Faire and fowle vveather: or a sea and land storme betweene two calmes. With an apologie in defense of the painefull life, and needfull vse of sailors. By Iohn Tailor.

FAIRE AND fowle weather : OR A SEA AND LAND Storme , betweene two Calmes .

WITH An Apologie in defence of the painefull life , and needfull vse of Sailers .

By Iohn Tailor .

LONDON , Printed for W: B. and are to be solde by Edward Wright at Christ-Church gate . 1615.

To the Iudicious vnderstanding gentleman , and my much approued and esteemed good freind , Maister ROBERT BRANTHWAITE , Gentleman Taylor of the Kings Maiesties Tower of London . Iohn Taylor Dedicates this his Poeticall Weatherworke , with his best wishes , for your hearts contentment . KInde Sir , my loue to you 's ingag'd so deepe , That were I Idle , I were much ingratefull : Or should my thankes , forgetfull , euer sleepe In me , 't were base , vnmannerly and hatefull . Then though I cannot pay you halfe my score , Vouchsafe to take this trifle as a part , As time enables me you shall haue more , And therefore now accept my willing heart . I know , you well doe vnderstand and know The weake defects of my defectiue Muse , Yet doe I hope you will this fauour showe That loue may her vnwilling faults excuse . And so to your protection I commend This Pamphlet , as vnto my deerest freind . Yours in my best imployments to be commended . IOHN TAYLOR .

Briefly to you that will Read . NOT vnto euery one can Reade , I write ; But onely vnto those that can Reade right . And therefore if thou canst not Read it well , I pray thee lay it downe , and learne to spell . But if thou wilt be hewing , ( like a drudge ) Hewe on , and spare not , but forbeare to Iudge . Thine if thou beest mine , Iohn Taylor .

To his friend and neighbour Maister IOHN TAYLOR . FIerce Neptunes wrath , and Eol's angry spleene Full many a time I haue both felt and seene , In leaking ship , and which hath grieu'd me more , In a long night a darke Moone , and lee shore : But such a storme as thou describest h●ere , Amazeth mee with wonder and with feare And wert thou not both Water-man and Poet Thou neuer couldest halfe so plainely show it , I much reioyce thou safe on shore art come , And bid thee very kindly welcome home . Thomas Smith .

To his friend Iohn Tailor . I Cannot tell , how other men may praise The pleasing Method , thy Minerua layes In whatsoe'r it workes on , but to me It offers much desir'd varietie , To passe dull howres withall : with that , affords Much vsefull matter , which with Phrase , and Words . And all the aptest ornament of writ Thy pen doth furnish : This last birth of wit Is witnesse , worth beleeuing . Like the Glasse Great Arts-men vse , in shewing things that passe In parts farre from vs . This presents a Flawe , Or Storme at Sea : for what I red , I sawe . I so may speake . Me thought I had in sight , A Clowd , as blacke as the darke Robe of Night : Saw that dissolue , and fall in such a showre , As ( mixt with lightning , and that voice of power , Makes Towres and Castles totter ) made an howre Full of confounding horrour . Then againe , Mine eyes sad obiect , was the troubled Maine : Sweld vp , and curl'd , with that impetuous breath , Makes Land-men quake , and Seamen oft see death . On this , me thought , I sawe a vessell tost , Higher then ken , and in minute , lost Betweene the Mountaine-billowes : At whose rise I sawe pale lookes , and heard the heauie ayes . Of those sad men that man'd her : After all , I sawe this Storme into a Calmenesse fall , As plaine , and smooth as Christall . In thy Booke All this is seene , as on thy lynes we looke . If where such life is , there can want delight , Though oft I read , I le neuer dare to write . Tho: B.

