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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A68703	Philomythie, or, Philomythologie wherin outlandish birds, beasts, and fishes, are taught to speake true English plainely / by Tho: Scot ...	Scot, Tho. (Thomas), fl. 1605.	1622 (1622)	STC 21871; ESTC S1126	100,451	231

If sport hurt so O what will open force and malice do Thy King rides hunts and falls Are horses then Turn'd traitors too will beasts proue like to men Can Kings finde sportfull peace so hazardous To armes then Caesar shun the Senate house Like poison ponyards pistols Death a●oue Attends on ' Pr●nces when they feed sleep moue B●neath like powder that the ground they tread Seemes all one continent to quicke and dead And is 't not so with others too behold This silly Fencer in his ignorance bold Think 's his submissiue sorrow will suffice For that vnhappy thrust at Sanquiers eyes And begging pardon seemes to haue it then What foole dares trust the vnseald words of men Yet Turner will A reconciled foe Seemes a true friend to him would haue him so He thinks now Dunne is dead to die in peace but blood cries out for blood and doth not cease Till vengeance followes Vengeance euen at hand Whaits like a treacherous Groome of Sanquiers and When Turner nothing of his neere death thinkes But laughes plaies to his deaths-man drinkes Let 's his charg'd pistoll flie whose mouth spits lead With fire-wing'd speede striking the Fencer dead No ward auoides that blow Pal● Death we see A fellow-gamester in all sports will be The Murtherers flee Iusti●e pursues with speede Th' Abettor Actor Author of this deede Who apprehended apprehend too late If friends helpe not the issue of their fate But friends will help One steps vnto the King Kneeles and thus pleads Leige Lord you are the spring From whence Nobilitie flowes And all our blood The neerer yours it comes the neerer good As you first gaue so let your power preserue Those that are set a part the Crowne to serue● Others by fit election these by fate Are made hereditarie to the State Distinguish'd from the common ranke of those Who only know they are not when they rose And priuiled●ge aboue the raskall rout Whose words and deeds haue reference to account Else why did our bold fathers with the losse Of lymmes and liues honors for vs ingrosse O why do these new Nobles de●r●ly buy Those attributes for which they dare not die Or why should land or gold● which all things can Be giuen for ●itles if they mend not man And something adde besides an emptie sound To recompence the glosse of gold and ground If honour doth nought but a name afford A Lordship then is bette● then a Lord. Nobilitie this priuiledge doth bring It makes the owner something like a king Exempting him from penall lawes which crack With heauy pressure the poore Commons back This Sir I speake t' excite your royall power To rescue Noble Sanquir who this houre Is by the too-strick't vnrespectiu● lawes Condemn'd to die a villa ines d●ath The cause And quarrell this The Barron chanc'd to play With a rude Fencer where both did bewray Their best ability at Rapier foyles The ●encer to vphold his credit toyles But wanteth skill which makes his hate arise And with an enuious thrust at Sanquirs eyes The wicked and inchant●d foyle depriu●s An eye of sight worth many Fencers liues The suffering Lord forbeares to kill him then But being after scorn'de by watermen Fidlers and such base instruments of hell For this foule blemish his great heart did swell And full of noble courage loth to do So blacke a de●de himselfe he puts it to His mans performance who obaide too soone Repentan●e came before the deede was done The equall lawes to equalls doth appoint An eye should haue an eye ioynt answere ioynt But where suc●●ddes of persons be I ghesse An eye should haue a life to boote no lesse Yet not on this or that doth Sanquir stand His death his life his doome is in your hand He doth confesse the foulnesse of his guilt He sorrowes for the blood that he hath spilt Your mercy royall Sir he doth implore For this rash act who neuer beg'd before Scarce had he don● and e're the king could speake An other thus begins If you should wreake Each English peasants life with bloud so hie As noble Sanquir is No memorie Of your faire traine of Natiue Scots should stand To let times know the glory of that land Souldiers must doffe their armes and gowns put on If villaines so foule may passe vpon Lords vnreueng'de or if those antique names Those honors trophees and eternall fames We got by killing many Englishmen Be for the death of one thus lost agen If thus to quench the fewde you pleased are You thereby quench the heart of lawfull warre Remember what a souldier he hath bin How easly might forget it was a sinne And thinke he did but chastice one of those Who'gainst his Leader muteni'de and rose Many of th' English haue been pardoned For treasons capitall Some honored For their knee-seruice and no other merit Then Sir let vs who lineally inherit Allegeance worth and honours sometime finde You left not all your Scottish blood behinde Nor meane