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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

Zone burns up the fruitful grass The frigid turns it all to icy glass There love and anger both together dwell A countrey seated between heaven and hell With you love friezes and grows wondrous cold Our constant amities are never old That friendship which some thousand years hath run Is now as fresh as when it first begun Things alwayes present nothing past and gone One heart one mind we number all by one Arithmetick with us allows not two To sing and love is all we have to doe In every soul love throws his flaming darts The flame 's so great no frost can frieze our hearts Incompast with the glories of the Dove Whose gentle breath doth melt us into love Nothing so kind as he who is our brother Nothing so dear as we to one another Love without wrath whose garment hath no spot Tyes all our hearts in one eternal knot No striving to be high or to be best For he 's the greatest Prince that is the least He stands upon the mount and is most tall Who is the humblest and the low'st of all Titles of honour bubbles in the air Why should they soar who noble princes are Ambitious Nimrods who to heaven wo'd climbe The tower of honour long before their time All aim at greatness all men wo'd be Kings They take their flight with raw unplumed wings Those that in sweet humility lye low Are lifted up whether they will or no. To purchase Dukedoms we take no delight The meanest Subject in this land 's a Knight The name of Earl what honour doth it bring To him that is enthron'd a crowned King We wear the crown which you now strive to win Look not on things below but turn thou in With all the strength of faith and thou shalt see The Star that guided us will tutor thee He 'l lay thy soul in such a slumbring trance Thou wilt admire thy former ignorance When he shall freely to thy Soul impart The open cabinet of his rich heart ●n the clear beams of loves eternal light The Prophets and Apostles they did write Their book stood open where was drawn in pages The History of all succeeding ages Things present past to come as they did pass Were represented in a perfect glass And if their book of life were once unsealed All things to all man-kind would be revealed My time is spent appointed by the powers The Angels call me to their cristal bowers Since thou must dwell among the Sons of men In this vain world a forlorn Citizen ●ollow my Councel and all Idols quit The rock Self-love where millions have been split T is self that seeks to mount into the Saddle That he may murder Jesus in the cradle ●t swept like a dire plague where e're it ran And hath infected all this world call'd man ●n an insulting domineering high rant Stalks in the steps of the Sicilian Tyrant This word call'd Love which makes the world run mad Hath now more faces than e're Janus had Many false loves there are for in the tryal The Touchstone proves there is but one that 's loyal The Puritan will sing an amorous Sonnet To sensual love the Zelot vails his Bonnet All light their Torches at Don Cupid's lamp This bastard love hath not the royal stamp For some fair face madmen and fools will dye Because it is delightful to the eye For gold men sail o're Seas of flaming fire Because it gives them all they can desire Flowers whose pleasing odors do excell We love not for themselves but for their smell Whatsoe're pleaseth all men strive to win it And at the bottome self is still within it This coin it will not pass 't is counterfeit Self love is grown to be a general cheat 'T is chaff that 's blown away with every fan All creatures have this love as much as man Unfixed meteors like the wandring light Which doth deceive the Passenger by night Friendship 's dissolv'd and love grows wondrous lean When greater interests do intervene Love from the fountain which is rarely found Loves ' cause it loves and hath none other ground Canst thou love loveliness when clouds do shade it Not for thy interest but his that made it Canst thou with love and pity then bemoan it Because it hath his superscription on it Canst thou draw Fountain-water from a puddle And swim in joy in the height and top of trouble Canst thou make crosses thy delight and pleasure And from the depths of hell drag heaps of treasure A Virgin undefiled in the mire Eat Thunderbolts and swallow flaming fire Canst thou with Jonathan a David take When Scepter Crown and Kingdom lye at stake Canst thou imbrace what all men discommend Call naked poverty thy bosome friend What mortals fear canst thou shake hands with death When he doth come to blow away thy breath Couldst thou a sacrificed Victim be For him that lyes in wait to murder thee Canst thou write self i' th' number of the Martyrs And lay poor Lazarus where thy Strumpet quarters Thy dear and onely Isaac canst thou leave him In his fair hands from whom thou didst receive him Hast thou this love