All the workes of Iohn Taylor the Water-Poet Being Sixty and three in Number. Collected into one Volume by the Author [i.e. John Taylor]: With sundry new Additions, corrected, reuised, and newly Imprinted |
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 | All the workes of Iohn Taylor the Water-Poet |  |
Now Monsieur Coriat, let them laugh that wins,
For I assure ye now the game begins.
'Tis wondrous strange how your opinions vary,
From iudgement, sence, or reason so contrary;
That with infamous rash timerity.
You raile at me with such seuerity,
The broad-fac'd Iests that other men put on you,
You take for fauours well bestow'd vpon you.
In sport they giue you many a pleasant cuffe,
Yet no mans lines but mine, you take in snuffe.
Which makes the ancient Prouerbe be in force,
That some may with more safety steale a horse,
Then others may looke on: for still it falls.
The weakest alwayes must goe to the walls.
I need not vse this Etymology,
My plainer meaning to exemplifie;
Which doth induce me to expresse the cause,
That my vntutor'd Pen to writing drawes.
Be it to all men by these presents knowne,
That lately to the world was plainely showne,
In a huge volume Gogmagoticall,
In Verse and Prose, with speech dogmaticall,
Thy wondrous Trauels from thy natiue home,
How Odly out thou went'st and Odly Come.
And how, as fitted best thy Workes of worth,
The rarest Wits thy Booke did vsher forth.
But I alas, to make thy same more fuller,
Did lately write a Pamphlet call'd the Souller:
In which, as vnto others of my friends,
I sent to thee (braue Monsieur) kind commends,
Which thou in double dudgeon tak'st from me,
And vow'st, and swor'st, thou wilt reuenged be.
For I assure ye now the game begins.
'Tis wondrous strange how your opinions vary,
From iudgement, sence, or reason so contrary;
That with infamous rash timerity.
You raile at me with such seuerity,
The broad-fac'd Iests that other men put on you,
You take for fauours well bestow'd vpon you.
In sport they giue you many a pleasant cuffe,
Yet no mans lines but mine, you take in snuffe.
Which makes the ancient Prouerbe be in force,
That some may with more safety steale a horse,
Then others may looke on: for still it falls.
The weakest alwayes must goe to the walls.
I need not vse this Etymology,
My plainer meaning to exemplifie;
Which doth induce me to expresse the cause,
That my vntutor'd Pen to writing drawes.
Be it to all men by these presents knowne,
That lately to the world was plainely showne,
In a huge volume Gogmagoticall,
In Verse and Prose, with speech dogmaticall,
Thy wondrous Trauels from thy natiue home,
How Odly out thou went'st and Odly Come.
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The rarest Wits thy Booke did vsher forth.
But I alas, to make thy same more fuller,
Did lately write a Pamphlet call'd the Souller:
In which, as vnto others of my friends,
I sent to thee (braue Monsieur) kind commends,
Which thou in double dudgeon tak'st from me,
And vow'st, and swor'st, thou wilt reuenged be.
| All the workes of Iohn Taylor the Water-Poet | |