to leaue vs in the hands of ●hose Who kill with law more friends then fewdes kil foes Thus ended he And then as in a Queere Of solemne singers one shall euer heare● After the Trebles hath the Antheme sung And their diuisions with shrill vtterance ●ung The Base the Tenor Counter-tenor sweet With Howboyes Cornets Trumpets Organs meet And ioyne their hye-stretcht notes that all the ring Seemes Eccho-like their sonnets to resing So did the graue and gallant troope which stood About the King like a dew-dropping wood Conuey their powres to make this consort full And cryed Be stil'd King ●ames the mercifull Or if to satisfie the course of law And stop Opinions wide-gull swallowing iaw Life must haue life take Carlis●e one for one And one to boote too so this Lord be none With that as if all aymes would this aduance Comes from the Regent and the King of France Letters intreating for their Pensioners life And last as if the difference of a wife Should from this fact take characters to know A true good wife from a good wife in show Comes his forsaken Lady all in blacke W●ose youth from him did due beneuolence lacke Weeping intreating for her lost Lords sinne And then like fullomes that run euer in A baile of Gossips some true beggars borne Pittying this Lord more then the Lord of Lorne Beg his remission with obstreperous voice But mongst the rest she that made lowdest noise Was Turners Widdow whose shrill throat did yell That she was satisfied and all was well The king abhord it and his vpright heart Beholding these assaults on euery part Made it his glory to be onely good And from his crowne to wipe those staines of blood Thus he replies● The crowne for Iustice sake Heau'n plac'd vpon our head which none can shake Or touch till with vniustice we make way And for respect that strict rule disobay God is our Guard of proofe that we may be A guard to you vnpartiall iust and

good They first must pray so vndeserued gold Ill got we waste and haue no power to hold● Then they proceed to words from words to blowes The way to ill is easie but who knowes The Clue that we returne by hence proceeds A Challenge from wrong'd Wharton Steward needs No such stale prouocation Mischiefes feet Are swift to blood their quicke desires soon meet And met soone fight bold Steward falls by Fate Wharton by Chance those powers each other hate So I haue seene from th' Indies East and West Two Ships well rigg'd and mann'd vpon the brest Of Thetis d●ncing spreading flags abroad For ioy of their long-wisht-for English roade Past now all dangerous Ro●ks● Gulphs Pyrats Sand Ready t'vnlade their rich fraught on firme land And tell the story of their perils past And frolicke with glad friends in peace at last When spying each other so bedeckt adorn'd With outward pomp ones pride the other scorn'd And from that enuious scorn some word proceeding And from that word some blow from that blow bleeding Then giuing way to fury all inrag'd Both are in desp'rate tearmes of fight ingag'd The fire in water Lead in th' ayre their center Doe madly seeke and both these r●dely enter The strong ships wombe and ransac●e euery hold For pretious life neglecting Indi●n gold The shot seems thunder but the dying grones Of slaughtered soules shrike louder deeper tones Then roring Cannons whose thicke charging rout Le ts water freely in and poures bloud out In this hot fight both firmly doe defend Both nimbly do assault both madly spend Strength skill and all to hurt Conquest inclines To neither part as partiall Equall lines Are drawne betwixt them both by Fate and Chance Till th' one his topsaile fairely doth aduance To win the winde and in that vantage flies With force and fury on his foe who plies All meanes to salue this losse and to regaine Faire ods or equall standing once againe But all in vaine fortune the winde and sea Con●ederate with the aduerse seeme to be So this to sinke rather then yeeld resolues And halfe his tatter'd sides the Sea inuolues When th' other couetous grapples with his foe To bourd and rob him and being chained so The s●ip that leaks sinks and with his weight drawes The Conqueror with Conquest to deaths iawes So fares it with these noble Combatants Both equally of blood and honor vaunts Both enui'd and belou'd alike both friends Both yong both valiant and their life and ends So paralell and twin-like like in all That they obtain'd one graue one ●unerall One graue one funerall they obtain'd yet lost The ●ame and honor their youth thirsted most Because their quarrell on false grounds begun Could not produce true praise nor true blame shun The wounds thou gau'st stout Wharto● had bin good Against thy Kings or faiths foe and thy blood Heroicke Steward had been nobly shed Against such slaues so both had brauely bled And your brasse Monuments had spoke the fame Of Whartons noble Stewards royall name Then the fierce challenger for his quicke charge And stout assault with wounds giuen deepe and large His apt command of euery part soone shunning All wounds saue one giuen more by chance then cunning And the Defendant who so long time stood Drownd yet vndanted in his owne