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A86166 Clarastella together with poems occasional, elegies, epigrams, satyrs. / By Robert Heath, Esquire. Heath, Robert, fl. 1636-1659. 1650 (1650) Wing H1340A; Thomason E1364_1; ESTC R202387 74,802 191

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know Whether the world in ninty seav'n or no As Hoord affirms shal be dissolv'd for this More fit and to be known more easie is My husband 's now about some land to buy And I 'd not have him throw 't away said she By no means let him do 't said Sarah no But rather in Reversion let him ' stow His money at that fatal period when The world for certein must dissolve for then Th' earth for a thousand years shal leased be To us the Saints for little saied She To quit this was a learned Quaere made By a thin antiquated Chambermaid Run mad with reading Dod and Broughton where She scruples whether Aarons Ephod were Of the skie colour or seawater green The dyers all of Amsterdam have been Long in dispute about the question Next the point of Praedestination Was startled to perplex the more in haste From this to Freewil these Heav'n drivers past And Squirrel-like as nimbly leapt from this As o'r one bog to another wild Irish Like th' dogs that lapt at Nilus seav'nfold stream They lick the flouds now they have troubled them Or as young Scepticks in Philosophie From Air to Water Fire to Earth wil flie Peripateticks in Divinitie O'r all its Elements thus they likewise hie As nimbly with their tongues as standing stil O'r th' world a man in a map travel wil With 's eie in one short minute yet not know Where the Moguls rich country stands or how His own is rul'd In every doubt at last All unresolv'd each to their homes do haste With their boss'd Bibles truss'd beneath their arms Thumb'd in the Revelation and the Psalms Bodie O death who should they meet at door But Grace the waiting maid that saltchin'd whore Who before she the Paedagogue had wed Took all preventives and when e'r she sped Toucht Sowbread Gladdon us'd and Savin food To slink her spurious and abortive brood Procur'd for her dear Madams daughters taught Them to leap oft soon as their wembs were fraught Yet with her cloak as holy face now wears Where little hair much Sanctitie appears Lord how she sighs in direful accents that Private affairs had made her come so late What matter i st How d'ee her quondam friend Her Ladies gentle Go-before doth find Her there renews acquaintance and thence brings Her to his Laundresse private house and flings Her down on the refreshing mat the bed Being ta'ne away and nothing but the sted There lest to hold the sport up since the poor Old Bawd her bedcloaths found too fast were wore Each met their comforters before they went To their tup Cuckolds so the day was spent But I am no Sir Pandarus of Troy To sent each City stop or close dequoy I am no Pimp or Constable if more Sinners you 'd find search Bridewel there be store Who though they been't all sanctifi'd alike Yet are as right for the cause Catholick SATYR 3. The Argument The formal breeding of an heire I' th' City is described here Where the more formal States-man his Admired creature pourtraid is MAn is a laughing Creature who in this And a soul rational distinguisht is From brutish beasts yet even they not have Like use of Reason seem they wise or grave Follies in them pitty or laughter move In men of wiser judgement to reprove Whose open Errours with as publike smiles Is best for silent pitty but beguiles And hardens follie by connivance we By precept and example taught must be Yet both are scarce enough to instruct or wean Some from the Simples which they first suckt in With their flit nurses milk for sure it is Midwives and Nurses make men fools or wise Why should not Cosmus els that City heir Whose education was the onely care Of his indulgent parents wiser prove For see how like a Puppet he doth move Or Quarter-striker turns upon his toe As in a frame when he saluteth you Good manners are not bought at th' change or Schools Art's Nature servant Fools wil stil be fools Yet wasters could he manage for Pruans wel At Islington on Sundayes and to tel You truth had learnt to dance but that his ear And he both so inapprehensive were But he is rich hath fin'd for Sheriff twice And wears good cloathes yet out of them or his Mean rabscab companie looks like what he was First born and bred that is a precious Asse So there 's a river in Boetia Wherein the fishes shine like gold they say But taken thence look but as other frie The City seldome breeds Gentilitie Til three or four discents No Oake can be Upon a Peartree graft so contrarie And wide their Natures are But see his friend Whom he so often walks with to Mile-end The Fencer Peregrin that brags he can Kil at Duello more than any man Has rules to print the flesh as the Stoccata Passada Punto and the Imbroccata With more Italian postures by a groom Yet