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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<HEAD>Upon the COALPITS about NEWCASTLE upon <HI>Tine.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>_ENGLAND</HI>'s a perfect World; has <HI>Indies</HI> too.</L>
<L>Correct your Maps; <HI>Newca&s;tle</HI> is <HI>Peru.</HI></L>
<L>Let th'haughty <HI>Spaniard</HI> triumph, 'till 'tis told</L>
<L>Our &s;ooty Mineralls purify his Gold.</L>
<L>This will &s;ublime and hatch th'abortive Oare</L>
<L>When the Sun tires, and Starres can do no more.</L>
<L>No Mines are current unrefin'd and gro&s;&s;e:</L>
<L>Coals make the Sterling, Nature but the Dro&s;&s;e.</L>
<L>For Metalls (<HI>Bacchus</HI>-like) two Births approve,</L>
<L>Heav'n's heat's the <HI>Semele,</HI> and ours the <HI>Jove.</HI></L>
<L>Thus Art doth poli&s;h Nature; 'tis her Trade:</L>
<L>So every Madame has her Chamber-maid.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Who'd dote on Gold? a thing &s;o &s;trange and odde,</L>
<L>'Tis mo&s;t contemptible when made a God.</L>
<L>All &s;innes and mi&s;chiefs thence have ri&s;e, and &s;well.</L>
<L>One <HI>Indies</HI> more would make another Hell.</L>
<L>Our Mines are innocent, nor will the North</L>
<L>Tempt poor Mortality with too much worth.</L>
<L>They'r not too precious; rich enough to fire</L>
<L>A Lover, yet make none Idolater.</L>
<L>The moderate value of our guiltle&s;&s;e Oare</L>
<L>Makes no man Athei&s;t, nor no woman Whore.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Yet why &s;hould hallow'd <HI>Ve&s;ta</HI>'s glowing &s;hrine</L>
<L>De&s;erve more honour then a flaming Mine?</L>
<L>The&s;e pregnant Wombs of Heat would fitter be</L>
<L>Then a few Embers, for a Deity.</L>
<L>Had he our Pits, the <HI>Per&s;ian</HI> would admire</L>
<L>No Sun, but warm's Devotion at our Fire.</L>
<L>Hee'd leave the trotting Whip&s;ter, and prefer</L>
<L>This profound <HI>Vulcan</HI> 'bove that Wagoner.</L>
<L>For, wants he Heat or Light? would he have &s;tore</L>
<L>Of both? 'tis here: and what can Suns give more?</L>
<L>Nay, what's that Sun, but (in a different name)</L>
<L>A Coal-pit Rampant, and a Mine on Flame?</L>
<L>Then let this Truth reciprocally run,</L>
<L>"The Sun's Heav'n's Coalery, and Coals our Sun.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
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<L>A Sun that &s;corches not, lock'd up i'th' Deep;</L>
<L>The Bandog's chain'd, the Lion is a&s;leep.</L>
<L>That tyrant Fire, which uncontroll'd doth rage,</L>
<L>Here's calm and hu&s;h'd, like Bajazet i'th' Cage.</L>
<L>For in each Coal-pit there doth (couchant) dwell</L>
<L>A muzzled <HI>Aetna,</HI> and an innocent Hell.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Kindle the Cloud, you'l Lightning then de&s;cry,</L>
<L>Then will a Day break from the gloomy sky:</L>
<L>Then you'l unbutton though <HI>December</HI> blow,</L>
<L>And &s;weat i'th' mid&s;t of Iceicles and Snow:</L>
<L>'Tis Dog-dayes then at Chri&s;tma&s;&s;e: thus is all</L>
<L>The Year made <HI>June</HI> and Aequinoctiall.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>If Heat offend, our Pits afford us Shade.</L>
<L>Thus Summer's Winter, Winter Summer made.</L>
<L>What need we Baths? what need we Bowre or Grove?</L>
<L>A Coal-pit's both a Venti-duct and Stove.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Such Pits and Caves were Palaces of old:</L>
<L>Poor Innes (God wot) yet in an Age of Gold.</L>
<L>And (what would now be thought a &s;trange De&s;ign)</L>
<L>To build a Hou&s;e, was then to Undermine.</L>
<L>People liv'd under ground: and happy dwellers,</L>
<L>Who&s;e joviall Habitations were all Cellars!</L>
<L>Tho&s;e Primitive times were innocent, for then</L>
<L>Man, who turn'd after Fox, but made his Den.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But &s;ee a Fleet of Rivals trim and fine,</L>
<L>To court the rich <HI>Infanta</HI> of our Mine!</L>
<L>Hundreds of grim <HI>Leanders</HI> dare confront,</L>
<L>For this lov'd <HI>Hero,</HI> the lowd <HI>Hellespont.</HI></L>
<L>'Tis an <HI>Armado</HI> Royall doth ingage</L>
<L>For &s;ome new <HI>Helen</HI> with this Equipage:</L>
<L>Prepar'd too (&s;hould we their Addre&s;&s;es barre)</L>
<L>To force their Mi&s;tre&s;&s;e with a ten-yeare's warre:</L>
<L>But that our Mine's a common Good, a Joy</L>
<L>Not made to ruine, but enrich our <HI>Troy.</HI></L>
<L>Thus went tho&s;e gallant Heroes of old <HI>Greece,</HI></L>
<L>(The <HI>Argonauts</HI>) in que&s;t o'th' Golden Fleece.</L>
<L>But O, the&s;e bring it with them, and con&s;pire</L>
