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A royal arbor of loyal poesie consisting of poems and songs digested into triumph, elegy, satyr, love & drollery / composed by Tho. Jordan.
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Jordan, Thomas, 1612?-1685?
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puddle of their brains That pull'd down grapes and put up grains They are foes Who Bagpipes for Shalmes Deal in small Bear and Psalmes Through the Nose May want of drink grieve'm And no man relieve'm Till scorching inform them what hell is May Houndsditch and Towerditch With Moorditch and Shoreditch Be emptied to fill up their bellies 4. May all the ills that can be thought Either too heavy or too hot Light on his belly and his back That envies us the joyes of Sack Let him dye Or let him live with so much strife That he may beg to lose his life 'Till he cry Good-fellows forgive me If you dare believe me By the soul and the sword of a Lay-man I 'le draw out my Whinyard And set up the Vineyard In spight of the Devil and Dray-man The Discovery A Pastoral Song in two parts being a Dialogue betwixt Alexis and Eliza a Shepheard and Shepherdess 1. Eliza. SHepherd I will tell thee news That I fear will scarce delight thee Alexis Let me hear the worst ensues Spoke by thee it cannot fright me Angels voices ne're abuse 2. Eliza. Walking late on yonder Plain A Shepheard at our meeting grumbled Alexis Tush 't was but a Rural Swain For his pains he shall be humbled If we ever meet again 3. Eliza. 'T is reported thou and I Are intwin'd in Love's embraces Alexis 'T is because that we do flye From those Lads and sun-burnt Lasses Which were once our Company 4. Alexis But what ever they surmize Let not your own tongue betray you Their suspicions have no eyes Do not let your fears bewray you To the traps which they devise 5. Eliza. But if they to me should go And their true suspicions mutter Alexis Be you so wise to answer no When they imaginations utter Do you imagine 't is not so 6. Both. Let us keep our Loves entire Like two Turtles of a feather In the heat of our desire Let us live and dye together Flaming still in amorous fire A Chirping Cup. 1. DIng dong ding Let the Bells ring Leave off your caring He is fool'd That thinks his gold Is safe by sparing Who doth know As times go Who shall have the sharing Then to prevent all Let 's merrily quaff our Wine To the King and his Consort divine I prethee fill it as much as 't will hold We 'l swagger home Stagger home When we are fill'd And reel away misfortune 2. More joyes bring Let the Boyes sing And Fidlers rant it We 'l drink Wine Though the fine Presbyters vaunt it They that thus Drink like us Never can be daunted Then with Canary Let every mans Coblet be crown'd In Sack let our sorrows be drown'd It is the right way our foes to confound We 'l bang the Rogues Hang the Rogues For Charles his glory And that will end the story The Occasion How the Warre began 1. I 'Le tell you how the War began The holy ones assembled For so they call'd their Party than Whose Consciences so trembled They pull'd the Bishops from their seats And set up ev'ry Widgeon The Scotch were sent for to do feats With Oat-cakes and Religion 2. They pluckt Communion-tables down And broke our painted glasses They threw our Altars to the ground And tumbled down the Crosses They set up Cromwell and his Heir The Lord and Lady Claypole Because they hated Common-Prayer The Organ and the Maypole The Roundheads Revolt Tune Souldiers Life 1. THen farewell say to a Souldiers life And welcome the Trowel and Spade â—or he that doth lye with another mans wife Shall a Cuckold himself be made 2. â—o he that purloyns the Commonweal And takes from other men 〈◊〉 Plunder which is in plain English to steal Let him look to be plunder'd agen 3. Farewell to the trade of Musket and Blade Which nothing but mischiefs procures For by the endeavours of Coblers and Weavers The Land hath been govern'd by Brewers 4. And now my Comrades fall close to your trades Leave Scepters to men that are high-born Though Treachery wins when first it begins It commonly endeth at Tyburn 5. Let every thing conform to the King To Englands Church I 'le be a true Son The way to be bang'd and at last to be hang'd Is to mingle with Baxter and Hewson 6. The stars in their