Odcombs complaint: or Coriats funerall epicedium or death-song, vpon his late reported drowning. With his epitaph in the Barmuda, and Utopian tongues. And translated into English by Iohn Taylor.

ODCOMBS Complaint : OR CORIATS funerall Epicedium : or Death-song , vpon his late reported drowning . WITH His Epitaph in the Barmuda , and Utopian tongues . And translated into English by Iohn Taylor .

Printed for merrie recreation , and are to be told at the salutation in Vtopia . 1613.

The Authour in his owne defence . IF any where my lines do 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 , & my equal measure , What accent must bee short , and what at leasur● How to transpose my words from place , to plac● To giue my poesie the greater grace . Either in Pastorall or Comick straine , In Tragedy , or any other vaine , ●n nipping Satyrs , or in Epigrams , ●n Odes , in Elegies , or Anagrams , ●n eare-bewitching rare Hexameters , Or in Iambicks , or Pentameters : ● know these like a Sculler not a Scholler , And therefore Poet , pray asswage your coller . ●f as theese in writing you enuy me , Before you iudge me do your worst and try me . I. T.

To the Mirror of Time , the most refulgent , splendidious reflecting Court Animal , Don Archibald Armstrong : Great M. Comptroller , Commander , and Countermander of mirth , alacrity , sport , and ridiculous confabulations , in this septentrionall , or Westerne Monarchie of Magna Britannia . Your poore and daily Orator , IOHN TAILOR , wisheth increase of your wisdome , in your owne person , and that your eminence and spirit , may be infused into the bosoms of most mens heires , that esteem more of Wealth , then of WISDOME .

RIght worthie worthlesse Patron , the daies and times being such , wherein wit goes a woolgathering in a thredbare Iacket , and folly is well reputed amongst those that seeme wise , I , considering this , hauing but little wit , in a mad humour bad farewell it , and neuer so much as asked the question , with whether wilt thou ? Being certainly perswaded that playing the foole will repaire the breaches which my vnhappy wit hath made in the Bulwarke of my reputation ( as it hath done to many others ) wherefore good sir ( with ) reuerence I hearing that so great a member in your esteemed quality , as Mr. Thomas Coriat of Odcomb , was drowned in his passage towards Constantinople ; And knowing that many good & worthy writers haue graced his living trauels : So I haue made bold ( vnder your great Patronage ) to write his tragicall supposed Death-song , or Funerall Elegie ; not knowing any man of that worthy worth ( besides your selfe ) to whom I might dedicate these sad Epicediums . Thus , not doubting of your acceptance and protection , I commit my selfe and my labours to your wonderfull wisedomes censure , alwayes hauing a poore Muse to trauell in your seruice .

Iohn Taylor .

To the Gentlemen Readers , that vnderstand A. B. from a Battledore . NO sooner newe● of Coriats death was com , But with the same , my Muse was strooken done : For whiest he liued he was my Muses subiect Her onely life , and sence sole pleasing obiect . Odcombian , Graecian , Laune , Great Thom Asse He being dead what life hath she alasse . But yet I hope his death was false Report , Or else t was rumord to beget some sport : To try how his deare friends would take his death And what rare Epicedium , they would make , T' accompany his all-amented Herse , In hobling io●ling , rumbling tumbling verse Some smooth some harshe , some shorter and some long : As sweet Melodious as Madg Howle●● song : But , when I saw that no man tooke in hand To make the world his worth to vnderstand , 〈◊〉 vp I ●ussled from Obliuions den , And of a Ganders quill I made a pen , With which I wrote this following worke of woe ( Not caring much if he be dead or no : ) For , whilst his body did containe a life , The rare it wits were at continuall strife , Who should exceed each other in his glory , But none but I haue writ His Tragick story . If he be dead then farewell he : if not , At his returne , his thankes shal be thy lot , Meane time my muse doth like an humble Pleader Intreat acceptance of the gentle Reader . Remaining yours euer , IOHN TAILOR .

