THE FIRST BOOKE OF QVODLIBETS,
AND COMPOSED BY
1. Of mine owne Quodlibets.
Though my best lines no dainty things affords,
2. To my Readers.
My worst haue in them some thing else then words.
I kept these closely by me some few yeeres,
3. To the perpetuall renowne of our learned King IAMES,
King of Great Britaine, etc. of famous memorie.
Restrained by my knowledge, and my feares:
I feare they are too shallow for the Schooles,
I know they are too deepe for shallow fooles,
Yet there are many of a middle breeding
May thinke them good: nay richly worth the reading.
Wales, England, Scotland long did disagree,
4. Old Lelius to his wise friend Scipio.
Yet like a threefoldcord accord in Thee,
Such a cord hardly breakes, being wisely twist:
These three combind, may the whole world resist.
Let vs sit downe and by the fiers light,
5. Why God giues some Fooles riches, and some wise men
Let our discourse be without saucy spight,
Wee'll tell old tooth-lesse tales, which cannot bite,
Whilst yong Fooles to talke Treason take delight.
To a discreet friend.
6. An old Apothecary made a new Doctor.
Why fretst thou so, and art so fullen growne?
/2/ Thy neighbour Foole gets wealth, and thou getst none.
Wise, mercifull, and just is God in it:
For he hath giuen him riches, and thee wit.
Alas poore Foole, if that he had no wealth,
He hath not wit to comfort his sad selfe.
Hee kill'd by others warrant formerly,
7. God doth all in all.
Hee kils now by his owne authority.
It's held, The Stars gouerne the works of Men:
8. A worldly Man wil haue it by hooke or by crooke.
It's likewise held, Wisemen may gouerne them:
I hold, God ouer-rules Wise, Wayes, and Stars:
It's He that humbleth, and its He preferres.
If wealth I cannot catch with Uertues
9. Thrifty Charity, to a namelesse Friend.
I'le haule it to me, by my crafty Crooke.
On this Text thou dost seaze, with griping hold,
10. Borrowing on Time, is worse then Bird-lime.
Who giues the Poore, he shall receiue fourefold.
This Text thou dost some pretty roome afford,
Who giues the Poore, doth lend vnto the Lord:
But this hard Text doth goe against thy graine,
Giue cheerefully, looking for nought againe.
As Fowlers vse to take their Fowle with
11. To a kinde Foole.
So Vsurers take borrowing Fooles with Time.
Great danger'tis, for Birds, Bird-lime to touch.
Not to keepe Touch with Vsurers it's as much.
Oft into Bonds for others thou hast runne,
12. Trauelling in England.
But by those Bonds, thy selfe thou hast vndone.
No Iuggler euer show'd vs such a cast,
To be vndone by being bound so fast.
So Drunkards doe with a like Iugling tricke,
By gulping others healths, themselues make sicke.
The trauelling fashion of our Nation,
13. A perswasion to Humilitie.
To pay without examination:
/3/ What our hard-rented Oasts may get thereby,
Is Noble, Loose, Braue, Prodigality.
As when the Moone after the Sunne doth goe,
14. Why there are so few Hospitals built.
She daily doth, fairer, and fuller growe:
But when that She doth goe before the Sunne,
Her light growes lesse, and lesse, till she haue none:
So whilst wee follow God in humble feare,
His Grace in vs, will beauteously appeare:
But if we goe before God in presumption,
His Grace in vs will soone haue a consumption.
If us hath Will, but wants good Meanes to
15. Lawyers profitable pastime.
Croesus hath Meanes, but wants a Will vnto
Lawyers doe call Plaintifes Defence, their
16. The Polycie of the Whore of Babylon.
It rather might be called Lawyers Play.
