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         Taylor, John, 1580-1653.
      
       
         
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             The colde tearme, or, The frozen age, or, The metamorphosis of the Riuer of Thames
             Taylor, John, 1580-1653.
          
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             1621.
          
           
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           THE
           COLDE
           TEARME
           :
           Or
           the
           Frozen
           Age
           :
           Or
           the
           Metamorphosis
           of
           the
           Riuer
           of
           Thames
           .
           1621.
           
        
         
           IT
           was
           the
           time
           when
           men
           wore
           liquor'd
           bootes
           ,
        
         
           When
           rugged
           Winter
           ,
           murdred
           hearbes
           &
           rootes
           :
        
         
           When
           as
           the
           Heauens
           ,
           the
           Earth
           did
           all
           attire
        
         
           With
           plashes
           ,
           puddles
           ,
           pooles
           ,
           blacke
           dirt
           &
           mire
           .
        
         
           Then
           at
           that
           time
           (
           to
           poore
           mens
           care
           and
           costs
           )
        
         
           A
           Christmas
           came
           to
           Towne
           ,
           betwixt
           two
           Frosts
           .
        
         
           Then
           in
           the
           num
           Colde
           month
           of
           Ianuary
           ,
        
         
           When
           as
           the
           Sunne
           was
           lodg'd
           in
           moyst
           Aquary
           :
        
         
           When
           Boreas
           (
           all
           with
           Isickles
           bedight
           )
        
         
           Worse
           then
           a
           Barber
           ,
           'gan
           to
           shaue
           and
           bite
           ,
        
         
           Turning
           Thames
           streames
           ,
           to
           hard
           congealed
           flakes
           ,
        
         
           And
           pearled
           water
           drops
           to
           Christall
           cakes
           .
        
         
           Th'
           adulterate
           Earth
           ,
           long
           hauing
           play'd
           the
           whore
           ,
        
         
           In
           bearing
           and
           in
           breeding
           bastards
           store
           ,
        
         
           As
           Drunkards
           ,
           swearers
           ,
           leachers
           ,
           Cheating
           knaues
           ,
        
         
           Punkes
           ,
           Panders
           ,
           base
           extortionizing
           slanes
           ,
        
         
           Rent-raising
           rascals
           ,
           Villaines
           ,
           Theeues
           ,
           Oppressors
           ,
        
         
           Vainglorious
           proude
           fooles
           ,
           Gen'rall
           all
           transgressors
           ,
        
         
           For
           which
           foule
           whordome
           ,
           Heauen
           did
           think
           it
           meet
           ,
        
         
           To
           make
           the
           Earth
           doe
           pennance
           in
           a
           *
           sheet
           .
        
         
           That
           punishment
           no
           sooner
           past
           and
           gon
           ,
        
         
           But
           straight
           a
           Colde
           freeze
           coate
           she
           did
           put
           on
           .
        
         
           Which
           (
           though
           herselfe
           were
           senceles
           ,
           what
           she
           ayles
           )
        
         
           It
           made
           her
           poorest
           bastards
           blowe
           their
           nayles
           .
        
         
           Whilst
           many
           of
           her
           Rich
           broode
           did
           agree
           ,
        
         
           To
           make
           their
           stony
           hearts
           as
           hard
           as
           shee
           .
        
         
           The
           liquid
           Thames
           each
           where
           from
           shore
           to
           shore
           ,
        
         
           With
           colde
           bak'd
           Paste
           ,
           all
           pastycrusted
           o're
           .
        
         
           When
           in
           a
           Month
           no
           Waterman
           could
           share
           ,
        
         
           The
           single
           benefit
           of
           halfe
           his
           Fare
           ;
        
         
           When
           a
           whole
           Tearme
           would
           not
           affoord
           a
           Boate
           ,
        
         
           For
           miserable
           Fares
           to
           spend
           a
           Groate
           .
        
         
           Then
           *
           Charity
           (
           in
           poore
           distresled
           state
           )
        
         
           Vpon
           a
           Cake
           of
           Ice
           ,
           lamenting
           late
           .
        
