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My head was ever drooping, and my nose

And do become the bench as well as he Offering to be a suiter to my toes;

That fied long since for want of honesty: My pock-l.ole face, they say, appeard to some

But I'le be judge no longer, though in jest, Just like a dry and burning honey-combe;

For fear | should be talk'd with, like the rest, My tongue did swim in ale, and joy'd to boast When I am sober. Who can choose but think It selfe a greater seaman than the toast;

Me wise, that am so wary in my drink? My mouth was grown awry, as if it were

Oh, admirable sack! here's dainty sport, Lab'ri.g to reach the whisper in mine eare; I am come back from Westminster to court, Ny guts were mines of sulphur, and my set And ai grown young againe ; iny ptisie now Of parched teeth struck fire as they met:

Hath left me, and my judge's graver brow
Nay, when I pist, my urine was so hot,

Is smoothi’d; and I turu'd amorous as May,
It burnt a hole quite through the chamber-pot: When she invites young lovers forth to play
Each brewer that I met I kiis'd, and made l'pon her flow'ry bosome : I could win
Suit to be bound apprentice to the trade:

A vestall now, or tempt a queen to sin.
One did approve the motion, when he saw', Oh, for a score of queens ! you'd laugh to see
That my own legs could my indentures draw. How they would strive which first should ravish me:
Well, sir, I grew starke mad, as you may see

Three goddesses were nothing: sack has tipt By this adrenture upon poetry.

My tongue with charmes like those which Paris-sipt You easily may guesse, I am not quite

From Venis, when she taught him how to kisse Grown sober yet, by these weak lines I write : Faire Hellen, and invite a fairer blisse: Onely I do't for this, to let you see,

Mine is Canary-rhetoric, that alone
Whos'ere paid for the ale, l'un sure't paid me.

Would turne Diana to a burning stone;
Stone with amazement, burning with love's fire,
Hard to the touch, but short in her desire.

Inestimable sack! thou mak'st us rich,

Wise, amorous, any thing: I have an itch
Fetch me Ben Johnson's scull, and fill't with sack, To t'other cup, and that perchance will make
Rich as the same he drank, when the whole pack Me valiant too, and quarrell for thy sake.
Of jolly sisters plexig'd, and did agree,

If I be once inflam'd against thy foes, It was no sin to be as drunk as he :

That would preach down thy worth in small-beere If there be any weaknesse in the wine,

I shall do miracles as bad, or worse, (prose, There's vertue in the cup to make't divine; As he that gave the king an hundred horse : This muddy drench of ale docs taste too much T'other odde cup, and I shall be prepar'd Of earth, the malt retaines a scurvy touch

To snatch at stars, and pluck dow: a reward Of the dull hand that sows it; and I feare With mine own hands from Jove upon their backs, There's heresie in hops ; give blockheads beere, That are, or Charles his enemies, or sack's: And silly ignoramus, such as think

Let it le full, if I do chance to spill There's powder-treason in all Spanish drink, Over my standish by the way, I will, Call sack an idoll: we will kisse the cup,

Dipping in this diviner inke my pen,
For feare the conventicle be blown up

Write my selfe suber, and fall to't agen.
With superstition : away with brew-house alms,
Whose best mirth is six shillings beere and qualms.
Let me rejoice in sprightly sack, that can
Create a braine even in an empty pan.

Canary! it's thou that dost inspire
And actuate the soule with heavenly fire.

Listen all, I pray,
Thou that sublim'st the genius-making wit,

To the words I hive to say, Scorne earth, and such as love or live by it.

In memory sure insert 'um : Thou mak'st us lords of regions large and faire,

Rich wines do us raise Whil'st our conceits build castles in the aire :

To the honour of bajes, Since fire, earth, aire, thus thy inferiours be, Quem non fecere disertum? Henceforth l’le know no element but thee.

of all the juice Thou precious elixar of all grapes,

Which the yols prolice, Welcome, by thee my Muse begins her scapes,

Sack shall be preferr'il before then; Such is the worth of sack; I am (me thinks)

'Tis sack that shall In the exchequer now: hark, how it chinks!

