Bull, beare, and horse, cut, curtaile, and longtaile. VVith tales, and tales of buls, clenches, and flashes. As also here and there a touch of our beare-garden-sport; with the second part of the merry conceits of wit and mirth. Together with the names of all the bulls and beares
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             Bull, beare, and horse, cut, curtaile, and longtaile. VVith tales, and tales of buls, clenches, and flashes. As also here and there a touch of our beare-garden-sport; with the second part of the merry conceits of wit and mirth. Together with the names of all the bulls and beares
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               Bull
               ,
               Beare
               ,
               and
               Horse
               ,
               Cut
               ,
               Curtaile
               ,
               and
               Longtaile
               .
            
             
               VVith
               Tales
               ,
               and
               Tales
               of
               Buls
               ,
               Clenches
               ,
               and
               Flashes
               .
            
             
               Is
               also
               here
               and
               there
               a
               touch
               of
               our
               Beare-Garden-sport
               ;
               with
               the
               second
               part
               of
               the
               Merry
               conceits
               of
               Wit
               and
               Mirth
               .
            
             
               Together
               with
               the
               Names
               of
               all
               the
               Bulls
               and
               Beares
               .
            
             
               LONDON
               ,
               Printed
               by
               
                 M.
                 Parsons
              
               ,
               for
               
                 Henry
                 Gosson
              
               ,
               and
               are
               to
               be
               sold
               at
               his
               shop
               on
               London
               Bridge
               .
               1638.
               
            
          
           
             
             
             
               This
               Dedication
               is
               directed
               ,
               to
               his
               well-Affected
               and
               much
               Respected
               ,
               his
               often
               Approved
               ,
               and
               truly
               beloved
               ,
               Mr.
               
                 Thomas
                 Godfrey
              
               ,
               Keeper
               of
               the
               Game
               for
               Beares
               ,
               Bulls
               ,
               and
               Dogges
               .
            
             
               KInd
               friend
               ,
               I
               am
               sure
               you
               can
               defend
               me
               from
               being
               bitten
               with
               your
               Beares
               ,
               though
               not
               from
               being
               back-bitten
               by
               Envie
               ;
               you
               can
               stave
               me
               ,
               and
               save
               me
               ,
               from
               the
               Goring
               of
               your
               Bulls
               ,
               but
               there
               are
               too
               many
               heards
               of
               other
               Horned
               Beasts
               to
               But
               at
               my
               Inventions
               ,
               and
               tosse
               my
               harmlesse
               
               meaning
               ,
               as
               their
               empty
               Iudgements
               ,
               and
               Witlesse
               fancies
               are
               enclin'd
               ;
               howsoever
               I
               am
               resolv'd
               to
               love
               you
               ,
               and
               not
               to
               Respect
               them
               I
               am
               glad
               that
               you
               can
               say
               that
               an
               excessive
               time
               of
               charge
               is
               past
               with
               you
               ,
               and
               I
               hope
               for
               better
               dayes
               and
               times
               .
               I
               have
               touched
               here
               and
               there
               merrily
               upon
               the
               Game
               ,
               but
               so
               farre
               from
               offence
               ,
               that
               I
               doe
               expect
               that
               it
               will
               be
               pleasing
               both
               to
               the
               Wise
               ,
               and
               to
               the
               Indifferent
               Readers
               .
               And
               mee
               thinkes
               very
               fools
               should
               not
               be
               angry
               with
               it
               ,
               for
               I
               have
               thrust
               in
               a
               great
               many
               Bables
               to
               please
               them
               to
               If
               any
               thing
               doe
               seeme
               distastefull
               in
               it
               ,
               my
               Comfort
               is
               ,
               that
               a
               Wise
               man
               will
               not
               set
               his
               Wit
               to
               mine
               ,
               and
               be
               offended
               but
               if
               a
               Foole
               be
               angry
               ,
               then
               I
               will
               
               not
               set
               my
               Wit
               to
               his
               ,
               and
               take
               exceptions
               .
               And
               thus
               with
               my
               best
               wishes
               to
               you
               and
               yours
               ,
               I
               remaine
               a
               poore
               friend
               to
               you
               and
               yours
               ,
            
             
               
                 Iohn
                 Taylor
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
           
             
             
             
               Bull
               ,
               Beare
               ,
               and
               Horse
               ,
               Cuts
               ,
               Curtols
               ,
               and
               Longtailes
               .
            
             
               
                 COncerning
                 Buls
                 ,
                 sure
                 no
                 man
                 is
                 so
                 Dull
                 ,
              
               
                 Orignorant
                 but
                 that
                 he
                 knowes
                 a
                 Bull
                 :
              
               
                 There
                 are
                 more
                 sorts
                 of
                 Bulls
                 then
                 Beares
                 by
                 ods
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 lupiter
                 ,
                 (
                 the
                 chiefe
                 of
                 Heathen
                 gods
                 )
              
               
                 Into
                 a
                 Bull
                 ,
                 was
                 pleas'd
                 himselfe
                 to
                 Shape
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 on
                 Europa
                 he
                 committed
                 Rape
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 to
                 a
                 Bull
                 ,
                 he
                 turn'd
                 his
                 forme
                 divine
              
               
                 When
                 he
                 (
                 on
                 Ceres
                 )
                 got
                 faire
                 Proserpine
                 .
              
               
                 Taurus
                 (
                 the
                 Bull
                 )
                 is
                 if
                 you
                 wisely
                 Note
              
               
                 A
                 Signe
                 Caelestiall
                 for
                 the
                 Necke
                 and
                 Throat
                 ,
              
               
                 If
                 any
                 doubt
                 of
                 it
                 ,
                 let
                 them
                 but
                 go
              
               
                 And
                 buy
                 an
                 Almanacke
                 ,
                 hee
                 'le
                 finde
                 it
                 so
                 .
              
               
                 Pasipha
                 Queene
                 of
                 Creet
                 ,
                 (
                 a
                 Royall
                 Trull
                 )
              
               
                 Was
                 monstrously
                 enamour'd
                 of
                 a
                 Bull
                 :
              
               
                 'Twixt
                 whom
                 the
                 Monster
                 Minotaure
                 was
                 got
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 in
                 th
                 eighth
                 Booke
                 of
                 Ovid
                 it
                 was
                 wrot
                 .
              
               
               
                 But
                 sure
                 the
                 stories
                 truth
                 is
                 better
                 fram'd
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 sayes
                 there
                 was
                 a
                 man
                 there
                 (
                 Taurus
                 nam'd
                 )
              
               
                 Who
                 was
                 beloved
                 of
                 the
                 lustfull
                 Queene
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 had
                 with
                 her
                 too
                 oft
                 familiar
                 beene
                 .
              
               
                 'T
                 is
                 said
                 
                   Semir
                   amis
                
                 (
                 King
                 Ninus
                 Mother
                 )
              
               
                 Did
                 love
                 a
                 Bull
                 ,
                 which
                 is
                 as
                 true
                 as
                 'tother
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 as
                 Just
                 Minos
                 ,
                 (
                 Creets
                 victorious
                 King
                 )
              
               
                 The
                 Megarans
                 did
                 to
                 's
                 subjection
                 bring
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 which
                 to
                 Iove
                 a
                 feast
                 he
                 solemniz'd
                 ,
              
               
                 Wherein
                 a
                 hundred
                 Buls
                 were
                 sacrific'd
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Brazen
                 Bull
                 of
                 Ph●…llaris
                 the
                 Tyrant
                 ,
              
               
                 Was
                 such
                 a
                 Beast
                 ,
                 as
                 made
                 the
                 World
                 admire
                 on
                 't
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 which
                 men
                 Roasted
                 ,
                 were
                 to
                 death
                 Tormented
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 he
                 first
                 suffred
                 in
                 't
                 that
                 it
                 Invented
                 .
              
               
                 There
                 dwels
                 a
                 man
                 at
                 Rome
                 ,
                 that
                 Buls
                 can
                 make
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 make
                 seduced
                 Kings
                 ,
                 and
                 Kingdomes
                 Quake
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 Buls
                 (
                 though
                 Lead
                 )
                 (
                 O
                 wondrous
                 to
                 behold
              
               
                 Are
                 quickly
                 Metamorphos'd
                 into
                 Gold.
              
               
                 There
                 's
                 the
                 Philosophers
                 Admired
                 Jemme
                 ,
              
               
                 (
                 That
                 long
                 sought
                 Jewell
                 ,
                 worth
                 a
                 Diademe
                 )
              
               
                 That
                 hard
                 ,
                 hard
                 stone
                 ,
                 which
                 many
                 men
                 have
                 sought
              
               
                 And
                 all
                 they
                 found
                 ,
                 they
                 found
                 themselves
                 worth
                 nought
                 ;
              
               
                 The
                 Castle
                 Angello
                 ,
                 doth
                 it
                 Immure
              
               
                 And
                 there
                 turnes
                 drossy
                 Lead
                 ,
                 to
                 Gold
                 most
                 pure
                 .
              
               
                 There
                 are
                 Bulbeggers
                 ,
                 which
                 fright
                 Children
                 much
                 ,
              
               
                 There
                 are
                 Bull
                 Taverns
                 ,
                 that
                 mens
                 Wits
                 will
                 tutch
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 further
                 (
                 for
                 the
                 Buls
                 Renowne
                 and
                 fame
                 )
              
               
                 We
                 had
                 an
                 ex'lent
                 Hangman
                 of
                 that
                 name
                 .
              
               
               
                 Suppose
                 a
                 man
                 's
                 match'd
                 with
                 a
                 beauteous
                 Wife
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 with
                 an
                 ugly
                 Dwarfe
                 defiles
                 her
                 life
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 please
                 her
                 husband
                 ,
                 she
                 can
                 fiddle
                 ,
                 faddle
                 ,
              
               
                 Whilst
                 oftentimes
                 a
                 Monkey
                 fits
                 his
                 Saddle
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 man
                 may
                 say
                 ,
                 that
                 he
                 most
                 basely
                 is
              
               
                 Bull'd
                 with
                 an
                 Vrchin
                 ,
                 through
                 his
                 Wifes
                 Amisse
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 now
                 of
                 late
                 a
                 Bull
                 's
                 a
                 Common
                 Creature
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 men
                 (
                 with
                 nonsence
                 )
                 do
                 speak
                 Bull
                 's
                 by
                 Nature
                 ,
              
               
                 From
                 East
                 to
                 West
                 ,
                 from
                 North
                 unto
                 the
                 South
                 ,
              
               
                 Bull
                 's
                 are
                 produc'd
                 each
                 houre
                 ,
                 by
                 Word
                 of
                 Mouth
                 .
              
               
                 Which
                 every
                 day
                 are
                 brought
                 unto
                 the
                 Printer
                 ,
              
               
                 Faster
                 then
                 
                   Mother
                   Puddings
                   made
                   her
                   Winter
                
                 .
              
               
                 To
                 the
                 decay
                 of
                 many
                 a
                 Tallow
                 Taper
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 the
                 consuming
                 many
                 a
                 Reame
                 of
                 Paper
                 ,
              
               
                 
                   Soft
                   Mault
                   doth
                   make
                   sweet
                   Fire
                   ,
                
                 the
                 Proverb
                 sayes
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 else
                 the
                 Bull
                 sayes
                 so
                 ,
                 you
                 see
                 which
                 wayes
                 .
              
               
                 If
                 men
                 would
                 use
                 to
                 
                   Leape
                   before
                   they
                   Looke
                
                 ,
              
               
                 Bulls
                 should
                 not
                 thus
                 be
                 thrust
                 in
                 many
                 a
                 Booke
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 though
                 
                   Care
                   may
                   be
                   Kill'd
                   with
                   any
                   Cat
                   ,
                
              
               
                 You
                 are
                 not
                 sure
                 
                   the
                   Fire
                   is
                   in
                   the
                   Fat
                   ,
                
              
               
                 
                   Fooles
                   faine
                
                 (
                 say
                 they
                 )
                 
                   do
                   often
                   make
                   faire
                   Words
                
                 ,
              
               
                 Yet
                 
                   some
                   may
                   Catch
                   the
                   Bush
                   some
                   beat
                   the
                   Birds
                   .
                
              
               
                 But
                 
                   Better
                   comes
                   the
                   seldome
                
                 ,
                 I
                 desire
              
               
                 For
                 
                   My
                   Kill
                   set
                   the
                   Peck
                   of
                   Mault
                   on
                   fire
                   .
                
              
               
                 This
                 any
                 man
                 may
                 to
                 him selfe
                 apply
              
               
                 That
                 
                   When
                   the
                   Larks
                   fall
                   ,
                   we
                   may
                   catch
                   the
                   skie
                   .
                
              
               
                 But
                 if
                 my
                 Judgement
                 do
                 me
                 not
                 deceive
              
               
                 I
                 do
                 esteeme
                 it
                 
                   better
                   lacke
                   then
                   leave
                
                 .
              
               
               
                 Though
                 Brawne
                 and
                 Bacon
                 breeds
                 from
                 Bores
                 and
                 Hoggs
                 ,
              
               
                 Yet
                 
                   hungry
                   Puddings
                   Will
                   eat
                   dirty
                   Doggs
                   .
                
              
               
                 And
                 sure
                 a
                 man
                 had
                 better
                 bide
                 away
                 ,
              
               
                 Then
                 come
                 to
                 late
                 ,
                 
                   A
                   Faire
                   after
                   the
                   Day
                
                 .
              
               
                 If
                 such
                 a
                 one
                 speed
                 well
                 ,
                 it
                 is
                 as
                 rare
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 t
                 is
                 
                   To
                   catch
                   a
                   Taber
                   with
                   a
                   Hare
                   .
                
              
               
                 Which
                 is
                 as
                 certaine
                 as
                 blind
                 Fortunes
                 Wheele
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 hold
                 fast
                 
                   Like
                   a
                   wet
                   Taile
                   by
                   the
                   Eele
                   .
                
              
               
                 Let
                 every
                 man
                 a
                 true
                 decorum
                 keepe
                 ,
              
               
                 Because
                 t
                 is
                 ill
                 ,
                 
                   A
                   waking
                   Dogge
                   to
                   sleepe
                
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 t
                 is
                 a
                 Proverb
                 throughout
                 Christendome
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 never
                 
                   One
                   day
                   was
                   not
                   built
                   in
                   Rome
                   .
                
              
               
                 If
                 great
                 men
                 give
                 me
                 nothing
                 ,
                 I
                 say
                 plaine
                 ,
              
               
                 I
                 le
                 hurle
                 as
                 much
                 as
                 that
                 at
                 them
                 againe
                 .
              
               
                 
                   He
                   that
                   stickes
                   downe
                   a
                   Goose
                   ,
                   and
                   steales
                   a
                   Feather
                   ,
                
              
               
                 Doth
                 (
                 by
                 that
                 match
                 )
                 not
                 save
                 ,
                 or
                 profit
                 neither
                 .
              
               
                 
                   Along
                   Corne
                   for
                   short
                   harvest
                   men
                   may
                   see
                   ,
                
              
               
                 Like
                 tedious
                 woeing
                 for
                 a
                 scornefull
                 shee
                 .
              
               
                 T
                 is
                 folly
                 for
                 a
                 man
                 to
                 fall
                 at
                 strife
              
               
                 With
                 Women
                 ,
                 who
                 
                   hath
                   nine
                   Cats
                   like
                   a
                   life
                
                 ;
              
               
                 
                   For
                   when
                   the
                   Gray-Horse
                   is
                   the
                   better
                   Mare
                   ,
                
              
               
                 
                   A
                   Blinde
                   man
                   may
                   be
                   taken
                   with
                   a
                   Hare
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Spet
                   in
                   your
                   hold
                   ,
                   take
                   better
                   hands
                
                 I
                 say
                 ,
              
               
                 
                   We
                   may
                   be
                   heere
                   to
                   Morrow
                   ,
                   and
                   gone
                   to
                   day
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   The
                   man
                   that
                   angrie
                   is
                   without
                   amends
                   ,
                
              
               
                 T
                 is
                 fit
                 (
                 
                   without
                   a
                   canse
                   he
                   be
                   made
                   friends
                   :
                
                 )
              
               
                 For
                 though
                 men
                 know
                 their
                 Cattel
                 by
                 their
                 marks
              
               
                 
                   The
                   greatest
                   men
                   are
                   not
                   the
                   wisest
                   Clarkes
                   .
                
              
               
               
                 I
                 purpose
                 no
                 mans
                 credit
                 to
                 defame
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 
                   He
                   that
                   is
                   balfe
                   hang'd
                   ,
                   bath
                   no
                   good
                   name
                   .
                
              
               
                 Though
                 all
                 these
                 Rimes
                 are
                 scarcely
                 worth
                 a
                 Token
              
               
                 
                   The
                   Water
                   to
                   the
                   Pott
                   goes
                   till
                   t
                   is
                   broken
                   .
                
              
               
                 Who
                 cuts
                 their
                 fingers
                 must
                 abide
                 them
                 bleed
                 .
              
               
                 
                   And
                   when
                   Geese
                   preach
                   ,
                   then
                   let
                   thr
                   Fox
                   take
                   heede
                   .
                
              
               
                 T
                 is
                 hard
                 to
                 make
                 me
                 thinke
                 ,
                 or
                 late
                 ,
                 or
                 soone
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 ever
                 
                   Greene
                   Cheese
                   was
                   made
                   of
                   the
                   Moone
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Nor
                   is
                   it
                   fit
                
                 (
                 as
                 I
                 doe
                 understand
                 )
              
               
                 
                   To
                   put
                   a
                   mad
                   Sword
                   in
                   a
                   nak'd
                   mans
                   hand
                   .
                
              
               
                 A
                 man
                 may
                 be
                 a
                 Drunkard
                 or
                 a
                 Leacher
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 yet
                 
                   mend
                   as
                   the
                   Bolt
                   doth
                   mend
                   the
                   Fletcher
                   .
                
              
               
                 Or
                 
                   as
                   the
                   sowre
                   Ale
                   mends
                   the
                   Sommer
                   ,
                
                 so
              
               
                 A
                 man
                 (
                 mistooke
                 )
                 may
                 make
                 his
                 friend
                 ,
                 his
                 foe
                 .
              