As common Queanes haue seuerall quaint deuices,
17. To Bald-pate.
To hooke all kind of men, by their intices:
So the spirituall Whore of Babylon
Hath seuerall ginnes to intrap euery one:
For Villaines, Wantons, easie Indulgences:
For Zealous, Wise, Angelicall pretences;
For High-mindes, Spenders, honor she dispences;
For Women, Fooles, fine shewes to please their sences.
Though I want yeeres, yet hoare I am through cares:
18. Worse than naught.
But Whores haue made thy head white, without haires.
Thou art not worthy of a Satyres quill:
19. Two filthy fashions.
An Epigram's too short to shew thine ill.
Of all fond fashions, that were worne by Men,
20. Fooles are more masters of their wiues then wise men.
Scarce a Paradoxe.
These two (I hope) will ne'r be worne againe:
Great Codpist Doublets, and great Codpist britch,
At seuerall times worne both by meane and rich:
These two had beene, had they beene worne together,
/4/ Like two Fooles, pointing, mocking each the other.
Wise men for shame mildly away will goe,
22. To a Pardon-Buyer.
Fooles will stand stifly to't and haue it so:
Wise men for quietnesse will sometimes yeeld.
Though Fooles be beaten, they'll not quit the field.
The Pope giues thee a sweeping Indulgence,
22. [sic] Worse then a Whore.
But thou must giue him good store of thy pence:
So my Lord Mayor giues spoones all guilded o're,
Receiues for each foure or fiue pounds therefore.(1)
Our common Whores turne Roman Catholicks,
23. Why Kings speake in the Plurall.
By that meanes they get Pardons for tricks:
These wandring Stars of common occupation,
Are rightly sphear'd in this large Constellation:
I enuy not that Church, that vs so spites,
For fingring such notorious Procelites.
Princes speake in the plurall Vs, and Wee:
24. The effects of Gods Word.
It is their charge, from wrongs to keepe Vs free,
And We are wronged when They wronged bee:
Thus Plurals with their Plurall charge agree.
Gods Word, to Sheepe is grasse; to Swine, hard stones;
25. A Scottish Honest Man.
A Londoners Good Man.
Vnto Beleeuers, Flesh; to others, Bones.
And Honest man, as Scot'shmen vnderstand,
26. How and whereof to iest.
Is one, that mickle gudes hath, at command.
A Good man, in the Londoners account,
Is one, whose wealth to some Summe doth amount.
Lord, make me Honest, Good by thy instruction:
Then Good and Honest after their construction.
Iest fairely, freely: but exempt from it,
/5/ 27. The Worlds Whirlegigge.
Mens misery, State businesse, Holy writ.
Plenty breeds Pride; Pride, Enuy, Enuy, Warre,
28. On a Good fellow Papist, who makes no bones to eate
Flesh on Fasting dayes.
Warre, Pouerty, Pouerty, humble Care.
Humility breeds Peace, and Peace breeds
Thus round this World doth rowle alternatly.
Thou holdst, thou saist, the old Religion,
29. Poperies Pedigree.
Yet I know, the new Dyet best likes thee.
That which thou call'st the new opinion,
I hold, yet the old Dyet best likes mee.
Papistry is an old Religion,
30. The Married, to the Chaste.
Some part more old then Circumcision,
And some as ancient as are Moses Lawes,
From whose Lees she some Ceremonies drawes,
Which she will hold, by old tradition.
It is indeed a new hodg-podgerie,
Of Iewish rites, elder Idolatry:
Of these old simples a new composition.
It would this World quickly depopulate,
31. The Chaste, to the Married.
If euery one should dye in your estate.
Therein you haue the odds, herein wee'r euen:
32. A Description of a Puritane, out of this part of the Le-
tany, From Blindnesse of Heart, Pride, Vaine glory,
You fill the world, but we doe people heauen.
Though Puritanes the Letany deride,
/6/ 33. Loue is betwixt Equals.
Yet out of it they best may be descride:
They are blind-hearted, Proud, Vaine-glorious,
Deepe Hypocrites, Hatefull and Enuious,
Malitious, in a full high excesse,
And full of all Vncharitableness.
