A ballad on the gyants in the physick garden in Oxford, who have been breeding feet as long as garagantua was teeth. To the tune of, The counter scuffle Gayton, Edmund, 1608-1666. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B09179 of text R177547 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing G406A). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 8 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 B09179 Wing G406A ESTC R177547 64551286 ocm 64551286 184586 2248531729

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 Early English books online text creation partnership. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. B09179) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 184586) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English Books, 1641-1700 ; 2867:38) A ballad on the gyants in the physick garden in Oxford, who have been breeding feet as long as garagantua was teeth. To the tune of, The counter scuffle Gayton, Edmund, 1608-1666. 1 sheet ([1] p.). s.n., [Oxford : 1662] Caption title. Attributed to Edmund Gayton. Cf. Wing (2nd ed.). Place and date of publication suggested by Wing (2nd ed.). Imperfect: broadside has faded print. Reproduction of original in: Bodleian Library. eng Ballads, English -- Early works to 1800. Broadsides -- England -- 17th century. eebo A ballad on the gyants in the Physick Garden in Oxford, who have been breeding for as long as Gargantua was teeth. To the tune of the Counter scuffle. Gayton, Edmund, 1662 1 1145 14 0 0 0 3 0 384.28 F The rate of 384.28 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the F category of texts with 100 or more defects per 10,000 words. 2012-09 Assigned for keying and markup 2012-09 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2013-02 Sampled and proofread 2013-02 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2014-03 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
A Ballad on the Gyants in the Physick Garden in OXFORD , who have been breeding feet as long as Garagantua was Teeth . To the Tune of the Counter Scuffle . WHat is our Oxford Africa ? It teemeth Monsters every day About East-bridge which is the way To Whately . In Boberts Garden there are two , Which lately had nor foot nor shoo , Which now have both in publique view most stately . That these are Gyants you may guesse , By th' Foot as well as Hercules , And as by Tallons nothing lesse Than th' Lyon . They 'r Grimme as any dogge of Hell , Though heads so many we cant tell , For only two ( and yet that 's well ) We spy on . Two heads are better farre then one In any Consultation , But these don't joyn but fix like stone , Their Noddles . They speak by Figures or by signes Without Communication lines , Or any Books of deep Divines New Moddles . Without th' Library or the place At the South Port , where Bacons Face A Fryar of our English Race Did venture . On that men call , blesse us ! Black Art , By which he made the clowns to start , And drove some of them with a F — To th' Center . This Roger ( so his Forename shews ) These heads did make , with Copper Nose And taught them language that out goes Our knowledge . But how I wonder came their Feet So greene , so great , so thick , so neat A hundred come them for to greet From Colledge . Nay one from Ricot of late dayes Who 'mong th● Peers may wear the Bays These verdant Gallants to their praise Did visit . Whereby these Gyants credit got And he that late the Poem wrot , But 't is 〈◊〉 Ballad , is it not ? Who 'le misse it . Our Gyants are familiar With Simpling Tribe , and minister The Plant , Tres-humble Serviteur . And Physick Of Agrimony , Sage , and Rue And garden Rhabarb , Dosed true , If 〈…〉 By 〈◊〉 They guard a Book full of such Plants And fright out snailes , locusts , and Ants And any vermin foule that haunts These places . Apples they doe preserve as good , As in Hesperian Orchard stood , Which make Lambs-wooll 〈…〉 All sorts of Cherries doe grow here , And strawberries frequent appeare , Conceive I pray at time o th' yeare , For Winter As well as Time , will nip sweet Face And spoyle those Colours Ladys Grace When that Grim fire doth set his Mace Or Print there . Here 's medc'nall herbs for Galenists , Not powders for our new Chymists Who are lame Vulcans firy Priests And hammer Spirits out of the simple leaves And vig'rous dust , which Jesuit gives Far worse the patient oft receives From 's Gammer . Alders-gate street doth not afford Such heaps of hearbs for bed , or board , Nor piles of Sallats , sawces stor'd For belly , Nor Westminster , nor yet the Strand Nor any Garden of the Land Such hearbs as come through Jacobs hand Can sell yee . Besides the Marvells of Peru , Of most delicious various hue No Painter can with pencill doe Such colours . There 's stemms of Alo's like Whale-bone , And teeth like Sword-fish every one , Yet never yet hurt any one O th' Scholars : For Jacob and his Gyants will Not suffer any thing that 's ill ( Unlesse it be for purge or pill ) There growing , For all the plants are of his paines , He diggs , he setts , but heaven raines But 'las ! he has but little gaines For 's Sowing . There is a youth call'd little Jack That shall with working break his back ( Unlesse his breakfast he do lack ) Hee 'l muck it Like any plowman in the field Untill the ground her fruit doe yeeld , So of 't with water hath he fill'd His Bucket . What would you more then Gyants high Forbeare yee to approach too nigh , You 'l fright the Lady Dulciny TO BOSO . And yet that Lady hath a Knight That wil drink w … ●hen he should li● 〈…〉 his might To doe so . To all adventures dangerous , As the Mill nigh can tell to us , This Knight w●●● some times ficrcely rush And 's Man sterne There s no av●●ding of that Knight , 〈…〉 Lanthorne . Not Faux-like on a black designe To mirth he only doth incline ●nd hath a Page , if no Moon shine , Attending For hee 'l not carry coales nor light Nor yet his Squire , who goes upright But yet they are for any wight Defending Or injur'd Lady , or Fleec'd sheepe Good lack what Racket they doe keep And never Eat , nor Drink , nor Sleepe Till Gyant , And one-eyd Monsters humbled are Unto their feet , which smell most rare , With making constant Fewd , and warre ô Fie on 't ! What though these Gyants harnest be Compleatly too , That 's Cap a Pe , And can with Feet deale lustily In boxes . Yet Don Quixot is arm'd allso With brasse helmet of Mambrino Hee 'l suffer them no harme to do To 's doxes : So that 't is prudence to induce The Knight and Giants to a Truce , That we the Garden still may use In quiet , And drink what springs from Scurvy gras ( Without making a scurvy face , ) So shall we keep this pleasant place From Riot And filthy Routs which spoile soft joyes , The sports of the mad Girles , and Boyes , When they are in their merry Toyes And Ranting But Bobert is a sober soule And watches like an Athens Oule To see of mirth no lawfull jowle Be wanting . But if the Poet , as is meet , For these his paines you do not greet He thus takes pennance in a sheet To please you . In Print when he doth next appeare He hopes to make it plaine and cleare That of your Melancholy feare Hee 'l ease you , If not hee 'l lay another gin And try to catch you once therein To put you on a merry pin And jolly : If then he failes his Badger rimes Shall to the tune of Carfax Chimes . Sing Nought ●●●l please the present times But Folly .
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