Create us all,
And do esteeme my venerable selfe
As brare a fellow, as if all the pelfc

Mars, Bacchus, Apollo, virorum.
Were sure mine own, and I have thought a way

We abandon all ale, Already how to spend it: I would pay

* And beere that is stale, No debts, but fairly empty every trunk,

Rosa-solis, and damnable hum : And change the gold for sack to keep me drunk;

But we will crack And so by consequence, till rich Spaine's wine

In the praise of sack, Being in my crown, the Indies too were mine :

'Gainst omne quod exit in um. And when my brains are once afoot, (Heaven bless

This is the wine,
I think my selfe a better man than Cræsus. (us!) Which, in former time,
And now I do conceit my selfe a judge,

Each wise one of the magi
And coughing, langli to see my clients trudge

Was wont to arouse After my lordship's coach unto the hall

In a frolick bouse, For justice, and am full of law withall,

Recubans sub tegmine fagi.



Let the hop be their bane,

Who ne'er failes to drink And a rope be their shame,

All cleare from the brink, Let the gout and cullick pine 'um,

With a smooth and even swallow, That offer to shrink,

I'le offer at his shrine, In taking their drink,

Aud call it divine, Seu Griecum, sive Latinum.

Et erit mihi magnos Apollo. Let the glasse go round,

He that drinks still, Let the quart-pot sound,

And never bath his fill, Let eacb one do as he's done to :

Hath a passage like a confluit, Avant, ye that hug

The sack doth inspire The abominable jug,

Io rapture and fire, Mongst us Heteroclita sunto.

Sic æther æthera fundit. There's no such disease,

When you merrily quaffe, As he that doth please

If any do off, His palate with boere for to shaine us :

And then from you needls will passe ye, "Tis sack makes us sing,

Give their nose a twitch, “ Hey down a down ding,

And kick them in the britch, Musa paulo majora canamus.

Nam componuntur ab asse. He is either mute,

I have told you plain, Or doth poorly dispute,

And tell you again, That drinks ought else but wine () :

Be he furious as Orlando, The more wide a man drinks,

He is an asse Like a subtle sphinx

That from hence doth passe, Tantum valet ille loquendo.

Nisi bibit ab ostia stando. 'Tis true, our soules,

By the lowsje bowles
Of beere that doth nought but swill us,

Do go into swine,

(Pythagoras, 'tis thine) Nam vos mutastis & illos.

ANSHER OF ALE TO THE CHALLEXGE When I've sack in my braine,

I'ın in a merry veine,
And this to me a blisse is :

Come, all you brave wights,
Him that is wise,

That are Jubbed ale-knights, I can justly despise:

Now set out yourselves in sight : Mecum confertur Ulisses.

And let them that crack How it cheares the brains,

In the praises of sack, How it warms the rains,

Know malt is of mickle might. How against all crosses it arms us!

Though sack they define How it makes him that's poore

To holy divine, Couragiously roare,

Yet it is but naturall liquor: Et mutatas dicere forinas,

Ale bath for its part

An addition of art, Give me the boy,

To make it drinke thinner or thicker. My delight and my joy,

Sack's fiery fume To my tantum that drinks his tale:

Doth waste and consume By sack that he waxes

Men's humidum radicale; lo our syntaxes,

It scaldeth their livers, Est verbum personale.

It breeds burning feavers, Art thou wrako o; lame,

Prores vinum venenum reale. Or thy witw iino blame?

Rut history gathers, Call for sa«k, and thon shalt have it,

From aged forefathers, "Twill make ihre rise,

That ale's the true liquor of life: And be very wise,

Men liv'd long in health, @ni vim natura negavit.

And preserved their wealth,

Whil'st barley-bro: b only was rife. We have frolic rounds,

sack quickly ascends, We have merry go downs,

And suddenly ends Yet nothing is done at raudome;

What company came for at first : For when we are to pay,

And that which yet worse is, We club and away,

It empties men's purses Id est commune notandum.

Before it balfe quencheth their thirst. The blades that want cash

Ale is not so costly, Have credit for crash,

Although that the most Iye They'll have sack, whatever it cost 'um;

Too long by the oyle of barley; They do not pay

Yet may they part late Till another day,

At a reasonable rate, Manet alta mente repostum.

Though they came in the morning early.


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Sack makes men from words

And them that are fat maketh leane :
Fall to drawing of swords,

The hungry doth feed,
And quarrelling endeth their quaffing ;

And, if there be need,
Whil'st dagger-ale barrels

Spent spirits restoreth againe.
Beare off many quarrels,

Tobacco infused
And often turne chiding to laughing.

May safely be used
Sack's drinke for our masters,

For purging, and killing of lice :
All may be ale-tasters;

Not so much as the ashes
Good things the more common the better.

But heales cuts and slashes,
Sack's but single broth :

And that out of hand in a trice,
Ale's meat, drink, and cloath,

The poets of old
Say they that know never a letter.

