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Mat . Clay . And by other Authority . Febr . 21. 1639.

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Q : HORATIVS FLACCUS , his Art of POETRY . Englisht by Ben : Jonson .

London . Printed for J. Benson and are sold by W. Ley at Paules-Chayne . 1640.

Q. Horatius Flaccus : His Art of Poetry .

ENGLISHED By Ben : Jonson .

With other Workes of the Author , never Printed before .

LONDON : Printed by J. Okes , for John Benson . 1640.

To the Right Honourable THOMAS Lord WINDSORE . My Lord :

THe Extension of your Noble Favours Commands , and my Gratitude no lesse binds me to present this Elaborate Peece , of our learned and judicious Poet Ben Ionson his Translation of Horace de Arte Poetica , to your Lordships perusall : which Book amongst the rest of his Strenuous and Sinewy Labours , for its rare profundity , may challenge a just admiration of the Learned in this and future Ages , and crowne his name with a lasting memory of never dying glory ! You rightly knew ( my Lord ) the worth and true esteeme both of the Author and his Learning , being more perspicuous in the candid judgement of Your Lordship , and other sublime Spirits that rightly knew him , then my capacity can describe . But there is from me a iust duty and service due to your Honour , which makes me assume this boldnesse , yet in some good assurance that your Goodnesse will be pleas'd to accept of this as a true acknowledgment , and profession of my most humble thankfulnesse , by which my Lord you shall dignifie the purpose of him who shall alwayes study to be accounted

