Εγκυκλοχορεία OR Universal Motion, Being part of that Magnificent Entertainment by the Noble Prince, De la GRANGE, LORD LIEUTENANT of LINCOLN'S INN,  
Presented to the High and Mighty CHARLES II.  
Monarch of Great Britain, France and Ireland.  
On Friday 3 of January 1662.  
LONDON Printed 1662.   

Εγκυκλοχορεία OR Universal Motion, The several Modes of Dancing, according to the Primitive Invention of different Nations, performed in 12 Entries, In the habit of each Country,  By English men. 

I.  
A Clownish Carrier with a Packet of Books to be distributed by the Master of the Ceremonies, wherein is described the whole design: who danceth a Darbishire Round.   

II.  
Gives you a Bouree, in the habit of a Thrasonical Gasconian; To let you know, all Frenchmen are not Butterflies.   

III.  
Presents the variety of Expressions, made by Motions and Actions of the Body only; For which we are indebted to the Quaker, the last Inventor of Ecclesiastical postures, who turned Informer, is like to be troublesome to our Assembly.   

IV.  
Shows the truest and most genuine steps of Ballet.   

V.  
Two other Clowns with their Lasses, (a double pair of Northern Tikes) who dance a jig, the first-born of a Scottish Bagpipe.   

VI  
Presents you with a Fantastic Saraband, managed by a Spaniard, To show a Fantastic Don can be as ridiculous as the most Antic Mounsieur.   

VII.  
Throws you in a Drunkard, with steps proper only to that humour: suitable to the Windmill of his Pericranium, which motions we owe to the lightness of a Dutchmans' Breeches.   

VIII.  
Gives you a Country Dance, performed by Shepherds and Sheapherdesses, in the habits of Arcadian Pastorals; who set forth the Innocency of their minds, by the simplicity of their manners.   

IX.  
Presents a Corant single and figured, and a Saraband serious, both ascribed to the Ingenuity, and Bon mean of a well tempered Frenchman.   

X.  
An entry of Italian Pantaloons; to show there are Madmen and Fools in every Country, even at Rome, Paris, and particularly in London.   

XI.  
Presents you (the delight of its age) the canaries, first invented by the lofty Italian, who generally has more wit than honesty.   

XII.  
An entry of Swisses, who had rather fight than dance, but loves the Argent better then both.    

A Descant upon the several Movements.  

GReat Sir, you've seen Us, like the active Sun  
To please the World, through the whole Zodiac run;  
You've seen the Noble Spaniard Countermand  
All France, i'th' Marches of a Saraband:  
And yet with such wise care his Limbs dispose  
As if he'd got the Frenchman in his Hose.   

Y'ave seen the Mounsieur move, his Arm, Foot, Knee,  
And shrug, as if no Nation danced but he:  
His Alamod Corant, his Saraband Pace,  
His Bourees; all performed, with the Bon-Grace.   

Y'ave seen th' Italian dance the Pantaloon?  
No Region wants a Madman or Buffoon!  
Th' Arcadian Shepherds in soft measures move.  
As if their dancing was their School of Love.   

The Bonny Scotchman and his merry Lasses,  
At Jig and Bagpipe all the rest surpasses;  
What mischief did (that Scotch-witch) Covenant do,  
Who charmed the Organs and the Bagpipes too?   

Most Excellent! active Nations! all put down  
The British Bard, suffered to Act the Clown.  
To move the Carrier's pace: or Coupee over  
With Packets from proud Calais to poor Dover.   

And yet nor Signior, nor the stately Don  
Are much above the middle Region:  
'tis well in Rome or Spain, if you can see  
A handsome Ball once in a jubilee.!   

O but the Mounsieur, England's Dancing Master  
He walks on Parian Marble, Paris-Plaister!  
Like th' Element of fire, his spirit soon  
Lifts him up, to the Concave of the Moon.  
Dances as soft and nimble as the Air;  
Who vies with him practices to despair!  
Dull Englishman is forced to go to France  
To change his Gold wear clothes, and learn to dance.   

Since 'tmust be so, we'll strike sail and submit,  
Wishing the French more Pride, ourselves more Wit.  
Grant their Minerva, curious, neat, exact,  
What ere they can Imagine we dare Act.   

Inspired with Plumbroth we dance every man,  
Save (who eats none) our Presbyterian;  
he's pardoned if he move no more, but will  
Quietly, with his good Good Old Cause, sit still,   

Thanks to the Quaker our Last-mover, he  
Listed himself into our Company,  
Who went good man! to teach the Pope at Rome,  
A Babylon-slip; the Time yet was not come!   

But turned our Pursuivant, a Lurch, a Pryer;  
We wished the jesuited knave a Cloistered Friar  
Good Saint to show what weight his Talents bear  
Begot a Negro, no Christian you may swear!  
How ere his various postures heplt to prove,  
The British Orb, like other Spheres can move.   

England I am sure in former times could dance,  
Wittness her many Capers into France.   
FINIS.