Many fables have told
But not to entangle

Of the gods and their symposia ;
Old friends till they wrangle,

But Tobacco alone,
And quarrell for other men's pleasure ;

Had they known it, had gone
Let Ale keep his place,

For their nectar and ambrosia, And let Sack have his grace,

It is not the smack so that neither exceed the due measure.

Of ale, or of sack,

That can with Tobacco compare:
For taste, and for smell,
It beares away the bell

From them both where ever they are.

For all their bravado,

That both their noses will wipe

Of the praises they desire,
Nay, soft, by your leaves,

Unlesse they conspire
Tobacco bereaves

To sing to the tune of his pipe.
You both of the garland : forbeare it ;

Turpe est difficiles habere nugar
You are two to one,
Yet Tobacco alone

Is like both to win it, and weare it.
Though many men crack,
Some of ale, some of sack,

And thinke they have reason to do it;

Happy is he, that from all businesse cleere, Tobacco hath more,

As the old race of mankind were, 'That will never give o're

With his own oxen tils his sire's left lands,
The honour they do unto it.

And is not in the usurer's bands :
Nor, souldier-like, started with new alarms,
Nor dreads the sea's inraged harms:
But fees the barre and courts, with the proud
And waiting chambers of great lords. (borde,
The poplar tall, he then doth marrying twine
With the grown issue of the vine ;
And with his hooke lops off the fruitlesse race,
And sets more happy in the place :
Or in the bending vale beholds a-farre
The lowing herds there grazing are :
Or the prest honey in pure pots doth keepe
Of earth, and sheares the tender sheepe:
Or when that Autumne thro' the fields lifts round
His head, with mellow apples crown'd,
How plucking peares, his own hand grafted had,
And purple-matching grapes, he's glad!
With which, Priapus, he may thanke thy hands,
And, Sylvane, thine that kept'st his lands!
Then now beneath some ancient oake he may
Now in the rooted grasse him lay,
Whilst from the higher bankes do slide the floods,
The soft birds quarrell in the woods,
The fountaines murmure as the streames do creep,
And all invite to easie sleep.
Then when the thund'ring Jove, his snow and
Are gathering by the wintry houres ; (showres
Or hence, or thence, he drives with many a hound
Wild bores into his toyles pitch'd round:
Or straipes on his small forke his subtill nete
For th' eating thrush, or pit-fals sets :
And snares the fearfull hare, and new.come crane,
And 'counts them sweet rewards no ta'ne,


Tobacco engages
Both sexes, all ages,

The poore as well as the wealthy ;
From the court to the cottage,
From childhood to dotage,

Both those that are sick and the healthy.
It plainly appeares
That in a few yeares

Tobacco more custome bath gained,
Than sack, or than ale,
Though they double the tale

Of the times wherein they have reigned.
And worthily too;
For what they undo,

doth helpe to regaine,
On fairer conditions
Than many physitions,

Puts an end to much griefe and paine.
It helpeth digestion,
Of that there's no question,

The gout, and ihe toothach, it easeth ;
Be it early, or late,
'Tis never out of date,

He may safely take it that pleaseth.
Tobacco prevents
Infection by sents,

That hurt the brain, and are heady i
An antidote is,
Before you're amisse,

As well as an after remedy.
The cold it doth beat,
Cooles them that do sweaty


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Who (amongst these delights) would not forget But when that beauteous face Diana saw,
Love's cares, so evill, and so great ?

Her armes were pummed, and she could not draw,
But if, to boot with these, a chaste wife meet Yet did she strive to shoot, but all in vaine,
For houshold aid, and children sweet;

She bent her bow, but loos'd it straight againe:
Such as the Sabine's, or a sun-burnt blowse, Then she began to chide her wanton eye,
Some lusty quick Apulian's spouse ;

And faine would shoot, but durst not see him dye: To deck the hallow'd harih with old wood fir'd She turn'd and shot, but did of purpose mis-e hit, Against the husband comes home tir'd;

She turo'd againe and could not choose but kisse That penning the glad flock in hurdles by

him; Their swelling udders doth draw dry :

Theu the boy ran : for some say had he staid,
And froin the sweet tub, wine of this yeare takes, Diana had no longer been a maid :
And unbought viands ready makes :

Pbæbus so doted on this rosiat face,
Not Lucrine oysters I could then more prize, That he hath oft stoln closly from his place,
Nor turbot, nor bright golden eyes;

When he did lie by faire Leucothoe's side,
If with bright fleuds, the winter troubled much, To dally with him in the vales of Ide.
Into our seas send any such :

And ever since this lovely boy did dye, 'Th' Ioniarrgod-wit, nor the Ginny hen,

Phæbus each day about the world Joth flye, Could not go down my belly then.