               
                 For
                 all
                 this
                 ,
                 't
                 is
                 not
                 fitting
                 to
                 be
                 book'd
                 ,
              
               
                 How
                 once
                 olde
                 
                   Lincolne
                   ore
                   the
                   Devill
                   look'd
                
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Ancient
                 Proverb
                 still
                 doth
                 stand
                 in
                 force
                 ,
              
               
                 
                   Some
                   better
                   may
                   looke
                   one
                   then
                   steale
                   a
                   Horse
                   .
                
              
               
                 It
                 may
                 be
                 some
                 will
                 not
                 these
                 lines
                 allow
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 then
                 
                   they
                   take
                   a
                   wrong
                   Eare
                   by
                   the
                   Sow
                   .
                
              
               
                 T
                 was
                 never
                 yet
                 a
                 question
                 in
                 the
                 Law
                 ,
              
               
                 
                   To
                   stumble
                   at
                   a
                   Blocke
                   ,
                   leape
                   ore
                   a
                   straw
                   .
                
              
               
                 But
                 any
                 man
                 of
                 simple
                 wit
                 may
                 finde
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 
                   all
                   this
                   Corne
                   hath
                   shaken
                   downe
                   no
                   Winde
                   .
                
              
               
                 He
                 that
                 will
                 wrangle
                 for
                 an
                 Egge
                 that
                 's
                 Addle
                 ,
              
               
                 
                   Although
                   he
                   lose
                   the
                   Horse
                   ,
                   may
                   winne
                   the
                   Saddle
                   .
                
              
               
                 And
                 thus
                 my
                 Muse
                 ,
                 most
                 lowly
                 elevated
                 ,
              
               
                 These
                 English
                 Proverbs
                 hath
                 to
                 Bulls
                 tranflated
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 More
                 worthy
                 ,
                 and
                 Remarkeable
                 observations
                 of
                 the
                 Bull.
                 
              
               
                 
                   AS
                   is
                   before
                   Repeated
                   in
                   my
                   lines
                   ,
                
                 
                   Taurus
                   (
                   the
                   Bull
                   )
                   '
                   mongst
                   the
                   Celestial
                   Signes
                   ;
                
                 
                   So
                   Taurus
                   is
                   a
                   Mountaine
                   ,
                   whose
                   high
                   Top
                
                 
                   Doth
                   seeme
                   to
                   scale
                   the
                   Skies
                   ,
                   and
                   underprop
                
                 
                   The
                   Bull
                   that
                   's
                   stellified
                   ;
                   That
                   Hill
                   doth
                   Bound
                
                 
                   All
                   Asia
                   on
                   the
                   North
                   ,
                   about
                   it
                   round
                
                 
                   Is
                   many
                   a
                   Kingdome
                   and
                   large
                   Continent
                   ,
                
                 
                   Which
                   shewes
                   the
                   Bull
                   is
                   mighty
                   in
                   extent
                   .
                
                 
                   A
                   Bull
                   's
                   a
                   Beast
                   of
                   State
                   and
                   Reputation
                   ,
                
                 
                   For
                   he
                   that
                   eats
                   Bull
                   Beefe
                   ,
                   (
                   by
                   approbation
                   )
                
                 
                   With
                   eating
                   such
                   strong
                   meate
                   ,
                   I
                   do
                   assure
                   ye
                
                 
                   'T
                   will
                   puffe
                   him
                   up
                   ,
                   and
                   make
                   him
                   swell
                   with
                   fury
                   .
                
                 
                   If
                   any
                   man
                   will
                   but
                   himselfe
                   examine
                   ,
                
                 
                   Hee
                   le
                   find
                   a
                   Bull
                   ,
                   a
                   Buckler
                   against
                   famine
                   ,
                
                 
                   A
                   Bull
                   's
                   a
                   happy
                   Creature
                   ,
                   whence
                   proceeds
                
                 
                   Most
                   of
                   the
                   food
                   ,
                   whereon
                   most
                   people
                   feeds
                   :
                
                 
                   He
                   ,
                   and
                   his
                   sweet
                   hearts
                   (
                   most
                   beloved
                   Kine
                   )
                
                 
                   Yeelds
                   thousands
                   where
                   with
                   all
                   to
                   suppe
                   and
                   dine
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   Calves
                   ,
                   (
                   his
                   sonnes
                   and
                   daughters
                   )
                   plenteously
                
                 
                   With
                   young
                   and
                   tender
                   Veale
                   ,
                   our
                   wants
                   supply
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   from
                   the
                   
                     Bull'd
                     Cow
                  
                   ,
                   (
                   in
                   perpetuall
                   motion
                   )
                
                 
                   Milke
                   flowes
                   amongst
                   us
                   daily
                   like
                   a
                   Ocean
                   ,
                
                 
                   Sweet
                   Creame
                   ,
                   and
                   Cockney
                   Curds
                   they
                   yeeld
                   each
                   day
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   (
                   for
                   the
                   poor
                   )
                   
                     Whig
                     ,
                     Buttermilk
                  
                   and
                   Whay
                   ,
                
                 
                 
                   Cheese
                   Raw
                   ,
                   or
                   Toasted
                   ,
                   or
                   to
                   Bait
                   Mouse-traps
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   Butter
                   ,
                   to
                   annoint
                   the
                   Flemmings
                   Chaps
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   Milk-Pans
                   do
                   allow
                   ,
                   like
                   bounteous
                   Pooles
                   ,
                
                 
                   Meanes
                   to
                   make
                   
                     Cheese-cakes
                     ,
                     Custards
                     ,
                     Flawns
                  
                   ,
                   and
                   Fools
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   at
                   the
                   Milk-pale
                   ,
                   I
                   have
                   seene
                   and
                   heard
                
                 
                   Good
                   Sullabubs
                   ,
                   have
                   been
                   both
                   made
                   and
                   mard
                   .
                
                 
                   It
                   is
                   the
                   Bull
                   's
                   Conjunction
                   with
                   the
                   Cow
                
                 
                   (
                   With
                   blest
                   encrease
                   )
                   that
                   doth
                   these
                   things
                   allow
                   .
                
                 
                   Without
                   the
                   Bull
                   we
                   should
                   be
                   so
                   unstor'd
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   Kingdome
                   could
                   not
                   yeeld
                   a
                   Posset
                   Curd
                   .
                
                 
                   Know
                   then
                   by
                   this
                   (
                   good
                   Reader
                   )
                   what
                   a
                   Bull
                   is
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   he
                   that
                   will
                   not
                   know
                   it
                   ,
                   but
                   a
                   Gull
                   is
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   One
                   (
                   the
                   Buls
                   strong
                   Eunuch
                   son
                   )
                   is
                   Chiefe
                
                 
                   Of
                   Mortall
                   meats
                   ,
                   (
                   man-feeding
                   vigorous
                   Beefe
                   )
                
                 
                   And
                   who
                   so
                   will
                   amongst
                   the
                   Butchers
                   seeke
                
                 
                   In
                   London
                   ,
                   and
                   in
                   Westminster
                   each
                   weeke
                   ,
                
                 
                   With
                   those
                   two
                   Cities
                   Bounds
                   ,
                   and
                   Liberties
                   ,
                
                 
                   With
                   Countrey
                   Butchers
                   ,
                   and
                   the
                   great
                   supplies
                
                 
                   That
                   Market
                   folkes
                   do
                   to
                   those
                   parts
                   Impart
                
                 
                   (
                   The
                   Load
                   of
                   many
                   a
                   Horse
                   ,
                   and
                   many
                   a
                   Cart
                   )
                
                 
                   The
                   Beeves
                   thus
                   slaine
                   ,
                   and
                   eaten
                   would
                   appeare
                
                 
                   Above
                   3000
                   ,
                   each
                   weeke
                   through
                   the
                   yeere
                   .
                
                 
                   Chines
                   ,
                   Surloyns
                   ,
                   Flanks
                   ,
                   Clods
                   ,
                   Legs
                   ,
                   doth
                   fill
                   us
                   full
                   ,
                
                 
                   Brisket
                   and
                   Marrow-bones
                   comes
                   from
                   the
                   Bull
                   ;
                
                 
                   A
                   Neats-tongue
                   dri'd
                   is
                   deere
                   ,
                   a
                   Dish
                   of
                   State
                   ,
                
                 
                   At
                   Stilliard
                   any
                   man
                   may
                   know
                   the
                   Rate
                   .
                   *
                
                 
                 
                   With
                   many
                   more
                   things
                   which
                   I
                   le
                   not
                   Recite
                   ,
                
                 
                   'T
                   would
                   trouble
                   men
                   to
                   Read
                   ,
                   and
                   I
                   to
                   write
                   .
                
                 
                   Thus
                   do
                   the
                   Butchers
                   Thriue
                   ,
                   the
                   Grasiers
                   Gaine
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   Cooks
                   and
                   Victualers
                   ,
                   do
                   their
                   states
                   maintain
                   ,
                
                 
                   Sowse-wives
                   grow
                   plump
                   and
                   fat
                   ,
                   and
                   't
                   is
                   because
                
                 
                   Their
                   sale
                   is
                   quicke
                   for
                   Muggets
                   Paunches
                   ,
                   Mawes
                   ,
                
                 
                   Tripes
                   ,
                   Reads
                   ,
                   Neatsfeet
                   ,
                   Cowheels
                   ,
                   &
                   Chitterlings
                   ,
                
                 
                   Whilst
                   many
                   thousands
                   feed
                   on
                   Bag-puddings
                   .
                
                 
                   Note
                   but
                   how
                   well
                   the
                   Cheese-mongers
                   do
                   live
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   what
                   a
                   usefull
                   gainfull
                   Trade
                   they
                   drive
                   :
                
                 
                   Yet
                   in
                   their
                   shops
                   there
                   is
                   true
                   Justice
                   found
                
                 
                   The
                   poore
                   mans
                   peney
                   ,
                   and
                   the
                   rich
                   mans
                   pound
                
                 
                   Shall
                   have
                   true
                   ,
                   weightaccordiag
                   to
                   proportion
                   ,
                
                 
                   Without
                   conivence
                   ,
                   falshood
                   ,
                   or
                   extortion
                   .
                
                 
                   Were
                   there
                   no
                   Buls
                   ,
                   Chandlers
                   were
                   beggerd
                   quite
                
                 
                   Nor
                   could
                   they
                   sell
                   our
                   darknesse
                   any
                   light
                
                 
                   At
                   any
                   price
                   of
                   Reason
                   ,
                   then
                   our
                   Guise
                
                 
                   Were
                   soone
                   to
                   go
                   to
                   Bed
                   ,
                   and
                   late
                   to
                   Rise
                   .
                
                 
                   Thus
                   is
                   the
                   Bull
                   ,
                   and
                   the
                   Bulls
                   Breed
                   descected
                
                 
                   In
                   Flesh
                   and
                   Entrales
                   ;
                   now
                   my
                   Quil's
                   erected
                
                 
                   (
                   In
                   what
                   is
                   writ
                   before
                   I
                   have
                   not
                   Lyde
                   )
                
                 
                   And
                   now
                   I
                   le
                   siourish
                   ore
                   the
                   Hornes
                   and
                   Hyde
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   Tanners
                   wealth
                   encreaseth
                   day
                   and
                   Night
                   ,
                
                 
                   'Till
                   at
                   the
                   last
                   his
                   Sonne
                   is
                   dub'd
                   a
                   Knight
                   :
                
                 
                   And
                   Daughters
                   should
                   be
                   (
                   could
                   they
                   purchase
                   pride
                   )
                
                 
                   With
                   Portions
                   ,
                   and
                   proportions
                   Ladyfi'de
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   Currier
                   also
                   needs
                   not
                   Curry
                   favoure
                   ,
                
                 
                   For
                   though
                   his
                   Trade
                   smell
                   ,
                   
                     somethidg
                     hath
                     some
                     savour
                  
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   Nor
                   would
                   men
                   be
                   so
                   mad
                   as
                   to
                   prefer
                
                 
                   Their
                   sonnes
                   bound
                   prentise
                   to
                   a
                   Shoomaker
                   ;
                
                 
                   But
                   that
                   their
                   future
                   hopes
                   do
                   them
                   perswade
                   ,
                
                 
                   It
                   is
                   no
                   Bare-footed
                   and
                   Bootlesse
                   Trade
                   .
                
                 
                   Nor
                   will
                   it
                   ever
                   lack
                   ,
                   or
                   live
                   in
                   scorne
                   ,
                
                 
                   'Till
                   all
                   our
                   children
                   without
                   feet
                   are
                   borne
                   ;
                
                 
                   For
                   (
                   more
                   then
                   any
                   Trade
                   )
                   hee
                   'le
                   sing
                   and
                   play
                   ,
                
                 
                   Whilst
                   every
                   Munday
                   is
                   his
                   Holiday
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   when
                   a
                   Shoomaker
                   fals
                   to
                   decay
                   ,
                
                 
                   Hee
                   'le
                   be
                   a
                   Cobler
                   new
                   ,
                   and
                   mend
                   that
                   way
                   :
                
                 
                   But
                   there
                   's
                   a
                   monstrous
                   Trade
                   ,
                   of
                   late
                   sprung
                   forth
                   ,
                
                 
                   Doth
                   spoil
                   more
                   Leather
                   then
                   their
                   skins
                   are
                   worth
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   best
                   Hydes
                   they
                   devoure
                   ,
                   and
                   Gurmundize
                   ,
                
                 
                   Which
                   makes
                   the
                   worst
                   in
                   price
                   too
                   high
                   to
                   Rise
                   ;
                
                 
                   
                     With
                     them
                     the
                     World
                     doth
                     bravely
                     run
                     on
                     Wheeles
                     ,
                  
                
                 
                   Whilst
                   poore
                   men
                   pinch
                   and
                   pay
                   ,
                   quite
                   out
                   at
                   heels
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   hold
                   ,
                   what
                   vessell
                   have
                   I
                   set
                   a
                   Broach
                   ,
                
                 
                   What
                   is
                   muse
                   got
                   jolting
                   in
                   a
                   Coach
                   ?
                
                 
                   Out
                   with
                   a
                   vengeance
                   ,
                   walk
                   on
                   foot
                   I
                   p●…
                
                 
                   And
                   to
                   the
                   Bull
                   again
                   direct
                   your
                   way
                   .
                
                 
                   Now
                   for
                   the
                   excellent
                   Admired
                   Horne
                
                 
                   More
                   profitable
                   then
                   the
                   Unicorne
                   .
                
                 
                   For
                   Hoopes
                   ,
                   for
                   Spectacles
                   ,
                   for
                   Combs
                   to
                   dresse
                   yo●…
                
                 
                   (
                   Which
                   when
                   they
                   come
                   so
                   neere
                   your
                   heads
                   ,
                   pray
                
                 
                   And
                   't
                   is
                   a
                   Bull
                   I
                   have
                   heard
                   often
                   said
                   (
                   blesse
                   you
                   )
                
                 
                   
                     Reach
                     me
                     the
                     Iron
                     Shooing
                     Horne
                     good
                     Maid
                     .
                  
                
                 
                   And
                   when
                   the
                   Hunted
                   Stag
                   bids
                   life
                   farewell
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   Huntsmans
                   Horn
                   doth
                   bravely
                   Ring
                   his
                   Knell
                   ,
                
                 
                 
                   Which
                   was
                   the
                   Bull-calves
                   ,
                   or
                   the
                   Buls-horns
                   once
                
                 
                   Before
                   the
                   Gelder
                   reft
                   him
                   of
                   his
                   stones
                   .
                
                 
                   Thus
                   from
                   the
                   Bull
                   ,
                   and
                   the
                   Bulls
                   Breed
                   you
                   see
                   ,
                
                 
                   A
                   world
                   of
                   people
                   still
                   maintained
                   be
                   ;
                
                 
                   He
                   finds
                   flesh
                   ,
                   Bootes
                   ,
                   Shooes
                   ,
                   Lights
                   ,
                   and
                   stands
                   in
                   stead
                
                 
                   And
                   great
                   importance
                   to
                   afford
                   us
                   Bread.
                
                 
                   The
                   Bulls
                   deare
                   sonne
                   (
                   the
                   Oxe
                   )
                   with
                   daily
                   toyle
                   ,
                
                 
                   Weares
                   out
                   himselfe
                   with
                   plowing
                   and
                   turmoyle
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   all
                   to
                   find
                   us
                   bread
                   ,
                   and
                   when
                   he
                   dyes
                   ,
                
                 
                   His
                   Flesh
                   ,
                   Hyde
                   ,
                   Hornes
                   and
                   all
                   ,
                   our
                   wants
                   supplies
                   .
                
                 
                   So
                   much
                   for
                   Bulls
                   now
                   in
                   particular
                   ,
                
                 
                   For
                   our
                   Beare-Garden
                   Bull
                   ,
                   a
                   Bull
                   of
                   war
                   ,
                
                 
                   A
                   stout
                   ,
                   a
                   valiant
                   ,
                   and
                   a
                   Head-strong-Beast
                   ,
                
                 
                   Which
                   did
                   not
                   fight
                   this
                   18
                   Moneths
                   at
                   least
                   ;
                
                 
                   A
                   Beast
                   of
                   mighty
                   pollicy
                   and
                   power
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   at
                   his
                   Dog
                   foes
                   will
                   looke
                   Grim
                   ,
                   and
                   Lower
                   ,
                
                 
                   Hee
                   'le
                   knit
                   the
                   Brow
                   with
                   terror
                   ,
                   in
                   such
                   sort
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   when
                   he
                   chafes
                   most
                   ,
                   then
                   he
                   makes
                   most
                   sport
                   ;
                
                 
                   At
                   push
                   of
                   Pike
                   ,
                   he
                   with
                   his
                   head
                   will
                   play
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   with
                   his
                   feet
                   spurne
                   injuries
                   away
                   ;
                
                 
                   Hee
                   'l
                   turne
                   and
                   wind
                   as
                   nimble
                   as
                   an
                   Eele
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   kicke
                   ,
                   and
                   skornes
                   abuses
                   with
                   his
                   Heele
                   ;
                
                 
                   Hee
                   'le
                   fling
                   and
                   throw
                   ,
                   hee
                   'le
                   bravely
                   tosse
                   &
                   turn
                   ,
                
                 
                   Hee
                   'le
                   hurle
                   and
                   heave
                   ,
                   and
                   dangerously
                   spurne
                   ,
                
                 
                   Note
                   but
                   his
                   valour
                   ,
                   when
                   hee
                   's
                   at
                   the
                   stake
                   ,
                
                 
                   How
                   he
                   prepares
                   himselfe
                   the
                   Dog
                   to
                   take
                   :
                
                 
                   His
                   f●…eet
                   fix'd
                   fast
                   ,
                   disdaining
                   once
                   to
                   stirre
                   ,
                
                 
                   His
                   wary
                   eye
                   upon
                   the
                   angry
                   Cur.
                
