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<NAME>Olivia Bottum</NAME>
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<DIV1 TYPE="title page">
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<P>FATHER Hubburds Tales: <HI>OR</HI> THE ANT, And the Nightingale.</P>
<P>LONDON Printed by T. C. for William Cotton, and are to be &s;olde at his Shop neare ad|ioyning to Ludgate. 1604.</P>
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<DIV1 TYPE="dedication">
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<HEAD>TO THE TRVE Generall Patron of all <HI>Mu&s;es, Mu&s;itians, Poets,</HI> &amp; <HI>Picture Drawers,</HI> Syr <HI>Chri&s;topher Clutch-Fi&s;t,</HI> Knighted at a very hard Peny-worth; nei|ther for eating <HI>Musk-millions, Hauchouis,</HI> or <HI>Caueare;</HI> but for a co&s;tlier Exployt, and a Hundred pound Feate of Armes; <HI>Oliuer Hubburd,</HI> brother to <HI>the Nine-wayting-Gentlewomen, the</HI> Mu&s;es, <HI>wi&s;heth the decrea&s;e of his Lands, &amp; the Encrea&s;e of his Legges, that his Calues may hang downe like Gama&s;hioes.</HI></HEAD>
<P>_MO&s;t Guerdonle&s;&s;e Syr Pin|ching. Patron, and the <HI>Mu&s;es</HI> bad Pay-mai&s;ter; Thou that owe&s;t for all the Pamphlets, Hi&s;tories, and Tran&s;lations, that euer hath bin Dedicated to thee, &s;ince thou wert one and twentie, &amp; could'&s;t make Water vpo~ thine owne Lands; but Beware, Sir, you cannot car|ry it away &s;o, I can tell you, for all your Cop|per-guilt Spurres, and your Brood of Feathers; for there are certaine Lyne-Sharkers, that haue cour&s;t the Countries to &s;eeke you out al|readie, and they nothing doubt but to find you here this <HI>Candelmas</HI> Tearme, which if it &s;hould fall out &s;o, (as I hope your Wor&s;hip is wi&s;er the~ to venture vp &s;o &s;oone to the Chambers of <HI>Lon|don</HI>) they haue plotted together, with the be&s;t Common Play-Plotter in England, to arre&s;t
<PB REF="3" MS="y">you at the <HI>Mu&s;es</HI> &s;ute (though they &s;hoote &s;hort of them) and to &s;et one of the Serfants of Poe|try, or rather the Poultry, to clawe you by the Back, who with one clap on your &s;houlder, will brui&s;e all the Taffaty to pieces; now what the matter is betweene you, you knowe be&s;t your &s;elfe, Syr; onely I heate, that they rayle again&s;t you in Booke-&s;ellers Shoppes very dreadfully, that you haue v&s;de them mo&s;t vn-knightly, in offering to take their Bookes, and would neuer returne &s;o much as would pay for the Couers; be&s;ide the Gilding too; which &s;tands them in &s;omewhat you know; and a yard &amp; a quarter of broad &s;ix-peny Riband, the price of that, you are not ignorant of your &s;elf, bicau&s;e you weare broad &s;hoo-&s;tring; and they cannot be per&s;wa|ded but that you pull the &s;trings off from their Bookes, and &s;o maintaine your &s;hooes all the yeare long; and think verily if the Booke be in Folio, that you take off the Parchment &amp; giue it to your Taylor; but &s;aue all the Gilding toge|ther, which may amount in time to gild you a a paire of Spurs withall; &s;uch are the mi&s;erable conceits they gather of you, becau&s;e you neuer giue the poore <HI>Mu&s;e</HI> &s;uckers a peny: wherefore if I might coun&s;ell you, Sir, the next time they came with their gilded Dedicatio~s, you &s;hould take the Bookes, make your men breake their Pates, then giue them ten Groats a piece, and &s;o driue them away.</P>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>Your Wor&s;hips, if you imbrace my Coun&s;el, Oliuer Hubburd.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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<HEAD>To the Reader</HEAD>
<P>_SHall I tell you what Rea|der (but fir&s;t &s;hould call you gentle, curteous, and wi&s;e, but ti's no matter, they're but foli&s;h words of cour&s;e, and better left out then Printed; for if you be &s;o, you need not be cald &s;o; and if you be not &s;o, there were Lawe again&s;t me for calling you out of your names) by <HI>Iohn</HI> of <HI>Powles Church-yard</HI> I &s;weare, and that oath will be taken at any Haberda&s;hers; I neuer wi&s;ht this Booke better fortune, then to fall into the hands of a true &s;pelling Prit|ter, and an hone&s;t minded Booke-&s;el|ler; and if hone&s;tie could be &s;olde by the Bu&s;hell like Oy&s;ters; I had rather haue one <HI>Bu&s;hell</HI> of hone&s;tie, then three of mo|ney.</P>
<P>Why I call the&s;e <HI>Father Hubburds Tales;</HI> is not to haue them cald in againe, as the Tale of <HI>Mother Hubburd,</HI> the worlde would &s;hewe litle iudgement in that y|faith: and I &s;hould &s;ay then <HI>plena &s;tultorum omnia;</HI> for I entreat here neither of Rag|ged
<PB REF="4" MS="y">Beares, or Apes; no, nor the lamen|table downefall of the olde wiues Plat|ters, I deale with no &s;uch Mettal: what is mirth in mee, is as harmele&s;&s;e as the quarter Iacks in Powls, that are vp with their Elbows foure times an houre, and yet mi&s;v&s;e no creature liuing: the verie bittre&s;t in me, is but like a Phi&s;ical Fro&s;t, that nips the wicked Blood a litle, and &s;o makes the whole Bodie the whole|&s;omer; and none can iu&s;tly except at me, but &s;ome riotous vomiting <HI>Kit,</HI> or &s;ome Gentleman-&s;wallowing <HI>Mol-kin;</HI> then to condemne the&s;e Tales following, becau&s;e <HI>Father Hubburd</HI> tels them in the &s;mal Sy&s;e of an <HI>Ant,</HI> is euen as much, as if the&s;e two words, <HI>God</HI> and <HI>Diuel,</HI> were Printed both in one line, to skip it ouer, and &s;ay that line were naught, becau&s;e the <HI>Diuel</HI> were in it; <HI>Sat &s;apienti;</HI> And I hope there be many wi&s;e men in all the Twelue Companie.</P>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>Yours, if you reade without &s;pelling or hacking<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> <HI>T. M.</HI></SIGNED></CLOSER>
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<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="4">
<HEAD>The Ant, and the Nightingale.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THe we&s;t-Seas Godde&s;&s;e in a crim&s;on Robe,</L>
<L>Her Temples circled with a currall wreathe,</L>
<L>Waighted her Loue, the lightner of Earths Globe,</L>
<L>The wanton winde did on her bo&s;ome breathe:</L>
<L>The Nimphs of Springs did hollowed water power,</L>
<L>What ere was cold, helpt to make coole her Bower.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And now the fiery Hor&s;es of the Sun</L>
<L>Were from their golden-flaming Car vatra<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">'de,</L>
<L>And all the Glorie of the day was done,</L>
<L>Saue here and there, &s;ome Light moone clouds in chac'de,</L>
<L>A partie-coloured-Canopie did &s;pread</L>
<L>Ouer the Sun and <HI>Thetis</HI> amorous bed.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Now had the Shepheards folded in their Flocks</L>
<L>The &s;weating Teemes v<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">coupled from their yoakes:</L>
<L>The wolfe &s;ought pray, and the &s;lie murdring Foxe</L>
<L>Attempts to &s;teale; fearele&s;&s;e of rurall &s;treakes</L>
<L>All bea&s;ts tooke re&s;t that liued by labouring toile,</L>
<L>Onely &s;uch tang'de as had delight in &s;poile.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Now in the Pathle&s;&s;e region of the Ayre,</L>
<L>The winged pa&s;&s;engers had left to &s;oa<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">:</L>
<L>Except the Bat and Owle who bode &s;ad care,</L>
<L>And <HI>Philomel</HI> that nightly doth deplore</L>
<L>In &s;olile-contenting times her change of &s;hape,</L>
<L>Wrought fir&s;t by per&s;idy and lu&s;t fall Rape.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB REF="5">
<L>This poore Mu&s;itian &s;itting all alone</L>
<L>On a greene Hawthorne, from the thunder ble&s;t:</L>
<L>Carolls in varied notes her antique mone,</L>
<L>Keeping a &s;harpned Brier again&s;t her bre&s;t:</L>
<L>Her innocence this watchfull payne doth take,</L>
<L>To &s;hun the Adder and the &s;peckled Snake.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The&s;e two like her old foe the Lord of <HI>Thrace,</HI></L>
<L>Regardle&s;&s;e of her dulcet changing &s;ong:</L>
<L>To &s;erue their owne hi&s;t haue her life in chace,</L>
<L>Vertue by vice is off<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ed endle&s;&s;e wrong:</L>
<L>Bea&s;ts are not all too blame, for now and then</L>
<L>We &s;ee the like-attempted among&s;t men.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Vnder the tree whereon the poore Bird &s;ate,</L>
<L>There was a bed of bu&s;ie toyling Ants,</L>
<L>That in their Sommer, winters comfort <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">at,</L>
<L>Teaching poore men how to &s;hun after want:</L>
<L>Who&s;e Rules if &s;luggards could be learnt to keepe,</L>
<L>They &s;hould not &s;tarue awake, ye cold a &s;leepe.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>One of the&s;e bu&s;ie brethren hauing donne</L>
<L>His daies true labour, got vpon the tree:</L>
<L>And with his litle nimble Legs did runne,</L>
<L>Plea&s;de with the hearing, he de&s;irde to &s;ee</L>
<L>What wondrous Creature Nature had compo&s;de,</L>
<L>In whom &s;uch Gratious Mu&s;ick was enclo&s;de.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB REF="5">
<L>He got too neare: for the mi&s;tru&s;tfull bird</L>
<L>Ge&s;t him to be a fpye from her knowne foe:</L>
<L>Su&s;pition argues not to heare a word,</L>
<L>What wi&s;eman feares not that's invr'de to woe?</L>
<L>Then blame not her, &s;he caught him in her beake,</L>
<L>About to kill him ere the worme could &s;peake.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But yet her mercy was aboue her heate,</L>
<L>She did not as a many &s;ilken men</L>
<L>Cald by much wealth, &s;mal wit, to Iudgement &s;eate,</L>
<L>Condemne at randome; but &s;he pittied then</L>
<L>When &s;he might &s;poile, wold great ones wold do &s;o,</L>
<L>Who often kill, before the cau&s;e they know.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>O if they would as did this litle Fowle,</L>
<L>Looke on their le&s;&s;er Captiues with euen Ruth:</L>
<L>They &s;hould not heare &s;o many &s;entencde, Howle,</L>
<L>Complayning Iu&s;tice is not friend to truth:</L>
<L>But they would thinke vpon this Antient <HI>Theame,</HI></L>
<L>Each Right extreame, is Iniury extreame.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Pa&s;&s;e them to mend, for none can them amend,</L>
<L>But heauens Leiftenant, and earths-Iu&s;tice King,</L>
<L>Sterne will, hath will; no great-one wants a friend,</L>
<L>Some are ordainde to &s;orrow, &s;ome to &s;ing;</L>
<L>And with this &s;entence let thy Griefes all clo&s;e</L>
<L>Who ere are wrongd are happier then their foes.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB REF="6">
<L>So much for &s;uch, now to the litle Ant</L>
<L>In the birds beake and at the point to die:</L>
<L>Alas for woe, friends in di&s;tre&s;&s;e are &s;cant,</L>
<L>None of his Fellowes to his helpe did hie:</L>
<L>They keepe them &s;afe, they heare and are afraid:</L>
<L>Tis vaine to tru&s;t in the ba&s;e numbers aide.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Onely him&s;elfe vnto him&s;elfe is friend,</L>
<L>With a faint voice his Foe he thus be&s;pake:</L>
<L>Why &s;eekes your gentlenes a poore wormes end?</L>
<L>O ere you kill, heare the excu&s;e I make:</L>
<L>I come to wonder, not to worke offence,</L>
<L>There is no Glorie to &s;poile Innocence.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Perchance you take me for a &s;oothing Spye,</L>
<L>By the &s;lie Snake or enuious Adder feede:</L>
<L>Alas I know not how to faine and lye,</L>
<L>Or win a ba&s;e Intelligencers meede,</L>
<L>That now are Chri&s;tians, &s;ometime Turks, then Iowes,</L>
<L>Liuing, by leauing Heauen for earthly Newes.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Tru&s;t me: I am a litle Emmet borne to worke,</L>
