Clievelandi Vindiciæ, or, Clieveland's genuine poems, orations, epistles, &c. purged from the many false and spurious ones which had usurped his name, and from innumerable errours and corruptions in the true copies : to which are added many never printed before, with an account of the author's life. — Vindiciae

Clievelandi Vindiciæ, or, Clieveland's genuine poems, orations, epistles, &c. purged from the many false and spurious ones which had usurped his name, and from innumerable errours and corruptions in the true copies : to which are added many never printed before, with an account of the author's life. — Vindiciae

Table of contents

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Title page

TO THE Right Worshipful And Reverend FRANCIS TURNER D. D. Master of St. Iohn's Colledge in Cambridge, and to the Worthy Fellows of the same Colledge.

A short Account of the Author's Life.

CLIEVELANDI Manibus, Parentalia.

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In Tertiam (at verò primam) Editionem Poematum Iohannis Clievelandi.

In mortem Doctissimi, & Poetarum plane Principis Domini Clievelandi Epicedium.

On Mr. Clieveland and his Poems.

CLEVELAND'S Poems Digested in Order. SECT. I. Containing LOVE-POEMS.

Fuscara or the Bee Errant.

The Senses Festival.

To Julia to expedite her Promise.

The Hecatomb to his Mistress.

The Antiplatonick.

Vpon Phillis walking in a Morni•• before Sun-rising.

To Mrs. K. T. who asked him why he was dumb, written calente Calamo.

A Fair Nymph scorning a Black Boy courting her.

A Young Man to an Old Woman courting him.

Vpon an Hermaphrodite.

The Authour to his Hermaphrodite made after Mr. Randolph's Death, yet inserted into his Poems.

SECT. II. Containing POEMS which relate to STATE-AFFAIRS.

Vpon The King's Return from Scotland.

A Dialogue between two Zealots upon the &c. in the Oath.

Smectymnuus, or the Club-Divines.

The Hue and Cry after Sir John Presbyter.

The Mixt Assembly.

Rebellis Scotus.

The Rebel Scot.

The King's Disguise.

Rupertismus.

Upon Sir Thomas Martin who subscribed a Warrant thus, We the Knights and Gentlemen of the Committee, when there was no Knight but himself.

The General Eclipse.

SECT. III. Containing MISCELLANIES.

Vpon Princess Elizabeth born the Night before New-Year's Day.

Vpon a Miser who made a great Feast, and the next day died for Grief.

On the Memory of Mr. Edward King drown'd in the Irish Seas.

An Elegy upon the Arch-Bishop of Canterbury.

Epitaphium Thomae Spell Coll. Divi Iohannis Praesidis.

Mark Anthony.

The Author's Mock-Song to Mark Anthony.

How the Commencement grows new.

Square-Cap.

The Character of a Country-Committee-man, with the Ear-mark of a Sequestrator.

The Character of a Diurnal-maker.

The Character of a London-Diurnal.

A Letter sent from a Parliament-Officer at Grantham to Mr. Cleveland in Newark.

Mr. Cleveland's Reply.

The Officer's Rejoynder.

Mr. Cleveland's Answer.

An Answer to a Pamphlet written against the Lord Digby's Speech, concerning the Death of the Earl of Strafford.

To the Protector after long and vile Durance in Prison.

To the Earl of Newcastle.

To the Earl of Holland, then Chancellour of the Vniversity of Cambridge.

To the Earl of Westmorland.

A Letter to a Friend disswading him from his Attempt to Marry a Nun.

The Piece of a Common Place upon Romans the 4th. Last Verse. Who was delivered for our Offences, and rose again for our Iustification.

The Answer to the Newark-Summons.

Oratio in Scholis Publicis habita cum junior Baccalaureus in Tripodem disputaret Cantab.

Oratio Salutatoria in Adventum Illustrissimi Principis Palatini.

Ad Regem & Principem in Colleg. Iohan.

Oratio habita ad Legatum quendam Gallicum, & Hollandiae Comitem, tunc temporis Academiae Cancellarium.

Oratio habita cum unus è Prelectoribus, deficiente Termino, pensum (pro more) imponeret.

Oratio habita in Scholis publicis cum Patris officio fungeretur.

Actus primi Scena secunda.

Oratio Inauguralis, cùm Praelectoris Rhetorici munus auspicaretur.

Oratio habita in Scholis Theologicis, cùm Moderatoris partes ageret.

Oratio prior habita in Scholis Juridicialibus, Domino Doctore Littleton Respondente.

Oratio posterior, eodem Respondente.

Oratio itidem habita in Scholis Juridicialibus, cum Moderatoris partes ageret.

Ad Archiepiscopum Cantuariensem.

Ad Episcopum Lincolniensem.

Ad Episcopum Lincolniensem tunc temporis è carcere laxatum.

Ad eundem jam factum Archiepiscopum Eboracensem.

Epistola Gratulatoria ad Episcopum Dunelmensem, qui in Bibliothecam Iohannensem saepius fuit Beneficus.

Ad eundem Episcopum Dunelmensem.

Domino Edvardo Littleton, Sigilli Custodi.

Edvardo Herbert, Domino Herbert de Cherbury.

Ad Doctorem Newall.

Ad Magistrum Wandesforth.

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Vera Effigies IOHANNIS CLEAVELAND

Printed for Nat: Brooke at the Angel in Cornhill

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CLIEVELANDI VINDICIAE: OR, CLIEVELAND's Genuine POEMS, Orations, Epistles, &c. PURGED FROM The many False and Spurious Ones which had usurped his Name, And from innumerable Errours and Corruptions in the True Copies. To which are added many never Printed before, with an account of the Author's Life. Published according to the AUTHOR'S own Copies.

LONDON, Printed for Robert Harford, at the Angel in Cornhill near the Royal-Exchange, 1677.

TO THE Right Worshipful And Reverend FRANCIS TURNER D. D. Master of St. Iohn's Colledge in Cambridge, and to the Worthy Fellows of the same Colledge.

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Gentlemen,

THat we interrupt your more serious Studies with the offer of this Piece, the injury that hath been and is done to the deceased Author's ashes not only pleadeth our excuse, but engageth you (whose once he was, and within whose walls this standard of wit was [Page] first set up) in the same quarrel with us.

Whilst Randolph and Cowley lie embalmed in their own native wax, how is the name and memory of Clieveland equally prophaned by those that usurp, and those that blaspheme it? By those that are ambitious to lay their Cuckows eggs in his nest, and those that think to raise up Phenixes of wit by firing his spicy bed about him?

We know you have not without passionate resentments beheld the prostitution of his name in some late Editions vended under it, wherein his Orations are murthered over and over in barbarous Latine, and a more barbarous Translation: and wherein is scarce one or other Poem of his own to commute for all the rest. At least every Curiasier of his hath a fulsom Dragooner behind him, and Venus is again uneequally yoaked with a sooty Anvilebeater. [Page] Clieveland thus revived dieth another death.

You cannot but have beheld with like zealous indignation how enviously our late Mushrom-wits look up at him because he overdroppeth them, and snarl at his brightness as Dogs at the Moon.

Some of these grand Sophys will not allow him the reputation of wit at all: yet how many such Authors must be creamed and spirited to make up his Fuscara? And how many of their slight productions may be gigged out of one of his pregnant Words? There perhaps you may find some leafgold, here massie wedges; there some scattered rayes, here a Galaxy; there some loose fancy frisking in the Ayr, here Wit's Zodiack.

The quarrel in all this is upbraiding merit, and eminence his crime. His touring Fancy soareth so high a pitch [Page] that they fly like shades below him. The Torrent thereof (which riseth far above their high water mark) drowneth their Levels. Vsurping upon the State Poetick of the time he hath brought in such insolent measures of Wit and Language that despairing to imitate, they must study to understand. That alone is Wit with them to which they are commensurate, and what exceedeth their scantling is monstrous.

Thus they deifie his Wit and Fancy as the Clown the plump Oyster when he could not crack it. And now instead of that strenuous masculine stile which breatheth in this Author, we have only an enervous effeminate froth offered, as if they had taken the salivating Pill before they set pen to paper. You must hold your breath in the perusal lest the Iest vanish by blowing on.

Another blemish in this monster of perfection is the exuberance of his [Page] Fancy. His Manna lieth so thick upon the ground they loath it. When he should only fan, he with Hurricanos of wit stonnieth the sense and doth not so much delight his Reader, as oppress and overwhelm him.

To cure this excess, their frugal wit hath reduced the World to a Lessian Diet. If perhaps they entertain their Reader with one good Thought (as these new Dictators affect to speak) he may sit down and say Grace over it: the rest is words and nothing else.

We will leave them therefore to the most proper vengeance, to humour themselves with the perusal of their own Poems: and leave the Barber to rub their thick skulls with bran until they are fit for Musk. Only we will leave this friendly advice with them; that they have one eye upon John Tredeskant's Executor, lest among his other Minims of Art and Nature he expose [Page] their slight Conceits: and another upon the Royal Society, lest they make their Poems the counter-ballance when they intend to weigh Air.

From these unequal censures we appeal to such competent Iudges as your selves, in whose just value of him Clieveland shall live the wonder of his own, and the pattern of succeeding Ages. And although we might (upon several accompts) bespeak your affections, yet (abstracting from these) we submit him to your severer Iudgments, and doubt not but he will find that Patronage from you which is desired and expected by

Your humble Servants. I.L. W.D,

A short Account of the Author's Life.

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HE was born at Hinckley, a small Market Town in the County of Leicester, if we may esteem that small which glorieth in so great a Birth.

His Father was the Reverend and Learned Minister of the Place. Fortes creantur è fortibus. Being thus well descended for a vein of Learning he even lisped wit, like an English Bard, and was early ripe for the University, who was one.

To cherish so great hopes, the Lady Margaret drew forth both her breasts. Christ's College in Cambridge gave him Admissiōn, and St. Iohn's a Fellowship. There he lived about the space of nine years, the delight and ornament of that Society. What Service, as well as Reputation he did it, let his Orations and Epistles speak; to which the Library oweth much of its Learning, the Chappel much of its pious Decency, and the College much of its Renown.

[Page]The Rayes which he thus shed upon others, reflected upon himself. But that which alone may suffice for his honour is, that after the Oration which he addressed to that Incomparable Prince, of Blessed Memory, Charles the First, the King called for him, and (with great expressions of kindness) gave him his hand to kiss, and commanded a Copy to be sent after him to Huntington, whither he was hastening that Night.

Thus he shined with equal light and influence until the general Eclipse; of which no man had more Sagacious Prognosticks. When Oliver was in Election to be Burgess for the Town of Cambridge, as he engaged all his Friends and Interests to oppose it, so when it was passed, he said with much passionate. Zeal, That single Vote had ruined both Church and Kingdom. Such havock the good Prophet beheld in Hazael's face. Such fatal Events did he presage from his bloody beak. And no sooner did that Schrich Owl appear in the University but this Sun declined. Perceiving the Ostracism that was intended, he became a Voluntier in his Academick Exile, and would no longer breath the common Air with such Pests of Mankind.

From thence he betook himself to the [Page] Camp of his Sovereign, and particularly to Oxford the Head-Quarter of it, as the most proper and proportionate Sphere for his Wit, Learning and Loyalty; and added no small Lustre to that with which that famous University shined before.

His next Stage was the Garrison of Newark, where he was Judge Advocate, until the Surrender: and, by an excellent temperature of both, was a just and prudent Judge for the King, and a faithful Advocate for the Countrey. There he drew up that gallant Return to the Summons of the Besiegers, which spake him, and the rest that were embarqued with him, resolute to sacrifice their Lives to their Loyalty, had not the King's Especial Command, when first he had surrendred himself into the hands of the Scots, made such stubborn Loyalty a Crime. And here again he was Vates in the whole import of the word, both Poet and Prophet: for, beside his passionate resentment of it in that excellent Poem, The King's Disguise, upon some private Intelligence, three dayes before the King reached them, he foresaw the Pieces of Silver paying upon the Banks of Tweed, and that they were the price of his Sovereign's blood, and predicted the Tragical Events.

[Page]Thenceforth he followed the Fates of [...]istressed Loyalty, for which, when he had been long imprisoned at Yarmouth, he addressed his Petition to Oliver; wherein he courteth his freedom with such insinuations as might neither do violence to his Conscience, nor betray his Cause.

After many intermediate Stages (which contended as emulously for his aboad, as the seven Cities for Homer's Birth) Grays-Inn was his last: which when he had ennobled with some short residence also, an Intermitting Fever seized him, whereof he died. A Disease at that time Epidemical: and if it had taken him only away (so publick was the loss) it deserved to carry the name of a Common Mortality.

He was buried upon the first day of May (for which nothing but the 29. can attone) in the Parish Church of St. Michael Royal upon College Hill London, Anno 1658. To which being attended by many Persons of Learning and Loyalty, Mr. Edward Thurman performed the Office of Burial, and the Reverend and Learned Dr. Pearson (now Lord Bishop of Chester) Preached his Funeral Sermon, and made his Death Glorious.

And now there wanteth nothing but a Monument for him: and in this Book he [Page] hath erected one to himself, which Envy may repine at, but cannot reach.

CLIEVELANDI Manibus, Parentalia.

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UMbra diu Elisii lacrymabilis accola Pindi,

Pieriis haesit quae taciturna vadis,

Pegaseo meritae nudatáque remige primae

Serpsit humi, gemino dignior illa jugo;

Tandem cum cursum popularior awra negasset,

Trajecit famae vela datura suae.

Luce novâ radians, jam fulgida cernitu umbra,

Cui numen Phoebus foenerat, atque facem.

Ridet Hyampe [...] que humilem de vertice vallem,

Et volitat pennâ non nisi vecta suâ.

Iam reparat famae damnosa silentia, totâ

Qui canitúrque Deae, Pieridum que tubâ.

Cumque suâ, quae jam durabunt carmina, cedro,

Elusere minas temporis & tineae.

Blatta suo vexet Clievelandum Critica morsu,

Vsque suos ungues rodat, & usque virum;

Commistum salibus tamen ut gustarit acetum,

Deciduae ultricem mittet hirudo cutem.

Vsque Cothurnato conculcent carmina socco,

Queis, praeter fastum, nil sua Roma dedit;

Vsque necet Vatem crudum de pegmate Drama,

Et levis excipiat tam grave visus opus,

[Page]Attamen in meritos transibunt Sibila plausus,

Clamosumque, premet murmur inane, Sophos ▪

Altior incedit vates pumilone Cothurno,

Grandius & superat pegmata celsa decus,

Nostra quidem proavos aetas malè passa Poetas,

Vix canos gemino suscipit ore dies:

Sed resplendet adhuc aeterni nominis umbra,

Atque Poetastris dat sine nube diem.

Cui Tagus est Helicon, & Mons Auratus, Olympus,

Qui totas numerat Carmine divitias.

Plurima cui nitido collucet gemma libello,

Quamvis non panxit Sardonychata manus.

Dissimili ingenio qui plumbea saecla flagellat,

Quique alter Musis praesit Apollo suis.

Cedit in exemplar venturi temporis, aetas

Seraque Clievelandum consulet Archetypum.

J. L.

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1.

HAil venerable Reliques! unto whom

Old and new Idolatrous Rome

Might pay devotion

Free from superstition.

Your sacred Oracles found the Sibyl's fate,

Equally divine, alike unfortunate.

Injurious time did both disperse,

Like Pompey's Ruines, through an Vniverse.

Whose leaves (like these) scattered were,

The burthen of the swelling Air,

Though faln, yet like their Laurels flourishing and fair.

Those sacrific'd to Tarquin's Fame,

Deriv'd their splendour from their flame.

These from Charls his name

Illustrious became.

2.

Hail Mercury's and Apollo's Son!

If not by Nature, sure by Adoption.

By whose joint gift thou dost inherit

Cicero's tongue, and Virgil's spirit.

[Page]Worthy thou enshrin'd to rest

In a sacred Vatican,

Or learned Tusculan,

Worthy of Mecoenas breast.

Iustly the Muses stil'd, and Caesar's Laureate▪

Since in the State

Thy pen did the sword's business anticipate.

Thy quill the Roman Eagles did outfly,

And conquering taught the Rebell Scot fidelity;

The noblest triumph, and the happiest victory.

The Caledonian Satyre scarce thine withstood;

Vnto thy Laurel stoop'd the glory of his wood,

From thee Montross had learn'd to write in wounds and blood.

3.

Thou Caesar like, for sword and book renown'd,

Both in the Muses camp, and Martial crown'd;

(As if thy sacred wreath was meant

Both wits and lightnings fl [...]shes to prevent,

Both for security and ornament)

Thy no less flourishing praise

Deserves Minerva's double bayes

Who sang so sweet in troublesom, and Halcyon days;

Trent's dying Swans we see o'rcome with thy Mantum lays.

[Page]Both ready to resign that breath

With which you sing your own, and Countreys death.

Of Newark's, and your own sad story,

The equal grief and glory.

4.

Hail coelestial Vrn!

Whose ashes like the neighbouring stars do shine & burn'

And liberally dispense

To the Poetick world wit's benevolence;

Whose greater Orb the less doth influence.

Hail Reverend Bard! whose name in British story

Shall raise new Monuments of glory,

Whereon thou sublim'd shalt sit

The Genius of wit.

The winged Pegasus mounts so high,

As if to the wind the Gennet ow'd his Progeny.

The lofty Pindar stops his flight,

Avd only gazeth at, not emulates thy height.

Whom at that distance plac'd we see,

There's no parallel for thy Degree,

But thine own Climax, or Hyperbole,

Which out soars Dedalus his pitch, without his destiny.

L. T.

In Tertiam (at verò primam) Editionem Poematum Iohannis Clievelandi.

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QVid video? Video, et laetor spectare cluentis

Quam bene vulgati Tertia scripti libri.

Annon prima valent? nec adhuc genuina secunda

Quis spurias chartas edidit hasce suas?

Quis fuit hos pupos, strigosos, & male sanos

Qui genuit? prolem & te genuisse blatit:

Hujus Tune parens? imò nec Compater, ipsam

Consortem Tumuli ne patiare Tui:

Sed sic ludit iners & credula fama popelli,

Vnus delirat, plectitur innocuus,

Non nova peccanti res est simulare parentem,

Non nova mentiri nomen, & ora viri,

Filius ast tandem Clievelandi en Filius ipse.

Natus & ex Cerebro, ut nata Minerva Jovis,

Et cùm Cromvelicis nova Troja erat obruta slammis

Filius ut veteris sustulit ille Patrem. (ipsum,

Non est quòd clubites (lector) patrem exprimit

Regius, omninò Regius, Acta sonans,

Ingenio eloquio (que) po [...]ens, sed verba fatiscunt,

Solus qui potis est dicere, Tolle Librum.

Gasparus Justice.

In mortem Doctissimi, & Poetarum plane Principis Domini Clievelandi Epicedium.

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QVi metricis nollet pedibus Cantare Poetam

Pierides faciant, ut pereat podagrâ

Quae vestros Clievelande manus non pingit honores,

Scaevola, vel Tecum sentiat esse rogum.

Pullatus lachrymor, quoties Lux ista recurrit

Rubricam mortis quae memorare jubet.

Hinc Epocham, numeret Luctûs, Ecclesia & inde

Proh dolor! Exitium Carolus ipse suum.

In Scotos gladio Tibi Musa potentior olim:

Versibus & Victi succubuere Tuis

Vota utinam in Terris Regem renoventque Poetam

Hic Te Tuque illo Carole, dignus erat.

Sic Cecinit summo Cum moerore Edvardus Thurman.

On Mr. Clieveland and his Poems.

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CLieveland again his sacred head doth raise

Ev'n in the dust crown'd with immortal Bays,

Again with Verses arm'd, that once did fright

Lycambes's Daughters from the hated light,

Sets his bold foot on Reformations neck,

And triumphs o'r the vanquish'd Monster Smeck,

That Hydra whose proud heads did so encrease

That it deserv'd no less an Hercules.

This, this is he who in Poetick rage

With Scorpions lash'd the madness of the Age,

Who durst the fashions of the Times despise

And be a Wit when all mankind grew Wise,

When formal Beards at twenty one were seen

And Men grew Old almost as soon as Men,

Who in those days when Reason, Wit, and Sense

Were by the Zealots grave Impertinence

Y [...]leped Folly, and in Ve-ri-ty

Did savour rankly of Carnality,

When each notch'd Prentice might a Poet prove

For warbling through the Nose a Hymn of Love,

When Sage George Withers and Grave William Pryn

Himself might for a Poets share put in,

Yet then could write with so much art & skill

That Rome might envy his Satyrick Quill,

[Page]And crabbed Persius his hard lines give o'r,

And in disdain beat his brown Desk no more.

How I admire thee, Clieveland! when I weigh

Thy close wrought sense, and every line survey?

They are not like those things which some compose

Who in a Maze of words the wandring sense do loose,

Who spin one thought into so long a thread,

And beat their Wit too thin to make it spread;

Till 'tis too fine for our weak eyes to find

And dwindles into nothing in the end.

No; they're above the Genius of this Age

Each word of thine swells pregnant with a Page.

Then why do some Mens nicer Ears complain

Of the uneven harshness of thy strain?

Preferring to the Vigour of thy Muse

Some smooth, weak Rhymer, that so gently flows,

That Ladies may his easie strains admire

And melt like Wax before the softning fire.

Let such to Women write, you write to Men;

We study Thee, when we but Play with Them.

By A. B.

CLEVELAND'S Poems Digested in Order. SECT. I. Containing LOVE-POEMS.

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Fuscara or the Bee Errant.

NAture's Confectioner the Bee,

(Whose Suckets are moist Alchimy;

The Still of his refining Mold

Minting the Garden into Gold)

Having rifted all the Fields

Of what Dainties Flora yields.

Ambitious now to take Excise

Of a more fragrant Paradise,

At my Fuscara's sleeve arriv'd,

Where all delicious Sweets are hiv'd.

[Page]The Airy Freebooter distrains

First on the Violet of her Veins,

Whose Tincture could it be more pure,

His ravenous kiss had made it blewer.

Here did he sit, and Essence quaff,

Till her coy Pulse had beat him off;

That Pulse, which he that feels may know

Whether the World's long liv'd, or no,

The next he preys on is her Palm,

That Alm'ner of transpiring Balm;

So soft, 'tis Air but once remov'd,

Tender as 'twere a Jelly glov'd.

Here, while his canting Drone-pipe scan'd

The mystick Figures of her hand,

He tipples Palmestry, and dines

On all her Fortune-telling Lines:

He bathes in Bliss, and finds no odds

Betwixt this Nectar and the Gods.

He pearches now upon her Wrist

(A proper Hawk for such a Fist)

Making that Flesh his Bill of Fare,

Which hungry Canibals would spare,

Where Lillies in a lovely brown

Inoculate Carnation.

Her Argent Skin with Or so stream'd,

As if the milky-way were cream'd;

[Page]From hence he to the Woodbine bends

That quivers at her fingers ends,

That runs division on the Tree,

Like a thick-branching Pedigree;

So 'tis not her the Bee devours,

It is a pretty Maze of Flowers.

It is the Rose that b [...]eeds, when he

Nibbles his nice Phlebotomy.

About her finger he doth cling

Ith' fashion of a Wedding Ring,

And bids his Comrades of the Swarm

Crawl like a Bracelet 'bout her Arm,

Thus when the hovering Publican

Had suck'd the Toll of all her Span,

(Tuning his Draughts with drowsie Hums▪

As Danes Carouze by Kettle-drums)

It was decreed (that Posie glean'd)

The small Familiar should be wean'd.

At this the Errant's Courage quails;

Yet ayded by his native Sails,

The bold Columbus still designs

To find her undiscover'd Mines.

To th' Indies of her Arm he flies,

Fraught both with East and Western Prize,

Which when he had in vain essay'd,

(Arm'd like a Dapper Lancepresade

[Page]With Spanish Pike) he broach'd a Pore,

And so both made and heal'd the Sore:

For as in Gummy Trees there's found

A Salve to issue at the Wound;

Of this her breach the like was true,

Hence trickled out a Balsom too.

But oh! What Wasp was't that could prove

Raviliack to my Queen of Love?

The King of Bees now jealous grown,

Lest her Beams should melt his Throne,

And finding that his Tribute slacks,

His Burgesses and State of Wax

Turn'd to an Hospital; the Combs

Built Rank and File, like Beadsmens Rooms,

And what they bleed but tart and sowre

Match'd with my Danae's golden showre,

Live Hony all, the envious Elf

Stung her, cause sweeter than himself.

Sweetness and She are so alli'd,

The Bee committed Paricide,

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The Senses Festival.

I Saw a Vision yesternight

Enough to sate a Seeker's sight,

I wish'd my self a shaker there,

And her quick Pants my trembling Sphere.

It was a She so glittering bright,

You'd think her Soul an Adamite,

A Person of so rare a frame,

Her Body might be lin'd with th' same.

Beautie's chiefest Maid of Honour,

You may break Lent with looking on her.

Not the fair Abbess of the Skies

With all her Nunnery of Eyes

Can shew me such a glorious Prize.

And yet because 'tis more Renown

To make a shadow shine, she's brown,

A Brown for which Heaven would disband

The Galaxie, and Stars be tann'd;

Brown by Reflexion, as her Eye

Deals out the Summer's Livery.

Old dormant Windows must confess

Her Beams, their glimmering Spectacles,

[Page]Struck with the Splendor of her face,

Do th' office of a Burning glass.

Now where such radiant Lights have shown,

No wonder if her Cheeks be grown

Sun-burnt, with Lustre of her own.

My Sight took pay; but (thank my Charms)

I now impale her in mine Arms

(Love's Compasses, confining you

Good Angels, to a Circle too.)

Is not the Universe strait lac'd,

When I can clasp it in the Waste?

My amorous Fold about thee hurl'd,

With Drake I girdle in the World;

I hoop the Firmament, and make

This my Embrace the Zodiack.

How could thy Center take my Sense,

When Admiration doth commence

At the extreme Circumference?

Now to the melting Kiss that sips

The J [...]llied Philtre of her Lips;

So Sweet there is no Tongue can prays't,

Till transubstantiate with a Taste,

Inspir'd like Mahomet from above

By th' Billing of my Heavenly Dove.

[Page]Love prints his Signet [...] in her Smacks,

Those ruddy drops of squeezing Wax,

Which wheresoever she imparts,

They're Privy-Seals to take up Hearts.

Our mouths encountring at the sport,

My slippery Soul had quitt the Fort,

But that she stopp'd the Sally-port.

Next to these Sweets, her Lips dispense

(As Twin-conserves of Eloquence)

The Sweet Perfume her Breath affords

Incorporating with her Words.

No Rosary this Votress needs,

Her very Syllables are Beads.

No sooner 'twixt those Rubies born,

But Jewels are in Ear-rings worn.

With what delight her Speech doth enter,

It is a Kiss oth' second Venter.

And I dissolve at what I hear,

As if another Rosamond were

Couch'd in the Labyrinth of my ear.

Yet that's but a preludious Bliss,

Two Souls Pickeering in a Kiss.

Embraces do but draw the Line,

'Tis storming that must take her in.

[Page]When Bodies joyn, and Vict'ry hovers

'Twixt the equal fluttering Lovers,

This is the Game; make stakes, my Dear!

Heark, how the sprightly Chanticlere

(That Baron Tell-clock of the Night)

Sounds Boute-sel to Cupid's Knight.

Then have at all, the Pass is got,

For coming off, oh name it not!

Who would not die upon the spot?

To Julia to expedite her Promise.

SInce 'tis my Doom, Love's Undershrieve,

Why this Reprieve?

Why doth my She A-dvowson fly

Incumbency?

Panting Expectance makes us prove

The Anticks of benighted Love,

And wither'd Mates when Wedlock joyns,

They'r Hymen's Monkies, which he ties by th' Loins,

To play alas! but at rebated Foins.

To sell thy self dost thou intend

By Candle's-end,

And hold the Contract thus in doubt

Life's Taper out?

[Page]Think but how soon the Market fails,

Your Sex lives faster than the Males;

As if to measure Ages span,

The sober Iulian were th' Account of Man,

Whilst you live by the fleet Gregorian.

Now since you bear a Date so short,

Live double sor't.

How can thy Fortress ever stand,

If't be not Man'd?

The Siege so gains upon the Place,

Thoul't find the Trenches in thy Face.

Pity thy self then, if not me,

And hold not out, lest like Ostend thou be,

Nothing but Rubbish at Delivery.

The Candidates of Peter's Chair

Must plead gray hair,

And use the Simony of a Cough

To help them off;

But when I wooe thus old and spent,

I'le wed by Will and Testament▪

No; let us Love while crisp'd and curl'd;

The greatest Honors on the aged hurl'd

Are but gay Furlows for another World.

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To morrow what thou tendrest me

Is Legacy.

Not one of all those ravenous hours

But thee devours:

And though thou still recruited be,

Like Pelops, with soft Ivory;

Though thou consume but to renew,

Yet Love, as Lord, doth claim a Heriot due;

That's the best quick thing I can find of you.

I feel thou art consenting ripe

By that soft gripe,

And those regealing Crystal Spheres.

I hold thy Tears

Pledges of more distilling Sweets,

Than the Bath that ushers in the Sheets.

Else pious Iulia, Angel-wise,

Moves the Bethesda of her trickling Eyes

To cure the Spittle-World of Maladies.

The Hecatomb to his Mistress.

BE dumb you Beggars of the rhythming Trade,

Geld your loose wits, & let your Muse be spade.

Charge not the Parish with your bastard Phrase

Of Balm, Elixir, both the India's,

[Page]Of Shrine, Saint, Sacrifice, and such as these,

Expressions common as your Mistresses.

Hence you Phantastick Postillers in Song,

My Text defeats your Art, ties Nature's tongue,

Scorns all her Tinsoyl'd Metaphors of Pelf,

Illustrated by nothing but her self.

As Spiders travel by their bowels spun

Into a Thread, and when the Race is run,

Wind up their Journey in a living Clew;

So is it with my Poetry and you.

From your own Essence must I first untwine,

Then twist again each Panegyrick Line.

Reach then a Soaring Quill that I may write,

As with a Iacob's Staff to take her height.

Suppose an Angel darting through the Air

Should their encounter a religious Prayer

Mounting to Heaven, that Intelligence

Would for a Sunday-Suit thy Breath condense

Into a Body. Let me crack a string,

And venture higher. Were the Note I sing

Above Heaven's Ela; should I then decline,

And with a deep-mouth'd Gammut sound the Line

From Pole to Pole, I could not reach her worth,

Nor find an Epithet to shadow't forth.

Metals may blazon common Beauties; she

Makes Pearls and Planets humble Heraldry.

[Page]As then a purer Substance is defin'd

But by an heap of Negatives combin'd,

Ask what a Spirit is, you'l hear them cry,

It hath no Matter, no Mortality:

So can I not describe how sweet, how fair,

Only I say, she's not as others are:

For what Perfection we to others grant,

It is her sole Perfection to want.

All other Forms seem in respect of thee

The Almanack's mishap'd Anatomy:

Where Aries head and face, Bull neck and throat,

The Scorpion gives the Secrets, Knees the Goat;

A Brief of Limbs foul as those beasts, or are

Their name-sake Signs in their strange Character.

As your Philosophers to every Sense

Marry its Object, yet with some dispense,

And grant them a Polygamy with all,

And these their common Sensibles they call:

So is't with her, who, stinted unto none,

Unites all Senses in each action.

The same Beam heats and lights, to see her well

Is both to hear and see, and taste and smell:

For can you want a Palate in your Eyes,

When each of hers contains the beauteous prize,

Venus's Apple? Can your Eyes want Nose,

Seeing each Cheek buds forth a fragrant Rose?

[Page]Or can your Sight be deaf to such a quick

And well-tun'd Face, such moving Rhetorick?

Doth not each Look a Flash of Lightning feel,

Which spares the Bodie's sheath, yet melts the steel?

Thy Soul must needs confess, or grant thy Sense

Corrupted with the Object's Excellence.

Sweet Magick, which can make five Senses lie

Conjur'd within the Circle of an Eye!

In whom since all the five are intermixt,

Oh now that Scaliger would prove his sixt!

Thou Man of mouth that canst not name a she,

Unless all Nature pay a Subsidy,

Whose Language is a Tax, whose Musk-cat Verse

Voids nought but Flowers for thy Muses Herse,

Fitter than Celia's Looks, who in a trice

Canst state the long disputed Paradise,

And (what Divines hunt with so cold a scent)

Canst in her bosom find it resident;

Now come aloft, come now, and breath a Vein,

And give some vent unto thy daring strain.

Say the Astrologer who spells the Stars,

In that fair Alphabet reads Peace and Wars,

Mistakes his Globe, and in her brighter eye

Interprets Heaven's Physiogmony.

Call her the Metaphysicks of her Sex,

And say she tortures Wits, as Quartans vex

[Page]Physicians; call her the squar'd Circle; say

She is the very Rule of Algebra:

What e're thou understand'st not say't of her,

For that's the way to write her Character.