Your Honours most observant and affectionate servant . I. B.
Sir Edward Herbert Knight of the Bath , Ordinary Embassadour for His Majesty of Great Brittaine with the French King . Upon his Friend Mr. Ben : Ionson , and his Translation , TWas not enough , Ben : Ionson to be thought Of English Poets best , but to have brought In greater state , to their acquaintance , one Made equall to himselfe and thee ; that none Might be thy second : while thy glory is To be the Horace of our times , and his .
BARTON HOLYDAY , to BEN JONSON . EPODE . TIs dangerous to praise ; besides the taske , Which to do 't well , will aske An age of time and judgement ; who can then Be prais'd , and by what pen ? Yet , I know both , whilst thee I safely chuse My subject , and my Muse . For sure , henceforth our Poets shall implore Thy aid , which lends them more , Then can their tyr'd Apollo , or the nine She wits , or mighty wine . These Deities are banquerupts , and must be Glad to beg art of thee . Some they might once perchance on thee bestow : But , now , to thee they owe : Who dost in daily bounty more wit spend , Then they could ever lend . Thus thou , didst build the globe , which , but for thee , Should want its Axle-tree : And , like a carefull founder , thou dost now Leave Rules for ever , how To keep 't in reparations , which will doe More good , than to build two . It was an able stock , thou gav'st before ; Yet , loe , a richer store ! Which doth , by a prevention , make us quit With a deare yeare of wit : Come when it will , by this thy name shall last Untill Fames utmost blast . Thou art a wealthy Epigram , which spends Most vigour when it ends . This ful Epiphonema of thy best Wit , out-speaks all the rest . Me thinkes , I see our after Nephewes gaze , And all their time to praise Is taken up in wonder ; whilst they see Ages of wit , in thee Collected , and well judg'd : Charons stout heart Feeles thy new power of Art , And , his obedient armes labour amaine , Whilst he wafts back againe What Poets shadow , thou dost please to call To this thy judgement hall : Whiles , at these frightning Sessions , thou dost fit , The searching Judge of wit , O how the Ghosts do shuffle one behind Another , left thou find Them , and their errours : but , in vaine , they flie Thy persecuting eye . Bold Aristophanes , shrewd whotfon , now More feares thy threatning brow , Then his owne guilt of libelling , and prayes He may new write his playes . Plautus so quakes , that he had rather still Grind on in his old mill . Terence would borrow his owne Eunuchs shape , By the disguise to scape . The Greek Tragoedians droop , as if they plaid The persons whom they made : Fearing thou 'lt bid them adde with more expence Of braine , wit to their sence : Or whilst their murdered wits thou maist contemne . Write Tragoedies of them . Seneca , would with Hercules be glad To scape , by running mad : Or at the least , he feares as lesse a hurt , To weare his burning shirt . They'd all take care , and if thy Flaccus too Writ now , he 'd write all new . Yet all at once confesse Flaccus doe's well , But thou makst him excell . The Morning Sunne viewing a silver stream , So guilds it with his beame . Master of Art , and Fame ! who here makst knowne To all , how all thine owne Well-bodied works were fram'd , whilst here we see Their fine Anatomee . Each nerve and vaine of Art , each slender string , Thou to our eye dost bring : Thus , what thou didst before so well collect , Thou dost as well dissect . For which skill , Poëms now thy censure waie , And thence receive their Fate . Thou needst not seek for thē , to thee they 're brought , And so held good , or nought . Thus , doth the eye disdaine , with an extreame Scorne to send forth a beame : But scaly formes from the glad object flow By which the eye doth know Its subtle image : thus the eye keeps state , Thus doth the object wait . But here , at this , perchance some one stands by , and drawes his mouth awry ; As if his mouth ( his mouth he doth so teare ) Would whisper in his eare ; When thy soft pitty , if it see his spight , But saies , set your mouth right . Yet in mild truth , this worke hath some defect , As now I dare object : Thou err'st against a workmans rarest part , Which is to hide his Art. Next , all thy rules fall short , since none can teach A verse , thy worth to reach . For which , I le now judge thee : know thy estate Of wit must beare this fate : Till Ionson teach some Muse a straine yet new , Ionson shall want his due ,
To Mr. Jonson . BEn : the world is much in debt and though it may Some petty reck'nings to small Poets pay : Pardon if a●●hy glorious summe they stick , Being too large for their Arithmeticke . If they could prize the Genius of a Scene , The learned sweat that makes a language cleane , Or understand the faith of ancient skill , Drawn from the Tragick , Comick , Lyrick quille The Greek and Roman denison'd by thee , And both made richer in thy Poetry . This they may know , and knowing this still grudge That yet they are not fit of thee to judge . I prophesie more strength to after time , Whose joy shall call this Isle the Poets Clime , Because 't was thine , and unto thee returne The borrowed flames , with which thy Muse shal burn . Then when the stocke of others Fam● is spent , Thy Poetry shall keep its owne old rent . Zouch Tounley .
ODE . To BEN JONSON Upon his Ode to himselfe . I. PRoceed in thy brave rage , Which hath rais'd up our Stage Unto that height , as Rome in all her state , Or Greece might emulate : Whose greatest Senators did silent fit , Heare and applaud the wit , Which those more temperate Times , Us'd when it tax'd their Crimes : Socrates stood , and heard with true delight , All that the sharpe Athenian Muse could write . II . Against his suppos'd fault ; And did digest the salt That from that full vaine did so freely flow : And though that we doe know The Graces joyntly strove to make that brest A Temple for their rest , We must not make thee lesse Than Aristophanes : He got the start of thee in time and place , But thou hast gain'd the Goale in Art and Grace . III . But if thou make thy feasts For the high relish'd guests , And that a Cloud of shadowes shall break in , It were almost a sinne To think that thou shouldst equally delight Each severall appetite : Though Art , and Nature strive Thy banquets to contrive : Thou art our Caesar cald Terence Menander half'd , because he wanted so much of his grace and sharpnesse . Ben : Jonson may well be cal'd our Menander , whole , or more : exceeding him as much in sharpnesse and grace , as Terence wanted of him . whole Menander , and dost Ben . Jonson is said to be very like the picture we have of Menander , taken from an ancient Medall . look Like the old Greek : think then but on his Menander in a fragment of one of his Comoedies , makes his Cook speak after this manner of the diversity of tastes . viz. Cook . What is his usuall fare : What Country man is he : These things 't is meet the Cook should scan : For such nice guests as in the Isles are bred , With various sorts of fresh-fish nourished , In salt meat take little or no delight , But taste them with fastidious appetite . IV . If thou thy full cups bring Out of the Muses spring , And there are some foule mouthes had rather drink Out of the common sink : There let 'hem seek to quench th'Hydropick thirst , Till the swolne humour burst . Let him who daily steales From thy most precious meales . ( Since thy strange plenty findes no losse by it ) Feed himselfe with the fragments of thy wit . V. And let those silken men ( That know not how , or when To spend their money , or their time ) maintaine With their consum'd no-braine , Their barbarous feeding on such grosse base stuffe As onely serves to puffe - Up the weak empty mind , Like bubbles , full with wind , And strive t'ingage the scene with their damn'd oaths , As they doe with the priviledge of their cloaths . VI . Whilst thou tak'st that high spirit , Well purchas'd by thy merit , Great Prince of Poets , though thy head be gray , Crowne it with Delphick Bay , And from the chiefe in Apollo's quire , Take downe thy best tun d Lire , Whose sound shall pierce so farre It shall strike out the starre , Which fabulous Greece durst fixe in heaven , whilst thine With all due glory here on earth shall shine . VII . Sing English Horace , sing The wonder of thy King ; Whilst his triumphant Chariot runs his whole Bright course about each Pole : Sing downe the Roman Harper ; he shall raine His bounties on thy vaine : And with his golden Rayes , So guild thy glorious Bayes : That Fame shall beare on her unwearied wing , What the best Poet sung of the best King . I. C.
Quintus Horatius Flaccus his Book of the Art of Poetry to the PISO'S . IF to a womans head , a painter would A horse neck joyn , & sundry plumes or●-fold On every limb , ta'ne from a several creature , Presenting upwards a fair female feature , 5 Which in a blacke foule fish uncomely ends : Admitted to the sight , although his friends , Could you containe your laughter ? credit me , That Book , my Piso's , and this piece agree , Whose shapes like sick mens dreams are form'd so vain , 10 As neither head , nor foot , one forme retain● But equall power to Painter , and to Poet , Of daring ought , hath still bin given we know it : And both doe crave , and give again this leave : Yet not as therefore cruell things should cleave 15 To gentle ; not that we should Serpents see With Doves ; or Lambs with Tigres coupled be . In grave beginnings , and great things profest You have oft-times , that may out-shine the rest , A purple piece , or two stitch'd in : when either 20 Diana's Grove , and Altar , with the nether Bouts of fleet waters , that doe intertwine The pleasant grounds , or when the River Rhine , Or Rain-bow is describ'd ; but here was now No place for these : And Painter haply thou 25 Knowst well alone to paint a Cypresse Tree , What 's this , if he whose mony hireth thee To paint him , hath by swimming , hopelesse , scap'd , The whole Fleet wrack'd ? a great jarre to be shap'd Was meant at first , why , forcing still about 30 Thy labouring wheel , comes scarce a pitcher out ? Heare , me conclude ; let what thou workst upon Be simple quite throughout , and alwayes one . The greater part , that boast the Muses fire Father , and sons right worthy of your Sire , 35 Are with the likenesse of the truth beguil'd : My selfe for shortnesse labour , and am stil'd Obscure . Another striving smooth to runne , Wants strength , and sinewes , as his spirits were done ; His Muse professing height , and greatnesse , swells ; 40 Downe close by shore , this other creeping steales , Being over-safe , and fearing of the flaw : So he that varying still affects to draw One thing prodigiously , paints in the woods A Dolphin and a Boare amidst the floods : 45 The shunning vice , to greater vice doth lead , If in th'escape an artlesse path we tread . The worst of statuaries , here about Th' Aemilian Schoole , in Brasse can figure out The nailes , and every gentle haire disclose ; 50 Yet in the main work haplesse : since he knowes Not to designe the whole . Should I aspire To frame a worke , I would no more desire To be that fellow , then to be markt out With faire blacke eyes , and hair , and some vile snout . 55 Take therefore , you that write a subject fit Vnto your strength , and long be turning it : Prove what your shoulders will , or will not beare , His choise , who 's matter to his power doth reare , Nor language nor cleare order will forsake : 60 The vertue and grace of which , or I mistake , Is now to speak , and even now to differ Much that mought now be spoke , omitted here Till fitter season ; now to like of this , Lay that aside , the Epicks office is , 65 In using also of new words , to be Right spare , and wary : then thou speak'st to me Most worthy praise , when words that vulgar grew Are by thy cunning placing made meer new . Yet , if by chance in uttering things abstruse , 70 Thou need new termes ; thou maist without excuse , Feigne words un-heard of to the girded Race Of the Cethegi ; and all men will grace And give , being taken modestly , this leave , And those thy new , and late-coyn'd words receive , 75 So they full gently from the Grecian spring , And came not too much wrested . What 's that thing A Roman to Coecilius will allow , Or Plautus , and in Virgil disavow , Or Varius ? Why am I now envy'd so , 80 If I can give some small encrease ? when , loe , Cato's , and Ennius tongues have lent much worth And wealth unto our Language ; and brought forth New names of things . It hath beene ever free , And ever will , to utter termes that be 85 Stampt to the time . As woods whose change appears Still in their leavs , throughout the sliding years , The first borne dying ; so the aged Fate Of words decay , and phrases borne but late Like tender Buds shoot up , and freshly grow . 90 Our selves , and all that s ours , to death we owe : Whether the Sea receiv'd into the shore , That from the North the Navy safe doth store , A Kingly work ; or that long barren Fen Once rowable , but now doth nourish men 95 In neigbour-towns , and feels the weighty plough : Or the wild River , who hath changed now His course , so hurtfull both to grain and seeds , Being taught a better way . All mortall deeds Shall perish : so farre of it is , the Fate 100 Or grace of speech , should hope a lasting date , Much phrase that now is dead shall be reviv'd , And much shall dye , that now is nobly liv'd If custome please , with whom both choyse , and will Power , Art , and rule of speaking resteth still . 105 The deeds of Kings , great Captains , & sad wars , What number best can fit , Homer declares , In verse unequal match'd , first sowre laments , After mens wishes , crown'd in their events Were also clos'd : but who the man should be , 110 That first sent forth the dapper Elegie All the Grammarians strive : and yet in Court Before the Judge it hangs , and waits report . Unto the Lyrick strings , the Muse gave grace , To chant the gods , and all their god like race . The conquering champion , the prime horse in course , Fresh Lovers businesse , and the winds free source . The Iambicke arm'd Archilochus to rave , This foot the socks tooke up , and Buskins grave As fit t'exchange discourse , and quell the rings 120 Of popular noyses , borne to actuate things . If now the changes , and the severall hues Of Poëms here describ'd , I can nor use , Nor know t' observe ; why ( i' the Muses name ) Am I cald Poet ? wherefore with wrong shame 125 Perversely modest had I rather owe To ignorance still , then yet to learne , or know . Yet Comick matter shunnes to be exprest In Tragick verse , no lesse Thyestes feast Abhorres low numbers , and the private straine 130 Fit for the Sock : Each subject should retaine The place allotted it , with decent praise : Yet sometime both the Comoedy doth raise Her voyce , and angry Chremes chafes out-right , With swelling throat : and , oft , the Tragick wight 135 Complaines in humble phrase . Both Telephus And Peleus , if he seek to heart-strike us That are spectators , with his misery , When he is poore , and banisht , must throw by His Bombard phrase , and foot-and-half-foot words : 140 T is not enough the labouring Muse affords Her Poëms beauty , but a sweet delight , To worke the hearers minds , still to the plight . Mens count'nances , with such as laugh , are prone To laughter : so they grieve with those that mone : 145 If thou wouldst have mee weep , bee thou first dround Thy selfe in tears , then me thy harms will wound , Peleus , or Telephus . If thou speak vile And ill-pen'd things , I shall or sleep , or smile . Sad language fits sad looks ; stuft menacings , 150 The angry brow : the sportive , wanton things ; And the severe , speech ever serious : For nature first within doth fashion us To every Fortunes habit ; she helps on , 155 Or urgeth us to anger ; and anon With weighty woes she hurles us all along ; And tortures us , and after by the tongue , Her Truck-man , she reports the minds each throe ; If now the phrase of him that speaks , shall flow In sound , quite from his fortune ; both the rout , 160 And Roman Gentry , will with laughter shout . It much will sway whether a god speak , than ; Or an Heroe : If a ripe old man , Or some hot youth , yet in his flourishing course ; Whe'r some great Lady , or her diligent Nurse ; 165 A ventring Merchant , or the husband free Of some small thankfull land : whether he be Of Colchis borne : or in Assyria bred ; Or with the Milke of Thebes , or Argus fed : Or follow fame , thou that dost write , or faine 170 Things in themselves agreeing : if againe Honour'd Achilles chance by thee be seiz'd ; Keepe him still active , angry , unappeas'd , Sharp , & contemning Lawes at him should aime , Be nought so 'bove him , but his bold sword claime . 175 Medea make wild , fierce , impetuous : Ino bewaild ; Ixion trecherous ; Io still wandring ; griev'd Orestes sad : If something fresh , that never yet was had , Unto the Stage thou bringst , and dar'st create 180 A meer new person , lock he keep his state Unto the last , as when he first went forth , Still to be like him selfe , and hold his worth . 't is hard , to speake things common-properly : And thou maist better bring a Rhapsody 185 Of Homers forth in Acts , then of thine owne First publish things unspoken , and unknowne . Yet , common matter thou thine owne maist make , If thou the vile , broad-troden ring forsake . For , being a Poet , thou maist feigne , create , 190 Not care , as thou wouldst faithfully translate , To reader word for word : nor with thy sleight Of imitation , leape into a streight From whence thy modesty , or Poëms Law Forbids thee forth againe thy foot to draw . 195 Nor so begin , as did that Circler , late , I sing a noble warre , and Priams fate . What doth this promiser , such great gaping worth Afford ? the Mountains travail'd , and brought forth A trifling Mouse ! O how much better this 200 Who nought assaies , unaptly , or amisse ? Speak to me , Muse , the man , who after Troy was sackt Saw many towns , & men , & could their manners tract , He thinks not how to give you smoak from light , But light from smoak , that he may draw his bright 205 Wonders forth after : As Antiphates , Scylla , Charybdis , Polypheme , with these . Nor from the brand with which the life did burne Of Meleager , brings he the returne Of Diomede , nor Troyes sad wars begins 210 From the two Egges , that did disclose the twins . He ever hastens to the end , and so ( As if he knew it ) rapp's his hearer to The middle of his matter : letting goe What he ●espaires being handled might not show . 215 And so well faines , so mixeth cunningly Falshood and truth , as no man can espy Where the midst differs from the first , or where The last doth from the midst dis-joyn'd appeare . Heare , what it is the people , and I desire . 220 If such a ones applause thou dost require , That tarries till the Hangings be tane downe , And sits till the Epilogue sayes clap , or crowne : The customes of each age thou must observe , And give their years and natures as they swerve , 225 Fit dues . The child that now knows how to say , And can tread firme , longs with like lads to play . Soone angry , and soone pleas'd , is sweet , or soure , He knowes not why , and changeth every houre . The unbearded youth , his Guardian being gone , 230 Loves Dogs , and Horses ; and is ever one I' th open field ; is waxe-like to be wrought To every vice : as hardly to be brought To endure Counsell : a provider slow For his owne good , a carelesse letter-goe 235 Of Mony , haughty , to desire soone mov'd , And then as swift to leave what he hath lov'd . These Studies alter now , in one growne Man ; His betterd mind seeks wealth , and friendships than , Looks after honours , and bewares to act 240 What straightway he must labour to retract . The old man many evills doe girt round ; Either because he seeks , and having found , Doth , wretchedly the use of things forbeare , Or does all businesse coldly , and with feare : 245 A great differrer , long in hope , grown numbe With sloth , yet greedy still of what s to come : Froward , complaining ; a commender glad Of the times past , when he was a young lad , And still correcting youth , and censuring . 250 Mans comming yeares much good with them doe bring , At his departing take much thence : lest then The parts of age to youth be given , or men To children , we must alwayes dwell , and stay , In fitting proper adjuncts to each day . 255 The businesse either on the stage is done , Or acted told : but , ever , things that runne In at the eare , doe stirre the mind more slow Than those that faithfull eyes take in by show , And the beholder to himselfe doth render . 260 Yet to the Stage at all thou maist not tender Things worthy to be done within , but take Much from the sight , which faire Report will make Present anon . Medea must not kill Her Sons before the people : or the ill - 265 Natur'd , and wicked Atreus cooke to the eye His Nephews intrailes : nor must Progne flye Into a Swallow there : nor Cadmus take Upon the stage , the figure of a Snake . What so is shewne , I not beleeve , and hate . 270 Nor must the Fable , that would hope the fate Once seene , to be againe call'd for , and play'd ; Have more , or lesse than just five Acts : nor lay'd To have a god come in ; except a knot Worth his untying happen there : and not 275 Any fourth man to speak at all desire . An Actors part , and office too , the quire Must manly keep , and not be heard to sing Between the Acts a quite cleane other thing Than to the purpose leads , and fitly agrees . 280 It still must favour good men , and to these Be wonne a friend ; it must both sway and bend The angry , and love those that fear t' offend . Praise the spare dyet , wholsome Justice , Lawes , The open ports , and sports that peace doth cause , 285 Hide faults , and pray to th' gods , and wish aloud Fortune would love the poore , and leave the proud . The Han-boy , not as now with Latten bound , And rivall with the Trumpet for his sound , But soft and simple , at few holes breath'd time , 290 And tune too , fitted to the Chorus Rime , As loud enough to fill the Seats , not yet So over-thick , but where the people met , They might with case be numbred , being a few Chast , thrifty , modest folk , that came to view . 295 But as they conquer'd , and inlarg'd their bound , The wider walls imbrac't their City round , And they un-censur'd might at feasts , and playes , Steep the glad Genius in the Wine , whole dayes , Both in their Tunes the license greater grew , 300 And in their Numbers ; for alas , what knew The Idiot , keeping holy day , or drudge , Clowne , townsman , base , and noble , mixt to judge : Thus to his ancient art the piper lent Gesture , and Riot , whilst he wandring went 305 In his train'd Gown , about the stage , thus grew To the grave Harp , and Violl voyces new ; The rash and headlong eloquence brought forth , Unwonted language ; and that sense of worth That found out profit , and fore-told each thing , 310 Now differ'd not from Delphick ridling . He too , that did in Tragicke Verse contend For the vile Goat , soone after forth did send The rough rude Satyrs naked , and would trye , Though sower , with safety of his gravity , 315 How he could jest ; because he mark't & saw The free spectators subject to no law , Having well eate and drunke : the Rites being done , Were to be staid with softnesses , and wonne With something , that was acceptably new . Yet so the scoffing Satyrs to mens view , And so their pratling to present were best , And so to turne our earnest into jest , As neither any god , be brought in there , Or semi-god , that late was seene to weare 325 A royall Crown , and Scarlet , be made hop With poore base termes , through every baser shop : Or , whilst he shuns the earth , to catch the aire , And empty clouds . For Tragedy is faire , And farre unworthy to blurt out light Rimes ; 330 But , as a Matron drawne at solemne times To dance , so she should , shame-fac'd , differ farre From what th'obsceene , and petulant Satyres are . Nor I , when I write Satyres , will so love Plaine phrase , my Piso's , as alone t' approve 335 Meere raigning words : nor will I labour so Quite from all face of Tragedy to goe , As not make difference whether Davus speake , And the bold Pythias , having cheated weake Simo , and of a talent cleans'd his purse ; 340 Or old Silenus , Bacchus Guard , and nurse . I can , out of knowne stuffe , a Fable frame , And so , as every man may hope the same : Yet he that offers at it , may sweat much , And toyle in vaine : the excellence is such 345 Of order , and connexion ; so much grace There comes sometimes to things of meanest place ; But let the Faunes , drawne from the groves beware , Be I their judge , they doe at no time dare , Like men Town-born , and neare the place rehearse , 350 Or play young tricks in over-wanton verse ; Or cracke out shamefull speeches , or uncleane . The Roman Gentry ; men of birth , and meane , Take just offence at this : nor , though it strike Him that buyes Pulse there , or perhaps may like 355 The nut-crackers throughout , will they therfore Receive , or give it any Crowne the more . Two rests , a short & long , th'Iambicke frame , A foote , whose swiftnesse gave the verse the name Of Trimeter , when yet it was sixe-pac'd , 360 But meere Iambicks all , from first to last . Nor is 't long since they did with patience take Into their Birth-right , and for fitnesse sake , The steady Spondoees ; so themselves to beare More slow , and come more weighty to the eare : 365 Provided , ne're to yield , in any case Of fellowship , the fourth , or second place . This foote yet in the famous Trimeters Of Accius , and Ennius , rare appeares ; So rare as with some taxe it doth engage 370 Those heavy verses sent so to the stage Of too much hast , and negligence in part , Or a worse crime , the ignorance of art : But every Judge hath not the faculty To note , in Poëms breach of harmony ; 375 And there is given too unworthy leave To Roman Poets : shall I therefore weave My verse at randome , and licentiously ? Or rather thinking all my faults may spy , Grow a safe Writer , and be wary-driven 380 Within the hope of having all forgiven . 't is cleare , this way I have got off from blame , But in conclusion merited no fame . Take you the Greeks examples , for your light , In hand , and turne them over , day , and night : 385 Your Ancestors , old Plautus numbers prais'd , And jests , and both to admiration rais'd ; Too patiently , that I not fondly say ; If either you , or I know any way . To part scurrility from wit : or can 390 A lawfull Verse , by th' eare , or finger scan . Thespis is said to be the first , found out The Tragoedy , and carried it about , Till then unknowne , in Carts , wherein did ride Those that did sing , and act : their faces dy'd 395 With lees of Wine . Next Aeschilus more late Brought in the visor , and the robe of state , Built a small timber'd stage , and taught them talke Lofty , and great ; and in the ●uskin walk . To these succeeded the old Comoedy , 400 And not without much praise ; till liberty Fell into fault so farre , as now they saw Her force was fit to be restrain'd by law : Which law receiv'd , the Chorus held his peace , His power of fowly hurting made to cease . 405 Our Poets , too , left nought unproved here : Nor did they merit the lesse Crowne to weare , In daring to forsake the Graecian Tracts , And celebrating their owne home-born facts : Whether the guarded Tragoedy they wrought , 410 Or 't were the gowned Comoedy they taught . Nor had our Italy more glorious bin In vertue , and renowne of Armes , than in Her language , if the stay , and care t' have mended Had not our every Poet like offended . 415 But you , Pompilius off-spring spare you not To taxe that Verse , which many a day and blot Have not kept in , and ( least perfection faile ) Not , ten times o're , corrected to the naile . Because Democritus believes a wit 420 Happier than wretched Art , and doth by it Exclude all sober Poets from their share In Helicon ; a great sort will not pare Their nails , nor shave their beards , but seek by-paths In secret places , flee the publick baths . 425 For so , they shall not onely gaine the worth , But fame of Poets , if they can come forth , And from the Barber Licinus conceale The head that three Anticira's cannot heale . O● , left-witted , that purge every spring 430 For Choler ! if I did not , none could bring Our better Poems : but I cannot buy My title at their rate . I had rather , I , Be like a whetstone , that an edge can put On steele , though 't selfe be dull , and cannot cut . 435 I , writing nought my selfe , will teach them yet Their charge , and office , whence their wealth to fit : What nourisheth , what formed , what begot The Poet , what becommeth , and what not : Whether truth will , and whether errour bring . 440 The very root of writing well , and spring Is to be wise , thy matter first to know , Which the Socratick writing best can show : And , where the matter is provided still , There words will never follow 'gainst their will . 445 He , that hath studied well the debt , and knowes What to his Country , what his friends he owes , What height of love a Parent will fit best , What brethren , what a stranger , and his guest , Can tell a States-mans duty , what the Arts 450 And office of a Judge are , what the parts Of a brave Chiefe sent to the warres , he can Indeed give fitting dues to every man . And I still bid the learned maker look On life , and manners , and make those his booke : 455 Thence draw forth true expressions , for somtimes , A Poëm , of no grace , waight , art in Rimes With specious places , and being humour'd right , More strongly takes the people with delight , And better stayes them there than all fine noyse 460 Of empty Verses , and meere tinckling toyes . The Muse that onely gave the Greeks a wit But a well compass'd mouth to utter it , Being men were covetous of nought but praise . Our Roman youthes they learne more thriving wayes 465 How to divide into a hundred parts , A pound , or piece , by their long counting Arts ; There 's Albin's sonne will say , substract an ounce From the five ounces , what remaines ? pronounce A third of twelve , you may : foure ounces : Glad , 470 He cryes , good boy , thou 'lt keep thine owne : now adde An Ounce , what makes it then ? the halfe pound just , Sixe ounces : O , when once the canker'd rust , And care of getting thus our minds hath stain'd Thinke we , or hope , there can be verses feign'd 475 In juyce of Caedar worthy to be steep'd , And in smooth Cypresse boxes to be keep'd ? Poets would either profit , or delight , Or mixing sweet , and fit , teach life the right . Be briefe in what thou wouldst command , that so . 480 The docill mind may soon thy precepts know , And hold them faithfully ; for nothing rests But flowes out , that ore swelleth in full brests . Let what thou feign'st for pleasure sake , be neare The truth ; nor let thy Fable think , what e're 485 It would , must be : lest it alive would draw The child , when Lamia ' has din'd , out of her maw , The Poëms voyd of profit , our grave men Cast out by voyces ; want they pleasure , then Our gallants give them none , but passe them by : 490 But he hath every suffrage can apply Sweet mix'd with foure , to his reader , so As doctrine and delight together goe . This book will get thee Socij money ; this Will passe the Seas ; and long as Nature is 495 With honour make the far-known Author live . There are yet faults , which we would well forgive , For , neither doth the string still yield that sound , The hand , and mind would ; but it will rebound Oft-times a sharp , when we require a flat : 500 Nor alwayes doth the loosed bow hit that Which it doth threaten : Therefore , where I see Much in a Poëm shine , I will not be Offended with few spots , which negligence Hath shed , or humane frailty not kept thence . 505 How then ? why , as a Scrivener , if h'offend Still in the same , and warned , will not mend , Deserves no pardon ; or who 'd play and sing Is laught at , that still jarreth in one string : So he that flaggeth much , becomes to me 510 A Choerilus , in whom if I but see Twice , or thrice good , I wonder : but am more Angry , if once I heare good Homer snore . Though I confesse , that , in a long work , sleep May , with some right , upon an Author creep . 515 As Painting , so is Poësie : some mans hand Will take you more , the nearer that you stand ; As some the farther off : this loves the dark . This , fearing not the subtlest Judges mark Will in the light be view'd : this , once , the sight 520 Doth please , this ten times over will delight . You Sir , the elder brother , though you are Informed rightly , by your Fathers care , And , of your selfe too understand ; yet mind This saying : to some things there is assign'd 525 A meane , and tolleration , which doth well , There may a Lawyer be , may not excell ; Or pleader at the Barre ; that may come short Of eloquent Mesalla's powers in Court ; Or knowes not what Cassellius Aulus can 530 Yet , there 's a value given to this man . But neither men , nor gods , not Pillars meant Poets should ever be indifferent . As jarring Musick doth at jolly feasts , Or thick grosse oyntment but offend the guests . 535 Poppy , with hony of Sardus ; 'cause without These , the glad Meal , might have bin wel drawn out ; So any Poëm fancy'd , or forth-brought To bettering of the mind of man in ought , If ne're so little it depart the first , 540 And highest ; it sinketh to the lowest , & worst . He that not knowes the games , nor how to use The Armes in Mars , his field , he doth refuse ; Or who 's unskilfull at the Coyt , or Ball , Or trundling wheele , he can sit still from all : 545 Lest the throng'd rings should a free laughter take : Yet who 's most ignorant , dares Verses make . Why not ; being honest , and free-borne , doth hate Vice , and is knowne to have a Knights estate . Thou , such thy judgement is , thy knowledge too , Wilt nothing against Nature speak , or doe : But , if hereafter thou shalt write , not feare To send it to be judg'd by Metius care , And to your fathers , and to mine ; thought be Nine yeares kept by : your papers in , y' are free 555 To change , & mend , what you not forth do set . The word once out , never returned yet . Orpheus , a Priest , and speaker for the gods , First frighted men , that wildly liv'd in woods , From slaughters , and foule life ; and for the same Was Tygers said , and Lyons fierce to tame : 560 Amphion too , that built the Theban towers , Was said to move the stones by his Lutes powers , And lead them with his soft songs , where he would : This was the wisedome that they had of old , Things sacred from prophane to separate ; 565 The publicke from the private ; to abate Wild ranging lusts , prescribe the marriage good , Build townes , and carve the lawes in leaves of wood . And thus at first , an honour , and a name To divine Poets , and their verses came . 570 Next these , great Homer , and Tyrtaeus set On edge the Masculine spirits , and did whet Their minds to wars , with rimes they did rehearse : The Oracles too were given out in verse ; All way of life was shewn ; the grace of Kings 575 Attempted by the Muses tunes , and strings : Playes were found out ; the rest , the end , & crowne Of their long labours , was in verse set downe . Lest of the finger Apollo , and Muses fam'd Upon the Lyre , thou chance to be asham'd . 580 't is now inquir'd which makes the nobler verses Nature , or Art. My judgement will not pierce Into the profits , what a meer rude braine Can , or all toyle , without a wealthy vaine : So doth the one , the others helpe require , 585 And friendly should unto their end conspire . He that 's ambitious in the race to touch The wished Goale , both did and suffered much While he was young : he sweat , and freez'd again , And both from wine and women did abstaine . 590 Who now to sing the Pythian Rites is heard , Did learne them first , and once a Master feard . But , now , it is enough to say , I make An admirable verse : the great Scab take Him that is last , I scorne to be behind , 595 Or , of the things , that ne're came in my mind , Once say I 'me ignorant : just as a Cryer , That to the sale of wares calls every buyer , So doth the Poet , that is rich in Land , Or wealthy in monyes out at use , command 600 His praisers to their gaine : but say he can Make a greate Supper , or for some poore man Will be a surety , or can helpe him out Of an intangling suit , or bring 't about , I wonder how this happy man should know , 605 Whether his soothing friend speake truth , or no . But , you , my Piso , carefully beware , Whether y' are given to , or giver are , You doe not bring to judge your verses one With joy of what is given him over-gone : 610 For he 'le cry good , brave , better , excellent ! Look pale , distill a dew was never meant Out at his friendly eyes , leap , beat the ground ! As those that hir'd to weep at funeralls sound , Cry , and doe more than the true mourners , so 615 The scoffer , the true prayser doth out-goe . Great men are said with many cups to plye , And rack with wine the man whom they would try , If of their friendship to be worthy , or no ; When you make verses , with your judge doe so : Looke through him , and be sure you take no mocks 620 For praises , where the mind harbours a Fo●e . If to Quinctilius you recited ought , He 'd say mend this my friend , and this , 't is nought . If you deny'd , you had no better straine , 625 And twice , or thrice assay'd it , but in vain ; He 'd bid blot all ; and to the Anvill bring Those ill-torn'd verses to new hammering . Then , if your fault you rather had defend Then change ; no word nor work more would he spend 630 In vaine , but you , and yours you should love still Alone , without a rivall at your will . A good and wise man will crye open shame On artlesse Verse ; the hard ones he will blame : Blot out the carelesse with his turned pen ; 635 Cut off superfluous ornaments ; and , when They 're dark , bid cleare 'hem ; al that s doubtful wrote Dispute ; and what is to be changed , note : Become an Aristarchus : And , not say , Why should I grieve a friend this trifling way ? These trifles into serious mischiefs lead The man once mock'd , and suffered wrong to tread . Those that are wise , a furious Poet feare , And flye to touch him , as a man that were Infected with the Leprosie , or had 645 The yellow jaundis , or were truely mad , Under the angry Moon : but then the boyes They vexe , and carelesse follow him with noise . This , while he belcheth lofty Verses out , And stalketh , like a Fowler , round about , 650 Busie to catch a Black-bird ; if he fall Into a pit , or hole , although he call And crye aloud , helpe gentle Country-men ; There 's none will take the care to help him , then , For , if one should , and with a rope make hast 655 To let it downe , who knowes , if he did cast Himselfe there purposely , or no ; and would Not thence be sav'd , although indeed he could ; I le tell you but the death , and the disease Of the Sycilian Poet , Empedocles ; 660 He , while he labour'd to be thought a god , Immortall , took a melancholick , odd Conceipt , and into burning Aetna leap't : Let Poets perish that will not be kept . He that preserves a man against his will , Doth the same thing with him that would him kill . Nor did he doe this , once ; if yet you can Now , bring him backe , he 'le be no more a man , Or love of this his famous death lay by . Here 's one makes verses , but there 's none knows why : 670 Whether h hath pissed upon his Fathers grave : Or the sad thunder-strucken thing he have , Polluted , touch't : but certainly he 's mad : And as a Beare , if he the strength but had To force the Grates that hold him in , would fright 675 All ; so this grievous writer puts to flight Learn'd , and unlearn'd ; holdeth whom once he takes ; And there an end of him with reading makes : Not letting goe the skin , where he drawes food , Till , horse-leech like , he drop off , full of blood . FINIS .

