griefe surpassing griefe To see her Sauiour captiu'd as a thiefe Her Loue beyond all loues her Lord her all Into the hands of sinfull slaues to fall If but a mother haue a wicked sonne That hath to all disordred orders runne As treasons rapes blasphomings murther theft And by the Law must be of life berest Yet though he suffer iustly by desert His suff'ring surely wounds his mothers heart Suppose a woman haue a vertuous childe Religious honest and by nature milde And he must be to execution brought For some great fault he neuer did nor thought And she behold him when to death hee 's put Then sure tormenting griefe her heart must cut These griefes are all as nothing vnto this Of this blest Mother of eternall blisse Her gracious Sonne that neuer did aâ—nisse His gracelesse seruant with a Iudas kisse Betraid him vnto misbeleening slaues Where he was led away with bils and staues To Annaâ— Caiphae Pilate and to those That to th' Immortall God were mortall foes Ah Iudas couldst thou make so base account Of Him whose worth doth heauen and earth surmount Didst thou esteeme of 30. paltry pence More then the life of the eternall Prince O monstrous blindnesse that for so small gaine Sold endlesse blisse to buy perpetuall paine Is' t possible damn'd auarice could compell Thee sell heau'ns Kingdome for the sinke of hell Our Father Adam vnto all our woes Did for an Apple blessed Eden lose And Esau borne a Lord yet like a slaue His birth-right for a messe of pottage gaue And poore Gehizi telling of a lye His couetousnesse gain'd his leprosie And though the text their deeds doe disallow Yet they made better matches farre then thou I doe not heere impute this deed of shame On Iudas because Iudas was his name For of that name there haue beene men of might Who the great battels of the Lord did fight And others more But sure this impure blot Stickes to him as hee 's nam'd Iskarriott For in an Anagram Iskarriott is By letters transposition traytor kis ISKARRIOTT Anagramms TRAITOR KIS. KIsse Traytor kisse with an intent to kill And cry all haile when thou dost meane all ill And for thy fault no more shall Iudas be A name of treason and foule infamie But all that fault I 'le on Iskarriott throw Because the Anagram explaines it so Iskarriott for a bribe and with a kisse Betraid his Master the blest King of Blisse And after but too late with conscience wounded Amaz'd and in his senses quite confounded With crying Woe woe woe oh woe on me I haue betraid my Master for a fee Oh I haue sinned sinned past compare And want of grace and faith pluckes on despaire Oh too-too late it is to call for grace What shall I doe where is some secret place That I might shield me from the wrath of God I haue deseru'd his euerlasting rod. Then farewell grace and faith and hope and loue You are the gifts of the great God aboue You onely on th'Elect attendants be Despaire hell horror terror is for me My hainous sinne is of such force and might 'T will empt th' Exchequer of Gods mercy quite And therefore for his mercy I le not call But to my iust deseru'd perdition fall I still most gracelesse haue all grace withstood And now I haue betraid the guiltlesse blood My Lord and Master I haue sold for pelfe This hauing said despayring hang'd himselfe There we leaue him and now must be exprest Something of her from vvhom I haue digrest The Virgins heart vvith thousand griefs vvas nipâ— To see her Sauiour flouted hated vvhipt Despightfulnesse beyond despight vvas vs'd And vvith abuse past all abuse abus'd His apprehension grieu'd her heart full sore His cruell scourges grieu'd her ten times more And wheÌ„ his blessed head with thorns was crown'd Then floods of griefe on griefe her soule did wouÌ„d But then redoubled was her griefe and feare When to his death his Crosse she saw him beare And lastly but alas not least nor last When he vpon the tree was nailed fast With bitter teares deep heart-wounding groues With sobs and sighs this Maiden-Mother moanes What tongue or pen can her great griefe vnfold When Christ said Woman now thy Sonne behold That voyce like Ice in Iune more cold and chill Did dangerously wound and almost kill Then as old Simeon prophesi'd before The sword of sorrow through her heart did gore And if 't were possible all womens woes One woman could within her brest inclose They were but puffes sparkes mole-hills drops of raine To whirl-winds meteors Kingdomes or the maine Vnto the woes griefes sorrowes sighs and teares Sobs gronings terrors and a world of feares Which did beset this Virgin on each side When as her Sonne her Lord and Sauiour dide Thus he to whom compar'd all things are drosse Humbled himselfe to death euen to the Crosse He that said Let there be and there was light He that made all things with his mighty might He by whom all things haue their life and breath He humbled himselfe vnto the death Vnto the death of the curst Crosse this he This he this He of hee 's did stoope for me For me this Wel-spring of my soules releefe Did suffer death on either hand a theefe The one of them had runne a theeuing race Rob'd God of Glory and himselfe of Grace He wanted liuely faith to apprehend To end his life for life that ne'r shall end With faithlesse doubts his minde is armed stiffe And doth reuile our Sauiour with an If. If that thou be the Sonne of God quoth he Come from the Crosse and saue thy selfe and me The other Theefe arm'd with a sauing faith Vnto his fellow turn'd and thus he saith Thou guilty wretch this man is free and cleare From any crime for which he suffers here We haue offended we haue iniur'd many But this man yet did neuer wrong to any We iustly are condemn'd he false accus'd He hath all wrong all right to vs is vs'd Hee 's innocent so are not thou and I We by the Law are iustly iudg'd to dye Thus the good Theefe euen at his latest cast Contrary to a Theefe spake truth at last And looking on our Sauiour faithfully Whilst Christ beheld him with a gracious eye These blest words were his prayers totall â—â—â— O Lord when thou shalt to thy Kingdome come Remember me Our Sauiour answer'd then A doctrine to confute despairing men Thou who by liuely faith laist hold on me This day in Paradise with me shalt be Thus as this theefes life was by theft supplide So now he stole heau'ns Kingdome when he dyde And I doe wish all Christians to agree Not t'liue as ill but dye as well as he Presumptuous sinnes are no way here excus'd For here but one was sau'd and one refus'd Despaire for sinnes hath here no rule or ground For as here 's one was lost so one was found To teach vs not to sinne with wilfull
is not seene in thee Would'st haue a Whore a coach smoke drinke or dice Money will bring thee all at any price Woul'dst haue all pleasures in variety Money will thy insatiate wantâ— supply Then seeting money can doe what it will Haue 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 Heau'n and a good Conscience Vertue Grace He that loues Money cannot these imbrace For he whose heart to Money is inclin'd Of things Coelestiall hath but little minde If Money were a woman I doe see Her case most pittie pittifull would bee Because I thinke she would â—â—â—â—â—â—â— haue Except a Goâ—ty miserable Knave One that all night would by her lye and Grone Grip'd with the Coâ—â—icke or tormenting Stone With stinking coughing gruting spitting spauling And nothing â—ut Contagâ— us Catterwalâ—ing Besides hee 'd be so Iealous day and night He would not suffer her goe out of sight That sure I thinke her Case farre worie would be Then is the Turkish Galley slauery â—or none but such as thâ—se whome Age hath got Are in the Loue of Money extreme hot And when as Hearing Sent and Teste and sight Are gone yet â—eeling Money 's their delight The whilest a Young-man full of strength and pride Would make her goe by water Run and Ride Force in all things to supply his neede For Recreation or to Cloath and Feede Compell her to maintaine him fine and braue And in a word make her his Drudge or Slaue And all his Loue to her would be â—ose For hee 'd but kiâ—e her and so let her goe Thus if It were a Woman as I say Her Case were lamentable euery way For Old men * Old mâ—n loue money viâ—â— within Doores would euer worr'y her And youngmen round about the world would hurry her That were she matched with either yong or old Her miseries would still be manifold But this Commanding bright Imperious Dame Vsde well or ill Shee 's euermore the same Locke her or Let her loose the cares not which She still hath power the whole world to bewitch I call to minde I heard my Twelue-pence say That he hath â—â—â— at Christmas beene at play At Court at th' Innes of Court and euery where Throughout the Kingdome being farre and neere At Passage and at * Strange alteration Mumchance at In and in Where Swearing hath bin counted for no Sinne Where Fullam high and Low-men bore great sway With the quicke helpe of a â—â—ard Cater â—rey My sâ—illing said such swaggering there would be Among the wrangling Knaues for me quoth he Such sâ—outing â—â—â—â— dring thrusting thronging setting Such striuing crowding iustling and such betting Such storming â—retting â—uming chasing sweating Refuse â—enounce me â—â—â—ne me sweâ—ring cheating So many heauy curses pâ—â—gues and poxes Where all are losers but the Butlers boxes That â—â—re in hâ—ll the Dâ—â—â—â—â— are in â—â—â—â—â— â—â— curse and to blasphemeâ— as they â—â—â— there Whilst without â—â—â— of â—â—â—â—â— offence They abuse th' 〈…〉 And this wicked â—â—â— that they doe make Is me from one another hâ—â—â— to rake * And tâ—wâ—â—y games â—â—â—â— * â—â—â—â—â—â—â—â—â— That though I were a Pagan borne I see They make themselues much worse to pocket me * My shilling is no Putitan for all this These Gamâ—sters make this time a time of mirth In memory of their blest Sauiours birth Whose deare remembrance they doe annually Obserue with extreme edious gluttony With gurmandizing beastly belly filling With swinish drinking and with drunken swilling With ribald Songs Iigges Tales gawdy cloathes With bitter cursings and most fearefull oathes That svre my shilling saith the * I speake not against honest mirth friendly Gaming nor good cheere but against the vnlawfull vse of these Recreations and abuse of God Heathen will Not entertaine the Deuill halfe so ill But worship Satan in more kinde behaviour Then some professed Christians doe their Sauiour In Saturnes raigne when money was vnfound Then was that age with peace and plenty crown'd Then mine was thine Thine mine and all our liues All things in common were except our wiues But now the case is altred as they say Quite topsie-turuy the contrary way For now mens wealth is priuatly kept close The whilst their wiues are commonly let loose For he whom loue of money doth besot For 's owne soule or 's wiues body much cares not It bewitch'd Achan at the siege of Ai For which the Israelites did lose the day It made Geâ—ezi false in his affaires And gain'd the Leprosie for him and 's heires It with th' Apostle Iudas bore such sway That it made him the Lord of life betray And * Ioshua 7. Ananias and his wretched wife By suddaine death it made them lose their life And Diuine stories and prophane recite Examples of such matters infinite * 2 Kings 5. 'T is said in Salomons Dominions That Siluer was as plenty as the Stones But sure the sinne of Couerise was not Amongst them either borne or scarce begot For all that Siluer and a great deale more Rak'd and Rip'd from the Europian shore From Asia and Sun-parched Africa And from the wombe of vast America * Acts 5. From which last place the Potent King of Spaine Eleuen millions in one yeere did gaine And from Pottozy Mines he daily had Three hundred thirty thousand Ryals made To speake what mighty summes King Dauid won And left them vnto Salomon his Son * 1 Kings 10. 27. Of Gold one hundred thousand Talents fine Siluer one Thousand and thousand from the Mine Besides from Ophir he had at the least Three thousand Golden talents of the best * Purchas Iosephus doth of Dauids Tombe thus write How th'hidden Treasure there was infinite The Basons Candlesticks and Censors all Lampes Organs Instruments most musicall Ports Altar Tables Hindges the Gates to hold They were all made of pure Refined Gold Besides six hundred Shields and Targets more The King causd all with Gold be plated o're Besides the Richnes of his Royall Throne The like whereof elsewhere * 1 Chro. 22. A Talent of Gold is in value 600. Crownes was neuer none When the Great Macedonian did subdue Darius * Ioseph in the seuenth Booke of his Antiquitâ—â—â— and his haples Persian Crue 'T is 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 Captaines 5000. Talents and 10000 â—â—â—â— of Gold and 10000. Talents of Siluer besides Brasse â—â— Iron Persepolis They found of Siluer to encrease their store One hundred seuenty thousand Talents more When Cyrus Conquer'd Croesus * Quintus Curtius Croesus lost Three hundred millions of good Gold almost 'T is writ that Midas * Two Cities in Persia. Treasure so amounted Innumerable not be Accounted Sardanapalus an Assyrian * Aâ—â—â—
not to stay â—nd gui's but what she meanes to take away â—or by discretion is truly knowne â—â—er liberall gifts she holds still as her owne And vnto me her bounty hath bin such â—hat if she cak't againe I care not much I haue loue which I to God doe owe With which I haue a feare doth in me grow â—loue him for his goodnesse and I feare â—â—o angee him that hath lou'd me so deare â—feare in lout as he 's a gracious God Not loue for feare of his reuenging Rod. And thus a louing feare in me I haue Like an adopted sonne not like a slaue â—â— haue a King whom I am bound vnto â—o doe him all the seruice I can doe To whom when I shall in Alegeance faile Let all the Diuels in hell my soule assaile If any in his gouernment abide In whom foule Treacherous malice doth recide â—Gainst him his Royall off-spring or his friends â— wish that Halters may be all their ends And those that cannot most vnfainedly â—â—y this and sweare as consident as I Of what degree soe'r I wish one houre They were in some kind skilfull Hangmans power I haue a life was lent me 'fore my birth By the great Landlord both of Heau'n and Earth But though but one way vnto life is common For All that euer yet was borne of woman Yet are there many thousand wayes for death To dispossesse vs of our liues and breath For why the Lord of life that life doth make Will as the pleaseth life both giue and take And let me blamelesse suffer punishment Or losse of goods or causelesse banishment Let me be hang'd or burn'd or stab'd or drownd Aâ—'s one to me so still my Faith keepe sound Then let my life be ended as God will This is my minde and hope shall be so still To get to Heau'n come thousand deaths together Th' are welcome pleasures if they bring me thither I know for certaine all Mortality When it begins to liue begins to dye And when our liues that backe againe we giue We euer endlesse then doe dye or liue When good men wish long life 't is vnderstood That they would longer liue to doe more good But when a bad man wisheth to liue long It is because he faine would doe more wrong And this one reason giues me much content Though I shall haue no Marble Monument Where my corrupted Carkasse may inherit With Epitaphs to blaze my want of merit To waste as much to pollish and be-guild As would a charitable Almes-house build All which a gouty Vsurer or worse May haue and haue poore peoples heauy curse That many times the sencelesse Marble weeps Because the execrated corps it keepes When the meane space perhaps the wretched soule In flames vnquenchable doth yell and howle I haue a hope that doth my heart refresh How-e'r my soule be sundred from my flesh Although I haue no friends to mourne in sacke With merry insides and with outsides blacke Though ne'r so poorely they my corps interre Without bell booke or painted Sepulcher Although I misse these trisles Transitory I haue a hope my soule shall mount to glory I haue a vaine in Poetry and can Set forth a knaue to be an honest man I can my Verses in such habit clad T' abuse the good and magnisie the bad I can write if I lift nor Rime or Reason And talke of fellony and whistle Treason And Libell against goodnesse if I would And against misery could raile and scould Foule Treachery I could mince out in parts Like Vintners pots halfe pints and pints quarts Euen so could I with Libels base abound From a graine waight or scruple to a pound With a low note I could both say or sing As much as would me vnto Newgate bring And straining of my voyce a little higher I could obtaine the Fleet at my desire A little more aduancing of my note I from the Fleet might to the Gatehouse flote Last aboue 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 carelesse by degrees into disgrace But that for loue of goodnesse I forbeare And not for any seruile flauish feare Time seruing vassalls shall not me applaud For making of my Verse a great mans Bawd To set a lustre and a flatt'ring glosse On a dishonourable lump of drosse To slabber o'r a Ladies homely feature And set her forth for a most beauteous creature Nor shall my free inuention stoope t' adore A fowle diseased pocky painted whore Rewards or bribes my Muse shall ne'r entice To wrong faire Vertue or to honor Vice But as my Conscience doth informe me still So will I praise the good condemne the ill That man is most to be abhord of men Who in his cursed hand dares take a pen Or be a meanes to publish at the presse Prophaned lines or obsceane beastlinesse Scurrility or knowne apparant lyes To animate or couer villanies A halter for such Poets stead of Bayes Who make the Muses whores much worse then Thais Such Rascals make the Heliconian well In estimation and respect like hell And of all good men iustly are rewarded Contemn'd and scorn'd like hell hounds vnregarded For Poetry if it be vs'd aright Sets forth our Makers mercy and his might For though through ignorance it hath some foes God may be prais'd in Verse as well as prose Poets in Comedies are fit for Kings To shew them Metaphoricall such things As is conuenient they should know and heare Which none but Poets dare to speake for feare A Poet 's borne a Poet and his trade Is still to make but Orators are made All Arts are taught and learn'd we daily see But taught a Poet neuer yet could be And as the Tree is by the fruit well knowne So by his writing is a Poet showne If he be well dispos'd hee 'l well indite If ill inclinde he vicsously will write And be he good or bad in his condition His Lines will shew his inward disposition And to conclude this point and make an end The best amongst them hath much need to mend I haue a tongue and could both sweare and lye If to such customes I would it apply But often swearing now and then for sweares And lying a mans credit quite out weares I 'l trust an arrant Thiefe to keepe my purse As soone as one that loues to sweare and curse For can it be that he that takes a vse And custome God in swearing to abuse Can it be thought he will make Conscience then To play the false dissembling Knaue with men Nor can my supposition euer dreame That he who dares his Makers name blasphome But that if Time would but occasions bring He would betray his Countrey and his King For 't is a Maxim no man can conuince The man that feares not God loues not his Prince And he that cares not for his soule I thinke Respects not if his Country swim or sinke