                 
                 
                   Whilst
                   politickly
                   with
                   his
                   Head
                   he
                   weaves
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   with
                   advantage
                   up
                   his
                   foe
                   he
                   heaves
                   ,
                
                 
                   With
                   such
                   a
                   force
                   ,
                   that
                   often
                   with
                   the
                   fall
                
                 
                   Hee
                   's
                   dead
                   ,
                   or
                   lam'd
                   ,
                   or
                   hath
                   no
                   power
                   to
                   sprawle
                   .
                
                 
                   Thus
                   hath
                   our
                   Bull
                   fought
                   in
                   his
                   owne
                   defence
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   purchas'd
                   (
                   for
                   his
                   Master
                   (
                   Crowns
                   and
                   pence
                   .
                
                 
                   And
                   for
                   that
                   purpose
                   may
                   do
                   so
                   agen
                   ,
                
                 
                   (
                   I
                   wish
                   I
                   had
                   the
                   knowledge
                   to
                   know
                   when
                   )
                
                 
                   For
                   since
                   the
                   time
                   a
                   Bull
                   a
                   Dog
                   could
                   tosse
                   ,
                
                 
                   Our
                   Beare-Garden
                   had
                   never
                   such
                   a
                   losse
                   :
                
                 
                   But
                   le
                   ts
                   not
                   lay
                   the
                   fault
                   upon
                   the
                   Times
                   ,
                
                 
                   But
                   let
                   us
                   blame
                   our selves
                   ,
                   and
                   cease
                   our
                   Crimes
                   .
                
              
            
          
           
             
             
             
               Bulls
               ,
               Mistakes
               ,
               Clenches
               ,
               Long
               and
               short
               Tales
               .
            
             
               
                 A
                 Tale
                 of
                 a
                 Bull
                 that
                 was
                 bought
                 instead
                 of
                 a
                 Cowe
                 .
              
               
                 IT
                 was
                 well
                 knowne
                 to
                 many
                 ancient
                 people
                 to
                 this
                 day
                 ,
                 that
                 in
                 the
                 Citie
                 of
                 Gloucester
                 ,
                 without
                 the
                 
                   South
                   Gate
                
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 Parish
                 of
                 Saint
                 Ewins
                 ,
                 (
                 where
                 my selfe
                 was
                 borne
                 )
                 there
                 dwelt
                 a
                 Schoolemaster
                 ,
                 who
                 was
                 called
                 Master
                 Greene
                 ,
                 to
                 whom
                 I
                 with
                 many
                 more
                 went
                 to
                 Schoole
                 ,
                 for
                 some
                 small
                 learning
                 beyond
                 the
                 Horn-Booke
                 ;
                 This
                 
                 Master
                 Greene
                 did
                 love
                 new
                 milke
                 so
                 well
                 ,
                 that
                 because
                 he
                 would
                 be
                 sure
                 to
                 have
                 it
                 new
                 ,
                 he
                 would
                 buy
                 a
                 Cowe
                 of
                 his
                 owne
                 ,
                 and
                 to
                 that
                 purpose
                 went
                 to
                 the
                 Beast
                 Market
                 ,
                 but
                 by
                 the
                 way
                 having
                 met
                 with
                 some
                 friends
                 ,
                 and
                 a
                 Cup
                 or
                 two
                 of
                 Sack
                 ,
                 it
                 had
                 so
                 wrought
                 in
                 the
                 old
                 mans
                 pate
                 ,
                 that
                 when
                 he
                 came
                 to
                 the
                 Beast-market
                 ,
                 his
                 eyes
                 so
                 dazled
                 and
                 doated
                 on
                 a
                 faire
                 Bull
                 ,
                 that
                 he
                 suppos'd
                 his
                 Cod
                 to
                 be
                 a
                 goodly
                 Cowes
                 Vdder
                 ;
                 so
                 he
                 (
                 neither
                 naming
                 Cowe
                 or
                 Bull
                 )
                 demanded
                 the
                 price
                 of
                 the
                 Beast
                 ,
                 till
                 at
                 the
                 last
                 the
                 Bull
                 was
                 bought
                 and
                 sold
                 ,
                 and
                 driven
                 home
                 to
                 a
                 stable
                 of
                 Master
                 Greenes
                 ,
                 who
                 being
                 glad
                 of
                 his
                 good
                 bargaine
                 ,
                 told
                 his
                 wife
                 of
                 it
                 ;
                 and
                 when
                 the
                 Evening
                 milking
                 time
                 was
                 come
                 ,
                 Master
                 Greene
                 ,
                 with
                 his
                 Wife
                 and
                 Maid
                 ,
                 went
                 to
                 the
                 Stable
                 ,
                 where
                 the
                 Wench
                 kneeling
                 downe
                 to
                 milke
                 ,
                 and
                 taking
                 the
                 Bull
                 by
                 the
                 Cod
                 ,
                 shee
                 said
                 shee
                 could
                 find
                 ne're
                 a
                 Teate
                 ,
                 whereat
                 the
                 man
                 and
                 woman
                 were
                 amaz'd
                 ;
                 and
                 the
                 Bull
                 (
                 for
                 his
                 owne
                 ease
                 )
                 instead
                 of
                 milke
                 ,
                 pist
                 
                 in
                 the
                 Paile
                 ,
                 for
                 the
                 which
                 Master
                 Greene
                 was
                 ever
                 mockt
                 and
                 flouted
                 ,
                 and
                 my selfe
                 (
                 with
                 my
                 Fellow
                 Schollers
                 )
                 to
                 shew
                 our
                 acute
                 forwardnesse
                 in
                 Rime
                 ,
                 and
                 out
                 of
                 the
                 thallownesse
                 of
                 our
                 deepe
                 judgements
                 ,
                 composed
                 this
                 poeticall
                 
                   Enco
                   nium
                
                 .
              
               
                 
                   Our
                   Master
                   Greene
                   ,
                   was
                   overseene
                   ,
                
                 
                   In
                   buying
                   of
                   a
                   Bull
                   ;
                
                 
                   For
                   when
                   the
                   Maid
                   ,
                   did
                   meane
                   to
                   milke
                   ,
                
                 
                   He
                   pist
                   the
                   Paile
                   halfe
                   full
                   -
                   probatum
                   .
                
              
               
                 Our
                 Schoolemaster
                 did
                 take
                 these
                 Verses
                 so
                 kindly
                 ,
                 that
                 having
                 found
                 out
                 the
                 grave
                 Authors
                 of
                 them
                 ;
                 he
                 (
                 to
                 expresse
                 ,
                 or
                 declare
                 his
                 love
                 to
                 Poetry
                 )
                 gave
                 us
                 such
                 speedy
                 ,
                 present
                 ,
                 and
                 yet
                 backward
                 sure
                 payment
                 ,
                 that
                 we
                 danc'd
                 at
                 it
                 ,
                 and
                 were
                 so
                 merry
                 ,
                 that
                 our
                 cheekes
                 ran
                 downe
                 with
                 water
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 
                   Another
                   Tale
                   of
                   a
                   Towne
                
                 Bull.
                 
              
               
                 A
                 Parson
                 of
                 a
                 Countrey
                 Village
                 (
                 for
                 the
                 encrease
                 of
                 Towne
                 Calves
                 )
                 kept
                 a
                 lusty
                 Bull
                 ,
                 which
                 serv'd
                 for
                 the
                 use
                 of
                 the
                 whole
                 Parish
                 ;
                 which
                 Bull
                 ,
                 was
                 fallen
                 so
                 poor
                 and
                 leane
                 ,
                 that
                 his
                 bones
                 might
                 have
                 been
                 almost
                 told
                 as
                 they
                 were
                 ready
                 to
                 start
                 out
                 of
                 his
                 skin
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 cold
                 Winter
                 being
                 come
                 ,
                 the
                 miserable
                 Parson
                 put
                 the
                 Bull
                 to
                 graze
                 on
                 the
                 bare
                 ground
                 in
                 in
                 the
                 Churchyard
                 ,
                 (
                 for
                 there
                 was
                 little
                 or
                 no
                 Grasse
                 )
                 and
                 there
                 was
                 also
                 a
                 Horse
                 of
                 the
                 Parsons
                 as
                 leane
                 as
                 the
                 Bull
                 ,
                 which
                 fed
                 (
                 or
                 fasted
                 )
                 in
                 the
                 said
                 Churchyard
                 .
                 These
                 poore
                 Beasts
                 being
                 almost
                 starved
                 with
                 hunger
                 and
                 cold
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 hardnesse
                 of
                 their
                 Masters
                 heart
                 ,
                 it
                 fortuned
                 that
                 in
                 a
                 very
                 darkenight
                 ,
                 there
                 arose
                 a
                 very
                 violent
                 Tempest
                 of
                 wind
                 and
                 raine
                 ,
                 so
                 that
                 the
                 Bull
                 for
                 succour
                 and
                 shelter
                 from
                 the
                 weather
                 ,
                 went
                 into
                 the
                 Church
                 porch
                 ,
                 and
                 there
                 lay
                 downe
                 and
                 dyed
                 with
                 cold
                 and
                 
                 famine
                 .
                 The
                 Horse
                 likewise
                 (
                 having
                 the
                 like
                 purpose
                 to
                 get
                 out
                 of
                 the
                 storme
                 )
                 went
                 to
                 the
                 Church-porch
                 ,
                 and
                 by
                 reason
                 it
                 was
                 so
                 darke
                 ,
                 he
                 stumbled
                 over
                 the
                 dead
                 Bull
                 ,
                 and
                 ran
                 his
                 head
                 against
                 the
                 Church
                 doore
                 ,
                 which
                 was
                 so
                 old
                 and
                 broken
                 that
                 with
                 the
                 force
                 of
                 the
                 Horses
                 fall
                 ,
                 it
                 flew
                 open
                 and
                 let
                 the
                 Horse
                 into
                 the
                 Church
                 ,
                 who
                 recovering
                 his
                 legs
                 ,
                 and
                 walking
                 up
                 and
                 downe
                 ,
                 musing
                 where
                 he
                 was
                 ,
                 at
                 the
                 last
                 he
                 came
                 to
                 the
                 Bell
                 Ropes
                 ,
                 which
                 the
                 Countrey
                 people
                 that
                 used
                 to
                 Ring
                 ,
                 had
                 (
                 for
                 the
                 ease
                 of
                 their
                 hands
                 )
                 made
                 wispes
                 ,
                 or
                 wads
                 of
                 Hay
                 fast
                 round
                 about
                 the
                 hand-fasts
                 or
                 handles
                 of
                 the
                 Ropes
                 ;
                 the
                 which
                 Hay
                 ,
                 the
                 Horse
                 smelling
                 out
                 ,
                 he
                 being
                 hungry
                 ,
                 laid
                 lippes
                 to
                 ,
                 and
                 pull'd
                 so
                 hard
                 at
                 the
                 Hay
                 ,
                 that
                 the
                 Rope
                 gave
                 warning
                 to
                 the
                 Bell
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 Bell
                 to
                 the
                 Clapper
                 ,
                 that
                 it
                 Rang
                 now
                 and
                 then
                 a
                 stroake
                 or
                 twain
                 ,
                 which
                 the
                 Parson
                 hearing
                 ,
                 he
                 marvelled
                 much
                 what
                 the
                 matter
                 should
                 be
                 ,
                 or
                 who
                 should
                 jangle
                 the
                 Bels
                 so
                 confusedly
                 at
                 that
                 time
                 of
                 the
                 night
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 meane
                 space
                 
                 the
                 Horse
                 goes
                 from
                 Rope
                 to
                 Rope
                 ,
                 (
                 as
                 he
                 could
                 find
                 them
                 in
                 the
                 darke
                 )
                 which
                 caused
                 every
                 Bell
                 to
                 toll
                 in
                 an
                 untuned
                 Diapason
                 :
                 At
                 last
                 the
                 Parson
                 arose
                 ,
                 and
                 called
                 up
                 the
                 Clerke
                 ,
                 and
                 some
                 neighbours
                 ,
                 and
                 lighted
                 their
                 Lanthornes
                 (
                 which
                 were
                 the
                 lighter
                 and
                 the
                 heavier
                 for
                 their
                 Candles
                 )
                 so
                 they
                 came
                 amazedly
                 and
                 fearefully
                 to
                 the
                 Churchyard
                 ,
                 and
                 there
                 they
                 found
                 the
                 Bull
                 dead
                 in
                 the
                 Church-porch
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 Horse
                 in
                 the
                 Bell-frey
                 ringing
                 his
                 Knell
                 .
                 Although
                 there
                 be
                 no
                 impossibilitie
                 in
                 this
                 Tale
                 ,
                 yet
                 I
                 am
                 not
                 guilty
                 of
                 the
                 beleefe
                 of
                 it
                 ,
                 nor
                 am
                 I
                 bound
                 to
                 prove
                 it
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Bulls
                 with
                 short
                 Tales
                 .
              
               
                 A
                 Taxation
                 ,
                 or
                 levie
                 ,
                 or
                 payment
                 was
                 laid
                 upon
                 a
                 Countrey
                 Village
                 ,
                 for
                 the
                 repairing
                 or
                 mending
                 of
                 a
                 bad
                 high-way
                 ,
                 against
                 the
                 which
                 collection
                 the
                 people
                 grumbled
                 and
                 murmur'd
                 very
                 much
                 ;
                 So
                 that
                 one
                 of
                 the
                 most
                 grave
                 and
                 wise
                 of
                 he
                 Parish
                 ,
                 said
                 to
                 the
                 Officers
                 that
                 gathered
                 
                 the
                 money
                 ,
                 
                   I
                   tell
                   you
                   friends
                   ,
                   if
                   these
                   kind
                   of
                   Bursements
                   and
                   elections
                   be
                   laid
                   thus
                   tollerably
                   upon
                   us
                   ;
                   '
                   it
                   s
                   enough
                   to
                   make
                   folkes
                   mad
                   ,
                   and
                   rise
                   in
                   devotion
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
                 A
                 Bull.
                 
              
               
                 A
                 Fellow
                 going
                 from
                 London
                 towards
                 Rumford
                 in
                 Essex
                 ,
                 before
                 he
                 came
                 at
                 Ilford
                 ,
                 (
                 som
                 what
                 neer
                 the
                 highway
                 )
                 he
                 saw
                 the
                 carcases
                 of
                 three
                 murderers
                 hang'd
                 in
                 Chaines
                 ,
                 and
                 at
                 his
                 returne
                 home
                 being
                 demaunded
                 what
                 newes
                 he
                 had
                 brought
                 out
                 of
                 the
                 countrey
                 ;
                 Truely
                 (
                 quoth
                 he
                 )
                 I
                 have
                 no
                 great
                 newes
                 to
                 tell
                 you
                 ,
                 but
                 I
                 saw
                 a
                 rare
                 sight
                 ,
                 which
                 was
                 ,
                 
                   I
                   saw
                   three
                   men
                   hang'd
                   in
                   Iibblets
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
                 A
                 cleare
                 sighted
                 Bull.
                 
              
               
                 ONe
                 met
                 a
                 man
                 in
                 the
                 street
                 ,
                 taking
                 acquaintance
                 of
                 him
                 thus
                 ,
                 Sir
                 ,
                 I
                 am
                 a
                 stranger
                 ,
                 and
                 am
                 mistaken
                 in
                 you
                 ,
                 for
                 you
                 are
                 not
                 the
                 Gentleman
                 that
                 I
                 tooke
                 you
                 for
                 ,
                 
                   but
                   I
                   pray
                   you
                   pardon
                   me
                   ,
                   for
                   I
                   am
                   sure
                   I
                   have
                   seene
                   you
                   by
                   sight
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 Mistakes
                 .
              
               
                 SOme
                 neighbours
                 being
                 at
                 hot
                 contention
                 ,
                 for
                 a
                 matter
                 of
                 little
                 or
                 nothing
                 :
                 the
                 businesse
                 was
                 brought
                 before
                 a
                 Iustice
                 ,
                 who
                 said
                 unto
                 them
                 ,
                 My
                 good
                 neighbours
                 ,
                 I
                 do
                 wish
                 you
                 to
                 agree
                 ,
                 for
                 the
                 proverbe
                 sayes
                 truely
                 ,
                 
                   The
                   Law
                   is
                   costly
                
                 ;
                 therefore
                 I
                 would
                 have
                 you
                 to
                 put
                 the
                 Controversie
                 to
                 me
                 ,
                 and
                 I
                 will
                 set
                 all
                 differences
                 even
                 betwixt
                 you
                 ;
                 Truly
                 Sir
                 ,
                 said
                 one
                 ,
                 I
                 do
                 humbly
                 thanke
                 your
                 worship
                 ,
                 the
                 matter
                 concernes
                 my
                 wife
                 ,
                 and
                 
                   I
                   put
                   her
                   Case
                   to
                   your
                   Worship
                
                 withall
                 my
                 heart
                 ;
                 in
                 truth
                 quoth
                 another
                 ,
                 I
                 am
                 contented
                 ,
                 
                   I
                   am
                   willing
                   to
                   deferre
                   the
                   matter
                   to
                   your
                   Worships
                   discredit
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
                 A
                 Bull
                 of
                 authority
                 .
              
               
                 A
                 Major
                 of
                 a
                 Countrey
                 Towne
                 ,
                 being
                 sate
                 with
                 the
                 rest
                 of
                 his
                 Brethren
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 Towne-house
                 began
                 to
                 make
                 a
                 grave
                 
                 Oration
                 ,
                 beginning
                 as
                 followeth
                 .
                 Brethren
                 ,
                 friends
                 ,
                 and
                 neighbours
                 ,
                 I
                 am
                 in
                 good
                 hope
                 that
                 our
                 proceedings
                 will
                 be
                 to
                 a
                 good
                 purpose
                 ,
                 because
                 we
                 are
                 so
                 happily
                 and
                 lovingly
                 
                   seperated
                   together
                   amongst
                   our selves
                
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 A
                 shee
                 Bull.
                 
