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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

ice and monstrous hills of snow Let others travell countreys strange to see Surely I thought 't was the worlds end with me A DIALOGUE A conference between two plain countreymen Tom and Will about deep matters of Religion CANTO Tune The Drainers are up Tom. Good Neighbour Will I prethee be plain With what religion shall we close Since every Sect doth stifly maintain That the tree of life in their garden grows Will. Ic'h tell thee Tom ' chave found the best Whatever men do write or say If thy vessel be bound for the city of rest True neighbourly love is the only way Let us fly away from the land of strife The Lamb hath bought us with a price And post to the holy river of life Which glideth through our Paradice See how those heavenly streams do set To fill our Souls with a living flood The tree of knowledge we will forget But the tree of life shall be our food The way to this river so pure and so cleer Which through the valley of love doth glide By resignation we must steer Humility is our faithful guide By faith we travell to a princely town Which wise men do call the fathers will Here we in the Sabaoth of rest will sit down And set up our tents on Mount Sion's hill In the Ocean of love let us freely swim To thee my Joy I drink this cup Come fill up the bowl unto the brim 'T is liquor divine then drink it all up Drink merrily Tom the Fountain it flows We have no enmity nor gall This cup to our friends and this to our foes A hearty carouze we tipple to all Tom. Let us take the to ' ther pull This liquor will make all darkness fly Why should we spare the Fountain is full And never can be drained dry Let greedy Misers wade in the mire Let squint-ey'd envy murder his brother Let hatred and malice remain in the fire Pure Nectar we drink and love one another Let Pharisees pray till their knees grow bare Let Gamesters cog the subtle dye Let Huntsmen pursue the silly Hare Let sober Citizens cozen and lie Let Courtiers dissemble let Scholars read The quirks and quibbles of old Aristotle Let Souldiers fight let Littleton plead We 'l cheerfully tame the to'ther bottle From North to South from East to West Inventions through the world do range Opinions in fine garments drest Like blazing Comets of the brain About religion they make foul work And into bloody wars they fall The Heathen the Jew the Christian the Turk This liquor will reconcile them all The flowers drink the pearly dew Like merry drunkards all in a row What though they are of various hue In neighbourly love together grow They merrily tipple and sweetly agree No quarrell about their cups they move They drink to each other then why should not we Drink liberal cups of innocent love A SONG TUNE Such a Rogue 's a Round-head What 's he who breaks the thunder crack And bids the raging Sea go back Unto his voice inclined Who doth the angry Ocean still And makes the winds obey his will Jehovah unconfined What 's he who gives the Sparrows meat And moves the rocks out of their seat Where first they were designed Who doth the crystal Springs invite And cloaths the lillies all in white Jehovah unconfined VVhat 's he who doth the stars advance VVhil'st round about the Globe they dance VVith earth-quake and with thunder Destroys great Cities of renown And makes the hills come tumbling down It is the Lord of wonder The Tyger I do keep in awe And to the Lyon am a law By my sole power confined 'T is I that bound the Sea and land Yet I above all bounds do stand Jehovah unconfined With Eagles wings survey all lands Number th' innumerable sands And write them in a story View every thing that 's gone and past Though time it self must end at last There 's no end of my glory The clouds I suck out of the Seas And make them fall where I do please To fill the earth with treasure The Sea the Sands the stars survey The mountains in a ballance weigh My power thou canst not measure All things do in and to me flow The things above and those below Are Servants to my pleasure The heighths the depths are in my hand The bredths and lengths at my command My power thou canst not measure The Rant is dead the Quake must dy All forms before my presence fly By my sole power designed The Names they are the stumbling stone Eternal life in all is one Jehovah unconfined Thy wisdom will and holy shew Must perish like the early dew And when thou art resigned I 'le take thee in mine arms again For I in thee alone will reign Jehovah unconfined If sweetness be thy souls delight Carnation Pink and Lillies white All flowers bound up in posies Arabian Gums and Indian spice My bosome is the Paradice The Paradice of Roses The secret Cabinets below Where yellow gold and silver grow Do all obey my pleasure Pearls Diamonds that sparkling be All these am I come dwell with me And I will be thy treasure A Catholick Hymn TUNE If there be a Phoenix in the world 't is she OPinion rules the humane state And domineers in ev'ry land Shall Seas and Mountains seperate Whom God hath joyn'd in natures band Dwell they far off or dwell they near They are all my Fathers children dear Features and colours of the hair Why meet they not in harmony The yellow black the brown the fair All tinctures of variety In single simple love alone Millions of colours are but one The Nightingale doth never say Though he be King of harmony Unto the Cuckoo and the Jay Why sing you not so sweet as I Each sing their own in loves fair eye Their tongues complete one melody Lend me the bright wings of the morn That I about the world may run From Cancer unto Capricorn Far swifter than the flaming Sun Where e're my winged Soul doth fly All 's fair and lovely in mine eye In the phlegmatick I sweetness find The melancholly grave and wise The sanguine merry to my mind From choller flames of love arise In single simple love alone All these complexions are but one Behold the painful labouring hand And those that keep their harmless sheep The country Swain that ploughs the land The Merchant that doth plough the deep Each do their work in love alone One works for all and all for one With open arms let me imbrace The Heathen Christian Turk and Jew The lovely and deformed face The sober and the Jovial Crew For this I see in love alone All forms and features are but one I love with all mine heart and soul The French the Dutch the Englishman The Dane the Swede the Turk the Pole The Spaniard and the African For this I see in love alone All nations reconcil'd are one Thence sail I with my love as far As China

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