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A58778	The poems of Ben. Johnson, Junior being a miscelanie of seriousness, wit, mirth, and mysterie in [brace] Vulpone, The dream, Iter bevoriale, Songs, &c. / composed by W.S., Gent.	W. S.; Johnson, Ben, Junior.	1672 (1672)	Wing S203; ESTC R37195	39,315	120

panting heart It made the world e're time and world began And for mans sake this word became God-man But they O grand mistake knowing no better Confine the unconfined to the letter A noval-paper deity compounding The spirit with the written word confounding Their Sun is set thick darkness doth invade In stead of light they dally in the shade Aesops devouring dog a greedy glutton Diving to catch the shadow lost the mutton Some Dina or Diana is the cause Of all our woes the breach of natures laws With an Acheldema of crimson blood For trifling toys not rightly understood True knowledge clouded with Egyptian blindness All amity confounded with unkindness The law of love the livery and token Of Christs disciples by division broken This is great Babel mother of delusion Strumpet of Strumpets city of confusion No peace no truth where Jezabel doth reign My hopes were dead my heart was almost slain Sighing to see how all things did deceive me Is this great world too narrow to receive me What hideous deluge doth o'rewhelm thy face That the poor Dove can find no resting place A friend an Vnicorn not to be found When instantly turning my body round A man more then a man a God did meet me With kind imbraces thus began to greet me Through bogs and briers wading in distress Why dost thou wander in this wilderness When thou thy part hast acted on the stage Poor Pilgrim thou must quit thy pilgrimage Time with his Sickle these false joys will sever And when you parted are you part for ever Wean thy bewitched Soul whilst thou hast breath Know this there 's no returning after death These short-liv'd transitory joys ride double Delight with sorrow mixt pleasure and trouble Repentant tears of mourning after gladness A showr of comfort interlin'd with madness Look up to him whose love is still descending Whose greatness no beginning hath nor ending Enter sweet Paradice with Angels singing Swim in the Fountain that is always springing The glories of the world perish in tasting Imbrace those pleasures that are everlasting Follow my counsel if thou wouldst have rest I 'le lead thee where the Doves do build their Nest VVhere thou shalt feast in fulness all the day A lamb among the lambs frolick and play Thou sow'st in fears and tears hoping to find All that thou reapest here is froth and wind Hadst thou the whole world 'T is a little spot Fond fool thy native countrey this is not This Fabrick is a cottage of small price My heart 's thy pallace and thy paradice His breath was sweet it sounded in mine ears More pleasant then the musick of the Spheres Which gently blowing like a whisper came To kindle up loves fire into a flame Excellent consort by whose charming tone Our nature with his nature is made one Silencing man makes him for ever mute Jesus the Lutanist Christus the Lute Christus the Lute the instrument of Jesus On whom he playes what melody he pleases Jesus Jehovah is the grand Creator Jesus in Christo the Regenerator Healer of Nations good Samaritan The Son of God is now the son of man The mystery of mysteries indeed The blessed Sower is himself the seed The spirit by his overshadowing powers Doth breath his flaming heart of love in ours Duality confounded in this union Where heaven and earth do meet in full communion Ravish'd with wonder I did kiss his feet In whom all that is excellent doth meet The lustre of his beauty all-divine Speeds through my veins and made my face to shine I fix'd mine eye upon his face that shone But O! upon a sudden he was gone I turn'd me round about if I could see The footsteps of my love where he should be My Love my Dove my Joy my sole delight What Cherubin hath snatch'd him from my sight O where is my beloved is he fled Dwells he among the living or the dead I 'le search the graves perhaps death hath inrol'd him The marble Sepulcher could not hold him I 'le climb the clifts for him that is my crown His power that made can pull the mountains down I 'le scale the walls of heaven but I will gain him Fond fool the heaven of heavens cannot contain him I mount the rocks ' gainst which the North-wind rages They answer me he is the rock of ages I travail to the