<L>Oft times a man, as you were once a maide:</L>
<L>Vnder the name of man much ill doth lurke,</L>
<L>Yet of poore me, you neede not be afraid:</L>
<L>Meane men, are wormes on whom the mightie tread,</L>
<L>Greatnes and &s;trength your Vertue iniured.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB REF="6" MS="y">
<L>With that &s;he opend wide her hornie bill,</L>
<L>The pri&s;on where this poore &s;ubmi&s;&s;ant lay:</L>
<L>And &s;eeing the poore Antlie quiu'ring &s;till:</L>
<L>Goe wretch, quoth &s;he: I giue thee life and way:</L>
<L>The worthy will not pray on yeelding things,</L>
<L>Pittie's infeoffed to the blood of Kings.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>For I was once, though now a featherde vaile</L>
<L>Couer my wronged bodie Queenelike clad</L>
<L>This downe about my neck was ear&s;t a Raile</L>
<L>Of Bi&s;&s;e imbrodered, fie on that we had</L>
<L>Vnthrifts and Fooles and wronged ones complaine,</L>
<L>Rich things were theirs, mu&s;t nere be theirs againe.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I was thou know'&s;t the Daughter to a King,</L>
<L>Had pallaces and plea&s;ures in my time:</L>
<L>Now mine owne &s;ongs I am enforc'd to &s;ing,</L>
<L>Poets forget me in their plea&s;ing rime,</L>
<L>Like chaffe they flie to&s;t with each windie breath,</L>
<L>Omitting my fore'&s;t Rape by <HI>Tereus</HI> death!</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But tis no matter: I my &s;elfe can &s;ing</L>
<L>Sufficient &s;traines to witne&s;&s;e mine owne worth:</L>
<L>They that forget a Queene, &s;ooth with a King,</L>
<L>Flatterie's &s;till barren, yet &s;till bringeth forth,</L>
<L>Their workes are dewes, &s;hed when the day is donne</L>
<L>But &s;uckt vp drie by the next morning Sunne.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB REF="7">
<L>What more of them? they are like <HI>Iris</HI> throne,</L>
<L>Commixt with many Colours in moy&s;t time:</L>
<L>Such lines portend what's in that circle &s;howne:</L>
<L>Cleare weather followes &s;howers in euery Clime,</L>
<L>Auerring no Progno&s;ticator lyes</L>
<L>That &s;ayes, &s;ome Great ones fall, their Riualls ri&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Pa&s;&s;e &s;uch for bubbles, let their bladder-pray&s;e</L>
<L>Shine and &s;inck with them in a moments change:</L>
<L>They thinke to ri&s;e, when they the Ri&s;er ray&s;e</L>
<L>But regall wi&s;edome knowes it is not &s;trange</L>
<L>For Curs to fawne, ba&s;e things are euer lowe,</L>
<L>The vulgar Eye feeds onely on the &s;howe.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>El&s;e would not &s;oothing Glofers oyle the Sonne,</L>
<L>Who, while his Father liude his Acts did hate:</L>
<L>They know all earthly day with man is donne</L>
<L>When he is circled in the Night of Fate,</L>
<L>So the decea&s;ed they thinke on no more,</L>
<L>But whome they iniurde late they now adore.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But there's a Manly Lion now can Rore,</L>
<L>Thunder more dreaded then the Lione&s;&s;e:</L>
<L>Of him let &s;imple bea&s;ts his ayde implore,</L>
<L>For he conceiues more, then they can expre&s;&s;e.</L>
<L>The vertuous Politick, is truly man,</L>
<L>Diuel, the Athei&s;t, Polititian.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB REF="7" MS="y">
<L>I ge&s;t thee &s;uch a one: but tell thy tale,</L>
<L>If thou be &s;imple as thou ha&s;t expre&s;t:</L>
<L>Doe not with Coyned words &s;et wit to &s;ale;</L>
<L>Nor with the flattring world v&s;e vay ne prote&s;t,</L>
<L>Sith man thou &s;ai&s;t thou wert, I prethee tell</L>
<L>While thou wert man, what mi&s;chiefs thee befell.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Prince&s;&s;e! you bid me buried cares reuiue,</L>
<L>Quoth the poore Ant: yet &s;ith by you I liue:</L>
<L>So let me in my daily labrings thriue,</L>
<L>As I my &s;elfe doe to your &s;eruice giue:</L>
<L>I haue bene oft a man, and &s;o to be,</L>
<L>Is often to be thrall to mi&s;ery.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But if you will haue me my mind di&s;clo&s;e,</L>
<L>I mu&s;t entreat you that I may &s;et downe</L>
<L>The tales of my black fortunes in &s;ad pro&s;e:</L>
<L>Rime is vneuen, fa&s;hiond by a Clowne:</L>
<L>I fir&s;t was &s;uch a one, I Tild the Ground,</L>
<L>And among&s;t Ruralls ver&s;e is &s;carcely found.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Well, tell thy tales: but &s;ee thy pro&s;e be good:</L>
<L>For if thou <HI>Euphuize</HI> which once was rare,</L>
<L>And of all Engli&s;h Phra&s;e the life and blood,</L>
<L>In tho&s;e times for the fa&s;hion pa&s;t compare,</L>
<L>Ile &s;ay thou borrowe&s;t, and condemne thy Stile:</L>
<L>As our new fooles, that count all following vile.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB REF="8">
<L>Or if in bitternes thou raile like <HI>Na&s;h,</HI></L>
<L>Forgiue me hone&s;t Soule, that tearme thy phra&s;e</L>
<L>Rayling, for in thy workes thou wert not ra&s;h,</L>
<L>Nor did&s;t affect in youth thy priuate prai&s;e:</L>
<L>Thou had&s;t a &s;trife with that <HI>Trigemini,</HI></L>
<L>Thou hurt&s;t not them, till they had iniurde thee.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thou wa&s;t indeed too &s;lothfull to thy &s;elfe,</L>
<L>Hiding thy better tallent in thy Spleene:</L>
<L>True &s;pirits are not couetous in pelfe,</L>
<L>Youths wit is euer ready quick and keene:</L>
<L>Thou did&s;t not liue thy ripened Autumne day,</L>
<L>But wert cut off in thy be&s;t blooming May.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>El&s;e had&s;t thou left as thou indeed ha&s;t left</L>
<L>Sufficient Te&s;t, though now in others Che&s;ts</L>
<L>T'improue the ba&s;enes of that humorous theft</L>
<L>Which &s;eemes to flow from &s;elfe-conceiuing Bre&s;ts:</L>
<L>Thy name they burie, hauing buried thee,</L>
<L>Drones eate thy Honnie, thou wert the true Bee.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Peace keepe thy Soule: And now to you Sir Ant,</L>
<L>On with your Pro&s;e, be neither rude nor ni&s;e,</L>
<L>In your di&s;cour&s;e let no Decorum want:</L>
<L>See that you be &s;ententious and conci&s;e,</L>
<L>And as I like the matter, I will &s;ing</L>
<L>A Canzonet to clo&s;e vp euery thing.</L>
</LG>
<PB REF="8" MS="y">
<P> With this, the whole Nea&s;t of Ants hearing their fellow was free from danger, like Comforters when Care is ouer, came with great thankes to harmeles <HI>Philomel,</HI> and made a Ring about her and their re&s;tored friend, &s;eruing in &s;tead of a dull Audience of Stinkards &s;itting in the Penny-Gal|leries of a Theater, and yawning vpon the Players, whil&s;t the Ant began to &s;talke like a three Quarter &s;harer, and was not afrayde to tell tales out of the villainous &s;choole of the world, where the Diuell is the Schoolemai&s;ter, and the V&s;urer the vnder V&s;her, the Schollers yong-dicing Land-lords, that pa&s;&s;e away three hundred Acres with three Dice in a Hand, and after the decea&s;e of &s;o much Land in mony, become &s;onnes &amp; Heires of Baudy-hou&s;es: for it is an ea&s;ie labour to finde Heires without Land, but a hard thing indeed, to finde Land without Heires: but for feare I in|terrupt this &s;mall Actor in le&s;&s;e then <HI>Decimo Sexto,</HI> I leaue, and giue the Ant leaue to tell his Tale.</P>
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<PB REF="9">
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<HEAD>THE ANTS Tale, when he was a <HI>Plough-man.</HI></HEAD>
<P>I Was &s;ometimes (mo&s;t cha&s;te Lady <HI>Nightingale,</HI> or rather Qu&eacute;ene <HI>Philo|mell</HI> the raui&s;ht) a browe melting hu&s;|band-man: to be man and hu&s;band, is to be a poore May&s;ter of many rich cares: which if he cannot &s;ubiect and k&eacute;epe vnder, he mu&s;t looke for euer to vndergoe as many mi&s;eries, as the houres of his yeares contain minutes &s;uch a man I was, and &s;uch a hu&s;band, for I was linked in marriage, my havings was &s;mall, and my meanes le&s;&s;e; yet charge came on me, ere I knew how to keepe it: yet did I all my indeuours had a Plough and Land to employ it: Fertill enough if it were manured, and for tillage, I was neuer held a Truant.</P>
<P>But my de&s;truction and the ruine of all painfull hu&s;hand-men about me, began by the prodigall downfall of my young Landlord, who&s;e father, grandfather, and great Grandfather for many Generations had bene Lords of the Towne wherin I dwelt, and many other Townes n&eacute;ere adioyning: to all which belonged fayre Commons for the comfort of the poore, libertie of fi&s;hing helpe of Fuell; by bru&s;h and vnderwood ne|uer deny<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> till the old deuourer of virtue, hone&s;tie and good Neighbourhood. Death had made our Landlord dance after his Pipe which is &s;o common, that euery one knowes the way though, they make &s;mall account of it. Well d<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">e he did, and as
<PB REF="10">&s;oon as he was laid in his Gra<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">e, the Bell might well haue towld for ho&s;pitality and good hou&s;ekeeping, for whether they fell &s;ick with him and died, and &s;o were buried. I know not but I am &s;ure in our towne they were neuer &s;eene &s;ince: nor that I can hear of in any other part; e&s;pecially about vs they are unpo&s;&s;ible to be found. Well, our Landlord being dead, we had his Heire gentle ynough and fayre conditioned, rather promi|&s;ing at fir&s;t his father's vertues, then the worlds villanies, but he was &s;o accu&s;&s;omed to wild and vnfruitfull company about the Court and <HI>London,</HI> (whither he was &s;ent by his &s;ober fa|ther to practi&s;e Ciuilitie and maners) that in the Country he would &s;carce k&eacute;epe,) till his father's body was layd in the cold Earth, but as &s;oone as the ha&s;tie funerall was &s;olemnized, from vs he po&s;ted, di&s;charging all his old father's &s;ervants (who&s;e Beards were euen fro&s;t bitten with Age) and was at|tended onely by a Monkey and a Mar<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">o&s;et; the one being an ill fac'&s;t fellow, as variable as New-fangle for fa&s;hions; the o|ther an imitator of any thing howeuer villanous; but vtterly de&s;titute of all goodnes: with this French Page and Italia|nate Seruingman, was our young Landlord onely waited on; and all to &s;aue charges in Seruingmen, to pay it out in Har|lots, and we poore men had newes of a farre greater expen&s;e within le&s;&s;e then a Quarter: for we were &s;ent for to <HI>London,</HI> and found our great Landlord in a litle Rooms about the <HI>Strand,</HI> who told vs, that whereas we had liued Tenants at will, and might in his forefathers days bene hourely turnd out, be putting on a better Con&s;cience to vs-ward, infanded to make vs lea&s;es for yeares; and for advice twixt him and vs, he had made choy&s;e of a Lawyer, a Mercer, and a Merchant, to whom he was much beholding, who that morning were ap|pointed to <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">ete in the Temple Church, Temple &amp; Church, both one in name, made vs hope of a holy m&eacute;eting; but there is an old prouerbe, <HI>The nearer the Church, the farther from God.</HI> To approve which &s;aying, we met the Mercer and the Mer|chant, that louing our Landlord or his land well, held him a great men in both their Books; &s;ome litle conference they had,