Ben : Ionson's Execration AGAINST WLCAN .

LONDON : Printed by J. Okes , for J. Benson , and are to bee sold at his shop in St. Dunstans Church-yard in Fleet-street . 1640.

Ben : Ionson's Execration AGAINST WLCAN . ANd why to me this ; ( thou lame god of fire ) What have I done , that might call on thin ire ? Or urge thy greedy flames , thus to devoure So many my years labours in one houre ! I ne're attempted ought against thy life , Nor made least line of love to thy loose wife : Or in remembrance of thy affront and scorne , With clowns and tradesmen kept thee clos'd in horne : 't was Jupiter that hurl'd thee headlong downe , And Mars that gave thee a Lanthorne for a Crowne . Was it because thou wert of old deny'd , By Jove , to have Minerva for thy Bride , That since thou tak'st all envious care and paine , To ruine every issue of her braine ? Had I wrot Treason there , or Heresie , Impostures , Witch-craft , Charmes , or Blasphemy , I had deserv'd then thy consuming looks , Perhaps to have beene burned with my books : But on thy malice tell me , didst thou spye . Any least loose , or scurrill paper lye Conceal'd , or kept there ; that was fit to be , By thy owne vote , a Sacrifice to thee ? Did I there wound the honour of the Crowne ? Or taxe the glory of the Church , or Gowne ? Itch to defame the State , or brand the Times , And my selfe most in lewd selfe-boasting Rimes ? If none of these , why then this fire ? or find A cause before , or leave me one behind , Had I compil'd from Amadis de Gaule Th' Esplandians , Arthurs , Palmarins , and all The learned Library of Don Quixot , And so some goodlier Monster had begot : Or spunne out Riddles , or weav'd fifty Tomes Of Logographes , or curious Palindromes ; Or pump'd for those hard trifles , Anagrams , Or Ecrosticks , or your finer flames Of Egges , and Halbards , Cradles , and a Herse , A paire of Sizers , and a Combe in verse ; Acrosticks , and Tellesticks , or jumpe names , Thou then hadst had some colour for thy flames , On such my serious follies : But thou 'lt say , There were some pieces of as base a Lay , And as false stampe there : parcells of a Play . Fitter to see the fire-light , than the day : Adulterate moneys , such as would not goe , Thou shouldst have stay'd , till publicke Fame said so . She is the Judge , thou Executioner : Or if thou needs wilt trench upon her power , Thou mightst have yet enjoy'd thy cruelty , With some more thirst , and more variety ! Thou mightst , have had me perish piece by piece , To light Tobacco , or save roasted Geese , Sing'd Capons , or crispe Pigges , dropping their eyes , Condemn'd them to the Ovens with the Pies ; And so have kept me dying a whole age , Not ravish'd all hence in a minuts rage : But that s the mark whereof thy right doth boast , To sow Consumption every where thou go'st . Had I fore-knowne of this thy least desire , T' have held a triumph , or a feast of fire ; Especially in paper , that that steame Had tickled thy large nostrills , many a Reame , To redeem mine , I had sent in , enough Thou shouldst have cryed , and all beene proper stuffe . The Talmond and the Alcaron had come With pieces of the Legend : the whole summe Of Errant Knight-hood , with their Dames and Dwarffes , The charmed Boats , and their inchanted Wharffes : The Tristrams , Lancelots , Turpins , and the Peeres , All the mad Rowlands , and sweet Olivers , With Merlins Marvailes , and his Caballs Losse , With the Chimera , of the Rosie Crosse , Their Charmes , their Characters , Hermetick Rings , Their Jems of Riches , and bright stone that brings Invisibility , and Strength , and Tongues , The art of kindling the true Cole be Lungs . With Nicholas Pasquills , meddle with your match , And the strong Lines that doe the times so catch : Our Captaine Pamphlets Horse and foot that salley , Upon the Exchange still out of Popes-head Alley , The weekly Currants , with Pauls Seale , and all The admir'd Discourses of the Prophet Baal : These ( hadst thou pleas'd either to dine , or sup ) Had made a meale for Vulcan to licke up . But in my Desk , what was there to excite So ravenous and vast an appetite ? I dare not say a Body , but some parts There were of search and mystery in the Arts : And the old Venusine in Poëtry , And lighted by the Stagarite , could spy , Was there made English , with a Grammer too , To teach some that , their Nurses could not doe ; The purity of Language : and ( among The rest ) my journey into Scotland Sung , With all the adventures : three Books not afraid To speak the Fate of the Sycilian maid For our owne Ladyes : And in story there Of our fift Henry , eight of his nine yeare . In which was Oyle , besides the succours spent , Which Noble Cotton , Carew , Selden sent . And twice twelve years Stor'd-up-humanitie , And humble gleanings in Divinitie , After the Fathers ; and those wiser guides , Whom Faction had not drawne to study sides . How in these ruines Vulcan dost thou lurke : All ●oot and Embers , odious , as thy worke ? I now begin to doubt , if ever grace Or goddesse could be patient at thy face . Thou woe Minerva , or to wit aspire , Cause thou canst halt with us in Art , and Fire . Son of the Wind ; for so thy Mother gone With Lust conceiv'd thee , Father thou hadst none : When thou wert borne , and that thou lookst at best , She durst not kisse , but flung thee from her brest . And so did Jove , who ne're meant thee his cup : No mar'le the Clowns of Lemnos took thee up . For none but Smiths would have made thee a god , Some Alchymist there may be yet , or odd : Squire of the Squibs against the Pageant day , May to thy name a Vulcanale say , And for it lose his eyes by Gun-powder , As the other may his brains by Quick-silver : Well fare the wise men yet on the Banks-side , ( Our friends the Water-men ) they could provide Against thy fury , when to serve their needs , They made a Vulcan on a sheafe of Reeds . Whom they durst handle in their holy-day coats , And safely trust to dresse , not burne their Boats : But oh these Reeds , thy meere disdaine of them , Made thee beget that cruell stratagem : ( Which some are pleas'd to stile , but thy mad pranke ) Against the Globe , the glory of the banke , Which though it were the Fort of the whole parish , Fenc'd with a ditch , and forc'd out of a Marish : I saw with two poore Chambers taken in , And rais'd e're thought could urge : this might have bin . See the Worlds ruines , nothing but the piles Left , and wit since to cover it with tiles ; The brethren they straight nos'd it out for newes , 'T was verily some relique of the Stewes : And this a sparkle of that fire let loose , That was rak'd up in th' Winchestrian Goose , Bred on the banke in time of Popery , When Venus there maintain'd the mystery : But others fell with that conceit by th' eares , 't was verily a threatning to the Beares ; And that accursed ground , the Paris Garden : Nay , ( sigh'd a sister ) 't was the Nun Kate Arden Kindled the fire : but then did one returne ; No foole would his owne harvest spoile , or burne ; If that were so , thou rather wouldst advance The place that was thy wives inheritance . O no , cry'd all , Fortune , for being a whore , Scapt not his justice any jot the more . He burnt that Idoll of the Revells too : Nay let White-hall with Revells have to doe , Though but in Dances , it shall know thy power , There was a judgement too shew'd in an houre ; He was right Vulcan still , he did not spare Troy , though it were so much thy Venus care : Foole wilt thou let that in example come ? Did she not save from thence to build a Rome ? And what hast thou done in these petty spights , More than advanc'd the houses , and their Rites , I will not argue thee from them of guilt , For they were burnt but to be better built : T is true , that in thy wish they were destroy'd , Which thou hast onely vented , not enjoy'd . So wouldst th' have run upon the Roles by stealth , And didst invade part of the Common-wealth : In those Records ( which were our Chroniclers gone ) Would be remembred by sixe Clerks to one . But say all sixe good men , what answer yee , Lye● there no Writ out of the Chancerie Against this Vulcan ? no Injunction ? No Orders ? No Decree ? though we be gone At Common Law , me thinks in his despight , A Court of Equity should doe us right . But to confine him to the Brew-houses , The Glasse-house : Dye-fats , and their Furnaces : To live in Sea-coale ; and goe out in smoak : Or least that vapour might the City choak , Confine him to some Brickhills , or some Hill . Foot out in Sussex to an Iron-mill : Or in small Faggots have him blaze about Vile Taverns , and the drunkards pisse him out : Or in the Bell-mans Lanthorne , like a spye , Waste to a snuffe , and then stink out and dye : I could invent a sentence yet more worse , But I le conclude all in a civill curse : Pox on your Flame-ship ( Vulcan ) if it be To all as fatall as t' hath bin to me , And to Pauls steeple , which had bin to us 'Bove all your fire-works , had at Ephesus , Or Alexandria , which ( though a Divine Losse , yet ) remains as unrepair'd as mine : Would you had kept your Forge at Aetna still , And there made Swords , Bills , Glaves , and Armes your fill ; Maintain'd a trade at Bilbo , or elsewhere . Struck in at Millane with the Cutlers there : And staid but where the Frier and you first met , That from the Devills Arse did Guns beget : Or fixt in the Low-Countries , where you might On both sides doe your mischiefs with delight : Blow up and ruine , Mine , and Counter-mine , Use your Petards , and Granads , all your fine Engines of murther , and enjoy the praise Of Massacring Man-kind so many wayes : We aske your absence here , we all love peace And pray the fruits thereof , and the increase ; So doth the King , and most of the Kings men That have good places : therefore once agen Poxe on thee Vulcan ; thy Pandora's poxe , And all the ills that flew out of her Boxe Light on thee : or if those plagues will not doe , Thy wives poxe take thee , and Besse Braughtons too . FINIS .

