Will make Dice on 's Bones so doth he cry Who hath the debtor in Captivity Take heed ther 's none will pity thy disaster When Lucifer at last cryes Come the Caster On Rebellion REbellion is a Paradox for they Are onely put in trust that do betray UILLAINIE Anagram I LIVE IN AL. I Live in al shew me that Name That hath a larger Anagram But lest some should think that I Do assume ubiquity Let them know I want the Art To be All in every part But yet I live in all I know All Languages and Nations too 'T is not France with all her Apes Can outvye me in my shapes I wear a Cope I wear a Crown A Souldiers sword a Lawyers gown And with rev'rence be it spoke The Surplice and extempore cloak I wear a chain sometimes a ruff A purple Robe a sute of Buff A livery-hood a Country coat A seaman's cap whose subtle boat Sailes with all windes and as I can Change shapes I liâ—…e in every Man And every Place I live at Court And where an Army doth resort By which so many men are undon I live at sea I live in London In all parts of it I range And I alwayes keep the change I live in Courts of peace and war On the Bench and at the Bar Sometimes like to love and fury I have been in Iudge and Iury In Physitians I live close But am us'd in every dose In my coat of Armes I bear A Roundhead and a Cavalier I wear all Passions but I move Surest in the shape of Love Or in Religion there I flye why At God knows who and who knows In a Shopkeeper you 'l guess What I am when I profess In a Politick I cry Law Religion Liberty In a Justice I lye hid Yet in 's Clerk I 'm quickly spid But my subtleties grow evener In a Broker and a Scrivener In a Sectarist I flame Like the Aire of Amsterdam Covenants and Protestations Are my yeerly Recreations But I am such is my fate Never from the Counter-gate And a house in Broadstreet where I am in my proper sphere But to cut off prolixity you shall Find by my Anagram I Live in all Defence composed for his friend Mr. Th. Ea. who ignorantly had perswaded some Gentlemen his friends to wash their faces with Mercury one of them being an elect Bridegroom the night immediately before the Nuptials who the next day were much blistered with the venome and he much accused by the Ladyes as if it had been done on purpose THE winged feet of fame that alwayes brings On swiftest pinnionâ—… most unwelcome things Inform'd the Centinel that waits upon My late araigned Reputation That I have done an Act which much offends Men whom I balance with the best of friends That I with venome should deform those faces Wherein faire Ladyes found so many graces At such a season when bright Hymens taper Inflam'd the Bride and made the Bridegroom caper When all prepar'd themselâ—…es in the best dress Of civil Art and 〈◊〉 comlâ—…ness When active youth and Beautâ—… did put on Their smoothest brows and best complexion That I against this Time without incitement Should perpetrate this fact so runs th' inditement To which I plead Not guilty cause th' event Doth make men Criminal or innocent That I was instrumental in 't I grant But of the vile event as ignorant As cradled infants 't is an Act below My name my spirit and my Nature too Did my Accusers know how much I prize My friends they would with more indulgent eyes Look on this chance the Ladyes as I hear For it esteem me much their injurer Which is indeed the greatest cause that I Make this Confession and Apology I am so much a servant to that Sex Whose ruby lips bright brows and Ivory necks Surprize all eyes that their alone commands Have power enough to stay my active hands From my worst Enemy if he be one That wears the badge of their Affection How then should I accomplish a design Of such dishonour to their friends and mine Salute the Ladies from me let them see My Penitence and my integritie Assure them that the sacred Nuptials which Their precious presence lately did enrich Is of so much esteem with me that I Disclaim all thoughts or Acts of injury Tell them I am divided from all rest Till they have sign'd me a Quietus est A Letter to the Gentlemen in which this Poem was inclosed To his honoured friends c. Gentlemen I Am so sensible of the Ladyes sorrows for your disasters and my own sufferings for their displeasures that I have penned this Poetical Apology to soften their â—…ensures which being assisted with your manuduction may be the more conducible to their satisfaction The result of it will I hope beget such a faire understanding that the mistaken difference shall be reconciâ—…ed and his repute restored who is theirs and Your faithful servant The. Ea. An Ode composed for three voices at a celebration of the Birth-day of the much honoured G. D. Gent. on Novemb. 