A Prayer hereupon.
Since all tart Puritanes are furnisht thus,
From such false Knaues (Good Lord deliver vs.)
Rich friends for rich friends, will ride, runne and row,
34. The difference betwixt good men and bad, is best
seene after death.
Through dirt and dangers, cheerfully they'll goe:
If poore friends come home to them, for a pleasure,
They cannot find the Gentleman at leisure.
Good men like waxe-lights blow'n out, fauour well:
35. To Sir Peirce Penny-lesse.
Bad men like tallow, leaue a stinking smell.
Badmens Fame may flame more while they haue breath,
But Good mens Name, smell sweeter after death.
Though little coyne thy purse-lesse pocket lyne,
36. To a rich Friend.
Yet with great company thou art ta'en vp,
For often with Duke Humfrey thou dost dyne,
And often with Sir Thomas Gresham sup. (2)
The reward of Charity.
Would'st thou be pittied after thou art dead?
37. Thought vpon, on the preparation of a great Fleet,
and may serue for all such actions hereafter.
Be pittifull whil'st thou thy life dost lead:
If whilst thou liu'st, the poore thou dost releeue,
Fearing the like supply for thee they'll greeue:
If now thou giu'st them nought, when thou art gone,
They will be glad, hoping for a new gowne.
What haue Foolish men to doe with Princes Secrets?
Fond men doe wonder where this Fleet shall goe:
38. A Secret of State.
I should more wonder, if that I should know.
Though Peace be loue lyer, honourabler then Warre,
39. Kings Paramount Subiection.
Yet warlike Kings most lou'd and honor'd are.
What wayes Kings walke, Subjects the same will goe.
/7/ 40. Why Women are longer attyring of themselues
And many Kings, expect they should doe soe:
Therefore should Kings follow the King Almightie:
Kings are Gods (3) Subjects, if they gouerne rightly.
Women tyring themselues haue many lets,
41. Christ and Antichrist.
Their Fillets, Frontlets, Partlets, and Bracelets:
Whilst downe-right-neatlesse-plaine men haue but one,
A Duoblet double-let in putting on.
Christ in the Temple shopboards ouerthrew,
42. Wise men may be mistaken.
Whipt thence the buying and selling crue.
The Pope(4) in his Church, sets vp his free
And whips all those, that will not buy his Ware.
Puritanes ragged Reason of the rag of Popery, and Papists
43. [sic] Vnrighteous Mammon.
rotten Reason of thread-bare Antiquitie.
Some too precize, will not some customes vse,
Because that Papists did them once abuse:
As good a reason in sinceritie,
As Papists oldnesse without veritie.
Though these deserue to be hist off the Schooles,
Yet they are held by those that are no Fooles.
Poets faind Pluto, God of wealth, and Hell:
44. A Dialogue betwixt a Wise King and a good Christian.
For they perceiu'd few got their riches well.
The Wise King.
45. Sad-Mens liues are longer then Merry-Mens
My neighbours secrets I desire to know,
That I their priuate plots may ouerthrow.
The good Christian.
I doe neglect my Neighbours words, and deedes,
I carefully suruey mine owne proceeds.
The Wise King.
If that my friends offer to doe me harme,
I smite them first, and seeke them to disarme.
The good Christian.
Though that my Foes doe wrong me euery houre,
I doe them all the good lyes in my power.
The Wise King.
By these and Iustice, I shall wisely raigne.
/8/ By this and faith, Heauens Kingdome I shall gaine.
To him, whose heauy griefe hath no allay
46. Poperies principall Absurdities.
Of lightning comfort, three houres is a day:
But vnto him, that hath his hearts content,
Friday is come, ere he thinkes Tuesday spent.
Of all the hud-winkt trickes in Popery,
47. Of those who are too Kinde, too Courteous, &c.
Who ouerdoe good things.