The Masque OF THE GYPSIES .

Written by BEN : JONSON .

LONDON : Printed by J. Okes , for J. Benson , and are to bee sold at his shop in St. Dunstans Church-yard in Fleet-street . 1640.

The Masque of THE GYPSIES . At the Kings Entrance . IF for our thoughts there could but speech be found , And all that speech be uttred in one sound , So that some power above us would afford The meanes to make a language of a word , It should be welcome ; in that onely voyce We would receive , reteine , enjoy , rejoyce , And all affects of love , and life , dispence , Till it were cald a copious eloquence ; For should we vent our spirits , now you are come In other sillables , were as be dumbe . Welcome , O welcome then , and enter here The house your bounty built , and still doth reare , With those high favours , and those heap't increases , Which shews a hand not griev'd , but when it ceases . The Master is your creature ; as the place ; And every good about him is your grace : Whom , though he stand by silent , think not rude , But as a man turn'd all to gratitude , For what he ne're can hope how to restore , Since while he meditates one , you poure on more . Vouchsafe to thinke he onely is opprest With their abundance , not that in his brest His powers are stupid grown ; for please you enter Him , and his house , and search him to the center , You 'l find within , no thanks , or vowes , there shorter , For having trusted thus much to his Porter .
The GYPSIES Metamorphos'd . Enter a GYPSIE , leading a Horse laden with five little Children , bound in a trace of Scarffes upon him : a second leading another horse , laden with stolne Poultry , &c. The first leading Gypsy speaks , being the JACKMAN .

ROome for the five Princes of Aegypt , mounted all upon one horse , like the four sons of Ammon , to make the miracle the more by a head , if it may be : Gaze upon them , as on the Off-spring of Ptolemy , begotten upon severall Cleopatra's in their severall Countyes ; especially on this brave sparke , strook out of Flint-shire , upon Iustice Juggs daughter , then Sheriffe of the County , who running away with a Kinsman of our Captains , and her Father pursuing to the marches , he great with Iustice , she with Iuggling , they were both for the same time turn'd stone , upon the sight of each other in Chester , till at the last ( see the Wonder ) a Iugg of the Towne Ale reconciling them , the memoriall of both their gravities , his in beard , and hers in belly , hath remained ever since preserv'd in picture , upon the most stone Iuggs in the Kingdome . The famous Impe yet grew a wretchocke , and though for seven yeares together he was carefully carried at his Mothers back , rock'd in a Cradle of Welch Cheese , like a Maggot , and there fed with broken Beer , and blown wine of the best , daily , yet lookes he as if he never saw his Quinguinever : 't is true , he can thred Needles on horse-backe , or draw a yard of Inkle through his nose ; but what 's that to a growne Gypsie , one of the blood , and of his time , if he had thriv'd ? Therefore ( till with his painfull Progenitors , he be able to beate it on the hoofe to the bene bouse , or the stauling Ken , to nip a lan , or clye the Tarke ) 't is thought fit he march in the Infants Equipage , With the Convoy , Cheats , and pe●kage , Out of clutch of Harman-beckagesTo Harman-beckagesTo the Libkins at the Cruckmans , O● some skipper of the Black-mans .

2 GYPSIE . WHere the Cacklers , but no Grunters Shall uncas'd be for the Hunters ; Those we still must keep alive , I , and put them forth to thrive , In the Parkes and in the Chases , And the finer walled places , As St. Jamses , Greenwitch , Tibals , Where the Akorns plumpe as Chiballs , Soone shall change both kind and name , And proclaime 'hem the Kings game ; So the act no harme may be Unto their keeper Barnabee : It will prove as good a service As did ever Gypsie Gervice , Or our Captaine Charles , the tall man , And a part too of our Salmon . JACKMAN .

IF here we be a little obscure , it is our pleasure , for rather than we will offer to be our owne Interpreters , we are resolv'd not to bee understood : yet if any man doe doubt of the significancy of the Language , we referre him to the third Volume of reports : set forth by the learned in the Lawes of Canting , and published in the Gypsie tongue . Give me my Guittara : and roome for our Chiefe .

Dance 1. The Captaine danceth forth with sixe more to a stand . After which the Jackman Sings . Song . 1. FRom the famous Peak of Darby , And the Devills-Arse there hard by , Where we yearely keep our musters , Thus th' Aegyptians throng in clusters . Be not frighted with our fashion , Though we seeme a tatter'd Nation ; We account our ragges our riches , So our tricks exceed our stitches . Give us Bacon , rinds of Walnuts , Shells of Cockles , or of small-nuts , Ribbands , Bells , and Saffron'd Linnen , All the world is ours to winne in . Knacks we have that will delight you , Slights of hand that will invite you , To endure our tawny faces , And not cause you cut your laces . All your fortunes we can tell yee , Be they for the backe , or belly : In the Moods too , and the Tenses , That may fit your fine five sences . Draw but then your Gloves we pray you , And sit still , we will not fray you , For though we be here at Burly , We'd be loath to make a Hurly . PATRICO . STay my sweet singer , The touch of thy finger A little , and linger For me , that am bringer Of bound to the border The Rule , and Recorder , And mouth of your order : As Priest of the game , And Prelate of the same . There 's a Gentry Cove here , Is the top of the shire , Of the Beaver-Ken , A man amongst men : Yee neede not to feare , I 've an eye , and an eare , That turnes here and there , To looke to our geere : Some say that there be One or two , if not three , That are greater than he . And for the Room-morts , I know by their Ports , And jolly resorts They are of the sorts That love the true sports , Of King Ptolomaeus , Our great Coryphaeus , And Queen Cleopatra , The Gypsies grand-matra , Then if we shall sharke it , Here Faire is , and Market . Leave Pig by , and Goose , And play fast , and loose , A short cut , and long , With ( ever and among ) Some inch of a Song , Pythagoras lot , Drawne out of a pot ; With what sayes Alchindus , And Pharaotes Indus . Iohn de Indagine , With all their Pagina , Faces and Palmistry , And this is all mystery . Lay by your wimbles , Your boring for thimbles , Or using your nimbles In diving the Pockets , And sounding the sockets Of semper-the-Cockets , Or angling the purses Of such as will curse us . But in the strict duell Be merry , and cruell , Strike faire at some Jewell , That mint may accrue well , For that is the fuell To make the Tuns brew'ell , And the pot ring well , And the Braine sing well , Which we may bring , well About , by a string well , And doe the thing well . It is but a straine Of true Legerdemaine , Once , twice , and againe . Or what will you say now , If with our fine play now , Our Knackets , and Dances , We worke on the fancies Of some o' these Nancies , These Trickets , and Tripsies , And make 'hem turn Gipsies . Here 's no Justice Lippus Will seeke for to nip us In Crampring , or Cippus , And then for to strip us , And after to whip us . His Iustice to varry , While here we doe tarry . But be wise and wary And we may both carry The Kate , and the Mary , And all the bright Aery Away to the Quarry , If our brave Ptolomee Will but say follow me . 3 GYPSIE . CAptaine , if ever at the bouzing Ken , You have in drops of Darby drill'd your men ; And we have serv'd thee armed all in Ale , With the brown bowle , and charged in Bragot stale : If muster'd thus , and disciplin'd in drink , In our strict watches we did never wink , But , so commanded by you , kept our station , As we preserv'd our selves a loyall nation : And never did yet branch of statute break , Made in your famous Palace of the Peak : If we have deem'd that Mutton , Lamb , or Veale , Chick , Capon , Turkey , sweetest we did steale , As being by our Magna Charta taught , To judge no viands wholsome that are bought : If for our Linnen we still us'd the lift , And with the hedge , ( our trades-increase ) made shift , And ever at your solemne feasts and calls , We have beene ready with th' Aegyptian brawles , To set Kit Callot forth in Prose or Rime , Or who was Cleopatra for the time : If we have done this , that , more , such , or so ; Now lend your eare but to the Patrico . CAPTAINE . Well , dance another straine , and we 'le think how , 1 GYPSIE . Meane time in song doe you conceive some vow ,
Dance 2. Song 2. THe faiery beame upon you , The starres to glister on you , A Moone of light , In the Noone of night , Till the Fire-Drake hath o're-gone you . The Wheele of Fortune guide you , The Boy with the Bow beside you , Runne aye in the way Till the Bird of day , And the luckyer lot betide you . Captaine goes up to the King . BLesse my sweet Masters , the old and the yong From the gall of the heart , and the stroak of the tongue . With you , lucky bird , I begin ; let me see , I aime 〈◇〉 the best , and I troe you are hee . Here 's some luck already ; if I understand The grounds of my art , here 's a gentlemans hand , I le kisse it for lucks sake ; you should by this time Love a horse , and a hound , but no part of a swine , To hunt the brave Stagge , not so much for the food , As the weale of the body , & the health of the blood . You are a man of good means , and have Territorie store , Both by sea ; and by land , but were born sir to more . Which you like a Lord , and the Prince of your peace , Content with your havings , despise to encrease . You are no great wencher , I see by your Table , Although your mons veneris sayes you are able . You live chast , and single , and have buried your wife , And meane not to marry by the line of your life ; Whence he that conjecture your quality , learns , You are an honest good man , and have care of your Barnes . Your Mercuries hill too , a wit doth betoken . Some book-craft you have , & are pretty wel spoken . But stay in your Iupiters mount , what 's here ? A King a Monarch ; what wonders appeare ! High , Bountifu l Just : a Iove for your parts , A Master of men , and that Reigne in their hearts I le tell it my traine , And come to you againe . Song 3. TO the old , long life and treasure , To the young , all health and pleasure To the faire their face With eternall grace , And the foule to be lov'd at leisure . To the witty all cleare mirrours , To the foolish their darke errours ; To the loving sprite , A secure delight , To the jealous his owne false terrours . After which the Kings fortune is pursued by the Captaine . COuld any doubt that saw this hand , Or who you are , or what command You have upon the fate of things , Or would not say you were let downe From Heaven , on earth to be the Crowne , And top of all your neighbour Kings . To see the wayes of truth you take , To ballance businesse , and to make All Christian differences cease , Or till the quarrell , and the cause You can compose to give them lawes , As Arbiter of warre and Peace . For this , of all the world you shall Be stiled Iames the just and all Their states dispose , their sons & daughters , And for your fortunes you alone , Among them all shall worke your owne , By peace , and not by humane slaughters . But why doe I presume , though true , To tell a fortune sir , unto you , Who are the maker here of all ; Where none doe stand , or sit in view , But owe their Forrune unto you , At least what they good fortunes call ? My selfe a Gipsie here doe shine , Yet are you maker sir , of mine . Oh that confession could content So high a bounty that doth know No part of motion , but to flow , And giving never to repent . May still the matter waite your hand , That it not feele , or stay , or stand , But all desert still over-charge . And may your goodnesse ever finde , In me whom you have made , a minde , As thankfull as your owne is large .
Dance 3. 2 Straine . After which , the Princes Fortune is offered at by the 2 GYPSIE . AS my Captaine hath begun With the Sire , I take the Son , Your hand Sir . Of your fortune be secure , Love , and she , are both at your Command Sir . See what Starres are here at strife , Who shall tender you a wife , A brave one ; And a fitter for a man , Then is offer'd here , you can - Not have one . She is sister of a Starre , One the noblest now that are , Bright Hesper . Whom the Indians in the East , Phosphore call , and in the West , Hight Vesper . Courses even with the Sunne , Doth her mighty brother runne , For splendor . What can to the marriage night , More then morne , and evening light Attend her ? Save the promise before day , Of a little Iames to play Hereafter . Twixt his Grandsires knees and move All the pretty wayes of love , And laughter . Whil'st with care you strive to please , In your giving his cares ease , And labours ; And by being long the ayd Of the Empire , make afrayd Ill neighbours . Till your selfe shall come to see What we wish , yet farre to be Attending . For it skills not when , or where That beginnes , which cannot feare An ending Since your name in peace , or warres , Nought shall bound untill the starres up take you .
2 Dance . Straine 3. After which , the Lady Marquesse Buckinghams by the 3 GYPSIE . HUrle after an old shooe , I le be merry what e're I doe , Though I keepe no time , My words shall chyme , I le overtake the sense with a rime . Face of a Rose , I pray thee d●pose Some smal piece of silver : It shal be no losse , But onely to make the signe of the Crosse ; If your hand you hollow , Good fortune will follow . I sweare by these ten , You shall have it agen , I doe not say when . But Lady , either I am tipsie , Or you are to fall in love with a Gypsie . Blush not Dame Kate , For early , or late , I doe assure you it will be your fate ; Nor need you be once asham'd of it Madam , He 's as handsome a Man as ever was Adam , A man out of waxe , As a Lady would axe ; Yet he 's not to wed yee , H' has enjoy'd you alreadie , And I hope he has sped yee . A dainty young fellow , And though you looke yellow , He never will be jealous , But love you most zealous . Ther 's never a line in your hand , but doth tell us , And you are a soule , so white , and so chaste , A table so smooth , and so newly ra'ste , As nothing cald foule , Dare approach with a blot , Or any least spot ; But still you controule , Or make your owne lot , Preserving love pure as it first was begot : But Dame I must tell yee , The fruit of your bellie , Is that you must tender , And care so to render ; That as your selfe came In blood , and in name , From one house of fame , So that may remaine The glory of twaine .
2 Dance . Strain 4. After which , the Countesse of Rutlands , by the 3 GYPSIE . YOu sweet Lady have a hand too , And a fortune you may stand too , Both your brav'ry , and your bounty , Stile you Mistris of the County ; You will finde it from this night , Fortune shall forget her spight , And heape all the blessings on you , That she can poure out upon you : To be lov'd , where most you love , Is the worst that you shall prove ; And by him to be imbrac't , Who so long hath knowne you chaste , Wise , and faire ; whil'st you renew Joyes to him , and he to you : And when both your yeares are told , Neither thinke the other old . And the Countesse of Exeters by the PATRICO . MAdam we know of your comming so late , We could not well fit you a nobler fate , Then what you have ready made ; An old mans wife , Is the light of his life , A young one is but his shade . You will not importune , The change of your fortune ; For if you dare trust to my forecasting , 't is presently good ; and will be lasting .
Dance 2. Straine 5. After which , the Countesse of Buckinghams , by the 4 GYPSIE . YOur pardon Lady , here you stand , If some should judge you by your hand , The greatest Fellon in the Land Detected : I cannot tell you by what Arts , But you have stolne so many hearts , As they would make you at all parts Suspected . Your very face first , such a one , As being view'd it was alone , Too slippery to be lookt upon ; And threw men . But then your graces they were such , As none could e're behold too much ; Both ev'ry taste , and ev'ry touch So drew men . Still blest in all you thinke , or doe , Two of your sonnes are Gypsies too , You shall our Queene be , and he who Importunes The heart of either yours , or you ; And doth not wish both George , and Sue , And every Barne besides , all new Good fortunes . The Lady Purbecks , by the 2 GYPSIE . HElpe me wonder , here 's a booke , Where I would for ever look ; Never yet did Gypsie trace , Smoother lines in hand , or face : Venus here doth Saturne move , That you should be Queen of Love ; And the other starres consent , Onely Cupid's not content ; For though you the theft disguise , You have told him of his eyes : And to shew his envy further , Here he chargeth you with murther ; Sayes , although that at your fight He must all his torches light , Though your either cheeke discloses , Mingled bathes of Milke and Roses , Though your lips be bankes of blisses , Where he plants , and gathers kisses ; And your selfe the reason why , Wisest men for love may dye ; You will turne all hearts to tinder And shall make the world one Cinder . And the Lady Elizabeth Hattons by the 5 GYPSIE . MIstris of a fairer Table , Hath no History , nor Fable ; Others Fortunes may be showne , You are builder of your owne , And what ever Heav'n hath given you , You preserve the state still in you , That which time would have depart , Youth without the helpe of Art , You doe keepe still , and the glory Of your Sexe , is but your story . The Lord Chamberlaine , by the IACKMAN . THough you sir be Chamberlaine , I have a Key To open your Fortune a little by the way : You are a good man , Deny it that can ; And faithfull you are Deny it that dare . You know how to use your sword and your pen , And you love not alone the arts , but the men ; The Graces and Muses ev'ry where follow You , as you were their second Apollo ; Onely your hand here tells you to your face You have wanted one grace To performe , what has bin a right of your place ; For by this Line , which is Mars his Trench , You never yet help'd your Master to a Wench : is wel for your honour , he 's pious & chaste , Or you had most certainely bin displaste .
Dance 2. Straine 3. The Lord Keepers Fortune , by the PATRJCO . AS happy a Palme sir , as most i' the Land , It should be a pure , & an innocent hand ; And worthy the trust , For it sayes you 'll be just , And carry the purse , Without any curse Of the Publicke-weale , When you take out the Seale , You doe not appeare , A Judge of a yeare . I le venture my life , You never had wise , But I le venture my skill , You may when you will . You have the Kings Conscience too in your brest , And that 's a good guest ; Which you will have true touch of , And yet not make much of ; More then by truth your selfe forth to bring , The man that you are , for God , and the King . The Lord Treasurers fortune , by the 3 GYPSIE . I Come to borrow , and you 'll grant my demand sir ; Since t is for no money , pray lend mee your hand sir ; And yet this good hand ; if you please to stretch it , Had the Errant beene money , could easily fetch it ; You command the Kings Treasure , and yet on my soule You handle not much , for your palme is not foule , Your fortune is good , and will be to set The Office upright , and the King out of debt ; To put all that have Pensions soone out their paine , By bringing th'Exchequer in credit again . The Lord Privy-Seales , 2 GYPSIE . HOnest , and old , In those the good part of a fortune is God send you your health , The rest is provided ; honour , and we All which you possesse , Without the making of any man lesse , Nor neede you my warrant , enjoy it shall , For you haue a good Privy-Seale for it all The Earle Marshalls , 3 GYPSIE , NExt the great Master , who is the Donor , I read you here the preserver of honour , And spye it in all your singular parts , What a Father you are , and a Nurse of the Arts. By cherishing which , a way you have found , How the free to all , to one may be bound , And they againe love their bonds ; for to be Obliged to you , is the way to be free : But this is their fortune : Hark to your own , Yours shall be to make true Gentry knowne From the fictitious , not to prize blood So much by the greatnesse , as by the good : To shew and to open cleare vertue the way , Both whither she should , and how farre she may ; And whilst you doe judge twixt valour , and noyse , T'extinguish the race of the roaring boyes . The Lord Stewards , by the 4 GYPSIE . I Finde by this hand , You have the command Of the very best mans house i' the Land : Our Captaine , and wee , Ere long will see If you keepe a good table ; Your Master 's able . And here be bountifull Lines , that say , You 'll keep no part of his bounty away . Thus written to Franke , On your Venus banke ; To prove a false steward you 'll finde much adoe , Being a true one by blood , and by office too Lord Marquesse Hamiltons , by the 3 GYPSIE . ONely your Hand , and welcome to Court , Here is a man both for earnest , and sport . You were lately imploy'd , And your Master is joy'd , To have such in his traine , So well can sustaine His person abroad ; And not shrinke for the load : But had you beene here , You should have been a Gipsie I swear , Our Captaine had summon'd you by a Doxie , To whom you would not have answerd by Proxie , One , had shee come in the way of your Scepter , T is oddes , you had laid it by to have leapt her . The Earle of Buckclougs , by the PATRICO . A Hunter you have bin heretofore , And had game good store ; But ever you went Upon a new scent , And shifted your loves As often as they did their Smocks , or their Gloves . But since that your brave intendments are Now bent for the Warre , The world shall see You can constant bee , One Mistris to prove , And court her for your love . Pallas , shall be both your Sword , and your Gage ; Truth , beare your Shield , and fortune your Page .
Patr . WHy this is a sport , See it North , see it South , For the taste of the Court , Iack . For the Courts owne mouth . Come Windsor the Towne , With the Major , and oppose , Wee 'll put them all downe , Patr . Do — do — downe like my hose . A Gypsie in his shape , More calls the beholder , Then the fellow with the Ape . Iack . Or the Ape on his shoulder . H' is a sight that will take An old Judge from his wench , I , and keep him awake , Pat . Yes , awake on the Bench : And has so much worth , Though he sit i' the stocks , He will draw the Girles forth , Iack . I , forth i' their smocks . Tut , a man 's a man ; Let the Clownes with their Sluts , Come mend us if they can , Pat . If they can for their guts . Come mend us , come lend us , their shouts , and their noyse , Both . Like Thunder , and wonder at Ptolomies Boyes .
2 Dance . 6 Straine , which leads into Dance 3. During which , enter the Clownes , Cockrell , Clod , Townshed , to them PUPPY . Cock .