Woods is my Love here Eccho did answer he lives every where To the starry region then I take my flight He is the luminous center of all light Whose glorious beams continually do pierce Through all the body of the Vniverse Mans soul 's a sparkle of this light divine Inlightned Souls do all the stars outshine Whose radiance here hath not his full disclosing Eclipsed by the bodies interposing Thence to the springs that Issue from the mountains Thy lover is the Fountain of all Fountains His bosome is a hill whiter then Snow Whence water of eternal life doth flow Convey'd by power through secret unknown allyes Descendeth down to bless the humble vallyes It is not drain'd by drawing but runs quicker The thirsty Soul tasting this heavenly liquor Drinks liberal draughts greedily pouring in Accounts sobriety the greatest sin I sound the rivers but they answer all He is the Sea wherein all rivers fall That bounteous boundless bottomless abyss Where little streams are swallowed up in bliss From this Apollo man's a sparkling beam From this great Ocean a derived stream Springs Rivers Brooks by heavens distilling rain United into one great Sea again True love is not a quainted with pale sear Armed with courage to imbrace my Dear Unto the Lyons den I boldly came The Lyon rampant was an humble Lambe Here in this Wilderness I am a King When I do roar I make the Forrest ring The Elephant his fear cannot dissemble I make the Leopard and the Tyger tremble But I my self am couchant and do fall Before his presence who is King of all Among the homely Shepherds then I stear Such as King David and the Patriarchs were Saw you my royal Prince fond Soul quoth they Who trust in man are sure to loose the way We are lambs as thou art Sheep of his dear fold In the number of his little ones inrol'd Close by the river in fair flowry Meadows And Mountains alwayes green he gently leads us 'T is true we spring from his immortal line But he that is our Pastor now is thine In his great power and glory we do swim Our harps and hearts are tuned all by him We are his instruments his choice delights We are the Song which he himself indites With his own hand he toucheth all the strings 'T is one that plays 't is one alone that sings We are his written word he the Inditer Look not upon the writing but the Writer Enquire of him alone on yonder rock He sweetly pipeth to his fleecy flock Go to him boldly man thou needst not doubt him His pretty lambs are dancing round about

THE POEMS OF Ben. Johnson JVNIOR Being A Miscelanie of Seriousness Wit Mirth and Mysterie In VULPONE The DREAM ITER BEVORIALE SONGS c. Composed by W. S. Gent. Parce vatem sceleris damnare London Printed for Tho. Passenger at the three Bibles about the middle of London Bridge 1672. To the Right Honourable John Earl of Rutland and his Honourable Son the Lord Ross LEt Virgil and wise Homer crown'd with Bays Instruct my Pen to sing great Rutland's praise Skie-mounting Belvoir my Pernassus be Wh●re Bounty Plenty noble Charity Erect their throne where the fair Heavens adjoin A Mannor and a Mountegue divine To the Right Honourable Walter Lord Aston ASton a Stone cut from the marble Quar Fram'd to out-live the flames of civil war With all the bounties of the heavens befriended Nineteen brave Knights two princely Lords descended From this great Stem laden with Honours spoil That now o'respreads Great Brittains fruitful Isle Tixal the Fountain whence these Heroes flow Where Hospitality and Bounty grow Here Corydon doth act a pleasant Scean While his swift grinders sweep the Table clean Here I my noble Ancestors of old Tracing the steps of Charity behold By Loves fair hand to mine own Cradle led Aston and Lucy joyned in one Bed To all the ancient Family of the Lucyes and to all their Honourable Extractions Luci quasi Luxi LUcy bright morning-star pure light divine Drawn from the Roman and the Norman line In every Revolution still the same Their Countreys Honour a●d transcendent flame From this clear Spring I am a little Stream From this Apollo a derived beam Ingratitude unto that Root and Ground That noble Being I my Being found Lamp of their Countrey to their endless praise I dedicate these soft and humble Layes THE CONTENTS In Vulpone A Fri●r Vulpone's School-master His Pedigree Mahomet Vulpone's Coat of Arms. His Friends Usurers Vulpone's Apologie c. In the Dream Dreams The Court of Spain The Inquisition London Lawyers Opinionists The Rich. The Poor The University