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<P>VVil: Bagnal's Gho&s;t.</P>
<P>Or the MERRY DEVILL Of <HI>GADMVNTON.</HI></P>
<P>In his perambulation of the Pri&s;ons of <HI>LONDON.</HI></P>
<P>By E. GAYTON, <HI>E&s;q;.</HI></P>
<P>LONDON, <HI>Printed by</HI> W. Wil&s;on, <HI>for</HI> Thomas John&s;on <HI>at the</HI> Golden-Key <HI>in St.</HI> Pauls Church-yard.
1655.</P>
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<DIV1 TYPE="dedication">
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<HEAD>TO HIS WORTHY FRIEND Mr. <HI>GIFFORD,</HI> The Meriting Ma&s;ter of the Counter in the <HI>Poultry.</HI></HEAD>
<OPENER><SALUTE>Worthy Sir,</SALUTE></OPENER>
<P>(_VNto whom being gone from you I am &s;till a Pri&s;oner, and obliged in gratefull bands:) Suffer I pray si this e&s;caped Bird out of your Cage (for <HI>there</HI> it was hatched and fledg'd) to returne (like a <HI>Robin</HI> in the Winter) to warme it &s;elfe, at your hou&s;e, that is, to have the Protection of your Ac|ceptance.
I know the Proverb will bite me, and &s;ay I am an ill Bird (for defiling or 
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rather publi&s;hing &s;ome undecencies of my late ne&s;t,) it is not Sir, with any intention to increa&s;e the dung, but clen&s;e the Augean Stable wherein your <HI>Herculean</HI> hands have labour'd, and daily doe, to the very great applau&s;e even of tho&s;e who are not o|therwi&s;e &s;o well plea&s;ed with their Capti|vity.
Nothing herein reflects upon any one per&s;onally, and not in the lea&s;t thought upon your &s;elfe; The pa&s;&s;ages are true, the mirth innocent, the Author is as hee &s;hall al|waies acknowledge him&s;elfe to be Sir,</P>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>Your gratefull Servant E. G.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
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<HEAD>Counter-VVork.</HEAD>
<L>_NO more (will <HI>Bagnall</HI>) let thy tale</L>
<L>Be read, of blades, who in their Ale,</L>
<L>Did &s;pew, and fight, and &s;hite, and &s;tale,</L>
<L>Ith' &s;cuffle.</L>
<L>Whether in <HI>Wood-&s;treet</HI> it befell,</L>
<L>Or in the <HI>Poultry,</HI> or in <HI>Hell,</HI></L>
<L>The places are alike, and &s;mell,</L>
<L>oth' ruffle.</L>
<L>It was our chance to be in one,</L>
<L>Wherein I wrote thy name in &s;tone,</L>
<L>It is the monument alone</L>
<L>There Written.</L>
<L>And &s;tands upon the two penny &s;ide,</L>
<L>One paire of &s;taires, 'bove them that 'bide</L>
<L>Ith' <HI>hole;</HI> by which a place is &s;pied</L>
<L>To &s;hite in.</L>
<L>Now (<HI>Will</HI>) thy name, and &s;o thy <HI>ver&s;e,</HI></L>
<L>De&s;erves not to make <HI>Bumpkins</HI> ter&s;e,</L>
<L>Although of Paper there is &s;carce.</L>
<L>(For clen&s;ing.)</L>
<L><PB N="2" REF="4">
Yet as they did on Toppe of <HI>Pauls,</HI></L>
<L>In thou&s;and leaden &s;crible &s;crowles,</L>
<L>I mu&s;t be writing like tho&s;e Owles</L>
<L>Non-&s;en&s;e-In.</L>
<L>And having nothing in that place</L>
<L>Of Witt, &s;napt up (by a<NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">One W. Serjeant at Wood&s;treet.</NOTE> hard face</L>
<L>Had little &s;ilver but his Mace,)</L>
<L>'Twas<HI> Copper.</HI></L>
<L>Toth' very end of his red no&s;e,</L>
<L>I did my &s;elfe in thee repo&s;e,</L>
<L>And &s;pent my time in ver&s;e and pro&s;e</L>
<L>Mo&s;t proper.</L>
<L>But who &s;hall ever finde a night</L>
<L>Like thine for Tipple, and for fight?</L>
<L>Or who &s;hall ever, &s;o well write,</L>
<L>Or fancy?</L>
<L>When will Concenter &s;uch a crew?</L>
<L>Of<HI> Captaine, Par&s;on, </HI>and of<HI> Lu&mdash;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Ellis,</HI> and <HI>Lockwood</HI> that back flew</L>
<L>White Tan&s;ey.</L>
<L>No men will &s;o re&s;olved meet,</L>
<L>To lo&s;e their own to make thy feet</L>
<L>Famous through <HI>London</HI> and <HI>Fleet&s;treet</HI></L>
<L>And upward.s</L>
<L>Beyond the <HI>Devill,</HI> or the place</L>
<L>Where once the Salutation was,</L>
<L>And (now in <HI>Salts</HI>) old <HI>Charing-Cro&s;&s;e</HI></L>
<L>On Cupp-boards.</L>
<L>Where &s;uch a <HI>Lawyer</HI> as dur&s;t &s;peake</L>
<L>Both<HI> broken Latin, French </HI>or<HI> Greeke)</HI></L>
<L>And thought him&s;elfe in Law not weake,</L>
<L>To<HI> Ellis.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Ellis</HI> for Armes and fi&s;ticuffs</L>
<L>Beyond our <HI>Hectors,</HI> or the <HI>Buffs</HI></L>
<L>That vapour in their Ale at <HI>Huff's</HI></L>
<L>And tell lyes.</L>
<L><PB N="3" REF="4">
Where &s;hall we finde &s;uch men or meat,</L>
<L>Which did them&s;elves, and food defeat,</L>
<L>And yet had &s;tomacks left to eat</L>
<L>The fragments?</L>
<L>Which to a wonder did abound</L>
<L>The pots and di&s;hes too run roun</L>
<L>And men in <HI>meat,</HI> and <HI>drinke</HI> were found,</L>
<L>It augments</L>
<L>The Bill of fare of the whole Fea&s;t,</L>
<L>Forbeards, and butter were then dre&s;t,</L>
<L><HI>Mu&s;tard</HI> and <HI>bands</HI> which in earne&s;t</L>
<L>Are licked.</L>
<L>Two are at dinner with a face,</L>
<L>Hidd in thick <HI>Ling</HI> and wry mouth <HI>Plai&s;e,</HI></L>
<L>Which they without all feare and grace</L>
<L>Had kicked.</L>
<L>When that I fortun'd to come in,<NOTE PLACE="marg">Septemb. 22. 1655.</NOTE></L>
<L>Nothing was on the merry pin,</L>
<L>The <HI>Hole</HI> was like&s;t to begin</L>
<L>The frolique.</L>
<L>But &s;uch a di&s;mall night, as that</L>
<L>Without one <HI>Mou&s;e,</HI> and but one <HI>Ratt,</HI></L>
<L>Made all as glumme, as any <HI>Catt</HI></L>
<L>With colick.</L>
<L>Nor &s;hall our fancy here &s;upply,</L>
<L>VVhere matter doth it &s;elfe Deny,</L>
<L>VVe will with what we finde comply,</L>
<L>And write on</L>
<L>The Subjects as they loo&s;ely fell,<NOTE PLACE="marg">The Hole.</NOTE></L>
<L>And fir&s;t of him, that from the Cell</L>
<L>Did through the yard (O foule to tell!)</L>
<L>So &s;h<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter"> on.</L>
<L>That from the <HI>hole</HI> toth' <HI>two penny ward,</HI></L>
<L>He had bedighted all the yard,</L>
<L>And tho&s;e that came ith darke were mar'd</L>
<L>In<HI> Plai&s;ter.</HI></L>
<L><PB N="4" REF="5">
But not of <HI>Paris,</HI> unle&s;&s;e that</L>
<L>Of the <HI>Beares</HI> homely <HI>Garden</HI> Platt,</L>
<L>But &s;traight complaints were brought of that</L>
<L>Toth' Ma&s;ter.</L>
<L>For all the VVards from <HI>two</HI> to <HI>&s;ixe,</HI></L>
<L>In Engli&s;h morter fowly &s;ticks,<NOTE PLACE="marg">A poore crazed pri|&s;oner.</NOTE></L>
<L>The&s;e were old <HI>Braziers</HI> filthy tricks,</L>
<L>VVho thinking,</L>
<L>To &s;et their feet at liberty,</L>
<L>(For up all heeles full &s;wift did fly)</L>
<L>Left all his &s;quitterd company,</L>
<L>Mo&s;t &s;tinking.</L>
<L>The <HI>Ma&s;ter</HI> as his place requir'd,</L>
<L>The rea&s;on of the fault de&s;ir'd,</L>
<L>(For he &s;aw all his gue&s;ts bemir'd.)</L>
<L>They &s;nifted,</L>
<L>And gave the An&s;wer through the no&s;e,</L>
<L>VVhich made him &s;traight the man &s;uppo&s;e,</L>
<L>E&s;pecially when <HI>One</HI> his clothes</L>
<L>Up lifted.</L>
<L>O villain <HI>Bra&s;ier</HI> (&s;aid the Ma&s;ter,)</L>
<L>Art thou fowle cau&s;e of this di&s;a&s;ter?</L>
<L>That no man can his foot &s;et fa&s;t-here,</L>
<L>But &s;lideth</L>
<L>As if the &s;tones were all of Ice,</L>
<L>And all this from a na&s;ty &s;lice-</L>
<L>Ile mew you (&s;irrah) for this vice,</L>
<L>So 'biddeth</L>
<L>Loo&s;e <HI>Bra&s;ier</HI> fa&s;t, and in the &s;tocks,</L>
<L>Repents with both leggs under locks,</L>
<L>But his foul'd friends with <HI>wipes</HI> and <HI>mockes</HI></L>
<L>Do fit him.</L>
<L>For they the na&s;ty foole did jeere,</L>
<L>And on him doe their Breeches cleare,</L>
<L>As he doth &s;it ith' wofull chaire,</L>
<L>All &s;hitten.</L>
<L><PB N="5" REF="5">
Bra&s;ier him&s;elfe thus painted &s;eeing,</L>
<L>Not able to endure his beeing</L>
<L>(And finding well there was no flying,)</L>
<L>The fellow</L>
<L>Shooke off the &s;tuffe, and wide it threw,</L>
<L>And well di&s;per&s;t it 'mong&s;t the crew;</L>
<L>For he did ding it, white and blew</L>
<L>And yellow.</L>
<L>So did Sir <HI>Simius,</HI><NOTE N="&Verbar;" PLACE="marg">A Jack an Apes.</NOTE> when he</L>
<L>Had laid him&s;elfe full craftily,</L>
<L>(For Apes are full of Policy)</L>
<L>Ith' clo&s;e-&s;toole.</L>
<L>In the new minted clo&s;e-&s;toole-pan,</L>
<L>VVhere that her <HI>Ladi&s;hip</HI> and <HI>Nan</HI></L>
<L>Her waiting Maid did now and than</L>
<L>There <HI>os</HI>-coole.</L>
<L>But while that he in knavery</L>
<L>Lay in the &s;toole, full ha&s;tily</L>
<L>Came <HI>Nanny</HI> to her privacy</L>
<L>And &s;liced</L>
<L>So &s;wiftly on Sir <HI>Simius,</HI></L>
<L>All his new coat was pickled thus,</L>
<L>In &s;tuffe they call <HI>Merd-urinus,</HI></L>
<L>Which hoy&s;ed</L>
<L>Sir <HI>Simius</HI> to &s;uch a mount,</L>
<L>He leapt from out the na&s;ty Fount,</L>
<L>And cald <HI>Nann's</HI> monky to account</L>
<L>For Da&s;hing</L>
<L>His very fine coate and filthy Face,</L>
<L><HI>Nanny</HI> affrighted left the place</L>
<L>And ran where that her Si&s;ter was</L>
<L>A wa&s;hing.</L>
<L>But <HI>Sim</HI> (like <HI>Bra&s;ier</HI>) afore &s;aid</L>
<L>His &s;hitten pranks <HI>vbique</HI> plaid,</L>
<L>And fowld him&s;elfe, fowle others made,</L>
<L>He tripped,</L>
<L><PB N="6" REF="6">
Bedabled &s;o into the hall,</L>
<L>VVhere gallants were a playing all</L>
<L>At dice and cards, the bea&s;tly &s;quall,</L>
<L>All &s;ipid,</L>
<L>Dances in's livery o're the boards,</L>
<L>(And made fowle play, but yet no words)</L>
<L>The gallants all in <HI>Nannyes</HI> curds</L>
<L>VVere painted.</L>
<L>Had Jack A long tayld Monkey been,</L>
<L>H' had drawn it all along each chinn,</L>
<L>For want of that, things were but thinn,</L>
<L>It &s;canted.</L>
<L>So that the fewer were the &s;taines,</L>
<L>Yet tho&s;e &s;poyld all the Ladies traines,</L>
<L>And to the <HI>Butler</HI> went the gaines</L>
<L>Oth' Table.</L>
<L>VVhich were full great, for left behind</L>
<L>VVere Counters rich of every kind,</L>
<L>Which made the Butlers not much minde</L>
<L>The<HI> Dable.</HI></L>
<L>But went away with Snift up &s;nout,</L>
<L>And ca&s;t this pritty <HI>Proverb</HI> out,</L>
<L><HI>Money is &s;weet, in &s;hitten clout,</HI></L>
<L>And thanked</L>
<L>The Gentlemen for their large vailes,</L>
<L>And for the &s;hattering of the tayles</L>
<L>Of <HI>Jack</HI> and <HI>Nan,</HI> and wip'd his nailes</L>
<L>In's blancket.</L>
<L>Now though the fir&s;t <HI>Scene</HI> of our <HI>Story</HI></L>
<L>Is in fowle paper brought before ye,</L>
<L>(For which old <HI>Bra&s;ier</HI> now is &s;orry.)</L>
<L>A cleaner,</L>
<L>And neater tale, &s;hall next en&s;ue,</L>
<L>(Which will perfume the &s;prinkled crew)</L>
<L>And doth hold forth a man of new</L>
<L>Demeanor.</L>
<L><PB N="7" REF="6">
One was too gro&s;&s;e, and this too nice,</L>
<L>This &s;ware the Pri&s;on &s;melt of <HI>lice,</HI></L>
<L>Of <HI>urine,</HI> and of <HI>&s;eige</HI> and <HI>mioe</HI></L>
<L>And<HI> rats-turds.</HI></L>
<L>The Man was not &s;o much ith' wrong,</L>
<L>(Twas true he &s;aid,) but for his Tongue,</L>
<L>Not one among&s;t the' inthralled throng</L>
<L>A hatt &s;tird.</L>
<L>Us'd to tho&s;e Aires, and not to his</L>
<L>They mi&s;led at his vanities,</L>