O The Lord ! what bee these Tom ! dost thou know ? come hither , come hither Dick , didst thou ever see such ? the finest Olive-coloured spirits : they have so danced and gingled here , as if they had bin a set of over-growne Fayries .

Clod .

They should bee Morris dancers by their gingle , but they have no Napkins .

Cock .

No , nor a Hobby horse .

Clod .

O , he 's often forgotten , that 's no rule , but there is no Maid-marrian , nor Friar amongst them , which is the surer marke .

Cock .

Nor a foole , that I see .

Clod .

Vnlesse they be all fooles .

Town .

Well said Tom Foole , why thou simple parish Asse thou , didst thou never see any Gypsies : these are a Covy of Gypsies , and the bravest new Covy that ever Constable flew at : Goodly ! Game Gypsies ! they are Gypsies o' this yeare , o' this Moone in my Conscience .

Clod .

O they are called the Moon-men , I remember now .

Cock .

One shall hardly see such Gentleman-like Gypsies , though under a hedge in a whole Summers day , if they be Gypsies .

Clod .

Male-Gypsies all ! not a Mort amongst them .

Pup .

Where , where , I could never endure the sight of one of these rogue Gypsies , which be they ? I would faine see ' hem .

Clod .

Yonder they are .

Pup .

They can Cant , and Mill , are they Masters in their Arts ?

Town .

No Batchellours these , they cannot have proceeded so farre , they have scarce had the time to be lowsie yet .

Pup .

All the better , I would be acquainted with them while they are in cleane life , they will doe their tricks the cleanlier .

Cock .

We must have some musick then .

Pup .

Musick ! we 'll have a whole poverty of Pipers , call Cheeks upon the Bag-pipes , & Tom Ticklefoot with his Tabor ; he could have mustred up the smocks o' th two shires ; and set the Cod pieces and they by the eares , I wusse , here 's my two-pence towards it : Clod will you gather the Pipe money ?

Clod .

I le gather't an you will , but I le give none .

Pup .

Why well said ; claw a Churle by the Arse , and he will shite in your fift .

Cock .

I , or whistle to a Jade , and he 'le pay you with a fart .

Clod .

That 's all one , I have a wife , and a child in reversion , you know it well enough , & I cannot fat Pidgeons with Cherry-stones : I le venture my penny with you .

Cock .

Well , there s my two-pence ; I le bee jovy : my name's Cockrell , and I am true bred .

Town .

Come , there 's my groat , never stand drawing Indentures for the matter ; we 'le make a Bolt , or a Shaft on 't now .

Clod .

Let me see , here 's nine-pence in the whole .

Pup .

Why there 's a whole nine-pence for it : put it all in a piece for memory , and strike up for mirth sake .

Town .

Doe , and they 'le presently come about us for lucke sake . But look to our pockets and purses for our own sake .

Clod .

That 's warning for me , I have the greatest charge I am sure .

PIPERS . A Country Dance . During which the Gypsies come about them prying : and after the PATRICO . SWeet Doxes and Dells , My Roses and Nells , Your hands , nothing ells , We ring you no knells With our Ptolemy Bells ; Though we come from the fells , And bring you good spells , And tell you some chances In midst of your Dances , That Fortune advances ▪ To Prudence or Francis , To Sisley or Harry , To Roger , or Mary , Or Meg of the Dary . To Maudlin , or Thomas , Then doe not runne from us , Although we look tawny , We are healthy and brawny , What e're your demand is , We 'le give you no Iaundis . Pup .

Say you so old Gypsie ? 'slid these go to 't in Rime , this is better then Canting by t' one halfe .

Town .

Nay , you shall heare them , peace ! they begin with Prudence , marke that .

Pup .

The wiser Gypsies they

Town .

Are you advised .

Pup .

Yes , and I le stand to 't , that a w● Gypsie ( take him i' th time o' th' yeare ) politicke a piece of Flesh , as most Iustices i● the County where he maunds .

3 GYPSJE . To love a Keeper your fortune will be . But the Dowcets better than him or his fee . Town .

Ha , Pru ' , has he hit you in the teeth with the sweet bit ?

Pup .

Let it alone ; she 'll swallow it well enough : a learned Gypsie .

Town .

You 'll heare more hereafter .

Pup .

Marry and I le listen , who 's next , Jack Cockrell .

2 GYPSJE : You 'l steal your selfe drunk , I find it here true , As you rob the pot , the pot will rob you . Pup .

A Prophet , a Prophet : no Gypsie , or if he must be a Gypsie , a divine Gypsie .

Town .

Marke Frances now ; she 's going to 't , the virginity of the parish .

PATRICO . Feare not , in hell you 'll never lead Apes , A mortifi'd maiden of five escapes . Pup .

Bir-Lady he toucht the Virgin string there a little too hard , they are arrant learned men all I see . What say they upon Tom Clod : list .

4. GYPSIE . Clods feet in Christmas will goe neare to be bare , When he has lost all his Hobnails at post and pare . Pup .

●'has hit the Hobnaile o' the head , his own ga●●●

Town .

And the very mettle he deales in at play , if you marke it .

Pup .

Peace , who 's this Long Meg ?

Town .

Long and foule Meg , if she be a Meg , as ever I saw of her Inches : Pray God they fit her with a faire Fortune , shee hangs an Arse terribly .

PATRICO . She 'l have a Tailer take measure of her britch . And ever after be troubled with a stitch . Town .

That 's as homely as she .

Pup .

The better : a Turd's as good for a Sow as a Pan-cake .

Town .

Harke , now they treat upon Tickle-foot .

4 GYPSIE . On Sundayes you rob the poores boxe with your Tabor , The Collecters would doe it , you save them a labour . Pup .

Faith but little , they doe it notwithstanding . Here 's my little Christian forgot , ha you any fortune left for her , a strait lac'd Christian of sixteene ?

PATRICO . Christian shall get her a loose bodyed Gown , In trying how a Gentleman differs from a Clowne . Pup .

Is that a fortune for a Christian ? a Turke Gypsie could not have told her worse .

Town .

Come , I le stand my selfe , and once venture the poore head o' th' Towne . Doe your worst , my name is Townshead , and heres my hand I le not be angry .

2 GYPSIE . A Cuckold you must be , & that for three lives , Your owne , the Parsons , and your wives . Town .

I sweare I le never marry for that , an 't be but to give Fortune my foe the lye : Come Paul Puppy you must in too .

Pup .

No , I am well enough : I would have no good Fortune an I might .

4 GYPSIE . Yet look to your selfe , you 'l ha' some ill luck And shortly , for I have his purse with a pluck , Away Birds mum , I heare by the hum , If Beck-Harman come , He 'le strike us all dumbe , With a noyse like a drum . Let s give him our roome Here , this way some , And that way others , We are not all brothers : Leave me to the cheats , I le shew 'hem some feats . Pup .

What are they gone , flowne all of a suddaine ; this is fine y'faith : a Covy call yee ' hem ? they are a Covy soone scattered me thinks , who sprung 'hem I mar'le ?

Town .

Marry your selfe Puppy for ought I know , you quested last .

Clod .

Would hee had quested first , and sprung 'hem an houre agoe for me .

Town .

Why , what 's the matter ?

Clod .

'Slid , they sprung my purse and all I had about me .

Town .

They ha' not , ha' they ?

Clod .

As I am true Tom Clod ha' they , and ransackled me of every peny : out cept I were with child of an Owle ( as they say ) I never saw such luck : It s enough to make a man a whore .

Pup .

Hold thy peace , thou talkst as if thou hadst a Licence to lofe thy purse alone in this company : 'slid here be those can lose a purse in honour of the Gypsies , as well as thou for thy heart , and never make word of it : I ha' lost my purse too , and more in it that I le speak of , but e're I 'de crye for 't as thou dost — Much good doe 'hem with all my heart , I doe reverence 'hem for 't .

Cock .

What was there i' thy purse ? was the Lease of thy house in it ?

Pup .

Or thy Granams silver Ring ?

Clod .

No , but a Mill-sixpence of my Mothers , I loved as dearely — and two pence I had to spend over and above , beside the Harper that was gathered amongst us , to pay the Piper .

Town .

Our whole stock , is that gone ? how will Tom Ticklefoot do to whet his whistle then ?

Pup .

Marry a new Collection , there 's no Musick else : Masters he can ill pipe that wants his upper lip .

Town .

Yes , a Bag-piper may want both .

Cock .

Why they have rob'd Prudence of a Race of Ginger , and a jet ring she had to draw Iack Straw hither a holy-dayes .

Town .

Is 't possible , fine fingred Gypsies y'faith .

Cock .

And Maudlin has lost an inchanted Nutmeg , all guilded over , she had to put in her Sweet-hearts Ale a mornings ; with a row of pins , which pricks the poore soule to the heart , the losse of ' hem .

Clod .

And I have lost ( beside my purse ) my best Bridelace , and a halpworth of Hobnails , and Francis her thimble , with a skeane of Coventry blew she had to work Will : Litchfields Handkerchiffe .

Cock .

And Christian her Practice of Piety , with a bow'd Groat , and the Ballad of whoop Barnabee , which grieves her worst of all .

Clod .

And Ticklefoote has lost his Clout he sayes , with a three-pence and foure tokens in it , beside his Tabouring stick , even now .

Cock

And I my knife and sheath , and a pair of Dogs leather gloves .

Town .

Have we left ne're a Dog amongst us ? where 's Puppy gone ?

Pup .

Here goodman Townshead : you ha nothing to lose it seemes but the Townes Braines you 're trusted with .

