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A95557	Mad verse, sad verse, glad verse and bad verse. Cut out, and slenderly sticht together, by John Taylor. Who bids the reader either to like or dislike them, to commend them, or come mend them.	Taylor, John, 1580-1653.	1644 (1644)	Wing T479; Thomason E46_13; ESTC R22802	4,745	9

insatiate Gripers Swore to return my name I feard what may come And left my wife a dying and away come My wrongs my griefes and sicknesse so had wearied her Shee dy'd they sold my goods and fairly buried her Th'usurping Jsaack Major did hate me deadly But yet I got his passe by meere Chaunce-Medly I tooke a Boate and up to Windsor went I Whereas of Rebells of all sorts were plenty Some great Commanders who were Tradesemen broaken Grown rich with Plunder late scarse worth a Token Some Cobling Preachers some perfidious Nobles The Church the King and Kingdomes cursed troubles Besides a crew of base Knaves Omnium Gatherum Shuffle 'em together and the Divell father 'um One of their Generall Essex Life-Guard was there Who struck me as I up the street did passe there He calld me pretty surnames Rogue and Traytor Malignant and the Parliaments great hater And Spy and to the Kings use then that I would Betray the Town and Castle both if I could That villaine had a mighty mind to bast me But I from him did to the Castle hast me Where Peterboroughs Earle and the Lord Rochfort Pardon my Rime good Reader I must botch for 't They knew me and did entertaine me friendly And askt at what place did my journies end lye I said to Abingdon and that to Henly I would go that night if I might passe cleanly Or safely from my Lord of Essex Catives Whose carriage shewed they were not Englands Natives The Noble Rebells kindly did discard me And caused some Souldiers through their Guards to guard me And so I Windsor left what can be more said And weary went to Henly as aforesaid But when to Maidenhead I was advanced Vpon three Ragged Rebells there I chanced Who all to Henly company did beare me And in the mid-way in a wood did feare me For in the Thicket of tall Oakes and Beeches Me thought I heard 'em mutter scurvy speeches One said old man the Coat you now are wearing Is much too hot and heavy for your bearing The second spide a bag wherein I carried Things for my use as my occasions varied These two demanded and I durst not grudge it But strait delivered them my Coat and Budget The third man which did make their number triple Offered his service like a kind disciple Quoth he of that man you to much have shar'd him And of his goods and moveables have par'd him Shall I that of your Company am third man Have nothing shall I be a base absurd man My friend quoth I all is not quite bereft me My selfe is yet mine owne my selfe is left me I 'm weary carry me they have my cloathing And thou shalt carry me that 's more then nothing With that they laught outright I faining smiled And so the tedious way with talke beguiled My leash of Rascalls were mad Blades right Bilboes True tatter'd Rogues in breech shirts skirts and elboes They sung and danc'd the Morris like maide Marrian And sweat and stunk as sweet as sugar Carrion I mus'd if they were pleas'd to jeere and fob me Or if they meant to jest with me or Rob me But they to me prov'd Rebells with some reason They had not learn'd their Grammar Rules of Treason They kindly brought me to a wholsome Alehouse Where merrily we drank like foure good fellowes With songs and tales and now and then a story And ' ere we fell a sleep we sung John Dorrye They gave me all which they from me had got then Deceiving me cause they deceiv'd me not then I left both them and Henly and away I To Abingdon by shutting in of day I Came to the Kings Head my owne Brothers house and Of welcomes I had some part of a thousand 'T was neare the time of Marches Equinoctiall J had good meat and such drink as would fox ye all Ther 's many Barrell full turn'd Turvey Topsie And many a But hath dropt away the dropsie That there 's good fare and entertainment proper For Love for Gold for Silver and for Copper At Abingdon I staid almost a fortnight The dayes wax'd long and each day had a short night Much about Easter time I came to Oxford Where are some few knaves and some Mizers Fox-furd In Christ-Church Garden then a gladsome sight was My Sover●igne Lord and many a Peere and Knight was