and be Tombd with him together Sonnets 3. FRom two strong Iailes thy corps â—onâ—â— acquitted The one compact of flesh and bloud and bone The other vnrelenting sencelesse stone By God to one by man to one committed I euer did expect a happy time When thou shouldst shake by bondage from thy backer I euer hop'd that thy vnwilling crime Would be forgot and thou secur'd from wracke For this I wish'd and prat'd both day and night I onely aym'd to haue thy body freed But heau'n beyond my reason had decreed Soule body both at once to free thee quite Thou in thy life hast past a world of trouble But death from double Iailes hath freed thee double Sonnet 4. COrruption Incorruption hath put on Immortall weake mortality is made Earths wo hath gain'd a happy heauenly throne By death life dyes by life deaths force doth fade Though death kill life yet life doth conquer death Death but puts off our Rags of shame and â—ine When for a moment's an eternall breath Life passing through the dore of death doth win This thou well knowst my much beloued friend And therefore thou didst dare death to his worst But he much busied could not thee attend Or durst not till thy cares thy heart had burst And then the slaue came stealing like a thiefe And 'gainst his will did giue thy woes reliefe Sonnet 5. THou fortunes foot-ball whom she vs'd to tosse From wrong to wrong from wo to wo againe From griefe rebounding backe to pinching paine As 't please the blind-fold Dame to blesse or crosse But thou vnmou'd with either gaine or losse Nor ioy nor care could vexe they constant braine Thou smil'dst at all her buffets with disdaine And all her fauours thou esteem'dst as drosse Her and her Fauorites thou still didst deeme Iust as they are not as they seeme to be Her Minions all as fooles thou didst esteeme And that 's the cause she would not fauour thee Then since such reck'ning she of fooles doth make Would thou hadst beene one for her fauours fake Sonnet 6. T Is written in the euer liuing Word The Rule and Square that men should liue thereby Afflictions are the tuch-stones of the Lord. By which he onely doth his seruants try Then Noble Moray thou hadst many a tuch And still the patience good and currant prou'd Thy manly carriage in thy griefs were such Which made thee more then much admir'd and lou'd What yeer what month week day or fading houre Wherein some mischiefe did thee not befall Yet had Affliction ouer thee no power To conquer thee but thou didst conquer all Vnnumbred times thou wast both toucht and tri'd And in thy Makers feare and fauour dy'd Sonnet 7. VVEep heart weepe eyes weep my vnable pen In teares of blood of water and lake With bread of sorrow and afflictions drinke I liue for I haue lost a man of men Yet heart eyes pen dry vp your teares agen He is not lost he 's rather newly found Enfranchis'd from a dolefull theeuish den And with a rich Immortall Crowne is crownd Then hart eies pen no more with teares be drownd Weepe not for him that doth reioyce for euer Yet this againe my comfort doth confound Hee 's lost to mee and I shall find him neuer Then weep Muse heart eies pen lament and weepâ— My ioyes are buried in eternall sleepe Sonnet 8. SLeepe gentle spirit in Eternall rest Free from all heart-tormenting sorrow sleepe Whilst I doe vent from my care-crazed brest Hart-wondring sighs that there their mansion keepâ—â— And let my grones from out that Cauerne deepe With lamentations and cloud-cracking thunder And let mine eyes an Inundation weepe Let sighs grones teares make all the world to wonder I meane my little Microcosmo world Sigh stormes grone thunder weep a floud of tearesâ— Through eu'ry part of me let griefe be hurld That whosoeuer my lamenting heares May mone with me the cause of this my Ditty Or if not mone with me vonchsafe to pitty Sonnet 9. SInce cursed fates haue fatally decreed To tosse and tumble harmelesse Innocence And all the crue of hels abortiue breed Haue glutted Enuies maw by lawes defence Yet God whose knowledge knows the least offence Who all things sees with his all-searching eye Doth with his glorious great omnipotence Right wronged wrongs heares his seruants cry His mercie 's not immur'd within the sky But freely he doth powre it downe on earth He with afflictions scourge his sonnes doth try And when he pleases turnes their mone to mirth And though man liues in care and dies in sorrow A heauy euening brings a ioyfull morrow Sonnet 10. WEll hast thou runne in this â—y weary race Well hast thou fought with Satan hand to haÌ„d Th' ast won the Goale and gain'd the blessed Land That 's neither limitted with time or place There thou attendest on the thâ—â—â—â—â—â—e of Grace There Angels and Archangels sweetly sing Eternall praises to th' eternall King And see the glorious brightnesse of his face All this I doubt not but thou wâ—ll hast done Not of thy selfe with shamefull sinne pollated But thy Redeemer hath the coâ—â—iest wonne And vnto thee the victorie's imputed He paid the score and cancell'd all thy bands And gaue thee to his blessed Fathers hands Sonnet 11. NOw may you theeuing Poets filch and steale Without controlement breaking Priscians pate For he that whilom could your theft reueale Your Criticke and your Hypercriticke late Now may you cog and lye and sweare and prate And make your idle verses lame and halt For by the pow'r of euiternall Fate Hee 's gone that could and would correct each fault But you haue greatest cause to moane his want You sacred heau'nly Sisters three times thrice He from your Gardens could all weeds supplant And replant fruites and flowres of pecrelesse price He kept vnbroke your Numbers Tipes Tropes But now hee 's dead dead are your onely hopes Sonnet 12. AS Solon to rich haplesse Croesus said No man is happy till his life doth end The proofe in thee so piainly is displaid As if he thy Natiuity had kend What mortall miseries could mischiefe send But thou therein hast had a treble share As if Calamities their powers should bend To make thy Corps a treasure-house of care Yet fell Aduersity thou didst out-dare And valiantly 'gainst stormes of woe resisted Loue of the world they minde could not insnare Thou knewst wherein the best of best consisted And as old Solon said so I agree Death makes men happy as it hath done thee Sonnet 13. NO 〈…〉 Trophee Vertue needes And good report a marble Tombe out-weares â—â—â—â—â— plaies the Herald proclaimes mens deeds Her Trumps Thrill sound the spacious world heares And such an vniuersall Tombe hast thou Borne on the tops of thousand thousand tongs Thy liuing merit doth thy name allow A Monument for euer which belongs To none but such as whilom was thy selfe Who vs'd the world as if they vs'd it not And did
serue the Sou'raigne of the Stygian Lake Say not to morrow thou wilt seeke the truth And when sin leaues thee thou wilt sinne forsake When thou no more through weaknes canst offend Then lame old rotten thou wilt God attend 47 When hoary haire and blood all frozen chill When eyes waxe dim and limbs are weake lame And that no more thy rash rebellious will Cannot performe vile deeds of sinne and shame When thou hast lost thy strength to doe more ill Then vnto Heau'n thy minde thou ' ginst to frame Thy youth in Satans seruice being spent In age thou think'st on God and dost repent 48 Supppose a man that 's much ingag'd to thee Hath a good Horse which thou dost much desire Thou offrest for him thrice his worth to be The Master of this Beast thou dost require But this ingrate full wretch will not agree To giue to sell him thee or let thee hire But lets him all his youth be rid by those Who are thy spightfull and thy mortall foes 49 And when hee 's leane and old and lame and blinde Gall'd foundred filtby wanting no disease Botts Glaunders Spauin broken in the winde Not a tooth left to mumpe on beanes and pease Then this Companion most vnkindly kinde Will let thee haue this Palfray if thou please If now past good thou scornest to receiue him Hee le slay his skin off the dogs shall haue him 50 Betwixt thy God and thee such is the case When thou art young strong sound of winde and lim Thy soule and body shuns his heau'nly Grace Thou wilt not serue thy God nor waite on him But heedlesse headlong run'st a hellish race Till age hath brought thee to the graues hard brim Then being clog'd with sin diseas'd and foule Thou offrest God thy body and thy soule 51 But dost thou thinke he is at thy command Or that his mercy must attend thy leasure Or dost thou thinke thou canst in iudgement stand And scape the iustice of his high displeasure Or dost thou thinke that his Almighty hand Is shortned or that his supernall pleasure Regards not how the Sonnes of Men doe liue Or that without Repentance hee 'le forgiue 52 Sly Satans Rage is almost at an end And well he knowes his domination's short He therefore now doth all his Engins bend To batter and confound our fleshly Fort He and his Ministers doe all attend To draw vs to his damn'd infernall Court. For if he lose our soules at latest cast T will be too late when all his power is past 53 And therefore now he plots his diuellish drifts To separate vs from our God so louing In making vs vnthankefull for his gifts And by our heynous sins his Anger mouing Whilst wings of Faith our prayers vpwards lifts To praise our Maker as is best behouing Then Satan kills our Zeale and vnawares We are intangled in vile worldly snares 54 God made enough all men to satisfie Yet not enough to giue one Man content For he that had the worlds whole foueraigntie Would couet for a further continent Ambitious thirst of fading Dignitie As though they were for euer permanent Doth banish Loue and euery heau'nly Motion Blinds all our Zeale and murders our Deuotion 55 'T is truely writ in many a thousand story And thousand thousand sheets of blotted paper Declares how terrene things are transitory Incertaine certaine wasting like a Taper How frothy painted Pompe and greedy Glory When least we thinke doth vanish like a vaper Experience teacheth this and truth bewraies it And various humane accidents displaies it 56 To day great Diues in a purple coate With Epicurian Appetite doth feed His cups with Wine doe ouerflow and floate His baggs with quoyne his heart from feare is freed And on the world and wealth doth only dote As if his death his life should not succeed He loues himselfe himselfe loues him agen And liu's a hated wretch of God and Men. 57 Nor stone or dropsie or the groaning Gowt Can make him with his wealth to liue in hate He maugre paine takes pleasure to finde out New Proiects to increase his too great state To marry much to much he casts about And neuer dreames of his expiring date Vntill he heare the fatall bell to towle And Hell stand gaping to deuoure his Soule 58 I'haue heard of an extortionizing Curr That hath beene numbd and sencelesse as a logg Who neither limbe or leg or ioynt could sturr But on his death-bed grunting like a Hogâ— And almost speechlesse with his rattling Murr Yet care of Coyne his conscience did so clogg That not a thought of Heau'n he could afford But ten â— the hundred was his latest word 59 Thus Gold that should be captiue vnto all Doth captiuate his Keeper as a slaue Who like an Idoll doth before it fall And neuer meanes another God to haue And when Heau'ns Pursiuant grâ—m-Death doth call To warne him to his vn-a-voyded Graue Vntill his Iawes be craw'd and ram'd with mold Hee 'le speake or speechles make a signe for gold 60 We ought no formed Creature to adore Or frame will-worship in our idle braine Nor of the Angells must we ought implore For Man and Angells helpe is all but vaine Yet pur-blind Auarice still gapes for more And makes his Mammonuish God his gaine He playes the Bawd his money is the Whore Whilst it breeds Bastards he doth hold the door 61 He thinks his life Angelicall because Amongst the Angells he doth spend his time And Royall he will be for in his pawes The Royalls are insnarde like birds in lime And with his Nobles he ordeineth Iawes That base extortion shall not be a crime He marks how Kingdomes Prouinces and Townes Are ouer-ruled by his cursed Crownes 62 But if he note his Angells what they be Not heau'nly nor yet those from Heau'n that fell But they are in a third and worse degree Dumb damned sencelesse ministers of Hell They cannot smell or feele taste heare or see And thousand times be'ng told yet cannot tell Th' ar lock'd and barr'd and bolted vp in thrall Which shewes their Nature not Angelicall 63 His Royalls doth not Royallize himselfe Or make him better then he is or was In spight of all his ill got canker'd Pelfe Hee 's but a miserable golden Asse The Deuills deare darling a most hatefull Else Which as Hells Factor on the Earth doth passe Were euery haire about him made a Royall He were a Wreath to God and Men disloyall 64 His Nobles no way doth enoble him Their Counsell cannot mend his Rascall minde His heart 's obdurate and his eyes are dim To thinke or see t'ward good to be inclinde Hee 'le venter soule and body life and â—â—â—â—â— To scrape and scratch what he must leaue behinde His Nobles thus ignobly make him liue And headlong to the Deuill their Master driue 65 Amongst his Marks he neuer marketh how He spends or lends or giues his ill got store He marks to make it multiply
he would that might be sacrificed to God to satisfie his Iustice for sinne and to recouer that eternall happinesse which was most miserably lost If man had had this liberty to aske and chuse a Redeemer surely I am verily perswaded that he would neuer haue beene so bold as to haue requested God to giue his well-beloued onely begotten Sonne to be crucified for him as in these dayes a condemned malefactor would be vndiscreet and vnkind if he should intreat his innocent friend to dye for him but if hee should request the Iudge on the Bench or the King on his Throane that either of them would doe him the fauour as to suffer his sonne to be executed for him if an offender should make such an vnreasonable request I imagine he would either be accounted mad or impudently foolish Seeing the case was such that man was altogether in misery remedilesse then did the God of mercy and Father of all consolation shew himselfe to bee in mercy boundlesse then did he promise to send his Sonne to be a Sauiour and Redeemer for as many as before and after his comming should lay hold on the merits of his death and passion which hee suffered for the Redemption of all true beleeuers At last in the fulnesse of time the eternall God-head was pleased to be so far abased as to leaue the blessed heauens to visit personally the cursed earth to forsake the glorious Throne and Crowne of vnspeakeable glory and Maiestie and by taking our fraile nature vpon him in the wombe of the Virgin to vndergoe all shame and calamitie and after many trauels and suffering innumerable reproaches to take the sinnes and transgressions of the whole World vpon his shoulders and being free from sinne was made sinne for vs and to redeeme vs from the Curse of the Law and the eternall wrath of God his Father was pleased to offer himselfe for a sacrifice of propitiation and reconciliation and to purchase vs eternall glory by his ignominious cruell and shamefull death of the Crosse. This was a Loue transcending all Loue so farre that no heart of Man or Angell could euer conceiue the last part of it that the King of Kings Lords of Lords should willingly and freely dye for his mortall enemies Seeing that Gods loue was so infinite to vs so many wayes as in creating vs not Beasts or Vermine but Men in redeeming vs when we wer in captiuity to the Deuill for euer with no lesse price then the precious heart blood of his owne Sonne for these and the rest of the multitude of his mercies let vs all in generall and euery Swearer and Blasphemer in particular examine our consciences how we doe with thankefulnesse requite this our good and gracious God for his vnmeasurable loue and mercy towards vs. How many of vs with very little search may finde our bosomes cram'd full of rebellious treacheries ingratitude that in stead of giuing God glory praise and thankes for all his benefits doe most accursedly or maliciously sweare him ouer and ouer from the head to the foot not leauing any part or attribute of him vnabused or not sworne by his body his soule his sides his heart his wounds his blood his entrailes his bones his feet nay they will not forbeare him â—â— much as his nailes so that the Iewes were more kind and lesse cruell in crucifying of him for they meddled neither with his soule or his bones but these wicked miscreants who are falsly called Christians doe their best endauours with all deuillisâ— greedinesse to cruciâ—â—â— againe the Lord of life and to teare him in pieces with oathes betwixt their cursed teeth I haue read in the Turkish History that is the a battell betwixt Amurath third Emperour of the Turkes and Lazarus Despot of Serâ—â—â—â— that the Archers were so many in the Turkish Army that in the fight they did as it were raine in showres vpon the Christians and with the multitude of the Arrowes like a clouâ—â— they darkned the earth And it is to be feared that euery houre in the day more oathes and shot at the Maiesty of God by wicked Câ—tiffes then the Turks did shoot Arrowers â—â—â— the Christians in that battell so that if our Sauiour had come into the World with a purpose to worke our perpetuall destruction and that the Deuill had beene the best friend we had in our redemption if it had or could haue beene so could men striue either to require the loue of the one with more seruice or the malice of the other with more abuse for Swearing is now in such high request that some man doth hold it a disparagement to his reputation not to sweare but to goe to Church he thinkes it too ciuill a course or to giue God thankes either before or after meales he is altogether ashamed and like a Micher muffles his face in his hat saying sometimes either nothing or nothing that any man can hears or vnderstand but to sweare and abuse the Name of God he is neuer ashamed but with open mouth he roares out his oathes stamping with his feete and beating his brest with more feruency then he said his prayers I haue heard a swearer most earnestly pray now and then to God but it hath beene â—â—â— beseech God to damne him or forsake him and on the other side I haue heard the same Rescall to beg and entreat the Deuill to take his soule and body making such great account of Hell that rather then hee would goe without it hee will request his bread meat or drinke to be his damnation but to desire God to forgiue his sins or to be thankefull for all his benefits to entreat saluation by true repentance â— through the merits of Christ Iesus these are things which he esteemes not worth the asking for altogether against the garbe of his Gentleman-like humour Now iudge with thy selfe whosoeuer thou beest that reads this dost thou thinke thou dealest well with God and that hee deserues no better vsage at thy hands A good name as Salomon faith is as a precious Oyntment and men are so chary and wary that they will by all meanes auoyd any scandall or dishonour of their names and it is Capitall Treason for any subiect to abuse or vilifie his King or Princes name Yet is God who is Almighty AEternall Incomprehensible the God of all glory Empires Kingdomes Principalities and Powers whose name is Wonderfull â—â—y and Iust at whose Name euery knee should bow with feare and reuerence before whose Throne the blessed Armies of Cherubins Seraphins Archangel Angels Patriarkes Prophets Apostles Saints and Martyrs doe continually sing Hallelutsh This great God whom the very Deuils in Hell doe beleeue and feare and tremble at his dreadfull wrath Iames 1.19 yet doth the earth breed monsters worse then Deuils and retaines and seedes more accursed fiends then Hell doth who with their vngodly breath doe as often as they can belch their odious oathes and blasphemie against the maiestie of
either case or cure her In briefe the Doctor being sent for comes and finds the Mercer her husband walking in his shop with a neighbour of his where after a Leash of Congees and a brace of Baeza los manus the Mercer told him that his Wife is a languishing sicke woman and withall entreats him to take the paines to walke vp the staires and minister some comfort vnto her Master Doctor who knew her disease by the Symptomes ascends vp into the Chamber to his longing patient staying an houre with her applying such directions and refections that her health was vpon the sudden almost halfe recouered so taking his leaue of her with promise of often visitation hee comes downe into the shoppe where the guiltlesse Bawd her husband was who demanding of the Doctor how all did aboue truely quoth hee much better then when I came but since I went vp your wife hath had two such strange violent fits vpon her that it would haue grieued your very heart to haue seene but part of one of them I my selfe doe know two men that lighted by chance into one of these houses of iniquitie in Antwerp and I dare be sworne that they went to commit no Carnall act nor did commit any but they perceiuing a pretty painted peece of punks flesh did suspect in what house they were the one of them taking her by the hand did aske her some questions wherein I thinke was not one word of God the other impatient that his fellow had ingrost all the familiarity and talke with the wench begins to stampe knocke and call at which the man of the house enters demanding What doe yee lacke You base Rascall quoth the other haue you no more Whores in your house must I stand like a Iacke an Apes here empty handed Good sir quoth mine host be patient and I will presently send mine owne wife to waite vpon you Nor is the skill and knowledge of a substantiall or Absolute Bawd easily gotten or learned no my Masters there is more in the matter then so First she 's a yong pretty Girle and passeth time away in the instructions rudiments and documents of a Whore till shee hath attained with many hazards to the yeeres of 30. or 35. in all which space she hath not spent her time idlely but hath beene a creature of much vse hauing for the common cause aduentur'd the blemmish of her Reputation the rigour of the Lawes as whippings Penance Imprisonments fines fees to Iustices Clarks Beadles and such inferiour Reliques of Authority Besides her valorous combats and conflicts with diseases wherein shee often approues her selfe one of the profitablest members in a Common-wealth to Physitians and Chyrurgians hauing I say passed all these degrees with much perill and iâ—opardy of her body * No tolleration then looke higher and thinke but on the shipwrake of her soule an aduenture of a greater price then shee 's aware of then towards the declining of her life and that her beautie fades What a deale of charge is shee at with sophisticated Art White and Red to emplaster decayed Nature her humility being such that when her owne head is bald she will weare the cast haire of any he or she â—â—â—ner that made a voyage in a string from Tyburne to either Heauen or Hell And lastly when as Art can no longer hide the furrowed or wrinkled deformities of her ouer-worne age then like a true well-willer to the old trade shee hath euer followed Whoring hauing left her very vnkindly before she was willing to leaue it she as her proper right for her long seruice takes vpon her the office and authority of a Bawd and as she was brought vp her selfe so with a motherly care her imployment is to bring vp others wherein her paines is not small in hyring Countrey wenches that come vp weekely with Carriers and putting them in fashion selling one Maydenhead three or foure hundred times and sometimes with great labour and difficulty shee 's forced to perswade mens wiues and daughters all which considered a Bawd doth not get her liuing with so great ease as the world supposeth nor is her aduenture paines charge and perill to be inconsiderately slighted And as blabbing babbling taletelling and discouering the faults and frailties of others is a most common and euill practice amongst too many so on the other side the vertues of a Bawd are much illustrated and confirmed by countrary effects For she is the maine store-house of secresie the Maggazin of taciturnity the clozet of conniuence the mumbudget of silence the cloathbagge of counsell and the Capease fardle packe * A necessary male for a man to trusse vp his trinkets iâ— male or female of friendly toleration Shee is full of intolerable charity for her whole trade and course of life is to hide and couer the faults of the grearest offenders in which regard she is one of the principall secretariesses to the great Goddesse Venus and one of her industrious vigilant most horrible priuie counsell not being ignorant of the liberall Arts and Sciences and exceedingly qualified in the seuen deadly sinnes And for her further behoofe shee hath an insight and can fashion her selfe to the humors of al Nations degrees conditions my steries and occupations First for her knowledges in the Arts and Sciences she hath the grounds of a A Bawd a Grammarian Grammar whereby she can speake and write Amorously fainedly merrily lamentably crastily purposely Bawdily these words all ending in Lye doe make her true dealing questionable yet her ayme is to liue profitably though her fate is to dye miserably Her skill in b An Astronomer Astronomy cannot be small for shee hath beene an often starre-gazer lying on her backe practis'd in eleuations retrogradations Coniunctions and planetary reuolutions put indeed shee is more addicted to accept the Moone for her Mistresse then the Sunne for her Master which makes her expert in night-workes euer changing from quarter to quarter not long abiding in any place sometimes shining in Lady-like resplendent brightnesse with admiration and suddenly againe eclipsed with the pitchy and tenebrous clouds of contempt and deserued defamation Sometimes at the Full at Pickt-hatch and sometimes in the Wane at Bridewell A Bawd is a c A Logician Logician which is perceiued by her subtill and circumuenting speeches doubtfull and ambiguous Apothegmes double significations intricate witty and cunning equiuocations like a skilfull Fencer that casts his eye vpon a mans foot and hits him a knocke on the pate so She by going the further about comes the neerer home and by casting out the Lure makes the Tassell Gentle come to her fist For Rhetoricke shee must haue the Theoricke and Practicke that though the subiect of her discourse or writing be foule and deformed yet must she like a d Mountebanks Raicatcher or Landloper medicine-monger quacke-saluer that couers his bitter pils in Sugar with the Embrodery of her eloquence flourish ouer her immodest