              
               
                 A
                 Young
                 Shee
                 Citizen
                 borne
                 ,
                 was
                 newly
                 married
                 ,
                 having
                 never
                 in
                 her
                 life
                 been
                 a
                 Traveller
                 further
                 then
                 she
                 could
                 heare
                 the
                 sound
                 of
                 Bow-Bell
                 .
                 Her
                 Husband
                 (
                 on
                 a
                 time
                 )
                 went
                 with
                 her
                 into
                 the
                 Countrey
                 a
                 Ayring
                 ,
                 whereas
                 they
                 were
                 going
                 thorow
                 a
                 meddow
                 ,
                 there
                 was
                 a
                 Tree
                 ,
                 upon
                 one
                 of
                 the
                 Boughes
                 whereof
                 a
                 Mole-catcher
                 had
                 hang'd
                 up
                 many
                 Moles
                 or
                 Wants
                 which
                 he
                 had
                 taken
                 ,
                 which
                 the
                 young
                 woman
                 espying
                 ,
                 shee
                 call'd
                 to
                 her
                 husband
                 ,
                 saying
                 ,
                 
                   O
                   what
                   a
                   sollitary
                   life
                   it
                   is
                   to
                   live
                   in
                   the
                   Citie
                   ,
                   where
                   no
                   such
                   fine
                   things
                   do
                   grow
                   as
                   are
                   heere
                   in
                   the
                   Countrey
                   ,
                   for
                   looke
                   you
                   Husb
                   and
                   heere
                   is
                   a
                   Black-pudding
                   Tree
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 A
                 Roguish
                 Flash
                 .
              
               
                 A
                 Poore
                 man
                 was
                 going
                 to
                 the
                 Market
                 (
                 on
                 a
                 Saturday
                 )
                 to
                 buy
                 Beefe
                 ,
                 he
                 having
                 a
                 Roguish
                 boy
                 to
                 his
                 sonne
                 ,
                 the
                 boy
                 asked
                 him
                 whether
                 he
                 was
                 going
                 ;
                 he
                 answered
                 ,
                 I
                 am
                 going
                 to
                 the
                 Butchers
                 .
                 O
                 father
                 (
                 said
                 the
                 boy
                 )
                 
                   the
                   Butchers
                   are
                   crafty
                   fellowes
                   ,
                   and
                   if
                   you
                   take
                   not
                   heed
                   ,
                   they
                   will
                   cosin
                   you
                   ,
                   therefore
                   I
                   advise
                   you
                   to
                   take
                   the
                   Dog
                   with
                   you
                   ,
                   for
                   two
                   heads
                   are
                   better
                   then
                   one
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
                 A
                 Flash
                 .
              
               
                 A
                 Neat
                 Gentleman
                 ,
                 with
                 an
                 Ash
                 coulour
                 ,
                 or
                 Silver
                 couloured
                 paire
                 of
                 silke
                 Stockings
                 ,
                 going
                 hastily
                 through
                 the
                 gate
                 that
                 leads
                 into
                 the
                 Pallace
                 at
                 Westminster
                 ,
                 suddenly
                 ,
                 a
                 woman
                 (
                 or
                 maid
                 )
                 did
                 chance
                 to
                 cast
                 out
                 a
                 dish
                 or
                 pot
                 of
                 new-made
                 warme
                 water
                 ,
                 some
                 tale
                 whereof
                 lighted
                 in
                 the
                 Gentlemans
                 shooes
                 ,
                 and
                 withall
                 besparkled
                 his
                 silke
                 Stockings
                 ;
                 at
                 which
                 ,
                 very
                 angerly
                 he
                 said
                 ,
                 
                   Thou
                   filthy
                   base
                   sluttish
                   Queane
                   ,
                   Canst
                   thou
                   not
                   see
                   ,
                   but
                   
                   throw
                   thy
                   stinking
                   pisse
                   into
                   my
                   shooes
                   and
                   hose
                   ?
                
                 To
                 whom
                 she
                 answered
                 ,
                 Sir
                 ,
                 I
                 am
                 sorry
                 that
                 I
                 have
                 done
                 you
                 any
                 wrong
                 ,
                 but
                 yet
                 you
                 have
                 done
                 me
                 a
                 great
                 deal
                 more
                 injury
                 then
                 I
                 have
                 done
                 to
                 you
                 ,
                 for
                 I
                 would
                 have
                 you
                 know
                 ,
                 that
                 I
                 am
                 no
                 such
                 Slut
                 as
                 you
                 call'd
                 me
                 ,
                 neither
                 do
                 I
                 keep
                 pisse
                 till
                 it
                 stinkes
                 ,
                 but
                 I
                 
                   alwayes
                   throw
                   it
                   away
                   fresh
                   and
                   fresh
                   as
                   I
                   make
                   it
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
                 A
                 Bull.
                 
              
               
                 TWo
                 Gentlemen
                 passing
                 up
                 the
                 River
                 of
                 Thames
                 ,
                 with
                 a
                 paire
                 of
                 Oares
                 from
                 London-Bridge
                 towards
                 Westminster
                 ,
                 one
                 of
                 the
                 Gentlemen
                 did
                 take
                 somewhat
                 in
                 distaste
                 ,
                 that
                 one
                 of
                 the
                 Watermen
                 had
                 either
                 said
                 or
                 done
                 to
                 him
                 ;
                 the
                 Waterman
                 did
                 intreat
                 him
                 not
                 to
                 be
                 angry
                 ,
                 and
                 said
                 ,
                 he
                 did
                 mean
                 no
                 harme
                 ,
                 and
                 was
                 sorry
                 that
                 a
                 Gentleman
                 should
                 be
                 angry
                 for
                 nothing
                 ;
                 but
                 the
                 more
                 the
                 one
                 did
                 entreat
                 ,
                 the
                 more
                 furious
                 the
                 other
                 was
                 ,
                 insomuch
                 that
                 he
                 said
                 to
                 the
                 Waterman
                 ,
                 
                   Sirra
                   ,
                   hold
                   your
                   prating
                   ,
                   for
                   I
                   vow
                   as
                   I
                   am
                   a
                   Gentleman
                   ,
                   if
                   I
                   do
                   rise
                   and
                   come
                   to
                   thee
                   ,
                   I
                   will
                   knocke
                   thy
                   head
                   and
                   the
                   wall
                   together
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 A
                 Clench
                 .
              
               
                 AN
                 old
                 man
                 had
                 sate
                 tipling
                 so
                 long
                 at
                 the
                 Ale-house
                 ,
                 that
                 he
                 had
                 almost
                 gotten
                 a
                 Loafe
                 out
                 of
                 the
                 Brewers
                 Basket
                 ,
                 and
                 having
                 an
                 unhappy
                 Boy
                 to
                 his
                 sonne
                 ,
                 who
                 came
                 for
                 him
                 to
                 get
                 him
                 home
                 ,
                 to
                 whom
                 the
                 old
                 man
                 said
                 ,
                 
                   Sirra
                   Boy
                   have
                   a
                   care
                   of
                   me
                   ,
                   and
                   lead
                   me
                   well
                   ,
                   for
                   my
                   head
                   is
                   very
                   light
                
                 ;
                 to
                 whom
                 the
                 Boy
                 answered
                 ,
                 
                   Father
                   ,
                   it
                   is
                   long
                   of
                   your
                   eyes
                   that
                   your
                   head
                   is
                   light
                   ,
                   for
                   if
                   they
                   were
                   out
                   ,
                   your
                   head
                   would
                   be
                   in
                   the
                   darke
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
                 A
                 Bull.
                 
              
               
                 A
                 Gentleman
                 riding
                 in
                 the
                 Countrey
                 ,
                 attended
                 with
                 one
                 Servingman
                 ,
                 they
                 met
                 a
                 fellow
                 that
                 was
                 a
                 stride
                 upon
                 a
                 Cowe
                 ,
                 the
                 Servingman
                 said
                 ,
                 Master
                 behold
                 ,
                 yonder
                 is
                 a
                 strange
                 sight
                 .
                 What
                 is
                 it
                 said
                 the
                 Gentleman
                 ?
                 why
                 sir
                 (
                 said
                 his
                 man
                 )
                 looke
                 you
                 sir
                 ,
                 
                   there
                   is
                   one
                   Rides
                   on
                   Horseback
                   
                   upon
                   a
                   Cowe
                   ;
                   that
                   's
                   a
                   great
                
                 Bull
                 ,
                 
                   said
                   the
                   Gentleman
                
                 ;
                 nay
                 sir
                 ,
                 said
                 his
                 man
                 ,
                 
                   it
                   is
                   no
                   Bull
                   ,
                   I
                   know
                   it
                   is
                   a
                   Cowe
                   by
                   his
                   Teats
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
                 A
                 Mistake
                 .
              
               
                 ONe
                 that
                 was
                 a
                 Good-fellow
                 upon
                 the
                 Score
                 so
                 farre
                 ,
                 that
                 many
                 blacke
                 posts
                 did
                 proclaime
                 his
                 credit
                 in
                 sundry
                 Taverns
                 ,
                 Ale
                 houses
                 ,
                 and
                 Tobacco
                 shops
                 ,
                 Chalk
                 was
                 the
                 Inke
                 ,
                 to
                 remember
                 what
                 Ch●…n●…e
                 he
                 owed
                 for
                 his
                 Drinke
                 .
                 It
                 happened
                 ,
                 that
                 his
                 braine
                 being
                 intoxicated
                 with
                 late
                 tipling
                 in
                 a
                 frosty
                 Winters
                 night
                 ,
                 and
                 his
                 way
                 being
                 over
                 a
                 little
                 Close
                 from
                 the
                 Alehouse
                 to
                 his
                 owne
                 house
                 ,
                 hee
                 perceiving
                 the
                 Grasse
                 all
                 milke-white
                 with
                 the
                 hoary
                 frost
                 ;
                 at
                 which
                 sight
                 hee
                 merrily
                 said
                 to
                 one
                 that
                 went
                 with
                 him
                 ,
                 
                   Now
                   I
                   see
                   that
                   all
                   the
                   world
                   is
                   Chalk'd
                   ,
                   and
                   my
                   Scores
                   will
                   never
                   be
                   seene
                   for
                   me
                   to
                   pay
                   them
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 A
                 Bull.
                 
              
               
                 TWo
                 men
                 in
                 a
                 hot
                 Summer
                 Evening
                 ,
                 stripped
                 themselves
                 out
                 of
                 their
                 Cloathes
                 ,
                 to
                 swimme
                 or
                 wash
                 themselves
                 in
                 the
                 Thames
                 ,
                 or
                 some
                 other
                 Brooke
                 or
                 River
                 ;
                 and
                 having
                 (
                 as
                 they
                 thought
                 )
                 staid
                 overlong
                 in
                 the
                 water
                 ,
                 one
                 of
                 them
                 said
                 ,
                 Let
                 us
                 now
                 go
                 a
                 Shore
                 ,
                 and
                 put
                 on
                 our
                 cloathes
                 ,
                 for
                 it
                 is
                 time
                 to
                 go
                 home
                 .
                 The
                 other
                 answered
                 ,
                 do
                 you
                 go
                 on
                 shore
                 first
                 ,
                 
                   I
                   will
                   but
                   unlose
                   a
                   point
                   ,
                   and
                   come
                   to
                   you
                   presently
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
                 A
                 short
                 Bull.
                 
              
               
                 ONe
                 said
                 ,
                 that
                 
                   the
                   best
                   Bull-dog
                   that
                   ever
                   he
                   saw
                   play
                   at
                   the
                   Beare
                   ,
                   was
                   a
                   Brended
                   Bitch
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 A
                 Citie
                 Bull.
                 
              
               
                 TWo
                 Citizens
                 ,
                 having
                 been
                 making
                 merry
                 in
                 Middlesex
                 ,
                 came
                 riding
                 homewards
                 through
                 a
                 Village
                 called
                 Acton
                 (
                 which
                 is
                 sixe
                 miles
                 from
                 London
                 )
                 and
                 perceiving
                 a
                 faire
                 house
                 ,
                 with
                 the
                 doores
                 and
                 windowes
                 shut
                 ,
                 one
                 of
                 them
                 said
                 ,
                 it
                 was
                 great
                 pitty
                 that
                 such
                 a
                 handsome
                 building
                 should
                 want
                 an
                 inhabitant
                 ;
                 to
                 whom
                 the
                 other
                 answered
                 ,
                 you
                 say
                 true
                 brother
                 ,
                 it
                 is
                 pitty
                 ,
                 
                   but
                   if
                   I
                   had
                   this
                   house
                   in
                   London
                   ,
                   it
                   should
                   not
                   stand
                   empty
                   heere
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
                 A
                 Curtoll
                 Bull.
                 
              
               
                 ONe
                 said
                 that
                 he
                 was
                 so
                 sows'd
                 and
                 dash'd
                 with
                 a
                 showre
                 of
                 Raine
                 ,
                 
                   that
                   he
                   had
                   ne're
                   a
                   dry
                   thred
                   wet
                   about
                   him
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 A
                 pretty
                 Bull.
                 
              
               
                 ONe
                 was
                 perswaded
                 to
                 go
                 into
                 the
                 water
                 and
                 wash
                 himselfe
                 ,
                 he
                 answered
                 that
                 it
                 was
                 dangerous
                 ,
                 and
                 that
                 
                   he
                   did
                   never
                   meane
                   to
                   go
                   into
                   any
                   River
                   ,
                   or
                   other
                   water
                   ,
                   before
                   he
                   had
                   first
                   learn'd
                   to
                   swimme
                   perfectly
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
                 A
                 Mistake
                 .
              
               
                 A
                 Man
                 departed
                 from
                 his
                 house
                 ,
                 and
                 dwelling
                 privately
                 ,
                 without
                 taking
                 leave
                 of
                 any
                 body
                 ,
                 and
                 travell'd
                 ,
                 so
                 that
                 it
                 was
                 not
                 knowne
                 to
                 any
                 what
                 was
                 become
                 of
                 him
                 ,
                 at
                 last
                 there
                 was
                 a
                 supposition
                 that
                 he
                 was
                 kill'd
                 in
                 a
                 quarrell
                 by
                 a
                 mad
                 fellow
                 that
                 behaved
                 himselfe
                 so
                 well
                 ,
                 that
                 few
                 honest
                 folkes
                 lov'd
                 him
                 .
                 This
                 fellow
                 was
                 apprehended
                 ,
                 and
                 arraigned
                 at
                 the
                 Assises
                 for
                 suspition
                 of
                 the
                 fact
                 ,
                 and
                 by
                 some
                 strong
                 presumptions
                 appeared
                 so
                 guilty
                 ,
                 that
                 he
                 was
                 thought
                 fit
                 to
                 be
                 hang'd
                 ,
                 and
                 
                 after
                 a
                 yeares
                 imprisonment
                 ,
                 he
                 went
                 abroad
                 now
                 and
                 then
                 (
                 with
                 the
                 leave
                 of
                 the
                 Iaylor
                 )
                 where
                 by
                 chance
                 he
                 met
                 the
                 man
                 that
                 was
                 supposed
                 to
                 be
                 slaine
                 by
                 him
                 ;
                 whereupon
                 the
                 prisoner
                 got
                 his
                 liberty
                 :
                 who
                 comming
                 among
                 his
                 old
                 Consorts
                 ,
                 he
                 said
                 ,
                 My
                 Masters
                 ,
                 
                   I
                   have
                   endured
                   a
                   great
                   deale
                   of
                   trouble
                   about
                   killing
                   of
                   a
                   Rascall
                   ,
                   and
                   nothing
                   grieves
                   me
                   so
                   much
                   ,
                   as
                   that
                   I
                   met
                   the
                   Rogue
                   sixteene
                   moneths
                   after
                   in
                
                 Aylsbury
                 Market
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 A
                 Bull.
                 
              
               
                 ONe
                 said
                 that
                 the
                 High
                 Sherife
                 of
                 Yorkeshire
                 did
                 entertaine
                 the
                 Iudges
                 in
                 a
                 brave
                 and
                 commendable
                 fashion
                 ,
                 
                   with
                   one
                   hundred
                   and
                   twenty
                   men
                   ,
                   all
                   in
                   one
                   saire
                   Livery
                   of
                   Gray
                   Marble
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 Of
                 a
                 Fryer
                 .
              
               
                 A
                 Preaching
                 Fryer
                 once
                 reprooved
                 his
                 Auditors
                 for
                 sleeping
                 at
                 his
                 Sermons
                 ,
                 but
                 yet
                 (
                 said
                 he
                 )
                 I
                 pray
                 you
                 do
                 not
                 refraine
                 comming
                 to
                 Church
                 though
                 you
                 doe
                 sleepe
                 ,
                 for
                 God
                 Almighty
                 may
                 chance
                 to
                 take
                 some
                 of
                 you
                 napping
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Of
                 a
                 Saylor
                 and
                 his
                 Wife
                 .
              
               
                 A
                 Saylor
                 was
                 absent
                 on
                 a
                 Voyage
                 three
                 yeeres
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 meane
                 space
                 his
                 Wife
                 had
                 a
                 Boy
                 ,
                 twenty
                 moneths
                 old
                 ,
                 to
                 entertaine
                 him
                 withall
                 at
                 his
                 returne
                 :
                 the
                 Saylor
                 said
                 ,
                 Wife
                 ,
                 whose
                 childe
                 is
                 this
                 :
                 marry
                 husband
                 (
                 quoth
                 she
                 )
                 it
                 is
                 mine
                 ,
                 and
                 God
                 sent
                 it
                 me
                 in
                 your
                 absence
                 .
                 To
                 which
                 the
                 man
                 repli'd
                 ,
                 I
                 will
                 keepe
                 this
                 child
                 ,
                 because
                 God
                 sent
                 him
                 ,
                 but
                 if
                 God
                 send
                 me
                 any
                 more
                 on
                 that
                 fashion
                 ,
                 he
                 shall
                 keep
                 them
                 himselfe
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 A
                 witty
                 Tale
                 of
                 a
                 new
                 married
                 man.
                 