FAIRE AND FOWLE WEATHER . YOV triple-treble , thrice three Nimphes Diuine , Inspire this weake capacitie of mine , Oh let me quaffe of your Pegassian bowle , That I may write of Weather Faire and Fowle . That to the life , my lynes may heere informe , Description of a Calme , and then a Storme : Giue me that power that my vnlearned Verse , The Readers apprehension so may peirce , That though the Weather be exceeding faire , They may suppose a fowle and troublous Ayre . And when they come to reade tempestuous lines Then though the winde sleepe , and Hiperion shines , Yet let them thinke Heauens Axletree doth cracke , And Atlas throwes his burden from his backe I wish my Verse should such Impression strike , That what men Read off , they should thinke the like . For apprehension must be quicke and yare , Imagination must be heere , and there , For if a Tempest be but smoothly read , It shewes the Readers Iudgement dull and dead . Or else to seeme to make the Welkin split , In thundring out a Calme shewes want of wit . Gainst Heau'n bread Poesie 't is the worst offence , To haue it hack'd , and read with sencelesse sence . THen first I will describe Faire weather , chearefull , To make Fowle weather after seeme more fearefull . Vpon an Euening when Apolloes beames Declinde vnto the occidentall streames , As of the day he tooke his kinde adiew , The Clowdes , vermillion , purple , red , and blewe , Put on the radient liueries of the Sunne , ( As quickly lost , as they were lightly wonne . ) To th' under world in hast he tooke his flight . And left th' Horizon all in darkenesse dight : Yet as he stoopt he glaunc'd his glorious eye , And staind the Welkin with a Crimson dye , Which did betoken , ( as old sawes doe say ) An Euening red , foretels a chearefull day . Sweete Philomella , gainst a therne did sing , Exclaiming gainst the lustfull Thracian King , Whilst Progne in the Chimneys top doth keepe And for her selfe-borne selfe slaine sonne doth weepe . Madge-how let whooting cuts the empty skyes , The light she flees , and in the night she flyes . Bright Cinthia rises from her watry bed , And shewes her pale fac'd siluer horned head : Belighted and attended from her porch With many an hundred thousand , thousand torch . She light doth runne , and as she runnes doth light , The vniuersall Arch of pitchie night . Husht silence , ( mortall foe to women kinde , In snoring sleepe did liuing sences binde , That ( but for Rowting , and for drawing breath ) It seem'd that all-deuouring grisly death ) Without respect of person , Sex , or Lawes , Had grasp'd the world in his insatiate pawes . At last the Cocke proclaim'd the daies approach , And Titan call'd for his Diurnall Coach . He kist Aurora , and she blushing red , Ashamed , hid her shamefac'd Maidenhead . Pale Leina is obscur'd , her race is runne , Her light 's extinguisht by the flaming Sunne . The bucksome day , roab'd in a silken Calme , With Zephers downy breath , as sweete as balme Perfum'd the vausty verge of the whole world , When golden Sel his glistring beames had hurld . And guilded tops of proud Clowd-kissing hils , And all the world with radient brightnesse fils . Faire Flora had embrodered ore the field , Whose various colours , various sents did yeild . The gentle winde amongst the leaues did whiske , The Goats did skip , the pretty Lambes did friske . The brookes did warble , birds did sweetly sing , With ioy to entertaine the gladsome Spring . Like heards of Kids the Porposes gan leape , The Seales and Scollopendraes , on a heape Doe vault and caper in such actiue sort That Neptune tooke delight to see the sport . The Mountaine Whale , in his wide yawning chaps , Made shoales of smaller fishes fragment scraps , To fill his endles , bowndlesse , greedie gut , ( For multitudes of