A Tale to cast me to ten thousand Hels The Iury are my Thoughts vpright in this They sentence me to death for doing amisse Examinations more there need not then Than what 's confest here both to God and Men. The Cryer of she Court is my blacke Shame Which when it calls my Iury doth proclaime Vnlesse as they are summon'd they appeare To giue true Verdict of the Prisoner They shall haue heauy Fines vpon them set Such as may make them dye deepe in Heauens debt About me round sit Innocence and Truth As Clerkes to this high Court and little Ruth From Peoples eyes is cast vpon my face Because my facts are barbarous damn'd and base The Officers that 'bout me thicke are plac'd To guard me to my death when I am cast Are the blacke stings my speckled soule now feeles Which like to Furies dogge me close at heeles The Hangman that attends me is Despaire And gâ—owing wormes my fellow-Prisoners are His Inditement for murder of his Children THe first who at this Sessions â—â—â— 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 Diuine vengeance scares So fast and fearefully I sinke to ground And with â— were in twenty Oceans drownd He sayes I haue a bloudy Villaine bin And to proue this ripe Euidence steps in Brew'd like my selfe Iustice so brings about That blacke sinnes still hunt one another out 'T is like a rotten frame ready to fall For one maine Post being shaken puls downe all To this Inditement holding vp my hand Fattered with Terrors more then Irons stand And being ask'd what to the Bill I say Guilty I cry O dreadfull Sessions dayâ— His Iudgement FOr these thick Stigian streams in which th' ast â—â—â— Thy guilt hath on thee laâ—d this bitter doome Thy loath'd life on a Tree of shame must take A leaue compeld by Law e'r old age make Her signed Passe port ready Thy offence No longer can for dayes on earth dispense Time blot thy name out of this bloudy roule And so the Lord haue mercy on my Soule His speech what hee could say for himselfe O Wretched Caitiffe what perswasiue breath Can cal back this iust Sentence of quick death I begge no beene but mercy at Gods hands The King of Kings the Soueraigne that coÌ„maâ—â— Both Soule and Body O let him forgiue My Treason to his Throne and whilst I liue Iebbits and Racks shall torture limme by limme Through worlds of Deaths I 'l breake to fly to him My Birth-day gaue not to my Mothers wombe More ease then this shall ioyes when e'r it come My body mould to earth sinnes sink to Hell My penitent Soule win Heauen vain world farewell FINIS TAYLORS REVENGE OR The Rimer VVILLIAM FENNOR firkt ferrited and finely fetcht ouer the Coales 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 myselfe Yet to shew thee the meaning of this little building imagine the Epistle to be the doore and if thou please come in and see what stuffe the whâ—â—â— Frame is made off Bee it therefore knownne vnto all men that I Iohn Taylor Watermanâ— â—â—â—agree with William Fennor who arrogantly and falsely entitles himselfe the Kings Masâ— â—â—â—Riming Poet to answer me at a triall of Wit on the seuenth of October last 1614 â—â—â— the Hope stage on the Bank-side and the said Fennor receiued of mee ten shillings in â—â—â— of his comming to meet me whereupon I caused 1000 bills to be Printed and diuulg'd â—â—â—1000 wayes and more giuing my Friends and diuers of my acquaintance notice of â—â—â— Bear-garden banquet of dainty Conceits and when the day came that the Play should â—â—â—haue beene performed the house being fill'd with a great Audience who had all spent their moâ—â—â— extraordinarily then this Companion for an Asse ran away and left mee for a Foole amongst thousands of criticall Censurers where I was ill thought of by my friends scorned by â—â—â— and in conclusion in a greater puzzell then the blinde Beare in the midst of all her â—â—â—broth Besides the summe of twenty pounds in money I lost my Reputation amongst â—â—â— and gaind disgrace in stead of my better expectations In Reuenge of which wrongs done â—â—â— me by the said Riming Rascall I haue written this Inuectiue against him chiefly because ill-looking Hound doth not confesse he hath intur'd mee nor hath not so much honestly â—â—â— bring or send me my money that he tooke for earnest of me but on the contrary parts â—â—â— and abuses mee with his calumnious tongue and scandalizeth me in all Companies â—â—â— beares me nominated But in a word Reader when thou hast read this that followes I thinke thou wilt iudge me cleare of the many false Imputations that are laid vpon mee So I â—â—â—thee to thy Considerations and I proceed to my Exclamations Thine as thou art mine IOHN TAYLOR WILLIAM FENNOR Anagramma NV VILLANY For me OR Forme NV VILLANY NV VILLANY Forme Nue fresh and New Or Forme NV VILLANY Come Turk come Iew â—â—â— who dares come for I haue found a Theame That ouerflowes with matter like a streame And now stand cleere my masters ' ware your shins For now to kick and fling my Muse begins How fit his name is Anagrammatiz'd And how his Name is Anatomiz'd 'T would make a horse with laughing breake his bridle But to the purpose long delayes are idle TO WILLIAM FENNOR COME Sirrha Rascall off your clothes S r strip For my Satyrrick whip shall make you skip Th'adst better to haue dealt with all the Deuils They could not plague thee with so many euils Nay come man neuer whine or crooch or kneele My heart cannot one lot of pitty feele I haue squeez'd the Gall from out the Lernean snake With which Reuengefull Inke I meane to make Which I with Aqua-fortis will commix Yblended with the lothsome Lake of Stix And with that Marrow-eating hatefull Inke I 'll make thee more then any Aiax stinke A Scritch-owles quill shall be my fatall pen That shall emblaze thee basest slaue of men So that when as the pur-blind world shall see How vildly thou hast plaid the Rogue with mee They shall perceiue I wrong them not for pelse And thou shalt like a Rascall hang thy selfe What damned Villaine would forsweare sweare At thou didst 'gainst my challenge to appeare To answer me at Hope vpon the stage And thereupon my word I did ingage And to the world did publish printed Bills With promise that we both would shew our skills And then your Rogue-ship durst not shew your face But ran away and left me in disgrace To thee ten shillings I for earnest gane To bind thee that thou shouldst not play the Knaue Curre hadst thou no mans Credit to betray But mine or couldst thou find no other way
incests rapes Nor any sinne in any shapes â—â—â— nor so accurst is â—ope I shall no â—ger gaine â—â—â—doe write a word or twaine â—ow this dogge was distressed â—â—â— master being wounded dead â—â—â— cut and slash'd from heele to head â—ke how he was oppressed â— o lose him that he loued most â—â—â— be vpon a forreigne Coast Where no man would relieue him He lick'd his Masters wounds in loue â—â—d from his Carkas would not moue Although the sight did grieue him By chance a Soudier passing by That did his masters Coate espy â—â—d quicke away he tooke it â—â—t Drunkard followed to a Boate To haue again his Masters Coate â—â—ch theft hee could not brooke it â—o after all his woe and wracke To Vistminster he was brought backe â—â—â— poore halfe starued Creature And in remembrance of his cares Vpon his backe hee dosely weares A Mourning Coate by nature Liue Drunkard sober Drunkard liue I know thou no offence wlt giue Thou art a harmles dumb thing And for thy loue I 'le freely grant Rather then thou shouldst euer want Each day to giue thee something For thou hast got a good report Of which ther 's many a Dog comes short And very few Men gaine it Though they all dangers brauely bide And watch fast fight runne goe and rde Yet hardly they attaine it Some like Dominicall Letters goe In Scarlet from the top to toe Whose valours talke and smoake all Who make God sink'em their discourse Refuse Renounce or Dam that 's worse I wish a halter choake all Yet all their talke is Bastinado Strong Armado Hot Scalado Smoaking Trinidado Of Canuasado Pallizado Of the secret Ambuscado Boasting with Brauado If Swearing could but make a Man Then each of these is one that can With oathes an Army scatter If Oathes could conquer Fort or Hold Then I presume these Gallants could With Braggs a Castle batter Let such but thinke on Drunkards fame And note therewith their merits blame How both are vniuersall Then would such Coxcombs blush to see They by a dog outstrip'd should be Whose praise is worth rehearsall The times now full of danger are And we are round ingadg'd in warre Our foes would faine distresse vs Yet may a stubborne mizer knaue Will giue no Coyne his Throat to saue If he were stor'd like Craesus These hide-bound Varlets worse then Turkes Top full with Faith but no Good workes A crew of fond Precise-men In factions and in emulation Caterpillers of a Nation Whom few esteeme for wise men But leauing such to mend or end Backe to the Dogge my Verse doth bend Whose worth the subiect mine is Though thou a doggs life heere dost lead Let not a doggs death strike thee dead And make thy fatall Finis Thou shalt be Stelliside by mee I 'le make the Dog-star waite on thee And in his toome I 'le seat thee When Soll doth in his Progresse swinge And in the Dogge-dayes hotly singe Hee shall not ouer heate thee So honest Drunkard now adue Thy praise no longer I 'le pursue But still my loue is to thee And when thy life is gon and spent These Lines shall be thy Monument And shall much seruice doe thee I lou'd thy master so did all That knew him great and small And he did well deserue it For hee was honest valiant good And one that manhood vnderstood And did till death preserue it For wose sake I 'le his Dog prefer And at the Dogge at Westminster Shall Drunkard be a Bencher Where I will set a worke his chaps Not with bare bones or broken scraps But Victualls from my Trencher All those my Lines that Illdigast Or madly doe my meaning wrest In malice or derision Kinde Drunkard prethee bite them all And make them reele from wall to wall With Wine or Maults incision I know when foes did fight or parle Thou valiantly wouldest grin and snarle Against an Army aduerse Which made me bold with rusticke Pen Stray heere and there and backe agen To blaze thy fame in mad Verse It was no Auaritious scope Or flattrie or than windie hope Of any fee or stipend For none nor yet for all of these But only my poore selfe to please This mighty Volume I Pen'd ANNO. This Series writ the day and yeare That Seacoales were exceeding deare THus the old Prouerbe is fulfilled A Dogge shall haue his day And this Dogge hath not out liu'd his Reputation but to the perpetuall renowne of himselfe and good example of his owne begotten Puppies hee hath his bright day of Fame perspicuously shining I read in Anthony Gueuaroa his Golden Epistles that the Great Alexander buried his Horse that the Emperour Augustus made a stately Monument for his Parrot and that Heliogabalus did embaulme and intombe his Sparrow Happy were those Creatures in dying before their Masters I could with all my heart haue beene glad that Drunkards fortune had been the like vpon the condition that I had payd for his Buriall But to speake a little of the nature of Beasts and of the seruice and fidelitie of Dogges 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 Trunke out of the danger of the Fight and so sau'd him A Groome of the Chamber to French King Francis the first was murdered in the Forrest of Fountein Bellcau but the said Groome had a Dogge who afterward in the presence of the King and all the Court did teare the Murderer in peeces Amongst the Wattermen at the Black-Friers there lately was a little Bitch that Whelped or Litter'd in the Lane vnder a bench the Men perceiued that she had more Puppies then she could sustaine did take three of them and cast them into the Thames the water being high but the next day when the water was ebd away the Bitch went downe the staires and found her three drouned Puppies when presently she dig'd a deepe pit in the ground and drew them into it one after an other and then scrap'd the grauell vpon 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 euery man hath either known or hard of the like But chiefely for the Dogge he is in repuest aboue all Beasts and by and from Dogges our Separatists aud Amsterdamians and our Precise despisers of all honest and laudable Recreations may see their errors For of all the Creatures there are most diuersity in the shapes and formes of Dogges of all which there are but two sorts that are vsefull for Mans profit which two are the Mastiffe and the little Curre Whippet or House-dogge all the rest are for pleasure and recreation so likewise is the Mastiffe for Beare and Bull But the Water-spaniell Land-spaniell Grey-hound Fox-hound Buck-hound Blood-hound Otter-hound Setter Tumbler with Shough and Dainty my Ladies delicate
Sonnet 5. Three blinde Commanders BLinde fortune sightlesse loue and eyelesse death Like Great Triumue'rs swayes this earthly roome â—â—â— actions affections and very breathe Are in subiection to their fatall doome Ther 's nothing past or present or to come That in their purblinde power is not comprizde â—rom Crowne to cart from cradle to the toome â—ll are by them defamde or eternizde Why should we then esteeme this doating life â— That 's in the guideance of such blind-fold rule Whose chiefest peace is a continuall strife Whose gawdy pompes the pack and man the Mule Which liues long day he beares as he is able Til deaths blacke night doth make the graue his stable Sonnet 6. In the praise of musicke â—TWas Musick fetch'd Euridice from hell And rap'd grim Pluto with harmonious straines Renowned Orphens did with Musick quell The fiends and ease the tortur'd of their paines The Dolphin did account it wondrous gaines To heare Arion play as hee did ride Gods fiends fish fowles shepheards on the plains Melodious Musicke still hath magnifide And ancient records plainely doe decide How braue Orlands Palatine of France When he was raging mad for Meadors bride Sweet Musicke cur'd his crazed wits mischance For Musick 's only fit for heau'ns high quire 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 bottome it hath found So I a wretch inthrald in sorrowes caue With woe and desperations fetters bound The captiue slaue imprison'd vnder ground Doom'd there by fates t' expire his wofull daies With care o'rwhelmd with grief sorrow drownd Makes mournfull moanings and lamenting layes Accusing and accursing fortunes playes Whose wither'd Autumne leauelesse leaues his tree And banning death for his too long delayes â— Remaines the onely poore despised hee If such a one as this the world confine His mischiefes are his his sport compar'd with mine Sonnet 8. Another in prayse of musicke NO Poet crownd with euerliuing bayes Tho art like floods should froÌ„ his knowledge flow He could not write enough in Musicks prayse To which both man and Angels loue doe owe If my bare knowledge ten times more did know And had ingrost all arte from Pernas hill If all the Muses should their skils bestow On me to amplifie my barren skill I might attempt in shew of my good will In Musicks praise some idle lines to write But wanting iudgement and my accent ill I still should be vnworthy to indite And run my wit on ground like ship on shelfe For musicks praise consisteth in it selfe A Cataplasmicall Satyre composed and compacted of sundry simples as salt vineger wormewood and a little gall very profitable to cure the impostumes of vice A Sauage rough-hair'd Satyre needs no guide Wher 's no way from the way he cannot â—lide Then haue amoÌ„gst you through the brakes briers From those who to the Cedars top aspires Vnto the lowest shrub or branch of broome That hath his breeding from earths teeming womb And now I talke of broome of shrubs and Cedars Me thinks a world of trees are now my leaders To prosecute this trauell of my penne And make comparison twixt trees and men The Cedars and the high cloud kissing Pynes Fecundious Oliues and the crooked Vines The Elme the Ash the Oake the Masty Beeche The Peare the Apple and the rug-gowned Peache And many more for it would tedious be To name each fruitfull and vnfruitfull tree But to proceed to show how men and trees In birth in breed in life and death agrees In their beginnings they haue all one birth Both haue their nat'rall being from the earth And heauens high hand where he doth please to blesse Makes trees or men or fruitful or fruitlesse In sundry vses trees do serue mans turne To build t' adorne to feed or else to burne Thus is mans state in all degrees like theirs Some are got vp to th' top of honours stayres Securely sleeping on opinions pillow Yet as vnfruitfull as the fruitlesse willow And fill vp roomes like worthlesse trees in woods Whose goodnesse all consists in ill got goods He like the Cedar makes a goodly show But no good fruite will from his greatnesse grow Vntill he die and from his goods depart And then giues all away despight 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 poore By bribry and extortion got his store Yet at his death he gownes some foure-score men And t is no doubt he was a good man then Though in his life he thousands hath vndone To make wealth to his cursed coffers runâ— If at his buriall groats a piece bee giuen I le warrant you his soule 's in hell or heauen And for this doale perhaps the beggers striues That in the throng seuenteene doe lose their liues Let no man tax me here with writing lies For what is writ I saw with mine owne eyes Thus men like barren trees are feld and lopt And in the fire to burne are quickly popt Some man perhaps whilst he on earth doth liue Part of his vaine superfluous wealth will giue To build of Almshouses some twelue or ten Or more or lesse to harbour aged men Yet this may nothing be to that proportion Of wealth which he hath gotten by extortion What i st for man his greedy minde to serue To be the cause that thousands die and sterue And in the end like a vaine-glorious theefe Will giue some ten or twelue a poore reliefe Like robbers on the way that take a purse And giue the poore a mite to scape Gods curse But know this thou whose goods are badly gotten When thou art in thy graue consum'd and rotten Thine heire perhaps wil feast with his sweet punk And Dice and Drabb and eu'ry day be drunk Carowsing Indian Trinidado smoake Whilst thou with Sulph'rous flames are like to choake See see yond gallant in the Cloke-bag breech Hee 's nothing but a Trunke cram'd full of speech He 'l sweare as if 'gainst heau'n he wars would wage And meant to plucke downe Phoebus in his rage When let a man but try him hee 's all oathes And odious lies wrapt in vnpaid for cloathes And this Lad is a Roaring boy forsooth An exlent morsell for the hangmans tooth He carelesly consumes his golden pelfe In getting which his Father damn'd himselfe Whose soule perhaps in queÌ„chlesse fire doth broile Whilst on the earth his sonne keepes leuell coile T is strange to Church what numbers daily flock To drinke the Spring of the eternall Rocke The great â—ouâ—â—-sauing Satan slaying Word Gainst sin death hell th' alcoâ— quering sacred sword Where high lehonahs Trumpâ—ters sound forth From East to West from Souâ—â— vnto the North For through all lands their Embasseyes are borne And neuer doe againe in vaine returne Which either is of life to life the sauor Or death
former Seruants of seuer all Offices in his Maiesties House and other Esquires his maâ—stres seruants of good qualitie The Gentlemen of his Maiesties Chappel in Surplaices and rich Copes the Sergeant of the Vestry accompanying them Chaplaines Doctors of Phisicke Doctors of Diuinity Knights Gentlemen of the Priuy Chamber Gentlemen of the Bed-chamber to the Prince Baronets Barons younger sonnes Knights of the Priuy-Councell Viscounts eldest sonnes a Veluet cushen cartâ—ed by an Esquire The Comptroller Treasurer Steward and Chamberlain to his Grace bearing white Staues Barons of Ireland Scotland and England Bishops Earles eldest Sons Viscounts Earles of Scotland and England The Duke of Linox eldest Sonne The Arch-Bishop of Canterbury The Mace The Purse The Iora Keeper Preacher Sergeant Trumpetter and foure Trumpets The Great Banner borne by an Earles Sonne accompanied with an Herald The chiefe mourning Horse couered with blacke Veluet and garnished with Eschochens of Tassata with Shaffron and Plumes led by M r. Harton Clauell His Graces Hatchinements borne as followeth The Gauntlets and Spurres The Helme and Crest and the Sword borne by three Heralds The Targe and Coate of Armes borne by two Kings of Armes Then the â—â—uely Effigies or representation of his Grace drowne in a Chariot by sixe goodly Horses garnished as the former couered with a Canopy of black Veluet The Pall supported two Earles Sons and two Marquesses Sons The Foâ—â—â— 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 Principall Gentlemen riding at his head and feet in the said Chariot Then folowed Garter principall King of Armes accompanied with a Gentleman â— sher who went bareheaded the Duke of Linox chief Mourner The Lord Tresurer and Lord President of the Councell his supporters 10 other Assistants The Lord Priuy Seale and Duke of Buckingham The Marquis Hamilton and Earle Marshall The Lord Chamberlaine of his Maiesties House and the E. of Sussex the E. of Southampton and E. of Essex the E. of Salisbury and E. of Exceter The M r of the Horse to his Grace in close mourning leading the Horse of Honor â—â—â—â—â—â— furnished Thus past this sad shew from his Graces House in Holborne to Westminster where the Funerall Rites being solemnely ended his Graces liuely Effigies was leâ—â— in the Abby of S t. Peter vnder a Rich Hearse FINIS GREAT BRITAINE ALL IN BLACKE OR A short Elegie written in the manner of AEquiuoques in a sad and dutifull remembrance of the Royall Prince HENRY OH for a Quill of that Arabian Wing That 's hatcht in embers of Sun-kindled fire Who to her selfe her selfe doth issue bring And three in one is Young and Dam and Sire Oh that I could to Virgils veine aspire Or Homers Verse the golden-languag'd Greeke In polish'd phrases I my lines would tyre Into the depth of Art my Muse would seeke Mean time she 'mongst the linguish'd Poets throngs Although she want the helpe of Forraigne Tongs TO write great Britaines wo how am I able That hauing lost a peerelesse Princely Sonne So wise so graue so stout so amiable Whose Vertues shin'd as did the mid-dayes Sunne And did illustrate all our Hemispheare Now all the world affoords not him his pheare His Royall minde was euermore dispos'd From vertue vnto vertue to accrue On good deserts his bountie he dispos'd Which made him follow'd by so braue a crue That though himselfe was peerlesse many a Peere As his Attendants dayly did appeare In him the Thundrers braine-borne daughter Pallas Had tane possession as her natiue Clime In him and his terrestriall heau'nly Palace Was taught how men by vertuous deeds shal clime So that although his yeeres were in the spring He was true honours Fount and valors Spring So firme so stable and so continent So wise so valiant and so truly chaste That from his Microcosmos continent All heau'n-abhorred hel-hatch'd lust was chac'd Hee ran no vicious vice alluring grace To staine the glory of his Royall race His soule from whence it came is gone againe And earth hath tane what did to earth belong He whilom to this Land was such a Gaine That mem'ry of his losse must deeds belong All states and sexes both the young and graue Lament his timelesse going to his Graue Man-murdring death blinde cruell fierce and fell How dost thou gripe him in thy meagre armes By thy rude stroke this Prince of Princes fell Whose valor brau'd the mighty God of Armes Right well in peace he could of peace debate Dreadlesse of dreadfull danger or debate Robustuous rawbon'd monster death to teare From vs our happy hope we did enioy And turne our many ioyes to many a teare Who else might ioyfully haue liu'd in ioy As wind on thousands all at once doth blow By his deaths stroke so millions feele the blow Well could I wish but wishing is in vaine That many millions and amongst them I Had slue'd the bloods from euery flowing veine And vented floods of water from each eye T' haue sau'd the life of this Maiestike Heyre Would thousand soules had wandred in the ayre But cease my Muse thou farre vnworthy art To name his name whose praise on hie doth mount Leaue leaue I say this taske to men of Art And let his soule rest to sweet Zions Mount His Angell spright hath bid the world adue And earth hath claim'd his body as a due Epitaph Here vnder ground great HENRIES corps doth be If God were pleas'd I wish it were a lye IOHN TAYLOR THE MVSES MOVRNING OR FVNER ALL SONNETS ON THE Death of IOHN MORAY Esquire TO THE WHOLE AND ENTIRE NVMBER OF THE Noble and Ancient name of Morayes Iohn Taylor dedicates these sad Funerall Sonnets Sonnet 1. VVHen King Corbredus wore the Scottish Crowne The Romanes did the Britaine Land afflict But Corbred ioyn'd confederate with the Pict By whom Queen â—eadaes foes were ouerthrowne The Morayes then to haue their valour knowne Did first the Romane forces contradict And made them render vp their liues so strict That horse and foot and all were beaten downe Loe thus began the Morayes honour'd Race Of memorable Ancient worthy fame And since the fiue and fiftieth yeere of Grace â—â— Scotland hath suruiu'd that noble name To whom aliue and to my dead friends hear so In duty heere I consecrate this verse Hee that is euer obliged to your Noble name IOHN TAYLOR Sonnet 2. WEepe euerlastingly you Nymphs diuine Your very Quintessence is waste and spent Sigh grone and weepe with wofull languishment Dead is the life that made your Glories shine The heau'nly numbers of your Sacred nine He tun'd as an Aetheriall Instrument So sweet as if the Gods did all consent In him their Consort wholy to combine Weepe Muses euerlastingly lament Eclipsed is your Sire Apollo's shrine Grim Death the life hath from your Champion rent And therefore sigh grone weepe lament and pine And let the Lawrell rot consume and wither Dye Muses