his Kingdome And let vs but marke and consider the plagues and punishments that God hath inflicted vpon Murderers Adulterers and incestuous persons First Cain although by his birth hee was the first man that euer was borne a Prince by his birth and heire apparant to all the world yet for the Murther by him committed on his brother he was the first Vagabond and Runnagate on the face of the earth almost fearefull of his owne shaddow and after he had liued a long time terrifide in Conscience was himselfe slaine as is supposed by Lamech Simeon and Leui the sonnes of Iacob were accurst of their Father for the slaughter of the Sichemites Ioab the Captaine of Dauids Host was slaine for the murthering of Abner Dauid himselfe for the death of Vrlas and the Adultery committed with Bethsheba was continually plagued and vexed with the Sword of Warre with the Rebellion of his owne sonnes and with the vntimely deaths of Aâ—non and Absolen Baanah and Rechab for the slaying of Ishbesheth the sonne of Saul they were both by Dauids commandement put to death who had both their hands and feete cut off and were afterward hanged ouer the Poole in Hebron Samuell 2. 4. The examples are infinite out of diuine and humane Histories that God did neuer suffer Murder to goe vnrewarded and this miserable man of whom I haue here related is a most mainfest spectacle of Gods reuenging vengeance for that crying and hainous sinne As concerning Lust and Incontinency it is a short pleasure bought with long paine a hunnied poyson a Gulfe of shame a Pick-purse a breeder of Diseases a gall to the Conscience a corrofide to the heart turning mans wit into foolish madnesse the bodies bane and the soules perdition to it is excessiue in youth and odious in age besides God himselfe doth denounce most fearefull threats against Fornicators and Adulterers as the Apostle saith that Whormongers and Adulterers shall not inherit the Kingdome of Heauen 1. Cer. 6. 9. And God himselfe saith that hee will bee a swift witnesse against Adulterers Mal. 3.5 And the Wise man saith that because of the whorish woman a man is brought to a â—â—â—â—â—â— of bread and a woman will hunt for the precious lifâ— of a man For faith he can a man take fire in â—â—â— bosome and his cloathes not bee burnt or can â—â—â— man goe vpon hot Coales and his feet not be burnt So hee that goesh in to his neighbours Wife â—â—â— not be innocent Prou. 6. 27 28 29. Abimelech one of the sonnes of Gedeon murdered three score and ten of his Brethren and in reward thereof by the iust Iudgement of God a woman with a piece of a Milstone beat out his braines after he had vsurped the Kingdome three yeeres Iudges the 9. Our English Chronicles make mention that Roger Mortimer Lord Baron of Wallingford merdered his Master King Edward the second and caused the Kings Vncle Edmund Earle of Kent causelesly to bee beheaded but Gods Iustice ouertooke him at last so that for the said Murders he was shamefully executed Humphâ—â—â— Duke of Glocester was murdered in the Abbey of Bary by William de la Poole Duke of Suffoâ—â—â— who afterward was beheaded himselfe on the Sea by a Pyrat Arden of Feuersham and Pâ—â—â— of Plimmouth both their Murders are fresh â—â—â— memory and the fearfull ends of their Wiue and their Ayders in those bloudy actions will neuer be forgotten It is too manifestly known what a number of Stepmothers and Strumpets haue most in humanely murdred their Children and so the same haue most deseruedly beene executed But in the memory of man nor scarcely in any History it is not to be found that a Father did euer take two Innocent Children â—â—â— of their beds and with weeping teares of pâ—â—ilesse pity and vnmercifull meroy to drown them shewing such compassionate cruelty and sorrowfull sighing remorcelesse remoâ—â—â— in that most vnfatherly and vnnaturall deed All which may be attributed to the malice of the Diuell whose will and endeauour that none should be saued who layes out his traps and snares intangling some with Luâ—â—â— some with Couetousnesse some with Ambition Drunkennesse Enuy Murder Sloth or any Vice whereto he sees a man or a woman moâ—â—â— inclined vnto as he did by this wretched maâ—â—â—lulling him as it were in the cradle of sensâ—â—â— and vngodly delight vntill such time as â—â—â— his meanes reputation and credit was â—â—â— and nothing left him but misery and â—â—â— Then hee leads him along through â—â—â— and feares to haue no hope in Gods â—â—â— perswading his Conscience that â—â—â— sinnes were vnpardonable and his estate â—â—â— credit vnrecouerable With these suggestions hee led him on to despaire and in desperation to kill his Children and make shipwracke of his owne soule in which the diligence of the Diuell â—â—â— that hee labours and trauels vnâ—â—â— and as Saint Bernard saith in the â—â—â— day shall rise in condemnation against vs because hee hath euer beene more diligent to destroy soules theÌ„ we haue been to saue them And for a Conclusion let vs beseech God of â—â—â— infinite mercy to defend vs from all the â—â—â— temptations of Satan IOHN ROVVSE his Prayer for pardon of his lewd life which bee vsed to pray in the time of his imprisonment GOD of my Soule and Body haue mercy vpon mee the one I haue cast away by my Folly and the other is likely to perish in thy Funy vnlesse in thy great mercie thou â—â—â— My Sinnes are deepe Seas to drowne me I am swallowed vp in â—â—â— bottomlesse gulfe of my owne â—â—â—gressions With Cain I haue beene Murtherer and with Iudas a Betrayer me Innocent My body is a slaue to â—â—â— and my wretched Soule is deúouâ—â—â— vp by Hell Blacke haue beene my â—â—â— and blacker are my deeds I haue beene the Diuels instrument and am now become the scorne of men a a Serpent vpon earth and an Outcast from Heauen What therefore can become of mee miserable Caitifle If I looke vp to my Redeemer to him I am an Arch Traytor if vpon Earth it is drowned with Blood of my shedding if into Hell there I see my Conscience burning in the Brimstone Lake God of my Soule and Body haue mercy therefore vpon mee Saue mee O saue mee or else I perish for euer I dye for euer in the world to come vnlesse sweet Lord thou catchest my repeÌ„tant Soule in thine Armes O saue me saue me saue me JOHN ROVVSE of Ewell his owne Arraignment Confession Condemnation and Iudgement of himselfe whilst hee lay Prisoner in the White Lyon for drowning of his two Children I Am arraign'd at the blacke dreadfull Barre Where Sinnes sored as Scarlet Iudges are All my Inditements are my horrid Crimes Whose Story will affright succeeding Times As now they driue the present into wonder Making Men treÌ„ble as trees strucke with Thunder If any askes what euidence comes in O 'T is my Conscience which hath euer bin A thousand witnesses and now it tels
A Tale to cast me to ten thousand Hels The Iury are my Thoughts vpright in this They sentence me to death for doing amisse Examinations more there need not then Than what 's confest here both to God and Men. The Cryer of she Court is my blacke Shame Which when it calls my Iury doth proclaime Vnlesse as they are summon'd they appeare To giue true Verdict of the Prisoner They shall haue heauy Fines vpon them set Such as may make them dye deepe in Heauens debt About me round sit Innocence and Truth As Clerkes to this high Court and little Ruth From Peoples eyes is cast vpon my face Because my facts are barbarous damn'd and base The Officers that 'bout me thicke are plac'd To guard me to my death when I am cast Are the blacke stings my speckled soule now feeles Which like to Furies dogge me close at heeles The Hangman that attends me is Despaire And gâ—owing wormes my fellow-Prisoners are His Inditement for murder of his Children THe first who at this Sessions â—â—â— doth call me Is Murder whose grim visage doth appall me His eyes are fires his voice rough winds out-rores And on my bead the Diuine vengeance scares So fast and fearefully I sinke to ground And with â— were in twenty Oceans drownd He sayes I haue a bloudy Villaine bin And to proue this ripe Euidence steps in Brew'd like my selfe Iustice so brings about That blacke sinnes still hunt one another out 'T is like a rotten frame ready to fall For one maine Post being shaken puls downe all To this Inditement holding vp my hand Fattered with Terrors more then Irons stand And being ask'd what to the Bill I say Guilty I cry O dreadfull Sessions dayâ— His Iudgement FOr these thick Stigian streams in which th' ast â—â—â— Thy guilt hath on thee laâ—d this bitter doome Thy loath'd life on a Tree of shame must take A leaue compeld by Law e'r old age make Her signed Passe port ready Thy offence No longer can for dayes on earth dispense Time blot thy name out of this bloudy roule And so the Lord haue mercy on my Soule His speech what hee could say for himselfe O Wretched Caitiffe what perswasiue breath Can cal back this iust Sentence of quick death I begge no beene but mercy at Gods hands The King of Kings the Soueraigne that coÌ„maâ—â— Both Soule and Body O let him forgiue My Treason to his Throne and whilst I liue Iebbits and Racks shall torture limme by limme Through worlds of Deaths I 'l breake to fly to him My Birth-day gaue not to my Mothers wombe More ease then this shall ioyes when e'r it come My body mould to earth sinnes sink to Hell My penitent Soule win Heauen vain world farewell FINIS TAYLORS REVENGE OR The Rimer VVILLIAM FENNOR firkt ferrited and finely fetcht ouer the Coales To any that can read BE thou either Friend or Foe or indifferent all 's one Read Laugh like or dislike all the care is taken The chiefest cause why I wrote this was on set purpose to please myselfe Yet to shew thee the meaning of this little building imagine the Epistle to be the doore and if thou please come in and see what stuffe the whâ—â—â— Frame is made off Bee it therefore knownne vnto all men that I Iohn Taylor Watermanâ— â—â—â—agree with William Fennor who arrogantly and falsely entitles himselfe the Kings Masâ— â—â—â—Riming Poet to answer me at a triall of Wit on the seuenth of October last 1614 â—â—â— the Hope stage on the Bank-side and the said Fennor receiued of mee ten shillings in â—â—â— of his comming to meet me whereupon I caused 1000 bills to be Printed and diuulg'd â—â—â—1000 wayes and more giuing my Friends and diuers of my acquaintance notice of â—â—â— Bear-garden banquet of dainty Conceits and when the day came that the Play should â—â—â—haue beene performed the house being fill'd with a great Audience who had all spent their moâ—â—â— extraordinarily then this Companion for an Asse ran away and left mee for a Foole amongst thousands of criticall Censurers where I was ill thought of by my friends scorned by â—â—â— and in conclusion in a greater puzzell then the blinde Beare in the midst of all her â—â—â—broth Besides the summe of twenty pounds in money I lost my Reputation amongst â—â—â— and gaind disgrace in stead of my better expectations In Reuenge of which wrongs done â—â—â— me by the said Riming Rascall I haue written this Inuectiue against him chiefly because ill-looking Hound doth not confesse he hath intur'd mee nor hath not so much honestly â—â—â— bring or send me my money that he tooke for earnest of me but on the contrary parts â—â—â— and abuses mee with his calumnious tongue and scandalizeth me in all Companies â—â—â— beares me nominated But in a word Reader when thou hast read this that followes I thinke thou wilt iudge me cleare of the many false Imputations that are laid vpon mee So I â—â—â—thee to thy Considerations and I proceed to my Exclamations Thine as thou art mine IOHN TAYLOR WILLIAM FENNOR Anagramma NV VILLANY For me OR Forme NV VILLANY NV VILLANY Forme Nue fresh and New Or Forme NV VILLANY Come Turk come Iew â—â—â— who dares come for I haue found a Theame That ouerflowes with matter like a streame And now stand cleere my masters ' ware your shins For now to kick and fling my Muse begins How fit his name is Anagrammatiz'd And how his Name is Anatomiz'd 'T would make a horse with laughing breake his bridle But to the purpose long delayes are idle TO WILLIAM FENNOR COME Sirrha Rascall off your clothes S r strip For my Satyrrick whip shall make you skip Th'adst better to haue dealt with all the Deuils They could not plague thee with so many euils Nay come man neuer whine or crooch or kneele My heart cannot one lot of pitty feele I haue squeez'd the Gall from out the Lernean snake With which Reuengefull Inke I meane to make Which I with Aqua-fortis will commix Yblended with the lothsome Lake of Stix And with that Marrow-eating hatefull Inke I 'll make thee more then any Aiax stinke A Scritch-owles quill shall be my fatall pen That shall emblaze thee basest slaue of men So that when as the pur-blind world shall see How vildly thou hast plaid the Rogue with mee They shall perceiue I wrong them not for pelse And thou shalt like a Rascall hang thy selfe What damned Villaine would forsweare sweare At thou didst 'gainst my challenge to appeare To answer me at Hope vpon the stage And thereupon my word I did ingage And to the world did publish printed Bills With promise that we both would shew our skills And then your Rogue-ship durst not shew your face But ran away and left me in disgrace To thee ten shillings I for earnest gane To bind thee that thou shouldst not play the Knaue Curre hadst thou no mans Credit to betray But mine or couldst thou find no other way
streams WheÌ„ to y e vnder world day takes his flight And leaues th' Horizon all in darknesse dight When Philomell doth 'gainst a thorne proclaime Iâ— dulcet notes the lustfull Tereâ—s shame When Maddam Midnight shewes her Ebon face And darkenesse doth the Hemisphere embrace Tâ—en to keepâ— all things peaceable and well The watchfull Constable keepes continell Then if a man with drinks his wit hath left Or hath committed leachery or these Or murder then the Constable thinkes fit That such committers straitly he commit Hee 's Lord high Regent of the redious night Man of the Mooâ—e he may be called right Great generall of Glewoâ—m Owles and Bats Comptroler ouer such a whip the Cats Dianâ—ts Forrester that with regard Doth guard the Heard that liues within his ward His vigilancy is most manifest For through his hornes he lightens all the rest Like Minoâ— or iust iudging â—â—â—â—â—â— He walkes the dukesome 〈…〉 Attended with his G blans clad in 〈…〉 〈…〉 Vâ—â—â—â—â—â—â—â—â— shâ—wes her bluâ—â—â—â—â—◠〈…〉 And â—â—â—â—â—â— doth shine and 〈…〉 Maâ—ge â—â—â—â—â— whooting â—â—â—â—â—â—â—◠〈…〉 Then goes the Constable and 's watch to â—ed Tais officer in the â—â—â—â— place â— put Hâ— that comes next is of another â—â—â— Yet he 's a member of the peace comâ—â—â—â—â—â— And writ most common â— an aâ—â—e in â—â—â— Image of office he is held to be And has his staff â—ipt â—â—â—â—â—â—â—â—â—â— He has his bill men which â—â—â— hardly kerpe The name of watchmen for â—â—â—â—â—â—â—â— asleepe His word is Who goes there â—â—â—â—â—â—â—â—â—◠〈…〉 S 〈…〉 stand still and com◠〈…〉 Sayes a man's drunke when his â—â—â—â— case is so But let a quar'ling slaue indeed goe by Leading by thâ—arme his rampâ—â—â— vâ—nâ—â—y A thing of filthy â—â—â—â—â— like a swâ—nâ— That searce can goe laden with â—â—â— and â—â—â—â— They for their sixpence shall paâ—â—â— by in state The porter with a leg will ope the gate Worship'd and guarded to their lodging safe Not with Bâ—ls onely buâ—th osâ—â—â—ous staffe Whil'st the good sober man that nothing gaue Is strait committed for a dangerous knaue Traytor to th' State and in the lay le must lye Whil'st th' other's lighted to their lâ—chery This Constable may haue a trick in store His house may be safe harbour for a whore Because no man will offer to search there She there may rest and roost secure from feare There she may lodge and trade too if she will As sure and safe as theeues are in a Mill Or Suburbs for the birth of Bastaâ—ds are For all desire to lay their bellies there Nay as a Compter for a Fellon's home Or Ladies chamber for a Priest from Rome But yet I say 't is poâ— a matter hard To finde an honest Constable in 's ward Trust for bid else and waking watchmen to Whose bils were neuer stolne and much adoe To be corrupted with a villaines shâ—alling To wrong the good and bad mens minds fulfilling Such men as those I thinke some few there be And for the rest would thay were hang'd for me Hâ— when my Cormâ—ant is at rest and thinkes Poore fish no harme nor ought that water drinkers That 's a night Cormrant and at midnight swils Whole cans and pots with Cheaters and there Iils He makes all fish that comes into his net Drinks drunke and sleeps and then the watch is set A London Serieant and Taylor THE ARGVMENT A brace of Hell hounds that â—â— earth dâ—e dwell This tyrâ—â—ize on pâ—ore mens bâ—dies more If moâ—e they could then diuels o're soules in bell Whose musicke in the groanings of the poore These when they buy their office sell their soules No Cormorants are such denouring fowles THe Serieaâ—t I before the Iaylor name Because he is the dog that hunts the game He worries it and brings it to the toyle And then the Iaylor liues vpon the spoyle I 'ue knowne a Serieant that foure houres hath sate Peeping and leeting through a tauerne geate His Yeoman on the other side the way Keeping the like match boâ— for one poore prey Who when they spâ—d like Masâ—â—ff they come neere him And by the throat like cruell câ—rs they teare him If he hath money to the Tauerne straight These sucking purse leaches will on him wait But if his stocke below and 's pockets dry To th'layle with him there let him starue and dye Yet for all this a Serieant is deuout For he doth Watch and prey much out of doubt He sels no spice and yet in euery place He 's shalfe Groceâ— for he liues by 's mace He 's part a Gentleman for vp and downe Their steps he followes round about the towne And yet he seemes a Iugler too by this He oft from shape to shape so changed is As sometimes like an Amsterdammian brother Sometimes a Porters shape sometimes another Sometimes t' a Counseilour at law and then T' a lame and blinded begger and agen T' a Country Seruingman that brings a Deere And with these trickes his prey he doth come neere Wherein he imirates the Diuell aright Who can put on an Angels thape of light That so his craft may on mens soules preuaile So Serieants snare mens bodies for the Iaile Time was he wore a proper kind of coat And in his hand a white rod as a note Whereby a man farre off a knaue might spy And shun him if he were in jeopardy But now to no such â—abit he is bound Because his place ne're cost him eight scorc pound To get the which againe he must disguise And vse a thousand shifts and villanies Oh that a man so little grace should haue To giue so much to be iâ—â—eem'd a knaue To be shau'd duck'd and vnpittyed dye Curst and contemn'd within his guaue to â—â—e To hazard soule and body ne've to thriâ—e But by mens harmes deuoâ—ring them aliue To be the hang-mans guard and wait vpon The Gallowes aâ—zn Execution But yet the office is most fit led ot â—â—â— And fit that honest men should haue it fâ—â—â— Now for the other sucking diuell the Iaylor His work 's brought to him as he were a Taylor As if he were a â—â—encer he 'll begin And aske a man what Ward he will be in But first the prisoner drawes without delay A sop for Cerberus that turnes the key Then the old prisoners garnish doe demand Which straight must be discharged out of hand But if he cannot pay or doth deny He thrusts him in the hole there lets him lye If a good prisoner hath a well linde purse The Iaylor then esteemes him as his nurse Suckes like a Bulcaise and doth neuer cease Till with much griefe he heares of a release An vnder-keeper though without â—â—â— Is s continuali knaue in spight on 's heart If to the prisoners he be sharpe and curell He proues their knaue and his good masters Iewellâ— If vnto them himselfe he will behaue He is their Iewell and his masters knaue So let him turne himselfe which way he can He seldome shall be held and honest man Perhaps