A sad , ioyfull , lamentable , delightfull merry-go-sorry Elegie or Funerall Poem vpon the supposed death of the famous Cosmographicall surueior , & Historiographical Relator M Thomas Coriat of Odcomb . O For a rope of Onions from Saint Omers , And for the Muse of golden tongued Homers That I might write and weep , and weep and write , Odcombian Coriats timeles last good-night O were my wit inspird with Scoggins vaine , Or that Wil Summers Ghost had seasd my braine , Or Tarlton , Lanum , Sin●er , Kempe , and Pope , Or she that danc't and tumbled on the rope , Or Tilting Archy , that so brauely ran , Against Don Phoeb●s knight , that wordy man . O all you crew , inside pv de couloured garments . Assist me to the heigth of your preferments : And with your wits and spirits inspire my pate ful . That I in Coriats praise be not ingratefull , If euer age lamented losse of folly If euer man had cause of Melancholly . Then now 's the time to waile his ruthles wracke , And weepe in teares of Claret and of Sack . ANd now , according to my weake inuention , His wondrous worthles worthines i le mention Yet to describe him as he is , or was , The wit of Men or Monsters would surpasse His head was a large powdring tub of phrases , Whence men wold pick delights , as boies pick daises O head , no head , but blockhouse of feirce wars , Where wit and learning were at daily Iars Who should possesse the Mansion of his pate : But at the last , to end this great debate : Admired learning tooke his heads possession . And turnd his wit a wandring in progression . But Minyon Muse , hold , whether wilt thou goe , Thinkst thou his rare anotomy to shew , None borne a Christian , Turke , nor yet in Tartary Can write each veyne , each sinew , and each artery . His eyes and eares like broakers by extortion Ingrost strange forraine manners and proportion But what his eyes and eares did see or heare , His tongue or pen dischargd the reckoning cleare , That sure I thinke , he well could prooue by law , He vttered more then ere he heard or saw . His tongue and hands haue truly paid their score , And freely spent what they receau●d and more , But lord to see , how farre ore = shot am I To wade thus deepe in his Anotomy . What now he is I le lightly ouerpasse , I le only write ●n part , but what he was : That as Grim Death our pleasures thus hath crost , T is good , because he 's gon , to know what s lost . HEe wa● the Imp , whilst he on earth suruiu'd , From whom this west-worlds pastimes were deriu'd , He was in Citty , Country , feild , and Court The Well of dry braind Iests , and Pump of sport , He was the treasure-house of wrinkled laughter , Where melancholy moodes are put to slaughter : And in a word he was a man mongst many , That neuer yet was parraleld by any , Who now like human spite of wind and weather , Will weare on earthlesse shirt 5. months together ? Who now to doe his natiue country grace , Will for a Trophee execute his case ? Who now will take the height of euery Gallowes ? Or who 'le describe the signe of euery Alehowse ? Whether his Host were bigg , or short , or tall And whether he did knock ere he did call : The color of ●i● Host and Hostesse hare ? What he bought cheap , & what he paid for deare : For vea●e or mutton what he paid a ioynt , Where he sate down , and where be loosd a poynt . Each Tower , each Turret , and each lofty steeple , Who now ( like him ) wil tel the vulgar people ? Who now wil set a worke so many writers , As he hath done in spight of his back-biters With Panegericks , Anagrams Acrosticks , T' emblazon him the cheife among fantasticks ? Alas not one not one aliue doth liue , That to the world can such contentment giue , Should Poets stretch their Muses on the rack , And study till their percrianions crack . Should ●oot-back●t orting Trauelours intend , To match his trauailes , all were to no end . Let Poets write their best , and Trotters run , They nere shall write nor run as he hath don . But Neptune and great AEolus contending Gainst one another all their forces bending , Which of them soon'st should rob the happy earth Of this rare man of men , this map of mirth . And like two enuious great ambitious Lords , They fell at deepe and dangerous discords ; The sea-god with his three tin'd angry Rod com , And swore by Stix he would haue Tom of Odcomb . With that , sterne Eole blew a boisterous blast , And in his rage did gusts and tempests cast In sh●●●ring voil●es at fierce Neptunes head : Who like a valiant Champion scorning dread , Gaue blow for blow with his commanding Mace , And spitting seemes in spightfull AEols face , That golden Titan hid his glistering ray , As fearing to behold this horrid fray . Cimerian darknes curtain'd all the world , An Ebon Mantle ore the Globe was hurld , The wallowing waues turn oild the restlesse ships , Like School boies shattlecocks that leaps & skips , The Top-mast seems to play with Phoebus nose , Strait downe toward Erebus amaine she goes : Blow wind , quoth Neptune , til thy entrails breake , Against my force thy force shall be too weake : Then like two fooles at variance for a trifle , They split the ship , they enter and they rifle . Like cursed Law-wormes , enuious and cruell , Striuing to seaze the peerlesse matchlesse Iewell , Whil'st AEol sought aboue the skies to crown him ; Blew-bearded Neptune in his arms did drown him . The Wind-god sees the prize and battel lost , Blowes , storms , and rages to be curb'd and crost , And vow'd to rowze great Neptune in his Court , And in his teeth his iniury retort : Then he commands retreat to all his forces ; Who riding sundry waies on winged horses , Bigge Boreas to the freezing North went puffing , And slauering Auster , to the South went huffing , Eurus went East , and Zephyrus went West , And thus the warres of windes and seas did rest . ANd now dame Thetis in thy vasty womb , Is odd Odcombians Coriats timeless Toomb , Where Nayads , Driads , and sweet sea-nimphs tend him , And with their daily seruice do befriend him , There al-shap'd Proteus and shril trumping Triton And many more , which I can hardly write on , As if it were the thing they glory at , In seruile troopes they waite on Coriat , That though like hel , the sea were far more dark as Yet these would guard his vnreguarded carkasse . You Academick , Latine , Greeke Magisters , You of-springs of the three times treble Sisters , Write , study , teach vntil your tongs haue blisters . For , now the Haddocks , and the shifting Sharks , That feed on Coriat , will become great Clarks : The wri-mouth'd Place & mumping Whiting-mops Wil in their mawes keep Greeke and Latine shops , The Pork-like Porpose ; Thorn-back , and the Scate Like studious Grecian Latinists will prate , And men with eating them , by inspiration , With these two tongues , shall fill each barbarous Nation . Then , though the Sea hath rudely him bereft vs ; Yet , midst our woes , this onely comforts left vs , That our posterities by eating fishes , Shall pick his wisdome out of diuers dishes ; And then ( no doubt ) but thousands more will be As learned , or perhaps all as wise-men as he : But to conclude , affection makes me cry , Sorrow prouokes me sleep , griefe dries mine eye .