this reading thou mayest be allur'd To turne thy tide of life another way And to amendment all thy thoughts incline And to thy rebell will no more obey But seeke by vertuouâ— actions to combine Fame to thy Friends and terror to thy foe And say 't was friendly counsell told thee so Satyre THis childish Anticke doating pie-bald world Through which y e Diuel all black sins hath hurld Hath beene so long by wickednesse prest downe From y e â—reeze Plow swaine to th' Imperiall crown We haue so long in vice accustom'd beene That nothing that is wicked lookes like sin The glistring Courtier in his gaudie tire Scornes with his heeles to know his russet Sire The petrifogging Lawyer crammes vp Crownes From hobnaild Boores sheep skin country clown The gaping greedie gâ—â—iping Vsurerâ— The Sonne of Hell and Sathans treasurer The base exâ—orting black sould bribing Broaker The Bane of Mankind and his Countries choaker The helhound whelpes the shoulder-clapping Seriant That cares not to vndoe the world for Argent The Post knight that will sweare away his soule Though for the same the Law his eares doe powle The smoakie black-lung pâ—fâ— Tobaccount Whose ioy doth in Tobacco sole consid The cholericke Gâ—â—l that 's â—angled with a Drab And in her quarrell will his Father stab The baudie drie boand â—â—cherous Baboone Would â—aine repent â—â—â—â—â—â— it is too soone The riming â—â—â—â—â—â— would be a Poet But that the â—â—â—â—â—â— not wit to shew it The wrinckled â—â—â— and dim'd vâ—â—â—melian whore That buyes and sels the poxe to â—â—â—â—â—â—â—â—â— slore The greasie eauesdropping doâ—â—â—â—â—â— Pander That with a Punke to any man will wander The conveatching shister steales most briefe And when hee 's hang'd heel câ—ase to be a thiefe The drousie Drunkard will â—â—â— and â—â—â— Till like a hog he tumble in his drâ—â—stâ— Besides there 's diuers other Hell boâ—ne sinnes As some great men are wraâ—t in Mâ—sers skinâ—es For feare of whose dislike I â—â—â— old me still And not bumbast them with my Ganders quill Consider with thy selfe Good Reader then That here thou hu'st amongst those wicked men Who on this earthly stage together keepe Like Muggots in a Putrified sheepe Whose damned dealingâ— blacke confusion brings By the iust iudgement of the King O. Kings Pastorall Equiuokes or a Shepheards complaint I That haue trac'd the mountaines vp and downe And pip't and chanted Songs and pleasant layes The whil'st my flocks haue frisk't it on the downe Now blinded Loue my sportiue pleasure layes I that on greenie grasse could lay me downe And sleepe as soundly as on beds of downe I then was free from loues all wounding blow My Ewes and Lambs then merrily could fold I car'd not then which way the wind did blow Nor had I cause with griefe my armes to infold I fear'd not Winters frost nor Summers Sunne And then was I a happy mothers sonne I then could haunt the Market and the Fayre And in a trolicke humour leape and spring Till she whose beautie did surpasse all fayre Did with her frosty necenesse nip my Spring Then I alas alas vnhappy I Was made a captiue to her scornefull eye When loues fell shaft within my breast did light Then did my Cock horse pleasure all alight Lou's fierie flames Eclipsed all my light And she vnkinde weyd all my woes too light Oh then my merry dayes away did hie VVhen I so low did dore on one so hie Her beautie which did make Loues Queene a Crow Whose whiâ—e did shame the Lilly red the Rose When Phâ—bus messenger the Cocke did crow Each morne when from his Antipods he rose Despight of gates and barres and bolts and locks Hee 'd kisse her face and guild her golden locks Which makes my rest like those that restlesse be Like one that 's hard pursu'd and cannot flye Or like the busie buzzing humming Bee Or like the fruitlesse nought respected Flye That cuts the subtill ayre so swift and fast Till in the Spiders wâ—b hee 's tangled fast As blustring Borcas rends the loftie Pine So her vnkindnesse rends and reaues my heart I weepe I waile I sigh I groane I pine I inward bleed as doth the wounded Hart. She that alone should onely wish me well Hath drown'd my ioyes in Sorrowes ioylesse well The ruthlesse Tyger and the Sauage Beare All Beasts and Birds of prey that haunt the Wood In my laments doe seeme some part to beare But onely she whose feature makes me wood As barbing Autumne robs the trees of leaues Her storme like soorne me void of comfort leaues No castle Fort no Rampier or strong Hold But loue will enter without law or leaue Fot where affections force hath taken hold There lawlesse loue will such impression leaue That Gods nor men nor fire eath water winde From loues strait lawes can neither turne nor winde Then since my haplesse haps falls out so hard Since all the fates on me their anger powre Since my laments and moanes cannot be heard And she on me shews her commanding power What then remaines but I dissolue in teares Since her disdaines my heart in pieces teares Dye then sad heart in sorrowes prison pend Dye face that 's colour'd with a deadly dye Dye hand that in her praise hath Poems pend Heart Face and hand haplesse and helpelesse dye Thou Serieant Death that rests and tak'st no bale 'T is onely thou must ease my bitter bale This said he sigh'd and sell into a sound That all the Hils and Groues neighbouring Plains The Ecchoes of his groanings seem'd to sound With repercursion of his dying plaines And where in life he scorned councell graue Now in his death he rests him in his graue Epitaph HEere lies ingrau'd whose life fell death did sackâ— Who to his graue was brought vpon a Beere For whom let all men euer mourne in Sacke Or else remember him in Ale or Beere He who in life Loues blinded God did lead Now in his death lyes heere as cold as lead Sonnet In trust lyes Treason THe fowlest friends assume the fairest formes The fairest Fields doth feed the soulest road The Sea at calm'st most subiect is to stormes In choyfest fruit the cauker makes aboad So in the shape of all belieuing trust Lyes toad-inucnom'd-â—reason coached close Till like a storme his trothlesse thoughts out burst Who canker-like had laine in trusts repose For as the Fire within the Flint confinde In deepest Ocean still vnquencht remaines Euen so the false through truâ—st seeming minde Despight of truth the treason still retaines Yet maugre treason trust deserueth trust And trust suruiues when treason dyes accurst Death with the foure Elements Two infant-twinnes a Sister and a Brother When out of dores was gone their carefull Sire And left his babes in the keeping with their Mother Who merrily sate singing by the fire Who hauing fill'd a tub with water warme She bath'd her girle O ruthlesse tayle to tell The whilst she thought the other safe from harme Vnluckily into the fire
Nations vnwholsome and vntemperate Ayres and Climates Sea or Land Monsters or what perils may be named or thought vpon hath euer daunted or hindred our Merchants and Marmers prosecute and accomplish their continuall laudable and profitable vndertakings Amongst whom our Noble Worshipfull and worthy East-India Merchants and Aduenturers may in these later times be held us superlatiue to those of former Ages their mestâ—n able charge their mighty force their valuable returnes and their aduenturous hazards rightly considered All which being no part of my purpose to treat of I referre the Reader onely to the description of two famous Sea-fights performed betwixt the English and the Portugaâ—s which though the newes of it could not be brought hither so soone as if it had beene done vpon the Coast of Zealand or Flandets yet as soone as wind and weather could bring it I had it and with what time I could well spare I haue written is assuring my selfe of what I dare assure my Reader which is that all is true In which regard I thought it vnfit to let it lie buried in obliuion or the hatefull and ingratefull graue of forgetfulnesse In it is valour described and manifested in the liues and deaths of many of our English and extreame crueltie and inhumanitie in the Enemie But to the matter A BRAVE SEA-FIGHT in the Gulph of PERSIA 4. English Ships 1 The Royall Iames Admirall 2 The Ionas Vice-Admirall 3 The Starre Reare-Admirall 4 The Eagle fourth Ship Iohn Weddell chiefe Commander of the English Fleet. 4. Dutch Ships 1 The South Holland Admirall 2 The Bâ—â—taâ— Vice-Admirall 3 The Mâ—â—ud of Dort Reare-Admirall 4 The Wâ—aâ—â—â—pe fourth Ship Albert Bickeâ— chiefe Commander of the Dutch Fleet. THe 30. of Ianuary 1624. being Friday the English and Dutch Ships being in the Road of Gombroone there arriued a small Frigot belonging to a place neere Chowle which is in warre with the Portugals shee came in betweene the Maine and Ormus to whom the General of the English Capt. Iohn Weddell â—â—ent M r. Andrew Evans in a little Boat called a Gellywat to know from whence he came and whether hee could giue vs any intelligence of the Portugall Armado his answer was that hee came from a place some 8. or 10. Leagues to the Southwards of Chowle laden with Pepper and other Merchandize and withall hee said that on the Saturday before being the 24. of Ianuary hee was off the Cape called Cape Gordell naâ—fe way betwixt the Coast of Indâ—â—â— and Cape Iaques where to Steward off 〈…〉 â—aw 8. great Gallions and certaine Frigots which Frigots gaue him chase but hee kept himselfe so neere the shore that they could not fetch him vp and this was the first information oâ— the neere approach of the â—nemie The 31. of Ianuary in the morning the English and Dutch fleet heard three peeces of Ordnance goe off from â—â—â—â—â— Castle a strong hold and in warre with the Portugals the Captaine of the said Castle hauing before promised the Generall Captaine Weddell thaâ—â—f he descryed any crosse Sailes or Ships in sight of the Castle that then he would discharge those Peâ—ces as a warning vnto him which accordingly he did Wherupon a man was sent vp to the top-mast head in the English Admirall to looke abroad who being vp presently cryed a saife 2 3 4 5 6 7 8. with many Frigots in their company then the Generall commanded the Gunner to shoot off a peece of Ordnance to giue warning to all the flect to put themselues in readinesse for the entertainment of the Enemie putting also the bloudy Colours out as likewise the Dutch Admirall did the like with all speed getting their men boats from the shore weighing their Anchors of all hands and getting vnder â—â—le with all possible celerity with courage and resolution they stood towards the Enemy whose drift was to haue taken the English and Dutch at Anchor vnprepared but their expectations were frustrate Towards 8. of the clocke at night it fell calme so that our ships came to an Anchor when the Commander of the Dutch fleet named Albertâ— Becker sent his Mâ—ster of his ship accompanied with some other Merchants and Masters aboord the Royall Iames informing Captaine Weddell that their Commander had sent them to see now he did and what hee thought the Ships and Frigots to be that they had descryed The Commander Weddell answered that they could bee no other than the Portugall Armado which had bin two yeeres preparing to meet with the English and Dutch and that now they were come in search of them from Goa vnto this place hoping first to conquer both our and their Nation and afterwards to fall to worke vpon Ormus Kishme and Gombroone to destroy our setled trade and to extirpe and â—oot vs out with all hostility and dishonour Then the Dutch demanded Captaine 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 Imployers and the safeguard of liues ships and goods he would fight it out as long as a man was liuing in his ship to weare a Sword and that he doubted not but the other three ships vnder his command were all of the same mind and courage to whom the Dutchmen answered that they were of the like resolution and would sticke as close to the English as their shirts to their backs and so in friendly manner each tooke leaue of other for that night The 1. of February being Sunday the Dutch Admirall weighed anchor an houre before day-light and the English presently after him but the Dutch got the start of vs all though we made all the Saile we could at last the English came vp to him with their whole fleet but he discharged the first shot at the Portugall Admirall who presently answered him with three for one The friends and foes being in Musket shot of each other it fell calme whereby our ships would not worke but as the tide did set them that when the Portugals were Boord and Boord they had a great aduantage of vs with their Frigots that rowed theÌ„ cleare one off another often which helpe we wanted thus we lay some 4. or 5. houres pelting and beating one another with our Ordnance the whilst the Frigots plyed vs with small shot as fast as they could the Royall Iames being forced to keep the Barge at head to pull the Ships head to fro but towards the afternoone there arose a fine gale but the Enemy had the wind of vs wherevpon the Admirall and Vice-Admirall of the Portugals bore vp roome vpon vs making account to â—ay the Royall Iames aboord the one on the Starboord the other on the Laâ—boord side which Captaine Weddell perceiuing scarce being able to shun it he called to the Master and told him the purpose of the Enemy to auoyd which danger he commanded the Master to beare a little lasking to separate them further
sort But 't is but painted mirth and ayrie sport All worth nothing Bright Maias Soâ—e the God of tricks and sleights â—â—â—â— Hath op'd the treasure of his subtill wit mercury And as a Seruant on this Wedding waits With Masques with Reuals and with tryumphs fit His rare inuentions and his quaint conceits Twixt Heauen alost and Hel insernall pit He in imaginary showes affords In shape forme method and applausefull words Old sullen i A dogged melancholy Planet a maleuolent opposite to all mirth Saturne hid his moody head In dusky shades of blacke Cimerian night And wauering k The Mooâ—â—â— who doth neuer continue at a stay and therefore sheâ—â—â— herselfe from those delights which I hope will bee peâ—â—â— Luna closely couch'd to bed Her various change she knew would not delight The loyall mindes where constancie is bred Where Protens thoughts are put to shamefull flight These two l â—â—â— Luna or indeed the nights were darke at the Wedding because the moone sâ—ined not by Ioues command were straightly bound To stay at home as better lost then found Cupid descended from the Chrystall skyes And leaues befind his golden feathered darts In steed of whom he makes faire Ladies eyes The piercing weapons of true loning hearts And he amongst these high Solemnities His awfull presence freely he imparts To all in generall with mirthfull cheere All sport 's the better if loues God be there The off spring of the high celestiall Ioue His braine bred m Minerua whom the Poets saine to be the Goddesses Wisedome Borne and bred in the braine of Iupiter Daughter and his thigh borne Sonne n Bacchus whom his Father loue saued from Aborâ—iue buth from his mother Seâ—d and sowed him vp in his Thigh till the time of his birth was come to a period Gaiâ— Lib. 3 One with aduice of wisdome she wed her loue And t'other bounteously made plenty runne Where wine in streames gainst one another strone Where many a Caske was baâ—ckrout an vndone Depriu'd the treasure of the fruitfully vinese By Bacchus bounty that great God of Wine s Thus Ioue and Iuno Jmps of aged Ops With wise Minerua Mars and Mercury Resplendent Sol with musicks straines and ileps Faire Venus Queene of Loues alacrity Loues God with shafts betipe with golden tops And Bacchus showring sweet humidity Gods Goddesses the Graces and the Muses To grace these tryumphs all their cunnings vses Amongst the rest was all recording Fame Inscalping noble deeds in brazen lâ—aues That meagre Enuy cannot wrong that name Where braue Heroick acts the minde vpheaues Fâ—mes goldeÌ„ trump will through the world proclame Whom Fortune Fare nor Death nor time bereaues Thus like a Scribe Fame waited to Record The Neptialls of this Ludy and this Lord All making marring time that turneth neuer To these proceedings still hath beene auspicious And in his Progresse will I hope perseuer To make their dayes and houres ro be delicious Thus Fame and time affoords their best indeauour Vnto this royall match to be propitious Time in all pleasure through their liues will passe Whilst Fame records their Fames inleaues of Brasse Times Progresse Yon Sonnes of Iudas and Achitophei Whose damn'd delights are treasons bloud death Th' almighties power your haughty prides will quell And unlike your vassals vessels of his wrath Let all that wish these Princes worse then well Be iudg'd and doom'd to euerlasting Scath For 't is apparent and experience prooues No hare preuailes where great Ichouah loues To whose Omnipotent Eternall power I doe commit this blest beloued paire Oh let thy graces daily on them showre Let each of them be thine adopted Heire a Raise them at last to thy Celestiall Bowre And feate them both in lasting glories Chaire In fine their earthly dayes be long and blest And after bettred in eternall rest A Sonnet to the Imperious Maiestick mirrour of King Iames great Britaines Monarch GReat Phoebus spreads his Rayes on good ill Dame Tellus feeds the Lyon and the Rat The smallest Sayles God AEols breath doth fill And Ttetic Harbots both the Whale and Sprat But as the Sunne doth quicken dying Plants So thy illustrious shine doth glad all hearts And as the Earth supplyes our needfull wants So doth thy bounty guerdon good desarts And like the aytie AEols pleasant gales Thou filst with Ioy the Sailes of rich and pore And as the Sea doth harbour Sprats and Whales So thou to high and low yeelds harbour flore Thus Sea Ayre Earth and Titans fiery face Are Elementall Seruants to thy Grace To Life SInce that on earth thou wondrous wandring gest Arithmeticians neuer number can The seuerall Lodgings thouhast tane in man In Fish in Fowle in tame or bruitish beast Since all by thee from greatest to the least Are squar'd and well compar'd vnto a span Oh fleeting Life take this â—â—y counsell than Hold long possession in thy royall breast Dwell euer with the King the Queene the Prince The gracious Princesse and her Princely Spouse In each of these thou hast a lasting house Which Fate nor Death nor Time cannot conuince And when to change thy Lodging thou art driuen Thy selfe and they exalted by to Heauen To Death To thee whose auaritious greedy mood Doth play a sweepe stake with all liuing things And like a Hors-leech Quaffes the seuerall blood Of subiects Abiects Emperours and Kings That high and low and all must feele thy stings The Lord the Lowne the Caitiffe and the Keasar A beggers death as much contentment brings To thee as did the fall of Iulius Caesar. Then since the good and bad are all as one And Larkes to thee no better are then Kites Take then the bad and let the good alone Feed on base wretches leaue the worthy wights With thee the wicked euermore will stay But from thee Fame will take the good away To Eternity THou that beyond all things dost goes as farre That no Cosmographers could e're suruay Whose glory brighter then great Phebus Carre Doth shine where night doth ne're eclipse the day To thee I consecrate these Princes acts In thee alone let all their beings be Let all the measures of their famous tracts In the begin but neuer end like thee And when thy Seruant Time giues Life to Death And Death surrenders all their liues to Fame Oh then inspire them with celestiall breath With Saints and Martyrs to applaud thy name Thus vnto thee as thine owne proper rights Iconsecrate these matchles worthy wights Iohn Taylor FINIS TAYLORS FAREVVELL TO THE TOWER BOTTLES THE ARGVMENT ABout three hundred and twenty yeares since or thereabout I thinke in the Raigne of King Richard the Second there was a guift giuen to the Tower or to the Lieutenants thereof for the time then and for euer beeing which guift was two blacke Leather Bottles or Bombards of Wine from euery Ship that brought Wine into the Riuer of Thames the which hath so continued vntill this day but the Merchants finding