<PB REF="10">what the conclu&s;ion was, we poore men were not yet acquain|ted with, but being called at their lei&s;ure and when they plea&s;ed to think vpon vs; told vs, they were to dine together at the Horne in Fleet &s;treet, being a hou&s;e where their Lawyer re&s;or|ted: and if if we would there attend them, we &s;hould vnder|&s;tand matter much for our good and in the meane time they appointed vs n&eacute;ere the old Temple Garden to attend their Coun&s;ellor, who&s;e name was Mai&s;ter <HI>Pro&s;pero,</HI> not the great Rider of hor&s;e, for I heard there was once &s;uch a one, but a more cunning Rider, who had rid many men till they were more mi&s;erable then bea&s;ts and our ill hap it was to proue his Hackneys: well though the i&s;&s;ue were ill, on we went to awaite his Wor&s;hip, Who&s;e chamber we found that morning fuller of Clients, then I could euer &s;ee &s;uppliants to heauen in our poore pari&s;h Church, and yet we had in it three hundred hou&s;eholds: and I may tell it with reuerence, I neuer &s;aw more &s;ubmi&s;&s;ion done to God, then to that great Lawyer euery &s;ui|tor there offered gold to this gowned: Idol, &s;tanding bare hea|ded in a &s;harpt &s;et morning; for it was in booted, Michaelmas Terme and not a word &s;poke to him but it was with the bowing of the Body and the &s;ubmi&s;&s;ive flexure of the knee: &s;hort Tale to make, he was informed of vs, what we were, and of our coming vp; when with an iron looke, and &s;hrill voice, he be|gan to &s;peake to the riche&s;t of our number, euer and anon, yer|king out the word <HI>Fines,</HI> which &s;erued in&s;tead of a full point to euery Sentence.</P>
<P>But that word <HI>Fines</HI> was no fine word me-thought, to plea&s;e poore labouring hu&s;bandmen, that can &s;carce &s;weat out &s;o much in a twelue-month as he would demand in a twink|ling: at la&s;t to clo&s;e vp the lamentable Tragedy of vs Plough-men enters our young Landlord; &s;o metamorpho&s;ed into the &s;hape of a French Puppet, that at the fir&s;t we &s;tarted, and thought one of the Baboons had marched in, in man's Apparel, his head was dre&s;&s;ed vp in white Feathers like a Shuttle-Cock, which agreed &s;o well with his bigge&s;te, being nothing but Corke, <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 span"> of the Guard might very ea&s;ily haue to&s;&s;ed him with Battledoores, and made good &s;port with him in
<PB REF="11">his Maie&s;ties great Hall: his doublet was of a &s;trange Cut, and to &s;hew the fury of his humor, the collor of it ro&s;e vp &s;o hi<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> and &s;harp, as if it would haue cut his throate by day-light: his wings according to the fa&s;hion now, was as litle and deminu|tive as a Puritan's Ruffe, which &s;hewed he nere ment to flie out of <HI>England,</HI> nor <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 span"> exployt beyond Sea, but liue and die about <HI>London,</HI> though he b<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="3 letters"> in <HI>Finsburie:</HI> his Br&eacute;eches a wonder to &s;ee, were full as deepe as the middle of winter, or the Roade-way betw&eacute;ene <HI>London</HI> and <HI>Winche&s;ter,</HI> and &s;o large and wide withall, that I thinke within a Twelue-month, he might very well put all his lands in them; and then you may imagine they were big enough, when they would out-reach a thou&s;and Acres: Moreouer, they differed &s;o farre from our fa|&s;hiond-Ho&s;e in the Country, and from his fathers old Gas|coynes, that his backe part &s;&eacute;emed to vs like a Mon&s;ter: the Rolyle of the Br&eacute;eches &s;tanding &s;o lowe, that we coniecturds his hou&s;e of Office Sir Reuerence, &s;tood in his hams. All this while his French Monkey bore his Cloake of thr&eacute;e pounds a yard, linde cleane through with purple Veluet, which did &s;o dazle our coar&s;e Eyes, that we thought we &s;hould haue bene purblind euer after: what with the prodigall a&s;pect of that, and his glorious Rapier &amp; Hangers, all bo&s;t with Pillars of Golde, fairer in &s;howe then the Pillars in Powles, or the Tombes at <HI>We&s;tmin&s;ter:</HI> be&s;ide it drunke vp the price of all my plough-land in very pearle, which &s;tuck as thick vpon tho&s;e Hangers, as the white Meazells vpon hogs fle&s;h: When I had well viewde that gaie gawdy Cloake, and tho&s;e vnthrifty wa&s;tfull. Hangers, I muttered thus to my&s;elfs that is no Cloake for the Rayne &s;ure, nor tho&s;e no Hangers for <HI>Derick:</HI> when of a &s;ud|daine ca&s;ting mine eyes lower, I beheld a curious payre of Bootes of King <HI>Philips</HI> leather, in &s;uch artificall wrinckles, &s;ets and plea<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">s, as if they had bene &s;tarcht lately, and came new from the Laundre&s;&s;es, &s;uch was my ignorance and &s;imple ac|quaintance with the fa&s;hion: and I dare &s;weare my fellowes and neighbours here, are all as ignorant as my&s;elfe: but that which &s;truck vs mo&s;t into admiration, vpon tho&s;e fanta&s;tie all
<PB REF="11">Bootes, &s;tood &s;uch huge and wide tops which &s;o &s;wallowed vp his t<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="4 letters">s, that had be &s;worn as other Gallants did, this com|mon Oath would I might &s;inke <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> &amp; &s;tand, all his body might very well haue &s;unke downe, and been damned in his bootes. La&s;tly, he walked the chamber with &s;uch a pe&s;tilent Gingle, that his Spurs ouer &s;queaked the Lawyer, and made him reach his voice three notes: aboue his Fee: but after we had &s;pied the Rowles of his Spures, how we ble&s;t our&s;elves, they did &s;o much and &s;o far exc&eacute;ed the co~mpa&s;&s;e of our fa&s;hion, that they looked more like the forerunners of wheel-barrowes: thus was our young Landlord accoutred, in &s;uch a &s;trange and prodi|gall &s;hape, that it amounted to aboue two yeares rent in appa|rell. At la&s;t approach the Mercer and the Merchant, two nota|ble. Arch trade&s;-men, who had fitted my young Mai&s;ter in Clothes, whil&s;t they had clothed them&s;elves in his Acres, and mea&s;ured him out Veluet by the Thumbe, while&s;t they re|ceiued his R<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="4 letters">wes by handfuls: for he had not &s;o many yards in his &s;uit, as they had yards an hou&s;es bound for the Payment: which now he was forced to pa&s;&s;e ouer to them, or el&s;e all his Lauds &s;hould be put to their book, and to their for|feiting neck-ver&s;e: &s;o my you after <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 span"> his <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 span"> a Gentleman Penfiener, but his a Gentlman S<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="3 letters">|der a <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 span"> Mai&s;ter <HI>Bursebell,</HI> the Royall Scriue|ner, with Deeds, and Writings, hanged drawn and quartered for the purpo&s;e he was a Valiant Scribe I remember, his Pen lie mounted betweene his Ear like a Tower Gun, but not charg'd yet, till our yong Mai&s;ter's Patrimony &s;hot off which was &s;ome third part of an how<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> after: By this time the Law|yer, the Mercer, and the Merchant, were whi&s;pring and con|&s;ulting together, about the writings and pa&s;&s;age of the land, in very d&eacute;eps and &s;ober conference; but our Wi&s;e-acres all the while, as one regardle&s;&s;e of either land or mony, not hearkening or inqui&s;itiue after their &s;ubtill and politick deuices, held him|&s;elf very bu&s;ie about the burning of his Tobacco pipe (as there is no Gallant but bath a Pipe to burne about <HI>London</HI>) though we poore &s;imple men neuer heard of the name till that
<PB REF="12">time, and he might very fitly take Tobacco there, for the Law|yer and the re&s;t made him &s;moake already: but to haue noted the Api&s;h humor of him, and the fanta&s;ticall faces he coyed in the receiuing of the &s;moake, it would haue made your Ladi|&s;hip haue &s;ung nothing but merry Iigs for a twelue-month af|ter: one time. winding the Pipe like a Horne at the Pie-cor|ner of his mouth, which mu&s;t n&eacute;eds make him looke like a Sow-gelder, and another time &s;cruing his face like one of our Countrie Players, which mu&s;t n&eacute;eds make him looke like a foole; nay, he had at lea&s;t his dozen of Faces, but neuer a good one among&s;t them all: neither his fathers face, nor the face of his grandfather, but yet more wicked and riotous faces, then al the generation of him: now their priuie whi&s;prings and villai|nous Plots began to be drawne to a conclu&s;ion, when pre&s;ent|ly they cald our &s;moaky Landlord in the mid&s;t of his draught, who in a valiant humor da&s;ht his Tobacco-pipe into the chimney-corner: whereat I &s;tarted, and bekring his <HI>Marmo|&s;et</HI> to me, a&s;kte him if tho&s;e long white things did co&s;t no mo|ney: to which the &s;laue replied very proudly: Mony! Yes &s;irr<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">: but I tell th&eacute;e my Mai&s;ter &s;corns to haue a thing come twice to his mouth. Then (quoth I) I thinke thy Mai&s;ter is more choyce in his mouth, then in any member el&s;e: it were good if he v&s;ed that all his Body ouer, he would neuer haue n&eacute;ed as many gallants haue, of any &s;weating Phi&s;&s;ck. Sweating Phi|&s;ick replyed the <HI>Marmo&s;et,</HI> what may thy meaning be: Why, doe not you Plough men &s;weate too? Yes quoth I, mo&s;t of a|ny men liuing? but yet there is difference betw&eacute;ene the &s;weate of a Plough-man, and the &s;weat of a Gentleman, as much as betw&eacute;en your Mai&s;ters apparell and mine: for when we &s;weate the land pro&s;pers, and the Harue&s;t comes in: but when a Gen|tleman &s;weats, I wot how the g&eacute;ere goes then. No &s;ooner were the&s;e words &s;poken, but the <HI>Marmo&s;et</HI> had drawne out his Poniard halfe-way, to make a &s;howe of reuenge: but at the &s;mart voice of the Lawyer he &s;uddainly whipt it in againe. Now was our yong Mai&s;ter with one pen-full of Inck, doing a farre greater exployt then all his forefathers: for what they
<PB REF="12">were a purcha&s;ing all their life-time, he was now pa&s;&s;ing away in the fourth part of a minute: and that which many thou&s;and drops of his Grandfather's browes did painfully &s;triue for one drop now of a Scriueners Iack-horne did ea&s;ily pa&s;&s;e ouer. A da&s;h of a pen &s;tood for a thou&s;and Acres: how quickly they were da&s;ht in the mouth by our young Landlords prodigall fi&s;t, it &s;eemed he made no more account of Acres then of Acornes; then were we cald, to &s;et our hands for witne&s;&s;es of his folly: which we poore men did witne&s;&s;e too much already: and becau&s;e we were found ignorant in writing, and neuer practi&s;ed in that black Art, which I might very fitly tear me &s;o, becau&s;e it con|iur'd our young Mai&s;ter out of all? we were commanded as it were; to draw any marke with a pen which &s;hould &s;ignifie as much as the be&s;t hand that euer old <HI>Peter Bales</HI> hung out in the old Baily: to conclude, I tooke the pen fir&s;t of the Lawyer, and turning it ar&s;ie ver&s;ie, like no In&s;trument for a Plough-man our young&s;ter and the re&s;t of the Faction bur&s;t into laughter at the &s;implicitie of my fingering; but I not &s;o &s;imple as they laught me for, drew the picture of a knaui&s;h Emblem, which was, <HI>A Plough with the heeles vpward:</HI> &s;ignifing thereby, that the world was turnd vp&s;ide downe, &s;ince the de|cea&s;e of my old Landlord: all ho&s;pitality and good hou&s;ek&eacute;eping kicked out of doores, al thriftines and good hu&s;bandry to&s;t into the Ayre, Ploughs turnd into Trunks, and Corne into Apparell: then came another of our hu&s;band-men to &s;et his marke by mine, be holding the Pen cleane at the one &s;ide, towards the Merchant, and the Mercer, &s;hewing that all went on their &s;ides, drew the forme of an vnbridled Colt, &s;o wild and vnruly, that he &s;&eacute;emed with one foote to kick vp the earth and &s;poile the labours of many toyling Bea&s;ts, which was fitly alluded to our wild and vnbridled Landlord, which like the Colt could &s;tand vpon no ground, till he had no ground to &s;tand vpon.</P>