learned langâ—ages adorn'd admir'd Saint Peter preaching tels the people plaine How they the liuing Lord of life had slaine Some slout and mocke remaining stubborne hearted And many Soules peruerted are conuerted The Church increases daily numbers comes And to the Gospels furth'ring giue great Summes Acts. False Ananias and his faithlesse wife In dreadfull manner lost their wretched life The enuious people stone the Martye Steuen He praying for his foes leaues earth for Heauen The Churches Arch foe persecuting Saul Is made a conuert and a preaching Paul He 's clapt in Prison manacled nad fetter'd And through his troubles still his zeale is better'd Th Apostle Iames by Herod's put to death And Herod eat with Lice loft hatefull breath Th' increasing Church amongst the Gentiles spreds By Nâ—re Paul and Peter lost their heads Romanes Th' Apostle Paul from Corinth writes to Rome To strength their faith and tell them Christ is come He shewes how high and low both Iew and Greeke Are one with God who faithfully him seeke He tels how sinne in mortall bodies luâ—kes How we are sau'd by faith and not by workes In louing tearmes the people he doth moue To Faith to Hope to Charity and Loue. 1. Corinthâ— Paul to Corinthus from Philippy sends Their Zeale and Faith he louingly commends He tels them if Gods Seruice they regard Th' eternall Crowne of life is their reward 2. Corinths In this Saint Paul sends the Corinthians word Afflictions are the blessings of the Lord. He doth desire their Faith may still increase He wishes their prosperity and peace Galathians He tels them that their whole Saluations cause Is all in Christ and not in Moses Lawes The Law 's a glasse where men their sinnes doe sec And that by Christ we onely saued be Ephesians Paul bids cast off the old man with his vice And put on Christ our blest redempcions price Philippians He bids them of false teachers to beware He tels them that Humilitie is rare And though they liue here in a vaile of strife Yet for them layd vp is the Crowne of life Colossians Th' Apostle doth reioyce and praiseth God That these Colossians in true Faith abode He praiseth them he bids them watch and pray That sin an Sathan worke not their decay 1. Thessalonians He thanketh God his labour 's not in vaine So stedfast in the faith these men remaine That they to others are ablelled light By their example how to liue vpright 2. Thessalonians Againe to them he louingly doth write He bids them pray the Gospell prosper might He wishes them prosperitie and wealth And in the end Soules euerlasting health 1. and 2. to Timothy Paul shewes to Timothy a By shop must In life and doctrine be sincâ—re and iust And how the Scriptures power haue to perswade Whereby the man of God is perfect made Titus To Titus 'mongst the Creetans Paul doth send And warnes him what â—allow or reprehend Philemon Paul earnestly the Master doth request To pardon his poore man that had transgrest Hebrewes Although this booke doth beare no Authors name It shewes the Iews how they thier liues should frame And that the Ceremoniall Law is ended In Christ in whom all grace is comprenended S. Iames. Heare speake and doe well the Apostle faith For by thy workes a man may see thy faith I. and 2. to Peter He counsels vs be sober watch and pray And still be ready for the Iudgement day 1 2 and 3. of Iohn He shewes Christ di'de and from the graue arose To saue his friends and to confound his foes S. Iude. Iude bids them in all Godlinesse proceed And of deceiuing teachers on take heed Reuelation Diuine S. Iohn to Pathmos I le exilde This heauenly worâ— t' instruct vs he compild He tels the godly God shall be their gaines He threats she godlesse with eternall paines He shewes how Antichrist should reigne and rage And how our Sauiour should his pride asswage How Christ in glory shall to Iudgement come And how all people must abide his doome A Prayer GOod God Almighty in compassion tender Preserue and keepe King Charles thy Faiths defender Thy Glory make his Honor still increase In Peace in Warres and in Eternall peace Amen THE BOOKE OF MARTYRS DEDICATED TO THE RIGHT HONOVRABLE WILLIAM EARLE OF PEMBROOKE c. MY Lord my weake Collection out hath tooke The summe and pith of the great Martyrs Booke For pardon and protection I intreat The Volume's little my presumption great IOHN TAYLOR I Sing their deaths who dying made death yeeld By Scriptures sword and faiths vnbattered shield Whom Sathan men or monsters could not tame Nor sorde them to deny their Sauiours name Euangelists that did the Gospell write Apostles and braue Martyrs that did fight Gainst death and hell and all the power of sin And boldly dâ—de eternall life to win Iohn Baptist by King Herod lost his head Who to the world repentance published Our blest Redeemer in his loue did follow And conquered death mans sinfull soule to hallow He was the death of death and he did quell The sting and power of Sathan sin and hell And vnder his great standard valiantly A number numberlesse haue darde to die Through bondage famine slauery sword and fire Through all deuised torments they aspire Victoriously to gaine th' immortall Crowne Of neuer-ending honour and renowne Saint Steuen was the third that lost his breath And for his Masters sake was ston'd to death And after him in Scripture may we reade The Apostle Iames was brain'd and butchered Saint Marke th Euangelist in fire did burne And Bartholmen was flead yet would not turne Saint Andrew like a valliant champion dide And willing on a croste was crucifide Matthias Philip Peter and Saint Paul Ston'd crucified beheaded Martyrs all Th' Apostles of their liues no reckoning make And thinke them well spent for their Sauiours sale The tyrant Emperours in number ten Most cruell barb'rous and inhumaine men More Christians by their bloudy meanes did sâ—â—y Then for a yeere fiue thousand to each day And many Romane Bishops in those dayes Were Martyrd to their high Creators praise And though each day so many thousands bleed Yet doubtly more and more they daily breed As Camomile growes better bâ—ing trod So death and tortures draw more vnto God Or as the vine that 's cut and prun'd beares more In one yeere then it did in three before This bloudy persecution did out-weare After Christs death the first three hundred yeere Thus did the primitiue first Church endure Being Catholike Apostolike and pure Then ouer all the world t was truely knowne That Romish Bishops claimed but their owne In their owne Diocesse to be chiefe Pastor And not to be the worlds great Lord and master And now our Britaine glory will I sing From Lucius reign the worlds first Christian King Vnto these dayes of happy peacefull state A Catalogue of Martyrs I le relate First Vrsula and eleuen thousand with her All Virgins for
they form'd deform'd reform'd againe By God by Satan and our Sauiours paine 8 Mans Generation did from God proceed A mortall Body and a Soule Eternall Degeneration was the Deuils deed With false delusions and with lies infernall Regeneration was our Sauiours meede Whose death did satisfie the wrath supernall Thus was man found and lost and lost was found By Grace with Glory euer to be crownd 9 Man was Produc'de seduced and reduc'de By God by Satan and by God agen From good to ill from ill he was excusd'e By merit of th' Immortall Man of men The vnpolluted bloud from him was sluc'de To saue vs from damnations dreadfull den Thus man was made and marde and better made By Him who did sinne death and hell inuade 10 Let man consider then but what he is And contemplate on what erst he hath bin How first he was created heire of blisse And how he fell to be the Child of sinne How of himselfe he hourely doth amisse And how his best workes doe no merit winne Except acceptance make them be esteem'd Through his obedience that our Soules redeem'd 11 Before thou wast remember thou wast nought And out of nought or nothing thou wast fram'de And how thy Body being made and wrought By God was with a liuing Soule inflam'de And how th' Eternall Nomenclator taught Thee name all Creatures that were euer nam'de And made thee Stuard of the worlds whole treasure And plac'de thee in a Paradise of pleasure 12 Then wast thou Viceroy to the King of heau'n And great Lieutenant to the Lord of hosts The rule of all things vnto thee was giu'n At thy command all creatures seru'd like posts To come or goe and at thy becke were driu'n Both neere and farre vnto the farthest coasts God all things made as seruants vnto thee Because thou only shouldst his seruant be 13 He gaue life vnto hearbes to plants and trees For if they wanted life how could they grow A beast hath life and sence moues feeles and sees And in some sort doth good and euill know But man 's before all Creatures in degrees God life and sence and reason did bestow And left those blessings should be transitory He gaue him life sence reason grace and glory 14 Then let our meditations scope be most How at the first we were created good And how we wilfull grace and goodnes lost And of the sonnes of God were Satans brood Then thinke the price that our Redemption cost Th' eternall Sonne of Gods most precious blood Remember this whilst life and sence remaine Else life and sence and reason are in vaine 15 Thou to requite thy God that all thee gaue Ingratefully against him didst rebell Whereby from Regall state thou turnedst slaue And heau'nly lustice doom'd thee downe to hell As thy rebellion from thy God thee draue So ' gainst thee all things to rebellion fell For when to heau'n thy due obedience ceast Thy disobedience taught each brutish beast 16 Now see thy miserable wretched state Thou and the earth is â—kâ— with thee accurst All worldly things which thee obaide of late In stiffe commotion now against thee burst And thee for euer droue from Eden gate To liue an exilde wretch and which is worst Thy soule Gods darling fell from her prefermeÌ„t To be the Deuils thrall in endlesse torment 17 But Mercies sea hath quenched Iustice fire And Heau'ns high heire in pitty of mans caâ—â— In person came and satisfide Gods ire And gracelesse man new Reposseâ—t in Grace The Sonne of God came downe to raise vs higher To make vs Glorious he himselfe made baâ—â— To draw vs vp downe vnto earth he came And honor'd vs by putting on our shame 18 Who can conceiue the Glory he was in Aboue the heau'ns of heau'ns in threan'd in blisse Who can conceiue the losse that he did winne To rectiâ—ie and answer our amisse Who can conceiue the Mountaines of our sinne That must be hid with such a sea as this No heart no tongue no pen of mortall wight These things can once conceiâ—e or speake or write 19 Man may collect th' abundance of his vice And the deare loue his God to him did beare In thinking on th'inestimable price Was paid his unâ—e-pollated â—ouâ—e to cleare To giue him an immortall Paradise And to redeeme his foes to pay so dâ—are For if our sinnes had not beene more then much The ransome of them â—ure had not beene such 20 The blood of any mighty mortall King Was insufficient this great debt to pay Arch-angels power or Angels could not bring A Ransome worth forbcarance but a day The onely Sonne of God must doe this thing Elâ—e it must be vndone and we for aye God was the Creditor and man the debter Christ God man did pay none could pay better 21 Then since thy sinfull Some from Grace was lost And since by Grace it hath found Grace againe Since being lost so great a price is lost T'enfranchise it from euerlasting paine And since thy crimes are quit thy debts are crost Thy peace with God the way to heau'n made plain Let not all this in vaine for thee be done But thankfull be to God through Christ his Sonne 22 Forget not thou aâ—t ashes earth and dust And that from whence thou cam'st then shalt again And at the last Trumpe that appeare thou must When Procseys and Essoynes are all in vaine Where iust and â—â—iust shall haue iudgement iust For euer doomb'd to endlesse ioy or paine Where though that thou bee damn'd it is Gods glory Thy wife thy sonne thy â—ire will not be sorry 23 Me thinks it should make man this world to lotâ—e When that which will a thousand cloâ—â—â— and feede It should but onely one man â—eede and clothe In â—ares excesse and gorgewisnesse of weede Yet this braue canker this consuming moth Who in his life ne'r meanes to doe good deede Must be ad or'd for those good paâ—ts he waâ—â—â—s By fearefull Fooles and flattering Sicophanâ—â— 24 Hath he the title of an earthly grace Or hath he Honor Lordship Worship or Haâ—h he in Court some great comâ—anding place Or hath he weaâ—th to be regarded for If with these honors vertue he embrace Then loue him else his pâ—ck â—oiâ—t pompe abhoâ—e Sun-shine on dung-hâ—ls makes them â—â—â—â—â—â— the more And Honor shewes all that was had before 25 Shall men giue reu'rence to a painted trunke That 's nothing but all outside and within Their senses are with blacke damnation drunke Whose heart â—s Satans Tap-house or his Inneâ— Whose Reputation inwardly is â—unkâ— Though outwardly raisd vp and swolne with â—â—â— I thinke it worâ—e then to adore the Deuiâ—â— To worship his baâ—e instrumenrs of â—uill 26 No looke vpon the Man and not his Case See how he doth his Maker imiâ—ate If Grace supernall giue internall Grace That makes his minde on vertue contemplate That holds this world and all things in 't as base Knowes death makes happy or vnfortunate That doth no
Steward be Which at the last the Lord shall faithfull finde Heart tongue or eyes cannot thinke speake or see The glory that to him shall be assignde He shall out-passe the Angells in degree He shall out-shine all Starres that euer shinde He shall for euer and for euer sing Eternall prayses to his God and King 85 Vnto which God the Father first and last Whose goodnes all conseru's preseru's and seeds To God the Sonne whose merits downe hath cast Sinne death and hell due vnto sinners meeds To thee O Holy Ghost that euer wast The blessing that from Sire and Sonne proceeds And to the vn-deuided Three in One All Power and Praise and Glory be alone FINIS TO THE TRVELY VVORTHY AND RIGHT HONOVRABLE IOHN MORAY L. VISCOVNT ANNAN EARLE OF Annandale one of the Gentlemen of his Maiesties Royall Bed-chamber Earths Honours and Heauens happinesse THis Booke Good Sir the issue of my braine Though farre vnworthy of your worthy view Yet I in duty offer it to you In hope you Gently it will entertaine And though the Method and the Phrase be plaine Not Artlike writ as to the stile is due Yet is it voyde of any thing vntrue And truth I know your fauour shall obtaine The many fauours I from you haue had Hath forc'd me thus to shew my thankefull minde And of all faults I know no vice so bad And hatefull as ingratefully inclinde A thankefull Heart is all a poore mans pelfe Which with this Booke I giue your Worthy Selfe Your Worships euer most obliged IOHN TAYLOR THE SEVERALL SIEGES ASSAVLTS SACKINGS AND FINALL DESTRVCTION OF the Famous Ancient and memorable Citty of IERVSALEM THe Iustice Mercy and the Might I sing Of heau'ns inst mercifull Almighty KING By whose fore-knowledge all things were elected Whose power hath all things made al protected Whose Mercies flood hath quencht his Iustice flame Who was is shall be One and still the same Who in the Prime when all things first began Made all for Man and for himselfe made Man Made not begotten or of humane birth No Sire but God no Mother but the Earth Who ne'r knew Childhood of the â—ucking teate But at the first was made a man compleat Whose inward Soule in God-like forme did shine As Image of the Maiestie Diuine Whose supernaturall wisedome beyond Nature Did name each sensible and sencelesse creature And from whose Star-like Sand-like Generation Sprung euery Kindred Kingdome Tribe and Nation All people then one language spake alone Interpreters the world then needed none There liued then no learned deepe Grammarians There were no Turkes no Scythians no Tartarians Then all was one and one was onely all The language of the vniuersall Ball. Then if a Traueller had gone as farre As from the Artick to th' Antartick starre If he from Boreas vnto Auster went Or from the Orient to th' Occident Which way soeuer he did â—â—â— or minde He had beene sure his Country-man to find One hundred thirty winters since the Flood The Earth one onely language vnderstood Vntill the sonne of Cush the sonne of Cham A proud cloud-scaling Towre began to frame Trusting that if the world againe were drown'd He in his lofty building might rest sound All future Floods he purposd to preuent Aspiring to Heau'ns glorious Battlement But high Iehouah with a puff was able To make ambitious Babel out a bable For what is man that he should dare resist The great Almighties pow'r who in his fist Doth gripe Eternity and when he please Can make and vnmake Heau'n and Earth Seas For in their expectation of conclusion He plag'd them all with sundry Tongues confusion Such Gibrish Gibble Gabble all did tangle Some laugh some fret all prate all diffring wrangle One calls in Hebrew to his working Mate And he in Welch Glough wheâ— Comrage doth prate Another gapes in English or in Scotch And they are answer'd in the French or Dutch Caldaicke Syriacke and Arabian Greeke Latine Tuscan and Armenian The Transiluaniae and Hungarian The Persian and the rude Barbarian All these and diuers more then I can number Misunderstanding tongues did there incumber Thus he that sits in Heau'n their plots derided And in their height of pride their tongues deuided For in this sudden vnexpected chang The wife and husband Sire and sonne were strange The Brother could not vnderstand the Brother The Daughter stands amazed at her Mother By euery one a seuerall part is acted And each vnto the other seemesdistracted Thus by the iustice of the Lord of Hosts Each seuerall tongue was driu'n to seuerall coasts And GOD peculiar to himselfe did chuse His most beloued yet hard-hearted Iewes Iehouahs honor with them then did dwetl His name was onely knowne in Israel Salem his habitation was of yore In Sion men his Glory did adore Th' Eternall Trine and Trine Eternall One In Iury then was called on alone The sonnes of Heber were the adopted stocke Gods onely Chosen holy sacred Flocke Amongst all Nations them he onely lik'd And for his owne vse them he culd and pik'd Them his sin-killing sauing word he gaue T' instruct them what condemn'd and what would saue To them he gaue his word his Couenants band His Patriarks his Prophets and his hand Did blesse defend instruct correct and guide The Iewes and no one Nation else beside For them a world of wonders hath he done To them he sent his best begotten Sonne On them a Land he freely did bestow Where milke and hony plentiously did flow With them he was till they from him did turne And wilfully against his blessings spurne All heau'nly earthly Soules or Bodies good They lack'd no temp'rall or eternall food His Temple builded in Ierusalem Where he had daily sacrifice from them Where though their seruice was defect and lame Th' Almighties mercy did accept the same For though Mans sin is great God hath decreed To take his best endeuour for a deed And whilst they in his loue and feare abode They were his people he their gracious God But when impieties began to breed And ouergrow old Iacobs sacred seed When they from good to bad began to fall From ill to worse from worst to worst of all When Gods great mercies could not them allure And his sharp threatnings could not them procure When each ones body was vnto the soule A lothsome Dungeon to a prisoner foule When sin al shamelesse the whole Land o'rspreads Then God threw dreadful vengeance on their heads And for their heynous heaping sin on sin Ierusalem hath oft assaulted bin First Shishak Egypts King with might and maine Made hauock there in Rehoboams Raigne The Citty Temple Golden vessels Shielas All as a prey to the Egyptians yeelds Next loas came the King of Israel In Amaziahs dayes with fury fell He brought Iudea to Samariaes thrall King Kingdome Princes Peeres and people all Then thirdly Rezin King of Aram came In Abaz time with sword and furious flame Th' Assyrian great Zonach'rib was
the seditious kill'd That with the stench of bodies putrifide A number numberles of people dyde And buriall to the dead they yeelded not But where they fell they let them stinke and rot That plague and sword and famine all three stroue Which should most bodies froÌ„ their soules remoue Vnsensible of one anothers woes The Soldiers then the liueles corpses throwes By hundreds and by thousands o're the walls Which when the Romans saw their dismall falls They told to Titus which when he perceiu'd He wept and vp t'ward heau'n his hands he heau'd And called on GOD to witnes with him this These slaughters were no thought or fault of his Those wretches that could scape from out the City Amongst their foes found â—oth reliefe and pity If the seditious any catch that fled Without remorse they straitway strook him dead Another misery I must vnfold A many Iewes had swallow'd store of gold Which they supposd should help them in their need But from this treasure did their â—aâ—e proceed For being by their en'mies fed and cherisht The gold was cause that many of them perisht Amongst them all one poore vnhappy creature Went priuatly to doe the need of Nature And in his Ordure for the Gold did looke Where being by the straggling soldiers tooke They ript him vp and searcht his maw to finde What Gold or Treasure there remain'd behind In this sort whilst the soldiers gap'd for gaine Was many a man and woman ript and slaine In some they found gold and in many none For had they gold or not gold all was one They were vnboweld by the barb'rous foe And search'd if they had any gold or no. But now my Story briefly to conclude Vespasians forces had the walls subdude And his triumphant Banner was displaide Amidst the streets which made the Iewes dismaid Who desp'rate to the Temple did retire Which with vngodly hands they set on fire Whilst Noble Titus with exceeding care Entreated them they would their Temple spare Oh saue that house quoth he ô quench oh slake And I will spare you for that Houses sake Oh let not after-times report a Storie That you haue burnt the worlds vnmatched glory For your owne sakes your children and your wiues If you doe looke for pardon for your liues If you expect grace from Vespasians hand Then saue your Temple Titus doth command The Iewes with hearts hard offred mercy heard But neither mercy or themselues regard They burnd and in their madnes did confound King Salomons great Temple to the ground That Temple which did thirty millions cost Was in a moment all consum'd and lost The blest Sanctum Sanctorum holiest place Blest oft with high Iehouahs sacred Grace Where at one offring as the Text sayes plaine Were two and twenty thousand Oxen slaine One hundred twenty thousand Sheepe beside At the same time for an oblation dide That house of God which raignes aboue the thunder Whose glorious fame made all the world to woÌ„der Was burnt and ransackt spight of humane aide And leuell with the lowly ground was laid Which when Vespasian and young Titus saw They cride kill kill vse speed and marshall Lavv The Roman soldiers then inspirde with rage Spard none slew all respect no sex or age The streets were drowned in a purple flood And slaughterd carcasses did swim in blood They slew whilst there were any left to slay The ablest men for slaues they bare away Iohn Simon and Eleazer wicked fiends As they deseru'd were brought to violent ends And from the time the Romanes did begin The siege vntill they did the Citty win Sedition sword fire famine all depriues Eleuen hundred thousand of their liues Besides one hundred thousand at the least Were tane and sold as each had beene a beast And from the time it was at first erected Till by the Remanes it was last deiected It stood as it in histories appeares Twenty one hundred seuenty and nine yeeres But yet ere God his vengeance downe did throw What strange prodigious wonders did he show As warnings how they should destruction shun And cause them to repent for deeds misdon First the Firmament Th' offended Lord Shewd them a Comet like a fiery sword The Temple and the Altar diuers nights Were all enuiron'd with bright burning lights And in the middest of the Temple there Vnnat'rally a Cow a Lambe did beare The Temples brazen gate no bolts restraine But of it selfe it open flew amaine Arm'd Men and Chariots in the Ayre assembled The pondrous Earth affrighted quak'd trembled A voyce cride in the Temple to this sence Let vs depart let vs depart from hence These supernat'rall accidents in summe Foretold some fearefull iudgement was to come But yet the Iewes accounted them as toyes Or scarcrow buggâ—beares to fright wanton â—oyes Secure they reuell'd in Ierusalem They thought these signes against their foes not them But yet when â—â—â—â— and death had all perform'd When ruine spoyle furious flames had storm'd Who then the desolated place had seene Would not haue knowne there had a Citty beene Thus Iuda and Ierusalem all fell Thus was fulfill'd what Christ did once foretell Sad deseletion all their ioyes bereft And one stone on another was not left FINIS TO THE RIGHT HONOVRABLE AND TRVELY VER I VOVS LADY and Noble Patronesse of good endeauours MARY Countesse of BVCKINGHAM Right Honourable Madame AS the Graces the Vertues the Senses and the Muses are emblem'd or alluded to your Noble sex and as all these haue ample residence in your worthy disposition To whom then but to your selfe being a Lady in goodnesse compleat should I commit the patronage of the memory of the great Lady of Ladies Mother to the High and Mighty Lord of Lords And though I a Taylor haue not apparell'd her in such garments of elocution and ornated stile as befits the glory and eminency of the least part of her Excellency yet I beseech your Honor to accepther for your owne worth and her Sonnes worthinesse which Son of hers by his owne merits and the powerfull mercy of his Father I heartily implore to giue your Honour a participation of his gracious Mothers eternall felicity Your Honours in all humble seruice to be commanded IOHN TAYLOR The Argument and cause of this Poem BEing lately in Antwerpe it was my fortune to ouerlooke an old printed booke in prose which I haue turned into verse of the life death and buriall of our blessed Lady wherein I read many things worthy of obseruation and many things friuolous and impertinent out of which I haue like a Bee suckt the sacred honey of the best authorities of Scriptures and Fathers which I best credited and I haue left the poyson of Antichristianisme to those where I found it whose stomackes can better digest it I haue put it to the Presse presuming it shall be accepted of Pious Protestants and charitable Catholikes as for luke-warme Nutarlists that are neither hot nor cold they doe offend my appetite and