         
           Halfe
           hunger-steru'd
           ,
           and
           thinly
           clad
           she
           quiuer'd
           ,
        
         
           As
           if
           in
           peeces
           shee
           would
           straight
           haue
           shiuer'd
           ,
        
         
           When
           as
           a
           Parson
           *
           (
           that
           could
           neuer
           Preach
           ,
        
         
           Yet
           to
           three
           Benefices
           well
           could
           reach
           )
        
         
           Saw
           Charity
           to
           want
           both
           Foode
           and
           Cloathing
           ,
        
         
           Past
           by
           ,
           ne're
           spake
           to
           her
           ,
           nor
           gaue
           her
           nothing
           .
        
         
           Next
           an
           Atturney
           *
           her
           poore
           Case
           did
           see
           ,
        
         
           But
           all
           his
           Conscience
           wayted
           on
           his
           Fee
           :
        
         
           He
           walk'd
           along
           ,
           and
           look'd
           a
           scaunt
           on
           her
           ,
        
         
           And
           put
           his
           bounty
           off
           with
           a
           demurre
           .
        
         
           The
           third
           a
           Broker
           *
           ,
           a
           base
           Houndsditch
           hound
           ,
        
         
           That
           euery
           Month
           takes
           Eight-pence
           in
           the
           pound
           :
        
         
           He
           look'd
           on
           Charity
           ,
           but
           nothing
           threw
           her
           ,
        
         
           And
           vow'd
           that
           all
           his
           Life
           ,
           he
           neuer
           knew
           her
           .
        
         
           A
           world
           of
           people
           more
           did
           thrust
           and
           throng
           ,
        
         
           Yet
           none
           Relieu'd
           her
           as
           they
           past
           along
           :
        
         
           Vntill
           at
           last
           (
           as
           she
           was
           like
           to
           Dye
           )
        
         
           The
           Maisters
           of
           an
           Hospitall
           past
           by
           *
           ;
        
         
           They
           stay'd
           ,
           and
           did
           compassionate
           her
           Case
           ,
        
         
           And
           straight
           prouided
           her
           a
           Lodging
           place
           .
        
         
           There
           was
           a
           Vs'rer
           *
           ,
           with
           his
           Purse
           fast
           shut
           ,
        
         
           Did
           rayle
           at
           her
           and
           call'd
           her
           Idle
           slut
           :
        
         
           And
           said
           she
           to
           Virginia
           should
           be
           Shipt
           ,
        
         
           Or
           to
           Bridewell
           be
           sent
           ,
           and
           soundly
           whipt
           .
        
         
           But
           at
           the
           last
           (
           to
           many
           a
           mizers
           Griefe
           )
        
         
           Shee
           in
           an
           Hospitall
           did
           finde
           Reliefe
           :
        
         
           And
           whether
           shee
           be
           dead
           ,
           or
           like
           to
           dye
           ,
        
         
           Those
           that
           Relieue
           her
           better
           know
           then
           I.
        
         
           But
           once
           againe
           ,
           I
           le
           turne
           me
           to
           my
           Theame
           ,
        
         
           Of
           the
           conglutinated
           Frozen
           streame
           :
        
         
           Vpon
           whose
           Glassie
           face
           both
           too
           and
           fro
           ,
        
         
           Fiue
           hundred
           people
           all
           at
           onee
           did
           goe
           .
        
         
           At
           Westminster
           there
           went
           three
           Horses
           ouer
        
         
           Which
           safely
           did
           from
           shore
           to
           shore
           recouer
           ,
        
         
           There
           might
           be
           seene
           spic'd
           Cakes
           ,
           and
           roasted
           Pigs
           ,
        
         
           Beere
           ,
           Ale
           ,
           Tobacco
           ,
           Apples
           ,
           Nuts
           ,
           and
           Figs
           ,
        
         
           Fires
           made
           of
           Char-coles
           ,
           Faggots
           ,
           and
           Sea-coles
           ,
        
         
           Playing
           and
           couz'ning
           at
           the
           Pidg'on-holes
           :
        
         
           Some
           ,
           for
           two
           Pots
           at
           Tables
           ,
           Cards
           ,
           or
           Dice
           :
        
         
           Some
           slipping
           in
           betwixt
           two
           Cakes
           of
           *
           Ice
           :
        
         
           Some
           going
           on
           their
           businesse
           and
           affaires
           ,
        
         
           From
           the
           Bank-side
           to
           Pauls
           ,
           or
           to
           Trig-staires
           .
        