Miscellanies Iter Bevoriale False and true Love Egypt and the Brick-makers there The Wilderness Death On the Royal Soveraign A Poetical Strain Two Poetical Epistles A cold Journey Upon my Return hence A Dialogue The Drainers are up ●uch a Rogue 's a Roundhead A Catholick Hymn A Hymn of Love An Epitaph Hymn The Angels Entertainment Hymnus in eandem A Song of Hospitality Self A Littany A Soveraign Receipt Dysticks THE POEMS OF BEN. JOHNSON Junior VULPONE AQuarius eb'd and Pisces caught i' th' wile The Ram skips in when Thalia deignes to smile Sol courts his Mistriss gives her a green gown I 'm crown'd with joy and tripping ore the Down I chanc'd to pass by a fair chrystal flood Whose nearest neighbour was an o'regrown wood The little bubbling purling Fountains springing The Nightingale on ev'ry bow sat singing The Fields the Flowers the Fruit so freely budding Without all care I stumbled on a sudden Upon the Foxes hole Reynard quoth I Why art thou banish't from society This solitary melancholy Cave Looks like some desperate dungeon or a grave Thy sentence is severe what no reprieve Must thou lye bury'd and intomb'd alive The goodwives call thee trecherous and sullen A greedy dog for killing all their pullen The Shepheards too such loud complaints do bring Make ev'ry corner of the Downs to ring The bloody slaughter of the harmless Sheep Like a sly curr when Shepherds are asleep The cruel murder of the pretty Lambs Slain on a heap together with their damms Reynard to me his gentle paw did reach And in smooth language thus began to preach Many blind souls who cannot read their Psalter Are too too bold and busie with the Altar Let no man put his finger in the fire I by profession am a reverend Fryer Our order 'bove all earthly power was ranged Equal with Angels but those times are changed A dismal cloud hath shaded all our mirth We now are call'd the Locusts of the earth By Schismaticks who having lost the way In a wild labyrinth of error stray It was a golden age when we did handle Th' affrighted world with our Bell Book and Candle Lords of the World Mens Consciences to boote We made great Kings humbly to kiss our foot We then were Emperors of all mens treasures My brother Wolf and I did fare like Coesars Our bellies strutting nothing could we lack The full cram'd dishes made the Table crack Gammons of Bacon Brawn and what was chief King in all feasts a tall Sir Loyne of Beef Fat Venison Pasties smoaking 't is no fable Swans in their broath came swimming to the Table Partridges Pigeon Plover and the Hen With all her broods would it were there agen My sides were wondrous plump and in good plight I had no cause to range abroad by night Feasted with delicates beyond all measure Our golden path was Pav'd with ease and pleasure The highway Huckster he delights in pillage The Gypsie swaggers in a Country Village The beggar under ev'ry bush doth feast But of all lives the Monk's life is the best The world in pure devotion was so holy While we fed fat and laughed at their folly The pretty Nuns and we agree so well Whom we did pardon whatsoe'er befell We put the fair side outward what was foul Was closely hidden underneath our Cowl None in the Pulpet could become a lye With face more bold and confident than I. Such melting words that made the women weep Into the closet of their souls I creep The men from home and dreaming of no harm I kiss their wives and keep their places warm I led the fools in such a stupid blindness At their return they thank me for my kindness The world was fast asleep and did not mind me Where e're I came I left my spawn behind me Like Bulls reserv'd for breed from our fair Abbyes We fill all countryes with our lusty Babyes Hence in their mouthes this Proverb all men gather 'T is a wise child that knoweth his own Father But I must now in deep contrition mourn Fasting and praying for the swift return I lay my bones upon this rocky hill Besides the Lents I keep against my will Since Abby's were dissolv'd which I condole I hid mine head e'er since in this dark hole In this poor Hermitage my vows to pay In deep devotion I consume the day Shunning all company by Heavens direction I keep my self untainted from infection In meditation on my own thoughts feeding Least they should spoil my manners and my breeding I contemplate and study in my mind Where I at night some pleasant bit may find Self preservation is a general rule I suckt this lesson from dame nature's School My Occupation which some thiev'ry call I learnt of man the greatest thief of all By him I was instructed to indite Man is my copy what he writes I write Look on my Book I 'm sure I do not miss Compare them well my letters are like