learned langâ—ages adorn'd admir'd Saint Peter preaching tels the people plaine How they the liuing Lord of life had slaine Some slout and mocke remaining stubborne hearted And many Soules peruerted are conuerted The Church increases daily numbers comes And to the Gospels furth'ring giue great Summes Acts. False Ananias and his faithlesse wife In dreadfull manner lost their wretched life The enuious people stone the Martye Steuen He praying for his foes leaues earth for Heauen The Churches Arch foe persecuting Saul Is made a conuert and a preaching Paul He 's clapt in Prison manacled nad fetter'd And through his troubles still his zeale is better'd Th Apostle Iames by Herod's put to death And Herod eat with Lice loft hatefull breath Th' increasing Church amongst the Gentiles spreds By Nâ—re Paul and Peter lost their heads Romanes Th' Apostle Paul from Corinth writes to Rome To strength their faith and tell them Christ is come He shewes how high and low both Iew and Greeke Are one with God who faithfully him seeke He tels how sinne in mortall bodies luâ—kes How we are sau'd by faith and not by workes In louing tearmes the people he doth moue To Faith to Hope to Charity and Loue. 1. Corinthâ— Paul to Corinthus from Philippy sends Their Zeale and Faith he louingly commends He tels them if Gods Seruice they regard Th' eternall Crowne of life is their reward 2. Corinths 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 tels them that their whole Saluations cause Is all in Christ and not in Moses Lawes The Law 's a glasse where men their sinnes doe sec And that by Christ we onely saued be Ephesians Paul bids cast off the old man with his vice And put on Christ our blest redempcions price Philippians He bids them of false teachers to beware He tels them that Humilitie is rare And though they liue here in a vaile of strife Yet for them layd vp is the Crowne of life Colossians Th' Apostle doth reioyce and praiseth God That these Colossians in true Faith abode He praiseth them he bids them watch and pray That sin an Sathan worke not their decay 1. Thessalonians He thanketh God his labour 's not in vaine So stedfast in the faith these men remaine That they to others are ablelled light By their example how to liue vpright 2. Thessalonians Againe to them he louingly doth write He bids them pray the Gospell prosper might He wishes them prosperitie and wealth And in the end Soules euerlasting health 1. and 2. to Timothy Paul shewes to Timothy a By shop must In life and doctrine be sincâ—re and iust And how the Scriptures power haue to perswade Whereby the man of God is perfect made Titus To Titus 'mongst the Creetans Paul doth send And warnes him what â—allow or reprehend Philemon Paul earnestly the Master doth request To pardon his poore man that had transgrest Hebrewes Although this booke doth beare no Authors name It shewes the Iews how they thier liues should frame And that the Ceremoniall Law is ended In Christ in whom all grace is comprenended S. Iames. Heare speake and doe well the Apostle faith For by thy workes a man may see thy faith I. and 2. to Peter He counsels vs be sober watch and pray And still be ready for the Iudgement day 1 2 and 3. of Iohn He shewes Christ di'de and from the graue arose To saue his friends and to confound his foes S. Iude. Iude bids them in all Godlinesse proceed And of deceiuing teachers on take heed Reuelation Diuine S. Iohn to Pathmos I le exilde This heauenly worâ— t' instruct vs he compild He tels the godly God shall be their gaines He threats she godlesse with eternall paines He shewes how Antichrist should reigne and rage And how our Sauiour should his pride asswage How Christ in glory shall to Iudgement come And how all people must abide his doome A Prayer GOod God Almighty in compassion tender Preserue and keepe King Charles thy Faiths defender Thy Glory make his Honor still increase In Peace in Warres and in Eternall peace Amen THE BOOKE OF MARTYRS DEDICATED TO THE RIGHT HONOVRABLE WILLIAM EARLE OF PEMBROOKE c. MY Lord my weake Collection out hath tooke The summe and pith of the great Martyrs Booke For pardon and protection I intreat The Volume's little my presumption great IOHN TAYLOR I Sing their deaths who dying made death yeeld By Scriptures sword and faiths vnbattered shield Whom Sathan men or monsters could not tame Nor sorde them to deny their Sauiours name Euangelists that did the Gospell write Apostles and braue Martyrs that did fight Gainst death and hell and all the power of sin And boldly dâ—de eternall life to win Iohn Baptist by King Herod lost his head Who to the world repentance published Our blest Redeemer in his loue did follow And conquered death mans sinfull soule to hallow He was the death of death and he did quell The sting and power of Sathan sin and hell And vnder his great standard valiantly A number numberlesse haue darde to die Through bondage famine slauery sword and fire Through all deuised torments they aspire Victoriously to gaine th' immortall Crowne Of neuer-ending honour and renowne Saint Steuen was the third that lost his breath And for his Masters sake was ston'd to death And after him in Scripture may we reade The Apostle Iames was brain'd and butchered Saint Marke th Euangelist in fire did burne And Bartholmen was flead yet would not turne Saint Andrew like a valliant champion dide And willing on a croste was crucifide Matthias Philip Peter and Saint Paul Ston'd crucified beheaded Martyrs all Th' Apostles of their liues no reckoning make And thinke them well spent for their Sauiours sale The tyrant Emperours in number ten Most cruell barb'rous and inhumaine men More Christians by their bloudy meanes did sâ—â—y Then for a yeere fiue thousand to each day And many Romane Bishops in those dayes Were Martyrd to their high Creators praise And though each day so many thousands bleed Yet doubtly more and more they daily breed As Camomile growes better bâ—ing trod So death and tortures draw more vnto God Or as the vine that 's cut and prun'd beares more In one yeere then it did in three before This bloudy persecution did out-weare After Christs death the first three hundred yeere Thus did the primitiue first Church endure Being Catholike Apostolike and pure Then ouer all the world t was truely knowne That Romish Bishops claimed but their owne In their owne Diocesse to be chiefe Pastor And not to be the worlds great Lord and master And now our Britaine glory will I sing From Lucius reign the worlds first Christian King Vnto these dayes of happy peacefull state A Catalogue of Martyrs I le relate First Vrsula and eleuen thousand with her All Virgins for
and grow And for the vse of Fiftie takes a score He neuer dreads Heau'ns dreadfull angry broâ—â—e But daily grinds the faces of the poore Let vengeance thunder and let Hels dog barke Amongst his Marks of Grace he hath no marke 66 And though a world of Crownes are in his hand For euery Crowne might he a Kingdome haue His state no better in my minde should stand Then a rich Begger or a kingly Slaue He should his Crownes and they not him command They Vassall-like should do what he should craue Lo thus the Crownes their Soueraigne ouerswayes They rule and Raigne he like a Slaue obeyes 67 Thus Angels to a Câ—usffe are a curse His Royalls makes his basenes farre more base His Nobles his ignoble minde make worse His Marks are marks and figures of disgrace And Crownes vsurpeth in his Niggard purse And in his heart Contentment hath no place For Angels Royalls Marks and Crownes Can put no vertue in the minds of Clownes 68 The onely slaue of slaues is Moneyes slaue He pines in plenty staru's amidst his store Dies liuing and doth liue as in a Graue In wealthy want and in abundance poore The Goods he hath he badly doth depratte And only cares how he may purchase more For he himselfe cannot afford himselfe A good meales meat for wasting of his pelfe 69 His feare 's his wealth his torment his delight His Conscience foule affrightfull is his sleepe His hope despaire his mirth in sadnes dight His ioyes are Cares what he hath got to keepe His Rest is restles vnrest day and night And in a Sea of Melancholy deepe Amidst his large possessions liu's in lack And dies in debt to 's belly and his back 70 Me thinkes I heare a Miser-Churle obiect None railes at Wealth but those which liue in want The idle Grashopper cannot affect The toylesome labours of the frugall Ant The â—â—â—digall by no meanes will be checkt So much as when his Purses lining's scant The Fox doth scorne the Grapes but wot you why Because out of his reach they hang too high 71 So doth a sort of poore and needy Hyndes The scum and dregs of euery Common wealth The shag-rag-shag-hand crue whose boundles minds Must be supplide with shifting or by stealth Like sick men when their paines their Reason blinds They enuy all men that are well in health So doth a swarme of Drones and idle mates Reuile and enuie at our happy states 72 But let them storme and raâ—â—e and curse and sweare Within our coffers we will keepe the Gold Let them themselues themselues in pieces teare What we haue got with toyle with care we 'le hold What is' t doth men to reputation reare But when their goods wealth growes manifold We care not then let needy Rascalls raile Till Tyburne eat them or some lothsome Iayle 73 Thus doth a Wretch his thirst of Gaine excuse And makes his bad trade good with show of thrift Himselfe continuall with himselfe doth muse Vpon some purchase or some gaining drift And as a Hog his downeward lookes doe vse To poare and not aloft his eyes to lift He takes Heau'ns fruit hoordeth vp the same And ne're remembers God from whence it came 74 But fill thy baggs till they are ouer-filld And empt thy conscience more if more thou can Raise higher rents and let thy Land be till'd And tell thy selfe thou art a happy man Pull downe thy Barnes and boasting bigger build As if thy blessed state were new began Then comes a voyce with horror and off right Thou foole I le fetch away thy soule this night 75 And tell me then who shall these Goods possesse That thou hast damn'd thy selfe to purchase them Who shall be heire to all thy vaine excesse For which thy soule that deare too deare bought Iâ—â—â—â— In hazard is of endlesse wretchednesse Be'ing banisht from the new Ierusalem The goods are ill that doth the world controule Whose cursed gaine doth lose the Owners soule 76 What 's in the world should make men wish to liue If men could well consider what it is What in the world that happinesse can giue Which is not drownd in sorrowes blacke Abisâ— What goods in the world can a man atchieue But woe and misery o'rewhelmes his blisse No pleasures or contentments stedfast are For all we can call Ou ts is onely Care 77 I'haue seene 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 fauours thus But in his height of heat how soone hee 's cold By death snatch'd from his pompe himselfe vs His Name and Noble-Mushrom-fame forgot And all things but his shame must lye and rot 78 The beauteous Lady that appeares a Saint Of Angells forme and Heau'n admired hue That can by Art defectiue Nature paint And make false colours to the eye seeme true Yet Death at last her brau'ry doth attaint And spight her Art she must pay Natures due The rarest features and the fairest formes Must dye and rot and be consum'd with wormer 79 Wealth Beauty as they are abusde or vsde They make the Owners either curst or blest As Good or Ill is in the minde infusde They adde a ioyfull rest or woes vnrest To vse them well th' are blest but if abusde Thy God doth thee them loath and detest And turnes his blessings which should most coÌ„tent thee To dreadfull cursings which shal stil torment thee 80 Seeke then Heau'ns Kingdome and things that are right And all things else shall be vpon thee cast Thy dayes of Ioy shall neuer turne to night Thy blessed state shall euerlasting last Liue still as euer in thy Makers sight And let Repentance purge thy vices past Remember thou must drink of deaths sharpe cup And of thy Stewardship account giue vp 81 Had'st thou the beauty of faire Absolon Or did thy strength the strength of Sampson passe Or could thy wisedome match wise Salomon Or might thy riches Cressus wealth surpasse Or were thy pompe beyond great Babylon The proudest Monarchy that euer was Yet Beauty Wisedome Riches Strength and State Age Death and Time will spoils and â—â—â—â—â— 82 Make of the World no more then as it is A vale of Cares of miseries and woes Thinke of it as the sinke of all amisse That blinds our Sences with deceiuing showes Account it as a den of balefull blisse The which vnthought of all estates o'rethrowes How Satan in it beares a Lordly sway And how none but his subiects it obey 83 And whilst thou runn'st this transitory race Vse well the blessings God to thee hath sent Doe Good with them whilst thou hast time space And know they are but things vnto thee lent Know that thou must appeare before Gods face To answer if they well or ill be spent If thou hast spent them well then heau'n is thine If ill th' art damn'd to hell by doome Diuine 84 But ten times happy shall that
the next By whom good Hezekiab was perplext But when blasphemous Pagans puft with pride Contemptuously the God of gods deside The Lord of Lorâ—s whom no pow'r can withstand Tooke his owne gracious glorious cause in hand He vs'd no humane Arme or speare or sword But with his All-commanding mighty Word One Angell sent to grisly Plutoes den A hundred eighty and fiue thousand men Then fiftly was Ierusalem subdude In Iudaes blood th' â—â—â—yrians hands imbrude Manasses godlesse Glory did expire All yeeld vnto th' insulting foes desire Vsurping Conquest all did seaze vpon 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 sixtly Pharaob-Necho Egypts King To great distresse all Iudaes Land did bring With fell confusion all the Kingdome fill'd And with a Dart good King Iosias kill'd The Shepheard for his wandring sheep was strook The godly Prince from godlesse people tooke So this iust zealous and religious Prince Whose like scarce euer Raign'd before or since Th' Almighty to himselfe did take agen As knowing him too good for such bad men Nabuchadnezer next made them obey When Zedekiah did the Scepter sway King Kingdome Peeres and people all o'rethrown All topsie-turuy spoyld and tumbled downe The curst Caldeans did the King surprize Then slew his Sons and next pluck'd out his eyes Then vnto Babylon he was conuayde In Chaines in Priso and in Darknesse layde Till death his Corps did from his soule deuide He liu'd a slaue and sadly gladly dyde The Citty and the Temple burnt and spoyld With all pollution euery place was soyld The holy vessels all away were borne The sacred Garments which the Priests had worne All these the Caldees voyde of all remorce Did cary vnto Babylon perforce Which seuenty yeeres in slauery and much woe They kept and would by no meanes let them goe Till Persian Cyrus did Earths glory gaine Who freed the Iewes and sent them home againe He rendred backe their vessels and their store And bad them build their Temple vp once more Which many yeeres in glorious state did stand Till Piolomy the King of Egypts band Surpriz'd the Iewes and made them all obey Assaulting them vpon the Sabbath day Next after that from Rome great Pompey came And Iudaes force by force perforce did tame Then did the Caesars beare the earthly sway The vniuersall world did them obey And after that the Romane pow'r did place The Idumean Herods gracelesse Grace Him they created Tetrarch demy King 'Gainst whom the Iewes did boldly spurne and â—ling For they had sworne that none but Dauids seed In the seat Royall euer should succeed But Sossius and King Herods Armies strength Did ouer-run them all in breadth and length By hostile Armes they did them all prouoke To beare the burthen of their awfull yoke And lastly when the Romanes ouer-run By valiant Titus old Vespasians sonne Then fell they to an vnrecouer'd wane They all in generall were or slaine or tane Then was the extirpation of them all Their iust worst last most fatall finall fall Thus mercy being mock'd pluckd iudgmeÌ„t down Gods fauour being scorn'd prouokes his frowne Aboue all Nations he did them respect Below all Nations he did them deiect Most vnto them his fauour was addicted Most vpon them his fury was inflicted Most neere most deare they were to him in loue And farthest off his wrath did them remoue He blest he curst he gaue and then he tooke As they his Word obeyde or else forsooke How oft Iebouab seem'd his sword to draw To make them feare his precepts and his Law How oft he raisd them when they hedlong fell How oft he pardond when they did rebell How long did Mercy shiue and Iustice winke When their foule crimes before Gods face did stinke How oft Repentance like a pleasing sauour Repurchasd Gods abused gracious fauour When he did blessings vpon blessings heape Then they ingratefull held them meane and cheape Their plenty made them too too much secure They their Creators yoke would not endure They gracelesse fell from goodnesse from grace And kick'd and spurn'd at Heau'ns most glorious face The Prophets and the Seers that were sent To warne them to amendment repent They ston'd they kill'd they scorn'd they heat they bound Their goodnesse to requite their spight did wound The Prophets came with loue and purchas'd hate They offred peace and were return'd debate They came to saue and were vniustly spill'd They brought them life and were vnkindly kill'd No better entertainment they afford Vnto the Legates of their louing Lord. Thus were the Lab'rers in GODS Vineyard vsde Thus was their loue their care their paines abusde Their toyles and trauailes had no more regard Bonds death and tortures was their best reward At last th' Almighty from his glorious seat Perceiu'd his seruants they so ill intreat No more would send a Prophet or a Seer But his owne Sonne which he esteem'd most deare He left his high Tribunall and downe came And for all Glory enterchang'd all shame All mortall miseries he vnderwent To cause his loued-louelesse Iewes repent By Signes by Wonders and by Miracles By Preaching Parables and Oracles He wrought sought their faithlesse faith to cure But euer they obdurate did endure Our blest Redeemer came vnto his owne And 'mongst them neither was receiu'd or knowne He whom of all they should haue welcom'd best They scorn'd and hated more then all the rest The GOD of principalities and pow'rs A Sea of endlesse boundlesse mercy showres Vpon the heads of these vnthankefull men Who pay loue hate and good with ill agen Their murdrous-minded-malice neuer lest Till they the Lord of life of life bereft No tongue or pen can speake or write the story Of the surpassing high immortall glory Which he in pitty and in loue forsooke When he on him our fraile weake nature tooke To saue Mans soule his most esteemed â—era And bring it to the new Ierusalem From Greatest great to least of least he fell For his belouee chosen Israel But they more mad then madnesse in behauiour Laid cursed hands vpon our blessed Sauiour They kill'd th'ternall Sonne and Heirs of Heau'n By whom and from whom all our liues are giu'n For which the great Almighty did refuse Disperse and quite forsake the saithlesse Iewes And in his Iustice great omnipotence He left them to a reprobated sence Thus sundry times these people fell and rose From weale to want from height of ioyes to woâ—â—â— As they their gracious GOD forsooke or tooke His mercy either tooke them or forsooke The swart Egyptians and the Isralites And raging Rezin King of Aramnes Then the Assyrians twice and then againe Th' Egyptians ouer-run them all amaine Then the Caldeans and once more there came Egyptian Ptolomy who them o'recame Then Pompey next King Herod last of all Vespasian was their vniuersall fall As in Assyria Monarchy began They lost it to the
the seditious kill'd That with the stench of bodies putrifide A number numberles of people dyde And buriall to the dead they yeelded not But where they fell they let them stinke and rot That plague and sword and famine all three stroue Which should most bodies froÌ„ their soules remoue Vnsensible of one anothers woes The Soldiers then the liueles corpses throwes By hundreds and by thousands o're the walls Which when the Romans saw their dismall falls They told to Titus which when he perceiu'd He wept and vp t'ward heau'n his hands he heau'd And called on GOD to witnes 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 â—oth reliefe and pity If the seditious any catch that fled Without remorse they straitway strook him dead Another misery I must vnfold A many Iewes had swallow'd store of gold Which they supposd should help them in their need But from this treasure did their â—aâ—e proceed For being by their en'mies fed and cherisht The gold was cause that many of them perisht Amongst them all one poore vnhappy creature Went priuatly to doe the need of Nature And in his Ordure for the Gold did looke Where being by the straggling soldiers tooke They ript him vp and searcht his maw to finde What Gold or Treasure there remain'd behind In this sort whilst the soldiers gap'd for gaine Was many a man and woman ript and slaine In some they found gold and in many none For had they gold or not gold all was one They were vnboweld by the barb'rous foe And search'd if they had any gold or no. But now my Story briefly to conclude Vespasians forces had the walls subdude And his triumphant Banner was displaide Amidst the streets which made the Iewes dismaid Who desp'rate to the Temple did retire Which with vngodly hands they set on fire Whilst Noble Titus with exceeding care Entreated them they would their Temple spare Oh saue that house quoth he ô quench oh slake And I will spare you for that Houses sake Oh let not after-times report a Storie That you haue burnt the worlds vnmatched glory For your owne sakes your children and your wiues If you doe looke for pardon for your liues If you expect grace from Vespasians hand Then saue your Temple Titus doth command The Iewes with hearts hard offred mercy heard But neither mercy or themselues regard They burnd and in their madnes did confound King Salomons great Temple to the ground That Temple which did thirty millions cost Was in a moment all consum'd and lost The blest Sanctum Sanctorum holiest place Blest oft with high Iehouahs sacred Grace Where at one offring as the Text sayes plaine Were two and twenty thousand Oxen slaine One hundred twenty thousand Sheepe beside At the same time for an oblation dide That house of God which raignes aboue the thunder Whose glorious fame made all the world to woÌ„der Was burnt and ransackt spight of humane aide And leuell with the lowly ground was laid Which when Vespasian and young Titus saw They cride kill kill vse speed and marshall Lavv The Roman soldiers then inspirde with rage Spard none slew all respect no sex or age The streets were drowned in a purple flood And slaughterd carcasses did swim in blood They slew whilst there were any left to slay The ablest men for slaues they bare away Iohn Simon and Eleazer wicked fiends As they deseru'd were brought to violent ends And from the time the Romanes did begin The siege vntill they did the Citty win Sedition sword fire famine all depriues Eleuen hundred thousand of their liues Besides one hundred thousand at the least Were tane and sold as each had beene a beast And from the time it was at first erected Till by the Remanes it was last deiected It stood as it in histories appeares Twenty one hundred seuenty and nine yeeres But yet ere God his vengeance downe did throw What strange prodigious wonders did he show As warnings how they should destruction shun And cause them to repent for deeds misdon First the Firmament Th' offended Lord Shewd them a Comet like a fiery sword The Temple and the Altar diuers nights Were all enuiron'd with bright burning lights And in the middest of the Temple there Vnnat'rally a Cow a Lambe did beare The Temples brazen gate no bolts restraine But of it selfe it open flew amaine Arm'd Men and Chariots in the Ayre assembled The pondrous Earth affrighted quak'd trembled A voyce cride in the Temple to this sence Let vs depart let vs depart from hence These supernat'rall accidents in summe Foretold some fearefull iudgement was to come But yet the Iewes accounted them as toyes Or scarcrow buggâ—beares to fright wanton â—oyes Secure they reuell'd in Ierusalem They thought these signes against their foes not them But yet when â—â—â—â— and death had all perform'd When ruine spoyle furious flames had storm'd Who then the desolated place had seene Would not haue knowne there had a Citty beene Thus Iuda and Ierusalem all fell Thus was fulfill'd what Christ did once foretell Sad deseletion all their ioyes bereft And one stone on another was not left FINIS TO THE RIGHT HONOVRABLE AND TRVELY VER I VOVS LADY and Noble Patronesse of good endeauours MARY Countesse of BVCKINGHAM Right Honourable Madame AS the Graces the Vertues the Senses and the Muses are emblem'd or alluded to your Noble sex and as all these haue ample residence in your worthy disposition To whom then but to your selfe being a Lady in goodnesse compleat 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 Taylor haue not apparell'd her in such garments of elocution and ornated stile as befits the glory and eminency of the least part of her Excellency yet I beseech your Honor to accepther for your owne worth and her Sonnes worthinesse which Son of hers by his owne merits and the powerfull mercy of his Father I heartily implore to giue your Honour a participation of his gracious Mothers eternall felicity Your Honours in all humble seruice to be commanded IOHN TAYLOR The Argument and cause of this Poem BEing lately in Antwerpe it was my fortune to ouerlooke an old printed booke in prose which I haue turned into verse of the life death and buriall of our blessed Lady wherein I read many things worthy of obseruation and many things friuolous and impertinent out of which I haue like a Bee suckt the sacred honey of the best authorities of Scriptures and Fathers which I best credited and I haue left the poyson of Antichristianisme to those where I found it whose stomackes can better digest it I haue put it to the Presse presuming it shall be accepted of Pious Protestants and charitable Catholikes as for luke-warme Nutarlists that are neither hot nor cold they doe offend my appetite and