              
               
                 A
                 Young
                 fellow
                 being
                 newly
                 married
                 ,
                 having
                 been
                 from
                 home
                 ,
                 came
                 suddenly
                 into
                 his
                 house
                 ,
                 and
                 found
                 his
                 Wife
                 at
                 foule
                 play
                 with
                 another
                 man
                 :
                 the
                 poor
                 young
                 Cuckold
                 ran
                 presently
                 and
                 told
                 his
                 wives
                 father
                 all
                 the
                 businesse
                 ,
                 who
                 replyed
                 thus
                 ;
                 Sonne
                 ,
                 I
                 married
                 her
                 mother
                 ,
                 and
                 I
                 tell
                 thee
                 plaine
                 that
                 thy
                 wife
                 seemes
                 to
                 be
                 her
                 daughter
                 in
                 conditions
                 as
                 well
                 as
                 feature
                 ,
                 for
                 I
                 have
                 taken
                 her
                 mother
                 many
                 times
                 in
                 that
                 manner
                 ,
                 and
                 no
                 warning
                 would
                 serve
                 her
                 ,
                 till
                 in
                 the
                 end
                 age
                 made
                 her
                 leave
                 it
                 ,
                 and
                 so
                 will
                 thy
                 wife
                 do
                 when
                 she
                 is
                 old
                 and
                 past
                 it
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 A
                 Tale
                 of
                 three
                 Gossips
                 ,
                 that
                 would
                 know
                 ,
                 Whereabouts
                 a
                 Cuckolds
                 hornes
                 do
                 grow
                 .
              
               
                 THree
                 Gossips
                 in
                 a
                 Tavern
                 ,
                 chatting
                 over
                 a
                 Pint
                 of
                 Sherry
                 ,
                 said
                 one
                 of
                 them
                 ,
                 I
                 muse
                 whereabouts
                 a
                 Cuckolds
                 hornes
                 grow
                 ;
                 quoth
                 the
                 second
                 ,
                 I
                 think
                 they
                 do
                 grow
                 in
                 the
                 pole
                 ,
                 or
                 nape
                 of
                 the
                 neck
                 ;
                 verily
                 ,
                 quoth
                 the
                 third
                 ,
                 I
                 do
                 think
                 it
                 to
                 be
                 
                 true
                 ,
                 for
                 my
                 Husbands
                 bands
                 are
                 alwayes
                 worn
                 out
                 behind
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Of
                 a
                 Whore.
                 
              
               
                 ONe
                 called
                 a
                 Whore
                 lazie
                 jade
                 ,
                 content
                 your selfe
                 ,
                 quoth
                 another
                 ,
                 as
                 lazie
                 as
                 she
                 seemes
                 ,
                 she
                 is
                 able
                 to
                 carry
                 a
                 man
                 quicke
                 to
                 the
                 Divell
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Of
                 Cuckolds
                 .
              
               
                 A
                 Company
                 of
                 neighbours
                 that
                 dwelt
                 all
                 in
                 a
                 rowe
                 ,
                 in
                 one
                 side
                 of
                 a
                 street
                 ;
                 one
                 of
                 them
                 said
                 ,
                 Let
                 us
                 be
                 merry
                 ,
                 for
                 it
                 is
                 reported
                 that
                 we
                 are
                 all
                 Cuckolds
                 that
                 dwell
                 on
                 our
                 side
                 of
                 the
                 street
                 (
                 except
                 one
                 )
                 one
                 of
                 the
                 women
                 sate
                 musing
                 ,
                 to
                 whom
                 her
                 husband
                 said
                 ;
                 (
                 wife
                 )
                 what
                 all
                 
                   a
                   mort
                
                 ,
                 why
                 art
                 thou
                 so
                 sad
                 ?
                 no
                 ,
                 quoth
                 shee
                 ,
                 I
                 am
                 not
                 sad
                 ,
                 but
                 I
                 am
                 studying
                 which
                 of
                 our
                 neighbours
                 it
                 is
                 that
                 is
                 not
                 a
                 Cuckold
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 A
                 Clench
                 .
              
               
                 A
                 Gentleman
                 being
                 in
                 a
                 house
                 of
                 iniquitie
                 ,
                 or
                 Cousin-German
                 to
                 a
                 Bawdy
                 house
                 ,
                 the
                 roome
                 being
                 very
                 darke
                 ,
                 he
                 called
                 alowd
                 for
                 a
                 
                   light
                   Huswife
                
                 ;
                 to
                 whom
                 a
                 Wench
                 made
                 answer
                 ,
                 I
                 come
                 Incontinent
                 .
              
               
                 
                   He
                   calls
                   for
                   light
                   ,
                   she
                   under
                   stood
                   him
                   right
                   ,
                
                 
                   For
                   shee
                   was
                   vanity
                   which
                   made
                   her
                   light
                   :
                
                 
                   She
                   said
                   she
                   would
                   incontinent
                   attend
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   make
                   her
                   Continent
                   ,
                   she
                   needs
                   to
                   mend
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
                 A
                 Mistake
                 .
              
               
                 TWo
                 Maids
                 (
                 or
                 servants
                 )
                 dwelling
                 in
                 a
                 house
                 together
                 ,
                 the
                 one
                 of
                 them
                 having
                 occasion
                 to
                 use
                 a
                 Steele
                 ,
                 smoothing
                 Iron
                 ,
                 or
                 some
                 such
                 kinde
                 of
                 Laundry
                 Instrument
                 ,
                 and
                 having
                 sought
                 it
                 ,
                 and
                 not
                 finding
                 it
                 ,
                 said
                 to
                 her
                 fellow
                 ,
                 thou
                 dost
                 mislay
                 every
                 thing
                 in
                 the
                 house
                 ,
                 and
                 art
                 so
                 
                 busie
                 a
                 baggage
                 that
                 thou
                 canst
                 let
                 
                   nothing
                   stand
                
                 ;
                 to
                 which
                 the
                 other
                 answered
                 ,
                 and
                 you
                 are
                 so
                 way
                 ward
                 and
                 teasty
                 ,
                 that
                 a
                 little
                 thing
                 troubles
                 you
                 ,
                 and
                 puts
                 you
                 in
                 a
                 great
                 anger
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 A
                 Gentlewomans
                 answer
                 to
                 a
                 Captaine
                 .
              
               
                 IN
                 a
                 time
                 of
                 Peace
                 ,
                 a
                 Captaine
                 being
                 in
                 company
                 ,
                 where
                 after
                 dinner
                 there
                 was
                 dancing
                 ,
                 with
                 whom
                 a
                 Gentlewoman
                 was
                 desirous
                 to
                 dance
                 ,
                 the
                 Captaine
                 said
                 ,
                 he
                 was
                 made
                 to
                 fight
                 ,
                 and
                 not
                 to
                 dance
                 :
                 to
                 whom
                 she
                 answered
                 ,
                 that
                 it
                 were
                 good
                 that
                 he
                 were
                 oil'd
                 and
                 hang'd
                 up
                 in
                 an
                 Armory
                 ,
                 till
                 there
                 were
                 occasion
                 to
                 use
                 him
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Of
                 a
                 Huffing
                 Gallant
              
               
                 ONe
                 asked
                 a
                 Huffing
                 Gallant
                 ,
                 why
                 he
                 had
                 not
                 a
                 Looking-Glasse
                 in
                 his
                 Chamber
                 ,
                 he
                 answered
                 ,
                 he
                 durst
                 not
                 ,
                 because
                 he
                 was
                 often
                 angry
                 ,
                 and
                 then
                 he
                 look'd
                 so
                 terribly
                 ,
                 that
                 he
                 was
                 fearefull
                 to
                 looke
                 upon
                 himselfe
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 Of
                 a
                 fellow
                 that
                 was
                 whipt
                 .
              
               
                 THere
                 was
                 a
                 fellow
                 that
                 (
                 not
                 for
                 his
                 goodnesse
                 )
                 was
                 whipt
                 at
                 a
                 Carts-tayle
                 ;
                 and
                 in
                 his
                 execution
                 he
                 drew
                 backward
                 ,
                 to
                 whom
                 a
                 Gentleman
                 (
                 in
                 pitty
                 )
                 said
                 ,
                 Fellow
                 ,
                 do
                 not
                 draw
                 back
                 ,
                 but
                 presse
                 forward
                 ,
                 and
                 thy
                 execution
                 and
                 paines
                 will
                 be
                 the
                 sooner
                 past
                 and
                 done
                 ;
                 to
                 whom
                 the
                 Rogue
                 answered
                 ,
                 It
                 is
                 my
                 turn
                 now
                 ,
                 when
                 thou
                 art
                 whip'd
                 ,
                 do
                 thou
                 go
                 as
                 thou
                 wilt
                 ,
                 and
                 now
                 I
                 will
                 go
                 as
                 I
                 please
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Beleeve
                 it
                 if
                 you
                 list
                 .
              
               
                 ONe
                 said
                 ,
                 that
                 he
                 had
                 travaild
                 so
                 farre
                 that
                 he
                 had
                 laid
                 his
                 hand
                 upon
                 the
                 hole
                 where
                 the
                 wind
                 came
                 forth
                 :
                 a
                 second
                 said
                 ,
                 that
                 he
                 had
                 bin
                 at
                 the
                 farthest
                 edge
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 and
                 driven
                 a
                 nayle
                 quite
                 thorow
                 it
                 :
                 the
                 third
                 repli'd
                 ,
                 that
                 he
                 had
                 been
                 further
                 ,
                 for
                 he
                 was
                 then
                 on
                 the
                 other
                 side
                 of
                 the
                 world
                 ,
                 and
                 clencht
                 that
                 nayle
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 Of
                 a
                 Pope
                 .
              
               
                 THere
                 was
                 a
                 Pope
                 ,
                 who
                 being
                 dead
                 ,
                 it
                 is
                 said
                 that
                 he
                 came
                 to
                 heaven
                 gate
                 and
                 knock'd
                 ;
                 Saint
                 Peter
                 (
                 being
                 within
                 the
                 Gate
                 )
                 asked
                 who
                 was
                 there
                 :
                 The
                 Pope
                 answered
                 ,
                 Brother
                 ,
                 it
                 is
                 I
                 ,
                 I
                 am
                 the
                 last
                 Pope
                 deceased
                 ;
                 Saint
                 Peter
                 said
                 ,
                 if
                 thou
                 be
                 the
                 Pope
                 ,
                 why
                 dost
                 thou
                 knocke
                 ,
                 thou
                 having
                 the
                 Keyes
                 ,
                 mayest
                 unlocke
                 the
                 gate
                 and
                 enter
                 ?
                 The
                 Pope
                 replyed
                 ,
                 saying
                 ,
                 that
                 his
                 predecessors
                 had
                 the
                 Keyes
                 ,
                 but
                 since
                 their
                 time
                 the
                 Wards
                 were
                 altered
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 A
                 Tale
                 betwixt
                 a
                 Miser
                 and
                 a
                 poore
                 Man.
                 
              
               
                 A
                 Rich
                 Miser
                 ,
                 being
                 reviled
                 by
                 a
                 poore
                 man
                 ,
                 whom
                 he
                 had
                 oppressed
                 ;
                 the
                 rich
                 man
                 said
                 ,
                 Thou
                 Dog
                 ,
                 leave
                 thy
                 barking
                 :
                 the
                 poore
                 man
                 answered
                 ,
                 that
                 he
                 had
                 one
                 quality
                 of
                 a
                 good
                 dog
                 ,
                 which
                 was
                 ,
                 to
                 barke
                 when
                 he
                 saw
                 a
                 Thiefe
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 An
                 unhappy
                 answer
                 of
                 a
                 Boy
                 to
                 his
                 father
                 playing
                 at
                 Dice
                 .
              
               
                 A
                 Man
                 being
                 deeply
                 in
                 play
                 at
                 Dice
                 ,
                 having
                 lost
                 much
                 mony
                 ,
                 his
                 son
                 (
                 a
                 little
                 lad
                 )
                 being
                 by
                 him
                 ,
                 wept
                 ;
                 quoth
                 the
                 father
                 ,
                 Boy
                 ,
                 why
                 dost
                 thou
                 weepe
                 ?
                 the
                 Boy
                 answered
                 ,
                 that
                 he
                 had
                 read
                 that
                 Alexander
                 the
                 Great
                 ,
                 wept
                 when
                 he
                 heard
                 that
                 his
                 ●…her
                 (
                 King
                 Philip
                 )
                 had
                 conquered
                 many
                 Cities
                 ,
                 Townes
                 ,
                 and
                 Territories
                 ,
                 fearing
                 that
                 he
                 would
                 leave
                 him
                 nothing
                 ro
                 win
                 ;
                 and
                 I
                 weepe
                 the
                 contrary
                 way
                 (
                 quoth
                 the
                 boy
                 )
                 for
                 I
                 feare
                 that
                 my
                 Father
                 will
                 leave
                 me
                 nothing
                 to
                 lose
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Of
                 one
                 that
                 opprest
                 the
                 Poore
                 .
              
               
                 AN
                 Oppressor
                 having
                 feld
                 all
                 the
                 trees
                 in
                 a
                 Forrest
                 ,
                 which
                 for
                 a
                 long
                 time
                 had
                 been
                 the
                 reliefe
                 of
                 many
                 poore
                 people
                 ,
                 said
                 ,
                 that
                 it
                 was
                 as
                 good
                 as
                 a
                 Comedy
                 to
                 him
                 to
                 see
                 the
                 trees
                 fall
                 ;
                 to
                 whom
                 a
                 
                 poore
                 man
                 said
                 ,
                 I
                 hope
                 ,
                 as
                 thou
                 makest
                 a
                 Comedy
                 of
                 our
                 miseries
                 ,
                 that
                 three
                 of
                 those
                 trees
                 may
                 be
                 reserved
                 to
                 finish
                 a
                 Tragedy
                 for
                 thee
                 and
                 thy
                 children
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Of
                 one
                 that
                 forgot
                 his
                 old
                 acquaintance
                 .
              
               
                 ONe
                 lamented
                 his
                 friends
                 hard
                 fortune
                 ,
                 that
                 being
                 raised
                 to
                 a
                 place
                 of
                 honour
                 ,
                 was
                 growne
                 senselesse
                 ,
                 forgetting
                 all
                 his
                 old
                 familiar
                 acquaintance
                 ,
                 and
                 so
                 far
                 from
                 knowing
                 any
                 man
                 ,
                 that
                 he
                 knew
                 not
                 himselfe
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Of
                 Instruments
                 and
                 Engines
                 .
              
               
                 THe
                 Plough
                 surpasseth
                 the
                 Pike
                 ,
                 the
                 Harrow
                 excelleth
                 the
                 Halbert
                 ,
                 the
                 Coulter
                 exceeds
                 the
                 Cuttleax
                 ,
                 the
                 Goad
                 〈◊〉
                 better
                 then
                 the
                 Gunne
                 ;
                 for
                 the
                 one
                 〈◊〉
                 are
                 the
                 Instruments
                 of
                 life
                 and
                 profit
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 other
                 are
                 the
                 Engines
                 of
                 death
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 kinds
                 of
                 calamities
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 Either
                 shame
                 ,
                 or
                 hunger
                 .
              
               
                 A
                 Poore
                 man
                 is
                 in
                 two
                 extreames
                 :
                 first
                 ,
                 if
                 he
                 aske
                 ,
                 he
                 dyes
                 with
                 shame
                 ;
                 secondly
                 ,
                 if
                 he
                 aske
                 not
                 ,
                 hee
                 dies
                 with
                 hunger
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 An
                 Officers
                 excuse
                 .
              
               
                 ONe
                 being
                 in
                 Office
                 ,
                 was
                 reproved
                 for
                 negligence
                 ;
                 his
                 excuse
                 was
                 ,
                 that
                 it
                 was
                 his
                 best
                 policy
                 to
                 be
                 idle
                 :
                 for
                 if
                 hee
                 should
                 do
                 ill
                 ,
                 he
                 should
                 displease
                 God
                 ,
                 and
                 if
                 he
                 should
                 do
                 well
                 ,
                 he
                 should
                 offend
                 men
                 :
                 〈◊〉
                 whom
                 one
                 answered
                 ,
                 you
                 ought
                 to
                 do
                 ●…our
                 dutie
                 ,
                 for
                 in
                 well
                 doing
                 you
                 shall
                 ●●ease
                 God
                 ,
                 and
                 in
                 ill
                 doing
                 you
                 shall
                 ●…lease
                 men
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 How
                 women
                 take
                 pleasure
                 to
                 be
                 sued
                 unto
                 .
              
               
                 VVOmen
                 take
                 great
                 pleasure
                 to
                 be
                 to
                 be
                 sued
                 to
                 ,
                 though
                 they
                 never
                 meane
                 to
                 grant
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Of
                 Suites
                 in
                 Law.
                 
              
               
                 ONe
                 said
                 that
                 Suiters
                 in
                 Law
                 were
                 mortall
                 ,
                 and
                 their
                 sure
                 immortall
                 and
                 that
                 there
                 is
                 more
                 profit
                 in
                 a
                 quicke
                 deniall
                 ,
                 then
                 in
                 a
                 long
                 dispatch
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Of
                 Rome
                 .
              
               
                 A
                 Traveller
                 was
                 talking
                 what
                 a
                 good
                 City
                 Rome
                 was
                 ,
                 to
                 whom
                 one
                 of
                 the
                 company
                 said
                 ,
                 that
                 all
                 Rome
                 was
                 not
                 Italy
                 for
                 we
                 had
                 too
                 much
                 Rome
                 in
                 England
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 Irish
                 wood
                 an
                 enemy
                 to
                 Caterpillars
                 .
              