him Dancing for joy there 's nothing now can fear them The greedy Wolf and Fox cannot come near them The bearded Goats apart from him do stand The little Lambs he feeds with his own hand In his warm tender bosome they are nurst With his heart-blood he satisfies their thirst To pay their debts upon the Cross he hung Good Pellican that bleeds to feed his young TRANSPORT My soul mad drunk with love that still did mi●… him Among the Doves I cannot choose but find him Drest in the flames of love saw you my Dear One milk-white Dove did whisper in mine ear Behold in yonder flourishing Grove of Mirtles Thy Lover sits the King of all the Turtles His mate so constant that he doth not doubt her His love so great he cannot live without her He courts and to be courted she is willing Musick of hearts whose melody is billing In an eternal knot espous'd they be He full of love a modest Virgin she His love eternal is and hath no date He is thy Turtle and thou art his Mate Father of Spirits Angels and the rest Bright flame of love within Jehovahs brest Upon the day of Penticost he came With cloven tongues and in a fiery flame This spreading fire from East to West was hurl'd Whose holy sparks did kindle all the world Till Antichrist did poyson this pure life And quench this heavenly fire with floods of strife But now he 's come the second time whose breath Will plague the Beast and whip the Whore to death Unto the sturdy Plowman then I pass Such as of old the Prophet Amos was Rid my Love this way on his milk white Steed Amos reply'd thy Lover is the Seed He sows himself into thy fruitful mind That at the Harvest he himself may find There 's nothing but himself that he doth save All but himself lyes rotting in the Grave The perfect new man which from heaven descended Returns when this frail mortal life is ended Thy Soul 's the Land where he himself doth sow The Spirits holy breath makes it to grow Refreshed by the heavens distilling rain It multiplies into a field of grain All flowers of Paradice grow to delight 'um Grace after grace springs up ad infinitum Inquiring of the Shrubs who weep and mourn Hanging their heads this answer they return By resignation and humilitie A little Plant becomes a stately Tree All look on Trees that on the Mountains grow But those are safest that are plac'd below Jehovah's thunder doth not overtake them The wildest Hurricano cannot shake them They flourish like the Lillies without care He is their life and they his being are I march among the Rich hoping to find him Voluptuous pomp gave them no time to mind him Ratling of Coaches in their brain did rout them A train of Sycophants plac'd round about them Whose soothing language lavishly did measure Their Summum bonum to consist in pleasure The world 's a Hogstye O that word hereafter Where men like Swine are fatted for the slaughter I row my Boat unto the ragged shoar To the despised rich contented poor Who in the heavens have laid up all their treasure Where they have riches without end or measure Where rests my love when Sol at noon is riding Upon his flaming Steeds where 's his abiding He dwelleth in the low and humble mind That prostrate lyes before his feet resign'd Such simple innocence without all skill Like new-born babes that know no good nor ill Poor naked nothings numbred with the dead Have sold their ornaments for heavenly bread Whose souls are purifyed from filthy mire By passing through the Purgatorian fire A noble battail ' gainst themselves proclaim'd Their passions and affections wholly tam'd Great Alexander with his noble crew Conquering the world the world could not subdue Another Empire large he had to win To tame that little world that was within We that are crown'd with double victory In these poor Coats are greater Kings than he To the Vniversity I set my face Among the Rabbies of that reverend place I hunted out the chief for fame reputed And unexpectedly I was saluted By one whose beard was snow whose face was frost Train'd in the noble School of Penticost In Christ-church Colledge a resplendent light And by degree a learned Jesuite Chief of that Order with all knowledge blest Skil'd in the heavenly Magick of the east 'T was one of those brave Magi that from far Did visit