Purgatory without God's leave or knowledge, therefore it is no reason that God should have any thing to do there without the Pope's leave . Purg●●tory,  
Created by the Pope without God's leave,  
To amplify his Antichristian glory,  
And all the world with counning to deceive,  
Where as the Pope hangs, draws, condemns, and ●dges  
Commits, acquits, sets free, or ●●●●●● all,  
Whether he thousands sends, on heaps like drudges,  
For in this no place, he is all in all,  
And like a mighty ●●● crowned P●●● Prince,  
With threats and bansh●●● so the world be witches:  
In sending thither, and recalling ●●●●●,  
He gains himself the D●●ll and all for riches.   

Epigram 17.  
THe 
m H●s holiness domineers over all the devils in this life, but 'tis but borrowed ware, for they pay him all his old score when he dies, and comes to ●●● host.  Pope hath charge of heavens immortal keys,  
And triple-headed Cerberus obeys,  
His triple Crown, and who so e'er he please,  
He sends to Hell for pain, or Heaven for ease.  
He can command the Angels and the Fiends,  
What pleases them for him or for his friends,  
Like as a Dog doth fear a sti●ch of Bacon,  
So his great name, Heaven, Earth, & Hell hath shaken.   

Epigram 18.  
Who dares affirm the Popes of Rome are Proud,  
Amongst the Heretics himself must shroud  
Or who dares say they're given to Avarice,  
In selling Heaven and Hell for sums of price?  
Or who dares speak such words of treachery,  
To say the Pope is given to 
n Seven goodly virtues naturally engrafted in his hellish Holiness.  Lechery?  
Or who is he, dares be so impious,  
To say his Holiness is Envious?  
Or who, for sear of everlasting scathe,  
Dares once accuse his Holiness of Wrath.  
Or who is he that dares once verify,  
The Pope doth use excessive Gluttony?  
Or who dares say, that like a drone or moth,  
Like an unpreaching Priest, he life's by El●●th?  
He that against him this dares justify,  
Is a plain Protestant, and such am I   

Epigram 19  
MAy it be called intolerable Pride,  
For man to sit in the 
o His holiness never learned this of Christ, nor yet of Peter.  Almighty's seat,  
Or on men's shoulders pompously to ride.  
To terrify the world with thundering threat?  
To wear a three● piled Crown upon his head?  
To have both Kings and Princes at his beck?  
Whose Horse by mighty Potentate's is led,  
Who proudly boots upon the Emperor's neck:  
If tricks like these, ●o● pride may be allowed,  
Then I conclude, the Pope must needs be proud.   

Epigram 20.  
IF it be covetous for gripple gain,  
To sell● the Heavens, the Earth, yea God himself,  
To dispossess Kings from their lawful reign,  
To cram his co●fers with unlawful pel●e.  
To pardon sins for 
p If you will know the price of sin, any ordinary Priest can tell you, as well as Tom Tapster can tell a penny is the price of a pot of Ale.  money, more than pity:  
Nay more, to pardon sins that are to come:  
To maintain Whores, and Stews in Town and City:  
Who yearly pays the Pop● a countless sum,  
Who takes great interest, puts great sums to use,  
'Tis Covetousuesse I think without excuse.   

Epigram 21.  
IS it not brutish sensual 
q Why may not his Holiness have as much privilege as a Beast, for a beast may lawfully ●ngender with his own kindred, and the Pope is called a Beast in many places of the Bible.  appetite,  
The Sire to make a strumpet of his child,  
Or is not Lechery an Epethire,  
For him that hath his Father's bed defiled?  
For him that hath des● our Virginity?  
That hath defiled the Damozell and the Dam,  
Without respect of Consanguinity?  
That like a wolf hath spould both Ewe and Lamb?  
This may be rearmed incestuons Luxury,  
And yet his Holiness not wronged thereby.   

Epigram 22.  
HE like a God that governs in the world,  
That Eu●●es ●●ch man's honour but his own:  
He ●●●●●●●● through the earth hath hurled,  
Who●● Envy hath great Kingdoms overthrown.  
He that vngra●●s his ●●● that's o●●ce entombed,  
For Enu●● that he wronged him whilst he lived,  
And after death is E●●●●● d●●m'd.  
To be of live less sencel●●sie limbs depriaed.  
If this be true none will deny I hope,  
That Envy is engrafted in the Pope. 
r It is too true, that the Pope envying the glory of other Princes, hath by fraud of source gotten all the earthly glory to ●●●●●●. Pope Stephen the 6 caused the de●d body of ●●●●●●●●●●. ●●● to be digged up, & to be cut and mangled and cast into the River Tiber.    

Epigram 23.  
HE whose fierce 
s Those that remember the powder Treason●●● tell if I ly●●●●● not, besides many horrible murders committed by Popes, which ●● are extant in many learned Authors of their own sect.  Wrath with bloody rag●●doth swell  
That cakes delight in slaughtering Gods ●●●  
He that is sworn the Champion of Hell.  
That Wrath and Murder only doth effect:  
He whose combu●●●ous all devouring ire,  
Depopulates and lays whole Empires waste,  
Whose Wrath like a consuming quenchl●●le fire,  
Hath blessed peace from Ch●stendome displaced.  
If I should need one, skilled in Wrath and Murder  
His Holiness commands me go no further.   

Epigram 24.  
WHO dares for 
t it is a pitiful pining gluttonous fast, to refrain fic●h and eat all manner of fish, and other Delicates, which they cause to swim in their bellies with the strongest Wine, which makes his Holiness and all his crew to look as leave as so many Brawns stied up against Christmas.  Gluttony the Pope accuse,  
Or' gunst voluptuous diet make complaints●●  
His Holiness so many Fasts doth use,  
As L●nts, and Fasting days, and Eeucs of Saints,  
Yet where Pride, Lust, and Avarice are found,  
Heart gnawing Envy, and fell murdering Wra●●●,  
There ravenous Gluttoxy must needs abound,  
Else other vices will be out of breath.  
For Papists Fasts are generally more dear,  
Then Feasts of Protestants with all their cheer.   

Epigram 25.  

THose 
u I mean the seven deadly sins,  liberal Sciences in number soanen,  
Began with Pride, & ends with drowsy Sl●●●b  
Yet Christ's command unto the Apostles given  
Was, feed my sheep that faith in them have growth.  
Now I suppose, the feeding of Christ's flock,  
Is truly Preaching of his sacred word, 
x His Holiness knows ●● should feed the Sheep of Christ with such food as he com●●●ded they would soon find out his knavery.   
Which word's the Key that opes the heavenly lock,  
Which, 
y If the Pope ●●●●●● this sword to be drawn, it would cut his throat, and ●●●●●●●es both.  Sword and Word his Holiness doth hoard.  
Which drawn, cuts his throat and the Devils both,  
For scare of which he lets it sleep in sloth.   

The belief of a Roman Catholske.    

Epigram 26.  
I Do believe the holy Pope of Rome,  
Is Lord of 
z I would wish that this were not so, but I need not stand long is persuading men to believe it, for their own Authors will te●●●●this and a hundred times more.  Scriptures, Fathers, Church and all:  
Of Counsels of the world, whose dreadful doom,  
Can at his pleasure make all rise, or fall.  
I do believe, though God forbids the same,  
That I should worship Images, and Saints:  
I hope by mine own works I heaven may claim.  
●● tongues unknown, I must make prayers & plaints.  
I do believe Christ's body made of bread.  
And may be eaten by Dogs, Cats, or Mice,  
Yet is a sacrifice for quick and dead,  
And may be bought and sold for rated price.  
I further do believe the Pope our Lord,  
●●n at his pleasure all my sins forgive.  
I do believe at his commanding 
* I think as you think, ●●●● think you?  word,  
Subjects must Kings of lives and land deprive.  
Like as the Church believes, so I believe:  
By which I hope the Heavens I shall achieve.   

Epigram 27.  
LIke as the Viper's birth's his mother's bane,  
So the Pope's full, hath been the Emperor's wane:  
The Empire's Autumn, was the Popish Spring,  
And King's subjection made the Pope a King.  
Then did his Holiness become a God,  
When Princes children-like, 'gan fear his rod.  
Whilst earthly Potentates their own did hold,  
Th●● Pope's then Shepheard-like did keep their fold.  
And fore the sacred truth should be o'ercome,  
They willingly would suffer Martyrdom.  
But farewell Martyrs nows and welcome Mitres,  
For painful Preachers now, contentions fighters,  
With blood or gold, ascends ●he Papal Chair,  
Under the title of Saint Peter's heir.  
I think if truth were brought unto the trial,  
The Pope is heir to Peter in denial.  
But want of penitence proclaims him base,  
A Bastard not of P●●ers blesied race,  
Unless when Christ did call th' Apostle devil.  
He's Bastard to the good, and heir to th'evil.   

Epigram 28.  
ME● thinks I hear a swarm of Romani●●●.  
Revile and curse, with Candle, Book & Be●l●  
Yea all the pol●eshorne crew of Antichrists,  
Condemns me all without remorse to Hell:  
But I with resolution so do arm me,  
Their blessings do no good, nor cursing harm me.   

Epigram 29.  
I That have rowed from Tiber unto Thames,  
Not with a Sculler, but with Scull and bra●●●,  
If none will pay my Fare, the more's their shames,  
I am not first unpaid that hath ta'en pa●nes.  
Yet I'll be bold if payment be delayed.  
To say and swear your Sculler is not paid.    

To his approved good friend, Master Robert Branthwayt.  
Dear friend, to thee I own a countless debt,  
Which though I ever pay will ne'er be paid:  
'tis not base coin, subject to cankers ●●●t,  
If so, in time my debt would be defrayed,  
But this may debt, I would have all men know.  
Is love, the more I pay, the more I owe.  
I.T.   

To his well esteemed friend, Master Maximilian Waad.  
Wlt, Learning, Honesty, and all good parts,  
Hath so possessed thy body and thy mind,  
That covetously thou stealest away men's hearts,  
Yet'gainst thy theft, there's never none repined.  
My heart, that is my greatest worldly pelse,  
Shall ever be for thee as for myself.  
I.T.   

To my friend Master William Sherman.  
THou that in idle adulating words  
Canst never please the humours of these days,  
That greatest works with smallest speech affords,  
Whose wit the rules of Wisdom's lore obeys.  
In few words then, I wish that thou mayst be,  
As well beloved of all men, as of me,  
I.T.  
FINIS.   


Epigram 1.  
ALl you that steadfastly do fix your eye,  
Upon this idle issue of my brain,  
Who void of any intricate disguise,  
Describes my meaning rustical and plain.  
My Muse like ●●phus with roylesome trade,  
Is ever working, yet hath never done,  
Though from ●● Rom. ●●● Sea she well 'gan wade,  
Yet is her labour as 'twere ne● begun.  
For having at the Papists had a sling,  
Great Brita●●es vice, or virtues now I sing.   

Epigram 2.  
THen cause I will not hug myself in sin,  
First with myself, I mean for to begin.  
Confessing that in me there's nothing good:  
My veins are full of sinne-polluted blood,  
Which all my corpse infects with hellborn crimes,  
Which make my actions lawless like these times,  
That had I power according to my will,  
My faults would make compare with any ill,  
But yet I muse at Poets now adays,  
That each man's vice so sharply will dispraise:  
Like as the Kite doth o'er the carrion hover,  
So their own faults, with other men's they cover.  
'Cause you shall deem my judgement to be just,  
Amongst the guilty, I cry guilty first.   

Epigram 3.  
GLacus that self conce●ted critic fool,  
Upon my Epigrams doth look a scaunt,  
And bids me pat my borren wit to School,  
And I in anger bid the Affe aua●●●.  
For till some better thing by him is penned,  
I bid him fault not that he cannot mend.   

Epigram 4.  
A Skilful Painter such rare pictures drew.  
That every man his workmanship admired:  
So near the life, in beauty, for me, and new,  
As if dead Art, against Nature had conspired.  
Painter says one, thy wife's a p●●tty woman,  
I muse such il●-shapt Children thou ●ast got,  
Yet makest such pictures as their like makes no man,  
I prithee tell the cause of this thy lot?  
Quoth he, I paint by day when it is light,  
And get my Children in the dark at night.   

Epigram 5.  
Unlearned Azo, store to Books hath bought,  
Because a learned Scholar he'll be thought:  
I counselled him that had of Books such store,  
To buy Pipes, Lutes, the Viol and Bandore.  
And then his Music and his learning share,  
Being both alike, with either might compare.   

Epigram 6.  
Fair Betrice tucks her coats up somewhat high,  
Her pretty leg and foot cause men should spy:  
Says one you have a handsome Leg sweet duck,  
I have two (quoth she) or else I had hard ●ucke:  
There's two indeed, I think theyare twins (qd. he)  
They are, and are not, honest friend (quoth she)  
Their birth was both at once, I dare be sworn,  
But yet between them both a man was borne.   

Epigram 7.  
THe way to make a Welshman thirst for bliss,  
And say his prayers daily on his knees:  
Is to persuade him, that most centaine 'tis,  
The Moon is made of nothing but green Cheese.  
And he'll desire of God no greater boon,  
But place in heaven to feed upon the Moon.   

Epigram 8.  
A Gailant Lass from out her window saw,  
A Gentleman, whose nose in length exceeded;  
Her boundless will, not limited by Law,  
Imagined he had what she greatly needed,  
To speak with him, she kindly doth entreat,  
Desiring him to clear her dark suppose:  
Supposing every thing was made complete,  
And correspondent equal to his nose.  
But finding short where she expected long,  
She sighed and said, O nose thou didst me wrong.   

Epigram 9  
YOung Sr. john Puckefoist, and his new made Madam:  
Forgets they were the off spring of old Adam,  
I'm sure 'tis not for wit, nor manlike fight,  
His worthless worship late was dubbed a Knight.  
Some are made great for wealth, and some ●or ●it,  
And some for valour do attain to it:  
And some for neither valour, wit nor wealth,  
But stolen opinion, purchase it by stealth.   

Epigram 10.  
ONe told me fiattery was exiled the slate,  
And pride and lust at Court were out of date,  
How virtue did from thence all vice put sue,  
'Tis news (qnoth I) too good for to be true.   

Epigram 11.  
HE that doth beat his brains, and try his wit,  
In hope thereby to please the multitude,  
As soon may ride a Horse without a bit,  
Above the Moon, or Sun's high altitude.  
Then neither flattery, nor the hope of pelf,  
Hath made me write, but for to please myself.   

Epigram 12.  
A Rustic swain was cleaning of a black,  
And hum he cries at every ponderous kr●o●●ke,  
His wife says, Husband, where fore hum you ●●?  
Quoth he, it makes the wedge in further go.  
When day was done, and drow sie night was come,  
Being both in bed at play, sh●●● bids him hum.  
Good wife (quoth he) ●ncreat me hum no more,  
For when I hum I cleave, but now I bore.   

Epigram 13.  
When Cavalero Hot shot goes with Oars,  
'Zounds rowye Rogues, ye●●z knaves make haste,  
●●●yle of Fiddlers and a brace of Whotes,  
At Lambeth stays for me to break their fast;  
He that's so hot for's wench ere he come nietzer,  
Being at her once, I doubt he'll be on fire.   

Epigram 14.  
IT was my chance once in my furious mood,  
To call my neighbour's wife an a●●●nt who ●re,  
But she most ●●●●y on here credit stood,  
●●aring that sorry I should be there ●o●●● re,  
Her Husband understanding of the case,  
Protested he would sue me for a slander,  
When strait I proved it to his forked face,  
He was a Knave, a Cuckold and a Pander,  
Obo (quoth he) good neighbour say no more,  
I know my wife lets out her buggle bo.   

Epigram 15.  
THe Law hangs Thiefs for their unlawful Stealing  
The law carts Bawd●, for keeping of the door,  
The Law doth punish R●gues, for rogu●●sh dealing  
The Law whips both the Pander and the Who●e,  
For yet I muse from whence this Law is grown,  
Whores must not steal nor yet must v●● their own.   

Epigram 15.  
OLd Fabian by Extortion and by stealth,  
Hoth got a huge Mass of ill gotten wealth,  
For which he gives God daily thankes and praise,  
When 'twas the Devil that did his antunes' ray●●,  
Then since the gatting of thy goods were evil,  
The hast reason to be thankful to the devil,  
Who very largely hatn increased thy mock,  
And sent the Miser Midaes' golden lock.  
Then thank not God, for he hath h●lp● thee left,  
But thank the Devil that hath thy ●●●●●●creast.   

Epigram 17.  
WHat matter is't, how men their days do spend,  
So good report do on their deaths attend:  
Though in thy former life thou ne'er didst good,  
But mad'st Religion for thy faults a hood,  
And all black sin's were●…  
And took thy Con●…  
Yet at thy●…  
●●●● have ● Sern●…  
A thread●…  
And in●…  
Will mak●●…  
And●…  
Our●…  
Who was the●…  
N D●●●●●… swearer,  
No gr●ed● Usurer, ●…  
Ode●…  
And thus an end at has●…  
Thus Mr. ●…  
To make a V●ll●ine●…  
And to one●…  
Much more than ●●●●●●●●●● worth of words.   

Epigram 18.  
LOrd who would take him for a p'pp●n squire,  
That's●…  
Can the duned wind●●●● or base ●●●●●●,  
Maintain the sl●u● in this 〈…〉?  
No 〈…〉 V●●tue's at to law a price,  
When man knows better how to thr●●●● by Vice,   

Epigram 19  
ALL Bradoes oaths are new founded quence,  
As though they sprung from learned Sapience:  
He swears by twit● p●●d I ●●●● fiery Car,  
By Mars' Lance, the fearful God of war,  
By ●●u●ias Bo ●● M●●●●●es charming Rod,  
By B●●●●●● Di●ty, that drunken God  
By gum saced ●ut● and A●ernus ●aues,  
B● Eoius blasts, and Neptun●● raging W●ues,  
B●●●● swe●● M●●●us ●●●●ght ●●●●●● eyes,  
All other Oaths his h●mon doth despise.   

Epigram 20.  
Signior Scranoto and trow doth range  
And at high Noon he visits the Exchange:  
With stately gate the peopled Burse he stalks,  
Prving for some acquaintance in those walks;  
Which if he Spy●●●●●● but has strange salute,  
Mark how he'll spread to show his broking suit,  
When he perhaps that owed that cast apparel,  
Not a fortnight since at Tyburn sought a quarrel.   

Epigram 21.  
OLd Grubsons' Son a stripling of good age,  
● will make one laugh to see him and his Page,  
Like to a guarded Vichin walks the streets,  
Looking for reverence of each one he meets;  
Eagles must honour Owls, and Lion's Apes,  
And wise men worship fools for fare fetched shapes,   

Epigram 22.  
GReab Captain Shark doth wonderfully muse,  
How he shall spend the day that next ensues:  
There's no Play to be played, but he hath seen,  
At all the theatres he oft hath been:  
And seen the rise of Clowns, and fall of Kings,  
Which to his humour no contentment brings.  
And for he scorns to see a Play past twice:  
he'll spend a time with his sweet Cockatrice.   

Epigram 23.  
A Complete Gallant that hath gone as fare,  
That with his hands from skies hath plucked a star:  
And saw bright Phoebus whom he did take Coach:  
And Luna when her throne she did approach:  
And talk with jupiter and Mercury,  
With Vulcan and the Queen of Lechery.  
And saw the net the stumpfoot Blacksmith made,  
When ein fell Mars and Venus was betrayed,  
With thousand other sights he saw in skies,  
Who dares affirm i● that this gallant lies?  
I counsel all that either hate or love him.  
Rather believe him, then go to disprove him.   

Epigram 24.  
DRusus his portion gallantly hath spent,  
What though? He did it to a good intent.  
Unto a wise man it seems never strange,  
That men should put their money to Exchange.  
Nay then I saw he was a subtle Fox,  
What had he for't I pray, sweet Sir the Pox.  
I do not like his bargain: why, wherefore?  
His money still waned less, his pox wax more.  
He need not now fear wasting of his stocks.  
Spend what he can, he ne'er shall want the Pox.   

Epigram 25.  
Neat Master Scape-thrist, rails against all ryet,  
Commending much a temperate sparing diet,  
What though he hath been prodigal and wild,  
Those idle fancies now he hath exiled:  
What though he hath been frequent with excess  
Of Dice, of Drabs, and drowsy Drunkenness,  
Yet now he's changed Sir, he is not the man,  
The case is altered now from what 'twas then:  
The Prologue of his wealth did teach him spend,  
And 'tis the Epilogue that makes him mend.   

Epigram 26.  
A Greedy Chuff once being warned in post  
To make appearance at the Court of Hell:  
Where grifly Pluto hotly rules the roast.  
And being summoned by the passing Bell.  
With heaps of gold he would have bribed Death,  
But he dildaining bribes deprived his breath.   

Epigram 27.  
DOctor Donzago one of wondrous learning,  
And in Astronomy exceeding cunning:  
Of things thats past and coming he's discerning,  
His mind on Prophecies is ever running,  
Of Comets, Meteors, Apparitions,  
Of Prodigles, and exhalations,  
Of Planets, natures, and conditions,  
And of the spheres great calculations.  
Yet want of one skill all his cunning smothers,  
Who lies most with his wife himself or others.   

Epigram 28.  
Brave Bragadocia whom the world doth threaten  
Was lately with a Faggot stick sore beaten:  
Wherefore in kindness now my Muse must weep,  
Because his resolution was asleep.   

Epigram 29.  
Walking along the streets the other day.  
A ragged Soldier crossed me on the way;  
And though my purses lining was but scant,  
Yet somewhat I bestowed to ease his want.  
For which he kindly thanked me with his heart,  
And took his leave, and friendly we did part.  
When strait mine eyes a Horse & Foot-cloth spy'd●●  
Upon whose back in pompous state did ride,  
One, whom I thought was deputy to jove,  
Yet not this Soldier's wants could pity move,  
But with disdainful looks and terms of scorn  
Commands him travail whether he was borne.  
IT will almost make a Puritan to swear,  
To see an Ass' Horse a cloak to wear.  
When Christians must go naked bare and thin,  
Wanting apparel t'hide their mangled skin.  
Vain world unto thy Chaos turn again.  
Since brutish beasts are more esteemed then men.   

Epigram 30.  
LIeutenant Pusse from Cleaveland is returned,  
Where entering of a breach was sorely burned;  
And from revenge he'll never be persuaded,  
Till the low Countries he hath quite invaded.  
When his hot wrath makes netherlands to smoke,  
He's bound for Deep in France with ireful stroke,  
But have a care in these hot wars of France,  
Lest in a Pocky heat you spoil your Lance.   

Epigram 31.  
A Lovesick Wooer would a Sonnet write,  
In praise of her that was his heart's delight'●  
Hoping thereby his wished love to win,  
And to attain it, thus he did begin.  
Seure of the Earth, and Empress my Soul.  
●Loue and Life, that doth my thoughts control:  
● Queen of my affections and desire,  
●●●● to AE●na, sets my heart on fire.  
●y Golden Locks, resembling brightest Amber;  
●●●●it to grace some mighty Monarch's Chamber;  
●●●eyes Eclipsing T●●●● in his rising,  
●y Face surpassing Nature's best deviung,  
●y lips evaporates most sweet perfumes,  
●y roice the Music of the Spneares astumes.  
●●●on wounds more than Love's shast and Bow,  
●y red the Rose doth shame, thy white the Snow,  
●●● World's wonder, Nature's dearest jewel,  
●●● not thy virtues with thy being cruel,  
●●● that art my Souls adored Saint ●●  
●●●etrable to my woes complaint.  
●●● the poor Bull finch spends the day in moans,  
●●●●ight he wastes in deep heart-gnawing groans.  
●●● most filthy ugly odious Whore,  
●● whom he spends his substance and his store.  
●●●sing millions of egregious lies.  
upraise his Punks foul feature to the skies.   

Epigram 32.  
●●●ke how yond Lechers legs are worn away,  
●●● With haunting of the Whore-hose every day:  
●●nowes more greasy Panders, Bawds, and Drabs,  
●ad eats more Lob sters, Articheck●●s, and Crabs,  
●●w roasted Eggs, Potatoes Muskadine,  
●●●●ers, and pith that grows ●●● Ox's Chine:  
●ith many Drugs, Compounds, and Simples store,  
Which makes him have a stomach to a Whore,  
●● one day he'll give cre when 'tis too late,  
●●hen he stands begging through an Iron Grate.   

Epigram 33.  
Light fingered Francis begging in the jail,  
Did chance to see a friend of his pass by,  
●●inking his lamentations would prevail,  
●ad that some coin would from his bounty sty,  
These ancient friends, one thrall, and th'other tree,  
●●e hungry, lousy, ragged, and forlorn:  
The other ●at with prodigality,  
●akes him this answer mixed with pride and scorn,  
What Frank (quoth he) art there for ●le & Cakes?  
Why how the Devil comes this luckless cross?  
●●●●h sir (quoth Frank) your mastership mistakes.  
●●or I am here for stealing of a Horse,  
●roth I mistook indeed, and ●o ●●st thou,  
●●at this time I have no money now.   

Epigram 34.  
MOunsieur Luxuri hath been with a Punk,  
Whereby his worship's purse is ●hrodely shtunk,  
And now for penance of his former ryet,  
With good Duke Humphrey he must take his diet.  
Thus with a cr●●●●●●●●● 〈…〉  
●●adge his case 〈…〉   

Epigram 35.  
THere chanst●…  
●…  
The ●●● an old man●…  
●…  
The ●●●● a Poet ●●●●●● and 〈…〉,  
The●●● th' a P●…  
These●…  
Who should●…  
Th● old man said that when he was a boy,  
To ●●● nine h●nd●●ed●●●●● was ●●●● a toy,  
To jump in plain ●●●●●● their ●● 〈…〉 ●●●  
Then was acc●●●●● 〈…〉 ●●●.  
The ●●raua●ler replied that he ●●●●●●●.  
The King of Pigmies, and the Fair, Queen,  
And been where triple headed 〈…〉,  
Did guard the sulpheus ●●●●● ●●●●●●  
The Poet he had beene●● H●●●●●●,  
And raked from embers ●●●●●●●on  
Old Saturn's downfall, and ●●●● royal rising,  
With thousand fictions of his wits d●●●sing,  
And for the Pa●nter scorns to come behind,  
He paints a flying Horse, a Golden, Hind,  
A Sagitary, and a grim wild man,  
A two necked Eagle, and a cole● black Swan.  
Now reader tell me which of those tower Liars,  
Doth best deserve the whetstone for their hyers',   

Epigram 36.  
THough Death do V●u●ers of life deprive,  
Yet their extortions ever shall suruia●e.   

Epigram 37.  
MIraculous Monsters in the British clime;  
Monsters of Nature sprungs from putrid slime,  
S 〈…〉 that pulled the Ga●es of ●●●● down,  
Nor Libyan Hercules whose ●●●●●●●●rowne,  
Would m●z● strong Giants, t●●● the Lion's rage,  
Were not so strong as Gallants of this age:  
Why you shall see on upper hackney a●nd lack,  
Will bear five hundred Acres on his back,  
And walk as stourly as if it were no load,  
And bear it to each place of his abode,  
Men of such strength I judge it necesiary,  
That none but such should Porters burdens ●arry.   

Epigram 38.  
FOr God's love tell what gallant Gullis that,  
With the great Feather, and the Beaver Hat●  
O now I know, his name is Mounsieur Shise,  
Great Cousin's german to Sir Cutb●rt ●he●●,  
All his revenues still he beats about him,  
Whore-house nor ordinary never are without him.  
False Dice, sharp Knife, and nimble nimming fingers,  
Are his swor●e subjects and his tribute bring ●●●.  
Thus doth h●swagger, shark, steal, fil●● & quarrel,  
Until the Hangman's Wardrobe hangs his apparel.   

Epigram 29.  
A Famous House in posting haste is built,  
●●● Porch with Pillars all beguilt,  
Brave l●●rie Chimney's pity to defile them.  
Pray make no fire, for the smoke will soil them.   

Epigram 40.  
A Worthy Knight there is of ancient fame,  
Ans sweet Sir Reverence men do call his name:  
By whose industrious policy and wit,  
There's many things well ta'en were else unfit:  
If to a foul discourse thou hast prerence.  
Before thy foul word, name Sir Reverence,  
Thy beastly tale most pleasantly will slip.  
And gain thee praise, when thou deteru'st the whip.  
There's nothing vile that can be done or spoke,  
But must be covered with Sir Reverence Cloak,  
His ancient pedigree who ever leeks,  
Shall find he's sprung from amongst the gallant Greeks',  
Was Aiax Squire, great Champton to God Mars:  
Pray God Sir Reverence bless your Worships ()   

Epigram 41.  
HVnting is all this Gentleman's delight,  
Yet out of Town his worship never rides;  
He hunts invisible, and out of sight,  
For in the City still his Game abides.  
He hunts no Lion, Tiger nor the Boar,  
Not Back, nor Stag, nor Hart, nor H●●de, nor Hound,  
But all his sport's in hunting of a Whore,  
And in the chase no travail he will spare.  
He hath one Dog for hunting of the Coney,  
Worth a wholekénell of your slip mouthed hounds.  
He will not part with him for any money,  
But yet the Cur will course beyond his bounds,  
But I advice him to respect his lot,  
Lest too much heating make him pocky hot,   

Epigram 42.  
FAlling a sleep, and sleeping in a dream,  
Down by the dale that flows with milk & cream,  
I saw a Rat upon an Essex cheese,  
Dismounted by a Cambrain clad in Frieze.  
To bid his worship eat I had no need.  
For like a Sergeant he began to feed.   

Epigram 43.  
A French and English man at Dinner sat,  
And neither understanding others prate  
The Frenchman says, mange proface Mousieur,  
The Englishman gins to storm and swear:  
By all the Devils, and the Devil's dams,  
He was not mangy but i'th' wrists and ha●s.   

Epigram 44.  
A Dead dead bargain is a quick quick wife.  
A quick wife lies over long upon ones hands●●  
But for a dead wife that hath lost her life  
A man may sooner utter than his Lands.  
This Riddle greatly doth amaze my head,  
That dead things should be quick, and quick thin ●●●●  
lo then I'll make an outcry, wondrous strange,  
If death do any wife of life deprive:  
I give her Husband coin to boot, and change:  
And for his dead wife one that is alive:  
Besides, I'll pay the burial and the Feast,  
And take my wife a gain, when she's deceased.   

Epigram 45.  
MOmus sits mumming like an Antic elf,  
Hates others good, nor doth no good himself   

Epigram 46.  
REader is any thing this Book thee cost,  
Thou needest not deem thy c●● and labour lost  
'Twill serve the● well Tobacco for to dry,  
Or when thou talk'st with mother Anthony,  
'Twill serve for Muckenders for want of better,  
So farewell Reader, I remain thy debtor.    

Satire.  
THou that hast ever been a roving Thief,  
A diving Cutpurse, or a perjured ●● lave,  
And in all villainy hast b●●ne the eni●●●,  
And with a brazen brow canst ●●●●● brave,  
That stealest thy Pedigree from ancient houses,  
And jet'st in broking Satin every day:  
That tak'st delight in stabbing and Carouses,  
Not caring how thou lerst thy lose life shay,  
Thou that hast been a Traitor to thy P●●●●,  
A great Arch villain to thy Native foil,  
And wouldst by treachery exile from thence,  
The blested peace hath been procured with toil.  
Thou that hast been a Machimlian,  
For damned s●●igh●s, cone its, and policy:  
Thou that hast been an Antichristian,  
Or Schismatic with blinded Heresy,  
If any of these vile iniq ●ities,  
Have been the Axioms of thy passed life;  
Then view the Rolls of old antiquities,  
And see goods got with falsehood, lost with strife,  
There shall you see how justice evermore,  
Hath poized the Balance, and upheld the Sword,  
How Gravity inspited with Wisdom's lore,  
Hath Virtue honoured, and foul vice abhorred.  
How Treason hath been severed limb from limb.  
How Theft and Murder there have paid their hire,  
How those that erst in worldly Pomp did swim,  
Ho●●●yld their fortunes in disgraces mire.  
How Persurie hath forfeited his c●ros,  
How Cheating's mounted on the Pillory,  
How graceless Impudents that nothing fears;  
Do end their days in loathed misery.  
How Usury is plagaed with the Goat,  
How Avarice complaineth of the Stone:  
How gailtie Consciences are still in doubt,  
How Envy gnaws on honour to the bone,  
How Lercherie is laden with the Pox,  
How Prodigalitle doth end with woe:  
How Pandarism is headed like an Ox.  
Because the Destinies appoint it so.  
How Drunkenness is with the Dropsy fraught,  
And made his visage like a fiery Comet.  
Who being full must have the other draught,  
Till like a Swine he wallow in his vomit.  
How damned Hypocrisy and painted zeal,  
And outward show of painted Holiness:  
(Doth like a Canker eat the public weal)  
All scornful pride, yet seems all lowliness.  
To thee that readest this, therefore be it known,  
If any of these vices are immured  
Within thy heart, not to the world yet shown:  
If by this reading thou mayest be allured,  
To turn thy tide of life another way,  
And to amendment all thy thoughts incline  
And to thy rebel will no more obey,  
But seek by virtuous actions to combine  
Fame to thy Friends, and terror to thy foe,  
And say 'twas friendly counsel told thee so.   

Satire.  
THis childish Antic, doting piebald world,  
Through which the Devil all black sins hath hurled  
Hath been so long by wickedness pressed down.  
From the ●reeze. Blow. swain to th' Imperial crown.  
We have so long in vice accustomed been.  
That nothing that is wicked looks like sin.  
The glistering Courtier in his gaudy tire.  
Scorns with his heels to know his russet Sire.  
The petrifogging Lawyer crammes up Crowns,  
From hobnaild Boors, & sheep skin country clown:  
The gaping greedy, g●●iping, Usurers'  
The Son of Hell, and Satan's treasurer:  
The base ex●orting black sold bribing Broker,  
The Bane of Mankind and his Country's choaker.  
The hellhound whelps the shoulderclapping Sergeant,  
That cares not to undo the world for Argent.  
The Post knight that will swear away his soul,  
Though for the same the Law his ears do paul,  
The smoky black-lung p●f● Tobaccount:  
Whose joy doth in Tobacco sole consid.  
The choleric G●●l that's ●angled with a Drab,  
And in her quarrel will his Father stab.  
The bawdy dry boand ●●cherous Baboon,  
Would ●aine repent ●●●●●● it is too soon.  
The rhyming ●●●●●● would be a Poet,  
But that the ●●●●●● not wit to show it.  
The wrinkled ●●●, and dimmed v●●●melian whore  
That buys and sells the pox to ●●●●●●●●● slore.  
The greasy eavesdropping do●●●●●● Pander,  
That with a Punk to any man will wander.  
The conveatching shister steals most brief,  
And when he's hanged heel cease to be a thief.  
The drowsy Drunkard will ●●● and ●●●,  
Till like a hog he tumble in his dr●●st●.  
Besides, there's diverse other Hell bo●ne sins,  
As some great men are wra●t in M●sers skins,  
For fear of whose dislike, I ●●● old me still,  
And not bombast them with my Gander's quill.  
Consider with thyself Good Reader then,  
That here thou hu'st amongst those wicked men,  
Who on this earthly stage together keep,  
Like Muggots in a Putrified sheep,  
Whose damned dealings black confusion brings,  
By the just judgement of the King O. Kings.   

Pastoral Equivokes, or a Shepherd's complaint.  

I That have traced the mountains up and down,  
And piped and chanted Songs and pleasant lays:  
The whilst my flocks have frisked it on the down,  
Now blinded Love my sportive pleasure lays,  
I that on greenie grass could lay me down.  
And sleep as sound as on beds of down.   

I than was free from loves all wounding blow,  
My Ewes and Lambs then merrily could fold;  
I cared not then which way the wind did blow,  
Nor had I cause with grief my arms to enfold.  
I feared not Winter's frost nor Summer's Sun,  
And then was I a happy mother's son.   

I than could haunt the Market and the Fair,  
And in a trolicke humour leap and spring,  
Till she whose beauty did surpass all fair,  
Did with her frosty necenesse nip my Spring.  
Then I alas, alas unhappy I,  
Was made a captive to her scornful eye.   

When love's fell shaft within my breast did light,  
Then did my Cock horse pleasure all alight,  
Loves fiery flames Eclipsed all my light,  
And she unkind, weighed all my woes too light.  
Oh than my merry days away did high,  
When I so low did door on one so high.  
Her beauty, which did make Love's Queen a Crow,  
Whose whi●e did shame the Lily, red the Rose.  
When Ph●bus messenger the Cock did crow,  
Each morn when from his Antipods he rose.  
Despite of gates, and bars, and bolts and locks,  
he'd kiss her face, and gild her golden locks.   

Which makes my rest, like those that restless be,  
Like one that's hard pursued and cannot fly:  
Or like the busy buzzing humming Bee.  
Or like the fruitless nought respected Fly.  
That cuts the subtle air so swift and fast,  
Till in the Spider's w●b he's tangled fast.   

As blustering Borcas rends the lofty Pine,  
So her unkindness rends and reaves my heart;  
I weep, I wail, I sigh, I groan I pine,  
I inward bleed, as doth the wounded Hart.  
She that alone should only wish me well,  
Hath drowned my joys in Sorrows joyless well.   

The ruthless Tiger, and the Savage Bear,  
All Beasts and Birds of prey that haunt the Wood,  
In my laments do seem some part to bear,  
But only she, whose feature makes me wood,  
As barbing Autumn robs the trees of leaves,  
Her storm like scorn me void of comfort leaves:   

No castle, Fort, no Rampire or strong Hold,  
But love will enter without law or leave;  
Fot where affections force hath taken hold,  
There lawless love will such impression leave,  
That Gods, nor men, nor fire, each, water, wind,  
From love's straight laws can neither turn nor wind.   

Then since my hapless haps falls out so hard,  
Since all the fates on me their anger power:  
Since my laments and moans cannot be heard,  
And she on me shows her commanding power.  
What then remains, but I dissolve in tears.  
Since her disdains my heart in pieces tears.   

Die then sad heart in sorrow's prison penned,  
Die face that's coloured with a deadly die;  
Die hand that in her praise hath Poems penned,  
Heart, Face, and hand, hapless and helpless die.  
Thou Sergeant Death, that rests and tak'st no bale.  
'Tis only thou must ease my bitter bale.   

This said, he sighed, and sell into a sound,  
That all the Hills, and Groves & neighbouring Plains,  
The Echoes of his groan seemed to sound,  
With repercursion of his dying plains.  
And where in life he scorned council grave,  
Now in his death he rests him in his grave.    

Epitaph.  
Here lies engraved, whose life fell death did sacks  
Who to his grave was brought upon a Beer:  
For whom let all men ever mourn in Sack,  
Or else remember him in Ale or Beer.  
He who in life, Love's blinded God did lead,  
Now in his death lies here as cold as lead.   

Sonnet. In trust lies Treason.  
THe foulest friends assume the fairest forms,  
The fairest Fields doth feed the soulest road:  
The Sea at calmest most subject is to storms,  
In choyfest fruit the cauker makes abode.  
So in the shape of all believing trust,  
Lies toad-inucnom'd-●reason coached close,  
Till like a storm his trothless thoughts out burst  
Who canker-like had lain in trusts repose.  
For as the Fire within the Flint confined,  
In deepest Ocean still unquenched remains:  
Even so the false through tru●st seeming mind,  
Despite of truth the treason still retains,  
Yet maugre treason, trust deserveth trust,  
And trust survives, when treason dies accursed.   

Death, with the four Elements.  
Two infant-twinnes a Sister and a Brother,  
When out of doors was gone their careful Sire,  
And left his babes in the keeping with their Mother,  
Who merrily sat singing by the fire.  
Who having filled a tub with water warm,  
She bathed her girl (O ruthless tail to tell)  
The whilst she thought the other safe from harm,  
(Unluckily) into the fire he fell:  
Which she perceiving, lets her Daughter drown,  
And rashly ran to save her burning Son,  
Which finding dead, she hastily casts down,  
And all aghast, doth to the water run:  
Where seeing t'other was deprived of breath,  
She 'gainst the earth falls down, & dashed her brains:  
Her husband comes, and sees this work of death,  
And desperate hangs himself to ease his palnes.  
Thus Death with all the Elements conspire,  
To reave man's life, Earth, Water, Air, and Fire.  
FINIS.   

An Inkhorn Disputation, or Mongrel conference, betwixt a Lawyer and a Poet.  
With a Quartern of new catcht Epigrams, caught the last Fishing. tide: sit for heaute stomaches in Ember-weeks. Fridays, and Fasting-evens.  

A Poet, and a Lawyer in dispute,  
And one the other strove to confute;  
The Poet talked of great Apollo's shrine,  
Of mount Parnassus, and the Muses nine,  
The Lawyer's all in Cases, and in Causes,  
In Fixes, in Fees, Recou'ries and in Clauses,  
The Poet answers him with Elegies.  
With Madrigals and Epithalamies.  
The Lawyer with his Writs, and his Attachments  
His Habeas Corpus, and his strong Apeachments:  
His Executions, and his Molestanaums;  
His Score. fancies, and Testificanaums,  
His desperate Outlaries, his Capiendoes,  
His Sursararies, and his Proscdendoes.   

The Poet at the Lawyer lays on loads,  
Of Dactiles, Spondees, Annagrams and Odes.  
Of Satyrs, Epigrams. Apostrophies.  
Of Stops, of Commaes, of Parenthesis.  
Of Accents, Figures, Tautologia,  
Of Types, Tropes, and Amphibologia.  
Of Saturn, jove, of Mars, of Sol's hot ranging,  
Of Venus, Mercury, of Luna's changing.  
Of Tragical and Comical predictions,  
Of Truth, of Suppositions and Fictions.  
Of Homer, Virgil, Ou●d, Ta●●o, Terence,  
D●bartas, Petrarch, Plutarch, Horace, from whence  
He hath the Art, the Knowledge, and the skill  
To win the Laurel from the forked hill.   

The Lawyer than gins to thunder louder,  
As if he meant blow him up with Powder.  
With Actions, Cases, Capias ut legatums,  
With Decemtales, Scandala Magnatums:  
With his Seed fendendoes, and Demurs,  
With proofs, Supplicavits, Praemumrs:  
With his Scitations, Latitats, Delays.  
And diverse more terms, which the Law displays.  
With Littleton, Fitzherbert, Ployden, Brooke,  
With many a lawful, and Law-wrested Book.   

The Poet boldly yet maintains the field,  
And with his Inkhorn terms disdains to yield.  
Upon the Lawyer all a fresh he comes,  
With Eglagues, and with Epicediums,  
With Palinodies, and Pentameters,  
With sharp iambics, and Hexamiters.   

The Lawyer saw the Poet had such store,  
Of pickled words, said hold; we'll talk no more.  
For thou by me, or I shall not by thee,  
By prating never edified be.  
And for Conclusion, let us both par● friends,  
And for our profits this shall be our ends.   

We Lawyers live upon the times Abuses,  
Whilst Poets starve, by wa●●●ng on the Muses.    


Epigram 1.  

Upon the world, Notwithstanding.   

TOm swore to Kate, he never more would woo her,  
Kate wished him hanged, when ●ext he comes unto her:  
But Loves great (little) God the man commanding,  
That Tom must needs go to her Notwithstanding.  
Kate railed, and brawled and scolded, cursed, and band  
And against Toms not withstanding did withstand.  
At last the Notwithstanding had ●or forsook,  
And Kate affords her Tom a welcome look.  
Thus Not withstanding did the wars increase  
And Stiff withstanding made the friendly peace.    

Epigram 2.  
HAll and his wife into the water slipped,  
She quickly Hall fast by the Codpiece gripped  
And reason good she had to catch him there,  
For hold she fast she need no drowning lere.  
She oft had tried and proved, and found it so,  
That thing would never to the bottom go.   

Epigram 3.  
GOod Bess forbear, ●●●be are thou canst full well  
For thou for bearing, bearest away the bell.  
Thy patience in thy bearing men admires,  
That bearing many wrongs yet never tires.   

Epigram 4.  
'tIs only women's manners, and their carriage,  
That maketh them unfit, or fit for Marriage.  
Then Madge thy carriage still so good hath been  
Thou getst the Dlu'll and all by come in.   

Epigram 5.  
MAll doth commend Sims comeliness of slature,  
But most she likes his freenesle of his Nature.  
For she will swear indeed lafoy, and in truth:  
That Sim ever a sweet natured youth.   

Epigram 6.  
A Messenger, (declaring of his mind)  
In making courtesy, let a scape behind,  
He looking back, peace (Sirrah) peace (quoth he)  
For it you talk, I sure will silent be.   

Epigram 7.  
THe Merchant (Drubo) hyered a servant lass,  
And for her wages he doth duly pay.  
From Christmas quarter unto Michatlmas,  
She hath it paid her to hair (they say)  
Sometimes betwixt the quarters she doth take it,  
For let it come when't 'twill shee'ie not forsake it.  
And for her Master honest Drubo (he)  
He often pays her with a standing fee.   

Epigram 8.  
FIe what an idle life man life's (quoth Dick)  
How idly they their lin●s away do● pass:  
Whilst paint full women wins both praise and p.  
Enduring as they were composed of Brass.  
I think men's idleness was never such,  
And women ne'er were occupied so much.   

Epigram 9  
IT is no wonder wherefore little Nell,  
So big below the waste gins to swell:  
For being hungry (in the dark she stole,  
A hasty Pudding, and devoured it whole.   

Epigram 10.  
AS through the City I did lately pass,  
At a Cart's tail, a Beadle whipped a lass.  
I slept unto him, and I asked the cause,  
Quoth he I whipped her, for she broke the Laws:  
In letting out her for most Room for pelf,  
And (for her pleasure) backward lay herself.   

Epigram 11.  
A Little woman did a big man wed,  
And he was loath to lie with her in bed,  
For fear to hurt her: then she spied a Mouse,  
That played, and leapt, and skipped about the house.  
O Husband would I had that Mouse quoth she,  
Her skin would make a pair of gloves for me.  
So wide (quoth he) I know 'twill never tretch,  
Content yourself (qd. she) young things will reach.   

Epigram 12.  
A Lusty wench as nimble as an Eel,  
Would give a Gallant leave to kiss and feel,  
His itching humour straightway was in hope,  
To toy, to wanton, dally, buss and grope,  
Hold Sir (quoth she) my word I will not fail,  
For you shall feel my hand, and kiss my Ta●●.   

Epigram 13. On Mistress Charity.  
IN very deed lafoy, and sincerity,  
There is much Charity in Charity,  
She hath so kind, so free a liberal heart,  
That every man of her shall have a part.   

Epigram 14.  
TWo Sheep (in Law) did lately long contend,  
And Wolf the Lawyer must the matter end.  
Who with his fine fines, and his firking fees,  
D●awes both their pur●es to the very l●es,  
The money gone, the strife of Law did cease,  
They fools fell out, and beggars made the peace.   

Epigram 15.  
MAd dapper Dick, doth very often shift.  
And yet he's lousy through the want of ●●●●   

Epigram 16. On Madam Temperance.  
A Man that went to travail swore to's wife,  
He would love Temperance as he loved his life,  
Indeed he loved a fair and beauteous Dame,  
(Although intemperate) Temperance was her name.  
On whom he spent his love, his lust, his ●●●●●.  
He might as well have spent it on a whore.   

Epigram 17.  
Doll held the Candle, Ralph would fain be doing,  
O when (qd. she) will you ●●lewdnes turn ye●●  
I prithee Doll ●●th Ralph, regard my wo●ng,  
In truth quoth Doll let be, or else i'll burn ye.  
Ralph puts the light out, swears to have about,  
And yet Doll burned him, though the fire was out.   

Epigram 18.  
A Sat an Inn I lately did a light,  
I to my Chamber lighted was with lights:  
Where a light Cur●●z●n (of manners light)  
Make glad my heart, my Liver, and my Lights.  
Yet when the Candle light was me berelt,  
For all those lights I was in darkness left.   

Epigram 19 Light vanity.  
WHat is more light than vapour, cork, or feather ●●  
Or what more light than Vanity can be?  
Compact, compose, compare light things together,  
And nothing's lighter than a wanton she,  
Yet here's the Riddle, (past my wits to scan)  
Her light nesse weighs down many a heavy man.   

Epigram 20.  
'Twas ne'er so hard (since first the world began)  
To find an honest true right, handed man.  
Hath man two left hands? no; I pray how then,  
Are men nor right hand, or left handed men?  
The left hand now, may well be called the left,  
For true and honest dealing it hath left.  
And for the right hand, 'tis the wrong hand sure,  
Itself to wrong, or wrong doth still enure.  
So to conclude (I doubt) above the ground  
A true right handed man, can scarce be found.   

Epigram 21.  
MY Lawyer said the case was plain for me,  
The Angel told him so he took for fee:  
But yet my Angel and my Lawyer lied,  
For at my judgement I was damnified.   

Epigram 22.  
AS Gold is better that's in fire ●ride,  
So is the Banktide Globe that late was burned:  
For where before it had a thatched hide,  
Now to a stately Theatre 'tis turned.  
Which is an Emblem. that great things are won,  
By those that dare through greatest dangers run.   

Epigram 23.  
GOod company's in such request with jone.  
'tis death to her to walk or lie alone.   

Epigram 24.  
IScorne (quoth Au●●) to be put down by any,  
And yet 'tis known she's been put down by many.   

Epigram 25.  
MY Ladies foisting bound (surnamed Musk)  
Did chance to ●●●● upon my Lady's busk:  
But over all the world 't●●: Heaven and Hell,  
I think no Musk had ever stronger smell   

Ep●●●●●●  

GOod Reader, if my harse unlearned rhymes,  
(Wherewith my Muse ●●●●●●●● these heed less times  
Hath pleased thy palate with: their true endeavour:  
She then well think herself most fortunate,  
And shall hereafter be ●●●●  
Herself in better labour, to persever,  
I speak not to those, guorant lack daws,  
That with their Canker ●●●●●●●●●●●●  
Will seem to ●●●● my ●●●●●●●●●●●●  
But in all humbleness I yield to these,  
Who are detracting Ignorances' foes:  
And love's the labours of each good pretence.  
Dislike and scorn may chance my book to ●●● her,  
But kind acceptance bring: forth such another.   

YOu that the ●●●●●●●●●●●●  
he's very ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●  
Butler if that any ●●●●  
●●● honest meaning ●●●●●●●●●  
To such in all ●●●●●●  
From Book are ●●●●●●●●●●●● board.   
I.T.    
FINIS.   

THE DOLPHIN'S DANGER: AND DELIVERANCE. Being a Ship of 220. Tunhaving in her but 36. men and 2. Boys who were on the 12. of lanuary 1616. set upon by 6 Men of War of the Turks, having at the least 1500. Men in them, who fought with them the space of 5 hours and a half, yet to the glory ●f God and the honour of our English Nation, both Ship and goods safely brought up the River of Thames and delivered. Truly set forth by the appointment of Master EDWARD NICHOLS, being Master of the said Ship.  

The names of such men as were in the said Ship. These men were killed outright, and buried a shore.  

WAlter Penrose, the first man killed, being shot in the belly.  
2 Thomas Shepheard, quarter Master his head shot off.  
3 William Sweat Trumpeter, as he founded in the sight had one arm shot off, yet he founded till another great shot struck off his other arm, with his Trumpet and all, then after he was killed with a shot thorough the body.  
4 William Russell, quarter master, had one arm first shot off, afterward he was shot through & killed,  
5 john Sands, the Crown of his head shot off.  
6 Benjamin Cornell●● a Boy shot in the throat killed.  
7 David Fause, Master's mate, shot in the groin, killed. These four men died within 4 or 5 days & after were cast into the Sea.  
8 john Black●t●● quarter M●his leg maimed and burnt blind, yet he laboured to quench the ship being fired.  
9 Thomas Worger a youth, the Master's servant, his shoulder blade shot off, and lived three days.  
10 William james, Trumpeter, burned with wild fire, that he flamed like a fiery man all over then lohn Reff Purser cast water on him, he lived 5 days in great pain; in the fight an arrow came betwixt the Master's legs at the helm and ran into the laid james his leg which the Master pulled out.  
11 john Prestin, a youth, killed with a musket.   
These following, were maimed and hurt, and are living.  
Robert May, Master's mate, shot in the thigh.  
Thomas Wright gunner with shot and splinters hurt in twelve places.  
Tho: Daniel, burnt with powder, and lost an eye.  
Roger Ginner, wounded in the head with splinters.  
Rob: Downs the Master's boy, shot in the belly li●●s.  
These men are alive unhurt.  
Edward Nichols Master, shot with a small shot, that tore his hose and stockings through, and gave his leg a scatre. and 4 times shot through the ●●●Fra●● Constable Boat swain, john Rophe pu●●● William Lucas Carpenter, Tho Hobbs Gunners mate, Will Moor quarter Gunner, Wil Colluel Steward Rob Grave Chirurgeon. john Adiney, Couper Christ, Austen C●d● son, Hump. Lee, Boatsons' mate, Will, Renfr●● quart M. Will. Chalicom, Isa●e Watlington, Trumpeters. Thee Anderson, Thomas Spurden, Nicholas: Wilkingson, Henry Low, Cornelius Scot, Philip a welchman, Sailors, The rest were passengers.  
FINIS.   