<L>And damne <HI>Ro&s;e water,</HI> under <HI>pi&s;&s;e,</HI></L>
<L>And vouched</L>
<L><HI>Tantaublint</HI> Fumes, and tho&s;e of <HI>Dungus,</HI></L>
<L>(Which are for ever &s;melt among us)</L>
<L>With <HI>Celler</HI> &s;tinks&punc; and tho&s;e oth' <HI>long-hou&s;e</HI></L>
<L>Nere crouched,</L>
<L>Nor ever &s;hould to <HI>Benjamin</HI></L>
<L>Or <HI>Storax,</HI> or to Pouder thinne</L>
<L>Which cock&s;combes on their haire blow in</L>
<L>With puffins:</L>
<L>With which they doe all floore their capes,</L>
<L>And looke like mealed <HI>Shack an Apes,</HI></L>
<L>All which their Ladyes (oft Time &s;hapes)</L>
<L>Doe &s;nuffe in.</L>
<L>Not in th'<HI> Exchange, </HI>nor<HI> grand-le Martin,</HI></L>
<L>(Wherein nor <HI>Major,</HI> nor yet comes cart in)</L>
<L>Affords &s;uch whol&s;ome &s;mells and certain,</L>
<L>As Play now</L>
<L>About our no&s;es (Sir <HI>Milke &s;oppe,</HI>)</L>
<L>So chucks the fellow under chopp&punc;)</L>
<L>And &s;traight one letts from his foule &s;hoppe</L>
<L><HI>Hary cane.</HI></L>
<L>That is, a con&s;tant winde that playes,</L>
<L>From lower <HI>Ano,</HI> nights and dayes,</L>
<L>And never in one quarter &s;tayes,</L>
<L>But ranges</L>
<L><PB N="8" REF="7">
From coa&s;t to coa&s;t, from &s;ide to &s;ide,</L>
<L>And the whole compa&s;&s;e through had tryde,</L>
<L>And No&s;e nore-ea&s;t, nore-we&s;t doth ride</L>
<L>In's Changes.</L>
<L>So compa&s;s'd every &s;nout, untill</L>
<L>Tunnells and No&s;trills had their fill;<NOTE PLACE="marg">One belong|ing to the Law.</NOTE></L>
<L>And my &s;pruce <HI>Clerke</HI> too (will he nill)</L>
<L>Had's &s;hare on't.</L>
<L>Which made him reach and &s;pit &s;o fa&s;t,</L>
<L>(That all his &s;tomack ran at wa&s;t)</L>
<L>And tho&s;e that were about him plac'd,</L>
<L>Did &s;tare on't.</L>
<L>But knowing he belong'd to the <HI>Law,</HI></L>
<L>They dur&s;t not quarrell with his <HI>maw,</HI></L>
<L>For feare of querks, or &s;ome new Flaw</L>
<L>Or quillets.</L>
<L>The clerke did utter all his mind,</L>
<L>(But not a word let fall behind)</L>
<L>Though nought in's belly was but wind,</L>
<L>To Fill it.</L>
<L>Which made him move unto his chamber,</L>
<L>Not now &s;o &s;trong of's muske, and amber)</L>
<L>And up <HI>three &s;tories</HI> he did clamber</L>
<L>To a lodging:</L>
<L>Which when he &s;aw, in &s;corne he cry'd,</L>
<L>Go bring me to the <HI>Ma&s;ters &s;ide,</HI></L>
<L>Tis not a place for to be tide</L>
<L>A dogge in</L>
<L><HI>Blany</HI> the Steward &s;aid he mu&s;t</L>
<L>Lye there, or in the <HI>hole</HI> ith' du&s;t,</L>
<L>For all the hou&s;e that night was thru&s;t</L>
<L>So Fully,</L>
<L>That he did verily pre&s;ume,</L>
<L>There was no place nor empty roome,</L>
<L>But what he made, &s;ince in he come,</L>
<L>In's gully.</L>
<L><PB N="9" REF="7">
The huffy puffy Stewards words,</L>
<L>Were to our Clerke like any &s;words,</L>
<L>He &s;igh'd and &s;aid the Lane affords</L>
<L>(Calld Fetter)</L>
<L>Both better &s;heets and braver beds,</L>
<L>And pottage for our Totty-heads:</L>
<L>Where dine for three pence the Law reds,</L>
<L>Farre better.</L>
<L>Then did he think to walke all night,</L>
<L>(But Candles are a precious light)</L>
<L>A penny two, with which you might</L>
<L>See nothing</L>
<L>Of Stooles or Formes, but cobwebs thick</L>
<L>Which were both Canopy, and Ticke:</L>
<L>But to &s;ave charges he was quick</L>
<L>Uncloathing.</L>
<L>And there he lay all night, and &s;hooke,</L>
<L>(As if next Terme had been mi&s;tooke,)</L>
<L>And untill Candlema&s;&s;e mu&s;t looke</L>
<L>For incombes.</L>
<L>Then mumbling &s;omewhat in his bed</L>
<L>He &s;oftly &s;aid, no more (poore <HI>Ned</HI>)</L>
<L>Doe &s;o againe, this is the thred</L>
<L>From &s;inne comes.</L>
<L>Ply thine owne bu&s;ine&s;&s;e <HI>Ned,</HI> nor lett</L>
<L>Or <HI>Shoo<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">,</HI> or <HI>Fetter</HI> lane, more gett</L>
<L>Or <HI>Rutting Alley,</HI> what we &s;wett</L>
<L>At no&s;e for.</L>
<L>In writing <HI>Brevlates</HI> in fro&s;t nights</L>
<L>By Dwindling twinkling &s;mall ru&s;h lights,</L>
<L>And feare no Devills, nor no Sprights</L>
<L>That goes for</L>
<L>The <HI>Fenchers</HI> not for <HI>us,</HI> unle&s;&s;e</L>
<L>We &s;pend our halfe crownes on browne <HI>Be&s;&s;e,</HI></L>
<L>Which is the cau&s;e I doe profe&s;&s;e</L>
<L>Mo&s;t ju&s;tly.</L>
<L><PB N="10" REF="8">
I am thus meane impri&s;oned,</L>
<L>And 'cau&s;e I late &s;o highly fed,</L>
<L>In &s;uch a helli&s;h na&s;ty bed</L>
<L>I mu&s;t lie.</L>
<L>And drink my drinke, as in &s;ome places,</L>
<L>They eat their porridge, with their faces;</L>
<L>(For here's no cupps, nor canns, nor gla&s;&s;es)</L>
<L>And liquor</L>
<L>If that you tooke it from the &s;hoare,</L>
<L>Where men doe pi&s;&s;e, and &s;omewhat more,</L>
<L>It cannot be (I will be &s;wore)</L>
<L>Much thicker.</L>
<L>O hard misfortune of ju&s;t fate!</L>
<L>O<HI> Oxford John's </HI>O<HI> Oxford Kates!</HI></L>
<L>Would I were now at any Rates,</L>
<L>A licking-</L>
<L>The di&s;hes, where I, and my <HI>Trollups,</HI></L>
<L>Did u&s;e to fea&s;t it in <HI>Scotch Collups,</HI></L>
<L>Which I la&s;t night did vomit all up,</L>
<L>None &s;ticking-</L>
<L>(Not by the way) &s;o that the relli&s;h</L>
<L>Of all your di&s;hes rare embelli&s;h</L>
<L>Is chang'd to mauki&s;h ta&s;t and helli&s;h:</L>
<L>I am choaked</L>
<L>With ba&s;e <HI>Tobacco</HI> &s;tinks, and <HI>Salt</HI></L>
<L>That lookes as black as &s;ootie Mault,</L>
<L>With every thing I find ju&s;t fault,</L>
<L>(Provoked.)</L>
<L>And now I mu&s;t to Sermon too;<NOTE PLACE="marg">Sunday mor|ning. 23. Sep|tember.</NOTE></L>
<L>Which I mu&s;t hear, for I can't doe</L>
<L>To pa&s;&s;e the time (while hee's i'th pew)</L>
<L>As others.</L>
<L>Who both in <HI>Hopkins,</HI> and <HI>King</HI>-P&s;almes,</L>
<L>Have never any Con&s;cience qualmes&punc;</L>
<L>But have their Pots and pipes in Palmes</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">nd Smother.</L>
<L><PB N="11" REF="8">
What ever hone&s;t <HI>Harry</HI> read,<NOTE PLACE="marg">Your Pa&s;tor for that day.</NOTE></L>
<L>(For he his <HI>Reading</HI> &s;hew'd indeed)</L>
<L>And to the walls indoctrined</L>
<L>Profoundly.</L>
<L>And for his Auditors did looke</L>
<L>About the hou&s;e (and then on's booke)</L>
<L>But they their &s;moake, no Preachment tooke,</L>
<L>Mo&s;t &s;oundly.</L>
<L>Only the Raven,<NOTE PLACE="marg">A tame Ra|ven in the Pri&s;on.</NOTE> they call <HI>Ralph,</HI></L>
<L>Sat under Pulpitt, t' made me laugh</L>
<L>To &s;ee the Sermon-taking-chaugh</L>
<L>So pious.</L>
<L>But <HI>Ralph</HI> it &s;eemes was once complain'd</L>
<L>Of, that the Sabbath he profan'd,</L>
<L>And was by <HI>Harry's</HI> meanes ordain'd</L>
<L>Toth' dry <HI>hou&s;e.</HI><NOTE PLACE="marg">The Hole.</NOTE></L>
<L>And why not Ravens to the <HI>hole,</HI></L>
<L>Their filthy cawing to condole,</L>
<L>(Though Birds we know, have nere a Soule)</L>
<L>The Civill</L>
<L>Law doth permitt tran&s;gre&s;&s;ing Birds</L>
<L>As well as Wefts, and &s;trayes oth' herds,</L>
<L>May be impounded afterwards</L>
<L>For th' evill.</L>
<L>'Tis on record a <HI>Country Widgeon</HI></L>
<L>In law contending with a rich one,<NOTE PLACE="marg">Ploddells ca&s;e.</NOTE></L>
<L>Without <HI>Replevy</HI> kept his Pigeons</L>
<L>(For eating)</L>
<L>His graine from off the common field</L>
<L>Ith pound, (nor were the pigeons &s;eil'd)</L>
<L>And made the owner to him yeeld,</L>
<L>By treating.</L>
<L>The Raven, the afore&s;aid <HI>Ralph,</HI></L>
<L>Of all the Pri&s;on is mo&s;t &s;afe,</L>
<L>For meat and drink he never payeth</L>
<L>One farthing.</L>
<L><PB N="12" REF="9">
And can without (good <HI>Robin</HI>) goe</L>
<L>Unto the <HI>Ro&s;e,</HI><NOTE PLACE="marg">A waiter for that purpo&s;e.</NOTE> and to and fro,</L>
<L>Which for the re&s;t, I tell you &s;o,</L>
<L>S' a hard thing.</L>
<L>But there is <HI>Jack</HI> the <HI>boy,</HI><NOTE PLACE="marg">The Celler Boy.</NOTE> more raving,</L>
<L>Then <HI>Ralph</HI> unfed, and alwaies craving,</L>
<L>Or el&s;e no quietne&s;&s;e you have in</L>
<L>The Pri&s;on.</L>
<L><HI>Who payes,</HI> is all h'has learned yet</L>
<L>And how to carry, and to fett,</L>
<L>And on your money fir&s;t to &s;ett</L>
<L>His eyes on.</L>
<L>But <HI>Jack</HI> and <HI>Ralph</HI> differ in notes,</L>
<L><HI>Jack</HI> has' the &s;weeter, (though <HI>&s;harpe</HI> notes)</L>
<L>For he does &s;ing away our groates</L>
<L>All day long:</L>
<L>And <HI>Ralph</HI> is taught to cry <HI>Score, Score,</HI></L>
<L>(But never <HI>Ralph</HI> &s;aid any more)</L>
<L>Nor <HI>Dunns</HI> us at out chamber doore</L>
<L>For fayling.</L>
<L>Touch pott touch penny, &s;o that I</L>
<L>Had rather heare the Raven cry,</L>
<L>Then <HI>Jack</HI> &s;hould &s;ing &s;o &s;orrily,</L>
<L>It grateth</L>
<L>To pay ones money, 'fore we drink,</L>
<L>And draw (as &s;oone drawne as our chinck,)</L>
<L>My &s;oule abhorrs it, and I think</L>
<L>It hateth.</L>
<L>But patience (my friends) perforce,</L>
<L>Pray heaven it be not yet farre wor&s;e!</L>
<L>And <HI>Jack</HI> and <HI>Ralph</HI> the le&s;&s;er cur&s;e</L>
<L>Be counted.</L>
<L>Unle&s;&s;e his <HI>Highne&s;&s;e</HI> plea&s;e by's power<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter"></L>
<L>To open yet the Pri&s;on doores,</L>
<L>And let us pay our Creditors,</L>
<L>Once mounted.</L>
<L><PB N="13" REF="9">
Set us but free, and try if we</L>
<L>Shall not doe more at liberty</L>
<L>Both for our Country, and for <HI>Thee</HI></L>
<L><HI>Redeeming;</HI></L>
<L>Then if in Soot, and Smoake, and damps,</L>
<L>Eate up with lice, &s;hrivell'd with cramps,</L>
<L>For want of common Aire, and vamps,</L>
<L>Dead &s;eeming.</L>
<L>Bring but one &s;moaky Regiment,</L>
<L>From <HI>Wood&s;treet</HI> and the <HI>Poultry</HI> tents,</L>
<L>Let them be to <HI>Jamacha</HI> &s;ent</L>
<L>And try it,</L>
<L>If a <HI>Mulatto,</HI> or a <HI>blacke,</HI></L>
<L>Or Devill him&s;elfe do fright them back</L>
<L>If once (they <HI>Mexico</HI> will <HI>Sack</HI>)</L>
<L>Come nigh it.</L>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<DIV2 TYPE="introduction">
<PB N="14" REF="10">
<HEAD>Digni&s;&s;imo <HI>Armigero,</HI> pluribus (qu&agrave;m &s;uo, &amp; tamen &s;uo) nominibus, Colendo; <HI>Ephae&s;tioni</HI> fidi&s;&s;imo, <HI>Compatri Secundo: Cruribus</HI> apud <HI>Meridionalem</HI> Fo&s;&s;am habitanti, tum <HI>Salutem,</HI> tum <HI>Libertatem. Op. Vov.</HI></HEAD>
<OPENER><SALUTE>Honored Sir,</SALUTE></OPENER>
<P>BY more <HI>Titles</HI> then tho&s;e in the <HI>Front</HI> known and e&s;teemed, this <HI>South-Work</HI> of your <HI>Operator</HI> in all the points of the Compa&s;&s;e, de&s;ires to be in all gratitudes pre&s;ented to your large and noble hands. It was made in a <HI>Cyclops</HI> &s;hop for noi&s;e, in a <HI>Fair</HI> for variety of tran&s;ient Objects, in a <HI>Cloi&s;ter</HI> for re&s;traint. This (Sir)
may come abroad at a cheaper rate, then his Ma&s;ter (being <HI>Terme</HI>-time) yet it de&s;ires you to make a <HI>Vacation</HI> for it (<HI>durante Termino</HI>) I have &s;til'd the <HI>Poem Eurydice.</HI> I dare not warrant the Mu&s;ick <HI>Orphean:</HI> It had been pen'd higher, but that you know it is agreeable with our place.</P>
<P>Ptelephus <HI>&amp;</HI> Peleus<HI> cum pauper et exul uterque</HI></P>
