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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
Is smoothi’d; and I turu'd amorous as May,
A vestall now, or tempt a queen to sin.
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
Would turne Diana to a burning stone;
Inestimable sack! thou mak'st us rich,
Wise, amorous, any thing: I have an itch
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,
Write my selfe suber, and fall to't agen.
Listen all, I pray,
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,
Mars, Bacchus, Apollo, virorum.
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,
Each wise one of the magi
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.
IN THE PRAISE OF SACK.
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
Do go into swine,
(Pythagoras, 'tis thine) Nam vos mutastis & illos.
ANSHER OF ALE TO THE CHALLEXGE When I've sack in my braine,
Come, all you brave wights,
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.
Sack makes men from words
And them that are fat maketh leane :
The hungry doth feed,
And, if there be need,
Spent spirits restoreth againe.
May safely be used
For purging, and killing of lice :
Not so much as the ashes
But heales cuts and slashes,
And that out of hand in a trice,
The poets of old
Many fables have told
Of the gods and their symposia ;
But Tobacco alone,
Had they known it, had gone
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:
From them both where ever they are.
For all their bravado,
That both their noses will wipe
Of the praises they desire,
Unlesse they conspire
To sing to the tune of his pipe.
Turpe est difficiles habere nugar
Is like both to win it, and weare it.
THE PRAISES OF A COUNTRY LIFE.
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,
And is not in the usurer's bands :
The poore as well as the wealthy ;
Both those that are sick and the healthy.
Tobacco more custome bath gained,
Of the times wherein they have reigned.
doth helpe to regaine,
Puts an end to much griefe and paine.
The gout, and ihe toothach, it easeth ;
He may safely take it that pleaseth.
That hurt the brain, and are heady i
As well as an after remedy.
Who (amongst these delights) would not forget But when that beauteous face Diana saw,
Her armes were pummed, and she could not draw,
She bent her bow, but loos'd it straight againe:
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,
Pbæbus so doted on this rosiat face,
When he did lie by faire Leucothoe's side,
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,
And I have heard that till this boy was born,
'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,
Till on a day when the great queen of love
Was by her white doves drawn from Heaven above,
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)
And therefore more the wanton boy to grace,
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,
To see the regions far beyond his own,
For he did love to washi his ivory skin.
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
The dew of justice which did seldom fall,
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
Without her doore he saw a porter sit,
Who us'd to search all those that entred in,
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