life blood And deadly wounded past all hope of liuing Death in his death to his haile fooeman giuing Had filld the largest leaues of Fames faire story And both worne wreath of triumph conquest glory● And then like patterns ●o both Realms set out By vertue for example the wise and stout Had been your schollers and their lessons read In those greene fields where both so boldly bled Bnt now aye me as rocks bars sands at sea Or marks set vp to shew ships where they bee Or rather as some wrack'd ships selfe whose mast Ore-looks the waues and yet still sticking fast In th' eating silt bids the wise Pilot flye The tracklesse path where such hid dangers lye So stand these two the signes of woe and ruth Of shipwrackt honor fortune valour youth And by their deaths confirme this speech for good Vertue hath greater priuiledge then blood Our soules are Gods our bodies are the Kings And he that in his priuate quarrell brings Either of these in question doth betray The Kings part and giues Gods part cleane away England behold in Wharton what thou art And Scotland see in Steward euery part Of thy best power shun enmitie and strife None but your selues haue power of eithers life Let no slight toyes the snares and traines of hell Breed war betwixt you two but kindly dwell Within this I le as in one house the rather Being thereto wooed by your good King kind father If not peruse this glasse and let not me The fatall Prophet of such ill newes be To your succeeding times but choose you whether You 'le still liue friends or like these die together DVELLI FINIS A cast of Falcons in their pride At passage scouring fowle e●pide Securely feeding from the spring At one both ayme with nimble wing They first mount vp abou● Mans sight Plying for life this emulou● flight In equall compasse and maintaine Their pitch without a lazie plaine Then stooping freely lightning like They counter dead each other strike The ●owle escapes● and with her wings Their funerall dirge this lesson sings Who aimes at glory not aright Meet●s death but Glorie takes her flight Epitaphium Georgii Whartoni Milit. TH' offence was great worse the report The ini●r●e Reuenge acquitting And life with many wounds ta'ne for 't Arg●'de a minde true honour fitting For sluggish Cowardice doth shame Anoble Stocke and ●onour'd name● Epitaphium Iacobi Stewardi Armigeri VVIth an vndaunted heart I fought Reuenge and Choller me assailing In fight I fell with courage sto●t My life and ●oes together failing● I dig'de my graue out with my sword And stroke whilst life would strength afford IVSTITIA IACOBI Dedicated to the graue reuerend and iudicious Knight Sr. ROBERT GARDINER sometime Lord Iustice of Ireland SO many men presse now for place in State Deseart and Worth cannot come neere the gate ●ut happy were it for the State and Vs ●f we as Rome did sought for Curius ●here should we finde him farre from Court with you ●erhaps a Gardiner or perhaps at Plow ●et euen the same which Pyrrhus did withstand ●amnites and Sabines ruld as you Ireland ●hen should our Kings cleare Iustice shine too brigh● ●o suffer potent wrong cloude impotent right ●hen should this act of Iustice so aboue ●ll presidents make others like it moo●e But wretched we whilst few the doore can passe Of high pre●erment but the L●den Asse Regalis Justitia IACOBI DEVS VIDET Man Angell nor the Fiend of Hell Can Mans heart see search and tell That God alo●e doth vnderstand Closing all thoughts within his hand He better knowes then Priest Iudge Scribe Who gaue the last cause-carrying bribe He sees

so great Too scant a sea for them that was thy seat But had they staide till now now might they ride On the swolne waues at ease in all their pride Andinto euery heauen their bold Ships steere As if no sands barres shallowes had bin there We know whens'ere they come God can prouide Such seas so high so vncontrold a tide Able without their Enuie or their ayde To bury vs for see how he hath layde Our workes all leuell draines dikes sluces bankes Fields pastures gardens mannors farmes and frank● With man their owner and what Man doth feed Are buried with a sea of teares indeed Nouember did we scape thy fift day thus That euery day thou should'st be ominous Doe we so soone forget ●he sixt day last And worst of all daies to our Iland past That thus we should so oft remembred be From what strange thraldom we were once set free Or do the waters thus breake in to show How humorous and irregular vices flow How Sai●●-like Sacriledge doth impropriate And calme Oppression swallowes Church and State How close Hypocrisie bends his courtly knee And wanting all faith would haue all faith 's free How holy Hymen● sacreds band are broken His torch extinguish'd and his rites fore-spoken How Gotish lusts needs all those waues to slake His scorching flames hot as th' infernall lake Or is 't for all these crimes and more vntold The faithfull Sea which wont our Ile to hold In his moist armes from strange a●●aults secure Hath chang'd his loue to this sad ouerture And for our sinnes learnes vs to fast and pray Bringing in fish sweeping our flesh away That land which