therefore vp with them The Schismaticall Separaust I haue many times discourst with him and though hee be but a Botcher or a Button-maker and at the most a lumpe of opinionated ignorance yet he will seeme to wring the Scriptures to his opinions and presume to know more of the mysteries of Religion then any of our reuerend learned Bishops and Doctors I know this worke will be vnrelished in the pestiferous pallats of the dogmaticall Amsterdammarists but I doe must and will acknowledge a most reuerend honour and regard vnto the sacred memory of this blessed Virgin Lady Mother of our Lord and Redeemer IESVS and in my thoughts she shall euer haue superlatiue respect aboue all Angels Principalities Patriarkes Prophets Apostles Euangelists or Saints whatsoeuer vnder the blessed Trinity yet mistake me not as there is a difference betwixt the immortali Creator and a mortall creature so whilst I haue warrant sufficient from God himselfe to inuocate his name onely I will not giue Man Saint or Angell any honour that may bee derogatory to his Eternall Maiestie As amongst women she was blest aboue all being aboue all full of Grace so amongst Saints I beleeue she is supreme in Glory and it is an infallible truth that as the Romanists doe 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 worâ—e to remember her with impure thoughts or vnbeseeming speech for the excellency of so Diuine a Creature I confesse my selfe the meanest of men and most vnworthy of all to write of her that was the best of Women but my hope is that Charity will couer my faults and accept of my good meaning especially hauing endeuoured and striuen to doe my best So wishing all hearts to giue this holy Virgin such honour as may be pleasing to God which is that all should patterne their liues to her liues example in lowlinesse and humility and then they shall be exalted where she is in Glory with eternity IOHN TAYLOR THE LIFE AND DEATH OF THE MOST BLESSED AMONGST ALL VVOMEN THE VIRGIN MARY The Mother of our Lord IESVS CHRIST BEfore the fire ayre water earth were fram'd Sunne Moone or any thing vnnam'd or naun'd God was who ne'r shal end nor ne'r began To whom all ages and all time 's a span By whose appointment each thing fades or growes And whose eternall knowledge all things knowes When Adams sinne pluck'd downe supernall lre And Iustice iudg'd him to infernall fire The Mercy did the execution stay And the great price of mans 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 Sauiours birth That purchas'd Man a Heauen for losse of earth Our blest Redeemers Mother that blest Shee Before the World by God ordain'd to be A chosen vessell fittest of all other To be the Sonne of Gods most gracious Mother She is the Theame that doth my Muse inuite Vnworthy of such worthinesse to write I will no prayers nor inuocations frame For intercession to this heau'nly Dame Nor to her name one fruitlesse word shall runne To be my Mediatresse to her Sonne But to th' eternall Trinity alone I le sing He sigh He inuocate and mone I prize no creatures glory at that rate The great Creators praise t'extenuate But to th' Almighty ancunt of all dayes Be all dominion honour laud and praise I write the blest conception birth and life Of this beloued Mother Virgin Wife The ioyes the griefes the death and buriall place Of her most glorious gracious full of grace Her Father IOACHIM a vertuous man Had long liu'd childlesse with his wife S. ANNE And both of them did zealously intend If God did euer Sonne or Daughter send That they to him would dedicate it solely To be his seruant and to liue most holy God heard and granted freely their request And gaue them MARY of that sex the best At three yeeres age she to the Temple went And there eleu'n yeeres in deuotion spent At th' end of fourteene yeeres it came to passe This Virgin vnto IOSEPH spoused was Then after foure months time was past and gone Th' Almighty sent from his tribunall throne His great Ambassador which did vnfold The great'st ambassage euer yet was told Haile MARY full of heau'nly grace quoth he The high omnipotent Lord is with thee Blest amongst women oâ— Gods gracious doome And blessed be the fruâ—â— of thy blest wombe The Angels presence and the words he said This sacred vndefiled Maid dismaid Amazed musing what this message meant And wherefore God this messenger had sent Feare not said GAERIEL MARY most renown'd Thou with thy gracious God hast sauour foâ—â—â—â— For lo thou shalt conceiue and beare a Sunne By whom redemption and saluation's wonne And thou bis sauing Name shalt IESVS call Because hee'lâ— come to saue his people all She humbly mildly heau'ns high Nuncius heares But yet to be resolu'd of doubts and feares How can these things quoth she accomplisht be When no man hath knowledge had with me The Holy Ghost the Angell then replide Shall come vpon 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 truely called be the Sonne of God Be whom Sinne Death and Hell shall downe be trod Then MARY to these speeches did accord And said Behold the hand-Maid of the Lord Be it to me ' according to ' thy well I am thine owne obedient seruant still This being said she turn'd her Angel tongne My soule doth magnist the Lord the song My spirit and all my faculties and doyce In God my Sauiour solely doth reioyce For though mans sinnes prouoke his grieuous wrath His humble hand-maid he remembred 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 bo'y is his name his mercies hide On them that feare him to prouoke his rage Throughout the spacious world from age to age With his strong arme he hath shew'd strength and batterd The proud and their imaginations scatterd He hath put downe the mighty from their seat The mecke and humble he exalted great To fill the hungry he is prouident When as the rich away are empty sent His mercies promis'd Abr'am and his seed He hath remembred and holpe Israels need This Song she sung with heart and holy spright To land her Makers mercy and his might And the like Song sung with so sweet a straine Was neuer nor shall e'r be sung againe When MARY by the Angels speech perceiu'd How old ELIZABETH a child conceiu'd To see her straight her pious minde was bent And to Ierusalem in three dayes she went And as the Virgin come from Nazareth Talk't with her kinfwoman ELIZABETH IOHN Baptist then vnnam'd an vnborne boy
retired themselues from the City into the Country Whence I noted the peoples Charity and great amendment â—or they had giuen ouer one of the seuen deadly sinnes which was Couetoâ—â—nesse and in many places were so farre out of loue of a Citizens money that they abhor'd and hated either to â—ouch or receiue it entertaining them with bitter worme-wood welcome which hearbe was â—n more request amongst many of them then any of the heauenly Graces or Cardinall Vertues â—et the hearbe of Grace was in much estimation although the name of it was a document that they had occasion to Rue the Time I further perceiued that they were so farre from beleeuing or â—rediting any man that they would or durst not trust their owne noses but were doubtfull that â—hat sence would conspire with the Plague to murther them wherefore like cunning Mariâ—ers or mole-catchers they would craftily in their streetes and high-wayes fetch the wind of â—ny man although they were ouer shooes boots sometimes tumbled into a ditch for their â—abours This was the time when a man with a night-cap at noone would haue frighted a whole Parish out of their wits when to call for Aquae-vitae though it had bin but to make a drench for â— sicke horse was enough to haue his house shut vp When Lord haue mercy vpon vs made many of them tremble more then God Refuse Renounce Confound or Damne When a man trauailing â—n the habit of a Citizen was a meere Bulbegger when for a man to say that hee came from Hell would yeed him better well-come without money then one would giue to his owne father and mother that came from London In this time of mans great miseâ—y and small mercy I tooke my pen in hand and wrote this ensuing discourse I haue as neere as I could suited it sadly according to the nature of the subiect And truly because that the bare and naked truth was so cleare and ample that I need not to stuffe it out with friuolous fables or fantasticall fictions with my soule I thankefully acknowledge Gods great mercy extended towards mee one of the most wretched and wicked in that so many thousands of better life and conuersation haue fallen on my right hand and on my left and round about me yet hath his gracious protection beene my guard for the which in my gratitude to my God and to auoyd the sinne of idlenesse I haue written what those that can may reade THE FEAREFVLL SVMMER OR LONDONS CALAMITIE THe Patience and long suffering of our God Keepes close his Quiuer and restraines his Rod And though our crying Crimes to Heau'n doe cry For vengeance on accurst Mortality Yea though we merit mischiefes manifold Blest Mercy doth the hand of Iustice hold But when that Eye that sees all things most cleare Expects our finits of Faith from yeere to yeere Allowes vs painefull Pastors who bestow Great care and toyle to make vs fruitfull grow And daily doth in those weake Vessels send The dew of Heauen in hope we will amend Yet at the last he doth perceiue and see That we vnfruitfull and most barren be Which makes his indignation frowne And as accursed Fig-trees cut vs downe Thus Mercy mock'd plucks iustice on our heads And griâ—uous Plagues our Kingdome ouerspreads Then let vs to our God make quicke returning With true contrition fasting and with mourning The Word is God and God hath spoke the Word If we repent he will put vp his sword Hee 's grieu'd in panishing Hee 's slow to Ire And HE a sinners death doth not desire If our Compunction our Amendment show Our purple sinues Hee 'll make as white as snow If we lament our God is mercifull Our scarlet crimes hee 'll make as white as wooll Faire London that did late abound in blisse And wast our Kingdomes great Metropolis 'T is thou thar art deieâ—â—â—ed low in state Discâ—â—â—late and almost desolate The hand of Heau'n that onely did protect thee Thou hast prouok'd moil iustly to correct thee And for thy pride of Heart and deeds vniust He layes thy Pompe and Glory in the dust Thou that wast late the Queene of Cities nam'd Throughout the world admir'd renown'd fam'e Thou that hadst all things at command and will To whom all England was a hand-maide still For rayment fewell fish fowle beasts for food For fruits for all our Kingdome counted good Both neere and farre remote all did agree To bring their best of blessings vnto thee Thus in conceite thou seem'dst to rule the Fates Whilst peace and plenty flourish'd in thy Gates Could I relieue thy miseries as well As part I can thy woes and sorrowes tell Then should my Cares be eas'd with thy Reliefe And all my study how to end thy griefe Thou that wer't late rich both in friends wealth Magnificent in state and strong in health As chiefest Mistris of our Country priz'd Now chiefly in the Country art despis'd The name of London now both farre and neere Strikes all the Townes and Villages with scare And to be thought a Londoner is worse Then one that breakes a house or takes a purse He that will filch or steale now is the Time No Iustice dares examine him his crime Let him but say that he from London came So full of Feare and Terrour is that name The Constable his charge will soone forsake And no man dares his Mâ—â—nus to make Thus Citizens plag'd for the Citie sinnes Poore entertainement in the Country winnes Some feare the City and fly thence amaine And those are of the Country fear'd againe Who 'gainst theÌ„ bar their windows their doores More then they would 'gainst Tuâ—ks or Iewes or Moores â—hinke if very Spaniards had come there â—heir well-come had bin better and their cheare Whilst Hay-cock lodging with hard slender fare Welcome like dogs vnto a Church they are â—are makes them with the Anaâ—aptists ioyne For if an Hostesse doe receiue their coyne She in a dish of water or a paile Will now baptize it lest it something aile Thus many a Citizen well flor'd with gold Is giad to lye vpon his mother â—old His bed the map of his mortailty His curtaines clouds aud Heau'n his Canopy The russet Plow-swaine and the Leathren Hinde Through feare is growne vnmannerly vnkinde And in his house to harbour hee 'll prefer An Infidell before a Londoner And thus much friendship Londoners did win The Deuill himselfe had better welcome bin Those that with trauell were tir'd famâ— and dry For want of drinke might slaâ—e choke and dye For why the hob-nau'd Boores inhumane Blocks Vncharitable Hounds hearts hard as Rocks Did sufter people in the field to sinke Rather then giue or sell a draught of drinke Milke-maides Farmers wiues are growne so nice They thinke a Citizen a Cockatrice And Country Dames are wax'd so coy and briske They shun him as they 'll shun a Basiliske For euery one the sight of him would siye All scaring he would kill
them with his eye Ah wofull London I thy griefe bewayle And if my sighes and prayers may but preuaile â—â—mbly beg of God that hee 'le be pleas'd â—â— Iesus Christ his wrath may be appear'd With-holding his dread Iudgements from aboue And once more graspe thee in his armes of loue In mcrcy all our wickednes remit â—â—r who can giue thee thankes within the piâ— Strange was the change in lesse then 3-months space â—ioy in woe in grace and in disgrace â—healthfull Aprill a diseased Iune â—nd dangerous Iuly brings all out of tune â—hat City whose rare obiects pleas'd the eyes With much content and more varieties â—â—â— that was late delightfulâ— to the eares With melody Harmonious like the Spheares She that had all things that might please the scent And all she felt did giue her touch content Her Cinque Port scences richly fed and cloyd With blessins bountifull which she enioy'd Now 3-monthes change hath fill'd it full of feare As if no Solace euer had beene there What doe the Eyes see there but grieued sights Of sicke oppressed and distressed wights Houses shut vp some dying and some dead Some all amazed flying and some fled Streets thinly man d with wretches euery day Which haue no power to flee or meanes to stay In some whole streete perhaps a Shop or twayne Stands open for small takings and lesse gaine And euery closed window dore and stall Makes each day seeme a solemnt Festiuall Dead Coâ—â—es carried and recarried still Whilst â—â—ty Corpâ—es scarce one graue doth fill With LORD HAVE MERCIE VPON VS on the dore Which though the words be good doth grieue men sore And o're the doore-posts fix'd a crosse â—â—ed Betol-â—ning that there Death some blood hath shed Some with Gods markes or Tâ—kens doe espte These Marks or Takens shew them they must die Some with their Carbuncles and sores new burst Are fed with hope they haue escap'd the worst Thus passeth all the weeke till Thuedayes Bill Shewâ—vs what thousands death that weeke did kil That fatal Rel doth like a razor cut The dead tl â—â—uing in a maze doth put And he that hath a Christian heart I know Is grieud and wounded with the deadly blow These are the obieâ—s of the Eye now heare And marke the mournefull musicke of the Eare There doe the brazen Iron tongu'd loud bells Deaths clamorous musicke ring continuall knells Some losty in their notes some sadly towling Whilst fatali dogs made a most dismall how ling a Thus it was in Iune Iuly August and September Some frantickâ— raâ—ing some with anguish crying Some singing praying groaning and some dying The healthfull grieuing and the sickly groaning All in mournefull diapâ—ten mâ—aning Here Parents for their Childrens loâ—â—e lament There Childrens griefe for Parents life that 's spent Husbands deplore their louing Wines decease Wines for their Husbands weepe remedilesse The Brother for his Brother friend for friend Doe each for other mutuall sorrowes spend Here Sister mournes for Sister Kin for Kin As one grife ends another doth begin There one lies languishing with slender fare Small comfort lesse attendance and least care With none but Death and he to tugge together Vntill his corps and soule part each from either In one house one or two or three doth fall And in another Death playes sweepe-stake all Thus vniuersall sorrowfull complaining Is all the musicke now in London raigning Thus is her comfort sad Calamitie And all her Melodie is Maladie These are the obiects of the eyes and eares Most wofull sights and sounds of griefes and feares The curious rast 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 priz'd she held despis'd before The drugs the drenches and vntoothsome drinks Feare giues a sweetnes to all seuerall stinks And for supposed Anudotes each Palate Of most contagious weedes will make a Sallate And any of the simplest Mountebankes May cheat them as they will of Coine thankes With scraped pouder of a shooing-home Which they 'le beleeue is of an Vmcorne Angelicacs distastfull roote is gnaw'd And hearbe of Grace most Ruefully is chaw'd Garlick offendeth neither tast nor smell Feare and opinon makes it rellish well Whilst Beazer stone and mighty Mitbridate To all degrees are great in estimate And Triacles power is wonderously exprest And Dragon Water in most high request These 'gainst the Plague are good preseruatiue But the best cordiall is t' amend our liues Sinne 's the maine cause and we must first begin To cease our griefes by ceasing of our sinne I doe beleeue that God hath giuen in store Good medcines to cure or case each fore But first remoue the cause of the disease And then no doubt but the effect will cease Our sinn's the Cause remoue our sinnes from hence And God will soone remoue the Pestileace Then euery medicine to our consolation Shall haue 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 shew their skills As if they were such Masters of defente That they date combat with the Pestilence Meete with the plague in any deadly fray And bragge to beare the victory away But if then patients pariently beleeue them They 'le cure them without faile of what they giue them What though ten thousands by their dreÌ„ches perish They made them parposely themselues to cherish Their Art is a meere Artlesse kind of lying To picke their liuing out of others dying This sharpe inucctiue no way seemes to touch The learn'd Physician whom I honour much The Paracelsians and the Galennists The Philosophicall graue Herbahsts These I admire and reuerence for in those God doth dame Natures secrets fast inclose Which they distribute as occasion serue Health to reserue and health decai'd conserue 'T is 'gainst such Rat-catchers I bend my pen Which doe mechanically murther men Whose promises of cure like lying knaues Doth begger men or send them to their graues a Feeling Now London for the sence of feeling next Thou in thy feeling chiefely art perplext Thy heart feeles sorrow and thy body anguish Thou in thy feeling feel'st thy force to languish Thou feelst much woe and much calamity And many millions feele thy misery Thou feel st the fearefull Plague the Flix and Feur Which many a soule doth from the body suter And I beteech God for our Sauiours merit To let thee feele the Comfort of his Spirit Last for the solace of the b Smeling smell or â—â—â—â— Some in contagious roomes are closely penâ— Whereas corrupted Aire they take and giue Till time ends or lends liberty to liue One with a piece of tasseld well tarr'd Rope Doth with that nose-gay keepe himselfe in hope Another deth a wispe of worme-wood pull And with great Iudgement crams his nostrils full A third takes off his socks from 's sweating