Say this and more, and when thou hop'st to raise

Thy phancy so as to inclose her praise,

Alas poor Gotham, with thy Cuckoe-hedge!

Hyperboles are here but Sacrilege.

Then roll up Muse what thou hast ravel'd out,

Some Comments clear not, but increase the doubt.

She that affords poor Mortals not a glance

Of Knowledge, but is known by Ignorance.

She that commits a Rape on every Sense,

Whose Breath can countermand a Pestilence.

She that can strike the best Invention dead,

Till baffled Poetry hangs down the head.

She, she it is that doth contain all Bliss,

And makes the World but her Periphrasis.

The Antiplatonick.

FOr shame thou everlasting Wooer,

Still saying Grace, and ne'r [...]all to her!

Love that's in Contemplation plac'd

Is Venus drawn but to the waste.

Unless your Flame confess its Gender,

And your Parley cause Surrender,

[Page]Y'are Salamanders of a cold desire,

That live untouch'd amidst the hottest fire:

What though she be a Dame of stone,

The Widow of Pigmalion:

An hard and un [...]elenting she,

As the new-crusted Niobe;

Or (what doth more of statue carry)

A Nun of the Platonick Quarry?

Love melts the rigor which the Rocks have bred,

A Flint will break upon a Feather-b [...]d.

For shame you pretty Female Elves,

Cease thus to candy up your selves;

No more you Sectaries of the Game,

No more of your calcining Flame.

Women commence by Cupid's Dart,

As a King hunting Dubs a Hart.

Love's Votaries enthral each other's Soul,

Till both of them live but upon Parol▪

Virtue's no more in Womankind

But the Green sickness of the Mind.

Philosophy (their new Delight)

A kind of Charcoal Appeti [...]e.

There is no Sophistry prevails,

Where all-convincing Love assails;

[Page]But the disputing Petticoat will warp,

As Skilful Gamesters are to seek at sharp.

The Souldier, that Man of Iron,

Whom Ribs of Horror all environ;

That's strung with Wire instead of Veins,

In whose Embraces you're in Chains;

Let a Magnetick Girl appear,

Straight he turns Cupid's Cuiraseer.

Love storms his Lips, and takes the Fortress in,

For all the bristled Turnpike of his Chin.

Since Love's Artillery then checks

The Breast-works of the firmest Sex:

Come let us in affections riot;

Th' are sickly pleasures keep a diet:

Give me a Lover bold and free,

Not Eunuch'd with Formality;

Like an Embassador that beds a Queen

With the nice caution of a Sword between.

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Vpon Phillis walking in a Morni [...] before Sun-rising.

THe sluggish Morn as yet undrest,

My Phillis brake from out her East,

As if she'd made a match to run

With Venus, usher to the Sun.

The Trees, like Yeomen of the Guard

(Serving her more for Pomp than Ward)

Rank'd on each side, with Loyal Duty,

Weav'd Branches to inclose her Beauty.

The Plants, whose Luxury was lopp'd,

Or Age with Crutches underpropp'd,

(Whose wooden Carkases were grown

To be but Coffins of their own)

Revive, and at her general Dole

Each receives his Ancient Soul.

The winged Choristers began

To chirp their Mattins, and the Fan

Of whistling Winds like Organs play'd,

Until their Voluntaries made

The weakened Earth in Odors rise

To be her Morning Sacrifice.

The Flowers call'd out of their Beds,

Start and raise up their drowsie Heads;

[Page]And he that for their colour seeks

May see it vaulting to her Cheeks:

Where Roses mix; no Civil War

Divides her York and Lancaster.

The Marygold (whose Courtier's face

Ecchoes the Sun, and doth unlace

Her at his rise, at his full stop

Packs and shuts up her gawdy Shop)

Mist [...]kes her Cue, and doth display:

Thus Phillis antedates the day.

These Miracles had cramp'd the Sun,

Who fearing that his Kingdom's won,

Powders with Light his frizled Locks

To see what Saint his Lustre mocks.

The trembling Leaves through which he play'd,

Dappling the Walk with light and shade,

Like Lattice-windows give the Spye

Room but to peep with half an eye;

L [...]st her full Orb his sight should dim,

And bid us all good night in him;

Till she should spend a gentle ray

To force us a new fashion'd day.

But what religious Palsie's this,

Which makes the Bows devest their bliss,

And that they might her footstep, straw,

Drop their Leaves with shivering awe?

[Page] Phillis perceiv'd, and (lest her stay

Should wed October unto May,

And as her Beauty caus'd a Spring,

Devotion might an Autumn bring)

Withdrew her Beams, yet made no Night,

But left the Sun her Curate-light.

To Mrs. K. T. who asked him why he was dumb, written calente Calamo.

STay, should I answer, Lady, then

In vain would be your Question.

Should I be dumb, why then again

Your asking me would be in vain.

Silence, nor Speech, on either hand,

Can satisfie this strange demand.

Yet since your Will throws me upon

This wished Contradiction;

I'le tell you how I did become

So strangely, as you hear me, dumb.

Ask but the chap-fallen Puritan,

'Tis Zeal that Tongue-tyes that good man;

(For heat of Conscience all men hold

Is th' only way to catch that cold:)

How should Love's Zealot then forbear

To be your silenc'd Minister?

[Page]Nay your Religion, which doth grant

A Worship due to you my Saint,

Yet counts it that Devotion wrong,

That does it in the Vulgar Tongue.

My ruder words would give offence

To such an hallow'd Excellence;

As th' English Dialect would vary

The Goodness of an Ave Mary.

How can I speak that twice am check'd

By this, and that Religious Sect?

Still dumb, and in your Face I spy

Still Cause, and still Divinity.

As soon as blest with your Salute,

My Manners taught me to be mute,

Lest I should cancel all the Bliss

You sign'd with so divine a Kiss.

The Lips you seal must needs consent

Unto the Tongue's Imprisonment.

My Tongue in hold, my Voyce doth rise

With a strange Ela to my eyes.

Where it gets Bail, and in that sense

Begins a new found Eloquence.

Oh listen with attentive sight

To what my prating eyes indite!

Or, Lady, since 'tis in your choice

To give, or to suspend my Voyce,

[Page]With the same Key set ope the Door

Wherewith you lock'd it fast before.

Kiss once again, and when you thus

Have doubly been Miraculous.

My Muse shall write with Handmaid Duty

The Golden Legend of your Beauty.

He whom his Dumbness now confines

Intends to speak the rest by Signs.

A Fair Nymph scorning a Black Boy courting her.

Nymph.

STand off, and let me take the Air,

Why should the smoke pursue the fair?

Boy.

My Face is smoke, thence may be guest

What Flames within have scorch'd my breast

Nymph.

Thy flaming Love I cannot view

For the dark Lanthorn of thy Hue.

Boy.

And yet this Lanthorn keeps Love's Taper

Surer than your's that's of white Paper.

What ever Midnight can be here,

The Moon-shine of your Face will clear.

Nymph.

My Moon of an Eclipse is 'fraid;

If thou should'st interpose thy shade.

Boy.

Yet one thing, Sweet-heart, I will ask,

Take me for a new fashion'd Mask.

[Page]Nymph.

Done: but my Bargain shall be this,

I'le throw my Mask off when I kiss.

Boy.

Our curl'd Embraces shall delight

To checker Limbs with black and white.

Nymph.

Thy Ink, my Paper, make me guess

Our Nuptial-bed will prove a Press,

And in our Sports, if any come,

They'l read a wanton Epigram.

Boy.

Why should my Black thy Love impair?

Let the dark Shop commend the Ware;

Or if thy Love from black forbears,

I'l strive to wash it off with Tears.

Nymph.

Spare fruitless Tears, since thou must needs

Still wear about thy mourning Weeds.

Tears can no more affection win,

Than wash thy Aethiopian Skin.

A Young Man to an Old Woman courting him.

PEace Beldam Eve, surcease thy Suit,

There's no Temptation in such Fruit.

No rotten Medlars, whilst there be

Whole Orchards in Virginity.

Thy Stock is too much out of date

For tender Plants t' inoculate.

[Page]A Match with thee the Bridegroom fears

Would be thought Incest in his years,

Which when compar'd to thine become

Odd Money to thy Grandam Sum.

Can Wedlock know so great a Curse,

As putting Husbands out to Nurse?

How Pond and Rivers would mistake,

And cry new Almanacks for our sake?

Time sure hath wheel'd about his Year,

December meeting Ianiveer.

Th' Egyptian Serpent figures Time,

And strip'd, returns into his prime.

If my Affection thou wouldst win,

First cast thy Hieroglyphick Skin.

My Modern Lips know not, alack,

The old Religion of thy Smack.

I count that Primitive Embrace,

As out of Fashion, as thy Face;

And yet so long 'tis since thy fall,

Thy Fornication's Classical.

Our Sports will differ thou must play

Lero, and I Alphonso way.

I'm no Translator, have no vein

To turn a Woman young again;

Unless you'l grant the Taylor's due,

To see the Fore-bodies be new.

[Page]I love to wear Clothes that are flush,

Not prefacing old Rags with Plush,

Like Aldermen, or Under-shrieves

With Canvas Backs, and Velvet-Sleeves:

And just such Discord there would be

Betwixt thy Skeleton and me.

Go study Salve and Triacle, ply

Your Tenant's Leg, or his sore eye.

Thus Matrons purchase Credit, thank,

Six penny worth of Mountebank;

Or chew thy Cud on some Delight,

That thou didst taste in Eighty eight▪

Or be but Bed-rid once, and then

Thoul't dream thy youthful sins agen:

But if thou needs wilt be my Spouse,

First hearken and attend my Vows.

When Aetna's fires shall undergo

The Penance of the Alps in Snow▪

When Sol at one blast of his Horn

Posts from the Crab to Capricorn;

When the Heavens shuffle all in one,

The Torrid with the Frozen Zone;

When all these Contradictions meet,

Then, Sybil, thou and I will greet:

For all these Similies do hold

In my young Heat, and thy dull Cold.

[Page]Then, if a Fever be so good

A Pimp as to inflame thy Blood,

Hymen shall twist thee and thy Page,

The distinct Tropicks of Man's Age.

Well, Madam Time, be ever bald,

I'l not thy Perriwig be call'd:

I'l never be 'stead of a Lover,

An aged Chronicle's new Cover.

Vpon an Hermaphrodite.

SIr, or Madam, choose you whether,

Nature twists you both together,

And makes thy Soul two Garbs confess,

Both Petticoat and Breechess dress;

Thus we chastise the God of Wine

With Water that is Feminine,

Until the cooler Nymph abate

His wrath, and so concorporate.

Adam, till his Rib was lost,

Had the Sexes thus ingrost.

When Providence our Sire did cleave,

And out of Adam carved Eve,

Then did Man 'bout Wedlock treat.

To make his Body up compleat.

Thus Matrimony speaks but thee

In a Grave Solemnity:

[Page]For Man and Wife make but one right

Canonical Hermaphrodite.

Ravel thy Body, and I find

In every Limb a double kind.

Who would not think that Head a pair,

That breeds such Faction in the Hair?

One half so churlish in the Touch,

That rather than endure so much,

I would my tender Limbs apparrel

With Regulus his nailed Barrel:

But the other half so small,

And so amorous withal,

That Cupid thinks each Hair doth grow

A String for his invisible Bow.

When I look Babies in thine Eyes,

Here Venus, there Adonis lies;

And though thy Beauty be high Noon,

Thy Orb contains both Sun and Moon.

How many melting Kiss [...]s skip,

'Twixt thy Male and Female Lip?

'Twixt thy upper Brush of Hair,

And thy neather Beard's despair?

When thou speak'st (I would not wrong

Thy Sweetness with a double Tongue,

But) in every single Sound

A perfect Dialogue is found,

[Page]Thy Breasts distinguish one another,

This the Sister, that the Brother.

When thou joyn'st Hands my Ear still phancies

The Nuptial Sound, I Iohn take Frances.

Feel but the difference soft and rough,

This a Gantlet, that a Muff.

Had sly Vlysses at the Sack

Of Troy brought thee his Pedler's Pack,

And Weapons too to know Achilles

From King Lycomedes, Phillis

His Plot had fail'd; this Hand would feel

The Needle, that the Warlike Steel.

When Musick doth thy pace advance,

Thy right Leg takes the left to dance:

Nor is't a Galliard danc'd by one,

But a mixt Dance, though alone.

Thus every Het'roclite apart

Changes Gender, but thy Heart;

Nay those which Modesty can mean,

But dare not speak, are Epicene.

That Gamester needs must overcome,

That can play both with Tib and Tom.

Thus did Nature's Mintage vary,

Coyning thee a Philip and Mary.

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The Authour to his Hermaphrodite made after Mr. Randolph's Death, yet inserted into his Poems.

PRoblem of Sexes! Must thou likewise be

As disputable in thy Pedigree?

Thou Twins in one, in whom Dame Nature tries

To throw less than Aums Ace upon two Dice.

Wer't thou serv'd up two in one Dish, the rather

To split thy Sire into a double Father?

True; the World's Scales are even, what the Main

In one place gets, another quits again.

Nature lost one by thee, and therefore must

Slice one in two to keep her number just.

Plurality of Livings is thy State,

And therefore mine must be Impropriate:

For since the Child is mine, and yet the Claim

Is intercepted by another's Name,

Never did Steeple carry double truer,

His is the Donative, and mine the Cure.

Then say, my Muse, (and without more Dispute)

Who 'tis that Fame doth superinstitute.

The Theb [...]n Wittal, when he once descries

Iove is his Rival, falls to Sacrifice.

[Page]That Name hath tipp'd his Horns; see on his Knees

A health to Hans-in-kelder Hercules:

Nay Sublunary Cuckolds are content

To entertain their Fate with Complement;

And shall not he be proud whom Randolph daigns

To quarter with his Muse both Arms and Brains?

Gramercie Gossip; I rejoyce to see

Th' hast got a Leap of such a Barbary.

Talk not of Horns, Horns are the Poet's Crest;

For since the Muses left their former Nest

To found a Nunnery in Randolph's Quill,

Cuckold Parnassus is a Forked Hill.

But stay, I've wak'd his D [...]st, his Marble stirs,

And brings the Worms for his Compurgators.

Can Ghost have natural Sons? Say Og ▪ is't meet

Penance bear Date after the Winding-sheet?

Were it a Phenyx (as the double kind

May seem to prove, being there's two combin'd)

I would disclaim my Right, and that it were

The Lawful Issue of his Ashes swear.

But was he dead? Did not his Soul translate

Her self into a Shop of lesser rate;

Or break up House, like an expensive Lord,

That gives his Purse a Sob, and lives at Board?

Let old Pythagoras but play the Pimp,

And still there's hopes 'tmay prove his Bastard Imp.

[Page]But I'm prophane; for grant the World had one

With whom he might contract an Union;

They two were one, yet like an Eagle spread,

Ith' Body joyn'd, but parted in the Head.

For you, my Brat, that pose the Porph'ry Chair,

Pope Iohn, or Ioan, or whatsoe're you are,

You are a Nephew, grieve not at your state;

For all the World is Illegitimate.

Man cannot get a Man, unless the Sun

Club to the Act of Generation.

The Sun and Man get Man, thus Tom and I

Are the joynt Fathers of my Poetry;

For since, blest Shade, thy Verse is Male, but mine

Oth' weaker Sex, a Phancy Feminine;

We'l part the Child, and yet commit no slaughter,

So shall it be thy Son, and yet my Daughter.

SECT. II. Containing POEMS which relate to STATE-AFFAIRS.

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Vpon The King's Return from Scotland.

REturn'd; I'l ne'r believ't; first prove him hence,

Kings travel by their Beams and Influence.

Who says the Soul gives out her Gests, or goes

A flitting Progress 'twixt the Head and Toes?

She rules by Omnipresence; and shall we

Deny a Prince the same Ubiquity?

Or grant he went, and 'cause the knot was slack

Girt both the Nations with his Zodiack;

Yet as the Tree at once both upward shoots,

And just as much grows downward to the Roots;

So at the same time that he posted thither

By Counter-Stages he rebounded hither.

Hither, and hence at once; thus every Sphere

Doth by a double motion interfere,

[Page]And when his Native form inclines him East.

By the first Mover he is ravish'd West:

Have you not seen how the divided Dam

Runs to the summons of her hungry Lamb;

But when the Twin cries halves, she quits the first,

Nature's Commendum must be likewise nurst?

So were his Journeys like the Spider spun

Out of his Bowels of Compassion.

Two Realms, like Cacus, so his steps transpose,

His feet still contradict him as he goes.

England's return'd, that was a banish'd Soil,

The Bullet flying makes the Gun recoil.

Death's but a Separation, though indors'd

With Spade and Javelin, we were thus divorc'd.

Our Soul hath taken wing, while we express

The Corps returning to their Principles.

But the Crab-Tropick must not now prevail,

Islands go back, but when you're under sail:

So his Retreat hath rectified that wrong;

Backward is forward in the Hebrew Tongue.

Now the Church Militant in plenty rests,

Nor fears, like th' Amazon, to lose her Breasts.

Her means are safe, not squeez'd, until the blood

Mix with the Milk, and choak the tender Brood.

She that hath been the floating Ark, is that

She, that's now seated on Mount Ararat.

[Page]Quits Charles; our Souls did guard him Northward thus,

Now he the Counterpart comes South to us.

A Dialogue between two Zealots upon the &c. in the Oath.

SIr Roger from a zealous piece of Freeze,

Rais'd to a Vicaridge of the Children's Threes,

Whose yearly Audit may by strict Account

To twenty Nobles, and his Vailes amount,

Fed on the Common of the female Charity,

Until the Scots can bring about their Parity▪

So shotten, that his Soul, like to himself,

Walks but in Cuerpo: This same Clergy-Elf

Encountring with a Brother of the Cloth,

Fell presently to Cudgels with the Oath.

The Quarrel was a strange mishapen Monster

Et caetera, (God bless us) which may conster

The Brand upon the Buttock of the Beast,

The Dragon's Tail tied on a Knot; a Nest

Of young Apocryphas, the fashion

Of a new mental Reservation.

Whilst Roger thus divides the Text, the other

Winks and expounds, saying, my pious Brother,

Hearken with reverence; for the point is nice,

I never read on't, but I fasted twice:

[Page]And so by Revelation know it better,

Than all the learn'd Idolaters oth' Letter,

With that he swell'd, and fell upon the Theme,

Like Great Goliah, with his Weaver's Beam.

I say to thee, Et caetera, thou ly'st,

Thou art the curled Lock of Antichrist;

Rubbish of Babel; for who will not say

Tongues are counfounded in Et caetera?

Who swears Et caetera, swears more Oaths at once,

Than Cerberus out of his triple Sconce.

Who views it well, with the same eye beholds

The old false Serpent in his numerous folds.

Accurst Et caetera! Now, now I scent

What the prodigious bloody Oysters meant.

O Booker! Booker! How camest thou to lack

This Fiend in thy Prophetick Almanack?

It's the dark Vault wherein th' Infernal Plot

Of Powder 'gainst the State was first begot.

Peruse the Oath, and you shall soon descry it

By all the Father Garnets that stand by it;

'Gainst whom the Church (whereof I am a Member)

Shall keep another Fifth day of November.

Yet here's not all, I cannot half untruss

Et caetera, it's so abdominous.

The Trojan Nag was not so fully lin'd.

Unrip Et caetera, and you shall find

[Page] Og the great Commissary, and (which his worse)

Th' Apparitor upon his skew bald Horse.

Then finally, my Babes of Grace, forbear,

Et caetera will be too far to swear:

For 'tis (to speak in a familiar Stile)

A Yorkshire Wea-bit longer than a Mile.

Here Roger was inspir'd, and by God's diggers

He'l swear in words at length, but not in Figures.

No by this Drink which he takes off, as loath

To leave Et catera in his liquid Oath;

His Brother pledg'd him, and that bloody Wine

He swears shall seal the Synod's Catiline.

So they drank on, not offering to part,

'Till they had sworn out the eleventh Quart:

While all that saw, and heard them joyntly pray,

They and their Tribe were all Et caetera.

Smectymnuus, or the Club-Divines.

SMectymnuus! The Goblin makes me start;

Ith' name of Rabbi Abraham, what art?

Syriak? or Arabick? or Welsh? what skilt?

Ape all the Bricklayers that Babel built.

Some Conjurer translate, and let me know it;

Till then 'tis fit for a West Saxon Poet.

[Page]But do the Brotherhood then play their Prizes,

Like Mummers in Religion, with Disguises?

Out-brave us with a Name in Rank and File?

A name, which if 'twere train'd would spread a mile.

The Saints Monopoly, the Zealous Cluster,

Which like a Porcupine presents a Muster,

And shoots his Quills at Bishops and their Sees,

A devout Litter of young Machabees.

Thus Iack of all Trades hath distinctly shown

The twelve Apostles in a Cherry-stone.

Thus Faction's A-la-mode in Treason's fashion,

Now we have Heresie by Complication.

Like to Don Quixot's Rosary of Slaves

Strung on a Chain, a Murnival of Knaves

Pack'd in a Trick; like Gipsies when they ride,

Or like the College which sit all of a side:

So the vain Satyrists stand all a row,

As hollow Teeth upon a Lute-string show.

Th' Italian Monster pregnant with his Brother,

Nature's Diaeresis, half one another;

He with his little Sidesmam Lazarus

Must both give way unto Smectymnuus.

Next Sturbridge Fair is Smec's; for lo his side

Into a fivefold Lazar multiplied.

Under each Arm there's tuck'd a double Gizzard,

Five Faces lurk under one single Vizard.

[Page]The Whore of Babylon left these Brats behind,

Heirs of Confusion by Gavelkind.

I think Pythagoras's Soul is rambled hither

With all her change of Rayment on together.

Smec is her general Wardrope; she'l not dare

To think of him as of a thorough-fare.

He stops the Gossiping Dame; alone he is

The Purlew of a Metempsychosis:

Like a Scotch Mark; where the more modest sence

Checks the loud Phrase & shrinks to thirteen pence;

Like to an Ignis fatuus, whose flame,

Though sometimes tripartite, joyns in the same.

Like to nine Taylors, who (if rightly spell'd)

Into one Man are Monosyllabl'd.

Shorthanded Zeal in one hath cramped many,

Like to the Decalogue in a single penny.

See, see how close the Curs hunt under a sheet,

As if they spent in Quire, and scan'd their feet.

One Cure, and five Incumbents leap a Truss,

The Title sure must be Litigious.

The Sadduces would raise a Question,

Who shall be Smec at th' Resurrection.

Who coop'd them up together were to blame,

Had they but wire drawn and spun out the name,

'Twould make another Prentices Petition

Against the Bishops and their Superstition.

[Page] Robson and French (that count from five to five,

As far as Nature fingers did contrive.

She saw they would be Sessers, that's the cause

She cleft their Hoof into so many Claws)

May tire their Carret-Bunch; yet ne'r agree

To rate Smectymnuus for Polemoney.

Caligula (whose Pride was Mankind's Bail,

As who disdain'd to murder by Retail,

Wishing the World had but one general Neck)

His glutton Blade might have found Game in Smec.

No Eccho can improve the Author more,

Whose Lungs pay use and use to half a score.

No Felon is more letter'd, though the Brand

Both superscribes his Shoulder and his Hand.

Some Walshman was his Godfather; for he

Wears in his Name his Genealogy.

The Banns are ask'd, would but the times give way,

Betwixt Smectymnuus and Et caetera:

The Guests, invited by a friendly Summons,

Should be the Convocation and the Commons;

The Priest to tie the Foxes tails together

Mosely, or Sancta Cl [...]ra, choose you whether.

See what an Off-spring every one expects;

What strange Plurality of Men and Sects?

One says he'l get a Vestry, but another

Is for a Synod; Bets upon the Mother.

[Page]Faith cry St. George! Let them go to't and stickle

Whether a Conclave, or a Conventicle.

Thus might Religions Catterwaul and spight

Which uses to Devorce, might once unite:

But their cross Fortunes interdict their Trade,

The Groom is Rampant, but the Bride is Spade.

My Task is done, all my he Goats are milk'd;

So many Cards ith' Stock, and yet be bilk'd?

I could by Letters now untwist the Rabble,

Whip Smec from Constable to Constable.

But there I leave you to another's dressing;

Only kneel down and take your Father's Blessing;

May the Queen Mother justifie your fears,

And stretch her Patent to your Leather ears.

The Hue and Cry after Sir John Presbyter.

WIth Hair in Character, and Lugs in Text,

With a splay mouth, & a nose circumflext,

With a set Ruff of Musket-bore, that wears

Like Cartrages, or Linnen Bandileers

Exhausted of their Sulphurous Contents

In Pulpit Fire-works, which the Bombal vents;

The Negative and Covenanting Oath,

Like two Mustachoes issuing from his Mouh.

[Page]The Bush upon his Chin like a carv'd Story

In a Box-knot, cut by the Directory;

Madam's Confession hanging at his ear

Wire-drawn through all the Questions, How and Where;

Each Circumstance so in the hearing felt,

That when his ears are cropp'd he'l count them gelt.

The Weeping Cassock scar'd into a Jump,

A sign the Presbyter's worn to the stump;

The Presbyter, though charm'd against Mischance

With the Divine Right of an Ordinance;

If you meet any that do thus attire 'em,

Stop them they are the Tribe of Adoniram.

What zealous Phrenzy did the Senate seize,

That tare the Rotchet to such rags as these?

Episcopacy minc'd; Reforming Tweed

Hath sent us Runts even of her Churches breed▪

Lay interlining Clergy, a Device

That's Nickname to the Stuff call'd Lops and Lice.

The Beast at wrong end branded, you may trace

The Devil's footsteps in his cloven face.

A face of several Parishes and sorts,

Like to Serjeant shav'd at Inns of Court.

What mean the Elders else, those Kirk Dragoons,

Made up of Ears and Ruffs like Ducatoons.

That Hierarchy of Handicrafts begun;

Those New Exchange-men of Religion.

[Page]Sure they'r the Antick heads which plac'd without

The Church, do gape and disembogue a Spout:

Like them above the Commons House t' have been

So long without, now both are gotten in.

Then what imperious in the Bishop sounds

The same the Scotch Executor rebounds:

This stating Prelacy the Classick Rout

That speak it often, e'r it spake it out.

So by an Abbey's Skeleton of late

I heard an Eccho supererogate

Through Imperfection, and the Voyce restore,

As if she had the Hiccop o'r and o'r.

Since they our mixt Diocesans combine

Thus to ride double in their Discipline,

That Paul's shall to the Consistory call

A Dean and Chapter out of Weaver's Hall,

Each at the Ordinance for to assist

With the five Thumbs of his groat changing Fist.

Down Dagon-Synod with thy Motley Ware,

Whilst we are Champions for the Cowmon Prayer,

(That Dove-like Embassy that wings our Sense

To Heavens Gate in shape of Innocence)

Pray for the Mitred Authors, and defie

Those Demicastors of Divinity.

For when Sir Iohn with Iack of all Trades joyns,

His Finger's thicker than the Prelates Loyns

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The Mixt Assembly.

FLea-bitten Synod, an Assembly brew'd

Of Clerks and Elders ana, like the rude

Chaos of Presbyt'ry, where Lay-men guide

With the tame Woolpack Clergy by their side.

Who ask'd the Banns ' [...]wixt these discolor'd Mates?

A strange Grotesco this; the Church and States,

Most divine Tick Tack in a Pye-bald Crew

To serve as Table-men of divers hue.

She that conceiv'd an Aethiopian Heir

By Picture, when the Parents both were fair,

At sight of you had born a dapled Son,

You chequering her Imagination.

Had Iacob's Flock but seen you sit, the Damms

Had brought forth speckled and ring-streaked Lambs:

Like an Impropriator's Motley Kind,

Whose Scarlet Coat is with a Cassock lin'd:

Like the Lay-Thief in a Canonick Weed,

Sure of his Clergy e'r he did the Deed.

Like Royston Crows, who are (as I may say)

Fryars of both the Orders, Black and Gray.

So mixt they are one knows not whether's thicker

A Layre of Burgess, or a Layre of Vicar.

[Page]Have they usurp'd what Royal Iudah had,

And now must Levi too part stakes with Gad?

The Scepter and the Crosier are the Crutches,

Which if not trusted in their pious Clutches

Will fail the Cripple-State. And wer't not pity

That both should serve the Yardwand of the City?

That Isaac might go stroke his Beard, and sit

Judge of [...] and Elegerit.

O that they were in Chalk and Charcoal drawn!

The Miscellany-Satyr and the Fawn,

And all th' Adulteries of twisted Nature

But faintly represent this ridling Feature,

Whose Members, being not Tallies, they'l not own

Their Fellows at the Resurrection.

Strange Scarlet Doctors these; they'l pass in Story

For sinners half refin'd in Purgatory;

Or parboyl'd Lobsters, where there joyntly rules

The fading Sables, and the coming Gules.

The Flea that Falstaff damn'd thus lewdly shows

Tormented in the Flames of Bardolph's Nose;

Like him that wore the Dialogue of Clokes,

This Shoulde [...] Iohn-a-Stiles, that Iohn-a-Nokes.

Like Jews and Christians in a Ship together

With an old Neck-Verse to distiguish either.

Like their intended D [...]scipline to boot,

Or whatsoe'r hath neither Head nor Foot:

[Page]Such may these strip'd Stuff-hangings seem to be,

Sacrilege match'd with Codpiece Simony.

Be sick and dream a little, you may then

Phansie these Linsey-Woolsey Vestry-men.

Forbear good Pembroke, be not over-daring,

Such Company may chance to spoyl thy Swearing;

And thy Drum-Major Oaths (of bulk unruly)

May dwindle to a feeble, By my truly,

He that the Noble Piercie's Blood inherits,

Will he strike up a Hot-Spur of the Spirits?

He'l fright the Obadiah's out of tune

With his uncircumcised Algernoon;

A Name so stubborn, 'tis not to be scan'd

By him in Gath with the six finger'd Hand;

See they obey the Magick of my Words,

Presto; they'r gone: and now the House of Lords

Looks like the wither'd Face of an old Hag,

But with three Teeth like to a triple Gag.

A Jig, a Jig, and in this Antick Dance,

Fielding and Doxie-Marshal first advance.

Twisse blows the Scotch-Pipes, and the loving Brace

Puts on the Traces and treads Cinq [...]e-a-pace.

Then Say and Seal must his old ham-strings supple,

And he and rumpled Palmer make a Couple.

Palmer's a fruitful Girl, if he'l unfold her,

The Midwife may find work about her Shoulder.

[Page] Kimbolton, that Rebellious Boanerges

Must be content to saddle Doctor Burges.

If Burges get a Clap, 'tis ne'r the worse,

But the fifth time of his Compurgators.

Nol Bowls is coy, good sadness cannot dance,

But in obedience to the Ordinance.

Here Wharton wheels about, till Mumping Lidie

Like the full Moon hath made his Lordship giddy.

Pym and the Members must their Giblets levy

T' encounter Madam Smec, that single Bevy:

If they two truck together, 'twill not be

A Child-birth, but a Gaol-delivery.

Thus every Gibelline hath got his Guelf;

But Selden he's a Galliard by himself;

And well may be; there's more Divines in him,

Than in all this their Iewish Sanhedrim;

Whose Canons in the Forge shall then bear date,

When Mules their Cosin Germans generate.

Thus Moses Law is violated now,

The Ox and Ass go yoak'd in the same Plough.

Resign thy Coach-box Twisse, Brook's Preacher, he

Would sort the Beasts with more Conformity.

Water and Earth make but one Globe, a Roundhead

Is Clergy-Lay, Party-per-pale compounded.

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Rebellis Scotus.

CVrae Deo sumus, ista si cedint Scoto?

Variata spleniis Domina Psych [...] est suis,

Aut Stellionatûs rea. [...]

Companulae omnes; totus Ucalegon fio;

Coriaceae cu [...] millies mille hydriae

Subur bicanis pensiles Paraeciis

Non siut refrigerio. Poeticus furor

Cometa non minus, vel ore flammeo

Commune despuente fatum Stellulâ,

Dirum ominatur. Ecquis è Stoâ suam

Iam temperet bilem, patria quando Iue

Tam Pymmianâ, id est pediculosâ, perit,

Bombimacbidisque fit bolus myrmeciis?

Scotos nec ausim nominare, carminum

Nisi inter amuleta, nec medit arier

Nisi cerebello, quod capillitio rubens

(Quale autumo coluberrimum Furiis caput)

Quot inde verba, tot venena prompserit.

Rhadamantheum fac, gut [...]ur esset nunc mihi,

Sulphurque, patibulumque copiosius

Ructans, Magus quam taenias Bombycinas

Poteram, ut Agyr [...]a Circulator, pilulas

Vomicas loqui, aut [...] Styga;

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The Rebel Scot.