Goshen-like did flow whil-ere With all that Man desires or life holds deere So that no spot in all this Iles large field The sythe more hay sickle more corne did yield Where sweetnes was the sawce and fatnes fed Whil'st Dearth and Famine from the confines fled Where the stiffe-vdder'd Cow long'd twice a day To meet the merry milke-maide on the way And missing her by chance wrot on the ground With milke-white letters where she would be found Now prostrate lyes the goodly beauty foil'd The welth wash'd thence the gards trēches spoil'd O what assurance haue we then in clay Which if not Lawyers Seas thus eat away Build farre from waters that secures thy feare Though lesse thy profit be safe dwelling there O no what 's that I see a raging flame ●ounts vp in yonder plaine and none can tame His hot misgouern'd furie Water heere Some cry but no such element is neere Like a mad-Dog that through the thronged streets Ranging with rage snatcheth at all he meets And all that bitten are as mad as he Runne raging too that few or none scape free The cry is vp and euery man stands arm'd To do he knowes not what till he be harm'd And then to saue himselfe neglects the rest And madly mischiefe does when he meanes best Or as a towne of strength at dead of night Surpriz'd by sodaine stratagem or slight The people with the allarum bell awak'd Run out to see what newes amaz'd and nak'd And meeting death abroad for life run home And finde their houses s●ck'd before they come Then turning backe againe they know not whither Flocke all on heaps and dye like freinds together So far'de it there the fire flew vp and downe Snatching at euery house within the towne And whilst one thought his neighbors house to saue● He sees his owne doth instant succour craue Here stands an Al●house tosting and the Hostis Swearing her false-s●or'de tally burn'd or lost is The T●pster wanting water plies with ale The thirstie fire which drinks both new and stale And by that oyly-liquor is not quenched But rather Drunkard-like inrag'd incensed The Host instead of pailes fils pots and sweares H●e'le vse no penny-pots that wants their eares Wisheth his Iuggs were bigger he would fill them And but in vaine on the wilde fire doth spill them Here stares an Ostler whil'st the flame makes c●asure● On his small bottles and his ostry measure And here a Chamberlaine giues quicke attendance To saue his pretty faggots with a vengeance Those pretty faggots which fire-hot being eat In a cold morning scarce would make one sweat Here runs a rauening Vsurer dog-like tyred Betwixt his owne house and the mort-gagde fired Here flames a barne of some ingrossing Farmer And here the study burnes of some false Termer Here stands a kennell there a rack and manger For running horses but both stay the danger A Baude houles here and here a ●east of whores Burnde oft within are now burnde out of dores Heere 's a Tobacco shop and in the Celler Th' Indian Deuil our baud witch whore man-queller That spirit waster and that Liuer heater Of t'humor radicall that greedy eater That breath corrupter and quick-eye-sight spoyler That wit confounder and strong Memorie foyler That pickpurse theefe time●cheater connycatcher That alehouse haunter and fell mischiefe hatcher That all compounded euill of euery Nation● Too bad almost for th' English imitation● Tobacco by the fire was there caroused With large pettounes in pisse perfum'd and soused Thus what full many thrifty yeeres erected One prodigall flame hath wasted and dei●cted And now behold the prouder Chimnies stand As heires left well● who wasted haue their land Of whom the common people vse to say It 's pitty proper men should thus decay Yet none releeues them or build vp their state To such an eminent fortune as of late Mongst these one Chimney stands where passers by May reade this sentence with a running eye ●othing is so close carried or concealde ●hich shall not be in his due timere●eal'd Whether by chance or by diuine decree For so all humane actions ordr'ed bee This object stands that all may make good vse Of what they see or quit them from excuse He not d●termine L●t it bee my folly Rather than bee profane to bee too holy H● t●at once drown'd the world can if he please Drowne part or the whole world againe with ease But since his word is past though we abound With that which caus'd the former world be drown'd Hee 'le keep his promise and the Sea restraine From ouer flowing sinfull slesh againe Yet is it in his power the whole t'mmerse In variable woes plagues to disperse In the most frequent stre●tes most fragrant fields That th' ayre may breath out death ●helth now yields Or thin cheek'd 〈◊〉 though a stranger borne Who now to know on Fridayes th' English scorn Who of all forrainers is worst in●reated His fashion left himselfe in prison seated May be familiar with our countreymen Like a post● Natus or free Denizen And that without an act if God thinke good Though a●l the Peeres and Commons it withstood Fire aire earth water all are his he can With or without these saue or punish Man No place is free from him no thing is hid He knowes what Fauk●s Persi●