PATRICO . O My deare Marrowes , No shooting of arrowes , Or shafts of your wit , Each oth'r to hit , In your skirmishing fit : Your store is but small , Then venture not all ; Remember each mock Doth spend o' the stock ; And what was here done , Being under the Moone , And at afternoone , Will prove right soone Deceptio visus , Done gratia risus . There 's no such thing , As the losse of a Ring , Or what yee count worse , The misse of a purse : But , hey for the maine , And passe o' the straine , Here 's both come againe . And there 's an old twinger , Can shew you the Ginger : The Pins and the Nutmeg , Are safe here with Slutmeg . Then strike up your Tabour , And there 's for your labour . The sheath and the knife , I le venture my life , Shall breed you no strife , But like man and wife , Or sister and brother , Keep one with another , And light as a feather , Make hast to come hether . The Coventry blew Hangs there upon Prue . And here one opens The clout and the Tokens ; Deny the bow'd groat , And you lye in your throat , Or the Tabourers nine-pence , Or the sixe fine pence . As for the Ballet , Or Book what ye call it , Alas our Society Mells not with Piety : Himselfe hath forsooke it , That first undertooke it . For thimble or bridelace , Search yonder side-lasse . All 's to be found , If you looke your selves round : We scorne to take from yee , We'd rather spend on yee : If any man wrong yee , The thiefe's among yee . Town .

Excellent y'faith , a most restorative Gypsie : all 's here againe , and yet by his learning of Legerdemaine he would make us believe we had rob'd our selves , for the Hobnailes are come to me .

Coc .

May be he knew whose shooes lackt clouting .

Pup .

I , hee knowes more then that , or I le ne're trust my judgement in a Gypsie againe .

Cock .

A Gypsie of quality believe it , one of the Kings Gypsies this : a Drink●lian , or a Drinkebragatan , aske him : the King hath a noyse of Gypsies , as well as of Bearewards .

Pup .

What sort or order of Gipsies I pray Sir ?

PATRICO . A Flagonfcakian , A Divells Arse a Peakian : Borne first at Ninglington , Bred up at Filchington . Boorded at Tappington . Bedded at Wappington . Town .

Fore me a dainty deriv'd Gypsie .

Pup .

But I pray sir , if a man might aske on you , how came your Captaines place first to be cald the Devills Arse ?

PATRICO . For that take my word , We have a record That doth it afford , And sayes our first Lord , Cock lorrell he hight , On a time did invite The Devill to a feast ; The taile of the jeast , Though since it be long , Lives yet in a Song , Which if you would heare , Shall plainly appeare . I le call in my Clarke Shall sing like a Larke , Come in my long sharke , With thy face browne and darke ; With thy tricks and thy toyes , Make a merry merry noise , To those mad Country boyes . And chant out the fart of the Grand-devills Arse . SONG . COck-lorrel would needs have the Devill his guest , And bad him once into the Peak to dinner . Where never the Fiend had such a feast , Provided him yet at the charge of a sinner . His stomacke was queasie ( for comming there Coacht ) The jogging had caus'd some crudities rise ; To help it he call'd for a Puritan poacht , That used to turne up the egg's of his eyes . And so recover'd unto his wish , He sate him downe , and he fell to eate ; Promooter in Plum-broth was the first dish , His owne privy Kitchin had no such meate . Yet though with this he much were taken , Vpon a suddaine he snifted his trencher , As soone as he spy'd the Bawd , and Bacon , By which you may note the devil's a wencher . Sixe pickl'd Taylers sliced and cut , Sempsters , Tyre-women , fit for his pallet , With Feathermen , and Perfumers put , Some 12 in a Charger to make a grand sallet . A rich fat Vsurer stew'd in his marrow , And by him a Lawyers head and Green-sawce Both which his belly took in like a Barrow , As if till then he had never seene sawce . Then Carbonado'd , and Cook't with paines , Was brought up a cloven Serjeants face ; The sauce was made of his Yeomans braines , That had beene beaten out with his owne mace . Two roasted Sheriffes came whole to the boord , ( The feast had nothing bin without ' him ) Both living , and dead , they were foxt and fur'd , Their Chaines-like Sawsages hung about ' him . The very next dish was a Major of a Towne , With a pudding of maintenance thrust in his belly , Like a Goose in the Feathers drest in his gowne , And his couple of Hinch-boyes boyld to a jelly . A London Cuckold , hot from the spit , And when the Carver up had broke him ; The Devill chopt up his head at a bit , But the hornes were very neere like to have choakt him . The Chine of a Lecher too there was roasted , With a plumpe Harlots haunch and garlicke ; A Panders Pettitoes , that had boasted Himselfe for a Captaine , yet never was warlick . A large fat pasty of a Midwife hot , And for a cold bak't meate into the story , A reverend painted Lady was brought , And coffin'd in crust , till now she was hoary . To these an over-growne Iustice of peace , With a Clarke like a gizzard thrust under each arme ; And warrants for sippets , laid in his own grease , Set o're a Chaffing-dish to be kept warme . The joule of a Iaylor serv'd for fish , A Constable sous'd with vinegar by ; Two Aldermen Lobsters a sleepe in a dish , A D●puty Tart , a Churchwarden Pye . All which devour'd , he then for a close , Did for a full draught of Darby call ; He heav'd the huge vessell up to his nose , And left not till he had drunke up all . Then from the table he gave a start , Where banquet , and wine were nothing scarce ; All which he fli●ted away with a fart , From whence it was called the Devills Arse . And there he made such a breach with the wind , The hole too standing open the while , That the scent of the vapour , before , & behinde , Hath fouly perfumed most part of the Isle . And this was Tobacco , the learned suppose ; Which since in Country , Court , and Towne , Jn the Devils Glister-pipe smoakes at the nose Of Polcat , and Madam , of Gallant , and Clown . From which wicked weed , with Swines flesh , & Ling , Or any thing else that's feast for the Fiend : Our Captaine and wee , cry God save the King , And send him good meate , & mirth without end . PVPPY .

AN excellent Song , and a sweet Songster , and would have done rarely in a Cage , with a dish of water , and Hempseed ; a fine breast of his owne : Sir you are a Prelate of the Order I understand , and I have a terrible grudging upon me to be one of your Company : will your Captaine take a Prentise Sir ? I would binde my selfe to him body and soul , either for one and twenty yeares , or as many lives as he would .

Clo .

I , and put in my life for one , for I am come about too : I am sorry I had no more mony i' my purse when you came first upon us sir : If I had knowne you would have pickt my pocket so like a gentleman , I would have beene better provided ; I shall bee glad to venture a purse with your worship any time you 'll appoynt , so you would preferre mee to your Captain ; I le put in security for my truth , and serve out my time , though I dye to morrow .

Cock

I , upon those termes sir , and in hope your Captaine keeps better cheere than hee made for the Devill , for my stomacke will ne're agree with that dyet , we 'll be all his followers : I le goe home and fetch a little money sir , all I have , and you shall pick my pocket to my face , and I le avouch it : A man would not desire to have his pocket pickt in better company .

Pup .

Tut , they have other manner of gifts , than telling Fortunes , or picking pockets .

Cock .

I , and they would bee pleased to shew 'hem , or thought us poor mortall country folkes worthy of them .

Pup .

What might a man doe to be a gentleman of your company sir ?

Cock .

I , a Gypsie in ordinary , or nothing .

PATRICO . FRiends not to refell yee , Or any way quell yee , To buy or to sell yee , I onely must tell yee , You aime at a mystery , Worthy a History . There 's much to be done , E're yee can be a sonne , Or brother o' the Moone , 't is not so soone Acquir'd as desir'd ; You must be beane-bowzy , And sleepy and drouzy , And lazy , and louzy , Before yee can rouze yee , In shape that avowes yee , And then yee may stalke The Gypsies walke : To the Coopes and the Pens , And bring in the Hens , Though the Cocke be left sullen , For losse of the Pullen , Take Turkey and Capon , And Gammons of Bacon : Let nought be forsaken , We 'll let you goe loose , Like a Foxe to a Goose , And shew you the Stye Where the little pigges lye , Whence if you can take One , two , and not wake The Sow in her dreames , But by the Moone-beames , So warily hye , As neither doe crye , You shall the next day Have a Licence to play At the hedge a flirt , For a sheet , or a shirt . If your hand be light , I le shew you the slight Of our Ptolomies knot , It is , and t is not . To change your Complexion , With the noble confection , Of Wall-nuts and Hogges-grease : Better then Dogs grease : And milke the Kine , Ere the Milke-maid fine , Have opened her eyne . Or if you desire To spit or fart fire , I le teach you the knacks Of eating of Flaxe , And out of your noses , Draw Ribbons for Posies , As for example , Mine owne is as ample , And fruitfull a nose , As wit can suppose . Yet it shall goe hard , But there will be spar'd Each of you a yard , And worth your regard , When the colour and size , Arrive at your eyes : And if you incline To a cup of good wine , When you sup or dine : If you chance it to lacke , Be it Clarret or ●ack , I le make this snout , To deale it about , Or this to runne out , As it were from a spout . Town .

Admirable tricks , and he does 'hem all se d●fen●endo , as if he would not be taken in the tr●p of authority by a fraile fleshy Constable .

Clod .

Without the aid of a Cheese .

Pup .

Or helpe of a Fl●tch of Bacon .

Cock .

O hee would chirpe in a paire of Stocks sumptuously : I 'de give any thing to see him play loose with his hands , when his feet are fast .

Pup .

O' my conscience he feares not that an the Marshall himselfe were here : I protest I admire him .

PATRICO . IS this worth your wonder ? Nay then you shall under - Stand more of my skill , For I can ( for I will ) Here at Burlye o' th' Hill , Give you all your fill , Each Iack with his Gill , And shew you the King , The Prince too and bring , The Gypsies were here , Like Lords to appeare , And such their attenders , As you thought offenders , Who now become new men , You le know 'hem for true men ; For he we call chiefe , ( I le tell you in briefe ) Is so farre from a thiefe , He gives you reliefe , With his Beere and his Biefe , And t is not long sine Yee dranke of his wine , And it made you fine , Both Clarret and Sherry ; Then let us be merry , And help with your call , For a Hall , a Hall , Stand up to the wall , Both good men and tall , We are one mans all ; BEVER . THe fift of August , Will not let Saw dust Lie in your throats , Or cob-webs , or oates ; But helpe to scoure yee , This is no Gowrie Has drawne Iames hither . But the good man of Beve , Our Buckinghams Father ; Then so much the rather Make it a jolly night , For t is a holy night , Spight of the Constable , Or Mas Deane of Dunstable . All. A Hall , a hall , a hall . The Gypsies chang'd . Dance . PATRICO . WHy now yee behold , T was truth that I told , And no devise ; They are chang'd in a trice , And so will I , Be my selfe by and by . I onely now Must study how To come off with a grace , With my Patrico's place : Some short kinde of blessing , It selfe addressing Unto my good Master , Which light on him faster . Than wishes can flye , And you that stand by Be as jocund as I ; Each man with his voyce , Give his heart to rejoyce , Which I le requite , If my heart hit right , Though late now at night , Each Clowne here in sight , Before day light , Shall prove a good Knight : And your Lasses Pages , Worthy their wages , Where fancy engages Girles to their ages . Clow .

Oh any thing for the Patrico , what is 't ? what is 't ?

Pat . Nothing but bear the bob of the close , It will be no burthen , you well may suppose . But blesse the Sov'raigne , and his sences , And to wish away offences . Clow .

Let us alone , blesse the Sov'raigne , and his sences

Pat .

We 'll take them in order , as they have being : And first of seeing .

Pat . 1. FRom a Gypsie in the morning , Or a paire of squint-eyes turning : From the Goblin , and the Spectre , Or a Drunkard , though with Nectar ; From a woman true to no man , which is ugly , besides common ; A smocke rampant , and the itches , To be putting on the breeches ; Wheresoere they ha' their being , Blesse the Sov'raigne and his seeing . 2 From a foole , and serious toyes ; From a Lawyer , three parts noyse ; From impertinence , like a Drum Beate at dinner in his roome : From a tongue without a file , Heapes of Phrases , and no Stile . From a Fiddle out of tune , As the Cuckow is in Iune . From the Candlesticks of Lothbury , And the loud pure wives of Banbury : Or a long pretended fit , Meant for mirth , but is not it : Onely time , and cares out-wearing , Blesse the Sov'raigne , and his hearing . 3 From a strolling Tinkers sheete , Or a paire of Carriers feet : From a Lady that doth breath , Worse above than underneath . From the Diet , and the knowledge Of the Students in Beares Colledge ▪ From Tobacco , with the tipe Of the Devills Glister-pipe ; Or a stinke all stinks excelling A Fish-mongers dwelling , Blesse the Sov'raigne , and his smelling . 4 From an Oyster , and Fry'd fish , A Sowes Baby in a dish : From any portion of a Swine . From bad Venison , and worse wine . Ling , what Cooke soe're it boyle , Though with Mustard sauc'd and oyle , Or what else would keepe man fasting , Blesse the Sov'raigne , and his tasting . 5 Both from Bird lime , and from pitch , From a Doxie and her itch . From the Brisles of a Hogge , Or the ring-worme in a Dogge . From the courtship of a bryer , Or St. Anthonies old fier . From a Needle , or a Thorne ; It be bed at Ev'n , or Morne . Or from any Gowts least grutching , Blesse the Sov'raigne , and his touching . 6 Blesse him too from all offences , In his sports , as in his sences . From a Boy to crosse his way , From a fall , or a foule day . Blesse him , ô blesse him heav'n , and lend him long To be the sacred burthen of al song ; The acts , and years , of all our Kings t'out-go , And while he 's mortall we not think him so . After which , ascending up , the Jackman sings . Song 1. THe sports are done , yet doe not let Your joyes in suddaine silence set : Delight and dumbnesse never met . In one selfe subject yet . If things oppos'd must mixt appeare , Then adde a boldnesse to your feare , And speake a hymne to him , Where all your duties doe of right b●long , Which I will sweeten with an under song . Captaine . Glory of ours , and grace of all the earth , How wel your figure doth become your birth . As if your forme , and fortune equall stood , And onely vertue got above your blood . Song . 2. Vertue ; his Kingly vertue which did merit This Isle entire , and you are to inherit . 4 Gypsie . How right he doth confesse him in his face ? His brow , his eye , and ev'ry marke of state ; As if he were the issue of each grace , And bore about him both his fame , and fate . Song 3. Looke , looke , is he not faire , And fresh , and fragrant too , As Summer skie , or purged aire , And lookes as Lillies doe , That were this morning blowne . 4 Gyp . Oh more ! that more of him were knowne . 3 Gypsie . Look how the winds upon the waves grown tame , Take up Land sounds upon their purple wings ; And catching each from other , bear the same To ev'ry angle of their sacred springs : So wil we take his praise , and hurle his name About the Globe , in thousand ay'ry rings , If his great vertue be in love with fame , For that contemn'd , both are neglected things . Song 4. Good Princes soare above their fame , And in their worth , Come greater forth , Then in their name . Such , such the Father is , Whom ev'ry title strives to kisse : Who on his Royall grounds unto himselfe doth raise , The worke to trouble fame , & to astonish praise . 4 Gypsie . Indeed he 's not Lord alone of all the State , But of the love of men , & of the Empires fate . The Muses Arts , the Schooles commerce , our Honours lawes , And Vertues hang on him , as on their working cause . 2 Gip .

