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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A58778	The poems of Ben. Johnson, Junior being a miscelanie of seriousness, wit, mirth, and mysterie in [brace] Vulpone, The dream, Iter bevoriale, Songs, &c. / composed by W.S., Gent.	W. S.; Johnson, Ben, Junior.	1672 (1672)	Wing S203; ESTC R37195	39,315	120

for the great A Sea appear'd king Neptune seem'd to flout me Millions of dreams like boats sailing about me These roving run-agates my fancy smother Dream after dream and one succeeds another Some say that dreams within the brain are toss't Of things which in the day we think of most Some dreams are pleasant some are troublesome Some of things past and some of things to come Prophetick dreams that please and sometime fear us Convey'd by Angels when some mischief 's near us Some told of things they never knew before Some dream of gold and yet are alwayes poor Some dream of rivers mountains Shores and Seas Some of a new world mine was all of these My wandring fancy did for Spain incline Famous for Sack that Emperor of wine Other small princes of inferiour rank This liquor Virgil and wise Homer drank When they did muster on the Ilian sands The Trojan armies and the Graecian bands O're rockie hills and lofty mountains high Whose tall aspiring heads do kiss the skie I search each corner of that crabbed coast The cities which antiquity doth boast Tracing those mountains many a tedious mile I stumble on the brave court of Castile Here Hercules did all his labours end But mine began to find a faithful friend Monsters and Mino-taur's tam'd by his hand For which he did encompass Sea and Land My labour did to greater things aspire To find a Phoenix melted in the fire Out of whose ashes should spring up to birth A friend the quintessence of Heav'n and earth The gentle Donna's in mine eye no less Than sparkling angels in a female dress Their courtesie was rare so wondrous free With kind embraces they half ravish'd me At the first flourish they appear like posies Compos'd with July flowers and fragrant roses But flowers will fade they bid me pick and prune You may as well find constancy i' th' moon Sweet melting manna from our northern dews Knowledge in Lapland chastity in the stews Wouldst thou reap diamonds where they are not sow● The pearl call'd friendship never here was known Go gather grapes in Greenland that dark hole Pepper and ginger at the Artick pole Canst thou bring all Religions into one Whose quintessence is love thy work is done Thy mind at rest thy travel at an end The whole creation is become thy friend Not only man appointed to command But every thing that moves by sea or land Both heaven and earth with all their wealth shall st●… th● Lyons and Tygres shall fall down before thee In countrey cottages friendship was rife Leases of love they took for term of life Love there is dead Amintas doth not mind it And dost thou think in pallaces to find it Perfection dwells not in frail mortal dust Shew me the man that to himself is just Damon and Pitheas are exil'd from hence Vertue her self hath here no influence The Pages tell her in their wanton play She is some countrey Lady of the May That knows no courtesie or how to speak Only train'd up to run at barley-break Some canting Gypsie with a conjuring wand Or petty Princess of the Fairie land She is too judg'd by her brown olive hue A Lady errant of Don Gusmans crue In this place thou wilt prosper canst thou paint With all the colours of a seeming Saint Thou mayst perhaps ascend bright honors hill If thou canst court where thou intend'st to kill We call it pollicie just in our sight To cut those trees down that eclipse our light The upright simple innocent we slay 'T is crime enough that they stand in our way We study not the morals of wise Plato Nor that old fool whom they intitle Cato To imitate their follies we want leisure All our divinity is ease and pleasure Slaves chain'd to conscience no no we are free-men And know no friend no God but wine and women Hast thou the stone that turneth all to gold Or teeming bags of Silver then be bold Melt all Peru into one mass of treasure Then Call th' Infanta Cousin at your pleasure Gentlemen kneel and at their distance are Esquires your foot-men let the knight stand bare From the grand Seignior you may take the Wall Great Dons and Dukes you Tom and Dick may call Fortune 's a Whore my temples that were crown'd Must feel her lashes when the wheel turns round Love winneth love disdain begets disdain Who scorn the world the world scorns them again Those that will live magnificent and feel His favour must to mighty Mammon kneel These were his minions in his bosome lay True loyal Subjects they his Laws obey These were rewarded with all earthly blisses Swimm in his favour crown'd with his kisses But I that could not bow to this Apollo Must nolens volens all disgraces swallow My simple Outside did these Lapwings fright Winters at hand come let us take our flight Beside the courtesie of friendly blows They took