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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A75836	A vvife, not ready made, but bespoken, by Dicus the Batchelor, and made up for him by his fellow shepheard Tityrus. In four pastorall eglogues.	Aylett, Robert, 1583-1655?	1653 (1653)	Wing A4285; Thomason E1455_2; ESTC R209592	13,966	32

A VVIFE NOT READY MADE BUT BESPOKEN BY DICUS the Batchelor and made up for him by his fellow Shepheard TITYRUS In four Pastorall Eglogues The second Edition Wherein are some things added but nothing amended All Husbands that do laugh or weep Read over this before you sleep Here 's virtue in each line and letter To make both good and bad Wives better But they that are resolv'd for none Were better let this Book alone Lest seeing here the good of Wives They change their Votes for married Lives LONDON Printed for A. R. 1653. TO My Honoured Good Friend Sr Robert Stapleton THou that enjoyst the happiest life That ever mortall lead with Wife Who so in goodness doth transcēd She neither needs nor can amend Were I as thou sure I should feare That I my Heaven on Earth had here And that which is a sadding story Must bide as long in Purgatory To thee this Wife will needs addresse To mediate her a Patronesse For well she knows thou dost excell In knowing more than she cantell And that of Females thou art Master And wilt trust none to be thy taster Of thy great Learning none makes doubt Thou them within knowst as without The greatest Schollers ever deign The Sonets of a Sheephards Swain R. A. Lectori Caelibi To the single Reader THou with this Wife in Bed maist lye Yet not commit Adulterye And though twice twelve empanneld men should finde Thee guilty and thy Judges be inclin'd To hang or head thee for a sinfull fact Thou shalt avoid the fury of the Act In Curia rectus thou maist boldly stand From dread of Whip or burning in the Hand Abandon Her she will be well content To wave her right and claim to Aliment Nor can the Remedies the Law affords Gainst force and Rape or wresting from her words She 'l not Inflame the pimping Taylors score To make her such a wagtayl as Iane shore Like Act of Pardon pen'd with finest skill She is a Wife and no Wife at thy will A Hochos Pocos tyde with such a noose Thou at thy pleasure maist play fast and loose Behold her well she favours at a glance That specious Self-denying Ordinance J. H. The two married Shepheards T. and D. to R. and G. Batchelours YOu both secure in harbour sit And smile at our experienc'd wit Who plead at Bar before our Wives For Liberties and quiet lives Such Blisse did only Jove obtain That Greeks and Trojanes on the plain From Idas top did fighting see In far lesse danger there than wee You move above in single sphears And sport with jealousies and fears Of married folks and houshould care Your flocks the better surely fare The single man no weather feels But rising in the night all seels To 's dearest Lambs doth duely look Bears he a Tinn'd or Silver Crook Sweet Milk and Hony is his diet His Physick true content and quiet A soup of Cider or brisk Perry Will make his heart all blith and merry And going to his dreadles nest Findes nothing there to break his rest But on a Couch of mosse and leaves All worldly Cares and thought deceives His sleep as sweet as short his dreams Of flowry banks or silver streams Thence early up in open air He leads his flocks through pastures fair Where crystall brooks soft murmuring Invite his Heart to sleep or sing With Quiristers in neighbour groves Who there recount their mutuall loves You Batchelors live merry lives But wee 'l not change that have good Wives IF he that hath character'd out a Wife Might see her practique part thus drawn to life He could not but with shouts and acclamation Preferre thy practice to his contemplation So dost thou branch her out in every line That only thou deserv'st she should be thine Oh! wer't thou single now and free as I No woman shouldst thou ask could thee deny So powr'fully hast thou their cause defended And highly as they well deserve commended Such goodnes thou descri'st in woman kinde As never any could before thee finde G. H. To the Courteous READER BE thou yoa'kd or single man Shew her fellow if thou can One may chance seek all his life Yet not finde out such a Wife May her Parallel be shown Take her Reader for their own DICUS A WIFE The first Eglogue Speakers Dicus Tityrus Dicus GOod Tityrus what shall I do I love yet am afraid to wooe Such freedom is in single life I dread the yoaking with a Wife For now I revell sing and play Go where I list each Holiday Laugh caroll pipe thus blithe and merry I to my Lambs sing Hey down derry But if I once turn married man Then say or do I what I can All is too little her to please I fain would wive yet live at ease I hear some married men that say That wives will brow-beat all the day At night within the curtains preach And men must learn what they do teach Against this how may I provide They best can teach us that have tri'd Tityrus If she within the curtains chide My head within the sheet I hide And either to my prayers fall Or on the Musing Sisters call To help me sing or else to weep Till in the end I fall asleep Then Great Apollo in a Dream Forbids me strive against the stream By stirring I much dust may raise The lowring Mornes prove fairest daies Good Hous-wives when their pot boils over To cool the Broth take off the cover The simple make it seethe up higher By laying fuell on the fire Thus sweeten I a married life And when I wake behold my Wife As kindely fals within mine Arms As if she never meant me harms Dicus This