<P><HI>Reijcit</HI> Ampullas <HI>&amp;</HI> Se&s;quipedalia <HI>verba.</HI><NOTE PLACE="marg">Hor. de Ar. Poet.</NOTE></P>
<P><HI>Utile</HI> &amp; <HI>dulce</HI> are the be&s;t dimen&s;ion for one in the <HI>Rules.</HI></P>
<P>Who if it were in the <HI>Tullianum</HI> of his <HI>Ba&s;till,</HI> would without the leave of <HI>Molop's</HI> make his Irons Clinck to the exhilarating of your noble heart: The enlargment where|of in your honoured Per&s;ons liberty is the prayer&mdash;Sir,</P>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>Of your mo&s;t ob&s;equious God-&s;on, <HI>D' Alt&acirc; Specio&s;&acirc; Vill&acirc;.</HI></SIGNED></CLOSER>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="body of poem">
<PB N="15" REF="10">
<HEAD>South-Work.</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub"><HI>Eurydice,</HI> or a Droll upon his remove from the Counter to the Upper-Bench &s;o called.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>_WHen <HI>Orpheus</HI> did <HI>Eurydice</HI> remove,</L>
<L>And plaid his Mi&s;tre&s;&s;e to this world a|bove:</L>
<L>From her warm quarters (by his Harp or</L>
<L>Lute,</L>
<L>'Tis hard to &s;ay, and therefore let's be mute)</L>
<L><HI>Charon</HI> &s;aid not a word, Sir <HI>Cerberus</HI></L>
<L>Did hang his ears.&mdash;No doubt 'twas only thus</L>
<L>Upon his In&s;trument; how could he chu&s;e?</L>
<L>Doggs ears are alwaies hanging, and &s;o <HI>Jewes.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But this digre&s;&s;ion, or Parenthe&s;is</L>
<L>Pardon'd, we &s;ay again, as fir&s;t it is.</L>
<L>When <HI>Orpheus</HI> had done &s;o, know if this wife</L>
<L>Were worth the dancing to a &s;econd life;</L>
<L>And if &s;he were ('t may be) whether, or no</L>
<L>She got, by comming from her friends below.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The latter of the Queries I &s;hall pre&s;&s;e,</L>
<L><HI>Eurydice's</HI> exchange and wor&s;tedne&s;&s;e.</L>
<L>For &s;he like that Salt Dame in mickel &s;orrow,</L>
<L>Enjoy'd her pa&s;&s;e from <HI>Sodome</HI> to <HI>Gomorrah.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And by the way, the patterns being alike,</L>
<L>Perchance the &s;tories on one &s;tring do &s;trike:</L>
<L>For &s;ome Divines do think, the place of Hell</L>
<L>Is, where that fir&s;t blew burning brim&s;tone fell.</L>
<L>Then for <HI>Eurydice,</HI> and Madam <HI>Lot,</HI></L>
<L>For cau&s;es like, they both went to the Pot.</L>
<L>Perchance both &s;alt alive and dead, but that</L>
<L><PB N="16" REF="11">
Strikes at the root, and is not yet &s;o pat.</L>
<L>Our Ma&s;ter of the &s;tring (I don't &s;ay Creature,</L>
<L>For fear of being to a Wit a debtor)</L>
<L>That tam'd had all the Mon&s;ters of the Forre&s;t,</L>
<L>Him&s;elfe of all, had been the &s;ad and &s;orry'&s;t.)</L>
<L>If when all bea&s;ts the power of Mu&s;ick knew,</L>
<L>He could not fiddle &s;o, to tame a Shrew.</L>
<L>Perchance 'twas &s;o, and in &s;ome <HI>rainy day,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Pouting,</HI> and <HI>fa&s;ting</HI> &s;he e'en dropt away.</L>
<L>But why then &s;hould our doting Min&s;trell follow</L>
<L>A Shrew &s;o low, into a place &s;o hollow?</L>
<L>Whence 'twas a thou&s;and pound to a penny</L>
<L>That he had ere come back, or ever any.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But &s;ure <HI>Eurydice</HI> by all this &s;tirre,</L>
<L>Was worth the fetching from the <HI>Stygian</HI> Curre:</L>
<L>Or <HI>Orpheus</HI> el&s;e (play'd he as well as <HI>Pan</HI>)</L>
<L>I'le &s;wear he was but <HI>but &s;uch another man.</HI></L>
<L>Suppo&s;ing then, not granting &s;he was cha&s;t,</L>
<L>Not as they &s;ay from girdle to the wa&s;t,</L>
<L>But otherwi&s;e, that's downward: why was &s;he</L>
<L>Tran&s;lated to the place of <HI>Mummery,</HI></L>
<L>That is to Hell? where &s;ilence is inflicted</L>
<L>For &s;colds as have at <HI>Hicks-Hall</HI> bin indicted:</L>
<L>Their<HI> Curtain-Lectures, </HI>and their<HI> Morning Peales,</HI></L>
<L>Are all reveng'd with lower <HI>Common-Weales;</HI></L>
<L>Where <HI>Vixens</HI> &s;it like <HI>hone&s;t Nab</HI> i'th <HI>Play,</HI></L>
<L>Gagg'd up with Ginger-bread both night and day.</L>
<L>Others for canting, drabbing, and for guzzle,</L>
<L>Like to fierce Curres are alwaies in a <HI>Muzzle.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Si&s;ters</HI> of <HI>Billin&s;gate</HI> there &s;it upright,</L>
<L>Speechle&s;&s;e, to the very roots untongued quit;</L>
<L>And that &s;ame fiery in&s;trument, as 'twell</L>
<L>De&s;erves, is boyling &s;till in hell,</L>
<L>Never to cool, or to be ever dryer,</L>
<L><PB N="17" REF="11">
For 'twont be <HI>heat</HI> by everla&s;ting fire.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Eurydice,</HI> if in among&s;t this crew</L>
<L>Had been penn'd up in a perpetuall mew,</L>
<L>For though the <HI>muzled Si&s;ters,</HI> and <HI>o'th gag;</HI></L>
<L>Of tho&s;e their le&s;&s;er judgments do not brag,</L>
<L>Yet when they cannot &s;peak (though ones mouth's ope)</L>
<L>That yet they may at la&s;t, it is their hope.</L>
<L>But all in vain. O therefore Women learn</L>
<L>This dreadfull tale, whom ere it may concern!</L>
<L>For &s;ure <HI>Eurydice</HI> mi&s;took her way,</L>
<L>And had returned without old <HI>Orphens</HI> play,</L>
<L>And <HI>Gri&s;&s;il</HI> ne'r came there, O learn of <HI>Gri&s;&s;il!</HI></L>
<L>While yet you may, that you ne'r come to this ill.</L>
</LG>
<DIV3 TYPE="section">
<HEAD>Status que&s;tionis.</HEAD>
<L><HI>EUrydice's</HI> concluded was a wife,</L>
<L>A man de&s;ires but one &s;uch in his life.</L>
<L>For had &s;he had but one ill quality,</L>
<L>She'd ne're return'd unto mortality.</L>
<L>"Perchance tho <HI>Orpheus</HI> that now &s;ings not plaies,</L>
<L>"Hath met with &s;uch a one in his &s;ad daies,</L>
<L>"The <HI>Mu&s;ick</HI> of his life, not <HI>In&s;trument,</HI></L>
<L>"Who tames the Bea&s;t in him, they call <HI>Content.</HI></L>
<L>"If that <HI>Eurydice</HI> depart from hence,</L>
<L>No Mu&s;ick <HI>here,</HI> nor Mu&s;ick for her thence.</L>
<DIV4 TYPE="question">
<HEAD>Que&s;tion.</HEAD>
<L>NOw to the latter <HI>Quaerie,</HI> wheres the profit</L>
<L>Of her remove to <HI>Terra Firme</HI> from <HI>Tophet.</HI></L>
<L>A &s;curvy doubt as ever was propounded,</L>
<L>And never yet by any &s;crupler &s;ounded:</L>
<L>'Twas ea&s;ily an&s;wered, had it been thus &s;tated,</L>
<L>And for re&s;olves you &s;hould not long have waited.</L>
<L>Whether from <HI>Aegypt,</HI> or from <HI>Canaan,</HI></L>
<L>From Onyons &s;trong, and Leeks to cream o'th pann,</L>
<L>From clouted &s;hoes, the brown loaf, and the la&s;t,</L>
<L>From a perpetuall Lent, and con&s;tant Fa&s;t,</L>
<L><PB N="18" REF="12">
To be tran&s;lated into Bootes and fea&s;ts,</L>
<L>To be made Lord of men, and &s;o of bea&s;ts:</L>
<L>It would be in the affirmative, <HI>Ile warr'nt you,</HI></L>
<L>No, not one, <HI>no,</HI> that's <HI>nomine negante.</HI></L>
<L>But 'tis not &s;o (beloved <HI>Ephae&s;tion</HI>)</L>
<L>This is the meaning of the doubtfull que&s;tion;</L>
<L>Whether that <HI>Hell,</HI> the <HI>Grave,</HI> or <HI>hone&s;t Mors,</HI></L>
<L>Be not farre better then a pa&s;&s;e to wor&s;e.</L>
<L>From frying pan to fire. <HI>Eurydice</HI></L>
<L>May &s;hift her place but not her Mi&s;ery.</L>
<L><HI>And &s;o</HI> Comparatis Comparandis</L>
<L>Whether the <HI>Sea-Slave</HI> better then the <HI>Land</HI> is?</L>
<L>Or plavner yet, whether an old &s;hoo prove</L>
<L>Not full as good, as is a <HI>bad remove.</HI></L>
</DIV4>
<DIV4 TYPE="answer">
<HEAD>An&s;wer.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WHat were the Counter rarities you have &s;een,</L>
<L>And the&s;e of Southwark in&s;tantly begin;</L>
<L>Wherein be pleas'd to follow <HI>Metaphor,</HI></L>
<L>And let our <HI>Hell</HI> be &s;till at <HI>Counter-dore,</HI></L>
<L>From which we are remov'd unto that &s;hoar,</L>
<L>Where's noi&s;e enough (and that's not hell therefore)</L>
<L>One Boat doth &s;erve to Hell, and that is <HI>Charons,</HI></L>
<L>Hither a thou&s;and ply, and they are fair ones:</L>
<L>In this like <HI>Charon</HI> too, or much thereafter,</L>
<L>He, and our Oares do only <HI>Cro&s;&s;e the water;</HI></L>
<L>And his is <HI>Stygian,</HI> and our pool is <HI>Stix,</HI></L>
<L>Whence only <HI>Hanon</HI> got with all his tricks.</L>
<L>We are in aw, as one in <HI>Grammar</HI> Schooles,</L>
<L>And ever learning&punc; yet nee'r out o'th <HI>Rules.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Lilly</HI> cann't &s;ave us, <HI>Lilly</HI> the <HI>Caldee</HI> can't,</L>
<L><HI>Lilly,</HI> whom longing <HI>Ladies,</HI> and <HI>Fooles</HI> haunt.</L>
<L><HI>Lilly,</HI> who erring on th<HI>'Eclyps</HI> o'th <HI>Sun,</HI></L>
<L>Turn'd <HI>Man i'th' Moon</HI> (had e'en his wits out-run)</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>This Ma&s;ter of the <HI>Ephemerides,</HI></L>
<L>May <HI>ca&s;t</HI> his heart out &s;oon as one of the&s;e</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Out of an <HI>Execution,</HI> though to be</L>
<L><PB N="19" REF="12">
So, on the other &s;ide is to be free.</L>
<L>He hath paid all, that holes at <HI>Tiburn.</HI> 'Tis</L>
<L>All that I know o'th <HI>Tripod</HI> Liberties.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But here is Torment above Gaol to <HI>us,</HI></L>
<L>The Creatures pa&s;&s;e as fruit to <HI>Tantalus.</HI></L>
<L>The World moves by us, and before our eyes,</L>
<L>And we ne're <HI>&s;tirre. Copernicus</HI> was wi&s;e,</L>
<L>Who found the <HI>Earth did move,</HI> the Heavens we will</L>
<L>The <HI>upper Bench</HI> call, from our <HI>&s;tanding &s;till.</HI></L>
<L><NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">From the Pri&s;on gates we &s;ee all droves of Kent and Surry.</NOTE> <HI>Oves et Boves,</HI> all parts by our eyes,</L>
<L>(As if the <HI>Ark</HI> had drop'd out of the skies</L>
<L>Like <HI>Argo</HI>) and did ply at <HI>old Trigs</HI> &s;taires,</L>
<L>So pa&s;&s;e the Bea&s;ts in couples to the Fairs:</L>
<L>And<HI> Kenti&s;h Apples </HI>like<HI> Tantaleon </HI>fruit,</L>
<L>Glide by in Do&s;&s;ars, and we come not to't.</L>
<L>What mean the bleating of the Sheep, and lowing</L>
<L>Of greater Cattle thus? O Lord&punc; they'r <HI>going,</HI></L>
<L>Would we were &s;o, but we are in tho&s;e brambles,</L>
<L>We &s;han't get out, though it were unto the <HI>Shambles.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>O for an Hebrew<NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">An In|&s;trument to hear.</NOTE> <HI>Hotacou&s;ticon!</HI></L>
<L>As the Creation goes Proce&s;&s;ion</L>
<L>In con&s;tant bleats, and bellowings to know,</L>
<L>Like <HI>Adams</HI> &s;elfe, what every bea&s;t did low:</L>
<L>By learned <HI>Pococks</HI> help, it may be known,</L>
<L>He under&s;tands, the whole <HI>Creation groans.</HI></L>
<L>Low on our fellow feelers in the fle&s;h,</L>
<L>That drover there that made that deadly ga&s;h</L>
<L>In thy prick'd flank (it was a Counter-goad)</L>
<L>Suppo&s;e a <HI>Serjeant</HI> of the <HI>Counter</HI>-Road.</L>
<L>The <HI>Gra&s;iers</HI> that do &s;et the&s;e men at work</L>
<L>Are <HI>Creditors</HI> enrag'd, that is a <HI>Turke:</HI></L>
<L>Who hath no longer confidence or Faith,</L>
<L>Then his &s;ubmi&s;&s;ive debtor money pay'th.</L>