courses have routed our horses And made our King-murtherers Martyrs They are forc'd to yield the fort and the field Whilst Ravens do beat up their quarters 7. Those zealots that dâ—d Baptisme forbid And likewise Godfathers deny'd Who raised a War in conclusion they are Themselves by twelve God-fathers try'd 8. Then let the Bells ring and pray for the king Let every one practise Obedience And let them all starve who will not observe And take the good Oath of Allegiance A Catch Royal 1641. LEt the Drawer run down We 'l sit and drink the Sun down Here 's a jolly Health to the King Let him be confounded And hang'd up for a Roundhead That will not pledge me a spring Next to the Lady Mary This beer-bowl of Canary I 'le pledg't a Carouse were it ten When Charles his thoughts are eased And his great heart appeased We 'l drink the Sun up agen The Change After the Death of Oliver November 3. 1659. The Air compos'd by Mr. Lock 1. TO what Idol now Must our hallowed ham-strings bow The devil and we Can never agree We know not to who or how Religion and Laws Are crucified by his paws Our liberty Is routed truly And so is the good old Cause The Rule of Right Hath bid us good night 'T is Power is the onely Prevailer We dare not be known To ask for our own For fear of Gibbet and Goaler For King we went And Parliament By gunning to get them together But now well a day They are gunn'd quite away And we must be govern'd by neither 2. Old Noll's Noddle now Were he living would tell us how The Camp and Crown The Gun and the Gown Might quickly make one of two King Dick the third Or Harry with his broad sword Though men amiss Had taught us e're this To quarrel about a word Their Launce and Laws Had cudgell'd our Cause And made us submit to their Empire But Richard the fourth And Harry the ninth Are men of genteeler temper The Church and State Are governed by Fate 'T is Power hath the Peoples applauses Our Courts are too tall Our Lawyers must fall The Sword 's the best splitter of Causes 3. 'T is not Majesty Did make us to disagree 'T was an humble fire Blown up by desire To be but as high as he The Prelate and King Who caused our quarrelling Were much to blame We hated the Name But fain we would have the thing Our Drum our Gun Our Copper and Tun Which newly of so much renown is Can fitly declare What spirits we are And what a bright Idol a Crown is But now let 's cast What 's left us at last By Presbyter
I take her Within my bounds I must forsake her Since Fortune frowns As Kings are forced to lay down their Crowns The Repulse writ by a Lady The Air composed by Mr. William Lawes Servant to his late Majesty 1. YOur Love if vertuous will shew forth Some fruits of Devotion There 's no Religion can warrant A dishonest motion Would you entice me to give you respect You would not seek then my honour to infect With poisoned potions If I ever did affect you 'T was in honour but in ill ends I must needs neglect you 2. That fort is feeble that words can subdue With their battery 'T is better stop our ears then set them Open to flattery Shall I count that true which cannot be just Your sighs and sad silence I may not trust With eyes so watry Take a Lover from a passion Like an image out of date He stands quite out of fashion The Reply by the Authour 1. MY Love 's as vertuous as yours is Where you frame affection For so inflamed Religion You keep in subjection I cannot tempt ye to give me respect 'T is not the crime but the man you reject With words so zealous This same trifle call'd Honour Is a pretty witty cover To conceal a Loverâ— 2. What need a batt'ry be When as the fort is resigning You will ne're stop your ear At your own servants repining Where we affect we do never mistrust If you would spell Love and chance to write Lust No interlining Take a Lady in the humour When the Love-fit is upon her She 'l ne're think of Honour The Courtier BE not afraid Thou rarest The fairest That ever was Maid Deny me not a kiss No man shall see The measure Of pleasure That I have from thee What hurt is there in this Then let 's embrace let all pleasures be free The world shall ne're have knowledge How delightful we be 2. I know that spyes Both creeping and peeping In each corner lyes To hinder all our joy Cupid shall see And finde 'em to blinde 'em That hinderance be To the getting of