griefe surpassing griefe To see her Sauiour captiu'd as a thiefe Her Loue beyond all loues her Lord her all Into the hands of sinfull slaues to fall If but a mother haue a wicked sonne That hath to all disordred orders runne As treasons rapes blasphomings murther theft And by the Law must be of life berest Yet though he suffer iustly by desert His suff'ring surely wounds his mothers heart Suppose a woman haue a vertuous childe Religious honest and by nature milde And he must be to execution brought For some great fault he neuer did nor thought And she behold him when to death hee 's put Then sure tormenting griefe her heart must cut These griefes are all as nothing vnto this Of this blest Mother of eternall blisse Her gracious Sonne that neuer did aâ—nisse His gracelesse seruant with a Iudas kisse Betraid him vnto misbeleening slaues Where he was led away with bils and staues To Annaâ— Caiphae Pilate and to those That to th' Immortall God were mortall foes Ah Iudas couldst thou make so base account Of Him whose worth doth heauen and earth surmount Didst thou esteeme of 30. paltry pence More then the life of the eternall Prince O monstrous blindnesse that for so small gaine Sold endlesse blisse to buy perpetuall paine Is' t possible damn'd auarice could compell Thee sell heau'ns Kingdome for the sinke of hell Our Father Adam vnto all our woes Did for an Apple blessed Eden lose And Esau borne a Lord yet like a slaue His birth-right for a messe of pottage gaue And poore Gehizi telling of a lye His couetousnesse gain'd his leprosie And though the text their deeds doe disallow Yet they made better matches farre then thou I doe not heere impute this deed of shame On Iudas because Iudas was his name For of that name there haue beene men of might Who the great battels of the Lord did fight And others more But sure this impure blot Stickes to him as hee 's nam'd Iskarriott For in an Anagram Iskarriott is By letters transposition traytor kis ISKARRIOTT Anagramms TRAITOR KIS. KIsse Traytor kisse with an intent to kill And cry all haile when thou dost meane all ill And for thy fault no more shall Iudas be A name of treason and foule infamie But all that fault I 'le on Iskarriott throw Because the Anagram explaines it so Iskarriott for a bribe and with a kisse Betraid his Master the blest King of Blisse And after but too late with conscience wounded Amaz'd and in his senses quite confounded With crying Woe woe woe oh woe on me I haue betraid my Master for a fee Oh I haue sinned sinned past compare And want of grace and faith pluckes on despaire Oh too-too late it is to call for grace What shall I doe where is some secret place That I might shield me from the wrath of God I haue deseru'd his euerlasting rod. Then farewell grace and faith and hope and loue You are the gifts of the great God aboue You onely on th'Elect attendants be Despaire hell horror terror is for me My hainous sinne is of such force and might 'T will empt th' Exchequer of Gods mercy quite And therefore for his mercy I le not call But to my iust deseru'd perdition fall I still most gracelesse haue all grace withstood And now I haue betraid the guiltlesse blood My Lord and Master I haue sold for pelfe This hauing said despayring hang'd himselfe There we leaue him and now must be exprest Something of her from vvhom I haue digrest The Virgins heart vvith thousand griefs vvas nipâ— To see her Sauiour flouted hated vvhipt Despightfulnesse beyond despight vvas vs'd And vvith abuse past all abuse abus'd His apprehension grieu'd her heart full sore His cruell scourges grieu'd her ten times more And wheÌ„ his blessed head with thorns was crown'd Then floods of griefe on griefe her soule did wouÌ„d But then redoubled was her griefe and feare When to his death his Crosse she saw him beare And lastly but alas not least nor last When he vpon the tree was nailed fast With bitter teares deep heart-wounding groues With sobs and sighs this Maiden-Mother moanes What tongue or pen can her great griefe vnfold When Christ said Woman now thy Sonne behold That voyce like Ice in Iune more cold and chill Did dangerously wound and almost kill Then as old Simeon prophesi'd before The sword of sorrow through her heart did gore And if 't were possible all womens woes One woman could within her brest inclose They were but puffes sparkes mole-hills drops of raine To whirl-winds meteors Kingdomes or the maine Vnto the woes griefes sorrowes sighs and teares Sobs gronings terrors and a world of feares Which did beset this Virgin on each side When as her Sonne her Lord and Sauiour dide Thus he to whom compar'd all things are drosse Humbled himselfe to death euen to the Crosse He that said Let there be and there was light He that made all things with his mighty might He by whom all things haue their life and breath He humbled himselfe vnto the death Vnto the death of the curst Crosse this he This he this He of hee 's did stoope for me For me this Wel-spring of my soules releefe Did suffer death on either hand a theefe The one of them had runne a theeuing race Rob'd God of Glory and himselfe of Grace He wanted liuely faith to apprehend To end his life for life that ne'r shall end With faithlesse doubts his minde is armed stiffe And doth reuile our Sauiour with an If. If that thou be the Sonne of God quoth he Come from the Crosse and saue thy selfe and me The other Theefe arm'd with a sauing faith Vnto his fellow turn'd and thus he saith Thou guilty wretch this man is free and cleare From any crime for which he suffers here We haue offended we haue iniur'd many But this man yet did neuer wrong to any We iustly are condemn'd he false accus'd He hath all wrong all right to vs is vs'd Hee 's innocent so are not thou and I We by the Law are iustly iudg'd to dye Thus the good Theefe euen at his latest cast Contrary to a Theefe spake truth at last And looking on our Sauiour faithfully Whilst Christ beheld him with a gracious eye These blest words were his prayers totall â—â—â— O Lord when thou shalt to thy Kingdome come Remember me Our Sauiour answer'd then A doctrine to confute despairing men Thou who by liuely faith laist hold on me This day in Paradise with me shalt be Thus as this theefes life was by theft supplide So now he stole heau'ns Kingdome when he dyde And I doe wish all Christians to agree Not t'liue as ill but dye as well as he Presumptuous sinnes are no way here excus'd For here but one was sau'd and one refus'd Despaire for sinnes hath here no rule or ground For as here 's one was lost so one was found To teach vs not to sinne with wilfull
retired themselues from the City into the Country Whence I noted the peoples Charity and great amendment â—or they had giuen ouer one of the seuen deadly sinnes which was Couetoâ—â—nesse and in many places were so farre out of loue of a Citizens money that they abhor'd and hated either to â—ouch or receiue it entertaining them with bitter worme-wood welcome which hearbe was â—n more request amongst many of them then any of the heauenly Graces or Cardinall Vertues â—et the hearbe of Grace was in much estimation although the name of it was a document that they had occasion to Rue the Time I further perceiued that they were so farre from beleeuing or â—rediting any man that they would or durst not trust their owne noses but were doubtfull that â—hat sence would conspire with the Plague to murther them wherefore like cunning Mariâ—ers or mole-catchers they would craftily in their streetes and high-wayes fetch the wind of â—ny man although they were ouer shooes boots sometimes tumbled into a ditch for their â—abours This was the time when a man with a night-cap at noone would haue frighted a whole Parish out of their wits when to call for Aquae-vitae though it had bin but to make a drench for â— sicke horse was enough to haue his house shut vp When Lord haue mercy vpon vs made many of them tremble more then God Refuse Renounce Confound or Damne When a man trauailing â—n the habit of a Citizen was a meere Bulbegger when for a man to say that hee came from Hell would yeed him better well-come without money then one would giue to his owne father and mother that came from London In this time of mans great miseâ—y and small mercy I tooke my pen in hand and wrote this ensuing discourse I haue as neere as I could suited it sadly according to the nature of the subiect And truly because that the bare and naked truth was so cleare and ample that I need not to stuffe it out with friuolous fables or fantasticall fictions with my soule I thankefully acknowledge Gods great mercy extended towards mee one of the most wretched and wicked in that so many thousands of better life and conuersation haue fallen on my right hand and on my left and round about me yet hath his gracious protection beene my guard for the which in my gratitude to my God and to auoyd the sinne of idlenesse I haue written what those that can may reade THE FEAREFVLL SVMMER OR LONDONS CALAMITIE THe Patience and long suffering of our God Keepes close his Quiuer and restraines his Rod And though our crying Crimes to Heau'n doe cry For vengeance on accurst Mortality Yea though we merit mischiefes manifold Blest Mercy doth the hand of Iustice hold But when that Eye that sees all things most cleare Expects our finits of Faith from yeere to yeere Allowes vs painefull Pastors who bestow Great care and toyle to make vs fruitfull grow And daily doth in those weake Vessels send The dew of Heauen in hope we will amend Yet at the last he doth perceiue and see That we vnfruitfull and most barren be Which makes his indignation frowne And as accursed Fig-trees cut vs downe Thus Mercy mock'd plucks iustice on our heads And griâ—uous Plagues our Kingdome ouerspreads Then let vs to our God make quicke returning With true contrition fasting and with mourning The Word is God and God hath spoke the Word If we repent he will put vp his sword Hee 's grieu'd in panishing Hee 's slow to Ire And HE a sinners death doth not desire If our Compunction our Amendment show Our purple sinues Hee 'll make as white as snow If we lament our God is mercifull Our scarlet crimes hee 'll make as white as wooll Faire London that did late abound in blisse And wast our Kingdomes great Metropolis 'T is thou thar art deieâ—â—â—ed low in state Discâ—â—â—late and almost desolate The hand of Heau'n that onely did protect thee Thou hast prouok'd moil iustly to correct thee And for thy pride of Heart and deeds vniust He layes thy Pompe and Glory in the dust Thou that wast late the Queene of Cities nam'd Throughout the world admir'd renown'd fam'e Thou that hadst all things at command and will To whom all England was a hand-maide still For rayment fewell fish fowle beasts for food For fruits for all our Kingdome counted good Both neere and farre remote all did agree To bring their best of blessings vnto thee Thus in conceite thou seem'dst to rule the Fates Whilst peace and plenty flourish'd in thy Gates Could I relieue thy miseries as well As part I can thy woes and sorrowes tell Then should my Cares be eas'd with thy Reliefe And all my study how to end thy griefe Thou that wer't late rich both in friends wealth Magnificent in state and strong in health As chiefest Mistris of our Country priz'd Now chiefly in the Country art despis'd The name of London now both farre and neere Strikes all the Townes and Villages with scare And to be thought a Londoner is worse Then one that breakes a house or takes a purse He that will filch or steale now is the Time No Iustice dares examine him his crime Let him but say that he from London came So full of Feare and Terrour is that name The Constable his charge will soone forsake And no man dares his Mâ—â—nus to make Thus Citizens plag'd for the Citie sinnes Poore entertainement in the Country winnes Some feare the City and fly thence amaine And those are of the Country fear'd againe Who 'gainst theÌ„ bar their windows their doores More then they would 'gainst Tuâ—ks or Iewes or Moores â—hinke if very Spaniards had come there â—heir well-come had bin better and their cheare Whilst Hay-cock lodging with hard slender fare Welcome like dogs vnto a Church they are â—are makes them with the Anaâ—aptists ioyne For if an Hostesse doe receiue their coyne She in a dish of water or a paile Will now baptize it lest it something aile Thus many a Citizen well flor'd with gold Is giad to lye vpon his mother â—old His bed the map of his mortailty His curtaines clouds aud Heau'n his Canopy The russet Plow-swaine and the Leathren Hinde Through feare is growne vnmannerly vnkinde And in his house to harbour hee 'll prefer An Infidell before a Londoner And thus much friendship Londoners did win The Deuill himselfe had better welcome bin Those that with trauell were tir'd famâ— and dry For want of drinke might slaâ—e choke and dye For why the hob-nau'd Boores inhumane Blocks Vncharitable Hounds hearts hard as Rocks Did sufter people in the field to sinke Rather then giue or sell a draught of drinke Milke-maides Farmers wiues are growne so nice They thinke a Citizen a Cockatrice And Country Dames are wax'd so coy and briske They shun him as they 'll shun a Basiliske For euery one the sight of him would siye All scaring he would kill
them with his eye Ah wofull London I thy griefe bewayle And if my sighes and prayers may but preuaile â—â—mbly beg of God that hee 'le be pleas'd â—â— Iesus Christ his wrath may be appear'd With-holding his dread Iudgements from aboue And once more graspe thee in his armes of loue In mcrcy all our wickednes remit â—â—r who can giue thee thankes within the piâ— Strange was the change in lesse then 3-months space â—ioy in woe in grace and in disgrace â—healthfull Aprill a diseased Iune â—nd dangerous Iuly brings all out of tune â—hat City whose rare obiects pleas'd the eyes With much content and more varieties â—â—â— that was late delightfulâ— to the eares With melody Harmonious like the Spheares She that had all things that might please the scent And all she felt did giue her touch content Her Cinque Port scences richly fed and cloyd With blessins bountifull which she enioy'd Now 3-monthes change hath fill'd it full of feare As if no Solace euer had beene there What doe the Eyes see there but grieued sights Of sicke oppressed and distressed wights Houses shut vp some dying and some dead Some all amazed flying and some fled Streets thinly man d with wretches euery day Which haue no power to flee or meanes to stay In some whole streete perhaps a Shop or twayne Stands open for small takings and lesse gaine And euery closed window dore and stall Makes each day seeme a solemnt Festiuall Dead Coâ—â—es carried and recarried still Whilst â—â—ty Corpâ—es scarce one graue doth fill With LORD HAVE MERCIE VPON VS on the dore Which though the words be good doth grieue men sore And o're the doore-posts fix'd a crosse â—â—ed Betol-â—ning that there Death some blood hath shed Some with Gods markes or Tâ—kens doe espte These Marks or Takens shew them they must die Some with their Carbuncles and sores new burst Are fed with hope they haue escap'd the worst Thus passeth all the weeke till Thuedayes Bill Shewâ—vs what thousands death that weeke did kil That fatal Rel doth like a razor cut The dead tl â—â—uing in a maze doth put And he that hath a Christian heart I know Is grieud and wounded with the deadly blow These are the obieâ—s of the Eye now heare And marke the mournefull musicke of the Eare There doe the brazen Iron tongu'd loud bells Deaths clamorous musicke ring continuall knells Some losty in their notes some sadly towling Whilst fatali dogs made a most dismall how ling a Thus it was in Iune Iuly August and September Some frantickâ— raâ—ing some with anguish crying Some singing praying groaning and some dying The healthfull grieuing and the sickly groaning All in mournefull diapâ—ten mâ—aning Here Parents for their Childrens loâ—â—e lament There Childrens griefe for Parents life that 's spent Husbands deplore their louing Wines decease Wines for their Husbands weepe remedilesse The Brother for his Brother friend for friend Doe each for other mutuall sorrowes spend Here Sister mournes for Sister Kin for Kin As one grife ends another doth begin There one lies languishing with slender fare Small comfort lesse attendance and least care With none but Death and he to tugge together Vntill his corps and soule part each from either In one house one or two or three doth fall And in another Death playes sweepe-stake all Thus vniuersall sorrowfull complaining Is all the musicke now in London raigning Thus is her comfort sad Calamitie And all her Melodie is Maladie These are the obiects of the eyes and eares Most wofull sights and sounds of griefes and feares The curious rast that while me did delight With cost and care to please the Appetite What she was went to hate she doth adore And what 's high priz'd she held despis'd before The drugs the drenches and vntoothsome drinks Feare giues a sweetnes to all seuerall stinks And for supposed Anudotes each Palate Of most contagious weedes will make a Sallate And any of the simplest Mountebankes May cheat them as they will of Coine thankes With scraped pouder of a shooing-home Which they 'le beleeue is of an Vmcorne Angelicacs distastfull roote is gnaw'd And hearbe of Grace most Ruefully is chaw'd Garlick offendeth neither tast nor smell Feare and opinon makes it rellish well Whilst Beazer stone and mighty Mitbridate To all degrees are great in estimate And Triacles power is wonderously exprest And Dragon Water in most high request These 'gainst the Plague are good preseruatiue But the best cordiall is t' amend our liues Sinne 's the maine cause and we must first begin To cease our griefes by ceasing of our sinne I doe beleeue that God hath giuen in store Good medcines to cure or case each fore But first remoue the cause of the disease And then no doubt but the effect will cease Our sinn's the Cause remoue our sinnes from hence And God will soone remoue the Pestileace Then euery medicine to our consolation Shall haue his power his force his operation And till that time experiments are not But Paper walls against a Cannon shot On many a post I see Quacke-sainers Bills Like Fencers Challenges to shew their skills As if they were such Masters of defente That they date combat with the Pestilence Meete with the plague in any deadly fray And bragge to beare the victory away But if then patients pariently beleeue them They 'le cure them without faile of what they giue them What though ten thousands by their dreÌ„ches perish They made them parposely themselues to cherish Their Art is a meere Artlesse kind of lying To picke their liuing out of others dying This sharpe inucctiue no way seemes to touch The learn'd Physician whom I honour much The Paracelsians and the Galennists The Philosophicall graue Herbahsts These I admire and reuerence for in those God doth dame Natures secrets fast inclose Which they distribute as occasion serue Health to reserue and health decai'd conserue 'T is 'gainst such Rat-catchers I bend my pen Which doe mechanically murther men Whose promises of cure like lying knaues Doth begger men or send them to their graues a Feeling Now London for the sence of feeling next Thou in thy feeling chiefely art perplext Thy heart feeles sorrow and thy body anguish Thou in thy feeling feel'st thy force to languish Thou feelst much woe and much calamity And many millions feele thy misery Thou feel st the fearefull Plague the Flix and Feur Which many a soule doth from the body suter And I beteech God for our Sauiours merit To let thee feele the Comfort of his Spirit Last for the solace of the b Smeling smell or â—â—â—â— Some in contagious roomes are closely penâ— Whereas corrupted Aire they take and giue Till time ends or lends liberty to liue One with a piece of tasseld well tarr'd Rope Doth with that nose-gay keepe himselfe in hope Another deth a wispe of worme-wood pull And with great Iudgement crams his nostrils full A third takes off his socks from 's sweating