selfe-loue all our crimes excusing â—â—â— Consciences true euidence accusing â—â—â— fights and teares the Messengers we send â—â— God that all our sorrowes may haue end â—d then through faith and hope we doe beleeue Againe a pardon better than repreeue â—â—â— lastly death doth free the soule from thrall â—â—â— makes a laile delinery vnto all â—â—â— is our flesh the wals our bones the grates â—â—â— eyes the windowes and our mouthes the gates â—â—â— Nose the Chimney Kitchen is the brest â—â—â— a â—r Sâ—â—cke tongue the taster of the worst and best â—â—â— hands the Caruers teeth the Cookes to mince â—â—â— diet of a Pea sane or a Prince â—â—â— hunger is best sawce as I doe thinke â—â— beliâ—es cellers where we lay our drinke â—â—â— in these corps of ours deciphered thus â—â—â— are prisoners vnto all of vs. â—â—â—race guides vs sowe by grace guide them â—â—â— way vnto the new Ierusalem â—â—â—ne rugged winter with frosts stormes and gusts â—â—â—â—â— prisoners yeerely in the b The earth a Prison earth it thrusts â—â—â— roots flowers fruits worms til sun raine â—â—â—h Summers heat doth baile them forth againe â—â—â—of all men aliue I find c A strait suit is aâ—â— Prison a Tailor â—â—â— appeared artificiall Iailor â—â—â— doe commit themselues vnto his charge â—â—â—may but will by no meanes goe at large â—â—â— stene many in the Taylors Iaies â—â—â— labour'd till they sweat with tooth and nailes â—â—â— whilst a man might ride fiue miles at least â—â—â—their clothes together on the brest â—â—â—being then in prison button'd vp â—â—ose that scarcely they could bite or sup I have heard their pride how loud it lide â—â—esting that their clothes were made too wide a â—â—â— men loue bondage more then liberty â—â—â— 't is a gailant kinde of foolery â—â—â— thus amongst themselues they haue a Law â—â—â—ke and dawbe the backe and pinch the Maw â—â—â— thankes their soules should be in mighty trouble â—â—â— they are imprison'd double â—â—orps and Clothes and which is true and plaine â—â—â— seeme to take great pleasure in their paine â—â—â— hoomaker's a kind of Iailor too â—â—â— very strange exploits he dares to doe â—â—â— many times he hath the power and might â—â—â— into his Stoâ—ks a Lord or Knight d A Shoomakers Prison The Madam and the Maid he cares not whether He laies them all fast by the heeles in lether Plaine f Truth and honesly prisoners Honesty and Truth both Prisoners are Although they seldome come vnto the barre Yet are they kept so closely day and night That in an age they scarsely come in sight And but for many of our Countries pillers True Tailers Weauers and cleane finger'd Millers Good Sericants and kind Brokers did releeue them g A hard case I know not who would any comfort giue them No doubt but many a Lasse that faine would wed Is her owne h A maindenhead often times is a Prisoner Iailor to her maindenhead With much vnwillingnesse she keepes it close And with her heart she 'l gladly let it lose But looke to 't wenches if you giue it scope 'T is gone past all recouery past all hope Much like old Time which ceaselesse doth run on But neuer doth returne once being gone The i The Gowt a prisoner of State Gowt's a sawcy Prisoner and will haue His keepers to maintaine him fine and braue His Iailors shall no needy beggers be But men of honour and of high degree And ouer them he beares such great command That many times they can nor gor nor stand And if he would breake Iaile and flie 't is thought He by his keepers neuer should be sought And k Money a close Prisoner money is close Prisoner I thinke sure Where no man can its liberty procure The Diuels Stewards and his Bailifes vow That monies freedome they will not allow Vnlesse vnto a Miser or a Whore But by all meane faâ—â— hold it from the poore I wish l Amen Coine were as painfull as the Gout To those that hoard it and I make no doubt But miserable Iailers would agree To ope their Prisons and let money flee And were it not a lamentable thing That some great Emperour or some mighty King Should be imprison'd by a vastall slaue And lodg'd aliue as t were within his Graue Such is the case of Siluer and of Gold The chiefest of all mettals fast in hold And darknesse lies held in the Misers stocks m Gold and Siluer kept in bondage by Iron In steele and ironbars and bolts and locks Though gold and siluer royall mettals be Yet are they flanes to yron at we see But leauing Gold and Gowt I le turne my pen To what I haue digrest from Iayles and men Let man examine well himselfe and he Shall find himselfe his n Most men are their owne enemies greatest enemie And that his losse of liberty and pelfe He can accuse non for it but himselfe How passions actions and affections cluster And how to ruinate his state they muster His frailty armes his members and his senses To vndertake most dangerous pretences The backe oft tempts him vnto borrowed brauery And all his body suffers for 't in slauery His Belly tempts him to superfluous fare For which his cops lyes in a Iaylors snare His Eyes from beauty to his heart drawes lust For which he 's often into prison thrust His Eares giue credit to a knaue or theese And 's body suffers for his eares beleefe His Tongue much like a Hackney goes all panes In City Country Court and Campe all places It gallops and false gallops trots and ambles One pace or other still it runnes and rambles Of Kings and Princes states it often prattles Of Church and Common-wealth it idly cattles Of passing of it's word and â—uetiships For which at last the Ioyle the carkassenips Mans Hands haue very oft against him warr'd And made him of his liberty debarr'd A stab a blow a dashing of a pen Hath clap'd him closely in the Iaylors deâ— The Feet which on the ground men daily tread The way to their captiuity doe lead Now for the inward faculties I find Some lye in Prison for their haughty mind Some for their folly sone because too wise Are mew'd vp in the Iaylors on bodies Some for much gaming or for recreation Doe make a Iayle their homely habitation And thus it plainly may be proued well Mans greatest foes with in himselfe doe dwell And now two contraries I will compare To shew how like and how vnlike they are A Iayle our birth and death and getting free These foure doe all agree and disagree For all degrees our birth and life we know Is naturall * Wee are all borne in one forme and come into the world of one fashion but wee dye and leaue the world infinite wayes one way for high and low But death hath many thousand wayes and scares To take our liues away all vo 〈…〉 es And therefore of our liues
He like a partiall Iaylor oft doth deale Permits his goodnesse neuer to appeare And lets his badnesse ramble any where So Rorers Rascals Banquerouts politicke With money or with friends will finde a tricke Their Iaylor to corrupt and at their will They walke abroad and take their pleasure still Whilst naked vertue beggerly despis'd Beleguerd round with miseries surpris'd Of hope of any liberty defeated For passing of his word is meerely cheated And dungeond vp may tell the wals his mones And make relation to the senselesse stones Where sighs and grones teares may be his feast Whil'st man to man is worse than beast to beast Till death he there must take his fad abode Whil'st craft and coozenage walke at will abroad Thus these comparisons doe well agree Man to a Iayle may fitly likened bee The thought whereof may make him wish with speed To haue his prisoned soule releast and freed Thus Iayles and meditations of a Iayle May serue a Christian for his great auaile But now my Muse thus long in bondage pent Begins to thinke of her infranchizement And hauing of a Prison spoke her part She mounts vnto the Hangman and his Art THE NECESSITIE OF HANGING OF Hangings there 's diuersity of fashions Almost as many as are sundry Nations For in the world all things so hanged are That any thing vnhang'd is strange and rare Earth hangs in the concauity of Water And Water hangs within the Ayeres matter The Ayre hangs in the Fierie continent Thus Element doth hang in Element Without foundation all the Massie Globe Hangs which the skies encompasse like a Robe For as an a Simile egge the yolke within the white The white within the skin 's enuellop'd quite The skin within the shell doth outmost lye Eu'n so these Elements hang midst the side First all the world where mortals liue we see Within the Orbe of Luna hanged be Aboue her Mercurie his course doth steere And next aboue him is bright Vâ—â—â—s Sphere And in the fourth and middle firmament Sol keepes his hot and fiery Regiment Next aboue that rans Mars that star of warre Beyond him Iupiter that Iouiall starre Then last is fullen Saturnes ample bounds Who once in thirty yeeres the world surrounds This earthly Globe for which men fight brawle Compar'd to Heauen is like an b All the world is in comparison for greatnesse to the eauens as a hand-worme of a Nit may be compared to the world Attom small Or as a Needles point compar'd to it So it to Heauen may be compared fit And it doth Hang and hath its residence I' th centre of the skies circumference Thus to proue Hanging naturall I proue c Wee liue in a hanging world We in a Hanging world doe liue and moue Man is a little world wherein we see The great worlds abstract or epitomie And if we note each linament and lim There are not many parts vnhang'd of him His haire which to his head and beard belongs Hangs if not turn'd vp with the Barbers tongs His armes his hands his legges and feet we know Doe all hang pendant downe wards as they grow Ther 's nothing of him that doth hanging skip Except his eares his nether teeth and lip And when he 's crost or sullen any way He mumps and lowres and hangs the lip they say That I a wise mans sayings must approue Man is a tree whose root doth grow aboue Within his braines whose sprigs branches rooâ— From head to foot grow downward to the ground Thus world to world and man to man dothcall And tels him Hanging is most naturall The word Dependant doth informe our reason That Hanging will be neuer out of season All that depends doth hang which doth expresse That d Rich men are poore mens Gallowses Great men are like Iybbets for the lesse It is an old phrase many yeeres past gone That such a Lord hath many hangers on Thereby describing that all mens Attendants As it were hangers on were call'd e All dependants are hangers on Dependance And sure of all men they are best indeed Who haue most hangers on to cloath and feed For he that hath the meanes and not the grace To helpe the needie is a Miser base Hee 's no good Steward but a hatefull Thiefe That keepes from good Dependants their reliefe And of all Theeues he hanging doth deserue Who e All dependants are hangers on hath the power to feed and lets men steâ— To end this point this consequence I 'll grant He that hath wealth no hangers on can want For since the time that mankinde first began It is a destinie ordain'd to man The meane vpon the mighty should depend And all vpon the Mightiest should attend Thus through all ages Countries and Dominions We each on other hang like ropes of Onions Some wealthy slaues whose consciences condem Will hang themselues left others hang on them And some spend all on Hangers on so fast That they are forc'd to steale and hang at last If they from these Extremes themselues could weâ—â— There is betwixt them both a Golden meane Which would direct their superfluities They would not hang themselues 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 cald a curse f That 's a Roague There 's many a * That 's an Asse Gallant made of foole and feather Of Gold and Veluet Silke and Spanish leather Whose lagged Hangers on haue mou'd my minde â—osce prids goe goe before and shame behinde With scarce a button or an elboe whole â—â—ch or any shooe that 's worth a sole These that like golden Iybbets and their traines â—â— like poore tatter'd Theeues hang'd vp in chains â—â—â— that doth suffer Whores or Theeues or Knaues â—â—â— flattering Villaines or such kinde of slaues To hang vpon him and knowes what they are That man into a Gallowse I compare That Vintner I account no friend of mine Who for good money drawes me scuruie wine â—â—â— by the rule of Conscience not of Law That he is fitter made to hang then draw The Lawyer that at length doth spin mens causes With false delays and dilatory clauses Who makes a trade to broach and draw contention For him a hanging were a good preuention â—â— hols Muse come backe you beare my Rime To hanging in good carnest ere the time There are a many sorts of hangings yet Behinde which I by no meanes must forget The hanging is a necessary thing Which is a pretty gamball cald a a A Swing or stretch for exercise andâ— Swing And men of good repute I oft haue seene To hang and stretch and totter for the spleene This hanging is a military course Not by the Law but strength of armes and force Thâ—s euery morning for a little spurt â—â—â—man may hang himselfe and doe no hurt This hanging oft like Tyburne hath a tricke
end thy bitter torments be Because that causelesse thou tormentedst me Oh you immortall high Imperious pow'rs Haue you in your resistlesse doomes decreed To blast with spight scorns my pleasant houres To starue my hopes and my despaire to feed Once more let me attaine those sunshine showres Whereby my withered ioyes againe may breed If gods no comfort to my cares apply My comfort is I know the way to dye 1 To Saturne With wits distracted here I make my will I doe bequeath to Saturne all my sadnesse When Melancholy first my heart did fill My sences turne from sobernesse to madnesse Since Saturne thou wast Authour of my ill To giue me griefe and take away my gladnesse Malignant Planet what thou gau'st to me I giue againe as good a gift to thee 2 To Ioue I doe surrender backe to thundring Ioue All state which erst my glory did adorne My frothy pomp and my ambitious loue To thee false Iupster I backe returne All Iouiall thoughts that first my heart did moue In thy Maiesticke braine was bred and borne Which by thy inspiration caus'd my wracke And therefore vnto thee I giue it backe 3 To Mars To Mars I giue my rough robustious rage My anger fury and my scarlet wrath Man-slaughtring murder is thy onely page Which to thy bloudy guidance I bequeath Thy seruants all from death should haue their â—â—â—â— For they are executioners for death Great Mars all fury wrath and rage of mine I freely offer to thy Goary shrine 4 To Sol. All-seeing Sol thy bright reflecting eye Did first with Poets Arte inspire my braines T is thou that me so much didst dignifie To wrap my soule with sweet Poetike straines And vnto thee againe before I dye I giue againe a Poets gainelesse gaines Though wit and arte are blessings most diuine Yet here their iems amongst a heard of swâ—â—â— 5 To Venus To thee false Goddesse loues adultrous Queene My most inconstant thoughts I doe surrender For thou alone alone hast euer beene True louers bane yet seemest loues defender And were thy Bastard blinde as fooles doe weeâ—â—â— So right he had not spilt my heart so tender Fond Vulcans pride thou turn'st my ioy to pâ—â—â—â— Which vnto thee I render backe againe 6 To Mercury To Mercury I giue my sharking shifts My two-fold false equiuocating tricks All cunning sleights and close deceiuing drifts Which to deceitfull wrong my humour pricks â—â—y Boâ—eaka's my Decoyes and Lifts â—â—birdlime henceforth to my fingers sticks My thoughts my words my actions that are bad To thee I giue for them from thee I had 7 To Luna â—â—dâ—ast and low'st of all these Planets seuen â—y wau'ring thoughts I giue to Lunac's guiding â—y senslesse braines of wit and sence bereauen â—y strdfast change and my most certaine sliding â—â— various alterations vnder heauen â—â— that is mine ore mouing or abyding My woes my ioyes my mourning and my mirth I giue to thee from whence they had their birth â—hus he against the higher powers contends â—â— threats and bans and beats his care crazd brest â—he birds harmonious musicke to him lends â—hich addes no rest vnto his restlesse rest â—â—â—â—â—'ry thing in louing sort attends â—â—â—aceable and sencelesse doe their best With helplesse helps do helpe to mone his mone And her he loues remaines vnkinde alone â—â— last he rose from out the place he lay â—â—â— frantickly ran woodly through the wood â—he scratching brambes in the wailesse way â—â—â—eate his stay but in a hare-braind mood â—e fled till weary he at last did stay â—o rest him where a ragged rocke there ood With reso'ution to despaire and dye Whil'st Eccho to his mone did thus reply Eccho â—ay humane mischiefes be compar'd with mine mine Thine babbling Eccho would thy tongue told true true â—â—â— that I alone must weepe and pine pine â—â—pine for her from whom my cares ensue sue â—â—â— I serue a marble-hearted faire ayre And ayre is all the fruit of fruitlesse loue loue â—ou's hope is past then welcom black despaire despair â—â—â— there despaire my causeles curse remoue moue â—â—â— whither shall I moue to ioy or paine paine â—â—â— paine be my reward for paine for aye aye â—ye must my torment seed her scornfull vain vaine â—o ease me griefe wil she say yea or nay nay â—ay then from loue and all his lawes I fly fly â—â—â— I search I seeke the way to die die Thus brabbling 'gainst all things he heares or sees â—â—â—patient at his froward fortunes wrongs â—o sensu'all obiect with his sence agrees â—ll pleasures his dispeasure more prolongs â—â— length he carues vpon the thick-bark'd trees These vnder written sad lamenting songs And as my weake inuention vnderstood His farewell thus was grau'd vpon the wood Sonnet LIke a decrepit wretch deform'd and lame My verse approaches to my dearest Dame Whose dire disdaine makes my laments her game Whose scornfull eies adde fuell to my flame But whether shee or I are most too blame I for attempting to exalt her fame With fruitlesse Sonnets which my wit did frame Or shee whose piercing lookes my heart o'r came Her feature can both men and monsters tame The gods and fiends adore and dread her name Whose matchlesse forme doth Citherea shame Whose cruell heart remaineth still the same And in a word I striue against the streame My state 's too low and hers is too supreme Then since so scornefull is her high dis daine Since all my loue is but bestow'd in vaine Curbe fancie then with true discretions Reine Let reason cure my tor-tormenting paine Suppose I should at last my suit at taine And then sit downe and count my losing gaine My haruest would be tares in stead of graine Then I le no longer vexe my vexed braine To seeke her loue who ioyes when I com plaine No longer I loues vassall will re maine I 'l be no more of Cupids witlesse traine Whose partiall blindenesse hath so many slaine Proud Dame whose brest my loue didst earst refrain Despight loues lawes I 'le be no more thy swaine Thus like a man whose wits were quite bereft him I found him mad with loue and so I left him Plutoes Proclamation concerning his Infernall pleasure for the Propagation of Tobacco TRue Newes strange my Muse intends to write From horrid concaues of eternall night Whereas a damned Parlament of Deuils Enacted lawes to fill the world with euils Blacke 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 beclog'd the world with crimes First spake an ancient Deuill yeleaped Pride Who said he wandred had both farre and wide Dispersing his Ambitious poisnous bane As farre as Luna doth both waxe or wane Next summond was a rake-hell surgownd curre Cal'd Auarice whose rotten haulking murre Was like to choake him ere he could declare How hee had soules possest with monies care That so they fill their Coffers to the brim Ali's one