EPITAPH in the Barmooda tongue , which must be pronounced with the accent of the grunting of a hogge . HOugh grantough wough Thomough Coriatough , Odcough robunquogh , Warawogh bogh Comitogh segh wogh termanatogrogh , Callimogh gogh whobogh Ragamogh demagorgoh palemogh , Lomerogh nogh Tottertogh illemortogh eagh Allaquemquogh , Teracominogh Iagogh Iamerogh mogh Carnogh pelepsogh , Animogh trogh deradrogh maramogh hogh Flondrogh calepsogh .

Epitaph in the Vtopian tongue . NOrtumblum callimūquash omystoliton quashte burashte , Scribuke woshtay solusbay perambulatushte ; Grekay sons Turkay Paphay zums Ieruslushte . Neptus esht Ealors Interremoy diz Dolorushte , Confahuloy Odcombay Prozeugmollitō tymorumynoy ; Omulas or at ushte paralescus tolliton vmbroy .

The same in English , translated by Caleb Quishquash , an Vtopian borne and principall Secretary to the great Adelantado of Barmoodoes . HEre lies the wonder of the English Nation , Inuolv'd in Neptunes british vasty maw : For fruitlesse trauell , and for strange relation , He past and repast all that ere eve saw . Odcomb produc'd him ; many Nations fed him , And worlds of Writers , through the world haue spred him ,

FINIS .