The Hopefull Prince and James Dux Eboracensis Whom God defend from Rebells false pretences The Sunne of Sacred Majesty did frustrate My former griefes and all my joyes Illustrate His gratious Eye did see where I did stand strait He came to me puts forth his Royall hand strait Which on my knees I humbly kneeld and kist it I rather had left all I had then mist it But now at Oxford I was safe arrived How to be well imployed my Braines contrived My purse was turn'd a Brownist or a Round-head For all the Crosses in it were confounded To some Imployment I my selfe must settle Fire must be had to boyle the Pot and Kettle Then by the Lords Commissioners and also By my good King whom all true Subjects call so I was commanded with the Water-Baylie To see the Rivers clensed both nights and dayly Dead Hogges Dogges Cats and well flayd Carryon Horses Their noysom Corpes soyld the Waters Courses Both swines and Stable dunge Beasts guts and Garbage Street durt with Gardners weeds and Rotten Herbage And from those Waters filthy putrifaction Our meat and drink were made which bred Jnfection My selfe and partner with cost paines and travell Saw all made clean from Carryon Mud and Gravell And now and then was punisht a Delinquent By which good meanes away the filth and stink went Besides at all commands we serv'd all warrants To take Boats for most necessary errants To carry Ammunition food and fewell The last of which last Winter was a Jewell Poor Souldiers that were Maim'd or sick or wounded By the curst meanes of some Rebellious Roundhead To carry and recarry them our care was To get them Boats as cause both here and there was Thus have I been imployd besides my trade is To write some Pamphlets to please Lords and Ladies With Gentlemen or others that will read them Whose wits I hope not over much will heed them To all these services I am immediate Obedient willing at occasions ready at My Riches is my Lame Legge let the blame lye Vpon that Legge because I have writ Lamelye FINIS

MAD VERSE SAD VERSE GLAD VERSE and Bad VERSE Cut out and slenderly sticht together By JOHN TAYLOR Who bids the Reader either to like or dislike them to Commend them or Come Mend them May 10th Oxford 1644 I Weeping sing the maddest mad Rebellion That ever Story told or Tongue can tell ye on The Barbarous Wars of th' Heathen Gothes and Vandalls Did never make their names such Odious Scandalls The Turkes the Jewes the Canniballs and Tartars Ne're kept such wicked Rude unruly Quarters Jerusalems Eleazer Iohn and Simon Did ne're yeeld Poet baser stuffe to Rime on Not bloody Sylla or consuming Marius Into so many mischiefes could e're carry us The Roman and th' Jmperiall Guelphes and Gibellins Vnto our English Rebells are but Quiblins Not Munsters Iohn a Leyd or Knipperdoling Did ever use such Pilling and such Poleing Nor was their Cheating or their Hare-braind trouble like As ours rais'd by the faithlesse Faith call'd Publique The Royall twain Lancastrians and Yorkists Were ne're so mad as those Cornuted Forkists The Heard of all the Councell called Common Hath shewed such wisedome as was seen by no man And many of the Rich and Reverend Aldermen Saving their Beards in wit were never Balder-men The Citizens of all Trades poor taine Wedgeons Were hardly more in number then Religions That one may say of London what a Towne i st Is it quite Metamorphos'd and turn'd Brownist Or shivered into Sects alas how apt ist To be a Familist or Anabaptist And last of all and which of all the worst is To be Rebellious which of all accurst is The two pretended Houses at Westminster Have made a stirre as there hath never bin stirre To equall it and with Religions Mantle They Rifle England by patch piece and Cantle The Documents of Burton Prinne and Bastwick Inspires the People mindes and Braines fantastick Whilst the Committee close or close Committee Makes many Thousands sing a dolefull Dittie Where daily feares are stamp'd and new Coynd Iealousies For King and Kingdomes spoyle both Fire and Bellowes is Their Whirlegigges their Vanes and Haslerigges Whose wisedomes are approv'd like Tarletons lygges Mild-may that monster never be received That Judas like his Maisters trust deceived And let that Pye within the Oven be burned That ' gainst his Maker is a Rebell turned Let Say be lesse esteem'd then rotten Buckram And Holland scorn'd and stink like lousie