A FIGHT AT SEA. Famously fought by the Dolphin of London, against five of the Turks men of War and a Safety, the 12. of L●●●●, Anno Dom. 1616.  
THe Magnanimitic and worthy resolution of this our English Nation, from time to time endureth the true touch and trials of the Sea in deep extremity: whereby other Countries (not only admires there●●, but ties to the same a deserved commendation:) Amongst many other such like Adventures I am emboldened to commit to your cen●re the Accidents of this our late Voyage and return from Zant into England, which happened as hereafter followeth.  
Having at Zant, at the end of the yeare,1616. ●●●shed our business, and laden our Ship for England, being named the Dolphin of London, of the Burden of 280. Tun or thereabouts, having in the same some 19 pieces of Ordnance, and 9 Murderers, manned with 36. Men, and two Boys, the Master thereof one Mr. Nichols, a man of much skill, and proved experience; who making for England, we came from Zant, the first day of january, 1616. the wind being North and by East, when with a prosperous gale, by the 8. day in the Morning we had sight of the Island of Sardaine, the wind being then come Westerly, the 9 in the in the morning, we stood in for Callery, and at noon the wind being Southerly we came close by the Towers, where some two leagues off we made the Fight, which day at night the wind growing calm, we sailed towards the Cape, the 10. day we had very little wind or none at all, till it was two of the clock in the afternoon, which drove us some three leagues Eastward from the Cape Pola: where we ●●pied a Fleet of Ships upon the main of Sardaine near unto a Road called Callarie, belonging to the King of Spain, being the 12. day of januarie, on which day in the Morning's watch, about 4 of the clock, we had sight of a Sail making from the shore towards us, which drove into our minds some doubt and fear, and coming near unto us we espicd it to be a Sattie, which is a Ship much like unto an Argosy, of a very great burden and bigness, which perceiving, we imagined some more Ships not to be fare off, whereupon our Master sent one of our company up into the main tip, where he discovered five sail of Ships one after another, coming up before the wind, being then at West Southwest, who in a prospective glaffe perceived them to be the Turks men of War: The first of them booning by himself before the wind, with his Flag in the main-top, and all his sails gallantly spread abroad, after him came the Admiral and the Vice-admiral, and after them two more, the Rear-admiral and his fellow, being five in number, all well prepared for any desperate assault, whereupon we immediately made ready our Ordinance and small shot, and with no little resolution prepared ourselves to withstand them, which being done, we went to prayer, and so to dinner, where our Master gave us such noble encouragement, that our hearts ever thirsted to prove the success, and being in readiness for the fight, our Master went upon the Poop, and waved his Sword three times, shaking it with such dauntless courage as if he had already won the victory, this being done we seconded him with like forwardness, whereupon he caused his Trumpets to sound, which gave unto us much more encouragement than before, and being within shot of them, our Master commanded his Gunner to make his level, and to shoot, which he did, but miss them all, at which the foremost of them bore up apace, for he had the wind of us, & returned us as good as we sent so betwixt us for a great space was a most fierce encounter, and having advantage of us by reason of the wind, about 11. or 12. of the clock they laid us aboard with one of their Ships, which was of 300. Tun or thereabouts, and had in her 35. Pieces of Ordnance, and about 250. Men, the Captain thereof was one Walsingham, which seemed by his name to be an English man, and Admiral of the Fleet, for so if signified by the Flag in his main top, having (as I said) boarded our Ship, he entered on the Larbord quatter, where his men, some with Sabels' which we call Falchions, some with Hat●●hets, and some with half Pikes, where they stayed some half an hour or thereabout, tearing up our naile-bords upon the Poop, and the trap-hatch, but we having a Murderer in the round house, kept the Larbord side clee●e, whilst our men with the other Ordnance and Muskets played upon their Ships: yet for all this they plied our Gallery with small shot in such sort, that we stood in great danger to yield, but at the last we shot them quite thorough and thorough, and they us likewise, but they being afraid they should have been sunk by us, bore a head off our Ship, and as he passed along we gave them a broad side, that they were forced to lay by the ley, and to mend his leaks: This Fight continued two hours by our Glass and better, and so near the shore, that the dwellers thereupon saw all the beginning and ending, and what danger we stood in, for upon the shore stood a little house, wherein was likewise turned a glass all the time curing the Fight, which measured the hours as they passed, and this was Walsinghams' part.  
Now for Captain Kelleyes Ship, that came likewise up with his Flag in the main top, and another ship with his Flag in the Foretop, which Ships were at least 300. Tun a piece, and had in each of them 25. Pieces of Ordnance, and about 250. Men, so they laid us aboard on the Starbord quarter, and the other on the Larbord, where entering our Ship thick and threefold, with their Semiters, hatchets, half pikes and other weapons, put us in great danger both of the loss of our Ship and our lives, for they performed much manhood and many dangerous hazards, amongst which there was one of the company that desperately went up into our mai● top to fetch down our Flag, which being spyr by the Steward of our ship, presently shot hi● with his Musket that he fell headlong into the Sea, leaving the Flag behind him, so these ●●● Ships fought with us with great resolution, playing upon us with their Ordnance and small sho● for the space of an hour and a half, of who●●● we received some hurt, and likewise they of v●● but when they saw they could not prevail, no●●● any way make us to yield, they bore up and pa●sed from us to lay their ships by the Lee to sto● their leaks, for we had grievously some and ba● tered them with our great Ordnance, and th●●● was the second attempt they made upon us.  
Now for the third, there came two more o● Captain Kelleyes ships of 250. Tun a peece●●● that in each of them had 22. Pieces of Ordnance and at the least 200. Men all well provided a● might be, which was as we thought too great●●● number for us, being so few in our ship, but God that was our friend, gave us such strength and success that they little prevailed against us, fo● at their first coming up, notwithstanding all their multitude of men, we shot the one of them quite thorough and thorough, and laid him likewise by the Lee, as we had done the others before, but the other ship remaining, laid us aboard on the Starbord side, and in that quarter they entered our ship with their Semiters, Falchions, half Pikes and other weapons, running too and froe● upon the deck crying still in the Turkish tongue, Yield yourselves, yield yourselves, promising wee●● should be well used, and have part of our goods delivered back, with such like fair promises, but we giving no care unto them, stood suflie in our defence, choosing rather to die, then to yield, as it is still the nature and condition of all, and being thus resolved, some of our men plied our Ordnance against them, some played with the small shot, some with other weapons, as Swords, and half Pikes and such like, in midst of which skirmish, it so happened by ill chance that our Ship was fired, and in great danger to be lost and cast away, had not the Lord in his mercy preserved us, and sent us means happily to quench it, but now mark the accident, the f●●● being perceived by our enemies to burn●●●●agiously, and thinking that our Ship would ●●● therewith been suddenly burned to the water, they left us to our fortuines, falling a ●●●●● of from us, and so we put to the shore under the little house for some succour, where we let an Anchor fall thinking to ride there all that night, which we had no sooner done, but we saw another ship bear upon us, whereupon we were sore frighted and so forced to let ou● Anchor fl●p, and so set sail to get better succour, putting into the Road between the two little ho●●s where we lay five days, mending the bruits and l●●kes of our ship: the ●●●●● received in the aforesaid sight, were ●. Men and one Boy which were killed outright, and there were hurt eight men and one boy more: but the Lord doth know what damage we put them to, and what number we flew in their ships.  
The Master of our ship being at the Helm, was shot twice betwixt the legs: And the Chirurgeon dressing the wounds of one of our men, a Ball of Wildfire ●elt into his Ba●on, which he ●●●inly castinto the Sea, otherwise it had greatly endangered us. The Turks were aboard and founded their Trumpets, yet notwithstanding our men assaulted them so ●●●●rcely, that they forced them off, and the Boson (seeing them fly) most undauntedly with a whistle plourd them to the skirmish, if so they durst. The Captains of three of their ships were English men, who took part with the Turks thus to rob and sporle upon the Ocean, their names were Walsingham, Kelley, and Samson.  
Upon the 13. of january there came aboard certain Spaniards in the morning betimes, to wines what hurts we had received, who seeing our men dead, went a shore with us, and shown us where we might bury them, but as we were bu●●● in making their graves and covering the bodies with earth, there came sailing by a Flemish Ship of twelve score ton, which had in it some five or six thousand pounds, which had been chased with those men of war that had fought with us before, all which money they brought in along Boat to the shore, and left in the Ship only the men, which were 16. Sailors and two Boys, that afterwards within two days brought the ●aid ship into the ●●●● not ●●●● at all endangered God be praised.  
●●●● the 15 of the ●●●● when we ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● as God would ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● tempest ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● of weather as ta'en ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● that we thought we ●●● got●●●●●● from the Road where●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● which storm and tempest these●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● man that had been SOUTH GEORGIA AND THE SOUTH SANDWICH ISLANDS ther bufall, and to when the Wind and Sea a little ca●●●es, we let up ●●●●● in ●●●●● forward: but within three ●●●● after, webs●●d th●●e men more in the ●●●●● the ●●●●●●●●●one we arrived in the Road or Callery, and ●y at anchor, where again ●●●●●●●●●● ship, we found it ●●●●● and ●●●●● several places, one in the gun-room●, another between the Decks, the third ●●●● 〈…〉, and the fourth in the Master's round ●on●● in Callery we mended our Ship, and ●ured ●●●●● men there to help us to stop her Leaks, and ●●●●● all things most fitting for our Voyage homewards, upon the 30. day of january we committed our fortunes again unto the Sea, and so leaur●●● Callery we can● forward with●● Frenchman, who was bound to a place called Orestone, some ●0; Leagues from Callery, where after 2. days we left his company being the 1. day of February, and after that putting forwards still towardly England, we are now by the will of God, most lately arrived, and our Ship after so many overpassed dangers received into the Thames near London, to the great joy and comfort of the Owners thereof:  
God be praised.   
FINIS.   

A FAMOUS FIGHT AT SEA. Where four English Ships under the command of Captain JOHN WEDDELL, and four Dutch Ships, fought three days in the Gulf of Persia near Ormus, against 8. Portugal Galliots, and 32. Faggots. As also, the memorable Fight and loss of the good Ship called the Lion, with the barbarous Cruelty of the En●●● truly declared.  

DEDICATED To the right Worthy, Generous, and well experienced Commander Captain JOHN WEDDELL, late General of the East-India Fleet.  
WOrthy Sir, having written the true manner of your late Famous, perilous, and fortunate Fight with the Portugals in the Pos●●● Gulf, and knowing that Books without Patrons are like fatherless Children, I imagined that it was better to send it to you for succour and protection, than to any other whomsoever; for the most part which is herein by Relation, I am assured that you do know to be true by Action, and my Pen hath but only superficially prattled of those things which you saw, did, & suffered. I therefore humbly entreat you to accept this poor Fish out of your own Ocean, this sheep of your own fold, this cloth of your own weaving, and this deserved memory of part of your worthy won Reputation. Thus not doubting but your affability is correspondent to your approved knowledge and known sufficiency, I commit both myself and this Relation to your acceptance and good censure, my best wishes still attending on you, that your fortunes be ever equal to the goodness of your mind.  
E●●er at your command to be employed, JOHN TAYLOR.   

TO THE COURTEOUS READER.  
THe Eternal providence having divided Mankind into many Kingdoms, Climates, People and Nations, yet to the end there should be an unity or mutual society amongst all men, he hath permitted Traffic and Commerce betwixt Nation and Nation, Realm and Realm, N●●●tion and Shipping being as it were the fleeting Bridges, for the transportation and ex●●●●●●●● and Merchandise, from Country to Country, that though God hath not enriched any our ●●●●●●●●●●● Country with all things, (the one having what the other hath not:) yet to maintain ●●●●●● S●●●● ●●us chief for his own glory in● sp●●ing his g●●fts) Commerce and traffic ●●●●●●●●●● at all ●●●●●, and in all Ages; for the which noble employments our Kingdom of ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● feriour to any Nation for the ability and worthiness of Merchants'. and I think not equalest any for goodness and sufficiency of skilful Navigators, and Marr●ners, and strength of shipping, and ●●●●.  
So that neither the parching heat of Lybia and AEthiopia, or the ●●●●ming ●●●●● of Groenland, or the Hyperborean ●●●●● Regions, neither the sarre remoteness of China Eastwards, or the uttermost bounds of the new world America Westwards, the dangers of Storms, Gusts, Fla●es, Tempests, Sp●●ts, and Tornadoes, or Monsoones, the hazard of Shoales, Rocks, Leaks, Enemies, Pirates barbarous and cruel Nations, unwholesome and untemperate Airs and Climates Sea or Land Monsters, or what perils may be named or thought upon, hath ever daunted or hindered our Merchants and Marmers prosecute and accomplish their continual, laudable and profitable undertake.  
Amongst whom our Noble, Worshipful, and worthy East-India Merchants and Adventurers, may in these later times be held us superlative to those of former Ages, their mest●n able charge, their mighty force, their valuable returns, and their adventurous hazards rightly considered. All which being no part of my purpose to treat of, I refer the Reader only to the description of two famous Sea-fights, performed betwixt the English and the Portuga●s, which, though the news of it could not be brought hither so soon as if it had been done upon the Coast of Zealand or Flandets, yet, as soon as wind and weather could bring it, I had it, and with what time I could well spare I have written, is, assuring myself of what I dare assure my Reader, which is, that all is true. In which regard, I thought it unfit to let it lie buried in oblivion, or the hateful and ingrateful grave of forgetfulness. In it is valour described, and manifested in the lives and deaths of many of our English, and extreme cruelty and inhumanity in the Enemy. But to the matter.   

A BRAVE SEA-FIGHT in the Gulf of PERSIA.  

4. English Ships.  
1 The Royal james, Admiral,  
2 The jonas, Vice-admiral.  
3 The Star, Rear-admiral.  
4 The Eagle, fourth Ship. john Weddell, chief Commander of the English Fleet.   

4. Dutch Ships.  
1 The South Holland, Admiral.  
2 The B●●ta●, Vice-admiral.  
3 The Moved of Dort, Rear-admiral.  
4 The W●a●●●pe, fourth Ship. Albert Bicke●, chief Commander of the Dutch Fleet.   
THe 30. of january, 1624. being Friday, the English and Dutch Ships being in the Road of Gombroone, there arrived a small Frigate belonging to a place near Chowle, (which is in war with the Portugals she came in between the Main and Ormus, to whom the General of the English, Capt. john Weddell, ●●ent Mr. Andrew Evans, in a little Boat called a Gellywat, to know from whence he came, and whether he could give us any intelligence of the Portugal Armado; his answer was, that he came from a place some 8. or 10. Leagues to the Southwards of Chowle, laden with Pepper and other Merchandise, and withal he said, that on the Saturday before, being the 24. of january, he was off the Cape called Cape Gordell, na●fe way betwixt the Coast of Ind●●●, and Cape jaques, where to Steward off 〈…〉 ●aw 8. great Galleons, and certain Frigates, which Frigates gave him chase, but he kept himself so near the shore, that they could not fetch him up; and this was the first information o● the near approach of the enemy.  
The 31. of january in the morning, the English and Dutch fleet heard three pieces of Ordnance go off from ●●●●● Castle, (a strong hold, and in war with the Portugals) the Captain of the said Castle having before promised the General (Captain Weddell tha●●f he descried any cross Sails or Ships in sight of the Castle, that then he would discharge those Pe●ces as a warning unto him, which accordingly he did.  
Whereupon a man was sent up to the topmast head in the English Admiral, to look abroad, who being up, presently cried a saife, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8. with many Frigates in their company, than the General commanded the Gunner to shoot off a piece of Ordnance, to give warning to all the flect to put themselves in readiness for the entertainment of the Enemy putting also the bloody Colours out, as likewise the Dutch Admiral did the like, with all speed getting their men & boats from the shore, weighing their Anchors of all hands, and getting under ●●le with all possible celerity, with courage and resolution they stood towards the Enemy, (whose drift was to have taken the English and Dutch at Anchor unprepared) but their expectations were frustrate Towards 8. of the clock at night it fell calm, so that our ships came to an Anchor, when the Commander of the Dutch fleet (named Albert● Becker) sent his M●ster of his ship, accompanied with some other Merchants, and Masters aboard the Royal james, informing Captain Weddell that their Commander had sent them to see now he did, and what he thought the Ships and Frigates to be that they had descried. The Commander Weddell answered, that they could be no other than the Portugal Armado, which had been two years preparing to meet with the English and Dutch, and that now they were come in search of them, from Goa, unto this place, hoping first to conquer both our and their Nation, and afterwards to fall to work upon Ormus, Kishme, and Gombroone, to destroy our settled trade, and to extirp and ●oot us out with all hostility and dishonour. Then the Dutch demanded Captain Weddels resolution, concerning so common and open an Enemy, he told them that his resolution was, for the glory of God, the honour of his Nation, the profit of worthy Employers, and the safeguard of lives, ships and goods, he would fight it out, as long as a man was living in his ship to wear a Sword, and that he doubted not but the other three ships under his command, were all of the same mind and courage; to whom the Dutchmen answered, that they were of the like resolution, and would stick as close to the English as their shirts to their backs, and so in friendly manner, each took leave of other for that night.  
The 1. of February, being Sunday, the Dutch Admiral weighed anchor an hour before daylight, and the English presently after him, but the Dutch got the start of us all, though we made all the Sail we could; at last the English came up to him with their whole fleet, but he discharged the first shot at the Portugal Admiral, who presently answered him with three for one. The friends and foes being in Musket shot of each other, it fell calm, whereby our ships would not work but as the tide did set them, that when the Portugals were Board and Board, they had a great advantage of us with their Frigates, that rowed them clear one off another often, which help we wanted, thus we lay some 4. or 5. hours pelting and beating one another with our Ordnance, the whilst the Frigates plied us with small shot, as fast as they could, the Royal james being forced to keep the Barge at head to pull the Ships head to & fro; but towards the afternoon there arose a fine gale, but the Enemy had the wind of us, whereupon the Admiral and Vice-admiral of the Portugals bore up room upon us, making account to ●ay the Royal james aboard; the one on the Starboard, the other on the Larboard side, which Captain Weddell perceiving, scarce being able to shun it, he called to the Master, and told him the purpose of the Enemy, to avoid which danger, he commanded the Master to bear a little lasking to separate them further each from other, that he might have more room to go between them, the Vice Admiral of the Enemy seeing the james bear up so lasking, she likewise bore up with her, when suddenly Captain Weddell perceived there was hope to weather him, caused his Mizzen, and Mizzen top sail to be set, and so presently got the wind of him, edging close up with the Admiral, being within Musket-shot of them both; the Portugal Admiral put to stay, by which means the james got the Wind of him also, having much ado to get out a wreather off him, coming so close under his stern, that his boats were close at ●ur ships side as she sheared by, when presently ●●● gave him a whole broad side, cuery shot ●king him fore and after, tacking forthwith, and standing after him. Thus the first day's ●ight lasted till five at Night, wherein the Royal james lost eight men, and some others which ●ad some small hurts: Also this day the Dutch lost their chief Commander, a brane and valiant, fellow, who lived and died nobly in the Bed of honour. This Fight was terrible and fierce for the time, for the Royal james alone spent near seven hundred great shot, and all the other ships English and Dutch, did proportionably do the like. The Sun being for, the Enemy sell off, and came to an Anchor, at the East end of Kishme, the English being North-north-west from them two Leagues, thus was concluded the first days fight.  
Monday the second of February, being Candlemas day, the Wind being very little which below off from Kishme, so that the Enemy had the advantage of it, but never offered to make use of it, to make room towards us; the English and Dutch being employed busily to fit up their torn rigging and tackling, and stopping such dangerous shot as they had received in the Fight betwixt wind and water.  
Also the same day in the afternoon, there was a meeting aboard the Royal james, where both the English and Dutch concluded, that they would give the Enemy fight the next morning and that the Royal james should be the leading, ship, and the Admiral of the Dutch should second her, and that they should go directly to the Enemy's Admiral, not striking higher or lower till the james came side by side with her. So the 3. of F. being Tuesday, both the flects weighed Anchors at break of day, having the weather gage of the enemy, the great james stood right with the Admiral of the Portugals, which was headmost but one; but coming near them, they woven to Leeward with their bright arming Swords, and we the like to them, they saluted us with a whole broad side, but Captain Weddell commanded his men not to answer them, till they were brought nearer within danger, which charge was obeyed, but being come near the Admiral, and another of their ships, the great james bestowed upon each of them a whole broad side, making them both to bear up, the one a port, & the other a starbord, by which means, one of their ships was cut off and sundered from them, and was chased 3. or 4. hours by the Eagle and Weasope, the hope of the English and Dutch being, that she should no more return to her fleets company, the james following still the Admiral and Vice Admiral● got upon the Admiral's side, having the Vice-admiral on his starbord bow; insomuch that this day's sight grew very hot, for often the james was in thickest of the enemy being at one time all round about us; but our men so plied their Ordnance upon them, that they all refused to stand by us, but fled all before us as chaff, dust, or smoke before the wind. In this sight the james got between one of their fleet and singled her our, lying by her s●les with foresail, and sore-topsaile, a back stays, so near, as a man might quoit a Biscuit Cake into her, when strait Master johnson came up in the stern of the james, so near, as he could hardly keep clear, to whom Captain Weddell called, willing him to clap the Portugal aboard on the Larboard quarter (whilst the james lay thundering upon him with her great Ordnance) he promised to do it, but after he refused it, this Vessel had not so sew as 500 shot thorough her Hull, Masts, Sails, and Yards, before the got clear.  
Note, that in the morning Cap. Weddell had fitted a Portugal Vessel (which had been formerly taken with some Cockernuts) and purposed to have fired her thwart the Admiral's l●awse she being appointed to come between the Dutch Admiral, and the jonas, but through disaster, or rather negligence in Derby the Master, who came not up according to his appointed place, she was chased by the Frigates (she having but ten men in her) being of no defence, they were forced to set her on fire fare from the fleet, and so the men betook themselves to a Barge, which was left them for their safety, by which means the General's project was disappointed.  
All this third day at night this Vessel burnt, and two hours before daylight, whether she was towed by some of the Enemy's boats or no, is unknown, but she came burning amongst the English and Dutch Fleets, and forced them from their Anchors by slipping their Cables, which Anchors they took up some three days after.  
The 4. of February in the morning, both Fleets made towards the Enemies, who were under sail, and made all the hast they could to get under the Island of Lowracke, which lieth some eight or nine miles from Ormus, unto which Island their Frigates went ahead, conducting them in over a Bar, whom the English and Dutch followed as fare as with safety they durst having neither the help of Pilots to shun the dangers of the place, or Frigates to go a head as conductors, as the Enemy had. Besides, there might have been Ordnance● planted a shore by the Enemy, which would have been greatly to their advantage, or otherwise in the dark night they might have chained two or three Frigates together, and turning them upon them, upon the Ebb thwart their hawse might much have endangered them, they knowing the Enemy to be implacable, malicious, and politic; these reasons caused them to follow them no further at this time, but to come to an Anchor a League from them, when Captain Weddell sent for the chief of the Dutch, whose resolution was to go back again for Gombroone, there to dispatch our Merchant's affairs. So Anchors were weighed, the james giving them a shot for a farewell, and they answered her with the like, they all getting into Gombroone Road that night, where they speedily fell to work to repair the ruins of wars, in fitting of Masts, Yards, Sailes, rigging and stopping breaches, all which in 3 days was accomplished, leaving the Portugal like a Thief in his Mill, or a Fox in his hole, not minding to triee as yet the hazard of another bout.  
In this fight their Rear Admiral's main Mast was shot by the board, their Vice-admirals' main topmast was likewise shot by the board, their Admiral's Mizzen-mast, Flag, and flag-staff shot by the board, and her Hull much rend and torn. Their fourth ship had the head of her main mast shot by the board. Another of their ships had all her top-masts shot by the board. In conclusion, all their eight ships were so torn and tattered, that they had neither good Masts, Sails, or Yards to help themselves with, no tide sides to bear sail upon. Thus it pleased th● Almighty to give the victory of the day unto those that rely upon his promise; to that grea● God be all glory for ever, and let all true Christians say Amen.  
The 13. of February being Friday, the English and Dutch Fleets set sail at daylight from th● Road of Gombroone, having also with them four junks, other vessels of lading, under the conduct●● and charge of the Dutch, which as soon as th● Enemy perceived, they let slip their Cables an● slipped from their harbour at the Island of Law rack, which is four or five Leagues from the Road of Gombroone, the Enemy making all the sail he could to Seaboord of the English and Dutch all the day till Sunset; when they were got within Saker-shot of each other, and a good bearing gale, they all kept company together all night.  
This 13. at night, it blew so hard at West● south-west, that one of their great Galleons bor●● overboard the head of her main Mast, close under the hounds, not being able to hoist up he● main sail, she was forced to steer alongst with her foresail, fore-top-saile, her Spritsail, and Mizzen, the wind being at West-South-west, they steered away South and by East.  
The 14. in the morning the Dutch Fleet staying, and bearing up unto the junke, the night past was a star so fare, that the English Fleet could scarce descry them; so the james laid her foresail a back stays, and stayed for them, the Portugal never offering to alter his course, but kept on still.  
The same day about noon, the Dutch being come up with the English, it was agreed between them, that the Royal james should give the first onset upon their Admiral, and the rest of the Fleet to second her; so about two of the clock that afternoon the two Fleets came to weather of the Enemy's Admiral, receiving the first shot from their Vice-admiral, and presently a whole broad side from their Admiral, both sides coming as near each other as they could but well keep clean of each other, they ●ell to it of all hands pell mel, the Ordnance going off as fast as small shot, the james for her part giving them two broad sides, she then edged up in the wind. laying her foresail and fore-topstyle, aback stays, as well to give leave to the ● (who was second to the james) as also to suffer the Portugal Admiral to shoot a head, which the suddenly did, than the james filling her top sail the second time, bore upright with the Enemy Admiral, plying her whole broad side so fast upon him, that he had scarce any lea●●●● to return any shot back, whilst the English and Portugal Admirals were so ne'er each other, that they could hardly clear themselves. In this time whilst our ships plied the Enemy's Admiral, (not so much looking after or heeding the other ships) the Vice-admiral with the rest of their fleet were left a stern, their Admiralll plied very hard upon the james, giving and receiving many dangerous shots, the james being shot between wind and water often, and had more ●oyle in her Sails and Rigging, than she had done any of the two days fight before, than the third time, coming side by side with each others Fleet, they let drive one at another like Thunder in the air, the james coming up with the Admiral (the great ship of Damon, who the first days fight lost her main Mast) crept in betwixt the james and the Portugal Admiral, lying as a Bulwark to weather off her, to receive all that might be put upon her, and indeed all that was meant to have been bestowed upon the Admiral was still plied upon that great Hulk, as likewife the jonas and Dutch, did continue this third days fight till daylight was shut in, the Portugals edging up to get ne'er the Arabian shore, insomuch that at 8. at Night both English and Dutch were fair by it, chase them in.  
This Night the English and Dutch steered away their course for Surat, the Portugals steering for Swar, a place where they have a Castle.  

The Royal james with the rest were forced to give over the Chase for these reasons.  
FIrst, for that the time of year was so fare spent, that they should not have time enough to deliver their goods at Surat, and so to go clear off the Coast, before the Westerly Mons●●ne, which is a Wind that blows at West six months together, beginning in April, would be come, and so endanger the Ships in getting off again.  
A second reason was, that the Royal james had but 31. Barrels, and some 500 Cartreges filled with Powder, and some 600. shot, all which was not above three quarters of a days fight for her use, for in her former days work the third of February, she alone spent 1000 great shot upon the Enemy, so that now through want of Powder was not able to maintain such another days fight according to that rate. And this last day's fight she lost but one man, having spent upon the Enemy more than three hundred great shot. To the Lord of hosts the only giver of victory, the mighty God of Battles, be all honour, glory, praise and dominion for ever, Amen.   

A note of the men's Names slain in these three several fights with the Portugals, out of the English Fleet. Slain in the Royal james.  



Richard Davis'  
Nicholas Burton,  
quarter Masters.    
Robert Skaife, Gunners Mate.  


joseph Wright  
Thomas Bland  
john Burcham  
Godfrey Howton  
Carpenters.    


Richard Davis', junior,  
Richard Walker  
john Masters.  
William Wilcockes  


William Clarke  
William Surdam  
dismembered in their legs, and died.    
Sailors.     

Slain in the jonas  
Robert Modding, Master's Mate.  
john Beedam, mid-ship-man.  
William adam's.  
Robert Stacie.  
Edward Wilkinson  
Robert Lark  
Richard Hergoll  
Francis Blow.  
Thomas Page  
Thomas Wilkinson  
Thomas Williams.   

Slain in the Star.  
james Wanderton.  
William Carter.  
Reignold Sanderson.  
Charles Robinson.   

Slain in the Eagle.  
john Sares.   
The Dutch lost near the like number, amongst whom their chief Commander Albert Becker was slain the first days fight.   

A Relation by Peter Hillion a Frenchman, of the force of the eight Portugal Galleons, which fought with the English and Dutch Fleet, in the Gulf of Persia; as also the spoil they received by them, with their number of men slain, on the 13. and 14. of February,1624. himself being then in the Admiral, which afterwards riding with three more of her Fleet at the River's mouth of Surat, be escaped from her, and ran to the English, which were then riding in the Bar of Surat.  
THeir Admiral named S. Francisco Sanuer, wherein was General Non Aliud Batellia, had 48. pieces of Brass Ordnance of whole Canon, Demi-canon, Cannon Pethrow, whole Culvering, and Demy-Culuering, and 350. men, of which we slain 38, whereof three were chief Captains under the aforesaid General, named Lorenzo Luis, jeronimo Botelia, and Brassa Cousin, who all three were killed with one shot, the Ships Foremast, Bosprect and main Mast, were so torn with shot, that they were unserviceable, her Mizzen-mast, Flag and Flag staff, shot, by the board, with the head of her main topmast, and her Rigging much rend and torn.  
Their Vice-admiral named likewise S. Francisco, wherein was Commander Francisco Burge, had 32, pieces of Ordnance as the former, and 250. men, of which were slain 31. the aforesaid Commander being one of the number, her main topmast shot by the board, her main. Mast, fore Mast, and Bosprect so torn, that they were unserviceable.  
Their Rear-admiral named S. Sebastian, (their biggest ship) wherein was Commander Don Antonio tela, who ws lamed of an arm, had 40. pieces of Brass Ordnance as the former, and 400. men, whereof 20. were slain, her main. Mast, foretop mast, fore-yard, and Sprit-sayletop-mast shot by the board, and her fore mast so unserviceable, that she could bear no more sail but her Spritsail.  
Their fourth ship named S. Saluador, wherein was Commander Don Francisco de Tuar, had 24. pieces of Brass Ordnance, and 250. men 41. whereof were slain, the aforesaid Commander being one of the number, his Masts were so rend and torn that they were all unserviceable.  
There fifth ship named S. jago, wherein was Commander Simon de Kintalle, had 22. pieces of Brass Ordnance, 200. men, whereof were slain 83. her Masts were all standing, but she so leeked between wind and water, by shot received, that they had much to do to free her, so that she was cast away upon the Coast of India seven days after.  
Their sixth ship named Trinidada, wherein was Commander Pedro Alva Botelia, had 22. pieces of Brass Ordnance, and 250. men 243. whereof were slain, his Top-masts were all shot by the board, and her other so torn, that the could bear no sail thereon, but was towed by the Great Hulk Reareadmiral, from Muscat to Goa.  
Their seventh ship named S. Antonio, wherein was Commander Antonio Burallia, had 22. pieces of Brass Ordnance, and 200. men, whereof 22. were slain, her Masts were all standing, but having a leak by shot received betwixt wind and water, the seventh day after she was cast away upon the Coast of India.  
The eighth ship named Miserere-Cor●●●, wherein was Commander Emanuel Rodreeges Ch●●●●●, had 22. pieces of Brass Ordnance, and 200. men, whereof 3. were slain, her foretopmast, mainyard, fore-yard, and main-top sayle-yard shot by the board, and her foremast so torn that it was unserviceable. A Table containing the former numbers.  Ordnance. Men Men Slain The Admiral had 48 350 38 The Vice-admiral had 32 250 31 The Rear-admiral had 40 400 20 The fourth Ship had 24 250 41 The fifth ship had 22 200 83 The sixth Ship had 22 250 243 The seventh ship had 22 200 22 The eighth Ship had 22 200 3 The sumnce 232 2100 481  
Thus it pleased God in mercy that the English and Dutch, not being half the number of the Enemy, neither in men or Ordnance, that with only the loss of 58. or 60. men they should kill 481. of the Portugals, and with all so to beat them (notwithstanding the help of 16. Frigates) being ●●● torn, that they were cast away seven days after, and the rest all unserviceable, not daring to stand to the hazard of another conflict.   

A brief description of the Disaster of the goodship called the Lion, one of our English ships trading to the East India, who was lost in fight with the Portugals, near Gombroone in the Gulf of Persia, on the eighth of November, 1625.  
THe seventh of October 1625. about 4. in the morning, the Palsgrave, Dolphin, and Lion, anchored about three Leagues to the Southwards of Surat Bar, and when it grew light (men being in the top) espied certain Readers riding against Surat River, which some supposed to be English or Hollanders, others affirmed to be affect of Frigates; but in fine, about an hour after they set Sail and steered after us, and in short space we made them to be four Portugal Galleons, and fifteen Frigates, the wind being them off shore, they could not come to us that tide, but anchored about a League from us, out Captain perceiving their intents put forth an Ensign for Council, and the Master of each ship presently repaired aboard.  
At which 〈…〉 our Master M. Richard ●●● 〈…〉 propounded that ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● sail and stand off ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● means to 〈…〉 the force of the ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● it sell out so that our Ships●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● Portugal's, we 〈…〉 ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● there●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● doubted that the Portugal had a great force of shipping in Swalley Road.  
Secondly, he feared whether our Merchants had friendship with the ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● by reason of the ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● them at the Dolphins ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● England, which was the ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●.  
Thirdly, he doubted that the Portugals had made peace with the ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● Ordnance a shear Swalley ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● doubted what was become of Captain, Weddels fleet, for he affared himself if there was any friends at that time in Swalley Road, they would not suffer the Portugal to ride there, for he supposed that the Portugal had been in fight with them the year past, and had either put them to the worst, or else for want of munition to effect another fight, they were forced to repair to Ormus Castle for succour, until supply came out of England.  
A●l which being propounded, and the unreadiness and great charge of all three ships well considered, it was concluded to set Sail, the which we did, the wind being Northerly, and the tide of flood come, we flood ●●●● Sea, and the Portugal Admiral and Vice Admiral sailing better than the rest, fetched us up about 4. in the afternoon, at which time the Lion being foremost of our Fleet, the Enemy Admiral shot one piece or Ordnance at her, for the which she answered 3. or 4. but could hardly reach further than half way: the Portugal finding his Ordnance better than ours, both Admiral and Vice-admiral plied upon the Lion for the space of half an hour, in which time she received many shot both in her Hull and Rigging. Our Master Richard Swanley, seeing their advantage, caused to bruile mainsail, and edge within Musket-shot of them both, and there maintained fight with them till Sunset, and received no hurt at all.  
All which time, and an hour after being calm, the other two ships of the Enemy were at least a League a stern. The Palsgrave, and Dolphin all this time being right a head, kept on there course, only plying their stern Pieces. The Portugals seeing them still stand away, came both aboard of us, the one in the one quarter, and entered at least 100 of their men, having fire-pots, and the other in the other, and diverse sorts of fireworks upon our decks, the Frigates (as many as could lie about us) threw firepots in at the Ports, and stuck fire pikes in her sides; all which (by the great mercy and assistance of God) we still put out. Our Admiral and Vice-admiral in this our misery were quickly out of our sight, the cause whereof is best known to themselves.  
This conflict remained from 8. at night, till about 11. in which space our Master Richard Swanley was slain, and four more of our men were also slain, 3. of our Master's Mates, and 20. more were exceedingly burnt, the rest almost wearied, and more discomforted by reason our Fleet had left us, and in brief we were in that case, that the word was given to blow up the ship, had not God in his wisdom stayed it, by putting it in the mind of some of our men, to let fall an Anchor, which being done (the tide running very strong, brought our ship to so strong a bitter, that the fast which the Portugals had upon us broke, whose unexpected sudden departure from us, left 50. or 60. of their men upon our Poop, who still maintained the fire in such sort, that we were forced to blow them up, which blast tore all the Stern of our ship in pieces, from the middle-Decke upwards.  
The Portugals being all repulsed, and the fire put out, we used all diligence for the clearing our ship, and getting up our maine-top-sayle-yard, which then lay upon our Deck, likewise bringing new sails of our Yard, the former being all burnt and torn all which being as well done, as haste would give leave, we expected their coming again the next tide, but they hoping we would either have burnt or sunk, only left five Frigates without shot of us, and themselves with the other two ships that were formerly a stern flood after the Palsgrave and Dolphin, and in short space fetched them up, and fought with them all that night, they standing still off to Sea, were but off our sight the next morning.  
The 8. day in the morning, (all the ships being out of our fight) it was agreed upon by the Officers of our ship, that Henry Crosbey our Master's chief Mate should succeed as our chief Commander, until such time as it pleased God we should meet with our Commander.  
This being done, we being not able to weigh● our Anchor, by reason our men were most of them hurt, cut Cable in the haw●e, and let as much Sail as we durst bear, our sore mast having received 3. shot, in such wise, as it had but 4. inches hold and stood off to Sea, and being fair weather, praised be God, in short time ou●● foremast was made serviceable.  
The Frigates aforesaid that were left by us, stood four of them after the Fleet, and the other in fo●●● the shore, all that day we heard them in fight, bu● saw them not, likewise the next night we could see the light of their Ordnance at our topmast head; but they being to windward of us, we could not get to them, nor indeed were not in case if we could, for our ship was so open, and all our chief men killed and hurt.  
The ninth in the morning, we could neither see them nor hear them, than it was thought fitting by our Master, that according to the Consultation held aboard the Palsgrave, the seventh day we should stand for Ormus, the which (by the assistance of God) we did, having fair weather all the way; in which time of our Sailing, our Carpenters had got up all the stern of our ship again as well as his store would give him leave, our men also were recovered of their hurts.  
The fourth of November we arrived at Gombroone, where we had intelligence by our Merchants there resident, that Rufrero was riding under Ormus Island, with 18. or 20. Frigates, the which when our Master understood, the (Merchants being then aboard) it was concluded by consultation, that to prevent any ensuing danger that might happen, and also for the clearing of our ship, whereby to mount our lower Tier, all the Cloth and Coral, and four Chests of money should besent a shore, with as much speed as possible, the other our Master refused to send one of the ship, alleging, that if it should please God they were forced to leave the Port by any disaster, there was no stock to buy any refreshing for our men which then did want it, the rest of our Carriages, and go is lying low in Hold, could not then be come by, ●●●●●●: much time which then we wanted. It was also appointed that we should with all speed take in water, and stand for Ormus, the which was a●●●yed to do, and partly effected, for upon the fifth day the Merchants and our Purser road with all speed to the Sultan, (who was then out of Town) to ●●treat for Boats to Land the Goods, and to water out ships, the which he granted, and also gave ●●a Boat to make us a Long boat by reason we had lost both our Skiffe and Long boat the last sight.  
The sixth there came Boothalers aboard, & took all the goods aforesaid and carried them a shore, & also took in Cask to fill with water.  
The 7. of November there came 12. Tun of water aboard, which was presently taken in, and more Cask sent a shore; also in this short time our Lower Orlope was also made Priddic, and our two chase Pieces were mounted, and we were in good hope the next day to take in water enough to serve until the fleet came to stand over for Ormus; but God having otherwise appointed, it fell out contrary.  
The eighth day, about 7. in the morning, Rusrero with his Frigates came rowing towards the Ship, and being then calm that the Ship could not work, he came in such sort that she could have none but her Chase Piece to bear upon them, which lay so well to pass, that they sunk two of their Figots before they could board her, and two more after they were by her sides. But after they were aboard, they plied their small shot in such wise, that they were not able able to open a Port in the ship, but were forced to shoot away Ports, and all.  
They also maintained such abundance of fire works round about her that in a moment all her Masts and Sails ●●re on fire, her upper Deck was also on fire, the which for all their heaving much water upon it, in less than half an hour fell down upon their heads, and put them from their 〈…〉 death on each side, some 〈…〉 put themselves to the mercy 〈…〉 the rest gave ●●● to the 〈…〉 up the ship. Those men which ●●●●●●●●● b●ord, were all received into the 〈…〉 ●●●●● carried unto Ormus Island, and the next in ●●●●● Rusrero gave or ●●● to cut off all their heads but one, namely Thomas Winterborne, whom he sent with a letter to the Merchants at Gombroone, the rest being 26. persons, were 〈…〉 ely ●●headed.  
Those that were blown up in the Ship, driven a shore and were burled at Gombroone be●●●● in number 42. there were also nine men a ●●● about the Companies ●●●●●●●, and one that Rusrero sent with a Letter makes 10. whom God grant never worse fortune.  
Thus was this good ship and men unfortunately and lamentably lost, yet as much courage and manly resolution as possibly could be was performed by the English, not can it be imagined how more industry or ●uer valour could have been showed; on the other side, the cruel and bloodthirsty enemy gained nothing but knocks loss of lives and limbs, having his Frigates sunk and torn in pieces, his main purchase being dishonour and infamy, for after all our men had sought so long, and so manfully, being besieged round with death, as the Sea to swallow them, the fire to consume them, or the Portugals swords to cut their throats, not being possible to escape one of these ways of emenent canger, that then in that extremity 27. men escaping into the Sea, were all alive taken up by the Enemy, whom had he then killed in he ●●e of blood, when war, rage death and fury were up, it had been then but the effect and fortune o● war; but to give them harbour all night, and the next day in cold blood to cause them to be beheaded, it was one of the ignoblest, inhuman, and barburous parts of murder that could be committed. But Rusrero being a Portugal or Spantard, could do no other (or the honour of his Country) but show his bloody nature, especially to our Nation: a Barbarian, a Turk or a jew should have found more kind●●●●, for indeed they all are of one disposition. And I am sure, no Record or Chronicle can show, no History can report, no tradition can declare, nor any memory can re●●●, that ever an Englishmen, or almost other Nation (except the Spaniard) did murder so many defirmed naked men, having had them all a whole night in their custody.    

A farewell and hearty well-wishing to the noble attempts of our English Sea and Land forcas, with their Allies and Confederates.  
YOu sons of Mars that furrow Neptune's brow,  
And o'er the dangerous Deep (undaunted) plough;  
You who esteem your Country's honour more,  
Than life or pelse, (which Peasants do adore)  
Your noble Ancestors, whose memories  
Are borne by Fame as fare as T●● Rise,  
And universally divulged from thence  
The Circle of the world's circumference,  
Let their example be a spur to you,  
That you their worthy virtues may pursue:  
They were but men, and you are each so much,  
They were victorious, may you each be such;  
They had good courage guided with good skill,  
Which skill and Courage, Fortune, Grace and Will,  
I do implore th' Almighty to bestow,  
On you in general, All, both high and low,  
Time doth record our Britain's matchless force  
By Sea and Land, with valiant foot or horse,  
Hath made France tremble and proud to quake  
And great jerusalems' foundation shake:  
And as true valour did inspire their breasts,  
So Victory and Conquest crowned their Crests.  
O may your good intendments fall out ●ight,  
The God of Battles still your Battles sight;  
That as your Fathers were so you maybe,  
Rare Patterns unto your posteritre:  
That all our Foes with terror now may know  
They have been beaten, and they must be so,  
True Honour, Fame, and Victory attend you:  
And high ●●● in your cause defend you:  
That Immortality your fames may Crown,  
And GOD may have the Glory and Renown.  
JOHN TAYLOR   
FINIS.   

TAILOR'S PASTORAL, BEING BOTH HISTORICAL AND SATIRICAL. OR, The noble Antiquity of Shepherds, with the profitable use of Sheep: With a small touch of a scabbed Sheep, and a Caveat against that Infection.  

DEDICATED TO THE RIGHT WORSHIP FULL, I Vdicious, and truly Generous, my well approved good friend, Mr. THOMAS DOVE, Archdeacon of Northampton, the accomplishment of his worthy desires Temporal and Eternal.  
RIGHT WOR: SIR,  
Books without Patrons, are like Babes without Parents, (for except the one be pleasing and plausible to humour, the various dispositions of men, and the other left with warm portions or legacies in the tuition of faithful Executors or Guardians) both Books and Babes are happy if they die in their birth, that the first minute of their misery may be the first moment of their felicities: these Considerations have humbly emboldened me to lay this poor Infant of my laborious Brain, at the door or gate of your patronage and protection, not doubting but your innated charity, good disposition, and unfeigned affectation of all laudable endeavours, will give it both free and hospitable entertainment. The function I treat of being venerable and honourable, as of Shepherds, the profit commendable, lawful, necessary, ample, and universal, as of Sheep. The writing or methood of it historical, mystical, tropical; typical, literal, and Satirical; which hath encouraged me to dedicate my poor Shepheardly invention, and their harmless flocks to your Worship's good acceptance, whose reverend function is truly Pastoral; acknowledging that my many imperfections in writing, and unworthiness in handling so worthy a subject, hath made me doubtful to use the protection of your Name? yet on the other side, considering your good inclination, and mine own humble innocence, both myself and my best endeavours I here consecrate to be employed ever in your Worship's service.  
He whose meaning, writing, and speaking, are one: JOHN TAYLOR.   

All those that will not read this plain Epistle, Lay down the Book, on God's name, and go whistle.  
HOnest men's Sons (if I give you a wrong name, I ask your Father's pardon) although every one that eats Mutton, may truly be suspected for sheep-biter, yet I hope my Sheep shall find no such dogged dealing amongst you. There are indeed three sorts of Creatures, two of which are so much repugnant to a Sheep, that I think there will never be an union betwixt them, which are a wolf and a Dog; the third is a Goat, which although they may graze or pasture one with another, as Christians and Infidels are woven together in the linsey woolsey web of the World, yet I did never know any kind of familiarity between them. And be thou in nature, a Wolf, a Dog, or a Goat, that readst this, I pass not, but I rather pity thy accursed inclination, then stand in any fear of thy Butting or Biting: she honest minded Reader shall find my subject or Theme both landable and Honourable: and those who hold the name of Shepherd in contempt or derision, may her find truly proved, that the whole World doth not now contain, nor ever will retain any men, who for Goodness, Honour, true Worth, Worthiness and respect, that can or dare make comparison with the Shepherds of former Agos. And though VIRGIL, OVID, MANTVAN, and many of our learned English and Scottish Poets, have made their inventions travel up the top of the forked Mountain of Parnassus; yet I would have the Reader know, that if they, each of them had Argos eyes, of survey and observe, and as many hands as Briareus, to write, yet for all their pains, diligent search and collections, my weak cpabitie can find matter enough to make an honest Pamphlet out of what they have overseen, neglected, or made slight account of. Four things, I have, do, and ever will observe in my Writings; which are, not to write profane, obscene, palpable, and edious Lies, or scandalous Libels. In keeping which Decorum, I hope I shall keep myself within the limits or bounds of good men Respect. And this Advertisement more I give the Reader, that there are many things Imprinted under the name of two Letters, I. T. for some of which I have been taxed to be the Author: I assure the world that I had never any thing imprinted of my writing, that I was either afraid or ashamed to set my name as large to it; and therefore if you see any Author's name I. T. I utterly disclaim it: for I am as I have been, both I, and T. which with addition of Letters, is yours to be commanded in any laudableendeavours,  
JOHN TAYLOR   

TAILOR'S PASTORAL, BEING BOTH HISTORICAL AND SATIRICAL OR, The noble Antiquity of Shepherds; with the profitable use of Sheep.  

APOLLO (Father of the Sisters nine,  
I c●aue thy aid t'inspire this Muse or mine,  
Thou that thy golden Glory didst lay by  
(As Ovid doth relate most wittily)  
And in a Shepherd's shape, didst deign to keeps  
Thy Love's beloved Sire, Admerus sheep.  
And rural Pan, thy help I do entreat,  
That (to the life) the praise I may repeat  
Of the contended life, and mighty stocks  
Of happy Shepherds, and their harmless socks.  
●● better thoughts my Errors do control  
●● an offence, most negligent and foul,  
●us invoking, like a Heathen man,  
●● helpless, from Apollo, or from Pan  
When as the subject, which I have in hand,  
●almost infinite, as Scars, or sand,  
●● With Antiquity, upon Record  
● the Eternal, neverfailing Word.  
●●ere 'tis engraven true and manifest,  
●●That Shery and Shepheares, were both best and blessed.  
●● Therefore invocate the gracious aid  
Of Thee, whose mighty Word hath all things made,  
Israel's great Shepherd numbly c●aue  
That his assured assistance I may have:  
That my unlearned Muse no verse compile,  
When may be impious, profane or vile,  
●●●ad though through Ignorance, or negligence,  
●● poor iwcation fall into offence,  
●●implore that boundless Grace of his,  
Nor stricaly to regard what is amisle,  
●at but unto me belongeth all the blame,  
And all the Glory be unto his Name.  
Yet as this Booker's verse, so men must know,  
●●must some Fictions and Aliusions show,  
Some shreds, sow ●mnants relics, or some scraps,  
The Muses may inspire me with perhaps.  
Which taken laterally, as line may sceme,  
And so mil-understanding may misdeem.  
Of Sheep therefore, before to work I fall,  
Isle show the Shepherd's first original:  
Those that the best Records will read and mark,  
Shall find just Abel was a Patriarch,  
Our father Adam's second son, a Prince,  
(As great as any man, begotten since)  
Yet in his function he a Shepherd was:  
And so his mottall Pilgrimage did pass.  
And in the sacred Text it is compild,  
That he that's father of the Faithful styled,  
Did as a Shepherd line uponth increase  
Of Sheep, until his days on earth did ceasel  
And in those times it was apparent t●en  
Abel 
* Abel a Prince's Patriarch, figure of the true Church a type of ●●●tt and a shepherd, Abraham a Prince a Patriarch, ●●●uled with the Glorious title of Father of the Faithful, a Shep: heard.  and Abram both were Noble men:  
The one obtained the title righteously  
For his unfeigned serving the most High,  
He first did offer Sheep which (on Record)  
Was Sacrifice accepted of the Lord.   

He was (before the Infant world was ripe)  
The Church's figure, and his Saurours type,  
A murdered Martyr, who for serving God,  
Did first of all feel persecutions rod.  
And Abraham was in account so great,  
Abramclech his friendship did entreat,  
Faith's pattern, and Obedience sample, he  
Like Stars, or sand, was in posteritis:  
In him 
* Isaac.  the Nations of the Earth were blessed,  
And now his bosom figures heavenly REST,  
His Sheep almost past numbering multiplied,  
And when (as he thought) I save should have died,  
Then by th'Almighties Mercies, Love, and Grace  
A Sheep from out a Bush supplied the place.  
Lot was a Shepherd, (Abraham's brothers son)  
And such great favour from his God he won,  
That Sodom could not be consumed with fire,  
Till he and his did out of it retire,  
They felt no vengeance for their foul offence,  
Till righteous Lot was quite departed thence.  
And jacob, as the holy Ghost doth tell,  
Who afterwards was called Israel,  
Who wrestled with his God, and (to his fame)  
Obtained a Name and Blessing for the same,  
He (under Laban) was a Shepherd long,  
And suffered from him much ingrateful wrong,  
For Bachel and for Leah, he did bear  
The yoke of servitude full twenty year,  
He was a Patriarch, a Prince of might.  
Whose wealth in Sheep, was almost infinite,  
His twice six sons (as holy writ describes,  
Who were the famous Fathers, of twelve tribes)  
Were for the most part Shepherds, and such men  
Whose like the world shall ne'er contain again.  
Young joseph, amongst the rest, especially,  
A constant mirror of true Chastity:  
Who was in his affliction, of behaviour  
A moral Type of his immortal saviour:  
And Truth his Mother Rachet doth express  
To be her father Laban's, Shepherdess,  
Meek Moses, whom the Lord of hosts did call  
To lead his people out of Aegypts' thrall,  
Whose power was such, as no man's was before,  
Nor since his time hath any man's been more,  
Yet in the Sacred text it plain appears,  
That he was letbroes Shepherd forty years.  
Heroic David, Ishaies youngest son,  
Whose acts immortal memory hath won:  
Whose valiant vigour did in pieces tear  
A furious Lion and a ravenous Bear:  
Who (armed with Faith and fortitude alone)  
Slew great Gohah, with a sling and stone,  
Whose victories the people sung most plain,  
Saul hath a thousand, He ten thousand slain,  
He from the Sheepfold came to be a king,  
Whose same for ever through the world shall ring;  
He was another Type of that blessed HE  
That was and is, and evermore shall be.  
His virtuous Acts are writ for imitation,  
His holy Hymns and Psalmen for consolation,  
For Reprehension and for Contemplation,  
And finally to show us our salvation.  
The Prophet Amos, unto whom the Lord  
Kear●l'd the sacred secrets of his Word:  
God raised him from the Sheepfold to foretell  
What Plagues should fall on sinful Israel,  
True 
* Job.  Patience pattern Prince of his affections.  
Most mighty tamer of his imperfections,  
Whose guard was God, whose guide the holy Ghost,  
Blessed in his wealth of which Sheep was the most,  
Just jobs loft riches doubled was again,  
Who lived beloved of God, admired of men.   
Seth and Noab, were Shepherds and feeders of Cattle,  

The first of happy tydiageon the earth,  
Of our all only Saviour's blessed birth,  
The glorious Angels to the Shepherds told,  
As Luke th'evangelist doth well unfold.  
And should my verse a little but decline Lok. ●. ●  
To humane stories, and leave divine:  
There are some mighty Princes I can name,  
Whose breeding (at the first) from Shepherds came  
Rome's founder (Romulus) was bred and t,  
Mongst Shepherds where his youthful days he led  
The Persian Monarch (Cyr●●●) he did pass  
His youth with 
* Valeriux, Maximus, and Aureliaxus, were raised from been Herdsmen to the imperial dignity,  Shepherds, and a Shepherd was,  
The Terror of the world, that famous man  
Who conquered Kings, and kingdoms overran  
His style was, (as some stories do repeat)  
The Scythsan Shepherd Tamburlaine the Great.   

'tis such a Title of pre-eminence,  
Of reverence, and such high magnificence,  
That David, (who so well his words did frame) ●●●●  
Did call our great Creator by the name.  
Our blessed redeemer (Goas eternal Son)  
Whose only merits our Salvation won.  
He did the harmless name of Shepherd take ●●●  
For our protection, and his Mercres sake.  
Those that will read the sacred Text, and look  
With diligence, throughout that heavenly Book,  
Shall find the Ministers have Epithires,  
And named Angels, Stewards, Watchmen Lights,  
Salt, Builders, Husbandmen, and Stars that shine,  
(Inflamed with the Light which is Divine)  
And with these names, within that books compiled  
They with the Style of Shepherds are instilled.  
Thus God the Sire, and son, the Scriptures call  
Both Shepherds, my stieall and literal,  
And by similitudes comparing to,  
All kings and Churchmen bear that title do.    

A.E.I.O.U. two Anagrams of the five Vowels, the one serves for the glorious name GOD, and the other in the Spanish tongue is a Sheep, which name the Prophet Esay doth figuratively or mystically call our Creator JEOVA, or JEHOVAH, OVEIA, is a sheep.  
Wherein may be perceived, that there is no Word, Name or Action, in or under Heaven, but hath one or more of the five Vowels, and that no Word or Name hath them all Without other Letters, but JEOVA, and OVEIA, Which doth admonish us in the fear and reverence of the Almighty, because in all our thoughts, Words and actions, some part of his Wonderful Name is infinitely included. And withal that OVEIA or a sheep is a most significant Emblem or sign of our God and Saviour's innocence and patiented sufferings.  

WIse and Insorutable, Omniscient,  
Eternal, Gracious, and Omnipotent,  
In Love, in justice, Mercy & in Might  
In Honour, Power and Glory infinite  
In works, in words, in every Attribute  
Almighty All. commanding, Absolute;  
For who so notes the Letters of the name  
JE MOVAH, shall perceive within the same,  
The Vowels of all Tongues included be:  
●●●●th no name that e'er was named but HE,  
●●● I have heard some Scholars make Relation,  
●● is but a breathing Aspiration;  
A letter that may be left out and spared,  
Whereby is clearly to our sight declared,  
That Great JEHOVA may be written true  
With only Vowels, A, E, I, O, V:  
And that there is no word or name but this,  
That hath them all alone, but only His,  
So that the Heavens with all the mighty Host  
Of Creatures there, Earth, sea or any Coast,  
Or Climate, any Fish, or Fowl, or Beast,  
Or any of His works, the most and least,  
Or thoughts, or words, or writing with the Pen,  
Or deeds that are accomplished by men,  
But have some of these Letters in them all,  
And God alone hath all in General.  
By which we see, according to his will,  
He is in all things, and doth all things fill,  
And all things said or done, he hath ordained,  
Some part of his great Name's there in contained  
All future, present, and all past things seeing,  
In whom we live, and move, and have our being.  
A Almighty, All in All and every where,  
E Eternal, in whom change cannot appear,  
I Immortal, who made all things mortal else,  
O Omnipotent, whose Power all Power all Power excels,  
V United, Three in one, and one in Three,   

JEOVA: Unto whom all Glory be.  
Besides the learned poets of all times,  
Have chanted out the praise, in pleasant times,  
The harmless lives of rural shepherd's Swains,  
And beauteous shepherdess on the plains,  
In 
* All the famous poets and Poetesses of all tongues and nations, have written upon this worthy subject.  Odes, in Rowdelays and Madrigals,  
In Sonnets, and in well. penned Pastorals:  
They have recorded, most delightfully,  
Their loves, their fortunes, and felicity,  
And sure, if in this low terrestrial Round  
Plain honest happiness is to be found:  
It with the Shepherds is remaining still,  
Because they have least power to do ill:  
And whilst they on their feeding flocks attend,  
They have the least occasions to offend.   

Ambition, Pomp, and Hell begotten Pride,  
And damned Adulation, they deride:  
The complemental flatt'rie of king's Courts,  
Is never intermixed amidst their sports;  
They seldom envy at each others state,  
Their love and fear is Gods, the devil's their hate.  
In weighty business they nor mar or make,  
And cursed bribes they neither give or take.  
They are not guilty (as some great men are)  
Tundoe their Mercer and Embroiderer,  
Their Tailor, Butcher Bewer, Baker, Powlter,  
(For which there's some have well deserved a halter)  
Their Shoemaker and Silkman I forgot,  
Though breaking, or else begg'rie be their lot,  
Nor is't a Shepherd's trade, by night or day  
To swear themselves in debt, and never pay  
he's no state-plotting Macbiushan,  
Or Proiect-monger Monopolitan:  
He hath no tricks or wiles to circumvent,  
Nor fears he when there comes a Parliament.  
He never wears his cap, nor bends his knee  
To feed Contention with a Lawyer's fee:  
He wants the art to Cog, Cheat, Swear and Lie,  
Nor fears the Gallows, or the Pillory.  
Nor cares he if great men be fools or wise,  
If honour fall, and base dishonour rise,  
Let fortunes mounted minions sink or swim,  
He never breaks his brains, all's one to him,  
He's free from fearful curses of the poor,  
And lives and dies content, with less, or more.   