29. I. Voc. â—…Oy in the Gates of him whose biâ—…h Gives generation to our Mirth Whose Fame and meritorious dayes â—…clipse the lustre of all praise Chorus Then let our invention Exceed Apprehension Let liberty dance a Lavalto Till Ceres and Bacchus With jollity rack us And ev'ry mans brains are in Alto. II. Voc. Let none appear under this roof Whose spirits are not sorrow-proof All constellations we defie That frown at this Nativitie Chorus We laugh at the silly Presages of Lilly We fear not the force of Invasion The Schoolemen are dullmen They fool men and gull men 'T is Love is the Art of perswasion III. Voc. Let no man in this Circle move Whose soul is crost with Law or Love We likewise do exclude his Pate That deals in stratagem and State Chorus The sum of our treasure Is freedom in pleasure Nor will we forget to remember The motive that raises Our voices with Praises The 20 day of November Vote to the much honored THOMAS BRIDGES Merchant in Alderman-bury London and to his most vertuous wife IF Health and Treasure Love and Mirth Be all the happiness on earth 〈◊〉 wish that every thing you touch Or can but think on may be such May all the Pleasures that we see â—…nder bright heaven's Canopie Waite upon you and may old Fame Receive advantage from your Name Let your quick understanding be Clear and serene as Purity May all your Excellencies prove The powerful Adamants of Love And may that lustre of your life Your fertile chast ingenious wife Continue in her loyal flames And be the guide to vertuous dames May your Childrens childrens merits Be the pictures of your spirits Then may you draw an equal breath With long sweet life and easie death May Cities Towns Ships fields bowers Talke of no other worth but yours And may no company one minute Be sorrowful when you are in it An Epitaph on a scold
THE MUSES MELODY IN A CONSORT OF Poetrie WITH Diverse occasionall and Compendious EPISTLES Composed by the Author Tho. Iordan Cum desertis Aganippes â—…allibus esuriens migraret in Atria Clio. LONDON Printed by I. C. POEMS On a Citizen that was so unreasonably jealous of his wife that he durst not trust her with the neerest in blood of her own kindred WHy how now Iack are you the only man Whose forehead we must hang our hats upon Shall the luxurious folly of your youth Araign all women at the Bar for truth Can no man now be sociable and good 'Cause you have had a wildfire in your blood Because your wife resolves to remaine true Must your in imagination Cuckold you In what a Sea of sadness doth he swim Whose own strong fantsie doth make horns at him May we not look on her can we devise New wayes of copulation by the eyes Can smiles get children Or if we should leave Some words behind us can her ears conceive Why dost thou search thy trunks and chests as if It should be possible the Placket-theif Could get in there is no place free from harms So souldiers when the war began sought Arms In silver Saltcellars and springes set To catch a Canon in a Cabinet Go search her pocket too to quit all fears And pluck out little Ieffery by th' ears There are most sly conveyances in Love 'T may be Tom Thum is got into her Glove Search every corner of the house and then Sit down and coin new faces and new men Thou sot in jealouzie whose fantsie vents Impossibilities for Arguments Quick-sighted Quixot thou that art inclin'd To look about for what thou dar'st not find For I protest were I the man whom she Would chuse to act his just revenge on thee Thou shouldst discover me with greater fear Then men would pick sparks out of gunpowder I 'd make thee be my rigor should be such A Pillow to the thing thou fear'st so much Tempt me with hat in hand and cast about To keep that in which thou wouldst now bring out Conduct her to my very Arms and grow Highly contented thou couldst please me so The Law can not relieve in this distress Because thy own eyes are no witnesses Which would exalt thy torture thus would we Pay thy old private scores of Luxurie And thy mechanick spirit without doubt Will bear all this when thou art beaten to 't For shame reform thy folly let her heart Be no more measur'd out by thy desert Let not the ills which thou hast done proclaim Suggested falshood in anothers Fame He that thinks every man is his wife's sutor Defiles his Bed and proves his own Cornutor Peccavi to a vertuous Lady who was vitiously solicited by a Gentleman whilst she was in her mourning AS guilty men unto the Altar flye There to appease th' incensed Deity After the sin of Blasphemie or blood Took from the brests of Innocents whose flood Cryes up to heaven for vengeance so come I To beg a pardon for this heresie Against your honor Truth her self can tell No unbeseeming action such as sell The looser wantons of our times made me Attempt to break your chrystal chastity I saw no gesture in you that could say I might have hopes to win the fatal day Of your undoing but you did appear Stainless and more immortal then you are Or can be till the hand of heaven shall Transform your ashes to a funeral Some men desire to speckle whitest paper Venus will light her torch at Vesta's taper It is a