though it be ne're so little Then thou hast something that deserves the title The mysteries this good man did unfold I wish'd they had been written all in gold Transported with high wonder and delight Ending his speech he vanisht out of sight To Pharaoh's plenteous land I next did row Which famous fruitful Nile did overflow The land was good but for a cursed law That I my self must gather all my straw To make my tale of bricks if I grew dull My shoulders paid the reckoning to the full And what was worse my mind doth yet abhor it My work being done I had no wages for it Some that did sing and caroll all the day Carouse and tipple they had all the pay These spent their time in merriment and laughing Rewarded richly with a crown for quaffing We feed and intercommon with the swine They at their great Lords table daily dine To swallow bran and husks we are not nice They banquet on the fruit of Paradice Imprison'd like a blackbird in a Cage Poor puddle-water is our beverage Rich Nectar cannot their quick pallate scape Nor the heart-blood of the most noble grape With golden ornaments and silk arraid On beds of down with diamonds o'relaid They rest and feast in jollity and mirth Our bones in rags on the despised earth What e're they do is paid with smiles and graces Our crimes are all unboweld to our faces For which beside the sorrow and the cost Our backs are feasted at some Whipping-post These have no other leader but the Dove Their meat their drink their rich attire is love They Kings and Princes are no cruel law Conscience to fright or keep their minds in awe They dance they sing they frollick sport and play For all the year is but one holyday The father does the work the children play And

to the Indian shoar The Artick and Antartick Star The Tawny and the Blackamoor From thence I travell round about To countreys never yet found out My heart my heart is very sick All nations of the earth I woo My Soul is turning Catholick And so is my religion too The Deity in all doth move So universal is my love An Hymn of Love TUNE True blew c. Gentle love hath no dissention In our holy Christendom He will end all wild contention Hell and death he 'l overcome Love that 's of no price accounted Tossed like a Tennis-ball On his white horse bravely mounted He will ride to conquer all Heav'n and Hell with wealth shall store him The fatness of the holy land Victory doth march before him The Lamb and Dove at his right hand To the battel he advances His colour's oriental blew Not with guns and ordinances Adversaries to subdue In his eye there are such blisses Enemies it overthrows With imbraces smiles and kisses He will conquer all his foes Low humility befriends him Meekness patience and the rest Noble charity attends him To provide for every guest Here 's no begging or intreating None do labour plow or sow ●od provided without sweating The tree of life doth freely grow In his house there dwells no danger Steward Hospitality Kindly welcomes every stranger Prest with friendless poverty Bounty crowneth all their wishes Entertains with chearful breast Plenty ushers in the dishes Grand purveyor of the feast Dishes rich innumerable But of all this princely fare Quoth love mine heart is on the table Feed my Joy and do not spare Noble Angels sweetly singing Tunes of heav'nly melody In the midst a fountain springing They that drink can never dye Measured dances nimbly tracing Fires of love that always flame Hugging kissing and imbracing Singing praises to the Lambe Love within and love without them Love doth all his treasure lend Peace and joy dwells round about them Peace and joy that hath no end Immanuel is all our story He is our royal diadem To him be glory glory glory We are his new Hierusalem An Epitaph Hymn c. On the death of the Lady Maria Mannors daughter to the noble Earl and Heroick Countess of Rutland and Sister to the Lord Ross Maiden of honour born of princely stem A virgin in the new Hierusalem Rose in sweet Paradice pluckt in the morn In her dear Virgin bridegrooms bosome worn Angels about this angel dance and sing Musick when love doth move on every string Among the Martyrs and the heav'nly Quire Numbred with those who chant to David's lyre New triumphs now exchang'd for transitory On her fair temples a rich crown of glory Rivers of pleasure full unto the brink Such as the Prophets and Apostles drink The Angels entertainment in eandem VVElcome sweet Angel to our christal bowers A star thou art among the immortal powers To be a Lamb in the grand shepherds flock Is more than to be born of princely stock Thou now hast scap'd those doubts those cares and fears Which would have waited on thy riper years Thy lover till December would not stay But hug'd thee hence in thy fresh blooming May. A Dove among the Doves thou here may'st play Cutting thy passage through the milkie way Till thy dear Bridegroom with his favour grace thee Whose arms are always