Great temperance in Shepherds.  
He doth not waste the time as many use,  
His good Creator's creatures to abuse,  
In drinking sicks ungodly healths to some,  
They veriest Cankerwormes of Christendom;  
My Lord Ambition and my Lady Pride,  
Shall with his quasting not be magnifide:  
Nor for their sakes will he carouse and feast,  
Until (from man) he be turned worse than beast,  
Whereby he escapes vain oaths, and blasphemy,  
And surfeits, (fruits of drunken gluttony.)  
He escapes, occasion unto lust's pretence,  
And so escapes the Pox by consequence,  
Thus doth he scape the Parator and Proctor,  
Th'Apothecary, Surgeon, and Doctor,  
Whereby he this prerogative may have,  
To hold the laying in into his grave,  
Whilst many, that his betters fare have been,  
Will very hardly hold the laying in.   
These are great privileges though few men seek or care for them  

Thus Shepherd's liune; and thus they end their lives,  
Adorned and graced with these prerogatives:  
And when he dies he leaves no wrangling heirs  
To law till all be spennt, and nothing theirs,  
Hooke, Tar-box, Bottle, Bag, Pipe, Dog, and all,  
Shall breed no jars in Westminster's great Hall:  
Peace and tranquillity was all his life,  
And (dead) his goods shall breed no cause of strife.  
Thus Shepherds have no places, means, or times,  
To fall into these hell-deseruing crimes,  
Which Courtiers, Lawyers, Tradesmen, men of arms.  
Commit, unto their souls and Bodies harms.  
And from the Shepherds now i'll turn my style  
To sundry sorts of sheep another while,   

The Lambs that in the jews passover died,  
Were figures of the Lambe● that's crucified (Esa. 53.7.  
And Esay doth compare our heavenly food 1. joh. 1.29  
T'● Sheep, which dumb before the shearer stood:  
Whose death, and merits, did this title win,  
The Lamb of God, which freed the world from sin 
LAMB Anagrams 
BLAME.  LAMB Anagrams 
BALM.    
The Anagrams of Lamb is Blame and Balm.  
And Christ, the Lamb, Upon him took our Blame.  
His precious Blood (God's heavy wrath did calm)  
‛ I'was th' only Blame for Sin to cure the same  
All power, and praise, and glory be therefore,  
Ascribed to the Lamb for evermore.  
And in the threescore nineteenth Psalm we read,  
That like a Sheep our God doth jeseph lead,  
Again, of us he such account doth keep,  
That of his Paffure we are called Sheep.  
And every day we do confess (almost)  
That we have erred and strayed like Sheep that's leave.  
Our Saviour (that hath bought our Souls so dear)  
Hath said, his Sheep his voice will only hear:  
And Thrice did Christ unto Saint Peter call,  
(In which he spoke to his Disciples all) Iab. 21.15.16.  
If you do love me, feed my Sheep (quoth he)  
And feed my Lambs well, if you do love me.  
Moreover, in the final judgement day,  
There is the right hand, and the left hand way,  
Whereas the sheep he to himself doth gather,  
With saying, Come, Ye blessed of my Father, &c,  
And to the Goats, in his consuming ire,  
He bids, Depars into eternal fire.  
Thus our Redeemer, and his whole elect,  
The name of Sheep held ever in respect,  
And the comparison holds reference  
To profit, and to harmless innocence.  
For of all beasts that ever were, or are,  
None can (for goodness) with a Sheep compare:  
Indeed, for bone and burden I must grant,  
He's much inferior to the Elephant,  
The Dromedary, Camel, Horse, and Ass,  
For load and carriage doth a Sheep surpass:  
Strong Taurus, Eunuch son, the labouring Ox,  
The stately Stag, the bobtaild crafty Fox,  
These, and all ravenous beasts of prey, must yield  
Unto the Sheep, the honour of the field.   
An Ox is the Eunuch son of a Bull.  

I could recount the names of many more,  
The Lion, Unicorn, the Bear and Boar;  
The Wolf, the Tiger, the Rhinoscerot,  
The Leopard, and a number more I woe.  
But all these greedy Beasts, great Ovid's pen  
Doth say are metamorphosed into men,  
For Beast to Beast afford more conscience can,  
And much less cruelty, than man to man.  
I'll therefore let such Beasts be as they be,  
For fear they Kick, and snap and snarl at me ●●  
Unto the Sheep again my Muse doth fly,  
For honest safety, and commodity,  
He with his flesh and fleece, doth feed and clad,  
All Languages and Nations, good and bad:  
What can it more, but die, that we may live,  
And every year to us a livery give?  
'Tis such a bounty, and the charge so deep,  
That nothing can afford the like, but Sheep.  
For should the world want Sheep but 5. whole year.  
Ten thousand millions would want clothes to  
And were't not for the flesh of this kind beast, (wear:  
The world might fast, when it doth often feast,  
There's nothing doth unto a Sheep pertain,  
But'tis for man's commodity and gain;  
For men to men so much untrusty are,  
Tolye, to cozen, to forswear and swear;  
That oaths, and passing words, and joining heads.  
Is like assurance written in the sands,  
To make men keep their words, and mend all this,  
The silly Sheep skin turned to parchment is  
There's many a wealthy man, whose. whole tstate,  
Lies more in Parchment, then in coin or Plate.  
Indentures, Leaves, Euidenoes', Wills,  
Bonds, Contracts, Records. Obligations Bills,  
With these (although the sherpeskin is bat weak)  
It binds men strongly that they dare not break.  
B●● if man eats Spiders no. v and then,  
The oil of Parchment cures him oftagen.  
And what rare stuffs which in the world are framed  
Can be value like to Parchment named:  
The richest cloth of gold that can befound,  
A yard of it was ne'er worth fifty pound:  
And I have seen two foot of Sheepskin dressed,  
Which hath been worth ten thousand pounds at least.  
A piece of parchment well with Ink Iaced over,  
Helps many a gallant to a Satin cover;  
Into the Mercer it some Faith doth strike,  
It gives the Silkman Hope of no dislike:  
The Tailor it with Charity assails,  
It thrusts him last betwixt his Bill and Veils,  
And by these means, a piece of parchment can  
Patch up, and make a Gull a Gentleman,  
The Nature of it very strange I find,  
'Tis much like Physic, it can lose and bind:  
'Tis one man's freedom, and another's noose,  
And like the Pope it doth both bind and lose.   
If the Tailor's Bill be out of measure to the Gentleman, then be can make a fit measure for him with his own bond.  

And as the Ram and Ewe do fructify,  
And every year a Lamb doth multiply:  
So doth a sheepskin Bond make money breed,  
And procreate, as seed doth spring from seed.  
●● hundred pounds the Ewe, which every year  
Doth breed a ten pound Lamb, all (charges clear).   
A Bond is the Ewe, the borrower and lender are both Rams, and the Interest is the Lamb.  

Thus is a sheepskin proved the only Tie,  
And stay, whereon a world of men rely,  
Which holds a crew of Earth worms kin more awe,  
Then both the Tables of the sacred Law.  
Past number, I could many functions name  
Who (as 'tis parchment) live upon the fame:  
But 'tis sufficient this small homely touch,  
Should all be writ, my Book would swell too much.  
Now for the Ram, the Ewe, the Lamb, and Wether,  
I'll touch their skins as they are turned to Leather,  
And made in Purses, Pouches, Laces Strings,  
Gloves, Points, Book. Covers, & ten thousand things.  
And many Tradesmen line and thrive thereby,  
Which if I would, I more could amplify.  
Their Guts serve Instruments which sweetly found,  
Their Dung is best to make most fruitful ground:  
Their Hoofs burnt will most venomed Serpents kill,  
Their grated Horns are good against poison still:  
Their Milk makes Cheese, man's hunger to prevent.  
As I have seen in suffex and in Keut.  
Their Trotters, for the healthy or the sick,  
(Dressed as they should be) are good meat to pick.  
The Cooks and Butchers with the joints do gain  
And poor folks eat the Gather, Head, and brain;  
And though all wise men's judgement will allow  
A Sheep to be much lesser than a Cow,  
Yet in a Leg of Mutton I can see,  
More meat then in a leg of Beef can be.  
A live Sheep hath one Neck, yet I perceive,  
Sheep being dead, two necks of Mutton have.  
Four legs each living Sheep hath, but once slain,  
(Although he lose none, yet) he hath but twain.  
Now for the honour of the valiant Ram,  
If I were learned more triple than I am,  
Yet could I not sufficiently express  
His wondrous worth, and excellent worthiness.  
For by Altronomers 'tis verifide Aries.  
How that the Ram in heaven is stellifide,  
And (of the twelve is placed head signe of all,  
Where Sol keeps first his Equinoctial.  
For, having at the Bull drunk April's showers  
And with the Twins, May deck'd ● earth with flowers  
And scorched the Crab in june with burning beams,  
Made julies' Lion chafe with fiery gleams;  
In August solace to the Virgin given  
With Battance in September made Time even,  
October's Scorpion with declining course,  
And passing by December Archers force,  
Then having past Novembers frozen Goats,  
He next to janus' Watery Sign doth float:   

He to the Lenten Sign in February,  
And so bright Phoebus) ends his year's vagary.  
Then, to the Ram, in March, in his career,  
He mounts, on which this Sonnets written here.    

Sonnet.  

NOw cheerful Solemnising in his illustrious Car,  
To glad the Earth, his journey 'gins to take;  
And now his glorious beams he doth unbarre,  
What absence marred, his presence now doth make:  
Now he Earth's weeping visage 'gins to dry  
With Eol's breath, and his bright heavenly heat, (fly:  
March dust (like clouds) through air doth march &  
Dead-seeming Trees and Plants new life doth get.  
Thus when the World's eye●azler takes his Inn,  
At the celestial Ram, than Winter's done:  
And then Dame Nature doth her liveriespinne  
Of flowers and fruits, which all the Earth puts on.  
Thus when Apollo doth to Aries come,  
The Earth is freed from Winter's Martyrdom.  
Thus have I proved, the Ram a lucky sign,  
Wherein Heaven, Earth, and Sun and Air combine,  
To have their universal comforts hurled  
Upon the Face of the decaying world.  
With twelve signs each man's bodies governed,  
And Aties or the Ram, doth rule the head,  
Then are their judgements foolish, fond, and base,  
That take the name of Ramhead in disgrace;  
'Tis honour for the head to have the name,  
Derived from tie Ram that rules the same:  
And that the Ram doth rule the head, I know,  
For every Almanac the same doth show.   
To be called Ramhead is a title of honour, and a name proper to all men.  

He that sells wood, is called a Woodmonger;  
He that sells fish called a Fishmonger;  
He that doth brew, is called a Brewer; and  
He's called a Landlord, that takes rend for Land;  
He that bakes Bread, scorns not the name of Baker;  
He that makes Cuckolds, is a Cuckold-maker.  
So as the Ram doth rule the head, I see,  
By Constellation all men Ramheads be.  
And as the twelve Celestial signs bear sway,  
And with their motions pass man's life away:  
The Ram, the head, the Bull, the neake and throat,  
Twins, shoulders, Crab, doth rule the breast, I note,  
But 'tis the Lion's portion and his part,  
To be the valiant ruler of the heart.   
A comfort for Cuckolds, that though a man hath a Ram's head, yet he hath a Lion's heart.  

From whence such men may gather this relief,  
That though a Ramhead may be cause of grief,  
Yet Nature hath this remedy found out,  
They should have Lion's hearts to bear it stout,  
And to descend and keep the head from harm,  
The Anagram of Ram, I find is: Arm.  
Thus is a Ramhead armed against all fear,  
He needs no helmet, or no head-piece wear.  
To speak more, in the plural number, Rams,  
It yields signifique war like Anagrams,  
For Rams is Mars, Mars is the God of War,  
And Rams is Arms, Arms wars munitions are;  
And from the fierce encounters which they make.  
Our Tilts and Tournyes did beginnings take,  
For as the Rams retire and meet with rage,  
So men do in their warlike equipage.   
Strange mysteries in the words Ram or Rams: the Rams the first runners at Tilt, and first teachers of warlike battle. josephus Beller Lib. 3. cop. 9. Ram's horacs the first Trumpets.  

And long ere powder, (from Hell's damned den,  
Was monstrously produced to murder men,  
The Ram, an Engine called a Ram, did teach,  
To batter down a wall, or make a breach.  
And now some places of defence 'gainst shot,  
Have (from the Ram) the name of Rampires got.  
First warlike trumpets that Ie're heard named,  
At jerscho, were all of Rams horns framed:  
For at the Ram's horn Trumpets fearful blast,  
Their curled Walls were suddenly down cast.  
Thus is the Ram with many virtues stored,  
And was in AEgygt for a God adored:  
And like a Captain he the flock doth lead,  
As fits their General their Prince or head:  
Thus have I proved a Sheep, a beast of price,  
Clean, and reputed fit for Sacrifice:  
And sleeping, waking, early, or else late,  
It still doth chew the cud and ruminate.  
Of all Beasts in the world's circumference,  
For meekness, profit, and for innocence,  
I have approved a Sheep most excellent,  
That with least cost doth give man most content.  
There's such instinct of Nature in the Lamb,  
By bleating, It 'mongst thousands knows the dam:  
For which the name of Aguoscendo knowing,  
Is given to a Lamb, its knowledge showing.   
Agnus, Great knowledge in the Lamb.  
But to consider more seriously, the wonderful blessing that the whole world hath had and hath by Sheep at this present, I think it not amiss to use the words of an ingenuous and well affected Poet of our time, Master T. M. where he truly saith,  
No Ram no Lamb, no Lamb no Sheep, no Sheep no Wool, no Wool no Woolman, no Woolman no Spinner, no Spinner no Weaver, no Weaver no Cloth, no Cloth no Clothier, no Clothier no Clothworker, Fuller, Tucker, Shearman, Draper, or scarcely a rich Dyer.  
And what infinite numbers of people rich and poor have lived, and do live, having their whole dependence from the poor sheep's back, all men of judgement, will acknowledge; beside, I think it not amiss to set down the names of many worthy men, who have been free of London, of such Trades and mysteries whereof the Sheep is the original under God. And first, to begin with the Right Worshipful Company of Drapers, with the names of such as have borne the honourable Office and Dignity of Lord Maier of London, with their pious deeds, and diverse other persons of the said Company, their names, and memorable Charities, with the live remembrance of the Worshipful Company of Clothworkers. And first, I begin with the first.  
Anno 1189. In the beginning of the reign of King Richard the first, Sir Henry Fitz Allen Draper, was the first Lord Maior of London, who continued in that dignity twenty four years together, till the fourteenth year of King john, 1212 when he died he was a worthy benefactor to his Company, and gave Houses to the use of the poor in the Parish of Saint Mary Bothaw, in walbrooke Ward.  

Anno 1252. john Talason Draper Maior.  
1253. Richard Hardell Draper, 6. years Mayor.  
1330. Sir john Pultney Draper, 2. years Mayor.  
1332. john Preston Draper Maior.  
1333. Sir john Pultney Draper Maior.  
1336. Sir john Pultney the tourth time Lord Maior, he built a Chapel in Paul's, where he lies buried: he also built Saint Laurence Pultney Church, and the Church of little Alhalowes, and the Church called the Friars in Coventrie: he gave to the poor of Saint Giles in the Fields, to the poor Prisoners in the Fleet and Newgate, ten shillings to each yearly for ever, besides many other deeds of Charity which he did   
Many of these men did good and charitable deeds, but they did them secretly in their life's time.  

Anno 1363. Stephen Candish Draper Maior.  
1367. james Andrew Draper Maior.  
1381. joh. Northampt. Draper 2. years Mayor.  
1391. john Hind Draper Maior.  
Anno 1402. john Walcot Draper Maior.  
1404 john Hind the second time Maior, he newly built the Church of Saint Swithin. near London stone.  
1413. Sir William Cromer Draper Maior.  
1415. Sir Nicholas Wotton Draper Maior.  
1423. William Cromer Draper Maior.  
1427. john Gedney Draper Maior.  
1430. Nicholas Wotton Draper Maior.  
1433. John Brockle Draper Maior.  
1441. Robert Clopton Draper Maior.  
1445. Sir Simon Eyre Draper Mayor, he built Lraden Hall for a Garnetie for the City, and gave five thousand marks to charitable uses.  
1447. Sir john Gedney Draper Maior.  
1453. Sir john Norman Draper Maior.  
1458. Sir Thomas Scot Draper Maior.  
1462. Sir Thomas cook Draper Maior.  
1464. Sir Ralph joslin Draper Mayor,  
1474. Sir Robert Drop Draper Maior, he lieth buried in Saint Michael's Church in Cornhill London; he gave towards poor Maid's marriages of that Parish twenty pound, and to the poor of that Ward ten pound, and three hundred shirts and smocks, and hundred gowns of Broadcloth.  
1476. Sir Ralph joslin Draper, the 2. time Mayor.  
1479. Sir Bartholomew james Draper Maior.  
1481. Sir William Harriet Draper Maior.  
1484. Sir William Stocker Draper Maior.  
1489. Sir William White Draper Maior.  
1503. Sir William Capell Draper Maior.  
1507. Laurence Aylmer Draper Maior.  
1509. Sir William Capell the 2. time Mayor.  
1511. Sir Roger Achley Draper Maior.  
1514. Sir George Monox Draper Mayor, he repaired the ruinated Church at Walthamstow in Essex, and erected a Free-school there, and thirteen Almshouses for aged people, also he built a long Timber Cawsway over the Marshes from Walthamstow to Locke-bridge.  
1512. Sir john Bruges Draper Maior.  
1521. Sir john Milbourne Draper Mayor, he built fourteen Alines houses for fourteen aged poor people, near the Lord Lumleyes' house in the crossed or crouched Friars, allowing to each two shillings four pence monthly for ever.  
1524. Sir William Bailie Draper Maior.  
1528. Sir john Rudston Draper Maior.  
1533. Sir Christopher Askew Draper Maior, he paid largely to the building of eight Alms houses in Beechlane London, for eight poor widows of his Company.  
1540 Sir William Roch Draper Maior.  
1560. Sir William Chester Draper Maior.  
1565. Sir Richard Champion Draper Maior, a good Benefactor to the poor of Saint Dunstan's in the East, and to the poor in Saint Edmunds in Lombard street, he gave fifty four shillings yearly in bread for ever, besides other jousts.  
1578. Sir Richard Pipe Draper Maior.  
1580. Sir john Branch Draper Maior.  
1584. Sir Thomas Pullison Draper Maior.  
1588. Sir Martin Calthrop Draper Maior.  
1614 Sir Thomas Hayes Draper Maior.  
1615. Sir john jowls Draper Maior.  
1621. Sir Edward Barkeham Draper Maior.  
1623. Martin Lumley Draper Maior.    

These good deeds following were done by others of the said company, who were not Lord Mayor.  
IOhn Holmes Draper, gave his house to the poor in Saint Sepulchers Parish for ever, the yearly rent of it being thirty two pound.  
john Russell Draper, gave eighty pound to Schooler, and to other pious uses.  
john Quarles Draper, gave six pound a year for ever, to be given to the poor in bread.  
William Dummer Draper, gave to the poor thirteen pound eighteen shillings four pence, yearly for ever.  
Owen Clun Draper, gave to the poor five and twenty pound yearly for ever.  
William Parker Draper, towards the maintenance of Preachers at Saint Antlin, six pounds yearly for ever.  
john Skeet Draper gave to the Hospitals at London three hundred pound, and to four poor Scholars at Oxford fiae pound a piece, and the like to four poor Scholars at Cambridge.  
Henry Butler Draper, gave to Saint Thomas Hospital ten pound, to Christ-Church, Saint Bartholomewes', and Bridewell, five pounds to each.  
Peter Hall Draper, gave to Christ's Hospital ten pound, to Saint Bartholomewes' and Saint Thomas Hospital three pound to each.  
Thomas Church Draper, gave to Christ's Hospital and to Bridewell, to each ten pound, and to the Hospitals of Saint Thomas, and Saint Bartholomew, to either five pound.  
Humphrey Fox Draper, gave to Christ's Church Hospital fifty pound.  
Edmund Hill Draper, gave to the poor of Saint Andrew Under shaft fifty two pound, Anno 1609.  
William Guilborne Draper, gave four marks the year for ever, to the poor of Saint Katherine Christ Church, near Aldegate, and twenty pound he gave to build a Gallery in the same Church.  
john Quarles Draper, gave to the poor in Saint Peter in the poor in Brecstreet ward fifty pound to be bestowed yearly in bread for ever.  
Sir Richard Goddard Draper, and Alderman, gave to the Hospital of Bridewell two hundred pound.  
Master Benedict Barnham Draper, gave for the relief of the poor Prisoners in the several prisons in London fifty pound.  
Sir james Deane, Draper and Alderman, gave to the several Hospitals in London a hundred and thirty pound, and to sundry prison 70.1.  
Lady Bainham, sometimes an A dermans' wife of the Draper's Company, gave to the poor of the said Company ten pound yearly for ever.  
Lancelot Thompson Draper gave to the parish of Saint Peter in Cornhill, twenty pound for five Sermons, and a hundred pounds to the poor of the Draper's Company, and five pound yearly to he bestowed by them in fire and bread on the poor of that Parish.  
Richard shore Draper, gave fifteen pound to build a Church porch at Saint Mildred's in the Poultry.  
john Calthrop Draper, built the brick Wall betwixt the Hospitals of Christ Church and S. Bartholomew.  
john Chertsey Draper, gave to the Hospitals 20.1. and to other charitable uses a 100. pound.  
Master Henry Woolaston Draper, gave to Saint Thomas Hospital forty pound, with other charitable benevolences.  
These memorable and pious works, (with many more than my weak capacity can collect or reckon) have been done by the Drapers or Clothsellers, which doth approve the sheep to be a thriving, happy, and a most profitable beast. Now to speak somewhat of the Right Worshipful Company of Clothworkers.  
Anno Domini, 1559. Sir William Hewet Clothworker, Lord Maior.  

1574. Sir james Hawes Clothworker L. Mayor  
1583. Sir Edward Osborne Clothworker L. M.  
1594. Sir john Spencer Clothworker L. Mayor  
1596. Sir Thomas Skinner Clothworker Lord  
Maior gave to the Hospitals in London and the Suburbs 120. l.  
1599 Sir Nicholas Mosley Clothworker L.M.  
1606. Sir john Wat's Clothworker Lord Maior gave to Christ Church Hospital ten pound, ●● to the Hospital of S. Thomas in Southwarke●tic pound.   
King joses (our most gracious Sovereign) was made a Irec ● of the Worshipful Company of Clothworkers, Sir john ●●● being than Lord Maior, who seasted his Marestie, Sir Wis●● Knight, being then Master of the Company, at which ● the King gave a Guist of two brace of Bucks to the said Company yearly for ever, to be spent at their feast in their ●●●●  
Richard Faringdon Clothworker and Aldermangave to the several Hospitals in London and the Suburbs 66. pound 13. shillings 4d.  
Sir William Stone Clothworker, gave to the ●●rall Prisons in London 50 pound.  
Lady Barbara Stone, wife to the forenamed Sir William Stone, gave to the Hospital of Christ church one hundred pounds.  
Lady Spencer wife to Sir john Spencer clothworker gave to the several Hospitals 20. pound.  
William Lamb Esquire, free of the Company Clothworkers, and one of the Gentlemen of the Chapel to King Henry the 8. built a Free Grammar School at Sutton Valence in ken, where he was borne) allowing yearly for ever to the Master of the said School twenty pound, and to the Usher ten pound: Also he built six Alemet-houses there, with Gardens and Orchards and ten pound yearly to each of them forever. Besides he gave to the Free School at Maidstone in Kent ten pound yearly for ever, which he appointed to be bestowed only upon ●● children, who were destitute of friends and ●courlesse. Also he bestowed three hundred pound for the use of decayed Clothiers in the county ●●●● of Suffolk, and in the Towns of Bridg●●●le. and Ludlow. Moreover, he built two conduits in London, one at Holborn Bridge, and the other on the Hill towards New Gate, ●oth of which cost 1500 pounds; at which time ●●gaue 120. new Pails to so many poor wo●● to bear Water withal: Moreover, he gave thirty pound a year to his Company for ever, and 4. pounds yearly to a Minister for 4. Sermons, and 301. yearly for ever, to be bestowed on twelve poor men, and twelve poor women; each of them to have a Frieze Gown, one Lockerom shirt or smock, one pair of winter shoes; which gift is yearly distributed on the first of October; he also gave to the poor of Saint Giles Parish without Cripplegate fifteen pound. To the poor of the Company of Stationers, he gave six pounds, thirteen shillings, 4ds. yearly for ever, to be bestowed every Friday in the Parish of S. Faiths, on twelve poor people twelve pence in bread, and twelve pence in money. He gave to Christ's Hospital Six pounds yearly for ever, and 100 pound in ready money present: He gave to S. Thomas Hospital 4. pounds yearly for ever: and to poor Maid's marriage he gave 20. pounds: besides Newgate, Ludgate, the two Comptors in London, the Marshalsea, the King's Bench, and the White Lion, had all most loving tastes of his Charitable liberality: and in conclusion, he gave 108. Gowns to poor aged people at his Funeral.  
This was a Lamb, whose like was never any,  
Whose love and pity fed and clothed so many:  
And'sis no doubt, but these good deeds of his,  
Did help to lift his soul to endless Bliss.  
Master john Berriman of Bishops Tannton in the County of Devonshire, Clothier, and free Draper of London, gave to the Hospital of Christ Church 100 pounds to S, Bartholomews' 5. pounds: to S. Thomas Hospital 6. pounds; to Bridewell 40. shillings: and to the Hospital of Bethlehem, 50. pounds.  
Peter blundel Clothier, gave to Christ-Church Hospital, 500 pounds: to Saint Bartholomewes' Hospital 250. pounds: to Saint Thomas Hospital 250. pounds: to Bridewell 8. pounds yearly for ever: to the Reparation of the Church at Tiverton (where he was borne) fifty pounds: towards the mending of Highways, one hundred pounds; to the twelve Companies in London, to every of them one hundred and fifty pound: to poor Maid's marriages in Tiverton four hundred pound: to the poor at Exeter, he gave nine hundred pound: to build a Grammar-schoole at Tiverten, 2400.l. and after laid out by his Executors, one thousand pound: to the Schoolmaster fifty pounds yearly for ever: to the Usher 13. pound 6. shillings 8. pence yearly: to the Clerk 40. shillings yearly: to place four poor boys yearly Apprentices, twenty pounds per annum: to keep 3. Scholars at Oxford, and three at Cambridge, 2000 pound.  
Robert Chilcot, servant to the aforesaid Mr. blundel gave to Christ's Hospital 100 pound, towards a meaver School to have Children taught, to be fit for his Master's Grammar, school: he gave 400. pound to maintain it: he gave 90. pound, allowing the Schoolmaster yearly 20. l. the Clerk 3. pound, and toward Reparations 40. shillings per annum: to fifteen poor men he gave sixteen pounds, 10. shillings a year for ever: to 15. poote labouring men, 15. pound: to 15. poor people weekly, six pence each, for ever to mend the Church at Tiverton, 19 pound ten shillings; to mend High ways ten pounds; and to other charitable ules more than is mentioned.  
Thus hath it pleased God, that these men (whose trades and livings were derived from the poor Sheep's back) have not only grown to great wealth and places of honour, but have been also great Instruments of the Almightles mercy, in relieving the needy and impotent members of Christ: & should I reckon up the particulars of profits that arise from this Beast, to Graziers, Butchers, Skinners, Glover's, Felmongers', Leather sellers, Feltmongers, Tailors, and an infinite number of other Trades and Functions, who could not live, or else live very hardly without this Commodity. I say, should I write of these things in particular, my work would never be done in general.  
Wool hath been formerly in such esteem in England, that in Parliament holden the 36. of Edward the 3 the King had his Subjects paid him in Wool; and before that, in the eleventh year of his Reign, it was forbidden to be transported out of this Kingdom; and then did strangers come over hither, from diverse parts beyond the Seas, who were Fuller's, Weavers, and Clothworkers, whom the King entertained, and baro all their charges out of his Exchequer: at which time, the Staples, or places of Merchandise for Wools, were kept at diverse places of this Land at once; as at Newcastle, York, Lincoln, canterbury, Norwich, Westminster, Chichester, Winchester, Exeter, Bristol, and carmarthen: by which may be perceived what a great commodity Wool was in those days. But in the 6. year of King Edward the 4. the King sent certain Sheep out of Cotsall, in Gloucester shire, into Spain, the increase of which so enriched the Spaniards with our Wool, that ever since, it hath been in the less request in England: nevertheless as it is, it is the means of life and maintenance for many hundred thousands.   

Here fokoweth a touch of paltry Scabbed and infectious kinds of Sheep, which I think sit to place by themselves in the lag end of my Book, as fare ●● I can from the clean, sound and profitable Sheep before mentioned, for fear the bad should infect the good.  

ANd now from solid Prose I will abstain  
To pleasant Poetry, and mirth again.  
The Fable of the golden Fleece began,  
'Cause Sheep did yield such store of gold to Man,  
For he that hath great store of woolly Fleeces,  
May (when he please) have store of golden pieces,  
Thus many a poor man dying hath left a Son,  
That hath transformed the Fleece to Gold like jases  
And here's a my stery profound and deep,  
There's sundry sorts of Mutton, are no Sheep:  
Laced Mutton which let out themselves to hire,  
Like Hackneys, who'lbe fired before they tyre.  
The man or man which for such Mutton hungers  
Are (by their Corporation) Mutton mongers:  
Which is a brotherhood so large and great,  
That if they had a Hall, I would entreat  
To be their Clerk, or keeper of accounts,  
To show them unto what their charge amounts:  
My brains in numbering then would grow so quick  
I should be Master of Arithmetic:  
All States, degrees, and Trades, both bad and good,  
Afford some members of this Brotherhood;  
Great therefore needs must be their multitude,  
When every man may to the Trade intrude;  
It is no freedom, yet these men are free,  
Not saviours, but most liberal spenders be:  
For this is one thing that doth them bewitch,  
That by their trading they ware seldom rich:  
The value of this Mutton to set forth,  
The flesh doth cost more than the broth is worth:  
They all Ewes, yet are exceeding Ramish,  
And will be dainty fed, whoso'uer famish.  
Nor are they marked for any man, or no man,  
As mean, or thine, but every man's in common,  
●●beads, and necker, and breasts, they yield some itore  
●●●scarcely one good liver in nine score:  
Livers being bad, 'tis understood,  
The reinea are filled with putrified blood,  
Which makes them subject to the scab, and then  
They prove most dangerous diet unto men.  
And then the proverb proves no lie or mock,  
On seabbed sheep's enough to spoil a focke.  
But yet for all this, there is many a Gall,  
●●● Mutton well, and dips his bread ● the we'll.  
And were a man put to his choice to keep,  
'Tis said, a Sbriw is better than a Sheep.  
●●● if a man be yoked with such an E●●●,  
See may be both seabbed Sheep and Shrew.  
And he that is so marched his life may well  
Compared be unto an earthly hell.  
Into my Theme which I wrote of before,  
Let this Mutton must have one cut more.  
These kind of Sheep have all the world ore'growne,  
And seldom do wear flecces of their own,  
For they from sundry men their pelts can pull.  
Whereby they keep themselves as warm as wool.  
Besides, in colours, and in shape, they vary  
Quite from all profitable sheep contrary  
White, black, green, rawny, purple, red, and blue,  
Beyond the Rainbow for their change of hue:  
●●● like in alteration,  
●●● that bare Air they cannot live upon.  
The Moon's mutations not more manifold,  
Silk, Velvet, Tissue, Cloth, and cloth of Gold:  
These are the Sheep that Golden fleeces wear,  
Who robe themselves with others Wool or hair:  
And it may be, 'twas such a Beast and Fleece,  
Which jason brought from Cholcos, into Greece.   

They are as soft as silkworms.  
Were it no more but so, I dare be bold  
To think this Land doth many jasons' hold:  
Wno never durst to pass a dangerous wave,  
Yet may (with ease) such Golden fleeces have,  
Too much of one thing's good for nought (they say)  
I'll therefore take this needless dish away:  
For should I too much of of Laced Mutton writ  
I mayo'recome my reader's stomach quite.  
Once more unto the good Sheep i'll recare,  
And so my Book shall to its end exspire:  
Although it be not found in ancient writers,  
I find all Mutton-caters are Sheepbiters  
And in some places I have heard and seen,  
That cutrish Sheepe-bisers have hanged been.  
If any kind of Tike should snarl or whine,  
Or bite, or wootry this poor Sheep of mine.  
Why let them bark and bite, and spend their breath,  
I'll never with them a Sheep bitter's death.  
My Sheep will have them know her Innocence  
Shall live in spite of their malcuolence;  
I wish them keep: themselves and me from pain,  
And bite such sheep as cannot bite again.  
For if they snap at mine, I have a pen,  
That (like a truky dog) shall bite again.  
And in conclusion, this I humbly crane,  
That every one the honesty may have,  
That when our frail mortality is past,  
We may be the good Shepherd's sheep at last.    
FINIS.   

THE PRAISE OF HEMPSEED. WITH The Voyage of Mr. Roger Bird and the Writer hereof, in a Boat of brown-paper, from London to Quinborough in Kent. As also, a Farewell to the matchless deceased Mr. THOMAS CORIAT.  
The Profits arising by Hemp seed are 
Clothing, Food, Fishing, Shipping,  The Profits arising by Hemp seed are 
Pleasure, Profit, justice, Whipping.   

DEDICATED TO THE RIGHT WORSHIP FULL, Patterns and Patrons of honest endeavours, Sir THOMAS HOWET, and Sir ROBERT WISEMAN Knights: And to the worthy Gentleman, Mr. JOHN WISHMAN, Health, Mirth, and Happiness, be ever attendants.  
NOBLE SIRS:  
I Can have soiled a greater volume than this with a deal of empty and trivial scuffe: as puling Sonnets, whining Elegies, the dog-tricks of Love ●●●● to mock Apes, and transform men into Asses. Which kind of writing is like a man in Authority, ancient in years, roverend in Beard, with a promising outside of Wisdom and Gravity, yet in the expected performances of his profound under standing, his capacity speaks nething but Mutimus, But here your Worships shall find no such stuff: for thou I have not done as I should, yet I have performed as much as I could. I have not had rivers of Oil, or fountains of wine to fill this my poor cask or book: but I have (as it were) extracted oil out of steels, and wine out of dry chaff. I have here of a grain of Hempseed made a mountain greater than the Apenines or Caucalus, and not much lesser than the whole world. Here is Labour, Profit, Clothing, Pleasure, Food, Navigation: Divinity, Poetry, the liberal Arts, Arms, Virtue's defence, Vice's offence, a true man's protection, a thief's execution. Here is mirth and matter all beaten out of this small Seed.  
With all, myself for myself, and in the behalf of Mr. Roger Bird, do most humbly thank your Worships for many former undeserved courtesies and favours extended towards us, especially at our going our dangerous Voyage in the Paper boat: for which we must ever acknowledge ourselves bound to your Goodnesses. Which voyage I have merrily related at the end of this Pamphlet, which with the rest I have made bold to dedicate to your Worshipful and worthy Patronages, humbly desiring your pardons and acceptances, ever remaining to be commanded by yond and yours in all obsequiousness.  
JOHN TAYLOR.   

THE CONTENTS OF THIS BOOK.  

1 The most part of such Authors are nominated, as have written of trivial matters.  
2 The Names of most of the Pagan and Heathenish Idols, that have been and are honoured at this present.  
3 The profit and pleasure all Countries have by Hempseed.  
4 How it propagates the Gospel.  
5 Navigation, with the Commodities it brings and carries.  
6 How many Trades and Functions live by it.  
7 How when it is worn to rags, it is made into Paper.  
8 How many live by it being Paper.  
9 The sacred memory of Patriarches, Prophets, Evangelists, Apostles, and Fathers.  
10 The four Monarchies.  
11 The seven Wonders.  
12 Philosophers, Historians, Chronographers, Poets ancient and modern, the best fort mentioned.  
13 The Anatomy of a Brownist, or precise Amsterdamd Puritan.  
14 A Voyage in a Paper-boat to Quinborough.  
15 The description of a Sea-storm.  
16 The Names of the most famous Rivers in the World.  
17 The praise of the noble River of Thames,    

A. Preamble, Preatrot, Preagallop, Preavick, Preapace, or Preface; and Proface my Masters, if your stomaches serve.  

Book, go thy ways, and honest mirth provoke:  
And spiteful spirits with Melancholy choke.  
●●● I command thee, where thou dost resort.  
To be the bad men's terror, good men's sport.  
Netre as thou canst, I pray thee do not miss,  
In make them understand what Hempseed &.  
Me thinks I hear some knavish foolish head,  
Accuse condemn, and judge before be read:  
Saying, the fellow that the same hath made,  
It ame bovicke Waterman by trade:  
And therefore it cannot worth reading be,  
Being compiled by such anove as he.  
Another spends his censure like Tom ladle,  
(Brings in his fine eggs, sour of which are addle)  
Mews and makes faces, yet scarce knows what's what:  
Hemp. seed (quoth he) what canbe writ of that?  
Thus these depraving minds their judgements scatter  
Eyber against the Writer or the Matter.  
But let them (if they please) read this Preamble,  
And they will find that I have made a scamble  
To s●ew my pocre plenteous want of skill,  
How Hempseed doth deserve, preserve, and kill,  
I muse that never any exe'lent wit  
Of this forgotten subject yet bathe writ.  
The themes is rich, although esteemed mean,  
Not scuurulous, profane, nor yet obscene.  
And such as task may well become a quill  
To blaze it, that hath all the grounds of skill.  
This work were no dishonour or abuse,  
To Homer, Ovid, or to Marots Muse.  
A thousand Writers for their art renowned  
Have made farrt base things their studies ground.  
That men have cause to rail 'gainst fruitless Rhymes,  
(Vainly compiled in past and present times,)  
And say, O Hempseed, how art thou forgotten  
By many Potts that are dead and rotten I  
And yet how many will forget the still,  
Till they put on a Tyburn Pickadill.   

The Names of most of such Authors or their Works, as have writ upon many poor subjects.  
Erasmus, that great Clerk of Rotterdam,  
In praise of Folly many lines did frame:  
The sum and pith of all his whole intents  
Shows Fools are guilty, and yet Innocents'.  
Another, briefly, barely did relate  
The naked honour of a bare bald Pate:  
And for there's not a hair 'twixt them and heaven,  
The title of tall men to them is given:  
And sure they put their foes in such great dread.  
That none dares touch a hair upon their head.   

Mountgomerie, a fine Scholar did compile  
The Cherrry and the Slow in learned style.  
Homer wrote bravely of the Frog and Rat,  
And Virgil versified upon a Gnat,  
Ovid set forth the Art of lustful Love..  
Another wrote the Treatise of the Deve.  
One with the Grasshopper doth keep a rut.  
Another rhymes upon a Hazel Nut.  
One with a neat Sophistic Paradox  
Sets forth the commendations of the Pox.  
Signout Inamorato's Muse doth sing  
In honour of his Mistress Glove or Ring,  
Her Mask, her Fan, her Pantosle, her Glass.  
Her Any thing, can turn him to an Ass.  
Pliny and Aristotle Writ of Bees.  
Some writ of Beggaries twenty four degrees.  
One of the Owl did learnedly indite,  
And brought the Night bird welcome to daylight.  
A second did defend with tooth and nail.  
The strange contentment men may find in jail.  
A third doth the third Richard much commend,  
And all his bloody actions doth defend.  
A fourth doth show his wits exceeding quickness,  
In praise of Taverns healths and Drunken sickness.  
A fift doth toil hit Muse quite out of breath,  
Of adverse Fortune, banishment or death.  
A sixth the very Firmament doth harrow,  
Writes of the Parrot, Popinjay and Sparrow,  
The Stork, the Cuckoo: Nothing can escape,  
The Horse, the Dog, ass, fox, ferret, and the ape.  
Mounsieur de Gallia, writes all night till noon,  
Commending highly Ten●is or Balloon.  
Another's Museus high as Luna flies,  
In praise of hoar sursse, dropsies, and blear eyes,  
The Gout, Sciatica, scabbed hams, small legs:  
Of threadbare cloaks, a jews-trump, or potched eggs.  
One, all his wit at once, in Rhyme discloses  
The admirable honour of red noses:  
And how the nose magnificat at doth bear  
A tincturs, that did never colour fear.  
One doth her ●icke it throng hout our coast,  
The virtue of muld-facke, and ale and toast.  
Another takes great paints with ink and pen,  
Approving fat men are true honest men.  
Out makes the ha●●ig h●y va●ty welkin ring  
In praise of Custards, and a bag, pudding.  
Another, ●the●●● ink and paper,  
Exalting Dancing makes his Muse to caper.  
Another's humour will nothing allow  
To be more profitable ●●● a Cow,  
Licking his lips, in thinking that his theme  
Is milk, cheese, butter, whey, whig, curds, and cream,  
Leather ana Veal, and that which is most chief  
Tripes, chitterlings, or fresh powdered beef.  
A number have contagiously rehearsed  
And on Tobacco vpourized and vearsed.  
Maintaining that it was a drug divine  
Fit to be served by all the Sisters nine.  
Yet this much of it, I shall ever think,  
The more men stir in it, the more 'twill stink,  
A learned Knight, of much esteem and worth,  
A pamphlet of a Privy did set forth,  
Which strong breathed Ajax was well liked, because  
'twas writ with wit and did deserve applause.  
One wrote the Nightingale and labouring Ant.  
Another of the Flea and th'Elephant.  
Tom Nash a witty pamphlet did indite  
In praise of Herrings, both the red and write.  
And some have writ of Maggots and of Flies  
A world of fables, fooleries, and lies.  
And this rare Hempsee a that such profit brings,  
To all estates of subjects, and of Kings,  
Which rich commodity of man should lack,  
He were not worth a shirt unto his back.  
And shall is no tryamphant honour have,  
But lie dead, buried in Oblivion's grave?  
Some Critics will perhaps my writing tax  
With falsehood, and maintain their shirts are flax,  
To such as those, my answer shall be this,  
That Flax the male and Hemp the female is,  
And their engendering procreative seed  
A thousand thousand helps for man ●ath breed.  
And as a man by glancing up his eye  
Sees in the air a stock of wild Geese fly:  
And ducks, and woodcocks, oyboth sexes be  
Though men do name but one, forbrevity,  
There'eganders amongst the geese, hens with the cocks,  
Drakes with the ducks, all male and female stocks,  
The Ewe, the Ram, the Lamb, and the sat weather,  
In general are called sheep together.  
Hearts, Stages, Bucks, Does, Hinds, Roes, Fawns, every where,  
Are in the generality called Dear.  
So Hemp and Flax, or which you list to name  
Are male and female, both one, and the same.  
Those that against these comparisons deride,  
And will not with my lines be satisfied,  
Let them imagine e'●e they do condemn  
I love to play the fool with such as them.  
The cause why Hempseed hath endured this wrong  
And hath its worthy praise obscured so long,  
I do suppose it to be only this  
That Poets know their insufficience is,  
That were earth Paper, and Sea ink, they know  
IT were not enough great Hempseeds worth to show,  
I muse the Pagans, with variety,  
Of godless Gods, made it no Deity.   

Heeree follows the names of most of the heathen Gods and ●●●s.  
The Egyptians to a Bull, they Arts named  
A temple most magnificent they framed,  
The ●●is, Crocodile, a cat, a dog,  
The Hippopostamy, beetles, or a frog.  
●●●●●●mons, dragons, the wolf, aspe, ●●le, and R●●,  
(Base beastly gods, for such cursed ●●●● of Cham,)  
●●s were so with I dolatry misted,  
They worshipped Onions, and a garlic h●ad.   

If these people had tasted but a mess of Tewxbury must and they would surely have honoured it ●ot a God or ●eared it as a ●●●●●.  
King jeroboam for his gods did take,  
Two golden calves, and the tru● God forsake,  
●●● Philistines, and the Assyrians,  
The Persians and Babylonians,  
S●●●●rit●ns, and the Arabians,  
The Thebans, Spartans', and Athenians,  
The Indians, Parthians, and the Libyans  
The Britain's, Galliant, and Hibernians:  
Since the first Chaos, or creation  
●●●ry hath crept in every Nation,  
And as the devil did men's minds inspire,  
Some worshipped, earth, seem air, or water, fire,  
Winds, Rivers, Rainbow, Stars, and Moon and Sun:  
Ceres, and Bacchus riding on his ●un,  
Mars, Saturn, jove, Apollo, Mercury;  
Priapus and the Queen of techery,  
Vulcan, Diana, Pluto, Proserpina,  
P●●●●●, Neptune, and Pan● piping shrine:  
Old B●●●m Ber●c●rthia: Stones and Trees  
B●wit●●●● creat●r●● worshipped on their knees.  
B●●l, B●●●z, ●●●, Ni●ro●●, the Di●●ll, and D●●gon,  
Ash●a●●oth, R●mmon, Belus, B●li, the Dragon:  
Flies, souls, hawks, ●●●men; any thing they) saw:  
Their very P●●●ies they did serve with awe:  
And the● did sacrifice, at sundry ●●●sts  
Their ch●●●●e● unto devils, stocks, stones and beasts.  
O had these men the worth of Humpseed known,  
Their b●●●●, z●●● (no doubt) they would have shown  
In building Temples, and would altars frame.  
Lake Ephesus to great Diana's name.  
And therefore Merchants, Marr●ners, people all  
Of all trades, on your marrow bones ●●●●● fall:  
For you could neither rose, or b●te or ●●p,  
If noble Hempseed did not hold you up.  
And Reader now ●●●●●●● it is ●●●●●●  
To come unto the matter with my ●●●●.  
But judge not ●●●● you ●●● well read and scanned.  
And asks yourselves if you dec under stand:  
And if you can, do but this favour show  
Make no ill faces, cry●●●●●●● and ●●mew:  
For though I dare not brag, I dare ●●●● ta'en  
True censurers will judge I have ●●●● pain.  
Unto the wise I humbly do submit:  
For those that play the fools for want of wit,  
My poor revenge against them st●●● shall be,  
I'll laugh at them whilst they do scoff at me.    

THE PRAISE OF HEMPSEED: WITH The Voyage of Mr. Roger Bird and the Writer hereof, in a Boat of brown-paper, from London to Quinborough in Kent.  

SWeet sacred Muses, my invention raise  
Unto the life, to writ●● great Hempseeds praise.  
This grain grows to a stalk, wrose coat or ●●in,  
Good industry doth ●a●chell●t ●●●, and spin,  
And for man's best advantage and avails  
It makes clothes, cordage, halters, ropes and sails,  
From this small A●ome, mighty matters springs,  
It is the Art of navigations wings;  
It spreads aloft, the lofty sky it scales,  
●●●s o'er the great Leviathan and Whales,  
D●●es to the boundless bottom of the deep,  
What Neptune doth 'mongst dreadful monsters keep,  
From Pole to pole, it cuts both Seas and Skies,  
From th'orient to the occident it flies.  
Kings that are s●ndred fare, by Seas and Lands,  
It makes them in a manner to shake hands.  
It fills our Land with plenty wonderful,  
From th'eastern Indi●● from the great Mogul,  
From France, from Portiagale, from Venice, Spain,  
From Denmark, Norw●y, it se●ds o'er the main,  
Unto this Kingdom it doth wealth accrue  
From beyond China. fare beyond ' Peru  
From Be●g●a, Almain, the West Indies, and  
From Guiny, Biny, ●●●and, New sound land,  
This little seed is the great instrument  
To show the power of God Omnipotent,  
Whereby the glorious Gospel of his Son,  
Millions misled souls hath from Satan won.   

It is an instrument by the appointment of God for the increase of the Gospel of Christ.  
Those that knew no God in the times of yore,  
Now they their great Creator do adore,  
And many that did think they did do well  
To give themselves a sacrifice to Hell,  
And served the Devil with th'inhumane slaughters,  
Of their unhappy hapless sons and daughters.  
Now they the remnant of their lives do frame  
To praise their Makers and Redeemers name.  
Witness Virginia, witness many more,  
Witness ourselves few hundred years ago,  
When in Religion, and in barbarous natures,  
We were poor wretched misbelieving creatures.  
How had God's Preachers failed to sundry coasts,  
Tinstrust men how to know the Lord of Hosts?  
But for the Sails which he with wind doth fill.  
As Servants to accomplish his great will.  
But leaving this high supernatural strain,  
I'll talk of Hempseed in a lower vain.  
How should we have gold, silver, gems, or jewels,  
Wine, oil, spice, rice, and diverse sorts of fuels:  
Food for the belly, clothing for the ba●ke,  
Silk, Satin, Veluat, any thing we lack,  
To serve neces●icies? How should we get  
Such sorts of plenteous fish, but with the net?  
The smelled, Roaoh, Salmon, Flounder and the Dace,  
Would in fresh rivers keeps their dwelling place.  
The Ling, Cod, Herring, Sturgeon, such as these  
Would li●e and dy● in their own native Seas.  
Without this feed the Whale could not be caught,  
Whereby our oils are out of Greenland brought.  
Nay were't not for the net made of this seed,  
M●n could not catch a Sprat whereon to feed.  
Besides, it liberally each where bestows  
A living upon thousands where it grows:  
As beaters, Spinners, Weavers, and a crew  
Of halter makers which could s●●rce line true,  
But for th'imployment which this little grain  
Doth use them in, and pays them for their pain.   

Mirth and Truth are good companions.  
The Rope makers, the Net makers, and all  
Would be trade fall'n, for their trade would fall.  
Besides, what multitudes of Fishers are  
In every Sea, town●, numbers past compare,  
Whilst they their servants, children and their wives.  
From Hempsceed get their living all their lives.  
The Fishmongers would quickly go to wrack,  
The lack of this seed would be their great lack,  
And being now rich, and in good reputation,  
They would have neither Hall nor Corporation,  
And all that they could buy, or sell, or barter  
Would scarce be worth a Gubb in once a quarter.  
The mounting Lark, that seems so high to f●ye,  
Until she seems no greater than a Fly;  
And to the flaming Sun doth chirp and prate,  
Doth in the net come to her ending date.  
My neighbour Woodcock, buzzard and the Gull,  
And Philip Sparrow all most plentiful.  
All sorts or fair fowl, or the soule●● fowl,  
From the degree of the Eagle to the Owl,  
Are with ingenucut j●ns, grins, ne●s and snares  
For man's relief oft taken unawares:  
Deers, Hares, and Coneys would too much abound,  
And overrun the beating breeding ground,  
And Weasels, Polecats, Wild-cats, Stoats ans such  
Like spoiling Vermin, would annoy men much  
But for toils, hays, for traps, for snares and grins,  
Which brings us food, and profit by their skins,  
No Ploughman life's beneath the azure Cope,  
But for his plough or cart must use the rope:  
No Ostler life's in ours, or other Lands,  
But makes the halter's Horses falling bands.  
B●l● would hang dead within the lofty steeple  
And never call to Church forgetful people,  
Mute like a bagbite, that hath lost his bag,  
Except the Bell ropes made the clappers wag.  
It were an endless t●●ke●o go about it,  
To reckon those that cannot live without it,  
Alas what would our silken Mercers be?  
What could they do (sweet Hempseed) but for thee?  
Rash, Taffeta, Paropa, and Novato,  
Shag, Pillizetta, Damask and Mockado,  
No Veluers' Piles, two Piles, pile and half Pile,  
No Plush, or Grograines could adorn this Isle,  
No cloth of silver, Gold, or Tisue, here:  
Philip and Cheiny never would appear  
Within our bounds, nor any Flanders-ferge  
Can ever come within our Kingdom's verge:  
Should Mercers want these things with diverse more●  
Their trade were nothing or else very poor.  
This seed doth help the Grocer every season,  
Or else his wisdom could not yield a reison;  
He could not long be Currant in his state.  
And (scarcely worth a fig) would end his Date.  
For Cloves his credit would be cloven quick,  
Not from the loaf or lump, his lips could lick:  
No Natmegs, Liquoris, or biting grains  
Or Almonds for a Parrot, were his gains,  
Sans Ginger weakly he would run his Race,  
And Poultry Mace, would put down Indian Mace:  
And he unable (through his want of pelf)  
To pepper us, or yet to prune himself.  
The Draper of his wealth would much be shorted  
But that our clothes and Kerseys are transported,  
Our cottons, penistones, frizadoes, baze,  
Our sundry sorts of frizes, blacks and grays.  
And linen Draper's but for transportation,  
Can hardly, Canvas out their occupation.  
Hempseed doth yield or else it doth allow  
L●awne, Cambric, Holland, Canvas, calico,  
Normandy, Hambrough, strong poledaviss, Lockram,  
And to make up the Rhyme (with reason) Buckram.  
The Gold smith's trade would totter and unsettle,  
And he could be a man of no good mettle,  
Were't not for Sailes and Ropes that Ships do rig,  
That bring gold, silver, many a Sow and Pig;  
Which makes them by an admirable skill  
To live by that which many a Horse doth kill,  
Which is the 
* A Goldsmith and a Tailor live by that which will kill a horse.  Fashions: for continually  
They sell the fashion, but they seldom buy.   

And brave wine Merchants, little were your gain,  
By Mallegoes, Canaries Sack from Spain,  
Sweet Alicant, and the concocted Cute,  
Hollock and Tent would be of small repute.   

O all you Ba●hinalian dr●nkards honour Hamp-seed.  
Your Bastards their own Fathers would forget,  
Nor they our Gossip's lips no more would wet.  
The wind no Muskadine could hither bandy,  
Or sprightful Malmsey out of fruitful Candy.  
Liatica or Corsica could not  
From their own bearing breeding bounds be got.  
Peter-se-me●, or head strong Charnico,  
Sherry, nor Rob-o-davy here could flow.  
The French Frontini●cke, Claret, Red nor White,  
Graves nor High-Country could our heart's delight.  
No Gascoigne, Orloance, or the Crystal Sherrant  
Nor Rhenish from the Rhine would be apparent.  
Thus Heempseed, with these wines, our land doth spread  
Which if we want, wine Merchant's trades were dead.   

The Vintner's trade were hardly worth a rush  
Unable to hang up a sign, or bush;  
And were't not for this small forgotten grain  
Their conjuring at midnight would be vain.  
Anon, anon, would be forgotten soon,  
And he might seore a pudding in the Moon,  
But not a pint of Claret in the Sun,  
Because the empty hogshead co●k● not run,  
His blushing lattice would look pile and wan.  
Nor could he long be a well liquored man:  
No more could all his regiments of pots  
A●●right men daily, with scores● bell●s, and s●ots.   

The Tailor's trade would hardly get them bread  
If Hempseed did not furnish them with thread;  
And though it ●● a terror to most ●●ues  
Yet it thus occupation never grieves,  
They love it, black, brown, yellow green, red, blue,  
Which is a sign, that Tailors must be true:   

The worthy Company, or warm lined Skinners  
Would in short spact be miserable sinners  
It Hempseed did not oft supply their boxes  
With Russian Sables, Miniver and Foxes:  
With Bears & Budges, and rare powe●red Ermines,  
And with the skins of diverse beasts and Vermins.   

The Haberdasher of small ware, would be  
In a small time, a man of small degree:  
If Hempseed did not help him by the great,  
Small would his gains be, to buy clothes or meat.  
Then might his wares be rightly termed small  
Which would be either few or none at all,   

And 
* They might live to dye poorly, but not dye to live rich.  Dyers though you do no colours fear,  
'Tis Hemseed that doth you to riches rear,  
Woad, Madder, Indigo and Cutcheneale,  
Brazil, and Logwood, and abundant deal  
Of drugs, which did they not your wants supply,  
You could not live, because you could not dye.   

Apothecaries were not worth a pin,  
If Hempseed did not bring their come in;  
Oils, Unguents, Syrups, Minerals, and Baulmes,  
(All Nature's treasure, and th'Almighties alms,)  
Emplasters, Simples, Compounds, sundry drugs  
With Necromantic names like fearful Bugs,  
Fumes, Vomits, purges, that both cures, and kills,  
Extractions, consernes, preserves, potions, pills,  
Ellixers, simples, compounds, distillations,  
Gums in abundance, brought from foreign nations.   

A brave world for Physicians and Chirurgeons the while.  
And all or most of these forenamed things  
Helps, health, preservatives: and riches brings.  
There's many a Gallant dallying with a Drab,  
Hath got the Spanish pip, or Naples scab.  
The Golliae Morbus or the Scottish fleas,  
Or English Pox, for all's but one disease,  
And though they were perfumed with Civet hot  
Yet wanting these things they would stink and rot,  
With gouts, Consumptions, Palsies, Lethargies,  
With apoplexies, quinzies, plurifies,  
Cramps, cataracts, the teare-throat cough and tisick  
From which, to health men are restored by Physic,  
Agues, quotidian, quartan:, tertian, or  
The leprosy, which all men do abhor.  
The stone, strangury, botches biles, or blains,  
Head ● aches, cankers, swimming of the brains,  
Ruptures, Herni●●quosa, or Carnosa,  
Or the Eulien hernia veniosa.  
All Dropsies, colics, laundizes, or Scabs,  
Gangrenaes', Vicers, wounds, and mortal stabs.  
Illiaca passioes, Migraines, Mumps, or Mange,  
Contagious bloods, which through the veins do range  
S●●rsses, measles, murraines, fluxes, all these griefs,  
Transported medicines daily bring releefes,  
Most serviceable Hempseed but for thee,  
These helps for man could not thus scattered be.  
T●bacoes fire would soon be quenched out,  
Nor would it lead men by the nose about:  
Nor could the Merchants of such Heathen D●cks  
From small beginnings purchase mighty stocks:  
By folles daily dancing to their pipe  
Their states from rotten stinking weeds grow ripe;  
By which means they have into Lordships run  
The Clients being beggared and, undone:  
Who having smocked their Land to fire and air  
They whiff and puff themselves into despair.  
Ovid amongst all his Metamorphosis  
ne'er knew a 
* A strange change, and yet not stranger than for the women of these times to be turned to the shapes of men.  transformation like to this,  
Not yet could Ocdipus ere understand,  
How to rurne Land to smoke, and smoke to Land.  
For by the means of this bewitening smother,  
O●e Element is turned into another,  
As Land to fire, fire, into Airy matter,  
From air (too late repenning) turns to water.   

By Hempseed thus, fire water, air, earth, all  
Are changed by padding, leaf, roll, pipe and ball.  
Lip licking Comfit-maker's, by whole trade,  
Dainties come thou to me are quickly made;  
Baboons, and hobby horses, and owls, and apes,  
Swans, geese, dogs, woodcocks, & a world of shapes,  
Castles for Ladies, and for Carpet Knights,  
Unmercifully spoilt at feasting fights.  
Where hattering bullets are fine sugared plums,  
No fear of roaring guns, or thundering drums:  
There's no tantara, sa sa sa, or force,  
Of man to man, or warlike horse to horse;  
No mines, no countermines, no pallizidoes,  
No parapets, or secret ambuscadoes,  
Of blood and wounds, and dismal piercing lances  
Men at this fight are free from such mischances.  
For many gailants guilded swords do wear,  
Who fight these battles without wit or fear:  
All ●●uing as they did for honour thirst,  
All greedy which can give the onser first;  
Each one contending in this Candied coil,  
To take most prisoners, and put up most spoil.   