truth divided from all doubt That ne'er a Nun'ry can keep Cupid out I know your melting eyes and mourning dress Might mortifie anothers wantonness But it exalted mine as if my flame Could feed upon no fuel but your Fame This crime relates to that in Paradice Your vertue was the Author of my vice Your frowns advanc'd my blood and made it boile Your Prayers were Bonfires and your tears were oile To contract all what ever I could see Like frost in you was a fierce flame in me So cowards when made Conqueror do boast And are more cruel when their slaves beg most I faine would plead excuses if I cou'd Alledge the frailty of our flesh and blood Your feature and my love your youth and tongue That so I might extenuate the wrong But my Religion sayes To do one sin And then excuse it brings another in No I 'll submit to pardon you that have Ability to judge have power to save Your penitent offender I confess My fault so criminal I must address My self unto your mercy and I spie Her silver wing spread in your either eye To entertain my sute remove the Bar The witnesses and Executioner You shall for this no Judge or Jury call At your own pleasure I will stand or fall On handsome women that will marry fools SHe that will 〈◊〉 with a Fool 't is plaine Is either craâ—…k'd in Crâ—…i or in Braine An Apology to a coy Lady for a passionate Letter which a Gent. writ to her when she returned back to him a Diamond which he before had presented MAdam In such a calm of peaceful aire As the self-sentenc'd sinner sighs in Prayer I do salute your Candor and desire Your mercy may with pardon quench the fire Of my late Passions for I must confess dress Though they were truths they wore too wild a I quite forgat the boundless distance that Is set betwixt my lowness and your state And should but that I see you disapprove In time have been a Leveler in Love You have reform'd my error and with high Distaste dismounted my soft heresie I am yovr Proselyte and shall declare To Lovers such as I am that they are In desperate error if they dare to prove Man's merit can deserve a Lady's love Ther 's no such thing in nature he that can But scent the aire that issues from her fan Hath happiness enough and he that wears Her scorns is paid for all his vows and tears His rings and ribbons are oblations that Defile the shrine which they are offer'd at Else honoured Lady sure that trifle which Your Iv'ry finger lately did enrich Had not been with such detestation sent To him that loves you like his nourishment What is the motive Madam I am more Tortur'd to know the cause then feel the soar Pray speak it plainly for the noblest dress Of Truth is her own native nakedness I never yet committed an offence That was too horrid for my Audience I will attend you with undaunted ear Although you utter all that I can fear My constitution boldly shall endure To lose that limb which will admit no cure I wish you all the happiness that can With wisest search be found in the best man May him whom you shall please to favour be Sincere in all his services for she That leaves a true heart for a fained one Doth give a Di'mond for a Bristow Stone On a cruel Creditor I
daunt But when your Cause requires There I am lost agen foyl'd with a fright Your Cause is th' onely cause I cannot fight An Elegie and Epitaph in two Acrosticks composed on the pious memory of Mistress Grace Drayâ—…on late wife to William Drayâ—…on 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 whom she was marryed the 20 of Jaâ—…y 16â—…2 and 〈◊〉 the 20 of June 1653. â—…onder of women give us leave to 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 on thy sacred UrneWord â—…et our 〈◊〉 tears â—…ll 〈◊〉 thy Herse â—…ke thâ—…se 〈◊〉 drops that pierce 〈◊〉 hard Maâ—…ble She is gone in whom All female excellâ—… 〈◊〉 hath found a Tombe Modesty Prudence Temperance and Wit Devotion Love and Loyalty do yet â—…enown her Name she was as true a wise As was her husbands blood unto his Life Young wives kâ—…ng but her might learn from thence The Aâ—… to twist Love and Obedience One in whose ever active soul did move Nothing but â—…ial fear and Nuptial Love The Epitaph 〈◊〉 or go by 〈◊〉 that true grief forbeaâ—… 〈◊〉 that in triumph which we writ in tears All â—…ys we banishâ—… they are as contrary Compar'd with as as Iune and Ianuary Every Mourner that doth not present Distilling eys destroys ouâ—… 〈◊〉 Reader within this Cabinet there 〈◊〉 A Jewel bright as Soâ—…s meridian Eyes Touth miâ—…'d with mental beauty 〈◊〉 was 〈◊〉 That made all Vertues her Complexion 〈◊〉 lâ—… 〈◊〉 tears flow freely for we shall Ne'er finde more cause to wash a Funeral To his disdainful Mistress from whom he receiv'd a Repulse at the presentment of his service to lead her by the Arm in the street I Shall give truth the lye and must engage In your defence the Pens of this whole Age Not to acknowledge that your form and features Make you shine brightest 