<L>But to the re&s;t oth' tortures of the place,</L>
<L>The Furies of the night I now will trace.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>'Tis now as you mu&s;t gue&s;&s;e, the noon of night,</L>
<L><PB N="20" REF="13">
That's twelve a clock, if I do tell it right.</L>
<L>When rous'd by di&s;mall lights, and hideous noy&s;e,</L>
<L>(Such as <HI>Megaera,</HI> and her Tribes enjoyes)</L>
<L>And intermingled wheeles of &s;wift Caroches,</L>
<L>I broke off &s;leep, that is my <HI>Bonus-nochius.</HI></L>
<L>Now when I &s;aw &s;o many flaming lincks,</L>
<L>My fancy like to Rumots, &s;traightly princks,</L>
<L>And I imagine it, a <HI>Coar&s;e Incounter,</HI></L>
<L>Such as that doughty <HI>Don</HI> did once affront there.</L>
<L>Some <HI>Kent Committee-man,</HI> or one of <HI>Surrey,</HI></L>
<L>Whom the&s;e Caroches to the Devill do hurry;</L>
<L>Dead of a &s;urfeit of <HI>Debentors</HI> bought,</L>
<L>Of cheated Souldiers of a thing of nought.</L>
<L>(The purcha&s;e of Church-lands) and now this man</L>
<L>Of Bi&s;hops &s;tate is come but to a &s;panne:</L>
<L>It is his la&s;t de&s;ire to be <HI>interr'd</HI></L>
<L>In &s;ome <HI>&s;mall Alley</HI> that to <HI>Pauls</HI> adher'd,</L>
<L>Which by its new found name mo&s;t fitly may,</L>
<L>Be all all &s;uch purcha&s;ers la&s;t <HI>Golgotha.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But O the error of my whimzied brain!</L>
<L>Nor &s;o, nor &s;o, and then I look'd again,</L>
<L>And &s;aw &s;ome dozen link-men &s;pitting <HI>ptrough,</HI></L>
<L>And &s;moak and froth from their chaf'd chapps do blow.</L>
<L><NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Drove of Surrey Hoggs.</NOTE> What think you, did they pu&s;h &s;o with &s;trong breath?</L>
<L>The antient Burgers of <HI>Gene&s;areth,</HI></L>
<L>Some thou&s;and Swine, who comming neerer whin'd,</L>
<L>As if the Devill were <HI>in um,</HI> or <HI>behind</HI></L>
<L><HI>Elpenor</HI> chang'd, was not a goodlyer pigge,</L>
<L>Nor oould with the&s;e our <HI>Surry</HI> Porkers &s;wig.</L>
<L>I wondered at their lights, and pompe, me thinks</L>
<L>It &s;hould not be alive, when <HI>dead</HI> their <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Cut into &s;aw&s;ages.</NOTE> <HI>Links</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Upon no other cau&s;e, I gue&s;&s;e the <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Certaine Jewes which had a Congrega|tion in Southwarke</NOTE> Jewes</L>
<L>Their Temple among&s;t us did of late refu&s;e,</L>
<L>Becau&s;e of the&s;e prophane and unclean gue&s;ts,</L>
<L>Which made them change their ceremoniall ne&s;t.</L>
<L>Neer to black <HI>Madges</HI> in the <HI>Paris Garden,</HI></L>
<L>Bears are more clean then Swine, and &s;o's <HI>Kate-Arden.</HI></L>
<L><PB N="21" REF="13">
The Hoggs and Jewes are pa&s;t, the&s;e to the Banck-</L>
<L>Side, tho&s;e to them who try u'm in the Flanck.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And thus deluded in my fir&s;t conceit,</L>
<L>I went to bed again, cover'd my feet,</L>
<L>And &s;tarted this &s;ame <HI>Query,</HI> whe're or no,</L>
<L>There's any happine&s;&s;e in our Bur-rough?<NOTE PLACE="marg">A noble friend of the Au|thors.</NOTE></L>
<L><HI>And truly</HI> honoured friend, <HI>and</HI> gue&s;t o'th legg,</L>
<L>I mu&s;t conclude it ab&s;olute i'th Neg.</L>
<L>And further then the South, as &s;aid the <HI>wi&s;e one,</HI></L>
<L>There's none, dear friend, not under the Horizon.</L>
<L>Wherefore we change the cure indeed, not &s;tate,</L>
<L>And our condition is, as 'twas of late.</L>
<L>Therefore Removers that intend, beware ye,</L>
<L>You will not mend your &s;elves in our <HI>Tran&s;-mare.</HI></L>
</LG>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
</DIV4>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="22" REF="14">
<HEAD>Hanons E&s;capes and Pranks.</HEAD>
<L>_WE have heard of <HI>Jupiters</HI> e&s;capes,</L>
<L>How oft he &s;hifted Formes, and &s;hapes,</L>
<L>To bring about his lu&s;tfull rapes;</L>
<L>So<HI> Hanon,</HI></L>
<L>As if begott of <HI>Hanon</HI> Jove,</L>
<L>Did all his braines, and mans lights prove,</L>
<L>To get &s;o many a Remove,</L>
<L>As any one.</L>
<L>Yet did he never goe or trudge,</L>
<L>For<HI> Habeas Corpus </HI>to a<HI> Judge,</HI></L>
<L>He knew they ow'd him an old Grudge,</L>
<L>Which made him</L>
<L>Rather to <HI>firemen</HI> to apply,</L>
<L>And <HI>Locksmiths</HI> his be&s;t ingenie</L>
<L>(Yet fear'd mo&s;t things that he came nigh,</L>
<L>Betrayd him.)</L>
<L><HI>Jove</HI> to gett <HI>Laeda</HI> &s;womme a &s;wanne</L>
<L>And loving <HI>Mutton</HI> put <HI>Wooll</HI> on,</L>
<L>For he was but a Whoring man,</L>
<L>And rutted</L>
<L>Through all his <HI>Cretan</HI> Provinces,</L>
<L>To Vitiate his Prince&s;&s;es,</L>
<L>At any thing of comeline&s;&s;e</L>
<L>He butted.</L>
<L>But <HI>Hanon</HI> was not for <HI>Love</HI> &s;tealths,</L>
<L>But Robbing &s;tates, and Common-wealths,</L>
<L>For picking pur&s;e in drinking healths,</L>
<L>Or blowing</L>
<L>Up <HI>Locks,</HI> or <HI>Barres,</HI> or pri&s;on gates,</L>
<L>He could not be contrould by th' Fates,</L>
<L>If he came to the barrs, he &s;ete</L>
<L>Them going.</L>
<L><PB N="23" REF="14">
As by Experience we know well,</L>
<L>At <HI>Newgate</HI> what of late befell,</L>
<L>Where he did &s;hew &s;uch tricks, as <HI>hell</HI></L>
<L>Cannot fellow.</L>
<L>For he in Pri&s;on clo&s;e was laid,</L>
<L>And heavy Irons his leggs made</L>
<L>(As his bedfellow often &s;aid)</L>
<L>All yellow.</L>
<L>So that he did full &s;ore complaine</L>
<L>Unto his Cope&s;mate of his paine;</L>
<L>And told the man that he could gaine</L>
<L>His freedom,</L>
<L>For all tho&s;e Irons, if that he</L>
<L>Would vow a friendly &s;ecrecy,</L>
<L>And &s;ware that he &s;hould in&s;tantly</L>
<L>It &s;ee done.</L>
<L>The fellow was of nature kinde,</L>
<L>(For he before in's heart could find</L>
<L>To have <HI>two wives,</HI> as &s;ome now blind</L>
<L>Maintain good.</L>
<L>And that we may as <HI>Turks</HI> u&s;e doe</L>
<L>Keepe wives as many as we know,</L>
<L>Our '&s;tates will &s;erve for to allow</L>
<L>Drink and food.</L>
<L>This curteous &s;oule connived long,</L>
<L>And <HI>Hanon</HI> with his <HI>Water &s;trong,</HI></L>
<L>Not <HI>Aqua vitae,</HI> did unthong</L>
<L>His Irons.</L>
<L>And every night going to bed,</L>
<L>He laid his cloggs under his head,</L>
<L>Which in the morne he fa&s;tned,</L>
<L>T' admire ones;</L>
<L>And what he did to's Iron vamps</L>
<L>He did toth' doore, and them unclamps,</L>
<L>For he for tho&s;e had &s;crewes, and cramps,</L>
<L>And Augurs.</L>
<L><PB N="24" REF="15">
And &s;o releas'd him&s;elfe one night,</L>
<L>From off the place farre out of &s;ight,</L>
<L>All watches guards, &s;pies in de&s;pit</L>
<L>And Maugre.</L>
<L>This was a queint device, but he</L>
<L>From the upper Bench had made him free;</L>
<L>Before this piece of knavery,</L>
<L>And feigned</L>
<L>Him&s;elfe to be mo&s;t highly <HI>loo&s;e,</HI></L>
<L>Which got him freedome of the hou&s;e,</L>
<L>And for few dayes his back doore <HI>&s;luce</HI></L>
<L>Maintain'd&mdash;</L>
<L>With mellow Ale, and loo&s;ening Oile,</L>
<L>Which in his body kept &s;uch Coile,</L>
<L>That he was &s;uffer'd oft to &s;oyle</L>
<L>In open</L>
<L>Aire, (as they &s;ay) he'd cry, <HI>I runne,</HI></L>
<L>And made as though his buttocks &s;punne,</L>
<L>But then he had a way begun</L>
<L>To gropen</L>
<L>In the back &s;ide, and the next runne</L>
<L>He ranne indeed out of Pri&s;on</L>
<L>And &s;tayd no more, but <HI>&s;courd his gunne,</HI></L>
<L>And<HI> Farewell</HI></L>
<L>Toth'<HI> Upper Bench </HI>and<HI> lower too,</HI></L>
<L>He'l come no more toth' &s;toole to you,</L>
<L>But hopes to heare, how all you doe,</L>
<L>And are well.</L>
<L>As he at leaving of his load,</L>
<L>Which he de&s;ires may there abode,</L>
<L>Untill he take againe that rode:</L>
<L>Which never</L>
<L>Was in his thoughts to come into,</L>
<L>H'has <HI>Bu&s;ines</HI> now els where to doe,</L>
<L>In what he left undone, doe you</L>
<L>Per&s;e-ver.</L>
<L><PB N="25" REF="15">
Thus <HI>Hanon</HI> now is free again,</L>
<L>And right &s;ecure, ne'er to be ta'n;</L>
<L>He &s;traight is making for the main,</L>
<L>And &s;orts him</L>
<L>Among the Merchants for a waft.</L>
<L>But now for all his cunning craft,</L>
<L>He<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">s like to have but a poor draught,</L>
<L>Which a-mor<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">s him:</L>
<L>For as at dinner he was frolick,</L>
<L>He had almo&s;t the wor&s;t of all luck,</L>
<L>Which put him to a fit oth' Colick,</L>
<L>At Table.</L>
<L>Was one had &s;een him in the Pri&s;on,</L>
<L>And ever kept on him his eyes on,</L>
<L>Which made our <HI>Hanon</HI> to advi&s;e on</L>
<L>A Fable,</L>
<L>Of pa&s;&s;ing men unto <HI>Barbadoes,</HI></L>
<L>He hir'd a ve&s;&s;ell with much a-doe</L>
<L>And fool'd the fellow with Bravadoes,</L>
<L>And high-words.</L>
<L>But he did act his matters &s;o,</L>
<L>That <HI>Hanon</HI> &s;hould him think no foe</L>
<L>(Although he &s;eem'd his face to know)</L>
<L>By &s;lie-words.</L>
<L>Then made as if he were mi&s;took</L>
<L>(One man may like another look)</L>
<L>And &s;o his leave abruptly took</L>
<L>Oth' Gallows.</L>
<L>And left him in his languages,</L>
<L>But in a trice to the <HI>Maior</HI> betrayes</L>
<L>This nimble Scourer of the <HI>waies,</HI></L>
<L>And followes</L>
<L>With Officers unto his lodging:</L>
<L>This <HI>crafty Squ<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">re</HI> that now is dodging</L>
<L>Into the Water like a <HI>Gudgeon,</HI></L>
<L>And took him,</L>
<L><PB N="26" REF="16">
And in the County guards him brought,</L>
<L>'Mo&s;t to the place where once he wrought</L>
<L>His late e&s;cape, which ne'er he thought</L>
<L>To look in.</L>
<L>And now his noddle he doth ply,</L>
<L>His moneys to the guarders fly,</L>
<L><HI>Newgate</HI> is even in his eye,</L>
<L>If once in,</L>
<L>He &s;hall be ti'd both neck and heels,</L>
<L>They will no longer tru&s;t his wiles,</L>
<L>By which he every one beguiles,</L>
<L>They'le trounce him:</L>
<L>They paid full deer for his la&s;t trick,</L>
<L><HI>Bri&s;co</HI> and <HI>Turnkeys</HI> &s;till are &s;ick</L>
<L>Oth' qualmes, that this E&s;caper quick</L>
<L>Then rai&s;ed.</L>
<L>Be&s;ides the Widowes of his friend,</L>
<L>That for his &s;ake came to his end,</L>
<L>Thither have vow'd <HI>Hanon</HI> to &s;end,</L>
<L>Amazed.</L>
<L>At apprehen&s;ion of the&s;e things,</L>
<L>(Fear lent him &s;ure and ready wings)</L>
<L>So from his bribed guard he flings</L>
<L>Mo&s;t nimbly,</L>
<L>And into divers holes conveighs</L>
<L>Him&s;elfe, and unknown waies,</L>
<L>And leaves the Bumkins at a gaze</L>
<L>Mo&s;t trimly.</L>
<L>He knowes forewarn'd to have a care</L>
<L>Of comming out in common air,</L>
<L>Although the coa&s;t be ne're &s;o fair;</L>
<L>But whither</L>
<L>Can <HI>Hanon</HI> go? what place hath he</L>
<L>Not cou&s;en'd by his roguery?</L>
<L>Nor <HI>France,</HI> nor <HI>Spain,</HI> nor <HI>States</HI> are free:</L>
<L>For thither</L>
<L><PB N="27" REF="16">
His theevi&s;h arts have carried him.</L>
<L>From <HI>Holland</HI> he did lately &s;wimme,</L>
<L>And did a Boor of's money skimme</L>