<P>The&s;e marks &s;et down vnder the &s;hape of &s;unplicity, were the le&s;&s;e markt with the eyes Of knauery: for they litle dreamed that we Plough-men could haue &s;o much Satyre in vs as to bite our young Landlord by the Elbow<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">: well this ended,
<PB REF="13">Mai&s;ter <HI>Bursebell</HI> the Calues-&s;kin Scriuener, was Royally handled, that is, he had a Royall put in his hand by the Mer|chant. And now I talke of Calues-&s;kin, tis great pittie, Lady <HI>Nightingale,</HI> that the &s;kins of harmle&s;&s;e and innocent Bea&s;ts, &s;hould be as In&s;truments to worke villainy vpon, entangling yong Nouices and fooli&s;h elder brothers which are caught like Woodcockes in the nette of the Law: ti's ea&s;ter for one of the greate&s;t Fowles to &s;lide through the lea&s;t hole of a nette, then one of the lea&s;t fooles, to get from the lappit of a Bond: by this time y^e &s;queaking Lawier began to re<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">terat y^e cold word <HI>Fines,</HI> which &s;truck &s;o chill to our hearts, that it made them as cold as our heeles, which were almo&s;t frozen to the floore with &s;tan|ding. Yea, quoth the Merchant and the Mercer, you are now Tenants of ours, all the right, title, and intere&s;t of this young Gentleman (your late Land lord) we are firmely po&s;&s;e&s;&s;ed of, as you your&s;elves are witne&s;&s;es: wherefore this is the conclu|&s;ion of our meeting, &s;uch <HI>Fines</HI> as Mai&s;ter <HI>Pro&s;pero</HI> here by the valuation of the land, &s;hall out of his proper iudgment al|lot to vs, &s;uch are we to demaund at your hands, therefore we refere you to him to wayte his an&s;were, at the Gentlemans be&s;t time and lea&s;ure; with that they &s;tifeled two or thr&eacute;e An|gels in the Lawyers right hand: right hand &s;aid I! which hand was that trows y&eacute;e? for it is impo&s;&s;ible to know which is the right hand of a Lawyer, becau&s;e there are but few Lawyers that haue right hands, and tho&s;e fewe make much of them: &s;o taking their leaues of my yong Landlord that was, and that neuer &s;hall be againe: away they marched heauier by a thou|&s;and Acres at their parting, then they were before at their m&eacute;eting. The Lawyer then turning his Iri&s;h face to vs-ward, willed vs to attend his wor&s;hip the next Tearme, when wee &s;hould further vnder&s;tand his plea&s;uree we poore &s;ouls thanked his wor&s;hip, and paid him his F&eacute;e out in Legs, when in &s;ight of vs, he embraced our yong Gentleman, (I thinke for a foole and gaue him many riotous in&s;tructions how to carry him&s;elf: which he was prompter to take, then the other to put into him, told him he mu&s;t acquaint him&s;elf with many Gallants of the
<PB REF="13">Innes of court, &amp; k&eacute;ep rank with tho&s;e that &s;pend mo&s;t alwaies wearing a bountifull di&s;po&s;ition about him, loftie and liberall: his lodging mu&s;t be about the <HI>Strand</HI> in any ca&s;e being remote from the Handi-craft cent of the Cittie; his eating mu&s;t be in &s;ome famous Tauerne, as the <HI>Horne,</HI> the <HI>Myter,</HI> or the <HI>Mer|maide,</HI> and then after dinner, he mu&s;t venture beyond &s;ea, that is, in a choi&s;e paire of Noble-mens Oares to the Bank-&s;ide, where he mu&s;t &s;it out the breaking vp of a Comedie, or the fir&s;t cut of a Tragedie; or rather (if his humour &s;o &s;erue him) to call in at the Black-fryers, where he &s;hould &s;ee a nea&s;t of Boyes, a|ble to raui&s;h a man. This &s;aid, our young Goo&s;e cap who was readie to embrace &s;uch coun&s;ell, thankt him for his fatherly ad|monitions, (as he termed them) and told him againe, that he &s;hould not finde him with the breach of any of them: (&s;wearing and prote&s;ting he would k&eacute;epe all tho&s;e, better then the ten Commandments: At which word he buckled on his Rapier and Hangers, his Monkey face ca&s;ting on his cloake by the booke: after an Api&s;h cong&eacute;e or two, pa&s;&s;ed downe &s;tayres with|out either word or nod to vs, his old fathers Tenants: Never|thele&s;&s;e, we followed him (like &s;o many ru&s;&s;et &s;eruing-men) to &s;&eacute;e the euent of all, and what the i&s;&s;ue would come too: when of a &s;udden he was encountred by a mo&s;t glorious &s;pangled Gal|lant, which we tooke at fir&s;t to haue bene &s;ome vp&s;tart Taylor, becau&s;e be mea&s;ured all his body with a &s;alutation, from the flow of the Dublet, to the fall of the Breeches: but at la&s;t we found him to be a very fanta&s;ticall Spunge, that licked vp all humours, the very Ape of fa&s;hions, ge&s;ture, and complement, one of tho&s;e indeed (as we learned afterward) that fed vppon yong Land-lords, ryotous &s;onnes and heires, till either he, or the Counter in Wood-&s;tr&eacute;ete had &s;wallowed them vp: and would not &s;tick to be a Bawd, or Pander to &s;uch young Gal|lants as our young Gentleman, either to acquaint them with Harlots, or Harlots with them, to bring them a whole dozen of Taffeta Punkes at a &s;upper, and they &s;hould be none of the&s;e common <HI>Molls</HI> neither, but di&s;contented and vnfortu|nate Gentlewoman, who&s;e Parents being lately decea&s;ed, the
<PB REF="14">brother ranne away with all the land, and the poore Squalles with a litle mony, which cannot hold out long without &s;ome commings in, but they will rather venture a Maidenhead then want a Head tyre: &s;uch Shuttle-cockes as the&s;e, which though they are to&s;te and played withall, goe like Maides all white on the top: or el&s;e decayed Gentlemens wiues, who&s;e hu&s;bands (poore &s;oules) lying for debt in the Kings. Bench, they goe about to make mon&s;ters in the Kings-head Tauerne: for this is a generall Axiom: all your luxurious plots are alwayes begun in Tauernes, to be ended in vauting hou&s;es, and after &s;upper when fruite comes in, there is &s;mall fruite of hone&s;tie to be loo|ked for: (For you know that the eating of the Apple, alwayes betokens the fall of <HI>Eue</HI>) Our prodigall childe accompanied with this &s;oaking Swaggerer and admirable Cheater, (who had &s;upt vp mo&s;t of our heires about <HI>London,</HI> like pocht|egges) &s;lips into White Fryers Nunnery, whereas the report went, he kept his mo&s;t delicate Drab, of thr&eacute;e hundred a yeare: &s;ome vnthriftie Gentlemans daughter, who had morgaged his land to Scriueners, &s;ure inough from red&eacute;eming againe: for &s;o much &s;he &s;eemed by her bringing vp, though le&s;&s;e by her ca|&s;ting downe, endued &s;he was (as we heard) with &s;ome good qualities, though all were conuerted then but to flattring villa|nies: &s;he could runne vpon the Lute very well, which in others would haue appeared vertuous, but in her la&s;ciuious, for her running was rather ie&s;ted at becau&s;e &s;he was a light Runner be&s;ides: &s;he had likewi&s;e the gift of &s;inging very deliciou&s;ly, a|ble to charme the hearer, which &s;o bewitcht away our young Mai&s;ters mony, that he might haue kept &s;euen Noi&s;e of Mu&s;i|tians for le&s;&s;e charges, and yet they would haue &s;tood for Ser|uingmen too, hauing blew coats of their owne: &s;he had a hu|mour to li&s;pe often, like a flattring wanton, and talke childi&s;h, like a Par&s;ons daughter; which &s;o plea&s;ed and wrapt our old Land-Lords licouri&s;h &s;onne, that he would &s;weare, &s;he spake nothing but &s;w&eacute;ete meates: and her breath then &s;ent forth &s;uch a delicious odour, that it perfumed his white Sattin doublet, better then &s;ixt&eacute;ene Milliners. Wel, there we left him with his devouring Cheater, &amp; his glorious Cockatrice, &amp; being almo&s;t
<PB REF="14">vpon dinner-time, we hied vs and tooke our repa&s;t, at thriftie Mother <HI>Walkers,</HI> where we found a whole nea&s;t of pinching Batchelors, crowded together vpon Formes and Benches, in that mo&s;t wor&s;hipfull Thr&eacute;e-halfe-peny Ordinary: where pre|&s;ently they were boarded, with hot Monn&s;ier Mutton and Por|ridge (A French-man by his blowing) &amp; next to them, we were &s;erued in order, euery one taking their degr&eacute;e: And I tell you true, Ladie, I haue knowne the time, when our young Land-lords father hath bene a thr&eacute;e-halfpeny-eater there: nay more, was the fir&s;t that acquainted vs with that &s;paring and thriftie Ordinarie, when his ryotous &s;onne hath &s;ince &s;pent his fiue pound at a &s;itting. Wel, hauing di&s;charged our &s;mal &s;hot (which was like Haile-&s;hot, in re&s;pect of our yong Mai&s;ters Cannon-reckonings in Tauernes) we plodded home to our Ploughs, carrying the&s;e heavy newes to our wiues, both of the prodiga|litie of our old Land-lords &s;onne, as al&s;o of our oppre&s;&s;ions to come, by the burthen of vncharitable Fines. And mo&s;t mu&s;icall Madame <HI>Nightingale,</HI> doe but imagine now, what a &s;ad Chri&s;tmas we al kept in the Countrie, without either Carols, Wa&s;&s;el Bowles, dauncing of Sellengers round in Moone-&s;hine nights about May-Poles, Shoeing the Mare, Hoodman blind, Hot-cockles, or any of our old Chri&s;tmas Gambols no, not &s;o much as choo&s;ing King and Queene, on Twelfe-night: &s;uch was the dulnes of our plea&s;ures, for that one word Fines, robbed vs of all our fine Pa&s;times.</P>
<P>This &s;owre fac<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> Chri&s;tmas thus vnplea&s;antly pa&s;t ouer, vp againe we trotted to London, in a great Fro&s;t (I remem|ber) for the ground was as hard as the Lawyers Con&s;cience: and arriuing at the luxurious <HI>Strand,</HI> &s;ome thr&eacute;e dayes before the Tearme, we inquired for our bountifull Land-lord, or the Foole in the full, at his neate and curious Lodging: but an&s;were was made vs by an old Chamber-maide, that our Gentleman &s;lept not there all the Chri&s;tmas time, but had bene at Court, and at lea&s;t in fiue Ma&s;kes, marry now as &s;he thought, we might find him at Mai&s;ter <HI>Poops</HI> his Ordinary, with halfe a dozen of Gallants more, at Dice. At Dice! at the Diuell,
<PB REF="15">quoth I, for that is a Dicers la&s;t throw: here I began to rayle like <HI>Thom. Na&s;h,</HI> again&s;t <HI>Gabriell Haruey!</HI> if you call that rayling, yet I thinke it was but the running a Tilt of wits in Booke &s;ellers &s;hops, on both &s;ides of <HI>Iohn</HI> of <HI>Paule Church-yard:</HI> and I wonder how <HI>Iohn</HI> &s;capt vnhor&s;ing. But when we were entred the doore of the Ordinarie, we might hear our lu&s;ty Gentleman &s;hoote off a volley of oathes, &s;ome three Roomes ouer vs, cur&s;ing the Dice, and wi&s;hing the Poxe were in their bones, crying out for a new payre of &s;quare ones, for the other belike had cogde with him, and made a Gull of him: when the Ho&s;te of the Ordinarie comming downe &s;tairs, met vs with this report, (after we had named him) Troth good fel|lows, you haue named now the mo&s;t vnfortunate&s;t Gentle|man liuing at (pa&s;&s;age I meane:) for I prote&s;t, I haue &s;tood by my&s;elfe as a heauie eye witne&s;&s;e, and &s;&eacute;ene the beheading of fiue hundred Crownee, and what pittifull end they all made: with that he &s;hewed vs his embo&s;t Girdle and Hangers, new pawned for more mony: and told vs be&s;ide, not without teares, his glorious cloake was ca&s;t away three houres before, ouer-boord, which was, off the table? at which lamentable hearing, we &s;tood &s;till in the lower roome, &amp; dur&s;t not venture vp &s;tairs, for feare he would haue laide al vs Plough-men to pawne too: and yet I thinke all we could &s;carce haue made vp one throwe: but to drawe to an end, as his Patrimony did, we had not lingred the better part of an houre, but downe came fencing his glittering rapier and dagger, as if he had bene newly &s;houlderclapt by a pewter-buttond Ser<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">eant, and his weapons &s;eized vpon; at la&s;t after a great peale of Oaths on all &s;ides, the Court broake vp, &amp; the wor&s;hipfull Bench of Dicers came thundring downe &s;taires, &s;ome &s;wearing, &s;ome laughing, &s;ome cur&s;ing, and &s;ome &s;inging, with &s;uch a confu&s;ion of humours, that had we knowne before what rancke of Gallants they were, we &s;hould haue thought the Diuels had bene at Dice in an Ordinary: the fir&s;t that appeared to vs was our mo&s;t la|mentable Landlord, dre&s;t vp in his Monkies liuery cloake, that he &s;&eacute;emed now rather to wait vpon his Monkie, then his