This is the lamentablest foppery:
When God is made to speake, and to command
Men, in a tongue they doe not vnderstand,
And Men commanded are to Sing and Pray
To such fond things that know not what they say,
And these men hauing madly, sadly pray'd,
Themselues doe not know, what themselues haue said. (5)
Exuberant goodnesse, good mens names haue stain'd,
48. Some Mens Testament is not their Will.
Their too ranke Vertue is by some disdain'd.
Yet 'tis not Vice, but Vertue ouer strain'd.
He that will nothing spare whil'st he doth liue,
49. Why Wiues can make no Wills.
And when he dyes, vnwillingly doth giue,
Bequeathing what he gladly would keepe still,
Makes a good Testament; but an ill Will.
Men, dying make their Wills: why cannot Wiues?
50. A iust Retaliation.
Because, Wiues haue their wills, during their liues.
Dead Men bite not: great reason is there then,
51. A Prayer.
That we which now doe liue, should not bite them.
Lord, send me Patience and Humility,
/9/ 52. Reuerent Graue Preachers.
And then send Plenty, or Aduersity:
So if I be obseru'd, or disrespected,
I shall not be puft vp, nor yet deiected.
On holy dayes, I would heare such a Man,
53. Neat, quaint, nimble Pulpit Wits.
Graue, holy, full of good instruction.
These nimble Lads are fit for working dayes,
54. Diuers complections, and diuers Conditions.
Their witty Sermons may keepe some from playes.
A quiet, chast mind, in flesh faire, and neate,
55. Our Births, and Deaths, Reioycing, and Mourning.
Is like to dainty sawce, and dainty meate.
A hansome body, with a mind debaust,
Is like to dainty meate sluttishly saust.
A good wise mind, in flesh ill-fauoured.
Is course meate, sweetly faust, well-savoured.
A froward, lewde mind in an ill shap't feate,
Is scuruy-scuruy sawce, and scuruy meate.
When we are borne, our friends reioyce, we cry:
56. The Uanity of a Papisticall Shift.
But we reioyce, our friends mourne when we dye.
You say you worship not the wood, nor stone,
57. Curious barly Brethren.
For that's but the representation.
Wise Heathen vs'd this Fine Distinction.
Millions that know not this subtility,
Commit plaine, palpable Idolatry.
Which you in them, doe take some paines to breed,
That on their offerings you may fatly feed:
Why cause you else your Saints to weepe, sweate, bleed?
Those that will haue all Names out of Gods booke,
58. A Scriuener on a Trotter.
And hold all other Names in detestation:
Poore begging Lazarus Name, these neuer tooke,
They more feare pouerty, then Prophanation.
Scriueners get most by riding trotting horses,
59. Womens wise Teares.
Copper-Arts, and Gall, for Inke towards their losses.
Disburthening teares breeds sad hearts some reliefe,
/10/ 60. To my Reader.
And that's one cause, few Women dye of griefe.
If breuity my Reader doe displease,
62. [sic] Youths conceit, and Ages knowledge.
I vse it more for his, then for my ease.
I thought my selfe wise when I was at Schoole,
63. Hearbe-grace commonly called Rewe.
But now I know, I was, and am a Foole.
Chast men with name of Hearbe of Grace this grac't,
64. To Writers of Hereticall, and Keepers of
Because thereby, they thought they were kept chaste.
Some women hereupon did name it Rew,
Because thereby they thought they lost their Due.
When yee before Gods Iudgemen Seat shall come,
65. To a Periwiggian, who hopes to gaine by some
Out of your owne books, yee shall read your doome:
God need not to produce his owne True Booke,
For He doth daily on your False books looke.
Thou maist well hope to be some dead-mans heire,
66. Gossipes and Good-wiues.
For thou already wear'st some dead-mens haire.
Whither goe these Good wiues so neat and trimme?
