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A strappado for the Diuell Epigrams and satyres alluding to the time, with diuers measures of no lesse delight. By Misosukos, to his friend Philokrates.
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Brathwaite, Richard, 1588?-1673.
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without a sting which still extends Her hatefull power vnto depraued ends Yet if thou chance to slide by Enuies place Which by this true discription thou shalt know Her structures ruin'd are and there doth grow A groue of fatall Elmes wherein amaze Or labyrinth is fram'd heere Enuies race Had their beginning For there 's yet to see The very throne where Enuy vs'd to bee Tell that proud minion that ambitious dame Whose meagre look and broad dissheaueld lock Whose dangling nose shap't like an apricock Makes her desert-lesse proud that I doe blame Her vniust dealing though I scorne to name Th'uniustnesse of it yet this vowe I 'le make I 'le nere trust long-nos'd Female for her sake Could she hard hearted she for priuate gaine Such lucring Mammonists the heauens displease Sell both the loue and liking of her Niece And where loue shewd her most there to restraine Affection within bounds sweet streames complaine To Iuno on 't I know shee 'l pitty me And grant my suite That she may barrain be VVe haue too manie of that odious brood VVe neede no more it is a fruitlesse fruit That shames the Parents Iuno heare my suit For it will doe both heauen and earth much good And be a caueat vnto woman-hood Rather in Marriage not to deale at all Then to set Marriage sacred rites at sale Farewell Euenus I haue writ my minde VVhich I would haue thy streamelings to conuey To Enuies house by that frequented way Which as a Port or Hauen is assign'd To euery passenger Sweet breathing winde Breath on thy sailes that when thou doest complain Remembring me thy teare-swolne eies may raine And fructefie the earth That time may showe This did Euenus for her Poet doe Certaine Select Epigrams made good by obseruance experience and instance with an introduction to Time including sundry conceipted passages no lesse pleasant then present It 's a mad world my Masters O Age what art thou made of sure thou art Compos'd of other mettall then thou wert Once was thy glory by thy vertues showen But now alas thy vertues are vnknowen For who should show worth but great men yet each day Shews by experience None more ill then they VVhere Honour on a foote-cloth's wont to passe Like Appians Land Lord on his trapped Asse 'Lasse I haue seen what I haue grieu'd to see Honour with vertue nere keepe companie But if they doe as some obseruance make It 's not for Conscience but for fashion sake O then how vaine is time to showre down good On such as are but great only by blood Not true demerits which makes me contemne The idle passions of phantasticke men VVhich think 't sufficient to be great in state VVithout least vertue fit to imitate This makes me hence conclude vice puts on honour For vertue there is none will looke vpon her I in my time haue seene an vpstart Lord Raised to sudden honour like a Gourd Whom in as small time I may chance to see As Ionah's gourd so withered he may be And what 's the cause because it s not demerit Or true descent by which he doth inherit Such new stolne honors for then might his name Freely such estimation seeme to claime But an insinuating humour drawen From that same sorce of vice that lothsome spawne Of all distempered passions which can be Mark't with no better name then flatterieâ— And is this way to purchase honour trewly Can such a man be sayd to merit dewly VVhen hows'ere we admire him for his seate It was not worth but basenesse made him great O Time how strangely art thou varied From what thou once appear'd how art thou led By euery fashion-monger that doth stand More on the egge fying of his band His peak't munchattoes his Venetian hose His Buskin-pace how Gorgon-like he goes His crispled haire his fixing of his eye His ceruss-cheeke and such effemnacie Then on tru-man-like Vertues for its common Women are liker men men liker women Sith I no other difference can make 'Twixt man and woman saue the outward shape Their mind 's all one nor doth their shape appeare Much different since women th'breeches weare Which fashion now to th' Countrey makes resort In imitation of their weare at Court Where it is sayd to shun the meanes of sinnen Came that vse vp to weare their breekes of linnen And can we see this and not