Sweet wars, and dangerous tooth. v●lours.  
Retiring never when they do assoil,  
But most adventurously with tooth and nail,  
Raze, r●●●te, demol'sh, and con'ound,  
The sugared fabric ●●●ll with the ground.  
And having la●d the buildings thus along,  
They swallow down, and pocket up the wrong.  
That who so that way afterwards do pass.  
Can see no sign where such a Castle was:  
For at these wars most commonly 'tis seen,  
Away the victors carry all things clean.  
It fortunes in these battles now and then  
Women are better Soldiers fare than men:  
Such sweet mouthed fights as these do often fall  
After a Christening, or a Funeral.  
Thus Hemp the Comfit-maker's doth supply,  
From them that newly live, and newly dye.  
If the black Indians or Newcastle co●les  
Came not in Fleets, like fishes in the shoals,  
The rich in gowns and rugs themselves might sold,  
But thousands of the poor might statue with cold.   

The commodities of these black indies are worth more white money to us, then either the East or West Indieses ●●● be profitable.  
Smiths, Brewers, Dyer's, all estates that lives,  
This little seed service or comfort gives.  
For why, our Kingdom could not serve our turn,  
For London's use, with wood ven years to burn:  
And which way then could coals supply our need,  
But by th' Almighty's bounty and this seed?  
You brave Neptunians, you salt water crew,  
Sea-plowing Mariners; I speak to you:  
From Hemp you for yourselves and others gain  
Your Sp●it sail, foresail, topsail, & your maine,  
Top, and top-gallant, and your mizzen abaft,  
Your coursers, bonnets, drabblers, sore and aft,  
The sheats, tacks, boliens, braces, halliars, ties,  
Shrowds, tattlings, lanyards tackles, lists, and gyves,  
Your martlines, ropeyarnes, gaskets, and your stays,  
These for your use, small Hempseed up doth raise:   

The boirope, boatrope, guest rope, catrope, portrope  
The bucket rope, the boatrope, long or short rope,  
The entering-rope, the top rope (and the rest  
Which you that are acquainted with know best:  
The lines to sound in what depth you slide,  
Cables and hawsers, by which ships do ride:  
All these, and many more than I can name,  
From this small seed, good industry doth frame.  
Ships. Barks, Hoys, Drumlers, Craires, Boats, all would sink,  
But for the Ocum ●aulk'd in every chink.  
Th'unmatched Loadstone, and best figured Maps  
Might show where foreign Countries are (perhaps)  
The Compass (being rightly touched) will show  
The thirty two points where the winds do blow;  
Men with the jacobs' staff, and Astrolabe  
May take the height and circuit of the Glo●e:  
And sundry Art like instruments look clear  
In what Horizon, or what Hemisphere  
Men sail in through the raging ruthless deep,  
And to what coast, such and such course to keep;  
Guessing by th'arctic, or Antarctic star,  
Climates and countries being ne'er so fare.  
But what can these things be of price or worth  
To know degrees, heights, depths, East. W.S. North  
What are all these but shadows, and vain hopes,  
If ships do either want their Sails or Ropes?  
And now ere I offend, I must confess  
A little from my theme I will digress;  
Striving in verse to show a lively form  
Of an impetuous gast, or deadly storm.  
Where uncontrolled Hyperborean blasts  
Tears all to tatters, Tackle, Sails, and Masts;  
Where boy ●●erous puffs of Eurus breath did hiz  
And 'mongst our shrouds and cordage wildly whiz;  
Where thundering jove amidst his lightning flashing  
Seem'douerwhelmed with Neptune's mountain dashing  
Where glorious Titan hath his burning light,  
Turning his bright Meridian to black night:  
Where blustering Eole blew confounding breath,  
And thonders fearful alarm threatened death,  
Where Skies, and Seas, Hail, Wind, and slavering Sleet  
As if they all at once had meant to meet  
In fatal opposition, to expire  
The world, and unto Chaos back retire.  
Thus whilst the Winds and Seas contending gods,  
In rough robustious fury are at odds,  
The beaten ship tossed like a forceless feather,  
Now up, now down, & no man knowing whither:  
The Topmast some time tilting at the Moon,  
And being up doth fall again as soon,  
With such precipitating low descent,  
As if to hell's black Kingdom down she went.  
Poor ship that rudder. or no steerage feels,  
Sober, yet worse than any Drunkard reels,  
Vnmanaged guidlesse, too and fro she wallows,  
Which (seemingly) the angry billows swallows.   

A storm.  
Midst darkness, lightning, thunder, sleet, and rain,  
Remorseless winds and, mercy wanting Main,  
Amazement, horror, dread from each man's face  
Hid chased away life's blood, and in the place  
Was sad despair, with hair heaved up upright  
With ashy visage, and with sad affright,  
As if grim Death with his all-murdering dart,  
Had aiming been at each man's bloodless heart,  
One tries the Master, lower the topsail, lower,  
Then up aloft runs scambling three or four,  
But yet for all their hurly ● urly hast,  
ere they got up, down tumbles Sail and Mast.  
Veer the main sheet there, than the Master cried,  
Let rise the fore tack, on the Latboord side:  
Take in the sore-sayle, you're, good fellows, you're,  
Aluffe at helm there, beware no more, beware.  
Steere South, South East there ●I say ware, no more,  
We are in danger of the Leeward shore,  
Clear your main brace, let got the bol● in there,  
Port, port, the helm hard, Rumer come no near.  
Sound, sound, heave, heave the lead, what depth, what depth?  
Fadom and a half, three all,  
Then with a whisse, the winds again do puff,  
And then the Master cries aluffe, aluffe,  
Make ready th'anchor, ready th'anchor ho,  
Clear, clear the boighrope, steady, well steered, so;  
Hale up the boat, in Sprit-sayle there afore,  
Blow wind and burst, and then thou wilt give o'er,  
Aluffe, clap helm a lec, yea, yea, done, done,  
Down, down allow, into the hold, quick run.  
There's plank sprung, something in hold did break.  
Pump bullies, Carpenters, quick stop the leak.  
Once heave the lead again, and sound abafte,  
A shafnet less, seven all.  
Let fall the Anchor there, let fall,  
Man man the boat, a woat hale, up hale,  
Top yet main yard, a port, veer cable allow,  
Goe weigh a head the boat there ho, dye row,  
Well pumped my hearts of gold, who says amends  
East and by South, West and by North she wends.  
This was a weather with a witness here,  
But now we see the skies begin to clear,  
To dinner hay, and lets at anchor ride.  
Till winds grow gentler, and a smother tide.   

I think I have spoken Heathen. Greek, Utopian, or Bermudian, to a great many of my readers, in the description of this storm, but indeed I wrote it only for the understanding Mariners reading. I did it three years since, and could not find a fit place than this to insert it, or else it must have lain in silence. But to proceed to my former theme of Hempseed.  
The Shoemaker and Cobbler with their Ends  
One always makes, and t'other ever mends:  
Take away Hemp, the sole and upper leather  
I know could never well be sowed together.  
And for the Cobbler it appeareth plain  
That he's the better workman of the twain,  
For though a Shoemaker in art excel,  
And makes his shoes and boots never so well:  
Yet evermore it is the Cobbler's trade  
To mend the work the Shoemaker hath made.   

The Character of a Cobbler.  
The Cobbler (like a justice takes) delight  
To set men that do walk aside, upright,  
And though he look black as he carried coals,  
He daily mendeth desperate wicked soles:  
Though Crowns and Angels may perhaps be scant,  
Yet store of pieces he doth never want:  
And let his work be ended well or ill,  
Here's his true honour, he is mending still.  
And this his life and occupation is,  
And thus he may thank Hempseed for all this.  
For Hempseed if men rightly understand,  
Is known the greatest justice in a Land:  
How could men travail safely, here and there,  
If Hempseed did not keep a Thief in fear;  
No man within his house could live or rest  
For villuines, that would pilfer and molest,  
And breakedowne walls, and rifle chests and trunks  
To maintain drinking, dicing, Knaves and Punks:  
That many a one that's wealthy over night,  
Would t're the break of day bebeggered quite:  
Worth thousands lately, now not worth a groat,  
And hardly escapes the cutting of his throat.  
No doubt but many a man doth live and thrive,  
Which but (for Hempseed) would not be alive;  
And many a wife and Virgin doth escape  
A rude deflowering, and a barbarous rape:  
Because the halter in their minds do run,  
By whom these damned deeds would else be done.  
It is a bulwark to defend a Prince.  
It is a Subject's armour and defence:  
No Poniard, Pistol, Halberd, Pike, or Sword  
Can such defensive or sure guard afford.  
There's many a Rascal that would rob, purloin,  
Pick pockets, and cut purses, clip and coin,  
Do any thing, or all things that are ill,  
If Hempseed did not curb his wicked will.  
'Tis not the breath or letter of the Law  
That could keep Thiefs rebellious wills in awe;  
For they (to save their lives) can use persuasions.  
Tricks, sleights, reprives, and many strange evasions.  
But trick, reprieve, or sleight nor any thing  
Can ever go beyond a Hempen string.  
This is Law's period, this at first was made  
To be sharp justice executing blade.  
This string the Hangman monthly keeps in tune,  
More than the Cuckoos song in May or june,  
It doth his wardrobe, coin and stock uproar,  
In every month and quarter of the year.   

Yet there hath been two or three Sessions, wherein none hath been execused; by which means he is in danger of breaking, or bankeruptisive; for the Hangman's trade is maintained by justice, and not by mercy.  
Besides it is an easy thing to prove,  
It is a sovereign remedy for love:  
As thus, suppose your thoughts at hourly strife  
Half mad, and almost weary of your life,  
All for the love of some fair female creature,  
And that you are entangled with his feature,  
That you are sad, and glad, and mad and tame,  
Seeming to burn in frost, and freeze in flame,  
In one breath, sighing, singing, laughing, weeping,  
Dream as you walk, and waking in your sleeping,  
Accounting hours for years, and months for ages,  
Till you enjoy her, that your heart encages,  
And she hath sent you answers long before  
That her intent is not to be your whore:  
And you (for your part) mean upon your life  
ne'er while you live to take her for your wife,  
To end this matter, thus much I assure you,  
A Tyburn Hempen-caudell well will cure you.  
It can cure Traitors, but I hold it fit  
T'applyed ere they the treason do commit:  
Wherefore in Sparta it yclept was,  
Snickup, which is in English Gallow-grasse.   

The names that diverse Nations did attribute to Hempseed.  
The Libyans called it Reeva, which implies  
It makes them dye like birds a 'twixt earth and skies,  
The name of Choak-wort is to it assigned,  
Because it stops the venom of the mind.  
Some call it Neck-weed, for it hath a trick  
To cure the neck that's troubled with the crick,  
For my part all's one, call it what you please,  
'Tis sovereign against each Commonwealth disease,  
And I do wish that it may cure all those  
That are my Sovereigns and my Country's foes.  
And further, I would have them searched and seen  
With care and skill when as their wounds be green,  
For if they do to a Gangrena run,  
There's little good by Hempseed can be done;  
For could I know men's hearts, I hold it reason  
To hang a Traitor in his thought of treason:  
For if his thought do grow unto an act  
It helps not much to hang him for the fact.  
But that example may a terror strike  
To others, that would else attempt the like.   

To end this point of Hempseed, thus in brief  
It helps a truemanl, and it hangs a Thief.  
Rates, Imposts, Customs of the Customhouse  
Would at the best rate scarce be worth a Louse:  
Goods in and our, which daily ships do fraight,  
By guess, by tale, by measure and by weight,  
Which yearly to such mighty sums amount,  
In number numberless: or part account:  
Were't not for Hempseed, it doth plain appear  
These profits would not be a groat a year.   

The names of many brave discoverers: Sir Richard Gracile, Charles Earl of Nottingham, Henry Earl of South ●●●●●●  
Columbus, Cortois, Magellan, and Drake,  
Did with this seed their great discoveries make,  
Brave Hawkins, Baskervile, Cavendish, Fenner, Best.  
Smith, Shirley, Raleigh, Newport, and the rest,  
Web, Towerson, Willoughby, Sir Thomas Roe,  
The Lord'la Ware, Frobusher, many more.  
Nubols and, Malum, Rolph, and Midleton,  
And Sir james Lancaster, and Withringheton.  
And all the worthy things that these men did  
Without this seed had been undone, and hid,  
●●me ne'er had trumpetted their noble fames  
And quite forgotten were their acts and names.   

The worlds seven wonders, we●● not for this grain  
In poor remembrance, or forgot had lain.  
The walls of Babel, sixty miles about,  
Two hundred foot in height, thick fifty foot:  
Which Queen Samiramis is state did rear,  
Employed three hundred thousand men ten year.   

Nor the great Image that at Rooles was made  
Whose mettle did nine hundred Camels lsde.  
The Pyramids of Egypt, so renowned  
At th' ●oat in compass forty acre's ground:  
The which in making twenty years did then  
Employ work thirty sixes thousand men.   

The Toomb of Mausull, king of Carea  
Built by his Queen, (kind Artimisia)  
So wondrous made by art and workmanship  
That skill of man could never it outstrip;  
'Twas long in building, and it doth appear  
The charges of it full two millions were.   

Diana's Temple built at Epbesus  
Had been unheard of, unknown to us,  
Which was two hundred twenty years in building  
With marble pillars and most sumptuous guilding.   

The Image of Olimpique jupiter,  
Had from Achay● not been famed so fare,  
Not Pharaoh's Watch tower which the world renowns  
Which cost 400. fourscore thousand crowns.  
Thus Without Hempseed we had never known  
These things, nor could they to the world be shown.  
O famous Coriat, hadst thou come again  
Thou wouldst have told us news, direct and plain,  
Of Tigers, Elephants, and Antelops  
And thousand other things as thick as hops,  
Of men with jong tails, faced like to hounds,  
Of oysters, one whose fish weigned forty pounds,  
Of spiders greater than a walnut shell  
Of the Rhinoceros thou wouldst us tell,  
Of horses ta'en with hawks, of bears of bulls,  
Of men with ears a span long, and of gulls,  
As great as Swans, and of a bird called Ziz  
Whose egg will drowned some there score villages,  
Of crane's, And pigmies, lizzards, buzzards, owls,  
Of swine with horns, of thousand beasts and souls,  
All these and more than I to mind can call  
Thou wouldst have told us, and touch more than all,  
But that our expectations were prevented,  
By death, which makes thy friends much discontented.  
But farewell Thomas, never to return.  
Rest thou in peace within thy foreign Vine,  
Hempseed did bear thee o'er the raging some  
And O I wish that it had brought thee home,  
For if thou haded come back, as I did hope,  
They fellow had not been beneath the Cope.  
But we must lose that which we cannot save.  
And freely leave thee whom we cannot have.   

I think it best to sow all our Land with it every third year, for now ou● bread and drink corn growing out of the excrements of beasts, makes us to participate of than beastly natures, as when barley grows where ●●● have dungd, those that drink the ale or beer made of that malt, are many times as beastly as swing, and as drunk as hogs.  
Moreover, Hempseed hath this virtue rare  
In making bad ground good, good corn to bear,  
It fat's the earth, and makes it to excel  
No dung, or marl, or muck can do't so well:  
For in that Land which bears this happy seed  
In three years after it no dung will need,  
But sow that ground with barley, wheat, or rye  
And still it will increase abundantly;  
Besides, this much I of my knowledge know  
That where Hemp grows, no stinking weed can grow,  
No cockle, darnel, henbane, tore or nettle  
Near where it is can prosper, spring, or settle,  
For such antipathy is in this seed,  
Against each fruitless underseruing weed,  
That it with fear and terror strikes them dead,  
Or makes them that they dare not show their head.  
And as growing it all weeds doth kill  
So being grown, it keeps it nature still,  
For good men's uses, serves, & still relieves  
And yields good whips and ropes for rogues and thiefs.  
I could rehearse of trades a number more  
Which but for Hempseed quickly would grow poor;   

As Saddlers for their elk hair to stuff their saddles,  
And girses, and a thousand fiddle fadles;  
But that I'll put my Reader out of doubts,  
What a rich thing it is being worn to clouts:  
For now how it to Paper doth convert  
My poor unable Mule shall next insert.  
And therefore noble and ignoble men  
judge gently of the progress of my pen,  
In forma pauperis, poor men may sue,  
And I in form of paper speak to you.  
But paper now's the subject of my book,  
And from whence paper its beginning tooks:  
How that from little Hemp and flaxen seeds,  
Ropes, halters, drapery, and our nappery breeds,  
And from these things by art and true endeavour,  
All paper is derived, whatsoever.  
For when I think but how is paper made  
Into Philosophy I strait ways wade:  
How here, and there, and every where lies scattered,  
Old ruined rotten rags, and ropes all tattered.  
And some of these poor things perhaps hath been  
The linen of some Countess or some Queen,  
Yet lies now on the dunghill, bare and poor  
Mixed with the rags of some bawd, thief, or whore.  
And as these things have been in better states  
Adorning bodies of great Potentates,  
And lies cast off despised, scorned, dejected,  
Trod under foot, contemned and unrespected,  
By this our understandings may have seeing  
That earthly honour hath no certain being.  
For who can tell from whence these tatters springs?  
May not the torn shirt of a Lords or Kings  
Be pashed and beaten in the Paper mill  
And made Pot-paper by the workman's skill?  
May not the linen of a Tyburn slave,  
More honour than a mighty Monarch have:  
That though he died a Traitor most difloyall  
His shirt may be transformed to Paper-royall?  
And may not dirty socks from of the feet  
Form thence be turned to a Crowne-paper sheet?  
And dunghill rags, by favour, and by hap,  
May be advanced aloft to sheets of cap?  
As by desert, by favour and by chance  
Honour may fall, and begg'ry may advance,  
Thus are these tatters allegorical  
Tropes, types, and figures, of man's rise or fall.   

Thus may the relics of sincere Divines  
Be made the groundwork of lascivious lines,  
And the cast smock that chaste Lucretia wore  
Bear bawdy lines betwixt a knave and whore.   

Thus may a Brownists zealous ruff in print  
Be turned to Paper, and a play writ in't.  
Or verses of a May pole, or at last  
Injunctions for some stomach hating Fast.  
And truly 'twere profane and great abuse,  
To turn the brothers linen to such use,  
As to make Paper on't to bear a song,  
Or Print the Superstitious Latin tongue,  
Apocrypha, or Ember-weeks, or Leus,  
No holy brother surely will consent  
To such ldolatry, his spirit and zeal  
Will rather trouble Church, and commonweal.  
He hates the Father's works, and had much rather  
To be a bastard, then to have a Father.  
His own interpretation he'll afford  
According to the letter of the word,  
Tropes, Allegories, Types, similitudes,  
Or Figures, that some my stick sense includes.  
His humour can the meaning so unfold,  
In other fashions then the Fathers could:  
For he (dogmatically) doth know more  
Than all the learned Doctors knew before.  
All reveread Ceremonies he'll oppose,  
He can make an Organ of his nose,  
And spin his speech with such sincerity,  
As if his bridge were fall'n in verity.  
The Cope and Surplice he cannot abide,  
Against the corner-Cap he outhach cried,  
And calls them weeds of Superstition,  
And liveries of the whore of Babylon.  
The Crosses blessing he esteems a curse,  
The Ring in marriage, out upon't 'tis worse.  
And for his kneeling at the Sacrament,  
In sooth he'll rather suffer banishment,  
And go to A●●●erdamd, and live and dye  
ere he'll commit so much ldolatry.  
He takes it for an outward Seal or Sign,  
A little consecrated bread and wine,  
And though it from his blessed Saulour come  
His manners takes it fitting on his bum,  
The spirit still directs him how to pray,  
Nor will he dress his meat the Sabbath day,  
Which doth a mighty mystery unfold,  
His zeal is hot, although his meat be cold,  
Suppose his Cat on Sunday kill a Rat,  
She on the Monday must behanged for that.  
His faith keeps a continual Holy day,  
Himself doth labour to keep it at play:  
For he is read and deeply understood  
That if his faith should work 'twould do no good,  
A fine clean fingered faith must save alone,  
Good works are needless, therefore ho'l do none,  
Yet patience doth his spirit so much inspire,  
He'll not correct a Servant in his ire,  
But when the spirit his hot fury lays.  
He congregates his folks, and thus he says;   

Attend good Nichodemus, and Tobi●,  
List to your reverend Master Ananias,  
And good Aminadab, I pray attend,  
Here's my man I smael highly did offend;  
He told a lie, I heard his tongue to trip,  
For which most surely he shall taste the whip.   

Then after some sententious learned speech,  
The servant humbly doth let fall his breech,  
Mounts on his fellows back as on a Mule,  
Whilst his pure Master mounts his rod of rule.  
The boy in lying with his tongue did fail,  
And thus he answers for it with his tail.  
O Upright, Sincere, Holy execution,  
Most patiented, unpolluted absolution.   

Shall Paper made of linen of these men,  
Be stained with an unsanctified pen?  
In sooth who ere doth so, bewed he or she,  
They little better than the wicked be,  
Children of Satan and abomination,  
The brood of Belials cursed congregation,  
The bastard off spring of the purple where,  
Who do the Babylonish Beast adore.   

From the Creation to the general Fleed,  
The name of Paper no man understood:  
But by tradition still from Sire to Son,  
Men living knew the deeds by dead men doubt,  
Yet many things were in the Deluge saned  
In stony Pillars charactered and graved  
For the most part antlquity agrees,  
Long since the flood men writ in barks of trees:  
Which was observed late in America,  
When Spanish Cortois conquered Mexica.  
Then after in Figleaves and Sicamour,  
Men did Characters their minds explore.   

●●● when it is worn to Rags, it is made into Paper.   

Long after, as ingenuous spirits taught,  
Rags and old Ropes were to perfection wrought  
Into quare forms yet how to give a name  
Unto their workmanship they could not frame.   

The Original of Paper.  

Some Authors do the name of Paper gather,  
To be derived from Papa, or a Father.  
Because a learned man of Arrius sect  
Did Christendom with heresy infect:  
And being great errors much mistook,  
Writ and divulged in a Paper book.  
And therefore Nimphs●ag thus much doth infer,  
The name of Paper sprung from Papaerr.  
Some bold the name doth from a Rush proceed,  
Which on Egyptian Nilus banks doth breed:  
Which rush is called Paptr us for on it  
Th' Egyptian people ofteneimes had writ.   

And some again of less authority  
Because it's made of rags and poverty,  
In stead of Paper name it Pa●peris,  
Be sure thinks they take their marks amiss,  
For four and twenty sheets do make a Choir,  
And twenty Choir doth to a Ream aspire,  
And every Ream were kingdoms for their strength  
●● that they want a single (1) in length.  
A Ream of Paper therefore keeps great port,  
And were a Realm, wer'● not an (1) too short.   

Besides, we have an old Progu●●icater,  
An erring Father, quast arta Pater.  
●●● everlasting Almanac tells plain,  
How many miles from hence to Charles his wain.  
From ●●●● unto Mercury how fare  
To venus, Sol and Mars that warlike st●rre:  
From Mars to merry thunder-thumping Iea●:  
And thence to sullen Satur's highest above:  
This if I lie not, with advice and leisure,  
Old Erra Pater to an inch did measure,  
But hollow, Muse what mounted to the sky,  
I'll clip your soaring plumes for you and I  
Must talk of Paper, Hemp, and such as this,  
And what a rich commodity it is.   
It was time to remember myself, for I was a degree too high.  

The best is I have elbow room to trace,  
I am not tied to times, to bounds, or place,  
But Europe, Asia, Sunburnt Africa,  
America, Terra●●●●●,  
The Christians, Heathens, Pagans, Turks & jews.  
And all the world yields matter to my Muse:  
No Empire, Kingdom, Region, Province, Nation.  
No principality, Shire, nor Corporation:  
No Country, County, City, Hamlet, Town,  
But must use Paper, either white or brown.  
No Metropolitan, or gracious Primate  
No Village, Palace, Cottage, function, Climate,  
No age, sex, or degree the earth doth bear,  
But they must use this seed to write or wear.   

How it Propagates the Gospel.  
This Paper (being printed) doth reveal  
Th'eternal Testament of all our Weal:  
In Paper is recorded the Records  
Of the Great all-Creating Lord of Lords.  
Upon this weak ground strongly is engraved  
The means how man was made, and lost and saved,  
Books patriarchal, and Prophetical,  
Historical, or Heavenly Mystical,  
Evangelicall, and Apostolical,  
Writ in the sacred Text, in general.   
The sacred memory of Patriarches, Prophets, Euangeiists,- Apostles, and Fathers.  

Much hath the Church (our Mother propagated)  
By venerable Fathers works translated  
Saint Jerome, Gregoris, Ambrose, Augustius,  
Saint Basil, Bernard, Cyprian, Constantive:  
Eusebius, Epipleanssu, Origen.  
Ignatius and La ctantius (reverend men)  
Good Luther, Caluine, learned Zwinglius,  
Melancton, Beza Oecolampadius,  
These, and a world more than I can recite  
Their labours would have slept in endless night,  
But that in Paper they preserved have been  
T'instruct us how to shun death hell, and sin.   
The memorial of Monarchies and Wonders with their alterations from time to time, and chief by Paper.  

How should we know the change of Monarchies.  
Th'Assyrian, and the Persian Emperies,  
Great Alexander's large, small lasting glory  
Or Rome's High Caesar's often changing story?  
How should Chronologies of Kings be known  
Of either other Countries, or our own?   
Philosophers, Hystorians, Chronographers, Poets ancient and modern, the best fo● mentioned.  

But that josephus and Sueronius  
Possedore, Virgil, and Or●●lius,  
Seneca, and Cornelins Tacitus  
With Sca●●ger, and Quintus Curticus;  
Piutarch, Guichiardive, Gallobelgicus  
Thomasio, and Hector Boetius;  
Fox, Cooper, Froysard, Grafton Fabia●,  
Hall, Hove den Lanquit, Sleiden, Buchanan,  
The Reverend learned Cambden, Selaen, Stowe,  
With Polychronicon, and Speed, and How,  
With Paris, Mal●●●bury, and many more  
Whose Works in Paper are yet extant store.   

Philemon Holland (famous for translation)  
Hath (with our own tongue) well enriched our Nation.  
Esope, and Aristotle, Plinse, Plato.  
Pythagoras, and Cicero, and Cato,  
Du Bartas, Ariost●, Martial, Tasso  
Pla●●●us and Homer, Terence, Virgil, Naso,  
Franciscus petrarch, Horace, Iu●enal,  
Philosophers and excellent Poets all.  
Or Orators Hystorians, every one  
In Paper made their worthy studies known.   

Who ever went beyond our famous King  
Whose●●●● throughout the spacious world doth ring;  
Such a Divine, and Poet, that each State  
Admires him whom they cannot imitate.   

In Paper, many a Poet now survives  
Or else their lines head perished with their lines.  
Old Chaucer, Go●er, and Sir Thomas More,  
Sir Philip Sidney, who the Laurel wor●.  
Spencer, and Shakespeare did in Ar● excel,  
Sir Edward Dy●●●. Gr●●●, Naso, Daniel,  
Silnester, Be●●●●●, Sir john Harington.  
Forgetfulness their works would over ru●,  
But that in Paper they immortally  
Do live in spite of Death, and cannot dye.   

And many there are living at this day  
Which do in paper their true worth display:  
As Davis', Drayton, and learned D●●.  
johnson and Chapman, Marston, Midd●●ton,  
With Rowley, Fletcher, Withers, Massinger,  
Heywood, and all the rest where e'er they are,  
Must say their lines but for the paper sheet  
Had scarcely ground, whereon to set their feet.   

Acts, Statutes, Laws would be consumed and last  
All right and order topsy-●●●uy tossed:  
Oppression, wrong, destruction and confusion  
Were't not for Paper, were the world's conclusion.  
Negotiation, and Embassages  
Maps Chartes, discoveries of strange passages:  
Leagues, truces, combinations, and contracts,  
Ecelefiasticke monuments and acts,  
Laws, Natural, Moral, Civil and Divine,  
T'instruct, reprove, correct, enlarge, confine.   

All Memorandums of forepast ages,  
Say and sentences of ancient Sages,  
Astronomy, and Physic much renowned,  
The liberal Arts, rules, maxicmes, or ground,  
The glory of Apollo's Radiant shine,  
Supporter of the Sacred Sisters Nine,  
The Atlas, that all Histories doth bear  
Throughout the world, here, there, and every where.   

How many line byst being Paper.  
All this and more is paper, and all this,  
From fruitful Hempseea still produced is.  
Were't not for rags of this admired Lint,  
Dead were the admirable Art of Print.  
Nor could the Printers with their forms & proofs.  
Work for their own and other men's be●●oofe●,  
Octano, Quarto, Folie or sixteen:  
Twelves, nor yet sixty four had ere been seen,  
Nor could their Pages be the means to feed  
And clothe them and their families at need.   

The Stationer that life's, and gaineth well,  
And doth the word of God, both buy and sell,  
I know not which way he could live and eat,  
It printed paper did not yield him meat.  
Some foolish knave (I think) at first began  
The ●●●der that three Tailors are one man:  
When many a Tailor's boy, I know hath been,  
●●● made tall men much fearful to be seen,  
The boy hath had no weapon, nor no skill,  
●● armed with a Tailor's Paper-bill,  
Which being edged with Items, stiffning face,  
With Bombast, cottons, linenings, and with laccing,  
The boy hath made a man his head to hide  
And not the bare sight of the Bill abide.  
When boys with paper Bills frights men so sore,  
●●●is doubtless but their Masters can do more.  
And many millions both of boys and men,  
●●● only live, and flourish with the pen:  
Yet though the pen be through the world renowned  
●●were nothing except paper were the ground.   

All Lawyers from the highest degree or mark.  
Unto the lowest Barrister or Clerk,  
How could they do if paper did not bear  
The memory of what they speak or hear?  
And justice Clerks could hardly make strong warrants.  
For Thiefs, or Bawds, or whores, or such like errands,  
●●● that in Paper 'tis their only use  
To write, and right the Commonwealth's abuse.  
Thus much of Paper here my Muse hath said,  
●● yet if all its profits were displayed,  
●en paper Mils could not afford enough  
To write upon in praise of writing stuffs:.   

A Uoyage in a Paper-boat from London to Quinborough.  
I therefore to conclude this much will note  
How I of Paper lately made a Boat,  
And how in form of Paper I did row  
From London unto Quinborough I'll show,  
I and a Vintner (Roger Bird by name)  
(A man whom Fortune never yet could tame)  
took ship upon the vigil of Saint james  
And boldly ventured down the River Thames,  
Leiving and cutting through each raging billow,  
(In such a Boat which never had a fellow)  
Having no kind of mettle or no wood  
To help us either in our Ebb or Flood:  
For as out boat was paper, so our Oars  
Were Stockfish, caught near to the Island shores.   
Stock-fish unbeaten, bound fast to two Canes with packthread.  

Thus being Oared and shipped away we went.  
Driving 'twixt Effex Calves, and sheep of Kent:  
Our Boat a female vessel 'gan to leak  
Being as female vessels are, most weak,  
Yet was she able which did grieve me sore,  
To down Hodge Bird and I and forty more.  
The water to the Paper being g●t,  
In one half hour our boat began to rot:  
The Thames (most liberal) filled her to the halves,  
Whilst Hodge and I sat liquored to the calves.  
In which extremity I thought it fit  
To put in uso a stratagem of wit,  
Which was, eight. Bullocks bladders we had bought  
Pust stiffly full with wind, bound fast and taught,  
Which on our Boat within the Tide we tied,  
Of each side four, upon the outward side.  
The water still role higher by degrees.  
In three miles going, almost to our knees,  
Our rotten bottom all to tatters fell,  
And left our boat as bottomless as Hell.  
And had not bladders horn us stiffly up,  
We there had tasted of deaths fatal cup.   

And now (to make some sport) I'll make it known  
By whose strong breath my bladders all were blown.  
One by a chevril conscienced Usurer,  
Another by a drunken Bag piper,  
The third a Whore, the fourth a Pander blue,  
The fist a Cutpurse, of the Cursed crew,  
The sixth, apost-knight that for five groats gain  
Would swear & for four groats forsweareed agine,  
The seaventh was an Informer, one that can  
By informations beggar any man.  
The eight was blown up by a swearing Roister,  
That would cut throats as soon as eat an Oyster.   
We had more winds then the Compass, for we had eight several winds in our bladders, and the 32 of the Compass in all 40.  

We being in our watery business bound,  
And with these wicked winds encompassed round,  
For why such breaths as those it fortunes ever,  
They end with hanging, but with drowning never:  
And sure the bladders bore us up so tied,  
As if they had said, Gallows claim thy right.  
This was the cause that made us seek about,  
To find these light Tiburnian vapoursour.  
We could have had of honest men good store,  
As Watermen, and Smiths, and many more,  
But that we knew it must be hanging breath,  
That must preserve us from a drowning death.   
Carefully and discreetly provided.  

Yet much we feared the graves our end would be  
Before we could the Town of Gravesand see:  
Our boat drunk deeply with her dropsy thirst;  
And quast as if she would her bladders burst,  
Whilst we within six inches of the brim  
(Full of salt water) down (half sunk) did swim.  
Thousands of people all the shores did hide,  
And thousands more did meet us in the tide  
With Sc●●crs, Oars, with ship boats, & with Barges  
To gaze on us, they put themselves, to charges.   

Thus did we drive, and drive the time away,  
Till pitchy night had driven away the day:  
The Sun unto the under world was fled:  
The Moon was loath to rise, and kept her bed,  
The Stanes did ●winckele, but the Ebon clouds  
Their light, our fight, obseures over shrowds.  
The tosling billows made our boat to caper.  
Out paper form scarce being form of paper,  
The water four mile broad, no Oars, to row,  
Night dark, and where we were we did not know.  
And thus 'twixt doubt and fear, hope and despair  
I sell to work, and Roger Bird to prayer.  
And as the surges up and down did heave us,  
He cry'dmost fervently, good Lord receive us.  
I prayed as much, but I did work and pray,  
And he did all he could to pray and play.  
Thus three hours darkeling I did puzzle and toil  
Soused and well pickled chafe and muzzle & moil,  
Dernched with the swaffing waves, & stewed ●● sweat  
Scarce able with a cane our boat to set,  
At last (by God's great mercy and his might)  
The morning 'gan to chase away the night.  
Aurora made us soon perceive and see  
We were three miles below the Town of Lee.  
And as the morning more end more did clear,  
The fight of Quinborogh castle did appear.  
That was the famous monumental mark,  
To which we strived obring our rotten bark:  
The only aim of our intents and scope.  
The anchor that brought Roger to the Hope.   
He dwelleth now at the Hope on the Bankside.  

Thus we from Saturday at evening Tide,  
Till Monday mor●e, did on the water bide,  
In rotten paper and in boy sterous weather,  
Dark nights, through wet, and toiled altogether.  
But being come to Quinborough and aland,  
I took my fellow koger by the hand,  
And both of us ere we two steps did go  
Gave thankes to God that had preserved us so:  
Confessing that his mercy us protected  
When as we least deserved, and less expected  
The Mayor of Quinborough in love affords  
To entertain us, as we had been Lords;  
It is a yearly feast kept by the Mayor,  
And thousand people th●●her doth repair,  
From Towns and Villages that's near about,  
And 'twas our luck to come in all this rove.  
I'th'street, Bread, Beer, and Oysters is their meat,  
Which freely, friendly, shot-froe all do eat,  
But Hodge and I were men of rank and note,  
We to the Mayor gave our adventurous boat;  
The which (to glorify that Town of Kent)  
He meant to hang up for a monument.  
He to his house invited us to dine,  
Where we had cheer on cheer, and wine on wine,  
And drink, and fill, and drink, and drink and fill,  
With welcome upon welcome, welcome still.   

But whilst we at our dinners thus were merry,  
The Country people tore our tattered wherry  
In mammocks pecoemeale in a thousand scraps,  
Wearing the relics in their hats and caps.  
That never traitor's corpse could more be scattered  
By greedy Ravens, than out poor boat was tattered;  
Which when the Mayor did know, he presently  
took patiented what he could not remedy  
The next day we with thankes left Quinbroght coast  
And hied us home on horseback all in post.  
Thus Master Birds strange voyage was begun,  
With greater danger was his money won.  
And those that do his coin from him detain  
(Which he did win with peril and much pain)  
Let them not think that e'er 'twill do them good,  
But eat their marrow and consume their blood.  
The worm of conscience gnaw them every day  
That have the moans, and not the will to pay.  
Those that are poor, and cannot, let them be  
Both from the debt and malediction free.   

Thus (I in part) what Himp-seed is have shown,  
Cloth, ropes, rags, paper, poorly is made knows  
How it maintains each kingdom, start and trade,  
And how in paper we a voyage made.  
I therefore to conclude, think not amiss  
To write something of Thames, or Thamasis,   
The names of the most famous rivers in the world.  

Maz●, Rubicon, ●lue, Volga, Ems, Scamander,  
Loire, Moldous, Tybar, Albia, Scyne, Meander,  
Hidaspes, Indus, juachus, Tanaies',  
(Our Thames true praise is far beyond their praise)  
Great Euphrates, jordan's, Nilus, Ganges, Poe,  
Tagus and Tigris, Thames doth fare outgo.  
Danubia, Ister, Xanthus, Lisus, Rhrine,  
Wey, Severue, avon, Medway, Isis, Tin●,  
D●● Ouze, Trent, Humber, Eske, Tweed, Annan, Tay.  
Firth (that brave Demy-ocean) Clide, ' Dun, Spay,  
All these are great in same's, and great in names,  
But great'st in goodness is the river Thames,  
From whose Diurnal and Nocturnal flood  
Millions of souls have fuel clothes and food;  
Which from twelve hours to twelve doth still succeed,  
Hundreds, & thousands both to clothe & feed.  
Of watermen, their servants, children, wives,  
It doth maintain near twenty thousand lines.  
I can as quickly number all the stars,  
As reckon all things in particulars:  
Which by the bounty of th' All-giving giver  
Proceeds from this most matchless, famous River.  
And therefore ' cis great pity, shelf or sand  
From the forgetful and ingrate full land,  
Should its clear crystal entrailes vilesy,  
Or soil such pureness with impurity.  
What doth it do, but seruas our full contents,  
Brings food, and for it takes our excrements,  
Yields us all plenty, worthy of regard  
And dirt and muck we give it for reward?   
Rivers' sabled or seigned to be in Hell.  

Oh what a world of Poets that excel  
Is are, have fabled rivers out of hell,  
As Erebus, Cocytus, Acheron,  
Sur Orcus, Tartarus, and Phlegeton,  
And all internal Barathrums Damned Creeks,  
With Charous Passengers, and fearful shrieks,  
Who writing drinking Lethe to their shames  
Vnthankefully they have forgot the Thames.  
But noble Thames, whilst I can hold a pen  
I will diwlge thy glory unto men:  
Thou in the morning when my coin is seant  
Before the evening dost supply my want.  
If like a Bee I seek to live and thrive,  
Thou wile yield honey freely to my hive,  
If like a drone I will not work for meat,  
Thou in discretion gives me nought to eat  
Thou the true rules of justice dost observe,  
To feed the labourer, let the idle starve,  
And I so many faithless men have found  
As any man that life's upon the ground,  
Who have done me wrong and themselves no good,  
And swore, and forswore in their damned mood:  
Whilst I (fond I) have lent and given away  
To such as not so much as thankes will pay,  
For shame and modesty I name them not;  
But let their black souls bear the impure blot  
Of falsehood perjury, and odious lies  
That devils in shape of Mankind can device,  
If these lines happen to their hands to come.  
They'll pick their teeth, look downward and cry hum '  
But goodness how should ever I expect,  
From such who do so true a friend neglect.  
And therefore Thames, with thee I have decreed  
Because thou never failed me in my need,  
To thee, to thee again I do retire  
And with thee I'll remain till life expire.   
The Oar hath four or five virtues; first, it is healthful, second, it avoids bad company, third, it keeps men sober, seur●h is gets money, filled, it anoyds expenses all which virtues I will put in practice and fall to rowing.  

Thou art my Mistress, and oft times from thee  
Thy liberality hath flowed to me,  
And for thou always givest me means to lin●●  
Myself (most thankfully) myself do give,  
Momus thou Son of Somnus, and of Nox,  
Take not my lines all for a Paradox:  
For most of them seem true, and I do rue  
That many of them I do know too true.  
Sleep Momus sleep, in Murceas slothfullbed,  
Let Morpheus lock thy tongue within thy head:  
Or if thou need●● wilt prate, prate to this end  
To give commends to that thou canst not mend.  
'Tis not a guilded Gull made up with oaths,  
That swears and dams himself into good clothes.  
That wears his cloak beneath his skirts and waste  
Cause men may see how he is trust and braoed:  
Such a fantastic a●●e, I care not for,  
He flewts my lines, and I do him abhor.  
My poor invention no way is supplied,  
With cutting large thongs from another's hide:  
I have not stolen a syllable or letter  
From any man, to make my book seem better.  
But similes, comparisons, each line,  
Indifferent, good or bad, they all are mine,  
Yet I confess I have read many a book  
From whence I have some observations took.  
Which I make use of, as occasions touch,  
And any Poet (I think) will do as much.  
I will not brag, to all men be it known  
(By learning) I have nothing of mine own,  
But had I tongues and languages, like many  
Sure I should filch and strale as much as any.  
But like an Artless Poet, I say still,  
I am a Tailor, true against my will.  
Thus ending (like to jasons' Golden-fleece)  
This work of Hempsecd is my Master-p●●●●.     
FINIS.   

TAILOR'S TRAVELS To Hamburgh in Germany.  

DEDICATED To the Cosmographical, Geographical describer, Geometrical measurer; Historiographicall Calligraphicall Relater and Writer; Enigmatical, Pragmatical, Dogmatic Obseruer, Engrosser, Surveyor and Eloquent British Grecian Latinist, or Latin Grecian Orator, the Odcombyan Deambulator, Perombulator, Ambler, Trotter, or untyred Traveller, Sir THO: CORIAT, Knight of Troy, and one of the dearest darlings to the blind Goddess Fortune.  
Most worthy Sir, as Quintilian in his Apothegms to the naked, learned, Gimnosephists of AEthiopia, very wittily says, Potanto Machayo corbatio monomosco kayturemon Lescus, Ollipufftingere whingo: which is, knowledge is a main Antithesis to ignorance, and pains and travail is the high way to experience. I being therefore well acquainted with the generous urbanity innated or rooted in your humanity, (in these days of vanity,) I dedicate out (of my affability, debility, ability, imbecility, facility, or agility,) this poor Pamphlet to your nobility, in all servility and humility: not doubting but the fluent secundity of your wisdoms, profundity, in your heads retundity, will conserve, reserve, preserve, and observe, what I and my industrious labours deserve. I do (out of mine own congnition) aver and abett, that he is senseless that will assent, that the Fates did assign, with their whole assistance, that any should aspire to be an associate in any assembly, boldly to assimilate, assay, assault, or ascribe to any mortal but yourself, super lative marority or transcendency for travails, observations, and or atorie. These things being revolved and ruminated, in the sagacity or acuteness of my Pericranion, I imagined that no man under the Cope was more worthy than yourself to be a Patronising Poplar to shelter my poor reed-like endeavours. Howsoever in the preter lapsed occurrences there hath been an Antagonisticall repugnancy betwixt us, yet I hope time and travail hath worn it thread bare, or brought it to an irrecoverable consumption; withal I know you are uncapable of inexpugnable malice, inveterate malignancy: or emulation. I protest tongue-tied taciturnity should have imprisoned this work in the Lethargical Dungeon, or bottomless Abyss of ever-sleeping oblivion, but that I am confident of your Patronage and acceptance, which if it fall out (no according to any Promerits of mine) but out of mine own expectation of your matchless & unparalcll dd sposition, I shall hereafter sacrifice whole Hecatombs of invention both in Prose & Verse, at the shrine of your unfellowed and unfollowed virtues. So wishing more to see you then to hear from you, because Writers want work, and the Press is turned, voluntary through the scarcity of employments, which I hope your presence will supply, I pray that Neptnne, AEolus, Tellus, Bacchus, and all the watery, windy, earthly, and drinking Deities may be officious, auspicious, and delicious unto you, humbly imploring you to take in good part this my sophistical, paradoxical, submission, with a mental reservation of my love and service, to sympathise or be equivalent to your kind liking and corroborated affecting.  
He that hath a poor muse to troth in your service with all obsequious observance: JOHN TAYLOR   

