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<P>NAPS UPON PARNASSUS.</P>
<P>A &s;leepy Mu&s;e nipt and pincht, though not awakened Such Voluntary and Jovial Copies of Ver&s;es, as were lately receiv'd from &s;ome of the WITS of the Univer&s;ities, in a Frolick, dedicated to <HI>Gon|dibert</HI>'s Mi&s;tre&s;s by Captain <HI>Jones</HI> and others.</P>
<P>Whereunto is added for Demon&s;tration of the Au|thors pro&s;aick Excellency's, his Epi&s;tle to one of the Univer&s;ities, with the An&s;wer; together with two Satyrical Characters of his <HI>Own,</HI> of a <HI>Tempo|rizer,</HI> and an <HI>Antiquary,</HI> with Marginal Notes by a Friend to the Reader.</P>
<P><HI>Vide Jones</HI> his <HI>Legend,</HI> Drink Sack and Gun|powder, and &s;o fall to't.</P>
<P><Q><GAP DESC="foreign">, <BIBL>Hom. Iliad. &agr;.</BIBL></Q></P>
<P><Q>Aliquando bonus dormitat Homerus.</Q></P>
<P><HI>London,</HI> Printed by expre&s;s Order from the WITS, for <HI>N. Brook,</HI> at the Angel in <HI>Cornhill,</HI> 1658.</P>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="to the reader">
<PB REF="2">
<PB REF="2">
<HEAD>An Adverti&s;ement to the READER.</HEAD>
<OPENER><SALUTE>Courteous Reader,</SALUTE></OPENER>
<P>THough I willingly confe&s;s, that a <HI>Ti|tle Page</HI> without the <HI>Authours Name</HI> prefixt in <HI>Capitall Letters,</HI> &s;hews like a <HI>Man</HI> in the <HI>Pillory</HI> without a <HI>Pa|per</HI> (to &s;pecifie his <HI>Crime</HI>) on his <HI>Forehead:</HI> neverthele&s;s, thou art de&s;ired not to take is ami&s;s, that the&s;e pre&s;ent <HI>Poems</HI> are defective in <HI>that</HI> particular; for there are divers, and <HI>&s;undry motives,</HI> which induced this <HI>imperfe|ction.</HI> As (1.) <HI>their Mode&s;ty;</HI> which commands <HI>them</HI> to &s;tand <HI>Bare-headed</HI> (that is, <HI>without the Authours Name)</HI> in <HI>re&s;pect,</HI> and <HI>reverence</HI> to every Reader; although they cannot be <HI>uncovered</HI> (as I que&s;tion not you will quickly finde.) (2.) The <HI>Authours</HI> Ingenui|ty prompted <HI>Him</HI> to this <HI>Stratagem</HI> of <HI>con|cealing his Name,</HI> to the end, that one and the &s;ame <HI>gro&s;s Ob&s;curity.</HI> &s;hould equally triumph over <HI>his Name,</HI> as <HI>Poems:</HI> And now Reader,
<PB REF="3">
if neither of the&s;e two <HI>Rea&s;ons</HI> will &s;atisfie thee, know in the third place, that I indeed do not know, neither can learn <HI>his Name.</HI> I found the&s;e Poems in a dark, <HI>blind Ale-hou&s;e,</HI> where the Authour had with a cup too much, obnubula|ted his Mu&s;e, and &s;o forgot, and left them be|hind. To &s;peak truly, being unwilling to rob the world of &s;o much Ingenuity, (I &s;ay) like the de|&s;perate <HI>St. George,</HI> redeem'd the&s;e <HI>Ethiopian Virgin-Poems,</HI> out of the <HI>Jaws</HI> of that <HI>fell Dragon,</HI> (the furious <HI>gaping Oven</HI>) which, (even when I had fir&s;t be&s;tridden the~ thre&s;hold) yawn'd for <HI>them.</HI> Much adoe I had to recover <HI>Them</HI> out of the <HI>good Womans</HI> hands, who left the <HI>bottoms</HI> of her <HI>Pies</HI> (that <HI>baking</HI>) in very great <HI>jeopardy,</HI> for want of them: yet at la&s;t I did get <HI>them,</HI> as <HI>many</HI> as you &s;ee there are of <HI>them.</HI> I am apt to believe there were <HI>more</HI> once, but the injury of Fate ha's <HI>oblitera|ted</HI> the re&s;t. As many as could be <HI>found,</HI> ha&s;t thou here (Reader) carefully collected, by the &s;e|dulity and expences of</P>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>Thy loving Friend Adoniram Ban&s;tittle. alias Tinderbox.</SIGNED>
<DATELINE><DATE>Dated May 30. 1658.</DATE> from the Apollo in Fleet&s;treet.</DATELINE></CLOSER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="encomia">
<PB REF="3">
<HEAD>Naps upon Parna&s;&s;us.</HEAD>
<DIV2 LANG="eng" TYPE="encomium">
<HEAD>&V;pon the Infernal Shades of the Authors Poems: <HI>or,</HI> The hooded Hawk.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>ROom, room now for a lu&s;ty Poet,</L>
<L>That writes as high as any I knew yet,</L>
<L>What's <HI>Homer</HI> but a <HI>&s;pewing Dog,</HI></L>
<L>Who writes a <HI>fight</HI> 'twixt <HI>Mou&s;e and Frog?</HI></L>
<L>Of &s;tout <HI>Achilles,</HI> and of <HI>Hector,</HI></L>
<L>Which of them &s;hould be the Victor?</L>
<L>And yet for&s;ooth <HI>This Fellow</HI> mu&s;t</L>
<L>(With all his <HI>Iliads</HI> too) be thru&s;t</L>
<L>Into a <HI>Nut&s;hel.</HI> A great knack!</L>
<L><HI>Our Poet, and's Books, into a Sack</HI></L>
<L><HI>Can hardly crowded be,</HI> and yet</L>
<L>If you will <HI>look on's Sen&s;e and Wit,</HI></L>
<L>'Tis ea&s;ie, and Ile make no bones</L>
<L>To put them in two <HI>Cherry-&s;tones.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG N="1">
<HEAD>(1)</HEAD>
<L>Then come along Boyes,</L>
<L>Valiant, and &s;trong Boyes,</L>
<L>For here's a <HI>Poet</HI> I tell ye</L>
<L>That <HI>Naps on Parna&s;&s;us</HI></L>
<L>And (&ocirc; Heavens ble&s;s us)</L>
<L>Takes <HI>Deep-&s;leeps</HI> too out of <HI>Helicon.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>(2)</HEAD>
<L>Avaunt then poor <HI>Virgil,</HI></L>
<L>Thou ne're drank'&s;t a pure Gill</L>
<L>Of Sack, to refine thy &s;conce:</L>
<L>Thou &s;tol'&s;t all from <HI>Homer,</HI></L>
<L>And rod'&s;t on a low <HI>Mare,</HI></L>
<L>In&s;tead of <HI>Pega&s;us,</HI> for th'nonce.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<PB REF="4">
<HEAD>3.</HEAD>
<L>Let <HI>Martial</HI> be hang'd,</L>
<L>For Ile &s;wear I'le be bang'd,</L>
<L>If he makes me ought el&s;e but &s;leepy;</L>
<L>He's onely at la&s;t</L>
<L>For a brideling ca&s;t,</L>
<L>And his <HI>Wit</HI> lies at th' <HI>end of his Epigrams.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG N="4">
<HEAD>4.</HEAD>
<L>Then for <HI>Ovid,</HI></L>
<L>Why? was not his Love hid</L>
<L>In's <HI>Book</HI> of Toyes, call'd <HI>Amorum:</HI></L>
<L>Indeed there he wrote <HI>madly,</HI></L>
<L>But in's <HI>Tri&s;tium &s;adly;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Our Poet's</HI> th' <HI>Apollo virorum.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG N="5">
<HEAD>5.</HEAD>
<L>And then <HI>Flaccus Horace,</HI></L>
<L>He was but a &s;owr-a&s;s,</L>
<L>And good for nothing but <HI>Lyricks:</HI></L>
<L>There's but One to be found</L>
<L>In all Engli&s;h ground</L>
<L>Writes as well; who is hight <HI>Robert Herick.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG N="6">
<HEAD>6.</HEAD>
<L><HI>Our Author</HI>'s much better,</L>
<L>In every letter</L>
<L>Then <HI>Robin,</HI> and <HI>Horace Flaccus:</HI></L>
<L>He is called <HI>Samuel,</HI></L>
<L>Who ends well, and began well;</L>
<L>And if we'r not glad He can make us.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Come forth then great <HI>Poetique Imp,</HI></L>
<L>Make not the <HI>Mu&s;es</HI> all to pimp,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t thou with one of them do'&s;t lie,</L>
<L>Making her 'crea&s;e and multiply,</L>
<L><PB REF="4">Hoping that they too &s;hall come after,</L>
<L>Thou mak'&s;t the re&s;t their teeth to water.</L>
<L>And hope the like &s;port that their Si&s;ter</L>
<L>Enjoy'd by thee, when e'r&s;t thou ki&s;t her.</L>
<L>Thou'rt <HI>right</HI> my friend, and I've been told,</L>
<L>Thou alwayes had&s;t a <HI>Mu&s;e</HI> in hold:</L>
<L>And like <HI>Cock Hen</HI> thou would&s;t her <HI>tread,</HI></L>
<L><NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Our Au|thors fan|cy was al|way couch|ant, for he made all his Ver&s;es in Bed.</NOTE> Making thy Ver&s;es &s;till in Bed.</L>
<L>No wonder thou &s;o 'ob&s;cure do&s;t write,</L>
<L>Thou form'd&s;t thy Ver&s;es all in th' <HI>Night.</HI></L>
<L>Thou wer't <HI>up with th' Lamb, &amp; down with th' Lark,</HI></L>
<L>And onely lov'&s;t <HI>Dealing</HI> in the <HI>Dark.</HI></L>
<L>I love thee for it.&mdash;<HI>Whip Sir Davy.</HI></L>
<L>I now have done.&mdash;I marry have I.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 LANG="eng" TYPE="encomium">
<HEAD>Incerti Authoris.</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">&V;pon the Incomparable, and Inimitable Author, and his ob&s;cure Poems.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>I'm not o'th' race of Poets, nor e're made</L>
<L>A Ver&s;e, without the help of <HI>Pump,</HI> or <HI>Spade.</HI></L>
<L>And yet (&s;o &s;weet is Fame! and to be big</L>
<L>Of Glory!) that rather then <HI>dye;</HI> I'le <HI>dig,</HI></L>
<L>And labour for a Ver&s;e, (not <HI>You</HI> to prai&s;e,</L>
<L>Too great a task!) But mine own name to rai&s;e:</L>
<L>That my foul <HI>Bea&s;t</HI> may be kept in <HI>your Ark,</HI></L>
<L>My <HI>Joan</HI> live with <HI>your Lady in the Dark.</HI></L>
<L>Give me a pro&s;pect where a towring Hill,</L>
<L>Soar's higher then ever did the Eagles Quill;</L>
<L><PB REF="5">On who&s;e <HI>bald-pate</HI> &s;till undi&s;turbed &s;it</L>
<L>Old Characters, that <HI>Adam</HI>'s Grand&s;ire writ;</L>
<L>So high, &s;o wondrous high, that th' light o'th' Sun</L>
<L>N'ere top's it, till the Day is neer half done:</L>
<L>And then a Cave &s;o deep, that who &s;o dives</L>
<L>To the' bottom, e're he reach it &s;pend nine lives.</L>
<L>Dark as Cimmerian Cells; horrid with Rocks,</L>
<L>Wreath'd into one another like El&s;'s-locks:</L>
<L>A lovely &s;ight which more delight contains,</L>
<L>Then th' confus'd of the Plains:</L>
<L>All here are at a Gaze; none pa&s;s it by</L>
<L>Regardle&s;s; it bids <HI>&s;tand</HI> to every eye.</L>
<L>Here men <HI>go &s;oftly,</HI> who (as if they'd fain</L>
<L>Be rid on't) <HI>ride a gallop</HI> o're the Plain.</L>
<L>Such is thy Book!&mdash;In it we plainly &s;ee</L>
<L>All the Dimen&s;ions of Poetry.</L>
<L><HI>Prometheus</HI>-like, &s;ometimes thou do'&s;t a&s;pire,</L>
<L>And warm'&s;t thy Mule; at the <HI>Cele&s;tiall Fire;</HI></L>
<L>And then thou u&s;e&s;t (which let none de&s;pi&s;e)</L>
<L><HI>Kitchin</HI> Similitudes on thy <HI>Mother's</HI> <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">See the Author on his Mo|ther's eyes</NOTE> <HI>Eyes.</HI></L>
<L>I know &s;ome Criticks &s;ay thou'rt <HI>Hard</HI> enough,</L>
<L>But 'tis a &s;ign of <HI>La&s;ting</HI> to be <HI>tough.</HI></L>
<L>I read a Ver&s;e of thine, then make an halt,</L>
<L>(For though I <HI>ta&s;te</HI> it not, I'm &s;ure ther's <HI>Salt:</HI>)</L>
<L>And &s;tudy for the <HI>meaning;</HI> and am vext;</L>
<L>I finde; cry <GAP DESC="foreign">: and read the next.</L>
<L>It is (let none for <HI>Recreation</HI> look)</L>
<L><HI>A very &s;tudy t'under&s;tand thy Book.</HI></L>
<L>Plainne&s;s is Ru&s;&s;ick, <HI>Thou</HI> art clear from that,</L>
<L>Who &s;ayes a Poets <HI>Plain,</HI> &s;ayes he is Flat.</L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>W. P. <HI>A. M.</HI> W. C. Oxon.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 LANG="eng" TYPE="encomium">
<PB REF="5">
<HEAD>To his Ingenuous Friend, the unknown Author of the following Poems.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>COme forth at la&s;t, and enter on the &s;tage,</L>
<L>Great Soul of Poe&s;ie, that this purblind Age,</L>
<L>May have the film peel'd off their Eyes, and &s;ee</L>
<L>How <HI>Thou</HI> do'&s;t <HI>riot</HI> in <HI>ob&s;curity:</HI></L>
<L>In <HI>Thy aby&s;s</HI> they'l dive, and grope to finde,</L>
<L>How <HI>Thy</HI> &s;trong Wit, and Sen&s;e is &s;o combin'd;</L>
<L>And when they've grovell'd a long time in vain,</L>
<L>Will &s;ay (becau&s;e they'r <HI>blinde) Thou</HI> art not <HI>Plain.</HI></L>
<L>Thus ignorant men will &s;narle at Thee; and why?</L>
<L>Becau&s;e they'r clogg'd with earth, &amp; can't &s;oar high;</L>
<L>Their Eyes are lin'd with dimne&s;s, can't behold,</L>
<L>How <HI>Thou</HI> in pretty turnings do&s;t infold</L>
<L><HI>Thy &s;elf</HI> and Ver&s;e: How <HI>Thou</HI> do&s;t fancy &s;crew</L>
<L>Into each Line, and mak'&s;t ev'n <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">The Au|thor hath borrowed &s;everal old Fancies out of <HI>Cleveland</HI> and others</NOTE> <HI>Old &s;eem new;</HI></L>
<L>Wracking each word, and &s;yllable for &s;en&s;e,</L>
<L>And tortring both to make an Eloquence.</L>
<L>Thus the un-u&s;efull Grape, when cru&s;ht and pre&s;t,</L>
<L>Doth lavi&s;h out a Liquor of the be&s;t:</L>
<L>And Camomil, until it brui&s;ed be</L>
<L>Blows not out any &s;prightful fragrancy:</L>
<L>How many &s;troaks doth the rough marble bear,</L>
<L>Before it can be poli&s;ht trim and fair?</L>
<L>What would men &s;ay if Poets onely &s;hould</L>
<L>Be tyed to others's &s;en&s;e of words? not mould</L>
<L>A meaning of their own; they mu&s;t a&s;cend</L>
<L>Above the vulgar reach; their fancies blend</L>
<L>Into a wonder; make <HI>Confu&s;ion</HI> &s;eem</L>
<L>As if it were <HI>di&s;tinct:</HI> their Brains mu&s;t teem</L>
<L><PB REF="6">With <HI>darke&s;t i&s;&s;ues,</HI> le&s;t with too much <HI>light,</HI></L>
<L>They <HI>dazzle</HI> the poor Common people's &s;ight.</L>
<L>We mo&s;t admire the Sun when he's bereav'd</L>
<L>Of lu&s;tre, wrapt in an <HI>Eclip&s;e:</HI> Deceiv'd</L>
<L>Of all his Beams: when he recruits again</L>
<L>His former Rayes; we &s;ay, He's then too plain.</L>
<L><HI>Ovid</HI> in his be&s;t Poem, let's his Mu&s;e</L>
<L>Begin fir&s;t with a <HI>Chaos,</HI> mo&s;t confu&s;e.</L>
<L>The <HI>Gods</HI> when they de&s;cended from the Skies,</L>
<L>With Bodies vell'd their &s;hining Deities.</L>
<L>The <HI>thundring voice of heaven</HI> (which &s;peaks &s;o loud)</L>
<L>Is both <HI>begot,</HI> and <HI>&s;peaks</HI> too <HI>in a cloud.</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>clear</HI> &s;till <HI>Streams</HI> di&s;cover to the eye,</L>
<L>What <HI>filth</HI> and <HI>dirt</HI> do in the Bottom lie;</L>
<L>When th' <HI>muddy</HI> boi&s;trous <HI>Sea</HI> keeps from our view</L>
<L>More Trea&s;uries then mortals ever knew.</L>
<L><HI>Homer</HI> the Prince of Poets was <HI>Dark</HI> 'cau&s;e <HI>blinde,</HI></L>
<L>Our <HI>Author</HI>'s like <HI>him,</HI> yet is more <HI>calcin'd.</HI></L>
<L>We prai&s;e <HI>Propertius. Juvenal, Tibullus,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Horatius, Flaccus, Lucan,</HI> and <HI>Catullus,</HI></L>
<L>Above all other petty Ballad-mongers,</L>
<L>Who are &s;o lean, they'l &s;carce &s;uffice our hungers:</L>
<L>But Ile forbear: who &s;o &s;hall read thy Book,</L>
<L>Will think a <HI>Sybil</HI> pen'd it, and will look</L>
<L>For &s;ome t'interpret it: thus then thou'lt puzzle</L>
<L>Thy Readers, 'cau&s;e thy Fancies thou do it muzzle.</L>
<L>I'le &s;ay but this: (Others have prais'd thee more, and better)</L>
<L><HI>Thou writ'&s;t in Characters, though with a common Letter.</HI></L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>S. T. <HI>A. M. W. C.</HI> Oxon.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 LANG="eng" TYPE="encomium">
<PB REF="6">
<HEAD>To the Ab&s;tru&s;e Authour on his Night-work Poems.</HEAD>
<LG N="1">
<HEAD>1</HEAD>
<L>TO prai&s;e <HI>Thy</HI> Wit I cannot hope,</L>
<L>It is &s;o dark, I ne're &s;hall grope</L>
<L>It out, but by <HI>Ariadne's Rope.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>2.</HEAD>
<L>That I am covetous don't think,</L>
<L>For to <HI>illuminate</HI> Thy <HI>Ink</HI></L>
<L>I'le &s;ix pence give to <HI>Boy with link</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>3.</HEAD>
<L>In <HI>London</HI> &s;ure thou could&s;t not &s;cape,</L>
<L>On Ears, and Pur&s;e hee'd ma<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">e a rape,</L>
<L>Who in <HI>Lord Majors</HI> name, doth gape</L>
</LG>
<LG N="4">
<HEAD>4</HEAD>
<L>And cry, <HI>Your Lanthorn, and your Light.</HI></L>
<L>Thy Ver&s;es make it more then night,</L>
<L>Like <HI>Gho&s;ts</HI> Thy Fancies us afright.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="5">
<HEAD>5.</HEAD>
<L>As when rich Wines within a Cellar's<NOTE PLACE="marg">Simile.</NOTE></L>
<L>Dark vaulted womb are welcome dwellers,</L>
<L>Men &s;tagger, though they are but &s;mellers:</L>
</LG>
<LG N="6">
<HEAD>6.</HEAD>
<L>Thy &s;ubtle Wit &s;o <HI>cheats</HI> our eyes,</L>
<L>None can <HI>di&s;cover where it lies,</HI></L>
<L>And yet our Brains it doth &s;urprize.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="7">
<HEAD>7.</HEAD>
<L>Let us have leave (<HI>Heroick Bard</HI>)</L>
<L>To ask Thee why Thou writ'&s;t &s;o hard?</L>
<L>None wear their Cloathes all <HI>welt and gard.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG N="8">
<PB REF="7">
<HEAD>8.</HEAD>
<L>Some one conceipt co&s;ts us a week,</L>
<L>The ea&s;ie&s;t asks of Dayes a Gleek:</L>
<L>Thou play'&s;t with us at <HI>Hide</HI> and <HI>Seek.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG N="9">
<HEAD>9.</HEAD>
<L>We are your friends, you can't do le&s;s</L>
<L>But &s;end them quickly to the <HI>Pre&s;s,</HI></L>
<L>Their <HI>meaning</HI> then they will <HI>confe&s;s.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG N="10">
<HEAD>10.</HEAD>
<L>And then (if <HI>Cookes</HI> do not be&s;peak 'um)</L>
<L>When I am big with <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Acertain drug, dif|fering in color from <HI>Album Graecum.</HI></NOTE> <HI>Flavum Graecum,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Thy Book</HI> &s;hall be my <HI>Vade Mecum.</HI></L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><SIGNED><NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">The two fir&s;t letters of the two la&s;t words, are the Chri&s;ten and the Surname of him that made tho&s;e Ver&s;es.</NOTE>&V;. M.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 LANG="eng" TYPE="encomium">
<HEAD>On Mr. <HI>Somebody's</HI> Poeticall Naps upon <HI>Parna&s;&s;us.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THe <HI>Indians</HI> with <HI>Mundungo</HI> fumigate</L>
<L>Their brains, and all their &s;en&s;es <HI>opiate,</HI></L>
<L><HI>To comprehend their Gods:</HI> &s;o mu&s;t I make</L>
<L>My &s;elf <HI>dead drunk</HI> with Helicon, and take</L>
<L>A Nap upon <HI>Parna&s;&s;us,</HI> to admit</L>
<L>Thy <HI>Mu&s;es,</HI> and dark <HI>Oracles</HI> of wit;</L>
<L>For thy <HI>ob&s;cure, dark foggy, mi&s;ty</HI> &s;trains</L>
<L>Can't be receiv'd but in as <HI>cloudy</HI> brains.</L>
<L>For they who &s;uch &s;ublimities di&s;pen&s;e,</L>
<L>Mu&s;t finde out Souls free from the mi&s;te of &s;en&s;e,</L>
<L><PB REF="7">And cataract of rea&s;on, which mu&s;t be</L>
<L>(Like Him who <HI>put out's eyes that He might &s;ee.</HI>)</L>
<L>As <HI>dark</HI> as is <HI>Thy Book:</HI> for why i'th <HI>Night,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Owles</HI> (which are <HI>blinde by Day</HI>) have quicke&s;t <HI>&s;ight.</HI></L>
<L>Old <HI>Homer, Virgil, Lucan,</HI> and <HI>Catullus,</HI></L>
<L>Pa&s;s for good Poet, as the Ancients tell us;</L>
<L>So <HI>Ovid, Claudian, Juvenal,</HI> and <HI>Martial,</HI></L>
<L>Yet they compar'd with <HI>Thee</HI>'r not worth a fart all.</L>
<L>For they had One, and that <HI>no venial crime,</HI></L>
<L>That they were <HI>under&s;tood</HI> by th'men o'th'time:</L>
<L>And what's more mean than That, which fault, if any,</L>
<L>Makes <NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Mat. Par|ker</HI> the Ballad|maker, Laureat of <HI>London.</HI></NOTE><HI>Parker's Poems</HI> vend but for a Penny.</L>
<L>And <HI>Katharine Stubbs</HI> for three pence, when the women</L>
<L>Wo'nt grudge to pay a Crown for <HI>Jacob Behmen.</HI></L>
<L>'Tis vulgar to be <HI>clear.</HI> 'Tis but a Quibble</L>
<L>To write a ver&s;e that is <HI>intelligible.</HI></L>
<L>But <HI>Thy</HI> judicious <HI>Mu&s;e</HI> &s;hun's this Offence,</L>
<L>And <HI>&s;corns</HI> the pedantry of writing <HI>Sen&s;e.</HI></L>
<L>Thine are true <HI>Heights,</HI> for <HI>Thine</HI> invention</L>
<L><HI>Confounds</HI> the Readers <HI>rea&s;on,</HI> and Thine own,</L>
<L><HI>Thou</HI> (like to Him that &s;hews the famous <HI>Sight</HI></L>
<L>Of <HI>Bell &amp; the Dragon</HI>) e're <HI>thou &s;hew'&s;t mak'&s;t night.</HI></L>
<L>The Heav'ns, by men that they &s;o long have been,</L>
<L>Ador'd, ow't to the <HI>Clouds</HI> that are between:</L>
<L>So 'tis <HI>Thy Soot,</HI> and <HI>Smoak,</HI> makes us admire</L>
<L>Th' internal <HI>Flame, of thy Poetick Fire.</HI></L>
<L>As Nature's <HI>Secret parts</HI> do not excite</L>
<L>So much when all <HI>go naked;</HI> &s;o <HI>Thy</HI> wit,</L>
<L>If <HI>naked,</HI> had not tempted half &s;o hotly,</L>
<L>As now in <HI>Peticoat</HI> and <HI>wa&s;tecoat Motly.</HI></L>
<L><PB REF="8">Through things <HI>tran&s;parent</HI> we di&s;patch our &s;ight,</L>
<L>But gaze on tho&s;e which <HI>terminate our light:</HI></L>
<L>And while we view <HI>dark Objects,</HI> we ne're care</L>
<L>To take accompt of the <HI>per&s;picuous</HI> Air:</L>
<L>So had <HI>Thy</HI> Poetry <HI>tran&s;parent</HI> been,</L>
<L>We had in it no &s;en&s;e, no phan&s;ie &s;een;</L>
<L>But now 'tis &s;o <HI>ob&s;cure,</HI> that twon't <HI>tran&s;mit</HI></L>
<L>Our <HI>Rayes,</HI> we may <HI>&s;u&s;pect</HI> both <HI>Sen&s;e</HI> and <HI>Wit.</HI></L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>G. C. <HI>M. A. SOAC.</HI> Oxon.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 LANG="ita" TYPE="encomium">
<HEAD><HI>Sonetto in Lode del Autore.</HI> Or in plain Engli&s;h, A Jews Letter in Ink to commend our Negro.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>DIro del Bianco pie che l'herb 'inflora?</L>
<L>O Della Bianca man che l'arbo&s;celli</L>
<L>Impera, ino&s;tra e'ndora?</L>
<L>O <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">A Scotch title for the Devil.</NOTE> Del bel vis' humano, humile e piano?</L>
<L>O Delle Dolc' Angeliche Parole?</L>
<L>Que&s;ti l'alba ne rec' e quell'il &s;ole;</L>
<L>Quelle l'eterno ciel, co'centi Tuoi;</L>
<L>Ma Quant' al Tuo Tacer, che non m'annoi.</L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>Alexandro Amidei Fiorentino.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 LANG="eng" TYPE="encomium">
<PB REF="8">
<HEAD>Drollery.</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">Upon the mo&s;t <HI>Illu&s;trious,</HI> (though mo&s;t <HI>Ob|&s;cure, Dark, Black, Mi&s;ty, Cloudy</HI> Poems of the Authour: Or the <HI>Aquila in Nubibus.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>EVery</HI> <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">A Maxime.</NOTE> <HI>thing would live, Cuckows,</HI> and <HI>Owles,</HI></L>
<L>Would <HI>fly abroad,</HI> as well as other Fowles;</L>
<L>And &s;ometimes <HI>whoop</HI> and <HI>&s;creetch,</HI> and tear their throats,</L>
<L>With their dire voice, and think them <HI>Angels</HI> notes.</L>
<L><NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">A minore ad majus.</NOTE> Ri&s;e then, take wing (<HI>fledg'd Poet</HI>) let men know</L>
<L>If the&s;e Birds &s;hew their heads, much more maye&s;t <HI>Thou.</HI></L>
<L>I cannot prai&s;e <HI>Thy Works not worth a fart.</HI></L>
<L>What &s;hall I &s;peak, what &s;hall I &s;ay <HI>Thou</HI> art?</L>
<L>Such <HI>Metaphy&s;icks Thou</HI> writ'&s;t as <HI>tran&s;cends</HI></L>
<L>Our low, if not thine own <HI>Intelligence.</HI></L>