HOw! Providence! and yet a Scottish Crew!

Then Madam Nature wears black Patches too,

What shall our Nation be in bondage thus

Unto a Land that truckles under us?

Ring the Bells backward; I am all on fire,

Not all the Buckets in a Country-Quire

Shall quench my rage. A Poet should be fear'd

When angry, like a Comet's flaming Beard.

And where's the Stoick can his wrath appease

To see his Country sick of Pym's disease;

By Scotch Invasion to be made a prey

To such Pig-Widgin Myrmidons as they?

But that there's Charm in Verse, I would not quote

The Name of Scot without an Antidote;

Unless my head were red, that I might brew

Invention there that might be poyson too.

Were I a drowzy Judge, whose dismal Note

Disgorgeth Halters, as a Jugler's throat

Doth Ribbands? Could I in Sir Empericks tone

Speak Pills in phrase and quack destruction,

[Page]Aut ut Genevae stentores Perilleis

Tartara & equuleos boare Pulpitis,

At machinauti par forem nunquam Scoto

Cunctis Sclopetis hisce gutturalibus.

Vt digna Dii duint, vorem par est prius,

Praestigator ut sicas & acinaces.

Huc, huc, Iambe, gressibus faxo tuis,

At huc, Iambe morsibus faxo magis,

Satyraeque tortrices tot huc adducite

Flagella, quot praesens meretur seculum.

Scoti Veneficis pares; audax stylum

Horum cruore tinge, sic nocent minus;

Vt Martyres olim induebant belluis

(Quasi sisterent Rogis sacros bypocritas)

En hos eodem Schemate, aut retro, Scotos,

Extra Scotos, intus Feras, & sine tropo.

Fallax Jerna viperae [...]ihil foves

Scoto Colono? Non ego Britanniam

Lupis carentem dixerim, vivo Scoto.

Quin Thamesinus Pyrgopolinices Scotus

Poterat Leones, Tigrides, Vrsos, Canes

Proprii Inquilinos pectoris spectaeulo

Monstrasse, pro obolis omnibus quibus sol [...]t

Spectare Monstra Cratis; & Forisimul

[Page]Or roar like Marshal that Geneva Bull,

Hell and Damnation a Pulpit full.

Yet to express a Scot, to play that prize,

Not all those Mouth-Granados can suffice.

Before a Scot can properly be curst,

I must like Hocus, swallow Daggers first.

Come keen Iambicks with your Badgers feet,

And Badger-like bite till your Teeth do meet:

Help ye tart Satyrists to imp my rage

With all the Scorpions that should whip this Age.

Scots are like Witches; do but whet your Pen,

Scratch till the blood come, they'l not hurt you then.

Now as the Martyrs were enforc'd to take

The shapes of Beasts, like Hypocrites at stake

I'll bait my Scot so, yet not cheat your eyes;

A Scot, within a Beast, is no Disguise.

No more let Ireland brag, her harmless Nation

Fosters no Venom since that Scot's Plantation:

Nor can our feign'd Antiquity obtain;

Since they came in, England hath Wolves again.

The Scot that kept the Tower might have shown

Within the Grate of his own Breast alone,

The Leopard and the Panther, and ingross'd

What all those wild Collegiats had cost.

[Page]Pene ocreatum vulgus. Et patria Feras

Scotos, eremum indicat terrae plaga.

Vel omnipraesentem negans Deum, nisi

Venisset inde Carolus, cohors nisi

Crafordiana, miles & Montrosseus,

Feritatis eluens notam paganicae,

Hanc praesti [...]isset semivictimam Deo.

Nec Scoticus est totus Leopardus, Leo,

Habent & Aram, sicut Arcam foederis,

Velut Tabellae bifidis pictae plicis

Fert Angelos pars haec, & haec Cacodaemonas.

Cui somniante Tartarum suasit pavor

Sic poenitere, viderat regnum velim

Nigrius Scotorum semel, & esset innocens.

Regio malignâ quae facit votum prece,

Relegetur ad Gyaros breves nunquam Incola!

Punisset ubi Cainum Nec exilio Deus,

Sed, ut ille trechedipnum, magis domicoenio.

Vt Gens vagans recutita, vel Contagium,

Aut Beelzebub, si des Vbiquitarium.

Hinc erro fit semper Scotus, certos locos,

Et hos, & illos quoslibet cilò nauseans.

Vt frusta divisi Orbis & Topographicae

Mendicitatis offulas, curtas nimis.

Ipse Vniversitatis haeres integrae,

Et totus in toto, Natio Epidemica.

[Page]The honest high-shoes in their termly Fees,

First to the Salvage Lawyer, next to these.

Nature her self doth Scotchmen Beasts confess,

Making their Country such a Wilderness;

A Land that brings in question and suspence

God's Omnipresence, but that Charles came thence;

But that Montross and Crawford's Loyal Band

Atton'd their Sin, and Christned half their Land.

Nor is it all the Nation hath these Spots,

There is a Church as well as Kirk of Scots.

As in a Picture where the squinting paint

Shews Fiend on this side, and on that side Saint.

He that saw Hell in's melancholy Dream,

And in the Twy-light of his Phancie's Theme

Scar'd from his Sins, repented in a fright,

Had he view'd Scotland had turn'd Proselite.

A Land where one may pray with curst intent,

O may they never suffer Banishment!

Had Cain been Scot, God would have chang'd his Doom,

Not forc'd him wander but confin'd him home;

Like Iews they spread, and as Infection fly,

As if the Devil had Ubiquity.

Hence 'tis they live at Rovers and defie

This, or that place, Rags of Geography.

They'r Citizens oth' World, they'r all in all,

Scotland's a Nation Epidemical;

[Page]Nec gliscet ergo jargonare Gallicè,

Exoticis aut Indicis m [...]dis, neque

Iberio nutu negare, nec studet

Callere quem de Belgicis Hoghen Moghen

Venter tumens, aut barba Canthari r [...]fert

(Quae coriatis una mens Nostratibus)

Pugna est in animo, atque in patinâ Scoto;

Huic Struthioni suggeret cybum Chalybs

Et denti-ductor appetitus baltheo,

Pro more pendulos molares inserit.

At interim nostras quid involant dapes?

Serpens Edenum, non Edenburgum appetit,

Aut Angliae, cuijam malum est Haemorrhois,

Haematopotas bos posteris meatibus

Natura medica supposuit hirudines,

Cruore satiendas licet nostro prius,

Nostro, sed & cruore moribundas quoque.

Nec computo credant priori, nos item

Novum addituros, servitutem p [...]istinae

Aliam, gemellam nuperae, fraterculos

Palpare, quando coeperant (charos nimis)

Suffragiorum scilicet Poppysmata,

Et crustulam impertire, velut offam Cerbero

Subblandiens decreverat Senatulus.

Nos aera loculis? arma visceribus prius

Indemus, usque & usque, vel capulo tenus.

[Page]And yet they ramble not to learn the Mode,

How to be drest, or how to lisp abroad;

To return knowing in the Spanish Shrug,

Or which of the Dutch States a double Jug

Resembles most in belly, or in beard,

(The Card by which the Mariners are steer'd)

No, the Scots Errant fight, and fight to eat,

Their Ostrich Stomachs make their Swords their Meat.

Nature with Scots as Tooth-drawers hath dealt,

Who use to string their Teeth upon their Belt.

Yet wonder not at this their happy choice,

The Serpent's fatal still to Paradise.

Sure England hath the Hemorrhoids, and these

On the North-postern of the Patient seize,

Like Leeches; thus they Physically thirst

After our blood, but in the Cure shall burst.

Let them not think to make us run oth' score

To purchase Villenage, as once before

When an Act past to stroak them on the Head;

Call them good Subjects, buy them Ginger-bread.

Not Gold, nor Acts of Grace, 'tis Steel must tame

The stubborn Scot, a Prince that would reclaim

[Page]Seri videmus quo Scotum tractes modo.

Princeps Rebelli mitior tergo, quasi

Sellas equino detrahens, aptat suo.

At jus rapinas has defendit vetus?

Egyptus ista perdit, aufert Israel

An Bibliorum nescis hos Satellites

Praetorianis queis Cohortibus (novae

Hierusalem triariis) Spes nititur

Sororcularum? Cardo, Cardo vertitur

Cupediarum, primitiva Legis?

O bone Deus! quanti est carere linteis!

Orexis ut Borealis & fames movet!

Victuque, Vestibusque cassi, hinc Knoxio

Sutore simul & Knoxio utuntur Coquo,

Piè quod algeant, quod esuriant piè.

Larvas quin usque detrahas, & nummulis

Titulisque, ut animabus, subest fallacia.

Librae & Barones (detumescant interim

Vocabulorum tympana) quanti valent!

Hic Cantianum pene, pene villicum,

Solidosque totos illa, sed gratis, duos.

Apage superbae frauduléntiae simul

Prosapia pictos, fide & pictos, procul:

Opprobrium Poetico vel stigmati,

Etiam Cruci Crux; non aliter Hyperbolus

Hyperscelestus Ostracismo fit pudo [...].

[Page]Rebels by yielding, doth like him, or worse,

Who sadled his own back to shame his Horse.

Was it for this you left your leaner Soil,

Thus to lard Israel with Egypt's Spoyl.

They are the Gospel's Life-guard; but for them

(The Garrison of New Ierusalem)

What would the Brethren do? The Cause! The Cause!

Sack-Possets, and the Fundamental Laws?

Lord! what a godly thing is want of Shirts!

How a Scotch Stomach and no Meat converts!

They wanted Food and Rayment; so they took

Religion for their Seamstress, and their Cook.

Unmask them well, their Honours and Estate,

As well as Conscience, are sophisticate.

Shrive but their Title and their Moneys poize,

A Laird and twenty pence pronounc'd with noise,

When constru'd but for a plain Yeoman go,

And a good sober two pence, and well so.

Hence then you proud Impostors, get you gone,

You Picts in Gentry and Devotion.

You Scandal to the Stock of Verse, a Race

Able to bring the Gibbet in disgrace.

Hyperbolus by suffering did traduce

The Ostracism, and sham'd it out of use.

[Page] Americanus ille qui coelum horruit,

Quod Hispanorum repat eò sed pars quota!

Viderat in Orco si Scotos (hui tot Scotos!)

Roterodamus pependerat medioximus.

Sat Musa! semissa fercularia

Medullitus vorans, Diabolis invides

Propriam sibi suam Scoti, paropsideus

Vt Berniclis enim Scoti; sic Lucifer

Saturatur ipsis Berniclatioribus.

Nam lapsus a furcà Scotus, mox & styge

Tinctus, suum novatur in Plant-Anserem.

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The Indian that Heaven did forswear,

Because he heard some Spaniards were there;

Had he but known what Scots in Hell had been,

He would Erasmus-like have hung between.

My Muse hath done. A Voyder for the nonce,

I wrong the Devil should I pick their Bones;

That Dish is his; for when the Scots decease,

Hell like their Nation, feeds on Barnacles.

A Scot when from the Gallow-tree got loose

Drops into Styx, and turns a Soland Goose.

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The King's Disguise.

ANd why so coffin'd in this vile Disguise,

That who but sees blasphemes thee with his eys?

My Twins of Light within their Penthouse shrink,

And hold it their Allegiance to wink.

O for a State-Distinction to Arraign

Charles of High-Treason 'gainst my Soveraign!

What an Usurper to his Prince is wont,

Cloyster and shave him, he himself hath don't.

His muffled Feature speaks him a Recluse,

His Ruins prove him a Religious House.

The Sun hath mew'd his Beams from off his Lamp,

And Majesty defac'd the Royal Stamp.

Is't not enough thy Dignitie's in thrall,

But thou'lt transcribe it in thy shape and all?

As if thy Blacks were of too faint a die

Without the Tincture of Tautology.

Flay an Egyptian for his Cassock-skin

Spun of his Countrie's darkness, lin't within

With Presbyterian badge, that drowzy Trance

The Synod's sable, foggy Ignorance.

Nor bodily, nor ghostly Negro could

Rough cast thy Figure in a sadder mold.

[Page]This Privy-Chamber of thy Garb would be

But the Close-Mourner to thy Royalty.

Then break the Circle of thy Taylor's Spell.

A Pearl within a rugged Oyster's Shell.

Heaven, which the Minster of thy Person owns,

Will fine thee for Dilapidations.

Like to a martyr'd Abbey's courser doom,

Devoutly alter'd to a Pigeon-room;

Or like a College by the Changeling Rabble,

Manchester's Elves, transform'd into a Stable.

Or if there be a Prophanation higher,

Such is the Sacrilege of thine Attire;

By which th' art half depos'd, thou look'st like one

Whose Looks are under Sequestration:

Whose Renegado-form at the first glance,

Shews like the Self-denying Ordinance.

Angel of Light and Darkness too (I doubt)

Inspir'd within, and yet possess'd without:

Majestick Twy-light in the state of Grace,

Yet with an Excommunicated Face.

Charles and his Mask are of a different Mint,

A Psalm of Mercy in a miscreant print.

The Sun wears Midnight; Day is beetle-brow'd,

And Lightning is in Kelder of a Cloud.

O the accurst Stenography of State!

The Princely Eagle shrunk into a Bat.

[Page]What Charm; what Magick vapour can it be

That checks his Rayes to this Apostasie?

It is no subtil fi [...]m of Tiffany-air,

No Cobweb-Vizard (such as Ladies wear;

When they are vail'd on purpose to be seen,

Doubling their Lustre by their vanquish'd skreen.)

No, the false Scabberd of a Prince is tough,

And three pil'd darkness, like the smoaky slough

Of an imprison'd flame; 'tis Faux in grain,

Dark Lanthorn to, our bright Meridian:

Hell belch'd the Damp, the Warwick Castle Vote

Rang Britain's Curfeu, so our Light went out.

A black Offender should he wear his Sin

For Penance, could not have a darker Skin.

His Visage is not legible; the Letters

Like a Lord's Name writ in Phantastick Fetters.

Clothes where a Switzer might be buried quick;

Sure they would fit the Body Politick.

False Beard enough to thatch a Poet's Plot

(For that's the Ambush of their Wit, God wot)

Nay all his Properties so strange appear,

Y' are not ith' Presence, though the King be there.

A Libel is his Dress, a Garb uncouth,

Such as the Hue and Cry once purg'd at Mouth.

Scribling Assassinate! Thy Lines attest

An ear-mark due▪ Cub of the Blatant Beast:

[Page]Whose Breath before 'tis syllabled for worse

Is Blasphemy unfledg'd, a callow Curse:

The Laplanders when they would sell a wind

Wafting to Hell, bag up thy Phrase and bind

It to the Barque, which at the Voyage end

Shifts Poop, and breeds the Collick in the Fiend.

But I'l not dub thee with a glorious Scar,

Nor sink thy Sculler with a Man of War.

The black-mouth'd Siquis, and this slandering suit

Both do alike in Picture execute.

But since w'are all call'd Papists; why not date

Devotion to the Rags thus Consecrate?

As Temples use to have their Porches wrought

With Sphynxes, Creatures of an Antique draught,

And purling Portraitures, to shew that there

Riddles inhabited; the like is here.

But pardon Sir, since I presume to be

Clerk of this Closet to your Majesty;

Methinks in this your dark mysterious Dress,

I see the Gospel couch'd in Parables.

The second view my purblind phancy wipes,

And shews Religion in its dusky Types,

Such a Text Ro [...]l, so obscure a shade,

Was Salomon in Proverbs all array'd.

Come all the Brats of this Expounding Age

To whom the Spiri [...]s in Pupilage:

[Page]You that damn more than ever Sampson slew,

And with his Engine the same Jaw-bone too.

How is't he scapes your Inquisition free;

Since bound up in the Bible's Livery?

Hence Cabinet-Intruders, Pick-Locks hence,

You that dim Jewels with your Bristol-sence,

And Characters, like Witches, so torment,

Till they confess a Guilt, though Innocent.

Keys for this Cipher you can never get,

None but Saint Peter's ope this Cabinet;

This Cabinet, whose Aspect would benight

Critick Spectators with redundant light.

A Prince most seen is least. What Scriptures call

The Revelation, is most mystical.

Mount then thou Shadow Royal, and with haste

Advance thy Morning-Star, Charles overcast.

May thy strange Journey contradictions twist,

And sorce fair Weather from a Scottish mist.

Heavens Confessors are pos'd; those Star-ey'd Sages

T'interpret an Eclipse thus riding Stages.

Thus Israel-like he travels with a Cloud,

Both as a Conduct to him and a Shroud.

But O! He goes to Gibeon, and renews

A League with mouldy bread and clouted shoes.

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Rupertismus.

O That I could but vote myself a Poet,

Or had the Legislative knack to do it!

Or like the Doctors Militant could get

Dubb'd at adventure Verser Banneret.

Or had I Cacus trick to make my Rhymes

Their own Antipodes, and track the times,

Faces about sayes the Remonstrant Spirit,

Allegiance is Malignant, Treason Merit.

Huntington-Colt that pos'd the Sage Recorder

Might be a Sturgeon now and pass by Order.

Had I but Elsing's Gift (that splay-mouth'd Brother)

That declares one way, and yet means another:

Could I thus write asquint, then Sir long since

You had been sung a Great and Glorious Prince.

I had observ'd the Language of these dayes,

Blasphem'd you, and then periwig'd the Phrase

With humble service, and such other Fustian,

Bells which ring backward in this great Combustion

I had revil'd you, and without offence

The Literal and th' Equitable sence

Would make it good. When all fails this will do't,

Sure that Distinction cle [...]t the Devil's foot.

[Page]This were my Dialect, would your Highness please

To read me but with Hebrew Spectacles;

Interpret counter what is cross rehears'd;

Libels are Commendations when revers'd.

Just as an Optique Glass contracts the Sight

At one end, but when turn'd doth multiply't.

But you're inchanted, Sir you're doubly free

From the great Guns and Squibbing Poetry;

Whom neither Bilbo, nor Invention pierces,

Proof, even 'gainst th' Artillery of Verses,

Strange! That the Muses cannot wound your Mail,

If not their Art, yet let their Sex prevail.

At that known Leaguer where the Bonny Besses

Suppli'd the Bow-strings with their twisted Tresses,

Your Spels could ne'r have fenc'd you, ev'ry Arrow

Had lanc'd your noble Breast & drunk the Marrow:

For Beauty, like white Powder, makes no noise,

And yet the silent Hypocrite destroys.

Then use the Nuns of Helicon with pity,

Lest Wharton tell his Gossips of the City,

That you kill Women too, nay Maids, and such

Their General wants Militia to touch;

Impotent Essex! Is it not a shame

Our Commonwealth, like to a Turkish Dame,

Should have an Eunuch Guardian? May she be

Ravish'd by Charles, rather than sav'd by thee.

[Page]But why, my Muse, like a Green-sickness Girl,

Feed'st thou on Coals and Dirt? A Gelding Earl

Gives no more relish to thy Female palate

Then to the Ass did once the Thistle-Salat.

Then quit his barren Theme, and all at once

Thou and thy Sisters, like bright Amazons,

Give Rupert an Alarum. Rupert! one

Whose name is Wit's Superfoetation;

Makes Phancy, like Eternitie's round womb,

Unite all Valour past, present, to come.

He, who the old Philosophy controuls,

That voted down Plurality of Souls.

He breaths a Grand Committee; all that were

The Wonders of their Age constellate here.

And as the Elder Sisters Growth and Sense

(Souls paramount themselves) in Man commence

But faculties of Reason Queen; no more

Are they to him, who was complete before,

Ingredients of his Virtues. Thread the Beads

Of Caesar's Acts, Great Pompey's and the Swedes,

And 'tis a Bracelet fit for Rupert's hand,

By which that vast triumvirat is span'd.

Here, here is Palmestry; here you may read

How long the World shall live, and when't shall bleed.

What every Man winds up that Rupert hath;

For Nature rais'd him on the Publick Faith.

[Page] Pandora's Brother, to make up whose store

The Gods were fain to run upon the score.

Such was the Painter's Brief for Venus Face,

Item an Eye from Iane, a Lip from Grace.

Let Isaac and his Cit [...] [...]lay off the Plate.

That tips their Antlets, for their Calf of State.

Let the Zeal-twanging Nose that wants a Ridge,

Snuffling devoutly, drop his silver Bridge;

Yes and the Gossip's Spoon augment the Sum,

Although poor Caleb lose his Christendom.

Rupert outweighs that in his Sterling self,

Which their Self-want pays in Committee-pelf.

Pardon, Great Sir; for that ignoble Crew

Gains when made Bankrupt in the Scales with you.

As he who in his Character of Light

Styl'd it God's shadow, made it far more bright

By an Eclipse so glorious (Light is dim,

And a black Nothing when compar'd with him)

So 'tis Illustrious to be Rupert's foil,

And a just Trophee to be made his spoil.

I'll pin my Faith on the Diurnal's sleeve

Hereafter, and the Guild-Hall Creed believe.

The Conquests which the Common-Council hears

With their wide listning Mouth from the Great Peers

That run away in Triumph; such a Foe

Can make Men Victors in their Overthrow.

[Page]Where Providence and Valour meet in one,

Courage so poiz'd with Circumspection,

That he revives the Quarrel once again

Of the Soul's Throne; whether in Heart, or Brain,

And leaves it a drawn Match; whose fervor can

Hatch him, whom Nature poach'd but half a man.

His Trumpet, like the Angels at the last,

Makes the Soul rise by a miraculous blast.

Was that Mount Athos carv'd in shape of Man,

As was design'd by th' Macedonian,

Whose right hand should a populous Land contain,

The left should be a Channel to the Main;

His Spirit would inform th' Amphibious Figure,

And straight laced sweat for a Dominion bigger.

The terror of whose Name can out of seven,

Like Falstaf's Buckram-men, make fly eleven.

Thus some grow rich by breaking; Vipers thus

By being slain are made more numerous.

No wonder they'l confess no loss of men;

For Rupert knocks 'em till they gig again.

They fear the Giblets of his Train, they fear,

Even his Dog, that four-leg'd Cavalier.

He that devours the Scraps that Lunsford makes,

Whose Picture feeds upon a Child in stakes;

Who name but Charles he comes aloft for him;

[...]ut holds up his Malignant Leg at Pym:

[Page]'Gainst whom they have these Articles in Souse,

First, that he barks against the Sense o'th' House;

Resolv'd Delinquent; to the Tower straight;

Either to th' Lyons, or the Bishop's Grate.

Next for his ceremonious wag o'th' Tail;

But there the Sisterhood will be his Bail;

At least the Countess with Lust's Amsterdam,

That lets in all Religions of the Game.

Thirdly; he smells Intelligence; that's better

And cheaper too, than Pym's from his own Letter,

Who's doubly paid (Fortune or we the blinder!)

For making Plots, and then for Fox the finder.

Lastly; he is a Devil without doubt;

For when he would lie down he wheels about;

Makes Circles and is couchant in a Ring,

And therefore score up one for conjuring.

What canst thou say, thou Wretch? O quarter! quarter!

I'm but an Instrument, a mere Sir Arthur:

If I must hang, O let not our Fates vary,

Whose Office 'tis alike to fetch and carry!

No hopes of a Reprieve; the mutinous stir,

That strung the Jesuit will dispatch the Cur.

Were I a Devil, as the Rabble fears,

I see the House would try me by my Peers.

There Iowler there! ah Iowler! 'st, 'tis nought,

What e'r the Accusers cry, they'r at default,

[Page]And Glyn and Maynard have no more to say,

Then when the glorious Strafford stood at bay.

Thus Libels but amount to him we see

T' enjoy a Copyhold of Victory.

Saint Peter's shadow heal'd, Rupert's is such

'Twould find Saint Peter work, and wound as much▪

He gags their Guns, defeats their dire intent,

The Cannons do but lisp and complement.

Sure Iove descended in a leaden shower

To get this Perseus; hence the fatal power

Of Shot is strangled; Bullets thus allied

Fear to commit an Act of Paricide.

Go on brave Prince, and make the World confess,

Thou art the greater World, and that the less.

Scatter th' accumulative King; untruss

That five-fold Fiend the State's Smectymm [...],

Who place Religion in their Vellam-ears,

As in their Phylacters the Iews did theirs.

England's a Paradise, and a modest word,

Since guarded by a Cherub's flaming Sword.

Your Name can scare an Atheist to his prayers,

And cure the Chin-cough better than the Bears.

Old Sibils Charm Toothach with you, the Nurse

Makes you still Children, and the pond'rous Curse

The Clown salutes with is deriv'd from you,

Now Rupert take thee Rogue, how dost thou do?

[Page]In fine the Name of Rupert thunders so,

Kimbolton's but a rumbling Wheelbarrow.

Upon Sir Thomas Martin who subscribed a Warrant thus, We the Knights and Gentlemen of the Committee, when there was no Knight but himself.

HAng out a Flag and gather pence a piece.

Which Africk never bred, nor swelling Greece

With Stories Tympany; a Beast so rare,

No Lecturer's wrought Cap, or Barthol'mew Fair

Can match him, Nature's Whimsey that outvies

Tredescant and his Ark of Novelties;

The Gog and Magog of Prodigious Sights;

With reverence to your eyes, Sir Thomas Knights.

But is this Bigamy of Titles due?

Are you Sir Thomas and Sir Martin too?

Issachar couchant'twixt a brace of Sirs,

Thou Knighthood in a pair of Panniers.

Thou that look'st wrap'd up in thy warlike-leather▪

Like Valentine and Orson bound together.

[Page] Spur's Representative, thou that art able

To be a Voyder to King Arthur's Table;

Who in this Sacrilegious Mass of all,

It seems, has swallow'd Winsor's Hospital.

Pair Royal, headed Cerberus his Cosin;

Hercules Labors were a Baker's dozen,

Had he but trump'd on thee, whose forked neck

Might well have answer'd at the Font for Smec.

But can a Knighthood on a Knighthood ly?

Metal on Metal is false Heraldry.

And yet the known Godfry of Bouloign's Coat

Shines in Exception to the Herald's Vote.

Great Spirits move not by Pedantick Laws,

Their Actions, though Eccentrick, state the Cause.

And Priscian bleeds with honour. Caesar thus

Subscrib'd two Consuls with one Iulius.

Tom never oaded-Squire, scarce Yeoman high,

Is Tom twice dipp'd; Knight of a double die?

Fond man, whose Fate is in his Name betray'd,

It is the setting Sun doubles his shade:

But it's no matter; for amphibious he

May have a Knight hang'd, yet Sir Tom go free.

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The General Eclipse.

LAdies that guild the glittering Noon,

And by Reflection mend his Ray,

Whose Beauty makes the sprightly Sun

To dance, as upon Easter-day;

What are you now the Queen's away?

Courageous Eagles, who have whet

Your Eyes upon Majestick Light,

And thence deriv'd such Martial heat,

That still your Looks maintain the Fight;

What are you since the King's Goodnight?

Cavalier-buds, whom Nature teems,

As a Reserve for England's Throne,

Spirits whose double edge redeems

The last Age, and adorns your own;

What are you now the Prince is gone?

As an obstructed Fountain's head

Cuts the Intail off from the Streams,

And Brooks are disinherited;

Honour and Beauty are mere Dreams,

Since Charles and Mary lost their Beams.

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Criminal Valors! who commit

Your Gallantry, whose Poean brings

A Psalm of Mercy after it;

In this sad Solstice of the King's,

Your Victory hath mew'd her wings.

See how your Souldier wears his Cage

Of Iron, like the Captive Turk,

And as the Guerdon of his Rage!

See how your glimmering Peers do lurk,

Or at the best work Journey-work!

Thus 'tis a General Eclipse,

And the whole World is al-a-mor [...];

Only the House of Commons trips

The Stage in a Triumphant sort,

Now e'n Iohn Lilburn take 'em for't.

SECT. III. Containing MISCELLANIES.

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Vpon Princess Elizabeth born the Night before New-Year's Day.

AStrologers say, Venus, the self same Star

Is both our Hesperus and Lucifer;

The Antitype, this Venus makes it true,

She shuts the old Year, and begins the new.

Her Brother with a Star at Noon was born,

She like a Star both of the Eve and Morn.

Count o'r the Stars, fair Queen, in Babes, and vie

With every Year a new Epiphany.

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Vpon a Miser who made a great Feast, and the next day died for Grief.

NOr scapes he so; our Dinner was so good

My liquorish Muse cannot but chew the Cud,

And what delight she took in th' Invitation

Strives to tast o'r again in this Relation.

After a tedious Grace in Hopkin's Rhyme,

Not for Devotion, but to take up time,

March'd the Train'd-Band of Dishes, usher'd there

To shew their Postures, and then as they were:

For he invites no Teeth, perchance the Eye

He will afford, the Lover's Gluttony.

Thus is our Feast a Muster, not a Fight,

Our Weapon's not for Service, but for Sight.

But are we Tantaliz'd? Is all this Meat

Cook'd by a Limner for [...]o view, not eat?

Th' Astrologers keep such Houses when they sup

On Joynts of Taurus, or the heavenly Tup.

What ever Feasts he made are summ'd up here,

His Table vies not standing with his Cheer;

His Churchings, Christnings; in this Meal are all,

And not transcrib'd, but in th' Original.

Christmass is no Feast moveable; for lo,

The self same Dinner was ten years ago!

[Page]'Twill be immortal, if it longer stay,

The Gods will eat it for Ambrosia.

But stay a while; unless my Whinyard fail,

Or is inchanted, I'll cut off the Intail.

Saint George for England then! have at the Mutton,

Where the first cut calls me blood-thirsty Glutton.

Stout Ajax with his anger-codled brain

Killing a Sheep thought Agamemnon slain;

The Fiction's now prov'd true, wounding the Rost,

I lamentably Butcher up mine Host.

Such Sympathy is with his Meat, my Weapon

Makes him an Eunuch, when it carves his Capon.

Cut a Goose Leg, and the poor Fool for mone

Turns Cripple too, and after stands on one.

Have you not heard th' abominable sport

A Lancaster Grand-Jury will report?

The Souldier with his Morglay watch'd the Mill,

The Cats they came to feas [...], when lusty Will

Whips off great Pusses Leg, which (by some Charm)

Proves the next day such an old Woman's Arm▪

It's so with him, whose carcass never scapes,

But still we slash him in a thousand shapes,

Our Serving-men (like Spanniels) range to spring

The Fowl which he had cluck'd under his wing.

Should he on Woodcock, or on Widgeon feed

It were, Thyestes-like, on his own Breed.

[Page]To Pork he pleads a Superstition due,

But we subscribe neither to Scot, nor Iew.

No Liquor stirs; call for a Cup of Wine;

'Tis Blood we drink, we pledge thee Catiline.

Sawces we should have none, had he his wish;

The Oranges ith' Margin of his Dish.

He with such Huckster's care tells o'r and o'r,

Th' Hesperian Dragon never watch'd them more.

But being eaten now into despair,

(Having nought else to do) he falls to prayer.

Thou that didst once put on the form of Bull,

And turn'd thine Io to a lovely Mull,

Defend my Rump, great Iove, allay my grief,

O spare me this, this Monumental Beef!

But no Amen was said; see see it comes;

Draw Boyes, let Trumpets sound, and strike up Drums.

See how his Blood doth with the Gravy swim,

And every Trencher hath a Limb of him.

The Ven'son's now in view, our Hounds spend deeper,

Strange Deer which in the Pasty hath a Keeper

Stricter than in the Park, making his Guest,

As he had stol't alive, to steal it drest!

The scent was hot, and we pursuing faster

Than Ovid's Pack of Dogs e'r chas'd their Master,

A double prey at once we seize upon,

Acteon, and his Case of Venison.

[Page]Thus was he torn alive, to vex him worse,

Death serves him up now as a second Course.

Should we, like Thracians, our dead bodies eat,

He would have liv'd only to save his Meat.

Lastly; we did devour that Corps of His

Throughout all Ovid's Metamorphosis.

On the Memory of Mr. Edward King drown'd in the Irish Seas.

I Like not tears in tune, nor do I prize

His artificial Grief who scans his eyes.

Mine weep down pious Beads; but why should I

Confine them to the Muses Rosary?

I am no Poet here; my Pen's the Spout

Where the Rain-water of mine eyes run out

In pity of that Name, whose Fate we see

Thus copied out in Grief's Hydrography.

The Muses are not Mer-mayds, though upon

His Death the Ocean might turn Helicon.

The Sea's too rough for Verse; who ryhmes upon't

With Xerxes strives to [...]etter th' Hellespont.

My Tears will keep no Channel, know no Laws

To guide their streams, but like the waves, their cause

[Page]Run with disturbance, till they swallow me

As a Description of his Misery.

But can his spatious Virtue find a Grave

Within the Impostum'd bubble of a Wave?

Whose Learning if we sound, we must confess

The Sea but shallow, and him bottomless.

Could not the Winds to countermand thy death

With their whole Card of Lungs redeem thy breath?

Or some new Island in thy rescue peep

To heave thy Resurrection from the Deep;

That so the World might see thy safety wrought

With no less wonder than thy self was thought?