TAILOR'S TRAVELS. Three Weeks, three Days, and three Hours Observations, from LONDON to HAMBURGH in ●●● Amongst jemes and Gentiles, with Descriptions of Towns and Towers, Castles and Citadels, artificial G●●lowies, Natural Hangmen: And Dedicated for the present, to the absent Odcombian Knight Errand, Sr. THOMAS CORIAT, Great Britain's Error, and the world's Mirror.  
Upon Saturday the 17. of August, 1616. (after I had taken leave of some friends that would hardly give me leave to leave them) I was associated with five or six courteous Comrades to the Haven of Billingsgate, where I was no sooner come, but I was shipped to a wherry for the Port of Gravesend, and having two Women and three Men in my company thither, we passed the way away by telling tiles by turns. Where one of the women took upon her very Logically to defend the honesty of Brokers, and she maintained her Paradoxical Arguments so pithily, as if herself like a desperate pawn had lain: seven years in Lavender on sweeting in long Lane, or amongst the dogged inhabitants of Hounds-ditch. And one of the men replied that he thanked God he never had any need of them; whereupon I began to suspect him to be a crafty knave, because the proverb lays, A crafty knave needs no broker, and indeed after I had inquired what countryman he was he told me he was a Welsh man, and a justice's Clerk. I left him as I sound him, hoping never to be troubled with his binding over, and withdrawing: and so landing at Graves' end, we all went to the Christopher where we took a Bachanalian farewell one of another, where I remained till the Monday following, awaiting the coming down of the ship that I was to be transported in. About the hour of three in the afternoon, with good hope we weighed Anchor, and with a courteous tide and a gentle wind we sailed down the river of Thames,. as far as the grand Oyster haven of Quinborough, where though our ship was not Sea-sick, yet she cast, (Anchor I mean.)  
On the morrow, being Tuesday, we weighed, and with the friendly breath of Zephyrus, aliâs a Western wind, our sails being swollen, our ship called the judith, who with her stern cut the liquid mounting mountains of Neptune's wavering territories, as nimbly as Hebrew judith beheaded Holosernes, so that by the bountiful favour of him that rules both Winds and Seas, the Thursday following wecespied the coast of Freezeland, and the next day we sailed by an Island called the Holy Land, which may be called the Land of Lobsters, or the Country of Crabs for the plenty of those kind of crawling creatures that are taken there. But we, taking time by the foretop, let no advantage slip, but with a merry Gale, and a friendly flood, on the Friday we sailed up the River of Ell, as far as Stoad, where we Anchoured till the morrow, being Saturday, and the feast of S. Bartholomew the Apostle, we arrived at a bleak alias, a town an English mile from Hamburgh, called Altonagh, which is so called by the Hamburgers because it stands allcoo-nigh them for their profit, being inhabited with diverse tradesmen which do hinder their freedom. I was no sooner landed there, but my company and myself went to a Dutch drinking-schoole, and having vpsefreezed four pots of boon beer as yellow as gold, our host said we had four shilling to betall, or to pay, which made me suspect it to be a bawdy house by his large reckoning, till at last I understood that the shillings he meant were but stivers, or three half pence a peeco. So this terrible shot being discharged (which in the total amounted to the sum of sixpences English) we departed towards Hamburgh, where by the way I noted some 20. men, women, and children in diverse places of Altonagh, all deformed, some with one eye, some with hare-lips, crooke-backt, splay-footed, halfenosed, or one blemish or other. I admiring at them, was told they were jews, wherein I perceived the judgement of the high judge of all, that had permitted Nature to desorme their forms, whose Graceless minds were so much mishapen through want of Grace.  
But I being entered the City of Hamburgh on the Sarurday, I was presently conducted to the English house, where I found a kind Host, an honest Hostess, good company, store of meat, more of drink●, a true Tapster, and sweet Lodging. And being at dinner, because I was a stranger, I was promoted to the chiesest place at the Table, where to observe an old custom, every man did his best endeavour to hauns me for my welcome, which by interpretation is, to give a man a loaf too much out of the Brewer's braket; in which kind of potshot, our English are grown such stout Proficients, that some of them dares bandy and contend with the Dutch their first teachers. But after they had hanced me as well as they could, and I pleased, they administered an oath to me, in manner and form as followeth; Laying my hand on a full pot.  
I swear by these contents and all that is herein contained, that by the courteous favour of these Gentlemen, I do find myself sufficiently hanced, and that henceforth I shall acknowledge it; and that whensoever I shall offer to be hanced again, I shall arm myself with the craft of a Fox, the manners of a Hog, the wisdom of an Ass, mixed with the civility of a Bear. This was the form of the oath, which as near as I can shall be performed on my part; and here is to be noted that the first word a Nurse or a Mother doth teach her children if they be Males, is Drink, or Beer: So that most of them are transformed to Barrels, Firkings, and Kinderkins, always sraight with Hamburge beer.  
And though the City is not much more than half the bigness as London is within the walls, yet are there in it almost 800. Brewhouses, and in one day there hath been shipped away from thence, 337. brewings, of Beer, besides 13. or 14. brewings have been wracked or stayed in the Town, as not suffieient to be beczeled in the Country.  
The Saturday being thus past, and Sunday come, I went toward the English Church, where I observed many shops open, buying and selling, chopping and changing of all manner of wares, with the streets furnished with Apples, Pears, Plums, Nuts, Grapes, or any thing else that an ordinary Market can afford, as commonly as if the Sabbaoth were but a bare Ceremony without a Commandment. In which I note the jews in their execrable superstition, to be more devout and observant, than these Pedlars in their profession; for on the Saturday (being the jews Sabbath) they neglect all humane affairs, and betake themselves irreligiously to their misbelieving faithless religion.  
The Sermon being ended at the English Church, I walked in the afternoon with a friend of mine, (an Inhabitant of the Town) to see and to be seen, where at one of the gates was placed a strong guard of Soldiers with Muskets, Pikes, Halberds, and other warlike accoutrements, I asked the cause, and I was informed it was because of the building of new mounts and Bulwarks which were partly erected without the old wall: And when I perceived these fortifications, I was amazed, for it is almost incredible for the number of men and horses that are daily set on work about it, besides the work itself is so great that it is passed the credit of Report, and as I suppose will prove most inexpugnable and invincible Rampires to strengthen the Town on that side-against the invasive attempts of the greatest Monarch that should assail them.  
But aftermuch musing, walking further towards the fields. I espied four or five pretty parcels of modesty go very friendly up into a Council-house by the ways side, as we and thousands of people used to pass; they were handsome young Girls of the age of 18. or 20. years a piece, and although they had a door to shut yet they knowing their business to be necessary and natural, ●ate still in loving and neighbourly manner, so having traced a turn or two we returned into the Town again, and entering a long Garden within the Walls, some of the Townsmen were shooting for wagers at a mark with their muskets: some bowling: some at slide thrift, or shovel-boord: some dancing before a blind Fiddler, and his cow-bellied, dropsy dutty Drab: some at one game, some at another most of them drinking, and all of them drink that though it was a Sabbath, which should wholly be dedicated to God, yet by the those of these bursten-gutted bibbers, they made it an afternoon consecrated, or more truly execrated to the service of hell, and to the great amplification of the Devil's kingdom.  
When Christians dare God's Sabbath to abuse,  
They make themselves a scorn to Turks & jews:  
'tis stealing Barabasses beastly race,  
Rib God of Glory, and yourselves of Grace.  
Think on the supreme judge who all things tries,  
When jews against you shall in judgement rise.  
Their feigned truth, with fervent zeal they show,  
The truth unfeigned you know, yet will not know.  
Then at the Bar in new jerusalem,  
It shall be harder much for you then them.  
But leaving them to their drunken designs, I returned toward my Lodging, where by the way I saw at the common jail o● the Town, a great number of people were clustered together, I asked the cause of their concourse, and I was certified that there was a P●i●oner to be broken upon the wheel the next day, and that these idle Gazers did press to gape upon him or want of better employments, I being as inquisitive after novelties, as a Traveller of my ●●all experience might be, enquired earnestly the true cause of the next day's execution: my friend told me that the Prisoner was a poor Carpenter dwelling ●● the Town, who lately having stolen a Goose, and plucking it within his doors, a little Girl, (his daughter in Law) went out of his house, and left the door open by which means, the owner of the Goose passing by espied the wretched These very diligently picking what he before had been stealing, to whom the owner said: Neighbour I now perceive which way my Geese use to go, but I will have you in question for them, and so away he went: the Caitiff being thus reproved grew desperate, and his child coming into his house; ye young whore, quoth he, must ye leave my door open for folks to look in upon me? and with that word, he took a Hatchet and with a cursed stroke, he clove the child's head: for the which murder he was condemned and judged to be broken alive upon the wheel. Close by the jail I espied a house of free stone, round and flat roofed, and leaded, upon the which was erected the true picture of a most unmatchable Hangman: and now I am entered into a discourse of this brave abject, or subject, you must understand that this fellow, is a merry, a mad, and a subsidy Hangman, to whom our Tyburn● Tatterdemalian, or our Wapping windpipe stretcher, is but a Ragamuffin, not worth the hanging: for this teare-throat Termagant is a fellow in Folio, a Commander of such great command, and of such greatness to command, that I never saw any that in that respect could countermand him: for his making is almost past description, no Saracens head seems greater, and sure I think his brainpan if it were emptied, (as I think he hath not much brain in it,) would well contain half a bushel of malt, his shaggy hair and beard would stuff a Cushion for Charon's boat, his Embossed nose and embroidered face, would furnish a jeweller; his eyes well dried, would make good Tennis-balls, or shot for a small piece of Ordinance, his yawning mouth would serve for a Conniborrow, and his two ragged rows of teeth, for a stone wall, or a Pale; then hath he a neck like one of Hercules his pillars, with a windpipe, (or rather a beer pipe) as big as the boar of a Demiculuering, or a wooden pump; through which conduit half a brewing of Hamburgh beer doth run down into his unmeasurable paunch, wherein is more midrisfe, guts and garbage than three tripe-wives could be able to utter before it stunk. His post-like legs were answerable to the rest of the great frame which they supported, and to conclude, sir Bevis, Ascapart, Gogmagag, or ou English sir john Falstaff, were but shumps to this bezzeling Bombards longitude, jatitude, altitude, and crassitude, for he passes, and surpasses the whole German multitude.  
And as he is great in corpulency, so is he powerful in potency, for figuratively he hath spiritual resemblance of Romish authority, and in some sort he is a kind of demy-Pope, for once a year in the dog-days he sends out his men with bats in stead of Bulls, with full power from his greatness, to knock down all the cousin without contradiction, whose masters or owners will not be at the charge to buy a pardon for them of his mightiness, which pardon is more durable than the Popes of wax or parchment, for his is made of a piece of the hide of an Ox, a Horse, or such lasting stuff, which with his stigmatical stamp or seal is hanged about every dog's neck who is freed from his fury by the purchase of his pardon. And sure I am persuaded that these dogs are more sure of their lives with the hangman's pardon, than the poor besotted blinded Papists are of their seduced souls from any pardon of the Popes.  
The privileges of this grand haulter-master are many, as he hath the emptying of all the vaults or draughts in the city, which no doubt he gains some favour by. Besides all Oxen, Kine, Horses, Hogs, Dogs, or any such beasts, it they die themselves, or if they be not like to live, the hangman must knock them on the heads, and have their skins: and whatsoever inhabitant in his jurisdiction doth any of these things aforesaid himself, is abhorred and accounted as a villain without redemption. So that with hangings, heading, break, pardoning and killing of dogs, flaying of beasts, emptying vaults, and such privy commodities, his whole revenue sometimes amounts to 4. or 5. hundred pounds a year. And he is held in that regard and estimation, that any man will converse and drink with him, nay sometimes the Lords of the Town will feast with him, and it is accounted no impeachment to their honours; for he is held in the rank of a Gentleman, (or a rank Gentleman) and he scorns to be clad in the cast weeds of executed offenders: No, he goes to the Meroers, and hath his Satin, his Velvet, or what stuff he pleases, measured out by the yard or the ell, with his gold and silver lace, his silk stockings, laced spangled garters and roses, hat and feather, with four or five brave villains attending him in Livery cloaks, who have stipendiary means from his ignominious bounty.  
Monday the 19 of August, about the hour of 12. at noon, the people of the town in great multitudes flocked to the place of execution; which is half a mile English without the gates, built more like a sconce then a Gallows, for it is walled and ditched about with a drawbridge and the prisoner came on foot with a Divine with him, all the way exhorting him to repentance, and because death should not terrify him, they had given him many rouses and carouses of wine and beer: for it is the custom there to make such poor wretches drunk, whereby they may be senseless either of God's mercy or their own misery; but being prayed for by others, they themselves may die resolutely, or (to be feared) desperately.  
But the prisoner being come to the place of death, he was by the officers delivered to the hangman, who entering his strangling fortification with two grand hangmen more and their ● which were come from the City of Lu●● and another Town (which I cannot name) to assist their Hamburghian brother in this great ●● weighty work: the drawbridge was drawn ●d the Prisoner mounted on a mount of ●● built high on purpose that the people without may see the execution a quarter of a mile round about: four of the Hangman's men takes each of them a small halter, and by the hands and the feet they hold the Prisoners extended all abroad lying on his back: then the Arch-hangman, or the great Master of this mighty business took up a wheel, much about the bigness of one of the fore-wheeles of a Coach: ●●, having put off his doubler, his hat, and being in his shirt, as if he meant to play at tennis, he took the wheel, and set it on the edge, and ●● it with one hand like a top or a whirligig, than he took it by the spokes, and lifting it up with a mighty stroke he beat one of the poor wretches legs in pieces, (the bones I mean) at which he roared grievously; then after a little pause he breaks the other leg in the same manner, and consequently breaks his arms, and then he struck four or five main blows on his breast, and burst all his bulk and che●● in shivers, lastly he smoate his neck, and missing, burst his chin and jaws to mammocks; then he took the broken mangled corpse, and spread it on the wheel, and thrust a great post or pile into the Nave or hole of the wheel, and then fixed the post into the earth some six foot deep, being in height above the ground, some ten or twelve foot, and there the carcase must lie till it be consumed by all consuming time, or ravening Fowls.  
This was the terrible manner of this horrid execution, and at this place are twenty posts with those wheels or pieces of wheels, with heads of men nailed on the top of the posts, with a great spike driven, through the skull. The several kinds of torments which they inflict upon offenders in those parts makes me to imagine our English hanging to be but a flea-biting.  
Moreover, if any man in those parts are to be beheaded, the fashion is, that the P●soner knelt down, and being blinded with a Napkin, one takes hold of the hair of the crown of the head, holding the party upright, whilst the hangman with a backward blow with a sword will take the head from a man's shoulders so nimbly, and with such dextertie, that the owner of the head shall never want the miss of it. And if it be any ma●s fortune to be hanged for never so small a crime, though he be mounted whole, yet he shall come down in pieces, for he shall hang till every joint and Limb drop one from another.  
They have strange torments and varieties of deaths, according to the various nature of the offences that are committed: as for example, he that counterfeits any Prince's coin, and is proved a coiner, his judgement is to be boiled to death in oil, not thrown into the vessel all at once, but with a pulley or a Rope to be hanged under the Arm pits, and let down into the oil by degrees: first the feet, and next the legs, and so to boil his flesh from his bones alive. For those that set houses on fire wilfully, they are smoked to death, as first there is a pile or post fixed in the ground, and within an English Ell of it is a piece of wood nailed cross whereupon the offender is made fast fitting then over the top of the post is whelmed a great tub or Dry-fat, which doth cover or overwhelm the Prisone as low as the middle. Then underneath the executioner hath wet straw, hay, stubble, or such kind of stuff, which is fired, but by reason it is wet and dank, it doth not burn but molder and smoke, which smoke ascends up into the tub where the Prisoners head is, and not being able to speak, he will heave up and down with his belly; and people may perceive him in these torments to live three or four hours.  
Adultery there, if it be proved, is punished with death, as the loss of both the parties heads, if they be both married, or if not both, yet the married party must dye for i●, and the other must endure some easier punishment, either by the purse or carcase; which in the end proves little better than half a hanging.  
But as after a tempest a calm is best welcome; so I imagine it not amiss after all this tragical harsh discourse, to sweeten the Readers palate with a few Comical reports which were related unto me, wherein I seem fabulous, it must be remembered that I claim the privilege of a traveller, who hath authority to report all that he hears and sees, and more too. I was informed of a fellow that was hanged somewhat near the high way, within a mile or two of Collcin, and the fashion being to hang with a halter and a chain, that when the halter is rotten with the weather, the carkafse drops a button hole lower into the chain. Now it fortuned that this fellow was executed on a winter's afternoon towards night, and being hanged, the chain was shorter than the halter, by reason whereof he was not strangled, but by the gaming of the chain which could not slip close to his neck, he hanged in great torments under the jaws, it happened that as soon as he was trust up, there fell a great storm of rain and wind, whereupon all the people ran away from the Gallows to shelter themselves. But night being come, and the moon shining bright, it chanced that a Country Boor, or a waggoner and his Son with him were driving their empty waggon by the place where the fellow was hanged, who being not choked, in the extremity of his pains did stir his legs and writhe and crumple his body, which the waggoners Son perceived, and said, Father look, the man upon the Gallows doth move: quoth the old man he moves indeed, I pray the let us make haste, and put the Wagon under the Gibbet, to see if we can unhang and save him. This being said was quickly done, and the wretch half dead was laid in straw in the Boor's waggon, and carried home, where with good attendance he was in four or five days recovered to his health, but that he had a crick in his neck, & ● the cramp in his jaws. The old man was glad that he had done so good a deed, (as he thought) began to give the thief Fatherly counsel, and told him that it was Gods great mercy towards him to make me (quoth he) the Instrument of thy deliverance, and therefore look that thou make good use of this his gracious favour towards thee, and labour to redeem the time thou hast mispea, get thy into some other Prince's country, where thy former crimes may not bring thee into the danger of the Law again, and there with honest industrious endeavours get the living.  
The thief seemed willing to entertain these good admonitions, and thanked the Boor and his Son, telling them that the next morning he would be gone ● and if ever his fortunes made him able, he promised to be so grateful unto them that they should have cause to say their great courtesies were well bestowed upon him; but all his sugared sweet promises, were in the proof but Gall and wormwood in the performance: for this graceless Caitiff arose betimes in the morning, and drew on a pair of Boötes and spurs which were the man's sons of the house, and slipping out of the doors, went to the stable and stole one of his kind hosts best horses, and away road he. The man and his Son, when they were up and miss the thief and the horse, were amazed at the ingratitude of the wretch, and with all speed his soone and he road several ways in pursuit of him, and in brief one of them took him, and brought him back to their house again, and when it was night they bond him, and laid ●●●● in their waggon (having deaf ears, and hardened hearts to all his entreaties) and away to the Gallows where they found him hanging, there they with the halter being a little shortened, they left him. The next day the Country people wondered to see him hanging there again, for they had seen him hanged, and miss him gone, and now tobe thus strangely & privately come again in boot and spurs, whereas they remembered at his first hanging he had shoes & stockings, it made them muse what journey he had been riding, & what a mad G●est he was to take the Gallows for his Inn, or (as I suppose) for his end.  
The rumour of this accident being bruited abroad, the people came far and near to see him, all in general wondering how these things should come to pass. At last, to clear all doubts, proclamations were published with pardon, and a reward to any that could discover the truth, whereupon the old Boor & Soon came in and related the whole circumstance of the matter.  
At another place (the hangman's place being void) there were two of the blood (for it is to be noted that the succession of that office doth liveally descend from the Father to the Soon, or to the next of the blood) which were at strife for the  
possession of this high indignity. Now it happened that 2. men were to be beheaded at the sane town, and at the same time, and (to avoid suit in law for this great prerogative) it was concluded by the Arbitrators, that each of these new hangman should execute one of the Prisoners, and he that with greatest cunning and sleight could take the head from the body, should have the place, to this they all agreed and the Prisoners were brought forth, where one of the Executioners did bide a red silk thread double about his Prisoner's neck the threads being distant one from another only the breadth of one thread, and he promised to cut off the head with a backward blow with a Sword, between the threads. The other called his Prisoner aside, and told him that if he would be ruled by him, he should have his life saved; and beside (quoth he) I shall be sure to have the office. The Prisoner was glad of the motion, and said he would do any thing upon these conditions, than said the Hangman, when thou art on thy knees, and hast said thy prayers, and that Idoe lift up my Axe, (for I will use an Axe) to strinke thee, I will cry He●, at which word do thou rise and run away, (thou knowest none will slay thee if thou canst once elcape after thou art delivered into my custody, it is the fashion of our Country) and let me alone to shift to answer the matter. This being said or whispered, the headsman with the sword did cut off the Prisoner's head● between the threads as he had said, which made all the people wonder at the steadiness of his hand, and most of them judged that he was the man that was and would be fittest to make a mad hangman of.  
But as one tale is good till another be told, and as there be three degrees of good, better, and best; so this last hangman did much exceed and eclipse the others cunning: For his prisoner being on his knees, and he lifting up his axe to give the fatal blow, He●●, (said he according to promise) whereupon the fellow arose and ran away, but when he had run some seven or eight paces, the hangman threw the Axe after him, and strooke his head smoothly from his shoulders, now for all this, who shall have the place is unknown, for they are yet in Law for it; and I doubt not but before the matter be ended, that the Lawyers will make them exercise their own trades upon themselves to end the controversy. This tale doth favour somewhat Hyperbolical but I wish the Reader to believe no more of the matter than I saw, and there is an end.  
At another Town there stood an old overworn despised pair of Gallows, but yet not so old but they will last many a fair year with good usage, but the Town's men a little distance from them built another pair, in a more stately Geometrical port and fashion, whereupon they were demanded why they would be at the charge to erect a new Gallows, having so sufficient an old one: they answered, that those old Gallows should serve to hang fugitives and strangers; but those new ones were built for them and their heirs for ever. Thus much for hangmen, the eves, and Gallows.  
Yet one thing more for thiefs: In Hamburgh those that are not hanged for theft, are chained 2. or 3. together, and they must in that sort six or seven years draw a dung-cart, and cleanse the streets of the town, & every one of those thiefs for as many years as he is condemned to that slavery, so many Bells he hath hanged at an iron above one of his shoulders, and every year a Bell is taken off, till all are gone, and then he is a Freeman again, and I did see ten or twelve of these Carts, and some of the Thiefs had 7. Bells, some 5. some 6. some one, but such a noise they make, as if all the Devils in Hell were dancing the morris.  
Hamburgh is a free City, not being subject to the Emperor, or any other Prince, but only governed by twenty four Burgomasters, whereof two are the chief, who are called Lords, and do hold that dignity from their first election during their lives: The buildings are all of one uniform fashion, very lofty and stately, it is wonderful populous, and the water with boats comes through most of the streets of the town.  
Their Churches are most gorgeously set forth, as the most of them covered with copper, with very lofty Spires, and within sides they are adorned with crucifixes, Images and pictures, which they do charily keep for ornaments, but not for idle or idol adoration; In S. jacobs' and in Saint Katherine's Churches there is in one of them a Pulpit of Alabaster, and in the other a pay of such Organs, which for worth and workmanship are unparaleld in Christendom, as most travellers do relate.  
The women there are no fashion mongers, but they keep in their degrees one continual habit, as the richer sort do wear a Huicke, which is a robe of cloth or stuff plated, and the upper part of it is gathered and sowed together in the form of an English potlid, with a tasfell on the top, and so put upon the head, and the garment goes over her ruff and face if she please, and so down to the ground, so that a man may meet his own wife, and perhaps not know her from another Woman.  
They have no Porters to bear burdens, but they have big burly-boned knaves with their wives that do daily draw Carts any whether up and down the town, with Merchant's goods or any other employments: And it is reported that these Cart-drawers are to see the rich men of the Town provided of milch-nurses for their children, which nurses they call by the name of Ams, so that if they do want a nurse at any time, these fellows are cursed, because they have not gotten wenches enough with child to supply their wants.  
But if a man of any fashion do chance to go astray to a house of iniquity, the whilst he is in the house at his drudgery, another of the whores will go to the Sheriff, (which they call the Right-heere) and inform that such a man is in such a suspected house, then is his coming forth narrowly watched, and he is taken and brought before the Right-heere, and examined, where if he be a man of credit, he must, and will pay forty, fifty, or sixty Rex Dollars before he will have his reputation called in question. Of which money the quean that did inform shall have her reward.  
A Lawyer hath but a bad trade there, for any Cause or Controversy is tried and determined in three days Quirks, Quiddits, Demurs, Habeas Corposes, Sursarara's, Procedendoes, or any such dilatory Law-tricks are abolished, and not worth a button.  
But above all, I must not forget the rare actions and humours of a Quacksalver or Mountebank, or to speak more familiarly, a shadow o● a skilful Chirurgeon. This fellow being cla● in an ancient doublet of decayed Satin, with● Spruce Leather Ie●kin with Glass buttons, the rest of his attire being correspondent, was mounted upon a Scaffold, having shelves set with Viols, Gallipots, Glasses, Boxes, and such like stuff, wherein as he said, were Watcrs, Oils, Unguents, Emplafters, Electuaries, Vomits, Purges, and a world of never heard of Drugs, and being mounted (as I said) he & his man begin to proclaim all their skill and more, having a great number of idle and ignorant gazers on, he began as followeth (as I was informed by my Interpreter, for I understood not one word he spoke.)  
I jacomo Compostella, Practitioner in Physic, Chirurgery, and the Mathematics, being a man famous through Europe, Asia, Affe● cke, and America, from the Oriental exaltation, of Titan, to his Occidental declination, who for the Testimony of my skill, and the rae cures that I have done, have these Prince's hands and seals; as first the great Cham of Tartary, in whose Court, only with this water which is the Elixir of Henbane, diafracted in a Diurnal of Egredients Hippocratonticke, Auiceni●●, and Catarackt, with this did I cure the great Duchess of Promulpho, of the cramp in her tongue: and with this Oil did I restore the Emperor Gr●gory Euanowich, of a Convulsion in his Pericranium. From thence I travailed through Slavonia, where I met with Mustapha Despot of Seruis, who at that time was intolerably vexed with a Spasmus, so that it often driven him into a Syncope with the violent obstructions of the conflagerating of his veins. Only with this precious Unguent being the Quintessence of Nugwort, with Auripigmenty terragrophicated in a Limbeck of Chystalline translucency, I recovered him to his former health, and for my reward I had a Barbary Horse with rich Caparisons, a Turkish Scimitar, a Persian Robs, & 2000 Hungarian Ducats.  
Besides, here are the hands and Scales of Pot●hamacke, Adelant ado of Prozewgma, and of Gulc● Flounder scurf chief Burgomaster of Belgrade, and of diverse Princes and estates, which to avoid tedious prolixity I omit. But good people if you or any other be troubled with Apo. plexies, Palsies, Cramps, Lethargies, Cataracts, Qunsies, Tisicks, Pleurisies, Coüghs, Headaches, Terrian, Q●●artan, and Quotidian Agues, burning ●●auers, laundizes, Dropsies, colics, Illiaca passios, the Stone, the Strangury, the Pox, Plague, Botches, Bi●es, Blanes, Scabs, Scurfs, Mange, Leprosies, Cankers, Migraines, Mumps, Fluxes, Meazels, Murreins, Gouts, Consumptions, Toothache, Ruptures, Hernia Aquosa, Hernia Ventosa, Hernia Carnosa, or any other malady that dares afflict the body of man or woman, come and buy while you may have it for money, for I am sent for speedily to the Emperor of Trapezond, about affairs of great importance that highly concerns his royal person.  
Thus almost two hours did this fellow with embossed words, and most laborious action, talk and sweat to the people, that understood no more what he said, than he himself understood himself. And I think his whole take for simple compounds did amount in the total to 'spence sterling.  
But leaving Hamburgh, (having gathered these few observations aforesaid) out of it I went August 28. and my first jaunt of my travels was by water, to a Town called Buckstahoo, it is a little walled town, and stands on the other side of the River, 3. miles as they call it from Hamburgh. The boat we passed in is called an juar, not so good as a Gravel end barge, yet I think it be as great, & the three miles longer than from London, to Gravel-end, for I am sure that we were going 9 hours before we could be Landed: Our passage cost us 3. pence a piece, and one thing I remember well, that the lazy water men will si st●ll all (or the most part of the way) whilst thei● Passengers, (be they never so rich or poor, all is one to them, be they men or women) they must row by turns an hour or such a matter: and we landed in the night at a place called Crants, where all the passengers were to go to Supper, but such dye● we had, that the Proverb was truly verified. God sent meat, and the Devil sent Cooks: for as there was no respect of persons in the boat, so all fellows at the Table, and all one price, the Palatine and the Plebeian: our first mess was great platters of black broth, in shape like new tar, and in taste Cofen German to slut pottage; our second were dishes of Eels, chopped as small as herbs, and the broth they were in as salt as brin●: then had we a boiled Go●se, with choke pears and carrots buried in a deep dish; and when we demanded what was to pay, it was but three pence a man, I mused at the cheapness of it, but afterward they came upon us with a fresh reckoning of five pence a man for beer, for they never count their meat and drink together, but bring in several reckonings for them: but the morning being come, we hired a Boor●s Wagon, to carry us to a place called Citizen, three miles there, or 12. English miles from Buckstahoo: a little bald dorp it is, where we came about noon, and found such slender entertainment, that we had no cause to boast of our good cheer or our Hostess Cookery. We having refreshed ourselves, and hired a fresh Wagon, away we went two miles further to a Dorp called Rodonburgh, this village belongeth to the Bishop of Rodonburgh, who hath a fair house there, strongly walled and deeply ditched and Moated about very defensible, with draw bridges, and good Ordinance. This Bishop is a temporal Lord, notwithstanding his spiritual title; and no doubt but the flesh prevails above the Spirit with him; So the Bishops of bream, Lunningburgh, and diverse other places in Germany, do every charitably take the fleece, (for they themselves never look to the flock) by reason they use no Ecclesiastic function, but only in name.  
Being lodged at Rodenburgh, in a stately Inn, where the Host, Hostess, Guests. Cows, Horses, Swine lay all in one Room; yet I must confess their beds to be very good, and their linen sweet, but in those parts they use no coverlet, rug, or blanket, but a good featherbed undermost, with clean sheets, pillows, and pillowbears, and another featherbed uppermost, with a fair sheet above all, so that a man's lodging is like a wormen lying In, all white.  
August the 30. we went from Rodenburgh, and about noon we came to an old walled town, called Feirden, it hath two Churches in it, and the hangman's statue very artificially carved in stone, and set on a high pillar, with a rod rampant in his hand, at this Town I met with six strangers, all travellers, where we went to dinner together all at one Table, and every man opened his knapsack or budget with victuals; (for he that carries no meat with him, may fast by authority in most places of that Country) but to note the kindness of these people one to another, some had bread and a box of salt butter, some had raw bacon, some had cheese, some had pickled herring, some dried beef, and amongst the rest, I had brought three ribs of roast beef, and other provision from Hamburgh: to conclude, we drew all like fiddlers, and led (for the most part) like Swine, for every man eat what was his own, and no man did proffer one bit of what he had to his neighbour, so he that had cheese must dive with chess, for he that had meat would offer him none; I did cut every one a part of my roast beef; which my guide told me they would not take well, because it is not the fashion of the Country: I tried, and found them very tractable to take any thing that was good, so that I perceived their modesty to take one from another, proceeds from their want of manners to offer. But dinner being done, away we went over a bridge, in the midst whereof is a jynn, made in the likeness of great Lantern, it is hanged on a turning Gybber like a Crane: So that it may be turned on the bridge and over the River, as they shall please that have occasion to use it. It is big enough to hold two men, and it is for this purpose if any one or more do rob Gardens or Orchards, or Corn fields, (if they be taken) he or they are put into this same whiligig, or kickumbob, and the gibbet being turned, the offender hangs in this Cage from the River some 12. or 14. foot from the water, than there is small Line made fast to the party some 5. or 6. fathom, and with a trick which they have, the bottom of the Cage drops out, and the thief falls suddenly into the water. I had not gone fare, but at the end of the bridge I saw an old Chapel, which in old time they lay was dedicated to S. Frodswicke, which hath the day after Saint Luke the Enangelist: I entering in, perceived it was a chartiable Chapel, for the doors and windows were always open, by reason there were none to shut, and it was a common receptacle for Beggars and Rogues. There was the Image of our Lady with a veil over her, made as I think of a Bakers bolter, and Saint Peter holding a candle to her. I cut a piece of her Veil, and taking Peter by the hand at my departure, the kind Image (I know not upon what acquaintance) being lose handed, let me have his hand with ●ntc, which being made of wood, by reason of ruinous antiquity, burst off in the handling: which two precious relics I brought home with me to defend me and all my friends from Sparrow-blasting.  
From this place we were glad to travail on foot 1. Dutch mile to a Dorp called Durfurne, where we hired a Boor's Wagon to a Town called Neinburgh, but we could not reach thither by 2. English miles, so that we were glad to lodge in a Barn that night: on the morrow early we arose & came to Neinburgh, which is a little walled town, belonging to that Bishopric from whence it is so named. There we stayed 3. hours before we could get a Wagon, at last we were mounted to a Dorp called Leiz, 2. Dutch miles; I would have bargained with the Boor to have carried us to Dorne, which I bade my guide tell him it was but a mile further, a mile quoth the Boor, indeed we call it no more, but it was measured with a Dog, and they threw in the tail and all to the bargain; so to Leize he carried us, and there we found a Wagon of Dorne homeward bound, which made us ride the cheaper; but it was the longest mile that ever I road or went, for surely it is as much as some ten of out miles in England. But having overcome it at last, from thence I took a fresh Wagon to carry me two miles further to a town called Buckaburgh, where I had, and have I hope, a Brother residing; to whom my journey was intended, and with whom my perambulation was at a period. This town of Buckaburgh is wholly and solely belonging to the Graff or Grave of Shomburgh, a Prince of great command and eminence, absolute in his authority and power, not countermanded by the Emperor, or any other further than coutesie requires; and in a word, he is one of the best accomplished Gentlemen in Europe for his person, port, and Princely magnificence.  
He hath there to his inestimable charge, built the Town, with many goodly Houses, Streets, Lanes, a strong wall, and a deep ditch, all well furnished with munition and Artillery, with a band of Soldiers which he keepeth in continual pay, allowing every man a Doller a Week, and double apparel every year. Besides, he hath built a stately Church, being above 120. steps to the Roof, with a fa●e pair of Organs, a curious carved Pulpit, and all other Ornaments belonging to the same. His own Palace may well be called an earthly Paradise, which if I should run into praise of the description of, I should bring my wits into an intricate Labyritch, that I should hardly find the way ou●, yet according to the imbecility of my memory I will only touch a little at the shadow of it, and let the substance stand where it doth.  
At the front or outward gate is a most stately Arch, upon the top whereof is erected the image of Envy, (as great as a de ny Coloss ●●) between two Dragons, all guilt with gold, before the gate is an iron grate to open and that as it were of flowers or work of E 〈…〉, at which gate stands always a C●●●rt of Guard, and a Sentinel. and at the Lower part of the Arch is the Prince's title or in Capital Letters as followeth; ERNESTUS DEIGRATIA, COMES HOLST, Scomburgh, Sternburgh, etc.  
After I was entered within the outward gate, I was showed his stables, where I saw very fair and goodly horses, both for war and other v●es, amongst the rest there was one naturally spotted like a Leopard or Panther, and is called by the name of Leopard, a stately courageous beast, and so form as If Nature had laid all her cunning aside, only to compose that Horse, and indeed I must acknowledge he was made for the Service of some great Prince, and not for any inferior Person.  
Passing further, I came to another Court of Guard, and over a Draw bridge, into the inner Court, where on the right hand, I was conducted into the Chapel, in which Chapel, if it were possible that the hand of mortal men (with artificial workmanship) could visibly set forth the magnificent glory of the immortal Creator, then absolutely there it is, but being impossible so to do, (as near as I can) I will describe it; the pavement is all of black and grey marble, curiously wrought with Chequer-worke, the S●ats and Pues are carved wainscot of wonderful cunning and workmanship ● the roof is adorned with the statues of Angel and Cherubins, many in num●●●, all so richly guilded, as it Gold were as pentifull as pewter, there could not be more liberality bestowed: beside there are a fair set of Organs, with a brau: sweet Choir of Quiristers: so that when they f●g, the Lures, Viols, Bandoraes', O gans, Recorders, S●gbuts, and other musical instruments, all strike up together, with such a glorious delicious harmony, as if the Angelical music of the Sphea ●● were descended into that earthly Tabernacle. The Prince himself is a Protest●●●●, very zealous in his Prayer, and diligent in his attention to the Preacher, who although I understood not, yet I perceived he was a good D●●ine, who gravely and sincerely with reverence and eloquent elocution, delivered the bread of life to the understanding Auditors.  
In this Town I ●●● with my brother from Saturday the la●●o August, till the Thursday following which was the fifth of September. When I was conducted an English ●●●● on my way by certain of my Country men my Lords Musicians, where we drank and parted, only my Brother and my Guide brought me that night to a strong walled Town called M●nden, which standeth on the River o● Weazar, and belongeth to the Bishop of that See. O● the morrow I walked to see the Town, where I bought thirty fi●e C●eeses for eight pence, which I brought into England for raritres pence, and a yarda●la halt of padding for five So about noon we took a Boat to pass down the River, which boat is much longer than any Western Barge, but nothing near so broad, it was half laden with Lime and Cnalke, and by reason the W●●blew hard, we were almost choked with ●● flying and scattering of that dostie commodity. Besides the Water was so shallow, that we ran a ground three or four times, and sometimes an hour, sometimes less before we could get a float again: which made me and my Guide go a shore at a Village called Peterhaghen, where we hired a Wagon to Leize, where we stayed all night, (being come into our old way again) where were a crew of strolling Rogues and Whores that took upon them the name of Egyptians, juglets, and Fortune-tellers, and indeed one of them held the Goodwise with a tale, the whilst another was picking her chest, and stole out ten dollars which is forty shillings, and she that talked with her looked in her hand, and told her that if she did not take great heed she knew by her Art that some mischance was near her: which proved true, for her money was gone, the whilst her fortune was telling.  
But I appointed a Wagon over night to be ready by three of the Clock in the morning, when I arose and applied my travail so hard by changing fresh Wagons, so that that day I came as fare as Rodenburgh, which was nine Dutch miles, where I stayed that night: The next day being Sunday the eighth of Semptember, we took Wagon towards Buckstahoo, we had a merry Boor, with an hundred tatters about him; and now I think it fit a little to describe these Boors, their natures, habits, and unmannerly manners. In our English tongue the name Boar or Boor doth truly explain their Swinish condition, for most of them are as full of humanity as a Bacon-hog, or a Boar, and their wives as cleanly and courteous as Sows. For the most part of the men they are clad in thin buckram, unlined, bare legged and foored, neither band nor scarce shirt, no woollen in the world about them, and thus will they run through all weathers for money by the Wagons side, and though no better apparelled, yet all of them have Houses, Land, or manual means to live by. The substantial Boors I did meet above 120. of them that Sunday, with every one a Hatchet in his hand, I mused at it, and thought they had been going to fell Wood that day, but my Guide told me they were all going to Church, and that instead of Cloaks they carried Hatchets, and that it was the fashion of the Country: whereupon it came to my mind. Cloak, quasi Cleave-oake, ergo the Boors wear Hatchets in steed of Cloaks.  
There are other fashion Boors, who wear white Linen breeches as close as lrish iouze●, but so long, that they are turned up at the shoe in a role like a Maid's sleeves at the hand, but what these fellows want in the bigness of their Hose, they have in Doublets, for their sleeves are as big as Breeches, and the bodies great enough to hold a Kinderkin of beer, and a barrel of Butter.  
The Country is very full of Woods, and especially Oaks, which they very seldom cut down, because of the Mast for their Swine, which live there in great abundance. If any man be slain or murdered in the way, they use to set up a wooden Cross in the place, for a memorial of the bloody fact committed there, and there were many of those wooden Crosses in the way as I travailed.  
They seldom have any Robbery committed amongst them, but there is a murder with it, for their unmannerly manner is to knock out a man's brains first, or else to lurk behind a Tree, and shoot a man with a piece or a Pistol, and so make sure work with the passenger, and then search his pockets.  
It is as dangerous to steal or killan Hare in some places there, as it is to rob a Church or kill a man in England, and yet a two penny matter will discharge the offender, for the best and the worst is but an Halter; and I was informed that an English Merchant (not knowing the danger) as he was riding on the way, having a piece charged in his hand (as it is an ordinary weapon to travail with there) by chance he espied an hare, and shot at her and killed her; but he was apprehended for it, and it was like to have ecst him his life; but before he got out of the trouble, he was fain to use his best friends and means, (and pleading ignorance for his innocency, at last with the loss of a great deal of liberty, and five hundred pound in money he was discharged: The reason of this strict course is, because all the Hares in the Country do belong to one Lord or other, and being in abundance, they are killed by the owner's appointment, and carried to the markets by Cartloads, and sold for the use of the honourable owners: And no Boor or Tenant that dwells in those parts where those Hares are plenty, must Keep a Dog, except he pay five shillings a year to the Lord, or else one of his fore feet must be cut off, that he may not hunt Hares.  
A Man is in almost as high proportion to be a ●naue in England, as a Knight in Germany, for there a Gentleman is called a Youngcur, and a Knight is but a Youngcurts man, so that you shall have a scurvy Squire command a Knight to hold his stirrup, pluck off his boots, or any other unknightly piece of service: and verily I think there are an 100 several Princes, Earls, Bishops, and other Estates, that do every one keep a mint, and in their own names stamp Money, Gold, Silver and Brass, and amongst 23. two pences which I had of their brass money, (which they call Grushes) I had 13. several coins.  
Many more such worthic injunctions and honourable ordinances I observed, which are hardly worth pen and ink the describing, and therefore I omit them, and draw toward an end, for on the Wednesday morning I was at an anchor at Stoad, and on the Friday night following I was (by God's gracious assistance) Landed at London. So that in three weeks and three days I sailed from England to Hamburgh and back again, staying in the Country 17. days, and travailed 200. miles by Land there: gathering like a busy Bee all these honeyed observations, some by sight, some by hearing, some by both, some by neither, and some by bare supposition.   
FINIS   

TAILORS TRAVELS TO PRAGVE IN BOHEMIA.  

Reader, take this in your way.  
A Pamphlet (Reader,) from the Press is hurled,  
That hath not many fellows in the world:  
The manner's common, though the matter's shallow,  
And 'tis all true, which makes it want a fellow.  
ANd because I would not have you either gulled of your money, or deceived in expectation, I pray you take notice of my plain dealing, for I have not given my book a swelling bombasted title, or a promising inside of news; therefore if you look for any such matter from hence, take this warning, hold fast your money; and lay the book down yet if you do buy it (I dare presume) you shall find somewhat in it worth part of your money, the ●roth is that I did chief write it, because I am of much acquaintance, and cannot pass the streets, but I am continually stayed by one or other, to know what news, so that sometimes I am four hours before I can go the length of two pair of Butts, where such nonsense or senseless questions are propounded to me, that calls many seeming wise men's wisdoms in question, drawing aside the curtains of their understanding, and laying their ignorance wide open. First john Easie takes me, and holds me fast by the fift half an hour; and will needs torture some news out of me from Spinola, whom I was never near by 500. miles; for he is in the Phllatinate Country, and I was in Bohemia I am no sooner eased of him, but Gregory Gandergoose an Alderman of Gotham, catches me by the goll demanding if Bohemia be a great Town, and whether there be any meat in it, and whether the last fleet of ships be arrived there: his mouth being stopped a third examines me boldly, what news from Vienna, where the Emperor's Army is, what the Duke of Bavaria doth, what is become of Count Buquoy, how sares all the Englishmen; Where lies the King of Bohemiaes' forces, what Bethlem Gabor doth, what tidings of Dampeier, and such a tempest of inquisition, that it almost shakes my patience in pieces. To ease myself of all which, I was enforced to set pen to paper, and let this poor Pamphlet (my herald or nuntius travail and talk, whilst I take my ease with silence. Thus much I dare affirm, that whosoever he or they be, that do scatter any scandalous speeches against the plenty in Bohemia of all manner of needful things for the sustenance of man and beasts, (of the which there is more abundance than ever I saw in any place else) or whatsoever they be that report any ill success on the King's party, this little book, and I the Author, doth proclaim and prove them false Liars, and they are to be suspected, for coining such falsehoods as no well willers to the Bohemian prosperity. One thing I must entreat the Readers patience in reading one hundred lines: wherein I have kept a filthy stir about a beastly fellow, who was at my going from England a piece of a Graves' end Constable) at which time he did me such wrong, as might have drawn my life in question; for he falsely said that I would have fired their Town. I did promise him a jerk or two of my pen at my return; which now I have performed, (not out of any malice, but because I would be as good as my word with him.) Thus craving you to read if you like, and like as you lift. I leave you a Book much like a prattling Gossip, full of many words to small purpose.  
Yours, as you are mine, JOHN TAYLOR.   

TAILOR'S TRAVELS From the City of LONDON in England, to the City of PRAGVE in Bohemia. WITH The manner of his abode there three Weeks, his Observations there, and his return from thence. AS ALSO, How he passed 600. Miles down the River of Ell, through Bohemia, Saxony, Anhalt, the Bishopric of Magdenburg, Brandenburg, Hamburgh, and so to England. With many Relations worthy of note.  

I Came from Bohem, yet no news I bring,  
Of business 'twixt the Keysar and the King:  
My Muse dares not ascend the lofty stairs  
Of state, or write of Princes great affairs.  
And as for news of battles, or of War,  
Were England from Bohemia thrice as far:  
Yet we do know (or seem to know) more here  
This was, is, or will be ever known there.  
At Ordinaries, and at Barbar-shops,  
There tidings vented are, as thicks as hops,  
Hyu many thousand such a day were slain,  
What men of more were in the battle ta'us,  
When, where; and how the bloody fight begun,  
And ●●● such scences, and such Towns were won;  
How so and so the Armies bravely met.  
And which side glorious victory did get:  
The month, the weeks, the day, the very hours,  
And ●●●, they did oppose each others power,  
These things in England, prating fools d'ye chatter,  
When all Bohemia knows of no such matter.  
For all this Summer that is gone and passed,  
Until the first day of October last.  
The armies never did together meet,  
Nor scorce their eyesight did each other greet:  
The fault is neither in the foot or horse,  
Of the right valiant brave Bohemian force,  
From place to place they daily seek the foe,  
They march and remarch, watch, ward, ride, run, go,  
And grieving so to waste the time away,  
Thirst for the hazard of a glorious day.  
But still the Enemy doth play boe peep,  
And thinks it best in a whole skin to sleep,  
For neither martial policy, or might,  
Or any means can draw the foe to fight:  
And now and then they conquer, speele and pillage,  
Some for thatched houses, or some pelting Village:  
And to their trenches run away again,  
Where they like Foxes in their holes remain,  
Thinking by lingering out the wars in length,  
To weaken and decay the Beamish strength.  
This is the news, which now I mean to books,  
He that will needs have more, must needs go look.  
Thus leaving wars, and matters of high state.  
To those that dare, and knows how to relate,  
I'll only write, how I passed here and there.  
And what I have observed every where,  
I'll truly write what I have heard and eyed,  
And those that will not so be satisfied,  
I (as I meet them) will some tales device,  
And fill their ears (by word of mouth) with lies:   

THe Mouth that bears a mighty Emp'rers name,  
(Augustus bite) I passed down the stream,  
Friday the fourth, just sixteen hundred twenty  
Full Moon, the sign in Pisees, that time went I;  
The next day being Saturday, a day,  
Which all Great Britain well remember way,  
When all with thankes do annually combine,  
Vntoth ' Almighty majesty divine,  
Because that day in a most happy season,  
Our Sovereign was preserved from Gouties' treason;  
Therefore to Church's people do repair,  
And offer sacrifice of praise and prayer,  
With Bells and be●fires, every town addressing.  
And to our gracious King their loves expressing,  
On that day, when in every nook and angle,  
Fa●gets and banins smoked, and bells did ●angle:  
Only at Graves' end, (why I cannot tell)  
There was no spark of fire, or sound of bell,  
Their ●eepls, (like an instrument unstrung,)  
Seemed (as I wish all scolds) without a tongue.  
Their bonfires colder than the greatest frost,  
Or chiller than their charities (almost)  
Which I perceiving, said, I much did muse,  
That Gravesend did forget the thankful use,  
Which all the towns in England did observe;  
And cause I did the King of Britain serve.  
I and my fellow, forour Master's sake.  
Would (near the water side) ab●fire make;  
With that a Scotchman, Tompson by his name.  
Bestowed four forgets to increase the flame,  
At which to kindle all a Gravesend Baker.  
Bestowed his baui●e, and was our partaker:  
We eighteen feet from any house retired,  
Where we a jury of good Faggots fired,  
But e'er the flames or scarce the smoke began,  
There came the fearful shadow of a man.  
The Ghost or Image of a Constable,  
Whose frantic actions (downright dance-stable.)  
Armed out of France and Spain with Bacchus' bounty:  
(Of which there's plenty in the Kentish County)  
His addle coxcombs with tobacco puffed  
His guts with ●●● full bombasted and stuffed,  
And though half blind, yet in a looking glass,  
He could perceive the figure of an Ass:  
And as his slavering chaps none since did flutter,  
His breath (like to a jakes) a ●●● did utter,  
His legs indenting scarcely could bear up,  
His drunken trunk (o'er charged with many a cup)  
This riff raff rubbish that could hardly stand,  
(Having a staff of office in his hand.)  
Came to us as our fire began to smother,  
Throwing some faggots one way, some another,  
And in the King's name did first break the peace.  
Commanding that our banfire should succease,  
The Scotchman angry as this rudeness done,  
The scatlered faggots be again laid on:  
Which made the ●●my Constable go to him,  
And punch him on the breast, and outrage do him:  
At which a cuff or twain were given, or lent.  
About the ears (which neither did content.)  
But then to be are bow fearful, be ass braid,  
With what a hideous noise be howld for aid,  
That all the ●●● in Gravesend, in one hour,  
Turned either good, bad, strong, small, sweet, or sour:  
And then a kenuell of incarnate curs,  
Hanged on poor Thompson no like so many burrs;  
Haling him up the dirty streets, all foul.  
(Like Devils pulling a condemned foul)  
The jailor (like the grand denned) gladly sees.  
And with an itching hope of ●●●s and fees,  
Thinking the Constable and his sweet self.  
Might drink and quaff with that ill gotten pelf  
For why such beunds as these, may if they will,  
Under the show of good, turn good to ill,  
And with authority the peace first break,  
With Lordly domineering ●●● the weak,  
Committing (oft) they care not whom or why,  
So they may exercise themselves thereby.  
And with the jailor share both fee and fine,  
Drowning their damned gain in smokes and wine:  
Thus hiredings Constables, and jailors may,  
Abuse the King's liege people night and day,  
I say they may. I say not they do so,  
And they know best of they do so or no,  
They haled poor Thompson all along the street,  
Tearing him that the ground scarce touched his feet,  
Which be perceiving did request them cease  
Their rudeness, vowing he would go in peace,  
He would with quietness go where they would,  
And prayed them from his throat to lose their held,  
Some of the to townsmen did entreat them there,  
That they their barbarous baseness would forbear,  
But all entreaty was like oil to fire,  
Not quenched but more inflamed the scurvy Squire,  
Then they fresh began to bale and tear,  
(Like mungre●● Mastiffs on a little Bear.)  
Leaving kind Thompson neither foot or fist,  
Nor any limb or member to resist.  
Who being thus apprest with eds and might.  
Most valiant with his teeth, began to bite,  
Some by the fingers, others by the thumbs,  
He fanged within the cercust of his gums;  
Great pity's was his chaps did never close,  
On the half Constables, cheeks, ears, or nose:  
His service had deserved reward to have,  
If he had marked the peasant for a Knave:  
Yet all that labour had away been thrown,  
Through town and Country he's already known:  
His prisoner he did beat, and spurned and kicked,  
He searched his pockets, (I'll not say he picked)  
And finding as he said no many there,  
To hear how then the Bellweather did swear,  
And almost tearing Thompson into quarters,  
Bound both his hands behind him with his garters,  
And after in their rude robustians rags,  
Tide both his feet, and cast him in the Cage,  
There all night be remained in louzis litter,  
Which for the Constable had been much fit,  
Or for some vagabond (that's sprung from Caine.)  
Some Rogue orrunnagate, should there have lain,  
And not a Gentleman that's well descended,  
That did no hurt, nor any harm intended:  
But for a bonfire in sit time and place,  
Tobee abused and used thus beastly base,  
There did I leave him tell the merrow day,  
And how be scaped their hands I cannot say.  
This piece of Officer, this nasty parch,  
(Whose understanding sleeps out many a Watch)  
●like a a town bull, roaring up and down,  
Saying that we had meant to fire the town;  
And thus she Devil his Master did device,  
To baulster out his late abuse with lies,  
So all the street down as I passed along,  
The people all about me in a throng.  
Calling me villain, traitor, rogue and thief,  
Saying that I to fire their town was chief.  
There ●● wrongs as patiented as I might,  
Vowing my pen should ease me when I writ;  
Like to a grumbling cur, that sleeps on hay,  
Eats none himself, drives other beasts away.  
So this same fellow would not once express,  
Unto his Prince, a subject's joyfulness,  
But cause we did attempt at (as you see)  
Himrssoned Thompson, and thus slandered me.  
Thus having cased my much inceused muse.  
I crave the reader this one fault excuse,  
For having urged his patience all this some.  
With such a scar●y Subject and warse rims;  
And thou Graves-endian officer take this,  
And the ●●● thyself, for all that written is.  
'Tis not against the towns this tale I tell,  
(For sure there doth some honest people dwell,)  
But against thee thou Fiend is shape of man,  
By whom this beastly outrage first began,  
Which I could do no less but let thee know,  
And pay thee truly w●at I long did owe,  
And now all's even betwixt thou and I,  
Then farewell and be hanged, that's twice God bwye.   
The first letters of his names are R L and his full name being ●●agramatiz'd is a A Trobeler, a trobeler he was to me, and so, I fear he hath been to my Reader.   

Sunday the 26. August of we set sail from Graus end, and with various win les same large and some scarce, we happily past the Seas, and layled up the River of Maze, by the Brill, and on the Wednesday following I arrived at Rotterdam in Holland, at which time the worthy Regiment of the right honourable Colonel Sir Horace veer, and the two noble Earls O Essex, and Oxford departed from thence in Mar●●ll Equipage toward the Pallatinate Country, whose Heroic, and Mignanimous endeavours, I beseech the Lord of Hosts, and God of battles to direct and bless.  
The same day I went to the Hage, and from thence to Leiden, where I lodged all night, and the morrow being Thursday the 30. of August, I sailed from Leyden to Amsterdam, where I saw many things worthy the noting, but because they are so near and frequent to many of our Nation, I omit to relate them, to avoid tediousness: but on the Friday at night I got passage from thence toward Hambrogh, in a small hoy, in the which we were weatherbeaten at Sea three days and nights before we arrived there.  
Saturday the eighth of September I left Hambrogh, and being carried day and night in Wagons, on the Monday night following I came to an ancient town called Heldeshim, it standeth in Brunswick Land, and yet it belongeth to the Bishop o● Collen, where I did observe in their Doom Kirke, or Cathedral Church, a Crown of silver 80. foot in Compass, hanged up in the body of the Church, in the circuit of which crown were placed 160. wax Candles, the which at Festival days, or at the celebration of some high Ceremonies are lighted to lighten their darkness or their ignorance, choose ye whether.  
Moreover, there I saw a silver Bell in their Steeple, of thirty pound weight, and the Leads of their steeple shining and sparkling with the Sun beams, they did affirm to me to be gold, the truth of which I am doubtful of.  
In this town I stayed four days and on Friday the 14. of September, I went six Dutch miles to the strong town of Brunswick, where by reason of my short stay which was but two hours, I observed nothing worthy of memory, but their triple Walls, and double Ditches, there artillery and fortifications, which they think to be impregnable; beside, there I saw an old house of the Duke of Brunswick, with the statue of a golden Lion, of a great bigness, standing aloft upon a Pillar, with the broken Walls, and houses, which the Duke's Canon hath left there six years since, as tokens and badges of his fury, and their rebellion.  
From thence on the morrow, I went one Dutch mile further, to an ancient town called Wolfunbottle, where the Duke of Brunswick keeps his Court, in the which I and my fellow could get no further admittance, then over a bridge into his outtermost, or base Court; for his Soldiers seeing us with Swords and Pistols, were fearful, belike, that we would have taken the fortress from them, and therefore though we were but two Englishmen, yet they durst not let us enter; which made me call to remembrance the frequent, and daily Egress and Regress, that all people have to his Majesty's Court of Great Britain, where none that are of any good fashion and aspect, are debated entrance: when those inferior Princeshouses are guarded with hungry Halberdiers, and rewrend rusty billmen, with a brace or two of hot-shots; so that their Palaces are more like Prisons, than the free and Noble Courts of Commanding Potentates.  
After two days entertainment at Wolfunbotle, with an English Merchant residing there, of good fame and credit, named Master Thomas Saekuile, I with my brother, my fellow Tilbery, and another man in my company, departed thither on foot onward on our journey towards Bohemia, in which travail, what occurrences happened, and what things of note I saw, were as followeth.  
Passing with many weary steps through the towns of Rosondink, Remling, Soulem, Hassen, Darsam, and Haluerstadt, (which is all in Brunswick land,) but this town of Haluerstadt belongs to a Bishop so styled, who is Duke Christian brother to the now Duke of Brunswick, a long Dutch mile (or almost six English) is a small town or a Blecke called Groaning belonging to the Duke, in the which place I observed two things worthy of remembrance.  
First a most stately Palace built with a beautiful Chapel, so adorned with the Images and Forms of Angels and Cherubins, with such exquisiteness of arts best industry of carving, graving, guilding, painting, glazing and paving, with such superexcellent workmanship of Organs, Pulpit, and Font, that for curiosity and admirable rareness, all the Buildings and Fabrics that ever I beheld, must give it pre-eminence. I confess that Henry the sevenths' Chapel at Westminster, King's College Chapel in Cambridge, and Chaste Church in Canterbury, are beyond it in height and workmanship of stone ● for indeed this Chapel is most of wood gipps, and plaster of Paris; but it is so guilded as if it had been made in the golden age, when gold was esteemed as Dross, so that a man had need to wear a veil over his dazzling eyes, or else he can hardly look upon it.  
The carving and painting seem to out go the arts of Pygmalion, Apelles, or Praxiitles, the paving of the checkered black and white marble, and the windows glassed with Crystal: but all this great cost and show is very little to the honour of God, or the propogation of the Gospel, the edification of the ignorant. For in this Church of case, there is no Service. If the painted Pulpit could preach, the dumb Images might (perhaps) have a Sermon now and then, for scarce at any time there comes any body into the Chapel, but a fellow that shows the beauty of it for two pence or three pence a piece.  
In the same house, in a place or Cellet built of purpose, is a great ton or Vessel of wood, that was 7. years in making, & was used to be filled with Rhenish wine: it is said to be twice as big as the vessel at Heidelberg, and the hoops of it are twelve inches thick, and the staffs or border of it being as much; I went up to the top of it with a Ladder of 18. steps, he that keeps it faith it will hold 160. tons. My fellow Tilbery did creep in at the tap hole; it is in length thirty two foot, and in breadth a cross 19 and verily I think that babble cost more money the making, then would have built a good ship, or founded an Alms house for 6. poor people.  
This is a Tub of Tubs, Tub of Tubs hall,  
Who ne'er had fellow yet nor ever shall;  
O had but Diogenes but had this a tun,  
He would had thought that he more room had won,  
Then Alexander's Conquests, or the bounds,  
Of the vast Ocean and the solid grounds.  
Or had Cornelius but this tub, to drench  
His Clients that had practised too much French,  
A thousand hogsheads then would haunt his sirkin,  
And Mistress Minks recover her lost mirkin.  
This mighty Cask great Bacchus used to stride,  
When he to drunkard's hall did often ride.  
And in this barrel he did keep his Court,  
●●●ng himself in Rhenish f●rd sport.  
But now these eight years it hath dry been kept;  
In it the wine God hath not p●st or wept;  
That now the Chapel, and the Cask combine,  
One hath no preaching, t'other hath no wine.  
And now the use they put it to is this,  
Tisshewed for money, as the Chapel is.  
From Groaning we travailed to a Town called Ashers Leavens, to Ashleaven, to Kinderne, to Hall, and so to Le pzig, which is one of the chiefest towns in Saxony, being famous for a yearly Mart that is yearly held there, where to Merchants and other people from the most part of Christendom have annual concourse: in this town we stayed two days, and taking our leave then of some English Merchants, who used us kindly, we there would havehired a coach or waggon to Prague; but all the Saxen coach men and carters were afraid to look upon any part of Bohemia, because their Duke is a professed enemy in arms against the King of Beam, so that we were forced to hire a fellow with a wheel barrow 2. days to carry our cloaks, swords, guns, pistols, & other apparel & luggage which were our necessaries, to a town called Boorne, to Froburge and so to another town called Penigh, where we cashiered our one wheeled coach, & hired a cart with two, which carried both us and our baggage to Chemnizt another town in Saxony, from whence to a place called Shop we were fain to be our own sumpter horses walking on foot to the last town in Saxony, called Marienberg. From thence passing up and down inaccessible mountains, we came to a wood, which parts Bohemia from Saxony on the west; which wood is c●●led by the people of those parts the Beamer Wolts or Wolt, and is in breadth ten English miles, and in length further than I know how to describe truly: but this much of it I dare aff●●●, that it is a natural impregnable wall to the kingdom of Bohem, which kingdom is all encompassed round with woods and mountains, so that there is no passage on that side of it, for any army to enter into it with munition and artillery, all the ways being uneven, and the mountain tops all bogs, mosses, and quagmires, that great Ordnance or any heavy carriage either of horse, cart or waggon, with s●●ke and be lost. Besides, there are numbers past numbering of Fir trees, many standing, and such store fallen of themselves, that any passage might easily be stopped by laying them cross the way. And of all my journey, the travel through that dismal wood was the most heavy unto me, for the trees grew so thick, and so high, that the S●● was obscured, and the day seemed ●igh●; in some places, the way paved with swimming trees 2. miles together on the tops of Hills, which now and then I st●pping beside, sunk to middle in a Q●g●nire.  
When we had thus footed it, and travailed past the hills & woods, (being at the least 4. hours' toil) and that we might look down the mountains, into the fruitful Land of Bohem, never did sight more rejoice us, the lower Hills being all full of Vineyards and the Val●yes corn and pasture; not an English mile distance, but a village every way; and 20.30. or 40. recks or stacks of corn which their barns cannot hold, in the space of every hour's journey: in a word, every thing that belonged to the use and commodity of man was and is there, and all the delightful objects to satisfy every sense, is there abundantly so that nature seemed to make that Country her store house or granary, for there is nothing wanting, except men's gratitude to God for such blessings. The first night we lodged there at a pretty town called Comoda, which town, by negligence and occasion of fire, had fifty houses burnt, two days before our coming thither, it being eleven Dutch miles from Pragus. There we hired a waggon 7 dutch miles to a town called Slowne from whence we walked on foot along 16. English miles to Prague, which long looked for City we could not see until we came within an hours travel of it: within half a dutch mile is a fearful place, being frequented with inhuman and barbarous murderrers, that assault travellers, first shooting and murdering them, & after searching their pockets, where if they have money or not, all is one, it is but so many slain: for these villains have a wood and a deep valley to shelter themselves in, that they are hardly taken afterwards; but if they chance at any time to be but apprehended, they are racked & tortured to make them confess, & afterwards their executions are very terrible, But (I thank God) we passed that place, & many other as dangerous as that, where some were rob & murdered (as report told us) both before, us behind us, and on each side: and we saw in our journey above. score Gallows and wheels, where thiefs were hanged some fresh, and some half rotten, & the carcases of murderers, broken limb after limb on the wheels; and yet it was our happiness only to see the dead villains, & escape the living. I came into Prague on Thursday the 7. of September, whither if I had come but the Friday before, I had seen a most fearful execution of a notorious offenders, the manner how, with their faults, as it was truly related to me by English Gent. that saw it: I think it not much impertinent to relate. The one of them being taken, apprehended and racked, for ripping up a live woman with child, & for taking the infant out of her body, did sow a living puppy into her belly; all which he confessed he did, to make properties for witch craft: and being further tortured, he confessed when and where he had committed 35. murders more: the other in respect of him was but a petty offender, for he in all his life-time had murdered but 14. For the which execrable facts, their deserved executions were as followeth: First, they were brought out of the jail naked from the girdle upward; and so being bound fast on high in a Cart, that the spectators might see them; then the Hangman having a pan of coals near him, with red hot pincers nipped off the nipple of one breast; then he took a knife and gives him a flash or cut down the back on one side from the shoulder to the waist; and presently gave him such another flash, three inches from the first, then on the top he cut the flashes into one; and presently taking pincers, took hold of the cross cut, & tore him down like a Girse below the middle, letting it hang down behind him like a belt: after which he took his burning pincers, & plucked of the tops of his fingers of one hand: then passing to another place of the Town, his other nipple was plucked off, the other side of his back so cut and mangled, (which they call by the name of rimming, (if it had been rhyming, I would never have written but in prose) his other fingers nipped off, then passing further all his toes were nipped off with the burning pincers, after which he was enforced to come out of the Cart, and go on foot up a steepehill to the Gallows, where he was broken with a wheal, alive, one bone after another, beginning at his legs and ending with his neck, and last of all quartered and laid on the wheel, on a high post, till Crows, Ravens, or consuming time consume him.  
This was the manner of both their executions, but I speak of the greatest murderer particularly, because it is reported that all these torments never made him once to change countenance, or to make any sign or action of grief, to call to God for mercy, or to entreat the people to pray for him; but as if be had been a senseless stock or stone, he did most scornafully, and as it were in disdain abide it; whilst the other villain did cry, roar, and make lamentation, calling upon God often; the difference was not much in their lives, and manner of their deaths, but I am persuaded the odds was great in their dying.  
The City of Prague is almost circular or round, being divided in the middle by the River of Moldove, over which is a fair stone Bridge, of 600. paces over, and at each and a strong gate of stone: there is said to be in it of Churches & Chapels, 150. for there are great numbers of Catholics, who have many Chapels dedicated to sundry Stis. and I was there at 4. senerall sorts of divine exercises, viz. at good Sermons with the Protestants, at Mass with the Papists, at a Lutherans preaching, & at the jews Synagog; 3. of which I saw & heard for curiosity, & the other for edification. The jews in Prague, are in such great numbers, that they are thought to be of men, women and children, betwixt 50. or 60000. who do all live by brocage and usury upon the Christians, and are very rich in money and jewels, so that a man may see 10. or 12. together of them, that are accounted worth 20.30 or 40000. l.a piece; and yet the slaves go so miserably attired, that 15. of them are not worth the hanging for their whole wardrobes.  
The Castle where the King and Queen do keep their Court, is magnificent and sumpruous in building, strongly situated and fortified ●●● by nature and art, being founded on a high ●●●, so that at pleasure it keeps the town in command, and it is much mere spacious in ●●●●● for receipt in Gardens & Orchards, than the Tower of London. I was in it daily the space of 20 days, and saw it royally graced with the presence of a gracious King & Queen, who were honourably attended by a gallant Courtly train of Lords and Ladies, and Gentles of the High Dutch and Bohemians, & where was free & boun●●●●● entertainment to strangers in abundance: I must ever humbly and thankfully acknowledge the Queen's Majesty's goodness towards me, whole undeserved favours were helpful unto me both there, and in my tedious journey homeward. Moreover there I saw (& had in mine arms) the King and Queen's youngest Son Prince Robert, who was borne there on the 16. of December last: a goodly child as ever I saw of that age, whom with the rest I pray God to bless; to his glory and his Parent's joy and comfort.  
There for a token I did think it meet,  
To take the shoes from off this Prince his feet:  
I do not say I stole, but I did take,  
And whilst I live, I'll keep them for his sake:  
Long may his Grace live to be styled a man,  
And then I'll steal his boots too, if I can.  
The shoes were upright shoes, and so was he  
That more them, from all harm upright and free:  
He used them for their use, and not for pride,  
He never wronged them, or e'er trod aside.  
Lambskin they were, as white as Innocence,  
(True patterns for the foot steps of a Prince,)  
And time will come (as I do hope in God)  
He that in childhood with these shoes was shod,  
Shall with his manly feet once trample down,  
All Antichristian foes to his renown.  
The City of Prague hath in it (by reason of the wars) thrice the number of its own Inhabitants, and yet for all that, victuals is in such great plenty, that six men cannot eat three half penny worth of bread, and I did buy in the Market a fat Goose well roast for the value of 9 pence English, and I and my brother have dined there at a Cooks with good roasted meat, bread & beer, so that we have been satisfied and left, for the va● of five pence: a good Turkey there may be bought for two shillings, and for fresh fish I never saw such store, for in one market day I have known in Prague 2000 Carp, besides other fishes, which Carp in London are five shillings a piece, & there they were for 8. pence or 10. pence at the most, so that one of their fresh fish markets here, were worth at the least 5. or 600. pounds, and as for all other manner of wild fowl, they are there in fatiety, besides their fruits are in such abundance, that I bought a basket of Grapes of the quantity of hall a peck for a penny and farthing, and a hatfull of fair Peaches for as much, pickled cowcombers I have bought a peck for three pence, and muskmellions, there hath been cast five or six ca●● load of them in one day to their hogs.  
As concerning the diet that is in the King's Armies, I could never yet hear any man complain of want, but that it is more plentiful then in the City, the greatest scarcity hath been to some sick soldiers, who being not able to march with the Leaguers (by reason of their weakness) they have been left amongst the Boors, or Husbandmen in the next villages, where their Languages not understood, their succour hath been but small, but for all this in the Camp hath ever been a continual cheapness of all things, the King most duly paying his Soldiers at the end of every month, having in his great Leaguer, under the conduct of the Princes of Hollock and Anhalt of foot and horse 43000. and at the least of carts and wagons to carry provision, and baggage for the Army, to the number of 18000. In his little Leaguer, under the leading of Count Mansfelt, there are of Foot and Horse 7000. beside Carts and Wagons for carriage, and yet for these great numbers of men and beasts, there is food in all abundance.  
In the Camp with Grave Mansfelt is the Britain Regiment under the Col. Sir Andrew Grace Knight, and in Prague I met with many worthy Gentlemen and Soldiers which were there sick, as the worthy Captain bushel, Lieutenant Grimes, Lieutenant Langworth, Ancient Galbreath, Ancient Vandenbrooke, Master Whitney Master blundel, and others, all which did most courteously entertain me, unto whom I must ever rest thankful, and they do affirm that now it hath it pleased God to grant their Soldier's recovery, that they do hope every Britain Soldier doth retain more good spirit, than three enemies of what nation soever.  
Thus having showed part of the best things in Bohemia, the Court and City of Prague, it shall not be amiss if I relate a little merrily, of some things there tolerable, some intolerable, some naught, and some worse than naught; for as every Rose hath a prickle, and every Be a sting, so no earthly Kingdom hath such perfection of goodness but it may be justly taxed with imperfections.  
PRague is a famous ancient, Kingly seat,  
In situation and in state complete,  
Rich in abundance of the earth's best treasure,  
Proud and high minded beyond bounds or measure,  
In Architecture stately; in Attire,  
Beizonians Ple●beians do aspire,  
To be apparelled with the stately port  
Of Worship, Honour, or the Royal Court;  
Their Coaches, and Caroches are so rise,  
They do attend on every tradesman's wife,  
Whose Husbands are but in a mean regard  
And get their living by the Ell or Yard,  
How ever their Estates may be defended,  
Their wives like demi Ladies are attended:  
I there a Chimney-sweepers wife have seen,  
Habilimented like the Diamond Queen,  
Most gaudy garish, as a fine Maid-marian,  
With breath as sweet as any sugar carrion,  
With satin cloak, lined through with budge, or sable,  
Or coney fur, (or what her purse is able)  
With velvet hood, with tiffanies, and purls,  
Rebatees. frizlings, and with powdered curls,  
And (lest her hue or sent should be attainted,)  
She's antidoted, well perfumed and painted,  
She's fured she's fringed. she's laced, and at her waist:  
She's with a massy chain of silver braced,  
She's yellow staached, and ruffed, and cuffed, and muffed,  
She's ringed, she's braceleted she's richly tuffed,  
Her petticoat, good silk as can be bought,  
Her smock about the tale laced round and wrought,  
Her gadding legs are finely Spanish booted,  
The whilst her husband like d a slave all sooted,  
Looks like A Courtier to infernal Pluto,  
And knows himself to be a base cornuto.  
Then since a man that life's by Chimney sweep,  
His wife so gaudy richly clad doth keep,  
Think then but how a Merchant's wife may go  
Or how a Burgamasters wife doth show;  
There (by a kind of topsy-turvy use,)  
The women wear the boots, the men the shoes,  
I know not ifs be profit or else pride,  
But sure theyare oftener ridden than they ride:  
These females seem to be most valiant there,  
Their painting shows they do no colours scare,  
Most Artlike plastring Nature's imperfections,  
With sublimated, white and red complexions;  
So much for Pride I have observed there,  
Their other faults, are almost every where.  
Thus having stayed in Prague almost 3 weeks, I returned from thence homeward, on Tuesday, the 26. of September, having in my company a widow (and four small children) whose Husband being an Englishman and the King's Brewer for Beer, deceased, and was buried there in Prague whilst I was there: the good desolate woman having received reward after seven year's Service there and at Heidelbergh, being desirous to return to her Country (England) came with us, with my brother, and my fellow Tilbery. We took two Coaches at the Castle of Prague, and in a day and half, we were carried 7. Dutch miles, to a Town in Bohemia (standing on the river of Ell) called Leutmeritz, at which town we all laid our monies together, and bought a boat of 48. foot in length, and not 3. foot in breadth, and because we did not know the river, we hired a Bohemian waterman to guide us 15. dutch miles, to the Town of Dreason in Saxony. But 4, miles short of that Town, which was the first Town in the Saxon Country, called Pirne, where we were stayed 5. hours without the Gates, till such time as the Burgamaster would be pleased to examine us: in the mean space our waterman (not daring to abide the terrible trial of examination, because the Duke of Saxon was in Arms against the King of Beam, he ran away, and left us to bring the boat down the river 600. English miles ourselves to Hamburgh  
But now to close up all, I will relate what rare diet, excellent cookery, and sweet Lodging we had in our journey in Germany: first, for our comfort, after very hard getting of houseroom our lodging was every night in straw, where lying together well littered, we honestly always left our sheets behind us: then at our suppers at a table square, and so broad, that two men can hardly shake hands over it, we being some twelve about it. Our first dish being a raw Cabbadge, of the quantity of half a peck, cut and chopped small, with the fat of resty bacon poured upon it in stead of oil, which dish must be emptied before we could get any more: Our second dish perhaps a peoke of boiled apples & honey, the Apples being boiled skins, cores, stalks & all: Thirdly 100 Gudgeons newly taken perhaps, yet as salt as if they had been three years pickled, or twice at the East jadies, boiled with scayles, guts and all, and buried in Ginger like sawdust: a fresh pike as salt as brine, boiled in flat milk, with a pound of Garlic. This was the manner of the most part of our diet; and if we did ask them why they did salt their meat so unreasonable, there answer was, that their beer could not be consumed, except their meat were salted extraordinarily.  
If a man find a fault or seem distasted with there beastly diet, he is in danger to be thrust out of doors, and take up his lodging in the streets, and in the conclusion when dinner or supper is ended, then comes mine Host, or his leather lipped Froe, with a saucy reekoning of what they please, which sounds in our ears like a harsh Epilogue, after a bad play; for what they say we must pay, their words are irrevocable (like the ancient Kings of Persia) and we must not question or ask how and how it can be so much, but pay them their demand without grumbling, to half a farthing.  
Which made me call to miad six several principals, that do belong to a traveller, as patience, silence, wariness, watchfulness and a good stomach, and a purse well moneyed; for if he want any one of these, (perhaps) the other five will never bring him to his journey's end. A man's patience must be such, that (though he be a Baron) he must bear all abuses, either in words, lodging, diet, or almost any thing, though offered from or by a souter, tinker, or a Merchant of tripes and turnips; his silence must be, that though he bear and understand himself wronged, yet he must be as dumb as a Gudgeon or a Wniting mop: and though his mouth be shut, his wariness must be such, that his ears must be ever open, to listen and overhear all danger that may be complotted against him, his wate●fulnesse must be so, that he must seldom sleep with both his eyes at once, lest his throat be cut before he wake again. But for his stomach, he must eat grass with a horse, and draff with the hogs, for he that cannot eat pickled herring broth, and dirty puddings, shall many times fast by authority, and go to bed without his supper: and last of all he must have Fortunatus or a Prince, his purse, that must be (like a Drunkard's dagger) ever drawn, to pay bountifully for such wash and grains, as his valiant stomach hath overcome, conquered and devoured; but of this a little in verse.  
Six things unto a Traveller belongs,  
An Ass' back, t' abide and bear all wrongs:  
A fishes tongue (mute) grudging speech forbearing.  
A Hearts quick ear all dangers over hearing,  
A dog's eyes, that must wake as they do sleep,  
And by such watch his corpses from peril keep.  
A swine's sweet homely taste that must digest  
All Fish, Flesh, Roots, Fowle, foul and beastly dressed;  
And last, he must have ever at his call  
A purse well lined with coin to pay for all.  
With this kind of lodging and dyet, and with tedious labour sometimes night and day; we came in 14. days 607. miles from Prague in Bohemia, to Hambrogh on the hither skirts of Germany, the River having above 1000 shelves and sands, and 800. Lands, so that a man cannot see on which side of them to go, there being 240. mills chained in boats on the first stream, and a number numberless of Oaks & other trees sunk with the violence of the River, and sometimes fogs & mists that we could not see a boats length from us: besides great Rocks, and stones that were fall'n into the water, that any or many of these impediments do often overthrew boats, & drown passengers; yet I, & my fellow Tilbery (we being both his Majesty's watermen) did by God's assistance safely escape them all, and brought ourselves, as is afore said, to Hamborogh, where being windebound 10. days, I thank the English Merchants, I was well welcomed, until a ●●st it pleased God, the wind came fair, I ●●oke ship, and after nine days and nights of various weather (I give praise to the Almighty) I came home to my house in London on Saturday the 28. of September, 1620.  
You that have bought this, grieve not at the cost,  
There's something worthy your noting, all's not lost,  
First half a Constable is well bombasted,  
If there were nothing else, your coins not wasted,  
Then I relate of hills, and dales, and downs,  
Of churches, Chapels, Palaces, and Towns,  
And then to make amends (although but small)  
I tell a tale of a great tub withal,  
With many a Gallows, gibbet and wheel ●●●●●  
Where murderers bones are broke from head to  
How rich Bohemia is in wealth and food,  
Of all things which for man or beast is good.  
How in the Court at Prague'a Princely place,  
A gracious Queen vouchsafed me to grace,  
How on the sixteenth day of August last,  
King Frederick to his royal Army passed,  
How fifty thousand were in arms arrayed,  
Of the King's force, beside the Hungarian aid,  
And how Bohemia strongly can appose,  
And cuff and curry all their daring foes.  
Then though no news of state may here be had,  
I know here's something will make good men glad,  
No bringer of strange tales I mean to be,  
Nor I'll believe none that are told to me   
FINIS.   