And on the earth he secks him all the day, More sweet than olives, that new gather'd be And every night he seeks him in the sea : From fattest branches of the tree:

His cheeks were sanguine, and his lips were red,
Or the herb sorrell, that loves meadows still, . As are the blushing leaves of the rose spread;
Or mallows loosing bodies ill :

And I have heard that till this boy was born,
Or at the feast of bounds, the lambe then slaine, Roses grew white upon the virgine thorn;
Or kid forc'd from the woolfe againe,

'Till one day walking to a pleasant spring, Among these cates how glad the sight doth come To heare how cunningly the birds could sing. of the fed focks approaching home!

Laying him down upon a lowry bed, To view the weary oxen draw, with bare

The roses blush't and turn'd themselves to red: And fainting necks, the turned share!

The rose that blush't not for bis great offence, The wealthy houshold swarme of bondmen met, The gods did punish, and for's impudence And 'bout the steeming chimuey set !

They gave this doome, and 'twas agreed by all, These thoughts when usurer Alphius, now about The smell of the white rose should be bat small. To turne more farmer, had spoke out

His haire was bushie, but it was not long, 'Gainst the Ides, his moneys he gets in with paine, The nymphs had done his tresses mighty wrong i At th' Calends puts all out againe.

For as it grew they pull'd away his haire,
And made habiliinents of gold to weare:
His eyes were Cupid's, for untill his birth
Cupid had eyes, and liv'd upon the Earth;

Till on a day when the great queen of love

Was by her white doves drawn from Heaven above,
Unto the top of the Idalian hill,

To see how well the nymphs her charge fulfil,

And whether they had done the goddesse right

In nursing of her sweet Hermaphrodite;

Whom when she saw, (althongh compleat and full)
Yet she complain'd his eyes were somewhat dall:

And therefore more the wanton boy to grace,
My wanton lines do treat of amorous love, She pull'd the sparkling eyes from Cupid's face,
Such as would bow the hearts of gods above. Faining a cause to take away his sight,
Thou, Venus. our great citheræan queene, Because the ape would sometimes shoot for spight:
That hourly trip'st on the Idalian greene; But Venus set those eyes in such a place,
Thou, laughing Erycina, daigne lo see

As grac'd those cleare eyes with a clearer face; These verbes wholly consecrate to thee:

For his white hand each goddesse did him wooe, Temper them so within thy Paphian shrine, For it was whiter than the driven snow; That every lover's eye may melt a line;

His leg was straighter than the thigh of Jove, Command the god of love, that little king, And he far fairer than the god of love. To give each verse a sleight touch with his wing; When first this well shap'd boy, beautie's chiefe That as I write, one line may draw the other,

king, And every word skip nimbly o're another,

Had seen the labour of the fifteenth spring, There was a lovely boy the nymphs had kept,

How curiously it painted all the earth,
That on th' Idalian mountaines oft hai slept, He 'gan to travell from bis place of birth,
Begot and born by pow'rs that dwelt above, Leaving the stately bils where he was nurst,
By learned Mercury on the queene of love. And where the nymphs bad brought him up at frst;
A face he had that shew'd his parents' fame, He lov'd to travell unto coasts unknown,
And from them both conjoynd he drew his name:

To see the regions far beyond his own,
So wondrous faire he was, that as they say) Seeking cleare watry springs to bath himn in,
Diana being hunting on a day,

For he did love to washi his ivory skin.
She saw the boy upon a green banke lay, bim, The lovely nymphs have oft times scen bim swim,
And there the virgin huntresse meant to slay hin; And closely stol'o his cloaths from off the brim,
Because no nimphs would now pursue the chace,

Because the wanton wenches would so faine For all were struck blind with the wanton's face. See him come nak'd to aske his cloaths agaide ;


He lor'd besides to see the Lician grounds, And from the pallace side there did distill
And know the wealthy Carians' utmost bounds. A little water through a little quill,
Using to travell thus, one day he found

The dew of justice which did seldom fall,
A christall brook that tril'd along the ground; And when it dropt, the drops were very small:
A brook that in reflection did surpasse

Glad was great love, when he beheld her tower, The cleare reflection of the clearest glasse ; Meaning a while to rest him in her bower; About the side there grew no foggy reeds,

And therefore sought to enter at her doore, Nor was the front compast with barren weeds, But there was such a busie rout before, But living turfe grew all along the side,