open to imbrace thee Hymnus in eandem The Bridegrooms Salutation TUNE When the stormy winds do blow I Took thee on a suddain In all thy glories drest I cropt thee in the budding To wear thee in my brest My rosie blooming blossome My lovely flower thou art I 'le hug thee in my bosome A jewel in mine heart Thou hast given me thy virgin power Mine honour to advance And all the joys that heaven can showr Are thine inheritance I 'le tincture thee with blisses My flames of love to pay With sweet unnumbered kisses We dally out the day The Angels are invited The Supper ready drest The holy lamps are lighted For our eternal feast Banquets to thy desiring On tables rich appear I 'le give thee such attiring The noble Angels wear The sacred knot which I have knit No power can untie Duallity I 'le not admit Our We is turn'd to I One heav'nly flesh one blood and bone One life not transitory The Male and Female both in one One undivided glory I 'le gather thee sweet posies Sweet posies of rich price Of July-flowers and Roses That grow in Paradice Let shepherds call on Phillis As fair as fair may be More beautifull than Lillies My Jewel is to me The Cherubims advancing In all their beams of light The little Angels dancing About this Angel bright Sweet harmony rebounded In all the heav'nly Spheres Such melody ne're sounded In any mortal ears A Song of Hospitality TUNE The Drainers are up They threaten to drain the Kingdom dry GIve me the golden age again When wine did welcome every guest When that good Knight Sr. Loyn did reign Plover and Patridge did flie to the feast Since bold Copernicus hath found New nations never known before The tottering world by turning round Hath turn'd poor Charity out of door Where 's the bouncing Buck we so much boast Whereon good fellows did heartily feed When Shoulder of mutton did rule the roast O then 't was a merry world indeed What 's become of our Capon our Chicken and Veal The Miser ingrosseth them all in his Hutch Long-winded prayer and left-handed zeal Makes lame hospitality lean on a crutch A Gammon of Bacon is very good meat With a piping Pig new drawn from the spit With plowing on both sides the Plowman doth sweat That worlds at an end now the Devil a bitt March beer in black Jacks as big as ones waste But locks and keys have robbed the Hall When our friendly * wine of Catholick Love liquor they freely do taste The Butterie and Pantrie will fly open to all SELF O Self that art the cause of all our sadness The whole world is involved in thy madness And I that write this would that I could see Accursed Self that I were rid of thee Had Self been hang'd on Judas tree Had he been drown'd in Pharaoh's fall But O! he lives in thee and me To plague and to torment us all Self-reason doth all mischief breed The Tyrant proud that would be King The Serpent and the Serpents seed The Dragon with invenom'd sting Herod that did the children slay False Judas that did Christ betray True love doth conquer hell and sin VVer 't not for love that cures all evils Disarms the angry Cherubin This world were a meer den of Devils Th'arraign condemn at their own bar Thieves punish thieves all Judges are A Littany FRom drinking up the labourers sweat From making war without a Warrant From climbing to the Judgment Seat From running on a sleeveless errant From all my fetters set me free And from my Self deliver me From the dissemblers yea and nay From

stronger by thy fall I 'le land thee on the sweet delightfull Shore The land of Peace whence thou canst fall no more Thou art my Virgin-bride I will assure thee With endless joys my heart shall be thy Dowry Treasures and pleasures of the greatest price With all the gloryes of sweet Paradice In mine infolded arms I●le gently take thee When all the world of slippery friends forsake thee The world doth love it self it 's own is dearest When it is furthest off then am I nearest When friendly death shall cut thy fatall clue Thine extream unction shall be Hallelue Death shall no Cobling nor no Bugbear be But a safe passage to felicity A friendly Ferry-man to waft thee o're Safe from all danger to th' Elysian shore What if he take this garment off that 's worn Withered with age with winters fury torn From mine own Wardrobe I will cloath my Dear With garment rich such as the Angels wear I 'le give thee Adams garment without spot When he was naked and yet knew it not Rivers of heavenly wine full to the brim Wherein the Prophets and Apostles swim Anthems of joy thy Soul for ever singing The Tree of life in thine own bosome springing With all the favours of my love I 'le grace thee With Doves and towring Eagles I will place thee With all the little lambs that know no guile With constant Martyrs that in death did smile With Cherubins and Seraphims inrol'd And all the princely Patriarchs of old VVith Abraham Isaac Jacob and the Quire That chant my praises on King Davids lyre And thou that dost delight