exprest Which to require my thankfulnesse I 'l show â—nd that I 'l euer pay and euer owe. On Tuesday morning we with maine and might From Portsmouth crost vnto the â—â—e of Wight By Cowes ftout Castle we to â— armouth hasted And still the windes and Seas fierce fury lasted On Wedn'â—day we to Hursts strong Castle crost Most dangerously sowsd turmoyl'd and tost Good harbour there we found and nothing deere I thanke kinde * â—atthew Figge a right good fellow M. Figge the Porter there He shew'd vs there a Castle of defence Most vsefull of a round circumference Of such command that none can passe those Seas Vnsunke or spoyl'd except the Castle please On Thursday we our Boat row'd pull'd and hal'd Vnto a place which is Kâ—y Hauen call'd The winde still blowing and the Sea so high As if the lofty waues would kisse the skie That many times I wish'd with all my hart My selfe my Boat and Crue all in a Cart Or any where to keepe vs safe and dry The weather raged so out ragiously For sure I thinke the memory of man Since windes aâ—d Seas to blow or flow began Cannot remember so stormy weather In such continuance held so long together For ten long weekes e'r that t is manifest The wind had blown at South or west Southwest And rais'd the Seas to shew each others power That all this space caâ—me weather not one hower That whether we did goe by Sunne or Moone At anytime at midnight or at noone If we did launce or if to land we set We still were sure to be halfe sunke and wet Thus toyling of our weary time away That Thursday was our last long look'd for day For hauing past with perill and much paine And plow'd furrow'd o'r the daugerous maine O'r depths and flats and many a ragged Rocke We came to Christ-Church Hau'n at fiue a clocke Thus God in mercy his iust iudgement sparing Gainst our presumption ouer-bold and daring Who made vs see his wonders in the deepe And that his power alone aloft did keepe Our weather-beaten Bonte aboue the waues Each moment gaping to be all our Graues We sinking seap'd then not to vs to Him Be all the Glory for he causd vs sâ—im And for his mercy was so much extended On me whose temptings had so farre offended Let me be made the scorne and scoffe of men If euer I attempt the like agen My loue my duty and my thankfulnesse To Sir George Hastings I must here expresse His deedes to me I must requite in words No other payment poore mens state affords With fruitlesse words I pay him for his cost With thanks to M r. Templeman mine host So leauing Christ-Church and the Hauen there With such good friends as made vs welcome â—â—â— Some serious matter now I must compile And thus from verse to prose I change my stile GOD who of his infinite wisdome made Man of his vnmeasured mercy redeemed him of his boundlesse bounty immense power and eternall eye of watchfull prouidence relieues guards and conserues him It is necessary that euery man seriously consider and ponder these things and in token of obedience and thankfulnesse say with Dauid What shall I render and the man hauing thus searched considerately the Causer of his being then let him againe meditate for * Men should consider why God hath giuen them a being in this life what cause hee hath a being indeed it may be obiected that almost euery thing hath a being as stones haue being trees hearbs and plants haue being and life Beasts fowles and fishes haue being life and sence but to man is giuen a Being life sence and reason and after a mortal an immortal euer-being This coÌ„sideration will make a man know that hee hath little part of himselfe which hee may iustly call his owne his body is Gods he made it his soule is his who bought it his goods are but lent him by him that will one day call him to a reckoning for the well or ill disposing of them so that man hauing nothing but what he hath receiued and receiued nothing but what is to be imployed in the seruice of God and consequently his Prince and Countrey it is plainely to be perceiued that euery man hath * No man is owner of himselfe the least share or portion of himselfe to boast of I haue written this Preamble not onely to enforme such as know not these things already but also to such whose knowledge is as it were falne into a dead sleepe who doe liue as though there were no other being then here and that their life and being was ordayned onely of themselues neither God Prince or Countrey hauing no share or portion of them or of what they call theirs But oh you Inhabitants of Salisbury I hope there are â—â—â— such crawling Cankerwormes or Commâ—â— wealth Caterpillers amongst you Nay I â—â—â— assured of the contrary that there are maâ—â—â— who with religious piety open hands â—â—â— relenting hearts doe acknowledge that yoâ—â— goods are but lent in trust vnto you and â—â—â— patiently beare the ouer-burthensome â—â—â—uing of many hundreds of poore wretâ—â—â— which were it not for your charity woâ—â—â— perish in your streets This being entred into my consideration that your City is so * Here is an honest course set downe for the inrichingâ—â— your rich and the relieuing of your poore much ouercharged â—â—â— poore as hauing in three Parishes neere â—â—â— besides decayed men a great many and â—â—â— those few which are of the wealthier sort â—â—â— continually onerpressed with sustaining â—â— wants of the needy the City being as it â—â—â— at the last gaspe the poore being like Phâ—â—ohs leane Kine euen ready to eat vp the â—â—â— ones I haue made bold to write this Trâ—â—tise ensuing both to entreat a constant perâ—uerance in those who haue begun to doe goâ—â— workes and an encouragement or animaâ—â—â— of all others who as yet seeme slow in theâ—â— good proceedings And if any thing heâ—â— written by me be either impertinent exâ—â—uagant rude harsh or ouer-bold I humbâ—â— entreat you to impute it rather to my want â—â—â— iudgement learning and capacity then to â—ny presumption or want of loue and duty â—â—â— the City cause which is hereafter handled It is sufficiently knowne that my intent and purpose at this time was not to make any profit to my selfe ' vpon any aduenture as it is deemed by many by my passage from London â—â— Salisbury with a Wherry but I was entread by a * His â—â—â—â— Gregory Bastable and his ordinary place where he â—â—â— or attends his labour is at the Temple and there also â—â—â— Thomas Estman another Wiltshire man which wiâ—â—â—â— Waterman which was born in Salisbury that I would beare him company for the discouery of the sands flats depths shoales Mils and Weares which are impediments and ' lets whereby the Riuer is not Nauigable from Christ-Church or the Sea to Salisbury Which after many dangerous gusts
Rayling hedging plashing turning winding and returning circular Triangular Quadrangular Orbicular Ouall and euery way curiously and chargeably conceiredâ— There hath hee made Walkes hedges and Arbours of all manner of most delicate fruit Trees planting and placing them in such admirable Artlike fashions resembling both diuine and morall remembrances as three Arbours standing in a Triangle hauing each a recourse to a greater Arbour in the midst resembleth three in one and one in three and he hath there planted certaine Walkes and Arbours all with * Not a Tree stands there but it beares one good or rare fruit or other Fruit trees so pleasing and rauishing to the sense that he calls it Paradise in which he playes the part of a true Adamist continually toyling and tilling Moreouer he hath made his Walkes most rarely round and spacious one walke without another as the rindes of an Onion are greatest without and lesse towards the Center and withall the hedges betwixt each walke are so thickly set that one cannot see thorow from the one walke who walkes in the other that in conclusion * A round worke is endlesse hauing no end I touch not the matchlesse adioyning wood and walke of Rowlington here whose prayses consists in it selfe my penbâ—ing insufficient the worke seemes endlesse and I thinke that in England it is not to be fellowed or will in haste be followed And in loue which I beare to the memory of so industrious and ingenious a Gentleman I haue written these following Anagrams Adryan Gilbert Anagrams Art redily began A breeding tryall Art redily began a breeding tryall VVhen she inspir'd this worthy Gentleman For Natures eye of him tooke fulle spiall And taught him Art Art readily began That though Dame Nature was his Tutresse he Outworkes her as his workes apparent be For Nature brings but earth and feeds and plants Which Art like Taylors cuts and puts in fashion As Nature rudely doth supply our wants Art is deformed Natures reformation So Adryan Gilbert mendeth Natures features By Art that what shee makes doth seeme his creatures THus with my humble thankes to Sir Thomas Morgan and my kinde remembrance to all the rest of my Lords Seruants there my legges and my labouring lynes returne againe to Salisbury and from the next day being Sunday to Langford to my Lord Gorge his house with whom I dined and left my humble thanks for the reckoning In briefe my fruitlesse and worthy lip-labour mixt with a deale of Ayrie and non substantiall matter I gaue his Lordship and the like requitall I bestowed on the right VVorshipfull Mr. Thomas Squibb Maior of Sarum with Mr. Banes Mr â—â—â—â— Iuy M. Windouer with all the rest and more then thankes and a gratefull remembrance of their Honourable VVorshipfull and friendly fauours I know they expect not and lesse then such a common duty as Gratitude I must not or cannot pay To shut vp all in few words I know his Maiesties pious inclination is so ample that he will be graciously pleased with any of your laudable endeauours for your welfare and commodity if you take good and speedy aduice then no doubt but the effects wil be according to your honest intendments So farewell Salisbury till we meete againe which I hope will be one day in the meane space I pray thee take this poore Pamphlet as a louing pledge of my returne Me thinks I see already Men Horses Carts Mattocks Shouels Spades VVheelebarrowes Handbarrowes and Baskets at worke for the cleaning of your Riuer But if my thoughts doe deceiue me and my expectation faile I shall euer hereafter giue small credit to their intelligence So once more Salisbury I wish thee thankefully well to fare On Thursday the 21. of August I took Woâ—chester in my way homewards where I saw aâ— ancient City like a body without a soule and I know not the reason of it but for ought which I perceiued there were almost as many Parishes as people I lodged at the signe of the Cocke being recommended to the Host of the house by a token from Salisbury but mine Host dyed the night before I came and I being weary had more minde to goe to bed then to follow him so long a iourney to doe my message or deliuer any commendations but the whole City seemed almost as dead as mine Host and it may be they were all at Harâ—â—est worke but I am sure I walked from the â—â—â— end of it to the other and saw not 30. people of all sorts So that I think if a man should goe to Winchester for a Goose he might lose his â—abour for a Trader cannot liue there by venting such commodities On Friday I gallopp'd a foot pace one and twenty miles from Winchester to Farneham where I and one of my company hired a couple of Hampshire lenets with seuen legges and three eyes betwixt them vpon whom wee hobbled seuenteene miles to Stanes whence on Saturday the 23. of August we footed it to Brenford and Boated it to LonDON The Scourge of Basenesse OR The old Lerry with a new Kicksey and a new-cum twang with the old Winsey DEDICATED TO THE MIRROR OF GOOD FELLOWSHIP THE PATTERNE OF TRVE FRIENDSHIP AND the onely nonparallell of iouiall Entertainement M r Andrew Hilton at the signe of the Horse-shoo at Daintree I. Taylor wisheth daily increase of good Guests true payment hearts content in this life and afterward as much happinesse as his soule can desire KInde Sir I haue seene oftentimes men offering to snuffe a candle haue against their wills put it cleane out and an vnskilfull Chyrurgian taking a small greene wound in hand hath brought it to an old Vlcer I would be loth for my part to imitate either of these examples for my intent is confession of the wrong I did you and an endeauour to make amends I doe confesse that I did you wrong in print in my booke of my Trauels to Scotland and now in print I doe make you a publike satisfaction For I protest to God that I haue heard so much good report of you that I am double sorry that I was so mistaken and that I haue beene so long time before I haue printed my recanâ—tion It was your Tapsters want of wit and manners and my want of discretion that was the grounds of my too much credulity and temerity For his part I wish him no more harme but that chalke may bee his best payments Thunder may sowre his Hogsheads Rats gnaw out his spigots at midnight and himselfe to commit his wit to the keeping of a foole or a knaue while hee liues And your Ostlers for gaping so greedily like Gudgeons vpon mee I pray that they may euery day mourne in litter and horse dung But these are but Iests by the way for as many as know you haue told mee that if you had beene at home my entertainement had beene better If it had beene so it had beene more then you owed me and more then I
blind Fortune grant To me for wit and mony both I want Yet for mine eares price I could vndertake To buy as much as would a Lybell make Or I could haue as much as fits these times With worthlesse Iests or beastly scurity Rimes To serue some Lord and be a man of note Or weare a guarded vnregarded Coat Wit for a foole I thinke enough I haue But I want wit to play the crafty knaue And then the Prouerbe I should finely fit In playing of the foole for want of wit To Archie at the Court I 'l make a iaunt For he can teach me any thing I want And he will teach me for a slender fee A foolish knaue or knauish foole to bee Garrt growes old and honest and withall His skill in knauish fooling is but small The Knight o' th' Sunne can caper dance and leape And make a man small sport exceeding cheape In the old ' time a wise man was a foole That had compar'd himselfe with great Otoole But his good dayes are past he 's downe the winde In both his eyes and vnderstanding blinde But holla holla Muse come backe againe I was halfe ranisht with a fooling vaine And if I had gone forward with full speed I 'd plaid the foole for want of wit indeed As Frogs in muddy ditches vse to breed So there 's a wit that doth from Wine proceed And some doe whet their wit so much thereon Till all the sharpenesse and the steele is gone With nothing left but back the edge gone quite Like an old Cat can neither scratch nor bite The wit I want I haue yet yeelds no profit Because a foole hath still the keeping of it Which had it in a Wisemans head beene planted I should not now want what I long haue wanted I want that vndermining policy To purchase wealth with soule dishonesty And I doe want and still shall want I hope Such actions as may well deserue a Rope I want a mind bad company to haunt Which if I doe it seemes I foresight want I want a Kingdome and a Crowne to weare And with that want I want a world of care But might I be a King I would refuse it Because I doe want wisedome how to vse it When an vnworthy man obtaines the same He 's rais'd to high preferment for his shame For why the office of a King is such And of such reuerence as I dare not tutch Like to the Thunder is his voyce exprest His Maiesty as Lightniug from the East And though he want the art of making breath Hee 's like a Demy-God of life and death And as Kings before God are all but men So before men they all are gods agen Hee 's a good King whose vertues are approu'd Fear'd for his Iustice for his mercy loud Who patternes all his Royall dignity By the iust rule of Heauens high Maiesty Who can distribute to good mens content Reward for vertue vices punishment Who loues a poore mans goodnesse and doth hate All soule corruption in a man of State Combin'd in loue with Princes neere and farre Most affable in peace powerfull in warre And aboue all religious full of zeale To guard the Church guide the Common-weale And though such Kings as this haue seldome beene Yet such a King as this I oft haue seene And as I want a Regall power and fame I want Reuenues to maintaine the same I thinke a King that 's made of * I should beleeue all were Gold that glisters Ginger-bread His Subiects would obey him with more dread And any knaue that could but kisse his Claw And make a leg would make me but Iack-Daw And as the Swallow all the Summer stayes And when the winter comes he flyes his wayes So flatt'rers would adore my happinesse And take their flight and leaue me in distresse To praise my vices all the swarme of them Would stocke and all my vertues would condem Much worse then Rauens is their flattery For Rauens eate not menvntill they dye But so a flatt'ring knaue may get and thriue He daily will deuoure a man aliue Besides the body onely feeds the Fowle But flattery oft consumes both body and soule For like to trencher-Flies they euer proue Who still wait more for lucre then for loue Thus though I want a Kingly power Royall 'T is 'gainst my will to want will to be loyall And if that any King aliue there bee That willingly would change estates with mee I in my bargaine should haue gold for brasse And he would be accounted but an Asse For any Kings estate be 't ne'r so bad To change it with Iohn Taylor were starke mad A King of Clubs keeps subiects in more awe For he commands his Knaue except at Maw A King of Spades hath more wit in his pate To delue into the secrets of his state The King of Diamonds is too rich and wise To change his pleasures for my miseries And for the King of Hearts he 's so belou'd That to exchange with me he 'l ne'r be mou'd For I am full of feares and dangerous doubts And poorer farre then is a King of Clouts I therefore will a Subiect still remaine And learne to serue that am vnsit to reigne I want ten millions of good coyned gold And with that want want troubles manifold But if I had so much what man can tell But that I should want grace to vse it well Within the walls and skirts of Treynonant Many that haue most goods most goodnesse want For Charity and Riches seldome can Haue both possession in a wealthy man Fooles that are rich with multitudes of Pieces Are like poore simple sheepe with golden fleeces A knaue that for his wealth doth worship get Is like the Diuell that 's a cock-horse set For money hath this nature in it still Slaue to the goodman master to the ill The Couetons amidst his store is poore The minde content is rich and seekes no more Who couers most hath least who couets least Hath most for why sufficient is a feast Wealth vnto mischiefes might my mind inchant And therefore 's is much good for me I want I want a Sonne and Heyre and I perceiue That he no portion could from me receiue Vnlesse I could bequeath him Poetry To adde more pouerty to pouerty But as I doe want Children I want care And iealousie in which some Fathers are For many of them rake and toyle Goâ—â—ot To gather wealth for Heyres they ne'r begot And run to Hell through mischiefes greedily For other mens misgotten Bastardy The greatest females vnderneath the skye Are but fraile vessels of mortality And if that Grace and Vertue be away There 's Honour's shame and Chastitie's decay For if inconstancy doth keepe the dore Lust enters and my Lady prones a Whore And so a Bastard to the World may come Perhaps begotten by some stable Groome Whom the fork-headed her cornuted Knight May play and dandle with with great delight And thus by one base
made When I conceiue I am besieged round With enemies that would my soule confound As is the Flesh the World and ghostly Fiends How sen'rally their force and flatt'ry bends To driue me to presumption or despare Tauoid temptations I am full of care When consider what my God hath done For me and how his grace I daily shun And how my sinnes for ought I know are more Then Stars in sky or Sands vpon the shore Or wither'd leaues that Autumne tumbles downe And that sinnes leprosie hath ouergrowne My miserable selfe from head to heele Then hopefull feares and fearefull cares I feele When I doe see a man that conscience makes Of what he speakes or doth or vndertakes That neither will dissemble lye or sweare To haue the loue of such a man I care I care when i doe see a Prodigall On whom a faire estate did lately fall When as is spent his credit and his chink And he quite wasted to a snusse doth stink Who in the Spring or Summer of his Pride Was worship'd honor'd almost deisi'd And whilst the golden Angels did attend him What swarms of friends and kindred did befriend him Perswading him that giue spend lend Were vertues which on Gentry doe depend When such a fellow falne to misery I see forsaken and in beggery Then for some worthy friends of mine I care That they by such examples would beware A foole is he who giues himselfe t' impaire And wise is he who giues what he may spare But those that haue too much and nothing giue Are slaues of Hell and pitty 't is they liue But as the prodigall doth vainely spend As thogh his ill sprung wel-spring ne'r would end Yet in his pouerty he 's better much Then a hard-hearted miserable Clutch Because the Prodigall lets mony flie That many people gaine and get thereby A Prodigall 's a Common-wealths man still To haue his wealth all common t is his will And when he wants he wants what he hath not But misers want what they both haue and got For though man from the teate hath weaned bin Yet still our infancy we all are in And frō our birth till death our liues doth smother All men doe liue by sucking one another A King with Clemency and Royalty Doth sucke his Subiects loue and loyalty But as the Sea sucks in the Riuers goods And Riuers backe againe sucke in the floods So good Kings and true Subiects alwayes proue To suck from each protection feare and loue All Clients whatsoe'r are Lawyers nurses And many times they doe sucke dry their purses But though the Lawyer seemes in wealth to swim Yet many great occasions doe sucke him The Prodigalls estate like to a flux The Mercer Draper and the Silkman sucks The Taylor Millainer Dogs Drabs and Dice Trey-trip or Passage or The most at thrice At Irish Tick-tacke Doublets Draughts or Chesse He flings his money free with carelessenesse At Nouum Mumchāce mischance chuse ye which At One and thirty or at Poore and rich Russe slam Trump noddy whisk hole Sant New-cut Vnto the keeping of foure Knaues he 'l put His whole estate at Loadum or at Gleeke At Tickle-me quickly he 's a merry Greeke At Primesisto Post and payre Primero Maw Whip-her-ginny he 's alib tall Hero At My-sow-pigg'd and Reader neuer doubt ye He 's skill'd in all games except Looke about ye Bowles shoue-groate tennis no game comes a mist His purse a nurse for any body is Caroches Coaches and Tobacconists All sorts of people freely from his fists His vaine expences daily sucke and soake And he himselfe sucks onely drinke and smoake And thus the Prodigall himselfe alone Giues suck to thousands and himselfe sucks none But for the miser he is such an euill He sucks all yet giues none sucke but the Deuill And both of them such cursed members are That to be neither of them both I care Thus young old all estates men maids wiues Doe sucke from one another all their liues And we are neuer wean'd from sucking thus Vntill we dye and then the wormes sucke vs. I care when I want money where to borrow And when I haue it then begins new sorrow For the right Anagram of woe is owe. And he 's in woe that is in debt I know For as I car'd before to come in debt So being in my care is out to get Thus being in or out or out or in Where one care ends another doth begin I care to keepe me from the Serieants mace Or from a barbrous Bayliffs rough embrace Or from a Marshals man that mercy lacks That liues a cursed life by poore mens wracks From Sericants that are Saracens by kinde From Bayliffs that are worse then Beares is minde And from a Marshals monsters trap or snare To keepe me from such knaues as those I care A Pander Hostler-like that walks a whore And for a fee securely keeps the doore A Punck that will with any body doe And giue the pox in to the bargaine too A rotten stinking Bawd that for her crimes Seewd in a sweat hath beene some fifteene times A Drunkard that delights to curse and sweare To shun such company as those I care I care to please and serue my Masters will And he with care commands not what is ill I care to haue them hang'd that carelesse be Or false vnto so good a Lord as he I care for all Religions that are hurld And scatter do'r the vniuersall world I care to keepe that which is sound and sure Which euer and for euer shall endure I care t' auoyd all Sects and errors foule That to confusion haue drawne many a soule For be a man a Heathen Turke or Iew With Care his miserable state I rue That he should haue sence reason life and lim Yet will not know That God that gaue them him And can a Christian thinke vpon these things But it his heart with care and pitty wrings That three parts of the world the grace doth shun Of their Creator and his sauing Sonne And as the Christians few in number be Yet how they in Religions disagree Kings subiects parents children much diuided By hell misguided and by Turks derided And can a Christian thinke how these things are But that his heart must be possest with Care I would all Princes that doe Christ professe And hope through him for endlesse happinesse Their quarrels to each other to lay by And ioyne against the common Enemy Who like a tempest oftentimes hath come Aduancing Mahomet in Christendome If Christian Kings this way would all prepare For such a glorious warre as this I care And here for mirths sake some few lines are made In the behalfe of me and of my trade But honest Reader be not angry tho They looke * Some six or eight lines are old of mine own but I haue much raced them like verses I wrote long agoe But they by many men were neuer seene And therefore fit to