The famous Stagirite (who in his life

Had Nature as familiar as his Wife)

Bequeath'd his Widow to survive with thee

Queen Dowager of all Philosophy.

An ominous Legacy, that did portend

Thy Fate, and Predecessor's second end.

Some have affirm'd that what on Earth we find,

The Sea can parallel for shape and kind.

Books, Arts and Tongues were wanting, but in thee

Neptune hath got an University.

We'll dive no more for Pearls; the hope to see

Thy sacred Reliques of Mortality

Shall welcome Storms, and make the Seaman prize

His Shipwrack now more than his Merchandize.

[Page]He shall embrace the Waves, and to thy Tomb,

As to a Royaler Exchange shall come.

What can we now expect? Water and Fire,

Both Elements our ruin do conspire;

And that dissolves us which doth us compound,

One Vatican was burnt, another drown'd.

We of the Gown our Libraries must toss

To understand the greatness of our Loss;

Be Pupils to our Grief, and so much grow

In Learning, as our Sorrows overflow.

When we have fill'd the Rundlets of our Eyes

We'll issue't forth, and vent such Elegies,

As that our Tears shall seem the Irish Seas,

We floating Islands, living Hebrides.

An Elegy upon the Arch-Bishop of Canterbury.

I Need no Muse to give my Passion vent,

He brews his Tears that studies to lament.

Verse chymically weeps, that pious rain

Distill'd by Art is but the sweat o'th' Brain.

Who ever sob'd in Numbers? Can a Groan

Be quaver'd out in soft Division?

[Page]'Tis true, for common formal Elegies

Not Bushel's Wells can Match a Poet's Eyes

In wanton Water-Works; he'll tune his Tears

From a Geneva-Jig up to the Spheres:

But then he mourns at distance, weeps aloof,

Now that the Conduit Head is our own Roof,

Now that the Fate is Publick, (we may call

It Britain's Vespers, England's Funeral)

Who hath a Pencil to express the Saint,

But he hath Eyes too washing off the Paint?

There is no Learning but what Tears surround,

Like to Seth's Pillars in the Deluge drown'd.

There is no Church, Religion is grown

So much of late that she's encreast to none.

Like an Hydropick Body full of Rheumes,

First swells into a bubble, then consumes.

The Law is dead, or cast into a Trance,

And by a Law dough-bak'd an Ordinance.

The Liturgy, whose doom was voted next,

Did as a Comment upon him the Text.

There's nothing lives, Life is, since he is gone,

But a Nocturnal Lucubration.

Thus you have seen Death's Inventory read,

In the Summ total Canterbury's dead.

A sight would make a Pagan to baptize

Himself a Convert in his bleeding Ey [...]s.

[Page]Would thaw the Rabble, that fierce Beast of ours,

That which Hyena-like weeps and devours

Tears that flow brackish from their Souls within,

Not to repent, but pickle up their Sin.

Mean time no squalid Grief his Look defiles,

He guilds his sadder Fate with nobler Smiles.

Thus the World's Eye with reconciled Streams

Shines in his showers, as if he wept his beams.

How could Success such Villanies applaud?

The State in Strafford fell, the Church in Land,

The Twins of publick rage, adjudg'd to die

For Treasons they should act by Prophecie.

The Facts were done before the Laws were made,

The Trump turn'd up after the Game was play'd.

Be dull great Spirits, and forbear to climb;

For Worth is Sin, and Eminence a Crime.

No Church-man can be Innocent and High,

'Tis height makes Grantham Steeple stand awry.

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Epitaphium Thomae Spell Coll. Divi Iohannis Praesidis.

HIe jacet Quantillum Quan [...]i,

Ille, quatenus potuit mori

Thomas Spellus:

Fuit nomen, erit Epitheton.

Post humus sibi perennabit, idem

Olim & olim.

Ille qui sibi futurus Posteri,

Vt esse poterat Majores sui,

Honestis quicquid debuit Natalibus

Mactus in sese; disputandus utrum

Sui magis, an ex Patrum traduce;

Quem vitae Drama Mitionem dedit;

Qui verba protulit, ut Alcedo pullos

Omine pacis;

Quocum sepul [...]a jacet Vrbanitas,

Et Malaci mores tanquam Soldurii

Commoriuntur.

Pauperum Scipio, & amor omnium.

Collegii Coagulum, Honorum Climax,

Scholaris, Socius, Senior, Praeses,

Et Pastor gregis in cruce providus.

Oculos à fl [...]ndo non moror amplius.

Vixit.

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Mark Anthony.

WHen as the Nightingale chanted her Vespers,

And the wild Forrester couch'd on the ground;

Venus invited me in th' Evening Whispers

Unto a fragrant Field with Roses crown'd;

Where she before had sent

My Wishes Complement,

Unto my Heart's content

Play'd with me on the Green;

Never Mark Anthony

Dallied more wantonly

With the fair Egyptian Queen.

First on her cherry Cheeks I mine Eyes feasted,

Thence fear of Surfeiting made me retire;

Next on her warmer Lips, which when I tasted

My duller Spirits made me active as fire;

Then we began to dart,

Each at another's Heart,

Arrows that knew no smart;

Sweet Lips and Smiles between.

Never Mark, &c.

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Wanting a Glass to plate her Amber Tresses,

Which like a Bracelet rich decked mine Arm,

Gawdier than Iuno wears, when as she Graces

Iove with Embraces more stately, than warm;

Then did she peep in mine

Eyes humour Chrystalline

I in her Eyes was seen,

As if we one had been.

Never Mark, &c.

Mystical Grammar of Amorous Glances;

Feeling of Pulses, the Physick of Love,

Rhetorical Courtings and Musical Dances,

Numbring of Kisses Arithmetick prove

Eyes, like Astronomy,

Straight-limb'd Geometry

In her Art's Ingeny,

Our Wits were sharp and ke [...]n.

Never Mark Anthony

Dallied more wantonly

With the fair Egyptian Queen,

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The Author's Mock-Song to Mark Anthony.

WHen as the Nightingale sang Pluto's Mattins,

And Cerberus cri'd three Amens at a Howl,

When Night-wandring Witches put on their Pat [...]ns.

Midnight as dark as their Faces are Foul:

Then did the Furies doom

That the Night-Mare was come;

Such a mishapen Groom

Puts down Su. Pomfret clean.

Never did Incubus

Touch such a filthy Sus,

As this foul Gypsie Quean.

First on her Goosberry Cheeks I mine eys Blasted,

Thence fear of vomiting made me retire

Unto her Blewer Lips, which when I Tasted

My Spirits were duller than Dun in the Mire;

But when her Breath took place,

Which went an Usher's pace,

And made way for her Face,

You may guess what I mean.

Never did, &c.

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Like Snakes engendring were platted her Tresses,

Or like to slimy streaks of Ropy Ale;

Uglier than Envy wears, when she confesses

Her Head is periwig'd with Adder's Tail▪

But as soon as she spake,

I heard a Harsh Mandrake:

Laugh not at my Mistake,

Her Head is Epicene.

Never did, &c.

Mystical Magick of Conjuring Wrinckles;

Feeling of Pulses, the Palmstry of Hags,

Scolding out Belches for Rhetorick Twinckles,

With three Teeth in her Head like to three Gags;

Rainbows about her Eyes,

And her Nose Weather-wise,

From them the Almanack lies,

Frost, Pond and Rivers clean.

Never did Incubus

Touch such a filthy Sus,

As this soul Gypsie Quean.

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How the Commencement grows new.

'TIs no Curranto-News I undertake,

New Teacher of the Town I mean not to make,

No New-England Voyage my Muse does intend,

No new Fleet, no basd Fleet, nor bonny Fleet send:

But if you'l be pleas'd to hear out this Ditty,

I'll tell you some News as True and as Witty;

And how the Commencement grows new.

See how the Simony-Doctors abound,

All crowding to throw away forty pound:

They'l now in their Wives Stammel Pettticoats vaper

Without any need of an Argument-Draper;

Beholding to none, he neither beseeches

This Friend for Ven'son, nor t'other for Speeches,

And so the Commencement grows new.

Every twice a day the Teaching Gaffer

Brings up his Easter-book to Chaffer:

Nay some take Degrees, who never had Steeple,

Whose Means, like Degrees, come from Placers of people▪

They come to the Fair, & at the first pluck,

The Toll-man Barnaby strikes 'um good luck,

And so, &c.

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The Country Pa [...]sons they do not come up

On Tuesday Night in their own College to Sup;

Their Bellies and Table-Books equally full,

The next Lecture-Dinner their Notes forth to pull:

How bravely the Marg'ret [...]Professor Disputed,

The Homilies urg'd, and the School [...]men Confuted?

And so, &c.

The Inceptor brings not his Father, the Clown,

To look with his Mouth at his Grogoram Gown;

With like Admiration to eat Rosted Beef,

Which Invention pos'd his Beyond- [...]rent-Belief;

Who should he but hear our Organs once sound,

Could scarce keep his Hoof from Sellenger's Round,

And so, &c.

The Gentleman comes not to shew us his Satin,

To look with some Judgment at him that speaks Latin;

To be angry with him that makes not his Cloaths

To answer, O Lord Sir, and talk Play-book-oaths,

And at the next Bear-baiting (full of his Sack)

To tell his Comrades our Discipline's slack.

And so, &c.

We have no Prevaricator's Wit.

Ay, marry Sir, when have you had any yet?

[Page]Besides no serious Oxford man comes

To cry down the use of Jesting and Hums

Our Ballad (believe't) is no stranger than true;

Mum Salter is Sober, and Iack Martin too.

And so the Commencement grows new.

Square-Cap.

COme hither Apollo's Bouncing Girl,

And in a whole Hippocrene of Sherry

Let's drink a round till our Brains do whirl,

Tuning our Pipes to make our selves merry;

A Cambridge-Lass, Venus-like, born of the Froth

Of an old half fill'd Jug of Barly-Broth,

She, she is my Mistress, her Suitors are many,

But she'll have a Square-Cap, if e'r she have any.

And first, for the Plush-sake, the Monmouth-Cap comes

Shaking his Head, like an empty Bottle,

With his new-fangled Oath by Iupiter's Thumbs,

That to her Health he'll begin a pottle:

He tells her, that after the Death of her Grannam

She shall have God knows what per Annum.

But still she replied, Good Sir La-bee,

If ever I have a Man Square-Cap for me.

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Then Calot Leather-Cap strongly pleads

And fain would derive his Pedigree of fashion.

The Antipodes were their Shoes on their Heads,

And why may not we in their Imitation:

Oh! how the Foot-ball noddle would please,

If it were but well toss'd on Sir Thomas his Lees:

But still she replied Good Sir La-bee

If ever I have a Man, Square-Cap for me.

Next comes the Puritan in a Wrought-Cap,

With a long-wasted Conscience towards a Sister,

And making a Chappel of Ease of her Lap;

First he said Grace, and then he kiss'd her:

Beloved, quoth he, thou art my Text;

Then falls he to use and Application next,

But then she replied your Text Sir I'll be;

For then I'm sure you'l ne'r handle me.

But see where Sattin-Cap scouts about,

And fain would this Wench in his Fellowship marry,

He told her how such a Man was not put out,

Because his Wedding he closely did carry,

He'll purchase Induction by Simony,

And offers her Money her Incumbent to be,

But still she replied, Good Sir La-bee,

If ever, I have a Man Square-Cap for me.

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The Lawyer's a Sophister by his Round Cap,

Nor in their Fallacies are they divided,

The one Milks the Pocket, the other the Tap,

And yet this Wench he fain would have Brided:

Come leave these thred-bare Scholars, quoth he,

And give me Livery and Seisin of thee.

But peace Iohn-a Nokes, and leave your Oration,

For I never will be your Impropriation:

I pray you therefore, Good Sir La-bee;

For if ever I have a Man, Square-Cap for me.

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The Character of a Country-Committee-man, with the Ear-mark of a Sequestrator.

A Committee-man by his Name should be one that is possessed, there is number enough in it to make an Epithet for Legion. He is Persona in concreto (to borrow the Solecism of a Modern Statesman.) You may translate it by the Red-Bull Phrase, and speak as properly, Enter seven Devils solus. It is a well truss'd Title that contains both the Number and the Beast; for a Committee-man is a Noun of Multitude, he must be spell'd with Figures, like Antichrist wrapp'd in a Pair-Royal of Sixes. Thus the Name is as monstrous as the Man, a complex notion, of the same Lineage with Accumulative Treason. For his Office it is the Heptarchy, or England's Fritters; it is the broken meat of a crumbling Prince, only the Royalty is greater; for it is here as in the Miracle of Loaves, the Voyder exceeds the Bill of Fare. The Pope and he rings the Changes; here is the Plurality of Crowns [Page] to one Head, joyn them together and there is a Harmony in Discord. The Tripleheaded Turn-key of Heaven with the Tripleheaded Porter of Hell. A Committee-man is the Reliques of Regal Government, but, like Holy Reliques, he outbulks the Substance whereof he is a Remnant. There is a score of Kings in a Committee, as in the Reliques of the Cross there is the number of twenty. This is the Gyant with the hundred hands that wields the Scepter; the Tyrannical Bead-Roll by which the Kingdom prays backward, and at every Curse drops a Committee man. Let Charles be wav'd, whose condescending Clemency aggravates the Defection, and make Nero the Question, better a Nero than a Committee. There is less Execution by a single Bullet, than by Case-shot.

Now a Committee man is a party-colour'd Officer. He must be drawn like Ianus with Cross and Pile in his Countenance; as he relates to the Souldiers, or faces about to his fleecing the Country. Look upon him Martially, and he is a Justice of War, one that hath bound his Dalton up in Buff, and will needs be of the Quorum to the best Commanders. He is one of Mars his Lay-Elders, he shares in [Page] the Government, though a Non-conformist to his bleeding Rubrick. He is the like Sectary in Arms, as the Platonick is in Love, keeps a fluttering in Discourse, but proves a Haggard in the Action. He is not of the Souldiers and yet of his Flock. It is an Emblem of the Golden Age (and such indeed he makes it to him) when so tame a Pigeon may converse with Vultures. Methinks a Committee hanging about a Governour, and Bandileers dangling about a fur'd Alderman have an Anagram Resemblance. There is no Syntax between a Cap of Maintenance and a Helmet. Who ever knew an Enemy routed by a Grand Jury and a Billa vera? It is a left-handed Garrison where their Authority perches; but the more preposterous the more in fashion; the right hand sights while the left rules the Reigns. The truth is the Souldier and the Gentleman are like Don Quixot and Sancha Pancha, one fights at all Adventures to purchase the other the Government of the Island. A Committee-man properly should be the Governour's Matress to fit his Truckle, and to new-string him with sinews of War; for his chief use is to raise Assessments in the Neighbouring Wapentake.

The Country people being like an Irish [Page] Cow that will not give down her Milk, unless she see her Calf before her: Hence it is he is the Garrison's Dry-Nurse, he chews their Contribution before he feeds them; so the poor Souldiers live like Trochilus by picking the Teeth of this sacred Crocodile.

So much for his Warlike or Ammunition-Face, which is so preternatural, that it is rather a Vizard than a Face; Mars in him hath but a blinking Aspect, his Face of Arms is like his Coat, Partie per pale, Souldier and Gentleman much of a scantling.

Now enter his Taxing and deglubing Face, a squeezing Look, like that of Vespasianus, as if he were bleeding over a Closestool.

Take him thus, and he is in the Inquisition of the Purse an Authentick Gypsie, that nips your Bung with a Canting Ordinance: not a murthered Fortune in all the Country but bleeds at the Touch of this Malefactor. He is the Spleen of the Body Politick that swells it self to the Consumption of the Whole. At first indeed he Ferreted for the Parliament, but since he hath got off his Cope he set up for himself. He lives upon the Sins of the People, and that is a good standing Dish too. He verifies the Axiom, Iisdem nutritur ex quibus [Page]componitur; his Diet is suitable to his Constitution. I have wondred often why the plundred Country-men should repair to him for succour; certainly it is under the same Notion, as one whose Pockets are pick'd goes to Mal Cut-purse, as the Predominant in that Faculty.

He out-dives a Dutch man, gets a Noble of him that was never worth six pence; for the poorest do not escape, but Dutch-like, he will be dreyning even in the driest Ground. He aliens a Delinquent's Estate with as little Remorse, as his other Holiness gives away an Heretick's Kingdom; and for the truth of the Delinquency, both Chapmen have as little share of Infallibility. Lye is the Grand Salad of Arbitrary Government, Executor to the Star-chamber and the High-Commission; for those Courts are not extinct, they survive in him, like Dollars changed into single Money. To speak the truth, he is the Universal Tribunal: for since these Times all Causes fall to his Cognizance; as in a great Infection all Diseases turn oft to the Plague. It concerns our Masters the Parliament to look about them; if he proceedeth at this rate, the Jack may come to swallow the Pike, as the Interest often eats out the Principal. As his Commands are great, so he [Page] looks for a Reverence accordingly. He is punctual in exacting your Hat, and to say, Right his due, but by the same Title as the upper Garment is the Vails of the Executioner. There was a time when such Cattel would hardly have been taken upon suspicion for Men in office, unless the old Proverb were renewed, That the Beggars make a Free Company, and those their Wardens. You may see what it is to hang together. Look upon them severally, and you cannot but fumble for some Threds of Charity. But oh, they are Termagants in Conjunction! like Fidlers, who are Rogues when they go single, and joyn'd in Consort, Gentlemen Musicianers. I care not much if I untwist my Committee-man, and so give him the Receit of this Grand Catholicon.

Take a State-martyr, one that for his good Behaviour hath paid the Excise of his Ears, so suffered Captivity by the Land-Piracy of Ship-money; next a Primitive Freeholder, one that hates the King because he is a Gentleman, transgressing the Magna Charta of Delving Adam. Add to these a Mortified Bankrupt, that helps out his false Weights with some Scruples of Conscience, and with his peremptory Scales can doom his Prince with a Mene Tekel. [Page] These with a new blew-stockin'd Justice, lately made of a good Basket-hilted Yeoman, with a short-handed Clerk, tack'd to the Rear of him to carry the Knapsack of his Understanding; together with two or three Equivocal Sirs, whose Religion, like their Gentility, is the Extract of their Acres; being therefore Spiritual, because they are Earthly; not forgetting the Man of the Law, whose Corruption gives the Hogan to the sincere Juncto. These are the Simples of this Precious Compound; a kind of Dutch Hotch-Potch, the Hogan Mogan Committee-man.

The Committee-man hath a Side-man, or rather a Setter, hight a Sequestrator, of whom you may say, as of the Great Sultan's Horse, where he treads the Grass grows no more. He is the States Cormorant, one that fishes for the publick, but feeds himself; the misery is, he fishes without the Cormorant's Property, a Rope to strengthen the Gullet, and to make him disgorge. A Sequestratour! He is the Devil's Nut-hook, the Sign with him is always in the Clutches. There are more Monsters retain to him, than to all the Limbs in Anatomy. It is strange Physicians do not apply him to the Soles of the Feet in a desperate Fever, he draws far [Page] beyond Pigeons. I hope some Mountebank will slice him and make the Experiment. He is a Tooth drawer once removed; here is the difference, one applauds the Grinder, the other the Grist. Never till now could I verifie the Poet's Description, that the ravenous Harpie had a Humane Visage. Death himself cannot quit scores with him; like the Demoniack in the Gospel, he lives among Tombs, nor is all the Holy Water shed by Widows and Orphans a sufficient Exorcism to dispossess him. Thus the Cat sucks your breath, and the Fiend your blood; nor can the Brotherhood of Witch-finders, so sagely instituted with all their Terrour, wean the Familiars.

But once more to single out my emboss'd Committee-man; his Fate (for I know you would fain see an end of him) is either a whipping Audit, when he is wrung in the Withers by a Committee of Examinations, and so the Spunge weeps out the Moisture which he had soaked before; or else he meets his Passing-peal in the clamorous Mutiny of a Gut-foundred Garrison: for the Hedge-sparrow will be feeding the Cuckow, till he mistake his Commons and bites off her head. What-ever it is, it is within his desert: for what is observed of [Page] some Creatures, that at the same time they Trade in productions three Stories high, Suckling the first, Big with the second and Clicketing for the third: a Committee-man is the Counterpoint, his Mischief is Superfetation, a certain Scale of Destruction; for he ruines the Father, beggars the Son, and strangles the hopes of all Posterity.

The Character of a Diurnal-maker.

A Diurnal-maker is the Sub-almoner of History, Queen Mabs Register, one whom, by the same Figure that a North-country Pedlar is a Merchant-man, you may style an Author. It is like overreach of Language, when every Thin, Tinder-cloak'd Quack must be called a Doctor; when a clumsie Cobler usurps the Attribute of our English Peers and is vamp'd a Translator. List him a Writer, and you smother Geoffry in Swabber-slops; the very name of Dabler over-sets him; he is swallowed up in the phrase, like Sir S. L. in a great Saddle, nothing to be seen, but the Giddy Feather in his Crown. They call him a Mercury, but he becomes the [Page] Epithet, like the little Negro mounted upon an Elephant, just such another Blot Rampant. He has not Stuffings sufficient for the Reproach of a Scribler; but it hangs about him like an old Wifes Skin, when the Flesh hath forsaken her, lank and loose. He defames a good Title as well as most of our Modern Noble Men; those Wens of Greatness, the Body Politick's most peccant Humours, Blistred into Lords. He hath so Raw-bon'd a Being, that however you render him, he rubs it out and makes Rags of the Expression. The silly Country-man, who seeing an Ape in a Scarlet-coat, bless'd his young Worship, and gave his Landlord joy of the hopes of his House, did not slander his Complement with worse Application, than he that names this Shred an Historian. To call him an Historian is to knight a Mandrake: 'tis to view him through a Perspective, and by that gross Hyperbole to give the Reputation of an Engineer to a Maker of Mouse-traps. Such an Historian would hardly pass muster with a Scotch Stationer in a Sieveful of Ballads and Godly Books. He would not serve for the Breast-plate of a begging Grecian. The most cramp'd Compendium that the Age hath seen since all Learning hath been almost torn into [Page] Ends, outstrips him by the Head. I have heard of Puppets that could prattle in a Play, but never saw of their Writings before. There goes a Report of the Holland Women, that together with their Children, they are delivered of a Sooterkin, not unlike to a Rat, which some imagine to be the Off-spring of the Stoves. I know not what Ignis fatuus adulterates the Press but it seems much after that fashion, else how could this Vermin think to be a Twin to a Legitimate Writer; when those weekly Fragments shall pass for History, let the poor man's Box be entituled the Exchequer, and the Alms-basket a Magazine. Not a Worm that gnaws on the dull Scalp of Voluminous Hollinshed, but at every Meal devour'd more Chronicle, than his Tribe amounts to. A Marginal Note of W. P. would serve for a Winding-sheet, for that man's Works, like thick-skinn'd Fruits, are all Rinde, fit for nothing but the Authors Fate to be pared in a Pillory.

The Cook, who serv'd up the Dwarf in a Pye (to continue the Frolick) might have lapp'd up such an Historian as this in the Bill of Fare. He is the first Tincture and Rudiment of a Writer, dipp'd as yet in the preparative Blew, like an Almannack [Page] Well-willer. He is the Cadet of a Pamphleteer, the Pedee of a Romancer; he is the Embryo of a History slink'd before Maturity. How should he Record the Issues of Time, who is himself an Abortive? I will not say but that he may pass for an Historian in Garbier's Academy; he is▪ much of the size of those Knot-grass Professors. What a pitiful Seminary was there projected! yet sutable enough to the present Universities, those dry Nurses, which the Providence of the Age has so fully reform'd, that they are turn'd Reformado's: But that's no matter, the meanner the better. It is a Maxim observable in these days, That the only way to win the Game is to play Petty Iohns. Of this number is the Esquire of the Quill; for he hath the Grudging of History, and some Yawnings accordingly. Writing is a Disease in him, and holds like a Quotidian; so 'tis his Infirmity that makes him an Author, as Mahomet was beholding to the Falling-sickness to vouch him a Prophet. That nice Artificer, who filed a Chain so thin and light, that a Flea could trail it (as if he had work'd Short hand, and taught his Tools to Cypher) did but contrive an Emblem for this Skip-Jack and his slight productions.

[Page]Methinks the Turk should license Diurnals, because he prohibits Learning and Books. A Library of Diurnals is a Wardrobe of Frippery; 'tis a just Idea of a Limbo of the Infants. I saw one once that could write with his Toes, by the same token I could have wished he had worn his Copies for Socks; 'tis he without doubt from whom the Diurnals derive their Pedigree, and they have a Birth right accordingly, being shuffled out at the bed's feet of History. To what infinite numbers an Historian would multiply, should he [...]umble into Elves of this Profession? To supply this smalness they are fain to joyn Forces, so they are not singly but as the Custom is in a Croaking Committee. They tug at the Pen, like slaves at the Oar, a whole Bank together; they write in the Posture that the Suedes gave fire in, over one another's heads. It is said there is more of them go to a Suit of Cloaths than to a Britannicus: in this Polygamy the Cloaths breed, and cannot determine whose Issue is Lawfully begotten.

And here I think it it were not amiss to take a particular how he is accoutred, and so do by him as he in his Siquis for the Wall-ey'd Mare, or the Crop Flea-bitten, give you the Marks of the Beast. I begin [Page] with his Head, which is ever in Clouts, as if the Night-cap should make Affidavit, that the Brain was pregnant▪ To what purpose doth the Pia Mater lie in so dully in her white Formalities: sure she hath had hard Labour; for the Brows have squeezed for it, as you may perceive by his Butter'd Bon grace, that Film of a Demicastor; 'tis so thin and unctuous that the Sun-beams mistake it for a Vapour, and are like to Cap him; so it is right Heliotrope, it creaks in the Shine and flaps in the Shade: whatever it be, I wish it were able to call in his ears. There's no proportion between that Head and Appurtenances; those of all Lungs are no more fit for that small Noddle of the Circumcision, than Brass Bosses for a Geneva-Bible. In what a puzzling Neutrality is the poor Soul that moves betwixt two such ponderous Biasses? His Collar is edg'd with a piece of peeping Linnnen, by which he means a Band; 'tis the Forlorn of his Shirt crawling out of his Neck: indeed it were time that his Shirt were jogging; for it has serv'd an Apprentiship and (as Apprentices use) it hath learned its Trade too, to which effect 'tis marching to the Paper-mill, and the next week sets up for it self in the shape of a Pamphlet. His Gloves are the shavings of [Page] his Hands; for he casts his Skin like a cancell'd Parchment. The Itch represents the broken Seals. His Boots are [...]he Legacies of two black Jacks, and till he pawn'd the Silver that the Jacks were tipp'd with, it was a pretty Mode of Boot-hose-tops. For the rest of his Habit he is a perfect Sea-man, a kind of Tarpawlin, he being hang'd about with his course Composition, those Pole-davie Papers.

But I must draw to an end; for every Character is an Anatomy-lecture, and it fares with me in this of the Diurnal-maker, as with him that reads on a begg'd Malefactor, my Subject smells before I have gone thorow with him; for a parting Blow then. The word Historian imports a sage and solemn Author; one that curles his Brow with a sullen Gravity, like a Bull-neck'd Presbyter, since the Army hath got him off his Jurisdiction, who Presbyter like sweeps his Breast with a Reverend Beard, full of Native Moss-Troopers: not such a squirting Scribe as this, that's troubled with the Rickets, and makes penny-worths of History. The College-Treasury that never had in Bank above a Harry-groat, shut up there in a melancholick solitude, like one that is kept to keep possession, had as good Evidence to shew for his Title, as he for an Historian: [Page] so, if he will needs be an Historian, he is not Cited in the Sterling acceptation, but after the Rate of Blew-caps Reckoning, an Historian Scot. Now a Scotch-man's Tongue runs high Fullams. There is a Cheat in his Idiom; for the sence Ebbs from the bold Expression, like the Citizen's Gallon, which the Drawer interprets but half a Pint. In summ; a Diurnal-maker is the Antimark of an Historian; he differs from him as a Dril from a Man, or (if you had rather have it in the Saints Gibbrish) as a Hinter doth from a Holder-forth.

The Character of a London-Diurnal.

A Diurnal is a puny Chronicle, scarce Pin-feather'd with the wings of Time. It is a History in Sippets: The English Iliads in a Nutshel: The Apocryphal Parliament's Book of Maccabees in single sheets. It would tire a Welshman to reckon up how many Aps 'tis removed from an Annal: for it is of that Extract, only of the younger House, like a Shrimp to a Lobster. The Original Sinner in this kind was Dutch, Gallobelgicus the Protoplast, and the modern Mercuries but Hans-en-kelders. The Countess of Zealand was brought to bed of [Page] an Almanack, as many Children as days in the year. It may be the Legislative Lady is of that Linage, so she spawns the Diurnals, and they at Westminster take them in Adoption by the names of Scoticus, Civicus, Britannicus. In the Frontispiece of the old Beldam Diurnal, like the Contents of the Chapter, sitteth the House of Commons judging the twelve Tribes of Israel. You may call them the Kingdoms Anatomy before the weekly Kalendar; for such is a Diurnal, the day of the Month with what Weather in the Commonwealth. It is taken for the Pulse of the Body Politick, and the Emperick-Divines of the Assembly, those Spiritual Dragooners, thumb it accordingly. Indeed it is a pretty Synopsis; and those Grave Rabbies (though in the point of Divinity) trade in no larger Authors. The Country-carrier, when he buyes it for the Vicar, miscals it the Urinal; yet properly enough, for it casts the Water of the State ever since it staled Blood. It differs from an Aulicus, as the Devil and his Exorcist, or as a black Witch doth from a white one, whose office is to unravel her Enchantments.

It begins usually with an Ordinance, which is a Law still-born, dropt before quickned by the Royal Assent. 'Tis one of [Page] the Parliament's By-blows, Acts only being Legitimate, and hath no more Sire than a Spanish Gennet that is begotten by the Wind.

Thus their Militia, like its Patron Mars, is the Issue only of the Mother, without the Concourse of Royal Iupiter: Yet Law it is, if they Vote it, in defiance to their Fundamentals; like the old Sexton, who swore his Clock went true, whatever the Sun said to the contrary.

The next Ingredient of a Diurnal is Plots, horrible Plots, which with wonderful Sagacity it hunts dry-foot, while they are yet in their Causes, before Materia prima can put on her Smock. How many such fits of the Mother have troubled the Kingdom; and for all Sir W. E. looks like a Man-Midwife, not yet delivered of so much as a Cushion? But Actors must have Propertie [...]; and since the Stages were voted down, the only Play-house is at Westminster.

Suitable to their Plots are their Informers, Skippers and Taylors, Spaniels both for the Land and Water. Good conscionable Intelligence! For however Pym's Bill may inflame the reckoning, the honest Vermine have not so much for Lying as the Publick Faith.

[Page]Thus a zealous Botcher in Moorfields, while he he was contriving some Quirpocut of Church-Government, by the help of his outlying Ears and the Otacousticon of the Spirit, discovered such a Plot, that Selden intends to combat Antiquity, and maintain it was a Taylor's Goose that preserv'd the Capitol.

I wonder my Lord of Canterbury is not once more all-to-be-traytor'd, for dealing with the Lions to settle the Commission of Array in the Tower. It would do well to cramp the Articles dormant, besides the opportunity of reforming these Beasts of the Prerogative, and changing their profaner names of Harry and Charles into Nehemiah and Eleazar.

Suppose a Corn-cutter being to give little Isaac a cast of his Office should fall to paring his Brows (mistaking the one end for the other, because he branches at both) this would be a Plot, and the next Diurnal would furnish you with this Scale of Votes.

Resolv'd upon the Question, That this Act of the Corn-cutter was an absolute Invasion of the Cities Charter in the representative forehead of Isaac.

Resolv'd, That the evil Counsellours about the Corn-cutter are Popishly affected and Enemies to the State.

[Page] Resolv'd, That there be a publick Thanksgiving for the great deliverance of Isaac's Brow-antlers; and a solemn Covenant drawn up to defie the Corn cutter and all his Works.

Thus the Quixots of this Age fight with the Windmils of their own heads, quell Monsters of their own Creation, make Plots, and then discover them; as who fitter to unkennel the Fox than the Tarrier that is part of him?

In the third place march their Adventures; the Roundheads Legend, the Rebels Romance; Stories of a larger size, than the Ears of their Sect, able to strangle the Belief of a Solifidian.

I'll present them in their order. And first as a Whifler before the show enter Stamford, one that trod the Stage with the first, travers'd his ground, made a Leg and Exit. The Country people took him for one that by Order of the Houses was to dance a Morrice through the West of England. Well, he's a nimble Gentleman; set him upon Banks his Horse in a Saddle rampant, and it is a great question which part of the Centau [...]e shows better tricks.