Lockram May Deering a rare Gem a deare Ring be he And Circle turn'd at the Triangle Tree be And I may say of thee O London London What hath thy sword and shield thy Pike and Gun done O what hath many a Mothers wicked son done But made their Magazen of mischiefe London Thrice happy had it been for our Tranquillitie If th' Authors of this damned Incivilitie Had been a little checkt by Gregory Brandon With every one a Hempen twisted Band on Because I wrote some Pamphlets that were printed In hope thereby their madnesse might be stinted For which my kindnesse they were still ingratefull And every day with troubles fild my Pate full Abusing my sincere and good Intentions With foule prejudicate and false Inventions For since the time that first I understood men I ne're writ any thing to anger good men But I have lasht at Nose-wise Scripture Picklers At Separatists and lawlesse Conventicklers Who are this Kingdomes wasting Maledictions The Kings the Churches and the Lands Afflictions They said I was a Villaine and most fervent In Roguery for I was the Kings sworne Servant They did so farre detest me and abhorre me They caused a Messenger to be sent for me He used me kindly for which cause here I name The man a wonder and men call him Binehame He said mine Enemies were full of malice Wider from truth then Dover is from Callice Their fowle Complaints quoth he are scimble scamble Mere Froth and Vapour yet we two must amble Before the close Committees great Tribunall Whose Orders have put Order out of Tune all To Merchant-Taylors-Hall as I remember He brought me neare the ending of November The yeare of sixteene hundred forty and two Whereas false Accusations I did stand to Aethiopian Corbet Isaack high and mighty Look'd grim their very countenance would fright ye They charg'd me with such words that I had spoken Which had I spoke my Neck they would have broken That Pym Kimbolton Haslerigge Strode Hampden And Hollis Rebells which the learned Campden Nor Stow Howes Speed old Fabian Cooper Grafton In all their Chronicles they never left one For Teason with those six to be compared Or dar'd to do the like as they have dared They said I said those six a cursed Crew were That they to God King Kingdom never true were That they were Rogues and Theeves full of oppression Rebells and Traitors for which foul Transgression Because they all grew rich by Robbing others Made Sirelesse Sons So as Sirelesse Sonlesse Mothers By Rapine bringing Thousands unto Beggery For which they all deserv'd reward from Gregory These dangerous accusations I deny'd all My conscience knew that they from Truth were wide all And that my ' accusers that sought my disgrace there Not one of them did dare to show his face there Vpon which answer they did straight acquit me Yet to the Messenger they did Commit me But he spake for me I did humbly wooe them He said at any time I should come to them The honest Messenger gat me discharged And to the Tavern we went both enlarged Where I did give him thanks in Sack and Claret And for his paines had but a small fee for it My Rascall Enemies did dayly watch me And vow'd to do me mischiefe if they catch me To Murder me they many times way-laid me And near the Guild-Hall once had like t' have payd me For as my selfe and two more honest men was One Quart at three-tons Tavern drinking then was The cursed Crew more then six score to 'th hundred Did swear tha● Limb from Limb I should be sundred My friends and I Amaz'd did much admire on Wherefore the House so Rudely they Inviron But I perceiving t' was no time to dally Slipt through a smoke shop in t' a narrow Alley And so into a street men call Cat-Eaten And by that meanes scap'd more then being Beaten My Wife lay long sick many troubles prickt me Necessity did divers wayes Afflict me The King my Maister justly was offended And on his Service my Estate depended He and His Royall Queen my gracious Mistris Were driven from us His Servants left in distresse Where we poor fellows were despis'd and hated And to give Money ' gainst our Maister Rated But I with others crav'd to be excused Some give some gave not flatly I refused My King and 's Father gave me cloath and Wa●●● Which Motive sure His Servants all ingages But too too many a Rascall worse then Iudas Have given the Rebells Money like a Lewd Asse The generation of abhorred Vipers The Coyn-Collectors most