<L>Yet, as they &s;ay the greater <HI>Prophets,</HI> when</L>
<L>Fully wrapt up with <HI>Revelations,</HI> then</L>
<L>Spake things they <HI>under&s;tood not,</HI> and yet are</L>
<L><HI>Canonicall:</HI> Thou art &s;till good, and rare.</L>
<L>Give me a <HI>Poet</HI> wrapt in a thick <HI>Cloud,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Thunder without Lightning,</HI> one who&s;e dark, loud</L>
<L><HI>Voice</HI> di&s;dains <HI>Fla&s;hes,</HI> and 's enough to &s;tartle</L>
<L>Our proude&s;t Wits, from Head even to the <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Well rhym'd Tutor, <HI>Brains</HI> and <HI>Stairs!</HI></NOTE> Ankle:</L>
<L>Thou imitat'&s;t the <HI>World,</HI> who&s;e <HI>fir&s;t</HI> (we read)</L>
<L>Was a <HI>&s;pi&s;s Chaos,</HI> and <HI>untempered.</HI><GAP DESC="missing" EXTENT="2+ pages"></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB REF="9">
<L>Thou <HI>whor'&s;t Ob&s;curity</HI> like <HI>Ixion</HI></L>
<L>Cling'&s;t to a <HI>Cloud,</HI> and <HI>gender'&s;t</HI> thereupon.</L>
<L>A Race of <HI>Centaures,</HI> &s;uch <HI>hard-headed</HI> Mon&s;ters,</L>
<L>As neither mine, nor thy brain but mi&s;con&s;ters.</L>
<L>A <HI>Scholars Gown</HI> &s;hould be <HI>Dark</HI> and <HI>Divines</HI></L>
<L>Put on <HI>black Caps;</HI> even &s;o do all <HI>Thy</HI> Rimes.</L>
<L><HI>Black Bags</HI> help <HI>Beauty,</HI> naked things &s;how <HI>Wi&s;t.</HI></L>
<L>And <HI>Phoebus</HI> &s;hews twice bigger through a Mi&s;t.</L>
<L>The <HI>Sun</HI> we never gaze &s;o much upon,</L>
<L>As when a black <HI>Eclip&s;e</HI> is thrown thereon.</L>
<L>Keep then thy <HI>Sen&s;e.</HI> The <HI>Earth</HI> doth onely &s;how</L>
<L>Her <HI>Common Stones,</HI> <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg"><HI>Where note &s;he conceals her.</HI> preci|ous &s;tones, <HI>and the more</HI> mo|de&s;t <HI>&s;he.</HI></NOTE> which many times do throw</L>
<L>Us down: &s;he &s;hows us trifling gra&s;s, that's brave,</L>
<L>The twinkling of an eye; then findes a grave:</L>
<L>She <HI>hides her trea&s;ure,</HI> and will &s;ooner feel</L>
<L>Her <HI>Bowels ripe,</HI> then &s;how her <HI>Gold</HI> and <HI>Steel.</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>deepe&s;t Streams</HI> are <HI>dark,</HI> and glide along</L>
<L>With a &s;mooth, gentle motion; while the throng</L>
<L>Of <HI>&s;hallow waters</HI> brooking no &s;uch &s;tay,</L>
<L>Di&s;clo&s;e their <HI>bottoms, murmuring</HI> away.</L>
<L>In brief <HI>Thou</HI> art our <HI>Oracle, dark,</HI> and much</L>
<L><HI>Re&s;erv'd,</HI> but do not <HI>cea&s;e, That</HI> &s;hould be <HI>Such.</HI></L>
<L>Let others call for <HI>Sun-&s;hine,</HI> and <HI>Day-light,</HI></L>
<L>Our <HI>Re&s;t</HI> is from <HI>Thy Shadow,</HI> and <HI>Thy Night.</HI></L>
<L>But I have done: onely I'le tell the Readers,</L>
<L>One line of <HI>Thine</HI> hath more then all thy Leaders,</L>
<L><HI>Ovid,</HI> and <HI>Virgil, Homer,</HI> and the re&s;t,</L>
<L>Who &s;pake but &s;eldom <HI>Wit,</HI> and good <HI>at be&s;t:</HI></L>
<L>Who&s;e thrift of Brains was &s;uch, they needs mu&s;t know</L>
<L><HI>What,</HI> and <HI>to whom, how much, nay when,</HI> and <HI>how&punc;</HI></L>
<L><PB REF="9">Thy Lines are liberal, they have a Mine</L>
<L>Of <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Lofty, becau&s;e <HI>high,</HI> and <HI>high</HI> be|cau&s;e <HI>no body can reach them</HI></NOTE> lofty Metaphors, el&s;e they'r not <HI>Thine.</HI></L>
<L>Thy Mu&s;e <HI>conden&s;e's</HI> Wit, which others <HI>beat,</HI></L>
<L>And <HI>rarifie</HI> out into many a &s;heet.</L>
<L>Thine's <HI>Gold</HI> in th' <HI>Ore,</HI> others but in a <HI>Leaf,</HI></L>
<L>In theirs we <HI>Glean,</HI> from <HI>Thee</HI> each plucks a <HI>Sheaf.</HI></L>
<L>Thou art no Ape of others: never rifle&s;t</L>
<L>Old thred-bare <HI>Poets:</HI> for thou never trifle&s;t.</L>
<L><HI>Homer's &s;pew</HI> makes <HI>Thee</HI> drunk: <GAP DESC="foreign"></L>
<L>Empties <HI>Thy</HI> Maw more then e're did <HI>Good Friday.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Thou</HI> &s;corn'&s;t to <HI>imitate, or read;</HI> &s;uch helps</L>
<L>May &s;erve for &s;quemi&s;h Brains, and &s;tupid Whelps,</L>
<L>Who&s;e <HI>theeving</HI> hands (yet not <HI>Mercuriall</HI>) pick</L>
<L>Here a <HI>line,</HI> and there a <HI>word;</HI> &s;ome one <HI>&s;tick</HI></L>
<L>Or two, out of a Neighbours <HI>Hedge,</HI> and then</L>
<L><HI>Faggot</HI> them for next town, and are fine men.</L>
<L>But 'tis not &s;o with <HI>Thee: O mighty Stock!</HI></L>
<L><HI>Thy Head hews</HI> all out of its own great <HI>Block,</HI></L>
<L><HI>&V;nletter'd Scholar!</HI> that weav'&s;t <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">An old Bodge.</NOTE> <HI>all, and &s;ome</HI></L>
<L>From <HI>Thy</HI> own fruitful <HI>Bowels,</HI> and va&s;t womb.</L>
<L><HI>Poets</HI> are <HI>born</HI> &s;o, not <HI>made:</HI> and <HI>Thou</HI> art</L>
<L>Of <HI>Poets</HI> a <HI>Naturall,</HI> and not by <HI>Art.</HI></L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>G. I. <HI>M. A. W. C.</HI> Oxon.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 LANG="lat" TYPE="encomium">
<DIV3 N="1" TYPE="part">
<PB REF="10">
<HEAD>Carmen Proverbiale Exclamatorium in laudem Authoris. Pars prior</HEAD>
<L>O Decus <HI>Anglorum!</HI> Vates famo&s;e tuorum,</L>
<L>Cujus pars nona facit <HI>Oxen-ford Helecona.</HI></L>
<L>Saepe ego <HI>Te</HI> vidi, feci&s;ti me quoque ride-</L>
<L>re, <HI>cum dixi&s;ti</HI> certe <HI>nil,</HI> &s;ed tacui&s;ti:</L>
<L>At <HI>loqueris</HI> jam nunc, &amp; rideo plus ego quam tunc.</L>
<L>C&ugrave;m videam <HI>Librum</HI> (qui non &s;en&s;it mod&ograve; cri|brum)</L>
<L>Et <HI>Carmen nigrum,</HI> &s;ed &amp; ingenium neque pi|grum;</L>
<L>Non qu&ograve;d ego &s;perno Librum quem <HI>abs lumine</HI> cerno,</L>
<L>(E&s;tque <HI>Liber clarus</HI>) e&s;t Author, &amp; undique ra|rus)</L>
<L>Haec ratio non e&s;t qui&agrave; rideo, <HI>my meaning's</HI> <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">No fal&s;e po&s;ition in Engli&s;h good Sir!</NOTE> <HI>hone&s;t.</HI></L>
<L>Carminis &ocirc; <HI>Fulchrum!</HI> &s;pernit tua Mu&s;a &s;epul|chrum!</L>
<L>Naviget <HI>Aethiopas</HI> inter Tuus (&ocirc; Bone) linter,</L>
<L>Qui&s;&abque; <HI>ibi</HI> amat <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">For <HI>co|lorem,</HI> by a piece of an <HI>Aphaere&s;is,</HI> and a piece of <HI>Syncope</HI></NOTE> <HI>c'lorem</HI> libri, &amp; mon&s;trabit amo|rem.</L>
<L><HI>Tu</HI> bonus, &amp; magnus, &amp; <HI>candidus,</HI> ut <HI>niger</HI> agnus</L>
<L>E&s;t pedibus fama tua fortior omni Dama!</L>
<L>O digne! O docte! O <HI>nigrior</HI> ip&s;&acirc; <HI>nocte!</HI></L>
<L>Omnibus &ocirc; <HI>Pa&s;time!</HI> O <HI>vates!</HI></L>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>Sic exclamavit. <HI>T. F.</HI> nuper <HI>N. C.</HI> Oxon. Soc.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="2" LANG="eng" TYPE="part">
<PB REF="10">
<HEAD>The <HI>&s;econd Part</HI> in the <HI>Authours</HI> Language,</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">Being a <HI>Ver&s;e Panegyrick</HI> in Prai&s;e of the <HI>Author's</HI> tran&s;cendently delicious, <HI>Poeticall dainties,</HI> in|clo&s;'d in the <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">You may read it&punc; <HI>Wodden&punc;</HI></NOTE> <HI>Wicker-Basket</HI> of his <HI>Critique Poems.</HI></HEAD>
<OPENER><SALUTE>SIR.</SALUTE></OPENER>
<LG>
<L>IN that &s;mall inch of time I &s;tole, to look</L>
<L>On th'ab&s;tru&s;e Depths of <HI>Your</HI> My&s;terious <HI>Book;</HI></L>
<L>Heav'ns ble&s;s mine eye-&s;ight! what &s;trains did I &s;ee?</L>
<L>What <HI>Steropegeretick</HI> Poetry!</L>
<L>What Hieroglyphick words? what Riddles? all</L>
<L>In Letters more then <HI>Cabali&s;ticall.</HI></L>
<L>Perhaps our fingers may Your Ver&s;es <HI>&s;can,</HI></L>
<L>But all our <HI>Noddles under&s;tand</HI> them can</L>
<L>No more, then read that <HI>Dung-fork't Pot-hook's Hand,</HI></L>
<L>Which in <HI>Queens Colledge Library</HI> doth &s;tand.</L>
<L>The cutting <HI>Hanger</HI> of your Wit I can't &s;ee,</L>
<L>For that &s;ame <HI>Scabberd</HI> that conceals yours Fancy&punc;</L>
<L>Thus a <HI>black</HI> velvet <HI>Casket</HI> hides a <HI>Jewel,</HI></L>
<L>And a <HI>dark Wood-hou&s;e</HI> whole&s;ome winter <HI>fuel;</HI></L>
<L>Thus <HI>John Tredeskin</HI> &s;tarves our greedy eyes,</L>
<L>By <HI>boxing</HI> up his new found Rarities.</L>
<L>Thus were <HI>Philo&s;ophers</HI> content to be</L>
<L>Renown'd, and <HI>famous</HI> in <HI>Ob&s;curity.</HI></L>
<L><PB REF="11">We fear <HI>Actaeons</HI> horns dare not look on,</L>
<L>When you do <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">But, when he does <HI>&s;o,</HI> he verifies the Pro|verb, <HI>viz. Aethopem lavat.</HI></NOTE> <HI>&s;cowr your skin</HI> in <HI>Helicon.</HI></L>
<L>We cannot (<HI>Lynceus</HI>-like) <HI>&s;ee through the wall</HI></L>
<L>Of your &s;trong <HI>mortred Poems,</HI> nor can all</L>
<L>The <HI>&s;mall &s;hot</HI> of our Brains make one <HI>hole</HI> in</L>
<L>The <HI>Bulwark</HI> of <HI>your Book,</HI> that <HI>Fort</HI> to win.</L>
<L><HI>Open</HI> your meanings <HI>Door:</HI> &ocirc; do not <HI>lock</HI> it!</L>
<L>Undoe the Buttons of your &s;maller Pocket;</L>
<L>And <HI>charitably</HI> &s;pend tho&s;e <HI>Angels</HI> there;</L>
<L>Let <HI>them enrich,</HI> and <HI>actuate</HI> our <HI>Sphere:</HI></L>
<L>Take off our <HI>Bongraces,</HI> and <HI>&s;hine</HI> upon us,</L>
<L>Though <HI>your</HI> re&s;plendent <HI>Beams</HI> &s;hould chance to</L>
<L>O were <HI>your</HI> ver&s;es <HI>&s;tol'n,</HI> that &s;o we might (<HI>tan</HI> us.)</L>
<L>Hope in good time to &s;ee them <HI>come to light!</HI></L>
<L>But felt I not a &s;trange <HI>Poetick heat</HI></L>
<L>Glowing therein (which reading <HI>makes me &s;weat</HI>)</L>
<L><HI>Vulcan</HI> &s;hould take 'um, and I'de not exempt 'um,</L>
<L>Becau&s;e they be things.&mdash;<HI>Quibus lumen ademptum.</HI></L>
<L>I thought to have commended &s;omething <HI>there,</HI></L>
<L>But all exceeds my commendations far:</L>
<L>I hope &s;ome <HI>Wit,</HI> when he <HI>your</HI> honour hears,</L>
<L>Will prai&s;e <HI>your Mothers Eyes Turpentine tears:</HI></L>
<L>For my part, I can but &s;tand &s;till, and &s;tare,</L>
<L>And cry <HI>O wondrous! &s;trange! profound! and rare!</HI></L>
<L>Va&s;t wits mu&s;t fathom <HI>you,</HI> better then <HI>thus;</HI></L>
<L><HI>You</HI> merit more then all they:&mdash;As for <HI>us,</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Beetles</HI> of our Rhymes &s;hall drive full fa&s;t in</L>
<L>The <HI>wedges</HI> of <HI>your</HI> worth to everla&s;tin. <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">[<HI>g</HI>] Au|fertur in fine, per Apocopen</NOTE></L>
</LG>
</DIV3>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>T F. lately <HI>F. N. C.</HI> Oxon.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 LANG="fre" TYPE="encomium">
<PB REF="11">
<HEAD>A Son amice, l' Autheur de cette Liure &s;ur &s;on Ob&s;curitie.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>N'Import (grand Poete)</L>
<L>Si tes vers &s;ont ob&s;cures;</L>
<L>C'e&s;t e&s;tre imperfecte,</L>
<L>Si &s;erroient toutes pures.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>L' e&s;time ce&s;t &agrave; cho&s;es</L>
<L>Qui &s;ont pluis difficiles;</L>
<L>L' e&s;pine fait les ro&s;es</L>
<L>Non paroi&s;tre viles.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 LANG="eng" TYPE="encomium">
<HEAD>&V;pon the &s;ame.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WHat means thy <HI>Pega&s;us</HI> to take this flight?</L>
<L>Thy <HI>Book</HI> is forth, but when wil't <HI>come to light</HI></L>
<L>Are the <HI>nine Girles reclu&s;e?</HI> and art <HI>thou</HI> he</L>
<L>Wilt turn <HI>Parna&s;&s;us</HI> to a <HI>Nunnery?</HI></L>
<L>'Twas alwayes <HI>Mountainous;</HI> but, by what &s;pell</L>
<L>Ha&s;t <HI>thou</HI> now made it <HI>inacce&s;&s;ible?</HI></L>
<L>Fountains are clear; but if <HI>Thou thus</HI> go on,</L>
<L>Thou'lt make a <HI>Puddle</HI> of thy <HI>Helicon.</HI></L>
<L>Yet <HI>Darkne&s;s</HI> is thy vertue; were <HI>thy &s;en&s;e</HI></L>
<L>But <HI>legible</HI> to our intelligence;</L>
<L>We might <HI>prophane thy fancy,</HI> or de&s;pi&s;e;</L>
<L>Thus <HI>Per&s;ians hide</HI> their <HI>King</HI> from <HI>vulgar eyes,</HI></L>
<L>They that entail a <HI>game at Che&s;s</HI> upon</L>
<L>Their families to time's &s;ucce&s;&s;ion,</L>
<PB REF="12">
<GAP DESC="duplicate" EXTENT="1 page">
<PB REF="12">
<GAP DESC="duplicate" EXTENT="1 page">
<L><PB REF="13">Making each <HI>Pawn</HI> out-live an <HI>Army;</HI> &s;ee</L>
<L>The <HI>Bi&s;hops move</HI> but once a <HI>Jubilee;</HI></L>
<L>And <HI>Check</HI> ne're comes without a <HI>Comet,</HI> they</L>
<L>Might take <HI>thy Book</HI> to task in&s;tead of play.</L>
<L>Were <HI>Archimedes</HI> living; ten to one,</L>
<L>He'd make each Ver&s;e a <HI>Propo&s;ition;</HI></L>
<L>And pore as long upon't; but I dare &s;ay</L>
<L>Without all hopes of crying <GAP DESC="foreign"></L>
<L>Might none be Judges of <HI>thy</HI> Wit, but &s;uch</L>
<L>As <HI>under&s;tand</HI> it, t'will abide the touch.</L>
<L>I me &s;ure we know it not: then who can blame us</L>
<L>To bring <HI>Thee</HI> in, onely our <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">A Law|term a Ju|ry brings in, when it can't de|termine of a Ca&s;e.</NOTE> <HI>Ignoramus.</HI></L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>H. L. W. C. C.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 LANG="eng" TYPE="encomium">
<HEAD>&V;pon the Gurmundizing Quagmires, and mo&s;t Adiaphanous Bogs, of the Author's obnubilated Roundelayes.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>THou</HI> that <HI>dwarft'&s;t mountains</HI> into <HI>molehill</HI> &s;en&s;e</L>
<L>With <HI>Ell-broad</HI> Marrow-bones of Eloquence;</L>
<L>Cau&s;ing <HI>thy</HI> Eel-skin'd Gla&s;&s;es &s;eem to be</L>
<L>But North-wind Bla&s;ts of <HI>Mahomet's Nunnery.</HI></L>
<L>Breath forth great <HI>Argos</HI> ma&s;t into my hand,</L>
<L>That I may <HI>bob</HI> for <HI>Whales</HI> upon <HI>dry land?</HI></L>
<L>Send down the Me&s;enterick Huckle-bone</L>
<L>Of Cre&s;t-faln <HI>Pancakes</HI> which do cry and grone,</L>
<L>That ovall mill&s;tones are like tarbax't Stars,</L>
<L>Spher'd &s;o on purpo&s;e by <HI>Saturn,</HI> and eke <HI>Mars.</HI></L>
<L><PB REF="13">'Tis true indeed <HI>Saturn</HI> did leave his <HI>Miter,</HI></L>
<L>To be Sow-gelded by 's God-&s;on <HI>Jupiter.</HI></L>
<L>What then? &s;hould <HI>Dun&s;more</HI>'s Bulls fall from the sky?</L>
<L>And <HI>Cart-ropes</HI> into <HI>Princes</HI> &s;ecrets pry?</L>
<L>No &s;ure: we mortals then may fall a&s;leep</L>
<L>On feather'd <HI>Dripping-pans,</HI> playing Bo-peep.</L>
<L>But that's a work onely befits the Gods,</L>
<L>To <HI>Weather-cock</HI> their Eyes with fi&s;hing-rods.</L>
<L>Sail then (great Poet!) thither, where the mode is</L>
<L>To wear Black-pudding-<HI>Points,</HI> at th' <HI>Antipodes:</HI></L>
<L>Ru&s;h forth into that Stage; and then it may be</L>
<L>Thou'lt <HI>Crakanthorp</HI> thy <HI>Mu&s;e</HI> with dull <HI>Farnaby.</HI></L>
<L>Open our eyes with marble pick-tooths, then,</L>
<L>To &s;ee <HI>thy</HI> bed-rid Beetles turn to Men:</L>
<L>Grinde out <HI>thy</HI> Ver&s;es into meal-mouth'd Rhimes,</L>
<L>With <HI>Camomil'd Hor&s;e-plum-trees</HI> of the times.</L>
<L>Break out <HI>thy</HI> Mu&s;e's teeth; but be no caitiff,</L>
<L>To nickname <HI>Lob&s;ters</HI> with the <HI>ca&s;e Ablative:</HI></L>
<L>Then, we &s;hall &s;ee great Whiting mops in &s;hrouds,</L>
<L>And <HI>Planets</HI> bounce <HI>Canundrums</HI> in the Clouds:</L>
<L>Then &s;hall we &s;ee <HI>thee</HI> pa&s;s the Gallow <HI>Tyburn,</HI></L>
<L>Creeping on Carret-tops, and bawl out, I burn,</L>
<L>I burn (great <HI>Jove</HI>)&mdash;with that, he &s;taid his pace,</L>
<L>And heard a Lady call out thus, with grace;</L>
<L>Dame <HI>Gargamel</HI> bids hye you home to &s;upper,</L>
<L>For great <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">In Engli&s;h, a Grandvifier, a grand State&s;man in Turky.</NOTE> <HI>Grangow&s;ier</HI>'s Mule ha's broke his crupper.</L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>T. C. <HI>of</HI> Q. K. C.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 LANG="eng" TYPE="encomium">
<HEAD><PB REF="14">To his ingenuous Friend, the Author, on his imcomparable Poems. <HI>Carmen Joco&s;erium.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WEr't not my friend, the world &s;hould know</L>
<L>How I could prai&s;e thy Works [I trow]</L>
<L>Sounding hence to <HI>Con&s;tantinople,</HI></L>
<L>Poetique &s;trains, I'le wage a <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg"><HI>or</HI> 6s. 8d.</NOTE> Noble;</L>
<L>But &s;ince 'tis &s;o, (Oh! Oh, the pity!)</L>
<L>I mu&s;t <HI>laud</HI> thee in <HI>Ob&s;curity;</HI></L>
<L>Making thy Ver&s;es this the Better,</L>
<L>Becau&s;e like thine in Word, and Letter.</L>
<L>Nor are they therefore to be blam'd,</L>
<L>They will be <HI>lighter</HI> if enflam'd:</L>
<L>Never till then, expect a Riddle</L>
<L>To be explain'd with <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg"><HI>An Eng|li&s;h</HI> &s;aw <HI>inver'&s;t.</HI></NOTE> faddle fiddle.</L>
<L>Such Lines as the&s;e were none before,</L>
<L>Since the cruel fight of Sir <HI>Eglamore.</HI></L>
<L>And in a word; that I may end all,</L>
<L>Better were never made by <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg"><HI>A fa|mous</HI> Scoth Poet <HI>I think he was.</HI></NOTE> <HI>Kendall.</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 LANG="eng" TYPE="encomium">
<HEAD>Once again.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>IF I may gue&s;s at Poets in our Land,</L>
<L><HI>Thou beat'&s;t</HI> them all <HI>above,</HI> and <HI>under hand;</HI></L>
<L>Nay <HI>under leg</HI> too, for thy <HI>feet</HI> out-run 'um,</L>
<L>As far as is from <HI>Oxford</HI> unto <HI>Lon'on:</HI></L>
<L>Nay, give them half in half, <HI>thou creepe&s;t</HI> fa&s;ter</L>
<L>Then Scotti&s;h <HI>Po&s;ts,</HI> that in the greate&s;t <HI>ha&s;te</HI> are;</L>
<L>Nor in thy <HI>Speed</HI> alone do lie thy Glories,</L>
<L>But <HI>thou</HI> 'rt &s;o <HI>&s;weet,</HI> that <HI>done,</HI> thou ta&s;te&s;t <HI>Mori&s;h.</HI></L>
<L>Who e're (I wi&s;s) did &s;ee one, like thee, handy?</L>
<L>And <HI>Rhymes</HI> deliciou&s;er then Sugar candy?</L>
<L><PB REF="14">To thee compar'd, our Engli&s;h Poets all &s;top,</L>
<L>And vail their Bonnets, even <HI>Shake&s;pear's</HI> <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">It &s;hould have been <HI>Fal&s;taff,</HI> if the rhyme had per|mitted it.</NOTE> <HI>Fal&s;top.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Chaucer</HI> the fir&s;t of all was'nt worth a farthing,</L>
<L><HI>Lidgate,</HI> and <HI>Huntingdon,</HI> with Gaffer <HI>Harding.</HI></L>
<L>Non-&s;en&s;e the <HI>Fa&euml;ry Queen,</HI> and <HI>Michael Drayton,</HI></L>
<L>Like Babel's Balm; or Rhymes of <HI>Edward Paiton,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Waller,</HI> and <HI>Turlingham,</HI> and brave <HI>George Sandys,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Beaumont,</HI> and <HI>Fletcher, Donne, Jeremy Candi&s;h,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Herbert,</HI> and <HI>Cleeveland,</HI> and all the train noble</L>
<L>Are <HI>Saints-bells</HI> unto <HI>thee,</HI> and <HI>thou</HI> great <HI>Bow-bell.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Ben John&s;on</HI> 'tis true &s;hew'd us how he could hit</L>
<L>Each humour now; and then be out of it;</L>
<L>Nor could he alwayes keep his Mu&s;e a gallop,</L>
<L>With curb, or whip, but &s;ometimes had but &s;mall (hope.)</L>
<L><HI>Cowly</HI> alack's too <HI>plain;</HI> his <HI>Davideis,</HI></L>
<L>But fit for boyes to read, like <HI>Virgil's Enaeis;</HI></L>
<L>And for his <HI>Mi&s;tre&s;s,</HI> and his other <HI>Poems;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Anacreontique,</HI> and <HI>Pindarique</HI> Theams,</L>
<L>They have no Method in 'um, and are not worth</L>
<L>One pin to kindle fires, and &s;et on hot broth;</L>
<L>None like to <HI>Thee,</HI> but the <HI>Writer of &V;RANIA,</HI></L>
<L>Or <HI>Friar John</HI> the <HI>Poet</HI> of <HI>Normannia;</HI></L>
<L>With <HI>Pagan Fi&s;her,</HI> who e'r&s;t <HI>made a &s;peech,</HI></L>
<L>To &s;hew that he could <HI>ver&s;ifie,</HI> and <HI>preach;</HI></L>
<L>And put it in the <HI>News-books</HI> too, for all</L>
<L>To know, how <HI>he</HI> was <HI>jeer'd in Chri&s;ts-Church Hall.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Thou</HI> bee'&s;t a brave Boy, tru&s;t me if <HI>thou</HI> be'nt,</L>
<L>The be&s;t that ever eat &s;alt fi&s;h in <HI>Lent;</HI></L>
<L>Which makes thy <HI>Ver&s;es</HI> too to be &s;o <HI>witty,</HI></L>
<L>Becau&s;e <HI>Thou &s;ea&s;one&s;t</HI> &s;o well each <HI>Ditty.</HI></L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>S. W. <HI>W. C. C.</HI> Oxon.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 LANG="eng" TYPE="encomium">
<PB REF="15">
<HEAD>An Auto&s;chedia&s;tique</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">To the Ingenuous Authour, on his Poems &s;o Mi&s;cellaneous.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>CAll not the&s;e <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg"><HI>Why? who</HI> calls 'um <HI>&s;o but you?</HI></NOTE> <HI>Mi&s;cellaneous Poems;</HI> why?</L>
<L>What &s;hall we call them then? a Rhap&s;ody.</L>
<L>So our Grammarians <HI>Homer's Iliads name;</HI></L>
<L>And you your &s;elf do verifie the &s;ame;</L>
<L>The difference onely &s;tands in this, that He</L>
<L>A <HI>Grecian: Poet, You</HI> an <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> bee.</L>
<L>We &s;tile <HI>Him Father:</HI> but when that is done,</L>
<L>We mu&s;t acknowledge you to be his Son:</L>
<L><HI>Him Plato</HI> (notwith&s;tanding all <HI>His</HI> Wit)</L>
<L>Into his <HI>Commonwealth</HI> would not admit:</L>
<L>We never deem our &s;elves more happy then,</L>
<L>When we enjoy the writings of &s;uch men.</L>
<L>If <HI>He</HI> were <HI>blinde</HI> (pardon me what I &s;ay)</L>
<L><HI>You</HI> are <HI>&s;o</HI> too; yet in <HI>another way:</HI></L>
<L>So have I &s;een Dame <HI>Ju&s;tice</HI> regent &s;it</L>
<L>With Eyes <HI>blind-folded</HI> to di&s;cern what's fit.</L>
<L><HI>Your Eyes</HI> were <HI>&s;hut,</HI> when <HI>Ver&s;es you did make:</HI></L>
<L><HI>(What would you've done if you had been awake?)</HI></L>
<L>No wonder then that <HI>you</HI> are &s;o <HI>ab&s;tru&s;e,</HI></L>
<L>That <HI>had to do in darkne&s;s with your Mu&s;e.</HI></L>
<L>What though our Poets &s;ometimes <HI>Liars</HI> are?</L>
<L>Each one in this hath not a common &s;hare:</L>
<L>Nor doth the <HI>formal rea&s;on</HI> of <HI>Poetry</HI></L>
<L>Con&s;i&s;t in this, that it mu&s;t be a <HI>Lie.</HI></L>
<L>What hinders but a man may <HI>laugh,</HI> and <HI>rhime,</HI></L>
<L>And <HI>&s;peak the truth</HI> too at the &s;elf &s;ame time?</L>
<L><PB REF="15">Tears have their Fallacies, but who e're knew</L>