of my Tearedrown'd eies Sad Partners of my hearts Calamities Tempestuous sighs like winds in prison pent Which wanting vent my grieued soule hath rent Deepe wounding grones companions of vnrest Throngs from the bottome of my care-craz'd brest You three continuall fellowes of my mones My brinish teares sad sighs and pondrous grones â—â— doe intreate you neuer to depart But be the true assistants of my heart In this great at sorrow that my trembling Quill Describes which doth our LaÌ„d with moarning fill Ah Death I could nought thy hunger satisfie But thou must glut thy selfe with Maiesty Could nothing thy insatiate thirst restraine But Royall blood of our Dread Soueraigne In this thy spight exceeds beyond all bounds And at one blow 3. kingdomes fildst with wounds When thou that fatall deadly stroake did'st strike Thaâ— Death thou playd'st the tyrant Catholike Our griefes are Vniuersall sall and the Summe Cast vp the blow doth wound all Christendome But wherefore Death doe I on thee exclaime Thou cam'st in the Eternall Kings great name For as no mortall pow'r can thee preuent So thou doest neuer come but thou art sent And now thou cam'st vpon vnwelcome wings To our best King from the blest King of Kings To summon him to change his earthly throne For an Immortall and a Heanenly one When men vnthankfull for a good receiu'd â—Tiâ— least that of that good they be bereau'd His gouernement both God and men did please Except such spirits as might complaine of Ease Repining Passions wearied with much Rest The want to be molesled might molest Such men thinke peace a torment and no trouble â—â— worse then trouble though it should come double â—â—â— speake of such as with our peace were cloyd Though wâ—â— I think might well haue bin imploy'd True Britaines wish iust warres to entertaine I meane no aide for Spinola or Spaine But time and troubles would not suffer it Nor Gods appointment would the same permit He is inserutable in all his waies And at his pleasure humbleth and will raise For patience is a vertue he regardeth And in the end with victory rewardeth â—â—t whither hath my mournefull Muse digrest From my beloued Soueraigne Lord decast Who was to vs and we to him eu'n thus Too bad for him and hee too good tor vs. For good men in their deaths 't is vnderstood They leaue the bad and goe vnto the good This was the cause why God did take from hence This most Religious Learned Gracious Prince This Paragon of Kings this matchlesse Mirror This Faith 's desending Antichristian terror This Royall all-beloued King of Hearts This Patterne and this Patron of good Arts This cabinet of mercy Temperance Prudence and Iustice that doth man aduance This Magazine of Pious Clemency This fountaine of true Liberaâ—tâ— This minde where vertue daily did increase This Peacefull Seruant to theâ— odo Peace This second great Apollo from whoâ—e Raies Poore Poetry did winne Immortall Baâ—es From whence the sacred Sâ—â—â— Trebâ— Trine Had life and motion Influence diuine These vertues did adorne his Diaâ—â—m And God in taking him hath taken them Of all which Blessings we must needs confesse We are depriu'd for our vnworthinesse A good man 's neuer mist till he be gone And then most vaine and fruitlesse is our mone But as Heau'ns fauours downe to vs descended So if our thankefulnesse had but ascended Had we made Conscience of our waies to sinne So soone of him we not depriu'd had bin Then let vs not lament his losse so much But for our owne vnworthinesse was such So from th'vnthankefull Iewes God in his wrath Tookâ— good Iosias by vnlook'd for death And for our sinnes our ignorance must know We haue procur'd and felt this curelesse blow And Christendome I feare in losing him Is much dismembred and hath lost â— limme As by the fruit the tree may be exprest His workes declar'd his learning manifest Whereby his wisdome wan this great renowne That second Salomon wore Britaines crowne His pen restrain'd the strong relieu'd the weake And graciously he could write doe and speake He had more force and vigor in his words TheÌ„ neigh'â—ring Princes could haue in their swords France Denmarke Poland Sweden Germany Spaine Saâ—oy Italy and Muscoâ—â—â— Bohemia and the fruitfull Palatine The Swisses Grisons and the â—eltoline As farre as euer Sol or Luna shin'd Beyond the Westerns or the Easterne Inde His counsell and his fauours were requir'd Approu'd belou'd applauded and admir'd When round about the Nations farre and neere With cruell bloody warres infested were When Mars with sword and fire in furious rage Spoyl'd consum'd not sparing lex or age Whilst mothers with great griese were childlesse made And Sonne 'gainst Sire oppos'd with trenchant blade When brother against brother kinne ' gainst kinne Through death and danger did destruction winne When murthers mercilesse and beastly Rapes These famine miseries in sundry Shapes While mischiefs thus great kingdomes ouerwhelm Our prudent Steeresman held great Britaines helme Conducting so this mighty Ship of state That Strangers enui'd and admir'd thereat When blessed Peace with terrour and affright Was in a mazed and distracted flight By bloody Warre and in continuall Chase Cours'd like a fearefull Hare from place to place Not daring any where to shew her head She happily into this kingdome fled Whom Royall Iames did freely entertaine And graciously did keepe her all his reigne Whilst other Lands that for her absence mourne With sighs and teares doe with her backe returne They finde in losing Her they lost a blesse A hundred Townes in France can witnesse this Where Warres compulsion or else composition Did force Obedience Bondage or Submission Fields lay vntild and fruitfull Land lay waste And this was scarcely yet full three yeeres past Where these vnciuill ciuill warres destroy'd Princes Lords Captaines men of Note imploy'd One hundred sixty seuen in number all And Common people did past number fall These wretches wearied with these home-bred Iars Loue Peace forbeing beaten sore with wars Nor doe I heere inueigh against just Armes But ' gainst vniust vunaturall Alarmes Iust warres are made to make vniust warres cease And in this sort warres are the meanes of Peace In all which turmoyles Britaine was at rest No thundring Cannons did our Peace molest No churlish Drum no Rapes no flattring wounds No Trumpets clangor to the Battell sounds But euery Subiect here enioy'd his owne And did securely reape what they had sowne Each man beneath his Fig-tree and his Vine In Peace with plenty did both suppe and dine O God how much thy goodnesse doth o'rflow Thou hast not dealt with other Nations so And all these blessings which from heauen did Spring Were by our Soueraignes wisdomes managing Gods Steward both in Office and in name And his account was euermore his aime The thought from out his minde did seldome slip That once he must giue vp his Steward-ship His anger written on weake water was His Patience and his Loue
bent Seuere in throats and milde in punishment His iustice would condemne and in a breath His mercy sau'd whom iustice doom'd to death His aduersaries he did ofe relieue And his reuenge was onely to forgiue He knew that well got honour nere shall die But make men liue vnto eternitie It as his greatest riches he esteem'd And Infamy he basest begg'ry deem'd He knew through worthy spirits may be croft Yet if they lose no honour nothing's lost And those that haue afraid of enuy bin True honour or good fame did neuer win If he an auaritioâ—s mind had bore Of wealth no subiect then had had such store So many yeeres Englands high Admirall Fees offices and prizes that did fall With gifts and fauors from the queene and State And other things amounting to a rate That had he beene a mixer close of hand No subiect had beene richer in this Land In deeds of pitty and ture charity Good house-keeping and hospitality Bounty and courteous affability He was the Brooch of true Nobility And for these vertues men shall scarcely find That he a fellow here hath left behind He knew that Auarice and Honour be Two contraries that neuer will agree And that the Spender shall haue true renowne When infamy the Mizers fame shall drowne He euery way most nobly was inclin'd And lou'd no wealth but riches of the mind His Pleasure was that those that did retaine To him and serue should by him thriue and gainâ— And he thought t' was enough for him to haue When as his seruants did both get and saue So amongst Nobles I think few are such That keepes so little giues away so much His latest VVill did make it plaine appeare The loue which to his seruants he did beare To great and small amongst them more or lesse His bounty did expresse his worthynesse To all degrees that seru'd him euery one His liberality excepted none And though base Enuy often at him strooke His fortitude was like a Rocke vnshooke He knew that Fortunes changing was not strange Times variation could not make him change The frothy pompe of Earths Prosperity Nor enuious clouds of sad aduersity Within his minde could no mutation strike His courage and his carriage were alike For when base Peasants shrinke at fortunes blowes Then magnimity most richly showes His grauity was in his life exprest His good example made it manifest His age did no way make his vertue liue But vertue to his age did honour giue So that the loue he wan t is vnderstood T was not for being old but being good Thus like a pollish'd Iewell ' mongst his Peers His vertue shin'd more brighter then his yeers For Wisdome euer this account doth make To loue age onely but for vertues sake Neere ninety yeeres an honoured life he led And honour 's his reward aliue and dead For who so nobly heer his life doth frame Shall for his wages haue perpetuall fame His meditations hee did oft apply How he might learne to liue to learne to dye And dy to liue and reigne in glorious state Which changing time can ne'r exterminate And therefore long his wisdome did forecast How he might best reforme offences past Order things present things to come foresee Thus would his latter yeeres still busied be He saw his Sand was neer runne out his Glasse And wisely pondred in what state he was His waning yeeres his body full of anguish Sense failing spirits drooping force to languish The ruin'd cottage of weake flesh and blood Could not long stand his wisdome vnderstood He saw his tyde of life gan ebbe so low Past all expectance it againe should flow He knew his pilgrimage would soone expire And that from whence he came he must retire Old age and weake infirmities contend Mans dissolution warnes him of his end He knew all these to be deaths messengers His Calends Pursiuants and Harbingers And with a Christian conscience still he mark'd He in his finall voyage was imbark'd Which made him skilfully his course to steere The whilst his iudgment was both sound cleare To that blest Hauen of eternall rest Where he for euer liues among the blest He did esteeme the world a barren field The nought but snares tares and cares did yeeld And therefore he did sow his hopes in heauen Where plentious encrease to him is giuen Thus was the period of his lifes expence The Noble Nottingham departed hence Who many yeeres did in his Countries right In peace and warre successefull speake and fight Our oldest Garter Knight and Counsellor And sometimes Britaines great Ambassador Now vnto you suruiuers you that be The Branches of this honourable Tree Though Verses to the dead no life can giue They may be comforters of those that liue We know that God to man hath life but lent And plac'd it in his bodies tenement And when for it againe the Landlord cals The Tenant must depart the Cottage fals God is most iust and he will haue it knowne That he in taking life takes but his owne Life is a debt which must to God be rendred And Natures retribution must be tendred Some pay in youth and some in age doe pay But t is a charge that all men must defray For t is the lot of all mortality When they being to liue begin to dye And as from sin to sin we wander in So death at last is wages for our sinne He neither hath respect to sex or yeares Or hath compassion of our sighes nor teares He 'll enter spight of bars or bolts or locks And like a bold intruder neuer knockes To Kings and Caitiâ—â—es rich poore great and small Death playes the tyrant and destroyes them all He calls all creatures to account most strict And no mans power his force can contradict We must perforce be pleas'd with what he leaues vs And not repine at ought which he berâ—anes vs. Hee 's lawlesse and â—s folly to demand Amends or restitution at his hand He doth deride the griefe of those that mourne And all our fraile afflictions laugh to scorne For hee condemnes and neuer heares the cause He takes away despight the power of Iawes Yet hee our vassall euer doth remaine From our first birth vnto our graue againe And God doth in his seruice him employ To be the bad mans terrour good mans toy Death is the narrow doore to life eternall Or else the broad gate vnto death internall But our Redeemer in his spotlesse offering Did lead the way for vs to heauen by suffering He was the death of death when he did die Then Death was swallow'd vp so victory And by his rising blessed soules 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 moues That griefe and sorrow should expresse your loues He was your secondary maker and Your authors earthly being and
his honest blocke should fit his head And through he be not skill'd in Magick Art Yet to a Coach he turn'd his Fathers Cart Foure Teames of Horses to foure Flanders Mares With which to London he in pomp repaires Woo's a she Gallant and to Wife he takes her Then buyes a kinghthood and a maddam makes her And yearly they vpon their backes are weare That which oft fed fiue hundred with good cheere Whil'st in the Country all good bounty 's spilt His house as if a Iugler it had built For all the Chimneyes where great fires were made The smoake at one hole onely is conuey'd No times obseru'd nor charitable Lawes The poore receiue their answer from the Dawes Who in their caying language call it plaine Mockbegger Manour for they came in vaine They that dewoure what Charitie should giue Are both at London there the Cormorants liue But so transform'd of late doe what you oan You 'l hardly know the woman from the man There Sir Tim Twirlepipe and his lady gay Doe pordigally spend the time away Being both exceeding proud and scornefull too And any thing but what is good they 'l do For Incubus and Succubus haue got A crew of fiends which the old world knew not That if our Grand-fathers and Grand-dams should Rise from the dead and these mad times behold Amazed they halfe madly would admire At our fantasticke gestures and attire And they would thinke that England in conclusion Were a meere bable Babell of confusion That Muldâ— sack for his most vnfashion'd fashions Is the fit patterne of their transformations And Mary Frith doth teach them modesty For she doth keepe one fashion constantly And therefore she deserues a Matronâ— praise In these inconstant Moone-like changing dayes A witlesse Asse to please his wiues desire Payes for the sewell for her pride 's hot fire And he and she will wast consume and spoyle To feed the stinking lamp of pride with oyle When with a sword he gat a knightly name With the same blow his Lady was strucke lame For if you marke 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 haue the power To swallow a Realme and last themselues deuoare And let their gaudy friends thinke what they will My Cormorant shall be their better still An Extortioner and a Broaker THE ARGVMENT Friends to but few and to their owne soules worst With Aspish poyson poysoning men at first Who laughing languish neuer thinke on death Vntill these Wolues with biting stop their breathyâ— The diued and they at no time can be sunder'd And all their trade is forty in the hundred ROome for two hounds well coupl'd 't is piâ—â—y To part them they do keep such raâ—ck â—'th citâ—â— Th' Extortioner is such a fiend that he Doth make the Vsuâ—er a Saint to be One for a hundreds vse doth take but ten Th' other for ten a hundred takes agen The one mongst Christians is well tollerated Tother's of heauen and earth aâ—â—ort'd and heated The one doth often helpe a man distrest The other addes oppression to th' opprest By paying vse a man may thriue and get But by extortion neuer none could yet Though vsury be bad 't is vnderstood Compared with extortion it seemses good One by retaile and th' other by the great Lagrâ—se the prosiâ—s of the whole worlds sweat That man is happy that hath meat and cloth And stands in need of neither of them both Extortioners are Monsters in ail Nations All their Conditions turne to obligations Waxe is their shot and writing pens their Guns Their powder is the Inke that from them runs And this dank powder hath blowne vp more men In one yeare then gun powder hath in ten Bils are their weapons parchments are their shields With w eh they win whole Lordships towns fields And for they know in heauen they ne're shall dwell They ingâ—ose the earth before they come to hell Yet all their liues here they with cares are vext Slaues in this world and Hell-hounds in the next And what they o're the diuels backe did win Their heyrres beneath his belly wast in sinne The Broaker is the better senting Hound He hunts and scouts till he his prey hath found The gallant which I mention'd late before Turning old Hospitality out of doore And hauing swallowed Tenants and their crops Comming to towne he crams Extortions chopsâ— Craft there may here againe be set to Schoole A Country Knaue oft prooues a City Foole. He that a Dogs part playes when he is there A Wolfe deuoures him when he comes vp here The silly swaine the racking Landlord worries But swaine and Landlord both extortion curries First thing is done the Broaker smels him forth Hants all his haunts enquires into his worth Senâ—s out his present wants and then applies Râ—nk payson to his wounds for remedies Instead of licking hee 's a biting whelpe And rancles most when he most seemes to helpe And he hunts dry foot neuer spends his throat Till he has caught his game and then his note Lult him asleepe fast in Extortions bands There leaues him takes his fee o' th goods and lands And as he is the Common-wealths deceiuer So for the most part hee 's the theeues receiuer Hangs vp the hangmans wardrop at his doore Which by the hang-man hath beene hang'd before A sâ—sh-wife with a pawne doth money secke Heâ— two pence takes for twelue pence eâ—â—â—â— weeke Which makes me aske my selfe a question And to my selfe I answer make againe Was Henâ—dâ—dâ—ch â—â—â—â—tch â—â—â— Before the Bâ—oskers in â—â—â— street 〈…〉 No sure it was not it hath got that name From them and â—â—â—â— that câ—me they thither came And well it now may called be Hâ—â—dsâ—itch For there are Hâ—nâ—ds will gâ—ue a vengeance â—wich These are the Gulphes that swallow all by lending Like my old shooes quite paâ—â— all hope of â—pending I 'de throw my Cormoranâ—â— deid into the pooles If they cramm'd sish so faâ—â— as these eate fooles A Basket-Iustice THE ARGVMENT The best of men when trâ—â—ly exercis'dâ— The actor may a Saint be conoâ—â—â—'d No Policy but practise Iustice â—raâ—es Those whom brâ—bes â—â— haâ—e â—â—â—â— names Of what they should be thus the Laâ—â—du When judgements just flow from the Iudges brest BEfore the noyse of these two Hounds did ceasa A Iustice comming by commanded peace Peace Curres q â— he and learne to take your prey And not a word so wise folkes goe your way This is youth that sued his p'acâ— to haue Bought his authority to play the knaue And as for coine he did his place obtaine So hee 'l sell iustie to mak 't vpagaine For the old prouerbe â—its his humor well That he that dearely buyes must dearely sell. The sword of Iustice draw he stoutly can To guard a knaue and grieue an honest man His clarke's the Beethat fils his
farre â—â— I can from the cleane sound and profitable Sheepe before mentioned for feare the bad should infect the good ANd now from solid Prose I will abstaine To pleasant Poetrie and mirth againe The Fable of the golden Fleece began Cause Sheepe did yeeld such store of gold to Man For he that hath great store of woolly Fleeces May when he please haue store of golden peeces Thus many a poore man dying hath left a Sonne That hath transform'd the Fleece to Gold like Iases And heere 's a my stery profound and deepe There 's sundry sorts of Mutton are no Sheepe Lac'd Mutton which let out themselues to hire Like Hackneys who'lbe fir'd before they tire The man or man which for such Mutton hungers Are by their Corporation Mutton mongers Which is a brother-hood so large and great That if they had a Hall I would intreat To be their Clarke or keeper of accounts To shew them vnto what their charge amounts My braines in numbring then would grow so quicke I should be Master of Arithmeticke All States degrees and Trades both bad and good Afford some members of this Brotherhood Great therefore needs must be their multitude When euery man may to the Trade intrude It is no freedome yet these men are free Not sauers but most liberall spenders be For this is one thing that doth them bewitch That by their trading they ware seldome 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 mark'd for any man or no man As mene or thine but euery mans in common â—â—beads and necker and breasts they yeeld some itore â—â—â—scarcely one good liuer in nine score Liuers being bad 't is vnderstood The reinea are fild with putrified blood Which makes them subiect to the scab and then They prone most dangerous diet vnto men And then the prouerbe proues no lye or mocke On seabbed sheep 's enough to spoyle a focke But yet for all this there is many a Gall â—â—â— Mutton well and dips his bread â— the weell And were a man put to his choyce to keepe 'T is said a Sbriw is better then a Sheepe â—â—â— if a man be yok'd with such an Eâ—â—â— See may be both seabbed Sheepe and Shrew And he that is so march'd his life may well Compared be vnto an earthly hell Into my Theame which I wrote of before Let this Mutten must haue one cut more These kind of Sheepe haue all the world ore'growne And seldome doe weare flecces of their owne For they from sundry men their pelts can pull Whereby they keepe themselues as warme as wooll Besides in colours and in shape they varie Quite from all profitable sheepe contrarie White blacke greene rawny purple red and blue Beyond the Raine-bow for their change of hue â—â—â— like in alteration â—â—â— that bare Ayre they cannot liue vpon The Moones mutation's not more manifold Silke Veluet Tissue Cloath and cloath of Gold These are the Sheep that Golden fleeces weare Who robe themselues with others Wooll or haire And it may bee 't was such a Beast and Fleece Which Iason brought from Cholcos into Greece They are as soft as silke-wormes VVere it no more but so I dare be bold To thinke this Land doth many Iasons hold VVno neuer durst to passe a dang'rous waue Yet may with ease such Golden fleeces haue Too much of one thing 's good for nought they say I le therefore take this needlesse dish away For should I too much of of Lac'd Mutton write I mayo'recome my readers stomacke quite Once more vnto the good Sheepe I le recare And so my Booke shall to its end exspire Although it be not found in ancient writers I finde all Mutton-caters are Sheepe-biters And in some places I haue heard and seene That cutrish Sheepe-bisers haue hanged beene If any kinde of Tike should snarle or whine Or bite or wootry this poore Sheepe of mine Why let them barke and bite and spend their breath I le neuer with them a Sheepe bitter's death My Sheepe will haue them know her Innocence Shall liue in spight of their malcuolence I wish them keepe themselues and me from paine And bite such sheeps as cannot bite againe For if they snap at mine I haue a pen That like a truky dog shall bite agen And in conclusion this I humbly crane That euery one the honesty may haue That when our fraile mortality is past We may be the good Shepheards sheepe at last FINIS THE PRAISE OF HEMP-SEED WITH The Voyage of Mr. Roger Bird and the Writer hereof in a Boat of browne-Paper from London to Quinborough in Kent As also a Farewell to the matchlesse deceased Mr. THOMAS CORIAT The Profits arising by Hemp seed are Cloathing Food Fishing Shipping The Profits arising by Hemp seed are Pleasure Profit Iustice Whipping DEDICATED TO THE RIGHT WORSHIP FVLL PAternes and Patrons of honest endeuours Sir THOMAS HOVVET and Sir ROBERT WISEMAN Knights And to the worthy Gentleman M r. IOHN WISHMAN Health Mirth and Happinesse be euer attendants NOBLE SIRS I Could haue soyled a greater volume then this with a deale of emptie and triuiall scuffe as puling Sonets whining Elegies the dog-trickes of Loue â—â—â—â— to mocke Apes and transforme men into Asses Which kind of writing is like a man in Authoritie ancient in yeares rouerend in Beard with a promising out-side of Wisedome and Grauitie yet in the expected performances of his profound vnder standing his capacitie speakes nething but Mutimus But heere your Worships shall find no such stuffe for thou I haue not done as I should yet I haue performed as much as I could I haue not had riuers of Oyle or fountaines of wine to fill this my poore caske or booke but I haue as it were extracted oyle out of steels and wine out of dry chaffe I haue here of a graine of Hemp-seed made a mountaine greater then the Apenines or Caucalus and not much lesser then the whole world Here is Labour Profit Cloathing Pleasure Food Nauigation Diuinitie Poetry the liberall Arts Armes Vertues defence Vices offence a true mans protection a Thiefes execution Here is mirth and matter all beaten out of this small Seed With all my selfe for my selfe and in the behalfe of Mr. Roger Bird doe most humbly thanke your Worships for many former vndeserued courtesies and fauours extended towards vs especially at our going our dangerous Voyage in the Paper boat for which wee must euer acknowledge our selues bound to your Goodnesses Which voyage I haue merrily related at the end of this Pamphlet which with the rest I haue made bold to dedicate to your Worshipfull and worthy Patronages humbly desiring your pardons and acceptances euer remaining to bee commanded by yon and yours in all obsequiousnesse IOHN TAYLOR THE CONTENTS OF THIS BOOKE 1 The most part of such Authors are nominated as haue written of