'mongst the best of Crea He that surveys your Person with my Sense tures Shall meet at once Light Heat and Influence Yet where you scorn Experience bids me say You raise December in the midst of May. Crowns The Chairs of State the Scepters Thrones and Of Life and Death are in your smiles and frowns This truth I freely vent although you crack The sinews of my soul upon the rack Of undeserv'd displeasure I must needs Confess all Vertue in your bosom breeds You are the mirror of all worth Yet why If I may so capitulate must I For some offence unacted or unknown Be tortur'd thus under the frigid Zone Of your contempt What have I done that can Devest me of that Priviledge which Man And manners justly claim What is in me So opposite unto civility That you should scatter your disdains upon The soft Address of my Devotion Wâ—…y should the bared Head and bended Knee Of faithful service meet such nicety You make me doubt my self and wonder what Great Error like an Attom or a Gnat I am accus'd of whether I did stand Right with my Legs or gave you the wrong Hand Whether my Gloves were on or I did err In wearing some unbutton'd Handkercher Which of these hainous sins it is I can No more conceive then a deceased man Pray manifest the Cause and let me know What is the cruel Author of my woe That I may curb the Love which did intrude And for the future cease to be so rude With such Perfection I will let the world To my own scorn know why my hopes are hurl'd From your bright Mercy they shall understand It is like Sacriledge to kiss your hand And that to Arm you brings as bad a fate As to be found in Arms against the State On Mrs. Howlet and Mrs. Boone FIckle they say loves Howlets daughter she That is his eldest Mistris Margery And some suppose the wddow Boon will draw All his Affection Mistress Barbara But will not he appear a gross Buffoon To marry with Madg Howlet or Bab Boone To a Blaâ—…-moor that had married a deformed Spanish-woman and was jealous of an English Gentleman BLack Don de Negro fears that I will be A sharer in his â—…ty Venery He doth believe that in his absence I Invoke his devil to Adultery When Heaven knows 't is such a Creature noâ—… But one that doubts the Resurrection Would meddle with a face Men flye in drink Whose eys are Torches and whose veins â—…un 〈◊〉 A thing that sure some Succubus hath nursed And onely waits the hour of Go ye cursed Yet this strange muddy medly of things horrid Makes Don doubt horns upon his woollen forhead And I must be the object of his doubt I tell thee Don and all thy sable rout Thou fear'it in vain I would not I protest Add one pin feather to thy Magpies nest For both the Indies many by this light Have been undone onely with black and white Besides he is betray'd by self-deceivings That takes an armful of the devils leavings Dost think I 'll deal in Charcole smack a smother And dig in one hell to deserve another Or will I leave my lovely Polâ—…ie With all her Virgin sweets to sweep thy Chymnie Dost think I 'll â—…ine thy Buckâ—…m with my Tissue And contribute unto thy checquer'd Issue To fright the Midwife with a womb that swells With a strip'd stripling arm'd in Tortoise shells And in a time where Reformation hath Made Venery as venial as the Bath Dost think I 'll have my 〈◊〉 look like a Leper Like Snow and Gunpowder or Salt and Pepper I hate that hand of Cards where he that rubbs Hath nothing dealt him but the ten of Clubbs Shall I pollute my Limbs with an embrace For a py'd Kiâ—…ling with a dappled face A Cradle full of twylight prirt and Margent A Coat parte-per-fess sable and argent A speckled spawn joy twisted with disaster Or jeâ—… concorporate with Alabaster Forbear thy frantick follies thou mayst be â—…ooner perswaded I could bed with thee Can thy ambitious fears think any one Would taste of that which thou hast blown upon Decline these doubts when 〈…〉 With a conjunctiâ—…e generating postuâ—… 〈◊〉 The pregnanâ—… womb of Wolves shall bring forth The robbing 〈…〉 Of rocking Bears shall against 〈…〉 Embrace the 〈…〉 When we do mixe in a â—…real 〈◊〉 The late dead â—…ng and 〈…〉 In Westminster Religion shall 〈◊〉 The lofry longings of a States-mans Soul An Epitaph on a Prisoner for Debt who dyed of Feaver in the Counter HEre falls the trophie of a rich man's pride Who by a Creditor was crucified The Goal became his Cross a Feavers flashes Design'd his Death his Altar and his Ashes Therefore a Gamester lies under this Tyle To whom the Counter prov'd both Cross and Pyle A Bull made Sense AS Three were walking by a Hedge one cries I spye a cluster of red Black-berries The second laughed the third in his defence Said he would justifie it to be Sense And with this Question gravely steps between Are not Black-berries red when they are green On Cavaliers wearing of much Ribbon WOuld you know why sequester'd Cavaliers Like Haberdashers shops that vent smal wares Wear so much Ribbon Who