<L>A man, a <HI>merry Poet,</HI> and not <HI>true?</HI></L>
<L><HI>Legends</HI> abundance have I read in <HI>Pro&s;e,</HI></L>
<L>In <HI>Ver&s;e</HI> but onely <HI>one Metamorpho&s;e:</HI></L>
<L>Be&s;ides, all do not &s;ee the truths that lie</L>
<L>Couch't in the bowels of <HI>Mythology.</HI></L>
<L><HI>You truth</HI> have &s;poken; and withall &s;o <HI>plain,</HI></L>
<L>That one would think <HI>Luoilius</HI> come again;</L>
<L>And yet <HI>your &s;tile</HI> is &s;o <HI>my&s;terious,</HI></L>
<L>As that of <HI>Juvenal,</HI> or <HI>Per&s;ius.</HI></L>
<L>Briefly, if any may be &s;aid to be</L>
<L>An <HI>Hieroglyphick Poet, You</HI> are <HI>He.</HI></L>
<L>True are <HI>your Eulogies; your Satyrs</HI> keen;</L>
<L><HI>Sad</HI> are <HI>your Elogies; your Silvae</HI> green.</L>
<L>Others have &s;poken this before; for me,</L>
<L>I cannot prai&s;e (for wondring) what I &s;ee.</L>
<L><HI>Philo&s;ophers,</HI> and <HI>Poets</HI> be&s;t are new,</L>
<L><HI>Your Work commends it &s;elf, and &s;o 't mu&s;t You.</HI></L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>N. F. <HI>C. W. F.</HI> Oxon.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 LANG="eng" TYPE="encomium">
<HEAD>&V;pon the nebuligerous, tenebrico&s;iform'd Wit, of the Authour, ab&s;conded in the nigricated Womb of the&s;e Poems.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>O! For the cutting knife now of <HI>Sow-gelder,</HI></L>
<L>To <HI>rip</HI> thy <HI>Womb,</HI> and &s;ee thy <HI>Hans en Kelder.</HI></L>
<L>Thy Wit as yet is wrapt in's <HI>Secundinae;</HI></L>
<L>Which mu&s;t be <HI>launc't,</HI> or el&s;e we ne're &s;hal find ye.</L>
<L><PB REF="16">D'ee think we can &s;ee <HI>Boy</HI> wrapt up in <HI>Mantle?</HI></L>
<L>For my part, how to do't &s;urely I can't tell.</L>
<L>When I thy Ver&s;es read, like in's &s;hell <HI>Tortoi&s;e,</HI></L>
<L>Thy Wits in them as <HI>Wine</HI> in <HI>quart</HI> is;</L>
<L>We can't &s;ee either of them until open'd,</L>
<L>Which if they be not, they'r not worth a Rope end.</L>
<L>Within thy <HI>Book</HI> I'de ha' thee put a <HI>Comment,</HI></L>
<L>We may then under&s;tand peradventure &s;ome on't;</L>
<L>El&s;e we &s;hall ne're do't; for now as the ca&s;e &s;tands,</L>
<L>When we but read it, we are put to ba&s;e &s;tands;</L>
<L>And then we thre&s;h, and beat, and keep a quar|ter;</L>
<L>Then re&s;t; then fall again on: ju&s;t like <HI>Carter</HI></L>
<L>Upon his Hor&s;es poor, tugging, and plucking</L>
<L>To get his <HI>Wain</HI> out, that the <HI>Mire</HI> is &s;tuck in.</L>
<L>VVe &s;weat, and pull; but <HI>c&ugrave;m omne venit ad omne,</HI></L>
<L>The wit within thy Ver&s;e we cannot come nigh.</L>
<L>VVe may as &s;oon our brains knock out, as knock in</L>
<L>Thy my&s;tick &s;en&s;e, 'cau&s;e thou writ'&s;t &s;till a fog in.</L>
<L>Go on brave Son of <HI>Tartar,</HI> black as <HI>Pluto,</HI></L>
<L>Take &s;ome work el&s;e in hand, and fall a new to</L>
<L>Some lofty &s;train, that may even puzzle <HI>Jupiter</HI></L>
<L>To under&s;tand: then &s;urely thou wilt &s;hut it o're</L>
<L>Our weaker mindes; and make the God of Wi&s;dom</L>
<L>To fret, and fume, becau&s;e it was not his doom,</L>
<L>To have thy <HI>Poets</HI> body, and to &s;wallow</L>
<L>Such things as hee'l ne're do whil'&s;t hee's <HI>Apollo.</HI></L>
<L>O all you mighty Poets, whether <HI>Hebrew,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Greek, Latine, Per&s;ian, Caldee,</HI> and all the <HI>Brewers</HI></L>
<L>of <HI>Italian</HI> ver&s;e, <HI>French, Engli&s;h, German,</HI></L>
<L>If you'r compar'd to <HI>Him,</HI> you'r all but poor men.</L>
<L><PB REF="16">I'le &s;ay no more but this, <HI>Thou</HI> art the man, Sir,</L>
<L>That better art then all our former Grand&s;iers.</L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>Adoniram Bitefig of <HI>Utopia.</HI></SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 LANG="eng" TYPE="encomium">
<HEAD>To his highly e&s;teemed Friend the Authour: on his in&s;pired Poems.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>CA&s;t down your Baies (fond Poets) girt his brow,</L>
<L>To whom <HI>Poetick Raptures</HI> homage owe;</L>
<L>Who&s;e nobler &s;oul is onely fit to be</L>
<L>The &s;tandard to all kinde of <HI>Poetry.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Fancy</HI> lay <HI>breathle&s;s,</HI> and that <HI>&s;acred fire</HI></L>
<L>Rak'd up in its own a&s;hes did expire.</L>
<L>The <HI>Fount</HI> dri'd up; nor did the Jovial Crew</L>
<L>Of <HI>Si&s;ters</HI> meet, as they were wont to do:</L>
<L><HI>Apollo</HI> gone Shepheards obtain'd the <HI>Spring,</HI></L>
<L>And Poets onely went a wool-gathring:</L>
<L>But <HI>You</HI> (my friend) from who&s;e moi&s;t brain doth flow</L>
<L>A better <HI>Helicon</HI> then that we owe</L>
<L>(To th' <HI>Hor&s;e's</HI> &s;tamp) &s;corning &s;o long to &s;ee</L>
<L>The <HI>God</HI> thus baffled by Ob&s;curity;</L>
<L>Regain'd the Fort, and by thy lofty &s;trains,</L>
<L>Recover'd&s;t <HI>mountain, &s;pring, and neighbring plains.</HI></L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>H. W. <HI>W. C. C.</HI> Oxon.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 LANG="eng" TYPE="encomium">
<HEAD><PB REF="17">&V;pon the light-footed, though dark Poems of the Au|thour, &s;o nimble, that they skip out of the Rea|ders &s;ight, though he ha&s;tes never &s;o fa&s;t to overtake them.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>COme blow the <HI>Trumpets,</HI> make 'um cry <HI>tarrara;</HI></L>
<L>And from hence &s;ound as far as is <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">A Pro|vince in <HI>Italy.</HI></NOTE> <HI>Ferrara;</HI></L>
<L>That they may hear the worth there of the&s;e <HI>Po|ems,</HI></L>
<L>Which were begot in <HI>high,</HI> and not in <HI>low</HI> <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">A Scotch word for a <HI>Belly.</HI></NOTE> <HI>Wembs&punc;</HI></L>
<L>The Authours brain; when once he did but knock it,</L>
<L>Ver&s;e would pour out, as water out of Bucket.</L>
<L>But fir&s;t I'le tell the way that he accu&s;tom'd</L>
<L>To <HI>generate his ver&s;e&punc; His</HI> head then was tomb'd</L>
<L>Within a <HI>Cap</HI> of linned, or of woollen,</L>
<L>And then within the <HI>Bed</HI> his feet would pull in.</L>
<L>And all day long in it <HI>He</HI> would lie naked,</L>
<L>As hot as though in Oven <HI>He</HI> were baked:</L>
<L>There would <HI>He</HI> have both cruel Pangs and Tor|tures,</L>
<L>As if <HI>He</HI> had been <HI>pounded</HI> in ten <HI>Mortars:</HI></L>
<L>Ju&s;t like the Pangs that <HI>Women</HI> have in <HI>travel,</HI></L>
<L>When they cry out, Back, Belly, Bones, and Navel;</L>
<L>Till at the la&s;t <HI>He</HI> would be unto <HI>Bed brought</HI></L>
<L>Of <HI>Ver&s;es</HI> few: and all that while <HI>He</HI> fed not:</L>
<L>Soon as <HI>He</HI> was deliver'd, <HI>He</HI> would <HI>lick</HI> 'um</L>
<L>Over, and o're, as <HI>Bears</HI> do <HI>Cubs;</HI> and &s;tick 'um</L>
<L>With pen, and ink on paper. What then? wot ye</L>
<L>That the&s;e were <HI>Ver&s;es</HI> bad? They were not &s;notty.</L>
<L><PB REF="17">When <HI>He</HI> had made 'um clean: no they were brave ones,</L>
<L><NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">This <HI>Ver&s;e</HI> is &s;omewhat of the longe&s;t &s;ize.</NOTE> There could not be &s;uch made again, though writ with quils of Ravens.</L>
<L>Rare we mu&s;t think them, that are made on bol&s;ters,</L>
<L>(A kinde of <HI>Cu&s;hion</HI> that's &s;old by <HI>&V;phol&s;ters.</HI>)</L>
<L>For all day long <HI>He</HI> did con&s;ult on pillow,</L>
<L>Which made him write in <HI>Thunder,</HI> not in <HI>&s;tile low.</HI></L>
<L>If you ask why <HI>his Wit</HI> is <HI>dark.</HI> and <HI>can't &s;ee't,</HI></L>
<L>Alwayes <HI>He</HI> hid him&s;elf, and writ i'th' &s;heet.</L>
<L>But I have done, he that &s;hall next come after,</L>
<L>May make you &s;erious, we create you laughter.</L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>D&oacute;n John Puntaeus. <GAP DESC="foreign">.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 LANG="eng" TYPE="encomium">
<HEAD>To the unknown Author.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>I That ne're &s;poke in Ver&s;e, am come</L>
<L>To adde my <HI>Farthing</HI> to <HI>Thy Sum;</HI></L>
<L>What if I &s;train a Line or &s;o,</L>
<L>Thy Ver&s;es Feet can make me go,</L>
<L>If Leg or Arm be broke: 'tis true</L>
<L>He is a Poet, right, <HI>true blue;</HI></L>
<L>And whether or no I crack my brain,</L>
<L><HI>True blue I'me &s;ure can never &s;tain.</HI></L>
<L>Nay, his incomparable Ver&s;e,</L>
<L>Would <HI>rai&s;e</HI> me, were I in my <HI>Her&s;e:</HI></L>
<L>His Line's &s;o my&s;tique, &s;o profound,</L>
<L>No <HI>Trea&s;ure</HI> buried under ground</L>
<L><PB REF="18">Were worth &s;o much at <HI>comming forth,</HI></L>
<L>Wer's <HI>Ver&s;es</HI> &s;old to half their worth:</L>
<L>Some one perhaps may in a puff,</L>
<L>Say they are <HI>pittifull</HI> enough;</L>
<L>Or that they would be more meet,</L>
<L>To make his <HI>Grandam</HI> a <HI>Winding-&s;heet?</HI></L>
<L>Let &s;uch with their <HI>Balladian</HI> Rhymes</L>
<L>Exhau&s;t their oyl, and &s;pend their times</L>
<L>To &s;eek for Arts not yet reveal'd;</L>
<L>But let <HI>His Ver&s;es</HI> live <HI>conceal'd.</HI></L>
<L>For I'le avouch't by <HI>Jove</HI> they'r good,</L>
<L>Had we more plenty of the Brood.</L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>R. F.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 LANG="eng" TYPE="encomium">
<HEAD>&V;pon the Blackne&s;s of Darkne&s;s: the Authours Poems.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>SOme &s;ay <HI>Mathematicks</HI> are hard to know;</L>
<L>Some &s;ay the <HI>School-men</HI> are difficult too:</L>
<L>One complains of <HI>Arabick,</HI> 'tis not ea&s;ie;</L>
<L>Another of <HI>Coptique,</HI> it cannot plea&s;e me.</L>
<L>One &s;ayes that <HI>Homer</HI> was a <HI>blinde Poet,</HI></L>
<L>And &s;o was <HI>Per&s;ius,</HI> and <HI>Cleaveland:</HI> I know it.</L>
<L>Some &s;ay that <HI>Night</HI> is <HI>Dark,</HI> others agen</L>
<L>Will &s;wear that <HI>dark Rooms</HI> are fit for <HI>mad men.</HI></L>
<L>Let 'um &s;ay what they will: I'm &s;ure there's none</L>
<L>If thou bee'&s;t but in place, de&s;erves the <HI>Throne;</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Kingdom</HI> of <HI>Darkne&s;s</HI> is all thine own.</L>
<L><PB REF="18"><HI>Euclide</HI> is ea&s;ie, and <HI>Scotus</HI> is plain,</L>
<L>If eithers compared with <HI>thy darker</HI> &s;train,</L>
<L><HI>Arabique</HI> too; and any other <HI>Tongue,</HI></L>
<L>May &s;ooner be <HI>known</HI> then <HI>Thy plaine&s;t Song.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Cleaveland,</HI> and <HI>Homer,</HI> and <HI>Per&s;ius</HI> to boot,</L>
<L>Are <HI>clear</HI> and &s;mooth, if compar'd with <HI>thy foot:</HI></L>
<L>Yea, the <HI>Night</HI> it &s;elf, or the <HI>Grave</HI> (as &s;ome &s;ay)</L>
<L>I'th' <HI>mid&s;t</HI> of <HI>thy Clouds</HI> would be a <HI>Milkie-way.</HI></L>
<L>Therefore the <HI>Proverb</HI> lye's, if ever it tell,</L>
<L><HI>Dark Rooms</HI> are for <HI>Mad-men;</HI> for in <HI>&s;uch</HI> to dwell,</L>
<L><HI>Thy Wit,</HI> and <HI>Thy Fancy,</HI> do hold it full well.</L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>Timothy Tinderbox <HI>of</HI> Jamaica.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 LANG="eng" TYPE="encomium">
<HEAD>&V;pon the Author's incomparable Hogan Mogan My&s;teries lockt up in the duskie &s;hady Che&s;t of his Poems: <HI>or,</HI> Jack in a Box:</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>OH! that I had a <HI>quill</HI> that's &s;natcht from <HI>Eagle,</HI></L>
<L>That I may <HI>write thy</HI> prai&s;e: or th' <HI>mouth</HI> of <HI>Beagle,</HI></L>
<L>To <HI>throat thy</HI> worth out, for <HI>thy Ver&s;es</HI> gallant,</L>
<L>(Of which within thy Book there is no &s;mall want)</L>
<L>In which there Fancy lies up to the <HI>Elbows,</HI></L>
<L>And <HI>Satyrs keen</HI> as are the <HI>Spani&s;h Bilboes.</HI></L>
<L>If <HI>thou</HI> would&s;t write (as we &s;ay) <HI>plain as Dun&s;table;</HI></L>
<L>We might then <HI>apprehend thee;</HI> but not <HI>Con&s;table</HI></L>
<L>Now can do't, nor to boot all his <HI>Watch-men,</HI></L>
<L>Although it be their <HI>Calling</HI> to <HI>Attach men.</HI></L>
<L><PB REF="19">Thou &s;corn'&s;t to <HI>write</HI> in &s;tile that's call'd <HI>down-right</HI></L>
<L>Becau&s;e (&s;ay'&s;t thou) to <HI>this age</HI> 'twill not <HI>&s;ound right;</HI></L>
<L>Therefore do&s;t &s;wear thou mu&s;t things above <HI>Moon write.</HI></L>
<L>I'le bid defiance now to <HI>Po'et Boquendo,</HI></L>
<L>Such Ver&s;e as <HI>his</HI> ofttimes <HI>Ballad-Women</HI> do</L>
<L>Make; yes, and better too, his <HI>Turki&s;h Turbat</HI></L>
<L>Fits not our <HI>Engli&s;h heads; his Ver&s;es</HI> are but</L>
<L>Such as may be made by your <HI>Jack</HI> or your <HI>Gill;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Our Poet</HI> makes as good as ev'r did <HI>Virgil.</HI></L>
<L>His title tells us, that upon <HI>Parna&s;&s;us</HI></L>
<L>He nap't to make &s;ome Ver&s;e, but as the ca&s;e is,</L>
<L>Men &s;carce will credit; yet why not? f'r ought I know,</L>
<L>He took <HI>deep &s;leeps ex fonte Caballino.</HI></L>
<L>For he that <HI>reads his Book</HI> will &s;wear he <HI>dream'd</HI> &s;ure,</L>
<L>El&s;e never &s;uch <HI>dark Poems</HI> had he teem&punc;d &s;ure.</L>
<L>Yet ought not men to think u'm <HI>&s;ad</HI> 'cau&s;e <HI>ob&s;cure,</HI></L>
<L>They'le give you <HI>mirth</HI> I warrant, and all &s;obs cure.</L>
<L><HI>At th' end</HI> of <HI>his Book</HI> in <HI>jerking Character,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Antiquity</HI> lies bruis'd, he hath &s;o <HI>thwack't her.</HI></L>
<L>Nor '&s;capes from <HI>his De&s;cription Temporizer,</HI></L>
<L>Who when he &s;ees him&s;elf <HI>la&s;ht</HI> &s;o, will <HI>Mi&s;erere</HI></L>
<L><HI>mei Domine</HI> cry.&mdash;But Readers ha&s;te in</L>
<L>To view the Lines of <HI>Poet</HI>&mdash;</L>
<L>Read'um I pray, for I will &s;wear th'are good ones,</L>
<L>And cannot mended be by a whole brood on's:</L>
<L>Becau&s;e, if ever we intend to do it,</L>
<L>We mu&s;t drink <HI>Foggie Ale,</HI> and &s;o <HI>fall to it.</HI></L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>W. G. <HI>C. W. C.</HI></SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 LANG="eng" TYPE="encomium">
<HEAD><PB REF="19">&V;pon the Author's <HI>My&s;tery of Babylon.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>MY infant tender <HI>Mu&s;e</HI> can't prai&s;e <HI>thy</HI> tongue,</L>
<L>As well as others of the learned throng.</L>
<L>He's perfect man and wit, who&s;e larger brain</L>
<L>Can comprehend, and prai&s;e thy lowe&s;t &s;train.</L>
<L>A <HI>Hue and cry</HI></L>
<L>With &s;wifte&s;t pace,</L>
<L>And nimble&s;t race,</L>
<L>If it &s;hould try</L>
<L>And ride to &s;py,</L>
<L>Would hardly trace</L>
<L><HI>Thy</HI> &s;en&s;e, and finde</L>
<L><HI>Thy my&s;tick minde.</HI></L>
<L>I cannot &s;ay thou writ'&s;t in&s;tead of <HI>Ink</HI></L>
<L>With <HI>juice</HI> of <HI>Lemons,</HI> that's too <HI>&s;harp</HI> a drink,</L>
<L>And <HI>quick;</HI> but yet as that <HI>conceals what's writ,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Writes</HI> well enough, but then</L>
<L><HI>Blots out</HI> as fa&s;t agen;</L>
<L>And &s;o by riddling play</L>
<L>Brings <HI>night</HI> in mid&s;t of <HI>Day,</HI></L>
<L>And none mu&s;t hope to <HI>&s;ee</HI></L>
<L>What's <HI>written,</HI> though there it be.</L>
<L>Ju&s;t &s;o <HI>thou juggle&s;t,</HI> &s;peak'&s;t good <HI>&s;en&s;e</HI> and <HI>wit,</HI></L>
<L>Yet &s;o <HI>ob&s;cure</HI> in every part of it,</L>
<L>As that it di&s;appears</L>
<L>From all our <HI>eyes</HI> and <HI>ears,</HI></L>
<L>And we mu&s;t u&s;e <HI>implicit faith</HI> to &s;ee't.</L>
<L>Yet do not cry,</L>
<L>Nor be angry.</L>
<L>And thy friends fly,</L>
<L><PB REF="20">As if they did <HI>abu&s;e thee</HI></L>
<L>Thy body's <HI>opacous</HI></L>
<L>But do'nt thou mi&s;take us,</L>
<L>Nor pluck thy <HI>My&s;tachios,</HI></L>
<L>If ever thou would&s;t u&s;e me:</L>
<L>Becau&s;e ev'ry Letter,</L>
<L>Is far much the better,</L>
<L>That wants <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">t. in&s;eri|tur per E|penthe&s;in.</NOTE> <HI>Interpretter,</HI></L>
<L>And much doth amu&s;e me.</L>
<L>I thought to have prai&s;ed &s;ome of <HI>thy Coppies,</HI></L>
<L>And &s;hew'd how far th' excell'&s;t other <HI>Puppies;</HI></L>
<L>But <HI>thy meaning</HI> is <HI>deep,</HI></L>
<L>And in it to <HI>peep,</HI></L>
<L>I fear my head will turn <HI>giddy.</HI></L>
<L>Thy <HI>Ale</HI> is &s;o <HI>&s;trong,</HI></L>
<L>And <HI>bottled</HI> &s;o long,</L>
<L>And clo&s;e, that now 'tis &s;o <HI>heady;</HI></L>
<L>As that it's <HI>mouth</HI></L>
<L>I would be loath</L>
<L>To <HI>open:</HI> 'tis &s;o froppi&s;h</L>
<L>I know it will <HI>fly,</HI></L>
<L>And <HI>&s;mite</HI> my <HI>eye,</HI></L>
<L>And make my <HI>brains</HI> quite &s;otti&s;h.</L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>J. D. <HI>W. C. C.</HI></SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 LANG="eng" TYPE="encomium">
<HEAD><PB REF="20">&V;pon the imcomparably-high-fancied Poems of the Author, &s;o mon&s;trou&s;ly Ob&s;cure.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>GIve me &s;ome <HI>ink</HI> fetcht from the <HI>Mu&s;es</HI> &s;tream,</L>
<L><HI>Lull</HI> me <HI>a&s;leep</HI> in a <HI>Poetique Dream;</HI></L>
<L>In&s;pire me with a rapture, let my Brea&s;t</L>
<L>By <HI>&s;acred Fury</HI> be po&s;&s;e&s;t.</L>
<L>Reach me a <HI>quill</HI> drawn from an <HI>Eagles wing,</HI></L>
<L>Teach me the way to <HI>write i'th' Moon,</HI> and bring</L>
<L>All the world to read, and hear</L>
<L>What in <HI>thy prai&s;e</HI> I &s;hall <HI>write there.</HI></L>
<L>Hence you <HI>Poetique Dablers,</HI> hide your heads</L>
<L>In <HI>Clouds</HI> and <HI>Darkne&s;s,</HI> here's <HI>one</HI> better leads</L>
<L>Poor undeceived mortals, and di&s;plaies</L>
<L>To <HI>undi&s;covered Lands</HI> of <HI>Poetry,</HI></L>
<L>Which hitherto did <HI>unknown</HI> lie;</L>
<L>And will be ever <HI>&s;o,</HI> far nearer wayes.</L>
<L>Let <HI>Homer</HI> vani&s;h hence, le&s;t by the <HI>Pain</HI></L>
<L>Of hearing <HI>him,</HI> he <HI>vomit</HI> once again.</L>
<L>Let <HI>Virgil</HI> feed on bread, leave him the Spring</L>
<L>From which the <HI>Poets</HI> their originall bring:</L>
<L>Let <HI>Ovid</HI> write more <HI>Tri&s;tia's;</HI> break his quill,</L>
<L>He's <HI>bani&s;h'd</HI> once more from <HI>Parna&s;&s;us Hill.</HI></L>
<L>Hence ye poor <HI>Ants</HI> that on that <HI>Mountain</HI> &s;it,</L>
<L>Hence, and give place to a more <HI>maje&s;tique</HI> wit.</L>
<L><HI>He</HI> comes, fly off, le&s;t you <HI>his triumph</HI> meet,</L>
<L>Ca&s;t down your <HI>Pens,</HI> and onely u&s;e your <HI>Feet.</HI></L>
<L>Let's <HI>&s;ee</HI> your <HI>backs, h'as</HI> purcha&s;ed all the <HI>Mount;</HI></L>
<L>Here's no <HI>room</HI> left for men of your account:</L>
<L><HI>Here's</HI> not one <HI>Turf</HI> under your Heads to lie,</L>
<L>After your death, unle&s;s you from <HI>Him</HI> buy.</L>
<L><PB REF="21">I &s;aw the <HI>Bargain,</HI> when the <HI>Mu&s;es</HI> gave</L>
<L>To <HI>him</HI> all right, which in <HI>that place they</HI> have.</L>
<L>Thou ha&s;t <HI>expo&s;ed</HI> to the <HI>common &s;ight</HI></L>
<L><HI>Thy Poems,</HI> yet I can't &s;ay <HI>brought to light.</HI></L>
<L>Thy <HI>mode&s;t Mu&s;e</HI> puts on a <HI>mask</HI> between</L>
<L>Our &s;ight and it, <HI>&s;ees all,</HI> and <HI>is not &s;een.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Thy Ver&s;es</HI> ri&s;e above the <HI>vulgar</HI> flight,</L>
<L>And draw them&s;elves out of my wandring &s;ight;</L>
<L>Soar up to heaven to make a <HI>brighter</HI> day,</L>
<L>Unle&s;s they meet <HI>the fire by the way.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Prick</HI> up your <HI>ears Mortality,</HI> and <HI>hear</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>highe&s;t Lines</HI> that ever <HI>Paper</HI> bear:</L>
<L>Bring your <HI>Five Sen&s;es</HI> hither, <HI>all won't do</HI></L>
<L>(I think) to <HI>read</HI> and <HI>under&s;tand him</HI> too.</L>
<L>Put on your <HI>Spectacles,</HI> and <HI>wipe your eyes,</HI></L>
<L>And then you'l <HI>&s;ee</HI> where the <HI>deep Fancy</HI> lies:</L>
<L>Attend the&s;e <HI>&s;acred Rimes;</HI> &s;ee, <HI>they</HI> begin</L>
<L>To <HI>knock</HI> at your <HI>Brains door,</HI> and <HI>can't come in.</HI></L>
<L>Think you within the <HI>&s;mall &s;pace</HI> of your <HI>Brain</HI></L>
<L>To <HI>conceive</HI> that which the <HI>world</HI> can't <HI>contain?</HI></L>
<L><HI>He's</HI> greater far then to be <HI>chain'd</HI> to <HI>Sen&s;e;</HI></L>
<L>Or <HI>held</HI> within <HI>that &s;trait Circumference.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Divinity</HI> &s;corns <HI>&s;en&s;e,</HI> and <HI>Angels</HI> ne're</L>
<L>Can be <HI>confined</HI> to that <HI>Sphere.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Oracles</HI> ne're did <HI>de&s;cend</HI> to be</L>
<L><HI>Ea&s;ie</HI> and <HI>plain</HI> to each capacity;</L>
<L>But <HI>hover'd</HI> in a <HI>my&s;tick Cloud,</HI></L>
<L>Seldom <HI>conceiv'd,</HI> yet <HI>&s;ounding loud.</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Gods</HI> when they came from <HI>above</HI></L>
<L>To live with men, did chu&s;e a <HI>Grove:</HI></L>
<L><HI>A place</HI> in its own native <HI>darkne&s;s</HI> wrapt,</L>
<L>Where they the &s;ight of <HI>vulgar eyes</HI> e&s;cap't.</L>
<L><PB REF="21">The <HI>holie&s;t place</HI> was <HI>wondred at, not &s;een:</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Prie&s;t</HI> him&s;elf might onely enter in:</L>
<L><HI>God to prophaner eyes</HI> denied the view,</L>
<L>Le&s;t they contemned what they knew.</L>
<L><HI>Poets</HI> &s;hould have <HI>Elijah's mantles,</HI> till the day</L>
<L>They <HI>go to heaven,</HI> and then <HI>ca&s;t them away.</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Suns bright beams,</HI> unle&s;s they look <HI>behinde</HI></L>
<L><HI>A cloud,</HI> there wondring <HI>lookers</HI> on <HI>do blind.</HI></L>
<L>None that <HI>Divine,</HI> or <HI>Angels hand,</HI></L>
<L>Which with a &s;udden trembling did affright&punc;</L>
<L>The <HI>Babilone&s;h Kings</HI> delight;</L>
<L>Unle&s;s <HI>interpreted</HI> could <HI>under&s;tand.</HI></L>
<L>Should <HI>you religion</HI> &s;hew to <HI>common eyes,</HI></L>
<L><HI>You</HI> from <HI>adoring</HI> teach them to <HI>de&s;pi&s;e:</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Temple</HI> had its <HI>vail,</HI> which <HI>checkt</HI> the light</L>
<L>Of <HI>Divine My&s;teries</HI> from <HI>Prophaner</HI> &s;ight.</L>
<L>The <HI>Turki&s;h mo&s;ques</HI> are <HI>darkned</HI> by their law,</L>
<L>To &s;trike Beholders with <HI>Maje&s;tick awe.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Curtains</HI> fit tho&s;e that on <HI>Parna&s;&s;us Dream,</HI></L>
<L>Or near the <HI>Bublings</HI> of the <HI>&s;acred &s;tream.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Poets</HI> a'nt <HI>pictured</HI> in <HI>tran&s;parent lawn,</HI></L>