their last adieu with their kind toes The tall groom-porter spyde mine empty purse Then whipt me from the presence with a curse My tongue was mute my wrongs I durst not tell But with my heels I bid this Court farewell And had not patience armed me in hast To ward their blows that day had been my last The Inquisition made me wondrous sick ●east they should take me for some Heretique Whence no redemption till the grand assize When the graves open and the dead arise Criminal faults they might have found good store What greater Blasphemy than to be poor And in their flames I might a Martyr fry Where simple honest is grand Heresy What courtesie what Civil entertainment When poor and honest came to their arraignment That some alledge there is a Purgatory Experience proves it is no fabulous story T is easy to believe when we have seen it ● can assure you I my self was in it ● prayd to all the Saints on my bare knee From limbus patrum now deliver me Remembring Lot's wife I durst make no halt Least I should be dissolved into Salt Fear would not let me stay nor look behind But hoysing sail with a brisk merry wind With all my wings for England I am gone To London Empress of fair Albion ●nto this royal City then I pack Sir ● met this common greeting what de' e lack Sir Methought the word was sweeter far then honey Will these kind Souls supply me without money This gentle salutation it did sound As if that Paradice were newly found Where the fair beams of the bright heavens do smile All things provided without care and toyle Perhaps old Saturn with his golden age Is here arriv'd from his long Pilgrimage Where cursed mine and thine was never known And no man durst call any thing his own Mens minds were not inclos'd that crying sin For all the world was then one common Inn Landlord and Tennant names unknown all share The whole creation common as the air The hospitable earth mans friendly host Nature his hostess at whose proper

him Dancing for joy there 's nothing now can fear them The greedy Wolf and Fox cannot come near them The bearded Goats apart from him do stand The little Lambs he feeds with his own hand In his warm tender bosome they are nurst With his heart-blood he satisfies their thirst To pay their debts upon the Cross he hung Good Pellican that bleeds to feed his young TRANSPORT My soul mad drunk with love that still did mi●… him Among the Doves I cannot choose but find him Drest in the flames of love saw you my Dear One milk-white Dove did whisper in mine ear Behold in yonder flourishing Grove of Mirtles Thy Lover sits the King of all the Turtles His mate so constant that he doth not doubt her His love so great he cannot live without her He courts and to be courted she is willing Musick of hearts whose melody is billing In an eternal knot espous'd they be He full of love a modest Virgin she His love eternal is and hath no date He is thy Turtle and thou art his Mate Father of Spirits Angels and the rest Bright flame of love within Jehovahs brest Upon the day of Penticost he came With cloven tongues and in a fiery flame This spreading fire from East to West was hurl'd Whose holy sparks did kindle all the world Till Antichrist did poyson this pure life And quench this heavenly fire with floods of strife But now he 's come the second time whose breath Will plague the Beast and whip the Whore to death Unto the sturdy Plowman then I pass Such as of old the Prophet Amos was Rid my Love this way on his milk white Steed Amos reply'd thy Lover is the Seed He sows himself into thy fruitful mind That at the Harvest he himself may find There 's nothing but himself that he doth save All but himself lyes rotting in the Grave The perfect new man which from heaven descended Returns when this frail mortal life is ended Thy Soul 's the Land where he himself doth sow The Spirits holy breath makes it to grow Refreshed by the heavens distilling rain It multiplies into a field of grain All flowers of Paradice grow to delight 'um Grace after grace springs up ad infinitum Inquiring of the Shrubs who weep and mourn Hanging their heads this answer they return By resignation and humilitie A little Plant becomes a stately Tree All look on Trees that on the Mountains grow But those are safest that are plac'd below Jehovah's thunder doth not overtake them The wildest Hurricano cannot shake them They flourish like the Lillies without care He is their life and they his being are I march among the Rich hoping to find him Voluptuous pomp gave them no time to mind him Ratling of Coaches in their brain did rout them A train of Sycophants plac'd round about them Whose soothing language lavishly did measure Their Summum bonum to consist in pleasure The world 's a Hogstye O that word hereafter Where men like Swine are fatted for the slaughter I row my Boat unto the ragged shoar To the despised rich contented poor Who in the heavens have laid up all their treasure Where they have riches without end or measure Where rests my love when Sol at noon is riding Upon his flaming Steeds where 's his