There was a Vote passing to translate him with all his Equipage into Monumental Gingerbread; but it was crossed by the female Committee, alledging that the Valour [Page] of his Image would bite their Children by the Tongues.

This Cubit and half of Commander, by the help of a Diurnal routed his Enemies fifty miles off. It's strange you'll say, and yet 'tis generally believ'd he would as soon do it at that distance as nearer hand. Sure it was his Sword for which the Weaponsalve was invented; that so wounding and healing (like loving Correlates) might both work at the same removes. But the Squib is run to the end of the Rope: Room for the Prodigy of Valour. Madam Atropos in Breeches, Waller's Knight-errantry; and because every Mountebank must have his Zany, throw him in Hazlerig to set off his Story. These two, like Bel and the Dragon, are always worshipped in the same Chapter; they hunt in couples, what one doth at the head, the other scores up at the heels.

Thus they kill a man over and over, as Hopkins and Sternhold murder the Psalms with another of the same; one chimes all in, and then the other strikes up as the Saints-Bell.

I wonder for how many Lives my Lord Hopton took the Lease of his Body.

First Stamford slew him, then Waller outkill'd that half a Barr; and yet it is [Page] thought the sullen Corps would scarce bleed were both these Manslayers never so near it.

The same goes of a Dutch Headsman, that he would do his office with so much ease & dexterity, that the Head after Execution should stand upon the Shoulders. Pray God Sir William be not Probationer for the place; for as if he had the like knack too, most of those whom the Diurnal hath slain for him, to us poor Mortals seem untoucht.

Thus these Artificers of death can kill the Man without wounding the Body, like Lightning, that melts the Sword and never singes the Scaberd.

This is the William whose Lady is the Conquerour; This is the City's Champion and the Diurnals delight; he that Cuckolds the General in his Commission; for he stalks with Essex, and shoots under his belly, because his Excellency himself is not charged there; yet in all this triumph there is a Whip and a Bell; translate but the Scene to Roundway Down, there Hazelrig's Lobsters turned Crabs and crawled backwards; there poor Sir William ran to his Lady for an use of Consolation. But the Diurnal is weary of the arm of flesh, and now begins an Hosanna to Cromwel; one that hath beat up his Drums clean through [Page] the Old Testament; you may learn the Genealogy of our Saviour by the names in his Regiment: the Muster-master uses no other List but the first Chapter of Matthew.

With what face can they object to the King the bringing in of Foreigners, when themselves entertain such an Army of Hebrews? This Cromwel is never so valorous as when he is making Speeches for the Association; which nevertheless he doth somewhat ominously with his Neck awry, holding up his ear as if he expected Mahomet's Pigeon to come and prompt him. He should be a Bird of Prey too by his bloody Beak: His Nose is able to try a young Eagle, whether she be lawfully begotten. But all is not Gold that gli [...]ters. What we wonder at in the rest of them is natural to him, to kill without Bloodshed; for the most of his Trophies are in a Church window, when a Looking glass would shew him more Superstition. He is so perfect a hater of Images, that he hath defaced God's in his own Countenance. If he deals with men, 'tis when he takes them napping in an old Monument▪ then down goes Dust and A [...]hes, and the stoutest Cavalier is no better. O brave Oliver! Time's Voyder, Subsizer to the Worms▪ in whom Death, who formerly devoured our Ancestors, now [Page] chews the cud. He said Grace once as if he would have fallen aboard with the Marquess of Newcastle; nay and the Diurnal gave you his Bill of fare; but it proved a running banquet, as appears by the Story. Believe him as he whistles to his Cambridge-Teem of Committee-men, and he doth wonders. But holy Men, like the holy Language, must be read backwards. They rifle Colleges to promote Learning, and pull down Churches for Edification. But Sacrilege is entail'd upon him. There must be a Cromwel for Cathedrals as well as Abbeys; a secure sin, whose offence carries its pardon in its mouth: for how shall he be hang'd for Church-robbery, that gives himself the benefit of the Clergy?

But for all Cromwel's Nose wears the Dominical Letter, compar'd to Manchester, he is but like the Vigils to an Holy day. This, this is the Man of God, so sanctified a Thunderbolt, that Burroughs (in a proportionable Blasphemy to his Lord of Hosts) would style him the Archangel giving battel to the Devil.

Indeed as the Angels each of them makes a several Species; so every one of his Soldiers makes a distinct Church. Had these Beasts been to enter into the Ark, it would have puzzled Noah to have sorted [Page] them into pairs. If ever there were a Rope of Sand, it was so many Sects twisted into an Association.

They agree in nothing but that they are all Adamites in understanding. It is a sign of a Coward to wink and sight, yet all their Valour proceeds from their Ignorance.

But I wonder whence their General's purity proceeds; it is not by Traduction: if he was begotten a Saint it was by equivocal Generation; for the Devil in the Father is turn'd Monk in the Son, so his Godliness is of the same Parentage with good Laws, both extracted out of bad manners; and would he alter the Scripture, as he hath attempted the Creed, he might vary the Text, and say to Corruption, Thou art my Father.

This is he that put out one of the Kingdom's Eyes by clouding our Mother University; and (if this Scotch Mist farther prevail) he will extinguish the other. He hath the like quarrel to both because both are strung with the same Optick Nerve, Knowing Loyalty.

Barbarous Rebel! who will be reveng'd upon all Learning, because his Treason is beyond the Mercy of the Book.

The Diurnal as yet hath not talk'd much [Page] of his Victories, but there is the more behind; for the Knight must always beat the Giant, that's resolv'd.

If any thing fall out amiss which cannot be smother'd, the Diurnal hath a help at maw. It is but putting to Sea and taking a Danish Fleet, or brewing it with some success out of Ireland, and then it goes down merrily.

There are more Puppets that move by the wyre of a Diurnal, as Brereton and Gell, two of Mars his Petty-toes, such sniveling Cowards, that it is a favour to call them so. Was Brereton to fight with his Teeth (as in all other things he resembles the Beast) he would have odds of any man at the weapon. O he's a terrible Slaughter-man at a Thanksgiving Dinner! Had he been cannibal to have eaten those that he vanguish'd, his Gut would have made him valiant.

The greatest wonder is at Fairfax, how he comes to be a Babe of Grace, certainly it is not in his personal, but (as the State-Sophies distinguish) in his Politick Capacity; regenerate ab extra by the Zeal of the House he sate in, as Chickens are hatcht at Grand Cairo by the Adoption of an Oven.

There is the Woodmonger too, a feeble [Page] Crutch to a declining Cause; a new Branch of the old Oak of Reformation.

And now I speak of Reformation, Vous avez, Fox the Tinker, the liveliest Emblem of it that may be: for what did this Parliament ever go about to reform, but Tinkerwise, in mending one hole they made Three?

But I have not Ink enough to cure all the Tetters and Ringworms of the State.

I will close up all thus. The Victories of the Rebels are like the Magical Combat of Apule [...]us, who thinking he had slain three of his Enemies, found them at last but a Triumvirate of Bladders. Such, and so empty are the Triumphs of a Diurnal, but so many Impostumated Phancies, so many Bladders of their own blowing.

A Letter sent from a Parliament-Officer at Grantham to Mr. Cleveland in Newark.

SIR,

THough I have no reason to be guilty of much good meaning to your Garrison; yet I thought it not unfit to tell you, that on Friday last, one Hill by name, in [Page] no other condition than my Servant, entred your Ark, and with him of my Monies 133 l. 8 d. This precise Sum I was willing you should know, supposing your Wisdom might own the moneys, though your Honesty could hardly allow the Act: which i [...] so, and that hereafter we shall find it no Sin to violate your Sanctuary, and upon the Audit find the Receit, we may happily count it a Loan, and not a Loss, it being in hands responsible for greater matters. And now, Sir, let me speak to you as a Judge, not as an Advocate. Give the Fellow his just reward; prefer him, or send him hither and we shall: if you dare not Trust him, let him be Trussed; if you dare, I shall wish you more such Servants; and for that only reason excuse me for the present, that I dare not say I am yours

W. E.

Mr. Cleveland's Reply.

Sixthly, Beloved,

IS it so then, that our Brother and Fellow-labourer in the Gospel is start aside? then this may serve for an use of Instruction, not [Page] to trust in Man, nor in the Son of Man. Did not Demas leave Paul? Did not Onesimus run from his Master Philemon? Besides, this should teach us to employ our Talent, and not to lay it up in a Napkin. Had it been done among the Cavaliers, it had been just; then the Israelite had spoiled the Egyptian; but for Simeon to plunder Levi, That! That! You see, Sir, what Use I make of the Doctrine you sent me; and indeed since you change Style so far as to nibble at Wit, you must pardon me, if to quit scores, I pretend a little to the Gift of Preaching. Sir, I expected to hear from you in the Language of the lost Groat, and the Prodigal Son, and not in such a Tantivy of Language; but I perceive your Communication is not always Yea, Yea; now and then a little Harlotry-Rhetorick. You say that your Man is entred our Ark: I am sorry you were so ignorant in Scripture, as to let him come single. The Text had been better satisfied, if you had pleased to bear him company; for then the Beasts had entred by Couples: But though he came alone, yet well lined it seems, with 133 l. 8 d. Sure your Hue and Cry hath good Lungs, it would have been out of breath else, before it had reached the Eight pence. This is the Summ; but why you [Page] call it the Precise Summ, since it is thus fallen away, I understand not. But how come you to reckon so punctually? Did Ananias tell it upon the Table Dormant? What year of the Persecution of the Saints? I wonder you did not rather count it by the Shekels, that is the more sanctified Coyn. You mistake in the Sanctuary you speak of; for that which your Man hath taken is Welbeck, one of our Chappels of Ease, not the Mother-Church, our Garrison of Newark; but the best is they are both without the reach of your Sacrilege. Whereas you account your Loss but a Loan▪ we shall grant it a Debt, but bearing the same Date of Payment with that which you borrowed on the Publick Faith. I suspect your hand was troubled with the Palsie, when you wrote of a Judge; your Man however shall find me an Advocate; for what say you to an occasional Meditation? Reflect but upon your self, how you have used your Common Master, and I doubt not but you will pardon your Man. He hath but transcrib'd Rebellion, and copied out that Disloyalty in Short hand, which you have committed in Text. Sir, I bemoan your Losses▪ and am sorry I cannot as easily repay that of your Money, as your Man, being resolv'd to supply that place [Page] my self; and to make it appear by wearing the Livery of this Title, Sir,

Your Servant I. C.

The Officer's Rejoynder.

SIR,

HAd not Indulgent Mercy provided for troubled Spirits Sacred Oracles, how troubled had you been to contrive something worthy of Laughter? How easie had the Expence of your Wit been trussed up in an Egg-shell. I dare not trace in holy Ground, it is not safe nibbling there. You see what Doctrine I make of your Use; but yet so far as yours is Profane give me lieve to nibble at Wit. Though I dare not undertake like a mighty Coloss (whose very motion doth Cleave Land, like Terram findere) to devour indigested lumps of Wit, as the Cyclops Men at a Morsel, and then retail it out, as a Juggler doth Inkle, by the Yard; yet allow me to nibble, and I'll allow you the Gift in Preaching. Pity [Page] it is the provission of so many savoury Lessons, wholsome Instructions, even so many pious Collections, as might worthily have entitled you to the comfortable Subsistence of a well-gleb'd Vicarage. Besides the Advantage of a Wit, which would require another Wit to tell how great; such a Divine Knowledge, as might enable you to profane every Leaf of Holy Writ; Unknown Sanctity, and a Conscience so tender I dare not touch. Pity it is such accomplish'd Gifts and prodigious Parts should be misemploy'd in Secular affairs. Such an Holy Father might have begot as many Babes for the Mother-Church of Newark, as our Party of late hath done Garrisons, and converted as many Souls as Chaucer's Friar with the Shoulder-bone of the lost Sheep. But you say you expected (I thought you had had more than you expected) but however you expected Penitential Language and Humble Style, (the Groat I will not meddle with, 'tis Hooly Coyn) an Address full of Complaints; Sir, we, like your selves, can speak big of our Losses, and yet with more Ingenuity confess them; though I for modesty will not ask you who stole from you of late a Fort-town? or who run away with the King? But of that— For that precise [Page] Summ, I see you are willing to quarrel at Preciseness; it was to tell you, Revenge would have transferr'd it upon your very— How you quarrel at your good! Had you mistaken him for a Tax-gatherer, and eased him of his Portage before he arriv'd at your Chappel of Ease, I would not you should have abated him a fourth part for his Forwardness, and put it upon the File of Contribution for his Majestie's good Garrison of Newark; I should have liked the Security well, and when your Works had fail'd to save you, expected a return upon the Publick Faith; the Meditation whereof putteth me upon this Advice: Think not Prophaneness can compact with Mud, to cast up a Trench of Security. Attempt not (though a Giant) to reach at Stars; to throw that Proverb at you,

Be wise on this side Heaven.

Mr. Cleveland's Answer.

SIR,

THE Philosopher that never laughed but once, when he saw an Ass mumbling of Thistles, would have broke his Spleen [Page] at this Rejoynder of yours; for who would not take that to be an Emblem of this, observing how gingerly and with what caution you nibble at my Letter, lest it should prick your Chops? But something must needs be replied. Repetitions are usual with the Saints at Gra [...]ham. I look upon your Letter as a Spittle-Sermon; Salinger's Round, the same again. I perceive your Ambition how you would prove your self to be a clean beast, because you know how to chew the Cud; for the first Sentence where you speak of troubled Spirits and sacred Oracles, you talk as if you were in Doll Commons Extasie. Certainly your spirit is troubled, else your Expression had not run so muddy; for never was Oracle more ambiguous, if possible to be reconciled to Sence. The Wit which you say may be truss'd up in an Egg-shell, I fear your Oval Crown hath scarce Capacity enough to contain. you disclaim being a Coloss; Content; I have as diminitive thoughts of you as you please. I take you for a Jack-a Lent, and my Pen shall make use of you accordingly, three Throws for a penny. But you cannot Cleave Land like Terram findere. What a chargeable Commodity is Wit at Grantham, where the poor Writer plays the Pimp, and jumbles two Languages together [Page] in unlawful Sheets for the Production of a Quibble: but I applaud your Cunning, for the more unknown Tongue you jest in, your wit will be the better. And why cannot you Cleave the Land? Tread but hard, and your cloven Foot will leave its Impression. You talk of Cyclops & Jugglers (indeed hard words are the Juggler's Dialect:) But take heed, the time may come, when unless you can play Presto be gone, your Run-away King may cause you Juggler-wise to disgorge your Fate, and vomit a Rope instead of Inkle. But to Eccho your Comparison, and to return you an Inventory of your good Parts. Is it not pity that the pure Extract of sanctified Emmanuel, parboil'd there in the Pipkin of Predestination, and since well read in the Sick man's Salve and the Crums of Comfort, and liberally fed with all the Minced Meat in Divinity? Is it not pity such a Goggle of the Eye, such a melodious [...]wang of the Nose, a pliable Mouth drawn awry, as if it were edifying the Ear in private, besides Cheverel-Lungs that will stretch as far as Seventeenthly? Is it not pity that these gallant Ingredients of Modern Devotion, which might justly have qualified you for a Tub Lecturer, and in time made your Diocess as large as that of Heidelberg; that [Page] these ineffable Parts which pass all understanding, should thus be sequestred from their Primitive Use, and of a godly Lanspresado in the Church Militant be converted to a Brother of the Blade. Such a walking Directory, such a zealous Roger as this might have saved more Souls than Sampson slew, and with the same Engine, the Jaw-bone of an Ass. Your Pen is coy, and you wave the Holy Ground and Holy Coyn with a squeamish Preterition. I am glad to hear you acknowledge there is Holy Ground; for then I hope Hatcham-Barn is not as good a Congregation as St. Paul's. For the Holy Coyn, you must pardon me if I suspect the Chastity of your Fingers. I am sure those of your Party have been troubled with Felons; witness the Church-Revenues, and the several Sacrileges which cannot be par'd off with your Nails: But there is another Reason why you abstain from the Idiom of the Saints. You were in hopes to retrieve your Money, and Verily▪ Verily Re [...] never springs the Partridge. You would have your Man taken for a Tax-gatherer. Lord how the C [...]ime alters the Man! When he was with you he was one of the Scribes and Pharisees▪ and here he must pass for a Publican and Sinner. Sir, We cast up no Trench of [...], [Page] though we might have Dirt enough in your Language to do it; and yet we hope to be saved by our Works, for all the strength of your Faith, whereby you hold your selves able to remove Mountains. For your Advice not to throw Stars at your head, I embrace it; for what need I, so long as there is Goose-shot to be had for Money. My Wit shall be on what side Heaven you please, provided it ever be Antarctick to yours. For the appellation of Giant, I accept it, only I am sorry I am not he with the hundred hands, that I might so often subscribe my self,

SIR, Your Servant I. C.

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An Answer to a Pamphlet written against the Lord Digby's Speech, concerning the Death of the Earl of Strafford.

'TIS the wittiest Punishment that the Poets phancied to be in Hell, that one should continually twist a Rope, and an Ass stand by and bite it off. I know not how this Noble Gentleman should ever deserve it, but such is his Fate; for while the Pamphleter strives to tear his Speech, to Ravel this Twist of Eloquence and Judgement, what doth he but make my Lord and himself the Moral of the Fable? The first word in his Penny-libel is ominous for a Duel. The Sand was always the Scene of Quarrelling, and so he calls the Speech. If this be Sand, I shall easily incline to Democritus his Opinion, who thought the World to be compos'd of A [...]oms, and shall be able to render a reason hereafter, why Iupiter, when he was most Oraculous, was called Iupiter Ammon, Iupiter of the Sand: but as Thomas Mason says, am I bound to find you Wit and History? Why the Sand? The Sand, that is, the Incoherent. You shall never tak a [Page] Pamphleter, one of these Haberdashers of small Wares, without his Videlicets or his Vtpotes. An ingenious Metaphor needs no spokes-man to the Apprehension, but is entertain'd without a pimping Videlicet. A Videlicet is an Hic Canis; it argues a Bungling Writer, as that a Painter. But wherein Incoherent? Because it shows wherein the same Man may both condemn and acquit the same Man. Why, is that such a Riddle? May not I commend you for a Single-soul'd Rythmer, one that can Chime All-in to an Execution, and yet use the Scotch Proverb, and turn your Nose where your Arse was in point of State-policy. Though you have a pretty Faculty in Country-Tom and Cambery-Bess, yet faces about in State-affairs. A diverse Quatenus commends and vilifies, condemns and acquits. But a Pox of all English Logick. He hath found Idem qua idem somewhere Translated, and that's it which raises all this Dust, disturbs the Sand. Well, grant it be Sand; what becomes on't? Why, Captain Puff will blow it away. My Adversary, I perceive, has eaten Garlick, and wholly relies upon the Valour of his Breath; and indeed I question not the strength of that, I find it sufficiently in the Rankness of his Language. Certainly he [Page] hath a great mind to be painted like Boreas in the great Ship, with that ingenious Impress, Sic Flo. But, hark you Gaffer; you that will tear the Speech and blow away the Sand; before you and I part, I shall so prick the Tympany of your Cheeks, and so mince your Pamplet, that the least Sand shall be a Grave sufficient for the biggest piece of it. But, see the Prowess of our Domitian; hee'l kill this Fly himself, and not with an Axe, or a Bill of Attainder. He scorns to cry Clubs; hee'l not oppugn it with the Votes of the Houses, with the Judges Opinions; nor are we so mad to enter the Lists of such a Comparison. But this is but one of his ordinary Solecisms. The Speech must be consider'd as when first made; then the Houses had not Voted; then the Judges had not determined, and (what's as Material as any thing) the Rabble had not yell'd for Justice and Execution then; and therefore to commit them with this Speech, what were it but to phancy a Prolepsis? to antedate Combatants that were not yet in being? so that if any thing add to the strength of the Speech, beside its own Nerves, it is the weakness of the Confuter, not of the Reader. I make no question but your Reader is quit with you for that Abuse. You [Page] say, My Lord steals his Affection; I dare purge you of that Felony: Marry, if you will needs cry Guilty, it cannot amount to above Pety Larceny; so much as may ask the Bauns betwixt your Shoulders and a piece of Pack-thread: for whereas you damn my Lord's Arguments to the Hospital; I am sure yours stand in need of Bedlam, and the wholesom Phlebotomy of a Whip, to fetch the Dog-days out of your Scull; and so, though you stand like Death over the Belfrey, with a great Scythe, comparing the Speech to Grass, the Event will disarm you of your Utensil; and in stead of a Scythe for Mowing, give you a Whetstone for Lying. Hitherto he hath been Tuning the strings, now he strikes up. Pray you mark the Lesson. Will you see an Argument of this Paper, and indeed a Paper-Argument? Did you ever hear the Changes better rung upon two Bells? I am perswaded the Author would dance well upon the Ropes, he keeps himself so equally poiz'd. Heads and Points; the Argument of the Paper, the Paper-Argument. Well, score up one in the Column of Quibbles. The Argument that he runs division upon is this: It doth not appear to him by two Testimonies, that the Irish Army was to be brought over to reduce this Kingdom; [Page]Therefore the Earl of Strafford is not guilty of High Treason Now he breaks the neck of this Ergo thus: If three or four other Treasons be objected and prov'd, though they be at a loss in one, this doth not straight evince his Innocence. To this Belief he will draw you (as he says) by a Comparison. Let him put himself in his Geers. Let him play his Tricks of Fast and loose. In the Interim thus I gird up his tedious Quemadmodum. If one be tyed with three or four Cords, he is not at liberty, though one of them be loos'd, as being still bound with the rest. Even as, Even so. Philip writing to the Spartans, prefac'd every Sentence with If, If, If; they studying their Laconical Brevity, and denying the Contents of the Letter, returned nothing but the same Monasyllable. The Objection runs in Philip's fashion. If, is the Postilion of every Line; and I know not but the Answer may be as apposite. If three or four Treasons be prov'd; if he be tyed with three or four Cords; but if those Treasons prove but Misdemeanours, if those Cables be but Threads; if Sampson that was bound with them have [...]witch'd them in pieces; then I must say your Cords come in very unseasonably▪ unless it be to put you in mind of your Mortality. But he [Page] doubles his Files. Faults in this Paper (he saith) go not alone; that's the Reason he bears the Author company to the end of his Speech; that if there be any Faults, his Answer may match them with Twin-brothers. Though this Reducing the Kingdom by an Irish Army be not prov'd by Retail, yet 'tis Treason in the Lump. Rip but up the bowels of a former Testimony and there you shall find it. His Majesty is absolv'd from all Rules of Government and may do what Power will admit. So ho! whither now? My Task is to justifie the Speech in what it Treats, not to declame the Question at large. This is not to confu [...]e his Speech, but his Conscience that would not be convicted. I am not tyed to follow you in your Wildgoose chase; yet I am so confiden [...] (whether of the strength of the Cause or your Weakness▪ I say not) that I wish you and I might plead it on a Pillory, and he that lost the day pay Ear-rent for us both. But there is danger in following an Ignis Fatuus whither it will lead you, especially when he makes up at the Throat of Majesty. He sees that Power will admit the use of an Irish Army, or any other which that Power can purchase. A Suspicion which deserves to be answer'd with a Thunderbolt; but 'tis out of fashion; [Page] and I am afraid I shall be laughed at, if I speak any thing in defence of the King: yet (thanks be to God) there's no great need on't. His Majesty's Vertues are his strongest Guard. A King, like a Porcupine, is a living Quiver of Darts; every Beam of Majesty is a Fulmen Terebrans to his Blaspheming Enemies. My Fellow-traveller stept aside a little to give his Brain a Stool, and now is return'd into the Road, His Lordship, he says, multiplies and is fruitful in Absurdities. 'Tis true by an equivocal Generation; for so he begat your Pamphlet, meeting with the putrid Matter of your Invention, as the Sun produceth Insect Animals. The Absurdity is, he hath no Notion of Subverting the Law Treasonable, but by Force; and here we must score up the second Quibble, for then (he says) This Argument will never subvert the Law, as having no Force. Truly I am of a mind, that if my Antagonist were both to Dispute and Answer himself, he would have the best on't, and that's the Course he takes here. He frames an Argument where none is intended. His Lordship says he knows no other, nay and there is no other; but he doth not infer the latter from the former, therefore there is no other, because he knows no other; [Page] so that this is a Brat of your own Brain, not drawn from his Lordship's Ignorance (as your scandalous quill foam'd at the mouth) but from your own Impudence; and if it halt (as you say) it confesses its Father, it halts before a Creeple. You do well therefore to let Nature work to help your lame Dog over a Stile, to cast it, as you conceive, in a right Frame. There is no way of Subverting the Law but what I know; but I know no way of Subverting the Law but by force. You would be loath a man should say this is no Syllogism; and yet 'tis true. There's no Figure will give it a Tenement to hide its head in. I could give you a Remove now and set you upright; but I had rather you should take it asunder, and my Lord and you part Stakes; part Propositions; He the Major, you the Minor, because in the first you say there is so much Knowledge, in the latter so much Ignorance. You see you are in a Bog; but I will throw my Cloak about you and dance you out; for lo, a most Eloquent Si quis in quest of the Author of our Tenent. Who says this? Is it some ancient Iudge? No, I thank you as the Case goes; Or is it one that looks more into the Court than the Inns of Court? I perceive I must count Quibbles as they do Fish; thou art three; [Page] there he bounceth out with his [...] [A Young Gentleman knows not the Law.] I do not wonder you writ it in other Characters; for 'tis a most acute Apothegm, (though I say it that should not say it) and such an one as may well beseem the Rumpend of Licosthenes at the next Impression. But he makes a Transition from Common Law to Common Reason, and he hopes to be scored up for that Quarter-Quibble, but I cannot afford it. If nothing but Force can subvert Law, then Iudges when they pronounce false Iudgments▪ stop lawful Defences, let loose the Prerogative, and all that Rout of Instances which he hath rallied up, do not subvert the Law. Well, to do you a Courtesie, they do not. 'Tis one thing to stop a Pipe, to cut an Aqueduct and divert a Conveyance, and another to spoil a Spring-head. The Law in this Case suffers a Deliquium, but she is not dead. The Subversion of Laws is Root and Branch. A Castle may be dismantled, made unserviceable, and yet 'tis not said then to be quite overthrown. When you usurp'd the Chair of Logick and made a false Syllogism, were the Laws of Logick then subverted? No, but Trangress'd; so that if our Author suffer by Injustice (as I hope you are more Historian than Prophet) he [Page] will not involve the Laws in his Ruine. Your Apostrophe to Tressilian is a true Apostrophe, for 'tis from the Cause; for will ye introduce a Parity in Offences too? Scan the Cases and you shall find them diverse. But give me lieve by the way to admire your Phrase of the Iron Laws. 'Tis a good Argument to me that there is no Alchymy, otherwise the Corruption of so many Judges, by this time had turn'd them into Gold: but my Lord must Dispute again. Do you carry the Knapsack of his Arguments? My Lord hath a fine time on't, that you should feed him thus with a Spoon? 'Tis thus; The Earl of Strafford's Practices have been as high as any. The Practices of Tressilian have been as high as High Treason. I wonder where you got all this Logick; at Furnival's Inn? But I know the Reason of it, because Plutarch attributes Logick to a Fox, and King Iames maintains Discourse in a Hound, that's it which puts you upon Sillogisms. You would be loath to come short of any of your Fellows. For the words of the Major (which are only my Lord's, and which indeed I had as lieve he should justifie as I) you must know they are a Comparison: now Comparisons are betwixt things of the same kind: As high as any, that is, in the [Page] rank of Misdemeanours. The Painter, when his Picture would not sell for a God, made a special Devil of it, and so he vented it. Though my Lord cannot yield that the Earl of Strafford's Practices should be sublimated into Treason; yet place them in the front of any lower Offences, and it seems he will pass it. This Similitude of mine doth not run of all four, no more must you think of that, As high as any. But to make few words; suppose I should grant you your Conclusion, that the Earl of Strafford's Practices were as high as Treason, yet if they be not specified by Statute for Treason, my Lord doth justly abstain his hand from his Dispatch. You ask how these words should sound in the mouth of a Judge. Truly I have not the measure of your Ears, they are of too large a size for me. I being a Judge hold your Guilt to be as high as Treason, yet having no Law to give me Commission, I'll have no hand in your Sentence: So that supposing all Cases to be like this, I grant you the Assizes would be in vain; the Judges Circuit would be like the wheeling of a Mill, move continually, but never nearer their Journey's end: but when the Law hath provided sufficiently, unless in a Case as this, Extraordinary, the Vanity and [Page] Mockery which you speak of recoils upon him that first discharged them. For your last, where you would have Sir Henry Vane's Oath to be prefer'd before my Lord's Suspicion, I would willingly answer as he did with Meditation; at the first time nothing, as much at the second, and at the third Vous avez Sir Henry Vane. You say his Oath gets an addition of Belief from the Speeches before and from the Memorials that day; so that you imply what I dare not say, that it is not full of it self, but wants a Supplement of Credit to gain our Faith. As for the words Recorded whencesoever they had their Venom, it seems they were poyson'd; (for to that, and not to their Pregnancy do I attribute it) that they swell'd into such a bigness, that one Testimony appear'd double: But that you should entitle Mr. Pim to this Mistake, that he should look through a Multiplying Glass in a Case so weighty as that of Treason; the Gentleman's known Integrity saves me the labour of his Defence. So that the Testimonies being but such, though the Charges be many; be the Earl of Strafford as high in his Practices as it pleases my Lord to make him, yet my Lord's Dipthong may easily be justified, and the Earl both at once Condemn'd and Sav'd. [Page] Thus I have entreated Patience of my self to Counterpuff your Pamphlet, when by the help of a Penny-worth of Pears, I could (more sutably to your Defects) have confuted you backward. But I did it in hopes that you would muzzle your self hereafter; for though your Teeth be hollow and cannot Bite, yet wanting Cloves they may Infect.

To the Protector after long and vile Durance in Prison.

May it please Your Highness;

RUlers within the Circle of their Government have a Claim to that which is said of the Deity; they have their Center every where, and their Circumference no where. It is in this Confidence that I address to your Highness, knowing that no place in the Nation is so remote, as not to share in the Ubiquity of your Care; no Prison so close as to shut me up from partaking of your Influence. My Lord, it is my Misfortune, that after ten years Retirement from being engaged in the Differences of the State, having wound up [Page] my self in private Recess, and my Comportment to the Publick so inoffensive, that in all this time, neither Fears nor Jealousies have scrupled at my Actions. Being about three Months since at Norwich. I was fetch'd by a Guard before the Commissioners, and sent Prisoner to Yarmouth, and if it be not a new offence to make an enquiry wherein I offended (for hitherto my Fault was kept as close as my Person) I am induced to believe that next to my adherence to the Royal Party, the Cause of my Confinement is the Narrowness of my Estate; for none stand Committed whose Estate can bail them. I only am the Prisoner who have no Acres to be my Hostage. Now if my Poverty be Criminal (with Reverence be it spoken) I implead your Highness, whose Victorious Arms have reduced me to it, as Accessary to my Guilt. Let it suffice, my Lord, that the Calamity of the War hath made us poor, do not punish us for it. Who ever did Penance for being Ravished? Is it not enough that we are stripp'd so bare, but it must be made in order to a severer Lash? Must our Sores be engraven with our Wounds? Must we first be made Creeples▪ and then beaten with our own Crutches? Poverty, if it be a Fault 'tis its own Punishment, who pays more for it, [Page] pays use upon use. I beseech your Highness put some Bounds to the Overthrow, and do not pursue the chase to the other World. Can your Thunder be levell'd so low, as our Groveling Condition? Can your Towring Spirit, which hath quarried upon Kingdoms, make a stoop at us, who are the Rubbish of these Ruines. Methinks I hear your former Atchievements interceding with you, not to fully your Glories with trampling upon the prostrate, nor clog the Wheel of your Chariot with so degenerous a Triumph. The most renowned Hero's have ever with such Tenderness cherished their Captives, that their Swords did but cut out work for their Courtesies. Those that fell by their Prowess sprung by their Favour, as if they had struck them down only to make them rebound the higher. I hope your Highness, as you are the Rival of their Fame, will be no less of their Virtues. The Noblest Trophie that you can erect to your Honour is to raise the Afflicted; and since you have subdued all O [...]p [...]ition, it now remains that you attack your self, and with Acts of Mildness vanquish your Victory. It is not long since, my Lord▪ that you knock'd off the Shackles from most of our Party, and by a grand Release did spread your Clemency as far as [Page] your Territories. Let not new Prescriptions interrupt your Jubilee. Let not that your Lenity be slandered as the Ambush of your farther Rigour. For the Service of his Majesty (if it be objected) I am so far from excusing it, that I am ready to alledge it in my Vindication. I cannot conceit that my Fidelity to my Prince should [...]aint me in your Opinion, I should rather expect it should recommend me to your Favour. Had we not been Faithful to our King, we could not have given our selves to be so to your Highness; you had then trusted us gratis, whereas now we have our former Loyalty to vouch us. You see my Lord, how much I presume upon the Greatness of your Spirit, that dare prevent my Indictment with so frank a Confession, especially in this which I may so safely deny, that it is almost Arrogancy in me to own it: for the Truth is, I was not qualified enough to serve Him; all I could do was to bear a part in his Sufferings, and to give my self to be Crushed with his Fall. Thus my Charge is doubled; my Obedience to my Soveraign, and what is the Result of that, my want of Fortune. Now whatever reflection I have upon the former, I am a true Penitent for the latter. My Lord, you see my Crimes; as to my defence, [Page] you bear it about you. I shall plead nothing in my Justification, but your Highness's Clemency, which as it is the constant Inmate of a valiant Breast, if you graciously be pleased to extend it to your Suppliant in taking me out of this withering Durance, your Highness will find, that Mercy will establish you more than Power, though all the days of your Life, were as pregnant with Victories as your twice auspicious third of September.