many times the text we doe forget Thinke but of this and then the yeere before Must be abated halfe or some what more Thus many a Christian sixty yeeres hath trod The earth and not six months hath sem'd his God When we our liues vnequally thus share In thinking of it I am full of care I care in all my actions so to liue That no occasion of offence I giue To any man with either pen or tongue In name or same or goods to doe them wrong For he 's the greatest murderer aliue That doth a man of his good name depriue With base calumnious slanders and false liess T is the worst villany of villanies To blast a good mans name with scandals breath Makes his dishonor long furuiue his death For Infamie's a colour dyde in graine Which scarcebliuion can wash out againe As nothing's dearer then a mans good name So nothing wounds more deeper then desame Nature gaue man a paire of eares and eyes And but one tongue which certainely implies That though our sight and hearing still is free â—â— must we not speake all we heare or see Then he 's a Viper that doth lyes inuent To worke thereby anothers detriment T is sinne to slander a notorious Knaue But sinne and shame a good man to depraue Thus good or bad or whatsoe'r they are To doe to neither of them wrong I care I care to get good Bookes and I take heed And care what I doe either write or read Though some through ignorance some through spite â—â— said that I can neither read nor write â—â— though my lines no Scholership proclaime â—â— I at learning haue a kind of ayme And I haue gatherd much good obseruations From many humane and diuine translations â— was well entred forty Winters since â—â— farre as possum in my Accidence And reading but from possum to posset There I was mir'd and could no further get Which when I thinke vpon with mind deiected â—â— care to thinke how learning I neglected The poet * Part of the Bookes of â—â—ry that I haue read Quid or Ouid if you will Being in English much hath helpt my skill And Homer too and Virgil I haue seene And reading them I haue much better'd beene â—â—frey of Bulloyne well by Fairfax done â—â—â— that much loue hath rightly wonne Did Chaucer Sidney Spencer Daniel Nash â—â—dip'd my finger where they vs'd to wash As I haue read these Poets I haue noted * Bookes that I haue read of Poesie Much good which in my memory is quoted Of Histories I haue perusde some store As no man of my function hath done more The Golden legend I did ouer tosse And found the Gold mixt with a deale of drosse â—â— haue read Plutarchs Morals and his Liues And like a Bee suckt Hony from those Hiues â—sepbus of the Iewes Knowles of the Turks Marcus Aurelius and Gâ—â— works â—yd Grimstane Montaigne and Suetonius Agrippa whom some call Cornelius Graue â—â—â— and Câ—â—bden Purchas Speed Did Monumentall â—â—â— and Hollinshead And that sole Booke of Bookes which God hath giuen The â—â—â— Testanicâ—ts of heauen That I haue read and I with care confesse My selfe unworthy of such happinesse And many more good Bookes I haue with care Lookt on their goods and neuer stole their ware For no booke to my hands could euer come If it were but the Treatise of Tom Thumb Or Scoggins Iests or any simple play Or monstrous nowes came Trundling in my way All these and ten times more some good some bad I haue from them much obseruation had And so with care and study I haue writ These bookes the issue of a barren wit The most of them are verse but I suppose It is much ease to name them here in prose The names of many of the bookes that I haue written First the Sculler Vpon Coriat three merry bookes called Odcombs complaint Coriats resurrection and Laugh and be fat The nipping or snipping of Abuses Two mad things against Fenor Taylors Vrania The marriage of the Princesse An Elegy on Prince Henry Two bookes of all the Kings of England Three weekes three dayes and three houres obseruations in Germany Trauels to Scotland Trauels to Prague in Bohemia An Englishmans loue to Bohemia The Bible in verse The Booke of Martyrs in verse The praise of Hempseed A kicksy winsy The great O Toole Iacke a Lent The praise of Beggery Taylors Goose. Faire and soule weather The life and death of the Virgin Mary The Whip of Pride And lastly since the reigne of th' Emperour * I was much beholding to this Emperors name to make vp the meeter OTTO Was neuer seene the like of TAYLORS MOTTO All these and some which I haue quite forgot With care as is aforesaid I haue wrote I care how to conclude this carefull straine In care I care how to get out againe I care for food and lodging fire and rayment And what I owe I care to make good payment But most of all I care and will endeuer To liue so carefull that I may liue euer Thus without wronging any man a iot I shew I haue what euery man hath notâ— My wants are such that I forgiue them free That would but steale the most of them from me My cares are many as I here expresse Poore couzin Germans vnto carelesnesse I haue a knowledge some men will read this I want the knowledge how their liking is I care in all that I herein haue pend To please the good and shew the bad to mend And those that will not thus be satisfi'd I haue a spirit that doth them deride I flattry want mens likings to obtaine I care to loue those that loue me againe Thus be mens iudgements steady or vnsteady To like my Booke the care is tane already The Prouerb sayes that haste makes often waste Then what is waste impute it to my haste This Booke was written not that here I bosst Put houres together in three dayes at most And giue me but my breakfast I 'l maintaine To write another e'r I eate againe But well or ill or howsoe'r t is pend Lik't as you list and so I make an END ODCOMBS COMPLAINT OR CORIATS FVNERALL EPICEDIVM OR DEATH-SONG VPON HIS late-reported drowning With his Epitaph in the Barmuda and Vtopian tongues And translated into English by IOHN TAYLOR The Authour in his owne defence IF any where my lines doe fall out lame I made them so in merriment and game For be they wide or side or long or short All 's one to me I writ them but in sport Yet I would haue the Reader thus much know ' That when I list my simple skill to show In poesie I could both read and spell I know my Dactils and my Spondees well My true proportion and my equall measure What accent must be short and what at leasure How to transpose my words from place to place To giue my poesie the greater grace Either in Pastorall or
it is no doubt That ther 's but one way in and many out But to a Ioyle there 's many waies to win Ten thousand tricks and sleight to clap men in And ther 's but one way out as I doe know Which is by satisfying what we owe. Owest thou the Law thy life dispatch and pay And from the Prison thou art freed away Dost thou owe mony quickly pay thy seere And farewell goe thy wayes man there 's the doeâ— As men in all that 's ill are Satans Apes So sundry sinnes bring death in sundry shapes Life from the God of life which is but one To all degrees one way giues life alone And so our seuerall frailties seuerall waies Our wretched Carkasses in prison layes But there 's but one way out that e'r I saw Which is by satisfying of the law The faults we doe in spring-time of our youth In Summer of our man-hood gather growth Then Haruests middle age doth make them ripe Which winters old age doth in prison gripe And thus the very seasons of the yeare Fit emblemes of our thraldome doe appeare In London and within a mile I weene There are of Iayles or Prisons full eighteene And sixty Whipping-posts and Stocks and Cage Where sin with shame and sorrow hath due wagâ—â— For though the a The Tower Tower be a Castle Royall Yet ther 's a Prison in 't for men disloyall Though for defence a Campe may there be fitted Yet for offence men thither are committed It is a house of fame and there is in 't A Palace for a Prince a Royall Mint b Besides Poleaxes Patutants Halâ—â—â— Iauelins Bartleaxes Crosbowes liâ—â—â— Pikes Pistolâ—â—â—â—â—â—â— tronels Great Ordnance Powder Shot Match Bils Boâ—â—â—â— Shafts swords pikes laÌ„ces shouels mattocks cry Bright armor muskets ready still I say To arme one hundred thousand in a day And last it is a prison vnto those That doe their Soueraigne or his lawes oppose c The Gatehouse The Gatehouse for a prison was ordain'd When in this land the third king Edward reign'd Good lodging roâ—mes and diet it affoords But I had rather lye at home on boords Since Ricbandii reigne the first d The Fleet. the Fleet hath â—â—â—â— A Prison as vpon records is seene For lodgings and for bowling there 's large space But yet I haue no stomacke to the place e Nevâ—â—â— Ludgate Old Neugais I perceiue a theeuish den But yet ther 's lodging for good honest men When second Henry here the Scepter swaid Then the foundation of that gate was laid But sixty six yeeres ere our â—auiours birth By Lâ—nd was f Ludgate Ludgate founded from the earth No Iayle for theeues though some perhaps is bâ—â—â—â— That breake in policie may there be had The g Poultrey Counter Counter in the Powltery is so old That it in History is not enrold And h Woodstreet Woodstreet Counters age we may denice Since Anno fifteene hundred fifty fiue â—â—â— me the one 's too old and one's too new â—â—â— as they bake a Gods name let them brew â—â—â— vnto my memory comes next There idlenesse and lechery is vext â—â—â— is a royall house of state and port Which the eighth King Henry built and there kept Court â—â— Edward somewhat ere his timelesse fall â—â— it away to be an Hospitall Which vse the City puts it well vnto â—â—â— many pious deeds they there doe doo â—â— yet for Vagabonds and Runnagates â—â— Where 's and idle knaues and such like mates â—â—â— little better then a Iayle to those There they chop chalke for meat and drinke and blowes â—â— this house those that 'gainst their wils doe dwell â—â—â— Well a Bride perhaps but not Bridewell a Bridewell â— Iayles or Prisons are in Southwarke plac'd â—â—â— Countor once S. Margrets Church defac'd â—â— M 〈…〉 the Kings Bench and White Lyon b White Lyon King Bench Marshalsea â—â—â—â— Clinke There some like Tantalus or like lxion â—â— inching paine of hunger daily feele â—â— vp and downe with sickle fortunes wheele â—â— some doe willingly make there abode Because they cannot liue so well abroad â—â— ther 's the Clinke where handsome lodgings be â—â— good may it doe them all for me â—â— but the Thames vnto S. Katherins then â—â—â—is another c The hole as S. Katherines hole or den for men â—â—tere in d East â—â—â— prison East-Smithfield little better â—â— to hold a theefe or paltry debter Then neere three Cranes a Iayle for Hereticks â—â—s Familists and Schismaticks â—â—â—worths Iayle within White Chappell stands And â—â—â—y God blesse me from their hands â—â— eighteene Iayles so neere the Citty bounded â—â—â— founded and maintain'd by men confounded â—â— one means meat may be anothers bane â—â— Keepers full springs from the Prisners wane â— hath beene still the vse and euer will â—â— one mans welfare comes from others ill â—â— as I said mans selfe is cause of all â—â—â— miseries that to him can be fall â— but our corps how euery member lyes Their seuerall offices and faculties â— our own iudgement will informe vs than â—â—â— himselfe twixt a prison and a man â— as man hath his limbs and linaments â—â—â—wes muscles nerues and ligaments â— Panicles his Arteries his Veines â—â—â— his membrancs and his beating braines e New prison f The Lord Wentworths â—â—â—â—â— So hath a Iayle h Were it not for these a Iaile would haue neither life nor soule Writs Warrants Attachments Arestings Actions Hues Cries Appeáchments With Garnish Sharing fees and Habeas Corpus Which feede some Iaylors fatter than a Porpus And last for euerlasting Executions Vntill the prisoners bodies dissolutions And if a man be hurt in legge or arme Or head or heele 't is said the man hath harme If inward griefe doe pinch in any part The anguish is a terror to the heart And should a Iayle want these things nam'd before It quickly would be miserable poore Like men dismembred or of sense berest With scarcely any life or being left For in mans corps like prisners alwayes lies His vertues and his foule iniquities And which of these his fancie liketh best Shall still be kept in bondage or releast As Wisdome Bounty and Humilitie Despised in these dayes of vanitie Some keepe so close not suffering them to walke So much as in bare thoughts or deeds or talke Whilst Folly and close-fifted Niggardize With Barbarisme haue ease and liberties Faith Hope and Charitie are pent vp close And doubt despaire and cruelty let loose Lust reuels it rich clad in Robes of Pride Friendship and Loue are liberty denide Whereby the liberall Arts in number seuen Are of their liberall liberties bereauen The whilst the seuen delightfull deadly sinnes The game and glory of the whole world wins The Cardnall vertues as vnworthy prices Are made but vassals to all Carnall vices The Muses are mew'd vp with woes and wants Whilst fortune followes knaues and Ignorants And thus within mans little Common-weale
â—â—â— charge of physicke or of being sicke Besides the word Hang is so much in vse That few or none will take 't as an abuse â—â—â— doth a great mans kindnesse much approue When he shall bid a man Behang'd in loue And with some men 't is common courtesie To say Farewell be hang'd that 's twice God bwy The pictures the dearest friends we haue Although their corps are rotten in the graue We hang them for a reuerend memory To vs and vnto our posterity â—â— hang their wiues in picture which haue cause To hang their persons wer 't not for the lawes â—â—â— hang their heires in pictures who would faine With their good fathers hang'd their lands to gaine â—â—â— oft haue seene good garments for mens wearing Haue very thrifily beene hang'd to ayring And I have seen those garments like good fellows Hang kindly with their master at the Gallowse â—â—â— then in to the Hangmans Wardrobe drop Haue beene againe hang'd in a Broakers shop Which after by a Cut purse bought might be And make another iourney to the Tree Twixt which and twixt the Broaker it might goe Or ride some twelue or thirteene times or moe Thus th'hangmans haruest and the Brokers grow They reape the crop which sin and shame doth sow There are rich Hangings made of Tapestrie Of Arras and of braue embrodery Those are for Princes and for men of worth T' adorne their roomes and set their greatnes forth But as dead bones in painted Tombes doe bide These b If all traitors hypocrites flatterers extortioners oppressours bribetakers cheaters panders bawds c. were hang'd vp in the woods on seuerall trees there is no Arras or Tapestry can grace and adorne a Princes Court as those Hangings could become a Common-wealth Hangings filthy rotten wals doe hide A Harts-horne to a post fast nailed on Serues well for men to hang their hats vpon But if they knew their heads would serue the turne They would not shift their hats from horne to horn Mens swords in Hangers Hang fast by their side Their Stirrops Hang when as they vse to ride Our Conies and our Deere are Hang'd in toiles Our meat hangs o'r the fire when as it boiles Our light Hangs in the Lanthorne all men fees Our fruit wee eat was hang'd vpon the trees Signes hang on posts shew whereas tradsmen dwels In steeples all men know are Hang'd the Bels The scales or ballance hangs where things are weigh'd Goods Hang'd in Craines that 's in or out conuei'd Yards failes sheets tacks lists caskets bolins braces Are fitly hang'd in their conuenient places The compasse that directs where windes doe blow Is Hang'd vpon the Needles point we know In stately buildings Timbet Lead and Stone Are Hang'd and hoist or Buildings would be none c Here is an army of Hangings Our Maps where in the world described be Are all Hang'd vp against the wals we see Our Cazements Hang as they doe ope and shut Our Curtaines Hang which bout our beds we put Our Hogs are Hang'd else Bacon we might looke Doores Hang on hinges or I am mistooke And many a trusty Padlocke Hangs no doubt To let in honest men and keepe knaues out Sea-Cabins Hang where poore men sleepe and rest Our Clokes Hang on our backs 't is manifest The Viall Citterne the Bandore and Lute Are cas'd or vncas'd all Hang'd vp and mute Our Linnen being wash'd must Hang to dry Or else Lice will Hang on and multiply Thus Hanging 's beneficiall to all States Whilst Gods dread curse Hangs o'r the reprobates And as for those that take my lines amis And will be pleas'd to be displeas'd with this For groats a piece nay lesse for three pence either I 'll giue them all leaue to be Hang'd together Since Hanging then is prou'd so naturall So beneficiall so generall So apt so necessary and so fit Our reason tels vs we should honour it It is a good mans life and 't is their death That rob and rifle men of goods and breath This kind of Hanging all offences ends From which God euer blesse me and my friends I from the Hangman this conclusion draw He is the fatall period of the Law If thieues or traytors into mischiefe runne If he haue done with them then they hane done 'T is often seene that many haplesse men Haue beene condemn'd and iudg'd reprieu'd agen And pardon'd haue committed new transgressions And in againe oft many a Size and Sessions When many warnings mend them not therefore The Hangman warnes them they offend no more Hee 's the Catastrophe and Epilogue Of many of the desperate Catalogue And he is one that cannot wanted be But still God keepe him farre enough from me THE DESCRIPTION OF TYBVRNE I Haue heard sundry men oft times dispute Of trees that in one yeere will twice beare fruit But if a man note Tyburne will appeare That that 's a tree that beares twelue times a yeere I muse it should so fruitfull be for why I vnderstand the root of it is dry It beares no leafe no blossome or no bud The raine that makes it fructifie is bloud I further note the fruit which it produces Doth seldome serue for profitable vses Except the skilfull Surgions industry Doe make Defection or Anatomy It blossomes buds and beares all three together And in one houre doth liue and die and wither Like Sodom Apples they are in conceit For touch'd they turne to dust and ashes streight Besides I find this tree hath neuer bin Like other fruit trees wall'd or hedged in But in the high-way standing many a yeere It neuer yet was rob'd as I could heart The reason is apparent to our eyes That what it beares are dead commodities And yet sometimes such grace to it is giuen The dying fruit is well prepar'd for heauen And many times a man may gather thence Remorse deuotion and true penitence And from that tree I thinke more soules ascend To that Coelestiall ioy which ne'r shall end I say more soules from thence to heau'n doe come Than from all * Except Pauls Churchyard and Saint Gregories where â—â—ny inhabitants are dwelling as Drapers Stationers â—â—â— Trunk and â—ragic all blacke Bottle-makers who now and thâ—â— doe dye there whom I doe verily beleeue haue soules â—â—â— except the Close at Salisbury with all Cathedrall Churchyards and others where any body dwels if it be but a Summer â—â—â— Sexton Church-yards throughout Christendome The reason is the bodies all are dead And all the soules to ioy or woe are fled Perhaps a weeke a day or two or three Before they in the Church-yards buried bee But at this Tree in twinkling of an eye The soule and body part immediatly There death the fatall parting blow doth strike And in Church-yards is seldome seene the like Besides they are assisted with the almes Of peoples charitable prayers and Psalmes Which are the wings that lift the hou'ring spirit By faith through grace true glory to inherit Concerning this
woman downe into the Celler and in the same place where the two Infants lost their liues hee did helpe the woman to wring a Bucke of his clothes and then hee requested her to helpe to conuey his goods out of his house for hee said that hee feared that the Sheriffe of Surry would come and seaze vpon all But the woman not thinking of any of the harme that was done imagined that he had meant that his goods would be seazed for debt and not for murther But to returne to the miserable Mother of the murdered Children shee said that her heart throbbed all the day as fore-boading some heauy mischance to come and hauing done her businesse that shee came about to London as soone as shee came home she asked for her Children to whom her Husband answered that they were at a neighbours house in the Towne Then said shee I will go thither to fetch them home No quoth he I will goe my selfe presently for them Then said his Wife Let the poore woman that is heere goe and bring them home But at last shee saw such delay was vsed shee was going her selfe then her Husband told her that hee had sent them to a Kinsmans of his at a Village called Sutton foure miles from Ewell and that he had prouided well for them and prâ—â—id her to bee contented and feare nothing for they were well These double tales of his made her to doubt somewhat was amisse therefore shee intreated him for Gods sake to tell her truly where they were Whereupon hee said If you will needs know where they are goe but vp the stayres into such a Chamber and there you shall find them But in what a lamentable perplexity of mind the poore woman was when shee perceiued how and which way they lost their liues any Christian that hath an heart of flesh may imagine Presently the Constable was sent for who tooke him into his custody who amongst other talke demanded of him why and how he could commit so vnnaturall a fact as to murder his Children To whom hee answered that he did it because he was not able to keep them and that hee was loth they should goe about the Towne a begging and moreouer that they were his owne and being so that hee might doe what hee would with them and that they had their liues from him and therefore he had taken their liues from them and was contented to lose his life for them for hee was sure that their miseries were past and for his part he had an assured hope to goe to them though they could not come to him So being had before a Iustice his Examination was very briefe for hee confest all the whole circumstances of the matter freely so that hee was sent to the common Prison of Surry cal'd the White Lyon where he remained fourteene or fifteene weekes a wonderfull penitent Prisoner neuer or very seldome being without a Bible or some other good booâ—e meditating vpon and when any one did but mention his Children hee would fetch a deep â—â—â— and weep desiring euery one to pray for â—â—â— and vpon his owne carenest request hee â—â—â—aide for at Pauls Crosse and at most of â—â—â— Churches in London and at many in the Country and at the Sessions holden at Croyâ—â—â— the latter end of Iuno last hee made such confesslion at the Barre declaring the â—â—â— of his life his odious Drinking his â—â—minable Whoring his cruell Murther â—â—â— the false dealing of his deceitfull freind â—â—â— was the cause of his finall wrack with â—â—â— Relations of his pronounced with vehemencey and protestations hee moâ—â—â— all that heard him to commiseration and â—â—â— So according to Law and Iustice hee was â—â—â— condemned and iudged for the murâ—ering of his two Children to be hang'd â—â—â— Iudgement was executed on him at â—â—â— Gallowes at Croydon on Munday the second day of Iune 1621. where hee â—â—â— with great penirency and remorce of 〈…〉 This was the lamentable end of Iohn Rowse â—â—â— of the age of fifty yeeres and one that â—â—â— right haue liu'd and dyed in better fashion â—â—â— had laid hold on the grace of heauen â—â—â— God 's protection and fatherly asâ—â—â—â—â—â— but of all that herein is declared this â—â—â— which I now declare is most lamenâ—â—â— and remarkable which is that Ewell â—â—â— a Market Towne not much aboue ten â—â—â— from London in a Christian Kingdome â—â—â— such a Kingdome where the all-sauing World of the euer liuing God is most diliâ—â—â—â— sincerely and plentifully preached â—â—â— this diligence as it were in â—â—â— or Center of this sincerity and in â—â—â— of this plenty the Towne of Ewell â—â—â— neither Preacher not Pastor for alâ—â—â—â—â—â—son age be able to maintaine on â—â—â— Preacher yet the liuing beeing in a â—â—â— hand is rented out to another for â—â—â— and yet no Preacher mainâ—â—â—â—â—â— Now the chiefe Landlord out of â—â—â— doth allow but seuen pounds â—â—â— Reader and the other that doth hyre the Parsonage at a great Rent doth giue the said Reader foure pound the yeere more out of his meanes and courtesie and by this meanes the Towne is serued with a poore old man that is halfe blinde and by reason of his age can scarcely read for all the world knowes that so small a stipend cannot finde a good Preacher Bookes and very hardly bread to liue on so that the poore soules dwelling there are in danger of famishing for want of a good Preacher to breake the Bread of life vnto them for a Sermon amongst them is as rare as warme weather in December or Ice in Iuly both which I haue seene in England though but seldome And as the Wolfe is most bold with the Sheepe when there is either no Shepheard or an impotent insufficient one so the Diuell perhaps tooke his aduantage of this wretched man seeing hee was so badly guarded and so weakly guided to withstand his force and malice for where God is least knowne and called vpon there Satan hath most power and domination But howsoeuer I wish with all my heart that that Towne and many more were better prouided then they are and then such numbers of soules would not be in hazzard to perish nor so many sufficient schollers that can preach and teach well liue in penuryo through want of maintenance I could runne further vpon this point but that I doe shortly purpose to touch it more to the quick in another Booke By this mans fall wee may see an example of Gods Iustice againste Drunkennes Whoredome and Murder the Diuell being the first Author who was a Murtherer from the beginning when â—l'd Catâ— with Enuy that hee murdered his brother Abel who tempted Dauid first to Adultery and afterwards to Murther who prouoked Herod to cause the blessed Seruant of God Iohn Baptist to lose his head because hee told him it was not lawfull for him to marry his brother Philips Wife and who was the prounker of the aforesaid Herod to marther all the innocent male children in
