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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A13457) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 18810) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 1498:4) The great O Toole Taylor, John, 1580-1653. [24] p. Printed [by Edward Allde] for Henry Gosson, London : 1622. "In memorabilis effigies", A1v, signed: Iohn Taylor. In verse. Printer's name from STC. Signatures: A B⁴. Running title reads: To the honour of Otoole. The last leaf is blank. Reproduction of the original in the Henry E. Huntington Library and Art Gallery. With a facsimile portrait of O'Toole. Print show-through. eng O'Toole, Arthur Severus -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. eebo The great O Toole. Taylor, John 1622 24 3497 1 0 0 0 0 0 2.86 B The rate of 2.86 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the B category of texts with fewer than 10 defects per 10,000 words. 2000-00 Assigned for keying and markup 2001-00 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2001-06 Sampled and proofread 2001-00 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2001-11 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
In Memorabilis Effigies . VEiw and behold his Monumentall Pictor , Whose trade was Armes , whose Fortune still was Victor : Looke on Truncheon how it is becrowned , By which you may perceiue how hee 's Renowned . His Beard , a Graue bush ( Naturally fitted ) Shewes by the store of hayre how he is witted . And howsoeuer Times or Seasons change-thinges , This Captaine very truely hath done strange-thinges ; Whilst some ( perhaps ) will say these lines do scoffe him , Read what the Inside of the Booke speakes of him . Iohn Taylor .
These 8. Lines by an vnknowne Author . GReat Moguls Landlord , and both Indies King , ( Whose selfe admiring Fame doth lowdly Ring ) Writes 4. score yeares : More Kingdomes he hath right to The Stars say so . And for them he will Fight too . And though this worthlesse Age will not belieue him , But clatter , spatter , slaunder , scoffe and grieue him , Yet hee and all the world in this agree , That such another TOOLE , will neuer bee .

ARTHURUS SEVERUS O-TOOLE NONESUCH : AEtatis 80.

Great Mogul's Landlord ; of both Indies King , Whose self-admiring fame doth loudly ring ; Writes fourscore Years , more Kingdoms he hath right to , for them he will fight too : And though this worthless Age , will not believe him , But clatter , spatter , slander , scoff , to grieve him Yet He and all the World in this agree , That such another Toole will never be .

THE GREAT O Toole .

ENglands , Scotlands , Irelands Mirror , Mars his fellow , Rebels Terror : These Lines doe gallop for their pleasure , Writ with neither feete or measure ; Because Prose , Verse , or Anticke Story , Cannot Blaze O Tooles great Glory .

LONDON . Printed for Henry Gosson . 1622.

AN ENCOMIVM OR ENCO-MI-ASS-TRICK , dedicated to the vnlimited memory of Arthur O Toole , or O Toole the Great : Being the Son and Heyre of Brian O Toole , Lord of Poores Court and farre Collen , in the County of Dublin , in the Kingdome of Ireland . The Mars and Mercury , the Agamemnon and Vlisses both for Wisedome and Valour , in the Kingdomes of Great Britaine and Ireland .
Prologue . BRaue Vsquebough that fierce Hibernian liquor , Assist my braine , and make my wit run quicker : To heate my Muse like to a well warm'd Chimney , I beg thy merry ayde kinde Polihimny . I list not to call Fables into question , Nor of Baboones , or idle b●bles jest I on : And yet if Sence or reason heere you looke for , For neither , or for either read this Booke for . And if perchance I doe in any word lye , Doe , as I writ it , reade it o're absurdly ; Though in these dayes there are a Crew of fond men , That for inuention striue to goe beyond men , And write so humerous Dogmaticall , To please my Lord and Lady what d' ee Call , With Inkehorne tearmes stiffe quilted and bumbasted , And ( though not vnderstood ) yet are well tasted . And therefore I le not reach beyond the bounds of My weake capacity , nor search the sounds of Deepe Natures secrets , or Arts spacious cirquit : My Muse is free from those , my selfe will her quit . But leauing Idle toyes , with toyle endure I on , To write the praise of this braue bolde Centurion .
The Argument and meaning , of this following History .