<PB REF="15">Monky vpon him, which did &s;et forth his Sattin-&s;ute &s;o excel|lent &s;curuily, that he lookt for all the world like a French Lord in dirty bootes: when ca&s;ting his eye vpon vs, being de&s;irous (as it &s;&eacute;emed) to remember vs now if we had any mony, brake into the&s;e fanta&s;ticall &s;p&eacute;eches; What my whole warren of Tenants thinking indeed to make Conies of vs: my hone&s;t ne&s;t of Plough-men, the onely Kings of <HI>Kent:</HI> More dice ho; <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">faith let's haue another carere, and vomit thr&eacute;e dice in a hand againe. With that I pluckt his humor at one &s;ide, and told him, we were indeed his fathers Tenants, but his we were &s;ory we were not: and as for mony to maintaine his Dice, we had not &s;ufficient to &s;tuffe out the Lawyer. Then replyed our Gallant in a rage, to&s;&s;ing out two or thr&eacute;e new minted Oaths; the&s;e Plough-men are Polititians I think, they haue wit the whor|&s;ons; they will be Tenants I perceiue longer then we &s;hall be Landlords: and faine he would haue &s;waggerd with vs, but that his weapons were at pawne: &s;o marc<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ing out like a turnd Gentleman, the re&s;t of the Gallants &s;&eacute;emed to ca&s;heare him, and throw him out of their company like a blanke Die, the one hauing no black P&eacute;epes, nor be no white Pieces; Now was our Gallant the true picture of the Prodigall, and hauing no rents to gather now, he gatherd his wittes about him, making his braine pay him reuenewes in villainy. For it is a generall ob&s;ervation, that your Sonnes and Heires, proue &s;eldome wi&s;e-men, til they haue no more land then the compa&s;&s;e of their Noddles. To conclude, within fewe dayes practi&s;e, he was ab|&s;olute in cheating, and as exqui&s;ite in pandari&s;me, that he out|&s;tript al <HI>Greenes</HI> Bookes, <HI>Of the Art of Conie-catching:</HI> and where before he maintained his Drab he made his Drab now maintayne him: proued the onely true Captaine of Vaulting-hou&s;es, and the valiant Champion again&s;t Con&s;tables and Searchers; feeding vpon the &s;inne of White-Fryers, Pitckt-hatch, and Turne-bol-&s;tr&eacute;et: Nay, there was no landed Nouice now, but he could melt him away into nothing: and in one twelve-month make him hold all his land betw&eacute;ene his legs, and yet but &s;traddle ea&s;tly neither. No wealthy &s;onne of the
<PB REF="16">Citie, but within le&s;&s;e the~ a quarter, be could make all his &s;tock not worth a Iear&s;ie &s;tockin: he was all that might be in di&s;&s;o|lute villainy, and nothing that &s;hould be in his fore-fathers ho|ne&s;tie. To &s;peake troth, we did &s;o much blu&s;h at his life, and were &s;o a&s;hamed of his ba&s;e cour&s;es, that euer after we loathed to looke after them. But returning to our &s;tubble-hairde Law|yer, who reapt his beard euery Terme-time, (the Lawyers harue&s;t) we found the Mercer and the Merchant, crowded in his Studie, among&s;t a company of Law-bookes, which they in&s;tled &s;o often with their Cor-combes, that they were almo&s;t together by the eares with them, when at the &s;ight of vs they tooke an <HI>Habes Corpus,</HI> &amp; remooude their bodies into a bigger Roome: but there we lingered not long for our torments, for the Mercer &amp; the Merchant, gaue fire to the Lawyers tongue with a rope of Angels, and the word Fines went off with &s;uch a powder, that the force of it blew vs all into the Countrey, quite changde our Plough-mens &s;hapes, and &s;o we became litle <HI>Ants</HI> againe.</P>
<P>This, Madame <HI>Nightingale,</HI> is the true di&s;cour&s;e of our Rurall fortunes, which how mi&s;erable, wretched, and full of oppre&s;&s;ion they were, all Hu&s;band mens browes can witne&s;&s;e, that are Finde with more &s;weat, &s;til yeare by yeare, and I hope a <HI>Canzonet</HI> of your &s;weet &s;inging, wil &s;et them forth to the world in <HI>Satyricall</HI> Harmony.</P>
<P>The remorcefull <HI>Nightingale,</HI> delighted with the <HI>Ants</HI> quaint di&s;cour&s;e, began to tune the In&s;trument of her voyce, breathing forth the&s;e lines, in &s;w&eacute;et and delicious Aires.</P>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>The Nightingales Canzonet.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>POore little Ant,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Thou &s;halt not want</HI></L>
<L><HI>The raui&s;ht Mu&s;icke of my voyce:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Thy &s;hape is be&s;t,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Now thou art lea&s;t,</HI></L>
<L><HI>For great Ones fall with greater noy&s;e.</HI></L>
<L><HI>And this &s;hall be the Marriage of my &s;ong,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Small Bodies can haue but a little wrong.</HI></L>
<PB REF="16">
<L><HI>Now thou art &s;ecurer,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And thy dayes farre &s;urer,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Thou pai'&s;t no Rent vpon the Racke,</HI></L>
<L><HI>To dawbe a prodigall Land-lords backe:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Or to maintaine the &s;ubtil running</HI></L>
<L><HI>Of Dice and Drabs, both one in cunning:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Both pa&s;&s;e from hand to hand to many,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Flattring all, yet fal&s;e to any:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Both are well linckt: for throw Dice how you can,</HI></L>
<L><HI>They wil turne vp their Peepes to euery man.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Happie art thou, and all thy brothers,</HI></L>
<L><HI>That neuer feel&s;t the Hell of others:</HI></L>
<L><HI>The torment to a Luxur due,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Who neuer thinkes his Harlot true,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Although vpon her heeles he &s;tick his eyes,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Yet &s;til he feares, that though &s;he &s;tands, &s;he lyes.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Now are thy labours ea&s;ie,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Thy &s;tate not &s;icke or quea&s;ie;</HI></L>
<L><HI>All drops thou &s;weat&s;t are now thine owne,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Great Sub&s;idies be as vnknowne</HI></L>
<L><HI>To thee; and to thy little fellow Ants,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Now none of you vnder that burthen pants.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Loe for example, I my &s;elfe, poore wormes,</HI></L>
<L><HI>That haue out-worne the rage of <HI>Tereus</HI> &s;tormes:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Am euer ble&s;t now in this downy &s;hape,</HI></L>
<L><HI>From all mens trechery, or &s;oule-melting Rape:</HI></L>
<L><HI>And when I &s;ing <HI>Tereu, Tereu,</HI></HI></L>
<L><HI>Through euery Towne, and &s;o renew</HI></L>
<L><HI>The name of <HI>Torens,</HI> &s;laues through feares,</HI></L>
<L><HI>With guiltie Fingers bolt their eares:</HI></L>
<L><HI>And all raui&s;hers do raue, and e'en fall mad,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And then &s;uch wrongd &s;oules as my &s;elfe are glad.</HI></L>
<PB REF="17">
<L><HI>So thou &s;mall wretch and all thy Ne&s;t,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Are in tho&s;e litle bodies ble&s;t:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Not taxt beyond your poore degree,</HI></L>
<L><HI>With Landlords Fine, and Lawyers Fee.</HI></L>
<L><HI>But tell me prety-toiling worme,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Did that &s;ame Plough-mans weary forme</HI></L>
<L><HI>Di&s;courage thee &s;o much from others,</HI></L>
<L><HI>That neither thou, nor tho&s;e thy brothers,</HI></L>
<L><HI>In borrowed &s;hapes dur&s;t once agen</HI></L>
<L><HI>Venture among&s;t perfidious men?</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>Ant.</HEAD>
<L><HI>Yes Lady, the poore <HI>Ant</HI> replied,</HI></L>
<L><HI>I left not &s;o, but then I tried</HI></L>
<L><HI>Wars &s;weating Fortunes, not alone</HI></L>
<L><HI>Condemning ra&s;h all &s;tates for one,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Vntill I found by proofe, and knew by cour&s;e,</HI></L>
<L><HI>That one was bad, but all the re&s;t were wor&s;e.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>Nightingale.</HEAD>
<L><HI>Did&s;t thou put on a rugged Souldier then?</HI></L>
<L><HI>A happie &s;tate, becau&s;e thou fought'&s;t gain&s;t men?</HI></L>
<L><HI>Prethee di&s;cour&s;e, thy fortunes, &s;tate and harmes,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Thou wa&s;t no doubt, A mighty man at Armes?</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="tale">
<PB REF="17">
<HEAD>The <HI>Ants</HI> Tale when he was a Souldier.</HEAD>
<P>THen thus: Mo&s;t mu&s;icall and prickle-&s;inging Madame, (for if I erre not, your Ladi&s;hip was the fir&s;t that brought vp Prick-&s;ong, being nothing el&s;e but the fatall notes of your pittifull raui&s;hment): I not contented long, (a vice cleaning to all worldlings) with this litle e&s;tate of an Ant, but &s;tuft with en|uie and ambition, as &s;mall as I was, de&s;ired to verture into the world againe, which I may rather tearme the vpper Hell or <HI>Frigida Gehenna,</HI> the cold-charitable Hell, wherein are all kind of Diuels too, as your gentle Diuel, your ordinarie Diuel, and your gallant Diuel, and all the&s;e can change their &s;hapes too: As to day in cowardly white: to morrow in politicke black: A third day in iealous yallow; for bel&eacute;eue it, &s;w&eacute;ete Lady, there are Diuels of all colours: neuerthele&s;&s;o I couetous of more change, leapt out of this litle &s;kin of an Ant, and hung my &s;kin on the hedge, taking vpon me the gri&s;ly &s;hape of a du&s;ty Soul|dier; well made I was, and my limbes valiantly hewen out for the purpo&s;e: I had a Mazard I remember, &s;o well linde in the in&s;ide with my Braine, it &s;tood me in better &s;tead then a double head-piece, for the braine of a Souldier differing from al other Sciences, conuerts it &s;elfe to no v&s;e, but to line, fur, and euen quilt the Cor&s;combs, and &s;o makes a pate of proofe: my face was well leuend, which made my lookes fa&s;te &s;owre, the true relli&s;h of a man of war: my ch&eacute;ekes, doe-bakte, pale, wan, and therefore argued valour and re&s;olution: but my no&s;e &s;ome|what hard bakte, and a litle burnt in the Ouen: a property not ami&s;&s;e in a Souldiers vizage, who &s;hould &s;corne to kin&s;h, but in his no&s;e: my chi<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> was well patcht with a beard, which was a nece&s;&s;ary &s;helther in winter, and a Fly flap in &s;ummer: &s;o bru&s;hy and &s;preading, that my lips could &s;carce be &s;eene to walke abread, but plaide at all his, and dur&s;t not p&eacute;epe forth for &s;tarting a Hayre. Tocouelude, my Armes, Thies and Lege, were &s;o &s;ound, &s;tent, and weighty, as if they had come all out