         
           And
           some
           there
           were
           (
           which
           I
           almost
           forgot
           )
        
         
           That
           thought
           the
           frozen
           streames
           were
           too
           too
           hot
           ,
        
         
           'T
           was
           safer
           for
           them
           (
           they
           did
           vnderstand
           )
        
         
           To
           walke
           vpon
           the
           water
           then
           the
           land
           .
        
         
           Some
           trod
           the
           Thames
           as
           boldly
           as
           the
           ground
           ,
        
         
           Knowing
           their
           fortunes
           was
           not
           to
           be
           drownd
           .
        
         
           And
           sure
           the
           honest
           Riuer
           is
           so
           true
           ,
        
         
           It
           will
           not
           rob
           the
           Gallowes
           of
           his
           due
           .
        
         
           The
           Begger
           's
           follow'd
           men
           in
           troopes
           and
           flockes
           ,
        
         
           And
           neuer
           fear'd
           the
           Constable
           or
           Stockes
           ,
        
         
           The
           Cage
           ,
           and
           whipping-post
           were
           idle
           bables
           ,
        
         
           And
           lawes
           they
           count
           no
           more
           then
           Esops
           fables
           .
        
         
           This
           was
           a
           time
           when
           th'weakest
           went
           to'th'wall
           ,
        
         
           When
           hackney
           Coaches
           got
           the
           deuill
           and
           all
           .
        
         
           Though
           thousands
           others
           want
           and
           sorrow
           seeles
           ,
        
         
           Yet
           still
           with
           them
           the
           world
           did
           runne
           on
           wheeles
           .
        
         
           And
           sure
           more
           Coaches
           and
           Carroches
           ,
           
           went
        
         
           In
           one
           day
           to
           the
           Tearme
           and
           Parlament
           :
        
         
           Then
           there
           past
           Wherries
           in
           a
           month
           and
           more
           ,
        
         
           'Twixt
           
             Essex
             ,
             Middl'sex
             ,
             Kent
          
           and
           Surry
           shore
           .
        
         
           And
           though
           for
           two
           mon'ths
           time
           ,
           that
           fell
           together
           ,
        
         
           Of
           Windes
           ,
           Raine
           ,
           Snow
           ,
           and
           bitter
           Frosty
           wether
           .
        
         
           Though
           Water-men
           for
           number
           multiplies
           ,
        
         
           Neere
           twenty
           thousand
           with
           their
           families
           ;
        
         
           Yet
           this
           vnto
           their
           praise
           I
           'le
           truly
           speake
           ,
        
         
           (
           Though
           many
           of
           their
           states
           are
           meane
           and
           weake
           )
        
         
           All
           this
           hard
           time
           ,
           
           not
           one
           amongst
           them
           all
           ,
        
         
           Did
           to
           dishonesty
           ,
           or
           theeuing
           fall
           ;
        
         
           Therefore
           this
           commendations
           is
           their
           due
           ,
        
         
           Though
           they
           are
           poore
           men
           ,
           yet
           they
           still
           are
           true
           .
        
         
           I
           doubt
           not
           but
           a
           many
           Trades
           there
           bee
           ,
        
         
           That
           hold
           their
           heads
           more
           higher
           farre
           then
           we
           .
        
         
           Yet
           if
           but
           eight
           weekes
           they
           had
           such
           poore
           dealing
           ,
        
         
           They
           would
           fall
           neere
           to
           begg'ry
           ,
           or
           to
           stealing
           .
        