littles hardly glut Th' unbottom'd gorge of gaping thirst for more , That pines in plentie , starues in midst of store ) Sterne Nereus slept , rap'd in a pleasant dumpe , Whilst Triton pip'd leuoltoes with his Trumpe . Old Oceanus nimbly skipt and praunc'd , And turne-coate Proteus with faire Thetis daunc'd . The scaly Dolphins mounted on the waues , And sportiue Sturgeons one another laues . The Seahorse did curuet , and kicke , and fling , And without rider , mounts and runnes the ring . Yea all the watry squandrons tooke delight , To see the Sea so still , the day so bright . Was neuer gentler Calme on Neptunes face , All Elements in friendly sort embrace , As if in loue they were combin'd together , To giue poore mortall creatures pleasant weather . BVt what is 't that continues permanent , That bydes belowe the spacious firmament Not any thing at all . Our sweet with sowre Is mixt and paine our pleasures doo deuoure . The pleasant fowntaines toads and aspicks breeds , In fairest fields are most contagious weeds . A minuts Ioy , foreruns a month of trobles , And vnder calmest Sea a tempest bubles . We ( in a merry , humor ) Ankers wayd ; And in a trice our winged sailes displaid . And with a fresh and friendly welcome gale , Into the Maine amaine we mainely saile . Our stedfast course , right North North East we keepe , We found and found the Sea ten fathome deepe . We had not saild aboue a league or twaine , But Eolus began to mount the Maine Of Neptunes Monarchy , and with a troope Of full mouth'd winds , that made great oakes to stoope . With Ceders , Pines , and tall wel-rooted Elmes , And topsie turuie lofty towres ore'whelmes . Resplendent Phoebus hid his glorious light , And day inuellop'd in a Roabe of night Attir'd the world in a blacke mourning towne , As all things had bin turned vpside downe . Ioues lightning flames , and dire amazing flashing , At whom the Sea-God hils of water dashing . Against the Heau'ns did seeme in a age t' aspire , T' extinguish Ioues Celestia 1 dreadfull fire . The spungy Clowds gainst one another crusht , And bursting , violent floods of Raine out gasht . Orion glar'd like a tempestuous Comet . Whilst Skyes , and Seas , did fire and water vomet . The ratling Thunder through the Ayre did rumble , As if Heau'ns frame into the Sea would tumble : Whole gusts of Sea ascends and fronts the Raine , And stormes of raine in fury fals againe , As if the Clowd contending water stroue , Great Neptune from his Palace to remoue . Big blustring Eoll blew confounding breath , And thunders dreadfull larums , threatned death . Downe powres whole floods of Raine and driu'ling sleete , As if Heau'n , Earth , and Sea had ment to meete In desperate opposition , to expire The World , and vnto Chaos backe retire . The rowling ruthlesse Billowes rage and rore , And batter'd fiercely gainst the rocky shore : Who by the rugged Crags repulsed back . With repercussiue anger threats our wracke . Thus whilst the Wind and Seas contending gods , In rough robustious furie were at ods , Our beaten Barke , tost like a forcelesse feather Twixt windes and waues , now hither and now thither , The top-mast sometimes tilting at the Moone , And being vp so soone , doth fall as soone , With such precipitating low descent , As if to Hels blacke Kingdome downe she went . The vncontroled Hipperboroean blasts Teares all to tatters , tacklings , sailes and masts . And boystrus gusts of Eurus breath did hizze , And mongst our shrowds and Cordage wildly whizze . Our Ship no Rudder , or no steerage feeles , But like a Drunkard to and fro she reeles , Vnmanag'd , guidlesse , vp and downe she wallowed , And of the foaming waues lookes to be swallowed . Midst darknes , lightning , thunder , fleete , and raine , Remorceles winds and mercie-wanting Maine , Amazement , horror , dread , from each mans face , Had chac'd away lifes blood , and in the place Was blacke dispaire , with haire heau'd vp vpright , With A shy visage , and with sad affright , As if grim death with his all-murdring Dart , Had ayming bin at each mans bloodles heart . 