               
                 A
                 Countrey
                 Fellow
                 came
                 into
                 Westminster
                 Hall
                 ,
                 where
                 one
                 told
                 him
                 that
                 the
                 roofe
                 of
                 it
                 was
                 made
                 of
                 Irish
                 wood
                 ,
                 and
                 that
                 the
                 nature
                 of
                 it
                 was
                 such
                 ,
                 that
                 no
                 Spider
                 would
                 come
                 neere
                 it
                 ,
                 and
                 he
                 said
                 (
                 further
                 )
                 that
                 in
                 Ireland
                 ,
                 no
                 Toad
                 ,
                 Snake
                 ,
                 or
                 Caterpiller
                 can
                 live
                 ,
                 but
                 that
                 the
                 Earth
                 ,
                 or
                 the
                 Trees
                 will
                 destroy
                 them
                 :
                 Ah
                 (
                 quoth
                 the
                 Countrey
                 man
                 )
                 I
                 wish
                 with
                 all
                 my
                 heart
                 that
                 the
                 Benches
                 ,
                 Barres
                 and
                 Flooring
                 were
                 all
                 made
                 of
                 such
                 earth
                 and
                 wood
                 ,
                 and
                 that
                 all
                 Coaches
                 ,
                 Barges
                 ,
                 and
                 Wherries
                 ,
                 were
                 made
                 of
                 Irish
                 Oake
                 ,
                 that
                 all
                 our
                 English
                 Caterpillers
                 might
                 be
                 destroyed
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 
                   Thomas
                   Coriat's
                
                 complaint
                 of
                 
                   Iohn
                   Taylor
                
                 .
              
               
                 MAster
                 
                   Thomas
                   Coriat
                
                 (
                 on
                 a
                 time
                 )
                 complained
                 against
                 me
                 to
                 King
                 Iames
                 ,
                 
                 desiring
                 His
                 Majestie
                 that
                 he
                 would
                 cause
                 some
                 heavie
                 punishment
                 to
                 be
                 inflicted
                 upon
                 me
                 ,
                 for
                 abusing
                 him
                 in
                 writing
                 (
                 as
                 he
                 said
                 I
                 had
                 )
                 to
                 whom
                 the
                 King
                 replide
                 ,
                 that
                 when
                 the
                 Lords
                 of
                 His
                 Honourable
                 Privie
                 Councell
                 had
                 leisure
                 ,
                 and
                 nothing
                 else
                 to
                 do
                 ,
                 then
                 they
                 should
                 heare
                 and
                 determine
                 the
                 differences
                 betwixt
                 Master
                 Coriat
                 the
                 Scholler
                 ,
                 and
                 
                   Iohn
                   Taylor
                
                 the
                 Sculler
                 :
                 which
                 answer
                 of
                 the
                 King
                 was
                 very
                 acceptable
                 to
                 Master
                 Coriat
                 .
                 Whereupon
                 I
                 made
                 this
                 following
                 Petition
                 to
                 the
                 King.
                 
              
            
          
           
             
             
               TO
               THE
               KINGS
               MOST
               
                 Excellent
                 Majestie
              
               .
            
             
               
                 The
                 humble
                 Petition
                 of
                 
                   Iohn
                   Taylor
                
                 ,
                 your
                 Majesties
                 poore
                 Water-Poet
                 .
              
               
                 Sheweth
                 ,
              
               
                 
                   
                     MOst
                     mighty
                     Monarch
                  
                   of
                   this
                   famous
                   I
                   le
                   ,
                
                 
                   (
                   Vpon
                   the
                   knees
                   of
                   my
                   submissive
                   mind
                   )
                
                 
                   I
                   beg
                   thou
                   wilt
                   be
                   graciously
                   inclin'd
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   reade
                   these
                   lines
                   my
                   rusticke
                   Pen
                   compile
                   :
                
                 
                   Know
                   (
                   Royall
                   Sir
                   (
                   
                     Tom
                     Coriat
                  
                   works
                   the
                   wile
                   ,
                
                 
                   Your
                   high
                   displeasure
                   on
                   my
                   head
                   to
                   bring
                   ;
                
                 
                   And
                   well
                   I
                   wot
                   ,
                   the
                   sot
                   ,
                   his
                   words
                   can
                   file
                   ,
                
                 
                   In
                   hope
                   my
                   fortunes
                   head-long
                   down
                   to
                   fling
                   .
                
                 
                   The
                   King
                   ,
                   whose
                   Wisdome
                   through
                   the
                   world
                   did
                   ring
                   ,
                
                 
                   Did
                   heare
                   the
                   cause
                   of
                   two
                   offending
                   Harlots
                   ;
                
                 
                   So
                   ,
                   I
                   beseech
                   thee
                   (
                   Great
                   )
                   great
                   Britaines
                   King
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   do
                   the
                   like
                   for
                   two
                   contending
                   Varlots
                   .
                
                 
                   A
                   brace
                   of
                   Knaves
                   your
                   Majestie
                   implores
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   heare
                   their
                   suites
                   as
                   Solomon
                   heard
                   Whores
                   ,
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 A
                 Ribble-Rabble
                 of
                 Gossips
                 .
              
               
                 THe
                 space
                 of
                 a
                 fortnight
                 from
                 the
                 Bear-baiting
                 ,
                 two
                 houres
                 and
                 a
                 halfe
                 from
                 the
                 Wind-mill
                 ,
                 about
                 foure
                 of
                 the
                 Clocke
                 in
                 the
                 forenoone
                 ,
                 a
                 little
                 after
                 supper
                 in
                 the
                 morning
                 ,
                 betweene
                 old
                 mother
                 Maudlin
                 ,
                 of
                 the
                 Parish
                 of
                 Ideots
                 ,
                 Plaintiffe
                 ,
                 of
                 the
                 one
                 party
                 ,
                 and
                 
                   Gossip
                   Gitlian
                
                 ,
                 of
                 Gossips
                 Hall
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 Parish
                 of
                 Twattlebourgh
                 ,
                 of
                 the
                 other
                 party
                 ,
                 Defendant
                 .
                 A
                 mauer
                 in
                 Controversie
                 depending
                 of
                 issues
                 ,
                 whereupon
                 it
                 was
                 constulted
                 by
                 the
                 right
                 reverend
                 Matron
                 ,
                 Madam
                 Isabel
                 ,
                 that
                 Katharine
                 should
                 go
                 no
                 more
                 a
                 Maying
                 with
                 Susan
                 in
                 the
                 coole
                 of
                 the
                 Evening
                 before
                 sun-rising
                 ,
                 whereupon
                 Lister
                 took
                 the
                 matter
                 snuffe
                 ,
                 and
                 swore
                 by
                 the
                 crosse
                 of
                 Audr●…
                 Bugle-bow
                 that
                 Ione
                 should
                 jogge
                 to
                 〈…〉
                 house
                 to
                 borrow
                 her
                 poking
                 sticke
                 :
                 upon
                 this
                 Philiday
                 starts
                 up
                 very
                 jeparately
                 ,
                 and
                 commands
                 Marget
                 to
                 make
                 haste
                 to
                 
                   Rache
                   〈…〉
                
                 house
                 ,
                 and
                 borrow
                 a
                 dozen
                 of
                 left
                 handed
                 
                 spoones
                 :
                 now
                 old
                 Sibill
                 all
                 this
                 while
                 sate
                 mumping
                 like
                 a
                 Gib-Cat
                 ,
                 and
                 on
                 the
                 sudden
                 she
                 starts
                 up
                 ,
                 and
                 thrusts
                 Charity
                 out
                 of
                 doores
                 ,
                 to
                 take
                 up
                 her
                 lodging
                 where
                 shee
                 could
                 get
                 it
                 ;
                 Doll
                 being
                 much
                 offended
                 to
                 see
                 Marget
                 invited
                 to
                 Prec●●●aes
                 wedding
                 ,
                 by
                 no
                 meanes
                 could
                 suffer
                 Abigaile
                 to
                 breake
                 her
                 fa●…t
                 before
                 she
                 got
                 Victuals
                 ;
                 presently
                 Bettrice
                 whispers
                 Cicily
                 in
                 the
                 care
                 foftly
                 ,
                 that
                 all
                 the
                 company
                 heard
                 it
                 ,
                 and
                 bad
                 her
                 tell
                 Alice
                 ,
                 that
                 unlesse
                 she
                 took
                 heed
                 ,
                 the
                 pot
                 would
                 run
                 over
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 fat
                 lie
                 in
                 the
                 fire
                 ;
                 at
                 this
                 Mary
                 clap'd
                 her
                 hands
                 together
                 ,
                 and
                 entreats
                 Blanch
                 to
                 tell
                 her
                 Cozen
                 Edith
                 ,
                 how
                 shee
                 should
                 say
                 that
                 Luce
                 should
                 say
                 ,
                 that
                 Elizabeth
                 should
                 do
                 the
                 thihg
                 she
                 wots
                 of
                 .
                 Amy
                 hearing
                 all
                 this
                 with
                 a
                 judiciall
                 understanding
                 capacity
                 ,
                 at
                 last
                 tels
                 Parnell
                 ,
                 that
                 her
                 daughter
                 Rebecka
                 was
                 gone
                 to
                 lie
                 at
                 her
                 Aunt
                 Christians
                 house
                 in
                 Shooing-horne
                 Alley
                 .
                 Now
                 in
                 the
                 heat
                 of
                 all
                 this
                 businesse
                 ,
                 Barbara
                 tels
                 Frances
                 how
                 there
                 is
                 good
                 Ale
                 at
                 the
                 Labour-in-vaine
                 :
                 the
                 matter
                 being
                 brought
                 
                 to
                 this
                 passe
                 ,
                 Winifrid
                 sayes
                 that
                 her
                 goddaughter
                 Grace
                 ,
                 is
                 newly
                 brought
                 ,
                 (
                 God
                 blesse
                 the
                 child
                 )
                 and
                 that
                 Constance
                 the
                 Comfit-makers
                 wife
                 ,
                 at
                 the
                 signe
                 of
                 the
                 Spiders
                 leg
                 ,
                 must
                 be
                 Gossip
                 ;
                 out
                 alas
                 sayes
                 Temperance
                 ,
                 what
                 have
                 I
                 forgot
                 ,
                 I
                 should
                 have
                 been
                 an
                 houre
                 agone
                 at
                 Prudences
                 the
                 Laundresse
                 ,
                 to
                 have
                 taken
                 measure
                 of
                 a
                 paire
                 of
                 Cuffes
                 for
                 her
                 Maid
                 Dorcas
                 :
                 Now
                 to
                 conclude
                 the
                 businesse
                 ,
                 Martha
                 protests
                 that
                 she
                 will
                 never
                 trust
                 Thomasin
                 againe
                 while
                 she
                 lives
                 ,
                 because
                 she
                 promised
                 to
                 meet
                 her
                 at
                 Pimlico
                 ,
                 and
                 bring
                 her
                 neighbour
                 Bethya
                 with
                 her
                 ,
                 and
                 came
                 not
                 .
                 Neverthelesse
                 Faith
                 went
                 to
                 mother
                 Red-Caps
                 ,
                 &
                 by
                 the
                 way
                 metwith
                 Ioyce
                 ,
                 who
                 very
                 kindly
                 batled
                 her
                 peny
                 w
                 th
                 her
                 at
                 a
                 fat
                 Pig.
                 Well
                 quoth
                 Sara
                 ,
                 all
                 this
                 wind
                 shakes
                 no
                 corn
                 ,
                 and
                 I
                 should
                 have
                 bin
                 a
                 starching
                 Mistresse
                 Mercies
                 Lawne
                 Apron
                 ,
                 and
                 like
                 a
                 good
                 Huswife
                 I
                 am
                 prating
                 heere
                 .
                 Neighbours
                 and
                 friends
                 ,
                 quoth
                 Arbella
                 ,
                 seeing
                 the
                 matter
                 drawes
                 toward
                 so
                 good
                 a
                 conclusion
                 ,
                 let
                 's
                 een
                 have
                 the
                 tother
                 Pint
                 before
                 
                 we
                 go
                 ;
                 truly
                 sayes
                 Iane
                 ,
                 the
                 motion
                 is
                 not
                 to
                 be
                 misliked
                 ,
                 what
                 say
                 you
                 Gossip
                 Vrsula
                 truly
                 sayes
                 Ellin
                 ,
                 I
                 would
                 go
                 with
                 you
                 with
                 all
                 my
                 heart
                 ,
                 but
                 I
                 promist
                 to
                 meet
                 Lydya
                 at
                 a
                 Lector
                 that
                 we
                 might
                 take
                 a
                 neighbourly
                 nap
                 together
                 .
                 Vpon
                 this
                 rose
                 a
                 hurly
                 burly
                 ,
                 that
                 the
                 whole
                 assembly
                 dispersed
                 themselves
                 divers
                 wayes
                 ,
                 some
                 one
                 way
                 ,
                 some
                 another
                 ,
                 and
                 in
                 conclusion
                 ,
                 the
                 businesse
                 was
                 all
                 wisely
                 ended
                 as
                 it
                 was
                 begun
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
             
               A
               Beare
               .
            
             
               
                 
                   Beare
                   and
                   forbeare
                   ,
                   I
                   now
                   speake
                   of
                   the
                   Beare
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   therefore
                   (
                   Reader
                   )
                   give
                   ,
                   or
                   lend
                   an
                   Eare.
                   
                
              
            
             
               
                 FIrst
                 therefore
                 ,
                 in
                 much
                 briefenesse
                 I
                 am
                 rendring
              
               
                 Where
                 ,
                 and
                 how
                 Beares
                 have
                 breeding
                 and
                 engendring
                 ,
              
               
                 Some
                 are
                 Ossean
                 ,
                 some
                 are
                 Callidonian
                 ,
              
               
                 Some
                 
                   Aeremanthian
                   Beares
                
                 ,
                 and
                 some
                 Aemonian
                 ,
              
               
                 Some
                 rugged
                 Russians
                 ,
                 some
                 Sun-burnt
                 
                   Numidians
                   ,
                   Amphibians
                
                 )
              
               
                 And
                 lastly
                 ,
                 the
                 white
                 swimming
                 Beares
                 ,
              
               
                 Some
                 do
                 affirme
                 a
                 Beare
                 to
                 be
                 a
                 creature
                 ,
              
               
                 Whelp'd
                 like
                 a
                 lump
                 ,
                 with
                 neither
                 shape
                 or
                 feature
                 ,
              
               
                 Untill
                 the
                 Damme
                 doth
                 licke
                 it
                 into
                 fashion
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 makes
                 the
                 lamp
                 a
                 Beare
                 in
                 transformation
                 .
              
               
                 
                   As
                   Taylors
                   with
                   their
                   precious
                   wisdomes
                   Tallants
                   ,
                
              
               
                 
                   Do
                   licke
                   ,
                   and
                   Metamorphose
                   Gulls
                   to
                   Gallantt
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Whereby
                   a
                   fashion
                   oft
                   is
                   shap'd
                   (
                   by
                   chance
                   )
                
              
               
                 
                   Out
                   of
                   an
                   ill-bread
                   lumpe
                   of
                   ignorance
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   But
                   for
                   the
                
                 Beare
                 
                   he
                   keepes
                   his
                   shape
                   most
                   constant
                   ,
                
              
               
                 
                   The
                   Taylor
                   (
                   and
                   his
                   creatures
                   )
                   change
                   each
                   instant
                   ,
                
              
               
                 
                   The
                   Beare
                   keepes
                   still
                   ,
                   the
                   fashion
                   he
                   brought
                   hither
                   ,
                
              
               
                 
                   The
                   gallant
                   Gull
                   's
                   inconstant
                   ,
                   like
                   Weather
                   .
                
              
               
               
                 A
                 Beare
                 's
                 a
                 temperate
                 Beast
                 ,
                 most
                 free
                 from
                 riot
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 prudent
                 Schoolmaster
                 ,
                 of
                 sparing
                 dyet
                 ,
              
               
                 Hee
                 'le
                 live
                 foure
                 moneths
                 from
                 every
                 kind
                 of
                 meat
                 ,
              
               
                 By
                 sucking
                 of
                 his
                 left
                 foot
                 ,
                 like
                 a
                 Teat
                 .
              
               
                 
                   Which
                   is
                   an
                   abstinence
                   that
                   doth
                   require
                   ,
                
              
               
                 
                   More
                   then
                   the
                   fast
                   of
                   a
                
                 Carthusisian
                 Fryer
                 ,
              
               
                 No
                 Capuchin
                 ,
                 
                   or
                   immur'd
                
                 Anchorite
                 ,
              
               
                 
                   Did
                   never
                   (
                   so
                   much
                   )
                   curbe
                   his
                   Appetite
                   .
                
              
               
                 And
                 as
                 Beares
                 suffer
                 hunger
                 ,
                 I
                 am
                 sure
                 ,
              
               
                 No
                 beast
                 created
                 ,
                 doth
                 more
                 cold
                 endure
                 :
              
               
                 When
                 fridged
                 Boreas
                 blustring
                 blasts
                 do
                 blow
                 ,
              
               
                 Mid'st
                 Rocks
                 ,
                 of
                 hoary
                 Ice
                 ,
                 and
                 hills
                 of
                 Snow
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 worst
                 of
                 Winters
                 sharp
                 extremity
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 hardy
                 Beare
                 ,
                 abides
                 most
                 constantly
                 .
              
               
                 
                   And
                   in
                   hot
                
                 Africke
                 ,
                 
                   and
                   the
                
                 Libian
                 Coast
                 ,
              
               
                 Where
                 Phaebus
                 
                   flames
                   doth
                   seeme
                   the
                   world
                   to
                   Roast
                   :
                
              
               
                 Where
                 Negro
                 Moores
                 ,
                 
                   are
                   dride
                   and
                   blackly
                   dide
                
                 ,
              
               
                 
                   That
                   heat
                   (
                   excessive
                   )
                   there
                   the
                
                 Beare
                 
                   doth
                   bide
                
                 .
              
               
                 
                   So
                   that
                   with
                   hunger
                   ,
                   heat
                   ,
                   and
                   pinching
                   cold
                   ,
                
              
               
                 The
                 Beares
                 extremities
                 are
                 manifold
                 .
              
               
                 Being
                 growne
                 unto
                 Maturity
                 and
                 strength
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 having
                 hither
                 past
                 the
                 seas
                 ,
                 at
                 length
                 ,
              
               
                 At
                 Beare-Garden
                 ,
                 (
                 a
                 sweet
                 Ro●…untious
                 Golledge
                 )
              
               
                 Hee
                 's
                 taught
                 the
                 Rudiments
                 of
                 Art
                 and
                 knowledge
                 .
              