abiding He dwelleth in the low and humble mind That prostrate lyes before his feet resign'd Such simple innocence without all skill Like new-born babes that know no good nor ill Poor naked nothings numbred with the dead Have sold their ornaments for heavenly bread Whose souls are purifyed from filthy mire By passing through the Purgatorian fire A noble battail ' gainst themselves proclaim'd Their passions and affections wholly tam'd Great Alexander with his noble crew Conquering the world the world could not subdue Another Empire large he had to win To tame that little world that was within We that are crown'd with double victory In these poor Coats are greater Kings than he To the Vniversity I set my face Among the Rabbies of that reverend place I hunted out the chief for fame reputed And unexpectedly I was saluted By one whose beard was snow whose face was frost Train'd in the noble School of Penticost In Christ-church Colledge a resplendent light And by degree a learned Jesuite Chief of that Order with all knowledge blest Skil'd in the heavenly Magick of the east 'T was one of those brave Magi that from far Did visit Jesus guided by a Star Offering rich presents Frankincense and Spice To offer me his councel was not nice And that he might my lawful audience win He kist me thrice and thus he did begin What vanity on childish arts to look And leave unstudied thine own learned book Thy book hath but three leaves leaves that are few The wisdom great all that all worlds can shew Thy Soul 's that noble book wherein doth lye Heaven hell and earth time and Eternity He that can read this book he must inherit The wisdom of the Father Son and Spirit This book hath long been claps'd and clos'd within Seal'd and shut up by th' angry Cherubin In heaven and earth none worthy none was fit But the dear Lamb God's heart to open it To keep it lockt the anger did decree Love did unseal the book and set it free A Library of books in this book find Printed and fairly written in thy mind Whose lines are gold indited by the Dove Whose letters are the sparkling flames of love Teipsum nosce leave their tittle tattle And then thou knowest more then Aristotle Study thy self if thou wouldst knowledge win Faith will unlock the golden gate within Let wisdome bridle passions in the Soul Good Servants but ill Lords if they controul Hell lies in wait to crucify thy lover Heaven with it's Angels at thy door doth hover Seraphick Angels with immortal power Thy Guardian strength attend thee every hour Vain roving thoughts Moss troopers do way lay thee With their hail Master kiss thee to betray thee Thought follows thought as wave on waves do roul And all to steal away the wandring Soul Like thieving Pickaroons in Neptunes hall They sail about thy brain to plunder all If they once bring thine heart unto their shoar Poor Gally-slave they 'l chain thee to the Oar O keep thine heart intire for him alone Who rules the heavens makes thy heart his throne This lower world is a deceitful cage Where mortals act their part as on a stage Some march into the field and some retreat Disguis'd like Maskers all is but a cheat Play how you please when you have thrown your cast Death comes and sweeps away the stake at last Look not so big thy life is but a span 'T is a wise part to act the honest man For toys thy future bliss do not destroy Prepare thy mind for that sweet land of joy Where all things do in equal temper grow Nor hot nor cold with you it is not so The torrid

yet the father does the children pay These children dear he kindly doth imbrace VVe are Abortives and of Bastard race VVith full deep draughts they drink all sorrow down The deepest drinker wears the greatest crown VVith oaths they tear the stars out of the skie And make the trembling fearful Devils fly Frighting the Hypocrite out of his wits Yet no dark cloud upon their conscience sits Moses is dead long since who did command Jehovah takes the Scepter in his hand Jesus the God of love his love imparts VVriting his Law of love in all their hearts O what is Moses what are all his laws VVanting the witness to maintain the cause The Holy Spirit he can only cure ye He is the Judge the witness and the Jury In Pharaohs land the laws they were not good VVritten in Characters of humane blood Those that dwelt here did labour to be poor Had this reward to wash the Blackamoor VVith menaces and blows because they went On their own errant when they were not sent An unsure path this was their overthrow They wait not till their Leader bid them go Instead of Peters pallace headlong tumbling Into the pit where Cerberus sits grumbling VVhat though heaven-gate stand open all the year None but the new man hath admittance there This little Infant is that lovely boy That leads the Soul to everlasting joy I fled from hence when no body did mind me Leaving this Countrey with a curse behind me Now for the Wilderness with all my sails To gather Manna but I met with Quails A merry Crew with feasting and good cheer About a foolish Calf were dauncing here Moses was