<L>But in a <HI>mantle ca&s;t about them, drawn.</HI></L>
<L>They that are <HI>crown'd</HI> with <HI>laurel boughs,</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>leaves give &s;haddow to their Brows.</HI></L>
<L>The true <HI>Poetick fire</HI> &s;hould have its <HI>&s;moak;</HI></L>
<L>Which might or <HI>blinde,</HI> or <HI>choak</HI></L>
<L>Tho&s;e that approach too near; the <HI>&s;un</HI></L>
<L>Can <HI>Draw up mi&s;ts</HI> from <HI>Helicon.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Light</HI> things or <HI>top</HI> of <HI>waters</HI> are fir&s;t &s;pied;</L>
<L>Tho&s;e of more w<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="3 letters">t down to the <HI>bottom</HI> &s;lide.</L>
<L>We take to get mo&s;t <HI>precious</HI> things more pains,</L>
<L>The be&s;t things are lea&s;t <HI>obvious</HI> and <HI>plain.</HI></L>
<L><PB REF="22">The <HI>eye,</HI> which in it &s;elf's all light,</L>
<L>In various <HI>coats</HI> is wrapt up from our &s;ight.</L>
<L>The <HI>choice&s;t Fruits</HI> which <HI>nature</HI> liketh be&s;t,</L>
<L>From <HI>injury</HI> in divers <HI>&s;hells</HI> are dre&s;t.</L>
<L>The pure&s;t <HI>Earth</HI> which lea&s;t of <HI>mixture</HI> ta&s;t's</L>
<L>Lies <HI>far removed</HI> near the <HI>center</HI> plac't.</L>
<L>Be&s;t things may be <HI>ob&s;cure;</HI> thus was the <HI>Cloud</HI></L>
<L>On th' one &s;ide <HI>light,</HI> on th' other in a <HI>&s;hrowd.</HI></L>
<L>Thus the <HI>North</HI> and <HI>Southern Pole</HI></L>
<L>On which <HI>cele&s;tial Bodies</HI> rowl;</L>
<L>Which all the <HI>Earth</HI> doth come between,</L>
<L>Are <HI>never both together &s;een.</HI></L>
<L>But if <HI>One</HI> gives the <HI>Saylours</HI> light,</L>
<L>The <HI>Other</HI> is <HI>hid</HI> from their &s;ight.</L>
<L>Thus <HI>mountains</HI> in the unthrift <HI>moon,</HI></L>
<L>Without the help of <HI>gla&s;&s;es,</HI> can't be &s;hewn.</L>
<L><HI>Thou Hieroglyphick Poet!</HI> who&s;e <HI>deep</HI> wit</L>
<L>Cannot be <HI>known</HI> without expounding it.</L>
<L>The <HI>Turks,</HI> as many <HI>Commentatours</HI> throw'd</L>
<L>As might at once <HI>two hundred Camels load,</HI></L>
<L>Into the <HI>waves:</HI> &s;hould all <HI>tho&s;e thee expound,</HI></L>
<L>They'de leave <HI>thee</HI> ju&s;t as <HI>deep</HI> as fir&s;t they found.</L>
<L>The <HI>expo&s;itions</HI> on thy <HI>My&s;teries</HI></L>
<L>To &s;uch a numerous off-&s;pring &s;hall ari&s;e,</L>
<L>As will put down the ignorant Rout</L>
<L>Of tho&s;e that blindely doat about</L>
<L><HI>Aquinas</HI> Sums, and <HI>Lombard</HI>'s <HI>cobweb</HI> &s;tuffe;</L>
<L>Yet &s;wear at la&s;t they han't <HI>explain'd</HI> enough:</L>
<L><HI>Per&s;ius</HI> may hang him&s;elf, for now he ha's lo&s;t</L>
<L>The <HI>Darkne&s;s</HI> which <HI>he</HI> onely once <HI>ingro&s;t;</HI></L>
<L><HI>That clowdy Poet,</HI> if compared to <HI>thee,</HI></L>
<L>By A B C <HI>Boyes under&s;tood</HI> may be.</L>
<L><PB REF="22">The <HI>Devil</HI> (had <HI>Barbarus thy Ver&s;es</HI> &s;een)</L>
<L>But by &s;ome <HI>Aenygmatick</HI> notion took</L>
<L>From the great <HI>aby&s;&s;e</HI> of <HI>thy Book.</HI></L>
<L>Or &s;ome deep Fancies in <HI>thy</HI> Brain that &s;wim,</L>
<L>Ile lay my life on't they'de have orappled <HI>him.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Poets</HI> (as <HI>Aeolus</HI> the <HI>windes</HI> in <HI>caves</HI>)</L>
<L>By <HI>loading words</HI> in <HI>Fetters</HI> make them <HI>&s;laves:</HI></L>
<L><HI>You</HI> yours in an eternal <HI>Dungeon</HI> keep,</L>
<L>(<HI>Darker</HI> far then that of <HI>Ink,</HI>)</L>
<L>Onely it wants the &s;tink:</L>
<L>Through which not one &s;mall <HI>Beam</HI> of <HI>light</HI> can creep.</L>
<L>Fetch me <HI>Augu&s;tus</HI> eyes, or <HI>Tamerlane's,</HI></L>
<L>Who&s;e <HI>&s;ight</HI> could give <HI>intelligence</HI> to their <HI>Brains</HI></L>
<L>In thicke&s;t <HI>Darkne&s;s;</HI> or <HI>his</HI> that could <HI>&s;pie</HI></L>
<L>The enemies <HI>Fleet</HI> in <HI>Carthage</HI> Road to lie</L>
<L><HI>Three hundred Leagues off;</HI> and it may be they</L>
<L>In this <HI>thy</HI> profound <HI>night</HI> will finde &s;ome <HI>day.</HI></L>
<L>They that from new made <HI>Characters</HI> can finde,</L>
<L>And pick at la&s;t the <HI>my&s;tick</HI> minde</L>
<L>Of him that made <HI>them,</HI> would be <HI>more put to't,</HI></L>
<L>To &s;earch the <HI>meaning</HI> of <HI>thy</HI> fancy out.</L>
<L>Should we attempt to hunt <HI>thy</HI> wit,</L>
<L>As men do <HI>Hares</HI> by th' <HI>impre&s;s of it's feet:</HI></L>
<L>Be &s;ure we never &s;hould it <HI>take,</HI></L>
<L>It doth &s;o many <HI>&s;ubtle</HI> windings make.</L>
<L><HI>Thy Book</HI>'s a <HI>Labyrinth,</HI> which doth <HI>infold</HI></L>
<L>It &s;elf in many <HI>turnings,</HI> that do flie</L>
<L>The curious <HI>Diligence</HI> of the Readers <HI>eye;</HI></L>
<L>And yet <HI>it</HI> doth no <HI>Mon&s;ters</HI> hold.</L>
<L>Like tho&s;e that <HI>writ</HI> in <HI>wax, thy</HI> wit</L>
<L>Is <HI>clo&s;ed</HI> and <HI>&s;ealed,</HI> as &s;oon as <HI>writ.</HI></L>
<L>I've &s;ometimes &s;een tho&s;e that do <HI>bathe</HI></L>
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<L><PB REF="24">Them&s;elves in our <HI>Suns waters,</HI> fir&s;t to <HI>&s;wathe</HI></L>
<L>Their <HI>Bodies</HI> in &s;ome <HI>&s;hrowds</HI> for fear</L>
<L>Le&s;t any misbecoming <HI>nakedne&s;s</HI> appear:</L>
<L>So <HI>thou</HI> when <HI>dipt</HI> in <HI>Helicon,</HI> come&s;t out</L>
<L><HI>Hid</HI> and <HI>clouded</HI> from the <HI>vulgar</HI> rout:</L>
<L>Yet thou by <HI>hiding</HI> of <HI>thy</HI> light,</L>
<L><HI>Complie&s;t</HI> with the <HI>weakne&s;s</HI> of our <HI>&s;ight.</HI></L>
<L>For &s;hould&s;t thou to our <HI>mortal eyes</HI></L>
<L>With <HI>all thy Beams</HI> and <HI>lu&s;ter</HI> on, ari&s;e;</L>
<L>Th' <HI>exceeding brightne&s;s</HI> of that <HI>day</HI></L>
<L>Would make us <HI>blinde</HI> and <HI>grope</HI> our way.</L>
<L>Go forth <HI>great &s;pirit,</HI> let me &s;ee</L>
<L>What the <HI>next age</HI> will think of <HI>thee.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Dazle the world,</HI> &s;hew that their <HI>&s;ight</HI></L>
<L>Is not &s;o <HI>piercing</HI> as it might.</L>
<L>Make <HI>Antiquaries</HI> work in the next age,</L>
<L>T'<HI>unty</HI> the <HI>Gordian knots</HI> of every <HI>page;</HI></L>
<L>Let them admire the <HI>Ocean</HI> of <HI>thy</HI> wit,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t all their <HI>leaden heads</HI> can't <HI>fathom</HI> it.</L>
<L>Till the <HI>Phenix</HI> of the <HI>world,</HI></L>
<L>Into its <HI>funeral flame</HI> is hurl'd;</L>
<L>To <HI>comprehend thy depth</HI> let none a&s;pire,</L>
<L>Till all our <HI>Bodley</HI>'s <HI>there</HI> &s;hall burn,</L>
<L>And th' <HI>a&s;hes</HI> be clo&s;ed in one <HI>urn,</HI></L>
<L>Till <HI>thy Book</HI> is <HI>enlightened by that fire.</HI></L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>T. S. <HI>W. C. F.</HI> Oxon.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="dedicatory letter">
<PB REF="24">
<HEAD>The Epi&s;tle <HI>Dedicatory</HI> made by the <HI>Authour</HI> (upon &s;ome di&s;like) and pre&s;ented to his now adopted Mother, the <HI>Univer&s;ity</HI> of <HI>Cambridge.</HI></HEAD>
<OPENER><SALUTE>Deare&s;t <HI>Dam,</HI></SALUTE></OPENER>
<P>I Could now with &s;orrow wi&s;h, that I had <HI>hang'd</HI> on the <HI>tawny &V;dders</HI> of <HI>your Charity</HI> in&s;tead of your Si&s;ter <HI>Oxfords,</HI> that I might from thence have <HI>&s;ucked</HI> the &s;ilver <HI>Milk</HI> of Education with the now <HI>leaden Lips</HI> of my Appre|hen&s;ion. However, &s;ince it cannot now be, that I &s;hould <HI>re-initiate</HI> my &s;elf; yet be it not pre&s;umpti|on in me to pre&s;ent <HI>you</HI> the fir&s;t <HI>Ears</HI> of that <HI>Corn</HI> which I could be glad were of &s;ome <HI>&s;tanding</HI> in your <HI>Fields,</HI> though I had hazzarded the <HI>ploughing</HI> and <HI>harrowing</HI> of my <HI>Po&s;teriors</HI> for it. And indeed I mu&s;t tell you, that as for the <HI>Poems</HI> I here give you, for ought I know, you need not reject them: I am &s;ure <HI>they</HI> are <HI>good;</HI> and yet (thus ever <HI>Envy</HI> &s;neaks after
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<HI>Vertue's</HI> heels) I have <HI>overheard them undervalued:</HI> yet &s;uch is my patience, that I can with much facili|ty &s;light unmeritted a&s;per&s;ions, onely de&s;irous, that they who will not <HI>commend them,</HI> would <HI>come</HI> and <HI>mend them.</HI> I am not ignorant al&s;o, that &s;ome <HI>&s;hallow, ditch-brain'd</HI> fellows &s;cruple much at my <HI>Ocean</HI>-like <HI>profundity;</HI> little knowing what <HI>Lam|prils</HI> of Wit, and <HI>Grigs</HI> of Fancy are oftentimes inveloped in the <HI>mud</HI> of <HI>ob&s;cure Sentences; Grigs,</HI> which &s;corn to <HI>bite</HI> at any <HI>hook,</HI> but what is <HI>baited</HI> with the <HI>Vermilion Worm</HI> of a mo&s;t per&s;picacious, and inqui&s;itive Brain. Mother, I hope it will be no <HI>ince&s;t</HI> to <HI>rely</HI> upon <HI>you,</HI> in hopes to <HI>beget</HI> a gallant <HI>come-off</HI> with my <HI>Poetry:</HI> if that de&s;ign fail, I fear me, my <HI>Poetick vein</HI> will look <HI>blew,</HI> and <HI>come off &s;o</HI> too. A little of <HI>your</HI> Candour, (like a Beggars <HI>bo|dy-lou&s;e</HI>) will go a <HI>great way.</HI> Dear <HI>Mother,</HI> verifie <HI>this</HI> unto me, and let <HI>your Approbation</HI> accompany my <HI>Endeavours,</HI> even as a venerable <HI>Budget</HI> doth a <HI>travailing Tinker;</HI> and when at any time you &s;hall have <HI>occa&s;ion</HI> to peru&s;e this my little <HI>Book,</HI> deny not your loving Son the&s;e two favours. <HI>Fir&s;t,</HI> to &s;it <HI>Cro&s;s-leggd</HI> while you <HI>read.</HI> And <HI>&s;econdly,</HI> to <HI>tie up</HI> the <HI>Dog</HI> of your <HI>Cen&s;ures</HI> with the <HI>halter</HI> of <HI>Di&s;cre|tion</HI> at the <HI>Dining-room door</HI> of your <HI>Affection.</HI> Nor would I have you at all wonder, that &s;o many of my Friends are plea&s;ed to <HI>empty</HI> the Quivers of their <HI>Ingenuity</HI> again&s;t the <HI>Buts</HI> of my <HI>Poems,</HI> to <HI>De&s;cant</HI> on me, and <HI>Paraphra&s;e</HI> on my <HI>Text</HI> with their &s;e|veral harmle&s;s <HI>Glo&s;&s;es;</HI> for we all know, 'tis the fa|mous <HI>Don Quixot</HI>'s highe&s;t <HI>honour</HI> to have <HI>Gayton's Fe&s;tivous Notes</HI> written <HI>on Him:</HI> Thus the &s;ur|rounding
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<HI>Ivy</HI> infinitely commends its <HI>&s;olitary Inha|bitant,</HI> who&s;e <HI>Maje&s;tick Loneline&s;s</HI> is abundantly plea&s;'d to &s;ee th'exuberant mirth which the merri|ly-di&s;pos'd <HI>Birds</HI> create to them&s;elves, at the <HI>&s;ight</HI> of <HI>his &s;ullen gravity.</HI> Let the <HI>Enammel</HI> of their prai&s;es, and Encomiums who (<HI>here</HI> honour me) <HI>&s;et off</HI> the <HI>Medal</HI> of my <HI>Mu&s;e;</HI> and the <HI>Aggat handle</HI> of their Applau&s;e, commend the <HI>keen Blade</HI> of my <HI>&s;harp|edg'd Ver&s;es.</HI> Truly, think the <HI>world</HI> what it li&s;t, I think my &s;elf much indebted to them that have &s;o nobly commended me in their Poetry <HI>before</HI> my <HI>Book:</HI> And I &s;corn ever to be con&s;cious of &s;o great <HI>pu&s;elanimity,</HI> as to refu&s;e to <HI>per&s;ecute</HI> my <HI>&s;ubject</HI> to the uttermo&s;t, where &s;uch gallant <HI>Captains</HI> have <HI>lead</HI> me the <HI>way.</HI> Believe me I am in earne&s;t, and <HI>re&s;tle&s;s</HI> to <HI>re&s;t</HI></P>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>Your Dutiful Son K. Q.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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<DIV1 TYPE="reply to dedicatory letter">
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<HEAD>The <HI>An&s;wer</HI> to that <HI>Epi&s;tle</HI> which I &s;ent runs <HI>thus.</HI></HEAD>
<OPENER><SALUTE>My Deare&s;t, <HI>Adopted Biern&punc;</HI></SALUTE></OPENER>
<P>THe <HI>noi&s;e,</HI> and <HI>news</HI> of your <HI>Ob&s;curity,</HI> and <HI>Poetry;</HI> the <HI>latter</HI> whereof you &s;econded with a <HI>Letter;</HI> have ex|torted from me &s;uch <HI>proofs,</HI> and <HI>reproofs,</HI> as I do very &s;eldome u&s;e to &s;end any of my <HI>Sons:</HI> and now, &s;omething mu&s;t <HI>precede</HI> be|fore I can <HI>proceed.</HI> I have lately &s;omewhat over-much indulg'd my <HI>Canine Appetite,</HI> and <HI>eaten</HI> &s;omewhat that lies at my <HI>Stomach</HI> as <HI>heavy</HI> as a <HI>load</HI> of <HI>Lead;</HI> the <HI>Crudities</HI> where|of have &s;ent up &s;uch <HI>Vapours</HI> into my <HI>Head,</HI> as if the <HI>Fenns</HI> had <HI>broken wind backward;</HI> &s;uch <HI>Fumes,</HI> that they make me <HI>foam</HI> like a <HI>Bedlame:</HI> in&s;omuch, that I think my &s;elf now in the &s;ame pickle, wherein the <HI>Poets tell us</HI> Madam <HI>Tellus</HI> was, when <HI>Phaeton</HI> took <HI>Her</HI>
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for a Witch, and <HI>&s;et Fire about her ears:</HI> Yet (my <HI>Boy!</HI>) for thy &s;weet fake Ile do, as <HI>&s;he</HI> did, heave my &s;elf in the mid&s;t of my <HI>Collique</HI> fits; nay, and I will an&s;wer thine <HI>Epi&s;tle,</HI> though there were no other <HI>Pen</HI> to be had then <HI>A Pe&s;til.</HI> And now Son (for &s;o you &s;ay you would gladly be) let me give you good coun&s;el. I am <HI>&s;erious.</HI> In the whole <HI>&s;eries</HI> of your Letter, I finde a great many <HI>Metaphors,</HI> things, which &s;ome count <HI>Ab&s;olute;</HI> but I tell you, they are <HI>Ob|&s;olete,</HI> and do advi&s;e you by all means not to <HI>love</HI> them, but to <HI>leave</HI> them: I would have you take a <HI>Word,</HI> and <HI>Twang</HI> it; then <HI>li&s;ten how it &s;ounds;</HI> ob&s;erve diligently its <HI>Rever|beration,</HI> mark its <HI>Eccho,</HI> and if <HI>that</HI> chance to bring into your minde any other <HI>Con&s;onant word, apprehend</HI> it be &s;ure, in &s;pite of all the repugnancy which a <HI>di&s;&s;onant Vowel,</HI> or two may make. Take but this <HI>Cour&s;e,</HI> and you &s;hall have all my Ble&s;&s;ing, and none of my <HI>Cur&s;e.</HI> But now (<HI>Son</HI>) to particulars. I won|der why you &s;hould call <HI>me [Dam;</HI>] truly, I thought [<HI>Madam</HI>] would have better be|fitted your mouth; or rather <HI>Eve</HI> then <HI>A|DAM.</HI> Then agen, I am certain you could not have found a word <HI>Odder</HI> then that &s;ame [<HI>Udder:</HI>] think you that I can't <GAP DESC="foreign"> with|out
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being call'd <HI>A-Cow?</HI> But 'tis no great matter; courage&punc; my <HI>Lad!</HI> what&s;oever di&s;|contents may <HI>ari&s;e,</HI> or you can <HI>rai&s;e</HI> to your &s;elf, are all to no <HI>purpo&s;e,</HI> if you will but <HI>pro|po&s;e</HI> to your &s;elf the Fame you &s;hall acquire by this <HI>your Book.</HI> But I mu&s;t have done: I am at this in&s;tant, in <HI>Po&s;t-ha&s;te.</HI> Take my minde in a few words. I applaud your <HI>Ob|&s;curity,</HI> and commend your <HI>Darkne&s;s</HI> a|mong&s;t the <HI>Light</HI> Whim&s;ies of this <HI>Age.</HI> I &s;hall ea&s;ily grant <HI>tho&s;e</HI> your two rea&s;on|able <HI>Reque&s;ts.</HI> Your Friends I e&s;teem very highly of. Your &s;elf, becau&s;e you are a <HI>Foot-&s;oldier</HI> to the <HI>Mu&s;es;</HI> when you <HI>Die,</HI> Ile bani&s;h <HI>Mu&s;quets,</HI> and <HI>Pi&s;tolls,</HI> and I'le <HI>Cannonize you</HI> with a thundring <HI>Volley</HI> of loud <HI>Elogiums;</HI> &s;o that a&s;toni&s;ht <HI>Europe</HI> &s;hall take notice how much I <HI>&s;et by</HI></P>
<CLOSER><SALUTE>My dutiful Son</SALUTE>
<SIGNED>K. Q.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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<DIV1 TYPE="part">
<DIV2 TYPE="half title">
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<P>THE AUTHORS OWN Ver&s;e and Pro&s;e.</P>
<P>VVith Marginall Illu&s;trations on his OBSCURITIES, by a Friend, to the Reader.</P>
<Q>Semel in anno ridet Apollo.</Q>
<P><FIGURE>
</FIGURE></P>
<P>Printed by the &s;ame Order.</P>
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<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>Sic Incipit.</HEAD>
<HEAD>The Author's humble Opinion concerning his Book.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THey'r <HI>Dog-dayes</HI> now: he that appears in <HI>Print,</HI></L>
<L>To <HI>coin</HI> his words mu&s;t fir&s;t finde out a <HI>Mint.</HI></L>
<L>I deal not by <HI>retail,</HI> nor eke by &s;tealth,</L>
<L>To make of this my Book <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">A <HI>Book</HI> much e&s;teem'd by the Author.</NOTE> <HI>Wit's Commonwealth:</HI></L>
<L>Then <HI>buy</HI> my <HI>Wit</HI> in cleanly words well dre&s;t,</L>
<L><HI>Wit deare&s;t bought is alway counted be&s;t.</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>&V;pon one buried after He was Dead.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WIth <HI>Eye-bright</HI> water wa&s;h thy face,</L>
<L>Since <HI>Here there lies</HI> a <HI>Babe of Grace:</HI></L>
<L>Why &s;hould <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Not <HI>hot</HI> in <HI>effect,</HI> but in <HI>operation.</HI></NOTE> <HI>Hot waters</HI> &s;cald thine eye?</L>
<L>The Darling of the <HI>Gods</HI> did dye.</L>
<L>Why weep you for him, and lament?</L>
<L><HI>Pluto</HI> long &s;ince hath <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">The <HI>de|vil a bit</HI> he h<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="2 letters">'s&punc;</NOTE> <HI>broke up Lent.</HI></L>
<L>And feeds on fle&s;h both day and night,</L>
<L>By a ba&s;e carnall Appetite.</L>
<L><PB REF="29">At <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">(<HI>Viz.</HI>) Pluto's.</NOTE> <HI>this &s;oul's</HI> glory&punc; none can gue&s;s,</L>
<L>Who doth <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 span"> in happine&s;s&punc;</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 span"> in this Du&s;t bed,</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 span"></L>
</LG>
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<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>On another&punc; &s;erv'd after the &s;ame cruel manner.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THe fates of late have made a <HI>Mint,</HI></L>
<L>And <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 span"> pale&punc; fac't <HI>Image</HI> in't:</L>
<L>We'r all their <HI>Tenants,</HI> and mu&s;t pay</L>
<L>Our lives for <HI>Rent:</HI> Souls are their prey;</L>
<L>Sickne&s;s is their <HI>Apo&s;tle,</HI> &s;ent</L>
<L>For to po&s;&s;e&s;s their <HI>Tenement&punc;</HI></L>
<L>Death did abbreviate his life,</L>
<L>And bequeath'd Glory for his Wife.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>&V;pon one who died, and never lived after it.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>PUt on thy <HI>mourning Clothes</HI> my <HI>Mu&s;e,</HI> come cry,</L>
<L>If thou can&s;t weep for <HI>Him</HI> in <HI>&s;ympathy&punc;</HI></L>
<L>Tears have their <HI>Tunes&punc;</HI> who&s;e mu&s;ick in &s;ad cries</L>
<L>Is warbled forth by watry <HI>Elegies.</HI></L>
<L>Nature hath giv'n our <HI>Organs</HI> leave <HI>to play</HI></L>
<L><HI>Loth to depart, Loth to depart away:</HI></L>
<L>But all in vain; Death ha's long &s;ince compounded</L>
<L>For <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Higgle|dy piggle|dy.</NOTE> <HI>Clergy-Lay,</HI> both <HI>Cavalier, and Round-head.</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
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<HEAD>A New-years Gift.</HEAD>
<OPENER>Sing this to the di&s;mal Tune of the Lady and Blackamore.</OPENER>
<LG>
<L>NO <HI>Venus</HI> Gloves, or <HI>Lady's</HI> <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Viz. A &s;witch|lock.</NOTE> <HI>Lock,</HI></L>
<L>I here pre&s;ent to thee:</L>
<L>I give a <HI>Damask Ro&s;e</HI> of <HI>Love,</HI></L>
<L>Mine <HI>Heart,</HI> keep it for me.</L>
<L><HI>Hearts</HI> are be&s;t <HI>New-year's Gifts</HI> 'mong&s;t friends,</L>
<L>In giving <HI>mine</HI> I'le plea&s;e;</L>
<L>Return me <HI>yours,</HI> then &s;o &s;hall I</L>
<L>From <HI>You</HI> receive <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">A <HI>flower</HI> that &s;el|dom grew in the Au|thors gar|den.</NOTE> <HI>Heart's-ea&s;e.</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>On a Royall Per&s;on that di&s;gui&s;'d him&s;elf.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>GIve</HI> <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">The Au|thor was going to <HI>dinner</HI> when he made the&s;e</NOTE> <HI>thanks my Mu&s;e,</HI> let Bells the Changes</L>
<L><HI>Charles</HI> is made <HI>Secretary</HI> to the <HI>King.</HI></L>
<L>My <HI>Faith</HI> is huddled up in <HI>&s;en&s;e,</HI> I &s;ee ring:</L>
<L>A <HI>Revelation in this My&s;terie.</HI></L>
<L>Here's <HI>&s;weet meats</HI> for all <HI>hungry</HI> <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg"><HI>[Eyes]</HI> for <HI>[tongues]</HI> a very Fi|gure:</NOTE> <HI>Eyes,</HI> come feed,</L>
<L>Fir&s;t ble&s;s your food, and then rehear&s;e your Creed.</L>
<L>The cleare&s;t <HI>Vi&s;ion</HI> in a drouzie <HI>Trance,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Wi&s;dom</HI> inwrap't in dusky <HI>Ignorance:</HI></L>
<L>A <HI>Coppy</HI> of a <HI>King,</HI> which &s;ure was writ</L>
<L>In <HI>Ba&s;tard hand;</HI> part true, part counterfeit.</L>
<L>In a <HI>Jew's</HI> coat a <HI>Gentile,</HI> change the &s;tile,</L>
<L>And on his face you may throw <HI>Cro&s;s,</HI> and <HI>Pile.</HI></L>
<L>A <HI>Prince</HI> &s;hrivell'd to a great-man, in a <HI>Damp</HI></L>
<L><HI>Of &s;pirits</HI> he's &s;hrunk to one of <HI>Nabal's &s;tamp.</HI></L>
<L><PB REF="30"><HI>Maje&s;ty</HI> droops by a fanta&s;tick Wile;</L>
<L>The <HI>Holy Ci<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="2 letters"></HI> impri&s;on'd in a <HI>Tile&punc;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Jew Chri&s;tianiz'd&punc;</HI> &ocirc;! that <HI>he</HI> &s;hould (<NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">A won|derful thing, that&punc; a <HI>King</HI> &s;hould be a <HI>man.</HI></NOTE> <HI>a man</HI>)</L>
<L>Be bound up like to <HI>Mahomets Alkoran!</HI></L>
<L>My prating eyes tell tales; how can I write?</L>
<L>A Devout <HI>Saint,</HI> an hotehpot <HI>Hypocrite!</HI></L>
<L>His <HI>Habit preach't</HI> to us, and did di&s;pen&s;e</L>
<L>The holy <HI>Scriptures</HI> in a <HI>doubtful &s;en&s;e;</HI></L>
<L>Art, by its Sophi&s;try did him deface,</L>
<L>Making him ca&s;t a <HI>Deuce</HI> upon an <HI>Ace.</HI></L>
<L>Bring here an <HI>Heralds</HI> Grammar; &s;hew the Rules,</L>
<L>Why <HI>Sables</HI> makes a Comment upon <HI>Gules?</HI></L>
<L>When <HI>Stuart</HI> could not fly from <HI>Charles,</HI> then he</L>
<L>Through Arts temptation acts Adultery</L>
<L>With his own &s;elf; and &s;o in fine I rate</L>