67. A young Saint, and old Deuill, to a Corstous old
They goe a sipping, or a gossiping.
Come hither, Boy, wipe cleane my Spectacles,
I shall see none of these Good-women else.
Thou changed art of late (as I am told)
68. A mad Wenches Iustice.
Lesse charitable growne, as thou grow'st old;
Thy former good was heate of youth in thee,
For grace once rooted, will grow like a Tree,
Which neuer can eradicated bee.
Since not to be thy wiues head thou do'st scorne,
69. Wee are Gods Husbandry, or Gods crop out of a
fertile Christian Soule.
Thinke this as just, The head must weare the Horne.
A good Soule drest with Zeale, plow'd vp with feare,
70. To a faire Whore.
/11/ Water'd with Gods grace, a large crop will beare,
The roote firme Faith, Hope, the blade spreading faire,
From these springs Loue, into a large full eare:
The roote is sure, the blade endures the storme,
With sheaues of Loue we must fill full Gods Barne.
When we doe see a woman sweetly faire,
71. Riches is now a dayes the House vpon Mens heads.
We say that God hath done his part in her,
Thou passing faire, but passing wicked art,
In thee therefore Satan hath play'd his part.
In elder times good Manners made a Man:
72. Monyes Etymologie.
In our wise age, good Mannors maketh one.
Many thats Mone I : for when I haue none,
73. The Treasure of the Church, or the Popes
I pensiue am, and sad, and sigh, and mone.
Wert not for the huge, large, imagin'd chest,
74. A wicked, contentious mans Epitaph.
The Key whereof hangs at the Popes owne brest,
Where ouer-doers works, are rang'd for buyers,
For prophane Traytors, Gripers, Leachers, Lyers,
The Popes strong-bard-chest would be lin'd but thinne,
A bagge would serue to keepe his treasure in.
None liuing lou'd him, for his death none grieu'd,
75. An Epitaph.
Saue some say, Griefe it was he so long liu'd.
On euery well meaning man vndone by his kindnesse.
76. To one of Fortunes white Sonnes.
My rich heart made me Poore, comforting Sad,
My helping, Impotent, my Goodnes Bad.
Thou hast liu'd many yeeres in perfect health,
77. Death, and Warre.
Great friends thou hast, for thou hast got much wealth,
All things fall pat with thee, which thou would'st haue,
Were it not pitty thou should'st be a Knaue?
Warre begets Famine, famine, Plague, plague
78. The Popish Legend.
The Iewish Talmoud.
War breathes forth woes, but Death stops all woes breath,
/12/ Warre is great A of ills, and Death is Z,
In warres red Letters, Deaths feast-dayes are read.
The Legend, Talmoud, and the Alcheron,
79. To an Armenian Canary Bird.
Are differing lyes, for one intention,
They worke for differing works fram'd on one frame,
Like, lewd, large lyes, fit for the whet-stone game:
One way they tend, though feuerall wayes proceed,
Hee well beleeues, who makes them not his Creed.
Thou that think'st good works in Gods nose so sauory,
80. Faith without Works, Works without Faith.
What fauour think'st thou smells he in thy knauery?
To beleeue and liue ill, is but to thinke,
81. Ungirt, Vnblest.
Without Faiths salt, Good-works will quickly
Vngirt, vnblest: a Prouerbe old, and good,
82. True Charity.
A true one too, if rightly vnderstood:
Vnblest he shall be euerlastingly,
Who is not girt with Christian (6) verity.
Not, who doth not, yet gladly would goe to it,
83. From hardnesse of heart, good Lord deliuer vs.
Is Chast, but he that may, and will not doe it.
Its God alone that makes a tender heart.
84. A perswasion to Heauen.
To make hearts hard, ours and the Deuils part.
Where Heauen is, all our Diuines agree,
85. To a namelesse Religious Friend.
They cannot well tell, where Hells feate should bee.
Why should we not, to knowne Heauen bend our race?