IN all Ages and Countryes , it hath euer bin knowne , that Famous men haue florished , whose worthy Actions , and Eminency of place , haue euer beene as conspicuous Beacons Burning and blazing to the Spectators view : the sparkes & flames wherof hath sometimes kindled Courage in the most coldest and Effeminate Cowards ; as Thersites amongst the Grecians , Amadis de Gaule , and Sir Huon of Burdeaux in France , Sir Beuis , Gogmagog , Chinon , Palmerine , Lancelot , & Sir Tristram amongst vs heere in England , Sir Degre , Sir Grime , and Sir Gray Steele in Scotland , Don Quixot with the Spaniards , Gargantua almost no where , Sir Dagonet , and Sir Triamore any where , all these , and many more of the like Ranke haue fill'd whole Volumes , with the ayrie Imaginations of their vnknowne and vnmatchable worthes ; So Ireland amongst the rest , had the Honor to produce and breed a sparke of Valour , Wisedome , and Magnanimity , to whom all the Nation of the World must giue place . The Great O Toole , is the toole that my Muse takes in hand , whose praises ( if they should be set forth to the full ) would make Apollo and the Muses Barren ; To whom the Nine Worthyes were neuer to be compared : betwixt whom , and Haniball , Scipio , the Great Pompey , or Tamberlaine , was such oddes , that it was vnfit the best of them should holde his stirrop , and who ( by his owne Report ) in whome Ireland may reioyce , and England be merry , whose Youth was Dedicated to Mars , and his Age to Westminster , which ancient Citty , is now honour'd with his beloued Residence .