<L>Mo&s;t neatly.</L>
<L>The &s;tory I &s;hall now afford,</L>
<L>As I have heard it word forword:</L>
<L>'Twas done, and is upon record,</L>
<L>There let't<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">y.</L>
<L>And <HI>Hanon</HI> now my <HI>Lord</HI> appears,</L>
<L>Good clothes as any Lord he wears,</L>
<L>And as a Lord he rants and &s;wears,</L>
<L>And topeth.</L>
<L>And at a <HI>Boores</HI> of good e&s;tate</L>
<L>He lodges, has his &s;ervants wait,</L>
<L>Two rogues that highly of him prate&punc;</L>
<L>Which mopeth</L>
<L>The &s;illy <HI>Butter box,</HI> that he</L>
<L>Believed every Hi&s;tory,</L>
<L>And thought him a man of dignity,</L>
<L>And manners.</L>
<L>Nothing he talk'd at meat or play,</L>
<L>But of<HI> Be&s;&s;e </HI>of<HI> Bohemia,</HI></L>
<L>And of the <HI>French,</HI> and <HI>Spains</HI> aray,</L>
<L>And Banners.</L>
<L>So that his Lord&s;hip all commands,</L>
<L>The <HI>Froken</HI> waited on his hands,</L>
<L>And with the ba&s;on humbly &s;tands,</L>
<L>And towells,</L>
<L>To wipe his Lord&s;hip after wa&s;h,</L>
<L>For which he gave the <HI>Froken</HI> ca&s;h,</L>
<L>And promis'd her be&s;ide a la&s;h</L>
<L>O'th bowells.</L>
<L>He gave to her in charge a Whelpe,</L>
<L>Which he had &s;tole from one at <HI>Delph:</HI></L>
<L>'Twas very neat, but wanted help.</L>
<L>His Hoa&s;te&s;&s;e</L>
<L><PB N="28" REF="17">
Mu&s;t feed the puppy with a &s;poon,</L>
<L>For he intended it a Boon,</L>
<L>Unto the <HI>Queen.</HI> And thus in Town</L>
<L>He boa&s;ts.</L>
<L>The Whelp with all the care is fed,</L>
<L>A pillow for his &s;hocked head,</L>
<L>And lig upon his Lord&s;hips bed</L>
<L>Mo&s;t roundly:</L>
<L>For &s;he did fill it &s;till &s;o full,</L>
<L>And hu&s;ht it in her <HI>German Lull,</HI></L>
<L>And made it &s;leep (the doting <HI>Trull</HI>)</L>
<L>Profoundly.</L>
<L>If that his Lord&s;hip went abroad</L>
<L>The Puppy did with her aboad,</L>
<L>And was not an unwelcome load</L>
<L>Upon her:</L>
<L>For &s;he would have it in her lap,</L>
<L>And give it milk, and childrens pappe,</L>
<L>And put it in her husbands cap</L>
<L>For honour.</L>
<L>When that his Lord&s;hip did come in,</L>
<L>The Whelp was call'd for, mu&s;t be &s;een,</L>
<L>The &s;ervants &s;aid that it had been</L>
<L>It'h Chamber</L>
<L>With his good Landlady, for which</L>
<L>My Lord did in&s;tantly be&s;eech</L>
<L>She would his Lord&s;hips eye enrich,</L>
<L>To clamber</L>
<L>Up to her quarters, which were high,</L>
<L>And very full of Hu&s;wifry;</L>
<L>And there did <HI>Hogens</HI> Trea&s;ure lye:</L>
<L>He &s;pi'd u'm,</L>
<L>Upon a nail a bunch of keyes,</L>
<L>Which he into his Poke conveighs,</L>
<L>And with good words the Froe betraies,</L>
<L>And tries u'm,</L>
<L><PB N="29" REF="17">
There took he Gelt, Argent and Or,</L>
<L>My Lord next day, the Court was for,</L>
<L>And &s;aid he'd &s;end for's Whelp the Mor-</L>
<L>Row morning.</L>
<L>She wa&s;h'd the Curre, and trimm'd the &s;hock,</L>
<L>From his round crown unto his dock,</L>
<L>There wanted not a vacant lock</L>
<L>Adorning:</L>
<L>Becau&s;e the good Queen of <HI>Boheme</HI></L>
<L>Mu&s;t have it as the fool did dream,</L>
<L>The Puppy look'd like clouted cream,</L>
<L>So white 'tis.</L>
<L>But my Lord <HI>Hanon</HI> came no more</L>
<L>To &s;ee the whelpe, or the gul'd Boore,</L>
<L>Nor came not neer the Frokens lower</L>
<L><HI>Meph<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">t<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">s.</HI></L>
<L>So for all the hou&s;hold vailes,</L>
<L>She had her own and Puppy's tailes</L>
<L>As a kind Foy, while <HI>Hanon</HI> &s;ailes</L>
<L>With's purcha&s;e.</L>
<L>But like a Slave, he'd rob'd the <HI>Queen</HI></L>
<L>Of Casket, and the Plate wherein</L>
<L>She wa&s;h'd her feet, and left her in</L>
<L>A poor ca&s;e.</L>
<L>Thus fle&s;h'd in <HI>Royall</HI> &s;poiles, the gull in</L>
<L>Le&s;&s;e then two weekes arriv'd at <HI>Colen,</HI></L>
<L>And there pretended to be &s;ullen,</L>
<L>Or rather</L>
<L>Sick with a Pox, but from tho&s;e &s;ot's</L>
<L>He &s;tole the Plate, and drinking potts,</L>
<L>Of him the Covenanting Scots</L>
<L>Call<HI> Father</HI></L>
<L>Of their poor Country, and &s;o comes</L>
<L>Along the land of Drumms and Gunns,</L>
<L>And li&s;ts him&s;elfe among the Thrums</L>
<L>In<HI> Flanders.</HI></L>
<L><PB N="30" REF="18">
There on the Conquering &s;ide awhile</L>
<L>He &s;erv'd the <HI>French,</HI> and did beguile</L>
<L>The <HI>Mon&s;ieurs</HI> of their pay (that's <HI>&s;poil</HI>)</L>
<L>And manders</L>
<L>They do not <HI>Antwerp</HI> take, and all,</L>
<L>And leave the <HI>Spaniards</HI> not a wall,</L>
<L>Nor yet an Ox, nor A&s;&s;e, nor &s;tall</L>
<L>To lye in.</L>
<L>Thus doth he vapour, and next day,</L>
<L>The Rogue to <HI>Leopold</HI> runs away,</L>
<L>And for the King <HI>D' Hi&s;pagnia,</HI></L>
<L>Is crying.</L>
<L>The&s;e voices &s;traight do mount him up,</L>
<L>With the <HI>Au&s;trian Duke</HI> he dares to &s;up;</L>
<L>And to the <HI>Catholick King</HI> a Cup</L>
<L>He &s;wallowes</L>
<L>Of rich Canary, and does vow</L>
<L>The death of <HI>Thurene,</HI> that kill-Cow:</L>
<L>And as he drinks, he knits his brow</L>
<L>In fallows.</L>
<L>The <HI>Dons</HI> intreat this gallant blade</L>
<L>Unto their Quarters, and there made</L>
<L>Him welcome, for the words he had</L>
<L>Prote&s;ted.</L>
<L>But in the night, he, and his Rogues</L>
<L>The<HI> Spani&s;h </HI>pockets<HI> di&s;-imbogues,</HI></L>
<L>And out o'th' hou&s;e him&s;elfe collogues,</L>
<L>And re&s;ted</L>
<L>Not, till he came to th' Engli&s;h &s;hoar,</L>
<L>Where he was at it as before;</L>
<L>He thought to have rob'd the world all o're,</L>
<L>But mi&s;t it.</L>
<L>And if he had not made this pa&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>He had been hang'd up for an A&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>Upon the tree neer old Pan-cra&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>And twi&s;ted.</L>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB N="31" REF="18">
<HEAD>A Letter of <HI>Hanon</HI> from <HI>Duynkyrke.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>_MY friends of Newgate (late &s;o call'd)</L>
<L>Whither I have been often halled,</L>
<L>And ever by my owne witts bayled.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I doe &s;alute you my Signiors</L>
<L>(<HI>Cu&s;todes</HI> of my Pri&s;on doores)</L>
<L>More kind to <HI>Hanon,</HI> then you Boores.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>For they unto my tricks con&s;ented,</L>
<L>The bolts did yeeld, and barrs relented:</L>
<L>And not like you have yet repented.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Much trouble hath po&s;&s;e&s;t my heart,</L>
<L>About my late unknown depart,</L>
<L>Indeed I went out like a Fart,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Ne're to returne unto that place</L>
<L>We'r &s;capes alike, nor of like pace,</L>
<L>For tho&s;e doe ply about your face,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Which I mu&s;t not: For if <HI>Bri&s;-co</HI></L>
<L>Should &s;mell me out, he &s;traight would goe</L>
<L>Unto your Ju&s;tice for a <HI>Quo&mdash;</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Warrant, (as they call it) which</L>
<L>Would bring me forthwith, where my breech</L>
<L>Would be a cold, in <HI>Proverb &s;peech.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Who would return into your Land,</L>
<L>To wear at la&s;t a hempen band?</L>
<L>Better to dy on <HI>Callice</HI>-Sand.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="32" REF="19">
<L>I know &s;ome paper hath been lo&s;t</L>
<L>Since my arrivall to this coa&s;t;</L>
<L>But the poor Ballad-makers mo&s;t</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Have &s;uffered, 'cau&s;e I &s;uffered not,</L>
<L>Tho&s;e may &s;upply my e&s;caped lot,</L>
<L>To <HI>Paper,</HI> or to <HI>Hang,</HI> is all to th' <HI>Pot.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I would have wi&s;h'd my friend of wives</L>
<L>(More then the Engli&s;h Law connives)</L>
<L>Had &s;av'd his own with their two lives.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Hab, nab, the fool did &s;imply choo&s;e</L>
<L>Two &s;uch (as brought him to a nooze)</L>
<L>Both which a man might gladly lo&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>'Twas true, the man did love the wa&s;t,</L>
<L>But otherwi&s;e was vengeance cha&s;t;</L>
<L>No more words ont (the wor&s;t is pa&s;t.)</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>He was no apprehen&s;ive Schollar;</L>
<L>Had he but been my follower,</L>
<L>He'd &s;lipt his neck out of the Collar.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>He was too ea&s;ie to confe&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>How I did u&s;e my &s;elfe to undre&s;&s;e;</L>
<L>I knew 'twould never come to le&s;&s;e</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then &s;winging for't. What e'er you do</L>
<L>In breaking the commands, or &s;o,</L>
<L>Never my friends break Proverbs too.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>My Breech is now on Spani&s;h plat,</L>
<L>It &s;carce has done its pit a patt,</L>
<L>It &s;hook like any hunted Wat.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But got to &s;helter at <HI>Duynk<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">rk;</HI></L>
<L>In that &s;mall Sanct'ary I will lurke,</L>
<L>And be as merry as a Turk.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
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<L>Hither if you do plea&s;e to &s;end;</L>
<L>The charges of my Vicar friend,</L>
<L>Who was my proxy to the end</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I &s;hall defray, and for the blacks</L>
<L>That both his Wives had on their backs,</L>
<L>Or if that place any <HI>blews</HI> lacks;</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>If in new Pri&s;on they chance ly,</L>
<L>Or in Bridewell the beetle ply,</L>
<L>I will di&s;charge all willingly.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>'Tis my la&s;t asking, <HI>let them &s;peak,</HI></L>
<L>If he alone had that &s;ame Freak.</L>
<L>Have not they changes every week?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>No doubt they have, the man was wild</L>
<L>To take two per&s;ons &s;o defil'd,</L>
<L>To &s;ave them, cann't he get with child.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Wherefore my Banquers of mol-Friths</L>
<L>I charge my accounts in Faggots with</L>
<L>A noble for the field call'd Smiths;</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>In which the&s;e Widowes of &s;mall prai&s;e</L>
<L>(For heating others all their daies)</L>
<L>May have their mo&s;t de&s;erved blaze.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And thus defying every whore,</L>
<L>All Pri&s;ons, and the Engli&s;h &s;hoar.</L>
<L><HI>Vrv' Roy D' Hi&s;pagne,</HI> lets loudly roar.</L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><POSTSCRIPT>
<HEAD>Po&s;tcript.</HEAD>
<P><HI>Farewell, without behang'd.</HI></P>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>Your mo&s;t &s;lippery-friend. <HI>HANON.</HI></SIGNED>
<DATELINE>Duynkirk <DATE>31 Septemb.