〈◊〉〈◊〉 s the Bote-swaine , lower , the top-saile low●● Then vp aloft runnes scrambling three or fewer , But yet for all their hurly burly hast , Ere they got vp , downe tumbles Saile and Mast. Veare the maine sheate there , then the Maister cride . Let rise the foretacke on the larboord side . Take in the foresaile , y are good fellowes , yare , Aluffe at healme there , ware no more beware . Steere South-South-East there , I say ware no more , Wee are in danger of the Leeward shore . Cleere your maine brace , let goe the hollin there , Porte porte the healme hard , Romer , come no neere . Then with a whiffe the winde amaine doth puffe , And then our Maister cride aluffe , aluffe , Clap hard the helme a Lee , yea , yea , done , done , Downe , downe alowe into the bold quicke , runne . The maine bend snackes , the plankes and timbers breake , Pump bullies , Carpenters quicke , at vp the looke . Well pumpt my hearts of gold , who saies ammends . The carefull Maister thus his throat he reads , Contending gainst the winde and weathers force , Till he with gaping and with toyle growes hoarce . But since the Thund'rens high imperious bride , Against AEneaes had her anger tride , ( Excepting this ) a Storme so full of rage , Was neuer seene or heard in any age . BVt when our losse of liues we most expected , Then pow'rfull pow'r of pow'rs vs all protected , The windes grew gentle that had blowne so stiffe , Sterne Eurus hyed him Eastward with a whiffe . And Rugged Boreas , Northward trudg'd a pace , Hamidious Auster , to the South did trace . Sweete breathing Zephirus cride Westward hoe , Thus homeward all the furious windes did goe . And as they scud they swept th'an euen Maine From gusts , and flawes , and leaues it smooth and plaine . Like as the grasse in field , some short , some long . Some greene , some dead , with witherd flowers among , Vnequally in height some high some lowe . Vntill the Mower equall all doth mowe , Where long and short cut downe together lies , And as it liues so it together dyes . Wherewith the sithe ( all sharpe and barbing keene ) The lab'rer shaues all euen , plaine and cleene . So are the billowes , blew , and greene , and white , By the winds home retreat all shauen quite . That Neptunes angry browe , look'd milde and euen , For Stormes and flawes before the windes were driuen : Or as a measure fild with Oates or Rye Vnstrooke and heap'd doth lye confusedly , Till at one stroake the Meater strikes it plaine , And makes the measure equall with the graine . So at one blow , the blowing of each , winde , Stooke Stormes before them , and left Calmes behinde . That as bright Tytan in his Course did passe , He made the Sea his amomours looking glasse . And as himselfe had of himselfe a sight , His shadow seem'd t'eclips his substance quite , That he amazed ran , and ran amaz'd . And gaz'd and wink'd , and wink'd againe and gaz'd , That as Narsissus dyed by his owne error So Titan was intangled in this mirror . Vntill at last a curled woolsacke clowd His glorious substance from his shade did shrowde Great Neptune to his Court descended deepe , And layd his head in Thetis lap to sleepe We presently let no aduantage slip , But nimbly we rerig'd our vnrig'd shippe , Our Courses , Bonnets , Drablers , Malts , and all With speede we merily to mending fall . And by Heau'ns fauour , and our willing paine , Into the wished hau'n we gaine a chaine . Wheare at an Anker we in safetie ride , Secur'd from stormes and tempests , winde , and tide .