PRINCE CHARLES HIS WELL COME FROM SPAIN: Who Landed at Portsmouth on Sunday the 5. of October, and came safely to London on Monday the 6. of the same, 1623. WITH The Triumphs of LONDON for the same his happy Arrival. And the Relation of such Towns as are situate in the ways to take post-horse at, from the City of London to Dover: and from Calais through all France and Spain, to Madrid, to the Spanish-Court.  
AFter great Britain (overwhelmed with doubts, hopes, fears, and most careful, loving and dutiful jealousy) had dolourously drooped and mounted in a robe of melancholy 8. monethlong, for the absence our hopeful, unparaleld, & illustrious Prince Charles, each minute of whole unexpected and unthought of journey from hence, seeming a tedious torture to millions of loving and wel-wishing hearts, whose happy and wel-comes home doth like the radiant Sun expel all the dismal and moody clouds of grief and melancholy; to the universal joy of his Royal Father, and all his loyal Subjects, having passed so long and tedious a journey, so much change of air and varieties of diet, (preserved by the Almighty's especial providence) from all dangers and casualties that might any way impeach his Highness' health, or prejudice is Princely person, in any of his affairs.  
After his Highness' stay from the 7. of March with his Catholic Majesty at his Court at Madrid with the great and magnificent Entertainments, Feast, Maskings, Banquet, Hunt, Hawkings, and diures other royal pleasant, laudable, costly sumptuous, and manly disports, and exercises, wherewith the King, the Queen, the fair, virtuous and lovely Lady Maria, (the highborne Infanta) his highness having all the content and welcome which so potent a Monarch could any way express, or our gracious Prince expect: Then to ease our common grief, & to revive our half dead hopes, it pleased his grace to take his leave of Madrid & passingby easy journeys on his way, accompanied some partby the King after whose departure from his Highness was attended by certain of the Graundes of Spain, so that in 13. or 14. days space, his Highness came in perfect health to the Portof Saint Anderas, in the Province of Biscay, where when our English Fleet had knowledge of his long looked for and welcome coming, then did the hearts of every man leap within him for joy, their eyes overflowed with tears of loving and dutiful affection, their voices shooted with acclamations. The great Ordnance thundered and filled the earth & skies with loud rejoicings, the trumpets clangor pierced the welkin, the beaten drums rattled triumphantly, all manner of Instruments sounded melodiously, and to better and sweeten all the rest, his Highness' most graciously accepted their loves mutually and thankfully. But blustering Boreas, with his brother Eurus (the North and East wind) blew most stiffly and, churlishly detained our joy and happiness from us here in Britain. So that never any loving mother desired with more longing to see her hopeful Son, whose long absence had filled her with grief, than all the honest Inhabitants of this Kingdom did hunger and thirst to see or hear from their most hopeful and beloved Prince. With what greedy desire did many thousands (as it were) nail their eye sights daily upon Fanes, Weathercocks, the smoke of Chimneys, and the Racking of the Clouds; and for fifteen long days and nights, the thwartover and cross North and Easterly Wind blew us nothing but lengthening of our Sorrows, and delaying of our comforts, until at last on Friday the third of October last it pleased the great Archmaster of winds and Seas, to tutne the breath of Aeolus the way we most hearty prayed for: So that his Highness speedily taking advantage of this most happy and prosperous Gale; Anchors were soon weighed, Sails suddenly displayed and by the providence of the Almighty, and the diligent industry of the skilful Navigators and Martiners, his Highness' most safely Landed at Portsmouth in Hampshire, on Sunday the fifth of October, betwixt the hours of three and four in the afternoon, where he took Coach and came that night and Lodged near Guildford in Surrey, 25. miles from London, at the house of the Right Honourable the Lord Viscount Anuan's.  
The happy news of his Highness' most welcome arrival, was brought to London on Monday being the sixth of October, and shortly after the same morning he came in person himself, taking Barge at Lambeth with the Duke of Buckingham, followed by the Archbishop of Canterbury, and diverse other; whence he passed to Yorke-house, betwixt eight and nine of the clock, where he having taken some repast, he took Coach again to go towards his Royal Father, to rejoice his heart with his Princely presence.  
The joyful news of his happy return filled the whole Kingdom with excessive joy; first his most royal Father had a chief share in the comfort: Secondly, many of his good Servants, who were almost with grief for his long absence like so many bodies without life: but now they are all relieved by his welcome presence, with the spirits of mirth and alacrity. But the City of London, in expression of their loving duties, have spared for no cost, either general or particular.  
THe Bells proclaimed aloud in every Steeple,  
The joyful acclamations of the people.  
The Ordnance thundered with so high a strain,  
As if great Mars they meant to entertain.  
The Bonfires blazing, infinite almost,  
Gave such a heat as if the world did roast.  
True mirth and gladness was in every face,  
And healths ran bravely round in every place:  
That sure I think this sixth day of October  
Ten thousand men will go to bed scarce (etc.)  
This was a day all dedicated to Mirth,  
As 'twere our Royal CHARLES his second birth.  
And this day is a jewel well returned,  
For whom this Kingdom yesterday so mourned  
God length his days who is the cause of this,  
And make us thankful for so great a bliss.  
The whole day being spent thus in mirth, triumphs, and thanksgiving, wherein the people of all degrees, from the highest to the lowest, both rich and poor in London, Westminster, and the Suburbs, to their powers expressed their loves: that not so much but the four Elements, Fire, Water, Air, and Earth, seemed to applaud the celebration of this happy and welcome day, for the Heaven's most abundantly poured down a shower of rain of nine hours' continuance, which the dry and thirsty earth drank most greeddy or as I may say most lovingly, to the health of so joyful and auspicious a solemnity. The fire (or fires) in all places, Streets, Lanes, Courts, and Corners, (despite the Rain, or envying that it should quench the flaming ardency of its transcendent Love) ascended upwards in show of thankfulness: and the vast, empty, and subtle Air, was filled with the shours and acclamations of people, with the rejoicing noyles of Instruments, Ordnance, Muskets, Bells, Drums, and Trumpets. And further I heard it credibly reported, that there was one Bonfire made at the Guildhall in London, which cost one hundred pounds (belike it was some Logwood which was prohibited and unlawful to be used by Dyers and being forfeited, was ordained to be burnt in triumph:) But (as good cause we had) the day was commanded to be kept holiday, so that no shops were opened, no manner of work was done from morning to night, but carrying and recarying Wood to make Bonfires, ringing, filling & emptying of pots, tha●al seemed as if the world was newly preserved from some second Flood (as indeed our whole Kingdom was from a flood of grief) to the sale & happy haven of happiness.  
Moreover his Highness' happy and joyful coming on that day, was a putting off an execution which six men and two women condemned male factors were to suffer at Tyburn, whereby he was the most fortunate cause of their reprieves and saving, and a larger time of repentance to amend their iives.  
The very Vintners burned their bushes in Fleetstreet and other places, and their wine was burnt (all over London and Westminster) into all colours of the Rainbow, whole Pints, Quarts, Pottles, and Gallons, were made into Bonfires of Sack and Claret, whilst good fellows like loving Salamanders swallowed those liquid fires most sweetly and affectionately. But as concerning this fuel of Bacchus, a great many would not stay, or could not endure to see it burnt, and so devoured those French and Spanish Billets and Faggots raw, which afterwards being warmed with shooting, laughing, singing and Leaping, the heat burst out so hotly, that it appeared in many a high coloured face, till in the end the fire was quenched in the embers and ashes of sleep.  
And to the intent all estates should be merry, there were diverse Noblemen, Gentlemen, and other, that gave store of gold to the poor, some gave vessels of wine in the streets.  
Thu, was the whole day spent, till the dark night came, and then began the second part of England's joy: for the night's Love did as it were scorn to be outstripped with the day's affection and obedience. Amongst the rest, the Spanish Ambassadors, both at Exeter house in the Strand, and at Ely house in Holborn, did express their Loves by their charges and rejoicings.  
Then began a most merry and joyful confusion of Billets, Faggots, Bavins, and Logs, Baskets, buckets, and tubs were hotly and merrily consumed, Butts, Pipes, Hogsheads, Teirces, puncheons, Barrels, Kilderkins, Firkins, Ru●lets, and Dryfats most bravely blazed and suffered; Some in Smithfield burnt their old Coaches, (and I wish they had all been so well bestowed) washing bowls, and beetles went to wrack, old graters and stools were turned to ashes, mousetraps and tinder boxes came tolight, and he or she that had but four tokens or as much credit, committed their whole estate to fire and faggot; insomuch that Chandlers-shops and storehouses, were almost willingly emptied. But in Paul's Churchyard was exceeding benighted triumphs for on the cross round about were placed, on the batlements and on the top of it as many burning Links, as the Prince his Highness was years old: and in some good distance from the Cross, were two mighty bone fires; beside there was a cross of wood erected which extended into four branches, and upon every branch a pitch barrel was fastened, and one in the midst on the top, which made a brave show in the burning ● then were there Cr●ssit Lights, and most excellent fireworks, with squibs, cracker, rackets, which most delightfully flew, every way. And it is certain to be proved, that betwixt Paul's Churchyard and London bridge in the nearest way that could be gone, there were 108. Bonfires told, many of them having at least one Load of wood in each, some less: I speak not of oath Streets Lanes which are out of that way, besides the Strand, Westminster, and Holborn, with hundreds of places which I saw not.  
All these and much more was done here in London, Westminster, and the adjoining places, nor is it to be doubted but that all Cities, Towns, and Villages, will generally and particulary show their loving obedience and affections.  
Here is set forth the long and tedious journey, with the several stages or places where men take Post-horse quite through the Spacious Kingdom of France; and so throughout into Spain, to the City of Madrid, being in all 141. several stages or PosteTowns, some 8, some 10.12. or 16. miles from each other, being in all about 1100. miles.  

London  
Saint Leu  
Darford  
Lufarder  
Rochester  
Escoven  
Sittingbourne  
Saint Dennis  
Canterbury  
PARISH  
Dover  
La Burlarayur  
CALAIS  
Longuemeaux  
Le Bison  
Chator  
Marquessa  
Bonur  
Boulogne  
Estampe  
Newchattell  
Guillerua,  
Franeaz  
Angueruille  
Montruell  
Shaupillary  
Newpon  
Shate●gaillad  
Bernai  
Artenay  
Noieane  
Sercott  
Abeville  
ORLEANC●  
Aillyle hanc dordes  
Saint Minion  
Flaircourt  
Nostra Dama  
Piguigny  
de Clara.  
Amiens  
Lestroya shemina  
Hancourt.  
Le Laurena der ●ux  
Flaire  
Maid  
Briteur  
Mondinaux  
Ravigny  
BLOIS  
Saint Remy  
Les Montriba  
Clerimont  
Lambin  
R●ucellei  
Mont Richard  
Vr Liege Lochez  
Vr voya de Lion  
Varenur  
Cusac  
Liguer  
Le port de Crussac  
La bay  
Le Charbon blanc  
Perlane  
Le port de la Bard  
Shatibben  
stil  
La Tredevir  
BOURDEAUX  
Chaffener  
Le petit Bordeaux  
POITIERS  
Rufigni  
Hauborre  
Vr porte Ai●utete  
Troia  
Vinour  
Pooter  
Vmenicur  
Belleene  
Cover  
Muret  
Chour  
Allispostel  
Chouffa  
Le Brouheer  
Villafoignant  
jen Guiller  
Aiger  
Laharee  
Gouruille  
Les Sperroone  
St. Severdeau ˣ  
Chastel  
Villara  
Maior  
Chasteauneuf  
Saint Vincent  
Nonnaville  
Le Cabalon  
Barbefieux  
Les Anders  
Raignar  
Vnposte Aioutee  
La Grole  
BAYON  
Mou Lien  
Bidarbe  
Plonte Balc  
S. jan de Luz  
Chavignon  
Arinanat   
What Towns are named in this Catalogue since you read Calais, are all standing in France: Now we come to relate of the passage through Spain to the City of Madrid; And first after your passage from Bayon you come shortly into the Kingdom of Navarre, which is now in the King of Spain's Dominions, the first place therein where they take Post-horse is named, 

Iron, or Feria  
Poypela  
Oyason  
Miranda  
Eseruand  
Maiogur  
Tollousette  
Sogure  
Tolosa  
Brenica  
Verafrangij  
Castil de pione  
Segaur  
Quinta Pall●  
Gallarette  
BURGOS  
Andi●amer  
Bisbregur  
VITORIA  
Song●ide  
●●●ma  
●●habon  
●●andadeduera  
●●●ubia  
Fressenuille  
Cana●uille  
Chastel  
St. Augustine  
St. Mresieur  
Acavenda  
Bouteagur  
MADRID.   Thus having showed the long and dangerous tract by Land and from London to Madrid, we may herein see is part how much we are all bound to be thankful to our great & good God, who hath so healthfully, happily, and timely preserved and ●●●●ned our gracious Prince so wishedly, after so many perils passed on his part & so many doubts and fears on ours, upon the which I have (for a conclusion) written these following verses.  

THe Prince of Princes, and the King of Kings,  
Whose Eye of Pravidence foresees all things,  
To whom what ever was, or ere shallbe,  
Is present still before his Majesty.  
Who doth dispose of all things as he list,  
And graspeth Time in his eternal fist;  
He sees and knows (for us) what's bad or good,  
And all things is by him well understood,  
men's weak conjectures no way can aread,  
What's in th'immortal Parliament decreed,  
And what the Trinity concludeth there,  
We must expect it with obedience here.  
Then let not any man presume so fare,  
To search what the Almighty's counsels are,  
But let our wills attend upon his will,  
And let this will be our direction still.  
Let not Pleibeans be inquisitive.  
Or into any profound State-business dive.  
We in five hundred and ne'er sixty year,  
Since first the Norman did the Sceptre bear,  
Have many hopeful royal Princes had,  
Who as Heaven pleased to bless, were good or bad,  
Beanclarke was first (who was first Henry crowned)  
For learning and for wisdom high renowned)  
Beyond the verge of Christendomes Swift Fame,  
Did make the world admire his noble name.  
The black Prince Edward, all his life time ran  
The race of an accomplished Gentleman:  
His valour and triumphant victories,  
Did still the world and mount unto the skies.  
The warlike Henry of that name the fist,  
With his innated virtue up did lift  
His name and fame to such perspicuous grace,  
Which time or no oblivion can deface,  
Prince A●●hur whom our Chronics record,  
To be a virtuous and a hopeful Lord:  
His budding fortunes were by death prevented,  
And as he lived beloved he died lamented.  
His brother Henry from his fall did spring,  
First to be Prince of Wales, than England's King,  
He was magnificent and fortunate,  
According to the greatness of his state.  
Next Edward his undoubted heir by birth,  
Who (for the sins of men upon the earth)  
God took him hence as he began to bloom,  
Whose worthy memory men's hearts into● be.  
Prince Henry last, a Prince of as great hope  
As ere was any yet beneath the Cop●  
He lived and died be wailed and renowned  
And left this Land with tears or sorrow drowned  
Then only this illustrious b●●● remained.  
Our gracious Charles, by Heaven's high grace ordained  
To be our loy, whose virtues (as I gather)  
Will length the life of his beloved Father.  
True love and honour made his Highneste please,  
Adventurously to pass over Lands and Seas.  
With hazard of his royal person and  
In that, the hope of all our happy Land.  
But blessed be his Name, whose great protection  
Preserved him still from change of airs infectiorn,  
That gave him health and strength 'mongst sundry Nations,  
T'endure and like their dyers variations,  
That though to others these things might be strange,  
Yet did this Princely ulgour never change,  
But with a strong and able constitution,  
He bore out all with manly resolution.  
Love sometimes made the Gods themselves disguise,  
And mussle up their mighty Deities,  
And virtuous Princes of the Gods have ●ds,  
When Princes goodness do outgo the Gods,  
Then foolish man this is no work of thine,  
But operation of the power Divine,  
Let God alone with what he hath in hand,  
'Tis saucy, folly, madness, to withstand  
What his eternal wisdom hath decreed,  
Who better knows than we do, what we need.  
To him let's pray for his most safe protection,  
Him we implore for his most sure direction:  
Let his assistance be Prince Charles his guide,  
That in the end God may be glorified,  
Let us amendment in our lives express,  
And let our thankes be more, our sins be less.   
Amongst the rest this is to be remembered, that two Watermen at the Tower Wharfe burned both their Boats in a Bonfire most merrily.  
FINIS.   

AN ENGLISHMAN'S LOVE TO BOHEMIA.  

DEDICATED To the Honourable, well approved, and accomplished Soldier, Sir ANDREW GREY Knight, Colonel of the Forces of Great Britain, in this Noble Bohemian Preparation.  
SIR ANDREW GRAI●. Anagramma, I GUARD IN WARS.  
Honourable Knight:  
THere are two especial Causes that have moved me most boldly to thrust these rude lines into the world: The first is my hearty affection to the generality of the cause you undertake, (which I believe God and his best servants do affect:) and the other is my love and service which I own to your worthy Self in particular, for many unde served friendships which I have received from you, and many of your noble friends for your sake. Ingratitude is a Devil, so fare worse them all the devils, that if I should crave harbour of me, in the likeness of an Angel of light, yet it would never by persuaded to entertain it. My thankful acknowledgement of your goodness towards me is my prayers and best wishes, which shall ever be a poor requital towards you, not forgetting my thankes in the behalf of all the worthy Ladies and others of that Angelical sex that are married and resident in London, whose chaste honours you (as became a true Knight) defended, when an audacious Frenchman most slanderously did (without exception) swear there was not one honest Women dwelling within the bounds of this populous City, but that they had all generally abused the bed of Marriage: then did your noble self enforce the pestiferous peasant to swallow his odious calumny, and in humility to confess there were fifty thousand or a greater number that never had wronged their Husbands in that unlawful act. I have made bold to speak of this matter here, because the abuse was so general, and your quarrel so Honourable, which I think unfit to be buried in silence or forgetfulness: howsoever, I crave your pardon and worthy acceptance, whilst I most obsequiously remain,  
Ever to be commanded by you, JOHN TAYLOR,   

AN ENGLISHMAN'S LOVE TO BOHEMIA. With a friendly Farewell to all the noble Soldiers that go from great Britain to that honourable Expedition. As ALSO, The most part of the Kings, Princes, Dukes, Marquess', Earls, Bishops, and other friendly Confederates, that are combined with the Bohemian part.  

Wars, noble wars, and manly brave designs.  
Where glorious valour in bright Armour shines:  
Where God with guards of Angels doth defend,  
And best of Christian Princes do befriend,  
Where mighty Kings in glittering burnished arms  
Led bloody bruising battles, and alarms.  
Where honour, truth, love royal reputation,  
Make Realms and Nations join in combination,  
Bohemia, Denmark's and Hungaria,  
The upper and the lower Bavaria,  
The two great Counties of the Palatine,  
The King of Sweden friendly doth combine,  
The marquis and Elector Brandenburge,  
The Dukes of Brunswick and of Lunenburge,  
Of Holstein, Deuxpont, and of Wittemberge,  
Of the Low-Saxons, & of Mackelberge,  
Brave Hessens Lantsgrave Anholts worthy 
* Prince of Tuscani●.  Prince.  
The enhance Towns whom force cannot convince:  
Prince Mauric●, and the States of Netherlands,  
And th' ancient Knights of th'Empire lend their hands (famed,  
These and a number more than I have named,  
Whose worths and valours through the world are  
With many a marquis, Bishop, Lord, and Knight,  
Toppose foul wrong, and to defend fair right:  
Whose warlike troops assembled bravely are,  
To aid a gracious Prince in a just war.   
Bishops of Ha●●flads, Magenberg, Hoeshri●●●senburgh. The marquis of Auspasts, ●●ullinbag, Dwil●gh. The Count Palatine of ●●●tricks and Luxemburgh. Tho States of v●●●●and Savoy.  

For God, for Natures, and for Nations Laws,  
This martial Army, undertakes this cause;  
And true born Britain's, worthy Countrymen,  
Resume your ancient honours once again.  
I know your valiant minds are sharp and keen  
To serve you Sovereigns daughter Bohems Queen,  
I know you need to spur to set you on,  
But you think days are years till you are gone,  
And being gone, you'll wealth and honour win,  
Whilst riot here at home adds sin to sin,  
You (God assisting) may do mighty things,  
Make Kings of Captives, and of Captives Kings,  
Riches and love those that survive shall gain,  
And Fame, and Heaven the Portion of the slain.  
The wounds and scars more beautiful will make  
Those that do wear them for true honour's sake.  
Since God then in his love did preordain  
That you should be his Champions, to maintain  
His quarrel and his cause● a fig for foes,  
God being with you, how can man oppose?  
Some may object, Your enemies are store,  
If so, your fame and victori'es the more;  
Men do win honour when they cope with men,  
The Eagle will not triumph o'er a Wren,  
The Lion with the Mouse will not contend,  
Nor men Against boys and women wars will bend,  
But clouds of dust and smoke, and blood and sweat,  
Are the main means that will true honour get,  
Thus to Fame's altitude must men aspire  
By noble actions won through sword and fire,  
By trumpets Clangor, drums, guns, flute of fife:  
For as there is an end to every life,  
And man well knows, that one day he must end it,  
Let him keeped well, defend, and bravely spend it.  
O grief to see how many stout men lie  
Half rotten in their beds before they die;  
Some by soul surfeits, some by odious whoring.  
In misery lie stinking and deploring,  
And e'er a lingering death their sad life ends,  
They are most tedious loathsome to their friends;  
Wasting in Physic which adds woe to grief  
That which should yield their family's relief:  
At last when wished death their cares do cure,  
Their names like to their bodies lie obscure.  
Whereas the Soldier with a Christian breast,  
Wars for his Soveraigues peace, and Country's rest:  
He to his Maker's will, his will inclines.  
And ne'er 'gainst Heaven impatiently repines,  
He to his Saviour says that thou art mine,  
And being thou redeemest me. I am thine,  
That if I live or dye, or dye or live,  
Blessed be thy name whether thou take or give,  
This resolution pierces heavens high roof,  
And arms a Soldier more than Cannon proof.  
Suppose his life ends by some noble wounds,  
His Soul to Heaven, from whence it came reb●unds:  
Suppose blown up with powder up he flies.  
Fire his impurity repurifies.  
Suppose a shot pierce through his breast or head,  
He nobly lived, and nobly he is dead,  
He lies not bedrid stinking, nor doth rave  
Blaspheming against him that should him save,  
Nor he in Physic doth consume and spend  
That which himself and others should defend,  
He doth not languish drawing, loathsome breath,  
But dies before his friends do wish his death,  
And though his earthly part to earth doth pass.  
His fame outweares a Monument of brass.  
Most worthy Countrymen courageous hearts,  
Now is the time now act brave manly parts,  
Remember you are Sons unto such Sires,  
Whose sacred memories the world admires,  
Make your names fearful to your foes again,  
Like Talbot to the French, or Drake to Spain:  
Think on brave valiant Essex and Mounti●y,  
And Sidney, that did England's foes destroy,  
With noble Norris, Williams, and the Veeres,  
The Gray's, the Willing abies; all peerless Peers,  
And when you think what glory they have won.  
Some worthy actions by you will be done.   
34. Battles fought in France by Englishmen since the Conquest. Henry the sixth.  

Remember Poi●tiers, Cressy, Agincourt.  
With Bullein, Turwin, Turnyes warlike sport.  
And more (our honours higher to advance)  
Our King of England was crowned King of France.  
In Paris thus all France we did provoke  
T'obey and serve under the English yoke.  
In Ireland 18. bloody fields we fought,  
And that fierce Nation to subjection brought,  
Besides Tyroves rebellion which foul strife  
Cost England many a pound, lost many a life,  
And before we were Scotland's, or it ours,  
How often have we with opposed powers  
In most unneighboutly, unfriendly manners,  
With hostile arms, displaying bloody banners:  
With various victories on either side,  
Now up, now down, our fortunes have been tried,  
What one fight wins, the other losing yields,  
In more than sixscore bloody fought fields.  
But since that we and they, and they and we  
More near than brethren, now conjoined be,  
Those scattering powers we each 'gainst other lead,  
Being one knit body, to one royal head.  
Then, let this Island, East, West, South and North  
jointly in these brave wars emblaze out worth  
And as there was a strife that once befell  
Twixt men of juda and of Israel:  
Contending which should love King David best.  
And who in him had greatest interest.  
Long may contention only then be thus  
Twixt usand Scotland, and 'twixt them and us:  
Still friendly striving which of us can be  
Most true and loyal to his Majesty.  
This is a strife will please the God of peace,  
And this contending will our love's increase.  
You hardy Scots remember royal Bruce,  
And what stout Wallace valour did produce:  
The glorious name of Stewards, Hamiltons,  
The Er●●kine, M●rayes, nd● he Levingstons',  
The noble Ramseyes, and th'illustrious Hays,  
The valiant Douglases, the Grimes and Gray's.  
Great Sir james Dowglas, a most valiant Knight.  
Led seaventy battles with victorious fight.  
Not by Lieutenants, or by deputation.  
But he in person won his reputation.  
The Turks and Saracens he overcame,  
Where ending life he purchased end less fame,  
And his true noble worth is well derived,  
To worthies of that name that since survived,   
The praise of Sir james Dowglas, in the Reign of King Robert Bruce, 1330. In 13. main battle she overcame God's enemies, and as last was slain.  

Then since both Nations did and do abound  
With men approved and through all lands renowned,  
Through Europs and through Asia, further fare,  
Then is our blessed Redeemers Sepulchre.  
Through all the Coasts of tawny Africa,  
And through the bounds of rich America,  
And as the world our worths acknowledge must,  
Let not our valour sleeping lie and rust;  
●● to immortalize our Britain's name,  
Let it from imbers burst into a flame.  
We have that Land and shape our Elders had,  
Their courages were good, can ours be bad?  
Their deeds did manifest their worthy minds,  
Then how can we degenerate from kinds?  
●● former times we were so given to war,  
Witness the broils ('twixt York and Lancaster)  
Having no place to sorreigne Foes to go,  
Amongst ourselves, we made ourselves a Foe  
Fall threescore years with fierce unkind alarms,  
Were practised fierce uncivil civil arms,  
Whilst fourscore Peers of the blood royal died,  
With hundred thousands Commoners beside.  
Thus Englishmen to wars did bear good will.  
They would be doing, although doing ill.  
And Scotland's History avoucheth clear,  
Of many civil wars and turmoils there.  
Rebellion, discord, rapine and foul spoil,  
Hath pierced the bowels of their Native soil,  
Themselves against themselves, Peers against Peers,  
And kin with kin together by the cares,  
The friend 'gainst friend, each other hath withstood,  
Unfriendly friends weltering in their blood,  
Thus we with them, and they with us contending,  
And we ourselves, and they themselves thus rending,  
Doth show what all of us hath ever been  
Addicted unto martial discipline:  
S●●●● can report, and Portugal can tell,  
Denmark and Norway, both can witness well,  
Sweden and Poland, truly can declare  
Our Service there, and almost every where.  
And 
* The Low Countries, Holland, Zealand, &c,  Belgia but for the English and the Scots,  
Perpetual slavery had been their lots  
Under the great commanding power of Spain,  
By th' Prince of Par●a's and the Archdukes train.   

Fare for my witnesses I need look,  
'Tis writ in many a hundred living book.  
And Newports famous battle bravely tells,  
The English and the Scots in fight excels:  
Yea all, or most Towns in those seuen●●●● Lands  
Have felt the force, or friendship of their hands.  
Ostend whose siege all other did surpass  
That will be, is, or I think ever was,  
In three years three months, Scots & Englishmen  
Did more than Troy accomplished in ren.  
Ostend endured (which ne'er will be forget)  
Above seven hundred thousand Canon shot:  
And, as if Hell against it did conspire,  
They did abide death, dearth, and sword and fire,  
There danger was with resolution mixed,  
And honour with true valour firmly fixed.  
Were death more horrid than a Gorgon's head,  
In his worst shapes they met him free from dread.  
There many a Britain died, and yet they live,  
In fame, which fame to us doth courage give.  
At last, when to an end the siege was come,  
The gainers of it cast their losing samme.  
And the uneven reckoning thus did run:  
The winners had most loss, the loser's wonne:  
For in this siege upon the Archdukes side  
Seven Masters of the Camp all wounded died.  
And fifteen Colonels in that war deceased.  
And Sergeant Majors twenty nine, at least.  
Captains five hundred sixty five were slain.  
Leiutenants (whilst this Leaguer did remain)  
One thousand, and one hundred and sixteen  
Dyed and are now as they had never been.  
Ensigns three hundred twenty two, all even:  
And nineteen hundred Sergeants and eleven.  
Corporals and Lantzpriz● does death did mix  
In number seventeen hundred sixty six.  
Of Soldiers, Mariners, women, children, all,  
More than seven times ten thousand there did fall.  
Thus Ostend was at dear rates won and lost,  
Besides these lives, with many millions cost.  
And when 'twas won, 'twas won but on conditions,  
On honourable terms, and compositions:  
The winners won a ruined heap of stones,  
A demi- G●lgotha of dead men's bones.  
Thus the brave Britain's that the same did leave,  
Left nothing in it worthy to receive.  
And thus from time to time, from age to age,  
To these late days of our last Pilgrimage,  
We have been men with martial minds inspired,  
And for our meeds, beloved, approved, admitted.  
Men prise not Manhood at so low a rate  
To make it idle, and effeminate:  
And worthy Countrymen I hope and trust  
You'll do as much as your forefathers durst,  
A fair advantage now is offered here  
Whereby your wont worths may well appear,  
And he that in this quarrel will not strike,  
Let him expect never to have the like.  
He that spares both his person and his purse,  
Must (if ever he use it) use it worse.  
And you that for that purpose go from hence  
To serve that mighty Princess, and that Prince,  
Ten thousand, thousand prayers shall every day  
Implore th' Almighty to direct your way.  
Go on, go on, brave Soldiers never cease  
Till noble War, produce a noble Peace.    

A brief Description of BOHEMIA.  
THE Kingdom of Bohemia, is well peopled with many brave Horsemen and Footmen: Rich, fruitful, and plentifully stored (by the Almighty's bounty,) with all the treasures of Nature fit for the use and commodity of Man: It hath in it of Castles, and walled Towns, to the number of 780. and 32000. Villages; by a Grant from the Emperor CHARLES the Fourth, it was freed for ever of the payments of all Contributions to the Empire whatsoever; Moravia, Silesia, and Lusatia, are as large as Bohemia, well replenished with stout Horsemen and Footmen.   
FINIS.   

Honour Concealed; Strangely Revealed: OR, The worthy Praise of the Unknown Merits of the Renowned Archibald Armstrong, who for his unexpected Peacemaking in France, betwixt the King and the Rochellers, hath this Poem Dedicated as a Trophy, to his matchless Vertuest This being done in the year of our Lord, 1623. Written by him whose Name Annagramatized, is LOYOL IN HART.  
'Tis not the Wars of late I writ upon  
In France, at the Isles of Rhea or Olleron:  
These things were written in K. JAMES his Reign.  
Then Read it not with a mistaking Brain.  

Dedicated to the Reader or Understander, or both, or either, or neither.  
WHat you are you partly know, and how you will like my lines I partly know not, A better man's pen might have undertaken this task, for the Subject for worth is net inferior to Aiax, of whom the learned Sir john Harington wrote a well approved Volume; the smallest baires have their shadows, and the least shadow its substance, and though virtue belong Eclipsed by the corrupted Cleudes of Enny, yet at the last, the Sunbeams of noble m●●t. w●ll●reake through those Contagious Vaepours, expelling the obscure caertaines of Malignity, to the Eternising of the owner's fume, and the unrecalled Obloquy of hateful and malicious opposition. And in this Iron age, where men hoard up their goodness as they do their money. Wherein it is to be condoled (to the tune of Lachrime) to see how much Vice is expressed, Poverty depressed, Innocency oppressed, Vanity impressed, Charity suppressed, the Muses made Bawds and Parasites to hide and slatter the wilfulness and folly of Greatness: whilst honour of a men's own winning, spinning and weaving, cannot be allowed him for his own wearing. This made me to stir my sterile i●●●ention from the Leathean Den of Oblivion's Cimcrianisme, and take this neglected subject in hand, which else is to be seared, had been irrecoverably swallowed in the precipitated bottomless Abyss of sable Mourning melancholy Taciturnity and Forgetfulness. Herein may the Reader without much wearying his eyesight, see Werth emblazed, Desert praised, Valour advanced, ●● it described, Art commended, and all this (Paradoxically) applied, to the person and successful Industry, of the overmuch and worthy to be praised. Archiball Armstrong, the Camplementall Comma of Courtly Contentment; Whose Admirable Fortunte, Fate, Lucke, Hap, Chance, Destiny, or what you please to term it, was to appease the furious Wars in France, and make a wonderful. Accord or Peace, betwixt the King and his Subjects, whereby it may be observed, how Rochel was conserved, the King's Honour reserved, act France preserved, and what Archy deserved.  
JOHN TAYLOR.   

THE PEACE OF FRANCE, With the Praise of ARCHY.  

Ulysses was a happy man of men,  
In that his acts were writ with Homer's pen,  
And Virgil writ the Actions & the Glory,  
Of bold and brave AEneas wandering story,  
Great Alexander had the like success,  
Whose life wise Quintus Curtius did express,  
And (worthy Archy) so it fares with thee  
To have thy name and same emblazed by me.  
For Homer was the Prince of Poets styled,  
And Princely actions only he compiled.  
And Quintus Curtius, with ornated skill,  
Did soar aloft with his Hystorian Quill.  
But pardon me, much short of their great worth  
If in alowerstraine I set thee forth.  
And sure I hold it for no little Grace  
That 'tis my lot thy honour to uncase,  
Nor can it be impeachment to thy name  
To have so mean a pen divulge thy fame.  
For when the business is in order knit,  
The subject for the writer will seem fit.  
First, I have read in Prophecies of old,  
That written were by Merlin, who soretold  
Some strange predictions, that without all doubt  
Doth Cull, or pick, or point, or mark thee out.   

The Prophecy, as thus.  
WHen as the fect of Mabom●t  
Themselves against themselves shall set:  
When as the Gauls the Gauls shall spur and Gall,  
When Castles, Towns and Towers shall fall,  
When nought but Horror, Death and Dread,  
Shall famous fertile France o'er spread,  
Then shall a man departed our strands,  
Borne 'twixt the Rumps of two great Lands,  
And he shall make these brawls to cease  
And set all France in friendly peace.  
His name shell Strong in Arm be called,  
With Chief (though Bearded) joined with Bald,   
This Prophecy in charily kept by one Himpshage Scottish witch who dwells in a Cave in Ram one of the Isles of the Hebrades.  

About nine hundred years, or somewhat nigh,  
Are past, since Merlin speak this Prophecy,  
And all the world may see, that what he said  
In Archies' person is accomplished.  
First all the Turks that Mahomet adore  
Are by the ears, and welter in their Gere.  
Next France, which Gaul in time of yore was named;  
With war hath wasted been, with fire inflamed.  
Then thirdly, Armstrong thither was conveyed  
And then, and not till then the peace was made.  
We fourthly find (to further our avails)  
How he was borne between the Rumps, or tails  
Of two great Kingdoms, which were called the borders.  
Now midst of Britain, free from old disorders.  
And lastly Strong in Arm his name shallbe.  
Chief, Arch, or Bald or bold, which all agree.  
There is a fellow, with acrafty pate  
That made a cunaing Anagram of late.  
The words were Merry Rascal, to be hanged,  
But if the writer in my hands were sanged,  
I quickly would enforce him know that he  
Should moddle with his fellows not with me.  
But unto thee, from whom I have digressed  
Brave Archybald, I find it manifest  
The name of Armstrong, like strong men of arms.  
Have ever valiantly outdared all harms.  
And for their stout achievements been acoounted,  
To be regarded, waited on and mounted.  
Whilst those, whose merits could not win such state  
Were grieved at their heart to so their fate.  
And mayest thodrise. Within this age of ours,  
Unto the honour of thy ancestors.  
That the Auxungia of thy Matchless breast  
May breed fresh Mandrahes to cause sleep and rest.  
To charm the Temples of consuming wars.  
As thouhast done amongst the Rocheslers.  
'Twas sharp contention that began those broils  
Which filled all France with fell domestic spoils.  
And that dissension did so fare offend  
That wisdom scarcely could the mischief end,  
And therefore 'twas ordained that thou shouldst come  
To hang the Colours up, and still the Drum  
To cease the trumpets clang, and fifes shall squeaking  
And bring forth frightful peace that close, ●ay sneaking  
Not dating once her visage out to thrust  
Till Armours were committed unto rust;  
Oh thou who art half English and half S●●●  
I would not have thee proud of this thy lot,  
But yet I should be proud if't were my chance  
To do as thou sayest thou hast done in France.  
But should thy worth and acts be here denied:  
Thou hast ten thousand witnesses beside.  
Who will maintain against either friend or foe,  
If thou didst make the peace in France or no.  
'Tis certain that thou soundest them all unruly  
Within the Month of August, or of july:  
And in September, or I think October  
Thou lefst them all in peace, some drunk, some sober;  
Then what is he that dares expostulate,  
Or any way thy fame extenuate,  
But he whos●e Idleness will make it known.  
That he hath little business of his own.  
Nor can he be of any Rank or note  
That envies thee, or any of thy Coat:  
Then let desert fall where desert is due  
Thine honour is thine own, and fresh and new.  
War could not end the war, 'twas plainly seen  
Wealth could not stop the floudgates of their spleen,  
Strength could not make them lay their weapons by  
Wit could not help, nor martial policy,  
Persuasion did not do that good it would,  
And valour would decide it. If it could.  
When neither of these virtues are in price  
Then thou didst boldly show them, what a Vice  
It was for Subjects to provoke their King,  
By their Robellion their own deaths to bring.  
When many a Mounsieur of the gallant Gauls,  
Vnnat'rally was slain in civil brawls,  
When many a Mother childless there was made  
And Sire against Sonopposed with trenchant blade,  
When Roaring Cannons counterchekt the thunder  
And slately buildings lay their Ruins under.  
When smoke eclipsing Sol, made skies look ●●●,  
And murdering bullets severed limb from limb;  
Then did ● thou come, and happy was thy coming  
For then they left their Gunning and their Dromming.  
And let the world of thee say what it list,  
God will bless him that made the war defist.  
'Tis wondrous strange, fate cannot be withstood  
No man did dream thou ever wouldst do good:  
And yet to see beyond all expectation  
All France and Britain Ring with acclamation  
And with applaw sefull thankes they do rejoice  
That great Navarre, and Bourbon, and Valois,  
Guise, Lorraine, Bulleins', all the Gallian Pesros.  
Like fixed stars, are settled in their spheres,  
A foole can raise a flame from out a spark,  
But he's a man of special note and mark  
And worthy to be guerdoned for his pain  
That turns a flame into a spark again;  
So hast thou done, or else there are some Liars  
Thou didst extinguish wars combustious fires,  
And what thou didst, I see no reason but,  
In print the Memorandums should be put.  
Thou hast a brace of Brother's travellers.  
Who each of them in their particulars  
Shows of what house they came, and of all others,  
They'll do things worthy to be known thy brothers.  
The one to Poland, or the Land of Po  
To unexpected purpose late did go.  
The other furnished with as brave a mind  
Unto Virginia wandered with the wind,  
Whore like a second Rephabus, brave Kitty  
Doth make those parts admire him, he's so witty;  
And though but little service he did here  
'Tis past man's knowledge what he may do there.  
And where they are, they strive still to appear,  
To do as much good there, as thou dost here.  
I wish you all were married, that your seed  
Like Sons of Cain might multiply and breed:  
For 'tis great pity, such a stock, or race  
Oblivion should consume, or time deface.  
Hadst thou but lined amongst the hairebraind else,  
In Italy the Gibtlives and the Guolphs:  
Thou with thy oilily Oratory words  
Hadst made them (at their own wils sheathe their swords:  
Or when Angustus, Pompey, Anthony,  
Sought Monarchy in Wars Triumuiri,  
Hadst thou beeno near them ere their mortal fight  
Thou hadst done more than I can truly write.  
Or had jerusalem but had thy mate  
Before Vespatsan it did Ruinated,  
The Mad men Eleazar, Simon, john, ●●  
Had never wrought their own destruction.  
And happy had it been, if thou hadst been  
When York and Lancaster did lose and win  
Thou hadst done more than any man can tell  
Those mighty factions to suppresle and quell.  
There's a late Currant stufred with tales and news  
Of the Hungarians, Saracens, and jenes,  
And to the Turkish City (Hight) it come  
Constantinople, or Byzantium,  
In which Courante all the French disignes,  
With Archies name endorsed did grace the lines,  
And how thou wast the Pipe or Instrument  
That made the peace there to their great content.  
And scanning of the business thus and thus  
They did admire thee there as much as us.  
For they are there like rough tempestnous Seas;  
All by the ears, whom no man can appease,  
At last amongst themselves they did agree,  
To send a great Ambassador for thee,  
The great Grandsigneor, the Commission signed  
And they abide to have Moon, Sun and Wind,  
The name of him that brings the Embassy.  
Is Halye Bashaw, Lord of Tripoli.  
He is attonded and well waited on,  
By Sinan Beglerbeg of Babylon.  
The Sanzake of ‛ Damascus comes along  
And many more, a mighty troop and throng.  
And sure 'twill be much honour unto thee  
To cause these Mad Mabometant agree.  
Thou shalt be fed with dainties and with suckets  
And thy reward shall be Chickens and Ducats.   
The Turks are at ciull Wars, and intend to lend an Am bassador for Archy, to do as much for them as he did for France. He set sail for this place the 32. of November last.  

The Tartar Chrim, Icleaped Tamor Can.  
Wars with the mighty great Mosccuian  
And unto them have thy exploits been told,  
But go not there, the Climates are to cold.  
Our Merchants might do well to hire thee hence  
Against Twis and Argiera, for their defence,  
There in the straits, of in the Gulf of Vevice,  
(Where Neptune to sseth Ships, like ●●ls at tennis)  
Thou mayest amongst the Pirates take some course,  
To mitigate or aggravate their force.  
I muse what Planet had within the sky,  
Predominance at thy Nativity,  
For surely Fortune wrapped thee in her smoke,  
And like a Lamb, did in the Cradle Rock:  
She dandled thee and lulled thee in her lap  
And tenderly she gave thee suck and pap;  
Her purblind fancy to her more delights  
Esteemed thee amongst her chiefest sauc●tites;  
Much happy was it that ●●●●●●? ●●●● to smile  
On us, that thou hadst birth within our Isle,  
For thou at I●yic mightst have been borne,  
Then all our hopes in thee had been forlorn,  
Or at Cathay in China, ordapan,  
And when can tell what we should all do than,  
And sure did Prestor john and the Mogul  
But know thy worth and virtue to the full  
Not Britain's Bounds thy Carcase then could hold  
If thou for Gold or Silver mightst be fold.  
Or 'tis a question they would make pretence  
' T'inuade our Land, by force to take thee hence.  
For why in thee a jewel we enjoy,  
As Whilom the ‛ Palladium was to Troy:  
Or like the Target, dropped from Heaven to Rome  
So on thy person waits a fat all doom;  
In Terra called Incognita did they  
That there inhabit, know but any way  
To compass thee, they 'ld hazard blood and bone  
And pass the Frigide and the Torid Zone,  
The trope of Cancer and of Capricorn,  
To hold them from the hazard they would scorn  
And they would cut the Equinoctial line  
‛ T'enioy (as we do) that sweet corpse of thine.  
Wert thou with Powhaton, he would agree  
To leave the Devil, and fall to worship thee,  
And (like that image) give thee honour there  
Nabuchaduezzar did in Babel rear.  
But whether doth my Muse thus Rambling run,  
'Tis known the Wars in France are past & done.  
And if themselves they too remembrance call,  
For what thou didst, they ought to thank thee all,  
Mars, and Bellona from thy presence fled,  
And Baccbus with fair Venus came in stead,  
The Codpiece God (Priapus) is erected  
In France, and Somnus is by Pax protected,  
Thou hast hercaued the soldiers of some knocks,  
And wounds and slashes are transformed to packs,  
For C●berea's the Chyrurgians Star  
And makes more work in peace than Mars in was.  
The Generals and Masters of the Camp  
The Colonels now cease to swear and stamp.  
The Captains have laid by their bastinadoes,  
Lieutenants put to silence their brava does.  
The Colours surdled up, the Drum is mute,  
The Sergeant's Ranks and Files doth not dispute.  
The Corporall knows no watchword. Lantzprezzdoes.  
Nor Soldiers scout or lie in ambuscadoes,  
Now murdering Bullets, moral Cuts and stabs,  
Are metamotphosed to Dice, Drink, and Drabs,  
To Fiddlers, Pipers, Panders, Parasites,  
Fools, Knaves and Festered, and such rare delights;  
The Cups run round, the tongue walks quick and glid  
Whilst every Tinker doth enjoy his Tyb.  
Thrice happy France, that in thee did arrive  
Our thong armed Archy, that war thence did drive.  
And happier Britain, now thy worth is known  
In having such a jewel of thine own.  
A jewel polished, and most brightly, burnished,  
Foiled, and well painted, set in Gold, Rich furnished;  
But all men knows a jewel shows not well,  
Except it be dependant like a Bell,  
But Archy let delay breed no distaste,  
There's time enough for all things, haste makes wasle.  
There was a Post came late all tired and weary,  
From Calais o'er the Sea to Canterbury:  
And he reported that in every angle,  
Of France, did bonfires burn, and Bells did jangle;  
In every market Town, and Street and City,  
The Ballad makers have composed a Ditty  
To magnify thy name which is resounded,  
And wondered at as fare as France is bounded,  
That in their drinking Schools and tippling Houses,  
The Fiddlers sing thy honour, for two touses.  
The whilst thy health runs round with wondrous quickness,  
Till too much Health or health at last brings sickness.  
And shall a foreign Land thus farre expretle  
To thee (for thy deserts) their thankfulness,  
And shall thy health in Britain not be gazled  
And all our Muses be hidebound and muzzled.  
Great jouc forbidden, that such indignity  
Should ere befall to thy malignity.  
For since the Graces here do not befriend thee  
And since the Virtues will no way attend thee,  
The Senses seem as senseless unto thee  
The Sciences to thee Regardless be.  
The Gods and Goddesses seem dumb and stupid  
(Except the Punk of Daphes, and young Ca●●)  
Only the deadly Sins, the Fates, and F●i●●,  
On thee (as on ten thousand more) attends,  
I noted this, and grieved much in mind,  
That in our loves we were so fare behind;  
I was resolved to undergo this Chance,  
To write thy praise, as some have done in France;  
And now I entered am, I'll further in  
And spur my Muse amain through thick and thin,  
Till I have made the Court thy praises ring,  
Till in thy lawd the City Songs do sing.  
Till I have forced the Country Rural Styaines  
Chant, Pipe, and dance thy praises on the Plains,  
The tongues confusion in our brave Exchange  
Shall Babel like declare thy story strange,  
The news of thee shall fill the Barber's shops,  
And at the Bakehouses, as thick as hops  
The tattling women as they mould their bread  
Shall with their dough thy fourfold praises knead,  
Whilst Water bearers at the Conduits all  
Within their tankards sound thy honour shall,  
And at the house of office at Qucene hithe.  
Men shall record thy actions brave and blithe.  
Then France shall well perceive, whoever says nay,  
That we have bavins here as well as they,  
And that we can make bonfires, and ring bells,  
Drink healths, and be stark drunk, and something else,  
That we can time beyond all sense or Reason  
And can do what we may at any season,  
This shall be done before that I have done  
And then thy glory shall a gallop run,  
Like to the gliding of a shooting Star,  
East, West, South, North, from Dever to Dunbar,  
Mean space accept the rudeness of my Rhyme.  
And I'll do twice as much another time.  
Thus wishing to Escape occasions Male,  
In Courtly Compliment, my pen bids Vale.    
FINIS.   