was disarm'd beat and kickt out o' th' room The other Morn at th' Trumpet could not skil Guard him from such a sawcie foot as wel Hang 't this is horse-play saies he oh the sence Of discreet manhood valiant patience Thus men discover'd are by th' companie They keep and throughly known els why wou'd he Delight in Dabcok that Town-gul whose nose And face are as ridiculous as cloathes Marrie to laugh at that himself might bee Thought wiser though God knows but one degree As ugly Ladies waiting faces get More ugly them the better off to set Many o' th' City have such properties To worship them and with forc't laughter please For is 't not brave to be the best i' th' room Pay all have all respect and after come To be admir'd by Squndrels Formal I Am most incens'd with yet whose gravity Outweighs all other parts his speech is cream Starcht as his beard takes his hat off by th' brim Methodically 'twixt two fingers while His face of Essayes seldom deigns to smile Like one i' th' Isle of eggs he nicely walks Affects strange sawces like a Sophister talks Respects none that wear worser cloathes than he And thinks himself the rare Academie More proud of 's little wit neat hose than e'r Incaeptor was of 's gown the first whole year Loves to be eied yet looks nor drinks below The salt seems gravely wise is nothing so How practis'd is this policie for most men Study more how to seem judicious than To be so herein whilst their best wisdome lies To hide their follies in Scholastick guise This is a fit companion Cosmus wear This Bristol Diamond in thy copper ear 'Fore him that young proud Statist I must hate Whose face is all Mosaick intricate And ful of artificial gravitie Talks to himself where e'r he goes with eie By speculation downward fixt though he Looks higher than his foretop hopes to be O' th' Privie Councel and wil whispring tel News known as doubtful as an Oracle This is that other earwig crept into Cosmus
after many yawns and feined shows Of a transported mind at last the Elf Delivers nonsence like the mouth of Delph Leave leave thou russet Rabbi leave for shame And do not thus abuse that holy name And function of a Preacher drive agen Currie thy horses and not Christian men Else prophane huckster with thy whip thou maist E'r long be scourg'd and forth the Temple cast On the unusual cold and rainie weather in the Summer 1648. WHy puts our Grandame Nature on Her winter coat e'r summers done What hath she got an ague fit And thinks to make us hov'ring sit Over her lazie Embers else why should Old Hyems freeze our vernal bloud Or as we each day grow older Doth the world wax wan and colder 'T is so See how nakt Charitie Sterves in this frozen age whilst we Have no other heat but glow-worm zeal Whose warmth we see but cannot feel All chang'd are Ceres golden hairs To clouded grey and nought appears In Flora's dresse our hopes do die And o th' sudden blasted lie Heav'ns glorious lamps do wast away The Elements themselves decay And the mixt bodies mutinie By a rebellious sympathie Whilst the distemper'd world grows pale And sickning threatens death to all So in an instant waters swept The old worlds monsters whilst they wept It's funeral but the new world's sins Are so deep di'd no floud can rinse Nothing but lightning and Heav'ns fire Can purge our pestilential aire Farewel to passionate Love FArewel fond Love I 'l never bow Slave like unto my fetters I Fair Sex I 'l not adore you now Yet love you as my libertie Love grown adust with Melancholy To madness turns or extream folly About and with your fires I 'l play But with as loose and gentle touch As boys from hand to hand toss away Live coals lest they should burn too much Too ne'r his heart who lets love come Suffers a wilful Martyrdome Stout Souldiers in an Enemies land March not too far sans fear or wit E'r they resolve or to withstand Or wisely make a safe retreat Bodies when joyn'd engaged are Piqueering's better sport by far The Excuse To the Ladie E. B. YOur lovely fair did first invite Me to that strange demand Your wanton eie big with delight Made me to understand You pleasant as your looks where every glance Did raise and court my warm bloud to advance Then blame not me for loving you Who if alow'd would not do so Henceforth I 'l sit demure by you Nor speak when you w'ud hear Just as I w'ud your picture view Behold you and admire For if I speak you prompt my tongue with love And 'cause I tel 't you you unkind reprove Then blame not me for saying so Since 't was your beauty bid me woe Equalitie To two fair Mistresses SHal I freize between two fires Or doth a numness ceaze on me Each star inflames me with desires Yet which to chuse I cannot see Since reason admires equally Then give me both For faith and troth I should be loath Each should not pleased be Or you who so perfect are That nature hath her self outdone In making you bright lights so fair Rule by your turns that so each one May cool