for it is walled and ditched about with a draw-bridge and the prisoner came on foote with a Diuine with him all the way exhorting him to repentance and because death should not terrifie him they had giuen him many rowses and carowses of wine and beere for it is the custome there to make such poore wretches drunke wherby they may be sencelesse eyther of Gods mercy or their owne misery but being prayed for by others they themselues may die resolutely or to be feared desperately But the prisoner being come to the place of death he was by the officers deliuered to the hangman who entring his strangling fortification with two grand hangmen more and their â— which were come from the City of Luâ—â— and another Towne which I cannot name to assist their Hamburghian brother in this great â—â— weightie worke the draw-bridge was drawne â—d the Prisoner mounted on a mount of â—â— built high on purpose that the people without may see the execution a quarter of a mile round about foure of the Hangmans 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 backe then the Arch-hangman or the great Master of this mighty businesse tooke vp a wheele much about the bignesse of one of the fore-wheeles of a Coach â—â— hauing put off his doubler his hat and being in his shirt as if he meant to play at tennis he tooke the wheele and set it on the edge and â—â— it with one hand like a top or a whirligig then he tooke it by the spoakes and lifting it vp with a mightie stroake he beate one of the poore wretches leggs in peeces the bones I meane at which he rored grieuously then after a little pawse he breakes the other leg in the same manner and consequently breakes his armes and then he stroke foure or fiue maine blowes on his brest and burst all his bulke and cheâ—â— in shiuers lastly he smoate his necke and missing burst his chin and iawes to mammockes then he tooke the broken mangled corps and spread it on the wheele and thrust a great post or pile into the Naue or hole of the wheele and then fixed the post into the earth some sixe foot deepe beeing in height aboue the ground some ten or twelue foote and there the carkasse must lye till it bee consumed by all consuming time or rauening Fowles This was the terrible manner of this horrid execution and at this place are twenty posts with those wheeles or peeces of wheeles with heads of men nailed on the top of the posts with a great spike driuen through the skull The seuerall kinds of torments which they inflict vpon offenders in those parts makes mee to imagine our English hanging to be but a flea-biting Moreouer if any man in those parts are to be beheaded the fashion is that the Pâ—soner kneels downe and being blinded with a Napkin one takes hold of the haire of the crowne of the head holding the party vpright whilst the hangman with a backeward blow with a sword will take the head from a mans shoulders so nimbly and with such dextertie that the owner of the head shall neuer want the misse of it And if it be any maâ—s fortune to be hanged for neuer so small a crime though he bee mounted whole yet hee shall come downe in peeces for hee shall hang till euery ioynt and Limbe drop one from another They haue strange torments and varieties of deaths according to the various nature of the offences that are committed as for example hee that counterfeits any Princes coyne and is prooued a Coyner his iudgement is to be boyled to death in oyle not throwne into the vessell all at once but with a pulley or a Rope to bee hanged vnder the Arme pits and let downe into the oile by degrees first the feete and next the legs and so to boyle his flesh from his bones aliue For those that set houses on fire wilfully they are smoaked to death as first there is a pile or post fixed in the ground and within an English Ell of it is a peece of wood nailed crosse whereupon the offender is made fast fitting then ouer the top of the post is whelmed a great tub or Dryfat which doth couer or ouerwhelme the Prisone as low as the middle Then vnderneath the executioner hath wet straw hay stubble or such kind of stuffe which is fired but by reason it is wet and danke it doth not burne but molder and smoake which smoake ascends vp into the tub where the Prisoners head is and not being able to speake he will heaue vp and downe with his belly and people may perceiue him in these torments to liue three or foure houres Adultery there if it bee prooued is punished with death as the losse of both the parties heads if they bee both married or if not both yet the married party must dye for iâ— and the other must endure some easier punishment eyther by the purse or carkasse which in the end proues little better then halfe a hanging But as after a tempest a calme is best welcome so I imagine it not amisse after all this tragicall harsh discourse to sweeten the Readers pallat with a few Comicall reports which were related vnto me wherein I seeme fabulous it must be remembered that I claime the priuiledge of a traueller who hath authority to report all that he heares and sees and more too I was informed of a fellow that was hanged somwhat neere the high way within a mile or two of Collcin and the fashion being to hang with a halter and a chaine that when the haulter is rotten with the weather the carkafse drops a butten hole lower into the chaine Now it fortuned that this fellow was executed on a winters afternoone towards night and being hanged the chaine was shorter then the halter by reason whereof he was not strangled but by the gamming of the chaine which could not slip close to his necke he hanged in great torments vnder the Iawes it happened that as soone as hee was trust vp there fell a great storme of raine and winde whereupon all the people ran away from the Gallowes to shelter themselues But night being come and the moone shining bright it chanced that a Country Boore or a waggoner and his Sonne with him were driuing their empty waggon by the place where the fellow was hanged who being not choaked in the extremity of his paines did stirre his legges and writhe and crumple his body which the waggoners Sonne perceiued and said Father looke the man vpon the Gallowes doth mooue quoth the old man he moues indeed I pray the let vs make hast and put the Waggon vnder the Gibbet to see if we can vnhang and saue him This being said was quickely done and the wretch halfe dead was laid in straw in the Boores waggon and carried home where with good attendance he was in foure
yeares till you are gone And being gone you 'l wealth and honour win Whilst ryot here at home addes sin to sin You God assisting may doe mighty things Make Kings of Captiues and of Captiues Kings Riches and loue those that suruiue shall gaine And Fame and Heauen the Portion of the slaine The wounds and scars more beautifull will make Those that doe weare them for true honours sake Since God then in his loue did preordaine That you should be his Champions to maintaine His quarrell and his causeâ— a fig for foes God being with you how can man oppose Some may obiect Your enemies are store If so your fame and victori'es the more Men doe win honour when they cope with men The Eagle will not tryumph o're a Wren The Lyon with the Mouse will not contend Nor men 'Gainst boyes and women wars will bend But clouds of dust and smoake and bloud and sweat Are the maine meanes that will true honour get Thus to Fames 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 euery life And man well knowes that one day he must end it Let him keep 't well defend and brauely spend it O griefe to see how many stout men lye Halfe rotten in their beds before they dye Some by soule surfets some by odious whoring In misery lye stinking and deploring And e're a lingring death their sad life ends They are most tedious loathsome to their friends Wasting in Physicke which addes woe to griefe That which should yeeld their families reliefe At last when wished death their cares doe cure Their names like to their bodies lye obscure Whereas the Souldier with a Christian brest Wars for his Soueraigues peace and Countries rest He to his Makers will his will inclines And ne're gainst Heauen impatiently repines He to his Sauiour sayes that thou art mine And being thou redeem'st me I am thine That if I liue or dye or dye or liue Blest be thy name whether thou take or giue This resolution pierces heauens high roofe And armes a Souldier more then Cannon proofe Suppose his life ends by some noble wounds His Soule to Heauen from whence it came rebâ—unds Suppose blowne vp with powder vp he flyes Fire his impurity repurifies Suppose a shot pierce through his breast or head He nobly liu'd and nobly he is dead He lyes not bedred stinking nor doth raue Blaspheming against him that should him saue Nor he in Physicke doth consume and spend That which himselfe and others should defend He doth not languish drawing loathsome breath But dyes before his friends doe wish his death And though his earthly part to earth doth passe His fame outweares a Monument of brasse Most worthy Country-men couragious hearts Now is the time now act braue manly parts Remember you are Sonnes vnto such Sires Whose sacred memories the world admires Make your names fearefull to your foes againe Like Talbot to the French or Drake to Spaine Thinke on braue valiant Essex and Mountiâ—y And Sidney that did Englands foes destroy With noble Norris Williams and the Veeres The Grayes the Willing â—biâ—s all peerelesse Peeres And when you thinke what glory they haue won Some worthy actions by you will be done 34. Battels fought in France by Englishmen since the Conquest Henry the sixth Remember Poiâ—tiers Cressy Agincourt With Bullein Turwin Turnyes warlike sport And more our honours higher to aduance Our King of England was crown'd King of France In Paris thus all France we did prouoake T' obey and serue vnder the English yoake In Ireland 18. bloudy fields we fought And that fierce Nation to subiection brought Besides Tyroues rebellion which foule strife Cost England many a pound lost many a life And before we were Scotlands or it ours How often haue we with opposed powers In most vnneighboutly vnfriendly manners With hostile armes displaying bloudy banners With various victories on eyther side Now vp now downe our fortunes haue beene tride What one fight wins the other loosing yeelds In more then sixescore bloudie foughten fields But since that we and they and they and we More neere then brethren now conioyned be Those scattering powers we each gainst other lead Being one knit body to one royall head Then let this Iland East West South and North Ioyntly in these braue warres emblaze out worth And as there was a strife that once befell Twixt men of Iuda and of Israel Contending which should loue King Dauid best And who in him had greatest interest Long may contention onely then be thus Twixt vsand Scotland and twixt them and vs Stil friendly striuing which of vs can be Most true and loyall to his Maiesty This is a strife will please the God of peace And this contending will our loues encrease You hardy Scots remember royall Bruce And what stout Wallace valour did produce The glorious name of Stewards Hamiltons The Erâ—â—kine Mâ—rayes ndâ— he Leuingstons The noble Ramseyes and th' illustrious Hayes The valiant Dowglasses the Grimes and Grayes Great Sir Iames Dowglas a most valiant Knight Lead seauenty battels with victorious fight Not by Lieutenants or by deputation But he in person wan his reputation The Turkes and Sarazens he ouercame Where ending life he purchast end lesse fame And his true noble worth is well deriu'd To worthies of that name that since suruiu'd The praise of Sir Iames Dowglas in the Raigne of King Robert Bruce 1330. In 13. maine battel she ouercame Gods enemies and as last was slaine Then since both Nations did and doe abound With men approu'd and through all lands renown'd Through Europs and through Asia further farre Then is our blest Redeemers Sepulchre Through all the Coasts of tawny Affrica And through the bounds of rich America And as the world our worths acknowledge must Let not our valour sleeping lye and rust â—â— to immortalize our Britaines name Let it from imbers burst into a flame We haue that Land and shape our Elders had Their courages were good can ours be bad Their deeds did manifest their worthy mindes Then how can we degenerate from kindes â—â— former times we were so giuen to warre Witnesse the broyles 'twixt Yorke and Lancaster Hauing no place to sorreigne Foes to goe Amongst our selues we made our selues a Foe Fall threescore yeares with fierce vnkind alarmes Were practis'd fierce vnciuill ciuill armes Whilst fourescore Peeres of the bloud royall dyde With hundred thousands Comâ—oners beside Thus Englishmen to wars did beare good will They would be doing although doing ill And Scotlands Hystorie auoucheth cleare Of many ciuill warres and turmoyles there Rebellion discord rapine and foule spoyle Hath pierc'd the bowels of their Natiue soyle Themselues against themselues Peeres against Peers And kin with kin together by the cares The friend gainst friend each other hath withstood Vnfriendly friends weltering in their bloud Thus we with them and they with vs contending And we our selues
of good men and the reprobate In many places they doe seeme to vary And beare a sence from Scripture quite contrary In Tobis and Dame Indith disagrees From Text and Raâ—es in the Machabâ—es For which the Church hath euer held it fit To place them by themselues from holy writ FINIS SALVATOR MVNDI DEDICATED TO THE HIGH MAIESTIE OF QVEENE MARY GReat Queene I haue with paines and labour tooke From out the greatest Booke this little Booke And with great Reuerence I haue cull'd from thence All things that are of greatest consequence And though the Volumne and the Worke bee small Yet it containes the summe of all in ALL. To you I giue it with a heart most feruent And rest your humble Subiect and your Seruant IOHN TAYLOR To the Reader HEere Reader then maist read for little cost How thou wast ransoâ—â—'d when thou quite wast lost Mans gracelesuesse and Gods exceeding grace Thou here maist reade and see in little space IOHN TAYLOR Mathew LOe here the blessed Sonne of God and Man New borne who was before all worlds began Of heau'nly seed th' eternall liuing Rocke Of humane race of Kingly Dauids stocke Our blest Redeemer whom the Prophets old In their true preachings had so oft foretold In figures ceremonies types and tropes He here sulfils their words confirmes their hopes The worlds saluations sole and totall summe Poore Mankinds Sauiour IESVS CHRIST is come From married Mary wife and Virgin springs This heauenly earthly supreame King of Kings He 's naked borne and in a manger layd Where he and 's Mother blessed wife and maid Are by the wite men sought and seeking found And hauing found their ioyes doe all abound Where they their loue their zeale their faith vnfold And offer incense myrthe and purest gold False-hearted Herod seeketh to destroy This new borne Infant our eternall ioy But Ioseph by a dreame is warn'd by night T'ward AEgypt with the Babe to take his flight Amongst th' AEgyptians be not longsoiournes But backe to Naz'reth he againe returnes To end the Law the Babe was circumcis'd And then by Iohn in Iordane was baptiz'd When loe the Father from his glorious Throne Sends downe the Holy Ghost vpon his Sonne In likenesse of a pure vnspotted Doue Which did his Birth and Baptis me both approue Now subtill Sathan he attempts and tempts him And fasting to the wildernesse exempts him But Iesus power the soule siends power destroyd Commanding Sathan hence Auoyd Auoyd The fearefull Diuell doth slee Christ goes and preaches And in the Mountaine multitudes he reaches He said Repentance wipes away transgressings And to the godly he pronounced blessings Hee makes the lame to goe the blind to see Deafe heare dumbe speake the leapers cleansed be The diuels from the possessed out he draue The dead are rais'd the poore the Gospell haue Such things he doth as none but God can doe And all 's to bring his flock his fold vnto All that are laden come to me quoth he And I will ease you therefore come to me You of your heauy sinnes I doe acquite My yoake is easie and my burden's light Vpon Mount Taber there our blest Messias Doth shew himselfe with Moses and Elias Yet all these mightie wonders that he wrought Nor all the heauenly teachings that he taught The stiffe neckd stubborne Iewes could not conuert But they ramaine obdurate hard of heart The man quoth some by whom these things are done It is the Carpenters poore Iosephs Sonne Some said how be these things to a passe did bring By power of Belzebub thâ—insernall King Thus with the poyson of their enuious tongues They guerdon good with ill and right with wrongs His owne not knowes him Iudas doth betray him To Annas and to Caiphas they conuey him From Caiphas backe to Annas and from thence Is sent this euerlasting happy Prince Thus is this death this sirâ—â— this Sathan-killer Mongst sinnefull wretches tost from post to Piller He 's slouted spitted on derided stript â— He 's most vnmercifully scourg'd and whipt By Impious people he 's blasphem'd and rail'd And of the Iewes in scorne as King is hail'd He like a Lambe vnto his death it led Nail'd on the Crosse for man his heart bloud shed He after three dayes glorious doth arise He leaues the sinnefull earth and mounts the skyes But first to his Disciples he appeures Where he their drooping halfe dead Spirits cheares Marke Saint Marke declares how blest baptizing Iohn Fore-runner was of Gods eternall Son Which Iohn in Wildernesse baptizes teaches And of contrition and remishon preaches Our Sauiour calls no Pharisees or Scribes Or princely people out of Iudahs Tribes But Simon Andrew Iames and Iohn are those Poore toy ling Fishermen which Iesus chose To shew that with the humblest smallest things God greatest matters to perfection brings By sundry wondrous workes our Sauiour Iesus From sinne and Sathan lab'reth to release vs. And in requitall the Ingratefull Iewes Deuise their blest Redeemer to abuse Some inwardly doe hate him some belye him His Seruants all for sake him or deny him But Peter thou wast bless in â—hy dyniall Orthy presuming thou hast â—â—â— the tryall Repentance wasâ— away thy â—â—nities crimes And thou a parterpâ— to after times The Sonne and Heire of neuer sading Heau'n Into the hands of sinfull meâ—s giuen He dyes he 's buried and in glory rises Triumphing ouer all his foes deuises S. Luke Heere Mary and old Zacharias sings In ioyfull manner to the King of Kings And aged Simeon in his armed did take The Lord of life and doth reioycings make Christ teaches preaches mercy vnto all That by amendment will for mercy call He 's tane and by false witnesses accus'd He 's beaten scoffed scorned and abus'd He 's hang'd vpon the Crosse betwixt two theeues The one doth rails on him and one beleeues He dies he 's buried tising he doth quell And conquer all his soes sin death and hell B. Iohn In the beginning was th' eternall Word The Word with God was and that Word the Lord In the beginning the same Word with God Was and for euer hath with him abead With it were all things made and made was nought Without this Word the which was made or wrought Here Christs Diuinity is told by Iohn The blessed Trinitie one three three one How God had now perform'd the oath he swore To Abram and to Israel long before How Christ should come to ransome Aaaâ—es losse And satisfie Gods Iustice on the crosse Though times and places farre a sunderb Yet Prophets and Euangelists agree In Iesus birth his Doctrine life and death Whereby our dying Soules gaâ— ne liuing breath If all things should be writ which â—rst was done By Iesus Christ Gods euerlasting Sonne From Cratch to Crosse from Cradle to his tombe To hold the Bookes the world would not be roome Acts. Th' Apostles praising God and singing Songs The holy Ghost in fierie clouen tongues Descends vpon them who are all inspir'd With