HEAVEN'S BLESSING, AND EARTH'S JOY. OR, A true relation, of the supposed Sea-fights and Fireworks, as were accomplished, before the Royal Celebration of the all-beloved Marriage, of the two peerless Paragons of Christendom, FREDERICK and ELIZABETH. With Triumphal Encomiasticke Verses, consecrated to the Immortal memory of those happy and blessed Nuptials.  

DEDICATED To the illustrious Lamp of true Worth, the noble, Ingenious, judicious, and understanding Gentleman, Sir JAMES MURAY Knight.  
Unto the prospect of your Wisdom's eyes,  
I Consecrate these Epithalamies.  
Not that I think them worthy of your view,  
But for in Love my thoughts are bound to you:  
I do confess myself unworthy fare  
To write, in such high canses as these are,  
Which, Homer, Virgil, nor the fluent Tully,  
In sitting terms could scarce express them fully:  
But since the Muses did their bounties show,  
And on me did poor Poesy bestow;  
I hold it best to play the thankful man,  
To spend their gifts the best ways that I can,  
And not like peddling Bastards of the Muses,  
That like to Lawyers, live on Time's abuses.  
Thus unto you I give it as it is,  
Desiring pardon where there's ought amiss.  
Your Worships, Ever to be commanded in all integrity: JOHN TAYLOR.   

THE FIGHT BETWEEN the Ships and Galleys.  
I Did not write nor publish (this description of fire and water triumphs) to the intent that they should only read the relation that were spectators of them for to such (perhaps) it will relish somewhat tedious like a tale that is too often told: but I did write these things, that those who are fare remoted, not only in his Majesty's Dominions, but also in foreign territories, may have an understanding of the glorious Pomp, and magnificent Domination of our High and mighty Monarch King james: and further, to demonstrate the skills and knowledges that our warlike Nations hath in Engines, fireworks and other military discipline, that they thereby may be known, that howsoever war seem to sleep, yet (upon any ground or lawful occasion (the command of our dread Sovereign can rouse her to the terror of all malignant opposers of his Royal state and dignity. But to the purpose.  
In the representation of this Sea-fight there were 16 Ships, 16. Galleys, and 6. Frigates: of the which Navy, the Ships were Christians, and the Galleys were supposed Turks, all being artificially rigged and trimmed, well maned and furnished with great Ordinance and Musquetiers: one of the Christian fleet was a great vessel or a supposed Venetian Argosy, and another was a tall ship, as it were appointed for the safe Connoy of the Argosy. And for the avodying of the troublesomeness of Boats and Wherries, and other perturbatious multitudes, there was a lists or bounds, made with Lighters, Hoys, and other great Boats to the number of 250 or thereabouts: the one end of the Lists was as high (almost) as Lambeth bridge, and the other end as low as the Temple stairs, and so fastened to the South shore, or the upper end of the Bank on Southwark side, in the form of a half Moon or Cemicircle. So that boats might pass up and down the River betwixt London side and the Lighters any way. The aforesaid Turkish Galleys lying all at an Anchor over against Westminster, in a Hanen or Harbour made artifically with Masts and other provision 60 yards into the River, which harbour or haven was belonging to a supposed Turkish or Barbarian Castle of Tunis, Algiers, or some other Mahometan fortification, where the Galleys might scout out for purchase, and retire in again for safeguard at their pleasure. About two of the clock on Saturday the 13. of February, the aforesaid Argosy and the Venetian Ship her convoy, sets forward fromward the Temple, and driving up with the wind and tide till they came as high as York house, where 4 Galleys met and encountered with them: where upon a sudden there was friendly exchanging of small shot and great Ordinance on both sides, to the great delectation of all the beholders: the Drums, Trumpets, Fifes, Weights Guns, shouts, and acclamations of the Mariners, Soldiers and Spectators, with such reverberating Echoes of joy to and fro, that there wanted nothing in this fight (but that which was fit to be wanting) which was ships sunk and torn in pieces, men groaning, rent and dismembered, some slain, some drowned, some maimed, all expecting confusion. This was the manner of the happy & famous battle of Lepanto, fought betwixt the Turks and the Christians in the year of grace 1571. or in this bloody manner was the memorable battle betwixt us and the invincible (as it was thought) Spanish Armado in the year 1588. but in the end (in this friendly fight) the ship and Argosy were encompassed round by the Galleys, and surprised and taken; whereupon the whole fleet made towards them to rescue them, and revenge their received injuries.  
Then there was a Beacon fired by the Turks which gave warning to the Castle and the Galleys, of the coming of the Christian Fleet: Then all the Ships and Galleys met in friendly opposition and imaginary hurly-burly battalions: then the lofty instruments of Wars clamorous encouragements sounded: the thundering Artillery roared, the Musquetiers in number less volleys discharged on all sides, the smoke as it were eclipsing Titan's refulgent Beams, filling all the Air with a confused cloudy mist. The Castle and the Land adjacent, continually discharging great shot in abundance at the Ships, and the Ships at them again: so that after this delightful battle had doubtfully lasted three hours, to the great contentment of all the beholders, the Victory inclining to neither side, all being opposed foes, and combined friends: all victors, all tryumphers, none to be vanquished, and therefore no conquerors. The Drums, Trumpets, Flutes and Guns, filling the Air with repurcussive acclamations: upon which, for a Carastrophe or Period to these delightful royalities, command was given that the Retreat should be founded on both sides. And thus these Princely recreations were accomplished and finished.  
These things could not conveniently be printed in order as they were done, by reason of the diversity of them.  
For here I was fain to describe the fight of the Ships and Galleys first, which was performed last. For the fireworks were performed on Thursday night the 11. of February, and the fight was upon the Saturday following.  
At the which fire works the Master Gunner of England, on the shore did perform many skilful and ingenious exploits with great Bumbards, shooting up many artificial Balls of fire into the Air, which flew up into one whole mighty sierie Ball, and in their falling dispersed into diverse streams like Rainbows, in many innumerable fires. After all which, was discharged a great peal of Chambers, to the contentment of the royal spectators, and the great credit of the performers.  

The true description of such part of the Fireworks as were devised and accomplished by Mr. john Nodes Gunner, and Servant to the Kings most excellent Majesty.  
THe Imperial and Beauteous Lady Queen of the Feminine Territories, of the man hating Amazonians, with whose bright eye dazzling Coruscancie, and whose Refulgent feature, the Black-sould Hell-commanding Magician Mango (a Tartarian borne.) was so ensnared and captivated, for her Love, and to be assured to enjoy her, he would set all Hell in an uproar, and pluck Don Belzebub by the beard: assuredly persuading himself that without her he could not live, and for her he would attempt any thing: but she having vowed herself ever to be one of Vesta's Votaries, always kept Cupid out at the arms end: and bad Madam Venus make much of stump-footed Vulcan, and keep home like a good Huswife, for she had no entertainment for her.  
Whereupon this hellish Necromancer Mango, (being thus repulsed) converts all his Love to outrageous rigour, and immediately with his Charms, Exorcisms, and Potent execrable incantations, he raises a strong impregnable Pavilion, in the which he immures, and encloses this beautiful Amazonian Queen with attendent Ladies, where (though they lived in captivity and bondage) yet, they had variety of Games and pleasant sports allowed by the Magician, in hope that time would work an alteration in her fair flinty breast. And for her sure guard in his absence, he had erected by Magic, another strong Tower, as a watch-house, wherein he had placed a fiery Dragon, and an invinsible Giant: (of whom I will speak in an other place hereafter.)  
Now to this aforesaid Pavilion wearied with toil & travail, the Great unresistable Champion of the world, and the uncontrollable Patron Saint George comes: and seeing so bright and luculent a Goddess, (according as his necessity required) demanded entertainment, whereby he might be refreshed after his laborious achivements and honourable endeavours.  
The courteous Queen (although she cated not for the society of man) seeing his outward or external feature and warlike accounterments, did presently resolve with herself that so fair an outside could not be a habitation for fowl Treachery, and with most debonaire gesture, admits his entrance into the Pavilion, where after he had feasted a while, she relates unto him the true manner and occasion, of her unfortunate thraldom: Saint George (ever taking pleasure in most dangerous attempts, holding it his chiefest glory to help wronged Ladies) vows, that as soon as Phoebus roused himself from the Antipodes, he would quell the burning Dragon, Conquer the big boned Giant, subvert the enchanted Castle, and enfranchise the Queen with her followers, or else die in the enterprise thereof. After which promise of his, the Queen to pass away the time, delights him with these pastimes following, being all fireworks.  
First, the Pavilion is beleaguered or inurioned round about with fires, going out of which, many fiery balls flies up into the Air, with numbers of smaller fires ascending, that cemicircled Cynthia is (as it were) eclipsed with the flashes, and the stars are hudwincket with the burning exhalations.  
Secondly, is seen a royal hunting of Bucks, and Hounds, and Huntsmen, flying and chase one another round about the Pavilion (as if Diana had lately transformed Actaeon, and his ignorant dogs ready to prey on his Carcase) from whence continually as flying many fires dispersed every way: The lower part of the Pavilion always burning round about, giving many blows, and great reports, with many fires flying aloft into the Air.  
Thirdly, there doth march round about the Pavilion Artificial men, which shall cast out fires (as before) as it were in skirmish: another part of the Pavilion is all in a Combustious flame, where Rackets, Crackers, Breakers, and such like, gives blows and reports without number.  
Fourthly, the Queen of Amazonia with all her train of Virgin Ladies, with fires, marcheth round as the men did before, with the fire flying dispersedly diverse ways: the whilst another part of the Pavilion is fired, with many blows and reports & fires flying aloft in the air, from whence it comes down again in streaming flakes of flashing fire.  
Fifthly, aloft within the Turret, shall run (whirling round) a fiery Globe, with the Turret and all on fire, with many more greater blows than before had been heard, and diverse and sundry other sorts of fires (than any of the former) proceeding from thence, and flying into the air in great abundance.  
All which things being performed, and the undaunted Knight Saint George taking his leave of the Amazonian Queen Lucida, he mounts upon his Steed, and advenrurously rides towards the enchanted Tower of Brumond.  
Now these disports being ended, wherein St. George's entertainment was only expressed, with the Queen's relation of her bondage, this brave Champion was seen to ride over the bridge to combat with these aforesaid Monsters, the Dragon and Giant: all which was expressed in the next devise of Mr. Thomas Butler: and so I end, with my hearty invocations to the Almighty to send the Bride and Bridegroom the years of Methushalah, the fortitude of joshua, the wealth of Croesus, and last of all an endless Crown of Immortality in the highest heavens.   

A true description of the Platform of a part of the fireworks, devised and made by Mr. Thomas Butler Gunner, and servant to the King's Royal Majesty.  
THis enchanted Castle or Tower of Brumond is in height 40. foot and 30. square, between which and the Pavilion of the Amazonian Queen, is a long Bridge, on the which Bridge, the valiant and heroic Champion Saint George being mounted on horseback, makes towards the Castle of Brumond, which being perceived by the watchful Dragon, (who was left by the Margo the Coniver as a Sentinel) is encountered by him, where as Saint George (being armed at all points (but especially) with an unrebated courage) having in his helmet a burning flaming Feather, and in one hand a burning Lance, and in the other a fiery Sword, with which weapons he assails the dreadful Dragon, with such fury and Monter quelling strokes, as if the Cyclops had been forging, an I beating T●●erbolts on Vulcan's Aquile: where in conclusion, after a terrible and long endured Combat, with his Lance he gores the Hellhound under the wing, that he presently after most hideous roaring, and bleching of fire is vanquished and s●ine: at which the terrible shaped Giant rises (who having fate as a Spectator of this bloody Battle upon a stamp of a Tree at the Castle Gate) and addresses himself towards Saint George, meaning to revenge the death of the Dragon, and to swallow his enemy for a medium: but at their first encounter, the blows on both sides fell like thunderclaps, enforcing Lightnings, and fiery exhalations to sparkle from whence their powerful strokes lighted: at last the Monster gaping wide as an Arch in London Bridge, runs furiously, intending to swallow his Adversary at a bit: which Saint George seeing, upon the sudden thrust his Sword into his greedy throat, & overthrew him: at which the Monster yels and cores forth such a terrible noyle, as if the Centre of the Earth had cracked, that with the uncouth din thereof, the Neighbouring Hills, Woods, and Valleys, seemed to tremble like an earth quake.  
The Giant lying at the mercy of Saint George, entreats him to spare his life, and he will show him the way how he shall conquer the Castle, and bring the Enchanter to his everlasting downfall.  
Upon which promise, Saint George and the Giant walk into the Castle together, where he tells Saint George that there is an Enchanted fountain, and whosoever can attain to drink of it, shallbe he, whom the Fates have ordained to be the conclusion of the Castle's glory.  
In the mean space whilst these things were doing, the Magician Mango, having intelligence of the dangerous estate of his Castle, and fearing the loss of his Lady: suddenly mounts him on a flying invisible Devil, and in a moment alights within the Castle upon whom St. George makes a present conquest. The Castle hath on the top thereof a fiery Fountain, which burns and sends up Rackets into the Air, some great, and some less, and fire dispersed many ways in great abundance with innumerable lights round about.  
Secondly, the Magician it taken with his Conjuring Sceptre in his hand, and bound to a Pillar by Saint George, and burned with store of lights (as before) with Fires and Rackets ascending and descending too and fro in the Air.  
Thirdly, the four Squares of the Tower are fired, with abundance of Lights, with Rackets flying into the Air, with fires dispersed, and scattered diverse and sundry ways, & with reports and blows, some great, and some less, according to their making.  
Fourthly, the four Turrets are fired with fire, and innumerable lights, with abundance of Rackets flying too and fro in the Air giving diverse reports, as before.  
Then the main Castle is fired, and upon two of the corner Turets are two Globes fired, and betwixt each Globe at two other corner Turrets, are a-men, catching as it were at the Globes which still turn from them, and they chase and following the Globes, still burning and turning till all be extinguished with fire: always Rackets flying and reports thwacking, & Lights burning.  
THOMAS BYTLER.   

William Bettis his invention, of such part of the fireworks as were performed by him at the Royal Celebration: which he had contrived in such sort, that if the weather had been Rainy or Windy, yet his designments should have been accamplished.  
A Castle with diverse fire works, representing and assuming diverse variable shapes, and imaginary forms; which continued the space of an hour or thereabouts: the nature and quality of which firework, was performed as followeth.  

1. First, there was seen 13. great fires, to fly too and fro round about the Castle, whereby it seemed to be beleaguered or Circumvolved with fires, which yeeled a most pleasing object to all the Spectators.  
2. Secondly, a flight of great store of Rackets was seen to ascend into the air, and descend again, which in their descending were extinguished.  
3. Thirdly, the whole Castle was all on fire, wherein was seen many things very delightful.  
4. Fourthly, was seen many buttons fly, dispersed diverse ways from the Castle, with great cracks, blows, and reports in great number.  
5. Next that, was seen a Stag or Hart, hunted and chased said with dogs, all their bodies being artificially made and proportioned in one flame of fire, where the following Hounds were plainly seen to pull down and vanquish the Stag, which they before had chased.  
6. Sixthly, there was seen a great flight of Rackets, with two or three fires a piece.  
7. Seaventhly were seen two or three hundreth fires flying from the Castle, and then flying too and fro in and out, many ways altogether.  
8. Next which, was seen a great flight of Rackets, with many great fires, some of the said fires breaking into many parts, diverse ways dispersed in abundance, which fires were seen to fall burning into the water.  
9 Ninthly, was seen many Rackets flying into the Air in great abundance, giving many blows, cracks, or reports, numberless.  
10. Tenthly, was seen diverse other Rackets flying aloft into the Air, which Rackets did assimilate the shapes and proportions of Men, women, fowls, beasts, fishes, and other forms and figures. Last of all, was heard 100 blows and reports as loud as the report of a reasonable Chamber is able to give, and so with fires, lights, Rackets, & such like, (to the delight of all the beholders, & the great credit of the inventor of this fireworke) all was extinguished and concluded.   
WILLIAM BETTIS.   

Master john Tindale Gunner and servant to the King's Royal Majesty, The true description of such part of the Fireworks as were by him devised and performed at this Royal Triumphs.  
A Castle, old and very Ruinous, called the Castle of Envy, situated and erected on a Rock (all ragged and horrid to behold) called the Rock of Ruin; encompassed round, and drenched in a troublous Sea, called the Sea of Disquiet: The Captain of this Castle's name was Discord, with his Lieutenant Lawless, Ancient Hatred, Sergeant Malice, Corporal Contention, with his Lansprezado Hellhound. The Rock or foundation of this Castle being all replenished with Adders, Snakes, Toads, Serpents, Scorpions, and such venomous Vermin, from whose throats were belched many fires, with Crackers, Rackets, blows and reports in great number.  
To the subversion of these malevolent edifices, there came three Ships, the one of them being called goodwill, in whom Loyalty was Captain, and Zeal was Master.  
The second ship was named the True-love, in whom Trust was Captain, and Perseverance was Master.  
The third ship was called Assurance, in whom Circumspection was Captain, and Providence the Master.  
These three ships and Captains with their valiant and confident associates, assaults this Castle of Envy, where after half an hour's fight or thereabouts (by the invincible prowess of the assailants) the Hell borne defendants were vanquished, their Castle utterly razed, demolished, and subverted, with Rackets, breakers, blows, and reports innumerable.  
JOHN tindal.   

The description of such part of the Fire works as were devised and accomplished by Master William Fishenden Gunner, and Servant to his Majesty.  
Apiramides or lofty platform, in the form of a Triangled spire, with a Globe fixed on the top thereof the whole work turning & burning, the space almost of half an hour, or near thereabouts, from whence proceeded many Rackets, firea, blows and reports, in great numbers, to the great delight and contentment of the King, the Queen, the Prince, the Princess Elizabeth, the Prince Palatine, and diverse others the Nobility, the Gentry, and Commons of this Kingdom.    
FINIS.   

EPITHALAMIES. OR, Encomiasticke Triumphal Verses, Consecrated to the Immortal memory, of the royal Nuptials of the two Parragons' of Christendom FREDERICK and ELIZABETH.  

He 
* God.  that upon the Poles hath hinged the skies  
Who made the Spheres, the Orbs, and Planets seven.  
Whose justice dams, whose mercy justifies,  
What was, is, shall be, in earth, Hell, or Heaven:  
Whom men and Angels lauds and magnifies,  
(According as his Law's command hath given)  
The poor, the Rich, the Beggar and the King,  
In several Anthems his great praises sing.   

Then as the meanest do their voices stretch,  
To lawd the sempiternal Lord of Lords:  
So I a lame Decrepit-witted wretch,  
With such poor Phrases as my skill a floords:  
From out the Circuit of my brain did fetch,  
Such weak invention as my wit records.  
To write the triumphs of this famous I'll,  
On which both Heaven & earth with joy doth smile.   

My Genius therefore my invention moves,  
TO sing of Britain's great Olympic Games,  
Of mirth, of Heaven and earth's beloved loves,  
Of Princely sports, that noble minds inflames  
To do the utmost of their best behoves;  
To fill the world with their achieved Fames.  
T'attain Eternity's all-passing bounds,  
Which neither Fate, nor Death, nor Time confounds.   

Guns, Drums, and Trumpets, Fireworks, Bonfires, Bels.  
With acclamations, and applausefull noise:  
Tilts, Attorneys, Barriers, all in mirth excels,  
The air reverberates our earthly joys.  
This great Triumphing, Prophet-like foretells  
(I hope) how 
* The Lake or Gulf of forgetfulness of the which I hope our griefs have sufficiently carowled.  Leathes Lake all grief destroys,  
For now black sorrow from our Land is chased,  
And joy and mirth each other have embraced.   

How much Ichovah hath this Island blessed,  
The thoughts of man can never well conceive:  
How much we lately were with woes oppressed.  
For him 
* Prince Henry.  whom Death did late of life bereave.  
And in the midst of grief, and sad unrest,  
To mirthful sport 
* God.  freely giu'es us leave:  
And when we all were drenched in black despair,  
joy conquered grief, and comfort vanquished care.   

Thou high and mighty 〈…〉 ●●●,  
Count Palatine and pal 〈…〉 of the ●●●●●:  
Bavares great Duke, whom God on high doth life,  
To be the tenth unto the Worthies nine.  
Be ever blessed with thy beloved 
* The Princess Elizabeth.  Gild,  
Whom God, and best of men makes only thine:  
Let annually the day be given to mirth,  
Wherein the Nuptials gave our loy joys new birth.   

Right gracious Princess, great Elizabeth  
In whose Heroic, pure, white ivory breast,  
True virtue life's, and living flourisheth:  
And as their Mansion hath the same possessed:  
Beloved of God above, and men beneath,  
In whom the Goddesses and graces rest.  
By virtue's power, Ichonah thee hath given,  
Each place doth seem (where thou remain'st) a heaven.   

The Royal blood of Emperors and Kings,  
Of Potent Conquerors, and Famous Knights  
Successively from these two Prince's springs:  
Who well may claim these titles as their rights:  
The Patrons Christendom to union brings,  
Whose unity remoted Lands unites,  
And well in time (I hope) this sacred work,  
Will hunt from Christian Lands the faithless Turk.   
By this happy marriage, great Britain, France, Denmark, Germany, & the most part of Christendon●e are united either in affinity or consanguinity.  

Since first the framing of the world's vast Room,  
A fit, better match was not combined;  
So old in wisdom, young in beauty's bloom,  
And both so good and graciously inclined.  
And from this day, until the day of doom;  
I doubt succeeding ages shall not find;  
Such wisdom, beauty, grace, compact together,  
As is innate in them, in both in either.   

None (but the Devil and his infernal crew)  
At this beloved heavenly match repines,  
None (but such fiends, which hell on earth doth spew)  
Which wish Eclipse of their illustrious shyves,  
The Gods themselves with rare inventions new,  
With inspiration man's device refines;  
And with their presence undertakes these tasks,  
Devises, motions, Revels, plays, and Masks.   
That which God love's most, the Devil hates most: and I am sure that none but the black crew are offended with these Royal Nuptials.  

The thunderers 
* june.  Bride hath ●efe her heavenly bed,  
And with her presence this great wedding graces;  
Him●● in Saffron Robes enveloped:  
joynas and accords these Lovers loved embraces:  
Yea all the Gods down to the Earth are fied.  
And 'mongst our joys their pleasures enterlaces.  
Immortals joins with mortals in their mirth,  
And makes the Court their Paradise on earth.   

Majestic jove hath left his spangled Throne  
To dance Levaltoes at this Bridal feast:  
Infusieg jovial glee in every one,  
The high, the low, the greatest and the least.  
Sad minds to sable melancholy prone,  
Great love their vital parts hath so possessed:  
That all are wrapped in sportful ecstasies,  
With shows and Glamors echoing in the skies.   
Where the Plane● jupiter hath sole predominance, there is all Royal mirth, and jou●all alacrity.  


a Sol.  Apollo from the two topped 
b Parnassus.  Muses Hill  
Eight of the 
c The Muses.  Sisters nine hath brought from thence  
(Leaving 
d A tragical mournful Muse who hath been here already, but I hope now she is lame of the Gout, that she will keep home for ever.  Me●pomence alone there still  
To muse on sad and tragical events)  
The rest all stretching their all matchless skill  
To serve this Royal Princess, and this Princes.  
Thus Sol descended from his Radiant shrine,  
Brings Poesy and Music down divine.   

The wrathful God of 
e Mars.  War in burnished Arms  
Lays by his angry all confounding mood:  
And in the Lifts strikes up sweet Love's Alarms,  
Where friendly wars draws no unfriendly blood,  
Where honours fire the noble spirit warms  
To undertake such actions as are good.  
Thus mighty Mars these triumphs doth increase At Tilt.  
With peaceful war, and sweet contention's peace.   

The Queen of 
f Venus.  Love these Royal sports attend,  
And at this Banquet deigns to be a guest:  
Her whole endeavours she doth wholly bend,  
She may in Love's delights outstrip the best:  
For whosoever doth Hymen's Lawos pre●end  
If Venus be but absent from the feast,  
They may perhaps be merry in some sort,  
But 'tis but painted mirth and airy sport.   
All worth nothing.  

Bright Maia's So●e the God of tricks and sleights, ●●●●  
Hath opened the treasure of his subtle wit; mercury  
And as a Servant on this Wedding waits  
With Masques, with Revals, and with triumphs fit,  
His rare inventions and his acquaint conceits,  
(Twixt Heaven alost, and Hell infernal pit)  
He in imaginary shows affords  
In shape, form, method, and applausefull words.   

Old sullen 
i A dogged melancholy Planet, a malevolent opposite to all mirth  Saturn hide his moody head,  
In dusky shades, of black Cimmerian night:  
And wavering 
k The Moo●●● who doth never continue at a stay, and therefore she●●● herself from those delights which I hope will be pe●●●.  Luna closely couched to bed,  
Her various change she knew would not delight  
The loyal minds where constancy is bred,  
Where Protens thoughts are put to shameful flight,  
These two 
l ●●● Luna or indeed the nights, were dark at the Wedding because the moon s●ined not.  by joves' command were straightly bound  
To stay at home (as better lost then found)   

Cupid descended from the Crystal skies  
And leaves befind his golden feathered darts:  
In steed of whom, he makes fair Ladies eyes  
The piercing weapons of true loning hearts,  
And he amongst these high Solemnities,  
His awful presence freely he imparts,  
To all in general with mirthful cheer,  
All sport's the better if love's God be there.   

The off spring of the high celestial jove,  
His brain. bred 
m Minerva whom the Poets sane to be the Goddesses Wisdom, Borne and bred in the brain of jupiter.  Daughter and his thigh borne Son  

n Bacchus whom his Father love saved from Abor●iue buth from his mother Se●d, and sowed him up in his Thigh till the time of his birth was come to a period. Gai● Lib. 3.  One with advice of wisdom she wed her love,  
And tother bounteously made plenty run:  
Where wine in streams 'gainst one another strone,  
Where many a Cask was bankrupt an undone,  
Deprived the treasure of the fruitfully vinese  
By Bacchus' bounty, that great God of Wine. s   

Thus jove and juno, Jmps of aged Ops  
With wise Minerva, Mars and Mercury:  
Resplendent Sol with music's strains and ileps  
Fair Venus' Queen of Love's alacrity,  
Love's God with shafts betipe with golden tops  
And Bacchus showering sweet humidity,  
Gods, Goddesses, the Graces and the Muses,  
To grace these triumphs all their cunnings uses.   

Amongst the rest was all recording Fame  
Inscalping noble deeds in brazen l●aues:  
That meager Envy cannot wrong that name,  
Where brave Heroick acts the mind upheaves:  
Foams golden trump will through the world proclaim  
Whom Fortune, Far, nor Death nor time bereaves.  
Thus like a Scribe, Fame waited to Record  
The Neptialls of this Ludy and this Lord,   

All making marring time that turneth never  
To these proceed still hath been auspicious,  
And in his Progress will I hope, persever,  
To make their days and hours ro be delicious.  
Thus Fame, and time, affords their best endeavour  
Unto this royal match to be propitious:  
Time in all pleasure through their lives will pass  
Whilst Fame records their Fame's inleaves of Brass.   
Time's Progress.  

Yond Sons of judas and Achitophei,  
Whose damned delights are treasons, blood, & death:  
Th' almighty's power your haughty prides will quell,  
And unlike your vassals, vessels of his wrath,  
Let all that wish these Princes worse than well,  
Be judged and doomed to everlasting Scathe,  
For 'tis apparent, and experience proves,  
No hare prevails, where great Ichovah love's.   

To whose Omnipotent Eternal power,  
I do commit this blessed beloved pair:  
Oh let thy graces daily on them shower,  
Let each of them be thine adopted Heir a  
Raise them at last to thy Celestial Bower,  
And feat them both in lasting glories Chair.  
In fine, their earthly days be long and blessed:  
And after bettered in eternal rest.   

A Sonnet to the Imperious Majestic mirror of King james, great Britain's Monarch.  
GReat Phoebus spreads his Rays on good & ill,  
Dame Tellus feeds the Lion and the Rat,  
The smallest Sails God AEols breath doth fill:  
And Ttetic Harbots both the Whale and Sprat.  
But as the Sun doth quicken dying Plants,  
So thy illustrious shine doth glad all hearts:  
And as the Earth supplies our needful wants,  
So doth thy bounty guerdon good deserts.  
And like the aytie AEols pleasant gales,  
Thou fill'st with joy the Sails of rich and poor,  
And as the Sea doth harbour Sprats and Whales,  
So thou to high and low yields harbour flore.  
Thus Sea, Air, Earth, and Titan's fiery face,  
Are Elemental Servants to thy Grace.  

To Life.  
SInce that on earth thou wondrous wand'ring gest,  
Arithmeticians never number can  
The several Lodgings thouhast ta'en in man,  
In Fish, in Fowl, in tame or brutish beast:  
Since all by thee from greatest to the least,  
Are squared (and well compared) unto a span,  
Oh fleeting Life take this ●●y counsel than,  
Hold long possession in thy royal breast:  
Dwell ever with the King, the Queen, the Prince,  
The gracious Princess, and her Princely Spouse.  
In each of these thou hast a lasting house:  
Which Fate, nor Death, nor Time, cannot convince.  
And when to change thy Lodging thou art driven,  
Thyself and they exalted by to Heaven.   

To Death.  
To thee, whose avaricious greedy mood,  
Doth play a sweep stake with all living things  
And like a Horseleech Quaffes the several blood,  
Of subjects, Abjects, Emperors and Kings:  
That high and low, and all must feel thy stings,  
The Lord, the Loon, the Caitiff and the Keasar,  
A beggar's death as much contentment brings  
To thee, as did the fall of julius Caesar.  
Then since the good and bad are all as one,  
And Larks to thee, no better are then Kites,  
Take then the bad, and let the good alone,  
Feed on base wretches, leave the worthy wights,  
With thee the wicked evermore will stay,  
But from thee, Fame will take the good away.   

To Eternity.  
THou that beyond all things dost goes as fare,  
That no Cosmographers could e'er survey.  
Whose glory (brighter than great Phoebus' Car)  
Doth shine, where night doth ne'er eclipse the day:  
To thee I consecrate these Prince's acts.  
In thee alone let all their beings be:  
Let all the measures of their famous tracts.  
In the begin, but never end like thee.  
And when thy Servant Time, gives Life to Death,  
And Death surrenders all their lives to Fame:  
Oh then inspire them with celestial breath,  
With Saints and Martyrs to applaud thy name.  
Thus unto thee, (as thine own proper rights)  
Iconsecrate these matchless worthy wights.  
john Taylor.    
FINIS.   

TAILORS FAREWELL, TO THE TOWER BOTTLES.  

THE ARGUMENT.  
ABout three hundred and twenty years since, or thereabout, (I think in the Reign of King Richard the Second) there was a gift given to the Tower, or to the Lieutenants thereof, for the time then and for ever being, which gift was two black Leather Bottles, or Bombards of Wine, from every Ship that brought Wine into the River of Thames; the which hath so continued until this day, but the Merchants finding themselves aggrieved lately, because they thought the Bottles were made bigger than they were formerly wont to be; did wage Law with the Lieutenant (Sir Geruis Helwis by Name) in which suit the Lieutenant had been overthrown, but for such witnesses as I found that knew his right for a long time in their own knowledge. But I having had the gathering of these Wines for many years, was at last Discharged from my place because I would not buy it, which because it was never bought or sold before, I would not or durst not venture upon so unhonest a Novelty, it being sold indeed at so hugh a Rate, that who so bought it must pay thrice the value of it: whereupon I took occasion to take leave of the Bottles in this following Poem, in which the Reader must be very melancholy, if the reading hereof doth not make him very merry.  
JOHN TAYLOR.   


BY your leave Gentlemen, I'll make some sport,  
Although I venture half a hanging for't:  
But yet I will no peace or manners break  
For I to none but Leather bottles speak.  
No anger spurs me forward, or despite  
Insomuch plain Verse I talk of wrong and Right.  
The loser may speak, when the Winner wins,  
And madly merrily my Muse gins.  
Mad Bedlam Tom, assist me in thy Rags,  
Lend me thy Army of foul Fiends and Hags:  
Hobgoblins, Elves, fair Fairies, and foul Furies,  
Let me have twelve Groce of Infernail luries,  
With Robin. Gooasellow and bloody Born  
Assist my merry Muse, all, every one.  
I will not call to the 
a The 9 Muse.  Pegassian Nine,  
In this they shall not aid me in a Line:  
Their favours I'll reserve till fit time,  
To grace some better business with my Rhyme,  
Plain homespun stuff shall now proceed from me,  
Much like unto the picture of we 
b The picture of two Fools, and the third looking on, I do fitly compare with the two black Bottles and myself.  Three.   

And now I talk of three, just three we are,  
Two false black bottles, and myself at jar,  
And Reader when yond read our cause of strife,  
You'll laugh or else lie down, I'll lay my life,  
But as remembrance lamely can rehearse,  
In sport I'll rip the matter up in Verse.  
Yet first I think it fit here down to set  
By what means first. I with those Bottles met.  
Then stroke your beard my Masters and give ear,  
I was a Waterman twice Four long year,  
And lived in a Contented happy state,  
Then turned the whirling wheel of fickle Fate,  
From Water unto Wine: Sir William Waad  
D●● freely, and for nothing turn my trade.  
Ten years almost the place I did Retain,  
And 
c I filled the two Bottles, being in quantity six gallons, from every ship that brought Wines up the River of I hams.  gleaned great Bacchus' blood from France and Spain,  
Few S●ips my visitation did escape,  
That brought the spirit fuil liquor of the Grape:  
My Bottles and myself did oft agree,  
Full to the top all merry came We three.   

Yet always 'twas my chance in Bacchus' spite,  
To come into the Tower vnfoxed upright.  
But as men's thoughts a world of ways do range,  
So as Lieutenancs changed, did customs 
d The Wines had been continually brought into the Lieutenant's Seller of the Tower for ●16. years, and never sold till ●● of late within this four or five years.  change:   

The Ancient use used many years before,  
Was sold, unto the highest Rate and more,  
At such a price, that whosoever did give,  
Must play the Thief, or could not sa●e and live.  
Which to my loss, I manifestly found  
I am well sure it cost me thirty pound  
For one year but before the next year come,  
'Twas almost mounted to a 
e It was sold at these hard Rates by another Lieutenant. (an honest religious Gentleman, and a good Housekeeper) by the persuasions of some of his doubled diligent Servants.  double sum:   

Then I, in Scorn, Contempt, and vile Disgrace,  
Discarded was, and quite thrust from my place,  
There Bacchus almost cast me in the mire,  
And I from Wine to Water did retire.  
But when the blind misjudging world did see,  
The strange unlooked for parting of us Three,  
To hear but how the multitude did judge,  
How they did mutter, mumble, prate and grudge,  
That for some 
f Against all the world I oppose myself in this point, but yet ●● purpose to confess more, than any man can accuse me of.  faults I surely had committed,  
I, in disgrace thus from my place was quitted.  
These imputations grieved me to the heart,  
(For they were caustesse and without desert)  
And therefore, though no man above the Ground  
That knew the Bottles would give Twenty 
g Except he were a Fool, or a Madman.  pound  
Rather than I would branded be with shame,  
And bear the burden of desertless blame,  
To be an Owl, contemptuously b●wondred,  
I would 
h I did fears at that Lieutenant was to leave his place, which made me bargain with him at any price, in hope that he would not stay the full Receiving, which fell out as I wished it.  give threescore, fourscore, or a hundred.  
For I did vow, although I were undone,  
I would redeem my credit ovetrunne,  
And 'tis much better in a jail to rot,  
To suffer Begg'ry, Slavery, or what not,  
Then to be blasted with that wrong of wrongs,  
Which is the poison of Backbiting tongues.  
Hoisted aloft unto this mounting tax●,  
Bound fast in Bonds in Parchment and with wax,  
Time galloped, and brought on the payment day,  
And for three Months I eighteen pounds did pay  
Then I confess, I played the Thief in grain,  
And for one Bottle commonly stole twain.  
But so who buys the place, and means to thrive,  
Must many times for one take four or five.  
For this I will maintain and verify,  
It is an office no true man can buy.  
And by that reason sure I should say well,  
It is unfit for any man to sell:  
For till at such an extreme rate I bought,  
To filch or steal, I scarcely had a thought.  
And I dare make a vow 'fore God and men,  
I never played the Thief so much as then.  
But at the last my friendly stars agreed,  
That from my heavy bonds I should be 
i That Lieutenant left his place, by which I was eased of my hard payments.  freed:  
Which if I ever come into again,  
Let hanging be the Guerdon for my pain.  
Then the 
k By this Lieutenant that now is.  old custom did again begin,  
And to the Tower I brought the Bottles in,  
For which for serving more than half a year,  
I (with much Love) had wages and good cheer,  
Till one 
l A desperate Clothworker, that did hunger and thirst to undo himself.  most valiant, ignorantly stout,  
Did buy, and over-buy, and buy me out.  
Thus like times Football, was I often tossed  
In Dock out Nettle, up down, blessed and crossed,  
Outfaced and faced, graced and again disgraced,  
And as blind Fortune pleased, displaced or placed.  
And thus, for aught my 
m Augury is a kind of Soothsaying by the slight of Birds.  Augury can s●e  
Divorced and parted ever are we Three.  
Old Nabaoth, my case much is fare worse than thine,  
Thou but the Vineyard lost, I lost the Wine:  
Two witnesses (for bribes) the false accused,  
(Perhaps) some prating Knaves have me abused:  
Yet thy wrong's more than mine, the reason why,  
For thou wast 
n Naboath was stened to death, so am not I.  stoned to Death, so am not I.  
But as the Dogs, did eat the flesh and gore  
Of jezabel, that Royal painted Whore,  
So may the Gallows eat some friends of mine,  
That first strived to remove me from the Wine.  
This may by some misfortune be their lot,  
Although that any way I wish it not.  
But farewell bottles never to return,  
Weep you in Sack, whilst I in Al● will mourn;  
Yet though you have no reason, wit, or sense,  
I'll senseless caide you for your vile offence,  
That from your foster Father me would slide  
So dwell with Ignorance, a blind sold guide.  
For who in Britain knew (but 
o My Bowls do deserve a little reproose.  I) to use you,  
And who but I knew how for to abuse you;  
My speech to you, no action sure can bear,  
From Scandala magratum I am clear.  
When Vpland Tradesmen thus dares take in hand  
A watery business, they not understand:  
It did presage things would turn topsy tourney,  
And the conclusion of it would be scurvy,  
But leaving him unto the course of Fate,  
Bottles let you and I a while debate,  
Call your extravagant wild humours home,  
And think but whom you are departed from;  
I that for your sakes have given stabs and stripes,  
To glue you suck from Hogsheads and from Pipes,  
I that with pains and care you long have nursed,  
Oft filled you with the best, and left the worst.  
And to maintain you full, would often pierce,  
The best of Bats, a Puncheon, or a Teirce,  
Whilst Pipes and Sack butts were the Instruments  
That I playdon, to fill your full contents.  
With Bastart, Sack, with Alicant, and Rhenish,  
Your hungry maws I often did replenish.  
With Malmesy, Muskadel, and Corcica,  
With White, Red, Claret, and Liatica,  
With Hollocke, Sherant, Mallig, Canara,  
I stufe your sides up with a surserara,  
That though the world was hard, my care was still,  
To search and labour you might have your fill,  
That when my Master did or sup or dine,  
He had his choice of 
p This was a credit ●● the King's Castle, and to the Lieutenant thereof,  fifteen sorts of Wine.  
And as good wines they were I dare be bold.  
As any Seller in this Land did hold.  
Thus from these Bottles I made honour spring.  
Besitting for the Castle of a King.  
This Royastie my labour did maintain.  
When I had meat and wages for my pain.  
Ingrateful Bettles, take it not amiss  
That I, of your unkindness tell you this,  
Sure if you could speak, you could say in brief,  
Your greatest want, was still my greatest grief.  
Did I not often in my bosom hug you,  
And in mine arms would (like a Father) hug you,  
Have I not run through Tempests, Gusts, and Storms.  
And me with danger in strange various former,  
All times and tides, with, and against the stream.  
Your welfare ever was my labour's sheame.  
Sleet, Raine, Hail, Winde, or Winter's frosty chaps,  
joves' Lightning, or his dreadful Thunderclaps,  
When all the Elements in one consoire,  
Sad earth, sharp air, rough water, flashing fire.  
Have warred on one another, as if all  
This world of nothing, would to nothing fall.  
When showering Hailshot, from the storming heaven  
Nor blustering Gusts by AEols belching driven,  
Can hold me back, then oft I searched and sought,  
And found, and unto you the purchase brought.  
All weathers, fair, foul, Sunshine, wet and dry,  
I travailed still, your paunches to supply.  
Oft have I fought, and swaggered in your Right,  
And filled you still by either sleigh●t or might.  
And in th'Exchequer I stood for your Cause,  
Else had you been confounded by the Laws.  
I did produce such 
q I found and brought 30 w●nesses that know and took their ●●●hes of the quantity of the Bottles for 50. years,  witnesses which crossed  
The Merchant's suit, else you had quite been lost,  
And (but for me) apparently 'tis known,  
You had been Kicksie winsie over thrown,  
And for my Service and my much pains taken,  
I am cashiered, abandoned, and forsaken.  
I knew it well, and said, and swore it too.  
That he that bought you, would himself undo,  
And I was promised, that when he gave o'er,  
That I should fill you, as I did before,  
For which four years with patience I did stay,  
Expecting he would break or run away.  
Which though it be fall'n out as I expected,  
Yet nevertheless my Service is rejected,  
Let men judge if I have not cause to write  
Against my Fortune, and the world's despite,  
That in my prime of strength, so long a 
r 14. years.  space,  
I toiled and drudged, in such a gainelesse place,  
Whereas the best part of my life I spent,  
And to my power gave every man content,  
In all which time which I did then remain,  
I gave no man occasion to complain,  
For unto all that know me, I appeal,  
To speak if well or ill I used to deal,  
Or if there be the least abuse in me,  
For which I thus from you should sundered be.  
For though my profit by you was but small,  
Yet sure my Gain was Love in general.  
And that I do not lie nor speak amiss,  
I can bring hundreds that can witness this,  
Yet for all this, I ever am put off,  
And made a scorn, a Byword and a scoff.  
It must some villain's information be,  
That hath maliciously abused me,  
But if I knew the misinformingelfe.  
I would write lines should make him hang himself.  
Be he a great man that doth use me ill,  
(That makes his will his Law, and Law his will)  
I hold a poor man may that great man tell,  
How that in doing ill, he doth not well,  
But Bottles black, once more have at your breech,  
For unto you I only bend my speech  
Full fourteen times had Sols illustrious Rays,  
Ran through the Zodiac, when I spent my days  
To conserve, reserve, prestrue and deserve,  
Your loves, when you with wants were like to starve.  
A Groce of Moons, and twice 12. months beside,  
I have attended you all time and tides.  
●● I gained Twelve. penez by you all that time,  
May I to Tyburn for promotion Climb,  
For though the blind world understand it not,  
I know there's nothing by you can be got,  
Except a drunken pate, a scurvy word,  
And now and then be tumbled over board,  
And though these mischiefs I have kept me fro,  
No other Bottleman could e'er do so,  
'Tis known you have been stabbed, thrown in the Thames,  
And he that filled you beaten, with exclaims,  
Merchants, who have much abused been  
Which Exigents, I never brought you in,  
But I with peace and quietn ●●● got more,  
Then any brabbling o'er could do before.  
The Warders knows, each Bottleman (but I)  
Had always a cracked crowns ●●● black eye,  
Oft beaten like a Dog, with a s●arch'd faee.  
Turned empty, beaten back with vile disgrace.  
These injuries myself did bring ●● quiet,  
And still with peace I filled you free from Riot.  
My labours have been ded care to you,  
And you have dealt with me, as with a jew,  
For unto thousand witness 'tis known.  
I did esteem your welfare as mine own,  
But an objection from my words may run,  
That seeing nothing by you may be won,  
Why I do keep this deal of do about you  
When as I say, I can li●● best wi●●o ●t you.  
I answer, though no profit you do bring,  
Yet there is many a profitable thing,  
Which I of 
s This course never came into my mind, in 14. years whilst I kept the place.  M●●●●s might often buy,  
Which unto me would yield c●●●d●●ty  
And I expected when the time should be  
That I should fill you, as 'tw●● prom●t me,  
Whereby some other profit might be got,  
Which I in former times rem●●●●d not,  
All which could do the C●●to●●●●●●● 
t A jar of Olives and ●yle, a few Potatoes, Oranges, Lemons, and diverse other things, which a man may buy, get, and sane by.  no wrong,  
Which to repeat here, would ●● overlong,  
But I was slighted with most vile disgrace,  
And one that was my Prentice place in 
u The fellow was ever a true man to me, and I enoy not his happiness, but yet: ●●● very ●ou●e play offered me.  place. 
x They are made of a Beast hide   
But holla, holla, Muse come back come back,  
I speak to none out you, you Bottles black,  
You that are now turned Monsters, most ingrate,  
Where you have cause to love most, most do hate,  
You that are of good manners quite deprived,  
Worse than the Beast from whence you are derived,  
If you be good for nothing but what's naught,  
Then sure you have been better said then taught:  
Besides the world will tax me, and say still  
The fault was mine, that nurtured you ●o ill.  
Perfisting thus in your injurious wrong.  
It shows y'are drunk with being E●●● long.  
Long fasting sure, hath made you wea● and dull,  
For you are stedyest, when you are most full.  
Me thinks I hear you say the fault's no● yours,  
You are commanded by Superior powers,  
But if the choice were yours, you had much rather  
That I, than any one the Wines should gather.  
Alas poor fools, I see your force is weak,  
Complain you cannot, wanting power to speak;  
If you had speech, it may be you would tell,  
How with you and the Merchants I dealt well,  
But 'tis no matter though you silent be,  
My fourteen years long service speaks for me.  
And for the Merchants still my friends did prove,  
I'll tell them somewhat to requited their Love..  
First let their wisdoms but collect and sum,  
How many ships with wine do yearly come,  
And they will find that all these Bottles shall  
Not fill 
y At 1. gallons from a ship, and from some but I ●●● and a ●●●, I account 30. ships allowance is the quan●●●●●● Hog head had ●●●●●● may be easily found in the Custom house if I speak true or not  nine Hogsheads, at the most of all,  
Then he that for them Three Ton dares to give,  
The ease is pl●i●e, he must or beg or thieve.  
I do not say that you have been abused,  
But you may partly guess how you were used,  
Indeed 
z Now I speak of the boards again.  I think we ne'er so soon had parted,  
Had friendly outsides been but friendly hearted,  
The sweet bate covers the deceiving hooks,  
And false hearts can put on good wards and looks.  
All is not gold the Proverbesayes that g●●●ters,  
And I could with their tongues were full of Blisters,  
That with their flattering diligence most double,  
Themselves, and you, and I, thus much did trouble,  
For misinforming p●l●ry Knaves must be  
The inst●●●n●● of such indignity.  
But as the fairest Gardens have some weeds  
And 'mongst the cleanest flock, some ●cab'd sheep breeds.  
Or as the Tare amongst the wheat doth grow,  
Good only for what's ill, yet makes a show.  
So there's no greatness fixed on the ground,  
But Claw back Sycophants may there be found,  
For 'tis a Maxim held in every Nation,  
Great men are waited on by Adulation,  
No doubt but some doth to the Court resort,  
And sure the Tower must imitate the Court,  
As Caesar's Palace may (perhaps) have many,  
So Caesar's Castle cannot say not any.  
I have found some that with each wind would mo●e  
With hearts all hatred, and with tongues all Love,  
Who with hats moved, would take me by the fist,  
With Compliments of honest jacke how is't?  
I'm glad to see thee well with all my heart,  
Long have I longed to drink with thee a quart,  
I have believed this Dross had been pure Gold,  
When presently I have been bought and sold  
Behind my back (for no desert and Cause)  
By those that kindly Caped and kissed their Clawer.  
For one of them (an ancient Reverend Scribe)  
Received forty shillings for a Bribe,  
On purpose so to bring the case about  
To put another in, and thrust me out,  
Long was the time this business was a brewing,  
Until fit opportunity accrueing,  
I was displaced, yet spite the bribed Shark,  
The man that gave the bribe did miss the mark.  
O Bottles, Bottles, Bottles, Bottles, Bottles,  
Plato's Divine works, not great Aristoteles,  
Did ne'er make mention of a gift so Royal,  
Was ever bought and sold like slaves disloyal.  
For since King Richard second of that name,  
(I think your high Prerogatius you Claim:  
And thus much here to write I dare be bold  
You are a gift not given to be sold,  
For sense or reason never would allow,  
That you should e'er be bought and sold till now.  
Philosophers with all their Documents,  
Not aged Times with all their monuments,  
Did ever mention such untoward Elves,  
That did more idly cast away themselves.  
To such low ebb your basenesle now doth shrink,  
Whereas you yearly did make thousands drink.  
The hateful title now to you is left,  
Y'are instruments of begg'ry and of Theft.  
But when I filled you (I dare boldly sweat)  
From all these imputations you were clear,  
Against which I dare, dare, who dare or can,  
To answer him and meet him man to man,  
Truth arms me, with the which I will hold Bias,  
Against the shock of any false Goliath.  
Bottles you have not wanted of your fill,  
Since you have left me, by your heedlesle will.  
You scarce have tasted penury or want,  
(For cunning Thiefs are seldom ignorant)  
Yet many times you have been filled with trash,  
Scarce good enough your dirty skins to wash.  
All this I know, and this I did divine,  
But all's one, Draff is good enough for Swine.  
I do not here inveigh, or yet Envy,  
The places profit, none can come thereby,  
And in my hand it lies (if so I please)  
To spoil it, and not make it worth a Pease.  
And to the world I'll cause it to appear.  
Who e'er gives for you twenty pounds a yeared  
Must from the Merchants pilfer fourscore more,  
Or else he cannot live and pay the score.  
And to close up this point, I say in brief,  
Who buys it is a Beggar or a Thief,  
Or else a Fool, or to make all agree,  
He may be Fool, Thief, Beggar, all the Three,  
So you false Bottles to you both adieu,  
The Thames for me, not a Denier for you.    
FINIS.   

VERBUM SEMPITERNUM.  

DEDICATED TO THE MOST GRACIOUS AND ILLUSTRIOUS KING CHARLES  
MOst mighty Sovereign, to your hands I give  
The sum of that, which makes Us ever live:  
I humbly crave acceptance at your hand,  
And rest your Servant ever to Command,  
JOHN TAYLOR.   

To the Reader.  
THou that this little Book dost take in hand,  
Before thou judge, be sure to understand:  
And as thy kindness thou extend'st to me,  
At any time I'll do as much for thee.  
Thine, JOHN TAYLOR.   


Genesis.  
Iehovah here of nothing, all things makes,  
And man before all things his God forsakes.  
Yet by th'Almighties mercy 'twas decreed,  
Heaven's Hair should satisfy for maus' misdeed.  
Man's age is long, and all are great, not good,  
And all (save eight) are drowned in the Flood.  
Old Noah, second sire to worst and best,  
Of Cham the eurst, japhet and Sem blessed,  
Of Abraham's starlike numberless increase,  
Of offsprings offsprings, and his rest in peace.  
Of Israel's going into Egypt, and  
Of their abode and living in that Land.  
Of josephs', brethren faithless, and unkind,  
Of his firm Faith, and ever constant mind.  
He pardons them that did his death device,  
He s●es his children's children, and he dies.   

Exodus.  
Th' increase of jacobs' stock is grown past number,  
And fear of them, the AEgyptean King doth cumber.  
Who giving credit to the Enchanters tales,  
Commands to kill all Infant Hebrew Males.  
But Moses is preserved in the River,  
To be a Captain Israel to deliver.  
Stern Pharaobs cruel Adamantine heart  
Will not permit God's people to departed.  
Ten plagues from heaven, are on th' Egyptians poured  
Blood, frogs, lice, flies, beasts, scabs, hail, thundering showered.  
Grasshoppers, darkness, death of first borne men,  
These were the Egyptian plagues in number ten.  
The Isra'lites are freed, and Pharaobs' Host,  
In chase them, are in the red Sea lost.  
A cloud doth shroud them from the burning day,  
By night a fiery Pillar leads the way.  
The murmuring people fearingfamine, rails.  
God raines down Manna from the Heaven & quails,  
The Law is writ in stone (to Moses given)  
By Gods own hand, to guide man unto Heaven,  
The Ceremonial Sacrifice is taught,  
As types of whom out blessed redemption's wrought.   

Leniticus.  
Hear man is showed, it is the Almightles will,  
To guard the good, and to correct the ill.  
The truest Service of the highest stands,  
In no man's fancy, but as he commands.  
And cause men are so apt from Grace to swerve,  
He shows them here, their Maker how to serve.  
The Levites are appointed by the Lord  
To preach unto his chosen flock the word.   

Numbers.  
Old jacobs' blessed off spring numbered are,  
Their valiant Captains and their men of War.  
Cursed Korah with his kinsman desperate Dat●●n,  
And bold Abiram (three sworn Sons of Sathad)  
Rebel against Moses, with their tongues unhallowed,  
And by the earth by heavens just Vengeance swallowed.  
The Israelites to fell confusion brings,  
Great Og and Sib●n misbelieving Kings.  
Where Balaam thought to curse, of force he blessed.  
And by his Ass was told how he transgressed.  
Five Midian Monarches, judaes' Host doth slay.  
And all their spoil divided as a pray.  
The Land of C●naan, measured is, and found,  
That in it all things plenteous do abound.   

Deut●ronomy.  
This Book again the Law of God repeats.  
With blessings, cursings, teachings, and with threats.  
Meek Moses dies, lies in an unknown to me.  
And Nun's Son (josuab) doth supply his room,   

joshua.  
Great Captain joshua, great in faith and courage,  
Through greatest dangers valiantly doth forage.  
He passeth jordane with his mighty host,  
And to the Tribes divideth Coast from Coast.  
The harlot (Rahab) doth preserve the Spies,  
She knows the Lord that reigns above the skies.  
They all pass jordan, which is parted dry.  
Whilst they securely match inuasiu●ly.  
The fear of Cananites doth much increase,  
jerichoes ta'en, and Manna here doth cease.  
Vile Achan closely steals the cursed prey,  
And Israel's beaten from the Walls of Ai,  
Five Kings are hanged, and Phoebus standeth still,  
At Iosuah's prayer, whilst he his Foes did kill.  
Just one and thirty mighty Kings were slain,  
Ere Israel could in peace the Land attain.  
Which being done, the bloody wars do cease.  
Their faithful Captains (joshuah) dies in piece.   

judges.  
juda is Captain, Anaks Sons are slain,  
The Cananites as vassals do remain.  
The Israelites rebel and serve strange Gods,  
And are all plagued with heavens correcting reds.  
The men of Midia, Isra'l much did grieve,  
Stout Gideon comes their sorrows to relieve.  
And is God's Spirit doth his Servant move,  
He overthrows Baal's Altar and his Grove.  
A woman's hand King jabins' Host doth quail,  
And killed his Captain Sis'ra with a nail.  
Abimeleh (by wrong) the kingdom gains,  
A woman dash out his ambitious brains.  
Victorious Iph●ab, rashly swears (not good)  
And ends his conquest in his Daugliters blood.  
Great Sampson's borne, whosever marchlesse strength  
Overthrow the Philistines in breadth and length,  
Fair flattering Dal●lab, her Lord deceives,  
He's ●ane himself, himself of life bereaves.  
The Beniamites abused a Levites wife,  
For which all but six hundred lost their life.   

Ruth.  
(According to the flesh) this woman Ruth,  
Was ancient Grandam to th'eternal Truth,  
And though the from the M●abites doth come,  
It shows th' Almighty in all Lands hath some.   