in the mount where he did draw Tables of Stone but who regards his Law They 'r not amaz'd nor startle at the wonder Though it receiv'd it's birth in horrid thunder Unlike the Gospel that with gentle voice Did make their hearts in melting tears rejoyce Bewailing these this in my mind did come How many Calves are there in Christendome And those that see old Israel go astray Perhaps do worship Calves as well as they VVhat quarrels ev'ry where what fruitless odds About their wafer water paper-gods VVe stile them heathens who the Stars did hallow Falling in zeal before their great Apollo When those that see their error that is known With open eye cannot behold their own All men are Archers roving in the dark Their arrow flies to some mistaken mark Our aim should be at heaven alone but O! The earth is still between we shoot too low Some Dallila some creature we are wide all And every man 's his own beloved Idol The griping Vsurer can take no rest For dreaming of his Idol in the Chest The ambitious man with new invented Oaths Swears by his honour and his painted cloaths The Lover's fetter'd in Don Cupids cord The Souldier boldly swears by his good sword The Schollar on his Concubine doth look Vows he will have no Mistriss but his Book He call's it bigamy to sport and kiss Or marry any other Wife but this Out of his little senses he doth run To find the earth dancing about the Sun Man man too little or too much doth prize 'T is safe to love but not to Idolize Wife children lands descent from noble birth Titles of honor Demy-gods on earth Rather then fail abroad at home we find Millions of Images within the mind Neat Images carv'd out with curious art And all those flatt'ring Idolls of the heart As Cannon-bullets with impetuous force Cut through the air taking their violent course Not resting though they fly with eager wing Til they return to earth whence they did spring So man whose Soul 's a sparkle of that flame Breath'd by the Holy spirit whence it came Like Noahs dove can find no steddy footing Till it reenter where he had his rooting In the true ballance 't is most just and fit To give the Soul to him that framed it 'T will stand in no place but where it first grew 'T is general peace when Caesar hath his due This makes the IV to quarrell in great pain Strugling and striving to return again Into the only one pure element Their first dear mother where they have content This is the root of all their disagreeing Because they are not in their pristine being For which the universal frame doth mourn Groaning with sighs and panting to return Israel for forty years was try'd and tost But I could stay no longer in this coast This countrey could not win my approbation It look'd so like the land of desolation Where parching Southern winds do always blow Where Corn and grass was never known to grow For Canaan now wing'd with the rosy morn That holy land where my dear Prince was born I found those sweet and blessed habitations Were Joshua dwelt possest by barbarous nations King Davids greatness like a Dream was gone And all the gloryes of King Solomon Old Jacob said with grave and reverent brow The land thou seest it is not Canaan now Canaan a garden which the heavens did dress Is now become a barren wilderness Here in this land a Sun arose most bright Whose luster to the lower world gave light The Son of God the glory of each nation In flesh and blood took up his habitation To bless the world he from my loins did spring But he that was my Son is now my King Transplendent light seal'd with Jehovahs stamp My bastard children quench'd this glorious lamp This land which Prophets and Apostles nurst Is for their crying murthering crime accurst For which they are dispers'd in ev'ry part Would'st thou see Canaan 't is within thy heart This is King Davids Scepter and his throne This is the temple of King Solomon Vrim and Thummim seek and thou shalt find Holy of holies is within thy mind Wrestle with God as I did boldly wrestle Like some brave Souldier when he storms a Castle Or 's mounting up to some strong Cittadell Victorious faith doth conquer heaven and hell The fearfull coward meets with many a cross Returning from the battel still with loss Laodicea was reprov'd of old For her Lukewarmness neither hot nor cold In mine encounter I did boldly say I am resolv'd to die or win the day 'T is known through all the world I do not boast I did incounter with the Lord of host Who holdeth in his hand lightning and fire Till he had granted all I could desire I would not let him go but held him fast In my strong arm of confidence imbrac't In this power Labans craft I overcame Chang'd Esau's Lyon to a gentle lambe And in the vision which was clearly given Faith is the ladder which doth reach to heaven Earth link'd to heavenboth kingdoms comprehending Throne Angels swift ascending and descending 'T was not a mess of pottage rarely drest Cookt out with art to furnish Esau's feast All conquering faith begat that princely boy Give me the blessing which you now enjoy Promis'd to Abraham for