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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A53288	Poems, and translations by the author of the Satyrs upon the Jesuits.; Selections. 1683	Oldham, John, 1653-1683.	1683 (1683)	Wing O237; ESTC R15449	56,467	226

here and with his beck gives laws This titular King who thus pretends to be The Lord of all how many Lords has he The lust of Mony and the lust of Power With Love and Hate and twenty passions more Hold him their slave and chain him to the Oar. Scarce has soft sleep in silence clos'd his eyes Vp strait says Avarice 't is time to rise Not yet one minute longer Vp she cries Th' Exchange and Shops are hardly open yet No matter Rise But after all for what D' ye ask go cut the Line double the Cape Traverse from end to end the spacious deep Search both the Indies Bantam and Japan Fetch Sugars from Barbadoes Wines from Spain What need all this I 've wealth enough in store I thank the Fates nor care for adding more You cannot have too much this point to gain You must no Crime no Perjury refrain Hunger you must endure Hardship and Want Amidst full Barns keep an eternal Lent And tho you 've more than B m has spent Or C n got like stingy B el save And grudg your self the charges of a Grave And the small Ransom of a single Groat From Sword or Halter to redeem your Throat And pray why all this sparing Don't you know Only t' enrich a spendthrift Heir or so Who shall when you are timely dead and gone With his gilt Coach and Six amuse the Town Keep his gay brace of Punks and vainly give More for a night than you to fine for Shrieve But you lose time the Wind and Vessel waits Quick let 's aboard Hey for the Downs and Streights Or if all-powerful Mony fail of charms To tempt the wretch and push him on to harms With a strong hand does fierce Ambition seize And drag him forth from soft repose and ease Amidst ten thousand dangers spurs him on With loss of Blood and Limbs to hunt renown Who for reward of many a wound and maim Is paid with nought but wooden Legs and Fame And the poor comfort of a grinning Fate To stand recorded in the next Gazette But hold cries one your paltry gibing wit Or learn henceforth to aim it more aright If this be any 't is a glorious fault Which through all ages has been ever thought The Hero's virtue and chief excellence Pray what was Alexander in your sence A Fool belike Yes faith Sir much the same A crack-brain'd Huff that set the world on flame A Lunatick broke loose who in his fit Fell foul on all invaded all he met Who Lord of the whole Globe yet not content Lack'd elbow-room and seem'd too closely pent What madness was 't that born to a fair Throne Where he might rule with Justice and Renown Like a wild Robber he should choose to roam A pitied wretch with neither house nor home And hurling War and Slaughter up and down Through the wide world make his vast folly known Happy for ten good reasons had it been If Macedon had had a Bedlam then That there with Keepers under close restraint He might have been from frantick mischief pent But that we mayn't in long digressions now Discourse all Rainolds and the Passions through And ranging them in method stiff and grave Rhime on by Chapter and by Paragraph Let 's quit the present Topick of dispute For More and Cudworth to enlarge about And take a view of man in his best light Wherein he seems to most advantage set 'T is he alone you 'l say 't is happy he That 's fram'd by Nature for Society He only dwells in Towns is only seen With Manners and Civility to shine Does only Magistrates and Rulers choose And live secur'd by Government and Laws 'T is granted Sir but yet without all these Without your boasted Laws and Policies Or fear of Judges or of Justices Who ever saw the Wolves that he can say Like more inhuman Us so bent on prey To rob their fellow Wolves upon the way Who ever saw Church and Fanatick Bear Like savage Mankind one another tear What Tyger e're aspiring to be great In Plots and Factions did embroil the State Or when was 't heard upon the Libyan Plains Where the stern Monarch of the Desert reigns That Whig and Tory Lions in wild jars Madly engag'd for choice of Shrieves and May'rs The fiercest Creatures we in Nature find Respect their figure still in the same kind To others rough to these they gentle be And live from Noise from Feuds from Actions free No Eagle does upon his Peerage