Certaine Sonnets , in prayse of Mr. Thomas the deceased ; fashioned of diuers stuffs , as mockado , fustian , stand-further off , and Motly , all which the Author dedicates to the immortall memory of the famous Odcombian traueller . COnglomerating Aiax , in a fogge Constulted with Ixion for a tripe , At which Gargantua tooke an Irish bogge , And with the same ga●e Sisiphus a stripe . That all the bumbast forrests gan to swell , With Triple treble trouble and with ioy , That Lucifer kept holiday to hell , Cause Cupid would no more be cald a boy . Delucitating Flora's painted hide , Redeemes Arion from the hongry Wolfe , And with conglutinating haughty pride , Threw Pander in the damb'd Venetian gulfe , The Mediterrane mountaines laught and smil'd , And Libra wandred in the woods so wild . Bright Cassia Fistula was wondrous sad , To heare Zarzaparillas great mis-hap , And Coloquintida was raging mad When Saxafrage was set in Rubarbs lap ; Dame Lickorish was in a monstrous fume , Against the lushious Reasons of the sunne , And Trinidado smoake auoids the roome , Whil'st Gum-armoniack sweares she is vndone ; Vnguentum album is so pale and wan That Paracelsus plaister mournes in black , The spanish Eleborus strongly can Make Lignum vita's hide with neesing crack : Lo , thus with vnguents , plaisters , oyles , & drugge● We coniure vp the fierce infernall bugges . The headstrong Torchlight of Cimerian waues , With fiery frozen wonder leaps and vaults : And on th' Altantick Ocean cuts and shaues , Whilst thunder thwacking Ossa limps and halts , Robustious AEtna drownes the Artick Pole , And forked Vulcan hath forsooke his forge , Apollo'es piebald mare hath cast her fole , And Mulley Mahomet hath fild his gorge . Don Belzebub sits sleaing of his breech , And Marble Proteus dances , leaps and skips , Belerophon hath pend an excellent speech , And big-boand Boreas kist Anroraes lipps : The Welkin rumbles ; Argos lies a sleepe , And Tantalus hath slaine a flock of sheepe . When flounder-flapping Termagant was slaine , The smug fac'd Cerberus did houle and yell . And Polyphemus rid in Charles his waine , Whilst Gorgons head rung great Alcides knell , The rip-rap-riffe-raffe , thwick thwack stout Babo● Gripes in his downy clutch the spungy Oake . And Yong Andromeda at night rings noone , Whilst Asdrubal at tick tack lost his cloake , Prometheus couering , the Vmbranoes head , And Typhon tumbles through the solide Ayre : Proud Pegasus on Cheese and Garlick fed , And Proserpina went to Sturbidge faire . Pope Hildebrand bad Pluto home to supper , And Don Diegoes horse hath broke his crupper . Dick Swash drew out his three pild blunted blade And flasht in twaine the equinoctiall line : Tom Thumb did through th' Arabian deserts wade , Where Castor and his brother Pollux shine , The threed bare flap-Iacks of the westerne Iles , Exasperates the Marble Sithian Snow , Damu Venus traueld fifty thousand miles To see the bounds of Nilus ebbe and flow . The Gurmondizing Quagmires of the East , Ingurgitates the Eremanthean Bull : And rude rebounding Sagittarius Ceast To pipe Leualtoes to Gonzagues Trull The Adriatick Polcats sate carousing , And hidebound Gogmagog his shirt was lowfin● Sweet Semi-circled Cinthya plaid at maw , The whilst Endimion ran the wild-goose chase . Great Bacchus with his Crosbow kild a daw , And sullen Saturne smil'd with pleasant face . The ninefold Bugbeares of the Caspian lake , Sate whistling Ebon hornepipes to their Ducks , Madgh●ulet straight for ioy her Girdle brake . And rugged Satyrs friskd like Stagges and Buck● The vntamd tumbling fifteene footed Goat , With promulgation of the Lesbian shores , Confronted Hydra in a sculler Boat , At which the mighty mountaine Tauris rores Meane time great Sultan Soliman was borne , And Atlas blew his rustick tumbling horne .

IF there bee any Gentlemen , or others that are desirous to be practitioners in the Barmoodo and Vtopian tongues : the Professor ( being the Author hereof ) dwelleth at the olde Swanne neere London Bridge , who wil teach them ( that are willing ) to learne , with agilitie and facility .

Errata .

REader , you must imagine these sixe confused Sonnets , of Rime without Reason , are confusedly put together ; but I would entreate you ●or your better vnderstanding , to diuide them into ●4 . lines a peece in your reading .

FINIS .