To the Honor of the Noble Captaine O Toole . THou Famous man , Est , west , & North , & Southward , From Boreas colde rump , t' Austers slauering mouth ward , I call Apolloes daughters all , to witnes , Much would I praise thee , but my Wit wants fitnes . But thou thy selfe ( of thy selfe ) canst speake so-well , That though my Rimes not altogether goe-well , Yet if the Worlds applause would not attend thee , were all tongues mute , thy own tongue would commend thee Thy selfe ( vnto thy selfe ) art Fames Trump blasting , To make thy name ( like Buffe ) tough , long and lasting . Yet graunt me ( thou braue man that ne're feard coulers ) T' accept the poore Lines of an Artles Scullers . Thy Bilboe ofte bath'd in the blood of Foe mans , Like Caius Marius , Consull of the Romans : When thou hast seem'd more dreadfull in thy harnesse , Then Babels Generall great Holophernes , More in commaund then was Nabuchadnezar , And more renownd then Cayus Iulius Caesar : Vpon thy foes brest thou hast often troad free , As on the Pagans did braue Boloignes Godfrey . Fierce Methridates the stout King of Pontus , If thou dost lead vs , dares not to confront vs : Thy matchles vallour , ten to one more tride is , Then euer was the Libian strong Alcides : And all men know that neuer such an od piece Of fighting mettle , sprung from Mars his Codpiece . Vpon the maine land and the raging Ocean , Thy courage hath attaind thee high promotion . Thou neuer fear'dst to combate with Gargante , Thy fame 's beyond the battle of Lepanto . The mighty Alexander of Macedo , Nere fought as thou hast done with thy Toledo . We hold thee for a worthy and no base one , But one that could haue won the fleece from Iason : Thou durst oppose 'gainst Bore , Beare Wolfe or Lion , And from the torturing wheele to fetch Ixion , And I acknowledge that thy matchles vallour is , To kill Pasiphaes or the Bull of Phalleris , Though age hath ouertane thee , yet thy will is , To grapple with an Aiax or Achilles , Or with Hells Monarch enuious ill fac'd Pluto , And proue him by his hornes a dambd Cornuto . Thou fearst no Diuell , nor no Demogorgon , Nor yet the valiant Welchman Shon a Morgan : So that most Wizards and most fortune tellers , Approue thee for the greatst of Monster quellers : And absolute and potent Dominator , For War or Counsell both by land and Water , In times of tumult thou amongst the Irish , Hast made them skip ore bogs and quagmires mirish , Whilst in the pursuit , like an angry Dragon , Thou mad'st them run away with not a rag on . For had thy foes bin Thousands , with thy Pistall , And thy good sword , thou brauely wouldst Resist all . Thou wast to vs , as vnto Rome was Titus , And stoutly sent our foes to black Cocitus . To kill , and cut throats , thou art skild in that trick , As if thou wert the Champion to Saint Patrick : I know not to which worthy to compare thee , For were they liuing , they could not out-dare thee . To thee what was great Tamberlaine the Tartar , Or matcht with thee what was our Brittaine Arthur ? Great Haniball , that famous Carthaginean , Was not a mate for thee in mine opinion , And all Seuerus vertues , sum'd vp totall , Remaine in thee , if this blinde Age would note all . Thou shewdst thy selfe a doughty wight at Dublin , When Irish Rebells madly brought the trouble in : At Baltimore , Kinsale , at Corke , and Yoghall , Thou with thy power hast made them oft cry fogh all , Oft in thy rage , thou hast most madly Ran on , The burning mouth of the cumbustious Cannon . For in thy fury , thou hast oft beene hotter , More swifter then an Ambler , or a Trotter , As witnes can the bounds of fierce Tirconnell , and the rough Bickerings with the stout Odonnell . The slaues did scud before thee o're the Quagmires : Where many a warlike Horse & many a Nagge mires : Thou kildst the gammon visag'd poore Westphalians , The Al-to-totterd , torne Tatterdemalians : The broaging , roaging , brauling , base Bezonians : The swift foot , light heeld , run away Slauonians , Thou letst them haue no ground to stand or walke on , But made them flye as Doues doe from a Falcon. For if thou list in fight to leade a Band on , Thy slaughtering sword if thou but layst thy hand on Thy fearefull foes would straight the place abandon , Without or hose , or shooes , shirt , or a band on : Thou letst them haue no quiet place to stand on . By tongue or pen it cannot well be verifide , How many hundred thousands thou hast terrifide , For thou hast rac'd more Castles , forts and Garrisons , Beyond Arithmeticke , and past comparisons : The Prouerbe sayes Comparisons are odious , I 'le therefore leaue them being incomodious , In all thy actions thou hast beene impartiall , Accomodating thy designes as Martiall , In mortall Battells and in bruising battery , Thy eares would entertain no smooth tongu'd flattery , That though to all men thy exploits seem'd very od , Thou broughst them still to an auspitious Period . And as thy valour durst out-dare bold Hector , Like wise Vlisses thou canst speake a Lector Such pollicies thy wits mint could deuise on , Which wiser pates could neuer once surmise on : With many a hundred neuer heard of Stratagem , Thou hast got pretious honour , is not that a Iem ? What tricks , or slights of war so ere the foe meant , Thou canst descry and frustrate in a moment .
Vpon his Wisedome , and Pollicy . OF thy Heroick acts , there might be more said , For sure they are but slightly toucht aforesaid , But Gods or Muses , Men , or Fiends infernall , To blaze thee to thy worth , can nere discerne all : And should I write but halfe that I know of thee , Some Critticks would perswade thee I did scoffe thee . Thus hauing shewd thy vallour , now I le expound , Part of thy pollicies , and wisedome profound . Vnfellowed , and vnfollowed , and vnmatched , Are the rare sleights that in thy pate were hatched : Of Engines , Mines , of Counterscarphs and Trenches , And to keepe cleare the Camp from whoring wenches : To teach the Soldiers eate frogges , snailes and vermine , Such Stratagems as these thou couldst determine . That Cato , Plato , or Aurelius Marcus , Wise Socrates , or reuerend Aristarcus , Diogenes , or wise Pithagoras , Licurgus , Pliny , Anaxagoras , Archidamus of Greece , or Romane Tully , Could nere demonstrate Sapience more fully . And specially when there was any trouble like , To vexe , molest , or trouble the Republike . That wit with valour , valour ioynd with wisdome , From all the world thou hast attained this doome : To be wars Abstract , Counsells Catechiser , That canst direct all , and all scarce the wiser .
