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Struthiocamelus.
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Struthiocamelus.
DEDICATED To the vertuous Knight, Sir Iohn Heueningham, and his charitable Lady.
VVhat on our selues we spend, doth through vs passAnd leaue vs naked, as this Ostrich was:
This makes you on the poore bestow so much,
And no expence but owne your selues to grutch.
A wealthy Marchant late in Barbary,
Through sandy desarts passing; chanc't to spy
An Ostrich eating iron which he found,
By Trauellers scattered vpon the ground:
Quoth then this Merchant; prithee let me know,
What nourishment, can from those mettals grow?
The Ostrich answers; Sir I do not eat
This iron, as you thinke I do, for meate.
I only keepe it, lay it vp in store,
To helpe my needy friends, and friendlesse poore.
I often meete (as farre and neere I goe)
Many a fowndred horse that wants a shooe:
Seruing a Master that is money-lesse:
Such I releeue and helpe in their distresse.
With trauellers I meete that are beset
By theeues and robbers often. Then I beget
My selfe among the thickest, and present
Out of my maw a pistoll ready bent,
A sword and dagger, or some such like toole,
To help the true man, and the theefe to coole.
The Merchant mus'de (as well he might) at this,
And thought within himselfe; this fellow is
Most fit for my imployment, I will straight
Hire him to be my Bailiefe. No deceit
Lurkes in his simple shew; he'le surely keepe,
My plow-yrons, when my lazie hindes do sleepe.
Through sandy desarts passing; chanc't to spy
An Ostrich eating iron which he found,
By Trauellers scattered vpon the ground:
Quoth then this Merchant; prithee let me know,
What nourishment, can from those mettals grow?
The Ostrich answers; Sir I do not eat
This iron, as you thinke I do, for meate.
I only keepe it, lay it vp in store,
To helpe my needy friends, and friendlesse poore.
Many a fowndred horse that wants a shooe:
Seruing a Master that is money-lesse:
Such I releeue and helpe in their distresse.
With trauellers I meete that are beset
By theeues and robbers often. Then I beget
My selfe among the thickest, and present
Out of my maw a pistoll ready bent,
A sword and dagger, or some such like toole,
To help the true man, and the theefe to coole.
The Merchant mus'de (as well he might) at this,
And thought within himselfe; this fellow is
Most fit for my imployment, I will straight
Hire him to be my Bailiefe. No deceit
Lurkes in his simple shew; he'le surely keepe,
My plow-yrons, when my lazie hindes do sleepe.
This to the Ostrich motion'd, he agrees,
The wages are set downe, the vailes, the fees,
The liuory, with circumstance enough,
And they come home. And now God speed the plough
The Ostrich carefully laies vp the rakes,
The pitch-forke teines, the yron-pointed stakes,
The wedges, hammer, hatchet, and the nailes,
The sithe, the sickle, and the biles of pailes,
The share, the coulter, heele-yorne, and the cocke,
The whip, the horse-shooe, with the key and locke.
He needs no locke and key to keepe them vnder,
But keeps both lock & key, where you wold wonder.
Then comes into the house, puts vp the gun,
The sword and dagger; and when this is done,
Deuoures the dripping-pan, the cob-irons, spit,
And swallowes all the iron bit by bit.
The Merchant prais'd his fortune, that he had
Got one so good, 'mongst many seruants bad.
Told him he shortly would his state preferre,
From being Bailiffe, to be Treasurer;
For he could not inuent a surer hold,
Then th'Ostrich had for siluer, or for gold.
The wages are set downe, the vailes, the fees,
The liuory, with circumstance enough,
And they come home. And now God speed the plough
The Ostrich carefully laies vp the rakes,
The pitch-forke teines, the yron-pointed stakes,
The wedges, hammer, hatchet, and the nailes,
The sithe, the sickle, and the biles of pailes,
The share, the coulter, heele-yorne, and the cocke,
The whip, the horse-shooe, with the key and locke.
He needs no locke and key to keepe them vnder,
But keeps both lock & key, where you wold wonder.
Then comes into the house, puts vp the gun,
The sword and dagger; and when this is done,
Deuoures the dripping-pan, the cob-irons, spit,
And swallowes all the iron bit by bit.
Got one so good, 'mongst many seruants bad.
Told him he shortly would his state preferre,
From being Bailiffe, to be Treasurer;
For he could not inuent a surer hold,
Then th'Ostrich had for siluer, or for gold.
And now the Merchant leauing one at home,
That he may well trust, goes abroad to rome:
Neglects his house and lands, thinkes all is well,
And as he wont to doe, doth buy and sell.
Mongst other things he sold, because the warres
Began afresh, he truct for yron barres.
For he was one of those that would for gaine:
Sell bullets, where they were shot home againe,
And did our Mines and Woods on Ordnance wast,
Which spite of lawes, he to the Enemie past,
Much yrone he had at home, and sold beside
All kinde of armour fit for such a tide.
So home he comes glad of so good a mart,
For here he knowes the Ostrich playes the part
Of a good Bailiffe. He may easily thriue,
When such a full winde doth his fortune driue.
His land he finds vntill'd, he wonders then
And thinkes the fault rests on his lazy Men.
They say they wanted yrons for the plough,
He wonders, for the Bailiffe had enough.
He findes his house all naked, not a bit
Of meate prepar'd, the Cooke wants pot, and spit.
He goes to bed, the theeues assault his house:
He hath no weapon to resist a Mouse.
He riseth early, lookes for his munition,
The place remaines, no yron in fruition.
His barres are gone, his houshold-stuffe, and all,
Now to account his Bayliffe he doth call.
That he may well trust, goes abroad to rome:
Neglects his house and lands, thinkes all is well,
And as he wont to doe, doth buy and sell.