pittie it When men that haue more complement then wit Shine in the eye of popular respect And others of more worth droope in neglect We cannot yet must we admire them still That worthlesse are though't be against our will What remedy I le tell thee though thou dare not But congy when thou meets them laugh spare not So 't be in priuate burst thy sides with laughter And whilest th' art laughing I le come lashing after Mean time with silence I would haue thee hear me That haue compos'd these Epigrams to cheere thee Take them how ere they be if â—owre in taste Reforme thy errors which are former past If sweet let th'relish of my poems moue That loue in thee to thanke me for my loue To the Precisian FOr the Precisian that dares hardly looke Because th' art pure forsooth on any booke Saue Homilies and such as tend to th' good Of thee and of thy zealous brother-hood Know my Time-noting lines ayme not at thee For thou art too too curious for mee I will not taxe that man that 's wont to slay His Cat for killing mise on th'Sabboth day No know my resolution it is thus I 'de rather be thy foe then be thy pus And more should I gaine by 't for I see The daily fruits of thy fraternity Yea I perceiue why thou my booke should shun Because there 's many faultes th' art guiltie on Therefore with-drawe by me thou art not call'd Yet do not winch good iade when thou art gall'd I to the better sort my lines display I pray thee then keep thou thy selfe away The Church-Knight A Church-man was there on a time I reade Of great estate his father being dead Which got his Syrpe-cloth he discarded quite Resoluing fully now to be a Knight Vp to the Court he goes with speede he can Where he encountred a North-britaine man With whom discoursing in his Euening walke He spoke of Knights 'mongst other idle talke How th' title it was worthie and that he Could well endure entitled so to be For I do reade quoth he of such as these Within the Ecclesiasticke histories What fame and honour they obtain'd by warre Which sir belieue me made me come thus farre That I if meanes or mony could obtaine it Might in respect to my prosession gaine it The Brittaâ—ne his profession did require A Curate once quoth he of Brecknocke-shire Helde I may say to you a learned man But since my fathers death turn'd gentleman I ioy me in th' occasion th' Brittan sayd Doubt not sir Priest you shall a Knight be made And you
in fore-time a defence to th'land Yea such they were as when they did appeare They made their foes perfume their hose for feare Experienst Archers and so practis'd it As they would seldome shoot but they would hit So that though th'darters of rude Scythia The golden-Archers of rich Persia The Siluer-shields of Greece haue borne the name Blaz'd by the partiall trumpe of lying fame Yet in behalfe of Kendall I durst sweare it For true renovvne these Countries came not nere it As for this name of White-coate vs'd to fore It came from th' milk-white furniture they wore And in good-sooth they vvere but home-spun fellovvs Yet would these white-coats make their foes dy yellows VVhich might by latter times be instanced Euen in those border-seruices they did But this t' expresse since it is knowne were vaine Therefore my friends I le turne to you againe And of some speciall matters caution you Which being done I le bid you all adew Since God hath blest you with such benefits As the reliefe of nature well befits Hauing of euery thing sufficient store There 's reason Country-men you render more To your Creator who so kinde has been To you and yours aboue all other men Though all I say should thankfull be then such VVho nere receiued of him halse so much For well you know its in the Scripture said Accompt for euerie Talent must be made And how much more our Talents are shall we After this life exact Accomptants be Be good dispencers then of what you haue And doe not shut your Eares to such as craue Your charities Reliefe for in a word VVhat you giue th' poore you lend vnto the Lord And be you sure your loue is not in vaine For with encrease he le pay it you againe Put not your labourer off with long delay But satisfie him if you can this day For pittie 't is poore soule that he should sit VVaiting your time when he hath earned it And this belieue me many crimes produces Teeming of tenters and such like abuses VVhich they are forc't to cause they are delaide VVorking for more then ere they can be paide Be not too rigorous vnto your debtor If he be poore forbearance is far better For'lasse what gaine