               
                 There
                 doth
                 he
                 learne
                 to
                 dance
                 ,
                 and
                 (
                 gravely
                 grumbling
                 )
              
               
                 To
                 fight
                 &
                 to
                 be
                 Active
                 (
                 bravely
                 tumbling
                 )
              
               
                 To
                 practise
                 wards
                 ,
                 and
                 postures
                 ,
                 to
                 and
                 fro
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 guard
                 himselfe
                 ,
                 and
                 to
                 offend
                 his
                 foe
                 ;
              
               
               
                 Upon
                 his
                 hind
                 feet
                 ,
                 Tipto
                 stiffe
                 to
                 stand
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 cuffe
                 a
                 Dog
                 off
                 with
                 his
                 foot-like
                 hand
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 afterwards
                 (
                 for
                 recreations
                 sake
                 )
              
               
                 Practise
                 to
                 run
                 the
                 Ring
                 about
                 the
                 stake
                 .
              
               
                 Whilst
                 showts
                 ,
                 and
                 Mastives
                 mouthes
                 do
                 fill
                 the
                 sky
              
               
                 That
                 sure
                 Acteon
                 ne're
                 had
                 such
                 a
                 cry
                 .
              
               
                 Thus
                 Beares
                 do
                 please
                 the
                 hearing
                 and
                 the
                 sight
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 sure
                 their
                 sent
                 will
                 any
                 man
                 invite
                 :
              
               
                 
                   For
                   whosoer'e
                   spends
                   most
                   ,
                   shall
                   finde
                   this
                   fauour
                   ,
                
              
               
                 
                   That
                   by
                   the
                
                 Beares
                 
                   and
                   Dogs
                   ,
                   hee
                   's
                   made
                   a
                   savour
                   .
                
              
               
                 And
                 as
                 a
                 Common-wealth
                 ,
                 (
                 oft
                 by
                 Ill-willers
                 ;
                 )
              
               
                 Is
                 vex'd
                 by
                 prowling
                 knaves
                 ,
                 and
                 Caterpillars
                 ,
              
               
                 So
                 is
                 a
                 Beare
                 (
                 which
                 is
                 a
                 quiet
                 Beast
                 )
              
               
                 By
                 Curres
                 and
                 Mungrels
                 ,
                 oftentimes
                 opprest
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 tyde
                 to
                 what
                 he
                 doth
                 hee
                 's
                 bound
                 to
                 see
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 best
                 and
                 worst
                 of
                 all
                 their
                 cruelty
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 for
                 mens
                 monies
                 ,
                 what
                 shift
                 ere
                 they
                 make
                 for
                 't
                 ,
              
               
                 What
                 ere
                 is
                 laid
                 or
                 paid
                 ,
                 the
                 Beare
                 's
                 at
                 stake
                 for
                 't
                 .
              
               
                 Though
                 he
                 be
                 hardly
                 drawne
                 to
                 't
                 ,
                 'gainst
                 his
                 will
                 ,
              
               
                 Hee
                 's
                 bound
                 to
                 see
                 and
                 beare
                 ,
                 and
                 bide
                 much
                 ill
                 ;
              
               
                 Besides
                 the
                 baiting
                 of
                 a
                 Beare
                 is
                 rare
                 ,
              
               
                 Unlike
                 the
                 baiting
                 of
                 a
                 Horse
                 or
                 Mare
                 :
              
               
                 The
                 Horse
                 hath
                 Provender
                 ,
                 and
                 Hey
                 for
                 Bait
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 doth
                 in
                 peace
                 and
                 quiet
                 eate
                 his
                 meat
                 ;
              
               
                 When
                 as
                 the
                 Beare
                 ,
                 is
                 Tugg'd
                 ,
                 Lugg'd
                 ,
                 Bit
                 &
                 Beaten
              
               
                 And
                 eates
                 no
                 Bait
                 ,
                 but
                 likely
                 to
                 be
                 Eaten
                 .
              
               
                 A
                 Beare
                 is
                 like
                 a
                 Watchman
                 by
                 his
                 coat
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 weares
                 a
                 Rugge-Gowne
                 alwayes
                 (
                 if
                 you
                 note
                 ,
                 )
              
               
               
                 And
                 (
                 like
                 a
                 Watchman
                 )
                 oft
                 a
                 Beare
                 will
                 be
              
               
                 As
                 mannerly
                 ,
                 and
                 watch
                 as
                 well
                 as
                 he
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 as
                 a
                 grumbling
                 Officer
                 may
                 weare
              
               
                 A
                 Collor
                 and
                 a
                 Chaine
                 ,
                 so
                 doth
                 a
                 Beare
                 .
              
               
                 'T
                 is
                 writ
                 by
                 Authors
                 (
                 Philosophicall
                 )
              
               
                 How
                 that
                 a
                 Beare
                 is
                 usefull
                 ,
                 Physicall
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 Agues
                 ,
                 and
                 hot
                 Feavers
                 ,
                 take
                 his
                 haire
                 ,
              
               
                 His
                 Greace
                 (
                 or
                 Lard
                 )
                 will
                 aking
                 Limbes
                 repaire
                 :
              
               
                 His
                 Marrow
                 strengthens
                 ,
                 (
                 if
                 you
                 do
                 annoint
                 )
              
               
                 Shrunk
                 Sinewes
                 ,
                 Nerves
                 ,
                 or
                 an
                 enfeebled
                 joint
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 oyle
                 boyl'd
                 from
                 his
                 feet
                 will
                 operate
              
               
                 The
                 Gowtes
                 tormenting
                 much
                 to
                 mitigate
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 when
                 man
                 's
                 in
                 consumption
                 ,
                 like
                 to
                 pine
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Bears
                 pith's
                 good
                 ,
                 that
                 grows
                 amidst
                 his
                 Chine
                 .
              
               
                 A
                 Beares
                 skin
                 Tann'd
                 it
                 'h
                 haire
                 ,
                 is
                 for
                 a
                 bed
              
               
                 Better
                 then
                 Blanquet
                 ,
                 Rugg
                 ,
                 or
                 Coverled
                 .
              
               
                 A
                 Beares
                 Teeth
                 ,
                 Painters
                 in
                 high
                 price
                 do
                 hold
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 make
                 them
                 Instruments
                 to
                 gild
                 with
                 gold
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 for
                 his
                 Furre
                 it
                 is
                 such
                 ex'lent
                 stuffe
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 Many
                 a
                 Lady
                 weares
                 it
                 in
                 a
                 Muffe
                 ;
              
               
                 Dry
                 a
                 Beares
                 Liver
                 ,
                 and
                 to
                 Powder
                 beat
                 it
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 let
                 a
                 Maid
                 of
                 forty
                 five
                 yeares
                 eat
                 it
                 ;
              
               
                 Although
                 a
                 thousand
                 false
                 Knaves
                 would
                 deceive
                 her
              
               
                 Yet
                 she
                 shall
                 keep
                 her
                 Maidenhead
                 for
                 ever
                 .
              
               
                 Thus
                 having
                 shew'd
                 of
                 Beares
                 their
                 sundry
                 breeding
              
               
                 Their
                 formes
                 ,
                 their
                 admirable
                 sparing
                 feeding
                 :
              
               
                 Their
                 patience
                 ,
                 courage
                 ,
                 temperance
                 ,
                 sortitude
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 many
                 vertues
                 that
                 have
                 them
                 endu'd
                 ,
              
               
               
                 For
                 feare
                 I
                 should
                 mens
                 patience
                 much
                 offend
                 ,
              
               
                 I
                 le
                 give
                 one
                 short
                 touch
                 more
                 and
                 make
                 an
                 end
                 .
              
               
                 Then
                 for
                 the
                 further
                 honour
                 of
                 the
                 Beares
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 (
                 with
                 the
                 stars
                 )
                 are
                 mounted
                 in
                 their
                 Sphears
                 :
              
               
                 There
                 
                   Vrsa
                   Major
                
                 in
                 the
                 firmament
                 ,
              
               
                 Is
                 stellifide
                 ,
                 a
                 glorious
                 ornament
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 there
                 ,
                 the
                 little
                 Beare
                 ,
                 (
                 a
                 starre
                 more
                 finer
                 )
              
               
                 Is
                 call'd
                 Artophilax
                 ,
                 or
                 
                   Vrsa
                   Minor
                
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 who
                 so
                 reads
                 the
                 second
                 part
                 of
                 Ovid
                 ,
              
               
                 There
                 shall
                 they
                 finde
                 (
                 what
                 here
                 is
                 writ
                 )
                 approved
                 .
              
               
                 Now
                 once
                 againe
                 ,
                 pray
                 lend
                 your
                 eyes
                 and
                 eares
                 ,
              
               
                 I
                 le
                 write
                 of
                 baiting
                 of
                 the
                 Bulls
                 and
                 Beares
                 .
              
               
                 It
                 is
                 a
                 Game
                 so
                 ancient
                 ,
                 that
                 I
                 wot
              
               
                 Records
                 can
                 scarce
                 shew
                 when
                 we
                 usde
                 it
                 not
                 .
              
               
                 Except
                 now
                 ,
                 in
                 these
                 sad
                 infectious
                 times
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 heav'ns
                 just
                 hand
                 doth
                 plague
                 us
                 for
                 our
                 crimes
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Game
                 is
                 by
                 authority
                 supprest
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 Beares
                 ,
                 and
                 Bulls
                 ,
                 and
                 Dogs
                 ,
                 have
                 too
                 much
                 rest
                 ,
              
               
                 Through
                 want
                 of
                 baiting
                 growne
                 to
                 such
                 a
                 straine
                 ,
              
               
                 (
                 Hard
                 to
                 be
                 tam'd
                 ,
                 or
                 brought
                 in
                 frame
                 againe
                 )
              
               
                 Almost
                 all
                 mad
                 for
                 want
                 of
                 exercise
                 ,
              
               
                 Filling
                 the
                 Aire
                 with
                 roaring
                 and
                 with
                 cries
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 those
                 who
                 neer
                 the
                 Bear-Garden
                 are
                 dwelling
              
               
                 Do
                 heare
                 such
                 bellowing
                 bawling
                 ,
                 yawling
                 ,
                 yelling
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 if
                 Hell
                 were
                 broake
                 loose
                 ,
                 or
                 (
                 truth
                 to
                 speake
                 )
              
               
                 The
                 Devils
                 at
                 foot-ball
                 were
                 or
                 Barley-breake
                 .
              
               
                 There
                 's
                 three
                 couragious
                 Bulls
                 ,
                 as
                 ever
                 plaid
                 ,
              
               
                 Twenty
                 good
                 Beares
                 ,
                 as
                 er'e
                 to
                 stake
                 was
                 taid
                 ,
              
               
               
                 And
                 seventy
                 Mastives
                 of
                 such
                 Breed
                 and
                 Races
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 from
                 fierce
                 Lions
                 will
                 not
                 turne
                 their
                 faces
                 ;
              
               
                 A
                 male
                 and
                 female
                 Ape
                 (
                 kind
                 Jacke
                 and
                 Jugge
                 )
              
               
                 Who
                 with
                 sweet
                 complement
                 do
                 kisse
                 and
                 hugge
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 lastly
                 there
                 is
                 Jacke
                 an
                 Apes
                 his
                 Horse
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 Beast
                 of
                 fiery
                 fortitude
                 and
                 force
                 .
              
               
                 As
                 for
                 the
                 Game
                 I
                 boldly
                 dare
                 relate
                 ,
              
               
                 'T
                 is
                 not
                 for
                 Boyes
                 ,
                 or
                 fooles
                 effeminate
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 whoso'ere
                 comes
                 thither
                 ,
                 most
                 and
                 least
                 ,
              
               
                 May
                 see
                 and
                 learne
                 some
                 courage
                 from
                 a
                 Beast
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 't
                 is
                 not
                 only
                 a
                 base
                 Rabble
                 Crew
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 thither
                 comes
                 ,
                 It
                 may
                 be
                 proved
                 true
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 to
                 the
                 Beare-Garden
                 comes
                 now
                 and
                 than
                 ,
              
               
                 Some
                 Gamesters
                 worth
                 ten
                 thousand
                 pounds
                 a
                 man.
              
               
                 For
                 rough
                 behaviour
                 that
                 's
                 no
                 great
                 disgrace
                 ,
              
               
                 There
                 's
                 more
                 hors-play
                 us'd
                 at
                 each
                 deere
                 hors-race
                 ,
              
               
                 More
                 heads
                 ,
                 or
                 legs
                 ,
                 or
                 necks
                 ,
                 are
                 broake
                 each
                 day
                 ,
              
               
                 At
                 Cards
                 ,
                 Dice
                 ,
                 Tables
                 ,
                 Bowles
                 ,
                 or
                 foot-ball-play
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Game
                 hath
                 been
                 maintain'd
                 ,
                 and
                 will
                 ,
                 we
                 hope
              
               
                 Be
                 so
                 againe
                 (
                 now
                 favour
                 gives
                 it
                 scope
                 )
              
               
                 For
                 Kings
                 ,
                 for
                 Princes
                 ,
                 for
                 Ambassadors
                 ,
              
               
                 Both
                 for
                 our
                 Countreym●…n
                 ,
                 and
                 forreigners
                 .
              
               
                 Which
                 hath
                 been
                 held
                 ,
                 a
                 Royalty
                 and
                 Game
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 (
                 though
                 ecclips'd
                 )
                 will
                 be
                 againe
                 the
                 same
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 now
                 (
                 to
                 make
                 an
                 end
                 )
                 must
                 be
                 explain'd
                 ,
              
               
                 How
                 it
                 the
                 name
                 of
                 Paris-Garden
                 gan'd
                 :
              
               
                 The
                 name
                 of
                 it
                 was
                 from
                 a
                 Royall
                 Boy
                 ,
              
               
                 (
                 Brave
                 Illions
                 fire-brand
                 ,
                 wracke
                 and
                 sacke
                 of
                 Troy
                 )
              
               
               
               
               
               
               
                 Paris
                 (
                 King
                 Priams
                 sonne
                 )
                 a
                 sucking
                 child
                 ,
              
               
                 Was
                 throwne
                 away
                 into
                 the
                 woods
                 so
                 wilde
                 ,
              
               
                 There
                 that
                 young
                 Prince
                 was
                 cast
                 to
                 live
                 or
                 perish
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 there
                 a
                 Bear
                 with
                 sucke
                 ,
                 the
                 babe
                 did
                 cherish
                 ;
              
               
                 And
                 as
                 a
                 rare
                 memoriall
                 of
                 the
                 same
                 ,
              
               
                 From
                 
                   Paris
                   ,
                   Paris-Garden
                
                 hath
                 the
                 name
                 .
              
               
                 Those
                 that
                 will
                 not
                 beleeve
                 it
                 ,
                 let
                 them
                 go
              
               
                 To
                 France
                 ,
                 in
                 Paris
                 ,
                 they
                 may
                 find
                 it
                 so
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 if
                 not
                 there
                 ,
                 let
                 them
                 looke
                 narrowly
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 
                   Matthew
                   Paris
                
                 famous
                 History
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 that
                 we
                 have
                 obtain'd
                 againe
                 the
                 Game
                 ,
              
               
                 Our
                 Paris-Garden
                 Flag
                 proclaimes
                 the
                 same
                 .
              
               
                 Our
                 Beares
                 ,
                 and
                 Bulls
                 ,
                 and
                 Dogs
                 ,
                 in
                 former
                 state
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 streets
                 of
                 London
                 do
                 perambulate
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 honest
                 sport
                 ,
                 and
                 lawfull
                 merriment
                 ,
              
               
                 Shall
                 thrice
                 a
                 weeke
                 be
                 shew'd
                 ,
                 to
                 give
                 content
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
             
               Heere
               followes
               the
               Names
               of
               the
               Bulls
               and
               Beares
               at
               the
               Beare-Garden
               now
               .
            
             
               
                 The
                 Bulls
                 are
                 ,
              
               
                 1
                 Goldilocks
                 .
              
               
                 2
                 Emperour
                 .
              
               
                 3
                 Dash.
                 
              
               
                 4
                 Iugler
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 Beares
                 are
                 ,
              
               
                 1
                 Ned
                 of
                 Canterbury
                 .
              
               
                 2
                 George
                 of
                 Cambridge
                 .
              
               
                 3
                 Don
                 Iohn
                 .
              
               
                 4
                 Ben
                 Hunt.
                 
              
               
                 5
                 Nan
                 Stiles
                 .
              
               
                 6
                 Beefe
                 of
                 Ipswich
                 .
              
               
                 7
                 Robin
                 Hood
                 .
              
               
                 8
                 Blind
                 Robin
                 .
              
               
               
                 9
                 Iudith
                 of
                 Cambridge
                 .
              
               
                 10
                 Besse
                 Hill.
                 
              
               
                 11
                 Kate
                 of
                 Kent
                 .
              
               
                 12
                 Rose
                 of
                 Bedlam
                 .
              
               
                 13
                 Nan
                 Talbot
                 .
              
               
                 14
                 Mall
                 Cut-Purse
                 .
              
               
                 15
                 Nell
                 of
                 Holland
                 .
              
               
                 
                   
                     two
                     white
                     Beares
                     .
                  
                   
                     16
                     Mad
                     Besse
                  
                   
                     17
                     Will
                     Tookey
                  
                
              
               
                 18
                 Besse
                 Runner
                 .
              
               
                 19
                 Tom
                 Dogged
                 .
              
            
             
               If
               any
               will
               have
               one
               of
               these
               ,
               or
               some
               ,
               Or
               all
               ,
               let
               them
               to
               our
               Beare-Garden
               come
               :
               These
               beasts
               are
               for
               their
               service
               bound
               ,
               &
               〈◊〉
               And
               there
               their
               pleasures
               may
               be
               satisfide
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               Vpon
               the
               goodnesse
               of
               a
               worthinesse
               of
               Horses
               ,
               with
               a
               merry
               touch
               of
               the
               Beare-Garden
               Palfrey
               ,
               or
               Jacke-an-Apes
               his
               Horse
               .
            