a boy Then let 's embrace c. 3. Venus invites Fair Creature Dame Nature Made you for delights But yet to none but I Then I 'le embrace And riâ—le a trifle Leave a jewel i' th' place You 'l keep until you dye Then let 's embrace c. The Ladies Answeâ— 1. NAy pish nay fie You venter to enter A trespass so high You 'l wish it were undone Should any spy They'd wonder look yonder I see you 'l not flye The chase you have begun â—ince then y 'ave won me And all things are tree â—saith you will undo me If a tell-tale you be 2. Now y'have enjoy'd That measure of pleasure â—â—deed I 'm destroy'd If I hear of it agen â—omen do prove Neglected rejected â—hen freedom of Love Is told to other men 〈◊〉 then c. 3. 〈◊〉 take my heart I 'le ever endeavour 〈◊〉 we never part 'Till death assign the time Wer 't not to you Believe me 't would grieve me To do what I do O that Love should prove a crime Yet 't is a fault Of so sweet a degree I surely am perswaded Court not Countrey goes free The Forfeiture A Romance Tune Dear let me now this evening dye 1. YOu that do look with Christian hue attend unto my Sonnet I 'le tell you of as vilde a Jew as ever wore a Bonnet No Jew of Scotland I intend My story not so mean is This Jew in wealth did much transcend Under the States of Venice 2. Where he by usury and trade did much exceed in Riches His beard was red his face was made Not much unlike a Witches His habit was a Jewish Gown That would defend all weather His chin turn'd up his nose hung down And both ends met together 3. Yet this deformed Father had A daughter and a wise one So sweet a Virgin never Lad Did ever set his eyes on He that could call this Lady foul Must be a purblinde Noddy But yet she had a Christian soul Lodg'd in a Jewish body 4. Within the City there did live If you the truth will search on 't One whose ill fate will made you grieve A gallant Christian Merchant Who did abound in wealth and wit In youth and comely feature Whose love unto a friend was knit As strong as bonds of Nature 5. A Gentleman of good renown But of a sinking fortune Who having no estate of 's own Doth thus his friend importune Friend lend me but one thousand pound It shall again be paid ye For I have very lately found A fair and wealthy Lady 6. The Merchant then makes this reply Friend I am out of treasure But I will make my credit flye To do my friend a pleasure There is a Jew in town quoth he Who though he deadly hate me Yet 'cause my wealth is strong at sea This favour will not bate me 7. When they were come unto the Jew He did demand their pleasure The Merchant answers I of you Would borrow so much treasure The Jew replies you shall not ha 't If such a summe would save ye Unless in three moneths you will pay 't Or forfeit what I 'de have you 8. If at the three moneths end you do As you shall seal and sign to'â— Not pay the money which is due Where e're I have a minde to 't I 'le cut a pound out of your flesh The Merchant is contented Because he knew in half that time his shipping would prevent it 9. Ill news by every ship comes in His ships are drown'd and fired The Jew his forfeiture doth win For three moneths are expired He is arrested for the debt The Court must now decide it The flesh is due and now the Jew Is ready to divide it 10. The Merchants Friend that had the gold Now being richly married Offer'd the summe down three times told To have his friends life spared 'T would not be took but strait steps in One in Doctors apparel Who though but young doth now begin Thus to decide the quarrel 11. Jew we do grant that by the Law A pound of flesh your due is But if one drop of blood you draw We 'l shew you what a Jew is Take but a pound as 't was agreed Be sure you cut no further And cut no less lest for the deed You be arraign'd for murther 12. The Jew inrag'd doth tear the Bond And dareâ— not do the slaughter He quits the Court and then 't was found The Doctor proves his Daughter Who for the love she long time bore From a true heart derived To be his wife and save his life This subtle slight contrived 13. The Court consent and they are wed For hatching of this slaughter The Jews estate is forfeited And given to his Daughter She is baptiz'd in Christendome The Jew cryes out he 's undone I wish such Jews may never come To England nor to London Love in Languishment Tune Have I