Mongst other things he sold, because the warres
Began afresh, he truct for yron barres.
For he was one of those that would for gaine:
Sell bullets, where they were shot home againe,
And did our Mines and Woods on Ordnance wast,
Which spite of lawes, he to the Enemie past,
Much yrone he had at home, and sold beside
All kinde of armour fit for such a tide.
So home he comes glad of so good a mart,
For here he knowes the Ostrich playes the part
Of a good Bailiffe. He may easily thriue,
When such a full winde doth his fortune driue.
His land he finds vntill'd, he wonders then
And thinkes the fault rests on his lazy Men.
They say they wanted yrons for the plough,
He wonders, for the Bailiffe had enough.
He findes his house all naked, not a bit
Of meate prepar'd, the Cooke wants pot, and spit.
He goes to bed, the theeues assault his house:
He hath no weapon to resist a Mouse.
He riseth early, lookes for his munition,
The place remaines, no yron in fruition.
Now to account his Bayliffe he doth call.
The Seruants ioyne in their petition first,
And shew their griefes, how hard he was, and curst.
How he kept backe their wages and their meate,
And gaue them worke, but gaue them not to eate.
How he neere hand had made a monstrous neast,
Where whilst they fasted, he and his did feast.
And thither he conuaide the yron worke
Where the she Ostrich and his young did lurke;
Who swallow'd all: for they haue mawes as large
As culuerings, which would as soone discharge
The yron loade; and sooner farre would spend,
And bring a world of wealth to lauish end.
And shew their griefes, how hard he was, and curst.
How he kept backe their wages and their meate,
And gaue them worke, but gaue them not to eate.
How he neere hand had made a monstrous neast,
Where whilst they fasted, he and his did feast.
And thither he conuaide the yron worke
Where the she Ostrich and his young did lurke;
Who swallow'd all: for they haue mawes as large
As culuerings, which would as soone discharge
The yron loade; and sooner farre would spend,
And bring a world of wealth to lauish end.
The Ostrich to excuse himselfe bewraies
The place where safely he this yron layes.
Carries him to a priuate hole, where still
He dung'd, when he his maw did ouer-fill.
Quoth he if you can good distinction make,
Each seuerall peece you may from hence vptake.
The plow-geares, cart-geares, and the toole for war,
Spits, pots, and cobirons, here together are.
Each wedge, knife, hammer, and the smallest naile,
Drawne lymbick wise through stomacke, guts & taile
It's a rare chymicall extraction now,
Better then all the drugs the Mount-bankes show.
It passeth our elixar, or the stone
Sought for by many, but attaind by none.
Th'obstruction of the Liuer, and the spleene,
It opens, mollifies, and purgeth cleane.
A secret t'is assured, for madnesse, folly,
Wild iealousie, and cloudy melancholly,
It cures the Gout, and qualifies the cause,
Suppling a hide-bound purse like th'oile of lawes:
It dries vp humours, humours that abound,
And mans weake body it makes safe and sound.
The place where safely he this yron layes.
Carries him to a priuate hole, where still
He dung'd, when he his maw did ouer-fill.
Quoth he if you can good distinction make,
Each seuerall peece you may from hence vptake.
The plow-geares, cart-geares, and the toole for war,
Spits, pots, and cobirons, here together are.
Each wedge, knife, hammer, and the smallest naile,
Drawne lymbick wise through stomacke, guts & taile
It's a rare chymicall extraction now,
Better then all the drugs the Mount-bankes show.
It passeth our elixar, or the stone
Sought for by many, but attaind by none.
Th'obstruction of the Liuer, and the spleene,
It opens, mollifies, and purgeth cleane.
A secret t'is assured, for madnesse, folly,
Wild iealousie, and cloudy melancholly,
Suppling a hide-bound purse like th'oile of lawes:
It dries vp humours, humours that abound,
And mans weake body it makes safe and sound.
The merchant stood amaz'd, but at the last,
He seazde vpon the Ostrich, held him fast:
Made him be tide behinde a horse, and stript,
(His buttocks bare as now they be) and whipt.
Ransackt his neast, and brake before his face
His egs, though his poore Hen in hope of grace,
Did sue for their repriuall. But in vaine,
He lookes to finde his Iron there againe.
Which missing he proceedes, exiles him quite,
And then vpon his gate this note doth write.
He seazde vpon the Ostrich, held him fast:
Made him be tide behinde a horse, and stript,
(His buttocks bare as now they be) and whipt.
Ransackt his neast, and brake before his face
His egs, though his poore Hen in hope of grace,
Did sue for their repriuall. But in vaine,
He lookes to finde his Iron there againe.
Which missing he proceedes, exiles him quite,
And then vpon his gate this note doth write.
Let Rich-men wisely feare,
All such as feathers weare,
It's lost whats'ere they borrow,
And soone their mawes goes thorow:
The substance they consume
To nought but smoke and rheume;
But th' vse they neuer faile
To pay with tongue and taile.
All such as feathers weare,
It's lost whats'ere they borrow,
And soone their mawes goes thorow:
The substance they consume
To nought but smoke and rheume;
But th' vse they neuer faile
To pay with tongue and taile.
The Ostrich euer since his breeches lost,
Goes like a naked rogue at whipping post.
He hates a horse to death since he was stript,
And for his fault, ti'de at his taile and whipt.
He hides his egges, and couers them from sight,
Lest man should find & break them. Thus they write.
Goes like a naked rogue at whipping post.
He hates a horse to death since he was stript,
And for his fault, ti'de at his taile and whipt.
He hides his egges, and couers them from sight,
Lest man should find & break them. Thus they write.
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