             
               
                 MY
                 Muse
                 is
                 Mounted
                 'twixt
                 the
                 soaring
                 wings
              
               
                 Of
                 Pegasus
                 ,
                 who
                 bravely
                 flies
                 and
                 flings
              
               
                 Through
                 ayre
                 ,
                 through
                 clouds
                 ,
                 through
                 sun-shine
                 ,
                 &
                 descries
              
               
                 Each
                 earthly
                 Regions
                 Rare
                 Varieties
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 numbers
                 infinite
                 ,
                 of
                 sundry
                 creatures
                 ,
              
               
                 Their
                 strange
                 diversity
                 in
                 formes
                 and
                 Natures
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 as
                 in
                 gliding
                 flight
                 ,
                 I
                 swiftly
                 soare
              
               
                 Or'e
                 Sun-burnt
                 Africke
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 Libian
                 shore
                 ,
              
               
                 There
                 (
                 with
                 much
                 pleasure
                 )
                 I
                 did
                 cast
                 mine
                 eye
              
               
                 Upon
                 the
                 well-made
                 Horse
                 of
                 Barbarie
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 crossing
                 or'e
                 the
                 Mediterran
                 Maine
                 ,
              
               
                 I
                 saw
                 the
                 prauncing
                 Jennet
                 of
                 proud
                 Spaine
                 ,
              
               
                 straight
                 the
                 Iberian
                 fume
                 of
                 Aristippus
                 ,
              
               
                 ●…url'd
                 us
                 to
                 Greece
                 ,
                 and
                 there
                 I
                 view'd
                 their
                 Hippos
                 .
              
               
               
                 Then
                 back
                 or'e
                 Italy
                 amaine
                 we
                 flew
                 ,
              
               
                 Whereas
                 their
                 fierce
                 Cavallo
                 I
                 did
                 view
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 Naples
                 I
                 the
                 Courser
                 brave
                 espide
                 ,
              
               
                 Thence
                 ,
                 we
                 or'e
                 Almaine
                 ,
                 and
                 low
                 Belgia
                 glide
                 ,
              
               
                 There
                 my
                 Muse
                 saw
                 the
                 bounding
                 Palfrey
                 Prancē
                 ,
              
               
                 From
                 thence
                 my
                 wing'd
                 horse
                 bore
                 me
                 over
                 France
              
               
                 There
                 foaming
                 fiery
                 hot
                 the
                 gallant
                 Gaul
                 ,
              
               
                 Did
                 daunce
                 Corantoes
                 with
                 his
                 
                   Frenth
                   Chevall
                
                 .
              
               
                 Then
                 or'e
                 Hibernia
                 ,
                 we
                 tooke
                 speedy
                 flight
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 there
                 the
                 
                   Irish
                   Hobby
                
                 pleas'd
                 my
                 sight
                 ,
              
               
                 Then
                 my
                 Pegasian
                 wings
                 began
                 to
                 flag
                 ,
              
               
                 I
                 view'd
                 the
                 
                   English
                   Steed
                
                 ,
                 and
                 
                   Scottish
                   Nag
                
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 as
                 the
                 heat
                 of
                 blood
                 my
                 Bcast
                 inflames
              
               
                 He
                 kick'd
                 and
                 threw
                 me
                 headlong
                 into
                 *
                 Thames
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 as
                 I
                 fell
                 ,
                 his
                 hoofe
                 bestow'd
                 a
                 wince
                 ,
              
               
                 Upon
                 my
                 pate
                 ,
                 and
                 there
                 's
                 the
                 marke
                 ere
                 since
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 gentle
                 River
                 at
                 my
                 fall
                 did
                 grieve
                 ,
              
               
                 Set
                 me
                 on
                 land
                 safe
                 ,
                 gave
                 me
                 meanes
                 to
                 live
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 Pegasus
                 inspir'd
                 me
                 with
                 his
                 heele
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 ever
                 since
                 an
                 itching
                 vaine
                 I
                 feele
                 ,
              
               
                 Of
                 sprightfull
                 Poesie
                 ,
                 though
                 not
                 so
                 well
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 men
                 may
                 say
                 I
                 therein
                 do
                 excell
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 I
                 can
                 do
                 (
                 as
                 many
                 more
                 have
                 done
                 )
              
               
                 Bring
                 Reames
                 of
                 Paper
                 to
                 confusion
                 .
              
               
                 Nor
                 doth
                 my
                 Muse
                 rejoyce
                 in
                 merriments
                 ,
              
               
                 Drawne
                 from
                 wits
                 sorded
                 obsceane
                 excrements
                 ;
              
               
               
                 I
                 le
                 curbe
                 her
                 in
                 ,
                 from
                 medling
                 with
                 the
                 State
                 ,
              
               
                 Or
                 libelling
                 'gainst
                 men
                 infortunate
                 ,
              
               
                 I
                 meane
                 to
                 keep
                 my
                 eares
                 upon
                 my
                 head
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 on
                 mens
                 miseries
                 I
                 scorne
                 to
                 tread
                 .
              
               
                 I
                 have
                 observ'd
                 no
                 proud
                 man
                 ever
                 yet
                 ,
              
               
                 Did
                 any
                 thing
                 but
                 ruine
                 ,
                 and
                 hatred
                 get
                 ;
              
               
                 I
                 know
                 obedience
                 ,
                 and
                 humilitie
                 ,
              
               
                 Is
                 best
                 with
                 all
                 belov'd
                 tranquilitie
                 ,
              
               
                 I
                 know
                 the
                 lawes
                 guard
                 me
                 from
                 mischiefes
                 Jawes
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 lawes
                 I
                 love
                 ,
                 &
                 those
                 that
                 made
                 those
                 lawes
              
               
                 Nor
                 shall
                 my
                 lines
                 (
                 for
                 things
                 indifferent
                 )
              
               
                 In
                 Church
                 or
                 Common-wealth
                 er'e
                 make
                 a
                 rent
                 .
              
               
                 Thus
                 Pegasus
                 did
                 to
                 Pernassus
                 soare
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 on
                 the
                 Thames
                 I
                 got
                 a
                 healthfull
                 Oare
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 ofttimes
                 I
                 have
                 us'd
                 ,
                 and
                 will
                 againe
                 ,
              
               
                 Meane
                 time
                 I
                 le
                 use
                 the
                 vigour
                 of
                 my
                 braine
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 Homer
                 writ
                 the
                 warres
                 of
                 Mice
                 and
                 Frogs
                 ,
              
               
                 So
                 I
                 (
                 his
                 Ape
                 )
                 do
                 write
                 of
                 Beares
                 and
                 Dogs
                 :
              
               
                 Of
                 Bulls
                 ,
                 and
                 Bulls
                 begot
                 by
                 word
                 of
                 mouth
              
               
                 Of
                 Horses
                 ,
                 and
                 some
                 Tales
                 of
                 age
                 and
                 youth
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 now
                 my
                 Muse
                 againe
                 begins
                 to
                 mount
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Horses
                 excellency
                 to
                 recount
                 ,
              
               
                 You
                 famous
                 Palfreyes
                 of
                 the
                 flaming
                 Sunne
                 ,
              
               
                 (
                 That
                 scorn'd
                 the
                 management
                 of
                 Phaeton
                 )
              
               
                 Who
                 with
                 the
                 heat
                 of
                 Sol's
                 bright
                 Axelltree
              
               
                 Caus'd
                 all
                 this
                 under
                 world
                 on
                 fire
                 to
                 be
                 ;
              
               
                 (
                 I
                 know
                 the
                 morall
                 meaning
                 of
                 the
                 same
                 ,
              
               
                 Is
                 ,
                 man
                 should
                 not
                 beyond
                 true
                 reason
                 ayme
                 .
                 )
              
               
               
                 Let
                 
                   Ecus
                   ,
                   Phlegon
                   ,
                   Aethon
                
                 ,
                 and
                 Piruis
                 ,
              
               
                 Apolloes
                 golden
                 Teame
                 Assist
                 my
                 Muse
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 't
                 is
                 no
                 matter
                 ,
                 keepe
                 your
                 daily
                 course
                 ,
              
               
                 Without
                 your
                 aide
                 my
                 wit
                 is
                 nere
                 the
                 worse
                 ;
              
               
                 Whilst
                 you
                 are
                 reeking
                 with
                 celestiall
                 sweat
              
               
                 I
                 ,
                 of
                 Terrestriall
                 Horses
                 meane
                 to
                 treat
                 .
              
               
                 A
                 Horse
                 (
                 of
                 all
                 the
                 Beasts
                 beneath
                 the
                 skie
                 )
              
               
                 Is
                 best
                 ,
                 and
                 most
                 for
                 mans
                 commodity
                 :
              
               
                 His
                 exact
                 making
                 gives
                 the
                 eye
                 delight
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 body
                 brave
                 ,
                 lin'd
                 with
                 a
                 noble
                 sprite
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 though
                 he
                 knew
                 no
                 reson
                 ,
                 or
                 a
                 mind
                 ,
              
               
                 Yet
                 unto
                 man
                 hee
                 's
                 tractably
                 enclin'd
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 dangerous
                 war
                 ,
                 the
                 Horse
                 the
                 brunt
                 doth
                 carry
                 ,
              
               
                 Where
                 every
                 Rider
                 seemes
                 a
                 Sagitary
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 peace
                 ,
                 a
                 Horse
                 for
                 state
                 ,
                 for
                 Tilt
                 or
                 Tourney
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 quicke
                 dispatch
                 ,
                 or
                 ease
                 in
                 any
                 journey
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 pleasure
                 ,
                 carriage
                 ,
                 and
                 for
                 husbandry
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Horse
                 doth
                 furnish
                 our
                 necessity
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 poorest
                 Horse
                 that
                 is
                 ,
                 or
                 ever
                 was
                 ,
              
               
                 Doth
                 much
                 more
                 service
                 then
                 the
                 golden
                 Asse
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 's
                 deck'd
                 with
                 borrowed
                 trappings
                 ,
                 yet
                 such
                 beasts
                 ,
              
               
                 Advance
                 audaciously
                 their
                 brainlesse
                 Crests
                 ,
              
               
                 Neere
                 where
                 the
                 Princely
                 Lyon
                 doth
                 resort
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 there
                 in
                 pride
                 and
                 sensuall
                 lust
                 do
                 snort
                 ,
              
               
                 Yet
                 can
                 they
                 not
                 out
                 strip
                 all
                 beasts
                 so
                 farr
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 Wisdomes
                 eye
                 perceives
                 them
                 what
                 they
                 are
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 hunting
                 Horse
                 is
                 of
                 good
                 use
                 for
                 pleasure
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Sumpter
                 Horse
                 doth
                 understand
                 the
                 treasure
                 .
              
               
               
                 The
                 Mill-horse
                 hath
                 an
                 endlesse
                 journey
                 (
                 round
                 )
              
               
                 The
                 Pack-horse
                 overladen
                 measures
                 ground
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Mare
                 and
                 Gelding
                 servesour
                 businesse
                 well
                 ,
              
               
                 Whilst
                 (
                 for
                 poore
                 Hackneyes
                 )
                 England
                 is
                 a
                 Hell.
              
               
                 And
                 what
                 's
                 a
                 Horses
                 gaine
                 for
                 all
                 his
                 paine
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 bread
                 ,
                 grasse
                 ,
                 hay
                 ,
                 oats
                 ,
                 or
                 such
                 kind
                 of
                 Graine
                 ,
                 tyres
                 .
              
               
                 That
                 is
                 the
                 
                   summum
                   bonum
                
                 ,
                 he
                 desires
                 ,
              
               
                 Through
                 want
                 of
                 which
                 there
                 's
                 many
                 a
                 good
                 Horse
              
               
                 I
                 have
                 seene
                 Gallants
                 (
                 three
                 parts
                 drunke
                 almost
                 )
              
               
                 *
                 Ride
                 ,
                 as
                 they
                 meant
                 to
                 see
                 the
                 Devill
                 in
                 post
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 when
                 they
                 to
                 their
                 journies
                 end
                 have
                 come
                 ,
              
               
                 Their
                 horses
                 mucky
                 wet
                 ,
                 with
                 sweat
                 and
                 foame
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Riders
                 fall
                 unto
                 their
                 drinking
                 vaine
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Ostler
                 walkes
                 the
                 Horse
                 a
                 turne
                 or
                 twaine
                 ,
              
               
                 Their
                 jawes
                 tyde
                 up
                 unto
                 the
                 empty
                 Racke
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 whilst
                 their
                 Riders
                 smoake
                 ,
                 and
                 swallow
                 sack
                 ,
              
               
                 Quaffes
                 ,
                 capers
                 ,
                 sings
                 a
                 Katch
                 ,
                 a
                 round
                 ,
                 or
                 Ditty
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 leaves
                 the
                 Horse
                 unto
                 the
                 Hostlers
                 pitty
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 so
                 the
                 jades
                 of
                 meat
                 do
                 get
                 such
                 store
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 Lazarus
                 once
                 had
                 at
                 the
                 Gluttons
                 dore
                 .
              
               
                 Thus
                 many
                 a
                 good
                 Horse
                 proves
                 a
                 jade
                 indeed
              
               
                 Being
                 over
                 rid
                 ,
                 and
                 want
                 whereon
                 to
                 feed
                 ,
              
               
                 All
                 those
                 that
                 to
                 a
                 beast
                 beares
                 such
                 a
                 mind
                 ,
              
               
                 I
                 wish
                 them
                 all
                 so
                 served
                 in
                 their
                 kind
                 .
              
               
                 There
                 's
                 many
                 wayes
                 ,
                 mens
                 barbarous
                 cruelty
                 ,
              
               
                 Doth
                 cause
                 diseases
                 multiplicity
              
               
                 To
                 be
                 in
                 Horses
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 damned
                 Trade
              
               
                 To
                 sell
                 a
                 Botch'd
                 sophisticated
                 jade
                 ,
              
               
               
                 In
                 *
                 Smithfield
                 is
                 in
                 practise
                 twice
                 a
                 weeke
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 that
                 beleeves
                 me
                 not
                 ,
                 let
                 him
                 go
                 seeke
                 .
              
               
                 There
                 shall
                 he
                 see
                 the
                 ambler
                 made
                 to
                 trot
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 lame
                 and
                 founderd
                 ,
                 lusty
                 ,
                 (
                 being
                 hot
                 )
              
               
                 The
                 trotter
                 shall
                 be
                 forc'd
                 with
                 ease
                 to
                 amble
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 through
                 the
                 horsemarket
                 shall
                 be
                 such
                 scamble
              
               
                 With
                 galloping
                 ,
                 and
                 trotting
                 ,
                 ambling
                 ,
                 pacing
                 ,
              
               
                 Most
                 odious
                 swearing
                 ,
                 lying
                 ,
                 and
                 out-facing
                 ,
              
               
                 Such
                 dawbing
                 horses
                 griefes
                 with
                 counterfeiting
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 hee
                 's
                 a
                 cunning
                 buyer
                 scapes
                 their
                 cheating
                 .
              
               
                 In
                 ancient
                 times
                 ,
                 horses
                 much
                 fame
                 did
                 gaine
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 Poets
                 and
                 Historians
                 do
                 maintaine
                 :
              
               
                 Besides
                 the
                 swist
                 skie-scalding
                 Pegasus
                 ,
              
               
                 Great
                 Alexander
                 had
                 Bucephalus
                 ,
              
               
                 Reinoldo
                 had
                 his
                 Bayard
                 ,
                 and
                 there
                 are
                 ,
              
               
                 Names
                 giv'n
                 to
                 horses
                 ,
                 both
                 in
                 peace
                 and
                 war.
              
               
                 But
                 leaving
                 stately
                 horses
                 ,
                 it
                 is
                 found
                 †
              
               
                 The
                 Bear-garden
                 is
                 circular
                 ,
                 or
                 rovnd
                 ,
              
               
                 Where
                 Iack-an-Apes
                 his
                 horse
                 doth
                 swiftly
                 run
              
               
                 His
                 circuit
                 ,
                 like
                 the
                 horses
                 of
                 the
                 Snn.
              
               
                 And
                 quicke
                 as
                 lightning
                 ,
                 his
                 will
                 trace
                 and
                 track
                 ,
              
               
                 Making
                 that
                 endlesse
                 round
                 his
                 Zodiacke
                 ,
              
               
                 Which
                 Iacke
                 (
                 his
                 Rider
                 )
                 bravely
                 rides
                 a
                 straddle
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 in
                 his
                 hot
                 Careere
                 perfumes
                 the
                 saddle
                 ;
              
               
               
                 Hee
                 's
                 active
                 ,
                 and
                 hee
                 's
                 passive
                 in
                 his
                 pace
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 sprung
                 from
                 ancient
                 and
                 approved
                 race
                 ,
              
               
                 His
                 grandsires
                 grandsire
                 ,
                 was
                 begot
                 perforce
                 ,
              
               
                 Between
                 the
                 Night-mare
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 
                   Trojan
                   Horse
                
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 female
                 Horse
                 of
                 Sinon
                 ,
                 in
                 whose
                 wombe
              
               
                 A
                 hundred
                 well-arm'd
                 mad
                 Colts
                 had
                 their
                 roome
                 ,
              
               
                 Wch
                 being
                 foald
                 ,
                 spoild
                 Troy
                 ,
                 with
                 sword
                 &
                 flame
                 ,
              
               
                 and
                 from
                 that
                 Jade
                 ,
                 our
                 jade
                 descent
                 doth
                 claime
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 (
                 as
                 his
                 parents
                 oft
                 have
                 done
                 before
                 )
              
               
                 He
                 alvvayes
                 keepes
                 a
                 jadish
                 tricke
                 in
                 store
                 .
              
            
          
           
             FINIS
             .
          
        
         
      
    
     
       
         Notes, typically marginal, from the original text
         
           Notes for div A13429-e240
           
             *
             *
             I
             unumerable
             are
             the
             people
             and
             families
             that
             live
             by
             the
             Bull
             ,
             and
             the
             Bulls
             off-spring
             .
          
        
         
           Notes for div A13429-e10950
           
             *
             *
             Pegasus
             cast
             me
             off
             his
             backe
             ,
             and
             I
             sell
             into
             the
             Thames
             ,
             which
             was
             the
             cause
             I
             serv'd
             an
             apprentiship
             to
             be
             a
             Waterman
             .
          
           
             *
             *
             The
             had
             usage
             of
             unconscionable
             riders
             to
             horses
             
          
           
             *
             *
             Much
             cheeting
             in
             Smithfield
             ,
             in
             buying
             and
             selling
             Horses
             .
          
           
             †
             †
             Vpon
             the
             Bearegarden
             Horse
             .