<L>Him <HI>ba&s;e begot,</HI> though mo&s;t <HI>Legitimate.</HI></L>
<L>When I look up, with <HI>him</HI> my thoughts commence,</L>
<L>Who by <HI>tranfiguration</HI> parted hence.</L>
<L>Mutation &s;trange! None e're did read of this</L>
<L>In <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">And a good rea|&s;on too; for the <HI>King</HI> liv'd a little&punc; while af|ter <HI>Ovid.</HI></NOTE> <HI>Poet Na&s;o's Metamorpho&s;is.</HI></L>
<L>Like as the <HI>Sun,</HI> before it <HI>&s;ets,</HI> that <HI>&s;hrowds,</HI></L>
<L>And <HI>muffles</HI> up its brighter <HI>face</HI> in <HI>Clouds:</HI></L>
<L>Tho&s;e loyal Mourners that attend its fall,</L>
<L>And go in <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">What &s;hould they go in el&s;e? in <HI>Blues?</HI></NOTE> Blacks unto his Funeral:</L>
<L>Even &s;o did <HI>he o'reca&s;t</HI> the Heavenly <HI>Lamp</HI></L>
<L>Of's Countenance by glozing a <HI>new &s;tamp</HI></L>
<L>For <HI>Charles the King;</HI> and &s;o appear'd to be</L>
<L><HI>A Bird of Prey, Plum'd like a</HI> <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">A &s;trange <HI>Bird</HI> hard|ly to be found in <HI>Paradi&s;e.</HI></NOTE> <HI>Phari&s;ee.</HI></L>
<L>Could I but <HI>pip</HI> my Phra&s;e, I &s;hould not &s;in</L>
<L>To &s;ay, the <HI>Mixt A&s;&s;embly</HI>'s met in <HI>Him:</HI></L>
<L>My <HI>&s;aucy</HI> Mu&s;e ha's <HI>fed</HI> &s;o on <HI>his face,</HI></L>
<L>Pardon <HI>(great Sir)</HI> if I forget my <HI>Grace.</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="30">
<HEAD>The Common Fire.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L><NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">The Au|thor is teaching his <HI>Mu&s;e</HI> to <HI>&s;wim,</HI> and &s;o gives her good coun|&s;el.</NOTE> <HI>HOld up thy head my Mu&s;e,</HI> and walk <HI>aloof</HI></L>
<L>I'th <HI>Spani&s;h mode;</HI> here's Boyes are armour proof&punc;</L>
<L>Again&s;t all petty <HI>Pi&s;tol</HI> Rimes; do'nt venter</L>
<L>Them to a&s;&s;ail with &s;uch: for they'l not enter.</L>
<L>Fir&s;t levy all thy force, then give thy Darts</L>
<L>Licen&s;e to <HI>tope</HI> the <HI>Gravy</HI> of their <HI>Hearts.</HI></L>
<L>Turn <HI>Mountebank</HI> for once; command my Pen</L>
<L>Which nature <HI>Squir'd</HI> to <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Now he barks, <HI>bow wow.</HI></NOTE> <HI>mouth</HI> out <HI>Gentlemen</HI></L>
<L>In various colours: &s;uch is this noble Rout,</L>
<L>I mu&s;t &s;peak often, yet not &s;peak them <HI>out.</HI></L>
<L>Like an unskill'd <HI>Carver,</HI> who can't hit the point,</L>
<L>Unle&s;s he fir&s;t doth <HI>Cuckold the poor Joynt.</HI></L>
<L>Tune then &s;ome <HI>Janus</HI> Rimes, that two fac't Wit</L>
<L>Ey'd on both &s;ides &s;uch fa&s;hion'd heads doth fit,</L>
<L>Who&s;e profound learning none can roundly prai&s;e,</L>
<L>Unle&s;s his Ver&s;es <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Back|&s;troke, and fore&s;troke, like a <HI>bell.</HI></NOTE> <HI>&s;ound alikc both wayes.</HI></L>
<L>Saint now the <HI>Devil Poet</HI> which doth fence</L>
<L>Bis <HI>Cloven Rimes</HI> with an united Sen&s;e.</L>
<L>That <HI>Grecian Eccho</HI> which hous'd in the <HI>Roof</HI></L>
<L>Of Him, which did ev'n <HI>&s;tone</HI> it with reproof,</L>
<L>Did &s;ound, and build up it's cur'&s;t <HI>Landlords</HI> name,</L>
<L>By frequent <HI>repetitions</HI> of the &s;ame;</L>
<L>This, this it is which mu&s;t be crown'd with <HI>Bayes,</HI></L>
<L>And all your names with much advantage rai&s;e.</L>
<L>The <HI>fore-front man</HI> &s;tarts me, who&s;e head is <HI>letter'd</HI><NOTE PLACE="marg">1.</NOTE></L>
<L>With <HI>Attick Characters,</HI> not with them <HI>fetter'd</HI></L>
<L><PB REF="31">Like tho&s;e clogg'd Pates, who&s;e mute wants are</L>
<L>expre&s;t</L>
<L>By th' loud tongu'd Pa&s;tboard hung before their Mother,</L>
<L>bre&s;t.</L>
<L>That proud <HI>Greek &s;i&s;ter-hood,</HI> which di&s;claim'd their</L>
<L>Quickly fell out, and would not own each other.</L>
<L>See they &s;hake off their <HI>Mam's</HI> old clothes, as fetters</L>
<L>But <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">I think he means [effemina|ted] 'tis a difficult place this!</NOTE> <HI>petticoat them&s;elves with different Letters;</HI></L>
<L>Shifting their <HI>Dialects,</HI> (even as <HI>Proteus</HI> he</L>
<L><HI>New-fac'd</HI> him&s;elf with <HI>Form's</HI> variety.)</L>
<L>Hence cruel Wars were nurs'd: until it's quill</L>
<L>In making Peace it's deare&s;t blood did &s;pill:</L>
<L>Nor may I chain him up to words: He's one</L>
<L>Cut out for <HI>Rhetorick's</HI> living Man&s;ion.</L>
<L>If <HI>Ages</HI> could <HI>retreat,</HI> and &s;um their &s;tore</L>
<L>Of elegant Aires to <HI>hatch</HI> an <HI>Oratour.</HI></L>
<L>If <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">A &s;hort expre&s;&s;ion for <HI>[look|ing cun|ningly.]</HI></NOTE> <HI>&s;quinting</HI> Time could <HI>backwards run,</HI> and bring</L>
<L>Up in it's <HI>front,</HI> tho&s;e wits, which once did &s;pring;</L>
<L>Should all con&s;pire to <HI>Man-midwife</HI> a &s;pirit,</L>
<L>They could not reach one of his worth, and merit?</L>
<L>For why? more Rhetoricians meet in Him</L>
<L>Then e're at once did in our <HI>Tripos Limbe.</HI></L>
<L>Face about now (my Mu&s;e) and view the next;<NOTE PLACE="marg">2.</NOTE></L>
<L><HI>Expound</HI> him fully, but don't name the <HI>Text;</HI></L>
<L>One <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Some read it <HI>[doublet|ted.]</HI></NOTE> <HI>coated</HI> up in <HI>Mi&s;ts,</HI> we can't a <HI>Glance</HI></L>
<L>Of <HI>Him,</HI> unle&s;s we'l pry through Ignorance;</L>
<L>Thus the world's <HI>Goggle Eye</HI> &s;ometimes appears</L>
<L>At the fir&s;t &s;ight, &s;trait <HI>&s;waddled</HI> up in tears.</L>
<L>Thus pale-fac'd <HI>Cynthia black-bagg'd in Clouds,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Doubles</HI> her <HI>form</HI> when &s;he her &s;elf <HI>un&s;hrowds.</HI></L>
<L>That changeling &s;oul mov'd &s;low pac't: but his skips</L>
<L>Through all the <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Datur penetratio dimen&s;io|num erg&ograve; falleris.</NOTE> <HI>Bodies</HI> of letter'd <HI>Manu&s;cripts,</HI></L>
<L><PB REF="31">Of Tongues of <HI>Babel</HI> paramount in Him,</L>
<L>In Judgement He outvies the <HI>Sanhedrim;</HI></L>
<L><HI>String</HI> then his <HI>Judges, hang</HI> them on his <HI>fi&s;t,</HI></L>
<L>That glittring <HI>Bracelet</HI> well becomes his <HI>Wri&s;t.</HI></L>
<L>Call an high Court of <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">For <HI>[Arts and Sciences]</HI> by a Fi|gure call'd <HI>Metathe&s;is</HI></NOTE> <HI>Sciences and Arts,</HI></L>
<L>In full mouth'd prai&s;es let them breath their parts.</L>
<L>One to whom Nature ha's bequeath'd her &s;tore,</L>
<L>And <HI>Godmother'd</HI> his tongue an <HI>Oratour,</HI></L>
<L><HI>&V;nlike</HI> to <HI>him</HI> who&s;e found-lung'd Eloquence,</L>
<L>Doth often gape for a <HI>full pointed &s;en&s;e:</HI></L>
<L>I &s;peak him faintly, &s;i'th I am not fed</L>
<L>With th' <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">&lindx; 3.</NOTE> <HI>Pamper'd Air,</HI> that <HI>Rome's</HI> va&s;t <HI>Ro&s;trum</HI> bred;</L>
<L>An health to that merry <HI>Boy,</HI> who tunes the &s;pheres,</L>
<L>And makes my &s;oul lie li&s;tning in my ears:</L>
<L><HI>Orpheus</HI> reviv'd, 'fore whom the Air doth prance,</L>
<L>And <HI>Mu&s;icks</HI> <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">In plain Engli&s;h <HI>Fiddles.</HI></NOTE> <HI>wooden, Carca&s;&s;es</HI> do dance&punc;</L>
<L>Knowledge ingro&s;t! who&s;e &s;oul is fit to be</L>
<L>A &s;prightful &s;eed-plot of all Hi&s;tory;</L>
<L><HI>I may not ble&s;s Him, as I've ble&s;t the re&s;t;</HI></L>
<L><HI>For He holds nought in Common with the re&s;t.</HI></L>
</LG>
<TRAILER>* * * * * * * * * * * * * *<NOTE PLACE="marg">4.</NOTE> * * * <HI>Caetera de&s;iderantur.</HI> * * *</TRAILER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>&V;pon my Mothers running Eyes; pre&s;ented to her for a New-years Gift.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>LEt your eyes drop, he that for <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg"><HI>Sucking bottles</HI> for new-borne pigs.</NOTE> <HI>Bottles</HI> &s;eeks,</L>
<L>Shall find two <HI>Twins</HI> a hanging in your <HI>Cheeks;</HI></L>
<L>Which Nature bare, and whil&s;t &s;he lay abed,</L>
<L><HI>Venus</HI> a Nur&s;e became, and <HI>colour'd Red,</HI></L>
<L><PB REF="32">You heart's <HI>fire &s;tills</HI> the <HI>moi&s;ture</HI> of your <HI>brain,</HI></L>
<L>Through your <HI>Eyes Liimbeck</HI> which doth drop</L>
<L><NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg"><HI>al.</HI> An Ocean.</NOTE> <HI>amain:</HI></L>
<L>And whil'&s;t your <HI>lungs</HI> the <HI>fire</HI> doth gently blow,</L>
<L><HI>Eye-water</HI> drops into your <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">He mea|neth her <HI>blinde cheeks.</HI></NOTE> <HI>Cheeks below.</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>running</HI> of your <HI>Eyes</HI> doth &s;ure maintain,</L>
<L>That you within have got a <HI>Curdled Brain.</HI></L>
<L>Within tho&s;e Windows Fancy oft was fed,</L>
<L>In which that Spider &s;pins a watry web;</L>
<L>Your <HI>Eyes</HI> are <HI>pregnant</HI> with tho&s;e drops, and cry</L>
<L>Out for your help in their <HI>Delivery:</HI></L>
<L>Their <HI>circled motion</HI> turns each beam-like thred</L>
<L>Into a skain of &s;pirituall <HI>white-brown-thred;</HI></L>
<L>Which <HI>Nature's Sem&s;tre&s;s</HI> u&s;es when &s;he knits</L>
<L>Each object to her in fanta&s;tick fits.</L>
<L>Their <HI>Still</HI> may <HI>leak;</HI> but ne're <HI>tho&s;e waters</HI> can</L>
<L>Quite <HI>overflow your little</HI> <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">His mo|thers <HI>belly</HI></NOTE> <HI>I&s;le of Man.</HI></L>
<L>Scollars want Gold, therefore their Brains they</L>
<L>&s;ift,</L>
<L>To &s;train for friends the fine&s;t <HI>New-year's-gift:</HI></L>
<L>And &s;o want I; therefore my wit I <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg"><HI>Thats' a</HI> na&s;ty <HI>word.</HI></NOTE> <HI>poop</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>mellow Apples</HI> of your Eyes to <HI>&s;coop</HI></L>
<L>With this my <HI>Pen,</HI> which in your <HI>brine</HI> I &s;op,</L>
<L>Which <HI>Dripping ba&s;t's</HI> your <HI>raw cheeks</HI> while they</L>
<L>drop.</L>
<L>If for your &s;ins, then let <HI>Su&s;anna's</HI> eye</L>
<L><HI>Drop</HI> more &s;uch <HI>Beads</HI> for Heaven's <HI>Ro&s;ary.</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="32">
<HEAD>On a Blackamore Maid courting me&punc;</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">A Dialogue.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>KEep <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">The Ket|tle calls the Pottage|pot burnt ar&s;e.</NOTE> off, thy <HI>Chimney</HI> hue offends,</L>
<L>From which (like <HI>&s;moke</HI>) thy breath a&s;cends.<NOTE PLACE="marg">Author.</NOTE></L>
<L>My <HI>Breath</HI> is <HI>&s;moke;</HI> hence is my &s;mart,<NOTE PLACE="marg">Black|more.</NOTE></L>
<L>That <HI>fire</HI> within <HI>burns</HI> up mine <HI>Heart.</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Fire</HI> of <HI>Love</HI> I cannot &s;ee,<NOTE PLACE="marg">A.</NOTE></L>
<L><HI>Aegyptian darkne&s;s</HI> hinders me.</L>
<L>This <HI>Darkne&s;s</HI> will &s;oon pa&s;s away,<NOTE PLACE="marg">B.</NOTE></L>
<L>If thy <HI>Sun</HI> but afford one <HI>Ray.</HI></L>
<L>My <HI>Sun</HI> of <HI>Beauty</HI> is not &s;een,<NOTE PLACE="marg">A.</NOTE></L>
<L>If thy <HI>dark Body comes between.</HI></L>
<L>My <HI>Body's dark,</HI> but if thy <HI>Light</HI><NOTE PLACE="marg">B.</NOTE></L>
<L>Shine clear, it cannot force a night,</L>
<L>When I would view thy <HI>Sloe</HI>-like eyes,<NOTE PLACE="marg">A.</NOTE></L>
<L><HI>Mi&s;ts</HI> from thy <HI>Moori&s;h</HI> face do ri&s;e.</L>
<L><HI>Clear dayes</HI> of Love the&s;e <HI>Mi&s;ts</HI> foretell;<NOTE PLACE="marg">B.</NOTE></L>
<L>For <HI>Heat</HI> of Love &s;hall them <HI>expell.</HI></L>
<L>But thou art <HI>Black,</HI> and wilt di&s;grace<NOTE PLACE="marg">A.</NOTE></L>
<L>The pure whitene&s;s of my face.</L>
<L>I'me <HI>Black,</HI> then let it be my lot,<NOTE PLACE="marg">B.</NOTE></L>
<L>To &s;erve for you a <HI>Beauty &s;pot.</HI></L>
<L>Thou art both <HI>Black,</HI> and what is wor&s;e,<NOTE PLACE="marg">A.</NOTE></L>
<L>Thou'rt <HI>clouded</HI> in thy <HI>Countrey's</HI> cur&s;e.</L>
<L>The <HI>be&s;t clothes</HI> Nature to thee gave,</L>
<L>Are but &s;ad <HI>Emblemes</HI> of a <HI>Grave.</HI></L>
<L>I'me clad in <HI>Black;</HI> Black's mine aray,<NOTE PLACE="marg">B.</NOTE></L>
<L>Hence I go <HI>mourning</HI> every day.</L>
<L><PB REF="33">Flay my <HI>black coat,</HI> apparel me</L>
<L>With thy white Robe of Purity.</L>
<L>I am thine <HI>&V;mbra,</HI> take delight</L>
<L>To <HI>diaper</HI> my <HI>black</HI> with <HI>white.</HI></L>
<L>Come then, let's crisp, and curle in plea&s;ure,<NOTE PLACE="marg">A.</NOTE></L>
<L>Our &s;potle&s;s loves &s;hall keep no mea&s;ure.</L>
<L>Thy comely <HI>blackne&s;s</HI> doth much grace</L>
<L>The <HI>&s;ober &s;adne&s;s</HI> of thy face,</L>
<L>Thy <HI>black</HI> is &s;ubtle, thin; and rare,</L>
<L>A <HI>Film-hood (&s;uch Queen</HI> <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">His <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 word"> ha's now hopt into a Co&s;tard|mongers Basket&punc;</NOTE> <HI>Apples wear</HI></L>
<L><HI>To hide a Blu&s;h!</HI>) a <HI>Cobweb'd skreen,</HI></L>
<L>Through which thy lu&s;ter's clearly &s;een.</L>
<L>Thou'rt <HI>veil'd</HI> and <HI>&s;hadowed</HI> in my &s;ight,</L>
<L>Ile <HI>dapple</HI> o're thy <HI>&s;hade</HI> with <HI>light.</HI></L>
<L>Let's twi&s;t our &s;ouls then: one <HI>&s;pickled ray</HI><NOTE PLACE="marg">B.</NOTE></L>
<L>Will force for us a <HI>Wedding day.</HI></L>
<L>Make ha&s;te my Love: my panting &s;oul</L>
<L>Dies, if we &s;till live on <HI>Parol.</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>On a Reputed Courtezan.</HEAD>
<OPENER>To the Tune of the Mad Mans Morris.</OPENER>
<LG>
<L>SOme &s;ay that you a <HI>Book</HI> have been</L>
<L><HI>Handled</HI> in <HI>&s;heets.</HI> Aha!</L>
<L>Then &s;ure I cannot <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg"><HI>But he might</HI> ride <HI>by Sea thither.</HI></NOTE> <HI>go</HI> by Sea</L>
<L>To your <HI>Virginea.</HI></L>
<L>A <HI>Man</HI> in your <HI>Moon</HI> there hath been,</L>
<L>Hence men di&s;dain your &s;corns:</L>
<L><PB REF="33">Your <HI>Moon</HI> of Beauty is at <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Not at <HI>Empty.</HI></NOTE> <HI>full,</HI></L>
<L>And hath late &s;hed its <HI>horns.</HI></L>
<L>Let <HI>Incubus ride</HI> thy <HI>Hackney</HI>-&s;oul,</L>
<L>Till death doth claim its &s;hare.</L>
<L>In thee: And maye&s;t thou ever &s;erve&punc;</L>
<L>For a <HI>Common Thorow-fare.</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>On a Gentleman that gave me a Bent Sixpence.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>HEnce ye <HI>Tin-Merchant Poets:</HI> quickly hence,</L>
<L>You who pay <HI>&s;ilver</HI> by your <HI>Corni&s;h pence.</HI></L>
<L>Thus Hypocrites golden favours repre&s;ent</L>
<L>By a <HI>Bath-yellow-&s;andy</HI> Complement:</L>
<L>But he that would your kindne&s;s full expre&s;s,</L>
<L>Mu&s;t fir&s;t know how to &s;well in <HI>golden</HI> ver&s;e.</L>
<L>'T would po&s;e an <HI>whole-&s;ale Poet</HI> for to fit</L>
<L>Me with fine Phra&s;e out of his &s;tore of wit,</L>
<L>To &s;et your favour off: but his Art fails,</L>
<L>Where nought but <HI>all</HI> the <HI>Mu&s;es</HI> power prevails.</L>
<L>Could I but <HI>mouth</HI> it &s;toutly, then perhaps</L>
<L>I'de <HI>fla&s;h</HI> in wit, and <HI>crack</HI> in <HI>Thunder-claps</HI></L>
<L>Of Rimes, as <HI>&V;&s;hers</HI> to a <HI>&s;how'r</HI> of ver&s;e.</L>
<L>But that &s;hall be your debtour to your <HI>Her&s;e.</HI></L>
<L>My left-handed &s;ucce&s;s to rai&s;e my &s;tate,</L>
<L>Shall never vote your good will out of Date.</L>
<L>I do pur&s;ue your favour by the <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Brave <HI>Jowlet&punc;</HI></NOTE> <HI>&s;cent,</HI></L>
<L>And finde it in your bo&s;ome re&s;ident.</L>
<L><PB REF="34">He that by words &s;eeks you to recompence;</L>
<L>Soils Diamonds with a <HI>Bri&s;tol</HI> Eloquence.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>The Drone's Indictment of the Bee.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THe <HI>Bee</HI> arreign'd at Natures <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Not Gum wa|ter.</NOTE> Size,</L>
<L>For robbing <HI>Flora</HI>'s Paradi&s;e,</L>
<L>Tuning his <HI>humms</HI> in goodly &s;ort,</L>
<L>Makes a dayes journey to the <HI>Court.</HI></L>
<L>Where with his <HI>Life-guard</HI> he appears,</L>
<L>And all the <HI>Drone's</HI> Indictments hears.</L>
</LG>
<STAGE>Enter Drone.</STAGE>
<LG>
<HEAD>Indict. 1.</HEAD>
<L><HI>She</HI> ran&s;ackt gardens, and by &s;tealth,</L>
<L>Did fill <HI>her</HI> bag with <HI>Flora</HI>'s wealth;</L>
<L>And (le&s;t it &s;hould be &s;earched for)</L>
<L>Turns Coats: her <HI>Argent</HI> into <HI>Or.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>Indict. 2.</HEAD>
<L><HI>She</HI> did <HI>deflower</HI> the beautious fields;</L>
<L>And <HI>tyth'd</HI> the Crop which <HI>Ceres</HI> yields.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>Indict. 3.</HEAD>
<L><HI>She</HI> watcht where <HI>Flora</HI>'s childe did lie</L>
<L>And &s;tole 'way her <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">And that was a fire <HI>bit.</HI></NOTE> Virginity.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB REF="34">
<HEAD>Indict. 4.</HEAD>
<L><HI>She</HI> Counterfeits Dame Nature's mold,</L>
<L>And guilds her Coin with <HI>yellow Gold.</HI></L>
<L>At Nature's <HI>Bar</HI> this pretty Elf</L>
<L>Turns <HI>Lawyer,</HI> and <HI>pleads</HI> for it &s;elf.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>Plea. 1.</HEAD>
<L>Whil&s;t <HI>Cloris</HI> liv'd, to me &s;he &s;old</L>
<L>The Gardens for a <HI>Copy-hold:</HI></L>
<L>And when <HI>Deaths</HI> Bed did her embrace</L>
<L>With the <HI>Green Sickne&s;s</HI> in her face;</L>
<L>Her Love being dead, my <HI>Landlady</HI></L>
<L>By a <HI>Fee &s;imple</HI> gave't to me.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>Plea. 2.</HEAD>
<L>The Fields for <HI>Commons,</HI> and her Bed,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>Plea. 3.</HEAD>
<L>To take her Daughters <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg"><HI>Female,</HI> with <HI>Fe|male!</HI> &s;ure|ly this <HI>Bee</HI> had a <HI>Pego</HI></NOTE> <HI>Maiden-head.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>Plea. 4.</HEAD>
<L>'Ere &s;ince, I <HI>Natures</HI> Student try</L>
<L>Mine Art in natural <HI>Chymi&s;try.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>At this the <HI>Drone</HI> pluckt in his head,</L>
<L>The Bees did <HI>hum,</HI> and <HI>humming</HI> fled.</L>
<L><PB REF="35">The <HI>Mi&s;tre&s;s</HI> now being all alone,</L>
<L>Doth &s;ue an <HI>Out-law</HI> for the <HI>Drone;</HI></L>
<L>Who &s;aid he &s;tole, and <HI>brake the Peace,</HI></L>
<L>'Cau&s;e he <HI>held Land</HI> by <HI>Parol Lea&s;e.</HI></L>
</LG>
<P>Well then.</P>
<LG>
<L>This Natures <HI>Leveller</HI> now returns,</L>
<L>To lie with <HI>Flora's</HI> Maid <HI>&s;he burns:</HI></L>
<L>She flames with lu&s;t, and void of &s;trife,</L>
<L>Doth lead a mo&s;t licentious life.</L>
<L><NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">What a devili&s;h <HI>Lecher</HI> was this <HI>Bee?</HI></NOTE> Every <HI>Maiden</HI> flower &s;he meet,</L>
<L>She ravi&s;hes whil&s;t that &s;he greets,</L>
<L>She breaks into <HI>Diana's grove,</HI></L>
<L>And all about the Woods doth rove:</L>
<L>Her wings turn <HI>Fans</HI> to cool her face,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t that by Zeal &s;he courts her grace.</L>
<L>She woes her Virgins to the Springs,</L>
<L>And them defiles; whil&s;t that &s;he &s;ings,</L>
<L>The expans'd &s;weetne&s;s that doth lie</L>
<L>Wrapt up in <HI>Flora's Library.</HI></L>
<L>In every <HI>Folio</HI> Schollar-wi&s;e</L>
<L>She doth her u&s;e <HI>Epitomize.</HI></L>
<L>She extracts <HI>Honey</HI> from the <HI>Bay</HI></L>
<L>[<HI>Hor&s;e,</HI>] and makes a <HI>Blur</HI> where was a <HI>Gay.</HI><NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg"> Here's nothing but <HI>who|ring</HI> and <HI>drinking.</HI></NOTE></L>
<L>She turns a <HI>Tap&s;ter</HI> to the <HI>Vine,</HI></L>
<L>And quaffs the be&s;t of <HI>Flora's Wine.</HI></L>
<L>The Woodbines pul&s;e by a &s;en&s;e he feels,</L>
<L><HI>Tippling</HI> in Plea&s;ure till he <HI>reels.</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Indian</HI> &s;weets he ta&s;tes, and &s;trains</L>
<L>Free quarter on th' <HI>Arabian</HI> Plains.</L>
<L>All the day long he &s;wills delight,</L>
<L>Till th' <HI>evening cools</HI> his <HI>Appetite.</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="35">
<HEAD>&V;pon Mr. <HI>John Cleeveland,</HI> my quondam Chamber-fellow.</HEAD>
<OPENER><SALUTE><HI>Dear</HI> Jack!</SALUTE></OPENER>
<LG>
<L>COme on <HI>brave &s;pirit;</HI> help me thy <HI>name</HI> to dre&s;s;</L>
<L>Le&s;t I bla&s;pheme thee with my <HI>home-&s;pun</HI> ver&s;e&punc;</L>
<L>Reach me a <HI>deep-mouth'd Quill;</HI> and let me write</L>
<L><HI>Thee out at</HI> <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg"><HI>Thus;</HI> (viz. t-h-c-e.</NOTE> <HI>length:</HI> a <HI>&s;hort-breath'd</HI> Epithite</L>
<L>Will not &s;uit <HI>you:</HI> He that would &s;ound thy prai&s;e,</L>
<L>Mu&s;t court in <HI>Ari&s;tophanes</HI> his phra&s;e;</L>
<L>Who&s;e words command a <HI>Parliament</HI> of Letters;</L>
<L>That lie impri&s;on'd in their <HI>Attick Fetters.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Shelton's &s;hort cramped fi&s;t,</HI> can ne're gra&s;p thee,</L>
<L>Who far excel'&s;t all &s;uch <HI>Semigraphy.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Text onely</HI> <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Where note the <HI>Texttakes</HI> &s;ome; and the <HI>Devil takes</HI> others.</NOTE> <HI>takes you.</HI> He that doth di&s;pence</L>
<L>With that <HI>&s;hort-handed</HI> new found Eloquence,</L>
<L>Be&s;peaks but a poor <HI>Brieve</HI> for <HI>thy</HI> large prai&s;e;</L>
<L>And makes <HI>thee</HI> go a begging for thy <HI>Dayes.</HI></L>
<L>Call <HI>him</HI> th' <HI>Mu&s;es Metaphy&s;ick Reader,</HI></L>
<L>Of all the Poets <HI>Troup</HI> &s;tile <HI>him</HI> the <HI>Leader;</HI></L>
<L>Who with rare Novelties baffles the Sen&s;e</L>
<L>Of the bu&s;ie pated <HI>Weeks intelligence,</HI></L>
<L>For the Diurnal's kin doth &s;crutiny,</L>
<L>Makes it po&s;&s;e&s;s its <HI>rug'd Genealogy.</HI></L>
<L>We date not higher, le&s;t I my Ink &s;hould &s;pill,</L>
<L>And force <HI>his</HI> try'd <HI>Committee</HI> to my Quill,</L>
<L>Who&s;e blocki&s;h heads may they <HI>Cambado'd</HI> be</L>