<PB REF="18">of the Timber-yard: that my very pre&s;ence onely was able to &s;till the bawling&s;t Infant in <HI>Europe.</HI> And I thinke Madame, this was no vnlikely &s;hape for a Souldier to proue well: here was mettle enough, for foure &s;hillings aw&eacute;eke, to doe valiant &s;eruice, till it was bored as full of holes as a Scinuner: well, to the warres I betooke me, ranckt my &s;elfe among&s;t de&s;perate Hot-&s;hots; onely my carriage put on more ciuilitie, for I &s;&eacute;e|med more like a Spy, the~ a follower: an ob&s;eruer, rather then a committer of villainy: and litle thought I Madame, that the Campe had bene &s;upplied with Harlots too, as wel as the Cur|raine; and the garded tents as wicked as garden Tenements; Truils pa&s;&s;ing too and fro in the wa&s;ht-&s;hape of Laundre&s;&s;es, as your Bawdes about <HI>London</HI> in the manner of Starchwo|men, which is the mo&s;t vn&s;u&s;pected habit y^e can be to traine out a Mi&s;tre&s;ie. And if your Ladi&s;hip will not thinke me much out of the way, though I take a running leap from the Campe to the <HI>Strand</HI> againe, I will di&s;couer a pretie knauery of the &s;ame br&eacute;eding, betw&eacute;ene &s;uch a Starch-woman, and a kind wanton Mi&s;tre&s;&s;e, as there are fewe of tho&s;e ballac'&s;t ve&s;&s;ells now a|dayes but will haue a Loue and a hu&s;band. The woman ery|ing her ware by the doore, (a mo&s;t pittifull cry, and lamentable hearing, that &s;uch a &s;tiffe thing as Starch &s;hould want Cu&s;to|mers,) pa&s;&s;ng cunningly and &s;lily by the &s;tall, not once taking notice of the partie you wot on, but being by this, &s;ome thr&eacute;e or foure &s;hops off, Ma&s;&s;e quoth my young Mi&s;tre&s;&s;e to the weather-Cocke her hu&s;band, &s;uch a thing I want you know: then &s;he namde how many Puffas and Purles lay in a mi&s;e|rable ca&s;e for want of &s;ti<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ning: the hone&s;t plaine dealing <HI>Ie|well</HI> her hu&s;band, &s;ent out a Boy to call her: (not Bawde, by her right name, but Starchwoman) into the &s;hop &s;he came, making a lowe counterfet curte&s;ie, of whom the Mi&s;tre&s;&s;e demaunded, if the Starch were pure geare, and would be &s;uffe in her Ruffe; &s;aying, &s;he had often bene deceiued be|fore, when the things about her haue &s;tood as limber as Ele|&s;kins. The woman replyed as &s;ubtilly, Mi&s;tre&s;&s;e (quoth &s;he,) take this paper of &s;tarch of my hand, and if it prooue
<PB REF="18">not to your mind, neuer be&s;tow peny with me: which paper ind&eacute;ed, was a Letter &s;ent to her <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> the Gentleman her ex|c&eacute;eding Fauorite. Say you &s;o (quoth the yong Dame) and Ile try it yfaith. With that &s;he ranne vp &s;tayres like a Spinner, vpon &s;mall Cobweb-Ropes, not to the or arraigne the &s;tarch: but to con&s;tur and per&s;e the Letter: whil&s;t her hu&s;band &s;at be|low by the Counter, like one of the&s;e brold-bitten Catchpoles, that waite for one man all day, (when his wife can put fiue in the Counter before him;) wherein &s;he &s;ound many words that plea&s;ed her. Withall, the gentleman writ vnto her for a certaine &s;umme of mony: which no &s;ooner was read, but was ready to be &s;ent; wherefore-laying vp the &s;tarch and that, and taking another &s;h&eacute;ete of cleane paper in her hand, wanting time and opportunitie to write at large, with a pen full of Inck in the very middle of the &s;heet, writ the&s;e &s;ewe quaint Mono|&s;illables, <HI>Coyne, Cares, and Cures, and all Cees el&s;e are yours:</HI> then rowling vp the white mony like the Starch in that paper, very &s;ubtilly and artificially, came tripping downe &s;tayres, with the&s;e colourable words: H&eacute;ers goodly Starch in|d&eacute;ed: Fie, fue: tru&s;t me Hu&s;band as yellow as the Iaundize; I would not haue betrayde my Puffes with it for a Million: H&eacute;ere, h&eacute;ere, h&eacute;ere: (giuing her the paper of money) with that the &s;ubtill Starch woman, &s;&eacute;eming &s;ory that it plea&s;ed her not; told her within fewe dayes &s;he would fit her turne with that which &s;hould like her: meaning in<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">&eacute;ed more &s;uch &s;w&eacute;ete newes from her Louer. The&s;e and &s;uch like Madame, are the cun|ning conueyances, of &s;ecret, priuie, and therefore vunoted Har|lots, that &s;o auoyde the common finger of the world, when le&s;&s;e Committers then they are publickely pointed at.</P>
<P>So likewi&s;e in the <HI>Campe</HI> whither now I returne, borne on the &s;wift wings of Apprehen&s;ion, the habite of a Landre&s;&s;e, &s;hadowes the abhomintion of a Strumpet: And our &s;ouldiers are like Glouers, for the one cannot worke well, nor the other fight well without their wenches. This was the fir&s;t marke of villainy, that I found &s;ticking vpon the brow of war: But after the hot &amp; fierie copulation of a &s;kirmi&s;h or two, the Ordenance
<PB REF="19" MS="y">playing like &s;o many <HI>Tamburlaines,</HI> the Mulkets and Cali|uers an&s;wering like Drawers; Anon, Anon &s;ir, I cannot be here and there too: that is, in the Souldiers hand, and in the e|nemies belly: I grew more acquainted, and as it were entred into the Entrailes of Black-liuerd policie. Me-thought ind&eacute;ed at fir&s;t, tho&s;e great pieces of Ordenance &s;hould &s;peake Eng|li&s;h, though now by tran&s;portation turnde Rebele: and what a mi&s;erable and pittifull plight it was Lady, to haue &s;o many thou&s;ands of our men &s;laine by their owne Country-men the Cannons, I meane not the harmele&s;&s;e <HI>Cannons</HI> of <HI>Powles;</HI> but tho&s;e Cannons that haue a great &s;inging in their heads. Well in this on&s;et I remember I was well &s;moake-dried, but neither Arme nor Legge peri&s;ht: not &s;o much as the lo&s;&s;e of a petty finger: for when I counted them all ouer, I mi&s;t not one of them, and yet &s;ometimes the Bullets came within a haire of my Cor-combe, euen like a Barber &s;eraching my pate, and perhaps tooke away the left limbe of a bermin, and &s;o departed. Another time &s;houldring me like a Bayliffe again&s;t <HI>Michael|mas</HI> Terme, and then &s;haking me by the &s;l&eacute;eue as familiarly as if we had bene acquainted &s;eauen yeares together. To con|clude, they v&s;de me very curteou&s;ly and gentleman-like awhile, like an old cunning Bowler to fetch in a yong kething Gam|&s;ter, who will &s;uffer him to win one Six-penny game at the fir&s;t, and then lurch him in Sixe pounds afterward: and &s;o they plaide wi&s;h me, &s;till training me (with their faire promi&s;es) in|to farre d&eacute;eper and deadlier Battayles, where like villainous cheating Bowlers, they lurcht me of two of my be&s;t Limbes, <HI>viz.</HI> My right Arme, and right Leggs, that &s;o of a man of war, I became in &s;hew a mon&s;ter of warre: yet comforted in this, becau&s;e I knew warre begot many &s;uch Mon&s;ters as my &s;elfe in le&s;&s;e then a Twlue-month. Now I could di&s;charge no more, hauing paide the &s;hot deare enough I thinke, but rather de&s;irde to be di&s;chargde, to haue Pay and be gone: whereupon I appeared to my Captaine and other Commanders, ki&s;&s;ng my left hand which then &s;tood for both; (like one Actor that plaies two Parts) who &s;&eacute;emd to pittie my vnioynted fortunes,
<PB REF="19" MS="y">and play&s;ter my wounde vp with words, tolde me I had done valiant &s;eruice in their knowledge, marry as for Pay, they mo&s;t goe on the &s;core with me, for all their money was thumpt out in Powder: And this was no plea&s;ing &s;alue for a gr&eacute;ene &s;ore Madame: twas too much for me, Lady, to tru&s;t Caliuers with my Limbes, and then Caual&eacute;eres with my mony. Neuer|le&s;&s;e (for all my lamentable Action of one Arme like old <HI>Titus Andronicus</HI>) I could purcha&s;e no more then one months Pay, for a ten-months paine and perill, nor that neither; but to conuey away my mi&s;erable clamours that lay roaring again&s;t the Arches of their Eares, marry their bountiful fauours were extended thus farre: I had a Par&s;port to beg in all Countries.</P>
<P>Well, away I was packt, and after a Iewe mi&s;eries (by the way) at la&s;t I &s;et one foote into <HI>England</HI> againe, (for I had no more then to &s;et) being my Natiue, though vnnaturall Coun|trey, for who&s;e deare good I pawnde my Limbes to Bullets; tho&s;e mercile&s;&s;e Brokers, that will take the vauntage of a mi|nute, and &s;o they were quite forfeited, lo&s;t, and vnrecouerable: when I was on Shoare, the people gathered, which word ga|thering, put me in hope of good comfort, that afterward I failde of: for I thought at fir&s;t they had gathered &s;ome thing for me, but I found at la&s;t they did onely but gather about me: Some wondring at me, as if I had bene &s;ome Sea-mon&s;ter ca&s;t a Shoare: &s;ome ie&s;ting at my deformitie, whil&s;t others laught at the Ie&s;tes; One among&s;t them I remember likened me to a Sea-Crab, becau&s;e I went all of one &s;ide, another fellow vyed and &s;aid, I lookte like a Rabbit cut vp and halfe eaten: becau&s;e my wing and legge (as they tearmde it) were departed: &s;ome began to pittie me, but tho&s;e were fewe in number; or at lea&s;t their pittie was as penniles, as <HI>Pierce,</HI> who writ to the Diuell for maintenance. Thus pa&s;&s;ing from place to place, like the Motion of <HI>Iulius Cae&s;ar,</HI> or the Citie <HI>Niniue,</HI> though not altogether in &s;o good cloathes: I ouertooke the Citie, from whence I borrowed my fir&s;t breath, and in who&s;e defence I &s;pent and layde out my Limbes by whole &s;ummes, to purcha&s;e her peace and happine&s;&s;e; nothing doubting but to be well en|treated
<PB REF="20">there, my grieuous maymes tenderly regarded, my powre<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">roken e&s;tate carefully repayred, the Ruines of my blood built vp againe with redre&s;&s;e and comfort: But woe the while Madame, I was not onely, vnpittied, &s;uccourle&s;&s;e, and reiected, but threatned with the Publicke Stocks, loath&s;ome Iayles, and common whipping-Po&s;ts, there to receiue my pay, (a goodly reward for bl&eacute;eding Seruice) if I were once found in the citie againe.</P>
<P>Wherefore, I was fore&s;t to retire towards the Spittle, and Shore-ditch, which as it appeared was the onely Cole-harbor and Sanctuarie for Wenches and Souldiers: where I tooke vp a poore lodging a tru&s;t, till the Sunday: hoping that then Mai&s;ter <HI>Almes</HI> and Mi&s;tre&s;&s;e <HI>Charitie</HI> would walke abroad, and take the Aire in <HI>Finsbury.</HI></P>
<P>At which time I came hopping out from my Lodging like old lame <HI>Giles</HI> of <HI>Criple-gate:</HI> but when I came there, the winde blew &s;o bleake and cold, that I began to be quite out of hope of <HI>Charitie:</HI> yet, like a torne Map of mi&s;ery, I waited my &s;ingle Halfe-penny fortunes, when of a &s;uddaine turning my &s;elfe about, and looking downe the Windmill-Hill, I might e|&s;py a farre off, a Fine-fa&s;hiond Dame of the Citie, with her man bound by Indenter before her; whom no &s;ooner I caught in mine Eye-lids, but I made too with all po&s;&s;ible &s;p&eacute;ede; and with a premeditated &s;p&eacute;ech for the nonce, thus mo&s;t Souldier|like I acco&s;ted her.</P>
<P>Sw&eacute;ete Lady, I be&s;&eacute;ech your Beauty, to weigh the e&s;tate of a poore vnioynted Souldier, that hath con&s;um'd the Moity, or the one halfe of his limbs in the di&s;membring and denouring warres, that hath cheated me of my Fle&s;h &s;o notoriou&s;ly, I pro|te&s;t I am not worth at this in&s;tant the &s;mall Reuenew of thr&eacute;e farthings: be&s;ide my Lodging, vnplea&s;de, and my Diet vn&s;ati&s;fied: and had I ten thou&s;and Limbes I would venture them all in your &s;w&eacute;et Quarrell; rather then &s;uch a Beauty as your &s;elfe &s;hould want the lea&s;t limbe of your de&s;ire: with that as one being rather moued by my la&s;t words of promi&s;e, then my fir&s;t words of pitty; &s;he drew her white bountiful hand out