sue And strive some meaner Eagle to undo No Fox was e're suborn'd by spite or hire Against his brother Fox his life to swear Nor any Hind for Impotence at Rut Did e're the Stag into the Arches put Where a grave Dean the weighty Case might state What makes in Law a carnal Job complete They fear no dreadful Quo Warranto Writ To shake their ancient privilege and right No Courts of Sessions or Assize are there No Common-Pleas Kings-Bench or Chancery-Bar But happier they by Natures Charter free Secure and safe in mutual peace agree And know no other Law but Equity 'T is Man 't is Man alone that worst of Brutes Who first brought up the trade of cutting Throats Did Honor first that barbarous term devise Unknown to all the gentler Savages And as 't were not enough t' have fetch'd from Hell Powder and Guns with all the arts to kill Farther to plague the world he must ingross Huge Codes and bulky Pandects of the Laws With Doctors Glosses to perplex the Cause Where darken'd Equity is kept from light Under vast Reams of non-sense buried quite Gently good Sir cry you why all this rant Man has his freaks and passions that we grant He has his frailties and blind sides who doubts But his least Virtues balance all his Faults Pray was it not his bold this thinking Man That measur'd Heav'n and taught the Stars to scan Whose boundless wit with soaring wings durst fly Beyond the flaming borders of the sky Turn'd Nature o're and with a piercing view Each cranny search'd and lookt her through and through Which of the Brutes have Vniversities When was it heard that they e're took Degrees Or were Professors of the Faculties By Law or Physick were they ever known To merit Velvet or a Scarlet Gown No questionless nor did we ever read Of Quacks with them that were Licentiates made By Patent to profess the pois'ning Trade No Doctors in the Desk there hold dispute About Black-pudding while the wond'ring Rout Listen to hear the knotty Truth made out Nor Virtuoso's teach deep mysteries Of Arts for pumping Air and smothering Flies But not to urge the matter farther now Nor search it to the depth what 't is to know And whether we know any thing or no. Answer me only this What man is there In this vile thankless Age wherein we are Who does by Sense and Learning value bear Would'st thou get Honor and a fair Estate And have the looks and favours of

wretched and despair agen Not Souls of dying Sinners when they go Assur'd of endless Miseries below Their Bodies more unwillingly desert Than I from you and all my Joys did part As some young Merchant whom his Sire unkind Resigns to every faithless Wave and Wind If the kind Mistriss of his Vows appear And come to bless his Voyage with a Prayer Such Sighs he vents as may the Gale increase Such Floods of Tears as may the Billows raise And when at length the launching Vessel flies And severs first his Lips and then his Eyes Long he looks back to see what he adores And while he may views the beloved Shores Such just concerns I at your Parting had With such sad Eyes your turning Face survey'd Reviewing they pursu'd you out of sight Then sought to trace you by left Tracks of Light And when they could not Looks to you convey Tow'rds the lov'd Place they took delight to stray And aim'd uncertain Glances still that way Complaining of ABSENCE TEN days if I forget not wasted are A year in any Lover's Calendar Since I was forc'd to part and bid adieu To all my Joy and Happiness in you And still by the same Hindrance am detain'd Which me at first from your lov'd Sight constrain'd Oft I resolve to meet my Bliss and then My Tether stops and pulls me back agen So when our raised Thoughts to Heav'n aspire Earth stifles them and choaks the good desire Curse on that Man who Bus'ness first design'd And by 't enthral'd a free-born Lover's mind A curse on Fate who thus subjected me And made me slave to any thing but thee Lovers should be as unconfin'd as Air Free as its wild Inhabitants from Care So free those happy Lovers are above Exempt from all Concerns but those of Love But I poor Lover militant below The Cares and Troubles of dull Life must know Must toil for that which does on others wait And undergo the drudgery of Fate Yet I 'll no more to her a Vassal be Thou now shalt make and rule my Destiny Hence troublesom Fatigues all Bus'ness hence This very hour my Freedom shall commence Too long that Jilt has thy proud Rival