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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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1663
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Wing J1058; ESTC R3145
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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. Iordan Mediocribus esse Poet◠〈◊〉 Homines non Dii non concessero Columne Horacâ— de Arte Poetica London Printed by R. W. for Eliz. Andrews at the White Lion near Pye-Corner To the most liberall Lover of Sciential Industry and Native Ingenuity the truly Noble Mr. JOHN BENCE MERCHANT Much honored Sir WHen you shall please to make a review of your own serene Merits and peruse with pausing Curiosity these Poetical Imperfections my fears are that you will condemn my Confidence but my hopes are as great that you will commend my Prudence from whence I extract this presumption that though all Criticks should comply to cry down my Wit in composing my Poems they shall applaud my Judgement in the choice of my Patron Sir Your own deservings declare You to be no less then a Palace of Honour if these Poems like a Vine or Woodbine may support themselves upon your Edifice they shall by this fortunate transplantation grow more fragrant and gratifie your Indulgence The business of the whole World is but folly diversified nor can I make a better Apology for my Poetry but that it is Vanity in varieâ—y yet no less innocent then those Actions which the noblest Persons in the worthiest Times have esteemed their clearest Recreations I must confess that the multiplicity of reasonless Rhymers and iâ—â—â—gular Readers have very much deface the Majesty of Poesie but one beam of Your favour will re-inthrone it Sir you will finde some pieces in this promiscuous Gallery very plainly drest but withall very properly for my aims were always rather at aptitude then altitude and to make my Compositions more genuine then gorgeous it is no more proper in Poets then in Painters to clothe a Tinker in Tissue Sir in one word Your Candor hath compell'd me to make these Poetical Addresses if any thing in them may either provoke Your praise or pardon I shall congratulate that happy means which hath safely conducted me to so splendid a sphere of Love and Ingenuity and be alwayes studious to deserve what I have been ever ambitious to desire a seat in Your memory and liberty to subscribe Sir The humblest of all your faithful Servants and the devoutest of your Honourers Tho. Iordan To all Noble Learned and Ingenious Lovers of Poets and Poetry Most Royal Honourable and truly Worthy ALthough Poets and Poetry which the best ages formerly had in an exalted Estimation are in these loose latter times so discrowned and discouraged that the very Name is made but a Title of Infamy and their inspired Persons considered but in the needless number of metrical Mendicants because Poverty and Poetry are such Correlatives yet I hope those Persons to whom I direct my Endeavours and would onely select to be my Supervisors are qualified with diviner Inspection It hath been frequently observable amongst Historians when Times did grow degenerate and declined into Barbarism Poetry did wane into contempt and contumely but è contrario in flourishing well modell'd and orderly guided Republicks it advanced to Honour and admiration I am not so extravagant as once a presented Poetaster in a good Comedy said Who loves not Verse is damn'd nor so rapt with a vain-glorious humour and self-admiration as old Ben was when he made this Distick the Theam being Poets When God begins to do some exc'lent thing He makes a Poet or at least a King But I am perswaded that the Priests of Apollo are very much better then the squint-eyed souls of rustick capacities render them I remember very opportunely that I once presented a Manual of Meeter to a very popular Physician of this City in Oliver's time who made me no better return then that He hated Poetry after which words such a judgement fell upon him that he hath lien sweating under the heavy displeasure of Venus ever since I could tell you more and worse punishments that have fallen upon such Hereticks but I should then make my Epistle exceed the length of my Book and your patience which I fear I shall preserve to suffer more by the Saw of my rude Compositions although never the intent of Your Servant Tho. Jordan An Induction WHen eighteen years had crucify'd our Pleasure With Civil Swords by wasting Blood and Treasure When by the Power of a Schismatick brood Religion's glorious face was in a Cloud After the mildest King the Sun e're saw Was murther'd by imaginary Law When Cov'nants made to God Angels and Men Were broke by those who fain would do 't agen After they did the Bloody Corps Interr Of Praying preaching Perjur'd Oliver When Parliaments were worn unto the stump And England's Head was ruled by a Rump When blinde with sorrow we began to grope When all were out of heart and out of hope Then MONCK the King of Gen'rals came forth In a mysterious March out of the North To London City where he and his Men Pull'd down the Gates but set them up agen When by his smiles he put hope in us all This Speech was spoken to him in this Hall A Speech made to his Excellency the Lord General Monck and the Council of State at Skinners-Hall on Wednesday being the Fourth of April 1660. At which time he was nobly entertained by that Honourable Company I Can forbear no longer out it must If I shall prove ingenious or just I have with wary eyes observ'd your steps Your Stands your Turns your Pauses and your Leaps And finde however you may mask your brow You are a States-man and ambitious too A right self-ended Person for be 't known Yours and the Publick Safety are all one You are ambitious to be good that feat Our States-men mist for they were to be great But yet as Solomon made that choice which Commanded all Wisdom will make you rich And great and glorious and these shall last As long as time and after time is past When such as have their Countreys Rights botray'd Shall receive pay in Lucifers Brigade My Lord I scorn to â—latter I 'le be true t' ye All the good Deeds y'have done are but your Duty But yet your hand stretch't in Jehovahs Name Hath snatch'd three burning Kingdoms from the Flame Our Laws our Liberties or what to us And all mankinde may be held precious Were at the Stake this Action hath out-run All thought we cannot tell you what y'have done Nor you your self it may not be exprest Till divers years have made it manifest Those ravenous beasts that our destruction wrought When Church and State were to the Barebone brought Praise God you ransom'd and without a Club Beat down the daring Doctrine of the Tub The sinking Pulpit to you did restore Our Apron-Prelates must come there no more And now the Iron-Monger will not rush in But cease to make an Anvile of the Cushin This you have done quite unknown to the silly Prognostications
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