<PB REF="20" MS="y">of her <HI>Mary-Muffe,</HI> and quoited a &s;ingle Halfe-peny, wherby I knewe her then to be cold Mi&s;tre&s;&s;e <HI>Charity,</HI> both by her chil appearance, &amp; the hard frozen Pen&s;ion &s;he gaue me: &s;he was lapr I remember, from the &s;harpe iniury of the biting Aire, her vizage was benighted with a Taffaty Ma&s;ke; to fray away the naughty wind from her face; and yet her very no&s;e &s;&eacute;emed &s;o &s;harpe with cold, that it almo&s;t borde a hole quite through. This was fro&s;t-bitten <HI>Charity;</HI> her t&eacute;eth chaterd in her head, and leapt vp and downe like Virginall-Iacks: which betraied likewi&s;e who &s;he was: and you would haue broke into infinite laughter Madame (though mi&s;erie made me leaden and pen|&s;iue) had you bene pre&s;ent to haue &s;&eacute;ene how quickly the Muff<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> &s;wallowed her hand againe, for no &s;ooner was it drawne forth to drop downe her pittifull Almes (but for feare the Sunne and Aire &s;hould haue raui&s;ht it) it was extempore whipt vp againe. This is the true picture of <HI>Charity</HI> Madame, which is as cold as Ice in the middle of Iuly.</P>
<P>Well &s;till I waited for another Fare; but then I bethought my &s;elfe againe, that all the Fares went by water, a Sundayes to the Beare-baiting: &amp; a Mundayes to <HI>We&s;tmin&s;ter-Hall:</HI> and therfore litle to be lookt for in <HI>Moore fields</HI> all y^e w&eacute;ek long.</P>
<P>Wherefore I &s;at downe by the Railes there: and fell into the&s;e pa&s;&s;ionate, but not railing &s;p&eacute;eches: Is this the farde&s;t re|ward for a Souldier? Is Valour &amp; Re&s;olution the two Cham|pions of the Soule, &s;o &s;leightly e&s;t&eacute;emed and &s;o ba&s;ely vnderva|lued? doth r&eacute;eling Fortune not onely rob vs of our Limbes, but of our liuing? Are Souldiers then both food for Cannon and for mi&s;erie? but then in the mid&s;t of my pa&s;&s;ion, calling to memo|rie y^e p&eacute;eui&s;h turnes of many famous populer-Gallants, who&s;e names were writ euen vpon the Hart of the world (it could not &s;o much as thinke without them, nor &s;peake but in the di&s;cour&s;e of them) I began to out-dare the very wor&s;t of cruell &amp; di&s;after chances: and determined to be con&s;tant in calamitie, &amp; valiant again&s;t the Battering Siege of mi&s;ery: but note the cro&s;&s;e &s;tar that alwaies dogd my Fortunes: I had not long re&s;ted there, but I &s;aw the T<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">etring C<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">table of <HI>Finsbury</HI> with his bench
<PB REF="21">of browne bil<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">en making towards me; meaning ind&eacute;ed to &s;top &s;ome Pri&s;on hole with me (as your Souldiers when the wars haue done with them, are good for nothing el&s;e but to &s;top holes with all): at which &s;ight. I&s;crambled vp of all two, tooke my &s;kin off the hedge, <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ou&s;ned the Cun&s;table, and &s;<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">nt into an Ant againe.</P>
<DIV2 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>The Nightingale.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>Oh twas a prety quaint deceite,</HI></L>
<L><HI>(The <HI>Nightingale</HI> began to &s;ing)</HI></L>
<L><HI>To &s;lip from tho&s;e that lie in waite,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Who&s;e touch is like a Rauens wing,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Fatall and ominous, which being &s;pread,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Ouer a mortall, aimes him dead.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Alas poore Emmet thou wa'&s;t to&s;t</HI></L>
<L><HI>In thou&s;and mi&s;eries by this &s;hape:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Thy colour wa&s;ted, thy bloud lo&s;t,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Thy limbes broke, with the violent Rape</HI></L>
<L><HI>Of hot impatient Cannons, which de&s;ire</HI></L>
<L><HI>To raui&s;h lifes, &s;pending their lu&s;t in fire.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Oh what a ruthfull &s;ight it is, to &s;ee</HI></L>
<L><HI>Though in a Souldier of the mean'&s;t degree,</HI></L>
<L><HI>That right member peri&s;ht,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Which thy body cheri&s;ht:</HI></L>
<L><HI>That Limbe di&s;&s;euered, burnt, and gon,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Which the be&s;t part was borne vpon;</HI></L>
<L><HI>And then the greate&s;t ruth of all,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Returning home in torne e&s;tate:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Where he &s;hould ri&s;e, there mo&s;t to fall,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Trod downe with enuie, brui&s;de with hate:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Yet wretch, let this thy comfort be,</HI></L>
<L><HI>That greater wormes haue farde like thee.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB REF="21" MS="y">
<L><HI>So here thou left&s;t bloodle&s;&s;e and wan,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Thy Iournies thorough man and man:</HI></L>
<L><HI>The&s;e two cro&s;t &s;hapes &s;o much oppre&s;t,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Did fray thy weaknes from the re&s;t.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>Ant.</HEAD>
<L><HI>NO Madame, once agen my &s;pleene did thir&s;t,</HI></L>
<L><HI>To try the third, which makes men ble&s;t or cur&s;t:</HI></L>
<L><HI>That number <HI>Three,</HI> many Stars wayte vpon,</HI></L>
<L><HI>V&s;hering cleere Hap, or black confu&s;ion:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Once more I venturde all my hopes to Crowne,</HI></L>
<L><HI>But (aye me) leapt into a Sclollers Gowne.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>Nightingale.</HEAD>
<L><HI>A Needy Scholler! <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> wor&s;t,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Le&s;&s;e fate in that, then ho<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">h the fir&s;te</HI></L>
<L><HI>I thought thou'd&s;t leapt <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> Law-Gowne, then</HI></L>
<L><HI>There had bene hope, to ha<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">e &s;wept vp all agen,</HI></L>
<L><HI>But a lanck Scholler I &s;tudie <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> you can:</HI></L>
<L><HI>No Acade<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">'e makes a<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ich. Alderman.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Well, with this comfort yet thou may&s;t di&s;cour&s;e,</HI></L>
<L><HI>When Fates are wor&s;t, then they can be no <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word">.</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="tale">
<HEAD>The Ants Tale, when he was a Scholler.</HEAD>
<P>YOu &s;peaks Oracle Madame, and now &s;uppo&s;e &s;weete La|dy, you &s;&eacute;e me &s;et forth like a poore Scholer to the Vniuer|&s;itie not on Hor&s;e back, but in <HI>Hob&s;ons</HI> Waggon; and all my Pack<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> in le&s;&s;e than a litle Hood boxe, my Bookes not aboue four in number, and tho&s;e four were very needful ones too, or el&s;e they had neuer bene bought, an yet I
<PB REF="22">was the valiant Captaine of a Grammer Schoole before I went, endurde the a&s;&s;aull and ba&s;tary of many vncleane la|&s;hes, and all the battailes I was in &s;tood vppon points much; which once let downe the Enemy the Scholemai&s;ter would come rereward &amp; do &s;uch an exployt tis a &s;hame to be talkt of. By this time Madame, imagine me &s;lightly entertained, to be a poore Scholler and &s;eruitor to &s;ome Londoners S<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">nne, a pure Cockney, that mu&s;t heare twice a weeke from his mother, or el&s;e he will be &s;i<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ke <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> the Sunday of a vniuer&s;itie Mully|grub: &s;uch a one I remember was my fir&s;t poling mai&s;ter, by who&s;e p&eacute;e<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">n&s;h &s;eruire I crept into an olde Ba<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">lors Gowne, and &s;o began to be a iolly fellow: there was the fir&s;t point of wit I &s;howde, in learning to keepe my &s;elfe warmer to the con|firming of which, you &s;hall neuer take your true <HI>Philo&s;o|phers</HI> without two night caps at once and better, a Gowne of Rugge with the like appurten<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">ees: and who be your wi&s;e|men I pray but they? Now as for &s;todie and Bookes, I had the v&s;e of my yong Mai&s;ters, for he was all day a Courtier in the Tennis-court, to&s;&s;ing of Balls in &s;tea<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> of Bookes, and onely holding di&s;putatio~ with the Court k&eacute;eper, how many doyen he was in: and when any friend of his would remember him to his Booke with this old moath eaten &s;entence, <HI>Nulla Dies &s;ine Linea:</HI> True he would &s;ay, I ob&s;erue it well, for I am no day from the lyne of the Racket-court: wel in the meane time I kept his Studie warme, and &s;uckt the Hony of wit from the <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">owers of <HI>Ari&s;totle,</HI> &s;t&eacute;ept my braine in the &s;mart Iuice of Lo|gick, that &s;ubtill Virtue, and yet for all my weighty and &s;ob|&s;tantiall arguments, being able ind&eacute;ed to proue any thing by Logick. I could proue my &s;elfe neuer the richer make the beit Sillegi<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">e I could<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">nd, although I dayly ro&s;e before the Sun, <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">al<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> and conu<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="3 letters"> with Midnight, killing many a poore Far|thing Candle, that &s;ometimes was vngently put to death, when <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> might haue liued longer, but mo&s;t times liuing out the full cour&s;e and houre, and the &s;<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">ffe dying naturally in his bed. Neuerthele&s;&s;e, I had <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">utered as yet but the <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> of a Scholler, and fat but vpon the &s;kirts of learning; full often I
<PB REF="22">haue &s;ighed, when others haue &s;nor<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ed, and when ba&s;er Trades haue &s;ecurely re&s;ted in their Lin<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="3 letters">s, I haue for<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">&s;t mine eyes open, and euen gagd them with Capitall Letters, &s;tretching them vppon the tenters of a broade Text line, when Night and Sleepe haue h<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ng pound waits of lead vp|on my eye, lids.</P>