         
           I
           dare
           affirme
           ,
           that
           Water-men
           this
           Frost
        
         
           (
           Amongst
           them
           )
           twenty
           thousand
           pounds
           haue
           lost
           :
        
         
           And
           all
           that
           losse
           of
           theirs
           ,
           was
           no
           mans
           gaine
           ,
        
         
           But
           toyle
           and
           dirt
           by
           land
           ,
           with
           cost
           and
           paine
           .
        
         
           And
           Gentlemen
           ,
           as
           glad
           of
           Boates
           there
           are
           ,
        
         
           As
           Water
           men
           will
           be
           to
           haue
           a
           fare
           .
        
         
           Thus
           was
           this
           Tearme
           ,
           worse
           then
           the
           worst
           vacation
           ,
        
         
           To
           those
           that
           vse
           a
           watry
           Occupation
           ;
        
         
           Whilst
           Trades
           by
           land
           did
           dayly
           purse
           vp
           Chinke
           ,
        
         
           Bakers
           for
           bread
           ,
           and
           Brewers
           for
           their
           drinke
           :
        
         
           Tapsters
           for
           Pots
           and
           Cans
           ,
           with
           nick
           and
           froath
           ,
        
         
           Mercers
           for
           Stuffes
           ,
           and
           Drapers
           for
           their
           Cloath
           :
        
         
           Vintners
           for
           drunken
           heads
           ,
           Cutlers
           for
           swords
           ;
        
         
           Sergeants
           for
           Fees
           ,
           and
           Lawyers
           for
           good
           words
           :
        
         
           And
           in
           this
           gnashing
           age
           of
           Snow
           and
           Ice
           ,
        
         
           The
           Wood-mongers
           did
           mount
           so
           high
           their
           price
           :
        
         
           That
           many
           did
           to
           lye
           a
           bed
           desire
           ,
        
         
           To
           saue
           the
           charge
           of
           Wood
           ,
           and
           Cole
           ,
           and
           Fire
           .
        
         
           Amongst
           the
           Whores
           there
           were
           hot
           commings
           in
           ,
        
         
           Who
           euer
           lost
           ,
           they
           still
           were
           sure
           to
           win
           .
        
         
           They
           in
           one
           houre
           so
           strangely
           did
           heat
           men
           ,
           
        
         
           That
           all
           the
           Frost
           they
           scarce
           were
           coole
           agen
           .
        
         
           The
           Vs'rers
           Bonds
           ,
           and
           Landlords
           Rent
           came
           on
           ,
        
         
           Most
           Trades
           had
           something
           to
           depend
           vpon
           ;
        
         
           Onely
           the
           Water-men
           iust
           nothing
           got
           ,
        
         
           And
           yet
           (
           by
           Gods
           good
           helpe
           )
           they
           wanted
           not
           :
        
         
           But
           all
           had
           coyne
           ,
           or
           credit
           ,
           foode
           and
           fire
           ,
        
         
           And
           what
           the
           neede
           of
           nature
           did
           require
           .
        
         
           So
           farewell
           Frost
           ,
           if
           Charity
           be
           liuing
           ,
        
         
           Poore
           men
           shall
           finde
           it
           ,
           by
           the
           rich
           mens
           giuing
           .
        
      
    
     
       
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           Notes for div A13628-e10
           
             *
             The
             Snow
             .
          
           
             *
             Though
             I
             name
             Charity
             ,
             I
             meane
             〈◊〉
             ,
             but
             〈◊〉
             Prouerb
             sayes
             ,
             
               Charity
               is
               cold
            
             .
          
           
             *
             A
             pittiles
             Parson
             .
          
           
             *
             A
             merciles
             Lawyer
             .
          
           
             *
             An
             vnconscionable
             Broker
             .
          
           
             *
             Too
             good
             to
             bee
             true
             .
          
           
             *
             Too
             true
             to
             bee
             good
             .
          
           
             *
             Witnesse
             my selfe
             .
          
           
             A
             running
             whirling
             time
             .
          
           
             Truth
             amongst
             poore
             men
             is
             more
             rare
             ,
             then
             honesty
             amongst
             the
             rich
             .
          
           
             Most
             ●ands
             got
             ,
             onely
             Water-men
             lost
             .
          
        
      
    
  