in humble verse Poor homely strains my glory to rehearse Chanting my praise and Babels overthrow Shalt sing a new Song which thou dost not know Thy Ship hath sail'd on Seas where billows roar On thy right hand behold the pleasant shoar Now having run thy rude tempestuous race Thy travells end cast Anchor in this place This is the place of pleasure and delight Upon this Rock thy ne plus ultra write Set up thy Pillar here 't is holy ground This is the Rock which hell cannot confound My sleep unto its period now was come I wisht ' thad lasted till the day of doom The miracles I saw in this short Dream For some brave 〈◊〉 were a noble Theam Sweet flowing pens tears from all eyes compelling But mine perhaps hath spoyl'd the Tale in telling The Sight strange wonder and amazement drew For when I wak'd I found it to be true ITER Bevoriale I sing no civil war nor what did fall To Palmerine or Am●dis de gaul Prince Arthurs story shall no paper blot Nor the conceited pranks of Don Quixot If mad Orlando wild and furious be What 's his divine Angellica to me Rouze they that list the Lyon in his den A brisk and Bonny-Tale flows from my pen Like the idle dreams fanta●…ue Poets faign Or those fond Fables Midwives entertain Over a smiling cup of simpering Ale Of tall Tom Thumb and doughty Jack o' th' Vale. Now lend your ear as we from Belvoir came Own'd by a noble Lord and princely Dame All our discourse our welcome and our 〈◊〉 Our merry hearts light as our Purses were We had no ships at Sea to make us sad Lost in a tempest when the winds are mad We never did abuse the Commonweal By vertue of our place and the Broad Seal As some Land Pirates nor all down the hate And heavy curse of an incensed State We broach no projects no inventions brew Nor damn old Doctrine by inventing new Plunder the publick for our private gain Nor are we Spyes or Pentioners to Spain I hope it is no Treason then to sing And say God bless our Soveraign Lord the KING With such cleer Souls like sober Snails we creep To our desired Harbour where we sleep Sounder than Swallows or industrious Bees Who rest all winter in old hollow trees Sol now is climbing up the Eastern hill Our mornings-draught good boy and then a Bill 〈…〉 imis Sawee what Reck'ning have we here ●●m for Fire Tobacco wine and Beer Summa totalis Well the to'ther pot And then thy Mistriss lip shall cleer the shot So taking leave of ev'ry Chamberlain Lo at the door the Ghost of Tamberlain Of bulk as burly as an Oak stood forth A sturdy Gallant sailing from the North Fair Sirs said he will you be pleas'd to own A wandring Traveller that is unknown The ways are foul and we have far to ride He that 's alone doth measure ev'ry stride That in the tented field I have been bred Where winking Stars have lighted me to bed Circled with pale-fac'd Death on ev'ry side ●s such a truth that cannot be deny'd ●eap you the pleasure of my passed broils ●eed on my language and forget the miles To this in courtesie we did consent ●o up we got and on our Journey went To pay my love which he accounts a charge ●e draws the Picture of his life at large ●y Jove said he I more degrees have run Than Drake or Candish or the trav'ling Sun ●he proudest Kingdoms in the world have kist ●y wandring foot I have them in a list ●uina Madagascar and Japan ●ook in the Map the world is but a span ●e Globe a Foot-ball kickt from pole to pole ●e that hath Gold is sure to win the Goale ●y self first found the passage to Cathay ●●rra del Fogo and incognita ●hot the Gulph leapt o're the Line at noon ●hence passed to the new world in the moon ●he horrid battails O the dismall wars ●hat I have seen witness these speaking skars Which like so many gaping mouths appear ●nd I as bracelets on my limbs do wear ●s language was all Thunder when he spake ●…e thought the center of the earth did shake ●y Sanco panco much dejected Reeve ●●ke a pale Image pulls me by the sleeve ●●en whispers in mine ear good Sir be wise Do you not see those pistols in his eyes That shoot me dead are all thy spirits fled Where 's that grave Oracle that subtle head VVrapt in a Turbant Mahomet put on VVhen he did frame his foolish Alchoran Thy body too in more warm woollen clad Than thy great Grandsire courage then my Lad Intrench'd in thine own Pallisado ly And all the Instruments of death defy Gun Dagger Sword Grannado and Petar VVhat other engines by the Sons of war At hand devis'd for slaughter or aloof A wastcoteer so lin'd is Cannon-proof VVords are but wind the silly Swain was sick By nature and complexion Phlegmatick A trembling Palsy on his heart did sit Like one arrested with an Ague-fit At last kind Soul he weeps shaking his head VVith broken hollow voice Sir we are dead VVe are beset besieg'd by Sea and land And his companions in each corner stand Like forlorn Scouts see see y'on yonder hill I nothing see but Bushes and a Mill. O they are men it is in vain to fly And I alas am not