<L>With Leather patcht claim their leir legs property,</L>
<L>And &s;till wear Caps cut out of &s;ome Bulls Coat,</L>
<L><HI>Thong-buckled</HI> under their con&s;cientious <HI>Throat.</HI></L>
<L><PB REF="36">Be&s;ide (Great Sir) good wit in the&s;e our times,</L>
<L>With wi&s;dom mu&s;t be cloath'd as well as <HI>Rimes:</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Mu&s;es</HI> &s;ure will wor&s;hip at <HI>thy</HI> &s;hrine,</L>
<L>Who are well <HI>man'd</HI> by <HI>thee:</HI> for &s;ince the Nine</L>
<L>Drunk in thy &s;pirits, which trickled through <HI>thy</HI> quill,</L>
<L><HI>Bald-pate</HI> <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">It want|ed a Pe|riwig.</NOTE> <HI>Parna&s;&s;us</HI> is a <HI>Cuckold-Hill,</HI></L>
<L>And hugs his <HI>Horns,</HI> waxing mo&s;t proud, that he</L>
<L><HI>Cornuted</HI> was by &s;uch an one as <HI>thee.</HI></L>
<L>I mu&s;t needs falter now: <HI>Negations</HI> are</L>
<L>The be&s;t <HI>&s;ad clothes</HI> that ever <HI>Angels</HI> wear;</L>
<L>The&s;e now are dumb, if not <HI>he</HI> &s;corns their &s;peeches,</L>
<L>Having ca&s;t off &s;uch preci&s;e <HI>Logick Breeches,</HI></L>
<L>Spun of old <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg"><HI>A new kinde of</HI> Stuff, a-la mode.</NOTE> <HI>Ignorance,</HI> which can't <HI>him unwind,</HI></L>
<L>Unle&s;s <HI>he</HI>'l be penuriou&s;ly defin'd.</L>
<L>Tho&s;e gaudy <HI>Negatives</HI> which titely dre&s;s</L>
<L>A <HI>living</HI> &s;pirit, <HI>him</HI> onely <HI>dead</HI> expre&s;s:</L>
<L>His &s;hame-fac'd wit its countenance doth &s;hroud,</L>
<L>Like as the <HI>Sun</HI> when <HI>mantled</HI> in a <HI>Cloud.</HI></L>
<L>'Tis dark, and veil'd, till the illu&s;trious &s;en&s;e</L>
<L>Wrapt in <HI>Ink Clouds</HI> by a wi&s;e <HI>Intelligence</HI></L>
<L>Is quite <HI>unbodied;</HI> then it &s;hews its face</L>
<L>Through that black <HI>mask</HI> of Letters with much grace.</L>
<L>Thou'rt gon men &s;ay, this is no news to me,</L>
<L>I deem this Land far too <HI>hide-bound</HI> for <HI>thee,</HI></L>
<L>Who &s;trides to Heaven in one <HI>Poetick</HI> &s;tory,</L>
<L>And makes the world but a &s;cant <HI>Promontory.</HI></L>
<L>Let that <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg"><HI>al. The</HI> Pocky <HI>Ec|cho.</HI></NOTE> <HI>French Eccho,</HI> which preaches out of holes</L>
<L>And makes long-winded Sermons to <HI>All Souls</HI></L>
<L>Which thither throng; let that extend <HI>thy</HI> merit,</L>
<L>Not as 'tis in&s;pir'd by a common &s;pirit;</L>
<L>Mean while your <HI>&s;ilenc'd</HI> <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Mark that well.</NOTE> <HI>Mini&s;ter</HI> Ile be.</L>
<L>Since Learning's <HI>Body is condens'd</HI> in <HI>Thee.</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="36">
<HEAD>On the ingenuous Poet Mr. <HI>Cowley.</HI></HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">A Pyndarique Ode.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>I Can't now comprehend unle&s;s I'me taught</L>
<L>To write a &s;trein above my &s;elf, aloft:</L>
<L>If that my <HI>Mu&s;e</HI> would honour him with a <HI>Song,</HI></L>
<L>It mu&s;t fir&s;t learn to chat in th' Hebrew tongue.</L>
<L>Stand off thou <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg"><HI>One</HI> Bil|ling&s;ley <HI>wrote a</HI> Martyro|logy <HI>in Ver&s;e,</HI> Anno 1657.</NOTE> <HI>Poeta&s;ter</HI> from the <HI>Pre&s;s,</HI></L>
<L>Who <HI>pygni'&s;t Martyrs</HI> with thy <HI>dwarf-like ver&s;e</HI></L>
<L>Who&s;e white, <HI>long bearded flame</HI> of <HI>Zeal</HI> a&s;pires,</L>
<L>To wrack their <HI>A&s;hes,</HI> more than did their <HI>Fires.</HI></L>
<L>Confine not this our <HI>Poet</HI> to thy <HI>Black, durty Ink,</HI></L>
<L>Le&s;t thou <HI>be&s;pot</HI> his name, and make it <HI>&s;tink.</HI></L>
<L>Hand then at <HI>Quill</HI> that's plundred in the fight</L>
<L>Of <HI>Mercury,</HI> whil'&s;t he beat's by flight.</L>
<L>He <HI>mu&s;ter'd</HI> up the Forces of his Armes,</L>
<L>Ordred each Wing for to e&s;cape the charms</L>
<L>Of the ea&s;ie conquer'd Air, and &s;hall not I</L>
<L><HI>Alarum</HI> now the <HI>Mu&s;es Chevalry?</HI></L>
<L>And beat up the <HI>Head-quarters</HI> of my &s;trength,</L>
<L>Who&s;e power drawn out, may help my &s;oul at length,</L>
<L>To finde his <HI>Ambu&s;cado'd</HI> Ver&s;es out,</L>
<L>Which on all &s;ides <HI>be&s;iege</HI> me round about.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>2.</HEAD>
<L>I here condemn plain <HI>Seneca</HI>'s crumpled &s;tyle,</L>
<L>And <HI>Sentence, Cicero</HI>'s longer by a <HI>mile.</HI></L>
<L>For neither <HI>&s;pan'd him;</HI> none can &s;peak his worth</L>
<L>More fully, then a <HI>&s;tiff-neck't Holder forth,</HI></L>
<L><PB REF="37">Who draws his <HI>mouth</HI> at <HI>large,</HI> &s;pins out his <HI>lungs</HI></L>
<L>And ne're is tir'd with tuning holy Songs,</L>
<L>Who&s;e &s;urly <HI>Ela</HI>'s note he far exceeds,</L>
<L>For <HI>body'd</HI> Angels cloth'd in <HI>Ladies</HI> <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">In con|tradi&s;tin|ction to Ladies <HI>Flowers.</HI></NOTE> <HI>weeds</HI></L>
<L>Can only throat him, who&s;e virtues cannot brook</L>
<L>A <HI>&s;pirit's</HI> knowledge through a &s;ingle look.</L>
<L>That va&s;te <HI>Triumvirate's Poetique</HI> hand</L>
<L>Which dig'd graves for lo&s;t &s;en&s;e in words, is damn'd</L>
<L>By <HI>Him,</HI> and mu&s;t at la&s;t grant <HI>His</HI> the better,</L>
<L>Who buries <HI>My&s;teries</HI> in every letter.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>3.</HEAD>
<L><HI>Antiquity</HI> is fettred in their Ver&s;es:</L>
<L><NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">O baw|dry!</NOTE> <HI>Long hangers</HI> on each &s;ide the <HI>Printer</HI> Pre&s;&s;e's,</L>
<L>Rais'd on the <HI>Publique Faith,</HI> for the defence</L>
<L>Of their benighted, and mo&s;t doubtfull &s;en&s;e:</L>
</LG>
<P>But &s;tay!</P>
<LG>
<L>That jolly <HI>Trine</HI> if any Eye will <HI>round,</HI></L>
<L>A <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg"><HI>Sure the Authour's</HI> wits <HI>went on</HI> wool|gathering <HI>here.</HI></NOTE> <HI>flock</HI> of <HI>Books</HI> in <HI>&s;heep's clothes</HI> may be found:</L>
<L>But his <HI>Mu&s;e</HI> mounts enrob'd in <HI>Noon-day</HI> glory,</L>
<L>Candied with light, as if his head were <HI>heary.</HI></L>
<L>Fir&s;t <HI>dipped</HI> in tho&s;e &s;acred &s;treams with thee,</L>
<L>And when grown up <HI>coated</HI> with purity.</L>
<L>His Fancy in <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Now he conjures.</NOTE> <HI>Black-art</HI> mourning owns the name</L>
<L>Of a <HI>dark lanthorn'd Dungeon</HI> to a flame.</L>
<L>While&s;t I the letters, and the clear &s;en&s;e finde;</L>
<L>My weaker Eye can't reach the <HI>Soul</HI> behinde.</L>
<L>So that in reverence my head is bow'd,</L>
<L>Thinking of <HI>Juno</HI> clothed in a <HI>Cloud.</HI></L>
<L>Like that <HI>dunc't</HI> wit, how does my willing hand</L>
<L>Scribble that out, which I <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Sanat confe&s;&s;io crimen.</NOTE> <HI>can't under&s;tand I</HI></L>
<L><PB REF="37">For feigned ill <HI>Husbandry</HI> let none thee mock,</L>
<L>VVho ever heard that Poets e're did <HI>&s;mock</HI></L>
<L>Their <HI>naked coin</HI> in <HI>Napkins: frank</HI> they be</L>
<L>Both of their Je&s;ts, and of their Money free.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="4">
<HEAD>4.</HEAD>
<L>That <HI>Ethnick Prie&s;t</HI> which did attire his Pelf<NOTE PLACE="marg">All this I don't un|der&s;tand.</NOTE></L>
<L>VVith th' &s;ame <HI>Trunk-breeches</HI> which he wore him|&s;elf.</L>
<L>VVhil&s;t in his <HI>wooden Pulpit</HI> &s;tuff <HI>apparel'd</HI></L>
<L>Did &s;eem a <HI>Hogshead</HI> in an <HI>Hogshead barrel'd:</HI></L>
<L>Had he but known the <HI>Grecian</HI> would <HI>disjoynt,</HI></L>
<L>And bur&s;t in two &s;tout <HI>Vulcan</HI>'s <HI>Iron point,</HI></L>
<L>VVhich tied th' luxurious <HI>placquet</HI> of his <HI>Che&s;t</HI></L>
<L>In th' <HI>Italian</HI> Mode, that <HI>deifi'd</HI> it might re&s;t</L>
<L>Coop't up t' one ma&s;ter: that &s;ubtle <HI>Cub</HI></L>
<L>Had &s;trait <HI>unbutton'd</HI> the <HI>Codpi&s;s</HI> of his <HI>Tub,</HI></L>
<L>And brok up his &s;oon cooled Zeal in ha&s;te</L>
<L>To &s;ave his Gold from running out in th'wa&s;te,</L>
<L>I dare not <HI>Poet chri&s;ten him</HI> by birth,</L>
<L>VVho Athei&s;t like ador'd that <HI>guilded Earth;</HI></L>
<L>This onely common I hold fa&s;t with thee,</L>
<L>I &s;corn &s;uch <HI>dirt,</HI> and wor&s;hip <HI>Poetrie.</HI></L>
<L>A <HI>Knocking</HI> <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg"><HI>A Ring for the Author</HI>&mdash;</NOTE> <HI>Poet</HI> &s;ure, who joyntly <HI>beds</HI></L>
<L><HI>Nine lu&s;ty Girles,</HI> which bow their <HI>Maiden-heads</HI></L>
<L>To <HI>Him,</HI> and <HI>&s;traightway</HI> left the <HI>Sacred Hill</HI></L>
<L>For to attend upon his <HI>&s;ainted Quill.</HI></L>
<L>Could my weak <HI>fluttring</HI> &s;oul to heaven <HI>flie,</HI></L>
<L>Through the &s;huffled <HI>Clouds</HI> of <HI>Maskt</HI> Divinity,</L>
<L>Begot by him; there then my Mu&s;es <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Olet lucernam.</NOTE> <HI>taper</HI></L>
<L>Breathing its la&s;t, would from its <HI>&s;ocket caper;</HI></L>
<L>To &s;ee a <HI>vi&s;ion</HI> of <HI>him</HI> in a <HI>&s;ound,</HI></L>
<L>VVould in deep contemplation my &s;oul drown'd.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="38">
<HEAD>Again&s;t froathy Wits.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>I Like not &s;uch, who do not fear</L>
<L>By <HI>Juno</HI>'s <HI>Pantofles</HI> to &s;wear;</L>
<L>Yea, even by <HI>Styx,</HI> to brag mo&s;t cruel,</L>
<L>That a Quart of <HI>Ceres Water-grewel</HI></L>
<L>Will make their Wits to run &s;o fleet,</L>
<L>That they'l &s;pue <HI>Ver&s;es</HI> without <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Here the Authours Mu&s;e is not trou|bled with corns.</NOTE> <HI>feet.</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>Again&s;t &s;tealing Wits.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>I Di&s;like tho&s;e make <HI>Mercury</HI> their <HI>Chief,</HI><NOTE PLACE="marg">Clodius accu&s;at Maechos.</NOTE></L>
<L>And quote him, as their <HI>Captain Thief;</HI></L>
<L>Under who&s;e colours they <HI>commence</HI></L>
<L><HI>Ma&s;ters</HI> of <HI>pilfer'd Eloquence.</HI></L>
<L>To <HI>cheat</HI> mens Works they've got a trick</L>
<L>By <HI>Handy Dandi'd Rhetorick:</HI></L>
<L>Who wit in <HI>Tympany</HI> do &s;pawl,</L>
<L>Like a big belly'd <HI>Corporal,</HI></L>
<L>Who&s;e girded wa&s;te while it doth hope</L>
<L>For a far larger <HI>Horo&s;cope,</HI></L>
<L>At drinking time doth quite disjoynt,</L>
<L>And crack in twain his <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Made of a piece of pack-thred</NOTE> <HI>Codpi&s;s-point:</HI></L>
<L>So they like to the women train,</L>
<L>With <HI>cri&s;ped</HI> ties <HI>hair-lace</HI> their Brain;</L>
<L>And <HI>cap</HI> their <HI>Blocks,</HI> le&s;t that their wits</L>
<L>&s;hould run a gadding in mad fits:</L>
<L>But ne'rethele&s;s they cry [<HI>more &s;cope,</HI>]</L>
<L>And &s;lack their brains for want of <HI>Rope,</HI></L>
<L><PB REF="38">To <HI>rai&s;e</HI> their Je&s;ts, while&s;t they would <HI>&s;pand</HI></L>
<L>A world of wit, with their <HI>&s;hort hand.</HI></L>
<L>The doun of <HI>Proteus</HI> woolen Pelt</L>
<L>Made up in fa&s;hion of a <HI>felt;</HI></L>
<L>Wilt &s;uit their bald-pates, which do rig</L>
<L>Each mans <HI>hair</HI> for a <HI>Perriwig;</HI></L>
<L>To hide their &s;hame, but do not cry,</L>
<L>Or &s;tartle at <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">That is <HI>&s;tealing of Books.</HI></NOTE> <HI>Book Felony,</HI></L>
<L>Such <HI>er'wig'd theives,</HI> that lie in lurch,</L>
<L>We'l yirk with the <HI>Mercurian Birch;</HI></L>
<L>And put their ranging wits in <HI>pound,</HI></L>
<L>For breaking into others ground.</L>
<L>But if they'l not corrected be,</L>
<L>We'l <HI>hang</HI> them on the <HI>Daphnean-tree</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>Again&s;t Antiquarians.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>I Like not <HI>time ob&s;ervers</HI> of our age,</L>
<L>VVho bring up <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">'Tis plain here, that he means the <HI>Prae|adamitae.</HI></NOTE> <HI>Adam</HI> on the <HI>Stage;</HI></L>
<L>And by their too long wa&s;ted crime,</L>
<L>Blab what was done before <HI>his</HI> time.</L>
<L>If you'l but crown their heads with <HI>Bayes,</HI></L>
<L>They'l publi&s;h th' Acts of <HI>Joan Popes</HI> dayes:</L>
<L>They rai&s;e up Antiques from the Grave,</L>
<L>To fright away the wit they have.</L>
<L>They tell of <HI>Ixion</HI> in a fog</L>
<L>And a blinde tale of <HI>Tobits</HI> <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">They had read the Apocrapha</NOTE> <HI>Dog.</HI></L>
<L>They wor&s;hip every <HI>Ancients</HI> &s;hrine,</L>
<L>And kneel before the <HI>Grecian</HI> wine.</L>
<L>They've top'd &s;o much old <HI>Ma&s;&s;ick Ale,</HI></L>
<L>Their <HI>running</HI> wits are now grown <HI>&s;tale.</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD><PB REF="39">On the Death of his good old Tutour, Mr. <HI>G. S.</HI> of <HI>W. C.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>I Keep a <HI>Fa&s;t day:</HI> now mine eyes repent,</L>
<L>A &s;hower of tears falls from my <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Read it <HI>funda|ment.</HI></NOTE> <HI>Firmament:</HI></L>
<L>Come paint him out (my <HI>Mu&s;e</HI>) let tears now blu&s;h,</L>
<L>And force his &s;able Cheeks to wear <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">A kinde of wear like <HI>black Skarlet.</HI></NOTE> <HI>gules Plu&s;h.</HI></L>
<L>Come &s;can your &s;obs; come &s;teep your eyes in <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">That's a good way to be <HI>blind</HI> indeed.</NOTE> <HI>Brine,</HI></L>
<L>My eyes &s;hall weep for him red <HI>Mu&s;ca-[dell]-dine.</HI></L>
<L>But here (alas) the dew that oft doth fall</L>
<L>From th' region of mine <HI>Eyes</HI> <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Where note, that tears are not <HI>Aqua vitae.</HI></NOTE> cannot recall</L>
<L>Him unto <HI>life:</HI> &s;ince he hath try'd the <HI>mote</HI></L>
<L>Round <HI>Pluto</HI>'s hou&s;e in <HI>Charon's Ferry-boat.</HI></L>
<L>His <HI>gozling</HI> &s;oul long &s;ate in's bodies <HI>Tree,</HI></L>
<L>VVhile&s;t that the fates hi&s;t at's felicity:</L>
<L>At length being <HI>fledg'd</HI> by <HI>Age,</HI> it &s;oon got loo&s;e,</L>
<L>Dropt into <HI>Styx,</HI> and turn'd a gagling Goo&s;e.</L>
<L>Now <HI>grazing</HI> plea&s;ure in the <HI>Eli&s;ian</HI> Fields,</L>
<L>It reaps that bli&s;s that <HI>Jove's green medow</HI> yields.</L>
<L>The <HI>Popes</HI> ba&s;e <HI>brea&s;ts</HI> of &s;in he did not <HI>nur&s;e,</HI></L>
<L>Though he adjur'd him by his <HI>triple</HI> Cur&s;e.</L>
<L>Of's learning let none doubt, he's dead and gone,</L>
<L>VVho was whil&s;t here a <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Now he's a <HI>dead Helicon</HI> it &s;eems.</NOTE> <HI>living Helicon.</HI></L>
<L>To the Pega&s;ides he was a <HI>Groom,</HI></L>
<L>The Mu&s;es made his <HI>Head</HI> their <HI>Dining-room.</HI></L>
<L>The <HI>Synagogue</HI> of <HI>Arts</HI> he did adore,</L>
<L>But now no <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">No, nor <HI>Science</HI> neither.</NOTE> <HI>Art</HI> can him to life re&s;tore.</L>
<L>Great <HI>Rhetorician</HI> &s;ure: and now we &s;ee,</L>
<L>That death doth prove to <HI>him</HI> a <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Becau&s;e you know <HI>Syncope tollit de medio:</HI> there's the <HI>wit.</HI></NOTE> <HI>Syncope.</HI></L>
<L>Prai&s;e is his <HI>debt:</HI> his <HI>debts</HI> I care not for,</L>
<L>Since <HI>Death</HI> by right was his <HI>Executor.</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD><PB REF="39">&V;pon an Hermophradite &s;een in <HI>Cornwall,</HI> who went under the &s;hape of a Woman, and yet was no Woman: is not that &s;trange</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>MAn's of the <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">So are &s;ome <HI>wo|men</HI> too.</NOTE> <HI>Common Gender:</HI> no &s;trange &s;ight,</L>
<L>That <HI>Homo</HI>'s &s;plit into <HI>Hermophradite.</HI></L>
<L>Nature <HI>coyn'd Male</HI> and <HI>Female</HI> in a &s;pleen,</L>
<L>So her fir&s;t <HI>&s;tamp</HI> was purely <HI>Epicene.</HI></L>
<L>Both kindes (in vertue) <HI>&s;he</HI> in man did twi&s;t,</L>
<L>And now here's one turn'd <HI>Adam</HI>'s <HI>Formali&s;t.</HI></L>
<L>She did allow the <HI>Banes;</HI> and &s;o this Elf</L>
<L>Can't commit <HI>Fornication</HI> with her &s;elf.</L>
<L>Stay <HI>Hymens</HI> Prie&s;t, here is no need of you,</L>
<L>Since Nature fini&s;ht that which you &s;hould do.</L>
<L>O rare <HI>Arte&s;s!</HI> your fingers &s;ure did itch,</L>
<L>When that you wrought this piece in <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Other|wi&s;e cal'd <HI>Rugwork,</HI> or, <HI>&s;tript. carpetting</HI></NOTE> <HI>Iri&s;h &s;titch.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Spread-Eagle</HI> like, who&s;e members all do wed</L>
<L>In one body, a <HI>Separati&s;t</HI> in's <HI>head.</HI></L>
<L>VVhil&s;t <HI>Venus</HI> for mo&s;t &s;hare in it did fight,</L>
<L><HI>Mars</HI> &s;tepping in <HI>half &s;tew'd</HI> it <HI>Heteroclite.</HI></L>
<L><HI>John</HI> claims a right in <HI>Jone</HI>'s <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Meum &amp; tuum.</NOTE> crackt <HI>Maiden-head;</HI></L>
<L>Zeal them <HI>betroth'd,</HI> and time them <HI>married.</HI></L>
<L>Like man and wife in concord they agree;</L>
<L>From <HI>Mars</HI> and <HI>Venus</HI> &s;prang &s;weet Harmony,</L>
<L>In <HI>Morpheus</HI> reign when Nature &s;eem'd to &s;lumber,</L>
<L>It kept in <HI>Sex,</HI> what then it lo&s;t in number.</L>
<L><HI>Venus</HI> let fall her <HI>Garter</HI> in a Plot,</L>
<L>To tie the&s;e two in one <HI>true Lovers knot.</HI></L>
<L>Nature did change its own command, and feature,</L>
<L>VVhen it did weave this <HI>lin&s;ie-wool&s;ie</HI> creature,</L>
<L><PB REF="40">Great <HI>Boreas</HI> blu&s;tres in a &s;weat, when he</L>
<L>Ca&s;ts up the <HI>Spani&s;h Genet's</HI> Pedegree,</L>
<L>Who&s;e <HI>Compater</HI> he is, and now's grown bold</L>
<L>To <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">The Au|thour ex|cepts fart|ing.</NOTE> <HI>cough,</HI> and <HI>&s;neeze,</HI> &s;ince that he catcht a cold.</L>
<L>A furious <HI>North-wind</HI> from my mouth will blow:</L>
<L>Yea more then <HI>Boreas</HI> I &s;hall puff, and blow,</L>
<L>If I &s;hould undertake to &s;tate the <HI>Nation,</HI></L>
<L>From whence fir&s;t came this <HI>coddled generation.</HI></L>
<L>As for this <HI>Ba&s;tard brood</HI> which is our <HI>Theme,</HI></L>
<L>The mother did conceive it in a dream,</L>
<L>Whil'&s;t that the <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Surely he means the <HI>night|wizzard,</HI> for a <HI>witch</HI> is a <HI>wo|man,</HI> and a <HI>woman</HI> can't&mdash;</NOTE> <HI>night-witch</HI> rid her, and &s;o &s;he</L>
<L>Produc'd of Sexes a <HI>Plurality.</HI></L>
<L>She <HI>clucking</HI> for to <HI>&s;it,</HI> the <HI>wandring God</HI></L>
<L>Sent his <HI>Night-raven</HI> for to have her <HI>trod.</HI></L>
<L>And whil'&s;t <HI>&s;he cackling</HI> to his God-head pray'd,</L>
<L>An <HI>Egg</HI> with two <HI>crowns</HI> tipt <HI>&s;he kern'd,</HI> and <HI>laid,</HI></L>
<L>And &s;o <HI>hatch't</HI> it, by who&s;e heat in the <HI>&s;hell,</HI></L>
<L>'Twas half <HI>&s;od Hen;</HI> half <HI>poach't</HI> a <HI>Cockerell;</HI></L>
<L>And though <HI>nick-nam'd,</HI> a <HI>Female</HI> it doth go,</L>
<L>Yet 'mong&s;t the <HI>Cocks</HI> it hath a man-like <HI>Crow.</HI></L>
<L>By the &s;trange motion of the <HI>Sun</HI> and <HI>Moon,</HI></L>
<L>She ro&s;e, and went to bed at <HI>Tillain-noon.</HI></L>
<L>All <HI>Coin</HI> is naught with Parents, 'le&s;s it cary</L>
<L>The perfect Image of <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Gram|mercy Mr. <HI>Cleveland</HI></NOTE> <HI>Philip</HI> and <HI>Mary;</HI></L>
<L>And that they &s;till might bear this in their minde,</L>
<L>Nature it <HI>mint's</HI> and <HI>payes them in their kinde.</HI></L>
<L>O happy Soul! <HI>Cynthia</HI> will ne're &s;care thee</L>
<L>With <HI>Bug-bear</HI> words, for <HI>Cod-pi&s;s</HI> thievery.</L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="40">
<HEAD>The Clo&s;e of all; being an Admo|nition to the Reader, not to envy his <HI>Poems.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>LEt no <HI>Chri&s;tian</HI> that hath true grace,</L>
<L><HI>View the&s;e</HI> with a <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">'Tis no matter with what <HI>Eyes</HI> he look on't.</NOTE> <HI>Malignant face;</HI></L>
<L>But pray that Heaven their <HI>lights</HI> would &s;nuff,</L>
<L>'Cau&s;e <HI>Satan</HI> playes at <HI>Blind-man-buff</HI></L>
<L>With men, and <HI>hood's</HI> their Intellects,</L>
<L>Ca&s;ting up <HI>Cock-all</HI> for tho&s;e <HI>Sects.</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<TRAILER><NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">By which the Au|thor means the end of the Book.</NOTE> FINIS.</TRAILER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="part">
<DIV2 TYPE="half title">
<PB REF="41">
<PB REF="41">
<P>TWO EXACT CHARACTERS, One of a Temporizer.</P>
<P>The other of an Antiquarian.</P>
<Q>&mdash;<HI>Notus nimis omnibus Ignotus moriar mihi.</HI>&mdash;</Q>
<P><FIGURE>
</FIGURE></P>
<P>Printed by the &s;ame Order.</P>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="type">
<PB REF="42">
<PB REF="42">
<HEAD>THE CHARACTER OF A Temporizer.</HEAD>
<P>HE is One, that is alwayes in <HI>fa|&s;hion;</HI> though <HI>Time</HI> puts on <HI>New Clothes</HI> every <HI>Day. He</HI> is divided from none more then him&s;elf. He is a <HI>Spawn</HI> of <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg"><HI>Janus</HI> the name of a <HI>fi&s;h,</HI> yclepped, <HI>A Cods|head.</HI></NOTE> <HI>Janus,</HI> who prefac't His <HI>Old Vi|&s;age</HI> with a <HI>New mode,</HI> according to the &s;ea&s;on of the <HI>Year;</HI> or as &s;ome would have it, <HI>&s;hifted</HI> His <HI>Countenance</HI> again&s;t <HI>Quarter Day.</HI> If I would &s;peak him fully, I mu&s;t <HI>Weather-cock</HI> my Phra&s;e, to wait upon the uncon&s;tant <HI>Wind.</HI> What He but now ap|plauded, He &s;trait &s;narles at, and with Ri|gour condemns. <HI>Like that Stout Letter'd</HI>
<PB REF="43">
<NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">If any one can bring the &s;en&s;e of this to the Cryer, he &s;hall be well paid for his pains</NOTE> <HI>Trencher Man, who for Theevery burnt the Innocent Board, which before by its har&s;h Pa|rent was branded, though He him&s;elf allowed of the action, as appeared by the Clergy of Let|ters, written in fair Characters on the Accu|&s;ants, Fronti&s;pice, that backt with a full Sto|mach</HI> <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Where note, <HI>Mi|nerva's &s;tomack</HI> is in her <HI>back.</HI></NOTE> Minerva <HI>did plead for the Damn'd In|&s;trument, meerly pas&s;ive in the Fellony.</HI> Look in his face, and you may &s;ee what a <HI>Clock</HI> 'tis though the <HI>Sun</HI> don't <HI>Shine:</HI> When He holds up His <HI>noddle,</HI> then 'tis towards <HI>Noon|day</HI> Glory with him. When He ca&s;ts it <HI>downwards,</HI> and doubles His <HI>Shadow</HI> (for He him&s;elf's no better) then you may gue&s;s, that the <HI>Sun</HI> is <HI>declining</HI> upon him. He hath enacted <HI>materia prima,</HI> Queen Regent of all <HI>Forms,</HI> whil&s;t he per&s;onally &s;tands Her <HI>Ri|val Probationer,</HI> and proves him&s;elf capable to be crowned with every one of them, un|le&s;s it bee a <HI>Rational</HI> one. To name Him <HI>Proteus</HI> is too much to <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">All to <HI>whoop</HI> him.</NOTE> hallow Him: for He <HI>Turn-Coats</HI> Him&s;elf, <HI>facing</HI> the <HI>Ancient Mat|ter</HI> with a <HI>New fa&s;hion'd &s;hape,</HI> which flatly fall's out with the former: But our Theam new moulds it &s;elf yet to the &s;ight remains the <HI>Old man</HI> &s;till. We'l <HI>coat</HI> Him for one with <HI>Aeneus</HI> Gift, who is already <HI>Winter|clothed</HI> with <HI>Rapes</HI> from others of all kinds,
<PB REF="43">
and may at length &s;tretch for them, if He timely betakes not him&s;elf to <HI>Long-Lane</HI> for a Larger, and <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">A Clook in <HI>Folio.</HI></NOTE> <HI>deeper volum'd Cloak to cover</HI> His <HI>Knavery.</HI> This <HI>Temporizing Turky-Cock,</HI> he charges His <HI>wing'd</HI> Forces, and mounts His <HI>Cre&s;cent Tail,</HI> as <HI>Hannibal</HI> did His half-<HI>moon'd Motley Army,</HI> again&s;t all that appear in Scarlet, unle&s;s they be of his own <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">In th' Author's country there are <HI>Scarlet Turky|cocks.</HI></NOTE> <HI>Gender.</HI> A <HI>Babel</HI> of opinions lie grip't up in this Religions <HI>Am&s;terdam'd</HI> <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">He means Cobler.</NOTE> <HI>Tran&s;lator,</HI> who, if we con&s;ider as new <HI>Sold,</HI> with his <HI>Leathern</HI> converted <HI>Ears,</HI> is alwayes <HI>Cat|terwouling</HI> for <HI>Union:</HI> though he him&s;elfe proves a <HI>Breeder</HI> of di&s;cord. His <HI>Judgement</HI> and <HI>Con&s;cience</HI> are great <HI>Separati&s;ts</HI> one from another; what the one approves of, the other by are flect Act in greate&s;t dete&s;tation bannes back again; in which He murders the Intention of the wi&s;e One, who hath plac't a rectified <HI>Intellect</HI> in the <HI>Fore-front</HI> of the <HI>&s;oul,</HI> to guide the underlin <HI>faculties</HI> in their Actions. But why talk I of a Rectifi|ed Judgement to Him, who is from Heaven cur&s;t with its contrary: &s;o that 'tis no wonder that tho&s;e <HI>Twins,</HI> which are familiar <HI>Cronies</HI> in others, turne <HI>Aliens</HI> in Him. He can pa|tiently put on the gaudy <HI>Materiality</HI> of a <HI>Bi|&s;hoprick,</HI> but as for the <HI>Formality</HI> of it, down with that <HI>Bloody Whore</HI> of <HI>Babylon.</HI> He
<PB REF="44">
begets a <HI>brood</HI> which are ready to <HI>pick</HI> out his very <HI>eyes,</HI> like to tho&s;e <HI>Church-going Ethnick &s;ouls,</HI> who viewing their <HI>Mi&s;tre&s;&s;es&punc;</HI> do (<HI>as I may &s;ay with mode&s;ty</HI>) <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg"><HI>Forni|cation</HI> is no <HI>immo|de&s;t</HI> A|ction.</NOTE> <HI>commit forni|cation</HI> with the <HI>Virgin Pewes;</HI> which com|mon actions makes <HI>Nature</HI> &s;ometimes in her operations <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Shitt.</NOTE> <HI>work backward,</HI> and the <HI>Males</HI> bring forth a <HI>&s;purious</HI> off-&s;pring of <HI>Retrograding Animals,</HI> which in a &s;hort time do attempt <HI>Ore&s;tes</HI>-like, the devouring of their <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Tweak|ers by Jove&punc;</NOTE> <HI>rampant Genitals,</HI> Mi&s;con&s;true me not, <HI>gentle Reader,</HI> I challenge any car|ping <HI>Paedagogue</HI> of them all, to <HI>Wrymouth</HI> this la&s;t &s;entence into prophanene&s;&s;e; yet in that point I cannot match him, who is <HI>Religions Litter'd</HI> <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">The <HI>Dutch|womens</HI> i&s;&s;ue of the <HI>DIL|DO.</HI></NOTE> <HI>Sooterkin</HI> kindled by the <HI>Stove</HI> of his own counterfeit <HI>Zeal.</HI> If this prodigious <HI>Shark</HI> had appeared in <HI>The&s;&s;aly&punc;</HI> mounted on one of the winds <HI>Spani&s;h</HI> race, the &s;illy people with more rea&s;on had <HI>Cen|taur'd</HI> the <HI>Epithite</HI> in <HI>Surnaming</HI> him <HI>Mon|&s;trous.</HI> Certainly when <HI>Nature</HI> pen'd him out, &s;he had an eye to the Exampler of <HI>Di|veli&s;h</HI> <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">A De|&s;cription of <HI>this Chara|cter.</HI></NOTE> <HI>Non&s;ence,</HI> written on <HI>Queens Col|lege</HI> Library's <HI>Dutch</HI> paper <HI>Walls.</HI> She hath &s;o articulately pointed him out the <HI>Coppy,</HI> that the confus'd <HI>Original</HI> &s;eems in him in &s;ome mea&s;ure under&s;tood: <HI>&s;he</HI> begun with his <HI>Feet,</HI> tho&s;e gouty <HI>emblems</HI> of his <HI>Hands,</HI>
<PB REF="44">
where &s;he <HI>finger'd</HI> his <HI>Toes;</HI> from thence &s;he a&s;cends, and makes his <HI>Knees</HI> wear <HI>Points&punc;</HI> and &s;o upwards &s;he <HI>Comma's</HI> every bending joynt, till towards the ending of her work &s;he infers his <HI>long &s;entenc't No&s;e</HI> within the Hairy <HI>Parenthe&s;is</HI> of his <HI>Eye-brows;</HI> &s;o <HI>&s;he</HI> proceeds &s;topping the cour&s;e of his ram|bling <HI>Eyes with</HI> a <HI>Colon,</HI> which with <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Sir re|verence.</NOTE> <HI>Reve|rence</HI> behold his wide <HI>gaping Mouth,</HI> where Nature wi&s;ely makes a <HI>full &s;top,</HI> el&s;e &s;he had never enjoyed Re&s;t all her life time. <HI>He</HI> hath no valour and yet hee'l vie with <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">That is when he gave <HI>Da|nae</HI> a <HI>clap,</HI> not a <HI>thunder clap:</HI> now this &s;ame <HI>Jupiter</HI> was a de|vili&s;h whorema|&s;ter, &amp;c. &s;ee <HI>Far|naby</HI> upon <HI>O|vid Met.</HI></NOTE> <HI>Ju|piter</HI> to ruffle in a Golden <HI>&s;torme,</HI> &s;o that he may <HI>Bride</HI> his <HI>Love</HI> and wear &s;uch glittering apparrel on <HI>Holy dayes.</HI> I cannot Nick-name him, if I <HI>Epicaene</HI> the <HI>Pre&s;s,</HI> and <HI>Godfather hic et haec Homo,</HI> a <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">A Dog and Bitch.</NOTE> <HI>Hee and &s;hee Man.</HI> He is a Candidate capable of no other, but <HI>In|fant</HI> Moderne <HI>Nobility</HI> which &s;avours too much of <HI>Parchment,</HI> and <HI>Shrivels</HI> into no|thing, even as the <HI>Matter</HI> decea&s;es out of which it was created. He's a right <HI>Anti|quarian</HI> in this, that he loves to pur&s;ue <HI>Ru|ines.</HI> And becau&s;e I'me hardly intreated by a <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">One Jack Sa|turday.</NOTE> <HI>Friend,</HI> I &s;hall attempt the de&s;cription of an <HI>Antiquarian:</HI> neither &s;hall I much vary from the Matter in Hand, if I proceed from a <HI>Fool to an</HI> <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">A Wit&punc;</NOTE> <HI>Antique.</HI></P>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="type">
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<HEAD>THE CHARACTER OF AN Antiquarian.</HEAD>
<P>HE is a <HI>Corni&s;h Pedling Hi&s;torian;</HI> for as that <HI>Country's Dwarf Merchant,</HI> grow great <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Stone|cutters.</NOTE> <HI>monumental Trade&s;|men</HI> by degrees, with picking their &s;cattered livings from <HI>Quarries;</HI> &s;o our <HI>Theme</HI> bli&s;ters to a con&s;iderable <HI>Hi&s;torian,</HI> by rifling the &s;tones for <HI>Hi&s;tory.</HI> Nay &s;uch is his fletch't Impiety, that the pure <HI>A&s;hes</HI> of the <HI>Dead</HI> do not &s;cape his <HI>Inqui&s;ition;</HI> hence 'tis he vexes the <HI>Tombs</HI> for almo&s;t mortified <HI>In&s;crip|tions,</HI> and <HI>&s;acril<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">giou&s;ly</HI> &s;teals that away from them, which did both cover and compre|hend them. That <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">A cer|tain kind of <HI>Ver|mine</HI> that hath ne're a <HI>letter</HI> in his name.</NOTE> <HI>unletter'd Vermine</HI> which
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daily Diets and waxes fat on <HI>Letters,</HI> de|vours more learning in his progre&s;s through a <HI>Book,</HI> than he by all his jumbling produ|ctions begets, of his own, in his whole life time. That ceremonious <HI>Soul</HI> which idola|trou&s;ly wor&s;hip't the <HI>Gentlewomans</HI> thred|bare <HI>Garment,</HI> might have quietly ki&s;t her <HI>Rear,</HI> which que&s;tionle&s;s was the <HI>&s;enior</HI> of the two, wip'd his <HI>Mouth</HI> with her <HI>Petticoated Antiquity,</HI> and &s;o had e&s;cap'd without a <HI>dry'd jeer</HI> and like a good <HI>Husband</HI> have &s;a|ved his <HI>prodigal</HI> Breath to cool his <HI>Pottage.</HI> I wonder, as there is an <HI>Order</HI> for the ex|tirpation of <HI>Papi&s;ts</HI> out of this <HI>Land,</HI> that <HI>Antiquarians</HI> are not in&s;erted among&s;t that <HI>Roman zealous crew;</HI> for they are both &s;in|ners of the &s;ame <HI>&s;tock, (viz.) Wor&s;hippers</HI> of <HI>Graven-Images;</HI> and without equivocation, breakers of the &s;econd <HI>Commandement.</HI> With what reverence do they put off their <HI>Heads</HI> to any old broken-&s;nooted <HI>&s;imilitude&punc;</HI> but that &s;acred Antiquated Table to whom they ought devoutly to doff their <HI>Fe<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">ts</HI> <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">The poorer &s;ort of the Author's country|men wear caps upon their &s;hoes, to conceal the holes at their toes.</NOTE> <HI>Caps,</HI> they &s;lightly pa&s;s by, without the lea&s;t <HI>Ethick Nod</HI> of due re&s;pect, had not a reverent <HI>Madam</HI> prov'd a &s;hee patron to &s;ome <HI>Zealots</HI> in this <HI>Doctrine:</HI> Had not other more noble Learning club'd to the
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pre&s;ervation of his <HI>memorable name,</HI> cer|tainly it long e're this had been buried with his <HI>Beard-&s;havings,</HI> in Oblivion. Prai&s;e|worthy onely this, that by <HI>Art</HI> he confines a <HI>Clu&s;ter</HI> of <HI>Ages</HI> into the narrow Compa&s;s of his own. Like that <HI>Artificer</HI> which <HI>but|ton'd</HI> up a full <HI>Dozen</HI> of <HI>Silver Spoons</HI> in a Diminutive <HI>Box.</HI> But more like that Peo|ple, which teach their <HI>Beds</HI> contraction, who&s;e drouzy <HI>Pates</HI> may be truly &s;aid to <HI>lie</HI> in their <HI>Pockets</HI> all the Day. Now I think on't, how verily do my two <HI>Theams</HI> agree? 'Tis no wonder, good <HI>Wits</HI> alwayes jump: Like <HI>Ca&s;tor</HI> and <HI>Pollux,</HI> Brethren in Ini|quity, how do they cri&s;p embraces? They both keep a general meeting in this, that they are Men of the <HI>Times;</HI> a pair of petty <HI>Haberda&s;her'd Chronologers,</HI> which keep a cir|cum&s;pect<NOTE PLACE="marg">My&s;teries <HI>all!</HI></NOTE> notary of Novelties, that &s;o he may the better &s;ee which way the <HI>Winde</HI> fits. But <HI>Characters</HI> &s;hould be <HI>&s;hort-handed,</HI> therefore take this for a parting blow. May the <HI>Bea&s;ts</HI> once ca&s;t off tho&s;e thick skin'd Vapours, which &s;moaking upwards, do <HI>&s;hadow</HI> their dull brains. Or were they by &s;ome <HI>Chymi&s;t Hat-maker</HI> extracted, tho&s;e reaking <HI>fumes</HI> by the <HI>Arti&s;t</HI> condens'd, and modified, would very hand&s;omely <HI>beaver</HI>
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their <HI>Blocks,</HI> and fit them as neatly, as e're the ancient <HI>Black-capt Cloud</HI> did the Divine <HI>Temple.</HI></P>
<P>My <HI>Mu&s;es</HI> feet would &s;urely have &s;lipt, if I had (as I was de&s;ired) attempted the&s;e <HI>Rocks</HI> in <HI>Ver&s;e,</HI> without a liberal expence of <HI>Vinegar'd</HI> <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">The Au|thour doth not accu|&s;tome him|&s;elf to pi&s;s in his &s;tan|di&s;h.</NOTE> Ink, the defect of which (cry mer|cy) I might have &s;upply'd out of the <HI>Foun|tain-head</HI> of their <HI>&s;ower Looks.</HI></P>
<TRAILER>Sic explicit Antiquarius.</TRAILER>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<HEAD>Courteous Reader, <HI>The&s;e Books following are print|ted for</HI> Nath. Brook, <HI>and are to be &s;old at his Shop at the Angel in</HI> Cornhill.</HEAD>
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<HEAD>Excellent Tracts in Divinity, Controver&s;ies, Sermons, Devotions.</HEAD>
<ITEM>THe Catholique Hi&s;tory collected and ga|thered out of Scripture, Councils, and Ancient Fathers, in An&s;wer to Dr. <HI>Vane</HI>'s Lo&s;t Sheep returned home: by <HI>Edward Che&s;en&s;ale,</HI> <ABBR>E&s;q</ABBR> <HI>Octavo.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>2. Bi&s;hop <HI>Morton</HI> on the Sacrament, in <HI>Folio.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>3. The Grand Sacriledge of the Church of <HI>Rome;</HI> in taking away the &s;acred Cup from the Laity at the Lords Table; by Dr. <HI>Featley,</HI> DD. <HI>Quarto.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>4. The Quakers Cau&s;e at &s;econd hearing, being a full an&s;wer to their Tenets.</ITEM>
<ITEM><PB REF="49">5. Re-a&s;&s;ertion of Grace: <HI>Vindiciae Evangelii,</HI> or the Vindication of the Go&s;pel: a Reply to Mr. <HI>Anthony Burghe&s;s Vindiciae Legis,</HI> and to Mr. <HI>Ruth|ford,</HI> by <HI>Robert Town.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>6. Anabapti&s;ts anatomized and &s;ilenced: or, a Di&s;pute with Mr. <HI>Tombs,</HI> by Mr. <HI>J. Grag;</HI> where all may receive clear &s;atisfaction in that Contro|ver&s;ie. The be&s;t extant, <HI>Octavo.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>7. A Glimp&s;e of Divine Light, being an Expli|cation of &s;ome pa&s;&s;ages exhibited to the Commi&s;|&s;ioners at <HI>White-Hall</HI> for Approbation of Publique Preachers, again&s;t <HI>J. Harri&s;on</HI> of <HI>Land Chap. Lanca.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>8. The zealous Magi&s;trate; a Sermon by <HI>T. Thre&s;cos. Quarto.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>9. New Jeru&s;alem, in a Sermon for the Society of A&s;trologers, <HI>Quarto,</HI> in the Year 1651.</ITEM>
<ITEM>10. Divinity no enemy to A&s;trology. A Sermon for the Society of A&s;trologers, in the Year 1643. by Dr. <HI>Thomas Swadling.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>11. <HI>Britannia Rediviva.</HI> A Sermon before the Judges, <HI>Augu&s;t</HI> 1648. by <HI>J. Shaw</HI> Mini&s;ter of <HI>Hull.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>12. The Prince&s;s Royal, in a Sermon before the Judges, <HI>March</HI> 24. by <HI>J. Shaw.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>13. Judgement &s;et, and Books opened, Religion tried whether it be of God or Man, in &s;everal Ser|mons; by <HI>J. Web&s;ter. Quarto.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>14. I&s;raels Redemption, or, the Prophetical Hi&s;to|ry of our Saviors Kingdom on Earth; by <HI>K. Matton.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>15. The Cau&s;e and Cure of Ignorance, Error, and Profanene&s;s; or, a more hopeful way to Grace and Salvation; by <HI>K. Young. Octavo.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>16. A Bridle for the Times, tending to &s;till the
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murmuring, to &s;ettle the wavering, to &s;tay the wan|dring, and to &s;trengthen the fainting: by <HI>J. Brin&s;|ley</HI> of <HI>Yarmouth.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>17. Comforts again&s;t the fear of Death; where|in are di&s;covered &s;everal Evidences of the work of Grace: by <HI>J. Collins</HI> of <HI>Norwich.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>18. <HI>Jacobs</HI> Seed; or, the excellency of &s;eeking God by prayer, by <HI>Jer. Burroughs.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>19. The &s;um of Practical Divinity; or, the grounds of Religion in a Chatechi&s;ticall way, by Mr. <HI>Chri&s;topher Love</HI> late Mini&s;ter of the Go&s;pel: a u&s;eful piece.</ITEM>
<ITEM>20. Heaven and Earth &s;haken; a Treati&s;e &s;hew|ing how Kings and Princes, their Governments are turned and changed, by <HI>J. Davis</HI> Mini&s;ter in <HI>Dover,</HI> admirably u&s;eful, and &s;eriou&s;ly to be con&s;idered in the&s;e times.</ITEM>
<ITEM>21. The Trea&s;ure of the Soul; wherein we are taught, by dying to &s;in, to attain to the perfect love of God.</ITEM>
<ITEM>22. A Treati&s;e of Conte&s;tation, fit for the&s;e &s;ad and trouble&s;ome times, by <HI>J. Hall</HI> Bi&s;h. of <HI>Norwich.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>23. Select thoughts; or, choice helps for a pious &s;pirit, beholding the excellency of her Lord Je&s;us: by <HI>J. Hall</HI> Bi&s;hop of <HI>Norwich.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>24. The Holy Order, or Fraternity of Mourners in Zion; to which is added, Songs in the night, or chearfulne&s;s under afflictions: by <HI>J. Hall</HI> Bi&s;hop of <HI>Norwich.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>25. The Cele&s;tial Lamp, enlightening every di|&s;tre&s;&s;ed Soul from the depth of everla&s;ting darkne&s;s: by <HI>T. Feti&s;place.</HI></ITEM>
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<HEAD>Admirable, and Learned Treati&s;es of Occult Scien|ces in Philo&s;ophy, Magick, A&s;trology, Geomancy, Chymi&s;try, Phy&s;iognomy, and Chyromancy.</HEAD>
<ITEM>26. Magick and A&s;trology vindicated by <HI>H. Warren.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>27. <HI>Lux Veritatis,</HI> Judicial A&s;trology vindicated and Demonology confuted; by <HI>W. Ram&s;ey</HI> Gent.</ITEM>
<ITEM>28. An Introduction to the Teutonick Philo&s;o|phy; being a determination of the Original of the Soul: by <HI>C. Hotham</HI> Fellow of <HI>Peter-Hou&s;e</HI> in <HI>Cam|bridge.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>29. <HI>Cornelius Agrippa,</HI> his fourth Book of Occult Philo&s;ophy, or Geomancy; Magical Elements of <HI>Peter de Abona,</HI> the nature of &s;pirits: made Engli&s;h by <HI>R. Turner.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>30. <HI>Paracel&s;us</HI> Occult Philo&s;ophy, of the My|&s;teries of Nature, and his &s;ecret Alchimy.</ITEM>
<ITEM>31. An A&s;trological Di&s;cour&s;e with Mathema|tical Demon&s;trations; proving the influence of the Planets, and fixed Stars upon Elementary Bodies: by Sir <HI>Chri. Heydon</HI> Knight.</ITEM>
<ITEM>32. <HI>Merlinus Anglicus Junior;</HI> the Engli&s;h Merlin revived, or, a Prediction upon the Affairs of Chri&s;tendom, for the year 1644. by <HI>W. Lilly.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>33. Englands Propheticall Merlin; foretelling to all Nations of <HI>Europe,</HI> till. 1663. the actions de|pending upon the influences of the Conjunction of <HI>Saturn</HI> and <HI>Jupiter,</HI> 1642. by <HI>W. Lilly.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>34. The Starry Me&s;&s;enger, or an Interpretation of that &s;trange Apparition of three Sunnes &s;een in
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<HI>London,</HI> the 19. of <HI>November</HI> 1644. being the Birth|day of King <HI>Charles;</HI> by <HI>W. Lilly</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>35. The Worlds Cata&s;trophe; or, <HI>Europes</HI> ma|ny Mutations, until 1666. by <HI>W. Lilly.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>34. An A&s;trological Prediction of the Occur|rences in <HI>England;</HI> part of the Years 1648, 1649. 1650. by <HI>W. Lilly.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>37. Monarchy or no Monarchy in <HI>England;</HI> the Prophe&s;ie of the White King, <HI>Grebner</HI> his Prophe&s;ie, concerning <HI>Charles,</HI> Son of <HI>Charles,</HI> his Greatne&s;s; illu&s;trated with &s;everal Hieroglyphicks; by <HI>W. Lilly.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>38. <HI>Annus Tenebro&s;us,</HI> or the Dark Year; or, A&s;trological Judgements upon two Lunary Eclip&s;es, and one admirable Eclip&s;e of the Sun in <HI>England,</HI> 1652. by <HI>W. Lilly.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>39. An ea&s;ie and familiar Method, whereby to judge the effects depending on Eclip&s;es; by <HI>W. Lilly</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>40. Supernatural Sights and Apparitions &s;een in <HI>London, June,</HI> 30. 1644. by <HI>W. Lilly.</HI> As al&s;o all his Works in a Volume.</ITEM>
<ITEM>41. <HI>Cata&s;trophe Magnatum:</HI> an Ephemerides for the Year 1652. by <HI>N. Culpepper.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>42. <HI>Teratologia;</HI> or, a di&s;covery of Gods Won|ders, manife&s;ted by bloody rain and Waters; by <HI>J. S.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>53. Chyromancy; or the Art of divining by the Lines engraven in the hand of Man, by dame Na|ture, in 198. Genitures; with a Learned Di&s;cour&s;e of the Soul of the World; by <HI>G. Wharton</HI> <ABBR>E&s;q</ABBR></ITEM>
<ITEM>44. The admired Piece of Phy&s;iognomy, and Chyromancy, Metopo&s;copy, the Symmetrical Pro|portions, and Signal Moles of the Body, the In|terpretation of Dreams; to which is added the
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Art of Memory; illu&s;trated with Figures: by <HI>Rich. Sanders,</HI> in <HI>Folio.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>45. The no le&s;s exqui&s;ite then admirable Work, <HI>Theatrum Chemicum, Britannicum;</HI> containing &s;e|veral&punc; Poetical Pieces of our famous Engli&s;h Philo|&s;ophers, who have written the Hermitique My&s;te|ries in their own ancient Language; faithfully col|lected into one Volume, with Annotations thereon: by the Indefatigable indu&s;try of <HI>Elias A&s;hmole,</HI> <ABBR>E&s;q</ABBR> illu&s;trated with Figures.</ITEM>
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<HEAD>Excellent Treati&s;es in the Mathematicks, Geometry, of Arithmetick, Surveying, and other Arts, or Mechanicks.</HEAD>