His Hand-maid Iustice is .

3 Gip .

Wisedome his Wife :

4 Gip .

His Mistresse , Mercy :

5 Gip .

Temperance his life .

2 Gip .

His Pages bounty , and grace , which many prove ,

3 Gip .

His Guards are magnanimity & love .

4

His Ushers , Counsell , Truth , and Piety .

5 Gip .

And all that followes him , Felicity .

Song 5 Oh that we understood Our good ; There 's happinesse indeed in blood , And st●re , But how much more , When vertu's flood In the same streame doth hit ? As that growes high with yeares , so happinesse with it . Captaine . Love , love his fortune then , & vertues known , Who is the top of men , But makes the happinesse our owne ; Since where the Prince for goodnesse is renown'd , The Subject with felicity is Crown'd .
The Epilogue . AT Burley , Bever , and now last at Windsor , Which shews we are Gipsies of no common kind sir . You have beheld ( & with delight ) their change , And how they came transform'd , may think it strange . It being a thing not toucht at by our Poet , Good Ben slept there , or else forgot to shew it ; But least it prove like wonder to the sight , To see a Gypsie , as an Aethiope , white : Know , that what dy'd our faces was an oyntment Made , and laid on by Mr. Woolfes appoyntment ; The Court Licanthropos yet without spells , By ● meere Barber , and no Magicke ells : It was setcht off with water and a Ball , And to our transformation this is all , Save what the Master Fashioner calls his , For ●o Gypsies Metamorphosis ; Who doth disguise his habit , and his face , And takes on a false person by his place : The power of Poetry can ever faile her , Assisted by a Barber , and a Tayler .
FINIS .

EPIGRAMS TO Severall Noble Personages in this Kingdome .

The Author Ben : Ionson .

LONDON : Printed by J. Okes , for J. Benson , and are to bee sold at his shop in St. Dunstans Church-yard in Fleet-street . 1640.