Counsell only they can follow Who are acquainted with Apollo But many Husbands finde a shrow That never did Apollo know Nor ever supped at the Well By which the Musing Sisters dwell Tityrus Why Dicus they may fail to pray Dicus That 's for the night But how by day Must I demean to stint all strife With whom I must spend all my life Tityrus Indeed it is the depth of skill To leade a Woman by her will For sure there is no other way But let them have their Doe and Say The Art is to encline them so They may aright both Say and Doe Else do I know no other fence But use the Buckler Patience A man may offer with the Waster But 't is not good to strike the Master At School and it is the Scholars end To learn no more then how to fend Dicus If thus it be with marri'd life 'T is best to be without a Wife Tityrus Thus Husbands say yet marry seven As some by Crosses come to Heaven The wrecked Merchant under Lea A second venture makes to Sea And I have heard some Husbands tell That they of Wives do like so well Of which they one by one had store That they could wish as many more What cause hath Dicus then to doubt them That sees so few

And therefore all young Shepheards didst advise To take no Maids from th'Universities Which Scholars did with so much Logick fill They would by Syllogisms maintain their will Nor heir to Land for they will by their own Revenues make their will and pleasure known Such Emblems home appli'd would edifie Us and our Wives Tit. apply 't thy self not I Such were the Observations of my youth Which now I see are taken up for truth To sport with Muses I do oft take leave The miseries of old age to deceive An ounce of mirth when I the time can spare Is better then a pound of grief and care Dorus. This of thy second wife how proud the first Then all for better taken were and worst Tyterus That which at first her friends and she did fear Was manifest to us within the Year A Hectick Feaver her deni'd of breath She was unparellel'd in Life and Death Battus What of thy third Tit. My Friend 't is not the Fashion To praise the ' live with Funerall Oration Her heart I ought bedew with double tears As she with me hath doubled both their years If fates require that I shall stay behinde her I shall commend of her then as I finde her Neat prudent frugall bountifull and grave Battus Sure thou intendest a fourth wife to have Dorus. Soft Bat. For Tityrus I 'le undertake He 'l never wed another for her sake But lo the Sun comes to his Zenith nighest And least appears now he is mounted highest But I beleeve it with thy wife is noon Her dinner 's drest betime she rose so soon Come Tityrus thou must see her daily Feasts Where we shall finde more dishes far then guests Tyterus Two dishes are a plentifull repast Dorus. There will be more then thou canst wish to taste But lo I Westward see the Welkin lowrs Before thy wife hath din'd there will be showrs Battus 'T is not the first time I have thus been wet Make haste the Dishes on the Board are set Dorus. Great Pan himself had never such a dinner Prepar'd him at the charges of a spinner She comes let 's first salute this comely Bride Then Tityrus shall sit down by her side We with our mirth will make thy Cottage ring So will we make this dinner for a King Some of Tityrus's Songs then sang by Dorus. A Mandee to Grammar Scholars 1 TO them that truly Learning prize and love I wish each twig Sweet as a Fig The Ferula as soft as kidskin glove 2 In time of Seed no cost or labour spare Who soweth cheap Shall never reap Things admirable excellent and rare 3 One hour in in youth well spent may go for two When we grow old Our Studie's cold The things we learn in youth in age we do 4 Loaves heavy prove that rise not in the Dough Flow'rs in the prime In far lesse time Then they in Summer or in Autumn grow 5 Look but before you plainly shall descry Honours attend On them that spend Their youth in sacred Muses company 6 When they that follow worldly vain delight In folly spend What Heav'ns do send And set in mists of sad obscured night 7 Hence younger Brethers by their studies raise Their Houses name To Height of fame And build brave Monuments of lasting praise 8 Which th' Elder finding ready built to hand Their Genius please In Sloth and Ease Or waste in pride and riot Goods and Land 8 Wherefore to him that truly Learning loves In stead of twigs I wish sweet Figs For Ferula's perfumed Kidskin Gloves To his little Valentine A Pair of Gloves of Lamb-skin leather fine I will bestow upon my Valentine Who is as milde and gentle as a Lamb For why she suck'd no other from her Dam As white and clear as Lilly of the Valley Apt to delight to leap to bound to dally How like a Lamb she only doth not creep And there 's good hope she 'l never prove a Sheep For so she should degenerate from her Mother To such if thou be wise sue to none other To his Mistresse AS I in me my Mistresse fair did see A picking Pipridges my heart then free She stole away Ah! knew she what she did Picking and stealing is by death forbid To the same WHen I my love to Myra tell She answers alway well well well That you can speak well I do know But I 'de fain learn how you will do A Song APocryphal are Stories not the Lives Of valiant Judith and Susanna chaste They have and shall be Paterns for good Wives So long as any Womanhood shall last No name like Sarah's is so dignifi'd By Moses in his world-creating Story He tels her Beauty Tomb what age she di'd Obedience to her Lord her greatest glory But none th' Almighty doth so much regard As his meek Handmaids Virgin-lowlinesse By whom He for His people that prepar'd For which all Generations shall