Your Highness's Humble and Submissive Petitioner J. C.

To the Earl of Newcastle.

THough to Command and Obey be the fittest Dialogue betwixt you and us; yet since your Lordship pleases to descend from your Right and only to Request, pardon us, if, by your Example we intrench upon you, and presume upon an [Page] Answer. Sir, We are sorry our Duty is not phras'd in Action, nor can we determine, whether it was more grateful to us, that you requir'd our Service, or grievous, that at this time we could not express it; for no sooner were we inform'd of your pleasure, but so obligatory is your Will, that poysing your Letters with our Laws, we thought our Statutes were at Civil Wars. The College, like an Indulgent Mother, Entails her Preferments on her own Progeny. Your Lordship prefers a stranger, whom to Adopt were not only to Bastard her present Issue, but disinherit all succeeding hopes. If it seem a Delinquency to be thus tender of her own, she will intitle her offence to your Lordship, who when you honour'd her with your Admission, taught her to set a greater price upon her Children. Thus hoping you will abstract our Will from our Power, we honour your Lordship, desiring that occasion may present us with some service, whose difficulty may add a deeper Dye to the Observance of

The Master and Fellows of S. J.

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To the Earl of Holland, then Chancellour of the Vniversity of Cambridge.

Right Honourable,

YOU have rais'd us to that height by writing unto us, that we dare attempt an Answer; in which Presumption, if we have dishonoured your Lordship, you must blame your own Gentleness, like the Sun, who if he be mask'd with Clouds, may thank himself who drew up the Exhalations. Sir, they that assign Tutelar Angels, betroath them not only to Kingdoms and Cities, but to each Company. Your Goodness hovers not aloft in a general care of the University, but stoops by a peculiar Influence to every private College. That Omnipresence which Philosophy allots to the Soul, to be every where at once through the whole Man, your Noble Diligence exemplifies in us. There is not the least Joynt of our Body, but in its Life and Spirits confesses the Chancellour. Nor have we in special the least share of your Favours, as appears by many pregnant Demonstrations of your Love; among [Page] which this is not the meanest, that you would deign to require our Service. To offend against so Gracious a Patron, would add a Tincture to our Disobedience; yet such is the Iniquity of our Condition, that we are forced to defer our Gratitude. We have many in the College, whose Fortunes were at the last Gasp; and if not now reliev'd, their hopes extinct: Whereas he whom your Lordship commends, gives us farther day of Payment by his green years. He is yet but young, but the Beams of your Favour will ripen him the sooner for the like Preferment; which if it please your Lordship to antedate by a present Acceptance of our future Obedience, We shall gladly persevere in our old Title of.

To the Earl of Westmorland.

My Lord.

IT were high Presumption in me not to be proud of this Occasion; and I should be no less than a Rebel to Eloquence, if your Lines you sent me had not rais'd me above my ordinary Level; so that to express my Gratitude, I must renounce my Humility, and purchase one Virtue at the [Page] price of another. And well may my Modesty suffer in the Service, when my Reason it self is overwhelmed with the Favour. To see a Person of your Lordship's Eminency possess'd of Nobility by a double Tenure, both of Birth and Brain, so to bend his Greatness as to stoop to me, who live in the Vale both of Parts and Fortune, is so high an Honour, that who justly considers it, if he be not stupidly sensless, will be stupid with Ecstasie. I, for my part, am lost in Amazement, and it is mine Interest to be so; for not knowing otherwise how to give your Present a fit Reception, it is the best of my play to be beside my self in the Action. You see, my Lord, how I [...]mpty my self of my Native Faculty to be ready for those of your Inspirings, as the Prophets of old in a Sacred Fury ran out of their Wits to make room for the Deity. I shall not need hereafter to digest my Love-passions, I shall speak by Instinct: for when your Honour deign'd to visit me with your Lofty Numbers, what was it else but to make me the Priest of your Lordship's Oracle? Such is the Strength and Spirit of your Phancy, that methought your Poems (like the Richest Wine) sent forth a Steam at the opening. What flowed from your Brain sum'd into [Page] mine. It was almost impossible to read your Lines and be sober. You, You, my Lord, are the Favourite of the Muses. Your Strain is so happy and hath the Reputation for so Matchless, as if you had a double Key to the Temple of Honour to let in your Lordship's self and exclude Competitors. It's you, my Lord, have cut the Clouds and reach'd Perfection, who having mounted the Cliff, lends an hand to me, who am labouring in the Craggy Ascent. So towring are the Praises you please to bestow on me, and my Desert so groveling, that to shew you my Head is not worthy your Height, it is not able to bear them; it grows giddy with the Precipice. It pains me to be on the Last of an Hyperbole; you do but crucifie my tender Merits, to distend them thus at length and breadth. Consider, I pray you, that the Leanest Endowments would be plump and full, thus blown up with a Quill; and that there are some so Dwarfish whom the Rack will not stretch to a proper Man. It is an excellent Breathing for a puissant Wit to overbear the World in the Defence of a Paradox; and a good Advocate will weather out the Cause, when there is neither Truth nor Invention. I perswade my self you had never undertaken to write my [Page] Panegyrick, but that you saw it was to combat with the Tide, and to put your Abilities to the utmost Test in so unlikely a Subject. Little do you think what store of Opposers your Opinion will breed you; for though you be so powerful in the Art of perswasion, that should you turn Apostate, there would need no more but to Towl the Bell for Religion, yet this is an Heresie where you stand alone, and like Scaeva in the Breach, with your single Valour duel an Army. Now, my Lord, if I be not mistaken, I have found the Motive that induced you to oblige me; you are tyed by your Order to give Protection to the Weak and Succourless; so I must change my Addresses, and thank your Red Ribband for my Commendations. Such, and so many are the Flowers of Rhetorick you have heap'd upon me, that I run the hazard of the Olympick Victor, who was stifled with Posies cast upon him in approbation of his Worth; which Fragrant Fate, if I should sustain, what is there more to make me enamour'd of Death, but that the same Flowers should straw my Corps in a Funeral Oration? Could you think (my Lord) that your suppressing your Name was able to conceal you, when it is easie to wind you by your Phrase? The [Page] Sweetness of the Language discover'd the Author, like that Roman Senator, who hiding himself in time of Proscription, his Perfumes betray'd him. But I shall not arrest your Lordship too far with a farther Interruption. My Lord, you have Ennobled me with your Testimony, and I shall keep your Paper as the Diploma of my Honour. Yet give me lieve to tell you, that among all the Epithets you pile so Artificially to raise my Fame, there is one wanting to accomplish my Ambition, and that which I beseech your Lordship I may enjoy for the future; that is, to be esteem'd

SIR, Your Honour's &c. John Cleveland.

A Letter to a Friend disswading him from his Attempt to Marry a Nun.

THough no man's Arms can be opened wider to receive you on shore and give you possession of his Breast; yet [Page] I know not whether with the usual Complement I may welcome you home, as doubting your Countrey may have Mewed that Relation in so long an Absence; she having exposed her Noble Issue, being Conviction enough to make you disclaim her. Besides there is such a new Face of things since your Departure, that what was formerly the Character of the Inhabitants, is now the Kingdom's, To be a Stranger at home: Insomuch as were you design'd for a second Journey, it might be a part of your business to travel other Countries in quest of your own. Indeed she is such an Alien in her Look that most of her Off spring dare not ask her Blessing. Her Countenance is not Denizen of her self: you would think she were some Floating Island, that had made a voyage only to Truck for an outlandish Visage. Some who have spell'd her Lineaments say she Copies out the Dutch, and to make good the Parallel they doubt not to instance in our Hogen Governours. It is in a broken Kingdom as in a crack'd Looking-glass, wh [...]re in stead of one Face, that Monarch-like should represent the whole, you may have Variety of lesser ones glimmering in its room, and the Aspects of all of them fierce and frowning. Well then a Foraigner [Page] she is and her Complexion borrow'd; so that as as our new Philosophers would have the Earth to move and the Heavens to stand still, the same may be said of this State of ours, and the Royal Train that you were part of. It was the Kingdom wandered, not you that left it. You are fix'd and England in Exile. When a Country reels from its settled posture, there is no Defection in him that quits it, it having first abandoned it self. In this case▪ though it be a Fallacy in the sense, it holds good in Reason, that the Shore moves and falls off from the Sayler; whence you see, Sir, there is some possibility I might reverse your Travels, were it not for one Argument which abundantly confirms them, The sage Experience you have Treasur'd up in your Observations; for no sooner had you lost your Native Soil; but by way of Reprisal you took in others. The Dominions you visit you carry along with you, and by a Victorious Industry make them pay Tribute to your Understanding. Not like a number of our Roaring Gallants, who return so empty and without their Errand, as if their Travel (like Witches in the Air) were nothing but the Waftage of a deluded Phantasie, perswading themselves that they Circle the Globe, when [Page] the Card they sail by is nothing else but a slumbring Imposture. But methinks we are too Grave, Sir. What if we unbend a while, and presume to tell you, that in all your Errantry there is no Adventure so much affects me, as that of the Nun, where I cannot determine, whether your Love it self were more Exotick, or the form of accosting it: For although it be natural for Jealousie to study Fornication,. and every Cuckold within his own Precincts to be an Engineer; yet never before have I heard of a Mistress fenc'd with a Portcullice, or an amorous Visit manag'd with the Caution which suspicious Kings use in an Enterview. This manner of Greeting may not unfitly be termed Cupid's Barriers; a breathing Exercise, rather than a Combat, where the Sporting Champions have a Rail to part them, that they may not fight it out to the uttermost. Had your old Romancing Spirit possess'd you, the Brandish'd Blade would have freed the Lady from her Enchanted Durance. Nor had you been less concern'd in the Rescue than the Fair Recluse; for who that blows short in expectation of his Love, and in the Heat of Impatience, should be severed from his Hopes by a few envious Barrs, would not feel himself (like another [Page] St. Laurence) broil'd on a Gridiron? But see how Customs vary with the Clime. As there are some Regions who salute one another by putting off their Shooes instead of their Hats; so it seems, where you have been, there is as different a form of Imprisonment or Commitment. The Prisoner is at large and without the Grates, wishing for Admittance, and she at whose Suit his Soul is arrested, close clap'd up and abridg'd of Liberty. Sure at this Grate those Chrisom Lovers, call'd Platonicks, had their first Training. Those Queasie Gamesters that diet themselves with the very Notion of Mingling Souls, without putting the Body to farther Brokage than kissing of Hands and twisting of Eye-beams. For your part, Sir, you are none of those puling Stomachs: You have an Appetite for a whole Cloister. It is but Trifling sport for you to pull down an Out-lyer, unless you leap the Pale and let slip at the Herd. I wonder what Exorcisms the Abbess us'd to get quit of the Incubus; for had she not check'd your Hovering Temptations, I am confident by this time you had transform'd the Covent, and turn'd the Nunnery into a Seraglio. But in sober Sadness, why a Nun, Sir? How came you out of the Active Torrent into that Solitary [Page] Creek? Princes seldom Treat of Matches, but in foraign Dominions. Your Affection takes greater State, as fixing upon one of another World. Had your Passion been Centred on the Beauty of her Soul, I had look'd upon it as the Act of your Conversion. Such a Love might justly have been Christned by the name of Zeal, being settled on a Person, with whom to be enamour'd is in a sort to take Orders. Hence it is there want not some who suspect your Religion, left equivocating from the Beauty of her Person to that of her Profession, you should turn Monastick. Others, who are better acquainted with the warmth of your Temper▪ are rather solicitous for the Church in General, lest with Luther you should marry a Nun, and so with him make her a Joynture in a new Religion. If this be your Plot, Consider, I pray you, how difficult it is to Innovate farther in this Age of Novelties, when the World is so spent in new Inventions, that for want of Gain, even Rust and Rottenness are flourished over with a seeming Verdure. Not one of all those Beldam-Heresies that did Penance formerly by the Doom of the Ancients, but hath cast her Skin since these Confusions, and giveth her self out for a Blooming Virgin. But I think I may spare [Page] this piece of Counsel, I dare be your Compurgator for meddling with Religion. That which fir'd your Spirits was the Ambition of the Enterprize; nor could you entertain a more Aspiring Phrensie, but by making Love to a Glorified Body. Tell me, I pray you, how many Beads did you drop in Wooing? By what Liturgy did you frame your Courtship? Laick Applications are here scandalous; nor will it avail to say, you languish without her Compassion. A Sensual Man is able to vitiate the Vestal Flame, even by his Martyrdom; other Lovers in the Jollity of their Trope are wont to Canonize their Mistresses, as being of opinion that the Native Rubrick of their Cheeks hath hallowed them. Will you run Counter to that Consecration and degrade a Saint by Mortal Addresses? If you have no room in your Calendar for Persons upon Earth, yet do not profane a Probationer of Heaven; as if the readiest way to rectifie Superstition, were, with our Modern Reformers, to bow it into Atheism. Let me advise you, Sir, to retrieve your self back from this Carnal Sacrilege. Catch not at Herostratus his Fame by setting fire on the Temple, and dispute not a share of Guilt with Lucifer, in causing a second Fall of Angels. Nay, never [Page] Start, Sir, nor look about at the Expression: for I perswade my self, that those Divines who allot to each of us a Tutelar Angel for our Protection, would not prejudice their Opinion, should they leave her to her own Tuition, as hardly knowing in such a Person how to distinguish between the Charge and the Guardian. Sir, I was entreated by our Noble Friend, that what my Phancy suggested upon this Subject, I would mould into Number; but I must beg your pardon, it being a Request with which to comply were to be your Fellow-criminal, and by a Conformity of Guilt pervert a Votary: for even my Muse is Vow'd and Vail'd too, she is set apart for the Service of my Mistress, and what is that but entring Orders in the true Religion. The Truth is this; she is so chastely confin'd to that sole Employment; that should I in Verse attempt to yield you an account how much I honour you, not a whole Grove of Laurel would bribe her to a Distich: whereas in Transitory Prose, were I a Master of all those Languages, which I make no question but you have gain'd by your Travels▪ I should hold them all too few to give you sufficient Assurance that I am, SIR,

Your most Faithful Servant J C,

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The Piece of a Common Place upon Romans the 4th. Last Verse.
Who was delivered for our Offences, and rose again for our Iustification.

THE Athenians had two sorts of Holy Mysteries, two distinct times, November and August, for their Celebration: but when King Demetrius desir'd to be admitted into their Fraternity, and see both their Solemnities at once, the People past a Decree, that the Month March, when the King requested it, should be call'd November, and after the Ceremonies due to that Month were finished, it should be translated to August, and so at the second return of this new Leap year they accomplished his Request. Two greater Mysteries are the parts of my Text, the Passion and the Resurrection; several times appropriate for either Good Friday or Easter. But as the Athenian Decree made November and August meet in March, so give me lieve by a less Syncope of Time to contract Good Friday and Easter both to a day, as the Passion and Resurrection are both in my Text; Who was delivered for our offences, [Page] &c. And I may the rather link them both on a day, because the Text is willing to admit some Resemblance. The Evening and the Morning make the day, saith the Holy Spirit; the Method of my Text observes as much: here is the Evening, the Passion, when our Saviour strip'd himself of those Rags of Mortality, and lay down in the Bed of Corruption, where he stays not long; but the Morning breaks in the Resurrection, when this Corruptible shall put on Incorruption, and this Mortal shall put on Immortality. So then my Text is a Day from Sun to Sun, Soles occidere & redire possunt, from the Sun-set of his Passion to the Sun-rise of his Resurrection.

The Dew of his Birth is as the Dew of the Morning. There is a Morning-Dew and there is an Evening-Dew; the Evening-Dew, the Tears that are shed at the Sun's Funeral, and they may justly decypher the Passion; the Morning-Dew, the Tears of Joy and Welcom at his new Return; and what is that but a Transcript of the Resurrection?

My Discourse then must be changeable, compos'd of a Cloud and a Rain-bow.

Nocte pluit tota—

[Page]A Deluge of Grief-showers down in the Passion, but the Waters will cease, and the Dove will return with a Leaf in her mouth,

— Redeunt Spectacula mane,

Nothing but Joy and Triumph, Pomp and Pageants at the Resurrection. But methinks St. Paul puts new Cloth into an old Garment, mends the Rent of the Passion with the Resurrection. Can the children of the Bride-chamber weep while the Bridegroom is with them? While the Resurrection is in the Text, who can Tune his Soul to lament his Passion; again, by the Waters of Babylon is no singing the Songs of Sion. When Grief hath lock'd up the Heart with the story of the Passion, what Key of Mirth can let in the Anthem of the Resurrection? Different Notes you see, and yet wee'l attempt an Harmony. Bassus and Altus, a Deep Base that must reach as low as Hell to describe the Passion, and thence rebound to a joyful Altus, the high-strain of the Resurrection.

I begin with the Evening, and so I may well style the Passion, since the Horrour thereof turn'd Noon into Night, and made a Miracle maintain my Metaphor. The [Page] Sun was obscur'd by Sympathy, and his Darkness points us to a greater Eclipse. The Sun and the Moon, what are they but Parables of our Saviour and the Soul of Man? The Moon is the Soul; I am sure her Spots will not Confute the Similitude. I might here slacken the Reigns of my Comparison, and shew you how the Moon of her self is a dark Body, and what Light she partakes, she receives it from the Sun at second hand. How every Soul is by Nature sinful and in the Shadow of Death, till the Light that lightens the Gentiles, till the day-spring on high visit us. I might pursue my Allegory in the Eclipse. The Shadow of the Earth intercepts the Beams of the Sun, and so the Moon suffers an Eclipse. Pleasure and Profit, those two Dugs of the World what are they but Earthly shadows that Eclipse the Soul, and deprive it of the sweet influence of the Sun of Righteousness. But I hold me to the Metaphor, my Text will warrant the Parallel. As the Moon is Eclipsed by the Earth, so she her self Eclipses the Sun. The Soul is not only sinful, but makes God suffer; [...] is a Physick-word, and signifies the Labour of a Disease. Cure thy self, and there will be no Eclipse in him: Apply but Salve to thy self, and thou'lt heal [Page] the Wounds that thy Sins have made. Passus est Deliquium propter Delicta nostra. Deliquium and Delictum proceed both from a Root. He had never been delivered unto Death, but for the Gaol-delivery of our Offences. See the Difference betwixt God's and Man's Eclipse. Man's sets God and him at odds; God's reconciles them. The Moon when she is Eclipsed is always in Opposition with the Sun. The Soul will sin, though she be at Enmity with God for't: but the Sun when he is Eclipsed is always in Conjunction with the Moon. God will be Friends with Man, though he purchase the Union with his Passion, and seal the Covenant with his own Blood. But that all things which concern the Passion may be miraculous, wee'l proceed in Method and restrain that to Order and Distinction, which put Nature out of Frame, and threatned the World with Confusion. Consider then my Text, like the Veil of the Temple rent in twain, [...] and [...], He was delivered for our Offences; nay 'tis rent from top toth' bottom; the same parts will serve for the Resurrection, He rose again for our Iustification.

And well may my Text be divided by the Temple, since our Saviour shadowed both parts of it under that Nation. I will [Page]destroy this Temple, and within three days I will build it again. And now▪ I begin with Simon of Cyrene, to bear his Cross, and labour, as he did, under the burthen. The Death of the Cross, all the Languages upon it cannot express it: but we see the Sun better by looking into the Waters, than by affronting his Beams. The only way to comprehend the Sufferings of our Creator, is by feeling the Pulse of the Creature. What shall I say to the Convulsion of the Rocks? The Lapidary tells you how the Compassionate Turcoise confesseth the Sickness of his Wearer by changing colour. The whole Rocks suffered with our Saviour, they were cleft; and shall not this rend our stony hearts? O that Deucalion's Men were not now a Fable! Caucasus is supple in comparison of our Breasts. Marble can weep, whilest we are Pumices. Moses his Rod will sooner fetch a River out of a Rock, than a Tear from a Rebellious Sinner. The Earthquake is the next Miracle. Tremble thou Earth at the presence of the Lord, at the presence of the God of Iacob. She tottered under the Burden of so great a Sin. She had lost the Author of her being, and so might well be struck with a dead Palsie. 'Tis a good Observation of Aristotle, that among all [Page] the absurd Opinions of the old Philosophers; who held the Soul to be Fire; some Air, some Water; none ever had so gross a Soul as to conceive it to be Earth. O that in this case we were Earthy-minded! That we were affected with this Religious Palsie! Then should we see that Motus Trepidationis, the Motion of the Heavens as well as the Earth. We must work out our salvation with fear and trembling. But the Earth hath quaked so long till it hath awakened the Dead: nor is it a wonder that the Dead live, when Life it self can die. Heaven descends into the Bowels of the Earth, and, to make up the Anagramm, the Graves open and the Dust ariseth. Thus were all things shuffled, and Nature rung the Bells backwards, as if every Creature desir'd to bear the Burden of our Saviour's Elegy. Attendite & videte — Behold and see if ever, there was sorrow like unto my sorrow. Cyrus to be revenged of a River cut it into so many Channels, that it lost its Name. This is the way to allay a Grief, to divide it into so many streams, to pour it into other Bosoms; but even this is denied to our Saviour. The Sons of Zebedee do not now petition to drink his Cup: They would not now be one on his right hand, another on his left; no, he is [Page] crucified betwixt two Thieves. The Quality of his Companions augments his Misery. He was born among Beasts, and doth he not die so too? Man without understanding is like unto a Beast that perisheth. Betwixt two Thieves. You see Vice to Vertue is two to one: Vertue is in the Centre, Vice in the Circumference; vast is the Circuit; Vniversus orbis, the whole World lies in Wickedness, whilst Vertue like the Centre is but an Imaginary point. Thieves, and well too, Barrabbas was too good for him now; mark but their Election; Not him, but Barrabbas. But methinks his Crown might command a Distance; but 'tis a Crown of Thorns: and if you consider well the Troubles annex'd to a Crown, it may seem a Tautology. Every Crown is a Crown of Thorns. See here Cruelty Quartering her Arms with Division. Pseudo-Philippus, that Counterfeit of the Macedonian King, when he was taken by the Romans, had so much honourable Calamity indulg'd unto him; Quod de eo tanquam de vero Rege triumpharetur. They Crown him, but 'tis for Sacrifice. They never acknowledge him King of the Jews, till upon the Cross, that so his Title might set off his Misery.

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The Answer to the Newark-Summons.

BUT that it argues a greater Courage to pass the Test of a Temptation uncorrupted, than with a timorous Vertue to decline the Trial, so jealous is this Maiden Garrison of sullying her Loyalty, that she had return'd your Summons without perusal. Which rebound of your Letter, as it were a laudable Coyness to preserve her Integrity; so it is the most compendious Answer to what you propound. For I hope you intend it rather as a Mode and Formality to preface your design, than with expectation of an Issue sutable to your Demands. You cannot imagine this untainted Newark, which hath so stoutly defended her Honour against several intended Rapes, should be so degenerous from her Virgin Glory as to admit the Courtship of either your Rival Nations. Having therefore received a Letter subscribed with Competition of both Kingdoms, she wonders not at your busie endeavour to divert her Trent, since the Thames and Tweed with equal Ambition would crowd into her Channel▪ Which Letter, since it proceeded from a Committee, and was directed [Page] after the same Garb, as to a Committee-Governour, by putting the Gentlemen and Corporation in equal Commission (though the joyning us together was with Intention to divide us) I shall in satisfaction of yours unanimously desire you to reflect upon the King's Letter, lately sent to both Houses of Parliament, where, in a full Complyance with all their Desires upon the softest Terms, and gentlest Conditions that ever Prince propounded, he offers to disband all his Forces, and dismantle his Garrisons. To what end then do you demand that of of the Steward whereof the Lord and Master makes a voluntary tender? In vain do you court the Inferiour Streams, when the Spring-head prevents your expectation. It is our Duty to trace his Commands, not to outstrip them. So that if Honour and Conscience would permit the Delivery, meer Manners would retard us, lest by an over-reaching speed we frustrate his Majesty's Act of Grace, and antedate his Royal Disposal. I shall wave the Arguments wherewith you endeavour to evince our Consent. I am neither to be stroak'd into an Apostacy, by the mention of fair Conditions in a misty Notion: Nor to be scar'd into Dishonour by your running Division on the Fate of Chester. For as I am no [Page] Huckster in the War, to measure my Allegeance by my interest for the former; so I disdain that Poverty of Spirit, by a Resemblance of Chester to be executed in Picture. I shall be Loyal without that Copy, and I hope never to be the Transcript of their Calamity. You may do well, Gentlemen, to use your Fortune modestly, and think not that God Almighty doth uphold your Cause by reason of your Victories; perchance he fattens it with present Success for a riper Destruction. For my part I had rather embrace a Wrack floating upon a single Plank, than imbarque in your Action with the fullest Sails to dance upon the Wings of Fortune. Whereas you urge the expence of the Siege, and the pressures of the Country in supporting your Charge, there I confess I am touched to the quick: But their Miseries, though they make my Heart bleed, must not make my Honour. My Compassion to my Country must not make me a Parricide to my Prince. Yet in order to their ease, if you will grant me a Pass for some Gentlemen to go to Oxford, that I may know his Majesty's pleasure, whether, according to his Letter, he will wind up the Business in general, or leave every Commander to steer his own Course; then I shall know what to determine. [Page] Otherwise I desire you to take notice, that when I received my Commision for the Government of this place, I annex'd my Life as a Label to my Trust.

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Oratio in Scholis Publicis habita cum junior Baccalaureus in Tripodem disputaret Cantab.

QVos ne videre possum citra oculorum hyperbolen, quomodo vos compellarem? Et cum altissimus vester gradus sine scalâ occupari nequeat, quaenam Orationis Climax vestram scandet dignitatem? Vestram dum suspicio in meo vultu invenio purpuram; & ingentis curae quae praestandae observantiae me habet solicitum, non novi subtilius argumentum quam stuporem. Quod autem Poetarum Princeps Deorum Senatum cogit ad suam Batrachomyomachiam, pari audacia liceat & mihi vos ad ludicrum hoc cer [...]amen nostrum invitare. Vmbra est haec nostra contentio & Icon belli. Murium & Ranarum pugna, quid aliud quàm Iliadis Brachygraphia? & in pusillis istis animalibus Hector & Achilles (tanquam Iliades in nuce) coarctantur. Ea siquidem est pensi nostri conditio, ut hic etiam Mars & Venus implicati jacent. Pugna est, sed ludicra; Ludus, & tamen bellicus; ita ut nec bis cincta placeat Philosopia, nec nuda Cytherea. Qui virili toga indutus, necdum reliquit nuces, sed totus jocos crepat, hujus ego Palladem posthumam [Page] cerebri sui prolem existimabo. Qui in hisce Floralibus solus Cato, & inter Philosophiae spinas nullos admittit Rhetoricae flores, hujus Minerva (ad Amazonis instar) alterâ mammâ destituitur. Ille demum sit noster Miles, qui & sese praestet ingenii Velitem, & Philosophiae Cataphractum; qui & viriliter audet disputare, & pueriliter cum Bipede Tripode par impar ludere. Me quod spectat ita rationem ad agendum subduxi meam, ut utrinque munus moliar & subterfugiam, & pudibunda metum inter & officium Musa, & fugit ad salices, & videri cupit.

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Oratio Salutatoria in Adventum Illustrissimi Principis Palatini.

Serenissime Comes Palatine.

SI Archetypam corporis vestri elegantiam possem transcribere, & Orationem meam tanquam venustatis Metaphoram à vestro vultu deducere, ita Imaginem vestram aemulis encomiis exprimerem, ut qui spectatum venias, venires spectandus, & unicum esset Iohannense spectaculum teipsum tibi ostentare. Sed quoniam ad hosce solares radios caligat penitus Atheniensis Noctua, gratulor mihi meam inertiam, stuporem jacto: ita enim cum Sacratissimo Principe in trutinâ quadam collocatus sum, ut in quantum me deprimit mea humilis facultas, in tantum sursum nititur vestra sublimitas. Salve igitur, desideratissime Princeps, hujus Collegii Anima, vel potius omnium animarum Collegium; ita tibi singuli devoti sumus, & in obsequium vestrum juncta phalange omnes ruimus. Ecce tibi Majorum tuorum Monumenta! Margaretae coct a maenia, quae Semiramis invideat Margaretae! Henrici Septimi, & nostrûm omnium Matris; quae uno partu enixa est quot Herculem fabulantur genuisse, quinquaginta Socios. Nec Tibi, Stemmatique vestro [Page] solam Margaretam debemus, quin & paternae gloriae haeres esto; Fredericum volo beatissimae memoriae, qui viginti abhinc plus minus annis, una cum Augustissimo Carolo tunc temporis surgente Iulo, ad hanc Margaretae Sobolem, quasi Compatres duo & Susceptores accesserunt. O quam laeti meditamur istum natalem nostrum diemque adeo festum, ut muros hosce sacro quodam minio pinxisse videatur! Ecquid huic foelicitati superesse possit? Possit, ut quod Patris splendore semel tinctum▪ vestro olim foret Dibaphum; Sequerisque Patrem jam passibus aequis. Euge speciosum Principem! in quo omnium legimus Simulachra Autographa; Margaretae nostrae Palladium Frederici Patris Numisma aureum & Matris Corneliae Ornamentum, Elizabethae dulcissimae, & in vestro vuliu totam Deam confessae; cujus laudes ut hodiernum saeculum effundit, ita Posteritatis Echo reparabit: cujus mascula anima jam sexu vestitur masculo, Elizabetha Carolo. Carolo! O quam luxuriat dicendi Seges! Quam decies repetitus placebit Carolus! Carolus Caroli Sobrinus & Caroli Avunculus. O Beatissima Carolorum Climax! Macte esto gradibus Carolina scala, ut cum prae altitudine suâ supremus Rex Carolus Coelos scandat, novi subinde succrescant Caroli, quibus, quasi internodiis, distincta ejus aeternitas [Page] usque & usque floreat; sic ipse sibi superstes Carolus, non hominum (parum illud Nestoris) sed Carolorum tres aetates vivat, Filii, Sobrini, utriusque Caroli.

Ad Regem & Principem in Colleg. Iohan.

QVAE nupero dolore obriguit Academia, tanquam orbatae Niobes soror saxea, si in pristinam Facundiam resolvatur hodie agnoscit omen vestrae Praesentiae. Memnonis statua solaribus percussa radiis vocalem Musicam dedisse fertur: habent vel hi Parietes Chordas Magicas, quas minima vultûs vestri strictura, quasi plectro animavit. Nec magis eloquuntur Lapides, quàm è diametro miraculi stupent Oratores. Quod in afflatis Numine fieri videmus; ita Deum recipere ut ejiciant Hominem, instinctu sapere, non intellectu; perinde vestra in nobis hospitatur Divinitas, cujus nimius splendor omnes omnium sensus sacrificat, & tam sanctam nostri jacturam in lucro deputamus. Ignoscimus jam Fatis immodestiam suam, imminens Literarum exitium ut favoris insidias gratulamur: scilicet, ambitiosae moriuntur [Page] Musae, quae ad vestros pedes efflabunt Valè▪ Lusit Archimedes Coelos in Sphaera; quid ni dicam Jovem in Carolo fabricatum? Adeo ut Orator ille qui, manu deorsum flexâ, O Coelum exclamavit, si istum ad modum perorâsset hodie, soloecismum manu non commisisset. Enimvero cum Regem Optimum Maximum & Principem simul astantes videam, nescio quomodo Principis Natalis videatur redux; ubi Solem & Stellam fulgentes à Symbolis (licet non equis radiis) conspicati sumus. Caesare mortuo novum in coelis emicuit sydus, quod Julii Anima passim audiit. Caesaris Epilogus suit Prologus Caroli; neque enim aptior Stella, quam Invictissima illius Herois Anima, quae vestrae sobol [...] res gerendas ominaretur. Stellam dixi? Muto factum; crederem potius ipsum Solem fuisse, qui [...]unc temporis tibi r [...]ligavit moderamen Diei, & ut Principis cunas fortius videret, suum i [...] stellam contraxit oculum. Ecce ut patrissa [...] Carolus! Vt ad vestras Virtutes anhelus surgit! Quod sub pientissime Rege accidisse legimus Solem multis gradibus retro ferri, Principis aetas pari portento compensavit damnum, cujus festina virius devorat Horologium, & Pueritiâ nondum libatâ Meridiem attigit. Parcatur mihi, si turgeat Oratio; si nihil praeter Solem & Stellas crepet; quippe in Principis Natali [Page] ipsa Natura mihi praeivit Allegoriam. O foelicem interim Academiam, & Aeternitatem quandam nactam [...] quae in Rege & Principe, & esse nostrum, & nostrum fore simul complectitur. Non est quod plura expectentur saecula; viximus & nostram & posterorum vitam. Sed vereor ne molestus fuerim importuno officio, quod in ta [...] illustri praesentia in nescio quid majus piaculo excrescit. Minima coram Rege Errata, tanquam angustiores rimae, extenduntur lumine. Oratio itaque nostra pro gento temporum reformabitur, vel, quod tantundem est, rescindetur. Hoc unicum prae [...]abor votum; Vivas Augustissime, Pietas tuorum & Tremor Host [...]um. Vivas, vel in hoc declivio, Literarum Stator. Vivas denique eam indutus gloriam, ut Filium tuum Carolum appellemus Maximum, quia solo Patre minorem.