A Complaint and a Petition to him . THus thou of Yore hast followed great Belona , And shin'd in Armes like twins of bright Latona : But now those manly martiall dayes are gone . A Time of Cheating , sweating , drinking , drabbing , Of Burst gut feeding and inhumane stabbing , The Spanish Pip. or else the Galtan Morbus , Bone-bred diseases , mainely doe disturbe vs : That now more men by ryot are confounded , Then valiant Soldiers in the wars were wounded . Mars yeelds to Venus , Gown-men rules the roast now , And men of War may fast , or kisse the post now . The thundring Cannon and the rumbling Drum now , The Instruments of War are mute and dumbe now , And stout experienc't valiant Commanders , Are turn'd Saint Nicholas Clarks & high way standers . And some ( through want ) are turn'd base Pimps & Panders , The watchfull Corporall , and the Lansprezado Are Marchants turn'd , of smoaky Trinidado . His shop , ( a fadome compasse ) now containes him , Where midst the misty vapours he complaines him , That he who hath made Forts and Castles caper Liues now Camelion-like , by Ayre and Vaper . Whilst fooles & flatterers thriue , it greatly grieues him , When all Trades fayle , Tobacco last relieues him . Besides each day some hound-like senting Sergeant . Scoutes , gapes , pries , peyes , & tires on him for argeant : And Longlane Dogditch , dambd soule wanting Brokers The Common wealths bane & poore mens vnclokers , The Countries Spunges , and the Citties soakers , The Peaces Pestilence , and Warriours choakers . These beate their hogs-heads all , to try conclusions By base extorting , working our confusions . The Souldiers naked , by the Broakers bribing , The Scriuener liues braue by sophisticke scribing The slaues growe rich ( and 't is not to be wondred ) By taking Forty intrest for a hundred . And Nasty Beadles with their breath contaminous , With what are you , and who goe there examine vs : With hums and hawes , Sir reuerence , nods & becking , With senceles nonsence , checkes and Counter checking : The brownbild Rug-gownd bench doe thinke it fitting To exercise their Office , by committing , Where our expence , with Ale their faces varnish , Whilest we incounterd , pay fines , fees and garnish . And Tyburne , Wapping , and St. Thomas Watrings , Poore Soldiers ends to euery neighbouring State rings . Whilst lowzy Ballad-mongers gape and looke out , To set some Riming song , or Roging Booke out , Where more then all is 'gainst the dead imputed , By which meanes men are doubly executed : That sure the Gallowes hath eate vp more Pe — ople , Then would subdue and win Constantinople . O rouze thee , rouze thee , then braue man of Action , Make Fur-gown'd peace burst into Armed faction : Thou hast a pate that canst the State vnsettle , Be as thou hast beene then , a man of mettle And now base Cowardize doth seeme to rust vs , Into some worthy busines , quickly thrust vs , Now shew thy selfe a noble Ahashuerus , And once more make our brauing foes to feare vs , Doe thou but leade vs on , and looke but Grimly And make no doubt , wee le doe the busines trimly . Mongst all the tooles of warre , be thou great O Toole , And neuer let the world esteeme thee no Foole . O make the wheele of reeling State , and Fate turne In spight of sullen melancholly Saturne To Armes , but from the Armes of lustfull Venus I doe entreat thy warlike care to weane vs . Let not the prick-eard power , of proude Priapus In bonds of painted Curtezans intrap vs , And Rouze vs from our Acts and thoughts libidinous , That ( Traytor-like ) in ambush doe lye hid in vs . Let not thy Tents of worthles Martiall discipline , Be turn'd to stinking Tap-houses to tipple in : But make the freezing pot of num-cold war-boyle , And bubble to a hurly burly Garboyle : Doe as thou hast done oft most noble Spartan , Strike silken peace into a feauer Quartane ; Or else like Phoebus in his hot Meridian , Astonish all the world with a Quotidian . I know thy worth the world doth all admire on , Then clad thy selfe in burnisht steele and Yron . I know that all men knowes thou hast been tride well , Discreetly thou canst talke , fight , run and ride well , I know the reach of thy polliticke skull , can Plucke rugged Mars from out the bed of Vulcan , To make warre roare more loude then any Bull can , I know thou canst doe more then any Gull can . I know thou hold'st it Valours ignominy . To spend thy dayes in peacefull whip her Ginny . Thy name & voyce , more fear'd then Guy of Warwicke , Or the rough Rumbling , roaring Meg of Barwicke . We should doe some what , if wee once were Rouzed , And ( being Lowsie ) we might then be Lowsed . Encourage Souldiers to demeane them like men , And measure Veluet with their Pikes braue Pikemen . Let shouts & clamors , Woods , groues , dales , & hils fill , With dreadfull noyse & cries of follow , follow , kill , kill , Let Drums cry dub , dub , and let Cannons thunder , Tantara Trumpets , and let Cowards wonder : Let Musquets bounce , bounce , let the Welkin rumble , Let Townes , Turrets , topsituruy tumble , Doe this ( as well I know thou canst doo 't wisely ) Exceeding careles , feareles and precisely , And then thy Fame shall farther farre be noysed , Then Titans rayes , or Iustice scales are poysed . And since thou knowest mans time on earth is short all , Let mortall Actions make thy name Immortall .
Lenuoy . IVdge O you Gentiles , what is writ is probable , And though it seeme a bable , yet 't is no bable . Doome amongst ill tinges , that the best is meant all , And what 's amisse , pray take as accidentall , For like a puny practizing Astronomy , And knowes no grounds nor rules so far o'regon am I : In diuing to his valours whirlepit bottome , That like the Reuerend Sages of olde Gotam , I now perceiue how much I ouershot am : I 'le wade no further in 't , but in briefe breuity , Abrupt , absurd , abiect , thus cast thus leaue it I. These forc'd Rimes , fully stuft with fruitlesse labour , Hath Curried my poore braine-pan like a Tabor : And to recure me from this strange quandary , Hence Vsquebaugh , and welcome sweet Canary .
FINIS .