Styl. novo. 1655.</DATE></DATELINE></CLOSER>
</POSTSCRIPT></CLOSER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="description">
<PB N="34" REF="20">
<HEAD>CHARACTERS.</HEAD>
<DIV2 TYPE="part">
<HEAD>The Preface. Lectori Libero.</HEAD>
<P>NOne are better <HI>Geographers</HI> then &s;uch, who tru&s;ting to their own Ob&s;ervations, write what them&s;elves (not <HI>Ptolomy</HI>) have di&s;covered. Upon that rea&s;on <HI>Francis Lord Verulam</HI> is accounted among&s;t many a greater Phi|lo&s;opher than <HI>Ari&s;totle,</HI> and by all then <HI>Pl<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">ny Senior,</HI> becau&s;e he wrote by experience and co&s;tly tryall, more than by Books. Beliefe is good in a beginner. A &s;ucking Mathematician may lap in <HI>Sands, Helyn, Drake, Forbi|&s;her,</HI> and the re&s;t, but it is not manlik alwaies to be fed with a &s;poon; they mu&s;t get Quadrants, Cycles, Epycicles, and rules of their own, if they will be good Carpenters; or if there be an ob&s;tacle, or prohibition <HI>in &s;ubjecto,</HI> that is at home, (di&s;ability) then let them get as good a Ma&s;ter as <HI>Ari&s;totle</HI> had, and u&s;e his pur&s;e, as Sir <HI>Francis Bacon</HI> did his own. For the right forming this Character of a Pri&s;on, and &s;ome others depending thereupon, it hath been my misfortune to be upon the place (blown thither by an ill wind, and kept in by a wor&s;e) &s;o that I have &s;ome advantage of tho&s;e&punc; who perchance have adventured on this &s;ubject (by the ear.) That Pencill-man who will draw to the life, mu&s;t have the Lady pre&s;ent; a copy of her countenance is not &s;o good. Having therefore given you to under&s;tand, that the Decipherer took the lines in full view, you may (if you finde fault) &s;ay, his Organs were neer his Object, and &s;o wanted a convenient di|&s;tance, that is, a remove to the <HI>Ro&s;e,</HI> or a &s;urveigh to the three <HI>Crane Taverns.</HI> Or el&s;e, that there is &s;ome <HI>malig|nity,</HI> or <HI>vehemency</HI> in the object, which may not be al|togehter 
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denyed (for the party de&s;ired to be further off)
or el&s;e there is &s;ome defect in the Organ it &s;elfe, or a <HI>gutta &s;erena</HI> on the <HI>Optick</HI> Nerve, or el&s;e <HI>Caput malum,</HI> which is <HI>Caput malorum.</HI> In plain, that his brains were ill &s;cituate; that is, in a Calves head, or el&s;e the time of the <HI>Moon</HI> (as indeed it was not beneficiall, being upon his re|&s;traint in the Wane) did not &s;erve for the augmentation of that higher <HI>Ventricle;</HI> and &s;o (as in the decrea&s;e it is evidently to be &s;een) his Rabbets brains perchance, were &s;hrivel'd up for want of the <HI>Full</HI> a&s;&s;i&s;tance of that &s;up|plying Planet.</P>
<P>Be it how it will, we mu&s;t to our work, <HI>there is no li|ving in a Mill without grinding,</HI> and a blind hor&s;e mu&s;t &s;tarve, if he cannot turn round. Take therefore <HI>free Rea|der</HI> (and in that mo&s;t free, that you may cho&s;e whether you will or no) the&s;e &s;hort &s;olaces of him, who laboured to make his <HI>Pri&s;on of Force,</HI> his <HI>retiring hou&s;e of choice,</HI> his <HI>Tullianum,</HI> his <HI>Tu&s;culanum.</HI> It will be of little or uncon&s;iderable co&s;t to thee, which co&s;t the compo&s;er hot water, as they &s;ay, and burnt Wine too (thanks to the Donors) for <HI>aquae merae potoribus nihil &s;cribitur,</HI> as &s;aith the <HI>Gentleman of Rome,</HI> and a Poet too, who had as good Sack in his own Cellar, as my friend at the <HI>halfe Moon.</HI> And &s;o I conclude this Preface, which if it walk abroad before its Ma&s;ter, let the Preface have this for his fronti&s;pice;</P>
<Q>Hei mih<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter"> quod Domino, &amp;c.</Q>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="part">
<PB N="36" REF="21">
<HEAD>The Character of a Pri&s;on.</HEAD>
<P><HI>OMne &s;imile non e&s;t idem.</HI> That is, for fear of mi&s;un|der&s;tanding, <HI>every Coller is not a Devill:</HI> or by way of inference, therefore a Pri&s;on is not <HI>Hell,</HI> though there is devili&s;h doings in it. I do rather believe (though no no red letter man, for mine is a <HI>nigrum Theta</HI>) that a Pri&s;on is <HI>Purgatory,</HI> for in it are the &s;everall <HI>L<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">mb<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">, Pa|trum Fratrum, Minorum, et Ma<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">orum, Virorum, Foe|mi<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">arum, and infantum.</HI> To be &s;hort, here are Cells (that is Wards) for all ages, &s;exes and provi&s;ions; and though a child cannot legally be committed&punc; yet a child being <HI>Committed for</HI> in Pri&s;on, may be ju&s;tly kept there (during the Mothers detention.) From the <HI>Souldier</HI> to the <HI>Monk,</HI> here are places of Di&s;cipline; a hard bed for the man of the <HI>Cowle,</HI> and hard board for the man of the <HI>Sword.</HI> The Pri&s;on yet (that we may not quite be at lo&s;&s;e with <HI>Hell</HI>)
is in &s;ome de&s;criptions of it very much the &s;ame; as e&s;pecially, from whence there is (without <HI>Herculean Friends</HI>) never like to be any redemption. It is <HI>Purgatory</HI> to its qualifications and intentions, for it clen&s;eth your &s;ilver from your dro&s;&s;e, by a &s;egregating vertue of extra|cting your money from your bodies. <HI>In this</HI> it differs from Hell, <HI>becau&s;e hell gates are alwaies open. In this</HI> al&s;o it a|grees with Purgatory, that you may go in and out for your mony. It is canton'd like this <HI>la&s;t,</HI> into <HI>Limbos, viz.</HI> the Ma&s;ters &s;ide, the three-penny, two-penny Wards, the hole Ma&s;culine and Faeminine (if tho&s;e make two.)
There is <HI>Locus in Ca<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">cere,</HI> which Sir <HI>Thomas Moor,</HI> when <HI>Era&s;mus</HI> drank Sack in his Cellar called by the denomination of whole-Hel: and let it go &s;o for the Cel|lar with us. For here are evident &s;ignes of that old <HI>Tophet.</HI> In the mid&s;t of day are horrid lights&punc; but not of the <HI>Sun,</HI> which to one comming out of it, makes the place as di&s;|mall, as a candle burning in a hor&s;es head, <HI>Sceleton</HI> in a 
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dark night. The Incen&s;e of the place is wor&s;e to the Lungs, then that of Brim&s;tone in the other. Cottidian <HI>Tobacco</HI> horrifying the twilight of the Cell, and making each man look like a Devill to a vi&s;iting friend, yet hiding our own durtine&s;&s;e in his proper velope of ob&s;curity, and naturall vizard of hot mi&s;t. The friendly Offices this Vir|ginian plant (for &s;ince the late Imbargos, we take no Spa|ni&s;h nor before) affords the con&s;tant plyars of it, are its Salves and remedy again&s;t the damps of the Cellar, where fire and water are part of the tormentors, e&s;pecially when they come to be paid for. As about <HI>Bloomsbury,</HI> and the utmo&s;t parts of <HI>We&s;tmin&s;ter,</HI> they cry and &s;ing water up and down the &s;treets; &s;o here, beer and &s;moak are &s;ung in to the pittifull receivers, who mu&s;t drop a tear before they ta&s;t, either the &s;ilver of the eye, which procures for|bearance, or el&s;e the very gold and blood of the heart, which is <HI>ready John.</HI> Here (&s;trange to tell) we drink fire, that is, &s;moak, hand&s;omer then water: for our beer is by word of mouth to one another but our fire is never out of our own mouth, nor to be participated but when we never care what becomes of it, or whither it goes. As in <HI>Hell,</HI> it is thought the Devills are the le&s;&s;e tormentors; &s;o here, our fellow Pri&s;oners lie heavie&s;t upon us, and are to a new commer, wor&s;e then new flies to a &s;ore leg. The Fees of your brethren, and their expectations, or rather de|pendancies, being greater then the Jaylors. The fir&s;t &s;tep to your exhau&s;ting is your <HI>Garni&s;h,</HI> which if your pocket have not, the outward furniture of your body (be it Hat or Cloak) mu&s;t &s;upply. After this lo&s;&s;e you may chance (by being acquainted) get &s;omewhat, which I pre&s;ume Hell is free of, it being <HI>Clibanus Maximus,</HI> that is, the <HI>fiery Oven,</HI> and it is &s;uppo&s;ed that lice do not like &s;o hot a quarter. The &s;everall Wards are (as it is in the place forenamed) in order of <HI>&s;ub, &amp; &s;upra,</HI> that is &s;ubjection.
As in the one, Murder may not have the &s;ame fiery Chair with mans&s;laughter; buggery not the &s;ame &s;tool with 
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Fornication, (if this be not rather a purgatory gue&s;t)
nor may pocket-picking be in the nethermo&s;t pit with Sacriledge. So neither with us do the debts of the lower Forme pre&s;ume to mingle with tho&s;e of the higher.
Round <HI>O. S.</HI> or halfe <HI>Moones,</HI> or long <HI>Megs,</HI> mu&s;t not take place of Cart-wheeles, and the greater Orbs of of chalk, that is for illu&s;tration; a pri&s;oner of forty &s;hil|lings head mu&s;t not pi&s;&s;e by one of five pound. And &s;o re|&s;pectively unto the <HI>Hole,</HI> where the Senior <HI>Collier</HI> or <HI>Bra&s;ier</HI> hath the precedency, and lies upon the Table, That being the <HI>Upper Bench,</HI> on this &s;ide the Water.
Something in the hole (for it is filthy comming in, and wor&s;e getting out) is like the cu&s;tome of Conjurers and Witches, who are neer of blood to the Devill. For as <HI>Necromancers</HI> are &s;afe in their circles from the Spirits they rai&s;e up: &s;o the&s;e &s;onnes of blackne&s;&s;e and darkne&s;&s;e chalk out every night the <HI>dimen&s;ion</HI> of their undi&s;quieted lodgings, and lye in white inclo&s;ures, with never a rag over or under, which they undenyably &s;leep in; and that chalk is as dangerou&s;ly wip'd out, as that in the Cellar.
Soly in the&s;e Ivory beds our <HI>Knights</HI> of the <HI>Inner hole,</HI> as con&s;picuous, if you could &s;ee them, as the Knights Templars within their Iron Pali&s;adoes in monumentall &s;tone. And to &s;ay the truth, I know not which bodies are harder. If I were to chu&s;e a <HI>Perdue</HI>-man for my life, I would take him forth from the&s;e Probationers. And if he lie not <HI>&agrave; nocte in noctem,</HI> as clo&s;e as a Spaniell, or a Setting-Dogg, let him live on nothing but the quick provi&s;ions of his body, without the reliefe of the Almes|Basket for ever.</P>
<P>The whole place may be aptly called, a diminutive <HI>Babel,</HI> where are all Tongues &s;poken by per&s;ons in as great a confu&s;ion; every one is a <HI>builder,</HI> and every one <HI>ruin'd; lime, &s;and,</HI> and <HI>&s;tone,</HI> in the&s;e words are every day call'd for, <HI>viz.</HI> the <HI>Intere&s;t,</HI> the <HI>Principle,</HI> and <HI>Secu|rity:</HI> the&s;e are &s;poken, not under&s;tood and reply'd to.