let sweet saluation sinke or swimme The third that to the Parlament came in Was murder all inroab'd in scarlet sinne Who told great Limboes monarch he had done Such deeds as thousand soules to hell haue wonne The fourth that entred to this damned lurie Was sweet sinne Lechery a smugfac'd furie Said that the world should his great pains approue Where vniuersall lust is counted loue The fist was an ilshaped decrepit Crone Cald Enuy all consum'd to skinne and bone And shee declar'd what labour he had spent To Honours and to Vertues detriment Then sixt did Burst-gut Gluttony appeare Whose sole delight is all in â—elly-cheere Who told how he mens greedy mindes did serue To cram their bodies whilst their soules did sterue The seuenth was Sloth an vgly lothsome wretch Who being cald did gape and yawne and stretch I haue quoth he done as your highnesse wil'd I all the world with Idlenesse haue fil'd In lazie Creatures members I doe lurke That thousands will be hang'd before the ' I le work Then Pluto said These ills you haue done well In propagation of our Kingdome Hell But yet ther 's one thing which I will effect Which too long hath been buried with neglect And this it is in Rich America In India and black Barbaria Whereas the peoples superstitions show Their minde because no other God they know In those misguided lands I caus'd to breed A foule contagious stinking Manbane weede Which they poore fooles with diligence do gather To sacrifice to me that am their Father Where euery one a Furies shape assumes Befog'd and clouded with my hel-hatch'd fumes But these blacke Nations that adore my name I 'le leaue in pleasure and my mischiefes frame Gainst those who by the name of Christian goe Whose Author was my finall ouerthrowe And therefore straight diuulge our great commands That presently throughout all Christian lands Tobacco be disperst that they may be As Moores and Pagans are all like to me That from the Palace to the paltry nooke Like hell in imitation all may looke In vice let Christians passe both lewes and Turkeâ— And let them outpasse Christians in good workes Let euery Cobler with his dirty fist Take pride to be a blacke Tobacconist Let Idiot Coxcombs sweare 't is excellent geare And with a whiffe their reputations reare Let euery idle addle-pated gull With stinking sweet Tobacco stuffe his skull Let Don Fantasticke smoake his vasty gorge Let rich and poore let honest men and knaues Be smoak'd and stunke vnto their timelesse graues Thus is our last irreuocable will Which though it dam not man I know t will kill And therefore strait to euery Christian Nation Diuulge and publish this our Proclamation A Proclamation or approbation from the King of execration to euery Nation for Tobaccoes propagation WHereas wee haue beene credibly informed by our true and neuer-failing Intelligeneers â—â—â— the soules of Vsurers Brokers Knights of the Puâ—â—â— Panders Bawdes and such like our welbeloued seaâ—â—â— and daughters by gracelesse adoption that the â—â—â—â—â— alias weed ycleped Tobacco alias Trinidado alias Petun alias Necocianum a long time haâ—â—â— been in continuall vse and motion amongst the Seâ—â—â— burnt tanskind Indians Barbarians and the â—â—â— of our blacke guard inhabiting in America which hath bin greatly to our contentmeÌ„t to see our execrâ—ble seruants on the earth to come so neere our infernall Tartarian sulphurous contagious stinke with their terrestriall imitations wee therefore with thâ— full consent of our three Estates namely our Lordâ— spiritual of our owne synagogue as twelue Turbâ—â—â— Mufiyes 66. Popes and sundry other Cardinelâ— c. Prelates our foure trustie friends Besides â—â—â— Temporall Lords as Heliogabalus Nero Sanlanapalus with many more and our Comminalty â—â—â— vassals whereof the chiefe wee hold to bee Guidoâ—â—â— Faux Francis Rauillac and all such as â—â—â—â— Naturalized into the line of Iudas or Achitophel Wee with these estates aforesaid â—â—â— by the Authority of this present Parliament straightly charge and command that all diâ—els demy-diuels fiends furies hagges witches ghosts goblins spirits elues fayries or any â—â—â—â— subiects or subiects to our infernall monarchy â—ywhâ—â— name or title soeuer they bee called that they â—ad â—aâ—cry of them doe forthwith vpon the sight hereâ—â— disperse themselues amongst the Christians the â—er enemies of our mightic Monarchy and there â—â—â—â—â—â—â— of witcherafts spels exorcismes conâ—â—â— â—â—â— antations or any other of our Maâ—â—â— deuices doe their best endeauors to possesse â—â—â— with the loue of Tobacco make old men â—o ate â—â— it and young men admire it make the rich â—â—â—â—â— their â—ealth in it make the laborer in â—â— houre in the Euening puffe away his whole daies â—â—â— be decayed banquerupt be alwaies my truâ—â— factor to diuulge it be they neuer so base let â—â— bee accounted Noble that vse it and be they â—â— so Noble let them bee thought base that reâ—â—â—â—â— Play-houses Drinking-schooles Tauorus â—â—â—ses Bawdy houses be continually haunted with the contaminous vapours of it nay if it bee â—â—â—bleâ— bring it into their Churches and there â—â—â— vp their Preachers my onely and my hateâ—â— sâ—â—mics And wheras the Indians and other farre remoted â—â—barous Nations were the first that vsed it wee do â—â—oghtly further charge and commaund that you â—nd euery of you doe disâ—wade them from the excâ—sâ—â—â— vse of it and let those Nations that are our conâ—â—â—â—â— opposites in manners and Religion be fully â—â—â— with an immoderate desire of it like Horsâ—â—â—â—â— the more they drinke the more let them â—â—â—st let it bee a trade to practise the whiffe the â—â—â— the gulpe the euaporating or retention Doe â—â—â— with all expedition as you expect the fruition of â—â— fâ—therly execrable Maleuolent Malediction Giuen at our Palace at Gehemnâ— c. THis Proclamation was no sooner doon But thousand furies to and fro did runne â—â—â— accomplish what their Master Pluto spoke And fully fill the world with stinke and smoake And now the man that se'ne of feeling reft By reason of his age whose teeth haue left The vasty Caâ—urne of his mumping cud Most haue Tobacco to reuine his blood The glistring Gallant or the Gallant Gull The icering Pander and the hackney Trull The Roysting Rascall and the swearing Slaue The Hostler Tapster all in generall craue To be a foggy misty smoaky Iury Vpon this vpstart newfound â—â—â—â—ien fury Great Captaine Gracelesâ—e stormes proâ—â—â—s and swearers He â—â—â— haue the rascall Poet by the cares And beate him as a man would beate a dog That dares once speake against this precious fogge It is the iewel that hee most respects It is the gemme of ioy his heart affects It is the thing his soule doth most adore To liue and loue Tobacco and a whore Hee 'le cram his braines with fumes of Indian grasse And grow as fat with 't as an English Asse Some say Tobacco will mens daies prolong To whom I answer they are in the wrong And sure my conscience giues me not the I le I thinke 't
Sonnet 5. Three blinde Commanders BLinde fortune sightlesse loue and eyelesse death Like Great Triumue'rs swayes this earthly roome â—â—â— actions affections and very breathe Are in subiection to their fatall doome Ther 's nothing past or present or to come That in their purblinde power is not comprizde â—rom Crowne to cart from cradle to the toome â—ll are by them defamde or eternizde Why should we then esteeme this doating life â— That 's in the guideance of such blind-fold rule Whose chiefest peace is a continuall strife Whose gawdy pompes the pack and man the Mule Which liues long day he beares as he is able Til deaths blacke night doth make the graue his stable Sonnet 6. In the praise of musicke â—TWas Musick fetch'd Euridice from hell And rap'd grim Pluto with harmonious straines Renowned Orphens did with Musick quell The fiends and ease the tortur'd of their paines The Dolphin did account it wondrous gaines To heare Arion play as hee did ride Gods fiends fish fowles shepheards on the plains Melodious Musicke still hath magnifide And ancient records plainely doe decide How braue Orlands Palatine of France When he was raging mad for Meadors bride Sweet Musicke cur'd his crazed wits mischance For Musick 's only fit for heau'ns high quire Which though men cannot praise enough adutire Sonnet 7. The Map of misery LIke to the stone that 's cast in deepest wane That rests not till the bottome it hath found So I a wretch inthrald in sorrowes caue With woe and desperations fetters bound The captiue slaue imprison'd vnder ground Doom'd there by fates t' expire his wofull daies With care o'rwhelmd with grief sorrow drownd Makes mournfull moanings and lamenting layes Accusing and accursing fortunes playes Whose wither'd Autumne leauelesse leaues his tree And banning death for his too long delayes â— Remaines the onely poore despised hee If such a one as this the world confine His mischiefes are his his sport compar'd with mine Sonnet 8. Another in prayse of musicke NO Poet crownd with euerliuing bayes Tho art like floods should froÌ„ his knowledge flow He could not write enough in Musicks prayse To which both man and Angels loue doe owe If my bare knowledge ten times more did know And had ingrost all arte from Pernas hill If all the Muses should their skils bestow On me to amplifie my barren skill I might attempt in shew of my good will In Musicks praise some idle lines to write But wanting iudgement and my accent ill I still should be vnworthy to indite And run my wit on ground like ship on shelfe For musicks praise consisteth in it selfe A Cataplasmicall Satyre composed and compacted of sundry simples as salt vineger wormewood and a little gall very profitable to cure the impostumes of vice A Sauage rough-hair'd Satyre needs no guide Wher 's no way from the way he cannot â—lide Then haue amoÌ„gst you through the brakes briers From those who to the Cedars top aspires Vnto the lowest shrub or branch of broome That hath his breeding from earths teeming womb And now I talke of broome of shrubs and Cedars Me thinks a world of trees are now my leaders To prosecute this trauell of my penne And make comparison twixt trees and men The Cedars and the high cloud kissing Pynes Fecundious Oliues and the crooked Vines The Elme the Ash the Oake the Masty Beeche The Peare the Apple and the rug-gowned Peache And many more for it would tedious be To name each fruitfull and vnfruitfull tree But to proceed to show how men and trees In birth in breed in life and death agrees In their beginnings they haue all one birth Both haue their nat'rall being from the earth And heauens high hand where he doth please to blesse Makes trees or men or fruitful or fruitlesse In sundry vses trees do serue mans turne To build t' adorne to feed or else to burne Thus is mans state in all degrees like theirs Some are got vp to th' top of honours stayres Securely sleeping on opinions pillow Yet as vnfruitfull as the fruitlesse willow And fill vp roomes like worthlesse trees in woods Whose goodnesse all consists in ill got goods He like the Cedar makes a goodly show But no good fruite will from his greatnesse grow Vntill he die and from his goods depart And then giues all away despight his heart Then must his friends with mourning cloth be clad With insides merry and with outsides sad What though by daily grinding of the poore By bribry and extortion got his store Yet at his death he gownes some foure-score men And t is no doubt he was a good man then Though in his life he thousands hath vndone To make wealth to his cursed coffers runâ— If at his buriall groats a piece bee giuen I le warrant you his soule 's in hell or heauen And for this doale perhaps the beggers striues That in the throng seuenteene doe lose their liues Let no man tax me here with writing lies For what is writ I saw with mine owne eyes Thus men like barren trees are feld and lopt And in the fire to burne are quickly popt Some man perhaps whilst he on earth doth liue Part of his vaine superfluous wealth will giue To build of Almshouses some twelue or ten Or more or lesse to harbour aged men Yet this may nothing be to that proportion Of wealth which he hath gotten by extortion What i st for man his greedy minde to serue To be the cause that thousands die and sterue And in the end like a vaine-glorious theefe Will giue some ten or twelue a poore reliefe Like robbers on the way that take a purse And giue the poore a mite to scape Gods curse But know this thou whose goods are badly gotten When thou art in thy graue consum'd and rotten Thine heire perhaps wil feast with his sweet punk And Dice and Drabb and eu'ry day be drunk Carowsing Indian Trinidado smoake Whilst thou with Sulph'rous flames are like to choake See see yond gallant in the Cloke-bag breech Hee 's nothing but a Trunke cram'd full of speech He 'l sweare as if 'gainst heau'n he wars would wage And meant to plucke downe Phoebus in his rage When let a man but try him hee 's all oathes And odious lies wrapt in vnpaid for cloathes And this Lad is a Roaring boy forsooth An exlent morsell for the hangmans tooth He carelesly consumes his golden pelfe In getting which his Father damn'd himselfe Whose soule perhaps in queÌ„chlesse fire doth broile Whilst on the earth his sonne keepes leuell coile T is strange to Church what numbers daily flock To drinke the Spring of the eternall Rocke The great â—ouâ—â—-sauing Satan slaying Word Gainst sin death hell th' alcoâ— quering sacred sword Where high lehonahs Trumpâ—ters sound forth From East to West from Souâ—â— vnto the North For through all lands their Embasseyes are borne And neuer doe againe in vaine returne Which either is of life to life the sauor Or death
you stand In duty for your liues and honours bound To him for by him haue you beene renown'd Yet Death that 's common vnto euery one Should be intolerable vnto none And therefore let his noble spirit rest Amidst those ioyes which cannot be exprest Let those that liue his goodnesse imitate And yeeld vnto the course of mortall fate FINIS A FVNERALL ELEGIE IN THE SACRED MEMORY OF THE Right Reuerend Right Honourable and Learned Father in GOD LANCELOT Lord Bishop of VVinchester Deane of his Maiesties Chappell Prelate of the Right Honourable Order of the Garter and one of the Lords of his Maiestices most Honourable Priuie COVNCELL Who departed this life at his house in Southwarke on Munday the 25 th of September last 1626 and was Honourably Interred in Saint Sauiours Church in Southwarke the XI of Nouember TO THE WORSHIPFVLL AND RELIGIOVS GENTLE man M r. Iohn Parker Citizen of London and of the worshipfull Societie of Marchant-Taylors Right Worthy Sir IN these ingratefull daies of ours wherein mens merits are forgotten with the expiration of the life and that too many doe glory to leaue happy or vnhappy posterities behinde them to â—â—â— their memories liue when they are gone or else put a vaine hope of a long lasting same by eâ—â—â—cting painted vaine-glorious Sepulchers and marble Monuments whilst small are theâ—â—â— ber of those that by Piety Charity Noble and vertuous Actions and good life and conuersation â—â— seeke to attaine the neuer-fading memory of Eternity and true lmmortality so that it is a doubt whâ—ther the death of the good or the life of the bad are most to be lamented Yet although the true worthâ—â— this deceased Right Reuerend Right Honourable and right Learned Father whom God in merry â—â— taken from the euill to come is of that inuincible and impregenable strength that the flattery or battle of future time cannot beat it downe into the gulfe of obliuion and forget fulnesse yet though weâ—â— lesse I in dutious loue and reuerence to the Dead and true in affection to the liuing amongst whom â—â—â—â— of my departed Lords Friends and Seruants I am much endeared and oblieged vnto I haue set â—â— rudely to paper and as I could though not as I should I haue as it were onley look'd into the Suiâ—â—â—â— of a goodly City tasted Manna afarre off and touched the skirts or hem of his meritorious vertues whâ—â— I have made bold to dedicate to your Worships graue and iudicious view and censure humbly desirâ— your VVorship to accept my intention more then my Labour in hope whereof I cease to enlarge my Eâ—â—â— further wishing you such happinesse in this life as is correspondent to your worth and such felicity in â—â— life to come as is layd vp for good men in Heauen Your Worships to command IOHN TAYLOR A Silly Taper or a Candles light Are vaine additious to make Sol more bright â—â—â— can one little water-drop augment The mighty bounds of Neptunes continent The raging Winds that threaten sea and shore â—â—â— one mans breath is not increas'd the more â—â—â— or can a handfull of vnstable sand â—â—yse mounts of earth or amplifie the land â—â—â— that am the meanest man of men â—â—rane wanting learning meaner for the pen â—th glimering raper or a drop of raine â—â—not increase the light inlarge the maine â—â—â— any way in sitting tearmes set foth â—ght Reuerend Winchester Admired worth â—â—â—all the learned Poets of these dayes â—â—ght write and speake in his deserued prayse â—â—â— spend their inke and paper and their spirits â—â—â—â—add no fame or honour ot his merits â—â—â—as pute snow shewes whiter to the eye â—â—â—â—hen cole-black Crowes or swarty Rauens are by â—â—â—as the darknesse makes light seeme more cleare â—â—â—will his Vertues in my lines appeare â—â—â—speake his passage in this vale of strife London he had being first and life â—hose Parents as became their reputation â—â—â—bring him vp in worthy education â—â—â— Prem brooke Hall in Cambridge witnesse will â—hereas his noble memory liues still â—passing on in this his morall race â—â—ne'd by grace from higher place to place â—â—â—to the Deanery of Westminster â—â—â—to this Bishopricke of Chichester â—â— Iames did next to Elye him preferre â—ich learned Prince made him his Almoner â—â—â— by Gods prouidence nor his desire â—â—â—to Winchester translated higher â—â—â—of the Royall Chappell and beside Garters Prelate he was dignifide â—â—â—gracious Iames did in his wisedome see â—â—â— worthy Lords vpright integrity â—hom all loyall vertues were innate â—â—â—â—him a priuy Councellour of State â—â—â—his honours still did higher grow â— minde in meeke humillity was low â—â—â—like a blessed Samuel was he â—yned from his infancy to be â—iant souldier of Christs faithfull Campe â—in God Church a learn'd illustrious Lamp â—â—â—â—at the lord to Abraham did say From thy Country and thy Kin away â—â—â—from thy Fathers house I charge thee goe â—â—â—Lord that I to thee will showe â—is right reuerend Lord was from his youth â—â—â—from the world to Gods eternall truth â—being one in Heau ' ns high businesse sent â—igh in this world yet from the world he went For though the world is as 't is vnderstood Mans natiue Country as he 's flesh and blood Yet is his worldly part a prison foule Wherein in bondage lyes his purer soule Which soule is heauenly makes heauen her aime And here she 's in the World not of the same So this deceased Subiect of my muse He liu'd and grieu'd to see the worldsabuse And like a â—eremy â—â— had â—â—â—ments He sigh'd and greu'd bewaynng the euents Which haue and doe and dad â—â— are like Vpon this woefull age of ours to strike He saw and grieu'd a what all men should grieue How goodnesse small reipect could here achieue And how the chiefest good that men doe craue Is pompe and wealth and rich appreil braue How man will for his body haue good food Good fire good cloathes good house and lodging good And all the care's how these goods may be had And few men cared though their soules be bad Thus the sraile World in pous â—â—â— Strooke in his Christian heart griefes deepe impression That all that worldly was he quite â—orgor And vs'd the World as if hee vs'd itâ— oâ— Hee by the Spirit of God perceiued plaine That all earthes pompe and glory is but vayne And therefore with a lowly minde and meeke He did Christs righteousnesse kingdome seeke For which euen as our Sauiours word is past His earthly treasures were vppon him cast For still the word of God confirm'd shall be I 'le honour them saith he that honour me His heart was free from an ambitious thought No popular applause of men he sought His pride was godly a true Christian pride To know Christ and to know him crucifide And though fraile men are with vaine toyes intis'd Hee with'd to be disolu'd to be with Christ. His charity was not in out-ward show No Pharisey-like Trumpet ere did blow To make the World applause with