EPIGRAMS TO Severall Noble Personages in this Kingdome .
Upon King CHARLES his Birth-day . THis is King Charles his birth day , speake it the Tower Unto the ships , & they from Tire to Tire ; Discharging 'bout the Island in an houre , As loud as thunder , and as swift as fire . Let Ireland meet it out at Sea halfe way , Repeating al great Brittaines joy and more , Adding her owne glad accents to this day , Like eccho playing from another shore . What Drums , or Trumpets , or great Ordnance can , The Poetry of Steeples with the Bells . Three Kingdomes mirth in light and ayery man , Made loftier by the winds all noyses els . At Bone-fires , squibs , and mirth , with all their shouts , That crie the gladnesse which their hearts would pray , If they had leasure , at these lawfull routs , The often comming of this Holy day : And then noyse forth the burthen of their song ; Still to have such a Charles , but this Charles long .
To the Queen on her Birth-day . UP publicke joy , remember The sixteenth of November , Some brave uncommon way . And though the parish Steeple Be silent to the people , Ring thou it Holy day . What though the thirsty Towre , And Guns there spare to powre Their noyses out in thunder : As fearefull to awake The City , as to shake Their guarded gates asunder . Yet let the Trumpets sound , And shake both aire and ground With beating of their Drums : Let every Lire be strung , Harpe , Lute , Theorbo sprung With touch of learned thumbs : That when the Quite is full . The harmony may pull The Angels from their spheares : And each intelligence , May wish it selfe a sence , Whilst it the Ditty heares . Behold the royall Mary , The daughter of great Harry , And sister to just Le●ia , Comes in the pompe and glory Of all her fathers story , And of her brothers Prowis . She shewes so farre above The feigned Queen of Love , This Sea-girt ground upon , As here no Venus were , But that she reigning here , Had put the Ceston on . See , see our active King , Hath taken twice the Ring Upon the poynted Lance , Whilst all the ravish't rout , Doe mingle in a shout , Hey for the floure of France . This day the Court doth measure Her joy in state and pleasure : And with a reverend feare , The revells and the play Make up this Crowned day Her one and twenty yeare .
An Epgram to the Queens Health . HAile MARY , full of grace , it once was said , And by an Angell , to the blessed Maid , The mother of our Lord : and why not I , Without prophanenesse , as a Poet , crye , Haile Mary full of honours , to my Queene , The Mother of our Prince ? when was there seene ( Except the joy that the first Mary brought , Whereby the safety of the world was wrought ) So generall a gladnesse to an Isle , To make the hearts of a whole Nation smile , As in this Prince ? let it be lawfull so To compare small with great , as still we owe Our thanks to God ; then haile to Mary spring Of so much health , both to our Land and King .
On the Princes Birth-day . An Epigram . ANd art thou born , brave babe ? blest be thy birth That so hath crown'd our hopes , our spring on earth ; The bed of the chast Lilly , and the Rose , What month than May was fitter to disclose This Prince of flowers ? soon shoot thou up , & grow The same that thou art promis'd ; but be slow And long in changing : let our Nephews see Thee quickly come , the Gardens eye to bee , And still to stand so : Haste now envious Moone , And interpose thy selfe , care not how soone , And threat the great Eclips , two houres but runne , Sol will reshine ; if not , Charles hath a Sonne . — Non Displicuisse meretur , Festinat Caesar , qui placuisse tibi .
Another on the Birth of the Prince . ANother Phoenix , though the first is dead , A second 's flowne from his Immortall bed , To make this our Arabia to be The nest of an eternal progeny . Choise nature fram'd the former , but to find , What error might be mended in Man-kind : Like some industrious workmen , which affect Their first endeavours onely to correct : So this the buildings , that the Modell was , The type of all that now as come to passe : That but the shadow , this the substance is , All that was but the prophesie of this : And when it did this after birth fore-runne , 't was but the morning starre unto this Sunne ; The dawning of this day , when Sol did thinke , We having such a light , that he might winke , And we ne're misse his lustre : nay so soone As Charles was borne , he , and the pale fac'd Moone , With envy then did copulate , to try If such a birth might be produc'd i th' sky . What heavenly favour made a starre appeare , To bid wise Kings to doe their homage here , And prove him truely Christian ? long remaine On earth , sweet Prince , that when great Charles shall reigne In heaven above , our little Charles may be As great on earth , because as good as he .
A Parallel of the Prince to the King . SO Peleus , whom he faire The●●● got , As thou thy Sea Queen ; so to him she brought . A blessed Babe , as thine hath done to thee : His worthiest prov'd of those times , ours may be Of these ; his had a Pallas for his guide , Thy wisedome will as well for ours provide : His conquered Countries , Cities , Castles , Towers , A worthy foe ; hereafter so may ours . His all his time but once Patroclus finds , But this of ours a world of faithfull friends He 's vulnerable in no place but one , And this of ours ( we hope ) be hurt of none . His had his Phoenix , ours no teacher needs , But the example of thy life and deeds . His Nestor knew , in armes his fellow was , But not in yeares , ( too soone runne out his glasse ) Ours , though not Nestor knew , we trust , shall bee As wise in Armes , as old in yeares as he . His , after death , had Homer his reviver : And ours may better merit to live ever , By Deeds farre-passing : but ( oh sad dispaire ) No hope of Homer , his wit left no heire .
An Elegy on the Lady Jane Paulet , Marchionesse of Winchester . WHat goodly Ghost , besprint with Aprill dew , Hale's me so solemnly to yonder Yew ? And beckoning , wooes me , from the fatall Tree , To pluck a Garland for her selfe , or me , I doe obey you beauty ; for in death You seeme a faire one ; O that I had breath To give your shade a name ! stay ! stay ! I feele A horrour in me , all my blood is steele , Stiffe starke ; my joynts 'gainst one another knock : Whose daughter ? ha ! great Savage of the Rock ! He 's good , as great ! I am almost a stone , And ere I can aske more of her she 's gone ! Alas I am all Marble : write the rest , Thou wouldst have written Fame upon my brest , It is a large faire Table , and a true , And the disposure will be somewhat new : When I , who would her Poet have become , At least may beare th'inscription to her Tombe : She was the Lady Iane , and Marchionesse Of Winchester ; the Heralds can tell this : Earle Rivers grand-child , serve not titles , fame Sound thou her vertues , give her soule a name . Had I a thousand mouthes , as many tongues , And voyce to raise them from my brasen Lungs , I durst not aime at , the Dotes thereof were such , No Nation can expresse how much Their Charact was : I or my trump must break , But rather I , should I of that part speake , It is too neare of kin to God ; the soule To be describ'd , Fames fingers are too foule To touch those mysteries ; we may admire The heat and splendor , but not handle fire : What she did by a great example well , T'inlive posterity , her fame may tell ; And calling truth to witnesse , make it good From the inherent graces in her blood . Else who doth praise a person by a new , But a feign'd way doth spoyle it of the true : Her sweetnesse , softnesse , her faire courtesie , Her wary guards , her wise simplicity , Were like a ring of vertues 'bout her set , And piety the Center where all met : A reverend state she had , an awfull eye ; A darling ( yet inviting ) Majesty ; What Nature , Fortune , Institution , Fact , Could heap to a perfection , was her act : How did she leave the world , with what contempt ? Just as she in it liv'd , and so exempt From all affection : when they urg'd the Cure Of her disease , how did her soule assure Het sufferings , as the body had bin away : And to the torturers , her Doctors say , Stick on your Cupping-glasses , feare not , put Your hottest Causticks to burne , lance , or cut : T is but a body which you can torment , And I into the world with my soule was sent . Then comforted her Lord , and blest her sonne , Cheer'd her faire sisters , in her race to runne . Which gladnesse temper'd her sad parents teares , Made her friends joyes to get above their feares . And in her lust act caught the standers by , With admiration and applause to dye : Let Angels sing her glories , who did call Her spirit home to her originall ; That saw the way was made it , and were sene To carry and conduct the Complement 'Twixt death and life : where her mortality Became her birth-day to eternity . And now through circumfused lights she looks On Natures secrets there , as her owne books ; Speaks heavens language , and discourses free To every Order , every Hierarchy . Beholds her Maker , and in him doth see What the beginning of all beauties be : And all beatitudes that thence doth flow , Which the Elect of God are sure to know . Goe now her happy parents , and be sad , If yee not understand what child you had ; If you dare quarrell heaven , and repent To have paid againe a blessing was but lent : And trusted so , as it deposited lay At pleasure to be cald for every day . If you can envy your owne daughters blisse ; And wish her state lesse happy than it is ; If you can cast about your eyther eye , And see all dead here , or about to dye : The Starres that are the jewells of the night , The day deceasing with the Prince of light , The Sunne . Great Kings , and mightiest Kingdomes fall , Whole Nations ; nay , Man kinde , the World and all That ever had beginning to have end ; With what injustice can one soule pretend T' escape this common knowne necessity , When we were all borne , we beganne to dye : And but for that brave contention and strife , The Christian hath to enjoy a future life , He were the wretchedst of the race of men ; But as he soares at that , he br●●eth then The serpents head ; gets above death and Sinne , And sure of heaven rides triumphing in .
ODE PINDARICK To the Noble Sir Lucius Cary . The turne of ten . BRave Infant of Saguntum cleare , Thy comming forth in that great yeare , When the prodigious Hanibal did Crowne His rage , with razing your immortall Towne . Thou looking then about , E're thou wert halfe got out : Wise child didst hastily returne , And madst thy Mothers wombe thine Urne , How sum'd a Circle didst thou leave man-kind , Of deepest lore , could we the center find . The Counter-turne of ten . Did wiser nature draw thee backe , From out the horrour of that sacke ? Where shame , faith , honour , and regard of right , Lay trampled on the deeds of death and night . Urg'd , hurried forth , and hurld Upon th' affrighted world : Sword , fire , famine , with full fury mee , And all on utmost ruine set : As could they but lives miseries fore-see , No doubt all Infants would returne like thee . The Stand , of twelve . For what is life , if measur'd by the space , Not by the Act ? Or masked man , if valued by his face , Above his Fact ? Here 's one out-liv'd his Peeres , And told forth fourescore yeeres , He vexed time , and busied the whole State , Troubled both foes and friends , But ever to no ends : What did this stirrer but dye late ? How well at twenty had he falne or stood , For three of his foure-score he did no good . The second turne of ten . He entred well by vertuous parts , Got up and thriv'd with honest Arts , He purchas'd friends , and fame , and honours then , And had his noble Name advanc'd with men . But weary of that flight , He stoop'd in all mens sight To sordid flatteries , acts of strife , And sunke in that dead Sea of life Too deep : as he did then deaths waters sup , But that the Corke of title , boy'd him up . The second Counter-turne , of ten . Alas , but Morison fell young ; He never fell , thou tripst my tongue : He stood a souldier to the last night end , A perfect Patriot , and a noble friend . But most a vertuous son , All Offices were done By him so ample , full and round , In weight , and measure number sound , As though his age imperfect might appeare , His life was of humanity the Spheare . The second Stand of twelve . Goe now and tell out dayes , sum'd up with feares , And make them yeares : Produce thy masse of miseries on the stage , To swell thine Age ; Repeate of things a throng , To shew thou hast beene long , Not liv'd : for life doth her great actions spell , By what was done , and wrought In season , and so brought To light : her measures are how well : Each sillib ' answer'd , and was form'd how faire ; These make the lines of life , and that 's her aire . The third turne of ten . It is not growing , like a Tree , In bulke , doth make man better bee , Or standing long an Oake , three hundred yeare , To fall a Log at last , drye , bald , and seare : A Lilly of a day , Is fairer farre in May , Although it fall and dye at night , It was the plant and flower of light ; In small proportions we just beauty see , And in short measures life may perfect be . The third Counter-turne of ten . Call noble Lucius then for Wine , And let thy looks with gladnesse shine , Accept this Garland , plant it on thy head , And thinke , nay know thy Morison's not dead : He leap'd the present age , Possest with holy rage , To see the bright eternall day , Of which we Priests and Poets say Such truths as we expect for happy men , And there he lives with memory : and Ben : The third Stand of twelve . Ionson ! who sung this of him e're he went Himselfe to rest : Or taste a part of that full joy he meant To have exprest , In this bright Asterisme , Where it was friendships schisme . Were not his Lucius long with us to tarry , To seperate these twi - Lights , the Dioscuri , And keep the one halfe from his Harry ; But fate doth so alternate the designe , Whilst that in heaven , this light on earth must shine . The fourth turne of ten . And shine as you exalted are , Two names of friendship , but one starre Of hearts the union : and those not by chance Made or indentur'd , or leas'd out t' advance The profits for a time , No pleasures vaine , did chime Of Rimes , or Ryots at your feasts . Orgies of drinke , or feign'd protests ; But simple love , of greatnesse and of good , That knits brave minds & mannersmore than blood . The fourth Counter-turne of ten . This made you first to know the why You lik'd , than after to apply That liking ; and approach so one the tother , Till either grew a portion of the other ; Each stiled by his end , The coppy of his fiend ; You liv'd to be the great sirnames , And titles by which all made claimes Unto the vertue : nothing perfect done , But as a Cary , or a Morison . The fourth , and last Stand , of twelve . And such a force the faire example had , As they that saw The good , and durst not practise it , were glad That such a Law Was left yet to man-kind , Where they might read , and find Friendship indeed was written not in words : And with the heart , not pen , Of two so earely men , Whose Lines her Rowles were , and records Who e're the first downe , bloomed on the Chin , Had sowed these fruits , and got the harvest in .
To Hierom Lord Weston , upon his returne from his Embassie . SUch pleasures as the teeming earth Doth take in easie Natures birth , When she puts forth the life of every thing , And in a dew of sweetest raine , She lies deliver'd without paine , Of the prime beauty of the yeare and spring . That Rivers in their shores doe runne , The clouds rack cleare before the Sunne , The rudest winds obey the calmestaire ; Rate plants from every banke doe rise , And every plant the sence surprise , Because the order of the whole is faire . The very verdure of her nest , Wherein she sits so richly drest , As all the wealth of season there were spread , Have shew'd the graces , and the houres , Have multiply'd their arts and powers , In making soft her Aromaticke bed . Such joyes , such sweets doth your returne Bring all your friends , faire Lord , that burne With joy to heare your modesty relate The businesse of your blooming wit , With all the fruits that follow it , Both to the honour of the King , and state . O how will the Court be pleas'd , To see great CHARLES of travell eas'd : When he beholds a graft of his owne hand , Spring up an Olive , fruitfull , faire , To be a shadow of the aire ; And both a strength and beauty to the Land .
To the Right Honourable the Lord Treasurer . An Epigram . IF to my minde , great Lord , I had a state , I would present you with some curious Plate Of Norimberg , or Turkie ; hang your rooms , Not from the Arras , but the Persian Looms : I would ( if price or prayer could them get ) Send in what Romans famous Tintaret , Titian , or Raphaell , Michaell Angelo , Have left in Fame , to equall , or out-goe The old Greeke hands in picture or in stone ; This would I doe , could I thinke Weston one Catch'd with these Arts ; wherein the judge is wise , As farre as sence , and onely by his eyes . But you I know , my Lord , and know you can Discerne betweene a Statue , and a Man : Can doe the things that Statue doe deserve , And act the businesse which these paint or carve . What you have studied are the Arts of life , To compose men and manners , stint the strife Of froward Citizens ; make Nations know What world of blessings to good Kings they owe ; And mightiest Monarchs feele what large increase Of fame and honour you possesse by peace . These looke I up at with a measuring eye , And strike Religion in the standers by . Which though I cannot , like as an Architect , In glorious Piles and Pyramids erect Unto your honour ; I can voyce in song Aloud ; and ( haply ) it may last as long .
To Mr. Jonson upon these Verses . YOur Verses were commended , as 't is true , That they were very good , I meane to you : For they return'd you Ben I have beene told , The seld seen summe of forty pound in gold . These Verses then , being rightly understood . His Lordship , not Ben : Ionson , made them good .
To my Detractor . MY Verses were commended , thou didst say , And they were very good ; yet thou thinkst nay . For thou objectest , as thou hast beene told , Th' envy'd returne of forty pound in gold . Foole doe not rate my rimes , I have found thy vice Is to make cheap the Lord , the Lines , the Price : But barke thou on ; I pitty thee poore Cur , That thou shouldst lose thy noise , thy foam , thy stur , To be knowne what thou art , thou blatent beast : But writing against me , thou thinkst at least I now would write on thee : no wretch , thy name Cannot worke out unto it such a fame : No man will tarry by thee as he goes To aske thy name , if he have halfe a nose ; But flye thee like the Pest . Walk not the street Out in the Dog-dayes , least the Killer meet Thy Noddle with his Club ; and dashing forth Thy dirty braines , men see thy want of worth .
To William Earle of New-Castle on the backing of his Horse . WHen first , my Lord , I saw you back your horse , Provoke his mettle , and command his force To all the uses of the field and race , Me thought I read the ancient Art of Thrace , And saw a Centaure past those tales of Greece ; So seem'd your horse and You , both of a peece : You shew'd like Perseus upon Pegasus , Or Castor mounted on his Cillarus : Or what we heare our home-borne Legend tell , Of bold Sir Bevis , and his Arundell , And so your seat his beauties did endorse , As I beganne to wish my selfe a horse . And surely had I but your stable seene Before , I thinke my wish absolv d had beene : For never saw I yet the Muses dwell , Nor any of their houshold halfe so well . So well ! as when I saw the floore and roome , I look'd for Hercules to be the groome . And cry'd , away with the Caesarian bread , At these immortall Mangers Virgil fed .
To William Earle of New-Castle . An Epigram on his Fencing . THey talke of Fencing , and the use of Armes , The Art of urging , and avoyding harmes ; The Noble Science , and the mastring skill Of making just approaches , how to kill , To hit in Angles , and to clash with time , As all defence , or offence , were a Chime . I hate this measur'd : give me metled fire , That trembles i' the blaze , but then mounts-higher A swift and darling motion , when a paire Of men doe meet like rarified aire : Their weapons darted with that flame and force , As they out-did the lightning in the course , This were a spectacle , a sight to draw Wonder to valour ; no , it is a Law Of daring , not to doe a wrong : t is true , Next to despise , it being done to you : To know all heads of danger : where t is fit To bend , to breake , provoke , or suffer it : And this my Lord is valour : this is yours , And was your fathers , and your Ancestours ; Who durst live great , when death appear'd , or bands , And valiant were with , or without , their hands .
To Sir Kenelme Digby . An Epigram . THough happy Muse thou know my Digby well , Yet take him in these Lines : he doth excell In Honours , Courtesie , and all the parts Court can call hers , or man would call his Arts : He 's prudent , valiant , just , and temperate , In him all action is beheld in state . And he is built , like some Imperiall roome , For those to dwell in , and be still at home . His breast is a brave Pallas , a broad street , Where all heroicke ample thoughts doe meet . Where nature such a large surveigh hath tane , As others soules , to his , dwell in a lane : Witnesse his birth-day , the eleventh of Iune , And his great action done at Scanderoone . That day , which I predestin'd am to sing , For Brittains honour , and to Charles my King Goe Muse in , and salute him , say he be Busie , or frowne at first , when he sees thee , He will cheare up his fore-head , think thou bring'st Good fortune to him in the Note thou sing'st : For he doth love my verses , and will looke Upon them , next to Spencers noble booke ; And praise them too : O what a Fame 't will be ? What reputation to my lines , and me , When he doth read them at the Treasurers board , The knowing Weston , and that learned Lord Allowes them ? then what Copies will be had ? What transcripts made ? how cry'd up , and how glad Wilt thou be Muse , when this shall then be fall , Being sent to one , they will be read of all .
His Mistresse Drawne . SItting , and ready to be drawne , What make these Velvets , Silks , & Lawn ? Imbroyderies , Feathers , Fringe and Lace , When every limbe takes like a face ? Send these suspected helpes to aid Some forme defective , and decay'd : This beauty without falsehood faire , Needs nought to cloath it but the aire . Yet something to the Painters view , Were fitly interpos'd , so new He shall ( if he can understand ) Worke by my fancy with his hand . Draw first a Cloud , all save her necke , And out of that make day to break : Till like her face it doe appeare , And men may think all light rose there . Then let the beames of that disperse The Cloud , and shew the Universe : But at such distance , as the eye May rather it adore than spye . The heavens design'd , draw next a spring , With all that youth , or it may bring : Foure Rivers branching forth like seas , And Paradise confin'd in these . Last draw the circle of this Globe , And let there be a starry Robe Of Constellations 'bout her hurl'd , And thou hast painted beauties world . But Painter , see you doe not sell A Coppy of this Piece nor tell Whose 't is : but if it favour find , Next sitting we will draw her mind .
Her Minde . PAinter y' are come , but may be gone , Now I have better thought thereon , This worke I can performe alone , And give you reasons more than one : Not that your Art I doe refuse , But here I may no colours use ; Besides , your hand will never hit To draw the thing that cannot sit . You could make shift to paint an eye , An Eagle towring in the skye , A Sunne , a Sea , a soundlesse pit ; But these are like a Mind , not it . No , to expresse a minde to sence , Would aske a heavens intelligence , Since nothing can report that flame , But what 's of kin to whence it came : Sweet Mind then speake your selfe , and say As you goe on , by what brave way , Our sence you doe with knowledge fill , And yet remaine our wonder still . I call you Muse , now make it true , Henceforth may every line be you , That all may say that see the frame , This is no picture , but the same . A Mind ? so pure , so perfect fine , As 't is not radiant , but divine : And so disdaining any tryer , 't is got where it can trye the fire . There ( high exalted in the Spheare , As it another nature were ) It moveth all , and makes a flight , As circular as infinite , Whose Notions when it will expresse In speech , it is with that excesse Of grace and musicke to the eare , As what it spake it planted there . The voyce so sweet , the words so faire , As some soft chime had stroak'd the Aire : And though the sound were parted thence . Still left an eccho in the sence . But that a mind so rapt , so high , So swift , so pure , should yet apply It selfe to us , and come so nigh Earths grossenesse ! there 's the how , & why ? Is it because it sees us dull , And stucke in Clay here ; it would pull vs forth by some Celestiall slight , Vp to her owne sublimed height . Or hath she here upon the ground , Some Paradise or Pallace found In all the bounds of beauty , fit For hert ' inhabit ? there is it . Thrice happy house that hast receipt For this so softly forme , so streight , So polish'd , perfect , and so even , As it slid moulded off from Heaven . Not swelling like the Ocean proud , But stooping gently as a Cloud ; As smooth as Oyle powr'd forth and calme As showres , and sweet as drops of Balme : Smooth , soft , and sweet , in all a flood , Where it may run to any good , And where it stayes it there becomes , A nest of Odours , Spice , and Gummes . In action winged as the wind , In rest like spirits left behind Upon a banke or field of flowres , Begotten by the wind and showres . In thee faire mansion let it rest , Yet know with what thou art possest , Thou entertaining in thy breast , But such a mind mak'st God thy Guest .
Sir WILLIAM BURLASE The Painter to the Poet . TO paint thy worth , if rightly I did know it , And were but Painter halfe like thee a Poet , Ben : I would shew it . But in this art my unskillfull pen will tire ; Thou and thy worth will still be found farre higher , And I a lyer . Then what a Painter's here ? and what an eater Of great attempts ? whereas his skill's no greater , And he a Cheater . Then what a Poet 's here , whom by confession Of all with me , to paint without digression , There 's no expression .
BEN : JONSON The Poet to the Painter . WHy though I seeme of a prodigious waste , I am not so voluminous , and vast , But there are lines , wherewith I might b'embrast . T is true , as my wombe swells , so my back stoops , And the whole part growes round , deform'd , and droops , But yet the Tun at Heidleberg had hoops . You were not ty'd by any Painters Law , To square my Circle , ( I confesse ) but draw My superficies , that was all you saw . Which if in compasse of no Art it came , To be described by a Monogram , With one great blot y 'had form'd me as I am . But since you curious were to have it be An Archetype for all the world to see , You made it a brave peece , but not like me . O had I now your Manner , Majesty , Might , Your power of handling , shadow , aire , and sprite , How I could draw , and take hold , and delight ! But you are he can paint , I can but write , A Poet hath no more than blacke , and white ; Ne knowes he flattering colours , or false light . But when of friendship , I would draw the face , A letter'd minde , and a large heart would place , To all posterity , I would write Burlase .
Upon my Picture left in Scotland . I Now think Love is rather deafe than blind , For else it could not bee That shee . Whom I adore so much , should so flight me , And cast my suit behind . I 'me sure my Language to her was as sweet , And every close did meet , In sentence of as subtle feet , As hath the wisest he , That sits in shadow of Apollo's tree . O but my conscious feares that flie my thoughts betweene , Tells me that she hath seene My hundreds of gray haires , Told sixe and forty yeares , Read so much waste , as she could not imbrace My mountaine belly , and my rocky face . And all these through her eyes have stopt her eares .
On a Gentlewoman working by an Houre-Glasse . DOe but consider this small dust , Here running in the Glasse , By Atomes mov'd : Would you believe that it the body was Of one that lov'd ? And in his Mistris flames playing like a flye , Was turned into Cynders by her eye ? Yes ; as in life , so in their deaths unblest : A Lovers ashes never can find rest .
To the Ladies of the Court . An Ode . COme Noble Nymphs , and doe not hid : The joyes for which you so provide ; If not to mingle with us men , What doe you here ? goe home agen : Your dressings doe confesse , By what we see , so curious arts , Of Pallas and Arachnes Arts , That you could meane no lesse . Why doe you weare the Silke-worms toyles ? Or glory in the shell-fish spoyles ? Or strive to shew the grains of Ore , That you have gathered long before , Whereof to make a stocke To graft the green Emerald on , Or any better water'd stone , Or Ruby of the Rock ? Why doe you smell of Ambergreece ? Whereof was formed Neptunes Neece , The Queen of Love , unlesse you can Like Sea-borne Venus love a man ? Try , put your selves unto 't . Your looks , your smiles , and thoughts that meet : Ambrosian hands , and silver feet , Doe promise you will do 't .
ODE To himselfe . I. COme leave the loathed Stage , And the more loathsome age , Where pride and Impudence in faction knit , Usurpe the chaire of wit : Inditing and arraigning every day , Something they call a play . Let their fastidious vaine Commission of the braine , Runne on , and rage , sweat , censure , and condemn , They were not made for thee , lesse thou for them . II . Say that pour'st 'hem wheat , And they would Akornes eat : T were simple fury still thy selfe to waste On such as have no taste : To offer them a surfeit of pure bread ; Whose appetites are dead : No , give them graines their fill , Huskes , Draffe to drinke , and swill : If they love Lees , and leave the lusty Wine , Envy them not , their pallat's with the swine . III . No doubt a mouldy Tale , Like Pericles , and Stale As the Shrieves crusts , and nasty as his fish , Scraps out of every Dish , Throwne forth and rak'd into the common Tub , May keep up the Play Club . Brooms sweepings doe as well There , as his Masters meale : For who the relish of these guests will fit , Needs set them but the Almes-basket of wit . IV . And much good do 't ye then , Brave Plush and Velvet men Can feed on Orts ; and safe in your sceene cloathes , Dare quit upon your Oathes The Stagers , and the stage-writes too ; your Peers , Of stuffing your large eares With rage of Comick socks , Wrought upon twenty blocks ; Which if they 're torne , & foule , and patch'd enough , The Gamsters share your gilt , and you their stuffe . V. Leave things so prostitute , And take th' Alcaike Lute ; Or thine owne Horace ; or Anacreons Lyre ; Warme thee by Pindars fire ; And though thy nerves be shrunk , and blood be cold Ere yeares have made thee old , Strike that disdainfull heat Throughout , to their defeat : As curious fooles , and envious of thy straine , May blushing sweare , no Palsie's in thy brain . VI . But when they heare thee sing The glories of thy King ; His zeale to God , and his just awe of men , They may be blood shaken , then Feele such a flesh-quake to possesse their powers , That no tun'd Harpe like ours , In sound of peace or wars , Shall truely hit the stars : When they shall read the Acts of Charles his reigne , And see his Chariot triumph 'bove his waine .
A Sonnet . THough I am young , and cannot tell Either what death , or Love is well , Yet I have heard they both beare Darts , And both doe aime at humane hearts : And then againe I have beene told , Love wounds with heat , and death with cold ; So that I feare they doe but bring Extreams , to touch and meane one thing . As in a ruine we it call , One thing to be blowne up and fall ; Or to our end like way may have By a flash of lightning , or a wave : So Loves inflamed shaft , or band , Will kill as soone as deaths cold hand : Except loves fires the vertue have To fright the frost out of the grave .
FINIS .