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Here the <HI>Spaniard</HI> and the <HI>French</HI> lie lovingly together, and (whatever they do abroad) without the <HI>Popes</HI> inter|po&s;itions, are very well agreed. The <HI>Dutch</HI> and <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> tipple &s;toutly, and not a word here of <HI>Amboyna. Butter</HI> and <HI>Bacon</HI> being the great lo&s;&s;e on the <HI>German</HI> &s;ide, and <HI>twelve &s;hillings a Barrell with exci&s;e</HI> the joint griefe of them <HI>both.</HI> Want of mea&s;ure, and a &s;canted <HI>Summer,</HI> makes <HI>Van Helmont</HI> look, as if <HI>Duked' Alva</HI> were ro&s;e from a jugg pot to torment the <HI>Netherlands</HI> again.
Methinks when I &s;ee this Petite barrell of <HI>Hidleberge</HI> draining the Cellar of all its inundations, it puts me in mind, that the <HI>Contractors</HI> for the Fens in <HI>Lincoln&s;hire,</HI> are in a po&s;&s;ibility of more cur&s;es then ever; that is, that the work may go on. So then, the <HI>Epitome</HI> of the <HI>Uni|ver&s;e</HI> is a Pri&s;on. It is the All-Nation Office without a mi&s;take. It is the <HI>Babel,</HI> not of di&s;per&s;ion, but collection, and from all <HI>corners</HI> of the earth we meet in the hole.
It is an Ark of men, not of bea&s;ts: a Cage, not of birds, unle&s;&s;e of <HI>Tom Browns,</HI> and yet all the&s;e are taken. It is (to conclude) a net, but not of fi&s;h, unle&s;&s;e &s;ome &s;harks may nominate the whole. The Characteri&s;ticall Coun|&s;ell for this place is taken from a Grammar example.</P>
<P><HI>Redime te captum, quam queas minimo.</HI> Spend little, either in fooli&s;h words, or vain expences, and you will have the more for your creditors in the latter direction, and he will have the le&s;&s;e again&s;t you in the fir&s;t. So fare|well to the Character of the place, I would I could &s;ay &s;o to the place it &s;elfe.</P>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="part">
<HEAD>A Serjeant.</HEAD>
<P>A Serjeant is in one re&s;pect a Gentleman, for he wears a Man, or rather a Yeoman, a creature of a Spa|niell kind, who is at a rate to fetch and carry, when he hath found, he &s;pits in his mouth at the charge of the creditor, and dammage of his prey, which he mumbles 
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more roughly, then a water-Dogge a Duck. They are men-&s;etting-doggs, and are as oft beaten as rewarded.
The two Counters are their <HI>A&s;ylum</HI> and refuge&punc; where the Sheriffe is their <HI>Romulus:</HI> For tho&s;e walls like his, mu&s;t not be leapt over. In his own life he is a <HI>Libertine,</HI> and denies it to all others: &s;ixe daies in the week are for his own u&s;e, but the &s;eventh he hateth, becau&s;e of his own re&s;ting, and not arre&s;ting: Nothing on that day is a more deadly &s;ight to him, than a prey, that he in vain waited for on Saturday: He cur&s;es no Acts but one (and that was the mo&s;t noble) of &s;poyling his &s;port on Sundaies.
How&s;oever he may &s;eem to the publick Government, for you may mark him back and brea&s;t like a City Coach, he is an hypocrite, for he hath two faces, that is, his Yeoman, and his own; then he hath two carriages, one in his mouth, and another in his hand; he arre&s;ts you in the name of <HI>O. P.</HI> and out of hand with the mace of <HI>C. R.</HI> His Coat is party quartered, with the Harp and Cro&s;&s;e on the out&s;ide, and the Lyon, and Luces in the in&s;ide, without a <HI>Chri&s;to au&s;pice</HI> to this, or <HI>Honi Soit,</HI> or <HI>God with us</HI> to the other. His &s;tation is much like that of Wi&s;domes (in the <HI>Proverbs</HI>) in the <HI>corners of the &s;treets,</HI> where if he catch his prey, he is &s;traight-way upon the top of the hou&s;e. His fir&s;t device, after his ar|re&s;t, is his pri&s;oners credit, which for a while he will &s;mother, in &s;ome &s;moaky hou&s;e neer his Counter, which is all a Pri&s;on, but the name, and for the nature of it more unmercifull. Having hous'd you (for then he hath a hundred bu&s;ine&s;&s;es) he leaves you to his man leech (the Yeoman) who is to &s;uck you till the blood comes, and pumpe each &s;ide of you, to know what waters your poc|kets draw, if he finde your &s;ilver &s;ucker out of ca&s;e, and that you have no mettall men to mend it (that is a friend at Maw) he is in &s;uch ha&s;t to go to his Serjeant, as if the Devill drove him. In &s;hort, they will after a five &s;hillings draining of Sack, be in plain tearmes with you, and 
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for &s;even &s;hillings a day, give you leave to lodge a &s;pit and a &s;tride of the Counter, which is the cheaper lodging of the two, and the le&s;&s;e offen&s;ive, by the want of their &s;ociety. In what Schooles of inhumanity they have been bred, I know not, but I conceive u'm to be in tuition to the fallen <HI>Angells,</HI> who with their own integrity, have put off all love to mankind.
Their Ambu&s;cadoes and blind &s;taires are no le&s;&s;e incentives to cruelty, being commonly &s;culking holes about the But|chers at all the barrs, or in Bea&s;t-markets, where with their brother Drovers, they drink till their own markets call them away. He is only qualified in <HI>Ro&s;e</HI>-Wine not water, and love the miter for the Sacks &s;ake: &s;ouc'd perchance in a charge|able pickle, you &s;hall have him more man, and rea&s;onable when he is dead drunk, and out of his &s;en&s;es. Then, and then only, the Yeoman is Ma&s;ter, by the politick di&s;tance of his place, kept &s;ober again&s;t his will: But for the unmercifull u&s;age of the next man, it were good to make man like Ma&s;ter, and &s;o adventure an e&s;cape (if you could) into Pri&s;on, and leave them for the reckoning: It would confound them in their hair-brain'd &s;earch more, then if they met the creditor that feed u'm, who with two brethren of their own coat, will bring them (if they have good fortune) at once to the pri&s;on, and their bail their own Pri&s;oners To conclude the men are of Gods making, and their own marring, their Office per|mi&s;&s;ive for a time till <HI>Doom&s;day,</HI> which they love, for the rea&s;on above&s;aid, alike with Sunday, becau&s;e it puts an end to all arre&s;ts; then perchance they may find the mercy of the <HI>Superiour Jayle,</HI> and the kind Officers thereof, who will put them into the hole (if it will hold u'm) where they &s;hall feed upon the fragments and alme&s;-basket of <HI>old Nick,</HI> and have hot dyet for their old charity in <HI>&s;<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">cula &s;eculorum.</HI></P>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="part">
<HEAD>A Character of a true Friend.</HEAD>
<P><HI>AMicus certus in rein certa cernitur.</HI> Is a <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="2 letters">re friend to a fa&s;t friend In one who vi&s;its you in pri&s;on, &amp; labours to helpe you out: &s;pends more money then &s;ighs, is &s;orry for your misfortune, but more &s;orry for his owne, that he &s;hould not alone be able to doe all for you. Hates &s;uper faetation in Cur|te&s;ies 
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as in conceptions: which makes him a <HI>Pythagorean</HI> to the &s;tory of your mi&s;chance, for feare of the danger of Scoggins wifes tale, which made a &s;ecret the fable of the whole Townes.</P>
<P>He doth untie his pur&s;e for you, and bind him&s;elfe. He gives Phy&s;ick of two natures, <HI>Opening</HI> as to your per&s;on which by his &s;ecurity he unlocks. And Lenitives and Domul&s;ives to your Creditors. He is his friends <HI>Icon Antop&s;icon,</HI> the <HI>m r. h r and looking la&s;&s;e</HI> whereby he dre&s;&s;es him&s;elfe, and makes addre&s;&s;es to others, nay, his eyes too, whereby he lookes a|broad.
He is the Clubbe and the Hercules, his re&s;cuer and defender his Lyons skinne to inwrapp him, and the Pillars to prop him. He is <HI>a Crowne&punc;</HI> not of Thornes, to his <HI>Deare head.</HI> The Oyle, not Vinegar to his wound. He is more practi&s;e then Coun&s;ell, more <HI>Samaritan</HI> then <HI>Levite,</HI> more learning then <HI>Scribe.</HI> He is in his per&s;on a Phy&s;itian, in his practi&s;e a Chri&s;tian. The &s;econd Edition of <HI>Religio Medici,</HI> and the fir&s;t of <HI>Practi&s;e of Piety.</HI> He is true beyond the <HI>Oath of Hippocra|tes,</HI> and takes not only care for the <HI>Bene e&s;&s;e,</HI> or &s;tate of your body, but your per&s;onall &s;tate. He is a <HI>Civilian</HI> in <HI>Galens capp,</HI> a <HI>Littleton</HI> with an Urinall. He gives a <HI>Gly&s;ter</HI> to the <HI>Law,</HI> when it is too co&s;tive, and he lets it blood before the <HI>Calenture</HI> of an <HI>Execution.</HI> He is <HI>Galenus,</HI> as to his <HI>dat opem</HI> and <HI>dat opes,</HI> which is all one with him, hee gives both <HI>Do&s;e</HI> and <HI>Fee.</HI> Hee is <HI>Ju&s;tinian</HI> in his civill re&s;pect and honour of you. Hee is of all you but bones, which hee will take off, though he &s;hackle him&s;elfe.</P>
<P>His Originals are <HI>&egrave; familia Redemptionis:</HI> and his ri&s;e and procedure of the hou&s;e of Medices.</P>
<Q><L>Uivas ut per te alii vivant,</L>
<L>vt ego valeam vale.</L>
<L>Scr<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">ptum in per&s;onaunius ad plurimos magni (licet hic nullius) nominis Medicos.</L></Q>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="part">
<HEAD>A Friend in a Corner, or helple&s;&s;e Friend.</HEAD>
<P>IS one of a ju&s;t and true <HI>Sympathy,</HI> yet wants the <HI>Powder,</HI> who feeles the wound he cannot &s;earch, he does not make &s;curvy faces, and wor&s;e &s;hruggs, and &s;ay hee is under a <HI>vow,</HI> 
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(that is, to doe no good for any man) but inwardly mourns, and condemnes that condition&punc; which him&s;elfe cannot helpe to tho&s;e that can: He prayes for all <HI>pri&s;oners and captives,</HI> but hath not &s;o done with them. Mo&s;t men will turne them <HI>over to God,</HI> but he doth not leave u'm till by Gods &s;tewards hee have recommendation from heaven. He is too pittifull to cen&s;ure, and &s;o let his judgements devoure his mercy: he lookes upon the mi&s;ery, not the meanes, how it came about, upon the wounded man, and does not condemne him for riding without a &s;word, or lo&s;ing his way or his company He is afraid in <HI>that,</HI> of being a greater robber then the <HI>Thiefs,</HI> to take away <HI>reputation</HI> is higher felony then to <HI>&s;teal</HI> clothes, or <HI>pick a pur&s;e:</HI> He is a friend in a corner <HI>in earne&s;t,</HI> for hee dare not &s;hew his head in the Street: he dare fight the whole Serjeantry and yeomanry in the <HI>open <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">ield,</HI> but is afraid to meet a man of the&s;e <HI>in the Citty.</HI> He is a <HI>Sunday</HI> vi&s;iter and prayes all the weeke, hee is indeed (except the place) your fel|low pri&s;oner for &s;ix dayes, and onely bayl'd on the fir&s;t day of the weeke. He is heartily &s;orry for you, and in feare for him|&s;elf, that <HI>that</HI> one day (wherein hee may &s;erve you) may be taken from him. Hee is the goad of the fatt Bulls of our <HI>Ba&s;an,</HI> and the whipp to the D<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">ll friend&s;hip of the Age, which he drives only upon that day, when all other markets are not &s;uffer'd. He is in a corner too really of his friends heart, whence it is a impo&s;&s;ible to remove him, as for the other to remove his affection. So that impri&s;on'd to each other (more then for another) they are mutually bound <HI>to</HI> another, though not <HI>for,</HI> and &s;tand ingaged Soule for Soule, though not body for body.</P>
<P>Farewell till we come to light.</P>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 TYPE="questions">
<HEAD>Certaine Quaeries, very u&s;efull in their re|&s;olve<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">, and Antidoticall to tho&s;e in Pri&s;on.</HEAD>
<DIV3 TYPE="query">
<P><HI>WHether Jo&s;eph, Paul and other holy men before or af|ter their Impri&s;onments might owe any money or no?</HI></P>
<P><HI>Aff.</HI> For <HI>Jo&s;eph,</HI> it is very probable he did, or el&s;e hee was &s;hrewd put to it, for his Brethren tooke away his Coat from off his back, and tho&s;e who would doe &s;o, would not leave 
