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Poetical miscellany [manuscript], ca. 1630.
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Poetical miscellany [manuscript], ca. 1630.
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Transcription:
18
Of wo=men
Beleiue thou not a woman when shee cryes,
For shee can pumpe up teares into her eyes,
And when she list to moue destroying pitty
Sing like a Syren a sweet Banefull ditty
To tempte she to her lure, until shee win
Thy soul to her, to envy by powerful sin,
Which way at first seemed sweete til we have beaten it
As the apple was to Eve til she had eaten it,
At last when thou hast tasted thy wished ioye
Then shal repentance deeme them al but loyal
They haue a thousand sleights deuises drifts
To make thee yeeld, lust neuer wanteth shifts
And when poore silly soul they haue deceaud thee
And of all happines quite bereaud thee
Then Thayle forsake thee oh the trick of women
How easily they can deceaue poore men
O demi=dincels which rob men of their blisse
And Judas like buy there soules for a kisse
And by that semi lechery are driven
To venture on ill steps, not th' way to heaven
Epitaph on Dr Johnson
Why should we feare to entertayne,
Death the releaser from al payne
Sith the most part of life is spent
In sorrowes, greife & discontent
Nay he that wel in enery apart
Knew what belongs to Pisick art
Confirm'd it [at] with his bloud as best
To welcom death & so to rest
19
Apollo's oath
When Phoebus first did Daphne loue
And could no way her fancy moue
He crau'd the cause, the cause qoth shee,
Ho, I vowed haue virginity ./
Then Phoebus raging swore & sayde & Saude
Past feefteen & none non should bee a mayde ./
If maydens then perchange are sped,
Ere they can scarcely dress theer head,
Yet pardon them, for they are loath,
To make Apollo breae his oath,
And better t'were a chitce were borne
Then that a God should be forsworne Sworne. ./
Yet silly they when all is done
Complayne our wits their hart haue wone ./
When tis for feare that thay should bee
With Daphne turn'd into a tree.
And who her selfe would so abuse.
To be a tree; id she cold chuse.
On his death who dyed for his parents unhulnd
I muse what sir knes struck him dead,
Some say the impostunce of the head,
Some this some that, & some another,
But in his minde it was his mother,
But thats a womans payne, nay rather
I think he dyed of the father,
Mother & father [dyed] soquid in one,
Did cause the ruine of the sonne
Of wo=men
Beleiue thou not a woman when shee cryes,
For shee can pumpe up teares into her eyes,
And when she list to moue destroying pitty
Sing like a Syren a sweet Banefull ditty
To tempte she to her lure, until shee win
Thy soul to her, to envy by powerful sin,
Which way at first seemed sweete til we have beaten it
As the apple was to Eve til she had eaten it,
At last when thou hast tasted thy wished ioye
Then shal repentance deeme them al but loyal
They haue a thousand sleights deuises drifts
To make thee yeeld, lust neuer wanteth shifts
And when poore silly soul they haue deceaud thee
And of all happines quite bereaud thee
Then Thayle forsake thee oh the trick of women
How easily they can deceaue poore men
O demi=dincels which rob men of their blisse
And Judas like buy there soules for a kisse
And by that semi lechery are driven
To venture on ill steps, not th' way to heaven
Epitaph on Dr Johnson
Why should we feare to entertayne,
Death the releaser from al payne
Sith the most part of life is spent
In sorrowes, greife & discontent
Nay he that wel in enery apart
Knew what belongs to Pisick art
Confirm'd it [at] with his bloud as best
To welcom death & so to rest
19
Apollo's oath
When Phoebus first did Daphne loue
And could no way her fancy moue
He crau'd the cause, the cause qoth shee,
Ho, I vowed haue virginity ./
Then Phoebus raging swore & sayde & Saude
Past feefteen & none non should bee a mayde ./
If maydens then perchange are sped,
Ere they can scarcely dress theer head,
Yet pardon them, for they are loath,
To make Apollo breae his oath,
And better t'were a chitce were borne
Then that a God should be forsworne Sworne. ./
Yet silly they when all is done
Complayne our wits their hart haue wone ./
When tis for feare that thay should bee
With Daphne turn'd into a tree.
And who her selfe would so abuse.
To be a tree; id she cold chuse.
On his death who dyed for his parents unhulnd
I muse what sir knes struck him dead,
Some say the impostunce of the head,
Some this some that, & some another,
But in his minde it was his mother,
But thats a womans payne, nay rather
I think he dyed of the father,
Mother & father [dyed] soquid in one,
Did cause the ruine of the sonne
transcribed_information
18
Of wo=men
Beleiue thou not a woman when shee cryes,
For shee can pumpe up teares into her eyes,
And when she list to moue destroying pitty
Sing like a Syren a sweet Banefull ditty
To tempte she to her lure, until shee win
Thy soul to her, to envy by powerful sin,
Which way at first seemed sweete til we have beaten it
As the apple was to Eve til she had eaten it,
At last when thou hast tasted thy wished ioye
Then shal repentance deeme them al but loyal
They haue a thousand sleights deuises drifts
To make thee yeeld, lust neuer wanteth shifts
And when poore silly soul they haue deceaud thee
And of all happines quite bereaud thee
Then Thayle forsake thee oh the trick of women
How easily they can deceaue poore men
O demi=dincels which rob men of their blisse
And Judas like buy there soules for a kisse
And by that semi lechery are driven
To venture on ill steps, not th' way to heaven
Epitaph on Dr Johnson
Why should we feare to entertayne,
Death the releaser from al payne
Sith the most part of life is spent
In sorrowes, greife & discontent
Nay he that wel in enery apart
Knew what belongs to Pisick art
Confirm'd it [at] with his bloud as best
To welcom death & so to rest
19
Apollo's oath
When Phoebus first did Daphne loue
And could no way her fancy moue
He crau'd the cause, the cause qoth shee,
Ho, I vowed haue virginity ./
Then Phoebus raging swore & sayde & Saude
Past feefteen & none non should bee a mayde ./
If maydens then perchange are sped,
Ere they can scarcely dress theer head,
Yet pardon them, for they are loath,
To make Apollo breae his oath,
And better t'were a chitce were borne
Then that a God should be forsworne Sworne. ./
Yet silly they when all is done
Complayne our wits their hart haue wone ./
When tis for feare that thay should bee
With Daphne turn'd into a tree.
And who her selfe would so abuse.
To be a tree; id she cold chuse.
On his death who dyed for his parents unhulnd
I muse what sir knes struck him dead,
Some say the impostunce of the head,
Some this some that, & some another,
But in his minde it was his mother,
But thats a womans payne, nay rather
I think he dyed of the father,
Mother & father [dyed] soquid in one,
Did cause the ruine of the sonne
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