been And made me by neglectful Absence sin But I 'll no more obey its Tyranny Nor that nor Fate it self shall hinder me Henceforth from seeing and enjoying thee Promising a VISIT SOoner may Art and easier far divide The soft embracing waters of the Tide Which with united Friendship still rejoyn Than part my Eyes my Arms or Lips from thine Sooner it may Time's headlong motion force In which it marches with unalter'd course Or sever this from the succeeding Day Than from thy happy Presence force my stay Not the touch'd Needle emblem of my Soul With greater Rev'rence trembles to its Pole Nor Flames with surer instinct upwards go Than mine and all their motives tend to you Fly swift ye minutes and contract the space Of Time which holds me from her dear Embrace When I am there I 'll bid you kindly stay I 'll bid you rest and never glide away Thither when Bus'ness gives me a Release To lose my Cares in soft and gentle Ease I 'll come and all arrears of Kindness pay And live o're my whole Absence in one day Not Souls releas'd from human Bodies move With quicker hast to meet their Bliss above Than I when freed from Clogs that bind me now Eager to seize my Happiness will go Should a fierce Angel arm'd with Thunder stand And threaten Vengeance with his brandish'd hand To stop the entrance to my Paradise I 'll venture and his slighted Bolts despise Swift as the wings of Fear shall be my Love And me to her with equal speed remove Swift as the motions of the Eye or Mind I 'll thither fly and leave slow Thought behind THE CARELESS Good Fellow Written March 9. 1680. SONG I. A Pox of this fooling and plotting of late What a pother and stir has it kept in the State Let the Rabble run mad with Suspicions and Fears Let them scuffle and jar till they go by the ears Their Grievances never shall trouble my pate So I can enjoy my dear Bottle at quiet II. What Coxcombs were those who would barter their ease And their Necks for a Toy a thin Wafer and Mass At old Tyburn they never had needed to swing Had they been but true Subjects to Drink and their King A Friend and a Bottle is all my design He has no room for Treason that 's top-full of Wine III. I mind not the Members and makers of Laws Let them sit or Prorogue as his Majesty please Let them damn us to Woollen I 'll never repine At my Lodging when dead so alive I have Wine Yet oft in my Drink I can hardly forbear To curse them for making my Claret so dear IV. I mind not grave Asses who idly debate About Right and Succession the trifles of State We 've a good King already and he deserves laughter That will trouble his head with who shall come after Come here 's to his Health and I wish he may be As free from all Care and all Trouble as we V. What care I how Leagues with the Hollander go Or Intrigues betwixt Sidney and Monsieur D'Avaux What concerns it my Drinking if Casel be sold If the Conqueror take it by Storming or Gold Good Bordeaux alone is the place that I mind And when the Fleet 's coming I pray for a Wind. VI. The Bully of France that aspires to Renown By dull cutting of Throats and vent'ring his own Let him fight and be damn'd and make Matches and Treat To afford the News-mongers and Coffee-house Chat He 's but a brave wretch while I am more free More safe and a thousand times happier than He. VII Come He or the Pope or the Devil to boot Or come Faggot and Stake I care not a Groat Never think that in Smithfield I Porters will heat No I swear Mr. Fox pray excuse me for that I 'll drink in defiance of Gibbet and Halter This is the Profession that never will alter A SATYR The Person of Spencer is brought in Dissuading the Author from the Study of POETRY and shewing how little it is esteem'd and encourag'd in this present Age. ONE night as I was pondering of late On all the mis'ries of my hapless Fate Cursing my rhiming Stars raving in vain At all the Pow'rs which over Poets reign In came a ghastly Shape all pale and thin As some poor Sinner who by Priest had been Under a long Lent 's Penance starv'd and whip'd Or par-boil'd Lecher late from Hot-house crept Famish'd his Looks appear'd his Eyes sunk in Like Morning-Gown about him hung his Skin A Wreath of Lawrel on his Head he wore A Book inscrib'd the Fairy Queen he bore By this I knew him rose and bow'd and said Hail reverend Ghost all hail most sacred Shade Why this great Visit why vouchsaf'd to me The meanest of thy British