(Some serving-men, and some promooters be,) And grasse that ever fourish'd in his pride; That be could passe no foot without a fee: Within this brook a beautious nymph did dwell, But as he goes he reaches out his hands, Who for her comely feature did excel;

And paies each one in order as he stands, So faire she was, of such a pleasing grace, And still as he was paying those before, So straight a body, and so sweet a face,

Some slipt again betwixt him and the doore: So soft a belly, such a lusty thigh,

At length (with much adoe) he past them all, So large a forehead, such a cristall eye,

And entring straight into a spatious hall, So soft and moist a hand, so smooth a brest; Full of darke angles and of hidden waies, So faire a cheek, so well in all the rest:

Crooked meanders, infinite delaies, That Jupiter would revell in her bower

All which delajes and entries he must passe
Were he to spend again lois golden shower. E're he could come where just Astræa was:
Her teeth tére whiter than the morning-milk, All these being past by bis immortall wit,
Her lips were softer than the softest silk,

Without her doore he saw a porter sit,
Her haire as far surpast the burnislı'd gold, An aged man that long time there had been,
As silver doth excell the bascst mold;

Who us'd to search all those that entred in,
Jore courted her for her translucent eye,

And still to every one he gave this curse, And told her he would place her in the skje ; None 'must see justice but with empty purse. Promising her, if she would be his love,

This man searcht love for his own private gaine, He would ingrave her in the Heavens above: To have the money which did yet remaine, Telling this lovely nymph, that if he would, Which was but small, for much was spent before He could deceive her in a shower of gold;

On the tumultuous rout that kept the doore; Or like a swan come to her naked bed,

When he had done he brought him to the place And so deceive her of her maidenhead,

Where he might see divine Astræa's face, But get because he thought that pleasure best There the great king of gods and inen in went, Where each consenting joines each loving brest, And saw his daughter Venus there lament, He would put off that all commanding crowne, And crying loud for justice, whom Jove found Whose terrour stroke th' aspiring giants down; Kneeling before Astræa on the ground, That glittring crown whose radiant sight did tosse And still she cried and begg'd for a just doome Great Pelion from the top of mighty Osse, Against black Vulcan, that unseemely groome, He would depose from his world-swaying head, Whom she had chosen for her only love, To tast the amorous pleasure of her bed;

Though she was daughter to great thundring Jove; This added, he besides the more to grace her, And though the fairest goddesse, yet content' Like a bright star he would in Heaven's vault place To marry him though weake and impotent; her.

But for all this they alwaies were at strife, By this the proud lascivious nymph was mov'd, For evermore he rail'd at her his wife, Perceiving that by great love she was lov'd: Telling her still “thou art no wife of mine, And hoping as a star she should e're long

Another's strumpet, Mars his concubine.” Be stern or gracious to the sea-man's song, By this Astræa spy'd almighty love, (For mortals still are subiect to the eye,

And bow'd her finger to the queene of love, And what it sees they strive to get as high) To cease her suit which she would heare anon, She was contented that almighty love

When the great king of all the world was gone; Should have the first and best fruits of her love; Then she descended from her stately throne, For wonen may be likned to the yeare,

Which seat was builded all of jasper stone, Whose first fruits still do make the daintiest And o're the seat was painted all above cheare.

The wanton unseene stealths of amorous Jove. But yet Astræa first should plight her troath, There might a man behold the naked pride For the performance of love's sacred oath;

Of lovely Venus in the vale of Ide, Just times, decline, and all good daies are dead, When Pallas and Jove's beauteous wife and she When heavenly oaths bad need be warranted. Strove for the prise of beautie's rarity, This heard great Iupiter and lik'd it well,

And there lame Vulcan and his Cyclops strove And bastily he seeks Astræa's cell,

To make the thunderbolt for mighty Jove ; About the massie Carth searching her tower; Froin this same stately throne she down descended, But she bad long since left this earthly lower, And said the griefes of Jove should be amended, And flew to Heaven above, loathing to see

Asking the king of gods what lucklesse cause, The sinfull actions of humanity :

What great contempt of state, what breach of laws, Which when love did perceive, he left the Earth, (For sure she thought some unconth cause befell And jew.up to the place of his own birth; That made him visite poore Astræa's cell) The burving heavenly throne, where he did spy Troubled his thoughts, and if she might decide it, Astrea's pallace in the glittring sky.

Who vext great Jore full dearly should abide it: This stately tower was builded up on high,

Jove only tbank'd her, and began to show Par from the reach of any mortall eye;

His cause of coming, (for each one doth know

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