An Apologie for Sea-men , or the Description of a Marriners paines and aduentures . VP sluggard Muse from Leathe's lazy Lake , And in plaine tearmes , a true Description make , Of toyles , of dangers , and excessiue paines , That Sea-men suffer for the Land mens gaines . The one doth liue : Shore , in wealth and ease , The other surrowes through th' vncertaine Seas . The one in pleasure liues , and lyes at home , The other cuts the raging salt-Sea fome . The one aduentures onely but his goods , The other hazards all , both goods and bloods . Mongst Pirates , tempests , rocks , fogs , gulfes , and shelues , The Sea-men ventures all , and that s themselues . The Land-man ( dangerlesse ) doth-eate and sleepe , The Sea-man slems and plowes the Ocean deepe . The one fares hard , and harder he doth lye , The other lyes and faires , soft , sweete , and dry . The one with dauntlesse vnrebated courage , Through greatest perils valliently doth forrage , And brings home Iewels , Siluer Gold , and Pearles , Tadorne both Court and Citie Dames , and Girles . They set whole Kingdomes both at wars or peace , They make wealth flowe , and plentie to encrease . The Countries farre remote , they doe vnite , They make vs sharers in the worlds delight : And what they get with paine , they spend in pleasure . They are no Mizers , boorders vp of treasure . The oldest man aliue , did neuer see A Sailer and a Niggards minde agree . No , if their paines at Sea were ten times more , T is all forgotten when they come a shore . And this much I dare publish with my pen , They are the best of Seruiceable men , The wals of Kingdomes , Castles of defence , Against Inuasion of each forreigne Prince . A torch lights not it selfe , yet wastes and burnes , So they their liues spend , seruing others turnes . The Marchant sits at home , and casts vp sums , And reckons gaines and losse , what goes , what comes : To what his whole aduentures may amount , He Ciphers , numbers , and he casts Account . And euery angy boystrous gust he heares Disturbs his sleepe , and fils his heart with feares . His goods at Sea awakes and startles him , For with them , his estate doth sinke or swim . But yet for all this heart tormenting strife , He 's in no daunger of the losse of life By cut throate Sea-theeues , or a world of woes , Which many a Sailers life and state or'throwes . The Mariner abides the desperate shocks Of winde and weather , Pirates , sands and rocks And what they get , they freely spend away , A whole months wages , in a night , or day . Their labours on the Sea , they leaue a shore And when all 's spent then to 't againe for more : And pitty t is there should be such neglect Of such , whose seruice merits such respect . Whole spawnes of Land-sharks , and of guilded Guls , Of painted Mammets , and ilfauourd truls , Will hold their noses and cry sogh and sye , When seruiceable Marriners passe by : And then ( their stomacks somewhat more to ease ) What stinking tarlubbers ( quoth they ) are these . Then Mistris Fumpe troubled with the stitch , She 's poysned with the smell of tarre and pitch . Some Frankinsence , or Iuniper , oh quick , Make haste I say , the Gentlewoman's sicke . And Mounsier Puffepast with the sattin slop , That sits in a Tobacco-sellers shop , And makes a stinke worse then a brace of Beares : When with a whiffe his witlesse worship sweares , How Sailers are Rude fellowes , and doe smell , Of pitch and tarre worse then the smoke of hell . But were the case now , as I erst haue knowne , That vse of men should haue their seruice showne , One Marriner would then doe much more good , Then twentie of these Sattin Milksop brood Of all men then the Nauigator can , For King and Countries cause , best play the man : And howsoere they smell of tarre and pitch , Their painefull toyles doe make great Kingdomes rich . I we by soraine Warre should be annoyed , Then chiefly Marriners must be imployed , They on the Sea must bide the fiercest brunt , Grim death and danger they must first affront . One fight at Sea , with Ships couragious mand , Is more then three great battels on the Land . There men must stand to 't , there s no way to fly , There must they Conqu'rers liue or Conquerd die . And if they dye not by some launching wound . They are in hazard to be sunke and drownd . The murdring bullets , and the brinish waues , Are many a valliant Sea-mans death and graues . And t is a lamentable case to thinke , How these mens seruiceable number shrinke , Decreasing and consuming euery day , Where one doth breede , at least sowre doe decay , Some the Sea swallowes , but that which most grieues . Some turne Sea-monsters , Pirates , roauing theeues : Imploying their best skill in Nauigation , Gainst their owne Prince , and kin , and natiue Nation , By which meanes many a Marchant is vndone , And Pirates nere the better for what s won . For if ( like Mosse his Mare ) they be catcht napping . They bid the world their last farewell at Wapping . Which fatall Hauen , hath as many slaine , As could disturbe and shake the power of Spaine : And want of meanes , but ( chiefly want of grace ) Hath made so many perish in that place . But to conclude my Ryme , with heart and speach . I doe my God ( for Iesus sake ) beseech , That he for Sailors will vouchsafe to please , To graunt them good imployment on the Seas . So honest salt-Sea-watermen adiewe , I haue bin , am , and will be still for you . Whilst I liue , IOHN TAYLOR . FINIS .