Jesus guided by a Star Offering rich presents Frankincense and Spice To offer me his councel was not nice And that he might my lawful audience win He kist me thrice and thus he did begin What vanity on childish arts to look And leave unstudied thine own learned book Thy book hath but three leaves leaves that are few The wisdom great all that all worlds can shew Thy Soul 's that noble book wherein doth lye Heaven hell and earth time and Eternity He that can read this book he must inherit The wisdom of the Father Son and Spirit This book hath long been claps'd and clos'd within Seal'd and shut up by th' angry Cherubin In heaven and earth none worthy none was fit But the dear Lamb God's heart to open it To keep it lockt the anger did decree Love did unseal the book and set it free A Library of books in this book find Printed and fairly written in thy mind Whose lines are gold indited by the Dove Whose letters are the sparkling flames of love Teipsum nosce leave their tittle tattle And then thou knowest more then Aristotle Study thy self if thou wouldst knowledge win Faith will unlock the golden gate within Let wisdome bridle passions in the Soul Good Servants but ill Lords if they controul Hell lies in wait to crucify thy lover Heaven with it's Angels at thy door doth hover Seraphick Angels with immortal power Thy Guardian strength attend thee every hour Vain roving thoughts Moss troopers do way lay thee With their hail Master kiss thee to betray thee Thought follows thought as wave on waves do roul And all to steal away the wandring Soul Like thieving Pickaroons in Neptunes hall They sail about thy brain to plunder all If they once bring thine heart unto their shoar Poor Gally-slave they 'l chain thee to the Oar O keep thine heart intire for him alone Who rules the heavens makes thy heart his throne This lower world is a deceitful cage Where mortals act their part as on a stage Some march into the field and some retreat Disguis'd like Maskers all is but a cheat Play how you please when you have thrown your cast Death comes and sweeps away the stake at last Look not so big thy life is but a span 'T is a wise part to act the honest man For toys thy future bliss do not destroy Prepare thy mind for that sweet land of joy Where all things do in equal temper grow Nor hot nor cold with you it is not so The torrid

's resignation In Isaac's line a crown to ev'ry nation The blessing fix'd in ev'ry revolution Though Solomons Temple had its dissolution All outward glories are ecclips'd and gone The King of Kings call's for the heart alone He is he was before the world begun All things do praise his name why should not man Uncomprehended all things comprehending His glory no beginning hath nor ending The Angels sing inspir'd with heavenly flame All glory glory glory to his name Spirits of just men in a holy dance Lift up their hands for their deliverance Rejoycing that the tree which knowledge bore Blasted in their fair garden grows no more Torn by the root with all its bastard race The tree of Life replanted in the place The Nightingal in warbling roundelaies Doth make the Vallies eccho forth his praise The little Lark mounts up with soaring wing As he wo'd teach the Cherubins to sing About Religion they are not at odds But sing as merrily as the old Gods The little worms which on the earth do crawl Boldly intitle him their all in all All disagreeing forms in this agreeing He is he was the being of all beings And thou with cheerfull heart chant forth his praise Although thy pen cannot deserve the bays Keep on that humble pace thou hast begun Untill thy glass it 's utmost Sand hath run Enough was said to satisfie my mind I could not see for Love had made me blind Love hath no ears nor eyes I call I cry Give me my Love again for whom I die Let Cupids army all their forces joyn Angels to boot no Love was e're like mine Bring Damons Love to Pithias on the stage Who fear'd not death nor Dyonisiu's rage Set Davids love to his dear Jonathan Bring all the love of all men into one Bring womans too whose quick mild sparkling beams Makes them most excellent in both extreams Yet mine excells exceeds them all as far As great Apollo doth the meanest star The Vsurer Italian-like in 's brest Locks his dear Dallila in his dark chest The love to woman doth with beauty die If Vertues chain be not the sacred tie But mine that cannot perish in the tasting Is like the noble object everlasting A love unmeasurable