the heat o th' to'other Sun And Love me both For faith and troth I should be loath Each should not pleased be To a friend Ode AFfect not aierie Popularitie But what thou wouldst be thought that strive to be Praise is but Virtues shadow who court her Doth more the handmaid then the Dame admire Who only doth wel wel spoke of to bee Studies the praise and not the virtue he To blaze thy virtues ne'r bespeak thy friend If good they speak thee and themselves commend Now men but judge by heare-say thus they 'l know And see thy worth and judge it greater too True worth is best displaid by modestie The greatest rivers slide most silentlie Only the shallow brooks do prattle they Make a great noise and go but little way Fame that doth feed o th' vaine applause of men Gapes to its Eccho to be heard agen And like this lives awhile by others breath Which being stopt is husht to silent death Good actions crown themselves with lasting baies Who deserves wel needs not anothers praise Virtue 's her own reward though Eug● none Wil cry 't is Guerdon yet to have wel done A sudden Phansie at Midnight HOw i st we are thus melancholie what Are our rich ferkins out or rather that Which did inspire them the Immortal wine That did create us like it self divine Or are we Nectar-sated to the hight Or do we droop under the aged night If so weelvote it ne'r to be eleven Rather then ●●us to part at six and seaven Moult then thy speedy wings old Time and be As slow-pac't as becomes thy age that we May chirp awhile and when we take our ease Then flie and poast as nimbly as you please Play the good fellow with us and sit down A while that we may drink the to'ther round I 'l promise here is none shal thee misuse Or pluck thee by the foretop in abuse Time saies he wil nor can he stay 'cause he Thinks him too grave for your young companie It makes no matter Sirs How say you yet toth'tother Subsidie Yes yes And let our Ganymede nimbly flie And fil us of the same Poetick sherrie Ben-Iohnson us'd to quaffe to make him merrie Such as would make the grey-beard botles talk Had they but tongues or had they legs to walk Such as would make Apollo smile or wu'd Draw all the Sisters to our Brotherhood And though the bald Fool staies not let him know Wee l sit and drink as fast as he shal go So as the salt Anchovis swam in oyl Wee 'l make them swim again in sacks sweet spoil On a Map of the World accidentally faln into the water and spoiled THe world drown'd once agen sure holy text Saies it should be by fire dissolved next Deucalion then weeps for this world as much As once for th' old he did it's sins are such And as before he drown'd a world of men In figure thus by chance it sinks agen Who Plato's book of Commonwealth did view By mice devour'd and thought thence would ensue A fatal Period of the publick State Would ha' presag'd the like unhappy fate Had but he seen this were attending us And construed this dire chance as ominous I 'l not obtrude for truths Prophetick dreams Yet Mara's waters like Nil's seavnfold streams ' Tofore that gently did but wet this Land Now in a purple lake of bloud do stand And quite o'rwhelm't and which is worse we fear No Olivebranch wil e'r agen appear The Microcosme of individual man See how that wavers in an Ocean Of perillous inconstancie whilst phlegme And crude raw humours quench the fires in him That his split-sailes bear not the gentlest blast See how the Moral world in strife doth wast And by like jarring doth
you welcome fall to if you please Epitaph on a Poor Alchymist THe ashes of a Golden Ass Not worth a monument of brass Or Chymist subtle as his gold Reader this earthen urn doth hold Who his gold vanisht all to air And dear-bought cinders through despair And Deaths more certain Chimestrie The Quintessence of Fool did die Thus sublimated and cal●in'd To nothing but poor dust refin'd Why men are so unlike WHy one man is not like another ' this No one is like himself and so it is To Madam Moyle on her Picture MAdam their judgments I commend who said Your Pictur 's like your self for it is made Of fading colours which wil wear away To be gaz'd on a while and then decay An empty shadow with a rouling sight Looks wantonly on all that look on it A wel drest statue yes and painted too 'T is very like you Madam so are you Epitaph on a very fat man UNder this pebble stone Here fast sleepeth one And that is not two Yet was without doubt Far bigger about Then both I and you His kidneys encreast So much that his wast Was hooped all round So his girdle Death cuts And down fel his guts ' Bouts heels to the ground To Clois. I Know you rich you are an heir You 'r courteous liberal and fair You 'r wise too as most women are Jolly and friendly debonair I like this freedom but they say You are to free another way Clois farewel your gold 's too light And so I may too dearly buy 't On the English Mounsieur AN English Mounsieur lately came from France Where he had learnt