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Oratio habita ad Legatum quendam Gallicum, & Hollandiae Comitem, tunc temporis Academiae Cancellarium.

QVam Augusta sit vestra Praesentia, & quam sacro horrore nostros percellit anim [...]s, utinam Oratoris vestri stupor non ita nimis testaretur. Quem enim alacritas offi [...]ii modo accenderat ut vos salutarem, impedit [...]am eadem Religione in illas aures importunus ruerem iuquilinus, ubi Regum consilia habitarunt. Nec magis alloqui quam intueri nefas▪ Fulgura spont in ambor [...]m [...], quorum splendorem si quis aspiceret▪ bidental fi [...]ret. Si quis Persarum, qui veneratur Solem, vos intueretur, utrumque ratus Numen, suum divideret sacri [...]icium. Nos quod attinet, fatemur lippitudine radiorum victoriam, & hoc geminum honoris jubar imbellis nostra ac [...]es eo magis commendat, quo minus sustineat. Salve igitur, Celeberrime Hospes, cujus gratissimi adventus, ut capacia essent nostra pectora, magnitudo gaudii nosipsos à nobis exclusit foras. Ecce quot Helluones oculi vos inspicimus! Quot in vestris vultibus Quadragesimam violamus! Sed nos indigni tantis dapibus. [Page] Margareta, & Regii illi Manes, quos in Fundatoribus nostris numeramus, per me, tanquam per Legatum suum (ut Titulo vestro superbire liceat) Adventum vobis gratulantur. Nec invideas mihi, clarissime Advena, Legati nomen; nam cum Celi [...]udo vestra ad gradum meum (quem suscepisti modo) dignaretur descendere, Humilitas nostra (quod in bilance solet) ad vestrum apicem assurgebat. Scholas vidisti & illud unicum Sacellum, quorum alteri docuisti Literas, alteri Pietatem. Et quid amplius studes apud nos invisere? Eccum Academiam integram, Cancellarium dignissimum, qui quicquid Cantabrigia nostra complectitur plenius repraesentat. Theatra & Scholarum Pyramides nos ludibundi Vitruvii aedisicamus in chartis. Tu, Tu Architectus fortunae nostrae, cujus Magnificentia vel Pictoris nostri a [...]daciam superabit. Multus sum, Honoratissime Orator, in Cancellarii debitissimis laudibus, ut scias qualis Heros, quantus aliorum Patronus honori vestro hodie inserviat. Certè dum vos M [...]jorum Gentium Nobiles simul a [...]stantes videam. Nescio quis Isthmus videatur Galliam & B [...]ita [...]niam (invito Oceano) conjunxisse. Quin perpetuus sit ille Regionum nodus, & ita Gordianus, ut neuter Alexander dis [...]indat gladio. Plura vellem, & usque pergeret votorum pietas, sed victus diviti [Page] argumento plusquam Demosthenis Anginam patior. Quare si aures vestras, Regibus assuetas, nimis detinendo sacrilegus fuerim; si quid deliquerim, hoc saltem sit subitae Orationis prodiga temeritas; ut nè paratus ad peccandum prodiisse videar.

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Oratio habita cum unus è Prelectoribus, deficiente Termino, pensum (pro more) imponeret.

HOdiernus intravi (Iuvenes Academici) tanquam Cato Floralia, ut exirem tantum. Convenimus fateor, sed ut dissiliamus: Siquidem hoc est longum Vale moribundi Termini, qui nollet (ut Iuridici loquuntur) intestatus mori. Sed singulis vestrum Legatum tribuit, & ejusdem cerae cohaeredes reddit. Penso igitur vobis erit Aristotelis Liber primus de Anima Conscriptus. Et quidem vos scio unam vel alteram Authoris paginam posse transcribere: hoc autem à vobis non expeto. Neque est ut expectarem ut Heautontimorumen [...]s & misere Absyrtos veteres Philosophos in Cruciatus denuò redigatis. Ruente Quercu vel quilibet Homuncio ligna colliget. Illius autem animosior est Spiritus qui è triumphantis Philosophi Fa [...]cibus eripiat, & eorum aliquem sub Clientela sua patrocinetur. Obsoleta ista Democriti, vel etiam Thaletis opinio ingenio V [...]stro siat Authentica. Neque tamen in ullas angustias vos redigam. Vniversas Naturae Pandectas habeatis vobis usurarias. Modo etiam placuerit, (eruditi Iuvenes) liceat vobis leviter perstringere, [Page] & exesa ista Philosophorum Placita risui exponere. Quod si ita iis contigerit occumbere, habent quod Fatis imputent. Stuporem jactent, atque impotentiam suam in lucro possunt deputare: Si pereant manibus vestris periisse juvabit.

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Oratio habita in Scholis publicis cum Patris officio fungeretur.

QVam aequivocum sit Patris nomen, quota & quam discolor officii ratio, si non aliunde, ab hac varia frequentia (Severiores viri & Lepidissima proles) possem dignoscere? Si enim ad singula Auditorum ingenia quilibet Orator componendus sit, ita ut cum Senibus tussiat, rideat cum pueris; quid ego hominis? Quale futurus sum Monstrum, gravitate & nucibus, Patre & puero interpunctum? Quod in dispertita & expansa Aquila fieri videmus unum corpus duplicem ostentare faciem: eadem est nostra erga vos & filios bifrons conditio. Hos cum aspicio, sumsonex Aquila pullos meosad vestrū jubar exploratura; ubi vos è contra, nescio quomodo ipse in pullum redeo, & ad instar Aquilae juventutem renovo. Duae igitur Dramatis personae sustinendae sunt; vestrâ in scenâ acturus sum Filium, in vestrâ Patrem, alterum genu flexum, alterum stabit Elephantinum, oscillatione, quod quod aiunt, ludam. Superam modo, modo inferam occupabo partem; partim Senex, partim Puer, qualis Aeson ille in Aheno Medeae semicoctus. Et quae quidem aptior via inveniri poterat quam per ferulam ad fasces, per Filii scabellum ad culmen Patris assurgere? Serviendum [Page] ut imperes, Aulicorum methodus; à Vitulo ad Taurum Milonis progressus. Vobis igitur, Viri Gravissimi, primitiae nostrae sunt consecrandae; quod si nullo, vel, quod perinde est, tralatitio tantum honore prosequerer, non dico causam, quin filii mei improbitate erga me pari, injuriam vestram ulciscantur. Neque tamen interea noscimus quali vos compellemus nomine, quorum Eruditio scribit Academiae Maritos, obsequium malit Filios. Perplexus suit & tortuosus ille incesti nodus, quem de Oedipo suo fabulatur Graecia; major Maeander unusquisque vestrûm, quorum eruditione cum Alma Mater gravida fiat, & quotannis parturiat; quorum praeceptis & exemplari virtute; cum tenella pubes (quasi binis uberibus) lactetur indies; non Oedipus majori cum aenigmate sceleratus, quam quilibet vestrum pius: Matris Maritus, Vxoris Filius, & Fratrum Pater. Neque hic se sistit vestra divina indoles, cujus vel pictura est satis prolifica; siquidem Alma Mater ubi concipiat, speciem vestram ob oculos ponit, vestrum instar repraesentat animo, ut masculam magis, magis excultam sobolem enitatur. Illi, illi estis, quibus si ante inventas literas contigisset vivere, Imagines vestras ab Aegyptiis expressas, hodie pro Artibus & Scientiis legeremus. Non ego sequax erroris illius qui [Page] nihil egregium ducit nisi quod vetustum, qui praesentia fastidit tempora, & ex hesterno jure panem atrum vorat. Senescit, si Diis placet, Natura; Majoribus quidem nostris dedic animarum jugera, nobis spithamas; Gigantes illi, nos Pusiones. Degeneres animae & verè minores in hac opinione: Lucrifecit haec aetas, non decoxit. Illi quidem Literarum Atavi, sed quota est familia? cujus primus fuit illud quod dicere nolo, secundus illud quod nequeo: Humilis principii nobilis progressus. Habeant quod suum est Antiqui, sed nè in solidum fiant Domini: suas sibi laudes vendicent, sed vestras vobis nè praeripiant; quorum ego meritis tantum confido, ut veterum sicut canitiem veneror, sic misereor impotentiam. Ruct arunt illi glandes, vestrum est triticum: calceati corum dentes, & victus asper, vestrae dapes & ingenii gulae; quibus quod retro est seculum tantùm stravit mensam, erit à quadris futurum. Clari Convivae, quibus obsonantur antiqui, ministrant posteri. Sed quam effrons ego & devorati pudoris, qui dum vestra molior Encomia, Orationem meam foelicitatis tantae commensalem reddam! Liceat tamen peccare, Auditores, ut ignoscatis; pupura elotis maculis est iterata murice; gloriabor de culpâ à vobis remissâ magis quam de innocentiâ. Julius Sabinus, cum à Romano imperio defecisset, susis [Page] jam copiis & afflictis rebus in monumentum quoddam se abdidisse dicitur, ubi cum Vxore tamdiu latuerit, ut plures filios ex ea susceperit; tandem vero deprehensus, & pro Tribunali positus, filios suos in medium sistens, sic affatur Iudicem. Parce, Parce, Caesar; hos in monumento genui, hosce alui, ut tibi plures essemus supplices. Vestram fidem, Auditores, quicquamne uspiam rotundius dictum? Consulite quicquid est Rhetorum. O vanas spes tuas Cicero! O frustra susceptos labores! O inanes cogitationes! Tinnis, tinnis prae hoc Oratorum maximo, qui si cum Vxore tua Rhetorica tamdiu in Musaeo conclusus esses, quam ille in Mònumento, nunquam Orationem hujus parem genuisses. Gratias tibi, Sabine, de excusatione mea, qui cum necesse sit ut delinquam, habeo tamen deprecandi formulam. Habeo silios quos ostendam, hanc circumstantem Rhetoricam. Magna, magna est Infantium Eloquentia, qui eò plus exorant quò non loquantur. Eorum illice tacendi Suadâ & ego in praesens utar; neque dubito quin plus favoris demerear silentio, quam ulteriori taedio.

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Actus primi
Scena secunda.

REdeo jam alter Sosia: Redeo cum annorum sarcina. O quam tacito pede tempus labitur, & obrepit non intellecta senectus! Non est, quam videtis, barbae desperatio, sed genarum calvities; non sum implumi [...] puer, sed defloccatus senex. Prodite igitur in aciem, mei filii; non in aciem ingenii; nollem enim vos nimis ingeniosos in pueritia, ne Doctores sitis in senectute. Prudens Natura dedit Infantulis rationis somnum, ut in aetatis vespera lucubrentur. Cum animae nimis vigiles in praetexta, dormiunt, ut videtis, in purpura. Festo die si quid prodigeris, pro festo egere liceat, modo non peperceris; si Iuvenes prodigatis cerebra, Senes capita eritis & nil praeterea. Sed non est quod de vobis metuam; pari modo nostra, quo Claudiana familia est intertexta, aut Regem, aut Fatuum nasci oportet; aut lepidos & facetos Iuvenes, aut eorum Antipodas. Illos ita hilares & jocosos, ut ex Jovis cerebro jurares natos, alios ita hebetes & tardos, ut vel ex patris delirio, vel ex novissimo decreto. Non magis differunt illae primae sorores, Nox & Dies, quam hi Fratres. In hisce radiorum pompa & adulta lux; in illis spissae tenebrae, [Page] vel, si quod Intellectûs lumen, qualis è squamis piscium, aut putri ligno nocturnus splendor. Hercules & Iphiclus fratres fuerunt, indole dispares; Herculi fortitudo data est, Iphiclo pernicitas pedum, ac si illum Al [...]mena ad bellum, hunc ad fugam peperisset. Est & nobis multiplex Hercules, qui duodecim terminos totidem laboribus mensuravit: unus forsan aut alter Iphiclus, qui pocula sacra bibit & fugit; qui non alias se Herculis fratrem demonstrat, quam quod trinoctium illud quod ad procreandum Herculem continuavit Jupiter in intellectu suo usque conservat. Nata est (quamvis novitia) de quadam fabula; qui cum agnum instdiis excepisset, & odora nare persequeretur Pastor, ubi nullus pateret effugii locus, tugurium intrat, agnum fasciis involutum in cunas componit, quas huc illuc subinde quassat, ut balanti puero conciliaret somnum; si [...] scrutantium examen elusit, & astu non dispari Ulyssem vicit: Sunt & in nostra prole aliqui, quorum cunas si penitius excutiatis, illuc etiam reperire est illud simplicius animal, nihil praeter agninam pellem & innocentiam. Mortale ovum Castoris, immortale Pollucis; hic Jovem Deum imitatur, aeternus, viridis, & mutationis expers; ille Jovem Cygnum; nec diu erit quin senior factus canitie simulabit plumas; alter filius Jovis, alter [...]. [Page] Quis tantam componet litem? Quis conciliabit inter sese tam multiformis foe [...]us membra? Det Pollux Castori immortalitatem mutuam, uterque vivet alternatim; dies nocti lucem accomodet, utrinque crepusculum fiet; spargantur in emnibus merita, quae in aliquibus fluunt mista, & mea side omnes idonei ad respondendum questioni. Hitamen sunt in quibus stabit hodierna hilaritas: cum enim penuria verborum sit Mater Rhetoricae, non video quin defectus ingennii sit Pater Iocorum. Sed esto quod non sunt agiles & ad ingenium prompti; nonne statutis magis morigeri? Non sunt stupidi, tantum obtemperant Authoritati. Centurio cum à Praelio abesset, & Africanus Victor causam quaereret, respondit, se tuendis castris dedisse operam, ne caeteris in acie d [...]ten [...]is diriperentur; suboluit Duci pusilanimis ratio. Non amo nimium diligentes. Etiam & filli mei hisce lepidis Exercitiis interessent, nisi quod tuenda sunt Castra, observinda Statuta, ne caeteris jocantibus violarentur. Euge mei filii! non suit Militis ignavi [...], sed Castrorum cura; non Torpor ingenii, sed meius Statuti. Lex suit antiqua in Tabulis Decemviralibus primum inventa, ad Justiniani Codicem postea progressa, in Iure qua Canonic [...], qua Civili receptissima; & tandem ad hoc Municipale nostrum delapsa. Si quis faxit plus quam [Page] possit damnas esto. Lex imponit Castitatis fibulam; nonne damnandus Eunuchus si committat stuprum? Cavet Statutum ut frugi vivamns: nonne culpandus Mendicus si luxurietur? Pari modo plectendi sunt mei filii si sint ingeniosi. Crudele Decretum quod mutis execuit linguas, caecis extinxit oculos, filis meis ingenio interdixit.

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Oratio Inauguralis, cùm Praelectoris Rhetorici munus auspicaretur.

QVanta & quàm divina sit vestra benefaciendi Indoles, quàm pauperrima Gratitudinis nostrae talio, nescio an diutinum meum silentium, an hodierna Oratio luculentius fuerit testimonium. Imparem se fatetur modesta taciturnitas, & in tanto certamine maluit cedere, quam infantibus Gratiis humanitatem vestram balbutire. In minimis & quae compensari possunt beneficiis peccat silentium, quod in majoribus est religiosum. Sed frigidè agnoscere, tantundem ac tacere; & in hoc tamen scelere pietatem meam invenietis, quod enim sollicitis votis ambiunt alii, ut favori vestro paribus numeris respondeant, ut munus & Gratiae in amoehaeam quandam Eclogam coalescant; secus ego gratulor meam gratiarum ignaviam: quò enim magis infra muneris vestri magnitudinem subsido, eò infamiâ meâ munus commendo. Gratiae cum beneficio in bilance posi [...]ae, & pro levitate suâ in sublime actaè, ex proprio ludibrio gloriam addunt & pondus beneficio. Quod si elegantes magis velitis gratias, estote vos minus munifici, Gratitudo [...]st beneficii Echo, quae ut singula verba potest [Page] repetere, ita longam sententiam ne dimidiare. Monosyllaba (ut ita dicam) beneficia facilè reverberamus, cum grandioribus & vestris ne unam aut alteram syllabam rependimus: prodeo igitur in aciem cum amore vestro, sed ut succumbam studeo. Contendunt gratiae cum beneficio, sed ut ex istâ pugnâ major appareat vestra victoria. Qui in hostis potestatem se lubens offert, invidet hosti honorem suum; plenior ex capto quàm ex dedititio Triumphus; & major erit munificentiae vestrae Paean ex Oratore victo, quam ex imbelli silentio. Quorsum autem ego in haec subsellia ascenderem, qui ita haereditarium à proavis meis praelectoribus accepi silentium, ut necesse habuerim quasi ex traduce, ta [...]nisse? Erat enim, cùm Lectores legere pleonasmus haberetur. Artis fuit apud illos dissimulare Artem; munus suscipere, cum privilegio dormire; implere autem, (absit omen!) officium; ad industriam prodere, de posteris mereri malè. Crediderim sanè ego illud fuisse muneris nostri ingenium, ut, quod Papae solent, illarum virtutum à quibus maximè distant esse cognomines; proinde Rhetores eligerentur illi, qui per integrum annuni obmutescerent. Nec immeritò; tam rarae enim fuerunt, tam infrequentes praelectiones nostrae, tam seculares denique, ut nescio quî possum melius praefari, quàm illis praeeonis verbis; Venite ad Ludos [Page] quos nemo mortalium unquam vidit, nec visurus est postea. Sed nova hoc anno exoritur Lectorum Religio, quî, aliter ac Lectores solent, ad Canones & Statuta revocamur. Stamus indies, loquimur quotidiè, & tam ancipiti pulmonum virtute, ut & Pulpita ad vigiliam, & Auditores ad somnum adigamus. Ad somnum? ad horrorem potius; tanto enim recentes hujus inusitati prodigii percussi sunt metu, ut verendum sit nè ad Paedagogos▪ scripserint novitiam aliquam haeresin suppullulasse, Babylonicam Meretricem in Rhetoricis Lenociniis esse redivivam, & in liberalibus Scientiis septicollem Bestiam. Ecquid amplius apud vos Papisticum? imo & quod pessimum est, noctu & interdiu horas Canonicas observare Procancellarium; quem non citius maximo cum honore nomino, quin eò destectanda mihi videtur Oratio; cujus in landes tam alacris est mea Rhetorica, ut si semel undarent lora, vereor quod habenas non audiret denuo. Quotus enim est patronus noster? qui homines alioquin somnolentos, tanquam matutinus Sol, radiis suis ad laborem suscitat; qui otiari in officio, ac dormire in aprico pudendum ratus, non modo ipse laborat, sed & nostri laboris est Artifex: ita eandem quam ipse exercet diligentiam felici contagione nobis affricat. Qui denique (& quod ego palmarium duco) modestiam meam, nimis [Page] difficilem, in hodiernùm vestrî obsequium rapuit. Vestrî intelligo, Senatus amplissime; quibus quicquid ego Praelectoris sum, refero acceptum; quorum nescio an me Rhetorem elegerunt Iudicia, aut Suffragia crearunt. Crearunt dico, & satis cum audaciâ repeto; tot enim & tam foecundae voces in unum congestae, quem non Rhetorem fecissent? Quod igitur fabulantur poetae ad Pandorae Natalitia universum Deorum Chorum fuisse à Symbolis, idem in Rhetorica mea, & unanimi vestro assensû, quasi Epimuthion nactum invenietis. Quare quos Eloquentia, si quae sit mea, agnoscit compatres, non dubito quin usque habitura sit susceptores; ut eadem lubentiâ in aures vestras resiliat quâ facilitate pectorum profecta est. Non causabor in posterum imbecillitatem meam, qui onus dedistis, dedistis humeros: & ut absint cae [...]era, satis erit virium sub aquilâ vestrâ militare. Refert Seneca de pusillo & monogrammate (ut ita dicam) homunculo, qui palaestram ausus est descendere, quoniam pugiles multos & strenuos servos domi aleret. Si servi tantum potuerint, si vicarii roboris confidentia infirmum herum commasculare possit, quid Domini facient? Et ego in hunc literarium pulverem possum irruere, non Mercurio meo, sed quoniam tam multos & tam facundas habeam Dominos. Non enim ad hoc officium designatus sum à dextro [Page] aut à laevo vulture, non à sitellâ aut sortibus, non ab imperito vulgo, vel (quod idem est apud Persas) hinniente equorum armento, sed à Senatu vestro, scilicet (ut sobriè audax possum dicere) ab oecumenico literarum concilio. Quid enim non infra erit eorum dignitatem, quibus Artes omnes pro satellitio, & conjuratae veniunt ad Clientelam Scientiae? Impos hîc sui Rhetorica, & laudes vestras nè anhelâ quidem eloquentiâ adaequare potest. Parcite, Auditores, si vos frequens compellem; ita enim subduxi mecum rationem ad agendum, ut ubi vos nominaverim, Troporum affatìm, abundè Figurarum. Quodigitur artis Memoriae Professores solent per ea, quae sunt sibi ante oculos posita, alia quaecunque memoranda significare; idem Auditores meos edoctos velim, ut in vos ora & obtutus figant, ut hunc Metonymiam, illum Hyperbolen, universam multitudinem pro continuatâ figurarum Allegoriâ imaginati, omnes colores, omnia Orationis lumina, integram denique Rhetoricae Supellectilem per quandam oculorum Metaphoram ad sese transferant. Iamque, Auditores, cum eò deventum sit, ut vos omnes in volumen quoddam Rhetoricum compegerim, recipio in posterum me lecturum: In praesens aliquid de Rhetoricâ dicendum censeo; neque enim tam foelix Argumentum, quale vos reputo, priùs reliquissem, quàm individuis [Page] praeconiis vos & Rhetoricam semel simulque commendare. Ferunt Demonsthenem, optimum licet Rhetorem, non potuisse pronunciare nomen Rhetoricae. Quae Demosthenis fuit impotentia, est Rhetoricae modestia, quaè licet apud omnes laudatissima sit & multi nominis, titulos tamen suos erubescat proloqui. Quid igitur ego quàm ut veterem illum medelae modum imitarer? lapides aliquos in os injiciam, quos nisi favor vester, plus quam Chymicus in preciosos verterit, indigni erunt qui in auribus vestris tam disertis pendeant. Age igitur Rhetorica, explica virtutes tuas, quae Logicae, Philosophiae caeterisque tuis Sororibus illicem facundiae hederam soles praefigere. Si tibi in eodem deesses officio, quid aliud quam foris saperes, domi insanires? Atque hinc quàm optimè Rhetoricae encomium auspicari possum, quòd nativa sit ejus Pulchritudo, cum in caeteris nil nisi emptitium fucum deprehendas. Scitum est illud Phrynes Thebanae Commentum, quae cum Convivio inter aequales adesset, & probè jam saturatae omnes ludis operam darent; Lex lata est, ut quicquid facto praeiret quaevis, subsequerentur caeterae. Vbi ad Phrynes vices deventum est, poscit aquam, faciem lavat, quod cum caeterae pro imperio Legis fecissent, Phryne pulchrior, ut quae sordes eluerat, deformes caeterae, ut quae fucum deterserant, [Page] apparuere. Hunc summa redit denique, Autographa est Rhetoricae venustas, quae in caeteris est tralatitia. Fictitii sunt aliorum vultus, cum nesciat Rhetorica qualis sit illa nova Prosopopoeia. Caeterae quidem Scientiae Magnates sunt Dominae; sed tanquam Domin [...]e facies suas è Rhetoricae Pyxide mutuantur. Vt reliquas taeceam; Quid Logica citra Rhetoricam? Contractus ille pugnus ad colophos magis accommodus, quam ad aures demulcendas; ubi verò in palmam Rhetoricae extendatur, non opus est ut dicam quantum potuerit, cum frater meus Logicus exemplo suo nuper ostenderit. Quae igitur alias Artes la [...]dibus suis deaurare solet, aequum est ut suis superbiat, quae (tanquam Danista) Elegantiam suam foris locat usurariam, iniquum esset si non ipsam sortem cum amplissimo foenore reciperet; quanquam quidem Rhetorica non tam faecultates suas foenori apponit, quàm, tanquam Missilia, in Scientiarum plebem Regina disseminat. Hactenus quàm dives Rhetorica in alienis loculis, nunc videamus quàm opulenta sit in suis. Quod ut facilius sieret, utinam Thesaurarius ejus Cicero revivisceret; qui si toties de Rhetorica sua, quoties de Consulatu gloriatus esset, & aeque indefessum argumentum habuisset, & mitiùs ob superbiam vapularet. Hic ille Atticae Helenae Rivalis, hic Palladii Graeci Ulysses; hinc illae Philosophi [Page] lachrymae Rhetoricam è Graecia transmissuram. Quod enim Antonio Athenas proficiscenti Cives Minervam suam desponsarunt; ideoque pro adulationis poena Talentum, quasi pro dote, coacti sunt numarare: idem in Cicerone plenius ac vellent evenisse constat; qui ubi Athenis studuit, Rhetoricam, praesidem Civitatis Deam, Vxorem duxit; & ubi aè Pyraeo solveret, omnem ejus dotalem ornatum secum in Italiam transmisit. Euge redux Cicero. Salvete in Tusculum Athenae. Opima magis spolia quam terna illa Iovi Feretrio consecrata. O qualis fuit Ciceronis copia! Qualis ejus dicendi Tyberis! imo Romanus Nilus! Quantum enim ejus Eloquentia excrevit, vel deferbuit, tantum foecunda vel sterilis, foelix vel misera extitit Italia. Quot ille Coronas ob Cives, quot ob Provincias desendendas meruit? qui cum duos parricidio liberaret Roscium & Popilium, ob unum in aeternum debuit vivere, teste omnium optimâ Oratione: ob alterum mori, idque Popilii manu, in ejus caede parricidium conf [...]ssi. Hic tamen Cicero Facundiae Sponsus; hic (pace Bruti dixerim) Romanorum Rex; hi [...], plusquam Caesar, perpetuus Dictator, ut divinum Rhetoricae numen sacro, quondam borrore agnosceret, in Orationum primordiis singultiit, ut ludit Comicus, victitavit Sorbillo. Vetus obtinuit Superstitio, [Page] ut ubi Luna pateretur Eclipsin, armorum strepitus, vel quilibet alius clangor parturienti (sic enim credebant) Numini obstetricari possit. Vbi laborat Res-publica, ubi deliquium passura est Patria, intercedit Rhetorica ut Lucina Juno, & suavissimo tonitru tumorem sedat. Tumultuatur Plebs, secedit in Janiculum. Ecquis prodit Jupiter Stator? Ecce Rhetor Agrippa, qui Fabulae cujusdam de ventre & membris tintinnabulo fugitivum apum examen ad praesepe redegit. Tantum Artificis valet habitus oris. Senecam dum audiret Nero, quis aequavit ejus quinquennium? Ita facundus senex insidiatur Tyranno, & animum ejus ad vitia proclivem furtivâ Rhetoricâ in virtutem prodit, sanctissimê reus Majestatis. Neque enim Reges aut Imperatores Rhetori [...]e jugum subterfugiunt. Tonat Rhetorica? frustra sub lecto cubat Testudo Caligula. Fulgurat Rhetorica? incassum lauro circundatur Tiberius, nec in isto circulo securus. Duplex enim est Rhetoricae Genius; bonus, qui innocentes praemiis afficit, & malus, qui sceleratos exagitat; tam subtilis tamen est ejus Suada & hujus terror, ut tanquam fulmen terebrans, salvis corporum vaginis ipsas animas liquefaciat. Quid ego vobis Crassos, Curios, Loelios proponam? quorum illustrium Rhetorum tam numerosa sunt apud Historiam Exempla; quam apud nos nulla: [Page] nam siqua sit exilis & strigosa Oratio, sine sanguine, sine anima; sententiis ad tertium lapidem porrectis, haec (si placet) est Ciceroniana. Pudendum nominis Sacrilegium! & cujus in vindictam miror facundos manes non resurgere novas scripturos Philippicas. Sed ecce alius Ciceronis insons! qui perspicuum & simplicem perosus stylum implicitè loquitur & in aenigmate, ac si Persii Carmina in Prosam Orationem per modum Anagrammatis resolveret: anxiae ineptiae! & quae neminem Oratorem praeter Sphingem Monstrum, neminem Auditorem praeter Oedipum admittunt. Tertius prodit uterque neuter, qui ambabus sellis sedet, qui omnia dicendi genera experitur; cujus Oratio tanquam multiformis Luna secundùm varias mutat Quartas; modò gibbosa, modò falcata, plena, semi-plena, ac si Rhetorica Metempsychosin quandam instituerit, per omnes stylos pervagata. Vbi interim Musarum Castitas? Adulter est ille Stylus, qui rem habet cum pluribus, & maxima Oratoris laus est aequum & integritas. Sed proh stupor! Egone ut Rhetoricae encomia moliar, & Oratorem nostrum publicum cui omnes assurgunt, praetermittam? cujus nomen cum Demosthene triplicare, est Rhetoricam ex omni parte definire. Peregrinatur in aliis Rhetorica, hîc Incola est, non Hospes unde non magis illam divellas quàm Solem è Coelo, [Page] Iustitiam a Fabricio. Ille decus, suae & dolor nostrae Gentis, qui cum Orator sit & Graecus Professor, pari jure quo Caesar, Consules, nominari potest Academiae Oratores. Ille enim verus Orator qui Ambidexter, in quo binae linguae unum eloquentiae trahunt jugum. Refert Seneca de quodam, qui cum bis declamasset in eodem die, Graecè, & Latinè, & sciscitaretur quidam (ut curiosum sumus Literarum genus) quomodo perorasset, responsum tulit, benè & [...], benè Latinè, perperam Graecé. Dictum non magis lepidum & rotundum quàm hodiéque verum; quàm multi enim sunt Literati [...]; Quot Eloquentes [...]; Plures Cicerones (pauci licet) quàm Demosthenes. Incipiat sanè Rhetorica à Latinis, sed adolescat in Graecis. Graecia à Latio mutuetur Calendas; sed Nonas, sed Idus apponat suas: qui enim in solis Latinis est exercitatus, est Polyphemus monoculus, pene dixerim [...] Rhetoricus. Possem, Auditores, ad Cathedram ascendere, & ibi etiam quomodo Rhetorica pro Tribunali sedeat, demonstrare; sed pinge duos angues, sacer est locus: vel si fas esset laudes ejus attingere, attingere tamen est Religio: ita enim in illo divino Professore conturbavit prodiga Rhetorica, ut nè unciam habeat unde cum posteris pro labore & vigiliis suis decernat. Huc usque eminus quasi verba feci; tempus [Page] est ut cum auditoribus meis cominus agerem: Moris enim est librum nominare, & sic pro hoc anno satisfecisse. Sed illud quicquid est muneris reliquum, in Termini proxime ineuntis exordium differam; ubi tamen spero Auditores meos non affutores; nam si nullo alio modo vos deterrere possum, legam Arabicè. O invidendam Praelectoris solitudinem! cujus in Individuo, coelestem admodum, universa species Arabica, quantum ad nos spectat, conservatur. Quod si meis ingratiis Auditores adsint, & Ego contra me sistam Rhetorem, uterque agemus quod nostrum est, usque vobis grati erimus. Rhetoricae & honori vestro pariter incumbemus; ita enim commodum nostrum & observantia vestri mutuo nexu alligantur, ut quo quisque erimus magis Rhetores, eò Munificentiae vestrae magis memores.

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Oratio habita in Scholis Theologicis, cùm Moderatoris partes ageret.