<L>To pawn that Idole for our Smoak and Fire.</L>
<L>Silver's but Balla&s;t, this they bring a&s;hoar,</L>
<L>That they may trea&s;ure up our better Oare.</L>
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<L>For this they venture Rocks and Stormes, defy</L>
<L>All the extremities of Sea and Sky.</L>
<L>For the glad purcha&s;e of this precious Mould</L>
<L>Cowards dare Pirates, Mi&s;ers part with Gold.</L>
<L>Hence 'tis, that when the doubtfull Ship &s;ets forth,</L>
<L>The knowing Needle &s;till directs it North:</L>
<L>And Nature's &s;ecret wonder (to atte&s;t</L>
<L>Our <HI>Indies</HI> worth) di&s;cards both Ea&s;t and We&s;t.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>For 'tis not only Fire commends this Spring;</L>
<L>A Coal-pit is a Mine of every thing.</L>
<L>We &s;ink a <HI>Jack-of-all-trades</HI> Shop, and &s;ound</L>
<L>An inver&s;'d Bur&s;e, an Exchange under ground.</L>
<L>This <HI>Prot<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">us</HI>-earth converts to what you'd ha'ce;</L>
<L>Now you may weav't to Silk, then coyn't to Plate:</L>
<L>Or (what's a Metamorpho&s;is more dear)</L>
<L>Di&s;&s;olve it, and 'twill melt to <HI>London</HI> Beer.</L>
<L>For what&s;oe're that gawdy City boa&s;ts,</L>
<L>Each Moneth derives to the&s;e attractive Coa&s;ts.</L>
<L>We &s;hall exhau&s;t their Chamber, and devour</L>
<L>The Trea&s;ures of <HI>Guild-hall,</HI> the <HI>Mint,</HI> the <HI>Tower.</HI></L>
<L>Our <HI>Staiths</HI> their morgag'd Streets will &s;oon divide;</L>
<L><HI>Blathon</HI> owe <HI>Corn-hill, Stella</HI> &s;hare <HI>Cheap-&s;ide.</HI></L>
<L>Thus will our Coal-pit's Charity and Pity</L>
<L>At di&s;tance under-Mine and Fire the City.</L>
<L>Should we exact, they'd pawn their Wives, and treat</L>
<L>To &s;wap tho&s;e Coolers for our &s;overaign Heat.</L>
<L>'Bove Ki&s;&s;es and Embraces Fire controuls:</L>
<L>No <HI>Venus</HI> heightens like a Peck of Coales.</L>
<L><HI>Medaea</HI> was the Drudge of &s;ome old Sire,</L>
<L>And <HI>Ae&s;on</HI>'s bath a lu&s;ty Sea-coal Fire.</L>
<L>Chimneys are old men's Mi&s;tre&s;&s;es, there innes</L>
<L>A modern Dalliance with their meazled Shinnes.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>To all Defects the Coal-heap brings a Cure;</L>
<L>Gives Life to Age, and Raiment to the Poor.</L>
<L>Pride fir&s;t wore Cloaths; Nature di&s;daines Attire:</L>
<L>She made us Naked 'cau&s;e &s;he gave us Fire.</L>
<L>Full Wharfs are Wardrobes; and the Taylour's charm</L>
<L>Belongs to th' Collier, He mu&s;t keep us warm.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The quilted Alderman with all's Aray,</L>
<L>Finds but cold comfort on a Fro&s;ty day.</L>
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Girt, wrapp'd and muffled, yet with all that &s;tirr,</L>
<L>Scarce warm when &s;mother'd in his drouzy Furr.</L>
<L>Not proof again&s;t keen Winter's Batteryes,</L>
<L>Should he him&s;elf wear all's own Liveryes&punc;</L>
<L>But Chil-blains under Silver Spurrs bewailes,</L>
<L>And in embroider'd Buck-&s;kins blowes his Nailes.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Rich Meadowes and full Cropps are el&s;ewhere found;</L>
<L>We can reap Harve&s;t from our Barren ground.</L>
<L>The bald, parch'd Hills that circum&s;cribe our <HI>Tine,</HI></L>
<L>Are no le&s;&s;e fruitfull in their hungry Mine.</L>
<L>Their unfledg'd tops &s;o well content our Palats,</L>
<L>We envy none their No&s;egaies and their Sallads.</L>
<L>A gay, rank Soil (like a young Gallant) growes,</L>
<L>And &s;pends it &s;elf, that it may wear fine Cloaths.</L>
<L>Whil&s;t all its worth is to its back confin'd;</L>
<L>Ours weares plain Out-&s;ides, but is richly Lin'd.</L>
<L>Winter's above, 'tis Summer underneath;</L>
<L>A tru&s;ty <HI>Morglay</HI> in a Ru&s;ty Sheath.</L>
<L>As precious Sables &s;ometimes interlace</L>
<L>A wretched Searge, or Grogram Ca&s;&s;ock-ca&s;e.</L>
<L>Rocks own no Spring, are pregnant with no Showers;</L>
<L>Cry&s;tall and Gemms grow there in &s;tead of Flowers:</L>
<L>In &s;tead of Ro&s;es, Beds of Rubies &s;weet;</L>
<L>And Emeralds recompen&s;e the Violet.</L>
<L>Dame Nature, not (like other Madames) weares</L>
<L>(Where &s;he is bare) Pearls on her Brea&s;t or Eares.</L>
<L>What though our Fields pre&s;ent a Naked &s;ight?</L>
<L>A Paradi&s;e &s;hould be an <HI>Adamite.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Northern Lad his Bonny La&s;&s;e throwes down,</L>
<L>And gives her a Black Bagge for a Green Gown.</L>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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