<ITEM>46. The incomparable Treati&s;e of <HI>Tactometria, &s;eu Tetagmenometria;</HI> or, the Geometry of Regu|lars, practically propo&s;ed, after a new and mo&s;t ex|peditious manner, together with the Natural or Vulgar, by way of Men&s;ural compari&s;on) and in the Solids, not onely in re&s;pect of Magnitude or De|men&s;ion, but al&s;o of Gravity or Pondero&s;ity, ac|cording to any Metal a&s;&s;igned: together with u&s;e|ful experiments of Mea&s;ures and Weights, Ob&s;erva|tions on Gauging, u&s;eful for tho&s;e that are practi|&s;ed in the Art Metricald; by <HI>T. Wybard.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>47. <HI>Tectonicon,</HI> &s;hewing the exact mea&s;uring of all manner of Land, Squares, Timber, Stone, Stee|ples, Pillars, Globes; as al&s;o the making and u&s;e of the Carpenters Rule, &amp;c. fit to be known by all Surveyors, Land-meters, Joyners, Carpenters, and Ma&s;ons: by <HI>L. Diggs.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM><PB REF="51">48. The unparallel'd Work for ea&s;e and expedi|tion, intituled, The exact Surveyor: or, the whole Art of Surveying of Land, &s;hewing how to plot all manner of Grounds, whether &s;mall Inclo&s;ures, Champain, Plain, Wood-lands, or Mountains, by the Plain Table; as al&s;o how to finde the Area, or Content of any Land, to Protect, Reduce or Di|vide the &s;ame; as al&s;o to take the Plot or Cart, to make a Map of any Mannor, whether according to <HI>Rathburne,</HI> or any other Eminent Surveyors Me|thod; a Book excellently u&s;eful for tho&s;e that &s;ell, purcha&s;e, or are otherwi&s;e employed about Build|ings; by <HI>J. Eyre.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>49. The golden Treati&s;e of Arithmetick, Natu|ral and Artificial, or Decimals; the Theory and Practice united in a &s;impathetical Proportion, be|twixt Lines and Numbers, in their Quantities and Qualities, as in re&s;pect of Form, Figure, Magnitude, and Affection; demon&s;trated by Geometry, illu|&s;trated by Calculations, and confirmed with variety of Examples in every Species; made compendious and ea&s;ie for Merchants, Citizens, Sea-men, Ac|comptants, &amp;c. by <HI>Th. Wilsford</HI> Corrector of the la&s;t Edition of <HI>Record.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>50. Semigraphy, or the Art of Short-writing, as it hath been proved by many hundreds in the City of <HI>London,</HI> and other places, by them practi&s;ed, and acknowledged to be the ea&s;ie&s;t, exacte&s;t, and &s;wifte&s;t method; the meane&s;t capacity by the help of this Book, with a few hours practice, may attain to a perfection in this Art; by <HI>J. Rich</HI> Author and Teach|er thereof, dwelling in <HI>Swithings-Lane</HI> in <HI>London.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM><PB REF="52">51 Milk for Children; a plain and ea&s;ie Me|thod teaching to read and write, u&s;eful for Schools and Families, by <HI>J. Thomas</HI> D. D.</ITEM>
<ITEM>52. The Painting of the Ancients; the Hi&s;tory of the beginning, progre&s;s, and con&s;ummating of the practi&s;e of that noble Art of Painting; by <HI>F. Junius.</HI></ITEM>
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<HEAD>Excellent and approved Treati&s;es in Phy&s;ick, Chy|rurgery, and other more familiar Experiments in Cookery, Pre&s;erving, &amp;c.</HEAD>
<ITEM>53. <HI>Culpeppers's Semiatica &V;ranica,</HI> his A&s;tro|logical judgement of Di&s;ea&s;es from the decumbi|ture of the &s;ick, much enlarged: the way and man|ner of finding out the cau&s;e, change, and end of the Di&s;ea&s;e; al&s;o whether the &s;ick be likely to live or die, and the time when Recovery or Death is to be expected, according to the judgement of <HI>Hipocra|tes</HI> and <HI>Hermes Tri&s;megi&s;tus;</HI> to which is added Mr. <HI>Culpeppers</HI> cen&s;ure of Urines.</ITEM>
<ITEM>54. <HI>Culpeper</HI>'s la&s;t Legacy, left to his Wife for the publick good, being the choice&s;t and mo&s;t pro|fitable of tho&s;e &s;ecrets in Phy&s;ick and Chyrurgery; which whil&s;t he lived, were lockt up in his brea&s;t, and re&s;olved never to be publi&s;hed till after his death.</ITEM>
<ITEM>55. The <HI>Tork&s;hire</HI> Spaw; or, the vertue and u&s;e of that water in curing of de&s;perate di&s;ea&s;es, with directions and rules nece&s;&s;ary to be con&s;idered by all that repair thither.</ITEM>
<ITEM>56. Mo&s;t approved Medicines and Remedies for
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the di&s;ea&s;es in the body of Man: by <HI>A. Read</HI> Dr. in Phy&s;ick.</ITEM>
<ITEM>57. The Art of Simpling: an introduction to the knowledge of gathering of Plants, wherein the definitions, divi&s;ions, places, de&s;criptions, differen|ces, names, vertues, times of gathering tempra|tures of them are compendiou&s;ly discour&s;ed of: al&s;o a Di&s;covery of the Le&s;&s;er World, by <HI>W. Coles.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>58. <HI>Adam</HI> in Eden, or, Natures Paradi&s;e: the Hi&s;tory of Plants, Herbs, and Flowers, with their &s;everal original names, the places where they grow, their de&s;criptions and kindes, their times of flou|ri&s;hing and decrea&s;ing; as al&s;o their &s;everal &s;igna|tures, anatomical appropriations, and particular phy&s;ical vertues; with nece&s;&s;ary Ob&s;ervations on the Sea&s;ons of planting and gathering of our En|gli&s;h Plants. A Work admirably u&s;eful for Apothe|caries, Chyrurgeons, and other Ingenuous per&s;ons, who may in this Herbal finde compri&s;ed all the En|gli&s;h phy&s;ical &s;imples, that <HI>Gerard</HI> or <HI>Parkin&s;on,</HI> in theis two voluminous Herbals have di&s;cour&s;ed of, even &s;o as to be on emergent occa&s;ions their own Phy&s;icians, the ingredients being to be had in their own fields and gardens; Publi&s;hed for the general good, by <HI>W. Coles,</HI> M. D.</ITEM>
<ITEM>59 The Compleat Midwives practice, in the high and weighty concernments of the body of Man|kinde: or perfect Rules derived from the experien|ces and writings, not onely of our Engli&s;h, but the mo&s;t accompli&s;ht and ab&s;olute practices of the French, Spani&s;h, Italians, and other Nations; &s;o
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fitted for the weake&s;t capacities, that they may in a &s;hort time attain to the knowledge of the whole Art: by Dr. <HI>T. C.</HI> with the advice of others, illu|&s;trated with Copper Figures.</ITEM>
<ITEM>60. The Queens Clo&s;et opened: incomparable Secrets in Phy&s;ick, Chyrurgery, Pre&s;erving, Candy|ing, and Cookery; as they were pre&s;ented to the Queen by the mo&s;t experienced per&s;ons of our times; many whereof were honoured with her own Practice.</ITEM>
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<HEAD>Elegant Treati&s;es in Humanity, Hi&s;tory, Ro|mances, and Poetry.</HEAD>
<ITEM>61. Times Trea&s;ury, or Academy, for the ac|compli&s;hment of the Engli&s;h Gentry in Arguments of Di&s;cour&s;e, Habit, Fa&s;hion, Behaviour &amp;c. all &s;ummed up in Characters of Honour, by <HI>R. Brath|wait</HI> <ABBR>E&s;q</ABBR>.</ITEM>
<ITEM>62. <HI>Oedipus,</HI> or, the Re&s;olver of the &s;ecrets of Love, and other natural Problems, by way of Que|&s;tion and An&s;wer.</ITEM>
<ITEM>63. The Admirable and mo&s;t impartial Hi&s;tory of <HI>New England,</HI> of the fir&s;t plantation there, in the yeart 1628. brought down to the&s;e times: all the material pa&s;&s;ages performed there, exactly related.</ITEM>
<ITEM>64. The tears of the Indians: the Hi&s;tory of the bloody and mo&s;t cruel proceedings of the Spani|ards in the I&s;land of <HI>Hi&s;paniola, Cuba, Jamaica, Mexico, Peru,</HI> and other places of the We&s;t-Indies; in which to the life are di&s;covered the tyrannies of
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the Spaniards, as al&s;o the ju&s;tne&s;s of our War &s;o &s;uc|ce&s;sfully managed again&s;t them.</ITEM>
<ITEM>65. The Illu&s;trious Shepherde&s;s. The Imperious Brother: written originally in Spani&s;h by that in|comparable wit, <HI>Don John Perez de Montalbans;</HI> tran&s;lated at the reque&s;ts of the Marchione&s;s of <HI>Dorche&s;ter,</HI> and the Counte&s;s of <HI>Stafford,</HI> by <HI>E. P.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>66. The Hi&s;tory of the Golden A&s;s, as al&s;o the Loves of <HI>Cupid</HI> and his Mi&s;tre&s;s <HI>P&s;iche:</HI> by <HI>L. A|pulcius</HI> tran&s;lated into Engli&s;h.</ITEM>
<ITEM>67. The Unfortunate Mother: a Tragedy by <HI>T. N.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>68. The Rebellion: a Tragedy by <HI>T. Rawlins.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>69. The Tragedy of <HI>Me&s;&s;alina</HI> the in&s;atiate Ro|man Empre&s;s: by <HI>N. Richards.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>70. The floating I&s;land: a Trage-Comedy, acted before the King, by the Students of Chri&s;ts-Church in <HI>Oxon;</HI> by that renowned wit <HI>W. Strode,</HI> the &s;ongs were &s;et by Mr. <HI>Henry Lawes.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>71. <HI>Harvey</HI>'s Divine Poems, the Hi&s;tory of <HI>Ba|laam,</HI> of <HI>Jonah,</HI> and of St. <HI>John</HI> the Evangeli&s;t.</ITEM>
<ITEM>72. <HI>Fons Lachrymarum,</HI> or, a Fountain of tears; the Lamentaions of the Prophet <HI>Jeremiah</HI> in Ver&s;e, with an Elegy on Sir <HI>Charles Lucas;</HI> by <HI>I. Quarles.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>73. Nocturnal Lucubrations, with other witty Epigrams and Epitaphs; by <HI>R. Chamberlain.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>74. The admirable ingenuous Satyr again&s;t Hy|pocrites.</ITEM>
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<HEAD>Poetical, with &s;everall other accurately iugenuous Treati&s;es, lately Printed.</HEAD>
<ITEM>75. Wits Interpreter, the Engli&s;h Parna&s;&s;us: or a &s;ure Guid to tho&s;e admirable Accompli&s;hments that compleat the Engli&s;h Gentry, in the mo&s;t ac|ceptable Qualifications of Di&s;cour&s;e or Writing. An Art of Logick, accurate Complements, Fancies, Devices, and Experiments, Poems, Poetical Ficti|ons, and <HI>A la mode</HI> Letters: by <HI>J. C,</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>76. Wit and Drollery; with other Jovial Po|ems: by Sir <HI>J. M. M. L. M. S. W. D.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>77. Sportive Wit, the Mu&s;es Merriment; a new Spring of Drollery; Jovial Fancies, &amp;c.</ITEM>
<ITEM>78. The Conveyancer of Light, or, the Com|pleat Clerk, and Scriveners Guide; being an exact draught of all Pre&s;idents and A&s;&s;urances now in u&s;e; as they were penned, and perfected by diver&s;e Learned Judges, Eminent Lawyers, and great Con|veyancers, both Ancient and Modern: whereunto is added a Concordance from King <HI>Richard</HI> the 3. to this pre&s;ent.</ITEM>
<ITEM>79. <HI>Themis Aurea,</HI> The Laws of the Fraternity of the <HI>Ro&s;ie Cro&s;s;</HI> in which, the occult Secrets of their Philo&s;ophical Notions are brought to light: written by <HI>Count Mayerus,</HI> and now Engli&s;ht by <HI>T. H.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>80. The Iron Rod put into the Lord Protectors hand; a Prophetical Treati&s;e.</ITEM>
<ITEM>81. <HI>Medicina Magica tamen Phy&s;ica;</HI> Magical but Natural Phy&s;ick: containing the general Cures
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of Infirmities and Di&s;ea&s;es belonging to the Bo|dies of Men, as al&s;o to other animals and dome&s;tick Creatures, by way of Tran&s;plantion: with a De|&s;cription of the mo&s;t excellent Cordial out of Gold; by <HI>Sam. Boulton</HI> of <HI>Salop.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>82. <HI>J. Tradi&s;can</HI>'s Rareties, publi&s;ht by him&s;elf.</ITEM>
<ITEM>83. The Proceedings of the High Court of Ju|&s;tice again&s;t the late King <HI>Charles,</HI> with his Speech upon the Scaffold, and other Proceedings, <HI>Jan.</HI> 30. 1648.</ITEM>
<ITEM>84. The perfect Cook; a right Method in the Art of Cookery, whether for Pa&s;try, or all other manner of <HI>Al a Mode</HI> Kick-&s;haws; with the mo&s;t refined wayes of dre&s;&s;ing of fle&s;h, fowl, or making of the mo&s;t poinant Sawces, whether after the French, or Engli&s;h manner, together with fifty five wayes of dre&s;&s;ing of Eggs: by <HI>M. M.</HI></ITEM>
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<LIST>
<HEAD>Admirable &V;&s;eful Treati&s;es newly printed.</HEAD>
<ITEM>85. The Expert Doctours Di&s;pen&s;atory: the whole Art of Phy&s;ick re&s;tored to practice: the Apothecaries &s;hop, and Chyrurgeons Clo&s;et open|ed; with a Survey, as al&s;o a correction of mo&s;t Di|&s;pen&s;atories now extant; with a Judicious Cen&s;ure of their defects; and a &s;upply of what they are defi|cient in: together with a learned account of the ver|tues and quantities, and u&s;es of Simples and Com|pounds; with the Symptomes of Di&s;ea&s;es; as al&s;o pre&s;criptions for their &s;everal cures: by that re|nowned <HI>P. Morellus,</HI> Phy&s;ician to the King of <HI>France;</HI> a work for the order, u&s;efulne&s;s, and plain|ne&s;s
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of the Method, not to be parallel'd by any Di&s;|pen&s;atory, in what Language &s;oever.</ITEM>
<ITEM>86. Cabinet of Jewels, Mans Mi&s;ery, Gods Mer|cy, Chri&s;ts Trea&s;ury, &amp;c. in eight Sermons; with an Appendix of the nature of Tythes under the Go|&s;pel; with the expediency of Marriage in publique A&s;&s;emblies, by <HI>J. Crag,</HI> Mini&s;ter of the Go&s;pel.</ITEM>
<ITEM>87. Natures Secrets; or the admirable and won|derful Hi&s;tory of the generation of Meteors; de&s;cri|bing the Temperatures of the Elements, the heights, magnitudes, and influences of Stars; the cau&s;es of Comets, Earthquakes, Deluges, Epidemical Di&s;|ea&s;es, and Prodigies of Precedent times; with pre|&s;ages of the weather: and de&s;criptions of the wea|ther-gla&s;s: by <HI>T. Wilsford.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>88. The My&s;teries of Love and Eloquence; or, the Arts of Wooing and Complementing; as they are managed in the <HI>Spring Garden Hide Park the New Exchange,</HI> and other eminent places. A work, in which are drawn to the life the Deportments of the mo&s;t Accompli&s;ht Per&s;ons; the Mode of their Courtly Entertainments, Treatment of their Ladies at Balls, their accu&s;tomed Sports, Drolls and Fan|cies; the Witchcrafts of their per&s;wa&s;ive Language, in their Approaches, or other more Secret Di&s;|patches, &amp;c. by <HI>E. P.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>89. <HI>Helmont</HI> di&s;gui&s;ed; or, the vulgar errours of impercial and unskilful Practicers of Phy&s;ick con|futed; more e&s;pecially as they concern the Cures of Feavers, the Stone, the Plague, and &s;ome other Di&s;|ea&s;es by way of Dialogue, in which the chief rare|ties of Phy&s;ick are admirably di&s;cour&s;ed of, by <HI>I. T.</HI></ITEM>
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<HEAD>Books very lately Printed, and in the Pre&s;s now printing.</HEAD>
<ITEM>1. THe Scales of Commerce and Trade: by <HI>T. Wilsford.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>2. Geometry demon&s;trated by Lines and Num|bers; from thence, A&s;tronomy, Co&s;mography, and Navigation proved and delineated by the Doctrine of Plain and Spherical Triangles; by <HI>T. Wilsford.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>3. The Engli&s;h Annals, from the Inva&s;ion made by <HI>Julius Ce&s;ar</HI> to the&s;e times: by <HI>T. Wil&s;|ford.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>4. The Fool transformed: A Comedy.</ITEM>
<ITEM>5. The Hi&s;tory of <HI>Lewis</HI> the eleventh King of <HI>France:</HI> a Trage-Comedy.</ITEM>
<ITEM>6. The Cha&s;te woman again&s;t her will; a Co|medy.</ITEM>
<ITEM>7. The Tooth-drawer; a Comedy.</ITEM>
<ITEM>8. Honour in the end: A Comedy.</ITEM>
<ITEM>9. Tell Tale; a Comedy.</ITEM>
<ITEM>10. The Hi&s;tory of <HI>Donquixiot,</HI> or the Knight of the ill-favoured face; a Comedy.</ITEM>
<ITEM><PB REF="56">11. The fair Spani&s;h Captive; a Trage-Co|medy.</ITEM>
<ITEM>12. Sir <HI>Kenelm Digby,</HI> and other per&s;ons of Honour, their rare and incomparable &s;ecrets of Phy&s;ick, Chyrurgery, Cookery, Pre&s;erving, Con|&s;erving, Candying, di&s;tilling of Waters, extraction of Oyls, compounding of the co&s;tlie&s;t Perfumes, with other admirable Inventions, and &s;elect Experi|ments, as they offered them&s;elves to their Ob&s;erva|tions; whether here, or in forreign Countreys.</ITEM>
<ITEM>13. The Soul's Cordial in two Treati&s;es, the fir&s;t teaching how to be ea&s;ed of the guilt of Sin, the &s;e|cond, di&s;covering advantages by Chri&s;ts A&s;cention; by that faithful Labourer in the Lords Vineyard, Mr. <HI>Chri&s;topher Love,</HI> late Par&s;on of <HI>Lawrence Jury:</HI> the third Volume.</ITEM>
<ITEM>14. <HI>Jacobs</HI> Seed, the excellency of &s;eeking God by Prayer; by the late reverend Divine, <HI>J. Burroughs.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>15. The Saints Tomb-&s;tone; or, the Remains of the ble&s;&s;ed. A plain Narrative of &s;ome remark|able Pa&s;&s;ages, in the holy Life, and happy Death of Mi&s;tre&s;s <HI>Dorothy Shaw,</HI> Wife of Mr. <HI>John Shaw,</HI> Preacher of the Go&s;pel at <HI>King&s;ton</HI> upon <HI>Hull,</HI> col|lected by her deare&s;t Friends, e&s;pecially for her &s;or|rowful Husband and &s;ix Daughters con&s;olation and invitation.</ITEM>
<ITEM>16. The accompli&s;ht Cook, the my&s;tery of the whole Art of Cookery, revealed in a more ea&s;ie and perfect method, then hath been publi&s;ht in any Language: expert and ready wayes for the dre&s;&s;ing
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of fle&s;h, fowl and fi&s;h, the rai&s;ing of Pa&s;tes, the be&s;t directions for all manner of Kick-&s;haws, and the mo&s;t poinant Sauces, with the terms of Carving and Sewing: the Bills of fare, an exact account of all di&s;hes for the &s;ea&s;on, with other <HI>Al a mode</HI> curio|&s;ities, together with the lively illu&s;trations of &s;uch nece&s;&s;ary figures, as are referred to practice: appro|ved by the many years experience, and careful indu|&s;try of <HI>Robert May,</HI> in the time of his attendance on &s;everal per&s;ons of honour.</ITEM>
<ITEM>17. The exqui&s;ite Letters of Mr. <HI>Robert Loveday,</HI> the late admired Tran&s;later of the Volumes of the famed Romance Cleopatra, for the perpetuating his Memory, Publi&s;hed by his dear Brother Mr. <HI>A. L.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>18. The &s;o long expected Work, the <HI>New World</HI> of <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> Words, or, a general <HI>Dictionary,</HI> con|taining the Terms, Etymologies, Definitions, and perfect Interpretations of the proper &s;ignifications of hard <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> words throughout the Arts and Sci|ences, Liberal, or Mechanick; as al&s;o other &s;ubjects that are u&s;eful, or appertain to the Languge of our Nation; to which is added the &s;ignification of Pro|per Names, Mythology, and Poetical Fictions, Hi|&s;torical Relations, Geographical De&s;criptions of the Countreys, and Cities of the World; e&s;pecially of the&s;e three Nations, wherein their chiefe&s;t Anti|quities, Battles, and other mo&s;t memorable Pa&s;&s;a|ges are mentioned: A Work very nece&s;&s;ary for Strangers, as well as our own Countrey-men, for all per&s;ons that would rightly under&s;tand what
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they di&s;cour&s;e, write or read. Collected an publi&s;h|ed by <HI>E. P.</HI> for the greater honour of tho&s;e learn|ed Gentlemen and Arti&s;ts that have been a&s;&s;i&s;tant in the mo&s;t Practical Sciences, their Names are pre|fixed before the Book.</ITEM>
<ITEM>19. The &s;o much de&s;ired, and deeply learned Comentary, on P&s;alm the fifteenth, by that Reve|rend and Eminent Divine Mr. <HI>Chri&s;topher Cart|wright,</HI> Mini&s;ter of the Go&s;pel in <HI>York</HI> to which is prefixed a brief account to the Authours life, and of his Work, by <HI>R. Bolton.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>20. The way to bli&s;s, in three Books, being a learned Treati&s;e of the Philo&s;ophers Stone, made publique by <HI>Elias A&s;hmole</HI> <ABBR>E&s;q</ABBR>.</ITEM>
<ITEM>21. Wit re&s;tored in &s;everal Select Poems, not formerly publi&s;ht by Sir <HI>John Mennis,</HI> Mr. <HI>Smith</HI> and others.</ITEM>
<ITEM>22. The Judges charge, delivered in a Sermon before Mr. <HI>Ju&s;tice Hall,</HI> and Mr. <HI>Sergeant Crook</HI> Judges of the A&s;&s;ize, at St. <HI>Mary Overies</HI> in <HI>South|wark</HI> by <HI>R. Purre M. A.</HI> Pa&s;tor of <HI>Camerwel,</HI> in the County of <HI>Surrey;</HI> a Sermon worthy of the per|u&s;al of all &s;uch per&s;ons, as endeavour to be hone&s;t and ju&s;t Practitioners in the Law.</ITEM>
<ITEM>23. The Modern A&s;&s;urancer, the Clerks Dire|ctory, containing the Practick Part of the Law, in the exact Forms and Draughts of all manner of Pre&s;idents for Bargains, and Sales, Grants, Feoffe|ments, Bonds, Bills, Conditions, Covenants, Join|tures, Indentures; to lead the u&s;e of Fines and Re|coveries, with good Provi&s;o's, and Covenants to
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&s;tand &s;eized, Charter parties for Ships, Lea&s;es, Re|lea&s;es, Surrendets, &amp;c. And all other In&s;truments and A&s;&s;urances now in u&s;e, intended for all young Students and Practicers of the Law, by <HI>John Hern.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>24. <HI>Moor's</HI> Arithmatick, the &s;econd Edition much refined and diligently cleared from the for|mer Mi&s;takes of the Pre&s;s. A Work containing the whole Art of Arithmetick, as well in Numbers, as Species. Together with many Additions by the Author, to come forth at <HI>Machaelmas</HI> Term.</ITEM>
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<P>Likewi&s;e,</P>
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<ITEM>25. <HI>Exercitatio Elleiptica Nova,</HI> or a new Ma|thematicall Contemplation on the Oval Figure, called an Elleip&s;is; together with the two fir&s;t Books of <HI>Mydorgius</HI> his Conicks Analiz'd, and made &s;o plain, that the Doctrine of Conical Secti|ons may be ea&s;ily under&s;tood, a Work much de&s;i|red, and never before publi&s;ht in the Engli&s;h Tongue; by <HI>Jonas Moor,</HI> Surveyor General of the great Level of the <HI>Fennes.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>26. The Joyes of Heaven, the Saints &s;upport in Gods Promi&s;es on Earth, Chri&s;ts Sermons on the Beatitudes. An Expo&s;ition of the fifth Chapter of St. <HI>Matthew,</HI> delivered in &s;everal Sermons by Mr. <HI>Jeremiah Burroughs,</HI> the la&s;t Sermons he preacht a little before his Death, at St. Giles Cripple-gate, <HI>London.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>27. Naps upon Parna&s;&s;us. A &s;leepy Mu&s;e nipt and pincht, though not awakened. Such voluntary and Jovial Copies of Ver&s;es as were lately receiv'd from &s;ome of the WITS of the Univer&s;ities, in a
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Frolick; dedicated to <HI>Gondibert</HI>'s Mi&s;tre&s;s, by Ca|ptain <HI>Jones</HI> and others. Whereunto is added for Demon&s;tration of the Authors pro&s;aick Excellen|cy's, his Epi&s;tle to one of the Univer&s;ities, with the An&s;wer; together with two Satyrical Characters of his own, of a Temporizer, and an Antiquary, with Marginal Notes by a Friend to the Reader.</ITEM>
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