and unbounded Where firm Foundation cannot be confounded Why then mine only joy dost thou remove From him that hath no life but in thy love The very earth where thou thy foot dost set Doth smell more sweet than Rose or Violet My happiness my dear delight is lost He 's gone to heaven and thither will I post If any Spirit in my way shall stand Angels Arch-angels are at my command Faith joyn'd with love controuleth the abyss And forceth entrance where no entrance is It batters walls and breaks down ev'ry fence For heaven it self is won by violence It charms the Lyons heart with sacred Spell They have no power to touch a Daniel Subdueth Tyrants and their armed band Walks on the Sea as if it were dry land It cuts a passage through the watry Stream And raiseth Laz'rus from his drouzy dream The walls of Jericho it doth deflowr It stormeth hell and conquers heaven with power Commandeth trembling Devils to retreat Removeth lofty mountains from their Seat It bids one Sea divide it self in two What thing so difficult Faith cannot do Our Souls are tinder burning in desire Faith is the flint that striketh up the fire Which being kindled by the gentle Lamb The Spirit blows and turns it all to flame My dear and only jewel do not fly me Arm'd with this faith thy power can't deny me It is decreed though thousand deaths I die Nothing shall seperate my Love and I Through Daniels furnace and the flames of hell I 'le pass to find where my dear Love doth dwell Let hell heap all her fire fuell on fuell Nor heaven nor hell shall rob me of my jewell Though all created things should strive to thwart us Devils nor men nor Angels shall not part us With him for ever I 'm resolv'd to dwell Without whose presence heaven it self were hell O what were Paradice if we could win it Heaven is not heaven and my sweet Lord not in it That heaven is heaven where all delights do grow It is the smiling eye that makes it so His frown 's the house of torment and of night 'T is paradice to be his Favourite My Soul 's a prisoner none but love can bail her Give me that Prison where love is the Gaoler Hearing my cries and into pitty breaking He was within me while I was thus speaking Words that did love and pitty both provoke them Though I was ignorant 't was he that spoke them He toucht mine heart but I had lost my feeling He like the rock did stand but I was reeling With amorous wine mad drunk my heart lay panting Something I wanted knew not what was wanting I sought in forrain countreys every way For that rich pearl which in my bosome lay Through Asia Europe Affrica I roam Hunting abroad my Jewell was at home He present was his presence unrevealed He stood before me but mine eyes were sealed His seeming distance was a piercing dart Though he was never absent from my heart He alwayes lodged in mine heart I see 'T was my beloved was that faith in me I knock at heavens bright gate my way was blocedk It was not I but he in me that knocked Who like a wanton lamb or skipping Hind In jollity was sporting in my mind With holy violence the door flew open The brazen locks all bolts and bars were broken Enter the Royal Fort which thou hast gained Fountain of wisdom holy love unstained Take up thy lodging in my smiling eye Wherein unknown unmeasured treasures lye With keenest arrow draw thy bended bow But when thou aim'st aim not at things below Thou shoot'st at such a mark that will deceive thee When storms arise these treacherous friends will leave thee They fleet flutter like the air that 's ranging All Sublunaries subject are to changing The Stars and Plannets like the giddy Ocean Wander uncertainly with wanton motion This day as their aspects would never fade Before the next morn they run retrograde If Jupiter the knot of love doth tye Saturn and Mars dissolve the harmony Hath Venus a fine web of friendship spun Mercury ravells all that she hath done Though Sol be hot Luna is wondrous cold Fresh youthful amities on earth grow old Art thou infected with some strong disease Why dost thou run unto the Stars for ease How can thy Soul be cur'd with poisonous plaisters These are thy Servants make them not thy Masters Their whirling wheel is alwayes running round Build not thy hope on such uncertain ground Though by thy fall thou art of low degree I 'le mount thee to a throne and marry thee That I am Lord all creatures they shall know I made thee King Vicegerent here below By disobedience thou didst forfeit all I 'le make thee greater