the brim Into some loathsome prison vomits him There leaues the honour of a house and name To be exchang'd for miserie and shame Now tell me they that loue faire truth indeed If such mawes doe not Corm'rants guts exceed And to what place soeuer such resort They are the Foule Birds both in Towne and Coâ—â— A Drunkard THE ARGVMENT A madnesse dearely bought with losse of fame Of credit and of manly reputation A cursed purchase of disease and shame Of death and a great hazard of Darâ—â—uation In all that 's bad the diuel 's onely Aps Worse then a beast in the best manly saape THis fellow with the dropsie growne as big And much more beastly then a Sow with pig His cheekes like Boreas swolne he blow'd and puft His paunch like to a woolpaok cram'd and stuft And by the meanes of what he swil'd and gul'd Hee look'd like one that was three quarters mul'd His breath compounded of strong English Beere And th' Indian drug would suffer none come neere From side to side he staggered as he went As if he reeling did the way indent Oae skirt of 's cloake scarce reacht vnto his waste The other dragging in the dirt he trac'd His very braines within his head were stew'd And look'd so crimson colour'd scarlet hew'd As'twere an Ignis faunus or a comet His garments stunke most sweetly of his vomit Fac'd with the tapâ—lash of strong Ale and Wine Which from his â—au'ring chaps doth oft decline In truth he look'd as red as any coale And bellied like vnto a mare with foale With hollow eyes and with the palsie shaking And gouty legs with too much liquor taking This valiant pot-leach that vpon his knees Has drunke a thousand pottles vp se freese Such pickled pharses he had got in store As were vnknowne vnto the times of yore As when he drinkes out all the toall summe Gaue it the stile of supernagullnum And when he quaffing doth his entrailes wash T is call'd a bunch a thruft a whiffe a slash And when earousing makes his wits to faile They say he hath a rattlâ— at his taile And when his wits are in the wetting shrunke You may not say hee 's drunke though he be drunke For though he be as drunke as any Rat He hath but catcht a Foxe or whist the Cat. Or some say hee 's bewitcht or scratcht or blinde Which are the fittest termes that I can finde Or seene the Lyons or his nose is dirty Or hee 's pot shaken or out two and thirty And then strange languages comes in his head When he wants English how to goe to bed And though t' were fit the swine should in his stye be He spewes out latine with probibitibi Which is prouide for Tiburne as I take it Or if it be not he may chance to make it Then Irish Shachatwhorum from him flees And halfe dozen welch me Vatawhees Vntill hee falls asleepe he skinks and drinkes And then like to a Bore he winkes and stinkes This Cormorant in one day swallowes more Then my poore Esacus doth in a score For mine but once a day doth take his fill The drunkard night and day doth qâ—asfe and swill Drinke was ordain'd to length mantainting breath And from that liquor Drunkards draw their death Displeasing God the diuell he onely pleases And drinkes with others healths his owne diseases And in the end contempt and shame 's his share The whil'st a Tapster is his onely Heire Thus drinke's a wrastlor that giues many a fall To death to beggery and slauish thrall And drunkennesse a wilfull madnesse is That throwes men to Hels bottomlesse abisse For why where Drunkennesse is mistris these Sobriety can hardly maistry beare And 't is no question but the Land hath down'd More men with drinke then Seas did e're confound Wine is Earth's bloud which from her breast doth spring And well vs'd is a comfortable thing But it abused from it then beginnes Most horrible notorious crying sinnes As Murther Lechery â—orietie Gods wrath damnation in varietie For hoe that is a Drunkard is the summe And abstract of all mischiefes that can come It wafts him soule and body life and limb My Cormorant's a sober beast to him He that perswades a man to steale or lye To sweare or to commit adultery To stab or murther any man that liues Can it be said that hee good counsell giues And hee that tempts and forces men to drinke Perswades a man to damne himselfe I thinke For drunken men haue into dangers run Which being sober they would ne're haue done I take them for no friends that giue me Wine To turne me from a man vnto a swine To make me void of manners sense or reason To abuse God blaspheming odious treason To hurt my soule and body fame and purse To get the diuell and gaine Gods heauy curse Though many take such for their friends to bee I wish them hang'd that are such Friends to mee For greater enemies there cannot dwell In the whole world nor in the bounds of hell Good friendly drinking I account not euill But much carousing which makes man a diuell Wanting the priuiledge that bath a horse And to be vrg'd and fore'd to drinke perforce For why a horse this gouernment hath still Drinkes what he will and not against his will And he that that good rule doth ouer-passe Hath lesse discretion then a Horse or Asse And any â—â—man that doth this temp'rance want Is a worse gluttoa then my Cormorant A prodigall Country Gallant and his new made Maddam THE ARGVMENT Taylors fooles Times bables and prides Apes That as a Squirrell skips from tree to tree So they like Porteus leape from shapes to shapes Like foule swords in giâ—t scabberds be and she Their carkasse pampers goergeously bedect Whil'st their poore starued soules they both neglect NOw steps my young gull-gallant into play Who born to land â—th country scornes to stay To liue by wit thankes Sire he hath no need And if he should be hang'd can scarcely reade Drabs dice and drinke are all his onely ioyes His pockets and his spurs his gingling boyes A squirrels tayle hangs dangling at his eare A badge which many a gull is knowne to weare His eyes rod-blood-shot arguing a sod braine His dam-him voice set to the roaring straine His nose will inlaid with rich jemmes about As from a watch Towre their heads peeping out Attended fitly fitting for the age With two shagg'd Russians and a pyde-coat Page Who breares his boxe and his Tobacco fils With stopper tongs and other vtensils This Fop late buried er'e he came vp hither Hit thrist and 's Father in one graue together His Country stocke he sold for that 's the fashion And to a Farmer gaue it new translation His Fathers seruants he thrust out of doore Allowes his mother but a pension poore Salutes you with an oath at euery word Sirha or slaue he liberall doth affoord His Father a good house-keeper being dead He scornes
since at Tyborne sought a quarrell Epigram 21. OLd Grubsons Sonne a stripling of good age â— will make one laugh to see him and his Page Like to a garded Vichin walkes the streets Looking for reuerence of each one he meets Eagles must honour Owles and Lyons Apes And wise men worship fooles for farre fetcht shapes Epigram 22. GReab Captaine Sharke doth wonderfully muse How he shall spend the day that next ensues There 's no Play to be playd but he hath seene At all the Theaters he oft hath beene And seene the rise of Clownes and fall of Kings Which to his humour no contentment brings And for he scornes to see a Play past twice Hee 'l spend a time with his sweet Cockatrice Epigram 23. A Compleat Gallant that hath gone as farre That with his hands from skyes hath pluckt a star And saw bright Phaebus whoÌ„ he did take Coach And Luna when her throne she did approach And talke with Iupiter and Mercury With Vulcan and the Queene of Lechery And saw the net the stumpfoot Black-smith made Whe ein fell Mars and Venus was betrayd With thousand other sights he saw in skyes Who dares affirme iâ— that this gallant lyes I counsell all that either hate or loue him Rather beleeue him then goe to disproue him Epigram 24. DRusus his portion gallantly hath spent What though He did it to a good intent Vnto a wise man it seemes neuer strange That men should put their money to Exchange Nay then I saw he was a subtile Fox What had he for 't I pray sweet Sir the Poxe I doe not like his bargaine why wherefore His money still wan'd lesse his poxe waxe more He need not now feare wasting of his stocks Spend what he can he nere shall want the Poxe Epigram 25. NEate Master Scape-thrist railes against all ryet Commending much a temperate sparing dyet What though he hath beene prodigall and wilde Those idle fancies now he hath exilde What though he hath beene frequent with excesse Of Dice of Drabs and drowsie Drunkennesse Yet now he 's chang'd Sir he is not the man The case is alter'd now from what 't was than The Prologue of his wealth did teach him spend And 't is the Epilogue that makes him mend Epigram 26. A Greedie Chuffe once being warn'd in poste To make appearance at the Court of Hell Where grifly Pluto hotly rules the roste And being â—ummon'd by the passing Bell. With heapes of gold he would haue bribed Death But he dildaining bribes depriu'd his breath Epigram 27. DOctor Donzago one of wondrous learning And in Astronomy exceeding cunning Of things thats past and coming he 's discerning His mind on Prophesies is euer running Of Comets Meteors Apparitions Of Prodigles and exhalations Of Planets natures and conditions And of the spheares great calculations Yet want of one skill all his cunning smothers Who lyes most with his wife himselfe or others Epigram 28. BRaue Bragadocia whom the world doth threaten Was lately with a Faggot sticke sore beaten Wherefore in kindnesse now my Muse must weepe Because his resolution was asleepe Epigram 29. VVAlking along the streets the other day A ragged Souldier crost me on the way And though my purses lyning was but scant Yet somewhat I bestow'd to ease his want For which he kindly thankt me with his heart And tooke his leaue and friendly we did part When straight mine eyes a Horse Footcloth spy'dâ—â— Vpon whose backe in pompous state did ride One whom I thought was deputie to Ioue Yet not this Souldiers wants could pitty moue But with disdainefull lookes and tearmes of scorne Commands him trauaile whether he was borne 'T will almost make a Puritan to sweare To see an Asses Horse a cloake to weare When Christians must goe naked bare and thin Wanting apparell t'hide their mangled skin Vaine world vnto thy Chaos turne agen Since brutish beasts are more esteem'd then men Epigram 30. LIeutenant Pusse from Cleaueland is return'd Where entring of a breach was sorely burn'd And from reuenge hee 'l neuer be perswaded Till the low Countries he hath quite inuaded When his hot wrath makes Neatherlands to smoke He 's bound for Deepe in France with irefull stroke But haue a care in these hot warres of France Least in a Pockie heat you spoyle your Lance. Epigram 31. A Loue-sicke Wooer would a Sonnet write In praise of her that was his hearts delight'â— Hoping thereby his wished loue to win And to attaine it thus he did begin Seure of the Earth and Empresse my Soule â—Loue and Life that doth my thoughts controule â— Queene of my affections and desire â—â—â—â— to AEâ—na sets my heart on fire â—y Golden Lockes resembling brightest Amber â—â—â—â—it to grace some mighty Monarkes Chamber â—â—â—eyes Eclipsing Tâ—â—â—â— in his rising â—y Face surpassing Natures best deuiung â—y lips euaporates most sweet persumes â—y roice the Musicke of the Spneares astumes â—â—â—on wounds more then Loues shast and Bow â—y red the Rose doth shame thy white the Snow â—â—â— Worlds wonder Natures dearest Iewell â—â—â— not thy vertues with thy beeing cruell â—â—â— that art my Soules adored Saint â—â— â—â—â—etrable to my woes complaint â—â—â— the poore Bull finch spends the day in moanes â—â—â—â—ight he wasts in deepe heart-gnawing groanes â—â—â— most filthy vgly odious Whore â—â— whom he spends his substance and his store â—â—â—sing millions of egregious lyes â—â—rayse his Punckes foule feature to the skyes Epigram 32. â—â—â—ke how yon Lechers legs are worne away â—â—â— With haunting of the Whore-hose euery day â—â—nowes more greasie Panders Bawds and Drabs â—ad eates more Lob sters Articheckâ—â—s and Crabs â—â—w roasted Egges Potatoâ—s Muskadine â—â—â—â—ers and pith that growes â—â—â— Oxes Chine â—ith many Drugs Compounds and Simples store Which makes him haue a stomacke to a Whore â—â— one day hee 'l giue cre when 't is too late â—â—hen he stands begging through an Iron Grate Epigram 33. Light finger'd Francis begging in the Iayle Did chance to see a friend of his passe by â—â—inking his lamentations would preuaile â—ad that some coyne would from his bountie stye These ancient friends one thrall and th' other tree â—â—e hungry lowsie ragged and forlorne The other â—at with prodigality â—akes him this answer mixt with pride and scorne What Franke quoth he art there for â—le Cakes Why how the Dâ—uell comes this lucklesse crosse â—â—â—â—h sir quoth Franke your mastership mistâ—kes â—â—or I am heere for stealing of a Horse â—roth I mistooke indeed and â—o â—â—st thou â—â—at this time I haue no money now Epigram 34. MOunsieur Luxuri hath beene with a Puncke Wherby his worships purse is â—hrodely shtunk And now for penance of his former ryet With good Duke Humfrey he must take his diet Thus with a crâ—â—â—â—â—â—â—â—◠〈…〉 â—â—adge his case 〈…〉 Epigram 35. THere chanstâ—… â—… The â—â—â— an old manâ—… â—… The â—â—â—â— a Poet â—â—â—â—â—â— and 〈…〉 Theâ—â—â— th a Pâ—… Theseâ—… Who shouldâ—… Thâ— old man said that when he was a boy To â—â—â— nine hâ—ndâ—â—edâ—â—â—â—â—
yeares till you are gone And being gone you 'l wealth and honour win Whilst ryot here at home addes sin to sin You God assisting may doe mighty things Make Kings of Captiues and of Captiues Kings Riches and loue those that suruiue shall gaine And Fame and Heauen the Portion of the slaine The wounds and scars more beautifull will make Those that doe weare them for true honours sake Since God then in his loue did preordaine That you should be his Champions to maintaine His quarrell and his causeâ— a fig for foes God being with you how can man oppose Some may obiect Your enemies are store If so your fame and victori'es the more Men doe win honour when they cope with men The Eagle will not tryumph o're a Wren The Lyon with the Mouse will not contend Nor men 'Gainst boyes and women wars will bend But clouds of dust and smoake and bloud and sweat Are the maine meanes that will true honour get Thus to Fames altitude must men aspire By noble actions won through sword and fire By trumpets Clangor drums guns flute of fife For as there is an end to euery life And man well knowes that one day he must end it Let him keep 't well defend and brauely spend it O griefe to see how many stout men lye Halfe rotten in their beds before they dye Some by soule surfets some by odious whoring In misery lye stinking and deploring And e're a lingring death their sad life ends They are most tedious loathsome to their friends Wasting in Physicke which addes woe to griefe That which should yeeld their families reliefe At last when wished death their cares doe cure Their names like to their bodies lye obscure Whereas the Souldier with a Christian brest Wars for his Soueraigues peace and Countries rest He to his Makers will his will inclines And ne're gainst Heauen impatiently repines He to his Sauiour sayes that thou art mine And being thou redeem'st me I am thine That if I liue or dye or dye or liue Blest be thy name whether thou take or giue This resolution pierces heauens high roofe And armes a Souldier more then Cannon proofe Suppose his life ends by some noble wounds His Soule to Heauen from whence it came rebâ—unds Suppose blowne vp with powder vp he flyes Fire his impurity repurifies Suppose a shot pierce through his breast or head He nobly liu'd and nobly he is dead He lyes not bedred stinking nor doth raue Blaspheming against him that should him saue Nor he in Physicke doth consume and spend That which himselfe and others should defend He doth not languish drawing loathsome breath But dyes before his friends doe wish his death And though his earthly part to earth doth passe His fame outweares a Monument of brasse Most worthy Country-men couragious hearts Now is the time now act braue manly parts Remember you are Sonnes vnto such Sires Whose sacred memories the world admires Make your names fearefull to your foes againe Like Talbot to the French or Drake to Spaine Thinke on braue valiant Essex and Mountiâ—y And Sidney that did Englands foes destroy With noble Norris Williams and the Veeres The Grayes the Willing â—biâ—s all peerelesse Peeres And when you thinke what glory they haue won Some worthy actions by you will be done 34. Battels fought in France by Englishmen since the Conquest Henry the sixth Remember Poiâ—tiers Cressy Agincourt With Bullein Turwin Turnyes warlike sport And more our honours higher to aduance Our King of England was crown'd King of France In Paris thus all France we did prouoake T' obey and serue vnder the English yoake In Ireland 18. bloudy fields we fought And that fierce Nation to subiection brought Besides Tyroues rebellion which foule strife Cost England many a pound lost many a life And before we were Scotlands or it ours How often haue we with opposed powers In most vnneighboutly vnfriendly manners With hostile armes displaying bloudy banners With various victories on eyther side Now vp now downe our fortunes haue beene tride What one fight wins the other loosing yeelds In more then sixescore bloudie foughten fields But since that we and they and they and we More neere then brethren now conioyned be Those scattering powers we each gainst other lead Being one knit body to one royall head Then let this Iland East West South and North Ioyntly in these braue warres emblaze out worth And as there was a strife that once befell Twixt men of Iuda and of Israel Contending which should loue King Dauid best And who in him had greatest interest Long may contention onely then be thus Twixt vsand Scotland and twixt them and vs Stil friendly striuing which of vs can be Most true and loyall to his Maiesty This is a strife will please the God of peace And this contending will our loues encrease You hardy Scots remember royall Bruce And what stout Wallace valour did produce The glorious name of Stewards Hamiltons The Erâ—â—kine Mâ—rayes ndâ— he Leuingstons The noble Ramseyes and th' illustrious Hayes The valiant Dowglasses the Grimes and Grayes Great Sir Iames Dowglas a most valiant Knight Lead seauenty battels with victorious fight Not by Lieutenants or by deputation But he in person wan his reputation The Turkes and Sarazens he ouercame Where ending life he purchast end lesse fame And his true noble worth is well deriu'd To worthies of that name that since suruiu'd The praise of Sir Iames Dowglas in the Raigne of King Robert Bruce 1330. In 13. maine battel she ouercame Gods enemies and as last was slaine Then since both Nations did and doe abound With men approu'd and through all lands renown'd Through Europs and through Asia further farre Then is our blest Redeemers Sepulchre Through all the Coasts of tawny Affrica And through the bounds of rich America And as the world our worths acknowledge must Let not our valour sleeping lye and rust â—â— to immortalize our Britaines name Let it from imbers burst into a flame We haue that Land and shape our Elders had Their courages were good can ours be bad Their deeds did manifest their worthy mindes Then how can we degenerate from kindes â—â— former times we were so giuen to warre Witnesse the broyles 'twixt Yorke and Lancaster Hauing no place to sorreigne Foes to goe Amongst our selues we made our selues a Foe Fall threescore yeares with fierce vnkind alarmes Were practis'd fierce vnciuill ciuill armes Whilst fourescore Peeres of the bloud royall dyde With hundred thousands Comâ—oners beside Thus Englishmen to wars did beare good will They would be doing although doing ill And Scotlands Hystorie auoucheth cleare Of many ciuill warres and turmoyles there Rebellion discord rapine and foule spoyle Hath pierc'd the bowels of their Natiue soyle Themselues against themselues Peeres against Peers And kin with kin together by the cares The friend gainst friend each other hath withstood Vnfriendly friends weltering in their bloud Thus we with them and they with vs contending And we our selues
Carists faith did dye together Then Hengist with the Saxons hither came Who many kild with sword and furious flame Besides eleuen hundred Monkes were kild At Bangor Abby all their blouds were spild And when the Saxons race to end was run The Dines came in and all the Kingdome won Before whose Swords did many thousands fall Which on the name of IESVS CHRIST did call Then William Conquerour with a multitude Vnto the Normanâ— voâ—ke this Land subdude The Pope then caus'd all Priests to leaue their wiues To leade soule Sodomiticke single liues Then afterward in second Hearies raigâ—e Was sawcy Sir Saint Thomas Becket slaine A Popish Saint and Martyr made because He dy'd a Traytor to his Soueraignes Lawes King Henry and King Richard dead and gone Their brother Iohn by right ascends the Tâ—â—rone Whom all his life the Pope of Rome did vexe And with oppressions all the Realme perplexe With Candle Booke and Bell he curst and blest And Bals and Legates did the King molest Vntill such time he on his knees fell downe And to the Pope surrendred vp his Crowne At last because he durst the Pope withstand He dyed imposned by a â—â—yers hand When thus by treason they had kild King Iohn Then the third Henrie Englands Crowne put on Then England bought the Râ—mesh doctrine deare It cost her threescore thousand markes a yeare For Agnus Deses Pardons Peter pance For which the Pope had all this coine from hence King Henry dyed then Edward tooke the sway His Sonne and Grandchild England did obay The first of them call'd Long-shanks conquests won Lost by Carnaruan his vnhappy Son Who by his Queene was in a Dungâ—on cast Till being murthered sadly breath'd his last Edward the third a braue victorious King Did Frenchmens pride into subiection bring Kickard the second next to raigne began Who lost more than his Royall Grandsire wan Then gan Iohn Wicklisse boldly to begin To preach gainst Antichrist that man of sin Who many troubles stoutly did abide Yet spight the Pope he naturally dy'de And being dead from out is graue was turn'd And had his Martyr'd bones to ashes burn'd Which ashes they did cast into a Brooke Because he had the Romish Faith for sooke Yet whilst the second Richard here suruiu'd No Martyrs were by fire of lite depriu'd Henry the fourth was in the Throne inuested In whose Reigne many were too much molested And Wiâ—â—â—â— Sautre first his life â—â—â—â—â—â— Through flames of fire who now in heauen doth liue The next Iohn Baâ—â—by in the fuâ—â—â—â— flame And William Tharpe both was immortail fame Then the fifth Henrie a victoriâ—â—â— Prince The Realme of France did â—â— quar and â—â—â— The good Lord Cebâ—â— then O â—â—â—â—â—â— By Popish Priests an Hereticke procâ—aim'd Washang'd and burn'd by the vnit â—tull doome Of Sathans Seruants sleues to Hell and Râ—â—e And leauing some vnnam'd Iohn ' Bâ—owneâ— quâ—re Iohn Beuâ—â—ly a Preacher dyed in â—â—â— B sid s a number from the Leâ—â—rds Towre Rackes tortures halters and the flame deuoure Ioba Huâ— a glorious Martyr of the Lord. Was in Eoheâ—â—â— burned or Gods word And renâ—rend Icrome did to Constance come From Pragae and stoutly suffered Martyrdome In Smith-sield one Iohn Claydon suffered death And with him Richard Turming lost his breath At this time sixeteâ—ne godly folkes in Kent The Antichristian vassals dâ—d torment Then death cut off the fifth King Henries Raigne The Crowne the sixth King Henrie did obrame And William Taylor a true zealous Priest Did passe through fire vnto his Sauiour Christ. Good Richard Houedon with him William White Each vnto God through fire did yeeld his sprite Dâ—ke Humphrey though no Martyr kil'd in 's bed And Richard Wych a Priest was burned dead Then Saint like good King Henry was depos'd By the fourth Edward in the tower inclos'd Then Edward flâ—d and Henry once againe By Warwickes power the Kingdome did obtaine Thds did the various slate of humane things Make Kings of Capriues and of Captiues Kings Vntill at last King Edward turning backe Brought Henries royalty to finall wracke In whose Raigne Iohn Goâ—se as the story saith Was the first Martyr burned for Christs faith King Henry in the Tower was ab'd to death And Edward yeelded vp his hie and breath His Sonne young Edward of that name the sift Whom the third Richard from his life did lift VVho by foule murthers â—loud and tyranny Vsurpt the Throne of Englands Monarchy Till valiant Henry of that name the seuen Kild him and made vncuâ—n England euen Then first Ioane Beughâ—on and a man call'd Babramâ— By faith through fire went to old Father Abram An Old man was in Smithfield burnt because He did resist against the Roman Lawes One Ierom hang'd and burned on the Gallowes In Florence with two otâ—er of his fâ—llowes And William Tiliesworth Thomas Bernard and Iames Morton cause they did the Pope withstand Burn'd all and Father Rogers and old Reine Did dye by fire a better life to gaine One Thomas Nouice and one Thomas Chase Dy'd constant Martyrs by the Heauenly Grace A woman and a man call'd Laurence Guest By Deah gain'd euerlasting life and rest Besides a number past mans reckoning vp For IESVS sake dranke of afflictions cup. Some carried faggots through a world of mocks Some rack'd some pinde some fettered in the stocks Some naked stript and scourged with a lash For their reiecting of their Romish trash Some branded in the cheeke did alwayes beare The marke and badge of their Redeemer deare Thus the insulting tyrannizing Pope With cursings tortures fire and sword and rope Did force the Soules and Consciences of men To run dispairing to damnations Den And those who valiantly his power withstood Did seale their resolution with their bloud Before his triple treble trouble Crowne In adoration Emperours must fall downe Were they as high as any Caesar borne To kisse his feet they must not hold it scorne Henry the sixth the Emperour did fall downe Whom with his Feet Pope Celestine did Crowne Henry the fourth his Empresse and his young Son All three to Rome did barefoot goe and run And three dayes so these three did all attend His holinesse a godlesse eare to lend Which afterward was granted on condition That he should giue his Crowne vp in submission Pandulphus the Popes Legate with a frowne Did make King Iohn of England yeeld his Crowne King Henry of that as me the second he Kneel'd downe and kist the Romish Legats knee The Emperour when Pope Adrian was to ride Did hold his stirrop on the neere wrong side For which his Holinesse in angry sort Disdainfully did checke the Emperour for 't When as the Pope doth ride in Cope of gold Kings like to foot-men must his bridle hold In pompe he must bee borne vpon mens shoulders With glorious shew amazing the beholders Whilst Kings and Princes must before him goe To vsher him in this vaine-glorious show This being true as no man can deny Those that will