Rather then by sinne seeke an vnknowne place?
Why dost thou euery Sermon Gods Word call,
/13/ 86. To King IAMES, King of Great Britaine,
&c. of blessed memory.
Since Preachers broach damn'd errors, flatter, brawle?
Indeed thou maist Sermons this praise afford,
It is, or should be, Gods owne holy Word.
Our Ministers in their Euangeling,
87. The most Catholike King of Spaine.
Praying for thee; stile thee Great Brittaines King:
Our Lawyers pleading in Westminster Hall,
Of England, and of Scotland King thee call.
For what great mystery, I cannot see,
Why Law, and Gospell should thus disagree.
Only I judge, that Preachers giue thee thine,
By their Law its as lawfull as Diuine.
The Spanish King is stil'd Most Catholicke:
88. What vse old Moones are put to.
In its hid a quaint mysterious tricke,
His meaning is not in Religion,
But he intends it in Dominion.
What doth become of old Moones thou dost aske,
89. Little Legges, and lesse wit.
And where her borrowed influence she shades?
For me to tell thee, twere too hard a taske,
A witty Wagge sayes, They fill Womens heads.
At first me thought a wise man thou should'st be,
90. Problematically prouing, that the City of Rome is
not the seat of CHRISTS Vicar
For Calfe about thee I could no where see:
Tis thought thy Calfes are walkt into thy braine,
For all thy talke is in a Caluish vaine.
Since Christ his old choice Citie ruined,
91. I proue it thvs.
'Cause it despis'd Him, and his Saints blood shed,
Why should He Rome, with supreme Grace inable?
Who kil'd him, and of his innumerable?
Our Lord was Crucifi'd by Pilats doome,
/14/ 92. Two Prouerbs coupled.
His death was Roman, and his Iudge of Rome,
And of his death the chiefe pretended cause, (7)
Was for the breach of Romes Imperiall Lawes:
And the ten bloody persecutions,
Was by th'authority of Romes great ones.
As those that get goods ill, doe them ill spend,
93. Good Counsell, ill Example.
So an ill life makes an vngodly end.
Those that perswade others to Godlinesse,
94. To an Vpstart.
And hue themselues vngodly nerethelesse:
Are like a ships Cooke, that calls all to prayer,
And yet the greazie Carle will not come there.
Thine old friends thou forget'st, hauing got wealth:
95. Christ in the middest.
No maruaile, for thou hast forgot thy selfe.
He that on earth with low humility,
96. Gods Word is a two-edged Sword.
Betwixt two Theeues vpon Mount Caluary,
Acted his Passiue-actiue Passion,
In highest heauen in supreme dignity,
Seating himselfe betwixt the Deity,
Acts his Actiue-passiue compassion.
O let me beare what thou dost act in me,
And act what may be suffered by Thee!
Gods Word wounds both wayes like a two-edg'd Sword,
97. To the admirably witty, and excellently learned Sir
Nicholas Smith, Knight, of Lorkbeare neere Exeter,
my ancient friend.
Taking occasion of an Anigram of his.
N.S.Tulaus mihi cos es.
The Preachers, and the Hearers of the Word:
The fore edge wounds the Hearers on the pate,
The backe-edge on the Preachers doth rebate.
Praises on duller wits a sharp edge breeds,
/15/ 98. To the right worshipfull William Noy,
Esquire, one of the Benchers of Lincolnes
Inne, long since of my acquaintance both in
Oxford and London.
Your Wit's all edge, he no such whet-stone needs.
Yet your steeld Iudgement, sharpe inuention,
Temperd with learning, and discretion,
Millions of praises merits as their due:
Who knowes you well, knowes well that I speake true.
Noah the second father of all the soules,
99. To the right worshipfull Nicholas Ducke, Esquire,
one of the Benchers of Lincolnes Inne, and Recorder of
the City of Exeter, my Cousin German.