accrewes to you thereby If that his carkasse doe in prison lie Yea if you kept his bodie till 't should rot Th' name of hard-hearted men were all you got And sure if my opinion faile not me T' imprison debtors ther 's no policie Vnlesse they able be and obstinate And like our Bank-rupts break t' encrease their state For th' poore they better may discharge their debt VVhen they 're at libertie and freedome get For labour may they when they are inlarg'd But when they die in prison all 's discharg'd O then my friends if you haue such as these Remember to forgiue your trespasses At least be not extreame to th' poor'st of all Giue him but time and he will pay you all So Time shall crowne you with an happy end And consummate the wishes of a friend So each through peace of conscieÌ„ce rapt with pleasure Shall ioifully begin to dance his measure One footing actiuely VVilsons delight Descanting on this note I haue done what 's right Another ioying to be nam'd 'mongst them Were made Men-fishers of poore fisher-men The third as blith as any tongue can tell Because he 's found a faithfull Samuel The fowrth is chanting of his Notes as gladly Keeping the tune for th' honour of Arthura Bradly The 5. so pranke he scarce can stand on ground Asking who 'le sing with him Mal Dixons round But where haue been my sences all this while That he on whom prosperity doth smile And many parts of eminent respect Should be forgotten by my strange neglect Take heede my Muse least thou ingratefull be For well thou knowes he better thinkes of thee On then I say expresse what thou dost wish And tell the woreld â—ruely what he is He 's one has shar'd in Nature speciall part And though beholding little vnto art Yet beare his words more emphasis or force Then most of th'Schollers that I heare discourse His word keeps tutch and of all men I know He has th' best inside for so meane a shewe Outwardly bearing temperate yet will be A bonus socius in good company He vnderstands himselfe as I haue sayd And therefore aymes whereto he first was made In briefe'mongst all men that deserue applauding None hauing lesse â—f Art merits more lauding So that though true desert crowne all the rest Yet if ought want in them it s here exprest But th' Euening shade drawes on and damps the light Think friends on what I sayd and so good night To the Worshipfull Recorder of Kendall FOr Townes-abuses worshipfull Recorder I leaue them to your discreet selfe to order My Iourney 's at an end hic baculum fixi My Tale concluded nought now rests but Dixi Nor would I haue you speak that though you may Which I haue heard a countrie Maior did say Vnto a Scholler who concluded had His latine speech with Dixi I haue sayd To whom th'vnletter'd Maior to aproue the same Replying thus tooke Dixi for his name If that thy name be Dixi sure I am Dixi's a learned vnderstanding man To the Lands-lord wheresoeuer LAndsâ—lord to thee addrest to speake I am And full as much to thee as any man For many Errors and fowle crimes I knowe That thou art more then others subiect toe Which I le in part vnriâ— and so make cleere As in that day when all men shall appeare Before their heauenly Lands-lord where is had A dew accompt This now which I haue sayd May be a witnesse and beare record still That thou didst know before thy Maisters will Which not perform'd thou know'st what thou hast read With manie stripes thou shalt be chastised But first ere I proceed so great 's the cries Of widdowes and so many tere-swolne eyes Of Orphanes succourlesse that reach to heauen As I 'me well-nigh into amazement driuen And cannot perfect what I do entend Vntill I see their sorrowes at an end At least allayd for I am forc't to keepe A consort with these silly soules that weep So moouing is their passion as in briefe So strong 's compassion I do feele their griefe VVherefore I must so great is griefes extent Perswade these blubbert wretches be content And beare with patience till the Lord shall send In his good time vnto their sorrowes end VVhich to expresse the better I will moue them In mildest tearmes and thus will speak vnto them Cease cease poore iniur'd soule your teres to shed Weeping for that cannot be remeded 'Lasse you are farre deceiu'd if you suppose Teres can moue Lands-lords they are none of those Their dispositions are more harder far Then any other of Gods creatures are For tell me starueling hath thy trickling eye Pale-câ—lourdâ—â—sage heauen-ascending crie Earth bending knees hart throbbing languishment Eccoing sighs souls-fretting