<P>How many &s;uch blark and ga&s;tly &s;ea&s;<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ns haue I pa&s;t ouer, accompanied onely with a demure watching Candle, that blinkt vppon <HI>Ari&s;totles</HI> workes, and gau<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> euen &s;uf|ficient glimmering to reade by, but none to &s;pare, Hi|therto my hopes grewe comfortable vpon the &s;preadding Branches of Art and Learning, rather promi&s;ing future a<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">nancement, then emply dayes and penu<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ious &s;carcitie. But &s;hall I tell you Lady, Oh! here let me &s;igh out a full point, and take my leaue of all plent<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="4 letters"> houres, and wealthy hopes, for in the &s;pring of all <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> per&s;ections, in the very pride and glo<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ie of all my <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word">, I was vn|&s;tuitfully lead to the licori&s;h &s;tudie of <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word">, that &s;w&eacute;ete Honey Poy&s;on that <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> a <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">pple Scholl<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> with v<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">pro|&s;itable &s;w&eacute;etnes, and <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> fal&s;e cance<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">, vntill he bur&s;t into exceamities, and <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 span">, or at the <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">&s;t, one of the <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> Knights of <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">try, wor&s;e by oddes then one of the p<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">t Knights of <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word">. Marry there was an Age once, but alas, long &s;ince dead and rotten, who&s;e du&s;t lies now in Lawyers Sa<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"> Bores: in tho&s;e golden dayes a vert<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> us writer might haue liued, maintained him&s;elfe better vpon Pori<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">, <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 span"> vp|on Pl<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">ghs, and might haue experded <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 span"> the yeare, by the true<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ew of his ver&s;e: then any <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 span"> brother, <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ppon the wealthy Quertridges of three <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="3 letters">es three hundred <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word">, according to the excellent report of the&s;e lines.</P>
<Q><PB REF="23">
<L><HI>There was a Golden age! who murderd it?</HI></L>
<L><HI>How died that Age, or what became of it?</HI></L>
<L><HI>Then Poets by diuine&s;t Alkemy,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Did turne their Inck to Gold, Kings in that time</HI></L>
<L><HI>Hung Iewells at the eare of euery Rime.</HI></L>
<L><HI>But oh tho&s;e dayes are wa&s;ted, and behold</HI></L>
<L><HI>The Golden Age that was, is Coynde to Gold:</HI></L>
<L><HI>And why time now is cald an Iron man,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Or this an Iron Age ti's thus expre&s;t:</HI></L>
<L><HI>The Golden Age lyes in an yron che&s;t.</HI></L></Q>
<P>Or,</P>
<P>Gold lies now as pri&s;oner in an V&s;urers great Iron bard Che&s;t, where the Pri&s;on Grates, are the locks and the key-holes, but &s;o clo&s;ely made, or rather damnd vp, that it neuer lookes to walke abroad againe, vnle&s;&s;e there chaunce to come a &s;p&eacute;edie Rot among V&s;urers: for I feare me the pidling Gowle will neuer make them away &s;<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">ne enough: for your rancke mony Mai&s;ters liue their thr&eacute;e&s;core and ten yeares as order|ly, as many hone&s;ter men: and it is great pittie (Lady <HI>Philo|mell</HI>) that the Gowte &s;hould be &s;uch a long courtier in a U&s;u|rers great Toe, reuelling &amp; domin&eacute;ering aboue thirty-yeares together in his rammi&s;h blood, &amp; his fu&s;tie fle&s;h: and I wonder much Madams, that gold being the Spirit of the Indyes, can couch &s;o ba&s;ely vnder Wood and Iron, two dul &s;laues, and not mu&s;ter vp his Legion of Angells, bur&s;t through the wide Bulke of a Coffer, and &s;o martch into bountifull and liberall bo&s;oms, &s;hake hands with vertuous Gentlemen, Indu&s;tri|ous &s;pirits, and true de&s;eruing worthies dete&s;ting the coue|tous clutches, and loath&s;ome Fangs of a Goate-bearded U&s;u|rer, a Sable-&s;ouls Broker, and an Infectious Law-Fogger.</P>
<Q><L><HI>Oh but I chide in vaine, for gold wants eyes,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And like a whore cares not with whom it lies.</HI></L></Q>
<PB REF="23">
<P> Yet that which makes me mo&s;t admire his ba&s;ene&s;&s;e are the&s;e ver&s;es following, wherein he proudly &s;ets forth his owne glorie, which he vaunts &s;o much of, that I &s;hame to thinke any: Ignoble &s;pirit or Copper di&s;po&s;ition &s;hould letter his &s;mooth: golden Limbes in boy&s;terous and &s;ullen Iron, but rather be let fr&eacute;e to euery vertuous and therefore poore Scholler, (for po|uerty is Neece to vertue &s;o &s;hould each Elegant Poem be truly valued, and diuine Poesie &s;et crownd in Gold as &s;he ought, where now &s;he onely &s;its with a Paper on her head, as if &s;he had committed &s;ome notorious tre&s;pa&s;&s;e, either for rayling a|gain&s;t &s;ome brawling Lawyer, or calling &s;ome Iu&s;tice of Peaces wi&s;eman, and how magnificently, Gold &s;ings of his owne fame and glorie, the&s;e his owne ver&s;es &s;hall &s;tand for witne&s;&s;es.</P>
<Q><L><HI>&mdash; Know I am Gold,</HI></L>
<L><HI>The riche&s;t &s;pirit, that breaths in Ea<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">th or Hell:</HI></L>
<L><HI>The &s;oule of Kingdomes, and the &s;tam<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> of &s;oules,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Bright Angells we are <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> liuery, &s;oueraigne Kings</HI></L>
<L><HI>Chri&s;ten their names in Gold, and call them&s;elues</HI></L>
<L><HI>Royall and &s;oueraygne after my gilt name;</HI></L>
<L><HI>All offices are mine, and in my gift.</HI></L>
<L><HI>I h<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ue a hand in all, the &s;tati&s;ts vein<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters"></HI></L>
<L><HI>Flowe in the blood of Gold the Courtier bathes</HI></L>
<L><HI>His &s;upple and la&s;ciuious I imbes in <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">le,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Which my browe &s;weats, what Lady brightly &s;phearde,</HI></L>
<L><HI>But takes delight to ki&s;&s;e a Golden beard.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Tho&s;e pleaders foronoone-Play e&s;s, act my parts:</HI></L>
<L><HI>With liberall tongs and de&s;perate fighting &s;pirite,</HI></L>
<L><HI>That wra&s;tle with the Armes of voice and Ayre:</HI></L>
<L><HI>And lea&s;t they &s;hould be out, or faint, or cold,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Their Innocent Clyents hi&s;t them on with Gold;</HI></L>
<L><HI>What holy Churchman's not accounted euen,</HI></L>
<L><HI>That prayes three times to me, ere once to heauent</HI></L>
<L><HI>Then to let &s;hine the radiance of my birth,</HI></L>
<L><HI>I am the Enchantment both in hell and earth.</HI></L></Q>
<PB REF="24">
<P> Here's golden Maie&s;ty enough I trow: And Gold art thou &s;o powerfull, &s;o mighty, and yet &s;na<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">ed with a poore Pad-lock? Oh ba&s;e drudge, and too vnworthy of &s;uch an Angellike-forme, much like a faire &s;l&eacute;ekt-fa<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">de Courtier, without either wit or <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">rtue: Thou that throwe&s;t the Earthen Bowle of the world with the Byas the wrong way, to pe&s;antry, ba&s;er<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">&s;&s;e, Ingen<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">i|litie, and neuer giue&s;t de&s;ert his due, or &s;hake&s;t thy yealow wings in a Schollers. Studie: but why do I loo&s;e my &s;elfe in &s;&eacute;eking thee, when thou art found of &s;ewe but I<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">iterat Hindes, rude Bores, and hoary peuy fathers, that k&eacute;epe th&eacute;e in petpe|tuall <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="3 letters">ance, in vau<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">s, vnder fal&s;e boords, &s;ubtill contriued walls, and in horrible darke Dungions, bury th&eacute;e mo&s;t vnchri|&s;tianlike without Amen <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 word"> the lea&s;t noi&s;e of a Prie&s;t or Clarke: and make thee ri&s;e againe at their plea&s;ures many a thou&s;and time before Doomes-day: and yet will not all this moue th&eacute;e once to for&s;ake them, and k&eacute;epe company with a Scholler, that truly knowes how to v&s;e th&eacute;e?</P>
<P>By this time I had framed an elaborate Poeticall building, a neate, choy&s;e, and curious Poem, the fir&s;t fruites of my mu&s;t|call timing findie, which was di&s;pear&s;t into a quaint valume, fairly bound vp in principal vellum, double fillerted with leafe-Gold, &s;trong mo&s;t Gentlemanlike with Cornation-&s;ilke Ri|band: which Booke, In<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">u&s;triou&s;ly heaped with waighty Con|ceites, pretious Phra&s;es, and wealthy Numbers, I <HI>Oliuer Hubburd,</HI> in the be&s;t fa&s;hion I might, pre&s;ented to Sir <HI>Chri|&s;topher Clutch-fi&s;t,</HI> (who&s;e bountifull vertue I blaze in my fir&s;t Epi&s;tle) the book he entertained, but I think for the couer<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">|&s;ake, becau&s;e if made &s;uch a goodly &s;howe on the back&s;ide, and &s;ome two daies after returning for my remimeration, I might e&s;py (O lamentable &s;ight Madame) my booke di&s;membred be|ry tragically, the Couer ript of, I know not for what purpo&s;e, and the Cornation &s;<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ke &s;kings puld out, and plac&s;t in his &s;pa|ni&s;h leather &s;hooes: at which ruthfull pro&s;pect I fell downe and &s;ounded, and when I came to my &s;elfe againe I was an <HI>Ant,</HI> and &s;o euer &s;ince I haue kept me.</P>
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<PB REF="24">
<HEAD>The Nightingale,</HEAD>
<L><HI>There keepe thee &s;till,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Since all are Ill:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Venture no more,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Tis better be a litle Ant,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Then a great man, and liue in want:</HI></L>
<L><HI>And &s;till deplore:</HI></L>
<L><HI>So re&s;t thee now,</HI></L>
<L><HI>From &s;woord, Booke, or Plough.</HI></L>
<L><HI>By this the day began to &s;pring,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And &s;eaze vpon her watchfull eies:</HI></L>
<L><HI>When more Tree-Queri&s;ters did &s;ing,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And euery Bird did wake and ri&s;e:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Which was no &s;ooner &s;eene and heard,</HI></L>
<L><HI>But all their prety chat was mard:</HI></L>
<L><HI>And then &s;he &s;aide,</HI></L>
<L><HI>We are betraide,</HI></L>
<L><HI>The day is vp, and all the birds,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And they abroad will blab our words:</HI></L>
<L><HI>With that &s;he bad the Ants farewell,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And all they likewi&s;e <HI>Philomel.</HI></HI></L>
<L><HI>Away &s;he &s;lew,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Crying <HI>Teren!</HI></HI></L>
<L><HI>And all the Indu&s;trious Ants in throngs,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Fell to their worke, and held their tongs.</HI></L>
</LG>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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