Had in his Arke all beasts, and feathered fowles.
You in your Arke, as in a plenteous hoord,
Haue ster'd what Wit, or Learning can afford:
For all Lawes, Common, Ciuill, or Diuine,
For Histories of old, or of our time,
For Morall Learning, or Philosophy,
You are an exact, liuing Library.
But your rich mind mixt with no base allay,
Is ancient Opher of the old assay.
I may feare drowing, lanch I further forth,
In the large, full, deepe Deluge of your worth.
Although those Creatures, called by your name,
100. To the right worshipfull Arthur Ducke, Doctor of
the Ciuill Law, and Chancellor of London, Bath and
Wells, my Cousin German.
For their delight in dirt, deserue much blame,
And though that some of your profession,
Are glad when they haue got possession.
Of the foule end, or will dirt a cleere case:
You in your Circuittread a cleaner pase.
I know it, you abhorre those sordid things,
and where 'twas foule before, you cleere the springs:
For which, wise honest men you high esteemes,
May your yong Duckling paddle in like streames.
To correct Sinne and Folly to disgrace,
/16/ 101. An Epithalamium.
On the Marriage of Doctor Arthur Ducke, with one of
the Daughters and Coheires of Henry Southworth
To find out Truth, and Cunning steps to trace,
To doe this mildly, with an vpright pace,
Are vertues in you fitted for your place.
Amongst your best friends I am not ingrate
To God, who hath you giuen so good a mate,
Faire, Vertuous, Louing, with a great estate.
Would I had such another at the rate.
102. To the right worshipfull William Hackwell
Esquire, one of the Benchers of Lincolnes Inne, my
ancient kind friend.
Your large, compleat, sollid, sufficiency,
103. To the Reuerend George Hackwell, Doctor in
Diuinity, Archdeacon of Surry, my ancient & kind
Hid in the vaile of your wise modesty,
Your quaint, neat learning, your acute quicke wit,
And sincere heart, for great employments fit:
Beside your Law, wherein you doe excell,
Because you little shew of your great deale,
None can know well, except they know you well.
Should I dilate all your great gifts at large,
104. To the right worshipfull Iohn Barker Esquire,
late Maior of the City of Bristoll, my louing and kind
brother in Law.
Which for my weake Muse were too hard a charge,
An Epigram would to a volume grow,
If I their large particulars should show.
You haue your brothers whole sufficiency:
Saue for his Law, you haue Diuinity:
This may I adde, and with great ioy relate:
For which to you oblig'd is our whole State,
In our blest best plot, you haue sow'd good seeds,
Which doe out-grow Natures quick-growing weeds.
Bristoll your Birth-place (where you haue augmented
/17/ 105. To the wise and learned S.B.K.Knight.
Much, your much left you) is well recompenced.
In Counsell Office, and in Parliament,
For her good, you haue shew'd your good intent:
As you doe grace the place, that did you breed,
I pray, your Sonnes sonnes may there so succeed.
A poet rich, a Iudge, and a Iust man,
106. To the right worshipfull Iohn Doughty, Alderman
of Bristoll, of his right worthy wife, my especiall good
In few but you, are all these found in one.
I haue heard many say they'd not remarry,
107. To the worshipfull, Richard Long of Bristoll,
Merchant, and his good wife, my kind and louing
If before them their kind wiues should miscarry,
I feare, some of them from their words would vary.
Should your wife dye, sad sole you would remaine.
I haue sufficient reason for my aime,
You cannot find so good a wife againe.
Vnthankfulnes is the great Sinne of Sinnes,
108. To the Reuerend Doctor, Thomas Winnife, Deane of
Glocester, Prebend of Pauls, and Chaplaine to King
CHARLES, anciently of my acquaintance in Exeter
Colledge in Oxford.
But Thankefulnes to Kindnes, kindnes winnes.
For your deare loue accept my thankes therefore.
An honest heart is grieu'd he can no more.