QVae cum ita sint, Auditores, liceat tandem perorare, Piladi dabo ut bodie insaniam, & tum finitus Orestes. Quod Reges solent, ubi satietas illos mundi ceperit, Coenobium intrare ut seipsos dediscant; perinde de nostro ingressu in hasce Scholas judicate. Penitet nostrae nugacis facundiae, & in severiori hujus loci genio remedium quaero. Nec tamen sum ex illorum numero qui sapiunt in gratiis, qui gravitatem complectuntur, ut continentiam Senes, qui cum ulterius peccaere nequeunt, resipiscunt. Spadonum est haec virtus; ingenia casta, quoniam non mascula; ac si Statuta nostra, sicut Turcarum Mulieres, non alios agnoscerent Custodes praeter Eunuchos. Pudet haec opprobria nobis dici. Sunt qui ingenio ingenium debellant, qui ex ferratis Stymphalidum pennis desumunt spicula, quibus ipsas aves, vivas illas pharetras, interficiunt. Hujusmodi cum audiam Tripodum Oracula, & ambiguos Vates, exemplo praeeuntes ingenium, quod Orationibus insectantur. Video Catonem sui ipsius lacerantem viscera; Video Demosthenem proprio Calamo pereuntem. Ad quid autem, dicit aliquis, hispida [Page] haec rerum facies? Ergóne defluet comptior Eloquentia, ut barbae squallor dominetur? Absit omen! Regnet quidem Gravitas, sed citra striatam frontem & Vultûs Tyrannidem, nè sit instar Sileni Alcibiadis, ita intùs Numen ut extùs appareat Demogorgon. Qui in Oratore odit foeminae mollitiem, fastidit magis agrestes villos; qui denudat aures Rhetoricis cincinnis, extirpat radicitus genarum sentes: Neque enim illi accedo, qui consultus de optimo Rhetore respondit Statuta Academiae. Liber noster non stat in catenis reus eloquentis criminis, sed tanquam Tyrius Apollo ideo constringitur, nè suam gravatus servitutem mutaret Dominum. Facilis à libro ad Respondentem transitio, quos cum ambos simul cogitem, nescio an gemellos rectè nominarem. Gemelli; corpora si respicias sunt unius Divortium, si animas unio duorum, quasi vulnus à Natura factum amore mutuo erat coiturum. O quam studet illam Naturae Diaeresin resarcire, qui cum libro non indulserit Nasum; prohibere tamen nequit quin typis mandetur! ea enim est ejus cum literis communio, ut literato ejus cumulo vel hunc unicum librum addere, erant qui superfluum credidere. Vultis omnia? tam eruditus est noster Respondens, ut vereor ne tanquam Cataphractus miles, onustus potius, quàm munitus literis videatur. Sed incassum [Page] ego molior; surge tui ipsius Encomium; ego enim (tanquam pictum velum, aut expansum carbasum) spectaculum policeo [...]; tuum est, Scaligeri verbo, monstrum perfectionis ostendere.

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Oratio prior habita in Scholis Juridicialibus, Domino Doctore Littleton Respondente.

UNicum nostrum & captivum librum cum eodem obtutu quo numerosa tua conspiciam volumina, nescio quin disparis nostrae conditionis luculenta Icon videatur. Me quod spectat Eruditionis nostrae modulum satis unus, satis nullus liber repraesentat; cum tua grandiora merita vix integra complecti possit Bibliotheca. Ad quid autem librorum tantum; ubi magis est literarum? Veteris picturae fuit opprobrium quòd hîc Canis, fuit adscriptum, cum viva effigies (tanquam praeco domesticus) seipsam interpretetur. Credimus te literatum, non propter Authorum, sed propter tuiipsius testimonium. Optimus Nomenclator imaginis est loquax artificium. Propria virtus, non farrago librorum te honestabit, & unicus tuus Orator erit Respondens. O quam superbit Alma Mater, quae frequentem nuper enixa sobolem in te uno duplicavit numerum! Refert de patre quodam Historia, qui inter filios divisurus bona, primo tantum tribuit, & Lucium cohaeredem facit; tantum secundo, & Lucium addit; tertio tantum, & usque Lucium fortunae suae rivalem: [Page] cumque in qualibet cerâ scripsisset Lucium, hoc addit Elogium, Lucius & Fratres sunt Gemini. Quid aliud Gemini quàm Naturae aequilibrium? quae cum unum fratrem reliquos Triumviratus regulâ, adaequare faciat, Quò tum te creavit virtus? Multiplex es in tuis Fratribus, & quascunque laudes illi meruerunt, tu nasceris particeps. Cer [...]è si [...]te unum tantum pepererit Academia, multos simul pariat necesse, ut duos dicatur peperisse. Neque tamen de Fratrum copia desperandum est; si enim parturienti Academiae, ut laboranti Lunae, strepitu & sono obstetricandum sit, nullum facilius quam Iuridicorum erit puerperium. Crederem equidem vel in ipso utero litigare velle ut citius nascerentur. Hinc est quod tam universa prodit Cadmi seges, ut malè metuo ne vix satis sit litium ad omnes alendos. Quod si bono fato contigerit, armatae aristae se metent invicem & (piscium ad instar) ubi praeda deficit, vorabunt mutuó. Liciat mihi, Themidos Magnates, Causidicorum vulgus paulum perstringere, ut vestra magis internoscantur merita: cumque aliàs modestia vestra non patiatur, in aenigmate saltem adulari liceat. Subdola furium scientia hanc interreliquas excogitavit fallaciam. Fures duo à jurgiis auspicati pugnam simulant, capita pro mutuâ Colophorum libidine probè demulcent, quod cum confertus hinc illinc populus spectatum prodeat, usque praeliantur [Page] bellicos [...] Aucupes, dum à Collegis suis turbae commixtis, singulorum marsupia pertunduntur. Non in vestram peccabo dignit atem, si nubat haec Similitudo. Sunt & in vestra gente Cauponantes belli, qui ita disputant, ut quaestionem in alienis loculis inveniant, & (quod passimum est) in illis exercitiis nullum agnoscunt moderatorem. Ludiones sunt qui ob mercedem pugnant, vestra Disputatio sola retinet liberalitatem scientiae. Sed Infans encomium addendo detrahit; laudare quod satis nequis est sacrilegium admittere. Age igitur, Doctissime Vir, & Disputatio vestra quae praecidit mihi Orationis progressum, suo indicio, & vestris radiis magis eniteat.

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Oratio posterior, eodem Respondente.

DE Gallis dicitur quod primus plusquam virorum impetus, secundus minor sit quam foeminarum. Digni profecto qui ab Vxoribus suis vapularent milites, cum (tanquam meticulos [...] lepores) fortitudinis suae sexum mutent. Non tu hujusmodi Tyresias Gallicus, ut virilis anima sit degener in foeminam, & novissimae hebdomadae fortis Disputatio subsidat hodiè in sequiorem. Eccum vobis, Auditores optimi, eundem Respondentem! virtutem parem! noster Hercules non Ancillam induit, nec nobilis ille clavae terror ad humile ministerium Coli emasculatur. Cestius Rhetor ita sibi & Eloquentiae suae supervixit, ut discipulus ejus per cineres perorantis Cestii juraret. Quotusquisque est qui suum ipsius stat Monumentum, cujus vigor igneus in flebile frigescit marmor, idem Eruditionis Cadaver & Sepulcrum? Secus tua divina, virtus, quae aemulos prius superare contenta, nunc audaci conatu seipsam molitur; quae cum alios ita nuper vinceret, nunc ipsam Victoriam captivam ducet. Hoc habet quilibet generosus animus, ut ne Solstitium patiatur, tantum abest ut agnoscat Tropicum. Praestat [Page] aeternùm fuisse claudum, quam tandem retrogradum. Malo Mulier esse quam Eunuchus. Malo nasci quam fieri ignavus. Pristinae igitur virtutis memor iterum descendis in pulverem, & priori gloriâ, tanquam optimo tubicine, redaccensus instauras praelium. Proinde à Majoribus nostris cautum ect, ut duos actus praestarent Iuridici; absque enim vobis & vestris litibus dualis numerus non esset inventus. Hinc est quod semel tantum respondeat Theologus, ut quos vestra jurgia duos effecerint, ejus Pietas reduces faciat ad unitatem. Si Theologia & Medicina cum Iurisprudentiâ de forma concertarent, tam turbida est Facultas vestra, ut, me Paride, vestrum esset Pomum Discordiae. Sterilescit hoc anno Medicina, ut quae satis novit quod ingruente bello, citra Medicorum opem mori possumus. Deficit Medicina, redundat Facultas vestra, neque mirum tamen quod binos alat ubere foetus, cum ad Artis vestrae mulctram nos humanum pecus toties veniamus. Gens Amazonum alteram mammam solet exurere, ut ad praeliandum magis sit accommoda; ambas habet Iurisprudentia, & tamen plus quam Amazon est bellicosa. Qui solet omnia duplicare Bacchus à Poetis fingitur bis natus; duplex actus te peperit geminum. Ecce tibi Jovis & Patris mixtura dulcis, qui disputationis fulmine te primum genuit, in amoris femur [Page] nunc recondet. Epaminondas moriturus, cum ejus orbitatem defleret quidam, nihil de tam egregiâ stirpe reliquum fuisse: Leuctram & Mantinaeam, duas pulcherrimas filias se reliquisse dixit. Quid aliud tua disputatio gemina quam Leuctra & Mantinaea? pulchrae quidem filiae, quas ita desponsatas sibi velit posteritas aemula, ut qui in futurum seculum erit doctus, erit Gener tuus. Age igitur, & fortiter, cavendum enim est ab Achillis fato qui usque fuisti invulnerabilis, in Disputationis calce occidaris.

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Oratio itidem habita in Scholis Juridicialibus, cum Moderatoris partes ageret.

CVm vos intuear, Iurispiritûm Par, simulque reductis introrsum oculis imperitiam meam, Areopagum esse in hisce Scholis duplex argumentum in venio, vestram in agendo solertiam, & nostras judicandi tenebras. Fabula de Capro inter duos Arietes cursûs arbitro, & ab hinc illinc procurrentibus utrinque contuso; fabula inquam haec utinam esset fabula, nec in Moderatore vestro hodiernum nacta [...]. Saturni aetas foelix magis, quod innocens, an misera quod nullis Legibus instituta, digna vobis quaestio. Gratulor quidem ego primaevum scelus; qui primus deliquit, primus Solon & Lycurgus fuit, ita Ciconiae ad modum vitae damno Iura peperit, & tanquam Autographus Draco, suo sanguine Leges scripsit. Mehercule peccandi Inventio, quae Leges introduxit cujus qui primus Author extitit, tanto beneficio redemit scelus, ut facinus infra gloriam fuisse videatur. Nec vestra unius populi; sed Gentium▪ superbia est Iurisprudentia, cujus in clientela Nationes omnes & Provinciae florent, & de Iuris Civilis ac de Solis communione universae [Page] participant. Insulas, Vrbes & singulae Geographiae frusta Ius Municipale occupat, cum Civile universum Orbem complectatur, & Regiones, ut ut dissitas, suâ tamen sub ditione foederatas, velinvitâ Naturâ, jubet co [...]lescere. Britannos ipsos, quos cum altero Orbe in bilance quadam Natura posuit, Ius Civile (tanquam Isthmus quidam) conciliat, & jugali quadam societate connectit. Neque magis Orbem Ius vestrum colligit, quam illud alterum dividit & articulatim comminuit. Est (quam vellem dixisse fuit!) leguleiorum genus, quos artem nescias an pulmones professos; qui ambiguitate vocis abusi, Forum in Emporium mutant, ubi quid vendant sat superque norint, qui tanti emunt poenitere. Quid turbae est apud Forum? Quid illic homines litigant, qui ita clangant, ac si cum Proavis suis Capitolium defenderent? Advertas modo, & audias Damonis Caprum à Causidico quodam pari clamore quo olim surreptum; multum latrante Lycisca repetitum. Sed quid ego illos perstringo, quos vestra coelitus dilapsa scientia ipsâ comparatione satis arguit? satis per seipsam splendet vestra purpura, ut ne alieno rubore indigeat. Quod meum igitur est, Iudex assurgo, vultis, & qualis? qui causam nescio. Ais? Aio: Negas? Nego; tam dubia est nostra Moderatrix Trutina, ut ne pulvis sculum habeat Doctrinae [Page] qui vel hanc, vel illam praegravabit sententiam. Agite igitur Themidos Supreme. Flamen, tuque inferior Mysta, & dum vos tanto litetis Numini, ego (tanquam Cereris Arcano) sacro excipiam silentio; neque enim alio consilio huc ascendi, quam quo Philippi puer, ut Argumenta vestra, si prolixiora, mortalitatis suae admonerem.

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Ad Archiepiscopum Cantuariensem.

QVos ad Aram vestram impulit prius Hostium malitia, eò Numinis bonitas allexit denuó Supplices qui primum accessimus, grati jam redimus; & ubi Asylum habuimus, eò Sacrificium reportamus, sed quantum thuri nostro diffidimus, ubi te Jovem Statorem cogitamus? Beneficium quidem vestrum seriò gratulamur, sed & dolemus pariter; cujus magnitudo gratias in tantum provocat, ut nos ad ingratos necesse damnet: enimvero nos indigni qui simus grati. Edvardus & Elizabetha Virginei Reges conjugantur in gratiis; quorum munera suam ex traduce Castitatem non conservassent, nisi quod Patrocinio vestro à sacrilego raptu vindicarentur. O quam sidelis erit ille erga Regem suum, cujus pertinax Pietas cineras Regios demeretur! Quam avida interim humanitas vestra, quae non nisi tribus seculis contenta! quae retro aevum intuetur, ut in futurum prospiciat; quae ad Proavos nostros ideo recurrit ut majori cum impetu ad Nepotes prosiliat. Vt Gr [...]titudo igitur nostra coaetanea sit beneficiis vestris, qui tres aetates beas, tertiam hominum aetatem vivas. Gratulamur igitur Patronum nostrum, quem dum gratulamur [Page] fuisse, usque gratulamur fore: quicquid enim gratiarum hodierni Clientes non absolvimus, posteris adimplendum relinquemus,

Dominationi vestrae maximè obnoxii Magister & Socii Coll. D. I.

22. Febr. 1637.

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Ad Episcopum Lincolniensem.

Reverende Praesul;

LIteras vestras ad Doctorem datas, & ad nos tanquam haeredes secundae cerae delatas, ut amoris vestri clementiam gratulamur! Consulto siquidem Amplitudinis tuae refringis radios, priusquam ad imbellem nostram aciem pervenirent. Solem in unda spectamus faciles, quem in orbe suo non sine lippitudine sustinemus. Quae fuit scribendi; [...] utinam eadem esset responsi methodus, ut excusatione ad alium traduce peteremus veniam, & vicario rubore delictum nostrum fateremur. Quanquam si penitius causam excutias, peccamus magis quod deprecamur, & majori obsequio rebelles fuimus, quàm morigeri essemus. Quid enim aliud est peregrinum asciscere quam sanguinem vestrum exhaeredem facere. Collegium mater abdicat suos, si adopted alienos. Si Tros Tyrius que nullo discrimine, Tyrius, vel in propriis penatibus erit inquilinus. Ergóne degener tandem vestrae familia, & desiderat indigenas honoribus pares. Erubescendum opprobrium! & dignum quod tantus Mecaenas experiundo refutaret. Habet igitur quod imputet Collegium, non quod defendat; si enim in hoc peccet, quod sobolem [Page] suam habeat charissimam, jussu naturae peccat, vestris peccat sub auspiciis: pertinaciori enim amplexu fovet filios, quia fratres tuos: Fratres dicimus, & satis cum superbia repetimus, ita enim cura vestra profitetur Patrem, amor Fratrem; ut non Oedipus majori cum aenigmate sceleratus fuerit, quam tu pius Matris Maritus, & Fratrum Pater. Veneramur igitur Patris & Fratris mixturam dulcem. Solvimus quas debemus gratias & magis debemus solutas. Est beneficii Mantissa gratias admittere, praesertim nostras, quales receptas in damno potes deputare,

Quos Paternitas vestra habet mancupì Magister & Seniores Coll. D. Ioan.

Dat è Coll. D. Joan. 16. die Aprilis, 1641.

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Ad Episcopum Lincolniensem tunc temporis è carcere laxatum.

CVjus laborantes fortunas pari animorum deliquio diu expressimus, ne graveris si ejus redivivo jubare experrecti triumphemus: hodie enim est quod vivimus postliminio, & in vindiciis honoris vestri, quotquot sumus, Virbii. Siquidem in moerore vestro, quid aliud fuit vita nostra quam nocturno lucubratio, & occidenti tuo superesse quam ingratiis Naturae vivere? Sed salva res est. Reddidit diem redux Phosphorus; & post tanta cum Astris jurgia, Collegium Mater jam tandem fatetur Coelos. Incassum Tubas fatigarunt Veteres ut Eclipsin redimerent. Alma mater suspiriis suis magis sonoris prostigavit vestram; scilicet hic fuit faelicitatis vestrae somnus, qui tantum abest, ut illam extingueret, ut reficiat potius & alacriorem reddat. Eccum tibi majorem mundum tuum ad exemplar compositum; vel (si mavis dictum) luce & tenebris distinctum! Sol si perpetuus splenderet, nec Aram, nec Mystam haberet Persicam. Enimvero caligantes oculi nostri pacti sunt inducias cum fulgore vestro, quibus finitis ad pristinum redit seipsum. Aspicias quaesumus Clientum nomina, & agnoscas [Page] tot radios à luminoso tuo corpore diffusos; nihil enim de nostro habemus. Percurras singulos, & videas teipsum exiliorem semper ad modum, sed modo plenius, modo augustius, pro variâ speculorum indole reper [...]ussum; atque hinc est quod Imaginem vestram, tanquam Collegii Palladium, inter Archiva recondimus; ut mater enixa sobolem ad picturam sistat, vultus comparet, & ita umbrâ vestrâ, plusquam splendore Phoebi; distinguat pullos. Gratulamur igitur vel nostro nomine novas hasce honorum induvias: Vivas in posterum fortunâ major. Ingens vester animus, tanquam illud aeternum jecur, indignetur vulturem, quo magis consumitur, angeatur magis, & inter ipsos invidiae molares crescat virtus. Ita vovemus.

Paternitati vestrae quam maximè obnoxii Mag. & Socii Coll. D. I.

5. Decemb. 1640.

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Ad eundem jam factum Archiepiscopum Eboracensem.

USque & usque quod gratulamur si molesti simus, utinam indies cresceret peccandi materia. Pietas officiā non metuit Cramben, sed vestri honoris aemula indignatur Non ultra. Quin placeat igitur nostris in literis fortunas tuas ruminare, & prolixioris calami gutture (quod Philoxenus gruino voluit) repetere dapum voluptatem. Neque restrò tantum gaudemus, prensamus sinciput, & in futurum gratulamur: providè factum & tempestivè; eò enim perrexit virtus vestra, ut si paululum promoveat, humanos limites supergressus eris ineffabilis. At luxat nobis animos divinus horror, cum sacra facturis eminus, & splendor vester & sublimitas obversentur. Nictat Religio quae veneratur. Solem, & tremore Luminum fatetur Deum. Eadem est nostra oculorum Conscienta, qui radios vestros non sine visûs crepusculo sustinemus. Nec minus sublimitatem vestram luimus; siquidem sacrificantium Zelus, tanquam flamma Sacrificii, quò magis ascendit, eò magis trepidat. Sed Optimus emollis Maximum. Clementia vestra disputat cum Amplitudine, & hac amicissimâ [...]ite, (quasi [Page] totius Naturae puerperium) officium nostrum est oriundum. Ignoscimus Fatis immodestiam suam, quicquid adversi contingit ut favoris insidias imputamus. Scilicet recurrere videbantur fortunae vestrae, ut fortius prosilirent. Comprobavit exitus ingenium commenti. Militans Ecclesia jam triumphat in promulside; & fluctuans, ut olim Arca, tandem in montibus requiescit. Non amplius Collegium Mater Canos lacerat, nec facie suâ computat miserias. Musae, quibus vivere fuit Hyperbole, nunc audent vigere; quippe Altitudo vestra (ut Niliaca Aegypti) fertilitatem Literarum ominatur. Enimvero cum Astra sint soelicitatis nostrae condi-promi; quid est quod à Superis non expectemus, Patrono nostro in hac Syderum vicinia collocato? Orandus igitur es, Archi-Praesul Dignissime, ut ambitionem nostram serò sisteres, ut honores vestros subinde catenares, & cum supremum fortunae gradum conscenderis nec dum terminetur Climax vestra, Coelum superest.

Dominationi vestrae Devotissimi Mag. & Socii Coll. D. I.

Decemb. 12. 1641.

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Epistola Gratulatoria ad Episcopum Dunelmensem, qui in Bibliothecam Iohannensem saepius fuit Beneficus.

Reverende Praesul;

QVamvis ea sit Liberalitatis vestrae divina indoles, ut prodesse malit quam agnosci, ea nostrae Talionis paupertas quae nec illam debita gratitudine metiri valeat, nolumus tamen donis lacessiti alternas deserere, sed Amoebaeo gratiarum obsequio humanitati vestrae succinere. Erubescimus quidem hunc imparem congressum, ubi tam frequentia volumina unico gratulatorio Indice colligimus; & quae Bibliotheca vix capit, exiguis Epistolii pellibus arctare cogimur. Quotus enim es Mecoenas noster? Quam atavis erga nos beneficiis editus? qui ita annuus in teipsun [...] redis, ita [...] beneficia repetis, ac si novissima quaeque munera recentiori fulgore castigares. Quotuplicem igitur veneramur eundem Patronunt? qui ut caeteris omnibus praeripuit aemulationis secundas, ita nec sibi ipsi concedit primas; sed variatis subinde amoris indiciis seipsum vicit; nec diu erit quin ipsam victoriam captivam ducet. Esuriens modo [Page] Theca nostra ita benignitate vestrâ extendit fauces, ut si qua hujusmodi satius posset capi, à crapulâ propior quàm à fame abesset. Solvimus igitur quas debemus gratias, & usque debemus solutas, dapibus tuis Helluones accedimus; Libris & Honori vestro pariter incumbimus; ita enim commodum nostrum & observantia vestri mutuo nexu alligantur, ut quo quisque doctiores erimus, eò Munificentiae vestrae magis memores.

Dominationi vestrae quam maximè devinctissimi Mag. & Socii Seniores Coll. D. I.

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Ad eundem Episcopum Dunelmensem.

Reverende Praesul, Mecoenas unice;

TAm frequentia sunt erga nos benefici [...] vestra, tam perpetuis Choreis in orbem acta, ut ducat ilia gratitudo nostra, nec anhela tamen Liberalitati tantae respondere possit. Literae enim nostrae quid aliud sunt quam humanitatis vestrae Echo? ita dimidiata loquuntur vo [...]e, nec nisi ultimas ejus syllabas possunt repetere. Quorsum antem meditamur gratias, quas ne impune usquam egimus, quin nova subinde in vindictam surgit Munificentia. Nolumus tamen, nolumus inulti cedère, usque rebelles in obsequio erimus, & quo unico tam divinam indolem ulcisci possumus, munera vestra agnoscemus. Desponsast [...] tibi Bibliothecam nostram (ut Romanis usus) per coemptionem, quae singulas librorum frontes mariti nomine inscripta, tanquam victuro genio Posteritati commendatur. Vnum autem prae omnibus Amplitudinè vestrae debemus librum, illum volumus memorem Patronorum indicem, qui scriptus & in tergo, nec dum sinitus, nomen tuum, ut utrámque [Page] ejus paginam summâ cum lubentiâ recordatur

Paternitati vestrae devotissimi Magister & Socii Coll. D. I.

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Domino Edvardo Littleton, Sigilli Custodi.

Honoratissime Domine,

QVod fortunas vestras infimi homines eminus gratulamur, peccamus de in [...]dustria, ut scias communem laetitiam inde perceptam, vel ad Reipublicae talos d [...]scendisse, Caput ubi lauro circundatur, triumphant & pede [...]. Obtinet idem membrorum foedus, ut quicquid tibi accedit decoris, illud ut nostrum gaudeamus: nec nostrum modo cum caeteris, habemus quod soli & ci [...]ra rivales gloriemur. Cum enim pro humanitate quâ polles maximâ, Collegium nostrum no [...] ita pridem inviseres (parce dicto cui vestra Comitas fecit sidem) adoptasse tibi Ma [...]re [...] videbaris; sed privatam superbiam [...] pellat publica, & Gratulatio nostra ad [...] Chorum est annectenda. Quae ante flu [...]av [...] Delos Insula, nato Apolline steti [...] [...] ▪ olim fabula, erit olim Historia. R [...]s [...]rvav [...]t se tibi fluctuans Anglia Tridente tuo c [...]mp [...] nenda. Nec nobis diutiùs frangit animum Antecessoris fatum, quod in ignotâ arenâ ja [...]ceat Palinurus; alter erit jam Typhis; & decumana quae illum absorpsit unda te propiùs ad Coelos tollet. Blandius aequor n [...]mo [Page] non facile moderatur, ut non nisi mare turbidum est periculum te dignum. Enimvero placent discordiae hac mercede, ut consilio tuo sopiantur; tanti enim est vestrum Regimen, ut majora pateremur. Macte igitur, Heros ter maxime, triplici omine, ut Militans Ecclesia te agnoscat Scutum, nutans Academia Scipionem, Laborans Britannia Statorem Jovem.

Honori vestro quam maximè deditissimi Magister & Socii Coll. D. I.

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Edvardo Herbert, Domino Herbert de Cherbury.

Honoratissime ex utro (que) Domine,

QVod vestras graviores curas importuno officio intercalamus, peccamus magis si deprecemur: rapis enim ad illud obsequium tui plenos, & tanto afflati numine videmur nobis non posse delinquere. Enimvero eadem nobis agendi gratias quae tibi promerendi incumbit necessitas, & Gratitudo nostra, ut ut audacior, in hoc saltem erit innocens, quod à Liberalitate vestrâ suit tradux. Accepimus libros tuos & Tuos, geminos istos purioris Tuae Minervae Filios. O quam (ut ne quid amplius) satentur Patrem! Beatae, ad miraculum, Musae, quod intra Literarum declivia, cum Artium jugula moliatur Aetas, ipse emineas Scientiae Columen & Destina Veritatis. Libros dum legimus, legimus Vnum Duos. Quàm pulchrè patrissant Volumina! Quàm gemellos tuos Honores reserunt! Scilicet, Bilix est vestra Nobilitas, Literis & Stemmate intertexta. Helicon sanguinis tibi fuit in venis, non minor eruditionis quàm Nataliu [...] Claritas. Amplectimur igitur hos Fratres in unum, & parentem suum ut Vnum nobiles veneramur. Sed incassum gratias [Page] meditamur, quas magnitudo beneficii ita provacat, ut simul extinguat. Sic vidimus Solem ignem accendere, & fortiori radio sopire denuô.

Domine, Honori vestro quam Devotissimi.

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Ad Doctorem Newall.

Dignissime,

NEscimus enim quali compellemus nomine, quem maternus Collegii amor scribit Filium, misera mallet patronum, penes tuam erit benevolentiam, & Matrem agnoscere, & Clientem reddere: Bibliotheca & Sacellum precantur à Symbolis, & jugali quadam calamitate vestram attrahunt liberalitatem. O quam idoneum nactus es Argumentum, & doctum te prositeri & pium; nec in tuis ipsius virtutibus sistere, sed & nostrarum Artificem esse! Age igitur, Mecaenas unice, & ubi divinam tuam benefaciendi indolem (cui nulla Epistola habet parem Suadam) per legeris, nullus dubita quin usque erimus, qui sumus Munificentiae vestrae memores,

Magister & Socii Coll. D. I.

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Ad Magistrum Wandesforth.

QVin & nos admittis ad hoc gaudii convivium? Commendat epulas rivalis Stomachus, quas solitaria quadra reddit insipidas. Liceat nobis commensales esse faelicitatis tuae, & in communis Triumphi chorum accedere. Quorsum autem supplices eramus, quod jure nostro possumus exposcere? Ea gaudemus gratis quae non solliciti ambimus: ubi vero vota nuncupavimus; ubi sedulis precibus Candidati fuimus,, non immeritò victoriae laetitiam arrogamus. Namque nupera est haec voluptas nostra; diuest quod extispices egimus virtutum tuarum, & in illis meritis honores providimus secuturos. Nec dum clauduntur oculi: Mater Collegium usque agit Sibyllam; perge vaticinium fortunâ indies viridi comprobare; perge Johannensem Genium agnoscere; perge denique eò assurgere, ut Mater tua nequeat (quod Parentum erga Liberos conspicilla praestant) majori sub specie representare filium. Sed ne nimii, ubi satis mul [...]i non possumus; inter virtutes tuos & recentes honores perpetuas [Page] vovemus nundinas, qui serio tibi hoc novissimum decus gratulamur,

Magister & Socii Coll. D. I.

Vndecimo Calend. Feb. 1637.

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UBi aurita satis est filii pietas, ibi vel tacitae matris est loquax paupertas, ita alacris gratitudo non expectat preces, sed in alto silentio cognatae audit ejulatum miseriae. Collegium quod vestram lactavit adolescentiam, vestra vicissim desiderat ubera, & quem in sinu fovit juvenem, aetatis agnoscit baculum, & parentes Scipionem; Bis perimus dum Squallorem repetimus, & aliis cogimur facere notius, quod ipsi nescire malumus: primitiae doloris nostri Deo sunt debitae, eo scilicet angustiarum redigimur, ut Sacellum in Sacello quaeramus, nec inveniamus tamen: Quod aliis igitur praesidii contigit, ut aram occupent, Sacellum sibi interdictum dolet; nisi Elemosynas quas ipsum erogare solet ab aliis accipiat? Habemus capsulam, penes te est ut dicamus Bibliothecam. O Quantum hoc mane nostrum! tam Augusta domus, tam paucos inquilinos? Quam pulchrum esset araneas deturbare? Quam te dignum huic putamini congruum adaptare nucleum. Agat prout velit liberalitas vestra, quod pressius à nobis dictum fuit susiùs exponat, optimum [Page] enim ipse Oratorem ages, & simul tibi quam maxime dovincies:

Magistrum &c Socios Coll. D. I.

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Vinum est Poetarum Equus.

URbs Athenae cum fundaretur, Neptunus & Minerva litigarunt uter Civitatem haberet cognominem, pactum est ut qui majori beneficio humanum genus ditare posset, Vrbem nominaret; Neptumus Equum, Pallas olivam produxit, unde victrix Athenas nominavit. Quod si meo judicio stetisset lis, si Neptunus talis Equi, qualis est vinum Author suisset, dignus sanè qui matri Academiae dedisset nomen. Vinum Equus, à cujus ungula dulcior fons quam Hippocrene scaturiit. Equus, qui plures alas ingenio addit quam Pegasus ad volatile remigium accommodavit, qui labra proluit hoc fonte Caballino, non mirum si in proximo versu Ebrius in bicipiti somniavit Parnasso. Vinum Equus, sed qui sessorem suum saepe excutit, & ad terram affligit, qui tanquam ille Diomedis herum suum devorat, Pitissant poetastri & longa quasi arundine equitant, cum Ennius ipse pater, nunquam nisi potus ad arma prosiliit dicenda. Horatius toties equitavit, ac si vinum tanquam Bucephalus neminem praeter illum vectare debuisset. Denique ex hujus equi utero plures prodierunt Ingenii heroes quam ex Trojana, Vinum Equus, at Cervisia [Page] Musarum Mulus majori ex parte Asinus, vel si Equus Succussor potius quàm tolutarius, quam non citius nomino quin stupidus obmutesco. Sed tempus est ut Equus mens habenas audiat, huc usque Equo vestro paravi Ephippia, tenui stupa, ut vos conscenderetis: Vnicun [...] est quod singulos velim praemonitos, ea est hujus Equi ferocia, ut sobrium illud Phoebi Consilium sit maturum, Parce puer stimulis & fortiùs utere loris.

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Clievelandi Vindiciæ, or, Clieveland's genuine poems, orations, epistles, &c. purged from the many false and spurious ones which had usurped his name, and from innumerable errours and corruptions in the true copies : to which are added many never printed before, with an account of the author's life.Vindiciae

Cleveland, John, 1613-1658.

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1677

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A33433

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Wing C4671

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ESTC R1324

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12409767

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ocm 12409767

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61498

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— Clievelandi Vindiciæ, or, Clieveland's genuine poems, orations, epistles, &c. purged from the many false and spurious ones which had usurped his name, and from innumerable errours and corruptions in the true copies : to which are added many never printed before, with an account of the author's life., Vindiciae, Cleveland, John, 1613-1658..

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[22], 239 p., 1 leaf of plates : port.

Printed for Robert Harford ...,. London :: 1677.. (Published according to the author's own copies.) (Dedication signed: J.L.S.D.) (Reproduction of original in Huntington Library.)

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