Her blesse Rebecca Leah Ruth Vriah's Wife Were silver Pipes for to convey the Seed To this Conduct whence sprang the Lord of Life Whose bruised heel should break the Serpents head All Stories reade over and o're again You 'l finde more women bad then good of Men. The Pride of Scholars is to prove good Readers The Crown of Women is to be good Breeders A Suitor to his Mistresse A Strea that left Earth to Heaven to flee Is now come back and Fair enshrin'd in thee Not to return but stay and on me shine Inrich me thus and all the world is mine Regard a mortal whose faint soul aspires Enlightned by the Beams celestiall fire Compel'd to be thy Convert but to look His Lesson o're in thy sweet Beauties Book Oh't be my Heaven on Earth may I obtain Under thy Scepter this my highest aim The Golden Ball will prove lead to my gain An Epitaph THis Widow true to onely one mans side Might from her body count before she di'd More Scions then be daies in longest year This Honywood did all these Hony-suckles rear His own Epitaph Haec suprema Dies sit mihi prima quies Lord let this last be my first day of Rest A Pair of Turtles Viz. Two Elegies on the Deaths of EDMVND ALLEYN Esquire Son and Heir to Sir Edward Alleyn of Hatfield in Essex Baronet and MARY his Wife left by him with Childe and died soon after her Delivery The first Elegie THe times of War and Peace this difference have In Peace Sons Fathers follow to the grave In War the Father mourneth for the Son Here Peace and War do both agree in one And surely Tears more plentifully fall At Childrens then at Parents Funerall By which mans frailty's manifestly shown Who wail not others losses but our own For why should we with grief our hearts molest For them who quite from cares now live at rest Or plain the shortnesse of their living day Who unto Heaven have found a nearer way And setting later out do on us gain With running like Ahimaaz by the Plain They

that with diligence will heed their waies Attain their Journeys end in fewer daies Then he that by his oft diversions spends Much precious Time in worlds delight and friends Or maketh in his Inne a longer stay Whereby his Reck'ning larger grows to pay If here on Earth we ought to lay up store For Heaven that our good deeds may go before What comfort will 't be at our latter end When Children we before us thither send Who sitting by their sweetest Saviours side Us Mansions there as we them here provide Or rather enter on the habitation Provided for us ere the worlds foundation Oh! what can adde to their felicity That see their Sons prefer'd before they die To higher states then wishes can advance An endlesse glorious rich Inheritance Of which the * Joseph Son of Jacobs greatest glory Was but a Type this lasts that 's transitory In life thou never envied'st him content Then do not his last happinesse lament Who would not change his state one hour to get The wealth and honour of a Baronet Beleev 't thy Son is only gone before Thou him must follow he 'l return no more Then like that good old man thy soul revive Thou hast enough thy Son is yet alive * Angels Heavens Chariots shall thee bring to Goshens plain Where thou shalt living see thy Son again The second Elegie WHat many ancient Histories relate Of Turtles constant love unto their Mate She did exemplifie and plainly prove There is no life in living but in Love The misse whereof made her so much deplore Her Turtles losse who only went before Whom willing she had followed to the Tomb But for the Treasure left her in the Womb Which had it perished by such a crosse The world at once had suffer'd too much losse Now like another Phenix of his seed She first another like her self doth breed Long didst thou look and longing wish to move Up to thy Loadstarre which thou eyd'st above But couldst not rise so high till thou wert light Then up to Heav'n to him thou tak'st thy flight As pure Steel needle ardently doth move To Load-stone wherewithall it is in love Why should'st thou thus go out before thy date And leave us to bewail thine early Fate That all our gain such Vertues to have known Turns losse so soon to see them from us flown As Vines best Clusters soonest off are pull'd And purest Gold from out the drosse is cull'd So oft the choisest Mortals in their prime May seem hence snatch'd away before their time But such fair Clusters on Heav'ns board are served The Gold to bear Gods image is preserved We here our sorrows breathe out to be read That she in them may live when we are dead Who living well deserv'd she might die never And by her dying here to live for ever Though both were short and sudden her example In Life and Death is as a Volume ample Where all may reade aright to live and die And follow her to true felicity But why speak I of Death her Bodies frame Is only turn'd to dust her vertues fame Like fumes of burning Cedar doth ascend And savour sweetest in her latter end Ay let her blessed memory remain To see if Wives hereafter can attain To her perfection And these sabled Rimes Be paterns for good Wives in following times Thrice happy they that lay Corruption down To gain that rich incorruptible Crown Which them doth more assuredly attend Who like her live and dying like her end And let one Tomb their ashes here contain Who liv'd and lov'd as sure to meet again They in the fair and in the stormy weather Do fly cry die and lie together Our Daies are likened to a Tale that 's told Which long and tedious grow as men grow old The yonger shorter tell If Death once strike The long and shorter Tales close both alike I care not whether long or short I tell So I can hit it right and end it well FINIS