to make a leg to dance To kiss his little finger ride the Barbe And wear his cloaths in the authentick garbe Seeing him thus i th' mode I did demand In French how long 't was since he came to land He answer'd not but said he had been long In France but never car'd to learne the tongue How many are there whom we thus mistake That travel only thus for fashion sake On Philautus PHilautus thinks each woman that doth view His proper person streight must love him too Alas Town cladder thou 'rt mistane I see Thou lov'st thy self and them they laugh at thee On Nab and Plodwel NAb gone to Sea two years or more and dead Reported since his wife did Plodwel wed Return'd Nab found his wife with child and though Her he must keep the child he would not too Plodwel ejected of 's new home and wife Laid the case thus Tenant for years or life When that his time expires what e'r he leaves Unto the Freehold fastned the Law gives All to the Landlord and who ploughs and sowes Anothers ground at his own peril do's The same and looses all the crop since I Have trespass'd reap the same he made reply The barn and ground 's your own good land should not Lie fallow Nab thus gain'd what Plodwel got To Lupa THy daughter-Whore begets a Bawd her mother As Ice and water each engender other Though thy age freize with her salt mixt like snow Before her lustfull fires it thaweth too By the same heat inflam'd when she grows ice So you can warme her bloud with Bawdes advice On Priske and Galla SOme think Prisk's great with Galla but say I She is grown great with him or fame doth lie To a fat Usurer FAt folks we say by nature are most free You and your purse are fat and yet I see Your hand and that stil shut the reasons this In costive flesh thy lean soul buried is On Wylde HIs father sick and dying Wylde mourn'd sore But 't was because he died not before At 's burial he in mourning weeds was clad This was cause th' Mother was not also dead She dead sad soul he cloath'd himself in Sack Cloath I not mean for th' belly not the back Oh Viperous age when children shal so soon Through envy wish their parents dead and gone On Smart A Puritan once Smart since conform'd did bow Wore a Canonick cassock to his shooe Turn'd with the tide he rails 'gainst Bishops now This for a quiet living Smart can do Instead of Cassock now a cloack he wears A broad hat with short hair and longer ears As th' Sun moves he sets his Horoscope Smart 's both a turn coat now and Heliotrope On Brisk BRisk brag'd of 's ready wit I tempting him But for one distick did propound this theam Nothing It cannot be he wondring said That out of Nothing ought shu'd e'r be made Dul Brisk thou ne'r couldst tune Apollo's lyre A puresteeld wit wil strike Mercurial fire Out of the flintiest subject but thy head Is all compos'd of softer mettle lead On Mopsa a Chambermaide MOpsa advanc'd from th' dairie to her Dame With her black bag conceal'd from whence she came Mopsa o'r her bodie had a tan'd goose-skin Yet her cloaths hid it so that was not seen Mopsa her face was chinkt and uglie too Yet that she salv'd with Arts adulterate hue Mopsa's pretended simpring modestie Hid her foul thoughts Stil good she seem'd to be Mopsa's wemb swell'd that fault was also hid By th' Chaplains cassock whom she married But Mopsa's child did like her Master grow Alas poor Mopsa was discover'd now To fat Apicius A Picius leave scratch thy bald pate no more Hark how thy Muse supine doth sleeping snore In thy diseas'd and bedred soul She lies Slumbring resolv'd neither to wake or rise Not all thy sprightly Sack or far fetcht chear Can help as midwives to deliver her The fumes from thy ful paunch ascending fil Thy head with vapours whose dul mists do kil And suffocate thy vitals hurt thy brain Where all thy genitive faculties are lane The Muses live in hungry air feed clean So must you els your wit wil ne'r be keen As 't is in Nature so in Poesie Seldom or nev'r fat bodies pregnant be On a deaf man and his blind wife THe husband 's deaf the wife cann't see a wink She 's ears to him ' and now he 's eies to her Which hath the happier time on 't do you think He since her parlous tongue he cannot hear Her noise 't is thought deaft him howe'r it be Happy is that loss that made them thus agree On Lena LEna a virgin was so pure So holy sober chast demure So all o'r mild as in good sooth Butter would hardly melt in mouth But Lena married grew a scold Outragious impudent and bold And when her lustful fires went out A Bawd she threw the sparks about Her early goodness did presage She would degenerate with age The double blossom'd Apple-tree Never bears any fruit we see And a forward promising Spring Doth but a sterile Autumne bring The Proverb thus she verifies A young Saint an old Divel is Why Justice is painted blind WHo painted Justice blind did not declare What Magistrates should be but what they are Not so much 'cause they rich and poor shud weigh In their