Your sollid learning, and sincere behauiour,
109. To the right worshipfull Richard Spicer, Doctor
of Physicke, my louing and kind Kinsman.
Haue worthily brought you into great fauour,
And you are Deane of Gloria Cesaris,
Such Chaplaines our great Cesars glory is. (8)
Apollo, first Inuentor of your Arte,
110. To the right worshipfull Robert Viluain, Doctor
of Physicke, my ancient friend, in Exeter Colledge in
His hidden secrets doth to you impart,
Old Galen, Auicen, and all the rest,
Haue with their knowledge your graue iudgement blest,
You are both wise and happy in your skill,
Doing continuall good, and no man ill.
Let me change your Paternall name Viluaine,
111. To the Reuerend, learned, acute, and witty, Master
Charles Fitz-Geoffrey, Bachelor in Diuinity, my
especiall kind friend, most excellent Poet.
/18/ Somewhat more aptly, and call you Feele-uaine,
In Physicke still you are as good as any,
And with your Recipe's you haue holp't many,
Wherefore in troopes the to sicke you repaire,
Who hath your helpe, need not of health despaire.
Blind Poet Homer you doe equalize,
112. To a right worshipfull, discreet, sober Gentleman, a
Iustice of Peace, who of a wild demeand yong Gentlman,
is now become a Reuerend Minister, a painefull Preacher,
and a worthy Example.
Though he saw more with none, then most with eyes.
Our Geoffrey Chaucer, who wrote quaintly, neat,
In verse you match equall, him in conceit,
Featur'd you are like Homer in one eye,
Rightly surnam'd the Sonne of Geoffrey.
You know, I know, what kind of man you were;
113. To the same Reuerend Doctor.
Not like to make the man that now you are:
Your buds of Grace, were ouer-growne with folly,
These weeds pluckt vp, you are growne wholy holy,
From a strange, loose, wild waggish Libertine,
A Doctor learned, Preacher sweet, Diuine.
Many take Orders, Liuings to obtaine.
Plenty you had, Christs glory was your aime,
Your Friends ioy'd much, when they saw you so giuen,
Ineffable's the ioy that was in heauen.
You are turn'd old Saint, leauing your yong euils,
114. To my honest Bed-fellow the priuatly Charitable,
discreetly Beneficiall, Master Edward Payne,
Merchant of Bristoll.
Whilst many yong Saints, doe become old Deuils.
Piein is Greeke, to drinke: Pain, French, for
/19/ 115. To squint-eyed, enuious Momus.
With Paine (God sayes) with these we shall be fed,
Yet without Payne, many these needfuls gaine,
Only by thanking God, and Master Payne.
For praising These, doe not thou dispraise me;
116. A little of my vnworthy Selfe.
If thou wilt be as these are, Ile prasie thee.
Many of these were my familiars,
117. A Skeltonicall continued ryme, in praise of my New-
Much good, and goods hath fal'n vnto their shares,
They haue gone fairely on in their affaires:
Good God, why haue I not so much good lent!
It is thy will, I am obedient:
What thou hast, what thou wilt, I am content,
Only this breeds in me much heauiness,
My loue to this Land I cannot expresse,
Lord grant me power vnto my willingnesse.
Although in cloaths, company, buildings faire,
118. A Napkin to wipe his mouth that waters at these deserued
With England, New-found-land cannot compare:
Did some know what contentment I found there,
Alwayes enough, most times somewhat to spare,
With little paines, lesse toyle, and lesser care,
Exempt from taxings, ill newes, Lawing, feare,
If cleane, and warme, no matter what you weare,
Healthy, and wealthy, if men carefull are,
With much-much more, then I will now declare,
(I say) if some wise men knew what this were,
(I doe beleeue) they'd liue no other where.
Thus for this hopefull Countrie at this Time,
The end of the first Booke.
As it growes better, Ile haue better Ryme.
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