1. Samuel.  
The Prophet Samuel's born and Elis Sons  
To sin and flat confusion headlong runs.  
The Isralites are by the Lord forsaken,  
And by the Philistines the Ark is taken.  
The figured presence of this all in All,  
Doth make the Devil's invention Dagon fall.  
God takes his people to his love again,  
The Ark's brought back, the Philistines are slain.  
The Sons of Samuel wrong their Father's trust,  
By partial Judgements and with bribes unjust.  
Saul seeking straying Asses, finds a Crown,  
And is anointed King in Raman town.  
The fell Philistians Isr●el doth oppress,  
King Saul doth proudly 'gainst the Lord transgress,  
God dids kill Agag, Saul will have him spared,  
His will more than his Gods, he doth regard.  
Goliath armed leads an host from Gath,  
Defies the Lord of Hosts, provokes his wrath.  
Young David comes, and in his hand a sling,  
And with a stone the Giant down doth ding.  
Old Ishays Son before the Kings preferred,  
And David hath saul's Daughter for reward,  
Th' ingrateful King, seeks David's causeless death,  
True hearted jonathan preserves his breath.  
Saul leaves his God, and to a Witch doth go,  
And so himself, himself doth overthrew.  
The Philistines his children's blood do spill,  
And with his Sword King Saul, King Saul did kill;  
Saul leaves his God, and to a Witch doth go,  
And so himself, himself doth overthrew.  
The Philistines his children's blood did spill,  
And with his Sword King Saul King Saul did kill.   

2. Samuel.  
King Devids' royal heart is filled with woe,  
For jonathan and Saul, his friend, and foe,  
In Regal state he life's and flourisheth,  
And love's saul's Grandchild lame Mephibosheth.  
Affection blinds him on Vriahs' wife,  
T' accomplish which, her husband lost his life.  
The King's reproved by Nathan, and reputes,  
And by repenting, heavens high wrach prevents.  
Incestuous Amnon, Abs●lon doth kill,  
For forcing Tamar 'gainst her Virgin will,  
He's reconciled unto his loving Sire,  
And proudly to the Kingdom doth aspire.  
The old King flees, and over jordane hies,  
The Son pursuing, and the Father flies,  
Achitophel himself hangs in despair,  
And Absalon dies hanged by the hair,  
The King for his rebellious Son doth mourn,  
His people numbered are at his return,  
The Lord is wrath, the pestilence increased,  
That seventy thousand die, and then it ceased.   

1. Kings.  
The Kingly Prophet (valiant David dies.  
His Throne is left to Solomon the wise,  
False Adoniah, joab, Shimei killed,  
By his command, as erst his Father wild.  
With speed he sends for workmen from farre Coasts,  
To build a Temple to the Lord of Hosts,  
Before or after him was never such,  
That had of wisdom or of wealth so much.  
A thousand women, some wed, some unwed,  
This wise King to Idolatry misled.  
He dies and's buried by his father's tomb,  
And Rehoboam doth succeed his room.  
Now Israel from judah is divided,  
Both Kingdoms by bad Kings are badly guided.  
Yet God to jacobs' seed doth promise keep,  
And raises faithful Pastors for his sheep.   

2. Kings.  
Eliah worketh wonders with his word,  
By inspiration of the living Lord:  
He's taken up alive, and his blessed Spirit,  
Doth doubly in Elisha●s breast inherit.  
Some Kings do govern well, most govern ill,  
And what the good reforms, the bad doth spill.  
Till Isr'el, judah. King and kingdom's lost,  
To great Nebu●hadn●zzar and his host.   

1. Chronicles.  
Here every Tribe is numbered to their names,  
To their memorial, and immortal fames,  
And David's acts t'instruct misguided men,  
Are briefly here recorded all again.   

2. Chronicles.  
The state of Israel, I●dah. and their Kings,  
This Book again, again, Recordance brings.  
Their plagues of plague, of ●●mine●●l●uery, sword,  
For their contemning heavens All saving word,   

M●●●ss●●● Pra●er.  
M●●●ss●● almost drowned in black despair,  
Gains mercy by repentance and by prayer.   

Ezrs.  
The Persian Monarch (C●●●●) granteth have,  
The jews once more their freedoms should receive.  
When at Ierus●l●m they make ab●d.  
They all with zeal ●●●●● the house of God.  
Malicious men (with poisonous ●●●●● filled)  
Makes Arta●●● ●irde● tho'e that build.  
Yet God so works, that Israel's is lo●e and zeal,  
Res●mes again their ancient Church and weal.   

Nehemiah.  
The book of Ezra doth concord with this,  
Commanding good, forbidding what's amiss.  
And godly Nehemiah ●●●●● reformed,  
What sin and Satan had long time deformed.   

Esther.  
Here he that dwells in heaven doth deride.  
Queen Vshy's and ambitious Hamans' pride,  
The jews are saved by ester's suit from death,  
And Haman and his Sons; hanged, lose their breath.  
Poor Mordecay is held in high account,  
And to great greatness humbly he doth mount.  
Thus God doth raise all those his Laws do seek,  
He lays the lofty low, ex●l●s the meek.   

job.  
No lusse of Sons and Daughters, goods and all,  
Make not this man into impatience fall,  
Assailing Satan tempering wife, false friends,  
With perfect patience he ●ll woe●● defends,  
I ●●●●●●●● (quoth he) into this world,  
And ●●●●d her●●●●●● I shall be hurled.  
God gives and takes according to his word,  
And blessed ever be the living Lord.   

Psalms.  
The blessed Kingly Prophet sweetly sings,  
●●●nall praises to the King of Kings.  
God's Power, justice, Mercy, Favour, look  
For they are comprehended in this Book.   

Proverbs.  
The wisest man that ever man begot,  
In heavenly Proverbs, shows what's good what's not.   

Ecclessiastes.  
Health, strength, wit, valour, worldly wisdom, pelf,  
All's nought, and worse than vanity itself.   

Salomons song.  
This Song may well be called, the Song of Songs,  
It to the heavenly Bride, and Groom belongs.  
It truly shows Christ's love unto his love,  
His Church, his Wife, his Virgin Spouse, his Dove.   

Isa●ah.  
This worthy Prophet truly doth foretell,  
How Christ shall come to conquer death and hell,  
Rewards unto the godly he repeats,  
And to the godless he denounceth threats.   

jeremy.  
This Man of God long time before foreshoes,  
jerusalems' Captivity and woes.   

Lamentations.  
He wishes here, his head a fountain deep,  
That he might weep, weep, nothing else but weep.  
That he might gush forth flowing streams foe tears  
For Iuaah's thraldom, misery, and fears.   

Eze●hiel.  
In Babylon this Prophet Captive is,  
And there he prophecies of bale and bliss.  
How all must come to pass the Lord hath said,  
How judgement surely comes, although dalayed.   

Daniel.  
The King's dark dream, the Prophet doth expound,  
For which, he's highly honoured and renowned.  
Nabuchadnezzar doth an Image frame,  
Commands all pain of death t'adore the same.  
Three godly jews by no means will fall down,  
And for contempt are in the furnace thrown.  
Where, midst the flames unhurt they sweetly sing.  
Which wonder doth convert the tyrant King.  
Here Daniel Prophecies of Christ to come,  
Of Babel, Persia, Gra●ia, and Rome.   

Hosea.  
He tells misgoverned Israel their sins,  
And how the loss of grace, destruction wins.   

joel.  
This Prophet tells the stubborn. hearted jews,  
How heavens consuming wrath apace ensues.  
He therefore doth persuade them to contrition,  
And by contrition they shall have remission.   

Amos.  
Man's thankless heart, and Gods unmeasured love,  
This Prophet doth to Isr'els' faces prove.   

Obadiah.  
He comforts Pudah (overpress with woes.)  
And prophecies destruction of their foes.   

jonah.  
Here jonah tells the Nini●itrs, except  
Repentance wrath of Heaven do intercept:  
In forty days, high, low, rich, poor, great, small,  
The Lords hot fury shall consume them all.  
With hearts unfeigned, the sinful City mourns,  
The Lord grants mercy, jonah back returns.   

Micah.  
He speaks of Isr'els' and of Iuda's crimes,  
And tells them their confusion comes betimes.   

Nah●m.  
The Nini●ites again forsake the Lord,  
And are subdued by the Assyrian sword.  
This Prophet comforts those that are oppressed,  
And tells the godly, they shall be released,   

Habakkuk.  
He doth be wail th' oppression of the poor,  
For mercy, humbly he doth God implore.  
To keep the Captived jews from fell despair,  
He te●ches them a heavenly form of Prayer.   

Zephania●.  
He fills the good with hope, the bad with ●eare,  
And tells the jews their thraldom draweth near.   

Haggay.  
He exhorteth them to patience in their pain,  
And bids them build the Temple once again.   

Zachariah.  
He tells the jews why they have plagued been,  
He bids them shun Idolatry, and sin.   

Malachi.  
For sin he doth reprove both Peince and Priest,  
And shows the coming both of john and Christ.  
Which Christ shall be a Saviour unto all.  
That with true faith obey his heauo●ly call.   

Apocryphas.  
These books do all in general intimate  
The State of good men, and the reprobate.  
In many places they do seem to vary,  
And bear a sense from Scripture quite contrary,  
In Tobis and Dame Indith disagrees,  
From Text, and Ra●es in the Machab●es.  
For which the Church hath ever held it fit.  
To place them by themselves, from holy writ.    
FINIS.   

SALVATOR MUNDI.  

DEDICATED. TO THE HIGH MAJESTY OF QUEEN MARY.  
GReat Queen, I have with pains and labour took  
From out the greatest Book this little Book.  
And with great Reverence I have culled from thence,  
All things that are of greatest consequence.  
And though the Volume and the Work be small,  
Yet it contains the sum of all in ALL.  
To you I give it, with a heart most fervent,  
And rest your humble Subject, and your Servant.  
JOHN TAYLOR.   

To the Reader.  
Here Reader then mayst read for little cost.  
How thou wast ranso●●'d, when thou quite wast lost.  
Man's gracelesuesse, and Gods exceeding grace,  
Thou here mayst read and see in little space.  
JOHN TAYLOR.   


Matthew.  
Lo here the blessed Son of God and Man  
(New borne) who was before all worlds began,  
Of heavenly seed th'eternal living Rock  
Of humane race, of Kingly David's stock.  
Our blessed Redeemer, whom the Prophet's old  
In their true preachings had so oft foretold.  
In figures, ceremonies, types and tropes,  
He here sulfils their words, confirms their hopes.  
The world's salvations sole and total sum,  
Poor Mankind's Saviour, JESUS CHRIST is come.  
From married Mary, wife and Virgin, springs  
This heavenly, earthly, supreme King of Kings.  
He's naked borne, and in a manger laid,  
Where he and's Mother (blessed wife and maid)  
Are by the wit men sought, and seeking found,  
And having found, their joys do all abound,  
Where they their love, their zeal, their faith unfold,  
And offer incense, mirth, and purest gold.  
Falsehearted Herod seeketh to destroy  
This new borne Infant, our eternal joy.  
But joseph by a dream is warned by night,  
T'ward Egypt with the Babe to take his flight.  
Amongst th' Egyptians be not longsoiournes,  
But back to nazareth he again returns.  
To end the Law, the Babe was circumcised,  
And then by john in jordane was baptised.  
When lo the Father from his glorious Throne,  
Sends down the Holy Ghost upon his Son.  
In likeness of a pure unspotted Dove,  
Which did his Birth and Baptis me both approve.  
Now subtle Satan he attempts and tempts him,  
And fasting, to the wilderness exempts him.  
But jesus power the soul siends power destroyed,  
Commanding Satan hence, Avoid Avoid.  
The fearful Devil doth slay. Christ goes and preaches,  
And in the Mountain multitudes he reaches.  
He said, Repentance wipes away transgressings,  
And to the godly he pronounced blessings.  
He makes the lame to go, the blind to see,  
Deaf hair, dumb, speak, the lepers cleansed be.  
The devils from the possessed out he drove,  
The dead are raised, the poor the Gospel have.  
Such things he doth, as none but God can do,  
And all's to bring his flock his fold unto.  
All that are laden come to me (quoth he)  
And I will ease you, therefore come to me.  
You of your heavy sins I do acquit,  
My yoke is easy and my burden's light.  
Upon Mount Taber there our blessed Messiah,  
Doth show himself with Moses and Elias.  
Yet all these mighty wonders that he wrought,  
Nor all the heavenly teachings that he taught,  
The stiff neckd stubborn jews could not convert,  
But they ramaine obdurate, hard of heart.  
The man (quoth some) by whom these things are done,  
It is the Carpenters, poor josephs' Son.  
Some said how be these things to a pass did bring  
By power of Belzebub th●insernall King.  
Thus with the poison of their envious tongues,  
They guerdon good with ill, and right with wrongs,  
His own not knows him, judas doth betray him,  
To Annas and to Caiphas they convey him.  
From Caiphas back to Annas, and from thence  
Is sent this everlasting happy Prince.  
Thus is this death, this sir●●, this Sathan-killer,  
Mongst sinful wretches tossed from post to Pillar.  
He's slouted, spitted on, derided, stripped, ●  
He's most unmercifully scourged, and whipped.  
By Impious people, he's blasphemed and railed,  
And of the jews in (scorn) as King is hailed.  
He like a Lamb unto his death it led,  
Nailed on the Cross for man, his heart blood shed,  
He (after three days) glorious doth arise,  
He leaves the sinful earth, and mounts the skies.  
But first to his Disciples he appeures,  
Where he their drooping half dead Spirits cheers.   

Mark.  
Saint Mark declares how blessed baptising john,  
Forerunner was of God's eternal Son.  
Which john in Wilderness baptises, teaches,  
And of contrition and remishon preaches.  
Our Saviour calls no Pharisees or Scribes,  
Or princely people out of judah's Tribes.  
But Simon, Andrew, james and john are those,  
Poor toyling Fishermen which jesus chose,  
To show that with the humblest smallest things,  
God greatest matters to perfection brings.  
By sundry wondrous works our Saviour jesus,  
From sin and Satan lab'reth to release us.  
And in requital the Ingrateful jews  
Device their blessed Redeemer to abuse.  
Some inwardly do hate him, some belie him,  
His Servants all for sake him, or deny him.  
But Peter thou wast bless in ●hy dyniall.  
Orthy presuming thou hast ●●● the trial.  
Repentance was● away thy ●●nities crimes,  
And thou a parterp● to after times,  
The Son and Heir of never sading Heaven,  
Into the hands of sinful me●s given.  
He dies, he's buried, and in glory rises,  
Triumphing over all his foes devices,   

S. Luke.  
Hear Mary and old Zacharias sings,  
In joyful manner to the King of Kings.  
And aged Simeon in his armed did take,  
The Lord of life and doth rejoicings make,  
Christ teaches, preaches mercy unto all,  
That by amendment will for mercy call.  
He's ta'en, and by false witnesses accused,  
He's beaten, scoffed, scorned and abused.  
He's hanged upon the Cross betwixt two thiefs,  
The one doth rails on him, and one believes.  
He dies, he's buried; tising he doth quell  
And conquer all his foes, sin, death, and hell.   

B. john.  
In the beginning was th'eternal Word,  
The Word with God was, and that Word the Lord,  
In the beginning the same Word with God  
Was, and for ever hath with him abead,  
With it were all things made, and made was nought  
Without this Word, the which was made or wrought  
Here Christ's Divinity is told by john,  
The blessed Trinity, one three, three one.  
How God had now performed the oath he swore,  
To Abram, and to Israel long before.  
How Christ should come to ransom Aaa●es loss,  
And satisfy God's justice on the cross,  
Though times and places fare a sunderb.,  
Yet Prophets and Evangelists agree.  
In jesus birth, his Doctrine, life and death,  
Whereby our dying Souls ga● ne living breath.  
If all things should be writ which ●rst was done,  
By jesus Christ, (Gods everlasting Son)  
From Cratch to Cross, from Cradle to his tomb,  
To hold the Books, the world would not be room.   

Acts.  
Th' Apostles praising God, and singing Songs,  
The holy Ghost in fiery cloven tongues,  
Descends upon them, who are all inspired,  
With learned language's adorned admired.  
Saint Peter preaching, tells the people plain,  
How they the living Lord of life had slain.  
Some slout and mock, remaining stubborn. hearted.  
And many Souls perverted are converted.  
The Church increases, daily numbers comes,  
And to the Gospel's furth'ring give great Sums.   

Acts.  
False Ananias and his faithless wife,  
In dreadful manner lost their wretched life.  
The envious people stone the Martye Steven,  
He praying for his foes, leaves earth for Heaven.  
The Churches Arch foe, persecuting Saul,  
Is made a convert, and a preaching Paul.  
He's clapped in Prison, manacled and fettered,  
And through his troubles, still his zeal is bettered.  
Th' Apostle james, by Herod's put to death,  
And Herod eat with Lice, loft hateful breath.  
Th' increasing Church amongst the Gentiles spreads,  
By N●re, Paul, and Peter, lost their heads.   

Romans.  
Th' Apostle Paul from Corinth writes to Rome,  
To strength their faith, and tell them Christ is come.  
He shows how high and low, both jew and Greeke  
Are one with God, who faithfully him seek.  
He tells how sin in mortal bodies lupkes,  
How we are saved by faith, and not by works.  
In loving terms, the people he doth move,  
To Faith, to Hope, to Charity, and Love..   

1. Corinth●.  
Paul to Corinthus from Philippy sends,  
Their Zeal, and Faith he lovingly commends.  
He tells them if God's Service they regard,  
Th'eternal Crown of life is their reward.   

2. Corinth's.  
In this Saint Paul sends the Corinthians word,  
Afflictions are the blessings of the Lord.  
He doth desire their Faith may still increase,  
He wishes their prosperity and peace.   

Galathians.  
He tells them that their whole Salvations cause,  
Is all in Christ, and not in Moses Laws.  
The Law's a glass where men their sins do sec,  
And that by Christ we only saved be.   

Ephesians.  
Paul bids cast off the old man with his vice,  
And put on Christ, our blessed redemptions price.   

Philippians.  
He bids them of false teachers to beware,  
He tells them that Humility is rare:  
And though they live here in a veil of strife,  
Yet for them laid up is the Crown of life.   

Colossians.  
Th'Apostle doth rejoice, and praiseth God,  
That these Colossians in true Faith abode.  
He praiseth them he bids them watch and pray,  
That sin an Satan work not their decay.   

1. Thessalonians.  
He thanketh God, his labour's not in vain,  
So steadfast in the faith these men remain,  
That they to others are ablelled light,  
By their example how to live upright.   

2. Thessalonians.  
Again to them, he lovingly doth write:  
He bids them pray the Gospel prosper might.  
He wishes them prosperity and wealth,  
And in the end, Souls everlasting health.   

1. and 2. to Timothy.  
Paul shows to Timothy, a By shop must,  
In life and doctrine be sincere and just.  
And how the Scriptures power have to persuade.  
Whereby the man of God is perfect made.   

Titus.  
To Titus (amongst the Creetans) Paul doth send.  
And warns him what ●allow, or reprehend.   

Philemon.  
Paul earnestly the Master doth request,  
To pardon his poor man that had transgressed.   

Hebrews.  
Although this book doth bear no Authors name,  
It shows the jews how they their lives should frame  
And that the Ceremonial Law is ended  
In Christ, in whom all grace is comprenended.   

S. james.  
Hear, speak, and do well, the Apostle faith,  
For by thy works, a man may see thy faith.   

I. and 2. to Peter.  
He counsels us, be sober, watch and pray,  
And still be ready for the judgement: day.   

1, 2, and 3. of john.  
He shows Christ died, and from the grave arose,  
To save his friends, and to confound his foes.   

S. jude.  
jude bids them in all Godliness proceed,  
And of deceiving teachers on take heed.   

Revelation.  
Divine S. john to Pathmos I'll exiled,  
This heavenly wor● t'instruct us he compild.  
He tells the godly, God shall be their gains,  
He threats she godless with eternal pains.  
He shows how Antichrist should reign and rage  
And how our Saviour should his pride assuage.  
How Christ in glory shall to judgement come,  
And how all people must abide his doom.   

A Prayer.  
GOod God Almighty, (in compassion tender,)  
Preserve and keep King Charles, thy Faith's defender.  
Thy Glory, make his Honour still increase,  
In Peace, in Wars, and in Eternal peace.  
Amen.     

THE BOOK OF MARTYRS.  

DEDICATED TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE, WILLIAM, EARL OF PEMBROKE, etc.  
MY Lord, my weak Collection out hath taken,  
The sum and pith of the great Martyr's Book:  
For pardon and protection I entreat,  
The Volume's little, my presumption great.  
JOHN TAYLOR.   

I Sing their deaths (who dying made death yield  
By Scriptures sword, and faiths unbattered shield  
Whom Satan, men, or monsters could not tame  
Nor sorde them to deny their Saviour's name.  
Evangelists that did the Gospel write,  
Apostles, and brave Martyrs, that did fight.  
'Gainst death and hell; and all the power of sin,  
And boldly d●de eternal life to win.  
john Baptist by King Herod lost his head,  
Who to the world repentance published.  
Our blessed Redeemer in his love did follow,  
And conquered death, man's sinful soul to hollow.  
He was the death of death, and he did quell  
The sting and power of Satan, sin and hell.  
And under his great standard, valiantly,  
A number, numberless have dared to die.  
Through bondage, famine, slavery, sword, and fire,  
Through all devised torments they aspire.  
Victoriously to gain th'immortal Crown,  
Of never-ending honour and renown,  
Saint Steven was the third that lost his breath,  
And (for his Master's sake) was stoned to death,  
And after him in Scripture may we read,  
The Apostle james was brained and butchered,  
Saint Mark th' Evangelist in fire did burn,  
And Bartholmen was flayed, yet would not turn,  
Saint Andrew like a valiant champion died,  
And (willing) on a crossed was crucified.  
Mathias, Philip, Peter, and Saint Paul,  
Stoned, crucified, beheaded, Martyrs all.  
Th' Apostles of their lives no reckoning make,  
And think them well spent for their Saviour's sale,  
The tyrant Emperors, in number ten.  
(Most cruel, barbarous, and inhuman men)  
Moore Christians by their bloody means did s●●y,  
Then for a year five thousand to each day,  
And many Roman Bishops in those days,  
Were Martyred, to their high Creator's praise,  
And though each day so many thousands bleed,  
Yet doubtly more and more they daily breed.  
As Camomile grows better b●ing trod.  
So death and tortures draw more unto God,  
Or as the vine that's cut and pruned bears more.  
In one year than it did in three before,  
This bloody persecution did outwear,  
After Christ's death the first three hundred year,  
Thus did the primitive first Church endure,  
Being Catholic, Apostolic, and pure,  
Then over all the world 'twas truly known,  
That Romish Bishops claimed but their own,  
In their own Diocese to be chief Pastor,  
And not to be the world's great Lord and master,  
And now our Britain glory will I sing  
From Lucius reign, the world's first Christian King.  
Unto these days of happy peaceful state,  
A Catalogue of Martyrs I'll relate,  
First, Ursula, and eleven thousand with her,  
All Virgins, for Carists faith did dye together.  
Then Hengist with the Saxons hither came,  
Who many killed with sword and furious flame.  
Besides eleven hundred Monks were killed,  
At Bangor Abbey all their bloods were spilt.  
And when the Saxons race to end was run,  
The Dines came in, and all the Kingdom won.  
Before whose Swords did many thousands fall.  
Which on the name of JESUS CHRIST did call.  
Then William Conqueror with a multitude,  
Unto the Norman● vo●ke this Land subdued.  
The Pope then caused all Priests to leave their wives,  
To lead soul Sodomiticke single lives.  
Then afterward in second Hearies reign.  
Was saucy Sir Saint Thomas Becket slain.  
A Popish Saint and Martyr made, because  
He died a Traitor to his Sovereign's Laws.  
King Henry and King Richard dead and gone,  
Their brother john (by right) ascends the T●●rone.  
Whom all his life, the Pope of Rome did vex,  
And with oppressions all the Realm perplex.  
With Candle, Book, and Bell, he cursed and blessed,  
And Balls, and Legates did the King molest:  
Until such time he on his knees fell down,  
And to the Pope surrendered up his Crown.  
At last, because he durst the Pope withstand.  
He died imposned by a ●●yers hand.  
When thus by treason, they had killed King john.  
Then the third Henry, England's Crown put on.  
Then England bought the R●mesh doctrine dear,  
It cost her threescore thousand marks a year,  
For Agnus Deses, Pardons Peter pance,  
For which the Pope had all this coin from hence.  
King Henry died, than Edward took the sway,  
His Son and Grandchild England did obey,  
The first of them called Longshanks conquests won,  
Lost by Carnarvan his unhappy Son.  
Who by his Queen was in a Dungeon cast,  
Till (being murdered) sadly breathed his last.  
Edward the third a brave victorious King,  
Did Frenchmens pride into subjection bring.  
Kickard the second next to reign began,  
Who lost more than his Royal Grandsire wan:  
Then 'gan john Wicklisse boldly to begin,  
To preach 'gainst Antichrist, that man of sin.  
Who many troubles stoutly did abide,  
Yet (spite the Pope) he naturally died.  
And being dead, from out is grave was turned,  
And had his Martyred bones to ashes burned.  
Which ashes they, did cast into a Brook,  
Because he had the Romish Faith for forsook.  
Yet whilst the second Richard here survived.  
No Martyrs were by fire of light deprived.  
Henry the fourth was in the Throne invested,  
In whose Reign many were too much molested.  
And Wi●●●● Sautre first his life ●●●●●●,  
Through flames of fire, who now in heaven doth live.  
The next john Ba●●by in the fu●●●● flame,  
And William Tharpe, both was immortail fame.  
Then the fifth Henry a victori●●● Prince,  
The Realm of France did ●● quar and ●●●.  
The good Lord Ceb●●, than (O ●●●●●●)  
By Popish Priests an Heretic proclaimed,  
Washanged and burned by the unit stull doom,  
Of Satan's Servants, sleves to Hell and R●●e.  
And leaving some unnamed, Iohn' B●owne● qu●re.  
john Beu●●ly a Preacher died in ●●●.  
B sid s a number from the Lizards Tower,  
Racks, tortures, halters, and the flame devour.  
joba Hu● a glorious Martyr of the Lord.  
Was in Eohe●●● burned or Gods word.  
And ren●rend Icrome did to Constance come  
From Pragae, and stoutly suffered Martyrdom.  
In Smithsield one john Claydon suffered death,  
And with him Richard Turming lost his breath.  
At this time sixete●ne godly folks in Kent,  
The Antichristian vassals d●d torment.  
Then death cut off the fifth King Henries, Reign,  
The Crown the sixth King Henry did obrame.  
And William Tailor, a true zealous Priest.  
Did pass through fire unto his Saviour Christ.  
Good Richard Hovedon, with him William White,  
Each unto God (through fire) did yield his spirit.  
D●ke Humphrey, though no Martyr, killed in's bed,  
And Richard Wych a Priest was burned dead.  
Then Saint like good King Henry was deposed,  
By the fourth Edward, in the tower enclosed,  
Then Edward fl●d, and Henry once again  
By Warwick's power the Kingdom did obtain.  
Thds did the various slate of humane things,  
Make Kings of Caprives, and of Captives Kings,  
Until at last King Edward turning back,  
Brought Henry's royalty to final wrack.  
In whose Reign john Go●se (as the story saith)  
Was the first Martyr burned for Christ's faith,  
King Henry in the Tower was a-bed to death,  
And Edward yielded up his high and breath.  
His Son young Edward of that name the sift,  
Whom the third Richard from his life did lift.  
Who by foul murders, ●loud and tyranny,  
Usurped the Throne of England's Monarchy,  
Till valiant Henry of that name the seven,  
Killed him, and made vncu●n England even,  
Then first joane Beugh●on, and a man called Babram●.  
By faith (through fire) went to old Father Abram.  
An Old man was in Smithfield burnt because,  
He did resist against the Roman Laws.  
One jerom hanged and burned on the Gallows  
In Florence, with two ot●er of his f●llowes.  
And William Tiliesworth, Thomas Bernard, and  
james Morton, cause they did the Pope withstand.  
Burned all, and Father Rogers, and old Rhine,  
Did dye by fire, a better life to gain.  
One Thomas Novice, and one Thomas Chase,  
Died constant Martyrs by the Heavenly Grace.  
A woman and a man called Laurence Guest,  
By Deah gained everlasting life and rest.  
Besides a number past man's reckoning up,  
For JESUS sake drank of afflictions cup.  
Some carried faggots through a world of mocks,  
Some racked, some pined, some fettered in the stocks.  
Some naked stripped, and scourged with a lash,  
For their rejecting of their Romish trash.  
Some branded in the cheek, did always bear,  
The mark and badge of their Redeemer dear.  
Thus the insulting tyrannising Pope,  
With cursings, tortures, fire, and sword and rope.  
Did force the Souls and Consciences of men.  
To run despairing to damnation's Den,  
And those who valiantly his power withstood,  
Did seal their resolution with their blood.  
Before his triple, triple, trouble Crown,  
(In adoration) Emperors must fall down.  
Were they as high as any Caesar borne,  
To kiss his feet they must not hold it scorn,  
Henry the sixth, the Emperor did fall down,  
Whom with his Feet Pope Celestine did Crown.  
Henry the fourth, his Empress and his young Son.  
All three to Rome did barefoot go and run.  
And three days so, these three did all attend,  
His holiness a godless ear to lend.  
Which afterward was granted, on condition  
That he should give his Crown up in submission.  
Pandulphus the Popes Legate with a frown,  
Did make King john of England yield his Crown:  
King Henry of that as me the second, he  
Kneeled down, and kissed the Romish Legates knee:  
The Emperor when Pope Adrian was to ride,  
Did hold his stirrup on the near wrong side:  
For which his Holiness in angry sort,  
Disdainfully did check the Emperor for't,  
When as the Pope doth ride in Cope of gold,  
Kings (like to footmen) must his bridle hold.  
In pomp he must be borne upon men's shoulders,  
With glorious show, amazing the beholders.  
Whilst Kings and Princes must before him go,  
To usher him in this vainglorious show.  
This being true as no man can deny,  
Those that will not be blind may plainly spy,  
That their insulting proud commanding Priest,  
Is ●bsolute, and only Antichrist.  
H'exalts himself 'boue all that's called God.  
Upon the Emperor's neck he proudly trod.  
He is th'abomination (void of grace)  
That mounts himself into the holy place,  
He makes the Princes of the Earth drink up,  
And quaff the poison of his cursed Cup.  
Who being drunken with the dr●gs of sin,  
They have his sworn and forsworn vassals been,  
Bewitched with his foul Enchanting charms,  
'Gainst one another they have rose in arms.  
By foreign and domestic bloody broils,  
Whilst he hath filled his his coffers with their spoils.  
His double dealing too plain appears.  
In setting Christian Princes by the ears.  
Whilst he into his anatitious hands,  
Hath seized their persons, moveables and lands.  
And as the Christian Kings themselves made weak,  
The Turk into their Kingdoms 'gan to break.  
And thus the Turk and Pope joined with the devil,  
Have been the authors of all Christian evil.   
FINIS.   

THE BOOK OF MARTYRS. The Second Part.  

DEDICATED TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE, PHILIP, EARL OF MONTGOMERIE, etc.  
MY Lord, the lives and deaths of Saints and Kings,  
This little Book unto your Greatness sings:  
Protection and acceptance if you give,  
It shall (as shall Yourself) for ever live.  
JOHN TAYLOR.   

When the 7 Henry in his grave was laid,  
And the eight Henry, England's Sceptre swayed,  
Rome's bloody persecution raged more  
In England, than in ten Kings reigns before.  
And therefore Reader, in this little Book.  
For every Martyr's name thou must not look.  
But men of chiefest note, respect and same,  
That died in England, only these I name.  
And first the Papists tyranny began,  
In murdering Richard Hun, a zealous man,  
For being kept in prison by their power,  
They closely hanged him in the Lollards Tower.  
And then they all in general decreed,  
Reporting Hun himself had done the deed.  
Ann sixteen days just after this was done,  
They burned the foresaid corpse of Richard Hun.  
Then to the number of full thirty five,  
The surious flames did all of life deprive.  
In several places of this woeful land,  
Because they did the Pope of Rome withstand.  
At which time Thomas Bilney did begin,  
To preach and teach against Antichristian sin.  
Where in Saint George's Church in Ipswich Town,  
The Papists from the Pulpit plucked him down.  
And as in doleful prison he did lie,  
He put his finger in the flames to try,  
He proved, and God did give him strength to bear  
His death, to live with his Redeemer dear.  
The next of note, was one john Frith, a man  
Of learning great, a Martyrs same he won.  
Then learned Luther, and grave Zwinglius,  
With Caluin, Beza, Occolampadius,  
All glorious, gracious, reverend lamps of light,  
Were instruments to clear bleared England's sight.  
In Flanders, William tindal for God's Word,  
Was Sacrificed to glorify the Lord.  
john Lambert valiantly his death did take,  
And burned in Smithfield for his Saviour sake.  
About this time that Honourable man,  
Lord Cromwel's life, and timeless death began.  
He like an Earthquake made the Abbeys fall,  
The Fryeries, the Nunneries, and all.  
This famous Noble, worthy Essex Earl,  
This gem, this jewel, this most orient pearl,  
Was for his truth from all he had discarded,  
And with his heads loss all his faith rewarded.  
The next of worthy note by fire that died,  
Was good Anne Askew, who did strong abide,  
Racks, tortures, and the cruel raging flame,  
To magnify her high Creator's name.  
Then 'gan the King's eyes to be opended quite,  
Enlightened by the everlasting light.  
He banished Superstitious idle sables,  
And packed the Papists hence with all their babbles.  
Then Bonner, Gardner, Brethren both in evil,  
Factors and Actors, bloudhounds for the Devil.  
Their burning fame to infamy soon saded,  
They Godless, graceless, were disgraced, degraded.  
The King thus having this good work begun,  
He died, and left the Kingdom to his Son.  
Then reigned young Edward that sweet Princely child,  
By whom all Popery was clean exiled.  
But he too good to live 'mongst wicked men,  
Th' Almighty took him hence to Heaven again.  
No sooner Edward was laid in his Tomb,  
But England was the slaughter-house of Rome.  
Gardner and Bonner were from prison turned,  
And whom they pleased were either saved or burned.  
Queen Mary imitating jezabel,  
Advanced again the Ministers of Hell,  
Then tyranny began to tyrannize,  
Tortures and torments than they did device.  
Then Master Rogers with a saith most fervent,  
Was burned, and died in Smith field God's true Servant.  
Next unto him did Laurence Sanders dye,  
By fire (for jesus sake at Coventry.  
He did embrace and kindly kiss the stake,  
To gain Heaven's glory, did the world for sake.  
Good Bishop Hooper, was at Gloster burned,  
'Cause he against the Romish Doctrine spurned,  
And Doctor Taylor, a true zealous man,  
At Hadly burned, eternal glory wan,  
Then Bishop Ferrar next his life did spend,  
In fire to gain the life shall never end.  
Next William Fowler first did lose his hand,  
Then burned, because the Pope he did withstand,  
In Essex Thomas Hawks with faith victorious,  
Did dye by fire, to gain a life most glorious,  
Master joha Bradford (for his Saviour's sake,  
In Smithsield burned a godly end did make.  
Two reverend Bishops, Father Latimer.  
And Ridley each of them a heavenly star,  
Lived in God's foare, and in his favour died,  
At Oxford burned, and now are glorisied,  
Ioh● Philp●t gladly did the fire embrace.  
And died and lives in his Redeemers grace.  
Then that grave Father and religious man.  
Archbishop of Cranmars' troubles hot began.  
His Pomp, his state, his glory, and his pride,  
Was to know jesus, and him crucified:  
He lived a godly Preacher of God's Word.  
And died a glorious Martyr of the Lord.  
john Carcles in close Prison carefully,  
Did change his cares for joys eternally.  
But this small volume: cannot well contain  
One quarter of the Saints in England slain,  
In Henry's Reign and Mary's (cruel Queen)  
Eight thousand people there hath slaughtered been,  
Some by the Sword, some Hanged, some burnt in fire,  
Some starved to death in Prison, all expire.  
Twelve thousand and seven hundred more beside,  
Much persecuting trouble did abide.  
Some wracked, some whipped, some tortured some in stocks,  
Some doing penance, with a world of mocks,  
Some with an iron in the faces burned,  
Some out of all their goods to beggary rurned.  
Some barefoot, bearing faggots on their shoulders,  
We●e made a wondering stock to the beholders.  
All this, and more, much more they did endure,  
Because they would not yield to live impure.  
But now to speak the law less ●ause wherefore,  
And why these people troubled were so sore,  
Because they would not make their plaints & moans,  
To senseless I mages, dead stocks and slones.  
Because they said the Sacramental bread,  
Is not the Lord, which shall judge quick and dead.  
Because they not believed a Purgatory,  
And held the Pope's decrees an idle story.  
Because they would not creep unto the cross,  
And change Gods sacred Word for humane dross.  
Because they held the Mass an Idol soul,  
At once, which picked the purse, & damned the Soul.  
Because they knew the Pope, and all his crew,  
H●● hounds, whom heavern (in rage) on earth did spew.  
And in a word, they thus were over-trod,  
Because they truly served the living God,  
This was the main, and only cause of all,  
Because they would not offer unto B●el.  
The Pope's outrageous and courageous actor,  
Was Bishop Bonner, hell's most trusty factor.  
Rome's hangman, and the firebrand of this Realm,  
That with a 'slud of blood did overwhelm,  
The true believers of Gods holy truth,  
He burchered, not regarding age or youth.  
With him was joined a man almost as ill.  
Who took delight God's servants bleud to spill,  
Called Stephen Gardner, England's chancellor,  
And Bishop of the Sea of Winchester,  
These two did strive each other to excel,  
Who should do greatest service unto Hell,  
Until at last God heard his servant's cry,  
And each of them did die immediately,  
Thus when I●honah heard the just complaints,  
Of his beloved poor afflicted Saints,  
Then this too cruel Pope defending Queen,  
(The bloodiest Princess that this land hath seen)  
She did decease, and persecution ceased;  
And tired, woefully England's purchased rest,  
Queen Mary, being dead her welcome death.  
Reuined our joys in blessed ELIZABETH,  
Innumerable were her woes and cares,  
Abundance were the subtle wiles and snares.  
Which Satan and his Ministers oft laid,  
To reave the life of that most harmless Maid;  
She was accused, abused, reviled, miscalled,  
She was from prison unto prison haled.  
Long in the Tower she was close prisoner shut.  
Her loving servants all way were put.  
From thence to Windsor; thence to Woodstock sent,  
Closely mewed up from all the world's content.  
But God whose mercies ever did defend her,  
Did in her greatest Sorrow comfort send her.  
He did behold her from his Throne on high,  
And kept her as the apple of his eye.  
Let Hell and Hellhounds still attempt to spill,  
Yet the Almighty guards his Servants still,  
And he at lest did ease her Sorrow's moan,  
And raised her to her lawfall awful throne.  
This Royal Deborah, this Princely Dame,  
Whose life made all the world admire her fame.  
As judith in Bet helias same was spread,  
For cutting off great Holophernès head:  
So our Eliza stoutly did begin.  
Vntopping and beheading Romish sin,  
She purged the Land of Papistry●agen,  
She lived beloved of God, admired of men.  
She made the Antichristian Kingdom quake,  
She made the mighty power of Spain to shake.  
As fare as Sun and Moon dispersed her Rays,  
So fare and farther, went her matchless praise,  
She was at home, abroad, in every part,  
Lodestar and Loadstone to each eye and heart.  
Supported only by Gods powerful hand,  
She four and forty years did rule this Land:  
And then she lest her Royal Princely Seat,  
She changed earth's greatness to be heavenly great.  
Thus did this Western World's great wouder dye,  
She fell from height to be advanced more high.  
Terrestrial Kings and Kingdoms, all must fade,  
Then blessed is she, that is immortal made.  
Her death filled woeful England full of fears,  
The Papists longed for change with itching ears,  
For her decease was all their only hope,  
To raise again the doctrine of the Pope.  
But he whose power is all omnipotent,  
Di● their unhappy hopeless hopes prevent.  
Succession lawfully did leave the Crown,  
Unto a Prince, whose virtue and Renown,  
And learning did out-stripall Kings as sarre,  
As doth the Sun obseure a little star.  
What man that is but man, could bass● more  
Rome's seauen●headed purple beastly Whore?  
How wisely hath he Bellarmine confuted,  
And how divinely hath'he oft dispated?  
How zealously he did Cod's faith descend,  
How often on God's word he did attend.  
How clement, pious, and how gracious good  
Was he, as fits the greatness of his blood.  
Were't not for him how should the Mu●●s do?  
He was their pattern, and their patron too,  
He was th' Apollo from whose radiant Beams,  
The quinteffence of Poetry our-streames,  
And from the splendour of his piercing rays,  
A world of worthy writers won the bays,  
Yet all the worthy virtues so transparent,  
And so well known to be in him inharent,  
Can not persuade the Papists leave their strife,  
With cursed treasons to attempt his life,  
For when their disputations helped them not.  
They would dispute in a damned powder plot.  
In which the Romists went beyond the devil,  
For Hell could not invent a plot so evil.  
But he that placed him on his royal Throne,  
The God of jacob, judah's holy one)  
That God (for jesus sake) I do beseech,  
(With humble heart and with unfeigned speech)  
That he or his may Britain's Sceptre sway,  
Till time, the world, and all things pass away.  
But now he's gone into Eternal bliss, Crowne●  
And with Eternal glory crowned is  
Long may King CHARLES wear Britain's royal  
And heaven's best blessings raise his high Renown.   
FINIS.   

GOD'S MANIFOLD MERCIES IN THESE MIRACULOUS DELIverances of our Church of England, from the year 1565. until this present, 1630. particularly and briefly Described.  JOSHVA 4.21, 22. 24. 
When your Children shall ask their Fathers in time to come, What meaneth this Pillar: Then ye shall let your Children know, saying;  
THESE ARE THE DELIVERIES WHICH GOD HATH VOUCHSAFED TO HIS CHURCH IN ENGLAND SINCE THE BEGINNING OF QUEEN ELIZABETH'S REIGN TO THIS DAY:  
That all the People of the Earth might know the hand of the Lord that it is mighty, that ye might fear the Lord your God for ever.  

THere was a Bull in Rome was long a breeding,  
Which Bull proved little better than a Calf:  
Was sent to England for some better feeding.  
To fatten in his Holiness behalf.  
The virtues that this Beast of Babel had,  
In thundering manner was to ban and curse:  
Rail at the Queen, as it were raging mad;  
Yet God be thanked she was ne'er the worse.  
The goodly Sire of it was Impious 
* Pius the fufh of that name, Pope of Rome.  piu●.  
He taught it learnedly to curse and ban:  
And to our faces boldly to defy us.  
It madly over England quickly ran:  
But what succease it had read more and see,  
The fruits of it hereunder written be.   
This Bull did excommunicate and curse the Queen, ●●dep●●eth her from her Crown, it proclaimed her an Here●●●●, it cursed all such as loved her, it threatened damnation to all subjects as dur●t obey her, and it promised the kingdom of heaven to those that would oppose and kill her.  
This was the effect and nature of this Popish Beast, which all wise, godly, and under standing men did deride and contemn.  

1.  
A Priest called Moort●n, by the Pope assigned,  
Northumberland and Westmoreland seduceth:  
With whom the Duke of 
* Duke of Norfolk, and Earl of Northumberland beheaded, Earl of Westmoreland fled.  Norfolk is combined:  
The whilst the Pope nocost or charge refuseth,  
But pawns his chalices, his Beads, and Crosses,  
Gives them his graceless blessing for their aid:  
The fruit where of were heads and honours losses.  
God still defending England's Royal Maid.  
Thus we (by proof) must thankfully confess,  
That where the pope doth curse, there God doth bless. year 1569   

2.  
Dou john 
* He was Brother to the King of Spain, and failing of the hope be had to be Crowned King of Tums be practiseth to invade England, Whereof sailing, he dies for grief.  of Austri●, whom the pope incites  
Our Queen and kingdom both to Cap●uate  
And whilst he war prepares with sub●ll slights,  
A feigned peace he doth capitulate.  
Nay more, he doth perpetual peace proclaim,  
Thereby to make us sleep the more secure,  
But God's great Mercy made him miss his aim,  
And what he thought most certain, proud unsure  
This plot of our invasion thus o'erthrown,  
Don john's ambition with his life did end.  
Whereby th' Almighty to the world makes known,  
That he his Church will evermore defend.  
His vine she is, his power doth guard her round,  
And all her Enemies he will confound. year 1578   

3.  
Rome's malice and Spain's practice still concurs,  
To vex and trouble blessed Elizabeth:  
With S●nk●l●y they combine to raise new stirs.  
And Ireland bragging sinkely promiseth  
To give unto the pope's brave Bastard Son  
james ' Boncatn●ag●●, an ambitious boy.  
And St●●ely from the pope a prize hath Won,  
A holy Peacock's jail (a proper toy)  
But St●●ely was in Maurstania slain,  
In that great batt●ll at Alcazor fought.  
Whereby we see his power doth still defend  
H●● Church, which on his mercy doth depend. year 1578   
Pope Gregory and the king of Spain, Conspire to ●●●● Rebell●●● in Ireland by means of Thomas Stuke●●an English can, who was slainem the field with three Kings with ●●●●●.  

4.  
An English Priest called Nicholas Saunders next,  
A consecrated Banner gets from Rome,  
And like a trayterons wretch mistakes his text,  
Rebelliously doth into Ireland come,  
He with the Desmons joins in bloody manner,  
And when 
* john Desmond was brother to the Earl of Desmond  john Desmond murder did commit,  
Then by the virtue of his babble banner,  
Applauded it, and did the crime remit.  
This good success Rome's f●●●● p●r 〈…〉 had,  
The Earl was by a common ●●●●●●●●,  
And 
* Saunders r●n mad in the wild Mountains, Woods, and bogs of Ireland, and died by ●●●.  Saunders pined, 〈…〉 ●●●●.  
His conscience with 〈…〉  
Thus treason is accordingly rewa●●●,  
And still the Church of Godby ●●● is guarded. year 1579   

5.  
P●rsons and Campion, a most wicked brace.  
Of English T●a●ors Ro●●●●h ●e●uites,  
Get from the Pope the favour and the grace  
To play in England the ●●ear●●●●ites  
Fr●e leave they from his Holiness obtain  
To draw true subjects from their loyalty,  
To make our Kingdom va●●all unto Spain,  
And to depo●● the Queen from Royalty.  
At last (despite the blessing of the pope)  
Their plots were kno● ne, and qvickely Parsons ●i●d,  
But Campion died at Tyburn in a Rope,  
Hanged all (as ' 'tis supposed) but the head.  
God still the practice and the p'ots o'erthrows,  
O● his most dear beloved churches foes. year 1581.   
These jesuits walked in disguise h●ve long before they were taken, sometimes like swagge●●g Ruffians, sometimes like Ministers, sometimes like Noblemen, sometimes like soldiers, and sometimes like Aparators.  

6.  
Here So●●erui●● an English Gentleman  
Seduced by Romesh Priests the Queen to kill,  
Attempts it in the despurat' ● sort he can.  
And with a drawn Sword runs her blood to spill:  
But by the way, with one or two he met.  
Who did oppose him and his damned intent:  
Whilst like a mad man he 'gan rage and f●et,  
At those that did the mischief then prevent.  
But ●ane he was, and clos● in prison penned,  
There to remain till justice him should try,  
And then to have deserved punishment.  
That others might example take thereby.  
But Sommer●●● was strangled in the jail.  
Thus God to guard his Church doth never fail. year 1583   
It was thought that Sommeruill was strangled by some that set him on works, for fear● lest his con●ession. might have preferred them to the Gallows.  

7.  
Mendoza here, Ambassador for Spain,  
Fowl treason with Throckmorton practiseth.  
To move sedition, raise a warlike trains,  
Invade the Realm, depose Elizabeth.  
Mendoza is discoutred, and disgraced,  
And out of England in disgrace was thrust,  
Whilst in each hand he hath a Letter placed.  
Which he had got from Traitors most unjust.  
In one of them was written all the Names  
Of English Lords, that did the Pope affect.  
In th' other all the Havens and the streams,  
For shipping, and our foes how to direct,  
But God his Church, our Queen and Realm descended  
Thr●gmorton hanged and quartered, all was ended. year 1584.   
In these dangerous times, the Queen's mercit was very great towards the Priests and Ies●●es, for she commanded that the severity of the Law might be mitigated towards them.  

8.  
The Remish Vipers never taking rest  
Most dangerous Letters trait ero●sly were writ:  
That foreign Princes England might mole●t,  
The bearer was a 
* His name was Creighton, being taken at Sea, he cast his Letters, torn in pieces, into the Sea, for fear of being discovered, but the Wind blow them into the Ship again.  Scottish mossite,  
Who by Dutch Pirates on the Sea was ta'en:  
His Letters torn●, he over board did fling.  
But the Wind blowing from the raging Main,  
The Papers back into the Ship did bring,  
Which though they were in many pieces rend,  
Were placed together by Sir William Wade,  
Who found, the Guise, the Pope, and Spain's intent  
Were strong combined England to invade.  
These projects thus were blasted in their bud.  
And their pretence of Harme God made our Good. year 1585.   

9  
Here William Parry hath got leave from Rome,  
To broach new mischiefs on our English shore,  
And he to kill Elizabeth doth come,  
Though she his life had pardoned long before.  
His Absolution from the Pope doth show  
That ere the murders done it is forgiven:  
Nay more, his Holiness doth free bestow.  
Upon the ●●sitor endless joys of Heaven.  
False Parry with his Dagger purposely  
Went to the Queen in duteous sort dissembling,  
When with her looks of awful Majesty,  
She struck the villain full of fear and trembling.  
Then was he took and hanged as he discerned,  
And only God our Church and State preserved, year 1586   
Parry was a Doctor of the Civil Law, whom the Queen had pardoned six years before, for killing of one Huge Hare, yet afterward by the devil's in●ligation, and the Pope's abselntion and encouragement, he fe●● into this treason, Exceuted at Westminster.  

10.  
Here Ballard, Savage, Ti●●burne. Babington,  
Gage, Traverse, Tilney, Windsor, Charneck, D●●.  
jones, Barnewell, Salisbury and Abington,  
These fourteen into dangerous treasons run:  
They would but kill the Queen, subvert the State,  
Make England bear the yoke of Antichrist:  
And for thofe ends they work both soon and late,  
Whilst Ignorance to Error is enticed,  
They in Saint Giles his fields their projects laid,  
There was the consultations of their brains:  
And in those fields they had their wages paid,  
Handsomely hanged and quartered for their pains.  
Thus God doth still our Church defend and bless,  
And those that are her foes have ill success. year 1586   
This year Rowland York and Sir William Stanley turned Tray●●rs. September 13.  

11.  
An English Gentleman 
* This Stafford was a Gentleman well descended, his Mother was of the Bed chamber to the Queen, and his Brother Leaguer Ambassador in France at the same time.  William Stafford named,  
Was by the French Ambassador persuaded,  
That if he'd kill the Queen he should be famed,  
For by her death might England be invaded.  
Besides, for it the Pope would thankful be,  
And all the house of Guise, should be his friends.  
But Stafford to their plots feemet ' agree,  
Yet told the council on his knees their ends.  
These things unto th' Ambassador were told,  
(And Stafford did avouch them to his face:)  
Which he denied audaciously and bold,  
Much ill beseeching his estate and place.  
Thus what forever 'gainst our Church was wrought,  
God still did bring their purposes to nought, year 1587.   

12.  
This year Spain with a mighty preparation  
With tweluescore Vessels loadeth Neptune's back,  
With thirty thousand men attempts invafion,  
Of England● Kingdom, and Eliz●●s wrack.  
Then many a bragging desperate doughty Don,  
Proud of the strength of that great huge 
* The Spanish flee● were in all of Ships, Galleons, Galleys and Pinnaces, 242. of Soldiers, Mariners, and Galley. ●●●●● 31030. of great Ordnance 2630. Our Fleet were in all but 112. the Camp as Ti●bury were 22000, foot, and 12000. horse.  Armad●,  
Went barely off, though they came bravely on,  
The power of Heaven opposing their branado.  
Our numbers unto theirs inferior ●arre,  
Yet were they ta'en, sunk, slain, banged thumped, & battered,  
Because the Lord of Hosts the God of War,  
He was our trust and aid, our ●oes he scattered.  
His name is oner all the world most glorious,  
And through his power his Church is still victorious. year 1588.   

13.  
Lopez a Doctor, by descent a ●ew,  
A Port●●ga● by birth, the Queen's physiti●n:  
Forgetting duty, (to his Sovereign due)  
Would poison her to further Spain's ambition.  
The Spaniards and the Doctor are compacting,  
How this sweet piece of service might be done,  
They promise gold, and he doth vow the acting.  
A bargain wisely made is partly won.)  
But this base jew is taken in the trap,  
The Queen pre●er●'d the Spaniards cake is dough,  
The Doctor wronged his breeches by mishap,  
And hanging his reward was good enough,  
Still treasons working, though its luck be ill,  
God's gracious power, his Church defending still. year 1589   
The Queen had been gracious and beautiful to this same Lopez many ways, and he was accounted a man of good integrity till he was corrupted by the Pope and Spaniard.  
At his Arraignment fear made him wrong his ●●●ches: he was hanged at Ty●●rns.  

14.  
Tyrone supported by the Pope and Spain,  
Had put our English Kingdom to much cost,  
Perceiving all his treasons were in vain,  
His dangers desperate, fruitless labour lost:  
Although his Holiness from Rome had sent,  
A plume of Phoenix feathers for a blessing,  
Which babble from Tyrone could not prevent  
Rewards of justcie for his long transgressing.  
To the Lord Deputy be doth su●mit,  
Craves the king's mercy, and obtained the same:  
Yet afterward he did his faith forget,  
And new rebeilions did in Ireland frame.  
At last with guilty mind, away he flies,  
Thus God confounds his Church's enemies. year 1587.   
Tyrone an Irish Earl, a man of great power and Policy, a most pervitions and dangerous traitor, 1604. bee came into England, and was most graciously pardoned by the King, yet afterward would have le● all Ireland rebellion, but fa●ling of his purpose, fled to Rome.  

15.  
Mongst all these dangers Queen Elizabeth,  
Preserved still, and reigned ●oyally:  
Defended all her life from violent death,  
And seaventy years of age died naturally:  
To her succeeded (as his prop●r right)  
King james Great Britain's blessed Solomon:  
When strait began new tricks of Romish spite,  
For Church and King, and La●ds subversion.  
Watson 
* They would have altered Religion, brought in Foreign power, imprisoned the King, and raised Arbella Watson, Clarke, Master George Brooke executed  & Clarke,.,, two Priests, two Popish brothers,  
Seduced Lords, Cobham; Grace, two Noblemen,  
Sir Walter Raleigh, Markham, Brooke, and others,  
To take the King, and him in p●fon pen.  
The plot's found, justice would th'●●● ndors kill,  
But the King's mercy saved, what L. w might ●pill. year 1603   
The King's mercy saved the Lord Cobham. Lord Grace Sir Walter Raleigh, Sir Griffith Markeham at the Block, as the stroke was readis to be given.  

16.  
Now treason plotted in th' infernal Den,  
H●ls mischief master piece began to work,  
Assisted by unnatural English●●●,  
And les●ites, that within this Land did lurk,  
These would Saint Peter-to Salt. pe●●er turn,  
And make our Kingdom caper in the air,  
At one blast, Prince and Peers and commons burn;  
And fill the Land with murder and despair,  
No treasonere might be compared to this,  
Such an escape the Church had ne'er before:  
The glory's Gods, the victory is his,  
Not unto us, to him be praise therefore.  
Our Church is his, her foes may understand,  
That he defends her with his mighty hand. year 1605   
Percy and Catesby would needs be heads of this treason and their heads are advanced for it on the Parliament house: they were killed with powder, being both shot and burnt; and powder was the main● Instrument of their hopes; All the Trayt●rs falling into the ' Pit which they had prepared for us.  
Not any of all these treasons, but either the Pop● the Spanish King, Priests or jesuites, had a hand in it.  

17.  
The dangers of a long and tedious way,  
The perils of the raging Sea and Land,  
The change of air and diet many a day,  
And Rome's temptations which thou did withstand,  
And after all thy safe return again,  
(Amongst those blessings make up much more blessed).  
In mind, and body ●●●● from Rome and Spain,  
For which our ●●●● to heaven is ●●●●●●● pressed,  
Long mayst 〈…〉 Gracious instrument,  
To propagate his Gospel and his glory:  
All Antichistian foes to 〈…〉,  
And with thy a●●s to fill a royal story.  
That 〈…〉 truly may ●●●●●  
These Deeds were done by Britain's CHALES the Great year 1623.   
Great ●●●● the interprize and hazard of our gracieus' Pride ● but great●●● was Gods, i●guiding and guarding him back again to all joy and Comforts.  

18  
And last of all, with Heart and ●●nds erected,  
Thy Church doth magnify thy name O●L●●●●  
Thy providence p 〈…〉 thy power protected.  
Thy planted ●●● according to thy Word.  
My God what shall I rend ●●●●●●●,  
For all thy guise ●●●● do●●●●●●●●?  
Love and unfeigned Thankfulness shall be,  
Ascribed for thy Mercies, ●●●●●yes.  
To thee my Priest, my Prophet and my King.  
My Love my Counsellor, and Comforter,  
To thee alone, I only praised sing;  
For only thou art my● Deliverer;  
All Honour, Glory, Power, and Praise therefore,  
Ascribed be to thee for evermore.   
The Church's Thanksgiving to God for all his Mercies and her Deliverances. The Church of Christ doth acknowledge no other Intercessor, Desenrer; Maintinrer and Deliverer, but only Christ himself.  
FINIS.