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him one penny in his pur&s;e; then they &s;old him to the <HI>I&s;hmae+lites</HI> for money, but it is not expre&s;&s;ed that they gave him one farthing of the purcha&s;e, &s;o that it is plaine, that he was in a borrowing condition. Now the &s;onne of a <HI>Patriarch</HI> would not <HI>&s;teale,</HI> nor &s;hould the <HI>&s;eed</HI> of the faithfull <HI>begge their bread; quid medium?</HI> then he mu&s;t needs borrow and if borrow, owe, and (<HI>rebus &s;ic &s;tantibus</HI>) is not able to pay.</P>
<P>Secondly he was a <HI>Divine,</HI> which is a <HI>vates</HI> originally, and to this very day that <HI>Tribe</HI> hath little or no chink.</P>
<P>Thirdly, Que&s;tionle&s;&s;e the Butler and Baker both lent him money, for he would not &s;ell Gods gift of Divination as &s;ome doe, and make a Trade of Nativities, (a guift not of the &s;ame Doner.) Then by the event of that expo&s;ition of their Dreams. He de&s;ired the Butler to remember him when the effects of his augury made him great, which re|membrance was not for nothing.</P>
<P N="4">4. All Commentators do conclude, that the afflictions of <HI>Jo&s;eph,</HI> that is the Church, and adherents to it, are many, but want of mony a chief one.</P>
<P N="5">5. <HI>Jeremiah</HI> was in &s;uch want, that he had not bread to put in his head. And <HI>El<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">ah</HI> was &s;o put to it for &s;u&s;tenance, that a <HI>Raven,</HI> was &s;ent to feed him: it falls out contrary with me, whom two <HI>black-Coats</HI> endeavour to &s;tarve.</P>
<P N="6">6. <HI>Paul</HI> was in debt, and for a <HI>Brother</HI> bound body for body (<HI>vide locum</HI>) and paid the money, and &s;ued not the Counter-bond.</P>
<P N="7">7. <HI>Peter</HI> confe&s;&s;ed openly, <HI>Silver and Gold have I none.</HI> Now 'tis a <HI>Catholick</HI> and <HI>Primitive quality</HI> (ever before U&s;u|ry came into the Church, and the power of lending) to want mony.</P>
<P>Now fir&s;t may be replyed, 'tis ju&s;t to lend, and as ju&s;t to have ones own again&punc; <HI>The mercifull man lendeth,</HI> that is, freely (Brother) not with intere&s;t. <HI>The wicked borroweth, and payeth not again</HI> (a hard piece of P&s;alm that.)</P>
<P><HI>An&s;wer&punc;</HI> to pay, is either punctuall and preci&s;e, which is called in Scriveners phra&s;e, Keep touch, that is, to a day; Or it is large, and at long run (a word now ob&s;olet, and out of the Notaries under&s;tanding, e&s;pecially good liking) it was in the Primitive times, When God &s;hall enable me, as fa&s;t as 
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indu&s;try, and ingenious waies &s;hall accommodate him. In this latter and more liberall &s;en&s;e, every one mu&s;t pay his debts, or el&s;e he is an Infidell; but for the circum&s;tance of the day, <HI>vide Rob. Randall, </HI>in Epigram<HI> de Aere alieno.</HI>
 <Q><L>Vid. Cen&s;uram <HI>Imperat. Ju&s;tin.</HI> de Impo&s;&s;.</L>
<L>Nec Cae&s;ari, nec Alexandro licebit numerare</L>
<L>Pecuniam, ante receperint (<HI>haec &s;ufficiunt.</HI>)</L></Q></P>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="2" TYPE="query">
<HEAD>Quaerie the &s;econd.</HEAD>
<P><HI>Whether one</HI> Chri&s;tian <HI>may arre&s;t another, as is u&s;ual in</HI> New <HI>and</HI> Old England. <HI>Aff.</HI> As to my &s;elfe, there is <HI>evidentia facti,</HI> it is done, nor will I di&s;pute the <HI>fieri debuit</HI> of it. Let the Creditors examine their own &amp; my nece&s;&s;ities, and judge of the equality.</P>
<P>Fir&s;t, I &s;ay, (and yet it is not ob&s;erved) that in <HI>Turky,</HI> under an <HI>Anti-Chri&s;tian Prince,</HI> it is <HI>contra</HI>-Apo&s;tolick coun&s;el to do &s;o.</P>
<P>Now we are all Chri&s;tians, (God be thanked) and fellow &s;ufferers (God be prai&s;ed) and may &s;ue one another to the end of the Chapter.</P>
<P>But all generall rules have &s;ome exception. Therefore in ca&s;e thy Brother be not worth a groat, throw no more mony away upon him.</P>
<P N="2">2. If he de&s;ire mercy, &s;hew as little as you can, becau&s;e as you mete, &s;o it &s;hall be mea&s;ured to you.</P>
<P N="3">3. Take heed of your &s;uppo&s;ed friend, the Gaol, le&s;t that which you imagine is your politick compul&s;ory for the debt, do not poy&s;on the debtor, and &s;o <HI>actio moritur cum per&s;ona.</HI> that is a <HI>habeas Corpus</HI> that will <HI>exanimate</HI> a creditor. But to prevent &s;uch a Gho&s;tline&s;&s;e in mine, I <HI>remov'd</HI> to better air, that I might &s;o pre&s;erve my &s;elfe to be their fa&s;t friend:
Wherefore in &s;uch a ca&s;e take &s;omewhat, and work not for a dead hor&s;e.</P>
<P N="4">4. In <HI>New England,</HI> if your e&s;tate will reach to it, you mu&s;t pay as far as it will go, take what you can finde after eight years &s;eque&s;tration, there is &s;carce a &s;weep left for a Kite.</P>
<P N="5">5. In old <HI>England</HI> they make over their E&s;tates to defraud 
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their Creditors. The E&s;tate I had was an Office (<HI>durante vit&acirc;</HI>) would he were whipp'd that made it over.</P>
<P N="6">6. I but your wife may have &s;omething (God forbid el&s;e)
but there's a rea&s;on for that, before this of Creditors, the provi&s;ons of &s;o neer a relation (not being counted cheats)
but Law, and Joyntures, and Matrimoniall &s;ettlements (even in <HI>his duris temporibus</HI>) have e&s;caped others-gate clutches, then <HI>Creditors.</HI> In fine, all Ca&s;ui&s;ts count it lawfull, under the arre&s;t of two friends, to be his <HI>Wives Almes-man,</HI> his <HI>Creditors</HI> day-labourer; that is, to keep your &s;elfe from &s;tir|ring in the fir&s;t place: and in the next to di&s;charge a good con&s;cience to others. So I do arre&s;t this que&s;tion, and for the pre&s;ent lay it up with me in <HI>Superiori (ut loquuntur) Banco.</HI></P>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 N="3" TYPE="query">
<HEAD>Querie the third.</HEAD>
<P>WWhether it is more proper or convenient to a Pri&s;oner to <HI>&s;ing P&s;almes,</HI> or <HI>drinke Sack?</HI> Ad partes.</P>
<P>I &s;ay fir&s;t, the Query was ill put, and it was ill done to put any difference betwixt Sack and P&s;almes, the two great cordialls and con&s;olatories of human nece&s;&s;ities &s;hould be kept in inviolable friend&s;hip, they are like man and wife, not to be &s;eparated <HI>under a cur&s;e</HI> (nay not in Pri&s;on the&s;e)
This indeed (beyond Saint <HI>Pauls</HI> di&s;pen&s;ation) does without mutuall con&s;ent, re&s;train, and interpo&s;e betwixt tho&s;e in|clo&s;ed pairs: But by P&s;almes they &s;ing them&s;elves together, and by Sack keep up the tune. Now whether the <HI>Hymn</HI> &s;hould precede, or the <HI>Hymenaeal,</HI> there's the point. Where|fore to reconcile the&s;e two &s;eeming different Si&s;ters, like the two Univer&s;ities, I will &s;ay only this. <HI>Di&s;tingue tempora et &s;ummus eris, &amp;c.</HI> as the Schoole &s;aies, <HI>In &s;en&s;u divi&s;o, non compo&s;ito.</HI></P>
<P>As for example. Before the Sermon, even in a Pri&s;on, and &s;o after, a P&s;alm is mo&s;t proper, though Sack to the <HI>Mini&s;ter</HI> (for &s;pirituall Corroboration) is very comfortable, both be|fore and after, if it exceed not the Church-Wardens pinte.</P>
<P>But if the Pri&s;oner came lately from his obdurate <HI>Creditor,</HI> or be in the <HI>Collar,</HI> or at his <HI>&s;hort commons,</HI> then to call the P&s;alme of <HI>All people,</HI> were the next way to leave the poor 
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man never a bit. Therefore I doe mo&s;t peremptorily conclude, that a <HI>P&s;alm</HI> is not any way needfull at &s;uch a time, or a very long Grace, for fear of a neighbour thief with a &s;horter.
Sack then (if you had it) is mo&s;t proper, and according to the rules of Phy&s;ick, very di&s;ge&s;tive: but <HI>we pre&s;cribe rules, not mony,</HI> you mu&s;t <HI>recipe</HI> of that <HI>Q. S. e'en where you plea&s;e.</HI> And for your Apothecary, we come in again, go to the <HI>Mi|ter,</HI> the <HI>halfe Moon, Sun,</HI> or the <HI>Devill,</HI> if it be not too chargeable with a waiter to go &s;o farre.</P>
<P>According to the practice of that admirable Phy&s;ician, Doctor <HI>Butler,</HI> and prime Grobian of that faculty, and the Sectaries of that opinion, there is hardly any room for <HI>P&s;almes,</HI> at any time of the day: For <HI>ter in Die</HI> (that is <HI>quo|tidie</HI>)
Sack is pre&s;cribed, that is, <HI>ante caenam</HI> (which we render according to our Engli&s;h way of eating) before dinner:
Then <HI>in ip&s;o prandio,</HI> that is in the moment of dinner, though not in the moment of eating, unle&s;&s;e you eat, <HI>more Senatorio,</HI> like an Alderman, and then you may put <HI>Sack</HI> into <HI>Cu&s;tards</HI> and <HI>mince Pies;</HI> or el&s;e <HI>more bonorum &s;oc.</HI> and &s;o put Claret into your Surloyn of Beef, and &s;o the ca&s;e varies. Then third|ly, which is the &s;umme of all the bu&s;ine&s;&s;e, and (unto which few Pri&s;oners can arrive) it is allowed, and <HI>perpetuall proba|tum</HI> upon it, that <HI>Sack</HI> (without <HI>Fal&s;taffs</HI> di&s;covery of Lime in it) is to be taken <HI>po&s;t prandium</HI> likewi&s;e, without limitation; 'tis <HI>Putlers</HI> ca&s;e, and I will not contend in <HI>Sack</HI> with &s;o eminent a <HI>Doctor.</HI></P>
<P>I &s;hall not make any long and tedious deci&s;ion of this &s;cruple (having at this time a cold) which makes me unca|pable of balling or &s;inging either, and requires more appo|&s;itely &s;ome butter'd Sack. But notwith&s;tanding I &s;hall not be &s;way'd <HI>in deteriorem partem</HI> in my conclu&s;ion, by any per&s;onall partiality, and bodily inclinations. I &s;ay therefore, as it was an&s;wered to me, &s;crupling, whether he &s;hould be&s;t call the Lords day (for that name did not reli&s;h him) <HI>Sabba|oth</HI> or <HI>Sabboth?</HI> friend, you may <HI>Say-both.</HI> So as for <HI>Sack</HI> and <HI>P&s;alms,</HI> &s;ing not the 119 P&s;alm, for that is too long a con&s;cience, unle&s;&s;e thou art arre&s;ted for the Hebrew Al|phabet.
Nor drink a Runlet of Sack, unle&s;&s;e thy grief be &s;o bigge, that thou mu&s;t venter to break thy belly, or thy heart will break.</P>
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The <HI>wi&s;e&s;t of Kings</HI> allowed Sack to a &s;ad heart, even to a very plentifull do&s;e, for he advi&s;es to drink untill <HI>a man forget his &s;orrow,</HI> which will hardly be done by a halfe pint.</P>
<P>A little wine is pre&s;cribed in the per&s;on of <HI>Timothy</HI> to the whole Clergy, &s;o that wine taken in a <HI>moderate way</HI> (not &s;o <HI>uberiou&s;ly</HI> as to quarrells, talking of Divinity beyond our capacity, or going into the hou&s;es of the women in the &s;treets)
is <HI>Canonicall.</HI></P>
<P>P&s;almes are as <HI>authentick</HI> by the practi&s;e of <HI>Paul</HI> and <HI>Si|las,</HI> who by that rare Church Mu&s;ick (for they knew not <HI>Hopkins</HI> and <HI>Sternhold</HI>) &s;ung them&s;elves out of the Pri&s;on, &amp; the Pri&s;on into a <HI>Church,</HI> which the &s;inging P&s;almes of our daies do not bring about. But this younger Si&s;ter of &s;ingle vowes hath &s;ung out that elder of In&s;truments. <HI>So</HI> that to &s;ing P&s;almes with <HI>Paul</HI> and his <HI>Brother S<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">las</HI> is not permit|ted to any Pri&s;oners now, tho&s;e extraordinary gifts cea&s;ing with their per&s;ons, and but for a time re&s;iding on them|&s;elves, for the time came when <HI>Paul</HI> under the per&s;ecution of <HI>Nero</HI> &s;ung his own Dirge, and &s;o to execution.</P>
<P>To conclude to my fellow-Pri&s;oners, of <HI>P&s;almes</HI> you may have plenty, u&s;e more of them, of <HI>Sack</HI> you &s;eldome have e|nough, u&s;e le&s;&s;e; but of every lift of the hand to the head, have an <HI>I lift my heart to thee,</HI> and it is well enough: When you are in the mid&s;t of your mirth, forget not that you mu&s;t re|turn to &s;it down by the <HI>waters of Babylon;</HI> and if you would have le&s;&s;e of <HI>Meribah,</HI> drink le&s;&s;e of the <HI>Merum:</HI> But drink &s;ome, &s;omething proportionable to the allay of your con|dition, for fear your turning wholly <HI>Rechabites</HI> (refu&s;ers of the <HI>Creature-comfort</HI>) &s;hould lap&s;e into <HI>Ichabods,</HI> and die the &s;onnes of de&s;perate &s;orrow and di&s;con&s;olation: which <HI>Deus avertat,</HI> and &s;o I put an end to the&s;e <HI>Queries,</HI> would I could as &s;oon to your <HI>Ceremonies.</HI></P>
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